Spy x Family Stories (Majority will probably be Damianya)

Lovesick Goober (Damianya)

A/N: I thought of a scenario, and I thought it would be funny to connect it to “Trashy Love Letter” (My first fic, after the a/n).

To inform all of you: I do not condone behavior like this in real life. I only find it funny in fiction. (Depending on how far you take it.)

A certain part of this story was inspired by a scene in a nickelodeon show that I laughed my butt off at.

Age: Canon Age

⚠️Warnings:⚠️ Simp Damian, Mild (?) Stalking, Crack Taken Seriously, OOC, Presence of Minor Character (I probably won't write them well...)

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"Tell me again, why you just now regretted your decision...?" Ewen asked his boss, as they stared at the back of the pinkette's head.

All three boys quickly looked down at their desk, pretending to take notes when the pink haired girl looked in their direction.

When she turned her head back to the board, they continued their conversation.

Damian facepalmed and rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration. "A few days ago, I overheard her and Blackbell talking about the letter."

"Blackbell said it was creepy and that the sender is aware of it, since they left it anonymous." He said and cringed.

"True. But, I don't think signing it would've made the situation better. You do remember where it came from, right?" Emile asked.

"Yes! I know! You bring it up every 5 minutes!" Damian hissed at the bowl-cut boy. "I know I was being weird! That's why I have to fix it."

"Look... At lunchtime, I need one of you to keep an eye on the girls. And the other one to watch the door, while I search Forger's bag." Damian instructed.

"How are you sure, the letter would even be in there?" Ewen asked.

"A father will always be protective of their daughter. Most girls wouldn't think to leave a love letter for them, at home where their parents could find it. I'm only hoping that, Forger hides it in her bag after receiving it." Damian explained.

"Why are you so desperate to get the letter back? They don't know it's from you."

"And I never want them to find out it was from me, if it's gonna leave a bad impression. So, I have to get it back." Damian answered.

'Sorry, Sy-on boy... Papa's already doing a DNA test on it...' Anya thought to herself.

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"Any luck, boss?" Ewen asked, looking over from the door.

Damian anxiously searched every inch of the pinkette's bag. Emptying its contents, then putting them back over and over.

"No. Da**it! It's not in here!" Damian exclaimed in frustration.

He groaned and finally gave up and closed the bag. He placed it back exactly how it looked before he touched it.

Ewen looked at his boss in pity. "Hey... Maybe she keeps it in her locker? We can check there!"

"Wouldn't that be... wrong...?" Damian asked.

"You already searched her bag. I think you've passed by “wrong” already. And besides, we won't steal anything that didn't belong to you." Ewen said.

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"Hey! Stubby Legs!" Ewen called out to the girl, who was about to close her locker door, and walked towards her.