#maybe just let me look after the real reina...

[alotofpockets]

Match commentary | Lucy Bronze x Arsenal!Reader

Where someone negatively comments on the match commentary you sent to your girlfriend every match

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Y/n: That was such a good tackle!!

Y/n: Look at you working the flanks 

Y/n: You almost had her, just a step behind

Y/n: Nice safe, baby!!

Y/n: You get faster every time you play

Y/n: Haha cheeky little shirt grab there

Y/n: Pfft they should’ve gotten a yellow for taking you down like that!

“What are you doing?” Kyra asks as she sits down to you to roll out her muscles as well. You show her your split screen between the Barça game and your chat with Lucy. “I always text Lucy my match commentary when she plays.” 

Ever since the two of you went long distance with your relationship, when Lucy moved to Spain, you had watched her matches online. The only ones you missed were the ones that were at the same time as your own matches. Texting her throughout the match was something that had made you feel closer to your girlfriend. 

When she was still playing in the WSL you played for different teams as well, but you still got to go home to each other. Now, with Lucy in Barcelona and you in London with Arsenal, things were different, and this was how you dealt with the difference.

“That’s cute. Mind if I watch with you?” You propped your phone up so you could watch together, occasionally grabbing your phone to send Lucy a text. Always ending your commentary with:

Y/n: Well played, my love ❤️

A few matches and match commentaries later you were watching the Copa de la Reina final between Barça and Real Sociedad, with a few of your teammates. When you went to grab your phone for your first message to Lucy, Laia questioned you. “Are you going to text Lucy about the match?” You smile and show her the chat with Lucy already open on your phone. “Yeah, I always do. Why?” Laia hated to make you feel bad, but she felt like she had to share what she had heard her former teammates say about it. “Well, I just heard some of the Barça girls mention that Lucy’s phone is always full of messages from you after their matches, that she spends like 30 minutes going through them all in the dressing room.”

Your heart fell, were your messages annoying to your girlfriend? Why hadn’t she said anything to you if she did? “Oh, okay. Thank you for letting me know.”

Y/n: Good luck today! Give em hell out there ❤️

And with that message you put your phone back in your pocket and watch your girlfriend play without your usual commentary. Lucy and the rest of the team played amazingly, and managed to win with a final score of 8-0. When the match was finished you sent Lucy another text.

Y/n: Congrats on the win, you played amazing. So proud of you!

The first thing Lucy did when she entered the locker room with the rest of the girls, was grab her phone. Though her face fell when there were only two messages from you amongst her notifications. 

“What’s got you all frowny? We just won the Cup.” Frido noticed Lucy’s sudden mood change. “Oh, it’s nothing.” She raised her eyebrows, “Spill.” Lucy sighed, “You know how y/n usually sends me commentary on my matches?” With a nod of Frido’s head, Lucy continues. “Well she only sent me a good luck message when we started and a congrats message when we won, nothing in between.” 

“Maybe she was busy?” Lucy thinks for a moment. “Yeah, maybe, it’s just the first time she hasn’t done it besides her having a match of her own.” Frido puts her hand on Lucy’s shoulder. “I am sure that everything is fine. She still sent you those two messages, that has to mean something right? Just ask her later and come celebrate with us.”

Lucy decides to let herself believe Frido’s words and goes back on the pitch to receive the Cup and the medals with the team. 

When Lucy gets home that night she immediately facetimes you. Upon picking up, Lucy immediately starts talking. “Hi baby, busy day today?” You think for a second, had you told Lucy you were going to be having a busy day? You couldn’t have, right? Today’s schedule had never been filled, just a day off, and watching Lucy’s match. 

So, you shake your head, “Not really, I just had a nice relaxing day with some of the girls, and we watched your match. Speaking of your match, you played so well. Congratulations on another win this season, you all deserve it so much!” 

Hearing this is worrying Lucy more, maybe something was up after all. “Did I do something wrong?” Lucy questioned with a saddened look washed over her face. You furrow your brow, “No? Not that I know of at least.” You try to joke, hoping to lighten up the conversation. 

“Oh okay, that’s good I guess.” Lucy didn’t sound convinced so you questioned further. “Why, baby? What’s going on?”

“Well, usually you send me your match commentary when I play. When I didn’t get any today, I thought you might’ve been too busy to catch the match, but you just said you watched the match. Why didn’t you do them today? Did you not feel comfortable with the girls around? I thought you always did it with them around as well.”

You stop her rambling by starting to talk. “You missed the commentary?” Lucy nods instantly, “Yes, of course. Your commentary is the highlight of my post match ritual, I love reading the game through your eyes. Did you think I didn’t? Is that why you stopped?”

“Well, one of the girls overheard one of your teammates talk about you always getting a ton of messages and being on your phone so much after matches, so I thought maybe you didn’t like it and it was taking time away from being away from your teammates. Like maybe it was annoying for you, and since it was the final, I didn’t want to be an annoyance to you.”

Lucy is shaking her head, “No, baby, you never annoy me. Like I said, I love your commentary so much. I really missed it today.” You were glad that it was all just a misunderstanding, and that you now knew the true appreciation your girlfriend had for your messages.

“I can talk you through my thoughts right now, if you have the time?” Lucy smiles, “I would love that.” With that you start talking about the match, and end up talking the night away. 

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[jaegeraether]

Sunsets and footballers (Part 78)

Alexia Putellas x Character (34)

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ALEXIA POV

Alexia went still, her whole body frozen. Ridley was there. On her knees. Staring up at Alexia. Those dark eyes troubled, her hair its usual messy and perfect look, and her smell. Fuck. Her lips. Fuck. That scar. Fuck. Ridley.

How did she-? It was an airline. Of course she knew. And she was probably also responsible for their upgrade to first class.

Ridley reached up slowly and pulled Alexia’s noise cancelling headphones down and around her neck with a gentleness that seemed to be only for her.

“La Reina..”

“Ridley..” She breathed. Who was she kidding? She was never going to get over her.

They were silent for a few moments, just taking each other in. Alexia unclipped her belt to lean forward, closer to her. The need to touch her and be touched by her was almost too much to bear.

“You left,” she whispered, hurt.

“I did.”

“You fucking left, Ridley.”

Ridley nodded, leaning closer to her also. “I’m sorry, Lex.” Her finger tips brushed Alexia’s hair from her cheek and just that small touch send shivers down her spine.

“I need to say something, if you’d let me.”

Did she deserve that? “Go ahead.”

“I ran… I ran, and I’m sorry. You deserve better.” Ridley was being vulnerable with her which made Alexia just want to touch her, anywhere, in support. To feel her skin on her own and make sure it was real. That she was real. “Lex… you can’t understand how torn I am… how conflicted. Half of me wants you to leave and find happiness elsewhere, away from me, so I don’t taint your beautiful soul with my darkened one. The other half begs for you, yearns for you, dreams about you and selfishly wants you close to me, always.”

“You always said that you weren’t good for me, but I never believed you. I still don’t.”

Ridley sighed, looking down. “I feel like I’m not good for anybody, and I didn’t want to put that burden on you for simply loving me. I went away and couldn’t stop my thoughts. I was conflicted. But amongst my confliction, I missed one very important thing. I didn’t give you a choice.”

She looked up at her, her heart on her sleeve.

“My soul is tainted, Lex. I’ve done horrible things that I’ll regret for the rest of my life. But I also know that I’ve never felt about anyone, the way I feel about you. You’ll always be safe with me, whether it’s physically, mentally, financially… I’m still working on the emotionally part. You bring far too much out of me in that regard.”

Alexia’s lips trembled at the pure, unfiltered emotion in her voice. She was being so brave and speaking so beautifully. So vulnerably.

A flight attendant tapped Ridley’s shoulder to say boarding was almost finished and she nodded, telling her she’d only be a few minutes.

“Lex, meeting you broke a spell I’ve been under for a long time. Meeting you made me realise that maybe I was worthy of love after all. You took up space in my heart before I even knew it, and now, it seems you’re there to stay. I feel sorry for the Ridley before you because she didn’t realise how much love and happiness she was missing without you. You’ve changed me forever, and I’ll happily spend the rest of my life trying to thank you.” She cupped her cheek and stroked it with her thumb. “Regardless of if you want to stay or go…”

Ridley was giving her a choice. And even though she’d never meant to, it was the one and only choice she’d ever denied her.

Alexia’s heart broke. She leant down, her hands needing to touch her, and her cheek pressed against her own. She just needed to be close to her.

“I’m damaged..” she whispered, her breath soft against Alexia’s cheek.

“You’re human…” Alexia replied softly against hers, nudging it a little as if to wake her from her stupor.

“I’m broken.”

Alexia’s hand travelled down until it rested over her heart, feeling that strong beat. “You feel whole to me.”

Ridley’s hands found Alexia’s wrists and gripped on, as if to keep her there. Wanting her close.

Alexia’s lips brushed their way up to her forehead where she gave a singular kiss with more love and passion than she had ever expressed before. So much so, that it even surprised her. “I’m right here.”

Her hands were either side of her jaw now, Alexia’s cheek resting against her eyebrow. They stayed like that for a time, until the reality of where they were set in. Ridley pulled back and the expression she had on her face affected Alexia so much, that she could feel all of Ridley’s emotions.

That’s the moment Alexia knew she’d completely and desperately fallen in love with her.

“I’m sorry I ran,” she whispered again, her face betraying her pain. Ridley was letting herself be emotional with her, and it caught Alexia completely by surprise in the best kind of way. She knew what it meant. She was letting her in.

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not. Not at all. Now the choice is yours, Lex.”

Alexia thought on it for a minute or so until she spoke. “I want you, Lee. In every single way. But relationships are a two-way street, and they start with us as individuals. I want you. I lov-“ She stopped herself and sucked in a breath. Fuck, she really loved her. “I… but right now you need to find that part of you that doesn’t believe you deserve to be loved, and you need to learn to love yourself. To know in your heart that you deserve to love and be loved.. because you do. You fucking do. You deserve the world.”

Ridley’s face broke, and then hardened slightly. It was an honest truth that she needed, but of course it hurt.

“You’re… right.”

Alexia leant forward again, her lips on her forehead and kissed her there. “I know,” she whispered. “And I truly hope you can find that, because you deserve to have the love of your life.”

She pulled back and Ridley was holding herself strong, surprisingly. “Is there any hope for us?”

Alexia’s pride and independence crept up. She knew what she needed. “If you can learn to love yourself, and promise me that you’ll stay. That you won’t run away again. That you’re ready to move forwards, together.” Ridley was paying attention closely like she always did. She was always a good listener. “I need you to be here for me, like I am for you. I need security.”

“How will you know that I’m ready?”

Alexia smiled. “You’ll fight for me. For us.”

Ridley almost smiled. She liked that idea, it seemed. “Until then… can we be friends?”

“Friends who love each other, yes. Yes, please. I’d like that.” She needed Ridley to prove that she was there to stay.

“Hm.” She liked that answer. Ridley looked over her shoulder and gestured to the flight attendant who came by. “No change to the manifest. Please stand the ground crew down. Leave the baggage and pet on board.”

She nodded with a smile at Ridley that had Alexia’s jealousy spike and left.

“You’re leaving Chiquito with me?”

“I can’t take him away from you..”

“He’s yours.”

“I think you’ll find that he’s ours now.”

Typical Ridley sass. She loved it.

“We can share him…”

Ridley smiled her agreement and the Spaniard didn’t realise how much she’d missed seeing that. Seeing her lips curve upwards and her scar move on her cheek. She reached out and touched it.

“Deal.” She said as she rocked back on her heels and stood. “Good bye, Alexia.”

Alexia caught her arm as she went to turn, and pulled her back down, their faces so close she could kiss her without a thought. Though it most definitely was a thought. Their first kiss. “Ridley?”

“Yes?”

“Don’t leave again. Fight for me. Fight for us.”

Ridley clipped her belt up, pulling it tight across her hips. Fuck.

And then her thumb traced her lips ever so gently. Ever the cheeky Ridley. “I will. Do you know why?”

Her thumb was still on her lower lip, and Alexia couldn’t form words at that point. She shook her head.

“Because you’re fucking mine, Alexia.”

[forjongseong]

after last night // jay (ENHYPEN)

pairing: secretary!jay x CEO!fem!reader (minisode part 6 of the series)

genre: office!au, fluff, suggestive // warning: older reader; Jay calls reader “Boss”; mentions of sex // wc: ~1.3k sorry I got carried away

previous chapters:

part 1 - carmesí part 2 - mi reina part 3 - millones part 3.5 - hasta los dientes part 4 - vente conmigo part 5 - tusa part 5.5 - apaga y vámonos part 6 - versos de placer minisode part 1 - cuando nadie ve part 6.5 - yo te quiero más minisode part 2 -la niña de mis ojos part 7 - aeropuerto minisode part 3 - falling autumn minisode part 4 - night night part 8 - ambulancia minisode part 5 - subtítulos part 9 - al caer la noche

next chapters:

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summary: on a business trip abroad, you decide to let Jay relax for the night.

author’s notes: welcome to minisode part 6! this one takes place somewhere between part 2 and 3, and before CEO!yn professes her love for Jay.

now I don't know if you guys have noticed, but I haven't been pumping out that much content because the past few weeks were not it for me. I do think I want to release a .5 part before Christmas, though, so maybe stay tuned for that!

and for today's song inspiration:

let's be real, sec!Jay probably loved CEO!yn way before this episode, but maybe this small gesture of affection totally solidified his feelings for her.

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Ever since the eventful day when Jay kissed you and created a turning point in your relationship, you had been looking forward to business trips more than usual. At first, they were purely for professional purposes—meetings with partners and clients from around the world and flying from one city to another. Now, they are still the same, but the added spice of your lovely secretary sleeping with you in every hotel room makes it even better.

The two of you were in Tokyo this time, and if it weren’t for Jay’s native-level Japanese skills, there would be two more people in your hotel room right now. You asked Jay to join you in your presidential suite, which was not what he booked for you, but courtesy of your partners in the city.

Jay was making himself comfortable on the sofa in front of the TV, taking out his laptop and placing it carefully on the coffee table. He followed your movements as you took a mini tour of the suite, and as you disappeared into the bedroom, he shrugged and opened his laptop. He stared at the screen in content, calmly scrolling the trackpad with his fingers.

That is until you let out a loud gasp from the bathroom.

“Boss?” He called out, standing up at the same time. “Everything okay?”

He did not hear a response from you, so he rushed to where you were, only to find you standing in the middle of the bathroom. The bathroom was half the size of the bedroom, which was already huge on its own, and it had a large bathtub installed right in the middle. The wall had floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city, and you could see the sun slowly disappearing into the horizon.

“Isn’t this the most gorgeous bathroom you’ve ever seen?” You asked, acknowledging his presence but not taking your eyes off the view.

“Is that why you gasped?” Jay asked back, his tone sounding slightly judgmental.

You turned around and glared at him, annoyed that he wasn’t appreciating the beauty that was the interior design of the room you were both standing in.

“It’s huge,” Jay said in defeat.

“That’s what she said,” you muttered.

Jay snorted and you just chuckled as you walked towards the bathtub. It was so white and pristine and all you wanted to do was to relax and have a bubble bath in it.

“Remind me about our schedule,” you said, making your way to the bathroom counters to check the toiletries. “Score! They have Byredo.”

It never ceased to amaze Jay the way you were just completely in awe of any luxurious item you encounter as if you couldn’t buy them yourself. He answered you without even checking his phone.

“Activities don’t start until tomorrow. We’re meeting with Mr. Fujioka for lunch, and from then on it will be visits to the company and sites.”

You nodded and brought your wrist up to your chest, checking the time. Jay found it unusual and endearing, the way you always wore your watch on your left wrist and having it face inside. He remembered that you once said that it was your mother who taught you to wear it that way.

“So we don’t have anywhere we need to be right now?” You asked him again for confirmation.

Jay looked at you and nodded, and with that, you immediately pressed the bathtub plug shut and turned on the water.

“Time to relax,” you said, smiling at him.

The huge bathtub took minutes to fill up, and while you were waiting for it, you noticed how Jay was completely immersed in whatever he was doing on his laptop. His brows were knitted, and he had his hand near his mouth, occasionally biting on his fingers whenever something stressed him out too much. You then noticed how his hair was slightly disheveled, and he had rolled up his sleeves to his elbows.

You walked back to the bathroom and turned off the water just in time. The bathtub was not full, but you deemed it enough for a person to submerge in it. You took your blouse off, and instead of getting rid of your dress pants, you rolled them up to your knees. You then looked at yourself in the mirror as you tied your hair up into a ponytail before walking back out to the living room.

“Jay,” you called. “Take a break.”

“Okay,” he replied, not looking at you yet. The moment he set his laptop back on the table, he noticed you topless and your pants rolled up. The view intrigued him, but he couldn’t do anything except tilt his head.

“Come on, your bath is ready.”

“My… bath?” Jay questioned as you disappeared into the bathroom again.

When Jay appeared by the door, he saw you dragging the ottoman from the vanity table and placing it on one side of the bathtub.

“Get in before the water gets cold again,” you demanded. “Face that way.”

Jay had a thousand questions in his head, but at this point, he was just too afraid to ask. He undressed quietly while you went to the shower to grab the shampoo, and then you walked to the bathroom counter to get some of your own hair treatment minis. When you turned around, Jay was already halfway submerging himself in the water.

“You’re not going to join me?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. “There’s plenty of room here.”

You chuckled before leaning in to kiss his lips. “You need this more than I do.”

The sky had turned dark at this point, and instead of having the bathroom fully lit, you opted to just leave the lights by the mirror on, creating a dim and cozy ambiance. You set yourself on the ottoman, putting the little bottles beside your feet.

“Grab the shower head for me, please,” you said after tapping Jay gently on the shoulder.

You ran the water through Jay’s hair and left it wet enough for you to put shampoo on. Jay was quiet the whole time, and as he melted into your touch he started leaning towards the edge of the tub. You noticed that his neck might get uncomfortable, so you stood up hastily to grab a towel, folded it twice, and then put it behind his neck.

“God,” Jay muttered under his breath. Your fingers were skillfully massaging his scalp, and the scent of shampoo was just as pleasant. “This feels so good.”

You just chuckled as you continued to shampoo his hair. He felt like talking would disrupt the serenity, so he decided to just keep his mouth shut, except for a couple of moans of pleasure. You really tried your best not to blush or to hold in your laughter, swearing that you had never heard Jay moan that much before.

While letting the conditioner sit in, your hands traveled down towards Jay’s shoulders, massaging him there. Jay sighed and brought one hand to touch yours.

“It’s not every day you get a massage from your boss, huh?” You squeezed his hand before he let go and let you do your thing.

“I’m in heaven right now,” he said, barely a whisper. You laughed softly at his remark.

Once you were done washing his hair, you stood up and picked up all the stuff from the floor, telling Jay to rinse off well. He merely shifted in the tub and stared at you through the mirror.

“I really thought you were going to join me,” he said with a pout. It took everything in you not to jump him right then and there.

“A simple thank you would be nice, you know.”

“Thank you,” Jay said. After seeing how you continued to put away your toiletries on the counter, he commented again. “But are we having sex tonight or not?”

“Oh, we are,” you answered, staring back at him through the mirror. As you continued to speak, you unbuttoned your pants and pulled the zipper down. “I’m prepping you for it.”

Jay chuckled lowly, covering his face and wetting it in the process as he knew he was already blushing from your simple actions. You made a mental note to spoil Jay more often, as you were certain that he deserved it as much as you do.

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[skylarstark4826]

“If you are my friend, help me, to leave you. Or if you are my lover, help me, so I can be healed of you. If I knew, that the ocean is very deep, I would not have swam. If I knew, how I would end, I would not have began.” - Letter from Under the Sea, Nizar Qabbani

Shuri had stopped believing in the ancestral plane. Also, maybe in some part, the ancestors. Maybe because she’d been jealous. Jealous when her mother or Okoye spoke about how they'd heard or seen or felt T’Challa. While she had not. So she chalked it up to it not being real. They were consoling themselves which was normal and expected, but the ancestral plane wasn’t real. Otherwise, why would he come to them and not to her?

She remembered waking up from her journey after drinking the Heart Shaped Herb and thinking that she’d wasted it. In her anger. In her sorrow. She’d wasted it. She wished to see her brother the most. But, as tales of old tell, the journey to the ancestral realm does not show you the ancestor you want to see, but the ancestor you need to see. She felt now that perhaps she wasn’t meant to see Killmonger because she had to listen to him, but so that she could see how destructive and volatile her rage could be. To disobey instead. Or maybe not. She didn’t really know. Even now.

It had been months after Wakanda’s battle with Talokan. After her battle with Namor. She wasn’t entirely sure why she stopped at the end of the fight. When she’d been so close. It felt bad to admit, but she still wanted…someone to hurt alongside her. Even after staying with Nakia. Even after taking a break. Even after burning her funeral garments. Even after doing all the things she was supposed to do. She was still angry. Perhaps she would always be angry. Perhaps that was the answer she was looking for. She hated not having the answers. So, as she had been for the past several months, she tried to think of an answer on her way back to Wakanda.

She knew she’d have to go back. She was the queen now. Sometimes she thought about not being queen. Just letting that go. She never thought about ruling Wakanda before all this. Not even once. In theory, she was never supposed to. It was always supposed to be him. Just like he was supposed to be the Black Panther. She was that now too. Still, as much as she thought about letting it go, she felt she couldn’t. She could take a break, but at the end of the day, it was her responsibility. Her nation. She was its protector and she had to guide it.

Either way, she entered her lab first thing upon returning home. Everything else was hollow, but her lab still felt like it was hers. Ross was there, waiting. The man stood with his hands folded in front of him, but instantly began to approach as soon as she arrived.

“Awesome. I knew you were getting back today. Listen, have you seen the news lately?”

“I just walked in the door.”

“Well, you do rule a nation now Shuri. And this is a little important. ”

He was a funny man. Always a bit on edge, matter of fact in a hesitant sort of way, typically a few steps behind but useful when he wasn’t. He tilted his head and raised an eyebrow as she walked past him, checking her devices instead. She hadn’t shut him down yet and thus he took that as his sign that he could chuckle awkwardly and carry on.

“If you have watched it you’d know that America is pissed.”

“Aren’t they always?”

“Historically yes, but right now they are pissed at you. Well, Wakanda, but the point is they’re after you guys. A-And they’re not gonna stop. And since they blame you for the mining ship thing, other nations will probably be on their side a-”

His anxious tirade was cut off by another entrance into her lab. How she had naively hoped she might be alone here. Just until she could get settled enough to go to the throne room and start business. Now that she was back in Wakanda, business followed her. M’Baku interrupted Ross’ speech with a scoff and a playfully accusatory finger pointed in the man’s direction.

“Eh, you told me you would not intercept her! This is what happens when you trust the White man. Princess- Or- …Shuri, what has this man told you?”

Shuri sighed, massaging her temples, knowing all these conversations were important, but she hadn’t even been able to gain her bearings. She hopped up onto a table and swung her legs back and forth. What he had told her was that things were about as bad as she expected. She knew things would be bad. Sometimes, as much as she missed T’Challa, she resented him too. Resented him for telling the world about Wakanda. Maybe the way they did things before was wrong too though. Letting all those people out there like them be subjugated and crushed under the weight of colonialism when they could’ve helped those nations centuries ago. Perhaps this was their judgment for that. As far as she could see, Wakanda had not a true friend in the world. Alone. 

“Told me that the American government is less than happy with us. Which I expected. I expect we will have to patrol for them and keep on our toes.”

“I agree. Though The Council and I…and Ross were thinking we might want to be more prepared. For bad things. Now I am not saying I doubt Wakanda’s strength, especially against their "technology”, but it is always better to be a few steps ahead.”

Not this. Not now. She could hear how M’Baku’s typically high energy and talkative tone began to slow and become more tranquil as he trailed off. Shuri was highly intelligent, that was kind of her thing. She could read between the lines. She just… Ross cleared his throat and rocked back and forth before finishing the thought that didn’t really need the extra help.

“We think you should meet with Talokan. With this Namor.”

“I figured as much. Just…let me get settled first and I’ll…try to summon Namor.”

M’Baku nodded dramatically, walking over to Ross and throwing his arm around the man’s shoulder enough to shake his balance. They started for the door as M’Baku rounded off the conversation.

“Right right. All the other reports from when you were away are already uploaded and when you want to leave you should contact Okoye-”

“I’ll go alone. I’m the Black Panther now, remember?”

Then she was alone. 

But now her head was more crowded than before. In all fairness, she never really stopped thinking, but sometimes it could get too crowded. Too much at once. Everything she was already thinking of and now Namor. That was the only thing that she was supposed to do and hadn’t done. She hadn’t seen nor spoken to the man since their battle and their truce. Since she dragged him into the ocean with a hole in her own abdomen. Since they agreed to be as pleasant to each other as the events that got them there would allow. It would’ve been the logical and responsible thing to meet and discuss more formal terms of being allies or…something before the nation actually needed something. She hadn’t wanted to see him. She’d been angry before, but never as much as she had been during their fight and it frightened her. So she hadn’t wanted to see the person that made her like that. It didn’t matter regardless. She was always angry. 

That day, she’d felt like herself and not. The day she almost killed him and started a much bigger issue with Talokan. It was odd that way. Her mother’s call had stopped her, but that was because it was her mother. Not because it was who she was. Shuri wasn’t…all too sure who she was anymore. She stared at the bracelet that had helped her figure all this out. Left in her lab all this time. Sometimes she wondered if he knew she’d be able to do what she’d done with it. Of course not. Otherwise, it would still be with him. As she looked at it and counted the beads despite knowing by heart how many there were, she noticed. Her mind was quiet. 

The water was almost pretty. Pretty when she just took it for what it was. Water. Not so much when she thought about what, who , was in it. She held the shell so tightly the entire way there. She hadn’t even realized it until she stopped in the sands, no one around, and readjusted her grip in preparation to use it and felt her knuckles ache at the release of tension. She didn’t know how she would feel upon seeing him. She assumed the hatred would come rising back up, and as she brought the shell to her lips she was afraid. Not of him, she had beaten him in a fight and almost killed him after all, but afraid to be like that again. To feel the way she felt during battle. For Wakanda, she could put herself aside. Always.

She stood idly, watching the sun slowly begin its descent as the day drew to a close. It was taking longer than anticipated. It was entirely possible that he would not come at all. That he might ignore her. That their treaty meant they’d leave each other alone, but they wouldn’t be allies. She turned away from the water, shaking her head.

“You are impatient.”

Upon hearing his voice, nothing struck her. Not anger, not fear, not sorrow. Quite the opposite. She didn’t feel anything like a jab or a pull or something tightening. Instead, she felt the generally permanent tension in her body slide away from her. Relief. She was relieved. Why? She turned at the sound of the water’s disturbance and there he stood, water up to his knees, as regal as ever. He seemed neutral in his expression, but she could’ve just been hoping he wasn’t too upset so they could talk. 

“I know how fast you are. I assumed you were ignoring me.”

“I was considering it, but here I am.”

“Yes. I wanted to finally talk about more formal terms of our truce. It was the baseline. It needs more.”

“I see. How fair and logical. Very like you.”

Shuri walked closer to the water while Namor exited it further. She looked down at his ankles, still obscured by the water. She wondered about his wing, but it would be bad form to ask. She was the cause of the injury after all. She tapped the shell with her index finger, not knowing how to ask without sounding demanding. Or weak. She didn’t want to come to him for anything. Yet, this was the calmest she’d felt in a while. Even with her mind still racing. As it always did.

“Ah. Something troubles you.”

Not the best opener, but she’d take it since he offered it. He seemed genuine in his calmness. She didn’t quite get it. Though, she didn’t understand her own either.

“The United States government is moving with attempts to destabilize Wakanda. I was wondering if we could count on Talokan. If need be.”

When her eyes met his, he didn’t really seem to be thinking about what she’d just said. He was just…watching. Watching her. What he was looking for, she couldn’t decipher. His eyes trailed lower and lower until they stopped. She was puzzled for only a second before lifting her arm and untying the bracelet from her wrist.

“I brought it to return to you. I’m sure you were missing it.”

He reached and took it from her, but when she went to lower her arm, he held it up to her. As an offer. Far more intentional than the first time it was given to her.

“It was a token of the hope that we could work together. Which we very well still might. It is still yours. Here.”

He tied it back onto her wrist and she furrowed her brows in confusion, shaking her head. She didn’t get it. Was he not upset with her? She was upset with him. He’d taken all she had left. She couldn’t feel it right now, but she knew it was there. Every time he wasn’t in front of her and she thought of him she could feel it with ease. Did he not?

“I expected you to be angrier.”

“Me too. I respect you though. You are a good ruler as I am. It was all fair.”

“Was killing my mother fair to you?”

“I do regret what it led to, but I promised her what I would do. I haven't broken a promise ever. I don't plan to. She died a noble death. She was a noble woman."

She scoffed and chuckled ruefully. She could tell he wasn't trying to push her buttons. Everything he said was just what he believed. 

"Whatever. That's not what this is about. Will you be there if we need it?"

"Of course. My people aren't bitter either if you're wondering. Bothered, yes. But we understand that sometimes this is just the way of things."

"...Good. That was all. Hopefully, I won't need to see you."

She turned to walk away but there was the sound of the water sloshing behind her. He called out.

"Wait. I have something I need to ask you."

"...What is it?"

"Why do you hesitate? Now that you know what I've said about the nations here on the surface world is true. I can see your rage. It's still there."

She sighed because she had thought about it. It was one of the many things still on her mind. She was holding it back. She didn't want the world to suffer. She kept telling herself that over and over. She knew they wouldn't stop. That they wanted to hurt them and consume them the way they'd done other nations. Wakanda had not a friend in the world. Untrue. One. One friend.

"You don't get to tell me what I feel."

The sound of the water had gone back to the constant waves. She could feel him behind her even though he wasn't touching her. 

"No. I suppose not. I know how I feel. I still feel hatred for the surface. I still feel determined to destroy it. I still feel that we need Wakanda's help to do that. That is what I feel. Now you tell me if you feel the same."

She hadn’t even noticed how close he was until she turned her head to see that he was right behind her, their faces separated by the smallest distance. She thought about T’Challa. About everyone else. What they would say. What they would do. What they thought was best for Wakanda. Then she cleared them from her mind and thought about what she would do instead. Not T’Challa. Not Killmonger. Not Mother. Not Father. Shuri. What would she do? How would she care for Wakanda? Namor circled around to stand in front of her in her moment of hesitation and she looked down at the sand and the shell still in her hands. She hoped she might find the answer she was looking for in a grain of sand. She shivered when something cold touched her chin, dropping the shell in surprise. Cold and wet. A hand. His hand held her chin and gently tilted her head up.

“It’s a yes or no question, Queen Shuri.”

No one had called her that yet. People were still in the habit of calling her princess or just using her name. It still felt strange to everyone else. When he said it, it sounded as natural as the way he soared through the air. She thought she would hate hearing people call her that, but the sound of it from his lips caressed her ears and tempted her pride. She knew her answer, but what would everyone think if they could hear it?

“Yes. I do.”

“Then why don’t we?”

Shuri raised her hand to his wrist to pull his hand away, but it just rested on his wrist instead. A loose grip. Hardly a grip at all. His hand slid to her cheek, fingertips brushing her ear, thumb hovering just above her bottom lip. It sounded so enticing. The thing that made it worse was the way he wasn’t trying too hard to sell it to her. To convince her. He didn’t need to. He must’ve known that. Perhaps it would be what she needed. To placate her vexation. She inhaled slowly and could smell the salt from his skin as she stepped a little closer. Though there wasn’t much closer they could be before they would touch. She felt like she was barely balancing on the edge of a cliff, rocking, and swaying, waiting for that one gentle wind to come by and knock her over the side. She didn’t know what would be waiting for her at the bottom of the cliff. Rocks, icy water, a current, nothingness.

“Because it’s wrong, Namor.”

“My enemies call me Namor. Please, if we’re at least allies now. Even if you recite things others tell you instead of what you’d rather say.”

Her mind was tranquil. Her thoughts were ordered and graceful. She felt so focused when he talked to her. It was the center of her focus that gave cause for concern. She could almost feel her heart fluttering. She’d already admitted what she felt. So why didn’t she? She took another step forward and there was no space left. She could feel the stray water droplets from his skin latch onto her clothes and retreat into the fabric. She didn’t feel conflicted when she only thought of what was the right thing to do now. Not what would’ve been the right thing before or to someone else. His eyes held no judgment. Only patience.

“...K’uk’ulkan. If I take the fight to them, will you help me?”

“Naturally.”

“Do you promise?”

He smiled and there was even the softest hint of laughter chasing right behind it. His thumb tugged at her lower lip gingerly as he hummed in what seemed to be contemplation. Every time she thought on him, she felt detestation. Now that he was in front of her it didn’t feel so simple. It was that same way, but only for a split second when she’d pulled him back into the ocean after their battle. Respect? Admiration? Did she feel safe in the sense of being able to relate to him? Even now as the feeling seemed to be drowning her, stealing her breath, accelerating her heart rate, making her hands unsteady, she couldn’t place it.

“I promise you, Your Majesty. Would you like to seal it?”

Oh.

He looked at her mouth after his last sentence and back at her. She’d answered question after question with less and less room for thought between each one. Yet, her mind became more and more clear.

“Yes.”

So they did. The first kiss was chaste and cautious, but there was another. And another. And another. Each one longer than the last. In that particular moment, she felt nothing in the way of uncertainty or fury. She’d wanted him to kiss her, but she still didn’t know what it was she might call the mysterious emotion that had filled her lungs. Whatever it was, she’d be fine to drown in it. 

“Love is an anguish, a question, a luminous doubt suspended. It is a desire to know the whole of you and a fear of finally knowing it." - Love is an Anguish, Xavier Villaurruita

[whiskeyswriting]

The Reveal

The weeks following the wedding, Alana was busy helping Admiral Simpson train a new class at Top Gun. She kept her phone on her to be made aware of when Baylie and Mickey, the Garcia’s, returned from their honeymoon.

This new class of Top Gun students was in worse shape than the Daggers. They refused to work as a team. Even Jake was annoyed with them.

Jake arrived at Alana’s apartment with his gym bag and takeout. “Hey! Sorry I’m late. I brought my gym bag to leave together for the gym in the morning.” He reaches her and pecks her.

“I see you’re getting more comfortable using that key that was for emergencies only,” Alana teases him. “Hi babe,” she greets him before kissing him.

He wraps her in a tight hug. “Mmm. The damn kids were driving me crazy today.”

“Kids? Jake, they're about 3 to maybe 6 years younger than you,” she says laughing.

“Exactly kids! They’re all refusing to cooperate. Always instigating one another.”

“Hmm. That reminds me of someone…” Alana just stares at him.

He gasps in mock offense. “How dare you?” He starts tickling her. “Take it back!”

She starts giggling and shakes her head. “Never!”

To distract her, Jake slips his hands under Alana’s shirt causing her to arch into him. “Jake…”

“Alana, love. Please. I need you,” he says trailing kisses down her neck as he removes her shirt.

Dinner is delayed as Jake and Alana use each other to release their pent up frustrations from work.

After a couple more days of dealing with the students, Bradley and Jake decided that they all needed a getaway. Baylie and Mickey still had some days off so they would also be joining.

The day before the trip, Grace and Baylie went to Alana’s apartment to catch up on their girl talk while she packed.

It wasn’t until Lucky is going through Alana’s closet that she finds a pair of sweatpants that are too long for Cin. She continues looking and finds a few shirts that are definitely not Alana’s style.

“Wifey…? Why are… Yup… Why are Jake’s clothes here?”

Grace looks at her interested. “How do you know they’re Jake’s?”

“That’s besides the point… The point we’re trying to make is why they’re here in Cin’s closet.”

“I… Oh look Rooster’s calling you Spice…” Alana says, tossing her friend her phone.

Baylie is quick to corner Alana. “Nope. Nah-uh. We’re demanding answers or we’re not going on this trip.”

“Are you five Lucky?”

“No. I’m 5’2”,” she replies with a smirk.

Alana rolls her eyes and fakes turning to the right t then goes left when Baylie turns to follow her.

“Cheater!” Baylie calls out and laughs. “But for real tell us!”

Meanwhile, Bradley and Mickey arrive at Jake's apartment. “Bagman hurry and finish packing! We’re leaving in two hours!”

“I just need to get my duffel bag!” Jake calls out from the kitchen as he finishes packing up his snacks.

“I’ll get the duffel bag from the closet,” Mickey calls out. He makes his way to Jake’s room and then the closet. Suddenly he calls out for Bradley. “Roo! Can you come see if I’m seeing the same thing?!”

Bradley reached the closet and they both are staring with their mouths agape at a bridesmaid dress and a uniform that is too small for Jake. Bradley pulls out the uniform that has the nametag still on.

“Hey Jake… We didn’t know you’re Metcalf now,” Rooster says as Jake walks in.

“Or that you were wearing a bridesmaid dress at my wedding,” Mickey adds with a smirk.

Jake stands frozen at the door of his room. He knew one day the moment to reveal their relationship to their friends would come. In all honesty they were planning on telling them during the trip.

“Let’s go get the girls… Mickey, maybe we should wear these outfits,” Bradley says. “Let’s see how they react!”

“Let’s FaceTime them instead… I know they’re with Cin now so both of them can’t hide now.”

Baylie’s phone rings and Mickey and Bradley show on her screen for the FaceTime call. “Husband!” Baylie replies.

Mickey blushes and smiles widely. “Hola mi reina. Mi amor. Mi esposa.”

“That was so cute it gave me ten cavities,” Alana mumbled.

“Would you rather get c–” Baylie can’t finish her sentence as Grace covers her mouth.

“Garcia! I swear I will hurt you!” The girls can hear Jake say over the phone.

“Mickey! Remember that time I stole the sweatpants from Jake and then spilled barbecue sauce on them? I found the pants!”

“Really where?”

“In Cin’s closet!”

“Interesting! Because guess what we found in Jake’s closet?”

“Oooh!!! Do tell us!” Grace says as her face comes on the screen.

Jake and Alana are texting each other in mild panic but also laughing.

Bradley shows the girls the uniform and Alana’s bridesmaids dress.

Baylie drops the phone and tackles Alana. “You sneaky minx! Why didn’t you tell us?”

Mickey and Bradley are cracking up hearing the girls attack Alana with questions.

“Let’s just go to Cin’s apartment to get the girls and we’ll all sit and talk like the grown ups we pretend to be,” Jake tells everyone.

Within 30 minutes, Jake is all packed an is the first to arrive at Alana’s apartment. Instead of waiting for Bradley and Mickey to arrive in the Bronco, he makes his way to Alana’s apartment, using the key and giving Grace and Baylie more reason to question.

“You all have keys!” Alana says when they turn to look at her.

Five minutes later, Bradley and Mickey arrive. Immediately, they all situate themselves in the living room.

Mickey and Baylie sit first on the sofa, with Mickey’s arm wrapped around Baylie’s waist.

On the other corner of the sofa, Bradley sits and has Grace sit on his lap.

This left the loveseat for Jake and Alana. “So,” Jake begins. “Before you bombard us with questions we’ll talk.”

Alana and Jake look at each other and just nod after silently communicating with each other. “Jake and I are dating. Officially. Since the wedding.”

“Since MY wedding?” Mickey asks.

Baylie glares at him, causing him to say “I mean OUR wedding?”

Jake and Alana nod. “It’s… We’ve been friends with benefits for over a year now but…”

“We love each other,” Jake finishes for Alana. “Yes you heard me right, love.”

The girls suddenly squeal and jump up to hug Alana. “Oh we’re so happy for you! It’s about time you both got together.”

The guys also congratulate Jake but warn him that he’d make a big mistake the day he ever hurt her or broke her heart.

The two couples headed to the cars to pack up their bags and give Jake and Alana some time alone.

“You know they’re going to have way more questions,” Alana tells Jake.

“I know Cin. But let’s enjoy this trip with our friends and as our first official trip as a couple,” Jake says, pulling her in for a tender kiss.

Soon, their kiss gets interrupted when Baylie announces that they made a revision to the hotel reservations. Instead of four rooms, now it would be two. The girls in one and the guys in another.

They already knew the trip would be filled with teasing and a barrage of questions from their friends, and they wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[linalilia]

[meet the prisoners!] prisoner 010: himura reina

my last prisoner oc LET'S GO. tbh it was really hard for me to come up with a design for her but now her design is definitely one of my favorites! idk i just really like how she looks :)

as i said this is my last prisoner oc and that means i'm gonna post my guard ocs after her! very excited, hehe..

General info:

Name: Himura Reina (緋村伶永) (Her last name means "scarlet" and "town" and her first name means "actor, performer" and "eternity")

Age: 20 y/o

Gender: Female

Birthday: February 7 (Aquarius)

Blood type: AB

Height: 163 cm

Image color: #9AB2C8

Occupation: Unemployed

Personality: Reina is.. a very strange young woman. Unpredictable and chaotic, it's hard to say what her true intentions and motives are. It feels like she's plotting something, but at the same time it feels like she's only pretending and she's just messing around. She proudly claims to be the most dangerous prisoner here, she even confessed that she's actually a serial killer.. But for some reason, guards refuse to believe her. It's just so weird, almost all prisoners think that they did nothing wrong and they want to be voted innocent, meanwhile Reina is so desperate, she's basically begging Eiji and Miki to vote her guilty. Why would anyone do something like that? And they doubt that Reina is the type of person to hate herself for her crimes. What's even more interesting is that Reina actually wants to see if the whole "prisoners can't lie" thing is true and she wants to intentionally mislead Eiji and Miki with her MV. Why? Oh, she just wants them to know how "evil" she really is, like, she would really go that far to hide her crimes!.. But then why did she even say that she's a serial killer? Or maybe her crime is actually different and she just doesn't want the guards to see it? Maybe it's easier for her to say that she's a dangerous serial killer than confess to her real crime?

MV info.

Which canon Milgram song she would cover: MeMe. Honestly, this is one of my favorite covers to imagine because I just know that it would sound amazing and also it just.. man, I think it would fit her character so well, but not because she's similar to Mikoto in any way, it's because Reina wants people to believe that she's more dangerous than she really is. It's like she actually wants to do the same thing Mikoto did with his song and go "haha you guys thought i was the most normal one here but y'all were so wrong :D", so of course, she would sing MeMe to make people believe there's more to her crime! Also as a bonus, I like to imagine her singing the "Why am I here, it must be a mistake" parts in, like, this "mocking" way, like she doesn't actually believe her own words and she knows well that all of this is just an act.. but hey, maybe people will actually find her scary now.

Which DECO*27 song she would cover: To be honest, it was a bit hard to find a song for her. Maybe I should've picked Liar Dance for her and not Naomi, but even though it definitely has her vibes, I don't think the voice that I imagine her to have would be good for that song. So I decided to go with Seigi no Turret! I think it's very Reinacore, especially when you read the lyrics ("Good lies and bad lies are all jumbled up", "Come on, be happy—it’s what you wished for", "I find myself wanting to hide my sadness", "Darkness was better") Though I have to admit that some lyrics sound a lot like Asahi, for example, "You want to throw away your things, but strangely start wanting other people's things" or "That's selfish, where's your mama? Inconvenience leaves you bawling like a baby" or "The stuff everyone else has is exactly what I don't have" 👀

If she could cover a song by a different Vocaloid producer, which one would it be: Again, I had to think a lot about this and I think I'll go with Shirokuro Reversi by shitoo. It's so fun to imagine her changing her voice a bit to sound like two different people and also yeah, Reina's moral complex is.. something and it really does feel like there are two different people fighting inside of her. Reina claims that she doesn't feel any guilt and that she's even proud of her crimes, but also.. sometimes it feels like she's this close to snapping because of how much she actually hates herself.

Her MV description:

Her MV would mostly have only black, gray and white colors, but it would become brighter closer to the end. Reina's image color also appears in some scenes.

The video starts with Reina and her friends going somewhere together. They're laughing, smiling and simply having a great time and enjoying each other's company. Suddenly, one of Reina's friends points at a girl standing there looking lost and confused. Reina's friends start whispering about something and she nods and agrees with them. The girl turns around and sees all of them standing right in front of her. She looks relieved and she starts explaining her situation, they agree to help her. The girl goes with them, but she starts noticing that the colors are becoming even darker and that there's something wrong about the way Reina and her friends smile. Right when she's about to leave, Reina's friends stop her and look at their leader, waiting for her orders. Reina simply nods again. All of them run away with the girl's bag and they leave her lying on the ground. It doesn't look like they killed her, but they definitely beat her up.

We can see that Reina and her friends did the same thing to many other people and they enjoyed it every time, especially Reina. The lyrics mention that Reina doesn't have a motive for doing all of this, she just likes spending time with her friends and they see her as their leader, so.. she can't really say no to them. We can also see them buying things with those people's money, like jewelry or clothes. And again, the lyrics say that Reina is actually doing great, it's not like she has problems with money or anything like that, she just thinks it's fun. Maybe she just likes making people suffer, haha..

Later we can see Reina getting a call from her friend. She gets really excited and right when she's about to leave the house, someone stops her. She just rolls her eyes and tries to come up with an excuse, but eventually this turns into a heated argument and Reina ends up running away in tears. But while she's running, she suddenly notices something. She sees footprints that are the exact same color as her image color. She slowly becomes more and more nervous and she decides to follow the footprints. The video also starts "getting its colors back" and it's not so monochrome anymore. Black, white and gray are completely gone when Reina finds her friends and sees that they beat someone up again, but this time it actually looks like that person is almost dead and you can see blood under them and it's also Reina's image color.

Before we can see how Reina feels about this, everything goes black and a second later the colors are back again and we can see Reina laughing with her friends and pointing at their victim. But then, her friends realize something and they look at Reina and they look at the victim again. Their face expressions change completely and they look so shocked, it even looks like they regret what they've done. They try to calm Reina down, but she only starts laughing louder and then she falls on the ground. Now she's crying and laughing at the same time. We can't actually see the victim, but we can see that person's sneakers covered in something that is most likely supposed to be blood, but again, it's not red and it's Reina's image color. The lyrics just keep repeating "I did it, I did it, I did it, I did it.." until the MV ends, but we can hear Reina saying "And I had fun" even though it's obvious that it's painful for her to say it and she's not being honest with herself.

Trailer 1 Voicelines:

"Hi, hi! Himura Reina here! I'm 20 years old and my occupation is.. um, being the cutest serial killer, hehe~ Just kidding.. or maybe what I'm saying is true. Who knows? You two will have to find that out, that's, like, your job here. But hey, you know what to do if I turn out to be the most dangerous criminal here, right? So do your best~"

"Come on, dad, it's not that serious! Those people deserved it anyway! And it's not like I'm a murderer or anything, I just.. you know, punch them one or two times, but that's it!"

Trivia:

You want to know more about her crimes? Well, she literally said that you'll have to find that out yourself, so.. but yes, she will tell you that she had more than 50 victims. Do you believe her though?

Of course, someone like her deserves a guilty verdict, right? That's what she thinks, at least.

She's very close with Yurika and she likes her a lot and thinks they're actually really similar. She also gets along with Aimi, but I wouldn't say that they're very close. She doesn't like Eiko that much though.. And just like Yurika, she's not that close with the male prisoners, but she likes to tease Akio and Asahi. She also thinks that the way Shun forgets everything so easily and says whatever comes to his mind is funny.

Riku and Reina's theme is "Guilt" or "Blame-shifting". Riku likes to say that what he did was for everyone's good and also, people actually encouraged him to do it. They wanted him to commit that crime, so he had no other choice. However, Riku's friends don't do anything like that in his MV, actually, the worst thing they've done in his MV is calling someone talented and accidentally making Riku have a breakdown because of that. Meanwhile Reina's friends do so many horrible things in her MV.. but she never actually mentions them. It's all about her being dangerous, it's all about her being this insane murderer, her friends don't have anything to do with it. So.. who is actually the guilty one here?

[odysseywritings]

It's a Hard Road, but We're Making It

@flashfictionfridayofficial

Reina was exhausted, reeling from an emotionally exhausting fight against the invaders. Haven had just removed his armor and went to sit with Reina as she started to cry. He'd known her enough to know what might be weighing on her and he held her closely and firmly.

"It's never going to stop, is it," she shivered. "How many years of this? I can't think of a normal life anymore."

Haven let her talk, being her anchor in the neverending stormy sea. He got up and offered her some fruit, knowing she wouldn't eat it, but that she would appreciate the gesture of sharing.

"I keep thinking," she continued, "maybe it would be better if we just minded our own business. I don't care if it sounds selfish. There's people out there more qualified to fight this. Hell! What a nightmare this is!"

The rest of her tears burned up, and she hated feeling this weak, though Haven knew this made her real. His expression didn't change much outside of these moments, where sadness and grief were clear, and that he did not have to second guess what someone was feeling. He liked that about Reina, how visible her reactions were, how he could know when she needed help even if he wasn't sure what to do.

"Reina," he started softly, almost boyishly. "Do you remember when we first met? I don't have the best memory, but we both hated these guys, but we were too weak and scared to do anything while they made our homes prisons. And I think we both knew it in some way. Just speaking for myself, it made me angry how nothing seemed to matter. Even when these things were ruining things, I just wanted to live my life. And then... Well, you know about my family..."

Reina sniffled and leaned on his head, looking down. She compared the scars on her arms and his, how similarly pale and deep.

"I don't know if things happen for a reason. Like, if fate is real or if we're cursed. But I know this much." He held her hand and looked at her with big sad blue eyes and a pained smile. "We can still dream. This doesn't have to be our life forever. And look at this journey we've made! All the things we experienced, not just the bad, but the people and animals we've helped. I wish it came with better circumstances. But if we had given up in the past, we wouldn't see how much that's great about life, why we fight for it."

She exhaled, uncertain about his words and if he was talking sense. Still, she lifted her head up and looked at him with her dark eyes.

"I know I want to go exploring, rescuing life from hazards, learning about the universe, making things! And I know who I want to," he blushed with a small smile, "start a family with."

"You are hopeless," she chuckled, wiping away the final tears.

"The opposite, though. I had no confidence in my future or myself. But now I get it. Life is dumb, and mean, and you wish it were different. But life that we can create can be good. There's more children around, there are trees and rivers turning normal, and more people joining our side. It's BECAUSE we're kicking ass that these war freaks keep throwing everything at us. They're scared we'll win. They were arrogant when we were younger and insecure and they could just get stronger and do whatever they wanted. We have a chance now. I think it's good to know the things we went through aren't wasted. If we're both alive after all these years, we can do anything, like dreaming."

"You're... Ugh, when you get so optimistic? You're like a dog sometimes."

"I'm just paying it forward when you saw something in me. I didn't think you were right back then, but I'm glad I trusted you. You're more like a queen now than before, too."

She stifled a grin, feeding off that desire for pride, and she gained a lighter mood. It still took time for her to recover fully, but she soon could match Haven's energy, and it wouldn't take long until it surpassed his. Perhaps this all was inevitable, or just they are both going to be unlucky no matter what, yet she did not want to give in to a bleak future. It was harder, but she had more freedom, and she would have more of it once these interdimensional tyrants were stopped for good. Dreams of a scientific, enlightening future appealed to her as well. Altruism and creativity were still decent. As for a family? She'd think about it but she couldn't think of a better person to make one with.

[leisdossier]

cjreina angst but known universe themed bc we like the solar system here

maybe in another universe, you weren't crying about a marriage that didn't happen. maybe in another universe, you weren't mourning over a fruitless engagement with that childhood friend you grew up with all your life.

i still remember you were wearing that white, frilly bow he got you one christmas, your hair was half-tied as the wavy strands flowed elegantly behind your back. you looked stunning, as you always were, yet your eyes held back tears of regret.

"i told him, rei," oh how i used to love to hear you call me by my nickname, but not when you were falling apart before me. "i confessed everything to him," you sobbed pitifully. i was too stunned. i thought you just wanted to meet me to escape that dinner party you dreaded the week before. "y-you did?" i stuttered in shock before guiding you down to sit on the bench of the park where you asked me to meet you. "what happened?"

thank God for waterproof mascara because you were crying your heart out. i didn't have the heart to urge you to tell me first before you went back on crying but i suppose the pain was too much to bear.

i always knew he didn't deserve you, even if you were planned to marry each other.

after a few moments of silence and multiple attempts of composing yourself, you looked up to me. "so, i told him that i liked him," you wiped a tear away, "a-and i told him even if they pushed the wedding and we did get married, i would let him have his freedom. e-even if that meant-" "what?" i snapped. i wish i didn't but my mouth spoke too soon, "clau, you can't be serious. tell me you're joking," disbelief was an understatement. it was beyond incomprehensible. you stared at me with glassy eyes, surprised at my sudden outburst. "clau, he literally treated you like shit! i thought i made that clear already from the beginning when you became /my/ friend," i gritted, anger bubbling within my system. she can't be for real with what she's saying. she's just disappointed and feeling the effects of a rejection.

"but i love him, reina. i have no say in this and you know that too," you shot back as you took a deep breath in, "you know how important all of this is to the family. /my/ family." right, i forgot. family comes first to you, of course. "all i asked from him was to let me like him and it would be fine. i can pretend for him if that meant i wouldn't have to let down both of our families," you held your head down. "you can yell at me all you want, fine. i understand because i brought this upon myself even after the times i sought you and cali when i felt delusional." i felt your hands reach out to mine as you gently rubbed over my knuckles as you tried to make me understand every single word you said, like i was even more fragile than you were. "i'm sorry if i was stubborn but all i am asking is for you to understand. please? i know i can make this work."

i tightened my grip, still in denial that you are willing to do all that for a guy who doesn't care. "reina, please? can you trust me on this one? i know you trust me, i've never been wrong when i said i can make things work before, right?" i softened at that. "yeah, i hate when you do that. you make it sound like you're a psychic," i mumbled to which you chuckled at. well, atleast you're smiling now for a bit.

"so, what now? if it did work, then what? you stay in a loveless marriage?" "it's not loveless when i like him," i slightly rolled my eyes at that, "a partially loving marriage, then."

you went silent, "i-i don't know yet. but atleast it's over, right? the business comes first but they won't have to breathe down our necks all the time." i was conflicted still, but i nodded anyways, "i see."

the far off look on your face as we sat next to each other was enough to tell me what i needed to know. and that was the thing: you almost always knew what to do after all that disappointment, as if you never saw the glass empty for it always has been half full in your eyes. you were everything i wanted to change in me because maybe then i can start to like myself. but i can never be you, even if i prayed to a million meteors falling on this defenseless planet. yet, that still sounded fine to me because i would rather look at you anyway.

i would rather look at you as you shine the brightest among all, as if your were one of those shooting stars that just came walking into my life, because you are the greatest wish the universe has ever granted me.

maybe in another universe, i would have been a better friend who you needed to rely on at that moment. maybe in another universe, i didn't give you a stiff shoulder just because the thought of you being too close to my space shouldn't have given me the butterflies on a very sad moment. maybe in another universe, i would have listened to the desperate cries of my heart which only called out for you.

[ivanshogun]

Sibling's Unconditional Love Part (3/3)

 “Nyahh,not my neck” she squealed as I hold on it I close the distance between us, licking her nape, biting it from time to time while I thrust as hard as I could. I continued to fuck her from behind while I hold on her neck, pinning her down while she gasp for air. “W-wait, ████, I.... I can't breathe, let go of me please” she said. Unfazed on what she said, all I did were to make use of her insides. She desperately tries to remove my hand out of her neck while her insides Squeezes me tight, milking my cum out of my balls. “Oooouhhh, this kinda feels good, I might die but ugh this is too good I'm gonna cu-” she struggles to breathe as I pump my cum inside her while her whole body shivers.

(362488. Photo for reference)

We both lay down, my sweat dripping as I look at her. Her dead eyes were filled with satisfaction, a broken smile while she continuesly gasp for air. “Nee-san... Sorry I got carried away, you okay?” I didn't got no response, all I hear from her is her struggling voice, laughing softly. After a while she finally spoke. “Ahh, I'm alright, just pass me my breather” she said, still restless and struggling to keep her breathing on pace. I hand her the breather and she finally calmed down. “Ahhh, ████ that's was too dangerous, but I didn't dislike it tho.” she said, pinching my cheeks. “Sorry, I'm just too furious on what you did throughout the whole day” I said. She whispers something to herself, “Maybe, I should do it more often so he would fuck me hard” oh man she's crazy. “Huh? No I won't do it again” I said. “You heard that? Welp, let's just stay like this for now” she hugged me.

“Nee-san..”

“Call me by my name” she pouts.

“Reina, I love you..”

“I love you too,████” she smiles,kissing me on the lips while we both hugged tightly. And then we fell asleep on each other's arms.......

Our days Continued as normal but that night really did change everything, we don't hide anymore, we were like real lovers. Well that time really is her risky day, I got her pregnant, shit I totally messed up on that one. Well she looks happy about it, she's even more happier when our daughter were finally born. Our parents didn't really go against us. Well since they both are about to retire, they gave the company on my hands so I now work, well I mean laying around and  doing nothing is pretty much a bad thing to do. At first I didn't really like how me and my sister's relationship turned out but seeing her smile while she's with me is such a big enlightenment for me. Well seeing her happy makes me feel overwhelmed with emotion and satisfaction, afterall that's what an unconditional love is..............Right?

--End

[llycaons]

I’m kind of mad on colt’s behalf for this...reina and her mama reunited but colt is left with a world-weary adult who he raised for four (?) months and who doesn’t need him anymore. give that man a baby to look after. or send him to his family. I think he needs it

[canirove]

Red & Blue | Chapter 27

Author's note: There are gonna be a bunch of time jumps on the next few chapters because I needed to speed things up a bit, so get ready to be on January on one paragraph, and June on the next 😂

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"Listen, everybody! It's cake time!" Declan yells. "Sing with me! Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Mason, happy birthday to you!"

"You have to make a wish first!" Chilly says.

"Ok... Done" Mason says, blowing the candles.

"Oh, that's the front door" Chilly says. "You better go check who it is."

"Me? Why? And who could it be this late?" Mason asks.

"Maybe a neighbour? Though we haven't made too much noise, have we?" Declan says.

"You should still go see who it is, bro" Chilly insists. "Just in case. We’ll take care of the cake."

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"Happy birthday, Mase" I say with a big smile when he opens the front door.

"What in the actual hell" he says, his eyes wide open.

"Can I come in? I think it's starting to rain."

"Sure" he says, still looking at me as if I wasn't real.

"Aren't you gonna give me a hug or something?" I say after I've taken off my coat.

"I..." he mutters. "It's you. It's really you."

"It's me, Mason" I say, putting my arms around his neck. "It's really me."

"But... How? You had a game this morning."

"I did. But I was allowed to make a quick trip to London for my boyfriend and fake husband's birthday. Perks of winning and scoring two goals."

"Two very good goals" he says, finally reacting and hugging me back. "I can't believe you are here."

"I am. At least until Monday morning. So we better use our time wisely" I say, kissing him while hearing all our friends cheer behind us.

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Due to our schedule, this year we can't make our usual trip to Paris for Valentine's Day, but we are getting together with the national team on that exact same day.

"Buenos días. ¿Qué tal estás? ¿Qué tal el vuelo?"

"Oh, that Spanish is improving, Emily" I say as I get of my car.

"I know. It's all Duolingo. Love it."

"The flight went really well, by the way" I say, answering her question.

"Wonderful! Why don't we go inside?" she says with a big smile.

When I walk into St. George's Park, I can't believe my eyes.

"Mason?"

"Happy Valentine's day, gorgeous" he says, holding a huge bouquet of red roses.

"What is this?" I say, still not believing what I have in front of me.

"Since we can't go to Paris, I thought I could still make it special. Even if everyone around us is watching, filming and taking photos."

"Well, now at least we know we'll have something to help us remember this day" I say, picking the bouquet from Mason's hands. "They are beautiful."

"You, are beautiful" he says, cupping my face and kissing me, Emily behind us letting out a very loud "aww".

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My first season with Real Madrid couldn’t have ended better. We win the league title and the Spanish cup, also known as Copa de la Reina, and now it’s time to get together with the national team again, the World Cup just around the corner. Though this time we won’t be sharing everything with the men’s team since they are playing in the US and we are playing in Canada.

“We won’t be spending your birthday together” Mason says on our way to St. George’s Park.

“We’ll survive.”

"Yeah, but it's your 30th birthday. It's a special one."

"We can always celebrate after the World Cup. And besides, it's just a number. It isn't that important."

"That sounds like something someone who is scared about getting old would say..."

"I'm not scared about getting old, you idiot" I say, hitting him in the arm. "And if I'm getting old, that means you are also getting old."

"But not as much as you."

"Keep teasing me, and I'll throw you out of the car."

"You love me too much to do that”.

"I'm starting to love you a bit less every time you open your mouth."

"Then close it. You know how to do it."

"You want me to punch you?" I say, arching a brow.

"So violent, love."

"I'm getting old, and that's what happens. You become all grumpy and angry with the world" I shrug.

"But you can still kiss me, can't you? Or is that just for young people?"

"I don't know, Mase..." I sigh. "I guess we'll have to try to be sure."

"It's gonna be disgusting, but..." he says, leaning forward.

"Very" I say. "You better be ready."

"I was born ready."

"Hi the... Oh! Sorry to interrupt" Emily says, opening the car's door. We were so focused on our little banter that we didn't realize that were already at St. George's, or that the car had stopped.

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"Mason, I should be going to bed. I'm flying to Canada tomorrow."

"I know, I know. This will only take a few minutes, I promise."

"Urgh" I say, letting him guide me to wherever he is taking me, my eyes coverer with an eye mask.

"Here. Don't move" he says, finally stopping.

"Can I take this off now?"

"You can."

"Where are we?" I say, trying to adjust to the light. "Oh, wait."

"Do you recognize it now?"

"It's... It's my secret place. Well, ours now."

"Do you remember when I came here looking for you after that article with Chilly?"

"How could I forget that" I chuckle.

"That day, when I saw you so broken... It hurt so much. In my mind I could only think one thing: I must make her smile, I don't want to see her like this ever again."

"You did make me smile" I say, remembering that day.

"And when I did, I realized something else. That I was falling in love with you."

"You... You were..."

"I know it took you a bit longer to come to that conclusion too" he says with a shy smile. "But... Yeah. That's why this place became even more special."

"I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything."

"But..."

"But nothing" he says, putting a lock of my hair behind my ear, reminding me of the moment I realized I was falling in love with him. "And since we aren't going to be together on your birthday, I thought I could give you your present today."

"Mason, you didn't have to get me anything."

"It's your 30th birthday. Even if you don't care, I do, and want it to be special" he says, taking a small box from his pocket. A ring box.

"Mase..."

"Relax, I'm not gonna ask you to marry me.”

"Good" I say, letting out a big sigh.

"Why so relieved? Is that such a horrible idea?" he chuckles.

"No, no. It's just that... I don't know. We are fine like this, with our fake marriage and all that. I don't think we need an official paper or a priest telling us what we already know. That we love each other and want to spend the rest of our lives together."

"True" he says, giving me that smile I love so much. "Anyway, here is your present."

"Is this a fake box ring like mine?"

"Open it and you will find out."

"Oh my God, Mason" I say, seeing what is inside the box. "Are you... This is... Wow."

"I'll take that as a sign of you liking it?"

"I love it" I say, taking out the ring. It's simply beautiful.

"I wanted to get you something with a red or a blue stone, but I didn’t like anything they had. Then Lewis saw this one, and we both thought it was perfect.”

"Is this a real emerald?"

"Yep, the small diamonds too. I’m saving the big one for another occasion" he says with a cheeky smile.

"You are crazy, Mason" I say, inspecting the ring a bit closer. It looks like a flower, the emerald on the middle and little diamonds on the sides as if they were leaves.

"Crazy about you, that's correct" he says, taking the ring from my hand. "Right one?"

"Yes. We don't want people to notice and start the engagement rumours."

"Again" he laughs.

"Yes, again."

"There. Perfect."

"I love it, Mason. Thank you very much" I say, wrapping my arms around his neck and hugging him.

"Happy birthday, gorgeous" he whispers in my ear, hugging me back.

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[cooliogirl101]

Now I'm imagining an au where the ppg had jiraiya as a jounin-sensei (maybe they got him as a punishment for hacking into the files or something?) and Minato got sakumo instead lol

Honestly would feel kind of bad for Jiraiya in that AU, dude would be way in over his head lol. Three terrifyingly competent teenage girls, each strong in their own way, intensely devoted to each other with unmatched teamwork skills, who aren’t afraid to break a few rules to get what they want? Nightmare situation for any new jounin sensei.

Not to mention I feel like Jiraiya’s the kind of person Kushina would feel the urge to prank constantly. His porn-writing tendencies/general way he treats women would definitely rub Mikoto the wrong way, and given that Mikoto’s usually the one who holds Kushina back from going too far in her pranks, this would equal double the amount of pranks for Jiraiya. Reina would probably end up being the most sympathetic one because she can see under all his bluster, he genuinely means well. Still, as a team they’d have a much harder time adjusting to Jiraiya compared to Sakumo.

(In which Jiraiya tries to impress his new team by emphasizing what a Very Big Deal it is to have him as a teacher and what a Very Big Deal He Is, Too Important to be Dealing With You Plebeians, and it ends up backfiring completely.)

“Here.” Jiraiya looked up, instinctively catching the bottle Reina tossed at him.

“Acetone. It dissolves superglue,” she explained. Jiraiya hesitated in opening the bottle, causing a wry smile to appear on Reina’s face. “Don’t worry, I didn’t put anything…extra in. You can test it on me if you don’t believe me.”

“Ah, there’s no need for that,” Jiraiya replied, slightly sheepishly. Then again, after the day he’d had, he thought he could be forgiven for being a little more cautious than usual. “Could you—?”

He trailed off when Reina stepped behind him, wordlessly complying with his request to remove the wooden sign (containing some rather colorful language) glued to his back before he’d even had a chance to ask.

“You know, the only reason she pranks you is because she wants you to teach her,” Reina murmured, as she began using the acetone to separate the sign from his back inch by inch.

Jiraiya let out a harsh laugh.

“I’m the last person she wants to teach her,” he said bitterly. “She hates me. They both do.”

His words cracked slightly at the end, hurt creeping out of his throat like thorns, and he bit back a curse. As if things with his team weren’t bad enough, now he had to go and ruin his chances at gaining the respect of his only student who didn’t seem to resent him.

Reina’s hands paused for a second.

“Kushina wants a teacher that responds to her. Mikoto wants a teacher that respects her. That’s very different from them hating you, sensei,” she said quietly.

“I’ve been trying to do that—”

“You’ve been trying to impress us,” Reina corrected. “Or the Hokage. Maybe your colleagues as well, I don’t know. But that’s not what we need.” She looked at him, gaze calm and steady and entirely too wise for someone her age. “What we need isn’t some larger-than-life legendary figure who’s too important to sit down and talk through the basics with us— what we need is someone real and willing to be present. Show Kushina you’re willing to take her seriously and that she doesn’t need to fight for your attention. Show Mikoto that you don’t think any less of her for being female. That’s it. Do that and I promise you they’ll come around.”

“That’s it, huh?” Jiraiya murmured, almost inaudibly. Just be present. How…simple.

Reina looked at him.

“When you were a genin, what did you care about more? That Sarutobi Hiruzen was the Hokage, or that he was your teacher?” Reina asked rhetorically. “Be the amazing, spectacular Toad Sannin to the rest of the world if you like, I don’t care. As long as you let yourself be Jiraiya-sensei for us.”

She stood up suddenly.

“Aaaand that’s the last of the superglue removed,” she informed him. Jiraiya blinked, startled. He’d completely forgotten about that. “You can keep the rest of the acetone, by the way. Consider it a gift.”

“Thank you, Reina,” Jiraiya said sincerely. He meant it, in more ways than one.

Her gaze softened.

“Hey, what are teammates for, right?” She asked, with a slight smile.

“Can I ask you one more thing?” He asked after a moment. Reina nodded. “You’ve said what the others wanted. What about you?”

“What do you mean?“ She asked, looking faintly confused.

“What are you looking for in a teacher?” He pressed.

Reina was quiet for a moment. When she looked up again, there was something almost wistful on her face.

“For you not to treat me like a child. Do you think you could do that for me, sensei?”

(The way I see it, when he was young Jiraiya was that one kid no one expected to succeed, who had to fight for every bit of respect and acknowledgement he got. And now that he’s a bit older, with an S-rank title and considered to be on the same level as Orochimaru and Senju Tsunade, it’s resulted in major imposter syndrome and him trying desperately to prove himself worthy of his reputation every chance he gets, overcompensating for his insecurities by acting far more confident and important than he actually feels.

Reina managed to cut through all of that by basically telling him you don’t need to be a genius or a hero to be a good teacher— you just have to be there for us and listen to us and respect us, it isn’t your reputation I want as my teacher, it’s you.)

[yourstarvic]

Waving at the bartender, you signaled him another drink with exhaustion, as you laid your cheek on your closed fist. As you were waiting for your drink, you let out a tired sigh, upset filling you looked at your phone on the bar. 

Of course, they are busy…They are always busy…

The bartender placed your drink in front of you, giving him a tight smile as a thank you. With your free hand, you grabbed your drink and gulped the contents of it quickly, cringing at the burning sensation down your throat.

“Might want to slow down,” You heard a deep voice said next to you, “don’t want ya to get ya stomach pumped."

You looked over to where the voice was, seeing a tall bleach hair man smirking at you with amusement. “Thank you for concern,” you hummed.

“Anytime,” He smiled, leaning against the bar table. “But why are ya frowning?”

“You want to know the real reason?” You hiccuped, feeling your cheeks warm due to drinking a few glasses of alcohol. You saw him nodded his head to answer your question, to which you gave him a big tight lip smile. Moving your hand, you took off your engagement ring that wrapped beautifully around your finger, shining in the luxury bar light, and placed it on the table. “I’m engaged,” You breathed out before starting to rant. “But I think my fiancé is having an affair with his secretary. His secretary who happens to be my best friend.” You let out a dry chuckle as you laid your cheek on the palm of your hand as you ranted and looked at the beautiful ring, “And it’s funny because I basically helped them have an affair behind my back by helping her become his secretary! It’s two cheating cliches, a secretary and a best friend. But it gets better! They were supposed to be here so I can confront them but guess what? They were busy… and I even tried to trick them and said it was going to be about the wedding! The wedding! Where me and fiancé are supposed to have and vow to love each other forever and ever. Where my best friend, who is my maid of honor, supports me and has my back. But they don’t care because he’s loving her on her back and she’s supporting her elbows on his desk. So…does that answer your question.”

“Oh, it did,” He nodded his head, seating next to you on the barstool.

“Oh god,” You sighed, running your fingers through your face, feeling embarrassed as your realized how you told him everything. “I can’t believe I told you that.”

He deeply chuckled at you, signaling the bartender for a drink, “Well, that happens when ya have a few drinks.” You let out a groan, nodding your head with your face still covered with your hands. You heard him chuckle at you as he asked you, “How ‘bout I sit here and listen to ya talk, and you make it seem ya interested in me to prove my friends wrong.”

“Your friends?” You took your hands away, turning your head and look at him with confusion.

“The ones in the back corner,” he nudged his head in the direction.

You turned around in your seat and looked where the stranger said. You saw a group of people seating in the corner booth, all looking at you and the faux blonde with wide eyes. You gave then a shy wave and an awkward smile. You saw three members of the group waved back at you awkwardly with shock while the one wears a face mask eyes just widen. “They seem,” you slowly turned back at him, “nice…”

“They can be mean,” he laughed, thanking the bartender when he received his drink. “So, what do ya say? Want to talk about ya feelings and have a drink?”

“Sure, why not.”

“Are ya sure you’ll be fine?” He asked, your arms over his shoulder as he walked you out of the luxury building where hold the bar.

“‘M fine!” You slurred, stumbling over your feet. “Only had a few drinks. And my car is here!”

“Ya car?” He perked, “Ya can’t drive! Let me call ya a cab!”

“‘M not driving!” You laughed at him, “I have a driver to take me to places!”

“That’s good,” He eyes your carefully, feeling you taking your arm off his arm as the two of you reached the car on the side of the road.

“Thank you for listening,” You smiled at him as he opened the door for you.

“Thank ya for tricking my friends,” He chuckled, seeing you going inside the car and sit in the leather seat. “But before I forget,” He handed you a napkin, “if ya want to meet me anytime, ya can come to this address at that time, and maybe I can help with ya problem.”

“Help me?” You grabbed the napkin, seeing the address and time on it.

Isn’t this that place...?

“Yeah,” he shrugged his shoulder, “ya want to get revenge right?”

“Revenge?”

“They hurt ya and humiliated ya,” He looked at seriously, “and so why not hurt them back and humiliated them?”

“They don’t deserve that…”

“And ya don’t deserve to be cheated on,” he told you, “just think about it... Night.”

“N-Night,” You nodded at him with wide eyes, seeing him shooting you with a final smile before closing the door.

“Where to ma’am?” The driver asked you, waiting for your request.

“Home, please,” You sighed, putting on your seat belt and leaned back. 

You stilled hold onto the napkin throughout the ride. Your mind running circles as you thought about your relationship and friendship.

I don’t have proof… maybe it’s all in my head… but then again how they are acting does seem like they are…

“We’ve arrived,” The driver told you.

You thanked him for the ride as you took off your seat belt. But you still remained in the car, looking at the napkin with the address and time. With a deep sigh, you quickly put the napkin in your purse.

I’ll throw it away later.

Taking your ring out of your bag, you put it on your finger, looking at it with a blank look. Exhaling the air of your lungs, you opened the car door and got out. Closing the door behind you, you went into the luxury tall building. Walking through the beautiful hallway, you smiled kindly at the doorman as you headed to the elevator.

After waiting and riding the elevator, you were finally at your floor, the elevator opening the doors to your penthouse. Walking in, you noticed how dark it was and didn’t bother to turn on the lights. With the tall, clear windows allowing the moonlight to shine through, it gave you a bit of light as you walked to your shared room with your fiancé. 

You saw how neatly the bed was still was and with not a single sign he came home. Throwing your purse to the love seat in front of your bed and started to get ready for bed. After taking your make-up off and changing into your pajamas, you crawled in bed and look at the small clock that sat on your night table.

It’s almost two am…

With another deep sigh, you stared at the ceiling, with a final thought overcoming your head as you closed your eyes.

I didn’t ask for his name….

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Notes: They met!!!!

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[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ MAYANS MC AND THE WET DREAM ❜

with the whole crew.

Request: none, just me writing different drabbles to give you a good night.

Warnings: this is pure smut and dirty language, and I'm not sorry.

Word count: about 3.5k

Aurora says: I don't know where it came from. This writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: to the author

Masterlist.

✨  ANGEL REYES

“Hey! Hey! Mi dulce, wake up, wake up!”

Growling and trying to slap his hands, you finally wake up covered by sweat and your breath shaking. Sitting up on the bed, you let a sob escape from your lips, rubbing your face under his attentive and confused look.

“Are you okay…?”

“Fuck… I was having the best dream of my life…”

“Wait… Were you having a… dirty dream?” He frowns feeling his insecurities running through his body, with parted lips. “With who? It wasn't with me? I don't satisfy you enough? Are we gonna break? Oh, shit. I know I've been working too much this past we—”.

“Angel, calm down”. You can't help but chuckle when you find him hyperventilating about having an anxiety attack. “I was riding you on top of your bike”.

The oldest Reyes stares at you in silence for some seconds.

“Oh…” He just says, before getting up from your bed to pull you up grabbing your wrist.

“Angel, wha—”.

“Shit, I'm gonna fuck you so hard on top of it, that tomorrow I'm gonna have to change the shock absorbers”.

The last thing you could imagine, when you woke up this morning, was ending the day making real that sexual fantasy.

“Fuck… ride my cock, mi dulce”. The man gasps, with his hands nailed on your hips, bouncing on top of him without caring about losing the balance. “Shit, mami… You're so fucking wet only for me. You drive me fucking insane”.

“Angel… make me cum just like… you did in my dream”. You beg him almost touching his lips.

“Fuck, yes, baby”. He just says, moving one of his hands to stroke your needed clit with his thumb, with his eyes fixed on yours. “Do you like it, ah?”

“Yes, baby… Yes… Just like that”. You're try to contain your loud moans, stuck in your throat, hoping that no one finds you fucking in the middle of the street and on top of his Harley. “Fuck… I love your cock… I fucking swear it, baby”.

✨  CHE “TAZA” ROMERO

“Buenos días, mi amor”. You say coming into the kitchen, stretching your arms to the rooftop, before leaning to kiss his cheek and hug him for a second.

Wrinkling your nose somewhat confused, watching your husband looking at you with a naughty smile, you pour some coffee in a mug. Resting your back against the counter, you narrow your eyes in front of him trying to figure out what it's going on inside his head.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Did you have a good night?”

“Yes…” You reply, having a sip.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Yes”. You answer by inertia.

“Did I do it right?” 

“Yes”. You actually don't process the question, doing it when Taza spits his coffee all over the table. “Did you have a wet dream with me, mi amor?”

The man is drowning between laughs, cleaning his mouth with a napkin, before getting up from his chair.

“I bet you already know what happened last night”. 

“Nah, talk to me about it”. He says walking towards you, like a hungry wolf after finding his prey.

“And, why don't I show you?” You ask, putting away the mug, to support your palms on the counter to sit on it.

Taking off your shirt and pulling down your panties by your thighs, you let both pieces of clothing fall to the floor. His eyes are burning in lust, kneeling and knowing exactly what you want. Placing your legs over his shoulders, the man tours your wet lips with the tip of his tongue, thrusting two fingers inside you. Your right hand goes instinctively to his head, when his mouth begins to devour your pussy really hungry of it.

“Oh, fuck, Che…” You moan arching your back, pinching one of your nipples, feeling how delighted he's working you.

The apache knows exactly how you like it, speeding up the moves of his hand, and his lips sucking your clit before pulling it out softly among them.

✨  EZEKIEL “EZ” REYES

“Hm…” You gasp unconsciously under EZ grip, stirring softly.

You start to feel somewhat awake when you feel his sleepy kisses on your head, holding you close.

“A nightmare?”

“Yeah… you were ripping off my clothes”. You mutter rubbing your ass back against his crotch.

“Fuck, lemme be your Freddy Krueger, baby”. 

Chuckling and yawning, Ezekiel pulls down his boxers enough to free his semi-hard dick, touring your thighs under the shirt to take off your panties. You're already wet because of him, tucking himself inside you slowly, moaning right into your ear while curling one of your legs to have more space. You can feel how his cock grows inside you, clenching your tightness so pleasantly that makes you moan loud with every pound to your limits.

“Harder, baby…” You beg almost with a sob, tangling your fingers around his forehands, to push him closer.

“I'm gonna make you scream, mi reina”. He replies, hitting you deeper, right to your g-spot. “Shit… look how good your pussy takes me, baby… always so fucking needed and ready for my cock”.

“Fuck… Choke me, daddy”. You groan almost crying.

His right hand grabs your throat, with his digits squeezing your skin, while his lower abdomen collides wildly against your ass, uttering a dry and dirty sound that floods your room.

“My fucking god, Ezekiel!” You scream out closing your eyes, when his other hands goes down to your clit, caressing it with the same fast.

“That's it, baby… Scream for daddy”.

✨  GILBERTO “GILLY” LOPEZ

“Shit!”

You wake up suddenly on the copilot seat, with your breath shaked, having to pull down the window looking for some fresh air. Your heart is racing, hoping you didn't make a single sound, drowning in shame. Gilly breaks into laughs, stopping the car by a side of the desert road, feeling your face burning. You don't want to look at him, hearing his seat belt being undone before yours. With two fingers on your chin, he urges you to turn around, crashing your lips with his chuckling.

“About what you were dreaming, mami?”

“Hm… nothing…”

“Really? You looked like… you were enjoying it”.

“Maybe… I was dreaming… with you”.

“Yeah, I know it…”

One of his hands travels the fabric of your jeans, reaching your core to press it, moving his fingers over it to feel the heat that emanates from your pussy.

“Sucking your dick”. You heavily gulp, watching him laughing softly.

“Why don't you… make your dream come true, ah?”

The man puts apart his hand to unzip his jeans, biting your lips and licking them, before leaning down to taste the reddened glans with a huge hand getting tangled on your hair. You were desiring it, swallowing his hard cock until it presses your throat.

“Fuck, mami… Hold it there”. Gilly growls closing his eyes, pawing your body and sliding a hand under your jeans by your ass. “I love your mouth… it's fucking warm, mami”.

A slight gag appears, moaning against his erection when you feel two of his big fingers pounding you hard with just one move, digging your narrow and wetted walls without nonstop. Your saliva wraps all his extension, moving your head from top to bottom, with his hips slightly lifting up over the seat to fully fill your cavity every time your nose reaches his pelvis.

“That's it... Suck it all, cariño… Fuck… No one can suck my fucking cock like you do”.

✨  HANK “TRANQ” LOZA

When your husband is aware that you're comfy and he can fall asleep, he does. He does it hard. There's nothing that could wake him up, before it's time to. So when you wake up barely breathing and feeling a horrible heat, you just check that he continues deeping in his rest. Getting up in complete silence and using your shirt to clean the sweat on your neck, you walk towards the bathroom, to get undressed and open the shower faucet, letting the water run a little. But when you're about to come in, two strong arms wrap your waist and a pair of lips kiss your neck.

“I was going to do like nothing happened, but hear you moan my name dreaming, has been one of the best things in my life”. His hoarse and firm voice makes you close your eyes, feeling one of his hands tour down your abdomen.

So slowly, Tranq slides one finger inside you, spreading your legs for him.

“Shit, mi vida… I did this?”

You just nod, biting your bottom lip feeling every thrust deeper than the last one, and his hard dick rubbing your ass. Turning around under his grip, your husband nails his long digit pushing your limits, provoking that you have to lean over your tiptoes with a loud moan rumbling through the bathroom. With his free hand, Tranq pulls down his boxers before raising you up, urging you to surround his body with your legs. And without expecting, your husband impales you against the marble wall.

“Fuck, daddy!” You howl with all your naturalness, don't giving you any time to get used to his size.

His huge, too huge, filling your pussy and forcing it to take every inch of his hard dick. And it's delicious the way he has to hit your g-spot with every push to your body, crashing his pelvis against your lips once and again. His tongue finding yours in a dirty pulse, with your nails running through his back too desperate.

“Shit, mi vida… You feel fucking good… fucking tight…” He gasps right in your lips, keeping your gaze with his. “Do you like it, ah? Do you like how your papi fucks you this hard, baby girl?”

“Fuck, yes… You fucking kill me, papi”. You sob nodding, slapping your ass with one hand, stirring of pleasure under his touch. “Oh, fuck, daddy… I love your cock…”

“Of course you do, babygirl… It's all yours”.

✨  JOHNNY “COCO” CRUZ

“Open your legs, mami”.

As if it was part of your dream, you obey without complaining, letting him some space between them. Coco digs his cock so hard inside your soaked pussy, that he wakes you up screaming his full name.

“That's it, mami, take it all like you were dreaming”.

“Shit, cariño”. You cry out, surrounding his waist with both legs while your boyfriend nails himself a little bit furious and jealous, even if he knows that you were having a dirty dream with him.

“I'm gonna fuck you so hard, that you're gonna ask me to stop”.

No, you will not. You love the wet sound his thickness produces every time he crashes your limits, hitting them with rage. You're touching the sky every time he takes some impulse before lashing out your pussy, with his hands nailed on your hips.

“Is this better than your dream, ah? Tell me, mami”.

“Fuck… Fuck, Coco… Don't stop, please…”

“Oh, no, mami… You're not gonna walk tomorrow… You're gonna be cumming the whole fucking night, I swear it por la Virgen”.

✨  MICHAEL “RIZ” ARIZA

“Mi amor, wake up! It's just a bad dream!”

Your husband shakes you until he hears you moaning his name, an instant before opening your eyes. The mexican breaks into laughs, while you try to be aware of what happened and where you are. Hitting his chest with the palm of your hand, you lie down over the bed, sinking your face on the pillow to yell some spanish curses.

“Look at you, mi amor… Having dirty fantasies, ah?” He teases you.

“Puto pendejo”.

“You know that if you want it, you just have to ask for it”.

Frowning at the man, you snort heavily, before uttering a whisper.

“FuckmeRiz”.

“What? I'm sorry, I didn't hear you, mi amor”. He chuckles, placing a hand in his right ear whilst leaning down.

“Ay, ya, Riz… Sí me oíste”. (You heard me). Pouting at him, your husband breaks in laughs again.

“Take off your clothes, all in four”. He just says, biting one of your lobes, with his voice getting darker.

And you do. Of course you do. There's nothing that you like the most to obey him in the intimacy of your room. The pieces of clothes fall above the floor, somewhere, you don't care, actually. Kneeling on the mattress, you bow down your chest until supporting onto it and spreading your legs to give him a perfect view of your shiny pussy, because of how wet you are.

Riz doesn't doubt, stroking himself and placing the tip of his dick among your folds. You're anxious. Desperate. Needed. And he likes to play with your mind too much. So when he's sure you're not expecting it, about to beg him, your husband sinks his cock into you using all his force. He's able to fill you up, pressing his lower abdomen against you and holding it for some seconds. You can't barely breathe, all that you can do is sob his name.

His fast lungs are pleasing you more than you could ask for, more than in your dream having you in the same position. Your favorite one.

“Shit… C'mon… I know you can… fuck me harder, Riz”.

These words are enough to piss him off, tangling a hand in your hair to pull it until your back meets his chest.

“I thought you… were sleepy yet, princesa”. He gasps into your ear, bringing his lips to your shoulder, biting it.

Of course he can fucks you harder, and he does. He hits your body, making you collapse, grabbing your throat with a hand to twist your neck some inches, so he catches your lips with this.

✨  NERON “CREEPER” VARGAS

Creeper is looking at you, trying to look focused about what you're telling him, after waking you up with the same feeling as if you had an orgasm. He's trying to not laugh, rubbing his chin, until you slap his head.

“Maybe I'm not pleased enough”.

“Yeah, but you were dreaming with me”.

“Hm… I didn't say that”. You tease him with pursed lips, sitting on the mattress with your legs crossed.

The look on his face changes more fast than you can assimilate.

“Isn't funny anymore, Neron?”

“Who was it?”

“What?”

“Who was fucking you? Who were you fucking?”

“Are you…? Babe, are you crying?”

“No”. He just says with a broken voice and his eyes getting reddened.

“BABE, I WAS JUST KIDDING”. Jumping onto him, you kiss his face all around. Every inch. Every part of it. “BABE, OF COURSE I WAS DREAMING WITH YOU. I FUCKING LOVE YOU. NO ONE COULD PLEASE ME MORE THAN YOU DO”.

“Yeah, sure”. He tries to free himself away from your arms, but you close them more.

“Shit, babe, you can't be this dumb…” 

“Go tell him to fuck you. Leave me… Leave me fuc—Stop moving against me like a bitch in heat”. 

“Your bitch in heat, mi flaquito”. You purr in his ear, before attacking his neck sucking it out and letting your tongue travel over his skin. “Lemme ride you, like I was doing in our dream, babe”.

Your boyfriend clicks his tongue, taking the advantage that you don't wear anything under his shirt, he pulls down his short sweatpants until his knees, to jerk himself off.

“Shit, mi Neron… I love your cock, I could be fucking you all the time, everywhere”. You mutter against his lips, caressing his nose with yours, using that honeyed voice that he likes so much.

“Beg for it, mi niña”. He grunts.

“I wanna feel you fucking me like only you can do, Neron. Filling me up with your cock, deep, rough, hard… Shit, babe, you don't know how much I need you all the fucking time”. You mumble swinging your hips looking for more friction. “You can't imagine how bad it's when you're outta home, and I have to touch myself… My wet pussy asking for you… for your long fingers… your big cock. All the fucking time”.

“You don' like your fingers, ah?” His tongue licks your lips, rubbing his glans against your swollen and needy clit.

“I like yours, babe… I only like how you fuck me. Please… Please, do it”.

He lifts up his waist at the same time that he also spread your legs, to pound you until hitting your soul. And you scream out his name, sinked among your folds, squeezing your ass with his hands nailed on your buttocks.

“Fuck, my love… Look at how easy my cock slides… Shit… You're soaking me and the fucking sheets. How the fuck ya can be so wet?”

“It's because of you, mi flaco”. You cry out bouncing on top of him.

His lips go straight to you hard nipples, sucking and biting them over the fabric of his shirt you're wearing. You can't help but speed up with every jump, showing your boyfriend the much that you need him and all the things that he makes you feel with the most minimal touch.

✨  OBISPO “BISHOP” LOSA 

Feeling a soft touch on your cheek, you open your eyes somewhat scared, finding your husband laughing between teeth. You told him that you were tired and that you were to sleep a little on the couch inside the Templo. But he's not laughing because of that.

“I'm the good man that let his girl cum in dreams, before waking her up”.

“Wha—What?”

“It has been the most intense minute of my life, querida”.

“Bish…”

“Sh…” He hushes you, placing a hand on your thigh and moving it to lift the skirt of your dress.

Your panties are so wet that it bothers you, leaving it in the background when your husband presses your clit over the fabric. Putting it aside, he slowly introduces his two longer fingers inside you, without taking off his dark and sparkled eyes from yours. Curling them slightly, before pulling them away and raising that hand in between your faces. Without saying a single word, Bishop brings your wetness to his lips, sucking and licking them to taste you.

“Querida, that's fucking delicious”.

“Bish, I need you right now”. You demand with a desperate tone of voice. 

“At home, mi vida, but now… I'm going to try to make it up to you”. He whispers hoarsely, squatting close to the couch you're lying on.

His lips find yours so calmed that it's going to kill you, tucking under your dress his hand again with a clear intention. He knows well that it won't take you too long, being so recent your first orgasm. His two fingers pound you so hard and fast that moves your whole anatomy, drinking every moan that you try to contain to not be heard. But it's almost impossible. Bishop knows every inch of your body, where he has to press, where he has to touch you to make you fall loudly. Every thrust goes deeper, tangling your fingers on his kutte with your legs shaking softly.

“Mi reina, you feel so good… like if it was the first time I fucked you against your car. Do you remember it?”

“Yes…”

“You want me to do it again tonight? In front of our house?” 

“Please… Yes…”

“But you have to be a good girl and cum in my hand”.

Biting your lips nodding, you open by inertia your legs a little more. And he fingers you hard, closing your eyes and feeling too close.

“I want all the Mayans outside hearing you scream my name, querida”.

“Fuck… Bish… I'm gonna cum, don' stop… I beg you”.

The pace becomes rough. His palm hits your pussy, before nailing his fingers inside your wetness, to move them from top to bottom so fast that you can't handle it. And you touch the sky when you squirt for the first time, shouting out his full name so assorted in that pleasure wrapping your body that you don't even care about the mess you have made on the couch.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Obispo! Oh my fucking god”. You cry, watching him smile too proud.

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❝𝐎𝐮𝐭 𝗼𝐟 𝐏𝗼𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭❞

➥Chapter Seven

The ‘get together’ was being held at a decent sized club-like venue, and the second Yūji opened the doors, you realized just how packed it was. It was nothing you couldn’t handle, but when you glanced at the boys, you noticed Hajime’s displeased expression.

“Get together my ass,” He grunted, rolling his eyes. Tooru laughed, not hesitating to slap him on the back, gaining himself a dirty look.

“Oh, lighten up Iwa-chan! You’re here with me!” You scoffed, walking in through the doors. “And what are we then? Chopped liver?” The setter just smiled at you in response.

“Kageyama! Look! It’s Oikawa-san!” His smile dropped instantly at Hinata’s exclamation and at Yūji’s laughter. The raven haired setter forced an awkward smile on his face, that was more scary than anything and bowed.

“W-welcome! We’re happy you’re here!” Tooru laughed, his hand on his chest. “Tobio-Chan! I’m sure you are~”

You rolled your eyes at the dramatic brunette and waved to the two underclassmen. “Happy birthday, Hinata! Thanks for inviting us!”

The four or you exchanged pleasantries, and the boys caught up, leaving your eyes to wander around the other party guests. There were many people you didn’t recognize, but your gaze landed on an impossibly tall ravenette.

One with unmistakable, rooster-like bedhead. You felt your breathe leave your lungs at the sight of Kuroo Tetsurō, the very person you’d been talking with. Someone you had, in no way, expected to run into.

Nervous, you tugged on Yūji’s sleeve. “Yū! Emergency! Look!” The blonde’s gaze followed your pointing finger, and he grinned deviously.

“That’s great! Go talk to him, why don’t you?” You recognized the look of mischief on his face and you felt your stomach drop.

“No! Please don’t do anything stupid!”

He did something stupid. Holding you by the wrist, he all but dragged you over to the middle of the dance floor.

“What are you planning?” You hissed, desperately trying to get away. “Aw, lighten up, doll! I won’t do anything too bad!” You snorted, not believing his words in the slightest.

“(Y/N), c’mon let’s dance!” It was probably impossible for him to exaggerate your name any more than he had. You cringed, knowing Kuroo probably heard it.

You didn’t want to avoid him, per say, it was more that you were nervous. You’d never met him in person and the two of you hadn’t even been texting that long and now you were standing not six feet away from him.

Eyes landed on you, and you shot Yūji a withering look at the same time he grinned down at you.

You rolled your eyes, looking away from him, only to meet wide, hazel eyes. Your own eyes widened as you stared into the very eyes of the person you were most nervous on meeting.

“(Y/L/N)?” You waved sheepishly. “Hi, Kuroo.” A silverette gasped loudly, bounding up to you and invading your personal space.

“Woah! You’re Kubro’s mystery girl!” You blinked, stunned into silence. Mystery girl...? “BO! Dude, shut up,” Kuroo sighed, pushing him away.

“Oooh, so he talks about her~?” Yūji asked, not at all helping the situation. You face palmed, desperate to get out of the situation.

A hand gripped your wrist and pulled you out of the club. Your head snapped up, surprised to see Kuroo dragging you away from your... chaotic friend groups.

“Sorry to drag you, but I had a feeling our friends were... well...”

“Going to run with it?” You finished with a laugh. Kuroo chuckled, nodding. “Something like that.” The two of you were now standing in front of the balcony doors, neither of you making a move towards the doors.

“Want to go outside?” You questioned quietly. Your inquiry was met with a lazy grin. “Why not? After you.”

He propped the door open, ushering you out into the humid, night air. The night was still, and despite your nervousness at being along with Kuroo, it put you at ease.

You stared up at the stars, watching as they seemed to dance across the sky before you. “Do you stargaze?” Kuroo’s question broke you out of your reverie, startling you.

“Yeah, I especially love taking night time walks. Do you?” He shook his head, his stare not leaving the sky.

“No, I haven’t, but maybe I will. It’s... nice out here. Well, that could always have something to do with the company, of course,” He stated casually.

Your head snapped to him. You took a second to process his words, before chuckling a little bit. “I could say the same to you. I’ve never really gone star gazing with anyone before.”

His wicked gaze landed on you, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. “How about we get out of here and do some real star gazing then?”

Ordinarily, you’d be a little more than hesitant to go off somewhere with a near stranger, but something about Kuroo was drawing you in.

“Where were you thinking?” His grin widened, matching yours. “C’mon, there’s a park not far from here!”

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❥Wow, it’s been a WHILE! Anyways, we’re finally about to be getting to the...good stuff👀

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A4, A6, B4, B5, C1, C14, F5, F10 for the yakuza ask game :)

let's fucking gooooooooo

A4: Favorite Antagonist(s)?: Hmmmmmmm...I really, really do appreciate Sagawa as a villain. You never really seem to know what exactly is going on in his head...he's just so casual about everything he does and that makes him terrifying. He’s absolutely a shitty person but he’s probably the most well-written Yakuza villain I’ve seen so far so I have a great deal of appreciation for him. I also like Nishiki as a villain too, but that's largely because I liked him as a good guy first. The scene where he slicks his hair back with blood has got to be in my top 10 favorite Yakuza scenes (so far). Does Nishitani count as an antagonist? Because he's a super fun character and I adore his relationship with Majima. It really is a shame they kill him off so quickly after you meet him. :(

A6: Favorite side character(s)?: Assuming “side characters” means “non-villain characters who aren’t playable,” I like Tachibana, Makoto, Haruka, Reina, Nishida, Yuki, Lee, and Kashiwagi.

B4: Who would you like to post more about but you don’t? Why don’t you?: Probably Tachibana? Idk. He’s a very cool character and I love him a lot, but there isn’t usually a ton of content of him in the fandom. I also don’t really know what to really say about him that hasn’t been said a million times already. I usually just endlessly rotate him in my mind.

B5: Which character do you think you would bump heads with most if you knew them in real life?: Hm. It’s probably a cheap answer, but probably any of the antagonists. Also, maybe Kazama? I love and appreciate Nishiki more than he ever did, so we’d probably argue about how useful he is.

C1: What was the most infuriating moment?: Probably watching Nishiki have to put up with everyone treating him like absolute shit in Kiwami. Honestly, I can’t even blame him for going apeshit because of all that. He didn’t even do anything wrong before he became evil...he just wanted to be a good patriarch! He just wanted to save his sister! But I’ll never understand why no one even gave him a real chance after Kiryu went to jail. At least all his suffering leads up to that amazing “Nishiki covered in blood” scene I mentioned earlier. ALSO. When Kuze’s henchman dude (I forget his name and I’m not gonna bother to look it up because he’s annoying as hell) gets mad at Tachibana and kills him. Fuck that dude!! 

C14: What dynamic would you like to see more of?: I really wish we would’ve gotten more interaction between Majima and Nishitani. The scenes we did get are great, but I wanted to see them being besties! They should’ve gone to save Makoto together! There should’ve been an option for you to take Nishitani to karaoke and disco with you! Nishitani probably would still have to die at some point since it factors into Majima’s character development, but I firmly believe that they killed such an interesting and fun character off a little too early. Also, I think we should’ve seen Majima and Nishiki interacting at least once in Kiwami. Idk.... I think there’s potential there. 

F5: What would the first five pictures in your camera roll be of?: God....I don’t know lol. I don’t even really take a lot of pictures of stuff in real life lmao. I’m definitely getting a picture of the Sotenbori crab though.

F10: Who would be your kyodai?: I want to say Majima, but honestly I don’t know if he’d like me that much in real life ;w; Maybe Nishiki? Sorry Kiryu.... I’m stealing your kyodai lol. Nishiki (at least pre-Kiwami Nishiki) is such a bro. I’d be very grateful to have someone like him as my kyodai, and I think we’d get along quite well! :)