hello! welcome to my collection of one piece brainrot! you can call me Inky or Bunny, either works!
i'm 28, nb, and this is a side blog so you'll get answers from Strawburrybun
REQUESTS: OPEN
hello! official introduction post. my name is Bunny (or Inky, both work to address me!!) and I’ve been going through the One Piece Journey via the One Pace cut! my husband is a huge fan and has been entertaining my brainworm of headcanons and ideas that I’ve been scribbling away in discord or in my notes app or evernote...
so here I am! sharing them with the ocean at large. I’m totally down for requests and I’m open to darker requests or things that seem a little off kilter. everybody’s got those brainworms too.
it’s nice to be in this community where there are so many talented writers already ♥
RULES (added 8/22/2022)
no blackbeard, probably everyone else though. this will be updated eventually.
if you have a specific idea it’s much easier to run with that than something vague, something vague will sit in my inbox until i get embarrassed it’s been sittin there and will probably delete it out of anxiety 🤪
i’ve been through some traumatic shit in my life so who knows what i will and won’t write on any given day. will probably not write noncon-noncon, dubcon is probably okay depending on the characters, anything else if it being in a consensual conversation is probably fine, consent is key.
pls do not be afraid to be like give me some of these poly mother fuckers, i LOVE poly, i also love monogamy, and you can request any gender with any gender. i’m a non binary mother fucker myself you know
my dad is dead so if you ask about dad head canons or whatever, they’ll probably be really sappy and virtually covered in my tears i’m just warning you
minors DNI if the post is NSFW, i am not liable for you not listening and being early traumatized by two characters doing the nasty in words, i do not want you interacting with NSFW on my blog it fucked me up when i was younger, you should curate your experience to not do that.
if you’re mean ill delete your ask. please and thank yous are cool. i’m just here to have a good time
my household was both displaced because of hurricane ian and i also ended up catching covid running around getting stuff to help repair it so there might be a little bit more of radio silence here. just wanted to touch base - thank you for all the love on my fics! i hope you're all okay!
Alright kids, listen up because @staff have pulled off a corker of a hot mess and have decided to add "Community Labels". I guess they've decided we can't be trusted to add our own warnings and people can't make sensible choices with what they engage with.
But why does it matter to me?
Tumblr have made labels AN OPT IN SITUATION which means every single blog here is automatically set to hide any triggering content
If you want to continue to be able to access and read fanfiction PLEASE go into your settings and click "show" on at least the "Mature" and "Sexual Themes" labels!!
ALSO IOS USERS: there's an extra fun "Hide additional content" bit just to really try and block us from any hopes of success. Make sure you opt out of that too otherwise I think content will be blocked on the mobile app!
Attached to this post are screenshots from my settings so you guys know what to look for. I could only find it on my desktop settings and not on the mobile app (for now at least)
[I feel like I should add I don't want to sound like I'm pressuring anyone... if you don't want to see certain content obviously keep it hidden and protect yourselves BUT this post is mainly targeted at the horny little gremlins I write for who will be suddenly deeply confused when their smut supply is cut off]
👀 here is some kizaru and aokiji moments (separately) where they finally cross that admiral/subordinate level with you... however, you're kind of fucking around with them both
>:3c
NSFW singed but not blatant
crossing the line with kizaru came first, innocently helping him with some paperwork and correcting some things that rosinante asked her to. kizaru was easy to talk to, casual and almost a little flirty, but he had always kept his hands to himself. she had gone to his side of the desk to show him a correction she had made, an innocent thing, genuinely. but his hand on her hip - innocent he claimed - to lean over her made her body react in such an inappropriate manner. she had laughed a little, nervously, starting to stammer just slightly. he teased, asked if he was too close for comfort, but she denied it, saying it was fine. so his hand only slid lower down the curve of her thighs and settled onto the bare skin just below her uniform skirt.
aokiji came second, of course, lazy and slow, watching the way she had been given a report to him and another higher-ranking officer. after the third party had left, she had sighed incredibly loudly and sat down in the chair in front of his desk. she had slumped into it, even, and he remarked on how funny it was to see her normally uptight form completely undone by something as simple as a report. she hadn't been sleeping well, she explained, nightmares leading to a lack of confidence and some back pain that, try as she might, was not able to work out. it surprised them both, though she a little more, when he suggested applying a little ice to it and approached her from behind. she sat up in the chair at his instruction, leaning over just a little, and his hand prodded gently until finding the sore, twisted muscle. applying just enough ice to offer some relief, she'd moaned and covered her mouth in embarrassment. with nobody else around he joked, if that's all it takes to get you to sing, you should experience both of my hands.
👀 here is some kizaru and aokiji moments (separately) where they finally cross that admiral/subordinate level with you... however, you're kind of fucking around with them both
>:3c
NSFW singed but not blatant
crossing the line with kizaru came first, innocently helping him with some paperwork and correcting some things that rosinante asked her to. kizaru was easy to talk to, casual and almost a little flirty, but he had always kept his hands to himself. she had gone to his side of the desk to show him a correction she had made, an innocent thing, genuinely. but his hand on her hip - innocent he claimed - to lean over her made her body react in such an inappropriate manner. she had laughed a little, nervously, starting to stammer just slightly. he teased, asked if he was too close for comfort, but she denied it, saying it was fine. so his hand only slid lower down the curve of her thighs and settled onto the bare skin just below her uniform skirt.
aokiji came second, of course, lazy and slow, watching the way she had been given a report to him and another higher-ranking officer. after the third party had left, she had sighed incredibly loudly and sat down in the chair in front of his desk. she had slumped into it, even, and he remarked on how funny it was to see her normally uptight form completely undone by something as simple as a report. she hadn't been sleeping well, she explained, nightmares leading to a lack of confidence and some back pain that, try as she might, was not able to work out. it surprised them both, though she a little more, when he suggested applying a little ice to it and approached her from behind. she sat up in the chair at his instruction, leaning over just a little, and his hand prodded gently until finding the sore, twisted muscle. applying just enough ice to offer some relief, she'd moaned and covered her mouth in embarrassment. with nobody else around he joked, if that's all it takes to get you to sing, you should experience both of my hands.
So, I started writing this as pure self-indulgence, but I do like how this came out so far. There will be a part two!
I think even with how deeply set in his ways Doffy is, a woman who reminds him of his mother would melt him.
Feminine pronouns throughout to refer to his love interest!
--
Donquixote Doflamingo was a powerful man with little weakness. People who opposed the power his company had could never find dirt on him, cleaner than a whistle. Ironic, considering who he and his family were when the sun went down.
There was one soft spot though that he wouldn't admit to anyone past his family.
It started out innocently enough, he and her. A smile across a hallway, a shy wave, and a flicker in his heart that deeply upset him. He had assumed long ago that his heart had been carved from his chest, save a tiny, shriveled chunk for his brother and the others in his family. It was an unfortunate reminder to feel his heartbeat when he saw her again, another shy wave.
His first step was a bouquet of pink carnations, ones to match the dramatic feathered coat that he donned daily. Despite the crime of not seeing her reaction to them being delivered to her, he did receive a letter addressed to him in careful cursive. It sat on his desk for 13 days before he had decided to open it while Trebol had droned on about something most likely unimportant.
Doflamingo would never admit it aloud, but he was hooked by the way she wrote his name.
Doflamingo
Her absence came next. His hidden eyes trailed along the hallways and where he knew she worked, where she had hidden away to write and read their letters. Nothing. Nothing on his desk, in his drawers, hidden among important documents carefully delivered to him none the wiser.
"Corazon." He stood beside his brother, currently smoking on the balcony connected to his office.
'What?' The mute, blond man signed in return.
"There's an employee missing."
'Missing or absent?'
"What's the difference if both mean they're not here doing their job?" The laugh that escaped his brother made a vein throb in his forehead.
'People are absent constantly, why do you care now?' His brother had turned his body to face him, taking a long drag on his cigarette. If there was one person Doflamingo could almost trust, it was his brother, but exposing that he had feelings for some pathetic office worker and the absolute ridicule that would come from Corazon was not worth it. Without answering, Doflamingo turned on his heel and crossed the threshold back into his office.
--
Being the head of the company meant it was very easy to have files and drawers just open like magic when you wanted them to. Nobody questioned him when he started to root around the employee files, or when he jotted down the address of an employee, shoved it into his pocket, and went on about his day. After all, he was a man of secrets, what was one more?
--
She didn't return to the office but diligently returned his letters, dropping the formality of 'Doflamingo' in lieu of 'Doffy' at his request. He liked (read: loved) how it looked in her handwriting, stacking the papers in the fireplace before burning them. He'd keep the envelopes that smelled of her hand lotion and the flowers she had started to press for him hidden away in a hidden compartment in his desk at home.
'What are those?' His brother silently slipped into his vision, drinking from a glass of what Doflamingo could only assume was whisky.
"Nothing important." Corazon eyed him suspiciously. There weren't many things that Doflamingo would take the time to burn himself and on their property, especially if it was anything related to the side business. The two stood in silence for a few minutes too long for either of their likings.
'Dinner?' There was an itch in the back of Doflamingo's mind. Would she want to get dinner with him?
--
It felt hysterically foolish to be standing outside her front door with a bouquet of flowers in hand. Maybe foolish was the wrong word, he certainly did feel something for the woman he was having dinner with, but he didn't really want to put a name to it. They would become real much faster than he wanted... if he wanted that at all. His feelings much more often were that of fleeting whims and desires, used to going from one hand to the next. This was much more like his mute brother who, while not the most romantic, had at least taken women out to dinner.
Doflamingo had caged himself on purpose. Feelings were a trap and distraction, and most often led to getting hurt. His mother had gotten hurt, after all, she died while his father did nothing but sit at her side. His mind continued to wander down that very narrow path, eyebrows twisting into frustration and anger at the image of watching the light fade from his mother's eyes.
"Doffy?" A quiet voice shook him out of the spiral of 'this is a mistake I should leave' and he refocused his eyes on the person in front of him. It had only been a few weeks since he had seen her around, but she seemed... small. Withdrawn. The frustration knitted into his eyebrows shifted into a cautious curiosity, but before he could ask, she gestured for him to come in for their... date. The word felt funny even in his mind.
And yet, he couldn't remember a time conversation flowed as easily as it did with her.
hello! official introduction post. my name is Bunny (or Inky, both work to address me!!) and I’ve been going through the One Piece Journey via the One Pace cut! my husband is a huge fan and has been entertaining my brainworm of headcanons and ideas that I’ve been scribbling away in discord or in my notes app or evernote…
so here I am! sharing them with the ocean at large. I’m totally down for requests and I’m open to darker requests or things that seem a little off kilter. everybody’s got those brainworms too.
it’s nice to be in this community where there are so many talented writers already ♥
RULES (added 8/22/2022)
no blackbeard, probably everyone else though. this will be updated eventually.
if you have a specific idea it’s much easier to run with that than something vague, something vague will sit in my inbox until i get embarrassed it’s been sittin there and will probably delete it out of anxiety 🤪
i’ve been through some traumatic shit in my life so who knows what i will and won’t write on any given day. will probably not write noncon-noncon, dubcon is probably okay depending on the characters, anything else if it being in a consensual conversation is probably fine, consent is key.
pls do not be afraid to be like give me some of these poly mother fuckers, i LOVE poly, i also love monogamy, and you can request any gender with any gender. i’m a non binary mother fucker myself you know
my dad is dead so if you ask about dad head canons or whatever, they’ll probably be really sappy and virtually covered in my tears i’m just warning you
minors DNI if the post is NSFW, i am not liable for you not listening and being early traumatized by two characters doing the nasty in words, i do not want you interacting with NSFW on my blog it fucked me up when i was younger, you should curate your experience to not do that.
if you’re mean ill delete your ask. please and thank yous are cool. i’m just here to have a good time
Conversations flowed with the Straw Hats as easily as drinks did.
Sanji, ever attentive, topping off every glass without hesitation, making the additional dash here and there to fill plates back up. Chopper shoving chopsticks into his nose and mouth, Franky, Usopp, and Luffy following shortly after, Robin and Nami talking about the weather and the ocean and fossils. Brook playing music to liven up the room further.
Nights like this were perfect.
...
So why did you feel so awful?
Quietly excusing yourself from the table, you wiggled your way outside and exhaled a huge breath that you didn't know you were holding in. Some days the volume and nonsense made it feel like you were drowning. You would scratch at your skin until you could break the surface of the waves and inhale. You dug your palms into the corner of your eyes, quickly wiping away whatever tears had been threatening to fall.
"Hey." You shrieked, scrambling away a foot or two before your eyes focused on the tall, blond chef who had barely peeked out from behind the door.
"O-oh San... Sanji, hey." It made sense he noticed your absence. He probably noticed the fact that you had barely eaten anything, too, watching Luffy yank whatever was left on your plate and shovel it down his gullet before he had a chance to stop his captain.
"You've never not eaten my seafood risotto before," he finally finishes crossing the threshold to the small walkway that extended across the ship and takes out a cigarette before lighting it. "You all right?" You broke eye contact and looked back down, hands starting to fidget with the edges of your shirt.
Truthfully, you weren't. You could feel the edges of your stomach burn with hunger but your brain had been stopping you from eating, nausea tickling the back of your throat with each smell wafting from the kitchen. Your throat fell dry and thick when you tried to swallow down your words, Sanji didn't need to know, he was asking to be polite. That's just who Sanji was. There wasn't a sense of burdening him with the twisted thorns writhing in your brain and your gullet.
"Hey," you turned your head, now realizing that your vision was blurry from tears. When did you start crying? His hand gently cupped your cheek, thumb swiping away the tears you hadn't noticed. His voice carried a gentler tone than you were used to, a husk added to it that you could probably equate to the morning voice you'd never heard. He transferred his cigarette to his hand, blowing the smoke away from your face before speaking. "What's going on?"
A nervous laugh bubbled up as he continued to gently swipe at the tears, dusting his hands off on the apron still wrapped around his waist. When his hands were off of you, you rubbed your eyes free of the stinging tears and quickly scratched at your scalp as a way to diffuse whatever static you felt in your brain. It didn't work, it never did. Your eyes peered through your lashes at him, still patiently standing there.
Words tumbled freely from your mouth, from the overstimulation of the noise to the way there were too many food smells tonight and the fact that it normally wasn't a problem but everything all at once and you just needed fresh air to clear your brain before you could walk back in there and your senses assaulted with -
His arms wrapped around you tightly, stopping the tirade that you were on, only causing you to burst into heavy sobs. His ever delicate hands stroked the back of your head, reassuring you that it was okay. You didn't need to be in there for the crew to love you, everybody has missed or skipped out early of a dinner or two to go about their own business. It's okay if you needed time - if you needed space. You missed when he tossed his cigarette and stomped it out, but you were hyperaware of the small, chaste kisses he pressed into the top of your head.
Neither of you knew how long you had stood there, Sanji waiting for your breathing to return to normal and you just waiting to... well, you supposed the same. You focused on the way he smelled. The smoke from his cigarette freshly stomped out, heated cooking oil, spices, rice, red meat, fish (tuna?). The longer you breathed it in, the easier it was to get through the mix. There was a cologne, you think, from early in the morning, one you had complimented him on a few weeks ago. The laugh you tried to let out was a little more choked than intended. Such a Sanji thing to do.
"You feeling better, pumpkin?" You flushed at the familiar nickname, choosing to bury your face deeper into his chest as his arms tightened around you instead of responding.
This turned out a little different than I originally intended, but honestly, Doflamingo deserves to be a little drugged up and brought down to his knees you feel me?
TW for non consensual drug use, other than that this is much tamer. (Oof didn’t think I’d write that but here I am.)
Maybe there will be more to this later on? 👀
@dressroba tagged as requested!
You think it's funny how your new pet behaves—a vicious dog-like man gifted to you by the World Government. It was even cute how he gnashed his teeth at you through his beautiful, decorated muzzle, spitting out threats and promises to end your life as soon as he had the opportunity. You chuckled when you heard it, pushing another piece of dinner through the bars against his lips.
"Be sure to eat, puppy, I don't want you dying on me," you cooed. It was like this for the first few weeks. He was a stubborn man, that dog. He refused to eat, to drink. You tutted when you had to call the doctors, who had to sedate him to get him connected to IVs and get some fluids in him so he'd live. "Can't you see I'm just trying to do this for your own good? I just want you to be healthy and well-behaved. Can't you be a good dog for me?"
"I AM NOT AND WILL NEVER BE. YOUR. PET!" He snarled, yanking against the tight chains that held him to the wall. A heavy sigh left your nose as your shoulders slumped, changing how your legs were crossed before shifting your attention back to your tea. You wondered how long this would really take?
Eventually, and you knew it was begrudgingly, he started to eat. You supposed that he could feel it taking a toll on his body, body atrophying from not being allowed to move, Seastone cuffs digging away at the skin of his wrists and ankles.
--
Weeks must have gone by before the barking finally slowed and the pulling against the chains ceased. Of course, you didn't trust the dog before you within an inch of your life. You assumed the grandiose man that Doflamingo was that he would be planning something... whether it was a direct attack or somehow getting a message out to someone still loyal to him. You decided you should punish him before he had a chance. Grabbing the slack of the chains, you pulled until he was forcibly lowered, still a giant but at least now he wasn't as imposing as he could be.
"Good boy Doffy, sitting so well for me." Tch.
"Do you know other commands without me having to train you? Can you speak for me?" Silence. Okay. You expected that. With your lips pursed with much more annoyance than intended, you closed the space between your bodies. Now though he seemed at least a little more compliant. Your hand caressed his cheek as stubble scratched at your skin before correcting his gaze.
"I want you to keep your eyes on me and maybe I'll give your bindings some slack. Would my pet like that?" More silence. You huffed. How boring. After a few beats with no movement from him, you started to trace a gentle line across his skin. First his jawline, down his neck, across his collarbone, skin befitting a king. The danger of being so close to a man who could choke you with one grip made a warmth bloom in the bottom of your stomach. You leaned forward and inhaled, eyes shutting.
Whatever he must have smelled like was mostly washed away by the simple soaps they had been using to keep him clean. Faintly, just under the mint and lavender, you got a hint of his sweat. It reminded you of burning pine needles, intoxicating to the point of suffocation. Your eventual exhale cascaded goosebumps across his flesh and you let out a giggle. How cute. You could indulge yourself now, couldn't you?
Your tongue grazed his skin, teeth not far behind, nipping and biting at the dips and swells of his shoulders. He was yours after all. At the crook of his neck, you bit down hard enough that your teeth ached, doing your best to pull blood to the surface. Only when your mouth continued its path up his skin with a nip to his earlobe did he hiss and try to grab at you, chains rattling with his futile attempt. Without hesitation, your free hand slapped across his face.
"Bad dog."
--
Once again you found yourself sitting across from him, taking in the pathetic man you called your pet. His scowl seemed to be permanently set on his features and silence was his only language. You had only hoped that after a month or two he would just cave simply to give up the monotony of this game you two were playing. Nearly like cat and mouse but with a very boring mouse.
"You know if you don't give in soon, I'll have no choice but to resort to unseemly methods. Don't you want to play nice?" Still silence. Fine.
It didn't take long, a day or two at most, to get you the drugs you needed. Just a little to loosen him up, obedient to you and maybe a little lightheaded. He resisted, of course, thrashing around as you attempted to carefully inject him. Fine. With a quick stab, the needle slipped into his skin and you pushed, watching the hazy liquid empty into his arm.
"What was that? What did you put into my body?" Your lips pursed playfully, oh now he wants to talk. Tightening the chains, it forced him closer to the ground, almost to the point of him being on all fours.
"Dogs don't talk, they bark. Now bark for me if you want to be a good boy and get a reward." Warmth flooded his veins unnaturally and before he could stop himself and god did he try to prevent it. He barked, actually barked. The almost pleasant warmth had quickly been replaced with rage but his body wouldn't listen. You clapped as he listened, running your hands through his hair and scratching your nails into his scalp. "Oh good boy, Doffy, good boy! If you sit nice for me, I'll even give you kisses." And so he sat.
How the king has fallen.
You peppered his face with kisses, nipping at previous bruises that littered his neck and shoulders. This is the type of pet you wanted. Handsome, obedient, drooling for your attention. Your thumb swiped at the corner of his lips where you could just see it start to pool and his tongue licked along your skin. Good boys deserved presents! You left him just long enough to get the collar from your top drawer. It was pink leather with feathers inside to match the coat that he had loved so much, 'Doffy' monogrammed in diamonds. It fit snuggly around the Seastone collar, nearly hiding it. Now he could look the part too, oh you were so proud of him.
"Can you give me kisses?" You knew with the drug in him he would, happily, so you gave him your face to lick at it. After a few moments, your hand cupped both sides of his face, tongue lolling out of his mouth, and you kissed his nose.
"Now if you want to be a good boy, you'll go lower for me."
While having a dinner party with Whitebeard’s favorite sons, you notice Ace’s plate looks much tastier than your own.
You're used to Ace falling asleep mid-meals and when everyone gets together, stopping mid-chew or mid fork lift. Whatever Thatch had done for him today was unfair compared to what you were eating - everyone had the same spread with extras to yank from as they pleased, but the meat on Ace's plate just looked... marbleized better. If there were different cuts of meat, Ace got the more expensive one.
You gestured to Marco next to you, "look at that shit, he's got -" you threw your hands up, before crossing your arms with a huff. "Matchstick over there has the literal primest cut of meat, and we have... lack thereof." Marco shrugs, continuing to eat, reaching over the table and yoinking a piece of meat straight from Ace's plate. "Or you could stop complaining and just take some, yoi."
Ace wakes up and continues eating as if nothing happened, barely noting that a piece of his food is gone. You wrinkle your nose, continuing your own munching, the conversation still roaring around you as you watch...
And you watch...
And you watch...
And right back to sleep.
It was incredible that despite how loud everyone was, and how delicious the food was, he could just pass right out mid-conversation. You stood up to get yourself slightly better leverage and leaned over to snatch at a piece of meat that he hadn't attempted to pick up yet. It was funny, but your heart was pounding away in your ears. Before you could quite get a grip on the piece of meat, Ace's fork stabbed it right between your grasp, flames licking at his fingers.
"Now now darlin', hasn't anyone ever told you it's rude to steal a man's food?"
Hello! My name is Bunny and I got this bug to write this. It was originally started as enemies to lovers but... it kinda ended differently. I hope you like it! Let me know :) Expect more soon!
Shanks x gn!Reader :)
The first time you meet Shanks, you're both young, he with Roger's crew, and you a freelance thief. He and Buggy are robbing the same shop you were trying to sneak into during the ruckus, just trying to get some jewelry to pawn and get back onto your feet. He pays you no mind as you and Buggy are yelling at each other, half dueling in the small space. However, you notice that Shanks swipes one of the necklaces you have been eyeing for weeks. He gloats, holding it over your head (literally, why is this kid so tall?), teasing that he got your prize before you could. Before you are able to jump and grab it from his terrible grip, he and Buggy make a hasty exit with some more jewelry yanked from the cases. You consider this the first time he crossed you.
The next time you meet him, he's on his own (honestly, you miss Buggy's dumb blue hair and wish it could have been him instead) and his crew has filled the bar you are attempting to go to. At first, you don't notice the red haired man sitting in the corner, laughing loudly with a few pirates you had only heard of in passing. It's obnoxious, sure, but you can ignore the noise while you order a tankard.
He yells for you and you only turn around in confusion before scowling with your beer. "JEWELRY THIEF! C'mere, come come, join us!" You try to turn back towards the bartender and return your drink - you'd rather be anywhere else at this point. A man you don't recognize (you learn later is Yasopp), drags his arm around your waist and pulls you to his captain. "This is the jewelry thief from way back when! Back with Roger's crew, they were -" You seethe, but drink quietly as you are forced to stay by the looming energy from where he sits.
You watch as your bounty goes up albeit slowly and curse each time Shanks' skyrockets. Pirates praise the man - Red-Haired Shanks who seems to do nothing but rise higher and higher, becoming a beacon for pirates everywhere. He's effortlessly strong, people are terrified and fascinated by him and his power.
Any town you visit finds his wanted posters are ripped and missing, finding tatters of them on the ground or in the trash. People are confused but they don't seem to know it's you, choosing to just re-up the bounty posters as they've all done in the past.
From the few people you confide in, they're confused, why are you holding a grudge on something that happened years ago? Surely you've pawned enough and have had enough jobs to cover the cost of whatever that necklace would have been. Just get over it! Not a big deal! Your hands clench and the scars fold your skin unnaturally.
He always seems to find you when you are already tired and irritated. His laughter - loud and clear cut through the rest of the noise, his hair - fiercely sticking out in the crowd, and his eyes - void of light but piercing. You could get a migraine simply from stepping foot in the same town. His visage haunts you as you are caught, having paused to stare at his face on a bounty poster (that bitch and his bounty going up AGAIN), and this time they beat you with no remorse.
You come to consciousness and find that your fingers still work, thank the gods of the sea for that. It's easy to pick the lock and get your way out, smashing a nearby bottle of some kind of liquor over the head over who is supposed to be watching you. You grab whatever they were drinking and stumble your way out of your holding.
The beach seems promising, warm sand and cool water, the sun just falling below the horizon. You take your seat where the ocean can lap against your feet, the bottle between your legs as you peel fabric off your wounds. They've stopped bleeding thankfully and the liquor is probably strong enough to sterilize, but gods do they hurt. A hat is placed on your head as you hiss through the pain and you yell out reaching up and grabbing it, going to throw it before he holds up his hands.
"Woah killer, just me," he laughs again before taking his hat back and sitting down next to you. "You look like shit." It's the first time he says something that makes you laugh to the point of sounding like a hyena.
"I look like shit because of you!" You yell before taking a swig from the bottle, dropping your legs and spreading out in an attempt to push him away from you. It doesn't work. "I stopped to take a look at your dumbass face on a poster and I got caught!" He laughs loudly before taking the bottle from you and taking a swig. His shoulders knock into yours as his laugh quiets down, taking another swig.
"That's not my fault that you stopped to stare at my face, you know. Didn't know you were such a fan of me, though it makes sense." You take the opportunity to shove him now, looking at him incredulously, embarrassed at his accusation. Before you can say anything, your brain was moving slow after getting your shit kicked in, he eases up and shrugs, gesturing the bottle back to you. "Why are you giving me that face? Aren't you following me around on purpose?"
"NO! I absolutely - I." You ruffled your hair in frustration before snatching the bottle back from him. "I abhor you! Everything about you, your hair, your voice, your laugh. Why would I follow you around?"
