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✏︎(y/n)=your name
✏︎(l/n)=your last name
✏︎(h/l)=hair length
✏︎(h/c)=hair color
✏︎(e/c)=eye color
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✎Requested by luffyshusband
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Characteristics of the reader:
✏︎Clumsy
✏︎Emotive
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✏︎Straw hat crew member
╚═══*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*══╝You had been at it for hours. You started in the kitchen, determined to finally get the countertops sparkling, but now, three rooms later, you were knee-deep in a chaotic cleaning spree, armed with every cleaning tool you could get your hand on—spray bottles, scrub brushes, name it.
You paused for a moment to catch your breath, wiping your forehead with the back of your hand. You looked around and felt a sinking sensation. The room was a disaster.
Somehow, your efforts to tidy had only unleashed chaos. Dust and stray papers were scattered across the floor, a small puddle of water trailed down in the middle of the aquarium bar where you had accidentally spilled your bucket and some poor houseplant had tipped over. You groaned, running on the deck, angered at yourself and it is this angry face that greeted Ussop first thing in the morning. You were a mess. "(y/n)?"
With a sigh, she muttered under her breath, "How on earth did I manage this?"
He laughed nervously, sensing your irritability. "Hmm, did you clean all night? Please, tell me you didn't."
"I did!", you declared, throwing a poor scrub on the floor. (the scrub's name was David. Let's all wish David a good day!)
You were not a fighter, but as the user of the jouhou-jouhou no mi, the information intel devil fruit, you felt angered. It allowed you to find weak points, shorter paths and such, why where they all so stubborn to listen? You had tried—over and over again—to offer guidance, pointed out the openings they missed, the moves they repeated without thinking, the lack of coordination that made their efforts feel disjointed. They were fighters, yes. But they were also locked in their own narrow views of their fighting habits. The anger inside built slowly, quietly, like a storm gathering on the horizon. The fire in your chest threatened to ignite. Now, right now, in front of Ussop, you reached your frustration limit. "I'm useless!"
"It's way too early for this," he thought. Nonetheless, he grabbed you by the shoulders, shaking them gently. "What are you saying?"
"If one of them days anything about how they could have avoided a blow, I'll loose it and strangle them!" you said, shaking your hands in the air as emphasis. "Please don't?"
He was shaken. You were always the calm and cold head and to see you like that...it worried him. "Hey, hey...what about you go to bed? You must be exhausted..."
"No, that won't help! I just...I'm trying so hard to knock some sense in their heads, but NO, of course..." You stopped. "You, for example, you listen, why!?"
"Hm...I don't wanna die?" You nodded vigorously. "Yes! Of course you don't so you trust what I say. Simple! They don't! Well...they do but just go off anyway. That's how they are, I get it but it's not like I can help them any further! I'm weak!"
He had no words. He didn't find anything useful to say but he couldn't just leave you like that. "Want some muffins?"
You frowned. "Muffins?"
He nodded. "Yep. Cherry muffins. Sanji made them yesterday."
Your favourites. "I... absolutely want some."
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In the kitchen, sitting by each other, you shared a moment of silence, only occupied by satisfied hums at the delicacy of the chef's cooking.
Suddenly, he tapped the table with his fingers. He just could not just say nothing! "You know, hm...I think they just have strong personalities and I don't think they see how much it drives you, well..." He eyed you, carefully choosing his words, "mad?"
"I know. I just felt so clumsy lately and it just all accumulated? Sorry you had to see me like that, not cool of me." you said, resting your head on his shoulder. You took a bite too. Hummed comfortably.
"But hey, you did some good cleaning!" he cheered. You shook your head. "I did more of a mess in the aquarium-bar..."
He thought and smiled. "Want an helping hand?" he asked, shoving his thumb in his chest. "Want some assistance with that?"
"You'd do that?" you asked, your heart filled with new hope.
" 'course."
You hugged him tight. "You're the best."
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