#di jun hang

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[Image description taken from alt: complex movie-poster illustration for "The Grand Turnabout" a Yamazaki Film, the overall composition invoking a chessboard. Alternate images fill the board's dark and light squares: On the individual light squares are lineart portraits of the case's huge cast, while the dark squares altogether instead form one big image: A determined Edgeworth, a scared John Marsh, and a weeping Sebastian Debeste within the form of a hooded red figure. On top of the chess board are evidence and chess pieces of Moozilla, the Grand Tower, a hot air balloon, a knight piece, and a toppled king piece, as well as swirling footprints- of shoes, dog paws, and monster hooves. End Description.]

[Plain text: The Grand Turnabout, for turnabout-cinema. End plain text.]

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THE GRAND TURNABOUT, for @turnabout-cinema 🍿

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[itsnesss]

𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 | hwang jun-ho × fem!reader

summary | you have an unexpected reunion with Jun-ho after believing he was dead

warnings | angst, unresolved love, smut, explicit content, p in v, unprotected sex

word count | 1.7 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me thanks ᡣ𐭩

The road stretched endlessly in front of you. You were a police officer, but at that moment, as you drove down that lonely highway, you didn't feel the rigidity of your uniform or the weight of your job.

Your mind traveled back to the past, to moments you would rather forget. Years had passed since you lost him. Since that night when he simply disappeared and you never heard from him again.

Suddenly, the lights of a patrol car reflected in your rearview mirror. The blue glow made your heart leap in your chest. Quickly, you checked your speed, confirming that you had been speeding. You cursed under your breath.

You stopped the car and parked it by the side of the road. The blue light continued to shine behind you, but something twisted in your stomach.

You prepared for a short exchange, a speeding ticket, something routine. But when the driver's door opened and you looked up, something made you stop.

There he was. In a traffic police uniform.

Hwang Jun-ho.

You couldn't believe it. Your mind went blank for a moment, as if time itself had stopped. He was staring at you, his dark eyes reflecting something you couldn't identify. For a moment, the air between the two of you thickened, dense with the memories of a past that had never completely faded.

"Good evening" he said, his voice as deep as you remembered, but with a tone you hadn't heard before. "Did you know you were speeding?"

Your body tensed instantly, but it wasn't because of the speeding. It was because of the surprise. For the feeling that the past had returned to hit you hard. You didn't know what to say, you just looked into his eyes, searching for a sign that what you saw in front of you was nothing but an illusion.

"Jun-ho…" you whispered, the word slipping from your lips as if it weren't yours, as if you couldn't believe what you were seeing.

He nodded slowly, his expression unchanged, but there was something in his gaze, something that made you doubt everything you had believed. How was it possible that he was here?

"Didn't you expect to see me here?" he asked, his tone now softer, but with a weight of nostalgia that seemed to hang in the air. "You thought you would never see me again".

A knot formed in your throat. You had asked yourself so many times what had happened to him. If he would ever come back. But the pain of the separation, the void left by his disappearance, was still fresh in your mind. And now you had him in front of you, alive, real, and in a uniform you had never imagined.

You didn't know if you had been waiting for this moment or dreading it.

"Why... are you in transit?" the question slipped out almost unintentionally, but Jun Ho cut it off before you could finish it.

"I needed to start over. Change of scenery" His voice became softer, as if the words he was saying had too great a weight to let go.

You stared at him, unsure if you could believe his words. The situation was surreal. How had he ended up here? What had happened to him since his disappearance? The last time you heard from him, it was when they found him adrift in the ocean, almost lifeless, recovering from everything he had endured. But now he was here, in front of you, as if time hadn't passed at all.

"I thought you had... died." The phrase came out before you could stop it.

Jun Ho let out a sigh, his eyes softened for a second.

"Everyone thought the same," he said, with a faint smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "But I survived. And here I am".

The silence settled between the two of them, heavy, full of unasked questions, of unmentioned memories. And in that moment, something inside you broke. Something you had tried to contain for so long. The need to understand what had happened, to comprehend how it had all been. And more than anything, the need to feel it close again.

"I didn't think I would ever see you again," you said, almost like a whisper.

Jun-ho didn't respond immediately. Instead, he leaned toward the passenger seat, his face now just a few centimeters from yours. The proximity made you tremble. You couldn't deny what you felt, what you had always felt for him. The connection you shared, even after everything that happened, was undeniable.

Suddenly, he moved closer, his lips almost touching yours. A shiver ran through your body as you felt his closeness, and the air became thick. The memories, the emotions, everything you had kept inside overflowed in that moment.

Without thinking, you kissed him.

The kiss was immediate, as if time hadn't passed, as if everything were back to how it used to be. The touch of his lips on yours ignited something within you, something you had kept extinguished for years. The spark, the fire you shared, had never gone out.

Jun-ho's hands traced your face, as if he feared you would vanish at any moment. The gentleness with which he touched you contrasted with the urgency in his kiss. It didn't matter what had happened, what had occurred in the past. At that moment, only the present mattered.

The car no longer seemed like a closed space. The connection between the two of them was palpable, almost electric. You pulled away from his kiss for a moment, taking a breath, but before you could say anything, he leaned in again. This time, he was more determined, more firm.

His hands traveled down your neck, tracing the contour of your skin, and a shiver ran through your body. You felt how desire took hold of both of you, how the chemistry that had remained between you hadn't faded with time. It was as if it had never left.

"I've missed you so much," he said softly, as he kissed you again.

Jun-ho's words made your heart race even faster. You felt as if you had returned to the past, when everything was simpler, when there were no distances, when you both shared dreams and promises. But that promise was broken, and now only the shadows of what once was remained.

The tension in the air was rising, and you couldn't stop thinking about everything that had happened between the two of you. But in that moment, the only thing that mattered was him. All you wanted was to feel him close again.

Jun-ho looked you in the eyes, and without a word, his hands began to unbutton your uniform. The desire grew with every second, with every caress, with every touch of his skin against yours.

You moved to the passenger side, sliding over his lap as his hands removed your uniform. You nestled against his chest, feeling his lips kiss your shoulders, while his hands brushed against your bare skin. The touch of his fingers tracing your curves made you gasp.

Jun-ho kissed you again, deepening the kiss, and his hands moved to the back of your body, towards your buttocks. The gesture made you tremble, and you felt something within you beginning to give in. The tension you had held for so long was fading away.

He leaned close to your ears and whispered something, words you couldn't quite understand, but that seemed to promise something beyond that moment. And instead of waiting, his fingers slid between your thighs, searching for the spot he knew would drive you wild.

The caress of his fingers was soft, tempting, as if they were about to make a promise. The closeness of his body, the proximity of his mouth over you, the softness of his fingers on you, it was all as if you were returning to the past. Everything was as if they had never been apart.

Your breath caught when his fingers found the spot. The desire intensified in an instant. The excitement had brought you to a point you didn't want to leave, and the touch of his hand on you was too much to resist.

You moved slowly over his lap, feeling the bulge of his pants against your thighs. The friction was inevitable, but Jun-ho didn't seem to mind. Instead, he moved with me, his fingers slowly penetrating you. The moans that escaped your throat were involuntary, and Jun Ho muffled them with a kiss. The rhythm of his fingers increased, the penetration deeper and more rhythmic. You couldn't hold out much longer.

Suddenly, Jun Ho stopped you. His fingers left you with a softness that made you gasp. But before you could protest, Jun-ho leaned closer to your ear and whispered.

"I want to feel you" His words made you lose your composure completely. The air in the car had become dense, heavy with desire.

I didn't need any more stimulation. Quickly, you took off your underwear and sat on his lap again.

You slid your hand between his pants, caressing his erection. The sensation of his skin, soft and warm under your touch, was all you needed. You slid it down, revealing his erection in all its glory. It was just as you remembered, big and thick, ready to be fucked.

You didn't take any more time to think. There was no more time for that. You moved over his erection, the position of the car forced you to be the one on top, and that was exactly what you wanted. The position of control was yours at that moment.

You sat on him, his erection brushing against the edge of your entrance, but without penetrating. The torture was as good as it was painful. The friction was all you needed to reach the climax, but it was also what made you want more.

Suddenly, his arms enveloped you, and he pulled you towards him. The movement was abrupt, and his erection sank into you in an instant. The penetration was stronger than you expected, but also more pleasurable.

The scream that escaped your lips was involuntary, but the pleasure was undeniable. Jun-ho moved beneath you, pushing his erection inside you over and over again. Each thrust made you tense a little more, made you sit a little deeper on his cock.

The position of the car made sex a bit more uncomfortable, but that was the last thing on your mind. At that moment, all that mattered was the feeling of having him inside you again, feeling his breath on you, having his body in contact with yours.

"Tell me you haven't forgotten me," you whisper in his ear.

The request was simple, but what lay behind it was much more than just words.

"I have never forgotten you," you replied sincerely, your words coming out in gasps. "I will never be able to do it".

Jun Ho smiled at you, his eyes shining in the darkness of the car. His arms tightened around you, and he pushed a little deeper inside you. Your breath caught for a moment, the pleasure rising to a new level.

"Then, tell me that you will always love me" he whispered again.

The words slipped from your lips without thinking.

"Yes, I always loved you. I always will".

Jun-ho smiled again, but this time, there was something in his eyes, an emotion that seemed to shine like fire. His arms tightened around you a little more, and he began to move beneath you again. The position was uncomfortable, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was the rhythm, the feel of his cock inside you.

Their breathing became labored. The pleasure intensified with each thrust, but it wasn't just the sex that made you lose your composure. It was the closeness of having him there, of having him back in your life.

Their breathing became labored. The pleasure intensified with each thrust, but it wasn't just the sex that made you lose your composure. It was the closeness of having him there, of having him back in your life.

When you reached the climax, the scream that came out of you was not just one of pleasure. It was one of liberation, of having released everything you had been holding back for years.

Jun-ho arrived just a moment later, his body tensing beneath you as he came. The warm fluid spilled inside you, and you felt his erection pulsing within you.

Both of your breathing became gentle, and for a moment, there were no words between you. Only the sound of the air moving in the car was audible. Jun-ho gently stroked your hair as you leaned on his shoulder, feeling his skin against yours.

"You won't give me a ticket for having sex in the car, will you?" you joked a moment later.

Jun Ho laughed softly, his lips brushing against your hair.

"No" He smiled in the darkness. "I think you've already paid me in full".

You laughed softly and leaned a little more into his arms.

[tossawary]

The fun thing about Luo Binghe potentially NOT being pushed into the Endless Abyss at the Immortal Alliance Conference, imo, is that he's still a forcibly outed heavenly demon stuck in the middle of the cultivation world after a deadly invasion. There are so many different fun ways to play it.

So, Shen Yuan groggily wakes up and the first thing he sees is that traitorous asshole Shang Qinghua's relieved face and disheveled appearance. Ugh. And then first thing that the An Ding Peak Lord says is: "Wow, and I thought the System hated my ass. It had it OUT for you, bro."

What the fuck.

At which point, Shen Yuan sits bolt upright because what the hell happened? The last thing he remembers is not moving, the weight of the sword in his hand, the thunder of his heart in his ears, not being able to go through with it, hoping against all reason that this was all some sort of sick test and that the System wouldn't really-

"Where's Binghe?" Shen Yuan demands.

Shang Qinghua winces. "About that..."

And Shen Yuan's heart falls because Binghe ended up in the Endless Abyss anyway, obviously. There were apparently two transmigrators all along and neither of them could truly change the story.

"He got arrested for your murder and the invasion of the conference," Shang Qinghua says, scratching the back of his neck. "It was ugly. So ugly. I probably would have died if Liu Qingge hadn't shown up to put him down. The Palace Master is saying that this is obviously revenge for Tianlang-Jun's sealing and Yue Qingyuan has pretty much stopped talking-"

"What."

"Oh, you were super dead, bro, and the protagonist freaked the fuck out. I was there, so he started yelling about why I hadn't done something, irrational with grief and all that, it was pretty scary."

And Shen Yuan can see how a surprise heavenly demon kid would get blamed for his shizun's death and the invasion of the conference. There's nothing that any drama likes better than an innocent person somehow caught red-handed in the middle of an inexplicable disaster.

"Wait, the invasion IS your fault!" Shen Yuan says, pointing an accusatory finger. He feels like shit still, but his righteous, trembling anger is going mostly in the right direction. "Why didn't you speak up-?"

"What, and I was going to admit to that in front of all of those peak lords and sect leaders? Get off my dick, bro."

"I meant blame Mobei-Jun!"

"Oh, yeah. They'd made up their minds, though! And shit got really violent really quickly! Liu Qingge is still itching to kill someone here, you know. Ask yourself why you're not still dead first, huh?"

That's an annoyingly good question. And Shang Qinghua annoyingly answers himself without waiting for an input.

"You're so fucking lucky that I've been here for like forty years now and I have so many useless points. Enough to pay off YOUR debt! They can be transferred, apparently? Be grateful! Anyway, I don't want the vengeful protagonist thinking that I hold any blame whatsoever in you fainting to death there, even if he is locked up in the Water Prison right now, so don't say I did nothing for you, got it?"

"...He's WHERE?!"

"Water Prison. He's going to be put on bullshit trial for the Immortal Alliance Conference and also for existing as a heavenly demon. Keep up, bro. Also," Shang Qinghua says with an urgent look over his shoulder, "you have to back me up when I try to explain to Mu Qingfang and Huang Qingheng that you were only mostly dead, they must have missed something, and I was just hanging around paying my respects when you miraculously recovered. I don't know anything! Ready to go?"

"No."

"Well, that fucking sucks for you. Let's go!"

[gs29]

A Surprising Reunion

Squid Game Master list

It had been years since Jun Ho had last seen his older brother, the man he had once looked up to, before everything had shattered. After all the chaos, the secrecy, and the horrors of the Squid Game operation, Jun Ho had believed his brother was gone. He had watched as his brother fell—believed him dead in that cruel, unyielding game. But now, as he sat in the quiet warmth of his home, his two-year-old son babbling happily in the living room, everything was about to change.

The doorbell rang.

Y/n glanced up from the kitchen where she was busy preparing dinner. The clock on the wall read 6:30, and it was a little odd for anyone to be visiting at this hour. She wiped her hands on a towel and moved toward the door, wondering who it could be.

As she opened it, her eyes widened in confusion.

Standing in the doorway was a man she never thought she would see again. He was dressed in black, his posture commanding, but there was no mistaking the familiar, sharp features—the same eyes, the same jawline. It was him.

“Jun Ho…” The voice was low, almost a whisper.

Y/n froze, the blood draining from her face.

Standing before her was none other than the man who had disappeared, the man whose death Jun Ho had never fully accepted.

The Front Man.

Jun Ho’s older brother, In Ho.

Inside the apartment, Jun Ho was in the living room, playing with Joonie. His heart felt lighter than it had in a long time—life was good. His wife, his son, everything felt like it was falling into place, and yet, he couldn’t shake the nagging emptiness that lingered deep inside him. The loss of his brother had created a hole that nothing seemed to fill. Even after everything, even after all the time that had passed, part of him still felt like he was waiting for some sort of closure.

But he hadn’t expected closure to come knocking at his door.

The sound of footsteps approaching from the hallway caught his attention. Y/n’s voice, soft but with a tinge of something strange in it, echoed through the apartment. “Jun Ho…” she called, her tone faltering.

A sudden tension coiled in Jun Ho’s chest. He stood up, his instincts kicking in. He had no idea why, but something about the way she called his name made him uneasy.

Before he could make it to the door, it swung open, and there stood his brother—alive, standing right in front of him, looking exactly the same as he had when they last saw each other, all those years ago.

Jun Ho froze, his heart stopping in his chest. He blinked, feeling like the ground had slipped out from under him.

"In Ho…" he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper.

The room went silent for a long, agonizing moment. Jun Ho just stared at him, unable to process what he was seeing. His brother was alive. Alive. After everything—the Squid Game, the betrayal, the gunshots—it didn’t make sense. It couldn’t be real.

In Ho looked at him, his expression unreadable, a faint trace of sadness in his eyes. His lips curved into a small, tired smile, as though the weight of the past still hung heavy on him.

“I’m sorry, Jun Ho,” In Ho finally spoke, his voice surprisingly soft. “I couldn’t let you know I was alive. It… it wasn’t safe for either of us.”

Jun Ho’s breath caught in his throat. "But… but I thought you were dead. I watched you fall… I—" He broke off, his mind racing to catch up with the impossible reality in front of him.

In Ho stepped forward slowly, his eyes never leaving his younger brother’s face. "I know. I wanted to end it, Jun Ho. I wanted to disappear, to make sure the Game died with me. But I couldn't—couldn't leave you with that… that nightmare hanging over you. I had to make sure you were safe. So I let you think I was gone."

Jun Ho swallowed hard, emotions flooding him all at once—relief, anger, confusion. He wanted to reach out, to pull his brother into a hug, to shout at him for leaving him alone in that chaos. But his body froze, unsure of what to do.

Finally, it was Y/n who stepped forward, her voice breaking through the haze. “You…” Her hand trembled as she reached out, staring at him. “You’re really here. You’re really alive.”

In Ho’s gaze softened, a flicker of regret crossing his face. "I should have contacted you. I should have told you. But after everything—everything we went through, I thought it was better this way."

Joonie, who had been quietly observing from the corner, suddenly toddled over to In Ho, his small hands reaching up. He looked up at the unfamiliar face with wide, curious eyes. “Papa?” Joonie asked, his voice innocent and confused.

In Ho looked down at the child, his heart tightening. "No, little one. I'm not your papa," he said, bending down to meet Joonie’s gaze. "But I’m your uncle."

The simple words hung in the air, and a quiet, painful understanding passed between the brothers. In Ho had been gone, had been trapped in his own self-imposed exile, and now he was finally back, but the world had changed. Jun Ho was a father now. There was so much time lost, so much to catch up on.

Jun Ho watched In Ho interact with Joonie, his heart conflicting with the warmth and distance that had developed between them over the years. This was his brother, the same man who had once guided him, who had once shared his dreams—who had once taken a very different path.

“I don’t know what to say,” Jun Ho finally whispered, his voice breaking. “I thought I had lost you.”

In Ho looked at him with a somber expression. “I know. I was a coward. I didn’t want to drag you back into that world. I didn’t want to hurt you. I made choices that… I can’t undo. But I’m here now. If you’ll have me back, I’ll do whatever it takes to make things right.”

For a long moment, Jun Ho didn’t speak. His brother had hurt him, had caused him so much pain, and yet… here he was, standing in front of him—alive. And even after everything, even after all the years of uncertainty, a part of Jun Ho’s heart still longed for the connection they had once shared.

Slowly, Jun Ho stepped forward, his breath shaky. "You have no idea how much I've missed you, In Ho," he said, his voice filled with a raw emotion. "I didn't know how to live with the thought that you were gone. But now—now, we can figure this out. Together."

And in that moment, the weight of the past seemed to lift just a little bit. There were still many things to face, many wounds to heal, but for the first time in years, Jun Ho felt like maybe—just maybe—his family could come together again.

Joonie, oblivious to the tension and history that had been tangled between his father and uncle, reached up again, this time pulling at In Ho’s sleeve. “Uncle play?” he asked, his big eyes hopeful.

In Ho’s heart swelled, and he chuckled softly. “Yeah, little one. Let’s play.”

Jun Ho, Y/n, and In Ho—three people who had been separated by the past, but now, perhaps, could begin to heal and rebuild. It was a messy, complicated reunion, but it was theirs. And that, in itself, was enough.

[mymoshangthoughts]

for those of you out there who are, like me, obsessed with the mpreg fish book

li yu, instead of transmigrating into the novel he read, transmigrates to the trashy stallion novel he'd only heard about and didnt want to read bc he's a proud fudanshi dammit and all that straight porn sounded really boring

but now he's in the body of a baby fish demon who cannot yet transform and gifted roughly from the hands of the TERRIFYING mobei jun into the ALSO PRETTY SCARY immortal cultivator shang qinghua, who seems confused that this demon is giving him anything at all

still, the ice demon was COLD AS ASS AND HE NEARLY DIED so he'll stick with the cultivator THANKYOU

his system is malfunctioning a lot tho. it seems to think he's in a different novel and it also seems to fighting with a DIFFERENT system and basically dealing with the system is a headache inducing non-starter so instead he focuses on his life being a peak lords pet fish

except this peak lord is clearly working with a demon and li yu has read enough cultivation novels to know thats not good news. so this guy is prolly a villain? right?? he seems relatively harmless. kind of a hamster-like man who is clearly very overworked and mutters to himself a lot, but not a terrible fish owner so li yu is inclined to like him well enough

anyway, theres also something just.... suspicious about this guy aside from all that. like he could SWEAR that sometimes the guy mutters some modern slang. but also, this novel was pretty well known for running fast and loose with the cultivation setting, maybe it had a lot of anachronistic phrases?

moreso than figuring out whats up with that, li yu is pretty invested in the "will they, won't they" drama happening right in front of his eyes.

because oki the demon lord (finding out the demon was a DEMON LORD was like a scare that took a few years off of li yu's life, THANKS) comes to visit a LOT and hangs out on shang qinghua's bed and shang qinghua seems equally horrified and horny and li yu is left wondering if this is what he's been designated as a fish for. he spent his life observing other peoples romances as a fudanshi, and now his fishy life is much of the same?

which tbh isnt terrible except li yu only has patience for slow burn WHEN ITS FICTIONAL AND THERE ARE TIME SKIPS. while his system is up to fuck who knows and he might spend the rest of his days (or until he's old enough to transform into a fish demon, CROSSING HIS FINGERS THAT HE'S A MERMAID LOOKING DUDE, HE WILL CRY IF ITS THE OPPOSITE) as a lil fishy pet, li yu decides to begin OPERATION: MATCHMAKING FISH PET

bc at this point he ships it and look, he is NOT going to wait however many DECADES this romance might take without his interference (it is indeed pre-canon moshang lolol)

[boozerbooz]

hi John, can i request a hwang jun ho from squid game x bsf!male reader? like he managed to escape from the game in season 1 and alive which he'd thought that he wouldn't make it. And his greatest regret was that he hadn't confessed his love to his bsf!reader soooo he immediately ran to the reader's house to do that. What happened after that i'll leave it to your decision :D

𝐈 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞..

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠'����: 𝐇𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐮𝐧-𝐇𝐨 𝐱 𝐁𝐬𝐟! 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞, 𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫( 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮/𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐢t), 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭

M/n L/n. M/n was a special person to Jun-Ho, especially because they were really close. He didnt expect to see his best friend fight for his life on an island, and in order to survive you'd have to play games. Jun-Ho was absolutely worried about M/n and even scavenged for him before he gave up when he couldn't find you, he thought his friend, the one he loved, had died.

That was until he had seen him escape the island safe and sound, he was suprised at his braveness for even escaping!

During the escape

Your body had been completely running on adrenaline as you ran for your life through the building and had made it outside. You quickly ran towards a dock with a boat on the side and had got on it before you checked if it had any sort of map on it, luckily it did. You had started the boat with the keys on the other seat before you started controlling it through the ocean. You panted as you quickly catched your breath and sighed, your body was still tensed up as you continued riding through the ocean.

What a fortunate man you are, you had made it to the shore of South Korea before you got off the boat and ran to the subway, every person giving you disturbed or confused looks as you ran past them. When you made it to the subway you quickly looked at the map on the wall to see where you were, you then located your house and ran to it. When you made it, you forgot you had locked your door, so you had to go through the back to get in. As soon as you got in, you took a moment to calm down from the adrenaline.

When you were done thanking everything, everyone, hell even gods/God, you grabbed some clothes and a towel to take a shower.

You entered your bathroom and locked the door before turning on the shower with warm water. You quickly hopped into the shower after you finished taking your clothes off.

When you finished your shower, you dried your hair and body before putting your clothes on and looking around your house for your phone. Like the lucky man you are, you had found it and seen the missed calls and texts your friends and family sent you, the person who sent the most was Jun-Ho.

Jun-Ho had ran, just like you did whenever you were escaping the island. He ran fast and carelessly, he was pushing everybody as he ran for you.

He had remembered your house address from when you were kids, always playing and laughing like the close friends you were.

When Jun-Ho made it to your front door, he knocked, and he made sure to knock loudly. If you hadn’t escaped the island, you could’ve died without knowing he loved you. He regretted every tiny bit, all the times he didn’t hang out enough with you, all the times he didn’t help you with anything, all the times he didn’t hug you. All the times he didn’t do anything for you.

M/n had opened the door as he dried his hair with the towel in his hand, his eyes widened as he saw who knocked

“Jun..” You said, the nickname you always called him when you talked to him coming out your mouth like a blessing to him. “Im sorry..” was what Jun-Ho said before he quickly hugged you in his red jacket, you knew where it was from and what it meant, but you didn’t stop him at all. “M/n, Im so sorry, I love you, I love you so much, not just as a friend but something more..” He said, his hands holding you tightly as he cried tears of joy, he was so happy he could see you again.

“J-Jun, calm down, I love you too.. maybe more t-than just a friend..” You say, your voice choking up a bit as you guys continue hugging. After a few seconds, the both of you pull back and Jun caresses your cheek, taking in every detail of your face. You look at his face back as you keep your hands on his chest before the both of you lean in closer, and suddenly you feel his lips on yours. The both of them close their eyes before you return the kiss back, your soft lips against some rough-smooth lips, tasting like vanilla against your lips.

The both of you continue kissing before Jun leads the both of you towards your bedroom, the duo sits down on the bed before the both of them lay on the bed, hugging each other.

“I love you, Jun..” You say, the way you say his name sounding like a fever dream to him, “I love you too, M/n” Jun held you close, cuddling.

THIS IS THE END OF THE FANFICTION ALSO SORRY FOR THE LATE RESPONSE I WAS BUSY AND IM SADLY STILL SICK 😔😔

[straylightdream]

coincidence

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: wen junhui x afb.reader, kwon soonyoung x afb.reader

The second I put my head on your chest she knew, she's got a real sixth sense. Now her name comes up once, then it comes up twice and without her even bein' here, she's back in your life. Now she's in the same damn city on the same damn night

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: coming in april

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞(𝐬): angst, friends to??, romance, smut

𝐚𝐮(𝐬): nonidol

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2k and counting

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cussing, drinking, jun is dumb and can’t let go of his ex

𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: oral (him rec), swallowing, cum eating, make up sex, starts out rougher and ends soft, marking, choking, nipple play, p in v intercourse, cumplay

nicknames: good girl, baby (hers) junnie(his)

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+ nsfw

𝐚𝐧: inspired by the song of the same name by Sabrina carpenter. A crazy amount of people suggested jun for this song. I think I can only write jun when it’s super angsty and smutty.

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- PREVIEW -

Sometimes you question why on earth you can’t fall for a nice guy who won’t break your heart. This time around you thought things were different when you started to fall for one of your friends. Junhui is tall, handsome and oddly funny without even trying. You’ve been friends since college and even share the same friend group. According to your friends you are the perfect match. The only problem is his ex-girlfriend can’t seem to stay away.

“Is there a reason that every time I turn around Lily is showing up?” You sigh reaching for your beer. When the boys asked you to meet them on a Friday night at the local bar you always hang around, you didn’t expect to have the displeasure of seeing Lily.

“It’s because Junhui is a dumbass and can’t seem to let her go.” Seungkwan isn’t one to sugar coat things.

“I thought you and Jun had something going on?” Vernon chimes in.

“We went one date and made out once. Ever since then we have been exchanging flirty text messages. I wouldn’t really say we have something going on.”

“I thought you liked him?” Vernon asked.

“It's a little hard to let yourself fall for someone when they have a clingy ex who has their claws still in him.”

“I thought he and Lily were fully done. A couple months ago he said they hadn’t talked in six months.” Vernon seems just as confused as you are about why Lily can’t stay away.

“Unfortunately Lily got word Junnie might like (Y/N) and now she’s back in the picture.” Seungkwan says.

Looking across the bar you see Lily all up close to Jun whispering in his ear. He seems too intrigued by what she’s saying. How much you wish it didn’t hurt, you can’t help but be hurt.

You’ve been crushing on Jun since before him and Lily broke up. A month ago when he admitted he liked you, you were so happy. You agreed to take things slow. He took you out to dinner and that night you had a heated makeout session in the back seat of his car. You had high hopes for what was to follow. The problem was Jun pulled back a little and you quickly discovered Lily had been texting him. Turns out while you were on your date one of her annoying friends spotted you and Junhui holding hands and decided to let her know.

Jun promised you over and over again nothing was happening with her. That he still wanted to try dating. You told him that night when came over and said Lily was back in town, that if he wanted to make things work with you he had to make sure things were finally finished with his ex.

That was two weeks ago. Things don’t seem to be finished with his annoying ex. You and Jun have still been talking daily, but you’re well aware that he and Lily slept together a week ago. At least you’re pretty sure they did. You had been texting all day and then he disappeared for five hours and texted you back saying his phone died. You’re pretty sure he was with his ex. Seungkwan ran into them later that night, and your best friend informed you Jun was supporting a hickey on the side of his neck.

[plussizeappreciationfics]

Would you write Hwang Jun ho (from squid game)fic with smut

Also you're one of my most favourite writers

I absolutely love your work ❤️💕❤️

Of course my love! Hope you like it!

"Please don`t stop, I missed you so much" you moaned weakly, hanging onto Hwang for dear life, your sweaty body being thrusted deeper into the mattress with every harsh movement of his.

Your toes curled as the knot started forming deep into the pit of your stomach, a delicious knot you hadn´t felt in a very long time. You had thought that your boyfriend had died as his employer had reached out to you to offer his condolences, hours later your boyfriend stood in your apartment with a bullet wound that already had started to heal and a wild look on his face.

He had fallen into your arms and whispered that he´d explain everything to you, why he had vanished for multiple days, but now he just needed you.

"Look at me" Hwang whispered, already staring down at your sweat drenched face while he snapped his hips faster against yours, the tip of his hard cock smoothly pounding against your sensitive spot. The sensation left you breathless as you slowly opened your eyes and let out a loud moan while trying to focus your gaze onto your boyfriend.

"Your my life, I am nothing without you, you hear me?", his words of affirmations were knew to you and made an intense shiver run down your spine as the knot had reached its limit, the tightness deep in your lower stomach becoming to much as your inner walls clenched up around his cock.

All you could do was nod your head while your vision became blurry, the pleasure coursing through your body, the room temperature rising all while you were being fucked so passionately.

Your nails dug into your boyfriend`s shoulders, your legs now trembling as it was finally time. The anger was still rushing through your body but the desperation to be filled up, feel your walls clench and pulsate around your lover´s cock was overwhelming.

"Come with me, I´m all yours" Hwang moaned before he let out a loud groan, followed by your name leaving his lips while he shuddered above you, your orgasm rippling through you so intensely that it left you speechless. You were a withering mess while loud gasps left your parted lips, your eyes clenching shut and your hips desperately riding out the incredible high, all while your boyfriend´s release filled you up, drop by drop.

He gave one final thrust before letting himself collapse on top of you, wrapping his strong arms around your thick waist and nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck, silently thanking heaven that he had made it back alive to you.

[everwhovian]

Thinking abt the ultimate Hwang Inho angst where he lost both Yuna AND Junho, that man would be too far gone after losing everyone

Okay, I will stop you right there cause I can't take it anymore... this is too much. I am in tears!

This is set in the alternative universe in which Jun-ho and In-ho’s wife Yuna get sick at the same time.

(warnings: major character death, In-ho grieving [yes, that's a warning!])

❛ ━━━━━━･❪ ○△□ ❫ ･━━━━━━ ❜

The house feels foreign.

Same address. Same keys. Same rooms.

But it isn’t home.

Not anymore.

Because home was built around two people.

And now they’re both gone.

The scar on his side aches – a dull, angry pulse beneath the bandages, a reminder of everything he’s given.

Everything he’s lost.

He closes the front door behind him slowly, like slamming it might shatter what’s left of him.

In-ho stands in the hallway like a stranger in his own home. His keys are still in his hand, but he doesn’t remember unlocking the door. Doesn’t remember driving here. Doesn’t remember leaving the hospital.

He has no memory of anything after the final flatline.

Yuna’s slippers still sit by the mat. Jun-ho’s jacket still hangs on the hook in the hallway – his favorite one, the blue one with the fraying cuffs that he refused to throw away.

He lets the keys fall to the floor. They hit the wood with a metallic clink, sharp and final. He doesn’t pick them up.

The bag from the hospital still sits by the door. Unzipped. Unused. Useless. Like him.

In-ho walks past it.

He doesn’t touch it.

He doesn’t touch anything.

He just drifts through the rooms, aimless. The silence follows him like a shadow, loud in its stillness. He’s not looking for anything in particular, but part of him keeps hoping he’ll hear a voice – hers, or his. A laugh. A cough. Footsteps. Anything.

But there’s only quiet.

Of course he ends up in the guest room. Not by choice. Not consciously. His feet just carry him there – like muscle memory.

It was never really a guest room... Not to them. Not to him.

It was Jun-ho’s room. Always had been.

The bed is still made. Sloppy, but made. The pillow is dented. A comic book peeks out from under the blanket. There is a hoodie draped over the chair, and a half-empty water bottle on the nightstand.

It looks like he might walk back in at any moment, complaining about the cold, asking what was for dinner, teasing In-ho for something dumb like mismatched socks.

But he doesn’t.

He never will again.

In-ho sinks onto the edge of the bed. The mattress dips under his weight and the closes his eyes.

For one fragile second, he can pretend this is just a normal evening. That Yuna is downstairs, humming in the kitchen. That Jun-ho is coming up the stairs any moment now, asking what’s for dinner or rambling about something he learned at school.

But the second passes.

And it’s gone.

His eyes fall on the photo sitting on the desk. The three of them.

Yuna’s eyes crinkled from laughing. Jun-ho mid-grin, bright and alive. In-ho standing between them, smiling like nothing could ever go wrong.

He picks it up. His hands tremble.

Yuna died first.

It was quiet. Peaceful, they said. The doctors tried everything. But they never found a liver. Time ran out.

She had smiled at him the last time she was awake – smiled and told him she loved him, told him she was proud of him. That Jun-ho would be okay. That he had to keep going.

He had sat beside her bed long after she was gone, her hand still in his. Trying to remember what her voice sounded like when she wasn’t whispering goodbye.

His stomach twists. His scar throbs, dull and heavy beneath his shirt.

He gave everything. His body. His blood. His soul. And it wasn’t enough.

Jun-ho died six days later.

After the transplant. After In-ho gave him the kidney. After all of it.

His body rejected it.

There was nothing anyone could do.

They tried. God, they tried.

In-ho had begged. He had gotten on his knees in a hospital hallway and begged. ‘Take mine again. Take something else. Just don’t let him go.’

But Jun-ho had slipped through his fingers anyway.

He presses the photo to his forehead. His eyes squeeze shut. His jaw clenches.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

There’s no one left to hear it.

But he says it anyway.

Because he has to. Because it’s the only thing he has left to give.

He tries to remember the noise – Jun-ho tapping his pencil against the kitchen table, laughter from the living room, Yuna’s voice drifting in from down the hall, footsteps crossing the floor. He tries to hold onto it.

But the memories are slipping, fading at the edges like photographs left too long in the sun.

He’s terrified to forget.

But remembering hurts too much.

And hurting… hurting is the only thing that still makes him feel real.

Even his stepmother has stopped coming by.

She calls. She leaves food. She begs him to let her in. He doesn’t mean to shut her out. He just… he can’t look at her and see that grief reflected back at him.

He knows what she sees; a man with a scar and nothing left to show for it. A man who chose love, and still ended up alone.

He stays curled forward on the edge of Jun-ho’s bed, fingers loosely wrapped around the photo frame he hasn’t put down in hours.

The weight of it anchors him. Or maybe it’s drowning him.

He can’t tell the difference anymore.

His body folds in on itself. Not a dramatic collapse – just a slow, inevitable descent. The kind that doesn’t make a sound. The kind that’s been coming for a long time.

His forehead touches the mattress.

And he stays like that.

Still.

Because there’s nothing left to say.

No one left to hear it.

Only the hum of the silence.

And the absence that never stops taking up space.

[wangxianficrecs]

Wei Wuxian, worst supervillain by antebunny

Wei Wuxian, worst supervillain

by antebunny (@antebunny)

G, 3k, Wangxian

Summary: Lan Wangji has never met a worse supervillain. He finds this rather remarkable considering that he has, during his tenure as Hanguang-jun, fought quite a large number of villains. Certainly some of them, like Wen Ruohan’s two successors, Wen Xu and Wen Chao, lacked style, as did Su She and Jin Zixun. But what they lacked in style, each and every one of them made up for in sheer villany. Even Wang Lingjiao didn’t hesitate to kick a puppy she saw on the street. The Yiling Patriarch, on the other hand. Well. Mojo's comments: Adorable. Excerpt: It’s on a stormy night that Lan Wangji finds the Yiling Patriarch leaning against the side of a building, deep in some alleyway, clutching his side with one hand. His breath comes out in erratic bursts, and his sopping wet hair runs down his face and his back like ink down a brush. His silver eyes are dull when he sees Lan Wangji land lightly on the paved ground, clear umbrella held above his head, moonlight filtering through the plastic. They barely register shock, or fear, or anything else. The Yiling Patriarch slowly pulls his hand away from his ribs, lets both of them hang by his side. Black liquid drips off his hands like ink onto paper. “Have you ever seen blood in the moonlight, Lan Wangji?” The Yiling Patriarch asks. “It appears…” He lifts his hands. Raindrops pelt his palms, rinsing away the dark liquid. “…Quite black.” Lan Wangji looks at him. The Yiling Patriarch tilts his head back, closes his eyes. He lets rain pelt his face as well, as if it could wash him away. “No one at the prison died,” he says. “There’s that, at least,” the Yiling Patriarch murmurs after a pause. 

pov lan wangji, modern setting, secret identities, superheroes/superpowers, fluff, attempt at humor, light angst, tooth-rotting fluff, crack treated seriously, superhero lan wangji, supervillain wei wuxian

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[bitchlessdino]

Would you like a receipt? Pt. 2

Part 2 of my Valentines collaboration with @svthub hosted by my wifey @wongyuseokie thank you so much for creating this collab, we love you so much. here is part two in case you missed it pt. 1 Pairing: Childhood bf!junhui x working class afab!reader Genre: fluff, slight angst, slice of life, smut Word count: 4.3k tags: mentions of alcohol, adult activities under the influence, second chances, exes to ???, childhood friend/boyfriend!junhui, teasing, unprotected sex, soft turn needy jun, biting Summary: Coming across a grade school ex-boyfriend while you worked a shitty seasonal job around Valentines was not in your 2024 bingo card. author note: finally to my dear valentine @skyechild. it feels like so long since i wrote a fully fledge smut and i'll be producing more. I hoped you've enjoyed it mio, happy valentines day again 💘

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Your relationship with Junhui ended when he abandoned you. 

Of course, you remember him. He is the first guy you’ve ever dated and all of a sudden in the height of your relationship he mysteriously moves away without a trace. You were left in the dust, wondering what it was for him to leave you alone without warning, much less a goodbye. Back then, neither of you had the privilege of owning a cell phone nor any other way to contact each, even so, how would you call god knows who where?

Despite the abrupt and unexplained departure, hope flickers within your tiny eleven-year-old heart; an inkling whispers that you might cross paths again. However, the reality your adult self faces is starkly different from the innocent optimism of your youth. Those hopes of reuniting in fruitful harmony died along with your dreams of living out dreams beyond reality. You know better than that now. However, meeting him again, unexpectedly, reopens old wounds for the same reasons that severed your connection years ago, yet at the same time also opens up new possibilities you have yet to discover about yourself.

“I know you have every right to hate me.”

“What’s there to hate you for? Something came up. That’s fine.”

You busy yourself with your work a day after Valentine's during the lunch hour, which you woefully choose to take. You say woefully once the doors are open and the singular customer you come across is the very man that left you hanging all of last night. His eyes round with guilt, he strides right towards you, and nothing but apologies spill from his lips.

You are usually a person to hold a grudge–with your background of servitude and duty, you have no luxury to–but Jun seems to bring out that side of you. That childish side that you’ve repressed for so long. The kind that hoped their parents would take them to the carnival and pay for overpriced popcorn and cotton candy.

"I understand you might harbor some…resentment towards me, and you have every right to feel that way."

You scoff under your breath. "What's there to hate me for? Things came up, and that's perfectly acceptable."

"It's not fine." Jun trails behind you as you briskly navigate the aisles, replenishing the missing items, all while avoiding his eyes. The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the shelves, and his shadow shades over any shelf you stand in front of–constantly in your line of vision. "I should have given you an earlier heads-up. You waited for me."

You meticulously scan the shelves, your fingers deftly selecting items with practiced efficiency, nonchalantly proceeding with work. "And I went back home; it's okay. Have a good day, sir. Remember, only paying customers are allowed in the store."

Immediately, Jun hastily seizes several boxes of candy, the crinkling of plastic punctuating the sudden flurry of movement. His fingers fumble slightly as he attempts to maintain composure, but the visible tension in his posture betrays his true emotions. He carries the candy with him as he trails behind you, a silent acknowledgment of his disrupted intentions. "I'll be buying these, don't worry."

You expel a loud sigh, the weariness evident in your demeanor, before retreating to the counter. There, you rest your arms against it in annoyance, the cool surface providing a brief respite. "Junhui, you're not buying these."

“Yes, I am.”

A challenging exchange unfolds between you, and Jun leans in, determination flickering in his eyes. You cross your arms. "What will get you to leave?"

“I’ll leave…if you tell me you never ever want to see my face again. That you wish me the worst and you truly want me out of your life.”

You fixate your gaze on him, a long moment passing as you process the weight of his terms and conditions.

“I never ever want to see your face again. I wish you the worst, and I truly want you out of my life.”

A moment of silence hangs heavily, and Jun lets linger longer than it should. “...I’ll be honest, I didn't think you’d actually do it.”

You offer a nonchalant shrug, your face maintaining a stoic expression. "Well."

His smile fades, and he retrieves his wallet with a subtle sense of resignation. A handful of bills gracefully leave their sleeves, and he places them gently on the counter before you. "Then, I'll leave. The candy is for you.”

As he takes tentative steps toward the exit, the atmosphere thickens with unrelieved tension. He can't resist the urge to steal glances back at you every few seconds, revealing the inner turmoil that accompanies his departure. The weight of unspoken words and unresolved emotions hangs between you like a translucent veil, urging you to let him go, yet a lingering hesitation looms in the air.

“I can’t eat all this candy,” you mutter from behind the counter, your gaze meeting his with a blend of understanding and resolve. The subdued lighting from the overhead fluorescent lights casts a muted glow on the scene, intensifying the bittersweet nature of the moment. It's as if the very atmosphere is a canvas, painting the emotional undertones of a strained encounter.

He attempts to suppress a grin, the corners of his lips betraying a flicker of amusement. "Keep them, give them away. Whatever you want." You lightly flick at the edge of one of the candy boxes. The faint rustling of plastic emanates from the candy boxes, their contents cascading over each other in an unstable tower reaching the height of your chin, yet somehow its stands tall.

"You should take some, considering you bought it anyway."

He glances back at the candy, hesitating for a moment before responding. "Then I'll get it later." His hands hover over the door handle, caught in the indecision of departure before a ghost fo a smile appears on his lips. “When I come back.”

The ambient sounds of the store, the soft hum of the air conditioning, and the intermittent creaks of the floor fills the deafening silence. The door handle finally yields to his touch, and the door opens with a muted chime. He steps halfway through, still tethered to the threshold. The quiet rustling of the candy boxes accentuates the pause, and he turns back to you, a question lingering in his gaze.  The fluorescent lights overhead continue to cast their gentle glow, creating a subdued ambiance that amplifies unspoken tension that you tried damn hard deescalating.

A beat passes, and you nod towards the candy. "Okay. When you come back." The words hang in the air as a subtle invitation. With a final nod, he steps out, the door closing softly behind him, leaving you in the quiet aftermath with the candy boxes.

Uncertainty takes residence in your thoughts, including the consideration that perhaps you meant to reunite with Junhui. You still have shattered pieces of your youth, reminding you he has the power to hurt like he’s done before. Yet, a weariness settles in—a weariness with the familiar routine, the predictability that has defined your interactions. Throughout your life, your every move has been strategic, a means of survival for yourself and your family, driven by the imperative to secure their well-being. Maybe it's time to defy convention and take it back to your roots, do what present-day you wouldn’t dare do.

You meet as expected, coming out of your work in your casual attire usually hidden behind an obnoxiously loud candy sales apron, muted in colors that paired well with the night. Junhui stands before you, a bundle of roses–bigger than you’ve ever seen–is hold up with endless ribbon and his iron grip. “A cliche, but I figured you were overdue one. This obviously doesn’t make up for anything–”

“I appreciate it,” you interrupt. “It’s the kindest thing someone’s ever done for me to be honest.”

“Well, good,” he grins, “But I have much more planned.”

It’s funny. The last thing you expect on thursday–the day after valentines–is to be on an helicopter several thousand feet in the air overlooking the town and their handful of buildings in every corner. You look as if discovering color for the first time with the bright lights under your feet looking like stars, insignificant yet blinding where you sat. You glance over at Junhui in shock as he smiles at your amazement, finding you the most profound thing he’s seeing tonight.

Dinner is given, considering that was the original plan, but dinner in the nicest restaurant a town over with a private room to yourselves isn’t. Junhui, stylish in a simple navy button-up and lack of blazer left in the aircraft with no remorse, picks through with chopsticks his perfectly cooked wagyu steaming from the scorchingly deliciously broth that coats it before putting it in his mouth. 

You follow after him, not forgetting to dip rich and decadent flavors the sauce he personally curated for you. Having only ever eaten to survive, you’ve never had hot pot before and Junhui looks as if he’s an expert.

“The way I will miss this every day the moment dinner is over,” you pick up sauce from the corner of your lip with your tongue, a film of umami dancing on your tastebuds. 

“I still can’t believe you’ve never had hot pot before,” Junhui expresses in disbelief. “You have not lived until a molten piece of wagyu melts in your mouth.”

“Yeah,” you softly chuckle knowingly. “Out of my price range most days, if I’m being honest.”

“Right. Just kind of the life I always knew, I hope I get to share it with you more.”

Your eyebrow raises by a fraction. “More?”

An airy laugh escapes from Junhui's lungs as he picks up another piece of perfectly cooked Wagyu and places it on your plate. “More.”

You swallow a lump in your throat, following the delicious gift bestowed on your plate before facing him. You don’t know why your hands are clammy, you’re just having dinner in a restaurant you wouldn’t otherwise know about in another town dropped off in a fucking helicopter. “Jun. I didn’t come here to rekindle a relationship from when we were kids.”

His hands falter, dropping strength as he picks up his food. “I know…I was just. I was just happy to see you.”

“Really? Then why did we part like that?”

“Like what?”

“Without a goodbye.”

A look of resolve washes over his flawless complexion, “…I didn’t expect it either. My parents made it their life’s mission to give me the life that they thought I deserved and wanted. To them, that meant a life without, well, anything short of the best. Whatever made our family looked good.”

You fork through your food, a mixture of curiosity and frustration etched across your face. “You could’ve at least told me.”

“I didn’t know we were going until we flew off. I wish I had, I would’ve stopped that plane at all costs. Come back to this town for work, thinking everything’s changed. Then I saw you, I was ecstatic. Like, a piece of me still left behind in this town.”

You laugh in disbelief. “Jun, you’re joking. I’m not anybody.”

“You were the last real friend I had. The last authentic relationship I had with anyone my age. All business, no pleasure. When I left, I was trained day and night, molded into this perfect model exec. Perfect to continue my family’s business. Well, almost perfect.”

Your gaze lingers on him, unraveling the layers of his confession that starkly contrast with his captivating exterior. His chocolate hair is illuminated by the light of the dangling chandelier, his body is hugged by the luxurious cotton as if it were a second skin. Despite the opulent surroundings, the genuine humility he exudes speaks volumes about his character. He is perfect.

"Well, you seem to be pretty damn perfect from where I'm standing."

He shakes his head, putting another piece of meat on your plate, followed by a piece of shrimp. “That’s far from it. It’s funny you’ve gotten to see it all. Me messing up. I try not to let that happen to often.”

“So Valentine’s Day…it was all because of work?”

He nods, a subtle grimace betraying the weight of his responsibilities. “The one and only dreaded mistress.”

Junhui has worked all of his life until this moment, even in his desperate escape from reality. It’s a weight on his shoulders, constantly beckoning at him for his attention, and somehow having their vice grip on his collar. He knows it's unhealthy, but it’s all he’s ever known. All the socialite dinners, the charity events, the several hours long meetings on a daily basis. It’s the life he has always lived. 

Then comes you, someone a sight for sore eyes. Age obviously has had its way with you but it did not rid you of your grace or gentle gaze. You had that look even young. Someone who only spoke of kindness and sincerity, even now with him, who stood you up hardly 24 hours ago. He could at least make up for it. He wasn’t sure if it was to you or himself.

The clinking of silverware against plates punctuates the conversation, the atmosphere heavy with the unspoken. The restaurant buzzes from the crack of the door, oblivious to the palpable remorse for a relationship–even friendship–that cease to exist in your private room.

“She isn’t good to you?”

“She’s…demanding. Do you remember when that kid Wonwoo stole your juice box without looking and every day after for the rest of the year?”

You scowl, recalling the glasses-dependent little boy. "What a brat. I couldn't stand him."

Jun laughs, sensing the lightheartedness in your tone. “Kind of like how he stole something you love, your favorite apple juice, that’s what work has done to me: stolen my happiness at the end of the day. It’s…exhausting.”

“I understand that. I’m in a similar situation. Working to live is what all we can do nowadays.”

Junhui holds up his drink for you to clink. “Fuck adulthood, am I right?”

You grin, lifting the glass. “Let’s not talk about work then. To live the night to the fullest.” Your cups clank and you drink your first of many glasses of wine of the night.

You end up relearning about Junhui, hearing about his likes, dislikes, dreams, and what he’d do if he wasn’t him. It’s strange. You don’t go on dates but here you are with Junhui, one of the most interesting men you’ve ever met and you’re enjoying yourself. You’re enjoying his presence.

Perhaps you’re enjoying it too much.

Your work clothes find themselves on the floor, your arms dangling from from his taut body to feel the tension of his muscles gather your flesh in his grasp. 

How did you get in his apartment? You swear up and down that you had just been in the restaurant.

You gasp as his lips find your neck, cascading kisses over your skin and his hands find the fullness of your thighs. Your hands run through his hair with reckless abandon, tugging from the root and breathing against his ear. You feel a shudder run down his spine and he lifts you off the ground, wrapping your legs around his waist as you’re enveloped in soft giggles.

You utter his name in a heated whisper, feeling the friction of his bulge against the plush of your stomach. You grasp his face, looking into his eyes that were blown out from lust, and trace over his features wordlessly. A hint of a smile creeps against his mouth before reuniting with you in a liplock, softly giggling against your lips.

“You taste like wine,” he presses a tender kiss, “I like it.”

“You’re just a little drunk,” you sweetly respond, squealing as you meet with the cushion of his mattress adorned in the most lush sheets. His playful gaze peers over you in piqued interest, kneading into your flesh as he ravishes your body, eliciting moans that delight him to the point of hardening.

You feel it swelling under your palm and you find yourself smiling, drunk on not substance but fantasy, as in this moment, it feels like you are living in a dream. At this moment, you’re not working multiple part-time jobs to make ends meet and send money to your family. You’re living. There's no pressure, only bliss; and right now, bliss is being in Junhui’s touch.

His clumsy yet gentle hands strip you to your skin, slipping you out of your straps and embracing every inch of your body. You reciprocate, roaming his body in light strokes, taking him by his hips. 

“Are you sure about this? Are you sure about me?” Junhui cautiously asks, fingers threading through your hair.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” you respond, voice laced with ease.

You extend your arms, beckoning him to come closer, but you sense the tension in his muscles. Worry graces his eyes as he hesitates, and he voices his uncertainty, saying, "I'm not sure if you are."

“Junhui…” your hands caress his arms, goosebumps pebbling his skin. “I want you so bad.”

“I want you too.” His legs anchor on either of your sides, towering over you. “I don’t think I wanted anything—anyone as badly as I want you.”

His words sober you up, oxygen stolen from your lungs. Your lips parted for nothing to come out, a wordless ponder in what he had meant. You slip off his grasp with his gentle release, his head bowing down in view. “But I shouldn’t do this. Not in your state.”

“But—“

“I shouldn’t have even gotten this far, but I’ll be holding myself back from now on.”

He picks himself up, and the draft immediately hits your flushed skin. He picks up your abandoned clothes and tucks them under his arm before making his way to a wardrobe. He pulls out a set of silk pajamas and sets them at the end of the bed. “I’ll wash your clothes and you can sleep in these. They might be a bit big, but they’ll be comfortable.”

You’re speechless as he walks away, disappearing behind the heavy door of the bedroom you’re left alone in. You weren’t sure how to feel. Unwanted. Betrayed. Disappointment. However, sleep offers no time for deliberation, and the amalgamation of fatigue and alcohol becomes a potent concoction for slumber. Lost in the enveloping darkness, your body succumbs to the overdue rest. Resolving to deal with it in the morning, you surrender to the oblivion of sleep.

It’s a morning unlike any other, starting with the fact you decide not to be at work today like you should’ve been, but you’d soon regret that later. That thought is interrupted by Junhui bringing you breakfast, setting it on the bedside table to take the space by you. “Did you sleep well?”

You slowly nod, emerging from the sheets you’ve found temporary comfort in. 

“I left you some hangover medicine, just in case.”

“Thanks, Jun.”

“And I’m sorry for leaving you here by yourself. I wasn’t sure if I could handle being alone with you in a room.” He shifts in bed, weight dropping deeper into the mattress. “I’m glad I stopped things before we–I did something I’d regret.”

“...I wouldn’t have regretted it.” The bed sheets fall past your thighs to reveal your bare legs, cool air brushing against your warm flesh. You notice how his eyes lower to your exposed skin, his hand visibly tingling with urge. 

Words hitch in Junhui’s throat before he clears it, speaking as he averts his gaze. “Still. That would’ve been a very, very bad idea.”

"That's very considerate of you," you say, inching closer to him. “Wish you were considerate enough to wake me up early enough to go to work, though.”

Guilt sweeps across his features, he releases a soft chuckle of disbelief. “I skipped out on work too. Guess we’ll both be in some load of trouble.”

“Best we make it worth it, right?” 

Food would not saite the hunger in your body. It craves much more than it can offer. Junhui only knows half an idea of what that is.

You quickly pick up where things were left off from last night, finding yourself topping over him with purpose, meeting his lips in a feverish frenzy, and finding that sense of abandonment. Junhui, lost beyond comprehension in your heat, takes only a split second to compose himself and undo his clothes as you undo yours. Warm familiarity swells his chest touching your skin as his fingers dig in your hips. He sighs against your lips and all he can think about is making up for lost time.

“Gosh, you’re so big, Jun.” Your hand runs along his shaft, gliding it against the slit of your heat. Jun inhales, latching around your vicarious wrist, catching the subtle darkness in your eyes that halts the saliva running down his throat. “C-condom?”

“I’m safe. Don't worry,” you let out, a sultry laugh to follow.

“I figured, but the other thing?”

“I’m protected from that too,” you whisper, grinning. “Anything is on the table.”

His face reminds you of strawberries and cream, sweet and red. He lowers his gaze timidly, unable to suppress his smile, almost too precious not to bite into. Almost.

You press his cock between your folds, letting your heat melt around him and you mewl over his size. He softly moans caressing your shape and letting you have control as your teeth nip at his shoulder. The cushion of your thighs crushes around his body in an iron grip, working him between your walls. 

You lift your upper body for display, kneading your breasts that’s used to the constant confinement of a 12-hour work day before guiding Junhui to join you. Eagerly, he follows, feeling your flesh spill through his hands, your nipples growing stiff as he twists them between the pads of his fingers. Stars in his eyes, he instinctively thrusts up you, and stuffs his cock deeper back in you, watching the plushness of your body land safely back into him.

You stumble to maintain your form, utterances of religion on your tongue. You lick your lips and latch to every inch of his throbbing hunger. His name comes out in choked breaths, complimenting him without the prestige vocabulary, and you grind into him until he disappears inside you. Your eyes flutter in contentment, the kindling fire in your abdomen burning a bright glow.

“Shit…”

Junhui a hand claims the back of your neck, pushing your head down until he meets your lips once again. It’s so gentle yet lustful, almost like love, but you know to suspect otherwise.

In an instant, he flips you on the bed, landing you on your side. Your body, experiencing too much ecstasy to protest, allows Junhui to take reign and is pleasantly surprised with his choices.

“I swear I have more self-control,” He defends before his hand gingerly makes its way between your legs, and the pads of his fingers find your clit in a sensual caress. “Just…just not today.”

Your arousal creates a film of sex on his fingers, building pleasure as his cock regains his paces, fucking into your steady, controlled rhythm. It’s delicious, tantalizing, and makes your back arch at every thrust, but you know he’s holding himself back. You know there’s more in him. 

“More, Jun…”

“Too…soon…”

He bites his grunts into your side, sandwiching you between him and the mattress, and he ruts into you only a fraction harder. His patience has you desiring for more, compelled to lure him into a drastic reveal of his inner demons. Your head turns to him, eyes oozing in need and conviction, and you softly jut out your lip to plead. “Please, Jun…”

“I’ll cum…too soon…” he whines.

You force your hand, then your hips, slamming back against him, needy and desperate. It's filthy with the look in your eyes, the bounce against his lap, the blood rushing over Jun’s whole body down to his disciplined cock. His length runs along the slick of the walls, the walls that feel only narrower as he grows bigger. He swears under his breath he can’t take it, fucking you loud and clear until the clash of your skin was comparable to the sound of drums. 

Before Junhui is determined to savor every thrust, now he only wishes to seek a newer form of enlightenment in every inch of your body. Your hands ball into the sheets, gaining a foundation, and your eyes start to roll back into your skull, now you savoring every hasten jerk of his hips. No longer delicate and kind, but relieving yet electrifying. 

You embrace every corner of him until your climax explodes like a bomb, traveling to all parts of your body and you can no longer recall where you are. Your legs spasm, toes curling, hips writing, and it doesn’t stop. Not for a while.

Junhui hardly notices as he’s lost in his own pleasure, your swollen clit between his fingertips. Your voice muffles as it falls against the sheets, although he expects them to be incoherent as he is now with only sex on his mind. 

Eventually, his gut tightens, a surefire sign that it would soon enough come. His arms crush around your body as he lifts you against him. He pounds deep and hard into you, your pleasured sounds of ache growing smaller as his thrust does, and he floods every ounce inside you. He hears your shattered breath against his ears, unearthing his own before his body limps and falls over on the bed.

Both of you needed escape for your own reasons, reasons being much similar than you realize. Now all that left is breakfast, and the ponderance of what’s to become of this after. One suspects more to come, seeing this as only the beginning of something different, maybe even good. The other is ready to face reality, go back to daily routine, and do what’s needed to be done.

Unsurprisingly, you are the latter.

[fishsticksloser]

rottmnt babies an casey jun. with an s/o who died in a fight but somehow got resurrected like a week later and just shows up at the lair?? s/o only remembers dying and then waking up a week later

Resurrected!Reader

RotTMNT & Casey Jr. x gn!reader

Warnings: death, resurrection, grieving, in a different style than normal... {CC} = Character of choice

A/N: So so sorry for the late post again... My internet went out due to a storm last night and I couldn't post. So here we are! Join my discord server to stay up to date on things! And hang out with likeminded people. :)

You had died in a fight

{CC} was heart broken

They all were

Raph and Casey would train themselves into the ground

Trying to fight their emotions out

Mikey would pain something in your honor

Donnie would lock himself in his lab

And Leo... He'd curl up and watch his favorite movies

Then one day {CC} heard the security alarm

He checked the cameras and saw... You?

He does a double take

Yep, you're standing at the door of the lair, looking more alive than he last saw you

Of course that wasn't very hard

He drug you to the med bay to be checked out

You weren't even injured anymore

You were deemed perfectly healthy

And that's when the questions started

Raph wouldn't even get through the first question before you're wrapped tight in a hug

Mikey would cry through the questions before tackling you

Casey stayed fairly calm, I mean he's already somewhat been through it before

Leo wouldn't be able to talk, just stare at you in awe

And of course, Donnie, a man of science, had to ask you every question under the sun

[kitsunexgari]

Chapter Six Summary: Galina Montanro, a nurse and reluctant heir to an Italian Mafia family, accompanies her boyfriend Lucas on a dangerous errand to a deserted warehouse in New York’s Chinatown, only to be thrust into a violent confrontation when Lucas doesn’t return as promised. As she infiltrates the warehouse to rescue him, Galina is captured by the Korean mafia, led by Hwang In-ho, who orchestrated the ambush as a calculated move to use her as a bargaining chip against her powerful father. Trapped and handcuffed in an unfamiliar location, Galina faces an uncertain fate, grappling with the harsh realities of her family’s criminal ties and the slim hope of rescue. Tags: Kidnapping, Hostage Situations, Mafia-type behavior, Organized crime, threatening language, death, blood, gore, bodily harm, extreme dub-con/non-con elements, oral sex, blow jobs, slapping, non-consensual drug usage, explicit language, gunshot wounds, definitely inaccurate medical care because I’m not a nurse. Notes: Please read this chapter with caution because it does get rather brutal. This story is not meant for anyone under the age of +18 and contains very dark elements. You’ve been warned. Additional Information: The character named as Seo-jun in this story is The Salesman/Recruiter (however you refer to him) I just thought it was much easier to give him a name. If you’re reading my other fic, Deep Cover, you’ll already know this part. Thanks for your understanding. Tag List: @indifitel661

Previous Chapters: [Chapter One][Chapter Two][Chapter Three][Chapter Four][Chapter Five]

It wasn’t long before they were in their guestroom for the night, or however long they were supposed to be staying there. Neither Zver nor In-ho had made that clear. She was pretty sure that moving around like this had to do with keeping her father off their track. However, if what Lucas said was true then it wouldn’t matter since they’d be able to see where they were anyway. If that was the case then she really just would need to hang on another day or two before help would arrive. It was unlikely they would kill her because she was their greatest bargaining chip and if she died then her father would have nothing to lose. It was mutually assured destruction. The same couldn’t be said about Lucas. She was well aware of that but she didn’t know if they were. 

She stood by the door to the new room as she watched In-ho walked around and check everything. He has motioned for her to be quiet and stay where she was, which she did, and it wasn’t comfortable with her outfit being soaked and her wanting to take a shower. Her best guess was that he was checking for bugs or cameras. The problem with that was the room was huge, more of a suite than just a room. Where she currently stood was more of a living room or lounge area. The actual bedroom was through another door. 

When it seemed like In-ho was satisfied with the first room not being bugged he grabbed her arm and pulled her into the bedroom. There he shut the door and locked it then went about doing the same thing. She sighed and watched him, since she really didn’t think it mattered if they were being watched or not. Why did In-ho care anyway? He was obviously trying to make this partnership with Zver happen and she didn’t have a say in it either way. It was interesting to watch him, though, checking places that she wouldn’t have ever thought to check, even if she wasn’t completely new to this sort of thing. Finally, he came over to her and put a hand on her arm. 

“Everything is clear. Go take a shower.” He said and motioned to another door. Just like back at In-ho’s estate she had to assume the bathroom wasn’t bugged but even if it was she didn’t care. The Russians were probably going to do far worse to her than watch her take a shower or us the toilet. She slipped her shoes off then headed in there to get cleaned up. At least that was something else she could focus on at the present moment instead of internally panicking about what was probably going to happen in the future. 

The water was as hot as she could tolerate while she cleaned herself off. She also stayed in there for much longer than she thought she would be allowed. Maybe In-ho didn’t really care at that point, which was weird if he didn’t but it was possible. When she was done she got out and frowned as she saw how short her hair was in the mirror. This was going to be a nightmare, that was for sure. Grabbing a towel, she wrapped it around her waist and then headed into the bedroom. In-ho was on the bed lazily flipping through channels with the remote he held in his hand. 

“What was that you were singing in there?” 

“Huh? She was surprised that he’d even heard her since she wasn’t really trying to be loud about it and the water should have covered her voice. “It Can’t Be Wrong, not sure who originally sang it but I know my father like the Frank Sinatra version and I’m fairly sure he wasn’t the original.” 

“You know Sinatra?” 

“I know my father plays him a lot and I know he said the recording he had of that version of the song was very rare but I mean, considering who he is, he has a lot of rare stuff.” She shrugged, “Does it matter?” 

“No just, I like your voice.” 

“Thanks, I guess, not sure how well you heard it.” She laughed and sat down on the bed wondering if she was just going to have to be in a towel or completely naked until someone came in and gave her more clothing to wear. 

“What you said tonight at dinner, about Zver and his men, that was all true?” 

“What motive would I have to make it up?” After looking around she realized that she didn’t have any other option of any place to sleep other than on this bed with In-ho. Thankfully, it was a very large bed so she was able to get under the covers on the very far side and lay down. As exhausted as she was from the events of dinner and the emotional toll of seeing Lucas treated like that she wasn’t sure she was going to get to sleep any time soon. She didn’t think In-ho believed he’d sleep either. Not with how he was flipping through the channels on the TV as she closed her eyes. 

“Why did you save him?” 

She had been on the edge of drifting off to sleep when he spoke again. Though her eyes opened she didn’t feel fully awake either, just barely enough to be able to understand him and consider what he was asking. It took her a moment to realize that he meant Seo-jun. She yawned and closed her eyes again. 

“I’m a nurse. It’s my job.” 

“After what he did to you though-” 

“I’m not God I can’t say who deserves to die and who doesn’t. I’m just a nurse and all I know is that I became one because I was tired of my father causing death so I learned to prevent it. For the most part.That’s all your kind does. My father, Zver, whatever the Korean mafia is called. I thought maybe if I could be the one to save a life instead of take it I could make some difference. Didn’t matter who it was or where or why just that I wasn’t adding to the destruction.” She muttered, only half awake, hoping that what she was rambling on about made sense. There was a long pause and things fell silent again. Only the background noise of the TV could be heard as she started to drift off. She was almost sure she heard him say something right before she was out. Something like, I owe you one. 

She was woken up the next morning by In-ho who was shaking her arm. She groaned, not wanting to face another day of this horrible nightmare and opened her eyes to look up to him. He was holding out a plate of food to her. Real food. A full plate. Eggs, bacon, sausage, toast with butter. She blinked a few times and sat up. 

“For me?” 

“Yes, take it and eat it before they get back.” 

“So then it wasn’t for me.” 

“Stop asking questions and do what I say.” 

She took the plate from him and picked up the fork then she started to shovel food into her mouth like crazy. It was very tempting to tell him that she really hadn’t asked any questions and had only made statements but it didn’t matter. She knew what he meant and he just didn’t want to confirm she was right. If she’d heard what she thought she had the night before, she really hoped that him giving her a full plate of food for breakfast wasn’t what he thought would make them equal for her saving Seo-jun’s life. She finished the food quickly and held the plate back out to him. He handed her a glass of orange juice which she chugged as fast as she could. 

“Thank you.” 

“Don’t. Not yet.” He took the glass back and she watched as he walked over to a table in the room. There was another plate there but it was empty. It was anyone’s guess how much it may have had on it before but she was thinking it was probably what was meant to be her food and he’d eaten that instead. There was a knock on the door a few moments later and a pretty woman in a maid’s outfit came in to take the tray with the empty plates. In-ho shut the door behind her and took in a deep breath. 

“He’s going to want you at the club tonight.” 

“What club? His club? Isn’t that a bit dangerous?” 

“For who?” 

“People might recognize me.” 

“He doesn’t intend to have it open for ordinary patrons, just VIP guests.” 

She nodded and supposed that made sense, but there was no use fighting it anyway. Hell, it may even make it easier for her dad to mount a surprise attack on them to get her out of there. Though that wouldn’t also solve the problem of helping Lucas because she doubted they were going to take him to a strip club to have around. 

“I’m guessing he is going to want me to dance. You should tell him I’m not very good at it. I may have been to strip clubs that my father owns but I’ve never done it myself. Do you think even if I wanted to my dad would have ever let that happen?” 

“No.” He shook his head, “But I don’t think your skill matters as much as the novelty of having you captive for his friends to watch as he puts you on display.” 

“And you? You’re going to be there?” 

“Yes, he expects it of me.” 

“Great. Well, tell them to do something about my hair first because it looks terrible.” She sighed then laid down and rolled over again. The idea of doing all of this made her sick to her stomach but there would be much heavier consequences if she tried to fight it or was stubborn. She had to do what she could to minimize injury so that if the time came, or when, she would be able to get herself out of this mess. She heard the door to the bedroom open then shut again a moment later. Was he really going to go talk to Zver about her hair? She didn’t have much time to consider it because with a full belly of nice food it was much easier for her to fall asleep again. 

An unknown amount of time passed before she was woken up a second time. This one was far more abrupt and consisted of Zver yanking her arm and pulling her out of the bed so she collapsed to the floor. It nearly knocked all of the air out of her lungs and she had to gasp in some air a few times before coughing, then glared up at him wondering how much of that was even necessary. 

“You. You go with Natasha.” He motioned to the door where a woman was standing. She was also dressed as a maid. She opened her mouth to ask why but saw Zver’s hand twitch and knew if she said anything other than yes, sir she’d probably get hit. Instead she just nodded and got to her feet. By that point the towel was completely off of her and she was naked but she didn’t care. Even if she didn’t have a clue what Natasha was taking her to or intended to do with her she figured it was better than going with Zver somewhere. 

She followed the woman through the house, getting looks at the other men there as they walked. She just glared back at them but didn’t say anything, not knowing who may have the authority to hit her or not if she was a smart ass. After what seemed like an obscenely long walk through the huge house she found herself in what looked like a dressing room. There was a large vanity with a mirror, makeup kits, and even an area for wardrobe. Natasha motioned for her to sit in the chair by the vanity. She sat down and then sighed watching as Natasha picked up a brush and a pair of scissors. It was looking like Zver had agreed to do something about her hair after all. 

The process was tedious, annoying, and a bit painful. The first part wasn’t too bad, her hair was styled in a more feminine way for how short the cut was. She didn’t love it but she definitely appreciated it more than she had after it had been cut with a knife. After that, it was dyed blond, which took maybe two hours to get to the color that they were supposed to get. That was, to her understanding. If Natasha spoke English she wasn’t doing very much of it properly and there was the implication that there wasn’t to be any talking. 

The worst part about the entire process was the hair extensions. Since she’d always had long hair before that point she’d never really gotten them done. Not beyond maybe adding in a few clips for volume or color for an updo or special occasion. This was entirely different. These extensions were sewn into her hair and close to her scalp. It seemed to take forever and she was faced away from the mirror the whole time so she couldn’t even get a good idea of what they looked like. Natasha took a few breaks in between this and she didn’t dare to check and see her reflection either. She estimated it took two or three more hours at least to get this completely done and then there was the makeup. 

That part was a lot more relaxing and less tedious than having someone sew hair tightly to her scalp. Though she could see the colors that were being used for her eye shadow and lipstick, and were definitely not colors that she would normally use for herself, she still didn’t know about the hair. Other than it was very long and it felt very real. It was only when the makeup was done did Natash work on her hair, brushing it out and styling it a bit. Then she grabbed a purple lycra two piece set from the nearby rack. 

“You wear this for show.” Natasha said as she dropped the outfit onto her lap. It was a top piece which was a crop top that went off the shoulders with long bell shaped sleeves and the rest was a long skirt with a slit up one side. Under it she found a matching thong. 

“Spasibo.” She said, though her tone was very sarcastic, it was one of the few Russian words that she actually knew. Natasha just rolled her eyes. 

“Get dressed. Now. I get shoes.” She left the room and Galina sighed. It was easy to get the clothing on since it was for strippers and meant to be taken off quickly anyway. When she had everything in place she finally turned to look in the mirror. She gasped at what she saw in the reflection. She couldn’t have looked more like her mother, which had to have been done on purpose. The only real difference was that her mother had a lot bigger boobs than her. That was about it. Their faces were the same, lips, eyes, nose, everything. It was why she didn’t keep her hair blond. The comments about how much they looked alike were bad enough when her hair was red. She wanted to scream and start smashing things but she knew that if she were to have any sort of extreme reaction to this then it would only amuse Zver, or even worse, make him think he was getting to her. He definitely was but the last thing she wanted was for him to think that. She took a deep breath and sat back down in the chair, waiting for Natasha to get back. As long as she could avoid looking at her reflection again she should be able to hold it together. At least, that’s what she was praying for. 

Before Natash could come back Zver came into the room. He offered her something to help her relax. Though she had considered asking him what she needed to relax for she figured this was him trying to be nice and questioning it would more than likely get her nothing at all. Whatever they were making her so pretty for couldn’t have been good so she took the two pills he held out to her with a few gulps of water. She hadn’t had time to study what they were too much but she’d seen pills like this before since she was a nurse. They were percocet. Two would give her  decent buzz and keep her chilled out without actually blacking out and that’s what she wanted. She wondered if it was In-ho’s idea or rather if he had done something to help arrange this for her comfort. If he had then it meant he also knew what was supposed to happen to her at this club. He didn’t say anything else to her before leaving and about a minute later, Natash was back with the stripper shoes she had to wear. 

By the time they were in the back of the limo heading into the city to get her to this club she was feeling a very nice buzz. It was a bit sedating but not to a point where she couldn’t fight back if she wanted to, that or talk back which would be the more likely thing to happen. In-ho and Zver were talking about something but she just let herself zone out and enjoy the music that was playing. She doubted they were discussing anything in front of her that would also be helpful to her trying to escape. The ride into the city took about an hour and though she did her best to look at and remember signs that they passed she realized as they were pulling her out of the limo she couldn’t recall a damn thing, other than the sign for the turnpike and New York City. 

She was brought in through the back of the club and sat down in a chair. One of the strippers there, who introduced herself as Bambi, touched up her makeup then told her to stay put. She nodded. 

The music there was slightly better than the music in the car, mostly because it was in english and it was 80s rock ballads that she preferred so much more than the weird russian pop music that Zver had probably wanted to listen to on the trip. She wasn’t sure how many songs had played by the point that all the strippers came in there and started to pack up their things. None of them spoke to her or even looked in her direction. She didn’t try to talk to any of them because she didn’t want them to get in trouble but it was pretty obvious that the club was closing down. The clock on the wall said it was only midnight, though. She got annoyed realizing she was very hungry and had only eaten breakfast that day. It would have been less than that had In-ho not swapped his plate for hers. 

Once things had gotten more quiet in the club, even though the 80s music was still playing as it seemed to be on some kind of playlist, Zver came back there. He grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet. She swayed a bit on shaky legs and blinked a few times trying to fight her drug induced haze to look at him properly. 

“You go out there. You dance. You not stop until we say. Understand?” 

“Yeah but I’m not going to be good at it.” “No one care how good you are.” He started to pull her out with him, down some stairs and into a backstage area. “Go on, do it now.” He shoved her through a curtain which pushed her directly onto the stage. She stumbled and almost fell before she was able to grab the pole in front of her and catch herself. As she did, she could see In-ho sitting in one of the booths near the stage. There were a few Russian men around and Zver joined that table shortly after. The club was fairly dead other than maybe ten or fifteen random guys in obnoxious suits that screamed they were Eastern European if they wanted them to or not. The DJ announced her like he would announce any other stripper and the song Here I go Again by Whitesnake started to play. She took a deep breath and started to dance like a stripper as best she could. Hopefully it would be good enough that she wouldn’t earn a punishment but she had a feeling that this dancing was the least humiliating thing she’d be doing for them that night. 

[sillygoofyqueer]

TCGF/NPAB AU where Pei Ming actually dies in his final fight as a mortal. Not against Rong Guang, but against Jun Wu, just after his ascension. In my personal headcanon, a god is a bit weaker and not fully immortal after they've just ascended, considering that this is a completely new form and they're caught off guard, so Jun Wu - trying to eliminate a threat before it becomes an issue - gets him while he's down. So, Pei Ming dies.

Of course, he comes back. Dead and kicking, like a vicious little ghost. Instead of Hua Cheng being the next Ghost King after the White Clothed Calamity, Pei Ming takes on that role (haven't decided a fancy title yet). Zhao Beitong may see a son in him, but she sees a warrior. He is the first ghost who refuses to forget her. He stares her dead in the eyes and downright refuses to be consumed so that he cannot forget her. Even if he forgets her name, he will not forget her. She is such a brave warrior, the only martial god he would ever respect. He is a general, and he kneels to her.

He's not really all about that Revenge Lifestyle™ and ends up hanging around Gusu, the site of his ascension, listening to the tales spun of the General who never wanted to be a God, the one who spurned his Godhood and now wanders, looking for someone worthy enough to fight him.

After Mount Tonglu, he just kinda hangs around, reconnecting with Yushi Huang earlier on because, welp, he's dead, the worst she can do is kill him again. He has no idea what the hell happened to his ashes (Jun Wu thought he scattered to them, but a certain Heavenly Official watched this mess occur and caused a massive distraction that allowed her to replace the body with a duplicate) and frankly, he doesn't really care. He's just waiting for something interesting to happen (preferably for the Heavens to crash to the ground, but he's not picky).

Because he ascended before death, he can still receive prayers after death. People speak of the General who spurned godhood, but one who still helps out those who beg for it, becoming a terror to those within his own realm. Ghosts fear him just as much as the gods who hunt them, and he is perfectly content with that. He never touches a sword after his death. He lives peacefully, learning to fight with other weapons, making his own armour and practicing just...living. Ironic that he had to die to learn how to do such a thing. He doesn't get involved with anything.

He listens to the rumours of the God-Pleasing Crown Prince from Xianle, sympathy seeping through him as everyone talks of the awe-inspiring legend, being one of the only people to see it as it really is: a soon to be tragedy. That doesn't stop the sympathy from crawling through him at the tales of how Xianle has been hit with a terrible plague along with a war, how the Crown Prince descends from the heavens to help his country, and the eventual demise of his kingdom. The tales of the White Clothed Calamity. The Crown Prince being banished from the heavens without his sight.

It all makes him feel sympathy for the Crown Prince, especially when less-savoury rumours begin to emerge. He doesn't think about them much. He stops paying attention to any sorts of rumours or stories after that.

Until Mount Tonglu. He, of course, has to go to it, because of the literal everything that goes on. When he watches Zhao Beitong coach a red-clad ghost, watching at a distance and not getting involved until she notices him. They share a look, and he just nods, beginning his journey into the kiln - one that he took before, but accidentally. He does allow himself to farm a few of the wandering souls, because he's allowed a treat sometimes, but he just sits by the doors, waiting for them to open.

He waits for a while. He speaks to Zhao Beitong occasionally. She seems pleased that he has reconnected with Yushi Huang. Apart from that, he doesn't really do much, just kills particularly irritating ghosts. When the kiln opens, he darts inside, not going out of his way to fight the ghost, mainly just watching. Even when the young man notices him, he just watches. Until they fall into memories.

There's no real surprise that the ghost manages to consume Zhao Beitong, but not before she makes him promise to make Pei Ming teach him anything she can't (surprisingly, there are things). When they exit the kiln, Pei Ming is surprised to find a group of child spirits waiting for the red-clad ghost to return. When they notice Pei Ming, he doesn't make any attempt to appear scary - he is quite intimidating as it is. The red ghost looking for his god turns and asks for him to teach him everything.

Pei Ming disagrees.

So, of course, he is absolutely fucking pestered by the ghost (who, despite being strong, cannot really fight against someone at least two hundred years older than him), until he is actually charmed into agreeing - by the child spirit with multicoloured eyes, not by the ghost.

(This was not supposed to be this adapted, just wait 'till He Xuan comes along)

[baiwu-jinji-translations]

裴公罪 The Sins of Lord Pei

Chapter 2. First Sin – Hanging on to Life

Pei Jun is dead.

Before he died, he only saw the bright red command token carrying the execution order yanked down and thrown before his knees. The last sound he heard by his ears were that of the blade slicing into meat.

The next moment, extreme pain cut into the back of his neck, as if the blade was burying into the marrow of his bones. His head had rolled onto the ground, but seemed still to hold one last gasp of breath that would dissipate in the blink of an eye. This allowed him to look back at his broken headless body on the ground overflowing with blood.

This breath felt so long, as if it lasted ten thousand years.

His body was wrecked and battered, and covered by putrid sores and filth. Now that it had lost the wealth it accrued and the life it was barely clinging onto, like a tattered sack that leaked air, it fell to the ground without further ado after the last drop of blood had gushed out of its neck, and sunk into everlasting oblivion.

 So this was his allotted time on earth.

Under the bright sun, right before the execution at the Meridian Gate (1), Pei Jun glimpsed back one last time. It was as if he saw himself at twenty-seven when he accepted the mission during a time of crisis, and led a thousand troops to the battlefield to negotiate a peace treaty. Back then, in high spirit and with great ambition, he rode out of the capital brandishing his whip and laughing with his servant, and was about to enter the ten most splendid years of his life –

He was still a hero then; a bright future was waiting for him.

Even now he could still recall that before he departed for the mission, how the person under him gasped and moaned with moist and reddened eyes, his slender fingers grasping Pei Jun’s sweaty hair tips, and how he looked at him and whispered timidly:

“Pei Jun, if you’re determined to go, we command you to return speedily.”

“We...we’ll wait for you.”

...

...Wait for whom?

Not knowing if it was real or an illusion, Pei Jun felt his soul float up and settle on the scaffold. He saw his bloodied head roll down the scaffold and kicked back by onlookers around the street corner as they laughed and hurled insults. He heard them hoot with laughter – they were laughing at him, Pei Jun, the wicked minister who used to parade pompously through the streets and command the entire country, but who ended up with a broken corpse and severed head being kicked around like a ball.

At this moment, it seemed like he was waiting for a messenger from hell to come and take him away, or it might be that this cold and merciless space had deprived him of all senses and trapped his solitary soul there, so he could no longer scream and fight against this clamorous world. Even the wavering ghostly shadows around him could not touch him, as if his thin wisp of spirit is the only one left on the whole wide earth. He came into the world alone, and when he left, no one could be by his side.

How many years had he went about alone like this?

Out of loyalty to that young man on the golden throne, he played the villain his entire life. Alone he stumbled forward bearing the infamy; the entire court feared him, the common people were enraged by him, even at the marketplaces, small kids called him names in nursery rhymes. But in the end, he was only a piece in the emperor Jiang Zhan’s chess game, who indulged him only to denounce him later for his mistakes!

Hate?

In the end how should he hate?

Sixteen years...for sixteen long years – it was true that he allowed passion to cloud his judgement and his feelings to get the better of him. He looked laughably foolish even to himself. Ultimately, all his sins and greed arose from his lust, and came to an end because of his lust.

Just let it all stop.

Pei Jun sighed and lay back on the scaffold languidly. He looked up at the yellowish sun in the clear sky, and felt that it was like a flickering flame in his soul. He had only needed to close his eyes, and oblivion would pour down like cold water to quench the flame, and he would never wake up again...

But just then, loud cries erupted from the crowd, making the scene even more raucous than it was before when they cheered on the execution.

In a haze, Pei Jun heard the deafening sound of hooves thundering its way here from a far distance, as if a great army had breached the gates of the capital and was pressing down on the imperial city. Even the stage underneath him tremored. In the nearby crowd, the bold ones craned their necks to see what was happening, and those who feared for their lives fled in panic. All were making an awful din:

“Whose army is that?”

“Is someone starting a revolt?!”

“Quick! Look over there!”

...

Pei Jun opened his eyes to see who it was among all this commotion that wouldn’t even let him die in peace.

But as soon as he opened his eyes, he was stunned.

He saw that the crowd of spectators were split into two sides by hundreds of riders, while a fierce red maned horse hurtled towards them like a thunderbolt. The man on horseback was surrounded by soldiers, his tall slender figure leapt down hastily in one flowing motion. His face that normally looked cold and indifferent now had a deep frown, and even a trace of unsettled fear.

Pei Jun propped up his head quietly, and when he got a good look at the man, he couldn’t help but laugh with a feeling of absurdity: “Huh, Prince Jin has returned to the capital.”

It made sense, who other than Prince Jin, his arch-enemy, would disturb him even in death?

Pei Jun thought that after being at loggerheads for half their lives, Prince Jin, the head of his traitorous mob, must be so thrilled when he heard that Pei was sent to prison by Jiang Zhan, that he couldn’t even wait for his death before he rushed back from Yanbei Pass to start a revolt.

My my, that was not a good look.

Prince Jin’s eyes fell on the head stained with blood and dust beside Pei Jun’s hanging feet. Instantly, his face lost all colour and turned greyish and pale, like he was struck by thunder. He stumbled back half a step, his body tilted and almost fell, but was helped up by guards who hurried over.

“Pfft, what’s he being so scared for?” Pei Jun snickered, thinking to himself that although Prince Jin had gone to war several times, he was somehow afraid of a mere severed head. He took Prince Jin for a tough guy, who’d have thought he was such a scaredy-cat! If it were Prince Jin on a normal day, he should’ve twitched his lips and said: “you must have a death wish to fight with me,” then snorted and sneered.

Seeing how he was now, it made one wonder if he got the wrong script.

Anyhow, to live this life is to act in a play, and you won’t know if you were the main role until the curtain falls. Pei Jun had thought that he’d have a good death, what he didn’t know wsa that after all the lengths he went to to act his part, this play had nothing to do with him at all.

Upon such thoughts, he almost felt amused by himself. he raised his eyebrows, and with lowered eyes observed the head by the feet. He thought that although the face was stained with dirt and blood, it still looked most handsome. Also, before his death he had become numb and indifferent to anything that might happen, so the expression on that face wasn’t that tortured. Tsk, if one were to wipe away the dust and straighten it up, such a face would deserve to be paraded along a street lined with beautiful women, who’d shower it with gifts and beg for his hand in marriage (2) –

– If they didn’t know that he was Pei Jun.

Just when Pei Jun was feeling all relaxed and lost in a reverie, Prince Jin appeared to have gathered all his men. The guard who supported him asked tentatively: “my lord, what’s the order?”

In the wailing wind, Prince Jin stared at the side of Pei Jun’s feet and looked deathly pale. His stiff face showed no sign of gloating at his enemy’s demise, but rather seemed genuinely frightened. After a long while, he said with quivering lips: “Pass my order...”

He forced himself to stand up straight, his figure was like a reed withstanding the gale. His eyes were bloodshot, his face tense and livid: “Generals! Surround the imperial city immediately and capture the emperor for me, whether dead or alive!”

His last words were cadenced and clear, as if he gave the order through gritted teeth. As soon as he finished speaking, there was an uproar all around of people cheering and answering his orders. The next instant, iron-armoured soldiers were clattering past and marching on the imperial city. People dashed around in panic, shouting as they fled. So ended an era of peace that was suddenly crushed by warring footsteps...

Tumult mixed with the cries of battle pierced the heavens.

As Pei Jun watched and listened, he felt that the sun above seemed to be gradually growing dim, and his eyelids became heavier.

Maybe this was the moment when everything should end. Like a storybook that took a lifetime to read, although its plots really weren’t great, he finally reached the ending –

The sinful traitor was beheaded at the crowded market; the rebel saw his chance and overran the imperial city.

There was no need to see any more of it. No matter what would happen in the future, he could guess almost all of it.

From the day Jiang Zhan ascended the throne to the present, his mind had been growing crueller and more ruthless day by day. However, he wasn’t yet astute enough, and bringing down Pei Jun now without establishing a new power in his place resulted in the court falling completely into the hands of Cai Yan’s faction. Since the cabinet had lost Pei Jun’s presence to counter Cai, its policies were single-handedly determined by Cai’s faction, which the honest and respectable officials at court could never accept. This led to low morale and failed performances, and the entire court was in utter disarray.

Prince Jin, however, had been hiding his ambition and biding his time for ten years, quietly holding real power. Although his grand plan of rebelling against the crown was always being obstructed by various forces, preparations had long been made to ensure its eventual success... Besides, as resourceful and daring as Prince Jin was, once he had started the revolt, he must’ve been certain of its undoubted success.

At court, there had long been calls for Prince Jin to replace his nephew as the emperor. Now the time was just right for him, and he was destined to become the next emperor.

Emperor...

Pei Jun closed his eyes and laughed bitterly. In the blink of an eye, the flame of his soul was already burning towards the end of a lifetime of sound and fury. The power he had, the country he served, the person he adored, the love and hate of his whole life – all of it passed in flickering succession, and would soon be snuffed out in an instant.

Before his consciousness dissipated, he only sensed the pungent smell of blood, not knowing if it was his or if it came from the imperial city. By his ears, someone seemed to be sighing or weeping, as if calling his name in a deep voice, or earnestly asking him over and over if it was ever possible for him to start all over again.

The next moment, an icy cold took over. It could be a split second or an eternity, in which light changed into shade, sun into moon, and the shadows of the living and the dead were fluttering. His soul was pulled into the boundless river where it swayed and rocked, and he vaguely heard legions of ghosts laughing, whispering, chiding him for his stupidity; he heard also countless heartbreaking sighs of regret.

He didn’t know how many years or lifetimes had passed or returned. And then in a flash, a shaft of heavenly light lifted his oblivion from the endless river. He felt that what was turbid in him was washed away, and what was murky was dispersed. A soul-splintering pain pierced into the deepest recess of his brain –

Pei Jun breathed in, and suddenly opened his eyes.

There was the smell of incense. His pain disappeared without a trace, as if all the suffering once etched into his soul had never existed.

He was somehow awake.

All around him was calm and serene, and he couldn’t hear a sound. The sunshine alighting on his body was too dazzling, making him instinctively half close his eyes. After a moment of dizziness, he slowly opened his eyes again, and saw hanging above him the arched celling of a bed with golden canopy. In the middle of the ceiling, a relief of a golden dragon with eyes of inlaid jewels was reaching down from carved clouds. Its commanding obsidian eyes gazed at him intently, making him realise that he was lying completely naked on the lavish and spacious royal bed.

- the royal bed?!

Startled, Pei Jun sat up, but woke the person lying next to him. A lilting voice floated in his ears:

“You’re awake?”

The voice was nasal and drowsy, of someone who just woke up from a dream. It sounded graceful and relaxed, soft and sweet, like a cat’s tail curling around a man’s fingers.

If Pei Jun were to hear this voice in the past, his very bones would be filled with lust, and he’d press himself against the person making the noise and tangle with him until they’d used up their strength. But now, this voice stiffened him like a demonic power. Pei Jun turned his head and saw the person lying beside him, and his hoarse voice burst out:

“...Jiang Zhan?!”

“We’re here.”

Contrary to Pei Jun’s astonishment, Jiang Zhan’s response was mild and docile and thoroughly at ease, as if the royal we had nothing to do with the emperor, but was a pet name used between lovers.

He leaned over Pei Jun’s right shoulder, his exposed back had the pale and fine smoothness of youth. His black tresses strewn across the thin quilt between them, while his face was younger and gentler than Pei Jun remembered. His delicate and shapely eyes were tender and loving, and glanced at Pei Jun languidly in the sunlight falling around the golden bedstead. The corners of his eyes were tipped with a sensuous red, and his lips curled into a bright smile.

The next second, Pei Jun sensed soft hands twisting around his lower body – Jiang Zhan was stroking the thing between his legs with warm fingers.

“What are you –”

Startled, Pei Jun instinctively caught the fingers, but not before Jiang Zhan’s other hand had wound around his neck. Jiang Zhan leaned close to his face placatingly and licked his ear like a cat, and pleaded: “Pei Jun, we want more...”

Notes:

(1) The Meridian Gate is the largest gate of the Forbidden City in Beijing. It’s a popular myth that prisoners were executed at the Meridian Gate in ancient China, but it wasn’t the actual case in history.

(2) This sentence literally means “such a face would deserve to be paraded on a goat-drawn carriage along a street lined with beautiful women, who’d throw fruit into the carriage and beg for his hand in marriage.” There’re two historical allusions here: the goat-drawn carriage refers to a Han emperor who kept thousands of concubines and travelled around in a goat-drawn cart to visit them; the fruit thrown into the carriage refers to Pan An from the Jin Dynasty, who was said to be so handsome that women chased him around like he was a pop star and threw fruit into his carriage to express their admiration.

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Causes of death in the Ace Attorney franchise

Because I'm bored, and what do we do when we get bored? We MAKE LISTS! I went through every character dead character in the canon game universe (so AA1-6, AAI1-2, and TGAA1-2, sorry PWvsPL) and jotted it all down below, so let's see what the most common (specified) cause of death in Ace Attorney is:

Stabbed (x15)

Shot (x15)

Hit by a blunt object (x14)

Impaled (x5)

Poisoned (x4)

Fell to their death (x3)

Hanged (x3)

Car crash (x2)

Strangled (x1)

Electrocuted (x1)

Crushed (x1)

Suffocated (x1)

Asphyxiated (x1)

Heart Failure (x1)

Burned (x1)

Full list with character names all color-coded by game and more specific data below! (Beware of SPOILERS for the whole series!)

COLOR CODE: OG Trilogy - AJ - DD & SOJ - AAI1 - AA12 - TGAA 1 & 2

(AAI gets two different colors since a lot of people probably haven't played AAI2 yet. Sorry, DD and SoJ, you have to share. 'Why don't you do one color for the whole Apollo Trilo-' No <3)

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Stabbed (x15)

(Bruce Goodman, Misty Fey, Rex Kyubi, Constance Courte, Clay Terran, Metis Cykes, Inga Karkhuul Khura'in, Byrne Faraday, Manny Coachen, Horace Knightley, Di-Jun Huang, Mason Milverton, Jezaille Brettª, Odie Asman, Klint van Zieks)

Shot (x15)

(Gregory Edgeworth, Robert Hammond, Turner Grey, Pal Meraktis, Romein LeTouse, Magnifi Gramarye¨, Dhurke Sahdmadhi, Buddy Faith, Oliver Deacon, Deid Mann, Mack Rell, Ethan Rooke, Pop Windibank, Genshin Asogi, Tobias Gregson)

Hit by a blunt object (x14)

(Cindy Stone, Mia Fey, Russell Berry, Kane Bullard, Zak Gramarye, Candice Arme, Paht Rohl, Archie Buff, Jove Justice, Dumas Gloomsbury, Ka-Shi Nou, Isaac Dover, Jill Crane, Jack Cameron)

Impaled (x5)

(Jack Hammer, Neil Marshall, Manov Mistree, Puhray Zeh'lot, Tahrust Inmee¨)

Poisoned (x4)

(Glen Elg, Terry Fawles¨, Drew Misham, John H. Wilson)

Fell to their death (x3)

(Dustin Prince, Jack Shipley*, Akbey Hicks)

Hanged (x3)

(Joe Darke°, Celeste Inpax¨, Dahlia Hawthorne°)

Car crash (x2)

(Ini Miney*, Selena Sprocket*)

Strangled (x1)

(Juan Corrida)

Electrocuted (x1)

(Doug Swallow)

Crushed (x1)

('Di-Jun Huang')

Suffocated (x1)

(Taifu Toneido)

Asphyxiated (x1)

(Duncan Ross)

Heart Failure (x1)

(Azura Summers^)

Burned (x1)

(Magnus McGilded)

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ª: She was stabbed, right? Like, she was poisoned first, but she died from the stab wound first, if I'm correct. Do tell if I'm wrong, lmao.

*: Accidental deaths

^: Natural death

¨: Deaths by suicide

°: Executed (Joe Darke's method of execution isn't mentioned, but if we assume Japanifornia goes by Japan laws, then hanging is the only method of execution used. Probably a higher number of deaths by hanging then, whether you believe some people got executed or not. Also, a lot of the killers in TGAA probably got executed, too? I just jotted down the confirmed cases, but yeah.)

(Also, von Karma died of 'Something'. Who knows. Of being too ashamed, maybe. Sucks to be him).

I probably missed some characters/omitted them, because who knows, it's my list I guess. If I forgot someone important do let me know!