They have that same whimsical energy w/ that tinker dreams and DIY vibe. They’d feed off of each other well. I can just see it. And they’re both ENTPs. So, that ENTP energy would make them a dream team, and pretty comedic. They’re also my favorite anime characters.
She’d give him a nickname.
Ed’s nicknames for Usopp:
Sniper King
Sogeking (but she’d shorten it to “Soge” or “Soggy”)
Green Nose
Brave Bard
Captain Crybaby
Golden Lies
Pop Green Pirate
Treasure Tale Teller
He’d make a weapon for her.
Maybe a compact handheld device resembling a futuristic gadget with various knobs, buttons, and a small screen. She could use it to bypass security measures, and create holographic decoys of the user (herself) to confuse enemies.
Kinda like the Climatact but for a hacker. But it’d be called the Trickster Blaster or something.
They’d both find each other so cool. He’d be amazed by her hacking abilities, and she’d find his inventions so awesome. He would tolerate her idiosyncrasies because he’s pretty odd himself. Luffy would probably get a long with her too. But not intellectually in tune based on interest (no, Luffy isn’t dumb). They’re just not on the same level like that.
Yes, she’s 12/13. And he’s 17/19 (depending on pre or post ts). But I’m talking about from a besties standpoint, and they could meet each other when they’re much older (but it’s not really weird given Usopp works well with kids), and I don’t “ship it” 😕. It’s a friendship ship. 😌
OMG SAME ANON W THE SINGING AND DANCING S/O HCS FOR SPIKE SKDNW,,,,
IMAGINE DANCING TO “KISS ME MORE” W THE GIRLS (+ EIN) IN THE BEBOP. THATS THE POST. GOODNIGHT SKSJKDW
YOU SENT LIKE 3 ASKS AND EACH TIME IT JUST GOT BETTER AND BETTER. HERES A LIL DRABBLE FOR YOU HUN <3
“We hug and yes, we make love, and always just say "Goodnight" (la-la-la-la-la). And we cuddle, sure I do love it, but I need your lips on mine,” you sing softly while swaying your hips, folding your laundry before placing it onto your bed.
“Can you kiss me more?” you sing at the same time as someone else, turning to find Faye popping her head into your room as you both sing. “We're so young, boy, we ain't got nothin' to lose, oh, oh. It's just principle. Baby, hold me 'cause I like the way you groove, oh, oh. Boy, you write your name, I can do the same. Ooh, I love the taste, la-la-la-la. All on my tongue, I want it (la-la-la-la),” you two sing together before you break off with a laugh.
“You know this song?”
“Fuck yeah I do! Turn that shit up!” she shouts as she dances further into your room. You drop the pants you were in the middle of folding to face her. She picks up a bottle of perfume she got you while you pick up a stick of deodorant, singing into them as if they are mics.
“I, I feel like fuckin' somethin', but we could be corny, fuck it,” you two start again, belting the lyrics at the top of your lungs. You two spit the ‘rap’ word for word, dumb smiles on each of your faces. Just as you reach the chorus again, you see a flash of orange out of the corner of your eye. You turn to see Ed and Ein, making your smile grow further.
“Ed! C’mere!” you shout, waving her over along with Ein who is right by her feet. She smiles back at you and walks into the room, Faye continuing to sing as she waves her over. You hand her your deodorant before you pick up your toothbrush. She doesn’t know the song, but she has fun singing anyway.
You three sing, and Ein who is howling and barking, until you see another flash out of the corner of your eye. You turn to see Jet and Spike peeking their heads in just as Faye and Ed had done. You smirk as the chorus ends and the next rap part comes up.
“Pussy like holy grail, you know that,” you sing, making eye contact with Spike as you smirk. He raises a brow at the words, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against your doorframe with a smirk. “All this ass for real,” you say as you sensually turn your back to him just to spank your ass, feeling his eyes follow the motion. You giggle when you see that he is indeed eyeing you down, his eyes sparkling with lust. He’s so easy to please.
You girls, and Ein, finish your singing party and Spike and Jet playfully applaud you three, in which you bow in response. The girls thank you for the fun before they head out to go about whatever they were doing. Once everyone has gone, Spike saunters over to you and wraps his arms around your waist. “So, what was it you were saying about your pussy and ass?” he teases, leaning down to connect your lips.
“Oh, you should’ve heard the other part of the song,” you tease, pressing your hands to his chest. He hums and lets go off your waist to back himself up and sit on your bed.
