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il-miele-che-scrive · 2 months

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Can I request something similar to your latest Lewis smau except y/n is Toto's daughter? It's controversial because she's younger, you know the drill

Sure!! <3 For this one I made Y/n a singer

Btw the song in this fic is made up lol

username1 She's PRECIOUS

username2 Y/n is so me

username3 Honestly that's so reletable

username4 I swear this girl will pet any creature she can, how isn't she scared of catching some disease?

↳username1 Have you ever heard of water? Is the concept of washing your hands familiar to you?

username5 Oh to be a cat pet by Y/n Wolff...

username6 A rich girl petting strays... Imagine how much of a better place the world would be if she put the same energy into some charity work

↳username7 Y/n is known for doing charity work when it comes to animals. Pretty sure some % of her earnings goes to several pet charities, organizations. Not to mention she's been vegan for a few years now

↳username8 Wow immagine if you did your research before commenting

↳username9 i love how Y/n was born into the rich life but has always been humble and used her money to help others

username10 Literally she gets a lot of hate for being a daughter of a billionaire like okay next time she'll choose to be born poor lmao

username11 exactly!! there's a difference between flexing on daddy's money and using your daddy's money for good causes

username9 pretty sure she makes her own money now;)

y/n_wolff Busy day at work 😋 look who I bumped into on the way to the studio!!

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georgerussell63 Look at you finally doing some work

↳y/n_wolff Don't worry, soon I'm back at my 2nd job (I just hang around the paddock looking all pretty and stuff)

georgerussell63 No, thank you ❤️ we don't miss you

lewishamilton Speak for yourself George, Roscoe likes when Y/n babysits him

y/n_wolff Roscoe is the only one who understands me for real 😭

roscoelovescoco Petition for an invitation next time you go to the studio

↳y/n_wolff I swear I sent one, it must've got lost on the way 🥹 the pigeon dropped it or something

roscoelovescoco Still using pigeons? That's not very vegan of you...

y/n_wolff Hey! I pay them, alright? If they didn't want to, they wouldn't do this job...

y/n_wolff (hey everyone this is a joke obv)

username3 Imagine what will happen when the haters see this comment section lol

mercedesamgf1 Can't wait to hear it ❤️

↳y/n_wolff 🫶

oscarpiastri Look at that last pic of Y/n with Lando

↳landonorris fuck you if I was an animal i wouldn't be a cat

y/n_wolff Right, you'd be a worm.

landonorris would you guys still love me if I was a worm?

oscarpiastri No

y/n_wolff No

username1 May this be a love song 🤞I need to her one from Y/n after her terrible breakup last year

↳username2 She had a boyfriend last year??

username1 Yeah, we don't know anything about him besides the fact that he broke her heart... Poor girl deserves some true love

username2 Was it a driver?

username1 I highly doubt it, they wouldn't be able to keep it so private

alex_albon Pls make it singable on track

↳y/n_wolff 😬 well...

alex_albon Y/n...

y/n_wolff It's a love song...

username4 SHE ADMITTED!! IT'S A LOVE SONG!!

↳username5 Our girl is in love again 😭

username4 I just hope he treats her better than her ex. Otherwise imma need to talk to him

maxverstappen1 If you like cats so much you should come over sometime

↳username4 Cats rizz 💀

↳username2 No cuz Max has had a crush on Y/n for so long now and I'd love to see them together

↳y/n_wolff You're a few weeks too late 😂🙈

username3 EXCUSE ME I NEED TO KNOW WHO THE MAN IS

username5 Me too, I just wanna talk... *cracking fingers*

y/n_wolff The one I prayed for out now, let me know your thoughts 🩷🕊️

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georgerussell63 Since when are you so religious?🤨

↳y/n_wolff He changed me ❤️

oscarpiastri Great, another song Lando will make me unwillingly listen to

↳y/n_wolff You love my music, don't lie

landonorris yes he does

oscarpiastri Alright, I know a few songs

y/n_wolff A few songs my ass, I saw that iconic interview where you and Lando sing my songs

landonorris he will never admit it but he was a fan YEARS before he got into f1 and met you

y/n_wolff Not like I stalk his Twitter but I saw a post from 2019 about me, it had like 5 likes and Oscar was one of them lmao

landonorris i knew you had daddy issues but are you okay?

↳y/n_wolff Yeah why?? Wtf??

landonorris well after hearing this song I'm not

username1 "They may judge the age we are, the differences they see, but love knows not of boundaries, it only seeks to be free" MY GIRL IS A POET 😭

username2 I'm not ready to meet this man after hearing "He's walked through fire, faced his fears, but in his heart, there's room for tears" 😭

carmenmmundt Truly in love with the lyrics, they're out of this world, out of this century

↳y/n_wolff Thank you love 🥹

lewishamilton The chorus got me in a chokehold💜

↳y/n_wolff He's the one I prayed for, in the dead of night, a love like ours, hidden from sight. If people knew, they'd say it's wrong, but in his arms I belong🥹

↳username4 What is Lewis doing here...?

username5 Chill, he drives for Mercedes. George also commented in case you didn't notice

username3 Lyrics so beautiful miss girl was born in the wrong generation

↳username2 fr it sounds straight from 20th century poetry, she's too pure for the age of quick tinder hookups

username6 I knew what her father was like but damn...that song screams daddy issues...

↳username7 Y/n said music is her therapy, that's just how she chooses to express her emotions

username8 When are we going to talk about this part of the lyrics?? "In his eyes, reflections of victory, every triumph and mystery. He's raced through life, faced every curve"?? THIS HAS TO BE ABOUT A DRIVER

↳username9 Y/N AND MAX???

username10 me when I'm delusional

↳username11 I wish it was about Max, but it's certainly about an older guy. I mean, Max is a few years older than Y/n, but the song feels like the guy is in his 30s

lewishamilton Summer break = days spent at the beach

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username1 Sir Lewis Hamilton casually adding his boss' daughter to his vacation pics 🤨

↳username2 fr did he think we wouldn't notice?

georgerussell63 Blink twice if Y/n forced you to post the last photo

↳lewishamilton She kindly asked and I agreed.

y/n_wolff Exactly. That's what I do. I ask. Kindly.

username3 SO HER SONG IS ABOUT HIM??

↳username4 Seems like it 🥹

username3 idk how I feel about it tbh... she's too young for him

username5 Yeah imo she'd be better with Max

username4 Shut the hell up guys, let them be happy, there must be a reason they're together

landonorris that's called soft launching, did you know that?

↳y/n_wolff Wdym?? We're just team bonding during the summer break

georgerussell63 Then why wasn't I at the team bonding?

y/n_wolff Uhhhh I'll call you back later, I'm driving through a tunnel 😬

username6 She's too young for him, will have her fun and move onto the next guy (Max?)

↳username7 You're the reason why so many celebs prefer to keep their relationships a secret

username8 WHAT DID TOTO SAY??

↳username6 Does he even know? 💀 AFAIK he doesn't have social media

username8 But it's impossible that he wouldn't know, right...?

y/n_wolff I love you but what is this basic caption?😭

↳lewishamilton I'd rather like to focus on how pretty you look

y/n_wolff I LOVE YOU 😭

landonorris simp

y/n_wolff Stfu Lando, you wish you could hang out with us at the beach

username3 Lmao didn't expect Lando calling the 7 times world champion a simp but here we are

username9 Okay guys but... The girlfriend effect? How will the girlfriend effect work in this case if Lewis is a fashion icon already?

↳username10 There must be a way for an upgrade, there always is

y/n_wolff Sorry, he's all perfect already🫶I guess the gf effect only applies to boys and my man is a real man🗡

maxverstappen1 Have fun ☀️ see you back on track soon

↳username6 Something doesn't feels right seeing Max in this comment section...

username10 Get your shit together, him and Y/n never had a thing, y'all made it all up based on one interview Max gave years ago

mercedesamgf1 🌞😎

y/n_wolff He's the one I prayed for

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lewishamilton I love you babe but what is this basic caption?

↳y/n_wolff You're learning from the best, I see

georgerussell63 Good to know you're still team bonding 👍

↳y/n_wolff Yeah, we bonded really hard last night😌

georgerussell63 TMI

oscarpiastri The last pic 🤓

↳landonorris she's getting bold isn't she

y/n_wolff I don't have reasons to be shy tho, do I?

landonorris girl made one good song and made it her whole personality

↳y/n_wolff This is girlhood, you'd never get it

landonorris btw this is hard launching but in a 'we don't give a fuck' way

↳y/n_wolff Well, we don't 🤷‍♀️

username1 WHAT HAPPENED TO THE LITTLE Y/N😭

↳username2 She grew up 😭

username3 I love how nonchalant they're about it

carmenmmundt Someone's been working out🤭

↳y/n_wolff Now I have a personal trainer 😌

username4 WHAT DID TOTO SAY??

↳username5 Bet we're gonna see much more of smashing his headset after the break

username6 How is she so casual about it? We just found out she's dating LEWIS MF HAMILTON and she's acting like that's nothing

↳username3 I guess it is 'nothing' for her, she's known Lewis since she was really young

username7 That's what's giving me the biggest ick because this man has known her since she was an early teen and suddenly decided to date her?

username3 Yeah but she's in her 20s now, she's a consenting adult

username7 That's not normal, this is the definition of grooming

username3 I'm sorry I'm too european for your bullshit

username8 Lewis said fuck it I'm going to Ferrari next year anyway, might as well shoot my shot 💀

username9 Max Verstappen has been really silent

↳username10 Now he'll compete with Lewis not only for the championship but also for Y/n 😂

username9 It would be such a win

username11 Can y'all MaxY/n shippers shut up? I swear y'all are worse than Lestappen shippers

y/n_wolff Roscoe working hard while his dad socializes with his grandpaw 🥳

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username1 I didn't even realize now that Y/n and Lewis are together it means Toto is Roscoe's grandpaw 😭

georgerussell63 Working hard or hardly working?

↳y/n_wolff No comment...

landonorris really shocked to see toto still gets along with lew

↳username2 Lando saying what we all think lol

↳y/n_wolff Dad was actually happy!!

landonorris does he hope you'll convince lew to stay in mercedes?

y/n_wolff How am I supposed to know 🤷‍♀️ you go talk to him

oscarpiastri New songs when?

↳y/n_wolff Soon!! (I haven't started working on them)

username2 I'm actually happy to see them happy and that Toto accepts Lewis as Y/n's boyfriend

↳username3 It's still weird 💀 imagine calling a 40 year old your 'boyfriend'

username2 People are allowed to find love at any age

username3 Lewis is closer in age to Toto than to Y/n

username2 And? Y/n isn't a child, she's a grown woman, if Lewis is what she wants, who are we to judge?

username3 It's just icky... It's not gonna last long

username4 I still can't stop thinking what could be if Y/n was dating Max 🥹

↳username5 fr my dream couple

username6 Y'all see how Y/n predicted people's reaction in her song? "If people knew, they'd say it's wrong" and y'all can't stop yapping about imaginary grooming or what her and Max could've been

↳username7 Girl should've kept it a secret, I feel sorry for them 🥲

↳username8 But in his arms I belong

y/n_wolff Okay everybody, I didn't want to talk about it, but you give me no choice. Lewis and I are in love, there was no grooming involved, I make my own decisions. I really wanted to cherish our love with my new music, but you make me re-think it. I don't feel excited to share our love with you anymore.

↳lewishamilton Don't worry about them darling ❤️

↳danielricciardo FEA

↳landonorris You have our support guys

↳oscarpiastri Don't let these comments get to you, they don't matter

↳georgerussell63 I know I usually act like a snappy older brother, but I love to see you happy (even if Lewis is the reason)

↳maxverstappen1 Haters are always gonna hate, but they don't deserve your attention

#f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula 1 x reader #F1 smau #Formula one smau #lewis hamilton smau #lewis hamilton social media au #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton imagine

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whore-crusher · 6 months

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securitywaiter headcanons

here are some of my personal securitywaiter headcanons ^_^ please feel free to reblog with any of your personal headcanons as i would love to here some new ones!!

Whenever they go out on dates Ness always tries to pay. Mike and him get into small arguments over it but Ness never lets Mike pay since he knows that he doesn't have much money.

Before they started dating, Ness began babysitting Abby since Mike no longer had Max to rely on. Sometimes if Ness is working nights he'll bring Abby to the dinner and give her free food.

Every night Ness tells Mike he's going to go read Abby a "bedtime story" but in reality is just sharing an insane theory with her (essentially if you were watching a gametheory before bed but matpat is inside of your room).

Whenever Abby has a parent-teacher conference both Ness and Mike show up.

Ness' love language is physical affection and gifting while Mike's are acts of service and quality time.

Ness and Mike are literally the over-energetic autistic x exhausted autistic trope.

Mike loves hearing Ness talk and asks him to ramble about whatever is on his mind a lot whenever he needs background noise.

Ness owns two cats named Candy and Cindy (reference to FNAC) that he brought with him when he moved in with Mike

#securitywaiter #dreamtheory #mike schmidt x ness #mike x ness #ness the waiter #mike schmidt #fnaf movie #i love them

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imagine-silk · 10 months

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Cld I req platonic!yan!Peter b Parker with a teenage civilian reader? Maybe they babysit mayday 4 him and he starts seeing the kid as one of his own and kinda kidnaps them

Define kidnap

You are a high school senior trying to save up for life. Not even college because it's not something that would work out for you given housing, time, and direction. So living with your family and throwing money on the table with everyone else was the way to go.

Peter has the dual job of being Spiderman across universes and as much as MJ doesn't really worry for Mayday's safety overall she would like her to have an understanding of normal civilian life. So he can't take her around all the time.

MJ has a job, she is not a stay at home mom and there is no take your kid to work option. Mayday is too young for any kind of school and before all of that Mayday has the toddlers separation anxiety.

They need to have her taken care of while making sure she doesn't have a breakdown. Hence, you.

They go through a few people before landing on you. Because you are such a good fit for times and Mayday you make a place for yourself pretty quickly.

The point of no return was the day you spent the night. The first of many. Peter got stuck cleaning up a multidimensional mess and MJ got stuck at work. Because you didn't call either of them they assumed the other was home. When they got home they asked why you were still there and you simply said you knew they were busy so you didn't want to bother. It was two in the morning so they let you stay and even dropped you off at the station.

After, you assured that your parents weren't concerned. To you you were saying they trusted you to be safe and responsible. What they heard was your parents didn't pay attention to you, something that was half true.

It was a soft change.

They started asking you more questions about your life to the point you just told them anything they asked with no reservations. About the girl who sat behind you that you thought was super cute. About your general distaste for corporate jobs. About your brother's disrespectful attitude with no consequences.

You started staying longer, long enough to stay after dinner. Something you questioned at first but it was brushed off by saying it was to make putting Mayday down easier. It became harder and harder to leave before dark and it would be bad if something happened to you on your way home.

Their manipulation has no malice, they genuinely want what's best for you.

Peter brings up the idea first. "What if they just don't go home?" MJ wasn't onboard. Until you came a few days later with a bruise and a split lip. It was a stupid accident of you literally running into a pole but no one ever took that explanation.

MJ is the one to ask you to basically be a live in help after you graduate and gives you a soft smile after you politely decline. The guest room is always there if you need to stay for any reason. And the day you graduate they have a little party for you, give you a crown and everything.

You're not locked in, you're just not given much chance to leave.

The only time you will be locked in is if Peter deems it's not safe for you to go home. A little dark outside? That's fine, he'll walk you to the station. Family stressing you out? He'll trust you'll tough it out. Real danger is Scorpion on the loose or a new tech company hiring interns fresh from high school.

As time goes on Mayday is starting to expect you there to the point if you're gone too long she'll drop in mood and when you come back she won't leave you alone.

As far as the Spiderman stuff goes, you find out when there's a villain on the street he doesn't know how to deal with yet so he plucks you off the street and takes you to his house. He asks MJ to keep you there and she does. You have already become an important part of the family to them and to you so it's something you just take in stride.

All in all they won't force you to stay. But sometimes there is melatonin in your drink. Sometimes they come home late. Sometimes the weather is shit. Sometimes Mayday won't stop crying. Sometimes you can't find your bag.

How long have you stayed?

#yandere #platonic yandere #atsv #peter b. parker #mary jane parker #mayday parker #ask and you shall receive #marvel #yandere spiderman #soft yandere

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hockeyrat · 4 months

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Rodrick Heffley blabs

(Is blabs the word? I don’t remember. Haven’t done this in a while)

(gif by @ghostin & @froggy-edits )

(Friends/Dating Preferences. SFW!)

If you fell asleep at his house, for any reason, he would wake you up by sticking his drumstick up your nose.

He would give up on his eyeliner halfway through doing it and start begging you to do it, just completely sobbing for you to do it for him until you finally agree to it.

Rodrick would not have enough money for a date night so you two would just sit in his room and he would play you his new songs, they all sucked but it was better than nothing.

Susan would make you two babysit Greg or Manny so she wouldn’t have to pay a babysitter but at the end of it, The two of you would be making out on the couch.

He would absolutely hate cuddling unless you were sick or upset. If you were sick, he would literally drag you into bed before trying to make you soup then burning it.

After one of his bandmates left, he would try and teach you how to play the guitar. He would stand behind you with his hands around your waist as you tried to play the right strings.

You would try and help him with as much of his homework but would get distracted halfway through and start complimenting you so he didn’t have to do anymore work.

His notebooks/hands would constantly be covered in little hearts with the both of your initials but he would never admit that to you.

Rodrick would get jealous/angry with you if you came over and spent more time with his family than with him.

#rodrick heffley #rodrick x reader #diary of a wimpy kid rodrick #diary of a wimpy kid #x reader

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marilynthornhilllover · 30 days

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Just a little bit Colder

Mean!Vanessa shelly x fem!Reader

Warning: smut, bathroom sex, use of vibrator, clitoral play, cunniligus ( literally 2 licks) , enemies to lovers, hate sex, degradation at the finest, slight praise kink, mommy kink, sucking of nipples, choking and slapping kink, smoking of cigarettes, pet names, age gap, slight spanking, hair pulling, mean vanessa, orgasm denial, naive reader etc the list terribly goes on.

You and Mike had been friends for quite some time. The both of you first met eachother at a Cafe that you once worked at, one morning abby his younger sister was having a little tantrum because Mike didn't want to buy her Lemon donuts, being the generous person that you were you offered to purchase them for her out of your pocket money.

Obviously Mike refused, thanking you for the kind gesture but the little girl just wouldn't stop fussing. About one decade or eternity later she left him with no other option than to take up your offer. The both of you exchange numbers and they left the Cafe.

Now that was about two months ago. You never heard back from Mike. Not that you wanted too. It's just a little small conversation would be nice. You brushed it off as nothing and carried on with your life. Mike was not your type to begin with and the both of you were the same age, and you had a thing for older people.

You were at your friends house for her brother birthday party when you heard a notification from your phone. You glanced at the screen to see a pop up message from Mike.

It read : sorry to ask such a big favor of you so late, especially how we don't really know eachother quite well, but guessing by the gesture you made the other day I hope your a kind person. Would you mind watching my little sister tomorrow at 7am, I have a little mission at the station and it's gonna take all day and I don't wanna leave her home unattended.... please?

You sighed gently before pushing your phone back into your pocket. It's not that you didn't want to, or that you had a problem with babysitting his little sister, the poor guy just needs a hand. But there's no way your gonna get up at 7 am in the morning just to watch some dudes sister for the entire day.

You had other things to do and places to be. You tried your best to enjoy the rest of the night but your phone just kept going off, drawing your friends attention to you.

" who's messaging you so much y/n" asked one of your close friend ava. You flashed her a annoyed face before pulling out your phone from your back pocket. Again a pop up message read.

" please, I'll even pay you if you'd like"

You groaned softly before typing out a quick response.

" I'll think about it and message you in the morning, I'm busy right now, just like you I also have a busy life" if it sounded harsh then that's because you intended it to sound harsh. You pushed your friend playfully back into the party mood as the both of you danced your souls away for the rest of the night.

After you got home you undressed and took a quick shower. As you were doing your skincare routine your phone dinged again. You huffed glancing down at what he had to say this time.

" 300$ and I'll add a 50 if I'm late after work, it's your time really and I'd appreciate it" you sighed, at this point you gaved in. Once more you texted a quick reply before entering your room to dry off.

" I'll be there as early as I can *smilie face emoji* ".

The next morning you groaned as the sun light kissed you from behind the curtains. sighing you took a slight glance at your alarm clock.

9: 45 A.M

You practically flew from your bed, your duvet quickly being abandoned on the floor. You checked your phone to see four missed calls from Mike and three pop up messages asking where you were and if your still on. You mutter shit over and over again before dashing into the shower. After getting ready you tried calling Mike but there were zero response.

It's either he turned off his phone or he blocked your number.

You checked your chat to see if he had sent you his location before quickly driving over to his place.

You pulled up in his driveway and parked your car. You fixed your hair and lip gloss before walking up to the door and knocking gently. Your mind wondered off as you tried to come up with excuses to tell Mike as to why you were late, or after all his car wasn't in the driveway so you diverted your mind to ways in which you can try trick a little girl into thinking you weren't a completely bad person for showing up late.

You were snapped out of your trance when the door flew open. You averted your eyes to the person infront of you. Standing infront of you was a very, very good looking blonde hair lady dressed in police clothes. She was a slight dirty blonde, crystal blue eyes and a nice fucking body shape. Her facial expression however spoke for itself.... it wasn't as pleasant as she seem to appear.

" yes?" Her voice was warm, welcoming, yet so cold and bitter as if she was someones old grummy grandfather who already accepted his fate and wanted to go out to this world. Your words got caught in your throat as you took a step back away from her. It's as if all of the air was pushed out of your lungs.

You didn't want to be viewed as some creep so you quickly answered.

" um, i- uh I'm here for abby" you spoke, looking behind her to see the young girl on the sofa with another young girl playing with dolls and stuff animals. You gaze went back to the blonde woman infront of you when she stepped down onto the step below you and closed the door. At this rate she was just centimeters away from your lips.

You could feel her hot breath tickle the hairs on your neck as she loomed over you by perhaps two inches.

" you better explain yourself properly young lady before I arrest you, for trespassing and attempt of kidnap of a minor" she spoke, her hand reaching for her gun slightly. You'd be lying if you said she didn't look hot right now. A slight hair strand blowing in her face, eyebrows stressed together and lips perched together closely.

" trespassing? Fucking kidnap? Who are you judge judy? Look Mike had asked me last night if I could watch Abby for him today, I woke up late and he's not answering his phone, I don't know what hero your try'na play, or who you are but you need to chill, it doesn't suit you" the woman's expression changed by the Slightest with her lip curving into a thin smirk but it didn't soften.

She stepped back up on the door step and pulled out her phone, she dialed some numbers before the Phone began ringing. She eyed you suspiciously before Turning around just as the person picked up.

" hi, yeah mike- no nothings wrong abbys fine. Look there's some girl at your door, claiming" she air quotes the word before sneaking a sheer glance at you before turing back around. " that she's here to babysit Abby" she pauses for a moment while nodding before hanging up. She opens the door and turns her body side ways for you to enter.

Her eyes undressed your body and your choice of clothing as you entered. Just before you could step foot over the line of the door, her hand grapped your stomach and brought you close towards her chest.

" did you forget the occasion or were you originally planning to go to a strip club for some extra cash?" She asked, again you couldn't breathe. She was toxic, like a drug. Her scent was luring. It's like everything about this woman was a trap. She's to good to be true. You removed her hand from your stomach noticing that her hands are vainy. You gulped as you tried your best to suppress the moan that was itching to be realesed from your throat.

You waved at abby and her friend as they made their way inside of Abbys room to continue playing with their dolls. You turned around to look at the woman slowly sipping her coffee as she stared at you intensely. You cringed as you placed both your hands on your hips.

You averted your gaze away from hers, looking around the house you noticed that it wasn't bad. It was quite very modern and slightly fancy, it was small but the coziness of it definitely won over that speculation. You turned back around and to your surprise the blondie was smoking, you sighed as walked up to her. Her eyes immediately locked on yours, so hooded and lingering, filled with what seems to be lust and desire.

" look little girl, if your here to annoy me, just go home, I mean your presence isn't even needed here, abby has me. She surely doesn't need a slut to take care of her i mean come on-" you zoned out, your face showing pure disbelief as you felt utter disrespect. What did she just call you?.... you felt your body shake with rage as your jaw tensed. You were the type of person to have watery eyes when you were angry.

You looked at her badge and saw her name.

" how about you go fuck yourself vanessa, mhm how about that. And who are you to call me a fucking slut? Atleast you've never fucked me. You know what I'll leave and make sure you explain in perfect detail to mike why I left, you little shit" you stormed into the bathroom in a way of trying to calm your nerves.

After some time the door to the bathroom opened and closed. You looked into the mirror only to make eye contact with Vanessa. Before either of you could utter a word to eachother she grabbed your hair from behind forcing you to arch your back as her chest pressed against your back.

You let out a soft whimper looking up at her through the mirror, teary-eyed. Her eyes were dark and sultry as they bore into your soul setting you on fire. She brought her lips close to your ear and her tongue gently licked your earlobe before pulling it into her mouth and sucking on it before her hand that wasn't occupied in your hair travled down your body.

" vanny please-" at this point you could feel as your moral side betray you. your mind went completely fuzzy, your body yearned for her touch, her touch, the touch of the devil herself.

" begging already sweetie, thought you told me to go fuck myself, now you want mommy to fuck you? Is that it?" She asked tugging on your hair harshly, you moaned as your eyes rolled back slightly when her cold finger tips brushed against your clothed cunt.

" so desperate for mommy.... I asked a question slut, do you want me to fuck you" her tone was harsh and demanding as she spanked your ass before rubbing it slightly after you cried out. Making eye contact with her again you noticed she had something in the pocket of her police vest. Something rather bulged and purple colored.

You breath hitched as you groaned in desperation rubbing your thighs together for relief. Upon noticing this vanessa smiled before spanking you again which naturally caused you to reopen your legs, giving her the perfect access needed to get to your cunt. She used her hands to pull down your tank top exposing your breast to her as your nipples erected from the temperature in the room.

You turned your body around swiftly connecting your lips with hers in a heated kiss, as if the bathroom wasn't humid already. Vanessa smirked against your lips as she listened to the whiny sounds you made in attempt to get up onto the counter. She tapped your legs, a way of telling you to jump in which you did before she gently placed you onto the counter.

She pulled away from the kiss leaving a small bridge of saliva from your mouth back to hers. She hitched your skirt up around your abdomen, eyes flicking back up to yours. She watched as you nodded and bit your bottom lip before she proceeded to kneel.

Her tongue ran over the areas of your inner thighs causing you to slightly shiver, your head falling back against the mirror. She smirked before grabbing the hemming of your lace panties - God you really came prepared for her to fuck you. She pulled your panties to the side while still maintaining her mission on leaving only marks for her to see inside of your thighs.

The cold air on your cunt was driving you crazy, you needed her so unbelievably bad, you've had sex with other women but none has come close to making you feel how vanessa is currently making you feel - as if you were floating to a place far, far away where the two of you would be able to fuck forever.

Your fingers intertwined in her golden locks, pulling her face towards your cunt but vanessa was quick, she immediately pulled alway before coming face to face with you. Her eyes were lidded and not a sheer piece of mercy was evident in them. Her gaze dropped to your breast before returning to your eyes.

Again with that Goddam smirk. You gasped as she latched her mouth onto your left nipple, your head fell back as your eyes closed in utter pleasure. You felt as her cold finger tips wonder down your belly, mound then slowly as they crept all the way down to your slit before sandwiching two fingers into your slit as slightly stretched your hole without thrusting her fingers into you.

" oh god- fuck- vanessa please" your moan was soft and breathy as it almost came out as a whisper or a plea. Vanessa's tongue continued to suck horrendously on your small bud as her tongue swirled and poked at it now and then. She chuckled darkly feeling your hips lift in attempt to reach or receive some sort of friction or pleasesure.

" such a good girl mommy" she muttered before releasing your bud with a small ' pop' sound. She gaved you a sinister look before her finger tip began to rub tight , fast circles around your clit. Again your head fell back, grabbing her biceps your back arched off the counter slightly as you lost all control to your moral self, every single ounce of self respect that was left in you.

Vanessa now owned you and your mind, you were now hers.

She could feel as your pussy covered her finger in a new layer of wetness. She watched as your thighs trembled slightly. She gazed up at you but your eyes were already focused on her slender fingers rubbing big circles on your puffy bud. Your skin was drenched in sweat as your chest rised and fell with every breath you took. Feeling your oragsm quickly approaching.

An idea popped into her head and she immediately followed suit. She wanted to see, really how far you'd go for her. She stopped fingering your clit and slid that same finger down to your aching hole before teasing you by circling around it very, very slowly almost not even moving at all.

She chuckled as she felt you clench around nothing.

" Pleasepleaseplease" you whispered as a prayer. She leaned down towards your neck, slowly leaving open mouthed kisses down your drenched skin and your collarbone, causing you to shiver. It's safe to say that you were an absolute raging needy whore for her and only her.

Her hot breath tortured your neck as she spoke up" what do you want my love? Use your words" she husked, her voice deep and husky, slowly draining you of all you sanity. Suddenly you felt as she thrusted two fingers into your cunt, curling her fingers at the right spot as your gummy walls clamped down on her fingers, greedily begging her to stay.

You eyes rolled back as you let out a pornographic moan. Again she removed her fingers from you hole causing you to sigh in utter frustration. At this point you were getting fed up, you wanted what you wanted and she wasn't giving you what she said she'd provide.

" fuck! Would you just fuck me already bitch!" You realized what had just come out of your mouth when vanessa entire face went dark. Her pupils completely delayed. You couldn't read her expressions or even break down what could possibly be thinking. You've never regretted anything in your life more than this moment.

"I'm sor-" before you could finish your sentence you felt a hot stink across your cheek. You turned to look at vanessa, shocked. Did she just... slap you..... you'd probably slap her back but God it just made you get wetter.

" do it again" Vanessa's eyebrow quirked as a slight curve appeared on her lips but just as fast as it appeared it disappeared. Her hand came down again on your cheek causing you to whimper. You felt as her hand gripped your neck in a rather harsh manner. She brought your face closer to hers, lips inches around.

This woman would be the death of you.

Not only was she older by twelve years, she's blonde, has blue eyes, a hot cop and she's rough.

Her hands squeezed your cheeks, snapping you out of your trance. You definitely ignited something mysterious within her, another side that you were longing to see. To feel .

" do not fuck with me little girl. I will fuck you up" her voice crack a little and you tried - you really tried with every cell in your body not to laugh but just your human. Vanessa tightened her grip around your neck and slammed your head against the mirror causing you to moan.

" you take me for a joke? That's what it is? I'll show you the real joke" although you had no clue what she meant you had the perfect idea what she was referring too. Vanessa got up and unzipped her pocket, she pulled out a small shiny pink circle looking object before kneeling again. You felt as her tongue flicked up and down your slit twice before the small object slipped into you.

" get dressed" she demanded and you just compiled. After fixing your clothing as best as possible. you exited after her to find abby and her friend eating Mac and cheese and Mike standing in the kitchen making bacon and grilled cheese sandwich. You froze.

Vanessa was already sitting at the dinner table smoking a cigarette as if nothing had just happened. When she looked eyes on you she immediately averted them back towards mike. She cleared her throat mike turned around to face Vanessa before glancing up at you. He smiled softly.

" hi y/n! So glad you made it, I trust that you two have been getting along?" You nodded and he smiled before glancing over at vanessa who was breathing smoke through her nose, eyes fixed on you, making you shiver as you quickly look away. She left you so needy and destroyed begging for her mercy.

Poor Mike, only if he knew what went down in his bathroom. The sinful Arora he would smell if he were to enter it now. The sweat of the counter, fog on the glass. The smell of sex would haunt him forever.

" I know how...well... unreasonable vanessa can be at time, anyway I came home early for lunch so I thought I'd make us some, wanna stay for some?" He asked and that's when you felt it. The vibrations, the intense shocking in your vagina. You grabbed onto the counter as you let out a small mouth which you covered up as a groan.

" sorry. Its just Cramps. girl stuff" Mike nodded in understanding.

" let me get you my mom's old hot water and jel compress" he said before he left to go into the bedroom. You felt Vanessa's piercing gaze. Gazing over at her you both locked together in a trance. She winked at you just as Mike returned. You thanked him and he went back to cooking.

Neither of you broke your gazes. You knew things were about to get heated as she secretly showed you her phone with the vibrators settings. Your chest continued to rise and fall as the ache between your legs only continued to grew. Vanessa shelly will be the death of you.

#fnaf vanny #vanessa shelly #five nights at freddy's #wlw fanfic #wlw smut #babysiter smut #marilynthornhilllover fanfics #wlw police office smut #Spotify

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rogerswifesblog · 1 year

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My character is hired as a maid for the Thrombey home. Ransom takes an interest in her, she’s a challenge for him, refusing his “requests” yet she subtly teases him. Until he’s had enough and makes his move.

Ransom😩😍 sorry for taking so long love<3 I hope you’ll like it<3

Breaking point

Warnings: masturbation [ f & m ], voyeurism, exhibitionism, implied oral [ m receiving ], fingering, kinda wife kink? But not really

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

The five times Ransom held back and the one time he didn’t.

He was no kid.

He was a grown ass man, not being able to take care of himself? You couldn’t believe Linda didn’t tell you this little detail. It’s not like you wouldn’t do it-because you totally would-they’d pay you a lot of money.

You should’ve suspected they had a reason to pay this much, for literally living with their son.

As soon as Ransom had seen you, he couldn’t stop himself from approaching you, caging you against the fridge. “Hey, Darl-“ “Great, you must be Hugh, the son I’m going to babysit for the next month,” you said, pushing him away and once again finishing what you’ve been doing.

He looked slightly offended.

“You won’t be babysitting me, you’re here to take care of my house. Not me.” You hummed quietly, shaking your head slightly about his words. “I’ll be cooking, cleaning-including your laundry-and how your mother had phrased it taking care of her son, sounds very much like babysitting. Now please go sit at the table and I’ll make you something to eat, boy,” you said sweetly, patting his chest gently.

He huffed, but did as told-which actually surprised the both of you. Normally he’d definitely wouldn’t have listened to anyone.

While you paced around the kitchen, Ransom’s eyes didn’t leave your body, not even for a second. “But I am still your boss, right?” He asked, making you roll your eyes. He wasn’t wrong.

But It didn’t mean you had to be friends with him-you didn’t even need to really interact with him. He wasn’t the one who paid you. It was his mother.

“Yes, of course you are, Mr Drysdale,” you mumbled sweetly, turning around and starting to set the table for him. Of course he noticed the lack of your plate. “Join me, darling,” said the man.

Just in time you stopped the sigh, that nearly escaped your lips.

Maybe you shouldn’t have taken the job.

After a few days Ransom started to accept your ignorance to his flirting-it annoyed him, but he decided to leave you alone. Well. It didn’t mean he wasn’t allowed to look.

You found a package on your bed, just waiting for you to open it, even though you hadn’t ordered anything. Maybe it was a mistake?

But as soon as you opened the package you knew it definitely was not a mistake.

That bastard of a manchild.

Just as you wanted to confront Ransom, you decided otherwise. If he wanted to play a game…you’d do it even better.

Putting on the clothes Ransom had bought you, you grabbed the clean laundry and went to the living room, where you knew he’d be. Without saying anything you started folding his soft sweaters on the couch next to him.

It only took him a few seconds to realize what you were wearing.

And-

He hadn’t expected for you to just do it. Without having said a word? No protest?

You felt slightly exposed, wearing this outfit; a short maid uniform, which was closer to a erotic costume than a real uniform. It was short, only covering the top of your thighs, probably showing your butt if you bend down to pick something up. Your legs were covered with long, white stockings and your arms in white gloves. The worst part were the shoes-god damn high heels.

You’d definitely made Ransom regret ordering these clothes. You already planned to step accidentally on his foot.

“Mr Drysdale, where would you like me to put your sweaters?” You asked sweetly, coming closer, till your legs were nearly between his massive thighs, that he spreaded even further.

You had to admit he was an attractive man.

Maybe you could sit on his thigh? Just one time and never again? For a moment you lost yourself in these thoughts, which Ransom noticed.

“Is there anything you’d like to do, besides folding these sweaters?” He grinned, letting his gaze slide along your body, looking at your lips for a moment longer than necessary.

You held back a cocky smirk. “Of course, Mr Drysdale,” saying that, you put the sweaters aside, pulling your hair in a ponytail, while Ransom pinched his thigh, just to make sure he wasn’t dreaming-he definitely wasn’t.

With a teasing smile on your lips, you lowered yourself on your knees, holding onto his thighs for support, which he spread even wider, slowly sliding closer to you.

His hand was already on his belt, opening it, when you bent down lower, pulling out the TV remote from under the couch, that had fallen under it. Your gaze fell onto his crotch, where he could already feel himself twitch, gasping shockingly. “Mr Drysdale!” You stood up, taking a few steps back. For a moment Ransom felt his blood run cold.

He may be an ass, but he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. Did he really misunderstood it all?

But the mischievous smirk creeping onto your lips told him otherwise. You did it on purpose.

As quick as the smirk had appeared, it was already gone and replaced with your sweet smile. “You asked me what I wanted to do-I’d just like to watch some TV. I had a long day.” With that, you sat down next to him.

He definitely regretted buying you this outfit, when you put your legs over the armrest, making the skirt look even shorter.

He wanted to touch you so badly…

But he couldn’t.

And he shouldn’t be even thinking about it.

And you wanted to see how far you could go till he snapped.

The next couple of days seemed different, very different.

Something between the two of you had shifted after he had ordered the uniform. Normally you had left your room, only when needed. But now it’s like you were everywhere.

Ransom couldn’t look up from anywhere without seeing your or at least your reflection. You were currently vacuuming the living room, where he had been reading a book. His concentration was on you, as soon as you walked into the room.

Bending slightly forward to have a better grip and access, you started vacuuming the room, like you always did. Normally you had always tried to avoid Ransom, doing every task in the other rooms, where he wasn’t sitting around-but this changed.

Ransom looked up for just a second-and he felt his breath hitch. He could see your panties.

Your little panties, barely covering your crotch-if he tried, he’d probably be able to make out the outline of your pussy. Why the hell did he think this was a good idea? Well, he definitely enjoyed the view, but it didn’t help his throbbing dick that he had to take care of.

Every. Single. Night.

It would be much better if he could just bury himself in your hot, wet- “Ransom? Mr Drysdale?” Your sweet voice interrupted his inappropriate thoughts. “Yes? What did you say?” Asked the man, feeling his blood rush to his cheeks, making him blush. He hadn’t even noticed when you had turned off the vacuum cleaner.

There was that smirk again.

“I asked if you wanted something for your thirst, maybe something hot?” He really wasn’t sure if he imagined the double meaning of your words or if you said it on purpose. Especially when you stepped closer, making him look up at you-even though his gaze lingered on your thighs for a few seconds more. “Yes, I’d like that, darling. I’m very thirsty,” mumbled the man, gently letting his fingertips caress your stocking clad leg.

“Great, I’ll make you a tea, Ransom,” with a wink you pat his shoulder, before turning around and leaving the living room.

He could literally combust.

The next time his frustration grew even more was when you had a free weekend and decided to go out with your friends.

He had only seen you for a few minutes, before you left the house with a don't wait up for me, I have plans for tonight. And of course he waited, even though he really hadn’t planned on doing it-but when he saw you leave the house in such a revealing dress, he wanted to make sure you’d come back home, safely.

Also because he really would love to see that dress again. On the floor.

He waited.

And he waited.

And he nodded off around three a.m.

The door opening and closing woke him up. His gaze fell on his watch. It was nearly six in the morning. What the fuck.

Ransom walked to the door, watching you trying to take off your shoes. He could see your hair was a mess-so was your makeup. Your lipstick was smeared over your lips and chin, while your mascara seemed to have streamed down your cheeks and been wiped away quickly. But you seemed pretty…relaxed.

“What the hell happened to you?” Ransom's voice made you look up at him, slightly surprised seeing him. A little grin spread over your lips, while you stumbled into his arms, not only because of the rest of alcohol in your blood, but also because of your wobbly well-fucked legs.

His hands found your waist, pulling you unintentionally a bit closer.

“Nothing happened to me…nothing bad at least,” you mumbled, letting your gaze slide over his chest. You knew he was ripped. Huge muscles, covered by these soft sweaters…

“Come on, Ransom, have you never seen a well-fucked woman before? Hm…probably not,” you teased, letting go of him and stumbling a few steps away from him. He felt his hands twitch, wanting to grab you, pull you closer…rip the ridiculous thong you called underwear from your body, exposing you to him. Fuck you against the hallway wall-

He came a step closer, but not touching you. He couldn’t.

“If you’d had been well-fucked, you wouldn’t be still walking….” he stepped once again a bit closer. “That’s what I call fucking a woman well.” A smirk spread over your lips, when he heard your little gasp.

But your surprise quickly disappeared. “Good, I’ll tell my next fuck-buddy you said that, boss.” With that you were gone.

Ransom had to squeeze his dick for some relief.

The next day he watched you limb around the house, once again in that cute, little uniform, barely covering your ass. Making him breakfast, even though you probably slept a few hours. You’d be a great wife. Taking care of your husband. Him.

Ransom wanted to fuck you right then and there, right in the kitchen, while you were making food for him. He knew you’d take him so well. You wouldn’t say anything, just let him take you as he pleased. Letting him use you, filling you…a quiet moan escaped his lips when he pictured you, naked in the corner. He couldn’t think of breakfast.

“Everything okay, Mr Drysdale? You’re staring.” There was once again a little smirk on your lips, while you bent down to grab something from the fridge, showing him your white panties.

His blood rushed to his dick immediately, so quickly was actually surprised he didn’t faint. He was hard as a rock within seconds, feeling his cock throb in his sweatpants. Without looking down he knew there was a tent created visible in his pants, so he pulled the chair in front of himself.

“I just wanted to say…you can-” he cleared his throat. “You can take the day off. You had a long night.”

“Thank you, Mr Drysdale,” within a few minutes you had finished the breakfast, leaving Ransom and going to your room.

You didn’t close the door, leaving it a jar open, so anyone looking inside could see your bed.

Taking off all your clothes, intentionally leaving your panties on the hallway right before your door, you laid naked on your bed, with your vibrator in hand.

Within minutes you felt yourself getting wet, thinking about Ransom being able to look into your room anytime-it made you moan his name loudly.

Hearing steps by your door, you let your free hand grab your boobs, twirling your nipple and pulling slightly. A quiet moan made your grin. It didn’t come from you.

Ransom had grabbed the white material on the floor, not knowing what it was.

Then he realized two things.

First, These were the panties you had been wearing a few minutes ago.

Second, You were laying on the bed, naked and spread out for him to watch. His eyes were glued to your breasts, which you were grabbing and twisting your nipples. For a moment he also watched your face, twisted in pleasure.

But then he laid eyes on your glistening cunt. You were pumping your vibrator in your pussy, with a filthy squelch.

He hadn’t realized when he started stroking his own cock.

He really shouldn’t be doing this. But he couldn’t stop looking at your beautiful body.

A quiet moan escaped his lips and he stopped his movement, scared you’d have heard him-but you kept knowing.

He had no idea this was all your plan from the beginning.

Ransom couldn’t keep his eyes from you, while he stroked himself till he came, especially hearing you cry out his name when you came all over your vibrator and fingers. His orgasm rushed over him intensely enough, for him needing to support himself on the wall for a few seconds.

After you calmed down a bit more, cleaned up and put some clothes on, you walked to your door and smirked slightly.

Your panties were gone.

Ransom avoided you for the next couple of days, making you grin to yourself all the time.

Just like always you made Ransom breakfast, with a coffee and a piece of cake, you had baked the day before.

But this time you sat with him, in front of him, something you had never done before.

It was nice to not eat alone, so he didn’t complain. Maybe you felt the same need to sit with someone during a meal?

“Have you, maybe found something from my laundry in your clothes? I think I accidentally left something between your things,” you said, while eating your avocado toast. Ransom felt himself blush slightly. His first thought was your underwear. He had taken it with him, after coming all over it.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He drank a sip from his coffee-nearly spitting it out, when he felt your high heel press against his thigh. Uncontrollably he spread his legs a bit wider, looking down at his crotch, where he could already see your high heel, dangerously close to his dick.

His dick, which started to harden.

You were looking at him from under your eyelashes, nibbling at your toast. “Hmm…no? I could swear I’m missing something. Are you really sure you haven’t found anything?” You pressed against his throbbing dick, making him moan loudly.

He didn’t even hide it at this point. Not with you pressing against his cock, rubbing it till he was completely hard and twitching, leaking pre-cum.

“Hm, okay, maybe I was wrong. Thank you for your…honesty,” you smirked, pressing even stronger against his hard dick, making him tremble.

You ate your breakfast, never stopping rubbing his dick through his sweatpants. Ransom couldn’t concentrate on his food anymore, just enjoying the feeling of you.

And you couldn’t believe how calm he was. When would this man finally snap?

When his face scrunched up in please, you couldn’t stop yourself from grinning, watching the silent moan escaping him, when he spills in his boxershorts, quietly whispering your name.

Then you went on doing all your chores, like nothing happened.

You decided to take it a step further. How would he react now?

Doing all your chores, Ransom watched you, like he always did.

Only when you bend down did he realize something was different. Very, very different. He grabbed himself through his pants, squeezing his hard dick for some relief.

“You have to be kidding me,” he mumbled, stepping closer and grabbing your neck, pulling you against his chest. “You have to be fucking kidding me,” he whispered against your lips, before crashing his lips against yours in a bruising kiss, while his hand found it’s way to your bare core.

His fingers rubbed along your wet folds, before he sunk in, burying two fingers deep into your throbbing pussy, making you moan loudly. “I’ve been dreaming to do this-watching you walk around in this-god it made me crazy,” he mumbled against your neck, pumping his finger quickly into your squelching hole.

“I know you left your door open on purpose-having me watch you, huh? Did you like that? Knowing that I’m there, right behind your door, watching-listening how you moan my name?” His thumb rubbed over your clitoris, while you grabbed his sweater, pulling him in closer. “Yes-I did-I did it on purpose,” you whined in his ear, feeling yourself coming closer to the edge.

Just before you could come, he took his hand away and pulled you to the couch. “No, wait-” you mumbled, feeling the orgasm being ripped away from you.

“Don’t worry Darling. You’ll beg me to stop making you cum when I’m done with you,” said the man, pulling you over his lap, once again thrusting his fingers into your cunt, this time three of them. The burn of the stretch added to the pleasure, making you gasp loudly against his neck.

He kissed along your neck, pushing the strap of your dress from your shoulder, so he could have more room to kiss along your skin. Pushing the dress to reveal your breasts he suckled your nipples. He curled his fingers, hitting your g-spot perfectly.

A sudden orgasm rushed over you, making you squeeze around his fingers, while your juices coated his hand. Ransom gasped against your nape, before biting gently into it. “Fuck darling-I can’t wait to fuck you,” he mumbled, standing up with you, walking with your to his bedroom.

“I’ll show you everything I wanted to do to you, all these weeks…” he whispered, putting you down on the bed.

“You’ll find out how well-fucked really feels like.”

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I hope you enjoyed it.

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m4ndysk4nkovich · 7 months

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i’ve talked about this many times before but i’ve decided to make an entire post about it:

what is it with gallavich fans and separating mother’s from their children?

so, to preface this, yes, i am a gallavich fan. however, i am a gallavich fan who is a fan of other characters besides ian and mickey, and a gallavich fan who tries to stick to the shows canon, and not just fanon.

a lot of gallavich fans are obsessed with the idea of galladads. and you know what? good for them. i personally dislike galladads, but if you like it, i have no problem with it. my problem is galladads but with gallavich raising other characters children, portraying the mother’s of these children incredibly wrong, and just having very misogynistic undertones.

the prime example of this is franny. let’s face it, a lot of you hate debbie. it’s okay, whatever, that’s your opinion. do i agree with it? fuck no. do i think it’s stupid? yes. but whatever. my main issue with this is that galladads fans will cling onto any small scene of gallavich interacting with a kid, and make it into a parenting thing. and galladads fans are willing to mix up the canon lore and make it their own to fit their headcanon. in 11x12, it is revealed that debbie’s girlfriend is leaving to go to texas, and debbie AND franny are invited. debbie looks hesitant. she spent the entire season trying to salvage the house in chicago. she delivered a whole monologue to sandy about why she’s sticking with her kid. seaosn 11 showed debbie’s growth as a person and as a mother. you can tell that people look over all of her scenes because they literally refuse to awknolege this, and it’s like they only pay attention to the words “franny” “kid” and “daughter” in her scenes. let’s face it, debbie has attachment issues and spent years fighting for her kid, you couldn’t pay her all the money in the world to give up franny (we literally learned this in season 10), and, mickey had a maximum of four (maybe five) scenes where he interacted with franny. the reality of it is that ian is actually her favorite, but i guess that doesn’t help. but regardless, a big part of debbie’s character since season 1 was her loyalty and her want to be a mother. she spent seasons 6-11 fighting for her kid, and you guys just believe that she’d flee to texas? the invitation was for both of them, not just debbie. shut up!!

next is yevgeny. i understand this one a bit more, i did love early season 5, but we have to understand mickey’s feelings about yevgeny. yevgeny was the product of rape, the rape of mickey and the rape of svetlana. i don’t know if i believe that yevgeny was his, but i don’t really blame mickey for distancing himself. in season 6, he seems to still be kind of interested and content with yevgeny, after season 6 we don’t really hear him talk about his kid (because legally, yes, that’s his kid), and i’m not entirely positive that had svetlana and yevgeny stayed until the end of the show, mickey wouldn’t have talked to them both. but if mickey wants nothing to do with him, that’s reasonable. what isn’t reasonable is just deciding that svetlana is abusive and deciding that mickey and ian should raise him, or something like that. i don’t think svetlana would be opposed to letting mickey see him, but idk (@svetlanayevgenivna, you could probably say something better about this, idk what to say). anyway, svetlana fucking loves her kid and she wouldn’t just give him up.

freddie/unborn gallagher child (from lip and tami). i’ve seen this a few times, but basically it’s just ian and mickey randomly raising/becoming guardians of fred and whatever the other kids name will be. newsflash! mickey and tami aren’t best friends. they interacted like, three times total and the one positive interaction was more ian and tami than tami and mickey. why on earth would tami let ian and mickey raise her kids when she literally said she doesn’t trust ian to babysit freddie because he’s a convict. and honestly, though i didn’t agree and i don’t really like tami, i think that’s valid because it’s her kid and her decision. HER kid. not ian or mickey’s.

if you want to give ian and mickey their own kid, go ahead, but it’s seriously annoying how some of you are fascinated by the concept of taking a womans child. stop.

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cherryhomo · 2 months

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so the guys at our local döner place (which is literally like 3 houses down from us) are excellent at the whole customer service thing, they know our fairly complicated order off by heart even though we usually only go once or twice a month, they know us as ‘the neighbours’, etc

so tonight i went to get döner bc i had cash from babysitting, and we haven’t been for at least a few months bc we’ve been too broke. one of the guys was like ‘you haven’t come in a while, did we do something wrong? are you pissed at us for something 🥺’ and i was like nah lol we’re just too broke for döner

they were like ‘oh. huh’ and one of them jokingly said the other would pay for us and then when i actually did go to pay i was like oh how much is it and he kept waving the question off and not answering and was like ‘eh just give me it, i’ll figure it out’ so i handed him the 22€ i had (bc it’s usually around 19€ and i tip them well bc they’re nice guys and the place is all locally sourced etc)

he takes the 20€, leaving the 2€ on the counter and hands me a fiver and goes ‘so you have money for döner next time’

why am i crying about our local döner guys 😭😭

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buttqvack · 1 year

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BOOK 6 PART ONE SPOILERS

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

I feel like talking about book 6, so here are my thoughts

(Including some screenshots)

TW: Swearing and a little bit of violent language

I apologize in advance for the lack of organization, it skips around a lot and it isn't really proofread either.

Book six low key feels like a fan fic. Idk if it's because I read it all at one and my brain isn't registering it yet or if I've just been anticipating it for too long.

Not saying it's bad or anything, I actually really like it so far, it's just different from the rest of the books.

Omfg it's halarious, it's pretty much Idia babysitting the overbloted students meanwhile everyone (including Idia) is complaining about everything.

Ortho's voice in the beginning sounded weird to me. I've been spoiled on book six before it came out in En, and if what I saw was right or if I remember correctly it might be relevant? Not sure though, but to not spoil anything not out in En yet, I won't elaborate.

Speaking of Ortho though:

Yes Ortho, the target has to be alive. I love you but if you kill my cat I swear to whatever deities you believe in the consequences won't be pretty.

Also Crowley's voiced response is so funny to me, he just screeches.

M/c's house is even more ramshackle now, and has a giant cauldron in the floor (thanks Deuce).

Speaking of Ramshackle, Vil pays each VDC member either 50,000 marks or their share of 50,000 marks (before STYX comes btw), but most of them end up donating it to fixing up Ramshackle and refurbishing it.

Although most of that money is probably going to go to rebuilding it now...

I love how one of the dialogue options in that chapter was referencing the huge cauldron in the middle of the lounge.

Epel speaks a lot more country like in this book and I love it, yes king yee haw.

Who was going to tell me Rook has 5 siblings?? Who?? And he's the third oldest of like 6??

(I can only imagine what the rest of them are like lol)

His family also has magic teleportation pads across Twisted Wonderland, because his ancestors liked to travel??

"The more I learn about you the more mysterious you become." - Epel's reaction to those Rook bombshells.

We also learn Rooks unique magic, although like Trey and Jamil it's diffrent in English than in Japanese.

But Arrow Afar sounds kinda cool though, I like it better than I See You. Unlike Trey and Jamil I think it's an upgrade. (Doodle Suit and Snake Whisper are so much better than Paint the Roses and Snake Charmer smh)

Arrow Afar lets Rook track the location of what or whoever he casts it on which is really fitting for his character. I thought his unique magic would explain the uncanny amount he knows about literally everyone, but apparently not.

Rook also magics the M/c a Pomefiore dorm uniform and one of the player dialogue options are "I can feel my posture straighten just from wearing this"

We also find out why Rook wanted to go to STYX, and it was to make sure Vil got his skincare products. That's it. Epel followed him because he was pissy. And M/c just wanted to talk to Grim.

Tbh I love the Epel Rook bonding time we got out of book 6 so far, I love the dynamic they have.

When they breached STYX and told Idia why they were there, Idia really said "Me and the boys at three am looking for B̵̳̫͇͈̞̝͖͒̅Ę̸̡͇̹̻̙͉̮̪͕̱͖̏̂A̶̺̤͓͑̇́̂N̸͖̟̺̤̣̱̣̠̊͐̔́́̒̾̐̕͘ͅS̵̢͎̳̳͓̤̜̓͜͜"

Idia made Grim cry. I don't care if it was indirectly, I'm going to break his kneecaps /j.

His robots also knocked Ace and Deuce unconscious and I just want to make sure they're ok, we left before they woke up. I wanna make sure they're ok??

Crewel also referred to them their actions as "phenomenally stupid".

When the Charon bots abducted Azul it was kinda funny seeing Idia just casually chatting to them. Like everyone was fighting for their lives for all they knew and Idia is just like "You gotta chill out a bit, someone's gonna sue you..."

It's pretty much cannon now that if you lock two or more NRC students in a room together, they will without a doubt pick a fight with each other /hj.

I can't add anymore images to this post but trust me when I tell you Idia shipped the students in a cargo crate together like they just came out of the movie Madagascar.

Riddle was on top of Leona during shipping and when Leona told him he was squishing him Riddle replied with "I was wondering what that muscley pillow was."

"Yeah, tell that to they guy whose lap you've been snoring on for three hours." - Leona

After discussing what they knew about the situation and Idias involvement, Azul comments that if he had known, he would have tried harder to get Idia indebted to him. And then I believe it was Jamil or Riddle who commented about his one track mindedness.

What happened to Crowley?? Charon took him as well, but he's only mentioned like once after and no one confirms that he is or isn't at STYX.

We learn about the Shroud curse, and that it eats the any blot that accumulates in them but without a constant blot production, it would start to eat their magic. We also learn that that's why Idia and Orthos hair is fire.

Idia also mentions the blue flame of Grims ears and that Grim is cursed too, but he can't figure out what the effects are, who casted it, or why. But he says that it's a very old curse.

We learn more about how blot works and about the phantoms (the monsters that appear behind the overbloted students).

The amount of cryptic likely foreshadowy comments were astronomical.

That's all I can remember off the top of my head and from any screenshots I took, so let me know if I forgot anything worth mentioning and I'll try and add it in.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst book 6 #Twisted wonderland book 6 #twst chapter 6 spoilers #twst book 6 spoilers #twisted wonderland book 6 spoilers #twst chapter 6 #twisted wonderland chapter 6 spoilers #twst spoilers #twisted wonderland spoilers #spoilers

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ANYTHING WITH HARLEY BEING A BIG BROTHER TO MORGAN OR ABBIE

HEADCANONS FICS IDEAS LITERALLY ANYTHING

OKAY SO I HAVE A REALLY BIG HEADCANON FOR THIS

so harley has always felt like he was never really a Big Brother to abbie because since their dad left, he's had to step into this parental role. like, he can't be an Older Brother to her because she needs this fatherly figure in her life to make up for the one she's lost, and obviously macy isn't around as much as she wants to be because she has to work. no one asked harley to do that, he just does it - so he's always been more of a father figure than a brother figure.

harley made meals for them, tidied the house, as well has having to get his school work done. on top of that, he always worked odd jobs that needed doing around rose hill because he knew they needed the extra cash, even when macy told him that she didn't need his help with money, and that she appreciated everything he did.

he didn't mind doing it at the time, it was normal to him - he didn't have time for a lot of friends because he was doing so much, so he didn't Quite compute that not everyone was doing the same as him. he knew he was doing More, but not as much as he actually was.

macy always cared for the both of them when she didn't have a shift. she was a good mother really, but she just needed to work to afford the house and food.

they moved to new york when tony found out about their living situation and how badly they were doing financially. he'd found out because harley was talking to tony about everything he was doing to keep the family afloat. tony decided to get them an apartment in the city, which was all paid for - macy didn't like it at first but she knew that it was best for her kids. tony agreed to let her pay the bills, but if they got too high then she had to tell him and he'd make up the difference she couldn't afford.

macy ended up getting a job at a restaurant - like she had in rose hill, so it was familiar, but the pay was so much better. harley started at midtown, because tony's intern goes there and it's a good school apparently. abbie isn't quite old enough to go to midtown yet, but she gets into middle school on a full-ride scholarship. harley's really proud of her, because he used to help abbie with all her school work and it's paid off.

harley has time for friends now, and that's when he realises that he was moe of a father figure to abbie, and not a brother figure. he learns this through seeing the way the people at midtown argue playfully over silly things with their siblings in the corridors.

harley never got that with abbie. he'd tell her off if she drew on the walls, or refused to do her homework, or forgot her manners when they were at their grandparents' house.

he was never a brother, harley was almost a father. from 6 years old.

when harley turned 16, tony and pepper had morgan. harley and peter would be asked to babysit morgan from time to time. harley would always say yes, even if peter didn't. it was like a second chance.

he'd take morgan to the park, like he did with abbie, but instead of being worried about her every move, he would mess around with her, and push her down the slide, and encourage her to do the monkey bars, even when she was terrified she'd fall off. harley would hold her up until she got the hang of it.

he'd take morgan to get ice cream or cake, depending on the weather. sometimes, they'd go into a small lab that tony had made for morgan (child friendly, don't worry) and they'd make new and improved nerf guns. they'd run around the house and shoot tony (sound familiar?).

sometimes, harley and morgan would argue about how something worked, how it could be improved, or how they could prank tony.

they were siblings.

yes, he felt responsibility, he had to look after her. but harley felt like a brother.

no, of course harley never forgot about abbie. he continued to look after her, and he'd spend as much time as he could with her everyday. but abbie was growing up, and harley would never get to do those cliche sibling activities with her.

abby had a large group of friends now. harley would drive them to wherever they wanted to go that day. harley would watch a movie with abbie whenever they had time. but their dynamic still didn't feel like a brother-sister relationship.

with morgan, it did.

harley felt guilty about it sometimes, but he begins to realise that, actually, the situations were entirely different.

he was a father when he needed to be and a brother when he needed to be for abbie.

but he will always be a brother to morgan - even if it isn't biological. he doesn't need to be a father for her, but he did need to be for abbie. and he thinks that's okay.

#i hope this is okay!#ik it's not the best??#but i hope it's a decent enough hc for u to enjoy!#harleykeener #harley keener #marvel #avengers #peterparker #harley x peter #peter parker #tony stark #morgan stark #abbie keener

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Yandere!Krueger Alphabet N-Z

OK, the other half of the alphabet. First half here.

Alphabet taken from dear-yandere here.

CW: Yandere and yandere behaviors that go along with that, mentions of violence, reader is trapped in their own home

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

No punishments from him unless you count having to listen to the sound of his teeth grinding and his passive-aggressive bullshit and endless snark if he’s annoyed at something you did. He would never lay a hand against you, and his lack of letting you outside or talk to others without him isn’t a punishment since it's literally just his modus operandi.

He may cut back on outside trips though, keep you closer.

“Ach, what is the matter, Schatzi? It seems like I was not giving you enough attention, don’t worry. You have my attention now.”

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Anything to do with being around other people.

He covers his ass to make sure he won’t end up with you rattling off about him to the police. Takes away any means of contacting the outside world and pretends to be you when texting your family and friends (may call them if you're the sort where it would be suspicious for them to not see you). Inserts himself as your boyfriend to anyone in your life who gets nosey. Doesn’t like you to talk to other people, he wants you to be dependent on him for social interaction in the hopes you’ll grow closer to him and eventually grow to like him since you’ll have no other choice.

Keeps you inside all the time and watches you closely. Besides that he’ll let you do what you want. Assuming you eventually gain his trust enough for him to let you out and about he’d be fine with anything.

“I want a piercing...”

“Mhm.”

“-- and a tattoo.”

“Oh, what of Schatzi?”

Not a control freak about your own choices. Besides you being around him.

He’ll break out his card for anything you want even if he finds it stupid or to be a bad choice. He knows he kind of… made you quit your job and snuffed out any chance for you to make an income so he is at least “reasonable” enough to pay for you assuming he has the money.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He is patient in an impatient way. He’ll wait but he does so begrudgingly. He’s the sort of guy to go, “Oh no, take your time,” then stare at his watch with a pissed off expression.

He’ll wait as long as you need for you to come around though, he will try to pressure you, just nothing overt and no forcing of affection or feelings– he does want something real.

Would get incredibly annoyed if you didn’t come around though because he does not want to babysit you forever. He may get more forceful if you refused to come around, may eventually reach a breaking point because he doesn’t want you to be afraid of him and make it so fucking difficult for him. He knows he fucked up but goddamnit, get over it!

He’d be patient but everyone has a limit.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

He’d be more hurt than he’d like to admit.

If you escape you better bet he is hunting you down, he is not going to have you snitch on him and he is not going back now that he’s done so much and gotten himself in way too deep.

If you really, truly got away and all of his effort to find you went to naught he’d pray that you never went to the police. He’s no stranger to being on the run, but God it’s a pain to lay low.

If you died it would crush him. He’d retract a bit more from the world and grow jaded, but he would eventually get over it, though it would leave a scar on him. I think he could eventually find someone else though, he may take things a bit slower too and not just break into their home and decide to live there and force them to be around him, he wouldn’t be completely normal of course, but he would try to be smarter about it, more subtle.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

He doesn’t regret forcing himself into your life but he does feel frustration towards himself for going to such extremes so quickly. He’s always been a bit impulsive and he quickly realized he made a mistake and made it so you and him could never have a completely normal relationship in which he could let down all his guards and trust you completely or else you may run. If he was honest with himself and sat and thought on it long enough he’d realize he does feel guilty, but he doesn’t want to confront those feelings.

Wouldn’t let you go but he’d probably grow slowly more comfortable with you and let you go out. Never on your own though, he’d be pissed if you left the house without him and would shorten your leash, he expects you to stay home unless it's a legitimate emergency or at least inform him of where you're going.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

He’s never loved someone before or experienced true and good love. He doesn’t know how to go about relationships and courting and he doesn’t want to wait either. He just committed to a shitty idea he has and can’t go back anymore. Honestly, if he was a touch less impulsive and you didn’t reject him, he would be less of a yandere and more just overly possessive. He has troubles truly letting himself love and emotional intelligence is not his strong suit, he doesn’t even fully understand his own actions he just does what he feels like and pays for it later as he tries to make it work. He can’t say why he always wants to be around you or why he thought forcing himself to be your surprise roommate is a good idea, but it’s what he did.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Just like in fighting, he is annoyed, would likely say something like, “Just stop, ja? There’s no need. This isn’t doing anything for you. You’re not going to get your way just because you give me your… Krokodilstränen, and stomp on the floor…”

Isolating themselves is a different story. He knows and sympathizes with you isolating yourself and would give you some space but likely not enough. He wouldn’t push it though and would shut up if his mocking or snarking actually got to you and just made you do notably worse. He’s a dick but he doesn’t want you to hate him any more than you do.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He is remarkably casual. Not calm necessarily, just casual. Not as forceful about affection or you returning his feelings. Honestly if you never did he may just eventually peter out a bit and become willing to only love you platonically or even just grow to stop being possessive over you– though that opens a different can of worms since he does NOT want to go to prison. He’s smart enough to not kill you but he would definitely consider it in the situation he just gets tired of trying to make it work. Would threaten into silence and keep tabs on you from a distance forever.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

You can’t. His own complacency but he keeps tabs on you even when you feel comfortable. Honestly if you thought you could actually get away that's more you being complacent.

If you truly won his trust and he thought you loved him, then you ran, you’d find him seething outside of your motel room absolutely boiling over. If you broke his trust you won’t get it back, ever. You don’t even have a leash now, you're just welded to the radiator forever. Congrats.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

I mean– forcing your way into someone's home, being willing to restrain them if need be, and being willing to drag them back, is inherently violent or at least aggressive– yes. However, he would never hit you, hell, he’d never yell at you. He’s the type to go, “I’m not mad I’m disappointed,” while looking like he may actually explode from anger. He wouldn’t hurt you like that, he considers himself above it, but he would do things that are inherently wrong and just tell himself it’s alright because it’s not him trying to cause lasting physical harm.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

No. He would never worship you, or anyone else for that matter. He again considers himself above it and doesn’t like the idea of worshiping things anyways.

He wouldn’t go to many lengths, though he would grow desperate with time and may do what you ask to “prove” himself if he felt it would genuinely win you over. He’d grumble and get on his knees and awkwardly beg if you really, really wanted him to prove himself. He’d be pissed and embarrassed though and would hold it against you even if he doesn’t say it.

He doesn't want to "win you over" he wants you to give yourswlf to him.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Not long at all. He's a straight-forward guy. He feels genuine, non-lust attraction to someone for the first time and he shoots his shot. If his shot gets denied he decides to go to more extreme measures.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

No, and he wouldn’t want to. That’d destroy him actually and would actively make him feel terrible. He’d have a hard time getting over it, that would hurt him more than anything else that could happen between you two– he could not delude himself into thinking it was alright, but technically he got what he wanted and that’s what he wanted right? No. No, it’d eat away at him, it would hurt him to see you lose your fight, he was always so annoyed but he never realized how much worse your numb submission would be. He would grow disgusted with himself and by extension you. He’d probably leave too disgusted by your touch and loving words with nothing behind them, and leave you destroyed.

#yandere!krueger #yandere!sebastian krueger #yandere!krueger x reader #yandere alphabet

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kalpasio · 1 year

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Old Fashioned

I still don't have an AO3 link, we'll get there eventually

A Kalpas x Reader Mafia AU, chapters 4-6 below!

“I’ll talk to Su, don’t worry.”

“Bit late for that,” you gave a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through your hair for the hundredth time.

Eden gave you a relaxed smile that you wish you could return, but you were too panicked at the moment. “It’s nothing to get worked up about. I’ll just tell him we don’t have enough to pay him this month and drop the cash off next week.” She could get away with saying that, but if you tried to pull that kind of stunt, Su would have your head. It didn’t matter that he knew you were good for the money, paying late was just as bad as not paying at all, and even being his favorite ‘customer’ wouldn’t keep you safe.

This was the first time your bar had been unable to make a payment and the thought alone was enough to make your blood run cold. Through no fault of your own, the bar was strapped for cash. Completely wiped. Tills, safe, everything. You had, quite literally, lost it all overnight. Someone–probably Honkai related–had broken in, so all you have is the cash Eden brought over just now. You weren’t entirely surprised this had happened, but it still wasn’t a situation you really wanted to be in. Robberies weren’t uncommon, but it took a special kind of idiot to steal from the Moth family, so security for your bar consisted of a lock that you could pick in 3 seconds, and a safe that you always picked because you’d lost the key.

Su would be by for your payment in a few hours, but the banks were closed and even Eden didn’t keep enough cash on hand to cover his demands. With little else to do, you filled the till for the night and tried to focus on preparing everything rather than the thought of Su’s normally kind eyes growing hard as you tried to explain the situation. That focusing was not going well.

Eden headed to the bar and took a seat next to Kalpas–only after pouring herself a glass of unreasonably priced wine of course. What the two of them were talking about, you weren’t sure. All you could hear from the other side of the swinging door was grumbles and near-hysterical laughter that had goosebumps forming on your arms. When the bar opened, the two Moth members separated; Eden left to chat with an old friend and Kalpas remained in his usual seat doing his usual thing of glaring at you without speaking. Even for a Monday night, it was exceptionally slow, and you wished he would say something, more due to the boredom gnawing away at your mind than the awkwardness of silence.

“So how long will you be sticking by Eden for?” you asked, leaning on the bar. It was extremely unprofessional to be laying so much of your upper body over the bar top, but it made your back feel so much better after standing for so long. There was no one there to see but Kalpas, so you didn’t particularly care about professionalism. Not receiving an answer, you continued speaking. “It’s just odd to me that someone so high up in the family would be put on babysitting duty.” He looked pissed at this point, but no more so than usual. “I figured you would handle bigger fights,” you shrugged.

“Are you offering?” Kalpas leaned forward with a smirk and a glint in his eyes that should have made you more concerned than it did.

“I’ve seen some of those admirers bite. I don’t think I’m gonna be more of a challenge than they are.” With a sigh, you stood and rolled your shoulders, trying to loosen them after putting so much of your weight on the joints. “I’m gonna go snag some fries from the back, shout if you need something.” You gave a slight wave and pushed through the swinging door to the kitchen. The chef made a big fuss about you stealing the food, but didn’t even bother getting up from his chair to try and stop you.

“What exactly is your job in the family?” you asked while putting the fries on the counter in front of Kalpas. He would never eat them, but you always offered, and he always opted to sit there and watch you take the food from under his nose. Part of you knew the question was bold, and even low level wiseguys would tell you to drop it, but you also knew that; one, Kalpas likely didn’t care if you knew, and two, if he didn’t want to tell you, he’d say as much flat out.

“I fight,” he rolled his eyes and you nearly did the same.

“Yeah. I get that,” you gestured with the fry in hand like it was a cigar. “But what kind of fights? It seems like you’re just a jack-of-all-trades.” That comment earned you a grin that matched the concerning laugh you’d heard hours before.

“I dare you to find a fight I’ll lose,” Kalpas gave a chuckle that made your skin crawl. “I’ll turn Honkai into a pile of ashes and bury every member of his family one by one.” The mention of the head of the family, William Honkai, had your eyes widening and you were suddenly very glad that your only patrons were too drunk to hear what Kalpas had just threatened. If someone under Honkai found out, that could mean war, and your bar would be on the front lines.

“I’ll paint the streets with their blood and–”

“Yep!” you frantically shoved a hand over Kalpas’ mouth. “Yes! I totally believe you, so maybe let’s not list all the ways you plan on murdering people, ok?” Eden gave you a questioning glance while Kalpas sent a withering glare that had you pulling your hand back as though you’d been burned.

The harsh look didn’t stop, but he did change topics, which you were incredibly thankful for. Hearing about fights he’d started was more entertaining than you would have thought. Some of them were just ‘person A pissed me off and I started throwing punches’ (which was especially funny when ‘person A’ was Kevin). A few were actually fights he was supposed to start, like when you saw him beat that guy up in the alley. Most surprisingly, a fair number of his fights seemed to be with other wiseguys in the family.

Anyone who stepped out of line seemed to run into Kalpas right after Aponia told them exactly what they had done wrong. The timing was…convenient. And it certainly got the message across. There were so many stories, it didn’t even register that this was the most the two of you had ever spoken. It was a nice distraction, and you had completely forgotten about your financial woes by the time Su came in. As nice as it was to have an hour or so without anxiety, seeing the debt collector had your heart kicking into high gear and your stomach twisting into knots.

“I’m surprised to see you here, Kalpas,” Su spoke in the same even tone he always used. He could probably find a job as a yoga instructor with how relaxed he sounded. Still, no amount of talking from either of you would get you out of this situation. “Though it is a rather lovely establishment.” A pleasant smile was flashed your way which you returned with a forced grimace.

“Just the usual?” you asked, desperately trying to make eye contact with Eden. When he gave a polite nod and smile, you started pushing glasses and bottles around, hoping it mit catch your boss’s attention, but had no luck. Mixing the Jungle Bird, you tried to keep up with the conversation, and ended up saying “uh-huh” about twenty times before Su finally stopped talking at you to take a sip of his drink.

“Perfect as always,” he gave a closed-eye smile that told you he knew something was up. It told you that you better start talking now or he would start pushing and while you doubted he could ever lose his patience, he certainly would give a harsher punishment for wasting his time. Now was that make or break moment that would decide whether you were just left to bleed out on the street, or if you’d be ‘lucky’ enough to have a swift death. Tension in the air was palpable and you were mentally screaming for Eden to turn around and save the situation, but she remained blissfully unaware of your predicament.

“Don’t you have better things to do than sit around bumming drinks?” Kalpas spoke with a sneer, as though Su being near him was offensive. He turned to face Su head-on and now you suddenly had to worry about a fight between the two mobsters killing you before Su could do so personally.

“Aren’t you doing the same thing?” he raised an eyebrow while raising the glass to his mouth. The words made Kalpas bristle in a way you hadn’t expected, and apparently neither had Su.

“I’m doing my job,” the words came through gritted teeth and with so much malice that Su lowered his drink and finally gave Kalpas his full attention. The two stared at each other for what felt like a century. One looked calmed and poised while the other looked like he’d been wound impossibly tight and was on the verge of snapping and taking out anyone unfortunate enough to be in the vicinity. Bar Fights, you could handle. This was way out of your league.

Eden’s laughter broke up the standoff, and you had never heard a sound quite so sweet. Kalpas still didn’t budge, deaf and blind to anything that wasn’t his opponent, but Su looked to his left and saw your boss sitting at a table with a few bottles of wine and a patron or two for company.

“It’s been some time since I sat down with Eden. I’ll come back to chat before the end of the night.” Su gave you that uncomfortably polite smile again, then slipped off his stool, not sparing Kalpas another glance.

“What the hell was that?” you whispered at your lone customer, causing him to finally look away from the fight brewing in front of you both.

“Why is he here,” Kalpas ground out the words, like Su was some sort of disease.

“What do you mean?” you asked, and while you were confused by the question, you were more thrown off by how much angrier than normal he seemed, and you were starting to consider escape routes. “Su’s here to collect the monthly payment?” It came out as a question, not because you were unsure if that was the answer, but because you were unsure if that was the answer Kalpas wanted to hear. Right now, you would tell him the moon was purple if it would calm him down and save your bar from a nasty fight.

“Why the hell are you paying?”

“So Su doesn’t take my head off?” Now you were just completely lost. Why wouldn’t you pay? Everyone in town paid the Moth family in some way or another, regardless of how close they were to one of the bigwigs. Everyone paid a cut to Kevin. That’s just how things work. Well, not according to the man brooding in front of you, but you didn’t exactly have the energy to convince him otherwise at the moment. In the interest of your sanity, you took a glance over to Eden’s table, made sure everything looked normal–or as normal as two mafia capos having a chat could look–then headed for the kitchen. The chef didn’t even spare you a glance when you started angrily shoveling fries into a basket and dumped half the salt shaker on top.

Two minutes and a questionable amount of sodium later, you were feeling better and headed back out to brave the cruel world. And exactly nothing had changed. No new customers, no one waiting to pay or order a new drink. Everyone right where you had left them, and without the stress of Su breathing down your neck, you were back to being bored. You dusted off half of the shelves behind the bar before the sound of someone clearing their throat interrupted you.

“Eden has explained the situation to me,” Su gave a much less threatening smile and placed his empty cup on the counter. Internally, you were thrilled that you wouldn’t have to go home and pick your funeral outfit. Outwardly, you just gave a relieved smile and took the glass to be cleaned. “I’ll be back next week and–”

“No.” Kalpas, who you both had ignored up to this point, interrupted your chat and stood from his stool. He made his way to Su, and when there was only a foot of space between them, he slapped a handful of money on his chest. “That’s what you’re owed,” he said, and you realized he was saying this as a fact, despite not knowing how much you paid each month. You could tell because four of those bills would have covered you for the month, but there was a stack pressed into Su’s hands that was probably a full year’s pay.

“If that’s how you want to spend your paycheck, I’m not going to stop you,” he laughed. Maybe the situation would have been funny if you weren’t so alarmed by the absurd amount of cash being passed so haphazardly right in front of you. Su seemed content, however, and he took his leave soon after straightening the bills and slipping them in his suit coat pocket.

“I’ll pay you back,” you spoke as soon as the door was shut. Going from owing one wiseguy to owing another rarely worked in one’s favor, and Kalpas seemed much more likely to break your legs than Su did. “Eden will have the money tomorrow. You can grab it then. Or I can keep it here if you’re busy–”

“No.” he said again, though with slightly less hostility. “You don’t owe that bastard shit.” A second of silence passed where you feared Su might somehow hear the comment and come back to ‘accidentally’ start a kitchen fire. Kalpas calmly took his seat again and openly laughed at your shocked face. “I’ll kick him to the curb any day of the week.”

It was another slow day. Kalpas had taken to spending a few hours at the bar, even if Eden wasn’t there, and you were thankful for the company. Kiana was sweet and good at her job, but being the third wheel at your own bar while she and Mei flirted was getting on your last nerve. He had yet to run out of tales of his adventures, and you were starting to feel bad for Dr. Mobius as more and more of the stories involved him getting shot and her patching him up.

“Hey,” a customer tapped on the bar, interrupting your personal podcast. “I get a whisky sour?”

“Sure thing,” you nodded and got to work. Kalpas was by no means shy, but he preferred privacy, so you weren’t surprised that he remained silent while someone else was at the counter.

“So, you part of the Moths?” The question caught you off guard and it took years of practice to cover the surprise and keep you from pausing what you were doing. Eden wasn’t known to be part of the family, so you had to be discreet with your dealings and deny any involvement if the topic came up, which, up to this point, it never had.

“What of it,” Kalpas growled. His arms were crossed, and his grip tightened until his fingers were leaving indents on the muscle.

“Nothing!” The guy laughed like he was joking with an old friend. Seeing Kalpas’ eye twitch, you figured it was in everyone’s best interest if you finished the drink quickly and cleared the area. “I like what you’ve done with the town. Things are a lot better than when Honkai was in charge.” Before he could go on any further, you put the drink down a little harder than usual and cleared your throat.

“On the house,” you smiled, but the look you gave said ‘get out of my sight.’ You would gladly cover the cost of the drink if it got this man away from you before he said something that would lead to your bar catching fire or needing all the windows replaced. Thankfully, he took the glass with a nod in thanks and headed back to his table. Not even a second after he sat down, Kiana stopped at the table, taking their order and your eyes narrowed in suspicion. Did the customer come up to the bar just to meet Kalpas? Maybe Kiana had taken a while to get to their table? That seemed unlikely, but very few people knew what Kalpas looked like, so it was equally unlikely that this was just some Moth fanboy. When your eyes met the strangers, you felt a shiver go up your spine and quickly looked away.

Having new regulars wasn’t that big of a deal, but most of your regulars didn’t give you the creeps like Caspar did. He’d started showing up with a few friends though the group changed depending on the day. What didn’t change was the pattern he followed. If it was just you, he’d stay almost to closing, but would only order drinks from the waitstaff. When Eden was there, he made himself scarce–you’ve seen him enter the bar and immediately dip back out when he saw her on the stage.

Days that Kalpas came to visit, however, were when Caspar was most active. He’d walk right up to the bar and get each of his buddy’s drinks individually, actively looking for an excuse to start a conversation. Kalpas was quick to wave him away each time, which you appreciated, but the interactions were still unnerving every time.

“So are you and Kalpas a thing?” Caspar asked and you couldn’t decide if you should drop the cocktail glass in your hands or break it against his face.

“Who told you that?” you asked, opting for the middle ground of squeezing the cup half to death.

“No one, he just spends a lot of time here.”

You shrugged, “It’s his job.”

“But even when he’s not working–”

“Look man,” you put a hand on your hip and pulled out the glare you saved for assholes trying to break your stuff. “You wanna ask the guy out, it’s your funeral, but quit wasting my time.” He blanched at your suggestion, puffed up in anger for a second, then eventually left when your furious look didn’t relent. Grumbling to yourself, you went back to putting away the clean dishes, secretly dreaming of breaking Caspar’s nose.

“What was that all about?” Hua’s voice interrupted your work and got you to look up for a second. She usually got her drink and then went back to the tables to keep her idiots (she said it with love) out of trouble; so, seeing her take a seat at the bar told you there was no avoiding a conversation.

“I don’t know,” you sighed and got to work on a blueberry mojito. At Hua’s raised eyebrow, you pursed your lips and started pressing a little harder than necessary to break up the mint. “Kalpas finally got a fan I guess. He’s the only thing that guy will talk about.”

“And he was asking you?” You hummed in response and slid the drink across the bar. “Weird.”

“Very,” your agreement hung in the air as you wiped down the counter. “Are you staying late tonight?”

“I wasn’t planning to, why?” Hua looked up just in time to catch you eyeing Caspar warily. “Want me to walk back with you?” She wasn’t annoyed, and she certainly didn’t think less of you. On more than one occasion, you had broken up fights between wiseguys, or thrown out drunks even she wouldn’t want to mess with, and this palace had been the site of more than a few shootouts. Wanting someone with you as insurance was something one of the lower-level grunts would tease you about, but there’s a reason why they were more likely to get shot than you were.

“He’s been staying past closing the past week or so and I can’t think of any good reasons for him to be doing that.” Your eyes were serious when they met Hua’s and you both knew what you meant without it being said. This guy was acting suspicious and you were running out of excuses for his behavior. Something was going to go down soon and the chances of it being pleasant were slim to none.

“I’ll stick around,” your friend nodded and you felt a small wave of relief. “See if I can’t get someone to keep an eye on him,” she slipped back into the crowd after that, but never strayed too far from Caspar’s table. Just knowing she had really listened to what you said made you feel better.

When you started getting ready to close, there were only five patrons left. Hua, who was sitting at the counter chatting with you, Caspar and his buddy for the night, and two of your favorite drunks who probably spent more time here than at their own homes.

Kicking out Bernard and Cocolia was easiest; they knew what the light rap on their table meant, and they could drag their sorry asses to the door by themselves. Seeing the others leave was usually enough of a sign to get Caspar and co. to get out, and it was just you and Hua after a few minutes. She waited patiently–something very few wiseguys were particularly good at–while you put a few bottles away and counted the cash. Anything that wasn’t urgent could be done when you came in tomorrow, you felt bad keeping Hua waiting, and you were ready to head home yourself.

The walk only took around ten minutes, and you both had no problem keeping up a conversation on the way there. Words between you both were relaxed, but the air was clearly tense. You were being followed. You knew it, Hua knew it, and you could only hope the stalker hadn’t picked up on the apprehension. At the corner where you would normally hang a right for your apartment, Hua gripped your hand and subtly pulled you to keep walking, heading towards her own building. Still the person followed, and it took everything in you not to reach for your gun and turn around. At the entrance to the building, you kept your eyes straight ahead, looking at your reflection to fight the growing need to look back.

“He’s gone,” Hua said after looking out the window for a moment. “It was Casey. Saw him outside the bar and again when I unlocked the door.”

“You mean Caspar?” She shrugged and you groaned. “Great. Why the hell is he following us?”

“He’s just following you,” Hua pointed out while laying her blazer over the back of the couch and loosening her tie. “We can’t find anything more at this point. You can stay here for the night and we’ll work from there.”

“I can’t–”

“I’m not walking you home,” she took the jacket and left for her room. “We can talk in the morning when we’ve both gotten some sleep,” The words were muffled through the door, but you could tell that Hua wasn’t about to change her mind. This night just kept getting better and better. Letting out an over-dramatic groan, you slumped down on the couch.

At least it was comfortable. Actually, most of Hua’s apartment was nicer than your own. Soft couch, a nice radio tucked into the corner, and several full bookshelves line the wall. The kitchen was partially sectioned off from the living room, and they both were away from the bedrooms, unlike the simple studio apartment you rented. There were no loud neighbors, and the top floor was high enough that any shouting in the street wouldn’t reach your ears. It was ironic that someone so deeply involved in crime would live on the nice side of town, but you supposed if anyone could afford to live here, it would be the mobsters.

“You can stay in the guest room,” Hua exited her room in a pair of shorts and a sweatshirt while holding a seat of jimjams for you. When you stood from the couch, she led you back down the hall with her room and you saw three more doors. The last of which she went through. “Bathroom is the first door on the right. I’m down the hall, last door on the left.”

“Thank you,” you said, taking the clothes and doing your best not to gape at the room you currently stood in.

“Do you have anything to do tomorrow before work?” Thinking for a moment, you shook your head ‘no.’ “Good,” Hua gave a firm nod. “I’ll walk you back to your place, then the bar. I don’t want to give that weirdo any chances.”

“Hua,” you narrowly avoided whining. “You don’t have to baby me.” She nodded and hummed in understanding and you thought you got the message across, but your friend left with a solemn ‘good night’ and closed the door so firmly you were scared to open it again to use the bathroom.

True to her word, the next morning, Hua made you both breakfast, took you back to your apartment for fresh clothes, and dropped you off at work with clear instructions not to leave until she came to pick you up. Which wouldn’t have been so bad if you weren’t four hours early to your shift. Right now, Caspar knows where you worked and that’s it. Staying at the bar, you could keep it that way, and you were confident you could take him in a fight, so Hua didn’t feel bad leaving you alone for the day.

While you were left stewing, she would get some of her people to start looking into your stalker so you could understand why he was stalking you and put an end to it. Both of you agreed that he wasn’t really interested in you–not that you couldn’t have an obsessive admirer, but it was odd that someone would trail you home, but only ever speak to you about Kalpas. It seemed much more likely that Caspar was only interested in you as a way to get to the family, and your best option for now was to figure out what he had planned without letting him know that you were onto his scheme.

In the meantime, you did a deep clean of each table, thoroughly mopped both the main room and the kitchen, and waxed the countertop. Eventually, you restored to sitting on the newly cleaned floor and playing every type of solitaire you knew. You were on your fourth game of Australian Patience when Kalpas came in and stood over you, glaring down at the cards. He said nothing as you moved the stacks around, the sound of the radio in the kitchen floating through the door and over both of you. Realizing the game was lost, you sighed and stacked the cards so you could shuffle them and return them to their box.

“Eden here or just you?” you spoke softly as you rose and tossed the deck onto the bar. Kalpas remained silent while he found his seat and you took a chair from one of the nearby tables to face him. “I was really hoping you would help with the boredom, not make it worse,” the words were grumbled under your breath, but you were certain he heard.

“Hey boss!” Kiana interrupted your pity party and you quickly looked over to the door to see her standing there with a grin while Mei helped tie her apron. Checking the clock, you realized that the girls weren’t early, you had just managed to lose track of time somehow. “This place looks super clean! Did you come in early just to do all of this?”

“It needed to get done,” you shrugged. Trying to explain what happened sounded like a waste of time, and the fewer people who knew about the situation, the better.

“Next time you need help, just call your number one waitress! Mei and I will leave this place spotless!” Kiana gave a thumbs up that made you laugh. It sounded like Mei would end up doing most of the work while her roommate cheered from the sidelines. Assuring them that you’d call, both girls retreated to the kitchen, leaving you with Kalpas again.

Standing up, you tucked the chair back under the table and walked behind the bar. Drinking on the job wasn’t necessarily something you condoned, and you would never work while drunk, but after last night, you earned it.

Slipping into the familiar motions, you pulled out a cocktail glass and shaker to start making your drink. A Ward Eight wasn’t all that fancy, but it called for ingredients[VW1] you always had in stock, and didn’t taste like gasoline, so it was often your drink of choice when the opportunity arose. Instead of using a maraschino cherry for the garnish—since they were surprisingly hard to come by—you used half an orange peel like you would for a Whiskey Sour.

Kalpas stared you down the whole time, and you weren’t at all surprised to see a concerning glint in his eyes when you pulled out the lighter from your apron. Pinching the peel between your fingers, you flicked the sparker and ignited the little bit of juice before sliding the peel onto a toothpick and dropping it in the glass. Out of habit, you wiped down the counter even though there was nothing to clean, but when your hand came back to grab the drink, it was gone.

With the toothpick pressed against the edge of the glass by one of his fingers, he knocked the whole thing back and slammed it on the counter with enough force to rattle the bottles underneath. Part of you was upset your drink was gone, another part impressed, and there was just a little bit of concern that the wax you had just laid down was already taken off.

“You could have asked,” you pointed out with very low expectations of it making any difference. On the bright side, you got a grunt of approval, and you realized that this was the very first time Kalpas had actually accepted one of your drinks. “Do you want me to make something else?”

“All your drinks taste like shit.” The words hurt and your scowl showed it, but he didn’t seem to care.

“Except that one?” you asked.

“Except that one.”

“I think you just don’t like the taste of alcohol.”

“That’s what I just said.”

You groaned and ran a hand down your face. Taking out a new cup, you started the process over again, and kept a firm grip on it when finished so it couldn’t be filched again. Just as you were raising the glass to your lips, the kitchen door swung open and you heard the awkward laugh Kiana gave any time she messed up.

“Hey boss…” she dragged out your title and you barely held in the groan as you set your well-earned reward down and turned around. “I set the kitchen on fire again.”

Of course she did. Through the crack between her and the door frame, you could see Mei doing her best to keep things under control, but Kiana did a really good job this time. Admitting defeat, you pushed the cup into Kalpas’ waiting hand and stalked to the back.

The rest of the night went much like any other. Between orders, Kalpas would keep you company or listen to you mock customers behind their backs (and offer suggestions on how to deal with them). Later in the evening, Caspar came in and tried to join the conversation with little success, but he–unfortunately–didn’t take it to heart. One or two people made the mistake of flirting with one of the waitresses and either got chewed out by the other girl, or dragged out by you. An hour or so before closing, Kalpas was about to head out when Hua came in. She took the seat next to him, not looking fearful, but not too thrilled to be there either.

“I don’t have anything new,” she said while adjusting her gloves. “No one even saw him before he came in here. You should spend the night again, just in case.” Kalpas looked between the two of you with a face that said ‘what the hell is going on’ but in a way that was more aggressive than confused. As much as you feared his anger, you still weren’t sure telling him what happened last night was a good idea. The tendency to choose violence as a solution, and near-constant arguments didn’t do much to convince you he was good at keeping secrets.

“My apartment flooded,” you lied. It was a habit you picked up before working for Eden. At that point in your life, telling the truth could seal your fate, so you got really good at thinking on your feet. Hua didn’t question you, but you saw a flash of an idea in her eye that put you on edge.

“Actually, Kalpas,” she spoke louder than was necessary and turned to face him so her voice carried to the rest of the room. “I have to be up early tomorrow. Can they stay with you?”

Normally, you would say you have a fairly decent poker face, but right now it was failing you. What the hell was her plan here? If Caspar was after Kalpas, spending more time with him would just paint a target on your back. If he was just after you, Hua was essentially telling him exactly where you would be. There was no way he was dumb enough to try and attack you at Kalpas’ place, but once you left the building, all bets were off. On top of that, you weren’t entirely sure you could spend the night there and leave unscathed.

Kalpas gave a shrug that was less than enthusiastic. Looking to Hua, you hoped she was about to say she was joking, but she didn’t even spare you a glance. This was horrible. You had to spend another night away from your home, an you didn’t even know how long the walk back to work would be. A nudge to your arm pulled you from your internal monologue, and you saw Hua’s eyes flick over to Caspar for a second. When you looked at him, he was already eying your group and he had the smuggest ‘gotcha’ grin that he was poorly covering with his beer. Something was up, but you didn’t get a chance to think about it before Kalpas was standing and throwing his blazer over his shoulder.

“Let’s go,” he got halfway to the door before you caught up with what was happening and called after him. “What?” The eyeroll that accompanied his annoyed tone would have been funny if you didn’t have to worry about your nose being broken for laughing.

“The bar doesn't close until two,” you said, though it sounded more like a question.

“I’m not staying here all night,” he growled. Once again. You looked to Hua for help, and this time she actually provided.

“So long as you’re willing to answer the door, I can walk them over.” You weren’t sure if you should be relieved you weren’t being dragged out of your job, or disappointed that your chance to escape this situation was lost. Regardless, the three of you followed through with the plan. Kalpas left, and when you were done closing up, Hua led the way to his building. Along the way, she adjusted her sleeves no less than ten times; a nervous habit you’d only seen her do when there was a fight coming up. Hearing the footsteps trailing from behind, you understood why.

The conversation between you was stilted, the obvious tail making you both tense. After pressing the buzzer, neither of you spoke, so you took the chance to get your bearings. It hadn’t been a far walk from the bar, but you’d have to walk twice as far to get to your own apartment. Eden’s place was nearby, though you’d only been once so you couldn’t remember specifically where she stayed. Unlike most buildings in town, the brickwork outside was clean, and the cars were parked in a nearby garage rather than the street. It all seemed a bit too polished for a mobster, but you supposed you didn’t know Kalpas that well.

Heavy footsteps stomping down stairs drew your attention just in time to see him open the door for you, wearing nothing but a pair of pants and a scowl. Immediately your eyes shot to the pavement, trying not to think too hard about the sight right in front of you. Aside from the sharp lines of muscle, Kalpas bore dozens of scars. You could spend hours pouring over each and every one, listening to the story behind them all while–

You quickly forced your creeping gaze back down before it got too far.

Kalpas grumbled something about being woken up, Hua pointed out that he signed up for this and you decided to head inside before someone became conscious enough to start throwing punches. After saying good night to Hua you followed him up the stairs, decidedly not looking up from each step. The trip was unbearably long, though whether that was due to the height of the building or the tense situation, you weren’t sure. Inside the apartment wasn’t half as bad as you were expecting.

You could see the rugs on the floor without any laundry getting in the way (though there were definitely a few blood stains) and the kitchen looked lived in, but not messy (though there were definitely a few scorch marks on cabinets). Rounding a corner, you both headed up another flight of stairs to the bedrooms. Now, in most cases, a host would walk you to your room, or at least give you some directions. Kalpas went straight to his room and closed the door on your face.

Shock and anger were both perfectly good options for you to be feeling right now, but you went with confusion. Where the hell were you supposed to sleep? Do you start opening doors and spend the night in a random room, or head back downstairs to the couch. The thought of a bed was much more appealing, so you opened the nearest door and crashed for the night, not even caring that you still wore your work clothes.

Kalpas wasn’t an early riser, which didn’t surprise you, but it was still odd not to hear any movement so late in the day. Working nights had you sleeping in until noon most days. It was currently one, so either he left the apartment without waking you, or he intended to get every minute of his beauty sleep. You had hoped to say thank you before leaving, but you weren’t going to sit around and wait when you were desperate for a shower at your own home.

After checking out the window to be certain there were no obvious stalkers outside, you began the long journey down the stairs. Now you understood why Kalpas had such nice legs–not that you had looked. Ten flights was a long way to go, and you were feeling it by the time you reached the bottom. Wasn’t this what elevators were for? You groaned when you realized that you still had a thirty minute walk ahead of you.

Back at your own place, you had never been so happy to have a day off. You stayed in the shower a little longer than usual, just trying to wrap your mind around everything that had happened the past few days. Things just weren’t adding up. Honkai didn’t usually draw things out like this; he hated playing cat and mouse. Someone trying to find a way into the Moth family would go for the more publicly known names like Elysia or Hua, not someone very few could recognize in person like Kalpas, and certainly not a bartender who happened to work for a member. Ideas that were crowding your head vanished when you heard the door buzzer. Setting down your mug of coffee, you made the short trek downstairs to let Hua in.

“I’ve got a lead on Caspar,” she said, but the frown on her face told you that this wasn’t good news. The both of you went back to your apartment so you could speak without someone overhearing. “He’s not working for Honkai.” She sat at the table across from you with her arms folded and a crease between her eyebrows.

“He’s just really into setting things on fire and Kalpas is his idol?” you offered, hoping to lighten the mood a little.

“I wish,” Hua sighed. “He’s a cop. I came here to tell you because he’s probably got this place tapped.”

You swore under your breath. “The one pig in town that Su doesn’t pay off and he decides to harass me.” Getting a nod in response you let out a groan. “So, what? We prove I’m not involved? Tell Kalpas and let him deal with it?”

“No. The cops that are on our payroll won’t be too happy if we kill their friend,” Hua shook her head. “I’ll see if someone inside can…persuade Caspar to drop the case. In the meantime, you should stay with Kalpas–”

“What?”

“We’ve already established that this place is compromised,” your friend spoke with militant efficiency that made you realize just how serious the situation was. “Kalpas has been taken to court a hundred times without a conviction. Caspar’s gonna think twice before trying to raise a case against him. It will also keep any attention off of me and my guys while we work.”

“I just–” you ran a hand down your face and gave another frustrated groan. “This sucks.”

Hua just smiled and left you to your moping.

RETURN OF THE JIMJAMS

I am once again using a different word processor don't ask it's such a mess rn so I apologize for typing errors I wrote paskent instead of basket and it didn't say anything. I haven't gone through and edited properly yet, I'll do that when posting to AO3. Also his name is William Honkai. Like. Will Honkai. Like the will of honkai? galaxy brain in here (I think I'm dying) Also I'm sorry this is so long, next three chapters should have actual things happening in it? I'll try to get that out day after tomorrow and it might be the end of the story I think? we'll see if I can actually control the writing

#azaryawrites #kalpas x reader #tamalethebear #honkai x reader #hi3 x reader #mafia au #not edited #take a shot every time kalpas just says “no.” in a fic

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