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chiquititaosita · 1 year

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˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ drabbles de osita • sir crocodile x latina! Farmer reader (headcanons)

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ I blame @owlight for this 😒 and @backwzzds for MAKING HIS PERSONALITY SMOOTH AS A MOFUCKA @kenruu @sanjisblackasswife

- being his girlfriend as a farmer. With those sweet eyes, and that melanin in your skin, you’re the one that’s highly respected like a true princess in crocodiles eyes

- Now being his little lamb! Yes he calls you his little lamb!! Because you’re so small precious and delicate.

- “Hi honey!!” You’ll be kissing him and looking for him at your casino in alabasta. When he finds you in a perfect casual dress. He bought for you he just smiles.

-“ah there’s my little lamb. You never cease to fail turning this frown upside down you know my darling y/n.” He swoons your heart everytime. Besides after what happened with Robin. You made him apologize for everything and makeup for her values. You’re the woman that keeps him in check (besides shanks of course 🙄)

- “oh thank you amorcito!” Your smile and the blush on your face as he held your hands and kissed your knuckles gently.

-“now what brings my little lamb here?” He’ll look at you in the sight of watching how sweet you’ll look you have a basket behind your back that contains produce of tomates (tomatoes) from your harvest you’ve been working on in your families farm. “I’ve brought you these mi mama wanted you to taste them. And I know the best ways we can cook them.”

-his heart is touched surely he’s never met a woman as hardworking and gentle as you. He hates to watch you get your delicate hands dirty. Mans is a high class assassin and A business owner! So he knows how he feels about this. He can’t help but feel guilty, he then scoffs, and clicks his tongues and then stands up. To inspect the basket, and then pick up the tomato, smelling it. they’re seen to be different shades of light green and lime green to red. “My darling dear, why are these greeen??” He chuckled and smiled with his devious and smitten smirk on his face with the stitches across his nose from ear to ear.

-“thats because They’re fresh tomates! They’ll turn into a nice beautiful shade of red give it time! I’ll make sopa for us tonight.”

-“nonsense my y/n you must be sitting here looking all beautiful for me what if you burn your hands on the stove or the what is it called that one pan?”

-“the comal?”

-“yes what about the comal/griddle?? Surely you can let the chefs cook it.”

-“but sopa doesn’t need to cooked on a comal-“

-“ oh it doesn’t, but still! Take a break! You can’t be working all day when you come home to your handsome man like me??”

-“I mean I suppose I could take a break.” “Then a break is what you’ll have. Come along now we have shopping for you to do!”

- he is going to spoil the fuck out of you. Sexually and emotionally, AND PHYSICALLY.

- now him fucking the shit out of you! You’re a pillow princess okay! BE PROUD OF IT!

-him eating you out from behind when his hook is already taking off your panties. And he’s already fingering you with his ringed up digits.

-“you’re gonna be great mommy you know that my little lamb??” You’re just gonna nod and have that face of oh god I’m being fucked dumb. Legs shaking, thighs aching. EATING YOU OUT HES HUNGRY FOR MORES

-meanwhile it’s been a few days… there’s this one time HE ALMOST SENT A GOAT FROM YOUR FARM!!! TO THE MEAT FACTORY!!

-“hey croccy??” He looks up at your question, “what’s for dinner?”…..your boyfriend sitting in his office reading through paper work… “goat soup..”

- your heart was in your stomach, asyour eyes would widened!! “Which goat….?”

-“the baby goat we found last week…” he speaks lowly and spits it out fast. You’ll get it out of him. That minute your eyes start to flood with tears in your eyes…. You drop your plates and they break, and the basket you made for that baby goat foal, that you and crocodile rescued. You left crying and went up to the farm running. Ignoring him. You don’t want to even talk to him….. he makes it up to you when it’s dinner time.

-“y/n…it’s me…..darling can I come in??” you’re in the goat pen with the babies, you’re holding the baby goats sisters buttercup and bubbles… the one who apparently was sent off to the meat factory was blossom…y/n sighed sadly. “I brought you dinner…it’s not goat I promise…it’s some sushi..” he spoke gently and sat down next to her… the goat pen was so big enough, Little did y/n know. Crocodile already sent his minions to go get blossom immediately. and he surprised you with baby girl herself. “You got her back for me??” Y/n was crying happily hugging the baby goat and kissing her head as blossom is bleating, and then giving crocodile a big smoothie kiss. “Okay you’re sleeping on the floor tonight!?”

-“BUT I GOT HER BACK FOR YOU?!”

-“ do you want me to sell your hook?”

-that’s when he knows to never talk back. Overall I say he has learned the hard way and his mamacita farmer y/n can put him in his place

#˗ˏˋ꒰🐊 ꒱ sir crocodile #˗ˏˋ꒰🐄꒱ one piece imagines #sir crocodile x reader #sir crocodile #x latina! reader #˗ˏˋ꒰🐂 ꒱ one piece dilfs #one piece x afab reader #one piece x reader #one piece x poc reader #˗ˏˋ꒰ 🫶🏼 ꒱ ositas one piece master list

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whumpacabra · 4 months

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31. Jackrabbit

Loss of communications, community isolation, anticipated violence, fictional politics, implied military violence, briefly implied past captivity, referenced stitches

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Harrison felt a bit guilty watching Wolf shift uneasily in the diner booth. When he had asked if Wolf wanted to be left alone or get breakfast with them, he already knew the answer.

Wolf would clearly rather not go anywhere or do anything, but he was even more reluctant to be left behind. Harrison understood. He couldn’t blame Wolf for agreeing even though they both knew he wasn’t quite up for the clatter and din of the diner and its patrons.

Neither of them wanted to be alone again.

At the very least, Wolf looked better - color in his cheeks, dark hair clean and free of blood. Save for the gauze covering the fresh stitches across the right side of his head, he looked the best Harrison had seen him since before the Box.

“Here’s you go; careful, it’s hot.” The owner and hostess was Merrill’s wife he had discovered. Lucy was her name. It wasn’t a guarantee of the character of this little village, but it did ease Harrison’s mind as he watched the two old women smile at each other and speak in soft whispers.

“How they doin’?”

“Well as they can.”

“And you?”

“Right as rain sugar.”

There was a jingle as the door to the diner opened, a flush of cold air following. Wolf was on high alert, jaw set and eyes sharp as he sized up the threat: Thomas, shaking snow from his hat with a huff.

“Gettin’ bad out there?”

“Naw, just dusting is all.” Thomas gave Lucy a nod before looking to their booth, sliding in next to Harrison. “You boys get something to eat yet?”

“Yessir.” Harrison smiled, giving a lazy salute to the little old lady behind the counter. “Lucy makes a damn good omelette.”

“Don’t overdo it son, I’m in no hurry to see you sick.” Dan sighed, dropping into the booth across from Merrill. (Harrison was grateful on Wolf’s behalf that he was being given personal space.) It didn’t look like Dan’s investigation into the diner’s landline proved insightful.

“Still no phone?”

“Nope. My bet’s they cut it out past the pastures.”

“You’d be right.” Thomas piped up, shooting Harrison an apologetic but grim smile. “Carlisle’s checked their perimeter fence this morning. Phone lines are down and plenty of tire tracks from the south.”

While Dan, Merrill, and Thomas were making a point to busy themselves with their coffee, tea, and bagels Harrison watched the gathering storm in Wolf’s eyes. Something between grief and fear.

“You don’t have any other communications? A cell phone? Radio?” He needed Jennings and their people here ASAP. Nothing annoyed covert ops more than nosy journalists, mostly because they were hard to kill without drawing attention.

“Cell service doesn’t reach out here. Could try driving over to Duck Creek but…”

“Good chance they’re out on the roads.” Dan finished for Thomas, taking a sip of coffee. “As for the radio, anything from the sherif?” Thomas perked up, smile tentative.

“Got him at the edge of its range this morning. Kept it short and sweet but he’s going to do some needling.” He turned to Harrison, clearly trying to be reassuring. “He’s got friends in the nearby installations. Even if he can’t call ‘em off he can at least get a finger on their pulse so we know what we’re dealing with.”

“More than you can handle.”

Harrison could feel Thomas tense beside him, Wolf’s gravelly baritone bringing a hush over the tables. There was still the sizzle of bacon on the griddle and Lucy humming softly to the staticky drone of a country song.

“What makes you say that, son?” Dan’s voice wasn’t accusatory, soft with gentle curiosity, trying to coax more from him. Wolf glanced to Harrison, who gave an encouraging nod when he saw the sharp focus behind his eyes.

“You’re civilians in a civilian town. You can’t win this fight.”

“With all due respect, we can handle ourselves.” Thomas’ self confidence shrunk as Wolf eyed him, gaze flickering to his holstered pistol.

“Have you ever shot a man, Deputy?”

“That’s enough, son.” Dan interrupted before Thomas could reply, a blush rising up the younger man’s ears and his throat bobbing as he looked away. Wolf’s judgement lingered on the deputy before he turned to Dan.

(Harrison would say he was impressed, seeing Wolf choose to ignore a direct commend for even a heartbeat.)

“Past experience aside, none of us are in any condition to dig in for a fight and you are not prepared for a siege.”

“Then what’s the plan Wolf?” Thankfully, Wolf’s intensity shifted to him - something that would have made his stomach turn a few days ago.

“We need to leave.“

“As I said, son, they’re probably on the roads already.”

“Then we best make an effort before the noose closes.”

“Where?” Mel’s question was simple and soft. “Where would you go?” Wolf’s eyes flicked between her and Harrison.

“North.” Harrison shrugged, filling in the sketch of a plan Wolf had provided. “Try and get across the border. Not foolproof but safer than staying in the States, I guess.”

“You can’t just leave; you’re injured, and - “

“Are we prisoners?” Wolf’s question made Thomas’ mouth snapped closed. When he didn’t reply, Wolf turned his eyes to Dan.

“No. Tommy’s just worried is all.” The old medic gave Harrison a glance of reassurance. “I can walk you down to the Trautmire’s garage. They probably haven’t demo’d the humvee yet.”

Harrison could almost feel the stress leave Wolf’s body language, shoulders easing and expression slackening as he nodded.

“I would like that. Harrison?”

There wasn’t fear in his eyes, no anxious need for approval or support. Harrison felt a smile tug at his lips. He didn’t know if it was another of Wolf’s façades, but at least he seemed to be easing into being his own person again.

“Kinda tired, to be honest.” He laughed weakly, his body genuinely worn down from the energy it took to keep up with the conversation. “I’ll stay here - you can pick me up on your way back.”

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(An AU of my Freelancers series)

Taglist: @i-eat-worlds @whumpy-daydreams

#loss of communications #community isolation #anticipated violence #fictional politics #implied military violence #past captivity #stitches #freelancers au #sorry for the plot but if you want more angsty goodness i need Situations to arise #there's snow on the ground and ive gotten enough sleep after traveling to feel human again #might post updates to this sporadically until febuwhump rolls around

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gumnut-logic · 1 year

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My current project 😁 Scarf, 50 cmm by 180cm, give or take my whim 😁 Scheepjes Spirit in griddle stitch.

#scheepjes #crochet #nuttybeads

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apothecarywormcrud · 22 days

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💚💙 gimme that gridlaw

💚 do they both realize they have a crush early on, or does it take them forever to realize?

griddle gets a lil crush almost immediately bc sometimes when a dude puts your heart in a cube thats all you can rlly do in response but doesnt think much of it bc they barely know the guy. it gets worse after they hit Close Friends territory and they realize they care abt him a lot on top of everything else. law takes a hot second to develop feelings to begin with and even then i don't think he's paying any proper attention. punk hazard is the point when it Really sets in bc aint nothin better for Gay Realizations than locking two guys alone on an island together and then going oh yeah btw you have to pretend you don't know or like each other. also this bird woman is going to flirt with your centipede right in front of you and you cant do fuck or shit about it. have fun!

🩵 do they both act different once they realize they’re falling for the other? maybe stuttering or fidgeting or daydreaming more often?

ONE MILLION YEARS REPRESSION BAYBEE!! griddle has no behavioral changes they just think about getting decapitated a lot. probably gets mildly antsy when they need treatment for injuries bc uwu the intimacy of lacerations deep enough to require stitches, or whatever. law i think actually gets. more distant and irritable bc hes like clearly the solution to catching feelings is to remove myself from the situation until they go away. flawless fucking victory. now your friend thinks you're mad at them, idiot.

#ass memes #gridlaw

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petjointsau · 1 year

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This divine crochet cat couch is the perfect way to keep kitty off your sofa while pampering her in perfect comfort. This couch is worked in a textured griddle stitch and features its own granny square afghan.

Orders yours here:

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yarn-over-matter · 1 year

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Hi there! I just came across your gingham crochet bag. It's absolutely gorgeous, and I was curious if you had a pattern?

Thank you!

I used a griddle stitch pattern that alternates between a single crochet and double crochet.

There are more detailed instructions here

For constructing the bag, I attached three granny squares together to form a rectangle and then went up in circles with the griddle stitch.

Hope this helps!

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kelly-makes-things · 1 year

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Buffalo Plaid Crochet Blanket

Materials

6mm (J) crochet hook, 4.5mm hook (for border)

Patons Canadiana yarn in Cardinal (6 skeins), Black (4) and Burgundy (6)

Red Buffalo Check Crochet Blanket Pattern by Daisy Farm Crafts

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I really like the texture of this blanket -- between the griddle stitch (alternating single and double crochet) and carrying the alternate color through -- the texture is nice and squishy. This was a gift for my nephew, who said it is “epic!”

Adjustments

I could not find my size I hook, so I used a J hook instead. It turned out well, with good drape, though it would probably be warmer with the smaller hook.

I made it wider than the pattern prescribed, chaining perhaps 181 (instead of 111) to get a width of ~42 inches wide (pre-border). I then added rows until it was about 57 inches long, being sure to end on a red row, not black, to help the border blend well. With the border, I think the blanket is about 45″ x 60″

#crochet #crochetblanket

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thecrochetcrowd · 2 months

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Simple Crochet Coaster Set

The Crochet Simple Coaster Set is simply the Crochet Griddle Stitch. I will provide a tutorial for that stitch on its own below. The Griddle Stitch is simple: 1 single crochet and the next stitch is 1 double crochet. When you do the next row, a double crochet is in the single crochet stitch, and a single crochet is in the double crochet stitch. It takes away the lines of crochet and compacts…

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selsorenda · 3 years

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Day 7 is a crochet cowl made with Red Heart Super Saver in the color Jade. It took 5 hours to make. I used an H (5 mm) hook, and a simple repeat of the griddle stitch throughout. The griddle stitch is a repeat of *single crochet, double crochet.*

#crochet #crochetblr #crocheters of tumblr #crochetersofig #crochet cowl #cowl #handmade #yarn #yarnblr #yarn crafts #red heart super saver #red heart yarn #griddle stitch #day 7 #358 days remain

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aftergloom · 2 years

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A Darth Maul Punk Rock AU: Headcanons for "The Mixtape"

Notes: Just setting up for another fic. 😬 This is totally SFW. Not a drop of smut to be found. It's so pure it practically squeaks. I can't promise the same for what I'll end up doing with it, but I wanted to get the ideas out and into one pile to sift through first.

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- It takes him a minimum of fifteen minutes to lace up his boots every time he puts them on, and since they’re the only ones he’ll wear, you’ve just gotta wait him out.

- He wears his jeans off his hips under a heavy, studded belt. If he lifts his arms, you’ll get an eyefull of stomach and hipbones and sex lines, and a smug smirk if he catches you staring.

- He's tattooed from toe to tip, but the only thing he ever says about the marks is that his brother did the work when he was small. When you ask him what they all mean, he only says, "They're so I don't forget where I came from."

- His leather jacket is patched with black and white screen-printed badges from bands you’ve probably never heard of. He’s been to every show. That jacket is like armour, and not because of the studs screwed into the shoulders and lapels. They’re no worse than his horns, but still you feel a strong sense of being protected when he tosses it over your shoulders too casually on those occasions when you get chilly.

- The jacket smells like him, and it’s always warmed from his body heat. It’s not a nice scent — he hardly ever takes the thing off — so beneath the clove and musk scent of his skin, there’s cigarette smoke and late nights and that shitty stale dive bar smell that clings to the leather. It’s perfect in how imperfect it is: stitched together and a little roughed up — just like him.

- He plays three chords and complains every time his mic gives off static. Of course he’s in a band. No, he’ll never sell out. He’s seen what money does to music. He knows how alluring the prospect of selling his soul is for power: Ask him about the time he almost signed to Dark Side Records, and he’ll shut down — gets this darksome look in his eye whenever someone mentions that manager he worked with… Sid? You think that’s what the guy’s name was. Maul doesn’t like talking about it, but you know those music industry types are fickle, and you know Sid eventually moved on to the next big thing. Some kid named Skywalker, last you heard…

- The person he becomes at a show is not someone you ever want to tangle with. Every hurt, every failure, every bit of rage needs to go somewhere and he either brings it to the stage, or he lets it out in the pit. He’s like a gladiator in there: relentless, vicious, fuelled entirely by hatred for a system that he understands but can never topple -- an evil empire, set on keeping him down. You think he might've been different when he was younger, but the Maul you met that night on the street corner outside the bar with his bloody knuckles and bleeding lip shot you a grin that was all predatory satisfaction -- that wasn't what caught your attention, though: whatever roiling, burning, consumptive thing inside him that lit hit eyes like that? That was how you knew he was different; someone to fear and admire... someone you couldn't help find yourself drawn to.

- He's most protective of his brothers, as they're all he has left of his family. Sure, he's got a few friends -- the guys in the band and the others who hang around the ramshackle, rundown Opress house... but he's fiercest about Savage and Feral, and living practically on top of each other like they do, they've got their own rhythms. They mostly make rent, too, and there's always beer in the fridge and a stereo that crackles when the volume gets turned up too loud and no one much cares about the cracks in the walls. They get by. They look after their own.

- He hates his job almost to the point where that you worry he might go full guerrilla on the breakfast buffet if he has to wake up one more morning at five a.m. to work the griddle. It pays the bills. It's honest, knuckle-down work, even if it's not glamorous and even if he'll come home smelling like cooking grease... even if he wears the stains on his undershirts like they're a badge of pride. He's got burns on his hands from it, but not the scars... those, you think, have come from someplace else he doesn't like to talk about.

- The rivalry between him and Kenobi is a thing of legend. Some say the point of origin was a battle of the bands type deal, and that they were there to see it happen: Kenobi shoved Maul off the stage when Maul got in his face when The Jedi Knight's set ran too long, and Maul struck the safety rail on the way down. All you know is that it cost him much more than the use of his legs for a summer, and that the price of the surgery to fix him up landed him with medical debt and a lifetime shackled to the griddle at Dex's Diner.

- He sleeps with his mattress directly on the floor, no box spring, cinderblock for a bedside table. He keeps paperbacks around. Maybe too many of them. He's a reader, and you suspect the newspapers he's used like curtains have been thoroughly read too. There's an amp in the corner. It's a spartan room, which he says is fine: he doesn't care about stuff. He doesn't need possessions. Maul's got other preoccupations, and when you sit on the floor with him and he picks up his guitar to play for you, you can understand why... he fills his life with things that are more important to him: his music.

- You'll never hear it from him, directly -- maybe it's Feral or the girl Feral's not-dating, home from school for the summer, who tells you quietly about the cassette tape they found in Feral's car that once belonged him. It's got ten songs on it, from ten different bands, and you have to listen to it to really, truly understand why it is that after all this time, Maul hasn't kissed you yet. There were moments; hell, there were opportunities where the tension got so thick that you thought that maybe... but never. He's never even touched you. Not like that. But then you listened to the tape for the first time, sitting with your knees up under your chin in the Opress brothers' living room, you realized that you'd been going about it all wrong:

- Maul has only ever needed someone to understand him: someone who operates on the same beats per minute, who can decipher his nervous habits under the tinny of a high hat and the rattle of a snare drum; someone who can hear the beat of his hearts in everything he does -- every ache, and every longing, and every pain offered up on a melody that you've been listening to the whole time you've shared his company but never really heard...

But Maul's like a song you're never really able to get out of your head once you've heard it the first time, so you just keep hitting rewind whenever you think you're getting to the end. You can never get enough of him either.

#Darth Maul #Darth Maul Headcanons #Maul #Star Wars #Darth Maul x Reader #Darth Maul x You #AFAB Reader #88:88verse #The Mixtape #punk rock au

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ericacrochets · 2 years

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Griddle Stitch Scarf by Tiffany Brown

Free Crochet Pattern Here

#free #free pattern #crochet #crochet pattern #accessories

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asexualbookbird · 2 years

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GLOVES!!

Did I forget to take my own progress pictures? yes, but thats what friends who are gift recipients are for. Did I then also forget to save and post said pictures? YES BUT TIME IS FAKE AND THE INTERNET IS ETERNAL

Anyway! Gloves! In GRIDDLE stitch! In Meaningful Colors™️! These were fun and relatively easy but boy howdy do I hate stitching into the edge of stitches.

#bookbird babbles #snapshots #fiber arts #crochet adventures

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crochetmelovely · 3 years

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Photo Tutorial - How To Crochet: The Griddle Stitch!

Photo Tutorial – How To Crochet: The Griddle Stitch!

❈ ❈ ❈ ❈ ❈ ❈ ❈ ❈ ❈ ❈ Thanks for visiting my page! Here is a written tutorial with photos on how to make the Griddle Stitch! First, with any project you’ll need a crochet hook and yarn. Any yarn or hook will do for learning this stitch. For this tutorial you’ll need to know how to make Chains (CH), tutorial here! How to make the Single Crochet Stitch (SC), tutorial here! And the Double Crochet…

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petjointsau · 1 year

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This couch is worked in a textured griddle stitch and features its own granny square afghan. Home Decor at it's finest. Gifts For the home and your loved cat!

https://www.etsy.com/au/listing/1394693091/cat-couch-furniture-home-decor

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slashscowboyboots · 3 years

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Happy Taco Truck: Ice Cream Dreamboat (Part 1)

(all photo credit goes to owners)

I know it’s only been months, but it feels like years since I’ve shared a fic! This is a continuation of @no-stone-no-bone‘s awesome fic Duff’s Doughnuts (link here). I agree with Skyler, I’d love to see other writers write about the different food trucks and make this a series. This was supposed to be a one-shot, but as I am physically incapable of writing short fics, this is a two-parter. Buckle in!

Tag list: @izzysdenimjacket @no-stone-no-bone @sexcoffeeandrockandroll @awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands @smokeandmirrorz @sodalitefully @roger-taylors-car @harley-m-rose if you’d like to be tagged let me know, we all know how wonderful the tags work though

Warnings: language, sibling promiscuity, lonely cooking, terminal embarrassment, Axl and Tracii are Axl and Tracii

Thunk thunk thunk.

It was another scorcher inside your food truck, the vicious heat wafting off the griddle pummeling your face as you deftly raked your spatula through a pile of crisping beef tips, then piled them into a fluffy shell, handing it off for your sister Skyler to kiss with your award-winning cilantro lime crema and hand out to the customer.

You couldn’t resist moving up to the open side to watch the patron, a long-haired man wearing a nose chain with “Endless Burgers” stitched on his shirt, take a bite of your creation, then bend at the knees from ecstasy and dig a ten dollar bill from his pocket, stuffing it in your tip jar.

It has been gangbusters during the lunch rush in The Circle, the informal name given to the parking lot of ornery hooligans who fed the masses during the day and lingered behind late in the evening for a bit of recreational hell-raising.

There was a plethora of culinary delights scattered around you, including Duff’s Doughnuts, Tracii and Phil’s Sno-Cones, Stoney & Cready’s Homewrecker Corndogs, and Jon and Richie’s Jersey Essentials (you never really knew what they were selling, apart from Aqua Net and the occasional cheesesteak, but after they began offering rippers-deep fried hot dogs-Skyler made frequent trips over to ask Richie if she could eat his weenie). And from what you heard, they all knew how to throw down at night.

You never stayed to find out, though. Your shyness forced you to fire up Helen the Happy Taco truck and drive home, leaving Skyler behind to do God-knows-what to who-knows-what, and you arrived in the mornings to find her either helping Kelly from Nickels’ BBQ feed his pink-painted porcine smoker, both of them covered in hickeys, or nearly trading blows with the loudmouth redhead who ran the ice cream truck.

Today, however, you’d found her with someone new. When you pulled into the lot, you saw her with her arms wrapped around a guy with long hair wearing a flannel shirt and shorts, gazing raptly into his piercing blue eyes. “Bye, Ed,” she murmured, pecking a kiss on his mouth.

“Who was that?” you asked, your eyebrows shooting skywards.

“Produce man,” she answered quickly.

“Were you getting us a good deal?’

“You know it.”

You peeled your gloves off and wiped your sweating face with a paper towel, trying to blot off as much grease as possible. “I’m taking a break. I need some ice cream.”

“I got you a frozen lemonade on my break. It’s gonna taste like shit when you drink it with that ice cream.”

“I don’t care.”

“Punch that dick Axl in the face while you’re over there. He’s on my last fucking nerve.”

You trudged down to “Axl and Izzy’s Frozen Delights,” eager to leave the brutal swelter inside your truck. Standing in front of their window, you bent backwards and cracked your aching back, then a raspy voice asked, “Can I help you?”

You looked up into the most beautiful doe eyes you’d ever seen, hazel verging on gold in the afternoon sunlight, belonging to a guy with messy brown hair tied back with a bandanna, and suddenly your feet didn’t hurt anymore. “Hi,” you said faintly.

“Hey,” he replied, smiling at you, and you felt your breath leave you. “I’m Izzy, who might you be?”

“Y/N.”

“What can I get for you?”

Your brain instantly forgot how to make words. “Cone,” you muttered.

His smile grew even bigger. “What do you want in your cone?”

“Ice cream.”

He chuckled softly. “What kind?”

“I don’t know.”

Those gorgeous eyes were full of merriment, crinkling at the corners. “You don’t know?”

“No.” Get ahold of yourself, you’re sounding like a moron. “Uh, chocolate?”

“Sure. I mean, as long as you’re sure about that.” He winked at you, then turned to the freezer case behind him, and you got an exquisite view of his perfect ass, your mouth open and your breath coming in gasps, then he turned around and grinned, catching you mid-gawk, and you immediately wanted the earth to swallow you up.

“Thank you,” you blurted when he handed you your cone, then you turned to leave.

“Uh, Y/N?”

“Uh huh?” You couldn’t believe he was going to prolong putting up with your awkward ass.

“Aren’t you going to pay me?”

“Oh,” you said, humiliation bringing a knot to your throat, and you handed him a crumpled pile of bills and scuttled away before you could cry.

“Sis, you mind if I head out a little early?” you asked. “I’ve got a headache and I want to go home.”

“Sure. I think we’re done for today. You sure you’re okay?”

You hadn’t said a word all afternoon, just cooked and sweated and tried not to think about what a failure you were. This was why you didn’t stick around at night, even though you longed to, to laugh and have fun with all the crazy characters around you. Because you’d fuck it up if you did.

Why wasn’t I born normal? you thought bitterly. Why am I the disaster in the family?

“Yeah,” you said quietly. “I’m fine.”

That’s why your tacos were so delicious. Because you were such a loser, you stayed home and perfected them instead of going out and having a life. With no demands on your personal time, you discovered that lime made your chicken taco sing, while a little tomato sauce was the secret to juicier ground beef.

Your loneliness was the key to Happy Taco’s success.

And you’d give everything you knew away just to be cool for five minutes.

“OPEN UP!!” a male voice hollered. Bam! Bam! Bam! “Little pig, little pig, let me in!”

Skyler dropped the hatch. “Tracii! Ferfucksakes! We just got here!”

Tracii grinned under his bandanna. “I wanna eat your taco.”

“It is an honor and a privilege to serve you a Happy Taco,” she answered, leaning on the counter and linking her fingers. “However, we haven’t got anything set up and the only kind we can get you is our el pastor.”

“Okay,” he said, “gimme two,” and Skyler nodded to you.

You sliced the meat off the trompo, carefully evening out the sides, all the while reliving the embarrassment of the previous afternoon in your head. Maybe you could drive Helen down to Baja California and start life anew, under a different name.

“Hey!” Tracii yelped, his eyes on you. “I know you! You’re the one Izzy was talking about last night,” and your knife nearly stabbed the metal pole holding up the pork and pineapple mass.

“Yeah,” he smiled lazily, “you are a looker, aren’t you? How come you don’t party with us? Izz said you seemed kinda shy.”

With your eyes wide and heart hammering, you handed the tacos to Skyler, whose mouth was hanging open in shock.

Before she could say anything, Tracii handed her his money and sauntered off, orgasmically moaning as he chewed, and Axl stepped up to the window.

“The fuck you want?” Skyler snapped. “”It’s too early in the day for you to pick a fight, asshole.”

“I’m not here to fight,” he growled, slamming down a wad of dollars. “This is from Izzy. For her ice cream,” and he jutted his chin towards you. “He says you eat for free at our truck. The bo-both of you,” he gritted, the agony of that idea etching deeply on his face.

“Thank you,” you smiled in surprise.

His eyes met yours, waving off your delight. “Yeah, he’ll be down later.”

“Yes, thank you, Axl,” Skyler said. “May we offer you an el pastor taco?”

“No,” he said, already retreating. “Pork gives me the shits.”

Izzy did come by later, just in time for your sister to run off on her break.

“Hi, Izzy,” you said, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“Hey,” he smiled, looking delicious in his sunglasses. “So what kind of tacos do you have?”

You recited the list. “El pastor, carnitas, beef tips, seasoned ground beef, chicken, shrimp, and uh, lengua.”

“What’s that?”

“Uh, tongue.”

He pulled a face and stuck out his tongue, and you giggled, your shyness melting away at his goofiness. “No, no, it’s really good. Imagine the most tender, flavorful pot roast. Everyone always orders seconds.”

“I think I’ll pass on the tongue, that one anyways, and have one shrimp and one chicken. How much do I owe you?”

“Nothing. Uh, you and Axl, you eat for free here too. Thank you, by the way, that’s very generous.”

He grinned wider, and you noticed he’d hadn’t stopped smiling at you since he showed up. “Don’t mention it.”

You opened the shrimp and chicken containers, then threw the meat down on the griddle and moved it around, forcing yourself to focus on sauteing and not burning down the fucking truck because Izzy was outside.

He peeked in the window, looking around the interior of the truck. “So how long have you been cooking?”

“Oh, since I was small. I was at a stove before I could see over it. These are all my grandmother's recipes.” You scooped the fillings into their shells, then grabbed the crema.

“Hey, I only ordered two,” Izzy protested when you handed him his tacos in a cardboard to-go basket.

“One of the chicken ones is Axl’s. Consider it a peace offering.”

“Thank you. Hey, Y/N, I was wondering if-”

“Hey, Y/N, I was wondering if I could get some fucking service around here,” a mullet-sporting, Confederate flag t-shirt wearing asshole growled, and Izzy waved, then walked away.

He returned the next day, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day, working his way through your menu and bringing you a different-flavored milkshake each time. He loved all of the tacos he tried, even daring to sample the beef tongue, then immediately ordered another one.

“Told you,” you grinned.

He always made conversation with you while you cooked, his eyes locked on yours as he ate, but every time he finished, there was always a line to tend to, and Skyler made herself scarce as soon as she spotted him. You never returned to his truck for ice cream, and spent your downtime cleaning the flattop, lighting out as soon as you turned over the CLOSED sign.

“You know,” your sister said to you as you turned the key in the ignition, “if you stayed, you’d probably hook up with Izzy.”

“No,” you said sadly, “I’m a hot mess. I’d say something stupid and he’d run away.”

“Can’t talk with his tongue in your mouth,” she teased, “or some other part.”

“SKYLER!” you shrieked as she cackled, then you sighed and leaned your head against the steering wheel. “I’m not like you.”

“You don’t have to be,” she said, leaning over and stroking your hair. “Just give him a chance.”

“I can’t stay here and have Helen be a-a sin wagon.”

“It’s not like we have orgies!” Skyler laughed. “At least your man doesn't. He plays guitar and Axl sings, when he’s not being a dumbass.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. And then Izzy sings, and Kelly gives me The Look and……”

“Or the produce man shows up.”

“Or Eddie the produce man shows up.” She gave you a slight smile. “C’mon, Sis, stay. He likes you.”

“He doesn’t know me.”

“Then get to know him. Axl says he’s pining.”

You looked at her in surprise. “When did you talk to Axl?”

“When he told me that chicken taco you gave him was the best thing he’s ever had.”

You smiled at his praise, drumming your fingertips on the steering wheel. “Maybe I’ll stay sometime.”

“Pining,” Skyler said, then hopped off the truck.

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