#exci!sans

[n3x0id]

heres my contribution to @neverniko101's dtiys.

alternate version :D.

[caupona-lunae]

the light that surrounds it is the rest of sans partners soul. its acting as a shield. that's also the light that separates from exci.

[caupona-lunae]

sans: rings mostly, and whatever ****** gets him ******: necklaces, though he's not one to wear jewelry often.

exci: has a locket and a wedding bands on the chain.

Is there a particular type of jewelry (like rings, necklaces, bracelets, etc.) that your OC favors over others?

[ccinos-cat-cafe]

could I ask for a ship request? I don't care who with but just someone with my boy(s) exci? if not its cool.

Finally finished this 💔

[akihirogoska]

My Lover Has Claws - Chapter 1

The kakushis immediately rushed to her aid, wasting no time to tend her fatal wounds. They carefully transfer the Flower Hashira's body from the soil to the gurney, rushing her to the wagon on sight. Shinobu Kocho followed shortly behind, not intending to leave her sister's side. Her trembling hands grasp on to Kanae's as the wagon begins to move along the path in a hurry, yet carefully as to not worsen her sister's condition.

Once they arrived at the butterfly mansion, the field medics bring her directly to the infirmary to treat her. Shinobu has her mind focused on saving her sister, being a student of the medical field she uses her knowledge to lead the kakushis.

Kanao, the ever innocent little girl was clueless to what was going on. She sat still, not moving an inch because no one told her to despite her curiosity. She stared with wide eyes and an expressionless face at the people surrounding her big sister.

"Don't you leave me Nee-san! Don't you dare!"

Shinobu pleaded as she prevents further bleeding from Kanae's chest

She screams for her assistants to move quicker, her angry tone clouding her true feelings of worry and fright. They took her insults and harsh words and turned it to motivation to save the Flower Hashira.

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[cookiefools]

Cold Kawashima Mifu (24.10.11)

[n3x0id]

ooooh~! that's nifty! nightmare would be able to talk to both sides of exci without having ****** speak through sans!

ok hear me out. nightmare actually has a neat little ability to be able to speak to/see souls others cant. so he can tell when killer is talking to chara for example.

Ooooohhhh that’s an interesting idea!!

And i think it’ll be really cool if it was connected with his empathetic abilities in general

But would Nightmare actually be interested enough to talk to them? Cause i can see Nightmare makin a deal with Chara to torment Killer for example, but I also feel like Nightmare wouldn’t see it as something worth the trouble, maybe cause he can’t guarantee Chara’s cooperation/loyalty

But the thing is, Chara isn’t actually there as much as they are simply in Killer’s head, a hallucination more than reality, so how would Nightmare see them at all?

But I can see that if Nightmare had that ability, he might be able to see Delta’s Bravery human soul for example

Regardless, I think that’s a really cool idea and would be an interesting one to explore :D

[wrenreid]

Conflict of Interest

mature content in this story - all chapters in masterlist

Chapter Nineteen: NYE

His lips on your neck draw out a soft moan from your lips. You’ve missed this- physical attention. He sucks on your skin, and you feel the heat of his tongue and breath. Your hand rests on his thigh, the muscle definition feels tight on your palm.

As he lays you down, your back resting on the bedspread below you, his mouth trails down to your chest. The low cut top you’re wearing doesn’t reveal too much, but enough to make people wonder what else there is to see.

He’s good with his mouth, good with his hands too you presume because they felt nice on your ass and tits. He’s unbelievably attractive too.

But he’s not Spencer.

You decided to go to a party with your brothers at Jason’s high school best friend’s place. It’s a little outside of San Francisco, but you guys didn’t mind the drive. Jason was especially not affected by the miles because he missed his friend. Jason and Alex have been friends forever. They still keep in touch, but it’s harder to make time when you both work a lot.

At first, you were reluctant to say yes to your brothers’ proposal of you going with them. You wouldn’t have minded just staying on the couch with a pint of ice cream and ABC showing pre-ball dropping activities, which sounds weird but not in the context of New Year’s Eve.

But the more you thought about it, you decided why the fuck not. Spencer was going out and having fun, so could you. Not that his plans are your biggest decision making factor anyway.

So instead of plopping down on the couch and plunging a spoon into Ben and Jerry’s, you put on a little black dress and gold heels.

You, your brothers, Riley (Quinton’s fiancé), and Hayley (Caleb’s wife) arrive at the party around 10:15. You immediately go for a drink, needing something in your system to get some confidence and not be lame the whole night.

Some people you know from high school or know of from having older siblings are there, but most of the people are strangers.

Alex’s house is decorated with some streamers and a sign about balls dropping that makes you chuckle a little. You look around; his house is pretty nice. He does have a good job.

Once you finally find your group again, you’re already halfway done with the beer in your hand.

“There she is,” Jason laughs softly. “Alex, you remember Y/n.”

“Your baby sister? Of course I do,” Alex says, looking from him to you.

“I’m four years younger than you,” you roll your eyes. You’ve had to say this to him many times before.

He chuckles softly. “Right. You look different.” His eyes scan over you quickly.

“God, I hope so,” you say with your own slight chuckle, taking another drink from the bottle.

You all go to the kitchen, the girls wanting a drink. Hayley and Riley pull you toward a group of people and the three of you start dancing.

The guys catch up some more, but eventually Quinton and Caleb steal their significant others from you, and you’re left to dance with some hot girls you don’t know. You’re not sure where Jason is, probably dancing or drinking or maybe catching up with old friends.

You don’t particularly like dancing with people you don’t know, but it beats standing in a corner being bored while people watching.

Eventually, you head to the kitchen to grab another drink. You pour a mix of juice and malibu into a red solo cup and take a sip. Damn you missed college sometimes.

“I’ll catch up to you guys later,” a voice says from ahead of you. It’s Alex. He waves to his friends, a beer in his hands, and approaches you. “Enjoying the party?”

“For the most part, yes,” you answer honestly. “I’m definitely enjoying the alcohol selection.”

“I do have good taste,” he winks playfully, taking a drink. “So I heard you’re a big shot in the FBI academy. That’s really fucking impressive.”

A small blush creeps up onto your face, and you move a softly curled piece of hair behind your ear as you nod. “Yeah I suppose it is. I graduate in May, so that’s exciting.”

“Who knew you’d turn into such a badass?” He asks with a grin.

You cannot help but smile too. “What about you? Didn’t you just finish law school?”

“I did,” Alex nods. “I’m working minor cases right now, but with some experience, I’m hoping to be a big name in the field.”

“Ambitions like that are good to have.”

“I agree wholeheartedly. Hey, maybe our paths will cross on the job.”

“Maybe so,” you say, taking another drink from your cup.

“I’ve got to go make sure everyone’s having a good time, but maybe I could get a dance out of you later?” Alex asks you with a hopeful and extremely charming grin.

“I think I could give one up,” you say a little cockily.

“Until then,” he nods to you then goes to mingle with other people in his house.

He was always an smart, outgoing person, but you never saw him as so ambitious and charming in school. Usually he was just a goofy jock that seemed to take pleasure in annoying you with your older brother.

Three drinks in and feet hurting from dancing, your eyes watch the tv as the people in the screen and people at the party around you yell “3..2..1.. HAPPY NEW YEAR!” as loud as they can. Many people kiss, some couples grope each other, and it makes you a little nauseous.

A hand tugs on yours a little, and you almost go full FBI trainee on them until you realize it’s Alex. “How about that dance?”

You nod and follow him to another part of the big living room and start moving your bodies in unison. “Pro tip,” you say over the music, “don’t sneak up on a future agent.”

He chuckles. “My bad. I knew you wouldn’t be able to hear me over everyone.”

“Valid point,” you say and move a little closer.

One thing leads to another and you’re in his room, slipping out of your heels as you try to maintain kissing him.

He’s good with his mouth, good with his hands too you presume because they felt nice on your ass and tits. He’s unbelievably attractive too.

But he’s not Spencer.

You know this - feel this - fact. You try to push away the feelings you’re having about aching for this to be Spencer with his lips on your neck and chest.

Just as you’re about to tell Alex to stop, the door opens.

“What the fuck?” Jason exclaims, looking between the two of you. Alex pulls away from you, sitting not too far away on his bed.

Shit.

“What the fuck, dude? That’s my sister!” Jason storms in. He clearly had not expected this to be Alex’s bedroom let alone for you to be in it.

“I- uh- I’m sorry, man. I promise I didn’t plan for this.”

“Well, it seems to have happened,” he says angrily.

“Look, we’re all adults here. We started dancing and talking, and I realized I-”

“I don’t give a shit what you realized!“ Jason cuts Alex off.

You stand up from the bed, hoping that this won’t get out of hand, but knowing you could take both of them if you needed to. “Look, Jay, he’s right. We’re all adults here. I’m not a little girl you need to protect. I can make my own decisions.”

“But he’s-”

“Nope,” you cut your brother off. “You don’t get to fight me on this.” You turn to Alex, “Though I do think this may have been a mistake.”

“What?” Alex asks.

“You’re great, really. You’re smart and funny and really attractive,” you practically hear the disgust radiating from your brother, “but I’m kind of involved with someone no matter how complicated.”

He nods with a disappointing understanding. “I get it.”

The car ride back home is awkward. Jason doesn’t tell your other brothers about what happened, but he drives in a frustrated silence.

—

“Welcome back from winter break,” Dr. Reid says from his place at the front of the classroom. “Hope you all had fun with your families and friends, but it’s time to get back to training your minds. As you know, this program is almost over with…”

You sit with Nina and listen to the lecture, but your mind wanders off to subjects like Alex and how kissing someone else made you feel, how it wasn’t the same as with the person you really want. That person also happens to be the person you’re supposed to be listening to.

“What’s up with you?” Nina asks once you get back to your dorm room. The two of you talked about your winter breaks, and you told them about making out with your brother’s friend, but you didn’t tell her how it made you feel weird and upset. You definitely didn’t tell her it was because of your professor.

“Nothing. What’s up with you?”

“Don’t shift the subject on me. You’re acting weird since we’ve gotten back.”

“No I’m not.”

“Yes you are, now tell your best friend what is wrong,” she says seriously.

You sigh, plopping down on your bed. You make a huge decision in this moment. You tell her everything. Well, you spare her the details of the sex life you’ve had with Spencer, but you tell them of its existence. You tell her that your feelings are growing more romantic, and it scares you.

“Wow,” she says once you’re done spilling your metaphorical guts out to her in that fast paced speaking you do when you’re anxious. “That’s… wow.”

“Could you say something other than wow before I actually puke on our floor?”

“I’m processing,” she takes a minute to sit there and think. “Okay, it’s mostly processed. I can’t believe you’re sleeping with our professor.”

“You cannot tell anyone,” you say in the most serious tone you have. “Absolutely no one can know. This could cost our reputations big time.”

Nina nods. “Of course. I won’t tell anyone.”

“Thank you,” you breathe out with relief.

“That’s really badass of you though. Who would’ve thought?” She laughs softly.

You laugh softly too, rolling your eyes. “I just don’t know where to go from here.”

“You should talk to him. Tell him how you feel, I’m sure a weight will be lifted off your chest.”

“Some of it’s already lifted now that I have someone to talk to about it,” you say honestly.

“I’m happy to help. But I’m serious, talk to him.”

“I don’t know if I can do that,” you say, eyes on the floor as your hands fiddle with themselves. “If he rejects me and says he just wants to keep it physical, it’ll make class so awkward.”

“And if he doesn’t?”

You look up at Nina, your teeth worrying on the inside of your lip.

Your phone dings. “Hey! We haven’t had a chance to talk since you got back to DC. Would you like to come over tomorrow evening?”

chapter twenty

tags: @reidsmilf @reidslovely @awhoreforspencerreid @sexualityisajoke @nomajdetective @kenreadsfanfics @assemblemotherfuckers @calicocatty @hotchandspencearedilfs @kodiakwhiskey @rory-cakes @kbakery @reidsprettygirl l <3

[egoisticeuphoria]

Your Warm Heart Chapter I : Mobsters

Genre : mafia au

Choi San x (f) Reader

#drama #comedy #action #romance

Words : 8.7k

You left your parents’ house in Busan to live in Seoul by yourself, without telling anyone your reasons. You only left a note behind to let your parents know that you left on your own will. In Seoul you have only one friend, your best friend, Soyeon. On your first night out with your bestie you meet the hottest man you've ever met, but- BUT... once you heard that he's a mobster you decided to stay out of his sight.

Even though you try your best to avoid the young mafia boss, Choi San, it turns out that it's not that easy as fate decides to push him deep in your life and create a mess over it.

It was past noon. You just arrived in Seoul. You got out of the train with your baggage on both hands. They were heavy but you didn't care. You lifted your head up to feel the breeze of the capital –or more like the breeze of freedom–. You left your baggage on the floor and looked around at the street for a nearby taxi. When you noticed one that was parked near you, you picked up your baggage again and moved to the car. You got in and gave the address of your destination to the taxi driver. Immediately, he started driving.

It was a quiet ride. The driver seemed to not have the will to ask you questions about where you came from or why you came to the capital. It was fine though. You didn't want to be asked such questions at your situation. It was too dangerous. Anyways, you just had all the time to think about yourself.

You felt excited in the thought of living by yourself, away from your parents’ house in Busan. You wanted to leave so bad. So you did. It was finally your time to have fun. Finally far away from your strict father. Away from your sneaky stepmother.

Since your brother, Chanyeol, left for the States years ago to study –and hasn't come back yet– you felt as if you were left alone in the house, despite the fact that you still lived with your father, your stepmother and her daughter, your step sister Chaerin. Sometimes, Chaerin came to visit you in your bedroom although her mother scolded her every time she payed you visits. Chaerin was sweet. She wasn't like her mother. But because of that trait of hers she was forced by her mother to go and study in London. So, you were left alone as your stepmother was always by your father’s side making sure that he stays with her forever.

You needed to feel alive again. Just how you used to be when your mother was with you and your brother. Just like the old days. You missed the old days. Now there was nothing of it left except the memories which were starting to fade as the years passed. Memories of a happy family life. Those too, they were now dying. You didn't know what was exactly the cause of it though. Was it the fact that your mother left you and your brother? Or was it your father’s fault for not giving enough attention to your mother’s requests? Was it that your father remarried not long after your mother left you and had another daughter? Was it your fault for choosing not to accept your father’s job? It was difficult to figure out what was the cause. The only certain thing you knew was that you had to leave that place forever.

Lost in your thoughts you lost track of time and place until the taxi driver called out for you for the third time.

“Miss. Miss... Excuse me, miss? This is it.”

You came back to your senses and after paying him the bill you got off the taxi with your baggage on both hands. They felt much heavier than before. Maybe it was because you felt more tired after thinking of all that previous stuff at once.

After the taxi left you got in front of the huge building which you would call your new home. It was a beautiful building with lots of floors and plenty rooms. Your room was number 306 which was on the third floor. Dragging your suitcases you entered the elevator and pressed the 3 button.

In a few seconds you were there. Walking to the door of your room and feeling all excited. This was the second big step of your risky trip to the capital. You felt naughty for denying your father’s orders and running away but also you felt free now that you were finally alone. Quickly you rushed the key in the keyhole and entered the dark room. Without closing the door behind you you walked through the first dark room that seemed to be the living room. Easily adjusting to the room’s darkness and with the use of the light coming through the open door you found the curtains and opened them wide. Light filled the room you were in and it slightly blinded your eyesight.

You walked to the door and locked it. You walked a few steps in the living room just observing around. It was a really big and comfy room. Right next to the living room was the kitchen with a large table. The furniture looked new but full of dust. It wasn't surprising since the one that used to live here was your mother at her freshman year of college. It was back then that she met with your father, fell in love and got married. Then, she left this place behind. So, of course it was all dusty. You didn't mind though. Not at all. Cleaning up could also help you concentrate on something else than your family problems.

You walked with your baggage to the bedroom and left them laying on the floor. You opened the curtains there as well and stayed still for a while to watch the view out the windows. It was beyond your imagination. Spectacular. Amazing. The window had the view of the park that was behind your building. It was fun watching and you could observe every person’s movements from up there. You could see parents having fun with their kids, couples having fun with each other playing every little love game there is. The view was remarkable.

The silence in the room broke as the ringtone of your phone was heard from the inside of your backpack. Startled as you got you rushed to find your phone to see who was looking for you. It was your best friend, Soyeon. Of course it was her. She was the only one aware of your escape plan. Also, she was the only one who had the number of your phone since you bought a new one in order to make it difficult for your father to find you. You quickly picked it up with a wide smile.

“Hello, Soyeon?” you spoke almost skipping your breath from the unspeakable happiness you were feeling at the moment.

“Y/n! Where are you?” Soyeon was still anxious whether your plan succeeded or not.

“I’m home... in Seoul!” your words made Soyeon jump from happiness and you could hear that. “Finally... I got away from those crazy people.” you added as she stopped jumping up and down.

“So that means you’re safe now?” she asked wanting to reassure your safety.

“Couldn’t be safer.” you gave her the assurance she needed only to make her start jumping up and down again. You giggled at the cute sound of her hops.

“Girl, now that you’re here and free we have to meet tonight!” she said all excited to see you after all those years from being apart from each other. You two missed a lot of things and you had a lot to talk about.

“Of course! I need to take a shower though.” you said and your eyes fell on your suitcases that needed to be done.

“Yeah sure, then I’ll come pick you up at nine. Get ready to have the most amazing ladies’ night of your life.” she said loudly making you giggle once again. “Okie, now go get ready. I’ll see you later.” she gave you a kiss in the air and the sound of it made you chuckle at her sweetness.

“See you later~.” you did the same to her and ended the call. After that you left your phone on the bedside table and opened both suitcases. “Hmm...” you scratched your head while looking through your dresses. Which one should you wear? It was a ladies’ night after all. Something plain and cute but also a little elegant you thought.

After not so long you decided on a red mini dress. As for the shoes, you chose a pair of chain strap heeled shoes in black snake. You wanted to have fun after all and if possible, get some nice comments on your appearance. You just felt up for it.

You were quick to take a shower and dry your body with the towel you brought from Busan.

Now you were wearing your dress standing in front of a body size mirror in your bedroom. You stepped closer to make your hair into a mid bun and stood there to check if anything needed to be fixed. It was all nicely done though. Some stray hairs were left on purpose in front of your ears. You decided to decorate your ears with a pair of white pearl earrings. Now it was almost done. You walked in the bathroom to do your make-up. The only thing left to do was to wear your shoes on.

Before averting your eyes from the mirror you heard the doorbell. You rushed to the door and looked through the peephole. As you expected it was Soyeon. You opened the door wide and the girl rushed into your arms pulling you tightly into a hug.

“Y/n, y/n, y/n, you’re really here!” she wouldn't set you free from her tight hug.

“Soyeon, I missed you so much.” you said and hugged her back. After a few seconds she pulled away to look at your face closely.

“You’ve become so beautiful!” she said with a smile that reached her ears. You chuckled and returned the comment. Her eyes now fell on your cute red outfit and her smile went to a wide smirk. “Ready to set somebody on fire, aren’t we?” You smirked at her comment and winked at her playfully.

“It’s been a while since I went out at night.” you told her to give yourself an excuse for your outfit choice.

“And since we’re going to be late...” she winked her eye naughtily the smirk never leaving her face. You rolled your eyes making her giggle at her sentence.

“Let me wear my shoes on and grab my bag.” you said and she let you free. You wore your high heels quickly then grabbed your black bag and walked out of the room. Locking the door behind you you left your new home for the first time.

Now you were standing with Soyeon outside of a club. Blue neon lights could be seen on the street coming from the building’s entrance. You could see men and women standing in the front waiting to enter the club. Soyeon pulled you by your arm and you two joined the people on the line.

After two minutes of waiting you heard some girls from behind screaming.

“It’s them!”

“It’s San and the others!”

“I didn’t know they were coming..”

“OMG! I can’t believe it!”

You got startled but still turned your head to the back to see what was happening.

“Oh, they’re here... oh my god!” Soyeon screamed in your ear turning back and jumping up and down to catch with her eyes the ones that came. You got curious since you didn’t know anyone famous from Seoul yet.

“Who came? What is it?” you asked full of curiousity watching every girl screaming to their heart’s consent. Although you got no response from Soyeon. You looked again and your eyes fell on a group of eight men with expensive suits walking through the back of the line quickly to the front while everyone made room for them to pass through without a second thought. You got irritated at their behaviour. Whoever they were they had to wait in the line just like every other person there. You felt stupid and annoyed.

As they were coming closer to you you noticed that the one who was leading the group was a tall guy with sharp fox eyes and black slicked back hair. You raised your right eyebrow in surprise. He seemed like the hottest guy you’ve ever seen in your life. He had that vibe of a bad boy that you liked so much. He seemed dangerous. You’ve seen dangerous looking guys before. But he seemed to be exceptional. His eyes were sharp and each stare of his made the girls go numb. It happened to you as well. When he finally came in front of you you just stood there staring at his eyes. He had captivated you. You couldn’t move. Not until he noticed you wouldn’t move and decided to push you aside so he could walk forward.

You fell on your best friends arms finally wide awake from his magic. As you remembered that he pushed you you got on your feet and angrily looked at the eight men.

“Hey! What was that?!” you shouted as loudly as you could. From the eight men, a red haired guy turned around and looked at you. He slightly smiled at you and continued his way inside the building. You got confused but it still didn’t make your anger disappear.

“Omg! Are you okay sweetheart?” Soyeon asked you after the men disappeared from your sight of view and into the building.

“I guess... By the way, who are these guys? What was all this show about?!” you asked and couldn’t hide how annoyed you felt with their actions.

“Don’t you know them? I’m surprised...” her words only made you more curious about their identity. “I’ll tell you.” she looked around not wanting to speak of their identity loudly. “They actually are like you.”

“What do you mean they’re like me?” you asked confused.

“Ugh. They’re like you. Like your family. Like your father. They are mobsters.” she whispered in your ear. Your face turned white and you felt your blood burn in your veins. Cold sweat washed over your forehead.

Yes, indeed. You were coming from a family of mobsters. That’s exactly one of the reasons why you had to run away from home. You were sick of that kind of life since you’ve never had good memories out of it. And now that things kept pushing you do things you didn’t want... No way you would stay there any longer.

You just couldn’t believe what Soyeon just told you. The word you didn’t want to hear the most right now was that one. The cursed word that messed up your life. After all this escape planning... Were you this unlucky? Was this the end? What if they knew about you and returned you to your father? No... NO! You couldn’t accept such defeat. You would never go back there. You were finally free from that hell back in Busan. You wouldn’t let anyone destroy your happiness. Right! You thought quickly of a way not to get their attention caught again. You just had to avoid them. Yeah! That was it... Avoid them at all costs.

Soyeon seemed to enjoy your worried facial expression as she was observing you all this time. But when she noticed the short amount of people in the line left in front of you she pulled you walking with her towards the club’s door.

Entering the club and walking around a little you now could see clear the blue neon lights all around the place. It was amazing. It was fascinating as you observed the blue lights hit the bare skin in your arms and legs. Soyeon pulled you by the arm walking towards the table she had made a reservation on.

“Here we are.” she said naughtily and her eyes turned to the next table. “Hehe, take a seat y/n.” she sat down on the soft couch her grin not leaving her face. Your eyes tried to travel where hers did a while ago but to your surprise your eyes met with the eight men from outside. You frowned and looked back at Soyeon and you quickly sat next to her on the couch not wanting them to notice you.

“Seriously? Soyeon, have you gone crazy? Next to them of all people?” you whispered yelled at her trying not to be heard by them.

“Oh, come on y/n. It’s not that I sat on the same table with them. Calm down.” she rolled her eyes to your surprise. “Just forget about them already. Let’s have fun ourselves.” she said loudly making one of the right men turn his gaze on her.

“Shushh...” you quickly moved a finger to shut her mouth. “Do you think it’ll be pleasurable if they find out about me? I may have to go back home...” you warned her but all she did was roll her eyes again.

“You care too much about your background.” she kissed your finger and laid it on your thigh. “How would these eight learn about your identity if all we do is just hit on them?” she moved her arms around playfully.

“Oh dear lord... No matter what I have to avoid these men. They are living danger to me right now.” you shook her lightly to make her come to her senses. She grabbed your hands in response and looked deep in your eyes.

“But you like San...” her words made you freeze. “You know, the one that pushed you. That’s him. His name is Choi San.” she pointed to the black haired guy that was sitting in the middle of his group. Actually, you’ve heard the surname Choi coming out of your father’s mouth before but you’ve never met anyone like him. And... yes... Soyeon was right. You actually found your heart beating faster as he came to your mind. You liked him and that was a fact. Although you weren’t interested in admitting it at all. You looked over at him then back at Soyeon and made a grimace full of disgust trying to pull on an act.

“Pfft. Him? Nahh... What’s so good about him? I’ve seen better looking guys than him. He’s just... average.” you kept mumbling about only making Soyeon able to see throughout your acting. She stopped you by pulling you close to her and laughed.

“Alright, alright, I get it already.” she turned your face to the crowd that was dancing under the neon lights like crazy. “Tonight we came here for this though. So, let’s go move our bodies and grab some drinks.” she said full of excitement and stood up with her fist clenched. You sighed and chuckled after standing up yourself as well.

“Okay, let’s have fun tonight!”

“Yeahhhh!!”

You both rushed to the dancefloor and started to move your bodies to the rhythm as if there was no tomorrow. You danced to your heart’s content. Soyeon was dancing beside you although she moved away sometimes and when she returned by your side there was a different guy dancing from behind her each time. You just laughed at your friend’s popularity with men.

After a while you got tired of all the dancing since you weren’t that used to it. You shouted at Soyeon’s ear that you were going over to the bar for a drink and back to your couch. Despite the noise she understood and nodded while turning around to face the guy that was dancing with her this time. You walked your way to the bar and waved at the barman.

“What will the young lady have?” the barman asked with a wide professional smile.

“Vodka with lemon.”

“Right away.” the barman started making your drink. As you were waiting for the drink, a young man approached you from behind.

“Hey there beautiful.” his words startled you a bit and you turned around to face him. He looked nice and handsome his hand already holding a glass of alcohol. His eyes were on your red mini dress going up to your upper body and finally your eyes. You chuckled and waved at him.

“Hey, thanks.” you responded with a smile. He came closer to you making you nervous. You tried to sniff what you could of him to figure out how many drinks he had already but it wasn’t that easy.

“How come such a pretty girl is in such a place by herself?”

“Actually, I’m here with my friend.” you pointed into the crowd waiting to spot Soyeon immediately which you failed. “Uhm, she’s somewhere in there dancing.”

“I see. And why aren’t you in the dancefloor with her?” his hand now moving closer to your body.

“Well, I guess I need some rest.” you chuckled at your excuse. Not long after that you felt his fingertips brushing against the skin on your bare arms. You tried to pull back when you felt uncomfortable at his touch only for him to come even closer to you. You wanted to find a way of escaping this moment. And then it came–

“Here’s your drink, miss.” the barman moved his arms in front of the man with your drink on his grip making him move back. A wide smile came to your face as your eyes thanked the barman a million times in just a few seconds for helping you.

“Thanks~” you said and left the bar with your drink on your hand as you looked back at the barman watching you leaving your spot. Before you turned your gaze in front of you you noticed the man at the bar walking towards you. You didn’t panic and went to sit back at your reserved couch. You looked to the next couch where the eight men were seated before. This time only four of them were now seated. You assumed that the others must be on the dancefloor or at the bar. You noticed three girls seated next to Choi San, one on his left and two on his right grinding their bodies on him. You felt disgusted at the sight of them but were thankful that they still had their clothes on. Suddenly you feel his eyes on yours and you quickly turn around to take a sip of your drink only to cringe at the taste of it. You decided to turn around slowly just to see if he was still looking at you. You regretted it though as you saw him getting up while his eyes were still stuck on yours. You take another sip of your drink nervously trying not to look at him.

“Do you need anything?” he asked creeping his sharp eyes right in yours. You tried to cool down your fast beating heart and spoke with confidence.

“Not necessarily.”

“Then stop fucking staring at me, you whore!” his harsh words made your blood boil as you frowned your eyebrows deciding not to let him win the war he started. You clenched your fists while leaving your drink on the table and standing up only to face his foxy eyes from a closer point.

“What did you say?” you asked angrily looking right into his eyes. His gaze was burning you but you wouldn’t let some random mobster have his way with you. You walked closer to him. Now you could feel his breathing upon your forehead. Your body size was way smaller than his but that didn’t make you feel offended at all. You just wanted to crash that handsome face of his with your clenched fist. “I think you’ve got confused, sir. The whore is not me but the ones grinding their body on yours.” your tone caught his attention as no one never dared speak to him in such an angry tone. The girls seemed to get offended as they stood up and wrapped themselves around San’s arms.

“San, what’s with this bitch?”

“Did she just call us whores? Ridiculous. Just look at how she’s dressed herself.”

“You don’t have the right to call us names when you yourself are in such a bitch outfit and now trying to seduce our Sannie!” their words went smooth out their mouths with such ease that made you even more angry. It’s then that your mobster blood in your veins took control. You chuckled. It made the girls go insane.

“At least I didn’t just throw myself on him. Unlike you.” that was it. That was enough for the girls’ brains to catch fire and get actually mad at you. One of the girls left San’s arm, walked over to your table and stood in front of you. She was taller than you. But this didn’t have to be to your disadvantage and you well knew it.

“I’ll make you regret this moment!” she screamed trying to shock you and threw her fist in your direction. Little did she know about how much your mobster father had trained you in fighting for such situations. That was the only thing you were thankful to your father about. Full of confidence you dodged successfully her fist that was aiming for your face and you hit her knee with your heels. As expected she falls down holding her aching knee with both hands.

“What did you do to her?!” you heard the other two girls approaching you angrily taking their turns in fighting you. One of them threw a fist at you and you dodging her you grabbed her arm and threw her over on the couch. The other one following to scratch your face with her long pink painted nails. Scratches hurt like hell and you weren’t in the mood for suffering from scratches right now. You quickly got a hold of her pinky and pulled it back towards her elbow. Her arm followed automatically. With a quick push she found herself on the floor and her arm behind her back unable to move her body an inch. As you placed your knee at the center of her back she pleaded to let her go. San’s eyes never left your movements. Even the other three seated men were now standing observing the fight. Some people from the dancefloor stopped dancing and approached to see what’s happening. The situation caught Soyeon’s attention who was dancing this whole time and walked over with the rest. The girl on the couch worried for her friends fell on the floor beside her.

“We’re sorry! We’ll leave you alone. Just don’t hurt us! Please...”

“Please... I take everything I said back...” said the first girl that got hit by you. You released her and moved to the table to grab your drink. The three girls stood up and run away in embarrassment. You took a sip and only then you realised that you’ve been watched this whole time by half of the people inside the club. It was bad... You suddenly remembered what you promised yourself earlier when you met San. To never do anything that turns his attention to you. But there you were. You attracted not only his attention but the whole club’s. You drank every single drop of your vodka and placed the the glass on the table near you. Your eyes travelled around to find Soyeon. You noticed the man from earlier at the bar. His lips apart as his jaw was hanging down. If it wasn’t linked with skin his jaw would have been on the floor from the shock. He now was thankful to the barman who cut him off earlier from bothering you. You chose to ignore him and keep searching for Soyeon. There she was. Standing all excited from your previous show. She jumped towards you and hugged you tightly.

“Y/n! I’m glad you didn’t get hurt.” her words shocked you and the rest of the people around you. Was there even a possibility where you could get hurt by those girls? As more people gathered around you you noticed the rest of San’s group rejoining their friends. Your eyes met with San’s who was in awe and you could sense it. You turned your face to Soyeon.

“Soyeon...” you whispered with a smile trying not to show how nervous you were with everybody’s eyes on you.

“Yes y/n?” she hummed with a smile looking up at your face.

“Do you have your things on you?” you asked her not breaking your smile.

“Huh? Uhh... I think so, why–” before finishing her words you grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the club with you leaving everyone behind. There was a commotion after your leaving but you couldn’t care less at the moment. As the crowd started disbanding the group of mobsters looked at each other and started laughing at the show you put on earlier.

“Did you she that?”

“Yeah! She went like that and then... oh my gosh!” it was a fact that you had shocked them and in a good way. Which means that you failed your mission to avoid them at all costs. San didn’t respond. He just stood there frozen.

“Hey, San. You good dude?” one of the men tapped his shoulder. The touch woke him up.

“Yeah yeah...” he walked to the couch and sat on it. The others followed him to the couch and sat next to him. They looked at San in sync. He was looking on the floor. He seemed skeptical. A few minutes later he lifted his face up now looking in front of him. His face was bright as if an excellent idea made its way into his mind.

“Did anyone of you catch that girl’s name?” he asked as he turned around his face checking each one of his friends’ faces. The boys tried to remember.

“Y/n.” the red haired boy spoke up and everyone looked at him. “I think so?” he shrugged. San got up and hugged only one who remembered your name.

“Thank you Jongho! I owe you this one.” and with that said he grabbed his phone from the table and run off. The boys looked at each other in confusion. The barman who was at the bar earlier was standing at your table ready to pick up your glass to wash it. He heard the boys’ conversation which he found interesting as your name rang a bell at the back of his mind. Making his way back to the bar he continued his job without any comment.

Your hand was gripping her arm as you two were still running as if someone was after you.

“Hey, y/n! Stop, it hurts!” her whines made you finally stop running and turning back at her caressing her aching arm.

“I’m sorry... I... I just panicked...” your face down feeling sorry for what happened earlier. “I don’t know what got into me...”

“Maybe it was the genes... no– I’m sure it was the genes.” your friend confirmed and you found it logical.

“Damned genes...” there were a lot of moments where you wished you weren’t born into a mobster family, or not even born at all. And this one was that type of moment. Unfortunately.

“By the way... did you see how everyone was looking at you with their mouths open wide? Hahahaha... Even San was in awe! I’m sure that he could fall in love immediately.” her words didn’t seem that exciting to you but you liked the idea of San falling for you. You thought he was handsome and you liked him but... he seemed like an egoist and narcissist while looking back at his actions.

“Yeah whatever.” you shrugged it off not wanting to continue the conversation.

“Well, anyways... Are we going to go to another club? I know another good one that’s not so far from h–”

“No, thanks. I’ve had enough of one club tonight. I’m sorry I blew this up... it was our first night out in a while and I...” you cut her off but it didn’t bother her. She understood your situation even if she liked teasing you she knew the limits.

“No need to be sorry. I really had fun. I’ve also lost count of the amount of boys I danced with tonight. Hahahaha...” she laughed quite loudly which made you laugh as well. Soyeon knew how to light you up. She knew your buttons. That’s why you trusted her this much. She was your only friend since childhood. You liked her so much. And she liked you as well. You found peace in each other. It was the perfect friendship you could have ever wished for.

“Then I guess I’m going home now.’’

“Do you know the way? Do you need me to walk you home?” Soyeon asked you since it was your first time in Seoul and you didn’t know the roads yet.

It’s okay. I’ll find my way home.” you said and she could feel your confidence.

“Alright then.” she hugged you one last time and kissed your cheek before turning around to walk her way home. “Goodbye. See ya.”

“See ya.” you replied and watched her walking away until you’ve lost her figure in the night’s fog. You turn yourself around and start walking home. You had already downloaded a map of the streets in Seoul and you found your way home easily. Before getting on the elevator you heard some footsteps from behind you. You thought that it might be some neighbour of yours since you haven’t met anyone from the building yet. You turned around with a smile to greet no one. No one was behind you. You’d swear you heard footsteps a while ago. It felt weird. Finally the elevator’s door opened and you got in quickly. Looking around carefully as you pressed the third button and the doors closed slowly. When they closed for good you rested your back against the wall inside the elevator and sighed. However much you were trained for self defense you still were a girl. What if something went wrong and you weren’t in a position to defend yourself alone? Also all those scary stories your brother read you when you were little... What if any of it was actually true? What if the supernatural existed? What if... Your mind went on and on about million what ifs even when you got out of the elevator and entered your room. You had forgotten about the footsteps you heard earlier. No... you just decided to ignore it completely. That’s what you did. You took off your clothes and went to take a shower. The water was cold, just how you liked it. It was refreshing.

When you finished, you changed into your pyjamas and wrapped a towel around your wet hair. You took your phone and checked it. Although you knew that no one could contact you on this phone except Soyeon.

You sat by the window in your bedroom while looking at old pictures of you and your brother. You were laughing at the funny memory videos of your brother you had transferred from your old phone. Christmas Eve, New Year’s Eve, Thanksgiving, Halloween, memories from every single year’s event. It was hilarious. The way you seemed in the videos in contrast with the way you were right now. So much different.

At the park, some suspicious movements could be spotted. If you had just felt like it, you would have taken a look outside the window and at the park along with the men in black who were exchanging drugs. But you didn’t see a thing as you were busy watching all those old videos on your phone. Unfortunately, one of the men at the park noticed your figure through the window. You were doomed. He gathered the rest of the group and got into the building trying to find your apartment. The man could see on which floor you stay but he couldn’t see on which room. But since the first apartment of the third floor was number 300 and yours was 306...

Meanwhile, you felt your eyes shutting down by themselves. You were tired. You removed yourself from the window and put your phone on the bedside table beside your head. Without letting your wet hair dry, you lay on your bed and sleep soundly.

It wasn’t difficult to break in your apartment. The drug dealers were experienced since that was like a job to them. Their life depended on their not being found by anyone who could tell the police. And that one this time was you. You had to be removed. That’s what they thought. Two of them were inside your apartment now walking through the living room and past the kitchen. Next was your bedroom. One of them opened the door of your room careful not to make a sound. Then a sound of a chair crashing on the floor was heard from the kitchen which made you wake up. You saw the man in your bedroom almost upon your head. You got up immediately, took off the towel that was still wrapped around your head and wrapped it around his face. You pulled the sides of the wet towel and made his head crash on the window. He fell down dizzy. That was your chance. You placed yourself on his back while grabbing his arm and putting it behind his back, just like you did to one of the girls in the club.

“Who are you? What do you want from me? Who sent you?” you asked angrily. You didn’t get a response but a slam on the door as you saw another man coming in and towards you. You panicked. The man hit the man on the floor with his foot right on his face. Then be pulled you removing you from his back and dragged you out of the room. As you were passing trough the kitchen and living room you saw the whole place as if it was a battlefield. The chair on the floor, some of them broken, paintings had fallen from their places on the walls. It was a total mess. The man dragged you outside your apartment and all the way down by the stairs to the first floor. Still half asleep you couldn’t see the man’s features but he didn’t seem to want to harm you. When you managed to get a good hold of his face and recognise him you were inside his car and he was driving. He was one of the men that San had within his group of mobsters. That means he was a mobster as well. But what was his purpose on coming all the way to your house? You sat yourself properly on your seat and looked at the road then back at him.

“Where are you taking me? And why are you here? Why?!” you placed your face closer to his while frowning your eyebrows.

“Don’t I get a thank you for saving you? What a pity...” the man said and you sat yourself back.

“What do you mean–”

“I’m Wooyoung. Nice to meet you y/n. I hope we get to be good friends.” he said and a big smile was placed on his lips. Even in the dark night you could see it.

“How do you know my name?” you asked terrified.

“Your friend told us.” you froze at his words. Why would Soyeon tell them your name? She knew that if the mobsters found out your name, you were doomed. So, why?

“Where are you taking me?”

“San’s place.” you looked him in the eyes shocked. Why would San take you home?!

“San’s what? Never. I can’t go there... No.” you said and tried to open the door to get out but Wooyoung was quick to make sure you couldn’t get out of the moving car.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Orders. Now stay still and I won’t have to hurt you.” you decided to give in. You wouldn’t do the same when you got in San’s house. No...

After a long time of driving the car stopped and Wooyoung unbuckled his seat belt then yours.

“Follow me.” he took you by the arm and walked you inside the big mansion. It was so huge. Even your house wasn’t that big. Was he more rich than your family was? Maybe... Wooyoung and you walked through a large room that was probably the living room. Everywhere you could see expensive furniture, paintings and it all looked so new. As if he bought all that stuff in the morning. While walking through the hall you noticed a group of maids walking around. They were working. It kind of reminded your own house but still San seemed more rich than you were. In the end of the hall, Wooyoung paused and knocked on a dark coloured door.

“Come in.” you heard from the inside a low voice. Was it San? Of course it would be San... Who else would it be... Wooyoung opened the door and pushed you inside the room. The room was huge, not as huge as the living room but still huge. It was an office. You liked this kind of style in rooms. But that wasn’t the moment to sit back and admire San’s style in decorating his office.

“Well well, welcome.” San spoke as he stood up from his seat. You turned your head to where his voice came from and looked him in the eyes. “Thanks for your hard work Wooyoung. Leave y/n and me alone. You may go rest now.” Wooyoung smiled at his friend and walked out of the room closing the door behind him. San walked in front of you and smiled in your face. “Welcome to my mansion. How does it feel to be here?”

“Take me home.” you demanded only making him laugh.

“Oh, I can’t do that. Not until I get a response.” when he said that your mind could only go to your father. San maybe wanted to take you back to your father.

“I’m not going back!” you shouted. San got confused.

“What?” he asked but then smiled as an idea came down his mind. “Ah, I see. You want to stay here with me. I accep–”

“I’m going home! I’m never going back there!” your words now confused him completely. In fact, he didn’t know that you run away from your home in Busan and that by home you meant your apartment in Seoul. You thought he already knew. But he didn’t. “You can’t make me go back there!”

“What do you mean back there?”

“What do you mean? You don’t understand?” Was he that stupid? Was he playing games? He seemed really confused though. Did he not know about your real identity yet and just your name? You cleared your throat and asked him. “Why did you bring me here?” He smiled and hummed.

“You’ll stay with me from now on. Also I recommend you of being my girlfriend.” his words made your mind pause for a second but then there you were. Bursting out in laughter. He looked offended and he raised an eyebrow at your laughter. “What’s so funny?”

“You’re funny!” you kept laughing and he walked closer to you. He placed his fingertips on your chin lifting your head slightly.

“Don’t laugh at me. You’ll regret this.”

“We’ll see about that.” you pushed his hand away and posed to throw a punch on his stomach. Even though you were quick San managed to dodge. You were shocked. Only your mentor and your brother had dodged your punches in the past. Why could San dodge your punches? Why?! “Huh–” then he grabbed your arm and placed it behind your back. You struggled against his grip for a while and then shouted “Hey! Let me go!” San moved his face close to your ear behind your back and whispered.

“You have skills. I’m impressed. And I’m more impressed at your decision to hit me instead of accepting my offer.”

“Why would I ever accept your offer? I’m not that crazy.” then you decided to say something that you thought it could avoid any possibility of San learning about your identity. “You’re just a dirty mobster. Why would I want to be with someone like you?” this made San rather angry. No one could step on his pride. Not even you who he seemed to like. He wouldn’t allow it. But now that you’ve done it there was no going back. His sight darkened as his mind went blank with anger.

“You dare make fun of me?” as soon as he said that he turned you around and pinned you on the closed door. “Take it back.” he hissed in your face.

“Never!” you tried to seem as if his harsh actions against you had no effect.

“Regret can be the worst fear ever.”

“I’ve never regretted my actions.”

“Fine, then. You asked for it.” San pinned both of your arms above your head with his left hand. His right hand moved up your neck to your jaw as he cupped it and moved his face even closer to yours. “Don’t regret this moment.” and as he said that he crashed his lips onto yours. Your eyes opened wide at the shock but quickly shut closed at the disgust feeling in your mind. He pocked his tongue at your lips looking for an entrance to your mouth. Accidentally you moaned in his lips and gasped for air. This gave him enough space to enter your mouth with his tongue now exploring the insides of your mouth. You got dizzy and your arms felt loose. As he noticed that he let your arms fall on your sides and he pulled you up in his arms without breaking the kiss. You weirdly found yourself wanting to kiss him back. You gripped on his white shirt trying not to fall. San was holding you up with his hands on your ass. He started grinding his lower body on yours. Your mind seemed to start going numb as you felt yourself giving in to the pleasure San was giving you. Suddenly you felt something hard grinding under your cloth covered rear. It was San’s half hard cock. This helped you get back to your senses.

Then San laid you on the couch and he came on top of you. He pulled away and smirked at you.

“You look so beautiful. Let’s have some fun.” you smiled as a response while gritting your teeth under your fake smile.

“Have fun on your own.” you whispered in a sweet tone and with a quick movement your leg hit San’s crotch. San squinted in pain as he fell back on the couch holding his aching and half hard parts. You rushed to the door and looked back at San. “No need to walk me out. I know the way.” and with that you left the room and run all the way out of the mansion. Wooyoung, Jongho and another one of San’s friends, you’ve never heard his name of, saw you running out of San’s office and got curious.

“What happened? Why is y/n here?” asked the man.

“San asked me to bring her here.” Wooyoung said thinking back.

“Then why did she leave running?” the man said again.

“Huh, don’t you know San?” Jongho said and looked at the two boys. “Oh come on, Wooyoung, Yeosang... He must have done something inappropriate to her...” he shrugged his shoulders and got up from his chair.

“He’s fast!” Wooyoung said and started laughing.

“It’s not funny Wooyoung... Just think about how y/n must have felt...” Yeosang said and got up from his chair as well.

“I’m going to check on San. Come along.” Jongho said and the boys followed him to San’s office.

“San, we’re coming in.” Yeosang said and he opened the door for them to enter. When they entered the room they saw San laying on his side on the couch while still holding his aching member under his jeans. Wooyoung couldn’t just hold it in and fell on the floor laughing loudly at his friend’s experience.

“Don’t you dare Wooyoung!” he hissed but it didn’t make Wooyoung stop laughing. Jongho sat on the couch next to his brother.

“San, what did you do to y/n?” he asked San looking into his eyes.

“Nothing!” San stood up straight revealing to the boys his half hard member. Wooyoung who was laughing paused for a second before bursting into a deeper laughter.

“He even got a hard on!” Wooyoung was tearing up from all the laughing. Yeosang sighed at San’s revelation.

“What were you thinking San? How could you be so clueless...” Yeosang questioned his friend’s logic of human feelings.

“What? Did I do something wrong?”

“If you want her to like you, you can’t just throw yourself at her like that.”

“I didn’t throw myself on her! She started it.”

“I doubt that.” Wooyoung said as his laughing finally stopped and he stood up properly.

“Doubt?! You all saw how she was at the club earlier. She was staring at me like I was a three course meal! Didn’t you all see how she fought those bitches just for them to leave me free for her?” San said full of pride.

“Then why did she leave running after that?” Jongho asked ironically his older brother.

“She probably felt embarrassed because she wanted some privacy with me.” San kept mumbling about with pride which made everyone sigh in disappointment for their friend.

“Okay, you’re that clueless.” Yeosang said while scratching the back of his head.

“What?” San said in confusion.

“If she wanted privacy she wouldn’t kick... down there...” Jongho pointed at San’s crotch trying to explain to his clueless brother the reason of your reaction. San got bored of the boys’ telling him he was wrong to do so.

“Fine, enough already... Will you please get out now. I want to rest for a bit...” San spoke loudly and laid his back on the couch.

“You guys go. I’ll follow you later.” Wooyoung said as the others were leaving the room.

“What is it Wooyoung? I told you I want to rest.” San complaint to his friend.

“It’s about y/n...” Wooyoung’s words made San stand up straight.

“I think that y/n is kind of in some trouble.” Wooyoung said and took a seat next to San.

“What do you mean she’s in trouble? Did anything happen?” San got anxious.

“There were some drug dealers outside her house... and inside...”

“What? And you’re telling me now?! What if they’re still there? She’s alone!”

“Don’t worry San. I asked Seonghwa to gather some soldiers and associates outside of y/n’s house 24/7 everyday.” San sighed.

“Why would these people target y/n though?”

“I’ll look into it myself later.”

“Okay, thanks Wooyoung.” San tapped Wooyoung’s shoulder lightly.

“You can count on me, San. Anything for you.” Wooyoung smiled at his dear friend.

“I know, Wooyoung. I know.”

Since the moment you left San’s mansion you’ve been running on the roads. Nonstop. Your mind was blank. You even were almost hit by a car. The chill night weather made you sneeze because your hair was still a little wet from the shower. Or was it wet because of the tears that were running down the corner of your eyes? Your face was a teary mess. You couldn’t understand why you were crying. Was it because of the way San treated you earlier? How vulgar he was. But did he make you feel gross or was it his aggressiveness that shocked you back then? Maybe the cause of the tears was something else. Something related to your mobster family. Your parents made you do whatever they wanted. And now they wanted more of you. How could you not run away after your father asked from you. Marry Kai?! No way... Why would your father even think of marrying you off to someone else’s son? You didn’t care if it was for money or more power. A parent should never use their children as tools. That made them no humans. It was unforgivable. But unless you run away you couldn’t avoid this marriage. Also, the only person that could help you convince your father to refuse the proposal was your older brother. But Chanyeol was in the States. He wasn’t even aware of the arranged marriage. There was no other way to avoid the situation. It took you a lot of courage to come to Seoul and change your life. But what was all this for? The moment your eyes met with San’s your life has been nothing different as it was back in Busan. Problems. A mess. A complete mess.

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[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers DARK FATE ー Reiji Dark [04]

ー The scene starts in the kitchen

Yui: ( If I make Ayato-kun’s all-time favorite takoyaki, he might wake up from the scent! )

( ...It all started with that simple thought (1) as I casually got to cooking but... )

Reiji: You there! Stay focused!

Yui: Y-Yes!

( Uu...Reiji-san’s cooking class is even more daunting (2) than I expected... )

Reiji: ...Aah, honestly. I did not expect you would cover the entire countertop in flour...

Keep your eyes on the bowl while you are sifting!

Yui: M-My bad...

( It’s very much like Reiji-san to sift the flour first so it’s less likely for clumps to form. )

( ...However, my arm has started aching... )

Reiji: Keep the sifter vertical. You’re not putting enough strength in your wrist!

Yui: Ah, yes!

Reiji: Aah! Wrong!

*Rustle rustle*

Reiji: With vertical...ーー I meant to hold it like this.

Yui: ...!

( I can’t concentrate when I feel his breath against the back of my nape...Uu, he’s way too close... )

Reiji: ...Haah. On top of that, your posture is sloppy as well.

Come on, straighten your back like this!

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ...!

( Oh no, it tickles...! )

Reiji: Your cheeks are flushed, Komori Yui.

Do you feel unwell? Or perhaps...

*Rustle*

Reiji: Does me holding you like this make you exci...No, make you burn with desire? (3)

Yui: ...!

Selection

→ It’s nothing (M)

Yui: I-It’s nothing!

Reiji: Fufu, is that so? In that case, it seems like I have absolutely nothing to worry about?

Aah, you are tilting the sifter again. When holding it, your fingers should be...

*Rustle*

Yui: ( Is he teasing me on purpose!? )

→ It’s your fault (S)

Yui: ...It’s your fault.

Reji: Oh dear? Me?

Yui: I-I mean...! You approached on purpose...

Reiji: I am only teaching you to cook.

...Like this, that is.

Yui: ...!!

( There’s really no reason for him to move this close...He’s definitely toying with me... )

*TIMESKIP*

Reiji: Fufu, that does not look half bad. You pass.

Yui: ...T-Thank you very much...

( I didn’t think we’d spend this long just sifting flour... )

( Reiji-san’s way too meticulous...! )

( I feel a little burnt out. )

Reiji: Let us gradually add the flour to the batter next.

Yui: ...Ah, yeーー

ー She grows a little dizzy.

Yui: ...H-Huh...?

Reiji: ...Is something the matter?

Yui: No, I’m fine.

( I wonder what just happened? I felt as if my vision grew blurry for a second...ーー )

ー Yui collapses

Reiji: Yui...!!

*Rustle*

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: ( ... )

( ...It smells kinda nice in here. )

( I’m picking up a rich fragrance of sauce... )

( This is... )

ー She opens her eyes again

Yui: ...!

Reiji: Oh? You have awakened?

Yui: Huh? ...Reiji-san? ...This smell is...

Reiji: Yes. While you were asleep, I finished the takoyaki in your place.

Yui: ( I see...I must have collapsed while Reiji-san was giving me cooking instructions... )

Reiji: ...However, I did not expect you to wake up at this exact moment.

Yui: What do you mean...? 

Reiji: You woke up from the dish which was supposed to wake up Ayato, no?

*Rustle*

Yui: ( ーー!! He suddenly pulled me close...! )

R-Reiji-san...?

Reiji: After all, I was convinced that the thing waking you upーー

...Nn...

Yui: ...!!

Reiji: ...would be my kiss.

Yui: ( ...Reiji-san! That kiss is foul play...!! )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) 軽い or ‘karui’ usually means ‘light’ in terms of weight, but it can also mean ‘casual’ or ‘whimsical’, implying she did not put much thought into it and simply got to cooking.

(2) When something is very intense, a common term in Japanese is スパルタ or ‘Sparta’, referring to the intense fights amongst Spartans. 

(3) While 興奮 or ‘kōfun’ is often used to refer to sexual arousement as well, the term 欲情 or ‘yoku-jō’ puts even more emphasis on desire/lust. Meanwhile, kōfun could be used for a non-sexual type of excitement as well.

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[Translations] Kiduku Issa Birthday Tweets - July 23, 2021

It is Issa’s birthday~!! I’m so happy to see how much he’s grown and how much he’s shown to really enjoy celebrating with the boys, too! 

In any case, birthday tweets also updated on the masterpost here~!

Tweet Sources: Official Twitter

☆ Today is Kiduku Issa’s (C.V. Yamanaka Masahiro) Birthday! ☆

FUTABA: Nii-san! We didn’t think it’d coincide with the Olympics’ opening, but we’re here to celebrate your day! Come on~! ISSA: Alright, alright... FUTABA: I know you’re happy, so stop trying to hide it. ISSA: Hah? FUTABA: Guys, say hello to our star today~! 

(door opens)

ALL: Happy birthday, Issa!

# Kiduku Issa Birthday Fest 2021

More under the cut, enjoy~! 

☆ Today is Issa’s Birthday! 2 ☆ 

ISSA: Thanks. FUTABA: Oh, so you can say thank you. ISSA: Huh? This is just common courtesy. NAO: You’re snarky, but you sure do have good manners, huh, Issa. You hypocritical delinquent, you~ ISSA: Don’t forget the honorific, you damn brat. NAO: Issa-SAN! Congrats! ISSA: Yeah.  YUMA: Happy birthday! (I’m surprised Nao knows such a complicated word.)

# Kiduku Issa Birthday Fest 2021

☆ Today is Issa’s Birthday! 3 ☆ 

TAKAAKI: Congratulations, Issa! OUKA: Happy birthday. ISSA: Yeah. TAKAAKI: Ah, sorry. I almost forgot something important. Here ya go!

(Nameplate ON!)

ISSA: Ah�� OUKA: That was kind of an anticlimactic response. ISSA: Nah, man, it’s not like it’s something to get so exci-- OUKA: It’s cute, isn’t it!? ISSA: … I guess...

# Kiduku Issa Birthday Fest 2021

☆ Today is Issa’s Birthday! 4 ☆ 

ISSA: … (dead silent) TAKAAKI: Alright! He’s quietly eating cake, but I know our boy is really excited! So, I’d like everyone here to express his feelings for him on his behalf! ALL: Yessir! ISSA: What…?

FUTABA: Entry No. 1 - Kiduku Futaba!

FUTABA: “… The nameplate’s too cute, I can’t eat it.”

# He actually ate it up so quickly. # Kiduku Issa Birthday Fest 2021

☆ Today is Issa’s Birthday! 5 ☆ 

NAO: Oyama Naosuke’s up next!

NAO: “Hmph… Your feelings came across well, that’s for sure…”

ISSA: I’m not going easy on you.

YUMA: Entry No. 3 - Shirase Yuma!

YUMA: “... Don’t look at me… I’m feeling shy...”

ISSA: Really, you...

# They hit the nail right on the head. # Kiduku Issa Birthday Fest 2021

☆ Today is Issa’s Birthday! 6 ☆ 

OUKA: No. 4 - Kira Ouka!

OUKA: “The nameplate was… It was really good…”

ISSA: You’re still pushing for that-- OUKA: It was my first time ordering a nameplate, so I was really nervous about it. ISSA: IT WAS DAMN GOOD, OKAY!!

TAKAAKI: No. 5 - Mamiya Takaaki! TAKAAKI: “I love you all!!”

ISSA: ...

# He probably can’t deny it. # Kiduku Issa Birthday Fest 2021

☆ Today is Issa’s Birthday! 7 ☆ 

ISSA: (sighs)... Alright, real talk. I wouldn’t care even if you forgot my birthday. Me being here is proof enough that I was born in this world. That’s all there is to it.

But, yeah…

If you’re happy celebrating, then I don’t mind either. I’m fine with it being a motivation for you to do something, too.

For me, that’s what my birthday’s all about.

# Kiduku Issa Birthday Fest 2021

☆ Today is Issa’s Birthday! 8 ☆ 

ISSA: Enjoy yourselves to the fullest. Live in the moment, play. Eat as much cake as you want. Laugh like you’ve never laughed before. I’ll listen to anything you say, so don’t hold back. Today’s my birthday, you know?

FUTABA: Yeah, you’ve got it! ALL: Happy birthday!

Happy birthday, Issa!

# Kiduku Issa Birthday Fest 2021

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, ISSA-SAN~!!! 

[n3x0id]

fun fact! exci is a straight mix of sans and his partner.

[caupona-lunae]

i got curious.

dr. bags belongs to @megalommi

[n3x0id]

one side of exci does, though not well, while the other cant do it to save his life. neither side really need to.

Does your OC know how to tie a necktie? If so, how often do they use this skill?

[yeonchi]

Doctor Who Hiatusbreaker Update 2

Although the premiere of Doctor Who Series 13 is still a while off, let alone the announcement of a premiere date, there are a few things I’d like to talk about before that time comes. Let’s get right into it.

Filler series plans to talk about Series 1-10

Some time ago, I had plans to make a ten-part series talking about Series 1-10 in detail, but because I had a lot of stuff going on, those plans were reduced to something I call Doctor Who 10 for 10 - 10 Things for 10 Series, which was to state ten things about each series with at least 4 to 6 of these things being my opinions on each series. This was intended to be a filler series to bide the time before Series 13 comes out, but that may have to come at another time. I’m also continuing with Kisekae Insights if anyone wants to check it out.

The post-Series 13 forecast

Since Series 13 would be Jodie Whittaker’s third series as the Doctor, signs are pointing to this being her final series. There are also rumours stating that there will be two specials in 2022 that would serve as her final episodes. If this is the case, then it means that Jodie Whittaker would have been the Doctor for five years; a five-year-long ordeal of pain because series seem to be released pretty much every other year as a result of the almost-year-long gaps between them, not to mention the fact that less episodes are being produced as time goes on. Whether Chris Chibnall will be remaining on is still unknown at this time. Frankly, I’ll be glad when this is all over because I (and many other fans) have been kept hanging for so long. I just hope the Timeless Child payoff will be worth it.

At this point, the only reason why I’m still watching the series is mainly because I want to know how the Timeless Child arc plays out. The initial shocks have come and gone, but now this is where we wait and see if the aftershocks are as worse.

When I started my Thirteenth Doctor Reviews, I made a pact that I would cut off all ties with the series going forward if the Fourteenth Doctor was another female. Given the Timeless Child arc and the rumours that Olly Alexander would replace Jodie Whittaker (which would make him the first gay actor to play the Doctor) that came and went because his agent stated that he was focusing on music for the time being, I’ve honestly stopped giving a shit at this point. I’ll probably continue being a casual fan of Doctor Who, watching episodes as they come out, but regardless, all that this series will be to me is like what the Koei Warriors series has degraded itself to over the past decade. I’ll still be grateful for all the inspiration and opportunities it has provided me with over the years, but I’ll probably accept that the series has gone on a downward spiral with seemingly no way of coming back up. But hey, all will be revealed in due time, so the forecast isn’t that bleak for now.

The first look into Series 13 (added 26 July 2021)

So just today, two days after I originally published this post, the teaser trailer for Doctor Who Series 13 was released following the 2021 San Diego Comic Con@Home. Aside from the Doctor, Yaz and Dan, the only other character we see is Vinder, a recurring character throughout the series who will be played by Jacob Anderson. Recurring character, you say, and that’s because Series 13 will apparently be a single serialised story. This brings callbacks to The Trial of a Time Lord or more loosely, the multiple two-parters of Series 9. We still don’t get an exact premiere date, only that it will premiere “later this year”, but given that Series 11 and 12 took about 10 months to film, we can predict that filming of Series 13 will likely be wrapping up in the next month. Whether there will be a shorter run of five or six episodes (thereby reserving two of those episodes for the 2022 specials, assuming they won’t be filmed separately to Series 13) is unknown, but regardless, I’m looking forward to watching and reviewing the series for myself.

Jodie Whittaker and Chris Chibnall leave Doctor Who (added 30 July 2021) 

In news that will surprise no one, Jodie Whittaker and Chris Chibnall have announced that they will be leaving the series in 2022. Technically, the news isn’t much of a surprise in terms of Whittaker than it is for Chibnall, as Russell T Davies and Steven Moffat have been showrunner for two Doctors each. But hey, with this, it means that my Thirteenth Doctor Reviews will also be a review of Chibnall’s run as showrunner.

My initial thoughts on this, which may or may not change coming up to Whittaker’s final episode - it was an okay run while it lasted, but honestly, good riddance. How’s that five year plan of yours going, Chibnall? If your plan was to divide the fanbase and leave them hanging with gaps between series, then you’ve really done it.

On top of this, Series 13 will be six episodes long, with the remaining two episodes to be broadcast as specials in 2022. The first of them will be a New Year’s Special (surprise surprise) and the second will follow in Spring 2022 (Northern Hemisphere). The Thirteenth Doctor’s final episode will premiere in Autumn 2022 (Northern Hemisphere) as part of the BBC’s Centenary celebrations. Some tentative dates I’m predicting are 18 October 2022, the 100th anniversary of the BBC, 23 November 2022, the 59th anniversary of Doctor Who, or 1 January 2023, which would make it another New Year’s Special (I’m not discounting 25 December 2022, I just think it’s less likely given how this era has been).

With this, the Fourteenth Doctor is expected to debut in 2023, the 60th anniversary year of Doctor Who. I just hope the new production team doesn’t disappoint the fans with that.

In terms of statistics, Jodie Whittaker has played the Doctor for 31 episodes, making her run the second shortest behind Christopher Eccleston. Peter Capaldi played the Doctor for 40 episodes, Matt Smith for 44 episodes and David Tennant for 47.

My hopes for Whittaker and Chibnall’s final episodes haven’t changed; I want to see what happens with the Timeless Child arc (and also Ruth). Whether the Fourteenth Doctor will be male or female (or played by a non-binary or trans actor), I have a few basic preliminary hopes for the next run; make each series 13 episodes again with a Christmas Special each year and put the series back on Saturday nights, like it was before Whittaker and Chibnall. Also, can we go back to filming in the 16:9 ratio? I can never get over how weird it looks on my screen (at full screen, it doesn’t look so weird when I have it playing on half screen, which is what I usually do when I write my reviews).

Jay Exci - The Fall of Doctor Who

Yes, it has been a while and I know I could have told everyone about this earlier, but better late than never I suppose. A couple of months ago, Jay Exci did a 5-hour long critique of the Chibnall era in his video, The Fall of Doctor Who. For some reason, there are those who see it as controversial because they’re NPCs who don’t want to hear criticism of the Chibnall era or they’re spergs who aren’t mature enough to sit through a 5-hour video they can watch in chunks, but hey, it’s pretty good. This is more in-depth than the reviews that people like Bowlestrek or Nerdrotic make, which essentially put Jay on their level in the eyes of the NPCs despite denying that they are on their level and being a sperg about how they’re better than them. Welcome to the party, Jay, you can check out anytime but you can never leave. 

Anyway, you can check out the video below. Even if you don’t feel like watching the whole video, I highly suggest that you watch section 4.2 onwards (timestamped link here) as it does resonate with my feelings on the Timeless Child arc. I swear, this is just like Dynasty Warriors 9 all over again. I know the feeling.

Cancel culture comes for Noel Clarke and John Barrowman

The thing about cancel culture is that people can be petty about things other people have done or said years ago and they can justify it with the excuse that they’re doing it to hold those people accountable. Depending on the context, it can expose the fact that that person is a major piece of shit or it can be an overreaction to something, which in the minds of today’s society is normally the latter.

Around the time that Noel Clarke was nominated for a Bafta at the end of March, allegations emerged of abuse and sexual misconduct against him. 20 women came forward with their stories and as a result, the final episode of Viewpoint was pulled from broadcast (but still released on Blu-ray and DVD) and Bulletproof was cancelled before filming on the fourth series would begin.

In May, video emerged of Clarke at Chicago TARDIS in 2014 talking about how John Barrowman would expose his genitals and slap it on people and things. This led to allegations about Barrowman surfacing, resulting in him apologising for his actions even though he had already been reprimanded for them over a decade ago and apologised in November 2008. Despite this, his contribution to the immersive theatrical event Doctor Who: Time Fracture was pulled and Big Finish have decided to shelf the release of Torchwood: Absent Friends, which would have featured David Tennant as the Tenth Doctor.

Now, I don’t care about Noel Clarke by any means, but this situation is honestly sad for John Barrowman because it shows that cancel culture spares no victims and leaves no fossil undiscovered. These PR stunts have clearly shown that the spineless people involved with those productions are so concerned with saving face that they are unable to just overlook these transgressions for the sake of fans who actually wanted to see him reprise his role as Captain Jack Harkness. But hey, what do I know? I don’t really care for anything other than the TV series, but it really shows how shameless corporations can be.

Once again, we don’t exactly know when Doctor Who Series 13 will premiere, but if you ask me, I predict that it will premiere in October or November. I’ll see you all again around that time.

[screentale]

Chapter 9 – Start of the mission

Frisk is leaving judgment hall without looking back and Sans is slowly dusting away. He wasn't so excied in a while:  “… heh… ” Next thing he knows, Sans wake up in his shabby room. Violent death in this trashy place is fast and while puppeteer is there, they are captured forever. “I'm back and now I have time,” Sans is relived.   He goes to true lab as fast as possible with the desk and papers: “I recollect it all… I hope… ” Puppeteer is sitting in front of pc, talking on a phone: “Hey, my pc is weird lately…”   “How weird?”  inquire voice from another side. “It’s turned on when I turned it off… “ he starts.   “In that case you probably just forgot.”   Puppeteer frown, “and I have search history I don’t remember… ” This time voice is smug: “Oooooh suuuure…”   “NOT LIKE THAT, DUDE!” they turn red.   “Hahahahaha.”   The player continues: “Plus Undetale stop working sometimes!”   “You played it for months! You probably messed with files too much. Like y'know, Chara and all that stuffs… ” sigh voice. “That may be right, but…”   “Come on, you will check that later, ok?  Now tell me if you will go out today or not? ”  Puppeteer let his pc problems go for now and made plan with his friend for the night. Sans is almost done. Belt bolt is done, necklace with S.A.E.M., gloves and cables are done, his jacket changed to adjust it all. Around his are many tools and papers: “I’m done.”   Sans dress up glows - for hurried work they fit perfectly. He takes the belt with eight batteries. His valuable tools were carefully prepared, now he needs to charge batteries.   Sans go to royal palace, walking trough judging hall, throne room and stopping in chamber with the barrier. King Asgore was in his bedroom, but he notice that someone walked trough the throne room. It's strange, because almost no one comes there. Asgore get to the throne room just see it empty, so only place there is can be...  barrier room. When he look inside barrier, goat monster sees who got there so he stands behind Sans.  That really is surprise: “Sans…?”   “Hey…  may seems like a unusual question, but do you believe me? ” respectfully ask the smiley skeleton.   Asgore stand next to him and look at the small monster:  “I do. That’s why you are in golden room not far away from here. ” Sans eyesocket are dark: “…  then could I see human souls? ” That is even bigger surprise for the monster king: “Golly, you never requested that before... but sure. ” Asgore wave his hand and the mechanism in room activate. Souls come up from the floor. Sans get close and look thoroughly at them.   With a wild smile, everything around the skeleton turns black - time stopped. “This should be okay…  all calculations are right…  “ without hesitation Sans stand in front of souls and he promptly let his hand levitate over them: “ I can’t fail. ” From the glove appears small form shaped as S.A.E.M. on his necklace and glove carefully gather tiny balls of mellow lights from souls.  Belt bolts shine as batteries filled up, each battery changing different colour. Same colours as souls. Time starts again, Sans just walk away from souls like nothing. When he is behind Asgore, he finally says:  “Thanks.” With that the skeleton monster is gone. King noticed a few glowing lights on the belt shining differently in this twilight room.  They didn’t shine with colours before.  Asgore is confused, but he allow souls go down into the floor. The mighty king of monsters sighs gently: “Maybe he will inform me later… when this lovely day will get closer to the end.”