Valen-yamyam16 - Es Que Yo Quiero La Combi Completa

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CHERRY BLOSSOM PT: 3

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Pt 1 Pt 2

Summary: You and Leo spend the night getting to know each other on your balcony.

Warnings: Mild swearing!

Requested: ???

GN Reader!

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You hummed quietly to yourself as you trimmed one of the ferns on your balcony.

You were currently waiting for Leo to arrive, as the two of you had planned to spend some time getting to know each other better.

You had spent a fair amount of time with the blur clad turtle, what with him visiting every now and again to, "Check in." as he said, and the occasional texting.

You didn't mind though, you liked it when he visited. You learned quite a bit about him, like how he had three younger brother's, and that they were all named after famous renaissance painters.

Just as you had traded your trimmers for the watering can, a familiar thump! sounded behind you, alerting you of Leonardo's arrival.

You glanced back with a smile, then moved to water your orchid, "Fancy meeting you here."

Leo chuckled, "Indeed, do you come here often?"

"You could say that."

The two of you devolved into a fit of childish giggles, "That's so stupid." you said, giggling.

Leo shook his head as he chuckled, "Yeah. yeah it is. How have you been anyway? Anymore trouble with Purple Dragons?"

"Nope," You said as you examined your cherry tree, "Infact, last time I saw afew of them, they literally ran in the other direction."

"Well at least you don't have to worry about getting mugged."

"I suppose there is that." you agreed, then asked, "Speaking of mugging, shouldn't you be on patrol? I know we planned to meet and all, but still. I don't want to be the reason you miss a patrol."

Leo shook his head, a small smile gracing his features, "No, my brothers offered to let me have the night off, so don't worry about that."

You hummed in response, examining the buds of your tulips. The two of you talked for a while, different topics coming and going, until eventually the topic of gardening came up.

Leo offhandedly metion that he had a few bonsai trees back at his home, and when you asked if he'd ever seen them bloom, he replied that, no, they had never been able to bloom due to lack of sunlight.

"Well you could bring them here. I'd be more than happy to help take care of them, plus it gives you an excuse to visit more often."

Leo chuckled, "Quite eager for my company, aren't we?"

You blushed lightly throwing a pebble at is forehead, "Shut up. You don't have to bring them here, I was just saying that maybe-"

"I'd actually appreaciate it if you'd allow me to bring them over. You know alot more about plants than I do, and you can tell me if maybe I've been doing something wrong." Leo picked up the extra watering can you kept, and he started to water some of the other flowers, "And like you said, it gives me an excuse to visit more often."

You giggled, "Quite eager for my company, aren't we?"

Leo laughed, shaking his head and continued help you tend to your plants. After some more time together, the two of you agreed he could drop by with the bonsai sometime that Saturday.

You looked at the time on your phone with a sigh, "It's getting really late, and I have work tommorow."

Leo nodded, "I should probably be getting home soon anyhow, I do need to make sure my brothers returned in one piece afterall."

The two of you said a quiet good-bye, and you watched as Leo lept away over the rooftops.

As you lay comfortably in bed, you smile softly to yourself, the promise of seeing Leo that coming Saturday easing you into the comfort of dreamland.

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Hello! I loved your "baby 🥺" fic and was wondering if we could get a version of it but with Donnie?

Another bebe?🥺 (rottmnt Donnie x reader)

summary: a turtle baby suddenly appears in the lab, and she looks suspiciously a lot like Donnie

relationship: Rise!Donnie x GN reader

warnings: none, just fluff!, soft Donnie

word count: 2k

A/N: the moment everyone's been waiting for lol this time Donnie gets better lab equipment xD

More “Baby 🥺” versions: Leo | Raph | Donnie (you’re here)

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

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Donnie was in his lab, because where else would he be? He was jamming to some EDM music in the background while tinkering with some project of his. You sat in front of him, starting to get bored. He had invited you over to show you his latest masterpiece, but it hadn’t worked yet, so now he was trying to fix the issue. Which according to him would be a quick fix, but he had been at it for over half an hour now, cursing under his breath.

“You better leave all the tools how you found them,” he said without looking up, as he could hear the light clattering.

“I know your system,” you reassured him. “You've explained it in great detail several times, don’t you worry.”

“Then, can you pass me the screwdriver, please?” he asked, stretching out his hand in your direction.

You reached out to pick it up from the box but it fell from your hand, rolling over the edge of his work table. You flinched slightly, ready for the clatter it would make as it fell onto the floor, since that screwdriver was modified by Donnie and particularly heavy. But the sound never came. Instead you heard more of an electrical zap and a whoosh.

Taking a couple of steps to get around the table, you saw that there was a hole on the floor where the screwdriver would have been. It was circular, formed by several zapping rays of a yellow-ish glow. You couldn't see through it, but it was clear that the tool fell in there. You merely blinked at the sight in front of you, unable to say anything.

Not getting a response from you, Donnie also moved from his spot, leaving his work on the table, and walked over, now standing in front of you on the other side of… whatever that was. 

“Huh,” is all that he said.

“What is that?” you asked after a moment. “And why are you not alarmed?”

Donnie scoffed. 

“It’s obvious it's some kind of portal,” he explained, turning around to his wall of machinery, tapping something on this brace device.

You raised your hands and eyebrows in a ‘well, sorry I didn’t immediately recognise it as such’ gesture, even though he had his back to you.

“I need to analyse it,” Donnie informed you as he turned around. “Better get a little further back just in case–”

Suddenly the screwdriver appeared again, coming out straight out of the portal, a tiny turtle hand attached to it.

You both stood in silence and shock, watching how a little turtle tot climbed out the portal carrying the heavy tool, finally getting to sit on the floor with a huff. The baby had a little ribbon tied to her head, which hung a little askew because of her efforts. She looked at you with a smile, then at Donnie, and squealed in glee, holding out the screwdriver with both hands towards him, as if offering it to him.

Then the portal zapped loudly, and shut closed. The little turtle seemed unfazed by this, still waiting for Donnie to react.

Donnie opened and closed his mouth several times but no words came out. You approached the baby and  crouched down next to her.

“H-hey there, little one,” you greeted her, and she cooed. “Where did you come from, hm?”

You took the screwdriver from the little hands, placing it on the table, and picked up the baby in your arms. 

“Huh, look at you, aren't you cute?”, you said as you inspected her chubby cheeks and big eyes. “What’s your name?”

The baby cooed and babbled as you moved the ribbon up her head to where you thought it was meant to sit. You fixed your grasp on the turtle to carry her better against your hip, in the process stroking over her back with your hand, and your brows raised at the sensation.

“Donnie look,” you pointed out to him. “She has a soft shell, just like you!”

You turned back to him and he was still in shock, unmoving. But you had been with him long enough to pick up on the tiny changes in his face to read them. Given the twitch of the corner of his mouth, you knew his mind was not only racing, but he already had a plausible hypothesis for this situation.

“Spit it out, Don,” you said with an amused sigh. “You already know what happened, right?”

“I think I do,” he answered. 

Donnie approached you and the baby, guiding you to a different part of the lab, where he instructed you to place her in a little open chamber, which you knew he used to analyse materials. You tilted your head at his request.

“Do you really need to know her molecular composition to tell she's a turtle like you?” you deadpanned. 

“I just want to know for sure if she’s who I think she is–”

“Whoa!” came a voice from behind you suddenly. “You two sure work fast!”

You both turned around to see Leo, Mikey and Raph at the entrance of the lab.

“We leave to get food and you already had a baby?” Leo joked. 

Heat spread on your face, burning on your cheeks. 

“We- Wha-??” you stumbled over your words. The baby in your arms squealed in glee, apparently very on board with Leo’s comment.

“That’s not how it works, Leo,” Mikey said, grabbing his brother by the shoulder. “Babies aren't made in labs, they–”

“Yeah, they grow in a cabbage,” Raph interjected. “Everyone knows that.”

You all went silent. 

“I’m obviously joking!” Raph called, Leo and Mikey erupting in laughter.

While you were busy trying to get your heated cheeks under control and everyone was making fun of Raph, Donnie had taken the little turtle from your arms and placed her into the chamber. He left the front panel open so she wouldn't feel trapped.

There was a loading bar on his screen, labelled „retrieving genetic material“. The bar progressed fairly quickly and after a couple of seconds the message appeared: „Analysis successful: Congrats, it‘s a girl!“ accompanied by the sound of a party blower, and followed by some caricatures of you and Donnie's faces surrounded by confetti.

At that, the laughter died down and all eyes fell on you. 

“Oh my god, called it!” Leo exclaimed.

“Shut up,” you told him, but the embarrassment in your voice didn’t make it sound particularly stern. “Donnie, clearly that's not possible, right?”

As you asked this, you turned around to see the turtle in question averting his eyes, a bit tensed up with his shoulders slightly raised, and hands curled into fists. Under his mask you could see a furious blush reaching to his neck.

“Eh?” is all you managed to mutter out.

“Clearly she came from a different timeline or dimension, but…” Donnie started, bringing up his hands to his face to try and hide from you. “Yeah, it's true.”

Letting out a shaky sigh, he picked up the little turtle, who had been following the whole exchange with great interest, looking from one person to the other. Donnie then moved to sit where he had been earlier, at the table, with the little turtle on his lap, looking lost in thoughts.

You shooed the other three out of the room, much to their dismay, to get a moment alone with Donnie. He was being a bit uncharacteristically quiet and … non-rambly, science-wise.

Grabbing your chair, you brought it to the other side of the table to sit next to him. Meanwhile, the baby turtle had discovered Donnie’s abandoned project on the table and her focus shifted completely to it. From his lap she could reach properly and started investigating the device. Donnie didn't seem to mind at all, which was sounding yet another alarm in your head. Instead of reprimanding the smaller turtle to leave his things alone, as you would have expected, he watched with soft eyes how she skillfully turned the device in her little hands, babbling to herself as if trying to make sense of his contraption.

“Is… everything okay?” you asked softly, placing your hand on his arm.

“I’m just…” Donnie took a moment to find the right word. “Stunned, I guess.” 

“How so?” 

“I’ve tried imagining this a couple of times,” he started, scratching the back of his neck, then clicked his tongue. “Scratch that, I think about this all the time.”

“About what?” you questioned, and your heart skipped a beat; does he mean what you think he means?

“You’re really gonna make me say it out loud,” he mumbled, lifting his eyes to meet yours, then heaved a deep sigh. “About us. What life will be like with you by my side.”

He then gestured to the little turtle still tinkering with the device.

“And about having kids, apparently.”

“Y-you think about our future together?” you said almost in disbelief, your chest tightening at his confession.

“Of course I do,” he responded immediately. “I can't really imagine a future without you in it. O-only if you want to stay, that is.”

“Obviously I want to!” you said and held his hand. You were leaning in, about to give him a kiss, when the turtle tot exclaimed in glee. And you could have sworn it sounded like she was trying to say “eureka”.

Before Donnie could stop her, she detached two cables, turned the thing around and connected them on the opposite side. You three looked at it expectantly to do something, but nothing was happening, so she gave it a smack with a grunt, and that's when the lights went on and it started whirring.

“No way! You fixed it?” Donnie exclaimed happily and held the baby under her armpits, lifting her up, to which she cooed and blew a raspberry.

With a smile, you leaned your head on your hand, propped up on your elbow on the table.

“Well, it’s no wonder she’s smart,” you spoke. “She’s got good genes, after all.”

Donnie’s gaze came to meet yours and he smiled as well, one of his rare soft ones, and your heart started racing all over again. 

Just as you were about to ask what you should do with her, there was some zapping behind you, the same zapping you had heard from the portal earlier. 

“Donnie is gonna kill meee,” came a familiar voice as a figure crossed through the portal into the lab, and you couldn’t believe your eyes: it was an older version of Mikey.

When he spotted the baby in Donnie’s arms, his shoulders slumped visibly in relief.

“You little rascal!” Mikey scolded her. “I look away for three seconds and you go off running!”

The baby stuck out her tongue at him, trying to hide behind Donnie’s arm.

“Heh, looks like brains aren't the only thing she inherited from you,” you tell Donnie with a mischievous grin.

“Whatever could you be implying,” he remarked sarcastically.

Mikey went to pick up the baby but she cried out, her arms doing a grabby motion towards you, and you could feel your heart tightening a bit at the sight.

“Hey now, it’s okay, little one,” you tried comforting her as you held her tiny hands. “We’ll see each other again, I’m sure.”

Donnie tensed up his jaw as the baby was taken from him, and you couldn’t help the sad smile on your face. Mikey shot you an apologetic look, and turned back towards the portal.

“This never happened, we were never here,” he said over his shoulder with a wink, and stepped through the whirls. 

The portal zapped closed again, and not a second later three heads peeked into the lab through the door.

“Is everything alright?” Raph asked.

“We heard voices just now, was someone here?” Leo questioned as he looked around. 

“Where's the baby?!” Mikey said, bringing his hands to his head.

“It’s okay,” you calmed them down. “She's back where she's supposed to be.”

Donnie’s hand came to hold your own under the table.

“We’ll see her again,” he promised, more to you than the others. “Hopefully soon.”

And then you knew the heat that prickled your cheeks probably wasn’t gonna leave any time soon.

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only three months late…

This was supposed to be Barto Week: DAY 5, hope it was worth the wait!

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You Kissed the Clown? Part 12

Just when I thought I'd take a break from the series, I had a small little brain wave. Thank you, Spotify for blessing my playlist with Amir and Indila in my time of need. My French is very limited, but I love the vibe.

Word Count: 2,487

Part 11 back here, Masterlist here.

“Hey, uh,” your bandana clad crewmate uttered, placing a hand sheepishly at the back of his neck as he intruded on your private moment shared with Buggy, “we kind of need him back on deck for a minute.”

You brought your lips together from their slightly agape former position, the shock continuing to roll over you in waves at the confession from the captain of the Buggy-Pirates’ severed head.

“Just a moment, Usopp,” you said, attempting to mask your chattering teeth with a small smile at him. You brought your gaze back to the wide and agitated teal eyes of the unpredictable and dangerous clown who sat unmoving atop the wooden box. He appeared to be staring directly at the wooden wall of the hallway, his eyes glazed over as he withdrew into the recesses of the void within his thoughts.

“Buggy,” you said through a calm and steady voice. He threw his gaze against your own, eyes wide at the way you eloquently spoke his name.

“Do you have an answer for me?” he uttered frantically, “will you accept my-,”

“We have company,” you hurriedly said to him, nodding your head toward your awaiting crewman.

He snapped his gaze up to meet the awkward-looking expression forming on Usopp’s face and groaned in an almost growling fashion.

“What now?” he yelled in frustration, “lost your direction again? How do you lot even get anywhere?!”

“Unless it escaped your recollection,” you again spoke slowly, bringing his gaze to peel away from Usopp and halt his rage, “we are journeying to find our navigator.”

Buggy again groaned and rolled his eyes at you before stifling himself.

“Fine, I’ll navigate. But you,” he said hopping to face Usopp in his addressal, “need to actually follow the directions I give you! And you,” his voice softened as he hopped around to face you once more; “you need to be the one carrying me up to top deck.”

You laughed through your nose and shook your head, eyes falling to the ground at his softness in his orders towards you.

“Alright,” you confirmed with a nod, bringing your attention back to Usopp, “would you mind returning the bento to the kitchen, Usopp? I’ll have my hands full with this one,” you tilted your head toward the clown head, prompting Buggy to smile broadly, baring all of his teeth at Usopp in victory.

Usopp raised his hands defensively and almost eagerly brought himself to the rewrapped bento box, uttering a quick; “I’m good with that,” before retreating immediately to the kitchen.

Giggling at Usopp’s lack of apprehension to complete a chore and his swift retreat, you arched your back and clicked your neck before rising to your feet. You bent your torso over and clasped again the cheeks of the clown you had come to enjoy the company of and stabilised your grip beneath his jaw with your palms.

“Come on then,” you said while hoisting him into the air and holding him in front of you, your brows knitting together as you watched him hold his sites on your cleavage. His mouth hung slightly agape as his eyes glazed over once more in deep thought while hyper-fixated on your breasts.

 “Buggy,” you warned him with a purse of your lips and an arched left brow.

He shook his head before creasing his brows in anger.

“What do you expect from me?” he growled at you, “you’re the one that exposed that small amount of skin to me when you bent down to retrieve me! C’mon, baby.”

His eyes darkened, gulping before once again speaking; “it’s been so very long since I’ve seen you, and I know exactly what that flesh feels like when you pressed yourself against me under the big top tent.”

Your eyes widened as he continued speaking his inner most thoughts to you.

“Just you wait until I get my body back,” he threatened with a growl released between gritted teeth.

You smiled at his vague threat and, before you quite knew what you were doing; you brought his head close to your face and brushed your nose against his affectionately and hummed at him in adoration. You heard his breath hitch in his throat at your movement, prompting you to quickly break him away from your face; eyes wide in embarrassment.

“I am so sorry,” you spoke slowly, emphasising every word clearly in apologies. His eyes focussed completely on the red hue you had claimed from the face paint he adorned on his large nose onto the tip of your own. His lips quivered slightly as he searched for one of the many emotions he was currently brimming with, continuing to lock his eyes on your nose.

Your eyes continued to remain wide as you bore them into the green-blue irises of the clown-captain; hoping he didn’t think too poorly of you at your lack of self-control.

“Sheesh, and you call a simple kiss a relinquishment of my bodily autonomy,” he laughed at you while mocking your tone, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “Although I’m slightly offended you went straight for my greatest insecurity, I’m not angry about it.”

A sigh of relief escaped your lips as your prior warm exterior returned to you. You began to turn him around to face the direction you needed to walk to; beginning your climb toward the hull.

You found the assigned barrel on the navigator’s post and placed him atop the wooden lid. You leant against the railing closed to the barrel and relished under the heat of the sun’s rays and the smell of the open sea. Buggy hopped slightly on it to maneuver his way to face you again, opening his mouth to speak.

“Eyes on the water, clown,” you heard a warning tone rise from the stairs, prompting a frustrated groan to exit from between the clown’s lips.

Limping slightly up the stairs, Zoro began his ascension to the navigator’s booth and plonked himself down against one of the railings of the hull. You smiled at him prompting him to roll his eyes at you and throw a piece of material at you. You quirked your head at him and furrowed your brows, a prominent red hue rising as he gestured silently to your nose with his right index finger.

Quickly, you began wiping at your nose; removing, much to your complete embarrassment, grease-paint from your face that you unwittingly collected from the nose of Buggy.

“I don’t need to look at the water, y’know? I can feel when my body is close,” he said, hopping around again to face the crew.

“That so, clown?” Zoro uttered in a lazy, monotonous tone, “want to go back in the barrel?”

A small growl left the lips of Buggy’s severed head as he reluctantly turned back to face the direction the ship was sailing in. You chuckled lightly and shook your head in response to the little quarrel between the two of them. Zoro coughed, bringing your attention to return to him.

Wordlessly again, he pulled out your tools from your side satchel and tossed them to you within their folded, leather satchel. You caught the bag and nodded at him in thanks before arching your brow up at him in question as to why he brought them to you. He flinched slightly at the tight pinch of his fresh stitches, turning to retrieve something wrapped in a fine, woven cloth from his side and place it on the floor, sliding it along the polished boards toward you.

You stooped to collect the material from the ground, you unwrapped it to see two dark hilts of his broken blades and sorrow overcame you. You placed the open material on the floor and joined it by kneeling on the floor beside it.

“Anything you can do?” he uttered quietly to you. You examined the remnants of the blade, each steel piece collected and assembled like a jigsaw puzzle under your fingertips. You sighed at the pieces, opening your tool satchel and looking.

“They won’t be nearly as strong as they once were,” you uttered, tracing your fingers over the material, “and I hope you like kintsugi.”

He smiled sadly at your confession, looking to the blades on the floor.

“What do you need to make them stronger?” he scooted himself closer to you on the floor, wincing all the way and bringing himself in front of you. You took a moment to pause your thoughts, searching your mind for a semblance of recollection regarding armoury and weapon smithery.

“I’m a finery smith, love,” you addressed him with a small smile, placing your bound hand on his knee in comfort, “however-.”

Your words were halted at the heavy footsteps of the approaching Usopp as he climbed the steps to the navigator’s post.

“I’m here, I’m here! Never fear,” you threw your head back and hung it on your neck as you mimicked the words next spoken, “the great Captain Usopp is here!”

You made eye contact again with Zoro and scrunched your nose in a jesting smile.

“Where to, uh- weird head-man?” he asked, looking to the watchful eyes of Buggy as his eyes bore ferocity at the beautiful interaction displayed between the swordsman and his girl.

“Twelve degrees hard to port,” he spat, turning back to view the ocean rather than keeping his gaze fixed on Zoro and you any longer. You brought your eyes up to look to Buggy, not understanding where his venom was pooling from.

“You were saying?” Zoro’s softly spoken words brought your attention back to the swords that lay in front of the both of you. You sighed and creased your brows to look back at the two broken katanas.

“Listen,” you said gesturing down to the blades, “I can only do what I can with the limited supplies aboard the ship. I’d need a forge, molten steel of the same origin and make as this, and an anvil that’s bigger than the desktop one I keep in my cabin.”

 Zoro growled a little at the thought, looking down at the blades; “what can you do with what you have now? I’m a tri-sword wielder, I don’t do single blade combat.”

“Again,” you softened your voice, “kintsugi wasn’t suggested just to be cruel to you. I would frame them, set them in gold and mount them for you in memory.”

You sighed and gazed at the ground, “if you find me a forge and an anvil, it will take me two sleepless weeks to repair them for you to the best of my ability; but I am a finery smith. My younger brother is a swordsmith, but he’s on the other side of the East Blue.”

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Buggy’s ear twitched at the conversation, hanging on your every word. He’d get you a forge. He’d get you a bunch of them if you left the crew and bound yourself to his side. Judging by the way your fingers brushed against the knee of the swordsman, he was seeing the prospect of your disbandment from your current crew less and less likely. He snarled his lip upwards as a bitter flavour entered his mouth at the thought of how close you truly were to them. Perhaps you graced the green-haired brat with a kiss as deep as the one you gave him every night.

He'd eavesdropped on enough of your conversations to understand the depth of the intensity you held for your crew, but as his ear lay flat against the red band on Luffy’s straw hat; anything could’ve transpired between the two of you in his absence.

“The best I can do is torch one of my other steel pieces, keep it atop a heavy frame in one of Sanji’s copper bowls and solder the pieces together; but be warned, love,” your voice broke him out of his jealously and held him once again captivated, “it won’t be nearly as sharp or as well balanced as it once was.”

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“How soon can you see it done?” Zoro asked you, hardening his expression at his old blades in deep thought.

“Five days with absolutely no distractions,” you nodded your head, seriousness overtaking your prior friendly interaction, “longer still if you want me to rehash the inner bands for you in an attempt to rebalance the blades.”

Zoro sighed and leant his arms down to rest atop his knees. He chuckled a little and rose his eyes back from the swords and met with your eyes.

“I suppose that’s one way to keep you out of trouble,” he chuckled, “can’t have you attempting to kiss a fishman or two to escape your trouble.”

You audibly groaned at his jest and shook your head from side to side with a broad smile. He laughed a little at his own joke as he watched you carefully place the assortment of steel pieces back within the material and lace the band around itself to keep all pieces secured.

He reached his hand forward and clasped your right wrist within his palm, prompting you to look up with him with an arched brow.

“Thank you,” he uttered quietly, firmly squeezing your hand to emphasise his gratitude.

“Don’t thank me just yet,” you smiled in return, “I could absolutely fuck them up beyond repair, but I’ll do my best.”

Zoro allowed a full belly laugh to escape from the chasms of his chest, wincing as he grasped the exterior slash mark of his torso as it stung under his movements.

Again shaking your head, you began to assemble your tinkering tools to inspect them, noting the scalpel that injured you earlier had been refastened within the leather satchel.

“We’re close,” Buggy’s voice called from atop the barrel, turning to face the three of you with a deep, angry frown. His expression prompted you to rise to your feet and bring yourself closer to him.

“Are you ok? What’s wrong?” you frantically searched your eyes over his face with your own frown searching, you reached your hand forward and smoothed it over his bandana and resting it against his cheek to calm him.

He leant against your palm, closing his eyes at the affection he received from you before opening them again.

“Darts,” he uttered against your palm, “they’re throwing pointed darts and just leaving them there.”

Your face darkened again, prompting you to turn to face the ships ever loyal First-Mate and address him.

“Swordsman,” you uttered, barely controlling your own rage, “in return for reforging your blades for you-.”

He rose to his feet as Fishman-Island came into view before you, the shore clapping against the coastal line as the tide rolled in.

“Tear them apart,” you whispered a dark order to the green-haired knight at your side.

“You got it, Tinkerer,” Zoro replied with a dark smirk of his own, relishing at the knowledge he was going to fight once more.

Part 13

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I hate you so much I need to be a part of you

Moon Knight (2022) | 1.06 ‘Gods and Monsters’

Donatello Iterations Mini Comic

Sleepover

Posted:09/13/23

Title: Sleepover

Buggy x GN Strawhat Reader

Fluff

Summary: Since Buggy is suck as a head on the strawhat's ship, you decide to pass the time together with a flirtatious game of never have I ever.

Author's note:

Word Count: 1552

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Warnings: Language

🔞18+ page due to dark and adult themes. Minors will be blocked 🔞

"I don't want that thing," Zoro said, putting his hands up when Usopp tried to hand him Buggy's head. "It's your turn. I've had to listen to him all day." Buggy rolls his eyes as the two men go back and forth. "I'll take him." You say. Unopp didn't question it and tossed him to you. "Watch it!" Buggy shouts at him. Zoro and Usopp run off to dinner. "Hi." You greeted, looking down at him. "Hi~," He says back with a sarcastic smile before rolling his roll again. "Do you want to play a game with me?" You asked. He looked up at you, confused. "A game?" He questioned back, wondering if you were messing with him. You nodded and began to walk back to your quarters of the ship. He sighs. "What the hell am I supposed to play, dim-wit? I'm a fucking head." It was your turn to roll your eyes. "There's lots of things we could play. Blackjack, truth or dare, never have I ever -" Buggy cuts you off when you finally get to your room. "What is this a sleepover?" You set him next to you on your bed. "Well, do you want to play any of them, or do you have any better ideas?" He thought about it for a minute. "Never have I ever..." You smiled at his answer. "I'll go get the shot glasses!"

You came back from the ship's kitchen with two shot glasses and a nice bottle of whiskey. "I got the good stuff. Don't tell Sanji." Buggy thinks for a moment trying to recall which one was Sanji. "The French bimbo?" He questioned. "That's the one. He's really into cooking, so he'd be mad if he knew I was using the nice whiskey for cheap shots." Buggy takes note of this. "Nothing cheap with me, sweetheart." He says flirtatiously. "You're makeup says otherwise." You stab with a smirk. "Hey!" You don't give him a chance to say more. "Who goes first?" He scoffs. "Well, obviously, I should go first." Buggy ego speaks. "You're right, age before beauty." "Yes -" He catches himself. "You little shit. I'm not that old and twice as beautiful as you!" You chuckle. "Whatever old man just go." He shakes his head thinking. "Never have I ever eaten a crewmate." Your eyes widen before you start laughing. "What? I've done fuck up shit but not that." You waved your hand while laughing. "Eaten as in Cannibalism or as in oral?" You try to clarify. Buggy burst out laughing. "You dirty little bitch. Cannibalism." He confirmed. "Nope, I've never done that." He nods. "Okay then, oral." Buggy says, changing the meaning of his question. "I've been on a pirate crew only for a few months, dude. Do you think I've had time?" "A few months and still no? You're not trying hard enough." His joke makes you flustered. "What do you mean?! I'm not trying." The topic was starting to embarrass you. "Then that's the problem." "Problem?! That is hardly a problem." You both bicker for a few minutes about wwhetheror not you should be trying to fuck your crewmates. Buggy couldn't care less about your sex life but found it entertaining to embarrass you. "Okay! Whatever, my turn... Never have I ever..." You look around the room looking for ideas. "Never have ever made a kid cry." Buggy scoffs. "You can't ask shit you know I did." You chuckle. "Why? Because you'll know I'll win." "You won't win even with that sshinylittle rule." You laughed. "Wanna bet?" The question made Buggy smile. "Hell yeah. What's it worth to you?" His eyes are fixed on your lips, watching you bite down. "Umm... If I win, you have to tell him a true story about yourself." He jokely hissed. "Ohh, how dangerous~" He mocked you. The tips of your fingernails tap the shot glass. "What do you want if you win?" You asked looking at him. He gives you a chuckle. "When I win..." Buggy corrects. "I want a kiss~." Your eyes widen. "What?" He clarifies for you. "You have to kiss me and not just a little peck. A 30-second French kiss~" Blush fills your face. It wasn't the worst thing, was it? You thought before giving an audible sigh. "Fine, but only because I know I'll win." Buggy smirks. "Sure you will... now, give me the damn shot." It had almost slipped your mind that you would have to help him. "Oh, right." You pour the first shot of the night and place the cool glass on his lips. Buggy doesn't break eye contact as he downs it. "Alright, cupcake. Never have I ever stolen from a crewmate." You huffed and filled your glass with the stolen goods. "1-1" you mumbled. "Never have I ever hid a body part to spy on people." He rolls his eyes while you poor his shot. "Never have I ever slipped edibles into Sanji's cooking?" You choke on your spit. "How-" Buggy smiles proudly. "Drink bitch." He demands.

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"Damn it!" You say taking another shot while Buggy laughs at you. "Piss off!" You shout back playfully. "Okay, my turn..." You set down your glass and think for a moment before a wicked smile spreads across your face. Buggy looks concerned. "What's with that look l/n?" You smiled. "Never have I ever... used my own dick to fuck myself." Buggy's face goes pale from shock before his face turns red with anger and embarrassment. "WHAT THE HELL?!" You burst out laughing while Buggycusss you out. Letting him get it out, you wait patiently with a filled shot glass. "YOU PIECE OF SHIT-" There's a sudden banging on the wall. "Clown, if you don't shut the hell up, I'll cut out your tongue and throw it in the sea!" Zoro shouts. Making you realize how late it has gotten. Buggy bites his tongue. You laughed quietly to yourself at Zoro. Buggy couldn't help but quietly laugh about it, too. "Whatever, shit stick. Just give me the shot." You wipe the tear from your eye. "Yes, sir." You replied jokingly, putting the glass to his lips. The comment didn't help Buggy's embarrassed blushing. "It's getting late. Do you want to be done?" "Sure but only because I'm in the lead." He answered with a chuckle, causing yoh to put the bottle away. "So um... where have you been sleeping?" "Where ever, I'm left." Buggy says through his teeth. "Oh..." He watches you think for a moment. "Well, I have an extra pillow if you wanna lay on that." Buggy is a little taken aback by the suggestion. "My how bold~ At least take me out for dinner first before inviting me to bed~" He jokes, watching you pull your sheets back.

"Or... you know pay what what you owe~" You look at him confused. "Pay what I owe - oh! Right. The kiss." You pull the sheets over your lap. Your hands are more careful with him than the other crewmates. "Does it have to be French?" You questioned nervously. "Damn right, it does. That was the agreement. Now, pucker up." Buggy closes his eyes and puckers his lip dramatically. Sighing you press your lips to his. Buggy's relaxed into something natural and sweet. The feeling of his cheap old makeup smears across your lips. Buggy opens his mouth slightly, letting himself get greedy with being paid his part. You welcome him in and let his excited tongue desperately try to dominate yours. The surprise of passion was found sparking I'm his actions. You wanted to wonder when the last time someone kissed him was or showed him in sort of affection without a sour taste of fear to ruin it? However, you didn't let yourself wander away from the warm, wet kiss. Even when you had to pull away for air. Your eyes were still closed. Arms tried from holding him up yet not relaxing. Buggy didn't say anything. He just stared at your messed-up lips. The stain of his makeup gave you your own small clown smile. Oh, how you could enchant his whole audience if you were part of his show. No one spoke when you opened your eyes. The souls gazed into one another. Longing for something unnamed. "I um... I think that was more than 30 seconds." Your chuckles match together. "Probably." Another moment of uncomfortable silence fills the room. "Your arms tried?" He asked quietly. "Mh? Oh yeah..."

Placing him on the side of his face on the pillow so he faced you. "Is that good?" You asked, laying down next to him. "Yeah, fine." He says like a brat. Buggy watches as you close your eyes, still facing him. The bed sways back and forth as he continues to stare. "This really doesn't bug you?" He asked genuinely. "Does what bug me?" He scoffed. "Oh, I don't know, maybe a creepy serial killer pirate clown's decapitated head sleeping next to you." You don't open your eyes. "It's fine Buggy just go to sleep." There's a moment of silence. "Don't tell me what to do..." He mumbled before closing his eyes.