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lumiolivier · 4 years ago

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The Good Old Days Chapter Eleven: A Little Girl and a Bad Night

A/N: Hi, friends! Ok. I wasn’t thinking this was going to be one of those things I’d really have to do for this story, but this chapter is going to require a warning label.

TRIGGER WARNING: DRUGGING, ATTEMPTS AT DATE RAPE

But despite everything, I really do like this chapter. And I hope you do, too, if you read it. If you don’t, I understand. I love you. See you next week x

ICYMI: Chapter Ten: My Brother Sold Me Out

Hell of an idea you had, Frankie. Start at the loud ass club. I know the Old Man told me to have a good time while I was doing collection runs for him, but I never was the type for electronica. It’s just not my thing. Music should be made with actual instruments, not computers, but I guess that’s just me. That being said, I still had a job to do. Now, if I were the manager, where would I be hiding on collection day? Should I even be looking for the manager? Why not go straight for the owner? I went up to the bar, hoping someone would know something.

“Hi,” a cute little thing from behind the bar slid down to me, “Can I get you anything?”

“Maybe you can,” I pulled up a barstool, “Do you know if the owner is here tonight?”

“He’s in his office,” she told me, “Are you looking for him?”

“I’d love to see him,” I nodded, “Tell him the Old Man is looking for him. He’ll know.”

“Ok.” She was sweet. I liked her. Granted, she was no Vanessa, but she was sweet. I wonder if she knows he’s about to give me money to pay off a mob boss. Probably not. And it’s probably for the best we keep her out of that.

“Thank you, honey,” I gave her a little smile when she came back with the owner following her, “Can I get a mojito please?”

“Sure!” I may not be a big fan of electronica, but I can promise my bartender friend is getting a nice tip before I leave.

“So,” the owner sat down next to me. In that moment, a choice flashed in my head. Either I could flex my new found power and push this guy’s buttons or I could let him go, “You’re the Old Man’s new bag man?”

I wanted to. Oh, I wanted to. I wanted to show off having the big dick in the locker room. I’ve dealt with assholes like this one before. Arrogance oozed out of this guy. But I heard Mama’s voice in my head. I didn’t always have good nights coming home from the restaurant. I know. Hard to believe. But it was true. Be the bigger man, Francisco. Be the bigger man. Our day will come, but just because they push us down to build themselves up doesn’t mean we need to stoop that low. But a part of me still wanted to be petty. No, Francisco. Take the high road. Si, Mama.

“That’s me,” I confirmed, “And he’s calling your dues.”

“I figured he would,” the owner handed me a nice, thick envelope, “Here. This should be enough.”

“Excuse me.” The Old Man always told me to never count the money in front of them. Trust is the foundation of every transaction. But I knew if I came back too short, the Old Man would have my ass. By the looks of it, everything was there. I took a good drink from my mojito. Damn, she knew what she was doing, “Alright, man. We’re good here. Thank you.”

“Send the Old Man my best.”

“Get the fuck off me, asshole!” a shrill voice barked out of a slight scuffle near the dance floor, “I said no!”

“Oh, boy,” the owner winced, “That can’t be good.”

“I could go bounce that for you,” I offered. Something in that voice sounded familiar. I don’t like the knot it put in my stomach.

“Could you?” he asked, “I’d hate to put you out like that.”

“It’s no trouble,” I brushed him off, finishing off my drink, “No worries.”

“Thank you…”

I got up from my barstool and headed over to the dance floor. Oh, that didn’t look healthy. And something tells me he didn’t know how young she was. I wouldn’t exactly call her a baby, but I wouldn’t exactly call her an adult either. Still, scrappy or not, she didn’t need to be in this mess. So, how to tackle it with the littlest amount of bloodshed. I mean, if I have to fight this prick, I’ll fight him, but I’d rather not deal with that tonight. I got better shit to do.

“Come on, sweetheart,” the cuddly asshole awed, “All I asked was for you to dance for me like that.”

“I told you no!” she snarled, ready to jump for his throat like a junkyard dog.

“What seems to be the problem here?” I had an angle. If all else failed, I had a plan B. But I could feel it. My blood started boiling. I know Vanessa wasn’t quite mine yet, but this felt like she might as well have been. And I’ll be damned if I let this happen.

“Not your business, dude,” Cuddly Asshole brushed me off, trying to get closer to her. Oh, no, no, no…

“Actually,” I explained, “It is my business. Because I’m pretty sure she said no. And that should’ve been the end of it, but here you are, dragging it out.”

“What?” he scoffed, “Are you her pimp or something?”

“No…” I’m not going to prison tonight. I’m not going down for murder. Not tonight. Maybe tomorrow, depending on what the Old Man’s got for me. Please don’t get pissed at me for this, but roll with it, “This is my little sister. She’s only seventeen and in here on a fake ID and it’s time for her to go home. Come on, Veronica. It’s time to go home.”

“Boo,” Veronica groaned, “You’re no fun.”

“Come on, Veronica,” I took her by the arm and started heading outside. But before we go, “And if I see you near her again, we will have a problem. Do you understand?”

“Please…” Asshole rolled his eyes at me, “What could you possibly do?”

I really didn’t want this to end with violence, but sometimes, a little is necessary. I threw a strong punch into the son of a bitch’s jaw and watched him fall to the floor, “Leave her alone. Come on, Veronica. It’s time for us to go home.”

“Ok…” Veronica pouted on our way out, but I could see it in her eyes. That shit was a front. And it only became clear when we got outside. She threw herself into my chest and damn near started bawling right then and there, “Thank you, Frankie. That guy’s been on me all night, trying to get me to grind on his dick. He wouldn’t leave me alone.”

“You’re welcome,” I held her tight, “I wasn’t going to leave you like that, Veronica. Promise. Are you ok?”

“I feel gross,” she admitted, “But I think I’m ok. I mean, I could be a little drunk, but other than that…I just wanted to go out and dance tonight.”

“I know you did,” I kept an arm around her as the two of us headed down the block. I still had rounds to make, “I hate assholes like that.”

“Try having them air hump you from the back,” Veronica shuddered, “And then laugh about it to their idiot buddies.”

“Eww…”

“What made you tell him I was seventeen?” she wondered, leaning into me. Something tells me Veronica’s drunker than she thinks she is.

“I figured you were seventeen,” I shrugged, “I took a shot in the dark. You look older, but you act younger.”

“I’m eighteen, thank you,” Veronica told me, “Sometimes, I need to act older. But that’s when I’m around my mother and her carbon copy.”

“What?” I wasn’t following.

“Our sister Violet,” she reminded me, “She’s exactly like our mother. I’m sure a psychiatrist would love to tear that one apart, but I’m not digging into that today. But God forbid we’re not her perfect daughters in mixed company or listen to her every fucking order down to the letter. It’s hell, Frankie. It’s pure hell.”

“So I’ve heard.” Veronica talked about her mother the same way Vanessa would if Vanessa had less of a filter. Vanessa had too much of a diplomatic heart for that, “I’m guessing you don’t want to go home quite yet, do you?”

“I could stay out a little longer,” she smiled, “Why? What did you have in mind?”

“I’m thinking we go somewhere to get you sobered up,” I decided, “I need to do a few more things for work related purposes and there’s this restaurant I need to stop by. Sound good to you?”

“I’m really not that drunk, Frankie,” Veronica grumbled, still tripping over her own two feet. Yeah. She’s not that drunk, “But I’m not going to say no.”

I knew this place the Old Man was sending me to. A little Italian place on the outskirts of Brooklyn. I’ve only been here a couple times when my brothers and I decided to treat Mama to a nice night. It had a warm, cozy atmosphere. We couldn’t say no to that. I never would’ve thought it was under the Old Man’s thumb, though. And now that I’m…not quite under the Old Man’s thumb, but maybe more his index finger, I’m sure the owner of this place is going to get to know me very well.

I sat Veronica’s stumbly ass in a booth, “Stay here. I’ll be right back. Before we get anything, I need to take care of something first, ok?”

“Ok,” Veronica held her head up on her elbow, barely holding herself together. Yeah. You’re not that drunk. I’m sure you’re not.

I walked back to the owner’s office and caught the guy off guard, “Who the hell are you?”

“I’m here for the Old Man,” I told him, “He’s looking for dues.”

“Alright,” the owner reached for the cashbox under his desk, “I’m good for it this month. We don’t need any problems.”

“Good…” Oh, I’m not sure how to feel about the whole fear thing. I didn’t think the Old Man’s power was derived from fear. I thought it was more of a respect thing. But I still had to get his money. I was just the go-between.

“Here,” the owner’s hands were shaky. Wow, man, have a spine, “It’s all there. I promise!”

“It’s fine,” I settled him, “I believe you. I don’t know who you’ve dealt with in the past, but you act like I’m going to start severing toes.”

“Tell the Old Man I say thank you…”

“Got it.” Holy shit, dude. Who the hell did the Old Man have doing collections before me? And how big of an executioner was he? I shook it off and went back to find Veronica sipping on a glass of lemonade, “Alright, Veronica. Anything you want. I’m buying. We just need to get some carbs in you.”

“I don’t know about that, Frankie,” Veronica’s swaying got worse, “I don’t feel so good…”

“Because whether you want to admit it or not,” I pointed out, “You’re drunk. You need to…”

“That’s the thing, though,” she cut me off, “I’ve hardly drank tonight. I don’t think I even made it through my first drink. Their rum tasted weird, so I stopped.”

I had a mojito there. It tasted fine. Maybe she’s just a lightweight, “Have you eaten today?”

“Yeah…” Then, out of nowhere, Veronica started shaking…And shaking bad, “Frankie, I’m scared…What happened…? I can’t sit still. Why can’t I sit still? And…I’m dizzy…So…Dizzy…And I could…definitely pass out…Yeah…I’ll pass out now…”

“Veronica?” I sat on her side of the booth, trying to shake her awake, “Veronica?”

Oh, shit…This isn’t good. I put my fingers up to her neck, hoping to God I felt a pulse. I don’t want to have to explain to Vanessa her sister might be dead. Come on, Veronica. Still be there. Please…Then, I felt a little twitch under my fingertips. Ok…Good. She’s still alive. She’s still breathing. She’s just out cold. That’s not exactly a good thing either, but it’s like Veronica said. She barely drank tonight. Which made me think one thing. I wonder if that prick from the club thought Veronica would dance on him because he slipped her a little something, something. It’s a good thing I got her out of there before he slipped her another little something, something.

Which led me to the little pickle I was in. I couldn’t just leave Veronica here passed out in a booth. Not unattended anyway. I made sure to keep her head up a bit, “Veronica…? You still in there?”

Nothing. Yep. This girl was out cold. And that piece of shit drugged her. By the way she was shaking, it wouldn’t surprise me if he fucking roofied her. I’m so sorry, Veronica…I know we’ve only met each other once, but you’re a good kid. You don’t deserve this. I flagged down a waiter and sure enough, one came running, “Can I help you, sir?”

“I need a favor,” I took a hundred dollar bill out of the envelope from the club and put it in this guy’s hand, “My sister has had a very hard night and I need to go make a phone call. Can you keep an eye on her for me please? Just make sure she’s ok.”

“Sure,” the guy sat in the booth.

“Thank you so much,” I gave him a grateful nod, “Where are your payphones?”

“In the back by the bathrooms.”

“Thank you.” I headed toward the bathrooms and dug Vanessa’s number out of my pocket. I just hoped to all things holy, unholy, and purgatorial that I wouldn’t have to speak with anyone else.

…Come on, Vanessa. Pick up.

“Hello?” Oh, thank God…

“Hi, Vanessa,” I gnawed on the inside of my cheek. This was a phone call I didn’t want to give her, but it could be a hell of a lot worse.

“Frankie!” she chimed, “It’s about time you call me. I thought you were blowing me off.”

“Yeah,” I looked over at a clock. Shit…It was damn near ten o’clock. I didn’t want to stand her up, but I’m sure she’ll understand, “I’m so sorry about that. It’s just…I’d hold off on that excitement if I were you.”

“What do you mean?” Vanessa worried, “Is everything ok?”

“Do you know where the Front Porch is?” I asked, twisting my finger around the cord.

“Yeah,” her excitement definitely started dwindling, “Frankie, what’s going on?”

“I want you to meet me there,” I stayed blunt with her.

“Oh!” Vanessa relaxed, “I didn’t expect you to be asking me out so soon, but ok. I’ll be there.”

“I wouldn’t say I’m asking you out again,” I came clean with her, “I wish this were on much better terms, but…I got Veronica with me.”

“Oh, God,” she groaned, “What did she get into now?”

“It’s not what she got into,” I braced myself, “It’s what someone got into her. She’s currently passed out in a booth. Some guy tried getting with her tonight and might have roofied her. I’m not totally sure, but it’s looking like it. I stopped it before anything could really progress.”

“I’ll be there soon,” I could hear it in her voice. Vanessa was doing her best to keep up a brave face for the sake of her sister. I couldn’t blame her, though. If something happened to César or Tony, I’d be dying inside, too. They may do some stupid shit from time to time, but they’re still my brothers, “Keep an eye on her please.”

“I will,” I promised, “See you soon.”

Click.

Fuck…I really didn’t want to have to give her that phone call, but like I said. It was better than telling her there was nothing left the doctors could do. Hopefully, this will be out of her system soon and everything will be fine. I walked back to our table and shooed the waiter away, “Thanks, man.”

“Is there anything I can get you?” he offered.

“I’m fine,” I told him, pulling Veronica into my lap, “Really. Thank you.”

“And…” he shot a glance down at her, “Is she going to be ok?”

“She should be,” I ran my hand through her hair. Poor thing. You really didn’t deserve this tonight, Veronica. Or any other night for that matter. It’s not your fault, though. How were you supposed to know some dick was going to spike your drink? But you’ll be alright.

“Excuse me, ma’am,” the hostess at the door chimed, “I’m sorry, but we’re closing soon. We’re not taking anymore…”

“I’m supposed to be meeting someone here…” I knew that voice anywhere. And it’s really a shame I had to hear it under these circumstances.

“Vanessa,” I waved her over, “She’s with me.”

“How is she?” Vanessa walked over to our table where Veronica had her head in my lap.

“She’s breathing,” I reported, “But before she passed out, she said she got really dizzy. Then, she couldn’t stop shaking and that’s when she passed out. And she’s been like this ever since. Once she passed out, I called you.”

“Thank you,” Vanessa nudged me out of the booth and took her sister, “Veronica…Can you hear me, honey?”

For a brief moment, Veronica’s eyes opened. She could hardly talk, but dammit, she tried, “Ness…”

“Shh….” Vanessa cradled her, “Let’s go home, ok?”

“Ok,” Veronica was lucky to hold her head up, let alone walk. I scooped her up into my arms and brought her to the limo out front. Damn, Vanessa. And I thought the Old Man traveled in style. Still, I could get excited some other time. For now, we had more important things to worry about. I put Veronica gently in the backseat and she fell right back to sleep.

“Hey, Frankie…” Vanessa hardly spoke above a whisper, “Will you come with us?”

“With you where?” I wondered.

“Back to our house,” Vanessa begged, “Please?”

“I…” I bit my lip. Just what I needed was to be accused of being the one to drug Veronica in the first place. I didn’t want to run that risk, “I really shouldn’t…”

“It’s totally fine,” Vanessa assured me, “My parents aren’t home. It’s ok. I’m going to need help getting Veronica back in the house and I don’t want to have to wake up any of the house staff.”

“Ok,” I wasn’t going to argue with her. I know I still had shit to do for the Old Man tonight, but some things take precedence. So, I slid in next to Vanessa and somehow, my Williamsburg gutter ass ended up in Manhattan. And not the casual Manhattan. Upscale Manhattan. The Upper East Side where a guy wasn’t allowed to breathe the cab exhaust for less than ten grand. I knew Vanessa came from money, but damn…I also know both Vanessa and Veronica were human at the end of the day. Bigger fish.

The limo pulled up to this beautiful, massive house overlooking the water. Why am I not surprised? So, this is how the other half lives. As long as Veronica got inside and into bed and wakes up tomorrow morning, that’s all that matters. Vanessa brought me upstairs and into Veronica’s bedroom with Veronica riding in my arms. Her bedroom was the size of our whole apartment, but it looked more like an artist’s loft than a bedroom in a multimillion-dollar house like this. Damn, this was nice. Regardless, I put Vanessa into her bed and pulled her blanket over her shoulders. Sleep well, kid. I’m sorry we had to meet like this tonight.

“Hey, Vanessa,” I asked, making sure to keep my voice down. We don’t need to wake the baby, “Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure,” Vanessa and I took a seat on the stairs, “What is it?”

“Has…” I treaded lightly, my fingers between hers, “Has this ever happened before?”

“A couple of times…” I could see it in her eyes. Vanessa was barely holding herself together. A couple tears rolled down her face, “I told her not to go out by herself. I told her to stay in tonight, Frankie. But what does she do? Of course we’re not going to listen to Vanessa. What does she know? It’s not like anyone else in this house looks out for Veronica the way Vanessa does. Why take her advice?”

“Hey…” I pulled Vanessa into my shoulder and let her cry, “You didn’t know some asshole was going to spike her drink. Don’t beat yourself up over this.”

“Thank you for taking care of her tonight, Frankie,” Vanessa cuddled into me, “You really didn’t have to do this.”

“But I did anyway,” I ran my fingers down the back of her arm, doing my best to offer whatever comfort I could, “I wasn’t going to blow her off, Vanessa. That would’ve been a dick move. And when I saw her tonight…I mean, the two of you are damn near identical. Seeing her that pissed and that uncomfortable…I don’t know what I would’ve done if that were you instead.”

“Bloodshed?” she assumed.

“Maybe,” I shrugged, “Depends on how liquored up I had gotten beforehand.”

“I’m worried about her…”

“I’d be concerned if you weren’t,” I pulled her a little closer, “Can I tell you a little story? Something to take your mind off things?”

“What the hell?” Vanessa allowed, letting out a little yawn, “Go ahead.”

“One time,” I remembered, “My brother Tony had a bitch of a headache. So, logically, he took something for it. He took something from one of the guys that worked in the kitchen. But what he didn’t know was he accidentally roofied himself. It made for an interesting night when we got home.”

“What happened?”

“We got home,” I went on, “He started getting dizzy and he passed out in bed. Just like Veronica did. When she wakes up tomorrow morning, her memory’s going to be fuzzy. Keep some water on her nightstand and tell her everything that happened. She’ll be ok.”

“I know I’ve said it to death tonight…” Vanessa leaned over to me, gently kissing my cheek, “But thank you, Frankie. Really…I’m glad I got a phone call from you saying she passed out instead of one from Vanessa tomorrow morning, saying how much she fucked up.”

“Let’s hope this doesn’t happen again,” I got up from the stairs, “I’d love to hang around a little longer, but I need to get going. I’m still on the clock.”

“Sorry,” she let me go, “I…I didn’t…”

“No, no, no,” I shook her off, “It’s alright. I’m sure my boss would understand. I’ll call you tomorrow and check on her, ok?”

“Ok,” Vanessa followed me outside, “You want to borrow the limo back to town?”

“I’ll be fine,” I promised, “I got it.”

“Are you sure?” she worried, “It’s at least an hour back to Williamsburg.”

“Vanessa,” I took her hands, “I promise. I’ll be fine. I’ll call you tomorrow. Go take care of your sister.”

“Ok…”

I don’t want to say I scored major points with Vanessa tonight, but I’m pretty sure I scored major points with Vanessa tonight. Saving her sister from some prick in the club would probably score me points tonight. And she had a point. If that asshole would’ve been all over her like he was with Veronica, there would’ve definitely been bloodshed. Hell, even when I hopped on the subway, all I could think about was what he did. How scared Veronica was when it finally hit her system…If that would’ve been Vanessa, someone wouldn’t be walking straight anymore.

Once I got back to Brooklyn, I couldn’t help myself. I stood outside that club, wondering if that dick was still there. It wouldn’t surprise me if he was. I know I promised Vanessa I’d call her tonight, but I needed to call the Old Man. I’m sure he’s worried about where the hell I’ve been. I doubt he’d call me taking care of Veronica having a good time while I’m on my collection runs. Payphone…Payphone…If I were a payphone around here, where would I be…? Alley. That’s right.

“Yeah?”

“Hey, Old Man,” I answered, “It’s Frankie. Look, I might be a little late coming back.”

“Is everything ok?” he worried.

“No,” I was blunt. How else was I supposed to answer that? Was I supposed to lie to him and tell him everything was fine? Fine would’ve been me collecting and calling it a night. Fine isn’t me collecting Veronica after she got drugged. Fine isn’t having Vanessa crying in my shoulder. Fine isn’t what’s about to happen. And I just happened to catch a glimpse of the guy on his way out. Oh, your ass is mine, mother fucker, “I have some unfinished business I need to handle.”

“What’s going on?” the Old Man asked, “What kind of unfinished business?”

“There’s this piece of shit coming out of the club you sent me to,” I explained, doing my best to keep a level head. For now, “He slipped something in Vanessa’s little sister’s drink and tried getting her to grind on him. I can’t let him get away with that.”

“Frankie, listen to me very carefully,” he turned very serious very quickly, “I don’t want you to lay a hand on him.”

“What?” my heart sunk, “Old Man, no. I can’t…”

“Frankie…” the Old Man cut me off, “I told you to listen, did I not?”

“Sorry,” I kept my mouth shut, “But I can’t…”

“I never said we were going to let him get away with it…” I knew the Old Man was on my side, “Does the guy know who you are?”

“I told him she was my sister.”

“Alright…We can work with that,” the Old Man thought for a moment or two, “I want you to go up to him and become his best friend. Tell him you want to bury the hatchet. Once you do that, I want you to mention somewhere on the south side where the booze is cold, the girls are gorgeous…Really paint him a picture. Bring him back here and we’ll take care of it, ok?”

“Ok,” a wave of relief came over me, “I shouldn’t be much longer. This guy’s pretty wasted. I got him.”

“Good boy,” he praised, “See you soon.”

“See you soon.”

“And I mean it, Frankie! Not a finger on him until you get him back here.”

“Got it, boss.”

Click.

But once we get him there, I’m not making any fucking promises.

#The Good Old Days #OC backstory #fan fiction prequel #mafia au #switch #for the family

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indigopurple · 5 years ago

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Basically a review of OP episode 503 ig

Currently rewatching post-war arc (in the dub so I don't have any screenshots for u guys sry) and theres a few things id like to point out.

During a conversation Dadan once had with Garp, they were talking about Roger. Garp said that even if they were facing powerful enemies, he would never run away because he wouldnt dare leaving his comrads behind; it wasnt an option for him. Obviously we see this in Ace. But ALSO, isnt this what he did with Katakuri? It was a little different cuz of the setting mostly, but he separated himself from his crew to fight off katakuri, and lied to them about being okay so they didn't worry (he was already getting his ass kicked by then, so he just made that stupid smile and told them not to worry (or smth like that, I can remember the exact line) (that smile was so gross and fake cuz he fucking sucks at lying). Also he said roger destroyed a buncha soldiers cuz they mouthed off his men. That's what Ace tried to do but instead he died. :(

"The pain he went through just made him hold on tighter to the ones he loved" -Garp, about Roger. "Despite his flaws and his bad reputation, his crew still trusted him completely." -also Garp, about Roger. These both sound a lot like Luffy AND Ace.

When Dogra got home and told everyone about Sabo's ship being shit down and him dying (which we all know didnt happen, thank fuck), (by the way the absolutely lost looks on Ace's and Luffy's faces with the sudden silence hurt like a bitch), Luffy started crying and said "WE SHOULDNT'A LET HIM GO, IT'S ALL OUR FAULT". Which fucking says something about him (thinking of episodes 913-915 when he goes fucking berserk, but before that he learns that Kaido probably killed Tama and he says "I should've escorted them..!" (*ugly cries*)). Ace also reacted pretty similarly-- "Sabo...why didn't we go back into town and bring him back here?! We're so stupid!" And he gets mad and asks where he could find the bastard that killed him (obviously not getting a good answer since it was a fucking celestial dragon ugh). That is what Luffy does, in present time. He results to anger first, not sadness. Not sure when he learned to do that but I'm 99 percent sure it was from Ace. Also the blaming himself thing? High chance thats ALSO from Ace. Who else would teach him that self hating behaviour?!

Dadan pins Ace down to stop him from going after the Celestial Dragon to calm him down, telling him he cant do anything, he's not big or strong enough to do anything and he'll be killed as soon as he tries anything, especially since it was the whole country -the whole WORLD- that killed Sabo. He can't do anything. And then they tied him to a tree outside to let him cool off. Oh yeah then he also told luffy to stop crying like a little girl or else he'll- (and he didn't finish the sentence). ...Ok maybe thats why luffy started being more angry than sad.

This is where things get a little more :( . Ace reads the letter Sabo sent them before he died. As he reads, he walks to the end of the forest, to a cliff overlooking the ocean. And starts fucking bawling (btw the voice actor who had Ace's childhood part did not do a very good job, no where near as in character and real as Coleen Clickenberg did with all of Luffy's crying scenes. She was spot on.) ...do you see where im going with that? He isolated himself before letting himself feel sad. It was all rage and then calm beforehand. Y-you see where im going with that. Dont make me say it.

"How's Luffy doing, is he any better?" "Well...he hasnt been eating much, but he still eats twice as much as we do". Oh look, That's what happened after Ace died too. There's a behavioral pattern that hasnt gone away. Not sure why it wouldve tho.

Luffy is mopeing, lying on the ground in a similar setting ace was at when he cried. Hes thinking about some of the things Sabo said, like how theyre gonna sail the seas together, and he clenches his hands into tight, shaking fists. After Ace shows up and hits him, and talking abt some other stuff I don't feel like relaying, Luffy tightens his grip on the straw hat and tells ace, whimpering, he wants to get stronger (and stronger, and stronger, and stronger and stronger and....) And he wants to be the strongest in the world. "And then, I'll protect everyone. I won't lose anyone I care about". He gets stronger mainly to protect the people he loves. And then he asks ace to promise he won't die. To which he hits Luffy again and tells him he should be more worried about himself dying first. And then the famous line that hurts like a bitch- "I'm NEVER going to DIE!" And then this hopeful music comes on (fucking damnit funimation, u gotta do this? Really??) Also he says he wont die as long as he has a wussy little brother to protect. ...FUCK. Ok, the fist clenching is a thing he does all the fucking time, usually when he gets mad. This was different because he wasnt mad, he was sad. He clenched his fist because thinking about it hurt. Which, huh, sounds a lot like his whole episode after waking up from his 2 week coma on the polar tang. To try and stop the mental pain of those horrendous memories, he resulted to physically pain. He hurt himself. So, He clenches his fists in times like these to fight off the mental pain and the urge to cause himself physical pain. Guys, our boy is bad at emotions, help him. ....ok this paragraph is longer than I anticipated so ill dumb down the rest of it ig. Next part, him asking ace to promise he wont die. The music, the body language, the over change in mood- this comforts him. He stopped hiding his face and silently sobbing after ace said this. OH YEAH! didn't he tell jinbe not to die when they parted ways in Totto Land? And then, hes missing still in Wano and we see Luffy is worried....but convinced Jinbe will show up. Again, this comforts him. Hes nervous cuz someone KOFF KOFF ACE broke that promise once. But jinbe is his crew mate so he trusts him, thank god.

"-But whoever did it, they must be opposed to freedom." The whole freedom thing? That runs through Luffy's blood and spirit.His brothers fought for it, his dad is the man who strives to give everyone freedom basically, and Luffy himself has seen enough of the OPPOSITE of freedom to be so, so much more than just against it. Hence why he of course was so eager to free the slaves in Sabaody, the kids in punk hazard, the toys in dressrosa, the country of Wano from Kaido's tyrany. The apple doesnt fall far from the tree huh.

I dont think Luffy would remember his promise with Shanks if it werent for his brothers putting feul to his dream. It was a stupid bet at first; he just wanted to beat Shanks, right then. But after meeting Sabo and Ace, he found the opposite of freedom and human rights. And then he wanted, REALLY wanted, to become the free-est man in the world; the pirate king.

Last one i promise ok? This one is less connected to whats going on in the episode at this point, but something I noticed (its so obvious everyone has seen this ok) was when luffy cries, his posture is always open. He doesn't curl in on himself like many people would do (I know I would, lol). He doesnt hug himself, protect himself. He's just, opened up to whoever is watching, literally. This has a little more to do with something I haven't talked about much in this post yet; his self-destruction issues. I said he tried to hurt himself when he felt mental pain, which is definitely similar. But he cries and doesnt try to protect or comfort himself, like he doesn't have that programmed into his mind. Reminder that he only wants to live because of his dream, and if he doesnt have his dream, he wants to die. (Whoa.). Ok, so no self preservation mechanism at all rlly. Hes basically ride or die. So, when things hurt so much that he cries, he has no hope left. He just kinda...dies inside. So this was mildly different after sabo died. Yes we saw him just standing there, sobbing. But the next day he's still crying, and instead he's laying on the ground. I saw that and the voice in the back of my head told me he wanted to be a part of that lifeless dirt beneath him. Then, Ace walked over. And his words made him feel the hope that I told you about earlier, and he sat up into a sitting position. And HUGGED HIS LEGS TO HIS CHEST. There's some self preservation! Some hope! Some will to exist, to live! Something we saw none of as he sat in front of his brothers corpse, shutting down. He sat there, open to his enemies, incapable of protecting himself. Practically anyone couldve killed him right then and there. I think he mightve liked that, at that moment. Like thank god he has that stupidly good luck cuz if he didn't I swear someone couldve thrown and axe or FUCKING ANYTHING AT THAT MOMENT and hed be dead becuase he never physically or mentally prepared himself. On purpose.

Our poor boy needs some fucking attention and therapists. (Insert my rant post about how jinbe is on the crew primarily for anger management and therapy, not just being a helmsman.) Ugh, smh ugly cries

Aaaaand thats about the end of the episode. Theres so many little tics and peesonality traits that you notive thru this episode, and I only noticed them cuz im rewatching this part of the show for like the third time. I don't react as much as the first time of course but some things are definitely sadder after knowing what's going on and what will happen later on.

Moral of the story (post)? I think luffy is almost equally as alike -if not, more similar to roger as ace is. Also, high key genuinely think Luffy met like NO ONE but Garp before he met Shanks and his crew. What the fuck was his first like 5 years of being alive like? (He wantd to be a pirate cuz Garp didnt want that. Rebellious baby asshole. And then shanks made things worse, in a good way for luffy. And then ace and sabo made that worse thing worse for a good reason. Luffy lives...for those influences. And that is fucking it. Why.

Oh thanks tumblr for moving my picture to the bottom of the post u fucking idiot

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I fucked up. I started talking to this guy and after about a week of us talking his best friend started to message me as well. I talked to them separately pretty much all day everyday. I went away to see my brother graduate and the best friend asked me out, now just so you know I never get much attention from guys so obviously I would say yes because he was the better looking one, anyway after i came home we met up for the first fucking time and things were going smooth. We were going out for about half a month and I went to his house. My parents found out we were dating because some bitch at my school seen the two of us walking around together at school before we started dating and spread rumors. Still hate that ass crack. So i met his parents and whatnot and we stayed in his room with the door open and were kissing as normal couples do while watching Family Guy on Netflix. So he started making out and then things got fucking weird. He started trying to put his hands down my pants and up my shirt, I told him no and that I wasn’t ready for any of this stuff because I was only 13. He said he understood but the next few times I went to his house the same stuff happened except he started getting mad at me because I ‘wouldn't let him do anything’. This really upset me so I got my mom to pick me up early, I never told her why I wanted to come home I just said that his parents were leaving soon. Our 1 month anniversary hit and he gave me a Charmed Aroma candle that had a ring inside. I spent all day melting the wax and eventually got the ring out and it was SO pretty. i loved it so much and it was the perfect fit. So that’s what I wore for a while. Nothing that interesting happened in the next week so I’ll just skip over it. My brother had moved to Manitoba and I have a really close relationship with him and just writing this section makes me cry because I miss him so much. We now live 3000km apart and I only get to see him once or twice a year now. So i went to go visit him in late July and was staying for 11 days. I told my boyfriend this and he said it doesn't matter to him as long as he got to see me before I left, and I told him it wasn't a problem because I didn't think it was at the time being. But I mentioned it to my mother and father and they said I wouldn't have time and that it would fuck everything up because my brothers girlfriend wanted to got to bed early so she could have enough sleep for the flight in the morning. So I told my boyfriend the news and he flipped the fuck out at me because id be gone for 11 days and I wouldn't get to see him (I had seen him 3 days before I left). This really set me off so I just didn't message him so he and my best friend had a nice chat with him while I called my boyfriends best friend and talked to him because he wanted to make sure I was okay. So he ended up getting pretty upset at my boyfriend because there was no need of him getting on the way he did. So I didn't end up going to his house and he starting crawling up my ass apologizing to me. Once I got to Manitoba and we stared messaging again and he’d ALWAYS bring sex into it. So I video chatted my best friend and she told me that I should talk to him and let him know how I felt. I didn't want to do it over text because that’s just not right but I’m also too awkward in person, and besides, if that’s what he wants and nothing will change that and I really hate changing people to fit them to my needs. I decided not to talk to him and let things play through for a bit and see how they went.. but then something else came up and my brother wanted me to stay for another while. I had gone up on the 27th of June and was supposed to leave on the 6th of September but i stayed until the 19th instead. My boyfriend said he was okay with it and if its what i want to do its fine. i obviously didn’t believe him so i asked if he was sure and he said “of course not” then we got into a big ass fight and at that point I was done with him. I understand that he’d miss me and that it’d be almost a month but still, there”s no need of him getting on like that at me when I didn’t no anything wrong. I video called my friend and i wanted a straight answer of what I should do. She told me that it’d be best if I broke up with him so that we’d both be happier and less stressed out. So I started messaging him and was saying that I had some thoughts over the past few days and he knew immediately what I was talking about. He went off saying shit like “please baby no I didn’t know” “please don’t do this” “why are you doing this” “I don’t understand”. Then I told him that I didn't want to but I had to because it’d be best for both of us. He didn’t understand how because he’s a thick skulled son of a bitch and only wanted me for skin. But that’s besides the point. We talked for a while, he sent me videos of him crying, i mean yes I did feel bad but it was the best decision because it was not a healthy relationship. So I finally got it through his head that we were over. He wanted to call me so he could say what he always does after someone breaks up with him “I might be the one hanging up, but you’re the one walking away’ a) he got that from a movie and b) that is the cringiest shit I've heard. After I broke up with him he decided to tell me that the ring that came in the candle was actually a fucking promise ring... I’M 13 FUCKING YEARS OLD WTAF?! But his friend would always message me and make sure I was okay, and I was perfectly fine because i was over the relationship before it even ended. That tells you how done I was with him. Anyways, his friend is the best guy I know, he’s sweet, caring, very funny, and overall just a great guy that actually treats people with respect. I had feelings for this guy after we were talking for a little while, and I've never lost those feelings, I just didn’t admit to them. Just a few days ago I told him that I had a dream that me and the guy I liked were dating and I told this guy that. He begged me and begged me to tell him who I liked. He eventually told me something that he said was irrelevant, but he said that he used to like me back when we first started talking. This killed me inside because I still liked him but only told him that I used to like him as well. When i got home from shopping he wanted me to give him hints so I said that he knew everything about this guy (seeing how it was him) and that he was otg with someone. He had no idea who tf I was talking about. Then he clued in and guessed himself so i confirmed it while bawling because we’re really close friends and I didn’t want to fuck anything up. He said he would have liked to know a few months earlier because things would have worked out, but he said that he thought it was cute as well. This also killed me inside. He was sick so he wouldn’t be in school the next day so it kinda worked out for me because I would not have been mentally stable enough to face him after telling him that, at least not the day after. I stressed myself out so much that when I walked through he doors of my school huge wave of anxiety and stress just hit me and I started overthinking and made myself so stomach sick and queasy that I had to go home. I talked to him about how I was feeling afterwards and he blamed it on himself but it definitely was not his fault. I made that clear to him. We started talking as we normally did like nothing had happened but he’d ask me if I was okay and stuff every now and then. We both went to school the next day and I felt so anxious because I was still scared to see him thinking it would be awkward asf. I was anxious at least 3-5 times every hour. It was hell. I went outside with him at recess along with my best friend and it was like it always was, as if we were best friends. It was great and i shouldn't have been worrying about it. The point of this whole story is that I shouldn't have went with the guy i did and I regret it. My life would have been so much better and happier, and not to mention that I’m in love with him and got him with the chick he’s otg with. Rest in peace me :D

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