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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 8 months ago

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the girl next door 29

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as age gap, manipulation, chronic illness, noncon/dubcon, coercion, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: A new neighbour moves in and upends your already disarrayed life.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself.

This lewk but silverfox

You peel off the suit and wring it out. You leave it in the bathroom to dry, but more so you don't need to look at it. You've never been so humiliated in all your life.

Worse than your mother's bitter grumbles, or the way your grandmother used to nitpick at every part of you was that look in Steve's eyes. It was like nothing you've ever seen before. Not angry, not judging, but something mysterious that unsettled you.

Ugh. You sneer at the wall as you pull on the baggiest tee shirt you have. You hate yourself. No, you hate your body. No matter what you do, it's clumsy and somehow you get in the way of yourself.

You shimmy into a pair of pajama shorts and flop onto your bed. You could read but your head won't let you focus. Drawing isn't an option either, you're still shaking from the exposure.

Sleep. Well, that won't come. Every time you close your eyes, you just see Steve and the water, and your nakedness. You can't imagine what your mother would've said if she'd saw.

She hadn't, had she?

You roll over and hide your head under your arm. You just lay there, desperate to escape somehow. The hours wear on, the day shifting around your unmoving form, the stagnant house dampening your skin with sweat.

When you finally get the strength to flip onto your back, you realise you've been crying. You sniffle and mop your cheeks. You don't know why you're crying. Humiliation, sure, but don't be such a baby.

You sit up cradle your head until it's a little less fragile. You get to your feet and shuffle out to use the bathroom. You pointedly ignore the pink checkered fabric.

When you're done, you go to the kitchen. You look in the fridge. Not much there. You take out an old cup of pudding and fish out a spoon. You sit at the table and stir it but don't eat.

You remember when you were a kid, your grandma would give you tapioca. Your mother only ever got banana. You hate banana pudding. It tastes so artificial.

You're not a kid anymore. You're realising that now. It's time to be an adult. You don't have a place here anymore. Your mom has Steve and you have... nothing.

The front door whines on its ungreased hinges. You wince and look up, shove a spoonful into your mouth.

Steve appears. He has a tee on but still wears his swim shorts. You look at him dully and swallow, scooping up more of the pudding.

"You hungry? You could have come over for lunch."

You shrug and keep eating. Your stomach sickens at the overly sweet treat. You want to spit it out.

"You're still mad?" He asks.

You shrug again.

He sighs. He crosses the room and pulls out the chair across from you, "look, sweetie," he twines his fingers through each other as he rests his arms on the table, "I'm real sorry. I was trying to have some fun. I made a mistake. We all do, right?"

You stare at the table and nod.

"Right, so can we move past it? Forget it ever happened?"

"Forget?" You echo in a croak. "Erm."

"Wiped clean," he unweaves his fingers and makes a smooth motion over the table top. "How about it? Can you forgive me?"

You let the spoon go and slide the cup aside. You can't look up. It's more than the embarrassment of what happened. It's the constant shame that follows you around. You're just a hanger-on. He doesn't have to keep pretending because of your mom. She deserves to have a life after all the years she wasted on you. A life without you.

"I'm sorry. I'm... I'm going to find a job and I'll do my best and..." you ramble as you trace your fingers on the table and tilt your head back and forth, "and you won't have to worry about me."

"Sweetie?" He reaches over to still your hand, "what are you talking about?"

"I shouldn't be... I shouldn't be living with you. Or mom. You two... I'm in the way--"

"In the way? Sweetie," he squeezes your hand, "I promise you that's not true."

"It has to be."

"Why? Why does that have to be true?"

"Because no one wants me," you turn your face down but he won't let go of your hand so you can hide.

"I know that's not true," he insists.

"It is. You see it. My mom..." you shudder and hold back a sob, "hates me."

He's quiet. He clings to you even as you try to pull free. "I don't hate you."

"You barely know me."

"Sweetie, I know enough. Just enough to know you're a sweet girl. A good girl. All this time you've been taking care of your mom. Not anyone does that, you know? Most people would just leave her behind," he brings his other hand up to pet your knuckles, "and you're considerate and kind and gentle."

"Please," you wisp and tug on your hand again, "you don't have to--"

"I want you," he interjects as he tightens his grip, "sweetie, look at me."

Your eyes flick up, startled by his hold and his tone.

"You said no one wants you? I do. I shouldn't. I know it. I... I saw the way you take care of Holly, I saw how hard you try, I saw it all and I--"

He finally lets you go. You recoil, shocked. Your hand tingles and your heart races. He doesn't mean it like that. He can't. You blink and lean back, making yourself as small as you can.

"I'm sorry," he drops his head into his hands, "I'm sorry, sweetie. I'm trying not to feel like this. I've been fighting myself but..." he looks up, fingers stretched up his cheeks as his eyes glimmer, "I... don't love your mom. I only married her so... so..." he closes his eyes and trembles, "I shouldn't say it." His lashes flick open and he sits up straight, "so I could take care of you. That's why. But I couldn't... be honest. Because I didn't want to scare you or lose you. Just having you close is enough so I lied." He sniffs and a tear rolls out, "worse, I couldn't even be honest with myself. Not until now. Until it's too late."

You gape at him. He just watches you. His expression is pained and sheepish.

"Please, sweetie, say something."

"You can't mean it," you breathe, "please take it back."

"I can't," he utters.

You sit in silence. You don't know what to say. You can't think. It's all too much. Why can't today just be over?

He inhales and lets it out as he fixes his posture. He gulps thickly and you look up. He stares at you. The same look as before. The one you don't understand.

"Sweetie," his voice is firmer and his tears are evaporated, "I have one question." You lower your brow, confused, "do you want your mom to be taken care of?"

"What?" You squeak.

"Your mom? You want her to be comfortable? Supported? Get the proper treatment?" He's staunch as he speaks, "you can't do it yourself. We both know you were struggling. Do you got the money for her next hospital stay? For the nurse?"

You whimper and shake your head, "what do you mean?"

"Sweetie, your mom needs me. You need me. Don't play dumb," he intones, "I will do anything. I will make sure mom is nice and cozy. She has her meds and everything she needs. There's only one thing I want in return." He clicks his tongue and inclines his head, "it's too bad it's the only thing you got."

You stare at him. Through him. The whole world narrows in on you as your chest caves in. You close your eyes, wishing against everything, that it can make him go away.

#steve rogers #dark steve rogers #dark!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #drabble #series #au #silverfox au #the girl next door #mcu #marvel #avengers #captain america

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richeeduvie · 5 months ago

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Baby coincidentally changing her locks around the same time Roman gets with Tabitha. I remember reading something here once that he just makes himself home at her place even if he is with Tabitha 😭 he has such a hard time being told no and Baby just goes “oh right,, i had to change my locks recently because I uhh lost my keys ??yeah” and he just stares at her like yeah?? Well?? Wheres my duplicate then🤨 and she just sighs 🧍‍♀️

Dog at Your Door

So we do know he's panicking, right?

It's after a slight conflict, Baby's secretly tense and insecure after witnessing Roman's affections towards Tabitha and was in his words "Acting pussy-hungry."

"Eat a cock. Preferably mines, who elses?"

And Roman, in all his fuck-assery and annoying, attention seeking nature, knew that got to Baby. He didn't know why, but it did. His shit-eating smirk faltered a little, barely noticeable to most. He scratched the back of his neck, watched how Baby walked off into the hall with a fucking attitude.

It just didn't help Baby at all to see the way Roman still holds the belief that he's safe in their friendship to have sex and act as if they're joined by their genitals and hearts while playing boyfriend-girlfriend with Tabitha. It isn't fair, not to her or herself - but Roman holds it so tightly that she knows it's genuine. It's not spiteful, as if he's saying "I own your heart, what are you going to do about it?"

It still hurts.

And all those blood-gushing moments of when Baby pretends to be angry or disappointed in Roman to get him small, insecure, and panicked? It's there when she changes the locks. But it's not purposeful. Not fully, at least.

Roman goes over to her place with almost fully forgetting their little stunt in the day. He knows she's not home, but it's routine to make himself home when she's not there. Sometimes he'll jizz on her pillowcase, or play a game on his phone. Sometimes take a nap, even though naps are for people who are about to turn to dust or toddlers.

But the door doesn't budge. The knob barely moves.

"What the fuck?"

And Roman tries again. And again. The vein along his forehead appears, there comes the thinly-pulled lips and the look in his eyes gets more childishly strained.

"What the fuck?"

So does his voice. It'd make Baby smile if she was there.

After the thirteenth door jam, Roman begins to pull at his hair.

"Fuck!"

It's about a hour worth of constant text messages when Baby reached her place.

'why the fuck can't I open the door to the pent'

'hey'

'what the fuck'

'What the actual fuck?'

'literally what did I do? It's an actual different lock too'

'fuck you seriously'

'I didn't know you were that pussy hungry but I didn't do anything and what?'

'What are you trying to say with this?'

'or can you tell me the lock broke or something?'

'hey'

'why can't I open the door?'

"Roman."

It's Baby standing over him in front of the door. He's rested, casually pissed and passive aggressive.

"I lost my other key."

His fingers play nervously with themselves. Baby watches Roman's chest rise and fall, it's even. But she knows him. It's manic. Not a good enough answer for him. He needs complete assurance that she's not going to leave him or filter him out - that and a kiss, an arm wrapped around his stomach while he sleeps.

"Why didn't you just get a new key?"

"That would mean a place where a stranger could have my key to my door. Changing the locks is safer."

He blinks up and scratches his nose.

"...That's fucking stupid. I'm here in like...belief? Belief you want me out and fuck Roman and his tiny, occupied cock that is perfectly available but I won't accept because your womanly ego convinced you someone might pick up your key and think you're worthy enough of a sex crime."

She looks the knob above his head, scratched up. She assumes (and assumes right) that that came from Roman growing increasingly more frantic and kept missing the keyhole when trying to open it over and over.

"You were about to break in. And what? Wait for me naked to pounce on me? Which would be more like begging. I'd reject which would get you huffy and then I would have to rub your chest like you're a fucking baby who had a bad day with Daddy."

Baby unlocked the door over Roman's head.

"If you were the cautionary scenario I was imagining when I was changing the locks, Rome, I'd keep the door wide open. It's all a pathetic, corporate nature."

"...I didn't even say anything."

"Say hi to Tabitha, and tell Shiv tha-"

"I wanna come in."

"Rome."

He steps in, tense and needy and every other word to describe and man stepping a panic, doing what needs to be done to be the center of her love and affection and she can't leave him outside the door.

And Baby knows that, and she's been so lonely that she'll indulge for the sake of herself.

Roman butts his head into her neck nearly-softly, like a cat. He smiles, not in smugness, but relief.

Sometimes a dog and his bone, other times a cat who gets what he wants anyway.

#inbox #hc's #drabble #dog and bone!au #roman roy x reader #succession fic #succession fanfiction #roman roy imagine #roman roy fanfic #roman roy #succession imagine #succession x reader #roman roy fic

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batmanrogues-scenarios · 2 years ago

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ok how about the gotham sirens(and anyone else you like) with an S/O who has unconventional way of reacting to dangerous situations like lets say that when they first met the sirens kidnapped the S/O but all S/O did when they came to was ask for food and go to sleep or S/O escapes just to get some food but comes back and ties themselves back up again

I honesty love when characters do that.

Kidnapped Y/N Just Chills

Catwoman

She said they're not her guest so they shouldn't expect anything from her and to not make too much noise.

She went to the city, leaving them bounded, knowing they won't break through it.

When she came back she saw food in trash can that she didn't eat. But Y/N is still in the same place.

"Want to explain it to me?"

"Oh I called food when you weren't here. Sorry I was just really hungry. Got your ropes back though so don't worry"

Honesty speechless.

When she gets money tells them to get out.

Even when dating them she can't believe it happened.

Harley Quinn

Got so angry when they run away. It was supposed to be her first kidnapping by herself but she blew it.

Just throws stuff around and gets ice cream while watching TV.

Then doors open and her victim walks in saying they just went for food.

This little-!

She starts strangling them. How dare they make this to her!

Didn't kill them because she still wants kidnapping to success and get money.

Annoyed afterwards but with time she does finds it funny.

Would talk about it like an anecdote when they started dating.

"Hey babe, remember when I kidnapped you and then almost strangled you? Good times."

Poison Ivy

Supringly chill. If she gives them some fruits from plants and Y/N falls asleep she just sits back.

Most relaxed kidnapping she had.

Y/N might ask some questions about plants which she anserws soon they're just having normal conversation.

Invites them again after she gets money.

Isn't mist proud of kidnapping her S/O but she never did that again.

Mad Hatter

Got distressed when they run away, how could they do it? He just wanted his Alice to spend time with him.

Just cries until they walk in and sit back in the chair.

Jumps to hug them asking where they have been.

Dumbfounded? They went for dinner? He could have prepared them something!... then again most of his food here are sweets.

Well at least now they can have dessert.

Thinks it's a sigh they belong together.

#pati writes #catwoman x reader #selina kyle x reader #harley quinn x reader #poison ivy x reader #mad hatter x reader #jervis tetch x reader #pamela isley x reader

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thebottomfromhell · 10 months ago

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Hi, i would like to request a hantengu clones (you can add zohakuten or original hantengu) x (any gender) reader, so reader is (most of the time or maybe all the time) really really nice but something had snapped inside reader, they/he/she go all mad because of an argument or maybe something had happened with someone they had bumped into.

I will use GN for this one, I hope nobody minds. I also disn't know if this meant individually, but I took it as if you wanted a drabble... I hope I was right and that you like this work.

GN nice reader snaps at the Hantengu Clones (ft. Hantengu) after a bad day

Warnings: Polyamory, Implied Self-cest (due a poly, nothing about it actually there), Angst.

You don't like too much attention or to cause trouble, you also hate treating others badly, even when they deserve it. For all of that, more often than not you tend to hold your tongue and keep your mouth shut everytime you get angry, and if the situation doesn't get better you leave the space and go back the second you manage to calm down. Sometimes it works better than others, there are still time you got to face the situation still angry, but having your time and space always help.

Today, though? It was a nightmare. It seemed everything and everyone today needed you urgently, didn't give you any time to even eat or drink something, and for some reason more than one people had the urge to talk back to you today for stupid things. Now you are tired, hungry, resented... this doesn't help. This days has already ended, you are unsatisfied about it, yet, you don't have it in you to do something about it.

It doesn't help that you know what is waiting for you at home, Hantengu and his clones. Don't misunderstand, you adore these guys, to the point you are in a romantic relationship with the clones, sometimes you even feel like the owner of a harem with them around, but... they are pretty handy. Not only by their nature of being a human flesh eating demon that burns under the sun, but the fact that they are the personification of an specific emotion each, some even opposites to each others. Because of that, the fact that they act up on that emotion and clash with each other is to be expected, so you are the one who must put order in your own home.

So you sigh as you get home, contemplating just... staying outside or going to an inn to spend the night. You can imagina already Karaku and Sekido making a mess in their arguments, Urogi clinging to you, Hantengu sobbing with no end and and Aizetsu... well, Aizetsu will not do anything wrong but he also won't be helpful at all, and you are not in position to really care about it.

Then, the door opens and you need to swallow a groan of frustration when Urogi comes out and gets on top of you. "Y/N! Y/N! You're home!" Usually you would find this endearing and cute, but you are not in the mood. "Yeah, I'm home..." you say tired as you support yourself with the wall as you get in, not even bothering in closing the door behind you. If someone or something gets in then there is a demon to face, not that it matters. "Welcome." You nod at it, too tired to actually answer, even worse with Urogi on top of you. Aizetsu tilts his head but he doesn't say anything else, just close his eyes and keep himself to and for himself. Most likely bracing himself for the next part.

"You DISGUSTING PIG! I'l KILL YOU, Karaku!" You hear ceramics break, well, there goes a tea cup. "C'mon, Sekido. We both know you are just jealou-" the sound of flesh being penetrated and a liquid splashing in a surface interrupt him, and now you gotta clean your kitchen. Oh joy, that is sarcasm. Usually, you would try to ask what is going on and intervene before they break something actually vauable or needed in the household, but right now you are becoming every time more frustrated. "Eeeeeck! It wasn't me! It wasn't me!"

Breath... count to ten... anything... just don't- "CUT IT OUT, FUCKING-!" you shut yourself up before finishing the sentence, making everyone look at you, making you feel embarrased, making the anger fade away into a more miserable feeling. You want to cry, scream into a pillow, be comforted, to sleep, to eat. You don't want this. Why is your day hoing so bad? "I'm sorry..." you whisper as you cower away, face a bit heated, eyes a bit blurry and throat with a knot that starts to fill your nose with the need to sob.

Urogi gets off you to see you as the others also get close, minus Hantengu, he keeps cowering away, but at least has the decency to cover his own sobs. "Y/N, are you ok?" "Shhhh, shhh, babe, it's ok. Let's go to sit down." Aizetsu is the one who grab you and guide you to sit as the other stares. "Stay here. I'll bring tea." But you don't want tea, amd that sounded ungrateful to yourself. There is a moment that the only noise are your contained sobs as the other clones see you, making you cover your face with your hands put of shame, only rubbing your nose and eyes.

"Karaku. Urogi. Take some steps back!" They do, giving you a bit more of space. "Bad day?" He ask, softer, to you, as you can only nod with the soreness in your throat and the lack of trust you have in not starting to cry right away. "Is there anything we can do?" You shake your head as Aizetsu puts the tea in fron mt of you and Karaku streches a hand to pat your back. You stay like this for a while, until you fall asleep with them tryibg to comfort you.

It really sucked.

#demon slayer #kny #upper moons #kny x reader #top reader #karaku #urogi #aizetsu #sekido #hantengu #gn reader

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bonny-kookoo · 2 years ago

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Jungkook

W.D.Y.W.F.M (Teaser)

Jungkook could've adopted anybody else, really. He's gotten to know a lot of hybrids left and right during his time at the carecenter and foster homes- low maintenance ones, friendly ones, ones that are easy to be around. So why would he want you?

Tags/Warnings: Idol!Jungkook, Hybrid!Reader, Fox Hybrid!Reader, mentions of trauma, Reader isn't cute & cuddly in this at all, manhandling (not the spicy kind), sort of brat-tamer Jungkook but not in the kinky way if that makes sense? More TBA

A/N: so many were upset I'm not writing any more hybrid jk stories so yum yum the appetizer is served hope you're hungry

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"She refused to eat dinner after you left." The careworker tells him as he puts his bag down, and Jungkook lowers his brows in confusion.

"Why?" He wonders, unsure. You're not very attached to him, rarely interact openly with anybody let alone him- and he's realized it might simply be because you don't like him and his rather bubbly personality that much.

"I think it might be self-punishment for what happened yesterday." She sighs, pointing to the large bandaid covering his biceps- your scratch no longer hurting at all, the cover just on it for hygiene's sake. "She feels guilty."

"But it wasn't her fault?" He asks, not sure why you'd take the blame for things so far out of your control. "I knew what I'd potentially get myself into when I offered to bring her back inside- and she didn'tget me that bad anyways." He shrugs, and the worker nods.

"Well, she certainly doesn't see it that way." She says, giving Jungkook his name tag and vest so he can start his last week, cameras at this point no longer really filming much since they've got plenty of content to work with. "You did great, honestly- handled her really well, but she might feel embarrassed now that youve witnessed her outbursts on yourself rather than just from afar." She explains, and he sighs to himself. He instantly searches for you amongst the hybrids, greeting almost everyone fleetingly as his eyes scan the environment.

He spots you sitting in a corner, observing rather than joining in- just like you always do.

"Hey-" he carefully squats down a respectful distance away from you, casually patting his bandaid once he spots you staring at it. "-all by yourself again?" He wonders, and you just shrug.

You dont answer him, crossing your arms instead.

"Heard you skipped dinner yesterday." He asks casually, sitting down now to engage in conversation. He knows that you get antsy when confronted like this- but you have to learn somehow. Everyone just wrapping you in cotton won't help you long term.

"Wasn't hungry." You mumble, avoiding eye contact. Why does he have to talk to you? This is stupid.

"Lie." He chuckles. "You were talking about how much you liked chicken to me yesterday." He calls you out, and you just pull your knees closer to yourself, tail wrapping around them as well. "You didn't hurt me much at all, you know?" He offers softly after some time of just observing you.

"...still." You argue quietly, shaking your head. "Yumi is looking-"

"But I'm talking to you right now." Jungkook disagrees amused, keeping his attention on you. "You're not a bad person." He tells you, and you grow angry suddenly. Not at him- but at yourself, because why are you such a crybaby that you're crying about a simple sentence like that? He probably doesn't even mean it, he just says it for his stupid media-stunt he's pulling. "You wanna go eat breakfast with me?" He wonders, and you shake your head. "Too bad." He chuckles, reaching out his hand to touch your wrist, simply tapping his fingers against it. "Come on, up up, I'm hungry." He says, getting up-

But you don't follow.

"I don't want to." You deny, and he sighs, leaving you be. It's fine like this- you don't need him to play some sort of Savior for you, not at all. He can show off his kindness to his fan base or whatever, you don't really care at all. He's living his life, while you'll live yours- no matter how bland it might be.

A bowl is placed at your feet, another plate with a lot of food placed down as well. "Didn't know what you wanted so-" he explains, before sitting down again in front of you. "-I just got whatever I myself eat." He shrugs casually, starting to grab the first bite.

"Your microphone isn't on." You comment, pointing to the front of his shirt where it would typically sit.

"I know." He simply answers nonchalantly, continuing to eat. You start to lift your hand to bite at your fingers, and he reaches out without fear to gently pull your wrist away from your face, before pointing to the food. "Eat. Or do you want something else?" He wonders, but you shake your head.

You are hungry.

"...'m sorry." You tell him with a crack in your voice, and he nods at you with a smile.

"I know." He answers truthfully, reaching out to tap one of your droopy ears. "But you don't have to be." He shrugs, unknowingly surprising a careworker watching from the sidelines. You're pretty jumpy with contact- you hate fast movements, loud noises, sudden things you're not prepared for. He himself notices as well- the way you flinch on instinct as he reaches out to you.

But you don't immediately try and defend yourself against him, and that's new.

Jungkook has, up until this point, simply never given you any reason to fear him. He's not very careful, very fidgety, and a little loud whenever he gets excited- but he's also gentle, and doesn't hold any bad intentions.

Though that doesn't mean that you trust him- at least not yet.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #hybrid imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagine

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broz0neglitters · 8 months ago

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You used to know me, now you don't

Brozone Headcanon + Fanfic

~This Events takes places during and after trolls bands together ~

-John dory was the reason why Bruce Change his name from spruce to bruce because bruce wanted to leave his boy bands days behind

-He had all five of his little brother wrapped around his fingers he could constantly overwork them even bitty B he was just a literal baby they wouldn't eat or take breaks until rehearsals is perfect

-Floyd once fainted from exhaustion but john didn't care because he promise the fans that they would hit the perfect family harmony

-Bruce was super hungry and clay was cramping up and bitty B needs his nappy but no square ass brother just wants to over work them

-John dory gave Clay and floyd the least amout of lines to sings althought most of the brozone songs were written by floyd he didn't even credit floyd for the song that got popular

-past brozone staff also spill the tea on john dory saying how he overwork his little brothers and he won't talk to anyone if they mess up and he would get angry over one tiny mistake that was made on stage

-Don't get him started on the part where the family harmony failed which left 4 of the brother hanging from the vines while bitty b watch in honor after the show there was a fight that broke out which led the 4 older brother to leave bitty B

-Moving forward on their way to save floyd with poppy filling in floyd spot while john made them practice but he was so demanding which cause the fight to eventually break out with poppy standing in between them and branch having to live through that event where his brothers were fighting because of a tiny mistake...

-Bruce told john "I Had to change my life, 'cause I knew you'd stay the same even after all those year which you still are!" He snap angirly at john

"Come on spruce stop making a big deal out of it." John said "Its bruce!" Clay snap angrily at john

-Clay,floyd and bruce must admit when the band broke up and they went to do their own things they felt like they were finally free from john dory control

-When branch had enough of his brother fighting branch stepped up and stood up to his big brothers "You all still treat me like a baby well guess what I don't need a kiss goodbye, I'm on my own tonight because you all walked out on me and there was no one else to look after me than grandma got eaten this time I'm walking out on you." branch said angrily as poppy looked at his brother with full disappointment how could some one be crule enough to leave a poor baby behind and she proceeded to walk out after branch....

-After saving floyd from the twins as the brother got together to talks things out but all the brother had some grudges hold inside them but they finally had to let it go and branch brought poppy to help just in case things got heated

"John Dory you held all of us back it was like you had tied all of us up inside a cage and locked us there just because we mess up one tiny bit!" Floyd said angrily Before john dory got a chance to speak The youngers bro were just very upset as much as john was he felt bad for the way he had treated them in the past

"You still treat us like this is like you used to know us but now you don't because you can't see clearly how free and happy we all are after breaking free from your control I'm in a sad book club, bruce settled down and branch is no longer a baby and floyd well he almost die and we just save him." Clay said trying to hold back his tears

All of the brothers couldn’t easily forgive john dory and how he has treated them the truth is they never wanted to leave branch not even john dory himself but he was just so mad he left to the middle of no where so we didn't have to deal w bossing people around and for bruce he wanted to break free for john control when he got married and had kids he felt free and happy for once in his life and for clay he wanted to be taken seriously and for floyd he wanted john to acknowledge floyd without floyd writing songs brozone will be nothings because most of their hit songs are mostly written by him

well john has written some song but they weren’t as a biggest hits as the songs that floyd wrote and as for branch poor baby was left all alone blaming himself and making him think that he was the one who fail his big brothers it wasn’t his fault floyd told him but to him it was because grandma got eaten because he was so lost in the song hoping his brother would hear him and come back to him and his grandma save him....

Jonh dory hated himself for being controlling aswell if he had a wish he would wish to go back and undo the things that he did to them maybe that way branch was never left alone, grandma wasn’t eaten and much more but to now all of jonh little brothers were just strangers to him...

As he looked at their sweet faces "I-I'm sorry I should have never treated you all like that I wish I could go back and fix my mistake I truly do." he said sobbing it was the first time that his brother saw their older brother cry john didn’t want to cry b/c he was the oldest

As all of the younger bro stood up "You used to know me now you don't." they all said in unison as they left poppy beg them to stay but they refuse to stay and see john act so pathetic he knew what he did and he truly didn’t mean his words....

------------ okay like please this is getting so good and spicy anyways if you want a pt 2 of this can "I please get 100 likes?" once I get 100 liks I'll do a part 2 of this cause this is so good and a-lot of tension between the brothers and after saving floyd and trolls band together hehe.... --------------- Like + Follow are very much appreciated!

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justanothersanjilover · 2 months ago

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One Piece Modern Gym AU Wip (Part 20)

After they went through the whole aquarium twice, Zoro’s stomach started to grumble. Sanji looked at him almost angry.

“Why didn't you say that you’re hungry?”

“I’m not that hungry, Curly.”

“I can hear that!”

Sanji took his hand and dragged him behind toward the restaurant at the top of the aquarium.

“Seriously, I’m not that hungry. We can go another round if you want.”

“No! Your stomach grumbled, so you are hungry and I won't let anyone I know and care about walk around like that!”

Zoro shut his mouth and stared at the back of Sanji’s head. He knew that reaction and he instantly felt bad for him.

“Sorry…”

“What?” Sanji turned slightly but didn't stop walking.

“I said sorry. Next time, I’ll tell you. I didn't want to make you mad or something.”

Sanji looked at him as if he had seen a ghost. Then his gaze softened and he shook his head.

“I’m not mad…I…just don't like it when someone is starving, that’s all.”

Zoro nodded, brushing his thumb over Sanji’s hand. He wanted to ask, wanted to know why Sanji was reacting like that. Part of him already knew…or at least had an idea why. Starving…actually starving was horrible. He went a few days without food when he was a kid and it was the worst! But this was neither the time nor the place to ask such a question and so he dropped it - or rather put it in the box with the other questions he wanted to ask but didn't dare yet.

Shortly after this little conversation, they reached the lift but it was out of order. Sanji cursed and kicked against the wall.

“You good?” Zoro asked, watching him.

“Yeah…I just hoped we could take the lift and don’t have to walk up the stairs. The elevator is made of glass and you can see some of the aquariums through it and on the other side you can watch the city. It’s really cool…”

Zoro smiled at him because Sanji almost looked like a pouting kid.

“Maybe next time?” He asked and watched Sanji’s face light up.

“Next time? So…you want to go on a date again?”

Zoro chuckled, brushing a hand through Sanji’s hair as he walked over to the stairs.

“Wasn’t that obvious?”

“N…not for me.”

„You think I would still be here if I didn’t like our date so far?“

Sanji scratched the back of his neck.

„Guess not…“

Zoro opened the door to the stairs.

„Let‘s get some food, Cook.“

It took them the better half of twenty minutes to walk all the way up to the restaurant. Sanji picked a seat at a table in front of the big window wall. A waitress came over immediately and handed them menus. The woman was clearly drawn toward Zoro, smiling and trying to flirt with him. Sanji raised an eyebrow - either Zoro was that oblivious or he simply ignored her advances. It was quite funny so see. Sanji had to hold back his own flirting with the woman - he was on a date with a handsome man, he couldn't flirt even if he really, really wanted to!

“She’s nice,” Zoro said when the waitress finally walked away to give them time to look at the menu.

Sanji snorted and shook his head.

“So you are that oblivious.”

“Huh?”

Zoro looked a bit puzzled.

“She was full on flirting with you, mossbrain.”

“She wasn't…”

“Yes! She was! Oh my god, you really didn't notice?”

Zoro made a noise that could have meant anything and raised his shoulders. He glanced at the menu and then at Sanji, before placing it down.

“Do you already know what you want?” Sanji asked surprised.

“No.”

Confused, Sanji raised an eyebrow again.

“So…what? You're not eating? Did this make you uncomfortable? Should we got somewhere different?”

“Calm down, Curly. I just want to see what you eat and if I would like that, too. I’m not good at picking food in places I wasn't before.”

“Why didn't you say something? We could have gone somewhere you know!”

Sanji wanted to punch himself and Zoro at that moment. Why didn't he say something? And why didn't he think about that? Zoro mentioned something like this a while ago, so he should have remembered.

“I can see the panic filling your head. It’s fine.”

“I mean…I could order for you, if you want. I know your preferences and taste...We talked a lot about it at the gym.”

Zoro looked a bit surprised, but then smiled wide and nodded. Sanji sent him a quick smile as well and looked over the menu. He knew how much Zoro could eat, so he chose more than one meal - sort of a three-course meal.

They started with fish soup with a wide variety of fish in it, followed by fried rice with pork, eggs, vegetables, and a salad. Sanji also ordered a variety of Sushi, because he knew Zoro loved it but didn't eat it often (he had told him once at the gym) and topped it off with a big fruity ice cream for Sanji and a piece of delicious coffee cake for Zoro. Sanji also ordered wine to go with the food. Zoro hesitated for a moment, but then drank one glass to make Sanji smile. One was okay; he could handle more without feeling the need to drown himself in liquor again.

The meal was great, they chatted for what felt like hours. Sanji had a great time and so did Zoro. When it was time for the check, Zoro tried to insist that he would pay. But Sanji was having none of it!

“The hell I let you pay, Mossbrain! Firstly we agreed that I pay for the foot. Secondly I would have chosen different meals if you would pay.”

“Why” Zoro raised an eyebrow.

“Because those where expensive and I don't want you to pay so much money because I chose the meal.”

“If it's that expensive, then let's split the bill at least.”

Sanji shook his head and got his wallet out. He wouldn't allow Zoro to spend his hard-earned money on food he didn't even choose himself. Sanji had wanted to be a bit fancy and to spoil Zoro for the great day, so he didn't hold back. It didn't even hurt his bank account to spend this much money, it wasn't his own in the beginning.

He waved Zoro off as he tried to give him money while he paid their food and gave the lovely waitress a generous tip. A winning smile on his face when Zoro carved in and put the money away.

“You know I come to think you let me win the argument earlier to pay for the tickets, because you knew the food would be expensive,” Zoro muttered when the stepped out of the aquarium.

“I wouldn't do that, Mosshead. You won the argument fair and square.”

Sanji grinned at him, his hands innocently crossed behind his back. Zoro scoffed with an eye roll.

“Yeah, you would never do that.”

They both laughed. Encouraged by their laughter and the feeling of being save and accepted, Sanji hugged Zoro.

“Thank you,” he mumbled against his ear.

Zoro didn't move at first, and Sanji thought it was too much. Maybe he didn't want to be hugged? Maybe he didn't want to be seen like this in public? But as Sanji loosened his hug to step away, Zoro’s arms came up to hold him tight.

“You don't have to thank me for today, Curly.”

“Yes, I have! It was such a wonderful day. I haven't had that much fun in a very long time.”

Zoro felt his heart clench from Sanji’s words. They were just at the aquarium! Yes, it was great and they had fun - it was a perfect and lovely first date - but what was Sanji doing all this time if this made him say such things?

“Then we should do this more often.” Zoro pushed him away a bit, to look him in the eyes with a smile.

“You would listen to me talk about the same fish, spilling the same facts about them again?” Sanji grinned, but his eyes were full of disbelief.

“All the time.”

And now Zoro acted simply because he got encouraged by the moment. He grabbed Sanji’s face carefully, feeling him stiffen a bit. A smile played on his lips as he pressed them against Sanji’s forehead for a second. He hadn't forgotten his words, that he wasn't ready to kiss him. But he felt the need to show Sanji how much he liked him and forehead kisses were always nice, right? At least he hoped so…

“Was that okay? I’m sorry if not…I got a little overwhelmed…” Zoro asked when Sanji didn't say something - his guts seemed to form a knot because he feared he’d fucked up.

Finally Sanji smiled up at him and his guts unwind with relief.

“Yeah, that’s fine. Great actually. I like forehead kisses.”

Zoro smiled back while they slowly let go of each other.

“Now I have to find my bike again,” he said, scratching his head.

“I totally forgot about that! You can't drive!” Sanji said loudly, grabbing his shoulder.

A bit confused, Zoro looked over to him.

“Why not?”

“Because,” and now he practically shoved a scolding finger against Zoro’s cheek. “You had three glasses of wine. I’m not letting you drive around on a bike with that much alcohol in your system. It’s dangerous enough to drive a bike completely sober.”

Zoro laughed while mentally counting the glasses. Yeah, three were right. That was fine. Five or six, and he would rip his own ass off. But three?

“My alcohol tolerance is a lot higher than that, believe me.”

And those words seemed to flip a switch inside Sanji’s head. He clasped a hand over his mouth while looking like he’d seen a ghost.

“Oh fuck,” came the muffled curse.

“What?”

“I forgot! Fuck…I’m so sorry! I completely forgot you don't drink! Why didn't you say something? You should have…”

“It’s fine.” Zoro dismissed his words with a wave of his hand.

“It’s not! You need to tell me when I forget about things like this! Do you need something? Like…I don't know…like…”

Zoro could see the panic flooding Sanji’s brain in that moment.

“Curls…”

Zoro grabbed Sanji’s shoulders to force him to snap out of his rant and look at him.

“It’s fine. I can handle that much, okay? I would have told you if I wasn't one hundred percent sure I could handle it. It’s not your responsibility to watch out for what I drink. I need to stop myself if I’m feeling like it gets too much.”

Sanji shook his head slightly and Zoro braced himself for an argument, but all he did was grab his hands and look him in the eye.

“I still need you to tell me when I forget about things like this. I don't want to push your limits or for you to push them just to ease my mind, okay? Can we agree on that?”

“Sure. But then I need something from you, too.”

Sanji raised an eyebrow.

“And what would that be?”

“Another hug,” Zoro grinned.

Sanji rolled his eyes and hugged him tight. After some time, Zoro felt him poking his side and squirmed a bit - he was ticklish there.

“I hope you realize I won’t let you drive either way.”

Prev/next

First part

#one piece #roronoa zoro #black leg sanji #zosan #one piece modern gym au #zosan fanfic idea #one piece zosan #one piece fanfiction

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kissorkill16 · 5 months ago

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Breakdown: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: Nicky finally says what he's wanted to say his whole life.

Nicky sat down on the living room couch. The TV was off, but he didn't feel like watching anything anyway.

He's been really bummed out lately and he doesn't know why. Nothing bad has really happened to him for the past week. In fact, he's actually had a good week so far.

His friends apologized to him for pushing him to a frenzy, Finch apologized for the whole picture thing, he and Delroy were starting to get along, his therapy sessions with Mr. Murtaugh seem to be going okay, and he couldn't remember the last time he'd been to detention.

Then what was making him so upset?

Was he sick?

No. If he was sick, he would've felt something that said so.

Was he depressed?

He didn't think so. Maybe, because of Mr. Peterson, obviously.

Just then, the front door opened, and in walked his parents.

"Hey, Narf. We're home.", said his father, taking off his shoes. "Did you eat yet?"

Nicky nodded.

He didn't feel like talking to his parents. He hadn't seen them since last week, since they had another work trip. They were always out for work, always leaving him alone, barely ever home.

...Maybe that was it.

Luanne walked to the living room, taking off her jacket. Nicky looked at his mother, "So glad you guys are home.", he said.

"Yeah.", she said. "But sadly, it won't be for long."

Jay walked in, sitting next to Nicky. "We have to leave again two days from now. I'll make something for you before we leave, you can heat that up if you get hungry.", he said, then shrugged. "Or you could just order pizza. We'll leave some money for you."

Nicky's hands balled up into fists, and he squeezed his eyes tight. "That's how it always is.", he mumbled.

Luanne looked at him, "What?"

Nicky looked at his mother dead in the eye, "You guys always leave. That's how it's been for months now.", he said.

"Well, yeah. Narf, we have to leave so much because of work. You know that.", said Jay, putting a hand on his shoulder. Nicky shrugged it off.

"I do know that, but I just wish you guys didn't have to leave me alone so often. It's kind of ironic. You guys once said you'd be there for me when I need it, but you never fulfilled that promise.", he said. "Maybe then, I wouldn't be getting into trouble so much."

Luanne crossed her arms. "Don't blame your rebellious nature on us, young man! You get yourself into trouble. Remember the fart machine at Mrs. Tillman's store? That was all you and your little friends."

Nicky stood up, "Maybe! But it's not just that! It's been like this my whole life!"

Jay and Luanne stared at Nicky, both had displeased looks on their faces.

"You guys never had any time for me. From the moment I turned one, work was always more important to you than your own child. Always out somewhere for work, and always leaving me alone with Bubba.", said Nicky.

Luanne pointed an angry finger at his son, "Don't bring your grandmother into this!", she said. "She was the only one who was willing to watch you, but every time she did, we'd always come home to you gone and her sitting alone."

"Exactly.", said Jay. "Remember the grocery store? And the woods? It took us hours to find you. Sure, we weren't around a lot because of our jobs. But we also didn't like being around your grandmother because she was a fucking psychopath."

Nicky let out a dry laugh. "Probably, but she was the only one who didn't leave me when I needed her. Despite all the things she did to me, she told me herself that she really wants to protect me.", he said. "Maybe she'd believe me if I told her that Mr. Peterson was a murderer."

Luanne rubbed her temple. "Are we seriously back to this again?", she said. "Nicky, we've told you a million times before that Mr. Peterson is just a lonely old widow who lost his family."

"Your mother's right.", said Jay. "We'd take you to his house so he can tell you himself, but we hadn't seen him in weeks."

"Yeah. Because he's in jail.", Nicky flatly said.

Now Jay and Luanne were surprised.

"Jail?", asked Luanne. "For what?"

"For kidnapping me!", said Nicky. "I've been missing for a whole month, and when I escaped, I found out that no one had even bothered to look for me. There were 0 missing posters put up for me, and 0 search parties put together. When I got home, you guys were still gone."

Nicky paused for a moment when he felt tears falling down his face, "But I guess it's partly my fault. I decided to go missing while you guys were on another work trip. I was wearing a fucking bag over my head!"

Nicky felt his legs starting to give out, but he wasn't finished.

"And when you guys were here, you guys were pulling me out of my room because I was yelling at my friends! Those guys pushed me to a mental breakdown! Nevermind, the only thing you guys cared about was the fact that I was making a scene in front of the entire neighborhood! What's worse is that some bitch took a picture of it and printed it all around school! I hated my friends so much ever since that happened! I wanted to tell you guys so badly that I was being bullied by other kids at school, but you guys were always too busy!"

Nicky didn't even bother to wipe the tears from his eyes.

"But thank God you guys are paying for my therapy, but even that's not enough for you guys to spend more than 5 minutes with me.", he said. "You guys are my parents, you're supposed to be there when I need you, but you're never really there. And it's those times where I wish I was still with Mr. Peterson. At least he never let me out of his sight. He felt like the parent I never had, even if he wasn't in his right mind. Even if he locked me in his basement, he was more of a parent than you guys put together."

It was at that moment that Nicky finally wiped his eyes. When he did, he saw his mother's eyes fill with tears.

"Mom?"

Luanne didn't answer. Her lips quivered, and the tears started to flow down her face.

"Mom, are you crying?", he asked. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you -"

Luanne didn't even let her son finish before she started sobbing, her hands rubbing eyes. She sat down on the couch, still wiping the tears from her eyes. Jay sat down next to her, rubbing her back.

"Mom, I'm sorry. Please stop crying, I didn't mean to make you -"

"No, Nicky. You're right.", said Luanne. "You're right. We're terrible parents. We didn't even know you went missing."

Jay looked down at his knees, "We didn't even try to call you to check up on you.", he said. "Man, how was your grandmother a better parent than we were? She was a fucking lunatic.", then he sighed. "But I guess you'd rather be raised by a lunatic than be all alone."

Nicky rubbed his eyes, feeling them fill with tears again. "I miss her so much, even if she wasn't the best parent, she was still there for me. But I still love you guys so much."

Jay smiled at his son, "And we love you too."

Luanne stopped rubbing her eyes for a moment, then wrapped her arms around Nicky, pulling him in for a hug.

Nicky was taken by surprise for a moment, but then he hugged his mother back. Jay soon joined in the hug, wrapping his arms around both of them.

Nicky buried his face in his mother's shoulder, "Maybe this time, they'll fulfill their promise to be there for me.", he thought.

Meanwhile, Jay and Luanne would make sure that Nicky would never feel alone again.

#hello neighbor #welcome to raven brooks #jay roth #luanne roth #nicky roth #my fics #hello neighbor fanfic #angst #hurt/comfort

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mytalemyworld · 1 month ago

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He has a weird way to protect her. Putting her in jail first, then wanting to take care of her. She has every right to get mad at him.

Alya: I am not afraid of you all. Go and talk to the prosecutor. Why are you still here, go! I'd rather be locked up here for the rest of my life but I will never marry you. I am not afraid of you. Cihan: But I am afraid of the things that might happen to you.

Cihan: You will dismiss your attorney, Bahadır. Do you hear me? Alya: I don't get it. Cihan: You won't meet that douchebag attorney, you won't work with him, what is it you don't understand?! Alya: Talk properly. Cihan: Look, that bastard collaborates Demir. Do you understand?

You can tell he is really furious because he never used foul language around her before. Even after she warned him, he continued using swear words.

Cihan: You are a mother. Your handcuffed photos can not be published. Alya: Is that so? Cihan: I will not allow it. Alya: Wow. Cihan: Listen to me well, if one of those photos is published, you will see if I I give them hell or not. Alya: Enough. Cihan: Enough for what?! Alya: Don't play with me like a cat plays with a mouse! I will give them hell, you're being considerate now? You put me here, remember!

He is angry because her attorney really collaborates their enemy, Demir, and that's why all journalists knew she was getting arrested. He got mad, reprimanded the journalists, commanded his men to destroy the photos. But she righfully gets angry as well because if wasn't for him, she wouldn't go through all of these in the first place.

Alya: Mr. Officer! Cihan: Alya, why don't you understand me? Alya: Mr. Officer, please get this man out of here! Cihan: Okay, don't tire yourself out, I am leaving. Alya: Get out. Cihan: I will. Look, you will stop working with that guy. Alya: Get out. Cihan: Have you eaten? Alya: Oh, God! Cihan: Do you want me to send something? You've been here since yesterday, if you want something, I'll send it with the guys. Alya: Get the hell out of here! Cihan: Are you hungry or not? Alya: GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!

It's probably because he saw her stumbling outside, he is worried about her health but this is hilarious. In the middle of their fight, he is like "by the way, are you hungry? Say whatever you want to eat and I'll get my men bring it." I HAVE NO WORDS.

#uzak şehir #uzak sehir #alya x cihan #alya albora #cihan albora

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sakumz · 21 days ago

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a/n : IM SO SMITTEN FOR HIM IM SO SAD I KUST FINISHED IT AND AND 😭😭😭

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[ s. rei x fem reader ]

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" rei papa, where's kazuki papa? " miri questions as she enters the bathroom rei often sleeps in.

a "huh?" was the only response she got as he went down, reading the note kazuki left on the table.

shaking silently, he tells her that kazuki papa has left them again. she lets his words register in her head, where did he go? the same thoughts flowing in rei. did they make him angry again? was it because miri refused to keep her own toys by herself or him playing too much again? maybe ignoring him...

he sighs before he looks over at the clock. pulling out his phone to check the date, it's a saturday. miri has no daycare, which means he's stuck to babysitting her the whole day. he tries to ring kazuki's phone, but it sends him back to his voice mail. he sighs as he puts his phone down. looking at miri as she stares back at him from the table.

" I'm hungry, I want cereal! " she says, for once he felt grateful her request was simple, else she'll be throwing a tantrum for not getting what she wants early in the morning.

as they silently eat breakfast, miri couldn't help but inquire another request.

" rei papa, if kazuki papa isn't coming home, will y/n mama come? " rei chokes at the question. y/n mama? that was the first time he heard her called you that. miri looks shocked at the sudden rei, he downs his glass of water. calming down quickly as he looks at her.

" I can call her to come over if you want, " she beams and excitedly starts jumping around.

" if you're done eating, put your bowl in the sink. " rei instructs as she quickly does as told, going to the living room as she awaits for him to come.

he sinks down on the sofa, whipping out his phone to dial your number. a few rings and you picked it up. miri presses her face against him as rei tries to put her at a distance. it was weird for you to receive a call from him first.

you sigh as your honey trap process was ruined. the guy you were drinking with at your brother's bar, thank goodness he allowed you to do whatever you want as he sent one of his workers over to serve you. you were trying to pry out as much information about his boss in the organisation and it was sooo going to go downhill the moment the phone won't stop ringing. you excuse yourself to pick up the call but the man asked that you just pick up the call here.

" he-hey? "

" y/n. please come over, " rei says in a monotone as you deadpan. your date glances over at you, leaning slightly as you move slightly back, hiding your face from the man.

" I cant-"

" rei papa! is that y/n mama? I wanna talk to her! " you cry internally, your poor poor mission-

from the line you hear rei prying her off him, as she gotten on top of his shoulders, whines spewing around about how mean he was as she hit his back. you take a quick glance at the man as he focuses on downing more and more drink. he's got a pretty lady by his side, he should enjoy it more often!

" rei. I'm on mission! " you whisper shouted.

" oh. " was the only response you got as he hung up immediately.

" y/n mama is busy today, " he tells miri as she stares back at him, on the verge of crying. she hasn't seen you in a week and the least he could do was let her talk to you. rei panicks as he pats her head, this was what kazuki did when she starts crying right? cooing at her not to cry as he offered the TV to her.

" was that your husband? " your date starts as you shake your head vigorously.

" honey, I promise that was just a- um. my brother! " he stares intensely, as you silently pray to all gods not to fail your mission, you were getting into the good parts too.

you lean against his arm, pushing it towards your chest in an attempt to seduce him. he can't leave now! you see his lips open for a moment before his gaze changes over, one of curiosity.

" you're the only one I want, honey " you whisper in his ears as you see him fuming red. pushing a whisky drink towards you, he urges you to drink more with him. you sigh as you manage to save your mission. better get this done faster so you could go home.

as he was looking away, chatting with his eyes staring right back at yours. you swiftly drop sleeping pills over to his glass.

" the boss doesn't go out often and he's often hanging around other girls at lucky bar! " you place your drink down at the sudden information. smiling to yourself as he's just given you the golden answer! this man was clearly drunk, you urge him to finish his cup as he obliged.

" why do you want to know so much about the boss anyway? " he yawns as the effect of the pills start hitting him.

" oh you know, they say he's a young rich fella. it did pique my interest, " the man stares at you with disbelief.

" he can't even fight with a gun! I'm a way better option, babe. " and rei is a way WAY better option you giggled to yourself, ruffling the man's hair as slumber finally consumes the man. you place the bill on the table as you exit the place.

you went into your car, driving to reis place. opening the door, as you kick off your heels. you're greeted by a very excited miri and a suprised rei before his face changed back into a poker.

" y/n mama! " she greets as she engulfs you in a hug, rei making his way to the door. you pat her head as your eyes make contact with rei. he gives you a nod as you sigh, miri clings to your leg as you drag yourself towards the couch. rei stares over your body as you place miri properly by the couch.

" how was the mission? " rei questions as you let out a longer sigh, covering your hands over your face. a blush rushing over when you remember the man's words about being a better fighter and your inner thoughts thought of rei first.

" it's alright, you guys nearly made me screw it up, " miri tugs at your dress as you turn to look at her.

" did mama y/n go to a party? "

" uh no? "

" she's cheating on rei papa with another man, " he uncharacteristically says as your blush deepens and he throws his whole body over the couch, wrapping his hands on your waist to pull you into a hug. miri jumps on his back as she started giggling, wigging behind his back.

" I'm sleepy, please just let me rest. " you ruffle his head as he smiles to himself. maybe kazuki being gone was a good thing afterall.

kazuki came back in the afternoon, he sighs as he noticed your heels by the door. rei couldn't take care of miri by himself?

he looks over to the couch, you were sleeping with a rei, hugging your torso and miri on his back. he laughs silently as he quickly takes a picture.

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as you awakened from your slumber, kazuki wakes both miri and rei. gathering everyone to eat at the table.

" did you screw up the mission? " kazuki asked as you and rei gave each other a quick glance before staring at the blonde. you shake your head no.

" how was it? " he shoots another question.

" it was alright- "

" you used honey trap right? " you internally panick at where this was going.

" honey trap? " miri asks as you glared at kazuki, cheeky smile slapping itself on his face.

" yes miri, it's when y/n mama says sweet things to rei papa and gets what she wants, " he points his chopsticks up like a teacher teaching his student on the whiteboard.

" so what, " you fumed as rei follows along, keeping a pokerface but the slight red on his ears isn't going anywhere from kazuki eyes.

what a sight.

#sakumz.pdf #buddy daddies x reader #rei suwa x reader #rei suwa x you #rei x you

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a-dirty-secret · 1 year ago

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Johnny's Girl - Part 13

Smut, but also, fluff! I enjoyed this chapter.

tw: dub/non-con, hematolagnia, dacryphilia, blood, violence, stalking, rough sex

For the next two weeks you didn't see Johnny at all. You were instead being taken care of by Sissy, which didn't turn out to be so bad. She'd ramble on about various things while you ate your dinner or cleaned the mark Johnny had made. You just smiled and nodded along, thankful for the company, most of the time.

"You're just lovely." Sissy said, smiling at you as you ate. "I can see why Johnny likes you, sweet thing."

"Likes me? I think you've got the wrong Johnny..."

"Oh no, he likes you honey. A lot, I'd reckon, or you'd already be supper! You oughta see how red he gets when we tease him. He says it's just 'cause he's angry, but I know he's blushin'!" She said, giggling.

You stop eating and stare at her in horror. "Supper? You're kidding... Right? You don't actually... Eat people?"

"Oh, Johnny hasn't told you that yet?"

Sissy left when you started throwing up. You hadn't been thankful for her company that night.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the door opening, revealing Sissy. You sigh in disappointment, you hated to admit it, but you missed Johnny. You weren't sure why he wasn't coming to see you, but you assumed it was as punishment.

"Hey there sugar, I got some dinner for ya'." She says, handing you a bowl of stew and some water.

"Thanks, but I'm not hungry."

"It's beef." She says with a giggle. "Now eat up, Johnny won't be happy if I let you starve to death."

"Do you... Know why he hasn't come to see me? It's been awhile." You say, eating your food.

"Johnny ain't exactly one to share his feelins', honey. Don't worry, he'll come around. He needs to stop bein' so gosh darn stubborn. I keep tellin' him it'd be nice to have another woman helpin' around the house when Nancy ain't here, but he just says his momma wouldn't have it and shuts me down. I tell 'im she ain't here most the time anyways, but he don't listen." She sighs, looking at you sympathetically.

"Can you tell me about him?" You should stop while you're ahead, but he was all you could think about.

"Well ain't you just a smitten kitten! Let me think.... Ah! Speakin' of kittens, Johnny's real sweet to the stray cats that come around. One of 'em got caught in a trap and he tore Nubbins a new one, tellin' him he needs to pay more attention to where he puts 'um." She says, laughing.

"That's adorable." You say, smiling to yourself. "I bet he acts like he doesn't like them, doesn't he?"

Sissy laughs, "Uh huh, he sure does. He ain't foolin' nobody though." She sighs and grabs your now empty dishes. "Alright sugar, I'll be back to check on you later." She says, leaving you to your thoughts.

*** Johnny sat at the dining room table staring at his food, trying to keep you off of his mind. Your mother must be fucking insane, because that's the only way somebody could EVER love somebody like you! He hadn't been able to get the words out of his head. He replayed them on purpose when he got the urge to go see you, which was often.

He didn't know at what point he fooled himself into believing you could care for him, but it was past time for him to come back to reality. He had to distance himself from you so that when the time came it would be easier to kill you. He could just have somebody in the family do it, but he couldn't bear the thought of not being the last person to touch you. The last person to see life in your eyes...

Your mother must be fucking insane, because that's the only way somebody could EVER love somebody like you! He repeated the words again, willing himself to hate you. God, how he wished he could just hate you. He was so pathetic.

He's jerked out of his thoughts when he hears the phone ring. "Go get the phone, boy. I'm bettin' it's your mama wantin' to have a word with you." Drayton said, a sly grin on his face.

Johnny scowled, getting up to answer the phone. "Hello."

"My dear Johnny, it's good to hear your voice. How is everything at the house?"

Johnny caught the slight edge in his mama's voice as he responded, "Everything is fine here mama."

"Is that so? Drayton told me you've had some girl hangin' around the house for over a month?" She said, making no attempt to hide her displeasure.

"I'm just... Having a little fun. She'll be gone soon, it's nothin' serious."

"Now don't you give me any damn excuses, Johnny. Playin' with your food is one thing, but your little snack is past her expiration date. She already tried to escape once. When I get back, she better be gone. Do you understand me?"

"Yes ma'am."

*** The door opens and you watch as Johnny walks in. You couldn't help but be happy to see him, but your happiness is short lived. In the blink of an eye he's in front of you, holding his knife to your throat. "Johnny.."

"Shut the fuck up!" He yells, and you can hear the nerves in his voice.

"Why are you doing this?" You ask fervently.

"We both knew this had to happen eventually." His voice is thick with emotion that he's unable to hide. He stares at you and tries to picture you as somebody else, anybody else, cursing under his breath when his hand starts to shake.

Your eyes fill with tears as you stare into the dark eyes of the man holding your life in his hands. The man that turned your life upside down and caused you so much pain and suffering had somehow earned a spot in your heart. "Johnny I..." You pause, unsure of what to say. "I missed you".

"Don't pretend you care about me now, it's not gonna help." He says, doing everything in his power to keep his emotions under control.

"I do care about you!" You say, and he presses the knife deeper.

"Don't fucking lie to me! Somebody would have to be insane to love somebody like me, remember?" He shouts, his eyes filling with tears.

"Then I must be insane, because I love you, Johnny!" In that moment you knew it was true, you loved him, and it no longer felt wrong.

"Goddamn it!" He yells, dropping his knife to the ground and bringing his lips to yours. He kisses you slow and hard, letting the tears stream down his face, unable to hold them back any longer.

He pulls back, resting his forehead against yours. "You don't mean that. You can't." His words are shaky and he squeezes his eyes closed, embarrassed you're seeing him this way. "I'm never gonna change."

"I don't want you to change. I want to love the darkest parts of you." You say, wiping his tears and returning your lips to his. What starts off as a gentle kiss soon becomes rough and desperate. Your tongues collide as you press your bodies together as tightly as you can manage, desperate to be closer to one another.

Your hands fumble with his belt as he swiftly removes your clothes, and in no time at all he's lifting you up, positioning himself at your entrance. You remove his shirt and he slides into your wet pussy slowly, sliding a hand between your bodies and groping your chest. His other hand finds the back of your neck, deepening the kiss as he slowly pumps into you.

"I'm sorry. For everything." He says, breathless from the kiss.

"Oh, Johnny. I forgive you."

His lips meet yours again and he picks up his pace, fucking you passionately. You love the way he stretches you out, reaching all the right places. Your moans mingle together as you both get closer to your climax.

"Cum inside of me, Johnny!" You yell as your pussy squeezes around his cock. He obliges, groaning as he fills you up.

He leaves gentle kisses on your lips and up your jawline, then nibbles gently on your ear. "I love you too." He whispers, burying his face in your neck, no intentions of letting you go any time soon.

#johnny sawyer #johnny slaughter #johnny tcm #johnny slaughter x you #tcsm #texas chainsaw game #johnny slaughter smut #tcm game

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deeptrashwitch · 2 months ago

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OC Interview

Alright! I saw Taro did this here and she did it after seeing this post from @kaitaiga about their OC's being intervewed! And why not, it sounded fun, so let's do it!! (Also it's a interesting challenge, since I rarely write in second person in some parts)

November 2024

You arrive to the medium sized base near Fort Cavazos with a bit or nervousness, you've heard about it before. When you were told about this interview, one of your collegues told you what she knew about that place. Apparently this was her sister's place, and she was meant to be the one to make the interview, but she was sent to another site instead.

In silence you shook your head, for some reason it didn't surprise you coming from Camila Marchant. Anyway, you went to the door where someone was already waiting for you despite the movement behind her. She introduced herself only as Wraith, and simply guided you through the yard.

To your surprise, a plane was open and people were pouring out of it. All of them covered in dust and just now taking off their helmet. And one by one nodded towards Wraith before going to one of the buildings.

At least until the only woman came down and looked at Wraith, shaking her head softly. She was in her gear, with half her face covered by a mask and she simply took off her helmet before speaking.

"You brought her in the worst moment possible, Wraith." She said, amused while walking towards you.

"You said you'd do the interview no matter what, didn't you?" Wraith joked. "And anyway, this is about the 75th Regiment, Alicia, it was necessary."

You didn't understand why they mentioned the Rangers Regiment, but you decided to stay quiet. Instead you noticed how she nodded with a sigh.

Then she laughed and then looked at you. "I'm sorry for Wraith, she's like that. Is it okay for you do it now? Well, despite me being covered in dust."

You looked at her, surprised for a second, and then nodded. "Y-yes! There's no problem, ma'am!"

"Great, then let's go walk for a while."

Then you started to walk with her in a calm silence, until you took out you notebook to start the interview. You glanced at her and sighed relieved when she nodded.

Basis

Name

"Alicia Marchant. Captain of the Marine Corps and the leader of my team, the guys you saw earlier in the plane. And I'm the only Marine in my family."

Are you single?

"No, I'm not. I'm a relationship with my boyfriend, Alejandro, and we are pretty much serious."

Birthplace

"I was born in Arlington, Texas. So nothing really weird about that, actually we're kinda near my hometown."

Hair color?

"Black, it comes from both sides of the family. My siblings are also black-haired."

Eye color?

"Brown, like everyone in my mom's side of the family. Honestly? Only my sister has blue eyes, and we always say that fate had pity of my dad and let one of us look a bit like him." She joked, chuckling with a little smile.

Birthday?

"October 15th, right now I'm 37. But damn, I feel like I'm 50, my whole body cracks as if I was made of wood or somethin', y'know?"

Gender

She looked at you and smiled a bit with her eyebrow raised. "Female. I've always been a female."

Mood

"Hungry." She admited, making you chuckle. "No, seriously, I'm hungry. So after this, I'll go get something to eat."

Are you happy?

"At the moment? I don't think so, I'm too tired to be sure. But in my general life? That's a good question, to be honest. I'd say...yeah, somehow I'm happy, mostly because after so many crap that has happened to me, I think I'm grateful and happy to be alive." She said with a soft hum while you both walked next to the walls.

Are you angry?

She laughed, a cold laugh that sent a shiver down your spine. "Trust me, you'd know if I was angry right now. Unfortunately that's one of the emotions I can't control completely. There's only a person I'm truly angry with, and it won't be nice."

Summer/Winter?

"Hmmm, winter, I think. I like winter more than summer to be honest."

Morning/Afternoon?

"Morning, despite I'm usually sleepy, I prefer do most thing in the morning. And, at least inside the base, I like the environment we have in the morning with my team."

Eight things about your life

Are you in love?

"Absolutely yes."

Who ended your last relationship?

She coughed and looked away for a second. "...That's a spiky topic, um, but, it was my ex. The reason? Well, mostly because of our ideals, but we had a WHOLE lot of other problems between she and I. So, let's leave it there."

Have you ever broken someone's heart?

"Yes, during high school. It was during the time I was denying my romantic preferences, so it was also messy as hell."

Are you afraid of commitment?

"No, I'm not. Actually, after I started my relationship, again, with my boyfriend, we've been thinking about marriage. Even before we were thnking about marriage. And also, even if we didn't, I'd still be commited to the realtionship."

Have you hugged someone within the last week?

"Nope, neither this week."

Have you ever had a secret admirer?

"So far I'm aware, no. But considerng I was really easy to distract during my teenage years and I had my identity crisis, probably there was one that I don't know. I'd have to ask my siblings."

Six Choices

Love or lust?

"Love, no doubt."

Iced tea or lemonade?

"Lemonade. I never liked iced tea for some reason."

Cats or dogs?

"Both. I simply like animals in general, except snakes, those are the only ones I can't tolerate. We have both here, they're the favorites of this place." She said with a chuckle.

A few best friends or many regular friends?

"Also both. I like to have a big group of friends to pass the time, but to be honest I just have three or four people that are my best friends. They're the ones that know almost everything about me."

Wild night out or romantic night in?

"Night in. We're usually too tired with Alejo to think and go out, so we simply get some food and we watch a movie or even make cooking our date."

Day or night?

"Day, always day. I have...a problem with the darkness, so I prefer the day."

Four have you evers

Been caught sneaking out?

"Nope, that was my cousin. I was quite calm as a child and I didn't want to do it when I was in basic. So no, never."

Fell up/down stairs?

"...Yes, and no one in my family has let that one die. I fell down a set of stairs while I ran trying to win over a piece of fruit, and the worst part was that I didn't get the damn fruit."

Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt?

"Being a Lancero. I was doubtful at first, but once I got into the course I simply said to myself: I'm not leaving without the damn badge. And it was horribly painful to win that, but I managed to get it, and it made everything worth it."

Wanted to dissapear?

Then she stopped for a second, looking down at the floor before sigh and keep walking. And she spoke serious and sharply. "Not gonna deny it, I've wanted to dissapear more than once. And that's all I'll say about it."

Four preferences

Smile or Eyes?

"Both, definitely both. I always looked at the eyes and the smile when I had boyfriends or girlfriends, it's something I love personally."

Shorter or taller?

"I don't mind, honestly."

Intelligence or attraction?

"Ehhh, both too, I have to admit. A bit of intelligence so we can speak really nice and attraction because, well, I like some things." She joked, humming.

Hook up or relationship?

"Relationship, I'm not much of the hook up part, I'm not comfortable with it."

Family

Do you and your family get along?

"Absolutely! My siblings and I have a great relationship, and also my cousins are really close with us despite the distance. And don't make me start with the relationships with my uncles, my aunt, my grandparents and us! Get along it's leaving it short." She said with a laugh.

Would you say you have a ‘messed up’ life?

"Nah, I had a normal life, just the usual problems of trouble kids with my cousins, but they were mostly our doing because we were bored."

Have you ever run away from home?

"Hell no, honestly, before enlisting I had no idea what to do even if I ended locked out of home. Say less if I ran away, I would've been so screwed just starting."

Have you ever gotten kicked out?

"Also no, my parents never kicked us out and I thank them for that."

Friends

Do you secretly hate one of your friends?

"No...? Why would I hate them if they're my friends?" She says with a laugh.

Have you considered all your friends’ good friends?

"I mean, yeah, I've been lucky they are good friends despite how screwed we are up here, y'know?" She commented, pointing to her head with a shrug.

Who is your best friend?

"Ohhh, do I have to choose just one? Because Alejo is one, but there's also Rudy, and there's also Luke and Kanoa and Tiala (@islandtarochips oc's). So I don't know who to choose, being completely honest with you."

Who knows everything about you?

"Alejandro, my boyfriend, he knows basically everything about me."

Like that, the interview finished and you look at the woman, who just raises an eyebrow. Once you inform her that she just nodded calmly, and started to guide you to the front gate of the base.

"Did we finish? That was surprisingly quick." She said with a soft hum. "I have to admit it was interesting."

"Eh, yes, we already finished the questions I had for you. Thank you so much, Captain." You said with nervousness.

"You're welcome, thanks for coming all the way here. I'm sorry I couldn't do this in my office or anything."

You shook your head. Then, to your surprise, she took off the mask and let you see the rest of her face. As she smiled, you tried not to stare at the huge scars nad instead tried to keep looking at her eyes. In the end, you just looked away before they arrived to the main gate.

Alicia just nodded towards her while Wraith came back, this time reading something on a tablet. In silence, she gave it to Alicia, who just read it before getting serious for a second and then smiled calmly at you.

"Excuse me, work calls." She said before walking away, leaving you with Wraith.

Wraith just hummed softly and looked at you. "Seems like you had a good talk with her, huh?"

"Um, y-yeah, it was an interesting talk. Thank you for letting me come for the interview, Ms. Wraith."

After that, you were guided outside of the base to get your car and go back to edit the column. However, right before you walked out the gate, you noticed something on a bag. It was a patch, blue with a broken sword and a lighting bolt.

You didn't say anything, but it called your attention since you knew other patch when reading a bit about that team. In silence and with a soft frown, you shook your head and simply went to your car. It was better not to ask about it, you had a feeling that something about then should remain hidden.

Taglist (just to show :3): @alypink @snootlestheangel @islandtarochips @hollywood-is-bleeding

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lostfirefly · 9 months ago

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Life Must Have It's Mysteries (Ch.8)

Hey. hey!! I hope you missed this couple! English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :) Masterlist is here.

Description: Buggy and Catherine (OC from my “You’ve Got the Same Dream as Me” series) collected all parts of the scepter.

Warnings: Fun, fluff, arguing, sadness, adventure, swearing (as always). Shitty shit again:)

Words: 4224 (Yay!)

Taglist: @gingernut1314, @operationroots, @hey-august, @rorywritesjunk, @yujo-nishimura (I hope you still like it!)

The title is taken from “Life Must Have It's Mysteries” by Hans Zimmer (OST Inferno).

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7

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“Cotton candy, what are you doing? Stop!”

“No, I won't. I love playing with your hair. They are so long, blue, and beautiful. Do you want a crown braid? A regular braid? Or something else?” They both sat on the sand. Catherine knelt behind Buggy and ran a comb through his hair.

“I don't want anything, Catherine. Leave my hair alone.” He carefully removed her hands. “I'll curl my ponytail later.”

“So it’s gonna be the crown braid!” She kissed him on the cheek, hearing his groan, and took a small strand of hair in her hands.

“Geeez!” Buggy rolled his eyes.

Smack. “Oh! Let me make you a bun out of your hair. Two braids and the bun!” Catherine said happily and continued braiding his hair.

“Little shit! Can you even hear me? Why are you doing this to me?” Buggy removed her hands again, stood up, muttering something under his breath, and walked towards the car.

“Buggy Bear, what's wrong?”

He looked at her silently.

“You know, I think you should give me a schedule of your moods.” Catherine crossed her arms and looked at him instantly. “One day you are silent when I touch your hair or kiss your nose, now you are unhappy. And I don't even talk about the fact that I’ve lost count of how many times a day your mood changes. You never say anything, you just get angry, get up and leave. I don't get it. Did I hurt you? You know perfectly that I will never do that. I just love playing with your hair. I’m sorry.”

“I just…” Buggy watched as Catherine became sad and began to move her hand along the sand. He sighed, walked back to her and sat down with his back to her. “Don’t like it sometimes.”

Catherine started stroking his head and asked softly. “Did something bad happen to you before? Did someone hurt you this way?”

Buggy looked at her, showing with his eyes that he didn't want to talk about it, and moved his back closer to her.

She knelt down and hugged him from behind. “Who did all this to you? What have they done?”

Buggy was silent, but Catherine felt that he became more relaxed in her embrace.

“Do you want to continue? Can I touch your hair?” She gently placed her hand on his shoulder.

“Fine!” He said quietly.

“Buggy Bear, you can trust me.” Smack. Catherine carefully took a strand of his hair and started braiding it. “Gosh! The color is amazing, love it and love you.”

“I don't understand why I let you braid my hair. It's not love, Cathie-pie. Admit, you just adore mocking me, right?” Buggy smiled and poked her in the side with his finger. “By the way, I'm hungry, when are we going to eat?”

“You're unbelievable. When it comes to food, drink or sex, you're instantly cheerful.” She looked at the fire where the sausages were being roasted. “Soon. I think another 10 minutes.” Catherine gently took another strand of hair and, humming softly, began to braid it. She noticed a slight smile on his face. “I wonder if you were offered food or sex with me, what would you choose?” She gently ran her finger through the braid. “Buggy?! You didn’t answer.”

“Wait, I’m thinking.” He got lost in thought.

“Fucking clown! I can't believe you're choosing between me and food.” Catherine sniggered.

“Because you ask difficult questions, baby. Food is very important to me.”

“I'll remind you of this the next time you start pestering me.” Catherine made a bun, took a bobby pin out of her hair and stuck it in his hair. She made a crown braid on top. She took a picture on her phone and showed him the photo. “Look! Shouldn't you walk around like this at home?”

“No way! It's disgusting.” Buggy responded with a laugh. “What did you do to me, red-haired shit?”

Catherine hugged him from behind by the neck, standing on her knees, and pressed her cheek to his cheek. He placed his hand on her wrist.

“Cotton candy, I…”

“Shush, clown! Don't spoil the moment.” She sat there for another five minutes in silence. “You're unshaven and prickly.” Catherine gently ran her fingertips over his stubble. “I love it and… you!” She suddenly squealed joyfully, smacking his cheek.

“Fuck! My ears!!” Buggy covered his ear with one hand. “I lo~...” He sniffed. "What smells?"

“Shit! Sausages!!” Catherine jumped and ran towards the fire. “Good new, it doesn’t seem like they were burned.” She took a bite. “No, they are fine. Go have breakfast, my blue-haired love!”

Buggy looked at her carefully.

“Why are you looking at me? Come here. Breakfast is ready.” She put food on disposable plates.

“I’m coming!”

Catherine watched as Buggy split into parts, flew to her and assembled himself piece by piece. She looked at him in surprise. “What was that?”

“Meh, I was too lazy to go.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“You're such a fool! So. We have hot dogs, donuts and warmed up pancakes. What do you want?”

“I want everything!” Buggy poured Catherine coffee and kissed her temple. “Here. Fresh coffee for my Egyptian girl.”

“Thank you!”

Catherine made him three hot dogs and put some pancakes on the plate. She watched as Buggy happily took a bite of the hot dog and started stroking his head. “Tasty?”

“Delicious!” He said with his mouth full and narrowed his eyes joyfully.

“Chew first, Buggy.” Catherine took the mug in her hands and took a sip of coffee. She blushed when she noticed his gaze on her. “Stop looking at me like you love me.”

He swallowed the food and said quietly. “But I lo~.. I.. I just.. I don’t understand how I got you. You take care of me. Come on, you're cooking me sausages in the middle of the desert. Of course, you sometimes squeal like an ultrasound, but.. Why are you with me?”

Catherine put the mug on the sand, crawled up to him on her knees, hugged him, kissed him on the cheek and felt how he place his hand on her back. “I thought you had long ago gotten used to all this,” She stroked his head. “Okay. Then I'll say it more often. Do you want me to say it more often? I love, love, love you! And even though I'm tired of constantly wiping your lipstick traces off of me, I still love you. And when I become a decrepit toothless old woman with a saggy ass, I will still love you.”

“You'll never have a saggy ass, cotton candy.”

“I will, if you keep grabbing it. Stop doing it right now, Buggy!” She hit him on the arm. “Okay! Eat your breakfast. I’ll bring my notes and the scepter.”

Catherine got up from the ground. “Hey, clown! I let you look at my ass! Watch me walk to the car.” She moved her buttocks left and right several times, and joyfully began jumping from one foot to the other towards the car.

“You're amazing, Cathie-pie!” Buggy said loudly, chewing the hot dog.

Catherine grabbed things from the car and ran back joyfully, slightly squealing. She plopped down on the sand next to Buggy, grabbed a pancake and, chewing, pulled out three pieces of the scepter. These were small pieces of gold, clearly once decorated with stones. Catherine twirled each piece in her hands for a long time.

“I think if we don’t find anything and this fucking thing doesn’t fall apart in my hands, we can sell it too and get some good money.” She heard him laugh. “What are you laughing at, clown.”

“Me? I'm just wondering where my honest, decent girl went.” Buggy started imitating her. “We can sell it too.”

“Oh, fuck you!” Catherine raised a piece of the scepter to the sun and squinted one eye. “Look. There are inscriptions on all three parts.”

He moved his face closer to see the scepter, chewing the food. “And what do they mean?”

“I don’t know yet. There is a mixture of languages here. A little archaic ancient Egyptian, which was in the pre-dynastic period, and ancient Egyptian, which was in the time of the pharaohs.” Catherine looked in the notebook and started writing all the symbols down.

“Anything?” Buggy looked over her shoulder.

“Shush! Don't distract me!” She moved her pen over the paper, periodically muttered something under her breath, then put the pen in her mouth and fell silent.

“Cotton candy? Cotton candy!” Buggy snapped his fingers in front of her face. “Catherine?! Do you hear me?”

Catherine poked her pen at the letters and symbols on the sheets, glancing at Buggy periodically, then wrote something down again.

“It's written that this scepter belonged to the one who could cut mountains, breakthrough springs.” She began to assemble the pieces of the scepter until she heard a click on each connected piece. “Look. It's beautiful, isn't it?” Catherine raised the assembled scepter into the sun. “And here are the coordinates on the edges. See?” She pointed her little finger at the small numbers. “Let's see where they point.”

They both bent over the map. Catherine compared the numbers on the scepter and on the map. “My blue-haired love, we need to get this place.” She pointed her finger at a point on the map.

⥫⥫⥫⥫⥫⥫⥫⥫⥫⥫⥫⥫⥫⥫⥫⥫⥫⥫⥫⥭⥭⥭⥭⥭⥭⥭⥭⥭⥭⥭⥭⥭⥭⥭⥭⥭⥭

Catherine sat on the hood of the car and looked at the pyramid with a flat roof and sloped sides, with six layers, one built on top of the other. There was a smile on her face, her eyes were wide open.

“Cotton candy, you surprised me.” Buggy closed the car door and walked up to her. “You’re silent.”

She didn't take her eyes off the pyramid. “Do not tease me, clown.”

He leaned his back against the hood. “Come on, squeal.”

“Can I?” She looked at him.

“Of course you can.” He made a gesture with his hand.

Catherine jumped off the hood, clenched her hands into fists and began jumping around, squealing.

“Well, where are we now?” Buggy asked, glancing at her.

“My love! You’re looking at the very first pyramid in the world. Djoser’s pyramid. It was built almost 5,000 years ago.” She joyfully pointed to the structure. “Just fuck me! The ancient pyramid may contain what we're looking for.”

Catherine grabbed her head, turned to Buggy and broke into a smile. He exhaled, spread his arms, inviting her to jump on him. She threw herself on his neck with a squeal. “Love.” Smack. “Love.” Smack. “Love, love, love you!” Smack. Smack. Smack.

He wrapped his arms around her waist. “I’m happy you're happy.”

“You know, this pyramid was built by the very first Egyptian architect.” Catherine turned around, pressed her back against his chest and took his hand. “It is believed that the steps carry some symbolism - along them the pharaoh was supposed to pass to the kingdom of the dead. According to the notes that I have and what is indicated in the map, we will need to find the king's eyes peeking out through a hole. And we need to be more careful. This pyramid is also included in the tourist route. But it also has fake paths. I don't know what's in them. Traps or attempted tunnels. Be careful, please.” She stroked his palm with her fingers.

“Why are you telling me this?” Buggy asked in surprise.

“You almost got stuck in some hole when you pulled out the third part of the scepter, clown. I don’t want to lose you ahead of time.” Catherine reached out her hand and laid it on his head. “Okay, let’s go and try to find this fucking diamond.”

They collected their things and headed towards the entrance. As they walked towards the pyramid, Catherine told Buggy that it was all considered a vast complex, including courtyards, sanctuaries, temples, and dwellings for the priests. They reached the pyramid, which made of six-tiered “stepped” layers of stone and clay. Buggy listened to her with interest. They bought entrance tickets and, together with a group of tourists, went inside the pyramid.

“Oh my God! We are now inside the very first pyramid in the world. Can you imagine?” Catherine pulled Buggy's hand and turned her head, trying to look at everything as best as possible. “Awesome, huh?”

“Not bad.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“Not bad.” Catherine rolled her eyes at him.

They stood in a small room between columns. It was the central courtyard, from which eleven different tunnels branched off in different directions.

“Look.” Catherine took out a notepad. “We are in the central passage now. It was built above the sarcophagus of the pharaoh. The sarcophagus itself is located at the bottom of a very deep vertical shaft, which is covered with a dome. In addition, the tomb contains 11 carved burial rooms for members of the pharaoh's family. But there are also a lot of tunnels that lead to a dead end. The pyramid has not been fully studied, so the data may be incomplete.”

“Yeah-yeah, I remember.” He started imitating her, walking away to look at the wall. “Be careful. Buggy. You're such an idiot that you can go down the wrong corridor.”

Catherine exhaled, walked up behind him, buried her head in his back and took his hand. “You're my idiot. Just be careful. Okay?”

“Fine.” He squeezed her hand and replied with a smile on his face. “Where are we gonna go, my Egyptian girl?”

“We need to go to the southern part of the pyramid.” She took the map out of her bag. “It's this way.”

They walked along a corridor decorated with ornaments and paintings. Some walls were covered with blue tiles, reminiscent of a reed mat, and were also decorated with reliefs depicting the pharaoh performing various rituals.

“You know, it was previously believed that these corridors and the rooms next to them were used for burial. But do you see these drawings? They simply describe the life of the pharaoh and his family. There is no trace of the ritual nature of these rooms. They clearly look like they were once residential.” Catherine walked from wall to wall and carefully moved her hands over the drawings. “That’s amazing.”

They walked through several corridors, went down a few steps and found themselves in a part of the pyramid with narrow passages.

“Wait.” Catherine looked around. “Where is everyone? We followed the notes and the map, but I don’t see a single tourist now.” She took out her notepad and map again. “See? We went this way, this way. Then we turned here.”

“Maybe we took a wrong turn?” Buggy looked at her notes.

“No, no, impossible. We walked clearly along the corridors that were indicated on the sheets.” Catherine tapped her finger on the notes in her notebook.

Buggy scratched his neck. “Is there any possibility that this corridor where we are now is not intended for tourists? As I understand it, these Egyptian guys of yours were very fond of such things.”

“Perhaps. But everything indicates that we need to get through this narrow passage.” Catherine squatted down and looked around the small tunnel. “There's some light further down there.” She pulled out a flashlight from her bag. "See?"

Buggy sat down next to her and squinted. “Yeah. And what do your scribbles say?”

“It's not a scribble. Stop making fun of my handwriting.” She poked him in the shoulder and checked the notes once again. “They say we need to crawl there.” Catherine pointed with a flashlight at the tunnel.

“As a true gentleman, I will allow you to crawl first.” Buggy chuckled idiotically and nodded towards the tunnel with his head.

“You're not a gentleman. You just want to look at my ass!” Catherine rolled her eyes.

“I can't deny that, cotton candy!” He lightly spanked her buttocks.

“You're disgusting!” Catherine slapped his hands. “I hate you!”

“Lord, a blow to the heart!” Buggy rolled his eyes theatrically. “How can I live now?”

“Oh, shut up, please, clown. You like pissing me off, right?” She slapped him on the head.

“My baby gets angry. Love it!”

“Go fuck yourself, Buggy! Seriously, be focused!” Catherine looked at him angrily and then stroked his head. “So what? Shall we go back or shall we go forward?”

“You and I didn’t come this far just to go back, right?” Buggy shrugged. “If your notes say that we should go this way, we have no choice.”

“Okay!” Catherine put the notebook and map in her bag, stuck the flashlight between her teeth, got down on all fours and climbed into the tunnel.

“Fuck, yeah! My favorite view of you” Buggy grinned happily, rubbed his hands and also climbed after her.

“Shtp! I’ll pnch u!” She mumbled through the teeth.

They crawled along a narrow passage and found themselves in a large room, the walls of which were made of pale yellow slabs of granite mixed with limestone. In the middle of the wall, everything was decorated with drawings and inscriptions in the form of intricate carvings.

“Where are we?” Buggy asked, looking at Catherine.

“I have no idea. Wait.” She took out all her notes again. “So. You and I walked past the hall with the cobras, past the visitation with the double columns. Then we went down through the side passage. And if we walked correctly, then we are now in the southern passage under the underground galleries. Remember, I told you that the pyramid is not fully explored? We are diffenetly now on those paths that are not listed in the boring guide for boring tourists.”

Buggy took out a second flashlight from her bag and shined it on the walls, “Cotton candy, there are some people drawn there again.” He pointed the light at the walls.

Catherine came closer and began muttering something under her breath.

“Cathie-pie?” Buggy came closer to her

“It says “Hathor and Amset will lead you through the gate. But you cannot go straight.. Start where Amset defeated the enemy”. This is some kind of nonsense.”

“Cotton candy, there’s some kind of lady painted on this wall.” Buggy pointed at the wall with a flashlight.

“Where? Where?” Catherine jumped happily and ran towards the drawings, pushing him aside.

“Geeez, woman!” Buggy walked closer to the wall. “Who is this?”

“This is Hathor. She is Horus's wife and was responsible for strength, love, beauty and was revered by women.” Catherine studied the drawing carefully.

Buggy tapped her on the shoulder. “Listen, is it normal that a piece of the ceiling is lighter than all the other slabs?”

Catherine shone her flashlight at the ceiling and looked at it. “No. Wait.” She looked at the drawing for a long time and muttered something under her breath. “These are not just light spots on the ceiling. This is.. the Milky Way?!”

“What?”

“Well, of course! The ancient Egyptians believed that Hathor's milk was the Milky Way. So we need to find the stars there. Remember, in the last pyramid I told you about Amset and the fact that he is associated with the stars.”

“Cotton candy, we had wild sex that day. Believe me, I remember you naked, loudly moaning my name, my tongue between your legs and not some mythical guy in heaven.” Buggy guffawed idiotically. “I bet if we did this in his pyramid, he would look at us from his Egyptian clouds and be jealous.”

“Seriously, clown?!” Catherine waved her hands. “You said this in front of the face of an Egyptian goddess?”

“Oh, come on!” Buggy came closer to her and placed his hands on her shoulders. “What will she do to me? Will she crawl out of the drawing and gore me with her horns?”

“You're disgusting.” Catherine shone the flashlight on the floor. “Look! There are stars on the slabs here. And you see, on each slab they are drawn only along the edges. Wait! Amset are the stars. Start where he defeated the enemy. Exactly!” She snapped her fingers. “It was believed that Amset defeated the enemy on the right side. So, we need to start from the right side. See? The Milky Way is like a curved line.” Catherine ran her finger in the air, the second drawing is on the ceiling. “We just need to step on those stars that the pictures above point to.”

“This is very exciting. But may I ask a question?” Buggy asked with interest in his voice.

“Sure!”

“Why is this woman... Hat.. What's her name? With horns. Why is she drawn with only one leg?”

“And look. The pattern of stars matches on these plates.” Catherine pointed to the right side. “And on those slabs that are closer to you.” She pointed to the left side.

“The distances between the plates are not the smallest. Sorry, baby, I don’t know how to stretch myself. I ate only one devil fruit.”

“This riddle is not for one. This riddle is for two.” Catherine whispered.

“What?” Buggy asked in surprise and widened his eyes

“These slabs are for two people. Hathor with one leg. And do you see? There are more drawings of her further down, and she is also on one leg. But look, in the next pictures she changes her supporting leg. She pushes off with different legs. So we need to do the same and just jump on the stars. Nothing complicated.” Catherine smirked.

“Nothing complicated? Am I an acrobat or something?”

“You run the circus! Stop whining. Stand on the slab on the right on the left side, I'll stand on the ones on the right.”

“Maybe I should try to split up? Well... One leg here, the other there.” Buggy scratched his head.

“I don't think this will work, to be honest. I don’t see any different option. Let's try! Stand on the left side!”

They went to different sides and stood at the first slabs.

“Are you ready?” Catherine asked.

“I have not the foggiest idea.”

“Stop whining, Buggy! We stand on one leg and jump on the count of three. Ready? One, two.. three!”

Jump.

They both took a leap and looked around.

“So. Since nothing is going anywhere, that means it’s already good.” Buggy heard a nervous chuckle in Catherine's voice. “Now the next slab. Jump to those stars in the upper left corner. Okay?”

“Ok.”

“One. Two. Three.”

Jump.

“Great! Just to keep your balance!” Catherine spread her arms out to the side for balance. “I haven’t done this since school. I look like a seagull! Wooohoo!” She made seagull sounds.

“Stop talking and making fun. Where to next?” Buggy tried to keep the balance. “It’s not easy.”

“You're so boring now! Top corner on the right. Ready? One, two... three!”

Jump.

“I even started to like it!”

Buggy heard a note of joy in Catherine's voice. “I'm glad you're happy, my lovely seagull. But where to next?” There was irritation in his voice.

“Upper left corner again. One. Two. Three.”

Jump.

“Shit! Stand still, Catherine! Stand still! Damn it!” Catherine staggered and put her other foot down on the slab. She looked around. “Nothing seems to be happening, right?”

“I think that far wall is moving.” Buggy pointed to the direction they came from.

“What?” Catherine squealed.

“The wall is moving! Congrats, Catherine! You grumble at me most of all, but hello! You’ve just launched some kind of ancient Egyptian crap!” He put his foot down and clapped his hands.

“Enough of the theatrics!" She imitated his clapping. "So, what should we do?”

“Fuck!!” Buggy ran up to Catherine, threw her over her shoulder and ran to the other side of the hall.

“What about the stars?!”

“Are you kidding me? Better think where to run!”

“Look for the horns! This is the sign of Hathor!”

“I see something ahead! It looks like horns!”

“Faster, Buggy! I think the wall is moving faster.”

“Fuck!!” He ran faster and carried her to the other end of the hall. “Here are the horns!” He pointed to the drawing.

“It's a door! Try to open it!” Catherine started tapping his shoulder. “Faster! This fucking wall is getting closer!”

“Does not work!!” Buggy tried to push the door.

“Faster, please! Otherwise, we'll get crushed!”

“And who is to blame for this?!” He said with a grunt in his voice, trying to push the door with the pattern in the other direction.

Catherine began to examine the wall. “There is a passage here! Quickly!” She grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the passage.

They crawled into a small tunnel when they heard a rumble behind them.

“Fucking Egyptian traps!” Catherine muttered as she crawled out of the tunnel. “Buggy?”

“I'm coming!” He followed her out of the tunnel. “Are you okay, cotton candy?”

“Yes! Thank you! You saved my life again, my blue-haired hero!” She hugged him and rested her chin on his chest.

“Always at your service!” Buggy wrapped his arms around her shoulders. “So. Now where are we?”

“I don’t know. Look, there's something here!” Catherine walked into a small recess in the wall and ran her hand over the drawings.

At that moment, a rumble was heard, and the grate came down, locking her inside the room.

Catherine looked at Buggy through the bars. “It seems like I'm an idiot now, yeah? Damn!”

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