Don't take my sunshine away
Characters: Buggy x g/n reader
Word count: 1241
Genre: angst, fluff
Warnings/Tags: reader with health problems, soft-buggy kinda, unconfessed feelings.
Summary: The reader has a very joyful personality and a very particular sense of humor that never fails to amuse Buggy. One day, because of health problems, the reader just stops functioning, but Buggy is there to comfort them and offer them his help.
A/N: request from @buggytheclown-ishot
Hi friend, I hope this is what you wanted. Enjoy it :)
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Ever since you knew about the feared Captain Buggy you felt bound to join his crew. So, the day you saw his ship approaching the docks while you were taking a walk, you instantly decided to take your chance, not willing to take a “no” for an answer.
You sat on the floor and waited patiently. The approaching noises from the crew and the high-pitched commands from Buggy made your heart jump in your chest. You couldn’t believe you were actually gonna meet the man of your dreams infamous Captain Buggy and his vicious pirate crew.
Buggy’s crew members stepped down from their ship, laughing and yelling, unable to hide their excitement to break havoc in a new town. The captain followed them close, laughing from the top of his lungs as he admired the landscape. This place was going to be added to his expanding territory whether its inhabitants wanted it or not.
The sound of his laugh was like music to your ears, and you began to walk towards him, lured by his natural charm. Buggy examined you with a contemptuous look on his face; ready to snap at you if you continued to come closer.
“Ahem… Captain Buggy?” you finally dared to speak as you continued walking. “I really wish to… join your…” Your eyes were focused on the floor and your voice was barely audible. You heard guns and swords being drawn and swallowed loudly. If you were gonna die right there, at least you could die trying.
Why isn’t anyone shooting already? You thought as you lifted your face to meet the captain’s eyes. His hand was held up signaling his crew to wait.
“Woah! You really have a big red nose!” you let out in a completely clear and loud tone. Everyone froze in place and their joyful expressions turned to raw fear. Buggy’s eyes went wide, and his face was contorted with anger. In a matter of seconds, you were laying on the floor with him on top. The cold blade of his knife was pressed against your throat.
“It’s beautiful,” You confessed completely ignoring the fact that your life was in imminent danger. “May I kiss it?” you added with a hopeful smile.
Your words made the whole crew gasp in unison. Everyone was taken by surprise, especially Buggy, whose cheeks went redder than his nose before he split into pieces floating away from you.
“You really have a nerve, huh?” Buggy finally spoke after reattaching himself. “What’s your name?”
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After a year of being a member of the Buggy Pirates, you still can believe your luck. The crew has already become your new family and the time you have spent sailing with them has been the best of your life. And much to your surprise and joy, the feared captain has become very fond of you. Although he still doesn’t admit it, Buggy likes having you around, mainly because you’re extremely funny and he loves the sound of your laugh and how smart and brave you are.
More often than not, you spend hours talking with Buggy after the crew has gone to sleep. Just the two of you on the deck, staring at the stars and sharing stories and memories. The captain already knows almost everything about you, and you trust him more than your own shadow. Your feelings for him are also stronger now, and with every passing day, they become harder to ignore, still, you don’t dare to confess for fear of scaring the man away.
One day, all of the sudden, you start talking less and your contagious laugh is no more to be heard. You don’t take part anymore in the crew’s usually free-time activities and prefer to lock in your room whenever you are off duty.
Buggy may be impulsive and violent, but he worries for his crew, and witnessing the change in your behavior saddens him. He wishes he could help you, but still doesn’t dare to ask what’s bothering you, thinking you will eventually come to him when you’re ready to talk about your problems.
Days pass and your situation worsens. You don’t talk anymore, and your appetite decreases to the point that you barely eat at mealtimes; you also stop showing up for your daily night conversations with your captain. Buggy is nothing but heartbroken. He doesn’t know what to do and it makes him angrier than usual. He misses the real you, your -very often- dark jokes, and the way you try and fail to hide your crush for him with clever comebacks and insults.
But today, you don’t even show up for breakfast and that is the straw that broke the camel's back. He slams his hands on the table, kicks his chair away, and storms out of the room; his fists are closed at his sides as he stomps towards your room.
To anyone else, it looks like he’s about to kill you, but no one dares to stop him out of sheer fear. Little do they know his anger isn’t aimed at you, but at whatever it is that is bothering you. If this is someone else’s fault, he’s going to kill them in the most painful way he can imagine.
Buggy rushed into your room and found you staring at the ceiling. Your expression was blank and your face pale.
“Y/N! What…?” He says but stops immediately not knowing what exactly he should say. The only thing he is sure about is the cold sensation creeping inside his body and the indescribable pain he felt in his chest the moment he saw you.
Your eyes move to him, but your expression doesn’t seem to change.
“B-Buggy,” You whisper. Your voice is hoarse, and you realize how sore your throat is.
“What’s wrong, Y/N?” Buggy says while kneeling next to your bed as he grabs your hand. “Please tell me.” He adds with a worried frown.
A tear runs down your cheek as you hear the sadness in his words and after a moment, you began speaking slowly, trying to ignore the pain as you explain what you’re going through, what made you disappear, and what is keeping you from being your true self.
Buggy listens closely, squeezing your hand every time your voice breaks, and offering you reassuring words. Tears began pooling in his eyes, but he quickly wipes them away. He knows he needs to be strong for both of you right now.
The captain finally sits next to you on the bed and you take a deep breath, his scent makes you feel safe. Buggy begins to caress your cheek and stroke your hair as you continue speaking.
“I can’t say I understand what you’re going through,” The captain finally speaks. “But I want you to know that I’ll be here as long as you need me…” He makes a pause to cup your cheek in his hand as he leans down to place a tender kiss on your forehead.
“And I’m going to do all I can to help you recover.” He whispers against your skin, and you manage to smile as his words shed a light on your suffering.
You close your eyes and the both of you remain silent. Buggy never leaves your side until you finally fall asleep, feeling slightly better than before. The fact that you don’t have to fight alone anymore eases your burden if not a little.
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When I Say You’re Not Hot, What I Really Mean Is
Hot is a cliché from movie scenes.
It’s Hollywood and reality TV,
the perfect looks from unnatural effort.
Handsome is sharp and rough.
The dark and brooding types from fiction,
imposing ones with looks that could cut.
Pretty is too close to her.
Spent too long listening to Pretty Girl,
tying that word with the one I wanted for five years.
You are effortless and far from cliché,
despite how sappy you can be.
You are soft and comfortable,
a warm presence, beacon of safety.
You are not her.
And that is a good thing,
because I never thought me and her would ever really work,
but me and you?
Maybe.
We’ll see.
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