p style="line-height: 30px; font-family: Arial; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; clear: none !important; background-color: #fefefe;"{ Can I request some angst for Doffy? Like he is having a bad day and ends up yelling at his girlfriend but feels bad and makes it up to her}br style="line-height: 2em; font-family: inherit !important; color: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; clear: none !important;" / /p
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p style="line-height: 30px; font-family: Arial; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; clear: none !important; background-color: #fefefe;"strong style="line-height: 2em; font-family: inherit !important; display: inline; padding-bottom: 0.7em; padding-top: 0.7em; color: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; clear: none !important;"Author:/strong Kate/p
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p style="line-height: 30px; font-family: Arial; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; clear: none !important; background-color: #fefefe;"Doffy hated the world, more than usual. Why couldn't people just follow his orders? Was it really that hard to follow simple instructions? He didn't think so. Slamming his hand against the arm of his chair, everyone looked up. They took this as a sign to give Doflamingo some space, quickly leaving the room. But he wasn't alone, S/O had stayed behind. Looking at her boyfriend with worried filled eyes. Staring forward, his glare suddenly meets with S/O. Doflamingo was blinded by rage, "What are you looking at! See something wrong!?" he snapped, his girlfriend was use to his anger, but it ever been directed at her before. "Cause I see a lot of things wrong here! And it sure as hell ain't my fault!" S/O wondered if he was trying to pin the blame on her. She hadn't even been a part of the mess, how could it be her fault? "Well! Do you have anything to say!?" Doffy had his signature smirk on, despite the fact he was not happy. This time S/O flinched at his loud voice, feeling a mixture of anger from being blamed and despair of him yelling at her. She clenched her jaw shut and let him finish blowing off steam. He yelled about everything that happened, how it wasn't his fault so he shouldn't have to clean up the mess, how this mistake has happened twice now, and how it will never happen again. By the end of it, she was fed up and stood from where she was sitting, "You can be a real ass Doflamingo." S/O left the room and moments later her door to her room slammed shut. Doffy sighed in frustration, knowing he was in some serious trouble because his S/O called him by his full first name. After all, he had always insisted on them calling him Doffy. After he swallowed his pride, Doflamingo raised from his seat and went to S/O's room. Frowning as he stared at the door for a moment, he wasn't use to saying sorry or making up for his harsh words. Not even knocking, he went straight in, his heart ached when he saw S/O sitting on the edge of her bed crying. Swallowing hard again, Doffy began to speak, "I'm sorry." she looked up at him, hardly believing what they heard. Doflamingo, himself, had apologize to her. And it wasn't sarcastic. The tall man made his way over and took off his coat, wrapping his girlfriend in it. Before he sat next to them and held her close. This was the only way he could make things up, not sure what else to do. S/O realized that and dried her tears. She knew that it wasn't easy for Doffy to swallow his pride, even if it was for her. But it made her feel better knowing that he was at least trying, since Doflamingo is a stubborn man. So she leaned against him and looked him in the eyes, "I forgive you."/p
p style="line-height: 30px; font-family: Arial; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; clear: none !important; background-color: #fefefe;"strong style="line-height: 2em; font-family: inherit !important; display: inline; padding-bottom: 0.7em; padding-top: 0.7em; color: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; clear: none !important;"Title:/strong Only sometimes/p
p style="line-height: 30px; font-family: Arial; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; clear: none !important; background-color: #fefefe;"strong style="line-height: 2em; font-family: inherit !important; display: inline; padding-bottom: 0.7em; padding-top: 0.7em; color: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; clear: none !important;"Author:/strong Kate/p
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p style="line-height: 30px; font-family: Arial; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; clear: none !important; background-color: #fefefe;"Doffy hated the world, more than usual. Why couldn't people just follow his orders? Was it really that hard to follow simple instructions? He didn't think so. Slamming his hand against the arm of his chair, everyone looked up. They took this as a sign to give Doflamingo some space, quickly leaving the room. But he wasn't alone, S/O had stayed behind. Looking at her boyfriend with worried filled eyes. Staring forward, his glare suddenly meets with S/O. Doflamingo was blinded by rage, "What are you looking at! See something wrong!?" he snapped, his girlfriend was use to his anger, but it ever been directed at her before. "Cause I see a lot of things wrong here! And it sure as hell ain't my fault!" S/O wondered if he was trying to pin the blame on her. She hadn't even been a part of the mess, how could it be her fault? "Well! Do you have anything to say!?" Doffy had his signature smirk on, despite the fact he was not happy. This time S/O flinched at his loud voice, feeling a mixture of anger from being blamed and despair of him yelling at her. She clenched her jaw shut and let him finish blowing off steam. He yelled about everything that happened, how it wasn't his fault so he shouldn't have to clean up the mess, how this mistake has happened twice now, and how it will never happen again. By the end of it, she was fed up and stood from where she was sitting, "You can be a real ass Doflamingo." S/O left the room and moments later her door to her room slammed shut. Doffy sighed in frustration, knowing he was in some serious trouble because his S/O called him by his full first name. After all, he had always insisted on them calling him Doffy. After he swallowed his pride, Doflamingo raised from his seat and went to S/O's room. Frowning as he stared at the door for a moment, he wasn't use to saying sorry or making up for his harsh words. Not even knocking, he went straight in, his heart ached when he saw S/O sitting on the edge of her bed crying. Swallowing hard again, Doffy began to speak, "I'm sorry." she looked up at him, hardly believing what they heard. Doflamingo, himself, had apologize to her. And it wasn't sarcastic. The tall man made his way over and took off his coat, wrapping his girlfriend in it. Before he sat next to them and held her close. This was the only way he could make things up, not sure what else to do. S/O realized that and dried her tears. She knew that it wasn't easy for Doffy to swallow his pride, even if it was for her. But it made her feel better knowing that he was at least trying, since Doflamingo is a stubborn man. So she leaned against him and looked him in the eyes, "I forgive you."/p