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FUCK!!!! YEAAAAAH!!!!

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AND HE DID IT!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I didn’t plan to post this here, but a few people convinced me that the musical turned out great :)

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I didn’t plan to post this here, but a few people convinced me that the musical turned out great :)

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I got a little lost in my work and my worries, and somehow I lost my inspiration. But today I have my first free evening in a long time and I, like Buggy from this sketch, need an evening for myself) English isn't my native language, errors may occur)

You pushed the door open and stepped into your cozy apartment, kicking off your shoes with a sigh. You put your bag down and noticed the faint sound of water sloshing and the occasional hum drifting from the bathroom. Curious, you head toward the slightly ajar bathroom door. As you peeked inside, your lips curve into a grin at the sight before you.

Buggy was lounging in a large clawfoot tub filled with steaming water and mountains of foam. His hair was tied up in a loose bun, his red clown nose peeked through the bubbles, and a rubber duck floated lazily near his chest. Candles flicked on the counter, casting a soft glow, and a faint whiff of lavender filled the air.

“Well, well, well…” You leaned against the door frame. “What do we have here? The Great Buggy the Clown in all his… bubbly glory.”

Buggy startled slightly, splashing water onto the floor as he tried to sit up straighter in the tub.

“Do you mind?” His eyes narrowed at your teasing tone. “I’m trying to enjoy a moment of peace here!”

“Peace? This looks more like a royal spa day. What’s next, Buggy? A glass of champagne? Cucumber slices for your eyes?”

“I’ll have you know, Y/N,” Buggy scoffed, “that even legends need to relax. Being this flashy is exhausting!”

You stepped closer, your grin widening as you picked up the rubber duck and held it up for inspection.

“And the duck? Is he part of the relaxation routine, or is he your bath-time bodyguard?”

“Don’t mock the duck!” Buggy snatched the toy from your hand, holding it protectively. “He’s an essential part of the ambiance.”

You burst out laughing, leaning against the sink as you watched Buggy try to maintain his dignity amidst the foam and bubbles.

“Ambiance. Right.” You crossed your arms. “You’re just one loofah away from starting your own luxury bath line. 'Buggy’s Bubbly Bliss'.”

“Laugh it up, my jelly bean. But you’re just jealous you didn’t think of it first.”

“Oh, I’m absolutely green with envy.” You said playfully. “I mean, who wouldn’t want to look like a giant blue-haired bubble monster?”

“Get out!!” Buggy scoops up a handful of foam and flicked it at you, a mischievous glint in his eye. You ducked, laughing as a few stray bubbles land on your arm.

“Did you just attack me with foam?” You laughed with a mock in your voice. “That’s it. You’re on your own for dinner tonight!”

“Fine by me.” Buggy leaned back in the tub with a smirk. “I’ve got everything I need right here - hot water, foam, and my trusty duck.”

You shook your head, still laughing, and leaned down to kiss his forehead, careful not to get bubbles on your face.

“Love you, you know that?” You said softly, stroking his wet hair.

“Yeah, I know.” Buggy grinned at you.

You straightened up and headed for the door, tossing a playful glance over your shoulder.

“Don’t stay in there too long, Buggy, or you’ll turn into a raisin.”

“Better a raisin than a stressed-out clown!” Buggy called after you.

The sound of your laughter echoes down the hall as Buggy sank back into the foam, a satisfied grin on his face.

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Hi, guys!

I'm still here! A bit overwhelmed with translation orders. But at least now I see money!

Just wanted to show you that now I have Buggy from CG! Wooohooo!

Love you all, will be back soon! Love you all!!

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My girl turned 35 today!

Dear Catherine Elizabeth Mitchell,

Happy Birthday, my dearest creation, my soul’s reflection, my guiding light. Today, as I celebrate you, I find myself overwhelmed with gratitude for the role you’ve played in my life. You are more than just a character; you are a part of me, yet so much more. You are the version of me I aspire to be smarter, wiser, infinitely more patient. You are my hope, my courage, and my heart, all wrapped into one.

Thank you for appearing in my head, Thank you for being in my life. Thank you for teaching me lessons I didn’t even know I needed to learn. Thank you for your quiet strength, your unwavering kindness, and your ability to see the beauty in the world even when it feels dark. You’ve been my companion through countless stories, my confidante in moments of doubt, and my inspiration when I needed it most. You’ve shown me that it’s okay to be flawed, to stumble, to fall, because it’s in those moments that we find our true strength.

And oh, your clown. How I adore the way you love him. Your relationship with him is a testament to your boundless heart. You see the beauty in his quirks, the light in his laughter, and the depth of his soul. You’ve taught me that love isn’t about perfection; it’s about finding someone who makes your world brighter, someone who dances with you through the chaos and the calm. I wish you both a lifetime of joy, laughter, and endless adventures. May your days be filled with the kind of love that makes even the stars jealous.

Catherine, you are my muse, my mirror, and my friend. You’ve given me so much, and I hope I’ve given you a life worth living in return. As you celebrate another year, know that you are cherished, not just by me, but by everyone who has had the privilege of knowing you through my words.

Here’s to you, Cathie-pie. May your heart always be light, your spirit always free, and your life as beautiful as the love you bring to the world. Happy Birthday, my darling.

With all my love,

Your Creator

Firefly

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TY Mo!!

It's a Russian song "Black October" by Radio Tapok

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If you see this you are OBLIGATED to reblog w/ the song currently stuck in your head :)

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«hush hush, baby, nobody will break you.»

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Thank you, Margarita! This drawing was made for me by a classmate from the 3D animation courses, as a gift for my birthday 😭

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Maybe You're My Enemy (Ch.3)

I don't know if you still remember this story or not. Due to health problems, I was not in the mood to write at all. But the muse visited me a couple of days ago. English isn't my native language. Errors may occur. Fell free to share your thoughts :)

Masterlist is here

Description: Escaping from prison with Buggy? What could be crazier?

Warnings: Fun, adventure, enemies to lovers vibes in the next chapters. The battle scene is inspired by the scene from the movie "Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest" when Elizabeth, Pintel and Ragetti defended the chest by throwing swords. It was fun to write this chapter :)

WC: 3527

The title is taken from "Enemy" by Charli XCX.

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2

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“You!” you squealed, gripping the cold metal bars. “What the hell are you doing here??”

“Waiting for you, probably.” Buggy giggled, leaning his head lazily against the stone wall, his long blue hair falling over his face. Even in the dim prison light, the shine of his red clown nose was unmistakable. “How are you, strawberry?”

Your eye twitched. “IT’S CHERRY, FOR GOD’S SAKE!!!” You lunged forward, trying to reach through the bars, but Buggy only smirked, tilting his head just out of reach.

“What, right here? Oh, I knew you missed me,” Buggy purred. “Let's at least wait until we get out of here before things get interesting.”

“I'm here for you, asshole!” You slammed your hands against the bars, your frustration growing. “I've been looking for you across several islands. And by your grace, I ended up here.”

Buggy let out an obnoxious chuckle, shaking his head. “You see how much I've gotten under your skin? You chase me across islands, and now you’re in prison for me? I must be pretty damn irresistible.”

“Shut up!” you snapped, but Buggy only grinned wider.

“Jesus, stop yelling, you're giving me a headache.” He lazily stretched out, looking down the dimly lit hallway through the bars. “Anyway, I have to disappoint you. You don't have long to enjoy my company.”

You blinked. “What? Why?”

He shot you a cocky smirk. “Because I plan on getting the hell out of here after sundown.”

You narrowed your eyes. “How? Are you gonna squeeze through the bars? You’re not a ghost, you’re a fucking clown.”

“Strawberry, stop grumbling, or all the security guards in this place will be in here tying us up like a party trick.” Buggy wagged a finger at you, amused.

As night fell over the city, the guards made their final rounds, checking locks and counting prisoners. When they reached your cells, one of them—a bulky, bored-looking guy with a permanent sneer—chucked a tray onto the floor, sliding dry, crusty sandwiches under the bars.

“Dinner’s served. Try not to choke on it,” he muttered, smirking as he walked away.

Buggy wrinkled his nose in disgust, nudging the plate with his foot. “So, where’s your team? Why aren't they storming the gates to save their precious queen?”

You sighed, picking at the sandwich hesitantly. “Some of them are waiting on the ship. We have a rule—if I get into trouble, they wait at least two days before trying to break me out. No unnecessary risks.” You took a hesitant bite and nearly gagged. “Jesus. What is this? It tastes like a worn-out boot.”

Buggy rolled his eyes. “Sorry, sweetheart, this ain’t a five-star hotel. But two days? What if something happens to you in two days? What, is your cherry-flavored crew just gonna mourn over their jam queen?”

You groaned. “Cherry blossoms, Buggy. Not jam.”

He snickered. “Doesn’t matter, you’re all sticky either way.”

You chose to ignore that. “And besides, I usually get out on my own. But this time, I… might’ve underestimated a few things.”

“Like stealing my map?” Buggy smirked.

You rolled your eyes. “It wasn’t stealing, it was taking back what was rightfully mine.”

Buggy only chuckled knowingly.

Once the guards had finished their rounds and the prison fell into an eerie silence, Buggy suddenly straightened, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

“Well, sweetheart, it’s been a pleasure chatting, but I gotta get going.”

You blinked. “What?”

“No one dares to lock up the Great Buggy the Clown.”

Before you could question him, his hand detached from his wrist and floated toward the security desk like a sneaky little pet.

Your jaw dropped. “WHAT THE HELL?! HOW DID YOU—? WHAT—? BUGGY, WHAT—?!”

“Shhh! You wanna alert the whole damn place?” Buggy shot you an irritated glare. “Just enjoy the show.”

The severed hand fumbled around on the desk, knocking over a coffee cup before grabbing the ring of keys.

Buggy snickered. “Aha! Knew it. Pattie never changes his routine.”

You gawked at him. “Pattie?! Who the hell is Pattie?!”

“The guard. I’ve been sitting here long enough to name them all. Pattie’s a slob. Leaves the keys next to his coffee and donut every single night, then disappears for two hours.”

You folded your arms. “Wow. You’ve been here for weeks and only now decided to do this?”

Buggy huffed. “You think escaping is just poof—freedom? It’s strategy, Strawberry. There was another guard before, plus extra surveillance. But lucky me, they’ve cut back on security. And lucky you, you get to witness my genius in action.”

The keys jingled as his hand floated back, slapping into his wrist like it had never left. He twirled the keyring dramatically before selecting the right one, slipping it into the keyhole with a flourish.

Click.

Buggy grinned ear to ear. “YES!!!” He threw the cell door open and stepped out, stretching his arms with a victorious sigh.

“Have a good stay, baby. It’s been a pleasure.”

And with that, he ran off down the hall.

You blinked. “…HEY! WHAT ABOUT ME, ASSHOLE?!”

Buggy didn’t answer. The only sound was his footsteps disappearing into the dark hallway.

Your heart pounded. Before you could process your next move, the sharp clatter of a baton hitting metal made you freeze.

“Hey!” A guard stopped in front of your cell, eyes narrowing as he scanned the open one next to you. “Where’s your buddy?”

You blinked innocently. “What buddy? There was no one here.”

You forced out a very unconvincing chuckle.

The guard’s gaze darkened. “…You little shit.”

Shit.

The guard’s grip on your throat tightened, the jagged edge of the broken baton pressing against your skin as he yanked you closer to the bars. The smug look in his eyes made your blood boil, but with your air supply dwindling, there wasn’t much you could do.

“Y/N, peach queen, or whatever your name is—where the hell is your buddy?!” he growled, his breath reeking of stale tobacco and cheap rum. “I’ll be sorry to mess up that face of yours, but I don’t mind giving you a few new scars if you don’t start talking.”

You clawed at his wrist, choking, trying to kick at him through the bars, but he was stronger than he looked. He smirked as he pulled out a walkie-talkie with his free hand.

“Hey, we’ve got a situation. Prisoner escaped. We’ll take it from here—”

THWACK!

The next thing you knew, the guard’s body collapsed like a sack of bricks, his grip loosening as he crumpled to the floor. You gasped, stumbling backward, coughing as you clutched your throat.

A shadow stepped forward from the darkness, the dim torchlight catching flashes of blue hair, green eyes, and an unmistakable red nose.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to treat girls like that?” Buggy’s voice dripped with amusement as he nudged the unconscious guard with his boot, dusting off his gloves like he’d just completed an annoying chore.

You stared at him, chest rising and falling rapidly, a mixture of relief and absolute fury filling your lungs.

“Buggy?” you whispered hoarsely.

“Yes, yes, it’s me,” he said with a dramatic sigh, flipping his hair back. “And I hate myself for it.”

You blinked at him in disbelief. “You…” You shook your head, trying to catch up with reality. “You came back to save me?”

Buggy groaned loudly, throwing his head back. “Ugh, don’t say it like that! You make it sound all… heroic and selfless. I regret every decision leading up to this moment.”

Your glare burned into him. “Oh, you regret it?”

Before you could properly cuss him out, the distant but growing sound of hurried footsteps sent a chill down your spine.

Buggy cursed under his breath. “Shit! Alright, alright, let’s not waste time on my bad decisions—” He pointed a finger at you. “You owe me for this, by the way.”

“Owe you?! I—”

“Later, later!” He waved you off, already pulling a lockpick from inside his pants. “Now hold still and let me work my magic.”

You crossed your arms, glaring at him. “You had this the whole time and only now decided to use it?”

“Do you want me to free you or not, Strawberry?” Buggy shot back, his detached hand slipping through the bars and expertly twisting the lockpick inside the rusted mechanism.

The click of metal grinding against metal filled the tense silence, followed by a soft clunk as the lock finally gave way. The cell door creaked open, and you wasted no time stepping out, rolling your shoulders as you took a deep breath of freedom.

When you turned back, Buggy was standing in front of the now-open cell, chest puffed out, one hand on his hip, striking a dramatic pose as if he had just pulled off the heist of the century.

You stared at him, unimpressed. “…Really?”

“You’re welcome,” he said smugly, wiggling his fingers. “Now, let’s get the hell out of here before someone decides to check on ol’ Pattie over there.”

He grabbed your wrist and pulled you down the corridor, laughter bubbling in his throat as the two of you sprinted toward freedom.

The clang of iron bars echoed through the dimly lit prison as alarm bells screamed overhead. The guards had been alerted, and their thunderous footsteps surged toward you like an approaching storm.

“Shit, shit, shit—THEY’RE COMING!” Buggy barked, grabbing your wrist with a firm yank. “Alright, sweetheart, time to make a flashy exit. And I promise this time, you’re coming with me.”

Before you could question him, Buggy launched into a full-speed sprint, practically dragging you like a ragdoll through the dimly lit hallway. Your boots slammed against the uneven stone floor as the shouts of angry guards erupted behind you.

“HEY! STOP THEM!” one of the guards bellowed.

“The clown’s loose again! Someone grab him before he loses more body parts!” another one yelled.

“Do they know about your Devil Fruit?” you panted between breaths.

“Kind of.” Buggy shrugged mid-run. “Too late for that, dumbasses! The Great Buggy doesn’t get caught! He makes flashy getaways!”

“If this is so flashy, why are we running instead of riding out on a damn cannon?!”

Buggy cackled. “Don’t tempt me, Strawberry! I’d love to shoot us out of here, but first, we gotta actually make it to the exit!”

“IT’S CHERRY!!”

Ahead, a loud clang echoed as the main hallway gate began closing, the heavy iron bars lowering from the ceiling.

Your stomach twisted. “Buggy, we’re NOT gonna make it!”

“Relax, baby, I got this.” Buggy cackled, gripping your wrist tighter. “You really need to start having a little faith in me.”

The guards were closing in. The steel bars of the gate slammed into the ground with an earth-shaking thud—just as Buggy pulled out a key from inside his coat.

“And now, for my greatest trick!” he declared, shoving the key into the rusted lock and twisting it with a dramatic flourish.

You nearly collapsed from sheer frustration. “YOU HAD THAT THE WHOLE TIME?!”

CLICK. The lock snapped open. The heavy gate creaked, but before you could celebrate, a gleaming sword sliced through the air—missing Buggy’s ear by inches.

“OI! HEY! CAN WE GET A DAMN SECOND TO CELEBRATE?!” Buggy yelled.

You grabbed him by the collar and yanked him through the opening, just as another blade CLASHED against the stone where he had been standing a moment ago.

And then you saw it.

The final barrier to your freedom—a massive iron door sealed shut. Even worse, a ring of guards stood in formation, weapons gleaming under the flickering torchlight.

Buggy let out a dry, humorless laugh. “…Welp. That’s unfortunate.”

You glared at him. “Buggy, do something!”

His grin spread wickedly across his face. “Oh, I’m gonna do something. You just better keep up!”

And then, in true Buggy fashion— He exploded.

Not literally, but his body burst apart, arms, legs, and torso detaching mid-air like a ragdoll ripped at the seams.

You stumbled back. “OH DEAR GOD! I NEED TO GET USED TO YOU DOING THIS!”

The guards skidded to a halt, their eyes widening in absolute horror as Buggy’s floating fist rocketed toward them—

CRACK!

One went down instantly, tumbling backward like a felled tree.

Buggy’s head whizzed past you like a loose cannonball, laughing maniacally.

“CATCH!” he howled.

Your brain barely processed what was happening before his literal severed head landed in your hands.

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT ME TO DO WITH THIS?!���

“THROW ME! BUT CAREFULLY.”

The guards lunged, swords raised. No time to think. Instinct took over.

You yeeted Buggy’s head straight into the crowd.

“WHEEEEEEEEEEE—”

WHACK!

His face slammed directly into a guard’s stomach, sending the poor bastard flying backward into two more guards like a set of bowling pins.

“HAHAHAHA! SURPRISE, SHITHEADS!” Buggy cackled.

The guards froze, staring at the rolling clown head in stunned horror.

“WHAT IN THE DEVIL’S NAME—?!”

One guard—clearly a dumbass—bent down and tried to pick up Buggy’s head.

Buggy grinned wide. “BOO!”

“AAAAAARGH! HE BIT ME!!” the guard shrieked, flailing wildly.

“Yeah, I do that!” Buggy cackled through his clenched teeth.

Meanwhile, Buggy’s left leg came soaring through the air—

“HEADS UP!” you yelled.

A guard instinctively caught it.

A fatal mistake.

WHAM! The leg kicked him in the face.

“Fucking clown!” the guard wheezed before hitting the floor like a sack of potatoes.

“Strawberry! Over here!” Buggy’s right arm waved frantically from across the battlefield—pinned under a guard’s boot.

“IT’S CHERRY!!!” You dodged a sword swipe and hurled Buggy’s leg like a javelin.

BAM!

The guard collapsed on impact.

Buggy’s detached hand scuttled across the stone like a damn cockroach, skittering back to reattach itself to his wrist.

Meanwhile, another guard had grabbed Buggy’s torso like a struggling toddler.

“HEY—HEY—PUT ME DOWN, ASSHOLE!” Buggy’s flailing arms smacked uselessly against his captor.

Thinking fast, you grabbed Buggy’s other arm.

“TRADE YA!”

You hurled the arm toward the guard.

The idiot actually caught it.

WHAM! Buggy’s own fist punched him square in the jaw.

Buggy let out an obnoxiously loud laugh as he snapped himself back together, piece by piece. He vaulted onto a crate, arms spread wide like a circus performer basking in applause.

“AND THAT, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, IS WHY YOU NEVER UNDERESTIMATE A CHOP-CHOP MAN!”

A guard lunged from behind.

Without missing a beat, Buggy threw his entire head backward. “HEADBUTT FROM HELL!”

The guard crumpled instantly.

Buggy’s head bounced back into place. “Easy.”

More guards poured into the corridor.

You turned to Buggy. “We’re running out of time.”

Buggy grinned, eyes flashing. “Then I’d say it’s time for our grand finale.”

He grabbed you by the hand.

“Ready for the greatest escape of your life?”

You took one last look at the chaos behind you, the dazed guards, the fallen bodies, the absolute disaster Buggy had left in his wake.

And then you grinned back.

“Hell yes.”

Together, you sprinted toward the exit, vaulting over fallen guards, dodging last-second sword swings, and kicking open the final door just as reinforcements stormed in behind you.

The chill of the night air hit your face like a slap as you burst out onto the open prison yard, the distant roar of the ocean beckoning you forward. Buggy didn’t slow, he just grabbed you bridal-style, leaped off the prison wall, and took off toward the nearest port, laughing wildly.

“BUGGY, PUT ME DOWN!” you shrieked, kicking your legs.

“Why? You like being carried by me, admit it.”

“I WILL PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE.”

“Kinky, but let’s save that for later, sweetheart.”

You gave up fighting and just let him haul you across the dock like a prize he just won at the carnival.

Finally, he skidded to a stop, eyes scanning the moonlit harbor. “We need a boat to get to my ship.”

“We might get spotted on a boat.” You tugged him toward the water. “Let’s swim.”

Buggy blinked. “That’s a problem, honey.” He shrugged. “I’ll sink like a damn stone. Side effect of my powers.”

You frowned. “You never mention that part.”

“It doesn’t usually come up! Look, we’re taking a boat.” Buggy grabbed the nearest small fishing vessel and pushed it into the water. “Besides, it’s dark. Let’s hope we get lucky. I always get lucky.”

You muttered under your breath, “Yeah, I noticed that.”

The stolen boat rocked as you both climbed in, Buggy taking the helm while you kept an eye on the horizon. The ocean roared around you, waves crashing like applause against the boat.

Buggy shook his head wildly, flinging seawater from his hair. “PWAH! Damn, that was fun!”

You glared. “Fun?! You threw your own damn HEAD at me!”

Buggy just grinned. “And you caught it! That’s what I call teamwork, Strawberry!”

You clenched your fists. “STOP CALLING ME THAT!”

“NEVER!” Buggy giggled. 

Before you could argue, a shadow loomed over you.

A massive ship rocked gently in the waves, its silhouette unmistakable—a gaudy monstrosity of mismatched sails, clown motifs, and a very unsubtle red-nosed figurehead.

Buggy whistled sharply, and a rope ladder flung down from the deck.

“Alright, up ya go, sweetheart.” Buggy grabbed the ladder with one hand—but before you could react, he effortlessly yanked you up with him.

“BUGGY?! WHAT THE HELL?!”

He climbed the rope one-handed, holding you like a sack of potatoes.

“What? You wanted me to let you flounder like a sad little fish?”

“I HAVE ARMS! I CAN CLIMB!”

“Too late!”

You swung over the railing, landing ungracefully on the deck.

You groaned, pushing yourself up. “You… are the worst.”

Buggy flashed his teeth, wiggling his eyebrows. “Aww, but you still let me carry you.”

“Because you didn’t give me a choice!”

The crew, a wild mix of misfits, stared. Some of them exchanged looks. A few smirked. Others seemed genuinely unsure whether they should laugh or salute.

“…Uh, Captain?” Mohji stepped forward, his lion growling beside him. “Who’s this?”

You straightened, already bracing for some ridiculous introduction.

Buggy threw an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in like an old drinking buddy.

“This, boys, is Y/N! Certified badass, prison escape co-conspirator, and the reason I had to throw my own damn head at a guy.”

The crew muttered in mild approval.

Cabaji folded his arms. “And what exactly is she doing on our ship?”

You crossed your arms, giving Buggy a knowing look. “Yeah, Captain, what exactly am I doing on your ship?”

Buggy scoffed. “Oh, don’t get cute with me, Strawberry. Your crew is God-knows-where on another damn island, I just saved your ass, and it’s late.” He grinned. “So, lucky you, you get to spend the night on my glorious vessel.”

You blinked. “You’re… actually letting me stay?”

Buggy rolled his eyes. “Geez, don’t make it sound like I’m some heartless bastard.”

“You are a heartless bastard.”

“WITH A CODE!” Buggy snapped. “You think I’m gonna leave my prison break partner stranded? Nah. You get a free ride to your little crew. One night.”

You raised a brow. “One night? What, scared I’ll take over your ship?”

Buggy barked a laugh. “Ha! Please, sweetheart. You’d probably paint my figurehead with strawberries and flowers.”

You smirked. “Tempting.”

“Don’t even joke about it.”

Buggy turned to his crew. “ALRIGHT, GET THIS SHIP MOVING! WE SET SAIL RIGHT NOW!”

“Where to, Captain?”

Buggy shot you a lazy grin. “To wherever the hell her crew is.”

The crew murmured, clearly surprised. Buggy wasn’t exactly known for favors. You just tilted your head, studying him. For all his loud-mouthed arrogance, he didn’t have to do this. But he was.

Buggy caught you looking at him and smirked. “What?”

You sighed, shaking your head. “You’re an ass, but… thanks.”

Buggy grinned wider, draping an arm dramatically over his chest. “Flattery will get you nowhere, darling—”

He suddenly leaned in close, whispering, “—but I do like hearing you say it.”

You shoved his stupid clown face away. “Ugh, forget it.”

You felt strange as Buggy led you into the kitchen, gave you clean clothes, and even set a plate of hot soup in front of you. For someone so loud and ridiculous, he seemed different when he wasn’t performing for an audience. After dinner and a long conversation, Buggy led you to a small cabin. It was… simple. A small bed, a window, a table with a flickering lamp.

“Sorry, I don’t have guest rooms. This is the best I can offer you.” Buggy nudged you inside. “Can’t have my guest sleeping in a hammock with a bunch of drunken sailors.”*

You looked at him, surprised by the genuine hospitality. “Thank you.” You lightly touched his arm. “This is… better than a prison cell.”

Buggy hesitated, then ran his fingers down your arm. “Yeah. Guess so.”

You chuckled. “Hard and weird day, huh?”

Buggy smirked. “You have no idea.” He turned to leave. “Alright. The Captain needs some rest too. Good night, Y/N.”

You smiled. “Good night, Buggy… Oh, and be careful. I know that map is on your ship.”

Buggy just laughed as the ship sailed into the night.

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Dear reader! And all people in the OP fandom. I don't know what happened, but the recent situation was definitely a good shake-up for me. For some reason, I suddenly wanted to write again. And this is my NSFW gift to you, dear reader. Saturday is a good day for good sex :) Sorry not sorry :)

Buggy, the seasoned captain of a notorious pirate ship, strolled along the dimly lit corridors, his footsteps echoing in the quiet of the night. The ship was his pride and joy, and he made it a point to inspect it thoroughly before retiring for the evening. With his rugged appearance blue hair, a distinctive red clown nose, and piercing green eyes, he cut an intimidating figure, but his crew respected him immensely.

As he approached the cabins, a faint sound caught his attention. It was a soft, rhythmic moan, emanating from one of the rooms. Buggy's curiosity piqued. He recognized the voice as belonging to you, a stunning young woman who had recently joined the crew. He couldn't help but wonder what was causing such pleasurable sounds.

Silently, he crept towards your cabin, his heart pounding with anticipation. Through the slightly ajar door, Buggy caught a glimpse of you, your lithe body illuminated by the soft glow of a lantern. You lay on your bed, your fingers moving feverishly between your legs, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

"Damn!" Buggy's eyes widened as he realized you were pleasuring herself, your hand working in sync with your moans.

Buggy stood there, transfixed. Your legs trembled, and your breath quickened. You were completely lost in your own world. Buggy's cock suddenly stirred in his pants, growing harder with each passing second. He felt a rush of heat between his legs as he witnessed your intimate moment.

Buggy's mouth went dry as he imagined what it would feel like to be in that bed, to have your wet, hot body pressed against him.

"Oh, Buggy... yes... right there," you whispered, your voice laced with desire.

"Huh??" Buggy's eyes widened.

Hearing his name on your lips sent a jolt of excitement through his body. He felt a stirring in his loins as he watched your fingers dance over your sensitive flesh. Your eyes were closed, your face contorted in ecstasy, unaware of the audience you had.

Unable to resist any longer, Buggy pushed the door open, the creak of the hinges causing you to startle. Your eyes flew open, and for a moment, embarrassment washed over your face. But as you saw the lustful look in Buggy's eyes, your embarrassment turned to raw desire.

"Captain," you breathed, your voice hoarse with need. "I... I didn't know you were there."

Buggy took a step into the room, his gaze never leaving your body. "I couldn't help but overhear, Y/N. You seemed to be enjoying yourself." His voice was low and gravelly, reflecting his own growing arousal.

"You... you watched me?" Your hand stilled, and you bit your lip, your eyes never leaving Buggy's face. "I... I'm sorry, Captain. I didn't mean to disturb you."

"Disturb? Me?" Buggy let out a low chuckle. "On the contrary, Y/N. You've intrigued me. I couldn't resist seeing what you were up to." He took another step forward, his eyes now fixed on your exposed body. "And I want to watch more."

Your heart raced as you realized Buggy's intentions. You had always found him attractive, his rugged looks and commanding presence igniting a fire within you. Now, with him standing in your cabin, you felt a surge of boldness.

"You want to watch me finish?"

Buggy's eyes darkened with hunger. "Oh, I want more than that, my love."

"So.. Maybe.. Do you want to join me, Captain?" You asked, your voice steady despite your racing pulse.

Buggy's eyes darkened, and he licked his lips, taking a moment to admire you. "I thought you'd never ask."

With that, Buggy moved swiftly, closing the distance between both of you. Your breath caught as he gently pushed you back onto the bed, his strong hands exploring your body. He traced the curve of your waist, the softness of your thighs, and then, with deliberate slowness, he slid his fingers along the damp fabric of your panties.

"You're so beautiful," Buggy whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "So fucking gorgeous, Y/N."

Your breath hitched as you anticipated his touch.

"You're so wet, Y/N," Buggy murmured, his voice husky. "Did thinking of me make you this way?" His fingers teased you, running along the edges of your wetness, but not entering you yet.

You let out a soft moan, your body arching into his touch. "Yes, Captain. I've been imagining your hands on me, your touch driving me wild. Please," you begged. "Touch me."

Buggy's fingers slipped beneath the fabric, finding your warm, wet core. He stroked you gently, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "You're so responsive, Y/N. I want to taste you."

With that, Buggy plunged his fingers into you, eliciting a sharp gasp from your lips. He thrust his fingers in and out, his thumb circling your clit, driving you wild with pleasure.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Buggy growled, his voice filled with raw desire. "So tight and wet for me."

Your hands gripped his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as he finger-fucked you relentlessly.

"You're so ready for me, Y/N.."

Before you could respond, Buggy lowered his head, his lips finding your sensitive bud. He flicked his tongue across your clit, eliciting a sharp gasp from you. Your hands tangled in his hair, urging him closer, as he continued to tease you with his skilled mouth.

"Oh, Captain, yes!" you cried out, your hips thrusting upwards to meet his mouth. He suckled and licked, his fingers working in tandem, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Your body trembled, your orgasm building to an intense peak.

"I'm going to come, Captain!" you exclaimed, your voice filled with urgency.

Buggy increased his pace, his tongue swirling and flicking, driving you over the brink. Your body convulsed, your back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure washed over you. You cried out his name, your hands gripping the sheets as your release consumed you.

Buggy continued to lavish attention on you, his fingers never slowing, until your body stilled, your breathing gradually returning to normal. You lay there, sated and satisfied, your eyes fluttering open to find Buggy gazing down at you with a satisfied smile.

"That was incredible, Captain," you said, trying to find your breath.

"Was? In the past tense? No, no, honey. We are not done yet."

Buggy's cock, already rock-hard and straining against his pants, was more than ready to oblige. He quickly shed his clothes, revealing his muscular body, covered in a light dusting of blue chest hair. Your eyes widened as Buggy moved up your body, his lips capturing yours in a passionate kiss. His tongue invaded your mouth, mimicking the actions he had just performed between your legs. You tasted yourself on his lips, and it only served to heighten your arousal once more.

Breaking the kiss, Buggy positioned himself between your thighs, his hardness pressing against your wetness. Your breath caught as you felt the tip of his cock at your entrance. He teased you, rubbing the head of his dick against your sensitive folds, making you squirm with need.

"Please, just fuck me already," you begged.

With a slow, deliberate thrust, Buggy entered you, filling you completely, stretching you to the limit, and you loved every second of it. You let out a soft moan, your body adjusting to his size. He paused, giving you a moment to acclimate, before beginning a steady rhythm, his hips moving in a sensual dance.

"Oh, fuck, you're so tight, Y/N. So tight and warm," he grunted, his hands gripping your hips possessively. "I'm gonna fuck you hard."

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper with each thrust. "Faster, Buggy," you urged, your nails digging into his shoulders. "Harder."

Buggy obliged, his pace quickening, his cock pounding into you relentlessly. The sound of your bodies slapping together filled the cabin, mingling with your moans and gasps. Your pleasure built once more, your body responding to Buggy's primal thrusts. Your head rolled back, your hair sticking to your neck, as you surrendered to the rough, animalistic sex.

"Yes, yes, yes!" you chanted, your words turning into incoherent cries of pleasure. "Harder, Captain, fuck me harder!"

Buggy obliged, his hands gripping your hips tighter, his cock pounding into you with relentless force. Your body shook with each thrust, your orgasm building with every stroke. You could feel your climax approaching, an intense wave of pleasure ready to crash over her.

"I'm gonna come, Captain!" you screamed, your voice raw and desperate. "Fuck, I'm coming!"

Buggy reached between you both, his fingers finding your swollen clit, and began to rub it in time with his thrusts. "Come for me, Y/N," he growled. "Let me feel you climax around me."

Your body tightened, every muscle coiling with tension, as you soared towards another climax. Buggy's name tumbled from your lips as you shattered around him, your inner walls pulsing and contracting, milking his cock.

Buggy groaned, his own release building as he felt your orgasmic grip on him. With a final, powerful thrust, he emptied himself into you, his seed filling your depths. You clung to each other, your bodies slick with sweat, as your heart rates gradually slowed.

As you lay entangled in the aftermath, Buggy nuzzled your neck, his breath hot against your skin. "That was... extraordinary, Y/N," he whispered, his voice filled with wonder.

You smiled, your fingers tracing patterns on his back. "I never imagined it would be like this."

Buggy chuckled, his laughter rumbling in his chest. "Well, Y/N, I'm glad I could provide you with a memorable experience."

[lostfirefly]

"What do you want from me? Tell me! What do you want from her? Huh? Tell me! Stop looking at me and smiling, plush bastard!!" Buggy shook the octopus toy in his hands. "You look at her, you smile at her. She's mine, you understand? The fact that she hugs you doesn't mean anything. She hugs me too. And I can do things with her that you can't do. What can you do? Nothing! You're just a pink piece of fucking foam rubber. Stop staring at me!! Are you trying to irritate me on purpose? Hate you!!"

"Oh my god, I felt so good in the hot bath. I'm gonn-- What are you doing?" Catherine asked, entering the bedroom.

"Nothing." Buggy quickly threw the toy onto the bed.

"Are you holding plush Buggy?"

"He's not.. He's not Buggy!!!" He threw the toy on the floor.

"Why did you do that?" Catherine picked up the toy. "Don't be afraid, my plush Buggy." She stroked octopus' head and kissed him. "I won't let that grumpy clown hurt you."

"Stop calling that plush bastard by my name!!"

"But I love your name!" Catherine put the toy on her nightstand. "Plus, it reminds me of my birthday when you won it for me at the shooting range." She climbed onto the bed. "Hi!" She kissed Buggy on his cheek.

"Seriously, woman?" Buggy crossed his arms. "Are you kissing me after him?"

"Oh my God! I can't believe you're jealous of my toy." Catherine covered herself with a blanket and took a book.

"I'm not!" Buggy tried to be confident even he was annoyed that she kissed the toy first and not him.

"Yes, you are! Damn. I lay down so comfortably. My blue-haired love, can you bring me some tea?"

"But I lie comfortably too! Oh, I know! Ask your octopus. I'm sure he'll happily jump off the nightstand and run to the kitchen on his plush tentacles."

"Oh, damn you, fucking clown." Catherine was about to stand up.

"Wait!" Buggy stopped her. "Fine! Which one do you want?"

"Lavender, please."

"Fine." Buggy shifted his gaze to the nightstand. "I'll be back. See?" He snapped his fingers. "Your plush bastard isn't perfect. He won't do that. He won't bring you tea. But I.." He pointed at himself. "I'll do that."

Catherine watched Buggy go and looked at the octopus toy. "He's so funny, isn't he? He's jealous of my sister and you. But don't be afraid, he won't do anything to you. He knows that I love you." She stroked toy's head. "You're so cute!"

"I'm back." Buggy saw Catherine petting the toy and tried his best to restrain himself. "Here, your tea." He held the mug in Catherine's hand. "How can you drink this? Lavender smells weird. Fuck! Now the whole bedroom will stink of that purple fucking grass again."

"Am I in for a night of clown whining? Maybe I need to drink something stronger?" Catherine took a sip. "Damn! So good!"

"I'm not whining."

"Yes, you're. An hour ago you were grumbling that I was lighting cinnamon and ylang-ylang candles in the bathroom."

"They smell weird too!" Buggy rolled his eyes. "Why can't you buy candles that smell like rum, beer or hot dogs?"

"Because I don't want to lie in a bathtub that smells like a cheap dive bar, Buggy. It's ridiculous. Now, be quiet, I'm reading a book."

Buggy carefully moved towards Catherine and she immediately pressed her back against him, covering them both with a blanket. Buggy looked at the smiling toy and rolled his eyes.

"What are you reading?" He asked quietly, placing his chin on Catherine's shoulder.

"20.000 leagues under the sea."

"What is it about?"

"Oh!" Catherine scratched Buggy's head. "This's the story of marine biologist Pierre Aronnax, his manservant Conseil and harpoonist Ned Land, who – after joining the hunt for a mysterious sea monster – are thrown overboard when the monster attacks and find themselves prisoners of Captain Nemo. It's a very interesting book. Captain, sea, adventure."

"I knew from our first meeting that you had the spirit of adventure." Buggy chuckled.

"I'm long way from your spirit of adventure, my flashy fool. You agreed to both trips so easily." Catherine run her fingers over the lines. "Oh, listen. The sea is everything. It covers seven tenths of the terrestrial globe. Its breath is pure and healthy. It is an immense desert, where man is never lonely, for he feels life stirring on all sides. The sea is only the embodiment of a supernatural and wonderful existence. It is nothing but love and emotion; it is the `Living Infinite,′ as one of your poets has said. I don't know why but these lines remind me of you."

"Why?" Buggy placed his hand on her waist.

"I don't know." Catherine scratched his head again. "There's something inside of you. You know. It's as if you've locked away something from your past life. Some kind of fire of life, if I may say so. Listen.. Can I ask you a question?"

"Go ahead."

"Are you happy with your life?"

"Why are you asking?"

"I don't know. Don't you want to drop everything and go somewhere far far away?"

"Me?" Buggy shrugged. "Nah! I have a circus. I have money. A roof over my head."

"And me!" Catherine giggled.

"Fine! And you."

"And if you want to go somewhere, will you take me with you?" Catherine asked quietly.

"If you behave well, I'll take you." Buggy kissed her temple.

"Of course you will take me. Where would you go without me? You can hardly stand 20 minutes without me."

"Hey! I lived somewhere before you!"

"I wonder what you were like before you met me." Catherine looked at Buggy of the corner of her eye. "You've changed a lot in these months. From a grump, you've become a little less of a grump."

"I'm not grumpy! A grumpy guy can't be a sex god!" Buggy giggled idiotically.

"God!!" Catherine rolled her eyes. "I knew this phrase would stuck in your head!"

"I can't forget such a high praise of my talent!" Buggy tried to kiss her neck.

"Your talent is to piss me off!" Catherine gently pushed his head away. "What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to seduce you. You're sending me a signal!" Buggy tried to kiss her neck again.

"In what universe am I sending you signals?!" Catherine pushed his hand away again. "Get your painted lips away from me! I'm reading a book."

Buggy exhaled sadly. "You're such a fool. Turn on the TV and watch your sports channels, because thi-i-is won't happen today.. "

"Damn!"

Catherine started running her fingertips over his stubble. "You are unshaven and prickly. I like that. Oh! Can you get me a cookie with your chop chop thing? It's in my nightstand, top drawer."

"Cookies?" Buggy asked sadly. "So there definitely won't be anything today?"

"Na-ah! You are being punished."

"For what?" Buggy almost squealed.

"For what you did last night. God, I'm even ashamed to remember it." Catherine blushed.

"But it was go-o-o-od!" Buggy exclaimed, a silly grin spreading across his face as he gazed at Catherine, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "We can do it again r-r-right now!" He tried to kissed her neck again.

"Na-ah!" Catherine pushed his head away gently. "I won't remove the punishment. We will never repeat what you did to me in the motel during the second adventure. I don't know how you managed to talk me into doing that again. It's so strange that you can sit in a chair. And yours... you know... maybe in me.. God!" Catherine blushed.

Buggy giggled idiotically in response. "I wish you could see your face. It was fun to watch."

"Stop laughing, jerk! This is not normal! You can leave... well.. him at home, do whatever you want with me, and you yourself will sit somewhere in a bar and sip beer. It's so strange!"

"If you don't want to do it like yesterday, we can do it the usual way."

"No-o-o!" Catherine slapped his hands. "Stop grabbing my ass and get your tentacles off me! Take your beer and chips, watch a hockey game and tell your little Buggy he has a day off today." Catherine kissed him on his nose. "Please, my love, get me some cookies."

"Double damn!" Buggy murmured under his breath, reached out to get the cookie, and turned his gaze to the toy. Its embroidered smile seemingly mocking Buggy in the quiet of the moment.

"It's your fault, fucking octopus!!"

[lostfirefly]

@tiredemomama made me

[lostfirefly]

*today is my birthday and i wanted to post this short story for you, my reader. thank you for your kind words, comments and support)*

Buggy was lying in bed, bundled up in an excessive number of blankets, his nose red, and his face pale. The cabin was a mess, with tissues strewn everywhere and a mug of half-drunk tea on the nightstand. You sat beside him, patiently wringing out a cool cloth to place on his forehead.

"Y/N… I’m dying. This is it. Tell the crew I went out like a legend." Buggy groaned dramatically.

"You’ve got a cold, Buggy. You’re not dying." You rolled your eyes, pressing the cloth to his forehead.

"You don’t know that! What if it’s some rare pirate flu? Or.. or a curse from that treasure I touched last week?" Buggy sniffled. "Can't believe that I'll die here. In my bed. Go away and remember me as fearless Captain."

"For the last time, you're not dying!! And it’s not a curse. You touched the treasure and then licked your fingers. That’s probably why you’re sick. I told you not to do that." You chuckled.

"Ugh, don’t remind me. I can’t believe I’m stuck in bed. Captains don’t get sick, pumpkin. This is humiliating." Buggy sank deeper into the blankets, groaning.

"Even captains need to rest sometimes. You’ll be fine, but you need to stop whining and let me take care of you."

"I’m not whining." Buggy peeked out from the blanket and pouted. "I just can't believe it's gonna end like this."

"See?! Again! You're whining." You chuckled. "I warned you, if you keep this up, I'll stick a thermometer up your ass."

"No, please, pumpkin! I can't go through this a second time." Buggy shook his head with terrified eyes and sighed. "Fine... I'll just continue complaining strategically."

"Oh, is that what we’re calling it now?" You raised your eyebrows.

"Yes. And as your captain, I demand more tea, Y/N. And… maybe some soup. And another blanket."

"You already have five blankets, Buggy. You already look like a big Mexican burrito. You don’t need another one."

"But I’m freezing! This must be what the death feels like!" Buggy sniffled dramatically.

"You’re not freezing." You sighed, grabbing his hand to check how warm it's. "You’ve got a fever, which is why you feel cold. Just stay still, and I’ll get you that soup."

"Don’t leave me, pumpkin!" Buggy clutched your hand. "What if I don’t make it before you get back?"

"You’ll survive, Buggy." You gently pulled your hand away, rolling your eyes. "You’re too stubborn to die from a cold."

You headed to the kitchen, leaving Buggy to groan and mumble about his "impending doom." When you returned with a bowl of steaming soup, he’s curled up, looking like a pitiful pile of blankets.

"Alright, sit up, captain. I’ve got your soup."

"You didn’t poison it, did you?" Buggy peeked out. "Because I told you last week the cannon in the kitchen was a good idea."

"It’s not poisoned. And the cannon is not staying, Buggy. I told you. Over my dead body."

"Fine," Buggy grumbled but sat up with your help. "But I still say it was genius."

"No, it wasn't." You handed him the soup, and he took a small sip, immediately looking a little less miserable.

"Tasty?" You asked softly.

"This is good." Buggy nodded. "Thanks, Y/N."

"You’re welcome." You sat beside him, brushing his hair back gently. "See? You’re not so bad when you’re not being dramatic."

"I’m not dramatic…" Buggy leaned into your touch. "I’m passionate.. About everything, you know?"

"Whatever you say, Captain."

You stayed by his side, quietly comforting him as he eats. Despite his protests, Buggy secretly enjoyed the attention, feeling a little less miserable with you there. He may be loud and ridiculous, but in moments like this, it’s clear how much he appreciates your care, even if he’d never admit it out loud.

[lostfirefly]

The morning sun painted the endless horizon in shades of pink and gold as the ship gently rocked on the waves. You stretched lazily, the salty breeze brushing your skin, and the sound of seagulls announcing the start of a new day. Before you could fully wake, the unmistakable scent of fresh coffee and something sweet drifted into the cabin.

"Rise and shine, my sweetheart!" Buggy’s voice rang out in the hallway.

You sat up, a sleepy smile tugging at your lips as Buggy entered the cabin, balancing a tray in his hands. The tray held a plate of an omelette drizzled with ketchup, a small bowl of fresh fruit, and a steaming mug of coffee.

"Breakfast in bed? You’re spoiling me, my Captain." You teased.

Buggy grinned. "What can I say? I’m a man of many talents." He set the tray down in front of you. "And spoiling you is one of my greatest talents."

"Hah, right. Thank you, Buggy," You said softly. "Let's try it!" You up a fork and took a bite. "Dear god! This is delicious!"

"Of course, it is!" Buggy crossed his arms. "Only the best for my favorite pancake. Best Captain. Best ship. Best bed. Best breakfast."

You laughed, the sound ringing out like music. You reached out to tug playfully at his scarf, pulling him closer. "And here I thought you were just a terrifying clown. Turns out, you’re a romantic." You squinted your eyes.

"Terrifyingly romantic," Buggy shot back with a wink. "Just don't tell anyone, otherwise the team will laugh at me."

"I won't." You pecked him on his lips.

As you finished your breakfast, Buggy took a deep breath. His usual smile seemed to falter, replaced by a rare vulnerability.

"Y/N," he began, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it. "There’s… something I’ve been meaning to do."

Before you could respond, Buggy sank down onto one knee, the wooden floor creaking slightly beneath him. In his hand, he held a small velvet pouch, which he opened to reveal a stunning ring, a delicate silver band with a deep blue gem at its center, glinting like the ocean under the sun.

"Buggy," You whispered, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Y/N," he said, his voice steady despite the slight flush coloring his cheeks. "You’re the chaos to my madness, the anchor to my storm. You make every battle, every treasure, every stupid pirate rivalry worth it." He paused, his eyes locking with yours. "I’m not the easiest man to love, but if you’ll have me, I’ll spend every day proving to you that I’m worth it."

Tears welled up in your eyes, a mix of joy and disbelief swirling in your chest.

"Will you marry me?" Buggy asked, his smirk softening into a hopeful smile as he held the ring out to her.

You laughed through the tears, nodding vigorously. "Yes! Yes, of course!"

Buggy’s grin widened, and he quickly slipped the ring onto your finger before pulling her into his arms. He spun her around, both of them laughing as the ship swayed beneath their feet.

"You’re stuck with me now," Buggy declared, his voice filled with mock menace.

"Good," You replied, her arms tightening around him. "Because there’s nowhere else I’d rather be."

[lostfirefly]

My first birthday present :)