#if you see this in your plaza PLS SHOW ME

[sirbasil]

New month new post

#splatoon post #splatoon lobby #splatoon 3 #ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS #IS YOUUUUU #surprisingly this only took me like 1 hour to draw #if you see this in your plaza PLS SHOW ME #other art tag

[cositapreciosa]

I love your narcos fic so much.i read all of them and i wanna say thank you for writing so many masterpiece and sharing with us 🙏🏻🙏🏻💖💖💖can you write some short fic about Pacho Herrera x gn/reader? pls 🥺🥺🥺

Colombian gold

Pacho Herrera x gn!reader, (nothing very bad, the usual for the show) 2512 words "you have a date? how much did you pay them?" by @novelbear

a/n : thank you !! <3333 enjoy this maybe not short fic of his

As always it's the fictional, not the real deal, enjoy xx

Tagging the narcos fam @narcolini @drabbles-mc @anunhealthydoseofangst @hausofmamadas @ashlingnarcos

Pacho doesn’t really know why he is here. Sure, maybe it is Miguel's birthday party and he was invited, maybe it might also be about the bigger picture, that Miguel fucked up with the US government, fucked up with their shipments, this event a good occasion to make sure Miguel knows who he is working for. This could be a phone call, he could have sent someone else, but why keep himself away when he could come to Mexico, enjoy the drinks, the food, your company.

He likes to think he is bigger than this, those events, the gluttony of it all, bigger than the jealousy that pierces his chest when he sees you across the pool, someone’s arm wrapped around your own. This jealousy is hot, burning through his chest in a way he has never felt before. It overpowers him, but he can only watch and clap with everyone else as fireworks boom and light up the sky. He catches eyes with Miguel a few meters away from you, he is sulking, as usual. Oh, Pacho thinks, what wouldn’t he endure to get what he really wants.

He is almost grateful when he exits the chapel. The air is refreshing, he needs a new drink, and there is an extra stride in his steps when he eventually notices you, leaning against the bar, alone. He feels it again, hot, burning, tearing him apart. The cold glass counter soothes the burn as he props himself next to you.

‘’ You have a date? ‘’ He starts. ‘’ How much did you pay him? ‘’

You turn to him. There is a pink tint to your cheeks, something glossy about your lips, a few drinks perhaps, something irresistible. Your eyes shine from the lights above you, they twinkle as you recognize him.

‘’ I don’t pay for dates, I’ll let you know. I usually turn down offers. ‘’

‘’ Hmm. ‘’

Pacho knows you don’t have to pay for them. Of course, you don’t, not when the silk covering your body fits you like a glove, not when the gold wrapped around your neck makes your skin glow.

He remembers meeting you for the first time, a few steps behind Miguel at all times. Pacho didn’t know your name back then, but he noticed your sharp thinking, the clues and pieces of puzzles you picked up that others would never have seen. You were the smart one he had quickly realized, out of the bunch, those that would only follow, monkeys.

He remembers when the lines had started to blur, when his hand would press the small of your back to direct you to your seat, to his apartment. He would call you on occasion, pretexting work, shipments, and anything in between. Pacho knew you could see through it all, the small gestures, the gifts, you had to, how could you not?

Pacho hated how the Plaza could not see your potential in the same light he would. Greed and jealousy run the world, and it certainly motivated your colleagues too. He had tried to make you see through it, how little they thought of you, how you could do so much more if you left them, joined someone else, him.

‘’ I can’t. I owe Miguel everything, you know that. ‘’

‘’ Loyalty is what will get you killed, they will betray you if they have to. ‘’

‘’ You don’t know that. ‘’

‘’ Are you willing to wait and find out? ‘’

Pacho knew you weren’t, he knew there was something in you that was meant for better, greater things.

‘’ Did Miguel tell you coming to his birthday party alone was forbidden? ‘’ He continues, digging for more information.

‘’ Well, Maria sure does tell me every day how sorry she is for me that I am single. ‘’ Your eyes squint, taking him in, ‘’ But I see that you didn’t get influenced by the backhanded comments. ‘’

‘’ Well, I thought my favourite Mexican would be single for the night, that would have fixed the problem, don’t you think? ‘’

He can see the red that colours your cheeks now, a nice blush. Your eyes burn into his with intrigue.

‘’ Chapo is indeed single. I knew you liked them short and moreno. ‘’

He laughs with you on that one, maybe, he thinks, but he does like you better. More his type, more everything, addicting.

‘’ So, ‘’ the ice inside your drink clinks as you swirl the liquid around, ‘’ What brings you to this part of the world, colombiano? ‘’

‘’ You. ‘’

He could have thought this through a little bit better and made it seem like he was coming for business anyway, that this was just such a happy coincidence, but he couldn’t, not after how you had left last time. It always started like it usually did, music, wine, deep conversations over the balcony, but it also always finished the same, accusing fingers, your clothes back in your suitcase, the betrayed look on your face when he would mention how he can’t believe you are letting them walk over you once more.

There is no point in walking around it because he knows now why you plague his mind, you have got to know too, you have to. Maybe he has had one too many drinks.

‘’ I think you know why I always come back, why I come to waste my time en ese campo with those half-assed associates of yours. ‘’

‘’ Pacho. ‘’

A warning maybe. Do not say such words it means, not now, but he can’t seem to care. At home or overseas, he is a king, untouched. He is so close to you he can see the dots of gold in your eyes better now, raise his hand and feel your forearm with the inside of his palm as you let him. He could kiss you, he thinks, right now, in front of everyone and feel no shame. It would show them, he thinks, payasos.

‘’ Don’t kiss me, ‘’ you plead, eyes glued to his, ‘’ Not here. I can’t, I- ‘’

More fireworks set off in the distance, and another whiskey is pushed toward him by the bartender, but just when he thinks that everything is okay, that this could still be your moment, even when all the noise comes back, even after everyone starts moving again in your peripheral vision, your date puts his arm around your waist.

He doesn’t like how you tense, caught off guard. There is a ringing in his ears, a call for fury, anger, of knives and guns, whatever he can get his hand on. His fingers tighten around his glass, he doesn’t know this one, whoever you decided was fit enough to join your side for a few hours, and he doesn’t care to.

‘’ I suggest you bring your business elsewhere tonight. ‘’

‘’ Pacho, please- ‘’ You pitch up, trying to stop him, the threats, the powertrip, but it is useless.

‘’ I won’t ask twice. ‘’ He continues.

Pacho knows his gun is easily visible tucked into his pants, and quick eyes up and down from your date tell him he saw it too. It does not take much for him to leave after that, after Pacho makes a show of sipping his whiskey and leaning back to display the loaded pistol. You nod to the poor man to go, freeing him from the spectacle.

‘’ Now you are just being mean. ‘’ You tsk.

Pacho’s eyes are still following the man’s back into the crowd until he is but a speck of colour in his sight.

‘’ I didn’t see you try to get him to stay either. ‘’

You bring the last sip of your drink to your mouth.

‘’ What is it Pacho, what do you want? ‘’

Your empty glass is pushed to the side as you lean toward him, your eyes serious.

‘’ And don’t say me, don’t say any other business chingaderas. I want the truth. ‘’

Pacho catches the bartender’s attention and he orders you another glass, something sweet, exactly how you like it. Too much sugar will kill you. Maybe, but I’m pretty sure smoking will get to you first. Mostly it is to kill time and take this moment to think about how to say it, if he should at all. What has been bothering him for a long time, what he knows now since the chapel. Pacho lets you take a sip first, and you let him pay without fighting for the bill.

‘’ Miguel is not being honest with me, I know he is planning something, but I am not sure why. ‘’ He clears his throat. ‘’ I’d like you to listen and, if you want, report anything concerning to me. ‘’

Your reaction is instantaneous, like you have been stung by his words, your body reacting in disbelief. He knows how hard this must be for you, as it is for him too. He loathes how political your relationship has been lately, that you are just a piece of the puzzle being tossed around between them, always trying to win, to triumph. Your laugh is dry, void of emotion.

‘’ You’ve gone insane. ‘’ You shake your head. ‘’ And here I thought for a second you liked me. ‘’

‘’ You know how I feel about you, when has it ever been a secret? ‘’

Your eyes trail off elsewhere, in the crowd, the tiger in the cage. Pacho takes a step closer, approaching again when you let him. His hand moves up, thumb touching your chin, fingers pressing on your jaw, gently bringing your gaze his way.

‘’ Only if you want. Think about it, ‘’ About everything, about what we could do together. ‘’ I won’t hold it against you if you don’t. ‘’

His thumb caresses your bottom lip, a touch for the road, a touch to remember. He smiles, softly, trying to smooth out the tension in your body.

‘’ Enjoy the party, okay? ‘’

He means it. Your tongue rolls around in your mouth, biting back words as you shake him off you. And then he leaves, simply because there is nothing else he can do, he walks to the car, drives to the hotel, home and then he waits. However long it would take.

.

One morning the phone rings, the one he keeps with him at all times, the one he reserves for your number only, no one else's. It feels heavy in his hand, burning through the skin, through his heart, he hadn’t heard from you for weeks now. It takes him a few seconds before he reacts, pressing the button and bringing the phone to his ear.

‘’ Pacho. ‘’

He hears the crackle of your voice over the receiver, flat, his name an acknowledgement, barely a hello. You had only called once after the party, mostly to yell at him, drunk and incoherent. A time when he could do nothing but listen and send a car to your house to make sure you didn’t accidentally hurt yourself. Something he still hadn’t received a thank-you card for, no apologetic phone call, just a deafening silence in return, no more late-night conversations, your side of the bed still cold.

He had thought you wouldn’t call again after that, not when you had been so angry, how you had told him that this must have been all a trick from the beginning. Like a snake, you had spit at him through the phone, trying to break the ranks, the long-earned trust.

Letting you plant doubt into my head at Miguel’s birthday was a mistake.

‘’ Are you there? ‘’

I am. He is, holding onto the satellite phone like his life depends on it.

‘’ I want you to listen very carefully, ‘’ You begin, ‘’ I’ll only say this once. ‘’

This call is moving too fast. Pacho knows this isn’t an apology, and frankly, he doesn’t expect one, but he had hoped you would have been a bit more forgiving, less strategic, less straight to the point. He hears you move around, doors closing and opening, probably at home from what has been reported to him lately.

‘’ Miguel will talk to Don Juan in Matamoros before your meeting. This is what you wanted, right? Information like this? Because this is the last time, I’m done, I’m leaving Mexico. ‘’

He feels like he has been stabbed, straight through the heart and pulled.

‘’ Why? Where are you going? ‘’

Come to me, he wants to say, I’ll fly you in, I’ll protect you.

‘’ Listen, I know you can one-up his deal. ‘’ Hair brushes against the receiver. ‘’ Miguel will know I ratted out the second he gets to your meeting, use it wisely. ‘’

‘’ Don’t hang up. Talk to me. ‘’

He calls your name through the phone, pleading, he knows how desperate his voice might sound, he knows he is. Tell me what happened, and I’ll take care of it. Pacho knows running away is your next step, hang up and disappear, leave and hide, but he won’t allow it, not when he can take you in and make sure you are safe.

In his arms forever at last.

‘’ Miguel wants Guerra to get into the cocaine business, if it works he’ll have leverage, and if the Caribbean corridor closes you’ll- ‘’

‘’ No. ‘’ He has to take a deep breath, remind himself to stay focused on the task at hand. ‘’ No, not that. What happened? ‘’

Why are you leaving? What did they do?

‘’ I- Pacho, I can’t stay on the phone much longer- ‘’

He holds the phone in a tight grip, sweaty fingers, gold rings crushing the plastic.

‘’ I am sending someone to pick you up. Don’t leave your house. ‘’

He can feel your hesitation over the phone, all the planning that would have to be thrown out the window, what it would mean to be seen by his side. This is not just business anymore to him, it hasn’t been for a long time.

‘’ I owe you that. Let me. ‘’

He had longed for this, a phone call, a letter, news of your well-being. A chance to save you, steal you away.

‘’ Okay. ‘’ You sound small, resigned. You know better than to refuse, ‘’ I’ll wait. ‘’

The second you hang up, Pacho is on the move, snapping fingers left and right, setting up cars, planes, whatever it will take to get you out. It scares him to death, the idea of you alone in Mexico, waiting for the other shoe to drop, waiting for someone to figure out something is wrong, to see if Miguel would act on it.

He has a different feeling this time, nothing hot or burning like before. It spreads through him, a searing pain. It isn’t jealousy anymore, fear perhaps.

Maybe it is, he realizes.

Letting you plant doubt into my head at Miguel’s birthday was a mistake.

Maybe it was.

#pacho herrera x reader #pacho x reader #narcos fanfiction #narcos mexico imagines #narcos mexico imagine #narcos x reader

[still-with-koo]

Ok Lo 🥹 with teary eyes I am here to discuss Vincenzo.

But I wanna read your thots first!

VINCENZO!!! yes let’s discuss!!! but first and foremost THANK YOU for recommending it. seriously i had given up mid-way thru the first ep a few months ago but no one can deny you have the best taste 😘😘

I LOVED IT!!! it’s actually now in my top 5 of all time. i binged the hell out of it, it was that good. (i even stayed up nights watching 😭)

(the rest under the cut with spoilers)

i think the standout for me was song joongki, mostly bc of how adorable he is 🥺 i wanted to squish his cheeks (and other things 🥴) and him and hanseo???! the softness! the lil face slaps! him finding hanseo cute! 🥺 and kwak dongyeon was perfection. i cant remember the last time i saw a redemption arc that massive 😳 oh, actually the only one i can think of to compare it to is steve from stranger things. he went from being kinda annoying to one of my absolute favourite characters. the fact that he tried to fit in with the trio was so adorable, i couldn’t stop saying ‘cute, aww cute’ pretty much everytime he came on screen after he switched to vincenzo’s side. remember when they quizzed him 🥺 he studied. he actually studied. pls he just wanted a head pat and someone to tell him he was doing a good job :((( he was actually such a sweetie pie, imagine if he didnt have the devil incarnate as a brother, he would have turned out so well. vincenzo was the brother he deserved 💔 and i just, i can’t get over how things ended for him (wait no they didn’t end, he’s definitely coming back in season 2!!) tbh i was actually pretty mad at vincenzo for not stepping in and doing something, anything, to stop what happened. to save him. 💔 he’s such a skilled fighter, i feel like he could have jumped in and maybe avoided… i can’t even say it 😭

ok, but on a happier note, vincenzo’s relationship with chayoung was also super adorable, that slow burn was everything! EVERYTHING!! their 10 second hug? her smacking him? 🤣

(he’s so attractive 😭😭)

and chayoung was such a badass character, i wish i could be that brave and assertive. and man oh man, she is so strong! the way things ended with her dad, that scene was heartbreaking :(((

ok switching back to happy, can we talk about the male on male affection in this show?? i never get to see it and it’s just so disappointing bc yes! pls hug each other! kiss each other! tell each other you admire the other! it’s healthy! it’s freeing! i’m such a sucker for tiny displays of affection, and his interactions with everyone had me clutching my blanket on the verge of tears. ugh every single person in this kdrama was adorable. the intelligence agent especially, his awestruck admiration for vincenzo had me both soft and cackling ���

(pls he’s so funny 🤣 also, perfect timing??)

but all the geumga plaza ppl were surprisingly cute with really interesting back stories. it’s funny, i was thinking to myself how weird it was that all of them had some special talent and then they said the same thing seconds later 🤣

the estranged mother side story was also heartbreaking. i wish they had more time together and that he could have called her mom, but i understand him and why he couldn’t say anything. at least they both knew it before she died, and i’m so grateful chayoung was there to bring them together 🥺💕 the scene where she hugged him, i bawled. and when she was talking about him as he was bawling. and then again when he read her letter 😭

ok last but not least, taecyeon!! i can’t believe i didn’t recognize him??! but he did such an amazing job. and the plot twist was perfection, i was in shock and that hardly ever happens for me (my stupid brain always anticipates plotlines 😭😭) i went from finding him adorable to being in love to hating him resolutely to feeling really sorry for him all in the span of a few eps. although i can never forgive him for how he treated hanseo 😔

but he is an incredible actor! and the writers are also amazing. choi myunghee also did a fantastic job! i hated her but i guess i was supposed to 🤣 oh! that scene when vincenzo came to their hq and shot his mother’s killer gave me goosebumps, it was so well done 👏

i rambled on here oops… but there was sooo much to talk about! there’s a lot more but i should stop here haha. who were your favourite characters?! favourite moments?!

#i could seriously go on and on 😂 #this show had everything! #it was just perfect without being overdone #i usually dislike law shows bc the inaccuracies annoy me but they did a pretty good job - even if the retrial was too much of a reach) #ok i’ll stop now 😩 #but tell me everything! i want to hear it all! #kie <3 #my favourite doom #vincenzo

[brittlecakes92]

Ok you know what else is sexy? When I’m playing the game and he gets all bloody. Especially when you do his Fatal Blow and he’s got blood over his face. I just fuckin-

Yesssssssssss!!! Bear with me, we die like men with a quick snippet.

He had just returned, leading the troops back into the center of the plaza. He stood to General Shaos left. Dried blood stained his armour, face, and chest. Fresh blood claimed his knuckles, and you couldn’t help the need to have him.

weaving through the crowd that greeted their loved ones, General Shao approaching the empress to give details of their latest feats, you watched as Reiko swept the crowd, his eyes squint in confusion, he knew he saw you, his question of where you went stopped short in his mind when he felt your hand grasp onto his waste, your other hand worker lower towards the well endowed member that lay in his pants.

“I need you to come with me.. right.. now.” Your tone was low, and lust ridden, a fact that didn’t go unoticed with the ever growing smirk present of his lips. You were pulling him backwards to where the lower section of the hanging gardens waited. No one would bother walking about with the return of Outworlds finest.

Reikos head fell back, his legs splayed, his forearm rested against the tree in front of him while his free hand fisted your hair roughly, pushing your greedy throat further down his thick shaft. You dared to glance up at him between your lashes, a low growl escapes him at the present smirk on your face. He jerks your head back harshly off of him before holding your head steady.

“open.” It’s a command you willingly gave into, your pretty lips parting and your tongue sticking out of your mouth. A sneer covers his lips, you could see his cheeks twitch before he is leaning forward, his lips puckered together before his cool spit hits your tongue.

“swallow it, slut.” And who were you to disobey, you swallowed it before making a show of your clean tongue, he was quick to place his aching cock back into your mouth, his pace brutal as he fucked your throat.

The sight of him covered in blood, sweat, and dirt did things to you, turned you feral. To know what he did, to see, what he did, made you want to please him for his work, to give him the reward he deserved every time for keeping Outworld safe.

your hands come up to fondle his tightening balls, your eyes locked on his, listening to ever low groan and growl you pulled from his gritted teeth. Helps chest heaved as his pace quickened.

“If I see one drop wasted, there will be punishment.” Your eyes lit up at what he would dish out, you wanted to take any he would give you, but you wanted to please him and give him a moment. Opting on being more mischievous later on in the evening, your heart thrummed in your chest as you waited for his warm release,

he groaned before he was holding your head in place, his hips stilling as his thighs jerked, you felt each spurt hit your throat and you focused on maintaining eye contact and swallowing. When he was finished you made sure to suck on his tip as he tried to pull out of your mouth. He shuddered before leaving the vice grip that was your lips.

you swished around his essence in your mouth, sticking your tongue out to show him before savoring each drop as it went down your throat, your tongue coming out pink and clean. Reikos fingers clutched around your cheeks before he was pulling you to stand, his lips smashing into yours, bitting your bottom lip when you pulled back, refusing to let go until he tasted the copper on his tongue. You stared at each other, while you both worked on coming to your senses.

“Reiko… you need a bath, before I fuck your brains out well into tomorrow evening.” Your pussy throbbed between your legs and the chuckle that left his lips did nothing to help the ache. “It sounds as if I get a better reward covered in the remains of those weak enough to fall before me.”

——

you get what I’m saying. There is something so primal about it. Plus knowing he did it with his fists, no magic, no weapons, just his sheer strength is enough to ruin plenty of panties.

I would deplete that man of everything, we would not leave any type of chambers anytime soon.

plus what better reward is there then having your lovers lips wrapped in a tight grip around your cock for keeping Outworld safe. If he didn’t murder for the thrill of it, knowing this is what waited for him when he returned home is more than enough to push him to go hard.

welcome home Reiko, my mouth awaits. 😂😂😭

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat reiko #mk reiko x reader

[silkythewriter]

Match up for FNAF Security Breach & Hazbin Hotel pls? I'm a straight female. I'm shy, timid, quiet & polite to strangers. With people I'm comfortable with, I'm loud, outgoing, playful, mature, responsible, motherly(to naughty friends), childlike(to mature friends/family) and sarcastic (unintentionally). I'm kinda tomboyish as I wear over-sized t-shirts, baggy pants, sneakers but don't play sports or video games. I'm kinda perverted which contrasts my innocent & baby face. I keep it to myself though. I'm a slow learner, not smart, not strong, and not talented. I'm pretty dense, straightforward and naive too. I get confused or misunderstand what people mean easily so it's best if you tell me straight to my face so I can't be mistaken. I'm also touch starved as I love giving & receiving affection but I only can hug one person and even then, I do my best to not overdo it. I'm a hopeless romantic, sensitive, & overthink often. I work as hard as I can & try my best & be careful as I can to everything I do, as I'm pretty clumsy & makes mistakes more often than most people. I try to help my family and friends as they've helped me & cared for me dearly. I don't believe in compliments I get occasionally or why my family & friends care for me because I don't see good things in myself only bad things. My hobbies are drawing, reading manga, fanfics, and watching anime, movies, & cartoons. Please & thank you!

Summary: match up with hazbin hotel and FNAF (security breach)!

Small warning!: This is my first time doing this so wish me luck! I’m not the best at judging who goes with who so hopefully I do decently!

Small note!:I am so so so so sorry if you don’t get the characters that you wanted, if you didn’t you can always try again with more details of your self but I’m not sure what else you’ll add considering how good you were adding details!

Fandom!: Hazbin hotel and Fnaf(security breach)!

Daily song suggestion!:

Fnaf(security breach):rockstar Freddy!

He most likely fell for you quickly after meeting you, give him about 2 months ☠️

The thing that he feel for the most is how polite you are to people you don’t know, but with a flip of dime your laughing and playful with people you know.Sometimes he can be a bit energetic, but energetic in the way he talks a lot, he finds it easy to understand your feelings of him by your body language and how you interact with him, he’s seen how fun you are with your friends, or polite to the other workers in the plaza. So he tries his hardest to make you feel comfortable with him! After all he doesn’t wanna make you uncomfortable

A hopeless romantic like you honestly, I think that’s why guys clash so perfectly, sometimes the other animatronics roll their eyes at your guys almost too good relationship

This man is honestly just absolutely obsessed and in love with you because of how caring you can be and also how much you help others after they’ve helped you!, it just warms his heart to the point of melting, I swear sometimes the rest can swear they can see hearts In his eyes while around you

Sometimes if he’s lucky he’ll go to the lost and found and find some backpacks filled with books or mangas he almost ALWAYS bring them to you cause he loves seeing your face light up when he finds a good one you enjoy!!

He loves how hard you’ve worked to get to where you are, no matter where you are he’s just proud of you for trying!<3. And he’ll make sure to show it when possible even if you don’t believe it he’ll keep rea forcing it till you do and trust me this man will do it for as long as he needs to so be prepared for the constant reassurance

HE ABSOLUTELY LOVES Giving you bear hugs and any physical affection as that is his main way of show affection other then words, but he respects any boundaries you set and please do tell him when he’s overdoing it cause trust me he doesn’t mean it he just honestly loves you a lot!

Weekly movie nights with you and him or the other animatronics as well as Gregory! You guys watch any genre, but half of the time Freddy insists on watching only your favorites cause anything you like he almost 99% likes as well!

Always has some of his fan mercy shirts and items for you!! And always makes sure it double your size so you can be comfortable! He knows over you love over size shirts so he makes sure to keep some for you! They probably aren’t your style but it’s the thought that counts ┐(‘～`；)┌

Is absolutely in love with your adorable face!! Sometimes it might weird you out when he just stares at your face randomly without saying anything, please forgive him he honestly just can’t take in how lucky he is to have you 😭😭😭

Extra for you cause you deserve it!: he loves seeing you interact with his friends or anyone for a matter of fact cause he just loves watching how much of a lovely person you are, this man is madly in love with you so I wish you luck 💀

Hazbin hotel: Husk!

Un like Freddy it took him a long while for him to fall in love, he isn’t all for the love and hearts due to (probably and in my own opinion) having trust issues after he was alive cause of many things he went through so you’ll have to be patient with him :(. Trust me it worth the while!

Your guy’s personality most definitely crash into each other due to all the differences, but you know that saying opposite sides attract each other? Yea that’s you guys in a nut shell basically, you guys are like magnets in your own special way (⌯˃̶᷄ ﹏ ˂̶᷄⌯)ﾟ

He gets a bit confused when he sees how caring you are to your friends and family and gets very confused when you start doing it to him, he’s not use to this type of treatment honestly, he doesn’t hate or anything but needs some time to get use to it and warm up to it but get ready for some sass when you do try it’s just a cover trust me and it’ll start to melt away with time

Sense your kind of a tomboy he’ll let you wear some of his old shirts or anything like that, but If someone points it out he’ll get flustered and embarrassed and tries just cursing them till the shut their mouths

More sarcastic then you and people honestly laugh at how much you guys make sarcastic comments to each other back and forth

Due to your baby face, people usually think your innocent and are absolutely flabbergasted when they find out your with him, but he honestly finds it humorous how people think your that innocent oh how wrong the are honestly-

He gets honestly pretty jealous at how the staff like you cause of how fun you can be around, he’s just jealous at how nice you can be to other people he knows it’s stupid and selfish but he honestly couldn’t care and just gives everyone you interact with the stink eye

He’s lazy anyway so he doesn’t mind lazying around the couch and watching anime or movies with you, he does end up sleeping half of the way though so expect some snoring 💀

If you have a drawing or sketch book he’d most likely steal it while your not looking and flip through the pages, most of the time he ends up keeping it and lies about not knowing where it is/ he just honestly loves whatever you do but don’t except him to say it out loud

He tries to be the best he can for you but at the same time worries about trusting you sometimes, so if you can be patient with him it’ll pay off soon! <3

Extra!: he loves wrapping his wing around you while you guys are sleeping/cuddling but he makes sure your passed out cold before hand so he doesn’t have to worry about you seeing it ♡(ᐤˊ꒳ˋᐤ)

HELLO MY FABULOUS FOLLOWERS!!! I’ll be writing from my phone from now on till I get a new I pad! ♡ฅ(ᐤˊ꒳ฅˋᐤ) I’m just happy I can write at all anyway see you soon it’ll get back to writing!

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[yearningandpatheticaboutit]

SPEAK FOR YOURSELF

CHAPTER 1: TALES OF A DARK PARKING LOT

warnings: drugs mention, cursing, suicide mention

next chapter

word count: 4001

PSA: ALL CHARACTERS ARE VERY FLAWED PEOPLE SO PLS DONT USE THEM AS ROLE MODELS, ALSO THIS IS IN NO WAY THE WAY I ACTUALLY SEE SAN OR ANY OF THE OTHER MEMBERS, I love these men and this is for entertainment purposes only. i just wanted to bring my fake scenarios to life ok byeeee

***

YAERA'S POV:

"Come straight home after school, there's someone who wants to see you."

I'm not even allowed to get a word in before my parents car speeds off. It's six sharp in the morning, the sun isn't even up yet and I'm stuck at the school gate waiting for security to show and open up. I'm the first person at school, always.

My head is pounding because I haven't eaten yet, that and I haven't had my dose of nicotine for the day. There's a plaza not too far from school so I decide to take a slow stride.

Its creepy to say the least. Even in one of the wealthiest parts of town, never underestimate how uncomfortable townspeople staring can make you feel. Especially at six in the morning, they look like zombies.

The dark parking lot of the plaza looks like the perfect place for a murder. I immediately start walking faster as the eerie silence starts creeping up on me. I get to an Indian shopkeeper, and he gives me a wary look as he sees my black blazer and uniform.

"A pack of Marlboro Gold, please." I say and slide over an extra twenty so he won't judge me for smoking in my school uniform. He takes the money, yet his judgmental look doesn't pass.

"Do your parents know you smoke?" He questions. I fail to resist rolling my eyes.

"I'm eighteen years old. It says eighteen on the pack, right?" I retort. "What? Do you want to see some ID?"

He curses under his breath. Something about kids having no respect nowadays. I find that adults are fond of saying shit like that when they know they've got no right to be in your business, but they want to make you feel guilty regardless.

He gives me the cigarettes and I leave the quiet and mostly empty mall. Aside from the workers and like maybe three other people, I'm the only one around.

I light one up before I get outside, letting the ghostly white smoke escape my nostrils slowly like I'm a dragon. I see the sun starting to rise, the shadows in the parking lot growing larger. I pause in my tracks and retreat behind a bend when I see the frames of two men.

Crap. I look back again, they're talking. I squint my eyes to get a closer look and notice they're wearing the black blazer too. I nervously take a drag from my cigarette, why are students here now of all times? Usually I'm the first one at school ever.

I have to show up before anyone else gets there, thanks to my annoying parents who still drop me off even though I'm almost out of school. I guess I can't blame them completely, they are paranoid. And I'm not the best kid.

But whatever, I need to avoid anyone from that cursed place. People from my school are generally awful and will ruin your life for no apparent reason if you look pathetic enough. Luckily I'm basically a ghost, and my era of being noticed by people was over. Except for concerned teachers and the occassional creep.

I try to catch sight of who exactly are in the parking lot. The faint light from the sunrise allows me to recognize the one guy. He's a regular popular guy at our school. Ash blonde hair and intimidating eyes. Also heavy party guy and massive asshole. The one and only Kang Yeosang.

The guy with him is who really catches my attention. His broad back is the first thing I really notice and how well it sits in his blazer. Then I notice his sharp black eyes that are glaring directly at Yeosang.

There's no way I've seen him before. I would never forget his face if I did, especially because its the most beautiful fucking thing I've ever seen.

My hormonal levels spike through the roof.

He has a scowl on his face, and his cheekbones to die for. His skin glows as faint pale rays of sunlight dances on it, the soft gold tint mesmerizing to the eyes.

The way his blazer hugs him is sinful, like he's royalty. His hair is tousled and black, glossy like fur. His eyes are squinted in annoyance, and his glare is the sexiest thing I have ever seen.

I want him to look at me like that. No. Geez Yae, get a grip.

I watch the two of them argue, eventually  Yeosang hands the hot one some cash in exchange for something else. I sigh, kind of disappointed. This is what I think it is.

I pull out my phone and start to film. After the year I've had, I think it's in my best interests. Kang Yeosang is a fucking asshole, that's all I'll say about that.

Yeosang presses something to his nose and smells, moaning out like some anime girl after. He leaves when he's done, leaving his mysterious friend all alone. I watch something fall as he attempts to drop it in his blazer pocket, only to miss. Holy shit.

I wait till he leaves the parking lot before putting my phone away and breaking into a run for what fell. I glance around and shiver, the cold air of autumn hitting my bare legs. I pull down the hem of my plaid skirt as I bend to pick the packet of pills up.

Ugh. You are so hot, why do you have to be a drug dealer? Can't you just be a rich, alcoholic bastard like the rest of the men at this school?

Well, that's too bad really. He was smart to not do it at school, I'll give him that. It's just a pity the wrong person happened to see it.

I smile at the packet of packet of pink pills and shove them into my blazer pocket, placing my cigarette between my lips as I stroll back to school.

****

I feel the warmth of drool on the side of my cheek and a sudden zap on my forehead makes me shoot up in my seat. I open my eyes, feeling groggy and irritable. My forehead is zinging for some reason and I see my biology teacher standing over my desk.

Oh.

"Sleeping in my class again, Miss Marino," Mrs Evans says to me with a headshake filled with disappointment. "Please see me after class."

Not this again. I groan and fight the urge  to put my head back down. Mrs Evans goes to the front and suddenly the board that, last time I checked was meant to be empty, is now filled to the last corner with notes.

I look down at my empty page filled with drool, realizing the only thing I wrote was the date. I make the move to write down the heading, and just as I get the first letter down, the bell rings.

Well, that's unfortunate.

I grab my bag and quickly try to sneak out. "Not so close, Marino!"

I freeze in my shoes and sigh. I was so close.

I trudge back to Mrs Evans desk, already dried up like a bone on the inside after that very suffocating nap. I feel like I don't even know where I am, my hands are trembling inside my blazer pockets and all I can picture is a cigarette where her head is.

Her eyes are bland with disappointment and she sighs when I look at her. "How long is this going to go on for, Miss Marino?" she asks me.

"What?" I ask dryly. She called me and now she's being weirdly cryptic. I hate the guessing and pronoun game.

"This behaviour of yours," she says as if its obvious. "Sleeping in class. Doing the bare minimum for all your work. Are you aware that you're a senior now? Your work ethic won't slide in university."

"I'm not going to university," I say with a shrug. "There, you don't have to worry about me now."

She frowns as if offended. "At the rate you're going, you might not even graduate. You can't keep doing the bare minimum, Yaera. You are failing. And you already dropped AP Chem so you have to pass AP Bio or you will not survive this year."

I don't answer her. I don't know what she expects me to say. I'm slightly embarrassed, but I know I brought this on myself when I don't care about her subject at all.

"Do you want to know what you got for your last test?" She pushes further, desperate for a response from me. "Thirty percent. You dropped from fifty to that. Now I let your low marks slide before because I knew what your family was going through, but you really have to pull your socks up."

I sigh and clench my fist, looking out of the window in annoyance. I hate school, I hate that I actually have to care about someone's muscles and plants and arteies and evolution when I just want to pass out in a corner somewhere.

My life is like this. I'm just existing, and I'd prefer if it stayed that way. I'm numb most days, I feel a little something when I smoke, but it passes like everything else.

"So what do you want me to do then?" I question lamely. Mrs Evans peers over my shoulder and whistles.

"San!" She calls and beckons.

I turn around at the name, my legs suddenly feeling wobbly. It's him, Mr Drugdealer from this morning. He's in my biology class? Maybe I should actually start staying awake more often, because he's stunning up close.

It feels like my breath was stolen from me. Stunning is too stingy to describe him. He has natural black bed hair, his eyes like two pools of pretty darkness. This man could ruin my life. My emotions just got electrocuted.

He looks confused as he walks up to the desk. I blink dumbly and entirely forget the situation at hand as I stare hopelesly at him.

"Yes, ma'am?" He asks and slings the strap of his bag over his shoulder. His hair jiggles at the little movements he makes, moving like leaves fluttering in a breeze.

Auavsiagsishsisgsisgsishsjs.

"I need you to tutor, Miss Marino," Mrs Evans says, making him turn to me questioningly. I feel my skin pricking. I want to vanish, he knows I'm fucking stupid now.

"Uh... excuse me?" He slowly says.

"She is not putting in the effort she should so I want you to rub off your studious methods on her. Try to motivate her to be a good student," Mrs Evans says, making us both narrow our eyes.

"Don't look at me like that," she tells me specifically. "San has the best grades in this class and the fourth best in the grade. If there's anyone you can learn from, it's him. You wouldn't mind, right?"

San's eyes rake me up and down, making me want to dissolve into a puddle. He's not even subtle about it, his dark eyes are completely and utterly judging me, making me feel like nothing and like everything at the same time. I am so... so very pathetic.

"Do I get extra credit for this?" He asks.

Mrs Evans starts to hesitate. "Uh... well... no. But it is very important to help a classmate in need—"

"I'll pay you to tutor me," I blurt, trying to hold my hungry staring.

San's eyes narrow in on me with disinterest. I feel my bloodflow hitting a block. He turns back to Mrs Evans and shakes his head.

"No, sorry ma'am," he says with a curt nod, not sparing me another glance and drifting out the door.

What an asshole, no explanation whatsoever. I feel the sudden urge to know literally everything about him.

But then I get reminded of the fact that he's a drugdealer. And I'm being extremely delusional.

Mrs Evans stares blankly at the door and lets out a heavy sigh. "Well, it looks like I'm going to have to assign you someone else."

"Don't worry about it, ma'am," I say just because I want to get out of class. "I'll change my ways."

It's a lie not Mrs Evans obviously doesn't believe. It's clear I did not care about this subject and only took it because it came as a part of my package. But whatever she wants to say is lost to the walls because I slip out the door as quick as I can.

***

His name is San. Choi San. And he is in my history class too.

Again a class where I've never noticed him. This is the one class where I pay attention and it doesn't hurt to do it. My second favourite subject is geography, but it isn't as captivating as history. Though together they're two beautiful people kissing passionately.

San sits at the back of the class, like me. He's leaned back into his chair, his neck looking sinful as he lays his head against the wall. Mr Grüne is talking about the Attack on the Korean Vessel in 2011 by Somali pirates in the Arabian gulf. For the life of me, I can't pay attention, because I'm watching him.

I feel so annoyed and conflicted.

Why is he a drug dealer? Fuck, I haven't been more disappointed in anything until now. I am actually so attracted to him, and it isn't going away. Usually I didn't feel that sort of thing for the men at this school, I promised myself I'd stay away from them after all that happened.

My stomach is a mess and my heart beats erratically just looking at him. Deranged thoughts occupy and blur my cognitive functions.

I'm not being myself. I know this. The real Yaera would think how I could benefit from the information I have at my disposal. Lots of thoughts cross my mind. I smile suddenly as an idea dawns on me.

He sighs, annoyed about something. His eyes are actually so dark and intimidating. He's bad news, I can feel it. Yet I can't wait to know him.

My palms are sweating and I don't even notice. I wipe them on my skirt, accidently pulling the already short fabric up too high. I look up to see if anyone noticed, but no one did, no one besides

San.

He looks at me deeply, his eyes trailing up my legs and eventually finding mine. I suck in an invisible breath as my body betrays me. I am so weak. I look away from his penetrative stare, clench my legs and stare ahead at Mr Grüne. The bell rings and I realize I have done nothing but worsen my hormones in this class.

San grabs his bag and slings it over his shoulder lazily, before giving me one last undefined look and trudging out of the classroom. I gather up all my shit and shove it into my bag, zipping through people to get to him.

He won't get away this time.

***

I follow him through a crowd and not once does this boy turn his back, he bulldozes through everyone in a way that makes it obvious of his place around here. He ducks into a part of the school no one dares to go to. Seriously, the abandoned stairwell?

Our school is so old, built in the 1800s to be exact. There's this old story of a teacher and a student who were screwing each other's brains out, and well, when they were caught, the teacher couldn't handle her shame so she threw herself down the stairs and killed herself.

That stairwell is rumored to be haunted, and due to its tragic background, the school simply doesn't use it anymore. No one did. Now Choi San is on his way down there. He just keeps becoming more and more of a red flag.

I head down his path, eventually finding him sitting on the corner between two staircases, light from the spherical window above falling on his beautiful face. He's eating lunch and doesn't see me until I shift in my tracks.

"You shouldn't hang out here, you know," I say casually, trying to hide how intimidated I am. "It's haunted. And random prefects always roam here to get smokers in trouble."

His eyes are shocked for a second, then they go bored and expectant. "Do I know you?" He asks bluntly. I suck in a large breath, trying to keep myself composed. This asshole literally met me this morning.

I thought I knew what I was doing by coming here. Turns out I don't. I stare at him blankly for a few seconds, and I see his jaw clench.

"Well?" He insists in irritation.

Against my better judgement, I pull out the pack of pills and toss it right at him. His reflexes are sharp and he catches them almost superhumanly. His face falls and he stares completely lost.

"How did you-" he catches himself, then stands up from his seat. He moves toward me and my eyes widen, my heart rate quickening. Oh lord he was coming close to me.

"How much did you see?" He asks in a deep whisper that makes me want to crumble. I struggle to hold his gaze without looking somewhere else every five seconds. Intimidation lines his face, somehow scaring and arousing me at the same time.

He narrows his eyes at me when I stay quiet. Shit, I keep zoning out on his face.

"Enough," I curtly say, matching up to his solid, hard gaze.

He curses under his breath and reaches into his blazer, pulling out a wad of cash, flashing it at me. "How much is it gonna take for you to keep it shut?"

I smile. He's trying to bribe me. Not a smart move.

"Bold of you to assume I want your bribes." I drawl.

His jaw clenches in annoyance and he steps forward. My breath hitches in my throat. He's in my space. Just inches away from my face.

"Well if you don't want my bribes, what do you want?"

Something stronger, more long lasting than one single bribe. I'm even tempted to say I want him. But I'm not crazy, not that crazy anyway.

I open my mouth to speak when suddenly a harsh whistle sounds through the air. I jump in my skin and look up to see a prefect heading our way. Fucks sake we were screwed. San quickly shoves the pills in his blazer and cools like a cucumber.

I recognize the prefect as Choi Jongho, an asshole who hated me for no reason other than the fact that I existed. I had just landed a jet into lava.

"Yaera Marino," Jongho hums as he stolls around us. He has his signature pastel blue notepad in his arm and opens it up. "The abandoned stairwell huh. Never realized fratenizing here held some sort of appeal."

"We weren't doing anything," I try to say, but by the look in his eyes I already knew it was futile fighting.

"Please. He was practically sucking your face in," he deadpans, then looks at San who only stares at him. "Do yourself a favour and stay away from trash, yeah? Let this be a lesson."

"You're so touch-starved it's embarrassing," I dryly say. "You see two people breathing the same air and that's fraternizing? Get a life you fucking weirdo. Being a prefect isn't gonna help with those college applications."

"Oh it will," Jongho retorts, then picks at my hair. He pulls a red strand, making ne wince and glare. "Last time I checked, Headmaster gave you a week to dye your hair back to black. I wonder if he'll give you additional hours for not listening. Well, time to find out."

He flashes me a smile before twirling and leaving. I sigh, knowing whatever I wanted to know about San was now sent to Hell.

"What the fuck just happened?" San demands from me.

"That was a prefect. I don't know how long you've been here, but they're the cops. And technically...we've been caught out."

"Caught out doing what?"

"We'll find out when he gets to Headmaster with that notepad." I snort, to which he groans.

"This is literally your fault. I don't even know you. Now I'm in trouble?" He snaps.

I roll my eyes. "It's only detention. Would you rather be in jail for distributing drugs?"

San suddenly pushes me into the wall, putting a hand over my mouth. I stare at him in disbelief, but my mind goes dizzy from how his body feels pressed against mine.

"Keep your mouth shut," he hisses at me. "Are you trying to screw me over? What is it you want?"

I lick the inside of his hand abruptly, making him bounce away from me in disgust. I smirk at his angry and exasperated face. It looks like he's going to combust.

"What I want... well you'll know when I decide to tell you," I say. His jaw clenches as my smirk grows. "I'll see you in detention, Choi San."

***

"Hey mom? I have detention today so I can't do the thing you wanted."

I stare at the note in my hands that just came from Headmasters office. It was broadcasted to all my teachers and security guards so I'd be held captive by the time my last class rolled around. Staying in this place till seven would be a good way to pass time with a nap.

"What?" My mother hisses. "You did this on purpose, didn't you? What did you do this time?"

I sigh and prepare for the onslaught. "It was a misunderstanding but Mr Corbin wouldn't list-"

"Everyone has been waiting to meet you and this is what you do. Your father and I will deal with you when you get home, just know that Yasmine would have never done this to us. You only care about yourself!"

Her outburst concludes with the sound of the dial tone, leaving me standing hopelessly after she hangs up. I bite the inside of my cheek, already wanting to toss myself onto a railway thinking of what home would be like when I got there.

My mother and father loves free will. They think individuality is a good thing for business, but it only really applies in that instance. Don't you dare think for yourself or have your own dreams though, that's a war crime.

My sister was a model for my parents company, who dabbled in fashion and whatever the fuck more. She was normally the one attending these meetings, because she was the star. Now that she's gone, that burden falls on no one other than me.

It's not like I benefit from it at all. Being blessed with good looks isn't a blessing at all in this case, especially when your parents make you do uncomfortable things and then bag all of the money you make.

It doesn't matter how much I fuck up. How much I act out on set, or how much I try to fuck up my appearance. They won't leave me alone. They won't leave me in peace. One suicide attempt later and I'm still taking off my clothes for fashion shoots and magazines. I fucking hate it here.

This is why I'd rather run away. I'd rather be anywhere than this town. I'd destroy my last name if I could. Sometimes I thought my sister went missing on purpose, and I hoped she was safe somewhere away from here. But then her body was found, and the rest is history.

I think back to the thick bills San offered me earlier. That alone looked like it would buy me a bus ticket out of town. But I don't need a bus ticket, I need a plane out of here.

The bell rings and I sigh and trudge back to my final class, which I'd share with Choi San himself.

#ateez imagines #ateez angst #ateez fanfic #ateez scenarios #choi san #choi san fluff #choi san angst #san fluff #san angst

[panjakes]

Wife?!

Parings:VincenzoxBlackreader

Summary: Vincenzo gets a very very unexpected visitor at the plaza

I had touched down in Korea. I looked at the directions on my phone before sighing. My Korean wasn’t that good but it wasn’t awful

I pull over a taxi and show him my phone

“Can you take me here?” I ask kind of butchering my words. He didn’t say anything he just stared at me

“Sir! Can you please take me here” I ask snapping him out whatever trance he was in

“Uh yeah sure sure get in” he says

“Thank you” I tell him getting into the back seat

“So what are you doing in Korea?” He asks. It took me a moment but I answered

“Looking for my husband” I say shrugging

“Husband? Where is he did he run away? I’d never run away from a beautiful woman such as your self” he says smiling at me through the rearview mirror

“No. He’s down here on business” I say not wanting to give out all my business

Through out the whole ride this man just asked me questions about myself. I answered but I didn’t disclose to much information.

“Well we’re here Ms!!” He says stopping in front of some plaza. Now I’m confused

“Thank you” I say getting out the car

“Hey Ms. ever need a ride? Call me” the man says winking handing me a card

“Uh yeah thanks” I say taking it and throwing it to the side once he drives off

-pov change-

As me and chaeyoung were going over some things the doors to firm opens and in walks damn near everybody

“Uh Mr.Cassano” Mr.Tak says

“Yes Mr.Tak” I respond

“Uh there’s this woman claiming to be your wife looking for you” he says

“Wife?” Chaeyoung and Mr.Nam Says

My eyes go wide. No way Yn is here. In Korea.

“Where is she?” I asks

“Move get out my way! Where is he? Where is Vincenzo?”

I look at the door seeing a figure pushing through all the nosey people in the plaza. My eyes go wide again as Yn stood in front of me.

“Yn?” I asks

“Where the hell have YOU been!?” She asks

“I was-“ I start but she cuts me off

“You’ve been in the hospital and I had to hear all this from Luca!” She says getting closer to me

I look down at long smooth dark long legs. I take in her whole outfit and smirked a bit. She was always dressed up and that’s one of the reasons why I love her. She knew how to dress when it came down to it.

I stand up from my seat grabbing her shoulders

“Honey I’m sorry I didn’t think I’d be here this long” I say in Italian

“Did you really? So why’s all your stuff gone from the house? We’re you trying to get away from me?” She responds back in Italian

“No Mio Angelo!(my angel) I could never! I was coming back to get you I promise” I say

“When Vincenzo? It’s been months!” She says sighing. She looks around the room and spots Chaeyoung. She looks at her and frown

“Baby I’m taking care of business” I say

“Hey! What are they saying?” Chaeyoung asks Toto

“And who is she?! Is she the reason you haven’t been back! Your cheating on me!?” She asks me. I sigh shaking my head

I reach out cupping her face with my hands

“I could never cheat on my lovely wife. Why would I cheat on you when I love you. I love everything about you I could never throw away what we have” I say kissing her nose

I slowly explain to her what’s going on. She looks at Chaeyoung and gives her a sad smile before apologizing in Italian

“She says she’s sorry” I say

Chaeyoung nods her head and offers a smile

“I’m sorry for causing a scene but when I came back from seeing my parents you were gone.” Yn says shrugging

“I know and I’m sorry baby. I should have sent a plane to Nigeria so you could be with me” I say rubbing my thumb across her soft chubby cheeks

She smiles up at me before taking my hand and squeezing it…veeery tight. I whined in slight pain. Yn was strong very strong.

“You ever up and leave like that again I will hurt you and divorce you and I know you don’t want that” she says still smiling at me as I sink to the ground

“Nope! Not at all” I say grunting

“Great! Now get up and introduce me to your friends” she says in Korean

“Uh these are people who work in the plaza” I say pointing at them and they shake hands and introduce themselves one by one

“Oh your a dancer!! We’re going to be great friends” Yn says to Larry who offers her a smile

“Uh that’s would be great and I’m not trying to be rude but…who are you?” Her asks

“Oh my apologies to you all! I’m Yn Cassano…Vincenzo‘s wife” Yn says smiling making everyone’s jaws drop

“Wife?” Gi-seok asks in shock

“Y-your married?” Mr.ahn asks

“I’m not shocked at all look at how hot he is”Mi-ri mumbles

“Yes I’ve been married for five years” I say grabbing Yn by her waist pulling her into me

“Five years?!” Chaeyoung asks

She had this kind of disappointed look on her face. I guess Yn noticed cause she whispered in my ear

“You didn’t do anything with her did you?” She asks

“And risk you beating my ass then get served divorce papers? No thanks” I say making her laugh

“Aw I missed you” she says wrapping her arms around me

“I’ve missed you two I’ve thought about you everyday” I say kissing her forehead

“So why didn’t you call?” She asks

“I threw my phone into a lake. Got a new one once I got here” I say sighing

“Mhm…thank god for Luca” she says smirking

“Luca is gonna get his ass kicked” I say making her laugh

“I love you Vincenzo Cassano” she says looking up at me through her big Afro. I chuckle pushing it away from her eyes before kissing her lips

“I love you to Yn Cassano” I say making her smile

“Aw you guys are so cute it’s sickening…think I’m going to throw up” young-ho says sarcastically

“Yah! Shouldn’t you be in school?” His mom says smacking his neck causing chaos in the firm. I roll my eyes as Chaeyoung and mr.nam struggle to break it up

“So this is what you deal with?” Yn asks

“Oh Yeahhhh” I say making her giggle

“Food?” She asks

“Yeah let’s go” I say grabbing her hand sneaking away from the crowd

#ambw #ambw fic #black girls are beautiful #black reader #black reader insert #kpop #kpop poc #x black reader #x black!reader #kpop imagines

[pinkachire]

All Mine

(optional)

kokonoi x fem!reader

synopsis: koko decided to spoil you in a luxurious clothing store, yet you had no idea that he owns this store until he’s done fucking you into oblivion.

cw: +18 nsfw mdni pls!  mirror sex. short mentions of daddy.  pussy slapping with money. fingering. eating out. oral. squirting. a little degradation. praise kink. gagging. teasing. begging. public sex. forcing you to quiet down.

a/n: this is a scene from my book!!!

╰┈➤ ❝ [all mine.]

"Excuse me, ma'am, Mr. Kokonoi asked us to show you our rare and newly arrived ones." One employee said. "Please follow me."

You followed her to a large walk-in closet packed with more eye-catching clothing, rare types of clothing from other countries, and even outfits worn by famous models.

"Oh, and by the way, Mr. Kokonoi asked us for you to fit these." The employee gave you a pink box that was wrapped with a white glitter ribbon.

You grabbed the box as you opened it, and your eyes widen as you saw the pieces of clothing inside.

They were thongs, lingerie, daring dresses, and more.

"U-Um." You quickly closed the box, while the employee's eyes widen and jaw hung open as well.

"Koko you sneaky fucker."  You thought while gritting your teeth in embarrassment.

The employee cleared her throat. "Please excuse me, enjoy yourself here ma'am, I'll leave you here and I'll just be outside, you can fit these clothes in our fitting room, thank you, and enjoy!" She smiled softly and bowed

As you entered the fitting room, you faced the large body mirror on the wall and removed your dress, you looked down and saw the box that was filled with those clothes.

You sighed as you grabbed one of the lingerie, it was soft pink with white laces at the edges and a small black ribbon on each corner.

You wore it and grabbed another dress that matched with the underclothes, and you picked this one bodycon dress, but you can't reach for the zipper at the back.

"Hello? Excuse me? Can you help me here?" You called for the employee and thought she's just outside.

You went back inside the fitting room as you heard the door open, and so you thought it was the employee.

"Can you help me with the zipper?" You asked as you felt a hand zip it up, you were about to thank her until you heard a different voice.

"So, did you enjoy it?"

Your eyes widen and you flinched as you heard the familiar voice, you looked up at the mirror and saw him.

"Koko?!"

He walked in the fitting room confidently while both of his hands were in his pockets, eyeing you up and down.

"You look hot." He winked playfully.

"What?! I literally got embarrassed a while ago!" You joked as you hit him with the box.

"Oh? Did they see what's inside the box?" He said as he crossed his arms and leaned on the wall.

"Yeah, and can you please get out of the fitting room? I'll dress up—"

Koko only chuckled deeply as he raised his brow, and then his hand moved to the door; you thought he would go out, but instead he locked it.

"Hey!" Your eyes widen as he walked closer to you, and the clothes in your hands dropped to the floor as you staggered back.

"How can I resist?" He licked his lips as he snaked his hands around your waist and brought you closer to him, you inhaled sharply as you felt your bare skin on him.

You felt shivers all over you, and you don't know if it's because of the cold air or you were only wearing lingerie and the dress is not completely worn.

"K-Koko..." You whimper as you felt his hand glide down your bareback, you hand gripped his shirt as you hid your face on his chest.

"Hm? Yes, baby?" He said lowly as his hand starts to slide down your back to your ass, and your breath hitched as he slapped it.

You looked at the mirror and saw his face, he was looking down at your covered flustered face, and he had a malicious grin on his lips, his tongue licking his lips, and his eyes were like a deadly hungry predator, wanting to take his prey.

"You want me?" He whispered in your ear as he blew it gently, feeling needy and ready to succumb to his will, and with that, you nodded.

In a spur of moment, he lifted you and you wrapped your legs around his waist then placed you on the table in front of the mirror as he stood in front of you, and the clothing and boxes fell to the floor.

He didn't waste time placing kisses down your neck and leaving purple marks left on your neck and chest, it was indeed obvious that he planned this all along and has been longing for this.

"Ah..." You let out a needy moan as his hand went on your thighs, slowly guiding his way to your soaking hole as his hands rubbed on your clothed pussy that caused you to breathe heavily.

Koko grabbed your chin and forced you to look up at him. He kissed you hungrily yet passionately as his hands slowly moved inside your cloth; his middle finger glided over your wet slit in a circular motion as you covered your mouth to cover the noises.

You tried to not let out your moans as you weren't sure if there are employees outside the room, and you surely didn't want to get embarrassed again.

He removed his fingers on you as he went down, you uttered confusingly as he kneeled down and moved your thighs open, and then he looped his fingers on the lingerie and pulled it down.

Koko smirked at your reaction on how you were fully exposed by him, it felt guilty at how easily you succumbed to him, his commanding presence and piercing gaze never leaving you.

"Hah..." You covered your mouth as you felt his tongue glide down your slit as he licks it slowly, collecting all your wet juices as your head fell back from the immense pleasure.

His tongue such did works, oh how his tongue can easily make you go crazy already. Your hips bucked forward to him for more, you looked down at him and saw he smirked while his tongue licked your pussy continuously, but he looked up and saw you watching him.

"Feels good?" He teased as you nodded with shame, you looked away shyly as you covered your mouth, not wanting to let the people outside the room hear your filthy noises.

"Use your words." His tone dropped in a sudden.

"Y-Yes..." You whispered softly and lowly as possible, scared that people would hear you.

"Really? Can't hear you baby." He chuckled and you felt the vibration on your pussy, you whimpered in ecstasy as his tongue moved down your clit to your hole, arousing you to the point where you bit your lips and rolled your eyes back, sweating profusely as if you were in heat.

"Yes..." You repeated, but then his tongue was almost too much for you to take, you tried to wobble away from his mouth in the table but he grabbed your thighs tightly and pulled you back to him.

"Stop fucking moving." He said strictly as he continued to lick your soaking hole, you can only make muffled noises since your hand can't even hide your moans, how those noises desperately want to escape in your throat, how Koko desperately wants to hear them, yet he enjoys a little thrill at the same time.

I mean, he'll get a chance to hear them again, right?

You thought that his tongue was the only thing working, but no, you were wrong, you felt his fingers touch your pussy, and you whined as you grabbed the back of his head feeling your hips grinding on him.

"Oh gosh..." You breathed out as the back of your hand was on your mouth, his hands slowly went inside your hole that was uncontrollably clenching while his tongue swirled up your clit.

He licked your clit quickly while his fingers were thrusting inside you, and your velvet walls sucking his fingers helplessly, oh how that can make Koko finish right here and then.

Koko's fingers scissored inside while his tongue and thumb rubbed on your clit, you felt the familiar knot in your stomach like butterflies, but it was different, and you felt like peeing instead, you moaned as you came squirting on him.

"Fuck that's hot." His eyes widened as he only continued fucking you with his fingers and tongue, you tried to push him off from being sensitive but he only held your thighs tighter, and you know for sure it'll leave bruises.

"Koko...please~" You whined as he chuckled, and he looked up at your face that was ruined by pleasure. He removed his fingers as he watched how your pussy clenched to nothing, how it was so desperate to be filled again.

"Too much?" He laughed as he stood up, he then lifted his fingers and showed you on how your liquids were covering his fingers, you pouted in humiliation as he stuck his tongue out and showed you how he performed his work like a fucking machine, how you came squirting in him, and he didn't want to miss another chance seeing that.

"If my tongue and fingers were too much, then how can you take my cock?" He looked down at you as your face went all flustered, yet at the same time, it shows a little fear.

"I-I'll take it..." You whispered shamelessly.

"Hm? What's that? I can't hear you." He said as he brings his head to closer to you, he held your chin and made you look up at him with your glossy eyes.

You didn't notice him take out some money from his pockets, you looked at him confusingly but he slaps your pussy with the money, you inhaled sharply from the action. "I said I can't hear you, speak louder."

"I said... I'll take it." You whispered lowly.

He slapped the money harder on your pussy as he was unsatisfied with your response, and you flinched, feeling guilty about how you were aroused. Your cum leaking out from your hole, and dripping down from your thighs to the table.

"Please Koko, I'll take it all." You said, speaking a little louder as he smirked, but he continued to slap your pussy with the money.

"How will you take me then?" He laughed as he slapped your pussy again, at this point, tears welled up in your eyes in shame.

"I'll take you all... please, so needy." You whispered yet he felt satisfied with that, he glided the money on your pussy and threw it on the floor.

"Oh really? You'll take me all?" He teased once more. "This pussy belongs to me after all." He said as he slapped your pussy that was leaking.

"Yes please, I will." You lowered your head.

"But aren't you afraid of the people outside will hear you?" A devilish smirk formed on his lips.

"I..." You were about to talk as you notice him get something from the box.

You saw him take the panty that you wore from the lingerie, and your eyes widen as he puts the panty in your mouth, gagging you with the clothing.

"Ah, perfect," He said. "I want to hear your noises, but a little thrill excites me."

"So be quiet for me, or I won't give you my cock." He said as he unbuckles his belt. "After all, you're a needy whore for me, huh?"

"My needy fucking whore." He said sternly as he took his cock out, he hissed as he pumps it first before he pulled you closer to him.

He started to put his tip that was covered with precum on your needy hole, how it easily slid down from the wetness as he moaned and pushed his head back from the intense bliss. How he felt so big even if it was just the tip inside, and you gripped his shoulders as your muffled moans were audible on his ears.

"Take me, fuck— take all of me, baby, okay?" He said while gritting his teeth as he pushed inside of you more, you screamed in pain and pleasure as you felt him stretching you out.

Tears escaped your eyes only for Koko to wipe them, he held your cheeks while caressing them as he made you look up at him with your glossy eyes and his predatory ones. Your eyes were squinted with tears as his tongue licked his lips, feeling how his hungry gaze saw your face contorted into a lewd pleasured face.

"Shh shh, relax for me." He whispered in your ear as his hands are on either side of you while your hands were on his shoulders, you moaned as you try to blink your tears away while adjusting to his cock thrusting inside of you.

You were taken aback as he grabbed you by your waist and flipped you on the table, now your stomach was laying on the table while your back facing him.

But what caught you the most is the mirror in front of you, and your breath hitched as you looked away from the mirror but he grabbed your jaw and faced you back on it.

"Watch yourself while I fuck you." He commanded as he fucked you from behind, you gripped the table hard, almost scratching it as he fucked you harder.

"See that, huh? Do you see yourself?" He whispered as he grabbed your neck and made you face on the mirror, solely focusing on you.

"Looking so pretty in the mirror while getting fucked." He chuckled as he thrust quickly, making slap noises as saliva went down your chin from being gagged on the clothing, tears escaping your eyes as you rolled your eyes from the unbearable pleasure.

He smirked down at you as he watched your expression in the mirror, how you went dumb from his impaled cock on your yearning cunt, clenching and squirting for him, looking all messy for him. Hair strands were on your forehead, and saliva and tears were on your face, making your hair a mess.

"You're all mine, this pussy is mine." He said.

You sobbed and trembled as he fucked you like there was no tomorrow, he grabbed your leg and lifted it for more access, you gasped as he fucked you deeper, it felt like his cock was touching every inch of you.

Koko's grip on your neck tightens as he used his other hand to hold your waist. He stared at you in the mirror as you saw his eyes looking so hungry yet pleasured.

"Shh, quiet down for me a bit, you don't want them to hear you being a slut for me, hm?" He said.

"Do you want them to know that the owner of this store is fucking with a woman in his own fitting room?" He said with full authority as your eyes widened, and he smirked down at you as he slapped your ass with his bare hand.

"You don't want them to hear, right?" He laughed as he saw your thrilled face.

"...Or do you?" He whispered in a raspy voice in your ear.

You shook your head as you felt close, and felt the same tingling sense, but he only fucked your deeper as your legs starts to shake.

"Who owns you?" He commanded strictly as he pushed deeper, you tried to let out words from the gag but you only let out muffled words, but he knew what you meant.

"You, please you own me." You attempted to say from the gag as you sobbed, tears flowing as your cheeks were getting red.

"Good girl, daddy owns you, huh?" He chuckled. "I'll spoil you whenever I want as long as I own you, and you're all mine."

"Oh?" He muttered out as he pushed a final thrust, and there, you came on his cock, you sighed and slumped your body on the table while he leaned on the wall, heavy breathes and sweats filled the fitting room.

"Are you okay?" He asked gently in a sudden as he held your body and lifted you off the table, but your knees felt weak and almost fell into him, luckily his reflex was quick and caught you. Y/n felt weak as if you were unconscious.

He removed the clothing in your mouth as you breathed heavily, and your head slumped on his chest as he rubbed the back of your head.

"Let's clean up in the bathroom." He said as he dialed someone on the phone.

"Yeah, bring some cleaners here and a towel, open the private room." He said in a commanding tone as you heard a slew of yes sirs on the phone and he hang up.

After some time, you two were now inside the private room that consist of a living room and a bathroom.

"I didn't know you own this store and you have this sort of room here..." You said as you were cleaning up in the bathroom while he was outside.

"I want to surprise you." He shrugged and laughed.

"And why—" Your eyes widen as you realized why did he fuck you inside the fitting room where it's riskier instead of here.

"Did you just realize now why did I fuck you inside the fitting room instead of here?" Koko said as he noticed you being quiet.

"What?! Why?" You went out of the bathroom and slammed the door open only for you to find him leaning at the wall while his arms were in his pockets, looking at you teasingly with a smirk and his eyes half-lidded.

"Because I enjoy a little thrill." He winked as you rolled your eyes.

"I'm sure my employees wouldn't mind if they heard something." Koko told.

"Are you stupid? I've been embarrassed two times already today!" You retorted. "I can't go outside the store and face them, oh my gosh." You covered your mouth as your face went red while Koko only laughed at you.

"Oh yeah? Well, if I see someone staring at you, I won't hesitate to kill them, how about that?" He sighed as he watches you turn your head to him.

"Wha—"

He sighed and walked closer to you while you staggered back, and he breathed as he whispered something on you.

"Baby, I told you many times that I have full power and authority here."

"No need to be worried about anything, okay?" He said as he kissed you on the cheeks, leaving you all flustered as he didn't miss that expression and smirked secretly as he walked away.

"If I own this store, then I own you as well."

read full story on wattpad and ao3 here (if the link doesn’t work just search kiwitoooth)

this scene is from my fanfic book! hasty feisty ➵  bonten

story is ongoing

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[fablesofkitkat]

Heyyy this is just a random thought I had.. how about you give us Rindou's POV too for the Haitani brother *series*😛. What are your thoughts? I am just thinking out loud here😁

pov: meeting the Haitani brothers in the future

genre: a little smut

synopsis: you drifted away from Ran and Rindou in the future.

PART 1 HERE

note: since I basically have no plot, pls  remember that I'll be shifting future and past. Haitani brothers as Bonten executives does funny things to me.

Blood is on my hands, but that never stopped me before

- PLAZA

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You donned the hōmongi over you, wrapping it on your body, left over right, the kimono's embroidered pattern is a folding fan. It represents prosperity, expansion, and development. They're often used for greeting and during ceremonial occasions. This was the night you had to do your duty for the family. As part of the keiretsu (a dominating conglomerate unique to Japan), you were sent by your family to... entertain a criminal organization, Bonten. Your father could have done it himself, to have the contract signed, but he thought it wouldn't hurt to send you to sweeten the deal. You've avoided your duty long enough, it was time to do as you're told.

You sighed.

You got into the car, the chauffer greets you with a respectful tone. He was an old man, kinder than the previous chauffers you've had. "Miss, I'll keep the car running."

You smile in his reflection in the rearview mirror, trying to reassure the old man. "No need, I'll see you in the morning."

It wasn't the first time the chauffer had to drive one of his boss's daughters to get eaten by insane criminals. He grips the steering wheel. What use is being at the top when the only thing left to do was to fall?

"Miss–"

"Enough." You say firmly, and then you added softly, "I like you, so don't do anything to get fired. Please."

The car stops in front of a skyscraper, it was completed in just 2 years and for a building that tall, built that fast, must be the power of money. This building was nothing but a show of Bonten's power. The chauffer opens the car door, you take the offered hand and steps onto the pavement. Your sandals made a satisfying clack.

"Miss, you don't need to do this–"

"Just do what you're paid for." You cut him off, coldly drawing the line. You couldn't afford kindness. Kindness gets people around you killed. "I'm not exactly pure and I'm just a bastard daughter, I have no respectable match unlike my elder sisters."

You cradled the brown envelope that contained the contract in your left arm and a kusudama's (decorative bag stuffed with fragrant aromatics) strap hangs on your right fingers. The receptionist tells you to wait until armed men arrives to escort you.

At the elevator, you meet a man with rosy pink hair that matches his long lashes, and a slightly droopy blue eyes. He has scars on the corner of his mouth. His arm sports a tattoo. Bonten. His striped gray suit compliments his features well. You nod in greeting.

"... you look familiar."

"That line works for you?" You tilt your head.

"Cheeky." He hums. "I dislike you."

"I share the same sentiments."

He keeps silent, bored at the conversation when you stop at your destination. A private lounge for Bonten's executives. You first take note of a man in his late 30s, a tall and slender frame and a slicked-back mullet in the colors of black and blond. He has a prominent scar that runs vertically down the right side of his face, starting from his forehead down to the rightmost corner of his thin lips. A cigarette hung on his lips, looking at you blankly. A large trench coat over his business suit. A shiver ran down your spine. You remember him.

Akashi Takeomi.

You turn to the next man sitting on the lounge sofa beside him. To the pair of men beside him–

Ran. Rindou.

They looked different. Ran's hair is now short and gelled to the side, dyed in burgundy and lavender color. The Boten syndicate's insignia tattooed on the front of his neck. He wears a form fitting suit that compliments his body perfectly. Rindo's hair is styled in a pinkish-purple mullet with dark blue streaks, and he wasn't wearing glasses. The Bonten tattoo is on the front of his neck like Ran. Rindou's hair reached passed his shoulders while Ran's hair has been cut short. You wonder if they remembered the passing comment you made in the past that you'd like to see Ran in short hair and Rindou with long hair.

But that was then.

You blinked yourself back to the present and acted indifferent, seating yourself infront of them, acting the role of a young miss of a keiretsu. You slide the envelope with contract carefully.

Kami. You didn't expect this. You didn't expect to meet the Haitani brothers once more. You wanted to avoid looking their way. Until shoes rested on the brown envelope and the dirt falls off. You raised your head in disbelief, Rindou meeting your eyes. He reached for a glass of liquor from a waiting staff, sipped a generous amount and uttered one word, "Strip."

Mochizuku boisterously laughed. "Oi, oi, Rindou. We can't be vulgar with the young miss. You'll scare her off."

Ran crossed his legs, hands interlocked on his knee. He just stared at you. If this was in the past, he'd smile at you. "If she wants her family's contract to be signed by Mikey, she'd strip for us."

Was this the same Ran who hated anyone who looks at you?

The indifference scared you, that you couldn't stop the small tremor on your hand to place your kusudama on the table. Your favorite fragrance wafted. Fuji. Wisteria. You couldn't turn back. You stood up, summoning willpower, remembering what you were taught; you sensually untied the obi and lets it drop on the floor, forcing yourself to maintain eye contact with Mochizuku. Rindou suddenly kicks the table aside, stands up and grab you by the wrist, whisking you away from the lounge.

Sanzu looks up at the ceiling and snapped his fingers, "Ah, I remember now. She's the precious hime you brothers played with back then. Did you call her hime because you knew she was a young miss?"

"None of your business." Ran scowled,  drinking his glass empty in one go.

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"Rindou–" You called out.

He ignored you, dragging you away from the lounge. Rindou's long strides made it hard for you to keep up especially wearing a kimono which only allowed small, demure steps.

"Rindou– stop–" You plead. "My sandals–"

He stops and turns around, ready to explode with anger but one look at your disheveled hair, your sandal's strap broken, your kimono hanging loosely... he could only click his tongue, and then he proceeded to wrap his arms around your waist, and lifted you like a sack.

"Rindou, you can't just ignore me."

He kept silent.

"Well, you can. But I need to go back."

The elevator opens, and the operator asks, "What floor?"

Only for Rindou to drag the poor man out of the elevator, place you on the chair, closed the elevator and punched a button. He traps you in his arms, his one hand holding your face  as he reels you in a bruising kiss. His kisses are still desperate and mean. Spiteful. No regards to the mouth sores he'll leave on your lips. His tongue still likes to dominate you. He opens your kimono and cups your sex. The cool air hit your skin, making your nipples hard. You whimpered helplessly. He was mad at you. It's been a decade and he still couldn't forget about you. They couldn't forget about you. There were no shortage of women that went by their hands. It only left them empty. He parts his lips from yours, a string of saliva on your tongue.

"Why?" He asked, his eyes half-lidded. Rindou thinks this is a dream. You disappeared. They tried to find you but there were no records of you.  As if you didn't exist. "You weren't supposed to leave us, princess."

"Rindou– I– you have to understand. You and Ran were my escape."

"Was it because we were delinquents?" His finger circled your clit, flicking your clit roughly that made your hips jolt.

You shook your head as he starts kissing your neck, murmuring against your skin, "Then why? Are we not good enough for you? Not good enough for a young miss of a conglomerate?" He sinks his teeth in your skin, and in a leisured pace makes his way down to your chest.

"I was always temporary, Rindou." Your hands raised to touch the tresses of his head. His hair unbearably soft. Without warning, he bites down; pissed off at your words.

You pulled at his hair trying to get him off. You hissed, "That fucking hurts, Rindou!" Rindou chuckles. Kami, he missed you. Missed making you cry out. Missed the marks you leave on his back. Your nails scratching. You didn't know but it made him jealous whenever you braided Ran's hair. He'd never tell though. The sadistic glint in his eyes held promise, "You can't ever leave." Not letting you escape.

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AN:

I feel bad for the elevator operator. He was just doing his job, asking what floor when he's kicked out. Sorry, Ran gonna sulk for a bit. 🥴 Rindou more violent than Ran but fuck it if canon doesn't prove me right that Rindou IS capable of being gentle.

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[junko-and-riri-domain]

something you could almost label as love | pjs

↬ series: tatts & cupcakes | chapter 12 ↬ pairing: park jongseong / jay x reader ft. all members + i-land k ↬ genre: enhypen single dad au | ceo!jay | single dad!jay | baker!reader | single mom!reader | fluff | slight angst ↬ navi: beginning | previous chapter | next | series masterlist ↬ warnings: none ↬ word count: 2.1k ↬ a/n:

hi everyone !! tatts & cupcakes is back :)) idk if anyone still remembers it at this point or even wants to continue reading the series 😭 but thank you for all the interactions while i was ia on this blog 🥺 <3

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You felt your palms sweating as you opened the door to reveal K, Heeseung, and Jake. While you weren’t worried about Ni-ki going out with Heeseung and Jake, you were nervous about him going out with K. Ni-ki didn’t know K was his father which was something you and K decided not to reveal until Ni-ki got more comfortable with K which was why they were going to the nearby plaza to shop with Heeseung, Jake, and Jungwon. Sunghoon would stop by the bakery later today to pick up the lunch you had offered to make and pack for them all.

“You good?” Heeseung asked, squeezing your shoulder as an act of reassurance. You nodded and took a deep breath, watching cautiously as Jungwon and Ni-ki went up to K and Jake.

“Just nervous, I guess.”

“I’ll make sure nothing goes wrong, don’t worry,” Heeseung said causing you to smile at him. Jay and Sunoo were going to spend the day together at home, something that you suggested in hopes of easing Jay’s stress. If Jay saw for himself how well Sunoo had gotten, he’d feel better about letting him go back to school tomorrow. After they left you saw Sunoo sulking on the couch, arms crossed and lips formed in a pout. Sitting next to him,

“What’s wrong bubs?”

“I wanted to go with them!” You sighed, petting his hair,

“I know, I know. But at least you’ll go to school tomorrow, right? You’ll get to see all your friends again!” you said in what hopefully sounded like a cheery tone. Yet still, Sunoo didn’t seem satisfied.

“How about I make you tteokboki for lunch tomorrow, will that help cheer you up?” At those words, Sunoo’s eyes up lit up and you knew that there was your sunshine. As much as Sunoo didn’t want you do, you had to leave to open up the bakery.

“I can drop you off,” Jay offered as you were putting your things in your bag.

“It’s ok, really Jay, thank you. Have fun at home with Sunoo, ok?” While you had left in a frenzy, there was now an extra thought added to Jay’s mind. “At home,” you called it. Yours and Ni-ki’s he wanted it to be.

You enjoyed your morning at the bakery, chatting with regulars, and giving out freebies to the cute little kids that stopped by with their parents. When Sunghoon stopped by, you set a picnic basket on the counter, about to explain the food inside when you suddenly received a call from the landlady of your and Ni-ki’s apartment.

“Hello?” you answered.

“Hi, you live in Apartment 22, right?” you heard from the other side of the line.

“Yes, I do.”

“Everyone needs to evacuate and pack up their things by tonight, there’s a rat infestation and the exterminators say that it’ll take 2 weeks until anyone can return to the building.”

“A rat infestation?” Why the hell was there a rat infestation and why was she telling you now?

“I’m sorry, hon. Everyone needs to pack what they can by 3 pm.” Checking the time, on your phone, it was only 11:21.

“Thanks for letting me know, I’ll leave right now,” was all you could say before ending the call. Sunghoon looked at you with a worried expression on his face,

“Rat infestation?” he asked. You nodded,

“Me and Ni-ki’s apartment, apparently it’ll take two weeks.”

“The two of you are staying at Jay’s place, though.”

“Yeah, but Ni-ki and I were gonna move out the day after tomorrow.”

“Just stay for two more weeks.”

“Hoon, I can’t do that. It’s not fair.”

“To Jay? I don’t think he’d mind if you two-”

“Not to Jay,” you muttered.

“Jungwon and Sunoo? But they like having their Ni-ki dongsaeng around.”

“To me! Sunghoon, it’s not fair to me!” you admitted.

“I- wait what?”

“I just, it’s not,” you took a deep breath, “Jay is good to me and Ni-ki, I know he is. But there’s just so much happening with Sunoo recovering and K returning. I can’t keep living with Jay, Jungwon, and Sunoo acting as if this whole situation is normal.”

“Do you want it to be?”

“What?”

“Living with Jay, being with his kids, do you want it to be normal?” You almost scoffed at the question,

“Of course I do, who wouldn’t?”

“Then make it normal.”

“Hoon, it’s not that easy. Getting into a relationship with three kids involved is messy and stupid and not the kind of heartbreak I’m willing to put anyone through.”

“Who says it’ll end in heartbreak.”

“That’s the only way I see this ending.”

“Open your eyes then.”

You quickly closed the bakery then rushed to your apartment and somehow, Jay and Sunoo were already there. Sunghoon probably told them.

“Hey,” Jay said as you walked up to them.

“You didn’t have to show up.”

“Of course I did, you and Ni-ki are staying for longer and I should help you move your stuff.”

“Jay, I don’t wanna be a bother. Ni-ki and I can spend the two weeks in a hotel, it’s fine.” Your tone was colder than anything that Jay had ever felt before.

“Are you uncomfortable? Living with me, I mean. Because if you are, I’m sorry.”

You wanted to tell him. Wanted to tell you that he made you weak with his soft gazes and sudden smile. Wanted to tell him that he made you regret how you had gotten so accustomed to his warmth that you probably wouldn’t be able to sleep without it. Wanted to tell him how he gave you hope, maybe love was in the cards for you one day. Wanted to tell him how he made you dream of the picture-perfect life you once thought was stupid. He made you weak, regret, hope, and dream in all the ways you didn’t know were possible but never were you uncomfortable.

“I just don’t wanna keep mooching off of you in your own house.”

“Really, I don’t mind if you and Ni-ki stay for longer. After all, what’s another two weeks?”

“You’re sure?”

“I am.”

“Pinky promise,” you said, bringing up your hand. He smiled as he interlocked your pinkies together and let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in.

You packed as many as your and Ni-ki’s clothes that you could, in the process bringing a couple of your blankets and little trinkets that you felt comfortable with. While you were in the car with Jay and Sunoo, the trunk filled to the brim with your and Ni-ki’s things.

“Are you really sure it’s ok that I brought so much stuff?”

“Don’t worry.”

“What if there’s not enough space? Your closet’s already full and Ni-ki’s toys might get everywhere.” Jay’s hand moved away from the gearshift and gravitated towards your hand, his thumb rubbing soothing circles,

“We’ll make space.”

The rest of the day went by easily, the guys decided to stay for dinner, and being with K for a longer period of time went by better than you expected. Before you and Jay fell asleep the two of you made a plan for tomorrow since it was Sunoo’s first day back at school. Sometime throughout the night, you woke up to go to the bathroom. After getting out of the bathroom and heading back to the bed,

“No,” you heard with what almost sounded like a whimper, causing you to turn on the lights to see Jay in bed with his eyes closed.

“Jay?”

“I-it’ll, it’ll be ok,” you heard him mutter, seeing him twitch slightly. Tears escaped his eyes as he muttered incoherent words. He was having a nightmare.

“Jay!” you exclaimed, shaking him slightly in hopes that it’d be enough for him to wake up but he stayed within the depths of his nightmare. Not knowing what else to do, you lightly slapped his cheeks, and somehow, that had work. The upper half of his body rose up, eyes frantic as they looked around the room, and only seemed to calm down when they settled on you. You feel him hug you, an action you returned by running your hand through his hair and rubbing his back as he panted heavily trying to return his breathing back to normal.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” you asked cautiously.

“We were in the hospital again. But this time,” he let out a shaky breath, his hold on you tightening, “Sunoo didn’t, he didn’t, love, I, I can’t-” Jay couldn’t bring himself say it out loud but you didn’t need to hear the words to know what he dreamt. Sunoo didn’t make it out alive.

“It’s ok, just keep breathing with me, yeah? Your boys are safe and sound in their room and Sunoo’s going back to school tomorrow, well, technically later. We made a plan, remember?” He nodded, seeming to calm down slightly.

“What was the plan? Repeat it to me.”

“We were gonna wake up early and make breakfast for the boys and pack all their favorite things for lunch. Tteokboki, curry buns, and bungeoppang. We’ll drop them off at school, I’ll drop you off at the bakery then head to work. I’ll pick them up, we’ll go to the bakery to pick you up, then go home.”

“And that’s exactly what we’re gonna do, ok?”

“Ok.” You and Jay ended up laying down afterward but he seemed like he was too shaken up to be able to sleep and honestly, so were you.

“Let’s bake cupcakes.”

“Right now?” You nodded, the hint of a smile playing on the corners of your lips,

“Right now.” Baking cupcakes with Jay at a time in the morning when you should’ve been asleep gave you a sense of comfort you didn’t realize you needed and he seemed to feel the same way. In order to not wake up the boys, you needed to stay quiet, talking in low tones and hushed whispers but neither of you seemed to mind. As the cupcakes were cooling and you were stirring the frosting, a shiver ran down your spine. Something that Jay had taken note of. You felt his presence behind you, confirmed as his chest pressed against your back, arms wrapping around you as his hands rubbed up and down your arms.

“Should I turn up the heat, love?” you heard him ask. Love, he called you, love. It was nothing new to hear Jay call you that but in this moment, you came to a realization. In love was what the past few weeks felt like. Yet despite this, a thought lingered in the back of your mind. What happened when the warmth faded? What happened after two weeks and you and Ni-ki had to move back to your apartment? What happened when the cocoon of warmth you spent so allowing yourself to get enwrapped turned to ice? What happened when you had to return back to reality? You were brought out of your thoughts at the sound of Jay calling your name, asking for confirmation to turn up the heat. But instead,

“If you did then there’d be no reason to stay like this,” you replied teasingly with a smile on your face. The charm of the necklace he gave you shimmered under the kitchen lights as it rested around your neck. Jay wanted nothing more than to tilt your chin upwards and kiss you right then and there. Wanted to show you how much you meant to him. Wanted to love you in all the ways that words could never do it justice. He was so caught up in his thoughts, mesmerized by your smile, and entranced by this whole situation that he hadn’t realized what had just happened when something cool was felt at the tip of his nose, then, on his cheek and he heard a laugh from you.

“Did you just- don’t tell me there’s frosting on my face right now.”

You weren’t quite sure what possessed you to perform your following actions in the next moments. Maybe it was lack of sleep. Maybe it was how close Jay was to you that you couldn’t help but want to be closer to him. Maybe it was the way your mind grew hazy with only one thought and one alone on your mind.

You couldn’t help it when you let go of the spatula.

Couldn’t stop yourself when you got on your tiptoes.

Couldn’t hold back from wrapping your arms around his neck and your fingers playing with the edges of his hair.

“There’s no frosting on your face.” Eyes looking in his for any signs of hesitancy, all you saw was something you could almost label as love. But you didn’t dare.

“No? Then what’s on my face?”

“Well on your lips,” closing the distance between your lips and his so that it was mere centimeters, “are mine,” you whispered before your eyes fluttered shut and the distance closed.

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hello !!! congrats on 100 followers (now 200 !!!) well deserved !!! could i request sfw 5 and 10 with pieck pls ! getting comforted by pieck makes me feel a lil better :D thank u !!!

WRITING PROMPT # 18:

“breathe, you’re with me”

”close your eyes, listen to my heartbeat”

pairing: pieck x reader

cw: slight spoilers for season 4 part 1, angsty but fluffy

- raid on liberio -

you were all gathered in the plaza of liberio, watching willy tybur’s show. all of a sudden, a soldier with an obnoxious beard approached pieck and porco who was beside you.

the soldier asked them to come with as your eyebrows furrowed in suspicion, nudging your girlfriend’s side a bit. you slightly shook your head when she looked at you and she also nudged porco, warning him too.

“i’ll be back, sweetheart” pieck said, kissing the top of your head as she stood up and followed the soldier.

you followed her with your eyes, making sure to remember the direction the soldier lead them to before turning back to the show in front of you. you couldn’t stop feeling anxious, there was something about that soldier that felt off.

you were so lost in thought that it took you a millisecond too late to realize what was happening around you. willy tybur was cut off by a titan suddenly appearing from underneath the stage.

colt was there to pull you to your feet and away from the huge chunks of debris caused by the titan shifting. you got a glimpse of the titan and recognized it as the titan eren jaeger possessed.

if eren jaeger was here then that means-

“pieck” you suddenly blurted out, running with the civilians that was running away from the scene. colt and the others called out for you but you continued running.

your heart was pounding in your chest, so much that you can hear it beating in your ears. you turned the corner you remembered the soldier taking, gunshots erupted above you but your mind was solely focused on finding pieck.

it all happened within a blink of an eye, three titan shifters shifted and someone from the island of paradis pointed their gun at you upon seeing the armband around your left arm.

your eyes widened, freezing in place as fear overtook your senses. you closed your eyes and waited for the bullet to end your life but it never came. instead, a jaw gently clamped around you and brought you to the roof of a building.

your eyes opened as porco’s jaw titan gently put you down on the roof. pieck came out of her titan and rushed to you, tears streamed down your face and breathed heavily as you crashed into her arms.

“i-i thought i was n-never going to see you a-again” you whimpered, holding onto her tightly as she ran her fingers through your hair.

“breathe, you’re with me, sweetheart” pieck cooed, holding you tightly against her. you breathed deeply, trying to calm yourself down and letting yourself be comforted by the feeling of pieck’s arms around you.

“close your eyes, listen to my heartbeat” pieck instructed and you did as you were told, closing your eyes and pressing your ear onto her chest where her heart was beating underneath. gunshots continued to ripple through the air but all you could hear was her heart.

“there you go” pieck said, kissing your forehead and wiping your tears as a smile formed on your face. you pressed your lips against hers for a brief second before pulling back, remembering the war you were both currently on.

“do you have any spare guns? injure, not kill” you said as pieck smirked and pointed to her cart titan where the stash of weapons were.

“injure, not kill” pieck repeated and you nodded, you weren’t heartless. they may be your enemies but you were never programmed to kill anyone who is from the opposing side unless deemed necessary.

“that’s my y/n” pieck said, kissing you once again before helping you up her titan and you grabbed a gun, cocking it and getting to business.

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Jade SSR Halloween ( Scary Outfit ) Personal Story - Could you teach me?

Could you teach me?

Jade Leech SSR haloween card “Scary Outfit” personal story- Could you teach me?

As I was translacting I was also reading the story for the first time, so any comment I wrote, i wrote them without knowing what would happen next.

Part 1

-Classroom-

Ruggie- Reached the bill..

Kalim- I’ll ask Jade, somehow it should be possible!

Jade- Kalim, this is a rule. No exeptions are allowed.

Silver- *sleeps*

Floyd- I’m tired of this~

Floyd- Jellyfish (Silver) is also sleeping. Goldfish (Riddle) , do something interesting.

Riddle- Why me!? You should go somewhere else, Floyd.

Ruggie- Wow, they sure are lively. Are you guys busy?

Jamil- Me and Silver are just escorts. Don’t worry about us.

Kalim- Wait a little longer Ruggie. I’m talking to Jade about my budget.

Jade- Kalim. As I said many times, the budget is unnegotiable. Please take some things out. (I can feel Jade patience slowly going away)

Kalim- Don’t say that, Jade. If the show is flashy, the visitors will be pleased, right?

Riddle- Kalim, every dorm has a budget. I’ll have you follow the rules since Scarabia is no diferent.

Ruggie- I’ll finish my business here right away. Jade here, my budget aplication.

Jade- Yes, sure....Mr. Kalim, please follow Savanaclaw example.

Jade- You see, it’s perfectly within the budget.

Silver- *sleeps* (like the angel he is)

Jamil- Silver was tired of waiting and fell asleep....Kalim, let’s go home and reconsider.

Kalim- Hmmm....ok. Oh,but hey, did everyone talk about costumes and decorations?

Ruggie- Ours has already been decided. This year’s theme is pirates.

???- Ah, that’s a noisy theme.

Jamil- Azul , you came too.

Azul- yeah, when I passed in front of the classroom, it seemend to be very exiting.

Jade- The ghosts of the pirates who ransacked the sea in search of of treasures, and left behind numerous legends..... it’s certainly scary.

Ruggie- I don’t think that Jack, who had the idea, thought so much about it.

Ruggie- I think it suits Savanaclaw since we have a lot of physical strenght.

Floyd- Good, perfect for halloween.

Kalim- By the way, is there a Halloween event in the sea?

Jade- Why yes, of course. Every year at this time, we collect shellfish and starfish for decoration,

Jade- On the day we fill a bottle with luminous weeds and have a luminous party....like lanterns. And we carry them arround.

Floyd- We also play lively songs with instruments.

Kalim- Good! Music is always needed on banquets and festive days.

Jamil- I’m sure that the shape and tone of the musical instruments in the sea are different from those on land.

Silver- Carrying a lantern for a night light party is also an interesting costom unique to the sea. (oya, the sleeping beauty woke up)

Riddle- Yup, It looks like it would be an amazing sight.

Azul- I’m honored everyone is interested in our hometown costoms.

Azul- If you wish, we will make a tour package and guide you during the holidays. 

Jade- It looks very fun, but let’s talk about it in another time.

Jade- Well. As you say, Halloween on land and on the sea is quite different.

Jade- I have been amazed with cultural differences since we came to land.

Jade- There are many things I don’t know yet. To live up to the expectations as one of the steering committee members,

Jade- I would like to deepen my understanding of the Halloween on land.

Jade- Can you tell me what kind  of Halloween you were having in your hometowns?

Part 1 end

Silver couldn’t keep his eyes open during the whole scene, that boy is precious XD

Part 2

- classroom-

Jade-  Can you tell me what kind  of Halloween you were having in your hometowns? (Jade pls don’t ask that to these poor kids, Riddle? lets not talk about it, Jamil, probably spent the whole day on the kitchen cooking because kalim was too busy partying, and silver??? the poor boy always got spooked by Lilia non-stop all night )

Riddle- ....Halloween?

Riddle-  In my hometown, it seems to be standard for children to gather in the plaza and “have fun together”.

Jamil- It seems like .... you are talking  as if it is someone else’s problem.

Riddle- I only participated once. So I’m not familiar with it....

Riddle- What impressed me is that we all did “Apple Bobbing”

Floyd- Goldfish, apple bobbing.....what is it? It’s has an interesting name.

Riddle- You fill a large tub with water and apples, and you have to grab the apples with you mouth. Of course , you can’t use your hands.

Jade- That is ....a game unique to land.

Azul- Yes, as soon as you take your hand off the apples under the sea, they’d rise to the surface immediately.

Jade- If it were a game to chase the suddenly rising apple, it could be done even under the sea.(I’m pretty sure he said this to tease Azul)

Floyd- That might be unexpectedly interesting.

Silver- However, an apple....can you really get it with just your mouth?

Riddle- It is usually done with small apples....but its still difficult. (say that to the tweels and their sharp ass teeth)

Jade- Its a game in which  well-build children have the advantage to grab the apple.

Riddle- Yeah. Not only the size of the mouth but also jaw strenght is required.

Ruggie- If we did it in this school wouldn’t Jade and floyd be super advantageous at this game then?

Ruggie- Their body is big. And the teeth are sharp.

Jade- (*angelic smile*) Kufufufu What about it? Opening my mouth wide in front of everyone would be embarassing...

Jade- I may not the able to take the apple because I hesitaded to catch it. ( yes yes, i’ll try to belive you)

Floyd- How do you decide who wins or loses this game?

Riddle- I think the rule was that the person who gets the apple in the shortest amount of time would win.

Riddle- It seems that even in Wonderland this game is played in some areas. ( i didn’t understand what he said, he said” Kiseki no kuni” wich translates to Land of Miracles\wonders, so I assumed he was talking about wonderland)

Riddle- Cater once challanged me on  “How many can we get”.

Riddle- I couldn’t get the hang of it ,so my face and clothes got soaked in water....

Riddle- When I think about it now, the result isn’t that important.

Riddle- We laugh and make noises as we try to get the apples. I think that is the main purpose.

Jade- Certainly. It is very interesting the sight of Riddle desperately opening his mouth and chasing apples...

Jade- No, It seems to be worth watching.

Riddle- What do you mean?

Kalim- I understand what Riddle is saying. It’s more important to have fun than to win or lose!

Riddle-Oh...Thats right.

Kalim- Its a bit different from my kingdom, but the Halloween in the Land of Hot Sands is really fun!

Jade- Oh, is there a special characteristic about the Halloween in the Land of Hot Sands? 

Kalim- No, the halloween in the land of hot sands its a “treat banquet”! 

Kalim- It’s bacause in my country, talking arround the banquet is the most enjoyable thing.

Kalim- So when it’s halloween time, we prepare as many dishes as you can put on the table.

Jamil- So that the ghosts who have returned, can eat as much as they want.... together.

Jamil-  We prepare a large range of sweets, salty foods, spicy foods....from light foods to large dishes.

Jamil- When Halloween is near, the kitchen is always at full capacity,starting with the preparation of the ingredients.

Jade- Someday I would like to see susch magnificent banquet. Do you have any traditional dishes?

Kalim- Speaking of haloween treats....I like that

Kalim- It’s a dish that has baked vegetables and sauce on top of each other.

Jamil- so? go on? ( His expression is 5* XD, he be like”I’m not payed enough for this...., but then again,I’m not paid”)

Kalim- Oh,That face is definitely pinpoiting, you see, the ingredients are potatoes, eggplants and tomatoes!

Jade- ..........So it’s like lasagna, but it replaces the pasta with vegetables?

Kalim- Oh, that’s close. When it’s freshly baked its really delicious.

Azul- So that’s it. It seems to be preferred by healthy-minded owners.

Jade-Jamil, can you tell me the name of the dish?

Jamil- Its....Moussaka, it’s a local dish. (It really exits, I looked it up)

Kalim- Oh yeah. That’s it!

Kalim- When I was a kid, and I really wanted to eat it even though it wasn’t banquet day, I’d ask Jamil to make it.

Jamil- It was terrible at that time. My parents and other servants scolded me....“Don’t use fire when you are alone!”

Kalim- Eh!? Is that so !?

Jamil- I was still in elementary school.

Jamil- I didn’t cook as much as I do now...It would have been bad if I had started a fire.

Jamil- Now I can understand, why my parents and the other servants were angry with me.

Kalim-Oh, I’m sorry.

Kalim- But the Moussaka I ate that time was really delicious. I still remeber it well.

Kalim- Now that I remembered it, I want to eat it again. Hey Jamil, Please make it again!

Azul- Please one for me as well. I’d like to include it in Mostro Lounge new menu....

Jamil- I don’t want that.

Kalim- Well, don’t say that~

Jamil- Moussaka is a time-consuming dish that requires 2 kinds of sauces because it requires many ingridients.

Jamil- I don’t think it suitable to be served in a cafe.

Jade- So it’s cooked in a oven, isn’t it.

Jade- The ovens at Mostro lounge aren’t that big....is it really so hard to produce it in big quantities?

Azul- Isn’t there any way to increase the production quantity by making them all together on a big oven?

Ruggie- Octavinelle is still the same.

(I wonder what Riddle and floyd have been doing this entire time, Silver is probably sleeping)

Jade- Fufufu...For more information, let´s eat jamil’s home cooking, and then discuss this again.

Jamil- Wait a minute, I don’t want to make....so many.

Silver- *Sleeps* (oya oya I was right 0.0)

Jamil- You see, Silver fell asleep again while you guys from Octavinelle were exited about the profits.

Jade- Oops, I’m sorry for this. We devianted from the subject.

Jade- Mr.Silver, excuse me. Would you like to wake up?

Silver- Ah...I’m sorry. Was it about the Halloween in the Valley of Thorns?

Jade- Yes, please tell us your story.

Silver- About halloween, I can only remember that my father-....that Lilia was enthusiastic and disguised. ( he corrected himself by sayng LIlia instead of parents because Lilia asked him not to call him his parent while with being with other students, so it wouldn’t be strange for silver, Lilia and malleus are his guardians)

Riddle- By the way, the 2 were in the same town.

Jade- After all people disguise themselfs in the valley of thorns... Disguise is a common custom in every Country isn’t it?

Silver- Don’t the mermaids use disguises too?

Jade- I don’t have the habit of wearing clothes on a daily basis.

Jade- It’s fun to dress in various ways on land because I’m not familiar with it.

Silver- In fact, disguises are not a fun memory. Even as I recall now, it’s horrifying.

Floyd- Eh, wasen’t Mandako-chan (Lilia) smaller than now when it happened?

(Mandako is an octopus, also known as Opisthoteuthis Californiana, look it up and u will see why Floyd calls Lilia this XD)

Silver- Oh, he looked the same as now....

Silver- But the only time I saw such terrifying appearence of Lilia was on that halloween.

Jade- That’s interesting. He is a very cute person, as he is pround of.

Silver- The frighteningness of Lilia disguised is scary... 

Silver- I would tremble with Sebek as I was watching with him

Silver- That night was so frightening that the two of us promised that we would definitely stay up until morning.

Jade- If I get this scared, I’m sure I’ll cry out lound.

Floyd- Well, now I want to see. I have been with you since we were born , but I have never seen that.

Ruggie- So, why did you and Sebek pray in tears for the morning to come?

Silver- Oh no....I fell asleep middle way without noticing.

Riddle- After everything.....

Silver- Sebek couldn’t dare going to the bathroom all night, in the next morning he was angry with me and  I was called “Traitor!”

Ruggie- Hey, seems like Sebek also has a cute side.

Jamil- So, how was halloween where you lived?

Ruggie- Me? The story of Halloween in the slums isn’t very interesting.

Jade- Well, I don’t think so. Everything about land is fresh and interesting, so please tell me.

Ruggie- Its okay to talk separately,... but don’t listen and pull. 

Ruggie- “Trick or treat”.....Isn’t it normal to be mischievous if you don’t receive a treat?

Ruggie- But my usual Halloween isn’t that cute.

Ruggie- If you don’t give me a treat, I’ll not go home until you give me some....24 hours endurance. It was a treats collection event.

Part 2- end

Lilia really did tromatize the poor kids....poor Sebek was left alone XD

Part 3

-Classroom-

Silver, Kalim and Riddle- 24 HOURS ENDURANCE TREAT COLLECTION EVENT!?

Jade- Sweets collection...It seems like something you usually do on Halloween but....

Jade- From what Mr.Ruggie just said it seems this one quite different.

Ruggie- That’s righ. Because treats are a thing we rarely eat.

Ruggie- Just say “Trick or Treat” and you will get sweets for free.

Ruggie- There’s no way that hyenas will miss out this change to eat.

Jade- Mr.Ruggie, when you come to Mostro Lounge,(Ruggie works there sometimes to get money)

Jade- You bring a storage container with you.

Jade-Does that mean that your appetite for food hasn’t changed?

Ruggie- I gathered the children from the neighborhooh, we decided the area they were in charge, and toured the village.

Ruggie- ....Not missiong one single house.

Jamil- That is a tremendous obsession....

Ruggie- If my appearence changes, I’ll get sweets again, so we changed the group members and went to the same houses many times. (When I leaded trick or treat groups I did this too XD)

Silver- If you go that far....It seems to be a problem.

Ruggie- You see, many years ago, our operation got caught by the caretaker of the neighborhood association....

Ruggie- We were charged with “Trick or treat ban” righ away.

Jade- How sad. Didn’t everyone get disapointed?

Ruggie- That’s right. I was a kid too, so I greedily made a mistake by pushing it too far.

Ruggie- I was the most anoyed since I was like a big brother to the children of the local area.

Jade- I was wondering what you were talking about earlier, but Mr.Ruggie is surprisingly good at taking care of children.

Jade- I had the impression that you only do it when there is a reward....

Ruggie-.....Well, let’s leave that matter aside.

Ruggie- My grandma would do pumpkin pie, for the children who were sick.

Riddle-Pumpkin pie....it seems delicious.

Jade- We have a new candidate for the Halloween manu

Ruggie- Ah, it’s a secret recipe that only the Bucchi family knows, so if you ask me for it, it won’t be cheap. Shishishi!

Jade- As expected , Mr Ruggie is astute.

Jade- It looks better than cookies and muffins, and above all, it shoud be satisfying to eat.

Ruggie- Of course. I was sick. But it wasen’t gorgeous.

Ruggie- The pumpkin pie was made from Jack-o-Lantern’s  hollowed-out contents.

Jade-.....I would have never thought of that way to use it

Ruggie- So, from the next year, I started a part-time job to make Jack-o-Lantern for pumpkin pie.

Azul- You really have experienced various part-time jobs...I’m impressed.

Ruggie- A job where a free bite from the pumpkin pie was provided to the client for free.

Ruggie- You could take the hollowed out contents for free...

Ruggie- Isn’t that amazing !? It sure feels like it is. Haloween, banzai !

Jade- Amazing! I should take those business guts as an example.

Silver- ....Everyone has enjoyed the Halloween in different ways.

Kalim- Yes, Let’s enjoy Halloween at the school and make good memories!

Floyd- Enjoy it to you heart’s content?

Azul- Good memories....?

Kalim- ......? Don’t you enjoy Halloween?

Jade- It wasen’t an event with that meaning for us mermaids from the sea of the north

Jade- Those who die in the sea often have regrets and despair.

Jade- Those who were devoured by a storm, those who lost the route to their destination and died on board....

Jade- In any case, it is not uncommon for the returning ghosts to be ferocious.

Azul-  Yeah, defeating the ghosts of the sea usually comes first.

Jamil- Didn’t you just say “ The Halloween is celebrated with  lanters party and bright music”?

Floyd- The lanters are a landmark to prevent the mermaids from accidentally going to the ghost world. 

Floyd- Playing music is also to keep the ghosts calmer.

Azul-  It also seems that there is the intention to calm toughts and sadness.

Riddle- .....There are ghosts all over the ocean?

Jade- I haven’t seen them but....

Jade- During Halloween school would even send home a notice.

Jade- Places you shouldn’t approach, times you shouldn’t go out, etc....Every year, there are missing people (0.0)

Ruggie- Wait a minute....that’s too scary.

Floyd- Come to think of it. When I was in middle school, I think I saw three Jade in different places~.

Jade-I tought I was talking to floyd once, but the next day I remember he told me “I haven’t heard that”.

Jade- I didn’t really notice at the time that it wasen’t him....

Azul- It was Halloween.Such things happen. 

Jamil- That sort of thing...

Silver-The sea is a terrifying world that we can’t imagine....

Jade- At the sea’s Halloween, you can enjoy thrills that you wouldn’t normally experience.

Floyd- Well, you won´t get bored~

Azul- As Mr.Ruggie mentioned earlier, I’m proud that there are many business opportunities!

Jade- Aside from Azul’s work, I like the Halloween event, whether by sea or on land.

Jade- I’m exited to think of what kind of unexpected things will happen.

Jade- I was selected as a steering committee member, and I would like everyone on land to experience a different feeling than usual.

Jade- We can deliver a different kind of thrill because we are from the sea.

Jade- Let’s have a darker Halloween this year, which will be second to none. Fufufu....

Jade- Happy Halloween

END

So, what did we learn? sTAY AWAY FROM THE SEA AT HALLOWEEN

wow, so much lore in Jade’s personal story

Add me if u want uwu

Disclaimer- I don’t own Twisted wonderland or any of its characters, This is a Fan translaction therefore it’s not oficial 

#jade leech #floyd leech #riddle rosehearts #silver #jamil viper #kalim al asim #azul ashengrotto #sebek zigvolt #lilia vanrouge #ruggie bucchi #twsited wonderland #twst #translactions #twst translations #twisted wonderland translactions #twst halloween event #scary outfit #twst jade #twisted wonderland jade #personal story #jade personal story #halloween jade #jade halloween #jade scary outfit #jade ssr #jade ssr haloween personal story #jade ssr scary outfit personal story #fantranslaction

[imeldasboot]

BROKEN LOVE

characters: imelda, coco and julio

description: NEVER HAPPENED IN THE MOVIE!!

so this is just how i would imagine imelda and coco before when coco was still a teen and still loves showing her love to music! except for her mamá, i dont know how to speak spanish so i will use some of the words i only know or if i want to add something spanish i will use google translator so pls correct if its wrong!

i kinda got some ideas from that la bikina comic from @miguelcocofangirl also i wish all of the things i imagine about them will be shown if ever there's a coco 2 or i wish it was shown in coco, hope you like it! :)

its a sunny day in santa cecilia its almost night tho, coco is staring at the window, leaning and doesnt know what to do while her mamá is at the market buying food for their dinner, julio called coco.

"coco!"

julio is coco's bestfriend, though julio has a secret feelings for coco(just how i would think how their relationship started with each other) and he never told her yet.

"julio!!" she smiled at him

"hey is your mamá there?"

"no, she went to the market!"

"come down!! do you wanna go to the plaza?!"

"sí!!! wait for me"

coco rushed down the stairs, puts on her shoes her mamá made for her and went out with julio.

they walked out to the streets and went to the plaza

"julio, i cant let mamá see us at the plaza, especially the plaza is crawling with mariachis! anddd music!"

"sí sí! don't worry coco, i'll be here to protect you, just have fun"

they arrived at the plaza, coco is kinda hungry since imelda havent made their dinner and not back yet. julio told coco to stay and wait for him

"i'm hungry i should've ate something before going out, these people selling things made my stomach grow!"

"oh, stay there yes? i'll be right back"

"oh o-okay.. hehe?"

coco sat on the bench and watched the mariachis play, she sang along and smiles while waiting for julio to come back

julio went to buy some pan dulce and limonada (a mexican bread and lemonade) it costed 15 pesos and 10 pesos total 20 pesos not that bad so julio doesnt need to worry, he also wanted coco not to starve since he's the one who invited coco to go out in a sunny day.

julio came back and saw coco just standing there and watching the mariachis play music and she dances, julio smiled and that made his heart melt <3

"coco! here."

"julio! wh-"

"i didnt want you to starve so here take this, dont worry about me i already ate, go feed your barriga hambrienta (hungry tummy)"

"oh julio you don't need to do this! i'm fine"

"no no please go eat mamá imelda would get mad"

"*giggles* gracías julio, gracías."

"no hay problema coco!"

they sat there and watch the bands play their favorite songs, after coco eats, poco loco plays and julio stood up to her and held his hand to her

"dance señorita?"

coco laughs and danced along with julio happily beside the band, as the music plays, their feet moves, her dress sways, coco enjoys every moment with julio

"you're the best julio, thankyou."

"anything to make you happy"

imelda is going home, she went her way to the plaza and noticed a girl with a braid and knew its coco,

"is that..coco? ugh i knew she's with that idiota again! anddd at the plaza!"

she madly walked towards the two bestfriends

"coco!"

"mamá!...."

"didnt i tell you not to go to the plaza!"

julio stands behind because he knows how imelda gets mad. imelda doesnt hate julio its just that julio gets away with coco and plays and listens to music with her and imelda hates music though julio knows that but he also knows coco loves it and he's the only one who can listen and get along with her. (so maybe when they got married, julio just accepted the banning of music and stayed with coco cuz he loves her, its impossible that coco never told julio about her obsession with music. and maybe julio forgot and ignored music bcz of mama imelda and he got used to the ban of it but coco never did. this is just how i imagine it)

"but mama por favor(please)..."

"you! are coming home. NOW!"

"perdon(sorry)julio."

"its okay! goodnight coco.."

imelda walked away to the plaza to their home

coco waved bye to julio and went with her mamá.

when they arrived home, imelda puts her groceries at the table, coco sat at the chair, house is silent. imelda gave coco an angry stare

"why are you so hard to listen?! didnt i tell you to never go to the plaza and never listen to music! you know plaza is always crowded with mariachis!"

imelda shouts at her, coco stares at her angrily and

"what about it mamá?! can't i have fun? just for one day!?? why do you always have to do this!? and what's wrong with listening to music?! WHY?!"

"didnt i banned music? thats why you shouldnt listen! you're never allowed to go out without my permission and next time i dont ever want to see you with julio again, EVER AGAIN!" imelda points a finger to coco and giving her a warning, coco is not done with it yet, but imelda turned around to fix the food she bought.

"why does music bother you? why did you ban it? and why did you tore papa's picture on our photo?! MAMÁ ANSWER ME! WHATS THE REASON FOR BANNING MUSIC?!"

imelda slams the bottle of avocado oil and turns around in shock and anger that she couldnt handle what's going on anymore

"BECAUSE IT ALWAYS REMINDS ME OF YOUR PAPÁ! IT BREAKS MY HEART COCO. HEARING MUSIC BREAKS ME!"

coco went silent and felt sorry for it. imelda walked away with tears going to her room

"mamà...."

imelda shutted the door and leans on the door breaking down, breathing heavily till she sat on the floor, she remembers hector leaving, she hears his goodbyes and misses his kisses, she miss his hugs and remembered their sweet moments, she was crying a lot and in pain. she hates herself when she's like this. remembering the love of her life is her weakness. she couldnt stop crying, all what coco said keeps playing on her head. why does music really bother me? why does it remind me of him? i already forgot about him! i already did! and this shouldnt be happening, it shouldnt make me cry! i shouldnt be crying over that man! that man who left us! but that still doesnt make her stop crying, it made her more cry on her knees, tears dropping on her dress and heart beating fast. coco doesnt know what to do, so she just waited for her to go out and say sorry.

imelda went out and wiped her nose and tears, coco is sitting on the chair and just staring at the floor, imelda went to the kitchen and makes tamales for dinner, after preparing she sets the table and called coco to eat

"dinner, coco."

house is full of silence and you can only hear the spoon fork and wind, coco sat in front of imelda and before she eats

"im sorry mamá. i never thought about it, i wish i knew"

"eat your dinner coco its gonna get cold. "

and they started to eat their dinner.

thats all i hope its not that bad, im really bad at writing but i just want to share my coco imagines or my coco imagines that i think happened that wasnt included in the movie or was never thought by the coco directors

#pixar coco #coco #ernesto de la cruz #imelda rivera #coco rivera #mama coco #fanfic #coco fanfiction

[battlestar-royco]

pls what are your thoughts on happiest season

I will gladly give them, under a spoiler cut!!! tl,dr: 4/5 stars.

So it didn’t push many boundaries or rend my heart in two (which is okay! not all queer movies need to or should do this), but it was pretty much what I expected it to be and it accomplished exactly what it set out to do. Despite the occasional pacing/comedic beats that didn’t work, you could really feel the love that all these queer creators put into the story at ever moment. The mission was clearly to deliver a cozy holiday rom com for The Gays, and that’s what it was, so I applaud it for that.

The cast was a major highlight for me. Dan Levy was essentially reprising his Schitt’s Creek character but his friendship with Abby was such a great display of mlm/wlw solidarity I didn’t mind. Tbh I was afraid of Kristen Stewart doing comedy at first, but she found her stride and seemed way more comfortable in this role than others. And her wardrobe really... lksdlkskldlksd gave the gays everything they want. As a person who was very meh on Parks and Rec, I was so surprised to find that Aubrey Plaza stole every scene for me. I am very invested in her character omfg. And Mackenzie Davis has also never let me down.

All that said, here are my critiques: I wish we could’ve seen more positive aspects of Abby and Harper’s relationship. I totally understand all the reasoning behind Harper’s behavior, but the movie does her character and the main ship a disservice by mostly showing the high-school-regressed version of Harper. No wonder everyone ships Abby with Riley. They could’ve also maybe given Riley a flaw to make Harper seem more favorable or had all three of them end up together kslslkskd :(? I also could’ve done without that outing scene. So fucked up, and because it’s comedy they couldn’t thoroughly address the ramifications without making it more serious of a movie. Finally, this isn’t as big of a thing for me, but it would’ve been interesting to make Harper bi (rather than a lesbian) considering her history with that guy from home.

Overall it’s a flawed but very special and soft movie, and I hope it paves the way for more queer movies (especially about QPOC and trans people) that aren’t focused on Being Queer. I’d love to see more wlw rom coms in this vein, as well as more angsty and non-tragic wlw relationships because so many err more on the cutesy, soft side (ie San Junipero) than the charged, thrilling side (ie Killing Eve). Basically what I’m saying is more wlw ships in all forms plsss

#happiest season #flwrwitch #answered

[dazais-guardian-angel]

This post has been sitting in my drafts since like mid-November around when I finished replaying the game, long enough for me to write and upload a fic about some of the concepts I wrote here, what the fuck. DGS brainrot is real. But aNYWAY finally, here are my massive thoughts on Unwound Future, the golden child of the PL series. This is literally *checks* 8k words, because I can never shut up!! and because there is just SO much going on in this game at all times, so many different interweaving plot threads and funny moments and incredible, fascinating characterization, especially combined with the games that come after it; I just had SO much to say. So much analyzing and headcanons and crying galore. :’) There’s a reason this is considered the best game, and that’s why I had so damn much to talk about.

behold the incoherent, rambling, unconnected mess of a novel that I hope makes a modicum of sense under the cut:

Continuing the trend, this game has simply AMAZING graphics/art/music, with a huge uptick in cutscenes and voice acting, and I feel like the sound/music quality is greatly improved too? I love the main bgm for London in this game, never really remembered loving it before, but it’s just *chef’s kiss* and so is the song that plays in other areas like the hospital and subway

Quickly mentioning the gameplay, I really love all the minigames, and the storybooks are especially hilarious to play with putting the wrong things in the spaces to create mad libs-esque crack that makes no sense; it’s so fun lmao

The beginning flashback segment with the time machine demonstration is honestly just so funny, for so many different reasons: Dimitri droning on and on with time travel technobabble while Luke, Bill, Chelmey, and Barton represent the definitive last four brain cells. Hershel being skeptical about successful time travel after all the magical shit they went through just like a year or two ago. The way that Bill’s sprite slowly and nervously shuffles onscreen after Dimitri calls him to the stage, like omg I don’t know why that cracks me up so much but it does. Dimitri’s lowkey savage shade he’s throwing at Bill throughout this whole thing. The way Bill says “wHAT” when Dimitri asks him to help, clearly about to shit his pants. Dimitri just standing there completely unfazed as the smoke from the machine flies past him. And of course, “sOmEtHiNg’S gOnE vErY wRoNg!”

…okay but in all seriousness, am I just stupid or do they never explain how they get Bill to the underground city, like the machine CLEARLY explodes with him in it, there was no secret elevator built into the thing like at the clock shop, so…???

also the presenter’s voice is really funny lmao

Still disagree that this is the biggest mystery they’ve ever encountered, despite being near the top; Luke you say that literally every game!! so what is the truth!!

Spring’s face is terrifying as FUCK in the two cutscenes in the clock shop… why they decided to show both of them in ominous, shadowed lighting in those scenes I do not understand a;lskdl;fds

I need someone to draw a diagram of how exactly the shop looks as a giant elevator because frankly I still can’t wrap my brain around it-

THE FACT THAT WE NEVER GET TO MAKE UP WITH HAZEL IS A TRAVESTY, HONESTLY

Belle… why…… ugh

Wish they’d had “Schrader” drop a casual nod to the events of Diabolical Box; it would have been cool :’) (especially since this is Paul so he’d know about all that)

College-age Hershel is just….. the pinnacle of adorableness. someone protect him from all the pain

One of the few flaws/plot holes in the story of Unwound Future that I only noticed during this replay with more media under my belt, is the that the developers didn’t really decide on what kind of time travel they wanted to portray, or more likely just didn’t scrutinize Clive’s fake role enough when writing it. This is blatantly obvious upon the very first meeting with Clive where he desires to test Hershel to make sure he’s really him. Obviously in a closed loop scenario, everything Luke and Hershel are doing “Future Luke” should remember doing himself in his past, so a test would not be necessary; this is a major trip-up on his part that it’s very odd Hershel doesn’t notice for how smart he is, imo. However, later on when meeting “Future Layton”, Paul calls Dimitri out on this exact principle, proving that he’s not actually Future Layton because he doesn’t remember the absence of a pen in Hershel’s pocket in this moment in his past, and it’s a nice little touch that Paul, on the other hand, an actual scientist, would mention this. Back to Future Luke, though, he should know how everything goes down with stopping Future Layton, because he lived it all as a child with Hershel, which makes it even more dubious to the fact that after seeing all this, Hershel still goes dark and everything plays out the exact same way it’s portrayed in the “future” of the game; it’s the idea that destined fate can’t be changed, but the suspension of disbelief is quite high, especially since we already doubt that Hershel would ever do such a thing, knowing what kind of person he is. Of course this wouldn’t be the case in an open-loop/branching timelines universe, but since the game uses the former type with the pen argument (and something else important I’ll mention in a second), I feel like the rest of the game should have adopted this idea as well and addressed it. Because Dimitri is outed via the fact that he should have memory of things he doesn’t, so it would have been easy to simply add Hershel adding that argument into his final explanation in the bar (”my suspicions were first raised when we first met Big Luke, and he didn’t know if I was really who I said I was- [etc etc]”). Even if they didn’t want Hershel to bring this up early else the entire story would fall apart, they could simply draw attention to the fact that he notices something in these moments, like with a “...” or “Hmm”, and then he explains it at the end like I said. Interestingly enough, Clive actually addresses these concepts at one point in the game with Luke in the statue plaza: he doesn’t want to tell Luke how things play out in his future, so that… things play out the way they’re supposed to…? Even though his entire story here is that he wished Hershel hadn’t gone dark and distanced from him, and ruined the city? But then he makes the suggestion that they could instead be operating on an open-loop/multiple timelines system, where in his past he never travelled to the future, but in our Luke and Hershel’s timeline they do. This is only a hypothetical he gives though, with him seeming unsure of how things truly are, which… again, in this story he’s concocted, he should know for sure, because if he doesn’t “remember” time traveling and how everything went down, then they’re operating on different timelines and it shouldn’t matter how much he tells Luke about his future. You can definitely argue that in-universe Clive didn’t think all this through when planning his dialogue for this role (but I honestly find that hard to believe, since he’s so intelligent, and he nailed the realism of everything else to a T), but it’s obvious just that the writers didn’t think it through, because like I said Hershel really should have picked up on his blunder when they first met, as well as later when Clive is surprised to see Flora suddenly with them and didn’t know for a fact that she and Chelmey/Barton would arrive there. Since the time travel scenario in 99% of the game isn’t actually real, I don’t entirely fault the writers for not getting every single detail right… and yet, that 1% exists where time travel is real, with Claire’s situation. It’s a very isolated incident though that wouldn’t be replicated, with only her going to the future… and yet, she does return to the past again, if only for a split second before dying and thus not enough time to do anything with her future knowledge, the real thing to note here being that they took care to show that she was wearing the same outfit when she died that she gets in the future, one she wasn’t wearing when she entered the lab originally. So they DID think about some things very well, like such a minor and easily-overlooked detail here (but that blows your mind once you realize it). All this is hardly enough to ruin the game or break the immersion completely though, especially since the player is already predisposed to heavily doubt everything with PL’s “the town is a lie” track record lmao, but I can’t help but be bothered by it now after playing games like Zero Escape and watching time travel shows like netflix’s Dark, which have bootstrap parodoxes and timeloops galore looool. My friend who watched me play the game blind this time around brought up all these questions as Clive said things, as someone who didn’t know if it would end up being real or not, and so I spent a lot of time puzzling (har har) it out with her… even though it wouldn’t matter lmao.

……In short, if it wasn’t obvious, despite Unwound Future’s time travel setup being completely fake, I’m really fascinated by the notion of how it would all work if it was real. >.> …and I mean, I know I’m not the first one; monocle Layton aus are popular, after all, but I don’t really care quite as much about the allure of an “evil Layton” as I do just about how everything else would be, I think.

Because, like, lets be real? taking the prequels into account with Unwound Future’s proposed setup, the potential is endless. It honestly KILLS me that the prequels didn’t exist yet at the time of UF, because!! so many people from Hershel’s past!!! SO MANY REASONS FOR HIM TO WANT TO HARNASS TIME TRAVEL AND CHANGE THE PAST, NOT JUST FOR CLAIRE’S SAKE. FOR RANHENGELA’S SAKE. FOR LUKE AND EMMY’S SAKE. FOR HIS PARENTS’ SAKE. FOR DESMOND. listen, listen, you don’t understand how much the idea of Desmond being involved in UF’s concepts destroys me. I wrote about this in my last fic but. imagine if Desmond learned about Hershel going down a dark path for his sake and everyone else’s, just like he did. Or imagine if, instead of Hershel being the one to do it, it was Desmond himself; he’s willing to play the bad guy once again, one very final, this time definitely final, time, if it means he can undo everything that caused all of them so much pain in the first place: his betrayals, the death of his former wife, he and Theodore’s separation, their father’s betrayal, ALL of it, and Hershel would never know. When Luke first is like “oh it’s gotta be Don Paolo right” and Clive says no, i LITERALLY screamed “BUT IT COULD BE DESCOLE!!”. JUST. PAIN. And where would Randall be in this future; what would he, too, think if it was Hershel going after time travel? Imagine him trying to smack some sense into him just like Hershel does in MM, trying to tell him that despite those lost 18 years of his life, despite everything wrong he ended up doing, he’s still happy, and so are Henry and Angela. So is Desmond. And Emmy, she wouldn’t want undone those years she had with Hershel and Luke and then Aurora and Desmond, despite how sadly it ended. Just… so much pain. So much potential. I hurt :’)

and adding on to this, i love love LOVE the idea of Clive knowing about some of this stuff in Hershel’s past, in order to faithfully play his role as Future Luke. Like obviously he wasn’t in Misthallory with them all, he wasn’t on the island in ED, he wasn’t at Monte’dor, and he wasn’t on the Bostonius or at all those Azran ruins that I can’t remember the names of right now, of course he wouldn’t know the intimate, specific details of what all went down, but if there was just one npc who was in the right place at the right time at any of these locations, who knows what beans they could spill? Maybe even an ex-Targent person or something. Hell, fucking Bronev is in jail for at least a little while before the events of UF. There are possibly MANY people Clive could have gotten information from to pull off this role - he’s a reporter, he’s skilled at digging for stuff. Not to mention just reading and hearing about large incidents in the news. And this makes his character so much better because he’s admired Hershel for so long, grateful that he saved his life all this time, to the point that he asks him to unknowingly come and save him again… and he most definitely didn’t know back when he first encountered Hershel that he’d already experienced so much loss and pain as well (some of which Hershel hadn’t even gone through yet by that point), but learning about everything he’s suffered? I think it would really affect him, and possibly contribute to why he asks him for his help in the first place in UF: because Hershel has suffered just as much as he has, and he feels a connection to him, feels like he can relate to him, and wants someone who can empathize with him, and show him how to cope. All of these reasons and emotions would probably be completely on an unconscious level, but they would exist - he’d use this limited but meaningful knowledge to try to connect with Hershel more when he’s still in Future Luke mode, to try to convince him he’s really Luke, at first, but unconsciously it’d be an effort to get closer to him emotionally, which is what he truly desires deep down, until his so-called act somewhat stops being an act, and talking about these things makes his vulnerabilities start to show (again, i wrote a fic about this). This all just adds to why Hershel is the perfect person to help and support Clive - the prequels make their similarities even stronger, more than just with Hershel losing Claire, and those accidental parallels when the writers hadn’t even conceived the prequel trilogy at the time of UF are just *chef’s kiss* beautiful.

THE CASINO SCENE IS JUST ICONIC, IT’S SO FUNNY. LUKE BEING SCARED OF THE SHOOTING AND HERSHEL JUST DITCHING HIM. CLIVE’S LITTLE HOP AND ROLL BEHIND THE SLOT MACHINES. THE SLOT MACHINE GUN IN GENERAL. THE CLONE FAMILY MEMBERS FALLING OVER LIKE DOMINOS UPON BEING HIT. BOSTRO CRYING AND SPLINTERS AND LOCKJAW RUNNING IN CIRCLES PANICKING WHILE LAYMAN JUST IS LITERALLY PUSHED BACK SLOWLY WITH ONLY A CHAIR TO DEFEND HIMSELF, I CANNOT STRESS ENOUGH HOW FUNNY LAYMAN AS A CHARACTER IS TO ME. it’s just so glorious, oh my god. this series is ridiculous i love it so much lmao

Luke wanting to use the time machine though… there are so many reasons why he might want to, mainly from Azran Legacy. :’)

The statue is the worst thing ever for multiple reasons. The fact that it represents Hershel & Luke’s relationship, the two main characters, who have been through so much together and have such a strong bond that can never be broken, and how it ties into the whole Evil Layton scenario and seems to foreshadow that their bond does end up breaking, as “Future Luke” seems to be proof of (though the game doesn’t really put much emphasis on this; Luke is more worried about the fact that he’s moving away soon straining their relationship, and not the whole Future Layton thing. imo it would have been interesting to see his actual thoughts on/feelings about it, since he’s surprisingly calm throughout the entire game before the reveals happen; you can argue he just has complete faith in Hershel and doesn’t think he would ever go dark, but then why doesn’t he bring this up, insist that this can’t be true? I think he should have). The fact that as I just said it foreshadows how Luke will leave Hershel at the end of the game, something that Luke worries about later on in the game. And most of all, the biggest, worst thing it foreshadows… Hershel’s relationship with Clive. Clive had that statue made himself, put it in his giant set. He WANTS that kind of mentor-student bond with Hershel, that’s how he sees them, just from their one interaction in front of the exploding buildings… or at least, that’s how he wants to see it. He sees how close Hershel and Luke are throughout the entire game, and he yearns for that kind of bond with Hershel, too. The fact that the boy in the statue story has an illness that he eventually dies from, but that their friendship withstands… it’s probably meant to represent Clive’s insanity, that he hopes Hershel will save him from - he is Clive’s light of hope in his despair. Or, to be more accurate to the statue, even if Clive’s madness ends up killing him (which it very nearly does, and by that point he fully expects that it will), he’ll still have had those memories of that time he spent with him, and Hershel will never forget him, and that will mean something special. man though can you imagine an AU where Clive is literally terminally ill too, and that’s why he’s yolo-ing this entire thing so hard and doesn’t care if it ends up killing him in the end, at least he got to be with Hershel one more day; ahahahaha turn up the angsttttttttttttt-

Shmelmey and Shmarton do not at all look like Chelmey and Barton, smh

For everything Clive accounted for with his role and setting, he’s honestly way too rude and crass sometimes to be Luke lmao, even if you try to imagine a world where Hershel did go dark and Luke was changed by it… at least imo

the like 4 puzzles that give Clive’s solving animations/dialogue are the most serotonin-boosting things in the world

“you will come back, won’t you?” Clive asks Hershel about his trip to visit Chelmey, desperately wanting him to stop him before it’s too late :’)

Rosetta and her....... sessions....... with Hershel........ hajkkALSKDLD

Okay but Hershel is kind of dickish sometimes though, despite his whole “gentleman” thing??? There’s the elephant in the room which I’ll Get To, but like first he guilt-trips Chelmey into getting him access to confidential information about the lab explosion, and then he has the absolute balls to tell him “Bill Hawks is being held in the future” and that’s IT. No explanation, nothing else, just THAT, and then he LEAVES, after he’d promised to share every last detail with him. I don’t blame Chelmey at all for tailing them and barging in to get information himself, like damn Hershel, why so savage sometimes in not a good way

which brings me to Ranting About Flora’s Treatment, Part 3: The Finale. Y’all I literally cannot even BEGIN to describe how much the way Hershel and Luke treat Flora in UF specifically makes me seethe..... It was already bad in DB, no doubt, but in this game they are straight-up rude to her, mostly Hershel, for absolutely no reason, and I CANNOT fathom why. He constantly makes the excuse that he’s concerned for her safety, and that the places they’re going to are too dangerous for her, but it all exudes a level of thinly-veiled annoyance, even confusion as to why Flora is so upset that they never bring her along and wants to go with them at all... almost like her “frail” feminine appearance (which isn’t helped by how the games make her feel sick or dizzy or tired multiple times), compared to someone like Emmy who could fight and has more masculine traits, means she’s less capable in Hershel’s mind, which, like, even if it’s unconscious on his part... how about no?? I could accept being worried about her, even if I’m still frustrated at her being left behind, and her constant kidnapping (which isn’t Hershel’s fault, even if he probablyyy could do a better job both times at protecting her), but I CANNOT excuse how short and dismissive Hershel is with her in this damn game; it honestly borders on ooc to me for him, I don’t know what the writers were thinking; do they just hate Flora that freaking much??? He treats her like a burden the entire time, apologizes to people for her, acts irritated at having to accommodate for her, when poor Flora just wants to spend time with him and feel like an equal to him and Luke. Meanwhile Clive of all people is the first one to treat her with kindness and respect and pleasure to see her when they first meet, like when Luke bitches about Flora being excited to see the river and not taking things seriously and Clive tells him to go easy on her (Clive, the one who has been rushing them along this entire time himself). honestly can see why it’s so easy to ship them, when literally everyone else treats her like crap It’s SO depressing honestly. Flora asks them if they thought to wonder where her future self was, and Hershel is just like hhhhh we’re kinda busy thinking about... you know.... important things... sorry not sorry....... like BITCH I WILL STRANGLE YOU, BE NICER TO YOUR DAUGHTER!!! Luke at least is a kid, but Hershel??? there’s no excuse!!! Luke be like “damn I hope Becky doesn’t look down on us for leaving Flora behind... >.>” THEY KNOW. THEY KNOW IT’S NOT RIGHT BUT THEY DON’T CARE AND DO IT ANYWAY. I’M SO MAD

Beasly just gets... straight-up murdered yo... between him and Subject 3, what were they smoking when coming up with the animals in this game, jfc. Test subject animals?? that’s unnervingly dark, despite how glossed over it is and how hilarious Subject 3 is a;lksd

LUKE LOVES SHERLOCK HOLMES THIS IS NOT A DRILL. THE DGS CROSSOVER IS WAITING, LEVEL-5 AND CAPCOM. MAKE LUKE’S (AND MY) DREAMS A REALITY

the intentional zoom-in on Clive’s sinister face in front of the tower will never not amuse me, and baffle me as to why they drew attention to it lmaooo

And okay back to time travel bullshit shenanigans, WHY the fuck does Dimitri not pick up on why him not remembering about the pen is such a big deal as soon as Paul first brings it up?? bruh. bruh. aren’t you a fucking TIME TRAVEL SCIENTIST. WHY DO YOU NOT KNOW SUCH A BASIC CONCEPT THAT BREAKS YOUR WHOLE FACADE IN SECONDS. It’d be one thing if he just couldn’t provide the right answer, but no, he straight-up HAS NO IDEA WHY HE SHOULD HAVE TO KNOW ABOUT THE PEN. “HOW THE FUCK SHOULD I KNOW-” bruhhhh. Dimitri. my dude. i love you but you are actually so dumb sometimes, like holy shit (more on this later though)

Paul talking to Dimitri about his plan is really good; he has a “...” moment before telling him what he’s doing can’t be excused, like “oh shit let me jump on board, wait fuck i gotta stay in character, Layton is a wuss he would never agree to this god dammit Layton-”. jokes aside though, I’m honestly confused as to how much he actually knew before Dimitri’s exposition in the pagoda, and why exactly he goes along with helping Hershel stop him... and what Dimitri was thinking roping him into this. Because I can’t really figure out Paul’s motives here and how they changed, if they did at all. The only information we get about how he first became involved is that Dimitri was paying him a lot of money to get Hershel to the pagoda and to him - he knows that “future London” isn’t real, he knows Future Layton isn’t real, so the extent of his knowledge seems to be that “this man wants to screw Layton over somehow and is giving me $$$ to get it done; there’s no downside here, never mind this suspicious as fuck fake London and all these people that shouldn’t be here”, but then Hershel gave him more information, probably that Claire was involved in what Dimitri was doing, and his concerns about a traitor being involved if he had already begun to suspect Clive by that point, and then he suddenly decided to turn against Dimitri? Even though you’d think saving Claire would be a reason for him to want to help him...? Or did he plan to turn against him from the very start, and wanted Hershel to come because he knew he could stop all this (part of his character development)? The latter is the most likely, though I still don’t entirely understand or maybe I’m just having a brain fart, that’s very likely too. And Dimitri on the other hand, did he know that Paul liked Claire too and would want to save her (and maybe about his salt for Hershel too), and that’s why he got his help? That makes more sense... but also doesn’t, cause as I said it seems like Paul didn’t know Claire was involved until Hershel told him and then Dimitri told everyone at the pagoda, so maybe he literally just said “here’s some money, help me fuck over Layton, not telling how” and just trusted in him that much, even though Paul is an evil genius who could and does put a stop to all his plans with his machines... once again, Dimitri looking dumb....

Clive, in the most deadpan voice ever at the top of the pagoda: oh no, the prime minister is in danger, someone help him

Flora as they’re escaping the tower: “professor no please take me with you instead of future Luke” Hershel: *ignores her feelings and makes a decision for her yet again* Clive: “shhh don’t worry Flora; i know i’m going to kidnap you in like an hour but i’m just trying to rescue you from these insensitive jerks. not Don Paolo though; he’s a gentleman.”

It’s interesting to me that Luke and Hershel keep acting as if Future Luke and future London are legit even after Future Layton has been revealed to be a fake. Hershel at least probably knows none of it is real by now, even if he hasn’t exactly figured out Clive’s role in everything yet, and is just not revealing his knowledge for now, but Luke is still rolling with it... wonder what’s going through his mind by this point. again, it frustrates me that Luke really has no emotional reaction to anything in UF, aside from the statue and his worries about leaving Hershel soon and how that in particular will affect their relationship

I also wonder what Clive is thinking by this point. Now that the Future Layton jig is up, what kind of story is he going with now? We never find out because Hershel reveals everything completely the next time Clive joins up with them again, but in the (unreasonable) case that he hadn’t, would Clive have just acted like he didn’t know that Alain Stahngun was actually someone named Dimitri, who was actually pretending to be Layton, and that the real Layton was somewhere else out there that they needed to find? I don’t know WHY I’m so interested in details like these that don’t matter at all in the long run a;lksdfklfd, but I am... he tells Flora to continue the “investigation” without him, so clearly he still had something in mind, and didn’t expect Hershel to out him quite so soon after that even if deep down he wanted it

Chelmey really cares for Barton and it’s actually so sweet, oml :’)

I didn’t really praise Paul’s character development in this game enough before, but I really do love it, even if I don’t quite understand the circumstances that started it. It’s not something I would have expected with how he’s presented in CV and DB, but it’s very nice to see this be the culmination of his character, and it’s kinda sad that it feels a bit more natural than Descole’s sudden shift in backstory/character between ED and MM/AL... It’s very funny and good to see him and Luke bicker at each other, and how he seems to have a soft spot for Flora... it’s all cute. I just wish there’d been a bit more time for him to talk to them, but that’s what fanfic is for

Don’t make me have to see Hershel beaten up in the street :’(

The sprite of Dimitri standing in the bar is incredibly hot.... damn why are all the older male characters my type >.>

Alright but it’s about time I finally talk about Dimitri without dissing him for being stupid sometimes and say that in short, I love him. He might even be my favorite new character in UF, even more than Clive; I don’t know if it’s just the Liam O’Brian Tragic Sexy Tired Villain effect or what (nah let’s be real, that’s a huge part of it lmao), but he’s fantastic and utterly breaks my heart, in a much more understated way than how the game shoves Clive’s angst in your face, but his tragedy is nonetheless impossible to ignore. The flashback with young Dimitri is my favorite scene in the entire game, it is devastating and feels so cinematic, so raw and painful, and I’m glad they animated that part because it humanizes him so much more. Claire was his everything, he loved her so much, but it is so obvious to me (and to a lot of the fandom too, I think) that his love was entirely selfless - he might have been a little sad, but he was still mostly content letting Hershel have her, and when it comes to after her death, Dimitri would have been absolutely happy not being able to have her if he managed to save her life; he just wanted her to live. He was in love with her, yes, but he also loved her, as a friend, as a scientist, as a person whose time was cut far too short for entirely selfish and unnecessary reasons, and the majority of his anger and bitterness and drive came from a desire to fix such an injustice - to save an innocent person’s life. And the saddest part of him doing all this and trying to sustain Claire’s existence in the present once he finds her, if you go with the closed loop time travel theory, is that Dimitri should already know it’s impossible for him to succeed in this as long as he remembers finding her body in the past - him succeeding would create a paradox, thus, he can’t save her. But he’s so deep in his despair and obsession and insistence on preserving her life that I don’t think he ever stops to think about this - or he does, but refuses to acknowledge it. I’m sure he was incredibly sweet and kind and soft in the past, with her, and with his passion, and it’s heartbreaking to see how broken he is now, how miserable and tired he is, how much everything changed him. And wanting to get back at someone like Bill, who had it all to begin with and then carelessly used them to gain even more, well, I don’t blame him for that. >_> Not to mention his relationship with Clive, which is all kinds of fascinating to think about: the most chaotic, dysfunctional mess of a half-business partnership half-father/son relationship there is, ahaha... Both of them are unhealthy to the extreme in different ways, but with how much time they spent together, it’s inevitable they had vulnerable moments around each other... Clive is the only other person Dimitri would have around during his research to possibly grow to care about, even if it was entirely unconsciously. Learning he was using him would, well, ruin their relationship even more than it was already messed up, but maybe he would visit Clive in prison at least once, assuming Hershel was. I just crave content for them, ugh. Dimitri just deserved so much better, he makes me so sad </3 and I honestly hate that we don’t get to see him say goodbye to Claire at the end before Hershel; sure it would have utterly killed me, but surely he deserved that much...

The utter, frankly amazing, stupidity of Flora’s kidnapping has been stated everywhere, we all know it, but just.... yeah. smh

Seeing the mobile fortress be like *war flashbacks to the Detragon* “Not This Shit Again” Hershel why tf you putting Luke in more danger AGAIN???

The car scenes with the mobile fortress are, at least to me, the funniest parts of the entire game, even better than the casino, oh my god they’re AMAZING. Luke screaming and flailing his arms while Hershel deadpan flings the car towards the fortress, all the bumps they hit riding across it later on, the car just FALLING and Bill almost falling out of it, and then the plane, all the while Hershel displays no more than mild frustration while everyone else is PANICKING... “a plane? This is an automobile!” ...iconic. top PL moments ever. Luke don’t you recall the time when Hershel built an entire mini plane out of a chainsaw and a barrel in ED, come on now

Onto Claire. Claire doesn’t get much screentime, but some of the moments she does have are very good; she’s one of the best and most fleshed-out female PL characters imo, and like a lot of things, I appreciate her a lot more after this replay than I did years ago... LayClaire is a cute ship and all, but I was never really obsessed with it; rather, I’m realizing now I’m more invested in what Claire has to offer by herself. I hate to use the term “strong female character” cause that sounds so cliche... but she really is strong. The entire part with her wanting to save Clive, their conversation, and her bringing him out... god it gets me, it really does. She’s known she’s going to die for ages, and at this point in the game she knows it could be any moment now, so she has no reason to try to keep herself safe; she’s doomed no matter what, so she might as well spend the last few minutes of her life saving another life, and not just anyone: someone who’s just killed countless people, who anyone else would see as insane, who doesn’t care for her, doesn’t care if he lives or dies - but Claire is compassionate enough that, despite everything, she fiercely believes he deserves to live. Because of her own guilt and sins she believes she bears, yes, but also simply because she believes he can still change, and doesn’t deserve to die, despite the HORRIBLE atrocity he just committed. She’s just that good a person. It’s no wonder she and Hershel loved each other and were made for each other; both of them are such kind, loving, selfless people who see the best in anyone no matter what. Perhaps she hoped and suspected that Hershel would look out for and care for Clive once he was in prison, so she wanted to make sure that could happen, even if she wouldn’t be around to ever see it.

sorry I just get really emotional about this part, about the entire mood and tone of Claire desperately trying to save this kid, and the way the camera focuses on the massive scale of the fortress and how it dwarfs them in size... It’s a really powerful and melancholic scene (just like Dimitri’s flashback scene; have I mentioned how much I adore the atmosphere and cinematic direction of this game? cause god I do) with the knowledge of her real identity and circumstances, the visuals and the music are so good, ugh i just have so many feels. mom Claire hurts me </3 she’s so good... Despite the fact that she dies, and so much of what everyone is doing is because of her death, her presence in the story is so strong, and it never feels like her only purpose is to die for everyone else’s development and that’s it (unlike... well, a lot of other pl females :’); she has her own things to do, she stops the fortress alongside Hershel, and literally saves the main antagonist’s life. Seriously I just adore the fact that she of all people is the one to rescue Clive in the end even though she wasn’t at all obligated to (although I’d be interested and cry over an AU where Hershel saves him instead; it honestly surprises me that he wasn’t going to until Claire said something...), because Clive is the only character (of the adults) who doesn’t have a direct relationship with Claire, but they’re still connected by the explosion, and so it makes for an interesting and terribly sad dynamic, even if they only have a few minutes with each other, for all the reasons I said earlier. Claire doesn’t think what he did was right, but she knows what she and the other scientists did wasn’t right either - and it’s too late for her now, but it’s not too late for him; she knows he has a kind heart, deep down, and that he needs help if he wants to redeem himself. She feels responsible for him, feels like she owes him that second chance, after indirectly taking his parents from him and causing him such misery and brokenness... She’s so brave and strong-willed to be able to do and admit all that she does; I just love her. It clearly kills her to leave Hershel, I don’t think she intended at first to ever let him know who she was (hence Celeste), but she’s not too upset in the end, because she (rightly) knows that he will be all right. ;; She’s so beautiful, too... wish we could have seen her interact with so many of the other characters </3

and so my favorite “insert Descole into the main trilogy” AU is where Descole intercepts Claire and makes some sort of body for her, like how everyone headcanons that for Aurora post-AL. (or/also just mobile fortress vs. Descole robots, that’s cool too lol)

And finally, Clive, the infamous star of Unwound Future, thought I talked about him a bit already (and also in this post a few weeks ago). Clive is probably the PL series’ best written villain Anton excluded, I absolutely love him, like everyone does. Nothing really about him hasn’t been done before elsewhere, but that’s not a bad thing; when I was younger and first played the game I really only paid attention to his sympathetic side, but now I’ve also grown an appreciation and fondness for that kind of unabashedly awful, manic, evil insanity a villain like him has, it’s just SO entertaining to watch. If PL was a more mature/higher rated series I’d love to see his chaotic crazed energy played up even more, just to really hammer in how messed up he is, ahaha, but of course that would make it harder to sympathize with him..... and unfortunately, it already is kind of hard, because.... shit, the number of people he must have killed? It’s a LOT. A FUCKTON. The level of sympathy the game gives Clive and the way it presents him at the end is not at ALL relative to the astronomical amount of people that had to have been squashed to death by his machine, to the point that it honestly makes me uncomfortable, and I try to just retcon that in my head, as hard as it is to imagine a scenario where that thing could have come up to London and not hit any houses, because like..... There’s no coming back from that. He knew exactly what he was doing, madness or not, and I honestly just... don’t want him to be such a mass murderer. Maybe it’s wrong to ignore it, but the game wants me to feel sorry for him and see his potential for redemption, and his relationship with Hershel is so good... dammit game, why’d you have to show those houses being crushed. Ugh. Because Clive is so compelling as someone who feels betrayed by people in power, who desires revenge not only for himself but for all the people who suffered just like he has that he says he bore witness to as a reporter; it’s a very relatable position and a good story, for his well-meaning intentions to be skewed and lost in the midst of his rage and despair and hatred and insanity, where his very valid point of “hey people in government are fucked up and don’t give a shit about us and that needs to change” gets turned into “they all need to die even if the very innocent people I want to save get hurt by this as well”, and I really wish that whole angle of it had been played up a bit more, and there had been more of an opportunity for Hershel to reason with him and argue that in the midst of his blind need for revenge, he’s become even worse than the people who need justice handed to them (cue some Descole allusionssss). He wouldn’t have to win him over, Clive is already too deep by that point despite how much he wanted to be stopped, but just having more of that than just what happens in the surveillance room would have been sooooooo good, I love that conversation. It would have made Clive even better and really drive home that he’s 1) kinda right about some things and wants better for people 2) still very fucking wrong and selfish at the same time and has taken it all way too far 3) very fucked up and broken. Not that the third point isn’t already abundantly clear, but... yeah. It would have given him even more depth, made him more sympathetic, and helped juuust a little to offset how much the game handwaves his mass murders... just a little... One of my favorite Clive scenes though is when the fortress is breaking down and he’s still there, desperately trying to save it, still in denial about the fact that all his plans have failed and that everything he’s done (and himself) is about to go up in flames; I know everyone loves making fun of him and that that scene is pretty memeable (he does get bodied so much in the game, lmaooo), but it makes him look so vulnerable, all alone in there by himself, like a child, which is what he really is, deep down: he never truly wanted to do something so abhorrent and evil, but his emotions and mind spiraled so badly out of control and it led him to such a dark, horrible place, where he couldn’t stop himself, no matter how much he wanted to, and in the end all he can do is watch helplessly as the reality of what he’s done and his unwound future all comes crashing down in front of him, never to be salvaged. And he believes wholeheartedly that he is going to die, that he deserves to (this is my favorite Clive scene; he’s so hurt and resigned, the voice acting kills me ugh), he doesn’t understand at all why Claire wants to save him, especially if he knows she’s one of the scientists (as his line of “why are you of all people helping me” implies), because he always thought none of them ever cared about him and people he saw as like him, thought everyone was like Bill Hawks, but Claire still cared enough to want to save his life, even though she was one of the people he was actively targeting with his revenge... I wonder how he would have felt at the time if he had known about her situation and that she was dying. </3 I just want so many good things for him, as so much of the fandom does. He’s so messed up but that’s what makes him so interesting, and his potential relationship with Hershel that the ending of the game suggests could happen is so touching and lovely and uplifting, one of my favorite kinds of relationships in fiction: Clive’s issues would persist for so long, for forever, really, but Hershel would support him and help him heal, and be there for him always, no matter how much Clive would feel like he didn’t deserve it. I eat this dynamic up, I really do, every single time I encounter it in a story, and it’s made even better by the fact that as I’ve said, Hershel has so much in common with Clive, and so they would get along very well for that reason, and Clive could unknowingly help Hershel just as much Hershel tries to help him. They’re so good for each other. Add Luke too, and Flora, and Desmond...! just ahhhhh........ there’s so much goodness. Clive you absolute glorious, fucked-up mess of a character, I love you. :’) and I love fic writers who explore facets of his personality and write about him. He’s only in one game, and there’s still a few hiccups, as I said, yet he’s handled far better than Descole or Randall in my opinion (though I love them too)... just an amazing fucking villain, and character. I wish UF could have gone deeper with him than it did, but even so, the possibilities with Clive are endless. I love him, so much ;;

and some of the themes of the plot in this game, uhh, hit a little close to home in good ole’ 2020/21 time we live in? :’) #FuckBillHawks

Hershel saying goodbye to Claire.... god. One of the top scenes in the entire series, probably the #1 most iconic I’d even go so far as to say. I don’t even really ship LayClaire, but there’s an indescribable emotion that finale gives me... it’s just breathtaking, in the most gutwrenching, nostalgic, beautiful way. I still maintain that Diabolical Box’s ending is sadder than this one, for a multitude of reasons, just comparing the stories and situations the characters are in, but I 100% don’t blame people for bawling at this scene more than any other, just because of the way it’s done yes I know I won’t shut up about the cinematography; the lighting, the camera angles, the pacing of it, Hershel’s fucking kicked puppy faces, the dialogue oh god the dialogue; it ALL hits like a TRUCK and comes together beautifully. At this point in his life Hershel has been through so much loss, so much so that it is unbearable - when he cries that he doesn’t want to say goodbye again, that he can’t say goodbye again, that he refuses to, nothing in the world is more true: this man has been through too much, and he’s hit his breaking point. even if you don’t have the prequels in mind when watching this, as most people don’t/didn’t the first time through, the overwhelming sense of burden and loss Hershel is feeling is so palpable, so painful - you get the sense that this isn’t just about Claire; Hershel has never shown emotion like this before up to this point, so for him to finally break down like this... it speaks volumes. After so many years of holding everything in, he finally can’t take it anymore, and basically stabbing me in the fucking chest would hurt less </3 I complain about Hershel never showing emotion like this (never crying) in the prequels whenever he’s hit with an equally horrible bombshell, and I still feel that way, but at the same time a part of me is also glad that’s the case, because it makes the very last (two) scenes in the entire series hit so much harder, knowing that he finally loses his composure after dealing with so much. As the titular character of the series, Hershel’s development is very understated and subtle, so it’s all the more meaningful when he actually snaps, because it makes him feel so much more real and human than he ever is the rest of the time, when he maintains his facade of being a perfectly composed, calm, and together gentleman; this scene finally say that, no, Hershel is a person, and he is broken in a lot of ways, because some puzzles you just can’t solve no matter how hard you try, and it’s so sad. And this sad tone of loss and longing permeates the entire cutscene; the way the title is dropped in Claire’s dialogue (both versions equally haunting imo), and Hershel taking off his hat for the first time ever, and the pan up and transition back to show the falling snow as “Time Travel”, my favorite instrumental in the series, kicks in... y’all there is no other feeling in the world like the feeling that elicits, there really isn’t ಥ⌣ಥ ❤️💔 the only thing that might even come close to it is the ending of Azran Legacy with Surely Someday, simply because it was the ending of the series, but the ending of Unwound Future hits me harder knowing it’s the end of the timeline, and with everything else in hindsight. And then an unknown amount of time later, even with Luke gone and Hershel only having Flora there with him anymore unless we headcanon DESMOND COMES BACK BECAUSE OF COURSE HE DID RIGHT, Hershel is still no longer wearing his hat, to show that he’s finally started to heal from his pain, and accepted the loss(es), because throughout all of UF Hershel had never really gotten over Claire’s death no matter how much he tried to pretend like he had, but you don’t realize that until you see the ending, until he got one final chance to see her. I just... ugh I love it so much, so much. It means so much, for Hershel and for the series, and that’s why it makes me cry (and don’t even get me sTARTED on Luke’s goodybe, and how upsetting yet beautiful THAT is. yes, Luke isn’t a gentleman yet, and Hershel finally learns that maybe he doesn’t always have to be one, either :’’’’’’)

Unwound Future is a masterpiece. Diabolical Box has my favorite characters and story for the new characters, and favorite settings, personally, but Unwound Future is such top-tier storytelling and writing; it feels so epic and sweeping and (here i go again) cinematic, it’s so polished and everything flows so well, the pacing is wonderful, everything ties up so perfectly and there’s very little I would change Flora bitching aside and practically nothing that feels like filler, even though some of it technically is. The tone stays consistent and they really push the boundaries of how serious and heavy these games can be, and it works, and doesn’t feel silly or glossed over or too unrealistic or too heavyhanded like some of the other games are at times; the plot twists/reveals feel the least absurd and the most grounded in reality, despite still being wild, and it focuses on some really relevant stuff and themes (again, it feels really grounded and raw, and the least fantastical, which isn’t a bad thing for the other games/movie per se, but being more realistic works in this one’s favor. No one is going to have their family separated and murdered by a criminal secret organization working to unearth ancient advanced civilized ruins, or lose years of their life and memories in said ancient ruins, or have their life ruined in an eternal unaging state from hallucinogenic gas, but being screwed over by people in government who will do anything to make sure they never have to face consequences? now that’s a mood). It’s just a really fucking good game, by far the best Professor Layton game, and I’ll always stand by that, despite preferring DB just a bit more cause it hits more of my personal tastes (DB is still very good too though, don’t get me wrong), and it’s also enhanced even more by the prequels, though it stands perfectly on its own. The perfect culmination of Hershel’s character arc, and the absolute high point of the series. It’s one of the ones I keep coming back to the most, just because it has so much to offer; as someone who is absolutely enamored with near-perfect stories of this caliber, I couldn’t ask for more. ❤️

#professor layton #professor layton spoilers #meta #who wants to read 8k words about a 12 year old game: no one #who's still gonna post it: this bitch #i actually got emotional near the end writing hjklskdfkfldlksk watching the end of uf always hurts :' ) #me: 'db is my favorite' also me: 'rants and cries about uf for almost double the length of the db rant' #It's About The Potential.jpg #i didn't even talk about the puzzles much at all lmaooooo none of them really stood out to me #just........ story........ so good...... emotions go brrrr #i need ALL the dimitri fanfic tbh #and dimitri and clive #and CLAIRE and clive #and clive and hershel ofc #catch me being obsessed with time travel in a game where 99% of it isn't time travel ahjsdffkldskkdfl #It Could Be That Deep.jpg #need to write my other uf ideas.... and then get to the prequels already #but i also wanna replay pl vs aa... and the aa trilogy...... so much to doooooo

[pinkachire]

Filthy and Forbidden

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ran x fem!reader

synopsis: in where it felt forbidden to do this thing with your boss, but you felt like a canine in heat begging for his touch, so filthy. 

cw: +18 nsfw mdni pls!  sir kink. thigh riding. corruption kink. slight bondage. boss and employee some kind of shit. a little degradation. praise kink. humiliation kink. dacryphilia. teasing. ran loves seeing you shake under him. begging. forcing you to read while- yk.

a/n: this is a scene from my book!!!

╰┈➤ ❝ [filthy and forbidden.]

Third Person POV

You walked to Ran's office and took a deep breath before knocking at the door.

Silence.

You took another look at the folder, opened it, and saw some essential information; you had no choice but to hand it along because it may be important.

Deciding to not waste your time, you finally opened the semi-opaque glass door since it's not locked.

"Sir?" You took a look around the dimly lit room.

"Y/n." You flinched as you heard his voice from behind. "What are you doing here?"

"Um, they asked me to give you this." You passed the folder to him. "Sorry if I entered your room, you weren't answering."

After you passed the folder and bowed, you quickly walked out of the room, but then a hand closed the door before you can go out.

"Huh?" Your breath hitched as you looked back at him.

"You're not done here yet, the report isn't complete." Ran said after he flipped the pages on the folder.

"But I'm not the one who's making them." You replied.

"Oh really? I'll teach you how to make a report then."

"Wait, but that's not my job and on the contract—" You were cut off as he walked to his desk, sitting on his office chair as he placed the folder on the table.

"Sit here." Ran raised his head as he motioned you to sit.

"No thank you, sir, I need to go—"

"I said sit." The sudden drop in his tone made you follow him, scaring you a bit.

You stood up in front of his desk, looking everywhere in the office except on him.

"Why do you look so tensed?" He asked.

"Ah w-well..." You quickly replied, desperately thinking of a word to say but nothing came to your mind.

"Sit here." He patted his lap.

"Excuse me?" You almost choked on your words.

"One more question or I'll make you sit."

You immediately went around the desk, tremblingly, and sat on his lap, feeling nervousness and chills on your body.

"This is so awkward." You whispered under your breath, thinking he couldn't hear what you just said.

"Awkward huh?" He chuckled from behind, in this position, you can clearly feel his breath behind your ear.

"You should learn how to be more composed with your boss more often," He shook his head in disappointment sarcastically. "We'll be doing lots of things in the future, can be next day, can be tomorrow, can be later, can be now."

"You're our employee now, Y/n." He added.

"Well, let's start now." He said as his hand slipped under your arm, shocking you a bit, but he only reached the papers from the desk.

"So, when making a report, you should read the contents, not once, not twice, but more than thrice, especially before sending it to us, we don't want any mistakes in here." Ran stated, his words displaying his strictness.

When it comes to these kinds of things, you think he's the most composed and professional of them all.

"Each section should have a bulleted list beside the indention, and put all of the charts and summary at the last pages." He said, showing you the files and documents on the computer screen.

After some minutes of explaining and instructing, you nodded and finally understood.

"Get it now?" He asked.

"Yes."

"Yes what?" You felt him narrow his eyes from behind.

"I mean yes sir." You quickly changed your words. You rolled your eyes in annoyance; fortunately, you weren't facing him, so he didn't see; but, if he had, who knows what might have happened to you.

"So you only knew how to make such reports now? Aren't those masked guys training you well?"

"Well..."

"I guess that's a no, starting today I should train you more often, hm?" He said, then moved his legs, which startled you a little, and you shifted on his lap, feeling a little uncomfortable in the position.

"Now do it, show me how you'll do the report." He said as he gave you the stacked papers.

"Right..." You grabbed the keyboard, printed papers, and ball pen, checking each mark on the pages, remembering what Ran taught you a while ago.

"Read this, it's the instructions." He muttered as he puts in an indention.

"The contents written on this company are essential, rules and regulat—" You were cut off when you felt his legs shift beneath you, causing friction. You tried not to think about it, biting the insides of your cheeks to concentrate on the letters on the file.

"Speak louder, I can't hear you." He commanded.

"The contents written on this company are essential, rules and regulations should be followed, the vis—" You said more loudly, but you were cut off as you felt friction from below, and you couldn't help but lose focus as you felt his legs bouncing second by second, and the fabric in your skirt was starting to wrinkle.

"Sir." You tried to call his attention.

"Did I say to stop reading?" His tone was commanding. "Continue reading, start again."

"I-I can't..." You whined, but he moved his leg more harshly, you quickly bit your lip to stop the sound that nearly escaped your mouth,

"Don't disappoint your boss on your first week." He clicked his tongue, forcing you to read again.

"Sorry, sir." You mumbled as you continued to read.

"T-the contents... written on t-this company— a-ah..." A sound escaped your throat, in a panic, you quickly bit your lip, attempting to stop the sound and the movement of his legs under, until you heard a deep chuckle from behind.

"Tsk tsk, what did I just hear?" He amusedly said, oh how he loved that sound.

You felt his hand grip your waist, you jolted from the contact, trying your hardest not to focus on the shifting of his leg under and instead, the file in front of you.

"What's stopping you from reading?"

"Sir, your— your leg." You murmured. "C-can I sit somewhere else please?"

"I love how you say please, but if you stand up, aren't you afraid that if there's a damp spot on my lap?" He smirked, raising his brows as you looked behind him.

Your eyes widened, you looked down and saw that he was wearing a suit, light grey pants, how a damp spot can easily be visible, and you felt ashamed as your cheeks heated up.

"If my cloth did really get wet, how will you pay for it, hm?" He whispered as his face went closer to your ear, feeling his hot breathe on your neck, leaving you flustered from the heat, his hand then went to your hair, brushing it as if you were a doll, he puts some strands of your hair behind your ear, tucking it.

"Listen and be a good girl for me, okay?" He lets out a deep chuckle, a raspy voice, words saying such as you should only listen to him and only him. His other hand left the paper and keyboard on the desk and went to your thigh, instead of gripping for your waist, now it's your thigh, he gripped them tightly, and you knew it will leave marks, he pries them open as his hand went higher.

Squirming under his grasp, you felt a hard bulge under you, feeling agitated and desperate, you grind at his thigh, you heard a low groan from behind, he then grabbed your jaw and made you face behind to him, he didn't waste time to kiss you hungrily and passionately, marking purple marks on your jaw and neck.

"S-sir wait...I—" You stuttered, your thighs shaking as your hand was trembling on the desk.

"You want me to stop?" He asked, stopping his movements.

"Answer me."

You shook your head, looking down from ashamedness. "No..." You whispered under your breath.

"What was that?" He smirked. "I can't hear you, baby."

"I said don't—"

"Don't what?"

"Don't stop, sir." You admitted through your gritted teeth, how your ears and cheeks were so red now.

"Gladly." His other hand that is gripping your thigh now went on your entrance, rubbing a damp spot you moaned, his fingers glide down inside your underwear, fully exposed to him.

"Stand up, face me." He patted your thigh, you stood up and sat on his lap again, but now facing him.

"F-fuck." He groaned as you moved on his lap, feeling your clothed clit brush his hard bulge inside his pants.

"Ride my thigh." He said, you started moving your hips as whines escaped your lips, you placed your hands on his shoulders, grinding on his thigh, feeling so wet and pleasured by the friction and contact.

"So needy for me."

"You want me, darling?" He asked again, his face coming closer to yours, plainly teasing you, wanting to hear those obscene lustful words from you.

You put your mouth in a pout, your lips trembling as you nodded slowly, your eyes becoming glossy.

"Yes sir." You answered, oh how you never thought that these filthy words will come out of your mouth.

"Beg for it then."

"Please, sir— I want it..." You said, almost stuttering and choking on your words, feeling all humiliated. They said that your own self knows your body, right? But that's not what you felt right now; you felt like something, like he was in charge of it, like voodoo in action, with controlled movement on your hips, ecstasy, and a barrage of filthy sounds escaping your purity, like an angel in bliss.

You indeed fell for his enticing trap, and he had you wrapped around his finger.

It felt forbidden, all wrong, this is wrong, fucking with your boss? You thought, wanting to stop, but the blazing hunger in his eyes and the heat emanating from him were too much to bear; it was all for your own guilty pleasure.

"I finally got you." He said as he kissed your forehead.

But you didn't see that he had a devilish smirk on his lips.

He has a predatory look on his face as if he has you cornered.

"However, isn't it filthy?" He whispered, your eyes widen as you tried to look up at him, but his grip on the back of your head was too strong.

After all, he's your boss and you're just his mere employee, right?

He grabbed your chin and forced you to look up at him, where he noticed tears forming in your eyes and a malicious smirk on his face.

"Filthy how I got my dear employee begging for me."

Forbidden.

"But don't worry, I'll take care of that."

All so forbidden.

He then started to hold your cheeks, leaning in as he kissed you deeply, you then started grinding again on his thigh, but now you can feel how his pants tighten under you, making your clothed entrance throb.

"A-ah~" You gasped as he thrust upwards, making contact with your damp entrance, grinding harder as the kiss became sloppy, the kiss came to a halt as you both needed more air, your glistening eyes almost squinted as you stared at him.

His hand then moved from your hip to your thighs, prying them wide while you grind. He then slipped his fingers into your underwear, feeling your wet hole, which was dripping all for him.

"So wet already for me." He chuckled.

He collected your juices as he did a circle motion, making your head throw back, his fingers slid through your slit, entering you slowly, his fingers slowly went in, scissoring motion with his fingers, you arched your back, feeling his hard bulge under you, his breath went heavy, with him getting even harder as your ass was wriggling and squirming, frantically being brushed from the friction.

"Stop fucking moving too much." He lowly said that made you flinch on his lap from his strict tone and immediately obey, he smirked knowing how he can always make you a bit scared, though not at all times

He loves how it's beginning, how his hasty psyche on foggy burst on ecstasy, a few musing lingering on his head how you were wrathing under him, begging for your guilty pleasures, how you would squirm just by each and every thought of him like a gasping canine in heat begging for her superior owner's touch, always so innocent when other workers around, but when it's only you and him alone at his office, it's a different story.

"I-I'm close sir please—" You mewl, his fingers only went on a quicker pace, legs shaking on his lap as your grip on his clothes tightened as if your life depends on it.

Feeling overwhelmed by the pleasure, you then came on his fingers, you whimpered in shame, feeling blood rush on your face as you shook uncontrollably on his lap and tears were escaping your eyes, hiding your face on his neck, he then looked down at you smirking, caressing the back of your head as you refused to look straight on his face.

"Came already just by my fingers?" He chuckled, "That's my good fucking girl."

"Look at me darling," He said while you only shook your head on his neck, chuckling at your state, he lifted your face, tucking some hair strands behind your ear, hairs on your forehead with sweat, all messy just for him, and he enjoyed the sight of it.

"Don't go shy on me now, we both know how you love that." He whispered.

Fingers moving in and out slowly, you can't help but moan more, especially from his words that drove you insane in heat.

He removed his fingers from your hole, you clenched at nothing, with gush still sipping out, he didn't fail to notice that, just the sight alone made him weak, you whined as you felt empty, looking at him with a begging look, gosh, how that alone can make him finish.

"Shh, I'll fill you up again, don't worry," He shushed. "We're being impatient now, are we?"

He lifted you up from his lap that shocked you a bit, he placed you on his other side of the desk, he doesn't care about the work papers, getting all messy, moving them out of the way, he made you sit on the table, your eyes filled with tears as all you were wearing was your white button-up shirt that is now unbuttoned and wrinkled, your hair all over your face.

He went closer to you, even if you were sitting on the table, he was still taller than you, he looked down at you, you didn't know where to look, looking at every surrounding but his piercing eyes, placing both of his hands at your either side, he leaned over to you to make his eye level to yours, a smirk forming on his lips as clicked his tongue and poked it on the inside of his cheeks.

"Look at you, I never expected that expression leaving your face, never expecting those filthy sounds escaping from that mouth of yours." He said, your lips quivered, oh you did really look dirty for him, even if it's just all starting.

You were still clenching around nothing, yes, leaving you all soaked. You noticed him removing his necktie and placing it around your wrist, your hands trembling as you stared at the silk cloth wrapped around your wrists.

He held your chin, he then began to kiss you again, sloppy and messy, desperately wanting to taste each other, coming to a halt, you breathed heavily, your chest heaving up and down as you looked up to him, a begging look plastered all over your face, his eyes widened a bit from shock, but was quickly placed with a cocky grin.

He lowers his head and began putting dark purple marks all over your neck, almost like bruises, your mouth left filthy whining noises, as his hand went to your breast, massaging them, rubbing your hardened buds under your white cloth.

You then felt his large hands pull you into him, making you closer to his hardened bulge inside his pants, you looked down, and oh— it's almost like a tent forming in there, you gulped thinking if it could fi—

"Worried about something?" He cockily smirked, raising his brows as he knew what you were looking at.

"I— um." You stammered on your words.

"It'll fit, I'll make it fit." He whispered in your ear.

He then unbuckled his belt, your heart pounding can almost be heard, feeling nervous.

Isn't it your first time...?

Or?

"Is it your first time?" He asked, reassuring you before he continue his actions.

"No..." You gulped, feeling his eyes narrow.

"I'd like to know who, but let's set that aside for now, mkay?" He kissed your cheeks, making you feel safe, reassuring you, and not ruining the mood. "For now, I want to pleasure you than that person whoever did."

You bit your lip, looking down as his cock that was out now, pre-cum leaking, veins showing, you can clearly tell how he's been hiding this since a while ago while you were grinding on his lap.

He then held your back, laying you down on the desk as he used his one hand to pin both of your wrists on the table with still the necktie wrapped around your wrist; your position to him was more than vulnerable, all exposed, showing him everything even your insides.

"So pretty." He murmured as he took a look at your body laying on the desk.

Ran then leaned to you, holding your chin as he kissed you deeply, he then held your hips, rubbing his tip into your hole, preparing you as you felt both of your liquids and juices mixing together, you moaned in response, feeling the wet contact slip in between your folds.

"Hah~! Ran..." You called out, bucking your hips into him more.

"Hm?"

"I—I mean sir..." You whined out pathetically, feeling your pussy practically begging for his.

"Please..." You begged, you knew how he's purposely doing this, rubbing his self into you until your begging.

"More, beg more." He teased in a raspy voice.

"Please sir—! Fuck me please, I—I so needy... sir." You forced it out of your mouth, tears falling from your eyes already as his gaze never left yours.

"So pathetic yet pretty." He said as he leaned in and kissed you deeply, slowly entering you, you almost screamed from the size of his cock, almost splitting you but the grip on your wrist and the succumbing kiss, so addicting brought all the pleasure instead of pain. Your desperate moans were muffled on the kiss.

"Mhf—! T-Too b-big..." Your lips quivered, screaming as he thrust into you so hard that you almost flinched away from the desk, but his pin on your wrist on the table held you down, you tried to wriggle your wrist out of the tight cloth that wrapped around your wrist, but he only held it harder.

"Ah, what did I tell you? I'll make it fit, right?" He laughed as he leaned down to you, taking a pitiful look on your face, imitating that pathetic filthy face of yours.

He then thrust more, pushing in and out of you, causing groans and lewd noises to resonate all through the room, as well as sloppy slaps and the desk creaking.

Even if it's just from the start, you can feel how your walls gradually tighten around him, as if you never want him to leave, tightening around him like your fucking life depends on it, how his thrust impacts you, and how each second passing makes you feel like you're in paradise.

"So damn addicting." He groaned as he threw his head back, breathing heavily as he felt the urge for more, desperation and a sensation of more, hungriness looming all over, like a predator hunting on his dear prey. Fucking her into oblivion until she remembers nothing but the heavy roll and thrust of his hips meeting her every second, only the screams of the pleasure subsiding through, turning her all dumb like a doll waiting for control from her owner, remembering nothing but him and only him.

He'll make sure and will fucking make sure of that.

All those ideas and thoughts installed and implanted in your head? Even more than that, he wants you to forget everything but his dick inside you, his name, all about him.

"I'll take good care of you, so pretty under me." He said, staring down at you while you looked away, you can't bear to stare into his eyes that were filled with searing fires, a burning need, a look so icy yet so hot, all radiating for more and more.

"Look at me when I fuck you." He said, tone changing in a sudden, his other hand leaving your hips as he grips your jaw, almost squeezing your cheeks as he turned your face to him.

"I want to see every innocence leave that face of an angel," He said. "I want to see that pretty face of yours begging even if it means that I'll make you shake under me, you got that?"

Too tired and dumb to even answer, you barely nodded, letting out incoherent words as your eyes rolled up as your tongue laid out, eyes squinting, tears streaming down your cheeks, face so red and stirred up, hair so tangled, Ran loved it, he more than love it, wishing he can see this every day.

"Is it too much, princess?" He asked, smiling as his thrust got deeper and harder, making you scream more. "Too much that you can't handle it?"

You shook your head, your mouth refusing to let out words, plainly blabbering incoherent, tears blurring your sight as you looked at him, his head pushed back as you can see his adam's apple move as he gulped and moaned, hair a mess as beads of sweats rolled down his neck up to his abs which is showing due to the crumpled unbuttoned shirt.

"So messy for me, look at you." He chuckled, seeing your state in a mess for him, skirt lifted and wrinkled up, shirt and everything unbuttoned, just like his. Continues moans and heavy breathes surrounded the room, for sure the desk is filled with sweat and tears now.

"Coming already?" He said as you nodded, feeling a knot in your stomach as your pussy clenched uncontrollably as if you don't want him to leave yours, as if you want to be filled up again.

"Come for me." He said, and there, you came, he pulled out as he did as well, luckily you were on pills for a long time now, you were quivering on the desk, he took a look at you and lifted you off.

He carried you in a bride style, entering the bathroom as he sat you in the sink, he then filled up the tub and carried you there on the bubble bath.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked carefully, brushing your hair.

"Well... my legs hurt." You admitted, slightly nervous, thoughts and worries on your mind about what would happen if the others knew what had happened between you, how would you sit still in their meetings and eat dinner with them innocently as if nothing had happened between you and Ran?

"I'll give you a day off for the next three days." He said.

"Okay." You meekly said, playing with the bubbles as you didn't notice you were splashing some on him until he laughed.

"Oh, oop sorry." You can't help but laugh as he hops in the tub with you.

"I won't pretend that nothing happened." He suddenly said as he pulls you into his chest.

"You've been thinking about that, right?" He said while he's caressing the back of your head while you were laying on his chest on the tub filled with bubbles.

"Um..." You whispered, but then he lifted your face and kissed you on the cheeks.

"Don't go shy away on me now starting today, okay?" He said. "I don't want you feeling uncomfortable around me."

You smiled but didn't show it to him, yet he didn't miss it. It was surreal, the two of you laying in the tub pretending to be official lovers, you have never imagined in your life that you would even experience this, let alone enter the Bonten's bases, what more may unfold in the next days?

"I'll take care of you."

read full story on wattpad and ao3 here (if the link doesn’t work just search kiwitoooth)

this scene is from my fanfic book! hasty feisty ➵  bonten

story is ongoing

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