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kiyoomology · 2 years

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something with alphonso + kisses,, i just love him so much ++ your writing is soso good <33

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kisses ☆ alphonso hargreeves

genre: fluff warnings: none besides i kinda strayed from the request, i hope you still like it :) summary: you and alphonso talk about all the kisses you’ve shared over the years. notes: flower anon you’re so sweet!! thank you so so much for the compliment, i hope you enjoy!! <3

a small laugh bubbled out of your throat as alphonso danced in the center of his bedroom, surprisingly decent at the action considering he was trying to be bad at it.

“maybe you should quit the superhero biz. become a dancer.” you teased, smiling brightly as he gave you a mock look of disgust.

“yeah, right. scoot over.” he said, and you shifted so that he could lie next to you on the bed.

your head fell onto his shoulder, mumbling the words to the song that was pouring from his record player. his hand laced with yours, and you gently ran your thumb over the back of his hand.

“do you remember our first kiss?” you asked suddenly, looking up at alphonso to see him looking at you already.

“unfortunately, i do. please don’t remind me.” he replied, standing up to change the vinyl that was playing.

“why d’ya say that? it was cute!” you protested, giggling when he turned to face you with an utterly baffled expression.

“cute? you were dangling out of my window trying to sneak out, and i kissed your chin before i kissed your lips!” he exclaimed, sending you both into a fit of laughter at his recollection.

“it was sweet! you’re just embarrassed.” you huffed, lying back on the bed and staring at the ceiling.

your brow furrowed as you noticed a handful of polaroids stuck to the ceiling, the images too hard to make out from the distance you were at.

“what are those polaroids on your ceiling of?” you asked, head lolling to the side to look at alphonso.

“you and me.” he replied, hands still flicking through his vinyl collection. you got your feet to try and see the pictures better, a soft gasp slipping from your lips as you focused on one of the pictures.

“oh my god, alphonso hargreeves, is that a picture of us kissing?” you practically shrieked, making alphonso laugh heartily.

“it’s sweet, you’re just embarrassed.” he quoted you from earlier, motioning for you to get off of his bed. you slid off of the furniture, into his arms. he had finally settled on a vinyl, angel eyes by abba filling the room.

“care to dance?” he asked in a faux deep voice, making you roll your eyes as you accepted the hand he held out to you.

he led you to the spot he had been dancing in moments before, one hand finding purchase on your waist while the other held your hand.

“if you didn’t like our first kiss, what was your favorite?” you asked softly, lips turning up into a smile when you saw his eyes sparkle affectionately.

“when i finally finished healing from the scars on my face and you kissed the skin for hours. i remember feeling so loved.” he answered honestly, voice becoming thick at the memory. “it meant a lot to me.”

out of instinct, you pressed your lips to his injured cheek, feeling him smile under your lips.

“what about you?” alphonso asked when you pulled away, and you took a moment to stare at his face.

hundreds of memories played in your brain, kisses from the years that you and alphonso and you had shared together. how could you choose one?

“maybe this one.” you said, watching as his brows furrowed. you moved both of your hands to rest on his shoulders, gently leaning into him for a kiss. his hands went to settle on your cheeks, pulling you closer to his chest.

you pulled away with a breathless laugh, the giddy expression on your face mirroring alphonso’s. your eyes fluttered shut as you kissed him again, and again, and again.

angel eyes was slowly coming to a close, but you and alphonso were too enamored with each other to notice.

#alphonso hargreeves #alphonso hargreeves x reader #alphonso hargreeves fluff #alphonso hargreeves imagine #Umbrella Academy #umbrella academy imagine #umbrella academy imagines #umbrella academy x reader #umbrella academy fluff #message received: flower anon!#thank you for requesting <3

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blvststims · 3 months

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Hiiii I love ur bg3 stimboards (I’m so obsessed with it rn…) and I was wondering if you could make a halsin stimboard 🥺👉👈 my husband,,,,,

thank u!!!!

-calciferstims

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sorry it took me a little bit to get to this request ^^" I really enjoyed making it for you :D hehe bg3 has been on my mind so much recently and getting to make a stimboard for it is always super fun! anyways! thank you for the request! hope you enjoy it ^^ and have a wonderful rest of your day/night <3

#proofreading drafts #not a stim #thank you for requesting <3

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atsushishairstreak · 2 years

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Hello! May I request a one-shot where the fem!reader comforts Atsushi when he is crying and feeling like a monster?

Summary: Atsushi meets an old "friend" from the orphanage, but the reunion doesn't go so well

TW: Mentions of child abuse, anxiety attacks, slight violence (Atsushi shoves another person onto the ground), inappropriate touching? (the "friend" tries to hug Atsushi and seduce him)

I felt like Atsushi after the guild arc wouldn't react so violently (literally lol) to pieces of his past, so I based this off of the not so emotionally stable and anxious Atsushi pre-guild arc! ヽ(´▽`)/ I hope this was satisfactory! It was fun trying to understand how Atsushi's mind works to write this

"Atsushi-kun!"

Atsushi turned around at the sound of a strangely familiar voice calling his name. He blinked, unable to find anyone, until he saw the distant figure of someone vigorously waving their hand at him in the desolate streets.

He instantaneously dropped the grocery bags he was holding. Sheer panic flooded his mind as he froze in place like a deer in headlights.

"Why...?"

They sidled up to him with a bright smile on their face, and Atsushi immediately felt nauseous at the familiar sight. "Don't you remember me? It really has been a while since we last saw each other at the orphanage."

"You mean when I was kicked out."

They laughed as if he had said a hilarious joke. "Same thing! Say, let's go to a cafe or something. My treat."

Atsushi took a few steps back. His hands felt clammy underneath the gloves Ranpo had gifted him. He just wanted to go home with the groceries he had unceremoniously dumped on the ground and make dinner with you before falling asleep while reading together, not chatter with one of the children from the orphanage.

He tried to envision how you would react if you were with him. Would you pull him away and demand they leave? Or offer to sit with him as he tidies the end of his connection to one of the people who turned away to the sight of wounds littering his frail, brittle body?

Atsushi looked at the person before him. They looked happy with a spark in their eyes. It was completely different from the somber look every child had in the orphanage. They must have left somehow, and created a path for their own, just like Atsushi did. With the exception of being painfully reminded of their powerlessness from every lashing that fell upon tender skin.

He can still remember how they used to share bits and pieces from their meals whenever he was forced to starve, but also how they began looking away when the punishments became abhorrently severe. Now they looked directly into his eyes, offering to buy him a meal. He could hear something roaring in his ears. Atsushi thought it was the sound of the tiger within him, but it could have been his heart thumping away erratically at the fury coursing through his veins.

"I'll decline," he said coolly. He clenched his fingers into fists to hide his trembling.

"Oh, come on." They gave him a sly smile, and Atsushi's blood went cold. That wasn't how they used to smile, before they blatantly began ignoring his existence.

They reached out a hand to play with the long strand of hair on the side of his head, the other on his chest. Atsushi wanted to move, yell, scream, but he felt like he was a small child again, powerless to the whims of other people. He couldn't move an inch despite his sheer panic and disgust that made his eyes water. "I thought you quite liked me back then? I'll admit it was a bit rude of me to stop talking to you, but bygones be bygones, right?"

Their hands slid up to loop around his neck, and that was when the fed-up tiger within him took over.

He could see their eyes widening in shock as they were flung away and landed hard against the concrete. They looked at the scraped skin of their palms and then at Atsushi, before promptly shrieking in terror. "Monster! Monster!"

Atsushi looked at his own hands, which were now huge paws. He wasn't a human anymore, rather a large white tiger. Didn't he learn how to control his ability? Wasn't the time Dazai nullified his ability at the warehouse the final time he'd ever lose control?

Was he even worthy to be in the detective agency, when he had been overtaken by the tiger once more and harmed a civilian?

He looked at the person before him once more, searching for something, anything. They began flinging pebbles on the ground at him.

He turned tail and ran as fast as he could, ignoring the astonished gasps of passerbys and ignoring the panicked cries of "Monster!" that still rang in his ears. He switched back into his human form when he reached your apartment, practically breaking the door open to see you with a startled look on your face.

The same startled look his old friend from the orphanage had when they were shoved away by the tiger.

Atsushi collapsed to the ground, his face buried into his knees as he cowered. "Monster, monster," he said obsessively between hiccuping gasps.

You immediately moved closer to him, careful not to touch him as you sat in front of him. "Who told you that?"

"Them, the headmaster, the other children..." Atsushi hyperventilated, aggressively tearing at the fabric on his wrists as if he was trying to escape handcuffs.

"Is it okay if I touch you?"

Atushi nodded, his face still tucked away into his knees. He trembled like a leaf in the wind, but calming him down was more important than getting caught up in your overwhelming worry for him.

You reached out to gently pull his hands away from his arms. Thankfully his hands weren't tiger claws, so he didn't manage to tear through the sleeves of his shirt and injure himself. You placed one above your chest and rubbed circles into the other, exaggerating your inhales and exhales. "Copy my breathing, love."

The painful, wheezing breaths he let out slowly quietened down. He lifted his head from his knees, and you felt your heart shatter at the tear stains marking his cheeks. His normally bright eyes were muddled and hazy from tears.

"Want a hug?" you asked, trying not to grimace at the sight, but rather smile reassuringly.

Atsushi slid his hands away from your grasp. You thought he'd huddle towards you, but instead he shuffled away towards the wall.

"I... I hurt someone. An innocent person. They were from my orphanage, and I tossed them to the ground with my ability like a coward." He looked at you with pleading eyes as if begging for mercy. "I don't deserve you, or to be in the agency helping other people, I don't deserve to live. I—"

"Nakajima Atsushi."

His mouth snapped shut at your stern tone.

"Atsushi," you said softly. "That's who you are. Not "monster", or "tiger". And that's how I'll always know you as."

You held out your hands, palm sides up. He hesitated before dropping his own into them. You pressed a kiss on the back of one of them before pressing the side of your face against the knuckles.

"These hands can do anything," you murmured. "They may have hurt before, but they can also heal and help others. What would you choose?"

"Helping others," Atsushi said, his voice barely above a whisper. You smiled.

"Then help others. You don't need to be granted the right to live, you shape your life the way you want it to be. You're you, not what the ghosts of your past have told you."

Atsushi didn't reply, but you knew he understood what you meant when he pulled you closer to bring you into his arms and kissed the top of your head. The two of you stayed like that for a long, long time, until the sun began settling down upon the horizon to rest.

#bsd oneshot #bsd #atsushi x reader #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #atsushi x y/n #atsushi nakajima #nakajima atsushi #bsd atsushi #oneshot #my bb boy pls be happy forever #genuinely hurt my soul imagining how he'd look all teary eyed #i just realized you asked for a fem reader oops #but the gender of the reader wasn't a key point for this oneshot so i hope you don't mind!#thank you for requesting <3

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hyunestrella · 8 months

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ghost i literally l word you.

#the requests are so detailed they practically write themselves‼️#i’ll work on that tomorrow mayhaps😗#thank you for requesting <3 #[ — stfu sol ! ]#[ — moots ! ]#[ — ghost 👻 ! ]

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astraystayyh · 10 months

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Hiii, can I request a drabble with Changbin or Felix (your choice)? ♡ As for an idea, maybe a hurt/comfort plot, where a SKZ member comforts a reader after a long tiring day? Just some sweet little things ♡

hiii, i just wrote this fic for changbin,, here's the link!

i incorporated it with another changbin request that i got since they were pretty similar!!

aaand if u want to read about felix, i already wrote a hurt/comfort scenario for him,, called Scream!

#thank you for requesting <3 #sahar's.asks <3

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ecle-c-tic · 11 months

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☕may I request a walking through the forest playlist. Just chill, light, and relaxing vibes 💚

oh hello there (hehehe)

my dearest J, of course you can have a playlist!

I went super overboard but I hope you enjoy it and enjoy some peace on your walks <3 I had a lot of fun making this!

here is your playlist 🍃

return of the king ecle-c-tic celebration 🎉

#J <3 #lady ofmischief #whitequeen ofwillowgreen #THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING <3 #:):):):)#rote celebration

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j0hnj4ej3n · 2 years

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hi! can we perhaps get a part two to “nct dream unknowingly being mean/rude to you” where they make up/solve their issues? because as much as i love angst, i also need happy endings to go on with my life ㅠㅠ

hi lovely !!

i just posted part two a while ago, you can find it here ~

i hope you like it as much as i enjoyed writing it hehe :) have a good day/night, take care <3

#thank you for requesting <3 #nct dream #nct dream scenarios #nct dream reactions #j0hnj4ej3n

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cahrlotah · 2 years

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I saw ur post on ideas to write and this has been on my mind since yesterday.

Hopper!Reader and Eddie dating and Jim not liking it at all but fast forward to vol2 where Reader was in the hospital waiting for Eddie to wake up, Hopper drives there along with El and sees them all bloody and bruised holding Eddie's hand praying he'll survive (spoiler he does). Eddie waking up and Hopper gives Eddie a hug saying "Thank you for taking care of my kid while I was gone" and basically he's now part of the Hopper family

This is kinda happy/ a little bit of angst, you can ignore this if this isnt what you were looking for in writing :>>

Hi there sunshine! I loved writing this so thank you so much for requesting it. I will leave you the link here <3

I hope you can tell me if you liked it!

#thank you for requesting <3

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hellitwasyoufirstsergeant · 2 years

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okay for kinktober i have request for you! (i've been thinking about this since you first mentioned doing it oops) could you do george luz with a breeding kink? ✨

h e l p I read this ask in a public place and I had to work hard to keep my poker face because oh my god yes 😂 I’m adding this to the list right now ahhhh I’m so excited to write this!!

#thank you for requesting <3 #angie answers #angie’s kinktober #the bash to my joe #the winters to my nix

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gotchibam · 3 months

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Espeon and Umbreon ko-fi doodle for Yama!

I’m accepting pokemon ko-fi doodle requests here! ✨

#artists on tumblr #pokemon #espeon #umbreon #ko-fi doodle #gotchibam arts #thank you sm for requesting!! <3

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catiuskaa · 3 months

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missed me, missed me, now you gotta...

SUMMARY: minho wasn’t grumpy, nor he was jealous. but he hasn’t been the same ever since he fell in love with you.

REQUESTED! by a sweet annonie right here. pookie, your idea was lovely to write! lil grumpy minho, im melting… it’s a bit short, but I hope you like it! <3

CW: use of (crack) text messages to convey the plot, starring: han quokka as cupid + reader’s bsf, clingy minho as king of my heart, and ngl, type 1 diabetes fluff ahead. keep insulin shots close just in case! lol

WC: 1.1k

A/N: i love how i’m slowly turning into a minho blog/page lmaoo, only minho: the man, the myth, the legend!

[🪻☆🌫️☆🪻]

The same ringtone buzzed again during rehearsals. Its ding had sounded so many times already that it had started to get repetitive really quickly.

Minho frowned as he looked in the mirror, retouching his rolled sleeves just once more for what he secretly knew it had been more than twenty times. In the span of ten minutes. Maybe even less.

But Minho wasn’t ‘grumpy’.

He so wasn’t.

His day had been normal so far. He had no reason to be grumpy. Not one what-so-ever.

He had woken up in between your arms, and even if he had ‘complained’ about it, he loved being the little spoon. And also, his cats jumped on the bed and, just for once, none of them landed on his face.

There had been just one thing.

…

Well. Technically more than one.

You had rushed outside this morning. You claimed you didn’t have time to have breakfast with him, because you were late for something he didn’t really get. Because of that, you hadn’t come over to the JYP building with him. He had to drive over alone. And you hadn’t pecked him goodbye at the entrance like always.

But he. Wasn’t. Grumpy.

Not. At. All.

> sunggie: girl, did you hide his cats or smth?

< minho’s owner: lol, wdym dude?

> sunggie: he looks like he’s going to kill me.

> sunggie: And he loves me! Wtf??

“Jisung-ah.”

Han shrieked in his place in the sofa, his phone almost falling off his hands. He quickly turned it off, hoping that the grumpy dancer hadn’t seen the old or new messages.

“Who were you texting?” Minho frowned, deeper this time.

“Oh.” Jisung chuckled. “Just checking in on noona.”

“My girlfriend?” The way Minho enunciated the title felt a bit possesive. Jisung eyed at him weirdly for a second. Even he felt weird himself.

Jisung nodded sheepishly, turning his phone back on but quickly opening a random app.

“Yeah. I owed her a call back.” He shrugged, nonchalantly accepting that he had opened Subway Surfers, and started to play.

As the catchy music came from Han’s phone, Minho shook his head.

Not grumpy.

Not at all.

But the thought that you had been texting Han and didn’t text him —instead of him— did funny things in his chest.

Now, keep in mind that Minho would never describe himself as a jealous man.

He trusted you with his cats, of course he trusted you regarding your relationship. But he had barely got a hold of you all day. And Han had. By call and text. Like he was doing now.

Not grumpy.

Sure.

< minho’s owner: you dead yet?

Jisung groaned.

> sunggie: no! you made me lose my score!

> sunggie: and I don’t have any keys! ㅠㅠ

< minho’s owner: sucks to suck, lol

< minho’s owner: but what’s wrong with my future husband? did you do something?

> sunggie: he’s moody since he came in this morning.

> sunggie: you weren’t here tho. smth wrong between ya?

< minho’s owner: no…? just had to run to work early…

And then, something in Jisung’s paboracha brain connected. Probably because of how he had named your contact in his phone.

> sunggie: omg

< minho’s owner: what?

> sunggie: that corny dumbass

> sunggie: he’s so stupid

< minho’s owner: bitch what is it???

> sunggie: he’s moody bc u didn’t come in with him today!

You hesitated. Could that be it?

< minho’s owner: really? u think so?

> sunggie: bitch I know so!

> sunggie: imma go get boba for the boys, get your ass here and come w/ me

Jisung’s brain started to work at cupid’s speed.

< minho’s owner: omw. be there in 5’

“Guys, I’m gonna go get boba. Do any of you want something?”

The rest of the gang blabbered something while some kept going over the steps of the choreography and the others rested on the couch, doozing off or on their phones. Han quickly noted down everyone’s orders, not before being squinted down by Minho. He held back a shiver.

“Clingy prick…” Jisung mumbled, leaving quickly.

He walked out of the JYP building, waiving and half bowing to the staff members and other artists in the building.

< minho’s owner: just parked! ^^

Jisung entered the boba place next to the building, smiling at the cashier as he read down the orders on his note app, and stood aside, waiting for the drinks.

“Hey!” You smiled widely at him, taking off your scarf, merely leaving it hanging on your shoulders. He clapped your hand, playfully slapping your back.

“Working hard?” Jisung snickered, pointing at the bag on your other hand.

You side-eyed at him, giggling softly.

“Took some snacks before heading off.” You shrugged. “We can sneak these in, right?”

Jisung scratched the back of his neck. “We’ll… come up with something.”

You both struggled carrying the drinks, teasing each other and betting who’d make a mess first. But all giggles came to an end when the security guard stared at you.

“Name and business?” He asked in a low huff.

Your body stiffened.

“She’s my sister,” Han chimed back. You were in fact far from being his sister, but that didn’t matter when the guard seemed to nod. “She’s just helping me carry the drinks inside.”

“And the bag? What’s inside?”

You cleared your throat, smiling. “Clothes for him to change once he finishes training.” You lied.

Thank God for his imagination. And for his stupid idea of shoving your scarf and his hoodie into the bag of snacks.

“Ok. You may come in.” The guard smiled politely.

Only after the both of you had gotten into the elevator you allowed yourselves to let out a sight full of relief. You two then smirked, high-fiving.

“Thank you, bro.” You teased in a snicker.

He cackled. “You’re welcome, sis.”

You both laughed and joked until you reached the training room.

“The person you dream of is back!” Han cackled.

“Noona!” Felix grinned happily.

“Yeah, that’s me!” You cackled at Jisung’s faked frown.

You smiled and greeted everyone as you entered, leaving a certain bunny boy for last.

You sat next to him on the couch, and without missing a beat, he took your legs and layed them on his lap.

You took a sip of his drink, and he stared at you, almost with a squint.

“You’ve made me jealous of fucking Han Jisung.” He stated matter-o-factly, making you practically choke on the tapioka pearls.

You coughed. “What?”

“You texted him all evening. And me? Not even a good luck kiss this morning.”

“Aw, are you grumpy, kitten?” You grinned teasingly, speaking only towards him in a soft tone to his ear. You pecked his cheek.

He needed more of those.

Grumpy, huh?

“Yes. Very.” He mumbled, hiding his blushed and pleased grin in the crook of your neck. “Need more kisses.”

“Well, you know how it goes.” You mumbled in a snicker. He hummed at you, waiting for you to explain.

You kissed his forehead softly, his hands stroking your thighs.

“Missed me, missed me, now you gotta kiss me.”

~Kats, who can write this in one sit, but can’t figure out how chemistry works (yes have exams, why did I choose this for myself, help)

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leixo-demo · 9 months

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Came from your instagram story! Wondering if you could draw some callie! Especially one with a squid/octo plush!!

AAA, yesh instagram, i barely use it since well, it aint my thing, social media in general. Id go there and posts advances of my art. This time I chose the octoplush simply cus Callie has a deeper connection with them!

thanks by these requests i try to get more creative on poses and interactions, i also tried this ms paint brush that is like sparkles to just give up next drawing,,

#splatoon #splatoon 2 #splatoon 3 #squid sisters #octoling #callie #request #thanks for waiting like months?? and thanks for requesting hope you enjoy these callies #edit: i had to just recopy the first image cus the clipping mask was going insane and looked ugly

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plutoswritingplanet · 8 months

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could you do a request of Buggy (opla) falling for Luffy’s older sister? (Adopted or blood relation, doesn’t matter) like he takes her hostage but she doesn’t seem to mind. She know she can escape at any time, but keep annoying buggy to a point where… he doesn’t see her as a hostage anymore, more like treasure? And she starts to maybe feel something for the clown?

You Started It (Buggy The Clown x Reader)

a/n: how did i know the first request will be about the clown lmao. i took some liberties when writing this but i hope you still like it <3

Warnings: Buggy Being Kind Of An Asshole, Captivity, Some Suggestive Themes

Summary: Poking the bear isn't the wisest things you could be doing in your particular situation.

Part 2.

You've memorized every nook and cranny of your shoes. The time you've spent in containment has really opened your eyes, when it comes to how little you actually knew about the clothes you were wearing. For example, your right shoe was slightly bigger, molded by your foot. You must be putting more weight onto your right leg, when standing. The hem of your shorts is made with a very close cross stitch, making them slightly sturdier and thicker. Right where the material folds, just above your knee, you've managed to pick out a small hole, the strings of abused material hung sadly and tickled your skin.

There wasn't really much to do, while being kept in a cage, in the backstage of a circus which belonged to the infamous Buggy the Clown. Well, except studying the stains on your shoes and waiting for the Captain to visit you, which he did quite frequently.

"Entertainment purposes" is the reason he declared, when you've asked him why on earth is he keeping you locked up in a hanging cage. But you weren't so easily fooled. You knew from the start, that the role he has envisioned for you to play, was that of a Hostage and Bait. So, inevitably, when your younger brother and his merry band of misfits come to save you, he'd be able to even out the score. Which was a shitty plan, in your opinion.

They've kicked his ass before, they can do it once again.

So, that's why you're here, feet dangling above the floor, as you hum to yourself. Anything to pass the time. That is, until you hear the door to the backstage open, and a familiar tone of voice calls out.

"Hostage!"

Really, how did he even expect you to stay in the dark about his plan, while calling you like this? The man was clearly insane.

Buggy the Clown stands before you, makeup disheveled as always, with his Captain's hat abandoned in favor of a striped bandana. He's excited, which is evident, by the way he can't seem to stop moving, jumping from one leg to the other, hands fidgeting at his sides.

"How are you feeling, my dear Hostage?" he asks with fake concern, and just as your mouth opens to answer, he interrupts "Ah, never mind that, I don't care."

You don't even try to hide the annoyed expression on your face.

"You can sing" he states matter-of-factly, pointing a finger right at you.

"Barely."

"Can you dance though?"

"Barely as well."

He hums in thought, pacing the floor in front of your cage. Finally, he stops, looking at you with his head tilted to the side. His eyes rake over your body, and it brings a sudden wave of discomfort to your bones.

"You'll be performing in our next act."

Again, his tone leaves no space for an argument. Still, you were never an agreeable person, smiles were more of your brother's thing. So, you straighten out as much as the cage allows you and cross your arms in front of your chest.

"Do whatever you like, my brother will get me out of here before you can say Welcome to my big show".

"Welcome to my big show" he says immediately, then, raises his finger, as if he's waiting for the entire crew of Strawhats to fall from the sky.

They don't, obviously, and he gives you a pointed look, to which you respond with a roll of your eyes.

"Besides" he turns around and opens one of the chests laid out on the table "Aren't you a bit old to dote on your younger brother so much?"

The question genuinely offends you, and as he pulls out another bandana, this one red, covered entirely with big white polka dots, your eyes glimmer with venom.

"Aren't you a bit old to play dress up?"

He turns in a blink of an eye, and with terror mixed with disgust you watch his hands detach from his body, slamming into the cage. The force of impact sends it flying right into the nearby wall, the back of your head smacks against the metal bars. The swinging of the cage coupled with the stars erupting before your eyelids from the impact make you feel dizzy.

Then, Buggy takes a step towards the cage, connecting his hands with the rest of his body, and your prison stops swinging in an instant.

"I should kill you for that" he says lowly, his blue eyes bearing into your face.

"You started it" you choke out an accusation, trying very hard not to vomit.

He stays completely quiet, just watching you for a long while, his hands slowly loose tension. Then, as if his rage has entirely dissolved, he smiles, teeth completely exposed, as his cheeks crease. God, you'd do such a better job at his make-up, given the chance.

"You're funny, Hostage" he shakes his head, and suddenly, for some unknown reason, it downs upon you, just how close to you, he's standing.

"Sing for me some more" he says.

And then, his hands push back with sufficient force to send your cage flying again. You groan at the movement, another wave of nausea almost making you loose your breakfast. When you finally have the perfect, biting comeback, he's already gone, the door slamming after him. You're alone again.

A sigh escapes your lips, as you press your forehead to the cold metal of the cage. You've already memorized all the details of your own clothes, and the room was too dark to see anything more. So, you start observing the cage. The way the light shifts up and down on the bars, the way the brown paint seems to peel away under your thighs. Then, you look up, towards the place where all the bars have been stuck together.

And then your eyebrows furrow. Because just above the ceiling of the cage, you can see something poking out. Something roughly the size of a fist and colored a pale, fleshy color. You raise yourself slightly in your seat, to get a better look, and immediately regret doing so.

It's an ear. His ear. Detached and placed right on top of the cage. That's how he knows about your singing, the bastard.

An idea brews in your brain, mischief spilling out of your growing smirk. You pull yourself up, until you can reach the top of the cage. Your arm is just slender enough to slip past the bars, and your fingers brush against the cold flesh of the ear. Before Buggy, wherever he is, can react, you snatch the ear from the top of the cage, keeping a tight grip, as it starts to jump in your hand.

Then, you take a deep breath, place the ear close to your lips… And give the most blood-curling, shrill scream you could muster.

Immediately, you hear a string of curses coming your way, and a second later Buggy bursts into the room, a murderous expression on his face. You open your hand, and the ear nearly bursts out of your fingers, flying back to it's owner like some sort of deformed beetle. The sight, for some reason, is so incredibly funny, you can't help but choke out a little giggle. Which soon becomes a quite big giggle, which in turn morphs into a full blown laughter.

You can't see the Captain through the tears of laughter forming in your eyes, so when he knocks on the metal bars of your cage, you nearly choke from surprise. He's looking at you strangely. Not quite as angry as before, but there is something else lurking behind his eyes. As if he's enveloped deeply in his thoughts, but at the same time completely present and focused on you. Your laughter dies down in an instantly, and you reach up to wipe your tears, clearing your throat awkwardly.

"I've captured myself a comedian, huh?" the man leans closer to the bars of the cage, placing his forehead against them and looking at you from below "You trying to take my place as the funniest person in the circus? Hm, Hostage?"

You risk a smirk, leaning down towards him. He watches your movements with a curious expression, eyes darting all over your face.

"Yeah" you whisper "So, you better watch your back."

At that, he smiles one of his brilliantly wide smiles. This one however, seems the most honest out of every one you've seen up to this point. You try not to linger too much at the way his eyes seem to shine in the dimly lit room. Or how the stubble on his face makes his features sharper. Or even on the way his arms flex as he leans against the cage. And definitely, without a shadow of a doubt, you're not focusing on the fact, that he's standing nestled right between your dangling legs.

So, before your brain conjures up any unwanted ideas, you clear your throat again and straighten up. Buggy notices the shift in your posture, but doesn't move, instead it seems as if a lightbulb has literally appeared beside his head. Desperate to change the subject, which hasn't been even brought up yet, you wave your hand in the general direction of his ear.

"Your ability is pretty useful" you try to sound as neutral, as humanly possible.

"Oh?" he tilts his head back and gives you a suspicious look.

"Yeah, that eavesdropping thing was really cool… And slightly disgusting" your nose scrunches "But mostly cool."

He hums low in his throat, his hands slowly letting go of your cage. Still, he remains standing between your legs, your knee brushing against his prominent hip bones.

"Are there" you swallow "Any limits to this ability?"

Now, his eyebrows jump straight under his bandana, and you definitely do not like the slow smirk filling his features.

"I mean, like, can you detach your nose? Or um… I don't know, your fingernails?"

Finally he steps back, stretching his arms to the side, as if he's giving you a show, and in a way, he does. There are muscles, hidden under those circus clothes. His exposed forearms are nicely shaped, with thick veins running the length of them. You really don't mean to ogle the man, but fuck, he is handsome. In an "insane-sadistic-clown-who-is-also-a-pirate-for-some-reason" way.

"I can detach every single part of my body with no effort" he says, his smile growing.

Before you could really think about your actions, your gaze falls downward, right to his belt keeping his trousers up. Mortified, that your brain would even go there, you tear your eyes up, and with a horrified expression, look upon a face full of excitement.

Then, Buggy raises his hands to his heart, feigning a scandalized expression, which would've been funny, if you weren't currently blushing in the lovely shade of a ripe beetroot.

"I'm sorry… that's not… I didn't" your words come out a jumbled mess, and Buggy wheezes out a laugh.

"Oh would you look at that" he puts his hands behind his back, as he slowly starts to stalk towards your confinement "You know, with how sheltered your little brother is, I didn't expect you to be such a dirty pervert."

You choke on air, arms flailing inside the cage, as you genuinely are at a loss for words, You can feel your face grow impossibly hot, the heat spreading all the way to the tops of your ears. The Clown still advances, until his face is pushed right between the bars of the cage, a smile on his lips and a glint in his eye. You don't know what to do with yourself, as the man continues to laugh at your outrage.

Finally, his right hand flies from behind his back and stops right above his head. Then, as if making a show specially for you out of his unusual abilities, he lets his pointer finger remove itself from the hand. Involuntarily, you make a face, and try to push yourself as far into the cage, as humanly possible. Which, given the size of your prison, does practically nothing. The finger aims straight at your nose and presses it with slightly more force, than a friendly "boop" would.

"You started it" he throws your own words back at you, and watches your dumbfounded expression with a smile and a giggle.

Finally, he steps back, all his body parts in place, and you can breathe again at last. Then, with a flourish, he bows down before the cage, before giving you a slightly unbalanced twirl. At that, you can't help but smile, almost fondly. He's not so bad, when he isn't actively trying to murder you and your friends.

"Anyways, get ready, your grand performance is in a week" he concludes, and you sigh deeply.

So he hasn't let this one go.

No matter. A week from now, you'll be out of this place. The thought fills you with joy, and strangely, with some sort of melancholy, which you have to jot down as nausea, just to protect your own mental health.

"Hostage" the man says, as a goodbye, bowing once again, this time with fewer theatrics, and begins to walk back towards the door. "Captain" you respond in kind, inclining your head slightly.

He stops in his tracks, back turned to you, before slowly, twisting his body, to look you in the face. He wants to say something, his mouth opens and closes, and anticipation floods your stomach. But then, his lips pull back into one more smile, more reserved, more private. Now, in this rare moment of tranquility, he looks truly handsome, and your heart jumps to your throat at the realization. He gives you one last look, shakes his head at the floor, and exits with a soft click of the door.

You're, once again, left alone with your mismatched shoes and the hole in your shorts. This time, however, your head is filled with tender thoughts, one that could keep you company, until another visit befalls you.

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