#don flamenco controlling me... taking over...

[williamshamspeare]

Flamencoposting part 2

[kee--moo]

Vampire!NES Don Flamenco x Reader

oh man this is new... ummmm so who wants a vampire NES don fanfic?

Requested by: Nobody but myself and @skullkandiii A/N: So me and kandi concluded that Flamenco is different in the NES hes like a calm and sweet guy so why not make him a vampire eh? Genre: Fluff, vampires and whatnot Warnings: Just light mentions of blood and implied vampiric mind control. Maybe suggestive? Light swearing (from you.) Word Count: 1,217

For as long as you have been a photographer in the wayward WVBA, there’s always some special thing about each of the boxers. What amazes you more though, is that out of nowhere this small underage teen is plowing through the roster of boxers above his weight and height class like it’s nothing. But, then again, every boxer you’ve seen or met had something unique. A French guy who lives up to his name, a drunken Soviet who somehow got his wins, this… large… monster thing from the Pacific islands… And so many more. But there was one who had all the craze in the past few months. Hell, had more publicity than that aggravating testosterone brick from Hollywood. A wan, droopy eyed, (cough bALDING COUGH), Spaniard known simply as Don Flamenco.

Pretty on-the-nose for a guy like that. You don’t know if it’s just that Natural Spanish Charm™, but he has been a people magnet. Every match with him on the card have been sold out. He’s everywhere, that dashing man, on the papers, national television… And eventually, you found yourself with hundreds of photos of him. What’s so preternatural about this guy, anyway? You just didn’t get it, but here you are in the black room shifting through multiple rolls to find something that wasn’t Don. Ahah. Sandman… errr… what was that picture of Flamenco again? Your mind kept going back to Don’s photos. It’s not out of interest in his looks this time. It could be the amount of spotlights on the ring, but not one photo had him cast a shadow. While Little Mac— that kid’s name, right?— had some double shadow behind him, Don just didn’t have any. And there was no prank or editing behind the scenes. Even outside the viewfinder there was just no shadow. Whatever. It’s late at night, you’re on 3 cups of coffee, you might be going cuckoo.

All of these eventually came to a head one fateful day when you decided to get a bit too close. He looked a bit tired after this fight, could be his eyes, but he looked more dead than usual. He wasn’t smiling and he looked like he just woke up. He lost, but it almost never bothers him, at least, from your observation. Having the survival instincts of a dodo, you snuck into the locker room to get a closer look (and possibly more questionable photographs). There was nobody else in there. Just you and him—

“¿Hola?”

Ah shit.

You froze in place. The door was sprayed with WD-40 the last time you checked. How could he hear you if he was this far from the door. He called out again… “¿Hola?” Before you could backtrack and sneak out of the room, you bumped into something. Surprise! It’s him.

“WHAT TH-“

You stumbled backwards and tripped over a bench. In that nanosecond where you blinked, he caught you and helped you back up on your feet. He still looked tired, but a bit disturbed as he tried to calm you down. What the hell is he saying now? Is it relax? “Perdón… Perdón…” he muttered, keeping you close to him. His skin felt too cold. He got himself back together and switched up his language. “Sorry, are you okay?” You kinda missed his Spanish voice. “Y-yes,” you said still shaken. At last, you took the time to fully take in Don’s appearance. He was in the middle of still fixing his “hair”, his curl was a bit ruffled, his towel and robe were wet… eugh… and his expression looked worse. You asked if he was alright. He slowly shook a “no”, before slumping on the bench. You quickly got him some water, but he refused. “No. I’m fine. I’m just thirsty.” He said breathlessly. “But… you have water!” “Oh… you don’t know, do you?”

His mouth struggled to get those words out. And as he forced them out, the lights dimmed and a click was heard from the locker room door. You tried to push it open but it won’t budge. Jammed. Don stared at you with distant eyes as your heart started to race. What kinda extra-mun-dane shit is going on?! Your wide eyes locked on his for a moment and he sheepishly looked away. “Sorry,” he apologised again. “but I can’t let you leave. This only needs to be between the two of us.” That voice calmed you down. Huh? It’s so smooth and silky compared to the hoarse one a few seconds ago. While Don looked down in shame, you waltzed to the front of him with your finger on the camera’s button ready to take a picture of something so beautiful it’s hard to describe. He couldn’t help but look at you with pity in his eyes as you tried to take a picture. You couldn’t. The camera suddenly just doesn’t work. “Its unusual for someone like you to be here,” he said, trying to display some sort of attitude. “But you came at the right time. This… might scare you… but…” He rose slowly, crouched a little to face you, and pleaded: “May I, please, drink your blood?” You thought you’d drop dead at that, but instead, you chuckled. Does this guy really think he’s a vampire? This wasn’t part of his gimmick. He’s just that Dashing Spaniard trope personified and no more no less. However, Flamenco sensed your immediate disbelief and went to prove you wrong by gently charming you. For a moment, your worries about him went away and your eyes were fixed on his. Only for a moment, though. After that, you were snapped back to trepidation. The denial was gone now. They just be lettin’ anyone into this sport, huh? Flamenco— or would it be Fangmenco?— barely held back a simper watching your reaction. “Aqui.” So your blood is getting drank by this stud muffin? Hell. Yeah. But the rosy cheeked boxer hesitated to ask for your approval. Of course he wanted that. Politeness over arrogance. “Now that you’re convinced… Please?” “YEA- I mean… Yeah, alright Mr. Flamenco.” His face went all sad again, unsure about this. “Are you s-sure? I don’t know if I could make it as harmless as I can.” For the heck of it you said yes impatiently. Before you could say you’re squeamish about blood, the lights dimmed with your thoughts. He caressed you, held you close and affirmed that everything will be alright. It was like time had stopped, the last thing you could make out was that beautiful face. How in the hell could something this photogenic walk the earth for so long? Everything was blurry, your neck felt warm, you’re frozen in this wonderful state of bliss. No wonder all of those vampire novels were so popul— “¡Terminado!” Bang! You’re back. The lights were bright again, the door was unjammed and Don was walking out wiping blood off his tender lips. He looked better now, back to his youthful tall-dark-n’-handsome boxer look. His droopy eyes were full of life and they looked at you one last time before he left. “…Adios, y gracias!” Nobody would believe you. You knew it. But the burning question has been extinguished, but the burn in your neck won’t be for a good 48 hours.

[idontusethisbloganymore000]

☆ WVBA At A Party ☆

So uhh tw for alcohol mention,emetophobia other than that its ok

Glass Joe

- doing his best not to get thrown into a dance circle

- anxious as fuck

- piston hondo (drunk as shit) keep trying to explain star wars lore to him

- hes just nodding and pretending to understand, he cant because hes speaking in japanese

- had some drinks & passed out because he doesnt take alcohol well

- woke up on the roof because some drunk bastard decided to put him onto there, theres now a investigation about trying to find who put Joe on the roof

- will hold your drink for you

- keeps getting dragged into doing dumb shit by aran ryan

Von Kaiser

- buzzed, looks like hes on the verge of death

- at the karaoke bar, killing it, yess grandpa slayyyy one foot in the grave one foot in the rave

- keeps chugging like hell, look at him go

- teaching some random people how to do traditional german dances

- randomly starts sobbing

- bear hugger has to stop him from chugging another bottle of whiskey

Disco Kid

- thrown into the dance circle, killing it

- spamming everyones phones with really positive texts

- "YUO AR TAKENTED SNF CAN DK SNYTHING YKU PUT YOU4 NINF UBTO" (You are really talented and can do anything you put your mind into)

-"thank you : )"

- "YOU SRE LIVEF ANR 4SKEBT2D,,,,ÖOCE YOURDRKF" (You are loved, love yourself)

- wasted

- giving out free hugs

- had a really good dance off with aran ryan

- fell down a flight of stairs and got up like it was nothing

- dancing the pain away

Piston Hondo

- avoiding the dance circle like its a death sentence

- explaining the star wars lore to glass joe in japanese

- will hate himself in the morning

- speaking really broken japanglish with bear hugger

- keeps lifting up von kaiser & running away as he holds him

- partying hard

- randomly starts speaking about stuff, you could be talking about how you ran over a man and his son just yesterday and he'll be like "Do you like sailor moon"

- tried to eat a glass of water, sad because he got stopped

- randomly got stuck in a british accent

King Hippo

- passed out on the floor

- someone help him please

- people keep trying to use him as a trampoline

- randomly gets up and starts to talk about sea slugs

- he just leaves after that,he is done

Great Tiger

- only sober person here

- has to stop piston hondo from explaining the star wars lore to random people

- making sure everyone is hydrated

- victim of disco kids positive texts

- gathers drunk passed out people and puts them somewhere safe so nobody gets hurt

- oh my god he is on the verge of tears from all this stress he needs help

- ended up sobbing into disco kids arms after it all got too stressful

- he could really use a break

- will hold your drink,may switch it out with water if he decides youve had enough for tonight

Don Flamenco

- too distracted too go to the dance circle

- keeps singing & referencing dumb stuff while anyone talks to him, he just has 0 thoughts right now

- "i feel like im never gonna amount to anything in my life, it just feels like im destined to end up dying alone-"

- "FIESTA SALSA QUİNCEAÑERA-"

- "why do i even bother"

- drinking cocktails like someones gonna take it away from him if he doesnt inhale it within 10 seconds

- keeps trying to call carmen

- stumbling like hell

- someone needs to tape his mouth shut

- asking the dumbest shit ever to carmen as he texts her

- "would you still love me if i was a muppet,,"

- "would you still be able to control yourself or would you need to be used like a actual muppet??"

- "i dont knwo im durnk"

Bear Hugger

- will not go into the dance circle, ever

- singing sea shanties & suddenly has the personality of a ye olden sailor

- someone convinced him to wax his legs

- confused as shit when he wakes up in the morning

- listening to hondo infodump about sailor moon, intrigued

- will laugh at anything, laughed at Macho mans left eyebrow for a solid 40 minutes

- passed out for a hour after that

- brought a random frog from the nearest pond & named it Buddy, buddy was never seen again after someone threw him out of a window

- ate candle wax, he just did, he somehow stomached it

- sober yet wasted, tapdancing on that line between mentally not present & aware

Aran Ryan

- drunk but has a camera, recording whatever happens

- "guys... this little pocket sized eejit is stuck on the roof... what the fuck.. get him off of there"

- will do anything you dare him to do, got dared to throw someones TV out of the window, the rest is history

- eated a bees

- chased piston hondo with a chair, you havent known true fear until a irishman with a camera & chair is chasing you while yelling like a psychopath while youre talking about star wars lore

- called glass joe "Glasses Jonathan"

- mourned the loss of buddy with bear hugger

- on his hater routine, texting back discos positive messages with mean messages

Soda Popinski

- sober, enjoying the show

- in the dance circle, busting it down

- dehydrated because theres no soda :(

- trying to convince aran ryan to eat a pair of headphones

- gives out water to anyone who appears drunk & asks for a drink telling them its "strong stuff" Just to see them smile & hydrate themselves

- enjoying the karaoke

- also mourning the loss of buddy, thought he was really cool

Bald Bull

- scared of the dance circle

- drunk but his social anxiety is still acting up

- mom i threw up pose when he zones out & stares into the void

- standing in the corner or clinging onto don flamenco because he cant manage crowds well

- getting second hand embarrasment from don flamencos singing

- people keep using the top of his head as a mirror

- clinging onto the nearest extroverts he knows well

- "what if everyone thinks i look like a complete idiot standing in the corner"

- Just really anxious & stressed, he doesnt manage social events well

- needs some silence

Super Macho Man

- thinks hes a good dancer, looks like hes having a stroke, dancing is not for him, especially drunk dancing

- people keep calling him grandpa

- sobbing over any minor event that effects him even slightly negatively

- sobbed over the loss of buddy

- crying over everything

- sobbing on the bathroom floor because he threw up so hard he felt like his soul left him

- hes literally just crying

- tried to do karaoke through his tears, couldnt sing the tears away

Mr Sandman

- pushed into the dance circle, accidentally made a conga line, who knew a conga line full of drunk men could be so fun?

- watching aran ryan eat weird shit & cheering him on because he thinks its funny

- bald bull tried to make a "man me a sand" joke to him, ended up looking like he was having a seizure

- "Mr sandman.. Sand.. The man?.. Sand man.. Uhhh, man him a sand-"

- "bull please lay down"

- enjoying bear huggers sea shanties

- trying to get glass joe off the roof

- fell asleep using a freezer as a pillow

Extra

- narcis showed up to tell everyone that theyre losers & left

- doc louis left early with mac as soon as the alcohol drinking started

[dollmoth-productions]

No one would believe you

⚠️TW OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOR STALKING POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR STOCKHOLM SYNDROME MANIPULATION ABUSIVE BEHAVIOR AND DRUGGING DO NOT DO ANY OF THIS ITS NOT HEALTHY ⚠️

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Leonora walked out of the restaurant that she usually worked at and took a big breath in and out. It was a very busy day today. Although she had a very busy day and it was very draining. But the one thing that she was worried about was moth they were talking to Joe again and it was obvious that he was getting worse. She didn't like him, she hated him. He was a creep and at worst a stalker. She's just hoping that moth would snap out of this stupid crushing phase . But it was obvious that they didn't understand the dangers that they were in moth were very oblivious person although they were very smart, their naivety was a downfall. It was definitely scary to say the least how easily they fell and controlled him. Her mind was going so fast that it was causing her to have a headache before she heard a familiar click of a lighter ".... Anton?"

" Guten Abend Leonora!"

And just like that the thought stifled as she walked closer to Anton although they worked it different times they were rather close and once they were given the chance they would talk to each other. Anton struggled with his lighter  for a second before lighting his cigarette " how are you today anton?" Anton smiled before chuckling" for working in a coffee shop I'm rather tired!" They both laughed for a few seconds" so how's my grandpa doing?"

Leonora glanced over at Anton before looking him up and down it was obvious that he was nervous " you know for a 92-year-old he works pretty damn fast"

" has he been telling you that he's 92?" It almost made her worry a little bit. Anton was trying hard not to laugh " is he younger than he says he is?"

" Nein Nein…. He's older way older"

" Anton, how old is Hans?"

" He's 102! has he been lying about his age for like a 6 months I swear to God Grandpa"

"WHAT?!?!?!" This actually made her jump back and surprised he didn't act like his age he acted like he was still fit as a fill but honestly she didn't really ask much about his age she was just happy to have a few extra hands around especially one that she can talk to it took her a few seconds to grab with the information before they heard Anton's phone ring "oh it Little Rock Star" Leonora chuckled at the cute nickname Anton gave moth but that smile faltered as he answered the call and it was very Audible moth was in distress " Moss calm down what's going on you need to breathe sweetie please breathe what do you what do you mean?!?! what do you mean he was found…. Me and grandpa will be there soon, don't worry ….. remember sweetie take breaths" Anton quickly rushed in and took off his apron and put on his leather jacket and started rushing to his car.

Leonora was in the dark she was concerned too moth was rather close with her and it made her concerned what was going on " Anton what the hell is going once

" Don Flamenco hung himself…."

Her face completely lost color in an instant. It was almost like she got hit by a train and she couldn't even react in time. It took her a few moments to react before she felt tears go down her face but she quickly shuck It off and followed him.

" I'm coming too I have to be there for Moth" Anton hesitated for a few seconds before letting her into the backseat helping his Grandpa into the front seat. The car ride was long and silent, sure you would hear someone sniffle and cough but that's it. Otherwise it was completely silent and scary. They finally got to the house and it was scary and unsettling. But what they saw was way worse: moth was wrapped in a blanket and being questioned by the police this was unnerving. Anton quickly ran up to his child and hug them trying his best to comfort them. Hans was a lot slower due to his old age and injuries that he sustained in the war he gently leaned down by them and started comforting them.

Leonora was about to do the same thing before she felt like she was being watched she turned around harshly. She was listening to the conversation and against her better judgment she walked into the house seeing the body. It was almost unnerving but was more nerve-wracking. She gently picked it up and she knew this handwriting wasn't Dawn's handwriting this was anything but Don's handwriting it was Joseph's handwriting and just unq she heard a familiar chuckle.

" do you like my artwork I could have played with him a little longer but he always got on my nerves too bad so sad a life he never had"

" absolutely what the hell is wrong with you Joseph you know how much Don meant to moth and you do some shit like this what the hell is wrong with you you are insane!"

" insane or in love because those are two different things my dear you wouldn't understand because you couldn't confess to anyone you love if your life depended on it"

" I can tell everyone that you did this moth would never love you again!"

" do you really think that moth will believe you you know as well as me and that they're a little stupid don't give me that look you're acting like I'm the bad guy"

"Leonora you are more useless than a sack of rocks when it comes to helping your friend you are more useless than you think and you need to understand that even if you try to help them you can't they're already mine you lost"

She wanted to respond but she was left speechless. Joe quickly moved past her, smiling that Wicked smile. Although she wanted to warn them he was right they wouldn't believe her. No matter how old they are, no matter how Longleaf and Friends this wouldn't work, moth was slow when it comes to these things and she wanted to help. But she felt stumped. She just wanted to help them no matter what. But why couldn't she move? She could move right here right now and then everything will be good but why did it feel like her legs were glued to the floor as Joseph left through the window why couldn't she move.

Finally when she got out of the house Anton was carrying moth into the car "Leonora can you drive us home me and Grandpa want to be by moth in this time" she nodded but yet she felt like she had no control yet it was scary she got into the car and couldn't help but look back she never seen Moth like this. They looked like a mess of makeup smudged on their face, one of their favorite outfits drenched in tears and makeup purchased. It took 30 minutes to get back to their apartment but when they did Anton picked up his child and started bringing them into their room. He didn't come out for several hours. Finally when he came out he also looked a mess but they were all still awake they all look tired " how are they Anton"

" asleep "

There was a long stint of Silence it almost seemed to silent why was it so quiet

Leonora glanced over to Hans. This was the first time she ever saw Hans cry; he looked so concerned and scared. He never wanted anything bad to happen. He was only sobbing and In This Moment she wished she could reach out to him hug him tell him it's okay but yet she couldn't. She felt stuck. Why was she so stuck? Why couldn't she move? Was it fear? She really didn't know what to do in the situation. She wanted to help but she knew it couldn't really help she knew one of the people that could possibly help them but was it really worth it?

Should she really tell him?

"... I'm going to make a small phone call I'll be back" although she wished she could tell Hans and Anton they most likely would tell moss and then he would find out and moth had just gotten back their family and she couldn't risk that for them she took a small pause before she heard the phone answer in a very tired groggy voice answered the phone

" bear hugger can you please just try to convince mom not to be in contact with Joseph anymore I'm getting scared that he might do something and I don't know what to do anymore I'm really concerned and just please I'm begging"

Bear Hugger paused for a few seconds before making a very audible sigh in agreeing she couldn't tell the Sigh was Melancholy or regret it scared her to say the least that she couldn't tell the difference out of all the people why did it happen to Moth it concerned her how easy they were to manipulate let alone control in this situation. She couldn't help but sink down to the  point of crying. She couldn't help but feel tears go down her face although she wasn't as close to Don he didn't deserve this. This this scared her although she knew that Joseph was unhinged but she didn't know that he would go this far. She wished he didn't. She wished that this would just hope he was sent to jail where he would rot and hopefully be punished for what he's doing. But that most likely wouldn't happen.

Joseph was too smart for that.

A few weeks had passed and Moth had barely been out of the house let alone to the restaurant or the cafe. Sure some people would visit them now and again but they were not like themselves after the situation. And dragon had to go to China for a world tour he had signed a contract and he couldn't get out of it he wished he could be there just to comfort his best friend but he was forced to go there he never wanted to go there he just had to. It hurt him to see them like this but he knew that they had Hondo and that's all he could ask for. Honda was concerned for moth and that was apparent. Although weeks had passed and Honda was taking care of them the best he could he couldn't get them out of this lump. Honda wish he could help moth more but he knew in this situation that that would be impossible. Although Hondo had to work at a different job during this time he would try his best to help them as the week's past they slowly got out of the slump but they were just a shell at this moment

Moth finally felt the motivation to go to the restaurant today although they didn't want to they got dressed into something more presentable it was an oversized t-shirt that had Rob Zombie on it they were wearing ripped black jeans that had studs on them and they were wearing platforms that brought them up to 5 ft 2 finally completing the look with a little bit of jewelry and a sweatshirt for the cold weather. They slowly walked down the stairs from their apartment and started walking down the street for the first time. They weren't listening to music, they were just listening to the wind. They were almost in a trance like State just staring at the ground and listening to the wind listening to the crunching of the snow they only got out of this trance when they heard rapid footsteps.

" buddy champ thank God you're okay" they felt them be tackled by a hug they recognized the orange hair and smiled slightly although it seemed mostly forced "hey bates……" Bates couldn't help but feel his ears drop back he couldn't help but feel guilty he never really cared for Don but why was he feeling like this this was for his best friend then moth and Joe obviously liked each other. He quickly snapped out of this in his ears  shot up " where are you going?" Moth only stared at him for a few seconds before looking to the side "moonlight…." He smiled walking along moth " I'll come with I have an extra few bucks and you look like you deserve a treat" he smiled looking over at his friend but his smile faltered looking at how much this infected them was this really the right thing to do? No of course it was Joseph was always right.

They walked into the restaurant and looked around noticing a little sign

" please set  yourself"

Bates smiled and quickly sat down in one of the booths happily tapping his feet. Moth was just mostly looking at the menu wondering what they would get. Normally their waiter would be Leonora but this time it was a beautiful tan woman who seemed to lose pigment in some areas of her face and legs and arms.

" hello my name is Naomi I'll be your waiter today"

Her face turned a light red color as she gazed upon moth and cleared her throat

" what would you like to drink?"

" whiskey please…"

" Can I have your ID?"

Mothside and showed her the ID and she smiled and then she looked over to Bates

" what would you like sir?"

" can I get some of those Kitty cocktails that everyone is raving about"

"Yes! I'll be back with your drinks soon"

Although  Moth nwas trying their best to look normal they looked like they were ready to cry at any instant they wanted to cry they wished they could cry. But they were in public and they had to be mature in the situation. Before Naomi could even leave the situation she smiled and looked down at their shirt and instantly got shocked immediately recognizing the musical artist on moths shirt " is that Rob Zombie I love Rob Zombie" moth couldn't help but actually smile a little bit they hadn't met a Rob Zombie fan in a while " you know a cover artist is going to is going to be playing a few of Rob zombie maybe just maybe you want to go out and go to the bar with me and listen to a few of the songs?"

Moth couldn't help but smile even wider and instantly agreed however this wasn't good news Bates couldn't help but unintentionally type up what happened to Joseph. Although he loved the happy expression that was on his best friend's face it had to be ended Joe was the only one for Mom. At least that's what he hoped he hated seeing them so sad but he knew that Joe and them would make the perfect couple. He needed to make sure nothing bad would happen to Joseph even if he couldn't stop them from going on a date but maybe he could stop someone else from interfering with the situation. He could easily get rid of any competition that he deemed as necessary to make sure Joe's plan goes successfully. He smiled thinking about how his best friend would react to him actually helping the plan Maybe maybe he would even be proud of him. She watched Naomi walk away smiling the widest smile he had ever seen but why was he feeling guilty he knew that what Joe was doing was right because Joe and moth were meant to be together yet he couldn't help but shake the guilt from his face. He truly wanted them to be happy but he also wanted Joe to be happy the situation was stressing him out slightly and moth could tell.

As Moth was comforting Bates in the situation he caught Naomi walking into the kitchen . Naomi walked into the room and smiled " I finally asked them out I finally asked them out I finally asked them out!" She took a big breath in and out knowing that she had to be calm for the next person that she had to serve yet she couldn't wipe that smile off her face finally asking someone out that she fell in love with she just hope that moth felt the same way she hoped that someday they would be able to do stuff together like normal couples do just thinking about holding their hand and dancing with them made her giddy like when you first got a crush in school she wanted to cherish moth in some ways and she wanted moth to hold them in a romantic way. She quickly got her mind on the task and started getting ready to serve the customers.

As Time flew by moth and Bates continued hanging out throughout  weeks moth seemed excited to hang out with Naomi and as much as they wanted to admit it they were honestly falling in love with her. Although they were still in love with Joe they felt so happy around Naomi however this was annoying to Joe he felt a hatred I hate you that was only meant for something disgusting something that was meant to be looked at like it was repulsed to him Naomi was repulsive disgusting not to mention filth against his shoe. He didn't even notice his surroundings as he was hearing two people having a conversation. He looked over the corner and noticed Bear Hugger and moth talking he might need this information and smiled as he listened in.

" listen I know you really like Joe but he's not the best for you he's very toxic from what I've seen and very manipulative"

" maybe he's just really misunderstood" although they know that he was right it still hurt they wanted love so bad but maybe they found love with Naomi.

" please I beg of you moth just ignore him do anything to avoid him you don't need that stress or manipulation in your life anymore

"OK ok" Moth gently hugged Bear Hugger and he hugged back tentily he was very scared he hate to admit it.

Joe was a scary person whenever he was angry or violent or even both at for that matter he's scary he doesn't trust him at all. He wants to see him at least in jail so he doesn't get in the way or harm moth. He never wanted anything to do with Joe especially . He was rather close with moth being like a father figure to them when they had no one he only wanted to help them and the best way he could but he knows that there is little to no way to convince them to ignore Joe was a violent person who likes to cause problems on purpose it was almost like a game to him and he hated it. Not only was Joe manipulative, he was very conniving. He slowly walked away from the conversation as moth waved goodbye. He hoped that he could at least talk some sense into them. He slowly walked back to the apartment he was staying at for the time being he slowly entered the apartment.

Before he could even react there was a loud pop noise and he fell to the ground like a sack of bricks. Their stand Bates stood there with a gun he couldn't help but force a smile out this was for moth this was for everything so everything will go perfect. But yet he couldn't shake the feeling of guilt moth was so close to him and yet Joe needed him gone. It wasn't normal for him to feel this much guilt and yet he hated it so much but he needed to do this he needed everything to be perfect yet he couldn't help but feel guilty.

This was all so Joe and moth would be the perfect happy couple he dreamed of.

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I know this one is long but I feel like I brush this a little bit but I was really excited to write this chapter I'm not the proudest in this one but I hope you guys like it as much as you can

Leonora belongs to @nesssblog

Bates belongs to @pupcakedoesstuff

[number-1-kuaidul-fanboy]

Punch Out Mansion AU

Thought I’d elaborate a little bit on my Punch Out AU where all the WVBA boxers live in a mansion together by giving some background on the characters, like their cliques and lives outside of boxing and other random tidbits I felt like adding. This was all just for fun and is admittedly biased toward/against certain characters, so take it with a grain of salt.

Glass Joe

-Along with boxing, Joe is a photographer.

-Only tried boxing out on a dare and was horrible at it. But he kept trying, insisting he could get at least a few wins. The WVBA liked him so much that when he did get his one win, he was given a place in the minor circuit and is essentially a rite of passage for new challengers.

-No one can really bring themselves to be mean to Joe.

-Sandman learns French from Joe so he can shit talk Little Mac in front of him. Joe also learns English from Sandman and can speak it decently, though he has a noticeable accent.

-His closest friends are Von Kaiser, Sandman, and Little Mac.

-Favourite food is baguettes. (I think that was a little obvious)

-Dog person, pretty social and outgoing.

-Dang good at cooking and baking. Always makes food for the others.

Von Kaiser

-Boxing was Kaiser’s main gig for a while but he’s now out of his prime. He used to be a great boxer in his thirties and was even the champion of the major circuit for a while. However, old age and increased cowardice made him lose more and more until he was only able to defeat Glass Joe to keep his position in the minor circuit.

-Everyone calls him “sir,” some mockingly and others sincerely.

-His english is passable, but he gets certain phrases/words wrong sometimes. Everyone tries to be polite about correcting him.

-Cat person.

-He and Joe are best friends, meaning Kaiser also hangs around Sandman and Mac.

-Plays video games just because the ‘kids’ wanted him to do it. His favourite is NES Mario.

-A bit of a dad to the group, being the oldest.

Disco Kid

-Also started boxing because someone dared him and stuck with it because he wanted the exposure for his disco dancing career. Out of all of them, he is the newest to boxing. (Apart from Little Mac, of course)

-Often wears leotards.

-Dances around the house with headphones on a lazy day.

-He and Don Flamenco are best friends and often play Just Dance (their favourite game) competitively.

-They both also hang out with Great Tiger. (Cuz they’re divas)

-Disco Kid is also a famous TikToker.

-He and Don worked together to make:  “I want a hippopotamus for Christmas.” Where they basically make fun of King Hippo.

-Dog Person

-Can’t cook at all.

King Hippo

-Nobody knows his real name so they just call him “Hippo.”

-Favourite food is all.

-Doc Louis shares some chocolate bars with him.

-King Hippo’s son, Prince Potamus took over the throne “temporarily” when King Hippo left for boxing. Now that it’s been a year, people are questioning whether he will ever return to his home island.

-He can’t hold a controller, much less play video games. However, he does wreck everyone at Swordplay in Wii Sports Resort. Nobody can figure out how, but they can’t manage to beat him.

-Just eats everything raw without preparing it.

Piston Hondo

-Does martial arts professionally like Karate and Boxing and shit. He is also new to boxing, and was offered directly by a WVBA person after they saw one of his martial arts demonstrations. Hondo accepted and did some training before starting his boxing career. He fights anyone who challenges him, which is why he hasn’t passed his position, he hasn’t had a chance to challenge anyone himself.

-He speaks very slowly in English in order to get all the words right. It is slow, but proper.

-Pretty much everyone from Major Circuit and onward arm wrestle with Little Mac. Hondo tries to regulate the arm wrestles the best he can. (It needs to be a fair fight!)

-Favourite food is sushi. (I think this is kinda canon, but whatever)

-Piston Hondo and Little Mac train together. Their morning jog is outrunning the bullet train.

-Hondo and Doc Louis are the “dads” of the group and are the most responsible.

-Everyone kind of respects him, even the higher ranks.

-He’s not really a gamer, but he likes Ace Attorney.

-Almost exclusively cooks food from his home country, going off of recipes from his childhood.

Bear Hugger

-Apart from boxing, he is a lumberjack.

-He challenged everyone in the minor circuit and won, but couldn’t defeat Hippo. So he just decided to challenge the first major circuit person, who at the time wasn’t Hondo because Hondo only has one loss.

-Loves camping but none of the others ever want to go. (Aran Ryan might go to prank him.)

-He keeps his squirrel as a pet. One of the others has to take care of it while he’s out. (Hondo or Doc usually offer)

-Favourite food is maple syrup. (Also kinda canon)

-He’s pretty chill with everyone and content to go with the flow most of the time.

-Mobile gamer. He’s really dedicated to PvZ in particular.

-Probably arm wrestles Mac from time to time.

-The only one to really get along with Bald Bull all that well.

-Wakes up early to make pancakes for everyone.

Great Tiger

-He is a street magician, probably. Maybe a professional magician with like a show. I don’t know how this stuff works.

-Probably seduced the ref to get so many decision wins.

-He beat everyone up to Don and was literally about to challenge him for the championship when Little Mac came along. (We can all agree that Great Tiger is much more difficult than Don Flamenco, right?)

-Either didn’t beat King Hippo and did the same thing Bear Hugger did or did beat him and didn’t take the belt because it was “beneath him.”

-Total douche with his clones. He’ll do things like tickle Little Mac to win an arm wrestle. (Hondo and Doc try to stop him but can’t)

-Total prankster.

-Uses magic literally all the time even when he doesn’t need to.

-He surprisingly knows a good amount of English. He still forgets words/phrases and enunciates certain things oddly but he can carry a solid conversation in English.

-Switches to Hindi to trash talk the others, particularly Little Mac. (Even if he’s grown to secretly respect the persistent kid)

-Hangs out around Don and Disco and will help them prank people for TikToks. They will also game together.

-Favourite food is pakora. (It’s an indian dessert. If you’ve never tried it, it’s delicious)

-Same as Hondo, in which he just knows how to cook foods from his country. Uses his clones to do every little task in order to cook. (Ex: Will have one stirring something, one at the rice maker, and another at the stove)

-Eats insanely spicy foods. (Will sometimes eat chili powder right out of the shaker)

Don Flamenco

-His full name is Juan Eduardo Flamenco Ramirez. He was nicknamed “Don” by his friends growing up and stuck with it for his boxing name. He used “Flamenco” as the second half of his name because it was pretty.

-He is canonically a bullfighter and boxer. That’s all you really need.

-Don climbed the ranks like Mac did. He originally kept the minor circuit belt for a while but decided he wanted something more impressive. He challenged Von Kaiser for the major circuit belt and won.

-Also probably seduced the ref if we’re being honest.

-Loves dancing and expensive dates.

-His best friends are Disco Kid and Great Tiger. He nicknamed Disco Kid “Niño de Disco” and Great Tiger “Gran Tigre.”

-He is pretty much bilingual, and has little trouble switching between English and Spanish. He will switch to spanish to tease Little Mac, though it’s pretty harmless in comparison to some of the others.

-He’s only emo in the ring and sometimes around Little Mac. “It’s not a phase, Mac.”

-Dog person.

-Favourite food is churros. (A spanish dessert. Also delicious.)

-He’s really not a gamer and will only play Just Dance with Disco Kid.

-He punched Bald Bull through the roof for a TikTok. Completely unrelated to that, there is a “natural skylight” in Don’s room.

-Challenges Little Mac to arm wrestles whenever he’s bored. Apart from Hondo, he’s probably the least “cheaty” out of them.

-An excellent cook. Because he loves to impress the ladies.

Aran Ryan

-Actually used his real name for boxing. The absolute madman.

-Apart from Boxing, Aran is a telemarketer. He also scams people on the streets as a side hustle.

-He started on the World circuit, the absolute madman, and Soda Pop was the first boxer he met. Aran Ryan can’t manage to beat him or any of the others though and picked on the lower ranks to work up a record. His “number 5” rank is technically unofficial.

-Wastes a lot of money on alcohol.

-Eats nothing but potatoes.

-He and Soda Popinski are best friends. I could see him and Great Tiger either being friends or rivals.

-Doesn’t get along with many of the others. Bald Bull especially is his enemy.

-Learned Russian to communicate with Soda. Likewise, Soda learned more English to communicate with Aran.

-Tries to use two hands while arm wrestling Mac. Doc or Hondo try to get him to knock that shit off.

-Dog person

-He loves gaming and will hack literally any game he can get his hands on. Newer Super Mario Bros Wii is his favourite game.

-Is banned from the kitchen.

Soda Popinski

-Works at a bar selling drinks.

-He’s been boxing for a long time. Held one of the circuit championships at some point but lost it. His other loss was against Sadman.

-He and Aran Ryan are drinking buddies. (Yeah sure it’s soda. It’s spiked with vodka or steroids. You can’t fool me.)

-He’s not much of a gamer, but often gets pulled into playing Aran Ryan’s hacked games with him.

-Always drinks the entire supply of soda. If anyone else wants soda, they have to hide it in one of their rooms.

-Chugs an entire can of steroid soda before arm wrestling Mac.

-“Favourite food? Uh, soda! That is a food, right?” -him at some point

-Understands English well, but has trouble speaking it himself.

-Mostly keeps to himself oddly enough.

-Doesn’t cook. Pretends to not know english when someone asks him to.

Bald Bull

-Apart from boxing, he’s a professional bodybuilder.

-Just kinda challenged people randomly and somehow won most of the time. His losses (pre Mac) were against Macho Man, Sandman, and twice against Doc Louis.

-Is laid back unless the paparazzi come around or someone does something to piss him off. Then he goes beserk. Like the time Don used him to make a “natural skylight” for a TikTok.

-Probably started the arm wrestling tradition against Little Mac, but no one is really sure.

-He and Doc Louis insult each other constantly. Aran and him are also bitter enemies.

-Talks shit about everyone in Turkish.

-Speaks in very broken english and usually hides out in his room.

-He is most chill around Bear Hugger, his closest friend.

-The others normally don’t let him touch a video game controller. However, he did beat King Hippo at Swordplay, shocking everyone.

-Can probably cook just fine but was preemptively banned from the kitchen so no one is really sure.

SMM

-His real name is Chadrick, like the asshole he is.

-A Hollywood actor for sure.

-Was the champion for a while until Sandman kicked his ass. He didn’t take any of the other belts because it was “beneath him.”

-Buys all the skins and battle passes in Fortnite. Also buys a ton of other useless rich person shit.

-Doesn’t live in the mansion but will visit every now and then during parties and shit.

-Eats nothing but In-n-Out. (Thanks Tumblr, for conflating these two in my mind)

-Is totally lying about his age.

Mr. Sandman

-His real name is Michael. People often make the comparison between him and Mike Tyson.

-He looked up to Mike Tyson as a kid.

-He is 100% devoted to boxing. Before boxing however, he worked in retail, which would explain his utter rage with the world.

-Didn’t take the minor or major belts because it was beneath him.

-Extremely competitive with Little Mac.

-“LITTLE MAC YOU ATE MY FUCKING LEFTOVERS THIS CALLS FOR A REMATCH!” -Sandman, all the time

-Also arm wrestles him a lot and challenges him at Minecraft, the favourite game of the two of them. He has a Minecraft world that he’s used for six years on Survival with all these crazy builds.

-Fairly chill when not boxing or competing with Mac.

-Good friends with Glass Joe and admires the persistent little guy despite his lack of skill in boxing.

Doc Louis

-Was the champion before Macho Man. Climbed the ranks like Mac did, and gave up his belts after retiring. Sandman was probably the final straw.

-Fought Bald Bull back in the day, and often won. They’re still rivals now.

-Favourite food is chocolate. (Literally canon, but whatever)

-The ultimate dad of the group.

-Gives them all advice, but clearly picks his favourites (Little Mac).

-All the older fighters get a little nervous when they see him eating chocolate. (You know what I mean if you’ve played Doc Louis’s Punch Out)

-Plays games with the others when they need an extra player.

-Loves cooking and does it all the time, often for some of the others too.

-He’s retired so he doesn’t “officially” live at the mansion. However, the couch has become his designated spot and the table beside it is where he puts his bag of chocolate bars.

[ziloufs]

Glitter Faces

The first 3 songs, Dan was struggling to steady his strides, and more than ever, he wished he could hold onto Phil for support. Somehow, the clumsiest man alive, was gliding across the floor, looking suave, and dare Dan say, sexy in the dark lighting of the rink.

Word Count: 1339

Rating: T

Ao3: HERE

And somehow, after all that content, I still needed to find another way to tell the story. Excuse the title, it doesn’t even fit with the mood of the story, but yah I’d like to think I'm funny. This turned into some introspective thing about dan, and the pressure of societies boundaries that it puts on gender, and the individual, but other than that, its pretty fluffy <3 enjoy.

 “Ugh, isn’t rollerblading practically the same as Flamenco class, just on wheels?”

It was spain, the Creator Summit housed Dan and Phil for a few days of “Youtube related” festivities. They’d checked into their room a night ago, and it was slowly approaching the end of day two, with the last event on the Summit Itinerary being the roller rink. Dan was absentmindedly picking at the hotel note book, flipping pages and making little tears while he was waiting for Phil to finish blow drying his hair.  

They were going to go to it, obviously, it would be great to their American friends again, to see Anthony again, however, Dan knew his hand-eye coordination was next to nothing. Phil appeared from the bathroom, still wrapped up in some towels, waving his messy mop of hair around.

“...that doesn’t make sense Dan, but, Anthony invited us to his room to get ready with him, It’s a themed roller rink party!” Phil made his way over to Dan, the cordless blow dryer in hand. “A 70s themed roller rink party, Dan.”

Phil playfully shook his wet hair in front of him, some of the spray soaking into the hotel note-pad and his shirt.

“Phil!”

“And, Anthony showed me some --facial embellishments-- that I think you’ll like.”

It was a silver sequin and metallic eyeshadow kit; it was somewhat costume-y, but  makeup nonetheless. Phil knew him better than himself. Pulling out a makeup up set, saying he could “ambiguously wear it for the party”. It was so tempting, and that offering, it made Dan so damn happy.

Dan had some experience with makeup: eyeliner temporarily blinding him at sixteen. Secretly though, he longed to actually wear it. Rose coloured highlighter, champagne eyeshadow, brow liner, and maybe even clear mascara. However, those wishes stayed in the confines of his mind. It was funny, because people were so accepting on youtube these days, men were running their own beauty channels, men were running successful makeup companies.

But, he wasn’t them, boldly extravagant, flaunting his “feminine” prowess to the masses. In little bits and pieces he was trying, bringing out the ‘softer Daniel’, painting his nails, and making throw away comments about makeup looks, but still, this was Dan, and his physical embodiment prevented him from ever going beyond day dreaming. The stigma with “men in makeup”, no matter how wrong he knew it was, always stopped him.

But when he turned to Anthony and Phil happily helping each other apply it, asking one another, Is this good? Should I put more sequins? Dan felt comfort. With the support of Phil and Anthony by his side, sporting sequin, silvery looks, he felt confidence. He had the safety of a themed party to justify his glittery eyes. He could let his physical embodiment go, just for tonight.

“I think we look like a couple of smokin’ bros, ready for a night out on the town!” Anthony exclaimed, wrapping his arms around both Phil and Dan.

“Hopefully this doesn’t sweat off as soon as I attempt to rollerblade.” Dan turned his face to the mirror, inspecting the delicately layered sequins, over a smoked out metallic underlay. He was proud of his work and loved Phil even more, for giving him an outlet like this.

“Oh it definitely will, I’m going to force you two to go speedskating with me around the rink.”

The first 3 songs, Dan was struggling to steady his strides, and more than ever, he wished he could hold onto Phil for support. Somehow, the clumsiest man alive, was gliding across the floor, looking suave, and dare Dan say, sexy in the dark lighting of the rink.

“Need some help over there?” Phil questioned, arcing around Dan and placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Ugh Phil, piss off, I can do it.” Dan swatted Phil’s hands away, shakily making his way forward. One step, two steps, and Phil had to grab Dan’s forearm lest he end up on his ass.

“Sure, Dan.” he giggled.

It took a whole ten minutes, but Dan was starting to ascend from a “broken legged Bambi”, to a “dying swan”. Soon enough Dan was skating alongside Phil, stealing quick glances at how appealing he looked tonight. The thin, silk shirt whooshed with the movement from rollerblading, his black fringe melted into the darkness of the rink, and sometimes the flashing lights would catch the glimmer on Phil’s cheek. 

Phil too could say something-along-the -same-lines about Dan. They were both so far gone for eachother.

“You need to take a photo of this, it looks so pretty.” Phil yelled over the music, brushing his fingers along the glittery mess adorning Dan’s face. Dan momentarily flinched, the reflex of knowing that there were digital eyes everywhere.

“Yeah, maybe I should, even though ours practically look the same.” Dan said back, moving in closer to Phil’s ear.

“That’s not true! You did yours all by yourself, and you were so particular about the sequins!” Phil was still shouting even though they were closer together. He did have a point though, Dan was really enjoying applying it himself, and if Phil said it looked nice….

“Dan, let’s go to the toilets for a selfie before you sweat it all off.”

The lighting was surprisingly sound, for it being a hotel’s toilets. Dan slide out his phone, and began working out the angles.

“Should we take one together?” Dan asked, still checking for the best shot.

“For memories yeah, but for instagram, I think you should be the main feature. I’d just take away from your masterpiece.”

“Stop trying to ‘butter me up’ you flop, Just come into the frame.” Dan laughed, pulling Phil by the front of his shirt.

Dan briefed the room, then leaned in closer to Phil’s face, making it so both of their glitter sides were facing the camera.

“This one is for the memories.” Dan smiled at Phil, moving in and kissing him, glitter and all.

Phil was surprised, considering anyone could’ve walked in, but a feeling of warmth and fuzziness settled in as soon as Dan’s lips met his. The kiss lasted longer than he thought it would, not to say that he didn’t enjoy it, but he was a little confused. Dan stayed frozen in place with his lips still pressed against Phils.

“-m takin’ a burst, don’ move” Dan mumbled against Phil’s lips. “Need to ge’ the bes’ shot”

Phil’s heart was going crazy fast. This beautiful, ridiculous boy, who sometimes liked to wear makeup, was posing against his lips for a photo. He couldn’t wait till they could get out of their skates.

Dan finally pulled back, but didn’t go to check the pictures right away. He spent a quiet few seconds inspecting Phil’s face. His eyes flitted to the glitter on his cheek, then up to Phil's eyes, and down to his lips.

“Thanks for putting up with me.” Dan said, lifting his hands to fit snugly around Phil’s hips. Some should’ve come in by now, it wasn’t fair that Phil had to control himself for this long. “I’m glad you suggested the glitter.”

Phil sighed happily, and imitated Dan’s hands, wrapping him into a big hug.

“I love it, I love you, and I knew you’d love the makeup.” He murmured into Dan’s hair, each of them just holding each other in the empty bathroom at the party. This was so like them. Taking a little breather from the crowd, reminding each other they were here, they were real. Sometimes it was overwhelming, talking to different people, putting on a face for others. They loved their friends, but it was different than just being with each other.

It was also nice to treat Phil like he was his boyfriend, to hold his hand, kiss him, take silly “couple photos”,even if it all happened in the hotel toilets.

“Ready to fall on your ass again?” Dan offered, leading Phil to door by his hand.

“Only if we do it together.” Phil sniggered.

[dollmoth-productions]

Just hanging out

Chapter 3

⚠️TW OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOR STALKING POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR STOCKHOLM SYNDROME MANIPULATION ABUSIVE BEHAVIOR AND DRUGGING DO NOT DO ANY OF THIS ITS NOT HEALTHY ⚠️

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Moth smiled thinking about what happened earlier that day they can't believe. They were really in love with Joe and they couldn't help but blush thinking about holding his hand and dancing with him. They didn't really know where they were going until they bumped into a familiar figure and heard a familiar chuckle. They would know that chuckle from anywhere " isn't it the handsome Don Flamenco" they stood up brushing off the dust that was on their jeans " and'' isn't it the beautiful Moth Fishteen " they stare at each other in the eyes for a few seconds before laughing. It took them a few minutes to stop laughing but when they did they started walking to each other and catching up.

" So how are you and Carmen?"

" oh fantastic"

" So dumb question are you free tonight?"

" what Don are you asking me on a date"

"Maybe~"

" have we gone to the little bar and grill that's new I heard the food is to die for"

" well, mister Flamenco consider it a date" they sarcastically chuckled as Don jokingly kissed their hand.

They both started laughing at each other. But there was one person that wasn't laughing. Joe was watching , his face almost looking scary. He wanted to hurt Don. He needed to hurt Don. He needed to take away precious time from his moth. Moth didn't need anyone else but him. And he would make sure that no one would ever take away the darling light of his life. He could easily kill Don right here right now with just some blunt force from his face. But like he said he couldn't get his hands dirty. But what if he made it look like it was something else. He smiled at the thought of strangling Don; the thought of it just made his heart flutter for some reason to see his light fade away. To make sure no one will get in his way of his perfect home life with his darling.

He pulled out his phone going into the alleyway and smiled calling the most useful person he knows

 " Hey Bates, can you do me some favor? Can you pick me up some gloves and a rope? No, not a thick rope, yes I will pay you back merci goodbye!" He smiled thinking about what he was going to do oh this was going to be fun and he would be in control but no one would know. He continued to watch as Don continued to flirt with moth . He started balling up his fists so hard that his knuckles were turning pure white.

He had to calm himself down he pulled out his camera and took a picture of moth watching formed in the screen smiling gently caressing the picture of moth with his finger before bringing it up to his lips and kissing it he began dreaming about having them and holding them close to his chest watching them squirm and scream it almost excited him. The idea of hurting them disgusted him but excited him. He just wanted to hold them and squeeze them; he wanted to make them his wife. He could see them being the perfect mom taking care of the children. He quickly snapped out of this fantasy having to plan out the idea he thought up to get rid of Don.

It would simply be useful to get rid of him Don is getting too comfortable with moth. And honestly mom doesn't need him that much. All they really need is him and it hurts him to think that they don't think the same way. He was a kind man, sure he was a little bit weird but he will definitely prove himself to be a Superior person. It's so sad moth can't see it but alas moth isn't the smartest and he will have to use that to his advantage. He peeked over the corner once again and watched them walk away continuing to talk and catch up. It annoys him that somehow moth saw something in him he's just a stupid little Playboy. It's annoying to say the least that they don't see the clear option right in front of them. Honestly he was just angry he loves moth more than anything and it's so sad that they can't see it.

He watched as they both took their separate ways. He only had a limited amount of time before the night time stroke and he needed to work fast so he decided to allow his friend to do the work for him. To bring him to his house and then he would get rid of the problem permanently. Again he started chuckling as he was walking back to his house he was excited for this was he a monster for thinking that this was a good idea. Maybe or maybe he was a genius and people are just too emotional. Although this idea was quite unhinged and even brutal it had to be done Don was in the way of a perfect life and deep down Joe knew he was doing it on purpose he wanted to gloat in his face. He couldn't help but get excited. He couldn't wait, he wanted to do it so bad but he knew he had to be patient. But yet he couldn't stop getting so excited. This was a fault of his once he was really excited for something he couldn't help but continue to be excited he honestly was smiling throughout the whole thing. He just needed to wait.

Bates smiled looking down at the items that he got. He wondered what his friend had in store. He knew Joe was smart but honestly he was confused why he needed rope because he didn't really know what Joe was planning but he was excited to say the least. He walked into Joe's home smiling holding the items " bestie I got the items so what are you planning on doing with them"

" you will see"

He chuckled sinisterly. It was so unlike the chuckle Bates always heard he felt scared but he decided to ignore it trying his best to help his best friend get ready " all right do you have your chloroform?" Bates' smile pulling out the Sinister concoction " I always have it on hand bestie!" Joe's smile faltered. He hated whenever he was called that " okay I need you to drug Don Flamenco and bring him over here back to his house… ok?" Bates nodded, getting up and started walking outside. He seemingly blended into the night being able to sneak around because of his cat-like abilities. He saw Donn and smiled. He always hated Don Flamenco, his girlfriend always liked him and it made him angry. He was right here and yet his girlfriend liked him for something so atrocious. Although Don was much taller than Bates he smiled quickly jumping on top of the garbage can and placing the rag over his mouth. It took a few seconds before Don completely stopped thrashing. He smiled and started dragging the body back to Don's house. It was a little bit of a struggle but he finally got there..

Joe Smiles looking down at his little concoction he had tied the Rope around the banister and made a noose and he set up a chair " please set him up" Bates looked concerned but he did as he was told, latching his legs with zip ties so he wouldn't fall yet. It took almost 40 minutes but Don was awake. It took him a few seconds to get his surroundings but then he realized something. There was a rope around his neck. Not to mention he was on the chair. He was panicking and terrified. He was looking around scared, hopefully trying not to make the chair fall. He heard a few clips and noticed that his legs felt looser. Now that his eyes had fully adjusted to the dark he saw a familiar figure and a familiar chuckle " bonjour Don"

" Joseph thank God you're here you can help me down right"

He heard a cold quiet chuckle come from Joe's mouth and he knew that chuckle.

"Non non…. I don't think I will you're quite literally competition" he started rounding Don, smiling as he was quite literally the predator in this situation and Don was the prey.

" now I know you were talking to Moth earlier today flirting, making them blush, making them laugh it makes me sick that you think that you're good enough you are quite literally scum beneath my shoe and I plan on getting rid of you"

he started leaning against the chair causing it to bend a little bit, almost making Don slip. Don quite literally had to stabilize himself before even talking. The Rope was tight around his neck and it would clearly choke him if he slipped off. He was glaring at Joe. It was hateful spiteful anger " I DON'T LIKE THEM THAT WAY JOSEPH!" Joe quite literally just chuckled, smiling at him " now that doesn't matter, I see you as competition now and I can't allow you being by them and I have to get rid of you and no one will know it's me" he smiled he was in control of the situation. He could kill him right here right now and everyone would just think it's suicide. Joe started toying with the chair.

Then there was an insane chuckle before Joe just kicked the chair underneath Don's feet and started to watch him choke to death.

" you know you would think after the pictures incident you would talk to them about me I guess you really are an idiot or moth is an idiot whatever it is I use it to my advantage"

He watched as Don Flamenco struggled to untie the Rope to hopefully get out of the situation to hopefully survive but in the end he watched as his body fell limp pulling out a note and placing it down by his feet. He smiled and walked out of the room. It was almost too perfect. Then he heard a loud grading voice " I forgot you were here Bates… we should get going we don't want to be suspicious" Bates smiled remembering how his death played out in his head it was so entertaining. Almost everything was perfect before he saw moth walk by him it was obvious that they were concerned and walking towards the house he wanted to stop them but yet he didn't he wanted to gauge his reaction to their beautiful artwork. 

He waited for a few seconds before he heard an ear piercing shriek and then loud sobs. It was music to his ears but yet it wasn't. He loved moth so much but he couldn't allow some disgusting creature to love them like he could. But yet the sounds were beautiful, it was gorgeous. He listened closely although he was a great deal away. He was close enough to hear mom call the police and then if you if they're friends that was unfortunate because he could have comforted them but he decided against it. It would just be suspicious why he was here at the right time at the right moment. But yet he walked closer only seeing a shadow as moth was on their knees crying trying to resuscitate Don.

They look so cute with mascara running down their face. It was so perfect he could just reach out there and touch them, hug them, crush them with his affection but yet he liked what he was seeing. It was just proving his point that the moth was too good for everybody around them trying to resuscitate trash.

Why are the kindest ones so easy to manipulate and control?

That was the only thought he had as he walked away from the situation everything was going perfectly he only had a few more people to get rid of to make sure no one gets in his way he can't risk anyone ruining this chance to be with them including some low lives and he will kill anyone that gets in his way of his perfect life. It doesn't matter how innocent or how sweet or how kind they truly are, they are trash compared to him. They are trash compared to them. Everyone is trash unless they are useful.

He thought back to how they looked when they were crying. They always look so beautiful no matter what and that's what was really fantastic about them. They were perfect. He was perfect.

And they would be the perfect couple together.

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