#sorry guys I love you you're perfect it's just I need to lean into comedy

[probablyaparadox]

Eustass Kid Crack Theory

Ok So Like. Hear Me Out. Kid, and likewise all the Kid pirates, come from an unnamed island off the south blue. What if. That was black drum island. "But probably" I hear you say, "Their Home island was unaffiliated with the government! The government gave black drum island to wapol!" "But Paradox" I hear you cry "Black drum is a place where everyone is a little fancy and goth and another thing- not like Eustass and Killer and heat and wire and" SHHH. Black drum island was ruled over the kid pirates. And then they left. Do they really give enough of a damn to claim the island as their home base and be under their protection? (Maybe). But even if they did, the government could easily just take it over anyway. Who's protecting it? Kid? He's all the way in the new world. And as for Black drum being a little edgy with black masks I think black drum could just be England but for alt people. Wapol and kinder live in upper class London. Killer and Eustass are from the east end. Wire is from Oxford. And Heat is from Birmingham. Need I say more

[moonferry]

what type of movies the sdv marriage candidates would watch:

so this is just for funsies, but i decided to brainstorm what types of movies/shows all 12 marriage candidates would watch. there will be a mini-drabble assigned to each one, as a treat. sorry i got a little carried away with some of these. i hope you guys enjoy <3

bachelors:

harvey: he loves romcoms. there is literally no denying it.

i picture him on the farmhouse couch, wrapped in his favorite blanket with a mountain of tissues next to him. you walk in and take "your spot" next to him (which is basically as close to him as humanly possible, your head resting on his shoulder). he leans into your body to acknowledge you're there, but he's too invested in his movie. DEFINITELY a movie crier. "why can't she see that he's the perfect guy for her!!!" absolutely inconsolable during the parts where the love interests are fighting, but then when they finally get together he's like "i knew it!!!" harvey would have a variety of snacks, though most of them are things like apple slices with peanut butter and some assorted nuts. happy to share his opinions about the movie and even ask your input on the love interest(s). for example, if the main love interest has a current partner who is definitely not right for them, he'd be like, "so, you see that persons TOTALLY the wrong one for them, right?" he'd also "take notes" and use what hes learned from these movies to plan romantic dates for the two of you.

elliott: let's all be honest here. he also loves romcoms.

he and harvey have a "book-club" style meeting where they watch a movie and discuss it over tea/coffee. of course, he'd invite you, too. being the romantic - and writer - he is, he spends the entire movie critiquing things and going "oh, well, if i wrote it i'd do it this way-" you love him, even if he does talk over the movie. i also think he'd be the one to bring the most AMAZING array of snacks to a movie night - like full on 3 course meal with dessert. a bit overkill, but what else would you expect? elliott probably gets too invested in the storylines and - if its an ending he doesnt like - will write his "own version" with tweaks. yes, elliott is a part of fandom, sue me! he'd definitely show you the finished script and ask for your input. who knows? maybe elliott will direct his own movie one day - with you as the star, of course.

alex: if you guessed sports movies and gridball games... you'd be completely wrong. i think alex enjoys animated movies - it doesn't really matter the genre. alternatively, i also think he would enjoy westerns.

here me out: everyone always assumes he's like.. sport obsessed, and he is, but thats SOOO boring. i think he does enjoy watching sports, yes, but his favorite movie type is animated. im talking studio ghibli animation. he loves howl's moving castle and makes you watch it with him several times a week. honestly, you aren't entirely sure he doesn't have a crush on christian bale, but like, who could blame him? now for the westerns. from my own personal experience of visiting my grandparents, they watch westerns exclusively. i think living with george and evelyn would have introduced him to the western cowboy film genre and he would have instantly loved it. it's mainly a nostalgia thing - when alex was younger, he'd always sit on george's lap and watch the western movies with his grandfather. evelyn would be making cookies in the kitchen and then bring kid alex a heaping portion. whenever he watches a western now, he feels warm and safe. it reminds him of his childhood. of home.

shane: action comedy

i don't really think this would needs much explanation.. shane just enjoys a good action comedy movie. i think he'd laugh way too loudly. personally, i think he enjoys animated action comedies much more than live action ones (though he'll still watch those). i think his favorite would be kung fu panda, just because he sees himself as po in a way. i think he would supply ample snacks - though most so unhealthy and sugary that they'll make your teeth fall out. he's definitely the type to fall asleep during a movie, cheesy dust coating his fingers and his hands still in the bowl you two were sharing. you just shake your head and place a blanket over him. maybe you even fall asleep, too. that's all fun and games until you somehow knock the bowl off in your sleep and cheese balls spill all over your carpet flooring. oops. it's okay tho! 5 second rule. i also think shane is the type to walk into a room where a movie is playing while he was doing something (ie bringing you something, cleaning, etc), stand at the edge of the room with his arms crossed like he's "not interested", and spend 20 minutes watching before finally sitting down next to you.

sam: thriller movies

oh, sam. sammy sam samson. he's another tough one. theres so many good genres that i think he'd like, so hes sort of a chameleon. he's open to watch any and everything, but he LOVES thriller movies. more specifically, dystopian future thriller movies. he loves anything that's exciting. sorry sam fans, but i think he'd be the type to watch movies EXCLUSIVELY on his busted android phone. he'd also laugh loudly at parts and rewind to show you, but it's not like you can see through all the cracks so you're just like "oh, that's hilarious". sam loves sending you youtube compilations of "funny movie clips" and will be like "yoo, did you see that clip i sent you?" even though sam will watch anything, i think he absolutely despises war movies. even though he knows its just a movie, he can't help himself from imagining his father in that situation. war movies are a definite DO NOT WATCH for him. i think he would buy an entire large pizza for the two of you to share but.. im sorry, but you do NOT get any pizza. boy just eats the whole thing in 2 bites.

sebastian: historical movies

controversial, i know. but i feel like sebastian would love historical movies. growing up with demetrius as a step-father, sebastian always loved learning new things. historical movies allow him to continue to learn new things. now, i don't mean that he loves documentaries, i mean he loves historical FICTION movies. specifically, pirate movies. sebastian definitely is a laptop-only movie watcher. it doesn't matter if the tv is three feet from him, he will not watch something unless its on his laptop. i imagine him sitting on your shared bed, leaning back against the headboard with the laptop on his legs. he'd absolutely lose his mind if you joined him - even letting you hold the laptop, if you want. i think he would melt if you laid your head down on his chest and asked him questions about what he was watching - which he'd be happy to answer. he would definitely start playing with your hair if he seemed to be getting bored of his movie, or maybe he'd just do it without realizing.

bachelorettes:

emily: musicals!!

again, no real explanation needed. girlie loves to sing along - maybe even dance along - to the musical numbers. i think she is a musical theatre fanatic, though she really loves movie musicals. because broadway tickets are like so expensive, she prefers to stay home and watch them with you. she knows all the lyrics and has definitely watched them multiple times. during her favorite numbers, she'd pull you up from the couch and convince you to dance with her. you'd be having the time of your life - even if you didn't really know the lyrics. if you did, the two of you would be singing (well, screaming, really) along to every word.

leah: this one was a bit tough, but i think leah would like fantasy movies.

i really think she would enjoy the movie scenery more than the actual plot, though. like the beauty of the nature, you know? you two would be watching a movie where someone is going on a big, exciting quest and leah would be like "oh, gosh, look at those trees. the coloring is just spectacular." you don't mind, though, because she's right: these fantasy worlds always look so breath-takingly beautiful and it's hard not be captivated by them. i think she'd prefer the artistic aspect to the movies, especially if it's an animated fantasy movie. if it was animated, she'd be absolutely speechless and just in awe of how the animators drew something/someone. what she doesn't realize, though, is that you're looking at her the way she looks at the movie. she just looks so breath-taking and you can't help but smile every time she makes a comment about it. "this movie is so gorgeous" and you would think "but not as gorgeous as you."

maru: mysteries!!!

specifically murder mysteries or whodunit's. while she does love scientific documentaries as well, she also enjoys a good mystery movie. and when she watches them, she gets INVESTED. im talking making her own predictions and even asking you who you think the killer is. of course, she's always right. maybe she has some sort of "detective intuition"? you think it's adorable how she clings to your arm and rambles about her guesses. "how could you think it was THAT person? it's obviously this one!" can and will provide evidence on how she's right. makes you think and really dive deep into the movies. it's fun to watch them with her because it lets you view things in a different light than normal.

abigail: i think abby loves comedies.

yeah, everyone thinks she would like horror movies - and she does - but her favorite? comedies all the way. she loves a good laugh. the two of you have a movie theater date, making sure to get the extra large popcorn to share (but you wouldn't be mad if abby ate it all, since she usually does. but she looks cute with her face full of popcorn.) she laughs super loud and everyone else in the theater is .. glaring at you two. i think she would also have "full body" laugh reactions like she would smack the seat, smack her legs, just anything. she's having a good time tho. by the end of the date she is completely covered in popcorn (yes, it even managed to get in her hair, somehow) and you spend a few minutes picking each piece out.

haley: honestly? i think she enjoys horror movies. not because she's overly interested in the horror aspect, but because it gets her closer to you.

she would invite you over for a movie. of course, she would probably be scared out of her mind (or not, depending on the severity of the movie). regardless of if she was actually scared or not, i think she'd still find a reason to cuddle up next to you "for comfort" or "because she was scared". you don't mind, though, and you're happy to have her feel safe in your arms. eventually, she'd just stop trying to watch the movie all together and just cuddle up next to you.

penny: i think she would like dramas or melodramas.

penny, being calm and quiet herself, probably likes these genres of movies because she doesn't express very strong emotions herself. not that she doesn't feel them, she does!, she's just very soft spoken and doesn't like to speak her mind for fear of upsetting someone. when she watches these movies, she can relate to the characters and their experiences. it makes her feel.. calmer? in a way. i think she is the type to watch movies while in pajamas, probably before bed or at a sleep over type setting. she will defend her movie choices (not that you'd insult them, anyway). i also think she would be the type to bring "easy" snacks - peanuts and saltine crackers are her best friends. penny seems like the type to have a movie on in the background while doing something else (cleaning, trying new recipes, etc). if you two had a sleepover, she would definitely try to get you interested in her movie choice and list any possible actors you may know. even if it wasn't really "your thing", you'd still watch the movie because it makes penny happy.

[najatheangel]

𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬

pairing: liu yangyang x reader

now playing: foreign by trey songz

genre: very spicy and comedy.

requested by: @bigbrainenergytingz ❤️ (sorry boo this one is a little longer than I imagined, but I hope you enjoyed! )

summary: badboy!yangyang crushing on the new female foreign exchange student!reader. Slowly she starts to turn him on and he demands to see her in the library to give her a piece of his mind and body.

“Class here’s our new exchange student from the Dominican Republic! She’s staying here for the 6-month program and she’s a junior. Everyone please be nice and give a big welcome to y/fn. y/ln”

You slowly walk in adjusting your boarding school uniform you received in the dorm today. The skirt was uncomfortably tight and it revealed your legs so it made your walk slightly awkward, but the class didn’t seem to care since they were already staring at you admiring how lovely you looked especially the guy in the leather jacket sitting in the very back, yangyang.

“A pleasure to meet your class, I’ll promise to work hard and do my best.” Your English accent shocked everyone and made all the girls hype you up. All the guys fell in love with you even more, but of course, you had your eye on one man only the rebel, playboy, mastermind, and leader of the Wayv Biker Club Liu Yangyang.

“Bro she’s looking dead at you. I think she wants you, man.” Lucas nudges and ruffles yanyang’s hair as you walk right in front of him and sit at the desk right in front of him. Yangyang leans back and whispers back at Lucas saying “You think so huh? I’ve never done it with a foreign exchange student before. Let’s see what she’s all about.” He gives Lucas a quick fist bump and proceeds to give his attention back to you.

The whole class time, he kept his eyes on you, biting his lip thinking how he’s going to make his first move. As his fellow friend, Mark would always say “You got to seize the opportunity.” And just that he was fired up waiting for the perfect opportunity.

As soon as the bell rang, he ran up to principal Tate begging if he could shadow you around the school just so he could find a way to get closer to you.

Principal Tate rolled her eyes as she ignored to young man pouting at his suggestion. “Listen Yangyang, the last few times I let you shadow a new female student it becomes the talk of the town that you bang them, and then I have to talk to their parents about it over and over again.”

He blocks the door preventing her from getting inside the office. He whines again “Please, she’s different! I will seriously not get her in trouble this time. Can I at least show her the bottom floor of the school and I’ll let you live?”

The principal rolls her eyes one last time and writes a demerit slip as a warning in case yangyang doesn’t follow through with his task. “Fine, only show her the cafeteria, gym, and library, but that’s it. If you take any longer than an hour, then you are in big trouble. Got it?” Yangyang gives her a soft grin thanking her. “No need to worry principal Tate you have my word, see you tomorrow for my after-school detention.”

She shakes her head as he runs after you to your locker screaming your name like an excited school girl. “Ugh, how does his mother deal with him all day every day.”

…

He leans against your locker as he notices you grabbing your packed homemade lunch. “Hey I don't know if you forgot about me, but let me introduce myself. My name is Yangyang and I’m your shadow for the 2nd half of the day.”

You looked at him clutching your lunch box nervously, but at the same time smiling interested in spending your time with him. "Well might as well, you've been staring at me all day in class. Show me around."

Yangyang clears his throat responding back by saying "Uh, was I? My bad love, it's a bad habit. You can follow me Miss Y/Ln. Yangyang walks downstairs with you offering to hold your backpack showing you the cafeteria. The cafeteria of course had served the best expensive meals for students that prefer not to cook in their dorms and also have their tables separated by cliques. Yangyang just so happened to sit in the school rebels aka trouble makers section.

His friends Lucas, CJ, Samuel, and Hendery were smacking their lips eating their pork rice bowl as they see you walking across the cafeteria together with his arm wrapped around his shoulder looking lovey-dovey.

Hendery winked at yangyang and the rest of the boys cheered the two of you on loving how the two of you walk what seems like in slow motion in front of everyone. "Okay, then my boy getting him some. Make sure you meet tonight at the garage to fix our motorcycle like you promised."

Yangyang looks to the side slightly blushing at the boy's comments but gives them a nod before sitting right next to you.

"Sorry, sometimes my friends can be such idiots. Let's eat shall we." The boys moan and make sexual jokes in the background making fun of yangyang even more until he throws an onigiri at them leaving you laughing.

"No it's alright, I never laughed this much in a long time. You guys make the perfect group." Your laugh makes him melt into a bigger puddle making him spill his miso soup all over his pants.

"Oh no! I'm very sorry. Let me clean that off for you" You panic grabbing napkins out of the napkin holder and run to sit very close to yangyang wiping his pants aggressively.

He gulps looking very close to your eyes all the way down to your lap but instantly snaps out of it trying to keep his cool. "Oh no it's getting worst, what should I do?"

The more you wipe the harder time he is having controlling his urges. What made him snap was when you slide his leather jacket off to wipe the stain off his thin white dress shirt. "Okay, that's enough. I can't do this, you're coming with me."

He gets up quickly grabbing you with him speeding towards the library.

...

Yangyang closes the door behind him before checking if anyone dares to come inside. He takes you all the way back to the library back to the romance book section where all the so-called "hook-ups" usually happen and push you against the bookshelf.

He takes a deep breath and looks at you intensely saying "Now I got you where I want you. Why do you keep teasing me? I see right through you."

You finally sigh giving up the innocent act and unleash your true flirty, freaky and confident side. "So you've finally caught me huh. Well, it's not a secret all the girls want you here. So I figured I'd give it try besides your not the innocent one either."

You play with the buttons on his shirt making it harder for him to focus. "Your gonna get me in trouble again if you keep it up, missy."

You giggle and proceed by whispering in his ear in your accent that he loved hearing since you came to the school. "Well, you're the trouble maker for a reason. It won't be bad for one more day."

"I swear to" You cut him off by pulling his shirt down and kissing him softly. "Are you sure you don't want me? I can see it all over your face. Don't deny it just give in already."

Yangyang groans and lifts you up kissing you back against the bookshelf. His kisses become more wet leaving you out of breath and begging for more. He unbuttons your shirt leaving more wet kisses down your neck making you squeal.

"Shhh quiet down. People are trying to study." He teases when clearly no one is here. You slap him lightly and bring his face against your chest letting him play with your boobs.

To make the atmosphere hotter, he starts moving closer to you, lifts your skirt up, and starts grinding against you. "Mmmph, try to keep quiet now. I'll open the door back up and let the whole school hear you scream my name." He chuckles as his movements go slightly faster.

You wrap your arms around him tighter to keep his body as close to you as possible, but that ends quickly when the lunch bell rings.

"Shit- I forgot about Trigonometry!" You panic again as you adjust your skirt and button your shirt back up. You run to grab your backpack and give him one last kiss before running out of the library.

"I'm sorry babe, but can't slip up on my first day. We can continue this later. See ya." You wave skipping out of the library.

Yangyang pouts yelling "Wait, but I didn't get to cum yet. Ugh, man I can't wait to see her again." He smirks adjusting his leather jacket but realizes he smells the leftover soup all over his uniform.

"Crap, I still gotta clean this up."

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[sweetchup]

Monarch Butterfly

Anonymous asks: Chrollo and his so that both think they’re playing each other... maybe she’s sweet and cute looking so she plays into it and he thinks she dumb and naive and she thinks he’s just a rich kid that took one philosophy class

Type: Chrollo Lucilfer x theif! Reader

Au?: None (same universe as Cute Little Princess (pt.2) and N.E.R.D.S (pt.1))

Word count: 4,000+

Warnings: Smut, Unprotected sex, Chrollo being a Sapiosexual, Dom/Submissive, Angst, angst and angst. Yay, I’m so sad.

Author Note: welp. In a simple sense I went overboard, hehehe, since I instantly got an amazing idea. I might actually make a part 2 to this one if it gets popular enough. I honestly fell in love with the concept once I started writing. I hope you like it anon.

“(Y/n), are you thinking of trying something stupid again? Don’t think I can’t see that look on your face.” Clementine says, blowing a puff out of her cigarette as she looks over to you. You only laugh at Clem, reaching over to pull one of her short blonde corkscrew curls. You watch it bounce back and forth for a moment before answering. “I don’t think it’s stupid. I’m just thinking of having a little fun, that’s all.”

“A little fun my ass. Do you know where we are right now?”

“A party?”

Clementine sighs and shakes her head, “You idiot. We are in a fancy hotel at a party, being hosted by Emperor Fushi who is crowning his eldest daughter, Himiko, and her future husband, Tai.”

“Well, I don’t think it’s that serious.”

Clementine squints her eyes at you as she exhales one last puff of her cigarette before putting it out. “How so. Enlighten me Miss (Y/n).”

“Well,...” you pause for a minute to gather your thoughts, “this is the second time Himiko has been engaged in less than a month. Her first husband was Phinks Magcub who randomly went missing around a week and half ago, along with Emperor Fushi’s youngest daughter.”

“Yeah, they apparently fell in love and ran off into the sunrise. Like so cheesy comedy”

“I don’t think that’s the case,” you murmur. Finally spotting your target again. Clementine lets out an ‘Hah?’. You ignore her noise and just signal her to move down the stairs with you, “I do believe they fell in love and disappeared but I don’t think Mr. Magcub was actually in love with Himiko. Mr Magcub and Himiko got engaged about three ½ weeks ago and Mr Magcub disappeared 1 ½ weeks ago. What do we know that happened in between that timeline?”

You hear her gasp and you smirk a little bit. “T-the theft of The Dragon Eyes Collection!”

“And who do we know that’s crazy enough to do that?”

“The phantom troupe! Wait, (Y/n) is one of them—“

“Yep, one of them is here,” You squint as you go to search for him again. Oh. There he is, “And it’s their leader.”

“(Y/n) wait don’t. We don—“

You act as if you're checking something in her hair and whisper into her ear. “Clem. He already has the two Crown Jewels. That’s our mission and I need to go retrieve them. We may also get the info on the Dragon Eye Collection. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, please hold down the fort while I’m gone.”

You pull away and Clementine sighs before smirking. “Don’t be a stupid ass though.”

“I won’t.” You whine as you sashay away. Your heals click down across the tile floor as you get closer and closer to the bar. You hear a whistle and look to your left to see some young prestigious men eyeing you. Practically undressing you with their eyes. Bingo.

As you finally come to the bar area, you locate him. You can’t see his face right now, due to his back facing you, but it’s obvious it’s him. His bulb-like earrings give him away from like a mile away. You smirk before giving your best sweetest smile. You poke the black haired leader on the shoulder causing him to turn around.

“I-um. Oh god. I’m sorry but can I sit next to you?”

Chrollo gives you a smile. “Yes, of course. Is something the matter, Miss?”

“Oh, no. I’m just not a fan of parties and I was trying to go back to my room but, I got a little scared when a couple of men were staring creepily at me.”

“But, wouldn’t I make you nervous as well? Afterall you don’t know me.”

“Ah I guess-s you do. I’m sorry you are just the first one I saw. I guess I’ll leave, I’m sorry to disturb—“ you say, attempting to get up.

The black haired man grabs your wrist. “Oh. I don’t want you to leave. I was just curious.”

You sit back down. That worked perfectly, he reacted just as you thought he would. You once remembered a person telling you that the leader of the Phantom Troupe has an unquenchable thirst for knowledge and his curiosity. And you could tell just by watching him from the balcony, that stealing the Crown Jewels was just like child play for him, so he was bored sitting here at the bar. And even if he didn’t look like it, He was practically looking for anything to possibly entertain him.

So, you walk in, a rich looking damsel in distress waiting for someone to come save her. Chrollo will, of course, take that. You check off all the marks needed to satisfy himself and he had many possible ways to do it. He could steal your Nen, break down your mind, use you, steal from you, or simply just do all of them.

This was where he messed up though. He never would have imagined he would run into someone just as intelligent as him, you.

“I’m Chrollo, Chrollo Lucilfer, by the way.” Chrollo says, leaning against the bar counter.

“Oh! Nice to meet you Chrollo. I’m (y/n). (Y/n) Okage.” You murmur the last part under your breath as if you don’t want him to know. But, he definitely caught it. Perfect, he took your bait. Now he thinks you're an Okage.

“An Okage huh? Wow, call me impressed.”

“Ahh it’s not anything that impressive. It’s just a last name after all.”

Chrollo raises an eyebrow as if he’s saying really. So you’re an Okage, huh? Now he is really interested. The Okage family is a prestigious military family that is known for their very rare Nen. Chrollo is definitely not letting you out his clutches now, he’s going to quietly lure you into his web and pounce. But the question is how…

Ah, that’s how. Chrollo eyes the group of men on the left side of the room, whistling and eyeing every woman that passed by. This worked even better because they were also blocking the exit.

“Would the group of men that happen to be eyeing you, them?”

He points to the group before looking quickly back at you. He watches your doe like eyes blink a couple of times before looking off in that direction. You seem to shudder and clearly show your fear as you see them.

“Y-yes that’s them.” You say, clutching tighter onto your purse. You hear Chrollo let out a small ‘ahh’ as you finish talking.

“Well I was just wondering how you're going to get back to your room without them noticing. After all, they are blocking the door.”

“Oh no. Your right. Do you know if there’s any other doors that lead to the hotel part of this building?”

“Sadly there isn’t. But...,” Chrollo suddenly stands up and extends a hand out to you, “I’d be happy to escort you back to your room.”

“Really?!? Thank you so much!” You say, taking his hand as he leads you away. As you're about to leave you spot Clementine and, secretly, use your hand to signal her.

Clementine smirks into her drink as she notices it. So, the spider has been beaten at his own game eh? Man she might call you stupid but honestly you are the smartest partner she could ever as for. It also doesn’t help you make this job ten times more interesting when you're around.

She just hopes you didn’t get him too caught up in your fun. He’s definitely not like the others you’ve faced.

———🕸—🕷—🕸———

“C-chrollo, W- Wait. I haven’t even taken out the keycard.” You murmur, let out soft moans into his ear as he bites and sucks on your neck. Maybe you made yourself a little too appealing to this guy. Though, at the same time, you can obviously tell him lusting over you is all fake. He just wants you to let his guard down so he can steal from you. Also, you can feel he doesn’t even have a bulge right now.

“Give it. I’ll take care of it.” Chrollo groans, grabbing the card. Once the door to the hotel room is unlocked, Chrollo picks you up and throws you onto the bed. You squeal as he pulls your dress off you and then takes off his shirt and bandanna. Huh. Honestly he’s not half bad, he’s got some nice chiseled muscles going on and an interesting forehead tattoo. Though his patience could use a little work.

You moan out his name as he gives small open mouth kisses all the way from your stomach to your lips. Once he reaches your lips he stops and gives you a passionate kiss.

Honestly, even though this is nice and all, you have a job to finish. Sorry Chrollo. Hope you’ll forgive me on this one.

One moment, Chrollo is pushing you down onto the bed and in charge but in the next, his body feels a hundreds of pounds and it’s even hard to move an muscle.

“W-what?” Chrollo murmurs confused as to what’s going on. You huff as you roll him off of you and he lands next you on his back.

“Fuuuw, Damn Chrollo you weigh a lot. You should lay off the muscle training for a while,” You say, stretching your back. Now, let’s see where those Crown Jewels are. Scurrying through his clothes you find two tiny marbles stuffed into his pant pocket. You bring both up to your eye and examine them as you sit down on his lap. As you look into them you spot the two crowns in one and the Dragon Eye Collection in the other. Score!, “Ooooo! What an interesting ability. Conjures never cease to amaze me with what they come up with.”

You see Chrollo tense, attempting to move, as you throw them on top of your dress on the floor. “Don’t try Chrollo. My Nen won’t be making you move for quite some time.”

“How so?” Chrollo asks, his face blank, unreadable. But, it won’t work, you can see right passed that little trick of his.

“Now I wouldn’t want to tell you that silly goose. I’ll meet one of your conditions if I do so.”

You see Chrollo eyes gleam for a second. He was surprised. He’s had people figure out what his Nen is before but no one has been able to find out his conditions. Not his enemies, not the people of Meteor City, not the Zoldyck’s, not even the troupe. Only he knows what they are. Chrollo licks his dry lips, he’s knows he’s walking on shaky ground right now. “A condition? Are you talking about my Nen? (y/n)? If that is really your name. Though I highly doubt that’s your name. Afterall—

Aww how cute, little Chrollo is trying to change the subject last minute. You decide to cut him off in the middle of his rant, “Yes it’s really my name and yes, I’m talking about your Nen and conditions. Honestly, I already knew you could steal abilities around 3 people had already told me. So it just left me to how. How did the infamous Chrollo Lucilfer, Leader of the Phantom Troupe, steal people’s Nen without their knowledge? Well, it can’t be something that catches them off guard. Afterall, that will grab too much attention and you would have found out already. Yet it also can’t be something too far from the topic of “Nen” either since you need to steal it. So I just observed you as you walked around the party today, after all their is an—“

You pause for a second as you feel something. Is this really happening right now? You test the waters and spread your legs a little bit more wider. Chrollo has definitely gotten a boner while you were talking, it’s a fully hard one too. You decide to roll your hips a little and watch as Chrollo let’s out a moan. You laugh a little at his reaction, “Wow. I’m not sure if I should be happy or offended that me talking turned you on more than the flirting and grinding we did all the way in the elevator.”

Chrollo chuckles, his hair sprayed around on the pillow below him. He’s still trying to keep his tough act up, even now. “Well, there’s a word to describe that actually. It’s called Sapiosexual. By definition it means that someone is attracted to their mind over-r… shit.”

Chrollo clutches onto the sheet below him as you start to slowly grind on top of him. “You know, I’m starting to believe you just really like to hear yourself talk. Either that or you just like to avoid confronting things you don’t know how to figure out in that moment.”

Chrollo doesn’t respond. He just chooses to close his eyes while you smile down at him. “Not talking? Aww sorry I didn’t mean to hit a nerve, Chrollo. Here let me make it up to you.”

You lightly lift yourself off his lap and slowly begin to unbuckle his belt. Looking away quickly, you tried to see Chrollo for a reaction but there was none. Oh well, you can’t rush the good things after all. You’ll have him a mess eventually.

Finally, you pull down his pants and boxers off. Leaving his hard length out in the open; you reach out and hold it lightly in your hand. Wow, he really was a Sapiosexual. The tip of his cock was a pretty red shade with light drips of precum spilling out, showing he was practically craving for release. Hmm...You know what you’ll do. “Wow Chrollo, you're really straining for release. I should help you out. Hmmm... I’m not sure if you're a germaphobe or not so I’m just going to start with my hand….”

Chrollo still had his eyes closed so it gave you the perfect opportunity. As you continue talking, you pulled your panties to the side and lined him up with your entrance. Careful not to get too close so he figures out your plan. Honestly, you were soaked, his cock was honestly really thick and big so you knew it was going to feel absolutely amazing. Also, Chrollo is an entertaining man. You wouldn’t mind have sex with him multiple times if you have to.

“....so Just let me know if it’s not enough ok? I’ll switch to my mouth if so.”

You wait for a second for him to respond but he only lets out a chuckle. Still trying to play it cool. Oh well, you brought this on yourself Chrollo. You take a deep breath and sink down onto his length.

You hear chrollo let out a loud groan as you sink every inch Chrollo has to offer inside you. Even while you are just staying still it makes you feel as if you are about to burst. But, that’s not the important thing right now. You bring your hips up and start off with a slow rhythm, watching as Chrollo is attempting to bring back his composure.

“So,... where was it I left off again? Oh yeah. So I was observing you at the party. Be extra careful to catch changes in people’s aura and listen to what you were saying to them.” You say, rambling off your thoughts. You feel Chrollo twitch suddenly inside you as you speak. You decide to reward the poor man by moving your hips at a faster pace. Maybe you got a bit too excited coming across someone like Chrollo. Clementine will definitely scold you later but, oh well. “I noticed you had stolen the Nen ability of 6 out of the 21 Nen users you talked to at today’s party. Observing you is how I determined the conditions. The first condition I found out was when Mr. Noz and Mr. Casey wouldn’t show you their Nen, and theirs weren’t any of the ones that ended up being taken. The 6 you did take however did show you, meaning one of your conditions is the user has to show you.”

You flinch as you feel Chrollo’s hands grab onto your waist, a bruising clutch against your soft skin. Crap, your Nen was warding off faster than you thought. You have to quicken this up, as much as you didn’t want to. You lean forward onto chrollo’s chest, allowing him to be squeezed more and sucked deeper into you. It definitely made you more vulnerable since it meant his cock was bashing against your g-spot with every flick of your hips but it was also working well on him. You could tell since he was panting and groaning into your ear like crazy. You just needed to hold on for a bit longer.

“T-the second condition I confirmed also with two people. One being a woman whose husband explained to you her Nen ability. You didn’t end up stealing hers so that meant one of the conditions had to do with the person telling you about their Nen. T-Then—then when you went to…”

Oh god, you hide your head into Chrollo’s neck. It was too good, you were honestly begging for mercy. You would slow down the pace but Chrollo has gotten feeling back in the muscles of his hips so he was just thrusting up erratically into you. Chasing after his release.

“What’s wrong (y/n)?” Chrollo murmurs into your ear, causing you to whine and shiver at his mesmerizing voice, “W-what did I do next that 100% confirmed the second condition?”

You don’t respond as your brain was practically melted at this point. Though, Chrollo won’t take that as an excuse. Chrollo, with most of the feeling back in his body, flips you over so he was on top. He stops his thrusts and holds your legs down so you can’t move. You whined as you looked at the silvered eye man above you. “I asked you a question, my little butterfly. And I expect you to answer it.”

You pause and don’t say anything, not wanting him to boss you around. He smirks and pulls all the way out before bashing right back into you, hitting your cervix. You grunt, pain flickering through your body.

You glare at Chrollo above you and he only does it again. And again. Waiting for his lovely little butterfly to answer him. On the 6th thrust is when it gets interesting, this time when he bashed in, your cervix had eased up. Allowing him into the depths of your womb. Your eyes widen and Chrollo chuckles, both of you knowing what this means.

You try to fight against it but Chrollo successfully cross your legs. Making it so you squeezed around him even more. He lets out a sigh, losing his composure as he begins to make small little thrusts, trying to stay in your womb. “Answer me my little butterfly. You and I both know what’s highly likely to happen if I cum this deep in you. There’s no way around it if I do. So answer me.”

He was right, there was no way around it if he does. You’ll just have to follow his orders, waiting for him to drop his guard again.

“T-then I confirmed it when Mr hansu wouldn’t explain to you how to function his ability after you saw it, only about how flashy it is. Meaning your second condition is the person has to tell you the general function or uses of the ability. The third—“ you let out a small sigh as you feel the knot in your stomach about to explode. It also didn’t help you could feel Chrollo begin to twitch inside you, if you came while still explaining there was no question he would cum, hard. “The third, I confirmed through your expressions. Sometimes you would do the first two conditions but not follow up with the third condition since you hadn’t found the ability interesting to you. But when you did, you always had them touch the handprint on your conjured book. The ones that didn’t touch it, didn’t have their abilities stolen.”

You let out a sigh, you were done. You listed all of his conditions. Now he just needs to stop thrusting into your womb.

“And the fourth? The fourth condition?” you blink as he says this. T-there was a fourth condition? Oh god you had forgot strong Nen ability usually had 4-5 conditions not 2-3. Your heart races up as you flicker fastly through your memories.

Nothing else was similar between all the people he talked to. Which means that it’s either a time limit or a magic word that you hadn’t caught. It’s more likely the time limit so you’ll go with that.

“Y-your fourth is a time limit. I confirmed this because strong Nen types need 4-5 conditions and nothing else was similar between the people you talked to. T-This—this means the only likely answer is a tough time limit. From what I observed it took you about 45 minutes to steal from one of the businessmen-men so it’s something higher than that but it has to be shorter—oh~ than 3 hours since that gives too much time and isn’t as strict. Hah-ha-Happy now?”

Chrollo humms for a minute thinking, before he lets out a groan. Come on Chrollo, pull out. You can tell he’s about to burst.

“Chrollo pull out-t, you're about to cum.”

Chrollo groans as you say that, leaning his forehead against yours. Damn, you felt your walls twitching and tightening. You were going to cum.

“You can tell little butterfly? You're so smart my butterfly. All mine.” Chrollo murmurs, pressing kisses against your collar bone. “ I enjoy you, you are so entertaining, so smart, so special. Like a rare specimen. My special butterfly. Trapped in my web forever. Fuck—”

As he says that you finally feel him cum, also allowing the knot in your stomach to finally burst. You bite down, hard on his shoulder, as your whole body shakes underneath him in ecstasy. You thought your brain was mush before, but now it had completely melted into a liquid. It also didn’t help that you loved the feeling of him pumping hot cum into you. The feeling of something so dangerous that also felt so messy and primary sent a flame through your nerves.

You let a couple of pants out as you finally come to. Turning to your right you see chrollo his eyes close since he was out cold. You had hoped when you bit his shoulder and broke the skin that, with your nen, you could put him to sleep before he had cum in you but it seems that hadn’t worked out. As you're trapped underneath the handsome man, you decide it wouldn’t hurt to observe him for a little. Ever so carefully you lightly run your fingers through his hair and then to tracing his features before finally running them across the tattoo on his forehead.

“(Y/n)…” your heart clenches and your fingers tremble as you hear him whisper in his sleep. This is bad. You finally decide it was time to get him off you and it was time for you to make your leave. With a huff, you roll him over before covering with the sheets. You give him one last look before you begin to get dressed, deciding not to even bother cleaning up the cum he pumped into you. You would deal with it when you got back home and we’re able to take a shower, right now you just needed to get the hell out of here. Though before you leave, you decide to neatly fold Chrollo’s clothes and place them on the nightstand beside him, a parting gift if you will. As you place the clothes down and go to leave, a hand grabs your wrist.

You turned, shocked, as you looked at Chrollo. He was hardly able to keep his eyes open and was struggling to even hold onto you. “My Little butterfly… you aren’t going anywhere… you're mine”

You look at him blankly for a couple of seconds before letting out a sad laugh. Damn it. This was supposed to be a fun time but nothing can ever have a happy fairy tale like ending can it?

You lean down placing your forehead down on his. Looking deeply into his silver eyes. “Chrollo. I am your little butterfly. I bet I forever will be but…but…”

You turn your head to the side and savor the last kiss you'll ever share with this man. This extraordinary man that gave you a night you’ll never forget. You slowly pull away watching as his eyes begin to droop again.

“But, Chrollo, you have to be careful. Afterall, A monarch is deadly to a spider.”

And, with that, Chrollo was out. And so were you, not a single trace of you remained in that room. It was like the monarch had never been trapped in Chrollo’s web in the first place.

But, the scars left on those beautiful butterfly wings of yours, Is enough proof that you were there. And that you left, damaged.

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Billy Loomis and Stu Macher: Ghost in the Flesh

Warning: 14+ Swearing. Gore. Word count: 1,688

No party was as good as the ones hosted by Stu Macher. An 18 year old Rich Bitch senior, whose parents decided they could trust him with the house while they went on vacation somewhere in the Bahamas. He was also a piece of eye candy, along with his buddy, the ‘Definition-of-Teen-Angst’ Billy Loomis. He's that one ride or die friend of the school. You see, these guys are popular. While they may not be the jock d-bags of the highschool superiority complex, they are known around here for being party animals. Stu is also the goofiest in the school, the class comedian, if you will.

Me? I’m just… there. Look, Stu is throwing a massive party tonight. I’m not gonna flirt or anything. I just wanna get some beer and bounce. No biggie. In’n’out.

Okay, I'm a little freaked out. I don't wanna bump into a dude named Randy Meeks, a guy who's built like a weasel and acts like one too. He's a horror movie fanatic who acts like school is an actual movie, well, a horror movie. I really have nothing against him, he's a good dude, but still. I'd rather not talk to him.

The whole school day I spent pondering about the party. I found myself daydreaming about Bill- err… watching the movie at the party. Casey and I couldn't stop talking about it. We’re best friends, so we do a lot together.

I rented out the Robin movie and skedaddle. Randy was screaming and I wanted none of that. I go home and put the movie on the counter. "Mom? Hey, I brought a movie home! I know you'll love it!"

School is over for the weekend and I head to the video store on my walk home. Randy is stocking shelves as usual. I look at the comedy section; ooh, my family will love this one! It's a Robin Williams movie! And there he is, Party Man himself. Stu Macher, picking on weasel dude. I see Billy, talking to a group of girls who swoon at his slightest movement (ewww).

It was getting closer to 8. I watched that movie with my parents and ate. I did my homework, cleaned my room, and showered. I set out for the 10-minute walk to Stu's house. Instead, I got a phone call. "Hey, it's Billy. Do you need a ride here?" Right, I gave him my number to help study.

"Well, the house is just a 10 minute walk away-"

"Why don't you just let me pick you up? Shorten that time."

"Uhm, ok then. You need my address?"

"N-... yea, I do."

A few minutes later, I see the car of one of the most popular guys at school pull up in front of my house. Gee, that was fast. "Hey, mom? I'm gonna hang out with my buddies tonight. I'll call you before I leave for home."

I'm in his car. I'm in his car. I'm in his car. Oh my god. Ok, he's cute. But I can't freak out like this. "You- ah, ok there?" He says. "O- oh, yea, I'm sorry, just zoned out." I stammer. His car smells like cologne and it's very clean. And he's right next to me. Billy Loomis. Sitting in his car. Next to a loser.

“Hey, you know Stu and I are close, right?” Billy said. “Of course I do! You guys are double trouble!” I giggled. He laughs. God, that laugh. It was so melodic, so… perfect. “Well, we’ve been thinking about getting closer with you. Y’know, we’re not very close. We wish that was different. You’re very kind, and you have such a great personality.” He admitted. I stare blankly for a second. Hey, did he take a back road? “I like that idea,” I said. He looked at me with those gorgeous brown eyes. “Yeah?” 

I nodded and smiled. I can’t believe this! He smiles and giggles lightly to himself. A solid minute went by in silence before we pulled into his driveway. We got there early so we waited in the car a bit. “Hey, that ride took as long as the walk would've taken,” “well, i wanted to have enough time to talk to you,” He says. 

“That’s okay, I like long car rides anyways.” I said.

I walked with Billy into Stu's front door. Wow, this place is, just, beautiful. Stu walks right past me, straight to Billy. They start quietly talking together, Billy tosses a glance at me and Stu looks and smiles at me, I had no choice but to smile back. I was a guest in his house after all; you're supposed to be polite to your hosts.

It made me nervous. Really nervous. I wasn't thinking at all. I walked into the kitchen to cool down, that was really weird. Stu walked over to me after the two were done talking. He was actually really nice to me and we had a really fun conversation about aliens and whether or not they’re real. He did impressions of what he thought they would look like. He's such a goofball.

He handed me a beer and sat me down on the couch, right next to him. Wow, he is tall sitting next to me. I took a swig and decided you know what? I can stay for more than a beer. It's all good. I’m not big into horror movies and Stu knew this, so he explained all the lore behind Halloween while we were watching it. 

I think one of the boys said something to Randy, because he hasn't even looked at me, not once, the whole night. Not even during his little ramble about the "rules" about being in a horror movie, or whatever.

During the movie, Stu noticed that I was cold. He told me I could go upstairs to grab his sweater. So, I head upstairs very cautiously, looking for the sweater. He said his room, right? 

I then feel swift footsteps behind me and an arm wrap around my throat. Shit! I'm in a blood choke! I couldn't get out. Everything just faded. 

I woke up in Stu's bed, I must've been out for hours. I stumble and try to fight myself awake. I feel so weak. I stumble down the stairs and begin shaking at the sight.

The whole house was a bloodbath. Randy was tied up and soaked in blood, dead. Sydney was dead. 

Casey, oh God, Casey, mutilated beyond recognition and hanging from a tree outside the house. I can’t breathe. I can’t imagine how scared she was. Did she call for help? Could I have saved her?

The only people left were me, Billy, and Stu. They were soaked in blood and covered in stab wounds.

The police were on their way. I tried my best to help Stu, he was practically mutilated. I put pressure on his wounds and moved on to Billy. He wasn't as bad but he was losing a lot of blood.

I don't know why the killer didn't finish me off after I was unconscious.

The wait at the hospital was long. There were police officers and social workers and doctors talking to me, asking weird questions, and it was all happening so fast and I was so scared. I couldn't think, my head felt like it was splitting open. Casey, what did they do to you? Oh God, I’m so sorry.

The boys were in emergency surgery. A nurse came into the waiting room. "Hey, the boys are out of surgery. You can go and visit them, although it would be a while before they wake up."

I get into the hospital room and there they are. A shared hospital room with 2 empty beds opposite of 2 occupied beds. They're both asleep, hooked up to oxygen, connected to wires and tubes of all sorts. It was almost as scary as seeing them drenched in blood back at that party. Well, massacre.

I drag a chair in between the beds, pull the dividing curtain back farther, and wait. I sit and think about the party, how Stu was so tall sitting next to me on his couch, how Billy just... offered me a ride. The ride itself. It seems a little insane but do they... have feelings for me?

After I moved to the woodsboro district, both boys broke up with their girlfriends within a week from each other. It kinda sucks because I liked Sidney and Tatum, and now they want nothing to do with me-

"Hmmm...?" Stu slowly opened his eyes and lifted his head. "I had no idea you'd be here." He said in a tired, raspy voice.

"Hi, Stu. I just wanted to check up on you boys. You guys were really badly hurt. I feel awful, I could've done more to help."

"Honey, it's okay. Besides, imagine how badass these scars are gonna look when they heal over!"

"You big goof!" I giggled. Billy stirred in his bed. He lifted his head, rubbed his eyes, and groaned. "Hey, how did it go ove-" he stopped mid sentence. Both he and Stu shared looks of horror between me and themselves.

Why are they acting so strange?

Oh no.

Oh God.

I felt my heart stop in my chest. They didn’t. They couldn’t have. Casey… 

“You… you were the killers?” I said in a soft, shaky voice. Billy smoothed his voice, “Now what makes you think we were the killers?”

“The… the phone call, the conversation at the front door, the… oh God, Casey!” I broke into sobs. I couldn't help it. They killed my best friend! 

“Hey, it’s not like that. We never meant to hurt you…” Stu pleaded. 

Billy’s expression turned from amusement to horror as he watched tears slip down my cheeks. Both were silent as they leaned in from their beds and wrapped their arms around me. “How can we make it up to you, beautiful?” Billy asked.

Silence fell over what seemed like the whole world.

“Stay with me. That’s the least you can do.”

 “Of course, sweetness.” Billy said.

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Don’t Hurt Him

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Pairings -  Adam Page x OFC, Chuck Taylor x OC, Marq Quen x OFC

Catergories - Fluff, comedy and kinda angsty at the end

Warnings/Promises - Cheating, cussing

Word Count - 2,333

Summary/Desc - Marq and Bri get closer, week by week. Though, there is a slight dilemma in the road.

@kploveswrestling​ ,,,Bri and Alex might have something in common here

Another week at Daily’s Place for Gabby, Parker and Bri. Well, for Gab and Parker.

“Where is she?” Parker said, pacing back and forth in the parking lot. “You act like I know.” Gabby said, smacking her lips. The two had been calling and texting Bri for 30 minutes, not sure where the hell she was. “How much do you wanna bet that she’s sleeping?” Gabby asked, thinking of things Bri usually does.

Parker stopped her pacing and looked over at Gabby, “23 dollars.” “That’s very specific.”

“You’re very specific.” “Parker that makes no fucking sense!” “You make no fucking sense!” “Y’know what-” The two sat there arguing when they were stopped by the honk of a horn. They looked over to see a car pulling up. They had no idea who it was, until Bri stepped out of the passenger seat. “Brianna where the fuck were y-” Gabby was about to yell, when Marq also stepped out of the car.

“She was with me. Sorry that we lost track of time.” He said, happiness in his voice. Parker glared at Marq, swiping her tongue across her teeth. She was about to argue with him before her face softened and she held out her hand, “Pay up Gabby.”

“Goddamnit.” Gabby grumbled under her breath, paying up.

Marq looked over at Bri, “I’m gonna go find Isiah, meet up with us in 20?” Bri nodded, a certain look in her eyes. Marq just smiled and walked towards the building, “Catch you guys later.”

Gabby started grinning at Bri, “What?!” Gabby held her hands up in defense, “Nothing! Nothing.” “Just that you and Marq are in looove.” Parker said, voice girly at the end.

Bri shoved past the two, “Shut up, we are not.” “Okay then what are you two?” Gabby asked, genuinely curious. Bri stopped and turned around, a huge smile on her face, “I don’t know yet, but I really really like him.”

“Then ask him out!” Parker exclaimed. Bri turned away from the two and walked away mumbling, “We’ll see.”

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Gabby was sitting in the EVP’s room, waiting on Adam. When she heard footsteps. “Why are you in here?” She looked up from her phone to see Kenny Omega above her. “I’m waiting for Adam to get back.”She said in confusion, could she not be back here? “Well uh, I need to talk to both of you anyways, but mostly you.” Kenny sat besides Gabby. “What is it?” Gabby folded her hands in her lap, interested in what Kenny had to say.

“I don’t know you. But I don’t like this thing you and Adam have. You're making him worse.” Kenny spat while looking down at the ground, not being able to look Gabby in the eye. “Worse?! That man isn’t worse Kenny, he’s being himself.” Gabby aggressively stated, she was offended by his words. “Look Gabby, no.” Kenny laughed in a serious matter, “He is not being himself ok? I’ve known him for years and he’s never been drinking this heavily. I blame YOU!” He shouted.

Gabby smirked, “What Kenny? Ya jealous you can’t find love? Get over yourself and let your friend be happy.” Gabby got up from her seat, Kenny got up as well. “Who the fuck are you to tell me about my love life? You’re not what he needs.” Kenny got in her face. “You know what? I’m gonna leave before I say something I’m gonna regret.” She gave him the middle finger before walking out the door.

Gabby walked out the room when on her way down the hallway she ran into Adam. “Gabby?” He mumbled out, obviously drinking again. She stop in her footsteps, “Get your fucking friends in line Adam. Because I’m not dealing with that.” Gabby said. Then kept walking, not wanting to deal with Adam right now.

Who The Fuck Is Griff Garrison?

Parker sat on her phone, living her best socially awkward life and sat on the apron of the ring. For the first time on Being The Elite she was genuinely smiling, that is until Alex Reynolds and John Silver walked up. 

“Parker! Good to see ya!” John spoke up, happy tone in his voice. She rolled her eyes and groaned, “What the fuck do you guys want now?” Alex chuckled, “I think it’s pretty clear, we-”

“Want me in the Dark Order?”

“Yes, yes exactly!” Parker shook her head, “I made it pretty clear that it’s a no.” John put his hands up, trying to reason with her, “Listen, we got Colt, we got Anna Jay, you, my friend, are the perfect edition to the Dark Order.”

“No.”

“Oh come on! You would be another one of the first evers!” Parker arched a brow, “Really? Like what?”

John stuttered for a second before speaking up, “You’d be the first non-binary member!” “And?” “And the first one who’s 5’10!”

“Stu Grayson is 5’10. See you guys can’t even keep track of all of them.” John and Alex whispered back and forth for a moment before looking back to Parker, “Well, your anger issues can actually play a huge part in-”

“Anger issues!? You’d better hope I don’t smack your idiotic big ass heads off your shoulders!” Alex leaned down to John, “I told you.”

“Y’know what? That’s it!” Parker stomped off camera while Reynolds and Silver taunted her, “Alright fine!” “Walk away you pussy!”

Their words suddenly stopped when she walked back, arm ahold of Mr. Brodie Lee, “What’s his face, House Mouse over there,” she pointed towards John, “had the AUDACITY, to insult me, saying I had anger issues, and call me a certain word when I walked away.”

John tried to convince Brodie that it wasn’t true when Parker continued, “And Pretty Boy over here,” She paused, “Well he didn’t do anything. So you, gentleman, correction, spooky perverts, will not be seeing me in the Dark Order.”

She grabbed her jacket, “Good day!” “But-” Parker turned around, clearly stifling laughter, “I said good day.”

Brodie turned to John, no words coming out of his mouth, all he did was pull out papers and throw them at Silver’s face. “Gah!”

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What Nick you’re not gonna sing it all with me this time?

After BTE, Parker was talking with the three men she had done her bit with this week, “Way to call out my anger issues guys.” The three men laughed before Alex spoke up, “I mean, are we wrong?” “Watch it pretty boy.”

The conversation went on for a few minutes before Chuck snuck up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, she let out a small yelp before she saw who it was, she rolled her eyes and smiled, “Why you gotta scare me?”

Chuck shrugged, “Because it’s fun and you look adorable when you get scared.” The three men in front of them made that annoying “aw” sound. “Bye now.” She said, grabbing Chuck’s hand and walking them away. “You have to let people call you cute at some point!” “Shut it pretty boy!”

Chuck looked down at Parker, brows raised, “Pretty boy?” She put her hand on his arm, “Oh come on it’s just a nickname. You know you’re my only pretty boy.” 

Chuck put his hand around her shoulder, “And you’re my only whatever.” “Even though you could go for anyone else yet you go for me.”

Chuck signed before he turned and hugged her, “Stop over thinking it,” He said in a soft voice, “It’s only been a few weeks and I can already tell you’re about to be one of the best things that's ever happened to me, ya idiot.”

She looked up at him and smiled, “I’ll try, for you.” They shared a kiss before he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, “C’mon, let’s go read the comments about us.”

Brianna walked into the bar, without Marq surprisingly.

“Bri!” Gabby nudged her shoulder in a greeting matter. “Hey bitch! And hey, Adam, and Cash?” Gabby nodded and chuckled, “Look I don’t wanna come off weird but, you should come out with us.” Gabby took a sip of her alcohol. “Yeah Bri, see Cash here he uh, can help you around.” Adam explained. Cash waved at Bri, his way of greeting her. “Gabby you do know I’m in a sorta kinda relationship right?” Bri and Marq still didn’t know what they were, all Bri knew is that she really liked him.

“See keywords sorta kinda, ma’am you can go out once.” “You know what? Whatever I’ll go.” Bri gave in. “Great!” Cash tilted his cup towards Bri, while she tried to hide that she was blushing.

 The couple had walked over to their usual spot where they had multiple shot glasses, full of alcohol. “You wanna know something babe?” Adam took one shot. “What is it?” Gabby took one shot, then smiled at him. “Getting drunk with love helps my anxiousness.” Adam took another shot. “Aww Adam, I love you so much.” Gabby ran her hand through his long curly hair.

 “You know I really enjoyed myself last night.” Gabby smirked, taking another shot. “Oh really?” Adam's eyebrows lifted, the previous night they slept with each other for the first time. “Yessir.” Gabby said, pulling Adam in for a kiss. Adam smirked at the ground then looking back at her, “Well I’m glad you did, I don’t wanna make you anything less than happy.” Adam made his lips down to her neck. Gabby pulled his head up from her then looked him in his eye. “Same for you.”

 In the corner, far away from Gabby and Adam, were Bri and Cash, who actually seemed quite awkward.

“So...how long have you, Gabby and Parker been friends?” Bri smiled, “Well Gabby and I have been friends for the longest, we made a group chat that we thought would die within a few days, but I met Parker there, and the rest is history. How did you and Dax become friends?”

 Cash took a drink before answering, “We almost instantly became friends for our respect for Bret Hart, and look at where we are now. Weird things happen.” Bri laughed and absentmindedly put her hand on his shoulder.

 Many topics and a many drinks later, Bri and Cash were pretty much shit-faced.

 “So you and Marq, how long have y’all been dating?” “Oh, we’re not, y’know, dating.”

 “Really? I just assumed that you two were, considering you guys have been together a lot these past few weeks.” “I mean, yeah, it’s been like what a month or two? He hasn’t asked me to be his girlfriend yet.”

 “So would it be okay if I called you beautiful?” Bri let out a flirty laugh, “Of course.”

 “What about if I tell you I’ve had my eyes on you since you first walked in here with Parker and Gab?” “Then I wouldn’t stop you at all.” Cash put his hand on her thigh, “How about I kiss you right now?” Bri bit her lip, “Do it.”

 Cash listened to Bri and connected his lips with her. He pulled away, “That was...I’m sorry I don’t know why I asked that.” Bri put her hand on his chest, “Don’t apologize, just do it again.”

 Cash pulled Bri back, hands on her waist while her hands tangled in his hair. Even if they weren’t in a dark corner, Adam and Gabby were too distracted by each other, so no one could see Cash and Bri, at least that’s what they thought.

 They heard a cough, interrupting them, they looked up to see the surprising duo of Isiah and Parker, probably looking for Bri. “Excuse me, could we borrow Bri for a moment.”

 Bri laughed, still shit-faced, “Be right back handsome.” She got up, and Isiah grabbed her by the arm, dragging her away from Cash.

 “Bri what the fuck?” Parker spat. “What Parker, I’m just having a little fun.” “You are kissing someone that isn’t Marq.” Isiah said, trying to stick up for his best friend. “Marq isn’t even my boyfriend, plus he doesn’t need to know, you guys just have to keep it a secret….shhhhhhhhhh.” She held up her finger to her mouth, while laughing like it was some joke.

 Parker looked over at Isiah, “What do we do?” 

 Isiah just scoffed, “Well, I don’t want my best friend heartbroken, so I’ll keep it a secret. I don’t know how long.” He looked over at Bri, “Cause Marq is important to me.” He turned to walk away, “Catch you later Parker.”

 Bri just laughed, “What’s the problem with him?”

 “Do you not even realize what you just did?” Bri just shrugged, “No, not really.” Parker shook her head, “Don’t hurt Marq, Bri. I’m serious.”

 “I won’t!”

 Parker walked away, angrily. Bri heard a ding from her phone. She saw it to see it was a text from Cash.

 Don’t worry, what Marq doesn’t know won’t kill him ;)

You can come stay in my room tonight if you want

 Suddenly Bri realized that what she was doing was wrong, but, she still wanted to do it. “Fuck. This is really really bad.”

 Cash walked out of the bar, clearly impatient, “You comin with me?”

 Bri bit her lip, “Let’s go.” From inside, Gabby and Adam saw the pair walk away, “Maybe, he’s just showing her around.” He suggested.

 Gabby sighed, “Yeah, but I’m sure it’s not around Daily’s Place.” Bri and Cash got in a Lyft, Marq completely off her mind.

 What Marq doesn’t know, won’t kill him. Right?

Omg???? Part 3??? On a Sunday??? Sorry guys! I got school tomorrow and won’t be able to take my laptop to school. BUT part 4 WILL be out next MONDAY. Hope you enjoyed! <3

[elusive---ivory]

Circus Act - 15

Y'all ALREADY KNOW!!!!! PART 15!!!

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15

Sandy couldn't help but feel a slight pain in her chest. Perhaps, second-guessing herself and her relationship with Arthur. The fact that see could see a different person in Arthur's eyes gave her chills. Of course, she adored him. Arthur was all she had.

She bit her lip, unlocking her apartment door. To her surprise, Des was already in the apartment, sitting on the couch.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Sandy sneered. She see a reason for Des to even be here.

"Sandy. I was wondering where you were. I've been expecting your apology for quite some time now." Des's smile was so smug, it was unbelievable.

"I don't have shit to say to you." Sandy hissed, throwing her car keys on the kitchen counter.

"Come on. It was one time, besides you've obviously moved on. Kinda, geez, you've downgraded." Des commented, looking at a picture of Sandy and Arthur. She continued, "I understand that the gala was a disaster. I mean, how else would I expect you to act. You're insane, Sandy."

Sandy couldn't stand more of this. Des was so snarky, so fucking rude. She grabbed a small knife and hid it behind her back.

"I had to protect him, Sandy. I was sure that you of all people would understand, but clearly you don't." Des huffed. "But, I tried. I tried to be apart of your life. Dennis was way out of your league anyway. I don't get it."

"You're right." Sandy said, blankly. "I didn't need Dennis."

"That's right. See? You're getting it." Des smiled, walking into the kitchen.

"Yeah, I am. You were right all along, Des. I can't believe I didn't see it sooner." Sandy smiled, pulling Des into a tight hug.

Des smiled nervously, trying to push Sandy away. "Yeah? So you forgive me?"

"Yeah, I forgive you, Des." Sandy proceeded to stab Des in the back with the knife. Des slowly felt to the ground with an emotionless shock on her face. Sandy continued stabbing the already deceased woman that laid there on her kitchen floor.

The blood stained her dress as Sandy looked at herself in the mirror. Her glasses laid in front of her, broken. She had accidentally threw them off her face.

Sandy started to laugh. Why was she laughing? She had just murdered someone that had been so close to her for years. Sandy didn't know either.

But, she felt happy. Like a weight was lifted off her shoulders.

She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. 'Who am I?' Sandy thought to herself. She smiled to herself. She knew exactly who she was.

She stepped into the shower, feeling all the blood drip down her skin.

She then remembered. The Murray Franklin show. Sandy raced to her bedroom and turned on the television.

Arthur sat in the backstage dressing in full suit and makeup, chuckling to himself of the chaos that was displayed on the news.

He knew he caused it. He caused all of it. Arthur inhaled the smoke from his cigarette, as a gentle tear fell, dripping from the blue triangle that was painted just below his eye.

'You look ravishing.' Sandy told him in his head. He imagined her right next to him, and knowing she'd be watching him on television made him feel proud. This made him smile.

He imagined Sandy's hands on his suit, gazing up at him with her big eyes. He sat in a red chair next to a mirror, with writing in lipstick, saying "PUT ON A HAPPY FACE".

Murray Franklin then walked onto Arthur's dressing room.

"Murray." Arthur gasped. It was all unreal to him.

"Hey, it's Mr. Franklin to you, pal." Murray's manager said, rudely.

"Come on, Gene. That's all bullshit." Murray said, brushing him off.

"Thank you, Murray. I feel like I know you. I've been watching your show forever." Arthur said, remaining his composure.

"Thank you," Murray said, "So, what's with the make up? Are you part of the protest?"

"Oh no, Murray," Arthur shook his head, "I don't believe in that. I don't believe in anything."

"I just thought it would be good for my act." Arthur smiled.

"For your act? Didn't you hear? Some clown got killed-" Gene was cut off by Murray, brushing him off again.

"He's heard." Murray said.

"No, I haven't heard." Arthur intervened.

Gene sighed, frustrated. "This is what I'm telling you. The audience is gonna go crazy if you put this guy onstage. This good for a bit, but not a whole segment."

"Gene, it's gonna work. It's gonna work." Murray reassured.

Arthur started feeling gitty. "Thank you, Murray." He said, chuckling a bit.

"Got a few rules though. No cursing, no off-color material." Murray said, just before leaving the room. "Good luck."

"Wait, Murray. One small thing?" Arthur stopped him. "When you bring me out, could you introduce me as Joker?"

"Why not just use your real name?" Gene commented.

"That's what you called me on the show. A joker." Arthur said, ignoring Gene. "You remember?"

Murray looked confused for a second, turning towards Gene. "Did I?"

Gene shrugged. "I don't know."

"Well, if you say so, kid. Joker it is. I like it. It's good." Murray said, walking out the dressing room door.

Arthur smiled. "Thanks, Murray."

Once everyone left, Arthur was alone with himself. The excitement and build up in him grew. He took out a small box from out of his pocket.

A small ring sat in the velvet cushion. He smirked at it. Arthur put the small box away. He leaned back in the chair, taking out his pistol. The tip touched the bottom of his chin. Arthur felt at peace for just one moment.

It was time for Arthur to go onstage. He stood just behind the curtains, hearing the audience laugh at him. Arthur stared intently at the small crease of light, peering through the blue and gold curtains. Time seemed frozen. Everything seemed still. There seemed to be no one besides him and his cigarette.

Then, the music began to start.

Back in her apartment, Sandy was growing impatient for Arthur to show. She sat through each commercial, waiting for his segment.

Sandy sat on her bed intently staring at the television, with a cigarette lit in her shaking hand. Blood was trailed down the hall and into her bedroom. She had to get rid of Des somehow. Why not stuff her in the closet? That's where she belonged, right? Sandy's little joke made her giggle.

Beside her was one of the many clown masks the protesters were handing out. She took a drag of the cigarette.

Arthur's segment began. Sandy glared at the people who laughed at him.

It made her furious. She held onto the cigarette tightly, nearly breaking it.

"So, you might've seen that clip of our next guest. Now, before he comes out, I just wanted to say that we're all heartbroken about what's going on in the city tonight, but this is how he wanted to come out. I honestly believe we could all use a good laugh. So, please welcome Joker." Murray announced.

Sandy's eyes brighten as Arthur was introduced onstage. She smiled widely, seeing him twirl around onstage. She was greatly shocked, when Arthur kissed Dr. Sally. Sandy smirked. 'That son of a bitch.' She thought.

She burned out her cigarette, and continued to pay attention to the show.

"Are you alright, Doctor?" Murray said, on the television.

Arthur was mesmerized by the florescent lights, the audience and the stage. It was almost exactly perfect.

Murray raised an eyebrow. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah", Arthur nodded, "this is exactly how I imagined it."

"Well, that makes one of us." Murray shrugged.

The audience roared and applauded.

"So, can you tell us about this look?" Murray asked. "When we talked earlier, you mentioned that this look was not a political statement."

"That's right, Murray. I'm not political." Arthur chuckled. "I'm just trying to make people laugh." He said, in somewhat funny voice.

The audience stayed silent.

"And how that going for ya?" Murray commented.

And, of course, the audience laughed.

Arthur laughed, mocking the audience.

"So, do you got anyone watching here tonight? Any family members?" Murray asked.

Arthur stated quit for a second, still smiling. "I don't have anyone. Just my Sandy. Hi, honey." Arthur waved at the camera.

The audience awed, slightly.

"How do does Sandy feel about your career in comedy?" Murray asked.

"She loves it. She says I'm the funniest guy in Gotham." Arthur flaunted.

Murray laughed. "Okay."

The audience began to roar again.

Arthur began to look fed up.

"Well, surely, you have a joke for us tonight." Murray suggested.

The audience began applauding.

"Yeah?" Arthur chuckled. "Okay." He got out his journal.

Murray began to laugh at it. "He's got a book. A book of jokes."

Arthur stared at the page silently. The air seemed still.

While Sandy was watching, she could feel his discomfort. She wanted to hold Arthur in her arms, but he was all the way in downtown Gotham.

She grew furious.

"Take your time, you've got all night." Murray commented.

Arthur smirked. "Okay, I've got one. Knock, knock."

"And you had to look that up." Murray laughed.

The audience continued to laugh and praise Murray for his jokes.

"I wanna get it right." Arthur said, softly. "Knock, knock." He repeated.

"Who's there?" Murray replied.

Arthur began chuckling, slightly. "It's the police, ma'am. Your son's been hit by a drunk driver. He's dead."

The audience booed him.

"No, no, no. We don't joke about that." Dr. Sally scolded.

Sandy glared at the television, gritting her teeth. Her hands were balled into fists.

"Yeah, that's not funny, Arthur. That's not the kind of humor we do on this show." Murray said.

Arthur giggled nervously. "Yeah, I'm sorry. It just. It's been a rough couple of weeks, Murray."

"Ever since I," Arthur paused for a second, staring at the camera, "ever since I killed those three Wallstreet guys."

The audience gasped, and whispers scattered across the floor.

"Okay, I'm waiting for the punchline." Murray said.

"There is no punchline. It's not a joke." Arthur confessed.

The audience gasps grew louder, along with a few people telling him to get off the stage.

Sandy's anger shifted. 'What the hell is he doing?' Sandy thought to herself.

"You're serious aren't you? You're saying you killed those three young men?" Murray asked.

"Mmhmm." Arthur mumbled, confirming it to be true.

"And why should we believe you?" Murray asked, again.

"I've got nothing left to lose. Nothing can hurt me anymore." Arthur said, blankly.

'Nothing?' Sandy thought. She felt the anxiety build up in her chest.

Arthur began to chuckle. "My life is nothing, but a comedy."

The audience booed some more.

"So let me get this straight. You think that killing those guys is funny?" Murray asked, in shock.

"I do, and I'm tired of pretending it's not. Comedy is subjective, Murray, isn't that what they say? All of you, the system that knows so much, you decide what's right or wrong. Just like how you decide what's funny, or not." Arthur said.

Murray looked at him confused. "I think I might understand that you did this to start a movement. To become a symbol?"

"Come on, Murray. Do I look like the kind of clown to start a movement?" Arthur turned towards the audience. "I killed those guys because they were awful. Dennis was awful. Everybody is awful these days. It's enough to make anyone crazy." Arthur said, glaring at the audience.

"So, your crazy? That's your excuse for killing three young men?" Murray began getting upset.

"No. They couldn't carry a tune to save their lives." Arthur laughed.

Sandy couldn't see Arthur, anymore. The man onstage was someone new. Someone she had met. A charming devil in a red suit. She had to do something.

The audience booed Arthur some more.

He groaned. "Ugh, why is everybody so upset about these guys? If it was me dying on the sidewalk, you'd walk all over me. I pass you every day, and you don't notice me, but these guys, because Thomas Wayne, cried about them on tv."

"So, you have a problem with Thomas Wayne?" Murray questioned.

"Yes, I do. Have you seen what it's like out there, Murray? Do you ever leave the studio? Everybody just YELLS and SCREAMS at each other. Nobody's CIVIL ANYMORE. Nobody thinks what it's like to be the other guy. You think men like Thomas Wayne, ever think about what it's like to be a guy like me? To be somebody, but themselves. They DON'T. They think that we'll just sit HERE and TAKE IT, like good little boys, and we WON'T WEREWOLF, and GO WILD."

Through the television screen Sandy could feel Arthur choking back tears. She placed her hand over her mouth. She bit it, just slightly, so that she couldn't cry.

"Are you finished?" Murray cut Arthur off. "There's so much self pity, Arthur. Not everyone, and I'll say this, not everyone is awful. This Sandy, you were saying earlier. Surely, she's not awful."

Arthur glared at Murray. "You're awful, Murray."

"Me, I'm awful? How am I awful?" Murray said, defensive.

"Playing my video. Inviting me on the show. You just wanted to make fun of me." Arthur said. His voice was low, like the rage seeping in his eyes.

"You're just like the rest of them." Arthur continued.

"You don't know the first thing about me, pal. Look at what you did. What it lead to. There are riots out there. Two policemen are in critical condition because of what you did. And you're laughing." Murray said.

Arthur began laughing. "I know. How about another joke, Murray?"

"No, I think we've had enough of your jokes." Murray turned over to his manager, Gene, telling him to call the police.

"What do you get when you cross a mental ill loner with a society that ABANDONS him and treats him like TRASH? I'LL TELL YOU WHAT YOU GET. YOU GET WHAT YOU FUCKING DESERVE." Arthur blinked as he shot Murray Franklin in the head.

The audience began screaming, and running out of the studio.

Sandy gasped, collapsing to the ground. What she had witnessed was the beginning of something much larger than her and Arthur.

Taglist: @princessgeekface, @jokerflecker, @gloomyladyy, @memory-mortis, @joker-flecked-me, @mr--clown

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~Boys~

Au: Nemouto family

Part: three

Theme: Comedy/General

It was very rare that this happened. Nemouto was off today, a lovely Saturday. He stepped out to buy some groceries and when he came back, Naki had done all of the chores with no complaints. "Dad, hey! I uh, I did that stuff you needed me to do and I'm gonna sit at the kitchen table now and study." Then Naki did something shocking that she rarely did. She hugged him tightly. Then she went to gather her books as promised. She came back to the kitchen table and started flipping through pages before settling on one and writing notes.

It was very rare that this happened...

and that's why it was suspicious as hell.

"Mhmm..." Nemouto squinted his eyes in speculation before adjusting his glasses and going to sit next to her. "Alright NaNa-" he was sure to use the old nickname he knew she hated. She simply smiled widely at him as if nothing was wrong. "What are you hiding?" Nemouto cut to the point. "Nothing dad! Can't I just be the perfect daughter for once?" Naki replied with a bit of shake in her voice. She was wavering, and he knew that obnoxious smile was too much for the otherwise angsty teen to handle. "Naki don't make me do it." Nemouto waited patiently. She just continued to smile widely. He sighed and activated his quirk.

"Naki, what are you hiding?"

"...his name is Senzu..."

She shook her head and broke out of his little effect once he turned it off. There was that familiar look of annoyance! His daughter was back! But wait...his name? "Boys? Nope. But uh, you can keep up with all the fake studying that you're doing so far." Nemouto shrugged at her. She rolled her eyes and groaned. "Oh c'mon dad! I'm literally a teenager, and I'll be 16 in like, 2 months! Besides, Senzu is so nice and he already asked me on a date tonight. I already told him yes! What do you want for me to do, hurt him dad?"

"YES! Yes! You are too young right now Naki. At this age, boys only want one thing and I'm sure you know what that is, thanks to your biology class."

"Ugh dad, that's nasty! And you're wrong by the way! Not all guys are like that. Where you like that at my age?" She caught him off gaurd with the question. Nemouto stuttered a bit before answering "O-of course not!" Naki rolled her eyes at his reply. "Yeah right. You're lucky I'm quirkless and I dont have your quirk or else I'd put you on blast like you did to me earlier. Anyway, I'm going to get ready because he should be here soon." As if on cue, before Nemouto could complain, there was a ring of the doorbell. Nemouto quickly locked eyes with Naki and both of them rushed to the door. He beat her there and opened it quickly to shout in the boy's face. "Sorry, Naki isn't home at the moment. Go away!" Before he could slam the door, she pushed into his side and smiled at Senzu as if nothing was wrong. "Hahahaha, ignore my dad! He's a real JOKESTER." She turned to glare at Nemouto. "Anyway, come on in. I'm gonna go touch up real quick." Naki moved to the side and let Senzu in. He admired the large house for a bit before he took a seat at the kitchen table where Naki was pretending to study. She rushed upstairs to get changed into a cuter outfit and left the two men alone with each other. "Mr.Nemouto, you have such a lovely home!" Senzu beamed sweetly. Nemouto returned it with a sickening sweet smile as well. Too sweet...

"Why thank you, young man!" Nemouto took a seat across from him at the table.

"Mr.Nemouto, I want to thank you for opening your home up to me and letting me go on a date with Naki. She's so pretty and I swear I'll be nothing but a gentleman to her. I swear it!"

"Oh...I know you will." His head tilted creepily to the side, his smile not wavering. "Say young man, did you know I used to be in the yakuza before Naki was born?"

"The yakuza!? Wow sir, that's amazing!"

"Yes, yes, I suppose it is! Wanna know what's even cooler?"

"What's that sir?"

"The fact that I got away with murder on multiple occasions."

"..."

"And you wanna know what else buddy?" Nemouto pressed on as he watched all the color leave the boys face. He reached in his work suitcase that hung on the wall behind him and opened a secret compartment. Then Nemouto placed a gun on the table and slowly slid it to the middle, keeping that creepy smile on his face the whole time.

"I can get away with it again."

"...y-yes sir, I understand what you're trying to say."

"Good! That's wonderful news!" Nemouto hid the gun away and stood up to make his way to the other side of the table where Senzu sat. He gently placed each hand on the boys shoulder and squeezed very lightly. "I can't stop Naki from dating at this point, but I can make sure the scum that she dates won't hurt her. Lemme tell you something else my boy." Nemouto squeezed tightly on his shoulders, then leaned down to whisper in his ear darkly. "If you do anything to hurt my only daughter, your family will be wearing your face on a memorial t-shirt." Nemouto heard his daughter's footsteps coming rapidly down stairs so he quickly released the boy and ruffled his hair playfully. "Ah, I like this young boy! Oh, and Naki you look so beautiful cupcake!" Nemouto went to hug her tightly. "Ugh dad, let go of me. It's just a stupid plain dress." Naki smiled lightly at her dad when he pulled away to look at her again.

"Thanks for being cool about this dad. I knew you'd like Senzu if you just got to talk to him. I love you." She then quickly headed out the door and called Senzu to follow. "Have a good night you kids!" Nemouto called out. Before Senzu left, he turned to take a last look at Nemouto.

Nemouto simply winked, smiled, and made a gun gesture with his hand. Senzu shuddered and quickly exited the house, closing the front door behind him.

You can take the gangster out of the yakuza, but you cant take the yakuza out of the gangster.

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