#I keep saying I'm gonna try to write more Crocodile but then end up with bughawk

[aimbutmiss]

Buggy gently held the face in front of him, fingers wrapping around the jaw to keep it still. He was supposed to go in for the eyeliner next, but the man in front of him flinched as soon as Buggy's fingers brushed his face, the reaction barely visible to the untrained eye. But Buggy knew Mihawk, or he thought he did, at least to a certain extent. He liked to think he improved a lot when it came to reading the hawk eyed man, especially compared to when they first formed Cross Guild. And what all that improvement entailed now, was the fact that the swordsman was uncomfortable. He let go of his face just as gently as he had held it.

"What's wrong?"

"..."

Buggy frowned and slumped his shoulders at the lack of response. "I let you do that horrifying gothic clown makeup on me, remember? Because I trusted you. But I'm not planning on turning you into a clown or anything, it's just your usual black eyeliner. So, trust me?"

"I do trust you." Mihawk sighed heavily, uncrossing his arms. "It's not about that. It's just... I'm not really used to- to this." He motioned between the two of them, trying his best to convey his feelings. He clearly needed more practice in that department, but Buggy took it in stride. They could work on it later, and frankly even this was an improvement.

Buggy retreated a bit, putting some more distance between them. "We don't have to do... this." He motioned between them just as the other had. "I just thought it would be fun, like last time. Even though I ended up looking straight out of a horror story, at least the process was enjoyable. Relaxing even."

Mihawk gave a small smile at that. "I thought you looked rather dashing in black."

Buggy rolled his eyes. "Of course you did. But I think I'll leave that to you. Wouldn't want to steal your schtick."

Mihawk's eyes squinted in amusement. "You couldn't if you tried."

"Nice try, but you can't provoke me like that. I'm not even going near black face paint for the unforeseeable future."

It was Mihawk's turn to roll his eyes, but he didn't say anything. They had fallen into a comfortable silence when Mihawk slowly reached for Buggy's hand, delicately caressing it with his thumb as Buggy held his breath.

"I'm sorry, I'm being difficult. This was supposed to be fun... But I'm okay now, you can continue."

Buggy shook his head, squeezing the hand holding his. "It should be fun for us both, I can't enjoy it if you're not enjoying it as well. You don't have to force yourself."

"I'm not." Mihawk looked Buggy in his big, round eyes that looked like they were portals leading straight to the ocean, his stare as unwavering as his voice as he spoke. "I'm not usually comfortable with people at this proximity... but I've come to find that I really don't mind it with you. I like it, in fact."

Buggy gulped, unable to break the intense eye contact. He didn't really know what he did to get into the swordsman's good graces, but he wasn't gonna mess it up no matter what. He gently reached for his face once again, getting in position to finally draw on the eyeliner.

"Don't move or I'll smudge it." He said, almost in a whisper.

Mihawk simply hummed in understanding, staying still as the waters of the Calm Belt. Buggy's breath was tickling his cheeks, and his hands were warm. He did his best to watch him do his work without moving, carving every inch of his focused face into memory.

"You're beautiful."

The words came out of his mouth without thinking, flowing as naturally as his haki through Yoru, and they made the clown still in his movements.

"What?"

Mihawk gave a breathy chuckle as Buggy's face grew redder by the second. "You heard me, beautiful."

Buggy moved back a bit, staring at the man as if he grew a second head. "What's gotten into you?"

Of course, Mihawk completely ignored him. "You look cute when you blush."

"Oh my God, can you stop?!" Buggy's face was now matching his nose, and Mihawk could swear he could see some steam coming out of his ears.

"You're not very good at taking compliments, are you?"

"I take them all the time! From my crew and my fans... It's just, unexpected from you."

That made something inside Mihawk twinge, but it didn't show on his face. "Then I'll have to compliment you more until you get used to it."

Buggy seemed to be struggling to put his thoughts into words, confused out of his mind at the other man's words. Did he eat something off? Was it a devil fruit user? Because something had to be wrong. But in the mess going inside his head, only one word was able to make its way to his tongue:

"Why?"

"Because I love to have your attention, your eyes on me, your hands on me... and your kindness. But I need to be kind to you as well to deserve it. This, right now... I don't deserve this, as things stand."

Buggy stared at the man in front of him for a moment, before slowly reaching out to cradle his face. "You are kind to me."

"Not kind enough to make up for the things I did before."

So, that's what this was about. Buggy sighed in understanding. "You apologised. I accepted your apology, and Crocodile's. Neither of you have any need to feel bad for your past mistakes."

Mihawk opened his mouth to speak but Buggy shushed him, pressing a finger on his lips. "I forgive you. Just take my word for it, idiot."

"... Alright."

Buggy smiled wide. "See? That wasn't so hard."

Later that evening, Crocodile walked into the tent to find a sleeping Buggy, drooling on a sleeping Mihawk. The swordsman's face was smudged with eyeliner, and the evening breeze was washing over them from the open window flap.

But neither of them were cold when they woke up, covered by a blanket they didn't remember getting.

[jasper-rolls]

Would you please unblock me on Deviantart, Twitter and Furaffinity please? What happened wasn't my fault, it was MrDrawingLover's fault for harrassing me over one story that I did. I wouldn't do anything to me, please just unblock me already. If this is about me not telling you how old I was when I was joining the character tf server, i'm in my 20's, I was just too shy to enter it on the server.

for my regular followers: sorry, this is some shit that’s like...completely unrelated to anything you would be aware of. this dude has been harassing me on several other sites and i’ve kind of had it. feel free to skip past this post, or...if you care, ask me for more details, but they’re mostly here

anyway

nathan

i’m gonna clear this up, because you seem to have gotten the completely wrong idea about why i blocked you

i did not block you because i thought you were fatphobic for whatever reason - i’ve never thought that about you and had no reason to. i didn’t block you because of anything mrdrawinglover did, that all came after. the server had nothing to do with it - in fact, as i remember it, we told you that you needed to enter your age, and you left without saying anything. you didn’t have to say it in the server, you could’ve sent a message to the mods and we would have let you in, but frankly i’m glad in the end we didn’t, because the reason i blocked you and have continued to do so was entirely done by your own hand.

the initial reasoning for blocking you was how you acted in the wake of bernadonner no longer wanting to be friends with you and trying to make it at least be a clean break, because you decided instead that you wanted to be vindictive and write creepy stories where you...punish her for that. and don’t pretend those don’t exist because you deleted them or whatever - i saw the tepig one where you use her older username. this isn’t a particularly good way to act, even towards people you hate! it’s deeply creepy and unpleasant. this isn’t how you act when you want people to like you, it sends a message, and the message is “i am vindictive and i will punish you for any perceived slight against myself”. i saw the shit you wrote after she no longer wanted to be friends with you, and i thought, “hm, this guy is kind of weird and creepy. block.” and really, we could’ve just left it there.

but, no, you didn’t want to leave it there, because then you started writing this kind of shit about me and my friends. i saw quron. i saw the rants about me. i saw the weird...fucking, lyrics parodies that did nothing but creep me out. i saw the rants about mrdrawinglover, and the stories you wrote about Definitely Not Him I Swear, and the extended stuff about bernadonner too. i fucking saw you trying to report her to the discord reddit?? what the fuck, dude?? i saw the shit you posted on quora where you re-write the conversations they had with you to make you seem calm and clever and collected while they splutter hypocritically, and i saw the actual conversations they were clearly based on, which really don’t make you look so good, so obviously you’d want to re-write them.

and i know your favourite excuse is “it’s not them because of this minor detail that’s different”, and...man, if you wanna keep believing that excuse for you own sake, then go right ahead, but i’m going to tell you right now: master of subtlety you are not. it is painfully obvious who you are writing about when you write that shit, and it’s not cute either

and that’s enough for a block for life, but then you had to go and rope my boyfriends into it too? acting all simpering and apologetic and trying to butter them up, like they couldn’t just turn to me and ask “hey, what’s the deal with this weird guy?” like i wouldn’t tell them? they have fuck all to do with any of this drama, and i deeply resent that you tried to go around behind my back to them.

i am sick of you trying to evade my blocking you by going to other sites, i’m sick of you trying to harass me and my friends and my boyfriends because you have this fucking unhinged obsession with me. take a fucking hint. stop.

i don’t want to know you, and i don’t want to be friends with you, not when i’ve seen how you treat the people you think are your friends. you’re crying crocodile tears about how sorry and sad you are for what you’ve done, and then maybe a day or so later, if we’re lucky, you keep on being the vindictive little shit you apparently always have been.

that’s why i blocked you, because who would want to be friends with a person like that? i’m fairly sure the only reason anyone deigns to spend time around you is because you hide what an asshole you are from anyone new you meet, re-editing and re-writing and deleting the bad stuff to make you seem like you’ve always been in the right. if anyone cares to ask about the evidence, i have like...plenty of your creepy shit archived and capped. if anyone ever wants to know what a weird little shithead you are, i am flooded with evidence i can show them. you did this to yourself.

don’t talk to me. don’t talk to my boyfriends. don’t talk to my friends. stop contacting us. stop contacting me stop trying to evade blocks, stop trying to act like you’re really sorry when i know you’re going to turn right around and write some other creepy minific that’s Based on a concept, where the concept is me and my friends, and you doing whatever creepy shit you want to do to punish us for daring to slight you.

if you take one lesson from this experience - at the very least, just keep that shit to yourself. like if you have to write it to get it out, then write it, but when you post it publicly, you show your hand as to what a little shithead you really are, and its because you do that that i learned the kind of person you are, and subsequently have absolutely no desire to ever unblock you or have any kind of cordial relationship with you. you dug your own grave. you did this to yourself. the only way this stops happening to you is when you stop doing this shit.

now go...fucking, re-write this or whatever in an sad attempt to make me look bad. whatever you need to do to cope. but just know that you're only winning inside your own head.