consider sanuso bodyswap where Sanji is of course "admiring" Usopp's body and Usopp is trying desperately to keep himself from getting worked up so that he doesn't light himself on fire.
Luffy and Chopper are not helping. They are in fact doing the opposite of helping. They've ramped up their pranks and are doing anything possible to get Usopp angry so that he combusts, freaks out, and then dives into the ocean to put himself out. They think it's hilarious.
Nami and Brook are Also not helping, since they're conspiring with Sanji to put on a fashion show with Usopp's body. Sanji called it "not wasting a precious opportunity to get him in something other than overalls". Usopp called it mutiny and he was gonna- dive into the ocean, holy fuck Sanji why is it so easy to catch fire?!
Best part about this is that Sanji assured him, several times, that his body doesn't get hurt by catching fire. Usopp still jumps into the ocean every time.
Robin pipes up at one point, asking if Sanji was immune to just his own flames or all flames. Sanji just kind of shrugs and said it depends. Franky, having just been leisurely watching all of this gets an idea. Would his Franky Fireball hurt Sanji's body or just give him more fire to work with?
He tries to coax Usopp into agreeing to test it out and, somehow, he manages it. Albeit, Usopp is all knocking knees and chattering teeth, a very odd sight from 'Sanji'. As part of the deal though, he can only shoot a fireball the size of his hand.
Usopp meant his small hand. The one Franky used for tinkering and fine detail work. He did not, however, clarify this.
So, when a fireball the size of Franky's big hand comes out, well. Usopp runs for his goddamn life.
It takes him a few moments- and the voices of his friends sounding distant and below him- to realize he hadn't, in fact, run to the men's quarters, but rather into the fucking sky.
And oooooh, boy he is gonna kill Sanji one of these days. Why was his body's first fucking instinct when running to go up, what the actual HELL-
Usopp lit himself on fire again.
He curses out Sanji as his Sky Walk fails in the same moment and he plummets towards the deck.
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i was rly stressed out when i was writing this lol
˖°🦇ִ ࣪𖤐 tom x fem! reader fluff
"fuck!" you shout, crumpling the piece of paper in your hands and throwing it over to the already filled trash bin. the paper ball rolls off the heap and lands onto your floor instead.
you grip your head, your hair bunching in your fists as your mind runs rampant with everything else but ideas. the only desire in your head is to rip the school work to pieces and scream until you can no longer make even the slightest bit of noise.
the door suddenly creaks open and in peeks your loving boyfriend, Tom, who had just returned from a tour in the US.
"meine schatz, are you okay?" he asks, a little bit worried from your little shout a few minutes ago.
"I don't know, I don't know anything!" you reply, shaking your head left to right in a frantic manner.
"hey hey, it's okay, liebling, come here." he shushes, walking into your room and shutting the door.
he strides over to you with open arms, inviting you for a hug. tiredly, you push your chair away and you drag your feet over to him for the hug.
you keep him close, closer than you ever had before, burying your face in his baggy hoodie. he shushes you again while stroking your head gently, "it's gonna be alright, baby."
"hmngrghnm." you could only respond.
"why don't we take a break? just for thirty minutes, okay? then we'll go back to your homework." he comforts, pulling you away slightly to smile down at you.
you nod, and you let him drag you downstairs to the living room.
he sets you down onto the couch and wraps a blanket around you, before leaving for a short while you make you some hot chocolate to soothe your overwhelmed spirits.
he returns with your cup of liquid comfort, and sits beside you. he pulls you into his arms again, keeping you against him while you try to unwind from your stressed demeanor.
"it'll be okay," he speaks softly, kissing your head, "it's just homework. who cares if you don't pass up for a day?"
you laugh a little at his words, which causes him to smile. he keeps his lips against the back of your head, his thumb rubbing your arm up and down as a way to comfort you.
"come here." he says, and you tilt your head up to kiss him. his metal lip piercing is cold to the touch, but his lips are warm.
you both pull away shortly after and continue cuddling.
thirty minutes later, you're back in your room in a calmer state, ready to tackle whatever work is left—this time, with Tom by your side.
𓆩♱𓆪
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Update on the Medication Saga that has literally had me near-catatonic for the last ten minutes:
We returned from visiting my family on Saturday. It turns out the guy from the pharmacy *did* put in the order on the 2nd even though I said not to bother, so I cant bring my prescription to my new pharmacy and order the meds there. Presumably, the original pharmacy will at least have the medication now, even though they have not contacted me to say as much (honestly, it's usually a toss-up whether they remember or not). Of course, they are closed entirely all weekend, so I have to wait till they open again.
Phone yesterday: nobody picks up
Phone today: Same guy who originally ordered the stupid meds answers. I ask if my meds are in stock yet bc the order was put in for them on the 2nd, and I have not heard anything since. He asks me which meds and what brand?? (They've given me a different brand almost every time I've gotten my meds from them?). Then he asks if I'm talking about ordering meds? I explain that he already ordered them for me, on the 2nd. He takes my name and DoB to check the system. He says he can't order my meds for me bc I already ordered them on the 2nd, and its a 28-day prescription. I am screaming internally.
I reiterate that I haven't picked up that order and am literally phoning to ask if they have it yet so I can come pick it up. He tells me that they GET RID OF ALL UNCLAIMED PRESCRIPTION MEDICATION TWO WEEKS AFTER IT IS ORDERED. Weird policy considering it has sometimes taken them two weeks to get the stupid meds in, but whatever. I point out that it's turned two weeks since they were ordered *today*, so surely they haven't gotten rid of it yet? He says they got rid of them on the 13th because its easier to get rid of everything in one go on the Friday, so they have space for new stock arriving on Monday. The corners of my vision are going swimmy from pure rage at this point.
I ask what I'm supposed to do now? He says that I should WAIT UNTIL THE 25TH AND CALL AGAIN TO ORDER THEM SO I CAN HAVE THEM FOR NEXT MONTH. I can't even really process this so I sit in silence for long enough he has to check I'm still there. At this point I am crying. I tell him I've been out of my medication since the 3rd, which is why I phoned them last time and what am I supposed to do without them for the rest of the month?? This motherfucker *cheerfully* points out that it's ONLY ANOTHER TWO WEEKS TO THE END OF THE MONTH, SO SURELY I CAN MANAGE THAT???
I am a broken shell of a person at this point. It is all I can do to mumble something along the lines of "alright well, thank you" before hanging up and screaming out loud "what the actual FUCK?!?" and curling up into the fetal position to sob until I dissociated.
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