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filmbyjy · 1 year

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I saw this reel on insta and a haikyuu scenario with the post that said: 'im in the library and here's a bf helping his gg study and I've been overhearing part of their conversation for the last hour and said "babe, I'm gonna be honest with you. You're going to fail this test, I love you, but there's nothing we can do about it now"

can you do a imagine based on this with Jay and or any other member if you wanna add

(I have my finals coming up plus another exam in a few day. SEND HELP)

a/n: HELP??? WHY DO I ACTUALLY SEE JAY SAYING THIS?? jay giving you that reality check🤙🏻 also good luck!! I currently have projects due soon hence I’m rushing my work🤧

pairing: park jongseong x fem!reader

genre: studying with bf, fluff

word count: 1K words

warning: there is no real huge warning but there is tons of jay pecking/kissing you. that's a warning itself bc i'd die to kiss jay

there is no hope

finals

everyone hated them. it was the constant studying and staying up that made everyone hate it. nobody likes staying up to work on some stupid mathematic exam. cramming formulas till 4am in the morning was a nightmare.

your phone pings when a notification pops up. it startled you a little since you were heavily concentrated on your studies.

*1 message from jongseong🧸*

— placing this in case the read more messes up —

jongseong🧸: babe, are you still in the library? bc it’s dark in there.

you: why tf are you outside? didn’t you want to catch up on some sleep bc rugby was kicking your ass?

jongseong🧸: bc i’m a great boyfriend and I care about my girlfriend that I can forget about my shit sleep schedule

you: aww jongseong :((

you: i’m at the McDonald’s nearby

jongseong🧸: oh cool. i was kinda craving for some chicken nuggets! i’m bringing my books to help you too.

you: really? thank you, babe🫶🏻

jongseong🧸: anytime love❤️

it was about 15 minutes later when you heard someone sitting in front of you. you knew that familiar scent, it was your boyfriend. you looked up and gave him a warm smile before looking back down at your notes.

he lifts your chin up and leans to peck your lips.

“can’t even get a kiss from my girl without her looking away from her notes.”

“it’s 1am. the workers are staring, babe.” you whisper. jay rolls his eyes.

“well they won’t be staring if i’m here as a valued customer.” jay winks. you sighed.

“could you get me coffee?”

“at 1am? babe, you’re insane.”

“i’m going to need coffee to survive studying till 3am at least.”

jay shakes his head, “fine. i’ll get you some latte or something. nothing too strong because you won’t be able to sleep.”

“aww such a caring and sweet boyfriend I have.” you say. jay smirks.

“you do have a great boyfriend.” he steals kiss from you before going over to order something.

you remained glued to your work. however, nothing was really going in your brain. by now, jay had brought your coffee over and it still couldn’t help you.

“jayyyy, I can’t do this anymore.”

he scans through your notes. nothing made sense to him. he sighs.

“i’m gonna be honest, babe. you definitely failing this test. a 100%. your notes make zero sense to me.”

“you mean to tell me I’ve been studying shitty notes that I thought would help me??” you groaned and banged your head on the table. it catches a few of the workers attention but they quickly dismiss it.

“look, baby. if you wanna pass this test. I can always help you.” jay says.

“really?”

“of course but first, let’s get out of here and hop in my car.”

“why do I feel like this isn’t going to help me at all.” you glared at the boy. he chuckles.

“trust me, love. it’s definitely going to help.” he smirks. you rolled your eyes.

the both of you left the McDonald’s with your things to get into jay’s car. he places both of yours and his things down. once you settled in, you turned to jay.

“so what’s this genius plan of yours?”

“kiss.”

“are you serious, jongseong.”

“i’ll test you and every right answer you get equals to a kiss from yours truly.”

“you are so needy, babe.” you huffed.

“this is beneficial for the both of us. come on.” jay pouts.

you tried to weigh the pros and cons. honestly, there were definitely more pros than cons. you got to kiss jay, he would help you with passing the test and you got to spend time with him. what more could you ask?

"fine." jay smiles at your words.

after letting you read his notes for the topic, he would test you.

"you got 5 answers right. which means, i get to kiss you 5 times." jay says.

"yeah but you tested me 10 questions. i got half of them correct."

"which means you will pass. see i did something good. now, pucker up." jay says.

he leans in and pecks your lips once.

"jongseong-" he pecks it once again.

"this method didn't help." *peck*

"park jongseong." *peck*

"ooo one more." he leans in once again but this time, the kiss goes on far more than a peck. jay's hands rest on your waist. you completely forgot you were even upset in the first place. well that is until you actually remembered you were upset with him. you pushed him away.

"jay, i'm serious. i don't think i'll pass the test." you huffed.

"i'm sorry, i just i miss you. you've been pretty busy lately with studying. how about i help for real this time, hmm?"

"you're making me feel bad now. i'm sorry i don't spend time as much with you." you pout.

"it's alright, you're busy with school work."

"i feel like everyone is advancing faster than me so i take my free time to catch up with everyone. i don't even catch the topic sometimes and i just feel frustrated." you voiced out. jay squeezes your hand.

"well, i'm here. i can help you, babe. you don't have to hesitate to call me or text me when you need help."

"i know. i just feel bad."

jay shakes his head, "you don't have to feel bad. that's my duty as your boyfriend to help you and stay by your side."

"isn't that a job for a husband?" you deadpan.

"we're going to get married eventually, what's the difference." jay nudges your shoulder. you blushed.

"yeah, i guess we are."

"mrs.park, would you like me to help you really study now?"

"yes, mr.park." jay snorts. he leans in to peck your lips.

"okay, where did we stop at?" he says as he scans the notes.

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teddypickerry · 1 year

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Could you write something angsty for Alex?

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐋 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄.

pairing! alex turner x fem reader

summary! in which alex’s lack of songs leads to him writing something he shouldn’t

word count! 1k

warnings! none

a/n! this fucking sucks. i don’t know why i hate this so much. one of my friends read it and loved it but i cannot get into it. BUT I LOVE ALEX SO I AM POSTING IT. probs cause it’s 4am and i’m tired (never). also i left the the ending kinda up to you. if you want him to apologize then you can imagine that or if you want her to dump his sorry ass then slay!

PARALLEL UNIVERSE. the exact words your boyfriend had jotted down on a notepad left in the sitting room. you'd got home from work, noticing a mess of things on the coffee table and chair where you could assume your boyfriend alex had sat all afternoon. he was currently in between tours and albums meaning, he was drawing inspiration from everything. for some reason he was in dire need of lyrics as if he didn't just release an album a year ago.

alex's process, that he'd explained to you the evening prior, consisted of needing lyrics by the end of the next year after the album. which made no sense to you but apparently to him it was all worked out in his brain. so he'd spent the past few months jotting down every word that interested him. sure it got frustrating, he left dinner with your sister the other day because he had a writing epiphany. only to have you come home two hours later to a rather pissed off version of him. him going on about messing up the beat and locking himself in his office for the rest of the evening.

alex was irritable and frustrated with his lack of inspiration and you honestly party blamed yourself. with his exes, he'd had several love songs that could have been mistaken for poems lined up. the thoughts of you possibly being at fault for this version of your boyfriend woke you up during the early hours of the morning. there was a part of you that worried you weren't enough for the romantic man. and your biggest fears seemed to shine the moment your eyes crossed over the notepad. the title scribbled 'parallel universe' in alex's sloppy handwriting. below were crossed out messy lines of writing. all hurting you more than the next.

'in some parallel universe, i know you

held me tighter. i tried harder. you spoke,

"look my love, i will look for you in every

lifetime." i didn't have you in this one so,

i'll have to wait for the next'

that was enough to have your heart beating out of your chest. there was more written at the bottom, but you couldn't bother. you'd felt betrayed. it didn't matter who it was about but he did at least owe you that. not that you ever wanted to hear it. hear who he was thinking about this way, dreaming about being in the arms of while actually in yours. the feeling was indescribable.

the hum of the tv was the only thing beside your heavy breaths that you'd heard. not acknowledging the sound of footsteps down the hallway into the living room, where you stood. your back towards him as he stopped in the doorway. "thought that was you. thought i heard the door. look- i think i finally have something figured out so maybe we can go out to that place you like in a bit. the one with the blue drink that you always get and have a proper night out. it's been awhile..." his warm voice trailed off at your silence, and lack of acknowledgment of him.

you let out a deep breath before turning your head, noticing the man with a white towel wrapped around his waist. his hair was dripping wet besides one strand over his eyes. he looked so fucking good, and that fucking hurt.

the expression on your face told him something not that it was correct in anyway. "we don't have to go there, i mean.." he licked his lips. "we could always stay here tonight, order in... stay in bed."

you didn't know why you let him ramble on. maybe because there was a part of you that hoped the paper in your hand was a lyric nick wrote, or maybe jamie, or probably matt... married matt. "alex?"

"hm?" he hummed uncomfortably as he stepped closer to you, securing the towel in the process. his eyes finally caught the prize. the notepad still in your hand visible for all to see. he could have sworn he shit himself. "y/n-"

"why-" you huffed as you stepped back from him. "i'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume this is miles' words, not yours." the silence on the other end answered your question as you felt something sharp in your soul. like you were being cut in half, your heart at least. "alex," you whined as pure pain took over. p

"angel," alex called out as you only shook your head. he tried to step closer once more as you backed up, now against the wall. he sighed and stepped back assuring his defeat. "it's just words. just some lyrics, i needed something to write so-"

"so you decided to declare your love for your ex? dream about her holding onto you?" you scoffed as his body stiffened and he turned his head slightly. "no-"

"then what the fuck is this then?" you held up the paper as your eyes began to sting. alex gulped at the sight of your pain. "angel, i had nothing okay? so i tapped into a place i haven't been in forever- years, haven't felt that in years. but i needed something dramatic and devotional."

"then write about your goddamn girlfriend! or make something up, what the hell, alex?" your voice threatened a yell as he sighed and attempted to step closer to you. "this is my job, baby. this is what i do for a living. i don't-"

"just," you started before biting your lip and crossing your arms. "i can't do this right now. i can't be with you right now," you mumbled as you grabbed your purse and jacket. all sat on the chair where you'd left them not even five minutes ago. alex's breathing got heavier as he watched you slip on your jacket. he tried to stop you. he tried to tell you that his words meant nothing. but maybe you'd listen, maybe in a parallel universe.

#teddypickerry #alex turner x reader #alex turner #arctic monkeys fic #alex turner fic #angst

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gobletofmilk · 4 months

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hours of the day ranked

1. 6pm 6pm is the best hour of every day because this is when you are eating dinner. sometimes it doesn't happen in this hour but when it does, this is why we are on earth. dinner. it's also good because you eat dinner then.

2. 7pm i love this hour because if you have eaten dinner already you have a good 4-5 hours of true free time. you can literally do whatever, spend time with friends, read, write, watch a movie, or do what god herself placed us on this earth to do which is rot in bed and look at phone.

3. 12pm yummy lunch time

4. 4am I'll fight all of you on this but 4am is here because of that sweet sweet rem. you know how good sleep feels at 4am? you kidding me? this is why i LIVE.

5. 12am there's just something special about midnight you know. it's just cool. if you're still awake the vibes are kinda crazy you know. if you're with friends then the vibes are even crazy er. i love it when it is midnight.

6. 3pm i haven't been in school for years (like millions of years), but there is no denying the power of 3pm. home time. it's also the peak time in the afternoon. lots of shenanigans to be had at 3pm you know

7. 5pm this is like like school ending but for adults although i don't have a job that ends at 5 i just kind of work whenever and it is so bad for my work life balance because i end up working at the worst times and don't give myself enough time to relax but if i had a normal job this would be the best time

8. 10pm sleepy vibes you know

9. 8pm i really like this time because i'm usually right into a movie or something or playing a game or rotting in bed usually rotting

10. 4pm it's interesting at this point we are starting to get to the hours i'm not too fond of. don't get me wrong i'm a fan of 4pm, but my brain just turns off around this time every day. i can't get anything done. it sucks. i'm not a morning person or an afternoon person or an evening person tbh.

11. 11pm hey that's a good placement

12. 5am such a risky hour. if you're getting good rem then it is the greatest hour in the world. but if you wake up at 5am and still want to have a little more sleep. god. kill me. it happened to me this morning and it has just ruined my day

13. 9pm it's kind of sad at 9pm because the night is coming to an end and it's like sad and stuff??

14. 1pm i ated all my lunch :(

15. 10am hey this is usually like a snack time so that is good. but you have a whole work day ahead of you and it's like ugh lame you know. if it is a day off though 10am can be pretty exciting. i'm usually rotting in bed around 10am

16. 2pm controversial maybe but this time isn't it. i want to go home you know i don't have three hours of work left in me.

17. 11am the most nothing hour ever created what even happens at 11am

18. 1am not for me

19. 2am like 1am but slightly worse

20. 3am like 2am but slightly worse

21. 8am of all of the morning hours, this one is the least offensive. you're usually eating breakfast or just commuting and listening to music so hey, it gets a pass i suppose. morning sux.

22. 7am the only good thing about 7am is your bed is so comfortable, but like why can't we take that comfort and move it to other parts of the day. i gotta get up at 7am, don't do that to me.

23. 6am kill me now it's so over

24. 9am imagine being henry time, inventor of time, and thinking you know what is a good idea? 9am? what a fool. i'm so upset this time should not exist. so sick and twisted.

#tier list #ranked #ranking #really important #earth shattering #powerful #silly #sillyposting #what is silly posting is this silly posting? if so this is why i'm here. to silly post.

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nasturtiumsforbreakfast · 2 months

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so 3am is the greatest time to be waking up out of nowhere to be thinking uhhhhh thoughts, huh?

Anyway, in ref to a uh a whole buncha my "regency kink" posts (tagged, out of the joy of causing problems, for the era and not royalty) that I 100% am not finding and linking right now fuck you read my posts boy uhhhhm okay so

Imagine, if you will, it's a lovely summer's day in the countryside in the tail-end of the 1830s and you are a troublesome goose a gentleman's valet with a miraculous Sunday afternoon off work

For those who are unaware, because my mildly kinky "imagine if" posts seem to have to come with a history lesson, because I am a crazy idiot, right (I think the blacksmith one had a line about how tricky filigree work is, istg, what is wrong with me I'm the autistic child of artisans) - a valet is the guy like whatshisface Bennett? in Downton Abbey, who like helps the gent get dressed n stuff of a morning/evening, looks after all the personal stuff same way a butler looks after the household stuff, yeah, cs posh people in them days had folk to do legitimately everything for them, huh? Lazy fucks. And also labour laws were virtually non-existant in the 30s, to such an extent I would use any of my time off to just goddamn sleep, never mind leisure activities - I mean, I do that now, tbf, but I'm not hugely cut out for retail work, lbr

Anyway, we are imagining a fantasy 1830s where it's a lovely summer's day and you are/I am a servant magically not tired to the bone cs your boss is actually a good one rather than a more-historically-accurate absolute dickhead, yeah? So you got a Sunday avo off, right, free to do what you like instead of various clothes-repairing chores or whatever, and you are walking from the big house down to the village in the sunshine to go uh. To uh. To.

We are also living in a fantasy 1830s where I have easy access to testosterone and uh and a strap and nobody gives a fuck about it, right? Because I say so. I don't want to have to imagine myself a cis man just cs of the era. Hey, if Dr James Barry can get on alright then fellas so can I, right? Tho I think he might've been late Victorian times tbh. Shhhh the only historical accuracy we care about is the nice stuff okay let's ignore everything else for now

So we are using this miraculously progressive and sunshiny 1830s Sunday afternoon off to walk down the lane and go fuck the village baker, okay?

Because you can

Still feels all a bit something to be doing this on a Sunday - I'm not religious, nor am I in any way a churchgoer, but I did unforch recently descend from evangelists so I do have the unhealthy weight of xian guilt on my shoulders for no good goddamn reason anyway - and it would've been some kinda consideration, too, in the 1830s, when going to church and believing all that toxic rot is just what you did, no questions

Ooh I don't have a priest kink but I do wonder if the local priest in this imaginary ye olde village would be ahem interested, now there's a thought to think about doesn't he want to do right by one of his congregation, hm? Doesn't he want to give members of his flock what they need? (What they need is to corrupt him, fill him full of cum and bring him low enough to beg them and G-d for it - are we using singular they? Your choice)

Uh.

Anyway, it's a bit of something to be fucking men on a Sunday, engaging in various sins by choice, y'know

I don't have the headspace at almost-4am to write out a thing as I did the blacksmith and his lordship, obviously, not that that was well-received anyhow, obviously, because this seems to be the wrong forum for my rambley ADHD writing, if anywhere's the right forum, which I doubt

But, imagine, if you will, all dressed up in typical 1830s attire, best you can afford on a valet's salary, and flour all over your shirt and showing on your unbuttoned waistcoat, its skirt flipped up and front-fall trousers round your knees, to allow the baker um access to fuck you, rough, bent over, holding on to the low back wall that splits the bakery from the inn for dear life - maybe the innkeeper comes along to see what's the commotion while his wife and everyone's at church, and joins, fucks your mouth to shut you up, hm? Making too much noise, they'll hear you from St Peter's, won't they, and then what will we do? Better to shut you up, just like this, and god don't it feel good?

Hm. I was originally thinking of um of being in the baker's position, as described, railing this big strong incredibly capable man til he's wrecked with it, y'know, but there we go, hey

#regency kink #the era not the king. cs uh. cs I can?#someone tell me what other tag I ought to put this in please for the love of god #there must be someone out there who's post/thinking the same crazy shit that seems to get me off a bit huh there has to be right?#nsft text

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ashthemadwriter-archived · 2 years

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Hello!! Remember me? we talked about bottom fyodor 😭 help. All the best for your exam and Congratulations on your 300 followers!!! So umm....

I'm an enfp scorpio.

I love dancing in the rain. love gazing at the moon and stars. like spicy food. can play violin. Know how to ride a bike. natural trouble magnet And I do a lot of artistic stuff aside from writing fanfics :3

Fandom: bsd please

Remember to take care of yourself love and drink a lot of water :) 💕💕

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Format: Headcanons

Warnings: None

Word Count: 0.6K

A/n: All those hearts are for me🥺? Ok come closer a little bit *Mwah!

I match you with...

Dazai Osamu!

Ok first, let me just say how jealous I am of you :') Bruh I want him so bad! Can We like make a bargain? I'll give you Chuuya and you give him to me T^T

I just feel like that this hottie would match your energy so much. I was struggling on whether match you with him or Nikolai, but I ended up going with him when I read about your zodiac sign.

Dazai is a really cool partner; and by that I mean he's in whatever crazy shit you wanna do. You wanna go rob a bank at 4am? He's in! Wanna eat dozens of spicy food? He wont particularly enjoy it, but he's still in! Wanna go on top of Everest and scream until you collapse? He's in! Wanna run around in the rain without an umbrella while others are glancing at you as they run to their homes? Ooh Boy he's definitely in!

So, I heard that Scorpio people are very sexual :D And it's not just because they're horny, but they seem to enjoy the closeness and affection they receive in the act. So, um, He's 100% and a thousand times in :> He loves giving/receiving affection, tho he might not open up about other stuff...

I'm guessing that you're not much of a morning person, and same as him! Ok ok imagine this- you're both on the mattress (I wish he had a bed) clinging into each other's arm as the clock starts to ring, reminding you that it's another damn morning and another damn day (I'm saying that because you're studying at this moment lol), And Dazai also has to get his ass up and go to work; but the warmness of the blanket and your embrace is too addictive for him to get up. So he reaches for the clock, takes a deep breath, and throw it at the window causing it to break and make you full conscious; And he does that without opening his eyes lol. And then you shrug your shoulders, leaning into his embrace even more, saying "That's my boy"

I know🚶🏻‍♀️

BTW if you manage to have a stablished relationship with him, you have my respect bro-

I have a feeling that you would tease Kunikida with him, even though you might not be much of a teaser (?). Hanging around with this guy can be way too effective.

"Scorpios strike when other people least expect it" can I just say that's soooo DAZAI? like, other people cant even believe that he's a detective or has a gift, but then he makes a move and others are like Damn bro! What have you been hiding up your sleeves all this time! He's like that, and since he loves mysteries and riddles, he would definitely love the company of a folksy but actually smart and observant kind of person- YOU

Natural trouble magnet? Hehe, same as him! I can totally see you guys running away while Kunikida trouble is following you to beat the shit out of you lmao. Trust me- You two are gonna pull a lot of pranks on people, and might feel a little bad if your target is Atsushi

Please punch him in the nuts when he flirts with other women; tysm in advance🚶🏻‍♀️

There are days that you're on your bad mood; and he compromises with you. Depending on whether you wanna be alone or have someone to comfort you; he makes a move. Clears up the space around you and hugs you from behind, leading you to a comfy worm place, without saying anything or asking what happened. He already knows (Probably)

That's it. That's all I've got🚶🏻‍♀️

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quinloki · 1 year

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Family Ties

Fem Reader x Donquixote Doflamingo

CW: Language, violence, blood, moral ambiguity, murder, sexual themes and situations 18+ only

Chapter 1 - Table of Consent -

Chapter 8: Something Like a Date

Since you wore yourself out repeatedly the afternoon before, you slept like a rock and ended up awake and about at 4am. Oh how the tides had turned on how this Sunday was going compared to last week. You took a nice shower that you had hoped would be relaxing, but the idea of getting into clothes that had been gifted to you had gotten your imagination rolling again.

You had once heard Thatch tell Marco that a man only gifts a woman clothes to see them on his floor, and by that logic they had decided to buy you a set of lockpicks for your birthday instead of clothes. But now the jest was bouncing around in your head as you put on the sweats and shirt.

You had to admit you were grateful, of all accessories provided, lingerie wasn't a part of it. You had plenty of your own and given the modest cut of the dress you didn't have to worry about needing anything custom to go along with it. It had taken you a few moments to decide on what underwear to wear – the basics, and assume nothing will happen? Or dress to match and deal with the fallout of having thought ahead if something does happen.

In the end you went with dressed to match, since the idea of something happening and being in your boring underclothes felt more mortifying than anything else. At least if you ended up being teased for matching it would help you lean into things that were already happening.

You stepped outside a few minutes before 8, enjoying the morning air and preferring to watch the world go by vs pacing yourself into a frenzy inside. It was barely a minute later when an, admittedly modest, limousine pulled up to the end of your driveway.

An older gentleman, who looks like he worked out at every available opportunity to be that muscled at that age, steps out from the limo's driver side and approaches you.

"Miss (Y/N), shall I take your bag?" He inquires. His voice didn't have the deep timbre that Doflamingo's did, but there was a layer of long-held authority in it. You doubted his only job was chauffer.

"Yes, please – mister?"

"Just Lao, young miss. The young master suggested that if you insisted on calling me Mr. Lao I should address you as young lady." He adds, and a grin spreads across your face.

"Very well, thank you for coming to get me, Lao." You reply as he puts the small suitcase into the trunk.

"You're quite welcome, Miss (Y/N)." He opens the door for you, and you had the good sense to let him. As you step into the limo, you find you were not alone.

Doflamingo sat along the side in casual enough attire you were almost unable to stop yourself from making a face at the sight of it. He still wore his shades, but the t-shirt fit him in a relaxed way – quite the feat given his broad shoulders. You were surprised to see sweatpants not dissimilar in style from yours, and loafers to finish the look. You noticed he had even downgraded his usual metal watch to one with a leather band.

You couldn't help yourself as you settled in, and quipped. "Do you even own a pair of sneakers?"

"Due to my height, my shoes are all custom-made." He replies smoothly enough.

"That would be a no, then." You smile back at him as Lao gets into the driver's seat.

Doflamingo gives a faint smirk and turns toward the front of the limo. "We are ready, Lao."

"Very well, young master." Comes the reply, and the window separating the driver from the two of you rolls up as the limo rolled into motion.

Taking a better look around the limo, you realize it wasn't overly large, but with enough room that both Doflamingo and you had a comfortable amount of personal space, while not being so separated as to make conversation awkward. The black leather interior was broken by accents of velvet and a deep blood-red wood grain. It was certainly old-time elegant, and not as flashy as you expected.

"I admit, I appreciate you sending over clothes for today. I would've felt uncomfortably under dressed for breakfast if I'd chosen something on my own." You'd poked him a couple times and he hadn't teased in return, so you figured it was only polite to go easy on him. As he said before, today was for your enjoyment.

"I'm glad to hear it put you at ease." He purrs with a smirk. Teasing or not that voice was a sin. "Before we get too far into the day, I did want to ask if you were at all uncomfortable with going to my family's estate. I have alternative plans if you'd rather not, so don't feel pressured."

"Will your family be there?"

"They will."

"I'm okay with it then," you admit. "Being in a place like that and having it empty would be a bit unnerving, but it wouldn't be bad to see your family again." You see him raise an eyebrow and you sigh in mock defeat, pouting and looking away. "I feel a tiny bit guilty for leaving how I did last week."

"I see."

"Miniscule." You reiterate, going quiet for a few minutes before relaxing into the comfortable seats. The low, barely noticeable vibration of the car's wheels as it drove forward were starting to lull you into a nap, and you decide to fight against it.

"So where are we going for breakfast, your estate?"

"No, after some asking around, I was informed of a nice place not far from here that does an exceptionally good job with breakfast, and I thought it would be worth the risk to go there."

It was your turn to raise your eyebrows in surprise. "I... don't mean this nearly as mean as it's gonna sound, but you don't look like the kind of person who risks the unknown, Trouble."

"I assure you; I take plenty of risks." He replies, and you could swear there was almost the tiniest hint of a pout in his voice.

"Oh, I'm sure you take all kinds of risks, Trouble." You laugh. "What I mean is you seem like someone who mitigates risks to make sure any risk you do take still end how you want. Like if you went skydiving you'd pack your own parachute."

Or provide someone with clothes for a day on the town so you knew they'd wear something that matched your style. You thought to yourself, finally realizing all the reasons behind the offered clothes.

"A fair assessment, Miss (Y/N), and one I imagine I cannot deny in this case either."

The limo comes to a stop, and you hear Lao exit from his cab. He opens the door and Doflamingo steps out first, offering his hand as you come out behind him.

"Something like a date, indeed, what a gentleman." You tease, taking his offered hand and stepping out of the limo.

"I did promise." He states.

"You never said 'promise', but you're keeping your word, so I'll appreciate... that..." Your words die on your lips as you realize you are outside Sanji's café. A sign on the door indicates they were closed, but Sanji steps out and greets you.

"The private party has arrived, right this way." He offers cheerfully.

You weren't sure who you needed to kill for this first, Trouble or Sanji. You opened and closed your mouth a couple times trying to find the right words and a chuckle from Doflamingo causes you to turn to him first.

"Worth the..." you stammer, and then bite back what else was on your mind, unsure of if you wanted to say it.

Stomping over to Sanji, you go to snag his cigarette out of his mouth, but he removes it and holds it aloft before you can reach him, smiling all the while. "You could've warned me." You huff.

"My silence was appropriately negotiated." He beams, he was having the time of his life, this romantic idiot. "Besides, (Y/N), I promised."

"Tch." You walk past Sanji and into the café. It was done up a little more than usual, with nothing but a single table in the middle of the, granted, small interior of the café. Normally there weren't more than five tables as it was.

After Doflamingo enters, Sanji closes and locks the door, to make sure that none of his sleepy morning regulars blunder in past Lao accidentally. There are menus waiting for you and Sanji leaves to get coffee before coming back to take your orders. You have been keeping your arms crossed and grumbling in Sanji's general direction since entering the café.

"I hope you're not truly upset, Miss (Y/N)." Doflamingo says as you wait for your meals.

You finally crack a smile and shake your head. "I'm... not. I'm just," you scrunch up your nose a little. "I can't say I dislike surprises, cause good surprises are great, I've just been done in by my own morals is all."

"Might I ask you to elaborate?" He inquires. You could feel him taking in all of this as though he were compiling data for future use.

"For reasons I'm not yet okay with getting into, let's just say I take promises seriously. Someone's word can falter, cause sometimes we agree to something, and it slips our mind. No shame, no foul." You explain. "But promises are another matter. An invocation of honor. I don't promise lightly, and my friends seem to have adapted it."

A moment's silence. "Ah, I see. You expected your long-time friend and boss would give you a warning about my plan."

"I did, until he said he had promised." Your smile is genuine. "I'm not mad. A little salty that I feel like I've fallen into a trap of some sort, but not mad."

"Promise?" Doflamingo prompts, quite the smile on his lips.

Your face goes pink despite your efforts. "Promise."

You have a good meal afterward, filled mostly with small talk about the food. You say the most; rambling on about Sanji's cooking, about how bad you were when you first started helping him, and about how you only absent-mindedly put buttered bread in a toaster one time before you never made that mistake again. It was hard to keep conversation going with Sanji's cooking in front of you, however, and things naturally die down as you finish up your meal.

"I don't know how you do it, Sange," you say, not quite hitting the last syllable of his name. "But I feel perfectly full again. Like if I had one more bite it would be too much."

"Agreed. It was delicious and satisfying." Doflamingo adds. "Well worth the risk."

You almost choke and then laugh. "You really are a smarmy bastard."

"Nonsense," Doflamingo insists, standing up and offering his hand. "Today I'm a perfect gentleman."

"You're a perfect something," you quip taking his hand. It was warm, and expectedly large, and you were reminded of when you shook hands before, as though he wanted to kiss yours instead of shaking it. "Jury's out on what, exactly."

He unlocks the door in a smooth motion and holds it open as you leave the café and go back into the limo. Lao assists you back in again, and this time Doflamingo sits next to you in the same backseat. There was still some space, and he kept his hands to himself, but the proximity was threatening to stir your imagination.

"We're not going far." He states, as though giving an excuse for why he hadn't moved to a different section of seating. "There's a small carnival between here and the estate and I had assumed it would be a good place to walk after breakfast."

"Oh, Binks' carnival," you are doing your best to seem completely unconcerned about the arrangement, you didn't want to scoot away and give the impression he was having an effect on you. "That's not a bad place for a stroll. Especially this early on a Sunday, there won't be many people."

The walk around the carnival grounds was relatively uneventful. Neither of you said a whole lot, but it wasn't uncomfortable. At one of the stands you leaned into the whole 'something like a date' concept, and asked him to buy you something to commemorate the day.

He makes a face. "Something from here?"

"Yes indeed Mr. Money-bags-inc." You flash your best teasing grin. "I want you to pick out some hokey cheap carnival gift. The ordeal will make this more of a proper repayment."

"Oh?"

"Well, I can already tell you're not particularly enjoying the idea of it." You grin. You feel like the Cheshire Cat, except with more sass. Sitting down on a nearby bench, you gesture for him to peruse the stalls, your feet kicking back and forth and the shit-eating grin still plastered on your face.

With a sigh, and a smile, he goes over to the stalls. You had to admit watching him walk away was a bit of a treat, he had an ass that didn't just look good in a suit, and it was a good thing you were already seated or you would've been tempted to smack it. You decide to distract yourself by poking at your phone for a little while, so as to not get caught staring.

You kept your eyes on your surroundings regardless and caught sight of someone you hoped would continue to not notice you. The officer appeared off-duty, which was surprising all on its own, you were pretty sure Agent Smoker only had one setting. But it seemed he was doing some volunteer work, as he was completely without any cigars, and surrounded by a small gaggle of children.

Kudos to him for doing the Big Brother thing and looking like an actual human begin while doing so. You notice Tashigi with him, coming back with two more kids following her, and trays of food for everyone. They disappeared off in a direction you were resolved to avoid, at least for today you didn't want to have to deal with either of them.

Not they were bad or treated you unkindly. Smoker wanted you to go into the force as a linguistics analyst or some other equally boring desk job. Tashigi thought you'd make a good agent if the desk job sounded too boring. Both knew who your biological dad was, and who you considered to be your real father. You imagined they were just trying to keep you out of trouble.

Bit late for that, though.

Doflamingo returns after a few long moments and sits down beside you. He holds out his hand, whatever he had decided on apparently fit inside of it.

"My dear," He says, and you weren't sure if he was playing at the role of A Good Date™, or if the 'something like' had started to fall away into actual date territory.

You put your hand out, palm up, expecting him to put it in your hand, when instead he slips a beaded bracelet around your wrist. The material holding it together was stretchy, the beads were small marble sized orbs of polished wood. For carnie fare, it was surprising good quality, and looked quite elegant.

You smile. "Leave it to you to find the highest quality carnival gift I've ever seen."

"I do my best within the situation." He replies with a chuckle, and you feel a heat in your cheeks rise.

Before you even left the carnival grounds you knew those cheap wooden beads were already more important to you than they should've been. It was a shame there was no way they'd go with the evening gown, and you certainly weren't going to risk them swimming.

You head back to the limo, and while you let Lao open the door, you step back and make a dramatic flourish with your arm, bowing. "Age before beauty, Trouble, I insist."

The cheeky action earns you a small chuckle and Doflamingo gets into the limo first. Your win, you imagine, but he sits in the back-side seat again. If you didn't want to sit beside him, you'd have to step over him. This slick bastard.

You decide to turn your win into a draw, and sit down beside him. He already has one arm draped across the back of the seat, and you opt to sit close enough to be under his arm while not right next to him. Between his reach and your height, it wasn't like you were really super near any part of him.

"Now we're headed to your estate?" You prompt, putting a bit of lift on the word estate as though you were teasing him for being rich.

"Mmm," He agrees as he leans into your teasing. "We're headed to my estate, in my limo, driven by my chauffeur, so that my savoir can swim in my pool and relax before dinner." Oh, when he smoothed out his voice and teased you it was better than you had imagined.

"Savior, huh?" You muse, trying to distract yourself from the effect his proximity and tone were having on you. "I wouldn't go that far. If those SUVs hadn't belonged to your family, it would've been a total botch job on my part."

"And yet the end result has been thus." His seems to pout.

You turn toward him a little, looking up and giving him a crooked smile. "You sound irritated by that. Are you angry someone had to step in and help?"

A frown twists his face for a second, before he was back to his usual expression. "Not even slightly. I feel as though you are undervaluing what you did, and that is unacceptable."

"Oh." You lean back into the seat, heat going to your ears. "Well... my apologies, then." Being told to value yourself by an international underworld mob boss was certainly an experience. "So, uh, tell me about your family. If I'm going to meet more important people, I'd rather not do so cold."

"Very well, my dear."

He spent the rest of the car ride telling you about his family. Names and basic descriptions. you'd met Vergo and Diamante before, and briefly interacted with Dellinger, and Lao was driving the limo. When he spoke about his family there was a kindness in his voice you hadn't expected. He very obviously cared about these people, even if they all worked together for often nefarious reasons, and you were absolutely certain he'd burn and salt the world to protect them if that's what it took.

In the twenty or so minutes of the ride you learned about sixteen members of the family, and some of their more particular quirks. Pica had a unique voice, and he was quite sensitive about it. Giolla's taste in art suited her but it was a bit outside what would be considered typical. When he talked about Dellinger you admitted to having praised his heels. That earned you a smile, before he moved on to Senor Pink. This poor man had been through the ringer, and how he coped could be shocking if you weren't prepared for it.

Aside from Baby being needy, the rest of the family seemed fairly normal. Sugar was the youngest, but she was Monet's baby sister and not the only child at the estate either. While you hadn't met Violet, you had spoken with her, and that covered the immediate family for the most part.

When you arrived at the estate, you had to admit that Doflamingo was in a different class from Pops, it was almost twice the land and building size. Which wasn't too surprising, since the immediate Family of Donquixote was quite a few more top officers than Pop had. You imagine the number of subordinates was a number of people that was a real nightmare to keep organized.

There wasn't a chance to go swimming. You saw the pool, and the gardens, and the dinning room, kitchen, living area, work out room, Sugar's playroom, Dellinger's heel collection, half – if not all – of Giolla's favorite art pieces, and were told about the deep history of some of the estate's older heirlooms by Lao. You had been effectively kidnapped by Doflamingo's family. Not even Doflamingo could save you.

Sugar had immediately decided she liked you and was putting random bow clips in your hair while you painted Dellinger's nails after an hour or so of being dragged around the estate. Sure, some of these people were a little quirky, but you couldn't say that your friends were exactly normal either.

"There you are." Doflamingo's voice was full of amusement. You probably look like a reject store front display with enough unmatched barrettes in your hair to make clacking noises if you moved your head too fast.

"Here I am." You reply, not looking up from what you were doing. "I'm almost finished with Dellinger's nails, give me a moment."

"We still have some time to spare, though I apologize there won't be enough time for you to swim before we need to leave." He didn't sound too apologetic, and you imagine it was because you had been effectively claimed by his family.

"(Y/N) can come over again and swim whenever she wants." Sugar declares. "You weren't only going to visit today, were you?"

"If you're only here for today you can't leave to go to some stupid restaurant." Dellinger adds. "You're going to come back, right, right?"

You finish with Dellinger's nails and smile. "I mean, that's kind of your boss's call."

"Young master, you have to let her come back!" Sugar demands, flashing an impressive pair of puppy dog eyes at Doflamingo.

"Young master pleeeeease?" Dellinger begs, drawing out the long word in a childish whine and trying to imitate Sugar's puppy dog eyes.

You get up and walk toward him. "I feel like you're going to be outvoted if you don't acquiesce." You tease, pointing to the clips in your hair. "I've been adorned with highly valued prize items after all, you might have a rebellion on your hands."

"Rebellion!" Sugar says forcefully.

Dellinger turns to her hurriedly. "No rebellion Sugar! Focus on the prize items!"

"Highly prized (y/n)!" Sugar put her fist in the air.

Your face goes beet red at the unexpected qualifier, and Doflamingo licks the bottom of his lip before his face splits into a devious grin.

"Highly prized, indeed." His voice rumbles quietly, but you weren't sure if the others had heard him. "Miss (Y/N) is allowed to return if she wants to," he says, loudly enough for Sugar and Dellinger to hear. "But we cannot force her, she's not a part of the family."

There was an unspoken yet that drove its way into your brain, and you had the distinct impression of being hunted again. You could feel heat in places that weren't just your face and then shoved your children-inappropriate thoughts back down into the corner of your mind before turning toward Sugar – who has turned her puppy dog eyes on you.

"Since I've been invited, I'll come back." You assure her, taking out some of the clips. "So make sure you keep these safe and you can fancy up my hair again next time, okay?"

Sugar nods happily in response and her and Dellinger start chattering about all the things they could do the next time you visited while they help you remove the rest of the clips. In the few minutes it took them to empty your hair of clips you were certain they'd listed off enough events to ensure you'd be visiting several more times.

Leaving the others behind, the two of you walk down the hallway together. Despite the bustle of the estate, you realize that there wasn't anyone else around. You very quickly became very aware of being alone with him.

"There's been a room and bath prepared for you," Doflamingo begins, "so you can relax and clean up at your leisure before dinner. Lao has already put your luggage in the room for you." He stops in front of a door, opening it and allowing you to step through. "If you need anything, the common room is in that direction," he points, "please don't hesitate to ask."

"Ah, um... thank you." You manage, walking by him into the room you found yourself a full bundle of nerves. You kept expecting, or wanting, him to just reach out and do as he pleased, or maybe as you pleased.

"You're welcome, Miss (Y/N). I had been informed by your talented café boss that you do appreciate space and quiet. After the welcome my family unexpectedly bestowed upon you, I believed this would be an acceptable adjustment to the schedule." He didn't draw nearer, or loom, or do anything ungentlemanly, but you still felt the small hairs on your neck stand on end.

You chuckle a bit as you step further in and appreciate the room. It was luxurious, but not ostentatiously so, and the door leading into the private bath was open. There were several bookcases, seating for people who were visiting, and an impressive four poster bed that was separated slightly from the more common area of the room by drapes and an elegant room divider. There was a TV as well, and a computer – not that you were going to log into someone else's family network during your short stay, but the efficiency of items in the room was appreciable.

"I believe I was correct earlier," you muse, turning toward him with a smile. "You really do mitigate all possible risks, don't you?"

He chuckles. "Such mitigation seems hardly effective recently." He admits, his voice slipping from the near-business tone he'd been using most of the day, into something more akin to a purr.

Oh. Oh I was not wrong. Things had gone from business to interest at the café, and there was no mistaking that interest was fast becoming desire. Assuming it hadn't already gotten there before now, and he was just putting on a solid gentlemanly display this entire day.

"Until later, Miss (Y/N), please relax to your heart's content." He bids you farewell and closes the door.

You gulp, alone in the room, and silently wondering if a fling was even an acceptable possibility at this point. If he was as skilled in other activities as he was in well, in whatever all this was, then it might be impossible to just dip a toe in the proverbial pool.

If the vibe was appropriate during dinner, it wouldn't be a bad idea to brooch the topic. Leaving things unresolved wasn't really your style, and if being blunt scared him off easily, then that would resolve things.

And if it didn't, then, well, that was not something entirely undesired.

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chiyoso · 9 months

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Hiiiiiii

I just wanted to warn you about the incoming spam tomorrow. I just finished Luofu trailblazer quests and now I am all ready to binge on your HSR works 👻

I finally finished it.

I am yet to play the character story quests and world quests.

But hear me out. Is it just me or did the Luofu quests feel really really rushed? Like I felt it got the Inazuma treatment. Like before one storyline could establish itself and sink in, we were already involved in a bunch of other things and other plots. Like I felt that they had a lot of ideas but had to string it together to form a singular plot.

Idk, I feel like I liked Jarillo story better as it felt well paced but I didn’t connect with any Jarillo characters. But with Luofu, I didn’t like the story but I liked the characters (cough cough Jing Yuan and Luocha (yeah I know he’s evil)). Man I went into Luofu quest thinking I’ll be a blade simp but ended up being a Jing Yuan simp instead. I am yet to play Blade’s quest (Kafka called me to help them but it’s literally 4am rn and I am like, Blade you will have to wait)

But long story short. I am going to be binging on your fics tomorrow and I am sooooo excited 🥰🥰🥰

RAHHHH NAT AM BLUSHING SO HARD GRRR i just woke up nngh good morning

also! for your question

you're kind of right? about the luofu arc, but honestly, it became less confusing BECAUSE of the detectives, the people who theorize and the overall fanarts/theories of the fandom who made the plot make more sense

if you're confused on some parts, i would love to indulge you in what i have information gathered (e.g. main points, species, jing yuan/blade/dan heng/jingliu relationship and things about the xianzhou luofu)

but! since im also done with the inazuma storyline, i can honestly say that i get what you mean? that the hyv didn't point out and explain too much about you know... stuff (like why blade is so damn obsessed with dan heng, more shit about the stellaron hunters n etc, aeons even!) but thats why fandoms exist! i dont even research much because i dont have time, but once i stumble upon a lore/fanart/or even drabble about something related to hsr, i just piece things myself, that and im a sucker for lore so i try to really understand things!

and the kafka companion quest

i found it funny and so- idk it makes you go blush BECAUSE of kafka, i dont wanna spoil but i hope you enjoy that specific quest! because it tells details about kafka's powers + we get a proper interaction with her finally (so i got to assess her whole personality n such for headcannons, example, in my herrscher of death!reader x hsr fic!)

oh and

i imagine you are swamped with irl things, juggling/grinding hsr and genshin, so starting honkai impact 3rd... it'll be so overwhelming for you (since i am, still trying to finish events) but if YOU decide to join in the honkai impact 3rd train as well, i will gladly, GLADLY help you and guide you with whatever you need!

hi3 is like, more combative, heavy HEAVY lore and we have characters over 50,000+ years old lmao, and actually, if you're familiar with the whole imaginary tree concept in hsr, you will eventually understand why ive decided to plan a honkai impact + hsr crossover series (because hyv makes it makes sense)

and with that

CANT WAIT TO HELP YOU IN ANY WAY YOU CAN ABOUT HSR!!!

and thank you hehe, i'm still revamping the nanook fanfic + creating multiple banners for our hsr men (but look at me create banners lovingly for scaramouche lmao)

OH AND since you're a jing yuan admirer, i assume you'll love my jing yuan works; "imperfections you loathe" and "a fourth wall break from the general" which! are in my hsr menu in my pinned 😌 i'm so excited that you caught up in hsr hehe

#💌 mailed to hiraeth #💌|·❍✧⃝·° H's recipient: teapartyspilled #🌹|·❍✧⃝·° H. — My Bouquets

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hedonistic-peacock · 10 months

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Family Ties

Fem Reader x Donquixote Doflamingo

CW: Language, violence, blood, moral ambiguity, murder, sexual themes and situations 18+ only