#mr dad. i mean sorry dad. i mean father. i- [are you stealing my dad right now??]

[lacedinweb22]

daddy's coworker (Miguel O'Hara x reader)

Requested by @thbidkbutok

nsfw 18+

summary: Your father leaves you alone at home with his coworker, Miguel O'Hara, who you've known for years. As he works in your father's office finishing up business, you are tempted to distract him.

warnings: aggressive sex, daddy kink, choking, clawing, unprotected sex (penetration)

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He stood tall, his dark brown eyes looking down at me, standing right beside my father. “Y/N, you remember Mr. O’Hara. He’s been working with me at Alchemax for…Jesus how long, Miguel?” my father asked, looking up at Miguel. He combed his fingers through his wavy hair, his eyebrows furrowed in thought. “I want to say… six years soon,” he replied, looking down at me, his hand out for me to shake. 

His massive hand enveloped my hand, which he shook firmly while maintaining eye contact. “Of course, always nice to see you, Mr. O’Hara,” I replied softly, slowly beginning to blush.

“Please, call me Miguel,” he replied quickly, nodding down to me. 

“Man, just yesterday he was a fresh youngin intern, now he’s made it to the big leagues,” he nudged Miguel, who broke a small smile, “I told him he could use my office for the night since Alchemax’s systems will be down and rebooting for the rest of the night. He has some important algorithms to work on. Your mother and I, however, will be out for the night, unless you care to join?” he asked, looking at me hopefully. “Sorry Dad, I told you I have that stupid pre-lab I really need to work on, but this weekend, I swear I’ll be free,” I assured him, giving him a side hug as he began to back away to leave. “Of course, my love. We’ll be home soon. I trust you’ll be warm and welcoming to Mr. O’Hara, hm?” “Of course, Pa, have fun,” I replied, smiling at both of them as they looked down at me.

I backed away to the kitchen, and began to prepare something to snack on, as my father and Miguel conversed and said their farewells. 

I cut up some fruit, stealing glances and watching them interact. Miguel’s voice was deep and echoing, and his rarely seen smile was contagious. I smiled, subconsciously when he would let out a low chuckle at my dad’s embarrassing jokes.

I’d always seen him at Alchemax dinner parties and gatherings throughout the years. He was always chased after at these events, but was famously known as the stubborn, secretive, and  genius bachelor who could never give anyone the time of day. I remembered watching him converse with the adults, his dry humor going over all of their heads, as I giggled from a distance.  

I remembered when I was fresh in college and he was a fresh intern. I clearly remember the first time we met at my dad’s office. We were so different then. So much has changed. He’s still so handsome, perhaps even more. 

He stole glances at me as they spoke. My cheeks burned, as I quickly looked down at the fruit, slowly nibbling at the mango wedges, avoiding eye contact.

Eventually the front door shut, and Miguel walked to my father’s office. He wore a black form fitting sweatshirt, with dark gray dress pants. He walked so confidently, his glasses hanging on his collar, dangling against his muscular chest. His eyes caught mine staring, as he smirked then nodded to me. He turned forward and entered the office, leaving the door open.

I waited a minute then peeked around the kitchen corner, looking through the glass windows to spy on him. He now wore his glasses, eyebrows scrunched as he slid his fingertips across the hologram screens. 

I looked down at the variety of fruit laid out, then got an idea. 

“Mr. O’Hara— I mean Miguel, would you like a bowl of fruit?” I asked, leaning against the doorframe holding up the bowl. He turned from the hologram, his face lit up by the orange light. 

“Mmm, that does sound good. Please and thank you, Y/N,” he replied, softly. I walked up to the desk, sliding the bowl slowly in front of him. 

“So, what are you up to these days?” I said, popping a grape into my mouth. “Work, lots of work,” he replied, snapping a piece of apple then biting into it.

“And you? Man, the last time I saw you, a few months ago, I helped you—” “You helped me with that insane final project I was working on,” I finished.

“Yes, how’s school treating you?” “Fine, but I don’t really want to talk about that right now, I mean— not to be rude, but… just curious, what’s the dating scene like for you? As an older man I mean,” “older man, huh? I didn’t know I was considered ‘older’ but I guess to you college kids, your late thirties might as well be your death bed,” he scoffed, biting into a half of an apple. I shrugged, waiting for a real response.

“I don’t date. I'm single. I figured you knew this; the entirety of Alchemax won’t shut up about it, but yes, I’m single. I’ve got Gabriella and you know… I’m a busy man,” he answered, his eyes glued to mine.

“Single, wow, how convenient,” I muttered, stealing a grape from his bowl. 

I walked around the desk, coming to his side, looking at the bright screens. I leaned forward on my tiptoes, my hips pushed out in front of him. His eyes remained on me as my eyes explored his scribbles and notes covering the equations and numbers spread across the screen. I looked back at him, he looked up at me from his chair, his eyes darkened. I looked down at the huge bulge in his pants. I scoffed.

“Anyways, sorry to distract you, I have a pre-lab to work on, so I must be going. See you later, Mr. O’Hara. Let me know if you… need anything.” I left the office swiftly and went back to the kitchen to clean up. 

I washed the cutting board, as I suddenly felt his hot breath against my neck. “Someone got the message,” I breathed out, as his hard-on pressed against the back of my thigh through his pants. I turned around, my back against the sink, as his hips pressed up against me. 

He lowered his glasses, looking down at me, then slowly took them off, putting them down on the counter beside us. He towered over me, stroking my cheek, putting his thumb on my chin. He traced my lips gently, smirking as he pressed his member against my inner thighs. 

“Did you think I didn’t notice you staring at me all these years?” he whispered, leaning down to kiss me. “I just didn’t know… you felt the same… tension I felt, Mr. O’Hara,” I breathed out in between his wet kisses. His lips were soft and warm, his sharp teeth, almost like fangs, brushed my lips. “What— your teeth, how—” “Don’t worry about it,” he breathed out against my lips. I pulled away to look up at him, he looked back down at me, then dug his face into my neck, wrapping his teeth around me. “Miguel,” I moaned, as he began to dig his fangs into my skin. “I told you not to worry about it,” he breathed out, as he dug his claws into my thighs. I had a slight idea as to why he was built like a fucking beast, but it wasn’t my main focus. 

He drew his lips back up to my lips, still pinning my waist with his claws, tightly against the counter. He began to slide his fingers down my shorts, slowly pushing them down. He bit my bottom lip then slid his hand down the front of my underwear, playing with my clit. "What a wet, pretty distraction," he groaned into my lips. I moaned out from both pleasure and the excitement from finally getting what I had wanted for years. 

My shorts were now at my ankles, as I stood pressed against him in just my soaked underwear. He swiftly lifted me up, sitting me on the kitchen counter, as he kissed me hard, and pulled my shorts off from my ankles. He threw them to the floor, I grabbed him by his belt, pulling his hips in between my legs, his boner stabbing against my desperately aching heat. I unbuckled his belt and undid his zipper, then tugged his pants down, revealing his boxers and the massive tent his hard-on had built. 

“So hard for me, Mr. O’Hara,” I breathed out, palming his member. His hands rested on the counter on both sides of me, as he hovered over me, sucking on my neck. I continued playing with him, as he moaned my name, his fangs brushing my ear. He then grabbed my ass tightly, digging his claws into my hips, pulling me against his boner. I tugged at his sweatshirt, then helped him take it off as he too pulled my sweater off of me. I was now in just my bra and panties, and he was now shirtless and in boxers. I spread my fingers across his skin. He had scars spread across his figure, and his muscles bulged against his glowy skin. He lowered my bra, and wrapped his hands around my tits, squeezing and playing with them. He lowered his face to my chest and began to suck and bite on my nipples, humming against my skin. I combed my fingers through his waves, tugging at the roots as he moaned into my chest. He squeezed my hips tight, as he traced my chest with hickies.

He stood up straight and slid my underwear to the side, creating access to me, as I pulled his boxers down to reveal his dangerously long and thick member. I wrapped my hand around him, making myself familiar with his length. As I felt him, he dipped two fingers into me slowly, coating himself in my slick, then spreading it along his own length. 

He then guided himself against me, pressing up against my entrance. “Are you ready, princesa?” he asked, smirking, revealing his fangs. “Mhmmm,” I moaned, kissing him and pulling his hips against me. He slowly entered, just his tip stretching me out. I moaned out, wincing in pain. “Fuck, slowly,” I whimpered, gripping his back muscles. He dug his face into my neck, as he pushed up and into me slowly but entirely. He was now completely inside of me, causing my insides to stretch and burn. “Fuck, so tight Y/N,” he groaned into my ear. He gripped my hips with both hands, his claws digging into me as he thrusted in and out of me slowly, pulling me onto his length. He began to speed up, I whimpered and whined as I adjusted to the intense pain and pleasure his thick cock was creating. 

He kissed me, biting my bottom lip as he continued thrusting into me. He pulled the back of my hair tightly, “Such a good girl for me, sitting up there, your wet pretty pussy stretching out for me,” he growled. 

His long cock slammed into my cervix causing me to arch my back to prevent further pain, his dick was now angled hitting my g spot, rubbing against me rapidly, spreading warmth up into my stomach. “You’re going to make me… cum Mr. O’Hara,” I moaned, my lips pressed against his neck.

“What a good girl you’re being for me, mami, you like this?” he breathed out, keeping his rhythm. He wrapped his big hand around my neck, tightly choking me, as he had his other hand on my waist, pulling himself into me. He kissed my shoulder, fucking and choking me simultaneously. His aggressive thrusts caused a wet slapping noise, as his soaked cock continued pushing my slick back into me.

“So this is your idea of warm and welcoming, huh?” he growled, smirking down at my lips. “Do you do this with all of your father’s coworkers, huh? Or am I the lucky one?” he whispered into my ear, his fangs brushing my skin. “You’re the only one, Mr. O’Hara… mmmm fuck, I’m gonna… cum, Miguel,” I whined out, gripping his hand on my neck, and arching my back. “Miguel, fuck,” I whimpered, breathing out as I throbbed around him. He slowed down, releasing my neck, letting me recover from my intense climax.

“I’m not done with you,” he growled, as he lifted me off of the counter then turned me around, and bent me over. He slid my underwear to the side, then pressed his cock against my entrance, slowly entering just his wet tip. He pressed himself in slowly, only warming the tip of his cock repeatedly, creating a wet noise every thrust. He wrapped his hands around my hips tightly, pulling himself into me.

“That man who was just here fifteen minutes ago, that’s your father, I’m your daddy,” he whispered, picking up the pace of just his tip thrusting in and out of me. “I mean, I’m sure as hell old enough to be your daddy,” he scoffed, continuing to tease me with his tip; I groaned into my arms, frustrated.

“You won’t get any more until you call me what I am,” he growled, performing only shallow thrusts. “You’re my– my daddy, Mr. O’Hara… fuck! Please, give it to me,” I whined, pushing my hips further out for more length. “Mmmm that’s better,” he groaned as he entered his entire length into me. We both breathed out heavily as he quickly began to pound into me, rhythmically rearranging my insides. “Mmmm daddy like that, keep going, keep fucking me like that,” I moaned out. “Mmmm ¿como eso mami? You like that, do I make you feel good?” he groaned, his body thrusting into mine, pushing my body into the cold marble counter. I moaned in response, whimpering at every hit. 

His claws dug into my hips, drawing blood that dripped down the side of my thighs. I whimpered in pain, but was too distracted by the pleasure of his length to care. 

“Cmon, Y/N, you can give me one more, I know you can,” he grunted, angling his hips lower, to directly hit up into my g spot. “Miguel, fuck… don’t stop, don’t fucking stop,” I whimpered, feeling my thighs tremble, and my slick drip down my inner thighs. 

“God, what would your father say if he saw you bent over the kitchen island for me, huh? Cumming for me?” he growled through his smirk. “He’d be… furious,” I breathed out. “Fucking furious, huh?” He scoffed. “You’re breaking the rules for me?” he asked, squeezing my thighs tighter. “Mhmmm,” I whimpered, feeling myself about to climax. “Mmmmm fuck, your tight little pussy is going to make me cum,” he breathed out, keeping his rhythm. “Keep going, keep going daddy, please,” I whined out as I began to finish. 

“Ughhhh mami, like that, mmm like that,” he whimpered into my ear, as he bent down, hovering over me, his large biceps surrounding me on each side. He filled me up with his hot white mess, continuing to thrust as we both rode out our highs, pushing his liquid back into me. “Ay Mami, fuck,” he moaned into my ear, his chest pressed against my back. His cum dripped out of me inevitably, as he lowered his hand in between my legs to spread and rub it all around my slit. The noises of our skin and fluids interacting echoed throughout the penthouse. He slowly thrusted then stopped and pulled out, his huge load leaking out of me immediately. I whimpered to myself, my face resting against my arms on the counter. 

His hands explored my back and ass, massaging me as he kissed the back of my shoulder. “Go get cleaned up, Y/N, rápido. Wouldn’t want your father finding out what you did with your new daddy, huh?”

[didishawn]

Part 4 of the mbappe fic where jude, Kobe and kylian meet irl + the mom too cuz why not. Sorry for asking too much but this is too good 😫🤚❤️

Face to face (Kylian Mbappe x Reader)

Warnings: so much teasing, your brothers being little shits

Masterlist

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 5

If it were for you, this wouldn't be happening right now, but after your mother threatened to go to Paris herself to meet your boyfriend, you couldn't delay this anymore, so that takes you here, standing in front of your family's front door, hand in hand with the Kylian Mbappe.

Unfortunately, it's Jude who opens the door, eyebrow raised and pretended disgust as he looks you both up and down.

"Jobe! They are here!"

That call definitely did not sound good, your boyfriend giving you a confused look as you tense up.

You were right to be suspicious, as your little brother decides for some reason to come out to greet you both wearing a pair of boxing gloves, struggling to hug you then lightly hitting Kylian.

"Hello, Kyky" he greets "Prepared to fight?"

"This has to be a joke..." you sigh, unbelieving of your brother's antics, glaring at Jude snickering in the background.

Kylian, Kyky, smirks "I mean, I forgot my gloves, but we can do this the traditional way, unless you are too afraid to face me without the fancy gear"

You give him a wide eyed look "You have to be kidding me-Mum! Your sons are being weird again!"

The two brats glare at you "Snitch" they say.

You mum comes out of the house, your father close behind, both pushing through your gigantic brothers to tightly embrace you, your mother leaning to whisper into your ear.

"You and I still have a long conversation pending" wide smile that gives you the creeps when she talks, Jude and Jobe sticking out their tongues at you.

She separates from you, your father still taking you into his arms, you watch as your mum observes your boyfriend for a minute, before truly smiling and also hugging him -the look of betrayal in your brothers' faces hilarious.

"It's so nice to finally meet you, Kylian, you don't know how much I longed to finally meet the man who has my little y/n so head over heels.

"It's so nice to finally meet you too, Mrs Bellingham, I can definitely see who my dear y/n got that amazing smile from"

She laughs, Jude groans, it's your father's turn to greet your boyfriend, you can sense the evil and self-satisfied vibes coming from your brothers.

Your father has always been hard on your boyfriends, they know he will be on their side.

The older man looks the footballer up and down, blank look on his face.

He then smiles, kind greeting as his sons call him a traitor.

But what can your dad say? He is a true lover of good footballers, and Kylian looks nice enough.

Your mother calls you both to enter, hitting Jude and Jobe on the back of their heads as they try to put up mean faces.

Dinner is already set, and you have to fight off Jude as he tries to sit in between Kyky and you -little shit, he glares at your for the mumbled insult.

Jobe struggles to eat with the boxing gloves -he states Kylian is looking for the chance to catch him off guard and start their fight.

For some reason, Jude feels the need to tell Kylian all about the Erling Haaland being into you.

"Be careful, Kyky, or Erling might steal my sister from you"

Kylian laughs "He can try, but something tells me your sister has a clear preference in between us both"

"I honestly am curious to know if this little quarrels of yours will keep on going if you both do end up playing on the same team"

"Yeah, I will be like: Kyky, pass me the ball! Erling used to do it faster, you fucking idiot!"

"Jude!"

"Sorry, Mum"

Kylian pays no mind to Jude's words -he knows the Borussia Dortmund's player to be a little shit as you have told him so multiple times.

"When is our fight starting?" Jobe asks, everyone else having almost finished eating as he keeps on struggling.

"You know I am not going to fight you, right?"

"Ha! Coward!"

You turn to whisper to your mother "And you wonder why I waited so much for this to happen"

Dinner is over, and you all lazy around the living room, honestly, more of a "interrogating Kyky session" -you throw cushions at your brothers for their stupid questions.

Your boyfriend suddenly perks up "Oh, right, Jobe, I have something for you"

The youngest instantly stands up, getting away, raising his arms in a defensive way "Please, don't punch me!"

"Who is the coward now..." you whisper, he glares at you.

"Don't worry, Jobe, we won't fight until you give the sign, this is something else" he reaches down to his bag, searching through his packed up clothes before finally taking it out "Here you go"

Jobe hesitantly takes the package, eyes widening up as he sees it's contents "No way..."

"There you go, my shirt, given to you by me as you wished"

"You know where that would look amazing?" you ask "In your room, right in front of your study table, it will for sure upgrade your bedroom"

"But that is where he hung up my shirt!" Jude protests.

"Exactly, so much better"

He turns to you mum "Are you going to let her talk like that to me?"

"I mean, it's a pretty good gift, Jude"

"Mum!"

Your father looks almost shy as he opens his mouth, but before he can even talk, Kyky hands him too a package, smiling reassuringly as your father smiles happily.

"Seriously? You are all a bunch of traitors"

"I suppose you don't want yours"

"... I know realise why you are with my sister, you are both asshats"

Still, he happily takes his gift, your mother does too.

It gets late, everyone bidding goodbye as you all retire to your rooms, you taking Kyky's hands, taking him up to your room.

He admires where you grow up, looking around even if you are tangled up, cuddling, talking nonsense.

The door suddenly opens, you sit up, annoyed when you see both your brothers walking in without any notice, sleeping bags in hand.

"What do you two think you are doing?"

"A sleepover, of course" Jobr says as if it was obvious.

"Mum and Dad don't want grandkids yet, and besides, you want us and Kyky to get to know each other better, don't you?"

Your parents sure are confused to see the empty sleeping bags the next morning, Jude and Jobe having annoyingly thrown themselves to sleep in top of you and Kylian.

It surely will be a long week.

[whore4mattsstubble]

THE BOYFRIEND

m.s

summary:matt meets his teenage daughters new boyfriend..

yours and matts daughter,macey ,had a boyfriend.you was happy for her but matt wasn’t a fan.

macey came running down the stairs shouting at her father,

“omg!! dadddd!”

macey rolled her eyes at the sight of her dad laying in his pjs scrolling on his phone.

“danny is on his way,you need to get dressed.”

matt stared at his daughter as he sighed and finally complied.

“fine but this ‘boy’ better be worth MY time.”

he empathised the ‘my’ as he got up to get ready.

-later on-

a knock was lightly hit onto your small, happy family’s door.

macey basically threw herself down the stairs ,fixing her hair and new dress she’d just put on,shouting to her parents

to come down. you were in the kitchen getting a glass of water for yourself, while matt was walking down the stairs smiling slyly as he saw his daughters face drop. you were confused as you watched her face droop but as soon as you peeked your head around the door frame that blocked your view of what made her smile fade,you realised..matt was wearing his t-shirt..or more like THE t-shirt,to be more specific the one that read..’i know i have a beautiful daughter but i also have a gun,a shovel and an alibi’

you burst out into a fit of giggles ,the water from the cup you just drank out of almost spilling out your mouth, but macey did NOT find that funny at all.

as you laughed she gave you a death stare which made you laugh even harder.

macey broke the awkward silence.

“dad. change. now.”

matt laughed and cut himself off with a simple but strong “no.”

your daughter stared at you for a moment until she said,

“mom please tell him to change!”

you thought for a second and stared matt down.

“hey,sweetie mabye you-“

you were cut of as matt opened the door giving you and macey a smirk.

the boy was stood outside he definitely heard the conversation that just happened. he stood outside awkwardly awaiting to be allowed in. you could tell he was a kind and polite boy but matt couldn’t care less.

“oh my god come in! sorry sweetheart.”you invited danny,the boy,in.

“its fine Mrs.Sturniolo,”

it was obvious the poor boy was intimidated by matt,especially his shirt.

the boy gulped as matt looked him up and down,danny put his hand out to shake your husbands hand as he looked up at him.matt firmly shook his daughters boyfriends hand.

danny finally spoke up

“p-pleasure to meet you,uhh sir? or is that to formal? h-how about Mr.Sturniolo.is that okay..?”

matt stared down at the boy.

“sirs fine,kid”

matt sat down staring at the basketball that was playing on the tv.

you spoke up.

“oh danny your poor thing,you can sit

down if you want!”

danny sighed a sigh of relief

“thank you Mrs.Stur-“

you cut him off

“ you don’t have to call me ‘Mrs.Sturniolo, y/ns fine darling!”

the boy was seemingly more comfortable with you than your husband

“oh thank you,mrs- oh i mean y/n!”

he gave you a most sincere smile youd ever seen.if you wanted your daughter to be dating anyone it would be

this boy.

you left the room with your daughter leaving matt and danny in the living room.

the awkward tension wasnt getting better so matt spoke,

“what are your intentions with macey.”

the boy was startled by this sudden approach.

“u-uhm ,sir i just want to make her feel happy and uh-comfortable.”

“ok.good..” matt mumbled

“are you having ‘it’ with macey yet.”

matt was straightforward no questions asked.

“no,matt- i mean sir. no sir.”

matt gave a sigh of relief

“phew, if you were i would’ve murdered you right hear right now!”he chuckled.

dannys face was full of fear.

“just joking ,kid, but seriously you picked the right answer.”

macey walked in,

“hey dad, hey danny! ima steal him for a bit, love you dad”she grabbed dannys arm and pulled him upstairs.

you walked into the living room after macey and danny left to go upstairs.

“hey ma “ matt breathed

“hey bernard” you giggled

“mamas.dont call me thatt.”

“fine” you rolled your eyes jokingly

“i have come here for a reasonnn thoughhhh!”you pouted.

“and whats that baby?” matt raised his eyebrow playfully.

“why do you have to be so mean to danny! he’s such a sweet,good and polite boy!”

matt mumbled,”i dont know im just trying to protect my daughter,shes are only child ,ma!”

“fine.but shes 16 now shes bound to grow up.”you reply.

“fine you’re beautiful face and voice has convinced me to give the boy a chance.but only one.”matt sighed but smiled.

you kissed matts head and got up.

“atta’ boy!”

he smirked.

-when dannys about to leave-

macey opens the door for danny and plants a kiss on his cheek and whispers

“i love you , see you soon.” and skips up to her room.

matt and y/n then walk to the door.

“awh i hope you have a great day,aslong as you look after my macey your a good boy danny.”you say smiling

“thank you for having me miss y\n,see you soon.” the boy said.

he then stared at matt a lump grew in his throat.

ah kid i tried to hate ya’ but i couldnt your in my goodbooks. matt patted him on the back

danny smiled and said

“see ya sir”

and walked off he was a

good boy.

“see wasnt that hardd was it bernard!!”you smiled

“i said dont call me that mamasss!”

“but he is a good kid”

“he is indeed,he definitely was scared of you though.”

you said.

[blacklegsanjiii]

North Blue Language CH 6

He stitches Zoro's ankles up the way his dad would sew him up. Minus the apologies because he didn't give these cuts to Zoro, he did it to himself.

(chapter contains brief acesan)

Travelling with Luffy was a whole new level of excitement that coated Sanji's haki to become tiresome very quickly but he powered through. Luffy was a bundle of excited energy and Nami's freedom overwhelming at times but he cooked. Usopp was nervous as he told stories about his dad on the seas travelling with Shanks. All clips from the paper Sanji knows. Zoro also refuses to see his worth it seems. No matter how Sanji can defend or care for the crew Zoro seems to find him lacking.

So Sanji cooks. He's rarely out of the galley but since the Merry is small he still has quite a few interactions with his crew and fights with Zoro more often than not it seems. He wishes he could get along with the Mosshead but there's just something about him that irks Sanji. Not even the fact the guy wants to kill his dad, that's not even part of the problem, even if he has the potential to get good enough to do it. Maybe it's because his dad let him live? Sanji isn't going to waste energy, he can't. He has a crew to cook for after all.

When they pick up Vivi and Karoo, both of them are bigger than Sanji remembers. Up until now they were permanently small, three and just barely a year old. The small duckling could fit in his hands then. They don't talk about it, Sanji acts aloof when she asks if she knows him. He can't let it get out, get uncontrollable because he and his crew will die before they reach Alabasta otherwise.

Little Garden leaves Sanji with the ship and no crew. It's a couple hours after the crew is supposed to be back when he goes searching and finds the hut with the forever post to Alabasta. He finds his crew mostly fine and some guy he assumes is the Mr. 3 that Mr. 0 was looking for on the denden.

“Oh, Sanji. What are you doing off ship?” Nami asks him.

“It's a few hours past when you guys said you'd be back so I came looking. Good thing too, I found this.” He smiles as he presents the post. Vivi squeals in delight and hugs him and Sanji hugs back and helps her put it on her wrist. It reminds him of his parents. Of his dad who would rarely bring home jewellery for his mother but placed it on her with the utmost care. He stitches Zoro's ankles up the way his dad would sew him up. Minus the apologies because he didn't give these cuts to Zoro, he did it to himself. He doesn't even give the sentient algae a smile or call him dumb, just focuses on the task.

That night when he and Vivi meet in the crows nest, her doing the first watch him doing second does he give her a sorry smile.

“My crew, they can't know. It's a secret.” He explains.

“I'm glad you're alive, I'm sorry about your mother.” Vivi says.

“Don't be, she's alive and well. I am sorry about yours.” Sanji replies as he rubs her shoulder.

“Thank you, you both got out then?” She asks.

“Yes, it was rough but a man found us and took us in.” Sanji nods.

“Zeff, right? The retired pirate at Baratie?” Vivi asks with a smile.

“No, someone far more dangerous.” Sanji laughs as he leans over the side. “Dracule Mihawk. He found me stealing food from his ship and then took us in. He trained me in my observation haki. He told us he loved us not even four months after he took us to Kuraigana, he has a massive vineyard and learned Northern because I often gave up on Common towards the end of the day.” He smiles at her.

“You're both very lovable, your father was an idiot for not seeing it.” Vivi agrees evenly. “Thank you for trusting me Sanji, it means a lot. For all that it's worth I am glad you're alive.” She leans against him and Sanji leans his head on hers.

“I'm glad you're alive too, Princess.” He says.

Nami gets sick so they stop at Drum Island. Luffy carries Nami up the mountain and Sanji protects them. Sanji throws them up as he lets himself get washed away in the avalanche. He will sacrifice himself for his crew, to repay the kindness they have shown him. Even Zoro. Maybe to prove his worth to the asshole or prove that he belongs to the crew. To Luffy.

He feels a sharp pain in his back that steals the breath from him. His legs fill with pins and needles as the snow swallows him while he can't get out. He can't escape. He lets the black swallow him whole.

“Huh, I haven't seen something like this in ages.” An old witch looking woman says as he awakes. “Ah, you're waking up. Want to tell me why a Vinsmoke made his way into my care?”

“I'm not.” Sanji answers. “I'm the failure so I'm not a Vinsmoke.” The witch looks at him and nods.

“Fair enough. Whatever. Don't move too much. We had to do surgery on your back, you should only have a small scar though.” Witch lady says.

“My crewmates?” Sanji asks.

“Alive.” She answers. “Get some more sleep.” Sanji nods and closes his eyes and sleeps. He awakes to Luffy asking for food so he gets up.

“That was dumb.” Luffy scolds him. “You don't need to sacrifice yourself for people, least of all me!”

“But if I hadn't done that we all would have been swallowed by the avalanche, Luffy.” Sanji replies as he gets dressed. “Besides, thanks to you we all made it up here! So let's find the kitchen, okay?” He smiles at his captain and they leave once he's dressed. They chase a deer and find Nami, who is luckily. He makes sure he's okay and apologises to the deer, Chopper, and is led to the kitchen to cook.

Chopper sits and watches him. Sanji hums as he cooks, the same melodies of a dead god and the lullaby of the moon he grew up with. He cooks for them and plates it up. Luffy finds his way and he takes plates to Kureha and Nami. They fight Wapol who demands to take down the Jolly Roger at the top of the castle and somehow Luffy has worn down Chopper enough to become a member of the crew, their doctor.

The pink snow, the cherry blossom mirage as they escape. It's sweet as Chopper cries about his dead father. Vivi comforts him as they sail off. Sanji does what he does best and makes sweets for the deer, the kid really. Alabasta in their sights as Luffy's brother shows up.

Sanji knows he likes men, he told his parents he liked both genders and Mihawk sat him down for a talk about Shanks specifically. About disappointing partners and ambition. Ace doesn't seem that way though and he's surprised he doesn't have a nosebleed when Ace lights his cigarette for him from where he's perched on the railing and Vivi gives him a knowing look as he flusters his way to the galley.

Ace offers his help with dishes, with packing, he keeps lighting his cigarettes and he calls Sanji cute. Zoro keeps glaring at them. Ace helps them a little and finds Luffy in the desert and returns him before he goes back on his hunt for Black Beard. All in all they only spend a day and a half together but Sanji kisses Ace goodbye in private and has a nosebleed they laugh at.

“I'll see you again soon, Blondie.” Ace promises him.

“I'm holding you to that, Commander.” Sanji grins at him. He flies to his ship and they wave him off. They make it through Alabasta and King Cobra is back on the throne where he should be. Ms. All Sunday, Nico Robin joins their crew and the festivities. King Cobra knows who Sanji is but doesn't say anything about it. Vivi must have filled him in, Sanji thinks.

They set off and when everyone but him is on deck Nico Robin comes into the galley and sits at the table, eyeing him. Scrutinising him.

“Can I do something for you, Robin-chan?” He asks lightly as he pulls his haki in closer to himself.

“Your haki.” She says. He can't tell if it's a demand or a statement of fact.

“What about it?” He asks hesitantly and she narrows her eyes at him.

“Hawkeye trained you.” She states.

“I'd prefer it if you didn't say that so loud. Whoever he knew died when I left Baratie.” Sanji says while fixing her a look. “Safer that way.”

Robin nods as he sets a cup of coffee near her. They don't talk about it further. They can't really. There's no privacy, really. She eyes him though, always watching like Zoro does. Like he's a liability and he hates it.

“What's that song about?” Luffy asks after dinner as it's his turn to help with dishes. Robin is still sitting at the table and reading a book she found. Sanji looks at his captain and smiles softly.

“It's a lullaby about a man and the moon.” Sanji answers.

“Oh. Cool.” Luffy says. “Can you sing it?” He looks at Sanji with a goofy smile and Sanji obliges. He can feel the barest hint of a smile from Robin at the table.

~*~

BLACKLEG SANJI

77,000,000 BERI

DEAD OR ALIVE

What an awful portrait. Sora is laughing at it like she lost her damn mind. Mihawk keeps looking at it in confusion because Sanji does not look like that. Sora is crying and cannot right herself.

“P-put it away!” She chokes out through the laughter.

“I would if I knew where.” Mihawk argues but Sora is turning blue from laughing and Mihawk worried that she would faint. Sure she was stronger now but some days were harder than others.

“Dracule!” She laughed as he showed it to her again.

“I think we ought to display it, it is his first bounty after all.” Mihawk smirked at the woman. She squeals again and tries to cover her face and shield herself from it. “Sora, he'd be upset if we didn't.” He chuckles and Sora runs away from him but Mihawk chases her.

“Don't you dare!” She yells.

“We could display it next to the family photos!” He yells back with a grin. They make a sharp turn around a corner and through a door to make it outside near the vegetable garden. Mihawk manages to catch her and swing her around in a spin, arms tight around her waist.

“We cannot put that up, he'll kill you.” Sora laughs, shoving the poster away while trying to catch her breath.

“Mm, he'll certainly try his best.” Mihawk laughs. “Maybe that green haired imbecile will do it. He wants to be the greatest swordsman next.”

“I wish you wouldn't have to die to pass that title on. It's a stupid tradition and what if Sanji brings us grandkids? Grandkids! You could have a real swordsman to train then.” Sora huffs at him. It's a conversation they've had several times and Mihawk has been wavering on the ‘to the death’ portion of the duel rules that usually come with the passing of the title.

“We'll see, now won't we?” He asked as he heaved her over his shoulder. “For now we need to hang this up.” He starts heading back to the castle as Sora hits his back more as an act of annoyance than anger. The poster is nearly hung next to Mihawk's latest underneath the family photos. Sora giggles helplessly at it every time she passes it in the hallway.

[vampykween]

HI MICCC :3 hope you are well!! i’ve been brainrotting about ur singledad!simon and here’s a list of scenarios nd thoughts that’s been plaguing my mind

what if poppy got into a fight at school? the fight was short because you pulled them apart almost instantly - but she still got her hair pulled and a scratch on her cheek, and poppy knows from simon that fighting isn’t the best option, but when simon answers your call and hears poppy’s crying in the background, how would he react!!

the way kids like to overshare and have no filter, i can see poppy casually telling you stuff like “yeah my daddy has no friends” or “daddy doesn’t talk much”.. and then when simon comes to pick her up, maybe you two have a small convo and you accidentally slip up and mention what poppy’s told you about him.. then he looks and poppy and you like 🤨what else did you hear..

Oklfldldg how does simon do father daughter nights! is he the type to play competitively in games with her or does he always let her win? does he like taking her out to eat or does he prefer cooking at home :3

AAAA okay last one i promise:3 how do the other kids react to poppy’s behemoth of a dad? are they scared? do they think he’s a mafia boss of some sort? or do they find him incredibly awesome and think he’s a giant from those action movies

(ofc u don’t have to do all of them if u don’t want to OR if u don’t want to spoil anything for the series, just some thoughts! take ur time<3)

hi bby! i am very well right now actually and this made things even better, i could kiss your brain truly mwah <3

i will be saving these ideas because this gave me much needed inspiration and motivation for this series. also sorry if i didnt go as in depth with these, but the longer they sat in my drafts i realized i was never going to remember to finish oops! also i hope you dont mind i will be stealing the oversharing poppy idea if fits perfectly with what i have going for part 3 hehe

✴︎ I feel like simon would be fuming, at whom he’s not even sure. I imagine that some kid said something rude and snarky to her and she couldn’t take it anymore and popped on them, and you’re shocked because poppy is normally such a sweet little girl. Simon would definitely hug poppy close because seeing his baby hurt cuts like a knife, takes her out for ice cream and then chides her because omg! has she lost her mind fighting at school, but also he’s a tiny bit proud she’s a fighter like him. 

✴︎No because Poppy would most definitely do this, in her head she’s just rattling off mundane things about her father, but you’re sporting a frown because there’s a tiny part of you that hates the idea of Simon being alone with just poppy. Not that it’s any of your business though (you would definitely have to remind yourself of that).

Simon is groaning at his daughter’s perceptive nature and how willing she is to share every thought she has. When you waved him over to where you were during school pick up, Simon was praying something bad hadn't happened.  “Mr. Riley, err Simon, sorry.” you correct yourself quickly at the raised eyebrow look he gives you. “Is everything okay… like at home?” you’re mentally face palming at the way you blurted out the very intrusive question. You sense his shock by the question by the almost imperceptible widening of his eyes. “Why-” he looks down at Poppy who’s swinging her tiny hand in his, not paying any attention to the conversation you two are having, “What did she say to you?” You wring your hands nervously, the older man’s deadpan stare makes  you feel like you’re in trouble for some reason. “Poppy mentioned to me that you don't have any friends or talk much to anybody. I don't mean to pry, really I swear. Kids will tell you anything, i'm sure you know. After what happened with the family tree thing and-” You're cut off by Simon’s large hand settling on your shoulder, clearly an attempt to calm you down and halt your rambling, but it has the opposite effect and all you can think about is how enormous his hands are and the weight of it grasping you.  “No need to apologize, Poppy talks my ear off about you. I’d be surprised if she didn’t talk to you about things. And you don't need to worry about me, luv. Im fine being alone, i've got my little petal and that’s enough f’me.” There’s an aura of wistfulness in his words, that makes you want to push him for a more truthful answer, but you chide yourself at your thoughts. You barely know this man. Whatever longing you think is in his voice may as well be a projection of your own sadness; a failed long term relationship will do that to a person. 

✴︎Definitely loves to play games but does not let Poppy win because he wants her to learn how to lose and be okay with it. (You would applaud this btw, this is every teachers’ dream. Trust me on that). Their father-daughter nights also will be movie nights with as many sweets as poppy desires because Simon won't bend to anything but her little puppy dog eyes. I feel like even though he’s not the best cook ever Simon would go out of his way to cook Poppy’s favorites for her. Especially like on a saturday morning and wakes her up with breakfast in bed because why not spoil his little girl if he can. 

✴︎I think it's a mix of both really. I imagine Poppy goes to some nice fancy school because why not lol. And some of Poppy's classmates have snooty rich parents who turn their noses up at Simon so their kids are kinda wary of him too. I think Poppy would hype up her dad so much at recess time. Telling stories of how he used to be a ‘super cool soldier’ and all the other kids would be staring in awe like omg your dad is so cool, my dad just does people’s taxes lol.

[catindabag]

TBOSAS on Crack short take (12)

Festus: Coryo! Lizzie! My favorite friends, I have a super important thing I need to ask you guys!

Coryo: Fest, for the last time, I don’t have food to feed you. I’m poor. End of story. So don’t go begging me for cheeseburgers again.

Lysistrata: And please don’t tell me to ask my parents if consuming 10 sugar sticks in one sitting is healthy or not.

Festus: Besties, please! That’s not what I’m here for! I swear!😭

Coryo: Ok? Did something happened?

Festus: No. Not really-

Coryo: Are you in trouble?!😧

Lysistrata: Are you dying?!

Coryo: Did Highbottom gave you another demerit-

Festus: Persephone Price and I are going out!🤭

Coryo: Perse- Persephone?! You’re dating Cannibal Price?!

Festus: Yeah! She asked me first, and of course, I said yes!😍

Lysistrata: That’s so sweet! I’m so happy for you, Bestie!

Coryo: I see. I get it now! You’re having trouble with her taste!

Festus: No, not at all! Thankfully, she ain’t even picky!

Coryo: To be fair, we can’t afford to be picky eaters in this day and age.

Festus: Well, my ✨Percy Bae✨ likes to eat any kind of meat anyway~.🥰

Coryo: Yeah. I know.🤢

Festus: So all I’m asking you guys is to come up with our ship name!

Lysistrata: Ship name? What ship name?

Festus: Like Coryo and Sejanus have ✨Snowjanus✨ for their ship name!

Lysistrata: I thought ✨SnowPlinth✨ was their official ship name?

Coryo: I thought we’re going with ✨CabbageBread✨?

Festus: I thought your future father-in-law (Strabo Plinth) wanted to call it the ✨PlinthSnow Dynasty✨?

Lysistrata: Didn’t Mr. Plinth say something about him dating Coryo’s dead dad before?

Coryo: Don’t say that out loud, Lizzie. Highbottom might hear you. He might even expel you from school for claiming that my dad’s dead.

Lysistrata: But he is dead.

Festus: Our delusional Dean would disagree.

Lysistrata: Oh, c’mon! Highbottom needs to move on! He can’t just pretend forever that he’s still dating Coryo’s very dead dad!

Festus: Well, too bad. Their infamous “Crasca University Breakup” was so popular that even the Districts are not over it.

Coryo: Especially when my father started dating some rich older dude from District 2.😞

Festus: I thought he was dating someone from the Ravinstills?

Lysistrata: Well, whoever it was, I hope it wasn’t President Ravinstill himself!🤣

Coryo: You guys are so mean!

Festus: At least it wasn’t Hilarius Heavensbee’s creepy old man.

Coryo: But seriously, I don’t even want to hear about my dead dad’s past love affairs.😩

Festus: Well, whatever that was, I still can’t keep track of your official ship name, Coryo. Sorry~.

Coryo: Don’t be. Neither can I.

Festus: But here are my suggestions for the Festus x Persephone ship!

Lysistrata: Well, we are all ears! Fire away, Festy Baby!

Festus: First up! ✨Persus✨!

Coryo: No.

Festus: ✨PerseFest✨?

Lysistrata: Cute. But could be better?

Festus: ✨Festphone✨!

Coryo: That one’s nice. . . If you’re a telephone brand!😂

Lysistrata: Coryo, don’t be too mean!

Festus: How about ✨Cannibal & Me✨?😀

Coryo: Heck, no!

Festus: Too soon?

Coryo: Let’s stick with ✨PerseFest✨. Like what Lizzie said, cute and simple.

Lysistrata: Yeah. I like the sound of that already.

Festus: Really?! Thanks, Besties! I knew I could count on you!😘 *runs to find Persephone*

Coryo: That went well.

Lysistrata: So Coryo, my dearest accomplice, wanna steal Highbottom’s apple berry pie?

Coryo: The one that’s been sitting on his office desk since lunchtime?

Lysistrata: Yup.😏

Coryo: Sure! I’m starving!

[nightcrawlerzincorporated]

Ruminating once again about Luther McDonald. How he’s the kind of man who, when he couldn’t afford Christmas presents, went house to house stealing other people’s so that his family still got to celebrate. The way how, even though he and Mrs Mac clearly don’t love each other (the fan theory that they’re in a lavender marriage is my best friend), he still always comes home to her when he can and she still covers for his crimes. The implication, however vague, that at one point there was at least friendship between them that shines through even after years of apathy and hate. The picture of the three of them hugging and smiling that Mac has on his bedside table. There was something there, before he was sent to prison. In Dennis Looks Like a Registered Sex Offender, the first thing Luther does is go and spend time with Mac while also apologizing to people he’s wronged. He makes plans to take Mac and Charlie to the baseball hall of fame like he knows Mac’s always wanted. He’s genuinely trying to be a good dad in this episode. And yeah, at the end he says he’s gonna kill Mac next time he sees him, which is an awful thing to say even if you don’t mean it, but when he actually does see Mac and Charlie again in Mac and Charlie Die, he immediately clarifies he just doesn’t want to see either of them again. In his letter at the end, he clarifies further to Mac that he wants some distance to “learn how to forgive you”, even adding, “P.S. I still love you”. Before he’s put back in prison.

This isn’t to say that Luther is a good father by any means. He’s a homophobic dick. But I think he’s more complicated than some people give him credit for. There’s this ongoing thread about how the American prison system harms people, harms families. There’s this impression that I get watching through the series that Luther was a kind of scummy guy who was trying his best to provide for his and love his family and being sent to prison where he experienced violence and had to become more violent in return just continued to deteriorate his mental state which in turn deteriorated the mental state of everyone in his life. Each time he gets sent back to prison, he gets more cruel, more angry. And I know that even the show sometimes likes to act like he’s just always been this awful person, but I don’t think the text taken as a whole actually supports that. I think Dennis sees Mac’s hope that his dad will one day say he loves him again as delusional because Dennis accepted at a young age that his own father doesn’t love him (even though Frank clearly does love him to some capacity he’s just a deeply fucked up person and—sorry, this isn’t about Frank). But I think Mac’s hope comes from this belief that the decent person his father once was still exists. Mac’s love for his father is based on something, even if that something has been far away for an increasing number of years.

And I think taking all this in about Luther just makes Mac Finds His Pride even more fucked up. Because Mac’s dance isn’t just about coming out as gay, it’s about his feelings about God and his feelings about his father. Mac was using performance art, something which the show has established is very important and personal to him and the rest of the gang (it’s pretty much the only way any of them express genuine emotion), to reach for a moment of connection with this person who he hasn’t felt connected to since his early childhood. To express to the man who wasn’t around to see him grow up what it was like for him. The way he saw God and love and men and women as only being able to exist in an extremely specific way that were all tied into each other and tied into each other in a way his own personal feelings didn’t align with and the way that fact tore him apart. Because he always just wanted to be the perfect straight Catholic son his dad wanted instead of just letting himself be himself. But he realized the only way he could be happy was by being himself, and he accepted (hoped) that was something God could forgive him for, and in turn hoped was something his dad could forgive him for. But Luther had already given up on Mac as a son before he even said he was gay. He doesn’t want a moment of connection with him, a spark of recognition or understanding. Maybe at one point he would have tried, would have at least stayed for the whole performance, but that point is long gone. He can only see Mac as someone who ruined his life—who sent him back to prison when he finally got out, who made his case against murder charges and his time in prison more difficult. He wants a son who never wavered in their devotion or love for him (the way God in Catholicism is often depicted as wanting unwavering love and devotion), and he doesn’t see Mac as that kind of person. But Mac’s love for his father wavering or being thrown into question doesn’t change the intensity or existence of that love, just like his relationship with God. And if Luther tried, he’d see that. And maybe on some level he knows he’d find that connection if he tried. So he doesn’t.

[kentucky-fried-thea]

explain sweeney todd

oh goodie!! sorry this took possibly a year? I forgor

ok so the musical starts with the whole fucking cast going ONCE UPON A TIME there was this guy! he had weird eyes :) and then sweeney arrives

ACT 1

so this guy named anthony is a sailor who rescued sweeney which I guess makes sweeney his new dad ? and anyways they reach london and anthony is like ahh london 🥰 and sweeney is like ahh london 🤮🤮🤮 and anthony is like hold on my stuffs already here... and then the beggar woman sexually harasses them both ooh la la

and then for plot and exposition reasons I guess sweeney explains to the audience I mean to anthony that he used to be a barber but then this bitch judge turpin fell inlove with his wife and sent him to prison oh wow. oh and also he had a daughter named jooohaaaaaaannaaaaa. then he leaves and his first stop is fucking mrs lovetts fucking meat pie shop

so mrs lovett is like OOOH A MAN and her voice and her loins are READY to tell him how fucking awful her pies are and then sweeney asks to have the upstairs bc that's where he worked when he was normal. and she goes oooh careful that's where this guy used to live until his wife got stolen and raped and he got prisoned. and sweeney goes no fucking shit lady I'm that guy. so lovett goes "oksies won't tell anyone <3 btw your wife arseniced herself. I am implying that she's dead btw this is plot relevant. oh also turpin kidnapped your daughter"

so sweeney is like oh cool so I'm gonna fucking kill him then and lovett is like oh boy! you should use these here razors that used to be yours and are like the best ever. so yeah he becomes a barber again

meanwhile anthony is walking by a window and oh wow whos that gorgeous lady singing in the window SPOILER ALERT ITS SWEENEY TODDS DAUGHTRT JOHANNA and he's like fuck yeah I'm gonna steal that bitch but turpin and his slimy ass little minion beadle chase him off but he still is like IM STEALING HER GODDAMMIT

oksies so now tobias the street urchin is advertising adolfo pirellis magical hair growth elixir and sweeney shows up takes one sniff and goes ITS FUCKEN PISS which.it is. it is fucken piss. so pirelli comes out and is like YOU WANNA GO? IM READY TO FIGHT ARE YOU READY TO FIGHT? I WILL TAKE YOU OUT BACK AND SHOOT YOU I SWEAR TO GOD and then sweeney kicks his ass in a shaving contest and offers turpin's slimy little henchman a free shave

anyways turpin is like. ok so yk how I'm your father kind of or at least that's what I'm telling you? and johanna goes ya. and he goes GREAT so I'm marrying you. and for some reason johanna is against this idea??? hmm.

ok back at the combination pie shop hair parlor anthony plans to elope with johanna and hide her there, and pirelli and toby come in and pirelli goes upstairs to threaten sweeney which ends in death and I think you can guess who died meanwhile lovett adopts toby in the pie shop

oksies turpin comes in for a shave bc he wants to look fresh for johanna and before sween can kill him fucken tony runs in and explains his plan to get johanna and turpin storms! off!!! and then sween is like oh ok so this means that everyone ever should die ! and then he and lovett hatch a plan to kill people and then make them into meat pies <3

Act 2

oksies so everybody loves the murder food and sween built himself a fun little murder chair and offs people on the regular and somehow noone questions it

meanwhile tony finds johanna in an asylum where she's hidden until she marries turpin and then he escapes before beadle can doink his shit in (thanks @resident-dumb-fuck ) and meanwhile lovett is fantasizing moving to the seaside with sweeney and their adopted son toby

anyways tony asks for help with johanna and sween says to pose as a wigmaker who wants her hair and he goes ok thumbsup. but WAIT! he's just the bait for the trap to lure turpin in so sween can kill him

so toby is getting suspicious of sweeney and so he goes mommyyyy I think your boyfriend is killing. and lovett goes sure dear eat your pie <3 and then teaches him how to use the meat grinder and then locks him in the basement to shield him from the Horrors what a good mom. but alas, he finds a fingernail in his pie oh and also sweeneh just killed beadle so his corpse tumbles into the basement so um. jig is up. so sweeney and lovett decide to kill their son :(

so tony shows up at the asylum but johanna BLOWS HIS FUCKING COVER WTF GIRL WE'RE ON TBE SAME TEAM so he has to gun-threaten the asylum owner and then OOPS they killt him. and then they leave.

tony leaves johanna at the barber shop so he can hitch them a ride but then johanna hears the beggar woman coming in and hides. the sweeney comes in and she's like oh I know you and so naturally he kills her. then turpin comes in looking for johanna and just before sweeney slits his throat turpin recognizes him! ah well, he's dead now.

*seth rudetsky anywho* ANYwho, sween finds johanna and tries to kill her but it doesn't work and then he goes downstairs to the basement where lovett is trying to hide the beggar woman's body. hmm wonder why

so sweeney sees this and figures out that the beggar woman was his old wife and that mrs lovett lied on omission so he kills her about it furnace style. and then toby comes in and kills sweeney. wow theyre just letting anyone be a murderer these days arent they

[pinguinovolador]

///I’m sorry, English is not my first language, you might find some mistakes.///

Sirius arrives, Remus next to him, they find James and Harry waiting outside Dumbledore’s office, Harry looks nervous, James amused.

“What’s going on?” Remus asked.

Checking Harry, he is cover in blood and dirt, looks tired and little bit scare, they were anxious when they received James patronus, something happens at Hogwarts, Harry was in danger, they tried to come the fast the could, but apparently it was already solve.

“Dada is screaming at Dumbledore.” Harry murmured.

Sirius laughs.

“Of course he is.” He conceded.

“What happened?” Remus asked.

Harry sighs.

“Harry fight against a basilisk, got bite, save a student, Ron’s little sister, because the ineptitude of Lockhart.” James explained. “We received Draco’s letter, the kid was intelligent enough to ask for help before going down there with the two other idiots.”

“Dad! We didn’t have time, Ginny’s life was in danger.” Harry explained.

“For that reason you should call, now, you father might kill Dumbledore for his stupidity.” James said, rolling his eyes.

“Where’s are Ron and Draco?” Remus asked.

“Ron went to send a letter for Hagrid release, Draco is with professor Snape.” Harry responded.

“Snivilleus.” Sirius said. “Never understood why he gets to be a professor here, after everything he is done.”

Harry looks at him curious, but before he can ask, Regulus step outside Dumbledore’s office with the headmaster behind him, the boy who live frowns when he see his dada satisfied smile, and the professor pale expression.

“Everything fine?” James asked, curious.

“I extended my apologies to you, Mr. Potter, for putting your son at risk, I give you my word that something like this is never going to happen again.” He said. “How I tell Mr. Black, all of you have my entire disposition to assure Mr. Potter safety.” Dumbledore said.

“That’s the reason I’m going to be the astronomy teacher next year, and Remus will be the defensa against the dark arts teacher if he agrees.” Regulus explained.

“Me?” Remus express, confused. “I mean, yes, of course, everything to assure Harry’s safety in the castle.”

“It’s done, then.” Regulus said.

They said goodbye to Dumbledore, before heading to the hospital wing, they are waiting for Harry, when Sirius can’t resist it anymore.

“What was that all about?” He asked, frowning at his brother.

Regulus shrugs.

“Dumbledore is testing Harry’s ability to be a hero, I’m not let him do that, that’s my son; he is still a kid, he doesn’t get to do the adults’s job.” He explained. “So, next year we will be here to take care over Harry and keep an eyes on Dumbledore.”

“I love you.” James confessed. “You have not idea how sexy you look when you get all defensive.”

Regulus smiles, give him a little kiss on the lips.

“I love you too.” Regulus replied. “You are gonna cover Remus whenever he needs.”

“Yes, not problem.” James nods.

“And Sirius will promise not interrupt Remus so much, and let him sleep in the school.” Regulus said.

Sirius who was getting along with the conversation, nods, before realising what his brother just said.

“What?! No! Sirius will not agree to that.” Sirius scream. “Why do I have to free my husbands and James don’t?”

“To free?” Remus said, arching an eyebrow. “You make it look like we getting divorce.”

“We might! If I’m no there enough, someone is going to steal you from me!” Sirius exclaimed. “Besides, we all know James will sleep with you in your chambers, why we can do the same?”

Regulus cross his arms over his chest.

“Because if you two sleep together, the whole castle would hear you fuck.” Regulus point.

“As they should, I have to make very clear Remus Lupin belongs to Sirius Black.” Sirius stated.

“You are exaggerating.” Regulus said, rolling his eyes. “You are making look like everyone is trying to get into Remus pants.”

“They are! I’m traumatised by our years in Hogwarts! Everyone wanted me to disappear so they can get his hands on Remus!” Sirius exclaimed.

“I don’t know any person, besides you, that were all over Remus.” Regulus point.

“Everyone was! Even Prongs!”

Regulus blinks, surprised.

“What are you talking about?” Regulus demanded.

He turns around to see James, who, apparently is very interested in the walls of the castle.

“Eh…”

“You said to me, that I was the first man you have feelings for.” He claimed.

James panics, he holds Regulus by the waist.

“And you were! And are, because you are the firs man I fell for.” James expressed. “But, I didn’t know I have feelings for you, because the first time I saw you I just wanted to be close to you, to talk to you and be friends with you, but you hated me, and I didn’t understand what I was feeling until four year, because Remus was hot and amazing and I just realised that I could liked man like that, and when your started to talk to me, everything just made sense.”

Regulus smiles, before leaning in and kissing him.

“You have feelings for my brother since we were 12?” Sirius asked. “You damn brother snatcher!”

Regulus and James just smile at each other.

-

A couple months later, at the train station, Sirius is pouting, looking at his husband, while he ignores him.

“I’m going in that train, Sirius. End of discussion.” Remus maintained.

“But, why?” Sirius asked. “You could go after, like Regulus, he is going through the floo, because James asked him too!”

Remus rolls his eyes.

“He is not, Regulus is going through the floo because he hates the train, me on the other hand, I love the train, besides, I want to sleep a little bit, before getting to Hogwarts, and if I stay, as you want me to, I’m not gonna sleep, as I didn’t yesterday night, because you didn’t want to waste time.” Remus exclaimed.

“Stop complaining, you are gonna see him tonight after dinner, Harry’s first night at Hogwarts is mine, tomorrow will be Remus.” Regulus said, pushing his brother.

James smiles.

They made an arrangement, more like Regulus and Sirius did it, James and Remus just agree to it.

They will divide, one night each one, first Regulus, then Remus, and so on.

Everybody is happy.

[saphirafoxgirlspost1]

2nd Deleted Scene Of this open rp "Sleepless In Cloudy Town

((This one..where Ron, Kim, and Bonnies parents..Took them to their House..and each of them..are tearing them into a new one each...and after Saphira confrontation and Kicking Ron out of her home..Rons parents yelling at him..and His Father Told Him..how His Cheated anscestors got Cursed in the First place..and well..I decided to cut that..part because I know it'll take it too long..so lets begin) That Night when Ron, kim, and Bonnies parents took them Home..and all of them Are Chewing Ron, kim, and Bonnie Out real bad..First Bonnie Rockwellers home.. Mr. Rockweller: "Young Lady! What do you have to say for yourself!? Do you have any idea what you've Done!?" Bonnie:"*Scoff" So what?..That Loser Fox Doesn't deserve to be happy.." Mr. Rockweller:" THAT Loser Fox Is the Daughter Of my Buisness Partners!! He's the Most Powerful Buisness man in the world! Without him! My Company was on a Verge of Bankrupt ,Bonnie! We maybe rich...BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU HAVE TO LOOK DOWN ON THOSE WHO ARE WEAK!! I am Very Disappointed in you Bonnie Rockweller! Your Not Only Involved with this Scheming affairs...but involved with a Murder of a Child of Saphira! What is Wrong with you!" Mrs. Rockweller:" But Not only You Mistreat Saphira Like this..but Got involved with a Murder of Her Daughter and Stealing Money from her and the family Is Way Beyond Our Limits!! Your Lucky Her Father Doesn't Blamed us For cause it..But We Blamed ourselves for raising you Such a Spoiled and entitled brat!! After Graduation and the court of the Law! You Can get a job and pay Saphira Compensation and after that..we're Disowning you..and you'll Stay at Uncle Bobby and Aunt Mary at the Country Side!" Bonnie was shocked and begged their mercy but no Budged..

At House Of Possible, Mr. Possible: "Kimberly Ann Possible! I can't believe you've betrayed Saphira Like that! She's Done So much For you and Ron, Now you've Stabbed her in the back, I mean how Could you!? And Not only that..You Killed your own Goddaughter, That Baby is Innocent and you, bonnie and That Stoppable Boy took that Innocent child away from Saphira...You know How much Suffering you three have cause her!, You better be lucky Her Father Didn't blamed us For this crime..but we Blamed ourselves For Not Educating you Right! Your mother and I Didn't raise you to Steal Boyfriends!" Kim:" Look I'm Sorry ok...It's not my Fault that me and Ron fell in love with eachother! It Just happened!" Mrs. Possible:" Thats No Excuse At all Kim! Saphira Sacrificed herself for everything and This is How you thanked Saphira Like this!? Your father and I are Very Disappointed in you! after you graduate and Court...We're Disowning you!..because We Refuse to have a "harlot" in this family!" Kim gasp..and felt guilty.. At House of Stoppable Mr. Stoppable:" Ronald, How Could you!? Cheating On Saphira With her best friend and arch Bully!? WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!? Your Mother and I Didn't Raise you to become Not Only a Manwhore But a Baby Killer! And You Have the Audacity to Badmouth Your own Daughter like that! What Kind Of Father Who Would Badmouthing their own Flesh and Blood!? and Being greedy with money! unbelieveable!" Ron: "But Mom and Dad! I wanted to get Rich So i-" Mrs. Stoppable:" So you can create a "Strip club" and Use that Poor Kitsune girl as a servant and beat her if she refuse! Are you Out of your Sanity!? Saphira had Done Nothing but being a good Woman to you! and this..is How you repay her to be a good Woman!? Cheating, Stealing, Killing your own daughter! Not only that but abusing! are you serious!!?" Ron:" Oh Come On..It's just a fling!" Mr. Stoppable:"Just a FLING!? Are you kidding me!? This is the reason Why Our Infideliate Ancestor Got into this mess IN THE FIRST PLACE! Your Disgraceful 9th great grandfather Raymond Stoppable of spanish main Got all of Us Cursed because of His infidelity and Now it's passed on to you along with the rest of the Anscestors!..I am ashamed that I have a manwhore of the Son! Why can't you be decent like your older brother Angel stoppable!?..If Saphira dated your brother instead of you, We Wouldn't be into this cursed mess! After this graduation and Court..I hope you and your Two little Whores be in jail..and paying compensation For the Crime that you've Committed Towards Saphira! because We're not going to help you! you just wait till I tell your brother about this and he's going to be Furious when i tell him! And after that Ron..Get out of Our faces..because your Mother and I Don't want even Look at you right now!" Mr. Stoppable march to the living room and get the Phone... end Scene ((please like/comment/ Or reblog and message me or Dm me for your Opinions)

[duskwood-lovers]

Who are you?

Chapter:-10

Isabella's pov

You know trust is such a strong word that carries so much power only if you trust the right person. From the beginning, Jake always reminds me how I should not trust others. But who is gonna tell him that since that incident, I don't trust anyone except myself. Why do I need anyone when I have me? Right.

Life is such a bitch who can't see you happy. A bit of a happy moment is so much for life that it starts getting jealous of you and takes everything you love and only gives you sadness and loneliness.

As for me, I am attending a stupid meeting do they think I am a child or something?! I hate them!

Their words are like "Ms Rossi even though it is harsh to hear but it's the reality whether you like it or not, That you are a woman and a woman always needs a man beside her to protect her you know the society they…….". I didn't think a single time but took out my dragger and threw it towards him and that dragger stabbed him between his throat and he started choking his blood.

I look around as a few of them look scared, some looks impressed and some are trying to help Mr Mullins. I stopped them " If anyone tried to help him they are going to be in his place, does anyone want that? Hmmm " I say teasingly looking at them. They immediately sit in their respective places. Very good.

As I lean back and cross my arms and stare at my dads. Yes, you are hearing right I said, dads, I have two dads. It sounds weird but it's a long story for another time. As I close my eyes trying to relax my mind.

It's pin-drop silence. For others. It's quite awkward but for me, it's so delicate. I hate noise but then I hear my biological father's voice breaking the silence. Antonio Rossi, Owns the biggest mafia in Europe not only he controlled the government and everything went according to him. And my second dad Alexander Aeron, is known as the most ruthless leader because a single mistake and you are dead. That's why they are such a powerful couple. I love them so much.

(A.N:- please don't get confused, Isabella calls Antonia "papa" and Alexander in short Alex "dad")

" As you can see someone tries to steal our drugs but thankfully they are not successful in their plans. The only question that arises in my mind is how they know. Except us, nobody knows about our plan. Which means somebody is a traitor? Right," dad said in a calm voice which meant disaster. papa holding dad's hand to calm him down I love how they support others. I always want someone like them but I know I am not that lucky. Everyone does not get true love. And I am one of them. Love just makes you weak. Because when they betray you it hurts the most.

I was lost in thought that I didn't hear papa calling my name. " Sorry what you are saying? Can you please repeat it?" I said. Dad and papa both look at me with worried eyes.

He cleared his throat, "I am saying that you and David both are responsible for finding that Traitor as faster as you can"

"Yes sir," I said, As the meeting continued they were discussing different things that I didn't bother to hear. Then suddenly my old phone started vibrating and it was an unknown number. I told dad and papa that I have some important work to do. David was looking at me doubtfully. But I ignored him and left. As I reached my cabin I picked up the call.

"Hello"

[desitenya]

based kuniharu would play catch with toritsuka

[arthurmorganwateringhole]

I usually like your meta, but "I don't think anyone can replace Mary in Arthur's affections"? I would agree except the game tries to tell us Arthur's crush on Mary is toxic. She's another example of a person who takes advantage of Arthur's kindness to get what she wants, like Dutch and Micah. It's delusional to think she's the one Arthur loves the most when he develops a closer bond with other members of the gang like Charles or Sadie.

Hey there, I'm sorry to hear my last meta didn't strike your fancy. That's absolutely okay, because interpretation is subjective. It be like that, but like all subjective judgments, we can talk about how sound and rooted it is in some facts. You know? Let's talk it out.

"Arthur's crush on Mary is toxic."

I think you have to be specific. I can accept that people think this. 

To be a little preemptive... If you mean it’s because she teases him, remember that Arthur, Hosea, John, and Dutch all make fun of each other. They also form the inner circle. In other words (and whether you agree or not), their love expression is rooted in deprecation and calling each other “fool.” But it’s affectionate. It means they’re aware of each other’s flaws and love them in spite of it.

Still, without further elaboration or examples, there's nothing really to hash out. I disagree, and as soon as you bring up examples, I'm happy to discuss.

"She's another example of a person who takes advantage of Arthur's kindness to get what she wants, like Dutch and Micah."

Except, I don't think the game actually posits this? Remember, Mary is the one who wants Arthur to leave the life of crime, and by the end of the game, she lets him go. If you reject to help Mary with her brother and father, all she says is a wistful, "I miss you... Take care of yourself." She doesn't question his love for her; she doesn't question what those years meant. She doesn't say, "HOW ABOUT SOME GOD DAMN FAITH?" like some other colorful characters say. She expresses her feelings, which as far as I can tell, are sincere, and lets him go.

If you agree to help Mary and finish her questline, many people forget that Mary chooses Arthur over her father. The actual parallel here is between Mary and Arthur. They both have overbearing dads, and her last mission with her gives you front row seats as to how he treats and berates her. Like Dutch, Mr. Gillis betrays his child for money. This is a more accurate and closer parallel. I'm specifically talking about the moment Dutch leaves Arthur to die in the oil refinery for bonds. Likewise, Mr. Gillis ruins his relationship with his daughter for money by stealing her brooch. Anyway, I'm getting off topic. Let me show you what happens once Arthur gets the brooch back:

Mind you this is before he gives the brooch back -- before he reveals he succeeded in his mission. He asks her to take a walk with him, and she agrees. After which, he gives the brooch back:

At that point, she asks to hang out with him longer. I show these clips because the timing is interesting. Mary reaches a point where her alleged self-interest (helping her father) becomes moot, i.e. it no longer matters. It almost seems as if she forgot that she sent Arthur on an errand to help her father. [/Edit: it’s important to note that Mary also never asks Arthur to retrieve the brooch. While Mary is arguing with her dad, Arthur casually walks away and says, “Mary wait here. I’ll go get the brooch.” All she asks him is: “Don’t hurt anyone!” So it’s telling she actually never asks him to get her anything for material gain!!!]  So already, unlike Dutch (and definitely unlike Micah), Arthur isn't just some means to an end for her. She isn't using him to get money, and she doesn't guilt trip him over how far back they go to get the brooch back. She questions her father’s sense of justice for stealing from his own daughter, and like a good man Arthur retrieves it. Only by the time Arthur returns, Mary is smart enough to realize that the brooch doesn't matter as much as Arthur, in effect choosing him over her family (something Arthur can't even do!!!).

Another counterpoint to your argument that Mary is like Dutch in the game's narrative, I'd like to point out that the game presents us with the EXACT same quandary Mary and Arthur experienced via John and Abigail in the epilogue. Remember that Mary and Arthur couldn't work out because he refused to leave a life of crime. Guess what Abigail does when John likewise refuses to change? She leaves him!!! Not once does the game demonize Abigail over this decision. In fact, it's presented as a climactic turning point for John that he became a rancher, and his reunion with his family is positively staged, with sweet music and a beautiful overlook of Beecher's Hope. Abigail stands on the same moral compass as Mary, which to me, tells us the game wants us to find her situation sympathetic and tragic. She was in Abigail's shoes, only Arthur couldn't turn himself around.

"It's delusional to think she's the one Arthur loves the most when he develops a closer bond with other members of the gang like Charles or Sadie."

I don't think it's delusional. Arthur saves space for the most important people in his life in his journal entry. 

Notably, he wishes for Mary's happiness. In fact, he mentions Mary FIRST! He then asks the younger girls to take care of each other, and then wishes John et family well. Finally, he appeals to Dutch to remember his loyalty. Like, forgive me, but neither Charles nor Sadie eke their way into his final thoughts in a journal that bares his most intimate thoughts. How is it delusional to say that Mary is foremost in this man’s thoughts and heart?

I don't want to deny people who ship Arthur with either Charles or Sadie. I think they do become important figures in Arthur's life, and clearly they care enough about Arthur to want to avenge him years later. However, you have to remember that Arthur has such a long history with Mary that is told to the player (not shown). By the time RDR2 starts, Arthur has known Charles for 6 months, and he meets Sadie at the very start of the game. They simply do not have as much of a past as Arthur and Mary have. This isn't to say you can't ship Arthur with either Charles or Sadie, but I just want to challenge the notion that Arthur has closer bonds with them than he does with Mary. The truth is, the game tells us Mary has been this long and dominant presence in his life, and she's the only one who is important enough to Arthur that she literally can shake his loyalty to the gang life (after all, he promises to run away with her after the Saint Denis bank heist).

But guess who ends up supplanting Mary in terms of Arthur’s loyalties? Dutch. The man who raised him for 20 years. The man who will REMIND Arthur that he raised him for 20 years. The man who constantly says, “Have I taught you nothing?” “What happened to loyalty?” “How about some god damn faith?” “You insist?” Before proceeding to leave both John and Arthur (his supposed adoptive sons) to die the moment they question his authority? The thing is, Dutch both has the years and the actual manipulation to keep Arthur in check. This is why he can’t leave with Mary despite very clearly wanting to. Remember, after their date, he writes about Mary as “a wife” who could provide for him “a normal life” -- which is very much the goal Arthur projects onto John and his family once he receives his TB-induced death sentence! 

Mary isn’t taking advantage of Arthur. It also isn’t delusional to take proper stock of how important she is to him. Mary is simply a woman who’s in love with a man who can’t leave a risky, criminal life behind, and by the time the game ends, she’s frankly too old and too mature to wait around for him. So she lets him go, which is imo the healthiest thing anyone’s done for Arthur. Heck, not even Dutch can let him go. Micah can’t let go so bad, he almost kills Arthur lol. In the end too, she presumably spends the rest of her life mourning Arthur. If that isn’t a testament to how much they love each other, I don’t know what is. 

[shangchiswife]

norman osborn- worst behavior

lol im playing fnaf rn and im doing this simultaneously and im freaking out. also i've been shadowbanned so i hope this shows up bc i've worked rlly hard on this piece!

also i just got jumpscared and i almost pissed myself

summary: you go to harry's house to get ready for an oscorp event. once you finish you see harry and norman fighting so you confront norman at the party.

norman x fem!reader and harry x reader (platonic)

warnings: cursing, borderline smut, making out

word count: 2395

You knocked on the door of the Osborn mansion.

You were one of Harry's good friends and you were at his house to get ready for an event that Oscorp was hosting.

It had been almost five minutes since you had knocked on the door twice and now you were pissed off.

You rang the doorbell repetitively and once the door finally opened you were ready to punch Harry in the arm for leaving you out in the cold.

Right as you were about to swing, a handsome older man caught your punch in his hand.

"Nice form," he grinned.

Your blood ran cold.

"Mr. Osborn I am so sorry I thought you were Harry-" you sputtered as the man simply laughed and put a hand up to silence you.

"It's alright, dear, now you know how many times I've told you to call me Norman," he said, placing a gentle hand on your back making your cheeks grow warm at the touch.

This was so embarrassing.

You had the biggest crush on Harry's father...but how could you not? He was gorgeous with his light brown hair and piercing blue eyes, and his intelligence was sexy.

He led you over to the living room where he sat you on the sofa while he sat beside you.

"So what's in the bag?" he nodded over to the gym bag that hung over your shoulder.

"Oh, this? This is just my outfit for tonight," you said, stealing a glance at the older man.

Norman raised his eyebrows.

He wanted to see what you were wearing...and whether it would show some skin or not.

He always had a soft spot for you ever since Harry brought you into the mansion for the first time, your hair dripping wet from the pouring rain. He remembered the way you embarrassedly looked down at your shoes after you let out an adorable sneeze.

The more you came the more he felt a primal sense to take you. He didn't know whether that was him or the Goblin coming out to play.

He had been wanting you for a long time and he didn't know whether the feeling was mutual or not.

"I see..." Norman replied trying to not imagine what you would be wearing for his ball and how he hoped to undress you afterward.

"Now I hear that you're a journalist now; at least that's what Harry has said," Norman's eyes glittered with curiosity, rolling back the sleeves of his button-down shirt.

Your heart fluttered.

"Yeah actually, it's been going well due to the fact that Spiderman and the Green Goblin are always at it," you laughed as Norman stared at you thoughtfully.

"And what are your thoughts on the Green Goblin?" he tilted his chin upward.

"I don't know...I mean I guess he's a hot topic in writing and I get paid for that so I guess I thank him for occasionally being a villain?" you shrugged your shoulders while a smirk played at Norman's lips.

You felt yourself grow nervous due to his smirk. It was so attractive.

Why don't you ask her if she wants a real man to treat her, hmm? Don't be a coward, Norman, she clearly dreams about you and doesn't have anything bad to say about me.

At that moment, you heard footsteps coming down the stairs. You turned your head to meet your best friend, Harry's gaze.

"Har!" you squealed eagerly as you jumped up and ran into his arms.

Harry let out a hearty laugh before lifting you up in the air and spinning you for a moment.

Norman was filled with rage.

He wished to make you fill with glee the way his son did.

His stomach churned at the thought of the two of you hooking up.

"Thanks for keeping her company, dad," his son's white teeth gleamed as he grabbed your hand and led you upstairs making you giggle.

Norman clenched his jaw.

You dropped your gym bag down on Harry's bed while he shut the door, leaping onto his bed.

"You aren't getting ready yet?" you asked as you scoured through your bag and took out your makeup bag and dress.

Harry eyed the dress.

"That's a hot dress...you'd look smoking in that," he whistled making you tap your foot impatiently.

He was right.

"Sheesh no I'm not getting ready yet; all I have to do is put on my tux," he stated simply while pulling the covers over his body.

"At least style your hair or something! Anyways I need to take a shower so don't be a perv and come in," you offered Harry a stern glance while he gave you a cheeky smile.

"What if you invite me in?" he asked.

"In your dreams, Harold," you laughed before shutting the door to the bathroom.

....

After finishing your shower, you carefully applied your makeup.

You painted your lips a red color and then put on red eyeshadow to match, sprinkling golden glitter on your eyelids.

Once you were done with your makeup, you slid into your dress.

It was a long dark slip dress that had a slit where your thigh was. Lace-trimmed the neckline and the bottom of the dress.

You paired it with velvet black gloves.

Satisfied by your reflection, you exited the bathroom expecting to see Harry curled up on the bed but he was missing.

Before you went to search for him, you put on your heels.

Suddenly you heard shouting.

You carefully went downstairs, trying not to trip over your dress when you saw Harry arguing with his father.

"You do no actual work and you are just relying on my money. You're twenty-two years old, Harry, be independent!" Norman barked, his face turning red in contrast to Harry's.

"I am always trying to make you proud yet you never seem to recognize what I can do you've always been so pushy towards me and I despise it!" a fat tear rolled down Harry's cheek as you started towards him and held onto his hand making his head spin.

"Y/N, how long were you there?" Norman's face fell as he scanned you up and down drinking in how beautiful you looked.

Initially, you had wanted him to admire you lustfully but now you could care less.

"Long enough," you bit back, anger flowing through your blood.

You didn't care how attractive Norman Osborn was in his suit at that moment. He could not talk to Harry like that.

"C'mon Harry, let's go," you said gently as you laced your fingers with his and took him outside.

The drive to the event was silent except for Harry's sniffles.

"Sorry you got to see that...you look beautiful by the way," he whispered as you took your eyes off the road for a split second to gaze at him sympathetically.

"Thank you, Har, but are you okay?"

"My dad is always like that more recently I don't know what's wrong what's with his mood swings," Harry ran a hand through his soft brown hair as you pulled up in the parking lot to the event.

"Have you approached him about it?" you questioned as you parked.

"I don't know...no I haven't I've been chickening out," Harry said sheepishly.

"What if I were to ask him...surely he wouldn't go crazy on me right?" you smiled at Harry whose eyes were full of warmth.

"I'd hope not, you're my best friend," he said, putting an arm around you and pulling you into a hug.

"Thank you, you're the best," he whispered into the crook of your neck.

"I know," you boasted while you exited the car.

Once you entered the hall you were enamored by the bright lights of the chandelier and the old pasty walls that surrounded you.

There were dozens of people crowded in the hall; most of them sported a glass of wine.

"Nice, huh? Dad seems to love this place," Harry put his hands in his pockets nonchalantly.

"It's beautiful," you murmured as you looked around.

You spotted Norman among a group of popular scientists at Oscorp.

From among them, you could make out Dr. Otto Octavius, another older man you found attractive.

"I'm going to go talk to your dad and go settle this," a determined look formed in your eyes.

Harry's eyebrows knitted.

"Now? Are you serious?" he questioned, putting a hand on your wrist.

"Harry, I love and care for you so I'm doing this for your own benefit," you reassured, making his shoulders loosen.

"And also I think your dad's hot," you winked making his jaw drop.

"Dude that's gross!" he called, disgust lacing his voice while you walked over to the scientists.

You tapped on the older man's shoulder making him twist around and stare at you.

"Y/N-"

"Look we're going to talk about your son so come with me," you said confidently while grabbing his hand and pulling him into an empty room.

The room is empty, Norman. Ask her if she wants it as much as we do. Wouldn't you want to see her pretty mouth spurting out your name over and over again?

Norman tried hard to brush the Goblin and his dirty thoughts away as he turned his attention onto you.

"Look Norman, Harry cares about you. He looks up to you so much. He loves you and it scares him to see you change moods the way you do," you explained while Norman drank your words.

Is that really why she asked you here? To talk about your son? the Goblin practically scoffed.

Norman did admit that he was slightly disappointed. He wasn't really surprised though seeing the way you jumped to Harry's defense.

"My mood swings are something that I cannot control, trust me I've tried," Norman looked down in shame.

He was ashamed of the way he treated his son. He was always reminded of what a bad father he was.

"I try to be a good father but I can't help my strong emotions. At the end of the day all I want is for Harry to be happy with his life," Norman said honestly as your expression softened.

Do you know what other strong emotions I'm feeling right now? Don't you want to fuck her so bad? She looks so beautiful in that dress...I want to touch her.

The voice in his head was gaining power.

He did not want you to see it take control.

Norman put his hands on his head and groaned in pain making you rush over to him and put a gentle hand on his arm.

"Mr. Osborn!" you gasped.

"I'm alright," he said softly, gazing into your concerned eyes.

You were so beautiful.

"You're a pretty girl, Y/N," the light-haired man put a hand up to stroke your cheek.

You felt the blood go to your cheeks.

"And you're handsome Mr. Osborn,"

The way you said his name as if he was your superior drove him crazy.

You didn't know who initiated it first but you ended up against the wall with Norman's lips on yours feverishly.

He was a magical kisser.

Your tongues battled for dominance, he gently bit down on your lip making you falter for a moment making him win.

You could practically feel the smirk on his lips as he ran his hands all over your body.

"Just get to the good stuff already," you whispered, desire in your voice as Norman pulled away.

"Be a good girl and be patient, I'll get to you in a moment once I mark you," he growled as his lips attacked your neck.

That's right she's your good girl and once she behaves then we can fuck her good.

He started sucking harshly making your grip on his hair tightened.

He let out a low moan at your tugs which urged him on even more.

He bit your shoulder gently, sinking his teeth into it before placing a gentle kiss on your neck and pulling away.

"Holy shit I did not know that this conversation about Harry would turn into this," you whispered, your chest heaving as Norman's eyes were trained on your boobs.

"Strip," he said simply making you weak and your heart pound.

You complied and teased him as you slowly pulled the dress over your figure.

Norman growled, seeing that you were going too slow.

She's a fucking tease this one. She's a keeper.

He pulled the dress off of you leaving you in just your bra and panties and then pushed you back into the wall.

He ran his gaze over you, his eyes hungry as if he hadn't eaten in years and you were the first delicious treat his eyes laid upon.

"You're mine do you understand? You've always been mine but now I'm going to claim you," his eyes were hooded and his pupils were blown out with lust.

"Holy fuck," you whimpered happily before bringing his lips back to yours, an eager grin on his face.

Ruin her

"I am going to ruin you,"

....

Once you came back to the hall, Harry greeted you, he had a plate full of appetizers.

"Hey I brought this for comfort just in case the talk with my father didn't go well," he smiled.

You were still out of breath from your rendezvous with Norman.

"Oh it went really, really well," you grinned as your best friend gave you a confused look.

Then his eyes went wide.

"Don't tell me...no no no," he shook his head vigorously.

"Oh that's disgusting, Y/N," he thrust his tongue out with disgust as you let out a loud laugh making everyone turn towards you.

Norman's gaze lingered on you.

"Why did you fuck my dad, dude!" he looked at you exasperated.

"Well, technically he fucked me," you corrected, a small smile at the expense of his pain.

He groaned loudly.

"Here's the good news," you spoke in a positive manner.

"What?" he asked.

"Your dad will be working on his issues,"

"Well Hallelujah but that still doesn't make up for him fucking my best friend!" he didn't seem mad at all just shocked which made you feel relieved.

"Come on, Harry let's just eat our appetizers," you rolled your eyes and then pulled him over to a table.

[raineydays411]

My Father's daughter pt1

Summary: After the disastrous gala, you get an unexpected visit from your “mother”and her family. 

A/n: Hello so I feel like the mom character should have a name, so from here on out, your mother's name is Christine. Also i hope y’all like this one cause i feel like it’s going kinda slow.

Growing up was rough. 

Because your mother decided that you and Tony weren’t worth the effort, you had to mature pretty quickly. You’re father had fallen into this deep depression, where he can barely take care of himself. You had to make sure that your father woke up on time for meetings, made sure he ate, drank water, and inevitably had to make sure that he didn’t choke on his own vomit when he got shitfaced. 

Needless to say, you were very mature for nine years old.

But then, a light in the form of Virginia Potts came into your lives. She saw the way you had taken on the role of Tonys caregiver, and was heartbroken. At first she thought it was just pure negligence from Tonys end, but as she spent more time with the both of you, she realized that Tony loved you more than anything in this world. So she stuck around. 

At first you were weary of her. Not really trusting towards older woman, or motherly figures as you were scorned once. But she never gave up. Not on you or your father. No, she stayed even when you would run away on under her watch. She stayed even when you would try and steal your fathers cars for a quick joy ride through Manhattan. And she stayed when you broke down after your mother had people come pick up all her belongings from the Tower, not bothering to come herself and say goodbye. 

She didn’t leave. She held you as you screamed and sobbed as the men packed away everything she owned. She held you even when you squirmed and scratched at her arms to get away. And she held you as you gave up and silently cried then eventually fell asleep, tightly clutching her midsection. 

That's when you started to come around. You stopped running away whenever your father would leave you with her, wouldn’t talk back when she asked you to pick up a mess, and you even helped her out when some creep intern decided to put the moves on her during a company meeting. 

It wasn’t until your father went missing when you truly saw her as someone you could trust. It was the worst three months of your life.  Another parent gone suddenly from your life. You were relocated to mansion in Malibu, a big empty place where the halls echoed as you walked through them. ANd you had thought that Pepper was going to stay back in New York, she wasn’t your assistant after all. You were shocked to see her at the airport, suitcase in tow with a determined look.

Seeing the look of surprise on your face she stated,

“ I’m not going to let you do this alone.” ,then grabbed your hand to lead you through terminal.

You were grateful that she only acknowledged your tears when you were in the privacy of the private jet. She rubbed your back as you let the tears run down your face. The whole three months that you were in her care, your perspective changed.

She asked about your day, made sure you ate, tucked you in and held you whenever you had nightmares. With in that three month period, Pepper showed you what it was like to have a mother again. And she never let you down. 

Then your dad came home, and your family was complete. You were ecstatic when they started dating and even more so when your father announced that they were going to get engaged.

And even though it took years, you finally trusted Pepper enough to see her as your mother. You were happy. 

Which is why you were extra pissed when you came home from your mother-daughter day and saw your biological mother with Bruce Wayne in the common room. They were sitting on the couch and were getting glared at by the Avengers that were home from missions,(Natasha, Steve, and Sam). 

“Dad, what’s going on?” You ask, looking past the hopeful and curious gazes from the couch. 

“Kid, I think you better sit down.” Tony said through slightly clenched teeth. His face was grim, as he looked past you and made eye contact with Pepper. They had a silent conversation with their eyes, and she nodded. She squeezed your shoulders and took your bags, then with a quick glare she had the rest of the room cleared except for the four of you. 

You took a seat across from your mother, Christine and Bruce. She sent a smile your way and was met with a blank look, “ Dad, what’s going on?”

He sighs and makes his way over to were you were seated, “I don’t know, Christine, maybe you should explain.” 

His tone indicated that he knew why she was here, but wanted her to sound stupid. Pepper came over and sat on the t other side of you. 

Christine glanced at the Pepper and cleared her throat, “Perhaps should be kept between family?”

You scoffed, “ Considering that Pep has been around longer than you ever have been, you have no right to decide who’s family to me and whos not.” 

You see Pepper sit up straighter with pride and mother slump. 

You sigh, “ What are you doing here?” 

She looks at Bruce, who you honestly forgot was still there, “ Y/n...I want you to come home with us.” 

A silence filled the room. You felt Pepper tense up at the words and saw your dads and clench into a fist. 

You however just stared in utter disbelief. 

“What.” 

“I know it's far fetched.” Your mother starts, ignoring your scoff, “ But i really do think it would benefit you to come to Gotham with us, and get to know your siblings!” 

You were seething. 

“My siblings? You mean the family that you left us for.”

“Y/n that’s not-”

“No, You think that you can just waltz into my home, after nine years of absolutely no contact, no birthday cards, not even a text to let me know that you were alive, and expect me to what? Just welcome you into open arms? Leave MY family and go live with you?? Really?”  You say with a scoff.

“Y/n there is a ot of factors you are not considering” Bruce chimes in for the first time.

You turn your glare onto him, “ And what you’re just okay with the fact that your wife has a whole other child who she just fucking abandoned?

“Language.” Your father mutters causing you to roll your eyes. 

“Well, I can’t say this didn’t come as a shock.” Bruce states, “ But, I also know that I love my wife, and that I would welcome you to our home.”

Your throat was hurting with the amount if times you’ve scoffed, “ And I appreciate that, really, but I would never leave my family. Especially not for her.”

Christine's eyes start to tear up, “ Y/n please, a girl needs her mother.”

Those words triggered the anger inside you. Your blood boiled and you can tell that she knew she messed up. 

“Oh? Is that right? What about when I was six and I waited for you to come and take me to that mother's day dance, only you never showed up and I went with my nanny. Or when I was eight and you promised that you would take me to get my ears pierced but then you got a phone call and left so dad took me?” 

You saw the tears run down her face as Bruce looked like he was thinking about something.

“Oh and what about when I was nine. I was nine and you promised to take me to the park. You remember that? Cause I do.” 

Tony tenses next to you, knowing what you were about to say.

“Y/n I can never apologize enough but-” You cut her off

“I was NINE and your promised to take me to the park” You continue, “ But you left. And this time you didn’t come back.” You finish and lean forward, “ Tell me, why the HELL would you think that I would want to come live with you and your fucking family?”

The room was once again engulfed in a tense silence. The only sounds were the sniffling of your mother. 

“You’re my baby girl...my petal. I love you and always have...” She starts, “ My biggest regret is leaving you that day and you have to know that Y/n.”

You feel tears start to rise, a knot in your throat. 

Peppers hand squeezes yours and you calm down and say

“Then you’re gonna have to learn to live with it.” 

Then you stand up and walk right out of the room. Leaving the adults and marching straight to the training rooms to let out some steam. 

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Back in the common room, a tense silence weighed on the adults. It seemed like no one knew exactly what to say, or they didn’t want to speak up.

Only when Tony cleared his throat did Christine speak up again.

“I didn’t come to cause any trouble.” she said quietly.

“What did you think would happen?”Tony says crossing his arms, “Surely you didn’t expect her to leave with you?”

“No Tony I didn’t. I just thought she would’ve considered it. I am still her mother.”

Pepper snorted, causing the attention to turn to her.

Christine's eyes narrowed, “ And who exactly are you to my daughter?”

Tony tensed, knowing not to mess with Pepper especially when it came to you. He sat back and waited for mamma bear to come out.

Pepper sent a glare her way, “ Me? I’m just the woman who has been raising her for the past nine years.”

Before Christine can get another word on Pepper continued on,

“ I don’t know who you think you are, but you have put Y/n and Tony through a lot of turmoil throughout the years. And now you think you can come in here and demand forgiveness from them?? That’s not happening.”

Bruce started to speak up, “I understand the pain you're family must have gone through, and I am sorry about my...unknowing participation, but Christine is willing to work on her relationship with her daughter.”

Now Tony started speaking, “why? Why now? Y/n is practically an adult, she doesn’t need you anymore. Not like she did before.”

“I’m her mother.” Christine said stubbornly, “ She’ll always need her mother.”

“And she has one. Just not you.” Pepper said standing from her spot, “ I think it’s time for you two to leave. I have to go comfort MY daughter.”

And with that Pepper made her way to the door where you disappeared, knowing exactly where you are. But before she left, she turned and said

“It was lovely to meet you Mrs. Wayne”

and left, leaving Tony to show them to the elevator.

[mildkleptomaniac]

brunch — jj maybank x kook!reader

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭:  “ Can you do a jj x reader? He's a waiter at the club and her family is there for brunch, her parents don't know about their relationship and are kinda rude to him. Reader's done with their attitude and deffends jj and reveals their relationship by accident and her parents get mad. Love all your fics, you're so talented! ”

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.6k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: just some angst and an outburst! rude parents

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: sorry this took forever to get out! school semester just started, along with a new job. and I’m finally in the process of feeling better. I’m posting this on mobile so sorry if they layout is weird, but I hope you enjoy!

Y/N sat at the table, her parents sitting across from her as they stared at the menu. According to her parents, the world ran around them. They didn’t seem to care that they would take more than enough time to order and then usher the waiter over whenever it would be convenient for them. They would manage to make brunch turn into dinner with the amount of time they would sit at the table and slowly pick at the bread for an appetizer while slowly sipping their mimosas.

Y/N enjoyed going out for meals, but never with her parents. Sometimes she felt like she had to babysit them, especially with how they treated employees. She always apologized whenever the waiter would catch a glance at Y/N and she would give them an apologetic smile. Not to mention the amount of times she would slip in a few extra bills for the tip. Her parents were harsh when it came to the working class, which she didn’t quite understand.

But today at the Kildare Country Club, Y/N’s boyfriend would be their waiter.

JJ Maybank.

Y/N’s secret Pogue boyfriend. He was the boy that her parents would fear for her to fall in love with because they knew all too well about his family and their history. Her parents would remind her of the “better” selection of boys to pick from, which either included Kelce or Topper. Luckily her parents never mentioned Rafe Cameron—it’s almost like they knew in their gut that he wasn’t the best candidate to date.

Y/N’s parents feared that Pogues will just use her to get further in life and that she’s just some doormat to her friends. But that wasn’t the case at all, if anything—Y/N was the glue to the friend group after she began dating JJ.

A few lies a week would keep her parents fooled, thinking she was spending her time studying or volunteering when in reality, she was relaxing at the Chateau or lounging on the HMS Pogue in JJ’s lap as they sipped on cheap beers.

“Good morning, folks. My name is JJ and I’ll be your waiter today. Can I start you off with anything to drink?” The blonde flashed his smile at the table, his eyes meeting Y/N’s. A comfort washed over the girl, his gaze always soothed any tension built in her body.

“Isn’t it Mimosa Sunday?” Her mother glanced upwards from the menu, voice flat.

“Yes, m’am. Bottomless Mimosas all Sunday.” JJ replied.

“Then get it started. Y/N would have a glass of water.” Her mother’s eyes flickered back to the menu. Y/N pursed her lips, shifting in her seat.

“What would you like to drink, miss?” JJ asked Y/N, ignoring her mother’s statement. Her eyes widened and she cleared her throat.

“I’ll take a sweet ice tea, please. With a side of water, please.” She made sure to emphasize the word ‘please’ around her parents. A term to slip their vocabulary whenever they were brought face to face with the working class.

“Y/N, don’t waste your calories on a drink.” Her mother shook her head.

“It’d be okay and I don’t want to talk about that right now in front of the waiter.” She remarked through her teeth, eyes looking back between her parents and her boyfriend.

“One sweet tea and bottomless Mimosas coming right up.” He jotted the order on his pad before turning on his heel. Y/N’s father cleared his throat and it caught JJ’s attention.

“Young man, we weren’t done ordering. We would like to place an order for an appetizer.”

Y/N could feel her shoulders ache from how pinched they were with tension. Her parents absolutely embarrassed her to no end with their lack of consideration or manners. She’s surprised they got this far in life by treating people like this. They were no different than any other person.

“We would like the Mini Herb Smoked Salmon Frittatas with Deviled Eggs.” Y/N’s father read off the menu.

“I’ll get that in as soon as possible, sir. And I’ll be right out with the drinks.” He smiled before walking away. He glanced back at his girlfriend and sent her a reassuring smile, trying to let her know that he was doing okay.

She knew her parents weren’t the worse to deal with, but they could be difficult.

“I’m surprised they allow a Maybank to work at this establishment. He probably steals all the soaps and colognes from the bathroom and sells them on the street.” Her father laughed, shaking his head.

“Oh honey, you’re probably right. His father is such a sleaze, I wouldn’t be surprised if he makes the boy bring home scraps from the dumpster!”

“I’m sorry, but what the hell is wrong with you both?” Y/N questioned, her eyebrows furrowed as she stared in distaste at her parent’s banter.

“Excuse me, young lady. Watch your language.” Her father reprimanded.

“Excuse me? Excuse you! You don’t even know JJ and you’re talking poorly about him. Obviously, he is working hard to make money. Bold of you to assume that he isn’t a hard worker—but he is. Do you not see him mowing lawns for the neighbors? Helping Hayward run groceries on the docks? If his family’s wealth is such an issue to you, why not help donate clothes and food to him?” Y/N’s outburst caught other tables' attention. She stood up in her spot, her hands clenching the table cloth.

“Y/N, you are causing a scene. You need to sit down right now or else you’re in major trouble.” Her mother’s voice was sharp.

JJ walked to the table, pretending to be oblivious to his girlfriend’s statements, which the whole restaurant practically heard her defending him. “Here are the Mimosas and the sweet tea. The starters will be out shortly. Can I get you anything else in the meantime?” He faked a smile.

“I don’t care if I’m causing a scene, because you’re causing a problem! You’re being rude for absolutely I reason towards JJ.” She remained standing and JJ stood there awkwardly, unsure of what the right move would be in this situation.

“Why do you care about this, Pogue? He has no meaning to our lives—he doesn’t benefit society, sweetheart.” Her father spoke in a softer tone.

“You’re unbelievable, dad! JJ Maybank is a human being who works to survive! He isn’t some scummy person and—in fact, he is my boyfriend! Mom, Dad, meet my boyfriend, JJ Maybank.” Y/N finally snapped and she gestured towards the blonde who stood there. He looked like a deer in headlights.

“Y/N, stop embarrassing the poor boy at work and yourself.” Her mother’s face grew red—she wasn’t sure if it was from anger or embarrassment herself.

“I’m not embarrassing myself, mom. This is my boyfriend. We’ve been dating for a few months now and this is where I’ve been. I’ve been dating a Pogue. You’re sweet, precious daughter is dating this Pogue. And he is actually fantastic and cares about me—more than you two ever do!” She threw her fabric napkin on the table before reaching into her purse. She pulled out a rather large dollar bill and stuffed it into JJ’s pocket. “Here is a tip that they won’t be giving you, babe. But I think you deserve it.” Y/N kissed his cheek before walking away from the table.

JJ cleared his throat and looked around the area, “would you like a different waiter, today?”

Y/N went inside the Country Club and paced around the entrance way. She ran a hand through her hair and she tried calming herself down. She had never had that much confidence to confront her parents like that, but she knew she would face the consequences when she would go home.

A hand clamped down on her shoulder and she turned around to face her boyfriend.

“JJ—I am so sorry all of that happened and—“ He interrupted her by cupping her cheeks and pulling her in for a kiss.

“You’re so hot when you’re mad and defending me.” He whispered against her lips. She let out a light laugh and they kissed once more. “You don’t need to apologize babe, what you did was awesome. Insane, but awesome.”

“My parents are going to kill me,” she laughed again. The reality setting in quickly.

“Then stay at the Chateau with me tonight. What’s gonna happen that’s not already? Plus, we can sleep together and I can have you tell everyone how you had a scene at brunch.” He teased, his fingers playing with the ends of her hair.

“That…that sounds nice.” She sighed, closing her eyes. JJ pressed a kiss to the temple of her head.

“I also put in your breakfast order if you wanna eat at the bar. I used the money you gave me for it.” He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. She looked at him gratefully.

“You’re the best, J. I love you,”

“Even if I’m a Pogue?”

“Most definitely if you’re a Pogue. I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

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