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rorywritesjunk · 6 months

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No longer locked upon the land but free on the rolling waves

You and Buggy come face to face with himself from the past, and while you're fully accepting that this is your husband as a child, Buggy doesn't want to accept it.

Rating: PG-13ish, but just due to some swearing.

Warning: Upset kid, upset husband. Reader is way too nice, doesn't necessarily take husband's feelings into account as well.

A/N: A combined request. I did a few versions of this story before feeling like it hit the marks I was wanting to hit. Also, I'm just trying to vibe off what I've seen of Kid Buggy. I'm no expert. I'd protect that kid with my life. He's so adorable. I also like the trope of "Meeting your self from another time" and "gets turned back into kid-self". This is the former, and I know shit about time travel but I just kind of made something up. Also, kelpies. Are they in One Piece? I honestly don't know but I love kelpies and needed an excuse to mention them.

Title comes from "Sailing Song" by S.J. Tucker.

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6/Epilogue

Chapter One

You would have thought you drank the pub dry the night before and were still drunk with what you were seeing in front of you. Except you very much didn’t drink. You stayed back on the ship, wanting a quiet night while the rest of the crew and captain went to drink the pub dry. You were perfectly sober, no hangover in sight, but you really weren’t sure what you were staring at.

Blue hair, red nose, and a scowl you knew all too well was in front of you, clutching something in his little hands while looking you up and down. “What?!”

“I… don’t know.” Which was true, you didn’t know. The kid in front of you looked every bit like the captain who was currently sleeping back on the ship, having managed to find his way home without falling off the docks and into the water to drown(this time). He never mentioned having a kid, ever, and considering how long you knew the captain and your relationship with him, and guessing the kid’s age, you would have been having a very serious talk about infidelity and why keeping your love child a secret? Seriously? wasn’t good for relationships.

“Why are you staring at me?!” The kid snapped. “Don’t stare at me!”

“Sorry!” You smiled and knelt down in front of him. “You just look so much like someone I know, I was confused. I promise I wasn’t staring.”

The kid was on guard, tense, and looked ready to bolt, but you were curious. He just looked so much like Buggy that he had to be an offspring or some kind of relative, but the scary thing to you was how much he really looked like Buggy; he had kept some photos of his childhood onboard the Oro Jackson, and you knew what he looked like as a kid. He would show them to you on nights when he was drunk and reminiscing about the good ol’ days, singing shanties and drinking heavily. Last night was one of those nights before he passed out asleep in bed.

“What’s your name?” You finally asked. The kid didn’t seem sure about telling you, but he must have felt brave because he straightened up and smirked at you.

“I’m Buggy!” He told you, puffing his chest out proudly. “I’m an apprentice under Captain Roger, y’know, and I’m one of the best already!”

Oh.

Oh shit.

Yea, no, something weird was going on. Why was there a kid who looked like Buggy, had the same name, and was talking about Captain Roger like he was still alive? Was this an elaborate make believe game the kid was playing, or were you staring into the eyes of your husband’s childhood self?

Weirdly enough, the latter made more sense to you. You heard of this happening, stories from sailors and pirates alike, but the stories were overheard at the bar after too much alcohol was consumed. Stories of children appearing for several days on a ship, like ghosts from a distant past, only to disappear again without a trace, but sometimes it happened the other way around, with the storytellers insisting that they met themselves as a child in the past, got to relive some memories, good and bad, before coming home again.

“Yea?” You grinned. “That’s impressive, so where’s your crew? Your ship?”

The smirk vanished and he deflated a bit, looking around with the smallest bit of worry. “I don’t know. I was in front of them and there was some kind of flash of light, and… I don’t know where I am.”

“Oh, well, want me to help you look for them?” You asked, knowing all too well that his crew was nowhere around, he was not where he thought he was, but you didn’t want him getting into any trouble (which you knew was difficult because as an adult he managed to get himself into enough trouble). “If we don’t find them, you can stay with me. I’ll keep you safe.”

“I-I don’t need to be kept safe!” He snapped. “I’m tough, okay? I can take care of myself!”

You made sure not to laugh, but it was hard not too. He was so cute as a kid that saying those things with such passion and intensity just made him even more adorable. Instead, you nodded, agreeing with him as you held your hand out to him to take.

“Well, how about something to eat? I’m just finishing up a supply run for my ship.” You said. “I’m happy to make you something before we find your crew.”

He looked at your hand, looked at you, then back at your hand before hesitantly taking it. Whatever he held in his hand he put in his pocket, making you wonder what he stole before coming here. You decided not to test the waters yet, he was feisty, proud, and if you treated him like a kid then he wouldn’t be very happy. You needed to treat him like the apprentice that he is, proud, determined, and passionate. Once his hand was in yours, you gave it a gentle squeeze and smiled at him as you started walking back to the docks.

“I have fresh apples and peanut butter, if you’d like that as a snack.” You said, eyeing him with a grin as his face lit up. That was the same snack you’d promise the captain whenever you wanted something from him. It wasn’t fancy by any means, just a simple snack, but you kept the peanut butter hidden from him so he never knew where to find it. The way the kid’s face lit up told you all you needed to know that this really was Buggy as a kid.

Oh, it was about to get fun on the ship.

“-and then I stole it!” Buggy exclaimed with a laugh, holding up the pendant for you to see. He had just finished telling you of his latest act of piracy, stealing some necklace from a vendor on the streets. You had fed him, given him something to drink, and you couldn’t help but walk over to him once he finished talking to wipe some of the food off his face with a dish towel. He was caught off guard and made a face at you when you did that.

“Pirates with food on their face scare no one.” You chuckled as you slung the towel over your shoulder before clearing the dishes in front of him. “And then what happened, Buggy?”

He fell silent, brow furrowed as he thought of your question. What did happen? He took off running, met up with the crew, and then a flash of light and he bumped into you-

“Buggy?” You tapped on the table in front of him, bringing him out of his thoughts. “You okay, sweetie?”

“Yea, yea.” He mumbled as he looked down at the pendant in his hand. “Next thing that happened was I ran into you.”

He quite literally did. You had just stepped out of a shop when he walked right into you, and you had been in shock of seeing him that you weren't bothered that a kid was yelling at you about being in the way.

“Oh!” You nodded and went to refill his glass. “Well, you can stay with me until we find your crew, okay?”

“Are you a pirate?” He asked. “I'm on a pirate ship, but you don't seem like a pirate.”

You laughed softly at that, shaking your head. “I'm not, no. I don't do piracy, just help with the upkeep of the ship. My husband, however, is a pirate.”

“What?!”

“Yea, he-”

“It's too loud in here.” Someone grumbled from the doorway. You both turned to look; the kid’s eyes widened and you grinned. And there he was, groggy, a little hungover, and obviously needing food and coffee if he was going to start the day. You went over to him and led him to the table, helping him sit down before you started on the coffee. “Time?”

“Lunch time.” You chuckled. “That's what time it is, honey.”

He glared at you, oblivious to the guest that was staring at him with wide eyes and an open mouth. Buggy was a little hungover, having had his fair share of alcohol the night before. Normally you had the coffee ready for him before he woke up, so he was confused and unhappy that it wasn't readily available for him at that moment.

“It's too early.” He grumbled, rubbing his eyes. “What's for lunch?”

“Wake up first.” You brought him a cup and kissed the top of his head. “But I need you to look across the table before you drink that coffee, honey.”

Buggy looked up at you, eyes squinting in confusion. You took hold of his head and turned it in the direction you wanted him to look, and a few seconds later he pushed back from the table while you still held his head. Swearing, you popped it back onto his neck.

“W-What is going on?” He shrieked upon seeing the kid. Thankfully Kid Buggy remained seated, but you could see the confused look on his face. The two were staring at each other, mirror images except for the age difference. Before you could explain, your husband got up, marched over to the kid, and picked him up by the back of the shirt, carrying him out of the kitchen.

“Buggy-” You went after him, not sure what was happening.

“Hey! Put me down!” The kid shrieked, fists swinging and legs kicking.

Buggy didn't respond and before you could stop him, he tossed the kid over the side of the ship and into the water. You couldn't believe he did that. You rushed to the side to look over, relieved you saw the kid treading water. So this was definitely a young Buggy, pre-Devil Fruit, otherwise you would have thrown your husband overboard after the kid. You threw a rope down to him while your husband went back to the kitchen, rambling on about curses and bad omens.

You wanted to know what the hell that was about.

“I’m fine!” The kid insisted as you wrapped his hair up in a towel. His clothes were soaked and you did not have anything that would fit him, so he was currently wearing an old shirt of Buggy’s until his clothes dried. They were draped over a chair in the bedroom, the pendant he stole earlier sitting on your shared dressing table.

“I don’t need you getting sick, sweetie.” You sighed as you used another towel to make sure his face was clean. You were mindful of the nose, touching the towel to his face except there. “I’m sorry he did that.”

“Why did he do that?” He grumbled as he crossed his arms, glaring up at you.

“Because pirates are superstitious fools.” You told him. “And… seeing you scared him I guess. I don’t know, I’m going to talk to him.” Carefully, you unwrapped his hair, making note that he needed to have it brushed to keep from tangling too much. You got up and set the towels aside before grabbing your hairbrush. “Buggy, I’m going to tell you something and I don’t want you to get scared, okay?”

“I don’t get scared!” He insisted. “Not like that guy! I’m braver than him!”

“Okay, here’s the thing about my husband-”

“Don’t tell him anything!” Your husband suddenly appeared in the doorway, glaring at the two of you. “Where did you find him? Who is he?!”

You weren’t bothered by his mood, but you wanted to make sure the kid felt safe. Without a word you moved between the two, keeping Kid Buggy behind you as you crossed your arms.

“We ran into each other, Buggy.” You told him firmly. “He got separated from his crew.”

“Crew?!” Buggy shook his head. “No, get him off this ship. He could be… a kelpie or something. Get him out of here!”

“He’s not a kelpie.” You sighed.

“You don’t know that!”

Rolling your eyes you looked down at the kid. He had grabbed hold of your pant leg, gripping it tightly as he stared at the man in the doorway. This was a lot for both of them but you needed the captain to calm down. You knelt down and touched the kid’s bare toes. He took a step back and gave you a weird look.

“Human toes, no hooves.” You pointed out. “He also mentioned the Oro Jackson and being an apprentice…” You looked back at your husband. He paled and shook his head. This was too much. This was not him, this had to be some form of trickery, or a shapeshifter. “Besides, I’ve spent enough time with my husband to know when I’m with him as a child.”

Kid Buggy’s eyes widened, looking between you and Adult Buggy. Child? Was… this supposed to be him in the future? As an adult? His jaw dropped, he couldn’t believe it. You smiled at the expression on his face, pleased the kid was in awe of this.

“I turn out to be a drunk loser?!” The kid shrieked. “Why?!”

Okay, that was not what you expected. You slapped your hand to your face while your husband looked ready to throw the kid overboard once again. Kid Buggy just shook his head, not believing this. Was this an alternate reality of some kind? He wouldn’t be like this. Was this guy even a pirate? He didn’t seem like it from the little bit the kid had seen already. He was not impressed in the slightest.

“I want him gone.” Buggy snapped. “No kelpie or bad omen crap is allowed on this ship!”

He stormed off after that.

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mychemicalrachel · 24 days

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Officially a third of the way through the year (holy shit???) so I wanted to do a little reading challenge progress update, complete with a fancy little accountability chart 😊

January:

Aristotle and Dante Discover The Secrets of The Universe - Benjamin Alire Sáenz (★★★☆☆)

Before I Go To Sleep - S.J. Watson (★★★☆☆)

Clown In A Cornfield 2; Frendo Lives - Adam Cesare (★★★★☆)

Don't Let Go - Harlan Coben (★★★☆☆)

Escape Room - Megan Goldin (★★☆☆☆)

February:

Find Her - Lisa Gardner (★★★☆☆)

Gorgeous Gruesome Faces - Linda Cheng (★★☆☆☆)

March:

Heart Shaped Box - Joe Hill (★★★☆☆)

In Silence - Erica Spindler (★★★★☆)

Eeny Meeny - M.J. Arlidge (★★★☆☆)

The June Boys - Court Stevens (★★★☆☆)

April:

The Kept Woman - Karin Slaughter (★★★☆☆)

Long Road To Mercy - David Baldacci (★★★☆☆)

My Best Friend's Exorcism - Grady Hendrix (★★☆☆☆)

Notorious Nineteen - Janet Evanovich (★★☆☆☆)

The Other Girl - Erica Spindler (★★★★☆)

DNF'd:

Beauty Queens - Libba Bray

Damned - Chuck Palahniuk

Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe - Fannie Flagg

Currently Reading:

Bad Dreams in the Night - Adam Ellis

One Last Stop - Casey McQuiston

The Foxhole Court - Nora Sakavic (audiobook)

TBR:

Panic - Lauren Oliver

Queen Of Teeth - Hailey Piper

Sadie - Courtney Summers

This is How You Lose the Time War - Max Gladstone & Amal El-Mohtar

Vicious - V.E. Schwab

Wren Martin Ruins It All - Amanda DeWitt

X - Davey Davis

Yesterday is History - Kosoko Jackson

Ziggy, Stardust & Me - James Brandon

I'm on storygraph (monsieurbluesky) if you wanna see my half-assed reviews and progress!

#rachel reads #2024 reading list

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bookishjules · 1 year

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Hi :) What are some of your favorite books? I need recs <3

hi!! ooh this is a fantastic question.. I wish I knew more about your tastes and what you have already read to give you a better list, but alas.

some pretty obvious favorites if you look at my blog, but that deserve to be mentioned:

percy jackson etc. by rick riordan

the shadowhunter chronicles by cassandra clare

the raven cycle by maggie stiefvater

I always recommend daughter of smoke and bone by laini taylor for high fantasy. and the 5th wave by rick yancey for sci-fi

and if you like the chaotic middle grade vibe of pjo, the insignia trilogy by s.j. kincaid is very underrated imo

I also love anything and everything markus zusak or fredrik backman writes. seriously

for ya romance..

when dimple met rishi (and the subsequent books) by sandhya menon

aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe by benjamin alire sáenz

the unexpected everything by morgan matson

for new adult/adult romance.. I haven't read as much as ya, but these were some favorites from the last year or two:

beach read by emily henry

the seven husbands of evelyn hugo by taylor jenkins reid

maybe someday by colleen hoover

I could keep going but I will spare you lol hopefully you find some gems in there <3

#asks #book recs

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lilad03-blog · 1 month

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Did John Wayne Play Fordham University’s Football Coach?

Photos from IMDb.com

Trouble Along The Way (1953) was released through Warner Brothers on April 4th of 1953. This black & white comedy starred Film Legend John Wayne and was directed by the great Michael Curtiz, who is himself best remembered for Casablanca, The Adventures of Robin Hood & White Christmas.

Was this film about Fordham Football?

A Catholic College in The Bronx

Submitted for your approval is the fictitious St Anthony’s Catholic College. It is located in, of all places, The Bronx; Fordham University is located in the Fordham Road community. Which is the busiest commercial section of Bronx County. Also, it is the one Roman Catholic institution in the Borough that played big time football during this era. (Sorry Manhattan College- just in case they are wondering.)

The Society of Jesus (S.J.)

Specifically, it is a Roman Catholic Institute of Higher Learning that is not run by the Archdiocese. But in turn it is managed by “The Order”; Perhaps they mean The Jesuits? No one attempts to explain this any further … So why not.

A Thinly Veiled Version of Cardinal Spellman?

The story includes a fictitious Cardinal O'Shea, who also happens to be a St Anthony’s alumni. In the film, he uses his influence to schedule games with institutions such as the University of Notre Dame. Francis Cardinal Spellman, then the Archbishop of New York, held a B.A., from Fordham University, from 1911. After being elevated to this position back in 1939, he also became the face of the American Catholic Church throughout this period until his death in 1967.

"Winning isn't everything -- it's the only thing."

These words are attributed to Coach Steve Williams, the fictional athletics instructor played by Wayne. In the actual context of the movie, they actually appear in print, on a sign, in his office. However, this sounds a lot like something Vince Lombardi (FCRH Class of 1937) might have said, now doesn’t it?

Dates Sync-Up With Closing Out of the Football Program

Perhaps most importantly, this movie, which was released in 1953, involves a scandal that appears to shut down the football program. It should be noted that Fordham University dropped Big Time Football after the 1954 season.

The Plot Line

Recently divorced, Steve Williams has trouble finding a job due to his inability to get along with his prior superiors. If he doesn't find work soon, he'll risk losing custody of his 11 year old daughter Carole (Sherry Jackson). He needs a job to keep the wolf-at-bay as well as a social worker assigned to see if his daughter should not be taken away from him.

1942 Oscar winner Charles Coburn (right) Photo IMDb.com

Meanwhile, Father Burke, the school’s rector, played by veteran character actor Charles Coburn, hires Williams/Wayne to improve the school’s failing financial situation. St. Anthony's is heavily in debt. They may have to close their doors. Father Burke reasons that the school could get back on its feet if it had a successful football team. He hoped this would secure the financial support of the school’s alumni too.

Coach Wiliams/Wayne’s character violates the preseason training regulations believing the added “practice” time will give him the advantage over Holy Cross, Notre Dame and "Santa Carla" (perhaps a fictitious version of Santa Clara). This was because conference rules prevent these schools from practicing during summer sessions. The New York Archbishop, who is also an alumni, uses his influence to schedule games with the institutions mentioned above.

Note: The only game that is actually played is against the fictional Santa Carla, where St Anthony’s tactics are discovered. This includes paying players and bringing in athletes much older than the accepted age. Perhaps the film’s producers wanted to avoid complaints from the real California University by creating a thinly veiled phony?

Film critic Hal Erickson of All Movie wrote: “Against his better judgment, Father Burke hires the troublesome Steve Williams, who'll stop at nothing to assemble a winning team. Somehow, Williams has to turn into a regular human being and that's where social worker Alice Singleton (Donna Reed) comes in. Described as ‘More sentimental than most Wayne vehicles, Trouble Along the Way is well worth the ride.’”

On The Other Hand: Was this not Fordham Football?

Why Did Fordham Actually Drop Football in 1954?

The team’s record that final year was 1 win; 7 loses; 1 tie. Average attendance, when home games were played primarily at the Polo Grounds, in Upper Manhattan, were 11,950. This was down from the prior year’s average of 16,000 plus. (Football did not return to campus until students brought the sport back as a “club” team in 1964.)

It seems it was not a scandal, but the inability to fund big-time football in the era of television and coast-to-coast jet travel that brought the sport down. According to Fordham Librarian J.P. McCabe, in his monograph 125 Year of Fordham Football: On December 15 (1954) the President of Fordham, Rev. Laurence McGinely, S.J., announced that Fordham could no longer afford to support a football program.

Would Notre Dame ever play the Fordham Rams?

Would legendary Notre Dame ever play the Rams in football? An examination of Fordham football seasons from 1928 to 1954, an era which saw them playing back-to-back major bowl games, shows many battles against other leading catholic colleges and universities. Boston College, Holy Cross, Saint Mary’s and Villanova pop-up as regular opponents. In reality, Notre Dame never played against Fordham.

In fact, whenever some of the catholic schools talk about rebuilding their Division 1-A program, conversations often turn to possibly booking a game with Notre Dame. Now, the only other Power-5 catholic program-Boston College-has met them 26 times but that rivalry didn’t start until 1975. This was during these latter years when both programs found themselves together in two different major sports conferences-The ACC and before that the now splintered Big East Conference.

“Much like an old-time Irish Ward boss, Notre Dame knows they already have the Catholic Vote. They want to be a national darling; So don’t count on those big pay days.”

A Bronx Setting? The ‘Shoot’ Never Left Southern California.

Many of the exterior football scenes were filmed at Pomona College in Claremont, California. In fact, under IMDB.com Goofs section, there appears to be a State of California Flag on a poll in the background in one scene.

Fordham Has Produced Many Church Leaders

According to the List of Fordham University alumni, there have been almost twenty Archbishops, Auxiliary Bishops, Bishops and Cardinals. This includes our own Class of 1980 Gordon Bennett, SJ, Auxiliary Bishop Emeritus of the Mandeville Diocese: https://www.pinterest.fr/bergin0639/famous-fordham-graduates-from-class-of-1980/

It is not really a stretch to imagine a loyal alum in a position of church authority willing to use his influence to acquire top name opposition-now is it? Could the Cardinal Spellman reference simply be a coincidence?

Vince Lombardi Quote Dispute

When this movie comes up, questions arise about the use of a quote that could be attributed to Vince Lombardi (Class of ‘37) and a member of the Seven Blocks of Granite."Winning isn't everything -- it's the only thing." These words were from Coach Williams, the fictional football instructor played by Wayne. This sounds like Coach Lombardi … or does it?

The closest offering I can find under ESPN Classic Vince Lombardi quotes seems to be: “Winning is not a sometime thing; it's an all-time thing." Nice, but not exactly the same intense language. Besides, with a release date of April 4th, 1953, and actual filming taking place in the fourth quarter of 1952, this would suggest an A-List Hollywood Picture would be trolling for quotations from the then offensive line coach at the U.S. Military Academy at West Point.

Lombardi would not start on his way to immortality, becoming the head coach for the Green Bay Packers, of the NFL, until their 1959 season.

Hearing From The Fordham Faculty

“As far as I can tell, film-history-wise, there is no direct connection to a football coach or a football scandal at Fordham.” said Karen Williams, Ph.D in Communication & Media Studies, in an email response. “Nowhere in the film's promotional material is it suggested that the story is based on real events. The writer of the film's original synopsis (based on a listing of his papers at Boston University) was Robert Hardy Andrews, and based on that it suggests that it is an original story, not based on a newspaper article or other pre-existing source.”

The Rose Hill campus Senior Lecturer added: “Andrews's background also suggests that he does not have any meaningful connections to Fordham.”

What Do You Think?

The Fordham similarities are pretty clear whether or not they were intentional, subconscious or coincidental. My first exposure to this movie was as a child, long before I entertained any notions of attending Fordham; I walked into the livingroom and my dad, who was raised in The Bronx, had just started watching it. He said simply, “This is about Fordham.” So I’m in the positive camp I guess.

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ADDENDUM

Romance or Assault? Is it still a John Wayne Movie?

Screenshot. Donna Reed who won an Academy Award in 1954 for her work in From Here To Eternity.

Click here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8NVeSPdMm2s

Fordham University has a Graduate School of Social Work.

I forwarded this video clip, contacted several department faculty and asked the following 3 questions:

Were Coach Williams' actions wildly inappropriate? (I know it's the 1950s and he is John Wayne ... but ...?)

What about Ms. Reed's reply?

What would you advise a social worker to do next?

“I'm a fan of re-examining history because we always seem to learn more about ourselves and the world when we do.” Dr. Shirley Gatenio Gabel, the Quaranta Chair for Justice for Children at Fordham University’s Graduate School of Social Service writes: “I'm not sure how you see a social worker being called in here, especially in the 1950s. It appears the character that Donna Reed is playing was being sexually harassed; however, Title VII-the law that prohibits sexual harassment at work-was part of the Civil Rights Act of 1964.”

She added: “I don't know what government agency the Donna Reed character may have called in the 1950s and how a social worker may have gotten involved.”

Note: Having re-watched this movie recently-for the 3rd time-I thought the producers didn’t know what to do with any potential romantic development either. Despite publicity stills suggesting they become one-big-happy-family (see below) these questions go largely unanswered by the film’s ending.

IMDb.com: People: John Wayne, Donna Reed, Sherry Jackson

External Links: https://www.pinterest.fr/bergin0639/is-trouble-along-the-way-actually-fordham/

Did John Wayne Play Fordham's Football Coach?

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cocktailsfairytales · 2 years

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There are a few things that life doesn’t prepare you for.

Like what to do when a super-hot guy catches you sneaking around in his basement, or what to do when a mysterious package shows up with tickets to a hockey game (because, apparently, he’s a professional athlete). Nor how to handle it when you get to the game and realize he’s freaking famous, since half of the 20,000 people in the stands are wearing his jersey.

I thought I was a well-adjusted adult–reasonably prepared for life. But one date with Jackson Wilder, a viral video, and a “I didn’t know she was your mom” incident, and I’m suddenly questioning everything I thought I knew.

But he’s fun. And great. And I think I might be falling for him. But I don’t know if he’s falling for me, too, or if he’s as much of a player off the ice as on.

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joyffree · 2 years

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But he’s fun. And great. And I think I might be falling for him. But I don’t know if he’s falling for me, too, or if he’s as much of a player off the ice as on.

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justmoreocs-writing · 11 months

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‘I hate this,’ Wu complained, tugging at the headband Mickey Mouse ears perched on the top of his head.

‘No you don’t,’ S.J. practically sang, carefully winding her hair up into a messy bun. Her own costume of Cinderella before the ball was easy enough to source, and she’d even got a little dirt on her face from chasing down a suspect earlier in the day.

‘It could be worse,’ Munroe said, carefully tucking a pocket watch into his vest pocket. The white rabbit ears he was wearing brought a smirk to S.J.’s face. The White Rabbit had felt fitting for their resident clock fanatic, even if he seemed to be having difficulty seeing the funny side to it all.

‘Are people even going to know?’ Nick asked, slinging his satchel over his back.

‘I think they’ll realise we’re together.’ Juliette looked stunning as Rapunzel, the short dark wig she was wearing easier to deal with than the carpet of hair S.J. had originally suggested. ‘And I doubt many people go to this thing as Disney characters.’

‘Wasn’t that the point? To stand out?’ Rosalee asked from her seat at the table. In her blue dress and white apron, it was easy to tell she was dressed as Belle. S.J. had half wanted to suggest she went as the Beast, but didn’t think full Wesen for the party was a good idea; she’d barely kept the suggestion back, however.

A knock on the door drew all attention that way. It was only a cursory warning before Hank opened it and stepped inside.

‘Who are you?’ Wu asked, indignation obvious behind his voice.

‘The guy from Enchanted,’ Hank said, smoothing down the lapels of his suit jacket. ‘The one who asks about all the singing.’

S.J. scoffed and couldn’t hide her smirk. Perhaps she should suggest group costumes more often in future.

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Oh, go to sleep, Little Skylark. Fly up past the stars

After breaking your heart, Buggy is cursed to be a kid again. The last thing you want to do is be involved with this.

Rating: PG-13ish. Warning: A crying kid. Reader doesn't keep emotions in check a few times here. Also an adult lying to a kid because what else do you do in a situation like this? This story and how the Reader deals with Kid Buggy is different than the other Kid Buggy story. A/N: This is what I originally wrote before the other Kid Buggy fic. I decided to revisit it and tidy it up before posting it. This has no connection to the other story at all. Completely different.

Title comes from “Little Skylark (safe at home)” by S.J. Tucker.

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7 + Chapter 8 TAGLIST: @lostfirefly @fluffybunnyu @plethora-of-fickleness @ane5e @valen-yamyam16 @lavanderdreamve

Chapter Three

You hit a wall at dinner. Your things were back in your room at the inn and you did not want to be in the bedroom again, but there was no choice. You didn’t want to leave the kid alone to sleep with the crew, and you didn’t want to sleep in the bedroom again, but you didn’t want to leave him alone at all. Not to mention when you looked in there you saw a photo of the two of you still on his desk and it took everything in you not to throw it out a porthole and into the water. Instead you stuck it in a drawer.

Dinner was an experience. You cooked what you knew to be Adult Buggy’s favorite meal, which to your relief was the kid’s favorite. He was excited to eat it, letting you know it was delicious as he shoveled the food into your mouth. You couldn’t help but smile at the compliment, even if it was coming from a nine year old. And while he regaled Mohji with a tale of his adventures on the Oro Jackson, Cabaji told you what actually happened.

Buggy was cursed by a witch after trying to steal some flowers from her garden. When he was confronted, he stuck his tongue out at her and called her old so she turned him back into a child. It happened so quickly that when Cabaji and Mohji went to look in the pile of clothes where Buggy was just standing, they found him as a child asleep in Buggy’s shirt. The logical thing was to bring him back to the ship and look for you for help.

Of course he would do something stupid like that. You thought as you rubbed your temples. This ordeal was giving you a headache.

“Why was he stealing flowers?” You asked as you picked at your food. You didn’t want to know the answer. He gave you flowers whenever the ship arrived at a port. Did that mean he already had someone else lined up that quickly? You pushed your plate away as your stomach churned at the thought.

“He just said something about ‘Oh, she’d like these’ before tearing them out of her garden.” Cabaji told you as he ate. You glanced over at him.

“Who’s ‘she’?”

“No clue.”

You no longer had an appetite and pushed the plate closer to Cabaji before you got up to start cleaning. So there was someone else. How long had it been going on, you wondered. If he didn’t want to be with you he should have just said something instead of saying horrible things to you. It still would have hurt but you would have preferred him to be honest instead of going behind your back. You glanced over at the kid. He looked pretty happy to have an audience to listen to his stories, even if it was just one person. How could a sweet kid turn into such an asshole?

After dinner was one more meltdown when he asked again when he’d be going home and you told him the same thing as before. It was getting exhausting. You didn’t have the energy for this and you were about to just leave and let Cabaji and Mohji deal with it, but a tiny hand grabbed the hem of your shirt and you looked down to see two bright, tear filled eyes looking back at you. Your heart ached at the sight. The kid didn’t know what was going on, he was innocent in all of this, not the adult. You rubbed your face and sighed.

“How about a bath? Do you like baths?” You asked. “I bet that would make you feel better and help you sleep tonight.”

As soon as you said the word he was no longer crying, instead looking disgusted by the suggestion. It was almost comical and you suggested a bath again, but instead you two agreed on just washing his face and hands for now. You weren’t sure how long he was going to be like this and Cabaji had no more information. You really hoped this was just a 24 hour thing or something so you could move on from this nonsense.

There was a pile of clothes in the bedroom. You found a pair of pajamas for him and handed them over after giving his face a good washing. There was some lavender scented lotion that you accidentally left behind, and after he changed you let him rub some onto his hands and arms.

“Smells girly.” He frowned. You rolled your eyes as you grabbed one of Adult Buggy’s shirts to sleep in.

“Don’t say that.” You scolded him gently. “It’s not, it’s very calming and will help you sleep.” You changed tops quickly and looked over at him. “Captain Roger uses lavender lotion. Keeps him relaxed.”

The kid’s head whipped around so fast you almost thought his head would have popped off his body. He looked back at the bottle of lotion before he poured some more into his hands. You hurried over and took the bottle from him before he could make a mess.

“Really?” Buggy asked with a frown. “How do you know?”

“Because I know things.” You told him as you took some of the lotion from his hand and rubbed it onto your own. “I’m the captain, after all. Captains have to know a lot of stuff about other captains.”

Buggy rubbed the excess lotion onto his arms some more before lifting his hands up to smell the scent again. “Guess it’s not that girly.”

You tried not to roll your eyes. “Get some sleep. Tomorrow we’ll do something fun.”

He shrugged and headed for the bed, climbing onto what had been your side previously. You said nothing as you got onto your ex’s side, trying to ignore how his pillows smelled like him. You didn’t want to be here at all, but you had to help him as much as you didn’t want to. The kid seemed to kind of trust you, as much as he could in this situation, but you didn’t know if you could keep the story going forever. Tomorrow you’d find the witch and beg her to change him back so you could move on.

You didn’t really sleep. You dozed, waking up every time the kid stirred. There was maybe an hour of uninterrupted sleep before day break and when you woke up something was clinging to you. When you opened your eyes you hoped to see the adult Buggy so you could knock his head off his body, but it was the kid, clinging to you as he slept. This was no different than when he was an adult and you hated it. You didn’t want any of this. Tears sprang to your eyes and you covered your mouth to keep quiet, allowing yourself a moment while he slept. This wasn’t fair at all.

The kid started to stir and you hastily wiped your eyes on the blankets, hoping he wouldn’t notice, or maybe he’d start crying and the two of you could have a cryfest together.

He looked up at you with a sleepy frown before sitting up away from you.

“You sleep okay?” You asked as you wiped your eyes. “You want breakfast?”

That seemed to perk him up. He nodded and lept out of bed, taking off for the kitchen while you got out of bed and followed after him.

He ate breakfast with gusto. You just sipped some coffee as you watched him, your brain trying to process having custody of your ex as a kid. You had to go find that witch today to get him turned back sooner rather than later. As cute as he was, you didn’t want to deal with a kid. It wasn’t what you signed up for when you joined the crew and then became his girlfriend. There was never any talk of “Babe, if I get turned back into my 9 year old self, please take care of me” because this was just something you didn’t expect to happen. And now you were no longer together and you were back on the ship and in the room where everything seemed to finally fall apart. You were focused on your thoughts, not realizing tears were rolling down your cheeks when the kid was suddenly at your side, touching your arm to get your attention.

“What’s wrong?” You asked as you set your mug down and crouched down to his level.

“Why are you crying?” He demanded. He actually sounded just a bit worried.

“I’m not, the coffee just irritated my eyes.” You lied as you wiped your face clean on your sleeve. You took a deep breath and smiled at him. “So, we got chores and things to do today. You up for it?”

Buggy smirked. “I can handle a few chores.”

“Perfect.” You said as you stood back up.

You crossed your arms as you watched Buggy help the crew with the cleaning and moving of supplies. It gave you a little break from him. Kids were exhausting, Buggy as an adult was exhausting, and the combination of the two drained you completely. If he cried again you’d just walk off the ship. Let Cabaji and Mohji put up with their captain now, it shouldn’t have to be you dealing with all of this.

How long could you keep up this act for, that Roger was coming with Shanks to take him home in a few days? Maybe you could leave before it came to that, let the rest deal with the upset child. Or maybe the situation would solve itself by then.

Buggy walked past you at that moment, grinning widely as he chatted lively with the crew. He looked up at you, grin even wider. You sighed and smiled back at him as you trailed after him.

“So, enjoying my crew?” You asked as you took one of the two crates he was carrying. “They’re a fun bunch, aren’t they?”

“They’re alright.” Buggy shrugged as you headed below deck.

You tucked the crate under your arm and ruffled his hair with your free hand. He turned and made a face, not liking that one bit. You chuckled. He hated it when you’d do it to him as an adult, so you only did it when he was particularly annoying on some days. You had tried to do it nearing the end of your relationship once, trying to see if you could get a bit of a reaction out of him to get him to talk, but the way he had snapped at you had scared you just enough that you didn’t try it again.

“What’s wrong?”

You blinked down at the kid, looking confused for a moment. “What are you talking about?”

“You look sad.” He pointed out as he set the crate down. “Kinda like at breakfast. Is your boyfriend being dumb?”

“I don’t have a boyfriend.” You said a little too harshly, setting yours down as well. “I’m fine, okay?”

Buggy looked a little taken aback by your tone but nodded, looking away from you. You felt like an ass and was about to apologize when he gasped in surprise.

“You have a lion?!”

Oh, right. Richie. Buggy hurried over to the cage, staring in awe at the large beast. The lion looked at him confused, wondering why the captain was so small. He looked at you for an explanation, but you just shrugged and opened the cage before stepping in. Once you were close, the lion pounced on you, causing the kid to shriek.

“Is he going to eat you?!”

“No, no, he’s happy to see me.” You insisted as you ruffled his mane. “He’s a very fierce member of our crew, y’know.”

Richie wouldn’t get off you. He hated that he hadn’t seen you in a week because while Mohji took good care of him, you snuck him tasty snacks from time to time. That steak was one of the best things he had in a while and before you knew it he was sniffing and pawing at your pockets, trying to see if you had anything for him.

“Can I pet him?” Buggy asked. You managed to push Richie away long enough to agree, gesturing for him to come into the cage. “He’s not going to eat me, right?”

“No, no, he won’t. He’s very sweet.” You assured him. “He likes being scratched between his ears so be gentle.”

Buggy nodded, listening to what you were instructing him to do. Richie leaned into the pets, excited to be having so much attention showered on him at once by the two of you. It was kind of nice having Buggy listen to you for once. Before he would have scoffed and had his hand taken off by Richie if he tried to pet the lion incorrectly. Maybe having him as a kid for a day or so wasn’t that bad.

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i read some books, have some thoughts

Nothing But Blackened Teeth (Cassandra Khaw) - Meh, maybe i just don't get it. The characters were very genre-aware (calling out horror tropes and stuff) and that just made them kind of annoying. It was trying to be a twist on a haunted house narrative but it didn't really do anything special. The imagery was cool at least.

Universal Harvester (John Darnielle) - I'm going to have to re-read this one, it's very confusing and definitely not a horror book. A lot of the character motivations don't make sense and it drops a few plot threads, but it does do a good job of establishing an atmosphere.

Lacrimore (S.J. Costello, @/focsle here on tumblr) - A twist on the classic haunted house narrative that does do something special. It has wonderfully haunting worldbuilding and atmosphere. My only complaint is that the printing was a little wack (a few typos, images off-center).

The Only Good Indians (Stephen Graham Jones) - I wanted to like this book more than I did, another one I'm probably going to reread. The horror was pretty effective and the imagery was very visceral, and I liked the idea behind the main antagonist.

The Haunting of Hill House (Shirley Jackson) - Another twist on the haunted house (the original, really) that I liked a lot, the only problem is that not a lot actually happens in this book until the second half.

Mirrored in Evergreen (B. Pigeon, @/b-a-pigeon here on tumblr) - Unlike the rest of these, not a horror book. It's very charming and well-written, and the characters were compelling. There was one plot thread that kind of came out of nowhere and didn't seem to go anywhere, but that didn't detract from my enjoyment.

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