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moonydustx · 7 months

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The night cook.

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Summary: Insomnia has struck one of the crew and Sanji is willing to find out. Meanwhile, you try to deal with your fear as best you can.

Warnings: I don't know, mention of clowns maybe (yes, exactly what you're thinking).

Word count: 1.4k

Pairing: OPLA!Sanji x F!Reader.

A/N: I have a new obsession and I need to write more and more. I watched the series in one day and now I'm racing against time to catch up with the anime (and soon move on to the manga). It has not been proofread so I apologize for possible errors.

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Sanji was starting to get stressed.

Despite the short time he had been part of the crew, he already knew where he belonged: the kitchen. He could spend hours there and felt comfortable. But something bothered him. Every morning, some fruit always appeared cut, food scraps in the trash, his knives disorganized. He wouldn't look for trouble right away, but he was aware of every move.

Your steps dragged to the kitchen, after another bad night's sleep. The dark circles under his eyes were visible from afar, as was his bad mood.

"Good morning madame! Glad you joined us today for coffee." Sanji caught your attention, placing your plate in front of you.

"Good morning sunshine, your mood seems to brighten the day." Zoro teased you, only earning an eye roll.

You stared at the food in front of you. They looked appetizing, but hunger seemed to be nowhere in your body. You rolled them from one side to the other, without removing any pieces, while heard the others talking in the distance.

"Everything is fine?" The cook's voice caught your attention, a quick glance was enough to realize that the others had already eaten their meals. "Sorry to say ma'am, but you look tired."

"It's okay Ji. I'm just discouraged." You stand up, handing the plate back to him. "They look delicious, but I'm out of food, I'm sorry."

"Nothing to apologize for, my sweet. I heard that if you eat with a full stomach, or in your case without hunger, you can't enjoy the food and the last thing I want is for you to not like one of my dishes ." He leaned on the table, watching you.

"That's impossible. I could eat anything you make, as long as it's you making it."

It had been a while since the two of you exchanged small gestures, small flirtations. Unlike most other women, you weren't bothered by what he said. You felt seen, admired like never before, even though you knew he would say that to a thousand others. Plus, it was fun to see him shy with your answers.

"So... What can I do special for you today. Choose and I'll do it."

"Surprise me!"

You left it in the kitchen and if you looked back, you could see it lost in your image. None of the other beauties would be like that beauty, her beauty. Even though he was still lost, Sanji tried to regain his thoughts, thinking about the perfect lunch.

You got caught up in the tasks on the boat, all to keep the tiredness out of your body. Despite having heard the call for lunch you decided to postpone it, as well as dinner.

When you returned to bathe, you could see that everyone had retired to their rooms. Even with the most comfortable clothes, the coziest sheet and the cool sea breeze coming through the window, it only took a few minutes of sleep for you to wake up sweating, scared.

You were tired of it would be another wasted night. You got up and went towards the kitchen, since sleep didn't decide to appear that night, hunger had already taken its place and a salad would go well at that moment.

You gathered some radishes to cut and a few slices later, you felt the knife against your skin and was scared.

"So you're the cook for the night!" Sanji spoke suddenly.

Before you could curse him for his fright you had to hold back a scream due to the inconvenience of the pain.

"Shit, let me see." in a matter of seconds, he was already in front of you , holding your injured hand.

"It was nothing, you can rest."

"That, young lady, I will decide later." he gently placed a cloth in your hand, pressing it. "What are you doing up at this hour?"

"I couldn't sleep, I decided to prepare something."

"Honey, what's been going on?" He took your hand again, removing the cloth. "Okay, I have the solution to mine and your problem."

He took you by the hand to the bench, placing you in a sitting position, returned to the kitchen, placing a small container to heat and disappeared from sight for a few seconds, returning with a small box in his hands. It brought everything in front of you, allowing you to see what it was really about. A small box with bandage and a small plate with lasagna.

"I saved it from lunch for you, I think you'll like it."

"You know you're my favorite. Shit!" you immediately regretted trying to use your injured hand to eat.

"Now, we'll fix this." The cut was small but uncomfortable and felt a little deep.

You watched him bend down to your height and tend to the small wound like something precious while you ate. The silence between you didn't last long, against your will.

"When are you going to tell me what's been going on? You know, we're friends." Sanji charged, finishing applying the last strip. "Something is wrong with you and I can't figure it out. Besides, you've been destroying my onions in your nightly escapes."

"I'm having some trouble sleeping..." you tried to leave the explanation superficial, but the look in his eyes made it very clear that he wouldn't just buy that.

"You could have told me, you could have made me some tea or something that would help."

"It's not that." You pushed the plate away and straightened up, trying to look away from Sanji. Shame already dominated your body at that time. "It's a stupid thing."

"No mon amour, it's not. I'm here, talk to me."

"There's only one thing in the world that I'm afraid of: clowns. Be they the cute ones or the psychopaths alike..."

"Buggy. Has he been a problem?" Sanji tried to understand, although it didn't make sense since the crew hadn't seen him in days.

"First we were trapped in his circus and it was horrible. Then we had his head on board and I was sure that at any moment he was going to appear. Now, I can't stop having vivid nightmares about it." you confessed, feeling your face burn with embarrassment. "I can't sleep, so I come here at night and I always cook something. I usually watch you cook and it seems like something so relaxing, so good. It hasn't helped me much with my sleep, but at least I've been eating some of the inedible things I make ."

"I bet they're as good as the ones I make and if you don't mind, I'd love to cook with you one of these nights." he winked, eliciting a smile from you. "But for tonight, we need to sleep, finish your plate and I'll be right back with something."

A few minutes and mouthfuls later, Sanji appeared with two mugs, with some hot liquid inside them.

"Herbal tea. It'll help you fall asleep."

"I have my doubts, but…" you took a sip of the sweet drink. "It doesn't hurt to try. Are you sleep deprived too?"

"Not really, I just couldn't leave a lady drinking alone."

"If this works, I promise to buy you the next drink at a bar."

"Wait. This a date?" he asked and if it were possible, you would see hearts instead of his eyes.

"We have the drink." you pointed to the two mugs. "We had dinner." You pointed to the lasagna. "Sounds like a date."

"That miserable clown at least did one good thing"

"Don't ruin the moment, Ji."

The two of you finished your drinks in silence, a few glances exchanged were enough to get comfortable together. Sanji picked up the dishes on the table and you followed him with slower steps.

"Thank you for helping me."

"Who said our date is over?" he turned around, grasping his arm for you to intertwine. "I would never let a lady go alone to her chambers."

"You are a gentleman."

"Only for you amour." He stopped in front of your door. "It's delivered and safe."

You stood on your toes, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, really." You opened the door and before you could enter, you turned around. "Can I ask you one more thing?"

"Whatever madam wants."

"You can stay here for a while, just until I sleep."

"Of course sweetheart" He walked you into the room.

You straightened the bed and lay down on one end, watching him just stare at you, waiting for some sign that he could sit down.

"Please be my guest."

He lay down and almost automatically gave way for you to snuggle against his chest. Your laughter was suppressed when you saw him smiling widely at the contact.

"A few drinks, a dinner..."

"And you ended up in my bed." your voice was already sleepy. Maybe because of the tea, but something said it was more because of the company.

"And I ended up in the perfect place." reciprocating your gesture just now, in the little conscience you had left, you felt his lips touch your forehead. "Sleep missus. I promise not to let any harm come."

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ouchmyheart22 · 7 months

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Lucky (OPLA! Buggy the Clown x Reader)

Summary: Buggy thoroughly enjoys making you scowl and squirm as you take the night watch

WordCount: 2.5K

Rating: Semi-Explicit (mentions of sex)

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You should've never let them draw straws.

You were too honest to be going up against a womanizer, a pirate hunter and a rubber boy, although you had assumed Luffy's draw was more luck than anything.

Usopp had gone first, holding his breath as he picked between the five matches in Sanji's grip - who had complained his chef's knives shouldn't really be used to chop wood.

Usopp had been satisfied with his draw, releasing the breath he had been holding in a long sigh, wiping sweat from his brow.

Zoro picked from the pile with little interest, as always, though he seemed somewhat relieved with his draw as he tucked it between his palm.

Luffy, stalling, had attempted eeny meeny miny moe before Sanji and you had objected and eventually Luffy brandished yet another long matchstick in between his fingers

Your eyes locked with Sanji as he turned fully to you now, smiling his signature lopsided grin. Sanji winked, stepped closer, almost mocking you as he held the two seemingly identical matchsticks in his fist.

You took a short breath before gripping the matchstick closest to the blonde.

You pulled the tiny matchstick from Sanji's grip with ease, groaning as soon as you saw the size. It was no more than two inches.

The men all let out sighs of relief as you held up the comically small matchstick in front of your face.

'Sorry love. Seems you were unlucky tonight' Sanji smiled, his signature lopsided smirk.

'Luck has nothing to do with it' you mumbled, pressing your back against the kitchen island. Sanji clicked his tongue, shaking his head.

'Ah c'mon fairs fair' he grinned, pressing his now free hands into the counter next to you 'Someone had to watch him overnight'

You'd glanced back towards the bag, sitting atop the table, quiet for once, though were sure that wouldn't last for long.

'Maybe he's suffocated' Usopp tried, attempting to lighten the mood, looking around to gauge a reaction.

'We wouldn't be that lucky' Zoro answered, monotone and seemingly disappointed that the clown was still breathing,

Luffy gripped the strap of the bag, unceremoniously allowing Buggy, or what was there of him, to roll out onto the table. His bandanna askew, his makeup messy and smudged, he was by no means the fearsome leader he had once proclaimed himself to be.

Zoro chose this as his exit as he saluted you all a goodnight, his swords jangling at his waist as he left the kitchen.

'Boggy (Y/N) will be watching you tonight so please be on good behaviour' Luffy had warned, wagging his finger at the clowns head.

Buggy had grinned, allowing his eyes to focus on you, standing between Usopp and Sanji. Somehow between the two taller men you didn't feel small, but under the clown's menacing gaze you couldn't help but shrink slightly.

'Oh well I guess today is my lucky day' he grinned. His eyes darkened as he watched you turn away from his gaze, shifting slightly on one foot.

A nervous tick? Maybe. He wanted to know where they had picked you up from.

'Fucking hell what's with all this luck talk tonight? You guys sound like a bunch of gamblers' you sighed, rolling your eyes in an attempt to seem unbothered by the situation.

'You're just bitter because you drew the short straw love' Sanji commented, nudging your shoulder with his he sent you a sly smile.

'Is it really drawing straws if we did it with matches' Usopp wonders absent-minded, his mouth opening to ponder the question.

'Wanna re-do Usopp?' you turned to him with hope only to see the man raise his hands and shake his head.

'Nah nah I'm good' he started to back away, hitting his hip off the kitchen counter but choosing to ignore it despite the flinch of pain 'Like Sanji said, fairs fair'

Luffy had slapped his hands on your shoulder before following Usopp outside 'Sleep well (Y/N)'

You almost wanted to curse him out, before realising he was too sincere for such harsh words. As if you would be getting sleep with this crazy clown on your nightstand all night.

'Am I really that bad?' Buggy had queried, fake-hurt displayed on his features.

You and Sanji locked eyes instead of answering the jester.

'Just give me a shout if he gives any trouble princess' and with a wink and a snap of his fingers, Sanji had left you alone with the clown.

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Buggy had remained in the bag during the short trip to your room, much to his disappointment. Much to his relief, you had drawn the unfortunate task of buggysitting tonight. God, he couldn't decide which was worse - Arlong's crew or being passed around like a beach-ball by a bunch of brats.

'C'mon toots what's so wrong with carrying me huh? Cut a clown a break here' his voice was muffled through the fabric of the bag, though you could make out his ramblings fine. So much for hoping it would help drown out his voice tonight.

You'd placed the black bag on the floor next to your hammock as you started to sift through your own belongings. What little you had brought with you seemed a lot less now as you stared at the contents of your rucksack.

'Hey hey, let me out already. I'm dying in here' Buggy complained.

With a dramatic sigh, you'd opened the bag , briefly holding Buggy's head before setting him atop the small chest next to your hammock. Your fingers were soft, despite your quick grasp, he couldn't help but lean into the touch. The sensation of your thumb grazing his cheek left a satisfying warmth he couldn't deny felt nice. For a second, he wondered when the last time someone had touched him so carefully.

Seeing you crouch back towards the few clothes strewn about the floor Buggy had grinned, his smile elongated by his smudged lipstick.

'Oh I didn't realise I'd be getting a show tonight' he grunted, shaking his head as your eyes trailed up from your few clothing choices to the clown, who seemed very, very pleased all of a sudden.

'What are you talking about clown?' you narrowed your eyes, still crouched on the floor below him.

God Buggy wished he had his body back.

'I love red by the way. Hope you got matching panties. We picking those next?'

Someday, Buggy would learn to keep his big clown mouth shut.

The t-shirt fabric that you'd thrown over his face smelled of lavender and soap, a far cry from the sandy satchel Arlong had kept him in. He could hear you shuffling in front of him, undressing, which Buggy would've killed to see.

From the days he'd spent in the bag (with one ear in Luffy's hat) he'd learned to fine tune his hearing. He almost shuddered at the sound of a bra clasp untie, the shuffle of your feet as you walked forward to pick up a shirt. Buggy waited hopefully, for you to pick the top off his head, giving him an unobstructed view.

He doubted he'd be that lucky.

When you eventually unmasked him, dropping the t-shirt back on the floor, he gave a disappointed frown to see you fully clothed.

'If you're going for a strip tease honey, normally a negligee would be more appealing to me' he advised, baring a toothy grin.

'I don't give a fuck what you find appealing clown' you shot back, your eyes darkened, clearly annoyed with his remarks. Despite your glare, your lips were not pulled into a frown.

A soft plump pout rested just above your chin, pink and perfect, the annoyance never seemed to reach your mouth, despite your eyes showing disgust. Quick-witted and blunt, you hadn't appeared phased by the obscenities that left his mouth.

You had the confidence of a woman who had been at sea her whole life, secure and self-reliant in your skills. But you were young, not much older than your crewmates, still yet to experience betrayal, heartbreak, anguish.

He wanted to see you unravel.

'Ah cmon sweetheart, don't be like that' he whined, his green eyes widening as he pleaded.

Your expression remained icy, you eyes narrowing again and he decides he likes this expression on you. Unsure and untrusting, your eyes remained trained in him as he spoke again.

'We could have a good time tonight. You and me' he offered, his voice lower this time. He raised one eyebrow, cocking his head to the side.

'I seriously doubt that' you scoffed, picking up the newspaper next to Buggy's head.

'Don't knock it till you try it baby'

Honey. Sweetheart. Baby. You tried to think of the last time someone had called you something so fond, and although you knew the clown wasn't sincere, you couldn't help the twinge of anxiety the nicknames gave you.

You laughed, humourless, at Buggy's comment yet he decided he liked the sound.

'I don't think you'll have much takers as a head' you commented

'Believe me sweets, the detachable limbs do it for a lot of women. Trust me' he seemed proud, you seemed disgusted.

'Trust you? Oh that's rich coming from you'

You'd seated yourself in the small armchair in the corner of the room by now, too far away from Buggy's liking. The newspaper obstructed his view of your face, so he trained his eyes on your legs instead, not that he had any objections.

'Hey, I'm the one leading you to carrot top and her fish friends'

'And believe me, that's the only thing you have going for you right now clown. The only thing that's keeping Zoro from throwing you overboard'

He cringed at the thought of mosshead - tall, dark and handsome. No doubt a good fit for a girl like you. He was silent for a moment and you resisted the urge to look up from your book at the stewing jester.

You almost felt bad for him, given his current situation, he was completely at the mercy of you and the crew. No doubt, he'd return the favour as soon as he got the chance.

As you flipped onto the next page, Buggy had left a dramatic sigh leave his Cheshire mouth. You didn't even glance up.

Damn you were fucking pretty. Even in the wooden cabin, only lit by the small oil lamp atop the chest, you looked like you belonged in a painting, an artist's muse.

A few seconds later, a louder drawn out sigh left Buggy's lips. You reread the article line a third time, something about a marine base attack in the north quarter.

Another few seconds, later Buggy had forced another long sigh. You turned the page again before glancing up at him.

'I wouldn't be complaining clown, I let you out of the bag' you raised an eyebrow, bending the newspaper slightly to see his head.

'Oh I'm not complaining baby. What'd make you think that?' Another drawn out sigh, deep and breathy 'I'm just meditating. Good for the mind. Great for the soul'

'Ah yes and you're the picture of health' you folded the newspaper in your lag, allowing the clown a full view of your face now. Your skin was darkened by the shadows of the room, he couldn't read your expression from here.

'I'll have you know I have been the cover model for every issue of Buggy's Bazaar since it's inception' his chin jutted up in pride.

Buggy was in fact the only cover model for Buggy's Bazaar, his very own pirate magazine. Printed in-house, bimonthly (if Cabaji remembered the ink) and distributed in-house, as Buggy was working out the kinks of international distribution right now.

'Never heard of it. You must not get many sales' you were definitely playing along now, he couldn't help but widen his grin.

'Not safe for work. It's usually banned but I could send you a few copies sweets. Help you through those lonely nights' he winked, clicking his tongue.

'Maybe I'll take you up on the offer' your lips had curved up into a smirk, a delicious sort of lopsided smile he found himself thinking about days later. Mischief clung to the edges of your eyes as he searched them for a reaction.

Buggy's tongue almost fell out of his head. He knew you were humouring him but he didn't expect such a bold response. Attempting to regain his cool, his long-distance heart did a somersault as he stared at you.

'I could throw in a few racy pics, if you're interested' he bargained, his own grin turning lopsided to match your own.

You jutted your chin towards him, so Buggy continued.

'First issue is free for new customers. Though I'm sure you'll be a returning' another wink seemed to be overkill but he was working with what he had, no body and all.

'Definitely. Usopp's been complaing we need something stronger to mop the floors with anyway'

You had laughed as his confident smile had dropped, turning into an irritated scowl. Embarrassed and suddenly tense, Buggy began to grind his teeth.

Embarrassed? Buggy was never embarrassed! He had his own show for fucks sake, a crew that followed his every order and more berry than he knew what to do with. Buggy did not get embarrassed.

Especially not by the rejection of a young pretty little thing like you. Right?

You'd wiped tears from your eyes, obviously satisfied with your little joke.

'Consider the offer revoked. I don't think a prude like you would find much interest in my art anyway' he tried to sound nonchalant, his masculinity unchallenged, pretending to both you and himself he wasn't dissappointed.

'Oh you think I'm a prude? Cause I don't want your nudie magazine?' you queried, crossing your arms.

'It's not nude, it's semi-nude. I'm not tasteless' he corrected.

'I beg to differ'

'Is it the makeup? Is that it? You prefer a guy who bares blackheads and all?'

'Enough trying to sell me on your raunchy magazine' you had pushed yourself from the chair, placing the newspaper next to Buggy's head 'And I'm not a prude just because I don't want it'

'Oh sweetheart I think you want it' he wriggled his eyebrows suggestively.

You rolled your eyes before blowing out the small flame in the oil lamp, sending the room into darkness.

'Setting the mood I see? Didn't think all that talk would get you this riled up baby'

He groaned as you sent a harsh slap of the newspaper to his forehead.

'I'm still feeling generous clown, so shut it before I put you back in the bag for the night'

He bit his tongue, hearing you climb easily into your hammock, settling down, your breathing starting to slow into a nice, relaxed pace.

In the darkness of the cabin, you let yourself crack a smile at his comment.

'Let me in that hammock and I'll show you how generous I can be'

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cursedvida · 7 months

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SAD EYES, BROKEN SMILE p.II (Buggy x f!Reader)

HERE PART 1 // HERE PART III

Warnings: violence, swearing a lot, reader being a little tsunedere. Little age gap between the reader and Buggy, she's like 25/26.

A/N: i didn't plane this for having more than one chapter but here we go... Again sorry for the typos, English isn't my first language. I hope you enjoy this :D

You don't know much about seduction. In fact, you don't know anything. Throughout your life you've had very little interest in love affairs. You had a pretty rough teenage years, so you were too busy surviving to think about boys. Therefore, the whole thing with Buggy is something totally new to you. Not being in control of the situation gets on your nerves. It's irritating, nauseating. To think that right now you could have collected a nice reward and you could be quietly enjoying your money, but instead you're in that crew thinking about a clown all day is something your pride can't take. You often wonder how you could have stooped so low, but as soon as that red-nosed idiot pops into your head there is only room for daydreaming.

Now your goal is no longer to kidnap him and hand him over to people who will probably kill him, but to try to make him notice you. But really you, as a possible love interest, and that's much harder than your first mission. It's like ten billion times more complicated. Killing people is a lot easier than attracting them.

You were trained to kill people, so you're not a person who knows very well how to relate to others. Social skills aren't your strong suit and being nice for more than fifteen minutes isn't either. You've at least tried to be friendly with the rest of the crew, but by continuing to pretend you're a wimp you haven't had much chance to blend in either.

Today the whole crew went to the nearest tavern for a drink. Buggy claims to have landed a deal that will bring in a lot of money, so he's in a good mood. At first the tavern keeper didn't seem too happy to welcome a gang of pirates to his place, but Buggy can be quite persuasive when he wants to be.

Now they're all drunk. Buggy is the center of attention, as usual. He boasts of his great wit and everyone around him cheers him on. The alcohol causes all emotions to intensify. You watch him from the bar, this time you're drinking because it's the only way you don't feel ridiculous about being hopelessly attracted to that idiot.

You have conflicting feelings all the time. You like him, but you think he's a dumbass. You're attracted to him, but at the same time you think he does terribly ridiculous things. You have no idea how to handle all those emotions, but you're also unable to take your eyes off him or ask yourself absurd questions, like how experienced he should be, or how he should look without makeup. You also often think about whether he'll like younger girls, because he's got more than a decade on you and you might not be his type. In fact, what his type is also comes to your mind all too often.

Fuck, you're a mess.

You order another mug of beer, turning away from staring at Buggy with an intensity that could break solid concrete. You've always had a good tolerance for alcohol so you're not drunk, just dizzy enough to make it all the same to you. The perfect state.

"What's a girl like you doing surrounded by this bunch of weirdos?"

Suddenly you see a guy next to you, he doesn't belong to the crew. He's a big man, looking menacing. He must be one of the few people who have decided to stay in the bar despite the pirates. You decide to deliberately ignore him.

"Hey gorgeous, I'm talking to you.”

You take another swig of beer, completely evading. You decide to turn around again, now Buggy is doing some sort of demonstration. He has detached his hand from the rest of his arm and swings his clenched fist at full speed. You don't know what he's talking about, but he sure has exaggerated the whole thing. You smile to yourself.

"Who the fuck is that fucking clown?" asks the heavy one, still standing next to you.

You don't even deign to look at him.

"Shut the fuck up" You tell him in the coldest voice you can.

"Don't tell me you're going with him and his whole gang of freaks" The guy lets out a huge laugh "Honey, a beauty like you is wasted among all those creeps."

"And the oxygen you use is also a waste considering it could be useful to someone who isn't useless to society."

"But what the fuck is wrong with you, does it bother you that much that I pick on that loser?"

"I told you before to shut the fuck up" You repeat calmly and without raising your voice.

"Uh, you scare me" he laughs "almost as much as your big nosed captain".

"All right, you asked for it”

The guy can't even react, as soon as he wants to realize you've already stuck an ashtray in his mouth, wedging it in such a way that he can barely breathe. And, before the others can even realize what's happening, you grab one of the stools and hit him so hard in the stomach that the guy goes flying towards the other end of the bar, hitting the wall with such force that the ashtray comes out of his mouth.

You calmly return to your seat, taking another sip of beer as if nothing had happened. But it's at that moment that you come back to reality to realize that Buggy is no longer the center of attention, but you, and that everyone is staring at you in disbelief, including your captain.

Fucking shit, for fuck's sake.

Now you've really fucked up. You're supposed to be a rookie with barely any physical skills, not a killing machine. Let's see how you get out of this now, though at least Buggy is paying attention to you. God, you have to be a moron to think something like that at a time like that, you're totally losing your mind.

"What the hell was that?" Buggy ask to you.

You just answer simply, as if everything that just happened was not with you.

"He was bothering me"

Buggy approaches you, something that makes you nervous. Not because he might be angry, but to have him around. You almost killed a guy just two minutes ago but having the man you're obsessed with looking at you makes your legs tremble.

“You broke all his teeth, Y/N.”

You look at the man across the bar. It's true, you've left his mouth in a mess, all his clothes are stained by the blood that falls on him. But hey, he asked for it, you warned him.

"Why hadn't you said you knew how to fight like that?" He insists, and you don't know if right now he's thinking of killing you, kicking you out of the crew, or both.

You can't tell him that you were hired to hunt him down and that you've abandoned that task because you have a huge crush on him. Especially the crush part, you would never admit that, so you must think of a good excuse as soon as possible.

"My parents trained me" and that's not a lie "but they always said to only use my skills if necessary" that's a lie, and a big one at that.

Buggy looks you up and down, which makes your stomach tingle. You are so close to him that you can almost feel his breath on your skin. So close that it would be very easy to get a couple of centimeters closer and see what red lips taste like. You wonder what his skin must feel like against yours, or how your hands must feel tangled in his hair. You look like the narrator of a romance novel, it's pitiful but you can't help it.

"You've been swabbing the deck since you came in, how did it not occur to you to say you could be of more use to us?”

"I'm sorry, captain."

Buggy lets out a sigh, there is something paternalistic in his attitude, that condescension that is so typical of him. That makes you relax, he believed everything. Probably because he's drunk, but you don't care about that now.

Buggy puts his hands on your shoulders, making you jump. It's the most contact you've had since you've known him and it's not even real contact because he's wearing the fucking gloves.

"Y/N, look at me" And you obey, although the fact of having him so close to you, being able to smell his alcohol breath mixed with that smell of gunpowder that characterizes him makes you a little dazed. You feel more and more like kissing him. "You can't keep such important information to yourself. But don't worry, I'm going to look for a better position for you. With how good you are at fighting, we're going to do great things together, huh."

You nod without further ado. It's a shitty proposition, he's just telling you that he'll use you as a weapon, like he uses the strongest members of his crew. But you don't care, because Buggy is touching you and because from now on you will be able to talk to him a lot more.

Maybe you should go talk to that guy from earlier and thank him.

Oh, god. Yeah, you're definitely going from bad to worse.

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rorywritesjunk · 3 months

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So hold my hand, I'll walk with you my dear

It's the three year anniversary since everything changed in Buggy's life for the worst.

Rating: PG-13, just to be safe. Warning: Angst. References to Roger's death, Buggy and Shanks' fight, there's mention of teasing, there's a protective friend, Buggy has Big Feelings, yells at Reader. There's tears. A/N: A request from the lovely @chochotorianime10 who wanted a young Buggy with an s/o who is like Kagura from Fruits Basket, who is the Boar in the zodiac. Buggy in this fic is 19, full of angst. He just wants a drink. Honestly these two probably both need some kind of therapy, especially Buggy. Title comes from "Little Talks" by Of Monsters and Men.

It had been three years since Roger’s execution and the falling out between two friends, but you saw how Buggy’s eyes still flashed whenever he heard mention of Red Haired Shanks or saw a straw hat or anything that could remind him of the friend he once had. You had remained by his side after that, despite being friends with the two of them at a time. Love made a person do silly things and with how much you loved Buggy, you turned your back on Shanks when you saw how hurt Buggy was after their fight.

And it didn’t help that you loved Buggy so much that sometimes your emotions got the better of you. You were in a pub with him, bringing drinks to your shared table to help him feel better when you overheard someone make a passing comment about the clown over there in the corner lookin’ sad, aren’t clowns supposed to be happy and funny?

And well, your nickname on the Oro Jackson had been The Boar with the way you often charged forward into chaos without much thought and this was no different. You didn’t even make it to the table before you swung one of the bottles around, striking the stranger in the face and knocking him back into his friend.

“Say that again, asshole!” You snapped as arms encircled you, pulling you away from the fight that was about to start. It was the third anniversary of That Day and Buggy wasn’t in the mood for a fight, even if he wasn’t involved in it.

He dragged you out of the pub before the guy’s friends could retaliate, pulling you down the street and ducking into an alleyway. You managed to get out of his grasp to peer around the corner, grumbling about asshole drunks before looking back at Buggy with a worried expression.

“Are you okay?” You asked, demeanour opposite of how it was seconds ago. He just stared at you before shaking his head.

“I wanted a drink, why did you have to do that!” He demanded angrily, clenching his fists. “Where else am I going to go?!”

“There’s another pub down the street, looks better anyways.” You chuckled, not bothered by his tone. He seethed, teeth clenched as he glared at you. You just smiled at him and patted him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, my love. We’ll get you good and drunk to forget what the day is.”

He glared and shrugged your hand off. Today wasn’t the day he wanted to put up with your antics. This was the one day of the year where he wanted to be miserable, to mourn for what life had been, not drag you away from a brawl because you overheard him being insulted by some drunkard.

“I'm going to find a different place.” He grumbled as he started for the street, but your hand grabbed his and stopped him. He jerked his hand out of your grasp and spun around to yell at you to just leave him alone for a few seconds, but he bit his tongue when he saw the tears in your eyes.

“I'm sorry, Buggy.” You sniffled as you reached for his hand once again. “I just… that guy said somethin’ mean about you and I couldn't stand it. I hate it when people are mean to you.”

He shut his eyes and took a deep breath before counting to three, exhaling slowly before he opened his eyes. You always looked out for him ever since the two of you met as children on the ship. The first time you heard someone make a jab about Buggy’s appearance you kicked the person so hard in the kneecap it shattered. You were ten. The crew started calling you The Boar affectionately shortly after that with how you attacked anyone without warning when it came to Buggy.

“Yea, well! Keep it together at the next place.” He snapped. “Don't get us run out of every pub in this town, okay?! I want to actually enjoy my drinks!”

You nodded, still holding his hand while your other hand wiped away the tears in your eyes. “I miss’im.”

“Yea, I do too.” Buggy mumbled as he started for the street again, tugging you along with him. While you drove him crazy, he was happy to have you with him, and the fact you chose him over Shanks made him feel a bit better about how everything went after the fight. You always chose Buggy over Shanks no matter what the situation was, even down to a stupid argument between the two and Shanks was right, you still agreed with Buggy.

“I'll make you breakfast tomorrow.” You told him as you trailed behind him, still holding his hand. He sighed and pulled you close so you walked beside him, not wanting his arm stretched that far back. Sure, he could pop his hand off and you could hold it for him, but he hated that. He wanted you by his side, not behind him.

“You don't have to.” Buggy mumbled. You looked at him, biting your bottom lip.

“But I wanna.”

He looked at you with a frown. You weren't the worse cook, the food was kind of edible, but you two had a room at a nearby inn that offered breakfast and well, Buggy planned to load a bag up of rolls and anything else that would keep so he wouldn't have to have your cooking.

“The inn offers breakfast.” He reminded you. “Just… don't worry about it.”

“Buggyyyyyy, can I at least fix your plate in the morning?” You begged, hand in yours as you swung your arm back and forth as you two made your way to the next pub. “You know I'll make it with lots of love.”

Ugh, love. You said that to him enough that he figured you must mean it, but he maybe said it once to you. It wasn't that he didn't have some kind of love for you, he just wasn't really sure how to define whatever the relationship between the two of you actually was. He never bothered to flirt with anyone, even if you weren't around, because no one would reciprocate. Often they'd just laugh at him, thinking it was a joke, and hide their snide comments to their friends behind their hands while Buggy walked away.

Shanks always made it look so easy. He had always ended up with a pretty girl on his lap or in his arms while the three of you would go to a pub together. You were all young and dumb, unaware of what was coming to tear you all apart, but it was all in good fun. There were times Shanks tried to hug you or give you a kiss on the cheek in front of Buggy, but you would always laugh and punch him in the shoulder before he could, not paying attention to the anger and jealousy in Buggy’s eyes.

He wasn't really sure what he was jealous about at the time. Was it Shanks trying to be too friendly with you or was it the fact Shanks could have anyone but he was going after you? Buggy couldn't understand why he had felt that way, and years later he wondered if he was still in denial in some way.

He wasn't in love with you, he was positive of that, because while he appreciated you stuck around there were times he wondered if it was out of pity for him. Did you think he wasn't capable of taking care of himself? You were always there for him, ready to take someone down, and he knew growing up that others didn't think he could.

But you knew he could, you just didn't want him to do it alone.

“Buggggyyyy?” You asked in a sing-song voice as you two made your way to the next pub. He glanced at you with a frown while you looked at him with big, hopeful eyes. “Can… can I have a kiss?

“What?! Why?!” He demanded. “Why do you want one?!”

“B-Because that's what people do when they're in love.” You mumbled, suddenly averting your gaze from him as you looked down at your feet as your cheeks turned bright red. “I see couples do it all the time, y’know, and… and wished we would.”

“We are not a couple!” He shrieked, patience vanishing at the request and the look in your eyes for him. “Why the hell would you think that?! I don't love you!”

He dropped your hand and took a step back, breathing heavily as he glared at you. The silence was deafening, you were looking at him with big, surprised eyes. Was that too far this time? He often lost his temper but this was the first time he spoke to you like that.

When you didn't respond, he started to panic just a bit. Now you would leave him too, just like Shanks, because he couldn't keep his damn mouth shut. He hated that you weren't talking just then, this had to be the longest period you've ever been quiet for when you weren't sleeping.

“Wi-Will you say something?!” He demanded, clenching his fists tightly as he narrowed his eyes. “I just said I don't love you, okay, so you might as well just leave me alone now! Like everyone else!”

You lifted your hands up to his face and he started to take a step back; he knew your strength, he awaited the blows you would surely deliver, and when your fingers touched his skin, your palms pressing against his cheeks, he flinched, trying to jerk away.

“Buggy, it's okay.” You told him calmly, and he hated the soothing sound of your voice just then. He needed you to be mad at him, shrieking with the same intensity you showed for that man back at the pub, yet your tone was quieter, comforting him like you had many times before. “It's… it's okay.”

“No, no it's not.” He snapped back as he tried to pull away from you. “You should just leave me already! Everyone else has!”

You wouldn't let him get away, instead dropping your hands to his shoulders and pulling him into a hug. He didn't fight you too hard to get away, the frustration and anger bubbling to the surface his arms wrapped around you. Buggy didn't want you to go, he didn't want to be alone. Today was a hellish day, the events years ago replaying in his mind every waking moment, but you stayed by his side no matter what he said to you, taking his emotions in stride.

“I'm not leaving you.” You assured him as you tightened your arms around him.

“Why not?! You should!” Buggy shot back as tears welled up in his eyes. “I don't understand why you stick around, I don't love you!”

“That's okay.”

He didn't miss the hitch in your voice when you said that or your own tears that started streaming down your cheeks. You still managed to smile at him despite what he just said.

“I still love you, Buggy, because I know you need someone to.” You sniffled. “I know you don't mean it.”

His eyes widened slightly and he stopped fighting to get away. He hesitated when he hugged you. He didn't deserve your kindness, he never did, but you still stuck around. He let the tears fall, not bothering to hide them, knowing you were the only person he trusted to see him this vulnerable.

“Let’s go get a drink, okay?” You suggested as you pulled back from the hug a few minutes later, once the tears stopped for the two of you. “I’ll be good this time.”

Buggy sniffed, rubbing his nose before wiping his hand on his shirt with a shrug, trying to ignore the fact he was just crying. You used the hem of your shirt to wipe your own face before smiling up at Buggy. He looked away from you and crossed his arms.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it.” He mumbled as he started walking again; you trailed after him, linking your arm around his. He didn’t say anything or try to pull away. “You… you were defending me. S’okay.”

You giggled and slipped your arm away from his, slapping your hand against his shoulder lovingly, causing Buggy to stumble a bit from the force. He bit back a retort, letting you once more link your arm with his as the two of you headed for the next pub.

He wondered if he was going to regret this, but he suddenly turned to face you, pecking you on the cheek so quickly you weren’t even sure he actually made contact with your skin, but you weren’t going to point it out. You just hugged his arm and let your head rest against his shoulder as the two of you walked along, and while it may take Buggy some time to admit it, he loved that you stuck around for him, took care of him, and put up with him, and he figured at some point he may tell you that he loves you, but it would have to wait.

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bigball-thefrog · 5 months

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Kiss me like you mean it: Buggy X Reader

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Alright lads I'm back with writing and posting again. Like I said in my pinned post I am sorry if you came for Dsmp and streamer fics but that hyper fixation has finish and I've now moved on to One Piece. I hope you'll all still enjoy my writing and stay for it. Now let's get onto the warnings

Warnings:

Slight angst

Buggy is sad and insecure

Angst to comfort

Gender neutral reader

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Buggy the Clown an infamous pirate in the east blue. Known for being a sadistic and insane clown that has killed many and stolen millions, he doesn't care who he's killed and as far as everyone sees he's a confident and arrogant pirate that thinks that he's the best around. Yet you know better. You're one of the few people that have been blessed to know Buggy more personally and intimately.. You're one of the few people that has seen him at his most vulnerable and know that this whole scary pirate persona is not entirely true. Yes he still acts confident and cocky in front of you but that's only to impress you. When you two are truly alone and there's nothing to impress you with, he's soft, he's quieter and he's very insecure...

(Reader POV)

I was sitting in mine and Buggy's shared room reading when Buggy stormed into the room, throwing off his jacket and hat and flopping onto the bed, mumbling something about a stupid Strawhat. I put my book down and smiled at him. "Hey my Huggy Buggy~" I said as I cuddled up to him and kissed his cheek. "I'm not in the mood today doll..." Buggy groaned as he turned and layed on his back to face me. I smirked and got on top of him, putting my hands on either side of him and looking at him seductively. "Oh are you in the mood for something else my captain?~" I leaned down to kiss him but he pushed me off of him and back on the bed. "I said I'm not in the mood!" He yelled as he turned and faced away from me while curling up into a ball.

I frown a little when I hear him choke back sob, not wanting to cry in front of me. I scooted closer to him and put my hand on his shoulder. "Buggy? Do you want to talk about it?" I asked with a sympathetic tone, gently caressing his shoulder. "Why do you love me? What is so appealing to you that you'd fall in love with me and stay with someone as pathetic as I am!? Why!?" He yelled as he turned to me again, this time tears falling down his painted face. I cupped his face and brought him closer to me, "Because you're Buggy The Clown, Buggy The Flashy Fool, Buggy The Genius Jester. You're the most talented and flashiest pirate in the sea and in proud to have someone as amazing as you~" I said as I gave him a gentle kiss on the nose.

"Stop. Stop lying to me! There's nothing special or amazing about me! I'm just a pathetic clown that can't do anything! I couldn't even get a stupid map from that stupid nobody Strawhat!" Buggy shouted again as tears of frustration fell down his face. He pushed me away again and hid his face in his hands as he let out a few sobs. I pulled him into an embrace and he quickly wrapped his arms around me and burried his face into my chest as he cried. I rubbed his back with one hand as I gently scratched his head with the other. He eventually looked up at me with his clown paint all smudged. "I know that you don't actually love me... There's nothing to love. But please, just kiss me. Kiss me like you mean it, kiss me like you actually love me so I can feel just a little bit of love... Please..." Buggy said with a desperate look on his face. I leaned in close to him and gave him the most tender and loving kiss I could. I put his hand on my cheek and pulled me closer, deepening the kiss and holding me in place.

I truly love Buggy with all my heart, yet he just can't see it. I wish he could, he wish he knew how much I loved him and how much I would do for him. I'll always be there for him, to show him I love him and that he is actually great. No matter how long it takes, I will spend the rest of my life showing him that I truly care him and would never leave him for anything.

I pulled away from the kiss and made him look at me, "Hey, how about we go and take a relaxing bath and afterwards he clean off all that paint and I can get one of my face masks for you to make sure your face stays moisturized and beautiful alright?" I say to him with a smile. He smiles and nods "That sounds nice...~" "And if you'll let me I can wash and brush your hair while the face mask sits~" I said with a wink. He turned a soft shade of pink and turned away embarrassed, "Now you're spoiling me sweetheart!" He said playfully as he looked back and kissed me on the cheek before getting up while taking my hand and dragging us both to the bathroom to begin our peaceful night.

There's my Buggy that I know~

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Lordy Loo this man has completely taken over my mind these past few days. I've been craving Buggy angst and I think this has helped a lot. I already have a few things planned but I still will do requests. Take care and I'll see yall in the next post.

Kelly🐸

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satanic-witchcraft · 1 year

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Hi. Is it ok to request Wally comforting a neighbor who’s in a bad mood?

I hope this is ok. I just need some Wally comfort.

Absolutely!! More comfort from wally! <3 (Requests still aren't open, I'm just getting to old requests!)

‼️please go support wally's ACTUAL voice actor, @DaFrankiestein!🩷🩷🩷‼️

The art & characters used are by clown/party coffin!🩷Go support them and donate to their Kofi of you can!

Subtitles, wally speaking: Neighbor?? You seem to be in an awfully bad mood! Did something happen today?? [pause] oh dear! Well that isn't good! I'm so sorry you're.. Not having a good day! Aw neighbor.. Come here! Come here let me give you a big hug! [chuckle] Don't worry, I'm sure today is going to turn around! It'll be okay! For now though, we should probably get you on.. More of a.. Better mood status! Haha! How about we go into the garden for a bit?? We can pick some flowers together! Yeah?? Haha! Wonderful!

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tenaciousjalapeno · 6 months

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Testing the Cat Lady, Part 4

4/?

Pairing: LA Buggy the Clown x Reader

Summary: The captain asks if you'd like for him to show you around one of his territories. You're happy to oblige, but a little less happy when there's a small misunderstanding with the mayor.

Warnings: language, sexual innuendo

Word Count: 2400

A/N: I feel like the further I get into this, the more I combine anime and LA Buggy (based on the few anime episodes I've seen) so I'm starting to think it can be read either way?

“Territories,” you say flatly. “You have territories.” On the way to his quarters, Captain Buggy popped his head into your room to inform you that the ship would later be docking at a town owned by none other than the genius jester himself. It caught you off guard learning that he had not just one, but several territories throughout the East Blue.

Upon first meeting him, he had stated that his crew was one of the most dreaded in the sea, but you had dismissed it as empty boasting. In your short time on the ship, he had proved to be more than capable as a captain. Cruel at times, but good at his job nonetheless. None of his actions thus far, though, had led you to believe that he was a conqueror as well.

Buggy narrows his seafoam eyes at you. “Yeah. Is that so hard to believe?” He crosses his arms and leans against your doorframe, not once dropping the scrutinizing gaze. The tense man has been in one of his “moods” today, so it feels like one wrong word could send him into a frenzy. Admittedly, there’s something about this teetering mood of his that always pulls you in and makes you want to poke the bear. Never having been on the receiving end of one of his tantrums – as a crew member, at least, – you had always been curious of how far you could push his limits. And of what he would do the day you decide to cross those lines.

However, he had already threatened to stab two people this afternoon, so today was not that day.

“Ah, sorry,” you reply sheepishly. You set the book he had pulled you from on your desk and shift in the wooden chair to face him better, trying to gain a few extra seconds to carefully choose your next words. “It’s not. You just have even more influence than I realized. It’s impressive.” At your compliment, his shoulders relax. Crisis averted, you let out a small sigh of relief.

He looks down at you with bored eyes, barely interested in the conversation now that the fuse has been snuffed out. “There are some decent places to shop and eat, if you’d like me to show you around.”

“Yeah, I would love that.” You give a warm smile. It feels like it’s been ages since you had any sort of outing. And that’s probably because it has been. The only stop that had been made since you were dragged aboard was for business, not pleasure. In and out, staying just long enough to stock up on supplies. Not only that, but the one-on-one time with Buggy might be nice. Save for the brief visits like this one, he’s typically got several crewmates hanging around him at any given time. Despite the lack of privacy, you still enjoy daily chit chat with him and have even started to look forward to it. The combination of his quick wit and a mutual gentle bullying sparks a pull that you can’t seem to get enough of.

For a second, you swear the corners of his mouth tilted upward, if only just a little. Satisfied with the conversation, he lets out a grunt and continues on to his room. Equally satisfied, you settle back into the chair and return to your book. After a beat, a dismembered hand flies into your room, flips a jacket hanging on your coat rack to the floor, then slams the door shut behind it as it returns to the neighboring room. “Hey!”

Buggy smirks to himself as his hand reattaches to his arm.

You’re sure that ths clown is going to send you to an early grave.

The ship finally docks late in the afternoon. Shortly thereafter, you impatiently wait at the ship’s loading ramp for your captain to escort you on land. The date outing has finally given you an excuse to wear some of your nicer clothes that you swore were going to rot on the bottom of the dresser drawer had they been stuck there any longer. It catches the eyes of several of the other crew members, but they disperse as soon as they see Buggy sauntering over. By the same token, he’s dressed sharply in his signature coat and hat, and sports a fresh face of makeup. Having a chance to stretch his legs on dry land puts him in a much better mood than he was earlier. He looks you over, a small grin forming on his face. The other eyes on you moments ago were nothing, but being the center of your captain’s attention makes you feel self-conscious – like you’re being stripped down to your bare ass in front of an audience, but somehow even more nerve-racking. Before you can become too insecure, he interrupts your thoughts. “Cute,” he says, still grinning. “Ready, songbird?” He offers his arm, which you take eagerly with a nod.

The town isn’t huge, but what it lacks in size, it makes up for in liveliness. The arrival of the Buggy pirates sends the town buzzing with excitement. Instead of fearing the pirates, the residents seem… friendly towards them. You look up at your captain with confusion. No clarification is needed on his part. “Some little crew of nobodies had this place under lock and key. We were just going to head back out, until some shithead said something about my nose. Stabbed him and threw him into the sea. Turned out to be the captain. You can probably piece together the rest.” He smiles widely as he tells the story, thinking back fondly to the look on the other guy’s face as he flew out to the water. The cheering of the townspeople was music to his ears, and their admiration inflated his ego to a god-tier. Pieces clicking together in your mind, you realize that it wasn’t that he was a conqueror. It’s that he got lucky while picking a fight. You decide to shrug it off. Either way, a victory is a victory.

Savory smells waft through the air, making your stomach growl. “You said there were some good restaurants, right,” you ask. Earlier in the day, you opted out of lunch to get caught up on your work, and up until you smelled food, you didn’t realize how hungry you were. At this point it doesn’t matter what it was. You had about twenty minutes to get some food in you before you turn into a hangry witch that even a sea king wouldn’t dare cross paths with. “Something that won’t take too long,” you add for good measure.

“Yeah, you hungry? There’s a street vendor ahead that I always stop at if you want something quick. It’s a hot dog stand run by some old guy.” You wouldn’t have marked Buggy as a hot dog guy. From what you’d seen so far, most of what was served on the Big Top was basic meals that could be made in large quantities. Feeding three dozen people didn’t allow much room for five-star meals. Or really anything that had a lot of flavor. It makes you wonder if that’s why the captain is so crabby all the time. Maybe the man just needs a decent snack.

In your youth, it was ingrained in you that some foods were more refined than others, and your parents didn’t want to taint the family’s image by eating cheap meats. Deep down, you now know it was a load of crap, but it was so heavily imbedded in you that you can’t help being reluctant. With all the social rules you’d managed to shake yourself free from, you feel silly to be nervous about such a simple, inconsequential matter. “I don’t know. I’ve never actually had a hot dog before. My parents wouldn’t let me eat that kind of stuff when I was still living with them.”

Buggy stops dead in his tracks. The captain is thoroughly unimpressed with your answer, and his response is thick with sass to drive that fact home. His face twists from a look of disapproval to one of distaste. “Alright, so first of all, your parents sound like old windbags with sticks so far up their asses that they’re basically human kabobs. Secondly, either you come willingly, or I carry you.” Your eyes go wide at his threat. Being carried down the street like a sack of potatoes sounds humiliating, and the thought is even more terrifying knowing that he can, and he will. Quickly nodding in agreeance, you continue the direction in which you were headed. A pleased smile settles on his face. “That’s what I thought.” He’s happy to have gotten his way, but on some level was hoping that you’d refuse. Dragging you kicking and screaming to force feed you hot dogs was exactly his brand of torment for you.

After stopping at the stand and purchasing the food, you take a seat together on a nearby bench. Buggy digs right in, taking care to not smudge his makeup. With how brutish the blue-haired clown is, you regularly forget that he likes to stay clean and presentable. The thought crosses your mind that if it weren’t for the whole being-a-pirate-and-killing-people thing, he’s the type of person that probably would have thrived in the high society that you grew up in. Maybe even the type that your parents would’ve tried to marry you off to. Two bites in, he notices that you haven’t touched your own food. “Eat it, or I’ll make you,” he threatens flatly.

You eye up the hot dog one last time before finally taking a bite. And it’s absolutely delicious. “Oh my gods!” you exclaim. “That’s so good.” Internally, you curse your parents for their stupid dietary rules. Already nearing the end of his own snack, Buggy watches as you inhale yours, being careful to not drip any toppings onto yourself.

A mischievous grin spreads across his face. “Y’know, for someone who’s never had one before, you sure do know how to handle a sausage.” Having a mouthful of food, all you can do is shoot him a dirty look.

After chewing and swallowing, you turn to look your captain dead in the eye. “Have you ever gone a day in your life without being an asshole?” You know he’s actively trying to get you fired up, so it’d be best to ignore him, but a gross comment like that isn’t about to go unchecked. There are a few things that he knows really push your buttons, and the implication of you being a “sausage guzzler” is one of them. Several times before, he’s made the joke knowing that it would become a face-off that’d give him a chance to blow off some steam.

“Oh, come on, songbird. I’m just saying that you look like you’re enjoying the food,” he says, feigning innocence. It’s impossible to tell what’s more annoying: the initial comment or him denying it.

“Even if I believed that, it still wouldn’t change the fact that you’re an asshole,” you snap back. You’re raring to fight, but the voice of an approaching woman has you backing down for now.

“Captain Buggy! I heard that you were docking for a quick stay. It’s always so nice to see you, dear.” An elderly woman looking to be in her 60’s strolls up to the two of you with a friendly smile. She looks well put together, sporting a dress and matching sash.

“The pleasure is all mine, Mayor Whitney.” Buggy rises to great her. You take note of the sudden change in his demeanor. From asshat to charmer in a matter of seconds.

“Oh, no need to stand up for little old me. I just wanted to stop by and welcome you back.” Shifting her attention, she eyes you up and down before smiling even wider. “And you have a partner now! That makes me so happy. You know how I worry about you being alone out at sea.”

Your stomach does somersaults at the mere notion of being involved with Buggy that way. Sure, he’s handsome and charismatic, even captivating some- No, stop that, you squash your own thoughts. The idea had never crossed your mind, but it seemed ridiculous to think that he’d ever be interested in a relationship with you. It’s best to clear things up right away, you decide. “N-no, we’re not-.”

The clown pulls you close to his side with a huge grin and cuts you off. “That’s right! We’ve been seeing each other for a while now. From the moment I met my little show-stopper, I just knew I had to have them by my side.” His blatant lying is annoying, but the mayor seems so happy for the two of you that you don’t have it in you to break her high spirits. However, once she’s gone, you might break something else. Maybe something red and round. Playing along, you smile back and introduce yourself.

“What a lovely name! Well, like the captain here said, I’m Mayor Whitney. Any friend of his is a friend of mine, so don’t be shy in exploring our town. Anyway, I’ll let you two get back to your date. Bye now!” The two of you bid her farewell and she makes her way down the street, turning into a building.

As soon as she’s out of sight, you smack Buggy in the arm. “What the hell was that?” you hiss.

“Weren’t you listening? That was the mayor,” he replies, rubbing his arm. “Y’know, anyone else would be flat on their ass by now for hitting me like that.”

“Don’t pretend you don’t know what I mean.”

He lets out a sigh. “Look, she’s been on my case for years now, saying I need to find someone. Every time we dock here, she’s got someone or another that she tries to set me up with. This’ll keep her satisfied for a while. How about, after you finish your food, I take you to a couple of shops to make up for it? I’ll get you anything you want. Nothing is too good for my main squeeze.” There he goes again trying to irk you. The offer is genuine, though, so you agree with a huff.

“Fine, but I’m picking out the most expensive thing I can find.”

Beaming now, he buckles down. “Like I said. Nothing’s too good for you, darling.”

Ugh.

#buggy live action #buggy the clown #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #captain buggy #one piece #one piece buggy #anime buggy

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everything-is-as-it-was · 2 months

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Forcing Dan to watch all my TikTok likes Live blogging

The way dan sits back in his chair "ain't nobody got time for that" all out of focus 10/10

Phil's outfit is very dan today I like his t shirt

"This is the fun channel! Not your serious, serious one."

"ok."

I have NEVER seen Dan look so judgemental lmao

Phil disabling screen time to avoid confronting how much time he spends on his phone is a mood

If you "don't get badgers in the uk" then why did Phil's mom believe that they had one in their apartment that one time lmao what

"NordVPN is blowing your back out?" DANIEL PLEASE

Phil is taking the reigns on these sponsorships and Dan feels like a child that's been dragged to the mall to go shoe shopping with mom

HE'S SO DONE I SWEAR the clown theme tune at the end (which was weirdly good)

"I think I wanna marry him" not gonna lie same

Phil's laugh after "I'm sorry I lied to you Daniel" is SO pure he knew that shit was coming

Their faces while watching- like Phil obviously thinks this is The Funniest Shit Ever and Dan is just purely indulging him here with that Fond Smile hell yes

"Splashing your ass water on them"

Dan sucking in his cheeks looking straight at the camera with the shrek thing Sir Keep Your Mouth Shut

Maybe I'm being delusional but something about their smiles in the Gay Kiss Tiktok™ feels so fond

The hand over the mouth when that woman lost her wig bro was speechless

Dan's laugh during the fist bit thats all

"hydration you butt removes your tongue skin" - Phil Lester 2024 SIR WHAT THE FUCK

"For me?" "For you!" Is DEF an inside joke lmao

I"M SORRY WHAT is their camera flipped??? Will someone please tell me: is Phil's outside shoulder his left or his right because I thought it was his left the whole time

"Oh no, I know what's coming" with the HAND OVER THE FACE PLEASE

7/10 video nicely done

#dan and phil #dnp #phil lester #dan howell #danandphil #dan and phil games #dapg #dip and pip

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dtupdates-archive · 7 months

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♡—DREAM was active on DreamFanartAcc! He liked:

BOOMER SOONER

hot tea

Patches showing off her Halloween costume :)

he loves football! 🦅🔥🏈

He’s glowing ☺️✨

I think he's a fan

dreamie

sorry for not posting :[

king of snakes

droodling:333 SRRY FOR POSTING AGAIN

i don't know anything about football but i know they won ❗❗❗

I painted Dream in my oil painting class! It was super fun and I am once in my life kind of happy with how it turned out!

What's their band name? I'm thinkin… (Thinkin about you).. Dessert Boys! 🥺

bark like you want it 😁(old edit)

Halloween!!

BOOMER SOONER

im not dead (its a wip)

pumpkin patches in a pumpkin patch 🎃

Clown! drm and patches, bc I’ve been gatekeeping

oh well that’s okay with me 🤷‍♀️💸 (glitch/flash warning!!)

I think bros a fan

here have a WIP

boomer sooner 😼

hes the mincraft god !!!!!

Im late to drawing this hope you guys dont mind haha

today's mood

it's been a while and i'm strugglin to draw in general, but have a doodle of my precious boy <3

#dt.update #dranart #dreamwastaken

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hanayori89 · 8 months

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Boundless

*Lake Hylia*

"Link, tell me about the Lakebed Temple." You watched the crackling of the flames as Link kindled them with more firewood. He had managed to turn the most disastrous day into such an unforgettable one. You sat cozily nestled in Lake Hylia Cavern. Link had first taken you to a whimsical looking place known as "Falbi's."

It had drawn your attention when you first entered. But with Aryn at your side, you didn't feel comfortable enough to explore. You couldn't contain your excitement when Link mentioned it being the first stop on your Lake Hylia tour.

It was a kaleidoscope of absurdly bright colors. You never saw such a decoupage of ridiculousness. At the same time, it held your eyes captive. It made you want to walk toward it. With the serene backdrop of Lake Hylia's azure waters, Falbi's was a vista of peculiarity. The owner was just as obscene.

"Link." You whispered with an apparent start in your voice. "He's missing half his shirt."

You could hear Link inhale beside you. You glanced sideways to see he was holding back a laugh. Once he composed himself, he responded," Falbi is a good person. He used to work in a circus. Now he and his partner Fyer manage the Water Top Land of Fantastication." Link caught the confusion sketched upon your features. He quickly added," A circus is a type of entertainment venue. You can see all kinds of animals. Clowns, such as Falbi, as well as other performances. "

"We have something similar in the twilight."

Link gave you a cautious glance. You couldn't help but light up with a wide grin. "We have people dress up in costume like Zant, and then we perform his demise. And yes, someone dresses up as you."

Link started to laugh. "I think that's not quite the same as a circus. Though knowing your realm, it's probably more of a circus than we have here. Just out of curiosity, who's the actor that plays me?"

"Her name is Fisa. She has your build and hair. Minus the red eyes and pale skin."

Link stopped abruptly. "She?"

You linked your arm around his and tugged him along. "I think you need to come see it sometime to understand." Link looked at your arm intertwined with his. You immediately realized your proximity and freed your arm from his. You tried to contain the threatening onslaught of heat about to hit your cheeks. "I'm sorry." You said coolly.

What had come over you? And why had you said Link should come to your realm? As if he could. "I feel I am being very touchy today. Forgive me. This is all so new to me."

Link gave your back a supportive rub. "It was a hard day for you. It's ok. If I could come to your realm, I would." He seemed to take notice of something on your back, wincing as he observed it. "Your dress was ripped. I know someone in Kakariko who can fix it."

The mood between you both quickly grew somber. The realization that you both weren't just divided by something as simple as an ocean. No, you were both divided by realms. You thought of Midna's lamentable voice echoing in the back of your mind. "We can never belong in their realm."

I seem to be doing a good job of assimilating.

Link gleefully chirped. "This is going to lift your spirits. I promise. Not to mention you won't get a better view of Lake Hylia than Falbi's."

"Partner! What brings you to Falbi's today?" A raucous voice greeted you as you made your way inside the whacky building.

Link took out 20 rupees and placed them in Falbi's palm. "This young lady is visiting Lake Hylia for the first time. Can we count on you to give us the grand flight-by-fowl?"

"Awwwwright! I'll lead the way! May I say, you snagged a beauty, partner!" Falbi gave a curtsy in your direction before nudging you to follow along.

He even had a peculiar gait to match his incomplete outfit. Link seemed to regard you carefully. His stare made you slightly uneasy, coaxing you to speak up. "What?"

"Y/N... you draw a lot of attention wherever you go. I don't want to impede your freedom. But I would feel better if you tried not to travel alone." Link shuffled beside you, looking at his feet. He was clearly uncomfortable by the conversation you were having.

"I'm not saying you have to just stay with me. Though I'd prefer to be the one by your side. But someone like Fado or Rusl. I can count on them. You can too."

You wanted to counter with some sort of defense. You realized that Link was right. Look at what the whole Aryn debacle caused. You also wondered how today's incident would impact Link and Ilia's relationship. Why would she be friends with someone so squalid? As you arrived at the summit of Falbi's, you walked toward the edge to take in the view. Instead of gasping at the scenic view of Lake Hylia's waters encompassing you, you gasped at something else.

Had Ilia sent Aryn? Had Ilia planned this whole horrid event? How could you even broach something so reproachful?

The altitude at which you stood made the cold air sting your lungs. Though it didn't sting as much as the undesirable thoughts looming over you.

"Y/N?"

You stared ahead, brushing Link off. Did he know who he was marrying? You did not come to the light for this. Do not focus anymore on this. You inhaled and followed it with a calming exhale. Link must have heard the staggered, deep breath that spilled out of you. He snuck up behind you.

"Y/N, what's wrong?" Link questioned you sweetly. His voice always dripped out like the syrup he drenched your bread and apples in. This is the Hero of Twilight. He would never be part of such a devious farce. You thought of the way his eyes always regarded you with tenderness. Your intuitive radar told you without a shadow of a doubt that Link was not part of Ilia's plan.

Without a shadow of a doubt. The answers are always hiding in the shadows. You thought of Midna's question. You wondered if someone in the light could make sense of the answer better than you could.

"Link." You kept your gaze cast upon the sparkling ripples in the lake. "Did you know before I left, Midna gave me a homework assignment?"

Link snickered in amusement. "Sounds like Midna. What was the assignment?"

"Where does the truth lie? Within the shadows of the dark or the illumination of the light?" You surreptitiously looked Link's way to read his expression. His face was pensive as he looked out at Lake Hylia.

Instead of formulating an answer, he posed a question. "You've been in the light a few days now. Some part of me thinks you know the answer to Midna's assignment." He raised an eyebrow in your direction quizzically.

You took a moment before you proceeded with a response. " When the sun is out, I can faintly make out your Triforce. But under the light of the moon..." you paused, meeting Link's eyes. " Only under the light of the moon am I able to see it clearly."

A subtle smile lifted from the corners of Link's lips. "Not everything is as it appears in the light. We may be able to feel, but as you have witnessed, many of us don't show those feelings. They lie guarded within." Link used his hand to thud against where his heart would anatomically be located.

"Especially yours." You don't know what made you say it. Whenever you were near Link, it was like your lips had a mind of their own.

The beauty of Lake Hylia was long lost between you both. For the first time, you were becoming attuned to the beauty of something grander.

The beauty of being vulnerable.

Link could feel the warmth of the embers from the freshly kindled fire. Now that he had stoked the fire to his content, he took a seat across from Y/N. He was worried by Y/N's demeanor when they were at the top of Falbi's. He couldn't shake the way she had looked at him. The way in which she masterfully blurted, "Especially yours," in response to his guarded feelings. For someone who wasn't familiar with emotions, nobody had ever been so in tune with his.

After a moment of speculation in regard to Midna's assignment, it was time to take the plunge. He walked Y/N through what the flight-by-fowl really was. Her eyes shot open with panic. "We are flying with the cuccos?"

Link delivered her the most trustworthy smile he could. "Y/N... trust me. I would never let anything happen to you."

Her shoulders slumped as she became more subdued. Link grabbed a cucco by the feet, demonstrating what to do. As she selected a cucco worthy of the task, she gripped its' feet. "The important thing is to hold on securely but not crush the cucco's feet. On the count of three, we jump."

Link slightly bent his knees, the cucco flapping wildly above his head. He began to countdown. "One...Two..."

Y/N yelled, "Three!" Eagerly leaping off the ledge with her cucco.

"Y/N!" Link screamed. He plummeted below with his cucco. The endless lapping waves threatened to absorb them into its blue oblivion. The first part of the fall was always the scariest. Link couldn't lie; he was quite afraid his first time doing the flight-by-fowl. As the wind crushed against the weight of his body, he slammed his eyes shut so that he couldn't see his impending doom.

But doom never came. Instead, the cucco's ferocious flapping paid off. Before long, he began to soar. The cruel hand of the wind that was slapping against his body became the same hand that would carry him gracefully to his landing. Link opened his eyes to see Y/N. Her hair whipped savagely around her face. Finally, the wind permitted him to take a peek at her. She was laughing. Like he'd never seen her laugh. Engrossed in the way the blue of the sky bled into the blue of the lake. This is the light he wished for her to witness. The sheer feeling of anything being possible. Being boundless. Not burdened by the heaviness of emotions.

It was in the sky that Link realized he'd also lost sight of what the light was about. In fact, he never even knew. That was until he became a hero. When he began to explore and see the world. As he descended, his thoughts crashed back to reality along with his feet. He thought of Rusl.

He thought about the choice. The answer was always right there. He couldn't marry Ilia. He couldn't settle down in Ordon. He wasn't sure what the rest of his destiny entailed. But whatever it was, he felt he was closer to it when he roamed the expansive fields of Hyrule. He made a silent pact with himself then. He'd find a way to remove himself from this situation. He would find a solution that was just for everyone.

Y/N's bright e/c eyes peered at him through the crackling flames. "Link, tell me about the lakebed temple."

Now, as he sat, telling tales of his journey by the fire, it only confirmed what he already knew.

He vowed he would help Y/N find her place in this realm. For he too was looking for his own place to belong.

Was it wrong that he hoped the place they belonged to be the same?

That maybe they belonged together.

A/N: Edited 12/08/22

The water has a way of reflecting one's deepest emotions. As you wonder about the light and its' populace, someone else is doing some wondering of his own. Will both of your separate missions lead to the same ending?

Check out my other completed OOT Zelda work- No Woman Beyond

#legend of zelda #link #loz #fanfiction #link x reader #wattpad #romance #fanfic #twilight princess #twili #twilight #midna twilight princess #hyrule #the legend of zelda #fanfic on tumblr #action #adventure

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wheeler-beretta-harwood · 2 years

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I just saw that you spammed me (I love it) and I’m returning the favor.

Which AEW guy do you think gets really jealous and how do you think they handle it? What do they do when you get a jelly belly?

*Clap Clap* Let’s Go

I am standing backstage, laughing about some joke Ethan Page just told. We have already talked about our love for Power Rangers and collecting toys, so now he tells me funny road stories about him and my man, Eddie Kingston. Like that one time their car broke down and they tried to hitchhike, but no car would stop, so they made an attempt of acting like sexy damsels in distress. And failed miserably.

It actually takes me a moment to realize I am being watched. By Eddie. He is standing a bit further down the hallway with Moxley, trying to focus on what the other has to say to him. I smile at him and give a little wave, but all I get in return is a frown. I look back up at Ethan and excuse myself before moving over to my boyfriend. "Hey." I say to him before greeting one of his best friends. "Hey Jon."

The tall man grins at me and we talk for a bit. But I can't help but notice Eddie is being unusually silent. When Mox leaves, I turn to Eddie and smile up at him. He doesn't return my smile though.

"What's wrong? This is the first time you bring me along to work with you, and you're in such a bad mood."

He scoffs, but puts his arm tightly around me. "Just stop flirting with the guys."

"What?! Flirting? With Ethan?! Your friend Ethan, the very much happily married with two kids Ethan? That I have known for quite some time now? You're ridiculous, Eddie."

He narrows his eyes at me. "You think this is a joke? You clearly are his type. and that creep Parker has been eyeing you too."

"Eddie"

"Don't 'Eddie' me. Just stop."

It's my turn to scoff now. "Whatever, EDWARD. This was the first AND last time I'll visit you at work. If you don't mind, I'll go to catering to get some cake. Alone, because apparently I am not allowed to talk to anyone besides you and Mox." Without waiting for him to say something, I do as I just said - go to catering, grab a bite - and don't talk to anyone.

It takes him a few minutes to calm himself down and follow me. As soon as he enters catering, my eyes are glued to him. I can tell he feels bad. Rightfully so. He walks over and sits across from me, trying to sneak a piece of my cake. Usually, I'd let him have it, but not now. "Go get your own."

"Don't be like that, Kitten. I'm sorry."

"Don't 'Kitten' me, Edward. I really don't know what your problem is. Ethan wasn't flirting, he was being nice. I haven't even seen Parker today. And even if any of the other guys were flirting, you think I'd care? Fuck no. You wanna know why? Because I got the best of them all. I got you, Eddie."

"Yeah, but one day-"

"What? I'll find someone better? You gotta be kidding. All I ever wanted was someone like you...and it's a shame you don't see how great you are. But right now, your insecurities are ruining my fun. Our fun. We should be making fun of the Young Bucks' choice of clothing, and laugh about the shitty jokes Jon always cracks."

Eddie smiles at me before moving from across me to the seat next to me. He pecks my lips, then takes my fork, puts a piece of cake in his mouth and looks over to the Jackson brothers. "They're a fucking train wreck, right?"

I smile up at him, in love with how his beautiful eyes changed from worried back to the playfulness I love so much.

"Like the circus clowns all got wasted last night, had a nasty orgy and sprinkled their clown cum all over their rompers."

Eddie's laughter echoes throughout the area, and it's the most beautiful sound I've ever heard.

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A few days later, we are back in Yonkers, just strolling around before getting some street food. As we turn the corner, two females squeal before approaching Eddie, telling him how much they love him and his work in AEW. He smiles politely and....starts flirting?

The women laugh about every fucking word he says, and ask for an autograph and a picture - which I have to take.

I reluctantly take their phones and take one for each woman before they decide they want another with both of them.

They move real close to Eddie and cling to his sides, and I notice Eddie wrapping his arms around both their waists. As soon as he notices my death glare in his direction, he moves his hands away from them, and lets them hang to his sides.

The two want more pictures, but I tell them we have places to be. Then I grab Eddie's hand and drag him along with me. He doesn't even get a 'goodbye' out before I pull him out of earshot.

I can tell he wants to say something, that it didn't mean a damn thing, and I do know he's right. Eddie might be a flirt, but he's faithful.

It still bothers me that these two bitches didn't even care that I was around. And that he didn't mind either.

"Kitten, I-"

"I don't wanna talk about it, and I don't wanna hear your lame excuse. Let's get some food and then go fucking home." I say before finally letting go of him.

He can tell by the way my jaw's clenched that I am really pissed. Usually, it helps when he says something funny. It always cheers me up. He's hilarious.

So that is exactly his plan. He tries to make me laugh while we wait in line, while I order our food, and while we walk back to our place.

I can feel getting less and less angry by the minute, and I don't enjoy it.

"Eddie, stop it with the jokes. I want to keep this level of anger until we're home."

"Why?"

"Because angry make-up sex is the best sex." I say to him, a frown still on my face.

In return, I get a sly grin from my man, before he grabs my hand and starts power-walking back to our apartment.

Eddie Taglist: @eddie-kingstons-wifey

#the best girl asks i answer #inbox trades are the best part of tumblr #aew imagine #all elite wrestling imagine #eddie kingston #eddie kingston fanfic #eddie kingston imagine

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thedawningofthehour · 11 months

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Hi, this is a little bit of an infodump.

So I volunteer at an ichthyology lab every Wednesday, and the latest chapter of doth has sent me down the wonderful rabbit hole of evolutionary lineages!! I have been going absolutely feral over them, it's so fascinating!!

I'm writing a little story where I have anthro characters. And obviously I can't just world build like any normal person and just smack the characters in today's society. I am on a mission to backtrack history and evolution to I can find a way to make sense of all of this.

I fully blame you for this (/j /pos), it's interesting, reading about how the earth was built up way before humans. Learning about the early animals and what caused what family to split from the line and branch off into it's own thing.

I asked like, a billion questions to my friends in the lab about lineages and why certain creatures evolved the way they do. Did you know that the sturgeon used to be a boney fish, but then reverted back to it's cartilaginous skeleton!! Those ugly little bastards (affectionate) are even related to bony fish!! The little guys really just said "Fuck your bones, I'm doing my own thing!!" How cool is that!!

I love learning about this stuff!! Thank you for reminding me about it. I'm bugging all my friends about it, it's plagued my mind!!

I love your writing by the way!! I'm not the best with words, but I think it's cool and neat and good and if I could eat it, I would!

Have a nice day!! Sorry for the long ask!

Writing for this fandom has forced me to ask the weirdest, hyper-specific questions to Google. Like, when did primates diverge from turtles? turns out way, way, way before they even slightly resembled either of those things. And it's not like you can really hide that you're researching ninja turtles lore because there's absolutely no reason to otherwise ask that question.

I haven't even gone down the fish evolutionary rabbithole. I did it a bit to figure out Xever's biology and I was very confused a lot.

Wasn't it dolphins that evolved to crawl out of the ocean, then decided that land sucked and went back? I mean, mood, but what the fuck guys? What even is evolution? This is some clown shit.

#also just...coming to terms with how amazingingly fucking LONG shit's been here #that we cannot comprehend #when i was doing my reading i was like 'oh the fish dude only crawled out eighty millions years before the diversion gale's talking about'#'ONLY' EIGHTY MILLION YEARS #THE GIANT METEOR?!#THE ONE THAT SLAMMED INTO THE CARIBBEAN AND KILLED ALL THE NONBIRB DINOSAURS?!#WAS LESS TIME AGO #THAT WAS 66 MILLION YEARS AGO #if you get into astronomy that's also a mindfuck #doth asks

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the-haunted-office · 1 year

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Hey Thursday, Cyrus and Stanley (and Sept too if she’s in the mood)

Your invited to my new house for my birthday party on the 6th of December (today) , sorry about the short notice I’ve had some stuff going on lately ^^’

"Ooooh, you guys, check it out! It's Alice's birthday today and she's having a birthday party!" Thursday says, calling Cyrus and Stanley over to her computer.

Cyrus was busy serenading Stanley and Stanley was lying on Cyrus' bed, propped up on his elbows and absolutely loving being serenaded. Upon being called over, though, they both get up and go to look.

"That's wonderful, of course we'll be going," says Cyrus. "I shall play some songs for our Alice today."

"Hell yeah, we're going," Stanley agrees with a bright and sunny smile. "I'll be the clown and do ghost tricks to entertain the guests."

Thursday laughs and says, "And I guess that means I'll bring some food! Maybe macarons! Ohhh, I better get started on those right away!"

Thursday moves to get up and start on making the macarons when a message box pops up on her computer screen.

"Please enter the current time."

The younger Narrator squints at it, then shrugs and enters in the current time as she was asked.

The computer accepts the prompt and then puts up a new response.

"I believe I was invited as well."

"Okay, yep, you're right, you were invited, 432," Thursday replies. "What are you going to bring to the party?"

"Fun and games."

After that, the computer goes quiet and Thursday can't get any more responses out of it.

"Well, I hope that's a good thing. I'm off to start on the macarons! We'll be seeing you soon, Alice!"

#syntheticsacrifice

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kobluuroses · 2 years

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🍬 Anon requested: Wataru Hibiki (Pov) X Madara Mikejima, hurt/comfort

I took some liberties with this since the request was a bit vague, regardless I hope you enjoy (get hurt)!

Silence.

Tonight was a quiet night, silence was the only thing that filled it.

You didn't exactly like it, no, to be honest you didn't like it one bit.

The self-imposed cheerfulness you put on yourself gets crushed in times like these. Or would it be more accurate to say you were crushed in times like these--

It was honestly laughable, the boundary between real and fake moods was only the width of a hair strand. So why was it that you fell so hard with nothing to distract you?

You are Wataru Hibiki. The darling performer who can entertain anyone, who... Should be able to entertain anyone at least. Your persona was difficult to keep up around yourself; your smile wasn't as comforting as it was towards others, your eyes didn't hold the shimmer you forced them to have, looking like purple abysses, and, oh god you looked terrible, did you even eat today?

Everything was in disarray, what was staring back at you wasn't a charming actor, nor even a clown. It was the scared child who thought nobody would love him if he didn't make himself useful. It simply felt better when you pretended to not know of your past.

You were feeling terribly antsy, there had to be something you could do, something something something to fill this void in your chest that was sucking up everything in your life and still demanded for more. If all your thoughts could be described in a single sentence it would probably be 'Spiraling down into the abyss'.

You gulped as you heard a knock on the door and were distracted from your reverie, maybe the answer would even come to you then?

"So- Rough day huh Wataru-san?" Madara prodded carefully after you told him about what happened as you just nodded, for once, at a loss of words. It felt so odd, you thank heavens you more or less came back to your senses but... It was still like his voice was underwater, sorry festival man-san, you just were someone different at the moment. You almost winced at the sigh the other gave you before he spoke again "... Sorry I didn't notice, but hey- Mama's been less busy, how about trying to talk with me more at least?" You opened your mouth to retort but Madara started speaking again. "I get what you're about to say~ But I'm not a mind-reader, just someone similar to you."

The way you looked at him was incredulous. "Aaaaand I just ruined my own point, didn't I?" You let out a small laugh at that, throwing yourself over the man quite literally, silently hoping that you don't sound as embarrassing when your mask is down.

"Dear me... If I didn't know any better I'd assume festival-man-san was trying to ruin it- A tinge of humor to make me laugh and get swept off my feet in such a vulnerable state-!" You tried to see if that would humor him but he just rolled his eyes, focusing back on you, "You aren't distracting me no matter how shiny you make your tricks." Damn it, the fact he knew what you were doing scared you so much, you felt like all the masks you learned to put on were see-through, you weren't sure if you liked that yet.

He didn't make any more comments, simply adjusting your position into something that wouldn't make your body scream at you, and was a position where you could look straight at him. A fuzzy feeling in your chest made itself known as you looked up at him, as he silently petted your hair while like this.

You didn't know that tears were already falling as he continued to do this, you didn't realize until you felt a lump in your throat and heard him try and comfort you, oh he was so kind you really couldn't stand it. "There you go Wataru- Off with the mask- It's only us right now." And off it went, he simply let you stay there like that, all while talking as if nothing was the problem, like he didn't see you as ruined because of this, all because he seemed to be able to love you while you're sinking...

And soon, silence returned. However this sort seems to be one you'd grow fond of sooner or later.

#Carnation Fields #ensemble stars #enstars #enstars imagines #enstars x reader #sorta #wataru hibiki #madara mikejima #wataru x madara #reader x madara mikejima #again sorta #🍬 anon

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blackrosesfanfic · 1 year

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Chapter 250

Next day

Amber

"Hello." I say after getting 5 phone calls from my father in the last 3 hours. "Is everything okay?"

"I heard that there had been a fire out in California."

I blow. "Stop watching the news. I'm not even in California."

"Doesn't Chris stay in Everlakes?"

"You made that up. No."

He blows. "Figured he would have been burned to death."

"Wow." I roll my eyes. "Okay, bye."

"Bye, baby. Glad you are safe."

I shake my head. "Chris is not that bad. You do too much."

"Speaking off Chris. He's planning something top secret for you. Hope it's not a damn proposal."

"Wow. You must have been sipping the grape juice at church. Bye, now."

He blows again. "Love you, sweetheart."

I toss my phone at the couch. He knows he should do better. That was fucking rude as shit. My dad never been so mean towards Chris. I don't know where it suddenly came from. He must have some ancient stone age technique for predicting the future. Too bad Chris already asked me to marry him and we already having a baby. I roll my eyes. He really pissed me off in the middle of this ridiculous video shoot. I'm ready to fucking go.

"Baby!" Someone yells.

Everyone looks around. A few people keep looking. Everyone else goes back to work. I stand up trying to get a view of what they see. It's a shit load of balloons floating from a pair of skinny ass legs and Jordan's. I sigh. It's my loose end.

"Baby!"

"Chris." I say.

"Bae!" He says sitting the balloons on the floor. "I love you."

I hit the get well soon balloon. "Christopher, I'm not sick."

He kisses my cheek. "Sick of my shit. I'm sorry, okay."

"Okay."

"I got dinner reservations."

I stare at him. "Is my father coming or something?"

"Damn." He says staring at me confused.

"I'm not a witch. My father called."

Chris shrugs his shoulders. "He couldn't wait 20 minutes? Gotdamn."

"He been calling for hours."

"But I just talked to him."

I shrug shoulder. "Called about a California fire."

Chris shakes his head. "Damn, he pissed and he don't know it's about a baby. Might fucking kill me then."

"Nevermind that."

"I figured that as soon as one of my exs get wind of you being... you know that it will be leaked. Minus well tell your parents today. Trey wrote me a speech. I forgot it."

"Trey, huh?"

Chris kisses my cheek. "Yeah. I know you got a lot of shit to handle before you have to take a break. I know you might not be ready to be Chris Brown whatever. You know? I just want you happy with this baby. And happy for us."

"Listen to my stomach." I say rubbing my belly.

"How the fuck you gonna ignore me?" Chris snaps loudly.

I touch his face then start rubbing it. "We need to talk."

"What the fuck about?" He spats still drawing attention.

"Nothing if you keep fucking acting like a stupid dickhead!" I yell. I blow my face up then inhale. I blow it out slowly. Then say in a calm voice. "Christopher we have a secret. Are we in a place to talk about that?"

Chris throws his hands up then looks around. "You didn't say that."

"We stating obvious shit?" I cover my mouth. "Can we stop talking til we talk? Damn."

"Yeah." He says salty walking away.

I call Cammie. "Where are you when I need you bitch?"

She giggles. I suck my teeth. It's not Cammie.

"You the bitch." MiMi says.

"Where my best friend?" I say then suck my teeth. "Anyway I'm not in a playing mood."

"What's wrong, Bae?" Cammie asks.

I sigh. "How I supposed to connect with this nigga like this?"

She giggles. "I was bout to say fuck him. Now is not the time."

"That's what I wanna tell him." I snap.

"But he not gonna handle that well at all."

"Now we all going in fucking circles. Fucking circus clowns."

She sucks her teeth. "Bae I never been in a stable relationship while pregnant. MiMi come talk to her. You was in a relationship through your pregnancy. Oh yeah."

"What she say?" I ask.

"She said that me and her were not good while she was pregnant. Okay Bae just go ahead and apologize for all the stupid arguments yall bout to have. Cause baby I don't fuck with Chris like that when I'm pregnant."

I blow. "He did something sweet and my ass like so. You did what should have been done. Then my fucking daddy tripping. I ain't ready to hear that mouth."

Cammie sucks her teeth. "It ain't his business so he just better be glad he finding out."

"Thank you for that perspective." I nod.

"And another thing... we go around here talking about a name and what it fucking means. Fuck what other people think about you and your name. It ain't like your ass some lightskinned big ass fluffy hair ass bitch. The world gone shit on your name regardless cause they ain't happy with them fucking selves. Fuck a name. Fuck fame cause the same bitches giving that shit out the ones fucking judging your ass."

"Okay." I say frowning. "We still talking bout me?"

She sucks her teeth. "If the shoe fits."

"I miss you."

"I don't want to hear it. I been in this house all week with just Caden. Nobody fucking loved me then."

I giggle. She already knows I have to take breaks from her shit. Then I fucking miss her ass and her damn dysfunctional family. I roll my eyes at the director of the video. He has been signaling for me to come finish the shit. I feel like I'm finished.

"I need to write Chris a letter."

"Good idea so you can say what you need without that attitude."

I stand up from my chair. "Can someone find out if Chris is still here?"

"He is right there." A girl says pointing across the warehouse room.

"Oh." I say walking away. "Bae I might call and tell you what's up. A big fat ass maybe."

"That fine. Your ass not a real friend anyway."

I smile then hang up. Even if she didn't solve my problems she reminded me that fucking people not perfect. I'm not completely ready for this baby. It's scary but the shit is okay. The flip side could be so much worst. Having a baby with your long time friend aint top of the chart drama. Only thing fills it with drama is Chris name. Everything is fucking good.

MiMi

I walk into the den where the big TV is. Of course I would find Devin in here. He is sitting there eating with King at his feet. King jumps up when he sees me and run over to me. He is the cutest little baby. I hug him back. He hugs my leg.

"The ref cheating." He says.

"The ref cheating?" I giggle.

He sits back down and starts eating. "Yeap. Bullshit play."

I sit next to Devin and watch the game a bit. King jumps up throwing his hands in the air as the referee walks into the middle of the field. Devin laughs a bit with his mouth full.

"That no out of bounds!" King snaps. "Bullshit."

"Does he know what he talking about?" I frown.

Devin smirks. "He a bit hard on the refs but yeah. He caught it before he went out of bounds."

I shake my head. "Kids are so different. JJ would never."

"Naw he wouldn't."

"I'm sorry." I say as the commercial comes on. "I know you did a lot to get us here. I know I can't live like Cammie cause she married a millionaire. Like I don't try to keep up with her. I just really wanna be on this show and the anticipation is making me a wreck. It would be nice to be recognized."

Devin kisses my cheek. "You'll get your 15 minutes Bae. You just not a dedicated dancer like Cammie."

"Yeah."

"Aye." He says kissing me again. "Stop that shit. You could've been dancing in Chris Brown concerts and videos too. Yeah? Hell he would put your fine ass in one right now. You want me to ask?"

I shake my head. "No. I just wanted to say thank you."

Devin gets in my face. "You haven't been putting yourself out there to get recognized. If thats what you want then you need to get to work."

"I don't want to over do it. You know like wearing a white prom dress to someone wedding."

"Naw, I missed that one." He frowns cutting his eyes at the game.

"They took him out." King snaps.

Devin looks at me. "What you want? Your own dance studio?"

"I don't know. I don't think so."

"Maybe post some new dance videos."

I sigh. "I plan on doing some closer to the airing of the show."

"Put some out of you and Cammie now. So that way if she blow up people will search her and find you."

"Piggyback off her attention?"

Devin kisses me turning to the TV. "Yeah. Yo! What the fuck was that?"

"Real football." King snaps.

"Naw man." Devin says like King an adult.

King was responding like a little man. "That's how it done."

"Get out of here." Devin says blowing.

"Sorry team." King retorts. "Cheating ref."

"Whatever lil nigga. We don't need to cheat to win. You bout to see some real football."

"Bullshit." King throws his hands up.

"I know you not." Cammie says from the door. "You getting too into that football game. You forgot who house you at?"

King sits down. "No maam."

"You can watch football without cursing. Yall sitting up here letting him curse."

"Oh." Devin sits up. "I thought that was you Tyga."

King cuts his eyes at Devin. "You team suck."

Cammie rolls her eyes. "King that's your team?"

"Yes. They win. They play real football."

"Okay." Cammie giggles then leaves out.

JJ comes into the room carrying a bag with Chick-fil-A on it. I roll my eyes. He stands in front of the TV watching it. He eats a fry like he too into the TV. The ref throws a flag again sending King into a rage. He seems to understand when his team gets the flag thrown on them. How old is this baby? JJ laughs about it then goes to Devin.

"Daddy where you been?"

"I was at home boy. Where you been?"

JJ digs in the bag. "Grandma Joy sent me hot fries."

"Let me see." Devin says digging in the bag. "Yo where he get these?"

"Joyce had them delivered." I roll my eyes. "He has a gift card and a debit card in his suitcase. I don't know what's on it or what it is for."

JJ gets in Devins way of the game on purpose. "Daddy?"

"Son." Dee says looking around him. "Man fuck this game."

"Cause it how you play." King snaps.

Devin changes the channel. King comes over to JJ's bag not caring about the game getting turned off. I must have missed the end or something. King starts crying. JJ looks at the door. Not me or Devin his fucking parents. He looks at the damn door. He digs in the bag giving King a fry. King wanted to get his own fry so he goes digging in the bag. JJ dashes out the room. He not sharing no more fries obviously.

"Monk?" Devin says touching my thigh. "I walk around here trying to make you happy with material shit. That ain't what you about."

"I'm not."

He kisses my thigh. "I'll be your cameraman. Get you a group of troubled teens that you can teach."

"I wanna be in a movie."

"The pretty only black girl?"

I chuckle. "No like a stomp the yard or save the last dance."

"Ghetto. You fucking ghetto."

"I'm just gonna focus on this show. You've done enough. Okay?"

He kisses my thigh again. "Alright."

"Bae, let's go." Cammie says walking in the room.

"Where?" I move Devin.

Cammie hands me a bag. "Studio. Trey has the kids."

"All of them?"

"Hurry before he realizes it's King, JJ, and Lane too."

Devin sucks his teeth. "Hell naw."

I get up and run. Devin about to start with his insecure shit. He annoying with that shit like I'm the one cheats on him. I'm going to remember to check everything of his because he too persistent with the acquisitions. It's usually him cheating and reflecting.

"I need this." I say getting in the car.

"Bae, I'm so sick of Caden's shit. He glued to me. Won't let me do nothing."

"Minnie before Trey. Devin won't keep her cause he too busy worrying about me fucking somebody. I'm playing detective when we get home. He suddenly super husband fulfilling my every need."

"Yeah we'll see." Cammie huffs.

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