#mischief unmanaged

[valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn]

Hi! I want to share what may be a controversial hot take with you, I don't know. But I would really like to know your opinion!

Is it just me, or should identity not be this much of an issue with characters who are gods? I mean, the MCU has Thor trapped in an endless loop of journeys of self-discovery. They have Loki trapped in an endless loop of self-sacrifice, now quite literally trapped. They have Sylvie moping around in bars and working at McDonald's, and they have Valkyrie cutting ribbons at ice cream parlor openings. Isn't all a little too mundane? I understand that they must feel a need to make these characters relatable to an extent, but to cut them down so low and make them so lowly that we're rolling our eyes and actually pitying them. Why?

These characters are gods! They should be embracing it, owning it, unapologetically! Thor should be king of Asgard by now! With Loki beside him, driving him crazy and keeping him on his toes, making wonderful chaos and mischief everywhere! Does Loki want power and a throne? So what if he does! He's a god! He is entitled to power and a throne! Whether anybody likes it or not, Loki IS the son of a king - TWO kings if you want to get technical - so why the F not? These characters should be wild and larger than life! Unmanageable and untamable. They should only be rising in power, not taking orders at Mickey D's or wearing ugly brown 3-piece suits getting pushed around by brainwashed mortals!

I just think the quest to humanize and normalize and make these characters relatable has completely ruined them. It took all the fun out. The wonder and magic is gone. The fantasy is gone. The escapism is gone. What do you think?

Hi honey! Sorry for the delay in answering.

I mostly agree with everything you say here. It's like they want these grand characters to be humanized so they can be relatable, but in order to do that they get rid of everything that makes them different from human characters so they all end up being pretty samey.

I do believe that the journey of discovery can be done with any character, be it the most powerful ones or the non-powered humans, but the journey should be completely different... just like the outcome. A human can strive to discover who they are and own it by ending up working as a barista at a cafe. But a god (or a goddess in this case) should not be waiting tables at a McDonald's in hers. You can still make her relatable while keeping her godlike status!

At the end of the day, if you want the non-powered characters and the OP ones to go through the same path and end up in the same spot then... what's the difference between them? If you change Sylvie's name and she's called Victoria and she's a 26-year-old human from Italy, does the story really change that much?

What I mean is those stories should be personalized to each character so that the journey only makes sense for that specific character, but instead all those stories are pretty standard to the point that they would fit a god, a regular hero and a dumb citizen.

It was very painful seeing Valkyrie doing TV commercials while New Asgard is a freaking tourist attraction. Was that really necessary? Showing the Asgardians as just regular people now who dress like humans, work like humans, and their King is a celebrity who announces drinks on TV? That's not making them relatable, that's ridiculing them.

I don't mind Thor not being King of (New) Asgard because he gave up the throne in TDW and I like the idea of him giving up that power after he saw what it did to Odin... but why can't we have a scene where he says just that? Where he explains it? We just see him giving it up and handing it over to Valkyrie like it doesn't matter to him and that's a big disservice to his character and the story throughout his trilogy.

Unfortunately, Marvel has been on a path of normalizing anything magic - just see what they did to the Mirror Dimension in NWH. It's just geometry! Nothing special about it! It's super dumb! Ugh. (I'm still mad about that, as you can see lol). It feels like lazy writing, not enough focus on characterization and world building and an obsession with meme-making that actively goes against the story 🤷‍♀️

#Thor #Loki #Valkyrie #mcu salt #let gods be gods!

[ao3feed-harryginny]

The Forgotten Heir

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/UBv8Czk by VendettaDeev Born on March 6, 1979, Arcturus Black, the son of Sirius Black, was never supposed to be at Hogwarts; he was never even expected to be a wizard or live to see his 11th birthday. Yet, against all odds, there he was; in every moment of Hogwarts from 1991 until his last day. He was there in every mischief that was managed or was left unmanaged; he was in every laughter, every tear, and every moment of pain that was shared. Ever since he was a baby, dark magic pulled the tides of his soul like the moon to the waves of the sea water that was the color of his eyes, he knew the waves would always come back so he braced himself each time, because without the waves the water would turn into mud. He knew how to swim against the waves, but pulling himself out of mud was never his specialty. This is the untold story of Arcturus Alphard Black, the forgotten last heir of the ancient and most noble House of Black. The one that vanished one day, never to return, never to be spoken of, never to be remembered. Words: 14, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: Multi Characters: Arcturus Black, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, Walburga Black, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Severus Snape, Mulciber Jr. | Severus Snape's Schoolmate, Harry Potter, Minerva McGonagall, Albus Dumbledore, Mundungus Fletcher, Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Ron Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Molly Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Mary Macdonald (Harry Potter), Voldemort (Harry Potter), Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Kreacher (Harry Potter), Andromeda Black Tonks, Luna Lovegood, Rolf Scamander, Neville Longbottom, Pansy Parkinson Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley Additional Tags: The Golden Trio Era (Harry Potter), Canonical Character Death, Angst and Tragedy, Canon Compliant, Angst, Past Child Abuse, Child Neglect, ADHD, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Manipulative Albus Dumbledore, Flashbacks, Wizarding Politics (Harry Potter) read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/UBv8Czk

#Harry Potter #Ginny Weasley #HarryGinny #Hinny #ao3feed #fanfic #this is an AUTOMATED feed

[dawndelion-winery]

can me have a small coffee with uh

u h

IDK SURPRISE ME-??? i dONT FANCY ANYONE BUT AAAAAAAAA

ok how about albebe then

UR EVENT IS AMAZING BTW <33

I'm gonna assume Albebe is Albedo-

Mischief Unmanaged

"What's gotten you so bitter?" Ft. Albedo Kreideprinz

Anyone who knew Albedo well knew how much of an ass he could be. He was polite, of course; how could such a respectable figure not be? The problem laid in being a close companion to him, at which point he sees no need to hold back on his intrusive thoughts and the resultant mischief.

Still, his pranks had never been malicious. So it was quite the nasty shock when you found yourself buried in snow. Chilled to the bone and shivering violently, you were lucky Klee was around and thought you were playing hide and seek. "You're so silly, big sibling, don't you know it's super cold here?" she giggled as she lit a small twig and brough it to you to use as a torch. She then led you back to Albedo's workplace.

It wasn't hard to catch his attention when you Al but stormed towards him, your smile more menacing than anything.

"What's gotten you so bitter? You're making such a scary face, Klee might be frightened." If anything, his composure pisses you off even more, and when Klee chirped up with am "It's okay! I know big sib would never hurt me!", you could see the panic flood his eyes. The alchemist slowly backed away, grinning sheepishly as he sent Klee on some trivial chore to which she gladly obliged.

"So about tha- please calm down-"

Rumour has it the alchemist never recovered from that day.

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[aerial-letter]

There’s a family who lives next door to me, and they have several children. One of their teen daughters goes outside on this hammock swing strung up between two large trees in the woods behind our houses, and she swings for hours every day (slightly reduced now due to winter weather, but she was still out there in a snowstorm a couple weeks ago). She always has on these big headphones and she sings along with her music. Now I say “sings” but that’s not a truly accurate description of what she does. What she does is this primal, guttural wailing that occasionally is recognizable as a song. Sometimes amidst her bellowing vocalizations I recognize snippets of Broadway tunes. She is so loud. So loud. You can hear her all across the neighborhood from several streets away. She’s got an impressively powerful diaphragm. Sometimes she’s out there at 10 at night, swinging back and forth, ululating into the darkness. My mother hates her. The rumor is a family actually up and moved out of town because they were so fed up with hearing her mournfully howling out showtunes at all hours of the day through every season. The father said he won’t do anything and if anyone wants to stop her they’ll have to sue. I do think it’s terrible in some ways because the whole situation is clearly indicative of some unmanageable stress in her life and I worry about what she’s going through. But to be honest, I wish I could join her. It sounds so cathartic. She is like the Greek god of mischief sowing chaos into this tiny backwards town. I mean I’m really rooting for her. She’s kind of my shero, I hope she leaves this town one day and studies opera or joins a traveling circus or something and they make a movie about her. Her wild voice cannot be tamed and I hope it never is!

[dhr-ao3]

Bedlam in Bloom

Bedlam in Bloom https://ift.tt/Bb2PElh by thisisnotadance Hermione only hoped to avoid Rita's ridiculous quill at Theo's garden party. After seeking another menace's assistance, Draco drags her into a mess that leads to questionable fun and utterly reckless decisions. She'd always wanted to defile a pureblood library, but bonding herself to Draco was never part of the plan. Words: 14781, Chapters: 4/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Neville Longbottom, Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Rita Skeeter, Ron Weasley Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Draco fucks up often, Hermione is so flawed, Draco Malfoy is a Little Shit, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Sex, Defiling Pureblood Estates, Library Sex, Sex Magic, Banter, Smut, Good Narcissa Black Malfoy, Ministry of Magic Employee Hermione Granger, Auror Draco Malfoy, Praise Kink, Hermione Granger is a Brat, Wandless Magic as Foreplay, mischief unmanaged, Shameless Smut, No Beta, Idiots in Love, Friends to Lovers, Accidental Bonding via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/SqQCkhj September 02, 2023 at 06:37AM

#IFTTT #Dramione #Draco x Hermione

[aaadogtraining]

There Are Many Rewards Of Sending Your Dog To Obedience School

The challenge of controlling a disobedient dog is real. If your dog is typically well-behaved but might benefit from polishing its manners in obedience training, or whether your dog is a chronic mischief-maker who could use some structure and discipline, there are numerous scenarios in which your pet would profit from formal instruction by dog training Potomac.

Quick And Simple Administration

Obedience classes teach simple instructions that make it easier to control your dog. Better management means they can be easily handled and become a part of the family and events more instead of being unmanageable, misbehaving, and having to be left at home or locked away from the celebration by themselves. Dog obedience & behavior York PA may teach your dog essential good manners, including how to greet people properly, return when called, and walk on a leash under your supervision.

Dogs With Plenty Of Friends

A dog's quality of life dramatically improves with proper socialization. If they want to get along with other dogs, they need to learn how to react to them and what is considered acceptable and unacceptable in dog language. It is still vital if your dog does not go out a lot. There are several commonplace situations where your dog may come into contact with other canine companions, including walks, visits to the veterinarian, and stays at a kennel or boarding facility.

Fun And Knowledge

Participating in canine obedience training is entertaining for both you and your pet. Dog training clubs and schools often have more to offer than only challenging and entertaining activities, such as merchandising, agility, club meetings and seminars, social BBQs, and yearly dog shows and contests. No matter how long or short your history with dogs is, there is always something new to learn about how to teach your dog.

The chance to discuss with other dog owners and your trainer is priceless about dog obedience & behavior York PA, as it may help you overcome training obstacles and issues with your dog and yourself. The most excellent part is that everyone there has been through something similar and can provide helpful advice and solutions.

Interaction Between Homeowners And Development Of The Neighborhood

Participating in weekly obedience training is a great way to get out and meet new people in the area. Making friends is a great way to expand your social circle, go out and try new things, and generally have a good time. According to studies, pet owners had a decreased risk of cardiovascular disease, hypertension, loneliness, and anxiety.

Conclusion

In the beginning, dog training Potomac might take a lot of time. Training your dog at home every day and attending obedience classes once a week for a year or more is a commitment, but the results are well worth the effort. Even if you teach your dog for a year when they are young, it may not seem like too much if they live to be 15 or 16 years old. Conversely, if you don't take the time to educate your dog, you can be in for a long, stressful relationship with them for the next fifteen to sixteen years.

[our-flag-means-death-ao3feed]

Treasure Hunting

by Avleveri

Stede is on a mission. He has reconciled with his wife, been mauled by a tiger, hit by a piano and now found some of his friends on a random island in the middle of nowhere. Now he needs to find the rest.

Alternative title: Trackin' the Kraken (I'm sorry)

Words: 999, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Stede Bonnet, Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Oluwande Boodhari, Jim Jimenez, Frenchie (Our Flag Means Death), Wee John Feeney, Black Pete (Our Flag Means Death), Lucius Spriggs, Buttons (Our Flag Means Death), Olivia the Seagull (Our Flag Means Death), The Swede (Our Flag Means Death), Jeffrey (Our Flag Means Death), Roach (Our Flag Means Death)

Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet, Stede Bonnet & Everyone, Black Pete/Lucius Spriggs, Oluwande Boodhari/Jim Jimenez

Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Fun, Silly, Reunions, Post-Canon Fix-It, Stede Bonnet Loves Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Blackbeard | Edward Teach Loves Stede Bonnet, Adventure, Angst, Hurt Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Competent Stede Bonnet, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, To Be Continued, hehe I had fun with this, mischief unmanaged, mischievous Stede Bonnet, Lighthearted, I did some research for this!! You can't tell

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/40845333

#Our flag means death #ofmd

[lamentis-one]

#happy loki eve <3 #loki laufeyson #loki #mcu #marvel #fanart #loki fanart #loki art #pride #mischief unmanaged #t arts #disney plus

[sargesiicle]

glorious purpose

#cant believe we’re already on ep 2 tomorrow huh #loki spoilers #loki #loki laufeyson #odin #thor odinson #frigga #ragnarok #marvel #mcu #fanart #art #loki art #marvel art #t arts #mischief unmanaged

[loureedskidsister]

If I could just focus on my hobbies instead of hyperfocusing on dumb shit.

Ahhhhh.

Ok let's try.

#mischief unmanaged

[mirclealignr]

Happy Birthday! I hope you have an amazing day today 🎉🎂

(we dont really know each other but I saw people wishing you a happy birthday so I wanted to, too 🥺)

Thank you so much!! and aww fjdjnd i appreciate it and if you ever wanna pop into my asks or messages, i’d love that! <3

#lena asks; the-unmanaged-mischief

[turning-dreams-into-chaos]

Can I be added your taglist for JATP?

You’re actually already on my permanent tags, so you’ll be tagged in them already, but if you would like me to switch to only JATP then let me know and I’ll do it! 😊

#taglist change #? #the-unmanaged-mischief

[ao3feed-harryginny]

The Forgotten Heir

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/SLNQ5li by VendettaDeev Born on March 6, 1979, Arcturus Black, the son of Sirius Black, was never supposed to be at Hogwarts; he was never even expected to be a wizard or live to see his 11th birthday. Yet, against all odds, there he was; in every moment of Hogwarts from 1991 until his last day. He was there in every mischief that was managed or was left unmanaged; he was in every laughter, every tear, and every moment of pain that was shared. Ever since he was a baby, dark magic pulled the tides of his soul like the moon to the waves of the sea water that was the color of his eyes, he knew the waves would always come back so he braced himself each time, because without the waves the water would turn into mud. He knew how to swim against the waves, but pulling himself out of mud was never his specialty. This is the untold story of Arcturus Alphard Black, the forgotten last heir of the ancient and most noble House of Black. The one that vanished one day, never to return, never to be spoken of, never to be remembered. Words: 13, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: Multi Characters: Arcturus Black, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, Walburga Black, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Severus Snape, Mulciber Jr. | Severus Snape's Schoolmate, Harry Potter, Minerva McGonagall, Albus Dumbledore, Mundungus Fletcher, Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Ron Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Molly Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Mary Macdonald (Harry Potter), Voldemort (Harry Potter), Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Kreacher (Harry Potter), Andromeda Black Tonks, Luna Lovegood, Rolf Scamander, Neville Longbottom, Pansy Parkinson Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley Additional Tags: The Golden Trio Era (Harry Potter), Canonical Character Death, Angst and Tragedy, Canon Compliant, Angst, Past Child Abuse, Child Neglect, ADHD, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Manipulative Albus Dumbledore, Flashbacks, Wizarding Politics (Harry Potter) read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/SLNQ5li

#Harry Potter #Ginny Weasley #HarryGinny #Hinny #ao3feed #fanfic #this is an AUTOMATED feed

[hctatsuya]

MISCHIEF UNMANAGED.

for @hcahri ! date & location december 2017 @ the haeunedae district.

with the start of the next busan league just around the corner, he’s been preparing with several mock battles between his gym pokémon as well as both members of his regular team and the few wild pokémon wanting to participate. sometimes trainers would walk by and offer to help, but considering how busy the end of the year was it was usually just him and his pokémon in an empty, open area. over the course of the past few weeks they’ve been travelling to different districts for a change in scenery, though this only produced one downside whenever they were off to travelling.

leaving the villa meant that teddy would somehow find his way to tag along, either by begging and crying or just sneaking into his bag.

not that teddiursa was a problem, but he’s still a baby that’s much too curious for his own good, and when tatsuya was busy watching over the battles he’d find a way to cause some trouble. his older pokémon watch over him as well, but sometimes he has too much energy to keep up with, which is how they wound up in this situation right now. everyone turned their eyes away for a split second, and teddiursa was gone. luckily the rookie gym leader was smart enough to bring zoroark and houndoom, who had an excellent sense of smell and were already on the hunt.

salamence was also flying above, their training session cut short to find their mischievous little friend. from the skies, the male could see his two pokémon meet at the same place, stopping abruptly at the loss of the scent. he and his salamence come down, getting his houndoom and his salamence in their pokéballs after a quick thanks, confusion on his face as his younger pokémon was nowhere to be seen. “teddy!” he calls, zoroark following with its own shortly after. “teddiursa! now’s not the time for games!”

where could he have gone?

#hcahri #( ⤷ thread. ) #( ⤷ thread: song ahri. ) #( ⤷ thread: mischief unmanaged. ) #uhhh this is unnecessarily long feel free to not match!! #<3

[kikis-writing-world]

Every Pilot Needs a Wingman

Summary: You have been pining quietly over your neighbor for months. He hasn’t noticed, but apparently his friend has...

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Rating/Warnings: Smutty thoughts - grey sweatpants should be their own warning. Fleeting mentions of masturbation and sex toys. Swearing. Santi gives the reader tips on how to impress/pick up Frankie, I don’t know if that might come off as shady or triggering to people so I want to mention that. Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

You grabbed your keys from the hook beside the door on your way out, making sure to check that it was locked behind you. It was warm out, especially given the time of day. Walking out of your air conditioned house into the humidity felt like walking into a brick wall. Luckily you had checked the weather, dressing in a pair of shorts and a light t-shirt. You didn’t have to wear anything fancy just to run errands, so you made comfort the priority.

You heard your neighbor’s door open and even before looking, you wished you’d done something nicer with your hair. The humidity made it a little unmanageable so you hadn’t bothered this morning. You turned to see if it was the owner of the house next door stepping out into the midday sun, or a guest, but there was Frankie in all his glory. All of it.

You’d lived next door to Frankie Morales for just over a year, and most of that had been spent pining silently over the man. He was attractive, that you had noticed the first time you had seen him, but getting to know him since moving had made him all the more appealing. Those warm brown eyes that crinkled with laugh lines as he smiled. His big, strong hands that he used on his woodworking projects and home renovations. His broad shoulders that he would happily sit his daughter on for rides when he had her for his shared custody. He was not only devastatingly handsome in a fittingly “boy man next door” kind of way, but he was just so kind and funny. God you wanted him.

It took a conscious effort to keep your eyes from bulging out of your head when you saw him. Hair wild, dark framed glasses perched on his nose - that was a treat in itself, he often opted for contacts over his glasses. His lack of shirt let you see the sprinkling of hair along his chest and the darker treasure trail that started just below his navel, running down over the dip of the small tummy he’d gained with age. He often complained about being out of shape compared to his younger years but you loved any glimpse you got of it. The line of hair grew thicker until it disappeared under the waistband of his grey sweatpants. Taking him in, you didn’t know if the powers that be were rewarding you or punishing you.

“Hey Frankie,” you greeted politely. You’d more or less been staring at him, so you couldn’t play it off that you hadn’t seen him.

He greeted you back, his voice hoarse as he squinted in the bright sunlight.

“Rough night?” You guessed with a knowing grin. You knew the signs of a late night as easily as the next person, plus with Frankie usually being an early riser his disheveled appearance definitely had you thinking he’d been into some kind of mischief. You bit your lip, trying not to frown if you wondered if a woman was part of the mischief, a spark of envy flowing through your veins.

“Yeah,” he chuckled, running a hand through the mess of chocolate curls atop his head. Oh lord, his sweatpants dipped lower on his hips as he did. “An old buddy of mine had a fight. Went out with the guys after to celebrate.”

“Oh, that’s… Billy?” You attempted, trying to remember the name of the friend he had told you was into boxing.

“Benny.” He corrected lightly.

“Benny. Sorry.” You nodded.

When his back turned, reaching into his mailbox to get his mail, you allowed yourself the moment to check him out properly. The muscles in his back flexed softly as his arms moved. The dimples in his lower back called out to you. The curve of his ass just barely hidden beneath the elastic waistband. Staring at his ass, you wondered if he was going commando before you stopped yourself from following that train of thought. Stop being perverted…

He turned back around, shuffling the envelopes in his hands. You were lucky he was looking through his mail since your eyes were still aimed on his lower half as he turned. You’d sacrifice something to the gods of grey sweatpants as a tribute later. After the errands, and after spending some time with your battery powered friends as the image stayed in your mind. The pants were thick enough fabric that they didn’t bare all, but damn if you couldn’t tell he had a decent length to him.

You had fantasized about the man more than you’d care to admit. He was such a goodhearted man, you knew he would be a kind, gentle lover, but he also had this underlying masculine energy that made you wonder if he would go a little wild. Your favorite fantasies involved both, and now that you’d caught more of a glimpse of what he was working with, you could add even more context to your thoughts. How he’d prep you gently, sweetly, making sure you were ready to take all of him but once he’s inside he would lose himself to the pleasure and fuck into you nice and hard-

You forced your eyes back up to his face as you swallowed hard, knowing that you’d have to stop somewhere to get a cool drink as you drove around town.

“Anything good?” You asked, nodding towards the envelopes in his hand. It wasn’t any of your business but you wanted to keep the small talk going a little longer. A few more minutes in his presence.

“Junk and bills. The usual.” He chuckled, his usual laugh sounding even lower, raspier from the late night of drinking. Even with the glasses on, you could see those laugh lines you loved sprouting at the corners of his eyes.

“Damn. Being an adult sucks.” You laughed with him.

“Tell me about it.” He sighed. “But it does have its perks.”

“Like drinking all night and napping all day?” You suggested.

“Like that.” He agreed with a grin and a nod. “Just gotta kick some pendejo out of my house first.”

Your easy grin became forced at that. So he had brought someone home from the bar. “Another perk to adulthood, right?” Your laugh was a little strained this time, but he didn’t seem to notice.

“Huh?” He frowned, his hungover brain taking a minute to figure out your meaning. “Oh, oh, yeah, I guess.” He chuckled, scratching the back of his head bashfully. “Not last night though. Just my friend. He crashed on my couch.”

“Oh!” You hated yourself a little bit for the relief that you felt. He can sleep with whoever he wants to and it would be none of your business. “Not that I should have- it’s not really my business.” You mumbled, running a hand over your own hair to make sure it was behaving in the heat.

“Don’t worry about it.” He waved you off. “I’ll let you get going though.”

“Alright.” You were equal parts disappointed the conversation was closing and relieved you couldn’t dig yourself into a deeper hole. “I’ll see you around.”

“Yeah, you know where I live.” He teased.

“That I do.” You smirked. “Feel better.”

He didn’t respond verbally, waving a hand at you as he turned to walk back up the path to his home. You moved around your car, stopping once you were at the driver’s side to watch him for another fleeting moment. You hated to see him go but you loved to watch him leave...

Forcing your mind out of the gutter, you focused on the mental to do list you had for the day, climbing into your car and starting the A/C as soon as the engine was on.

Frankie closed the door behind him, relishing the dark and cool of inside.

“Who was that?” Santiago asked him, making him jump. He was standing in front of the living room window, facing the street.

“Neighbor. Nice girl.” Frankie barely explained as he dropped the envelopes onto the side table for later.

“Just a neighbor?” Santi pushed with a grin. “She’s cute.”

Frankie shot him a half-assed glare, not having the energy yet to deal with Pope’s libido. The coffee he’d put on before stepping out was brewing so he instead followed his nose to the kitchen.

“She’s really into you, too.” Santi continued, following Frankie through the house.

That caught Frankie’s attention. “What?” He scoffed, turning to stare at his former teammate.

“Seriously?” Pope deadpanned, lifting an eyebrow at Frankie’s grumpy, confused grimace.

“She was just being neighborly. Making small talk.” Frankie brushed it off, turning to pull two mugs out of the cupboard.

“Neighborly staring at your cock.” Pope grumbled under his breath, in disbelief Frankie could be this oblivious. “Remind me again how you ever got far enough with a woman to knock her up?”

“Why are you this way? Who hurt you?” Frankie sighed, rubbing his creased brow to ease the pressure of the hangover.

“I’m serious, hermano. You wouldn’t know a woman was flirting with you if she gave you a fuckin’ lap dance.”

“She wasn’t flirting.”

“Maybe not with her words, but she was eyeing you like a damn buffet.” Pope teased. “Sausage buffet.”

“Get out of my house.” Frankie huffed, no real bite to his words as he leaned against the counter, holding his head in his hands.

Pope ignored him, picking up the coffee pot and pouring it into their mugs. He slid one towards Frankie before picking up his. The two men savored the first few sips of the piping hot coffee in silence, letting it erase the pains of the night before.

“Seriously though,” Santiago broke the silence. “You should ask her out sometime.”

“You’re still here?” Frankie shot back, eyes locked straight ahead as if no one was in the room with him.

Santi sighed, shaking his head as he took another sip of his coffee. If Frankie wanted to be difficult, then he’d just have to play dirty.

Later on in the week you were still thinking about the encounter. You couldn’t remember exactly what the two of you had talked about, but the image of Frankie stuck in your mind. Despite knowing that he was nursing a hangover at the time, you couldn’t help but imagine he’d look a bit similar after sex. Hair mused, under-dressed, a light exhaustion. He was missing that post-sex glow: the relief that shines through your skin, mixing in with the sheen of sweat that covers your whole body. That part you’d had to add in yourself in some mental editing.

You imagined Frankie walking through your kitchen looking that way. Like he’d thrown on the nearest pants he could find after sliding from the bed, scavenging for something to eat after working up an appetite with you.

God, I need to go out and get laid… you thought to yourself as you realized just how much of your mental capacity was taken over by the handsome man next door.

A knock on your door had you frown softly. You weren’t expecting anyone, you didn’t think you had any deliveries scheduled. You looked through the peephole to find out who was there. 

You didn’t recognize the man standing on your stoop. You looked him over, trying to gauge if you should open the door or pretend you weren’t home. He kept looking off to the left, towards Frankie’s house, which didn’t help ease your mind, but after making sure your chain lock was secured you decided to open the door.

“Hi?” You greeted cautiously, looking at him through the small crack the chain lock allowed.

“Hey! I’m Santiago. I’m a friend of your neighbor. Frankie.” He introduced with a smile.

Your stomach dropped. “Is everything okay?” You blurted out, worried. Was he okay? Was his daughter?

“No, no! He’s fine! Everything is fine.” Santiago was quick to reassure you. “I’m actually here to talk to you.”

Your frown returned as your brow creased in confusion. “Why? What did I do?” Your mind started racing, wondering what you had done to make Frankie send a friend over. Oh god, had you made him uncomfortable and now this Santiago was going to tell you to back off?

“Nothing. Wow, you’re nervous.” He laughed.

“A man I don’t know is knocking on my door.” You pointed out with a wry grin.

“That is true. I didn’t think about that part. Damn.” Santiago grumbled to himself. “I’ll cut to the chase then and you can decide if you want to talk to me or not. I know you like Frankie, but he’s an idiot. He doesn’t know you like him, but I saw you flirting with him a few days ago. I was inside, saw everything.”

You felt your face heating up in embarrassment as he explained himself. You briefly considered closing the door in his face and moving to Bora Bora.

“Since ‘Fish is never going to believe me and make a move, I thought I would come over, give you some pointers, help you make the first move?” He offered, voice pitching up as he questioned your interest.

You glared at him for a moment, considering the request as you tamped down your fight or flight instincts. Frankie had mentioned a friend stayed the night, and you had definitely checked him out hard.

“Give me a sec,” you mumbled, closing the door so you could unlatch the chain. When you opened it fully, you stood to the side and gestured for Santiago to come inside.

As you knocked on Frankie’s door a few days later, you started second guessing yourself. Would any of this even work? You didn’t know Santiago from a hole in the ground, what if he’d told you things to make you seem like an idiot? Or what if he told you things that Frankie hated, just so he would be sure not to ask you out? This was so stupid. You were about to turn around and walk away when the door opened.

Frankie’s eyes widened when he saw you standing on his porch. His eyes immediately fell to your bare legs before flickering back to your face. The small action gave you confidence in the plan as you started to believe what Santiago had said.

“Frankie loves a woman in a sundress. I know, who doesn’t? But he really likes it. Wear a dress that shows off your legs, and if you have any kind of strappy shoe, the kind that will make him notice your legs… yeah, that’ll get his attention.”

“Hey, what’s up?” Frankie asked as he leaned against his door jam.

“He likes feeling useful, likes helping his friends out. Ask him for help with something, something he needs to fix, use his hands. That kind of thing.”

“I noticed you’re pretty handy,” you started hoping he would take it as the compliment it was. “Fixing your fence, building the porch. Are you any good with plumbing?”

Frankie seemed to puff up a bit at the question, your confidence growing even more. “A little. I’m no plumber but... depends on what you need.”

“My garbage disposal isn’t working right. I don’t know if I did something or if I need to call a professional. Would you mind coming to take a look?” You asked, fluttering your eyelashes at him a little.

“He’s oblivious. I mean it. You could smack him over the head with a board and he probably wouldn’t notice. Don’t be scared to lay it on pretty thick.”

“Sure! Want me to come over now?” Frankie was already stepping out onto the porch before you could answer him. “My tools are in the garage, I can grab them and follow you over.”

“That’d be great,” you smiled brightly at him. “Thanks!”

You trotted down the steps ahead of him, heading towards his garage.

“Any chance you get to turn around, take it. He’s an ass man, and in a sundress… he’ll be looking.”

You resisted the urge to look over your shoulder to make sure he was watching you as you crossed the yard. You didn’t want to give-up the game, let him know you were onto him. If you caught him, he might get shy and draw into himself instead of being bolstered up into asking you out.

It took no time at all for him to grab his basic toolkit and follow you into your house. You led him into the kitchen and showed him the problem..

“Did you want a drink while you take a look? I’ve got beer.” You offered as he used a flashlight to peer down the drain.

“Once you’ve got him on the hook, get him a nice cold beer.”

“Th-that sounds great, actually, thanks.” He leaned up to grin at you before his attention turned back to the sink. You smiled triumphantly, fighting the urge to skip to the fridge. Grabbing two bottles, you took a moment to appreciate the sight.

He was leaned over the sink a bit, emphasizing his ass and his waist, but that wasn’t the part that appealed to you most… he was fixing up something in your house, and you’d be lying if you weren’t attracted to a man who could get the job done. Who wasn’t scared to roll up his sleeves and use some good old fashioned elbow grease. Before you could walk back over, he crouched down with a quiet groan, looking under the sink.

It was the perfect moment to return, standing next to his crouching form as you offered him the beer. He turned, face to face with the skirt of your dress. You couldn’t tell from this vantage, but it looked like actually licked his lips as he took in your legs from such close proximity before slowly looking up.

“Thanks.” He took the beer, taking a swig immediately. You hid your smile by doing the same.

Frankie sat his beer on the counter and turned back to the pipes under the sink. You set your beer next to his before hopping up to sit on the sink, letting your legs dangle.

“If you need anything, just let me know. I’ll be your runner.” You offered, waiting patiently as he inspected everything.

“Honestly, it looks like it’s just some loose connections. Easy fix.” He explained, setting his hat on the floor next to the toolkit before sliding himself under the sink. You grinned at the memory of Santiago helping you to loosen them.

“Really? That’s great.” You mocked relief at the news. “I didn’t want to have to wait for someone to come in and take a look then charge me an arm and a leg for some putty or something stupid. It definitely pays to have a neighbour who knows his way around a toolbox.”

Frankie chuckled in agreement, but didn’t respond otherwise as he worked at tightening all the joints you and Santi had messed with. It didn’t take him long before he was shimmying out from under the sink.

“All done.” He declared as he sat up, wiping his hands on his jeans.

“Thanks Frankie, you’re a lifesaver.” You gushed, crossing your legs at the ankles.

The motion caught his eye and he turned, coming face to face with your legs. You watched as he once again checked out your legs, eyes trailing from ankle to where your knees just barely disappeared under the hem of the dress. He chewed on that full bottom lip of his for a moment before seemingly remembering himself, smiling up at you. “It was nothing.” He pulled his cap on, hiding under the bill as he finished tidying up his things.

“Still, I want to thank you somehow.” You insisted, hopping off the counter.

“You don’t have to.” He shook his head. “The beer is enough, I promise.” He reached up for the bottle, taking a few gulps to prove his point.

“Okay, it’s a bit of a thank you and a little bit another favor then,” you confessed.

Frankie’s eyebrow quirked up in confusion, setting the bottle back on the counter and sealing up his toolbox before standing back at his full height. You had been standing close enough to give him a view of your legs, and now that he wasn’t crouched down, he towered over you.

“And what’s that?” He asked.

“Fish doesn’t talk about it a lot, but he loves baseball. Doesn’t have a favorite team or anything, but this guy goes as much as he can. He likes the slow pace and the strategy to it. It’s relaxing after all the shit we’ve gone through.”

“I have an extra ticket to the ballgame next week. Decent seats, nothing crazy though.” You shrugged. “I was going to offer it to you, if you wanted to join me.”

His eyebrows shot up into his bangs, stuck still under the hat. “Really? The Rays game?”

“Mmhmm.” You nodded coyly.

“I-I’d love to.” He admitted, face flushing. “I love baseball.”

“Really?” You pretended not to know.

“Yeah. Great way to spend a day.” He shrugged bashfully. “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll take the ticket if you let me drive.”

“I’ll allow it.” You teased, feeling emboldened enough to wink at him. You were pleased that it seemed to make him blush more.

“Great. It’s a… plan.” He hesitated, fiddling with the hat atop his head nervously, lifting it to smooth down his curls before repositioning it.

“A plan?” You repeated, grinning. “Sounded like you were going to say something else for a second.”

Frankie hid his face from you as he bent to pick up his toolbox, opening it once more to make sure he didn’t forget anything first. “I uh, I almost said date,” he admitted, and you could see the blush creeping up his neck. “I didn’t wanna be too forward.”

You waited patiently for him to stand back up, watching him avoid eye contact with you. You thought it was adorable, how sweet he was that he was worried about seeming too forward when you’d spent the day carefully leading him like a horse to water.

“A date it is.” You declared, smiled widening as you watched Frankie’s embarrassment make way for his own happy grin.

Bonus scene:

[4:23] Fish:  Idk how you do it but you were right [4:24] Pope:  I know [4:25] Pope:  About what? [4:26] Fish:  I’ve got a date with my neighbor next week [4:26] Fish:  She invited me to the Rays game [4:26] Pope:  Really? Nice! [4:27] Pope:  You sure thats a date? [4:27] Fish:  100% [4:27] Pope:  You’re the man 🐟 [4:28] Pope:  Half man half fish [4:28] Pope:  🧜🏻‍♀️🧜🏻‍♀️🧜🏻‍♀️ [4:32] Pope:  Fish? [4:36] Pope:  You ignoring me? [4:42] Pope:  Hello? [4:45] 🧜🏻‍♀️: HOW DID YOU CHANGE MY NAME?! [4:46] 🧜🏻‍♀️:  PUT IT BACK!

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