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idontknowiknow · 1 year
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Reading 'the golden enclaves' by Naomi novik and just wanting to express feelings about it
Ecstatic and internally cackling at the reveal of Liesel's motivation in coming along throughout this... so straightforward and kind of lovely... being so ruthlessly calculated 100% of the time and recognising, okay, the most useful thing I can do here that is beneficial to me is to befriend this chick, since she is so uncompromising and scary and therefore has very few friends, but I can also see that she's right to be this intense about not slipping to the dark side since HOLY FUCK, so what would really help everyone is to give her as much extra support and motivation to not go evil as possible. It's like the best defence is a good offence for like how to make friends and influence people. Really going there with preemptive power of friendship measures. I love it. I love Liesel and Alfie and their 'welp maybe we will have to open up our relationship to her??' plan lol. Everyone in this series is so calculated I would struggle so hard, I would just be like Orion no clue how to tell who's evil and who's scheming and what everyone's game is. Except maybe I would be aware enough of it being a thing that I would just stress about it and be all 'what is everyone's motivation' and get it wrong all the time. Also tbh this sounds like an inherently stressful magical world anyway and this is one of the few fantasy books I've ever read where I'm like 'actually I'm cool being mundane' and I could be just a big old hindrance to any wizards trying to do magic in front of me and I would be all 'that doesn't make any sense, I don't believe in that' and then their magic wouldn't work lol. No monsters could ever get me from under the bed or anything. Digression lol
Another digression: I enjoy that Liesel's German accent feels very strong to me; nothing written 'phonetically' or whatever, just the way she structures her sentences; but she's the only character I get an accent impression of, and that's probably mostly because I forget what most accents sound like. Actually no... I think it is that Liesel's accent really is cued more than anyone else, even if it's just through the grammar, just because it is notably unusual in a way that it isn't for any of the native English speakers. I did kind of imagine Yancy with a London accent, but it was harder to keep hold of in my brain. I know what a new York accent sounds like but written down there is nothing notable about how any of the New Yorkers speak that reminds me that they would have a different accent to me, so I don't think about it, and then that just goes doubly for all the accents I wouldn't even be able to imagine clearly anyway.
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Your Flirty Chef
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Synopsis: Sanji has been working hard lately, your flirty chef no longer as present as you’d like him to be. You both have some unspoken flirtation between you, hopefully something to shatter by molding him beneath the touch of your hands. 
Themes: Sanji x reader, mutual pining, idiots in love, flirtation, cooking, kissing, touching, massage, moaning, Sanji is a whimpering mess, suggestive themes, Baratie.
Notes: This was a gift created for the lovely @vespidphoenix who adores my 'Bar Shift' series. We're back home at Baratie! I hope you enjoy!
Tag List: @sordidmusings @gingernut1314 @writingmysanity @since-im-already-here @feral-artistry
The light danced from the open bay windows across the circular polished floorboards, the wax allowing for a wonderful grip beneath your black, closed toe work-shoes. The handles of the porcelain tray began to heat beneath your palms and fingertips, the foamed milk and cream jiggling with each careful footstep you placed on the ground. 
You noticed first the depiction of the business of the kitchen staff through the circular windows attached to the doors, the smoke and flames rising to char the dish within the pans. You caught the eyeroll of your favorite blonde coworker as he shook his head, refusing to take direction from your boss and head chef of Baratie. 
“Alright boys, coffee time. Take a break!” you called after making your way through the swinging double doors to the kitchen. Immediately, pre-service was paused as a pile of hardened ex-pirates enthusiastically made their way to the pass. 
Echoes of praise rang from the kitchen upon your utterances, all occurring simultaneously as grabbing hands eagerly pried the dishes within your tray as you placed it down.
“Truly a lifesaver, Doll,” Carne praised, claiming his piccolo-latte from the tray and raising it to his lips in one quick swig.
“Oh, my sweetheart. Thank you, Love,” Patty shot you a winning smile, raising his extra strong flat-white from the tray and scuttling back over to his patisserie station. 
“Something there for me, Honey?” Zeff asked, the click and scrape of his pegleg and boot heel knocking against the floor prompted you to gather his long-black coffee and hand it off to him personally with a small bow.
“Of course, Chef,” you smiled at him, handing it over and turning back to the tray to witness the depletion of the amassment of coffees you’d prepared; only two now remaining. Sanji was in the middle of temperature controlling whisked egg whites and scorching sugar, unable to halt his whipping to claim his regular hit of caffeine from you.
“Just leave it on the table, Dove. I’ll be over in a second, okay?” Sanji’s brows were furrowed in concentration, the stainless steel bowl held firmly in his left hand and cradled against his chest. Soft peaks of white, fluffy meringue began to form within the bowl, his right hand continuing to beat in absolute concentration in a rotational way. 
“You want to take it outside when you're done, Ji? Have smoko?” you asked him, removing the two mugs and placing it on the tray. Sanji scoffed back a small chuckle, flicking his hair away from his eyes as he continued whisking. 
“Please, and thank you. I’ll be out in about a minute thirty? Just gotta start on the macaroons, then I’m on my quarter,” He broke his concentration on the bowl below him, flicking his cool-gray eyes over to you and watching as you began wiping down the tray, and claiming the emptied cups within to return to the bar. 
As you left the kitchen, Sanji continued to watch your departure through his peripherals while meeting optimum temperature for the egg whites. He paddled the mixture with a silicone spatula into a plastic piping bag and rotated the end to hold the pressure in place, leaving it neatly to the side of his workstation to complete forming the macaroons after his break.
“On your quarter, Little Eggplant?” Zeff asked, brow raising as he took a sip from his strong coffee. Eyeing his apprentice suspiciously, he looked him over as Sanji removed his apron and neckerchief to relax on his break. 
“Oui, chef,” he smirked, hanging his apron on his designated hook and halting once more at the door, “that alright with you, old man?” 
“Fine by me, boy. Just-,” Zeff had an almost sly twinkle in his eye, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips, “-Just be kind to our bartender, alright?” 
“What’s that supposed to mean? I’m always kind,” Sanji retorted, taken aback with his lip curling into a small snarl. A small echo of teetered laughter and snickers reverberated within the walls of the kitchen amongst the clanging of pots and pans. 
“You know what I mean, lad,” Zeff grunted, placing his empty coffee cup on the sink beside Carne who had begun washing the crockery, “Off you pop. When you get back, we’re doing Before Service. Start gettin’ it ready, lads! Family Meal in a quarter.”
“Oui Chef!” Echoed in the kitchen, each chef springing to their station to begin getting the elements of their dishes together to present to each other before the rush of the dining service. 
Sanji huffed a small sigh, exiting the kitchen and walking over to the fishmouth of the bar where you were waiting for him. Sanji had a small circle of thoughts swirling within his mind, echoing and reverberating the words Zeff had commanded of him. ‘Be kind’? What does ‘be kind’ even mean? Was he not kind? Had he not been kind to you in your interactions prior? 
There was never a doubt in Sanji’s mind that he adored you. His affections were showcased in how he regularly sought you out on advice when conflicting with your boss and his mentor, Zeff. You were the one he came to when he had a rush of inspiration in the kitchen, spoon feeding you samples of his amazing cuisine for your constructive criticism or your unwithheld praise. 
Just a simple hum and a nod of your head in response to his food had his heart swelling, but when you closed your eyes and a moan was siphoned from your breath had his pupils darkening, and thoughts of lustful interactions with you plagued him. He would lie awake at night thinking about how your lips wrapped around the spoon he presented you, your eyelashes fluttering shut and a small gasp fled from your lips as you reopened them in glee. 
And that is when it hit him. As he watched the sun dance on your skin, your fingertips casually dancing along the ropes beneath the hard surface of the bar; he realized what Zeff meant by his suggestion. 
Sanji was in love with you. 
He was so desperately in love with you, he would do anything to see you smile, to hear your laugh, or to collect one of those hummed moans you’d save only for him when sampling his dishes. He was mad for you, so much so that he charged right through the feeling itself and bypassed all of the warning signs screaming at him to not fall in love with his coworker. 
He halted his steps, the spell shattering within him as he came to terms with the feeling swelling within his chest. Sanji was a perpetual flirt, and you would reciprocate his advances in a way that had you both giggling and teetering like idiots. Your natural rapport with one another, the way you bounced off each other on the pass when you worked floor shift, or when you’d fetch him coffees and trial new designs within the foam just for him. The way he would present a meal he had created for Family Meal for everyone, but alter yours in a way that showed how much he truly adored you with its careful assembly. 
Sanji was in love with you. 
Looking over your shoulder, your body remaining presented to the water and the docks, you noticed Sanji staggering in the shadows of the fishmouth bar with his footsteps halting. You furrowed your brows, turning completely around and arching your back against the railing of the external bar surrounding the perimeter of the side-bar. 
“That you, Ji? Here for your quarter and a smoke?” you asked him, a warm smile pulling at your mouth to welcome him into the area. You thought you heard Sanji cough, a choked sound within the shadows indicating his presence. Your furrow began to descend into a frown while cocking your head to the side, “Coffee’s getting cold, Sweetheart. Come over here and keep me company.” 
You were unsure how more obvious you could be regarding your affections for the blonde suis-chef of Baratie. You were a flirt by nature, a job you were hired and paid to complete to build a successful interaction with your clientele. But Sanji. Sanji you got to flirt with for free. 
Flirting with Sanji was a competitive sport, and one you championed as the captain of the team and the cheer squad. 
It started with a game of chicken; food related innuendos and outrageously crass flirtations offered to fluster one another for entertainment, while completing a particularly grueling shift. It had you both laughing and in high spirits regardless of how little the guests respected you or physically fought with one another during the shift. You adored spending time together, building rapport and learning from one another through your flirtatious nature.
Your favorite pastime was watching Sanji work. The way he rolled his sleeves up slowly to pin by his elbows, the way his forearms stretched and flexed as he julienned vegetables, the concentrated expression of his eyes as he tweezed a piece of gold leaf atop a caramel fudge, with a careful scoop of vanilla ice cream melting on the rim.
And then it hit you. The arrow of the winged cupid struck your heart with the pierce of iron as he offered you the first spoonful of a dish he had prepared, and meticulously cared for, specifically for you. Apprehensively wrapping your lips around the spoon and flicking your tongue over the curved edge, you couldn’t help but to moan at both the flavor presented to you, and the expression of complete devotion and the eagerness to please you written all over his face. 
You were in love with Sanji.
You couldn’t help the way you felt for him, always aiming to task him with something simple: “Ji, be a sweetheart and hand me that steel jug, please?” to something a little more complex: “Sanji, would you cook that dish for me for Family Meal? The one with the brie and the rillette de canard? I adore that one.” He was a puppy, following your direction and orders with glee, and you were absolutely smitten with him. 
Sanji danced his body into the light of the bar, sheepishly not meeting your gaze as he fished out his tobacco pouch from within his trouser pocket. He opened the bag, noticing a small quake in his fingers at the knowledge that now plagued him. What was he meant to do now? Act like he didn’t worship the ground you walked on? 
“Sweetheart, why don’t you give that to me and you take a sip of your coffee? I’ll roll you one,” you asked him, reaching your hand over and claiming his right wrist beneath your hand, “You must be tired after all that hand-whisking. You just sit back and enjoy your quarter. I’m on my halfa, and you deserve more time off your feet before we get absolutely railed by the service shift.”
At the term ‘absolutely railed’, Sanji’s mind was racing beyond its capacity. He couldn’t find an appropriate word in his mind to relay onto you in return, simply nodding in confirmation as he handed over his tobacco pouch before standing beside you and watching the ocean dance against the hull of the floating restaurant. 
As the sun hit his golden hair, dancing along the glow of his tired and overworked features, you couldn’t help but look at him in awe. The way his eyes closed with his smile as he took the first look at the design you had created for him with the foam, before pressing it to his lips and sipping at it. 
You were in love with Sanji.
Setting to work on rolling the cigarette with the wafer thin paper and setting the filter within the side, you placed some of the brown, dried leaves into the fold and rolled it. From the corner of your eye, you watched Sanji’s eyes float down to your lips as you darted your tongue out to dampen the paper. You could’ve sworn you heard a catch in his breath, and a small strangled groan halted within his throat; but surely you were mistaken. 
You presented him with the cigarette, placing the filter end within his lips for him and wordlessly asking if you could ignite the tip with your lighter. Sanji’s eyes watched you carefully, nodding his head to give you confirmation to flick your flint and ignite the flame for him. Your eyes softened, cradling the flame as you elevated it to his lips and doused the end with its light to burn through the paper tip at the end. 
“You work too hard, Ji,” you commented, a flick of the corner of your lip in a small smirk captivated his gaze further, “It’s made you silent. C’mon now,” you placed the lighter back within your pant pocket, “Where’s that flirty chef I love so much?” Sanji smiled, inhaling the nicotine-riddled smoke as he extended his lungs to capacity.
“I dunno, Dove,” He began on his exhale, eyes closed and head lulling as he savored the feeling, “Your flirty chef might need some convincing to come out and play. I have been pushing myself a bit more today, and I’m beginning to feel it in my bones.” You half-smiled at him, watching as he removed the cigarette and threw back the remainder of his coffee in his mouth and swigging it with one fell gulp.
“Oh, you poor dear,” you pouted, raising your hand up and pressing it gently on his shoulder, giving him a gentle squeeze, “What can I do to bring him back?” Sanji groaned at the feeling of contact on his aching muscles, unsure of what came over him to elicit such a wanton sound. Your eyes widened, watching as his face began to contort as he hung his head low, relishing in the contact. 
“Let me take some of the weight off?” you suggested, bringing up your other hand to cup his shoulders, maneuvering your body behind him and firmly rotating your thumbs against the meat of his shoulders, “Maybe then my flirty chef will come out to play.” More of those beautiful groans escaped his lips as he succumbed to the ministrations of your fingers, molding and bending his hardened flesh within your hands. 
Sanji’s sweet cries of bliss were addictive, more addictive to you than any meal he had presented to you in the months you had worked closely together. The way he cried out in bliss as you found a particularly tender point in the center of his shoulder blade had you gasp out breathily in response. He was a slave to your touch, leaning in as a stray cat would to an affectionate caress. 
His cigarette fell from his lips to litter the ground by his shoes, the light extinguishing upon impact and rolling beneath the deck chairs surrounding you. He curved and arched his back into your touch, moaning and crying out as quietly as he could muster, with his mouth agape and a small amount of saliva collecting at the corners of his rapidly drying lips. Sanji’s body was responding a little too well to the simple touch of your hands on his shoulders and back. 
“Y-You’re so good-... mmff-... at this. W-Where did you-... oh-h merde-... where did you learn it?” He asked, lulling his head back and inadvertently rested the back of his head against your shoulder while holding onto the railing firmly in his grasp. You giggled, moving your hands beneath his shoulders and coaxing him from the railing to one of the lounging chairs, secluded in the shade of the sails of the wide umbrellas. Although this area was a public space, the lounges were private enough to shield Sanji as he rapidly fell apart in your arms from prying eyes. 
“I just know how hard the muscles work to produce the food you do, Ji,” you shrugged, sitting down on the lounge chair and ushering him to sit between your legs with his back to you. Initially, Sanji desired to sit up, his back convexing in a perfect arch to experience more of your touch. But his body had other plans beneath your skilled hands. 
He immediately found a more relaxed version of his former position: his head lulling back into your right shoulder as his eyes fluttered shut, your hands now finding rest against his biceps and rotating them beneath your firm grip to work out the kinks. 
Sanji had no idea what had come over him. The sounds falling from his lips were desperate, his body pleading and crying for more of your touch as he fell apart from the simple strokes of your hands now trailing up to his chest. You couldn’t get enough, your hands responding faster than your mind could tell it not to in order to find places on his body to have the sweeter sounds of your name rolling off his tongue between gasps and groans.
“Y-You’re-... fuck Dove-... Th-This is really good,” his breathy gasp complimented you, ending with the small pull of a whine within his throat. You tried your hardest to stop the rising heat from flooding to your cheeks at his voice, opting to giggle to relieve some of the tension surfacing. 
“You’ve got maybe three minutes before you have to go back, Sanji,” you said, patting him politely on the chest to indicate you were done assaulting him with your affectionate caress. At the small pat, he groaned, chasing the weight of your palm atop his chest by arching his back and pleading with you to continue. 
“Just a bit more?” he whined, opening his eyes and lulling his head further into your shoulder to gaze up at you with wide eyes, “Your flirty chef will come back if you do it just a little bit longer, I’m certain.” He smiled with his lips in a tight line, eyes twinkling in hope up at you. You scrunched your nose up at him, your own eyes reflecting his playful twinkle back at him.
“Maybe after the rush?” You suggested with a shrug of your shoulders and another curt tap of his chest. He groaned, slouching down and melting into your torso with the drag of his head. You laughed at him as he continued slinking lower and finally settled his head against your thigh, feet brushing against the ground over the side of the lengthy deck chair you were sharing. 
“But that’s so far away,” he groaned, a raspy growl rumbling against his tone. He clapped his hand over his eyes, squeezing his palm and fingertips in the pinch of his eyes before having it fall away from his face and down to his side with a small gasp. 
“Makes the waiting all the sweeter,” you cooed down at him. At this, he immediately rose to a sitting position, turning within your lap and gazing at you. His irises were blown, the small tint of pink dusting his cheeks and his lips were slightly parted. There were a thousand unspoken words dancing behind his eyes. The mystery surrounding such a look had you hooked and leaning in to see if a closer proximity would grant you further insight. 
At the small lean of your body from the back of the deck chair, Sanji reached his palm up and cupped your cheek, his fingers lacing in your hair, as he guided your lips to be claimed beneath his. A small squeak exited your lips in shock at the gentleness of his touch, eyes wide and watching him as his brows furrowed. A small hum of his lips against yours informed you that he was as shocked about this as you were, but not shocked enough to end the kiss just yet.
He pried your lips apart with his own, tilting his head to nudge you with his chin. You hooked your arms around his neck, pulling him against yourself and reciprocated with enthusiasm; your tongue darting out to meet his own. He chuckled against your lips once he felt you relax into it, flicking his tongue against yours with a groan of appreciation. You nudged him away from you, breaking the meeting of his lips on yours and unhooked your arm from his neck.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” you commented, raising your arms up and fixing his ruffled hair. His eyes widened, brows peaking at the center as his lips parted. Focusing on redressing him and straightening up his uniform had your gaze pulled from his, unable to read the absolute heartbreak written all over his face. 
Nodding in appreciation at the straightening of his chefs jacket, you finally drew your smiling eyes up to meet his; immediately having your grin fall from your face once meeting with the sorrowful expression painted atop his features. 
“Ji, are you okay? What’s wrong?” you asked, cupping his cheek and darting your gaze between his two gray orbs. 
“We shouldn’t be doing this?” he whispered quietly, tilting his head down and gazing up at you through his eyelashes. Your eyes widened, smiling lips now falling open with a small shake of your head. 
Scrunching your nose, you leant forward and pressed a chaste kiss against his lips which ended with as much haste as it began. You giggled as you felt him chase his lips forward to halt your retraction, but ultimately got away from his approach. 
“I meant, you’ve only got about a minute left of your quarter,” you restated, confirming your words while elevating your hand to his chin. You brushed your thumb over his lower lip, dancing over his kiss-swollen lip with your digit. “We shouldn’t be doing this while we have so little time available for us to do so.” 
“O-Oh,” Sanji stuttered, the blush once again rising to dance over the apples of his cheeks, tips of his ears and button of his nose. You had never seen such a pretty color gracing his features, your heart swooning at the chef as he attempted to stifle his rising blush. 
“Has my flirty chef come back yet?” You asked him with a sly smile, retracting your hand from his face only to be caught within his own. 
“Your flirty chef,” he whispered, eyes holding firm to your own as he elevated your knuckles below his lips and pressing a gentle kiss against your skin, “Is going to be flirting with you for the rest of this shift,” he pressed another kiss against the back of your hand, slightly further up than the last, “And hopefully all through Before Service, Family Meal, and Knock Offs,” he uttered between a flurry of pecks and grazes of his lips further up your arm. 
Now it was your turn for the hues of warmth to swell beneath your cheeks, ears and nose at his words; becoming flustered further by the animal poised behind his eyes, threatening to ravish you with the intensity depicted beneath. He chuckled as he began showering your cheek with a further flutter of his lips grazing your skin. He halted just before meeting your lips with his, choosing to tease you with a small brush of his own. 
“I’m going to cook you something,” he whispered, his breath dancing against your lips, “And you’re going to make those pretty sounds you do so well, hm?” He nodded, pouting his lips and widening his eyes with that innocent yet mischievous twinkle you have come to enjoy him wearing. You couldn’t help but nod in response, mesmerized by the enchantment held within his eyes.
“And then,” he ushered you against the beck of the chair, pressing his torso against yours and continuing to hold his lips an eyelash’s width away from your own, “I’m going show you how flirty your flirty chef can really be.” As you attempted to chase his lips to plant another kiss against his own, he quickly stood to his feet at the call of his name.
“Sanji!” Patty called, “Your macarons are portioned and ready for the oven. Take care of ‘em, would you?” Your breath caught in your throat, Sanji’s blush dissipating at the interruption and his face paling.
“Alright, I’ll be there Patty! Don’t get your knickers in a twist,” he shouted in return, frustration written over his expression. 
“C’mon kid, we all know the only knickers you’re keen on seeing are the bartender’s!” He shouted in return, turning and stomping down the hallway towards the kitchen, “Get to it, Chef Zeff’s waiting.” Your eyes widened at the thought, your smirk withholding a small scream of bashful laughter from parting from your lips as your face drew a further flaming heat to it. 
Sanji waited a brief moment, inhaling a deep breath through his nose before removing his finger from your lips, tracing it down your chin and tilting your face to meet his eyes. His gaze was doing its best to disguise the horror of having the secret he thought he’d been withholding from surfacing. 
“I-I’m sorry,” he quickly stuttered, turning and immediately walking back to the kitchen with haste, the steam almost tangibly falling pouring from his ears as he stampeded away. You were too shocked to laugh, but a small giggle fell regardless. 
You could not wait until the rush of service was completed to get to experience the flirtatious fluster of the blond chef after shift hours. Perhaps to even continue what began against the deck chairs in a more quiet and intimate setting.
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itsscromp · 8 months
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Platonic Miguel O'Hara X Reader
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Hey everyone :) sorry for the delay but fear not, as promised the protective platonic Miguel fix is now upon you so let's get into it. Word count:794
Your first solo mission, how exciting is that !!. After so many duo missions and training with Miguel and the others had led to this.
"Peter can you believe it ??, my first solo mission !!"
"Oh yeah ??, that's amazing kiddo" He smiled as he was feeding Mayday. She babbled happily hearing the news as well.
"I know Mayday isn't it exciting ??, maybe when you're older you can go on missions with y/n"
She shrieked in excitement, loving the prospect of the idea. This boosted y/n's confidence. Miguel put a lot of trust in you, he knew you were ready for this.
You readied your world device and the portal to the dimension that you were meant to go to.
"Remember, find the anomaly. Restrain it and bring it back to HQ Ok??" Miguel reminded you before you went off.
"You got it Miggy" you smiled as you pulled on your mask and went inside the portal. Miguel grew to love the new nickname you've given him. It showed how close you two have become after he recruited you into the society.
You ended up in the dimension and entered a warehouse, from what Lyla has said, this is where the anomaly was hiding. You set up a trap to make sure that when the anomaly comes through it'll trip and easy peasy lemon squeezy.
You then heard monstrous footsteps and immediately webbed up to the ceiling. Hiding in plain sight.
"Almost done and then I can go on smoko" This anomaly had an Australian accent, had a tail, and looked scaley and muscular. "Lizard ??" you wondered.
Just like that, Lizard tripped on the web and you ducked into action.
"Well G'Day mate, how about I place another shrimp on the barbie" Using the worst Australian accent as possible.
"Well well, we got another spidey ey ??, it's gonna take more than a web to stop me." He then frilled up his neck and let out a roar, shoot a frilled neck lizard anomaly of lizard.
"Woah that's a cool party trick. You could get a job as a theme park mascot." You joked as you then fought Lizard. But the fight turns out to be much tougher than you thought.
Lizard blew punch after punch. Eventually leaving you beaten and wounded. But back at spider society Miguel was notified of what was happening, your world device is linked to his so if something were to go wrong, his world device would say so. Now instantly worried when he saw the flashing light on his device. he immediately set forth to get to you.
you were getting beaten hard. Your suit was now getting destroyed and the lizard had you constrained with his tail. Your hands however were still free so you tried to web his face but he grabbed your wrists and destroyed your web shooters with his long sharp nails.
"Poor poor Spidey, can't even stop an old bloke like me ??" He smirked evilly, he was about to slash your face with his nails but then 4 red webs came out of nowhere. Eventually, a portal opened up and Miguel lunged at Lizard. punching him multiple times.
"Don't. You. Touch. Them" He yelled angrily before his mask digitally disintegrated, He then opened his mouth. Fangs showed as he bit into the lizard's skin, paralyzing him. He immediately pressed the device on him and a red barrier enveloped the lizard. Immediately calling for assistance to bring him back. You didn't see what was happening. You were slowly about to pass out from your injuries until you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around you and pick you up.
"Miguel... ??" You spoke weakly
"It's ok y/n, your safe now El amigo" (Buddy) He spoke softly, gently carrying you back to the society and to the medical. He never left your side.
You woke up a few hours later, and you then felt a hand holding yours. Miguel was sitting next to you in the chair next to your bed. You smiled and gently squeezed his hand. You were always grateful for Miguel. He woke up from the shift in his hand.
"Hey... how are you feeling ??"
"Somewhat better....." but your expression turned sad.
"Miggy..... I failed the mission, I'm sorry" You bowed your head dejectedly.
"Hey hey… it's ok" He gently squeezed your hand.
"We captured him, It was my fault, I didn't know how powerful he'd be"
y/n chuckled.
"I guess we had an interesting experience huh miggy ??"
"I guess so y/n, I guess so" He softly smiled at you. Glad you were ok.
No matter what happens. Miguel will always protect you. He lost his daughter, he wasn't going to lose you too. He will always protect you until his last breath. His best friend.
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beansterpie · 4 months
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ES21 japanese volumes part 2/??
<< part 1
Thanks for the warm reception on part 1! Honestly wasn't expecting anyone other than me and maybe a couple of friends to read, so it's nice to know that people enjoyed it! Also @blaka-smoko provided me with a link to scans of the VIS translation here-- it has up to volume 29 I believe for anyone interested (you'll have to make an account on the site to borrow the volumes though! but it's all free)
Now, to pick up where we left off--
Sena has just managed to escape the bullies, but they're in pursuit. He ends up running into a busy shopping street, where Hiruma, Sena's demonic upperclassman, happens to witness the following...
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(First page -> Kuroki: "Alright! I caught...")
I love these pages sm, they're SO silly. This is the beginning of 'these kids might as well have superpowers', and I love that for them. And to be perfectly honest, I think the extra dramatic action scenes make for a really engaging sports manga, which is a genre where I tend get very bored of the whole, you know, Sports™ of it all. But ES21 always keeps me really engaged during the matches, and the super dynamic art is definitely one of the reasons.
Putting the rest under a cut!
I think I'm just gonna go ahead and post the next few pages because I love this bit lol
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(Panel 3 -> Juumonji: "Shit-!" Kuroki: "I SAID MOVE!!!" Old Man: "That hurts you BRAT"
Panel 4 -> Hiruma: "That cut...." (note that the kanji here is 走り方 which is pronounced ha-shi-ri-ka-ta and means 'way of running' or 'running style', but the romaji says カット (ka-tto) which is just the English 'cut' as a loanword. I told you Hiruma does this a lot!))
Love how they somehow make Sena navigating a crowd really well into something so cool lol. But I love this entire segment.
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(Panel 2 -> Togano: "Aaallright, now sto--"
Panel 4 -> Togano: "--p??"
Panel 5 -> Hiruma: "Whoa, a spin!"
Panel 6 -> The Bullies: *sounds of struggle and pain*)
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(Panel 1 -> Sena: "Hiieeee-- (this is just a sound of anxiety he makes a lot) It's no good--!!"
Panel 2 -> Hiruma: "No, you can make it"
Panel 4 -> Hiruma: "With your legs, you can make it!"
Panel 6 -> Hiruma: "FLY!" (also means 'jump', but fly feels more apt))
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TOUCHDOWN!!! (of getting on the train yayyy!)
I just love this whole segment-- how good the art is, how intense and dynamic and fun they managed to make a simple chase scene, how it works so well with the football visuals that Hiruma is laying over Sena's movements in his mind, Hiruma's weird omniscient presence cementing itself into the narrative lol. Properly introducing the One Thing™ that Sena is crazy good at to the audience, and that is running (usually away from something lmao).
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(Panel 2 -> Juumonji: "GUHO!?" (sound of surprised pain)
Panel 3 -> Hiruma: "Toooouchdooooown! Ya-ha--!")
I love him your honor.
ANYWAY onto the next day!
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(Panel 1 & 2 -> Kurita: "Oh that's right! Yesterday, a new member joined the club!" Hiruma: "Ooohhh, I actually found someone too."
Panel 3 -> Hiruma: "Truly a golden-legged Running Back. He was so full of spirit that he approached me directly, saying that he wanted to join."
Panel 4 -> Kurita: "Wow-- amazing! Good job finding him, Hiruma!"
Panel 5 -> Hiruma: "He should be here already"
Panel 6 -> Hiruma: "K, now fill out the application form~" Kurita: "S-SENA-KUN!!?")
The audacity of Hiruma casually and blatantly lying that Sena joined of his own volition lol. He just lies because it's fun, why not? 😂 Also, when Hiruma says 'running back', it just says "RB" with furigana that says ランニングバック, which is 'running back' as a loan word lol.
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(2nd pic -> Kurita: "Whoa number 21! The eyeshield is so cool!" Hiruma: "If we don't hide his face like this during matches, it'll start an all-out-war among the other sports teams.")
Lol I love how shrimpy Sena is <3 In the fan-scans, the idea that the other sports clubs would try to get at Sena wasn't really mentioned until the Cupids match, so I figured I'd include it. Also Hiruma looks SO NORMAL in the first couple of chapters lol, he just increasingly gets more spiky and demonic as the story progresses, and I love that for him, but seeing little babyfaced Hiruma is fun too.
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(Panel 1 -> Sena: "But I'm the manager~~!!" Hiruma: "Then, player-and-manager. do both"
Panel 2 -> the posters say: "Stay away from him -- Or the mosaic comes off")
Mosaic meaning the blurred out bits, obv. I feel like there's certain lines from Hiruma where the translation doens't quite capture the like... cavalier command with implicit threat he has in Japanese lol.
Also I get this slight vibe from his Japanese dialogue that Hiruma is like, funny lol. There's more of a deliberate sense of set up and pay off when he talks, which I get a kick out of.
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Finally, end of chapter one 😂 the fuck is brevity?
Bit of an aside, but something I never noticed before about this pic of Sena's room is that he seems to collect figures of some kind? And he has a lot of games (or possibly anime) in the tv cabinet. I know in the pilot chapter (which I might post about separately sometime), Sena was characterized as A Gamer™, but that seems to have largely been abandoned in the actual series. It's fun to see the lingering remnants of that aspect of Past-Sena lol.
Moving on to chapter 2!
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(Mamori: "The American Football Club!?")
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(Panel 1 -> Mamori: "But American Football is... You shouldn't pick something so dangerous!")
Regarding panel 2, there isn't a mistranslation really, but I wanted to point out-- because it's fucking hilarious-- that Mamori uses four separate words that all essentially mean weak and feeble to describe Sena 😭 She's like "--because Sena is (physically) weak, insubstantial, fragile, and The Weakest™!"
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Sena: "Y, you don't have to go that far...."
She really didn't 😔 how's a bitch supposed to come back from that...
Then of course Sena reassures her that he's just the shumu/manager (whatever), and won't actually be playing in matches, which she is very relieved to hear.
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(Mamori: "Huh? But then why are you here so early in the morning?
Sena: "A meeting about club management!!")
Oh Sena :')
Cut to:
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(Hiruma: "Come now, it's morning practice!!!"
Sena: "ALL LIES~~!!")
Soon, soon Sena, you will learn. But man look at the unbridled joy on our demon spawn captain's face <3 we love a chaotic gremlin.
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Just wanted to gush a little about how much I love Murata's establishing shots, especially this one. Gives such an excellent vibe of early morning at a school before most students are present-- plus over the course of the series you end up getting such a good sense of the overall layout of the school!
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(Panel 1 -> Kurita: "Well-- you know how we haven't had three people since the formation of the club? I was just so happy that I had to wake up early"
Panel 2 -> Kurita: "I was so amped up that I've been at it since 2am!" Hiruma: "An idiot, there's an idiot here.")
All told basically the same as the fan-scans, but I think the Japanese version slyly implies the existence of Musashi a little better. I always wonder with these things just how much of the back stories were hashed out-- like was Musashi's design already established? When we see him for the first time later (unbeknownst to us) did the creators already know That Guy was Musashi? Questions, questions...
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(Panel 1 -> Sena: "That was close! I was about to join in on practice without realizing!" Hiruma: "Right, guess we should go through everything once, starting with the ladder."
Panel 2 -> Hiruma: "Since we've got newbies present and all." Sena: "Hiiieeeee!" (he's like a small dog, he whimpers when he's scared)
Panel 3 -> Kurita: "Ah wait. Actually my neck kind of hurts. I think I might call it quits after doing a 40 yard dash or something."
Panel 4 -> Hiruma: "40 yard dash, huh? It's been a while. Alright, let's measure our times.")
K-Kurita.... your head looks like it's gonna pop off.....
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(Panel 2 -> Hiruma: "Time?"
Panel 3 -> "Kurita Ryokan: 40 yard run: 6.5 seconds"
Panel 5 -> Hiruma: "This fucking fatty!! What morning practice, you've gotten slower than before!!" Kurita: "I can't help it, I'm already tired--!!")
@blaka-smoko mentioned this in their reblog on the last post, but Hiruma preludes all his nicknames with 糞 (ku-so) which means like, shitty, but the furigana says ファッキン which is just "fucking" as a loan word lol. So all his nicknames canonically and literally start with the English word "fucking". Fucking chibi, Fucking monkey, Fucking manager, etc, etc. The official VIS version changed this to 'damn', which is nothing but a damn shame lol. Let Hiruma say fuck!! He's literally already saying it!!
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(Panel 1 -> Hiruma: "Alright, watch how it's done!" Sena: "!? So fast!!"
Panel 4 -> "Hiruma Yoichi: 40 yard run: 5.1 seconds"
Panel 5 -> Hiruma: "Ya-ha-! That's my best time!!" Sena & Kurita: "Whoa--!!")
He's so fucking spiky!! And I love how expressive their physical movements are, like Hiruma's little twist in the last panel is so fun.
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The first three panels are basically accurate, (though in panel two, Hiruma is like "What's that? You want to run so bad you can barely contain it?" which made me chuckle) but panels 4 & 5 are different.
(Panel 4 -> Kurita: "But, isn't it weird? If he's that fast (and he uses 爆速 (ba-ku-so-ku) which means like, explosive speed) I think he would have been famous in middle school."
Panel 5 -> Hiruma: "Hmm... now that you mention it.... Well, we'll know for sure once we measure his time.")
I like that Kurita points out something to Hiruma that he didn't consider! These early chapters gives a bit more of a feel of Hiruma and Kurita's friendship imo, before there's more characters that the story needs to focus on, and the two of them solidly enter the Senpai™ realm among their teammates.
Of course, then Sena runs and gets 5.0 seconds, which is already fastest on their little team! But Hiruma isn't satisfied with that....
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The fan-scans are aaaalmost right? But confused. It makes it sound like Hiruma is quoting something Sena said/wrote down in the past (that he somehow aquired as Hiruma is wont to do), and then the line in panel 3 just doesn't make sense. In Japanese, it comes across more as like, Hiruma looks up some records of Sena on his laptop, and the rest is him putting together an analysis based off of that.
(Panel 1 -> Hiruma: "In Kobayakawa Sena's middle school physical endurance records-- he came first only in Repetitive Sideways Hopping."
Panel 2 -> Hiruma: "Must be due to the explosive power that you built through your gopher-ing... which is how you have that rocket-start. But you immediately lose speed, which is why you never make any records in a footrace.
Panel 3 -> Hiruma: "So all we have to do is make sure you don't lose speed."
Panel 5 -> Hiruma: "CERBERUS!!!")
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BEST BOY BEST BOY BEST BOY!!!
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This is basically correct, so I used the scans for visual clarity because taking good pics of a double page spread is hard :')
anyway RUN BOY RUN!! Also love Hiruma's little fist pump in the last panel. Murata being awesome with gestures as usual.
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(Panel 1 -> Hiruma: "This is beyond high school records! It's the top speed in the NFL! Nobody can stop this!"
Panel 2 -> "The Golden Legs!!")
I don't know if it's true that 4.2 sec is the NFL record (at least at the time) or not, and frankly I don't care. Within the context of this series, 4.2 secs is the speed of light, and Sena's got it!
I've always liked that Sena's got this glass canon thing going on-- OP in terms of speed only, extremely weak in every other regard. It's funny and unexpected in a shounen protagonist, and it makes for a very satifying arc, even if there aren't any surprises. I actually in part got into B.N.H.A . waaay back in 2014 because Deku reminded me of Sena (well, I got into it because I'd read the artist's previous manga and was curious, but Deku reminding me of Sena is what made me stay (well, until I left again a couple years later lol)). Point is, I'm very fond of Sena, I think he's fun!
Oof I wanted to squeeze in one more pic but I'm at the limit already lol. But chapter 2 ends with excitement all around-- and Hiruma says that they'll be winning the Spring Tournament. (Sena imagines himself as the manager and boy, after all that you still think you're just gonna be the manager? 😭)
Of course this is when Hiruma informs them that the first match is tomorrow lol. A team with 3 players. Good luck!
That's all for part 2-- hope y'all enjoy my ramblings!
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calebwittebane · 1 year
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this is so fucking goofy im sorry. Not Beautiful etc. not even gonna bother linking/embedding the video its just fucking goofy. go outside at 9pm look around and youre gonna see a disheveled sweaty bloke having a smoko on a bench too and if you're lucky your bloke is gonna be off the shits and squirming and moving his arms oddly with each drag of the ciggie too just like exemplified here. frankly the authenticity alone would make the individual i just described 100x more appealing. because this guy is trying so hard to look horny and tortured but he just looks tortured specifically about the fact that hes never smoked a cigarette before. he looks like he wouldve been bullied off tumblr in 2014. he looks like he had contributed to the current aesthetic history professor thread. i dont even know man like good lird the mediocrity on display. i know im reacting to this for no good reason but this is foolish and loathsome, this is pitiful. i went on twitter and people put this on my tl via quote retweets being so horny about this chicanery. jarl balgruuf. sit properly. i feel like this is trying to give tragic european bisexual but hes missing all the marks. youll never be glamour. this is beyond goofy this is mickey mouse smoking a cigarette and rubbing his rodent genitals. i dont even know what band this is. their music sounds bad to me now even though ive never heard it. the lack of sensibility here tells me that whatever their audience is, said audience shouldnt be seeing this. look at the seams like his slacks are about to rip and his cartoonish white with a red heart pattern pantaloons will be revealed to the crowd and worst of all it'll probably not deter them because i mean look how dire things are already. im gonna poke him in the neck and hes gonna make a tom and jerry noise about it. this has to stop. followers stay safe.
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bigkunty · 2 months
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MUSE PLAYLIST
(I don’t know how to use tumblr help)
3-5 songs that remind you of your muse
RED SNIPER
Smoko- the chats
“It was there I spotted the bloke
Perched atop of his milk crate throne
He eyed me off as I approached
Then he said
I'm on Smoko, so leave me alone
I'm on Smoko, so leave me alone
I'm on Smoko, so leave me alone
I'm on Smoko, so leave me alone.”
Joker and the thief- wolf mother
“I said the joker is a wanted man
He makes his way all across the land
See him sifting through the sand
So I'll tell you all the story
About the joker and the thief in the night.”
Hungry like the wolf- Duran Duran
“In touch with the ground
I'm on the hunt, I'm after you
Smell like I sound, I'm lost in a crowd
And I'm hungry like the wolf
Straddle the line in discord and rhyme
I'm on the hunt, I'm after you
Mouth is alive, with juices like wine
And I'm hungry like the wolf.”
Stillborn- black label society
“The feelings I once felt are now dead and gone
I've waited here for you, for so very long
So empty
Just a shell of a man
Stillborn, this I understand.”
Prey- parkway drive
“I got an axe to grind, a crooked mind
You better watch your back
I got an axe to grind, a crooked mind
You better watch your back
Sick validation, gut full of pills
Self-medication, it's making me ill
Attention, attention, it's all eyes on me
I'll burn at the stake while you ache for the kill.”
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vykko · 1 year
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Sniper OC by the end of the year at this rate I’ll have an entire set lol
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Anyway fun stuff about her
name: still not entirely sure but Mary for now
class: sniper (red in 1964 and switched to blu in 1969)
D.O.B: till I figure out what I want I’m just using game canon years so born in 1942
current age:26 (1968), 30 (1972)
other stuff because I’m tired of formatting it like this
she’s Australian, grew up on a property with cattle if you want a specific area I’m not going to say any place in particular but To get the idea of the general area
this is because I’m not willing to have my ass smited by people that live around there for being incredibly inaccurate
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you have probably noticed already that she has vitiligo, specifically segmental vitiligo, which first started when she was around 6 and because of how this type behaviours it rapidly spreads for like around 6-7 months (understandably her and her parents panic as they live middle of nowhere Australia on a property in 1948) then it stopped suddenly
I know it’s weird to have a really in-depth vague idea of an OC’s childhood
but her dad died when she was around 14-15 and her and her mum moved to (I actually know the area but I’m again not dozing myself)bc it was where her mum grew up and also her grandparents lived there, it’s how her and my scout OC know each other vaguely bc they went to the same school (again it’s the school I go to do I’m not mentioning which one it is) year wise this is around 1956-1957 And Simon (scout OC) was around 6-7 so they only vaguely knew each other beforehand
Why does she know how to use a gun?
lived on a property
if you couldn’t tell I really like her and personality wise she has the same level as Mundy, but like afterwards she’ll have smoko with you after killing you multiple times after the round or payload is over
had been working as a sniper since she was 22 in 1964 (for 8 years)
edit I forgot to add
The scarf is so she doesn’t get sun burn on the back of her neck
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fefairys · 9 months
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stuck in my head rn
lyrics bc they’re hard to find lol ⬇️
Didn't take much time to feel so fine
I ain't lost without you by my side
Cause when a dog eats dog it's a serious thing
For a material girl with immaterial swing
Tommy Boy making noise til the 5.0 come
Tommy Girl took a whirl round just for fun
Love me love me yeah
Tummy tummy hurt
Could be could be worse
Love me love me now
The kids have lost their touch
Always in a rut
The kids just do it for fun
Always in a rush
Pontius Pilate
Conscious of your silence
Won't defy it
Violent rays of violet
Didn't take much time to feel so fine
I ain't lost without you by my side
Cause when a dog eats dog it's a serious thing
For a material girl with immaterial swing
I don't know what's my problem
I got way too much to be happy for
I got a feeling this morning
It comes and goes Geronimo
Just take a leap of faith
Can see it in your face
Put me in my place
Before I go insane
Try to see things my way
90 on the highway
Everything feels sideways to me to me
Try to see things my way
90 on the highway
Everything feels sideways to me to me
Didn't take much time to feel so fine
I ain't lost without you by my side
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toopunktofuck · 5 months
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a bunch of people at the chats show kept yelling “PLAY SMOKO” the entire time they were on stage and it was just so tacky lmao not to be That Person but don’t go to a show because you think it’s a meme. like yeah you’re giving them money but it just came across as seriously disrespectful and there is a reason bands with one hit like that don’t play it til the end: so it’s socially acceptable if your ass walks out immediately after.
and for the record they don’t even really sound like that anymore and have a more hardcore punk sound now, at least when they play live
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fartofthesunrise · 1 year
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guy who disappears from social medias unexpectedly and for undeterminable amounts of time: haha yea mate i was just on smoko for a bit but i’m all good now *does it again*
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upsidedownwithsteve · 2 years
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I am so excited for the fic i had been checking in every smoko/break and i’m so so excited to finally read now works over!!🍓🧡
Ahh, this is so cute! I hope it lives up to your expectations 🥹🧡
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fanaticsnail · 5 months
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hi! i love love love your writing and i was hoping to make a request for opla sanji and a reader who are close friends that flirt incessantly to procrastinate addressing their pining for each other, where the reader has been watching him for a while, trying to figure out how she can help him to stop smoking, and she's timed his average cigarette and knows how many he smokes a day and she approaches him and proposes that anytime he needs a fix, instead of smoking, she'll let him make-out with her for the duration of a cig. She sets a timer too and actually makes his desperate ass stop at the end, but makes the unfortunate mistake of failing to define his limits with the term 'make-out', so now she has to live in (anticipatory) fear of when sanji might saunter up to her with sly look on his face and say in an innocent voice that he's craving nicotine
for the vibes (i hope multiple is ok??) boytoy by ricky montgomery and show by ado, and an aside if you are a habitual sanji enjoyer cabo by ricky montgomery doesn't have anything to do with this prompt really but it's such a sanji song
AHHH SQUEALING AND KICKING MY FEET!!
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Reader singing: Know You Girls and swaying her hips at him in proposition.
Edit: I will listen to Boy Toy for the vibes 👌
This prompt hits EXCEPTIONALLY close to home for me and I adore the idea. Chefs + cigarette breaks (dubbed "smoko" in the hospitality world where I'm from 🇦🇺) is so common, and the idea Sanji can just use it to get his fix of physical touch from reader is simply RIVETING. I would be honoured to write it for you.
Two questions though:
Baratie or Going Merry?
Any preference for occupation of your reader?
Either way, I love the vibe. Literally melting.
Have a look at how I've written Sanji prior if you haven't already for a bit of the vibe: Masterlist here.
He's in: Bar Shift (4-part mini series), Waltz, and also featured in the Zoro fic "Blade Song" if you're keen on a quick read.
Either way, I'll hop to it 🫡👏
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fmsplrs · 2 years
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Run Adam Run
So Adam wanted me to condense his running playlist to a tight 2 hours and he got this instead. Sorry!
Cypress Hill - (Rock) Superstar
Vanessa Carlton - A Thousand Miles
Monster Magnet - Space Lord
Phil Collins - In The Air Tonight
The White Stripes - Fell In Love With A Girl
LCD Soundsystem - Movement
Melissa Etheridge - Come To My Window
Rage Against The Machine - No Shelter
Cake - The Distance
Drake - Energy
Deftones - Back To School (Mini Maggit)
Jadakiss - We Gonna Make It
Transplants - Diamonds And Guns
A-Ha - Take On Me
Bone Crusher - Never Scared
Roni Size - Brown Paper Bag
The Capitols - Cool Jerk
Fine Young Cannibals - Good Thing
Plastic Bertrand - Ca Plane Pour Moi
DJ Zinc - Super Sharp Shooter
Ratatat - Seventeen Years
Slim Thug - I Ain't Heard Of That
Spank Rock - Backyard Betty
Clipse - Wamp Wamp
Kanye West - On Sight
Jai Paul - Crush
Teedra Moses - Be Your Girl (Kaytranada Remix)
John Parr - St. Elmo's Fire (Man In Motion)
Jane Child - Don't Wanna Fall In Love
NWA - 100 Miles And Running
The Tubes - She's A Beauty
Blink 182 - Dammit
Robert Palmer - Simply Irresistable
Underworld - Push Upstairs
Big Boi - Kryptonite
The Go Team - Junior Kickstart
Journey - Any Way You Want It
Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons - Who Loves You
Tommy Tutone - 867-5309 (Jenny)
DJ Sega - Bodies
Bad Boy Chiller Crew - Guns Up
Young Thug - Stoner
Mike & The Mechanics - All I Need Is A Miracle
Apache Indian - Boom Shack-A-Lak
DJ Sega - Dig
Three 6 Mafia - Stay Fly
Wiley - Wearin My Rolex
Redman - Timeforsumaksion
EMF - Unbelievable
Blessid Union Of Souls - Hey Leonardo (She Likes Me For Me)
Amazulu - Montego Bay
Paul Simon - Me & Julio Down By The Schoolyard
The Pointer Sisters - Neutron Dance
Neutral Milk Hotel - Holland, 1945
Ministry - Jesus Built My Hotrod
Bun B - Get Throwed
Calvin Harris & Ellie Goulding - I Need Your Love
The Egyptian Lover - Egypt Egypt
Kurupt.fm & Craig David - Summertime
Men Without Hats - The Safety Dance (Capnharry Remix)
Big Boi - Ghettomusick
DJ Class - I'm The Shit
Mr. Oizo - Flat Beat
Dungeon Family - Trans DF Express
Waka Flocka Flame - O Let's Do It (Remix)
Bachman Turner Overdrive - Takin Care Of Business
The Knife - Pass This On
Eddie Money - Two Tickets To Paradise
Sean Paul - Temperature
Kavinsky - Testarossa Autodrive
DJ Technics - Mr. Postman
Bad Boy Chiller Crew - 450
Kurupt.fm - Dreaming
The Cranberries - Dreams
Guided By Voices - Teenage FBI
MOP - Ante Up
Plastic Little - Get Close
Elvis Costello - Mystery Dance
A New Found Glory - My Friends Over You
Cutty Ranks - Limb By Limb (DJ SS Remix)
Seals & Crofts - Summer Breeze
The Chats - Smoko
DJ Fresh - Gold Dust (Shy FX Remix)
Weezer - Getchoo
Mark Ronson & Ghostface - Ooh Wee
Refused - New Noise
Future - Shit
Snap - The Power
Kanye West - Fade
George Clinton - Atomic Dog
The Chemical Brothers - Block Rockin Beats
JT Money - Who Dat
Beastie Boys - Time For Livin
Trick Daddy - I Pop
Kanye West - Jail
Pet Shop Boys - Opportunities (Let's Make Lots Of Money)
Elastica - Connection
The Weeknd - Take My Breath
Filter & The Crystal Method - (Can't You) Trip Like I Do
Soulfly - Bleed
Expose - Point Of No Return
Huey Lewis & The News - The Power Of Love
SR-71 - Right Now
Sepultura - Roots Bloody Roots
Tom Petty - Don't Do Me Like That
Derek & The Dominos - Layla
Ice Cube & DMX - We Be Clubbin
Mr. Oizo - Cut Dick
The Diplomats - I Really Mean It
Busta Rhymes - Break Ya Neck
UK Apache & Shy FX - Original Nuttah
Lil Yachty - Flex Up
Cam'ron - Wet Wipes
Piebald - Just A Simple Plan
Busdriver - Imaginary Places
Outkast - BOB (Bombs Over Baghdad)
Kenny Loggins - Danger Zone
Fatboy Slim - The Rockafeller Skank
The Postal Service - We Will Become Silhouettes
Slipknot - Spit It Out
Soul Glo - Gold Chain Punk
Dave - Thiago Silva
Chief Keef - Faneto
Steely Dan - Dirty Work
La Roux - In For The Kill (Skream Remix)
George Harrison - Got My Mind Set On You
Playboi Carti - New Tank
Beach House - Space Song
Three 6 Mafia - I Got
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Thank you for the tag @clownjizz my love!! Turning the letters of my url into songs:
The Rockrose and The Thistle - The Amazing Devil
Hunger - Florence & The Machine
Electric Avenue - Skindred
Can You Picture That - Dr. Teeth & The Electric Mayhem (The Muppets)
Resistance - Muse
I think I’m a Clone Now - Weird Al
Miss Missing You - Fall Out Boy
Smoko - The Chats
Opposites Attract - Paula Abdul
No Shows - Gerard Way
Drinking Song For the Socially Anxious - The Amazing Devil
Afterlife - Holding Absence
Natives - Blink 182
Dead! - My Chemical Romance
Elvis Ain’t Dead - Scouting For Girls
Love From The Other Side - Fall Out Boy
In Between - Beartooth
Only The Good Die Young - Billy Joel
No Body, No Crime - Taylor Swift, HAIM
I’ll tag @ogrefight @sunshinereddie @yankovic and anybody who wants to do it really
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xdrocass · 1 year
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Goblin Reviews - ✨Smoko✨ Now
Goblin Reviews – ✨Smoko✨ Now
This Goblin’s been away for a while. Apologies! However, I return from my last review with goodies! Very squishy goodies! Over the years this Goblin has been looking for the perfect squish; one that makes me smile whenever I look at it.. because it’s meant to make one feel better, right? Absolutely. Enter Smoko Now! A small L.A. based business that specializes in some of the most creatively…
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