#concha to some of y'all is...

[snackugaki]

soft apocalypse 4

leo y fin del mundo en español

k onda soy yo snackugaki tu prima filipina, disculpa por mi español kase mas matalino ako sa tagalog kesa español de mexicano(te amo abuela)

pasyensa na ingles speakers, anyway tl;dr I think Leo would probably start switching to Spanglish more in the Apocalypse considering all the people herding he and his brothers would be doing day-to-day

and as a fun little linguistic byte, there’s hella dominicans and puerto ricans in new york so statistically, Leo’d probably speak spanish like them and if I got some of y’all’s slang wrong.... wag kang magagalit sa akin sinubukan ko oh

[silverzoomies]

silverzoomiezzz hi hi i was eating my cloudberry ice cream and i dont know why i start to think about peter and then i think about you. and i have a question for you. what do you think peter’s fav snacks that he would save it for you because he wanted you to enjoy and love it as much as he does? this is so silly lol but anyway have a great summer <3

💗oh my gosh, hello anon sweetie !! i'm sorry for answering so late !! i hope your summer has been nice !! it's been pretty decent here, aside from the lame ass humidity.🔥🫠🔥

i'm so honored you would think of me, after thinking of our beloved speedy boy. 💗honestly, i take that as such a huge compliment !!

⚡snacks i think peter maximoff would like (he hoards them, cuz he's the snack hoarding type. ty dofp 💗):

⚡in canon, he hoards hostess snack cakes. specifically the chocolatey, cream-filled kind ⚡and twinkies. dude's got twinkies for two movies in a row ⚡like it's no wonder people assume he's a twinkie fiend ⚡we also see him with so much pepsi and mtn dew ⚡and i know it's just product placement obvi. but he does seem like a mtn dew guy, right? i bet he'd love baja blast. code red too ⚡dk if this counts as a snack, but he'd probably love taco bell. i mean, it's fast. it's cheap. it's addictive. it's easy to indulge in. mans would quote those old taco bell commercials with the chihuahua ⚡sour candy. all of it. gummy worms, airhead x-tremes, sour twists, sour patch kids. tell me i'm wrong. i'm not ⚡he'd make a mess with some fun dip, lemme tell ya ⚡any candy they used to give out on halloween? he'd be addicted to all that shit. he'd love sugary junk. he constantly needs his fix. laffy taffy, nerds, now and laters, skittles, pop rocks, m&m's - you name it, he's into it ⚡imagine the dorito fingers, anon. the cheeto fingers. the takis fingers. do y'all think he'd be more into regular cheetos, or hot cheetos? he reads as a hot cheetos guy to me ⚡he'd slam some icees. slurpees. any kinda syrupy, frozen drink. he mixes all the flavors, sucks it down, and feels no brain freeze ⚡if you took him to carnivals, boardwalks, or amusement parks; he'd put the funnel cake stands out of business ⚡sweets are his kryptonite, really ⚡i personally like to imagine he knows his fair share of international snacks too. since he can zip around the world in a blink. taiyaki. baklava. conchas. tres leches. pirozhki. european chocolate. any and all kinds of street food. he knows all the best 7-eleven instant ramen - and the best toppings for 'em too ⚡i think he'd also go hog wild over a really good steak, y'know? or some barbecue. some ribs. some brisket. all the shmeats !!

⚡snacks i think peter maximoff would save, just so he could share them with you💗:

⚡he wouldn't ⚡correction: he couldn't ⚡c'mon, do you honestly think he'd have the self control? ⚡you're asking him to do the impossible ⚡see, anon, he'd think about saving a yummy treat for you ⚡keyword being think ⚡like, just as he starts to realize he's crushing on you big time ⚡he's guzzling something tasty, when he has the thought: hey...wait a sec! you'd probably really like this!! ⚡but a second later, the treat's already gone. devoured in an instant. whoops! oh well!! ⚡he's just way too impulsive to save anything ⚡like it would have to be out of sight, out of mind ⚡or you'd have to pick from his own, secret stash ⚡because otherwise, he can't hold himself back. he'll gorge any snacks in the nearest vicinity ⚡he'd legit have to wait 'til you were both together. in that moment. if you had a few minutes. he'd be like, "hey. babe. babe. babe. babe. i got somethin' i wanna show you." ⚡he speeds you away for some mind-blowingly good street food, in some country you've never been to, nor heard of ⚡even on valentine's day. he has to snag you one of those heart-shaped boxes of chocolates last minute ⚡that, or he has to hide it from himself. if he doesn't, he'll be lookin' down at an empty box - chocolate all over the corners of his mouth - like "ah, shit."

[ships-to-sail]

WIP Wednesday 4.3.24

Well, y'all, blink and it's been a week! Seven whole days later and I here I am again with more @firenati0n prompted shenanigans. The rival bakers stay rivaling, but there may or may not be (but most definitely is) sexy dough kneading this round, so. thanks be to the universe for that!

He motions across the street with a wild gesture. “There’s a new bakery?!” “Apparently,” Ellen says, her voice calm even as her brows pinch together by another fraction of an inch.  “Since when?!” “Since about two weeks ago, mijo, if you’d actually read any of the signs across the street,” his dad says as he comes out from the small kitchen in the back, wiping the flour on his hands onto the hand towel sitting on his shoulder. A wave of sugar-and-cinnamon smell smacks Alex in the face, and he knows the first pans of conchas are sitting on the racks in the back, waiting for them to flip the sign on the door from CLOSED to OPEN. “Patissier du Renard,” the traces of his father’s Mexican accent turning the French syllables into a different kind of dance. “Who the fuck is Renard?” “It’s French for —”  “Language, Alex,” his mother barks at him again, spinning on her heel, the corners of her mouth tucked down. The set of her jaw makes it abundantly clear that it’s not actually his choice of four-letter words that’s bothering her. But Alex, while not always the smartest guy, is also not an idiot, and so decides that this is not the moment he wants to push her on the issue.  Holding up two hands, he gives her a sincere, “Sorry, ma,” has he slips behind her, stopping to press a kiss to her cheek before he pushes open the swinging door to the kitchen and grabs his favorite bright yellow apron off the back of the door and flipping the neck band over his head.  He ties the strap behind his waist absentmindedly, making his way to the far fridge and grabbing out a 10-gallon tupperware of concha dough, tossing it onto the workstation behind him with a loud bang.  His thoughts stay on the new bakery across the street, the crowd of people he couldn’t see through overlaid with the columns and columns of numbers growing increasingly larger, but in vivid, blood-red font. He can’t see past it as he crosses to a different set of fridges, pulling down jars of fillings and jams — mango and strawberry, passionfruit and limón, whatever his hands can reach until his arms are full.  He drops them next to the dough with a clatter, and lets his hands work on autopilot as the gears in his brain spin at warpspeed, trying to process through this new piece of information.  He uses a pastry cutter to slice off a chunk of the dough, tossing it onto the waiting scale, before adding a smaller piece and then sliding the whole pile off the metal plate and onto the cool metal of the work bench. Reaching beneath him, he grabs a small container of flour and flicks it open, sprinkling some over both his hands and the table. His heels dig into the cold, partially sticky dough as he begins to pull at the edges of the pile, his fingers pushing and his palms pressing, his hands working occasionally together but even more frequently at odds, as he begins to work his family’s award winning concha dough into a batch of slightly-less-popular (but in Alex’s opinion superior) chamucos. 

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[itsfairly]

this one is for my latines cuz have you thought how fascinated Nanami would be if he stepped into one of our bakeries? I saw this post talking about how obsessed Nanami would be in a Mexican bakery and it got me thinking about it.

I know he said he isn't good with sweets, but imagine him seeing pan dulce. Conchas, torcidos, empanadas, orejas, ojo de buey, and whatnot.

I would a hundred percent pull up with a bag filled with different pan dulce and try them out with him. Having them out on the table on a plate after pulling them out of the bag, seeing the way his eyes scan over the different colors and textures as he imagines the kind of taste they have.

They look different from the kind of bread he usually gets and I know he might doubt whether he will like them. Sweet is in the name after all and he doesn't have a sweet tooth like others. But still, the bread is already laid out, making him curious. It's bread at the end of the day, it can't taste that different?

The moment he bites that piece off the oreja, the glint in his eye makes it obvious he liked it. And the same goes for the concha. And the mantecado. And the bolillo. And the many other breads on the table until they are all missing a piece.

While some of them are practically sugar bombs, most of them aren't. Sure, they are sweet, but not as sweet as they look. Some are buttery, some are crunchy while others are fluffy. I imagine bolillos being one of his favorites, along with puerquitos since the pig-shape of the cookie is pretty cute.

You're gonna see this man, know that he loves bread, and tell me he wouldn't be in awe at pan dulce? It simply doesn't click in my mind how could he not. He would try to learn the names of the types of pan dulce, ask for the kinds I like the most and trying them as soon as I point to the bread. Hell, he might as well make some coffee so he can enjoy the bread as he should.

I imagine that with time many other kinds of pan dulce may grow on him, maybe crave it with a cup of coffee (I would a hundred percent introduce him to cafe de olla too), maybe have it as a quick breakfast or a small snack before going to bed. Who knows, there's a chance he might give it a go, and start looking up recipes. He may or may not want to learn to do his favorites himself.

I don't know about y'all, but the idea of this man liking pan dulce seems like a no brainer for me.

[lalalovezfrenchfriez]

Flyin Frydays

authors note: sorry for last week, it's been a sorta crazy few days!! I hope again you all like this part? idk, this is an important part of the story, and while a little troublesome to write, I got thru it :3 love y'all!

My brother, JD, is in his car, a Toyota Corolla. It’s a sleek gray with some nice mods on it, a huge exhaust, a battery for speed, and some luminescent buttons. JD got it when he was 16, and Papi had been building the car for ages for him. He nicknames it, stupidly, the Yum Bug, since he uses it around LA for his munchie ass adventures.

In the passenger seat is Emi, with his dealer Brian Welter and Elliot Pabalan in the back seats. Elliot is JD’s companion in finishing Brian’s infamous Canned Cannabis Joints. This is where Brian rolls a fat ass j about the size of a soda can. Or so he claims. I’ve never seen it before. I’ve only seen JD passed out at 10 even though he works out at that time. I drew on his face.

Emi waves to me. “Hey girlie!”

I wave back, my tears hidden behind the fog as I step in. “It reeks,” I say as I inhale more of my cig and puff out. 

“Really Manzanita?” JD lowers his radio thats blaring some 2pac as he stares at me. “You know the rules, Manz,”

I offer the cigarette to him with a grin.

He takes it and throws it out the window. “¡Puta- this car is holy! None of your stupid tobacco shit better be in here!”

“¡Pendejo I never got to fuckin’ finish!” I shout back as he shoots off into the night. 

Brian is sitting in the middle, being the skinniest, and Elliot is behind JD, cramped with his football abled body.

Emi tickles my knee as she applies a perfect black lipstick to her lips. It really matches her eyes. “So, how’s your her-mana Laura?” It’s really cute how Emi tries to pronounce Spanish. She talks too much like a gringa for it. I take her hand and tickle it back. She squeals.

“Laura is fine, got her all dolled up for a frat. She should call later.“

JD nods, “Bueno bueno! I like to hear that.”

Elliot is drinking water, probably already high. “Hey I heard you got dumped.”

Now, I usually don’t mind if Laura asks me. She’s my friend who I barely see; She wouldn’t know. But Elliot, as I know, is a chismoso. 

Brian looks over, and he cuts the conversation. That’s why I like him. Brian never likes gossip. “What? Humped? No no- this is the Dumb smoke! This maria-juanita is going to get you dumb as fuck! I dunno if I got enough for a CCJ bro, but I know it’s definitely enough for us.” I poke Brian a little. He gives me a soft smile while he looks at Elliot.

I never really grew up liking Elliot, he always seemed to like me, and JD of course knew. It’s not that he’s bad or anything, just annoying. Even after I came out Elliot seemed to think maybe it’s just a phase, like Emi being goth. But now she’s attending community college with her dark hair that’s fried with pinks and purples, pale legs covered with fishnets and her eyes darkened with heavy eyeliner. Elliot is hilarious if he thinks I’ll stop loving girls because he just plays football at San Diego State.

Elliot tries to say something to get back to the topic, but Emi butts in, “Guys, should we try to get Río on weed?”

It’s not like I never liked it, in fact I first smoked with JD. But I just felt too weird, too quiet- I felt almost ravenous when I saw bread. I nearly broke into Mamí’s bakery to eat the conchas y paletas, but Brian and JD stopped me. 

“As long as we get food in Chinatown, I don’t give a shit.” I shrug.

“You sure they’re gonna be cool with us?” Elliot asks.

The whole car shifts, uncomfortably. 

Maybe I am a hater, maybe I am just annoyed because he tried to bring up my ex a second ago, minutes after I told my first love that I never want to see her again. But Elliot has to stop ruining the moment. 

But we all had felt it. The potential racism, judgement and even deadly stares we all could face when we enter the bridge to Chinatown.

JD proudly exclaims, “Who gives a shit?! Brian?!”

Brian is rolling the joint, and I watch as he licks the joint closed. “Not me brah.”

“Emi?”

Emi smirks as she looks behind to me, “Nothing scares me!” I laugh, knowing she almost pissed herself to get the courage and compliment her now boyfriend’s mohawk.

“Manza?!” JD screams. I didn’t even realize, but the speed of the car has increased. He has a great grin, revealing the canines he used to hate in middle school. His jaw is sharp with a tensed look, and his dirty eyes are gleaming. He’s high. I smile. My heart is beating fast. “!Jorge, ya no tango miedo a la muerte!”

“THEN LET’S GO—!”

JD never finishes his sentence. I turn and everything flashes like pictures in my mind. It’s a lime green car that rams into Emi’s side. Her frizzed hair blocks JD’s view and he turns the wheel towards the car. The car finishes going in front of us. Brian flies a bit out of his seat, going unconscious. Cannabis flies everywhere. Elliot smashes his nose against the headrest behind JD. I can’t breathe. I can’t hear. I also fly forward. My right side of my face smashes against the headrest. In my last few moments of consciousness, I see a red painted Emi. JD’s body is mangled. I feel upside down. Elliot is shouting my name. Brian is trying to crawl to me. I can’t feel anything. I feel trapped.

I don’t know what happens. I just let go. I just mumble my brother’s name. I think of Mama, Papi. I think I see Abuelo Oso. He looks the same as he always does. He smiles at me. “Mija? Por que estas aqui? Levante...No llore…”

“RIO!”

I pass out.

[mochii-roll]

*＊✿❀Obey Me Brothers X Hispanic(Leaning to Mexican)MC Shenanigans❀✿＊*pt 2 Here

FIRST POST WOOO. Sorry if the post was a little bit short on didn't know what else to put 😭 Thank you for reading and have a wonderful day/night 🤩 Edit: Should I make one with the side characters? I'm down if y'all down :))

~Lucifer~

He likes listening to old songs with you while he's working, just the thought of you humming or even DANCING in front of him makes him so happy. He will also learn the translations to understand further about your culture :))

THIS MAN. I KNOW DAMN WELL HE WILL LEARN CUMBIA OR SMTH JUST TO HAVE THE HONOR OF DANCING WITH YOU. AND HE'S GOOD

He cannot and will not drink un cafecito if you didn't make it. He likes the fact that you make time out of your day to make it for him. Sometimes you'll even add like a dessert like a concha

He thinks you speaking another language is heaven. The way your voice sounds while rolling your R's or how calming you can make the language sound.

~Mammon~

BACHATA KING

You called him Mamón for a while and he thought it was a term of endearment. (It can be if that's how you interpret affection bc same :D)

He insisted you teach him your language so it can be like secret code for you two only

Will buy jewelry or trinkets that he thinks resembles your culture in a heartbeat

~Levi~

You would think he won't have a clue what your language is called due to the fact he doesn't socialize, but he actually does know due to him playing a few games online with someone who speaks your language.

Somehow you got him watching El Chavo or Familia Peluche, even though it isn't anime, he's glad you're enjoying yourself with him and not his brothers

You make him watch the animes in your language (Smth like Candy Candy) and he LOVES it. Y'all have multiple binge nights.

After you leave his room, he will look up more info about your culture and if he can impress you with something.

~Satan~

As soon as he gets the information about what language you speak, he's reading everything, to your cultures history, holidays or customs, and of course, the language (mainly cuss words)

You painstakingly tell him about mordidas on someone's birthday. Lucifer isn't safe.

You tell him stories about your family and how they gave you a special nickname or what you did to get in trouble.

Overall he is enamored by you even more, it makes you stand out and more special to him.

~Asmo~

Will ask as many questions as he can about your cultures style of clothing, music, and parties. He already knows you're so heavenly to him so why bother asking about the beauty standards there.

Asks you to model with him wearing your traditional garb, whether it be modernized or not he loves you expressing yourself and your culture

Random ~te amos~ whispered in your ear :)))

Is all about the chisme with you. If it's about his brothers or demons in RAD, he'll get mugs with some tea for the both of you and have your lil gossip sessions

~Beel~

When he gets a minor injury from working out, you're right there talking care of him and slapping rubbing Vaporub on his wound.

Is all about the food. Is it spicy?? Awesome. Sweet?? Let him try it. If you're making the effort to show him your culture through food, he's honored. Never a bad word about it from Beel

He loves gansitos a LOT they can stand pretty close to his custard in rankings. Not to mention any other dessert.

If he ate any of your snacks, he's very apologetic and takes you out to eat to a restaurant of your culture.

~Belphie~

Them thick ass blankets are the best thing you've ever introduced to him.

Imagine him falling asleep to you singing those old lullabies your family sang to you as a child

Like Satan, he learns how to cuss in your language and about the mordida.

You make him some Abuelita hot chocolate and snuggle up in that thick ass blanket.

[knightonhorseback]

Y'all know that one prompt where it's like "take me laser tagging, push me up against the wall, kiss me, shoot me, and walk away" Finney would be the one kissing and shooting Robin and leaving him hella flustered like, once Robin registers what's happened finney has gone and won the game already. Let's face it Robin would be so pissed yet also impressed. Robin would absolutely be butt hurt and try not to look at him and pretend to be mad but would eventually break when finney brought Mrs. Arellano's pozole and chilaquiles, for him along with some conchas and kit kats.

[thestarsave44]

It seems like we're going to end up here so

Literally All of The Fusions POSSIBLE, plus one fun fact about them

excluding Kris because they def wouldn't fuse.

[* if probably unable to actually exist]

*Chris: Chara/Frisk

Frisk chose the name. Wins the award for Most Stable Fusion. A very good child, beloved by the monsters. Can mask their emotions well, but chooses not to. Toriel's favorite, though she would never admit it.

*Concha: Chara/Connie

called 'shell' as in 'coming out of your shell' because this fusion is DEFINTELY THE QUIETEST, personality wise. They don't talk nearly as much as the rest, especially Fren, because they are made up of the two quieter kids. likes hanging out with Fren, as the two balance each other out well

*Rinn: Connie/Frisk

worst vision award, but surprisingly good fusion. they are the the most inexperienced in the world's of magic, but they are also the most adaptable, which helps them stay together for longer periods of time. one of the more stable fusions, though prone to worrying at times.

*Corisk: Chara/Connie/Frisk

huge nerd, will chatter on excitedly about the few fandoms the three of their components share for literal hours, and will start signing when they get tired of speaking. most anxious out of the fusions by a small margin

Fren/Stisk: Frisk/Steven

loudest of the fusions, and the second to fuse after Stevonnie. adores almost everyone and everything in their life, and Will Hug EVERYONE. refuses to fight on principle, always carries bandaids because they can be surprisingly clumsy. seen smiling and laughing almost all of the time.

Stara: Chara/Steven

their personalities mix oddly, but surprisingly well. sassiest fusion. best comebacks. gave sans a small lecture when steven found out about him threatening Frisk. much smarter than some would expect. they are very experienced in magic, and are naturally inclined towards using it. may fight you if the situation calls for it, especially if you manage to hurt Frisk or Connie [good luck with that]. likes hanging around Rinn, as the two counter each other extremely well

Stevonnie: Connie/Steven

first fusion involving a human, inspires all the rest. I Love Them So Much GOD. There's not much to write here but y'all know their personality. very stable, can stay fused for awhile, but have never needed or wanted to for more than a year.

Stonna: Chara/Connie/Steven

very quiet as well, though not quite as much as Concha. loves to draw, particularly flowers. likes to sing for Frisk, but would probably be embarrassed to sing on stage [Chara and Connie, really, Steven would be down] and has a beautiful- though haunting- voice, and a very wide range. good with words- though not with writing them down.

Steria: Chara/Frisk/Steven

Very similar to Frennie, though slightly more inclined to do dumb things because Chara is also slightly more inclined to do dumb things. when the dumb things do occur, they tend to be quite catastrophic. has or will probably cause something to explode at some point. when they aren't being chaotic, though, they make a good team and work well together. probably the one who would fall apart easiest, due to both the emotional problems the kids have and the fact that it's three people. Having Connie nearby can help stay calm and under control.

Frennie: Connie/Frisk/Steven

Calmer and more in control then Fren due to Connie's influence. could be found chatting with pretty much anyone- they're very good at socializing, as well as negotiating. Might do ambassador work between monsters, gems, and humans in this form.

and finally,

Staronis : Chara/Connie/Frisk/Steven

the culmination of the four. not the most stable. loves to sing and play instruments, and creates songs on the fly. fluffiest hair in existence. loves themselves a lot, loves other people a lot. tends to switch between talkative and quiet depending on their mood. makes an excellent swordfighter. gives the BEST motivational speeches. all 4 of their components like puns. don't let them make puns because of this- they have four different people to access puns from, and one of them [Chara] has a couple thousand memorized and ready to use already. main reason they tend to unfuse is if one of them gets overstimulated from that many people together. mostly used in serious situations. though the least stable fusion in the group, they are one of the strongest and most stable 4 person fusions known

[someonetoldmeee]

Brightside 1

Oh my Slys I get to share my Mexican culture with y'all , if you have any questions go ahead and ask me! By the way 'Conchita' refers to this delicious Hispanic sweet bread(Search up conchas) I recommend to taste one if you ever see it they are a blessin'!Oh and I don't own the video lol

Chapter 1 title-

I LIVED BITCH 

(ʏ/ɴ) ɪᴛᴜʀɪᴇʟ ᴘᴏᴠ

If I could ever choose between being BrightSide and (Y/N) Ituriel aka the daughter of the evil villain Black Hat, hands down it'd be Brightside. Well if it isn't obvious enough, life isn't so great when being an Ituriel and being me, either. Besides the fact that I literally get ignored by everyone in Bright Lake City, I'm the biggest outcast. Por Dios! Even the outcast, outcast me. Well, there's a few people who just are okay with my existence even if they think I work for my dad secretly, which I don't. You must be asking why I bother protecting them when some are against me but I know deep down or high above they are nice, they just don't know how to handle things like this right, that what my beloved mother told me and I believe it. I've seen people being kind and people have been kind at times towards me! Once an old lady bought me a churro for telling her the directions to a bank! That was nice. Might be a small gesture but not everything small is nothing. So I have taught myself to be a true hero when I discovered my powers. The Black Hat Organization can never know about me being BrightSide! If they did, father would probably use me as his successor for evil.

Not that I ask for much but their is times I wish people would shine a bit of light towards (Y/N) Ituriel. Like that churro time. Well currently I am done with being (Y/N) Ituriel the nerd/geek!

I spin around in my chair seeing all the nice colours of my room. Some decorations here and there amd my comfy bed and all. Posters of other heroes (Even myself posing awesomely I must say.) Life was... not okay. 

Mom...I miss you...I-I.. don't know if I can go on....I..Must be strong for you...

Ring!!!

I get up from the chair, wiping the supposed to be tears. While of course, groaning

I almost tripped on my way but managed to open the door not hurt, but then grow to regret it. 

FUCKING KICKING-OUT-OF-YOUR-APARTMENT-GUY IS HERE!

"Um...uh...Usted es (Y/N) Ituriel?"

"Uh no speak espanol." I said nervously.

"Are you (Y/N) Ituriel?"

( I remember I said this to my sister, she's like stfu yes you do bish)

"......Pas parler  anglais...." I said in French *No speak english

"Êtes-vous (Y/N) Ituriel..." 

"Damn boy, you are very skilled but no. I am not (Y/N) Ituriel I am... Natasha Romanoff." I said putting my hand on my hip.

The guy sighed. "Why do I even bother... Boys get her off."

Well shit...

❽:❶❺ PM

I can't believe I helped them kick me out, or it was probably the fact that I didn't want them to touch my books, posters, hero figurines and etc. Sighed. At least I didn't have much, only the stuff in my room and a small table... nevermind that small table was own by the people. I only had a cup of ramen and my free WcDonalds  cup, that had a hero on it. So I only have two suitcases, a back-pack, and a bag that held 2 important things. I sat on a bench at a lonely and not really safe park. Yeah I can protect myself but I risk my identity, it is now the most important thing to me since, I no longer have what used to be the most important person with me. 

You do have a choice...

"What?"

You could go to you know who...

"Hell no! He is my enemy!"

But that's the only choice you have...Besides you can't live on that dry cup of ramen for the whole day! 

"Oh just you wait! I can survive on this!"

No you can't! It is cold and there is creepy dudes! Besides, you don't have money.

"I ain't listening you stupid thing!"

Bitch please, you're talking to yourself. You'll just end up with paranoia or crazy like now! Or creep people out and be convinced that you are going crazy like Black Hat went!

"Whu-!" I look up to see people staring at me wide eye and creeped out, talking some smack. I just glare but end up ignoring them. 

I sighed. My hand turning into a fist. 

I have to put my selfishness away... If I keep going like this mom wouldn't be happy and I need to be healthy to be Brightside and continue my studies...

I pull out my black flip phone, seeing the very few contacts I had. Then it landed on the last name : Cntbelivimhisspermcell. I breathe deeply and press call, the phone starts ringing.

"Hello, Black Hat Organization. How may I help you?"

"Giving the phone to the demon asshole."

(Time Skip)

Current destination - Black Hat House

"So...are you Black Hat's daughter?" 

I currently have my second, third and the bear in front of me. Did I mention that I am tied up and being held in a dark lab? Yeah It's pretty cold but chill in here.

Lizard lady aka Demencia who has broken my bones and giving me injuries asked me, if I am Black Hat's daughter, when I am literally infamous for being so. I sighed rolling my eyes. I'm even on the news and every where dude.

"Demencia are you always an idiot? Of course she is the daughter of Black Hat Sir!"Dr.Flug said.

"Well if you're intelligent with that handsome brain of yours why don't you let me go, huh?"I told him but then when I realized what I said, I regret it.

THAT'S SOMETHING BRIGHTSIDE WOULD SAY!!!! MALDITA IDIOTA!

Dr.Flug noticed what I said and turn to glare at me while squinting his eyes. Demencia and 505 don't notice this. I smiled falsely. 

"What's with the glare? I got somethin' in my face?"

The glare went away but I could feel the tension between us, thankfully Demencia cut in.

"I guess people who are related to Black Hat are very good looking, huh?"Demencia said in a flirtish tone. Then her eyes turned to hearts. "Imagine the children we would make!"She laughed crazily. 

Dr.Flug just sighed rolling his eyes, saying something under his breath. Demencia then looks at me, leaning in her palm and wiggling her eyebrows.

"I guess I'll try getting one of the hearts of the Ituriel's. Garrrrrrrr!~"

I shiver at this comment.

"I will take this 'love confession' kindly since it is my first but....um."I honestly don't have any ideas on how to reject her kindly, I've never had to deal with a situation like this. Honestly I'm just in pure confusion. Then I thought of a way." Eh..We can still be friends though." I said smiling shyly and blushing.

505 found this adorable some how and 'awed'.

"....This adorableness...IS A MENACE!!!AHHHHH!!!" She lizard her way out. I just sat there confuse.

Finally, Dr.Flug stood up and turned on the lights which took me a while to adjust to. Dr.Flug looked at me. 505 smiled so pure.

"Welcome to your new home, Miss (Y/N) Ituriel..."It sounded so welcoming. I am guessing Demencia must be a real pain.

(Time Skip)

After being untied by Dr.Flug, he started to show me around the mansion(Or house?) I then felt the need to apologize for my attitude because I am (Y/N), somebody that isn't Brightside I also had to clear up the suspicion. I tap his shoulder and look up/forward at him.

"Hey I'm very sorry for how I acted. I shouldn't have been rude, besides it wasn't you who tied me up and tried to go detective on me, haha.''I said scratching the back of my neck nervously. "So, can we start all over again?" I said holding my hand up.

Dr.Flug looked at my hand and calmly shook my hand.

"Hello! My name is (Y/N) Ituriel and you are?"

"Dr.Flug Slys, pleased to meet you Miss Ituriel."

We let go.

I smiled and shake my head. "There's no need to call me Miss, just (Y/N) is fine."

He nodes, I can feel the smile under the bag. 

"I will show you your room."He says.

While we walk around I see many paintings of that demon asshole, it feels like he's watching our many moves. While doing so I hear a voice, a voice of a terrible creature.

"Dr.Flug what is important that you had needed to ca-"Black Hat couldn't finish his words as one of his paintings went through his head. "WHAT!?!?!?!?!"Black Hat looks around to see who it was and when his eyes landed on me his eyes widen.

"I lived bitch."

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Please tell me you guys are enjoying it so far, although there hasn't been much (Y/N) X Dr.Flug action in here, I swear I will update soon my dears!

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