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netflix i have questions


from One Piece Live Action, S01E06
#like whats the reason behind it#not complaning tho#one piece#v1nsmoke#black leg sanji#vinsmoke sanji#sanji one piece#eiichiro oda#sanji x reader#one piece live action#opla#vinsmoke sanji x reader#taz skylar one piece#taz skylar
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OH MY GOD. @v1nsmoke POOKIE I JUST FINISHED PRINCE AND IT WAS AMAZING!!! 🫶 ALL SANJI SIMPS SHOULD DEF READ IT!!
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My @op-secret-santa-2020 piece for @v1nsmokes; Robin wrapping presents! Sorry it’s so late, hope you had a happy holiday!
#one piece#nico robin#genuinely im rlly sorry i meant to have this done last week#but my whole household got covid and i havent had a chance to finish shading until today#i hope you like it!!
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@sabocho saw ur post and it seemed like fun!
i wanna tag @searchfortheonepiece , @v1nsmokes , @m0draw and anyone who wants to really
https://picrew.me/image_maker/257476
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thanks @v1nsmokes for tagging me and guiding me when i over complicated stuff
this was highkey a lot of fun altho i wish i could lift only one eyebrow rip
https://picrew.me/image_maker/257476
tagging my most recents, which aren’t super recent but oh well: @fushibi, @justanotherblondie, @supergayotter @starsandsupernovae and anyone else who wants to try it
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one piece fans arent waiting for opla season 2 to see the story and action unfold in live action, they only want to watch taz skylar doing the mr prince scenes
#one piece#v1nsmoke#vinsmoke sanji#black leg sanji#eiichiro oda#sanji one piece#opla#sanji x reader#one piece live action#vinsmoke sanji x reader#taz skylar#taz skylar one piece#alabasta#opla alabasta#opla s2#one piece live action netflix#mr prince#sanji mr prince#if they DARE to remove it#i will riot#taz has the charm for it#i will sleep peacefully once they release a 0.1 second clip of it in the future s2 trailer
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SANJI and ZEFF clip, One Piece Live Action, 2023
"it's called imagination, but yeah, i wouldn't expect you to understand"
#one piece#black leg sanji#v1nsmoke#vinsmoke sanji#sanji one piece#eiichiro oda#sanji x reader#one piece live action#opla#taz skylar one piece#taz skylar#taz skylar sanji#red leg zeff#zeff#zeff one piece#one piece live action netflix#netflix#one piece netflix
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Taz Skylar as Blackleg Sanji, One Piece Live Action, 2023
#one piece#black leg sanji#sanji one piece#v1nsmoke#vinsmoke sanji#eiichiro oda#sanji x reader#vinsmoke sanji x reader#taz skylar#opla#one piece live action#live action one piece#taz skylar one piece
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i feel like too much time and effort went into this one, i fear
#v1nsmoke#the boys#art#fanart#billy butcher#joe kessler#karl urban#jeffrey dean morgan#homelander#anthony starr#firecracker#firecracker the boys#valorie curry#the deep#chace crawford#a train#donald trump#donald trump assassination attempt#the boys fanart#the boys series#the boys tv#the boys season 4#the boys s4#the boys amazon#the boys season 4 spoilers#the boys meme#meme#the brainrot is real#felt too lazy to add colors to butcher idk#not to mention kessler
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that was so not sigma of you, wade (but at least dogpool is in good hands, no?)
#v1nsmoke#deadpool#deadpool and wolverine#deadpool 3#deadpool movie#deadpool spoilers#art#fanart#meme#wolverine#logan howlett#the wolverine#james howlett#wade wilson#dp and wolverine#marvel#mcu#marvel mcu#mcu fandom#marvel cinematic universe#deadpool and wolverine fanart#marvel fanart#deadpool 3 spoilers#this is so dumb#excuse my handwriting#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#dungeon meshi meme#im not calling you good boy#hugh jackman
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TAZ SKYLAR as BLACKLEG SANJI, One Piece Live Action, 2023
all photos taken from the final trailer
#one piece#v1nsmoke#black leg sanji#vinsmoke sanji#sanji one piece#eiichiro oda#one piece live action#opla#vinsmoke sanji x reader#taz skylar#taz skylar one piece#Sanji#op sanji#sanji opla#he looks so good like hello?!?!#perfect casting
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𝑺𝑨𝑽𝑬 𝑨 𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑺𝑬… // 𝑪𝑶𝑾𝑩𝑶𝒀!𝑹𝑰𝑪𝑲 𝑮𝑹𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑺 𝑿 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹
oneshot - western au rick grimes x fem!reader
tw: guns
summary: upon accepting th eoffer of his friend, rick doesn't expect to meet a girl with him
fandom: the walking dead (twd)
a/n: for my pookie dorcsa <3
tags: dorcsa
wc: 0.6k
note: western au, third person pov, fem!reader. i'm still trying to finish formatting and proofreading my full book, so this is all you get for now.
The distant sound of music and laughter of the saloon filtered out through an open window, the orangish light illuminating the man’s back as he trotted over to the establishment from where his horse was hitched. It was getting late, too late for his liking to be outside. Still, he didn’t want to pass off the offer of his friend inviting him for a good old drink at the saloon.
He pushes the swinging door open, entering the saloon. The people inside paid him no mind, all of them occupied with their own activities and duties. His duty was to find his friend in the mass of people inside, which at first seemed like an impossible task, but after noticing the signature leather coat of his friend, it was easy for him to locate the man.
Rick pulls a chair under himself, taking his seat next to his friend.
“I thought you’d never show up,” Daryl, the friend speaks up, circling the tip of his finger on the rim of his glistening whiskey glass, the orange-brown liquid inside reflecting the shine of the lights inside the saloon.
“You know I ain’t going to miss out on an opportunity for a good ol’ drink,” Rick replies with a joyous smile.
“By the way,” Daryl starts pointing at the seat on his other side, “the lady next to me is a friend of mine. Say hello to her.”
Glancing at the direction Daryl was pointing at, Rick saw a girl, not too young but definitely younger than him, a drink in her hand as she quietly sat there.
“Hey there,” he greets her.
“Talkin’ to me, mister?”
“Is there anybody else I could talk to?”
“Your friend sitting next to you,” she sternly replies.
“Valid,” Rick replies with a sigh, shifting his gaze back to his drink.
Daryl just watched as the situation unfolded in front of his eyes, not saying a word. Let Rick handle this, he thought.
“I’ll get you another drink if you get her to talk with us. Best of luck,” he looks at Rick from the side of his eye.
With a sigh, Rick gives in.
“All this for the sake of a free drink…”
He switches places with Daryl, now him standing next to the girl.
“So, Daryl told me you were a friend of his, that true?”
“Mostly yes. I help him out at his ranch, it’s more like I work for him.”
“That’s something. Why though?”
“For the money and horses,” she timidly says.
“I got a horse with me, just outside of the saloon.”
The girl stays quiet for a few seconds before speaking up, staring at the man with an enthusiastic gaze.
“You do?”
Rick nods in response.
“Let me take you out to him,” he says, pushing himself away from the counter.
He makes his way to the entrance of the saloon, the girl curiously following suit.
The chilly night air hits them as they exit the saloon, the oil lamps on the porches dimly lighting the dark town. Outside, tied to the nearby hitching post was Rick’s horse.
The girl slowly approaches the animal, glancing back at Rick for some kind of approval or confirmation. He nods with a slight smile.
The girl walks up to the horse, staring at it for a few seconds before gently placing her hand on the animal’s head, stroking it.
“You’ve got a beautiful horse,” she states calmly.
“I know, thank you,” he thanked.
Rick just watched silently as the girl developed a bond with his horse, smiling as she patted the animal, a smile on both the girl’s and Rick’s face.
© v1nsmokes 2024. Do not modify, translate or rewrite.
#v1nsmoke#twd#rick grimes#the walking dead#the walking dead x reader#rick grimes x reader#oneshot#fanfic#fanfiction#twd x reader#twd fanfiction#the walking dead fanfiction#daryl dixon#western#cowboy au
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wake up guys we have offical scenes of shanks tryna recruit people to his crew




from onepieceoffical on youtube
@stargirldelight
#one piece#v1nsmoke#eiichiro oda#one piece strong world#red haired shanks#shanks#yasopp#op#shanks one piece#i need a whole arc dedicated to shanks and how he met his crewmembers it would be so great#that outfit tho#he looks so foine in it#i dont talk about shanks enough i love him def in my top 5 one piece chars
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𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 // 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑
oneshot - fallout's john hancock x reader
tw: mentions of drugs (usual hancock activity)
summary: after days of exiting goodneighbor, you and hancock finally get to talk
fandom: fallout
a/n: there is not enough talk about this fella omg… now that liking the ghoul from the fallout show is accepted, i can come forward (i chose the “romance hancock” option every playthrough). no pronouns used, so gender neutral ig? also the inspiration for the title is that one song thats viral on tiktok rn, also galvanized square steel mentioned
tags: -
wc: 0.6k
“Day twenty-five since leaving Vault 111, today is Monday and my location is Diamond City, it’s currently 2:41 PM. Me and my companion are at the noodle shop,” you say, speaking into your Pip-boy.
Recently, you’ve been documenting every day, usually just a brief summary on that day’s experiences. These experiences consisted of hourly radroach attacks, accidental overdose on jet, or encounters with hostile Mr. Handy’s. Or accidental near-death situations with a deathclaw. That only happened once.
You weren’t sure anybody would ever hear these, even better, be interested in these daily logs. Your companion seemingly couldn’t care less about these logs, as he ate his portion of ramen next to you.
“The Institute remains undefeated, and I doubt it will change today, I’m not in the mood for it,” you continue.
“If it depended on your mood, it would be there forever,” Hancock cuts in with his sarcastic remark.
A sigh escapes your lips at his words.
“Maybe I should switch back to Dogmeat and send you back to Goodneighbor,” you reply.
“Now, what good would that do for you?”
“It would spare me from more of these remarks.”
“But can Dogmeat give you this?” He asks as he slides you a jet.
Hesitantly, but you accept it with a smile.
“John Hancock, the ghoul you are,” you sigh.
A smile creeps onto his features.
“See? You like me enough.”
“Whatever helps you sleep…”
You’ve been traveling with Hancock for the past week or so, after you accepted the offer of Bobby, who just so happened to lie to you. One thing led from another, and after finishing off Hancock’s bodyguard, you managed to solve the bad blood between the two of you by killing Bobby herself.
Hancock was useful and good company, helping out where he could and making small talk with you. Not to mention that he was supplying you with a different kind of drug every day. They don’t have that stuff in Vaults…
Last night, the both of you got high as hell in the home you bought with hard-earned caps here, in Diamond City. It was mostly a box, so you decided to illegally expand it with galvanized square steel and eco-friendly wood veneers. So, after the finished construction - that lasted four days with the cheap and friendly workforce including Little John (Hancock) and yourself -, the two of you decided to celebrate.
He plopped down onto the mattress - the construction fee was too much for you to spend even more caps on a normal bed -, resting his back against the wall. You popped open a bottle of Nuka-Cola, taking your place on the mattress next to him.
“So, how do ya like it?” He asks, taking a Jet out of his pocket.
“So far so good,” you reply with a sigh.
“That’s all? Not ‘I love this place more than the Vault’?”
“I do like it more than the Vault, cause you’re here.”
He stays quiet for a few seconds before speaking up.
“That’s good.”
“That’s all? Not ‘Wow I, too, am really glad that I’ve got you and get to share Jet with you and that you defended me from that Deathclaw’?”
He lets out a slight chuckle, hanging his head low.
“Thank you, then. For these past few days I’ve spent with you. Never thought I would find anybody who would accept me as their companion.”
© v1nsmokes 2024. Do not modify, translate or rewrite.
#v1nsmoke#john hancock#fallout#fallout 4#john hancock fallout 4#john hancock x reader#john hancock fo4#sole survivor#fo4#hancock fo4#video games#oneshot#fanfic#fanfiction#fluff
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I'm not the same ever since I found out that Valorie Curry / Firecracker also played Kara in DBH
#v1nsmoke#fanart#the boys#firecracker#the boys s4#the boys season 4#valorie curry#ryan the boys#ryan butcher#the boys fanart#firecracker the boys#detroit become human#dbh fanart#the boys meme#art#digital art#this is such bullshit#brainrot#kara dbh
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𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐀 // 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑
oneshot - sonny corleone (the godfather) x reader
tw: a creep guy :(
summary: at your best friend's wedding, somebody helps you out - that somebody might have a thing for you, too
fandom: the godfather
a/n: mention of elvis presley, so uh… the timeline doesn’t match well, but i hope yall dont mind <3
tags: -
wc: 2.4k
Connie Corleone’s been one of your close friends for a while now. And we’re talking about a really long while here. At this point you were close to being considered her family. This brought other events, and most importantly other people in your path. You were very familiar with her family members, she considered you a sister since she didn’t have one. Brothers, on the other hand…
She had a whole bunch of brothers, at first you were even surprised by it, but with time, you managed to successfully bond with them. There was Tom, the adopted one, and Fredo, the one that everybody thought was adopted but actually wasn’t. Then there was Sonny, who didn’t even try to conceal his attraction towards you, and last, there was Michael, the youngest.
Over the years, you all grew close, but undeniably, Sonny was your favorite out of them all.
The day of Connie’s wedding had finally arrived. Of course, you were among the many guests. Out of them all, you barely knew anyone, or more like anybody. An unfamiliar face appears next to you. It was an about five and half feet tall, round man.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” He greeted you. To be fair, you had no intention of talking to him.
The man takes quick steps as he gets closer to you. His eyes slightly narrowed at the sight of you.
“Hey,” you softly smile. No words beyond that. “It’s nice seeing you here. That’s your uniform on you?” You ask, your pointing finger motioning at his clothing.
“You’ve got quite an eye,” he sighs with a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
“I always did have an eye for nice things.”
“Undoubtedly. Where’d you find yours?”
It wasn’t that he hated it. No, quite the opposite. He liked it. He liked it because it was on you, and it fit.
“A thrift store,” you replied. “Dress to impress, they say.”
“Who’re you trying to impress, sweetheart?”
Not you, that’s for sure, you thought.
“It hugs you perfectly, too tight, innit?” He grins. Yeah, no way you wanted to talk to him.
“It’s fine. Now, I reckon that other people are waiting for your company, so I’ll leave you to it,” you smile awkwardly at him, trying to brush him off.
“No, I’d rather spend my time with you,” he chuckles, grasping your wrist as you try to scurry away from him.
You shoot an anxious glare at the man, who refuses to let you go, even after you attempt to draw your hand out.
“Let me go. Now,” you demand, your soft attitude now gone.
“Don’t give me that attitude. I’m just trying to look out for you. That dress, it doesn’t seem too comfortable.”
“It is. So leave me alone. This is just harassment.”
The man rolled his eyes, scoffing slightly as his grip on you got a bit tighter.
“Seriously? I’m the one harassing you? That dress on you, to me, feels like pure harassment.”
“Don’t get cocky there, old man, I reckon you should fuck off now, before I shout it out that you’re harassing me.”
The man grabbed your waist, and now his face was mere inches from yours, his dark eyes bored into yours as he glared into yours.
“Harassing you? No sweetheart. Trying to keep those damn pests off of you? Yes.”
“You’re the pest that should be kept off of me!”
He huffed, his grip tightening, almost as if he was holding you captive.
“You better keep that smartmouth attitude of yours to yourself,” he whispered, leaning closer to your ear.
“Let me go you creep,” you grunt, trying your best to twist out your arm from his grip.
“For the love of God, will you stop? I’m just protecting you.”
“This isn’t protecting! You’re here preaching about other men looking at me, but what you’re doing is much, much worse!”
His eyebrow twitched at the name calling. He looked around to see if anyone was paying attention before looking back at you.
“Keep. Your. Voice. Down,” he huffed out through gritted teeth.
At this point his fingers were so clenched around your wrist, leaving imprints on your skin.
“What now? Scared that somebody will notice this? I hope someone does, and they get you off of me.”
“Keep your mouth shut, or see what happens.”
Enough bullshit. You bit his arm, your teeth digging deep into his skin. Why wouldn’t you? It was fucking deserved, from the start.
He hisses in agony, releasing his grasp as he pulls his arm back. With his other hand’s palm, he runs his fingers over the tiny, fresh marks on his skin. His skin became paler in those spots.
Without a word, you run off, making your way through the crowd of people.
You didn’t care where you were even going, as long as it was far away from that unknown man. Everyone here was unknown to you, not just that man. The only familiar face around the crowd was Sonny, stalking over to you. You could only hope that he didn’t want to talk to you at that moment. What would you even say? Was the previous event visible on you?
Sonny was making rounds, checking on the guests. That was, until he spotted you. Even from that distance, he could see that you were distressed. With quick steps, he pushed himself through the mass of guests gathered around in the garden.
“You okay?” He speaks in a soft tone, a concerned look on his face. “You look like you’ve been crying.”
“Oh, I haven’t been, I’m just on the verge of doing so,” you flash him a weak smile, trying to play it off. This was your best friend’s wedding, for God’s sake. “How you doin’?”
Sonny raised an eyebrow. He clearly didn’t believe you.
“Uh huh. Sure you haven’t. I’m doing fine. I’m not the one that looks like I’m gonna cry any second now,” he teased.
Of course, this moment couldn’t last an eternity. Make a guess who appeared behind you. I dare you.
“There you are,” the same man from before hisses through his teeth, almost getting a hold of your wrist again, but this time, you know better, and manage to pull your hand away just in time.
Sonny’s always been quick to react. Before the man can reach for you again, he steps in between the two of you.
“Now what’s with you?” He demands, looking the man straight in the eye. One of his hands was protectively covering you behind him.
“That bitch bit me!” The man roars.
Sonny looks over his shoulder, his brows knitted together, watching in anticipation, waiting for confirmation. There’s no way you would-
“I did. And it was well fucking deserved!” You lean forward lightly, almost unnoticeably, your finger pointing at the man. “He was harassing me!”
Confused, Sonny turns his head back at the man.
“He did?” He asked, the question aimed at you.
“You think I would bite some man for no reason?”
That was all it took for Sonny. He clenched his fist, and with a swift movement, he flung his arm towards the man, landing a punch straight into his face. The man staggered back some steps, even bumping into a random guest.
“Who the hell do you think you are?!” Sonny snarls at him viciously.
Not wanting the situation to escalate even further, you grab his arm, getting his attention. This was Connie’s wedding, no need to ruin it for her with this.
“Hey, enough. It’s nice of you, but I don’t think this is the time for this.”
He pants, looking into your eyes, nodding lightly as you speak. He, too, came to the realization that his sister’s wedding wasn’t the appropriate place and time to cause mayhem.
You found a quiet refuge under a tree, your lone self could finally be at peace. It was a big event, more people attended it than a literal Taylor Swift concert. It was loud, with many people. Overwhelming.
“Hey there,” the oh-so-familiar face trots up to you.
“Sonny, hey. I know I probably asked you this before, but how you doing?”
“Just doing rounds, making sure the guests are okay. Making sure the food is good, the whole shindig” he answered as he let out a sigh, his eyes now looking out into the party area. “I’d much rather be here, making sure you’re okay
“How heroic of you! No, really, I appreciate it. But shouldn't you check whether the food grew legs and ran off?”
Sonny chuckled at the comment, a smirk appearing on his face as he bumped his shoulder against yours.
“Very funny, smartass. But the food is well-behaved.”
“Did you train it personally?”
He snickered at that, a lighthearted chuckle escaping him.
“Nope, I just told them that I would eat them if they even think about running away.”
This time, you let out a chuckle too. Sonny’s always been kind to you.
“There’s the smile. I’m glad I’m getting laughs out of you,” he comments. “Y’know, for an introvert like yourself, you’re pretty damn good at being around rowdy people like my family.”
“The only rowdy person in your family is you. Michael barely even speaks.”
Sonny let out a scoff, a feigned annoyance on his face.
“Hey, that is absolutely not true! Have you seen Fredo when he’s drunk?”
“No, fortunately.”
He smirked at that, rolling his eyes jokingly.
“You’re lucky then. Fredo, when he’s drunk, is the loudest and rowdiest person ever! Especially when he starts to sing…”
You couldn��t help but smile at his words.
“And you? When you’re drunk, are you louder than usual too?” You ask.
Sonny chuckled slightly at the question, a cocky smirk on his face as he sat up again and leaned over towards you.
“No, no. I’m already loud as it is, sweetheart. Me drunk? People would be going deaf if I got louder” he joked with a playful tone.
“Oh, undoubtedly.”
“Now, why’d you gotta say it in such a nonchalant way?”
“Because I can. Now, get back in there, this is your kinda thing. Enjoy it while it lasts, y’know.”
“And you’re going to be sitting here on your own?” He asks.
For a moment, you were deep in thought. Yes, because you knew almost nobody. Yes, because the Corleones were all busy doing their own thing.
“Seems like it,” you blurt out calmly, a smile on your face.
Sonny hummed in acknowledgment, his expression turning more serious as he looked you up and down.
“If any of these idiots bother you, you come get me. Understand?”
“Understood, sir. I just didn’t plan on involving you last time.”
“Sweetheart, these bastards are my family. That makes them fair game for me to hit any day. I said come get me if you need me. Don’t let my dumbass cousins ruin your night. So, you better keep that promise. I’d hate to see someone upset such a pretty face.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” you reply with a gentle smile.
Sonny gave you a smile back, the cocky smirk replaced by a sincere one. He paused for a few seconds, as if contemplating something, before speaking up again.
“Actually, before I go back over there and drown myself in alcohol, I have a question for you”
“Speak your mind.”
Sonny bit his lip slightly, a rare look of uncertainty coming over his features, as he shoved his hands into his pockets. He looked at you for a few more seconds, as if debating with himself, before he spoke up again.
“Why’d you wanna sit here, all by yourself?” he asked the question softly.
“Why, I’m no good out there in the crowd all alone. You know the feeling when you’re lost in a crowd? That would be me.”
Sonny nodded in understanding, a small frown on his face. He knew you weren’t the biggest fan of big social gatherings, especially by yourself, so he could understand how lonely you felt here tonight.
“Don’t you have anyone to hang out with?”
“I wouldn’t say.”
He stayed quiet for a few seconds before he spoke up again.
“You can’t just sit out the whole night like this, all alone. C’mon, why don’t you hang out with me instead?”
“Oh, I’d scare those girls away,” You smile as you say jokingly.
“Sweetheart, even if you stay out here all night those girls will still crawl all over me. I’m just that handsome” he said, his smirk turning cocky again.
“Oh, you casanova.”
Sonny chuckled again, shaking his head at the nickname. He ran his hand through his hair, the smirk on his face never leaving as he looked over to you again.
“You know it,” he said with a playful tone, before his expression turned more serious again “but I’m bein’ serious. C’mon, sit with me instead of sitting over here all alone.”
“If it doesn’t bother you, it doesn’t bother me.”
Sonny nodded his head, a smile on his face again as he lightly bumped his shoulder against yours.
“Nah, of course it doesn’t. Better to talk to you then get hit on by some random girl all night.”
You squint your eyes, a suspicious look on your face.
“Wait…”
“Is something wrong?” Sonny raised an eyebrow at the sudden interjection, a confused look on his face as he leaned over towards you a bit.
“This isn’t the Sonny Corleone I know! There's no way, not a single way, that you would prefer talking to me than all those girls!” You chuckle.
Sonny chuckled again, a smirk on his face as he rolled his eyes again. He shook his head slightly, clearly amused that you thought that.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever smartass. I’d rather go one night without some random chick drooling over me and actually have an intelligent conversation instead.”
“C’mon then. They’re playing Elvis,” you say quietly, almost whisper-like.
Sonny nodded his head, slowly standing up from the ground and holding his hand out to you.
“C’mon, then. Let’s go watch ‘em play some Elvis.”
© v1nsmokes 2024. Do not modify, translate or rewrite.
#v1nsmoke#oneshot#fanfic#sonny corleone#the godfather#francis ford coppola#mario puzo#james caan#jimmy caan
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