Imagine the OPLA men (I'm thinking specifically Shanks, because I'm me) fighting playfully over dinner and one of them (love interest) licks the piece of food and goes "I licked it so it's mine." And you proceed to full on Miley Cyrus lick their cheek.

"I ain't worried about the blood. I'm worried about the stain. You don't even know how many times I've had to do this." Lockley rummaged through his cab's trunk; Moon Knight case went one way, pack of full water bottles the other. Someone had to do the shopping on top of everything else around here and it wasn't like Grant was going to come down from his skyscraper.

Which left Lockley to haggle and schlep it all in his cab in addition to making money that didn't come from blood or stocks. "Aha," he said triumphantly, handing the girl a fresh box of baking soda. "Toss the jeans in ice cold water. If it sticks, dab some o' this over it in a paste. Let it work for a coupla hours an' then toss it in the wash."

it   took   a   lot   to   make   mayven   feel   embarrassed   or   shy   —   and   this   was   not   one   of   those   moments.   an   amused   smile   and   crinkled   brows   pulled   at   her   features   while   she   watched   jake   rummage   through   his   cab   in   a   near-panicked   state.   was   it   the   fact   that   her   pants   were   possibly   doomed ?   or   because   he   knew   mayven   wouldn’t   do   shit   to   clean   that   shit   up ?   either   way,   it   was   a   warm   bubbly   feeling   that   nestled   in   her   chest   at   the   thought   of   someone   actually   giving   a   fuck   about   her   blood-stained   pants.   if   only   she   had   that   sort   of   caring   when   she   was   younger.  

Y E S. YES YES!

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