#uncharacteristically happy i want to say but i get very happy and excited about a lot of things

[spotforme]

Did you know you just got me into red dwarf! (I've watched three episodes but I will be watching them all)

Thank you for having good taste! <3

i'm so excited for you!!!! and thank you

seriously i'm so glad you decided to give it a try and have liked it so far. it's really the best having people to share interests with :) and i say this all the time but i bet you're gonna love the observation dome

[pretty-little-mind33]

Pietro Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary: ask: Maybe Pietro and reader are the only ones in the avengers facility (the other were with their families, on vacation, etc), and he's really excited to spend Christmas with her because he has a crush on her but never really told her (or even done something about it because when he's around her he doesn't know what to do), and he's really excited because it's gonna be just the two of them there and he wants it to be special and surprise her.

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: AU where Pietro isn't dead, this is only a few months after Avengers: Age Of Ultron but in my head Pietro, Wanda, and reader are early 20s!

~ i hope you like this @thewinterv 🤍~

Normally, around the 20th of December, the Avengers Tower would be buzzing with the sounds of voices, the hum of machinery, and Tony's unrelenting playlist of 80s Christmas hits. But this year, it was dead silent.

Most of the team had scattered for the holidays; each of them returning home to their families. Tony was spending Christmas away with Pepper at some romantic destination no one knew about, Thor had returned home to Asgard, and Cap was spending his holidays with his friend, Bucky. Natasha, like almost every year, was spending Christmas at Clint's family house and this year Clint had opened the invitation—

Because Pietro disliked spending holidays away from his sister, and Wanda had told him her and Vision were spending he holidays with Clint, he'd been considering the offer.

However, when you'd told him in passing that you'd politely declined the invitation, Pietro's heart sank. You didn't want to impose, was your excuse, and it didn't sit well with him.

He didn't want you alone on Christmas.    

So, he found himself lingering in the common area of the tower, his foot tapping anxiously against the wooden floor. He felt the anticipation bubbling up inside him as he shakes his hands, a mixture of excitement and nervous energy bouncing inside him. He glanced at the clock hanging over the door for the tenth time in the past twenty minutes.

You were here, probably in your room. The thought alone made his heart speed up. The two of you were the only ones left now and all that was left was his excitement. For months now, Pietro had been harboring these feelings for you—feelings he never quite knew how to express. Around you, his usually confident self, became a jumble of awkward smiles and half-finished sentences.

But this Christmas, he was determined for that to change.

You wander into the kitchen, yawning. It's Christmas morning and Pietro is standing by the stove, stirring a pot with uncharacteristic focus. His usual blur of motion is replaced by small, deliberate movements, and you can't help but smile.

"Merry Christmas," you say, leaning your hip against the counter. 

Pietro's head shoots up, his icy blue eyes widen in surprise as he spins around. "Y/n," he exclaims, his Sokovian accent more evident in the early morning. "Happy Christmas," he smiles and continues to stir, "Ah, I made horká čokoláda, ah what is the word… hot chocolate? It's… traditional, yes?"

You smile, pushing some hair away from your tired eyes. "Very traditional, Piet," you say, leaning over some more and smelling the air. It smells sweet. "Smells yummy. Can I get some, or is this all for you?" you ask with no hint of annoyance in case he had made it for himself.

His cheeks turn pink, quickly ladling the hot chocolate into two mugs. "Of course, for you too. I made it special."

"Special?" you echo, taking the offered mug. You taste the hot chocolate and it tastes quite normal, but still delicious. 

"Yes," Pietro whispers, finding his words again. He feels nervous again but he swallows down the nerves. "For you. I made it special for you." 

Your smile widens and you take another sip, hot chocolate coating your upper lip. Pietro leans in and wipes it with his thumb. He's pauses, hesitating, but when you don't pull away he relaxes. "Thank you," you say honestly, feeling an unfamiliar warmth in your stomach. Pietro just grins, feeling his nerves disappear. 

Later that day, Pietro leads you to the training hangar, though he continuously refuses to explain why. Once you arrive, however, your jaw drops. The massive space has been transformed. Twinkling string lights crisscross the rafters, and a makeshift skating rink gleams at the center, its surface a mirror of ice. Soft holiday music plays from a speaker in the corner.

"Pietro," you breath, turning to him. "Did you do all this?'

He looks a little sheepishly. "Friday helped and I had some time. Plus, speed also helps," he admits, rubbing the back of his neck. "Do you like it?"

"Like it? Piet, it’s amazing," you exclaim, stepping onto the edge of the rink, feeling the ice. It's cool and smooth beneath your fingers. "But I don't have any skates."

"Pshh, already handled." Pietro speeds away and returns in a blur of blue lightening that dances around you. he steadies himself and holds two pairs of skates in his arms. He holds one out for you in your size. "For you, Princezna (Princess)."

You laugh lowly, seeing how his hair sticks up a little. "Do you ever slow down?"

Pietro thinks for a moment, rubbing his nape. "Only for you," he says softly, the words escaping before he could really stop them. Your cheeks warm, but you don't look away. Instead, you smile and walk to a bench in the corner, lacing up your skates. Pietro does the same, basking in the comfortable silence.

One on the ice, you struggle while he moves with surprising grace. He skates circles around you, teasingly close but careful not to knock you off balance.

"Show-off," you say, flapping your arms desperately. Pietro skates up to you and holds out his arms, not touching you but keeping an eye on you in case you fall.

"I have to impress you somehow," he quips, but his tone sounds lighter than usual, less guarded, and you like the change. He's acting like how he does with everyone else, not as stiff as he is when he's around you usually, and you like it.

The two of you continue to skate for what feels like hours, laughing and sharing stories. At one point, you almost slip, and Pietro reaches out and catches you, his arms wrapping around your waist.

"Are you ok?" He asks, his breath warm on your cheek. You nod and for a moment, you both don't move.

"You're really good at this," you whisper, trying to steady your heartbeat as your nose almost touches his. You pull away a little.

"I had a good reason to learn," he replies, his voice barely above a whisper. "Wanda and I used to skate a lot at home, with Mama and Papa."

"Must have been nice."

"It was," he reminisces, smiling at you and then he pulls away.

After you're both finished and your feet start to hurt, the two of you return to the lounge, where the electric fireplace is crackling softly. Pietro had prepared another surprise: a small, slightly lopsided Christmas tree, decorated with whatever he could find around the facility. Paperclips served as makeshift hooks, holding up ornaments fashioned from lab equipment and some minimal leftover holiday decorations Tony had lying around.

"Oh," you say, wrapping your arms around yourself as you smile. "You really went all out, hm?" you tease, sitting beside him on the couch.

"I didn't want you to spend Christmas alone," he says simply, as if it's nothing. When you look at him, he hesitates, then adds, "You deserve it all."

"Pietro," you whisper, placing your hand on his arm. You don't even know what to say.

He takes a deep breath, his usual bravado faltering as it always does when you're around but he swallow it down. “I like you. A lot," he admits, the words stuck in his throat as he confesses;

"But when I'm around you, I never know how to act. I'm nervous. Very nervous. Which is ridiculous, because I'm never nerves around girls. But with you, I want to be careful. Because you're important to me. I want to impress you. I want you to like me."

You stare at him, your heart pounding. "Pietro, I like you too. I've always liked you, I've just been waiting for you to say something."

"You have?"

You nod, a smile tugging at your lips. "Yeah, you aren't the only one who is nervous, you know? You're quite intimidating."

Pietro laughs, taking your hand in his. "Me? Nesmysl (Nonsense)," he chuckles and strokes his thumb over yours. He smiles, his blue eyes locked onto yours. He leans in, his lips suddenly brushing against yours as he closes his eyes.

The kiss is hesitant at first, then it becomes more certain when you kiss him back, your hand finding themselves in his hair. The world seems to stand still, a rare moment of stillness that Pietro actually enjoys.

For once, he wishes he could stop time forever.

When you finally pulls away, Pietro is grinning like a love-sick school boy, his cheeks flushed pink. "Best Christmas ever?" he asks, his tone teasing but very honestly hopeful.

You return his grin and squeeze his hand, resting your head on his shoulder.

"Best Christmas ever."

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

okey am curious miss raven, but what do you think about vil's uncharacteristic "KYAA" screaming from chapters 6 and 7 bc i was torn between concern and laughter

The context, for those who aren't aware: Vil happily squeals at the end of book 6 after Malleus restores his youth. Then, in book 7, Vil screams in terror as he falls from the sky (courtesy of Silver's UM). So we get to see what Vil's like when he's genuinely super excited as well as what he's like when he's afraid of something quite mundane.

I’m personally not a fan of Vil (I do not like celebrity characters), but I liked that we got a glimpse of his vulnerable side. It's such a contrast to how cool and put-together he usually is for the public and lets us know that he, too, is human.

In a way, that's sort of sad... Because of Vil's career as a child star, he has to maintain his image and be composed in all that he does. He has to be guarded to keep up with the pressure of the entertainment industry and act a certain way to keep up with the expectations of the public and his peers, who are constantly judging him. And now that the media has branded him as this mature, wicked beauty, it's hard for him to really be seen as something different. Someone gallant, like the heroes he wishes he could play. Someone cute and innocent-looking, like his long-time rival Neige. In the end, Vil is stuck with his assigned role and can't really deviate from it or risk harm to his reputation, since his audience might perceive that as a "mismatch". The regular Vil always gives off these powerful vibes, creating the impression that you're beneath him, that he's untouchable. But what his "kyaaa"-ing shows us is that he's a regular person too. He can be unbearably happy. He can be fearful and experience motion sickness. This is the Vil behind the lights, the cameras, the makeup. The Vil that he wishes others would see and give a chance to, rather than the villain they want to see.

... Anyway, that was a lot of words for me to say “I thought it was cute and very different from the usual Vil!” 🤡

[kaq3yma]

BEEP BEEP! sakura haruka.

syn: it is your first date with him, how did it go? it was alright... but did you expect it to buzz? no.

୨୧ qeena's brief note: elloo, anouncing a (kinda) new theme with a sakura haruka scribble yippieee >w< i know the theme lowk similar to my old one as it still a pink&green theme but hey, can't help the fact im a hardcore soft pink and pale green girlie (•؎ •) i have this idea based off this one tweet meme i saw couple months prior (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) sorrryyy but i can't remember the exact account but i think yall know shskssks anyway, let me know what you guys think about this scribble & the new theme, will appreciate all ur kind words <3 that's all, thank you, i love you, reblogs and comments are very much appreciated and happy reading xoxo 🍡

. . . imagine you're on a date, on your very, very first date with a guy you're oh-so in love with, Sakura Haruka. The date went smoothly, he pick you up at your meeting spot, Kotoha's diner, and after that you two ate together. You get to browse all over town, trying dishes and stroll around. It's indeed a fun day.

However, the dual-colored hair boy still can't help but shy away to your touch. You don't mind that he don't want to hug, heck, even pecks, but you wish at least he don't mind holding hands, cling your arm around him or even be at a close proximity.

The date turn sour almost drastically when you subconsciously pull his arm out of excitement because you saw a familiar ice cream van stall, one you'd used to buy but he pull his hand away, and instead tucking it in his pocket.

The entire hour after the incident was a confused Sakura (try to) cheer you up but failed miserably and the date happened to end quickly as time flies. Sakura walk you home, taking short strides behind your almost-slouched figure upfront. His face burn in embarrassment and confusion, not knowing how to act, what to do and what to say.

"... I—"

"We're here." The sudden spoke of words cause him to halt his words into half, poor boy is bewildered because he thought he have more time with you until you both arrived at your home, well, you both did arrived quicker than his (pea) brain can comprehend.

"I'll see you tomorrow, good bye—" Someone can ask previous Sakura if he ever expect this Sakura to do something unexpected, so unexpected he shocked both himself and you and he'd say no but yes, it somehow is happening.

He lean down, almost uncharacteristically to close the gap between you two and seal the night with a kiss, short enough yet still manage to pull your breath away.

"I—"

"Beep, beep. Abnormal heart rate detected." His face almost explode into thousands (millions) shades of red.

[frenshushutoast]

minghao as your boyfriend

notes: happy new year! my first post in a Long time but here's to more writing in 2024... let's do this!

lots of quiet moments together. even in loud, crowded rooms, minghao still finds a way to give you little moments of solace with a hand in yours and quiet, whispered conversations.

art gallery dates! so many art gallery dates. every time a new one opens, you're equally excited to go visit. sometimes you'll both quietly share your interpretations of the different pieces with each other, and sometimes you'll just bask in the beauty of the creations and simply being able to experience it together.

very endeared by you. you will simply exist and he'll let out his soft giggle, burying his face in your shoulder, pinching your cheeks, and kissing all over your face when you guys are alone together. you're confused when he first does it, asking what you did for him to be so impossibly fond. he just responds with a you're so cute, baby and it makes you far more flustered than you're willing to admit.

very protective over you. not because he thinks you're weak–you're one of the strongest people he knows–but he's very gentle with you anyways. he does everything he can to make sure you don't get hurt, and is very, very attentive to you. you've been doing everything yourself for so long, he just wants to take care of you.

you're both a very fashionable couple. long trench coats, nail designs, matching colour schemes. everybody is intimidated by you until they catch you giggling together in a corner.

loves having you in his lap. he'll wrap his hands around your waist and rest his cheek on your shoulder, quietly telling you how much he appreciates everything about you.

he will casually say the most devastating things, randomly, while he traces little shapes on your hip. baobei, i'd give you all the stars if you ask. you're my warm patch of sunlight, my safe space. everything slows down when i'm with you. little i love you's scattered all over the things he says to you.

he gets uncharacteristically shy when you compliment him. the first time you do it, it's when he got his nails done differently and you told him it was pretty and his ears went very red. you've taken advantage of it ever since.

takes you on romantic dinner dates, well thought out and so, so perfect.

he teaches you how to slow dance, even through all the times you accidentally step on his foot. he twirls you and kisses you so sweetly, you could turn to putty in his hands.

a Very good kisser. i could expand on this but the brain worms are simply too strong. but he's Good with his tongue. the first time you really kiss him, you pull away very breathless and tell him just that. the only thing he answers you with is a small smug smile and a gentle peck, so different from the heated makeout session.

takes the best photos of you and hypes you up while he does it. the only reason your instagram feed looks so good is because of his amazing photography skills.

[speed-world]

Hello i am Engineer Anon. I humbly request that if you can do a Baker reader.

The Baker meets Stormbringer Cookie and her Sky Deities, and I want to see there thoughts on the Baker, like their thought on when they first encounter eachother and how they grow closer to the Eachother.

From- Engineer Anon🔧

Stormbringer Cookie wasn’t shaken when she first met you; in fact she was incredibly interested. It can be dangerous for a cookie to come face to face with a Baker, but it’s not an issue in the slightest for Stormbringer. She’ll say how fortunate you are to meet the Sky God, and will bless you with a very small spectacle of her prowess (it’s still an incredible sight in spite of it being a sliver at a look of her power).

She wasn’t expecting to see you after your first encounter; she figured you’d be busy creating other cookies while she’s handling the creation of Life Powder. However, she would be lying if she said she wasn’t a little curious to know more about you…

You both share a few stories about one another, giving each other more insight to some of the responsibilities you both have. Despite being a god, it seemed that there are a few things that even Stormbringer could learn from another being. Let it be a Baker to introduce her to another side of life, and Stormbringer doesn’t complain!

Stormbringer figured it wouldn’t be a problem to introduce you to the cookies she created. After all, you showed her your creations, so why not return the favor! You were amazed that the other cookies she created weren’t like what you baked, because she created other deities (almost) like herself!

Cloud Deity Cookie was surprised when you two first met. He considered himself fortunate to meet you - different from what Stormbringer was like - and is curious to know how you were able to so easily befriend Stormbringer Cookie!

You were curious seeing how his creation of clouds contributed to the cycle of life powder; which surprised him since he figured it wasn’t as impressive as what you-a Baker-can do. After seeing a display of the various things he could do by manipulating the clouds, you would only applaud in awe, which made him lightly blush from the cheering.

You two grew incredibly close as Cloud Deity Cookie learned more about your process of baking cookies. You offered the idea of borrowing some of the clouds he makes for your own recipes, which he almost immediately said yes to-…if it weren’t for the Great Sky God immediately rejecting the notion.

Wind Deity Cookie was stand off-ish at your first encounter, practically doing everything they could to ignore your presence. They didn’t have any hostile feelings to you, don’t get the wrong idea, they were just confused as to why you were here. A baker going out of their way to meet cookies? Did you have something you weren’t telling them?

After seeing how Stormbringer accepted you, which is almost uncharacteristic of her, Wind Deity would reluctantly accept you too. They admittedly liked your stories of baking cookies, and were curious to know how a baker’s process of making cookies differed from Stormbringer’s. Some of the cookies you mentioned and described sounded like some cookies Wind Deity saw before, which made them even more interested!

You were excited to see how comfortable Stormbringer Cookie and Wind Deity Cookie were together, which you totally teased Wind Deity about. They weren’t super happy when you did tease them, but Wind Deity let it slide as they knew Stormbringer was fine with the teasing. After all, Stormbringer would only tease you about some of your stories, which would make Wind Deity and you share a laugh!

Rain Deity Cookie is as welcoming as she is intrigued by you. It makes sense that a baker would meet deity cookies out of any others, but it was still a wonder as to why you would.

She thinks you’re quite incredible for what you do: making unique cookies isn’t easy at all. After all, she only contributes to one part of the process of making life powder, whereas you go through adding life powder to baking specialized cookies with several different recipes and ingredients! You think she’s even more incredible with her rain giving life powder to the earth, and she’s doing everything she can to hide her flushed face.

You both used your talents together as the cookies you baked would dance in the rain she created. It was a lovely spectacle that made you both want to create a whole show combining your abilities! Of course, it would have to be green-lit by Stormbringer first, but you enjoyed seeing how your creations interacted with the deities in a neat way!

[hannieehaee]

omg first of all i want to say that i love your writing, you’re amazing 😫

secondly, i saw that you opened your request for 1k followers, so i was wondering if you could do and angst-to-fluff reaction including hip hop unit? the specific one i had in my mind was about finding out that you’re pregnant and some initial anger/shock/disbelief coming from the boys, but i totally understand if you won’t do it, because i know not everyone may be comfortable with this topic. if so, feel free to ignore it or do whatever else you want 🫶🏼

lots of love, anon 🥰

finding out you're pregnant - hhu

hhu, vu, pu

content: mentions of pregnancy, mentions of marriage, established relationship, initial negative reactions, fluffy outcome for all of them.

wc: 635

a/n: thank u so much for ur kind words anon T-T and tysm for requesting!! sorry i took so long ;-; it was a lil hard for me to gauge a negative reaction out of them tbh i like to assume theyd be supportive straight away but i hope u liked what i came up with anyway <3

masterlist

seungcheol -

he had always wanted to be a dad. it was one of his biggest dreams ever since he could remember. the moment he met you, he was sure he wanted to be the father of your children, often even daydreaming about it whenever he'd see you play family with him and kkuma. he was unsure as to why his first reaction upon you skeptically telling him you might be pregnant was to ice you out. he felt like a total asshole, not knowing how else to react to such life-changing news. he knew it was just the initial shock of it. he did want kids. he was ecstatic. he was just too shocked to react properly, hurting your feelings in the process.

it would take him a lot of apologizing to get you to forgive him for bis stupidity, having grown terrified that he mightve been mad at the news. he'd reassure you that he was happier than ever, almost crying at the thought of a daughter to raise with the love of his life. would eternally feel guilty he had made you doubt how much he'd love a family with you even for a second.

wonwoo -

this was all he had ever wanted ever since the two of you got together. he had immediately envisioned a family with you, a house, a long future together. he would've unfortunately reacted a bit too shocked at the news when you had first broke them to him. it was just .. you hadn't planned it. yes, he wanted it, but he didn't think it'd come this soon in your relationship. he would be initially too shocked to show any genuine happiness at it. in no way would he express disappointment or any negative feeling, but his lack of enthusiasm would have you rethinking things.

it wouldn't be until later in the day when he'd snap at himself, realizing how good these news were. would uncharacteristically begin getting emotional from how happy he was at the prospect of starting a family with you, apologizing for not showing his true emotions to you immediately after hearing the news.

mingyu -

he'd enter a state of shock, which was very out of character for the usually excitable man. his immediate lack of reaction would have you retracting, feeling like you'd somehow done something wrong. he'd immediately feel terrible about it, lightheartedly reassuring you that he was happy about it and that he'd support you no matter what.

i feel like he'd be the type to ponder over it for a few days, probably even coming to the conclusion of proposing to you if he knew you decided to have the baby. at that point he'd be happier than ever to know he was now starting a family with you.

vernon -

he was still so young. yeah, he wanted to be a dad, specially to your children, but he was at the height of his career, meaning that the time he was home was already limited as it was. he had always assumed he'd get to have a few years off after being an idol for as long as he was, allowing him to lock himself away and start a family with you. this was not how he planned it, something he had stupidly let you know when you told him the news, completely forgetting to tell you how incredibly happy the news of starting a family with you made him.

he'd feel devastated at the dejection in your demeanor after his stupid reaction, immediately backtracking and telling you how happy he was, how badly he wanted to start a family with you. there would be a lot of hurdles considering his life, but he would be willing to go through all of them if it meant building a family with you.

[mailjeevasfan]

Hi hii how was your day or night Going? I wanted to request the death note characters with a gn s/o who that day decided to wear lipstick and take their partners by surprise and gives them quick kisses all over their faces leaving them with lipstick marks and then continues on their way as if nothing had happened. Thank You in advance

sorry if these were kinda short but i hope this is what you were looking for!

-death note x gn!reader

-light, misa, l lawliet, matt, mello, near, matsuda

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dn characters if you left lipstick marks on their face ❦

light yagami

i feel like he’d be uncharacteristically taken aback by something like this. i hate to say it but he probably would be kind of frustrated at this, when he’s around the task force at least. he just needs his image to be professional and serious. but in private he’d probably find it kind of cute, and if it was before he started working on the kira case.

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misa amane

it goes without saying that she’d live for this. in fact, i think it would be more likely for her to do it to you. but in the situation of you doing this to her, she’d get kind of flustered in an adorable way but be super excitable at the same time. as i kind of said earlier, she’d probably do it back to you as well, and would totally take pictures.

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l lawliet

depends on his mood that day probably. if he’s busy with stuff he might be kind of agitated but you’d most likely know not to disturb him if that was the case. that being said, if he wasn’t busy and he was also in a fun mood i feel like he’d love it. like even around the task force he’d find it adorable. i can’t help but see L as someone who actually loves little cute things like that IM SORRY

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matt

he would 100% love when you do stuff like this. he already thinks you look so cute when you wear lipstick but if you were to do this he’d go crazy fr. he would take tons of selfies with you showing the marks and show EVERYONE lmfaooo

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mello

basically the same to matt. even though he’s high strung and has a short temper, i think he’d find this very cute. he’d like the slightly possessive undertones the most if that makes any sense??? in general, he likes to show you off to the mafia members all the time so this is just another one of those things. essentially, he’d wear those lipstick marks with PRIDE

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near

he’s obviously a very logical and analytical person, so he’d be confused at first. but ultimately he’d be flattered. he’s not used to this kind of thing so he’d try to analyse this action a bit more, even if there isn’t much to analyse, he just doesn’t know this yet.

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matsuda

would be ALL OVER THIS. he’d be soooo flustered and embarrassed but also would be so happy that you’re being so affectionate, and ofc would return this affection. task force would 100% side eye him and he wouldn’t be fazed by any of it he just loves this gesture and doesn’t care about their opinions at this point.

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[ballblender]

Could I request some headcanons for GoM + Kiyoshi helping their scared s/o on the train? I’ve never been on one before and I’d be so nervous. Death grip on their hands fr

a/n: Thanks for the ask!! I'll also include Kagami if that's okay! :) Btw anon, i recommend trying out the train (unless you live rural and far away from a station, or already know how to drive lol), it's honestly so convenient :) also jshdghd they might ooc because i honestly haven't watched the show in almost a year

GoM + Kiyoshi comforting their scared S/O on the train

cw: fluff, gn reader, idk - trains???, not proofread, my writing is never proofread LOL

Kuroko

"Y/N...what are you doing?"

It's a strange sight to see his usually smiley and happy partner currently cowering as the train rumbles. The carriage is full of passengers, standing tall above the pair.

"Don't laugh but, I...I don't use the train very often...or ever, at that."

Kuroko's face contorts to confusion.

"...so, this must be scary for you, right, Y/N?" Kuroko asks, smiling reassuringly as you bod in response.

"That's okay, I'm here with you. Just hold my hand."

He wasn't expecting you to grab onto him like he was your saviour, but giggled softly anyway.

He kisses your cheek, whispering how he'll have to take you out on dates more often so you can get used to the train.

Kagami

(having a little liberty this time since he wasn't technically part of the ask)

When your boyfriend told you that he'd show you around America, you were excited, as you should've been. Not much about the place seemed to matter to you right now though, as you stand, cramped up in the damp-smelling train of the New York City Subway.

Kagami himself appears unfazed by the way the carriage rumbles, the random coughing from every direction, the flickering lights, not even the rat licking up an old coffee stain on the floor.

"Taiga..."

"Yeah, what's up?"

"...I-I wasn't prepared for America to be this...how do i put it...ratholey?

Kagami laughs out loud, smiling broadly.

"That's a good way to describe New York."

You chuckle along with him, each other's laughter serving as a better light than whatever was short-circuiting above you both.

You hold his hand, and he holds yours, resting his palm on your thigh, as he rubs your knee with his thumb.

"LA is better than this, I promise."

Aomine

"Idiot...why are you scared?"

You can practically feel Aomine's mocking smirk forming, even if your eyes are shut and your face is buried in his chest.

"I don't use trains...you know I walk to school..."

Aomine's eyes roll as he sighs.

"Well, better get used to it now, or how are you gonna live in this city as an adult?"

It's these occasional moments of wisdom that draw you to Aomine. Until he of course ruins it.

"Unless you want me to piggyback you everywhere like a baby."

"Shut up."

He chuckles, stroking a few loose strands of your hair from your face.

"Kidding. I'm not gonna break my back carrying your ass."

You huff in annoyance at his comment, your hands finding his as your face buries into his chest even harder. He chuckles, squeezing your hand and kissing the crown of your head.

"I told you to shut up."

Midorima

"Oha Asa predicted (Your Star Sign) would not suffer any misfortunes today, you shouldn't worry." Midorima says this so matter-of-factly, it's scary.

"I-I know that...but it's still scary, Shin."

Midorima casually wraps a hand around your shoulder and pulls you slightly closer to him.

"You really should travel by train more often. In the future, what if a job you want requires you to travel by train? Don't be scared." he says his last sentence with a little smile, an uncharacteristic one at that, yet you find it so endearing.

Midorima has always been like this, acting less like a boyfriend, and more like a proper spouse, a husband you can share anything with, and be free of judgement, well, except from Oha Asa's.

You then feel him slip a small bangle onto your wrist.

"Your lucky item today is a silver bangle. But, I want you to wear it whenever you go on a train, okay? In fact, wear it everywhere, then I'll be with you."

You look down at the bangle, admiring the small 'M' engraved along it.

"I will...I'll wear it all the time. Thank you, Shin."

As he takes hold of your hand, you suppress a giggle; he'd already given you your lucky item earlier that day, a animal eraser. He must've been looking for an excuse to spoil you.

Murasakibara

The carriage rumbling: the murmurs of students: the ringing of phones. It was a lot to take in, especially since the last time you used the train was when you were a kid.

It especially didn't help that your giant of a boyfriend was crunching on snacks, the sound only adding to your unease.

"Mmph...this flavour's nice."

"Atsushi."

He turns to you and swallows the mouthful.

"Yeah, Y/N?"

"Could you...hold my hand?"

"Ehh? But how will I eat my snacks?"

"...use your other hand."

"But that hand's for holding the bag!"

This little dispute carries on for a while until he suggests, and you (hesitantly) decide to sit on his lap, perched on his thighs as he continues chomping away.

Weirdly, you do feel safe. Too bad you'll be getting crumbs all over you.

Kise

"So then my boss told me that-"

Although Kise is great at telling his stories, both about his modeling work and about Kasamatsu's never-ending impatience with him, you truly couldn't care less in this moment.

Your shoulders press together as the carriage shakes. The contact is hot and unpleasant, despite Kise's joyful face.

Your forehead begins to sweat, the air in the train is damp and humid.

"Kise, c-can you stop talking for just a second?"

"E-eh? Why? I was just getting to the good part!"

"I really don't feel well..."

Upon your words, Kise looks up at the announcement bar, and grabs your hand.

"Come on, Y/N, let's get off at this station."

"Huh? This isn't our stop though..."

He chuckles, the train coming to a stop, as he leads you out.

"I can't have you fainting on me! Let's cool down with a drink or something, my treat!"

You smile at the offer.

"Alright."

Akashi

While you and Akashi would usually walk together, or get rides in his limo, today he decided to use the train. You honestly didn't question it, Akashi always had his reasons for doing what he did.

What you forgot, however, was that you've never actually been on the train before.

It's more...suffocating than you were imagining, despite passing by the beautiful hills and landscapes. Akashi is drawn to them, staring out of the window with a small smile painted across his face.

You, however, can't ignore the other passengers. The sneezing lady, the sniffling office worker, the crying baby. It's a lot all at once.

"Y/N? ...What are you doing?"

You realize that, subconsciously, you covered your ears with your hands.

"Ah, sorry."

"...Do you not like the train?"

"...I...i've just never been on one before..."

A slight silence forms between the two of you.

Akashi's fingers slowly find yours.

As your hands squeeze together, you know it'll be alright.

Kiyoshi

You're with the rest of the Seirin team, walking back from a game (Kiyoshi managed to convince Riko to let you watch from the bench), when Riko rounds up everybody to get their attention.

"Okay everybody! We have to meet up early tomorrow, so let's get the next train out of here."

Everybody nods in agreement, and you realise, you've never actually been on a train before. Kiyoshi's hand squeezes yours as soon as your expression changes.

"Y/N? What's wrong?"

"I've...never been on a train before."

He blinks for a moment.

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah..."

Kiyoshi chuckles.

"Well, what is it that you're so afraid of?"

"Just...never thought i'd have to go on one."

Kiyoshi chuckles again, shaking his head slightly.

"We'll have to go on dates more often to help you get used to it then."

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a/n 2: sorry for the lack of posts, and more sorry to this anon for how late this post is. ill try better to post more often hehe

[bri-cheeses]

| Rosekiller microfic | Word count: 842 | Part 1 of 2 |

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“Gather ‘round, class, and watch carefully!” Professor Flitwick called out, an uncharacteristic gleam in his eyes. His voice came out slightly squeakier than usual, which Evan attributed to excitement—for the professor was certainly excited about whatever today’s lesson held for them.

Not that Evan couldn’t guess what all this commotion was about.

“Five chocolate frogs says we’re going to try to cast a Patronus today,” Barty said, leaning over to speak into Evan’s ear. His breath ghosted over Evan’s skin as he did so, which had him repressing a shiver. He gathered himself.

“I’m not taking that bet,” he responded, just as Flitwick finished climbing onto a stack of books and turned to face the class.

“As you all know,” Flitwick said grandly, “we’ve been studying the Patronus charm for the past week. Today, we put our studies to use! Now, pay attention to how I pronounce the incantation, and to my wand work. Everyone ready?”

Flitwick was certainly getting a big head from having the entire’s class focus trained on him for what was probably the first time ever, but even Evan leaned in just a bit more to see better. He couldn’t stop his curiosity from growing, because the Patronus charm was definitely the single most interesting thing they had studied all year—which was certainly saying something, since this was their NEWT year.

Clearly well-practiced in teaching this lesson to a rapt audience, Flitwick waited until the moment was practically swelling with anticipation before casting the charm.

“Expecto patronum!” he said, clearly and forcefully, holding his wand just so.

And suddenly, a rushing force of power was coming from Flitwick’s direction, bright light consolidating into a hard shield.

Students cried out in equal parts awe and fear, some moving to shield their eyes. Next to him, Barty breathed out a little, “Wow.”

Evan found that he shared the sentiment. Something that powerful was incredible by itself—add that to the intent and feeling that Evan knew was behind the charm, and, well. It wasn’t any surprise that students were already bunching together in little places, each and every one eager to start trying to cast their own Patronus.

Perhaps sensing this, Flitwick cut off the spell with an abrupt flick of his wand, speaking loudly in order to be heard over the murmurings of the class.

“Students!” he called, to mixed success. “I don’t expect every one of you to get it today—in fact, I expect very little of you to be successful right away, but I believe that with enough practice, every single one of you should get it within a week or so. Now gather into groups and start casting the charm, and remember what we’ve been studying!”

With that, the level of noise in the classroom reached a loud buzz as students clustered into groups and started taking turns. Occasionally, the overexcited voice of a student could be heard exclaiming, “Expecto patronum!” which, depending on the level of success the student reached, was either met with laughter or noises of approval.

“Well, what do you say, Rosie? Shall we have a go?” Barty’s grin was sharp and exhilarating, and even if he had wanted to, Evan was physically incapable of saying no to Barty when he was like this.

“We shall,” answered Evan, moving away from their two desks so that they could have more room. “And remember, we’re supposed to think of clear, happy memories.”

Barty waved a hand at him. “Right, right. Just let me think for a second.”

“I’ll go first if you want me to,” Evan offered. He already had a memory in mind, a nostalgic one from fifth year that had been the very first thing he thought of when Flitwick said “happy memory.”

Barty nodded. “Okay, you can go.”

With a harsh swallow, Evan pushed back the sleeves of his robes and raised his wand. Calling to mind blue skies, a warm breeze, and the laughing faces of his friends gathered around a picnic blanket, he said, “Expecto patronum!”

A warm feeling shot through his body, and he gasped as a few wisps of light came out of his wand. But just as soon as they had come, they were gone, scattered to the chaos of the classroom.

“Did you see that, Bee?” Evan asked excitedly. Truly, he hadn’t been expecting to manage anything on his first attempt, so it had come as a a bit of a shock.

Barty smiled. “I did!” And then, growing quiet and a bit more serious, he asked, “What did you think about?”

“I thought about that day in fifth year, when we had that picnic out in the forest.”

Barty nodded somewhat distractedly and said, “Right.” His eyes drifted off to the side, and he frowned ever so slightly, a crease appearing in between his eyebrows as if he was thinking hard about something.

And then all at once, before Evan could fully register what was happening, Barty’s expression cleared and he raised his arm. With a focused expression on his face, he echoed what Evan had just said not a minute ago.

“Expecto patronum!”

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(Part 2 is here)

[platimoonie]

in which, you are getting ready to celebrate holi with your fiance.

pairings; chris prince x reader

word count; 584

cw; just fluff, gender of reader not specified, reader wears a kurti, this is lowk cheesy lol, so sorry if chris is ooc its my first time writing him

words; pari = angel/fairy

(also idk who that couple is but many thanks to them for putting these pics on pinterest)

a/n: hii @meowmaii !! im reallyy sorry this took so long and also it's kinda short. im not sure that this is exactly what you wanted, but this was all i could come up with so pls excuse me im really sorry. if u want I'll rewrite this (T▽T人)

"so, how do i look?" chris asks you with an uncharacteristic nervous edge in his voice. with both hands still tending to the gold earring you were putting on, you turn away from the mirror to look at your fiance.

as soon as your eyes fall on him, they widen as you eagerly take in his form. "oh- oh my god baby you look so good!" you exclaim, unable to keep the awe out of your voice and you quickly fixed your earring, your hands now reaching forward to fix the collar of the white kurta he was wearing. and god, did he do it justice, the cloth fitting his muscular form perfectly, his veiny forearms peeking from just under where the sleeves ended.

chris grins, his ego now inflated back to normal. "think your parents will be impressed?" he asks. you huff, deciding to humor him. "i think maa is more excited about having you here than she is about me returning home after a good six months, so yes i'm pretty sure they will be." chris laughs, his chest rumbling like it always does when he guffaws.

soon, his eyes soften as he takes in your form. you're wearing a white kurti with some floral embroidery at the edges of the sleeves along with matching dupatta and salwar. "you look like a pari." your mouth falls open as you stare at him for a second when you hear him say pari in an english accent and as soon as you understand what he said, you immediately burst into giggles. "oh my god who taught you that?" you ask, as you catch your breath from laughing. chris blushes lightl, averting his gaze from you, all of a sudden very interested in your vanity mirror. "don't tell me... did you learn that from google translate..!?" once again a peal of laughter leaves your lips as you try your hardest to control it, and he presses his lips into a thin line, slightly embarrassed.

"gosh you're so sweet, you have no idea how much i love you" you mumble under your breath, shaking your head, and you smile as you kiss his cheek. "come on now, let's go. i think i heard didi call us." you say as you walk towards the door to your room, chris following you. honestly he gets so easily flustered because of you, its almost funny. its hard to believe hes such a confident and alluring figure to the public, an egotistical and expressive footballer, yet a lovesick puppy for you.

"are you guys coming?" your sister asks as she puts on her sandals, preparing to go out. you nod, "yeah go ahead we'll join you in a minute." your sister nods and leaves.

“before we leave-” you say spinning towards chris to face him, who looks at you, his eyebrows raised. “-happy holi!” you say, your hands quickly swiping some of the pink-colored powder from the tray kept on the stool near the door and coming up to his cheek and smearing it. chris's eyes widened in surprise, overtaken by the moment, the earthy smell of gulal filling his nose. he quickly recovers as he grins at you, reaching for the same powder and he too rubs it on your cheek, laughing as he does. you can't help yourself and laugh along with him. “should i take these bad boys?” he asks, gesturing towards the few water guns leaning against the stool. “you know it!” you say grinning as you take one and hand the other to him.

[intimidating-fettuccine]

maybe some of candy proposing to reader?? where, how he does it, whats going thru his head with nights (since its a pretty big decision) and just how it all goes down :)

thank uu <3

I wrote this assuming Terrors also likes the reader, I hope you enjoy <3

I feel like Candy, when he's finally going to propose to you, is incredibly torn on how he should do it. Should it be a big, grand affair to match the extent of his love for you, or should it be smaller and so much more intimate? I think it would be Terrors to pipe in when Candy is lying awake at night staring at the ceiling that it should probably be smaller, as that would be more special, and Candy is swayed immediately, mentally thanking him as Terrors is just left to sigh in response. I do think Candy would ask Terrors opinion on the ring, and the two of them would probably come up with a custom ring design together for you.

The place they mutually decide upon is probably in one of the rare, peaceful forests in the Underworld. The place he decides upon is surrounded by lush, hanging trees and vines, with a beautiful pond lit up by bioluminescent plants and creatures. When he takes you there, it's under the premise that he's just taking you on a date to see this nice wonderful place he's found, and the two of you have a lovely little picnic together. I feel like Candy would be feeling internally anxious the whole time, and Terrors has to remind him in his mind that everything will be okay, that the three of you had already discussed a proposal occurring before, and that you want this as well, which certainly helps Candy to steel his nerves. After eating, you stand and begin venturing around the edge of the pond, oohing and ahhing at all of the surrounding flora, and that's when Candy decides to make his move, following close behind you, and kneeling patiently behind you, waiting for you to turn around. When you do, it takes everything in him not to cry when your eyes light up at the sight of the ring with a gasp.

He has to take a deep breath as he tries to get through his proposal speech, sometimes having to choke down some tears as he smiles up at you and ends up going on a tangent. Before he can truly ask if you'd like to marry him, though, I think he would switch out with Terrors, and Terrors would also have a proposal speech written for you. The differences in their speeches are humorous and true to their characters, with Candy's being light-hearted and a bit goofy, and Terrors' being very romantic and eloquent in nature. While you can only hear one of them speak at a time, they both ask you at the same moment if you'll marry them and of course, you say yes and Terrors allows a few uncharacteristic tears to slip from his eyes as he glides the ring onto your finger, letting out a surprised yelp as you nearly tackle him to the ground in your excitement, pressing a loving kiss to you before switching out with Candy and allowing him to do the same. You're both a mess of tears and Candy squeezes you about as tight as he can without hurting you, just so happy and thankful to be able to marry you and spend the rest of your lives together. He's the happiest you've ever seen him, and it becomes a mutually shared best day of your lives, at least, until the wedding comes and overtakes it in joy and happiness.

[thedyingwriter]

somethings that i needed to get out regarding today's episode:

9-1-1 live airs in the US around 7 am Friday in my country and i get to watch it at 10:30 am on disney hotstar.

I couldn't wait so i was awake all night and was literally on twt since 6:30 am to get some clips.

that's where i find out that bucktommy break up.

i have been devastated all day. i have cried multiple times and i have literally lost count atp. it hurts like an actual breakup and i have absolutely no one irl to share this grief with.

the Abby being the ex-fiance wasn't even a major issue. i have been seen it done so well in so many fics.

Josh's speech was so beautiful and important but then to pull a breakup like that makes no fucking sense.

after what we saw in 8x5 breaking them made absolutely zero sense.

i was too overwhelmed so i tried to sleep and actually watched the entire episode around 11 am. I wanted to keep and open mind and analyse the episode.

twt is literally so toxic rn. I'm not even opening it.

after watching the entire episode i was even more confused as the breakup made zero sense.

we have had 8 seasons of character growth for buck, if they end up making him go back to casual relationships it just feels a complete wastage of 8 seasons of growth.

and from what we've seen in the past episodes the breakup was completely uncharacteristic to both buck and tommy.

it made no sense. why would tommy put so much effort if he knew it wouldn't last.

him constantly showing up for evan and talking about family just made zero sense for him to break up like that.

also it kinda felt weird to bring moving in together before saying i love yous.

and the way he said "the parking spot was too good to be true". this breakup doesn't feel good at all. he was obviously in pain and so was buck. this isn't doing any of them any good.

utter bullshit.

plus the "I'll see you around buck" broke me. like why the fuck would you do that to me and to buck.

it felt like someone put fucking alcohol all over a stab wound and then rubbed salt all over it.

LOW BLOW.

now coming to the post ep interviews which btw made it worse.

i was still under the impression that the way the breakup happened there was still hope for reconciliation because remember even tarlos went through breakups.

but then lou confirmed he might not be back and that this is it. specially that buck line. UGH.

and that #letbuckfuck interview with oliver really triggered me. I'm a bisexual woman and the reason i really loved buck's discovery of his sexuality was bcs Oliver was very determined in Givin a good bi rep.

but this doesn't feel that way. he could have said that he wants to see buck explore his sexuality more with both men and woman but the whole "girl, girl, guy. guy, girl, guy" montage was a very disturbing image.

it feels very stereotypical and biphobic.

it just hurts me so much. idk why i expected so much from a network tv show who has been queerbating for years.

i am gonna be watching this season just to see how they salvage buck's relationship and sexuality. it feels incomplete.

but if it goes in the buck 1.0 direction that's it for me.

i watch 911 as an escape from reality and if it goes so bad i am not continuing with the show.

it has already tested my limits and mental health enough.

also i need to point out that there are a lot of people who enjoy watching sports a lot more than they enjoy playing it. buck is a watcher. he would have loved seeing the Lakers match. just bcs he doesn't like to play doesn't mean he hates basketball.

a little extra side notes-

really excited for another buckley han kid. hope they don't ruin it. want to see how they deal with ppd this time.

also happy for eddie and really hoping he gets chris back soon.

ya'll need to understand how platonic friendship buddie is also so important rn then them getting together bcs eddie is def not ready to date.

if he starts dating he'll feel super guilty for putting his desire above chris all over again.

ALSO FOR PEOPLE IN THE BACK- EDMUNDO DIAZ IS CANON STRAIGHT.

[wheretfamilol]

The World Belonged to Them

Timeskip!Kozume Kenma x GN! Reader

TW- alcohol use, cigarette smoking, Minors DNI!!!! This is not smut but contains adult themes

(ART DOES NOT BELONG TO ME!!)

A/N - this story just randomly came to me after my clubbing experiences recently and I wanted to share. I did not proof read this in the slightest so I apologize for any errors. There is room for a Pt. 2 so if you’d like to be added to the tag list, let me know 😃

Kenma’s ears rang as he stumbled onto the back patio of the club, shutting the door behind him, between the shots he had taken with the rest of his friends and the loud music pounding in his head, he was disoriented to say the least. He sat on a bench close to the street, listening to the buzz of cars go by, his thoughts quickly interrupted when someone plopped down next to him, leaning up against the back of the bench.

“Got a light?”

They asked, putting a cigarette into their mouth lazily, clearly just as intoxicated as he was.

“I’m sorry. I don’t.”

He said, flashing them a soft frown. He was never a smoker. He rarely ever even drank. But with Shoyo and Bokuto back in town for a home game, he felt almost pressured to keep up with them. This was supposed to be fun.

“It’s okay. I probly have one somewhere.”

The mystery person slurred, emptying the entire contents of their purse onto the bench next to him, sorting through all of their many items, mostly just old receipts, to find the lighter they were looking for. They shoved all of their stuff back into their purse before lighting the cigarette in their mouth.

“You want one?”

They asked, grinning at him.

“I’m okay. I don’t really smoke.”

He said, trying to sound as sober as possible. He couldn’t tell if it was because he was intoxicated or because he was happy to be in a quieter area, but something about this situation made him smile. It felt so fun and exciting.

“That’s okay. I usually don’t smoke either but I might be more drunk than I intended.”

They said, taking a long drag of the cigarette in their mouth and exhaling it away from Kenma, as to not get it in his face.

“My friend turned 21 today. I wanted them to have a good day. We had so much fun so far.”

They said with a drunken grin, staring into Kenma’s dazed eyes.

“I can see that.”

He said with a smirk. He was drunk, but probably not on the same level as them. The way they relaxed themselves on the bench was comical to say the least.

“I don’t go out a whole lot anymore because I work so often. I’m just happy to get out of the house for a bit, yknow? I like to be free”

The mysterious person said with a happy sigh, resting their hand holding the cigarette on their knee. Normally small talk like this would send Kenma into a spiral but between the smell of smoke, the stars twinkling in the sky, and the very faint sound of music coming from the building next to him, the situation felt fun. He was having fun. Something about the way the person next to him looked so free and happy made him want to feel the same. In his drunken haze, he grinned at them.

“I get that. Sometimes it’s fun to be free, I guess.”

He said, with an uncharacteristic twinkle in his eyes.

“You wanna see something fun?”

The person asked, lightly touching his arm and staring him dead in the eyes.

“Sure.”

He said, against everything he stood for. They grabbed his hand, dragging him to the street corner where there was not a single car in sight, dragging him into the middle of the street where he tugged back, glancing frantically from side to side.

“I don’t think this is safe. What if a car comes?”

He said, trying to drag them back to safety.

“It’s okay! It’s so late nobody is out.”

They said with a giggle, grabbing both of his hands and spinning them both around.

“Don’t you feel so free! The world is so quiet! It belongs to us!”

They said, continuing to spin them both around in the middle of the completely empty street, the cool night breeze blowing both of their hair in all different directions. He grinned, feeling exactly what they were feeling. Their happiness and care free attitude was contagious.

“Yeah. I guess I do.”

He said, grinning back at them. At the sound of a car buzzing closer, they grabbed Kenma’s hands, dragging him back to the safety of the sidewalk and giggling, watching the car drive past. They both giggled until their stomachs hurt, leaning themselves against the fence closest to the sidewalk.

“KENMA!”

They both whipped around, glancing at the tall dark haired male calling his name and storming towards the both of them.

“The fuck are you doing? We’ve been looking for you. Who’s this?”

He asked, glancing down at the person grinning at Kenma, holding his hand. Suddenly, the realization hit and he shot Kenma a knowing smirk, which made Kenma’s cheeks heat up.

“Sorry Kuroo.”

He said, letting go of the persons hand, making them frown. Kuroo stepped in, knowing both of them were too drunk to properly make a move.

“I’m Kenma’s designated driver so unfortunately I’ve gotta take him home. What was your name?”

Kuroo asked, grinning down at them.

“(L/N) (F/N). You can call me (F/N) though. I like it better.”

They said with a grin.

“Kenma, huh?”

They asked, remembering they hadn’t even gotten the poor boy’s name. He nodded in response, smiling at them with his glassy eyes, swaying from side to side from a mixture of the spinning and the alcohol.

“You got a ride home, (F/N)?”

Kuroo asked, looking down at them with a mixture of amusement and pity.

“I’ll be okay! My friends are all inside they’ll make sure I get back okay. I just needed some air. Sorry for borrowing your friend”

They said with an apologetic smile. Kuroo smiled back, playfully hitting Kenma’s arm.

“Kenma. Get your phone out. Go ahead and exchange numbers”

He said, knowing the two were not focused enough to initiate such a move. Kenma pulled his phone out, handing it to them with a grin. They grabbed the phone eagerly, typing in their number and their name in all caps with several emojis next to it before handing it back.

“Text me.”

They said, leaning against the fence. He texted them a barely coherent text, making their phone buzz in their pocket. They stared at the text, their eyes sparkling at the message.

‘I think ur prety 😃’

They gave him a thumbs up, showing they got the message.

“Thanks for hanging out with me, Kenma. Let’s hang out for real sometime!”

They said as Kuroo escorted them back to the door of the club so that they could safely find their friends, wanting to ensure that his best friend’s new beauty made it back home in one piece.

“Yeah. Let’s.”

He said with a soft smile, lazily waving goodbye as he got dragged back to the car by his best friend. There were no promises that either of them would remember this interaction but tonight, the world was quiet, and it belonged to them.

[milly1111]

Revenge Prt 3

Just as a heads up the next chapter gets WILD. The warnings are still: EVERYTHING lmao you've been warned, enjoy~ (It's not in this one but there's still some flirting like come on, Beej is a fucking perv.)

Ohh and here's prt 1, prt 2 :)

Beetlejuice chuckled as he threaded the chosen reel onto the projector, the whirring machinery coming to life with a nostalgic hum. “Popcorn, eh? Well, I might just conjure up some snacks for us while we watch. Consider it a house specialty.”

He snapped his fingers, and a platter of what appeared to be freshly popped popcorn materialized before them. “Enjoy, babes!” Beetlejuice settled into the seat beside her, the screen flickering to life as the film began to roll.

Lydia's mouth opened in awe at the popcorn in front of her. She reached for some and then paused before she shoved the popcorn in her mouth. She looked over at Beetlejuice with hesitation. "..This is edible, right?" She asked softly, coming from the girl that wants to kill herself.

Beetlejuice laughed, shaking his head amused by her question. Did she REALLY think after everything they went through that he was going to murder her with popcorn? “Edible? Of course, it's edible, Lyds! Although, I must warn you, the aftertaste might just haunt you..”

He leaned in closer, Lydia froze but didn't pull back watching him intently. His voice dropping to a whisper, “This particular blend contains a dash of teleplasm essence. It's a family secret, passed down through generations… Adds a certain je ne sais quoi to the flavor, wouldn't ya agree?” He was just teasing her, this wasn't some secret recipe. But he did add some unusual flavor just to get a reaction, or so he hoped.

As Lydia chewed tentatively, Beetlejuice watched her reaction closely, eager to get a reaction of some sort. “So….?” The ghost with the most just wanted his ego stroked at this point. Almost immediately, Lydia's eyes lit up. She thought the popcorn was delicious. She went back for more, and in fact, brought the entire bucket of popcorn into her lap. She scooted a little closer so she could share with Beetlejuice as she munched away. She was so happy..she couldn't remember the last time she felt this way... Maybe when her mom was still alive?

"This is delicious! Beej, are you telling me you're a chef now too?” Lydia questioned, snickering at her own ‘joke’ before her eyes fixed on the screen, “Anyways, what are we about to watch?" she asked.

Beetlejuice beamed with pride as Lydia devoured the popcorn, clearly delighted by the taste. He chuckled, finding joy in bringing a smile to her face. Usually it was his goal to make a breather scream, or cry. This was all very unusual for him..“..My culinary skills are.. Not something to be proud of. This popcorn is simply a result of my unique...taste.”He gestured towards the screen, where the opening credits of the movie flickering over the dusty screen, ‘CORPSE BRIDE’.

Lydia’s eyes widened in shock as she saw the name pop up, and she couldn't help but let out an involuntary squeal of excitement. She immediately froze, blinking in disbelief. Did she just squeal? Her cheeks flushed a deep red, and she quickly scowled to cover her embarrassment. This poltergeist's infectious happiness might be rubbing off on her, which was unsettling. He was going out of his way to make her happy and give her everything she wanted. It all felt so surreal, almost too good to be true.

"I..." Lydia cleared her throat awkwardly, shifting her gaze back to the movie. "I really like this movie," she said, trying to regain her composure. She hoped he hadn't noticed her momentary slip-up into uncharacteristic giddiness.

Beetlejuice grinned widely, pleased by Lydia's reaction to Corpse Bride. “Babes! That's one of my personal favorites too. There's just something about the grim romance, it gets me every time!” He settled back into his seat, making sure to keep a comfortable distance from Lydia despite her growing closeness. His eyes never left the screen but his mind began to wander.

“..Ya know, Liddy, it's been a real blast having you around. I mean, don't get me wrong, this isn't a typical way I'd spend my nights, but there's something special about–” Beetlejuice cleared his throat, was he nervous? “It's… well, I suppose it's hard to explain, but it feels almost... normal.”

Lydia heard Beetlejuice speak, ripping her attention from the film. She blinked looking over to Beetlejuice. "Normal?" She scoffed, taking more popcorn into her mouth munching before continuing, "Never heard that one before.. People around me don't consider me 'normal' just ask the guys in that van that threw apples at me after calling me a 'freak...' But Beetlejuice, the fact you make me feel.. Less invisible. You just met me on the roof tonight when I wanted to jump off and end my miserable life. And well..You went out of your way just to make me happy and already done more than my dad and Delia put together have done for me. I have no idea why you did it.. But...Thank you." Once again Lydia had accidentally said his name but still didn't know about the summoning. She thought he was just a simple ghost.

Beetlejuice's expression softened and if possible his dead heart warmed to her words, he's never been thanked before, “Ah, ah, ah, Lydia…You're not a freak. You're a remarkable young woman who's been dealt a tough hand in life. But you know what they say - when life gives you lemons, make lemonade. Or in my case, when life traps you in the Neitherworld, throw a party!” He chuckled, trying to keep things light, but his eyes remained serious as he kept his eyes on Lydia. “I did what I did because... well, let's just say it's been a while since I've connected with someone on a deeper level. You see things, Lydia..Things most people choose to ignore or dismiss. There's just something about you..” Lydia smiled at Beetlejuice's words as she turned back to the movie. She put the popcorn up on the smaller table next to them feeling full enough from the popcorn splurge. She leaned back, focusing on the movie, but Beetlejuice was not finished.

Beetlejuice followed Lydia's gaze back to the screen, he wasn't sure why but he was itching to say more. He leaned back, crossing his arms behind his head as he settled into the old dusty seat. ”Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be human again. To feel the sun on my skin, to taste fresh air, to experience life in all its messy glory. But then I look at you, and I realize that maybe being a ghost isn't so bad after all. At least here, I can observe without being observed, manipulate without consequence…” He trailed off, lost in thought for a moment before snapping back to reality. “Oh, sorry about that. Got a bit philosophical there for a second. Anyways..”

Lydia's mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions. She turned to him, her eyes narrowing. "Hey, what do you mean by you look at me and then realize being a ghost isn't so bad? What's that supposed to mean?" she demanded, huffing and crossing her arms defensively. "Is there even a way for you to become human again?" She couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and frustration, wondering what he truly meant and what it could mean for them.

Beetlejuice held up his hands in a defensive gesture, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. “Whoa, easy there, Lyds! No need to get all worked up. I'm just saying that, as much as I complain about being stuck in the Neitherworld, there are certain... perks to the job…Like being able to hang out with fascinating breathers like yourself, for instance. Don't get me wrong, I'd love to experience the world of the living again someday.” Beetlejuice explained, “As for becoming human again, well... let's just say it's not exactly a straightforward process.”

Lydia calmed down a bit after hearing him say that. Little did Lydia know there was a lot more she didn't know about Beetlejuice. "Huh, not straightforward? What's the process like?"

Beetlejuice shrugged nonchalantly, as if this was just another casual conversation. “Well, it's a long story, but basically, I need to find myself a wife. Not just any wife, mind you, but a living, breathing, flesh-and-blood mortal who's willing to tie the knot with a dead sexy guy like me.” He flashed Lydia a charming grin, his rotting teeth on full display, his eyes nearly glowing with excitement. 

“Of course, the catch is that this future wife of mine has to say my name three times. Essentially, I need a medium who can communicate with the dead. Once that happens, poof! I'm transported back to the land of the living.. Finally once I get her to marry me, I'll be free from my name curse.” He was just hinting towards the fact that Lydia was the key to his plan. His new end goal was to get her to call his name three times. She had caught his interest, and that was no small feat for someone like him. He was well known for being a mad man, a horndog. Folks back in the neitherworld world would joke Beetlejuice would fuck anything with a hole. No one ever held the power to tie down the Juice. 

However, these last few hours had been everything to him. He felt as if he'd known the goth girl for a lifetime. Plus he didn't see her as a piece of meat, like he had treated many whores. Believe it or not, Beetlejuice selfishly wanted Lydia to be the one he'd marry for a green card, crazy as it sounds since he’d just met her.

Lydia looked shocked as Beetlejuice explained everything to her. She leaned to the side, now facing him. This probably threw him off because he had just announced that he was a freaking demon. "You're a demon..? Not just a ghost?" she asked slowly, repeating what he said to make sure she understood him correctly. "And to summon you, someone calls your name three times? And if you want to live, you have to find a willing wife who's alive, who will marry you?" She tilted her head to the side, still trying to process everything.

Beetlejuice nodded enthusiastically, clearly delighted by Lydia's reaction. “That's right, sweetheart! I'm a demon, a poltergeist, a whole mess of nonsense, one sexy package. And yes, the key to getting me out of this hellhole is finding a lovely lady who's willing to take me off the market…permanently.” Beetlejuice leaned forward so close that his cold breath brushed against her lips. His hand gripped the movie theater seat tightly to avoid crushing her petite form with his beer belly. To her own surprise, Lydia didn't back away. She just sat there for a long moment, their eyes locked as a dark blush appeared on her cheeks. A very low, satisfied chuckle escaped Beetlejuice. This girl isn’t running, yet.

“Can you imagine it, babes? Me, settling down with some breather chick? And only wanting..Just her? Once I find myself a wife, I hope you know I'm a one woman kind of guy. I don't share what's mine..Between you and me, though, I've got my eye on one..It's a match made in heaven, or rather..” Beetlejuice leaned down even more, his lips just barely brushing over hers while maintaining eye contact. As he did this, Lydia felt like her face was on fire, and her breath caught in her throat. At this point she could hear her heart pounding in her chest. Then, unexpectedly, he pulled back, sitting properly in his seat and glancing over at her flushed face. Satisfied that he caused her to react like that. “Well, that doesn't matter! Heaven, hell.. This wife of mine, will make hell itself feel like heaven.”

Lydia, catching her breath and still flushed, couldn’t help but burst into laughter. There was something about this guy—or rather, this poltergeist—that made her laugh so easily. She found him amusing as hell. No pun intended. "Ah, maybe. I mean, are you a loyal kinda guy? What kind of demon wants only one woman? I mean, who am I to judge? I just met you. I don’t know anything about you." Lydia shrugged, unsure. "But whoever decides to marry you will have their hands full. But she will be very happy. B, you really do go out of your way, I guess, when you want to." Lydia admitted out loud, then paused, arching an eyebrow. "Oh, and I must know, have you scared her off?"

Beetlejuice let out a low chuckle, clearly amused by Lydia's skepticism. “Loyal? Me? Ha! Let's just say I'm more of a free spirit, always chasing the next thrill. Marriage might cramp my style a bit, but hey, for the right gal, I could try to behave myself. And let's just say there might be one woman I have my eyes on who could hold the juice down permanently and I’d be utterly satisfied.” He winked at Lydia, his expression turning sly. “As for scaring her off... well, we'll just have to see.” He grinned dreamily at Lydia, throwing another hint her way. He definitely didn’t want to scare her off, which is why he was playing it cool.

Lydia arched an eyebrow to that, "Well in that case if you find a woman that locks you down like that, then I'll be shocked. You sound like a wild man, a woman that walks into your life....afterlife and changes all that for you. She's gonna have to be a winner." 

Beetlejuice snorted, “And you? Well, darling, you're a unique snowflake, aren't you? Most breathers would've been screaming and running for the hills by now, but not you. No, you seem to have a certain... appreciation for my grim dead ass.” He paused briefly before continuing, “And let's be real, Lydia, you're not exactly the typical princess type. There's something about you that screams 'trouble.' And… I like that.” Beetlejuice spread his legs, a self-satisfied smirk playing on his lips. “So, while I may be looking for a bride, I wouldn't count you out just yet. Who knows? Maybe you'll be the one to tame this wild beast.” His voice lowered as he playfully wiggled his eyebrows at her, causing her disappearing blush to return as she scoffed and looked away.

Lydia's mouth opened then closed it before opening her mouth again, "Snowflake? Hardly, they're too bright. I'd give myself a headache." She rolled her eyes, keeping her arms crossed. "Me? Bride? Marriage? I don't know about that... You might have to find someone better." She mumbled, just as she said that her cell phone started ringing.  She chose to ignore it for now, far too intrigued by Beetlejuice to answer.

He chuckled at Lydia's dismissal, unfazed by her doubts. “Oh, come on, babes. Don't sell yourself short. You're nothing like most breathers I've met. Besides, I think we both know you're not exactly swimming in options here in this dreary old town.” He gestured around the dimly lit room, his grin widening. “Trust me, once you've experienced the thrill of the Neitherworld, the mundane world of the living seems dull in comparison. And who knows? You might just find that marrying a handsome demon like myself is the missing piece in your life that you never knew you needed.” As Lydia's phone continued to ring, Beetlejuice's gaze drifted to the device, his interest piqued, eyes narrowed slightly to the interruptions. “Ooh.. What's that all about? Not like I’m pouring my heart out to ya..”

Lydia soaked up his words and slowly uncrossed her arms in thought. "You could be a pretty good salesman, has anyone told you that?" She laughed before continuing, "I'm flattered, really, but I just met you. I'll think it over. It's not a no, but it's not a yes either. I gotta admit, Beej, you cheered me up a lot tonight. You helped me escape for a few hours, and this is the most fun and happiness I've felt in a very long time. Maybe once you woo me, I might just say yes to you."

Lydia paused as her phone continued to ring off the hook, even after she didn't pick it up. She sighed, pulling it out of her dress pocket. She looked up at Beetlejuice. "I'll be right back, I promise. I have to take this." Without waiting for him to reply, she stood up and walked out of the room where they had been watching a movie.

Beetlejuice watched Lydia leave, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. He'd certainly managed to make an impression on her, and the prospect of winning her over was becoming increasingly appealing. He always got what he wanted, and what he wanted was Lydia Deetz as his wife. As the door clicked shut behind her, Beetlejuice turned his attention back to the screen, picking up where they'd left off in the film. However, his mind wandered, replaying their conversation and the sparks that seemed to fly between them.

A sudden burst of inspiration struck him, and he sprang to his feet, striding purposefully towards the dusty old kitchen. He rummaged through the cupboards until he found what he was looking for—a can of spray paint and some glitter. Yes, he was quite familiar with this old theater. "Perfect," he muttered to himself, already envisioning the next step in his plan to woo his Lydia.

"Hello.. uh..yeah... Shit.. tomorrow night? I don't want to wear that stupid yellow dress!" Lydia yelled before the phone kept cutting in and out. The reception in this place sucks.. She blinked looking at her phone, rolling her eyes hanging up on her father groaning in irritation. She sighed making her way back to the theater pausing when she didn't see him there at first before Beetlejuice materialized in front of her, holding a small canister of spray paint and a handful of glitter. A playful grin spread across his face.

"Well, well, well... Look at you, all down in the dumps… I've got just the thing to spice things up!" Without waiting for her response, Beetlejuice began liberally spraying the walls around them with hues of blue and purple, transforming the dingy space into a psychedelic wonderland. He then tossed the glitter into the air, letting it swirl and dance amidst the vibrant colors.

"There we go! Now, doesn't that feel more like a party? And perfect for a special occasion, like... say, a first date?"

Lydia paused, taking a look around in awe. She felt like she was somewhere else, not on Earth. Though her excitement was contained, she was a bit stressed from the phone call. She smiled softly at Beetlejuice, "This is... beautiful."

Beetlejuice beamed with pride at Lydia's reaction, clearly pleased with himself for creating such a mesmerizing atmosphere. "Told ya I had a flair for the dramatic," he said with a chuckle. "Now, how about we continue our little—date in a more... comfortable setting?" With a wave of his hand, a couch materialized, in deep crimson velvet and furnish with winding gold stitching. Beetlejuice gestured for Lydia to sit, then plopped down beside her, the fabric creaking slightly under his weight. He scratched his beer belly stretching out his legs to get more comfortable.

"So, tell me more about this 'stupid yellow dress' your pa wants ya to wear." he teased, leaning in closer to hear her response. Lydia's eyes widened when he brought up that conversation again. Damn it he was definitely eavesdropping on her phone call..

"Oh right... we talked a bit about it on the roof when I wanted to kill myse—" Lydia quickly cleared her throat, trying to be more positive, but that phone call had stirred her emotions. She crosses her legs with a huff. "So... he invited guests over for a dinner date. And Daddy wants to resemble a 'picture perfect' family." She rolled her eyes, scoffing. "He said it'll be tomorrow and I need to wear the stupid dress his fiancée picked out for me. Saying the stuff I wear is too depressing and belongs in a funeral home."

Lydia looked down at her lap, fiddling with her hands before slamming them down in frustration and looking up at Beetlejuice. "I don't want to go! We are not a perfect family! I just found out my dad got engaged from finding Delia in his damn bed! She was supposed to be my stupid life coach! Now they're getting married! It wasn't too long ago that my mom died, and now he's acting as if she never existed! I should have jumped off that damn roof!" Lydia froze, biting her tongue as she got too emotional about all of this. "I don't wanna wear that stupid yellow dress... or even go. I'll make a damn scene if I do—" She trailed off, her eyes welling up with tears, feeling the weight of her grief and frustration.

Beetlejuice listened intently as Lydia poured out her frustrations, his expression softening with each passing word. When she finally trailed off, he reached out and gently placed a hand on her knee. “Tell you what - why don't you let me help you with that dinner date? I can make sure everything goes smoothly, and maybe even give your dad a piece of my mind for you. As for the dress..."

She blinked her tears away and looked up at Beetlejuice, his words catching her attention entirely. "Help me... with the dinner date? How do you plan to do that? And how do you plan to take care of my dad for me?" Lydia asked, “What about the dress?"

A sly grin spread across Beetlejuice's face as he considered Lydia's questions. "Well, first things first - the dress. Leave that to me. I'll conjure up something far more spectacular than any boring yellow vomit dress.”

He snapped his fingers, and a shimmering gown appeared before Lydia, the top of the dress beautify with delicate silver filigree and the skirt flowing like a river of midnight blue. The dress seemed to sparkle with an otherworldly energy. Lydia blinked looking at the detail of the dress, it was breathtaking. It wasn't bright and obnoxious. It had color.... unfortunately, but it was a dark tone that shined in the best of ways. Lydia smiled at it and nodded approvingly at the dress.

"As for your dad, don't you worry about him. I'll make sure he knows exactly who's boss. Or rather, who's the real queen bee in that household." Beetlejuice purred out, "Trust me, Lydia. Everything will be handled." 

She then turned back to Beetlejuice after admiring the dress he created, "Oh? Like how? Possess him and everyone at the dinner table?" A sparkle nearly appeared in her eyes.

He chuckled, clearly amused by Lydia's sudden spark. "Possession? Oh no, no, no…Well, that's only part of the plan babes! That would be far too easy, and where's the fun in that?" His smirk grew as he spoke, "No, I have something much more devious in mind. Imagine this.. your father, trying to play the perfect host, serving up a plate of his famous 'Delia's Delight' lasagna, only to find it morphs into a giant, squirming slug right before his guests' eyes. Can you picture the looks on their faces??" Beetlejuice's laughter echoed through the room, "Or perhaps, during the toast, his new fiancée's glass transforms into a live snake, wrapping itself around her wrist."

Lydia started laughing even at the thought of that and nodded her head still laughing. "Okay, okay! Fine, I trust you with this. You can help me with my dinner date! I'll need you, otherwise I won't be going, at all." Lydia checked her phone and sighed. "I should head back.. My dad might flip out if I stay out much later." Beetlejuice's grin faltered for a split second to Lydia mentioning that she has to go. Why was he so addicted to being around this woman he’d just met? It was strange how he selfishly wanted to keep her there, or even follow her. 

However he was pleased with himself for having won Lydia over to his side, it would take him sometime to get her to want him just as much. "Of course, Lyds.. I'll make sure everything goes according to plan. Just put on that stunning dress, and leave the rest to me baby." He winked at her playfully. "Now, go on ahead and sneak back home. I'll meet you there shortly, dressed to impress in my finest striped suit. Together, we'll get your revenge, that's my promise to you Lydia.” With a final flourish of his hand, Beetlejuice vanished in a puff of smoke. This was the first time he was helping someone without a deal, a contract..She didn’t even beg Beetlejuice for the help, he offered. This woman has made him soft.

[beanghostprincess]

Bughawk is soooo underrated and it makes me so sad. Please tell me you see how grand this vision is

I am personally more of a Shuggy/Crocobug shipper but that's mainly because Mihawk isn't doing it for me much?? I love him and his gold autistic eyes staring into my soul and his classy attitude and vampiric looking aesthetic, but I wish he had more screentime to figure out his personality better and enjoy him more. But I do like him! I swear! And tbh one of my favorite ships is Cross Guild, like, the three of them together, even if I have a bit of a preference inside of the trio. I do love them and tbh I think Mihawk and Buggy's relationship would be really funny to explore. Especially within the fanon portrayals of the characters because god forbid Oda gives the cool edgy swordsman more than three minutes of screentime and more than five words per episode.

Okay, so doing a mix between fanon and canon and "whatever the fuck I want to see these characters as because I am the princess of this blog and I can do whatever I want": I think their relationship is fucking hilarious.

Unlike with Crocodile, Buggy doesn't really know what to do with Mihawk. Crocodile at least is easy to read and he's usually the one to make the first move, but what the fuck is Buggy supposed to do with the swordsman sitting in front of him, legs crossed and staring into his soul like he's about to bite his neck and suck him dry. Scary. And also very hot. But mostly scary. But turns out Mihawk is like, way more peaceful than what he thought. He likes reading. And classical music. And swords in a very weird obsessive way that the clown should not speak about. And not much, honestly. Cooking, too, apparently. Buggy keeps learning new things about him every day and the guy opens up little by little, because even if he's quiet, the very few words he says speak a lot for himself. He's also a fucking sadist and loves teasing Buggy all the time to the point of making him cry of frustration, but, well, when he's good he's really nice to be around <3

They both have history with Shanks. You know the movie "The other woman"? The one about this girl who discovers her boyfriend is married and then becomes besties with the wife and start hating him together? That's the energy I'm getting from this triangle. Stop making Mihawk cry over Shanks not loving him and a past love!! Make him go "Oh. Yes. Red Hair and I had something. Pretty sure he still felt something for you, clown, so I am not happy about that" / "What?! Why would you be angry at me for Shanks' shitty feelings that have absolutely nothing to do with me, by the way, our thing ended years ago when his stupid-" / "No, no. I am referring to him. Moron. I like you" / "You do???'' / "Sometimes. Sort of. Maybe. Your existence confuses me". And then they start dating because nobody can tell me Cross Guild isn't just a poly relationship doing business together.

I think Mihawk likes Buggy because it gives excitement to his boring life and also he's fun to bully. Besides, he's more than what he looks like and he actually has a dream and pirate spirit, so maybe he's not as useless as he used to think. He's still annoying, yes, but oddly comforting. Mihawk can't quite figure out what he wants with this clown, so he just sticks around with him. Buggy is like a chihuahua. A very loud chihuahua. Mihawk is definitely a black cat. They don't match. At all. Not in the slightest. And yet, Mihawk likes his company. And Buggy actually loves seeing all the soft and interesting sides of Mihawk and realize that he's not as scary as he looks like. I mean, he could slice him in half if he wanted to and he's still scary and hot but, y'know, he has a very domestic side that Buggy likes.

Thinking about them being established is pretty sweet because I think Mihawk would like reading out loud to him and Buggy would make the funniest comments about the story. And they would cuddle. And it would be so uncharacteristically soft of them and it's something they only do in private. Crocodile stares at them from the corner of the room and,,, He likes having them there. He's not alone and it's kind of sweet.

Also overprotective Mihawk with Buggy my beloved. In the sense of: He cooks for him because his eating habits suck. He makes him go on walks and do a bit of exercise. He makes him read, too. Listen to music that it's not only commercial pop or circus music or musical/Broadway tunes. He takes care of the clown when he's not bullying him. I think Mihawk treats Buggy like Sharpay Evans treats her dog.

And following the Shanks thing to end this post: Bughawk is really cool because I think it would break Shanks' heart and I love angst.