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genocidehim · 1 year ago

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I can't choose who I want to see this prompt written for, so you can choose (or maybe do all of them idk 😳)

reader asks Tuco/Lalo/Nacho if she can watch him jerk off (don't ask I just have a problem) and he agrees. nsfw ensues

notes: render is female, lewd, male masturbation. words: 559 - 602 - 353

⸻Tuco

Definitely, Tuco was surprised by your request.

Maybe he had a wrong image of you, but that didn't bother him, on the contrary, your boldness truly hardened him with just the question.

Tuco wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer, planting a soft kiss on your forehead as he arrived home and found you awake. He seemed still a bit animated from the kitchen, you knew it by how dilated his pupils were and his breathing faster than usual. That was when your question snapped him out of his trance.

"I was wondering if you'd like… Well… If you want to masturbate while I watch…"

Tuco smiled mischievously, his eyes lit up with a mixture of excitement and lust. He had always enjoyed exploring your desires together, pushing the boundaries to create an exhilarating experience. "Mmm… You know how to tempt me, my love" he responded in a low, seductive voice. "The idea of you watching me pleasure myself… excites me."

He grinned wickedly, his eyes gleaming with anticipation of revealing his most intimate desires. He loved embracing your fantasies and sharing them with him, and he was eager to take a raw glimpse into your thoughts.

"All right, my love," he purred, his voice low and seductive. "I'll show you exactly what goes through my mind when I indulge myself."

He reclined on the couch, slightly parting his legs as his hand began to travel toward the bulge in his pants. With deliberate slowness, he unbuttoned and slowly lowered the zipper, revealing glimpses of the hardened length beneath.

As he freed himself from confinement, he looked deeply into your eyes with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. The confident way he exposed himself to you was exhilarating. Quickly, he wasted no time in licking his own palm to lubricate it, taking hold of the base of his hardened and almost pulsating member. Under your critical gaze, everything felt much more pleasurable. Tuco didn't take long to move his hand up and down, just the way he liked it: fast and rough, as if trying to quickly release himself, seeking pleasure as fast as possible. His grunts were low and guttural, usually Tuco didn't hold back his excitement and was as loud as he was vulgar.

"You're enjoying watching me like this, aren't you?" he grunted as his hand moved forcefully over his cock, his hips reacting to the stimulation and moving against his hand. "You're a dirty girl, asking me to masturbate in front of you."

The room filled with moans mixing with the erotic sound of his masturbation, his pleasure intertwining with yours even though you weren't physically involved, and that only fueled Tuco's desires even more; a twisted dance of power and submission that you managed to exert over him. Tuco continued to pleasure himself, surrendering to the fantasies swirling in his mind, each stroke bringing him closer to the edge.

"Do you like hearing this?" he groaned through clenched teeth, his eyes fixed on you as desire consumed him, and when he noticed his member trembling, he knew he was about to release the thick load of semen that spilled freely into his hand and onto his pants. Despite being tired from the effort he exerted, his erection remained, and a malicious smile flooded his face as he watched you.

⸻Lalo

Lalo's eyes sparkled with a mixture of surprise and intrigue when you confessed your desire. A mischievous smile tugged at his lips, his mind already spinning with possibilities. "Mmm… Do you want to watch me pleasure myself, my little love?" he purred, leaning closer to whisper in your ear. "You know how to tempt me…"

He gently lifted your chin and looked into your eyes. His voice dropped to a husky whisper full of promise. "I would be more than happy to grant your wish." He punctuated his words with a soft nibble on his lower lip before pulling back slightly, giving you the opportunity to express any preferences or instructions you might have at the moment.

"Tell me… How would you like it, standing up? Lying down and stretched out? Or maybe in front of a mirror so you can see all the angles?" The possibilities seemed endless in Lalo's mind as he waited for more guidance from you.

"I think I just want to see you pleasuring yourself. Like you would any day. I want you to tell me what you think about when you masturbate."

Lalo smiled, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of mischief and desire. His hand moved to gently caress your thigh as he leaned closer again, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Mmm… Do you want to know what goes through my mind when I pleasure myself? How deliciously naughty."

He shifted in his chair, settling slightly as he took a more comfortable position. Her gaze riveted on you, her low, seductive voice sounded like music to your ears. "When I touch myself, my thoughts often drift to you, my love... Imagining your soft lips on mine, your hands exploring every inch of my body." He paused for effect, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

He unbuckled his belt as he kept his dark gaze on you, you could tell how his cock was begging to be released from his blue jeans, as his erection popped and showed as hard as it was, he reached up to you and extended his hand towards your face

"Do me the honor, little love…" his mischievous smile remained on his face, his mustache curved in such a way that he looked as attractive as he had ever looked before.

Without hesitation, you helped him lubricate his hand so he could work better, licking his salty palm as you lingered on his fingers, increasing his arousal

"I'm also thinking of taking control... Domination…" His voice took on a darker tone as he continued, bringing his hand lubricated with your saliva and massaging the tip of his aching cock with need "I imagine tying your hands and teasing you relentlessly until you beg me to release you..." A glint of dominance danced in his eyes as he described the scenario, as shameless as he could only be.

His hand moved slowly and precisely, just as he was fascinated by it, you could feel how his grip was hard and firm, almost as if he wanted to feel as much pressure as possible "I imagine your pretty little pussy squeezing me… Your sweet little mouth taking all of my cock…. How hot you feel around me."

Lalo normally didn't usually masturbate and ejaculate instantly, not when he was so imaginative and preferred to think of erotic scenarios while pleasuring himself, but under your hungry gaze and the thrill of the moment, it didn't take him long to release several whitish spurts that spread all over his shirt and hand. Panting due to his intense climax so sudden but powerful.

⸻Nacho

Nacho felt a surge of surprise at your request, but he kept his cool. He understood that intimacy could take different forms for different partners and was willing to explore new experiences with you. "If that's something you're interested in, mi amor…" he replied softly, his voice tinged with curiosity and desire. "I'm open to trying it. Watching you watch me pleasure myself… Mmm."

He leaned closer, placing a soft kiss on the corner of your lips "Tell me exactly how you would like me to do this for you? Should I undress slowly? Or should I start touching myself right away?"

"I think I just want to see you giving yourself pleasure… Like you would any day…"

Ignacio placed one of his hands on her thigh as his other hand slid down to her groin area. With deliberate slowness, he began stroking himself through his pants, rubbing the bulge that had formed there.

A soft moan escaped Nacho's lips as he leaned back in the chair, letting himself be carried away by the pleasure. "Normally, I don't usually do this... Not when I can have you at any time…" he confessed breathlessly. "But when I do, I think of your soft touch…. Your eager mouth…"

His movements became more pronounced as he continued to stroke himself through the fabric, each movement accompanied by shudders of pleasure coursing through his body.

"Do you like seeing me like this? Seeing how you affect me?" he asked, his voice laced with desire and a hint of vulnerability. "Tell me… What does it do to you?"

"It's amazing… Listening to your fantasies…" Your deep voice managed to increase the excitement inside his pants "Do you think about how tight I am around you?"

Nacho grunts and has to unbutton his pants apt to free his aching cock, massaging it without lubrication as he takes advantage of your voice to feed his fantasies "All the time… I do it all the fucking time…"

But masturbation wasn't something that satisfied Nacho, he needed more and almost watched you with pleading eyes as he begged "Please… Help me here…"

#better call saul x reader #breaking bad x reader #bcs x reader #tuco salamanca #tuco salamanca x reader #tuco salamanca fanfic #better call saul #breaking bad #tuco salamanca imagine #smut #better call saul smut #nacho varga #nacho varga x reader #lalo salamanca #ignacio varga #request #lalo salamanca x reader

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roaldamundsen · 1 year ago

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It's too hot, I hate summer so I had to torture 90s Domingo.

College was… hard, he didn’t feel like he fit in at all. Things were expected that he just didn’t know about, and while he knew it would be hard as the first one in the family to visit college, he had not realized how high the bar really was. Maybe it would have been easier if it had been music, the people would at least be more open, instead, he was surrounded by future suits and sometimes he felt how each course sucked a little bit more of his life out of him. Summer break couldn’t come soon enough, summer break meant he would see him again. Domingo had nursed his crush ever since he realized that he never looked at a girl, he only ever looked at Ignatio. Radiant, mischievous, and carefree. He had tried to keep in touch but with the two jobs Nacho’s been working it had been hard to find the time. The summer would be theirs though, and maybe Domingo would even find the courage to shoot his shot. The idea of holding hands under the vast New Mexico night sky made him giddy. Nacho has only gotten more muscular since he last saw him, and wouldn't dream to be pulled into those arms, all the girls at the pool were looking. Natcho never paid them a lot of attention, though he knew of a girl or two who would disappear with him during school. But now he didn’t even glance at the giggling gaggle they passed at the public pool and Domingo hoped. This hope was fueled by treasured memories of clumsy hidden kisses and some groping the last time they had a sleepover and the way Nacho didn’t even flinch when he asked him about applying his sunscreen he just offered Domingo his back and kept on telling the story that the question had interrupted. It was fouled by the banter and playful wrestling when they finally dived into the water, the easy touches as they walked back, and the fact that he didn’t even had to ask to reapply the sunscreen he just started and Nacho accepted it. Said hope was killed by a simple whistle that Domingo almost didn’t hear. But Nacho suddenly stiffened, linked around, and then was off like a shot.

As Lalo walked back to his car past the screeching of the public pool there was suddenly the tug of recognition in his gut that stopped him in his tracks. Unsure what caused it he looked around and there he saw him laughing with some other boy. Said tug soured and surged through him red hot, ugly, and deep in the pit of his stomach, he would not call it jealousy, of course not, he named it: betrayal.

His cielito had his arm slung around the shoulder of the stranger laughing and talking animatedly. They must have just gotten out of the pool, both still wet their swim shorts plaster to their legs their bodies leaning into each other. All that he could have overlooked but for the look on that pendejo’s face, all soft adoration and longing, he wanted to rip his throat out.

Even more so for knowing that he should keep away from Nacho, and if he did this could be his summer love, something not destined to end but with the potential of growth. It was clearly what the other boy wanted, fawning over his amorcito, so helpful as he got his dirty paws all over him under the guise of applying sunscreen. He ground his teeth as the clear picture of that intruso hand in hand with Nachito, a perfect young love unfolded before him. He knew he was the disturbance, this could be his cue to step back, break the boys heart, let the other one comfort him.

Instead, he stepped towards the fence and gave a quick whistle. His ángel looked up searching and broke into a wide smile, getting up instantly and sprinting toward Lalo. That hungry thing inside him sighed with satisfaction, letting him go might have been the right thing to do, but doing the right thing was not the Salamanca way.

Domingo, unsure of what to do, followed. The man was older, maybe a customer? Maybe someone Nacho would need an excuse to get away from… but then he saw him grip the chainlink fence and lean forward almost pressing his body against the barrier to get closer to the stranger. Clearly not a stranger to Nacho, not the way he looked at the man, infatuation written all over his face. Domingo felt suddenly sick, stopping far enough away so he wouldn’t hear the whispered conversation yet unable not to hear Nacho and the stranger laugh together. There was a comfortable intimacy in their interaction that made his skin crawl, this is not how his summer was meant to be! But it was clear from the look on Ignatios face that he was too late, he had lost his chance and the heart he had hoped to win had already been gifted to someone else.

YOU WRITE THEM SO GOOD. LALO YOU SNAKE. I CAN SEE IT HAPPENING. oh my god anon oh my god oh my goddd it's so excellent. it's heartbreaking. it's everything I love about these three really. also I am eternally grateful that a few people are still interested in the 90s au that I didn't pick up 💔

#such good writing n characterisation n meow meow n summer loves. ugh #asks #lalo salamanca #nacho varga #domingo molina #lacho #lacho 1990s au

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asgardianangel · 2 years ago

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Absent- (one missing piece - chapter five)

Warnings: bad language, unwanted/forced touching, angry jealous! Lacho

Lalo was pissed...

But he couldn’t feel that way about you. Smiling down at your sweet, beautiful face (he was rather amused with the look you gave him when you realised it was him grinding on you the entire time). You passed out on him allowing your body to fall in his awaiting arms then he carried you out the shithole of a club. His husband soon followed behind.

They rescued their girl

Lalo muttered curses in his mother’s tongue thinking about how vulnerable you were in Alive Land. The only place he told you to avoid. He had conducted business there when he first met his beloved Ignacio both of knew about the type of people that place involved. Junkies, hard hitting dealers, rapists and the list goes on. Lalo wasn’t afraid of anyone, but he couldn’t deny the blood boiling feeling he got knowing you were in there drunk and naïve.

And then there was the case of your fucker of a friend kissing you like that. Only Ignacio and himself were allowed to do that.

He was going to murder that la puta (Bitch).

Ignacio rested your head on his lap in the backseat admiring your sleeping form while Lalo’s fist clenched the steering wheel as he drove. Ignacio was angry himself but was calmed when stroking your beautiful hair.

“no puedo creerlo. Allí le pudo haber pasado cualquier cosa. Mierda! (can’t believe it. Anything could have happened to her there. Fuck!)” Lalo cursed loudly.

“Callar. No es su culpa (keep quiet. It's not her fault)” Ignacio hushed as you shifted in your sleep.

Lalo huffs “lo sé (I know). It’s those ‘friends’ of hers.” He focuses on the road ahead. They were close to home. Where you belonged

You were carried off to bed before being unknowingly undressed by the two men. Taking their time slipping off your dress and caressing your body (especially your soft chest and thighs). Ignacio slips his own shirt off to dress you in. Wanting his scent to embrace you once you awaken.

They were sure you wouldn’t remember a single thing about tonight.

Ignacio looked over to his husband and saw that grin on his face. Lalo had a plan, and it was far from innocent.

Achiness from your head awoken you and you soon realised you back in the Salamanca household. You slowly lifted the covers to notice you were wearing what seems to be a man's shirt. Feeling dull confusion, you looked around trying to remember the details about last night.

You chased Leah into some club.

The bedroom door suddenly swinged open to reveal Marco bubbly like usual upon seeing you. “Y/n! Y/n! You’re awake” he ran over to you with a hug.

“Oh, good morning, Marco how are you?” you asked, and he smiled “great papa said you can spend the day with me” he told you with excitement.

“Really? Where are they?” you asked carefully getting out of bed.

You walked downstairs with him hand in hand to see Ignacio and Lalo conversing in the longue. They smiled at you and Ignacio patted the spot between them. “Good morning” you awkwardly greeted pulling the raising shirt down and sitting down. Lalo chuckled “afternoon” he said back.

“Oh, shoot I didn’t mean to sleep in so late” you sighed and they both chuckle “It’s okay you get that beauty sleep” Ignacio reassured you.

Marco walked over to the three of you with a drawing in hand happily showing it you. The picture depicted his two papas holding hands with you. You awed at the drawing and then noticed the detail of what looked like love hearts above the three of you. “asombroso (amazing)” Lalo complimented. Ignacio admired it “Don’t forget to add yourself buddy” he told him. Marco chuckled adorably and ran back to his colouring station.

You were still a little confused of what he meant by the hearts but then you thought ‘it must be the people in his life that show him love and affection’ shifting from anything romantic between you and his fathers. No that sounded silly.

Ignacio watched TV as Lalo spoke to you about his musical interests “I really enjoy going on long drives and listening to music. Makes you feel alive you know?” he told you. Midway throughout the conversation you felt the presence of Ignacio fingers gliding across your bare thigh. You faked a cough and shifted more to Lalo (who carried on talking). You swore his fingers were travelling higher as he kept his eyes on the screen.

You didn’t know what to think.

Lalo noticed you were at unease “I’ll get you some water you must feel like shit” he offered. You shake your head “I think I need to go freshen up” you said getting up from the couch before quickly heading upstairs to get away.

Shutting your bedroom door, you unbuttoned the shirt you were wearing feeling weird. You couldn’t have been just imagining that. Could you?

Leah.

You needed to talk to Leah.

Picking up your phone from your dress table (did you leave it there like that?). You rang her and she instantly answered, “Have you seen Mark?” she asked. You remembered dancing with him.

“I danced with him last night, but I can’t remember anything after that” you replied honestly.

“Well, I haven’t seen him and he’s not returning my calls and I need get back home today” she told you in an almost panic.

“Alright calm down he might have stayed somewhere like a motel” you assured her. You were listening to your friend when your bedroom opened “I have some water for you querida” You heard Lalo’s cheerful voice he saw you standing there in just your bra and pants on the phone, and you quickly rushed to the bed covering yourself.

“Ah sorry I should have knocked” he apologised shutting the door.

Sighing in relief “Go on Leah” you told her.

Lalo walked away from your room before pulling on his crotch feeling hard as a rock. He sighed reaching into to his pocket for his phone and then making a call.

“tienes a ese bastardo? (You got that bastard?)”

#lacho x reader #better call saul fanfic #lalo salamanca #nacho varga

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el-michoacano · 2 years ago

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protector

I’ve seen some interest in Aurelia’s dynamic with Domingo, so I thought I’d write them together for a change!

Gonna tag my Lia lovers: @rosayoro, @chordsykat, @lokisinsurrection , @michaelmandog and @chocopinda 🖤

"I was supposed to go to the gym today." Aurelia didn't mind; She never minded when Domingo made time to stop by her condo. She sat in front of her massive vanity at present, fussing with her hair. It was a tousled mess, but the tousled look suited her.

Domingo was still in bed, sitting among the silken sheets, which were pooled around his waist. His eyes were on her, watching as she now applied a fresh coat of lipstick. She didn't need it; She was one of those girls who was always pretty. He asked, "You go to the gym?"

Aurelia laughed at him, the sound high and lovely, like the ringing of a golden bell. Everything about her was golden. She said, "You think I look this good without going to the gym? You really are too cute."

He gave a little laugh of his own, a soft, sheepish thing. He gave her a long, appraising look next, as if he hadn't seen every inch of her less than an hour ago. He guessed, "Yoga?" Girls did yoga, right?

Aurelia rolled her big amber cat's eyes. "Kickboxing," she said, tossing a glance at him over her shoulder. "A girl's gotta know how to defend herself, doesn't she?"

Domingo felt a little pang of guilt. He said, "I could defend you."

Something in her expression went soft, and she sighed, then stood. The robe she wore was white and flimsy, and in this light, he could see right through it. He was certain she'd chosen it for just that reason. He watched her approach the bed, taking hold of her waist when she straddled his hips. She lifted her hands to his face, meeting his eyes with hers, saying, "I have enough people defending me, Domingo." His heart flip-flopped stupidly in his chest any time she called him by his name. He was usually Bambi or baby or a combination of the two. She only called him by his name when she was being serious. "I don't need another protector."

A few years ago, she'd had more. Losing Lalo had nearly broken her, Domingo knew, and losing Nacho had nearly destroyed them both. She still had Tuco and don Hector and her brothers, at least. She still had Domingo. He said, "I've been thinking--"

"None of that." Aurelia pressed her hands to his chest, pushing him down onto the fluffy pillows. Was she aware of the ring he'd been carrying around the past few weeks? "No one in this business lasts long enough for that." She leaned down to kiss him, just softly, and he wound his arms around her, pulling her close. "Come back in a year and ask me again."

"I will." She seemed a little surprised by that, pulling back enough that she could meet his gaze with her own. "I'm not going anywhere," he said, "not without you."

#and in a year they're both dead oops #domingo molina #krazy 8 #aurelia salamanca #my bcs

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anelimjolie · 2 years ago

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which show do you think it's better, Breaking Bad or Better Call Saul?

Ahh bestie, that’s a hard question. I thought about this a lot tho and I have to say breaking bad. I think both shows are absolute masterpieces, and especially the new episodes of better call saul are throwing a complete new light on breaking bad. I also adored the characters of bcs, who aren’t in breaking bad - I mean Nacho, my love, he is the Jesse of bcs and he’s my babygirl and he is basically the premise of breaking bad. Also Lalo, such a hot bad guy and I mean Kim - she’s my whole life, my girl (which is why I’m deeply scared as well) <3 It’s so incredible to see the different dimensions and perspectives of the characters, of how Jimmy becomes Saul, how soft Mike truly is, how scared Gus can be. Not to mention the writing and cinematography is the absolute best, I think Vince Gilligan is a true mastermind, especially considering that bcs only exists because of a punch line??? And it’s so full of easter eggs and parallels!! I’m losing myself again, but long story short, breaking bad will always have a special place in my heart, the way a mundane mediocre chemistry teacher becomes one of the most horrible persons, destroying his family while his intention was to save them, manipulating and destroying the life of his former student, who wants nothing than to be loved and accepted - their chemistry and dynamic being almost like father and son, while also being a chaotic duo of idiots, transforming into a heartbreaking and tragic story. This is how you show what the drug business does to you, this is showing the consequences of your actions, the influence and aftermath of addiction. And of course, I love Jesse with all my heart 💗 Have you seen bcs?? What do you think?

#thank you for the ask <3 #you’re the best #breaking bad #better call saul #bcs 6 #brba #jesse pinkman #walter white #saul goodman

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multifandomhaven · 5 years ago

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Pairing: Lalo Salamanca x reader Word count: 1.7k A/N: So my love for Lalo has suddenly slapped me in the face and I can’t get enough of him. I couldn’t find any Lalo x reader fics so I decided to let my mind run wild with this one. I figure he’d be a flirty guy bc have you seen this man? He oozes charm and his mouth never stops, so it’s pretty much a given.

Also, I speak zero Spanish and used Google Translate for this, so please don’t hold the translations against me if they’re wrong.

The woman watched as the children mingled among the elderly - boys running amok while the girls spoke with the older ladies about their snowy hair and the rings on their fingers. It was controlled chaos - they were, of course, under the watchful eye of the staff, but it was chaos all the same.

She was kept constantly on her toes. Just as she finished ushering a group of children out of the cafeteria she noticed a few of the students approaching a man in a wheelchair. She watched for signs of discomfort on his face, knowing that kids weren't some people's cup of tea, and found that and more when she saw his eyes. They were hard and he seemed like he didn't want to be a part of the rambunctious activity, so she stepped over to the children crowding around him and quickly directed them elsewhere.

"I'm sorry," she apologized, her smile genuine as she spoke to him, "I'll try to reign them in."

He hardly moved, his eyes scanned her as they sat there in what she felt like was a standoff, but she could tell by the breath that heaved out of him that he wasn't pleased. His lips twitched and she waited for him to say something, but he only continued to stare. He moved his arm only slightly - almost undetectable -until his finger hovered over what looked to be a bell that had been tied onto the arm of his chair by a string. The digit shook for a moment before he flicked his wrist and a shrill ding echoed throughout the room.

Some of the children looked around for the sound while others ignored it completely. The teacher, not knowing what the sound might be indicating just gave him another quick apology and scurried away, snapping gently at one of the children as they reach for an elder gentlemen's glasses, eager to try them on.

"No," she reprimanded him, pointing her finger so that he'd understand she was speaking to him. "We don't need to be sharing personal belongings with these nice people, okay?"

Sneaking in a quick moment she leaned against the wall and sighed heavily - pleased that this was one of the last field trips of the year. She didn't know if she could handle many more with this group - as sweet as they were they were also just as rambunctious. She pushed off the wall and herded the group of tiny humans onto the stage to perform the song they'd been practicing for weeks.

They settled on the stage, the teacher in the middle and the children surrounding her in a circle.

The residents gathered around, eager to hear what they'd prepared - even the wheelchair bound man watched them from his corner of the room. Glancing up, the teacher looked in his direction and was mildly surprised to see another man with him, younger, but older than her still. He spoke to the man with the bell in hushed whispers, his words shared between only them, before his eyes, too, were upon the stage.

The new man's inky gaze found her own and she held it as he made himself comfortable in his chair, sitting back like he owed the place, legs spread and one elbow propped up onto the table, his eyes shining with interest. His free hand ran through his dark hair before he raised his chin to her in acknowledgement.

Tearing her concentration away the woman cleared her throat and then quietly started their count - the agreed upon count of three - and then strummed the guitar in her lap.

The children watched her, mesmerized as always when the notes came together, blending into the beloved song. She'd strummed through the beginning once and when one had began to sing the woman took it upon herself to get them started. She opened her mouth, the words dancing from her tongue as easily as she breathed. Her voice was soft, and suddenly all eyes were on her.

"I see trees of green, red roses too I see them bloom for me and you And I think to myself what a wonderful world"

She glanced around at the children, her bright smile encouraging some of them to join in. Some began to sway while they sang and in just a few moments they'd finally found harmony. Their voices melded together into something beautiful, bringing a tear to many of the resident's eyes. Most of the watched, their hands clasped together in happiness, while some of the others locked hands and swayed gently to the tune.

Almost as soon as it began, the song was over.

The class stood up, locked hands and gave a small bow. They waved and made their way to the door, the teacher checking her list as they passed her one by one to gather on the school bus. Once she was sure she had everyone marked she glanced back inside the double doors and caught the mysterious man's eyes once again. She could feel the weight of his stare even before she turned, and she gave him a small wave.

He returned it with a great smile - his teeth even whiter against the mustache on his lip.

The entire ride back to school she thought of the dark eyed man's stare - his predatory gaze and his grin that was so big it looked like it hurt. She was an independent woman, she was strong and she knew that she should be above such juvenile thoughts, but she couldn't help but blush when she thought of his demeanor. He was shockingly confident, even they way he sat was like he was offering a challenge to the world around him, his shoulders were back and his held held high. His interesting choice in shirts was also something she'd picked up on quickly - she hadn't met many men that wore what looked like such a delicate fabric - not to mention the dizzying design printed on it.

She shook her head to clear her thoughts and went about her day - her mind drifting from the man back to her work.

Until a few days later in a restaurant on the other side of town.

Work had drained her and instead of preparing her own meal she'd decided to stop by and get a quick meal - El Michoacáno was on her route home and she was suddenly hungry for some Mexican cuisine, so she pulled into the parking lot and stepped out. She straightened her shirt and smoothed down her hair before she grabbed her purse and went inside.

Upbeat music blared overhead and the smell of spices and the sizzling sound of the grill was nearly enough for her to begin to salivate. Her eyes were glued to the menu ahead and she stepped forward.

The man behind the counter greeted her quickly and she ordered back just as fast - the number six looked amazing. She reach into her purse and fished for her wallet when suddenly there was a warm hand on her arm.

"Please," a happy voice came from beside her. "Allow me."

She glanced over and was once again met with a blinding grin from the man at the retirement home. He wagged his eyebrow at her once and then reach some money over the counter. He leaned against it, looking down at her with the same curiosity he had watched her with only a few days earlier.

"You're the teacher that performed at Casa Tranquila , no?"

The woman bit back a grin. "That's right. And you're the guy with the colorful shirts."

A chuckle tore out of his throat. "Si, si. I enjoy this particular pattern," he motioned to the floral design that decorated his chest. "I've got to admit, senorita, you've been on my mind for the last few days."

"Oh?" She grinned, looking down at the flowy white shirt and then down to her simple blue jeans. "The lack of color in my wardrobe keeping you up at night?"

"No, no, no," he smiled. "Your clothes suit you. It would be a crime for you to wear such a thing."

She raised a brow and joked, "so you've claimed all patterns then?"

"You misunderstand." He raised his hand and motioned to her face. "Why try to take the attention away from such a beautiful face?"

It was like a fire was lit beneath her - her cheeks burned, all the way to the tips of her ears, and she found herself tucking her hair back - something she hadn't done since middle school. She inwardly cursed her actions, but was able to mumble out a quick, "thank you."

"No, what I've been thinking about is your song," he told her.

She laughed and grabbed her order when the man behind the counter held it out to her. She gave him a quick thank you and turned back to the man still leaning against the counter. "The kids love it, too. It's a classic."

"Si," he agreed once again. "Forgive my manners, señorita, I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm Eduardo, but you can call me Lalo."

"Lalo," she repeated. "I've got to admit it's better than calling you shirt guy."

He chuckled again, his eyes never leaving her. "You're a peculiar woman."

"So I've been told," she admitted. She held her free hand out to him, offering a proper handshake. "I'm Y/N."

"Y/N," Lalo said, taking her hand in his own. His hand was large, warm and oddly smooth. Her name rolled off his tongue like honey and she had to fight the tingle that shot down her spine, sending heat straight to her belly. "And now I don't have to call you Profesora de canto."

"I guess not," she agreed. She glanced down to the food in her hand. "Thanks again for the food."

He shrugged. "Of course."

"Maybe sometime I can pay you back," she offered slyly.

Lalo grinned, this time brightest of all. "I'll hold you to it."

*Profesora de canto - singing teacher (again, this is according to Google Translate)

#lalo salamanca #lalo salamanca x reader #better call saul #better call saul x reader #lalo salamanca fic

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krokonoko · 4 years ago

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the heart wants what it wants. and as much as I love my angst, sometimes I need me some freaky shit like,,, Lacho AUs in which the cartel is not a factor and Lalo and Nacho are just. REGULAR ASS BOYFRIENDS.

LOTS of assorted headcanons under the cut!

shield thine eyes, there’s some heavy ass fluff incoming.

Lalo has his own little restaurant. No one knows how it stays afloat with the erratic way Lalo’s leading it, but it seems his family’s somehow just absolutely loaded, so he can afford it. Honestly sometimes it feels like he just uses it to fuck around with new recipes. Like there’s no real rhyme or reason to what he’s doing, but everyone loves his food, he’s really good with the patrons and if he parties the whole night through then it doesn’t matter cuz the next morning the kitchen still looks spick and span and Lalo’s awake and chipper, ready for the next day! How does he do it? No one knows, especially not his staff. But when someone asks, he just laughs it off and changes the subject and oh my god he’s so charming how could anyone resist him? -

Lalo’s still on the antisocial spectrum and manic af in this AU, so his approach to relationships and emotions is a bit different than your neurotypical one. He seems to have a penchant for breaking rules, can be manipulative at times, and certain things don’t affect him the way you’d expect. But most of the time you wouldn’t even know, cuz generally he’s a really affable guy who’s a lot of fun to be around. He’s genuinely trying not to step on anyone’s toes. That being said, you don’t like him then yeah, he don’t give two shits. -

Nacho used to be part of some gang, but got out in time. He now studies business or something like that. He’s super ambitious and keeps badgering his papá about investing into technical improvements that would make his shop more effective and streamlined. Manuel gets heart burn every time Nacho runs the numbers by him. He’s been running the shop for longer than Nacho is alive, he’s not gonna contract new debts after it took him so long to pay everything off...! And Nacho insists that’s how business WORKS, it’s all about investment and growth. Manuel says with a smile that when the shop is Nacho’s, he can stuff it with all the novelty apparatuses that he wants, but he’ll have to wait until Manuel is no more, and Nacho is like papá don’t be so overdramatic...!! And Manuel laughs and pats Nacho’s back because actually he’s really proud of his son and the fact that he’s so concerned with the shop and they’re HAPPY GODDAMMIT -

For some reason this AU doubles as a modern AU as well. Which means smartphones exist. Nacho spends. SO much time on Instagram. Photos of his car. Photos of Nacho leaning against his car. Gym selfies. All over the damn place. And Lalo doesn’t understand insta cuz he’s a tech averse king, but he still secretly checks out Nacho’s blog all the time cuz yummy! Sometimes he comments on Nacho’s posts with a bunch of. really weird emojis, half of which don’t mean what Lalo thinks they mean, and Nacho thinks it’s cringe af. -

They’ve been having this thing going on for about a year and they’re both suuuper casual about it, like, SO casual, especially Nacho, wow he is so incredibly low key about this, like he is not too all over this or anything, just the right amount of relaxed, laid back, so cool, yeah. -

Just that Lalo is actually incredibly flirty all the time and courts the hell out of Nacho, he’s almost a bit gentleman-like about it, almost a bit old-school, and Nacho thinks that’s kinda dope and the way Lalo treats him like he’s the sexiest thing on earth sometimes comes across as a little condescending but there’s something about it, too, that makes Nacho sometimes lie awake at night thinking about it, brushing his thumb over his lower lip and thinking about the way Lalo pulls him in for kisses. -

When Lalo picks Nacho up from the gym, Nacho smiles when he sees him. When Lalo cracks a crude joke about making people swallow condoms, Nacho chuckles. When Lalo makes him food, Nacho enjoys it. When they walk along the sidewalk in the evening, Nacho casually bumps into Lalo and Lalo puts an arm around Nacho. When Lalo is close, Nacho feels comfortable, and warm, and drawn to him. -

Nacho has had a couple of girl- and boyfriends, but he’s only ever introduced Manuel to his girlfriends. Manuel’s known that Nacho’s into boys ever since he came home early to teenage Nacho and Domingo sitting on the living room couch 6 ft apart with their shirts rumpled and their faces red as beet. But Nacho didn’t seem to want to talk about it, so Manuel respected that. He’s a bit concerned cuz he’s afraid Nacho feels like he can’t talk to him, but he wouldn’t wanna push him. -

So all of Lalo’s attempts to meet papá Varga have been met by Nacho with stone-walling and general avoidance. -

But Lalo’s a very family oriented person so he just decides to make it a surprise dinner! At first Manuel is a bit wary cuz alright, what’s going on, who is this guy? But then Lalo turns up the charm and he’s just one of these guys who are absolutely stellar at wooing older ppl. So he keeps charming circles around Manuel with food and jokes, and Manuel kinda starting to like this guy, and when Manuel wants to get himself some more beer- nonono you stay put Sr. Varga, I’m gonna take care of this for you - and then they get to the part of the evening where Manuel tells childhood stories about Nacho like how he cried when he lost his first tooth and Lalo is just ab-so-lute-ly ENTHRALLED by it all and before you know it he and Manuel are BFF. -

all the while Nacho just. SEETHES in his corner. -

Manuel leaves and Lalo and Nacho start cleaning up the kitchen, and they’re very quiet until Nacho just goes “are you going to tell me what the hell all that was about?” and Lalo’s like “???” and Nacho’s just. “That little sing-and-dance you just did there? Like. What’s your end-game here. If this was some kind of attempt to get to me through my, dad, to, idk, somehow get emotional leverage over me, istg...!” And Lalo’s gets honestly serious and looks and Nacho all earnest-like... “man... is it really that hard to believe that it’s important to me that your dad likes me...?” and then he goes “you know what, Ignacio, you seem upset. Why don’t you just go home and leave the kitchen to me, yeah?” and so Nacho does, and he’s really angry at Lalo, and he doesn’t really get what just happened there. -

a couple days later his dad calls him and Nacho is kinda concerned but Manuel doesn’t pick up on it, he’s just like “Mijo, I just. Wanted to say how important that was to me, to meet your boyfriend, he’s a really nice y-...nice man.” (Nacho notices the gap where the “young” should have been lmao) and actually Manuel is trying to be like “Mijo, I am supportive of you please notice that I am trying to tell you that I think this is super okay!” but Nacho is so busy being confused cuz he’s never referred to Lalo as his boyfriend in his head even though they’ve been at this for over a year. So Nacho’s kinda monosyllabic and like “so. he didn’t upset you or anything?” and Manuel’s like “noo, he was really friendly. You didn’t give him a hard time, did you, Ignacio...??” Manuel gets all stern and fatherly...!! “Let me tell you one thing. Not a single one of your girlfriends has ever been this polite or interested in me. This man, he’s being serious about you. Maybe it’s time to stop being cautious.” -

and that’s when it starts to dawn on Nacho that that’s. Honestly all there is to it. Lalo wasn’t trying to manipulate him or whatever. He honestly just noticed that Manuel is an important part of Nacho’s life, and wanted to connect with that. And that is- actually. really sweet of him, what the fuck?!? -

Nacho lays awake again that night and notices that there’s something going on in his chest, like something big and warm blooming there and oh my fucking god you can’t be SERIOUS this is RIDICULOUS he’s way too old for this shit, AND way too worldly-wise and all that! -

So Nacho drives by Lalo’s place the other day and asks him whether he wants to go for a drink and so they go to a bar and sit there in silence for a moment until Nacho goes “my dad asked about you” and Lalo chuckles and is like “yeah? at least someone who misses me!” and Nacho rolls his eyes but he’s kinda got it coming now. Anyway, so, Nacho starts explaining that his dad is the most important person in his life, and he is soft and sweet and precious and a national treasure that must be protected at all costs and if someone was to hurt him and all that jazz. And Lalo’s like, yeah, no, I get it. Family is everything. And your dad is a really cool guy. The problem is that for Nacho, it’s just been him and Manuel against the world for so long, he’s gotten kinda prickly about letting anyone else get close to his dad. But maybe this is good, and maybe, oh god he doesn’t really wanna think about it in that much detail, but like, Lalo gets it, and they leave the bar together and Lalo immediately gets out his phone and calls Manuel like “Sr. Varga, I’ve been wondering how you’ve been doing! What, Nachito? He’s doing fine. No, nooo, he’s not been mean at all. Couldn’t if he tried. Well, I hope you have a great evening. Yeah, talk to you soon!” and Lalo’s just absolutely obnoxious about this, winking at Nacho and everything and Nacho sighs and accepts his punishment. (Later Lalo’s gonna be like “of course you were right, I did have ulterior motives. I was just trying to butter you up for the dinner I have planned with my uncle Hector!” and Lalo keeps talking about how much he loves his tio and how he’s basically a father figure to him and such a great guy. But then they meet him and Lalo only introduces Nacho as “a friend”, and Hector is this grumpy old guy who hates absolutely everyone and everything, can’t go two sentences without being racist, sexist or homophobic. And Nacho’s like aaalright, guess I gotta deal with THIS now. But they don’t meet him that often so it’s alright.) -

OH but Manuel is still a BIT conservative about SOME things?? Like, he’s fine with Nacho having a boyfriend, but does he have to be so. you know. old...? Like. He’s not your sugar daddy, right Ignacio...? You’re not expecting him to keep you, right Ignacio...??? And Nacho is kinda pissy because UHM?? the implications?? He would never?? He’s nobody’s trophy boyfriend. He does like getting paraded around like one every now and then but he’s not. He buys his own damn stuff. But yeah sorry Nacho, that’s just how parents are sometimes lmao -

ANYWAY the point is, they. They care. Nacho cares Lalo. And seeks out his company on his own accord without any outside influences forcing him to. And Lalo cares Nacho. And they kinda start to accept that this is. a thing. And Nacho learns to accept that he can let himself feel save and comfortable around Lalo. And they’re just regular ass boyfriends. Who go on vacation together. Who have just fantastic sex without any coercion or backstabbing involved. Who fall asleep on the couch watching movies together. Who celebrate each other’s birthdays. All that freaky shit!!! 😭😭😭

#Lacho #Lalo Salamanca #Nacho Varga #Better Call Saul #BrBa BCS #regular ass boyfriends AU #fluffy Lacho hours!!

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jmdrd · 4 years ago

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Mexico: An Introduction

There are roughly eight thousand nine hundred and thirty-two kilometers between Mexico City and London. England has a population of fifty-five million and Mexico has one hundred and twenty-nine million. The former’s official language is English the latter’s Spanish. The list of differences between these two nations can go on and on and on, but that is not the point. There is one very interesting similarity between these two countries: music.

According to Spotify, the number one city in the world that listens to The Beatles is Mexico City. Guess who listens to The Rolling Stones the most? Mexico City. Radiohead? Mexico City. You can add Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, and The Cure to that list as well. All of these bands were born in England, and a single city filled with millions of people speaking Spanish (people that love music in a language that is hard for them to understand) is consuming their music daily.

I’ve been in London for a month now, and every-time I meet someone new I usually ask what their music taste is like. If the conversation goes well, I’ll get asked the same question back. I have not found anyone yet that knows the Mexican bands I have mentioned during those conversations. That is why I decided to take on the job of writing up a little introduction on some of the upcoming talents that sing songs in my language hoping that maybe one day it won’t matter to England if they can’t understand a few words.

Porter

Created in 2004 in Guadalajara, the band started to gain attention because of their European oriented sound. Their first single, “Espiral” showcased Juan Son’s high pitched vocals and the experimental elements that later became a trademark inside their work. The mixture of modern and classic instruments made them stand out from other independent bands in Mexico. One of the most interesting ones was the use of four-string quartets and synthesizers in the same songs.

Today, the ensemble is formed by David Velasco on vocals, Fernando de la Huerta on guitar, Victor Valverde on guitar and piano, and Diego Rangel on bass, synthesizer and electronic programming. Throughout the fifteen years that the band has excited there has been two replacements. A very important change happened in 2013 when the band issued a press release announcing that Juan Son would no longer be a part of the band. In 2017 another release came announcing the departure of drummer Juan Pablo Vázquez leaving the band with the four members mentioned above.

Porter has released four albums during their career: Donde los Ponys Pastan (2004), Atemahawke (2007), Moctezuma (2015), and Las Batallas (2019). There was a six year hiatus between their second and third album because of creative conflicts between Juan Son and the band. In Moctezuma fans were able to reconnect with the long lost band and listen to the new lead vocalist David Velasco. This album is recognized for being one that pays homage to ancient Mexican culture. The lyrics mix mayan myths with present realities. There is a very interesting mixture of electronic sounds and traditional instruments that were used in rituals by different ancient civilizations.

Last year the band announced the release of a new album with the single “Bandera”. Las Batallas arrived in two parts (two EPs): Las Batallas del Tiempo (2018) and Las Batallas del Agua (2019). The new record has a heavier synth focus mixed with various layers of guitar riffs and different voice effects. The lyrics focus on more personal events that the members have lived together and separately. Stories of love, loss, friendship, and revolution are the basis of this album. Various music videos have also been released for the songs inside Las Batallas giving the album a complementary visual element that hadn’t really been exploited by the band.

Key Tunes:

“Espiral” - Donde los Ponys Pastan

“Host of a Ghost” - Atemahawke

“Palapa” - Moctezuma

“Huitzil” - Moctezuma

“Himno Eterno” - Las Batallas

“Cuando Lloro” - Las Batallas

Little Jesus

Early in 2010, Santiago Casillas was living in Boston studying his university career. During that time he felt the need to start a band so he started playing music with two Columbian musicians he met in school. After graduating in 2012, he moved back to Mexico City where he contacted his childhood friends asking them if they wanted to play some music. Casillas was successful and his new band was formed by Truco Sánchez (drums), Fernando Bueno (guitar), Arturo Vázquez-Vela (keys), and Carlos Medina (bass).

Casillas taught the members songs he had written during his time in Boston. Soon they were playing in different parties around the city. A friend of them, Lalo Rojas, soon became their manager and played the three songs they had recorded on his online radio show. They were distinguished for being energetic, positive, and always playing for the fun of it and not the fame.

Their first album, Norte (2013), took six months to record inside a home studio and was released independently on Christmas. The record was received with great critical acclaim and soon the band was playing various shows throughout the country and internationally. A show in SXSW opened the doors for more shows in the US, and also in Asia and Europe. Norte was re-released in Japan as a deluxe edition (with four extra tracks and two Japanese renditions).

After touring, the band decided to worry about their quality instead of trying to release content constantly. Their sound is an interesting mixture of hooky indie pop and 90s rock en español. They constantly use high pitched guitar riffs and fast paced drum patterns reminiscent to tropical music. Vocally the band utilices a Beatle-like harmony for the choruses, the whole band takes part in it as well.

In 2017 they released their second album, Río Salvaje, branded as a collection of ten A-side singles. Their lyrics continued to be day-to-day tales of life as a human being that are always accompanied by melodies that make the listeners want to dance. Their latest album, Disco de Oro, arrived in 2019. The album has taken them to various festivals in the US and Mexico, and it has had a big radio exposure thanks to singles “Fuera de Lugar” featuring Girl Ultra and “Los Años Maravillosos”.

Key Tunes:

“Azul” - Norte

“Cruel” - Norte

“La Magia” - Río Salvaje

“Nuevo México” - Río Salvaje

“Fuera de Lugar” - Disco de Oro

“Volver al Futuro” - Disco de Oro

Siddhartha

Jorge Siddhartha Gonzalez known in the music industry as Siddhartha started his career early as a kid in Guadalajara. His parents introduced him to music at a young age by giving him various instruments as gifts. He decided to focus on drums and that is how he got his first exposure to the professional world. He was the drum technician for Azul Violeta, and he later played drums with the band after their drummer suffered an accident that did not allow him to play for a while.

A friend of him introduced him to Zoé’s bassist because the band was looking for a drummer. He immediately flew to Mexico City to play in some rehearsals with the band. He got the job and went on tour with them to promote their EP The Room in 2005. He stayed with them until the release of their third album, Memo Rex Commander y el Corazón Atómico de la Vía Láctea, in 2006 to focus on writing, composing and producing his first record: Why You? (2008). The album was well received and it showcased a folk/country sound with a heavy use of acoustic guitars and soft percussion. The album also has a little bit of indie pop with modern effects utilized in guitar solos and various riffs throughout the album.

Thanks to that project his solo career kicked off. So far he has four studio albums and one live album that includes songs from all his repertoire played in various shows while touring with his fourth album Únicos (2016). This year will see the release of his fifth record: Memoria Futuro. Siddhartha decided to divide this album into two volumes, each one with five songs. The first volume arrived on May and the second will in the next few months. The singer-songwriter has described this as his best work yet, and as one that is very personal. Each song represents a chapter in his life. Every chapter is accompanied by a music video that helps shape Siddhartha’s tale.

Key Tunes:

“Colecciono Planetas�� - Why You?

“Náufrago” - Náufrago

“Al Aire” - El Vuelo del Pez

“El Deshielo” - El Vuelo del Pez

“Ser Parte” - Únicos

“Únicos” - Únicos

There you have it! Eighteen songs to get you started on what is going on musically in Mexico. Of course these three are not the only artists creating interesting stuff, but I wanted to start off with a little bit. Listen to the songs, take them in, try and figure out what they mean, or just listen to the melodies. Happy music-ing!

#music #indie #rock #journalism #mexico

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lotustories · 5 years ago

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Despicable

Pairing: Reader x Kim Taehyung x Kim Seokjin

Type: angst, smut

Warnings: mentions of crime, sexual activity, alcohol use, and vulgar language

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Chapter 3

In the month you had been living with taehyung, he was very open to involving you in all projects and his life. The first night he involved you was when he told you about the others, showing you photos and giving information like he had known you forever. “Why are you telling me everything?” You asked and he had stared at you quietly for a moment before leaning foraward in his chair. “There’s something about you,” he studied your face. “I trust you.” He pulled away before leaving you alone in the room. He also spoils you, which you constantly refuse but he doesn’t like. He insists on it. This weekend was seokjins wedding, a wedding taehyung had to attend. A wedding he said you had to go to as well, which is why he wanted you to go shopping. “Yn, please take Lalo and go shopping.” He pleaded, you shook your head stubbornly. “I don’t want your money, nor do I want to attend my exes wedding.” You scoffed, walking away from him and he grew frustrated. Taehyung grabbed you turning you around to face him. The first time he actually touched you this aggressively, but it was gentle. His touch making your breath hitch as he held you closely. “Think of it this way,” he tsked, “Seokjin has no idea what happened to you since Nyla threw you out. He smirked. “Imagine how petty it would be to have you show up as my date.” Your eyebrows raised at him comment. “Date?” Your attempt at hiding your smile failing as he pulled away. “Lalo, make sure she gets the best of the best.” He hands Lalo his black card and motioned you away. “Come, yn.” Lalo’s small smile as he walked past you.

Everywhere you went, people eyed you, there was rumors of taehyung having a new fling, but he never let photos of you get out. He never let you be exposed. The only people who knew of you were the youngest of the crew. Jimin, who finally warmed up to you. Jungkook, who liked you from the start. “I’m just saying, she seems soft.” Jimin spoke of you as if you weren’t standing right there. “I’m not.” You spoke, hearing you speak caused the other girls to gasp. It was a rule. “Did I say you could speak?” He raised his eyebrow, amused with you. “I don’t belong to you.” You answered back and he stood up. Taehyung watching carefully as the other girls looked afraid for you. “Disobedient little thing.” He gawked at you, his face inches from yours. “you’re not scared of me?” He pulled away, his eyes roaming your body as he licked his lips. “Taehyung?” He called out, his eyes not leaving yours. “No.” Taehyung answered sternly and Jimin frowned. “Fine.” Jimin's face turning into a smile as he walked back to his seat. Since then he had treated you like the other men. Spoke to you, respected you. He was always teaching you how to defend yourself. The first lesson you had taehyung watched. “You have to be prepared.” Jimin stood in front of you, his bare chest glistening in sweat as he pounced around on his toes. His shorts swaying side to side like the boxers you see in the movies. “I know how to fight.” You watched his moves, catching his point of attack before he could harm you. so When he charged, you moved to the left. His eyes widening slightly as he shook his head out of amusement. “How good is your hook?” He waved his hands at you to come towards him. “Hit me.” He demanded your eyes going to taehyung only for him nodded in return. “No mercy,” Jimin added and so You swung, your arm and it connected with his face. The loud “whew” falling from his lips. He seemed to like the pain, he brought his head back up, a smirk plastered on his face. “Damn.” He looked to taehyung and then back to you. “You’ve got a lot of fire in you, why do you hold back?” He wiped his mouth and stepped toward you. “Hm?” He pressed, waiting for your answer. “If she ever messed with you,” Jimin whispered. “Fight back.” He glared, his eyes staring deep into yours. “Do not let them think you are weak.” He snarled. His advice coming from heart, a personal experience. “Understand?” He waited for your answer and you nodded. “I do.” The short amount of time the men you grew to know making you feel stronger than ever.

“Yn?” The owner of the dress shop questioned as she saw you enter. You gave a nod and she smiled brightly at you. “Sir Taehyung asked us to make a dress for you, it’s ready, but it’s needs to be fixed to your body.” She pointed to the stand in front of the mirror wanting you to stand on it. “Oh?” You turned to Lalo. “I thought I was just to find a dress.” She laughed softly. “He had this dress planned. A design of his own.” You looked down at her as she pulled out the measuring tape. “His design?” You questioned and she nodded, her eyes focused on your legs. “He often only designs his own clothes, this is a first for a woman.” She stood up to meet your eyes. “You must be really special.” The dress she brought out was beautiful. It showed nearly every inch of your body, but covered enough to be appropriate. “Wow.” Lalo spoke out loud. He shook his head in realization as he looked away. “The heels,” she handed you these pumps with heels that looked like stems of roses. The black heels making you feel powerful. “An outfit for a goddess.” She hands you the note that says exactly that. “From Sir Taehyung.” You couldn’t help but smile at his note. “Thank you for your help.” You handed her the clothes so she could package it. Thanking her as you signed the bill. Lalo was promoted to taehyung’s right hand man when you praised him for being kind to you on your first night of meeting. The other, you had no idea what happened to him. You assumed fired or demoted. “You seem happier,” Lalo walked next to you like a shield. His eyes focusing on the streets. “Since we first met.” He added. “I think I am?” And it was the truth. You felt happier. You felt free. When being with Seokjin your life resulting in staying home and waiting for him to return. Short conversations and staying in the dark of his life. The return home felt short, and when you arrived home you noticed an extra car in the driveway. One you were unfamiliar with so lalo snuck you in the back. “Keep quiet.” When you got inside and up the staircase you recognized the voice coming from taehyung’s office. “All I’m asking is to find her, it’s been a over month.” Your heart immediately stopping. “Jin, have you checked jk and Jimin’s cities?” Taehyung sighed as he tried pushing Seokjin out the front door. Lalo letting you watch but holding you at a distance so you were not seen. “I did and they don’t even know who I’m talking about.” He whined, seeing him angered you. You wanted nothing more than to go down there and yell at him, but you knew you couldn’t. “And you expect me to?” Taehyung laughed, catching glimpse of you upstairs as lalo pulled you out of sight. He took you to your room and all noise from downstairs was instantly muted. “Sorry, But can’t let you be seen.” He explained and ten minutes later, taehyung entered the room. “How was shopping?” He questioned but you were not in the mood to talk about that. “What did he want?” You changed the conversation and he groaned slightly. His eyes narrowing at you. “He wanted me to find you.” He answered and you furrowed your eyebrows. “Why?” You started. “And How is you saying you don’t know me gonna play out when you drag me to his wedding,” you snarled and taehyung took a deep breath. “Firstly, calm down angel.” He whispered. “Second, He was just curious as to where you went. Truthfully, as far as he knows,” he paused. Swallowing before he answered. “He thinks you’re dead.” Your heart squeezed. Seokjin thought you were dead and was still going through with the wedding. Taehyung sat on your bed and patted it so you would sit with him. “Lastly, he won’t act up on his wedding day. Not when he’ll have all crews and especially namjoons family there.” Taehyung pushed away a strand of your hair. “Sleep,” his hand still holding your hair away from your face. “Tomorrow there will be a meeting here with Jimin and jungkook.” He stood up and walked towards the door. “You are to attend.” He turned before existing. A small smile on his face. “Goodnight yn,”

The next morning you sat in the conference room with the three men. Each of them coming with ideas to merge their cities without causing chaos. “Why is this so hard, are you doing it secretly?” You questioned and jungkook nodded. “We don’t want the others knowing. They will think we are conspiring against them” Jimin answered. “and the result of that would be?” You asked, your eyes on taehyung. “War.” He answered and you only shrugged. “So fight for what’s yours.” Jimin snickering at your comment. “It’s not that easy,” jungkook spoke. “Right now Nyla and seokjin stand in our way to connect cities.” He showed you the map. “So take it.” You snarled and Jimin laughed loudly. “You know I was starting to wonder why taehyung wanted you so badly.” He smiled as he circled a place on the map. “In order to do that, we need to make them weak.” Taehyung has a finger on his mouth as of thinking of what to say. “This will have to wait, we will know more after the wedding.” He stood and an idea popped into your head. “What if I agreed to be his plaything?” Taehyung’s head snapped to you faster than he ever reacted to anything. “And what the fuck for?” Truthfully this was probably the first time he was angry or vulgar with you. “Ah,” You stuttered. “It was a suggestion, I thought maybe we could have an inside person.” He shook his head. “No.” Taehyung left the room in a storm, you quickly following after him. “Hey,” You chased him, your hand grabbing his as you stopped him. “It was just a suggestion, I don’t understand why you’re so upset?” He inhaled and turned to you. “This is a dangerous life, yn.” He stared down at you. Daggers in his eyes. “Just because I keep you in the loop, doesn’t mean I want you participating.” He added and you felt offended. “Why do you treat me like a child.” You grew furious. “you have lalo follow me everywhere. You involve me in your work, but won’t let me do anything. Jimin wanted me to go with him to a trade and you refused. If this is my life now, let me have control of it stop treating me like I am your property.” Taehyung didn’t seem to be listening. “No.” He turned away from you. “Why the fuck not-“ he turned around, his face only a few inches from yours. “Because I care about you.” He said it aggressively. As if saying it was hard for him, or like he was holding it in for so long. Your body instantly relaxed and he sighed. His eyes closing as he inhaled. “I care about you too.” You whispered and he gave a soft half smile. “but I’m not as fragile as you think.” You looked into his eyes. They softened at your words. “I’m starting to realize that.” His hand reaching up caress your face. Maybe if you had another second, he would kissed you, but jungkook interrupted. “i have a problem in my city, you coming?” Jungkook looked furious. “Jimin wants yn there.” He added, and taehyung looked down at you. “You wanted to see,” he started. “I guess this is your chance.” He finished, pulling away from you. “Come on, let’s see how ruthless this life can be.” Jimin smirked as he walked past the both of you.

Authors note: because I was asked about this, I feel like explaining if anyone else has questions. This story involves Seokjin, but he is a very limited. It’s told in the point of view of the reader, which most of their stories of him will be memories and few actual interactions. Which is also why this started so fast, instead of a few chapters with Seokjin and yn. A little further in the story he will be more active. Also sorry for typos I always double check but sometimes I miss them until I read the published version ╥﹏╥

#bts au #jung hoseok #jung jungkook #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #kim taehyung #min yoongi #park jimin #bts #kim taehyung au #taehyung au #kim seokjin au

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richeeduvie · 26 days ago

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I have this fascination with Lalos jealousy during one of eladios party’s like Eladio’s being all touchy with princesa

then he just pulls her away making up and excuse but really he just takes princesa in the restroom and eats her out whilst fingerfucking her and lowkey shaming her😁

NSFW but no because it’s Eladio just touching up on her, being so friendly - Raquel’s glad Zulema’s not here. Lalo’s staring into the pool. Absolutely soulless. Nacho’s never been a gamer, but he wishes he had something to play with in his hands. For the first time, he’s not content sitting tensely.

“Princesa, try this - I know how you don’t like the…manly type of drink. This? This will taste like juice.”

Absolutely not.

Princesa catches Lalo’s stare when he head finally moves away from the water. She knows to make an excuse.

“I’ll use the bathroom before I do any drinking.”

Eladio pats her back.

“You do that.”

Princesa walks off. Lalo follows after a reasonable amount of time - into the light of the hall, with the way the sun makes the walls and shadows almost a pale, pale blue.

The guard outside the bathroom knows to let him in.

Lalo catches Princesa fixing her hair, evening her breathing.

“I don’t like when he-“

He grabs her by the jaw, a kiss smashes into her. It’s not just hungry, it’s angry, but it’s Lalo - Princess will take Lalo anyway he gives himself to her. It’s a long push to the tiled floor, but even in the anger, he makes sure to put his hand under her head before they reach the ground.

“Lalo!”

“You need some release after what my boss was making you feel, huh?”

“…Hu-“

Princesa moans out at Lalo’s tongue on her clit. It’s too much all too quickly, how he pulls up her dress, gropes at her breasts, rips her underwear before he’s tonguing her.

“Little whore feels bad for herself? How terrible, Princesa - getting touches from another guy. My guy. Look at you, how are you getting wet so quickly?”

“You!”

He’s already lapping at her pussy, eating her out. His bottom lip just presses at her hole over and over while his tongue swirls. Princesa leaks. Too much too quickly.

Lalo only goes harder, eats more when her hands run through his hair. A true whore, his girl is. Even with all the shaming, she chases after her own pleasure. She’s lucky her hands are fire on his head.

“Ah!”

It’s when he fingers stretch her slightly. He does not come to a fucking, he already fucks her hard. The soft squelching sound out in an impossible rhythm.

“Princesa loves man hands up on her, no?”

Princesa only yours. Lalo only slows slightly in movement and thought when what she’s moaning might be the word “yours.”

Lalo kisses her clit.

“How did I find such a slut?”

#inbox #hc's #drabble #madman!au #lalo salamanca x reader #directing the anger at the wrong person dumbass

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nemdark871 · 6 years ago

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deaths

blue death is the second most emotional / sentimental death, is depressed by the breakdown of an old romance he had with the dark death, he is responsible for the suicides and deaths that have to do with water, his passion is music, he loves to sing and play the violin, in spite of appearing shy and delicate he really is very brave and proud, he still feels reddish feelings towards the dark death, it is to cry when he reads the old romantic poems that he sent the dark death Camilo is the child and gatherer of souls of the blue death, just as his death has a depressed look and a soft voice, he wears clothes that are somewhat olfactory, in spite of his attraction to the child of the dark death he is afraid of being a "yandere" "with the mentioned the black death is the right hand of "death" [the original death and that we all know] has a calm and cold personality in what is his work, had a relationship with the blue death, the deaths knew that he had blue jealousy, he enjoyed collecting spirits, poetry and classical music, he used the theremin on occasions, with the only one that showed his feelings was with blue and with his child gatherer he shows cold and serious with the people he takes along with some deaths Yan is the child harvester of souls of the dark death, he has the same eyes as his death, his personality is playful but he is totally a yandere with the child of the blue death [camilo], he has red and obsessive feelings towards the aforementioned death of cloth, it is a feminine death, she is known for being a sociopath with living beings and with some deaths, apart from not expressing her emotions or feelings much, she is a person of many words doll and aku, doll is the child who gathers the death of cloth and aku is half of his soul, aku is the one who most expresses and is capable of speaking, doll has almost the same personality of his death, feels a little hatred towards his creator, does not feel red attraction for now Brown death, a totally fetish and vulgar death, is known to have had many sexual and romantic relationships with almost all deaths and even human but all were like friends, does not take encerio his work lalo is the child of brown death, he feels attracted to many boys and girls, he is sadistic and loves to hang his victims, he is almost the opposite towards his death in the subject of work, he is addicted towards self-love

#deaths #digital art #fantasy #fantasy_characters #original character #oc

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erstwhile25 · 8 years ago

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Skin of the Teeth Part 2: Whereupon there is Treachery.

The longboats sliced through the waters of the bay, their paddles dipped into the water in practiced synchronization, creating a strange metronome with the slap of the waves against their hulls. Kail found it oddly soothing, a strange bit of order leading into what would no doubt eventually be chaos. He pushed the thought aside though and focused on his own task, he tuned out distractions, and took the world in.

It was a moonless night, and while the stars were out, their light was simply swallowed by the dark frigid waters of the bay. Kail had forbid lanterns out on the water, they were in a city state policed by military airships and any light on the ground in this pitch black was a beacon for miles from the air. Still the bay had its reefs and sand bars, and those were just the things that didn’t come looking for trouble, so the away crew needed some sort of guide through the dark waters.

Kail tried not to be too smug about it as he gave hand signals that the other boats behind his followed into safety. There was something deliciously savory about being able to see in the dark where others were blind. True, his eyepatch with it’s hidden aetheric lenses did all the work, but small details like that never stopped him from taking the credit before.

Eventually the shore came into his view, the lenses in his eyepatch layered Norah and the pack of resistance waiting behind her in a soft silver corona. He couldn’t see her face from here, but he knew from the set of her feet and square of her shoulders that she was just as nervous as he. He knocked on the boats hull, a signal for them to pick up the pace, and then motioned to the trailing boats to pull up alongside his.

Noyra and Syf had come along at his request, each at the head of their own longboat. Noyra the Roegadyn was hunched over in an attempt to make herself smaller, it would have been funnier Kail supposed, had it been anyone else. He was familiar with people who were uncomfortable in their bodies, who did everything they could to shape or mold the container they had been cursed with until their dying days, in some small attempt to fit it to its interior. Noyra at one point had been at such war with her own body.

She had been big as a child, taller than the rest of them to be sure, but when her adult growth hit her, words like “tall” and “big” simply stopped applying her. Even among the Roe she was considered huge, freakishly so, and as far as the gentle girl was concerned, it didn’t fit her in the slightest. She had done everything in her power to resist her growth, from potions to acupuncture, but it was like fighting the tide. The low had come when Kail and the others had found her trying to take a hammer to her feet. Currently she was at something of an armistice with her size, and the others were sure that being out on the sea helped. This was evidenced when she offered Kail a slight wave and a smile that showed very white teeth from her boat. Then she went back to taking delicate bites of an apple that looked like a peach pit between her large digits.

Syf was another story. It had never been a question of Syf being comfortable with herself, but of the world being comfortable with Syf. Hers was a form of deceptive slenderness with the truth etched under her tatters and leathers in the same network of scars that all the survivors of the Howling Sin shared. Syf however sported a wound from that fated night that set her apart from the others, and it wasn’t her missing eyes. The Midlander was putting a razor edge on the long blade of her wickedly hooked fishing spear, the charms and shells in her grey dreadlocks gave dry whispers and rattles with each stroke. The strokes kept in time with the paddle dips into the water, and Kail could see her lips moving, over the sound of the rowing came her faint singing. It was a popular shanty back on the docks called “Johnny and Mercy” and Syf’s sweet soprano was doing it a particular justice, at least until you listened to the lyrics. In the original version of the song Mercy, a sweet and unassuming woman, was on the docks looking for her sweet sailor Johnny. All the while she is being led on a merry chase by sailors who knew what men do when they came to port. In Syf’s version, Mercy guts Johnny by the third verse and spends the next four making him beg for mercy…pun intended.

Kail had been attempting for some time to ask Isral just what he had said or done to retrieve the woman from her haunt of the coast near Sharlayan, where apparently she had made life hell for any slaver that stopped in the area long enough to clear their throats. Isral’s obfuscation of self was unfortunately second only to his ability to deflect questions, and whenever Kail broached the subject, he found himself instead talking of something else. Kail couldn’t argue with results though, not but a few weeks after Isral set out, he came back with Syf eager for action. Kail just hoped that eagerness would work for them instead of against them.

He was rocked gently from this line of thought as the boats nudged their way onto shore and the crew, began stowing the oars. Norah was already walking forward, with the Resistance fighters and refugees waiting warily by the wagons. Her normally serene and polite demeanor was warped slightly by a fierce furrow of the brow, and a set to her jaw that Kail knew all too well, she had been recently arguing with someone. So much for the picturesque twirling embrace of a reunion.

They met one another halfway, and in lieu of a passionate pressing of their bodies against one another, forced themselves to be satisfied with a clasping of the hands and a meeting of the eyes. Words would come, but for the few moments they would be alone, they allowed themselves the simple and sublime relief that came with knowing the other was still whole. Kail found comfort he didn’t know he had, and the ill rest of the night seemed to simply wash away in the face of it. He saw the same reaction in Norah’s face and she on his, the simultaneous recognition caused a small, almost embarrassed smile to tug at their lips.

Unfortunately they were unable to wear it for long, for time was marching on. With the care of picking a lock, Kail broke the silence. “Yer brother?” “Alive.” She said, some of her previous relief leaking into her voice. “It was close, too close some might say, we…” she cast a glance back towards some of the wagons “we had to come to blows with the local constabulary to stop the execution. There were casualties, and we have wounded, he’s among them.” Kail gave a grim nod, some of the Resistance had entertained the notion that this might have been done without shedding blood, he’d had his reservations. "Lalo can take a look at them, he’s as good as any chirurgeon back in Ishgard, better than iffin ye ask him.“ She kept her eyes on the wagons a moment longer before nodding herself "Kail, there’s something el..” “You’re late!” Interrupted a gruff voice behind her. A handful of the Resistance had broken off from the others, at their head was a muscled specimen of the Highland persuasion. Kail remembered him from the planning sessions for this mission. His name was Baroth, and he’d struck Kail as someone who had been an angry individual before the world had seasoned him with a lifetime of humiliation and sedition. Time had not improved his sense of humor. Originally Baroth had been second in command of this resistance cell, and had been kept in check by an older man named Taltov, who had been level-headed, patient, and smart. The sort of revolutionary leader that died early and often. True to form Taltov was no where to be seen, and Kail took that by the way Baroth stalked forward, his field promotion hadn’t been a pleasant affair. “Took you a damned era to get those boats loaded and out here, we’ve got woun…” “He’s aware of our situation Baroth, and he’s here.” Norah did the interrupting this time, biting off the last word with a clipped intensity that matched the heated glare she threw Baroth’s way. Kail couldn’t help waggling his eyebrows over her shoulder at the newly minted Resistance leader, which earned him a black look from the man. As tempted as he was to smart off, Kail reminded himself that this man, along with every refugee there, was coming to the end of a very long day. So he bit back his bile and got to business. “Unclench those teeth lad, get the wounded t'the boats and we’ll start ferryin them over t'the Rook. The less time we spend out on the shore the better.” Baroth shook his head curtly and patted the hanging sword on his belt. "My self and the few that can still lift blades will be going over first.“ Kail blinked, and for a moment thought he hadn’t heard the man right, or had lost his grasp on the common tongue. Norah gave voice to his thoughts. "You just said it yourself Borath, we’ve those who need a doctor’s care soon, they should be the first on the Rook!” “This isn’t the first time the Resistance has dealt with pirates like your paramour Lady Shin.” He narrowed his eyes at Kail, and for a moment Kail felt fancy, it wasn’t every day someone called him a paramour. “They’re all smiles and simplicity when the deal is being struck, but once they have your back to the wall, they find a knife to twist into your gut. If I send our wounded first they’ll ransom them for coin, I’m merely ensuring ours have appropriate protection when they arrive.” Kail felt a headache coming on, and had to resist the urge to grind his teeth. "A wee bit paranoid ent ye? I mean what wealth am I goin t'squeeze from a bunch of ragged refugees?“ "I see no other reason why you would bring a giant and an assassin!” Baroth nearly snarled and pointed at Noyra and Syf in turn, the two had heard the commotion and come to stand by Kail’s side. “I am being pointed at..” stated Syf with a grin and with a rattling cock of her blindfolded head she mused to Noyra “Cleary…they are not fond of that finger.” The mute Noyra gave a slow ponderous look from Syf to Borath, before popping the core of her apple in her mouth and chewing just as slow. Some sort of silent agreement had passed between the pair of women, and though the sand was loose beneath their feet, they suddenly projected the same immobility one would expect from a castle wall. As much as he would have liked to have seen them show Baroth exactly why they had been brought along, Kail was fairly sure there were better uses of their time. He held up a hand to the pair of them, and looked back to study Baroth. This was odd even for present company. Baroth wasn’t panicking as most do when they’re on the lam from authorities, no this was calculated and hostile, something was wrong and he was trying to keep them off balance before they figured it out. Kail looked over the Highlander’s shoulder and took a quick head count of the Resistance members and refugees behind him. Realization dawned on him with all the subtlety of a hammer blow.

He stepped into Baroth’s personal space, and he had to give the Highlander credit for limiting his reaction to simply reaching to his sword once more and widening his eyes. Kail raised both hands, showing them empty, and displaying (he hoped) the peacefulness of his intentions. Lowering his voice, Kail spoke that so only Norah and Baroth could hear. “Have you told them yet?” The pair of them followed his glance towards the refugees, Norah didn’t need look back to Kail, he could tell by the slump of her shoulders that she knew what he was talking about. Baroth was under the impression however that he had some future in the acting circuit, and attempted to feign ignorance. "Told them what?“ Kail let out a small hiss of breath, and reminded himself that while letting Noyra bounce Baroth off a nearby rock was certainly a satisfying option, it wasn’t a helpful one. "When I signed on t'this job, I was very clear with Taltov, I could take ten men, women, or children from these shores, and that was it. I count more than twenty-five back there.”

“That…” said Norah, casting a glare at Baroth “Is what I’ve been trying to tell you. When we sprang the others…” She stared hard back at the refugees, and in that moment there was a subtle change in her posture that Kail wouldn’t have caught if he hadn’t been looking right at her. It was more guarded, tense, as though something from within was threatening to spill forth if she did not keep both hands upon it. "They were in cage next to the gallows, it wasn’t but a stone’s throw from the scaffolding. They were made to watch as their friends were just hung knowing they were next, and those…those Garlean bastards were joking about the convenience of it all.“ She turned back to Kail, the momentary unsteadiness banished behind anger and outrage. "We…I was unable to leave them there.” Kail didn’t need any intimate knowledge of the woman to know she was speaking the simple truth. She had been physically incapable of leaving them behind. They would have had to drag her away before she had allowed any such thing to happen, and that’s a hard feat to accomplish with a woman who could melt steel and shatter rock.

“Well what does it matter?” Baroth finally grumbled. “So your ship rides a little lower in the water and isn’t as comfortable, you can fit them all in there, look at it.” He motioned to the Rook as if a cursory glance summed up the craft’s capabilities, and only a complete moron couldn’t see it. “It matters.” Shot back Kail, the level nature of his voice tilting towards an anger he rarely let out. He didn’t care if they were refugee, resistance, or long lost family. No one told him what to do with his ship. "Tisn’t jest about keepin her above the waves ye feckin fool, iffin she doesn’t ride high in the water she’s much slower. That’s longer in hostile waters with little to no hope of outrunning the airship they WILL send after us. Never mind the fact we ent got enough food an fresh water fer that many. Ye ever seen what happens on a ship with no food?“

Baroth blanched for a moment, and in that moment it was obvious he hadn’t thought on that. Kail bit back on his temper a bit, Baroth looked lost as he stood staring at the Ashen Rook as though it was a poisoned oasis in the desert. He was caught between a rock and a hard place while running with a stick of dynamite. He had probably woke today thinking something would be different because he was trying to make a difference, only to find out the depths to which the world was truly indifferent. To say anything now would only drive the nail in the further. Kail might have been a cad, but he tried his best not to be cruel. Norah laid a hand gently on Borath’s shoulder in comfort, before looking to Kail searchingly. "There must be something we can do, we can’t just abandon them here.” Frowning Kail scratched at his thickening stubble and closed his eyes while he considered the whole. To leave them on the shore would be as good as slitting their throats, the Garleans needed examples to make of escapees, and someone had to have seen the direction the wagons took off in. “The resistance’s inside men took care of any local airships aye?”

Norah nodded “For a time at least, last we heard from them they would be able to cripple any docked ships for at least a day. If they coordinated with us correctly, the ships have been down only for a few hours.” “That’s plenty of time fer a small boat t'get somewhere.” Kneeling ,Kail quickly sketched out the curving shoreline in the surrounding area, dotting an area in the sea several times. “South east of here there’s a scattering of islands, ent big enough to colonize, but they’ve got enough brush on em t'hide from any air patrols. We’ll load the wounded onto the Ashen Rook, and after they’re squared away we’ll leave the longboats and whatever supplies we can spare t'whoever’s left. The boats can all be converted over to sail crafts, and iffin ye work fast ye can catch the dawn breezes coming off the mountains, should give ye a solid push towards these islands.” Baroth’s frown had returned, and deepened as Kail pressed on with the idea. “Ye lot stash yerselves there, twon’t be comfortable, but those islands have game and fresh water enough to keep ye lot the better side of thin. Ye might even get lucky and find a smuggler’s stash, some of the lads use the islands fer emergency supplies. We take the Rook back, n’once we’ve dropped the wounded off in Gridania, we’ll turn around and come back fer ye.”

“Just that I have this in hand…” Baroth rumbled as he stared daggers at Kail. “We’re going to set off in vessels not meant for the open seas, to a set of islands for which we have only your word on their existence. Once we arrive we will have to hope you return before thirst or starvation or the Garleans claim us. Have I mentioned I don’t trust you?”

“Iffin ye think ye can get a better deal out of the Garleans, yer welcome t’wait here n’hash it out with em.” Kail conjured one of his best wolfish smiles. It was a smile that said he knew what sort of man Baroth was, that he wasn’t the first, and he wouldn’t be the last that Kail had dealt with. Somehow both Syf and Noyra had picked up on the threat, and there was a tightening of fingers around a spear, and a slow hollow popping of knuckles the size of plums. Baroth swallowed once, then looked to Norah to see if he could find support. She gave him a slight shake of her head. “It’s not ideal…but it’s a better plan than we had. I’ll…I’ll go with you, once we have the wounded aboard the Rook. We’ll all come out of this Baroth, you have my word.”

Kail felt a twinge in his gut as Norah volunteered herself, he was tempted to argue that detail right then and there, but it seemed to be the push to reason that Baroth needed. The highlander gave a gentle nod of his head, and then headed back towards the refugees with his men in tow.

“Well..” said Norah with a small sigh of relief.”That could have gone worse I suppose.”

“We need t’keep an eye on him Norah…” Kail muttered under his breath as he watched the man hoof it back up the sand dunes.

“Whatever for? He’s agreed to it hasn’t he?”

“There was a reason he wanted his boys armed and aboard the Rook first…and it weren’t fer protectin the wounded, that was jest his excuse.”

It didn’t take her long to put it together, a moment of tapping her lips then she blinked and spoke Kail’s thoughts aloud. “He was going to try and take the ship…while half her crew was ferrying wounded.” She skipped shock, and simply let cold anger blaze over her features. “The simple cheek of the bastard and after all our trouble..we aught to..”

The internal struggle on her features was plain. She had family on the line and Baroth wasn’t just gambling with their lives, he was moving to sacrifice friends and loved ones, all in the name of a cause she carried just as close to her heart. Yet if she took vengeance now, the lives lost for this would be for nothing. She took a deep breath, and Kail saw a snap of electricity in her right hand, along with the heated smell of burning ozone. It was gone just as quickly as it came, her version of letting pressure off a valve. As she composed herself Norah’s face became both pleasant and serenely statuesque. In that moment Kail found himself both slightly unsettled, and uncomfortably aroused, he decided it best to keep that to himself.

“We’ll settle accounts later…for now, survival yes?” She wove her hand into Kail’s arm and patted it fondly.

“Survival sounds good, much better than the alternative.” He smirked, and led her back to the longboats.

#writing #Final Fantasy XIV #Kail Gerrad #Shinorah Nightsbane #balmung #roleplay #written word

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myeonkais 2020 fic wrap up & commentary

title: i get to love you (kaisoo) word count: 345 date posted: 01/13/2020 summary: Jongin smiles, wide and stupid and very much whipped for this man.

commentary: my first kaisoo day fic! grabe, nawala sa isip ko na 2020 ko isinulat ‘to lmao. sobrang tagal na pala??? anyway, this was one of my rare english drabbles na isinulat ko under 30 minutes. (writing in english isn’t really my ~thing—mas expressive akong magsulat pag taglish lmao kaya bihira ‘to). i’m really fond of writing kaisoo in domestic situations like this, dala na rin ng pangungulila kay kyungsoo (lol). actually, i’m not even sure if this was an au or a canon fic. gusto ko tuloy ng tinapay haha!

a line/part i loved:

“You baked bread? Why?”

“Because I wanted to,” Kyungsoo replies with a smile. He passes a slice of bread back to Jongin before breaking a small piece of his own. “Be careful, it’s still a bit hot.”

title: yours to keep (kaisoo) word count: 347 date posted: 01/25/2020 summary: Jongin considers the question, considers what it would mean to spend the rest of his life bound to this man before him.

commentary: aahh, this kaisoo x brooklyn 99 au!! I LOVE THIS VERSE SO MUCH!!! isa itong self-indulgent, shameless even, fic na isinulat ko after kong i-rewatch ang S05E04 (HallovVeen) episode ng b99. ang vivid ng fic na ‘to sa ‘kin. ksoo as amy, jongin as jake?? jusko #weakness!! may isa pa akong ficlet na set sa kaisoo b99 na ‘to...baka next year ko na lang i-post :-)

a line/part i loved:

It's not the most romantic of proposals. It's said over coffee at 4am in a deserted diner after a long night of undercover mission gone wrong. Kyungsoo's got a bloody nose and Jongin's missing the beloved badge on his jacket. There's no ring, no getting down on one knee.

Just Kyungsoo asking, casual and awkward, if he wants to get married.

title: sakanasabi (chanbaek) word count: 599 date posted: 01/28/2020 summary: Kung hindi lang siya d̶u̶w̶a̶g̶ lasing, inamin na niya ang katotohanang matagal na niyang kinikimkim.

commentary: sa totoo lang, natatawa ako kasi hindi ko maalala na isinulat ko ang fic na ‘to! as in ngayong habang gumagawa ako ng wrap up eme ko lang natuklasan ang existence nito! this is probably one of those fics na isinulat ko for a writing exercise...hay i really can’t remember. may potential ‘to na maging multi-chaptered fic kaso ilag ako sa pagsusulat ng medyo angsty ngayon (fragile ka sis???) a line/part i loved:

Fighting the urge to vomit, Chanyeol inhales deeply. Baekhyun’s pillow smells of him and his fruity shampoo. The familiar scent calms him down and Chanyeol hates himself for that too. He hates Baekhyun for making him feel this way and he hates himself for falling so hard for somebody he’ll never be able to confess his love for. Suddenly everything is too overwhelming for him that he spills the contents of his stomach all over Baekhyun’s bed.

title: four out of five (kaisoo) word count: 862 date posted: 02/07/2020 summary: Kasi hello, you think na ang David ni Michelangelo ang epitome ng perfect male body? Nuh-uh. Syempre, the Lord disagreed kasi he could do so much better kaya on January 14, 1994, the year of our Lord, pinanganak ang tumalo kay David.

Si Jongin Kim.

commentary: taena, this fic!!! shameless crack na naman ito thanks sa pag-“i really love D.O” ng jungen! hanggang ngayon natatawa pa rin ako sa fic na ‘to kasi ang kalat niya in a way? napaka-vivid nito for me, lalo na sa second part ng fic. himala ngang hindi umabot ‘to sa 10k lmao. tapos ‘yung hint ng top!ksoo sa dulo...hmmm parang interesting i-explore….

a line/part i loved:

"For this I want you to concentrate on the placement of the shadows and how the muscles bunch and flex differently in this position," Kyungsoo says, standing even closer now. He sweeps his hand in front of Jongin as he speaks, using technical, anatomical terms to describe Jongin's legs and thighs, his cock, thick and soft against his belly. "Take a good long look at these thighs, guys. You may never see a more perfect representation of the human body than this."

"Kyungsoo," Baekhyun, one of his older students, chides him. "Ang kalat kalat!"

title: missed connections (surene) word count: 309 date posted: 03/11/2020 summary: Things change and little girls grow up.

commentary: probably quickest fic i’ve ever written this year. i remember writing this habang nakapila ako sa burger king para umorder, at natapos ko paglabas ko with my takeout. less than 10 minutes siguro? hindi ko rin alam kung ba’t ito ang isinulat ko—napakalayo kasi sa prompt na missed connections—pero i was craving for an unexpected angsty fic...at isang kasal na naman ang ginawa ko haha. surene will always have a special place in my shipper heart, bilang sila lang ang gusto kong kpop het ship lol (and i ship junmyeon and joohyun with other people, as in lol ba’t may pag-e-explain ka ghorl??). memorable sa ‘kin ‘to kasi ito ang isa sa fics na pinost ko sa aking public twitter at nabasa ng ibang tao na hindi aware sa aking stan twt persona lmao

a line/part i loved:

Joohyun's hand clamped down on his arm and shook slightly. "C'mon, this is what you've always been waiting for, right?" Junmyeon said.

She turned to him and smiled sadly. "I always thought it was going to be you."

Junmyeon looked away for a moment before looking at her again. "Yeah...well..."

"I knew it wasn't going to happen. Never had a vision of it but I hoped back then."

"You were only a girl then and—" Junmyeon touched her cheek. "I lost my chance."

title: stupid motherfucking shitposter (chanbaek) word count: 2116 date posted: 03/11/2020 summary: Binibiro lang nina Jongdae si Baekhyun na siya ang unang sisikat sa barkada, a harmless joke na nagsimula pa noong freshman year.

But they didn't expect na magkakatotoo ito dahil sa isang viral Facebook post of this (shit)poster, Chanyeol Park.

commentary: ito ang second attempt ko sa tweet fic eme, and as expected, sobrang fail niya haha! special sa ‘kin ang fic na ‘to dahil ito ang first exo fic na isinulat ko. july 2019 pa nakatambak ang chapter 1 nito sa google docs ko (haha) at nagkalakas loob lang akong i-post dahil sa panghihinayang. ewan, i’m not a funny person talaga pero pag binabasa ko ‘tong fic na ‘to, parang naniniwala ako na kaya ko pala magpatawa somehow? also the background stories for chanbaek here...hahaha shet talaga gusto ko na ulit ‘to ituloy! sa 2021, promise!

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Nanginginig ang mga kamay ni Baekhyun while scrolling down the comments. Sumakit ang ulo niya sa ilang judgemental comments about this modus ("mag-ingat kayo kahit cute yan may tendency maging manyak!!"), halos maduwal sa "shet ang adorable ng meet cute niyo pakasal kayo pls!!!"

at tumaas ang dalawang kilay sa comments ng "fangirls" of this Chanyeol Park:

"DADDY!!! BAKET!!!!" with brokenhearted emojis

"sana all makasandal sa balikat ni Chanyeol AKO NA LANG ANAKAN MO CHANYEOL PLS"

"SHET CHANYEOL PARK DADDIEST TALAGA FROM BS STAT MANOK NAMEN YAN!!"

Then he saw the comments from people he knew personally. Mga bastos na mga ka-college at ex classmates na nagmention sa kanya:

Si @Baekhyun Byun ba 'to? OMG bat kayo magkasama, Yeol?

Yeol basta tandaan mo na kapag nakasandal sayo si Baekhyun parang nakasandal na rin sayo buong mundo ko.

title: everything under the stars (chanbaek) word count: 2866 date posted: 03/11/2020 summary: chanbaek high school au wherein astronomy club pres si chanyeol at may crush sa kanya ang drama club president na si baekhyun.

since required na sumali sa two clubs ang club presidents, naisipan ni baek na mag-apply sa club ni yeol.

kaso ayaw tanggapin ni chanyeol ang application form.

commentary: aaaahhhh unang chanbaek high school au ko ito!!! at ang nag-iisang tweet fic na natapos ko!!! i super love this fic ;.; sobrang fluffy lang niya at tuwang-tuwa ako sa characterization ni baekhyun dito. ang nakakatawa pa, on the spot ang pagsusulat ko nito sa twitter, as in nagre-research ako about sa astronomy eme habang inu-update ko ang thread in real time! inabot ata ako ng six hours sa pagsusulat nito pero sobrang worth it. this never fails to warm my heart talaga. ang wholesome lang talaga ng high school love stories...minsan haha!

a line/part i loved:

The taller took a deep breath, eyes darting everywhere except Baekhyun. "I have insomnia. And counting stars help me sleep better at night."

Baekhyun was about to open his mouth, his cheeks flushed, as he stared up at Chanyeol.

That was intimate. Unexpected. What did he do to deserve such information? Baka naman nagbibiro lang si Chanyeol.

"Ah, so ‘di ka nagbibilang ng sheep?"

Chanyeol rolled his eyes, but his mouth twitched up in a smile. "Mas lalo akong di makakatulog sa kahahanap ng tupa niyan."

title: kiss it better (kaisoo) word count: 204 date posted: 03/21/2020 summary: "Well, well, looks like someone's cranky today."

"Shut up," Jongin mutters as he nudges him with his hip. Kyungsoo scoots over to make room for him and he settles in next to him. "Your little pet bit me."

commentary: ito ang pinakamaikling fic na isinulat ko this year, at ang unang fic na isinulat ko noong nagsisimula pa lang ang ECQ. taena, ang tagal tagal na pala?? anyway, another domestic fluff from kaisoo na naisip ko thanks to that ksoo & meokmul photo na nakita ko sa tl. wala lang. gusto ko lang magsulat ng kaisoo landian kasi nakakamiss huhuhu :(

a line/part i loved:

"Your little pet bit me."

"Meokmul?"

"What other little pet do you have?" He grins and rests his head on Jongin's shoulder.

"You."

title: single bed (seho) word count: 1595 date posted: 03/23/2020 summary:

“Beds are made for sleeping and sex only, you know."

Napalunok na lang si Junmyeon. Sehun and bed and sex all in one sentence was a bit too much for his overworked brain to handle. Again, that’s his hottest roommate casually talking about sex. His roommate na crush niya ever since lumipat siya sa condo na ‘to. Junmyeon shifted the Calculus lecture binder on his lap as subtly as he could.

Putangina.

commentary: not to be me pero isa ‘to sa favorite fics ko this year haha! this january lang ako nahilig sa pagbabasa ng seho fics at sa totoo lang, 500-word drabble lang dapat ito!! kaso biglang nag-ig live ang seho putek kaya naging triple ang word count. isa sa na-discover ko sa sarili ko because of this: i like reading/writing junmyeon pining over sehun?? ewan, iba ang pull sa ‘kin ng fics pag ganito ang setup nila haha. nag-enjoy akong isulat ‘to sa POV ni junmyeon, lalo na ‘yung internal struggle niya. isa sa dahilan kung bakit favorite ko ito ay ang back story ni kyungsoo bilang phone sex operator hahaha! bigla ko na lang naisip ‘yan habang nagta-type ako at tawang-tawa na naman ako sa sarili ko. i’m fucking hilarious sometimes lmao

a line/part i loved:

He couldn’t forget the first time he’d heard Kyungsoo in “action”. Isang gabi, nakasalubong niya si Kyungsoo na naglalalakad papunta sa kusina, suot nito ang mamahaling headset, dini-describe kung paano niya kakainin ang “delicious pussy” ng kliyente niya na nasa kabilang linya habang iniinit ang Chickenjoy takeout sa microwave. May bonus pang mga ungol na sobrang filthy, at mga yes baby masarap ba? Yes you like that? pang sinasabi ito, at nagawa pang ngitian si Junmyeon in between moans bago bumalik sa kwarto niya.

title: exercise in self-restraint (chanbaek) word count: 12,984 (part 1 of 5) date posted: 04/15/2020 summary: (sinta 'verse part 2)

Three months (92 days to be exact, and yes, Baekhyun's counting) na silang magjowa ni Chanyeol pero bakit gano'n, nasa "friends are like jowas you don't fuck" stage pa rin sila?

—or: tigang na ang Baekhyun Byun. as in.

commentary: TANGINA HANGGANG NGAYON TAWANG-TAWA PA RIN AKO SA SARILI KO NA GINAWA KO ANG FIC NA ‘TO...AT HINDI PA SIYA TAPOS!!! na-explain ko na ‘to sa notes sa ao3 pero grabe sa pagka-self indulgent talaga ng fic na ‘to. sobrang kalat??? i didn’t know i had it in me??? cheka!! pero seryoso, sobrang nag-enjoy ako sa pagsusulat nito (until now!!!) kasi challenge para sa ‘kin ang magsulat ng m/m explicit scenes. hindi ako nag-fade to black!!! hahaha but no seriously, napaka-importante ng sinta ‘verse sa buhay ko bilang exo fic writer at ayun nga, hindi ko sila mapakawalan kaya ikukulong ko sila sa isang makamundong part ng ‘verse na ‘to. naka-outline na sa ‘kin ang buong fic na ‘to, kailangan ko lang ng lakas ng loob para ituloy ang pagsusulat haha. sobrang kalat niya...at ako talaga si jongdae sa fic na ‘to lol. another thing: puro inside joke naming magkaka-barkada ang laman ng fic na ‘to kaya yari ako kung mabasa man nng isa sa kanila ‘to hahahaha

a line/part i loved:

“Bakit ba ito ang topic natin?" Umupo na si Baekhyun sa tabi ni Jongdae, tuluyan na niyang nakalimutan ang sakit ng legs niya sa sobrang panic at kahihiyan. "We're here to talk about the Bali trip, right? Wala sa agenda natin ang sex life ko so tumahimik ka dyan!"

"Seryoso ba? Kahit chupa wala?"

"Jongdae Kim oh my god iiwanan na kita talaga!"

"Sorry na! This is a lot to take in pota ka!" Jongdae stared at him in disbelief, and shook his head. "As in no action at all? Imposibleng walang chupaa—"

"Jongdae!" Puta, sana magkaroon ng butas sa sahig na kinauupuan ni Jongdae at lamunin na siya nito ASAP. Hindi na kinakaya ni Baekhyun ang interrogation na 'to.

"Sorry na! Fine! Wala man lang… snorkelling na naganap sa loob ng three months?"

title: tulak ng bibig, kabig ng dibdib (chanbaek) word count: 995 date posted: 04/28/2020 summary:

“Alam mo feeling ko may crush sa ‘yo si Chanyeol,” bulong sa kanya ni Junmyeon sabay siko sa tagiliran niya.

“Huh? Pinagsasabi mo dyan?” inis na sagot ni Baekhyun habang hinahalughog ang backpack niya.

“Ang manhid mo naman, Baek. Obvious kaya.”

Oops, teka lang. Freshman si Chanyeol. Graduating na si Baekhyun.

Hindi magwo-work ang kung anumang iniisip ni Junmyeon.

commentary: may thing talaga ako sa fics na mas matanda si baekhyun kesa kay chanyeol—as in taon ang gap nila ha, hindi kagaya sa tunay na buhay na ilang buwan lang. anyway, i really like the outcome of this fic. simpleng kilig, sakto lang ang narration, at tama lang ang length. i guess sinulat ko ‘to noong na-realize kong dapat i-apply ko na ang “write less” sa buhay ko? i tend to over narrate my stories sometimes kasi gusto kong ma-overcome ang weakness ko sa narration bilang writer. pero kaya ayun, sinasanay ko ang sarili ko na magsulat ng fics less than 1k words eme

a line/part i loved:

Yes, nagkakausap naman sila paminsan-minsan kapag nagkakasalubong sa campus, and yes, hindi na nagbu-blush si Chanyeol sa meetings na ‘to. He’s become more confident around Baekhyun, which made him a bit sad kasi nage-enjoy siya sa pink cheeks ni Chanyeol at pagkabulol nito sa conversations nila. Oo na, impressed na si Baekhyun sa talino at wisdom ng lalaki at—

Oops, teka lang. Uulitin lang niya, freshman si Chanyeol. Graduating na si Baekhyun.

Hindi magwo-work ang kung anumang iniisip ni Junmyeon.

title: fall on me (chanbaek) word count: 6123 date posted: 05/06/2020 summary: “Amin-amin din kasi. Malay mo may chance.” Binato pa siya ni Yixing ng basang tissue to justify his point.

“Baka nga may malaking chance,” gatong ng kupal na si Sehun Oh.

It’s not like the thought never crossed his mind. Sa apat na taon nilang magkasama sa apartment na ‘to, ilang beses na ring naging marupok si Chanyeol sa idea na aaminin siya kay Baekhyun. Pero worth it nga ba aminin ito? O dapat makuntento na lang siya sa kung anong meron sila?

commentary: my first baekhyun day fic! a college au na set in uplb na naman haha (kailan ba ako mauumay??). this was an easy story to write; natapos ko ata 'to in one sitting? tsaka gusto ko ito kasi first time kong magsulat ng fic in chanyeol's pov. medyo challenging for me na hanapin ang "boses" ni chanyeol pero napagtagumpayan ko naman. napaka-vivid din sa 'kin ng fic na 'to, especially the confession part. ALL THE FLUFF TALAGA MGA MHIE PARA LABANAN ANG INIS SA GOBYERNO HAHAHA

a line/part i loved:

“Wait lang, there’s something on your face.”

Chanyeol instinctively reached for his cheek, akmang pupunasan ang naiwang wasabi or teriyaki sauce or whatever. “Huh? Saan?”

The next thing Chanyeol knew, Baekhyun fisted his hand on his shirt and tugged him down for a kiss. It was firm and waaay too fast, just a smack of lips, and then he patted Chanyeol’s chest before stepping back a little.

His mind went blank.

“Uh...it was me,” Baekhyun mumbled shyly, loud enough para marinig ni Chanyeol

.Chanyeol blinked a few times, trying to process what the just happened. “W-what?”

title: di na babalik (chanbaek) word count: 3355 (incomplete) date posted: 06/01/2020 summary: Ten years ago tinawanan lang ni Chanyeol ang kantiyaw sa kanya ni Sehun noon: wag jowain ang ka-barkada kasi pag nagbreak, awkward na umattend sa reunions. Ngayong nasa 10th year high school reunion na sila, 'di na makatawa si Chanyeol. Salamat talaga sa isang tanong ng ex niyang si Baekhyun Byun.

commentary: ito 'yung tweet fic na bunga ng aking sunday morning writing exercises last april. medyo hango sa tunay na buhay (haha lagi naman) at angsty siguro 'to? this is one of the rare fics na walang outline and such. as in on the spot ako nagsusulat pagkagising ko ng sunday ng umaga. binasa ko ito ulit ngayon-ngayon lang at...aray, medyo masakit nga. i really want to continue this 'verse kahit medyo masakit siya.

a line/part i loved:

Baekhyun has this fond smile on his lips, and Chanyeol wonders kung anong version ng nangyari ang binibisita nito ngayon sa utak niya. A happy memory, he supposes. Bihira niyang makita ang ngiting 'yon kay Baekhyun.

title: smile for the camera (chanbaek) word count: 670 date posted: 06/11/2020 summary: Chanyeol knew the famous idol Baekhyun Byun had been picturing something more glamorous than this. If he did, then they hired the wrong photographer for the job.

commentary: another on the spot twitter drabble! kasalanan 'to ng yours mv at tirtir photoshoot ni baek haha! meet cute emeru. tuwang-tuwa rin ako rito dahil ang bilis ko siyang naisulat-less than an hour ata?

a line/part i loved:

Gustong ipakita ni Chanyeol Park ang ibang side ni Baekhyun Byun sa mundo. He wanted to show the real man behind the mysterious image: the man who loves to stay at home and play online games during his time off, who loves children and advocates for their education, who was still a normal person behind the bright lights and sold out dome concerts.

title: wala nang hihilingin (chanbaek) word count: 6122 (sinta 'verse fic) date posted: 06/14/2020 summary: It’s been nine months since Chanyeol told him na may plano na siyang magpropose soon. Nine months since tinapangan ni Baekhyun ang sarili at sumagot siyang leaning towards yes siya if ever totohanin nga ni Chanyeol ‘yon. Nine months na siyang naghihintay pero wala pa ring proposal. Ni anino ng singsing wala siyang nakita.

commentary: my first 614 day fic! aahh i'm so in love with this fic :( aside from wedding vows, i like writing wedding proposals talaga. iba nga lang sa fic na 'to dahil napaka-chaotic ng proposal! this fic started with an image, actually. 'yung part na kumakanta si baek ng halo ni tita beyonce! sinusulat ko pa lang 'yung sinta, paano na lang ako kung wala ka? nasa isip ko na 'yon. at hindi niya ako nilubayan hanggang hindi ko nagagawa ang fic na 'to. nadagdagan pa ang inspiration ko after rewatching The Office! that jim & pam moment talaga...sobrang TV history huhuh. anyway!!! outlining this fic was really fun kasi aliw na aliw akong pahirapan si baek dito lmao. sobrang special talaga sa 'kin ng sinta 'verse at ang dami ko pang pwedeng ikuwento tungkol sa unibersong ito. next year, meron pang kasunod. promise 'yan haha!

a line/part i loved:

honestly, i really love the proposal part kasi na-achieve ko ang chaos na gusto ko haha! pero kung very specific part, ito:

“So...nasan na ba ako? Ayun.” Huminga muna siya nang malalim bago nagpatuloy. “You’re my best friend in the whole wide world and I could never be with anyone else. I’ve known this since we were 19. I wanted to be the one to ask you but--“

“Mahal kita,” bulalas ni Baekhyun. He couldn’t help it. Aatakihin na siya sa puso. He could feel it. “Fuck, baby I’m sorry!” pahabol niya. “Sorry go na tatahimik na a--”

“Baekhyun,” Chanyeol interrupted, strained, with a pointed glance at the box. Agad na tinikom ni Baekhyun ang bibig, but god, ang puso niya bibigay na anytime.

“Ang point ko lang, I mean it when I say could never be with anyone else, Baek. ikaw lang ang tanging nakikita kong kasama ko sa dulo.”

When their eyes met, Chanyeol’s were soft. Trusting. Full of love. Chanyeol’s eyes were shining, full of unshed tears, at sure si Baekhyun na parehas na silang walang makita dahil sa mga luhang ‘to.

title: atin ang gabi (chanbaek) word count: 18.442 date posted: 08/09/2020; entry for #NaritoKami2020 Fic Fest summary: Before Sunrise AU - dala ng lungkot, alak, at pagka-bigo sa pag-ibig, humingi ng isang pabor si baekhyun sa lalaking hiniraman niya ng powerbank sa 7-11.ang pabor? samahan at makipagkuwentuhan sa kanya buong magdamag. loko-loko lang ang papatol sa ganyang pabor.sakto, loko-loko't kalahati si chanyeol park.

commentary: where do i even begin?? sa totoo lang ang dami kong gustong sabihin sa fic na 'to kulang pa 'tong commentary na 'to hahaha. i might even write a whole blogpost about this..but who knows?

ito ang pinakapaborito kong fic this year. as in. the moment i saw this prompt, ang sabi ko sa sarili ko, "mare dapat makuha mo 'yan OR ELSE!!!" i have a ~thing for film AUs, kaya nang makita kong may nagsumbit nito-NA RICHARD LINKLATER FILM PA OMG-hindi na tumigil ang utak ko sa pag-iisip. i love everything about this fic so much. mula sa back stories ng chanbaek, hanggang sa batuhan nila ng linya... i'd like to think i did a great job in writing this. sinigurado kong maganda at natural lang ang dialogues nila rito dahil isa 'yon sa essence ng Before Trilogy, eh. gusto ko rin sanang gawing buong araw silang magkasama kaso i thought mas may emotional impact kung bitin ang oras nila.

may ilang parts pa akong dinelete rito kasi feeling ko ang haba na niya. (don't worry i'll share it soon!) kahit light angst lang 'to, may certain weight kang mararamdaman after reading it? ewan, ganyan ang pakiramdam ko pag binabasa ko 'to. tsaka grabe pinag-isipan kong mabuti kung may smut ba 'to o kahit kiss lang. i almost added a kiss here kaso upon re-reading the fic...it kinda didn't feel right? i thought them sharing a kiss would shatter the illusion, na baka hindi na sila maka-move on sa isa't isa at hindi na nila ma-achieve ang dapat nilang i-achieve. ako lang siguro 'to hahaha pero one thing's for sure: THIS IS A HAPPILY EVER AFTER!!! sila hanggang dulo haha! i just wish more people could read this fic huhu.

a line/part i loved:

Chanyeol paused for a long moment bago nagpatuloy. “Sobrang nakakatawa ng pagiging idealistic ko noong teenager ako. Feeling ko kasalanan ‘to ng media na kino-consume natin, eh. Books, movies, songs would always make love out to be this all consuming, burning, passionate thing. Sige, that person makes you feel like you’re on fire all the time, that he or she consumes you, but at the end of the day...are you even friends? Let’s be real here, pag tapos na sa honeymoon stage, pag naupos na ‘yung apoy ng pag-ibig sa simula ng relasyon, ano na? You gotta like the person you end up with in the end. Love won’t save everything.”

title: ‘pag nandiyan (kaisoo) word count: 15,962 date posted: 08/19/2020; entry for Tahanadhana Ficfest 2020 summary: four times na may nagtanong sa cafe owner na si junmyeon kung ano ba talagang relationship status ng mga barista niyang sina jongin at kyungsoo, plus that one time na napuno na si junmyeon sa landian/katangahan ng dalawa.

commentary: magkasabay kong isinulat ang atin ang gabi at 'pag nandiyan kaya lurks na lurks ako kung alin ba dapat ang uunahin. 15k worth of pure fluff, landian, at katangahan isumbong niyo nga 'yan sa HR!!! not gonna lie, sobrang nag-enjoy ako sa pagbuo ng kaisoo barista 'verse na 'to. may naka-outline na ngang side story ang chanbaek dito eh...hahaha! si sehun ang favorite character ko sa fic na 'to kasi siya talaga ang representation ng frustration ng readers haha! gigil na gigil si kuya eh, ang cute!

'yun lang, a part of me wished na mas inayos ko ang execution ng ilang scenes sa fic na 'to? lalo na sa parts nina junmyeon at joohyun. i would rewrite it if i could. overall, this is a cute, fluffy fic written in a slightly weird 4+1 fic haha!

a line/part i loved:

"Birthday ni Chanyeol today," paliwanag niya kahit hindi naman hinihingi ni Jongin. "Ayoko namang sungitan 'yung tao on his special day. I'm not that mean."

Jongin remained quiet beside him, so he added, "Besides, I don't date people younger than me. Chanyeol just turned...20 today, ano. Ekis tayo dyan."

From the corner of his eye, he saw Jongin's mouth twitched to a smile. "So may chance," sabi nito, halos pabulong.

"Huh?" He glanced at Jongin sidelong, eye catching on the strong lines of his neck, the prominent bulge of his Adam's apple. The streets weren't that well-lit, and frankly, his eyesight was pretty shitty, but for some reason, kitang-kita niya ngayon si Jongin. "Anong sabi mo?" Jongin then returned his gaze.

"Sabi ko, may chance," he said, clearer this time. With intent. Ayan na naman siya.

title: laging naroon ka (sechen) word count: 2664 date posted: 09/22/2020 summary: sa kalagitnaan ng kasal ng mga kabarkada niya, biglang nagkrisis si jongdae dahil parehas silang umattend ng kanyang what could have been na si sehun.

commentary: sa totoo lang, wala sa plano ko na magsulat ng isang sechen fic. i've only read a handful of sechen fics (mostly in english pa) at nag-aalangan talaga ako magsulat ng fic for a rarepair. kaso my jaya discography binge happened; ilang beses kong pinaulit-ulit ang laging naroon ka at ang daming nagpapakasal sa social media bago ko isulat 'to kaya rito ko na nilabas ang mga damdamin ko haha! i really like how this turned out. maikli lang pero hnngghh gusto ko pa ng isang sechen fic tuloy! masaya rin ako na may naka-appreciate ng munting fic na 'to. i'm planning to write another jaya-inspired fic soon so...hehe kita-kits na lang ;)

a line/part i loved:

He was a complete fool to think the hurt he'd felt years ago made him immune to this handsome man with a nice smile and soulful eyes. Wala pa ring pinagbago. Nandoon pa rin ang kabog sa dibdib, ang kilig—nakakainis! Sehun only got more gorgeous as he aged. His sense of style was still impeccable. Bagay sa kanya ang mas mahabang buhok at tumambok pa ang mga pisngi nito. Pigil na pigil si Jongdae na magnakaw ng kurot.

title: para sa ‘yo (ang mga salita) (chanbaek) word count: 26,144 date posted: 12/09/2020 summary: ito na ata ang pinakamalaking dagok sa writing career ng best-selling at award-winning crime fiction writer na si Baekhyun Byun. mayroon lamang siyang pitong buwan para tapusin ang huling nobela ng kanyang series. bawal na extension, nasagad na niya ang pasensya ng kanyang publishers. tapos bat' gano'n, bakit napakalandi ng bago niyang editor na si Chanyeol Park?!

commentary: my biggest and most personal (lol) fic yet. 35k ang target word count ko for this one kaso i had to delete a huge chunk last september kasi...nag-iba ang takbo ng utak ko. bigla na lang akong naumay magsulat ng romance at fluff? tsaka wala pa akong nababasang writer-editor au fic na nakaka-relate ako kaya isinulat ko na. sa totoo lang, ginawa kong therapy ang fic na 'to habang tinatapos ko ang isang manuscript ko (na surprise!!! hindi ko pa rin tapos until now!!!). it's weird for me na magsulat ng isang bagay na hindi umiikot sa romance, pero later on, na-enjoy ko rin. okay din pala magsulat ng character-centric fics na side lang ang romance.

also, in a very me fashion, nag-insert na naman ako ng kuwento sa loob ng isang kuwento. mini-quarantine project ko ang kuwento nina eli at calix! an outline exists--at surprise, hindi connected sa mga kasong nabanggit sa fic haha! crime/thriller pa rin ang totoong kuwento pero malayo sa book titles commentary: na nabanggit sa fic. in short, umandar na naman ang pagka-plotter ko sa fic na 'to. outline kung outline, plano kung plano. ang difference lang from my previous BY Paraluman Fest entry, hindi ko na isinulat ang buong fic sa notebook bago i-type. katamad kasi hahaha.share ko lang din, i wasn't expecting na may magbabasa at makaka-appreciate ng fic na 'to. ang seryoso kasi niya for my taste. hindi rin nakakakilig or whatsoever. sobrang layo sa previous BYFP entry ko na puro landian lang ang ganap. kaya sobrang tuwa ko sa mga nag-iwan ng comments sa ao3, nag-qrt ng BY tweet, at sa lahat ng nagtweet na nagustuhan nila ang kwentong ito. grabe, iyak ako nang iyak. lalo na do'n sa mga nagcomment na nakaka-relate sila sa struggles ni baekhyun as a writer. feeling ko hindi ako nag-iisa! so maraming maraming salamat sa nagbasa ng fic na 'to! grabe dami ko pang ebas for this fic pero sa isang blogpost ko na lang siguro ilalagay. hay, ang puso ko talaga para rito <3

a line/part i loved: sa totoo lang, madami! 'yung buong kaganapan sa MIBF ang pinaka kasi an author's dream come true 'yon cheka hahaha! pero kung lines.... ito talaga:

“Sila lang ang minahal ko nang ganito. Mahal na mahal ko sila.”

“Alam ko, Baekhyun.”

“Natatakot ako…” Baekhyun hated the way his voice cracked. “Natatakot ako na baka...baka hindi na ako magmahal nang ganito ulit. Na baka...naiibigay ko na kina Eli at Calix ang lahat ng pagmamahal na kaya kong ibigay. Takot ako na...shit, Chanyeol.” Napaupo siya sa sofa at doon niya nakita ang concerned na tingin sa kanya ng editor. “What if pangit na lahat ng mga isulat ko after nito? What if makapagsulat nga ako ng bago pero sina Eli at Calix pa rin ang hahanap-hanapin ko? Ng ibang tao? What if...hanggang dito na lang ang pangarap ko? Ito lang naman ang ginusto ko sa buhay, eh. Ang magsulat at mabasa ng tao ang mga salita ko. Ito siguro ang problema pag nakuha mo nang maaga ang pinapangarap mo. Pag madaling nakuha, madali ring mawawala.” Tuluyan nang bumuhos ang luha ni Baekhyun. “Ayoko pa magmove on sa kanila, Chanyeol. Hindi ko kaya.”

title: #QuarantineTimez with Nini’s Home (kaisoo) word count: 12,770 date posted: 04/27/2020 summary: Sa kalagitnaan ng Enhanced Community Quarantine, hindi inaasahan ni Kyungsoo na magkakaroon siya ng "quarantine crush" sa isang viral Youtuber na kailanman ay hindi nagpakita ng mukha.

commentary: ito ang tanging non-fic fest entry fic ko na himalang maraming nagbasa. hanggang ngayon shookt pa rin ako na umabot sa 700+ hits ito sa ao3 haha kklk?? anyway, skl ang inspo ng fic na 'to. gaya ni ksoo sa fic, noong start ng quarantine ko lang nadiscover ang Nino's Home Youtube channel. at gaya rin niya, na-weirduhan ako sa antics ni Nino...at sige na nga, aliw na aliw ako sa subtitles niyang nangungupal lmao. ewan ko na, nagulat na lang ako sa sarili ko na may outline na ako for a kaisoo fic?? it took me two days of outlining and actual writing bago ko natapos 'to. at tawang-tawa ako kasi sobrang crack fic dapat nito! the nininail was a last addition kasi may nag-RT sa TL ko ng video compilation ni jongin talking about his cute nail..eh ang cute nga kaya dinagdag ko na. wala akong intensyon na gawing cliffhanger ang ending...it just sort of happened? feeling ko nga standalone fic 'to kaso habang binabasa ko siya, nabitin na rin ako lmao. hanggang not!fic na lang ang kinaya ko for the continuation kasi dami ko nang sinusulat ngayon lol. but with or without the not!fic, okay siyang kwento for me. nakakatawa, nakakilig hay :)

a line/part i loved:

gustung-gusto ko 'yung IG dm convo nina baek at ksoo rito kasi totoo nga naman, COVID-19 CAN'T STOP THE HAROT!!! also 'yung nagreply si Nini kay pengwing sa Youtube comments!!! ang kilig ko po!!!

Nasanay na si Kyungsoo na makaramdam ng kaunting lungkot after ng conference calls nila. As much as he loved having his alone time, nakaka-miss din pala ang makasalamuha ng ibang tao. Sa short supermarket trips at lobby guards na nga lang siya nakakaranas ng actual human interaction this quarantine period. He didn’t realize how much he used to count on minor interactions, like ‘yung pangungulit sa kanya ni Jongdae sa cubicle niya araw-araw, or ‘yung quick lunch meetings niya with Baekhyun kapag napapadpad ng Makati ang best friend. Kahit nga face to face meetings with their boss na usually kinakatakutan niya, hinahanap-hanap na niya ngayon.

OVERALL:

# of fics written: 21 # of fandoms: 2 (exo & red velvet) published word count: 133,095

favorite fic: atin ang gabi (chanbaek) longest fic: para sa ‘yo (ang mga salita) (chanbaek) shortest fic: kiss it better (kaisoo) most kudos: #QuaratineTimez with Nini’s Home (kaisoo)

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