diable jambe!

nice guys fic where they've hit a dry spell like a month with no new cases and the money has run out and march goes looking for holly's hidden babysitting money but can't find it so he's in a pinch. and healy says well alright i'm not going to beat up any more civilians, that life is behind me, but i'll fight someone who makes the mistake of agreeing to fight me. i know this guy in beverly hills who runs matches at his parties and he'll pay me $50 to fight and $400 if i win. and march is like well we're not going all the way to beverly hills for $50. do you have any idea what gas costs these days??? and healy says no we're going to beverly hills for $400. and march says pretty confident aren't you big guy. and healy says well the guys they get to do these fights are usually show-offy chuckleheads. you know, stunt guys, actors, that sort of thing. none of them have ever been in a real fight. and so they go down to beverly hills to this hedonist 1970s hollywood party (healy doesn't want to bring march but march is like what if you need backup and healy can't get rid of him so whatever. he's coming) and healy gets $50 up front and they're like okay you're gonna fight this guy who does like martial arts stunts for movies. and there's some guy doing like spinny kicks and chopping wood in the living room. march is like hey healy this guy looks pretty serious maybe we should rethink this. we can't afford hospital bills right now. and healy's like sigh. you know, march, your faith in me is so heartwarming. and then they're in the like fight ring out by the pool or whatever and everyone's gathered around hooting and hollering and march is stress drinking and healy takes his jacket off and tucks his brass knuckles in march's pocket and says hold this for a second i'll be right back. and steps up to this guy who makes his opening move a flying roundhouse kick and healy just calmly steps out of the way and then hits him with a jab cross so brutally powerful that he puts him in the pool. and march is so turned on he has to hold healy's jacket in front of his white pants. and on the way home march is like (still hard) hey maybe we should do another fight, we could use $800. $1200 even. and healy says excuse me. we??? and march says (can yuo put that out on me voice) hey do you have a black belt?? and healy says no. karate is for idiots. and that's the story of how healy knocked out chuck norris.

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if you're having trouble sleeping the best you can do is put a bright object close to your face and look at it for at least 30 minutes. if that doesn't work you can close your eyes but make sure to think really hard about a bunch of bullshit

*takes a bite of my cigarette*...... heh. the character...... *walks into a small puddle but it swallows me up like the ocean* *i am found dead years later in maine*

when the really good fic author only has 1 story for each of their 35 fandoms. see you in another life brother.

Ngl the fact that Luffy considers Buggy to be just some fuck-ass loser is SO fucking funny to me like every time i think about it I’m tickled. Like throughout the entire story he either considers you 1)a friend or 2)a threat to his/his friends’ freedom that needs to be taken out…and then theres Buggy. The, “oh, that guy…” guy. Assigned Moron™️ by a laffy taffy, literally kill me.