#yeah that was my entire lunch break asshole. thanks.

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One thing I do look forward to about in-person work for the first time in four and a half years, even if it's 28 miles of travel both ways right during the worst winter months, is I can't be my father's free Chore Servant when he's too busy (read: disorganized and lazy) to sort things before he leaves for the day

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The Danger Zone (Part 12) - Hangman

Pairing: Hangman / Fem!Bradshaw!Reader | OC

Word Count: 4.3k

This work, all my works, and my entire blog are 18+ ONLY. MINORS ARE NOT WELCOME HERE

Warnings: Unplanned Pregnancy; Military Inaccuracies; Brief and Not Really Explicit Sexual Content; Excessive Fluff; Use of "You," No Use of Y/N, No Set Physical Description

Summary: You and Jake take a new step in your relationship.

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Jake sat across from Javy out on Javy’s back porch. Phoenix, you, and Emma were out together doing something that Jake was sure had to do with the baby, and leaving Jake and Javy to have a quiet afternoon to catch up between themselves. 

“You still don’t know the baby’s gender then?” Javy asked, causing Jake to nod. 

“She wanted to wait, and I didn’t mind.”

“But you have an idea, don’t you?” Javy prodded, knowing Jake as he did. 

“Yeah, I think that the baby will be healthy and happy.” Tapping his fingers on the table, Jake added, “But I sort of—and you cannot tell her this—want it to be a girl.”

“You want a girl?” Javy repeated, not looking surprised. 

“I’d be very happy with a boy. But I feel like a girl, who takes after her mom and looks like her mom, that’s what I keep picturing in my head.” Scratching his chin, Jake looked over at Javy. “The more that kid takes after their mom, the better.”

“How is the future Mrs. Seresin doing anyway?” Javy teased, leaning back in his seat. 

“She’s glowing these days, Javy. I swear. She’s absolutely glowing. And she says that the baby is getting more active. Nothing that I can feel yet, but they’re moving around in there. Mostly at night, which I can tell is going to annoy her eventually, but she’s just so happy every time she can feel the baby. And I mean I can see her bump getting bigger every week. I started taking photos of her so that we can track her growth. And I don’t know what it is but when I’m right next to her, I just feel the need to touch her bump and hold it and just be there.”

“Look at you,” Javy chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re smiling more than ever. You’ve got a photo from the ultrasound in your cockpit and in your locker. You spend almost every lunch break calling her. You’re always rushing home to see her.” Javy laughed to himself again. “You’ve gone soft, Jake.” 

“Fuck off, Javy,” Jake sighed without malice. 

“It’s a good look for you,” Javy defended himself. “I mean, you’re the guy who got his callsign for being selfish, Jake.”

“Yeah, thanks to my kid’s uncle.”

“He’s still not over it?” Javy guessed, reaching for his beer bottle. 

“He’ll never get over it,” Jake scoffed with a sense of finality. “Because he’s an idiot who thinks that I took advantage of her and that I’ll do something to hurt or upset her and the baby soon.” Rolling his eyes, Jake added, “He’d probably celebrate if we broke up.”

“I don’t think he’d celebrate . . . in front of her,” Javy added after a moment of thought. 

“He can fuck off for all I care. He’s not getting in between the two of us or our family. If he actually cares about his sister, he’d back off.”

“Has he at least reduced his attitude?”

“He never says anything in front of her. I’m pretty sure that Emma and or Penny would actually drop kick him if he did. And he’s not a complete moron. He doesn’t want to stress her out.” Jake took a sip of his beer. “So, he’s just an asshole when she’s not around.”

“I guess that’s an improvement.”

“Barely. I’m not going to deal with this shit when the baby’s old enough to hear his bullshit and sense the tension between the two of us. I mean, what if the baby overheard him saying shit about me? I’d fucking kill him, Javy, I’m telling you that right now. If he wants to be an uncle to my kid, he’s going to have to get over whatever stick is lodged up his ass.”

“Have you talked to her about it?”

“No. I don’t want to stress her out or pick a fight. It’s going really well right now, Javy, and I’ll never forgive myself if I fuck it up over her idiot brother.”

“She’s aware of it, I’m sure. Her and Nat talk about it, I think. And Emma.” Javy rubbed his cheek as an amused smirk tugged at his lips. “My money’s on Penny to kick his ass honestly.”

“I’d pay to see that.”

“So, you guys are talking about the future?”

“Every day,” Jake agreed. “She wants everything sorted out—or as much as possible—before she gets too far into her third trimester.”

“What do you mean by everything?”

“Getting things put in both of our names so that if something happens to one of us, the other can take care of everything and the baby. Getting our wills updated. Discussing who would take care of the baby if her family’s history repeats itself.”

“And how is that going?”

“We were looking for a house because with the cheaper loans I would get, it just makes more financial sense, and we’ll need the space. And as for the baby, it’s a little more complicated right now because we’re not married, but we’re working on it.”

“Can I make an observation?”

“Sure.”

“Why aren’t you guys just getting married?” Javy asked, causing Jake to pause. “Because a lot of this work would be done if you just signed a piece of paper at town hall. And you’d get benefits, she’d save a shit ton on medical expenses, and there’s no big fight in the hospital if something happens to one of you.” Javy added after a moment, “A huge part of why Nat and I got married was so that if a bird strike or G-LOC situation happened again, the other could actually get information from the hospital and make decisions.”

“I know,” Jake sighed, rubbing his face. “I was thinking about that.”

“I mean, I get it’s a huge commitment, but you’re already having a baby together. Getting married can’t be a bigger commitment than that.”

“Yeah, it’s not,” Jake agreed, leaning back in his seat. “I’ve been thinking about bringing it up to her.”

“Well, did you at least tell her about your family?”

“Javy—”

“—Jake, you’ve got to tell her.”

“I’m just trying to protect her.”

“Leaving her without all of the information is not protecting her, Jake, it’s setting her up for failure. At least tell her about your mother.”  

“Why my mother?”

“Because it explains a lot about you, Jake,” Javy stated, causing him to look down. “And she likes you, for some reason.” 

“Fuck off,” Jake sighed, reaching for his beer. Taking a long sip, he set the bottle down and rotated it around, lost in thought for a moment. “I’ll tell her about it. When the time’s right.”

~~~~~

You woke late on Saturday. You were never an early riser before but pregnancy made waking up early on the weekend impossible. Picking your head off of your pregnancy pillow, which Jake bought for you, you turned to see that Jake was gone, as usual. 

But when you saw a note on his pillow, you sat up. You picked it up and unfolded the paper, smiling to yourself when you saw Jake’s handwriting.

Get your rest because I made plans for us tonight. I still owe you that first date. 

- J

Practically beaming with joy, you laid back down, thinking to yourself about what Jake could have had planned for tonight. You assumed dinner, at least, but he hadn’t mentioned anything to you about where he would take you on a date. As you were rereading the note, you heard the front door open and Jake step inside. You waited for him to walk into the bedroom and smiled at him. 

“Morning. How was your run?”

“Fine. Took a new route through the park,” Jake replied, kneeling on the bed and leaning over to press a kiss to your lips. Moving your shirt out of the way, he pressed another kiss to your bump. “Any movement this morning?”

“Not yet,” you replied, running a hand through Jake’s hair as you smiled softly m. “They only start to move when it’s inconvenient for me.”

“Yeah, that’s my baby in there,” Jake joked, causing you to shake your head at him. 

“So, what are we doing later then?”

“It’s a surprise,” Jake stated, getting off of the bed. “I was thinking that we should leave here around five.”

“You’re not going to tell me anything about it?”

“Dress nicely but nothing crazy. And just make sure that you’re comfortable.”

“That doesn’t narrow it down,” you called after him as he walked into the bathroom to shower. 

“It wasn’t supposed to.”

You scoffed at his words as he closed the door. Laying down, you decided to stay in bed a little longer as Jake showered. But you sat up when you felt your baby start to move right over your bladder. It started as a little bit of a tickle and then some more discomfort and then you were shifting around, trying to find some sort of relief, and then you were frantically knocking on the door to the bathroom and letting yourself in. 

Jake turned his neck, staring at you with concern and a question on the tip of his tongue. But when he saw you making a beeline for the toilet, he had the audacity to smirk a bit. You shot him a look right back.

“The baby’s moving?” he guessed, letting the hot spray of the shower hit his chest. 

“Don’t look at me like that. I’m trying to concentrate.”

~~~~~

You checked your appearance one last time in the mirror before you grabbed your phone and walked out of the bathroom. Jake was sitting on the couch, waiting patiently for you, dressed in a nice button down tee shirt and a pair of black pants. When you stepped around the corner, he looked up and you instantly felt your cheeks warm as his expression changed and his sharp green eyes studied your figure. 

“Does the dress make my boobs pop out too much?” you asked, adjusting the strap a bit subconsciously. “Or is it too nice? Or not nice enough?”

“You look perfect,” Jake told you, standing up and sliding his phone into his back pocket. He walked over to you and grabbed your hands, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “Ready to go?”

You nodded and Jake led you down to the car. Jake drove your car when the two of you were going somewhere because it was easier for you to get into compared to his truck. And he insisted that it was safer for you to sit in the passenger seat. 

“Where are we going?” you asked Jake, who smiled at you before turning back to the road. 

“It’s a surprise.”

“How far is it?” you asked, shifting in your seat. 

“It’s not too far.”

Jake drove a few more minutes before pulling into a long driveway. And even though you recognized the name at the entrance to the driveway, it still took you a moment to process it. 

“Why did you bring me to the place where Bradley and Emma’s wedding reception was?” you asked softly, more surprised than anything else. 

“Well, when it’s not just for hosting weddings. There’s a regular restaurant attached to it.” Jake pulled into a spot before turning off the car. “And this is where we met for the first time.” Pulling the keys out of the ignition, he turned back to you. “Is that okay?”

“Of course, it is,” you reassured him, resting a hand on his arm. “I was just surprised, that’s all.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, let’s go,” you insisted, grabbing your purse. 

The two of you walked inside and were led to your table, which just happened to be on the back patio. You could see the outdoor bar where you and Jake met for the first time from your seat. Had anyone told you that little conversation on those two stools was going to change your life forever, you never would have believed them. 

“You know, I’ve already made a list of everything I want to eat or drink after I have the baby,” you stated, flipping through the menu. 

“What are the top three?”

“Beer, salmon rolls, and pepperoni,” you listed off quickly, causing Jake to snort. 

“All in one sitting?”

“We’ll see how I’m feeling,” you mused, reaching for your water. The waiter came over and took your orders before walking off again. “Emma called me today and mentioned something about throwing a baby shower for us next month. Or a little after that.”

“Do the dads go to that?” Jake asked, causing you to shrug your shoulders. 

“I think we can just do whatever we want. I know that when one of the Kazansky kids had their baby shower, the guys went out and did something together but then they came back and everyone ate together.”

“Whatever you want, we’ll do,” Jake offered, causing you to smile. 

“Thank you. But Emma and Phoenix seem like they’ve got it handled. They said it’s returning the favor for me being their maid of honor. And I kind of agreed to let them make it all a surprise.”

“We’re not doing some crazy gender reveal thing, right?” Jake deadpanned. 

“No, I told them to not do that,” you chuckled, leaning back in your seat. Folding your hands in front of your bump, you asked, “But you’re okay with waiting still? To find out?”

“The baby’s healthy and you’re healthy and that’s all I care about,” Jake stated seriously. “And it’s not like we can control it either.”

“No, we can’t,” you agreed, nodding slowly. “But what do you think? Are we having a boy or a girl?”

“I haven’t really thought about it,” Jake lied, earning a look from you. “Alright, alright, I have. But what do you think we’re having?”

“No, because you’re just going to copy me to try and make me happy, even though I don’t care because we’re just guessing at this point and no one can do anything to change it and it doesn’t even matter at the end of the day.” Leaning forward, you added with a smile, “Just tell me, Jake.”

“I think we’re having a girl,” Jake stated quietly after a moment of thought. 

“I thought we were too, but then the obstetrician moved the monitor during the ultrasound and now I think that we’re having a boy,” you explained, causing Jake to think about it more. “Like she saw something there and moved it away before it was too obvious.”

“Maybe,” Jake agreed. “But I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”

He took a sip of his drink before leaning forward with a teasing smile. You cocked an eyebrow as you buttered your slice of bread, shooting him a look right back. 

“How are you feeling now? Feel the need to walk in on me in the shower again? Because next time, you can just join me. No need to put on a show about it.”

You scoffed and tossed the crumpled up straw wrapper at Jake in retaliation. A smirk tugged at your lips as you leaned forward and lowered your voice. 

“Says the man who’s been glancing down at my chest ever since I stepped out of our bedroom.”

“I’m looking at your bump where our child is growing,” Jake insisted seriously, causing your smirk to fade and a sheepish expression to come over your face. “But, my eyes have been taking a pit stop between your bump and your eyes because that dress does make your breasts look perfect.”

You lightly kicked him under the table in retaliation, causing him to laugh. The two of you enjoyed your dinner together and talked all about your plans for the future and the baby. It was a first date on paper, but it was obvious to anyone who looked over at you that there was a long history and strong understanding between the two of you. Jake paid the tab—though you tried to grab it from him—before the two of you got up and walked out to the parking lot. 

“So, what do you think?” Jake asked as the two of you threaded your fingers together and slowly swung your hands back and forth. “Will I get a second date?”

“I’ll think about it,” you joked, leaning on Jake as you walked. 

“You’ll think about it?” Jake repeated as the two of you got closer to your car. 

“Well, it’s only the first date,” you added, shrugging your shoulders and laughing to yourself when you saw Jake’s offended look. “Maybe if you’re a decent kisser, I’ll think about it a little more.”

“Is that a challenge?” Jake asked, gently reaching up to cup your cheek. 

“It could be.”

Jake leaned down and tilted your chin up, bringing you in for a soft kiss. He started slowly, teasing you like you teased him a moment ago. And when you started to press against him, deepening the kiss, you could practically feel Jake’s smirk against your lips. Pulling back from your lips, and leaving you wanting more, Jake took a step back. 

“And my chances now?”

“I guess I can give you a second date,” you replied before grabbing Jake by the front of his shirt. 

Your lips met again and Jake rested his hand on your hips, gently backing you up against your car. He rubbed his hand over the front of your bump before raising it to cup your cheek, purposefully brushing his fingertips against the sensitive skin of the valley between your breasts. And feeling you suck in a breath and press against him further, Jake pulled your lips apart and rested his forehead against your own. 

“Any chance that we can continue this back at the apartment?” Jake whispered against your lips. 

“I’d love to,” you replied softly, before smirking to yourself. “But I can’t.”

“Why not?” Jake asked, sounding concerned.

“I have this rule,” you teased, leaning back against your car, “that I can’t sleep with a guy after the first date. It’s nothing personal, just one of my rules.”

“And if the guy already got you pregnant? Can you make an exception?”

“Hmm,” you hummed, running a hand down his chest. 

You held him in suspense for a moment, even though you honestly wouldn’t have minded if he slid your underwear to the side and done it against your car right then and there. And even though you enjoyed teasing him, you wanted him. You needed him. 

Placing your hand over his own, you offered him a genuine, loving smile. You leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. 

“Take me to bed, Jake,” you whispered to him. 

“Yes, ma’am.”

When the two of you eventually got back to your shared apartment, you let Jake pull you down the hall and into your bedroom. The two of you gently undressed each other before Jake helped you up and onto the bed. 

“You’re not going to be comfortable on your back, are you?” Jake asked as you sat back on your heels. 

“Probably not for long,” you agreed as Jake climbed up onto the bed too.

“Then come here,” Jake coaxed, laying on his back. 

You crawled over and Jake grabbed your hips, lining the two of you up. Your bump, which wasn’t so small anymore, rested against Jake’s strong chest. 

“Tell me if anything hurts or isn’t comfortable and we’ll stop, okay?” he assured you. 

“Okay.”

You let out a shaky gasp as Jake pulled your hips down. His hands were strong on your hips and he welcomed the rock of your hips against him. You were a bit worried about suffocating Jake and tried to hold up your weight, but he didn’t slow down until you practically collapsed against his chest. 

Jake gently rolled you onto your side and laid down beside you, gently running his fingers down your cheek. You looked up at him through your eyelashes and offered him a giddy smile. 

“Are you alright?” he asked softly. 

“Yeah, Jake,” you giggled, “I’m better than alright.”

“I haven’t lost my touch then?” 

“Not yet,” you mused, pressing a romantic kiss to his lips. 

After taking a moment to recover, you sat up and climbed onto his lap. Jake rested his back against the headboard, letting you set your own pace with his hands there to support you. As your rhythm started to slow until you could only rock your hips, Jake gently rotated the two of you so that your bump rested against a pillow and your weight rested on your hands and knees before he sat up behind you.  

“Tell me if it’s too much,” Jake told you. 

“It’s not enough right now,” you practically whined, pushing back against him. 

Jake rolled his hips forward as his lips pressed a searing kiss against your neck, causing you to moan. The two of you quickly lost yourselves in each other until your body tensed up again. You buried your face into the comforter as your body shook. Jake kept moving above you for a few more moments before he let out a low noise and rolled over beside you.

You smiled at him as he laid down and caught his breath. Your eyes fluttered softly in the dim lighting as curled your body into Jake’s warm chest. He could see that you were exhausted and were probably about to fall asleep. Jake leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“You should go to the bathroom first before you fall asleep,” Jake suggested, causing you to open your eyes and look up at him. “I can clean up otherwise.”

“Let my legs recover for a second, Seresin. Unless, you want a Bambi on ice situation.”

Jake snorted in reply, causing you to smile.

~~~~~

When Jake got called into Cyclone’s office after completing his training exercises, Jake knew that meant two things—he either fucked up or he did something incredibly amazing. And he couldn’t think of anything that he fucked up lately, so he was hoping that the latter was true. 

“Sir,” he greeted Cyclone, standing at attention. 

“At ease, Hangman. Please, sit,” Cyclone stated, gesturing to the seat in front of his desk.

Jake sat down and stared at Cyclone, who seemed relatively at ease. He shifted a few papers around his desk before picking up a folder. Cyclone held it out to Jake, who immediately flipped it open, reading through the documents enclosed. 

“Congratulations, Lieutenant Commander Seresin,” Cyclone replied, causing Jake to look up from the paperwork. His expression didn’t give away any emotion, but internally Jake was swelling with pride and joy. “It’s well deserved and I’m sure that you’ll do well in your new role.” 

“And I’m to remain here?” Jake asked, looking quickly through the papers. “In Miramar?”

“Yes, you will,” Cyclone replied, allowing Jake to relax for a moment. But only for one moment. “Though, I should warn you that your chance of being deployed in the next few months has slightly increased.” 

“How slight?” 

“I would say guaranteed at some point within the next six months,” Cyclone answered honestly, causing Jake’s joy to disappear in a flash. “Not that it would be for an extended deployment, but you’ll certainly be on a short list, Hangman.” 

“I understand, sir,” he stated, looking down at his paperwork. 

A note of silence passed between them and Cyclone leaned back in his seat, folding his hands in front of him. Glancing at photos of his own family, Cyclone turned back to Hangman, who was reading through the paperwork in front of him. 

“Hondo tells me that your girlfriend is expecting,” Cyclone continued, causing Jake to nod in confirmation, though he kept his gaze focused on the paperwork. “Congratulations.” 

“Thank you, sir.” 

“I wish that I could offer you a guarantee, Hangman. Any sort of guarantee.”

“That’s not the industry that we’re in, sir,” Jake replied simply, picking his head up. “I understand that. She understands that.” 

“The promotion ceremony is in two weeks. Saturday,” Cyclone responded after a few moments. “I look forward to meeting her then.” 

“Yes, sir.” 

~~~~~

You walked into your and Jake’s apartment building, and stopped to grab your mail. Unlocking the small mailbox, you pulled the door open and grabbed the small batch of envelopes. You walked over to the elevator as you flipped through them, mentally organizing them. 

Bill. Spam. Spam. Bill. More spam. Even more spam. And . . .

You paused, looking at the last envelope. It was blue and shaped like a card, though it wasn’t close to either of your birthdays. Flipping it over, you paused when you saw that the return address was in Texas. And the name Georgia Seresin had to be Jake’s mom’s name, wouldn’t it? 

Jake got a card from his mom. 

Though you thought it was weird, especially because Jake swore up and down that he didn’t talk to his parents, you brushed it off. It wasn’t addressed to you, so it wasn’t yours to open. You would just tell Jake about it when he got home. 

Taking the elevator up, you headed into your apartment. Setting the mail down in the corner, you walked over to the couch and flopped down, exhausted from your day. Turning on the fan that Jake set up on the coffee table for you, you laid down and scrolled through your phone. 

And then promptly fell asleep a minute later.

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hii, can i request some angst with bo sinclair, maybe him and the reader (gn please :3) get into a fight, he basically says he doesnt need the reader and tell them to get out, and the reader leaves and doesnt know where to go so they hide in one of the abandoned houses, n basically hide there all night while bo (whos too stubborn to admit hes nervous) waits at home for them, but they accidentally fall asleep n wake up at like 4am or smth and the entire town is turned on as bo and vincent look for them? fluffy ending please? just break my heart then give me some tooth rotting fluff

thank you, have a wonderful day/night!

Hello love, I'm sorry it took me so long to write and post this request. I really hope you will enjoy this <3

GO BUT DON'T LEAVE ME

Gender neutral reader, with no physical description.

Warnings: Verbal abuses from Bo, Bo is an asshole but he loves you, morally grey reader who enjoys the killings, mention of blood, violence, killings, little injuries, tears, angst/comfort.

You didn’t know why, but lately, a lot of tourists were coming by Ambrose. You were glad because it meant the boys had all the work they wanted, and Bo could take out his anger on strangers, but at the same time, it was saddening you. You were feeling a little bit neglected by your boyfriend who was getting up early every morning and coming home late at night. And because of the hunt, you had to stay locked up inside the house for your own safety. You tried to busy yourself in the kitchen, and to take care of yourself, but you were starting to get bored and you wanted Bo’s attention more than anything.

Actually you had planned on trying to trap Bo in bed with you this morning, and then to have some sexy time under a warm shower, before continuing to seduce him with some pretty outfits you found in one of the tourists’ suitcases. If you were good enough, you could even hope for Bo to bring you to a restaurant for lunch. You really thought you could manage that because you had been good at having Bo wrapped around your little finger; your little attentions and cuddles worked a lot more on the man than he wanted to admit it.

But it seemed like it wasn’t your lucky day. As you tried to love on Bo for him to stay in bed, he roughly pushed you away from him and got up.

“Gonna be late ‘cause of your stupid ass” he told you as a greeting and you felt quite hurt because you just wanted him. But you were as stubborn as him so you got up, your naked body in its whole glory and you pressed yourself against his back.

“Maybe we could have a shower together, I could wash you up?” you offered as you kissed his shoulder blade, but Bo wasn’t in the mood today. He was overwhelmed with all the chores and work he had to do, and he was almost hoping there wouldn’t be any tourists today because he already had a lot of cars, windows and houses to fix after the last ones.

“Leave me alone” he said and he pushed you away again.

“But Bo…” you whimpered

“What?” he snapped, anger quickly rising inside of him

“I’ve been missing you…” you replied with a pout on your face

“Oh yeah? Well ya know what, all this work gives me some fuckin' peace! I just can’t with your neediness and clinginess all the damn time” he spat and you felt your heart breaking at those words. He was slicing deep into your worst and hidden insecurities. You always thought you were too much for people to enjoy, and to hear it from Bo’s mouth was worse than being slapped across the face. You looked down.

“I’m sorry, Bo, I’ll do better” you whispered because you loved the man and you wanted him to still love you.

“Ain’t givin’ a fuck, Y/N.” he said before grabbing his clothes and leaving for the shower.

You had no idea what to do. You wanted to cry but you couldn’t be that pathetic. You put some clothes on and you went downstairs to prepare breakfast. At least you could be a little bit useful, right? 

You were cooking some pancakes when Vincent entered the room. You quietly greeted him and he could tell something was off, because you had been quite a ray of sunshine in Ambrose since you were there. He asked you if you were alright and you simply nodded. You thought you needed to shut up and to give Bo some space, and hopefully things would be back to normal soon. Vincent didn’t insist but he knew he would need to keep an eye on you. He was aware of how his twin had the talent to ruin what was making him happy.

Bo sat at the table without a word. And as you placed a plate in front of him, you accidentally knocked down his glass of orange juice that fell on the ground and broke. You silently cursed yourself and were about to kneel down to clean up when Bo grabbed your wrist and pushed you against the closest wall. You gasped at the rage swirling into his eyes.

“Ya’re fuckin’ useless, ya know that” he screamed at you and you felt tears rising up.

“I’m sorry, it was an accident” you replied “I’ll clean up, you can eat your pancakes” you continued

“Ya give me no order” he growled. “Didn’t even ask ya to put food in front of me. Who do ya think ya are, my mother?”

“I’m just trying to take care of you” you said and he started to laugh. It was a cold dry and menacing laughter that made you shiver.

“Because ya think I need you? Ya think any of us needs you? The only reason we didn’t kill ya was because I wanted to fuck ya. I fucked ya, and now what, hmm? Honestly, nothin' to go back to” he added and Vincent got up and put a hand on his shoulder to make him stop. He knew that his twin was lying and the way you were starting to silently cry was quite upsetting. Bo moved from his touch but he let you go too. You had no idea what to do. It was the first time Bo was vicious and cruel with you. You needed to busy yourself to not let his poison completely break your heart. You were about to clean up the mess you did once again.

“Oh my god, just go” Bo cringed as he didn’t want to see you come closer again.

“Let me remove the glass pieces and I’ll go” you promised, as you were worried anyone would get hurt because of the glass. Lester might come home soon with Jonesy too and you didn’t want her to hurt her little paws.

“Fuckin’ LEAVE!” he screamed this time and you froze. Vincent tried to reach for you and bring you away from Bo before his twin could say something he would regret later on. “Leave this fuckin’ room! No ya no what, leave this fuckin’ house and never come back! I’m so done with ya, I don’t need ya, no one needs ya, no one loves ya and ya need to get the fuck out of Ambrose!” he yelled again as he threw the plate of pancakes on the ground too. You jumped and before Vincent could stop you, you ran away.

Your vision was blurry because of the tears. You couldn’t stop crying. You couldn’t think either, emotions swirling inside your heart and negative thoughts swirling inside your head. You rarely felt so bad. You ran for quite a while until you collapsed on the ground. You slightly hurt your knees and palms but you didn’t notice. You cried even more, until there was no tear left. You took a deep breath and looked behind you. The house was far away now, but you weren’t outside of Ambrose yet. 

The thing was you had no idea where to go. Ambrose had become your home and you had left your previous life without any hesitation. You enjoyed living with dangerous people, you liked their way of life and you found the murders very hot and arousing. You were a missing person in the real world, and if you came back to your old life, you would have to tell about the Sinclairs, and you would then need to go back to this boring and mediocre existence. You didn’t want that, but Bo made it clear he didn’t want you anymore. You weren’t too sure what to do, so you decided to wait and to rest in one of the last houses of the town. The twins rarely went there, and it would give you some time to determine what to do. 

You opened the front door and sneezed at all the dust and cobwebs lying around. At least, you should be safe here. You found a room upstairs and settled there. You got rid of some of the dust and you sat on the bed. There was a wax statue there, with you and you took some comfort in the presence. It wasn’t the best of Vincent’s creations, hence why it was there (you could tell Vincent had to put the members back on the body and it had been quite hard to do so). But at least you felt home and not completely alone.

You napped a little for the day to go through and then you explored the house. You found some old books and little boxes with jewels inside. You were certain the boys didn’t know about this, and it gave you the idea to explore more of the abandoned houses… Until you remembered Bo wanted you out of town. You tried to not start crying again. Your attention was soon somewhere else as you heard gunshots. You sighted as you understood more tourists came today. You hoped the boys would be fine, and wouldn’t get hurt because you wouldn’t be there to take care of them, like you usually did. You also hoped no one would find you there; it would be stupid to get killed now. At the same time, you didn’t know what to do with yourself. You wouldn’t be able to stay hidden in this house forever, and you weren’t sure you would be able to get back to a more normal life.

Maybe you should get killed, actually. But life could be so fun too.. If only Bo wanted you back, even if you were getting quite angry at him for the way he talked to you as well.

You continued to listen to everything happening in the town and until late in the afternoon you heard screams and the usual hunt noises. The sun was slowly going down when the silence came back in town, and it seemed the boys had been able to get rid of the tourists pretty fast this time. You were glad for them, hopefully it meant the boys hadn’t been injured and the tourists hadn’t ruined more stuff in town; Bo had already his hands full. 

You sighed as your attention was back, one more time on your current situation. You still didn’t know what to do. Finally you tried to get some more rest because your brain just couldn’t think about what to do. 

And you slept like a rock, as all the emotions took their toll on you. 

You missed the three men calling your name in the silence of the ghost town, far away from where you were. You missed the worry creeping in the more they called for you. You missed the phone calls too, because you forgot your phone at the house and when Bo found it, he cursed even more.

As you were sleeping your worries and troubles away, Bo was sitting on his armchair, waiting for the front door to open. He had told his brothers that you were going to come back home on your own, and that it was not necessary to look any more for you. Vincent and Lester insisted but he refused, too proud to admit he was concerned. You were smart and independant but, at the same time, you needed him so much that soon enough you would come back. And you loved him enough to know he didn’t mean what he told you this morning. 

It was what he was repeating himself to keep calm. 

The truth was that he couldn't focus on the TV because his attention was on the front door, and that he couldn't even drink his beer because his throat was tight. He was silently cursing himself for having fucked this up so badly. You were one of the rare good things that happened in his life, and maybe you were gone forever now. No, no, that was impossible because you were soulmates. You weren’t saying “I love you” to each other very often, but you truly adored each other. Bo knew he was going to propose to you one day because he couldn’t imagine getting back to a life without you. He promised himself he would be better if… no, once you would be back home. This wouldn’t happen again, because he wasn’t the monster his father said he was, because he needed you, because he also had been madly missing you lately - and even more today - but he hated how weak his love made him feel.

However, after midnight, he just couldn’t take it anymore. He was going to lose his mind if you didn’t come back home now. He got Vincent from the basement and called Lester who was about to come back to his own house. His brothers were quick to help find you, because they liked you, but also because they didn’t want to scrape Bo off the ground if they realised you were truly gone. 

The three men started to look for you and they hoped you were still inside of Ambrose, in one of the houses or somewhere close by. They also hoped that no tourist found you, and that you were all safe and sound somewhere hidden. They had turned on all the lights and were screaming your name. Bo was the loudest, and he was slowly starting to really panic. He couldn't stand the idea he might have lost you. He just wanted you back in his arms and to go to sleep with you.

You didn’t plan on sleeping so much, completely unaware of the circus that was happening in town. You woke up to a soft scratching sound on the bedroom door. You didn’t understand what it was at first. Actually, you woke up completely lost and confused. It was about 4 am now, and you were disoriented. You needed some time to remember you were in an abandoned house because of a very bad argument with Bo. You sat up, and looked around the room, trying to analyse your surroundings. After a little while, you heard a dog gently whining and you got up to open the bedroom door. Jonesy bolted inside the room and you giggled. You knelt in front of her and hugged her for comfort. 

“Such a good girl you are, you found me!” You praised her as she licked at your cheek. You hugged her more tightly and you closed your eyes. “You’re the only one who wants to find me” you sadly whispered and she cutely barked at you to tell you it wasn’t true!

It was then you heard your name being called and you looked up in surprise.

“Oh they’re looking for me?” you asked as Jonesy sat up. You, on the other hand, got up to look through the window. You blinked at the vivid lights and when your eyes started to get used to the brightness, you saw the Sinclairs looking for you. You couldn’t stop the smile from appearing on your face. It brought you some peace and relief to know you were still loved by your family. You straightened up your clothes and left the room, Jonesy on your heels. She wasn’t going to let you out of her line of vision, just to make sure you were safe and sound. 

You walked closer to the Sinclair house before answering their calls.

“I’m here!” you cried out and when Bo found out where your voice was coming from, he rushed to you. Before you knew it, you were in his arms. He tightly hugged you against his chest, stroking your back and taking into your scent. He was so relieved.

“Thank God” he whispered to himself but you heard him. 

You hugged him back, but you were still hurt by what he yelled at you earlier, and you weren’t going to forget about all the things he said so easily. However, you let him bring you home without a fight. Vincent and Lester hugged you as well and asked you where you were. You answered as Bo sat you down to check on you. He disinfected your little wounds on your knees and palms before putting band-aids on them as he listened to you. They all were glad you stayed close by. You let Bo take care of you without a comment and you didn’t dare to look at him for too long. You weren’t too sure what his mood was right now, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to take any more yelling at. Lester waited for Bo to be done to gently kiss your cheek and greeted you a goodnight. Jonesy refused to follow him and she stayed by your side like a true guard dog. You petted her head and cooed down at her for being such a good girl to you. Vincent sent a look at his twin, to silently tell him he should apologise to you. Bo scoffed and it made you look back at him with a raised eyebrow; you had missed the way the twins had looked at each other and didn’t understand what he was scoffing at. You were feeling insecure enough to believe it was at you. Bo tried to reassuringly smile at you before gesturing for his twin to leave the room. Vincent also kissed your cheek and reluctantly left. He went to his basement but his attention was on Bo and you as he was ready to intervene if things would go wrong once again.

“Time to go to sleep” Bo hummed and you were quite annoyed at the man for trying to pretend nothing happened today.

“Not tired for the moment and then gonna sleep on the couch,” you replied. He frowned at that and reached for your hips.

“Why that?” he asked and it was your turn to scoff

“So what, we’re gonna pretend nothing happened? Look, I'm here because Ambrose is my home… and because no matter what, I love you… But I can’t pretend I didn’t hear what you said today. I’m sorry I’m clingy and needy and not a good enough fuck for you…” you said before he cut you

“Ya know I didn’t mean any of this” he whispered as he brought you closer to him. He looked for your eyes but you turned your head to the side. He cupped your chin to force your eyes to lock with his. “Ya mad at me?” he asked and you shrugged. "Baby?" he insisted

“Ain’t really mad right now… I’m mostly hurt” you replied “I just wanted cuddles this morning. I know you’re busy but it was unfair of you to treat me that way”

“Yes, it was. What can I do to make it to ya, hmm? Too late to cuddle?” he gently smiled as his hands stroked your hip bone and cheek. You had to fight the urge to lean against his touch.

“Tell me you’re sorry, that you love me, that it won’t happen again.” you said and he nodded

“‘Course I love ya. Ya know I’m an asshole when I’m in a bad mood… but I’d go crazy if ya ever left me. I’m so relieved ya home. I’ll do better.” he replied

“So everything you said…”

“Nothin’, lies. I love ya need and want me that bad, because I… do need ya too. Ya make me happy. Do I make ya happy?” he asked as he rested his forehead against yours, both his hands cupping your face now.

“Not when you’re mean to me” you whimpered

“Won’t happen again. I promise, did I ever break a promise I made to you?” he continued

“No… but you’re a sweet talker with your southern charm… How can I be sure you mean what you’re saying now?”

“Because I want us to get married”

You stared at him in pure surprise. You knew the man was a family one, so the fact he wanted you to be officially part of it was a big proof of love.

“You’re serious?” you asked

“I wanna wake up with ya in my arms for the rest of my life, and I wanna listen to your pretty voice everyday, and I wanna pleasure ya and treat you like you deserve to be. I’m a shitty boyfriend, but I’ll be a good husband, ya know that.”

“I know that” you smiled

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47. - - out of spite

"Morning," you say, watching Mickey - who looks adorably fucking sleepy even if you'll never say it to his face - shuffle down the stairs and into the kitchen. You meet him next to the table and plant a quick kiss to his lips. "Feeling better?"

He mumbles something about it being just a cold, but leans heavily into you. You press another kiss to the top of his head, maybe, kind of, a little bit breathing in the scent of him.

"Coffee?" you ask, one last, quick kiss to his temple before pulling back. He nods and moves to sit opposite Carl and Liam at the table while you pour him a cup.

"I want some coffee," Carl says when you bring Mickey's cup over.

"Then get up and get it," you tell him. You hand Mickey his cup with a smile and another kiss to his hair. "I gotta get to work. You gonna be okay?"

"I'll be fine, Gallagher. It's a fuckin' cold."

You sit next to him and rest the back of your hand against his forehead. "Not warm."

"Because it's a cold," he says, picking up his coffee mug and chugging it down quickly. "I'm fine."

You hold his free hand in your own, bring it to your lips and kiss his knuckles. "You sure?" You press his hand to your face and place a kiss in his palm. "Because I can call in sick."

"Gallagher." His tone is all exasperation, but his eyes are soft. "I'm okay."

"Fine." You lean in and kiss his cheek before getting up and filling your travel mug. "Can I at least make you some breakfast before I go?"

"No," he says, and you can practically see his eye roll through the back of his head. He gets up and meets you in the kitchen, refills his coffee. "Go to work."

You pull him into a hug. "Fine. But I'm calling on my lunch break."

"Uh-huh."

You smooth a hand down his back and kiss his shoulder. Pull back to look at him, concerned but sure he'd tell you if he needed you. You lean in and press another kiss to his forehead, your sweet gesture interrupted by Carl's snort of laughter from the table.

"That's nine," he says.

You and Mickey both turn to look at him.

"The fuck're you talkin' about?" Mickey asks.

"Ian's kissed you nine times in the minute-and-a-half you've been downstairs."

Mickey's snort matches Carls. "Sounds about right."

"What?" You look between the three of them. "No I fucking haven't."

"You did," Liam says. "We were counting."

"Why the fuck were you counting?" Mickey asks, leaning back against the sink.

"Yeah, why were you counting?"

Carl smirks. "Because it's the same fucking thing every morning."

"Literally every morning," Liam agrees.

"So today we decided to keep track."

"Losers," Mickey says into his coffee cup.

"Ian's the one who can't keep his lips to himself," Carl says.

You look between the three of them, arms over your chest. "You say that like it's a bad thing."

"Not bad," Liam says.

"Just lame," Carl continues.

You look at Mickey. "Do you think it's lame?"

"'Course not," he says. "I know you can't help yourself."

You scoff. "Fuck you, I can help myself."

"Sure you can, stud."

"You're not irresistible, Mickey."

"No, but you're a kisser." He shrugs one shoulder and takes a sip of coffee, but you're pretty sure his smug smirk stays in place the entire time. "Always have been."

You look at the three of them again, scowling at their knowing looks, and reach for your bag.

"Whatever. I don't need to kiss you, Mickey."

"Uh-huh."

"Fuck you, I don't." You turn to your brothers. "Pay attention tomorrow, assholes. I won't kiss him once."

"Sure you won't," Mickey agrees, clearly humouring you.

"How about you don't kiss him now?" Carl says. "No kiss goodbye."

"Whatever. It's nothing. Fuck you all, I'm going to work."

Bag on your back, you leave the kitchen, and ignore their chuckles. You pause at the door to get your boots on. Reach for the handle. Stop.

"Fuck."

You storm back into the kitchen, finding Mickey exactly where you left him, leaning against the sink. One eyebrow shoots up at the sight of you because he fucking knows and fuck him for that.

You grasp his head in your hands and press a quick, bruising kiss to his lips, ignoring the laughter from the table and relishing in the sharp inhale through his nose. You let him go and step back, narrowing your eyes at all three of them.

"That was not a kiss goodbye. That was because you said I'd kissed him nine times and you can't just leave something at nine. It has to be an even number or a multiple of five. Everyone fucking knows that."

Silence.

And then.

"Sure, Gallagher. You keep tellin' yourself that."

You leave without another word, flipping them all off over your shoulder.

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Daddy Cupid: The Asshole

Modern!Donquixote Doflamingo X Reader

-When your father grows weary of your single life, he takes it upon himself to play matchmaker. With him knowing the entire city, he embarks on a mission to find you the perfect match.

Chapter 6: Youre just so annoying and a menace

Sitting in the back of his car next to him, you felt a rush of emotions following the events at the police station. Your gaze was distant, lost in your own thoughts.

Why did you do this? What are you doing? Why is he still holding your hand?

"Why were you there?" Doflamingo's voice broke the silence.

"H-huh?" You looked at him, caught off guard by his question.

He pouted, looking out the window. "Are you not only stupid but also deaf? I asked what you were doing at the clinic? Did you hurt yourself again?"

"Oh, that's Marco's clinic. I was eating lunch with him when a guy came. I now realized I haven't seen your brother since we graduated high school... I didn't recognize him," you explained, your voice tinged with regret.

However, there was no response from Doflamingo. When you turned to look at him, you saw his deadpan expression. He had lost his pout and had also let go of your hand.

Oh you're so stupid how could you forget?! He has a crush on you you've been thinking about that fact for a while and you forgot it now???????? He needs your comfort right now he's scared for his brother and you're right here breaking his heart talking about your lunch date with another man that his dying brother ruined!!!!

Wait a minute... It shouldn't matter who you had lunch with, and you didn't have to tiptoe around Doflamingo because of his feelings. You should be able to have a normal conversation with him without worrying about it. It's already a lot from you that you're taking him to his brother right now.

Right.

"Look, I get that you might not be thrilled with the fact that I was out with someone else, but that doesn't matter. Why would I have to care if you don't like it? Stop sulking about it. I'mnot comforting you." You looked at him, trying to gauge his reaction.

But to your surprise he was looking at you with his usual expression around you. His cocky eyebrow raise and shit eating grin.

You couldn't help but feel confused and slightly embarrassed as Doflamingo burst into laughter. His reaction was unexpected, and you couldn't figure out if you had said something wrong or if there was a different reason for his laughter. You sat there, waiting for an explanation, your face flushing even more in embarrassment.

"What?????" You burst out not able to handle anymore of his laughter.

Doflamingo's smile widened as he gazed at you. "You were worried about my feelings, weren't you, sweetheart?"

You blinked, a mix of confusion and a tinge of embarrassment washing over you. "No. I said the exact opposite of that."

He leaned in a little closer, his eyes never leaving yours. "The fact that you had to say that implies you might be more conflicted about it. Have you been thinking about me often lately? Your response seemed like you've been thinking about me more than you'd like to admit."

Your face turned an even deeper shade of red, and you stuttered, "Y-yeah, well, so what if I was? You're the one with a crush on me. I've only thought about you for a few weeks, and you've been pining for years." You huffed.

Only realizing you might have said too much a little too late.

Doflamingo chuckled, and you couldn't help but be irritated by his laugh, which sounded like a villain about to hatch a nefarious plan. He definitely is planning something bad right now.

"I'll take the few weeks as a win, I'llturn that into months, then years." he said, smiling and resting his head on your shoulder, closing his eyes. "Thanks, I needed to clear my mind. Maybe you should join that one friend of yours, the clown. You seem good at elevating spirits. You've got the look down, too; you just need a talent."

Naturally, his favorite way of relieving stress was annoying you. In response, you pinched his ear and shot him a defiant glare. "You look more like a clown than me."

The car came to a stop, and you couldn't wait to get away from Doflamingo. You ran out and into Marco's clinic, seeking refuge in his room. Marco looked at you with confusion. "I can't tell if you came back because you missed me or because you're in trouble."

You smiled at him, trying to look innocent. "The first one, I swear."

A knock on the door interrupted your conversation. You knew who it was and immediately hid behind Marco's desk. Marco held back his laughter.

"Sorry, I think my dog ran in here. Have you seen her?" Doflamingo's voice rang out.

You almost stood up to confront him, but you didn't want to spend any more time with him. "Maybe I should leash my dog next time to prevent her from running. She's not very smart, after all."

"You're so annoying!" you glared at Doflamingo.

"There she is. Come here, sweetheart," Doflamingo cooed.

Marco burst into laughter. "Don't laugh at me! Get him away!"

"Baby, come on, don't make me get your leash," Doflamingo smirked.

"You're stupid if you think I'm going to come over with that."

"I think your puppy wants to get picked up. I'm still on call, and your brother is upstairs," Marco chimed in.

"Marco! You're supposed to be on my side! Why are you handing me off to that thing? I'm so telling Edward on you!"

Doflamingo swept you up without warning, making you squeak and cling to him. Marco quickly clarified, "I didn't betray you; I'm just the type to not get involved! Don't tell Dad."

You grumbled, "Traitor."

Doflamingo chuckled as he carried you out of Marco's room. "It's not betrayal if he never pledged loyalty in the first place."

Marco watched you two leave with a grin, relieved that you were safe and with your pink-clad companion.

The funny thing was that he climbed a whole lot of stairs carrying you, and neither of you said anything about the fact he was carrying you with your arms around his neck.

You entered the room and saw the same man who was brought in during lunch. He was awake and looked at you two in confusion.

"What?" his brother mustered weakly.

Doflamingo set you down softly, and only then did you realize Doflamingo had rushed to his brother's side and was checking on him.

"Not much," his brother replied, trying to keep his voice steady.

"I don't care if you just scrape your knee or if you just stubbed your toe. If you get hurt, I'll worry," Doflamingo's voice was filled with concern. "You're my only family here." He sighed deeply and pulled his brother close to his chest. "You had me worried. I thought something extremely bad had happened. I was this close to contacting mom and dad." The relief in his eyes was undeniable as he held his brother close.

"I'm fine," the brother reassured.

"Alright," Doflamingo took a seat next to his brother and gestured for you to join them. He said, "I'll introduce you. I think you've forgotten each other."

"Y/N, this is Rosinante. Rosi, Y/N."

"Y/N? Like from high school? The one you liked?" Rosinante inquired with a warm smile. "I thought there'd be no way she'd be with you."

Your face flushed as you exchanged glances with Doflamingo, who couldn't help but laugh.

"Why wouldn't she be with me?" he teased.

"You're an asshole," you both replied in unison.

"Doesn't matter, she's with me now, right, sweetheart?" Doflamingo cooed, pinching your cheek.

"Why? How?"

"Don't bother trying to figure that out. I'm not with him with him." You cleared up.

"Ah, so he's still pining for you," Rosinante remarked, his tone carrying a sense of teasing.

Doflamingo grinned and nodded confidently. "Yeah, but she's been thinking about me for weeks, so I think I'm actually winning this battle."

You rolled your eyes and huffed, feeling a mix of exasperation and embarrassment as the two brothers exchanged.

You crossed your arms, feigning annoyance. "I hope you trip and twist your ankle, Doffy."

He smiled with a hint of mischief. "Not a very smooth way of flirting, sweetheart." Doflamingo laughed, enjoying your playful banter. "I can tell when someone's just playing hard to get."

You sighed dramatically, "I'm doing the opposite; I'm threatening you."

"I think I see it now... yeah, you two should just kiss and move on, this is disgusting." Rosinante remarked.

Doflamingo grinned mischievously. "I would do that, but I don't think she's good at kissing, and I don't really enjoy unskilled ones."

"Oh yeah? I'm great at kissing! Yo-" You were about to continue, but the words caught in your throat, knowing where that conversation could lead, and you quickly cut yourself off, your face turning even redder.

"You were saying something. What was it?" Doflamingo smirked.

You couldn't believe how Doflamingo was managing to fluster you. You stomped out of the room, your face still red, and you could hear his laughter echoing behind you. Fanning yourself, you tried to regain your composure. This whole situation was incredibly weird. How was this guy, who had been such an asshole for years, making you feel like this?

Are you seriously developing a crush on someone who's life's purpose is to annoy you?

Developing a crush on someone who has spent years annoying you can be a confusing and unexpected experience. Feelings aren't always logical, and sometimes, people can surprise us by revealing different facets of their personalities. It's essential to take your time to understand your feelings and consider whether there's more to this person than meets the eye.

Maybe you're right sentient monologue from fourth wall...

Wait why are you trying to make sense of this?You've hate Doflamingo you've always hated him. Stop trying to defend his assholeliness.

I understand that your feelings toward Doflamingo are complex and rooted in a history of annoyance and dislike. It's entirely valid to feel that way.

I mean yea, he was that kid who swiped your juice box in elementary school, but is he not also the one who went the extra mile to trim a massive chunk of the flower bush in the school garden for you, and got in trouble for it?

He was indeed the guy who copied your homework just to get you both in trouble, but is he not the one who took you to Burger King at prom, got you those paper crowns, and declared you prom queen.

He was not just an insufferable asshole who had given you a hard time for years, but underneath that rough, insufferable exterior, he is harboring a deep and genuine feelings for you. He's an asshole in love with you.

Your eyes widened as you leaned your head against the door, a profound realization washing over you.

"Oh..."

He's been in love with you for so long, denial about that part can't continue.

The door swung open, and your head that was resting against it caused you to start falling backward. Before you could tumble, Doflamingo reached out and caught you, preventing you from falling.

"Dumbass." He flicks your forehead.

You stared at him, and the realization hit you like a ton of bricks. Your heart's beat grew louder.

This was another story. One you couldn't accept. You'll be denying it as long as you can– there's no way you were seriously falling for this man.

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Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 18 - Freak

Summary: Dave's first day at Hawkins High.

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Here we go again.

Another school, another first day, another fresh start.

Dave's mom loves fresh starts; Dave hates them.

Understandable because he's been the new kid at school at least three other times in his life, thanks to his dad's job. You'd think he'd be used to it now that he was older, but it'd only made him more bitter.

Always having to leave friends behind, leave plans unfulfilled.

Plus he'd been gearing himself up to ask his crush out before they had to move again. He was pretty sure they were gonna say yes too.

He'd spent all summer in some stage of heartbreak.

"You'll find someone new to have a crush on," his mom tried to cheer him up as she drove him to school on his first day. "And making friends again will be so easy! You have such a bright personality Davey."

He sunk further into his seat, pout cemented on his face.

That was the last thing he wanted to hear from his mom.

He felt a little thankful that it wasn't only his first day, but the first day of classes entirely, and that there was such a commotion of traffic between Hawkins Middle and Hawkins High that his mom couldn't get out of the car to hug him goodbye.

Immediately, he realized how much he was gonna stick out at this school. First day of school meant that you dressed your best. For Dave, that was his nicest jeans, his leather jacket, and his favorite sneakers. For everyone else, it seemed like their best meant that they were cut out of sears catalogs and Old Navy window displays and whatever magazines that the popular girls always giggled at over lunch.

He figured...that was what happened when you moved from a bigger city to a suburb in the middle of nowhere like this. But it suddenly put a bitter taste in his mouth and he suddenly doubted that he was gonna find anyone to be friends with.

If only he knew what was waiting for him in first period...

To be fair, when Dave first saw saw, who he later would find to be, Eddie Munson in the back corner of the classroom, his mind immediately thought "who is this douchebag?"

Long hair, perpetual stank face, slumped in his desk so far that you could barely call it sitting, with a long leg stretched across the aisle making it impossible for anyone to sit next to him.

"Guy must think his dick is so big," Dave grumbled as he put as much space between himself and capital-D-douchebag as possible.

Unfortunately for him, they were partnered together for the "ice breaker" by their very chipper teacher.

"Hey, I'm Eddie," the guy greeted immediately, face pulled into a less-than-enthusiastic expression as he moved to the seat beside Dave. "Nice jacket."

"Thanks," he responded blithely with a nod.

It wasn't that he wanted to be an asshole, he just...got the wrong vibe from this guy. Even if Eddie didn't seem all that bad right now--bored more than anything--he knew plenty of people that turned out to be terrible.

But he could try to be a little friendlier.

"Let's, uh, break some ice I guess," he told Eddie with an expectant lift of his brow and they got to work.

The activity on the board--a weird "getting to know you" game of Bingo--was slow to say the least.

Name of your first pet? Eddie never had any pets, Dave had a dog named Rascal when he was younger.

Middle name? Edward Joseph and David Andrew.

Favorite band? "Metallica"

It was said in tandem and both boys did a double take, then Eddie narrowed his eyes.

"Seriously?" he scoffed. "You like Metallica? Name three of their songs."

"What?" Dave's voice squeaked with affront. "Are you kidding me? I don't need to prove myself to you."

That's it, he knew this guy was a dickhead.

"Why don't you name three of their songs?"

The two of them bickered back and forth for a minute, their words lost beneath the din of their classmates chatter, until finally Dave had enough.

"Seriously I know I'm the new kid and everything and I know its not hard to look at me and see that I'm a freak," he put hard emphasis on the word, "but it doesn't mean you need to tease me for the shit I like. Play pretend to get me to trust you and then laugh at me. What's next? You gonna ask me if I like Dungeons and Dragons?"

It was silent for a moment before Eddie leaned over in his seat to dig something out of his backpack. He slapped it right onto the desk in front of Dave.

A beaten old black spiral notebook with a piece of duct tape across the front that said Hellfire in black sharpie.

Dave cautiously opened it to find all sorts of campaign notes and character sheets and scribbles in the margins about this and that. It was like a gold mine. Shit, even his friends back home didn't play DnD with him...

"So..." Eddie sniffed. "Hellfire meets every Friday after school. Still not too sure where we're holding meetings this year. Have to talk to our good old sponsor first. But, unofficially, you're welcome to come sit with us at lunch if you want? See if you wanna join?"

Dave nodded dumbly and then, before he realized it, he was rambling on about his favorite songs from Kill Them All and he and Eddie were on their way to becoming the best of friends.

"It's, uh, nice to meet you Dave," Eddie told him at the end of class.

"Nice to meet you too Ed.

And the rest was history.

[phaticserpent]

How will the mcu Ultron react to the fact that s/o has toxic parents? Maybe s/o just burst into tears in front of him? I would like some fluff, if possible, sorry and thank you.

Oooooo okay!

Warning: emotional abuse, angst, fluff

Ultron would always wonder why you declined his offer for you to house with him, though the offer still stands, you were still persistent. Was it him? Did he make you uncomfortable?

A text interrupted his thoughts,

"[ this is really sudden, but can I crash at your place for the night? ]"

"[ yeah! You're always welcome here.....you have the key right? ]"

"[ yeah, thank you! ]"

Snapping out his daze, Ultron moved to the kitchen to prep lunch. About an hour, you made sure to announce that you were entering before opening the door.

"Good afternoon, did you eat lunch?" Ultron tilted his head at you.

"Mm' good afternoon." You smiled. He didn't know what happened, but your smile wasn't hiding your teary eyes.

"I'll get you some hot tea," Ultron pulled his gaze away, in case his staring was too obvious. "You can rest up on the couch."

"Thank you." At the end, your voice choked and he watched you walk to the couch. You would be on and off your phone, checking it to see the onslaught of messages from your parents. Ultron sat next to you with your lunch and hot tea, setting it down on the table. "Thank you." He didn't want to disturb you while you were eating, but his gaze would move to your phone where he could make out the rapid texts your parents were sending.

"While you're here, I'll get the bed ready for you." Ultron offered. You nodded and watched him disappear for a short moment. You knew he was giving you time to yourself and you could feel your heart stop hammering. Although you were still shaky, you slowly placed the dishes in the sink.

"Do you need anything? I can do everything else, just make sure to rest up." Ultron insisted. You didn't know what came over you. One second, you thought you were fine and now, you stood in front of Ultron as tears filled your eyes. He tensed as you dropped onto the ground, your body hunched over as you hid yourself. Ultron joined you on the ground, his hand hesitantly hovered over your back. "You'll be alright....and even if you're not, this place is for you. Breathe."

"I-I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me." You cried out. "I don't deserve you." His hand abruptly paused from rubbing your back, he gave your shoulders a gentle yet affirmative squeeze.

"That's not true." Ultron assures. "I don't know what happened or what you went through, but you're the most kindhearted person I know." He held you close to him as you continued to cry, though you tried to express your situation through your tears. He brushed away the tears from your cheeks.

"M-my parents," you sobbed out before breaking down again.

"Shh, it's okay. You're here." Ultron said softly. "Catch your breath." He handed you the cup of water and you gently drank the rest of the water.

Once your sobs settled down, you took in a deep breath. "Y-you already know a-about the professor.....that's teaching the class and how he's an asshole." Ultron nodded. "Well....we h-had a test recently, and the entire class failed. My parents didn't understand when I tried to explain how awful the professor was. They threatened to take away my belongings and sell them or break them if I didn't get my grade up.....they also said they would kick me out of the house." You exhaled deeply. Ultron was silent, but his hands didn't stop comforting you.

"That is not your fault. I'm sorry you have parents that don't understand how much you've done or how much you've given your best. You really don't deserve that." Ultron sighed. "You could always move in with me.....this is yours."

"My parents–" you started.

"Hey," He suddenly pulled you away from him as he lifted your face gently for you to look at him. "Don't worry about them. I'll help you move out, and you won't have to worry about anything else. I can send some of my funds to their account so they don't have to depend on you. They can take care of themselves. And you need some time away from them.....being around toxic people will only suffocate you."

"Thank you." You wrapped your arms around him. "Thank you for everything."

"Of course." Ultron pressed a kiss to your head. "You know I wouldn't hesitate if you asked."

"You deserve better."

"Come now," Ultron drawled. "You're exactly that. Maybe even more than better.....now, how bout we watch something and just destress? Hm? I have some ice cream that I saved for you." You nodded as he helped you off the floor. The rest of the day was just you relaxing and Ultron sent a thorough email about the professor to the dean. Obviously, with proof.

[pariskylar]

Part Four

Friday: September 10, 2021

she sighed when she pulled up to the Thrombey Mansion. there is no way this was her life. working here was so dull, it drained her just pulling up to the home. she had even contemplated quitting twice a week.

Harlan was basically mute when ever she talked to him and just sent her off to spend the entire day dealing with emails and proof reading. the only source of entertainment she gets is her lunch break. she spends it with Marta and Fran. they dish out a fuck ton of Thrombey-Drysdale drama and she ate it up.

she cut off her car, grabbing her bag and the coffees heading to the home. she reach behind the potted plants for the spare key Fran told her about so she didn’t have to wait on her every morning.

she went to the office where the duo sat as usual.

“good morning.” she greeted Marta handing her her coffee.

“thank you, i’m so tired.” she stood up hugging Jaz and grabbing her cup.

“no, problem.” she went and signed in for the day.

pulling out her iPad she checked the schedule for the day. it was basically empty, there was just a new landscaper coming at 1:30. he is Maurice’s cousin.

Maurice is a friend she met in group therapy. they grew close and slowly integrated each other into both their friend groups. they both changed each other lives immensely. she referred Tia to him as his family’s as a personal chef and now they’re in a flourishing relationship. he knew the Thrombey family and referred her to this job and helped her get hired, so she felt it was only fair that she payed it forward for his cousin. she was instructed to find a new landscaper and had hired him off referral alone.

“um, the only thing on the schedule today is the new landscaper is coming today.” she put the iPad back in her bag.

and as expected he didn’t say word just sat down four stacks of paper.

“have a nice day.” she walked out with the papers and coffees.

she headed to the kitchen where she knew Fran was cooking Mr. Thrombey’s breakfast.

“morning.” she sat the coffee on the counter near the stove.

“my gosh, i love you.” Fran turned hugging her.

“i know.” she smiled at her before leaving to start her own work.

she took her usual seat on the bench on the front porch. she took a sip from her iced coffee, before setting it to the side to take out all of her work supplies. she connected her noise canceling and selecting channel ORANGE and prepared herself to begin her work day.

she started with the most mundane task first, checking and replying to emails. there were emails from the publishing company, his book designer and his distributers. she took out a sticky-note jotting down the deadlines for each, running it to Harlan.

she was back on the porch beginning to proof chapter seven.

an hour later she finished one chapter and was a quarter done with the other when she saw something from her peripheral vision. it moved rapidly moved in front of her, scaring her near to death. she looked up to see Ransom.

why is he here, he came here this week.

“yes?” she turning the volume down before taking one cuff.

“Harlan here?” he asked

“yeah, i’ll walk you in there.” she put everything on the swing set.

“i know where his office is.” he walked off towards the home.

“cool.” she sighed going back to work.

“you sure i don’t need an appointment.” he mumbled still harped up on they’re first meeting.

“i can schedule you in, if you want.” she bit back, taking the other cuff off.

scoffing he walked into the house.

he is such an asshole. she was still pissed at him from when they first met and just how flat out rude he was, but his last visit really solidified her borderline hate for him. he waltzed his annoying ass up the steps knocking her work all over the place and went straight inside without an apology or an offer to help her. she felt so dehumanized by him and every time she sees him she want to powerbomb him.

she pushed the thoughts of him and went back to work.

she finished the album and was half way done with the eighth chapter.

she grabbed her phone looking for another album to put it on. she landed on K.I.D.S by Mac Miller. she skipped the first song, she hated intros.

do you mind if we smoke this blunt outside? cause it's nice out and we could get high. yeah, the sun shinin' and i'm feelin' right. we outside, outside

when the song began to play she saw someone climb up the steps. as she looked over she saw one of the finest men she seen in her life. he was well over six foot, his skin a gorgeously deep shade of brown and he wore one of her favorite hairstyles to see a man wear—locs.

he spoke, but she couldn't hear him. she took her headphones off giving him her undivided attention.

“is this Harlan Thrombey’s place?”

“yes, um, may i ask who’s asking?” she finally spoke.

“i’m Jaaron. i’m the new landscaper.” he held out his hand

she shook his hand still infatuated with him. he was just her type; tall, tatted and loced—ironically the polar opposite of her fiancé.

“i’m Jazlyn, Mr. Thrombey’s assistant.”

“you’re Reese’s friend?” he asked giving a million dollar pearly white smile.

she nodded.

“thanks for the job.” he made eye contact, holding it.

“you came highly recommended” she felt her face warm up, growing shy.

“am i interrupting something?” Ransom asked stepping out the house.

she rolled her eyes annoyed at his presence.

“no, i’m just introducing myself.” he took his hand from her’s “i’m Jaaron.” he greet the pest, offering him a hand.

“Hugh.” Ransom simply looked him over.

Hugh? who the fuck is Hugh?

“do either one of you know where i’m supposed to be?” Jaaron asked

“yeah-” she went to stand up but Ransom cut her off.

“i’ll show you.” he offered holding the door open

“thanks.” he flashed that smile again “it was nice to meet you, Jasmine.”

“um, Jazlyn.” she corrected

“oh, my bad, Jazlyn.” he licked his lips and she was dang near a puddle.

“it’s cool.”

he went into the house and she immediately pulled out her personal phone text the group chat.

Core Four 👯‍♀️ 👯‍♀️ - Reese’s cousin is fine he tall dark tatted and dreaded

“you know Harlan has a rule against his employees dating each other.” Ransom said scaring her.

“what? i’m no where near interested.” she shook her head, putting her phone away.

“sure.” he shot her a dismissive look.

“no seriously, i’m good.” she insisted

“mhmm, you all but stripped naked for him. i had to escort the poor guy to back lawn.”

“drive safe, Ransom.” she was over the conversation, and wanted to finish up her work.

“it’s Hugh.” he corrected her.

“huh?” she looked up at him, confused.

“my name’s Hugh” he clarified putting his sunglasses on.

it’s basically fall, why the hell does he need sunglasses?

“your mom-”

“the help calls me Hugh” he cut her off, stepped down on the first step.

“whatever. drive safe, Hugh.”

weirdo.

“nigga think he James Bonds or something?” Tia asked

she had just came home from work and was freshly showered. they ordered some food and were in the kitchen talking about their days. she was on the the part of the day where Ransom showed up. everytime she mentioned him she ended up going on an extended soliloquy about him.

she had been working there for approximately eighteen and saw him four times, but some way some how she had ranted about him each time. she had even turned Tia into a Ransom hater. she dislike just as much as Jazlyn.

she had a weird overprotective nature over Jazlyn, even though she was younger. if Jaz didn’t like someone without hesitation Tia disliked them as well. if you were mean to Jaz you were on Tia’s shit list.

back in middle school a girl name Taleal would make fun of Jazlyn every day during science class, it got so bad she skipped science for two weeks. word got back to Tia that her friend was getting bullied and at lunch the next day she beat the poor girl with her own backpack.

“i don’t know.” she shrugged “he’s such an ass. you lucky you get Reese to antagonize you.” she teased about her boo.

“mhmm, speaking of.” Tia took small bit of the tasty burger.

“what?” Jaz grabbed a fry from the bag

“i know tomorrow is your day off, but i need your help.”

“with?”

“Reese is having a party at his parents place and they asked me to cater and to serve.”

Jaz let out a long sigh.

working his parties is the worst. they worked long hours just for everyone to ignore the food and get shitfaced; then they were stuck eating the leftover for two weeks.

“i know, but pleaseeeeeee!” Tia got up from her seat and sat on her lap “please! please!” she pouted, laying her head on her chest.

“fine.”

“thank you, thank you.” she sat up kissing her all over the face

“what’s the theme?” Jaz pulled her face away with a grin.

“it’s roaring 20s.”

of course. Jaz rolled her eyes.

“and we’re flapper girls.” she added sounding just as annoyed.

“ugh, imma knock Reese’s head off his shoulders.” Jaz grumbled

“no, i like that face and that head.” Tia giggled, struggling to get the last part out.

“nastyyy.” she suppressed her laughter shaking her head

—

—

they wandered around the lively party, offering drunk guests food and trying not to get bumped into or stepped on. they were walking by Alex, Reese’s younger brother, when Tia abruptly stopped.

“B.A.P Bundle?” she held the tray out to him.

“huh?” he looking at them amused.

he enjoy mocking them when they worked these parties.

“shut up.” she rolled her eyes at him “it’s a Brie, Asparagus & Prosciutto Bundle, it’s a puff pastry stuffed with prosciutto, asparagus and brie.”

“nah.” he shook his head.

“how bout a Baked Feta Bite.” she gestured to the tray in Jazlyn’s hand.

“no, thanks, but i’d take either one of you on a platter.” he flirted as usual, drapping an arm on both their shoulders.

“boy bye.” Tia shoved him away from them.

he chuckled walking away to rejoin the party.

“these ain’t getting ate, let’s go get the dessert.”

they went back to the kitchen to grab new trays. they had been there for five hours. the first two they spent cooking and platting the food. the third they had to decorate the huge pool house in 20s decor. the last two were greeting guest and tried getting rid some of the food they would inevitably take home with them. her feet were throbbing in the ugly ass kitten heels, her hands were sweating in those gloves, and her anxiety was slowly spiking while her social battery was rapidly decreasing. she wanted to go home, but she didn’t wanna say anything.

when they reached the empty kitchen she felt weight being lifted from her shoulder as she began feel alot more calm.

“grab the mini cheese cakes and i’ll take-” Tia began explaining the next round to her when the most flamboyant person on the planet came into the room.

“hey, Jazzy.” Reese came over to them giving her a hug.

he was dressed as an old timey circus ring leader.

“hey, boo.” she leaned into the hug while balancing one of the dessert trays between her hip and the counter.

“Tiana.” he smiled at her.

“Maurice.” she bit back a smile.

“you busy?” he invaded her space

“kinda catering your party right now.” she gestured to the to the trays

“just leave the tray on the counter. i gotta talk to you real quick.” he snaked his arms around her.

“i can’t leave Jaz by herself.”

“she’s got this. right, Jaz?” he turned to her.

he shot her a pleading look just wanting some time with his boo.

“yeah, go get your cheeks clapped.” she patted Tia on the bum.

while they ran off to be sucio, she was having the worst time of her life. she took a trip around the home silently offering desserts. per usual no one took anything. things were going great until more people came. she began to get nervous and her mouth grew dry. she tried making her way back to the kitchen but someone took a step back standing on her foot.

“ow.” she tried pulling her foot under them.

“sorry.” they apologized finally getting off her.

she nodded, accepting the apology, trying to walk off when someone bumped into her knocking some of the mini cheese cakes onto her. she exhaled shaking her head, swearing she would never help with this again.

she went back to the kitchen setting the tray back down, with shaking hands. she decided not to go back out there without Tia. grabbing as spare sponge from under the sink, she began frantically scrubbing the rental costume dress. she got most of the stain off but she was gonna have to be up late getting the rest out.

she did her breathing techniques her therapist taught her for situations like this. everything slowed down and began to feel normal again. she leaned against the counter, trying to enjoy her calm state, when her phone dinged with a message. unlocking her phone she saw a text from her fiancé.

Shawn: where are u???

she sighed already knowing this was gonna be an unnecessary argument.

Shawn - helping T with a catering job

the next message came not even five seconds later

Shawn really?? onna saturday??

- yeah

she did this on purpose!!

this nigga and these punctuation

Shawn - what’re u talking about

she knows saturdays are our days she doesn’t like me so u cant say it wasn’t on purpose.

she wants u to leave me and she’s tryna slowly pull u away from me.

he’s so paranoid

she tried to text some form of comfort to him when someone spoke to her.

“Harlan send you here to spy on me?” the voice she grew to dislike spoke.

she looked up to see Ransom staring at her. he was dressed as Al Capone, because of course he was.

“no.” she locked her phone putting it on the counter facedown.

“you just stalking me then?” he tilted his head.

“yeah, i disguised myself as a caterer to stalk you.” she shot back sarcastically

“then what are you doing here?” he seemed confused

gosh this man slow.

“i know you’re a bit touched but you’re not dumb.”

“what does that even mean” he furrowed his eyebrows.

before she can say anything Reese loud ass voice boomed across the kitchen.

“Ranny!” Reese came over with a disheveled Tia two steps behind him, still fixing her clothes.

“Mari!” Ransom beamed going greeting him with a hug.

“you know him?” she looked at Reese confused

“yep, my old college roomie.” he placed an arm around his, supposed, friend's shoulder.

“you know her.” Ransom looked her over then looked to Reese for confirmation.

“yeah, we’re in the same therapy group. i recommended her the assistant job with your grand dad.” he nodded at her.

Ransom was still stood there glaring at her, as if that was gonna scared her.

“Jazzy, who’s this.” Tia took a step in front of her blocking her from Ransom’s view.

“this is Ransom.” she said at her back.

“Hugh.” he corrected her

“hm, so you’re Ransom.” she stepped to him.

Reese grabbed her by the waist pulling her away from him.

“what’s up with the hostility?” Reese asked trying to play peace keeper.

“that mother fucker over there,” she pointed to Ransom “has been being a dick head to Jazzy and i’m point five seconds from smacking the shit outta him.”

“excuse me?” Ransom looked genuinely offended.

“you heard me.” she tried stepping to him again, but Reese pulled her back.

“woah woah. my parties hostile free environment.” he turned her to face him “baby, calm down.”

“lemme go pass out this food before you be short a guess.” she rolled her eyes grabbing a dessert tray.

she left the kitchen not forgetting to shoulder check Ransom on the way out.

“that’s the girl you constantly talk about?”

“love of my life.” Reese left the kitchen after her

“so did Harlan send you for my mom?” he asked when it was just them two left.

scoffing, she grabbed a tray leaving out to meet up with Tia.

they worked for another three hours before they were allowed to leave. every piece of food they made had been left untouched so they had to take them home. when they got home they were too tired to do anything and just flopped on the couch.

“you are gonna have to starting do this shit yourself.” she told her while they leaned on eachother

“we can both use the extra cash.”

“i guess.” she yawned

“we have to go take this make up off.”

“mhmm” she nodded barley able to keep her eyes open.

the next thirty minutes they tried to get up but couldn’t. giving up on fighting it they passed out on the couch.

[toomuchsmoshbrainrot]

silly little smosh fanfic game

So I played this game once really early on when I was BARELY following anyone on here. I'mma bring it back because I can.

I've delved back into writing fanfic for Smosh, and I'm working on one for Whumptober (started STUPID early, like back in February, because i Do Not Trust Myself to Finish Things).

My published fics so far, I forced myself to be a little more descriptive, but most of my writing, this Whumptober project included, is super dialogue heavy, and I feel like most of my ideas come from one little dumb line of dialogue that I then build around.

So I thought it might be a fun dumb lil game for me to post some of my favorite ones I’ve written, and see if people can figure out who’s saying them/if the lines have personality.

THE LINES (line breaks are to separate the chapters, so the ones in the same groups might have a lot of the same people speaking)

“Yeah, anyone can do that. I’d like an actual challenge, thank you.”/“And I’d like a friend that’s alive, thank you.”

“Well, if you boys are done, I’m going back inside. I’m not missing out on my entire lunch to babysit you psychos.”

“You do realize, when I said I loved you to death, you weren’t supposed to take it as a challenge, right?”/“Do I look dead to you? I lived, bitch.”

"Shayne says I'm a Chosen."/"Yeah, whatever the hell that means."

"If I find out you tried this again and you die, I’m raising you from the dead, and killing you again myself.”/“The scary part is I actually believe you could pull that off.”

---

"I know I joked that I was gonna go hard, but I felt bad. I couldn’t do it. Dude, I whiffed so hard, you thought I was Keith.”

“I’m sure it looks like I got punched in the face. Because I did.”

“Hey, for an asshole, at least he’s kinda weak…”

---

“She’s gonna kill me.”/“You know, I’m not sure if you mean Zoe or Courtney, but either way, I’m inclined to agree.”

“While I’m sure there’s a weird corner of the internet that would be into watching that, we’d never do that to you.”

“See? This is what I’m talking about… stubborn idiot.”/“OUR stubborn idiot.”/“If I had the strength to fight that right now, I would.”/“And yet you love us for some reason.”/“Pretty sure there’s only one person here I’ve actually said those words to, and it isn’t you.”/“Fine, they can take care of you, then.”/“Maybe I will.” (this one was originally just the first 2 lines... it's grown and i love it all)

---

“Nobody watching will ever even know what happened, you can make up as wild a story as you want.”/“Bears?”/“The animal or the gay kind?”

“It’s not gonna make you sweat, it’s the thinnest, tiniest, shittiest blanket we have. I’m pretty sure we rescued it out of one of Spencer’s desk drawers months ago."

“I’m not leaving you. Not in this state. You’re a wreck.”/“…Literally when am I NOT a wreck?”

(i have a few other favorite lines in this one but they rely on the context of the person's name, so they aren't fun for this game)

---

“Maybe if you wrote legibly, you could keep your secret. This looks nothing like any of the words you just said.”/“That’s on y'all for not being able to read.”/“…Wait. Aren’t you literally a lefty?”/“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

---

“Just needed to step out for some air.”/“Like… ‘the guys are smothering me with their energy’ air, or actual air you need to breathe?”

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I believe I am sufficiently stressed enough to have a good cry in the bathroom.”/“Oh my God, it was a JOKE.”

---

“I think I’m in a toxic relationship with your ramen.”

---

“Closed-toed shoes while we’re working, please.”/“I’m giving you feet content for free right now.”/“She has a point. There are literally power tools everywhere, and you’re walking around in fucking Birkenstocks.”

---

“He said he was going to get a blanket last I saw him. Maybe check Reddit Stories set? You guys are obsessed with that thing.” (chants *blanket lore! blanket lore! blanket lore!*)

“It’s not a fever, I’m naturally this hot.”/“Well, at least you’re feeling enough like yourself to say things like that.”

[skiddlecat]

Thank you! Yeah, it's been bothering me for a while now that people in this fandom became so attached to the idea that the Remnants were all voluntary mass-murderers acting of their own free will. To start with, it basically means that Makoto and co. are complete assholes for trying to redeem such people through amnesia. To do that to terrorists who acted entirely of their own free will instead of putting them on trial would be an insult to all of their victims (both living and dead). Yet the writers were clearly wanting the players to sympathize with Makoto's cause, and don't treat what he's doing as reprehensible. And the very existence of the Neo-World Program implies that it's made with the intent to deprogram brainwashing. Then there's the fact that "someone preyed on my insecurities and made me depressed, so now I'm gonna blow up the world"...is just not a believable fucking heel turn at all. Human beings just don't work like that. I'm not saying that you couldn't tell a story where a moral person like say Mahiru Koizumi gradually becomes a complete monster. But it would take a hundred extra steps and need way more time. Class 77-B are all flawed people, but Jesus wept they're not THAT flawed. And something I forgot to bring up in the previous ask is another big logistical issue for Junko. They're not even in the same class. The SDR2 cast a year above her. Thus meaning the amount of time she could spend with them is even more limited. If anything it would have actually made more sense for her to pick Class 78 as her Remnants, since she at least has more time to work with them. One of the explanation I've heard is she did an evil variant of the FTEs during school lunch breaks or in the afternoon. Like...how even the fuck do you corrupt someone to that level over the course of a few private conversations? And to have it work perfectly with zero subjects acting conspicuously too early, or going on a bender, or just committing suicide? That is not a cunning manipulator you're writing. That is one of the worst examples of a Villain Sue I've ever seen, as you've just given her the most nonsensical winniest win that's ever been won.

LITERALLY. LIKEA CTUALLY. junko is a flat piece of cardboard to me

[occult-roommates]

Content warning for discussion of ED and gun violence below the cut. Viewer’s discretion is advised.

The following day, Akva asked Dawud if his “pilot friend” was available soon, you know, the one who was adopted and got attachment issues. She had to wait the next morning for that, but yeah, he had a bit of free time to see her. Just had to meet him at the airport.

Dawud: Ok, so my shift ends in eight hours, but I can try squeezing some time during my lunch break to help you go back home. Akva: Please Dav, I’ve lived in this city my entire life and I’m a grown ass woman, I don’t need help going back home thank you...Like we literally took the subway to make it here it’s not like you were giving me a lift...

Dawud texted Ralf to tell him Akva is here and waiting for him at the main gate, while he left to do his shift. Eventually, she found Ralf and they sat down together.

Ralf: So what did you wanted to see me for? Akva: I am so worried for the baby. I think the dad doesn’t want to put her for adoption, but I also know neither of us can afford a baby. And like, if I just give her to her adoptive family and act as if she never existed it’s of course awful, but if I stay in her life to some degree, she can actually put a face on the person who abandoned her and what if she grows to hate me cause she thinks I hate her too. Ralf: Well, to me the fact you’re still willing to stay in your baby’s life even if you can’t raise her is a big sign you do indeed love her. Akva: Easy for you to think that and be mature about, you’re a middle aged guy, I’m thinking about when she’ll be a teenager who hates everything, and what if she never outgrows that? Ralf: And you think I never was a teenager who hates everything? I really don’t know what to tell you. My situation and the one of your daughter are very different. Akva: My life already got ruined when this fucking asshole shot me in the legs and now it’s even worse. I’ll never recover from that. Ralf: I’m sorry but what???

Since that is...not something you casually drop in a conversation, Akva had some explanation to do. In short, a guy back in high school had a crush on her, and she said yes to date him. When she realized she’s not in love with him, she broke up. He stole his dad’s gun and tried to kill her in a wood. Thankfully he failed, but he did shoot the lower half of her left leg, destroying her running career.

Akva: In the years that followed I was a mess. I would only eat garbage cause it made me feel happy, and never see anyone except my parents and I’d constantly yell at them. The only good side of that is that when I finally got the motivation to start working out again I developped abs and...well let’s say I don’t even have those anymore. Ralf: Oh, I feel you. As a teenager, I would constantly overeat whenever I felt depressed which was...pretty often, but I was also terrified of putting on weight so I would exercize until I felt sick to compensate. Then as soon as I finally moved out of my parents house I no longer felt like I wanted to die all the time so I just...snapped out of it I think?  Akva: ...Sir, that is the textbook definition of bulimia.  Ralf: Oh...Ok...I never really realized that...Well, it’s been almost 30 years, don’t worry about me. It must not have been that bad of a case if I just snapped out of it without any help anyway. I am perfectly fine on all account now. Trust me, if I was still even half as bad than when I was a teenager, I would not be allowed to be a pilot.

Feeling like he had said way too much about his past, Ralf tried to leave, but as soon as he stood up, after he took just one step, Akva stopped him. Cause like, not only she does still work out, but she does so for healthy reasons, not sad disordered ones, so she’s pretty damn strong. Basically it took her no effort to drag his ass back on the bench. However, once he was back, she started crying, feeling overwhelmed by everything and you know, the hormones, which caused Ralf’s Dad Instinct™ to kick in.

Akva: I don’t want my baby to be messed up and and and I’m sorry this all happened to you. Everything about your youth seemed to have been awful. Ralf: Hey, it’s fine. Don’t worry about me ok. If anything, worry about yourself, you seem to have gone through a lot and to still be deeply traumatized. But it’s ok, if I managed to go through absolute hell and still make it to the other side not only alive but also happy and fullfiled, then so can you. And I understand right now it sounds awful and your life doesn’t feel worth living, but you know, one day you’re gonna wake up and you’ll be in your mid-forties and you’ll realize that yes, the worst is really behind you and you’ve managed to survive. That’s the good thing about hitting rock bottom at a young age, you still have your whole life to climb back up. Akva: Th-Thank you sir. Ralf: By the way, you can call me by my first name.

In the end, Akva hugged him, though he couldn’t really tell if that hug was to make him feel better, of if she deeply needed one.

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[moemoemammon]

I just found ur blog and read thru some of ur stuff and im in love !! Ur writing is nice to read, and always gives a nice picture of the situation

If its aight, could u do some headcannons for the demon bros Finding out mc goes real hard on housekeeping ? Im talking fast and good cleaning, does chores without problems, propably even cleans after them (totally doesnt mother them in anyway), all without complaint, mc just cares

Housekeeper MC!

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

The fact that he didn't have to shove a mop and bucket into your hands like the evil stepmother has him like 👀👀

Out of every person he's met, you and Barb are the only ones that actually enjoy cleaning? And now he's wondering if you've been influenced by him in some way because got damn are those floors sparkling-

Ever since you've arrived, the house has been immaculate. But as much as he enjoys that, he worries that you aren't leaving enough chores for his brothers to do.

They're gonna be lazy at this rate, especially if you keep cleaning up after them like that. He's planning to sit you down and have a good talk about how you should rest a bit, and- D...did you polish his desk????

"MC... as grateful as I am to you, I thought I asked you to rest? You don't have to clean every little thing in this house. You're here as our guest, and more, so I won't have you behaving like a maid. But if you're that interested in keeping your hands busy, you may feel free to maintain my desktop. It looks as good as new, thanks to you."

Mammon

Oh, so you're one of THOSE types, huh? The goody goodies that like to make everything clean and sparkly, huh?? Well don't expect him to help ya!

Was an asshole at first. Made messes to see if you'd clean them, tried to dump his chores on you, etc. But now that you've stolen his heart? Yeah, he wants you to sit down.

You're messing up your hands with all that time spent scrubbing crevices and dusting ugly old paintings, when you could be spending time with him!

Tch, that's it! If it's chores that're keeping you from looking his way, he'll just finish them before you can do anything! Checkmate!

"You're always scrubbin' somethin'! Let my brothers take care of the messes, while YOU sit down and watch this movie with me! Ain't no point in watchin' it by myself, so I ain't takin' no for an answer!" "Huh?? Waddya mean 'when was the last time I vacuumed'??"

Levi

Oi oi oi...! What do you think you're doing with that feather duster?! You don't think you've got the right to approach his figures with it, do you?! WRONG!

But you quickly discover how ticklish Levi is, and he squirms out of your way while watching in horror as you... delicately handle every figure? And dust them from top to bottom, without so much as an accessory out of place..?

Wait... are you seriously okay with picking up all that trash?? S-some of it's sticky from all the junk food, and- Gah! Don't go messing around in his closet!!!

Yeahhh Levi doesn't let you clean his room lmao. It's way too stimulating to watch you carefully touch every surface in his room... I-it's like you're heaven everything with your presence, and...

"S-so yeah! The only things you're allowed to clean are the figures and the outside of Henry's tank! Nothing else, got it?! Anything more and I seriously won't be able to handle it...I won't even be able to sit still in my own room......." 👉👈

Satan

Satan found it funny how willing you were to take up every little chore there was to be done in the house and he's got to admit, reading is much more enjoyable in a tidy environment.

But what he REALLY wants to know is how you managed to dust off every single book in the house, his room included, without him?? Knowing?? And you've done every shelf as well, cleaned out the cobwebs behind it, and even repaired that little tear in the upholstery of his favorite arm chair????

Has also deduced that you're probably the maid character in the books that knows everything. Actually, you're a lot like Barbatos. What secrets are you hiding human 🔫

Just kidding. But yeah, when you insist on dusting his room, he follows you around the room and watches you. You know, just in case you fall or something falls on you! No other reason.

"As much as I like having you here all to myself, it makes me feel bad watching you do that by yourself. Why don't you we clean together? We'll get it done twice as fast, and when we're finished, I'd like to read a book to you. You remind me of a certain character from a murder mystery novel I've started."

Asmo

Eeehhh?!?!? You've seriously managed to organize both his endless skin care product collection, and his ENTIRE wardrobe?!? You're amazing...!

And you don't stop there. You were more than happy to clean his tub for him and everything, and you know how hard it is to get oil off the side of a tub, right? You're a lifesaver!

Asmo casually pawns off his chores too you. Oh, he just did his nails! Can you do the dishes? Ah, he just bought this outfit. Can you take out the trash? He's about to go out with his friends to a party, so be a dear and take care of the common bathroom for him?

Lucifer scolds the shit out of him every time he catches him doing that. You're welcome. But don't think Asmo won't repay you! He'll give you so much love, you'll be drowning in it! Figuratively or literally, depending on your preferences-

"Fufufu... if you wanted my attention, you should've just told me! You didn't have to go tidying up my shoe collection, but I'm happy you did~! If you keep spoiling me like this, I might not be able to keep my hands off of you! Unless... that's what you wanted?"

Beel

Things tend to get pretty messy with Beel around, with the trail of crumbs he always leaves in his wake, and how he manages to get every surface he touches sticky. But you must be a miracle worker...

You're like a living roomba, and his ravenous appetite is no match against your cleaning skills! You seem to predict when the food bits will fall, and it's thanks to you that he can eat without a care in the world!

It's actually kind of scary, though. He'll drop a bite of his sandwich and move down to retrieve it to eat, and... it's gone. Poof. Into the ether of the garbage can...

You can still rest once in a while though, you know? Beel offers to help you with the cleaning, and he's more than happy to let you climb up his shoulders to reach those high places. It makes him happy to know he can lend a hand.

"MC, I already cleaned over here so you don't have to do it. I cleaned there, too. That means you don't have anything else to do, so why don't you have a lunch break with me? It's not good to work so hard all the time."

Belphie

Belphie's one for the more observant brothers, so your clean freak habits didn't go unnoticed. He didn't know if you were obsessed with cleaning, or if you genuinely enjoyed it, but at least you were doing it without a fuss?

And man did you do a good job. Everywhere you cleaned was left with the lingering smell of vanilla and lavender, and... you know, the smell is making him sleepy.

Every pillow his head touches seems especially fluffy, too! When he found out you made a regular habit of washing and fluffing them, and they smell amazing... He feels like he's laying on a cloud...

He won't admit it genuinely, but he really does love what you're doing with the place. It makes him feel a little fuzzy inside when he finds his pillow on his bed, freshly laundered and soft to the touch. He clings to it extra tight those nights.

"You know if you keep this up, I might prefer the pillows to your lap. Ah, but don't worry, I don't really mean it. There's no way a pillow could replace you, no matter how good it smells. I think."

[leighsartworks216]

Pet

Yancy x gn!reader

Requested by @captain-wordy-and-nerdy:

"Hiya, just me back on my ego bs lol. This time I humbly request #6 from the funny prompts with Yancy. Thanks, ily"

6. "Are you sure I can't punch him in the face?" "Yes." "What if I just break his nose a little?"

I'M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I am a notorious procrastinator and also I had to write a (late) essay for class before I could get back to this

Warnings: swearing, bad accents, bad writing, reader is feisty in this

Word Count: 1015

Masterlist

Deciding to stay at Happy Trails Penitentiary was one of the most interesting choices you could have made in your entire life. While staying at the prison hadn’t sounded too appealing at first, without Mark, your life of heists and crime in the outside world was suddenly defunct. Besides, the guy who convinced you to stay, a songbird from Ohio who spoke with a heavy Brooklyn accent, was kinda cute.

Yancy, the aforementioned songbird, was basically the leader of the entire prison pack. He knew everyone who came in and out of the penitentiary, and he was buddies with a good majority of them. They all even took part in the giant musical he put together for new inmates. He took it on himself to personally help you adjust and get comfortable, telling off anyone who said he’d gone soft.

Sometimes, new prisoners would come in who weren’t as moved by the musical as you had been. They weren’t very keen on doing time, especially not in a place where the leader regularly sang and tap-danced. They didn’t do much to fight with the others - they focused instead on serving their time and getting parole as fast as possible.

Others, however, had a bone to pick with Yancy.

“Hey, twinkle-toes! Go practice somewhere else! I’m tryna enjoy my lunch!”

The nickname immediately set everyone on edge. Parole was coming around, and their leader, twinkle-toes himself, hadn’t done anything to make sure he didn’t get on the list yet.

Yancy turned from his section of the cafeteria where he’d been working on his newest dance routine. The Warden had been kind enough to give him little space indoors; the grass outside wasn’t a good place to practice like this.

“What’d youse say?”

And it starts.

You carefully maneuver your way in front of Yancy, ready to stop him from completely destroying the guy that insulted him. There were easier ways to get off parole. Hell, you trashed the laundry room just the other day and that had been plenty to get the Warden to cuss you out and send you to your cell.

“I told ya to practice somewhere else,” the newest inmate, a stocky man with long, unruly hair, repeated. He was clearly not from around here, if the southern twang in his voice didn’t give it away. “I don’t need to see ya prancing everywhere while I eat.”

Yancy squared his shoulders back. “Oh, prancin’? Youse thinks this is prancin’?” He moved to step forward, but your hand on his chest stopped him before he could get very far. “How’d youse enjoy your lunch if it was shoved up youse’s-”

“Yancy!” you scolded in a whisper. “Just leave it alone. It’s not worth it.”

You could see his jaw tense, his eyes scanning the man who insulted him up and down, calculating if it was worth the effort. His brow was furrowed tight. You’d never seen him this angry before, not even when he was complaining about his (deceased) parents.

He huffed a breath, stepping back and away from your hand. He didn’t even look at you when he turned with an annoyed, “Fine.”

“Yeah, yeah. Let your little pet talk you down.”

Yancy barely had time to turn back around and grab you before you launched yourself at the man. Now he was the one holding you back while you gnashed your teeth at the inmate, spitting fire.

“How dare you! I am NO ONE’S pet! Let me go, Yance! I think this asshole should learn a thing or two about manners!”

“Youse’d kill him before he ever got the chance to learn.” Yancy dragged you back far enough that the man who insulted you felt safe enough to get up and run while he could. Messing with Yancy was one thing. Messing with you? Hell didn’t even burn as hot as the fire that burned inside you.

You pulled at Yancy’s arms around your waist, trying to get them to let go so you could chase after that bastard. “Let me go, Yancy. I’ll show him who’s who around here,” you growled.

He laughed dryly. “I don’t think so, doll. Just- Hey, just calm down!” He pulled you farther into his little dance corner and let go just enough to turn you around in his arms. You, of course, tried fighting him to look over your shoulder to where the inmate retreated, but he was strong enough to hold you with one arm so he could grab your chin between two fingers and turn it to look at him. “I think he knows not to mess with youse again.”

How did he manage to look so tough and so soft at the same time? Looking into his eyes immediately doused the fire inside of you. No matter how much you didn’t want to admit it, he was right.

You huffed, imaginary steam leaving your nose. Your shoulders sagged as you eased the tension in your muscles. “But I want him to know not to mess with you, Yance. You’re the boss around here; they should know better than to talk shit about your dancing.”

“I think he knows that, too, doll,” he chuckled. “Don’t think they’ll be getting close with youse here watchin’ my back.” He removed his arm from your waist, wrapping it around your shoulders instead as he guided you to a table. “Now, how’s about a puddin’, puddin’?”

You grabbed the pudding cup Sparkles McGee slid your way, looking down at it with a frown tugged on your lips. You turned back to Yancy just as he was grabbing his own cup. “Are you sure I can’t punch him in the face?”

Yancy rolled his eyes, leveling you with a stern look. “Yes.”

You scowled, tearing open the cup. You spooned a large glob of pudding into your mouth. The vanilla eased your nerves some more, even as you looked to the exit the inmate took. Yancy thought you let the argument go by the time you finished your dessert.

“What if I just break his nose a little?”

[storiesofsvu]

Journey to the Past Ch 3

Bryan Kneef x reader Warnings: language, gossip, minor alcohol consumption, we're still pretty tame here friends. Don't worry though, it isn't a true slow burn, we'll get there sooner than you think!

The rest of your weekend was spent feeling like a goddamn school girl, your mind drifting back to the date with Bryan. The now confirmed, was definitely a romantic date with guaranteed more to come in the future. Part of you felt stupid, like the entire thing would blow up in your face like any and all of your past relationships, but there was something in your head that reminded you that you knew Bryan and had for years. He’d been one of your best friends in college, you’d still kept in touch after graduation it was just as you both started climbing the professional ladders that things came to a standstill. You’d let romance and any kind of relationship past friendship fall to the wayside since your divorce because you’d never been sure, been wary of things, and as much of that wariness was still in the back of your head, there was something within you that knew this had to be different.

You and Bryan texted back and fourth through the weekend, pulling stupid little smiles onto your cheeks as you read his messages and replied. Saturday passed quicker than you realized, you and Kim having made plans for her to just come over with a couple bottles of wine and order some takeout. You’d both had long weeks and could do with a girls night in where you didn’t have to dress up or put up with other people. So you were very thankfully clad in a cozy shirt and pair of pj shorts when the buzzer went off and you let her upstairs to your apartment, unlocking the door so she would have easy access if you weren’t around the moment she knocked.

“I come bearing far too much Chinese food!” She greeted and you padded down the hall with a laugh, tucking your phone into your pocket as you did so.

“Good! I skipped lunch and I’m fucking starving.”

“Skipped lunch or slept in that much cause your date last night ran late?” She teased and you rolled your eyes, following her into the kitchen.

“My date ended at a completely respectable time, thank you very much. I got up, had breakfast, worked out and then got sidetracked when I noticed the new season of Housewives was available.”

“And you started it without me? Rude!” She feigned offence while starting to unpack the food, you rolled your eyes, pulling down a couple of plates and she laughed, “kidding, what do you think I’ve been doing all day?”

“Amazing, I think I was up to episode eight?”

“Me too!”

“Perfect!” You spun around to the cupboard to grab a couple of wine glasses, “red, white or start with something else?”

“You have any of those ciders left from last week?”

“Yeah.” Pulling open the fridge you grabbed a couple, sliding one across the island to her before grabbing a couple of spoons to dole out the food.

“So did your date end at a respectable time because it sucked?”

“No.” You laughed, adding probably far too many noodles onto your plate, “it went really well actually.”

“You’re still on that rule of not fucking ‘til the sixth date?” Kim prodded at your side with a chopstick packet and you swatted her away with your hand before dumping some ginger chicken onto your plate.

“Yes and no.” You shrugged, scooping up some veggies before you settled into your chair, “I’ve known Bry a long time, so it’s not like he’s some random tinder hook up or something.”

“Thought I heard something about running into him at STR?”

“I did.” You mumbled over a bite of chicken, letting out a groan at the deliciousness of the food, “but we went to Harvard together.”

“Oh damn, so you’ve known him a hell of a long time.”

“Yeah.” You swallowed back some food and took a sip of your drink, “he was a super sweet kid, kinda shy, it was a refreshing break from the rest of the pompous assholes who think they’re gonna be the greatest lawyers the world has ever seen.”

“You sure he didn’t morph into one of those?” She asked with a raised brow and you laughed.

“I mean, it takes a certain type or person to be as ruthless as this career field needs, so I’m sure he’s grown some thick skin. And he’s definitely like…got way more game than he used to have, just the right amount of flirtation, teasing and innuendo mixed with wooing gentlemen.”

“You guys keep in touch after Harvard?”

“A little bit, but you know how things go,” you shrugged, “daily conversations turn to weekly texts, turn to monthly emails, turn to commenting on social media posts once in a blue moon. And we didn’t really know each other when the whole social media thing took off or we probably would’ve talked more.”

“So he doesn’t know about Mike?”

“I told him the basics last night.”

“That didn’t freak him out like your last date?”

“He was my friend for years Kim, so he’s gonna be supportive no matter what. And, he was sweet about it, understanding.”

“Okay. So, sweet, knows your baggage, hot shot lawyer at a pricey firm so he’s probably pretty fucking rich.” She gave you a look at you laughed, watching her tick things off on her fingers, “has known you for years, knows how demanding the job can be and probably won’t lecture you about working late hours. What’s the catch?”

“There isn’t one!” You laughed, nearly snorting.

“He looks like a troll, doesn’t he?”

“Kim!” You shrieked with a laugh, tossing a ball of rolled up tinfoil at her, “no! He was a cutie back in school, but damn!”

“Please tell me you exchanged social media?”

“No, but I’m sure there’s a profile on the STR site, right?” You glanced up at her and she nodded eagerly. Shaking your head you reached for your phone scrolling through the pages for a minute before finding exactly what you were looking for and sliding the phone across the island to her.

“Jesus Christ!” She let out a low whistle, “what a fucking daddy!”

“Oh, my god.” You snatched the phone back from her,

“You are going on another date with him right? Oh please for the love of God tell me you at least kissed him at the end of the night.”

“I did.” You laughed, “and it was just about as wonderful as you think it would’ve been.”

“I would not have been able to hold out on your no first date sex rule if I was you.”

“Gross.” You grimaced, popping another bite of noodles into your mouth, “but yes, it was lovely, he was great, the kiss was awesome and I am very much looking forward to date number two.”

“Which will be when?”

“Not sure.” You shrugged again, “I mean like you said, we’re both busy enough, at the earliest it would be Friday. I guess I’m just waiting for the text?”

“Well if he doesn’t text you by the end of the week you better be fucking texting him. Don’t miss out on this one!”

“I won’t.” You laughed, “we’ve been texting all day.”

“Good.”

Kim shot you a grin before returning back to her food and the two of you fell into a steady rhythm of how your weeks went, how her most recent date was and the likelihood of a second one. You spent some time gossiping about the junior attorneys and new paralegals in the office, which ones you figured would last and which ones would flame out in a matter of weeks. You ate more than your fair share of food, packing up the leftovers that Kim was adamant you keep, and indulged in a few more ciders before cracking open a bottle of pinot. She helped you tidy up the kitchen a little bit, making sure dishes were at least in the dishwasher if not properly cleaned, wiping down the island before getting fresh drinks and moving into the living room.

You got through two episodes of horribly fascinating reality television, laughing your way through it and talking over it half the time. Just as the third episode you could have sworn that you heard something like a knock from the doorway, glancing up in that direction as the credits rolled.

“Nah, I heard that too.” Kim said, noticing your distraction, “it was definitely a knock.”

“Who the fuck…” you trailed off, placing your wine glass down on the coffee table before moving through the room and pulling the door open. You paused when it wasn’t a person, but rather a large package sitting in the hallway.

“What is it?”

“Dunno.” You picked it up, swinging the door shut behind you and moved back to the couch. As you placed it down on the coffee table you realized it wasn’t a full box, rather half a box with gift wrapping on the top half that you were able to quickly pull off. “Oh wow.”

“Wow is right.”

It was a bouquet of roses, and a very lavish, large one at that, delicately arranged and perfectly bloomed. Nestled within the bouquet was a small card, a small gift bag at the base of it all inside the half box. You plucked the card from it first, flipping it open,

‘Had a great time last night and I can’t wait to see you again. Hope you still like otters.

-Bry.’

Your brow furrowed at the mention of otters but figured that was a reference to something inside the gift bag so you placed the card back within the flowers and reached for the bag. Sure enough, inside of it was a small, adorable stuffed otter.

“Okay I get the flowers, I don’t get this.”

“Otters are my favourite animal!” You turned to her with shock on your face that she somehow didn’t know that.

“Really? I thought it was elephants?”

“They’re a close second.” You laughed, “but otters are so fucking cute and they’re super smart, and they hold hands when they sleep so they don’t float away from each other and they mate for life and—”

“Okay, okay.” It was Kim’s turn to laugh as she silenced your rambling, “anything else in the bag?”

You placed the otter down on the coffee table and picked up the bag before pulling out a small box that was a very familiar shade of blue.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. Tiffany’s after one date and you’re telling me you didn’t put out?” Kim teased and you rolled your eyes, opening the box to find a classic variety of Tiffany’s necklace, rose gold with dainty diamonds embedded in the petals of the leaf. “Okay, yeah, I’m calling it now. This guy’s a keeper.”

“Apparently.” You murmured, losing yourself in examining the necklace for another moment before you were able to shake yourself out of it, closing the box and placing it down next to the otter. You scooped up your wine and settled back into the couch, eyes drifting from the roses back to the television, unaware of Kim practically staring down the otter.

“He needs a name.”

“What? His name’s Bryan.” You laughed, “he’s not saved in my phone as ‘tinder boy’, remember?”

“No.” She barked out a laugh, “him.” She nudged the toy with her foot and your gaze landed on it again, humming as you surveyed him.

“You sure it’s a him?”

“Yes…” She replied after a moment of pondering.

“Walter?” You suggested and she grimaced.

“Nah, had a weird cousin named Walter. And are you one of those weird people who names animals people names?”

“Sometimes.” You laughed, taking a sip of your drink.

“Scout.” She stated with a nod and you glanced between her and the stuffy before nodding.

“Scout. I like it.”

Silence overtook the apartment as the two of you got completely engrossed with the television, letting the interruption of your gifts fall to the background for the next couple of hours. Eventually Kim was yawning and realized how late it had gotten and figured she should get going, helping you tidy up before saying goodnight.

Once the door was locked behind her you turned back to the roses, making sure they had water and didn’t need to be trimmed. You left Scout on the coffee table for now, picking up the necklace case to stash safely with the rest of your jewelry and started to get ready for bed. You nestled yourself under the covers and picked up your phone, selecting Bryan’s contact.

‘Well aren’t you one for pleasant surprises.’

‘Oh sweetheart you haven’t seen anything yet.’ His reply came nearly lightning fast and you wondered just how long he’d been waiting to see what your reaction was.

‘You really know how to spoil a girl. Thank you. They’re both gorgeous.’

‘Gorgeous gifts for a gorgeous girl.’

‘Now you’re just sweettalking.’ You couldn’t help but chuckle.

‘Well, when do I get to see that gorgeous face again?’

‘I’ve got a meeting with Lockhart on Thursday end of day; we could do happy hour afterwards?’

‘Sounds perfect.’

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♣   —   summary: when you told armin to pick up eren’s call while he was fucking you, you weren’t expecting things to escalate this quickly. not that you were complaining.

♣   —   pairings: armin x reader, eren x reader, armin x reader x eren

♣   —   chapter tags/warnings: oral sex (receiving), spanking, humiliation, degradation, semi-public, degradation kink, rough sex, mirror sex, alcohol and drugs.

♣   —   a/n: thank you so much for all the love you’ve been giving this story so far! it makes me so happy you are all enjoying it so far. when i finished this chapter i realized the influence of halsey’s ‘strange love’ had lmao so if you have a chance, check it out. also this is a eren centric chapter while the next one will be centered around armin c: 

chapter four: the bathroom sink

“Are you sure you don’t want to go? Last chance.”

Armin nodded, a soft smile on his lips. You were sitting on his bed, wearing a tiny black dress and high heels. You crossed your arms and legs, a small frown on your face.

“I’m sure. You’ve been wanting to go to Pieck’s party for a long time so you should go,” he said. “I just have too much work. I- my planning skills failed me,” Armin laughed softly.

“Can’t you do them when we get back? It’s the first party we’re attending with Eren. You know since…” you made a funny face, making you both laugh. “It was supposed to be fun for the three of us.”

Your boyfriend walked from his desk to his bed and cupped your face tenderly, thumb brushing against your pouting lip.

“Have fun for me,” he said, your frown deepening. “You look really, really beautiful, though.”

“How beautiful?” you teased him, leaning your head against his palm.

“Enough that I’m having a hard time telling you to go instead of staying here with me,” Armin replied, leaning in and pressing a kiss on the tip of your nose.

“Fine,” you sighed, rolling your eyes.

“C’mon. Tomorrow morning I submit my last paper and we can have lunch and then watch some movies together,” he offered.

“Promise?”

“Promise,” he smiled. You grinned and grabbed his face, placing a lot of small, chaste kisses on his lips, loving the way he giggled at your action. “Go have fun, I promise I’ll come with you to the next one.”

“Not the same without you though,” you reminded him, pulling away and lacing your pinky fingers together.

“Yeah, but Eren’s going, right? You can have fun with him.”

Your eyes immediately shot up at him. “Fun?”

“You know, uh- fun ,” he shrugged, a light blush covering his cheeks as he put his hands inside his pockets. It took you a couple of seconds to understand what he was implying.

“ Oh , okay,” you said, nodding your head softly. “Are you okay with that?”

“Yeah, I mean it’s him, so,” Armin shrugged. You nodded and took his hand to your mouth, placing a kiss on his knuckles. “Still gonna miss you, though.”

Armin smiled, pulling you closer for one last kiss before you left his dorm.

• • •

Pieck’s parties were always a huge success. She only used to throw them twice a year and maybe that’s why they were so special. Everyone sent some money to her and she would make sure to buy enough alcohol and weed to keep everyone satisfied the rest of the night. A part of you thought it was almost impossible everyone’s donations could cover everything but Pieck always seemed more than pleased to put some of her own money for the party.

You had been friends with Pieck for quite some time now, hence why she let you bring some of your friends to the party. Last year you had brought Jean and Armin with you, which led to Jean and Pieck to start dating. You liked how good they looked with each other and that Jean had finally closed the Mikasa chapter and was trying something new. Pieck always seemed calm and collected, loving to nuzzle on Jean’s chest whenever they sat together. Nevertheless, you had also seen her break up a fight with her bare hands between two guys bigger than her. Since then you had a newfound respect and admiration for the brunette.

“Hey, where’s Armin?” Jean asked as he opened the door to let you and Eren inside.

“Got caught up with some projects,” you answered and Jean clicked his tongue. Eren and you took off your jackets and gave it to Jean for him to leave them in Pieck’s room.

“Sucks to be him. Porco and Reiner brought really good weed tonight,” he said as he made his way to the corridor.

Eren and you went to the living room, finding Pieck and her friends already starting with the bong. She complimented your dress and you grinned at her, spinning so she could see the back of it as well. After earning a couple of whistles from Pieck’s friends, you sat beside Eren.

“New dress?” he asked.

“Mmhm, bought it when Pieck said she was throwing another party,” you said. Eren laughed.

“I don’t know how you do this. I put on the first thing I saw in my closet,” he confessed and took the bong from Pieck. You took a moment to eye his black shirt and dark jeans.

“You don’t look so bad,” you commented, shrugging as Eren took a hit. “Is it really good?” you asked.

He hummed. “Want some?”

“I’d rather drink tonight. And last time I mixed weed and rum-”

“Yeah, I remember you sitting by the window with lost eyes like you were in another dimension” Eren chuckled, taking another hit. You hit him with one of the pillows to which he laughed harder.

Ever since the first time you had kissed him, Eren had made sure you didn’t feel uncomfortable around him. He behaved the same way he always did whenever he wasn’t thrusting inside of you as Armin stroked himself.  Somehow it was really comfortable to know your friendship wasn’t in danger, that even if it had shifted to something entirely different he still found it in him to playfully nudge you during class or let you copy his notes if you shared a class.

One hour later, Pieck’s place was packed with people. The music was loud, big speakers filling the apartment as people danced around. Pieck had set a table only for booze and you couldn’t count all the bottles even if you tried. Whiskey, vodka, rum and cans of beer were on display for anyone to take and even if everyone already looked more than a bit tipsy, there was still alcohol to spare.

You watched amused as Eren played beer pong with Reiner, the cups filled with one shot of vodka instead of beer. Reiner won by a very short difference, which made Eren call a rematch, which he finally won. You played your own match with Porco but with beer, winning the match on your first try and making sure to remind him every chance you got the rest of the night, laughing at his pouty face. After dancing with some of your friends, you spotted Eren sitting on one of the sofas and went to sit next to him, asking how he was doing. Even if he swore he was okay, you noticed his head slightly swaying. You suggested dancing it off.

Next thing you knew, one of Eren’s hands was set on your hip as the other was placed on the small of your back, while you had your arms around his neck. The way his hips moving filling your mind with ideas of you riding him, his cock deep inside you as he grabbed your hair in his fist. Your eyes locked on his green ones for one moment before quickly shifting your gaze anywhere else but him. Even if you knew that if you were to make an advance he would be more than willing, you kept repeating to yourself that you weren’t alone. Pieck’s entire apartment was filled with people that knew you were Armin’s girlfriend. Honestly, most of them would take a second look if they saw how close Eren and you were dancing

Eren’s thigh moved forward until they were between your legs, your hips moving on their own against him. You cursed under your breath and then let out a small chuckle, looking back at your friend.

“You’re such an asshole,” you said. Eren raised his eyebrows, amused.

“Am I?”

Before you could reply, Eren had taken both of your hands and in a swift movement, made you spin until your back was against his chest. Not letting go of your hands, he placed them on top of your hips, pulling your ass against his crotch as he kept moving his hips to the beat of the song.

You felt as if every vodka shot you had taken with Pieck had gone straight to your head at once.

“Keep dancing,” Eren whispered against your ear, his voice sending bolts of pleasure directly between your legs.

Moving your hips to the music, you tried to focus on anything other than Eren’s semi-hard cock grinding against your ass. You looked around, afraid someone was going to notice but everyone seemed to be occupied on their own. You noticed Pieck straddling Jean on the couch as she danced on top of him, some other couples making out against the walls or dancing even more lavishly than you and Eren were. Still, you felt your knees getting weaker as you kept feeling his breath against your neck.

You arched your back and started throwing your hips back, your ass bouncing against Eren’s crotch along with the beat of the music. You felt his hands tensing over yours, grabbing your hips much harder as you danced.

Maybe nothing else would have happened if you hadn’t looked over your shoulder. Maybe someone would have whistled and you would have been brought to reality, remembering what everyone thought your status was and how inappropriate they were acting. But you did look over your shoulder, eyes locking for a couple of seconds with Eren, which was more than enough for him to drag you to one of the bathrooms and locking the door behind you.

Eren kissed you roughly as your back hit the bathroom sink, his hands roaming around your body.

“Wait, fuck- can we- is it okay if he?” he tried to ask in between the kiss, his body and mind colliding against each other.

“Yeah,” you said breathless, running up your hands across his back. “He said it was fine.”

That was all Eren needed for his hands to travel up your legs and underneath your small dress. He tugged on your panties and lowered them to the ground and you stepped away, letting him pick them up and storing them in his back pocket. He stood up again, his lips colliding with yours as he grabbed the back of your thighs, helping you get on the counter. His mouth travelled down your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses until they reached the mount of your breasts, pressing his face against them and nipping on the skin gently, making sure not to leave marks.

He started lowering, kissing your stomach over your dress with his green eyes on yours as he sunk to his knees. His fingers trailed your skin from your ankles up to your thighs, spreading your legs apart gently until your pussy was in front of him. You looked at him, chest rising up and down from your ragged breathing as you watched him leave small kisses on the inside of your thighs.

“Only fair you get to come on my face this time,” he said. Not even the music outside the bathroom was loud enough for you not to hear him clearly, your legs twitching at his words. He smirked and pulled your legs apart wider as he trailed up a slow path of small kisses to your pussy.

As soon as he pressed his lips against your folds, both you and him noticed how wet you were. He hummed, the vibration of his voice making you breathe heavily, biting back a moan. Eren licked across your slit, collecting all your wetness with his tongue. It was the first time he was going down on you and damn if you weren’t already lightheaded. Plus, the fact you were doing it in your friend’s bathroom with everyone outside added a sultry element you seemed to enjoy.

Eren placed his mouth on you again, his tongue drawing teasing circles around your clit. You whimpered, your hand going to tangle on his hair, messy bun a bit dishevelled. He groaned against you, loving every time you pulled his locks and used the flat part of his tongue on your clit, earning new moans from you. He hooked one of your legs over his shoulder as he pushed the other one a little further apart, his mouth still moving on you.

He sucked gently on your clit and you threw your head back, hitting yourself with the mirror.

“Fuck-- Eren, please ,” you panted, your hips bucking against his face. Eren dug his fingers on the plush of your thighs as he kept moving his tongue, getting you closer and closer to your limit.

Eren began lapping exactly where you needed him, a hand shooting to your mouth to muffle your sounds as you whined. Your other hand tightened its hold on Eren’s hair. He let you keep his head in place as you rolled your hips against his face, setting your own rhythm as he saw you search for your high. As soon as he noticed your hips stuttering, its movements desperate, he grabbed your legs still again, his tongue directly playing with your clit.

You came on his mouth, a hand over your own as you tried your best not to make too much noise. Eren stayed a couple of moments after your orgasm, giving your pussy slow, delicate licks to help you ride your orgasm off.

“Told ya’ I owed you,” he huffed playfully, making you remember what he had told you after the first time you had given him head. You chuckled as he stood up, kissing you languidly. You could taste yourself in his mouth, your body reacting to him as if you couldn’t do anything else but press yourself against him.

Your hands started unbuttoning his shirt as he kissed your neck. Long ago you had come up with the rule of not leaving any marks on your skin. As much as you loved finding bruises and love bites whenever you were showering, you preferred that to be a thing just between Armin and you. Since you had made that request, Eren had been extremely gentle whenever he kissed your skin, letting his lips drag across your skin teasingly before placing a soft kiss.

“How do you like it?” he asked.

“Huh?” you asked, letting his shirt fall to the floor, your hands caressing his toned chest.

“Well, this is a fantasy,” he said, pulling away so he could look at your face, his lips brushing against yours. “So I want to make you feel good.”

Eren didn’t miss the way your legs clenched on either side of his waist. He went back to kissing the other side of your neck as you made up your mind, hands roaming around his back and hair as he did so.

He didn’t have to wait long for your answer.

“I want you to be rough with me,” you sighed. Eren pulled away once more and looked at you, one of his hands palming your breast.

“How rough?”

“Until I tell you to stop,” you breathed out, your back arching at his ministrations. Eren nodded and kissed you again, his tongue entering your mouth as you once again started losing focus of everyone that was happening.

In that moment, your mind was filled with his hand playing with your tits while the other one went back to your folds, his index and middle finger rubbing soft circles, making you moan against your mouth. Eren pulled away from you and you watched him take out his wallet and then a condom from it. He put it between his teeth and then undid his jeans, letting them fall to his ankles along with his underwear.

You could never get used to seeing Eren’s cock. A part of your brain still was shocked as you tried to remember this was your new normal, getting railed by your friend with your boyfriend’s permission. Your hand closed around his length and you started pumping him, his tip already leaking precum. Eren ripped the condom package and rolled it over himself all the way to the base.

You leaned over to kiss him again, this time his lips moving rougher on you. You tried locking your legs around his waist, wanting to feel his cock against you. Instead, Eren grabbed both your legs and yanked you down the counter and onto the floor. You stumbled a bit on your high heels but he quickly turned you around and bent you over the bathroom sink.

Eren lifted your dress until it was resting on your waist, your ass exposed to him. He parted your legs with his foot and then lined up his cock with your entrance. Only a couple of inches inside you was enough for you to let out a high-pitched moan, your hands grabbing on the faucet desperately, the stretch making your head spin.

A hard slap fell against your ass.

“Keep it the fuck down. Do you want everyone to know your boyfriend’s friend has his cock inside you?” he hissed. The determination of his voice made you clench around him. Eren grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your hair up, forcing you to look at your own reflection in the mirror.

You watched your eyes and parted lips as Eren kept pushing inside of you, a whimper escaping your lips once he bottomed out. He took your hands and put them against the mirror. His own hands slid down your back until they settled on your hips. He started thrusting against you, your breath creating a fog on the mirror in front of you. You let your head fall, biting your lip as he kept moving his hips.

One of Eren’s hands went to your jaw, making you look at yourself in the mirror once more. You could not only see your face flushed with desire but also how his hair was almost completely loose and falling over his forehead as he kept thrusting against you.

“Look at yourself. You love being fucked as a slut, don’t you?”

Once again his words stirred something deep inside you. You desperately tried to hold on to something, your hands sliding down against the mirror until you positioned them correctly again. Eren smacked your ass hard again.

“I asked a fucking question,” he grunted, giving a particularly harsh thrust.

“Yes- fuck, yes, I do,” you panted. Eren picked up his face and you felt your legs falter. “Keep going, please.”

His hand went back to holding your head up by your hair, the other one gripping your ass firmly. Eren’s grunts were barely audible due to the music outside but made you melt every time you heard them. You started moving your hips back, meeting his thrusts as you did your best not to make too much noise.

Eren slapped your ass again, making you clench against him. He threw his head back, cursing under his breath and let his hand fall on your ass once more. Only a couple more thrusts were needed for you to come around him as well, one of your hands flying to your mouth to try and muffle your loud moans.

You heard Eren curse again and fasten his pace, letting go of your hair and settling both his hands on your hips. His orgasm followed a few moments later and you heard him groan, his cock twitching inside of you. You squeezed him as he came down from his high, earning a soft chuckle from the man behind you.

“Stop, I literally have nothing left,” he joked, removing himself from you and discarding the condom in the bathroom bin.

You laughed along as he helped you stand up again, lowering your dress in the process. Thanking him, you looked at your reflection again, cleaning the eyeliner smudge on the outside corner of your eyes and fixing your hair. Eren pulled up his underwear and pants and once his clothes were back in place, he handed you your panties that he had put inside his pockets.

“I can’t come out of this bathroom holding my panties,” you reminded him with a soft laugh. “Can you like- keep them for a moment? Once we leave this place you can hand them back.”

“Sure, sure,” Eren said, putting your panties back in his pocket. You looked at each other in the eyes and couldn’t help but burst into laughter once more.

“I’ll leave first, wait a bit before going outside,” you instructed him and Eren nodded, leaning against the counter and taking out his phone to keep himself distracted as he waited.

Nobody noticed you leaving the bathroom, nor the funny way you were walking. You grabbed one of the beers from the table and plopped on one of the sofas. You observed your surroundings and wondered if time had really passed as everything seemed to be the same. Jean and Pieck were now making out in the same sofa she had been dancing on and nobody spared a second glance at you.

You felt someone sitting down next to you, opening a can of beer as well. You turned to the side and saw Eren, his hair tied on a half-bun again and looking visibly refreshed. His eyes locked with yours and he smirked.

You clinked your beer cans. You sure knew how to keep a secret.

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Daddy Cupid: The Asshole

Modern!Donquixote Doflamingo X Reader

-When your father grows weary of your single life, he takes it upon himself to play matchmaker. With him knowing the entire city, he embarks on a mission to find you the perfect match.

Chapter 5: You willingly wanted this to happen

"And that should do it!" Marco smiled as he carefully rewrapped your wrist. The gentle touch of his fingers elicited a faint shiver down your spine. "Just one more week, and that should be good as new. It took four weeks because you haven't been following my advice about not straining it. A stubborn girl like you came back a day after getting it wrapped," he chuckled. "But I do hope you've been coming here for more than just that wrist."

"Unfortunately, doc, no," you replied with a teasing grin. "I've been coming here every day for a week, bringing lunch just so you can wrap my bandage. Hate to break it to you."

Marco laughed warmly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Well, I won't complain about good company and free lunch, especially when it's from someone as charming as you. Enjoy it while it lasts."

"You said you have a week more, you'll be fine." You laughed.

He finished rewrapping your wrist, securing the bandage with expert precision. "There you go, all set. Now, no more accidents, okay?"

You nodded and gave him a grateful smile. "Thanks, Doc. I'll try to be more careful from now on."

Finished with your dressing, Marco told the nurse that they were both going on a lunch break and to hold off on non-emergency patients. You brought out your lunch and handed him his, and you both chatted and ate.

"Yeah, I can't believe my dad hasn't texted me in a while concerning my love life..." you remarked.

"I think that's my fault," Marco laughed. "My dad overheard us talking on the phone. Uncle Rayleigh came over and got drunk celebrating about it."

You chuckled, "Well, what works works. At least they're off our backs for now."

Marco joined in the laughter, "Just wait until your dad starts begging you for grandkids."

"Please tell me he won't do that soon."

"Mine brought it up earlier," he laughed and pulled out his phone, showing his message exchange with his father.

You both burst out laughing.

"Does your dad know that Luffy's dad left him?" you asked.

Marco joined you in laughter. "What happened?"

"Political stuff, moved to another city. Luffy usually stays at the orphanage. He has Shanks as a role model. Of all people."

"Well, I could use that as an excuse to shut pops up about this. Maybe it'll work."

"I swear, no one in this town should be parents," you added with a chuckle.

As you both enjoyed your lunch and chatted, a sudden knock on the door interrupted your pleasant meal. The nurse entered the room with a slightly flustered expression.

"Doc, there's an emergency," she informed Marco urgently.

You quickly gathered his lunch, knowing that duty called for him. With an apologetic smile, Marco acknowledged the interruption.

"It's fine. I'll see you tomorrow," you waved and headed out, leaving him to attend to the medical emergency, grateful for the time you had shared.

As you got out of the room, you watched as the medical nurse and the people who seemed to bring the injured man here rushed. The man tall, imposing figure with golden-blonde hair and pale skin, bleeding on his side. You couldn't help but feel a pang of worry for his well-being as they brought him into Marco's rooms.

A tall, light-skinned, lean, yet muscular man with short dark hair, a beard, sideburns, and sunglasses stood outside the clinic on his phone. Presumably came along with the injured man.

"Joker." He yelled but dropped his phone pinching the bridge of his nose, before deciding to come in.

You were heading towards the mall, more out of curiosity about the unusual convoy than genuine interest, as your town rarely saw such spectacles. The procession of cars passed you, and you strained to catch a glimpse of the celebrity or dignitary who might be the center of attention. But you couldn't help but be drawn to their destination.

The cars made a sudden left turn at the police station, and you followed along, keeping a cautious distance. As you approached, the vehicles came to a stop in a precise formation, and the largest one's door swung open. Your jaw dropped as you saw him step out.

"Doffy?"

He looked markedly different from how you remembered him. There was an air of intimidation about him, something you had never sensed so acutely before. This version of Doflamingo was... downright scary.

Doflamingo signaled his men as he confidently marched into the police station, leaving you utterly perplexed. You had always known that the Donquixote family held significant power in your city, but this was on a whole different level.

The idea of the irritating asshole, who had done nothing but ruin your life, annoy you, and even stalk you, arriving with a convoy and a pink feather coat was almost too surreal to grasp. You couldn't help but imagine yourself making fun of his flamboyant attire, but the current situation demanded more of your attention and concern.

Entering the station, you realized that the entire atmosphere had become tense. The convoy remained at the entry, casting an intimidating presence that forced everyone to look down, including the police officers. You couldn't spot any of the officers you knew – you were only close to Garp and Smoker – and decided to head in their direction.

However, you found yourself blocked by the convoy.

"I came for Garp," you attempted to explain to one of the familiar faces among the police.

"Y/N, can you come back later? There's something going on right now," Hina said, looking concerned.

You persisted, "I saw Doffy come in, and I'm worried something happened."

"Sir Donquixote is fine, don't worry about him, Y/N. You can go," she assured you.

You couldn't help but feel puzzled by the way she referred to Doflamingo, but your curiosity got the better of you. Ignoring the guards' instructions, you approached the group blocking your path.

"Move, I'm going to talk to Doffy," you hissed.

"No can do, sir Donquixote said no one can come."

"I don't care what that lanky flamingo told you. Move." You glared, channeling the intimidation skills your father had taught you. You pushed past them, determined to find out what was happening inside.

The hall was eerily empty, with distant shouting echoing through the building. You strained to catch the words, but they remained unintelligible for the moment.

"DOFLAMINGO!!!"

A resounding thud jolted through the air, and your heart raced as you followed the sound to its source.

"You fucking bastard."

In the room, you found Doflamingo pinning the chief of police by his throat, his anger palpable.

"You went and brainwashed my little brother. Saying he can be a hero. He can do this and that. Giving him all the cupcakes and rainbows. If something happened to him, I'm going to end everyone involved in your stupid fucking assignment!"

Garp was attempting to restrain Doflamingo, trying to keep him from harming the chief further. Doflamingo's fury was on full display as he unleashed his rage upon the room. You couldn't help but step forward, concerned for what might transpire.

"Doffy...?" you called out, seeking to provide some relief.

All three men in the room turned to you. The chief and Garp looked at you with a mix of worry and even fear. Doflamingo's response, however, was different.

"Are you okay?" you asked gently, extending your hand toward him, asking silently if you could offer comfort.

Doflamingo's anger seemed to melt away as he rested his head against your hand. You pulled him closer, cradling him gently as you comforted him.

Amidst the fragmented information you overheard, one thing became clear: his brother is important.

"Where is he?" you inquired, turning to the two officers.

"W-Who?" they asked, bewildered.

"His brother."

"T-The phoenix's clinic... I-It was the cl--"

Doflamingo stirred once more, his voice heavy with frustration. "You couldn't even bring him to a hospi---"

"Doffy, it's fine. I know that place. I think your brother was the man who came after me. The clinic has everything a hospital needs. Come on. We should go. Hmm?"

After a brief hesitation, he reached for your hand, and you left the room together.

Reaching where everyone was they were all shocked to see you come out with him. The convoy bowed and apologized for letting you pass through.

"It's fine. She's fine. We have to go somewhere. Come on," Doflamingo dismissed them hurriedly.

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