Professor Layton and the Curious Feels For DaysI'm about 5 years late, but I just finished watching some playthroughs of the first three Professor Layton games and here are my exact thoughts to what happened at the end of the final one (spoilers ahead!):More Like This
I'm not gonna cry.
I'm not gonna cry...
Not gonna cry...
Not gonna, no siree...
Not gonna cry... Not happening...
I won't let myself cry. I won't... I can't--
This game series wreaked me emotionally...and I love that. I don't get emotional easily. Not with shows. Not with movies. Not even with real life events. But this game did it. It finally did it. I love these games. I honestly regret not having bought and played through them for myself, but I'm kind of lacking on time and money for the enjoyment part of my life... (although, I did succumb to buying a Luke Triton charm because, gosh darn is he cute.) With all this
2p!Italy x Reader - Text MessagesMore Like This
WARNING! CONTAINS VIOLENCE AND SWEARING AND MAYBE BLOOD AND STICKY STUFF.
I'M WARNING YOU, THIS FANFIC WILL MAKE YOU PARANOID.
When I was sixteen years old, I got my first cell phone. It was a normal flip phone, one that blinked red when I had a new text message. The first time I got one of the messages, I didn't think much of it.
???: Ti amo.
Me: I think you have the wrong number...Sorry.
???: No, ti amo.
Me: Really? Well...Who are you?
???: Your true love.
I showed the message to my friend, Elizaveta. She just laughed and shrugged her shoulders. I didn't reply to the mysterious man's text and promptly forgot all about it. I figured the poor guy had probably been trying to date some girl and she gave him a wrong number to get rid of him.
My next birthday I was seventeen years old, I got a new blackberry phone, which still had the red blinking light for new messages. I also got my first boyfriend. His name is Alfred.
One day, in the middle of class, I noticed the red light blink
Student!2p!America X Teacher!Reader Ch.8More Like This
Student!2p!America X Teacher!Reader Ch.8
“(F/N)! Who the f*ck is this guy!?”Al growled.
“She is a lady! (F/N) may I ask who this bloody git is!”Arthur shouted.
“Great! Another British piece of sh*t at my door step!”Al yelled referring to Oliver.
You sighed.”Al, this is Arthur my ex-husband. Arthur, this is Al.”
“Oh so this d*ckhead broke your heart!”Al spat.
“(F/N), what’s Al’s background?”Arthur asked you, glaring at Al.
“He umm…”You didn’t know what to say.
“He does look awfully young doesn’t he?”Arthur stated.
“F*ck off old man!!”Al shouted.
“(F/N) can I speak to you alone?”Arthur asked.
“Yes.” You said taking Arthur to your office. You handed him the file and he put it aside.
“(F/n) if you are dating this young lad, you know it isn’t right.”Arthur told you.