#I love how masa turned out

[newluvrs]

Wonbin ₊ ⊹₍ᐢᐢ₎  mdni!! 18+ currently listening to: WE ARE MAKING OUT - YEULE, MURA MASA word count: 2.5k bb note: literally just wrote this bc I had the urge to kiss a man

Your fingers nervously fidget with Wonbin’s in the small space between you, too scared to look up at him.  The hints you’ve been sending him all night bold and obvious, a stark contrast to the way you’re behaving right now.  Your lip is pulled between your teeth, and you wish you could watch the expression on his face as you use your tongue to soothe the area you chewed on.  He thinks its funny how you can never just say what it is that you want.  Instead you throw him blatantly obvious gazes and touches.  

Like tonight as the two of you were out with friends you insisted you get SomiSomi, then when he wasn’t looking you purposefully made sure to get the SoftServe on the corner of your mouth, turning to him with a pout to help you wipe it off.  When his thumb slid over your bottom lip you puckered your lips to press a kiss to it.  And from there the hints only got more extreme.  Huffing when you saw the couple on screen kiss during the movie, constantly reapplying more gloss to your lips then asking Karina if you looked good, chewing on the straw of your drink until it was nothing but a shredded piece of plastic. 

Of course Wonbin got the hint ages ago, but he thinks its funnier to see the ways in which you’ll make a fool of yourself just to get him to kiss you.  He pretends not to get the hints, nonchalant as ever.  He likes how you react to him, how when he leans in too close you freeze up in anticipation.  He pressed his face close to yours earlier, he almost felt bad when you closed your eyes thinking he was gonna kiss you and instead he pulled an eyelash away from your cheek.  Life would be so easy for you if you would just ask for what you want, because he would always give it to you, no hesitation.  But he doesn’t mind doing this with you, he’d do it forever if you’d let him.

When you stepped through your apartment door and threw yourself on the couch he thought you might be upset, like maybe he took his private joke too far.  Your baggy shirt rides up your hips a little as you stare at the ceiling.  You think about just caving and asking him point blank, at a loss with how he can’t take a hint.  And you would just ask if you weren’t so nervous, this aspect of your relationship still very fresh.  You cover your face as you’re deep in thought, it should not be this hard to ask your boyfriend to make out with you.  You feel the couch dip next to you and you sit up, pulling your hands away from your face as you flex your fingers.  He hasn’t said anything since you got home, and you can’t bring yourself to look at him after your many failed attempts this evening.  Instead you choose to resign yourself to just playing with his hands as you pointedly try and not make eye contact with him.  

He leans forward, ducking his head down to try and get a look at your face, and you just turn it further away from him, sucking on your lip out of nervousness.  You’re not trying to pout, matter of fact you’re not even mad, he just makes you so nervous.  Every time you’re with him it feels like it’s hard to breathe.  Even when you were just friends, he always had a certain way of making you feel like it was easiest thing in the world to love him.  The air starts to feel a little charged as Wonbin gently pulls his hand away from yours.  You’re about to turn to him and tell him you’re not upset when he grabs you by your waist to pull you closer to him on the couch, the action catching you off guard. ��Now it’s your turn to pretend like you don’t understand, playing coy as you continue to not look at him.  Wonbin wants to laugh now at how the roles have reversed, you always seem to switch up when you come face to face with the consequences of your actions.  A beat of silence passes and you think maybe that was it, that nothing else is going to come of this.  

“y/n..”

The way he softly calls your name makes you feel like you were dropped in ice water, making you feel wide awake.  His voice sweet with the way he calls it, you think your name fits perfectly in his mouth.  The letters and intonations coming together to make it your name but somehow sweeter.  When the initial shock wears off you bring yourself to look at him.  

Your first thought is that he’s closer than you thought he was, stomach doing cartwheels as your eyes travel down his features.  When your eyes reach his lips he notices how they linger there a little longer before you bring your gaze up to match his.  He can’t wipe the knowing smile off his face as he speaks. 

“hey”

“hi”

You want to cringe when you hear the way your voice shakes, but right now you’re too distracted, lost in the deep gaze of Wonbin’s pretty eyes.  He just looks at you so fondly it makes you feel like your chest is going to crack open.  An invisible string pulls the two of you closer to each other, until you might as well be on his lap.  He keeps doing the glance from your eyes back down to your lips, but each time he lingers a little longer, pulls himself a little closer.  The tension in the air burns your lungs with every inhale, anticipation and tenderness making your skin warm.  You’ve only been with him like this a handful of times, but already you’ve come to memorize the moves he makes before he gives in.  You suck your bottom lip between your teeth again, just out of habit.  Wonbin brings a hand to your face, using his thumb to pull on your bottom lip to get you to stop.  Your lips part at the action, quick and quiet breaths leaving you.  

Instead of removing his hand, Wonbin chooses to slide it to rest at your jaw, gently caressing your face.  When he leans forward, you close your eyes, remaining as still as possible.  He presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth before pulling away again.  You pray that he doesn’t notice the way you try and follow him, the hand still cupping your face preventing you from doing so.  A furrow finds its way on your brow, impatience beginning to overpower you.  When you’re the first one to lean forward this time, Wonbin obliges, but this time all he gives you is a quick peck before he’s pulling away again.  Before you can complain he’s pulling you to be seated in his lap, legs resting comfortably on either side of him.  He smooths a hand up your leg, fingers brushing against the exposed skin.  As your caught off guard by the sudden motion, he feels like now’s the perfect time.  

You’re practically trembling by the time he finally leans in, the only thing heard being the sound of each other’s heavy breaths.  It kills you because you think maybe this is another one of his jokes.  Thinking that maybe this time he’s just gonna kiss the tip of your nose, or something infuriating like that.  So when he’s pressing his lips to yours, it takes you a moment to fully register it.  It doesn’t click until both of his hands are holding the sides of your face, deepening the kiss.  When you finally realize, you practically melt against him, pouring every ounce of your yearning into returning the heat of his kisses.   

Nothing about the situation is rushed, you revel in the slow press of his lips against yours, the feeling of his thumb stroking your jaw as he leans into you.  The contrast of the gentle brushes of his lips that quickly turn into deeper presses sends you reeling.  Your breathing speeding up when he starts to tilt his head to work into his kisses.  He always knows when something is too little or too much, knows when to pull away to leave you wanting or when to kiss you so intently it overwhelms your senses.  

His moves become more teasing the longer you spend like this.  He pulls back occasionally to nip at your bottom lip, gently sucking on it as you try and catch your breath.  When your breathing starts to even out slightly he begins pressing little kisses along your jaw.  He doesn’t let you rest for too long before he’s kissing you again, hands sliding from your face to rest in the back pockets of your shorts.  As he cups a handful of your ass, your breath hitches, the feeling of his hands on you making you part your lips in a silent exhale.  He uses it as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, your hands coming up to rest against his chest in an effort to give yourself some stability.  

You’re starting to get greedy now, your hands trailing down his body, just touching and pressing against the muscle.  You notice a change in his kisses, slowly they’re starting to feel hungrier, hands kneading against the soft flesh of your ass.  When your hands reach the bottom of his shirt, you slide your cold fingers under the fabric, feeling the toned skin there.  His waist is so sensitive, your nails dragging along it making him shiver below you.  When you start to feel him harden beneath you it becomes harder to focus, falling out of rhythm with his kisses as your legs tighten around him.  

He grabs your ass again and you unintentionally push your hips forward at the action, grinding against him.  Feeling him groan into the kiss sets something off within you, rocking your hips forward again.  This time he matches the action with a roll of his own hips as his hands hold you steady.  The feeling of it has you pulling away from him, panting into the air as he starts to build a rhythm against you.  He pulls his hands out of your pockets and rest them low on your hips instead, encouraging you to rock against him. 

You risk a glance at him and when you do you see his heavy eyes, his pretty lips swollen and shiny with your combined spit.  A part of you feels cocky, heat burning within you at the thought of that being the result of you.  It makes you feel good enough that you initiate the next kiss, pulling him into you by his shirt collar.  The kisses are sloppy and slightly uncoordinated, both of you struggling to keep up when your focus is clearly elsewhere.  At one particularly good grind you gently lean your head back, staring up at the ceiling as you bask in the feeling.  Wonbin follows you, leaving wet kisses on your throat as he tries to copy the movements.  When you let out a whine he feels like he’s died and gone to heaven.  

He pushes a hand up your shirt, quickly slipping it under your bra and toying with your nipple.  He rolls it between lithe fingers as he watches your reaction, addicted to the way you arch your back to press your chest further into him.  It draws more sounds out of you too, your soft moans now permeating the once quiet atmosphere.  As he tugs on your nipple your movement starts to become more desperate.  You’re starting to become fueled by the achy feeling in your cunt, the wetness becoming uncomfortable as you try and chase the pleasure the best you can.  

Wonbin’s not faring much better either, movements speeding up beneath you in an effort to make the two of you feel good, practically trying to fuck you through your clothes.  When it’s just not enough, he flips your position on the couch, strong arms laying you beneath him as he settles between your legs.  He kisses you again briefly as you wrap your legs around him, pulling him deeper into you.  When he resumes grinding against you the angle makes your brain go numb from the pleasure.  Something about doing everything with clothes on makes this feel so much filthier.  Especially when Wonbin is pushing your shirt up your chest and your bra along with it, your bare chest pressed against his clothed one as he grabs hold of your hips.  

At this angle you’re not gonna last very long, and he can tell.  He sees it in the way you can’t stop tipping your head back, your moans turning into whimpers.  The thought of making you cum in your pants drives him crazy.  He presses a hand by your head to steady himself, grinding as deeply as he can as he bites at your jaw and neck.  

“feels.. good..” 

The way your voice comes out sounds so broken.  If it were another time Wonbin would tease you for it, but in this moment all he can do is gasp against your skin as he nears his high.  He tucks his head into the crevice of your neck as you hold him close, hands tangling in his hair.  His movements start to grow uncoordinated, you doing your best to try and meet him with your own.  You’re almost there when he sinks his teeth into the right side of your neck, shuddering as he lets out a groan.  He fucks his hips against yours as he cums, trying to sink deeper into you despite the fabric barrier.  His hips become twitchy the longer he goes, stuttering against you as you pull at his hair.

The stimulation is starting to be too much for him, making him whine with each push of his hips but he needs to get you there.  He needs to feel you cum against him, despite all the clothes the two of you have on.  When he feels you finally tense up beneath him he doesn’t stop, rolling his hips as deeply as he can as you shake beneath him.  You bring his face up from the crook of your neck, lips desperately trying to find his and when they do, the kiss tastes sweeter than any of the previous ones you’ve shared tonight.  You can barely kiss back but you do the best you can, desperate to have him in every aspect.  

When you finally stop shaking he collapses on top of you, breathing in steady breaths to get yourself to calm down, your orgasm making your mind feel hazy.  His lips find the exposed skin of your neck, leaving small gentle kisses as you play with his hair.  He presses his cheek against you, eyes closing as he decides to speak up, teasing laced in his tone.  

“You could just ask for a kiss next time you know.” 

[joekeeryswife]

plz could you write something about mase looking after you when you’ve had a rough day with the baby!!

stress - m.m

a/n: hello angel! thank you for your request. omg i love it so much, kinda changed it a little if that’s okay! (dad! imagines own my heart!!!!). idk how to feel about this one so lmk what you guys think! anyways, let’s get on with the imagine, enjoy reading 🫶

mason mount taglist: @noturbabe22 @luvvtrent @peterparkerbae

four weeks, it had only been four weeks since you’d had your baby and you were already feeling like you’d failed her.

you knew becoming a mum would be difficult but you didn’t realise just how hard it was going to be. it was like everything you did was wrong.

Mason had gone back to work only a week after Margot was born and that was one of the worst thing to ever happen. you felt like you didn’t have support even though he would get up with her during the night and as soon as he got back from work he would take over looking after her. what was funny was whenever Mason got back from football she was never crying, it was like she could sense he was coming home.

Margot loved Mason. whenever he had her she hardly cried, she’d watch his face with such concentration and coo at him all the time. but when she was with you, she’d scream and cry no matter what you did.

you felt useless.

you felt like the worst mum in the entire world, not understanding what was wrong with her as she cried just hurt your heart. you just wanted to be in the ‘baby bubble’ everyone spoke about.

you wanted to feel like your friends did when they had their kids. they were always smiling, always happy when they were with their babies who hardly cried when they were with them, it was like you were broken.

today was like no other. it started out okay, Margot was actually happy this morning when you woke up, Mason had given her a bath and put her in the cutest outfit but then as soon as he said his goodbyes to the two of you and he drove out of the driveway, all hell broke loose.

she was just sobbing and it hurt you to hear those cries. “oh Margot, what’s the matter my angel. please don’t cry sweetheart. are you hungry? is that what it is?”

you quickly balanced her with one arm as you tried to lift up your pyjama top so you could breastfeed her but every time you tried to get her to latch she would turn her head away and sob louder.

you had realised that Margot would hardly ever latch when you tried to breastfeed her. it was very rare that she would allow you to breast feed her so you had decided to start pumping your milk and give it to her in a bottle instead and most of the time she would drink it from the bottle.

“how about we get you a bottle instead hmm? would that make you feel better?” you knew she wouldn’t reply to you but it was nice to speak to her. you got up from the sofa after fixing your top and warmed up the milk.

her sobs grew louder as you rocked her. waiting for the microwave to ‘ding’ felt like hours. “i know sweet girl, not long now” you poured the milk once it was warm enough into the bottle and went to sit back down on the sofa. you tried a few times before she finally started drinking the milk, her sobs died down but her eyes were still filled with tears and the tear stains on her cheeks broke your heart.

she was hiccuping slightly as she drank her milk but her eyes were fluttering masa img she was trying her best to not fall asleep. “you rest angel, mummy isn’t going anywhere. and i’m sorry i can’t understand you like your dad does, i promise i’m trying my best”

with that, her eyes closed and it was finally silent in the house. you just hoped today would be a lot better than the rest.

-♡-

Mason was back home a little later than expected tonight, he had been asked to stay back to speak to ten Hag which he forgot to tell you about but he knew you had it all okay at home. you always had Margot in a good-ish mood when he would come home and it was always nice to come home to a quiet house after training or a football match. he would hear shouting all day and coming home was just perfect.

you didn’t want Mason to know you were struggling, to you it felt like the worst thing i’m the world. you were meant to be a good mum as soon as you gave birth but you just felt like all you did was struggle. you had no idea what you were doing and you didn’t want Mason to be disappointed in you.

however, tonight Margot would not stop crying. after her bottle this morning she napped for maybe 30 minutes before her sobs started again and that continued for the entire day. you didn’t know what to do and you felt like you had failed as a mother. you had no idea what was wrong with her and you hated that you couldn’t understand what she was crying for. you felt like she hated you.

as Mason entered the house he could hear the wails coming from Margot, he had never ever heard her sound like this before and or worried him. he could hear you, speaking to her softly over her cries, you sounded just as upset as her. “i’m so sorry angel, i don’t understand why you’re crying. i’ve fed you, cuddled you, changed you, i don’t know what else i can do. i’m sorry i’m failing you”

his heart broke. he walked into the living room and saw you holding Margot in your chest with tears streaming down your face. you looked so defeated and he hated it. “hey, what’s going on? are you okay?” he questioned as he slowly walked towards you.

you hadn’t heard the front door close so hearing him made you jump. you didn’t want him ti see you like this so you quickly wiped your eyes and showed him your best convincing smile. “oh yeah i’m fine, she’s just, i don’t know what’s the matter. i think she just might be tired” you lied, of course you weren’t okay.

“do you want me to take her?” he held is arms out so he could take Margo from you so you quickly passed her to him and he gently started rocking her which no i’m surprise stopped her cries. you felt your heart break. was it really that easy?

your eyes filled with tears, jealousy and frustration taking over your body as you saw how easy it was for him to calm her down. “look, go upstairs and have a shower, i’ll take care of Margot and you just have a break okay?we can talk after if you want to” he watched your shoulders drop slightly and your chin quiver as you tried to hold in your tears, something was definitely wrong and he was going to figure out what.

once he heard the bathroom door close he sat down on the sofa with Margot. he watched her huge brown eyes dart across his face. “what’s happened angel? you giving mama a hard time?” she cooed at him, a small smile on her face which looked exactly like yours. “you can’t give mama a hard time honey, mama’s with you all day” she squealed, obviously not understanding him.

“i’m sure you tired, if you’ve been crying like that all day i’m surprised you’re up right now” he decided to grab a bottle and try get her to nap so he could speak to you. he had never seen you like that before.

he warmed up the bottle and went upstairs to her nursery and sat in the rocking chair. he started feeding Margot and immediately her eyes started to close, he honestly wished that he was able to stay off work with you when Margot was first born. he had only gotten a week off work before he had to go back and he felt awful but ten Hag wouldn’t give him anymore time off.

once Margot finished her bottle he turned on the white noise machine and put her down into her crib. he quickly exited her bedroom to leave her to nap and went to your shared bedroom. he wanted to talk to you, you barely speak to each other now and he wanted to spend time with you.

after waiting for a while you finally came out the bathroom in new pyjamas and your hair was wrapped in a towel. your eyes were red, it was obvious you had been crying. “hey” you said, noticing him on the bed. he opened his arms and waited for you to sit on the bed next to him so he could hug you.

you quickly got onto the bed and cuddled into him. “we haven’t cuddled in ages, we haven’t spoke in ages. i want to know what’s bothering you sweetheart. i’ve never seen you look so upset” he kissed your forehead.

“i just, i feel like i’m not a good mum. like everyday all she does as soon as you leave is scream and cry and i’m trying my best to understand what’s wrong with her and i’m struggling. i’m struggling a lot” you felt your eyes well up with new tears. Mason felt his heart break. he was annoyed with himself for not noticing sooner.

“it feels like she hates me. and i just feel stupid because as soon as she’s with you, you calm her down. she even smiles at you. i’m feeling so lonely and i feel like a terrible mum.” your tears started flowing down your cheeks. you were quietly sobbing as Mason pulled you in closer and ran his hand up and down your back.

“i’m so sorry sweetheart, i really am. i’m sorry i haven’t been here to support you, i’m sorry you’ve had to do it all on your own. it’s not fair at all. and i’m sorry you think that you’re a bad mum because you aren’t. you are the most incredible mum” he heard your sniffles, guilt eating him alive.

“if you weren’t a good mum you wouldn’t do half the shit you do now. she doesn’t hate you angel, she loves you. you don’t know what she tells me when i come home” he joked which made you giggle through tears.

“i know it is tough right now, but i promise it’ll get better.” you looked up at him with uncertainty. “it will, stop giving me that look” he gave you a sympathetic smile. he hated that you were feeling this way, he wanted you to enjoy being a mum.

“you stay here for a bit, i need to go do something. don’t come downstairs until i say alright? just watch some tv and i’ll be back” he gave you a few pecks before he left you in the bedroom, confusion filling your body. but nevertheless you grabbed the remote and turned on the tv, trying to finally relax.

-♡-

it had been over an hour since Mason asked you to stay upstairs and all you could hear downstairs was Mason’s footsteps. you had absolutely no idea what he was doing and you were nervous to even go back downstairs.

“y/n sweetheart you can come down now” you heard him shout up to you so you quickly turned off the tv and made your way downstairs. whilst you were upstairs Mason did come to get Margot who had awoken from her nap about thirty minutes into him leaving you upstairs.

you had gone to get her out of her nursery but Mason quickly shooed you away back to the bedroom so he could take care of her. you were grateful he went to help Margot, he knew how stressed you were and he was trying to make you feel better so he took Margot downstairs with him.

you walked down the stairs and into the living room and saw blankets and pillows covering the sofa with your favourite food on the coffee table and your favourite movie ready to play on the tv. Mason was holding a now very aware Margot who actually reached out for you.

“i know it’s not much but i thought maybe we could spend time together for once?” Mason handed Margot over to you and kissed you passionately. “i’d love to” you kissed him one more time before you both made your way to get under the covers on the sofa.

Mason pulled you into his hold and kissed your forehead. “i know this doesn’t make up for what’s been happening these past few weeks but i do want you to know me and Margot appreciate everything you do” you felt a smile form on your face as he spoke, he had a way with words which always made you feel special.

“i have also spoken to ten Hag and told him that i’m gonna take a few weeks time off to look after you both. i don’t want you to feel alone, ever, because i am here for you” you looked up at him, it was the first time he’d seen you smile in ages.

“i know you are, you didn’t need to take a few weeks off. will he not get angry at you?” you kissed his cheek and he shook his head. “i didn’t get to take the time of when she was first born so i i don’t care if he’s mad. i have a family to look after” he lent down to kiss you again.

you didn’t know why you were so anxious to tell Mason how you were feeling, you knew he would help you and you appreciated him. “thank you mase, i love you” he smiled at you “i love you more”.

[bubblespalace]

How would S and M react to a sacrificial bride who they haven't been able to drink from at all, literally from the get go. Like, she would be defiant, rude, and would constantly fight them off, yelling back if they yelled. This happening for months. But then they find her getting sleepy and cuddly and wanting cuddles immediately. I love your blog so much very coquette 🎀

Bubble: Under the cut because it's super long! Thank you sm btw!! 💕

"Oh? So now after a few months we have finally broken you? Well, if you're obedient for once, maybe I will comply."

"I'm afraid I don't know whether to be concerned or relieved, perhaps both?"

"Well of course you want ore-samas cuddles! I am the best after all! Maybe you should beg though, chichinashi!"

"Ah? Could it be that I finally broke my dolly~? Fufu~ This is cute~ "

"Aw, it seems my Bitch-chan has turned soft. Would you like something more than cuddles~ Maybe as you're drifting off to sleep~"

"Idiot! Why would I do something so stupid!? Jeez, get a life!"

"It seems my livestock finally gave in. If you promise to be good, I can promise rewards."

"Little-Masa-Kitty is finally letting me play with her? Oh, how cute you are, fufu~"

"Jeez, Sow. You know I've got work to do- Come help me out and maybe after, I guess?"

"Eve... Finally wants me...! Of course... Eve.... I'm yours...."

[pablitogavii]

Best friends little sister Pt. 4

It was another EXHAUSTING week!! Faking it all in front of Pedri who really took a liking of Jacobo, Pablo who hated him more than any madridista and even my family who came into town for Ballon Dior..ugh fuck!

"How are you explaining your fake boyfriend why he's not your date tonight girl??" Masa teased cause she was the only one who knew the real truth..I was doing all this to get Pablo's reaction obviously!!! I turned the music up so nobody downstairs can hear it.

"He's technically a real boyfriend, you know that right???" I chuckle as she finished my makeup spraying some perfume onto my chest.

"Not the kind you let between your thighs!!!" she laughed loudly and I rolled my eyes looking in the mirror thinking of the last time I was intimate..it was with Pablo obviously..and it made my head spin..fuck I missed him!!!

"Shut up loca!!!" I push her and we both laugh dancing to the music until my mom called from downstairs wanting pictures..surely Pablo arrived too. I wondered what he might say when he sees me in this dress..it was looking stunningly perfect on my body.

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Ballon D'ior ready💗

comentarios:

pedrisister: she's stunning 😍😍😍

ballond'ior: gorgeous ❤️

masa.babyy: my makeup slaysss!!!

gavira.babyy.girls: @pablogavi do you think she's beautiful? liked by pablogavi

gavi.pablo: omg he liked!!😳😳😳

jacobo_bru: mia bebaaa!!

gavi.y.n.cute: shut up she doesn't even like you!!

gaviragirls: she matching pablo's suit??🤔

gavibabyy: omg you're right!! pedri wears black and gavi blue 😳

I walked down the stairs in my high heels and Pablo stood there utterly mesmerized..he looked at every curve on my body smiling when he saw my blushed face..damn why was my heart racing so much!??

Just as I was about to step off the last stair, I almost fell but Pablo caught me saying "careful pequeñita" while Masa giggled excusing herself and leaving home. Damn did I really fall straight into his arms!?

After a few pictures and me freaking out every time Pablo's arm wrapped around my waist, did I walk with my mom to the kitchen while we waited for the limo.

"Princesita mia..your heart aches for that boy" she said and I thought she was talking about Jacobo telling her to stop teasing me but then she held my hand and I looked at her gaze towards Gavi. I gulped..was I too obvious?

"Mom, that's Pedri's best friend..and I'm with Jacobo" Isay as she raised up my chin caressing my soft cheek .

"Jacobo is a good boy..very kind..but it doesn't matter what this tells you.." she touched my temple and then rested her hand on my heart "if this doesn't agree.." and then they called my name to join them.

"I love you mama" you say and she smiles nodding and watching as you left with the two boys for the ceremony.

I were sitting between them the whole night feeling Pablo's stare on me most of the times. He was shamelessly looking like I still belonged to him..it pissed me off..but it also made me wet underneath my dress.

"How's Jacobo?" he whispered during a break when Pedri went to grab some water and I rolled my eyes clenching my jaw in annoyance. He's playing with me on purpose but I wasn't gonna let him win!!!

"He's absolutely fine, thank you for asking!" I sass but Pablo was only encouraged to move closer resting his chin on my shoulder and whispering into my ear. I froze from that familiar manly scent and his warm breath.

"I'm sure he's fine..but what about you nena??? I know how your beautiful dark eyes sparkle..when you're satisfied" he whispered the last part under his breath and I fought an urge to moan..damn he was good at this!!!

"Hmm I love looking into your eyes so much..but my favorite is the way they shine just as you're about to cum..holding onto me tightly and begging..papi please don't let me go..hmm and I wouldn't..I wouldn't let you go for anything in the world cielo" the more he talked the wetter I got slowly closing my eyes and enjoying myself. When I heard the last part, I sobered up..I moved away from him.

"But you did let me go..remember?" you say and he pouted about to reach for your hand but you pulled away.

"Cielo..." he said but my eyes were once again becoming sad...I need to stop playing with him...I just end up hurt every time.

"No! I need to use the bathroom!!!" you say getting up and passing Pedri as Pablo followed after you.

"Where are you guys going??? It's starting again soon!!!" he said but Pablo said he needed to use a bathroom really quickly...he couldn't handle you crying again!!!

I came out and someone grabbed me and glued me against the wall...I knew who it was...and I refused to look up into his eyes. I was so tired of all of this...I keep lying...and I just want him to let me go now!!!

"Please...don't touch me...let me go Pablo...stop playing with me finally!!!" I screamed not caring where I was and his hand covered my moth as he rested his forehead against mine.

"Do you really think I like this!!? Seeing you with that idiot when you're meant to be mine!!? You purposefully sitting on his lap when I'm there...but not even commenting on your pictures together!!! Stop doing this to me cielo...please" he whispered the last part removing his hand and holding my chin instead.

"What do you want!??" I say feeling his lips on my cheek as his hand moved down my dress into a slit on my thigh...I felt a shiver move down my spine...his touch felt so familiar, so right and I didn't have the strenght to stop him.

"You cielo...only you...fuck!!! You're drenched!!! Let me hear you moan my name one last time preciosa..I know how much I make you lose control..." he started massaging circles around your clothed clit and you moved closer whimpering into his ear until finally you weren't able to hold it any more.

"P..Pablo" you moaned throwing your head back but he caught it in his big hand before you could hit the wall smiling while kissing your forehead. You heard the audience applaud pulling away as you both rushed knowing you were just late to one of the most exclusive events in history!!!

When Pablo won something in me melted and tear left my eyes...despite everything I was so proud of him. The entire time he spoke he was looking straight at me smiling when he saw me crying happily.

While waiting for Pedri, Pablo took my hand and us two danced in the middle of the parking lot like two idiots laughing like it was the very first time we met...I missed this...missed him.

"Congrats on the award...i always knew you were amazing" I said afterwards and he stopped moving snaking his arms around my waist and pulling me closer.

"Please forgive me..I'll explain everything" he said looking straight into my eyes and I don't know why but I believed him...I wanted to believe him remembering my mom's words...Pablo is the only one my heart aches for.

There was no second guessing in what came next. I moved closer and kissed his lips as he held me tightly in his arms...this was right...this is where I belong!!!

After the event, you came back home never happier only to find Jacobo in your room with a grim expression on his face. Well, fuck!!!

pablogavi

Ballon D'ior Ceremony

Thank you for everything @ballondior ❤️❤️❤️

comentarios:

pedri: congrats hermano! i swear she cried when you won 😂😂😂

y.n.gonzalez: I did not!!!

pablogavi: I saw you did pequeñita!!!

gavirafans: look at them!!!😍😍😍

gavi.pablo: it's clear she's happier with you !

gavithebest: say bye bye @jacobo_bru 😂😂😂

aurorapaezg: I love the dress 😍😍😍

y.n.gonzalez: thank you💗💗💗

"Jacobo, it's really late...and I am..." I couldn't even finish the sentence as he was already throwing a phone into my face.

"Tired!!? Sure you are! Hooking up with Pablo Gavi!!!" I almost choked when I saw what's on the screen. It was an older picture...but it was me and Pablo kissing behind the bleachers...it was after El Classico when I wore his shirt. What the fuck!!! Who took this picture!???

Pedri heard Jacobo from his room clenching his fists and rushing to Pablo's house. Never before did he doubt, but now he was aching for a fight if it was true!!!

"Where did you get this picture???" you ask but Jacobo was in no mood to explain grabbing his phone rather roughly.

"I should have known!!! I asked you if you ever had anything with Pablo Gavi and you lied to my face!!! It makes sense what people online are saying!!!" he was yelling and I trembled really wanting him to just leave at this point.

"He's my brother's best friend, so I couldn't say anything about it but we ended things when I got into a relationship with you" I said trying to defuse the situation.

"Some relationship this is! You won't even let me touch you!! And Pablo Gavi surely already did that!!!" he was starting to get closer and I didn't feel good about it...no I felt uncomfortable...nervous...scared.

Meanwhile, Pedri was banging on Pablo's door being met by half asleep Aurora asking if everything is alright. He rushed inside as Pablo came down the stairs in his pajamas and messy hair.

"We need to talk!" he said and Pablo led him upstairs into his room while his sister retreated back to sleep.

"What happened hermano???" Pablo asked as Pedri sat down running his hadn't nervously through his hair.

"Jacobo and Y/n are fighting...over you" he said and Pablo nodded being patient to see what made his friend came all the way over here...but more importantly he disliked that Pedri left you alone with that idiot!!!

"I'll only say this once Gavi, she's my sister...she's off limits" Pedri spoke calmly although Pablo could tell he was just ready to explode...this was not the right moment for truth...so he did only thing he could...he lied.

"I would never do anything to hurt you or Y/n hermano..." was all Pablo said hating himself internally although it was partially true. He never wanted to hurt Pedri but what he felt for me was undeniable...something he couldn't let go off even when he tried pushing me away.

"Bueno. I should go back then..." just as he said that his phone rang and I was on the other line crying.

"I'm going to kill that son of a bitch!!!" Pedri yelled telling Pablo what happened as they both went back seeing me crying in the corner of my room with a prominent bruise on my cheek.

"How did this happen hermana???" he asked while Pablo sat on the floor applying ice pack onto my cheek as I held his hand.

"He came closer and when I tried to push him off he pushed me and I fell and hit the nightstand...I just saw blood on my hand and called you" I explained crying in Pablo's arms while Pedri was ready to hunt Jacobo down in that moment.

My parents came back from their dinner and I begged Pedri to tell them while I get decent before coming down. He left and Pablo stayed helping me to the bathroom. WhenI was finally alone, I hugged him tightly crying into his chest while he held my head against him reassuring me that everything will be fine.

"I know about the picture Pablo..." I whisper looking up at his surprised eyes as we both knew this will sooner or later have to come out scared of the outcome.

[timeoutsoup]

Dig You A Grave

Part 4

@im-totally-not-an-alien-2

They eventually stumbled upon an abuelita selling tamales from coolers, at the mouth of an alley. The sketchier the place the better the Tamale.

After buying 4 dozen and a few waters, the boys find a park to eat in.

“So, what is this exactly and how do I eat it?” Klarion asks as he holds up the tin foil wrapped item.

“You’ve never had a Tamale before? Well, you are in for a treat. A tamale is a thing of masa or corn dough that has a bunch of different kinds of filling, is wrapped in a corn husk or banana leaf, and is then steamed to perfection.” The halfa waxed poetically.

Klarion watched as Danny unwrapped the first layer of tin foil, and then the corn husk, taking a huge bite out of the still steaming dough. He then mimicked the actions with his own and was shocked at the taste of this seemingly simple dish. He had never had anything like this before. He is pretty sure no one from Limbo Town had.

“This is amazing. I’ve never had anything like this before.” Klarion said before scarfing down the rest of his and grabbing another. This one is marked ‘mole’. “’Mole’? Is this one made with mole meat?” Klarion asked excitedly. He had never heard of a dish where mole was served.

Chuckling Danny replied. “No, it’s not made with mole. It’s pronounced ‘mol-a’ and it’s a sauce or maybe marinade, that is kinda earthy, kinda nutty and has chocolate in it, but it isn’t sweet like a chocolate bar. It’s good, trust me.” He also grabs a ‘mole’ marked tamale.

Excited to try a new form of chocolate, the witch boy digs in. This one is just as tasty as the previous one but has that lovely hint of chocolate.

The two sit in silence, with only Teekl’s content purring, as they enjoyed their lunch, each feeding the tabby bits of chicken. By the time they finished, 16 tamales were gone. (Teekl ate an entire chicken tamale by herself.)

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Klarion was full and was enjoying just resting in this park with Teekl and Danny. Being so far from his familiar, for so long had worn him out. While he felt much better now, he could really use some rest and relaxation. Maybe he should spend some time here. He could cause chaos anywhere, but Amity seemed to have some that occurred naturally, and it would be nice to just watch and enjoy it instead of always having to cause it and then deal with heroes or worse a Lord of Order. Besides maybe having a friend who doesn’t know you are an all-powerful Chaos Lord could be nice, at least for a little while.

Danny stretched his arms over his head, enjoying the nice day, with a full stomach, and good company, when a question pops into his head.

Danny lowered his arms and began to scratch Teekl’s back. “So, if you don’t mind me asking, what did Vlad do to make you fight a bunch of heroes and destroy his lawn? Not that he doesn’t deserve it, but inquiring minds want to know.”

Klarion looks over at his companion and debates on what to tell him. He has already decided to leave the light, so giving up some of their secrets and plans wouldn’t hinder anything he had coming up. Also, Danny seems more interested in the fact of whose stuff was stolen and destroyed, than why.

“Well to be honest. This Vlad just had something I needed, and those junior justice jerks tried to stop me. The property damage was just a bonus.” Danny smiled at this.

Before their conversation could continue, Danny’s phone began to buzz. It was Tucker and Sam asking where he was and if he was coming back to school. With a groan Danny replied.

“Ugh. I need to get back to school. Apparently, the administration isn’t going to dismiss us for the day, even though everyone’s lunch was basically ruined.” Danny slid down the bench, slouching, but sat right back up, turning to face Klarion. “This was fun though. And it was nice to spend a little more time with Teekl. Maybe we could hang out again?” Danny asked, averting his eyes at the end.

Klarion smiled. “I would like that. And I would be a miss if I denied Teekl the ability to visit you.”

“Well the best way to contact me is by text.”

Klarion grinned wide. “Are you asking for my number Danny?”

Blushing hard, he replies by handing over his phone with the contacts open. Klarion quickly put in his info and handed the device back, quietly thanking Tim for convincing him to get a cell. “Alight then. now it’s your turn.” Passing Danny both phones.

“Okay, all done.” The blue-eyed teen states as he hands the phone back and stands up getting ready to leave.

“Well until next time.”

“Until next time.” Danny agrees, as he grabs half of the remaining food and waves goodbye, as he starts to head in the direction of his school.

Once he is out of sight, Klarion looks down at Teekl. “You have a great read for people, but I’m still upset you left me alone for so long.”

“Mrrrrow.”

“You are quite right. There is plenty of time for you to explain everything, and for me to plan revenge on the Light, but first let’s head back, I am still very tired.”

Klarion stands up, opening his arms for Teekl to jump into. “Hmmm, maybe Danny would like the book I stole for the Light.” The witch boy mutters to himself as he teleports them back to their home.

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Once out of sight, Danny ducks into an alley and transforms. He zips back to school excited to share what happened with Sam and Tucker as well as give them a few Tamales to make up for them missing lunch. In a matter of minutes, he is near the school. He de-transforms and continues on foot to class.

He gets seated and hands his friends a few tamales each. Vegan ones for Sam and one of each meat for Tucker. They are very grateful for the food. He even slips two to Wes, who gave up trying to expose his secret identity last year and has been a pretty decent person now. Even got some of the other bullies to lay off him a few times.

The last few classes of the day drag on, as the three friends impatiently wait. When the final bell dismisses them, they sprint out the door and down the hall to freedom.

Once they were far enough from the school, and close to Fenton Works, they began to talk.

“Okay so how did your fluffy house guest get out, and more importantly end up at school?” Tucker asked.

“And who was that guy in all black and devil horn hair, who chased after you?” Sam followed up with.

“Well to answer Sam’s question first, that was Klarion, Teekl’s person. And for your question Tucker, apparently, she is a mischief maker. So, she most likely got out not too long after I left and followed me, and then once in the school made her way to the cafeteria.”

“Huh. That makes sense. Okay dude, next question. Why aren’t you all sad about Teekl being gone? You looked miserable this morning?”

“Well Tuck, Klarion said that he would visit and bring Teekl. So, I will still get to see her. I mean, yeah, I am sad that she left but knowing it’s not forever makes it hurt a lot less.”

“Okay now that all of that is cleared up, where did you and Klarion run off to?” Sam asked, giving Danny a pointed look.

The young halfa began to blush and stutter, trying to get his words to make a complete sentence. “Um. Well... You see… No not that… We ended up… Um.”

“Come on dude. Spit it out.”

“We ended up in the park eating tamales, we exchanged numbers and I don’t know if it was a date-date, or just a friend date.” Danny rushed out, face aflame with embarrassment.

“Aw nice. Ghost boy got game.” Tucker cheers, as he makes finger guns at his best friend.

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[kimakento]

tired

synopsis: your overworking habit does not go unnoticed by your group leader. and masaya knows he has to interfere, even if it ruins your guys’ relationship in the process. ⌙ 3.0k

pairing(s): kimura masaya x 12th member!fem!reader

genre(s): angst (with comfort), general

warnings: overworking, low self-esteem (more of that nature), swearing, emotional instability, scenes of lashing out/anger, can be seen as platonic (?)

author’s note: i kinda love and hate this i’m not sure. i rlly need to write more for ini tho…. ily masaya (even tho im a nishi oshi)

kimura masaya was aware of the ‘extra practice’ sessions you held at night in seclusion; he also understood that this was just your way of overworking, and didn’t like it one bit. it certainly didn’t help that your younger members were becoming more skeptical with each time.

“one, two, three, four.” masaya clapped, signalling you and nishi to start your dance segment together. “i think you need to take a step farther to avoid bumping into him.” he finished.

in serious thought, you nodded and complied. but you couldn’t stop the overbearing thoughts as throughout the practice you’d noticed that masaya had picked out several mistakes which only made your expression fall.

observing his watch, he clicked his teeth, grabbing both you and nishi’s attention before speaking.

“we probably should head back now. let’s finish this tomorrow?”

masaya met the other man’s gaze as nishi yawned and nodded. when his eyes raked to yours, you shook your head which made the dance leader shoot you a quizzical look.

“i’ll stay behind to work on this.”

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words couldn’t describe the fatigue that overtook your body. nor could it describe the bubbling feeling of frustration that swelled in your chest.

you didn’t understand. why were you never good enough?

“fuck.” hands cover your face as you sigh loudly when you collapse onto the cold, marble floor. “why can’t i get this down?” heaving yourself up, you did what you do best.

you tried again.

sweat dripping down your face, your head pounded as you repeated the steps over; one leg out, the other in and, and…and?

shit, you’ve already forgotten it. confusion etched your face as you squeezed your eyes shut, temporarily tuning out your overwhelming and intrusive thoughts. frankly, you didn’t know how long you’ve been at this, it was half past midnight and here you were; dancing your ass off.

no matter how many times you went through the moves; you just couldn’t seem to get them down. exhaustion consumed your body and your legs felt as if they were going to give out any second; but you mustn’t stop, you scolded yourself. memories of all the comments that your dance instructor spewed carelessly at you about your dance abilities.

‘that’s the wrong leg.’

‘how were you able to even debut with an inability to perfect a simple two step?’

the harsh commands remained ever the fresh in your mind like they were actively taunting you knowingly each time they’d echo on your conscious.

it never helped that it wasn’t just a one-off. to say the least, it hurt to hear that every single day. tears welled up in your eyes as you breathed raggedly from all the repeated steps.

with newfound motivation, you trudged your feet towards the remote and restarted the music and tried again.

when thirty minutes had passed, your phone buzzed. making your way towards the bench you observed that you had a message.

leader :< (masa!) where are you? answer, i’m getting worried. sent 1:03am

hastily, you texted a quick response and turned your phone off in hopes of finding solace and concentration. as you took a seat on the bench, you felt a random urge of frustration; you wanted to scream, to cry. the anxiety clawed at your throat and consumed your entire being.

you just weren’t good enough. you never were.

were you really going to disappoint your fans with a lousy performance? that question remained on your mind as you heaved yourself up and practised again. this went on until you felt on the verge of passing out fifteen minutes later, and had quite literally collapsed on the floor. as much as you tried to get up, your legs had failed you. heaving loudly, you placed an arm over your face while eying the kaleidoscopic lights of your group’s practice room.

just a few minutes of rest. you thought before your eyes slowly fluttered shut; the fatigue catching up to you.

back at the dorms, masaya had his finger caught between his teeth as he watched his phone anxiously. there had been no sign of any other response from you leading him to become visibly antsy; even getting up to pace around the room.

he had to go and get you.

wrapping a scarf around his neck, he grabbed his jacket and walked out; making his way over to the company practice rooms.

falling asleep in the practice room wasn’t something you had planned but masaya barging in wasn’t either resulting in you recoiling from the loud noise and shooting up.

the man wore an expression of worry as his voice expressed a firm tone.

“get up. we’re leaving.”

shock took to your face as you scrambled up and shook your head.

a stern answer, “i’m not done with practice yet, masaya.”

two fingers pinches his bridge as he breathed in loudly and sighed.

“it’s one in the morning. how on earth are you practicing? i was worried sick, anything could’ve happened to you.”

a glint of regret flashed in your eyes but was quickly replaced with determination as you reminded yourself of all the negative comments you’ve had to endure about your dancing.

as you looked at him, you couldn’t help the frustration that had seeped into your chest slowly build up.

raising your voice, you chided him, “well, i have to be perfect. i won’t be able to achieve that if i just sit idly.”

“you’ve been acting weird.” masaya cringed internally at your tone, it made him feel uneasy. “why are you suddenly so obsessed with practice? you can do it tomorrow. this is unorthodox.”

your face conveyed your sense of disbelief.

“unorthodox? you wouldn’t know anything about that since you’re amazing at dancing, you’re literally our dance leader. what the hell would you know about this?” you scoffed in reply.

it wasn’t like you to blow up on anyone, you’d always been the one who’d take everything quietly. masaya was genuinely confused, he didn’t know what had led you become so annoyed.

“i understand you need to practice, but you also need to sleep and rest. it’s not right on me or the others and especially you.” he tried to reason, but that only seemed to escalate the situation.

you covered your face with your hands. “no you don’t.” your voice was small and inaudible — almost fragile, mimicking your sense of state at that current moment.

“huh?”

taking a step closer, it really felt like this was your last straw. “no, you don’t understand what it’s like to be constantly insulted everyday under the guise of it being constructive criticism. you don’t understand what it’s like to feel constrained and suffocated every single day because you feel like you can’t perfect one simple move.” you noticed the look in his eyes as he processed every word of your rant.

another deep sigh escaped your mouth as you parted your lips to continue. “so tell me. but i bet it feels amazing to have everyone praise you as the oh-so-great and naturally-talented dance leader that is kimura masaya, with his exceptional dance skills and all-rounder qualities too. you’re just so perfect, i doubt you can understand anything.”

you felt frantic. thoughts raced around in your mind and scattered your brain, your heart thumped as you tried to ground yourself.

a feeling of hurt flashed on masaya’s expression and guilt wracked your body.

“just listen to me.”

“look, if i don’t practice i’ll fall behind—” you debate.

“no, you won’t.” he cut you off.

“—but if i do practice, you and the others get worried and tell me to stop practicing so much.” you continued, ignoring the older boy’s interruption. “so what am i supposed to do, masaya?”

“i can’t—“

just as he was about to answer, your heads snap to the sound of the door opening and hiroto emerging from behind it. his head alternates between looking at you and masaya; noticing the energy being off. he couldn’t help but feel like he had interrupted something.

“i can’t believe i had to trek here at two in the morning just to collect you. i don’t know what’s going on right now but i’m sure you can sort it out in the morning.” hiroto sighed. “you both are apart of the eldest, i would expect you to be more responsible.”

animosity radiated off the room, and also off of you too. armed with frustration, you huffed in agreement and began to collect your things. in your peripheral, you noticed masaya grumbling incoherently, annoyed at the interruption. for you, it was the opposite; you didn’t know what else your frustration would’ve caused you to say to the older man that would’ve hurt his feelings.

a part of you wanted to resolve the situation and hug it out — but the other was just blind with emotion, it sucked that one of your best friends couldn’t understand what you were going through right now and was refusing to meet you in the middle.

not looking back, you walked out of the almost-suffocating room alongside hiroto with your belongings.

the blonde cleared his throat, and pointed a finger to the room you both just left. “what happened?”

“oh, it was nothing. just a little disagreement. that’s all!” a small smile made its way to your face, trying to convince him; yourself too.

hiroto turned to you while giving a look showing that he was was definitely not convinced but still left the matter alone, not wanting to push boundaries.

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‘a little disagreement.’ you had said. bullshit.

perhaps you had fooled yourself in the process of lying to the eldest member. what happened between you and masaya was definitely not ‘little’ or just a ‘disagreement’ — quite far from it.

a yawn escaped your mouth as you greeted the five boys at the breakfast table, three of whom were rowdy—when were taji, takumi and jin not?—one peacefully eating his food—this was quite and a new side to hiroto—and masaya.

taji had been laughing at his phone for a quite a while, grabbing the attention of takumi and jin. they both gathered around taji’s phone, snickering in the process. hiroto had been peacefully eating as you raked your hazy gaze along the table, you observed masaya picking at his food; refusing to even look up.

“g’morning.” the second your light voice disturbed the busy air, the dance leader perked his head up. groggily rubbing your eyes, you walked over to sit next to hiroto.

weird. you’d always sit next to masaya during breakfast. hiroto sighed internally, recognising that what happened between you and the dance leader last night was definitely still going on.

the argument from last night replayed in your head as you bitterly pick at your food as well. losing your appetite, you get up from your seat at the table — making a little more noise than you should’ve — which caught the attention of masaya. confusedly, he looked down at your plate and back at you; observing that you hadn’t even touched the pancakes that they had prepared.

“finish your food.”

in surprise, you snap your head towards the man.

“i’m not hungry.” a bitter taste took over your mouth.

it didn’t help that the other members had coincidentally become immersed in the show-off you both were having. the tension was so thick in the room, you could cut it with a knife. his gaze never left yours as he remarked.

“all i ask is for you to take care of yourself. why do you make everything a big deal? you know, i don’t get you.”

“and all i ask is for you to mind your own, i can take care of myself. i’m not a child, stop treating me like one for once.” it was like he was trying his hardest to not understand you.

while thinking, you feel someone nudge your elbow; it was nishi. after catching your attention, he nodded over to jin, who had a worried expression on his face. shooting a sorry look to the man, an exasperated sigh left your mouth.

“whatever. i’m out.” pushing your chair out, you got up and returned to your room in isolation.

masaya ran his hands through his hair and huffed.

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practice was even worser. the air crackled with tension as all other eleven members were red-faced and tried to catch their breaths. this session had been extra exhausting and had drained all their energy. as they all conversed lightly, you could be found on the other side of the room still walking through the steps.

takeru spoke up, disturbing all the other members’ hushed conversations.

“guys, let’s go out to eat this time.” typical, takeru would seize any chance to go out. you giggled to yourself. “chinese, maybe?”

everyone nodded and agreed as they looked to each other. a certain man with a playful but adorable look sneaked up behind you and tapped your shoulder, making you jump out of your skin.

“mj, you scared the shit out of me.” with a hand over your heart, you scolded him.

he snickered in response, “we’re going to get chinese. wanna come?”

shaking your head, he only nodded in frustration. jin only wondered when you were going to stop this. he could see it consuming you.

the bags under your eyes, your restlessness, the burden that weighed heavy on your shoulders; they were all proof of it. and jin despised it; he only wished it would get better—you deserved solace as much as he did (much more than he did). as he walked away, he only cursed his incompetence.

a few minutes later, your group-mates had scurried outside after packing up and left you to your own devices. unknown to you, your dance leader had offered to stay and talk to you.

the music boomed in your ears as it replayed over as you repeated the choreography you’d had just been taught for a new comeback. there’d been a specific move that you couldn’t execute perfectly so you went through it again and again.

“enough, please.” the voice sounded weak.

turning around, you were met with the pleading eyes of your leader.

fatigue flashed in your eyes, “i have to get this down, masaya. i really have no time, we’ve only got weeks before we perform live.”

kimura masaya knew this wasn’t what you wanted.

“do you know how this has been breaking us apart? did you even see the look on jin’s face when you had declined his offer? this ‘habit’ is not simply that; this is an actual problem.” emotion spilled through his speech. he so desperately wanted to get through to you. “this hasn’t only been consuming you, it’s been eating away at me...”

“i appreciate the concern but—“

“before you bring out another excuse, i encourage you to think about how this affects everyone else.”

as your comeback edged closer, you’d become more antsier. the group had been tasked with five new songs to learn with all choreography as well. this wasn’t like any other of your albums or singles; it was more songs that you had usually.

so naturally your ‘habit’ of asking your performance director to stay behind had been a rare occurrence. but rarely became sometimes and sometimes became every time.

“i’m not incapable of thinking for myself.”

the exasperation that took over your mind made you completely irritable and unreasonable. yet you couldn’t deny the anxiety that clawed at your throat or the sob that you wanted to let out in frustration.

the taller man walked closer to you and wrapped his arms around your body, providing warmth. a direct contrast.

“i really want to help you. just tell me everything.”

perhaps his soothing voice cracked at your cold exterior. you melted in his embrace and buried your face in his neck.

“i’m tired.” you couldn’t push back the sobs that threatened to escape now. “i’m just so tired, masaya.” you repeated again, voice muffled by his shirt.

a gentle hand ran up and down your back in comfort, encouraging you to speak your heart out until you’re content. pulling away from you, he weaved a hand through yours.

“i know.” he whispered softly to you. “i know.”

the thoughts that consumed your head and tainted your heart terrified you, “i can’t rid myself of this feeling, it’s tearing me apart. it’s like i can’t even breathe. everywhere i go, everything i do; no matter what it’s with me.”

“you should’ve told me. i didn’t know it was this bad.” masaya couldn’t help but feeling it was his fault. he was the leader, and still you were always the one who would listen to everyone else’s problems; including his. but he never made an effort to return the favour.

“i so badly did, but i didn’t want to burden you.”

“burden me? oh, you could never.” placing a hand on your cheek, he used a finger to wipe away the tears that ran down. “you’re supposed to come to me about anything like this. it’s partly my fault; i should’ve never let you go through this alone.”

with a hand still placed on your back, masaya walked you towards the bench against the wall and tried to calm you down. amidst your sharp intakes of air while passing you a bottle of water, the leader broke the silence and interrupted your incoherent train of thought.

“i think our first step is leaving this room. you need to break away from this pressure-filled atmosphere. let’s join the others?”

you weakly nodded your head at the thought of being reunited with your other members.

that’s how you found yourself surrounded with laughs filled with genuine joy. the group had been waiting for their order to be served and your nerves seemed to slowly seep away with more of the jokes told to lighten the atmosphere. you still had a long way to go but for the first time in a while, ease filled your mind as well as smiles adorned your expression. unbeknownst to you, a certain dance leader sat next to you on the restaurant table observed you with a hand under his chin and a grin.

kimura masaya thought believed you looked prettiest when you had that signature smile on your face.

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[laineystein]

Find the light. Create the light. Be the light. Thank Hashem because it is everywhere.

My trip back to the hellscape that is New York…

The only reason my husband and I were approved to leave the country (while still technically on miluim) is because we a) were asked to speak at our old school about the war and the IDF and other Israeli things and 2) we had a definitive return date. BH we also had two weddings, a bris, and a birthday to celebrate so it worked out. It was (mostly) rainy and windy and grey and cold but it was so nice seeing some of my favorite people. We had a beautiful Shabbos outside of the city and I got alllllll of the doda snuggles. I also spent a good majority of the trip reminding these same people that they should make Aliyah so I could see them more often.

During my trip, I spoke with a group teenagers and, like my MDA students, it mostly turned into a conversation about their fears as young adults in an anti-Jewish world. But they gave me so much hope for the next generation. It was also great to see that my old school is finally encouraging female IDF service — non-combat, of course. I was a pariah when I graduated and now the thing I did is being celebrated. It feels like yesterday that I was graduating but it was actually well over a decade ago so I guess the progress was to be expected at some point. But all of the students were telling me about their upcoming (or recently finished) masa (and similar) trips and how excited they are and how proud they are to be able to give back to this place they call home and to help their fellow Jews.

As lovely as the trip was, I’m so ready to be back home. The older I get, the harder it is to leave Israel. During war, it’s practically unbearable. So I get why, amongst the chaos, diaspora Jews are choosing to travel to Israel. We do not run away from the chaos, we run toward it - especially when it is our people and our land that are suffering. In this past week’s parashah was all about how the Jews gave willingly in a rebuilding of the mishkan. We gave so much that it was also too much. We had to be told to stop. It’s such a metaphor for what we’re going through today and I love this for us. I love it so much. May we never stop giving. May it never be too much. May we continue winning Hashem’s favor while Am Yisrael continues to heal. May Moshiach come and redeem us all, amen. 🙏🏼

[shiningwonderland]

Natsuki Shinomiya (Repeat)

Translator: Raz (Twitter: agnadance)

Proofreader: Nadie (Twitter: nmoniag)

Editor: Snail (Twitter: herbert_snail)

QA: Rei (Twitter: wolfe_raine)

September — Secrets in Velato

Summer vacation has ended and the second term has begun. Now that the opening ceremony has finished, Saotome Academy's famous health exams will begin.

Saotome Academy's health exams are unusual. The principal, who has a medical license, calls every individual student to check up on them.

Otoya Ittoki: Haa... I don't get it, I feel healthy, so why...

Ittoki-kun comes back to the classroom with a gloomy expression after finishing his health checkup with the principal.

He's usually so upbeat. What's wrong?

Haruka Nanami: Ittoki-kun…? What's the matter? Did something happen?

Otoya Ittoki: Huh? … Ah, yeah. I don't get why, but I was told to get a follow-up.

Haruka Nanami: Is something wrong?

Otoya Ittoki: … I was told I might have an incurable disease.

Haruka Nanami: Huh…?

Otoya Ittoki: Well,it's not like it's set in stone or anything... Yeah...

Otoya Ittoki: Everything's fine... I'll just go back for the follow-up.

Haruka Nanami: I hope nothing's wrong.

Ittoki-kun staggers back to his seat. He's always so lively… so I'm sure it's a mistake.

But I'm still a little worried about him...

Otoya Ittoki: Ah, Masa! Welcome back! U-um... How were your results? Are you… good?

Masato Hijirikawa: I'm not sure why but I was told to get a follow-up. There seems to be something wrong with my bones because of a calcium deficiency. Drinking milk seems to be the solution, but...

Otoya Ittoki: Oh yeah, you hate milk, huh?

Masato Hijirikawa: … No, that's… not true...

Otoya Ittoki: But I've never seen you drink milk before, Masa.

Masato Hijirikawa: … You're just imagining things. I'm… not picky.

Otoya Ittoki: Hmm? Okay, then try drinking it. Here you go.

Ittoki-kun hands a box of milk to Hijirikawa-sama.

Masato Hijirikawa: Why do you have that?

Otoya Ittoki: I figured at some point this might happen, hehe!

Ittoki-kun flashes a cheeky grin.

Masato Hijirikawa: …

Tomochika Shibuya: I'm back…! Listen, I can't even... He's making me have a follow-up!

Haruka Nanami: Huh? Tomo-chan, too?

Tomochika Shibuya: "Too"? What do you mean?

Otoya Ittoki: We all have to get tested again, too. Right, Masa?

Masato Hijirikawa: Yes...

Otoya Ittoki: If everyone needs to get tested again, then there's no point to this checkup round. Does the principal really have a medical license?

Select the Phrase!

持ってるよ絶対！ He must have it! (+0 Love, +10 Music)

Haruka Nanami: The principal is an outstanding person. I'm sure he has a medical license. I doubt he would lie...

Tomochika Shibuya: Well, I don't think he would lie, but he does say some out-there stuff. That guy's flying by the seat of his pants...

Tomochika Shibuya: Aw well, it's your turn next. You should go.

Haruka Nanami: Okay...

持ってるとは思うけど。 I think he has it. (+0 Love +5 Music)

Haruka Nanami: Maybe it's difficult for him to do checkups for everybody by himself?

Tomochika Shibuya: I wouldn't say he's having a hard time, it's more like he's just being sloppy. Aw well, it's your turn.

Haruka Nanami: Okay.

さぁ・・・Who knows… (+0 Love, +0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: He probably does, but I wonder how he found the time to get a medical license when he's a renowned idol...

Tomochika Shibuya: The principal sure is full of mysteries. Aw well, it's your turn now.

Haruka Nanami: Okay.

Haruka Nanami: Excuse me.

Shining Saotome: Come in, patient!

Haruka Nanami: … I'm not a patient, but I'm in your care.

Shining Saotome: HA HA HA! No problem! I can cure even incurable diseases in a flash!

Incurable diseases…? Then I'm sure Ittoki-kun will be okay.

Shining Saotome: Then I'll begin your checkup! KYU-PEEEEN! Opening my Saotome EYES!

The principal's eyes fly wide open! … I think.

Shining Saotome: Height, 157 centimeters. Weight, 45 kilograms. Heartbeat, normal. Blood pressure, normal. White blood cell count and red blood cell count, looking good. Hematocrit, AST, ALT...

Shining Saotome: Everything is normal! Now I will begin the medical questionnaire. Please step on this!

The principal holds out a photo of Shinomiya-san.

Select the Phrase!

そんなことできません。I can't do that. (+20 Love, +0 Music)

Shining Saotome: No matter what?

Haruka Nanami: Yes... I'm sorry.

Shining Saotome: Hmm, seems like you have a serious illness that can't be cured by neither me or the waters of Kusatsu*. I'll do another checkup on you later.

*Kusatsu is referring to the Kusatsu Onsen, which is a hot spring in Japan that is famous for its health benefits.

え・・・これを・・・？ Huh? On this? (+10 Love, +0 Music)

Shining Saotome: Step on this, please.

Haruka Nanami: Eek...

Shinomiya-san has the sweetest smile in the photograph. I know it's only a photograph, but I can't step on it...

Haruka Nanami: I-I can't...

Shining Saotome: Hrm? This is a worrisome and dangerous disease. Even I can't cure it!

・・・はい。 ... Okay. (+0 Love +0 Music)

I say that, but... Shinomiya-san has the sweetest smile in the photograph...

If I were to step on this, I would feel so bad... Maybe if I just pretended to step on it...

I show that I'm stepping on the photograph, but I make sure to stop my foot right before touching it.

Shining Saotome: Cheating is a no-no-no-NO! You need to really grind and get in there good!

Haruka Nanami: I-I'm sorry... I can't.

Shining Saotome: Hmm, seems like this disease is quite dire! This is one disease that even I can't cure!

Eek... Even the principal can't cure it…?

Otoya Ittoki: Huh? You're also getting a follow-up?

Haruka Nanami: That's right.

Otoya Ittoki: Hmm... The only one who's left is Natsuki...

Natsuki Shinomiya: I'm back~!

Haruka Nanami: Umm… how did it go?

Natsuki Shinomiya: Saotome-sensei told me that my body is more than healthy. However, it seems my heart isn't.

Natsuki Shinomiya: He told me that it seems that there's somebody else in my heart. We're not balanced.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Umm... so does that mean I’ve had somebody else inside of me this entire time and I've never noticed? Isn't that what’s called a split personality?

Haruka Nanami: Huh…?

Select the Phrase!

そ、それは・・・ W-well... (+10 Love, +0 Music)

Natsuki Shinomiya: I see, I get it now... What is the other me like? Also...

Natsuki Shinomiya: What causes me to switch? … That’s right, Syo-chan might know.

Natsuki Shinomiya: I'll go ask him.

Haruka Nanami: Ah! Shinomiya-san!

I chase after Shinomiya-san.

そんなことっ。 That can't be true! (+20 Love, +0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: Shinomiya-san is Shinomiya-san. You don't have another you.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Are… you sure? But there are gaps in my memory... Maybe what he said is true...

Natsuki Shinomiya: What is the other me like? Also, what causes me to switch…?

Natsuki Shinomiya: That’s right! Syo-chan might know. I'll go ask him!

Haruka Nanami: Ah! S-Shinomiya-san!

I chase after Shinomiya-san quickly.

学園長先生がそう言うなら。 The principal must be right. (+0 Love, +10 Music)

Natsuki Shinomiya: Yes… you're right. Haa... What is the other me like? Also, what causes me to switch?

Natsuki Shinomiya: Maybe Syo-chan knows something…? I'll go ask him.

Haruka Nanami: Ah! S-Shinomiya-san!

I chase after Shinomiya-san quickly.

Syo Kurusu: Huh? What triggers your split personality?

Natsuki Shinomiya: Yes. I was thinking that there must be something that triggers the switch.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Since we're roommates, I thought you might know something.

Syo Kurusu: That's tough to say... Well...

Syo-kun shoots me a troubled look.

Syo-kun and I know how scary it is when Shinomiya-san takes off his glasses... We can't say anything careless.

Syo Kurusu: Uhh...

Natsuki Shinomiya: For example, do I switch personalities when I'm sleeping? When I'm holding a microphone? Gripping a handle? Removing my glasses? … Hm? Glasses…?

Syo Kurusu: Gla… sses? Nah, can't be your glasses...

Natsuki Shinomiya: How are you so sure?

Syo Kurusu: Huh? … Just a gut feeling.

Haruka Nanami: I-I don't think… it's your glasses, either.

Natsuki Shinomiya: … You two are acting a little strange... Maybe I should try taking off my glasses...

Syo Kurusu: AAAH, HOLD IT!

Syo-kun grips Shinomiya-san's arm.

Syo Kurusu: I-I'm COMPLETELY normal right now! Nothing strange going on at all! R-right?

Syo-kun exchanges looks with me. I-I have to go along with the story...

Haruka Nanami: Y-yes! Like he said. Nothing… strange at all.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Really? I guess if you say so...

Syo Kurusu: Phew.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Syo-kun lets go of Shinomiya-san's arm.

… However.

Natsuki Shinomiya: … But on second thought...

Shinomiya-san reaches for his glasses.

Haruka Nanami: Shi... N-Natsuki-kun!

I swiftly reach out and grab Shinomiya-san's hand.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Yes? What is it, Haru-chan?

Shinomiya-san, hearing me call him by his first name, breaks into a beaming smile and squeezes my hand in return.

Haruka Nanami: U-um... Y-you look nice with your glasses.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Thank you very much! I love these glasses too! 

Syo Kurusu: Oh, is that so... I think you look great in those glasses, too. Never take them off for the rest of your life!

Natsuki Shinomiya: I don't think that's possible even if you wanted me to, Syo-chan! Hmm, there's definitely something strange going on here. Maybe I… really should try taking off these glasses...

Syo Kurusu: AAAH! Wait, wait, WAIT! I'll bring somebody who knows what to do. Stay here!

Haruka Nanami: Ah, me too...

Syo Kurusu: Listen to me. Don't you dare take off your glasses before I get back. I'll cut all ties with you if you do!

Natsuki Shinomiya: …! Okay, I understand. I'll wait patiently!

Syo Kurusu: … So that's the gist. We want to prevent Natsuki from taking off his glasses, but what do you think we should do…?

I had gathered all of A Class and Syo-kun had gathered all of S Class.

Everyone is very cooperative since all of us know what happens when Shinomiya-san takes off his glasses.

Otoya Ittoki: Yeah, it's always a disaster when Natsuki takes off his glasses.

Masato Hijirikawa: We went through much grief during that pool incident.

Tokiya Ichinose: If we slip up on this, the entire academy might end up being demolished. You have my full cooperation.

We inaugurate the "Prevent Natsuki Shinomiya from Taking Off His Glasses Group" and begin exchanging opinions.

Otoya Ittoki: I got it! If you praise Natsuki's glasses enough, maybe he'll never try taking them off?

Masato Hijirikawa: Could it possibly be that simple…?

Haruka Nanami: Umm... Actually, I already tried praising his glasses and it was no use.

Otoya Ittoki: I see... I thought it was a great plan... That's too bad.

Ren Jinguji: Then how about this? I'll dress up as a fortune teller and tell him that if he takes off his glasses, he'll get cursed.

Ren Jinguji: I'll fill his head with all the unlucky things that would happen if he takes them off. How about it? Sounds interesting, don't you think, Lady?

Jinguji-san puts his arm around my shoulder.

… Umm, I heard that he enjoys seducing women, but how should I react to this?

Tokiya Ichinose: Ren... Restrain yourself. You're troubling her.

Ren Jinguji: My bad. My lady is so charming that I couldn't help myself... My apologies.

Jinguji-san winks at me.

He is incredibly suave. Idol candidacy really suits him.

I understand why girls scream about him all the time.

Tokiya Ichinose: Anyway, going back to the original topic, how about we ask Saotome-san to tell him, "My diagnosis that you have a split personality was a mistake"?

After Ichinose-san finishes his sentence, everyone's expressions change.

Without anyone saying a word, I could tell what everyone's thinking.

"That's it!"

Shining Saotome: No can do!

We had immediately headed over to Saotome-sensei and explained the situation, but...

Syo Kurusu: Please, help us! We're begging you! The peace of the academy rests in your hands!

Shining Saotome: My word is final! There are no take-backs!

No matter what anybody says, he refuses to change his mind.

Tokiya Ichinose: … This is no use.

Ichinose-san turns his back on the principal and leaves.

Otoya Ittoki: H-hey! Wait up!

Syo Kurusu: Why are you giving up so easily? You're the one who suggested that we should have him change his word.

Tokiya Ichinose: I said that would be the best solution, but the way this is going, it's impossible to get that man to do as we ask. This is a waste of time.

Syo Kurusu: Then what should we do?

Tokiya Ichinose: … Let me think. How about we try this?

???: S-Shinomiya-san! I-I made a mistake in saying that you have a split personality!

Ichinose-san's strategy is to have someone pretend they're the principal and tell him that the diagnosis was a mistake.

Taking the principal's height into account, we had Hijirikawa-sama dress as the principal.

We're hiding around the corner of the hall and watching Hijirikawa-sama from afar… but we can only see Shinomiya-san from where we are.

Otoya Ittoki: Is this going to work? Do your best, Masa...

Syo Kurusu: We're toast if this falls through...

Natsuki Shinomiya: Huh…? A mistake?

???: Y-yeees. A mistake's a mistake.

Hijirikawa-sama does his best to copy the principal's voice, but… he sounds a little off...

Everyone else is probably thinking the same thing considering how anxiously they're watching. I hope he doesn't get discovered...

Natsuki Shinomiya: I see... Is that it! It was all a mistake. I'm so glad!

Shinomiya-san readily believes the words of the disguised Hijirikawa-sama.

Otoya Ittoki: Huh? … He believed him? Really?

Syo Kurusu: Ahh, he's too pure... He really is naive.

Syo Kurusu: He probably doesn't think the Shining he's talking to could possibly be an impostor.

Everyone lets out a sigh of relief. The "Prevent Natsuki Shinomiya from Taking Off His Glasses Group" disperses.

A few days pass. Everyone who has gone for a follow-up checkup has been told that they're in good health.

Haruka Nanami: I'm relieved that there's nothing wrong with me. I'm glad everyone else is in good health, too!

Natsuki Shinomiya: Yes, I'm also glad. If anything were to happen to you, I...

Haruka Nanami: N-not just me, but everyone else, too! That includes you, Shinomiya-san...

Natsuki Shinomiya: I agree. I was wondering what I would do if I really do have a split personality that’s triggered by taking off my glasses...

Eek... In reality, that is the truth, but… I can't tell him.

It hurts to lie, but there's nothing else we can do.

Natsuki Shinomiya: I'm relieved to know that it was all a misunderstanding. That means it must be fine to take off my glasses when I kiss!

Haruka Nanami: Huh?! K-kiss?!

Natsuki Shinomiya: Of course. They may get in the way depending on the situation.

Haruka Nanami: U-um... Romance is banned in the academy... I don't think you'd be allowed to kiss…?

Natsuki Shinomiya: Romance? Isn't a kiss just a greeting? That's the way it is overseas, usually.

Haruka Nanami: Overseas…?

Natsuki Shinomiya: Yes. I lived in France until I was five years old.

Haruka Nanami: B-but, this is Japan... A kiss is very special... You should only do it with someone you love...

Natsuki Shinomiya: Hmm... That means I can kiss someone who's really special to me!

Select the Phrase!

そう・・・かも？ Perhaps…? (+5 Love, +0 Music)

Natsuki Shinomiya: That must be it!

Haruka Nanami: … That's not what I meant... You see, the school rules...

Just for a moment, Shinomiya-san's lips brush my cheek.

Haruka Nanami: Ah… um… uh...

Natsuki Shinomiya: This is proof of my affection. Hehehe!

あの・・・そういうことではなく・・・ Umm... That's not it... (+20 Love, +0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: Romance is banned according to the school rules, so...

Natsuki Shinomiya: I think what's banned is a boy and a girl dating each other, not the feeling of love for someone else.

Haruka Nanami: That… might be true. But… I think a kiss is something done between two people who truly love each other...

Natsuki Shinomiya: … Do you hate me?

Haruka Nanami: No… I would never…! Um… I like you very much... You're my partner… after all...

Natsuki Shinomiya: If that's the case, there's no problem at all!

Peck! Just for a moment, Shinomiya-san's lips brush my cheek.

Haruka Nanami: !!!

Natsuki Shinomiya: I like you very much, too.

えっと・・・その・・・ Umm... Well... (+10 Love, +0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: A kiss… shouldn't be given so casually...

Natsuki Shinomiya: It's not casual at all!

Peck! Just for a moment, Shinomiya-san's lips brush my cheek.

Haruka Nanami: !!!

Natsuki Shinomiya: This is proof that I trust you absolutely. I would never kiss with no thought at all.

No matter how much I try explaining to him, I don't get through to him.

Starting from that day, Shinomiya-san has begun occasionally kissing me on the cheek.

… Where did my explanation go wrong?

Is it because… he's a genius? I feel Shinomiya-san's way of thinking is different from most people.

Maybe… the way he feels about a kiss is different from how I feel about it.

Even so… every time he kisses my cheek, my heart skips a beat and the part of my cheek where his lips touched feels hot.

Why? I feel embarrassed, but at the same time… happy.

What did I do?

Haruka Nanami: Hey, Kuppuru, what do you think?

Tomochika Shibuya: "What do you think"...? What in the world are you asking your cat?

Haruka Nanami: Ah, Tomo-chan! Welcome back!

Tomochika Shibuya: I'm home! So spill! Let me know what's on your mind. You can try talking to the cat, but all he can do is meow back at you!

Haruka Nanami: Well...

It's true that all he can say is "meow", but I feel like Kuppuru understands what I tell him.

… But putting that aside...

Haruka Nanami: The thing is...

I tell Tomo-chan about Shinomiya-san.

Tomochika Shibuya: I see. So your heart skips a beat when he kisses you…?

Select the Phrase!

うん。 Yeah. (+20 Love, +5 Music)

Haruka Nanami: Yeah. My heart starts pounding, my cheeks go hot, and my head goes blank...

Tomochika Shibuya: Hmm? Could that mean spring has finally come for you?

Haruka Nanami: Spring…?

Tomochika Shibuya: Well, romance is banned by the school, so I think it's fine to not know what I'm talking about. What you don't know won't hurt you!

Haruka Nanami: O-okay...

挨拶だと思うけど・・・・ I think it's just a greeting, but... (+0 Love, +0 Music)

Tomochika Shibuya: Hmm. A greeting, huh? Then… here!

Haruka Nanami: Huh!

Tomo-chan kisses me on the cheek.

Haruka Nanami: W-what are you doing?

Tomochika Shibuya: Greeting you! So? How was it? Is your heart pounding?

Haruka Nanami: I was surprised.

Tomochika Shibuya: I see, just surprise…? Think about what's different between how you felt just now and when Natsuki gives you his greeting kiss.

Tomochika Shibuya: I think you'll figure out something.

Haruka Nanami: O-okay... Thank you.

だ、だってキス・・・だし・・・I-it's a kiss, after all... (+10 Love, +5 Music)

Tomochika Shibuya: Well, anyone would get flustered if they were kissed...

At that moment...

Kuppuru jumps onto my shoulder and kisses me on the cheek.

Tomochika Shibuya: What timing…! This kitty knows exactly what he's doing...

Haruka Nanami: Knows what…?

Tomochika Shibuya: So? How do you feel being kissed by Kuppuru?

Haruka Nanami: How I feel? It's just Kuppuru...

Tomochika Shibuya: … Well, a cat can't compare to Natsuki, I guess. However, one thing they have in common is that they're both uninhibited.

Haruka Nanami: Uninhibited…?

Tomochika Shibuya: Am I wrong?

Haruka Nanami: No... I guess not.

Whenever Shinomiya-san kisses me, my heart beats so fast and I have no idea how I should react...

But I have to get used to it so we can keep being partners… I think.

It'll take time, but I'll do my best...

Mini Game

Ringo Tsukimiya: How are you doing? Have you become used to your one-on-one lessons? I've had you on an assigned song this entire time, but I think you can move to the next step now.

Ringo Tsukimiya: You've improved a lot. Now you must create a song and bring it to completion.

Ringo Tsukimiya: But before that, I'll have you do the last test for the assigned song. Use all the skills you've learned to their full extent and do your best!

Ringo Tsukimiya: Are you ready? Okay, start!

S RANK

Natsuki Shinomiya: Just now, we've become one. Your heartbeat, your breath, your soul... I could feel all of you.

Haruka Nanami: I felt you too, Shinomiya-san… although I can't say I felt it quite as deeply as you do.

It would be nice if we could always weave music together like this.

Chapter End

[sailorlyoko]

Ulrich Stern headcanons

tws for Ulrich's dad, depression, mental illness, abusive parents, miscarriages, and intrusive thoughts,

: Has depression

: His dad used to beat him when he was a kid

: Has a thing for hot japanese girls

: He is a taurus

: He is a Zhongli main

: He LOVES romance dramas

: His father considers him worthless because he wouldn't live up to his ideals about being a typical manly man

: He is probably either Bi or Pan

: His favorite bands are Foo Fighters, Aerosmith, Nirvana, Goo Goo Dolls, Pearl Jam, and No Doubt

: He generally felt bad for Sissi after finding out that her mom had a miscarriage since Sissi was really excited to be an older sister and wanted to be a good example to her younger sibling

: After he and his friends graduated from high school, He cut off all contact with his father

: He is the Uncle figure for Jeremie and Aelita's children, Adrien and Maya

: He is the Godfather for Sissi's daughter, Sasha

: He generally finds abusive parents absolutely morally reprehensible

: He later marries Yumi and has 5 kids named Raphael, Akiko, Marc, Kimiko, and Yuma

: Head canon Voice Actors: Erica Mendez(Code Lyoko) and Johnny Yong Bosch( Code Lyoko Evolution)

: He is the best man for Odd and William's wedding

: He generally finds the idea of crashing Laura Gautier's wedding to be mildly amusing and also cathartic

: He had a dream where he had a therapy session with a cat wearing a top hat, a monocle, a dapper tuxedo, a fancy mustache, and had a British accent

: He sometimes has intrusive thoughts that he's worthless and can do nothing right

: He sometimes listens to Trash Taste and generally enjoys it

: Odd sometimes calls him "The lovechild of Cloud Strife and Squall Leonhart" as a joke

: He played Final Fantasy 8 and REALLY enjoyed it

: He secretly likes horror movies

: His favorite song is Move Along by the All American Rejects

: He likes to read Hurt/Comfort fanfics

: He was generally happy to find out that his father died since he believes it was karma at it's absolute finest

: He ships Snake x Otacon

: He was the one who played "You think I ain't worth a dollar but I feel like a millionaire" by Queens of the Stone age on the P.A system during the infamous Farmageddion incident

: He read Percy Jackson, and didn't like it

: Don't ever mention Sonichu around him since he finds the actions of its creator to be absolutely disgusting to the point he had to have a few drinks to forget about it all and if you are wondering how that turned out, Just ask Odd who literally had to restock on Jack Daniel's and whiskey after the whole debacle

: Has read poetry from Victorian era England

: Has a crush on Masa from Meta Runner

: Watched Meta Runner after Odd suggested to him to watch, and LOVED it

: Secretly writes Masa x Y/N Hurt/Comfort fanfics on AO3

: He has also watched Murder Drones and ships Uzi x N, Doll x Lizzy, and V x Lizzy

: Secretly likes to watch Critical Role

: He has played Persona 3 Reload and his favorite characters are Aigis, Yukari, Akihiko, Shinjiro, Fuuka, and Koromaru

: He has also played Digital Devil Saga and his favorite characters are Sera, Argilla, Angel, Gale, and Cielo

[xxmissarichanxx]

✨XMACX Monthly✨November 2024

Happy November! Fall should be in full swing! Leaves should be turning red, orange, and yellow. Pumpkin spice should be filling up stores and lattes everywhere… For us in Hawaii, that means it starts to get less humid and a little more cool. And… that’s about it.

You can read the update on XXMISSARICHANXX.com or under the cut below!

What’s Happening in November?

I’m picking up where I left off in Froot Basket White’s development! That means continuing to draw the remaining artwork, adding the final voiced lines, and continuing to work with the composer for some music tracks! I’ll lay it out more below.

November is also the month where Americans celebrate Thanksgiving! So near the end of the month, I’ll be enjoying some family time!

As for December’s Cover Model… the polls will drop on Instagram and Twitter/X on November 8! Unlike previous months, I’d like December to be centered around family, so the candidates will be pairs of family members. Here they are!

A) Masa & Greyson Takeshiro B) Satoru & Kugo Jonoji C) Kiki & Mae Tsukimoto D) Kou & Kagami Kusanagi

The theme will, of course, be festive for the holidays! I haven’t done a gingerbread look before, so I’m leaning toward doing something with that prompt. But depending on which family wins, we’ll see what I feel works best for them.

Other than that, I wanted to share my OOTDs from my trip (the goal was to wear pink every day) and some of lil Kai’s OOTDs!

VN Dev | Froot Basket White

There are a few scenes I’d like to have CGs for in Sutoro’s route: the romantic ones (of course) and the other endings. I also should get started on promotional artwork. For the promos, I want to have each of the love interests dressed in white and holding a bouquet of flowers. I’m gonna take some queues from some kpop idols hehehe…

Anyway, I’d like to take my time with the art. I want to produce nice and fun artwork and I want to have fun doing it! The last few months, I was struggling trying to figure out how to frame and structure the CGs. Since I haven’t touched the art for the game in a while, I’m still struggling with this aspect.

The good thing is Sutoro’s Route is nearly complete. I am, however, planning to release it next year. I’d like to build up more of a buffer before I release his episode so you won’t wait too long for the next few episodes. That means, I’d like to have the bulk of Beau’s episode mostly finished too so I can release it relatively close to Sutoro’s.

Cover Story | Pumpkin Spicy Monty

Monty is one of Kaimana’s family dogs, a Siberian husky to be exact! He’s old and was the first dog his parents welcomed into their home after Kai was born.

I turned him semi-human for a cute little game I was making for Otome Jam last year called I Turned My BFF’s Dogs Human! but unfortunately, I didn’t finish it in time. I’m painfully aware of how often I say “I hope to work on,” or “I can’t wait to work on” a project. I will again say that of this project. I hope to work on this project again soon! I at least am thankful I’m not short on ideas or projects to pick up when I finish others…

Other News…

Japan Look Book!

I thought it’d be fun to share my outfits during my trip! I challenged myself to wear pink every day! I’m sharing the thread of my outfits that I tweeted rather than slapping a gallery here. I’m, uh, trying to save some space on this site hahaha…

I tried to pack as few clothes as possible, so I reused some shirts, skirts, and shorts and mixed-and-matched them for different looks. This meant we eventually had to do laundry in the middle of our trip. This ended up being a disaster.

We had the brilliant idea to do laundry the day before we planned to travel from Tokyo to Osaka. Not only was the dryer not drying the thick outerwear and jeans, but the tiny laundry room was extremely humid likely contributing to the dryer not drying our thick outerwear and jeans. Oopsie. We ended up throwing our hands up in the air and deciding that getting some sleep for our 530AM local train ride to the Shinkansen station was more important than trying to get the laundry done.

Thankfully, we got at least 5 hours of sleep and made it to our train in time. But we ended up redoing our laundry and air-drying our clothes at our next location.

Lil Kaimana’s Look Book!

I also brought my lil guy around with me and he had some fun lil outfits as well~ This thread is from Bluesky rather than Twitter because I’d like y’all to know I’ll be posting to both spaces. Give me a follow there too!

Anyway, even though Japan is a place where it’s normalized to carry around your lil guys and take photos with and of them, I still felt a little shy pulling him out and snapping these pics. I’d like to be more comfortable sharing him with everyone, and I’m thankful my friends and beloved Alex were patient with me when I tried to get some good angles with Kaimana. All in all, the experience of traveling with my lil guy was so fun!

I hope you enjoy these fun pics! We had a lot of fun on our trip and are already so excited to go again xDD

Next Month?

December is typically a month filled with lots of family and friends, so I’ll be enjoying quality time with people I love. I hope you will too! Also, there will be no poll for January 2025’s Cover Model next month. January is specially reserved for Kaimana because it’s his birth month!

Anyway, plan to enjoy your holidays! Don’t work too hard and take it easy!

I appreciate you! xxAri

[animehouse-moe]

Goze Hotaru Chapter 2: The Little Bird Takes Flight

I'm saying this right now, Goze Hotaru is the best new manga Shounen Jump+ has seen in years. Go read it.

In terms of this chapter specifically though, it's really incredible how Tosaya has been able to successfully conclude (temporarily, at least) 2 different characters within the span of a pair of chapters.

Hotaru's adoptive brother Masa has gone from the older brother that drags his sister everywhere, to the overprotective and meek sibling that feels pity and sorrow for his sister, to the older brother that's recognized the independence of his sibling and wistfully watches that little girl walk out into life on her own.

Hotaru's grandfather on the other hand actually regresses, feeling guilt in burdening Hotaru with the truth of her parents and seeing her join the Goze. His feelings of guilt and failure essentially force Hotaru into putting on a brave face to depart with the Goze, but it ultimately promises a reunion full of love and happiness when the pair see each other next.

And then there's the art, oh the art. I don't think I've seen a mangaka debut with art as incredible as this in a very long time- and I mean a very long time.

Tosaya deftly cements Hotaru's sparkles as a part of the visual language of the series, a representation of her excitement, anticipation, and passion, and the looser and darker pages as an expression of Hotaru's imaginary visuals for the various stories that appear in this manga.

It is quite honestly, borderline freakish artistic talent. Tosaya has immediately carved out an incredibly well refined artistic niche that they execute upon constantly. Rough linework, heavy and sketchy shadows, backgrounds full of swirling lines that make every moment feel tumultuous and turbulent, much like the uncertainty and confusion that Hotaru faces with every turn.

It is, very simply put, a manga that everyone should be reading. I'm certain it'll see a quick release from Viz, and will quickly become a series of critical acclaim. These first two chapters are just too incredible to deny.

[dogboyklug]

comic one - the second one - [you are here!]

yeah

transcript under cut

...and now its been like a year since i started this comic

and i completely forgot to finish it. oops

well less forgot and more like...

got into a new fandom, had to get a new laptop AND phone, started focusing my internet activism on genocide instead of transness, got burnt out like five billion times, met a bunch of new people, started dating another person, dissociated for several months, celebrated the new year, got so terrified of the fact that might get backlash for this comic i didnt make another one, TRIED to make another one but had like five breakdowns,

and then

forgot

but uh

at least i know how to draw sam now!!

sorta

yay

So, now, with such a big pause, have things changed for the better?

Am I living my best life, finally on T? Or aT LEAST have i FINALLY gotten over ALL of my internalized transphobia (men variety)?

well uh no

in fact things are kind of

worse sometimes...

*new fandom has so much fatphobia it sucks

*there is still a group of trans women online whose sole purpose in life is to hate all trans men

*theres still a genoicde going on

i wish this comic couldve followed a "past, present, future" format where, in which, the last comic would wrap the whole thing up smoothly and i would have some sort of message of peace or hope or joy to give

an assurance that my life, and the lives of all trans people, and all people from cultures ravaged by colonisation and erasure wouldnt be for nothing, and that everything would be fine in the end

but im almost 18 and i cant say that like at all

everythings getting worse and i am not a wise old man with epic awesome knowledge and a cool beard

this comic mostly just exists as a thank you letter so

thank you

thank you to everyone who read the first two and to everyone whos reading this one and to the person who mentioned all male character options in videogames (esp in the 2010s) are ugly as sin. you are so right

maybe someday ill make a comic abt my experiences as a frisian trans man with the full knowledge of my history and a happy ending to make up for it all

(caps) Probably not though (end caps)

ok you guys get 1 happy

here's my favorite transmasc ocs of mine

tuyen sango, my agent 3, best bro

feathers chilufya-janstra, my favorite 30-year-old nerd

masa, my actual hero (she turns 3 this year!!!)

and hjalmar, i've had him for 10 minutes but i love him still. heart emoji

so uh

yeah

thanks for reading

[sana-yan]

here are the quick facts about axiz for those who want the lowdown but don't watch noah (go subscribe to wrestle universe!!)

this is katsuhiko nakajima, the "mad wolf"

he's a short king wild boy from a tumultuous childhood, and a genius at striking offense with a background in martial arts and MMA since he was literally 14 or something

it doesn't matter how tall you are, he's swingin

he's burned countless bridges before, one being his ex-tag team and now current tag team partner, mr. "i am noah" himself, go shiozaki

he's the tallest smol you'll ever meet with a real tragic past, loyal to a fault (and loves cute things like desserts and using cute emoticons, has 7 cats and a dog, and is unironically a kpop stan).

this is him in my favorite shirt of his that he likes to wear

anyway they were in a tag team called axiz and they used to be like this:

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and like this:

anyway, the main thing is that they were homies.

they also had three specially produced photobooks with lore.

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by the way, if you have twitter, give Hi5ame a follow; they are literally a godsend for the NOAH fandom.

as i mentioned, nakajima tends to burn bridges and the surrounding 50km radius. he turned on shiozaki when he believed that go had no "use" for him. in fact, nakajima turns on his partners when he feels they no longer rely on him.

he betrayed go to join kenoh's stable, kongo in august 2020. worth noting that the reason why he teamed with shiozaki in the first place was that he betrayed his ex-partner masa kitamiya earlier in 2018. anyway, no matter how kitamiya feels, nakajima is in kongo now.

at the time, it seemed like nakajima was the odd man out, the lone wolf of the group, but over 2 and half years, it appeared that the wolf had found his pack. there was even a haircut episode (iykyk)

in particular, he bonded with kenoh the most. nakajima and kenoh were rivals, but they had also become bros outside of just hating The Company and ragging on shiozaki

in a way, nakajima stumbled into what he needed the most. friends who understood him, who lived through the struggles of noah as he did. but the thing is, despite finally finding a faction that seemed to suit him and want him, nakajima couldn't be happy. not when he and kenoh's try at the tag belts failed. inadvertently rubbing salt in the wounds, kenoh's other tag belt endeavors with other members of kongo succeeded.

so, on may 4, 2023, during a 6-man tag between kongo (katsuhiko nakajima, kenoh, manabu soya) and noah's main unit team of kaito kiyomiya, yoshiki inamura, and go shiozaki, in what was go's comeback match after 8 months of being sidelined with injury, kongo utterly and thoroughly crushes the hope of the returning shiozaki.

further humiliating him in the ring, nakajima mocks shiozaki on the mic, wondering where the strong ace of noah's past went. before him is a weak and pathetic man.

and that's exactly why nakajima lifts up his hand to deliver the final blow...

...and offer to team up. because shiozaki needs nakajima. shiozaki would be nothing but dependent on nakajima. nakajima will be irreplaceable.

leaning on none other than shiozaki's surgically-repaired shoulder, nakajima poses, hearkening back to classic axiz. and shiozaki, a head taller than nakajima, nearly crumples to half his height, clinging to nakajima in a grateful and emotional embrace, so happy to have katsuhiko back.

(source: pro wrestling noah global twitter)

the thing about axiz's catchphrase is that they are "homies now and forever." and bless him and his loyalty, shiozaki took it to heart. in the two and half years axiz had broken up, go had never changed his twitter bio. he's always been repping AXIZ (and also bts lmao). he'd always been hoping that nakajima would return to his side.

(source: x)

and in the backstage, nakajima makes it clear, saying, "kongo doesn't need me anymore. kenoh doesn't need me anymore. i don't need him anymore either."

kenoh, of course, ain't happy. deeply hurt by this betrayal (and losing nakajima to go shiozaki!!! of all people!!!), he calls nakajima a "traitor." things are gonna get real spicy, especially as the fallout of axiz's reformation begins to settle.

if you're interested in what comes next:

subscribe to wrestle universe! things are just getting started!

[banqanas]

I learned about Exile first because a Toku actor I adore was in one of their MVs, which was how I learned about LDH. Back then, Gekidan wasn't even really a thing. I discovered Sho through a comedy movie later and was immediately charmed by him. Next I discovered Onocha due to him being in the MV for a LDH girl group ("Love", they sadly disbanded pretty quickly).

It took a while before I really got into Gekidan after that. I did notice Keita in a couple of things here and there, but he had yet to make his big break.

By chance I discovered the Gekidan stage "Attack No1" which stared almost the whole group (minus Kanta because he wasn't part of LDH yet). Let me tell you what a blast that was. Luckily it was the first version with Kenchi and Tetsuya (both got later replaced in the second version by Naoki and Naoto, while Gun took over for Keita).

If you ever manage to get your hands on that stage, please watch the first version. It's one of the most hilarious things I've ever seen. Shin and Yuta kiss on the lips, Tetsuya marries off Onocha to Masa, though in the end it's Keita confessing (he's pining the whole time) and running away with Onocha. It's very wild.

It was around 2014/5 when I really got into the group, which was triggered by Omi's first movie and soon after the first HiLO season. Then Kamen Rider Ex-Aid and Ultraman Geed happened at the same time, which was quickly followed by more HiLO, and after that there was no turning back for me. I still remember how Onocha congratulated Yuta on the Ultraman Zero role with Yuta saying that he was feeling a lot of motherly love coming from Onocha. XD

Idk if you know about their old manager's blog where he talked about the group and the members and what he thinks about them, saying that even though Gekidan is one group, it's actually two odd families living side by side with Sway being the weird uncle who shows up from time to time. Family A is Sho (papa, gamer), Shin (mama), Keita (too quiet/calm, often wonders what he's thinking) and Kanta (takes too many photos). And family B is Yuta (cook/househusband), Masa (owns too many cleaning products), Onocha (gamer/likes to annoy Sho) and Nobu (big brother).

(Also before I forget it; you are so right Gekidan + taiko drums are a match made in heaven. I really hope there will be a chance to see Aki, Yuki and Ken-chan doing it together with the others.)

It was really great to see Aki, Yuki and Ken-chan watch the JAM recital and cheer on their future group mates. They talked about it on Insta, saying that Aki was the responsible older brother who took his younger brothers to a concert. They were even decked out in JAM merch and all.

I think the photos of the summer outing are still up on the LDH Izakaya insta (I do remember that both Aki and Onocha posted about it on their insta as well). I guess we'll have to wait and see if they do the LDH Izakaya summer outing again this year and who gets paired off together since it's always odd pairs.

Wow you've known them for such a long time!!! Even longer than Kanta's history!!! and omg even seeing a stage with the Exile members...!! the only things i ever found of gekidan are just with the current members 😔

Ohh the gekidan family dynamics is so adorable 😭😭 that's exactly why i wanted to see interactions between the senior members and the newbies 🙏 i wanted to see where Akishio would put himself in the current dynamics because eventho he's new to the company, he acts around gekidan like he's always knew them personally (thanks to being in highlow & prilege i assume). He wasn't afraid to jab or tsukkomi the seniors unlike Maeken and Sakuyuki are.

I'm also interested to see how Machida Keita would act around the new kouhais because he seemed to be fond of Kanta. And like you said he's actually pretty quiet (with his reputation i thought he would be more talkative tbh) so it'll be interesting to see how he acts around new people.

I remember watching the Izakaya livestream with onocha, maeken and sakuyuki, but i guess i missed the one with akishio and onocha 😣 i hope they still have archive of it on CL

[cheesus-doodles]

Heya! Was wondering for Val event, Could we get a Masashi + Love Note or a Koji + Love note but you read it to him?? Thanks so much!

ahh I already have another Koji ask, so I’ll do Masashi for this one! ^^ sadly, non-canon, but please enjoy nonetheless! :D i hope its alright, this was quite hard to write ngl HAHAHA

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Masashi + Love Note

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Masashi was your quiet Fourth Wing, and you were his brave and strong Boss. Words that usually refused to work no matter how much he tried seemed to flow when it was you, and that has always been the way things were from the start. So no doubt it came as a surprise to this mousy-brown haired boy watching you struggle with the sign language he was so familiar with as you tried your best to sign... something to him. Fire hydrant, dog, cookie?

Alas, you noticed that the confused look plastered across his face despite his best efforts to hide it, and you threw your hands up, exasperated. "I swear, I practiced last night."

“Words are fine, you know.” His voice hoarse and soft from long periods of disuse, but you still picked them out easily amidst the traffic whizzing by the busy street - he was sure of that, your ears perking up as they always did when you were listening. Though instead of the usual small smile he expected, your response was a flushed face, your eyes turning away.

"HappyValentine'sherejusttakethis," you mumbled, and Masashi barely caught your words amidst the buzz of traffic along the busy streets before you stuffed what seemed like a note straight into his hand. Ah - it was indeed Valentine's Day. So was that a love note of sorts? "Don't read that here."

The curiousity got the better of him - taking advantage of your momentary distraction by the greeting of another Red Dragonfly member passing by, he carefully unfolded the paper (he knew if he creased it wrong he would never get another good night's rest). Dear Masa, I just wanted to - in that signature scrawling handwriting you wrote all too many contracts in was all Masashi managed to read. And then a squeak, and you smacked the paper straight out of his hand, the blush of your face only deepening. "I said not here!"

With precise strokes, you folded the love note back along its lines, this time stuffing it back into your own pocket. Grabbing his sleeve, you started tugging him down the crowded road in the clear direction of your favourite cafe, doe eyes not once looking back in his direction as you struggled to keep your obviously blushing face under control.

"I'll have that back later?" He quizzed, a teasing smile pulling at his lips when you shot back a stink eye.

"Later," you declared, walking faster. "Maybe never."

[gcldfanged]

Trigger Warnings: Discussion of abuse, trafficking, psychological manipulation used in the sex trade, branding, torture.

Pimps brainwash their victims into thinking only he can provide for them and that no one else understands them, especially law enforcement. Often victims of trafficking don't even realize they've been manipulated, claiming they chose the life as a survival mechanism. It's the idea of 'I don't have to do this, I could leave if I really wanted' that manages to get them through the worst of their treatment. That and the memories of when 'things were good', moments of rare 'kindness' and praise, empty words meant to soothe and cajole. As soon as a victim starts getting too confident, their pimp knows exactly how to shut it down. The emotional abuse is so horrible, that any twisted form of 'love' is preferable.

When the psychological manipulation doesn’t work, and a victim doesn’t want to turn her sixth trick in a day, the pimp breaks her down and builds her up into what he wants her to be. They don’t want to damage that girl because she won’t be worth as much, so it's a more coaxing and 'loverboy' method- but once she's roped in, there is a 'breaking process'. That could be physical beatings, torture, or making threats claiming their immigration status would be in peril and that they'd experience 'far worse' in prison- That’s the psychology of pimping: control over what’s real. With tattoos, pimps brand the women in their 'stables', as if they were cattle. Ji-ho bears the Wutaian character '征' on the inside of her lower lip, which functions as proof of ownership.

Pimping is often called 'the game' and breaking the rules brings severe penalties. Once Ji-ho hid money from Masanori simply to buy a meal that didn't come from a vending machine. She was locked for two days in one of the kennels he keeps for dog-fighting and could barely walk when she was let out.

She even tried leaving once before, only to be guilt-tripped into staying, or else 'someone was going to get it worse': Just one of the myriad ways that victims get manipulated- Having any sense of community or a family is like a recruitment or targeting pool for her owner. Anyone can be involved.

A pimp’s control is so grounded in psychological abuse, that it’s present even when he is not. Even if law enforcement manage to get a pimp off the streets, the victim still has a quota. They're conditioned- trained to continue on and report to him because eventually he’s going to get out. If they don’t have their required money, they’re going to suffer the consequences.

Without Verdot's (thus, The Turks') protection, Ji-ho easily could have been killed or extorted by any lingering survivors in Wall Market, or other gangs occupying the power vacuum Masa left- even been blamed for his death seeing as she was the one who landed the killing strike.

Verdot didn't just save Ji-ho's life 'in the moment', he protected her from an entire insidious culture of systematic abuse.