Ahoy, Buggy The Clown

ahoy, Buggy The Clown

LA!!Buggy the clown x fem!!assassin!!reader summary: y/n works for a very underground league of pirate assassins. They aren't too known and that was exactly how they liked to keep it. y/n had been with them as long as she could remember- killing whoever she was told to for money. But her next target was going to change her life. tw!! violence, sexism

The air was still as y/n walked through the destroyed village. A younger version of herself might have found this entire picture hard to look at- but being in this business has left her numb to it all.

Her target is a man called Orson. Known for the large scar going through his right eye and stretching down to his neck- Orson is a well-known and incredibly violent pirate. The person who hired her was a victim of his violence and was going to pay her handsomely for Orson's head on a stick.

The only issue was that Orson was a part of a crew named The Buggy Pirates, captained by someone who went by Buggy The Clown. Of course, y/n knew who he was, she wasn't completely ignorant. The clown has a 15,000,000 berry bounty hanging over his head.

But y/n hadn't been hired to go after the pirate captain- so she wouldn't be going after him.

She paused in her step when spotting a large circus tent ahead of her, it was the only thing in the entire village that wasn't levelled to pieces. Figuring that, that was where she was probably best heading to, she begin walking in its direction.

She's not an idiot so she had already unsheathed her sword from the sheath strapped to her back. Holding it out in front of her, she inched closer to the tent, listening closely for any footsteps that may be inside or behind her.

Lifting her hand, she lifted her mask up so it was covering the lower half of her face, her dark eyes were the only thing visible. Her mask and suit were dark so she could easily slip into the shadows if she needed to.

With one last inhale through the nose, she raised her sword and pushed the curtain to the side with the blade. It wasn't incredibly dark inside the tent but it also wasn't filled with light. In fact, the only source of light in the tent was the large spotlight down the centre of the wide room.

Her eyes scanned the room as she headed further and further in. But she wasn't seeing anyone. The tent was empty. Or it appeared to be empty.

But she knew there was no way that Orson wasn't in this tent. The tent was the only shelter for miles that wasn't destroyed- if Orson wasn't here then he was stupid. She had been tracking him for days, there was no way he wasn't here somewhere.

As she advanced further into the tent- she finally took notice that she was standing in a circus tent. She knew that the captain, Buggy, was rather fond of circus acts- he even dressed as a clown to complete the aesthetic. Or she assumed he did based on the picture on his wanted poster.

She paused in her step. Normal people don't tend to hear things that normal people don't usually hear, they don't need to. But an assassin? they have to be ready for anything and so they heighten their senses to the best of their abilities. One of these senses being their hearing.

Her pupils went small as she spun around, her sword pointed in the direction of the sound. However, she will admit, she wasn't expecting to see the captain, himself, standing there.

He looked just like his wanted poster. The same crazed grin, same big red nose, same circus clown makeup, same over-the-top pirate hat. He was taller than she expected him to be.

"Show's not on for another 5 hours, sweetheart."He mocked, taking a step forward- not caring about the sword pointed at him. But y/n, yet again, wasn't here for the clown.

And so she dropped her sword, clearly taking Buggy by surprise. --"Nice nose."She simply said from behind her mask. Irritation sparked behind the clown's eyes as he squinted at her.

"What?"He spat, thinking that she was making fun of him. But she wasn't. She only hummed and gestured to his face. --"Your nose. It's real, right?"She paused for a few seconds before shrugging her shoulders. --"It's cool."

This made the pirate captain pause for a second. He wasn't quite sure how to respond to that. y/n, though wasn't threatened by the man standing before her, never slid her sword back into its sheath.

"Orson."She said the target's name lazily, --"Where is he?" Buggy lifted a gloved finger to his chin, tapping it mockingly. --"Now that-"He paused, grinning menacingly, --"would be telling."He finished.

It's a good thing that y/n is a highly trained assassin, right?

The second Buggy had stopped his sentence she was spinning around with her sword raised at the defence just as another sword clashed against it.

And there stood the man she was here to kill, Orson. He was significantly taller than her, wore a red and white jester hat and his arms were bigger than her head. His scar was also a lot more intimidating than she had been told- it looked incredibly painful and led her to wonder what could have possibly given it to him.

But despite all of that- she still wasn't scared of him. In fact, if anything, that made her much more cocky. y/n was the very best at overcoming the odds.

I mean, why do you think she was given this target by her boss specifically? she's the only one suited for this type of hit.

She sprang back, using her athleticism to her advantage. Orson was attacking her top half- roughly might I add. Since that was the place he was striking- she decided to go low.

Whilst the jester and the assassin fought, the clown captain walked around to lean against a barrel. He was rather interested in the masked woman currently getting the better of his freak.

Springing back on her hands, she rolled to her knees where she swung her sword at the front of his feet, slicing the skin on impact instantly. Orson yelled out in pain and stumbled forward.

Annoyed, he rammed forward and wrapped his arms around the smaller woman- squeezing her as tightly as he could manage- lifting her off of her feet. Her spine started to creak causing her to let out a grunt of pain and swing her legs forward.

Pressing her feet to his chest she flipped backwards out of his grasp, but not before he grabbed ahold of her mask and clutched it in his fist with hatred.

Now she had no face protection and Orson was able to get a good look at what she looked like. But so did Buggy.

She wasn't what Buggy was expecting. y/n was a tanned woman with a small face and a mess of thick plum-purple hair. Her tanned skin was smooth despite the many small scars that littered her cheeks as well as one going through her right eyebrow. Fitting that her eyes were the darkest eyes Buggy had ever seen, given her profession.

Orson let out a pained laugh as he gestured to her. --"You are but a little girl and you expect to kill me? I could squish you like a bug, "He laughed and slapped a hand against his chest. --"Do you know who I am?!"He snapped as she fixed her footing.

He continued to stare at her- expecting a response but he didn't get one. Instead, she chuckled and gestured for him to come at her with a 'come here' hand gesture, a wide smirk on her lips.

Another annoyed look appeared on his face as he rushed towards her. With a grin of adrenaline, y/n ducked out of the way of his rapidly approaching forearm. When he spun around to strike her she swung her sword- successfully slashing his throat.

Orson completely went numb, his eyes going wide as his hands reached up towards his gushing throat. His half-dead eyes flickered over to his pirate captain who watched carelessly, his arms folded.

"C-Captain....-"He mumbled pathetically through gurgles as he collapsed to his knees. y/n completely ignored Buggy's existence as she kneeled down in front of Orson, lifting her hand so she was gripping the back of his head- tilting it back so he was forced to look at her.

"I'm actually 30..."She hummed in a bored tone- as if she didn't just slash his throat. --"Not a little girl."She clarified with a tight grin as she reached into her thigh holster, pulling out a dagger.

"Sarah sends her regards."She told him, speaking the name of the person who had hired her. And then, without a second thought, she slashed his throat again- this time much deeper. Blood splashed onto her face and she smirked and shoved Orson's dead body forward so he crashed to the ground.

Tilting her head to the ground, she reached for her mask only for something or rather, someone to beat her to it. Suddenly, a hand, and only a hand, flew from out of nowhere and grabbed ahold of her mask.

With furrowed eyebrows, she watched the hand fly right over her head and over to Buggy who now didn't have a right hand. She figured that he must have eaten a devil fruit at some point in his life- that would be why he could detach himself.

But she didn't care about that. She cared that he now had her mask in his returning hand. He grinned at her. --"Forget about me?"He questioned sarcastically as she stood her full height and walked towards him.

She really didn't want to kill this clown, not if she didn't have to. She wasn't tasked to kill Buggy so she wouldn't.

"I like you."He told her, pointing a finger at her. He held her mask over his head so she couldn't grab at it. --"I think..."He paused to lean forward a little so his nose was practically touching hers. --"I'll keep you."He declared.

She squinted at him. Her eyes flickered all over his face for a moment, never moving away from his uncomfortably close face. "I just killed one of your crewmates."She reminded him with raised eyebrows. --"What makes you think I won't kill you?"She hummed, folding her arms and taking another step closer to him if that was even possibly.

They were practically all up in each other's space, but neither of them seemed to care.

He laughed in response and leaned closer to boop her nose with his free finger. --"Because you couldn't kill me even if you tried."He grinned cockily. He then smacked his hands together and took a massive step back away from her.

"Now!"He exclaimed excitedly. --"How about we add some excitement to your life."He giggled, grinning widely. He then lifted his left arm, revealing that he no longer had his left hand.

And just as y/n was about to question him, there was a tap on her shoulder. This was completely out of the ordinary for her- she could hear people sneaking up on her- but how exactly was she supposed to hear floating body parts?!

There was Buggy's left hand, and it was clutching something. With a squeeze- a red cloud of smoke surrounded her head. She didn't even have time to comprehend what was happening before her eyes were rolling to the back of her head and she was beginning to lose consciousness.

The last thing she heard was Buggy laugh and say, --"We're going to have so much fun together!"

depression tips™

shower. not a bath, a shower. use water as hot or cold as u like. u dont even need to wash. just get in under the water and let it run over you for a while. sit on the floor if you gotta.

moisturize everything. use whatever lotion u like. unscented? dollar store lotion? fancy ass 48 hour lotion that makes u smell like a field of wildflowers? use whatever you want, and use it all over. 

put on clean, comfortable clothes. 

put on ur favorite underwear. cute black lacy panties? those ridiculous boxers u bought last christmas with candy cane hearts on the butt? put em on.

drink cold water. use ice. if u want, add some mint or lemon for an extra boost.

clean something. doesn’t have to be anything big. organize one drawer of ur desk. wash five dirty dishes. do a load of laundry. scrub the bathroom sink. 

blast music. listen to something upbeat and dancey and loud, something that’s got lots of energy. sing to it, dance to it, even if you suck at both.

make food. don’t just grab a granola bar to munch. take the time and make food. even if it’s ramen. add something special to it, like a hard boiled egg or some veggies. prepare food, it tastes way better, and you’ll feel like you accomplished something. 

make something. write a short story or a poem, draw a picture, color a picture, fold origami, crochet or knit, sculpt something out of clay, anything artistic. even if you don’t think you’re good at it.

go outside. take a walk. sit in the grass. look at the clouds. smell flowers. put your hands in the dirt and feel the soil against your skin.

call someone. call a loved one, a friend, a family member, call a chat service if you have no one else to call. talk to a stranger on the street. have a conversation and listen to someone’s voice. if you can’t, text or email or whatever, just have some social interaction with another person. even if you don’t say much, listen to them.

cuddle your pets if you have them/can cuddle them. take pictures of them. talk to them. tell them how u feel, about your favorite movie, a new game coming out.

SHIRT, satoru gojo

Satoru Gojo x fem!!reader Summary: After returning from a long mission Gojo finds that one of his good shirts had gone missing from his cupboard- since only one other person had a key to his room he already knew the culprit. tw!! flirting, FLUFF, cringe dialogue? angst if you squint, Gojo might seem ooc (I'm trying I promise). notes: I am obsessed with this man.

y/n glanced up from her book when a knock sounded on her dorm room door. She wasn't expecting any visitors today so her eyebrows pulled together.

Bookmarking her page, she sits the book to the side and stands up from her bed to walk over and pull open her door. Her dark brown eyes lock onto the familiar figure of Satoru Gojo.

Her heart clenched at the sight of him. She hadn't seen the sorcerer since he left a month ago for a mission.

"Hey I just got back but I can't find my-"He suddenly pauses, an amused smile appearing on his face when he notices what she's wearing. --"Is that my shirt?"

Her eyes widened and she glanced down at the oversized black shirt she wore, acting like a deer caught in headlights. Pursing her lips, she slowly lifted her head to meet his gaze.

"Uh...no?" She lied, flashing him a non-convincing toothy grin. Satoru only tilted his head to the side, his arms folded. --"Really? so whose shirt is that?"He hums, pointing a long finger to the shirt that hung on her shoulders.

Swallowing, her lips form into a pout as she glances down at the shirt again for a millisecond. --"Mine."She squeaks out without missing a beat.

Now Satoru really did look amused. Lifting a hand to tap a finger against his chin, his blindfolded gaze made her almost shrink back. --"You wear shirts three sizes too big for you?"He muses dramatically.

y/n was certain that her face was the reddest it had ever been but she attempted to not have the nerves affect her behaviour. --"Yeah."She responds in an almost shaky voice.

Attempt failed.

Satoru only chuckles and takes a step forward, inviting himself into her room which in turn prompts y/n to take a nervous step back. His hand replaces hers on the door so he can shut it behind him.

"Alright enough of the cat and mouse game- why are you wearing my shirt?"He questions, hoping her answer would somehow stroke his already inflated ego.

y/n only frowns and glances down anxiously, folding her arms over her chest. --"You left it here last time you stayed over to watch a movie with me..."Is her quiet response.

"That doesn't explain why you're wearing it, sweetheart."He muses again, his voice slow and teasing. A frustrated sigh leaves her lips and she lifts a hand to rake through her dark hair nervously.

"Y-You were away a while..."She trails off, pausing to calm her racing heart down. --"And I missed you so..." She shrugs her shoulders pathetically, gesturing to the shirt she was wearing.

Satoru hums and strokes his chin with his index finger and thumb, pleased with her answer. He almost wanted to tease her but couldn't fight the soft smile that was appearing on his features.

"Aw-"He scoffs softly and advances towards her- his arms outstretched. --"I missed you too, sugar."He tells her in a tone that said 'I'm going to tease you about this for the rest of your life but I seriously did miss you' whilst engulfing her in a tight hug.

y/n was embarrassed but that didn't stop her from lifting her hands to grip his back tightly, worried that if she didn't squeeze hard enough he would just disappear. Satoru rested his cheek against the top of her head, arms over her shoulders and down her back.

"So...what exactly did you miss about me?"He asks in a firm teasing voice. y/n groans against his chest and shakes her head, instantly moving away from his grasp.

But Satoru wasn't going to let her go that easily- he kept a tight grip on her wrist as she shook her head, fighting the urge to crack a smile. He smirked confidently as he tugged her back towards him by her wrist.

"I hate you."She spoke- though the smile on her face was a dead giveaway that she was lying. Satoru only grinned, his hands moving from her to wrist to lace their fingers together affectionately.

"You hate me yet you missed me?"He teases, voice slow and filled with affection. Her tongue pokes against the side of her cheek, still trying desperately to hide her smile and flushed cheeks.

"You're so annoying."She mumbles with a scoffed laugh only making Satoru's smirk widen. He chuckles and lifts a hand to pinch the hem of the shirt she was wearing teasingly.

"So..."He pauses for dramatic flare. --"Is my shirt comfy?"He asks, a sudden flirting tone to his voice. y/n purses her lips and glances down to the shirt with a nod.

"I dunno...maybe you have a comfier shirt I could steal?"She hints, her tone also incredibly flirty. He chuckles and pulls her closer to him by their joined hands.

There was a certain sentiment on his features as he tugged her closer to him until their chests were practically touching, their hands fitted together between their close bodies. Lifting his other free hand, he rests it against her cheek, smiling down softly at her.

"I really did miss you."He spoke, a lopsided smile on his face. Her cheeks go red as she leans into his touch, her thumb pad stroking against the top of his hand unknowingly.

Satoru and y/n had known each other for a little over 2 years now and for as long as anyone could remember they were tiptoeing around each other in regards to 'feelings'. They were almost opposites attract in a way- she is reserved and doesn't like to speak to more than maybe 2 people a day- whilst he is open and loves hanging out with his students at any given chance.

It hadn't taken either of them long to develop feelings for one another but they never discussed those feelings. They danced around the subject and never addressed them- no matter how many times their friends would point it out.

y/n had noticed her feelings long before Satoru had. She was the girl that fell in love easy so she knew exactly what it felt like to yearn for someone. It only became more noticeable to her when Satoru would disappear for a month to go on missions and each and every time she would cuddle her pillow as though she was in mourning.

Safe to say she noticed her love for the sorcerer incredibly quickly.

Satoru on the other hand, hadn't noticed until a couple of months after y/n had. He noticed that whenever he would leave to go on a mission he would find some way to pick her up a souvenir and bring it back to her. Usually, that wasn't a dead giveaway for feelings to him but it happened frequently to the point that even if the thing he was buying her cost him all of the money he brought with him- he'd still get it for her.

They are both aware of their feelings. They just chose to ignore them out of fear and nervousness.

Satoru pulls her closer to him, his arms wrapping around her shoulders as he embraces her tighter than before. y/n accepted the hug without a second though, her arms locking around his waist and squeezing.

A soft sigh leaves his lips as their bodies pressed flush together. For once in his life, he seemed to hesitate before speaking. --"y/n?"he mumbled against her head of hair.

She hums in response, her cheek pressed against his chest. Again, he hesitates for a moment. --"Why are we fighting this?"He asks her bluntly. Her eyebrows pull together, her head lifting upwards to look at him, her chin on his chest.

She didn't have to ask what he meant by that. The intimate setting and position they were in was a no-brainer to her. Swallowing, she shrugs her shoulders.

"I'm scared..."She responds. The room was quiet enough now that Satoru could hear the ragged breath she took. He frowns.

"Of what?"He murmurs to her though he already knew her answer. She still hadn't moved from his grip. --"That you'll break my heart."Is her whispered answer.

A long silence passes through them as he lifts both of his hands to cup her face. --"I would never break your heart."He mumbles, the pads of his thumbs stroking up and down her cheekbones.

She shivers under his touch, brown eyes wide with affection as she stares up at him. --"You promise?"She whispered, tilting her head to the side a little.

A soft smile appears on his face as he finally leans down, pausing for a second as their faces are an inch apart. The pupils in her eyes dilated as she stared at were his eyes would be if they weren't covered by his blindfold.

And after a nearly unnoticeable nod by her, their lips meet in a soft touch. Her brown eyes fluttered shut as his grip on her cheeks tightened a little so he could pull her face closer to his as his mouth moved almost bruisingly against hers.

The kiss was over quicker than it had begun. Satoru had been the first one to pull back, his forehead resting against hers as she purses her lips and shuts her eyes nervously.

"I promise."

A soft smile appeared on her face, her heart fluttering as she opened her eyes again to stare up at him- pupils completely dilated by this point. --"Maybe I should steal your shirts more often..."She trails off with an awkward chuckle.

A soft laugh bursts from his lips as he nods, his hands sliding to play with the hem of the shirt she had stolen from him. --"You look good in them."He tells her, a small smirk on his voice.

A soft look appears on her face as she suddenly rises onto her topes, arms going around his neck as she hugs him the tightest she'd ever hugged him before.

"Please don't ever leave for that long again..."She mumbled into his shoulder as his arms go around her waist, a soft smile on his face.

"I'll try."

notes: so, this was my first try at writing for Gojo so I'm sorry if he appears out of character- I tried really hard :((

*chuuya 'shoots' dazai* Chuuya: ok he stopped watching Dazai: *groaning* ugh finally! Chuuya: *starts laughing* Dazai: what so funny slug? Chuuya: *dramatically* Chuuya stop this isnt you! Dazai: come on Chuuya, it had to be belivable Chuuya: *dramatically* come back to me chuuya! we are destined to be together Dazai: i hate you so much Chuuya: your never living that down

i haven’t been able to get this out of my head i’m sorry ejshsjsj

I'm starting to think I have a type