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frost-queen · 2 days

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Dogfights (Reader x Jake 'Hangman' Seresin)

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Summary: Reader hates Hangman cause he's an asshole. Hangman can't stop teasing you about it. When he sees you flirt with another he jumps in, acting all jealous and possesive. Dragging you to a secluded area, he asks just how much you hate him before kissing you. Shocking your crew when you start dating.

Your F16 shot past Phoenix and Bob one’s. Breathing loud in the mask as you turned the handle. Your F16 doing a turn, hanging vertical up in the air. – “Wow slow down there Y/n.” – Phoenix called out over the intercom. – “Back.” – Bob shouted loud seeing another F16 behind him. Phoenix pulled up as the F16 went nose up. She let it tip till it faced forwards once more. Confused she looked at the F16 that had simply flew forwards.

Ignoring them in the dogfight. – “What are you doing?” – Phoenix whispered. You groaned loud making your F16 twirl in the air. The F16 on your tail, not easy to loose. – “Cut it out Bagman!” – you shouted over the intercom. You heard him chuckle. – “I’m coming for you.” – he laughed out. He sped up ignoring Coyote’s F16 that he could’ve easily played out of the game.

Turning and tumbling, you tried to get your F16 behind Hangman’s. – “Not interested in more snacks?” – Phoenix teased over the intercom. Hangman only seemed to have eyes for you. Making it his goal to cut you out of the game. Everything else not caring for. – “Nope, just the big meal.” – he replied over the intercom with a smile.

He was tailing you. Following your F16’s movement smoothly. Narrowing his eyes a bit, he flipped the protecter up. Giving him a clear to press the button. The scanner on his screen tracking you mindlessly till it found a lock on you. –“Gotcha.” – he said pressing the button. There were some beeps as he cheered loud. – “You’re out of the game Scout.” – he shouted loud in victory.

You turned round to fly beside him. Hangman saluted you as you held your hand up, flipping it over to stuck your middle finger up to him. Hangman laughed more. – “God I love winning from you Scout.” – he said with ease, getting all comfortable in his seat. You brought your F16 down to the landing track.

Rooster came running up to you as you got out of the F16. – “God I hate him.” – you muttered out. Rooster joined your side, swinging his arm around your shoulder. – “3 minutes Scout. You managed to get him off your back for 3 minutes. That’s 20 seconds longer than last time.” – Rooster spoke as you laughed mockingly at him.

“Every damn dogfight!” – you groaned out. – “He always singles me out.” – you finished with frustration. Every dogfight Hangman always came chasing after you to get you out of the game. In the beginning it took him about 30 seconds to do so. Over the courses, you had figured he’d only come after you so you adapted. Learning how to stay out of his sight that little longer.

Today it seemed to be 3 minutes. 3 minutes he had been chasing you around before kicking you out of the game. Why? No one had a clue. Perhaps cause he was just an asshole. Rooster pushed you closer to him. – “I’ll buy you drinks when this is over.” – he said. – “You better.” – you answered nudging him in the side.

Rooster chuckled leading you back to the others. Maverick patted you on the back once you joined the others. With a deep sigh, you sat down. Listening in on the intercom of Hangman and Phoenix still up in the air. After another 2 minutes or so. It was over.

Hangman walked in all smug. Phoenix shooting him a glare as Bob walked quietly behind her. You were all dismissed as you and Phoenix walked to the changing rooms. Holding your fresh shirt in your hands, you had the need to groan loud in frustration. – “Every single time.” – you called out catching Phoenix’s attention. – “I hate it.” – you added. – “I know.” – Phoenix said dramatically noticing a figure appear in the door opening.

“Isn’t that sweet.” – Hangman came leaning against the door, arms crossed. – “You’re getting all worked up over me.” – he teased with a pestering smile. Giving him a glare, you threw your shirt at his face. He dodged it as it landed in the hallway. Jake chuckling teasingly taking a run for it. You rolled your eyes, getting to the hallway to retrieve your shirt.

You finished getting dressed, slamming your locker shut. You drove with Phoenix to the bar, meeting up with everyone else. Most of the boys were already there. You waved Phoenix goodbye, coming up to the bar. You held two fingers up to Penny as she already knew the order.

On the other side of the bar appeared Hangman. – “I’ll have four more on the old timer.” – he said, leaning with his elbow on the bar. Penny quirked her eyebrow up. – “Oh, I meant Y/n.” – he enlightened Penny with a slight point at you. – “Don’t you ever grow tired of your lame jokes?” – you asked him. – “Nope.” – he responded all quirky. – “Certainly not when I can make you blush like that.” – he said.

Immediately you pressed your hand against your cheek, feeling if you had warmed up. Feeling if you were flushed without you knowing. Jake laughed loud from your reaction. He had lied, but it was fun to see you actually believe it. Penny sat down the beers in front of Hangman. – “Next time it’s your turn.” – she warned him.

Hangman clicked his tongue with a wink at you. Penny turned to your side of the bar. Giving you a sympathetic smile whilst giving you the drinks. You took them, going around the bar to your company. Phoenix sat in one of the booths with Fanboy and Rooster. You set her drink down, scooting in at Rooster’s side.

“He still bothering you.” – Rooster asked, swooping an arm over you. Your gaze flashed towards Hangman by the pool table. He looked back at you with a smile, tapping the pool stick gently on the ground. – “He just thinks he’s interesting.” – you told them, making them all laugh. – “Enough about Bagman. I want to enjoy this night.” – you said leaning closer to the table. – “Cheers to that.” – Phoenix said holding her drink up.

You raised your drink as well letting it touch with hers. The four of you chatted and laughed. Having so much fun it showed. It caught Hangman’s attention from time to time. A few more hours in and drinks away, you got up for another order. Exhaling loud you made your way over to Penny’s bar. Leaning a bit on the counter, waiting for her as she had gone to the back for some refills.

From across the bar, your eyes met up with a boy. He wore his uniform as you figured he was on a different program. He smiled at you, making you smile shyly back. He couldn’t seem to get his attention away from you. Penny returned, blocking his view as you saw him try to look past her to catch you.

It made you chuckle teasingly finding it cute. The man ordered as he then gestured at you. – “I’m buying her drinks too.” – he said. – “That’s be five more drinks on your behalf.” – you told him, letting him know he wasn’t just buying for one drink. – “Sure.” – he responded with a sweet smile. Penny didn’t interfered getting the drinks. The man patted the bar before going around and joining your side.

“So you’re a Top gunner.” – he remarked observing your uniform. You turned more towards him, observing his uniform. It had a dark blue shade. – “You’re an upper-sider.” – you acknowledged. – “That I am ma’am.” – he said making you laugh. Penny was setting the drink on the counter as you only seemed to have eyes for each other. The guy picked up a drink, handing one to you. He took one for himself, letting your drinks touch. – “Cheers to you sugar.” – he said. You leaned a bit closer, chatting with him. You remained by the bar as your friends were still waiting for their drinks.

Hangman’s gaze fell on you by the bar. Seeing another man with you. His eyes widened brief before they narrowed to a glare. – “Hangman… Hangman… Jake.” – Coyote said to get his attention. Coyote patted Jake against his shoulder. – “It’s your turn man.” – he said surprised when Jake pushed his pool stick into his hands. He made his way over to the bar, ready to break whatever was going on apart.

Jake moved himself in front of you, blocking your way from him. The guy looked surprised at the sudden appearance of him. Jake eyed him up and down. – “What do you think you are doing?” – he asked rudely. – “I…I’m just talking to her.” – the guy answered. Jake scoffed with a put up smile. – “Jake.” – you shout-whispered behind him, nudging his back with your fist to make him cut it out.

“I’m sorry but I didn’t gave you permission to talk to her.” – Jake answered. – “Jake.” – you repeated giving him another nudge to stop embarrassing you. – “I didn’t know I needed permission.” – the guy answered, not backing down. Jake gave him a taunting smile to mock him. – “Jake please.” – you begged for him to stop being such an idiot.

“I’ve got a fun idea.” – Jake said giving the guy a little shove by his shoulder. – “Why don’t you back off.” – he called out. – “Jake!” – you called out loud, already feeling embarrassed enough as all your friends were watching. – “What are you her boyfriend or something?” – the guy asked loud. You hated it and wanted to escape so you started to leave. Before you even set two steps, you were held back by Jake grabbing your wrist, keeping you by his side.

His grip firm around your wrist. The hatred in his eyes clear. Jake bumped hard with his shoulder against him, whilst dragging you along. You looked back over your shoulder to Phoenix, not sure what was happening. Phoenix could only stare speechless back at you. Jake dragged you over to where the toilets were. Secluded and away from everyone else. He let go of you by the window.

“What the hell Hangman!” – you called out. Suddenly startled when Jake moved closer, pressing his hands beside you on the glass, locking you in. – “How much do you hate me?” – he asked, making you widen your eyes in shock. – “What?” – you called out confused. – “Just how much do you hate me Y/n.” – he needed to know. For a moment you thought he was serious till you saw that smirk appear.

“I…I…I don’t know.” – you responded stuttering as you couldn’t utter a word. Not with Hangman leaning in so close to you. You looked away, finding his fixed stare a bit too intense. Hangman removed one hand from against the glass, taking your chin to make you face him. – “How much.” – he whispered eyeing your lips. You parted your lips to speak, not sure what to say. A moment later were his lips on yours.

To your surprise you were kissing him back. Not sure why you were kissing this fool back. His hands touched your lower back, pressing you closer to him as your hands found a way to his neck. Hangman broke the kiss off whilst smirking. – “So how much?” – he asked teasingly making you roll your eyes at him, pushing his face away by his cheek in a playful way.

He grabbed you again, kissing you a second time as he didn’t seem to get enough from it. The two of you returned to the others, collecting the drinks still on the bar to hand them out. Hangman winked at you before returning to Coyote to finish his game.

The next day you were in the hangar with everyone. You sat down with Phoenix and Bob. Maverick chatting with Cyclone as they waited for the last recruits to join them. Hangman, Fanboy and Coyote neared to take a seat. Hangman first went over to you, coming to stand behind your chair. He pressed his hands down on it, lowering his head as he gave you a kiss upside down.

Phoenix’s eyes widened as Bob’s jaw dropped. Even Maverick stared shockingly at the display. Hangman pulled himself back up, seeing all eyes were on him. – “What?” – he called out. You could disappear from embarrassment. Hangman nudged Bob against his arm to get up, making way for him. Bob got up still staring as Hangman came sitting down in his seat.

"Please begin.” – Hangman told Maverick. Bob quickly took a seat behind Phoenix as Maverick cleared his throat. He moved up to the front, beginning his lecture. It was hard to get everyone’s attention as no one had thought the two of you would start dating. Coming as a total surprise to them.

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dilrmma · 1 day

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☆❔ ━━━ school boyfriend , sjy !

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND JAKE who first became your tutor because he wanted to get to know you better, knowing you loathed physics. this was the perfect opportunity to get you behind closed doors.

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND JAKE who invited you over to his house for a study session, only to open his door to you shirtless and in low sweatpants—knowing exactly what he was doing with the smirk on his lips.

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND JAKE who just couldn’t resist you and kissed you so hard he left a bruise on your lip. he apologized with yet another kiss, and another one after that claiming he was a remedy.

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND JAKE who confessed in the most cliche way.

“what’s (i∂+m)Φ=0?” jake grins, as he slides the paper over. “jake, i have no idea.” you really didn’t. “it’s the formula of love, exactly what we have.”

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND JAKE who let’s you keep one of his necklaces around your neck, letting everyone know that you’re his.

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND JAKE who spends his entire class period staring at you. drawing you in all of his notebooks and even takes pictures of you when you’re not paying attention.

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND JAKE who drives you to and from school, claiming the passenger seat as yours and will sit in the parking lot until one of his friends move to the backseat.

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND JAKE who sneaks you into the janitor’s closet to spend the five minutes he has between classes. he’ll whine about how much he misses you and how he can’t wait until the day is over. jake will then spend the last three minutes making out with you.

“come on, it’ll be quick.” jake corners you against the wall as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. he catches a glimpse of his necklace under your shirt and he completely loses it, diving into a kiss.

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND JAKE who will fight off anyone he needs to. it doesn’t matter how big or strong they are, he’ll protect his girl.

“it’s not that big of a deal baby.” jake smiles, his lip busted and his jaw ached. but his knuckles were clear as to who the winner was.

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND JAKE who points at you every basket he makes at his games, blowing you a kiss that has everyone screaming over.

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND JAKE who convinces your teacher to switch seats with your desk mate, just so he can hold your hand under the table.

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND JAKE who likes to give you his blazer because it fits oversized on you and everyone see’s his name tag attached to it.

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND JAKE who knew that from the start you were going to be his forever.

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featguler · 23 hours

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kylian relationship headcanon?

can i come over ? ────── just another episode of tenderness.

♡ ────── pairing : kylian mbappé x reader ♡ ────── tags : reader's gender, ethnicity, nationality, and appearance is not specified. ♡ ────── wordcount : 667 ♡ ────── notes : posting this one as a good luck token for the france vs netherlands game!! ily kylian. i try to not just write the happy parts of the relationship but also the hurdles you two might face? i might do more of these since i've got some ideas still :^) (quick disclaimer: since these are headcanons of real people, i'd like to emphasize that if you do not agree with any of the things i write, please kindly click off the post). title is from cool dry place by katy kirby ♡ masterlist.

Kylian Mbappé. Every single person on the Earth knows his name. But you especially—how could you not? When he doesn’t have his eyes on a football game, or his legs on a football field, he has them on you.

Hand on your knee at every single group dinner, behind your neck at every hangout with friends; his skin is always in contact with yours at every single second.

Touchy does not even begin to describe him.

If it were up to him, he would drag you to the changing room and have you sit between his legs—but no, it is not up to him.

Well, mostly because he doesn’t want to be the one that brings the elephant into the room, but also it is so bad that other people are beginning to think of you as a nuisance.

“Mbappé can’t keep his hands off his partner,” a tabloid once wrote, and it only took a few quote retweets from some Parc des Princes employees, heavily agreeing, for it to go viral.

“Sorry,” you once said to a manager, then to a janitor, then to a teammate, Kylian trailing quietly behind you, arms around your waist.

And he gets sooo whiny if you push him away—what’s worse than losing a match? His dramatic ass would say that it’s having you steer away from his touches!

“Kylian,” you whine on the couch, pushing his face away as he tries to kiss you for the hundredth time that hour. “Please, I’m trying to watch a film here.”

“Mhm,” He pouts, arms around your back, hoping that you’d look at him. He looks at you, his chin on your chest before sighing. “You hate me right? Be honest.”

“Please,” you say again, eyes never leaving the television, “you can kiss me all you want the moment the movie ends.”

He tends to avoid. You’ve known him for so long, and you are at the point where you would almost forgive him for the amount of issues that have simmered too long in both of your discontent.

But you don’t do that. No. You see forever with this man, right? So you sit him down and talk.

You’ve got to admit that Kylian has gotten so, so much better in recent years.

He used to flee at every problem—it’s not that he has trouble expressing his emotions, it’s that he has trouble being vulnerable.

“You’re doing this again,” you roll your eyes, arms crossed over your chest. Kylian won’t look you in the eyes. “I’m sick of this.”

“Come on,” Kylian tries reaching a hand over the table to you—well, if he’s going to ignore you, you sure as hell are going to ignore him too. “Look at me, we don’t have to talk about this right now.”

“Right,” you huff out, letting out a sarcastic laugh, “so when are we going to talk about this.”

Kylian stays quiet.

Kylian likes luxurious things; and he likes you. The same thing, really, in his eyes. A priceless watch and your priceless kiss—this is the kind of luxury a man like him can only dream of.

He goes all the way for his show of love, of course! He customises everything he owns with your initials.

Once, he somehow left his passport in the airport, and what got people into talking was not his passport, but your initials embroidered on its leather cover.

The strap of his duffel bag is changed into a shade of your favourite colour, your initials and his sewn together under it—it does not stop there! A gold plated lapel pin with your name on it becomes a staple on every single suit he wears; socks with your initials when cuffed; matching bracelets he only takes off before practice and matches.

He makes sure the camera flashing on his face gets it: he’d pose in a certain angle, throw his scarf over his shoulders in a certain way.

Even when you’re not there, he still loves showing you off!

#໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა : 𝑬𝑼𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑨 𝑺𝑶𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑨 #kylian mbappe #mbappe #mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe x reader #real madrid #real madrid x reader #real madrid fic #football fic #football x reader #kylian mbappé

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turtletaubwrites · 3 days

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Numbers Game ~ Part 27

Pairings: Cross Guild x Fem!Reader x Shanks

Numbers Game Masterlist

Word Count: 8775

Ao3 Link

Ongoing Series Playlist: Youtube Music Link | Youtube Link

Extras: Author's Vision of the Party Attire ~ Reader ~ The Boys

Summary: Cedrick Sylvad joins the Cross Guild for an after dinner drink after you watch your sweet, lovely clown murder a man for you.

Author's Note: I hope it doesn't cause any confusion, but I'm going to adjust the readers POV symbols to match everyone else's (it's been driving me crazy, lol). I didn't know I was going to be doing all this POV switching when I started, so from now on each section marked with ~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~ will be the reader's current POV, and reader's flashbacks will be marked with ~~~⏰🌲🌲🌲⏰~~~ I will eventually edit the previous chapters for consistency, but I'm too busy writing right now! 🥰

Alternate POV Symbols:

!!! SPOILER WARNING !!! Fic contains spoilers for the end of the Wano arc

Rating/Warnings: Author May Choose to Exclude some Warnings to Avoid Spoilers for Certain Chapters, Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Use of Y/N, Dark Content, Blood & Violence, PTSD, Panic Attacks, Dissociation, Grief, Swearing, Alcohol, Cigars, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Guilt, Drama, Jealousy, Manipulation, Pet Names, Power Imbalance, Cross Guild boys are VILLAINS, Possessive Behavior, Teasing, Threats, Biting, Flirting, PIV Sex, Cunnilingus, Blowjobs, Relationship Drama, Inappropriate Use of Akuma no Mi | Devil Fruit Powers, Shameless Shameless Smut, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

~~~🤡🤡🤡~~~

No thought. No hesitation.

Instinct. The clown’s hands had already been gripping the man’s face, forcing him to look toward the crowd of leeches.

“...The Cross Guild, and their overpriced whore–”

Killing had never been that fucking satisfying. The sound of that neck snapping felt like some grand bell, ringing just for her.

There she was.

My girl. My star. You know I love you, don’t you?

Y/N stared down, beautiful eyes held wide as she scanned that dead piece of shit’s body before returning to his gaze, his smile.

She smiled back.

Buggy drank her in, feeling as though he could stay there forever, sustained, sated, safe. The world was quiet and warm, soft and secret, just for them.

My shining star really does love me.

Her smile deepened, so cute he felt he might faint when she started to chew on her bottom lip.

What a feeling.

~~~🤡🤡🤡~~~

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~~~⏰🤡🤡🤡⏰~~~

“New Giant Warriors?’ More like New Giant Pains in my Ass!”

“You said it, boss!”

Buggy sighed, feeling stress building into a pressure between his brows.

“Go grab another bottle,” he ordered, shooing his henchman away from the booth before he gave in to the urge to start yelling.

This tavern is way too fucking snooty for that. Pricey as shit too.

“I’m sorry to intrude, sir, but I couldn’t help but overhear about your business concerns. I’d like to offer my services as a financial advisor, if you’re open to–”

“Excuse me? Oh, uh… What?”

Buggy gawked at the gorgeous woman that had just said so many strange words, her professional attire, and polite smile making him itch. His eyes darted around, not seeing any groups she could have been with that might have dared her to talk to the pirate clown.

“My name is Y/N, and I’d love to sit for an interview. If I may take up some more of your time, Captain Buggy, sir?”

Buggy nodded, forcing his mouth to close while she took his crew member’s seat. He sat up a little straighter, tugging at his striped vest as if it would make him look any less of a mess than he was.

“Here, Captain–”

“Bring a fresh glass, then scram.”

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Buggy couldn’t understand her con. She wasn’t asking for money out the gate. Somehow, this stunning woman almost managed to bore him with her numbers rant. Her method of persuasion was nowhere near flashy enough to swindle him, if anyone.

Might work on nerds.

He hadn’t meant to snort, giving an awkward smile when Y/N stopped talking about diversification long enough to chew on her lip, staring into her empty glass. She’d downed her first drink too fast, and nodded at Buggy’s offer for a refill.

“I’d be happy to provide a list of ref—“

“Why are you doing this?”

She’s so pretty. Too pretty.

“I’m sorry?”

Buggy took a breath, trying not to take his shit out on this random woman at a tavern, but if she was fucking with him…

“I mean, why are you talking to me? Really?”

He needed to stop looking at her. She got cuter and cuter with every little expression that danced across her features.

“I’d like to be your financial advisor, and provide support as you grow Buggy’s Delivery—“

“Boring.”

Y/N’s lips parted in a shocked smile, before she snared Buggy with the most brutal trap he’d ever come across.

She laughed.

A surprised sound, almost sharp, as sparks lit up behind her eyes.

“It is boring, isn’t it?”

The clown shook his head while the stranger devolved into giggles, losing her perfect posture when she slumped against the booth’s cushioned bench.

“I’m great at my job, Captain Buggy,” Y/N declared after catching her breath. “I want to go with you, and I know that my skills will help your business thrive.”

What a weird girl.

“I don’t take people on without getting to know them a bit,” Buggy offered tentatively as he topped off his glass. “If you’re gonna join my crew, I need to know what kind of person you are.”

“How can I—“

“How about you start by talking about anything besides numbers,” Buggy ordered, knocking lightly on the table in front of her.

“Oh…”

She frowned, and his world seemed to shrink until it wrapped around her, everything else going dark.

I like the smile better.

“Fine,” the clown gave an exaggerated sigh, slipping a small box out of one of the many hidden pockets of his vest. “Since you like numbers so much, why don’t you help me out with a little trick…”

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“It’s the six of spades,” Y/N chirped, glowing more with every correct prediction as Buggy shuffled the cards, laying out a certain number face up, and face down. He’d let his voice shift for her, that playful, encouraging tone he used to make his marks feel special.

“Alright, doll, count for me.”

Y/N counted while he laid out the rest of the cards one by one, until she called out “twenty two,” and her hand flew toward him.

She’d reached for the deck, but grabbed his hand instead. The clown was too fast, revealing the six of spades with a satisfied smirk while this beautiful woman gave a flustered apology.

“I’m impressed, numbers girl,” Buggy teased, starting to see the potential for an enjoyable evening the longer Y/N kept gazing at him like that.

Been awhile. Maybe I found another clown freak to play with for a night.

“So, do you accept my offer, Captain Buggy?”

“Yeah, sure,” he nodded, still not getting her kink or her con, but that smile was too much to say no to. “Do you wanna, uh… Would you like to go somewhere a little more private?”

Wait for it…

“I’d love to!”

Y/N had only paused for a second, but her eyes showed a flash of heat, and Buggy couldn’t read any fear or disgust in them.

Gotta be a clown kink.

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Swanky was the only way he could describe this room, and Buggy knew they’d charge him for getting greasepaint on those fancy ass sheets.

He stopped giving a shit as soon as Y/N kicked off her shoes, ignoring the other luxurious furniture to sit on the edge of the bed.

He tried not to sigh, not to think.

Just enjoy the beautiful woman that clearly wanted to fuck him right now, no matter what her reasons might be.

“Did I say you could sit on my bed,” he rasped, enjoying her little gasp when he towered over her, his gloved fingers tilting her chin up to meet his gaze.

“I-I’m sorry, Captain. I’ll—“

“You’ll tell me exactly what you want me to do to you, numbers girl,” the clown ordered, letting the moment take over. “Captain’s orders.”

Those lovely eyes rolled back. He was gonna make them cross tonight, gonna fuck this little clown fucker dumb.

“Kiss me, please.”

Why is she looking at me like that?

Y/N grabbed his hand that still held her chin, tugging softly, asking instead of demanding that he sit beside her.

There was something about her. Something that made him ignore the alarm bells ringing in his head.

He gave no resistance, falling into her orbit. She smelled so good as he sat close, watching her face for anything that could snap him out of this.

What he saw only dragged him deeper.

“I’m so glad I met you tonight, Captain,” Y/N breathed. She placed a gentle hand against his jaw, not seeming to care about the mess while her thumb traced over his colorful mask.

“Shut up,” Buggy whispered, barely a sound while he stared at her lips, not realizing that he’d already leaned in.

“Yes, Captain,” Y/N smiled, melting into his kiss. She didn’t flinch or freeze when his nose pressed against her skin. She hadn’t asked him to take it off.

Her kiss made him dizzy, and the clown had to grab her, pulling her body close as though he’d fly off into space without her to keep him here.

She didn’t complain about the bitter colors on her tongue, or smearing across her face. She didn’t pull away.

Little, eager noises left her throat, spilling into his mouth like ambrosia, like a drug, and he fed her with growls, pulling her onto his lap.

This strange girl struggled to feel him, her stuffy clothes bunching up, restricting her eager hips until he finally broke the kiss with a laugh.

“Want some help, dollface?”

“Mhm,” she nodded, breathless while her shaky fingers fought to tear her free.

“I’ve got you,” he promised, stopping her frantic hands. “Before we start, you got a safe—“

“Hopscotch,” she rushed, writhing in his lap, impatience looking way too fucking cute on her. “And I’m on birth control.”

“You really came prepared, didn’t you,” Buggy teased, cutting off her reply by tossing her onto the bed.

His body pulsed at how fucking desperate she seemed to be, gasping and whining while he helped her out of those boring clothes.

“You’re so beautiful…”

Buggy hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but her body’s reaction made it worth it.

Finally, there was nothing left but her panties, and the clown could feel himself slipping away, ready to lose himself for just a little while in this woman’s gorgeous body.

Just for a little while.

“Oh, fuck. You’re…”

“Please, Captain,” Y/N begged while Buggy teased his fingers around the perfect, dripping pussy he’d just revealed. “I need— oh f-fuuck…”

“Yeah, baby,” he taunted. Buggy had to hold in his own needy noises at how quickly she’d soaked through the fabric, his fingers still gloved while he fucked two of them into her. “Need Captain Buggy to make you scream tonight?”

“Y-yes, Captain.”

“Gonna keep following orders, pretty?”

“Mm, yes, plea—“

“Clean your mess,” Buggy growled, taking his fingers back to rub across her lips, his body thrusting on its own from the eager way she’d taken them in. She licked and sucked, pulling her own taste from the glove while she watched him undo the buckles of his vest with his free hand.

Buggy was caught now, the look in her eyes driving him mad while her dainty fingers started circling her clit.

He tried to pull his hand back, needing to be naked now, to be inside of her right fucking now, but she grabbed his wrist. Sucking his fingers one last time, she bit into the wet fabric, laughing through her teeth while she struggled to pull off his glove.

Alarm bells.

Yet, her laugh did him in.

“Try the dry one, baby,” Buggy chuckled, offering his other hand. “Like this.”

He bit the wet glove, showing her how to do it until they were both laughing, and he almost forgot what they’d been doing.

Y/N hadn't forgotten. She attacked him, palming him through his pants when she couldn’t undo them fast enough.

“Did I tell you—“

“Sorry, I’m sorry, please,” Y/N breathed. She brought one of his bare hands to her chest, and the pounding of her heart was hypnotizing. Almost as hypnotizing as her next words.

“Please, fuck me. I need you, Buggy.”

The instinct to fly to pieces so he could hold every part of her down while he took her was so strong, the clown had to clench his teeth, a low whine leaving his throat while he stood to pull off his clothes.

Being with a clown was one thing. It was rare to find someone that wouldn’t be scared or disgusted by his body splitting apart.

But gods damn, she’s making it hard to hold together.

Biting her lip, Y/N gave him big, innocent eyes while she played with herself again. A little flicker of pride went through him at the hungry look she gave when she saw his leaking cock, mouth falling open while she watched him stroke all that precum over his tip, down his shaft.

“Say it again, pretty,” he rasped.

“Fuck me, please. I need you, Buggy.”

“Of course you do,” the Warlord growled, making her gasp when he was suddenly there, spreading her thighs apart to circle his tip around her clit, shoving her little fingers out of the way. Her filthy moan made him forget his rule.

He always fucked strangers from behind the first time, just in case they made that face.

Buggy lined himself up, and all he saw on her face was delicious desperation while he forced his way into her warm, perfect cunt. She was too fucking much.

Sweet fingers gripping his skin. Soft, pouting lips. His name, louder, and louder.

“Oh gods, Buggy!”

“What, baby,” he panted. Buggy couldn’t stop himself, fucking her so deep he thought he’d drown. He pulled one of her legs against him, her foot dangling over his shoulder while she screamed so fucking pretty for him. “What… Gonna come for your captain again?”

“Yes! Buggy, feels so… F-fuck, mm coming, Captain…”

Y/N screamed herself hoarse, those lovely eyes finally crossing before Buggy groaned, laughing at her little tongue hanging out, and her leg, twitching violently against his chest.

“Mmn, fuck yeah. Flashy girl, taking your captain’s come so… so fucking good, baby.”

Gods, look at her…

Buggy stared down at his strange lover, and they took turns twitching and laughing until he finally pulled out of her, fighting a stupid twinge of regret that it had to end.

“Here you— shit, I’m sorry,” Buggy cursed. His floating hand had dropped a towel beside her after fetching it from the bathroom without thinking. It froze in the air while he braced for less fun screams to start.

At least it was good while it lasted.

“Whoa! That’s a devil fruit power, right? I forgot you were supposed to have one,” Y/N asked brightly. She reached out, lacing her fingers with his floating hand.

Buggy went blank.

She held his hand as their breathing relaxed, smiling softly at him while he forgot that he was supposed to reply. Until she let out a little whine, trying to stretch her leg that was still propped up against his chest.

“Fuck, sorry,” Buggy hurried as he helped her move, taking his hand back so he could wipe them both up. Although she’d need some more thorough cleaning to get rid of the evidence of fucking a clown.

“Do you wanna use the shower before you go?”

“Oh,” Y/N frowned, her sweet eyes fucking with him again. “Do you want me to leave?”

“Well, I—“

“But I can still come with you, right,” she fretted, covering herself with the dirty towel. “Please, I’ll respect your boundaries if you don’t want me like… I will be strictly professional. You won’t find a better pick than me to help you get your finances—“

“You can stay here if you want to,” Buggy offered. He didn’t have the energy for all of those promises and lies, but if she wanted to stay for the night, he’d take it.

“Okay, Captain!”

Joy seemed to fill her as she kissed him quick, dragging him to the bathroom.

He stayed behind, sending her with just a hand, and her surprised laugh brought a real smile to his lips when she stomped back to convince the rest of his body to join her.

I think she’s my favorite clown fucker.

Buggy chuckled to himself as they settled into bed, kissing the stranger’s temple when she hummed a question.

Alarm bells kept ringing, but she was so soft, and warm, and sweet. She let him hold her. The alarm bells got quieter, and Buggy found himself pulled into the best sleep he’d had in a long time.

It’s okay if it’s just tonight. She’s gonna leave, but… right now is nice.

~~~⏰🤡🤡🤡⏰~~~

~~~~~~

~~~⏰🌲🌲🌲⏰~~~

Wow, he snores.

You held in your giggle, sighing at how comfortable you felt in this pirate’s arms.

All of your impulsive decisions of the night were fucking insane, yet you still ached for tomorrow. A naïve hope filled you that maybe, just maybe, if you got on that boat, if you got away, all of these worries and guilty thoughts would disappear.

I’m tired of this boring life.

Selfish. Entitled.

Yet an adventure with this sweet, funny, beautiful man was too tempting to resist.

Soft dreams tonight. No storms. No snails.

You dreamt of playing a game of cards with a pair of floating hands, and you woke with a smile.

~~~⏰🌲🌲🌲⏰~~~

~~~~~~

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

Buggy.

The need to touch him, to kiss him, almost sent your body into a panic.

“Rabbit, are you— oh…” Mihawk checked in while the applause went on and on. You couldn’t look away from your clown’s glowing smile, his dancing eyes, but you heard Mihawk’s voice change in just those few words.

Concern. Curiosity. Then something like satisfaction. A little laugh left you when you realized you could practically hear him arching a brow.

“What do I smell like right now,” you teased, feeling high. Feeling here.

“Mm, you smell like our little rabbit again,” Mihawk purred, touching your knee for just a moment. “Like our sweet girl. Like our pretty star.”

Chills ran over your entire body at those bewitching words, and at the skill with which Buggy wrapped up the show. He managed to bring the crowd down, make them sigh, make them laugh, and make them leave, all while his eyes stayed locked onto yours.

Until he finally looked away, and you followed his line of sight to find what had torn your clown from you.

Red hair rushed out of the room, that Emperor of the Sea not sparing a glance toward the clown on the stage.

No.

Reality flooded back like crashing waves, destroying the pretty castle of sand you’d become too attached to.

He promised. He has to take Buggy. Has to make him happy.

“Rabbit?”

“That was quite the show,” Uncle Cedrick hummed as he made his way to the head table, jerking his head toward the staff that were cleaning the blood from the stage. “Is there somewhere we can retire for our after dinner drink? My ship’s bar has quite the selection of—“

“We have a lounge,” Crocodile interrupted, his husky voice thick with danger.

“Hi,” Buggy breathed as he appeared beside you.

“That was an amazing show, President Buggy.”

You gave him a fraction of the smile you wanted too, but he nodded, listening to your need for distance.

Crocodile led the way, and you found yourself walking behind your uncle, feeling a strange need to protect his back while your swordsman and your clown followed close behind.

Would they kill him for me?

That smile on Buggy’s face glowed in your mind, but was drowned out by all the rest. All the old. All the inevitable.

Soon you were dizzy, familiar halls pulling you into a fog.

“Why are there so many rugs,” you frowned, no longer in your body when you stepped into the lounge. The plush carpet around the couch was covered in a random collection of beautiful, extravagant rugs. The coffee table was gone, leaving nothing between the ridiculous, green couch, and matching chairs.

“We couldn’t spare any staff to pull up the carpet today,” Mihawk drawled while he floated toward the bar.

“What happened to the carpet,” Buggy asked, his actual floating hands helping to pass out glasses of wine.

“Let’s discuss home improvement projects when we’re not hosting guests,” Crocodile warned, staring hard at Uncle Cedrick while he relaxed into one of the chairs.

“Excellent vintage,” he praised, and part of you almost laughed at the look on Mihawk’s face.

Then your lovers’ faces all turned to you, frowning when you sat in the chair beside your uncle.

Buggy took your spot on the couch, his eyes almost losing their shine, until he floated one of the bar stools beside your chair.

“Thank you, Mr. President,” you coughed, grateful to set your glass down before your shaky hands made a mess on the new rugs. He didn’t bother giving your guest the same courtesy. Buggy just watched you, until you looked down at your fingers, trying not to twist them.

“How about a toast,” Uncle Cedrick beamed, lifting his glass, his commanding gaze forcing you to look his way. “To my incredible niece, and her esteemed employers. It’s been an honor attending such an impressive event.”

Silence followed, but everyone’s lips tasted wine.

“Why are you here, Mr. Sylvad?”

Buggy’s voice was dark, measured, and frightening when matched with his glinting eyes.

Yet, Uncle Cedrick smiled, chuckling as if his life weren’t one wrong breath away from being ended. You weren’t surprised.

He feared nothing. He had no reason to.

“I’m here for Y/N, of course,” he answered, humming while he took another sip. Your uncle radiated ease, as though you were just a normal family enjoying a weekend trip. “It’s time for my dear niece to come home.”

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

~~~~~~

~~~⏰🤡🤡🤡⏰~~~

“Good morning, Captain Buggy!”

What the fuck…

“I ordered us some coffee,” Y/N beamed, pulling on her boring, wrinkled clothes. “I need to head to the office, so I can contact my clients to let them know I’m leaving. Then I just need to grab a couple things from home, and say goodbye to my sister. Should I meet you back here, or—“

“That’s too elaborate,” Buggy yawned as he rolled away from her sunny smile, wanting to go back to his dream where everything stayed nice and warm. “You can just say you changed your mind. Or your grandma died. Or you have amnesia or something. Thanks for a fun night.”

…

“What?”

That’s some damn good acting.

Buggy rolled back to face her, shocked by the convincing amount of pain on her face to match that quavering voice, one of her shoes dangling, forgotten in her hand.

“I said it’s alright,” the clown soothed, really hoping he wouldn’t have to hold her fucking hand just so she could stuff her guilt and self pity down long enough to leave. Those people were almost worse than the outright assholes.

“Please don’t leave without me,” she begged, going to her knees at the edge of the bed, tilting her head to meet his eyes. “Please, Captain Buggy. I swear I… I’m not lying. Please—“

“Fuck it, fine. I’ll wait here today,” he groaned, rubbing his hands over his face while he rolled onto his back. “I’m outta here by five. If you’re fucking with me—“

“Thank you!”

Buggy moaned, the sudden weight of this crazy woman sending him reeling. She let out a needy gasp, as though she hadn’t expected to find the clown so fucking hard when she’d jumped on him.

“Captain!”

“What are you doing?”

“Can I, Captain?”

“Okay, but you… fuuuck, you’re something else. You’re— gods, keep doing that, baby…”

She’s definitely my favorite clown fucker.

~~~

Buggy waited.

Round and round his thoughts went. Sometimes a spot of hope would shine through, but it was always trampled quickly by well earned doubt, anger, or humiliation.

Although the memory of her lips kept disrupting his cycle, leaving his face hot while he stared at the table.

Fuck this. Not gonna sit here, and let her make a fool out of…

“Captain Buggy,” she called out, dragging a single suitcase behind her. She gave him a breathless smile, but her eyes were a bit red, with a hint of puffiness. The thought of her crying pushed away all the things he should have cared about.

“Are you okay? You look—“

“Oh, I’m sorry, sir,” Y/N cringed, looking away with a self deprecating laugh. “Goodbyes always get me emotional, but I’m ready to go. When can we leave?”

“Are you insane?”

Buggy hadn’t meant to sound so harsh, sighing at the hurt look in her eyes while he motioned for her to sit.

“I’m not sure what—“

“You have a fancy job,” he started, struggling to refocus after he spotted a bit of missed paint below her ear. “You’ve got enough berry to drink at this snooty place after work. You’re gorgeous. You’re way too smart…”

The clown trailed off, almost losing his momentum again at the pleased smile his last few words put on her face.

“You know I’m a fucking pirate, right? A Warlord of the Sea?”

“Of course, sir.”

“You know what Buggy’s Delivery—“

“I’m aware, Captain,” Y/N assured, her voice slipping into professional distance, something almost frightening beneath that even tone. “Mercenaries may be a legal gray area, but I see no issues with a country that doesn’t have an adequate fighting force paying for outside help to protect themselves. I don’t see why soldiers paid for through your service are any different than soldiers paid or forced to fight by their own governments.”

“But they are different,” Buggy grinned, loving the way her eyes lit up at his satisfied chuckle. “Our fighters are better.”

The world shrunk down, wrapping around her once again. She let out a breath, her lips struggling to hold in a smile.

“Does this mean I got the job?”

“We’ll see how the probationary period goes, dollface,” the Warlord teased, floating one of his hands to carry her suitcase while the other helped her out of her seat.

“We’ll spend most of our time on my island,” he bragged, walking almost too fast for her toward the docks, “but wait ‘til you get a look at my ship! It’s– oh, how are you with boats?”

Her pause made him stop in his tracks, and she walked into him, stumbling before he caught her. Lifting her chin, the captain inspected his new recruit, frowning at how little she seemed to give away.

“Have you never been on a boat, or are you afraid of boats?”

“I…”

“Boat’s are pretty much a requirement to being a fucking pirate, numbers girl. I’m not gonna—“

“I know how to sail. I just got scared for a while after a storm,” she let out, fire building in her eyes. “But I didn’t want to be scared. I made myself go out on the water. Boats don’t bother me anymore.”

“Well, I hadn’t planned on making my financial advisor get her hands dirty, but it’s always good to have another sailor aboard.”

Buggy lifted her hand with his free one, floating it up to kiss red across her knuckles.

Fuck. She’s not gonna stay. This is probably just some stupid, long con.

Still, I might as well enjoy it while it lasts.

He could have left it there, meaningless and fun, but the fire in her eyes, and the words she’d declared, kept him rooted.

“What about storms?”

“I’m sorry?”

That soft smile couldn’t cover up all the anger and fear it tried to hide.

“You’re not afraid of boats anymore, but what about storms?”

Buggy almost turned and left her there, not wanting to bring such a hassle onto his ship, no matter how lovely her lips were. Not if she was too cowardly to tell the truth, or at least to come up with a decent lie.

“I’m not good with storms,” she breathed, staring up at him like a challenge. Like she wouldn’t let just anyone force her to say something like that.

“That’s alright, pretty,” Buggy soothed, wrapping his arm around her shoulders while he led her toward the ship. “You’re my flashy financial adviser now. If there’s a storm, you can stay nice and toasty in the cabin while the rest of us do the manual labor. I’ll even put that in writing if you— whoa, hey…”

“I won’t let you down, Captain,” she hummed, hugging him close just as they reached the Big Top.

“Hey, Captain, who’s your friend,” Mohji called over cheerfully, leading Richie up the ramp to the deck. The lion gave a gentle roar, a sweet greeting to the ears of his crew, but it made Y/N yelp, clinging to him even tighter.

Buggy didn’t think, just laughed while he lifted this strange girl into the air, floating her up to the ship while his feet raced up the long way.

“Alright, numbers girl,” he rasped, ignoring his need to breathe while he stared at her gorgeous face. “This is your last chance. Want me to leave you on the docks? Or do you wanna have a flashy adventure with the Great Captain Buggy, Warlord of the Sea?”

“No more ‘numbers girl,” she giggled, that perfect sound trapping him again. “I want to be your flashy girl now, Captain.”

“Really,” he purred, losing his mind at all the sweet noises she kept making for him, especially these cute little whines she just started, like she’d already forgotten how to talk.

Y/N made him forget all his rules. Don’t get attached. Don’t like them too much. Don’t fall for the con.

She’s staying…

Buggy forgot every fucking thing on the planet when she giggled for him again, and it was a miracle that he got her into the cabin before he took her in front of his crew.

They didn't leave that cabin until they landed at Karai Bari.

Y/N made him greedy for things he’d sworn off hunting for. Buggy was blissfully lost, holding on to her for days, weeks, months, only getting more fucking desperate to enjoy every moment before this sweet lie came to an end. Her laughter, her touch, even the air around her made him high.

This Warlord of the Sea wasn’t even angry that she was going to leave. He was just grateful for every morning when he woke to find that those words were still true, a comforting mantra that played in his mind while he stole her from the world for another day.

She’s still here.

~~~⏰🤡🤡🤡⏰~~~

~~~~~~

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

“She’s not going anywhere,” Crocodile growled, resting his arm around Buggy’s shoulders as the clown started hovering out of his seat at your uncle’s announcement.

“I assure you, gentlemen, I have no intention of forcing her, violently or otherwise. I’m just here to chat,” he purred, arching a brow at you. “You did explain my insurance, did you not? I’d hate for something—“

“Don’t hurt him,” you cut him off, though your voice was empty now, and your eyes couldn’t quite meet any of those on the couch. “If he doesn’t call…”

“Such an honor to speak with someone so well… protected,” Mihawk stepped in, poison dripping in every word. “To have what amounts to your own personal Buster Call is quite the feat.”

“Oh, it’s nothing so outlandish as that,” Uncle Cedrick laughed, brushing the fake compliment away with a wave of his hand. His eyes crawled over you again, and you caught the satisfied smirk he failed to hide. He didn’t need to hide it. “Just friends in high places. One of the perks of our family name.”

Silence. The most painfully awkward silence you’d ever felt.

“Now, it’s time for you to honor that name, niece. You’ve had your fun.”

“Why do you need her anyway,” the clown spat. His fingers tapped at his knee, until Mihawk rested his hand there. Buggy’s breath calmed a bit as he let his fingers go still over the swordsman’s, but he never looked away from his target. “You already got everything! She’s not the heir, so just leave—“

Uncle Cedrick’s laughter was the smug twist of a key, the cruel sound of your cage being shut and locked forever.

“Is that what she told you,” he shook his head, still recovering from laughter. Uncle seemed to be having a grand old time stomping all over your sand castle. “I wonder how many more lies my little niece has been feeding you.”

“What are you saying,” Crocodile asked coldly. Braving a glance at his face gave you nothing, those frightening features were closed off to you now.

“Well, I suppose it’s a good sign that you never trusted these pirates,” he sighed, not noticing the creaks from the couch while three villains refrained from murdering him yet again.

“Explain,” Mihawk ordered, sharp, deadly.

Uncle Cedrick threw you a taunting smile.

“Y/N is Arbo Sylvad’s sole heir.”

It’s over.

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

~~~~~~

~~~⏰🌲🌲🌲⏰~~~

“No more Numbers Girl. Y/N is Captain Buggy’s Flashy Girl now,” Buggy mimicked your voice, pulling the notepad and pen from your hands.

“Buggy,” you groaned, uselessly pulling on his arms to grab for his hands, only for everything to float out of reach. “Please, Bugs. I just want to do my job, baby. I want to help you.”

At first it was sweet.

“Mm, but you help me everyday,” your clown purred, pulling you closer on that fancy, green couch. “My pretty star, helping me shine…”

Months of this.

“Buggy, plea— Mm, we need to work on the… fuck…”

Months of your sweet clown not wanting to leave your side for a second.

“What does my flashy girl need to work on,” Buggy teased, starting to kiss along your thighs after kneeling between them. He’d barely touched you, and you were already sighing, eyes already fluttering for him.

Months of forgetting the world, forgetting everything but each other.

“Finances, Bugs,” you urged, curling your fingers into his hair to try to make him focus.

Just listen to me, Buggy.

You’d pulled his hair too hard, and the little moan he let out made your body ache, always hungry for him.

“Okay, star,” Buggy rasped, eyes going dark. "I promise. We’ll start bright and early tomorrow, and you can tell me all those long words you like.”

“Why tomorrow? We have plenty of—“

“It’s already lunchtime,” he scolded in mock horror. “It’s best to start work like that—“

“It’s not even eleven— Oh gods… Buggy, you promise? Just work tomorrow? Just… mmn, please...”

“I promise,” Buggy beamed, his perfect face shining when he pulled away from your needy cunt long enough to tease you. “I promise I’m gonna make my pretty star laugh, and come, and shine for me every fucking day. Now, is my flashy girl gonna let her captain finish his lunch?”

It was hard to think. You didn’t want to think. You’d never been with someone for this long before. Was it normal to get frustrated with him like this? Was it normal to still melt every time he touched you?

Nothing about your life felt normal, but this felt like the closest to thing real that you’d ever get. These last few months with Buggy were the brightest your life had been since… He shined so bright, and you wanted to disappear with him into the night sky, lost forever.

You just wished he would listen, and you wished you could stop giving in every single time.

But then you’d give in, and remember why you couldn’t stop.

“Please, Bugs.”

“Whatcha need, flashy girl,” the clown teased, pressing little kisses and bites along your thighs.

“I need you, Buggy,” you begged, spreading your legs wide for him as your head fell back. “Need your lips, your tongue, your nose…”

“Oh yeah? Such a small list,” Buggy scolded, his breath moving closer, teasing against all that wetness he’d drawn from you.

“Captain Buggy.”

It came out in a whine now, and you pouted more when he laughed at your pathetic face.

“Need your teeth, your hands, your fingers,” you listed, aching for him. The manic look in his eyes while he watched you fall apart for him made you need him more.

“I need your cock inside me now, Buggy, please.”

“My girl’s so good for me,” he breathed over your core, leaving teasing kisses around where you needed him, until you were twitching, almost sobbing for him. “But don’t rush your captain. I haven’t finished my lunch yet.”

Tomorrow. We’ll work tomorrow.

Tomorrow was too late.

~~~⏰🌲🌲🌲⏰~~~

~~~~~~

~~~⏰🤡🤡🤡⏰~~~

“It’s true, Y/N,” Mihawk let out, that dangerous voice sharp enough to stab through the clown’s pathetic soul. “You have an opportunity to live an interesting life. Don’t disappoint us by lowering yourself for that clown.”

They’re right, baby.

She didn’t speak, and Buggy ached to float to her, to make sure she was okay, but he was wrecked. Useless. They’d tossed his head behind the couch like a piece of trash, and Crocodile was still using his body as a footrest.

“Say it, Y/N,” Crocodile commanded her.

It’s all my fault, star.

“Wh-What…”

The scarred man kicked Buggy again, this time sending his body across the floor. The clown fought to choke them down, but weak, broken noises left his lips, and he broke even further when he heard Y/N gasping for him. She was so close, right there.

I never should have taken her. I’m an idiot. Selfish. They’re gonna hurt my–

“Say it.”

“I won’t… I won’t lower myself for that clown.”

Good. I never deserved you, star. Why didn’t I listen to you?

Now he listened.

Crocodile and Mihawk were praising her, but Buggy didn’t hear them. Just the rustle of movement, and Y/N’s strained, desperate breathing. He knew that breathing.

She was trying so hard.

I’m not worth it, baby. Just an idiot. Can’t believe I actually thought… No. It was stupid.

You could never love me.

I’ll never be anything but a fucking joke.

~~~⏰🤡🤡🤡⏰~~~

~~~~~~

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

“That doesn’t make any sense,” Buggy denied. You wanted to grab him, to run away right now, before any more of your shame could crawl into the light.

“If Y/N is the sole heir, then why are you holding the reins?”

Mihawk held his wineglass a little closer, as though he were protecting his precious red from hearing such a sordid tale.

You coughed another sick laugh, shaking your head toward the floor.

“My benevolent brother doted on your young CFO here,” Uncle Cedrick began, relaxing into the chair. He always loved to hear himself talk.

“I wanna hear it from you,” Crocodile ordered. Unreadable silver eyes gutted you like his hook just might if he didn’t like your story.

Why did you curse me, dad?

You had never wanted your story to be different more than you did right now.

“Uncle Cedrick is standing in. I won't become the heir until… Until I decide I’m ready.”

“What does that mean,” he rasped, patting his jacket for cigars that didn’t seem to be there.

“It means…”

What’s the point? It’s done now.

“What my niece means to say is that instead of honoring her father’s last wish, fulfilling her responsibilities, and accepting the family wealth, Y/N decided that she would rather live a ‘boring’ life,” Uncle Cedrick gave a patronizing laugh. “Sylvad’s heiress would rather work at a bank. It boggles the mind, honestly.”

“Miss Y/N is free to make her own choices,” Mihawk threatened, finally setting his comfort wine aside.

“But of course,” your uncle conceded the point, waving his hand before turning to you again. “If only my dear brother hadn’t been so cruel, although maybe not as cruel as my niece.”

“What the fuck are you talking about,” Buggy growled.

“Get to the point, Sylvad,” Crocodile warned, rubbing that large hand over the clown’s shoulders.

“Arbo decided to give Y/N everything, including the decision of whether or not to release her mother and sister’s rightful inheritance, but only when she takes up her role,” he tutted, sipping his wine while his eyes sparkled at you. “Who knows what drove my brother to such a heartless choice. Although it’s possible that he wasn’t aware of how selfish his favorite little daughter could be.”

“Don’t,” you breathed, all of your villains tilting forward.

“Your insurance may be effective, Sylvad,” Mihawk threatened, predator eyes focused on his prey. “However, accidents can still occur. Mind your fucking tongue.”

“My apologies,” he laughed. Everything was easy, everything was always working out for him. “You’re right, of course. I shouldn’t be airing our family’s dirty laundry in front of my gracious hosts.”

“Is that it?”

Buggy laughed, chaotic and perfect, and it made you forget for just a moment.

“You feel bad for not making your mom and sister stupid rich? Well, boo fuckin’ hoo,” he mocked, his fake crying face pulling a small, strangled laugh from your throat. “That’s not your fucking job!”

My sweet, lovely clown.

A sigh moved through you, and you let your body relax, let your eyes drift closed.

Pretending.

“I suppose you’re right,” that needling voice went on, narrowing in on you again. “You’ve spent all these years avoiding your responsibilities as heir, but at least you were safe.”

“Miss Y/N is safe with us.”

Crocodile’s rough voice pulled your eyes open, and you found the three of them watching you, eyes softer than they should be. You shivered, until Uncle Cedrick made you freeze.

“That may be so, but it’s been months since you ran away. Kat’s been worried sick about you, Y/N. Dr. Vorsan’s been doing what he can to help, but you can’t blame her for being scared for her sister.”

He tilted his head toward you, catching your eyes while practiced compassion took over his features.

“Dr. Vorsan is concerned for you too, niece. Your decisions have—“

“Who’s this doctor,” Crocodile questioned.

Your world went dull.

“Keeping more secrets, niece? Well, I suppose that’s to be expected from such a troubled mind.”

“Your mind’s about to be fucking troubled you fucking—“

“Please,” your whimpered plea made the clown go still.

“Star?”

“It’s a shame, really,” your uncle explained. “It only makes sense, of course. After the tragedy of her father’s death, and that little incident with the snail…”

No.

“Dr. Vorsan always warned us there’d be lifelong effects from that sort of trauma, especially on someone so young.”

Stop.

You wanted to pretend one last time. To see their eyes before they changed. Now you couldn’t look away.

Just a little bit longer.

Uncle Cedrick lost his somber tone, looking down the couch while he complained until he landed on Crocodile.

“I suppose it could be worse. The doctor said we’d be lucky if promiscuity was her worst flaw. You know what they say about girls with daddy issues—“

“STOP!!!”

Crocodile’s eyes had been wide with rage, but now he was shaking. The point of his hook was a hair’s breadth away from your skin after you’d leapt between him and his prey. Mihawk and Buggy had joined him when he lunged toward Uncle Cedrick, but now they pulled him back, breaking the scarred man out of his frozen moment.

“Sweetheart… I’m so sorry.”

“I’m leaving.”

Such a small sentence, and your voice was so quiet, yet the eruption it caused was overwhelming. These three, powerful men looked panicked, all speaking at once while they beseeched you, begged for you to not mean those two little words.

“What? No, star, you don’t need to—“

“Darling, we’re here. Whatever you need—“

“Please, sweet girl, let us help—“

“Wonderful! I knew you’d see reason.” Uncle Cedrick clapped a hand on his knee before standing, already making his way out of the room.

“You were always so smart, Y/N. I’ll meet you in the foyer, so you can say your little goodbyes. Thank you, gentlemen—“

“Get out!”

The door closed, and Crocodile’s face fell, regret following his newest show of rage.

“Baby, you’re not going.”

“I'm done pretending. I’m going home,” you declared, pulling away from Buggy’s touch, fighting not to meet those beautiful eyes.

“Sweetheart, please,” Crocodile begged, going to his knees. Those large fingers cradled your face, and you had to meet his gaze. “I’m so sorry, I’ll be better. I’ll protect you. I love you, Y/N. Let me help—“

“I told you what I want, Crocodile. I’ll never forgive you if you make me your prisoner again.”

You’d hurt this frightening man. This ex-Warlord of the Sea. His name on your lips made his face crumple, made something break.

Sick laughter almost rolled off your tongue at the thought of how few people could claim that they had hurt this terrifying, secretly soft man.

“Rabbit,” Mihawk breathed, pulling you aside. His wicked fingers danced over your hair, trailing down to trace soothing lines along the sides of your face until you almost sighed.

“Please don’t leave, darling,” the swordsman rasped, those predator's eyes going desperate while he scanned your features. “I'll do anything. I love you, rabbit. I need—“

“Thanks for pretending,” you forced out as you tore yourself free, looking away before you could see how your words would affect this untouchable man. “It was fun, but I'm done playing. I hope you find a new toy soon.”

Your foot caught on that pile of fancy rugs when you ran toward the door, but Buggy was there. His upper body lifted you high, his sweet smile almost making you forget. He was always so good at making you forget the world.

“Put me down.”

“I don’t believe you,” Buggy whispered, setting you on your feet, and squeezing your cheeks together before you shook him off.

“I don’t—“

“I’m sorry I didn’t listen before, star. I should have—“

“I’m leaving. I want to go.”

“You’re not saying anything mean to me,” the clown teased, a crooked smirk catching your breath. “You can’t, huh? I knew it. I knew I was never a joke to you, baby.”

“I want to go…”

“I’ll listen this time, star,” he promised, kneeling so he could gaze up at you with that manic love in his eyes. “I think you wanna stay. The only way I’ll believe that you want us to let you go is if you promise me something.”

He started searching his silly red outfit for hidden pockets, pulling out his item with a magician’s flourish. You were shaking while you watched him, your feet wobbling in those pretty shoes that had barely managed to stay on when you tripped.

“What’d ya think, dollface?”

Hypnotizing.

A silver, oval locket, almost the length of your palm, swung back and forth in front of your eyes until he placed it into your hand.

Etched onto the metal was a ship sailing under a night sky. A smattering of stars floated above the scene, but one star stood out with a halo of rays spreading wide, gorgeous details showing that this was the one.

And that little ship was pointed straight toward it, guided by its shining star.

“I wanted to give it to you a while ago, but I didn’t think— well, you know.”

He nodded toward the wounded villains who’d both gone to their knees now, while his lips still trapped you with that sweet, mischievous smile.

“Anyway... I love you, Y/N. You’re my shining star,” the clown confessed, gripping your arms while you tried not to fall to the floor. “I’m never gonna believe that you don’t love me back. If you really want me to let you go, you gotta promise you’ll keep me close to your heart, baby. Tell me you’ll always keep a piece of me with you.”

His hands floated up, fastening that long chain around your neck before pressing the heavy locket against your heart.

“Stay. Or promise you’ll keep me here forever. I’m not letting you leave if you—“

“I promise,” you choked out, grabbing the gloved hand that held the locket.

“My flashy girl,” he winked. Your sweet, lovely clown. “I’m gonna miss you, baby.”

If I cry, I won’t leave.

Nodding. Swallowing. Shaking.

Walking away.

Not looking back.

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Your mind hovered above your body, thankfully numbing the pain of leaving this strange place you’d almost thought of as home.

Numb was good. Numb was better.

Numb got you through Uncle Cedrick’s gloating long enough to request to retire to your own quarters, but privacy gave your body permission to feel, no matter how hard you tried to resist.

No.

Need to be numb.

Alone on a luxurious bed in a beautiful dress, you ached for emptiness. For drugs, for pain. That thought made you sob, the sound strangled while you fought to stuff it all down deep.

It’s just for daydreams now. Just daydreams.

You should have left the locket there. Or thrown it into the sea. It would only make it hurt worse.

Struggling with the seam, you found a key hole, and let out a pathetic laugh. It would have been nice to see his face again. Yet something else caught your eye, something tiny etched onto the back.

6♠️

“I’m sorry, Buggy,” you cried, slow, painful tears finally escaping. “I’m so sorry.”

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Crocodile never felt helpless. Yet she had left him on his knees.

He couldn’t pick himself back up.

Mihawk had let himself feel a new range of emotions these last few days. Explored them, fought them, accepted them.

Now he hated them.

Though not as much as he hated himself.

Buggy sat on the ground between his old torturers, ruining another pair of gloves when he rested his head in his hands.

“What the fuck are you all doing?”

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~~~🐊🤡🔴🗡️~~~

Shanks had practically fled the banquet hall, and guilt followed close behind. Guilt that he didn’t care about the man that had died strung up like a prize at a circus.

All he cared about was Buggy.

And Y/N.

“What’s wrong with you,” he panicked, the sight of the Cross Guild in silent agony across the floor sending him reeling. He marched toward Mihawk first, pulling the man up by a shoulder of his fancy coat. The swordsman didn’t even cringe at the rough treatment to that exquisite fabric.

“I just watched her follow that asshole to the docks! Why didn’t you stop her?”

“Can’t force her,” Crocodile rasped as he slumped to the side, sounding like he was speaking to himself.

“She didn’t…” Mihawk trailed off, leaving Shanks horrified while he watched his old friend, his powerful lover, disappear inside himself.

“Let’s go get her,” the red haired pirate demanded, slapping Mihawk hard enough to make those golden eyes flare. “Sylvad doesn’t know I’m your friend. He wants to have a friendly chat with an Emperor of the Sea.”

Shanks pulled out the card, the man’s overwhelming cologne wafting along with it.

“We can take the Red Force, alright? We’ll get her—“

“We can’t,” Mihawk pushed Shanks back, aching for more violence. “She wanted to go. I can’t do that to her again. Can’t—“

“You don’t need to be sorry, star…”

“Bugs,” Shanks asked, fear gripping him when he went to his murmuring clown. Buggy had a finger stuffed into one of his ears, and a bittersweet smile playing on his lips.

“Charmed the sea beast, huh? I knew you could, shit head.”

“What's going on, Buggy,” Crocodile asked, voice tired, almost done. Mihawk moved closer, touching a hand to the larger man’s arm. They both closed their eyes for a moment before studying their manic clown.

“She’s smart,” Buggy yelled, his brief optimism replaced by vicious determination as the sounds in his head grew louder. “Y/N didn’t wanna leave with that asshole! And she knew exactly what to say to make all of us do what she wanted. Not to mention how scared she was of that mini Buster Call bullshit. She’s…”

“You’re right,” Crocodile rasped, clenching that large fist, but trying not to slam it into anything. He’d broken too many things already.

“We still can’t force her,” Mihawk breathed, replaying every word she’d spat at him.

“There’s something else going on...” Buggy shook, his body going to pieces to pace and float in front of this strange mix of his old enemies and lovers. “Y/N’s smart. There’s gotta be a reason. Once I know what it is, we’ll go help her. I'm gonna make it stop.”

“What do you mean,” Shanks asked, grimacing when those particular words left his lips.

“I mean, she’s CRYING!!”

Buggy couldn’t take any more of it, screaming with useless fury while he thrashed around the room. There was no way for the other men to grab hold of him, or to stop him without hurting him. They called his name, letting him rage until he brought his body together to collapse onto that green, velvet couch.

His three, dangerous lovers knelt in front of him with concerned eyes, their gentle hands trying to soothe.

Shanks pulled that extravagant hat off of Buggy’s head to brush blue hair from the clown’s face.

“Buggy, you’re missing an ear.”

“Not missing,” Buggy choked, those faraway sounds like seawater drowning his heart.

“Listening.”

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Author's Note: Remember when everyone thought I hated Buggy?? 🤡💙😭

Part 28

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youredreamingofroo · 13 hours

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Moray Eel and Eek

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HEHEHE! Here they are! My new OC couple that I've been DYING to share for this entire week!! There's a lot of lore for them right now, so I'm not going to share everything right now, BUTTTT if you have questions about either or both of them, feel free to send me an ask!!

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[ as always, there'll be a couple progression pics under the cut :) ]

#post: art*#art #my art #oc art #digital art #digital artist #small artist #oc #revival:Moray*#revival:Eek*#oc:Moray #oc:Eek #series:revival #none of you understand just how much i love these two UGHGHFHDHHHH #i want to spill my everything out about them but it'd take me SOOO LONG GGG #but i will GLADLY spill if ppl ask cuz i think i could rambkle about moray and eek FOREVER..#feel free to reference old ask games ive reblogged before via my post:askgame tag for asks abt moray and eek skdjhfjks

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kingsmakers · 3 days

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Gardens of Misery: Chapter 18

Read it here: AO3

Demelza Dayne finds herself at the centre of a conflict between the two women she cares about most, her best friends Rhaenyra Targaryen and Alicent Hightower. In the midst of brewing turmoil, and men of the court scheming to gain her favour, Demelza finds herself playing a dangerous game of survival, both in court and home in Dorne.

“I was sorry to hear of Jason’s death.” The words had been the same on everyone’s lips since Jason’s passing, and they began to grate upon her patience. I wasn’t, Demelza thought, but she kept such treachery to herself. She doubted anyone believed her marriage to Jason to be a loving one, yet she was still expected to be the grieving widow. She played the part for the sake of her younger children, whom Jason had loved. “Black is a dull colour on me.” Demelza tossed her hair back. “A strange Westerlands custom I’m expected to adhere to.” “You have done well, Demelza.” Lindon took her hands in his. He was recently into his forties, silver beginning to streak at his temples. To her knowledge, he was yet to take a wife, still enjoying his paramours at home in Dorne. “You made a formidable match, and now you hold power in the Westerlands.”

Forever tag: @juliaswickcrs @thatmagickjuju @starcrossedjedis @darkwolf76 @akabluekat

@drbobbimorse @mystic-scripture @iron-parkr @asirensrage @rhaenyraslaena

@arrthurpendragon @hiddenqveendom @emilykaldwen @themaradwrites

#house of the dragon #fyeahgotocs #fyeahhotdocs #demelza dayne #gardens of misery #elyana sand #rhyanon waters #ceridwen rivers #aemond targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #chapter update

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nerdy-stilinski · 4 months

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Get to know you game! Answer the questions and tag 9 people you want to know better!

I was tagged by my lovely lovely friends @rosieposiepuddingnpie and @haleapologist

Last song listened to: Underground by Cody Fry (truly this is such a cinematic experience every time it floors me

Currently reading: House of Flame and Shadow by Sarah J. Maas - this crossover event means more to me than Avengers: Infinity War truly

Currently watching: what am i ever watching. teen wolf eternal rewatch. OH MY GOD WAIT. i've been rewatching American Dad. yikes.

Currently obsessed with: i'm finally back into my swing of reading - it ebbs and flows based on how much time i have bc of school but i have been putting up some wild page counts lately :) also stealing this from rosie but the sterek obsession is also still going strong. nobody talk to me about teen wolf i will be weird about it

no pressure tags: @stilinskiderek @elisela @missanniewhimsy @outtoshatter @dear-massacre @raisesomehale

#grace speaks #tag game #i love these i will forever love tag games #also i look at what i'm obsessed with rn and what i'm watching and what i'm listening to and i'm like? is this high school again? anyways -#i love and adore you all

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daily-sifloop · 10 days

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Mmm draw some Sifloop angst please

Day 8: They wouldn't say that... would they?

Credit for the Mal du pays Loop dialogue goes to my amazing best friend <3

#isat #in stars and time #isat spoilers #sifloop #it IS sifloop!! look at this utter devastation #isat siffrin #siffrin isat #day 8 #isat mal du pays #mal du pays isat #isat loop #loop isat #loop gets tagged too because impersonation yada yada #desert art #also known as: MY “LOOP SHOULD'VE BEEN IN THE MAL DU PAYS SCENE” PROPAGANDA #as soon as I reflected on the mdp scene after finishing the game it just struck me that loop should've been there #They're also a friend!! They're also someone important!!#and wouldn't it devastate siffrin so. to know that someone who helped them all this time. who remained “alive” the longest in the loops.#someone who saw his fuck ups and repeats and still helped them-#say that they're a lost cause? that they simply cant help him because he's so broken?#they could remain in the time loops forever and the only other person who's aware of them would hate their guts #the real reason why mdp didn't impersonate loop as well is bc if siffrin heard their wife hates them he would whine so hard mdp would #have no choice but to let him go /j #also mdp talking in voices of siffrin's loved ones is great but very hard to show in an entirely visual medium (unlike a game's textbox)#so for the sake of this little comic mdp also adopts some visual traits of the one they're impersonating atm

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dollya-robinprotector · 11 months

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"Hey, with, a ♪ ding ding dan ♪ let's dance! Rougher and rougher, up, down, up, down ♪ heave-ho ♪ Here, until you hit the climax, I'll take good care of you With our school slippers, shall we dance?"

Inspired by Balleriko - Mikito and this art

Part 2 with Fem School LIs...?

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kaiminluu · 10 months

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"when you slam the door i think you know, that you won't be away too long, you know that i'm not that strong"

hi @campbyler you destroyed me

#byler #acswy #filed under events that make me know i'm living in the right timeline #i love you guys #also i'm really connecting over your use of mamma mia #MAMMA MIA! it's a game we play SHUT UP #bye bye doesn't mean forever SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!#i genuinely fear the possibility of winner takes it all being in future chaps #abbyler #<- thank you tumblr user genius demobatman for this genius tag #camp byler #byler fanart #mike wheeler #will byers #stranger things #my art

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manderleyfire · 12 days

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I will do all this, I will get all this blood on my hands, and you are able to plead naivety.

#welighttheway #hotdedit #larys x alicent #larys strong #alicent hightower #larycent #alicent x larys #alicenthightowerdaily #hotd #matthew needham #i fuckng need to tag the man himself because all those quotes? still! so! striking! HONESTLY i pepper his brain with kisses #'he makes himself indispensable to her ties them together in blood in this extraordinary act of will'#'he can see what she’s capable of and he wants to draw it out. they’re both outsiders among the natives'#'she gets to say 'i didn't want it' and i KNOW she did'#'that’s the thing about assault like that it makes the victim’s body the scene of the crime'#rent fckng free forever #larys wants her to feel the same shame wants to break her chaste royal placid exterior and peel the layers off. manually #he wants to creep inside of her mind and rearrange what he finds there #and mr needham is the only larycent fan who gets it to the core!!!!!!!!#THE matthew of the cast i'm so sorry *or am i??*#is this my way to ignore the leaks??? who knows #tbh i was overwhelmed by the urge to give our tiny larycent circle SOMETHING before the new season starts #for better or for worse i am not sorry for my crime #sooooo i'm afraid this post is not for normies it's for sickos #LIKE CALLS TO LIKE #dolores <3 mariana <3 alyssa <3 bia <3 val <3 nina <3 #trashfam *affectionate*#game of thrones #shitty things i do for love #me in s1 DON'T FEED THE RAT ALICENT!!!! me now: FUCKNG FEED THE RAT ALICENT *before this particular determined rat chew its way through*

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dogboots · 6 days

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boyfriend full of facts

#sparklecare #uni cornelius #barry ill #sparklecare hospital #sorry for all the main tags on what really is a doodle post. i need to keep my tags straight :(#either way the point of this is that the dynamic is uni who is a gamer & barry who likes to watch her play #he'll read up on the trivia section of wikipedia pages for games she really likes so he can have fun facts for her #or even just fun things about the game development #dont think he would have much interest in the games themselves but he is mr science so the behind the scenes stuff might b more interesting #& the end goal is just having fun info for his girlfriend. because he loves her and wants to take interest in her interests.#uni thinks its really cute. even if she already knows a lot of the stuff he says lol #if any of this outright contradicts something in canon im very sorry i really only read the comics #i just like it when kitty and puppy love forever

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maria-tries · 3 months

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𝓦𝓗𝓐𝓣 𝓗𝓐𝓟𝓟𝓔𝓝𝓔𝓓 𝓣𝓞 𝓑𝓔𝓛𝓛𝓐 𝓖𝓞𝓣𝓗?

#the sims #bella goth #fanart #bella cwir #as I used to know her in the Polish version lol #I cannot believe I've never drawn anything from the game that has forever altered my brain chemistry at like 7 #mariart #the sims 4 #tagging them even though I have no love for their lack of lore or timeline ❤️#the sims 2 #the goat ❤️

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boobgoogler · 3 months

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klavier is a project sekai addict capcom told me (truth) and I just KNOWWWW apollo picks at his lips when he's working hard on som shit... aka... afflicting klapollo with mo'isms

#apollo justice #klavier gavin #ace attorney #klapollo #mo art #my art #tw skin picking #?#idk if i need to tag this he's just Locked In...#project sekai #hatsune miku #shes THERE #i think hes playing brain fluid explosion girl #bc #i was playing that when talking to my friends earlier...#and my brother walked in and fed me ice cream #AND I KEPT MY COMBO....#if u know pjsk/rythem games u KNOWWW sometimes its so hard to focus when talking but #i love that song....#YAY !#sorry for rambling ni the tags i love you tumblr #well...#yeah okay its 4 am but #gah #ummmm #i was watching jerma clips while drawing this so apollo becomes a jerma fan...#I WISH I GOT A DOLLHOUSE SHIRT WHEN THEY WERE UP FOR SALE.... forever regret not getting one b4 it went away..#3 YEARS AGO??????#WHAT #it cant be that long right? dollhouse was like... last month.... wym.... almost 3 years........

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lynzishell · 2 months

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OC Deep Dive Questionnaire 💛Atlas & Asher🩵

✨TYSM for the tag @raiiny-bay, @zosa95, @dandylion240, @sirianasims, and @hannahssimblr 🤗💖

Of course, I went overboard with this, so grab your favorite beverage and let's dive right in, shall we? ☕💕

-what common/uncommon fear do they have?

💛Atlas: [Pointing to Asher] Water. 🩵Asher: You can’t just leave it at that. It’s not like if you set a glass of water on the table, I’ll run screaming. I have a fear of drowning, so I don’t like to be submerged in water. You’re never going to catch me out swimming. Probably not on a boat either, while we’re at it. Not taking any chances. 💛Atlas: Fair enough. But you won’t even put your face under the water in the shower. 🩵Asher: That’s because it reminds me of being submerged in water. Anyway, this conversation is making me sweaty, and there just happens to be water on the other side of this fence, so let's change the subject. Next question.

-do they have any pet peeves?

🩵Asher: Oh, Atlas fuckin’ hates mindless small talk, like the kind you use just to fill the silence, or because you awkwardly feel like you need to talk to the person next to you. Seriously, he’ll like you a lot more if you just sit next to him in silence for an hour. 💛Atlas: Very true. And yet, your record for silence is, what, twenty minutes? 🩵Asher: Maybe. But I don’t make mindless small talk. 💛Atlas: Yeah, I do like listening to you ramble on about your latest obsessions. You get all animated and excited, it’s really cute. 🩵Asher: You’re really cute.

-what are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

💛Atlas: Uh, I don’t know, what’s in our room besides the obvious? Probably too many electronics. 🩵Asher: Right, between the computer and the switch and my drawing tablet and our phones... 💛Atlas: And your sketchbooks and pencils. How many pencils does someone need? 🩵Asher: I don’t have enough; I’ll tell you that much. Count yourself lucky that most of my art supplies are scattered between Lex’s place and my parents’ house. One day I’ll get it all organized in one place, but that day is not today.

-what do they notice first in a person?

🩵Asher: Hm. That's a good question. What did you notice about me first? 💛Atlas: Your hair, obviously. 🩵Asher: [laughs] 💛Atlas: But no, I would say your eyes. I’d never met anyone with such pure gray eyes before, they’re striking. Your eyes are very expressive too. And you make eye contact with people more than anyone else I know. Like, whenever I talk to you, I always feel like you’re really listening. 🩵Asher: [smiles] I am.

-on a scale of 1-10, how high is their pain tolerance?

🩵Asher: Oh god, mine is probably like a 5, and Atlas’s is probably a fuckin’ 8 or 9. 💛Atlas: I would’ve said 7, but we can go with 8.

-do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

💛Atlas: I think my first instinct is freeze, but then probably flight. Depending on the situation, I’ll walk away or hide away. 🩵Asher: Mostly. But with James, you definitely went to fight. 💛Atlas: That was different. I don’t care if people hurt me, but I’m not going to let them hurt the people I love. Ash is definitely more of a fighter than I am.

-do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

🩵Asher: I don’t come from a big family, it’s just my parents, me, my sister, and my niece, but we are very close. But honestly, family isn’t just about relatives. Chosen family is just as important. When I say my family is the most important thing to me, I don’t just mean them, I also mean Atlas and Lex and Dawn and Phoenix and Aspen too. And Jasper, obviously. 💛Atlas: Exactly. If we’re talking about relatives, I come from a very large family, but I will never see or speak to any of them again, except for Dawn, of course. A few years ago, I never would’ve considered myself a family person, but Ash’s family taking me in changed all that. I’d definitely say I am now. 🩵Asher: I love that.

-what animal represents them best?

💛Atlas: Oh, that’s easy. Ash is just like Jasper, his border collie. Playful and energetic, friendly, intelligent, hardworking, and he loves to snuggle. 🩵Asher: Hm. I think for Atlas, I’d say a deer. 💛Atlas: A deer? 🩵Asher: Yeah, like, you’re quiet and cautious, a bit anxious with a tendency to hide, but you’re also beautiful and sweet. 💛Atlas: You make me sound more like a bunny. 🩵Asher: No, definitely not a bunny. Have you ever come upon a big buck deer? They’re majestic and intimidating, and they’ll kick your ass if they have to. They’re… survivors.

-what is a smell that they dislike?

💛Atlas: Ammonia. 🩵Asher: No one likes the smell of ammonia. 💛Atlas: I know, but when I was a kid, at the end of every school year, we’d have to clean our desks with this ammonia spray. Twenty kids spraying ammonia in an enclosed room. It was awful. I’m sure they had the windows open, but even still, that smell is seared into my brain, makes me want to gag just thinking of it.

-have they broken any bones? if so, how?

🩵Asher: Okay, story time! So, when I was ten? Eleven? Something like that. Anyway, I was dancing around in my room, as one does, and I tripped on a book, one of many scattered around my disaster of a room, and tried to catch myself as I went down. Bad decision. I’ll spare you the details, but the pain I felt in my wrist was horrible. I literally saw stars. And then I almost puked when I looked at it. So, of course, I started screaming for my mom. She came running in, and I told her that I’d broken my wrist. And what did she do? She yanked on it and snapped it back into place! Because apparently, I’d just dislocated it. But, fuck, it hurt. If a broken bone is worse than that, then I hope I never break one. 💛Atlas: I broke a toe once. Stubbed it on the corner of my bed when I was in college. I wasn’t good about taping it up or anything either, so it healed a little crooked.

-how would a stranger likely describe them?

🩵Asher: For Atlas? One word: quiet. How they interpret that quietness varies though. Some people think he’s really shy, others think he’s just aloof. But he’s actually neither. He’s introverted and pensive, sure, but he’s also very warm and enjoys chatting with people if it’s a more meaningful conversation, y’know. Like, when we first met, we would talk for hours and hours. 💛Atlas: That’s true, but you’re such an easy person to talk to. I think that’s what people would say about Ash. He’s just very relaxed and friendly and has a way of putting people at ease. He’s good at connecting with people and getting them talking and making them laugh.

-are they a night owl or a morning bird?

🩵Asher: Probably night owls, I’d say. Atlas prefers starting his day later and working late, if he has the option. 💛Atlas: Yeah, but these days, it feels like I’m working all the time. But even still, Ash starts his day earlier. I don’t know. I think he’s somehow both. He has no issues with mornings, but he also gets a burst of energy in the evening and sometimes it’s hard to get him to come to bed. 🩵Asher: To sleep, anyway. 💛Atlas: [laughs] Right.

-what is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

💛Atlas: Ah, Ash hates vinegar and anything pickled. And he loves warm spices like cinnamon and cardamom. 🩵Asher: Oh my god, and Atlas is fuckin’ backwards when it comes to this. He likes bitter flavors to a strange degree, like super bitter beer and strong coffee and he’ll only eat chocolate if it’s the super dark stuff, otherwise he hates it. He doesn’t like sweets. No sugary drinks or candy or even pastries.

-do they have any hobbies?

🩵Asher: We both love gaming and dancing. Otherwise, I like to draw and spend time with my dog. My favorite is taking him down to the beach to play fetch, he loves it there. 💛Atlas: Yeah, and I don’t know, I like to stay active because I feel like I’m constantly at a desk otherwise. I used to rock climb a lot, but since we climbed Mt. Komorebi, we took a break and never really got back to it, so I pretty much just run and work out at the gym occasionally. And I like to sing. 🩵Asher: Seriously, I wish you could hear him. He has the most incredible voice. 💛Atlas: Aw, thank you.

-boom, surprise birthday party! how do they react to surprises?

💛Atlas: Ash would love it! He’d be so stoked that everyone showed up for him like that. 🩵Asher: And Atlas would probably dump me on the spot if I ever did that to him. 💛Atlas: I don’t know if I’d dump you, but… okay, yeah, I probably would.

-do they like to wear jewelry? if so, what is their favorite piece?

🩵Asher: I don’t think I’ve ever seen Atlas wear any jewelry. 💛Atlas: No, I’ve tried, but I could never get used to it. I’d always end up taking it off by midday. 🩵Asher: I can see that. I wear earrings, but that’s it. I used to wear a necklace that an ex gave me, but I threw it out when we broke up. I wanted to throw it into the ocean, but I didn’t dare to walk out on the dock [laughs] so I tossed it in a dumpster instead. 💛Atlas: I didn’t know that. Which ex? 🩵Asher: Elias. 💛Atlas: Ahh. Yikes. 🩵Asher: Yeah. Anyway. Next question.

-do they have neat or messy handwriting?

💛Atlas: I think we both write fairly neat. 🩵Asher: I think so too. Yours is all sharp angles, but it’s not sloppy. 💛Atlas: Yeah, and you have a strong preference for uppercase letters. Sometimes it’s rushed, but it’s never messy. Actually, I’ve never thought about it before, but I really like your handwriting. 🩵Asher: I like yours too.

-what are two emotions they feel the most?

🩵Asher: [points to Atlas] Anxious. 💛Atlas: All of the time. 🩵Asher: And, hm, we can only pick two? I’d probably go with either introspective or focused. 💛Atlas: That’s probably right. For you, I’d say, passionate or inspired and then maybe playful or energetic or something like that. Okay yeah, passionate and playful.

-do they have a favorite fabric?

💛Atlas: Probably cotton, I guess. 🩵Asher: Yeah, same. I don't know. Never really thought about it, to be honest.

-what kind of accent do they have?

🩵Asher: I don’t know. Do we have accents? I mean, I guess Atlas gets a hint of a drawl when he drinks, it’s pretty cute. 💛Atlas: I do not. 🩵Asher: You do! I never told you because I didn’t want you to get self-conscious and try to stop. 💛Atlas: It’s a good thing I don’t drink often, I guess. 🩵Asher: Whatever. I love it. 💛Atlas: And I love you. 🩵Asher: I love you too.

And I love them too!! 🥹

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