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leonw4nter · 1 month

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maybe like a lil drabble (or whatever you’d like to do) where instead of hunnigan working with leon, it’s the reader. and they be all flirty and cute and kinda like 👉👈

tbh it can work for anything post-re2r, even if its still before re4r. you can do how he acts around you in different eras (if you want to at all, or just choose an era)

sooo whatever you have most inspo with! thank youu

RE4R!Leon x FOSAgent!F!Reader drabble

After Ashley and Luis had gone to sleep in the small ramshackle shed Leon had managed to locate for the night, he sat by the entrance of their temporary shelter and turned on his comms, waiting for his radio to pick up a stable wavelength to relay information back to HQ. The dingy little thing still wouldn’t pick up a frequency, which the blond didn’t wonder about since he’s been thrown around one too many times, the walkie-talkie probably also got a small beating along with the impact his body took. After giving a small pat to the black box in his hands, he finally managed to hear the static of his handler’s voice.

“Condor One to Roost, baby Eagle is currently taking shelter in this… dilapidated hut,” he sternly reports. “Along with Sera. Luis Sera.”

A moment of silence fills the air, accompanying the gentle pitter patter of the rain on the thickening mud before you respond to his reports.

“Hmm… aerial imaging tells me you’re near a lake, am I right? Can hear the rain from here,” you say.

“Yeah. We’re not too far from a lake,” he responds. “Guess we got eyes in the sky too, huh.”

He hears a faint little breath coming from you, probably a soft scoff. He smiles to himself, the first time in a long time before he brings his wrist near to his face.

“What time is it back home?” he asks.

“1300.”

“You should probably get some rest, baby. Don’t worry about me, I’m making sure we all get out of here in one piece.”

“I want to but I can’t bring myself to,” he hears you softly respond. “I can’t risk losing you, you know. I gotta keep guard on comms 24/7 even though I know you’re great at your job.”

Leon’s heart squeezes a little bit; he knows how important rest is to someone, which is ironic considering how he hasn’t had proper rest in over 96 hours and is desperately craving a good, lengthy sleep though he doesn’t mind if it means keeping Ashley and the flirty Spaniard safe and sound. He won’t mind, most of all, if it meant keeping in touch with you.

“And besides, I have reports to send to Graham– location updates, aerial view images, all that jazz. I have many things to work on,” you say before he hears you yawn quietly. “It’s not like I can just stop doing these because I’m tired; at the end of the day, the president is a father who wants to know how his daughter is doing all the way on the other side of the world. He’s worried sick.”

“And at the end of the day, I’m just your boyfriend who wants to make sure my girlfriend is still taking care of herself despite all her workload,” Leon responds. “I know baby, I know but still take some time to rest– even for a little bit.”

A soft sigh can be heard from your end.

“Fine. But aren’t you supposed to be resting too? Don’t see any threats within a 3-mile radius, you’re good.”

“Nah. Gotta keep watch, can’t be too vigilant. You’ll be the one resting for both of us tonight,” he says.

“Leon.”

“I’ll get rest later, honey. I promise,” Leon pleads.

Another sigh. Gosh, Leon hates how you’ve been sighing a lot more lately, which meant that a lot was weighing on your mind.

“Promise me that. Or I’ll personally fly there to beat your ass.”

“I’d rather you beat something else of mine instead,” Leon jokes.

“I’ll remind you, agent Kennedy, that we’re still on government-operated frequencies so I highly recommend communicating in a professional manner.”

“Ma’am yes ma’am agent Kestrel, the absolute love of my life.”

“I’m going to go on the break you’ve been forcing me to have instead.”

Leon chuckles to himself, a small puff of air leaving his cracked and pale lips.

“Okay, okay. Good night, baby. I’ll talk to you 4 hours from now.”

“Good night, hon. I… I miss you and… please stay safe,” you sincerely whisper to him, unable to switch off the frequency connecting you to him.

“Me too. I miss you. I love you,” he says before turning the radio off and placing it back in one of the many fancy pockets he had.

He props one leg up while he sits, resting his forearm on his knee as he looks out into the dark and foggy scenery. The rain would be nice if he was back home with his girlfriend, cuddling and joking in the bed of their shared apartment instead of this miserable hellhole infested with mutants and murder-crazed cult fanatics. As much as he wanted to bring along a locket or a small picture of you he couldn’t, out of making sure that there would be no traces of foreigners that the crazy locals could use to somehow involve all of America into this. A faint creak of the rickety wooden floorboards has the hairs on the back of his head standing, his hands flying to the sleek silver pistol on his holster to point it at the source of the noise, only for the source of the noise to be the nosy Spaniard who was unfortunately very much wide awake and conscious throughout the conversation he had.

“Didn’t know you had a ladylove, sancho.” was all the man said after raising his arms up as the agent pointed his gun at him.

Leon put his gun back down, the usual smoulder and frown taking its place back into his haggard features as he sat back down and stared out into nothingness again.

“Didn’t peg you as the type to call a lady ‘baby’ or ‘honey’,” he teases. He walks up to Leon, taking a spot beside him and placing a cigarette to his lips before lighting the end of it with his lighter.

“‘You should probably get some rest, baby’,” Luis repeats with a sly smirk as he shoots Leon a curious look.

Leon simply gives him a death glare, squinting his eyes before turning his attention back to somewhere that isn’t irritating or getting on his last nerve.

“That’s not what it was.” It was what it was.

“Mhm, Sancho.”

“You be thankful she hasn’t ratted your ass out to the president yet,” he hisses.

“Good point there,” Luis sneers. “No… no anything then?”, to which Leon responds with silence.

“Then… perhaps she’d like to go out for a jive, a little dance of bachata with me,” the Spaniard presses with a shit-eating grin. “Since you two don’t seem to be anything.”

“Back off from my girlfriend,” Leon blurted as he froze the man in front of him with his steel blue gaze.

Luis puts out his cigarette, chucking it somewhere and gets up as he walks back to where he ‘slept’ moments ago.

“Okay, sancho. I can clearly see that you’re hers,” he comments. “I guess only you have the pass to call her ‘the absolute love of your life’. Buenas noches, amigo.”

With a wink, he lays back down on the floor and turns to his side to fall asleep.

NOTES - It feels great to finally get back to posting again!!! It's been quite some time and since I'm finally finished with the third quarter and my tests, I'll be more active with posting fics :)) Requests have been marinating in my inbox and I know ppl have been waiting for quite some time so here's the request, more otw!!!! I'm also eepy rn so I'm going to go to bed after I post this <3 Neways, thanks for reading my works and I <3333 UUUU!!!!!! HAVE A GREAT DAY WHEREVER YOU ARE <3

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sammyboyimagines · 10 months

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Trust Me

Pairing: Robin Buckley x fem!Reader x Platonic!Steve

Summary: Robin is trying to hide her relationship with you from Steve. He is adamant about figuring out her secret. 2.5k words

Warnings: swearing, insecurities.

//first fic back on Tumblr! I'm excited but also nervous bc idk my workload so updates might be sparse.

Robin anxiously glanced at the small silver watch on her arm, her heart pounding out of her chest. The fluorescent lights gave Robin a headache as she stole looks at the clock at Family Video every 30 minutes for the last few hours. Uncharacteristically quiet, Robin, who was known for her boisterous personality, seemed lost in a sea of her own thoughts. Today was different. She was nervous about her upcoming date with you shortly after work.

After spending a year at Family Video after Starcourt Mall burned down, she assumed the role of a co-manager at the store. The promotion had caused a tinge of saltiness in Steve, who couldn't help but feel slighted by the decision. However, knowing Keith, he would have chosen Robin's competence over Steve's charisma any day.

Tapping her foot on the carpeted floor absentmindedly, Robin contemplated what she would say to you. Every time your eyes met hers, she found herself drowning in her emotions. Your contagious smile would leave her speechless, and any words she had planned to say evaporated into thin air.

“Hey, what’s up with you? Are you nervous or something?” Steve leaned casually against the counter, observing Robin as she stacked up some movies to be shelved. His voice carried a hint of worry, concern etched across his face.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Robin replied bluntly. She didn’t even look at him as she worked, seemingly annoyed by his presence. He furrowed his brow but decided to let it slide for now.

Steve didn’t know that Robin had a date tonight, or that she was even dating at all. He watched as Robin adjusted her collar and cast another glance at the clock yet again. He would have found her anxious state peculiar under normal circumstances, but Robin's anxious nature was something he had grown accustomed to. He decided not to mention it.

“By the way, do you want to catch a movie with me? Pretty in Pink just came out, and I remember you said you wanted to see it.” Steve suggested, with a tinge of hope in his voice, grunting quietly while he set up displays around the store. The two were within earshot thanks to the store’s both tiny and empty space.

Robin scoffed lightly at his proposal, amusement laced her tone. “I don’t think it’ll be very interesting for you, Stevie,” Robin responded, rolling her eyes as she observed Steve shrug carelessly from across the room.

“I’m seeing it for you, dumbass.” Steve retorted, taking an extra pause to admire the ‘Fast Times at Ridgemont High’ cardboard cutout of Phoebe Cates. He breathed out a quiet longing sigh and strolled over to the main desk.

Robin shrugged. “Sorry dumbass, I’m busy tonight. Gotta get going right after my shift.” She spoke, reaching for the compact mirror in her pocket. She checked her mascara, her fingers delicately brushing over her lashes as she assessed her mascara, sighing softly as she realized she'd have to touch it up.

“Oh, yeah, that’s cool. Do you need a ride?” Steve inquired, humming a song that had been stuck in his head all day. Family Video’s music had lost its charm, it consistently played mostly the same 100 tracks just repeated over and over. They both grew sick of it after the first week of working there, but they learned to get accustomed to it.

“Nope! I have one.” Robin said, glancing at the clock. 10 minutes till 5 pm.

Steve never considered Robin’s anxiety to be concerning, but the fact that she already had a ride was mildly worrying. For over a year, he’d grown used to picking her up every morning and driving her home every evening. It was their routine, and now all of a sudden she didn’t need his assistance? She was brushing him off without any explanation like it wasn’t their daily routine.

It was Friday evening. They had a small tradition of either going to each other's house or going to a theater to watch a movie every Friday night. Every week without fail, they never canceled on each other. Steve felt his stomach drop at this realization. If Robin was willing to push aside their movie night tradition, would she push him away too?

Meanwhile, Robin had been thinking about you all day. She hadn’t seen you for a couple of weeks since you went traveling outside of Hawkins. Robin never went anyway, mostly because she didn’t have a car, but also because she had all she needed right here. She had Steve, and you. Now that you were back, the anticipation of spending a night alone with you had her buzzing with excitement.

In her mind, she reasoned that Steve was more than capable of watching the movie on his own. Robin couldn’t pinpoint exactly why she wanted to keep your relationship with her a secret, especially from Steve. Part of her felt that if she didn’t tell anyone, you two could carve out your own life outside of stupid high school drama and small-town problems.

Unbeknownst to Robin, Steve couldn’t stand being shut out by his best friend. After a difficult childhood, Steve clung tightly to the few people in his life that he could trust. Though he knew it was wrong to assume anything, his heart shattered at the thought of losing the person closest to him.

Rationally speaking, Steve knew he wouldn’t be losing her. Robin was his best friend, and he knew he couldn’t keep her to himself. It was a selfish thought, believing that Robin would stay forever. Nothing lasts forever.

He clenched his jaw and nodded in acknowledgment.

Steve observed Robin’s body language. She watched the clock, fixing small details of her appearance. Then, it clicked.

Robin was meeting up with someone. But who?

Robin met you at the high school. Initially, Robin would have never even considered glancing your way. After all, you were a cheerleader. She was under the assumption that all cheerleaders at Hawkins High would be egotistical freaks, but you changed her preconceptions.

“Shit, I’m so sorry. Robin, are you okay?” You frantically helped up the fallen girl currently sitting on the sidewalk outside of the school. Lost in a swirl of your own thoughts, you had practically tackled Robin while running to make the bus home.

“It-uh it’s fine. Wait-you know my name?” Robin dusted herself off gingerly, glancing at the uniformed cheerleader before her. She was surprised that you even recognized her name, she usually never associated with a cheerleader or any other sporty student.

“Of course I do! We were partners in History class last year, remember? I like your hair; it suits you.” You exclaimed, running your hands in your own. Though Robin suspected you might be saying those words to make her feel better, she couldn't hide the subtle blush that crept upon her face.

Now, seven months later, you two were practically inseparable.

The shrill ring of the phone jolted Robin into action, prompting her to swiftly pick it up. She held the receiver up to her ear, a ridiculously wide smile adorning her features. “Family Video, what can I do for you today? Oh, yeah I can arrange that.” Robin responded, her voice playful. A soft giggle escaped her lips.

Steve’s features read confusion as he watched the phone call unfold. Robin notoriously hated taking calls, always struggling to get the right words out. Out of the two of them, Steve was the best at talking to customers over the phone. Why was she suddenly responding without a single stutter or mumble?

“Who was that?” Steve attempted to grab the phone before Robin hung up but to no avail.

“A customer, who else would it be?” Robin shot a quick glare at Steve, a tinge of rudeness in her tone. Steve was taken aback by her comment. It hurt him to know that Robin felt like she needed to hide things from him.

“Robin, you know you can trust me, right? You can tell me anything.” Steve looked down at her, his face full of worry for his friend.

“For God’s sake! That’s enough, Steve! Can you please just accept that there are certain things that I don’t need to tell you?!” With that, Steve shut up in disbelief.

Robin scoffed at the silence from her best friend, and she packed up her things. “My shift is over, I’ll see you tomorrow.” she declared, snatching her purse, throwing it over her shoulder, and exiting the store before Steve could even muster an apology.

Steve hadn’t intended for things to unravel like this. He was curious, but now that she was out the door after he pushed her too far, he felt horrible. As he packed up his stuff and turned off the lights in the video store, the sound of a car pulling up made him whip his head around.

To his surprise, a mysterious girl gestured for Robin to join her in the car, and before Steve could rush outside to apologize, Robin was already gone.

He groaned in frustration, guilt racking up on him as he closed up the store and headed to his car.

“God, I feel so guilty, Y/n. I totally hurt his feelings when I snapped at him like that!” She sighed and watched the town flash by as you drove her. You put your hand on hers, calming her anxious ranting.

You eventually arrived at a restaurant situated well outside of Hawkins. Robin had insisted that the two of you couldn't be seen together in their hometown. It wasn't because she was ashamed of you—quite the contrary. Robin was protecting you from the close-minded individuals who populated the small town. You took a seat with her, observing her slump in her seat.

It was eating her up inside.

“He’s just worried about you, he’ll be fine! Speaking of Steve, I’d like to meet him one day.” You smile at her and she shrugs. You were genuinely interested in getting to know Robin’s best friend, especially since she mentions him every time you talked to her.

“I really want you to, Y/n. I just don’t know if it would be smart to tell anyone!” Robin had her fair share of bullies in school, and she wanted to save you from that if she could help it. You were a cheerleader, there’d be no saving her reputation with all the potential homophobes at Hawkins High.

“Robin, we’ve talked about this! I don’t care about my status, I want you. I know you think that you’re protecting me but you don’t have to. I can handle myself, especially around your friend Steve. You make it sound like he’s going to want to fight me or something!” The two of you laughed. Robin watched you laugh loudly, your hand tightly wrapped around her’s under the table.

She smiled to herself. You always had a way with words. You were truly an expert at calming her fears and giving her hope that one day, this town wouldn’t care about who she loved.

“I love you, you know that?” The words fell out of Robin’s mouth so smoothly, something she never thought she’d ever be able to say to anyone.

You smiled fondly at her and nodded. “Of course I do. I love you too.”

Unbeknownst to either of you, a certain pair of eyes was watching from in his car. Steve had followed you, his emotions getting the best of him. He knew it was stupid to follow, but he wanted to see what Robin gave up a movie night for.

Steve carefully observed the two of you. He watched you both laugh at a joke you said, bouncing happy smiles off each other. He watched Robin show off her new haircut to you, watching the two of you talk with the biggest smiles and enthusiastic conversations.

He felt himself tear up, jealously over-taking his mind as he put the car in reverse and peeled out of the parking lot. The drive home was one of the longest rides of his life. For the first time in a while, he felt angry with Robin. As he gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white, he thought about what it all meant. Was he being replaced?

The next morning, Robin was late to work, scrambling in about 20 minutes late. Steve, however, had arrived early, wanting to busy his mind so he wouldn’t call Robin and confront her then.

“You’re late.” Steve retorted, raising an eyebrow when she scoffed.

“As if you haven’t been late, Harrington.” Robin snapped.

“Not as a manager though.” Steve shrugged, cringing a little when he saw Robin’s shocked face in response to his statement.

“What’s going on with y-”

“How was last night?” He leaned against the counter, a fake smile plastered across his face. “Have fun?”

“It was great, Steve. I caught up with-”

“You missed movie night.” Steve cleaned up the shelves, placing movies in their correct spot. He felt bad for being so rude to her, but if he didn’t get to the bottom of this he would never forget about it.

“Steve it was one night! I was busy!” Robin threw up her hands as she defended herself. She was right, Steve knew that. He wanted to confront her about her new friend, no matter what he had to say to her.

“No! You skipped movie night, you wouldn’t let me drive you home or to work, and you snapped at me when I was concerned about you! Tell me what’s going on!” Steve’s voice raised as he explained what Robin did. Perhaps he was blowing it all out of proportion. But if that’s what it took for Robin to confess that she was abandoning him, he’d do it.

“Steve you’re being fucking crazy right now.” She retorted, frustration in her voice. “I’m not dealing with this shit from you, can we just get back to work?” She shook her head and went to the back to avoid him to de-escalate the situation. However, Steve was not ready to give up on her.

“I’m crazy? Robin, you’ve been avoiding me!” Steve rolled his eyes when Robin scoffed.

“No! I’m-”

“You don’t have to keep fucking hiding it. You’re pulling away because you’ve found someone better. I don’t care, I really don’t. Just don’t pretend to be my fucking friend anymore, because I can’t take it.” Steve ranted, crossing his arms as he stood in front of her waiting for a bullshit response.

But it never came. Instead, she laughed at him.

Robin couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She assumed Steve was mad because she was skipping out on their daily activities. “You’re such a dumbass.” She laughed at Steve’s unamused expression. “You saw me last night, didn’t you?” Robin wasn’t mad that Steve had followed her to her date, but the whole situation made her laugh hysterically.

“Are you gonna keep laughing at me or are you gonna explain yourself?” Steve huffed, his face slightly red as he tried to lock away his anger.

“That was my girlfriend, dumbass. She came back from vacation and she wants to interview here.” Robin smirked when Steve’s jaw gaped.

“Ohhh! Why didn’t you tell me you were dating someone?!” He huffed in frustration. “Can I do the interview? I promise I won’t get personal.

#reader insert #stranger things #stranger things netflix #steve harrington #robin buckley #robin buckley stranger things #robin buckley fluff #robin buckley x reader #robin fluff #imagine

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dalicia-fay · 1 year

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Not my pic, credit to the original owner.

That shirt looks like it's made out of boyfriend material...I'll see myself out..

Stressful Day- DPR Live

Today was one of those days; Sarah called out sick again, so your asshole of a boss decided to dump her workload into your lap to take care of. Deadlines, blablabla, teamwork, blablabla, more deadlines. That was all you could hear your boss say as he handed you more paperwork. "Great, another late night," you thought to yourself as you sat it on your desk next to your own workload. Placing your earbuds in your ears, you picked up where you left off, determined to finish everything today so you would not have to return to it tomorrow.

Before you knew it, the clock on your computer showed 12am ‘shit, worked till midnight again’. You stood up and stretched, your body aching from all the time you spent sitting in that cheap little black office chair. You cleaned up your workspace, saved all the files you were working on, and turned off your computer. You picked up your purse and water bottle that your boyfriend, Dabin, sent with you this morning because "you gotta stay hydrated, babygirl" his words echoed in your head. He was always worried about your wellbeing and you his, considering you both tend to work until ungodly hours when work requires it.

Walking out of the building and hearing the exterior doors' automatic lock click made a small smile start to pull at your lips while you stood momentarily in the cool night air, letting out an exhale that felt like it had been trapped in your chest all day. You were ready to be home and curled in bed with your boyfriend. With that warm, fuzzy thought in mind, you made your way to your car to make your way back home.

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Walking into your apartment, you locked the door behind you before kicking off your black leather pumps that had been suffocating your feet all day. ‘That damn dress code is going to be the death of me.’ you thought while untucking your blouse from your dress pants, and you walked tiredly into your little kitchen. Opening the fridge, you began the hunt for something to eat, not noticing the male figure quietly sneaking up from behind you.

Before you realized what was going on, you felt hands slither around your waist, making you jump as you turned to look at the culprit. As you turned, Dabin picked you up, pinned your body to the now-closed fridge, and wrapped your legs around his waist. "Hey baby" he said with that signature smirk on his face, "Dabin, what the fuck?! Don’t sneak up on me like that!" You yelled, more surprised than anything but wanting him to feel guilty for his actions. Laughing a bit at your reaction, Dabin took a hand off your leg, gently caressing your face as he laughed, "I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I just missed my girl that's all." Moving your hands from his chest, you clasped them together against the back of his neck, playing with his short hair.

He always knew how to make you completely forget about the outside world, especially after a long day of work. ‘It’s like he can sense it,’ you thought as you leaned into his hand. "I missed you too" you said softly. "Today was an absolute shitshow," you sighed, running a hand through your hair, one of the many signs that signaled to Dabin that your work day was incredibly stressful. “Ah, well then...” Dabin spoke as he began carrying you to the living room, snagging a couple snacks and drinks along the way. “Tell me all about it, and don’t leave out any details!” He said this with emphasis on the details, as if you had watched the next episode of his favorite TV show without him.

You and your boyfriend sat down on the couch, and you made yourselves comfortable by cuddling up on his lap. You then proceeded to recount the most frustrating aspects of your day at work, going into as much detail as possible. As you spoke, Dabin sat in content silence, humming and nodding in response to you every so often, so you knew he was listening to every word that you said.

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After your rather lengthy rant, you laid your head on Dabin's chest and let go of the day's stress while listening to his heartbeat. "Thank you," you said in almost a hushed tone, Dabin barely hearing you. "For what?" he asked, gently rubbing his hands along your back. "For listening, being here for me, and simply being you," you replied. When you lifted your head to look your loving boyfriend in the eyes, you noticed a smile and blush on his face. "Of course, Y/N, I will always be there for you, no matter what."

Leaning in to give him a kiss, you smiled as you felt him smile into it. Pulling away after a few moments, you laid your head back on his chest. His hands continued to stroke your back in a soothing manner until both of you fell asleep.

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(I hope you all enjoy this kind of short imagine...I will work on writing longer ones from here on out. Feel free to request anything and I’ll try to get to it as quick as possible! Thanks loves!!)

~Dalicia

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bangtansmauyeondan · 1 year

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THIRTY-FIVE | S04 E01 - First of Many

Pairing: In-Studio Director!Jungkook x Stage Director!Fem Reader

Genre: rivals au, social media au, frenemies to lovers, slow burn, fluff, smut, angst, crack.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: explicit language, mentions of abandonment, alcohol consumption, harmless scheming, dare, bet, smut

Summary: It has always been the battle of the best between you and your college rival, Jungkook. What happens when years later, you cross paths again working for the same network broadcasting company, and the competitive flame is rekindled? Well, a whole new drunken bet that determines your futures wasn’t in your line of vision but here you are… and you have until 35.

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•••

You hate Jungkook. You hate him with every ounce of your being. You’re still fuming as you dumped a whole pot of miyeokguk down the food disposal, ignoring your boyfriend’s protests.

“YN, what— I— why did you throw it out? It’s not that bad, I swear, it—“

“It’s not THAT bad?!” You scoffed. You couldn’t hold back your outburst. You were exhausted. You’ve been working on a new project with Hoseok and have not been getting enough sleep. You’ve been trying to keep up with the workload since your bestfriend Byul, Jimin’s wife, has just given birth and would be on a month-long maternity leave.

Jungkook has been staying over a lot, especially on the weekends, and has been quite helpful with keeping your head above water, occasionally lending a hand on your ongoing projects too. It’s been three months since you officially became a couple, and considering how fresh your relationship is, you should still be at the honeymoon phase— disgustingly sweet and inseparable. But nope… not today. Today, he’s the most annoying person in the universe.

You heard about Byul’s good news through Jimin the night before when he asked you for a small and sweet favour: “Can you make miyeokguk for Byul? It’s just that our parents' flights got cancelled because of the storm, and I couldn’t leave her alone at the hospital.”

He didn’t need to ask twice. You sprung into action early the next morning to run to your local groceries to pick-up the ingredients. All you needed were dried seaweed and beef,and the rest were available in your pantry. Easy-peasy! The only problem is that you’re not quite talented when it comes to the kitchen. Whatever, it’s only seaweed soup, what could go wrong? Well apparently, something major could go wrong as solidified by Jungkook’s reaction.

“No, it’s just that, you must have missed some steps… did you– did you soak the seaweed first before you add it to the pot?” Jungkook asked. He had been in the kitchen with you, working on his computer on the kitchen island, but he couldn’t recall the exact steps or recipe that you followed… if you even followed one, that is.

“Soak? No, babe, I stir-fried it directly along with the meat and aromatics… then I added the water. Do I need to soak them?” You sagged your shoulders and started walking to the refrigerator to take out more ingredients. “Now I gotta start all over again,” you muttered under your breath.

“Okay, I know it’s seaweed, but it’s a little bit on the saltier side. The kosher salt is in the other cupboard,” Jungkook opened the cupboard adjacent to the stove. “Did you use the pink–”

“Yes, I used the himalayan salt!” You slammed the chopping board and the knife on the counter, clearly having zero idea that the fancy pink salt you grabbed from the grocery store, thinking it’s cute, is a lot saltier and sharper than the regular kosher salt. “God! What do you want, Jungkook!? You’re so annoying!”

Jungkook’s eyes widened in surprise at your outburst. “Me?” He just stood there, staring at you, tonguing the silver hoop on his lip.

“You know what, forget it…” You huffed. “I’m gonna go rest for a bit, we’ll figure something out by lunch time.”

•••

Jimin and Byul have created a small and beautiful baby boy, face smooshed by his little fists, and plump lips – taken after his father – formed into a natural pout. His eyes were open, blinking as if he could make out his surroundings. Whatever ounce of annoyance you were feeling earlier about the seaweed soup incident has completely diminished when you laid your eyes on the newborn baby.

“He’s beautiful…” You cooed. “Can he see me?” You tried making faces at the little one, earning a laugh from the couple.

“He can’t see yet, YN,” Jimin replied. “But the doctors said he can hear us, so you might as well talk to him and get him used to your voice.”

Your eyes lit up at the new information and immediately crouched down closer, your face inches away from the baby. “Hi, pumpkin…” You started in your softest voice. “I’m your godmother.”

“Where’s Jungkook?” Byul asked.

“Oh, he went to the Nurses Station to ask about your meal plan and if it’s okay for you to have the miyeokguk for lunch,” you smiled. “Um, I’m sor–”

Your words were cut off when Jungkook entered the room, aided by one of the nurses. His hands were occupied by a tray of food– the steaming hot bowl of miyeokguk, thanks to the portable thermos you brought, some biscuits and a selection of cut-up fruits. “Lunch is ready, Mrs. Park!” Your boyfriend beamed at Byul before handing over the tray to Jimin.

“Oh god, that smells heavenly! I’m salivating,” Byul commented. “I didn’t know I was starving til I got a good whiff of the food.”

Jimin carefully spooned the soup, letting it sit on the spoon for a while until cool enough, and started feeding his wife.

“Oh my god,” Byul suddenly started welling up. “Oh god, you guys…”

Jimin was quick to wipe the tears on the corner of his wife’s eyes. “Why? Is it too hot?”

“Oh no, is it bad?” Your eyes met Jungkook’s and he assured you with a simple nod.

“No, are you kidding me? This soup is so good. It makes me miss my mom.” Byul sniffed. “Thank you so much for making me this soup, YN…”

“Oh no, Byul, actually I–”

“YN woke up real early to make that,” Jungkook wrapped his arm around you and gave your shoulder a telling squeeze. “Good, right?”

“I didn’t want Jimin to ask you to make this ‘cause I know you’re busy, but thank you so much, hun…” Byul looked at you, eyes still damp with traces of tears.

You smiled warmly back at her before searching for Jungkook’s eyes. You found him already looking at you, and at that moment you decided to step closer and leaned over his side. What would you do without him?

•••

Jungkook climbed up on the driver’s seat after securing the lunchbox and some of the couple's laundry, which you offered to take, in the backseat of the car. You’re already seated, buckled up in the passenger’s seat, playing on an invisible fluff on your jeans. Jungkook studied your face for a while before leaning in to plant a soft kiss on your cheek. "You alright?" You nodded without looking up, a hint of embarrassment apparent on your features.

“I'm sorry for being an ass earlier,” you pulled your lips into a straight line before meeting his eyes. He chuckled, nose scrunching up in amusement. "I'm serious."

"I know, I know..." He straightened up in his seat and began starting the ignition, “You buckled up?” You hummed.

"Thank you for making the soup for Byul," you said softly.

Jungkook glanced at you before taking your hand in his, intertwining your fingers, and bringing it to his lips. He didn't say a word after resting your clasped hands on his thigh and just focused on the drive home, occasionally glancing your way.

It's the kind of quiet that you both like. The kind of quiet that allows you to be left alone with your own thoughts, and still be at ease with the fact that the other is close by. It's the kind of quiet that tells you more than words could ever say - maturity, security, respect, and love. They're all there, hanging in the air between you. You realize that you're no longer two naive college students trying to outsmart each other while suppressing the fluttering of the butterflies in your stomachs when the other is near. You’re two wise-beyond-their-years adults now, and there may be countless words in the dictionary, but nothing could ever describe how much you’ve grown to love each other more.

•••

A/N - I hope you like this new update! Idk what’s happening but the links seem to be broken on both iOS and desktop. Works fine on Android. So please let me know if you can’t find the Masterlist and the rest of this story!

#bangtansmauyeondan #bts imagines #bts smau #bts fics #jungkook au #jungkook fic #jungkook x reader #thirty five #thirty five au #35!jungkook #35!jk

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characteroulette · 8 months

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A study on prosecutors -- (previous) (next)

Simon Blackquill, the Twisted Samurai.

Simon was actually a bit of a hard sell for me, much like his contemporary. I'm not really into Dual Destinies or Spirit of Justice (and therefore I'm not able to remember all the details as well as I can the other games oop so sorry if I get some things wrong here), but there are things I enjoy about them. One of those things ended up being the prosecutors!

It's thematically appropriate with the whole "dark age of the law" setup. A prosecutor who's on death row is allowed to take on trials to help with the workload the prosecution's office is dealing with. (Don't mind the fact that there's enough wiggle room for Klavier to go out for an event.) We hear from Fulbright about this prosecutor and Athena seems to recognise him. The absurd of why are they letting an inmate have any legal sway whatsoever doesn't matter so much. This is the dark age of the law.

Then we meet him and he's appropriately a grumpy jerk.

We're not given the details of his crime really, just whatever we can glean from the animated cutscenes. (It involved blood and a sword.) But Blackquill's mannerisms are harsh and unforgiving. He's a psychological suggester, able to run circles around the judge and drag us along for the ride by the ear. I think this part of his schtick is kind of annoying to deal with, mainly because of how obvious it is that he's messing with all of us, but it definitely does make for a fun character. He really showcases how easy it is to become intimidating in this world of dumbasses when you're able to keep even a single braincell advantage. (The less forgivable act, to me, was his shutting Apollo down at every turn. He is so mean to Apollo! It's not like Apollo can help that his eyes are magically tuned to other people's body language, and yet Blackquill calls it cheating and cuts him down for it. Then he allows Athena to do her mood matrix things with very little argument! This was a huge jarring point for me for a long time and part of the reason why it took me so long to actually finish this game.)

The setup is there: something about this guy is performative, is softer when handling Athena. Yet he masks it all very well with his abrasive attitude and trickery. He forces us into a corner, forces the hand of our client, and we have to head back out into the investigation.

It's easy to explain away most of his attitude, in actuality. He's been in prison for seven years. He mentions constantly the different mates he's met in the clink. Fulbright may act like his only friend and supporter, but there's too large a gap between them considering Fulbright holds too much authority over him.

Blackquill has become unsociable from his time in the clink. His refusal to admit to the truth has him leaning into his belligerence, has him constantly acting the part of the bad guy. (When did it start to become a part of who he is? Perhaps he's always been a little twisted. It never rings false to anyone besides Athena, after all.)

His situation is intriguing and so we're hooked into wanting to know what the hell happened to make him like this.

Also, I gotta give a special mention to his talking sprites. All of them are really good, from him slamming the desk as he laughs (which is just how I see him in my head by this point) to his eye flashing as he glares down at you. He plays with a lot of the usual conventions, too, turning his back towards you and never actually having a full point. I may not like how his objection sounds (and this is a me problem, I only like about 20% of the actual objections in this series whoops), but his "Silence!" is pitch perfect. That really conveys more of his character than anything else, devs and his va did a damn good job with that one.

Anyway, second day of the trial. It's actually pretty fun to see Blackquill on the ropes, having him act as if we're the ones cutting him down instead of the other way around. He's just as annoyingly ruthless here, but it's easier to deal with when we can actually gain some ground on him. For all his posturing and intimidation tactics, he can't keep up the act while we're shutting him down.

Once we pull off our victory for our client, he's back to being a cool customer. He's a pretty graceful loser compared to so many other prosecutors we've seen. Compared to Gaspen, even. There's still a lot we don't really know about him and his situation, but he's made his character loud and clear for us to see. For that, I gotta say it's understandable if you started liking him by this point.

Case 3 is kind of a mess during the trial segments due to everyone trying to confess to the murder. Blackquill may be facilitating a bunch of this nonsense, but he's as along for the ride as we are. That makes things more fun and tolerable than it could have been, so hey.

It also showcases his softer approach with Athena; again, the hints are being put down. You can't quite pick them up yet because you don't have the full context, but you can notice Athena mention that she's fighting so hard in order to save someone not our client. (And Blackquill even addressed her as directly about it as he can, saying that she should know it's useless trying to reach him.) When Means puts Athena out of commission for a minute, Blackquill doesn't mock her or even take advantage of the situation. He doesn't help, either, he can't do that without giving away the whole game, but he allows her the time to come back. That's probably the biggest hint we get as to who these two are to each other and it's a subtle thing, too.

His dynamic with Athena is probably the most enjoyable, also. She's a real spitfire in court, owing to her youth and her energetic nature, while he's a steel wall with trickster energy. They work surprisingly well off one another, trading jabs and him always seeming to be a step ahead but never fully leaving her in the dust. He recognises her inexperience and she recognises his humanity; neither want to hold back against the other and yet their blows aren't as harsh as they could be.

He was, after all, made to be her opponent on some level. Seeing their dynamic work so well off one another, it's easy to stop finding him aggravating and start finding him endearing. A rough around the edges older brother type rather than a hardened criminal trickster type. (Though he is very much still both.)

An aside on the DLC case, I think it's very funny how Blackquill was the only prosecutor willing to try this case against an orca. Sure, he saw the underlying actual murder mystery beneath it all, but it's so easy to imagine him being presented this case, laughing his ass off, then agreeing to prosecute it. This man's as insane as Phoenix!! And that goes a hell of a long way to endearing him to us. To me, specifically. His mannerism against Phoenix is kinda not fun, considering Phoenix is hardly ever fun in this game, but it's such a wacky little character detail about him that I just adore. His devil may care attitude may come from a dark place, but it lends itself to such a fun time.

Of course, we then reach the fourth case and even more mysteries are thrown in our face.

For one, Blackquill is just as on edge and vicious concerning this case. We understand some of Apollo's beef, he knew the victim and is emotionally invested in his client, but Blackquill being just as invested is definitely strange. It definitely raises some alarm bells to keep in mind, right up until the courtroom is blown up and we're forced into a time skip.

Meeting Blackquill's older sister adds another piece to the puzzle. She's really nasty especially to Athena and you make a note of it, but still can't quite make out the whole picture. It's an easy detail to overlook, even, if you aren't really paying attention to the names, since there isn't a big fuss made over her being his older sister. It connects him to this space station, but not in a way that matters. Not yet.

Another piece is Fulbright's odd behaviour. They really have to work hard to start building enough clues for Fulbright's turn to make sense, but the important thing for us concerning Blackquill is that he seems more worried about Blackquill's rehabilitation than before. Fulbright himself is struggling in what he should reveal to us, where his sense of justice lies, and Phoenix presses him to share enough with us for the next day of the trial.

Of course, Blackquill continues the trial with his added fervour. It really feels he has more of the pieces to this puzzle than we do at this point, but we at least manage to hold our own until Fulbright returns with the decisive evidence to prove Starbuck's innocence. The problem then is that it implicates Athena.

And Blackquill goes into absolute panic mode.

This is what he's been trying to prevent! He can't have Athena accused of another crime, he can't defend her this time like how he did before. He's doing his best to hold his uncaring demeanour together, but he's slipped too much for it to be convincing. He's run out of time and his sister refuses to accept that.

This leads us into the final case and our impromptu trial to figure out just what exactly happened for Blackquill to land himself on death row.

How Blackquill guards himself while absolutely falling apart here is so heartbreaking. He's doing his best to protect Athena, to save the girl who's his mentor's precious treasure, and him and Athena going back and forth on whether or not the whole truth is worth exposing, no matter how painful it is, is excellent. I really feel Blackquill's desperation here, aided by one of the sickest Mood Matrix segments ever. Learning that Edgeworth asked Phoenix specifically to become a lawyer again to help Blackquill, having Edgeworth act as prosecutor on this trial, everything about this is so good. All of it really lends to showing us the player why we should care about Blackquill. It definitely got me good.

Only once we prove Blackquill and Athena both innocent does that weathered shield finally fall. Blackquill gets to show off a bit of his less guarded self, gets to have some fun as we leap into the next segment of the trial. He gets to finally, finally dig up the truth behind that terrible lie he's been keeping for the past seven years and confront this Phantom himself. If the Phantom reveal wasn't so slapdash, this entire segment would be a lot more powerful, I think.

All of it, though, is in service of the straight up satisfaction we get when seeing Blackquill at the end, able to live his life again. Seeing how he actually calls on Athena's help in the next game, then hops onto the bench with her to help her out is so good, there's so much growth that happened there. He's still his smarmy trickster self, but he's willing to show a bit of his caring older brother side! I love seeing it.

Anyway yeah hopefully this conveys how much I love Blackquill, wish he had that little extra oomph to his narrative to make him truly great.

#Momo writes stuff #Ace Attorney #Simon Blackquill #Spoilers #dd spoilers #Essay time for Momo #Love my edgey bastard of a man #Blackquill is such a fun character #Character analysis be like #Wish he had more actual connecting moments with Athena than the one case #Sighs

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itstokkii · 29 days

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About Turkuzbek, do you associate them with any symbols or motifs? And also are there any au's for them??

symbols...hmmmmm

sometimes I call them the tea pair, because they both love chugging down that good good scalding hot black tea in the summer!

other than that.. not really? they do both have a crescent and star in their flags but like. so do a lot of other countries

aus..ok brace yourself for ALL the au ideas that popped in my head since shipping turkuzbek:

beauty and the beast au: takes place in a fictional world, but clothes + possibly palace is inspired off of 18th century ottoman empire. uzb is belle, turkey's the beast obviously, couldn't settle on a maurice so just made it her sibs, russia is gaston....??? I felt like the dynamic really works with them, my favorite movie for my favorite ship <3

cardverse au: ok so in this au uzb is a seamstress for the royal family of clubs. all of a sudden she finds herself between a rock and a tight place as she must spin straw into gold. enter turkey, a joker with no real loyalty to any of the main 4 kingdoms. he offers her help in exchange for something of hers, and helps her get the job done while also making small talk. she slowly finds herself laughing and having fun with this rando, and his occasional visits to her sewing room soon become the highlight of her day. she initially gives him her bracelet, necklace, any jewelry she has...

until she's given the ultimate task of spinning a whole roomful of straw into gold in one day. if she succeeds, she marries the king as his royal consort. if she doesn't she is executed. she hates both of these ideas and is freaking out, especially since she doesn't have anything to give turkey anymore. he helps her anyway, and then goes by the "if you don't have anything left to give, you can pay with your body" philosophy, and essentially asks her to elope with him. she agrees, and when the king opens the door the next day he finds a room full of gold and no royal consort-to-be.

college au: he's the business major to her fashion design major. he tried complaining about his workload once and she dunked on him for that. they regularly go on joyrides together. i was considering making them fiances? if it made the au more interesting...

if we're not going the fiance route, they both have a mutual friend(korea), who sneakily invites both of them to the campus's music and dance event on the basis of korea's club performing kpop dance. uzbekistan is so uncomfortable with the rave music and promises herself she'll stay for korea's performance and leave the moment it's over. she pulls her phone out to record korea and looks to her side and HER CRUSH IS THERE??? HUH??

so they both stare at each other like "what are YOU doing here??" turkey's even more confused since she's the last person he'd expect to show up to a rave and dance performance event. by the time the performance is over, korea pats them both on the back and goes "I'm so glad my 2 best friends showed up to support me!"

korea what a sneaky shipper....

monster high au: turkey's a werewolf(haha turan moment) and she's a werecat. they do NOT get along at first, but slowly their rivalry turns into something like romantic tension as they point tennis balls and laser pointers in each others' faces threatening to use them. next thing you know they're dating??? w,what

also important to mention: kyrgyzstan's an orange cat.

ever after high au: this was briefly considered, but I can see uzb being sort of like ashlynn "oh yea we gotta follow our destinies" and then dates the son of the huntsman(turkey) who is um. Not a royal

snow white au: so this was like a joke. she gets poisoned, he leans in to kiss her and then she immediately wakes up before he does the deed. "ASTAGHFIRULLAH YOU MUST REPENT WHAT WERE YOU ABOUT TO DO"

she marries him anyway

reverse snow white au: she's the prince, turkey's snow white, and the dwarves? 7 different azerbaijans.

non-country/human au: she gives me boy mom vibes. not like an unhealthy way, but it makes sense that she would have a son(??) also turkey definitely insists on having like 3 more kids.

uzb: first of all who's doing the giving birth part

and turkey as a dad defo gives me yusuf vibes from otoyomegatari

i...think that's it?? maybe I'll add more when i remember

#hetalia #aph uzbekistan #hws uzbekistan #aph turkey #hws turkey #turkuzbek #tokki answers #tokki writes #sadik adnan

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hemaris · 7 months

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i'm like. aggressively soul searching to get my brain back into a useful shape and i think i'm gonna have to start very very carefully thinking about possibly quitting my new job :( which i understand sounds like i'm making a rash decision/not giving it a fair chance. but unfortunately all of it so far has been the EXACT kind of thing my brain can't really deal with. it's so cool and on paper it's my dream job so it hurts like shit to even consider stopping, but it involves a lot of

keeping track of 17 things at once

working in a small team where everyone has wildly different opinions and ways of handling things (also everyone, while very kind, is also very distant and no one seems super into building any kind of bond with each other. which is true for a lot of work places but i just like being friends with my coworkers idk. there's definitely downsides to that as well and i 100% respect if ppl aren't into that and want to keep their work and private lives separate, but i am not that kinda bitch)

extremely high workload/working odd hours/working Extreme Overtime where on paper you can compensate but in practice there's very little room for that

the adult version of university group projects where some people aren't pulling their weight/communication is hell

extremely time sensitive administrative tasks (that seemingly no one has ever really kept track of)

no orientation, learning trajectory or even instructions/documentation of tasks whatsoever so i have no fucking clue what to do half of the time

and yes i want to work in this industry. yes i love the backstage shit and the making people happy and the building something really cool. but it's all so vague and unstructured and i kinda feel like being tossed into the deep end before being taught how to swim, and i don't think i can keep up long term uuuuuggghhhhhhh. wanting something really badly is not always enough. i'm super sad about all this and i'm not gonna make a decision just yet i just gotta put some thoughts on paper to see if it still makes sense tomorrow. so liveblogging my ongoing mental breakdown it is ❤️

#delete later #u don't have to read this none of it is interesting i'm just trying to sort my brain out

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dajaregambler · 8 months

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HeliosR - Fight out vivid colors! - Chapter 1

Translation of chapter 1 of the event ‘Fight out vivid colors!’ from ‘Helios Rising Heroes’.

Helios Staff: ---That concludes this meeting.

Keith: Haaah……

Keith: (How many times have I gone to meetings in Brad’s place… Sheesh, he sure has the nerve to work people to the bone….)

Keith: (Now I gotta gather all the documents, submit them….. Sigh, such a pain…..)

Keith: (Gah, crap…! Gotta also make them cookies for the kids space I’m goin’ to tomorrow…)

Keith: (Damnit, ain’t even got time for a single smoke…!)

Keith: (S’finally over… Aah~ so exhausted….)

Keith: (Time to run back home and have a---)

Brad: Keith

Keith: Geh, Brad…. Whatcha want, them papers are submitted if it’s ‘bout that

Brad: Yes, I’ve finished checking them. I’m leaving the next meeting up to you too.

Keith: Hahn? Just for how long are ya gon’ make me do this

Brad: I’m busy with preparations for the Rookies League for the time being.

Keith: Things are busy here too. Gotta make cookies, look after buncha kids…….

Keith: Sweets are more delicate than regular food, s’for real a pain in the ass……

Brad: I’ve heard of that. How these allergen free cookies are popular with parental guardians as well, to the point they ended up being distributed regularly. “Old man Keith’s cookies” was it

Keith: Geh…. Ain’t a fan of that naming sense

Brad: It’s also been reported that the children have become quite attached too.

Keith: ‘Cuz these guys always whine to play and play with ‘em when I hand out cookies…

Keith: Anyways, haven’t I been working too much lately? I ain’t that kinda character. Pity me a lil’ more here

Brad: You’re doing fairly well considering it’s you. Keep up the good work, I’d say.

Keith & Brad: ………….

Keith: That’s all or what! No consideration for decreasing my workload or anything!?

Brad: It’s difficult now. Besides, I wouldn’t be asking you if I could take care of it myself.

Keith: Sigh….. Expecting anything from a stupid workaholic made me look stupid.

Keith: Can I leave already? My only enjoyment lately s’been having a cold one after being parched to the point of drying up

Brad: Wait. I stopped you because I need to tell you something. It’s about the street fair in Yellow West…

Keith: Street fair? Aaah~ s’that time of the year already, huh

Brad: A request came in for heroes to participate in the big event downtown.

Keith: Huh? Yer kidding me…..

Brad: Due to the Rookies League I will not force you to, however do discuss with your team whether you’ll participate or not.

Keith: Ain’t no need to discuss that. My team’s---

Dino: We’ll end today’s patrol here! Good job you two.

Junior: You too, Dino

Faith: Did Keith go on ahead?

Dino: Yeah. I think around this time, he should be at a meeting Brad asked him to attend

Dino: He’s been really going for it lately. He’s for sure working more than he did before. I’ll have to follow his example.

Junior: You’re naive, Dino. It’s Keith we’re talking about, maybe he dipped ‘cuz it was too much of a bother

Faith: Aha, probably

Dino: C’mon, he wouldn’t go that far no matter how…..

Dino: Huh? It’s kind of crowded? Is there some kind of event?

Faith: Isn’t it prep for the street fair?

Dino: Oh right, now’s the season for these events in Yellow West

Junior: This year’s highlight is without a doubt the real event of Splashy Colors!

Dino: Splashy Colors?

Junior: A game that’s popular lately. Shooting game where you compete against others by splashing ink.

Dino: Aah, I’ve heard of that! So with real event, you mean that we can get a first hand experience of the game in real life?

Faith: Yep. It seems they’re going all-out with it. Like, the ink is some peculiar creation from the research department that’ll be used.

Faith: In order to represent the game’s setting, they’ve gone as far as to also make gadgets and items too

Dino: Waah, sounds super fun!

Junior: What’s this now, you shitty DJ. Ain’tcha going in full detail now. You a fan of it? Of Splashy Colors.

Faith: Nah. I actually ran into Yellow West’s mayor earlier. Heard how he actually sent in a request for us heroes to participate in the event.

Dino: Eh, really? That’s exciting♪

Junior: Seriously! Hell yeah!

Junior: Obviously we’re gonna join, yeah? Yeah?

Dino: Yeah. We’ll ask Keith too and get everyone on board!

Dino: ---Which means, shouldn’t we go for it and join the street fair event?

Keith: Aah~ About that

Dino: Ah, did they tell you about it already? Junior and Faith are hyped up about it too, we should all enter and we’ll definitely have f---

Keith: I declined

Dino: ………Eh?

Faith & Junior: Huh….?

#helios rising heroes #heliosr #keith max #dino albani #leonard wright jr #brad beams #faith beams

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deus-ex-mona · 4 months

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The Sisters' Secret Seaside Trip: Chapter 7

narumi family trip w h e n

previous part: (chapter 6)

next part: (epilogue)

Sena: …And then, Mona started to splash water at me…

Midori: “Haha, your sis splashed you too, huh? But, more than anything, I’m glad to hear that you had fun.”

Sena: Yup. But it’s all thanks to you, Midori.

Midori: “Eh? Me?”

Sena: I’m really grateful and glad that you told me that “I’m fine just the way I am”.

Sena: Thank you for always cheering me up.

Midori: “...Haha, somehow… I’m thankful that we’re on a call.”

Sena: Eh?

Midori: “I’m sure my face is bright red. I’m so glad you can’t see me right now…”

Sena: …!

Midori: “Ah—... Sorry, Sena! I’ve gotta get back to work.”

Sena: Ah! Okay! Thanks for spending your break with me!

Midori: “Till the day we meet again…”

Sena: Yup! I’ll keep in touch!

Midori: “I’ll be waiting for you.”

Sena: (...Ah… What do I do…?)

Sena: (I really want to see him right now! I love him so much!)

Mona: You were on a call with your boyfriend, weren’t you?

Sena: …! Mona?!

Mona: Mom told me to call you down for dinner. Ah, don’t worry, I wasn’t listening in on your call.

Sena: Ah, um… Mona…

Mona: It’s fine! I had you all to myself when we played at the beach today, so…

Mona: I’m not jealous of him or anything!

Sena: (She’s super duper jealous.)

Sena: …Hehe.

Mona: What? Your food will get cold if you don’t hurry up, y’know?

Sena: Yeah, I’ll be right there!

~~~

Yusuke: I heard that the two of you were working at the same location today. How did it go?

Mona: It went really well! And both of us got to have free time after that! Right?

Sena: Yup, it’s just as she said. Also, I got you a souvenir…

Ayako: A souvenir?

Sena: It’s this photo! I had it sent to my phone… Take a look!

Mona: Whoa… This is…!

Mona: Wasn’t this taken while we were playing together? Where did you get this?

Sena: You know, the photographer I was working with today sent it to me.

Sena: She told me that we looked so picturesque that she found herself taking this picture without fully realising it.

Sena: Of course, this picture won’t be featured in magazines, or any other forms of media, so don’t worry, okay?

Mona: I see—... It’s amazing. Yeah, it’s a great picture, if I do say so myself!

Sena: I know, right?! Considering how it isn’t easy for us to take pictures while we’re not working, I’m so happy to have this!

Yusuke: Yes, it truly is a great photo. I want to use it as the wallpaper for my phone.

Ayako: I’ve got to add it to our family’s photo album! Or, wait, we could print it out and put it up by the front door, right?

Mona: No way, it’d be embarrassing to have a swimsuit photo of us right up by the front door—.

Sena: (I’m glad that all of them liked it.)

Sena: I want to go to the beach with you again next year, Mona.

Ayako: Eh—?! Let your Daddy and me tag along for your next trip too! Let’s go on a trip as a family every once in a while!

Yusuke: Yeah, that sounds good. Let’s all go on a trip once your workloads settle down a little, you two.

Mona: Ehh, if that’s so, I wanna go on an overseas trip, or something!

Yusuke: Looks like the hurdle’s been raised again, huh?

Ayako: Sena, are you going to be eating dinner today?

Sena: Yup! I will!

Sena: (A family trip, huh… I’ve got a lot of work to handle at the moment, but… we’ll definitely go on that trip together someday…!)

#sena sells seashells by the seashore #just honeypre things #almost doneeeeee the end is in sight (aw yeeee)#just one more chapter to go to end off this small era of dash plaguing~~~~~~~

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etherealstudiocraft · 5 months

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Reaching New Heights of Productivity: Leveling Up Through the 7 Stages

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shmorp-mcdurgen · 1 year

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gabriel meets agatha and she just bulldozes them with advice theyre embarrassed they didn't think of

agatha: well, youngin, sounds like you need to take a breather and catch up on some reading

gabriel: no i-

agatha: ah, interrupting is rude. let this old lady finish before you come up with somethin' clever.

gabriel: ...yes ma'am..

agatha: mhm. now, go and read up on things regarding this, but don't think of it like work. get comfy, grab your favourite drink and food, and start reading this delightful new book you picked out for when you're relaxing. when you're all relaxed you'll focus more on it and notice more details than when you're actively looking while thinkin you're desperate for it. it's like writing a letter.

gabriel: ...huh..

agatha: oh, and also you gotta take all that workload and split it. blah blah on mondays for 3 hours, this on tuesday for 2 hours, etc etc. focusing on all of it at once is just gonna drive ya crazy, ya hear?

gabriel: ...yes. thank you, ma'am.

agatha: it was no problem cauliflower, and please, call me agatha, none of this "ma'am" business

Gabriel feels stupid because they were given advice they never considered-

Agatha. The grandma of the group

#asks are neat #I feel like she’d also kinda dig at Gabe about their ego #but in like. a nice sounding way. but also still making it clear that being self centered isn’t helping them-

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physicalturian · 2 years

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[18+] Deranged Love - Hanma Shuji x F!Reader - Part 23

[Probably contains spoilers from the anime and the manga][She/Her pronouns used for the reader, no physical description; Everyone is +18]

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Words : 10 585

Warnings : Explicit! / Manipulation / Gaslighting / Violence / Sexual subtext

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What happened yesterday was enough to have Rai take the day off, which I only learned through her absence at the office, not through a formal announcement. Sure, it was understandable for the woman to be shaken, but Hanma had told her he had been ‘joking’ for what it was worth. Clearly, it was not worth much considering she was taking so long to process it. Rai was not stupid, I knew that. It had been shown through how quick she had connected the dots, even with little help from external people. So, of course, Hanma’s little prank did not work on her, but at the time she had only gotten over it enough to kick us out. And yet, as much as the woman had been annoying and relentless, I feared for her life. She was not letting anything go, she was holding onto every piece of information she had, she was like a rabid dog.

And I knew full well what Hanma would say they did to rabid dogs in the organization…

That had me sigh in disappointment, it would be a shame to lose her over something so trivial.

“Excuse me, do you know where Rai Nayoko is? She’s a junior, she–”

I smiled politely at the person who had interrupted my work and chuckled, “She is out of office today, heard she needed to take a day off. If there’s anything you need done you could try Kawahara Minori on the second floor. I think she’s arrived a few weeks ago, her workload’s pretty low.” I explained calmly. Inside I was boiling at Rai’s disappearance, because I knew she had not warned anyone. Perhaps a part of her thought she had a pass because she could use whatever info she had against me, but I was not going to let it get to me. Sure, her absence for the day confused everyone—not once had she missed a day of work—but if I managed to make it look normal, everyone would believe it to be true and normal indeed.

“I was worried for a second! I’ll do that, could you send me the bill of–”

Nodding once more, I grinned, “It’s on its way right now, I was just finishing it. Do find Minori.” And I sent them off.

For some reason, my first instinct when I was alone once more was to text Hanma telling him that Rai was not here today. I wasn’t sure if I was telling him all this because I wanted to tell him about my day or if I thought he needed to know that specific information. I would like to think it was the latter, but part of me just wanted to talk to him.

That part felt even more excited when he replied rapidly.

H. : Didn’t kill her

H. : yet

H. : kidding

H. : cleaning up something then be ready at 5 main entrance

From the little emotions, or perhaps lack of any pictures or overused flirtatious words, I could guess he was currently ‘cleaning up’. My reply was short as I told him I’d be ready by then but I’d have to get changed.

His answer, while unexpected, was more than welcomed when I saw the short voice message I received from him, “Office clothes,” I heard a thud behind him and some metallic rattling, “can be hot, ya know, they fucking wish they could fuck you in that office in that skirt… reminds me that we gotta do that, shit it’s on my bucket list. Tell me when you’re free for me to swing by–” the voice message suddenly stopped after hearing Hanma sigh angrily. A few seconds after, he sent another one, out of breath, “I’ll swing by and fuck you in front of those stuck up people if that’ll take the stick out of their ass. That could be fun.”

I had a hard time deciding if I liked the idea or if I just found it funny to hear him talk about such a topic while taking care of someone. At least, taking care by the definition of Bonten.

With a short scoff, I stood up and moved to the empty corridor as I replied with a voice message, “Great idea, but only once everything’s taken care of and I don’t have to look at Rai’s puppy eyes while you’re fucking me. I think it’d be funnier to do it in front of someone other than my co-workers though.” I paused and brought the phone closer to my mouth, “Thoughts on Ran as our one and only public?”

Then I let go and sent the voice message.

Saying such a thing must have for sure riled him up, that’s why I smiled down at the phone before putting myself on do not disturb. Excitement coursed through my body as I shoved my phone in my pocket and went about my day. Was it the best thing to do? Not really. But was I looking forward to seeing him frustratedly looking at me, telling me I was fucking around with something I shouldn’t. Because deep down I hoped that’d be the thing that’d make him cave in and fuck me.

The entirety of the day, I was tempted to look at the screen or check if he had seen my message but I thought it’d be a lot more tasteful if I had his reaction in person. Half the time I was zoning out, thinking about Rai’s absence and what it meant, while the rest of the time I was over excited to see his pissed off expression after my suggestion.

It did not take a genius, after the many times I mentioned him, to know that Ran was a sensitive topic. But I also knew Hanma was rather… territorial, and I wanted to see it in action. I wanted to see if that one small push would be enough to be the tipping point to make him fuck me. I had been more than a fool to believe that for even one second. Hanma, while being an impulsive man, had the most restraint when it came to, well, me. It surprised me, knowing how easy he’d punch a man for speaking to him with an ounce of disrespect—how he’d get in a fight with anyone who would be too boring for him and thought themselves to be better than everyone in the room.

But that impulsivity sometimes proved itself to be one of the easiest ways to get me aroused—I thought about it when walking by the corridor in which I had met Ran a few weeks back. That time Hanma had been waiting for us when Ran tried to have his way with me, I had never felt more relieved from seeing what I thought, at the time, was the worst psychopath I had ever encountered.

With time I learned to rely on him, to relish his presence, his touch, to even yearn for the latter—which to everyone but me sounded fucked up. I was aware that the person I was before all of this would also find it strange, but things had changed.

Things had changed in ways that made it hard to decide where I stood—was I still on that fine line between good and bad or had I crossed it yet? Good and evil both were concepts that did not sit right with me, and sat even worse with Bonten. They surely called themselves monsters and thrived on that reputation, but they did not believe their actions to be evil, bad. Or perhaps, not all.

Instead of reflecting on where my morals stood, I looked ahead and walked out of the hub—surprised to not see Hanma. As I was about to grab my phone, my wrist was gripped forcefully and I was dragged to a familiar car, my heart thumping in my chest. Looking up, I grinned at Hanma’s chest and was forced against the car—the first words that came out of his mouth were, “Either your phone’s dead or you are, doll.”

That was enough to have me smiling like an idiot, something I shouldn’t have been doing but still did when I met his gaze—that fiery gaze shining with something that sent chills through my body when he tilted his head to the side and smiled sweetly. “Here, you’ve gone mute, let’s see which it is.”

His hands patted down my body to find my phone then with one simple gesture, the screen lit up. Tons of missed calls, messages and notifications adorned it before he shoved it in his pocket, “D’ya think it’s funny?” He asked before suddenly pressing his cheek against mine as he whispered playfully, yet threateningly, “Of course you do, you’re almost shaking in excitement.”

Then he stepped away, tugging me from the car, and opened the door before shoving me in the backseat. “Wouldn’t want you to get the wrong idea, I’m not giving you shit attention after that stunt.” And before I could join him in the front, he slammed the backdoor shut and locked the car before getting in the driver seat. He did not wait much before starting the car and out of habit, I knew we were going to his place—after all, we had to get changed for the meeting Koko had asked us to attend. I did not know yet who would be there, but asking Hanma right now would only make him mad.

Instead, I tried to make things better.

Tried being the key word.

“I was only half-kidding…” I said, leaning on the back of his seat, earning myself a dry scoff from the man, but I could see his fingers drumming on the wheel. “But maybe what I am saying is that it would show him–”

“What would it show him?” Hanma inquired, looking at me through the rearview mirror. “That you’re looking for any opportunity to whore out just cause you haven’t been fucked yet?” He spat, his smile turning slightly bitter as those words left his mouth. As if he had flipped the switch, his face turned fully playful as he let his head hit the back of the seat, “So maybe you need a little reminder.” His voice, sweet, sing-song, it was unthreatening. But that’s exactly what made it so.

I did not dare speak thus making the rest of the drive silent once I sat back down properly.

The moment we arrived at the building, I was yanked out of the car but this time I made sure to keep up with his pace to not feel that strong tug of his on my arm. A wince still escaped my lips and I felt like a child being berated. What awaited me back at his place was anything but what a child would get upon being told off—when we crossed the door of his apartment, after an excruciatingly silent ride up the elevator, I was pushed to the couch back first.

A yelp escaped my lips but it did not mean much as I smiled at the sight of Hanma resting one knee on the armrest while undoing his belt, “Look at you, you don’t even fear whatever I’m gonna give you anymore.” He breathed slowly, his eyes roaming all over my body. Why would I fear fucking him? I didn’t care if he hit me, it made it more fun—what?

“Fuck, you’re that excited to get beaten up?” He scoffed. His hand reached for the front of my shirt—he pulled me up by the collar to have me sit, then told me to sit on my knees. I quickly did, knowing full well how desperate it made me. In an attempt to keep some dignity, I managed to say, “Am I supposed to fear the Reaper? So far he’s been pretty nice, but maybe you’ve gone soft.” I smiled sweetly, “I think that’s it.”

Suddenly, his hand was on my throat as he pulled me towards him with a wicked smile on his lips, “Soft? Baby, you’ve just spiraled down, that’s why you think I’ve gone soft.” He mocked. One second later, his hand was on my neck and I had his belt wrapped around it. Gritting through my teeth, I met his gaze and told him this was boring, he should fuck me, but he only tutted me like an idiot. “Boring? I’m giving you exactly what you need.” He breathed against my lips as he tightened the belt around my throat, making me gasp at the pain and lack of air—smiling, he reached for something in his pocket. My eyes never left his until I felt the metallic texture against my skin and looked down the best I could at his hands.

A knife.

Before I could say anything, he started pressing the tip in the belt while talking, “Because, if someone sees a dog in the street… even if you know it’s yours, they can’t know it’s yours unless it has–” He paused and with one swift movement, the excess of leather was cut and I felt him touch something on what was left of the belt. “A collar.” He grinned, looking at my neck.

Locking gazes with him, my eyes widened. I then patted at my neck and felt the much smaller sized belt that had the role of a makeshift collar around it. “You bastard–” I was interrupted by Hanma pulling at the collar to have my face close to his, “You bitch.” His lips met mine agressively—he pushed me to the couch before straddling my lap and wrapping his hand on the collar, close to my chin, “You bitch in heat, ready to get fucked by a Haitani.”

With the little air I had left, I gasped, “In front of—not by.”

The pressure on my windpipe stopped when Hanma’s eyes met mine again and his blank expression slowly turned into one of pure elation, “Thought you were Molly? Trophy wife or something? When will you get in that thick,” he tapped my temple, “little,” another tap, “brain of yours that I’m not fucking sharing, mh?” His hand returned to cradle my face, his nails digging in the back of my jaw strongly.

When the pain of his grip was too much, I clasped his hands and moved them from my face before lifting my head to brush my nose against his, “Don’t wanna be shared, just showed off.” Our lips met and this time, I felt him smile in the kiss as our tongues battled while his hands moved to lift my ass. He helped me take off my skirt then let me fall back on the couch, out of breath, “Let’s do that then, yeah?” Hanma then threw my skirt to the side and looked at me expectantly before suddenly getting off the couch, “You wanna get all dolled up and show them you’re more than just a pretty face, is that what you wanna do?” He asked with a hand extended towards me. Hesitantly, I reached for it and held it only to be tugged off the couch and to my feet, “I’d say the collar should stay, thoughts?”

My hand flew to the belt around my neck at the mention, my cheeks heating up the moment I felt the leather. Seeing him that angry over the suggestion of inviting Ran was almost flattering; although I did not know if he had been that angry over sharing his toy or over sharing me… Both were the same to him, but not to me. With a chuckle, I said, “It’s a bit excessive, don’t you think?” That made him laugh with a shake of his head, “A necklace or a homemade love collar, it’s the same, right?” As he said that, he gently undid the remains of the belt from my neck and tossed it on the low table. We stood there, close to one another in silence for a few moments. Not one sound coming from us, nothing coming from outside either considering how high up we were.

The silence was broken with a gesture: Hanma’s hand grazing up my exposed thigh to my panties as he played with the hem slowly. My breath hitched in my throat at the sensation of his skin against mine—I was on edge, it had been so long since he’d been promising to give me what I wanted. I did not know how much longer I could wait for him to finally abandon whatever goal he had set for me because no matter how much I tried to prove myself to him, it was not enough.

I did not know what more I could do to show him I was worthy of him.

“Pick something hot and put it on, we’re leaving in thirty minutes.” He stated right before moving to his room and changing into a different suit. I was glad there were still some dresses from the casino night hanging on his wardrobe and among these I picked one that had a plunging neckline, solely to show off the tattoo I had gotten on Saturday. Perhaps it was too much, but we had both agreed on showing me off. So, while I was not the most comfortable at first with such a cut, when I saw how good it looked in the mirror I thought it was a good idea. I looked deadly, and felt like it too knowing I had a holster on my thigh that seemed well hidden under the fabric.

I even gave myself a once over, smiling proudly at how I looked until I felt Hanma pull down the neckline to expose my breasts. I quickly covered them and looked at him in annoyance, “The fuck was that for?”

“Just showing you how easy it is to see your tits.”

“Which is a good thing for you, right?” I replied instantly, pushing him with force as I put the dress back properly.

“Anyone could see your tits.”

“But no one will, they have some manners. Not much, I’ll give you that, but some.” I explained as I placed my hand flat on his chest, “So it’s just a win for you, it’s very easy to just…” I looked at the strap on my shoulder and lifted it a second as I looked at Hanma with a smirk then stopped and pushed myself away from him, “Not that you’d fuck me. So it’s just easier for me to get undressed and shower I guess.” Before I could fully leave the room, Hanma wrapped his hand around my wrist and pulled me back towards him with a huge manic grin, “Didn’t peg you to be a tease, babe. Is that a bright new personality trait you got just for me?”

And while I scoffed in fake offense at his words, I truly believed it was exactly that—a way for me to act to keep him entertained. I did not mind it one bit, but I did not believe that trait would have come to light if I hadn’t met him. A great many things wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for him… because of him…

“Flattering yourself is a great quality one must have. Who else would do it but you, hm?” I asked playfully before walking towards the door.

Hanma laughed loudly at that and opened the door wide, letting me walk out first as he said, “I’d say the constant begging for my dick is a lotta flattering you’ve been doing, babe.”

Then without thinking much, I shrugged and looked over my shoulder, “If I wanted to flatter you, I’d say sometimes you look cute when you smile. Sometimes.” And that had the man stunned. Both him and I were shocked by what I had said, both embarrassed for a short moment until he walked past me to enter the elevator with his now usual arrogant expression, “Keep that energy for the meeting, that should make it fun.” He drawled. He then reached for my hand and tugged me inside the elevator, pressing the right button while still keeping me close to him.

His hand moved from my hand to my shoulders soon after as he draped his arm over them, the back of his head resting on the wall of the elevator as he sighed. “Feel free to not listen to shit, I do that. Most of the time.” But I doubted his words. He liked to act like he didn’t care but the man was observant, he was ready to gather any sort of information at any given point. He was scary.

I gave him a short laugh as we walked out of the elevator and saw the new doorman. Hanma waved at him with too much enthusiasm and stopped in front of him, “Are we happy to have been promoted?” He asked with a huge grin to the guy. Promotion? Was this someone from Bonten? How much would one be paid if they were part of a gang only to be a doorman? “I’d rather have worked for Mikey.”

“Don’t I pay you good money though? You should thank me.” Hanma clicked his tongue and nudged the man on his way to the car. I gave the ‘doorman’ a small nod and an apologetic smile before getting in the car with Hanma, something I had been doing way too much recently. The stress of going to this meeting was only growing the further we drove, and the only solution I found to it was to close my eyes and try to sleep it off—something Hanma did not want one bit. His hand was quick to find my thigh and hold it tight as he nudged me awake, “Sanzu hasn’t even started talking and you’re already sleeping?” He scoffed lightly, then threw me a glare, “Let your guard down out there and you’re fucking dead, got that?” He added, dead serious.

That definitely woke me up, I thought as I moved my head from the back of the seat and looked at him a few seconds before crossing my arms across my chest, “I won’t doze off. I just don’t know how long it’ll take to get there, so I thought I’d get some rest.” Just as I said so, the screen on the dashboard lit up with nothing but a phone number on it, was it a random person? Why would anyone call at this hour?

Hanma pressed the button on the steering wheel and picked up. He did not have time to say hello before the person on the other end angrily started talking. I recognized Koko’s voice, “Where the fuck are you? You better get here before Mikey does! The fucking audacity you have to not arrive before–”

“What, am I the last one to arrive?” Hanma asked without any care, a little playfulness in his voice. Koko clicked his tongue and paused before answering, “The Haitanis aren’t here yet, are you even on your way?” He sounded on edge and stressed, for a second I wondered if it would be that bad to arrive after Mikey. I quickly realized that of course it would, because arriving late would show the greatest level of disrespect. I did not want that at all, but I feared Hanma had little to no fear of portraying that.

Humming a second, Hanma drawled, “Yeah, don’t get your panties in a twist, we’re there in five.” Then he hung up. There was no need for niceties of bidding him farewell considering we’d see each other soon enough. I did not comment on the fact that Hanma had not saved Koko’s phone number nor on his lack of manners on the phone, the latter which I had lived through many times.

After those five minutes, we arrived in front of an expensive hotel. People dressed in fancy clothes were coming and going; there was a lot more activity than I believed was normal for this hour which made me believe there was some sort of event going on. If that was the case, it must have been deliberately chosen for the meeting to happen here, all so they would not get caught. “There’s a lot of people around.” I commented as Hanma stopped right in front of the entrance. He signaled for someone to come in and handed them the car keys before getting out and telling me to get out too.

“That’s the point.” He gave me a once over and grinned proudly, “That’s also why you’re dressed like that. To blend in with the fat cats.” But his manners in the outside world did not fit the ones of high society, not when he wrapped his arm around my shoulder like he had earlier today. He guided me through the crowd, not apologizing to the people he’d bump into—I’d do it for him. It’s not that he couldn’t, it was more that this was not a mission given to him by Mikey, this was him being a little shit for fun, so he did not have to be careful like I knew he could be.

Once inside, I let out a shiver and could not be more grateful for the heat of the building. We then stayed on the ground floor and walked to one of the meeting rooms, the stress inside my body only growing by the second and perhaps Hanma sensed it when I tensed upon us stopping in front of a door. “If you’re gonna piss yourself, it’s at the end of the hall, doll.” He mocked.

“I’m not—I’m not gonna piss myself, I’m just preparing mentally. They’re all very exhausting and I need to be ready, alright?” I whispered, moving his arm from my shoulders. As much as I craved his touch for comfort and perhaps also to show I belonged to him, I felt like I needed to enter this room as my own person. Being by his side was enough for them to tie me to him, to qualify me as ‘Hanma’s girl’ which I did not mind, but in the long run… I needed that authenticity.

He did not share the thought and wrapped his arm around my waist before opening the door loudly. The room was large enough to fit a long, rectangular table with 5 chairs on each side, while one chair was placed at the furthest end of the table: a total of 11 chairs around it. I assumed the lonely chair at the head of the table was Mikey’s. On the left of that empty seat, on one side of the table were Takeomi, Koko, Kakucho and Mochi, seated in that respective order. Mochi had an empty seat to his left on which he was resting his feet and scrolling through his phone while the three others were chatting together. That is until they saw us enter and looked at us with annoyance—at least for Koko.

I was certain Sanzu would sit to Mikey’s right, perhaps Hanma understood that too since he left a few seats unoccupied, having me sit facing the empty seat at the end of the table while he sat in front of Mochi.

That choice of his meant the brothers would be sitting next to him. I sat straight in my seat, serious, composed, aware of everything I was doing as I leaned towards him, “Are you sure about sitting here?” I whispered in the already silent room. “You’d rather sit next to them? Cause there’s no way that’s happening if that’s what you want, doll.” He laughed. A dry laugh. I understood that the suggestion I had made about Ran was still stuck in his head. Since I did not know how to fix it, I went along. A bit sad that he had mentioned it again, I sat back properly and looked around.

Hanma was the one to lean in this time, his lips brushing against the earring he had given me as he spoke, “D’ya know how good you look right now behind that table? All bossy and shit.”

I looked at him with a face now ten times warmer than it was seconds ago and frowned without ever saying anything. He continued by ghosting his lips over mine, “You’d look better on it, that pretty dress ripped off…”

“Hey!” Koko called out, Hanma threw him a lazy side glare before slowly turning his head towards him. “I don’t wanna see you two fuck here, get out or get yourself together.” Koko was interrupted by Hanma placing his elbow on the table and resting his chin in the palm of his hand, “Jealous you can’t get your blondie here? You fucking wish you could grope him with us around, huh?” Hanma then turned to look at me before kissing me salaciously in front of everyone, purposely shoving his tongue in my mouth so they could see. I felt my entire body heat up in embarrassment and hesitated to bring him closer—I did not get to do so, instead I felt him move away.

Only he wasn’t the one to break the kiss.

I barely had time to see that his hair had been gripped with force before his face was slammed into the table with the same amount of strength.

Just as fast, Hanma grabbed Rindou’s hand from his hair and pulled him towards him as he stood up, making the younger brother trip but Hanma didn’t let him fall. He held onto Rindou’s wrist still gripping his own hair, then choked the man’s throat as he pushed him against the wall—both laughed. Hanma did so dryly, eyes filled with anger; Rindou did so with pure thrill in his eyes.

I heard Ran laugh too and opted to move my seat out of the way when Rindou pulled at Hanma’s hair again before trying to knee him in the stomach only to be stopped. I was going to stand from my seat when Ran pushed me back down, tutting me, “Calm down tiger, just enjoy the show,” He smiled, then stopped me from digging my nails into the armrest, “The bastard can take a beating, get your claws back in.”

I pushed my chair further from him, he stepped closer. No one was doing anything as Rindou and Hanma threw punches at each other, so I pushed my chair even further, enough to stand up and move behind it to have something between Ran and I. I could feel the holster heavy on my thigh as I parted the dress and let my hand graze the gun, “How mature of you two to start a fight at a meeting. Were you that bored?” I scoffed. My lower part was hidden behind the seat so I slowly pulled out the gun and heard Kakucho laugh but did not dare give him a glare.

Ran grinned wickedly and turned the chair; as he did so, I stepped closer to him and rapidly went for his head, trying to hit him with the butt of the gun. He was faster and grabbed my wrist tight, making me wince, “You always go for the head,” He half-whispered with a shake of his head, leaning in, “You’re becoming predictable, bit boring isn’t it?” He mocked.

Hearing him tell me I was boring scared me more than I let on. As if he had lit a fire inside my chest, I gripped his hair with my free hand—which he gripped in return to alleviate the pain—then brought the tip of my heel to his crotch. He let go of me for a second and I pulled away then watched him as he tried to grab me back. I hit the butt of the gun on the back of his head when he balled over in pain. Another moan of pain from the man when his hand moved to the back of his head while he straightened his back.

He was tall, and I hardly believed I had much strength to put him down—my mind started thinking of the most stupid things to get him down, climbing on the chair to knee him in the face? Because I couldn’t have him ball over again, he was not going to do that. If I tried to kick him, he’d grab my foot and pull me down.

I put the gun away and looked at the seat between us, then at him.

He smiled in disbelief, “Now, you wouldn’t dare.” He held onto the back of the chair, I placed both my hands on the armrest and got it out of his grasp before lifting it off the ground and just as I was about to throw it, I heard Sanzu’s voice, “Mochi, your damn feet off the chair–” he paused and looked at us, moving Mikey behind him as he stomped our way.

He gripped me by the hair and forced me to let go; kicking me in the back of the knees to make me fall on the floor. He did the same to Rindou to have him let go of Hanma—when he tried to punch Hanma, the man grabbed his hand and smiled, a bloody smile that I somehow found attractive, “Try and touch me, Mad Dog, see who wins between you and I.” He then spat blood towards the ground, onto Rindou’s pants.

The younger brother’s face turned sour as he stood up to join his brother that still stood rather close to me.

“All of you to your fucking seats!” The pink haired man barked, shoving all of us out of his way and kicking the chair towards me.

With heavy feet, we all joined our seats. Hanma had his face full of small cuts, similar to Rindou’s. I could see he wasn’t really here and watched as he brought a cigarette to his lips, lighting it expressionless, staring straight ahead. I was more than awkward now that the adrenaline was dissipating, I felt Mikey walk behind us and let his hand trail on the back of my seat before joining his own spot at the end of the table. I’d like to think that when our eyes met he smiled at me, but his face remained the same, blank—perhaps I just felt the smile or saw it in his eyes? Or perhaps I was hoping too much, I was seeking some reassurance that I hadn’t fucked up. A reassurance I couldn’t get from Hanma in the state he was in.

Nudging his knee with mine, I whispered as close as I could, “Are you alright?”

He puffed out some smoke, quickly getting told off by Koko on the opposite side of the table but Hanma didn’t stop, he just shrugged and took another drag. He leaned back on his chair, one arm on the back of my chair, but he still wasn’t looking at me.

I nudged him again, “Did I fuck up?” I didn’t want to have fucked it up, even less because of a Haitani. I couldn’t slip up, shit I was panicking now. I could almost feel my heart trying to beat out of my chest, or was it my lungs? “Are you paying attention?” I heard a sudden voice to my right; quickly turning my head, I saw that Rindou had moved his chair next to mine. Before I could start to question how he moved his seat that was next to Hanma all the way here, I threw him a side glare and kept my mouth shut. I was trying to focus and turned a bit on my chair to hide him from my view, but he still leaned over the table and wrote a little note that he slid in my direction.

“Pst, hand it to Ran.” He whispered to Hanma, his arm fully extended as two fingers pressed on the paper to keep it closed. Hanma looked down at Rindou’s hand before crushing the cigarette on the back of it, pushing his arm out of the way before grabbing the paper. Ran snatched it from his hands then laughed, making everyone in the room shut up.

Sanzu slammed his hand on the table, “Is this fucking kindergarden? Can’t be that hard to keep your mouths shut!”

Ran looked at him and lazily said, “We just had an important question, right Rin?”

Rindou nodded, “Oh yeah, very important–” He was interrupted by Takeomi making a grand hand gesture as he spoke, “What are you doing there? Move your sorry ass back to your brother! Leave the bitch alone.”

While the gesture was sort of sweet, it made me slightly bitter upon being called a bitch once more. It did not really change anything to Rindou who grinned widely as he took my chin between his index and thumb, “We were wondering what’s the price.” He drawled, making his brother laugh again. I slapped his hand away from my chin and leaned over to him, making him lean back when I smiled wickedly, his own smile faltering a second. His tie in my hand, I pulled him close and as I spoke, I groped his crotch, “You should remember the amount of bills the old men would give you when your mom would have her turn, no?” I let go of him and patted the tie straight, “Was it three big ones? Two? Maybe coins? Nothing?” I quirked a brow, “Maybe she was free? That’s not very–”

I felt intense pain at my scalp but it wasn’t Rindou, Ran had stood up and was now pulling my head back to talk down at me—I stood up while he did so and never broke eye contact, “It’s a simple question, how much does the bastard pay to fuck you? Must be a pretty sum if you’re still around, huh?” Just as he was done, I spat in his face then stomped on his foot before kneeing him in the stomach. I was aware he hadn’t even tried to fight me off but it felt good to hit him, so I didn’t care. “How pitiful is it for a man of your stature to be jealous–” His hand was suddenly on my throat, a breathless gasp escaped my lips as I threw Hanma a glance but he did not seem to move from his spot. He was, however, watching intently, unmoving. I could almost see a proud smile on his face, but I was dreaming, I knew it.

A smile made its way to my lips when I looked back at Ran before biting his forearm hard. He let go right away and was about to punch me when someone stopped him—Mikey had stood up and interrupted us. With his voice void of anything, he spoke, “Ran, Rindou, back to your seats.”

Ran scoffed, “She went crazy at me, I just asked her–”

Sanzu pulled him back by the collar and threw him to his chair, almost making him tumble back, “Didn’t fucking ask. What Mikey says, goes. If I hear one more damn sound from any of you,” He mimicked pulling his gun out and pulling the trigger, “Got it?”

The brothers just slumped back in their seats while I had Mikey right in front of me, “You’re turning into him. Careful.” He simply said before pointing at my chair with one arm extended; he waited until I was seated to get back to his own seat then resumed what he was saying prior.

Seeing how little Hanma had paid attention to me, I placed my elbow on the armrest and rested my chin on my knuckles while listening to the presentation. I never really thought I would assist to such a thing, but it made it a lot more serious. That is if we ignored the brothers exchanging notes next to Hanma, passing papers while looking the most deadly they could—Ran caught me staring and sent me a chilly grin, making me turn my head back to anyone but him. Koko was the one I crossed gazes with. We exchanged polite smiles then brought our attention back to the presentation once more. “Some low shit bastard’s trying to get on our territory.” Sanzu showed a slide of a guy’s police record then started listing all they knew about him, his still weak but growing gang along with the fact that he had some famous politician on his side.

“That motherfucker disrespected us the moment he thought he’d thrive on our territory.” Sanzu spat, immediately stopping himself from talking more when Mikey raised his hand for him to stay silent, “Hunt them all down and kill them. We’ve wasted enough time on dealing with them the proper way.” He sighed and continued, “If they call us monsters for suggesting they join us, saying they won’t be caged, they’ll find peace dying in the name of their freedom.”

Hearing him speak those words made my chest heavy. I highly doubted they had suggested much if anything, they had given them two choices: join us or die. I admired that new gang for going against Bonten, but it was suicidal. I wondered if they knew who they were up against. They all chuckled at Mikey’s words, clearly unbothered by the task they had been assigned. My face was blank, not from fear but because I couldn’t let it show I was unsure if I was part of the people requested for ‘the hunt’. “They’re better off dead than traitors. One’s less painful.” Kakucho commented, making some chuckle. Were they that hard on traitors? What would one have to do to be considered as such and why did he have such a strong aversion to people joining Bonten?

Because if they joined against their will, sooner or later they’d leave, maybe trying to get some people with them, surely taking information and now inside knowledge of the organization.

Mikey was right.

They should be killed, Bonten did not need them. We were big enough as it was.

“Pay attention, doll. It’s gonna be your time to shine.” Hanma said, his head slightly tilted my way. I was surprised to hear him but couldn’t help my heart from beating in excitement from having his attention once more. Play it cool, play it nice, he ignored you up until now, I told myself. “I’m more than focused, it comes with you going mute and not giving me even a glance.” That was a lot more aggressive than I intended. That was a fuck up. I knew it the moment I heard him chuckle behind his hand as he mirrored my position, “Are we throwing a tantrum?” He whispered behind his hand once more, discrete for once.

I scoffed, immediately getting rid of any emotion on my face when I realized I was smiling, “Some might call it being upset for the little you intervened when the brothers came for me—but call it a tantrum.”

Hanma’s hand moved to rest on my thigh as he lifted the hem to expose it, his face never leaving the projection behind Mikey, “You’re a big girl, aren’t ya? Handled them well, if I had intervened I wouldn’t have had the honor to see you bite his hand off.” I could see from the angle he was in, the smirk that was drawing itself on his lips. Faking sitting back in my seat, I scooted closer to the side and helped his hand higher on my thigh. His fingers dug inside my skin and I saw him move a bit in his spot. In my head I wanted to believe he was getting too uncomfortable in his pants, but that train of thought was interrupted when Sanzu pointed at me.

“You—take the last bastard down,” He pointed at the presentation and I saw the face of one of the chairmen from Silas&Sons—I didn’t say anything about the fact that there were others that we had yet to convince because I feared they had done it themselves. Perhaps bribed some, killed others… And he was the last one standing in their way. ”Motherfucker’s too good for money, so put one little bullet right there,” He pressed the center of his forehead, grinning broadly and added, “Once that’s done we’ll have one less thing to worry about, so don’t fuck up rookie.”

He turned around to change the slide and I leaned over the table to place my elbow on it and look casual, even if Hanma was slowly moving his hand to my panties, “Is there a deadline?”

Mikey was the one to say, “The faster it’s done, the better.” I nodded and leaned back on my chair.

Koko made a subtle hand gesture for me to look at my phone and I did, noticing a text from him that said, “That means 3 days tops.” I held back a smile and thanked him, Sanzu scared me when addressing me once more, “It’s one job. You’re not here cause you’re an executive, you’re not here cause you’re loyal, you’re not here because you’re valuable,” He placed both his hands on the table with a thud, I heard Takeomi sigh along with Kakucho while Koko smiled, “You’re here cause Mikey wants to see if you can finish this, you started this entire shit by being a traitor to Silas&Sons–” Koko interrupted him with a soft laugh, “I don’t think you can betray corporate, but go on.”

Sanzu gave him a dirty look and continued, “You should be damn grateful to be sitting here tonight when everyone’s desperately tryna climb up to reach this very seat you’re sat on.” He pushed himself away from the table and spread his arms wide, “This is an honor!” I heard Rindou mumble ‘not again’ as he covered his face and leaned back, “You don’t realize how grand Bonten is! The feeling of belonging–”

Mikey placed a hand on Sanzu’s shoulder, “Continue the presentation.” I held back a laugh at first, I had managed to do that. Then, when everyone focused back on Sanzu’s long presentation, Hanma tilted his head my way and said, “Oh, I sure feel like I belong now that we all have matching tattoos.” I couldn’t hold back my laugh this time and snorted, my hand going to my face to stop it while the other gripped his arm. Some people turned to look at me and I uncovered my face to show I wasn’t doing anything. They looked away and I leaned back towards Hanma, “No, no, you don’t get it, this is so much bigger than we can understand!” He let out a barked out laugh, making Sanzu throw a glass his way which crashed into the wall behind him.

Startled, I flinched but did not say anything, we both understood the message and when he returned to talking, I leaned towards Hanma and commented, “We should make an offering to be forgiven after insulting the Bonten gods, what do you think we should give them?”

We listened as tasks were given; it seemed they were assigned to each respective person, but I believed it was more assigned to their… ’departments’, the businesses each were handling—unless it was specifically required by Mikey for them to do it themselves, like he would when asking Hanma to take care of people. After a few seconds, Hanma answered, “If he keeps sucking Mikey’s dick like that, maybe mouthwash.”

I quickly pressed my face into his arm to mute my laugh. We kept making little jokes like that until the end of the presentation—once it was finally over, Hanma stood up and moved to Sanzu’s spot, pushing him aside. It happened so fast I didn’t have time to ask him what he was doing.

Mikey was still in his chair, now on his phone.

“I’ll lighten the mood.” Hanma said in a sing-song voice.

Kakucho and Takeomi both stood up, the latter tapping on Mochi’s shoulder to have him follow them. Hanma did not even look at them as he fumbled with the cables to find one to plug his phone in. When he was connected, he opened his gallery and showed the first picture. I had to cover my face in embarrassment.

“So, earlier this week we had such a fun time with my girl, here we are at the funeral of that bastard cop—here she is all shy but here,” He moved two pictures further, ignoring the one where I’m reaching for the phone to stop him, one of the pictures where he had my leg onto his for no reason while people were leaving, “She’s letting me grope her in public!” He met Ran’s gaze and smiled wickedly.

My entire body froze at the taunt and at the picture, but what put me in awe was how the remaining people weren’t leaving. Sanzu was back at his seat next to Rindou, glancing at Mikey almost in a hurry but he did not say anything unlike the brothers who leaned in with their elbows on the table, “You’re selling the product, so what’s the price?” Rindou asked, opening his wallet.

Hanma gave him a deadly look; they stared at one another, the long-haired brother grinning like a fool while The Reaper stayed deadpan. Ran, without any attention on his person, tried to move to the seat next to mine but I was fast to kick it out of the way, making him click his tongue as he sat back down. I heard Hanma chuckle and looked up, meeting his gaze, “That’s my girl,” he turned towards Ran and smirked, “You’re really desperate. Don’t you own whore houses? I’m sure those are free, go get some.”

Rindou laughed, earning himself a hit from his brother.

Ran smiled sweetly and looked at Hanma mockingly, “You bring her dressed like one of my girls, I get a bit confused.”

“And I’m telling ya, next time you touch my girl you’re dead.” Hanma stated; while he put some humor into his tone, his eyes screamed for Ran to do it, to even try, just so he could finally beat him up. But instead, he moved to the next picture in his little presentation, making me stand up and run to his side to change to another one, “Alright, that’s enough–”

Hanma grinned, “Cause she’s fucking part of this, yeah?” He pulled at my neckline, fully showing the tattoo that was also on display on the projection. I held onto the fabric to cover my breasts while he pulled at the center to show the tattoo on my sternum, “But I think that maybe I should get my initials tattooed on her, like cattle—maybe that’ll get your inbred hands off her.”

This time Rindou wasn’t laughing, Sanzu was as he pushed his shoes off the table and let his feet hit the ground with a thud, a loud laugh escaping his lips. Was that all it took? Both brothers stood up, chuckling to each other—I placed one hand on Hanma’s arm and let out a nervous laugh. He had finally let go of my dress, “They draw the line at inbreeding jokes, maybe you should have kept your mouth shut.” I whispered slightly panicked, albeit smiling from ear to ear. While I tried to take a step back, Hanma took one towards them.

If a fight was to occur, I had no wish to be in the middle of it.

“Do you want to get them more mad?” I asked Hanma, who looked at me in a crazed haze, only waiting for one of them to come and punch him.

I took it as a yes and looked at the brothers a moment before joining Hanma’s side and dramatically saying, “Come on, the pent up frustration of celibacy makes idiots go wild like boars,” I looked at them and smiled, “And they’re clearly very frustrated,” I scoffed, “Can’t blame them, I think it has to do with the hair, it must send the wrong message to women…”

Sanzu laughed again, but only shortly.

Mikey stood up at the same time the Haitanis started to rush towards us—I heard the click of Ran’s baton and couldn’t help but feel excitement course through my entire body as I threaded my fingers with Hanma’s and pulled him back a bit. “Meeting’s over. Everyone go home.”

Ran laughed dryly but never looked away, so Hanma grinned, “Ya heard the boss.” then unplugged his phone and shoved it in his pocket. Sanzu pushed past the brothers, making way for Mikey while I walked to the door from the other side of the table—there was no way I was passing by the Haitanis again.

On our way out, I think I heard Rindou talk, faintly, “She’s actually kinda funny, can’t believe she’d go for The Crazy Reaper.” He chuckled, then we were out of hearing. I almost bumped into Mikey when he stopped in the middle of the corridor; Sanzu had kept on walking, probably at the white-haired man’s demand, “Hanma, wait outside.” He ordered.

I liked to believe that Hanma hesitated, but all he did was grin, “Roger, boss.”

Once more alone with Mikey, I could feel my high coming down. I could feel my feet touch the ground, I was, for lack of words, grounded. It was confusing. “I’m sorry for–” I started. Mikey interrupted me, asking, “How are you handling everything?”

It took me by surprise, making me let out a nervous laugh, “It’s—huh, it’s alright. I deal better with Hanma around, I think.”

“You shouldn’t rely on him. You should never rely on anyone, sooner or later they’ll die.” Mikey said, empty. His words, while simple and straight to the point, hit me like a brick. I wanted to press a hand to my chest to see if he hadn’t really hit me from how heavy it had made me feel, but instead I clenched my hand into a fist, “Should I take you for example?” I asked, angered by his nonchalance.

He seemed taken aback for a second, his eyes slightly wider than usual before the ghost of a smile crossed his features only to disappear just as fast, “Maybe. I think Sanzu would be better fit as an example, seeing where you’re going.” Like rapid fire, I answered, “What does that mean?”

He scoffed, “This obsession you both have. It’ll be your end, it’ll make you go against my orders.” There was a short pause, he stepped close to me and patted my cheek like a brother would before moving his hand higher and pressing his thumb to the center of my forehead, “There is only one way out after that.” His eyes locked back on mine as he gently let go of my head and stepped back. I wanted to talk back, to defend my loyalty, to tell him there was no reason for me to go against his orders if they made sense but I was frightened. I did not trust myself to speak, to utter anything, instead I stood there. Silent.

“Good night.” He simply said before making his way out.

I did not waste time to follow him out, not wanting to get caught by the Haitanis. My shaky legs had other plans, making me stumble a few times until I got outside to Hanma who was leaning against the wall by the door, cigarette in hand. “Had fun?”

“Why does he always have to be so intense?” I asked, now standing in front of him as he turned his head and puffed the smoke to the side, “He’s depressed, I guess.” Hanma shrugged. He dropped the cigarette on the ground and crushed it under his foot before nodding for me to come with him. I glanced at his hand, perhaps for comfort, hoping to hold it but it was too much to ask of him. Maybe he saw my distress, maybe he was also in need of some touch, but he wrapped an arm around my waist and forced me to walk at his pace, “Ya did good with the Fucktanis. Loved the energy, babe. Wouldn’t have got mad if you had shot his ass though, that’d have made him shut his trap.”

I scoffed and entered the car with him, shivering at the cold of the night that slowly seeped in. With the adrenaline of the fight that almost happened followed by Mikey’s words, I was in some sort of trance that had now dissipated. “Do you have anything to treat wounds in your car?” I asked Hanma, opening the compartment in front of me, making a happy sound when I saw a white aid box and took it. Hanma grabbed it from my hands and gave me a confused look. “What do you need?” He roughly grabbed my jaw, turning my head around to check my face then gave me a once over, “You’re not injured, are you dumb?” He clicked his tongue and let go, dropping the box on my thighs before starting the car.

Mimicking his action, I grabbed his jaw and pulled his face towards mine, “You are.” I opened the box and with one hand opened the small alcohol bottle and poured some on some gauze that was in the box. I brought it to his face and disinfected his small cuts roughly, knowing he’d pull back like a dog. When he was about to do just that, I gritted through my teeth, “Please, Shuji. Let me hold you still.”

A small smile made its way to his beautiful face, slowly turning sly as his hand covered mine that was holding him, “Getting mixed signals with the begging and the being rough, gotta pick one side babe. Which will it be tonight?” He cooed mockingly and yet I could almost feel excitement dripping from his every pore as his other free hand moved to my waist, once more trying to raise the hem of the dress. With a tight smile, I pressed on a deeper cut and wiped it clean, finally finishing the disinfecting. It didn’t need much more but that, so I dropped everything back in the box and met Hanma’s gaze once more, “Sleep. It’ll be sleep tonight.”

He chuckled and leaned over, his lips brushing against mine. Before he could speak, I asked, “When am I going to be sent home?” It was fast spoken, rushed, but the question had been in my mind for so long since I feared getting used to his place only to be sent away soon. His eyes widened in confusion, quickly losing any emotion as he scoffed dryly. “We’re playing the victim now? Tell me,” Slowly, he smiled—a beautiful, knowing smile, “Do you want to go home?”

I looked down at his lips, then back at his eyes, then his lips again, “I have everything at my place… I pay rent, it was hard to find that place and my friends and family–”

“Frankly I don’t care, I asked you a question. And I don’t like repeating myself.” He stated, deadpan now.

Did I want to go home? Could I go home? I could, he would give me permission, but would I be able to stay away from him? I liked being around him, his place was not half-bad and he was there. He was not at my place, he would never come to my house. And what if I needed him during the night, what if my nightmares returned and I needed him to help me forget? Calling him in the middle of the night would definitely have me stay alone, he wouldn’t pick up…

You’re home, I wanted to tell him.

“I want to stay with you.” Was what I ended up saying.

It was a lot less frightening than admitting how much he meant to me after so little time. Because I was fucking scared—but he didn’t need me to be scared. I was fine with that. I had to be fine with that.

Hanma smiled broadly and pressed his lips against mine, kissing me deeply as he hummed against my lips, “Yeah? That’s my girl.” He then pulled back and clasped a hand on the steering wheel before rapidly starting the car, “Good thing you chose me, cause your house has been ransacked by the cops.” He explained off-handedly.

I had looked back at the road once he had pulled away but his little announcement made me turn to look at him at the speed of light, “I’m sorry?”

“I’m guessing the little mole bitch knew a bit more than you thought she did since she sent them over when you weren't home.” He shrugged, a smirk on his lips when he saw from the corner of his eye how in awe I was.

It doesn’t make sense, I never told her I stayed with him. There is no way she would know, even Shiho doesn’t know—or does she? Have I gotten drunk at some point after moving in with him and told them? I don’t think so, I was careful. “What does it mean?” On a bigger scale. Them looking into me to get to him, to Bonten. What did it really mean?

“Eh, means shit. You have your gun with you, so they got nothing.”

I started scratching my brain for anything bad I could have left behind, anything, then looked up at him again, “Who brought my clothes? What if they left something—I never even told Rai my address!” I was starting to get annoyed thinking about it. Running a hand over my face, I let out a frustrated laugh, “She looked through my file, I don’t know who the fuck she asked but–” I let out a another frustrated sound, not believing she could do that. Seeing how desperate she had been to catch Hanma though, or anything close to Bonten, it made sense she would go that far. “She truly is a mole, she really—ah!” I laughed angrily, not finding the words.

“I’m telling ya, there won’t be a next time for her. If she’s ever looking into our shit again, she’s dead.” He said nonchalantly, catching me off guard from how serious the situation seemed to be. Mikey hadn’t mentioned anything about it, but I was not there for all of their interactions and I feared he had given the order to take her out. And if not her, anyone interfering with Bonten—so, she fell under that definition.

Sighing, I did not reply and waited for us to arrive back to the building, exhausted. It had been a long day, and adding a conversation about Rai would not make it any better. I wanted to sleep, to forget about her. I just wanted to hope she would stop snooping around for her own sake.

But that very thought I had seemed to have done the exact opposite of what I wanted.

I felt it deep in my guts that something was off, but I blamed it on all the stress of the night. Maybe it taught me I should trust my instinct sometimes since when we entered the building, Hanma laughed. He was the first one to realize what was going on—I looked at him confused and he covered his mouth as he pointed at the stairs where, once I faced them, I could see Rai standing up in panic. She struggled with her bag across her chest and looked at the both of us with wide eyes.

So this was the face of someone who had just signed her death sentence.

[Chapter 24]

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K so this is angsty and not the usual content but its 1am and i need to sleep so ive gotta tell someone about this. Maybe ill write it out tomorrow but lets face it i wont. But consider Emmets dopamine levels and stuff have got to have been piss poor while Ingo has been gone so when he gets him back all pf the seratonin and stuff his body produces is gonna be used up super quickly in 1 huge burst which means my poor baby is about to experience the single worst drop of his life. Like worse than when Ingo disappeared in the first place. I just know my boy is gonna be depressed as fuck cause hes running on net 0 happy chemicals and hes clearly neurodivergent so its gonna take him wayyy longer to recoup the happy chemicals again. Basically, hes gonna feel so miserable and so guilty about being miserable cause he's supposed to be happy and Ingo is back and hes gonna feel so bad about hurting Ingo and make himself think that Ingo thinks he doesnt love him anymore. To sum up please give Emmet love and hugs ASAP!!! -♡ (apologies that this is not a horny ask you don't have to post this if you don't want I just have a lot of feelings rn and you are the only blog I feel like I can vent to sorry)

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CW: mentions of loss unhealthy coping mechanism like alcohol

Emmet isn't used to being alone. He would never used to it.

As a child Emmet was Showered with love and affection and he always attached to his brother's hip

Emmet used to be a completely different person when he was younger. He was almost completely antisocial quiet and shy running away and hiding when someone he doesn't know is in his presence.

Emmet always thought Ingo was the stronger one( not Pokemon battles lol).

He's life was crumble apart as soon as ingo was reported missing.

Emmet couldn't handle the cold empty House.

He Couldn't handle the extra workload gear running your station by himself.

And he couldn't handle the grief of his lost brother.

He knows better not to turn to quick solution to his sadness, but he would be lying if he said it didn't feel so good. The buzz it gave him made it easier to forget.

His own employees are beginning to worry about his mental health I meant would come in in the morning late reekingof whiskey, major bags under his eyes.

He's either come socially distant his loved afraid of being hurt when they eventually leave him ones or clings on as tight as he can, it scared them disappearing just like his brother the moment he takes his eyes off money

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Distance Learning MBA: Cracking the Code to get in

So, you've been dreaming of an MBA, that fancy business degree that can boost your career. But the idea of quitting your job and hitting the books full-time just doesn't fit your vibe. That's where distance learning MBA courses come in – all the benefits of an MBA, but on your schedule.

Before you get too excited, there are some things you need to know to get accepted. Don't worry, it's not rocket science! Here's a breakdown of what it takes to land a spot in this program:

Gotta Have a Bachelor's Degree

This is the first hurdle. You'll need a bachelor's degree from an accredited university, no matter what you majored in. Business is great, but a degree in history or psychology works too!

Marks Matter (But Not As Much As You Think)

Most programs require a minimum percentage of marks in your bachelor's degree – usually between 40% and 50%. It can vary a bit, so check the program details. But hey, if your marks were a little lower, don't sweat it! Some universities consider strong work experience to make up for it.

Tests? Maybe

Not all distance learning MBA require entrance exams. But some of the best accredited online MBA programs do, these tests (like MAT or OPEN MAT) check your business sense and number skills – stuff that will come in handy in the program. Taking the test can boost your application, so consider it a bonus point!

Got Work Experience? That's a Plus (For Executive MBA)

Some programs, called "Executive MBA," are designed for folks with a few years of work experience (I think 2-3 years). If you've been grinding in the real world, that experience can be a major advantage. It shows the program you can handle the workload and have the skills to succeed. Plus, you might get to network with other experienced professionals in the program – pretty cool, right?

Beyond the Basics

There might be a few extra things some programs look for. For Example, at Symbiosis university distance education they have a group discussion or interview to see how you communicate and think on your feet. Make sure the program you choose is accredited by a recognized body – that way, your fancy new MBA will be legit. A few programs might have other requirements, like a minimum age or specific work experience for specialized programs.

The Takeaway

Figuring out the eligibility for a distance learning MBA is the first step on your journey to becoming a business whiz. By understanding the requirements and putting together a strong application, you'll be well on your way to unlocking a world full of opportunity. Now get out there, research those programs, and get ready to take your career to the next level!

#distance learning mba #best accredited online mba programs #symbiosis university distance education

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