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princessbettina · 7 months

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Bittersweet Memories: Cody Rhodes x Fem reader part 3 (18+)

Warnings: Fluff mixed with a little bit of spice. Slow burn continuation-and kissing. Apologies if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes in this.

Story hints: F/n='Friend's Name'

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Two days have gone by, and you're still buzzing with confusion and excitement because of the question your friend in Cody Rhodes had asked you a few days before.

You couldn't wrap your head around as to why Cody did what he did and what he asked you. Part of you couldn't believe it and wanted to say yes to him right away, but the other part of you didn't believe him and thought he was pulling your leg or pranking you.

That's when you decided to talk about this with your best friend. You knew she always gave the best and most helpful advice on anything.

The two of you met up for lunch and discussed a certain specific topic.

"I have something to tell you that I also may need your opinion on too." You stated as the small nervous smile appeared on your face.

Your best friend nodded and smiled softly back at you. "Please feel free to talk about it, Y/n. I'm your best friend, you can always talk to me about anything."

You could feel your heart beat beating really fast in your chest. Burning anxious butterflies in your stomach as you thought of how your best friend would react to the surprising and unexpected good news.

F/n and yourself were both pro wrestlers in the same company. That's what brought you two together as best friends. You two met at the same wrestling training and instantly clicked.

Ever since then, F/n and yourself have both made it into the wwe together. Sharing that same dream with your best friend meant everything to you.

"Do you happen to know Cody Rhodes, F/n?" You asked nervously, slightly fidgeting with your own hand.

F/n had this playful deadpan expression on her face after hearing your question, "Are you kidding, Y/n? May I kindly remind you that we both are superstars in the same wrestling company. If you know a wrestler, chances are that I'll know them too." Your best friend joked, causing you both to laugh.

"Yes, I know Cody, also known as Stardust, currently. What's the haps with him, Y/n?" F/n asked curiously, raising her brow.

You bit your lip in a nervous way, yet found yourself giggling softly once more to relax your nerves.

"Well...I couldn't believe it, F/n. Cody officially asked me out." You exclaimed before widening your eyes and covering your mouth as you realized that you officially spilled the beans.

There was no going back now.

F/n's mouth fell agape as a gigantic smile on her face appeared, "Aha! I knew that there was something interesting going on with the two of you." Said your best friend as she playfully teased you, pointing her finger at you.

You shook your head and hid your face in your arms briefly as the giggles escaped your lips, "Shh, lower your voice, F/n! Someone may hear you." You whispered, lowering your voice and lowering your body into your seat, hoping no one around you at the other tables would hear or see you.

You two were both in the clear.

"Did you say yes? Oh, please tell me that you did, Y/n. Cody and Y/n are already so cute together." Said F/n with pleading like puppy dog eyes.

You slowly rose back up and began to sit up straight in your chair; "No... not yet" You began to say. Your best friend shook her head playfully.

"Ugh, why not, Y/n? That's your golden opportunity."

"I told Cody that I would think about his question and let him know of an answer really soon. Thankfully, he seems respectful and at ease with it and that he'll be there when I'm ready." You replied softly, still fidgeting with the palm of your hand.

"Just say yes if that's what you truly want." Your best friend stated firmly.

"What do you mean?" You asked curiously, your heart starting to beat nervously once more.

" If you truly want to be with Cody, then tell him yes to his question. You like him, don't you?" Asked F/n, raising a brow in your direction.

"No... I don't think so. Probably not. Haha. Maybe I do." You stated calmly as your face became red again.

Deep down inside, you really wanted to drop everything and be Cody's girlfriend right away, but it was all happening way too fast for you that it felt like nothing but a dream, even if it was a reality.

"I don't know... I'm not even sure why Cody chose me to ask out? There's plenty of other girls that he could have asked, but he chose me." You stated calmly, your bright eyes had straight eye contact with your best friend.

"Ever since Cody asked me, I've been under the impression that he's doing this for jokes and that I'm being pranked by him. Do you think he's joking and not being serious, or is he actually considering it, F/n?" You concluded again, resting your head on your hand.

Your best friend smiled softly at you as she gently held your hand, comforting you; "Y/n, it sounds to me like Cody is being very serious about this. I haven't talked to him or about it with him, but I don't think he would mess around with someone like you." She winked reassuringly.

You smiled softly after hearing your best friend's kind words. You were finally coming to your senses. You knew exactly what to do now.

"Oh my gosh... I totally like Cody!" You exclaimed softly, glancing around you, making sure no one around you saw or heard you. F/n and you giggled softly as the two of you smiled brightly at one another.

"And so it is. Now go get your man and make the two of you official!" Your best friend chirped with a wink. You nodded your head and smiled.

"F/n, you're a wonderful best friend, and I always really appreciate your sweetness and kindness. I most certainly will do just that." You thanked your beautiful best friend for her kindness and fabulous advice.

"That's my job, Y/n! You know I'd do anything for you." F/n replied with another bright smile.

The two of you finished up your meal, paid, and headed out to the arena where Monday Night Raw was being held for the night.

F/n, and you arrived at the area and got settled in as you put on your gear and proceeded to head for hair and makeup afterward. The hair and makeup team began to work their magic on you, along with your best friend in the seat next to you.

Once your hair was styled, the team began to work on your makeup. You casually strolled on your phone briefly before closing your eyes for your makeup.

Your best friend glanced up from her phone and noticed a familiar person heading towards the both of you. F/n gently tapped your arm and whispered; "Cody alert, five o'clock, Y/n!"

You were free to open up your eyes after having them closed from the eyeshadow that was being applied.

The second you opened your eyes, there he was just a few feet away from you. Smiling his pearly smile directly at you. You could feel your face get warmer as the smile on your face appeared, too.

"Why hello there, Miss Y/n! Lovely seeing you here, " Cody exclaimed briefly, reaching down to grab a bottle of perfume on the makeup table.

He then looked more at you and began to admire your beauty and how your hair and makeup were styled.

"Oohhhh, look who looks like a model today? The always beautiful one and only, Y/n. You always look stunning, though. With or without makeup." Cody beamed with a bright smile and again winking at you.

You couldn't help but blush at Cody's cute words. You couldn't believe that he thought you were attractive. Coming from your one and only crush.

You could practically hear the smirk on your bestie's face from the side of you. You shyly smiled up at Cody.

"Thank you very much, Cody. You always look handsome." You winked at him. That caused him to blush. He smiled down at the ground, and his eyes met up with you again.

You raised your eyebrow in a playful way when you asked; "Do you need that perfume, or are you sending that to Stardust?" You playfully asked Cody after noticing the miniature bottle of perfume in his hands.

Cody raised his hand with the bottle closer to his face and chuckled softly; "Oh this? You caught me. It's totally for Stardust. This is one of his favorite fragrances, and I somehow got around to it and got hooked on it ever since."

The both of you chuckled. It was in this very moment where no one else was around, the hair and makeup team had other superstars to attend to around the building, leaving it to just Cody and you.

It was also in this very moment where you decided to be bold and spill your truth to Cody. Your heart began to beat rapidly in your chest;

"I don't know the exact time or place, but my heart has started beating faster every time you're around." You began, hoping you didn't sound odd or strange to him.

Cody had full eye contact with you as he listened to you as you proceeded. The smile on his face caused you to blush. The heat on your face gave it away to you. "I think it's telling me that it needs the oxygen you provide." You concluded once more.

The semi worried expression on Cody's face was clear after hearing what you began to explain to him. He quickly but gently held your hands for reassurance; "Wait, you should go to the hospital then, Y/n. I can take you."

You couldn't help but giggle at his response. The smile on your face grew in size, as did Cody's.

You playfully shook your head as you took hold of Cody's hands; "No! There is no need to do that. What I meant was... I love you and that I want to be with you, Cody." You confessed fully, softly smiling up at him, hoping he still felt the same way about you too.

"Oh...Oh!!! That makes a lot of sense. It just so happens that I love you too, and I also want to be together with you as well, Y/n." Said Cody, flirtatiously winking at you.

You playfully shook your head as you blushed and chuckled while looking into Cody's bright blue crystal like eyes. Cody's eye contact with you never left you either.

You still sat in your hair and makeup chair as Cody took a few steps closer towards you. As he got closer, he gently trailed his soft fingers down your bare skinned arm in a delicate manner.

The feeling of his fingers running down your arm caused you to flush to yourself as you didn't expect him to do that. Cody managed to see your reaction and smiled as he knew what he was doing was working.

You thanked the heavens above for not letting there be anyone around to witness such a romantic moment between Cody and yourself. Your best friend had to go to put her gear on for her match as the makeup crew went to assist the other superstars who might have needed assistance.

Your eyes met up with Cody's bright blue eyes. He smirked flirtatiously down at you as his fingers continued to dance delicately on your arm briefly before both of your fingers intertwined together in your hands.

Cody got even closer to you, starting into your eyes as he wondered if it was about to happen. You could feel your face getting warmer again and it increased by the second.

All you could do was smile back at him as your face grew warmer by the blush. Both of your faces were now so close to one another's.

You weren't sure who would make the first move. What you did know was that you were hungry for this moment and wanted it to happen sooner than later.

Your heart began racing extremely fast in your chest, it felt like it was about to leap out of your body.

Cody, in this moment, seemed unpredictable, but you could sense a romantic lust in him that captivated you. He knew that you wanted him to take the lead, the sparkle in your eyes excited him.

Without hesitation, the pad of Cody's thumb traced your lower lip, dragging it downwards a little bit, the hitch in your breath increased as Cody's eyes flickered from your lips to your eyes.

"I think I wanna..." Cody said, leaning in a little, his breath ghosting your lips.

Hearing that caused you to blush more and more. It was this moment where your heart beat more out of your chest when the distance between you and him became less and less.

"May I, beautiful?" Cody questioned, tilting your chin up gently.

Your head, mind, and heart felt like it was spinning out of control from excitement as what was about to happen. What you craved for so long, what you were hungry for all your life was about to become a reality for you.

Cody looked deeply into your eyes, giving you a look but it wasn't just any look. It was that look, asking you non-verbally, "Is this what you want? Am I the one you want to do this with?"

You nodded softly but couldn't speak. The dark haired man inching closer to you really got your attention. His finger tips touched yours, holding your hands in his and gently pulled you closer.

"May I kiss you, gorgeous?" Cody whispered, sending you a wink your way before awaiting your answer.

You flushed once again. You became speechless but slightly nodded before Cody's lips pressed against yours, filling the gap.

Finally... you thought to yourself.

The feeling of his slight chapped but soft lips on yours felt like heaven atop of your delicate lips. After what felt like an eternity, You and Cody pulled away from the kiss and giggled softly as you both looked into each other’s eyes again.

"That was breathtaking. Thank you for making my first kiss a magical moment, Cody." You said while smiling blushy at him.

Cody smiled with a tint of blush, too, as he heard you speak; "Don't worry, there will be plenty more, I promise, beautiful."

You squealed softly from excitement as your heart began to flutter once again when you felt Cody's lips meet yours again.

-End of chapter 3 ♡

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passionxwrites · 11 months

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Best Thing (2)

Erik smirked to himself as he stalked away from the shapely woman fuming behind him. He knew that Noli could not stand to see him coming and honestly he didn’t give her a good first impression so he couldn’t be upset about her feelings. However, that didn’t stop him from picking with her just to get a reaction. Okay, he might have had a tiny crush on the woman….or a little more than a tiny crush. She was hard not to like and admire. She stood around 5'6 and was built like God took all of his time making sure she was perfect and don’t get him started on that southern charm she carried with her everywhere she went. That accent of hers drove him wild on more than one occasion. Erik never fathomed the thought of stepping a toe into Mississippi until he met her but he had to thank whoever was responsible for the ethereal creation that was Noli.

Shaking his head of the young woman Erik glanced at his phone and grimaced at the 30 missed calls from someone he never wanted to communicate with again, Angel. Yeah, more like Satan's reincarnate. Erik met the young woman at a Gala for the Outreach Center three months ago and she had become a thorn in his side. At first everything was fine until she began to pester him about getting into an official relationship. She even told him she had picked out a wedding ring and knew what she wanted to name their kids. The bitch was fucking crazy and after she began to tell her friends and family that he was thinking of proposing he knew he had to cut her off. The problem was that she did not want to back down and had been continuously been calling, texting, and showing up at his apartment.

Bzzz Bzzz Bzzz Erik's phone jolted awake in his hand with the familiar vibrations of a phone call incoming and he knew exactly who it was. "How may I help you Angel?" "Stop fucking ignoring me Erik! I know you see me calling you, stop playing this little game with me and just act right for once damn!" That was the one thing that always pissed him off about her. She was a fucking spoiled brat who was always used to getting everything she wanted because she came from a wealthy family. Her father was a a thriving business owner and had multiple five star restaurants all throughout Cali and had just opened a new one in Vegas. Her father was the reason she was even at the Gala that night because he brought her as plus one. Daddy's little hellhound wasn't required to have a job. "I'm not fucking playing with you. When we started this shit I told you what the fuck I was on and you agreed did you not," he gritted into the receiver as he had finally begun to reach a breaking point with her bullshit. He stood there for a second before he heard whimpering from the other line that eventually turned into full blown sobs. She sounds like a wounded dog. "Why are you doing this to me? I was a good woman to you, I even did that threesome you asked for and you can't even make me your girlfriend? Was I only a fuck toy to you," Her voice was getting louder and louder as she fired off questions and he could tell she was getting ready to blow but of course he had to light the final match to set her on fire. "Yes," and with that simple word he hung up knowing exactly what she was about to do which was more than likely send a string of messages filled with threats he had no fear of. With that out of his way he decided to finally take his shower since he had just come in from a jog when he noticed the package sitting outside of Noli's door and picked it up pretending it was left at his just so he could have an excuse to bother her. Call him childish but seeing her nose wrinkle up every time she was agitated with him was the cutest thing ever and he would bother her all day just to see it again and again. Simp ass nigga. He rolled his eyes at his own thoughts before he stepping into his shower with thoughts of his plans for the rest of his Saturday.

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Okay, I know this is a little short, don’t kill me!! I just wanted to give an intro into both characters so we can start getting into the juicy stuff!! I hope you all like it.

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soubi122 · 1 year

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The Artist and Her Canvases - Pt 21

BontenxReader, no minors, violence, suggestive material/situations, smut, light fluff, blood, murder, mentions/use of illegal substances, mentions/use of illegal activity.

This specific chapter is angst, murder, surprise guests, heartbreaking for Y/N, bah - this one kind of hurt to write.

Open Fire

Becoming a Bonten executive had you spending 6 months full of training with Kokonoi and Kakucho prepping you non-stop, drilling information into your skull and also testing your organizational skills. Your role was really more of an assistant to Kokonoi in the financial department. Kokonoi wasn’t kidding when he said he would work you harder than they could fuck. You regretted questioning him when you first moved into your new home. Though bringing in a new member would usually call for a banquet or formal dinner, they decided not to take that step so early. Not until you complete the training with Kokonoi and Kakucho. They were in charge of bringing you up to speed with all their current affairs, the borders, the establishments, red zones [no man’s land for Bonten] and dumping grounds. Finally, you were able to catch a break and have some time for yourself. Though this was going to be a difficult task, it was time to say goodbye to the people who you cherished the most outside of Bonten.

The morning started out as usual, only there was a sense of dread that creeped along the corners of your mind. You were meeting your friend for lunch to say your goodbyes as being an official member of Bonten meant that you had to cut ties with everyone else. It shouldn't have been that hard for you but the one friend you had, you didn't want to let go of. “Remember, you have until 3 o'clock, don't take too long and be careful.” Kokonoi said as he planted a kiss on your forehead when you were on your way out. “Yes daddy…” You said mockingly and giggled. Something stirred in him that made him almost keep you home. “How 'bout you call me that in bed?” Kokonoi's tone was coy and made shivers run up your spine. The whole daddy kink was just a joke that you used when they are being overbearing. But it always backfired on you, it always ended with you on your knees.

On the cab ride to your friend's house, you texted her that you were on your way. Scrolling through your phone to check the menu of the little restaurant you were going to have lunch at, you noticed that your friend had yet to respond. She's probably getting ready. You think to yourself and continue with your mindless scrolling. It was going to be a bittersweet goodbye, it was like letting go of your sister, she was the only friend you made while living in Japan. Running into her again when she was pregnant brought you two a little closer, you got attached to the kids too - but saying goodbye was for the best. Being an admin in Bonten came with a hefty price, you had to cut the ties for not only your safety but theirs as well. The lunch was really a surprise farewell, you didn't want her to bring the kids or else you would start bawling your eyes out.

When you arrived at her place, the dog was in the front yard and looked to have been out there for a while. He was wet from the rain this morning, you were going to have a few choice words with the kid after this. The little shih tzu ran up to you and planted his muddy paws in your knees, dirtying your jeans in the process. “Son of a-” You begin to say but stopped at seeing the door handle broken on the front door. Your internal alarm bells were going off, immediately dashing towards the door you pushed it open and looked around. “(F/N)?” You called out her name and were met with nothing but silence. The entire place was a mess, chairs were scattered, seat cushions were torn and de fluffed, various items were thrown on the floor. By the looks of it, someone was looking for something.

The little shih tzu darted towards the kitchen, you assumed it was hungry. Slowly, you began to make your way through the first floor of the house - there were glass shards on the floor, various papers thrown around and then you spotted something that made your body freeze in place. A pool of blood was on the floor, followed by bloody footprints that led up the stairs - someone was hurt. No… The voice inside your head was saying over and over again. Without thinking, you darted up the stairs in search of your friend and her kids. “(F/N)! ANSWER ME!” Checking the kids room first for any signs of life, you noticed it was empty - only toys and clothes were scattered on the floor. Everything was turned inside out, almost as if a hurricane had passed through here.

“FUCK! (F/N), WHERE ARE YOU? PLEASE SAY SOMETHING!” Desperation was clawing at every fiber on your body, your vision was starting to become distorted from the tears that were brimming on your lash line. Every room was in the same condition, ransacked and there was no sign of anyone. There were blood smears, drag marks and droplets everywhere and it was almost impossible to tell where they led. The pounding in your chest wouldn’t cease, you were struggling to breathe and were breaking little by little. All the training and all the things that Bonten has put you through were not enough to prepare you for this. The pitter patter of the shih tzu’s little feet caught your attention and made you turn around, it was pawing at a door and whimpering. It found something.

The door led to a small utility closet, the moment the dog sat down and barked - you just knew. With trembling hands you reached for the door knob, slowly turning the knob and holding your breath. Praying to the deities that your friend wasn’t in there, but oh how the gods had other plans for you. Slumped against the wall was a female figure, she was covered in blood and looked to have multiple stab wounds in her abdomen. “(F/N)?” You whispered softly, there was no response - you reached to touch her hand and it was cold. There was no response and the dog whimpered, curling up next to her body as there was no sound, no movement and no life. You couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t wrap your head around the body that laid slumped against the wall.

Without thinking you dialed the emergency line, “*** what’s your emergency?” The operator began, it was hard to speak. “Hello?” They said, the soft sounds of your sniffles kept them from hanging up. “Please…send EMS and police to [address]...my friend was murdered…” You said softly, trying to choke back the sobs. “Ma’am, are you at the address now? I am dispatching officers now.” The operator’s tone was now stern and laced with concern. "Ma'am?" You couldn't process her question. "I'm sorry, what was that?" She repeated the question and spoke slowly this time. Each word would fade in and out, your whole body was shaking, your teeth began to chatter, you were struggling to speak. “Y-Yes, I'm here." The operator continued to question you, slowly and gently as she suspected you were entering a state of shock. "I f-found her in a-a closet covered in b-blood, she’s not b-breathing and h-her body is cold.” You say between sniffles and breaths. Who the hell was this person? It felt like you weren't you, as if you were watching yourself in slow motion.

Waiting for the police felt like you were waiting for the next equinox, the minutes passed and it felt like hours. The entire time you were drowning out the sounds and could only hear the sound of your heart pounding in your chest - it felt as if someone was beating a drum directly in your ears. You could have sworn you felt the floor vibrate with how hard it was sounded. Staring at her hands, you noticed she had defensive wounds - she fought back.

The sound of sirens was drawing near, your body couldn't move or react in time to bolt it out of there. It was as if your feet were weighed with lead and cemented to the ground. Louder and louder the sirens blared, soon followed by the sound of footsteps and the barking of the dog. A hand placed itself firmly on your shoulder, you didn't even flinch - all of a sudden your surroundings came into focus. Cops were questioning you non stop but you weren't able to utter a word as every time you opened your mouth, the bile was on verge of coming up. You were clearly in shock. One of the officers put you in the back of a squad car and took you to the station for questioning.

They had you in an interrogation room by yourself, you could only stare at the table surface and wait until one of the detectives came back. Waiting in that room made you sick, the smell of blood lingered far too long in your nostrils that you thought you were going to hurl. It continued for a few more hours. Not once did it cross your mind to check in or call them to tell them what was going on nor tell them where you were. All you could see was your friend's lifeless body covered in blood.

The loud sound of the door shutting made you jump and turn to face the detective who entered. “Miss (Y/N), I’m detective Tachibana. I was told you were at the scene and called 911.” You looked up at the detective and his features were softened, he had black hair and dark eyes. He was younger than you and reminded you of someone. You nodded in response to his question. “I will be asking a series of questions regarding this case, can you please walk me through what happened?” His tone was sincere, he didn’t sound aggressive nor accusatory towards you. You looked down and noticed that your hands were still covered in blood and your vision became blurred. Inhaling and looking up to meet his eyes, you began to explain what happened this morning and why you were there. “So you were planning to meet (F/N) at her house and go to lunch, correct?” You nodded and continued to explain what happened after you walked into the house. “You saw no one else there, correct?” You said yes and noted that the house was completely ransacked. “Oh god, her kids! She has two children and a husband - please tell me they are ok. Were you able to reach them?” You said, clutching your chest, holding back your sobs. “Yes, they are ok and were notified. They were visiting their grandparents at the time of the incident.” You thanked the gods that they were ok, but the intense sensation of guilt began to override your entire being. If I would have never asked her to have lunch with me today…this would have never happened. You began to hyperventilate as the thoughts continued to intrude your mind. It’s my fault. It’s my fault. It’s my fault. Your inner voice was screaming at you.

The detective was on high alert and tried to calm you down. It wasn’t anything new to see people react like this, but these were moments where small clues could be provided or accidentally said. “Miss (Y/N), I need you to breathe slowly - in and out. Look at me and focus on my voice.” He was going through breathing exercises with you, never in your life did you think you were going to shut down this bad. “If I hadn’t asked her to get lunch - she would have been alive right now…oh god.” You spoke and panted as your thoughts continued to swirl in a maelstrom of guilt. Detective Tachibana worded his response carefully, “The severity of this crime could have been due to outside factors Miss (Y/N).” It was a test to see if you knew more than you were letting on. “Detective, please don’t try to make me feel better by saying it’s not my fault. If I would have never asked her to hang out and get lunch - she…she would have been alive right now.” It hurt too much to even think straight. “Do you know of any reason or anyone who would want to hurt (F/N)?” Detective Tachibana asked as he prepared to take additional notes. “No, why would anyone want to hurt her? She’s never done anyone wrong and would never do anything that would put her children at risk.” You said almost raising your voice, it was like a slap in the face - how could anyone have anything against her?

The detective noticed your change in attitude. “I understand, I apologize if I offended you. We will let the police continue their investigation, thank you for your cooperation. Is there anyone we can call to come and pick you up?” You shook your head no, you didn’t want anyone from Bonten to come and set foot at the police station. You were warned once before…the last thing you needed was to get an ear full from them. “Very well then, please take a seat in the lobby, I will return shortly with a few documents.” He instructed you and led you to the waiting area. As you sat down, you began to run through the scenario in your head over and over again. A few cops were talking in the distance and you overheard them say something that made your blood run cold. “Yeah…that lady was targeted by a gang, it looks like they were after someone she knew…she had a family too…how fucked up is that?” You felt like the air in your lungs was snatched and you were struggling to breathe. Oh god, this is my fault? Did a rival gang find personal information on me? A hand that placed itself on your shoulder snatched you out of your thoughts. You jumped and turned to face a familiar sea of blue and green eyes. “(Y/N)?” It was Matsuno Chifuyu. He could see how your eyes were red and swollen, the blood stained shirt and hands, your broken appearance made his heart sink. “Chifuyu…?” You whispered as he leaned and asked if you were ok. He wasn’t alone, he was accompanied by another male with black scruffy hair and dark blue eyes. The detective returned and saw that you were speaking with Chifuyu. “Matsuno? Takemichi? What are you doing here?” Takemichi…Takemichi…-oh no. You snapped your head to look at the other male, this was…it couldn’t be. Hanagaki Takemichi was standing right in front of you, he was the friend that Mikey told you about.

“Detective Tachibana? Oh I was called to pick up a dog as I was listed on the emergency registrations forms. It looks like the family isn’t here yet?” Chifuyu responded and the detective looked at the other male, waiting for a reply. “Oh, well I was with him when he got the call and tagged along.” The detective noticed that you were on friendly terms with Chifuyu. “Matsuno, you know miss (Y/N)?” He asked carefully, you said you didn’t have anyone to call to come and pick you up. “I bought the puppy from his pet shop…” You said without looking the detective in the eyes. “I see…Takemichi, please wait here while I take Matsuno to the back and sign the release forms.” He nodded and took a seat to your left. Chifuyu had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as you fiddled with your blood stained hands. Cupping your cheek, he spoke “Let us take you home, yeah?” He didn’t take no for an answer.

You sat in silence with the other male. He looked a little awkward and was doing his best not to stare at the blood stains. “It’s uh pretty nice that Chifuyu’s pet shop has an emergency boarding service. They can board any pets that were involved in any police cases. It beats putting them in a pound if the owners aren’t here.” He tried to make conversation. You nodded and looked at him, he was so normal. No piercings, no wild colored locks and dressed…well, normal. “It is…I don’t know if they would have let me take the pup with me.” Within the next few minutes Chifuyu and detective Tachibana returned, Takemichi exhaled a sigh of relief - he too felt a little awkward. “(Y/N), I'll take you home after dropping off this little guy at the shop. Is that ok with you?” You nodded and got on your feet. “Miss (Y/N)? We'll be in touch.” With that, Chifuyu escorted you to his car with Takemichi trailing behind you.

Sitting in the back seat with the pup in your arms, you remained quiet and dazed. When you arrived at the pet shop, you asked Chifuyu if you could use the bathroom. While they were making arrangements, you walked into the small bathroom and slid down to the floor, curling up and hugging your knees. It was painful, you couldn't bear to hold it in any longer. You were trying to muffle your cries but it was no use - they could hear you. “(Y/N)? Are you ok?” Chifuyu asked as you began to open the door. You couldn't hide it, the tears were free falling and you caved when you met his worried eyes. Breaking down in tears you shook your head no. Detective Tachibana told Chifuyu some information regarding today's incident. He knew you were trying to be strong. He was also tasked with trying to do some further digging. You were met with a warm embrace, “I'm really sorry for your loss.” His sincerity made you sob even louder and you clutched his shirt like a child. Seeing you like this pulled their heart strings, they've been there before. “It's my fault…I shouldn't have gotten her dragged into this.” You say between broken sobs and sniffles. He held you close and was trying his best to comfort you. The tears wouldn't stop and you felt your heart breaking. “I'm sure this isn't your fault.” The other male spoke, trying to comfort you.

Within moments your phone began to ring. You released Chifuyu and frowned at the name flashing on the screen. It was Kokonoi, you were running late and hadn't checked it with anyone. Without thinking you rejected the call and called Kakucho. “Hey baby, is everything ok? How was lunch?” They had no idea what took place nor where you were. “C-can you come get me? Please…” Kakucho immediately knew something was wrong. You never asked to be picked up anywhere and you sent him the address in a direct text rather than the Bonten group text. “I'm on my way.” His tone shifted and he began to make his way to the pet shop. You didn't want Mochizuki nor anyone else to see these two men without potentially killing them. Kakucho was the most level headed of them all and you trusted him with not starting a fight. You spoke a little regarding today’s events, trying to buy time for Kakucho to get here.

“I'm sorry Chifuyu, I can't let you take me home…” He almost refused but when you brought up the fight with Mochizuki, he understood and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. His actions took you by surprise, it even took Takemichi by surprise - it made him think that you two had a thing going on. “Can I at least check up on you to make sure you’re ok? Whatever happened today…please don’t go looking for trouble.” Chifuyu spoke in a warning manner. He knew who you were involved with and felt as if you were to give the order - people will die. With how Mochizuki displayed his adoration for you and how you spoke of Mikey - it was made clear to him that you were not to be messed with. “Miss (Y/N)? Are you by any chance-” Takemichi’s words were cut off when the bell on the front door dinged and in walked Kakucho. He looked ready to kill someone. You exhaled in relief when you noticed that he was by himself. “(Y/N)? What happened and are you ok?” His tone was icy. You immediately ran to embrace him. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in while keeping his eyes locked with the two unfamiliar men. “Kakucho, I’m so sorry. I-” You began to sob but were cut off by Takemichi almost yelling. “Eh? Kaku-chan?!” Wait…what? How does he know Kakucho? The bewildered look on his face immediately made the scarred man recognize him. “Takemichi…?” Kakucho responded equally confused. When Chifuyu’s brain finally caught up he too yelled out in question Kakucho’s name. Everyones’ eyes were darting around in confusion. “Well I’ll be damned…Matsuno too?” Uh-oh. This was not good, you didn’t know that these 3 had a deeper connection. “Baby, you’ve got some explaining to do.” He said while smiling, it was a sincere smile that you have never seen before. Almost as if he was relieved that you were here with them and not with strangers.

“Baby? Hold on! Aren’t you married to Mikey?!” Chifuyu blurted out and pointed at you, almost as if calling you a harlot. “MIKEY?! MARRIED? WIFE?!?!” Takemichi yelled out and he too pointed at you in a flabbergasted manner. There were so many questions that were being thrown at you and Kakucho that it was making you dizzy. “SHUT UP!” You scream annoyed at them for not giving you a moment to breathe. “First thing’s first - how?” Kakucho asked as he turned to look at you, but his heart sank the moment he realized that your clothes were stained in blood. “Oh shit…look at me. Are you hurt?” He began to cup your cheek and examine your face for any wounds or bruises. You shook your head no and were trying to keep it together. The moment of confusion and silly peace only lasted a few minutes before you were snatched back to reality. “She was at the police station.” Takemichi said innocently without thinking, it made Kakucho's worry grow and a knot formed in his stomach. “Can we talk about this when we get home?” You ask while burying your face into his chest. It was clear that this was a sensitive matter…Bonten sensitive. It didn't take long for Chifuyu to ask you to explain yourself regarding the elephant in the room. “Wait (Y/N), you said you were married to Mikey. You lied to me?” Without looking at him, you could only answer yes. “She's none of your concern Matsuno. I'm going to ask you not to press any further, please.” Kakucho was much more stern with his request. He sounded like Mochi but much more polite. “Stop, stop, stop…you know where Mikey is? Can I see him?” Takemichi asked with tears forming in his eyes. Kakucho chuckled and smiled, “Still a crybaby, huh?” This was the friend that Chifuyu was talking about when you first met, he's the friend who was looking for Mikey. “Please, can you tell me where I can find him? I just want to-” He began but you were quick to cut him off. “No. Like I told Chifuyu, please don't look for him.” Kakucho was surprised that you took the words right out his mouth. Being a kind person, he expected for you to give Takemichi hope. “Chifuyu, please take care of the pup until they pick him up. Call me if anything changes and I will take him in.” You said handing him a piece of paper with your cell phone number. “You know he's not gonna like this…” Kakucho said as he placed a kiss on your head, it made Chifuyu’s blood boil. Were you married or not? And why were you cheating on Mikey with someone else? “I’m sorry but I just can’t…are you really Mikey’s wife or girlfriend? How could you cheat on him?” He asked out loud, he raised his voice and you could see the sour look on his face. “Kakucho, can I tell them?” You asked while turning red, you weren’t one to shy away from this but somehow explaining it to these two men was making you self conscious. It was something frowned upon in a world where monogamy is almost absolute. Besides, they deserved to know the truth, you were already feeling down about lying to him before.

You could see pink dust Kakucho’s features when you asked for permission. “Manjiro and I aren’t married. He is my…well…they are my…um- partners? Wait, no.” You began to babble and question your wording as you tried to explain it. It was a little mortifying, you never really thought about it. They belong to you and you belong to them, right? “Oh, this is probably a better way of putting it, we’re in an open relationship. So Mikey, Kakucho, Kokonoi, San-” You were cut off by Kakucho covering your mouth with his hand. “Too much info babe.” Whoops…both Chifuyu and Takemichi’s faces were beet red. You could almost see the vapor coming off their skin. The awkward silence was so loud that you could only hear the sounds of them swallowing thickly.

“Takemichi…please stop looking into Mikey. He’s ok, I give you my word.” You said softly while reaching for his hand. “Deal?” He looked at you with tears in his eyes and shook your hand. His hands were so warm, it was soothing your soul. Something about him gave you hope or clarity. “I can’t promise you that but please can you ask him if he’s willing to meet with me? I just haven’t seen him in 12 years and well, he’s a really good friend of mine.” You knew you couldn’t ask Mikey, not with how he reacted when he heard about you and Chifuyu meeting. “I’ll see what I can do…” You could feel Kakucho squeeze your hip in a warning manner. It was time to go. “Chifuyu, I’m sorry we had to meet again under these circumstances. Please be careful and call me if you need anything for the pup.” You reach out to shake his hand as well, there was still some sourness in his expression but he couldn’t really say anything to you about it. Kakucho said his goodbyes and reminded them not to look into Mikey anymore for their own safety. As you both were exiting the shop, Takemichi ‘whispered’ in Chifuyu’s ear. “It’s like a reverse harem right?” You turned around and gave him a wink making both their faces beet red again.

The car ride home was silent, it felt surreal - almost as if you were dreaming. Kakucho kept holding your hand throughout the entire ride, “Why were you at the station and whose blood is that?” He felt your hand begin to tremble. “Kakucho, (F/N) …she’s gone, she was murdered.” Within seconds he pulled over to the side of the highway and put his emergency blinkers on. “What do you mean? What happened?” You gave him the same information that you gave detective Tachibana. “Why didn’t you call us?” He was scolding you. Telling you that you should have called them instead of the cops, or call the cops and then leave the scene, or if you were at the station to so on and so on - he was not making anything better. You felt like a child getting scolded for something that was not your fault and out of your control. Kakucho was too busy telling you what ifs that he didn’t notice how your head drooped down as if you were bracing yourself. A disgusting feeling ran down his spine, he was reminded of your fragility and the abuse you went through. Not to mention that this must have been the first time losing someone close to you, you reacting this way must have been a reflex. “Baby…(Y/N)? I’m sorry.” His tone did a complete 180 and he pulled you in. "I know it hurts, I'm really sorry." You broke down again, the sobs were pulling his heart strings - it was rare to see you cry. He felt as if his world was tipping on its axis. To see you so vulnerable and small, it crushed him - he knew nothing he could say would make you feel better.

Kakucho lets you cry out all your fear, frustration and pain. "It's my fault…I should have never…" You spoke between sniffles and sobs. Soon your phone begins to blow up with multiple messages and calls from the rest of Bonten. Sanzu's voice message had you flinching, he was worried sick and was almost yelling through his entire message. Mochizuki had also left you various voice mails and concerned texts. Even Mikey called you, he rarely ever calls or messages people. You knew you were in deep shit when you saw his name in the missed calls list. Your heart felt heavy and the knots formed in your stomach. The sound of a call being made made your head perk up. Kakucho was calling Kokonoi and asked to gather everyone at your place. "What the hell is going on? Where's (Y/N)?" Kokonoi asked and you could hear the sound of paper shuffling in the background. He was in the middle of something important and oh were you in big trouble for disobeying his instructions. Kakucho explained that you were with him so that he could tell everyone else too. The last thing he wanted was to have three devils on the loose with two over protective big brothers and the prince of darkness setting the world on fire to find you.

After ending the call, he looked at you and placed a kiss on your lips. "I need you to stay strong, don't falter in front of them - if you need more time to cry it out…do it now." His words were sincere but painful, it's not easy to hold back when you're drowning in a sea of emotions. "One of the worst things you could do in this situation is give out an order that will unravel various threads of regret." He knew personally what it felt like to lose your best friend, to have them murdered in cold blood and to know that it was your fault. Izana's death still lingered in his consciousness. The hold it had on him felt like titanium shackles that seemed to never crack or break. Taking a deep breath, you tried to regain control of yourself and your emotions. "Kakucho…what do I tell Mikey about Takemichi?" Saying both names in the same sentence made knots in your stomach. "I know we swore loyalty but I think this is something you cannot mention to him…at least not by yourself. I will talk to Kokonoi first about this." Being reminded of what happened between you and Mikey made you nauseous - you promised him that you would be good. You promised to stay away from Chifuyu, but this wasn't out of rebellion or pettiness. You crossed paths due to an extremely unfortunate situation. "(Y/N), I know Mikey hurt you when you were picking out the puppy…I'm not letting him do that again." Kakucho's tone was heavy and there was vitriol on the tip of his tongue. "What do I say when they ask where I was? Chances are he will press further." You tried holding back the fear that was beginning to bleed through your words. With much back and forth, you and Kakucho went over the plan.

When you were ready, Kakucho headed back to your place and was preparing you for the barrage of questions that you were sure to get. But there was one thing you weren't counting on that would surely come back and bite you in the ass.

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Drabble - Oh, just one more thing. The dog

The four of them looked at the door. Dr. Clarkson, Isobel, Cora, and Robert were in the middle of an argument when Mary entered. Cora's eyes shot fire when she looked at Isobel.

"I'm sorry. Are you in the middle of something?" She asked, holding an envelope and letter in her hand.

Dr. Clarkson was the first one to speak. "We're discussing the arrangements."

"Oh, good" Mary said. "we've had a letter from Evelyn Napier. He's in a hospital in Middlesbrough and he's heard that we're a convalescent home now, and wonders if he can come here once he's released."

"Of course, he can come here." Cora said with a compassioned voice. Evelyn Napier had been an old family friend and he should come here as soon as he was able to travel again. She was sad to hear he got wounded. So many dear young men were getting killed and injured.

"Well, now, just a minute." Dr. Clarkson started.

"There's no question of him coming here." Isobel finished.

Cora let out a gasped. "What?"

"The Middlesbrough General will have their own arrangements for where their patients convalesce." Isobel continued.

Dr. Clarkson said: "I'm afraid Mrs Crawley is right. Downton must function as part of the official system, or it cannot function at all."

Cora had turned towards Robert with a desperate plea in her eyes. What were they thinking. Isobel was barking at her like a sergeant major and she gave orders to her servants. And now they were not even able to say who would stay here at their house?

"Now, I think perhaps I should make one thing clear." Robert's voice was terrifying low. "Downton is our house and our home and we will welcome in it any friends or relations we choose. And if you do not care

to accept that condition, then I suggest you give orders for the nurses and the patients and the beds and the rest of it to be packed up and shipped out at once!" He shouted the last words.

Cora felt a smirk around her mouth, she tried to control it. She loved Robert so much, especially when he stood up for what he cared for. And even though just before he was going to defend Isobel, she could hear it in the way he said: 'Cora, I'm sure…' But it did not matter. He was setting both Dr. Clarkson as Isobel in their place. They should understand that this was their home, and it was up to their goodwill that it was now a convalescent home.

Dr Clarkson looked at Isobel and after a slight hesitation he said: "Thank you, Lord Grantham, for making your position so clear."

Cora was still trying to hold back her smile, she gave both Dr. Clarkson and Isobel stern looks, although inside she felt joy. Robert was irresistible when he was like this.

"Oh, just one more thing. The dog." Isobel had not given up her fight yet, Cora thought. "What should we do to stop Isis getting into the patients' rooms?"

Robert had turned towards his desk, but at this question he turned back around. "I can answer that…" He stopped for a second to give his answer more dept. "Absolutely nothing!"

"Ah." Isobel followed Dr. Clarkson and Mary out of the room.

Robert had again turned towards his desk and was moving papers. Cora knew he did not really look at them. She stepped closer and put her hands on his shoulders and back. Slowly she moved her hands up and down. She felt his body react, like she had hoped.

Cora started massaging his shoulders, she felt him slowly relax under her hands. She placed a kiss on his neck. She took his earlobe between her thumb and index finger and softly tugged on it, immediately placing a kiss on it. "Thank you. My love, my hero." Her hands moved to his chest, and she pressed him against hers. Robert was too tall to be able to lay her head on his shoulder from the back, so she rested it against his shoulder blades.

Robert put his hand on top of Cora's, he could feel her desire in the way she pressed herself against him. He took her hands in his hands and turned around. "This is our home." He said seductive. Robert brought Cora's hands to his face and placed a kiss on top of her knuckles. He then placed his hand on her cheek and brought her face up towards his, their lips met, and they crashed into a passionate kiss.

Cora pressed herself firm against Robert, she felt he stumbled back against the desk. This aroused her even more, knowing he had not expected this move of her. One hand on her cheek, the other on the small of her back. She moved her hand down and took him in her hand. This erupted a gasp from Robert, and she felt him getting stiff. Softly massaging him, she felt his kiss getting more intense. His tongue against hers. His hand had lowered from her cheek to her breast. And even though she was wearing a corset, she could feel his touch. A soft moan escaped her throat. Robert intensified his kiss even more. Cora was melting into a puddle of desire for him.

Loud laughter came from the drawing room, there was only a screen between the two rooms and abruptly Cora stepped back from Robert. She quickly glanced at the screen and door, but nobody was there. They had not been seen. Cora put her hand on Robert's arm and gave him a more descent kiss on his cheek. "I will thank you in full tonight." She did not wait for Robert to respond; she turned around and walked back into the great hall. Her back straight and full of confidence, she had won this battle with Isobel. To be fair, Robert had won it for her, but that did not matter.

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Of Two Worlds (Book 1) Chapter Four

Chapter Four: Death

The rain fell down all around (Y/N). A depressing setting for a depressing situation. She and the other first years were on a mission at a correctional facility. A curse had been reported.

“Our window verified the curse womb three hours ago,” said Ijichi, “Once ninety percent were successfully evacuated, they made the call to seal off the center. Citizens within a five-hundred-meter radius have been evacuated, as well.”

“Ijichi-san, question,” said Itadori, raising his hand. “What’s a ‘window’ here?”

“A window is a member of Jujutsu Tech who can see curses,” explained Ijichi, “They aren’t sorcerers, though.”

“Oh, okay,” said Itadori.

“Let’s continue,” said Ijichi, “Detainee Block 2. At present, five detainees remain there within the curse womb. If this curse womb is the type that metamorphoses, we predict it will become a special-grade cursed spirit.”

A special-grade… thought (Y/N).

“Hey, so…I still don’t really understand what ‘special-grade’ means,” admitted Itadori.

(Y/N), Megumi, and Kugisaki sighed.

“Then allow me to explain it so even idiots can understand,” said Ijichi. “First, there’s Grade 4: a wooden bat is enough for them. Grade 3: If you have a handgun, you can rest easy. Grade 2: It’ll be a close call with a shotgun. Grade 1: Even a tank may be insufficient. Then there’s Special-Grade. Let’s say you might be on even footing if you carpet-bomb it with cluster bombs.”

“That’s real bad!” exclaimed Itadori.

“Normally a jujutsu sorcerer on par with the cursed spirit would take on the mission,” said Megumi, “On a day like today, that would be Gojo-sensei.”

“I-I see,” said the pink-haired boy. “So where is Gojo-sensei?”

“Away on business,” said (Y/N).

“Huh?”

“He’s not somebody who should be loafing around at the school in the first place,” said Megumi.

“Unfortunately, we’re constantly short-handed in this business,” admitted Ijichi, “You’ll often have to undertake missions beyond your power.”

“That’s why jujutsu sorcerers die young,” said (Y/N) bluntly.

The group stared at her.

Ijichi coughed awkwardly. “The, uh, current case, however, is an abnormal one and most urgent. Do not fight under any circumstances. If you encounter a special-grade, your options are to either run or die. Please just listen to your fears. Do not forget that your mission here is strictly the verification and rescue of survivors.”

“Excuse me! Excuse me!” From behind the barricade keeping civilians out, a woman called out to them. “Where’s Tadashi?”

“Stop, stay back!” ordered an official, “Please stay back!”

“Is Tadashi…Is my son Tadashi all right?!” She pleaded for answers.

Tears welled up in Itadori’s eyes at the sight. Ijichi blocked his view.

“She’s a guardian who was here for a visit,” he explained. “Please step away!” Ijichi called out to the woman. “There’s a possibility that someone has spread poisonous gas throughout the center. We cannot share any more details at this time.” The woman collapsed to her knees and began crying.

“Fushiguro, Kugisaki, (L/N)…” Itadori cracked his knuckles. “We’re gonna save them!”

“Of course we are,” said Kugisaki.

Megumi and (Y/N) remained quiet.

They might have been through hardship…but the world of jujutsu has yet to break their hearts, thought (Y/N). There is rarely what anybody would call a “happy ending.” I have a feeling they’ll learn that…

The veil had been put up. Ijichi had wished them luck and safety. Megumi’s Divine Dog had been summoned to alert them if the curse came close. (Y/N) brought out her daggers in case a low-level curse appeared. They entered Block 2. There were pipes all around, and a strange amber light covered the area.

“Wait,” said Megumi, throwing out an arm.

They followed his gaze and saw that the ceiling of the block they were in was too tall. The dimensions were all wrong compared to what they saw outside.

“What is this?” questioned Kugisaki.

“Wh-What’s going on in here?” asked Itadori. “This is a two-story dorm, isn’t it?”

“C-C-Calm down! It’s just a maisonette,” said Kugisaki,

“No, it’s not,” said (Y/N), frowning. This is an innate domain. It’s so big…

“Where’s the door?” cried Megumi suddenly, panicked.

They all looked. Nothing was there. There was just a wall with pipes like the rest of the domain.

“Th-The door’s gone!” exclaimed Itadori.

“How? We just came through here, didn’t we?!” cried Kugisaki.

“What do we do? Ah, what do we do about this?” Itadori and Kugisaki did a funny little dance with blank smiles looks on their faces.

“It’ll be fine,” said Megumi, “The dog remembers the scent of the entrance.”

“Oh, my!” Itadori and Kugisaki were pleased.

“Good boy!” cried Kugisaki.

“Have some jerky!” said Itadori.

“Have all the jerky you want!” said Kugisaki.

“You two are way too calm!” snapped Megumi.

“Nice thinking,” said (Y/N) to Megumi.

He calmed down.

“Yeah! Thanks to you, we’ll be able to rescue people and save ourselves, too,” complimented Itadori.

“Let’s keep moving,” said Megumi.

They continued into the domain. It became darker the farther they went. Eventually, the amber light faded, leaving them in an open room with cool, shadowed tones on the walls. Immediately, Itadori rushed over to the mangled bodies on the other side of the wall. (Y/N) guessed from his sudden stop that one was Tadashi, the woman’s son.

“That’s…three people, right?” asked Megumi.

“Appears so,” said (Y/N).

“Let’s take this body back,” said Itadori.

“Huh?” questioned Megumi.

“It’s that woman’s son,” said Itadori.

“But…” said Kugisaki.

“His face isn’t too badly mangled.” The pink-haired boy was determined to do this. “His mother won’t accept it if we tell her he’s dead but we don’t have a body.”

(Y/N) grabbed his hoodie and pulled him back. “There are still two to find and verify.” She let go of his jacket.

“Leave this body,” said Megumi, walking closer.

“Quit joking around! We turned around, and the way we got in here was gone,” said Itadori. “We won’t be able to come back for it later!”

“I didn’t say to come back for it!” snapped Megumi, “I said to leave it behind! I have no intention of risking my own life to save someone I had no intention of saving in the first place!”

(Y/N) nodded in agreement. They were already dead, so she didn’t understand why bringing out the body was necessary. Dead was dead.

“No intention of saving him? What do you mean?!” cried Itadori, betrayed. He grabbed Megumi’s jacket.

Megumi grabbed Itadori’s hoodie in response. “This is a juvenile detention center. Jujutsu sorcerers are granted access to all information about the scene beforehand.”

“Okazaki Tadashi is here for a reason. He got someone killed,” said (Y/N).

“He hit a little girl on her way home from school while driving without a license,” Megumi explained further, “It was his second offense of driving without a license. I know you’re stuck on saving lots of people and guiding them to proper deaths.” He glared at Itadori. “But what are you going to do when someone you saved kills someone else in the future?!”

“Will you be riddled with guilt over their actions after you saved them?” questioned (Y/N).

“Then why did you bother saving me?!” roared Itadori.

“Cut it out!” Kugisaki stormed over to them. “Christ, what are you three doing? You’re all idiots! Think about the time and place if you—.” She fell through a black puddle and disappeared.

“K-Kugisaki?” asked Itadori.

(Y/N) blinked and tilted her head.

Megumi’s eyes widened. He looked over to where his dog was. It was now dead, shoved in the wall. “Itadori, (Y/N), we’re running! We’ll search for Kugisaki la—.”

The curse had appeared. It was light grey with multiple large eyes and strange dark stripes on its face. (Y/N) felt frozen for a moment. The power radiating from it was frightening, even to someone as lacking in emotions as her. Itadori and Megumi couldn’t move either. Finally, Itadori managed to do something. He attempted to decapitate the curse with Slaughter Demon, but instead…his hand at the wrist was cut off. (Y/N)’s eyes widened.

“Itadori…?” Megumi’s voice came out weakly.

“Oh, no…” breathed (Y/N).

“I can’t escape after it’s gotten this close,” said Itadori. He took off his belt and pulled it tight around his bloody wrist. It was acting as a tourniquet. “Hey, Sukuna! If I die, you die, too, right? If you don’t want them, then help me out!”

Sukuna’s mouth and eye appeared on his cheek. “Nope! Even if the parts of me inside you die, there are eighteen other fragments of my soul!” he jeered. “Still, irritatingly enough, I don’t have control of this body. If you want to switch, go ahead and switch. But once you do, I’ll kill that brat before the cursed spirit can! Then, I’ll go for that halfling! Finally, I’ll kill that other woman!”

Megumi growled slightly at Sukuna’s threaten. (Y/N) narrowed her eyes.

“I’m not going to let you do that,” said Itadori.

“I bet,” said Sukuna, “But if you’re too focused on me, your friends are going to die.”

The curse drew in a breath as they spoke. It spewed out a giant fireball, sending the jujutsu sorcerers to either side to dodge the flames. (Y/N) and Megumi were on one side; Itadori was on the other.

Pure cursed energy…no even a technique… (Y/N)’s hands trembled. She clenched them in an attempt to stop the shaking.

“Fushiguro, (L/N)! You guys! You guys!” Itadori shouted for their attention. “Take Kugisaki and get out of here! I’ll keep this one busy until you three are out! As soon as you’re out, give me some kind of signal. Once you do…I’ll switch with Sukuna.”

“No!” snapped (Y/N).

“You know you can’t do that!” cried Megumi, “Not with only one arm against a special-grade!”

“Look closer,” said Itadori.

They looked at the curse. It was dancing around and “giggling.”

“It’s enjoying this,” realized (Y/N).

“It’s obviously toying with us,” said Itadori, “I can at least buy us some time.”

“No!” protested Megumi.

“You could die!” cried (Y/N). An intense feeling was welling up inside her. It made her shake and sweat and her heartbeat quicken. Terrified. She was terrified for what could happen to her friend.

“Listen!” Itadori looked over with a small smile. “Please.”

So they listened. They ran out of the room, going through room and room. They got to a ledge and didn’t hesitate. (Y/N) and Megumi jumped down the elevator shaft.

“Nue!” cried Megumi.

The elegant bird with a monkey-like face appeared. It grabbed Megumi by the shoulders, who then pulled (Y/N) to him so they could both be flown safely down. At the bottom, it let them go. They landed elegantly and continued running to the exit.

They might be dead…just like those others…but…I can’t leave them behind. (Y/N) pushed herself to run faster.

“Demon Dog!” Megumi brought out his other dog. “Find Kugisaki,” he ordered. It ran ahead, the two teenagers following behind.

“She’ll be okay…right?”

Megumi was surprised by the amount of fear audible in (Y/N)’s voice. She clearly had come to care about their new classmates. “She’s strong. We’ll get there in time,” he assured.

He was right. The dog led them to an open room where Kugisaki was being dangled over a curse’s open mouth. Megumi summoned his frog. The frog grabbed Kugisaki with its tongue while (Y/N) brought out her boomerangs and destroyed the arm holding her.

“We’re escaping, Kugisaki!” said Megumi.

“I hate frogs, you know,” she groaned.

“Yeah, well, sorry,” said Megumi.

(Y/N) threw her boomerangs again, this time through two low-grade curses, exorcising them. However, others were closing in quickly.

“Let’s go,” she said.

Megumi nodded. They all ran out of the building, the Diving Dog guiding them to the exit. Once outside, the dog howled loudly. (Y/N) guessed the sound would echo throughout the domain in the detention facility. Hopefully, Itadori would hear. She looked over to where Megumi had finished loading Kugisaki into Ijichi’s car.

“Please expand the evacuation area to ten kilometers,” said the dark-haired boy.

“What about you two?” asked Ijichi.

“I’m waiting for Itadori to return,” said Megumi.

“I’m waiting as well,” said (Y/N). She crossed her arms (now free of weapons) and looked back at the building.

“I see,” said Ijichi, “After I take Kugisaki-san to the hospital, I’ll return as quickly as possible.”

“No, there wouldn’t be much point in you staying here,” said Megumi, shaking his head. “If you want to do something, please ask them to send over a sorcerer grade one or higher.”

(Y/N) sighed. “Probably aren’t many around.”

“I’ll do what I can. Later.” Ijichi rolled up the window and drove off.

The pair were quiet for a moment.

“We have to kill him if something goes wrong,” said (Y/N) quietly.

“Yes, we do,” said Megumi, “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”

(Y/N) nodded. She and Megumi went back to waiting for their friend to hopefully emerge. It seemed to drag on forever. Finally, the building seemed to blur for a moment. The innate domain was closed off. That meant the special-grade was dead. (Y/N) and Megumi were hopeful for once. Itadori would be coming out soon…right?

“Sorry, but he’s not coming back.”

(Y/N) and Megumi froze. Sukuna was right behind them.

“Don’t be so frightened,” he said, “I’m in a great mood right now. Let’s chat for a bit.” Sukuna walked out in front of them. “This is what he gets for trying to use me without any kind of pact.” He smirked. “Feels like he’s having some trouble switching back. Still though…It’s only a matter of time.” He ripped off Itadori’s shirt with his sharp claws. “So…I thought about what I can do right now.”

(Y/N) and Megumi gasped, eyes wide. Sukuna had plunged his hand into Itadori’s chest.

“Wh-What are you…” Megumi couldn’t finish his sentence.

A pool of blood appeared in front of Sukuna as it dripped from the hole in his chest. He pulled out Itadori’s heart.

“I’m taking this brat hostage.” An insane glint was in Sukuna’s eyes.

“Hostage?!” questioned (Y/N), tensing.

“Yeah. I can live without this, but that ain’t true for the brat,” said Sukuna. He tossed the heart to the side carelessly. “Switching out with me means he dies. Also…for good measure…” The King of Curses held up one of his old fingers that he retrieved from the other curse. He ate it.

Now he has more power. Not good, thought (Y/N).

“With that, I’m free as a bird,” remarked Sukuna, “You can be frightened now.” His nails sharpened further. His eyes widened maniacally. “I’m going to kill you! For no particular reason.”

“Our positions are reversed now,” whispered Megumi.

“He was almost killed because of Sukuna…now we might,” murmured (Y/N). She looked up and sighed. She had a feeling that this wasn’t going to end well. After all, it was Sukuna, King of Curses, they were dealing with. Ah, well. At least I’m with a friend. That’s the most a jujutsu sorcerer can ask for in a death. She wasn’t sure they would die, but Itadori at least would unless he could get Sukuna to regenerate his heart. (Y/N) could see he had already brought back Itadori’s arm, so it was possible.

Megumi crouched and prepared to summon his creatures. “You just don’t get it. He’s…Itadori’s coming back.”

“Even if it means his death,” said (Y/N). “That’s who Itadori is.” Lunar Cycle: Half Moon. Two silver-white war fans appeared in her hands.

“You give him too much credit,” scoffed Sukuna, “This guy’s just a little tougher and denser than other humans.” He wiped the blood from his chin. “Just a moment ago, he was scared out of his mind, on the verge of death, and prattling on about his regrets and all that nonsense. I know for a fact that guy doesn’t have the guts to kill himself.”

(Y/N) and Megumi narrowed their eyes. They had to force Sukuna to restore Itadori’s heart if he was to live. They had to make the curse believe he wouldn’t win without one. (Y/N) held the fans tightly, hiding her shaking hands. She and Megumi were scared. After facing the other curse so pathetically, could they really go up against Sukuna? Unfortunately, they had no. And they would. For Itadori.

Megumi summoned Nue and began to run one direction while it flew another. (Y/N) leapt into the air with her supernatural physical abilities (one of the few perks of being half-curse).

“I’m finally outside, after all.” Sukuna pushed back his hair. “Let’s use the open space.”

Megumi tricked to kick the curse, but his attack was dodged. (Y/N) came down onto Sukuna, but he used his claws to block her war fans. She flicked them close so they were smaller and attempted to rake their blades down his arms, but he effortlessly leaned back and spun of his heel. Attack after attack came from the teenagers, but Sukuna avoided them all casually with a grin.

“Interesting,” remarked Sukuna, “You both come at me, even though one of you uses Shikigami?” They risk their own skin instead of sacrificing the shikigami.

Nue swooped down, but Sukuna ducked skillfully. Megumi tried to punch him while (Y/N) opened her fans and tried to cut him, but they once again failed. Megumi got pushed back for a moment, disorientated. (Y/N) went in and began slashing at Sukuna, adding in kicks and martial arts. He blocked her every time but obviously enjoyed the fighting.

“More. More. More!” An insane grin spread across Sukuna’s face.

He grabbed (Y/N)’s wrist and twisted it. One of her fans fell the floor. She turned and tried to cut him with the other, but Sukuna pushed it away from him without enough force to send it flying into a tree.

“Put more curse behind it when you strike me!” growled Sukuna, grinning.

He hit (Y/N) The force sent her backwards into Megumi, who grabbed her tightly to cushion her fall. Megumi summoned Orochi next. It grabbed Sukuna in its mouth and propelled him into the sky.

“Gang up on him!” shouted Megumi.

His shikigami obeyed. Nue tried to electrocute Sukuna while he was stuck in Orochi’s jaws. Sukuna, however, seemed unaffected and burst out of the snake’s mouth, destroying its entire body at the same time.

Megumi’s eyes widened but had no time to ruminate on what had just happened. Sukuna grabbed the back of his shirt.

“Hey, what did I just say to you two?” said Sukuna. He threw Megumi and, since he was supporting her, (Y/N) into the air. “Let’s use the open space!”

The pair flew apart in the air. The force of the throw propelled them away from the detention facility into surrounding neighborhoods. While they were still in the air, Sukuna jumped up. He kicked Megumi and then (Y/N). They crashed down onto roofs of buildings, bouncing up again from the power. Sukuna intercepted them and attacked. They felt helpless. Even as Nue managed to grab onto Megumi and (Y/N) managed to resummon her fans that she used to redirect herself in the air with cursed energy, they felt weak and horrendously outmatched.

“Nice technique there!” Sukuna smashed into Nue, sending Megumi into the walls of a building. “Ingenious!” He turned and grabbed (Y/N)’s ankle, swinging her around and forcing her to the ground next to Megumi.

(Y/N) groaned and pushed herself up from where she lay on her back. Megumi was leaning on the broken wall. Blood spilled from countless wounds on the teenagers. Megumi released Nue. (Y/N) allowed her fans to fade away.

“I get it now,” said Sukuna. “You—,” he pointed to Megumi, “—make Shikigami from shadows. And you—,” he looked at (Y/N), “—have so much power hidden under the surface.” He hummed. “Why did you two run back then?” Sukuna looked at Megumi. “What a waste of talent.” He looked to (Y/N). “You’re going to weak as long as you continue to pretend you’re human.”

(Y/N) felt a pang in her chest at his words. Was he right? Would she always be weak because she wanted to be human? No…she didn’t want to be human. (Y/N) wanted to be herself. Half-curse, half-human, completely strong. She wanted that so badly. She clenched her fists. I want to be strong. I want to be me. (Y/N) didn’t feel it because she was in too much pain, but as she thought those words, her curse marks began to turn white and glow slightly. The continued to mask it, however.

Sukuna sighed. “Whatever. Either way, that won’t be enough to fix this.” Sukuna motioned to the hole in his chest. “You’re risking your life over stupid shit. This brat isn’t even worth that much.”

(Y/N) and Megumi stood up. Megumi readied himself for his trump card with a serious face. (Y/N) sighed. This felt pretty much hopeless, but she wouldn’t give in. She couldn’t.

“Life will be unfair, but when it says that you have a role to play and can’t stray, you have to stand up and make your own future. Not even I can predict the future.”

“But Mommy, isn’t that your technique?”

“Nothing, not even ‘destiny,’ is stronger than a strong heart and determination. Fight for what you want. That’s the only way you’ll be happy.”

(Y/N) held up her war fans. They began to glow brightly, and a faint white flame began to appear. The cloth of the fans was turning to a fire of pure cursed energy. The flames would undoubtedly burn whatever they came in contact with, but they radiated no heat. In fact, (Y/N) felt a cooling sensation from them.

Sukuna grinned. “Nice! That’s it! So this is when you have real fight in you! Excellent! Show me, Fushiguro Megumi, (L/N) (Y/N)! Show me power!”

Pure blue cursed energy appeared around Megumi. The white flames burned on (Y/N)’s fans, and her curse marks began to glow brighter, slipping past the fabric covering them.

“Sacred treasure swing and ring, ring -Eight Grip-!” Megumi stopped. His eyes widened. The energy surrounding him dispersed.

(Y/N)’s eyes softened, and she let her arms fall to her side. Her power died down, leaving her hands empty and her curse marks their usual black.

“Just so you know…” said Megumi.

“We…” murmured (Y/N), “…didn’t have a reason to save you.”

“Even if it was dangerous, we couldn’t just let a good person like you die,” said Megumi.

“You didn’t deserve to,” said (Y/N). There was no emotion in her voice or face, but

“I had my reservations, as did (Y/N), but ultimately, it was for selfish, emotional reasons,” admitted Megumi.

“It’s okay, though,” said the half-curse, “We don’t pretend to be heroes.”

“We’re jujutsu sorcerers,” finished Megumi, dropping his hands to his sides and smiling, “So we’ve never once regretted saving you.”

The tattoos faded from Itadori’s body. “I see.” He smiled. It was Itadori once again. “You guys really are smart. You put more thought into this than I did. Your convictions are proper ones, but I don’t think mine is wrong, either.”

A small smile appeared on (Y/N)’s face. A larger one graced Megumi’s face. They didn’t last long

Blood spilled from Itadori’s chest. “Oh, sorry, I’m almost done for. Guess I won’t have to worry about you guys, Kugisaki, or Gojo-sensei.” He fell to his knees. “Live a long life.” His eyes fluttered closed as he collapsed. Itadori was dead.

Megumi clenched his fists, and his lip trembled as he held back the tears.

(Y/N) felt empty. It felt like a part of her had been ripped out. She got close to someone, and they were immediately taken away. The ice around her heart cracked a bit. Her emotions spilled over. A tear fell down her face. It mixed with the rain pouring down. (Y/N) was glad it was raining. She didn’t want anyone to see her cry.

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dyslexicoconut · 11 months

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Big Dogs Attack the Pentagon

Chapter 1

“This is such bullshit.” The man let out a long groan as he threw his hands over his face as slowly sank into his office chair. Agent Jack Waters had spent the better part of the last year at his desk, working on filing reports and he still wasn’t adjusted to it. Jack looked at his computer screen, a blank PDF he had been working on for the last hour staring at him. In theory, this was one of the simplest forms that could be done, an evidence acquisition form, but in practice, it proved a most daunting task.

“Another day in paradise?”

Jack peered over his desk from his slouched position and over the cubicle wall as a familiar head looked back at him with a toothy grin.

“Hello Tony,” Jack grumbled.

“What's the matter Waters, a perfectly gloomy afternoon spent under fluorescent lights and in 6 square feet of a cubicle not enough to cheer you up?” Jack let out another groan and sank even further into the chair, barely even sitting in it at this point.

“I know, shocking,” the sarcasm dripping from his words. “This is ridiculous, I shouldn’t even be here.”

“Well clearly someone disagrees with you, Do you ever think-”

“No.”

“That maybe-”

“No.”

“Just maybe-”

“No.”

“They have a point?” Jack forced himself back into a sitting position.

“No, no, no, no they don’t. I can understand a week or two of leave. Maybe, and I mean MAYBE a month, but six? It’s ridiculous! I’m a waste here, there’s someone lesser than me out on the field and I’m taking the seat of some pencil pusher who I’m sure would like to be here more than me.” Jack looked around, his voice getting louder than the hums and beeps of the office ambiance would allow. He turned back to Tony, using a much more controlled voice. “It’s just fucking bullshit.”

“I know buddy, it sucks,” Tony said in as genuine a tone he could muster. “But I’m sure you’re not long for this place, and I doubt they’re holding you for any malicious reason. I’m betting they just lost your paperwork, and this ‘extended leave’ nonsense is just them covering their asses.”

“Yeah maybe,” Jack said, clearly not convinced as he put his head in his hands. A silence fell over them, neither very sure how or interested in continuing to poke this bear. The silence lasted for so long that Jack briefly considered going back to work before Tony thankfully broke the silence.

“Oh, speaking of breakfast, did you hear that they’re taking away the coffee pot from the break room.” as the words left Tony’s mouth Jack whipped his head up, the look on his face as if he’d seen a ghost.

“No, you’re fucking kidding me. Because of Jerry?”

“I mean legally they can’t say that it was because of him for defamation reasons, but I mean yeah what else could possibly cause it?” Jack, in disbelief, stood up and started pacing around his cubicle.

“God I still can’t believe that happened, how does someone almost drown in a coffee pot?” Jack and Tony stepped out of their cubicles and started walking down the aisle.

“Yeah it’s ridiculous,” Tony replied, “but as part of the settlement and just to avoid anything else they’ve taken away all the coffeepots on the inner corridors, so if you want any coffee or tea or any of that shit you have to head all the way to the outer-western corridor.”

“Oh god.” Jack let out a groan that put all his others to shame. “God, how far is that even?” Tony mulled over the question for a moment.

“Hmm, well ballpark if you round the three then you get too fucking far. It’s like a quarter of a mile if you’re being generous, which I am.”

“Jesus Christ,” Jack muttered. “They expect people to walk a half-mile round trip just to get a cup of fucking coffee?

“Yup.”

“And we still can’t bring our own coffee in?”

“Nope.”

“What the fuck are we supposed to do then that’s a ridiculous conflict to have!”

“Well,” Tony whispered, “I hear it’s not official, but supposedly the new batch of interns they brought in are kind of exclusively for running coffee.”

“Huh,” Jack muttered, “that seems like a really convoluted solution to a problem that they kind of manufactured. I mean, it feels like the conflict is kind of forced on us just as a way to put in this new gimmick for no particular reason.”

“I mean yeah I can see that,” Tony replied, “but I guess sometimes that’s how life works, and you kind of need to accept the fact that it’s imperfect and move on. Maybe there will be some purpose for it to exist, and whoever made this decision knows what’s best and we just have to wait for ‘pages to turn,’ as it were.” Jack looked at Tony very quizzically, but eventually just shrugged.

They walked for a bit making idle chitchat before stopping at a large window, overlooking several hundred small white crosses.

“Do you ever really grasp the scope of all this?” Jack asked while staring out the window.

“What do you mean? Tony responded, also not breaking away from the gaze out the window.

“I mean that all my time out in the field was just one random place to another, I never really spent time thinking about where I was.”

“Where you were physically or where you were spiritually?” Another long silence passed, but this one much less uncomfortable.

“ I guess both, I never really stayed anywhere longer than a month, and after that, I was sent right along to the next mission. It always seemed easier to just make no connections or ties to the places I went, and in return, I’ve never really stopped looking forward. I guess in all the time I’ve been here, I never really thought about where ‘here’ was.” They both continued to look over the wave of white crosses and contemplated for a brief moment before Tony slapped Jack on the back.

“Well,” he said, “ That’s the way things happen down here, in The Pentagon, USA we learn to do them a bit differently.” Tony checked his watch and exclaimed, “Speaking of beans it is just about lunchtime, and I’m thinking we go see if we can make one of those interns grab us that coffee.” Tony turned away from the window and started walking, and after the briefest second, just as Jack started to see the world from a new point of view, he snapped out of it.

“Hell yeah Tony, I could use a cuppa joe!” he yelled, quickly catching up.

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27potatochips · 4 months

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Alright, I am nervous as all hell because this is so self-indulgent I want to cry, but fuck it embrace the cringe. Have some information about my boy Flower. Please do slide into my asks anytime, I have so many thoughts about him.

Flower, or Floris Van Steege, was born in his family’s farm in Zaanstad, Netherlands. He is the eldest of four children.

He has always been interested in the human body, even from a very young age, constantly asking his nurse father what this organ does or how muscles work. His father, Kees, has always answered these questions gladly, fuelling Floris’ interest.

He once considered going into nursing like his father, and even went to school for it. Only after a year working as a nurse, he realized that this was not for him. He wanted to prevent people from getting hurt as much as possible, and he wasn’t satisfied with his current job. After a long think and a talk with his parents, Floris quit. Then the next night, he signed up for the military.

He faced military training with dogged determination that some of his fellow trainees envied, and of course, began teasing him. Saying he’ll never make it because he was ‘a delicate little flower’ (Floris never grew past 5’5, dyes the tips of his hair a different pastel color each time and is openly trans.) Floris never considered it worth his time until they also went after people who he associated with. He challenged them to a spar. He won them all and took on the codename Flower, as an extra fuck you.

Flower became a medic, and a good one. Mortality rates on the field dropping dramatically when he started getting sent out as a field medic. Floris fights tooth and nail for every patient he gets, and it brings results.

I also have two versions of Flower meeting König and joining the 141 (the self-indulgent stuff begins here, be warned)

1: Flower gets forcibly retired for not being able to save the son of a high ranking official, even though nothing could be done for the bullet through the neck. After two years of being furious at home, he joins up with KORTAC, and meets there König. It was a bit of an awkward meeting, with König reluctantly being forced to go to medical for a sprained wrist and accidentally startling Flower into almost stabbing him with a scalpel on instinct (König fell in love right then and there.)

König quietly grumbles the whole way to medical. Horangi had to practically drag him there after their spar went a bit awry. König sighed and opened the door to medical, it was practically deserted, with only the new medic inside. König hummed and tapped the new guy on the shoulder. “Ah, excuse me? My wrist-“ He was cut off by the new medic startling and a scalpel slashing across his face. He immediately took a step back and brought a hand to his face, his hood was sliced cleanly over his throat, it could have killed him. König felt his face heat, he has always had something with people who could kill him so easily.

For a beat everyone was frozen in place, then the medic released a breath. “Sorry about that, you startled me. I’m Flower, and from what I’ve read you are König, want me to take a look at that wrist injury you have there?” Yup, König was attracted. At least there were worse people to find attractive than the medic.

A year or two later Flower gets a call from somebody he met a long time ago, John Price, who is a Captain now with his own squad and needs a medic. Flower really wants to go, but doesn’t want to leave König, who is now his partner, behind. He struggles with it for a bit until König tells him he’ll come with. He may like his position here at KORTAC, but Flower is more important.

2: Flower never gets forcibly retired and continues to thrive, then when he gets Price’s call he immediately agrees. He gets along fine with the rest, he and Gaz get along pretty great, he takes turns info dumping with Soap, he already knew Price from his rookie days, and even Ghost gets along with him, simply because Flower isn’t afraid to tell him off when he disregards his health again.

Then a mission goes horribly wrong, they’re knee deep in enemy territory, everyone is injured in some way and now KORTAC is there too. Flower is understandably stressed and has run out of fucks to give, so when he sees that big Austrian dude Ghost has that petty rivalry with, he stands his ground instead of running.

“No, leave.” Flower demanded. He was tired, filthy, and still riding the high of finally getting Gaz awake, he wasn’t going to let anyone ruin it. The mercenary loomed over him, bloodshot eyes staring at him from behind a hood. “I’m serious, I don’t have time for this shit today. Go pick on someone your own size, shoo.” The giant blinked, but shockingly backed off. Flower watched with narrowed, exhausted eyes as the mercenary backed away, not taking his eyes off Flower. “Good boy.” Flower sighed as the mercenary was out of sight. God he was too tired for this.

And since then, Flower has had a ‘secret’ (literally everyone knows who it is.) admirer that leaves him little gifts every time they’re on the same battlefield. Flowers, shiny things, knives, you name it, König is leaving it in places where Flower can find it easily. If you look past the slight creepiness (how does König know what missions Flower is on??) it’s honestly kinda cute how smitten König is. And if Flower sometimes leaves for a bit during calm missions and comes back with love bites all over it’s no one’s business but his own.

Anyways, what y’all think? I am deliberately not tagging this because I do not want my first OC rant to breach containment.

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safereturndoubtful · 6 months

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Meeting More Monks

Wednesday 15th November 2023

I expected a quiet day today, a chance to catch up on a bit of reading and a few other bits of administration. In the end, it was anything but quiet.

This village, Ambelakiotissa, more than most, suits a walking circuit, set as it is over a height difference of about 100 metres, and sprawled, if such a small place can do that, over quite an area.

To begin with we walked up to the monastery. it wasn’t long until Roja picked up his usual entourage. The dogs here wear bells, roaming the streets, not exactly strays, fed and cared for as they are involved in hunting, but belong to no one household in particular.

The clear morning got gradually cloudier as the day went on, but was a sensible temperature of the early teens.

The monastery was founded in 1456, and is on the tourist trail more than many others because of the relics it holds; for example the icon of the Virgin Mary, a 1735 embroidered epitaph, the work of Mariora who was a renowned artisan from Constantinople, and the forearm of St Polycarp of Smyrna. The latter interested me most. Was it mummified? Or skeletal. It certainly appealed to my interests.

We soon met a young monk, who told me there were four of them there throughout the year. They get a lot of visitors on Saturdays, but few in the rest of the week. They have a dormitory building for visitors who stay for purposes of meditation or retreat, which I was shown round.

On meeting monks; it’s noticeable how deep the conversation gets so quickly. Their questions are probing, and need careful thought before answering. In my experience so far, they stay away from faith, concentrating more on delving into one’s character. Such quandaries posed by someone from another walk of life most likely would be ignored, or provoke a humorous retort, but the costume and setting give a more serious air. In this case I was asked whether, as I was retired, I was content with all my accomplishments in life. Where was I going, not north south east west, but what I am driven by, and why.

In attempting answers I tried not to seem focused solely on Polycarp’s arm, and paid polite attention to the buildings and the various icons, and asked what I thought were appropriate questions at the right times, though much less profound than his.

But the monk was strangely silent when it came to the arm. Saint Polycarp, who lived between the years 69 and 155, was bishop of Smyma in Turkey, and is the patron saint of Nafpaktos. He is also patron saint of Earaches and Dysentery. Useful to know should you suffer from either. His arm, mummified and embossed in gold, was found in Constantinople in 1455, already 1300 years old, and brought to the monastery for safe-keeping when Constantinople fell in 1479. And here it has remained. The picture is from the internet, rather than one of my own..

After the 40 minute distraction Roja and I continued our circuit down the hill to the west side of the village, then below to its nethermost reaches.

Set on a spectacular projection with a perspective across the Kakkavou Gorge is Theo’s house (below). As I passed I shouted a greeting, to which he responded and we soon got chatting. He has built the house completely by himself over the last ten years, and is almost finished. Work has been slow, as he only retired from work as an electronic engineer two years ago, before then of course, time was limited. It is in effect, an off-grid house, with all the electricity coming from solar, the water from the surrounding hills, and the heating from wood. The stone used for building is local also.

Theo was a campervan person twenty years ago, and his next project, due to start in spring, will be to convert his Toyota Hilux to a camper. He was keen to see mine, so I met him back at the van later in the afternoon. Theo is one of about 30 of the village’s permanent residents, though the official number is around 100. The biggest problem the villages in the area have are the roads. Three years ago a rainstorm washed the road to Ano Chora out. Ambelakiotissa was in effect, cut off for more than two weeks, and it has still not been resealed. The village and its monastery would attract far more visitors if the road was improved. Although I’m quite happy about that, from the point of view of local businesses, and retaining young people in the area, it is a major concern.

As temperatures in Nafpaktos and Patras hit the 40s this last summer, it is easy to see why their inhabitants want a second home here, with its mid-twenties in the day, and cool nights.

Theo invited me for dinner at the Tavern, and we were well looked after, with pork steaks cooked on the open fire. It was a busy night with half the population in at least, playing cards, watching sport on TV or just conversing. It was a fitting end to an enjoyable day.

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HT This Day: Nov 13, 1957 -- Russian space dog ‘still alive’ | Latest News India

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HT This Day: Nov 13, 1957 -- Russian space dog ‘still alive’ | Latest News India

The Soviet Prime Minister and one of Soviet Union’s leading scientists yesterday gave their answers to the world-wide question whether Laika, space dog, is still alive.

Mr Bulganin told correspondents that the dog was alive on Sunday. But Mr Dimitri Vladimirovich Skabeltsin, Chief of the Soviet Institute of Physics. shook his grey head and said: “By now the dog must be dead.”

Mr Bulganin told correspondents, at a Swedish Embassy party celebrating King Gustav’s birthday that the dog was still alive Asked if there were any plans to bring Laika back to each, he said: “It is too technical a question.” Would there be any more Sputniks? he was asked.

USA’S TURN

“Let the Americans send one up now it is their turn,” he said.

Questioned on flights to the moon, Mr Bulganin. in jovial mood said he had received many letters from volunteers including two young American women aged 24 and 23.

“They said they were young. healthy, beautiful and possessed all other good qualities and asked for two places to be reserved for them on the first moon rocket.”

Mr Bulganin was unwilling to divulge their names “in case they are seeking publicity.”

He said he saw the first Sputnik without optical aids early in the morning of November 6.

“It looked like a star flashing across the sky,” he said.

Correspondents estimated that a good hour at the reception was devoted 😮 high level discussion about the dog and Sputniks present and future.

Yesterday’s communique on the Sputnik issued by Tass, again avoided all reference to the animal. This official reticence is regarded as the nearest to confirmation that Laika, having served Soviet science, is dead.

Prof. Skabeltsin, when questioned by correspondents at the reception, said: “I think she is dead. I do not know for certain-but by now the dog must be dead.”

Asked by a reporter: “Is there any intention to bring it back?” Prof. Skabeltsin said: “This is quite a different problem. I am not sure there is any way to get her back.”

In answer to other questions, he said Sputnik II was sent so high because “it is more interesting up there.”

When a reporter said the equipment inside such large rocket had been expected to last longer, Prof Skabeltsin said: “I think seven days is long enough to get back such information-it is a very difficult and complex thing.”

(He meant getting coded information back from the Sputnik at so high an altitude.) Prof. Skabeltsin said he had not heard of the U S. success in solving the complicated question of re-entry into the earth’s atmosphere of a high-altitude rocket. President Eisenhower announced this achievement last week.

After expressing great interest in President Eisenhower’s speech, i Prof. Skabeltsin asked: “ What has been returned-how was it brought down?”

PROPER WAY

Prof. Skabeltsin ended up by approving competition of science, not of arms-between the U.S.A. and Russia. He said: “ That’s the proper way to do it.”

Earlier. rumours quoting authoritative sources said that Laika died on Friday but that measurements continued of cosmic ray and other space influences until the breakdown of the Sputnik s electrical system.

Mr Bulganin said Sputnik II’s batteries lasted only one week compared with the three weeks of the first satellite because the second ‘ was loaded with much more scientific equipment. “

“It drained it’s power supply at a much faster rate.” he said.

He confirmed Soviet reports that scientists planned only seven days of measurements from Sputnik II but denied foreign suggestions that the scientists only planned a seven-day life for Laika.

Rumour is circulating in Moscow that the Soviet space dog, Laika, has landed somewhere in Russia and is now being sought by search parties, the Moscow correspondent of the Swedish communist newspaper, Nyadag, reported yesterday, according to a Stockholm report.

The Baltimore Sun, reported yesterday that the dog in Sputnik II had been catapulted out and landed 30 miles from Moscow. But it was not known whether it was alive or dead.

The newspaper said the report was from its Moscow bureau and from a source “known to have given reliable advance tips in the past.”

#Dog News

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Titus Low confirms engagement to Malaysian influencer 1 month after meeting her, but his parents don't believe him

When Titus Low hinted that he may be engaged a few days back, some had their hearts shattered, while others thought the whole situation was a little suspicious.

In fact, it happened so fast that his own parents don't think that it is real.

More from AsiaOne Read the condensed version of this story, and other top stories with NewsLite. "They think it's a PR (public relations) stunt and still don't believe me," he shared with AsiaOne.

However, he isn't too disheartened by the sceptics and added that "time will tell".

The 22-year-old former-OnlyFans creator also uploaded a YouTube video onto his channel on Tuesday (June 14) officially confirming the engagement and answering some burning questions from fans.

So, who is the lucky girl?

Turns out the bride is Malaysian influencer Cheryl Chin, who's signed under Titan Digital Media.

Titus revealed in the video that the pair met a month ago, during a social networking event which was organised by YouTuber and Chief Executive Officer (CEO) of Titan Digital Media, Tan Jianhao.

"I just felt a very nice connection with Cheryl," he confessed.

Right off the bat, they started talking, and the day after they met, Titus even brought Cheryl on a date to a dog cafe. He added that she likes dogs, which is a "green flag" for him.

They continued to meet and chat on Instagram almost every day before Cheryl went back to Kuala Lumpur.

However, they couldn't bear to be apart for too long and Cheryl eventually came back to Singapore. Titus then asked her to be his girlfriend.

But just six hours after officially becoming a couple, Titus "somehow proposed to her" while they were having supper with some friends.

"All of them were very supportive of us, so that's probably why we were so YOLO (you only live once) mode, you know."

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the favourite

avengers x fem!teen!reader

summary: you are the baby avenger and everyone is platonically whipped for you.

genre: fluff, crack

warnings: none, maybe just my inability to write good endings

word count: 3497

note: um second oneshot hope this one's good gaaah

"hey, doll. whatcha' reading?" you glanced up to see bucky, who then plopped down next to you on the couch in the common room. "it's called 'shadow and bone'. it's a novel that's turning into a netflix series in like a month," you smiled at the super soldier, lifting up your book a little to show him the cover. his eyebrows raised at the information, lips tugging into a knowing smirk.

"yes, bucky, i'll watch the series with you." you rolled your eyes playfully at him. ever since he officially became an avenger and moved into the tower with the rest of you, you've been helping him 'get with the times' —as sam likes to call it— just as you did steve a few years prior.

steve had told his best friend that you were the best at stuff like this. after all, you were the youngest avenger. and you had a lot of free time on your hands; having no school since you were pretty much the only one besides vision who could compete with tony's or bruce's intelligence.

so really, school wasn't mandatory for you according to tony. at least, after you had asked him if you could just not attend and he cracked ten seconds after you pulled the puppy dog eyes.

you also had significantly less trainings than the rest of the team. this one wasn't because you were an expert on the field or something —well, you were, but so were the rest of the team but they still had almost daily trainings while you had half the amount they did— this was because you had cap wrapped around your tiny little finger.

and as for the team, they couldn't even be mad about it because if they were in the captain's position, they would probably be the same. everyone just loved you too much.

"do you mind if i turned on the tv?" bucky asked, afraid that you wouldn't want background noise while you were reading but obviously you didn't mind so you shook your head as you continued to read. not long after, you closed your book with a bookmark between the pages you stopped at before shoving in into bucky's hands and running up into your room to quickly grab your blanket.

he watched you run out of the common room in confusion before chuckling when he saw you run back in looking tiny with a huge, fluffy blanket in your arms. you went back to your spot on the couch next to him, spreading the blanket over both your laps, bucky smiling fondly as he watched you fix it before turning to him. "comfy?" you asked and he nodded, giving you back your book as you cuddled up to him. he smiled down at you and wrapped an arm around you while you leaned against his chest.

"what's this? movie night without me?" you two looked up at the owner of the voice and saw sam walking in, making his way to the kitchen, probably to make himself some coffee. "what movie are you guys watching?" he asked, leaning against a pillar to look at the tv, trying to figure out what movie was playing.

"actually, only bucky's watching the movie—it's mean girls, by the way—and i'm just reading my book." you told sam without looking at him, lifting your book up high to show him before lowering it back down to continue reading it.

"barnes, what are you doing watching a movie while y/n is reading? she won't be able to focus with all that background noise, shut it off." sam told him off, now back in the kitchen to make his coffee. you shook your head at the man's antics. "sam, it's fine. i told him it was okay,"

"of course you did, you're too sweet to say no to anyone." he quipped back, now standing nearby, watching the tv too, seemingly interested in the movie playing. you only rolled your eyes playfully at him before going back to the book. after a few minutes of him just standing, bucky spoke up. "just sit down if you want to watch the whole movie, birdbrain."

and sit he did. on your other side, snuggling comfortably under your blanket after putting his now empty mug on the coffee table. this caused bucky to huff as he pulled the other end of the blanket which led to them having a tug-of-war over the blanket, you unfortunately stuck in the middle of it. deciding that it was too distracting to read while squished between two grown men who were also fighting for the blanket, you finally closed your book.

"sam, can you help me put this on the coffee table?" you handed sam your book and he immediately took it, stretching his body forward to place it on the coffee table. with the book out of the way, you could finally settle comfortably and the blanket was now shared between the three of you equally. not long after, your head was back against bucky's chest with his arm around you while your legs were over sam's lap under the blanket, one of his arms resting over it above the blanket. if it had been someone else doing that to sam, they probably would've had their legs chopped off already.

"movie night and you didn't invite me?" you chuckled at the question by the newcomer, tony, finding it funny how sam said almost the exact same prior to him. "you're welcome to join us, tony." you offered kindly, to which he replied with a small chuckle.

"i'm just kidding, cupcake. i came up for a drink and a little snack but that's it, i have stuff to finish down in the lab." you nodded understandingly, turning back to the screen in front of you.

"hey, stark, while you're there can you grab me a bottled water from the fridge?" bucky asked him. "oh yeah can you grab me chips from the snacks cabinet too?" sam added.

"you guys have legs for a reason, get them yourselves, i'm not your maid," tony sassed and you bit back a chuckle. bucky and sam then decided to rock-paper-scissors the situation to decide who had to get up and get the water and chips. bucky ended up losing and he begrudgingly got up and came back quickly with his water and sam's chips.

shortly afterwards, tony approached the three of you on the couch, with a juice box and a small bag of pretzels; your go-to movie snack. "here you go, cupcake." he handed them to you and you accepted them happily, beaming at him while he ruffled your hair.

bucky and sam shared a look of disbelief at tony's actions. "what gives, man? we asked for stuff and you didn't want to do it but y/n gets her stuff without even having to ask for it?" sam complained.

"that's because y/n's my baby. now shut up and let her watch the movie in peace." he scolds before leaving the common room, leaving the two men to huff in annoyance. it soon washed off though when you laughed out loud at a scene and they returned back to normal, loving the sound of your contagious laughter.

when the movie ended, it was already late and you had fallen asleep on an also asleep bucky. sam took a look at you and chuckled. he slowly removed the blanket from over himself and you, gently scooping you up into his arms and taking you back into your room, laying you down on your bed. he noticed the lack of blanket on your bed and remembered the blanket you brought down to the common room. he opened your closet for a spare blanket, retrieving it before covering you with it, tucking you in. "night, kiddo." he whispered, kissing your forehead before leaving the room.

next morning came and you groggily stretched, noticing that you were in your room. last you remembered was falling asleep mid movie. you deduced that it was most likely either bucky or sam who carried you back to bed. you went to your closet to grab work out clothes since you had training today, before realising what day today was. wanda's breakfast day. you quickly ran to the bathroom and got ready.

once you were done, you dried your hair and left your room, practically bouncing with excitement when you thought of what wanda probably made for breakfast. the week had been a bad breakfast week since everyone who had so far been tasked breakfast duty, sucked at cooking. the only good cook of the team was wanda, explaining your overexcitement.

before you could get far though, you slammed into a solid body, being caught by your wrists before you could fall. "be careful, lady y/n!" a deep voice spoke and you look up, a large smile on your face before you jumped happily, taking the man into a big hug. "thor! you're back!"

he laughed, returning the hug, you almost disappearing due to his big frame before you let go of each other. "where were you headed to so eagerly?"

"it's wanda's breakfast day, thor! i haven't had a decent breakfast all week because no one in this tower except wanda can cook to save their lives. come on, big guy!" you cheered, trying to get onto his back for him to give you a piggy back to the kitchen but he was too high for you to reach. he watched your attempt in amusement before bending down so you could get on his back. you gratefully got on, lightly patting his back and dramatically pointing ahead of you. "to the kitchen we go!"

when you two arrived in the kitchen, clint and wanda were talking as the latter made breakfast. thor's booming laughter echoed through the room as he zoomed with you on his back, laughing your heart out. "we have arrived to our destination, my lady." clint and wanda turned to you, adoring smiles on their faces when they heard you giggling uncontrollably.

"i thought you had more important things to do that you couldn't even walk 10 feet to grab me a spoon." clint raised his eyebrows at the demigod. "yes but y/n needed a ride so i provided her one." thor gave your hair a ruffle before he left the room, going to do what he initially left the kitchen for before you managed to get him to bring you back there.

"morning, kiddo." clint ruffled your hair right after you just fixed it, causing you to glare at him before fixing it again. "morning," you grumbled, sitting down next to him.

"morning, y/n!" wanda greeted, placing your plate of perfectly made blueberry pancakes with extra blueberries neatly placed on top, butter in the middle of it with maple syrup dripping down. your mouth watered. had it really been that long since you had a good breakfast or was it just because it was wanda's creation? or was it both? "here ya go, bubs. your favourite," she grinned at you, placing your glass of orange juice beside the plate.

"thanks, wands! i love you!" you thanked her, already beginning to dig into your breakfast.

"what the heck? you gave me burnt pancakes and didn't let me have extra blueberries because you said there already were some in the pancakes," clint whined to wanda from beside you, watching you eat happily.

"that's because the extra blueberries were for y/n, she loves them. and about the burnt pancakes...yea i just didn't want to give her burnt ones. look how happy she looks," the two turned to you, looking at your cheeks being filled up, making you look like an adorable squirrel.

"okay, fair point." clint slumped down on his chair, continuing to look at you fondly, like a proud father.

after breakfast, you made your way down to the training room where steve, nat and peter were training. when you entered, peter immediately noticed, waving and you from the treadmill with a huge smile on his face. nat, having just flipped steve over her her shoulders, smiled at you. "hey, bub." you smiled back at her and steve who struggled to give you a wave but did it anyways from his position.

"alright, y/n, you can warm up and run 2 miles first before we start." steve says once he had gotten up from his position on the ground. you mocked a salute before walking to the treadmills.

"what?! how is that fair? i'm running 5 miles!" peter exclaimed from beside you just as you started your run. "you're enhanced, peter. if anything, it's unfair for y/n/n. actually, that's right, it is unfair for her. y/n/n, you can go ahead and just do a mile."

peter's jaw dropped at this, his mouth opening and closing like fish out of water. "b–but.."

"get back to work, peter. once you're done, we'll start both your and y/n's training." the boy only huffed in annoyance, focusing back on his run while you smirked, internally cheering in victory.

"boy, that was tiring!" you dramatically plopped back onto the mat, limbs spread out as you tried to catch your breath. it had been a gruesome 3 hours of training and you were beat.

"y/n/n, get up. sam, bucky and clint's gotta train soon," nat tells you after steve and peter left and you were still sprawled out on the ground. "but i'm tired!" you whined childishly.

"y/n, if you don't get up, i'm gonna leave you here to be trampled on by the boys when they train." nat nagged, hands on her hips as she made a disapproving face at you.

"no you're not. you're gonna carry me to my room so i can shower and sleep soon." you tell her, eyes already closed as the fatigue washed over you. after a few seconds of silence, you heard her sigh out loud before you felt her crouching down beside you.

"get on my back in five seconds or i'll leave you." she threatened. you quickly opened your eyes, grabbing your small towel and water bottle before getting on nat's back. she mumbled something about you being lucky that she loves you or else she really was going to let sam, bucky and clint trample on you.

"what's wrong with her?" you could hear steve's concerned voice asking nat when you two reached—you assumed— the lobby. you were too tired to keep your eyes open so you left them closed while your arms were around nat's neck.

"nothing," you heard nat reply as she walked you both into the elevator. "kid's just too lazy to get up and walk on her own so she made me carry her." you internally rolled your eyes. she made it seem like she was forced to do it when everyone clearly knew she would do anything when it came to you.

you heard steve chuckle before nat started walking again, probably towards your room. you heard the door open and nat finally let you down, prompting you to open your eyes.

"do you want some food after you shower?" she questioned as you looked through your closet for comfy clothes to change to before ultimately deciding on cow print pyjama pants and an oversized tee you stole from steve.

"i'm good, nat, thanks. i just wanna take a nap." as if on cue, you yawned right after. "okay, bub. you'll have to get up later for dinner and movie night though, okay?" she reminded and left the room after you replied an 'okay' back.

when you were woken up a few hours later, it was by an annoying scream and a body bouncing on your bed. "y/n/n, wake up! it's dinner! mr stark ordered your favourite!"

you groaned, putting your pillow over your head to block out peter's annoying voice. "come on, y/n/n wake up! you haven't eaten since breakfast and it's movie night tonight!"

"okay, okay, i'm up. you can shut up now, pete." you grumbled crankily. it was quiet for a few seconds before peter yelled out once again. "wake u–"

he never got to finish though because you kicked him off the bed. "i said i'm up, dude." you then sat up, stretching before getting up to wash up, ignoring peter who was on the floor rubbing the side of his head which hit your lamp when he fell off your bed. he then got up, deciding to tidy your bed up a bit while he waited for you to finish washing up so that you two could go down together.

"is that my shirt?" was the first thing you heard when you walked in with peter. the team were all sitting, eating your food from your favourite place. "i uh, maybe?" you answered sheepishly, sitting down next to sam and peter settling down on your other side. "i've been looking for that shirt since forever."

"aw, let her have it, steve! she looks better in it than you do, she looks so adorable!" wanda screeched, absolutely adoring how tiny you looked in cap's enormous shirt. she continued to gush over you, even taking out her phone at one point to snap a picture of you. you chuckled at her antics, proceeding to eat your dinner while the team talked.

after dinner, everyone slowly made their way to the common room for team movie night. you guys collectively agreed to watch 'white chicks' after steve revealed that he hadn't watched it.

you sat down next to bruce, who gave you a tired smile when you smiled at him. he must've been working in the lab all day, you thought. halfway through the movie though, a bathroom break was called by tony. a few took the chance to get up and get snacks while you told bruce you were gonna sit closer to the tv since you couldn't hear properly with sam and bucky squabbling over every little thing they could. you could even hear them arguing in the kitchen at the moment over hot chocolate.

when tony came back, you told the two bickering children in the kitchen that you were starting the movie again. not long after you started, you could hear them still bickering, except now they were closer, probably back in their seats. poor bruce, you thought. you escaped the two but he was still stuck next to them.

meanwhile in the back, sam and bucky were still busy fighting over the hot chocolate. you paid them no mind as you focused on the movie, having not watched it in a hot minute.

"dude, i made this for myself! go make your own hot chocolate!" bucky whisper-yelled, moving his mug away from sam's reach when the latter tried to reach for it. "you took my snack now i'm gonna take your drink so it's fair!" sam countered.

before the two of them could stop it, the steaming hot chocolate spilt. not on the carpet, but onto the doctor whose patience had already been running thin with the two quarrelling next to him for the past hour.

his face slowly turned green, clearly a sign that he was fighting so that the other guy didn't come out. the team stared in horror, preparing for a fight to break out with the big green monster.

you, being the closest to the tv, didn't notice this all happening as you happily watched the movie that you couldn't hear properly for the past hour.

you laughed joyously when your favourite scene came on, trying to control your giggles that were starting to get louder and louder. bruce was currently hunched down, trying to even his breathing. but when he heard your laughter, he immediately looked up at you.

the team panicked, thinking that you could be a target for hulk since you just attracted attention to yourself. they were about to get up to protect you as they looked at bruce apprehensively, when the doctor smiled, the green on his neck slowly, but surely disappearing.

the team looked at each other in confusion and bruce smiled weakly at them. "sorry about that. i'm...i'm gonna move up and sit with y/n." he got up and made his way to you. you smiled when you saw him. "got tired of them too?" you joked and he nodded, making himself comfortable next to you.

you nodded and turned your attention back to the tv. it was clear you were oblivious to whatever just happened and the team couldn't help but chuckle at the situation. you really just unknowingly calmed down the hulk.

the team didn't know if you were aware of how much power you actually held over them. nevertheless, you were their little baby and they were willing to do anything for you.

#avengers #avengers x reader #avengers x teen!reader #tony stark x teen!reader #steve rogers x teen!reader #bucky barnes x teen!reader #sam wilson x teen!reader #natasha romanoff x teen!reader #wanda maximoff x teen!reader #clint barton x teen!reader #bruce banner x teen!reader #marvel x teen!reader #peter parker x reader #thor odinson x teen!reader

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Finders Keepers

A/N: It’s been ages since I’ve written anything, so I figured it was about time I got back into it! Hope you enjoy, any feedback is appreciated :) Warnings: None Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2.7K

“What’s wrong with you, Pretty Boy?” Morgan questioned as Spencer rushed into the BAU Tuesday morning, fingers threading through his curls and a look of pure agitation gracing his features. As if he didn’t hear the question directed towards him, Spencer continued to storm through the room, nearly stumbling into Morgan in his quest to reach his desk.

Pupils dilating, Morgan looked towards JJ who had taken stock of the scene from her chair, brows already furrowed and legs moving to stand and head towards her fellow colleague.

Taking the lead, JJ swiftly headed to Spencer’s side, moving to place a hand on his shoulder before thinking better of it and placing both hands on the edge of his desk instead, Mama Bear instincts dialed all the way up. “Everything okay, Spence? You seem annoyed.”

Morgan scoffed before thinking better of it, “I’d say he’s a bit more than annoyed, JJ”. No sooner than the words had left his mouth he was given a swift elbow in his side from JJ and an eye roll from Spencer and all that was left for Morgan to do was raise his hands in defeat.

Sighing, Spencer turned back to his desk before mumbling a response back to them, “I’m fine, guys. I think I lost my copy of War and Peace on the Metro this morning. It was in my bag when I left my place, it must have fallen out when I was trying to grab my umbrella. I thought maybe I just forgot and left it here, but apparently not”.

“You and I both know you don’t forget anything, Pretty Boy,” Morgan chimed in, visibly less tense now that he knew there wasn’t any immediate danger.

“Actually Morgan that’s not entirely true. I have an eidetic memory which means-”

“There’s the Reid we all know and love,” JJ chuckled, heading back to her desk to get ready for the day ahead of them. Morgan followed, leaving the bullpen in search of Garcia and Spencer sighed, trying to move past the fact that one of his favorite books was no longer in his possession. Logically, he knew he could buy a replacement copy after work, but deep down he knew it wasn’t the same.

The words dancing across the page would be the same ones that brought him entertainment and the comfort found in familiarity throughout his life, but the book within his hands wouldn’t hold the same nostalgic memories. He wouldn’t look down at the tattered cover and reminisce on his first jet ride with the BAU, thinking back on how he brushed his fingers against the book’s familiar spine while trying to calm his stomach filled with nervous jitters at the prospect of working with unfamiliar people. He wouldn’t look at the dog-eared pages and remember how the words on those exact pages brought him comfort on nights he would escape to his bedroom and try to leave memories of aggressive classmates and whispering peers behind.

Any thought of potentially buying a new copy of the book after the workday was dispelled though as Garcia called everyone into the conference room to discuss a pending case in Phoenix, no sooner followed by a “wheels up in thirty” announcement from Hotch. Grabbing his go-bag and leaving the bullpen, Spencer filled his head with thoughts of the case, half of his brain racing ahead to connect victimology and significant locations while the other half was stuck repeating a never-ending mantra of “it’s just a book” in the back of his mind.

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As Spencer was boarding a jet to head 468 miles north, Y/N was playing with a loose thread on her sweater, thinking about the long day of work ahead of her. Breaking her trance, she looked up and instead glanced up at the now empty row of seats in front of her. Her brows furrowed as she saw a book stuck in the crack between the far left seat cushion and the back of the chair, and before she knew it her curiosity overtook her. Y/N found herself standing from the seat, travel mug and bag in tow, before reaching for the dictionary-like book that was calling to her. The title War and Peace glared back at her, and a quick turn of the cover revealed faded words written in blue ink proclaiming that the book was the “Property of Spencer Reid”. With the announcement of her stop blaring over the loudspeaker and the weight of someone else’s book in their hand, Y/N made a split second decision to stuff the book into her bag, leaving the Metro with not only thoughts of the upcoming workday but visions of whom the mysterious Spencer Reid could be.

The workday passed by slowly, each passing second filled with the overwhelming desire to search for Spencer Reid on Google. By the time Y/N was on the Metro ride home, any and all motivation to search for the book’s rightful owner went out the door as her irritation grew with the rising heat of the increasingly packed subway car. Needing a distraction, her hand reached into her bag, initially moving for her cell phone but making a last second switch as her hand brushed the spine of the book. May as well spend my time doing something productive, she thought as she gently pulled the book out of it’s temporary home. With a final sigh, she turned to the first page and began to read.

As Y/N was tearing through the pages of War and Peace at an alarmingly quicker rate than she anticipated that night, Spencer was filling out a WMTA lost and found form in the hopes that someone had the decency to return his book. Knowing his luck, he assumed it was long gone and in the trash somewhere, but he figured it wouldn’t hurt to make one last ditch effort at finding it. Groaning, Spencer called it a night and went to bed, silently vowing to find his book the second he stepped foot off the BAU jet again.

***

Six days later the BAU team landed in Quantico, making plans to head to a bar for a drink before a well deserved day off. As designated drivers were assigned and phone calls home were made Spencer gathered his things, making a beeline to the door in the hopes of reaching the WMTA’s designated lost and found area before it closed for the night. He was a foot away from the door before a soft hand grasped his wrist, immediately stopping him in his tracks.

“Skipping out on the bar tonight, Reid?” Emily questioned, head tilted as she noticed how frazzled her friend was.

“I’m just gonna go home and watch a bit of Dr.Who” Spencer began, desperately trying to think of something that would let him out the door without further questions. “Speaking of Dr. Who, did you know that it was originally created to be an educational show for kids? It’s actually really interesting-”

“Say no more, Dr. Reid,” Emily laughed, letting go of his wrist and heading back towards the others, “enjoy your night”. Spencer tightly smiled, leaving the bullpen and making his way to downtown DC in search of his book. An hour later and he wasn’t any closer to finding his book, ultimately giving up and heading to the bookstore to buy himself another copy.

It was at that same time JJ and Derek found themselves hysterically laughing at a corner booth in the bar, thinking about how Spencer probably missed out on meeting the love of his life that night- a woman sitting in the booth directly across from them, War and Peace open on the table in front of her and a pen and highlighter busy at work marking up post its that were being meticulously placed on the book’s pages.

***

A month and a half went by and Spencer had officially given up hope on finding his lost book. In the six weeks since he had last seen it he refrained from reading his new copy, not willing to give up the small amount of hope he had that he would be reunited with his original book. That evening though, as the Metro had yet another delay and the subway car continued to get hotter and hotter, he figured there was no better time than the present and pulled out his new copy of War and Peace. A few pages in, a sudden jolt of the car made him glance up and almost immediately he locked eyes with the woman across from him. In the span of ten seconds, his thoughts ranged from she’s beautiful to hold on- she’s holding my book and before his legs fully alerted his brain what was happening he found himself on his feet and sitting in the empty seat directly next to her.

As Spencer’s brain began to register just how bad of an idea it was to sit next to a stranger as abruptly as he just did, the woman next to him gripped her bag slightly tighter, tilting her head to the side as she peaked a look at the man next to her.

Her mouth opened to speak, but before she could do so Spencer interrupted her, desperately trying to save himself from any embarrassment her words could bring.

“That’s my book,” he bluntly stated, mentally hitting himself as he watched her adorably confused features morph into a look of defense.

“No.. that’s your book,” she pointed down to his lap, where his new copy of War and Peace was resting between his palms.

“No it’s not- well, it is but it isn’t really?” Spencer tried to explain, his face growing more and more red with each word that left his mouth.

“So it’s your book, but not your book?” She questioned, lips curling up into a slight smile as she witnessed the sweet agitation of the man in front of her.

“Yes! I lost my book on the metro almost two months ago. This is just my replacement copy, and I don’t know how I know, but I’m positive the book in your hands right now is the one that I lost.” Spencer finished his spiel, watching as the woman’s eyes widened in realization and her mouth formed an “o” shape.

“You’re Spencer Reid?” she asked, and now it was his turn to play the part of the confused companion.

“I- yes? But, how do you know my name?” As soon as the question left his mouth the image of the title page of his book filled his head and all too soon he was practically yelling with joy in the poor woman’s face. “Wait, that is my book then! Does it say Property of Spencer Reid on the cover page?”

The woman laughed, and Spencer watched as any traces of tension left her body. “I’m so sorry! I found it on the Metro on my way to work, and I meant to look you up- not in a creepy way,” she continued, growing more flustered with each passing second. “I was gonna try and find you to return it but then I started reading it and I liked it more than I thought I would and I just,” She stooped, taking a breath and giving him the most adorable set of puppy dog eyes he’s ever seen. “I’m just really sorry, I shouldn’t have held onto it as long as I did”. She finished, and held the book up, holding it out towards Spencer’s hands. “I think this belongs to you”.

“It’s not a problem at all, I promise,” Spencer reassured her with a warm smile on his face, “thanks for keeping it safe”. Something about her filled his stomach with joy, and as he looked at her he saw a similar smile mirrored back at him. It was at that moment he knew he would do anything to keep that look of happiness on her face, stranger or not. “You know what,” he continued, “you should keep it- finders keepers and all that”.

Y/N laughed in disbelief, immediately shaking her head and pushing the book closer to its rightful owner. “It’s bad enough I’ve had it this long,” she admitted. “It belongs with you”.

“At least take this one then?” Spencer’s brain continued to be a few steps ahead of him, and before he knew it he was taking the book in the stranger’s outstretched hands and placing his new copy in her grasp. “It looks like you still have a hundred pages or so left and I wouldn’t want to keep you from finishing it. Besides, I definitely don’t need two copies”.

The woman smiled and gave him an enthusiastic nod, and Spencer couldn’t help but think he just made the best decision of his life. The speaker above them announced the next stop, and with a sudden jump she left her seat, discarding the new book into her bag and turning towards Spencer on her way to the door. “Thanks, Spencer!” she exclaimed, “maybe I’ll see you around sometime”. Another smile was sent his way, and before he earned up the nerve to ask for her name she was gone, disappearing into a growing crowd of commuters desperate to get back to the comfort of their homes and begin the weekend ahead.

***

The following morning, Spencer found himself in his living room with a mug of coffee in his hand, completely lost in his thoughts. He was trying to calculate the chances of seeing the mystery woman again, considering it took six weeks after losing his book to see her for the first time at all.

He groaned, inwardly cursing himself for his lack of courage the day before and wishing he at least had a name to match to the face that wouldn’t leave his mind. As the coffee cooled, he found his gaze wandering to the coffee table where he had laid the book and his satchel the previous night. With a sigh, Spencer picked up the book only to notice a bright orange post-it sticking out of one of the pages.

“The strongest of all warriors are these two- time and patience” was written in loopy writing, highlighted in yellow with exactly twelve exclamation points in red ink under it. He was a man of science, but he couldn’t help but feel as though finding one of his favorite quotes from the novel staring up at him was a sign.

As he continued to skim the pages, he found note after note filled with quotes, reactions, and doodles and he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of admiration for the stranger who put them all there. It was a book that held countless memories for Spencer, but already he could tell that this was going to be his ultimate favorite.

Backtracking to the front page, Spencer saw his familiar scrawl had been slightly covered by a light blue post it note. “If this book gets lost a second time I don’t want to make the same mistake as the first guy… please call Y/N at-” Spencer laughed, immediately grabbing his phone to dial the number before he has time to talk himself out of it.

As the phone began to ring, he thought about how he couldn’t picture her name being anything else. It was as beautiful as she was, and he longed to properly meet the woman who managed to get his heart racing with just a few post-it notes.

“Hello?” the voice on the other end of his phone answered, and Spencer could immediately tell it was the same woman from the subway.

“Hi, is this Y/N?” he began, fingers nervously twiddling together. At her hum of acknowledgement he continues, “This is Spencer, the guy who’s book you had? I was just looking through the post-its you left behind and I love the perspective you have on the book. Plus, it was so nice of you to even hold onto it in the first place so I was wondering if you’d wanna get coffee, maybe? So I can say thank you for everything and talk about the book with you?”

The opposite end of the phone was silent and Spencer’s face grew red, his hands moving to his hair because how could he possibly think she wanted to meet him, she didn’t even know him and-

“I was hoping you’d find that post-it note,” she giggled, and with the sound all of Spencer’s worries completely washed away. “Absolutely”.

***

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sirthisisa-wendys · 3 years

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Hanma Shuji as reader’s sugar daddy lmao

STOP I--

I CAN'T STOP WRITING FOR THIS MAN I--

The Arrangement: Shuji Hanma X Fem!Reader

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tw: a lil' NSFW at the end

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Fluttering your lashes seems to do the trick every time for the men who come to the ritzy bar.

"A cognac?" Flutter them for emphasis when you ask a question. Purse your lips a little. Lean forward so they can see your cleavage.

It works every single time. Even on married men who are 100% dedicated to their wives... or mistresses. They're already half-drunk when you pull out your tricks, and their over-confidence leads to fatter tips in your pockets in hopes of scoring an hour with you. But even after all of the cajoling, the pursuing, the lusting... you turn them down and head back to your shared apartment, stuffing the money into your rent jar before taking a shower and heading to bed.

And the cycle begins anew the next day.

You don your slinky black dress, spray a tap of perfume on your wrists, and twirl your curls around your finger before leaving the apartment and driving to the place that hogs your evenings. And it's Friday evening, which means the work crowd and the wealthy crowd would come together in the glamorous bar.

"Y/n," Okina, your manager, calls out. "Big client in the VIP room upstairs. Think you can handle it?"

Big client? VIP room? Serving drinks at the private bar? "Fuck yeah," you answer, saluting the woman who just rolls her eyes, laughing.

"Don't drain them of all of their money, y/n," she replies and you nod, giving her a wink. You climb the stairs up to the private room and watch as servers make the wooden table nice and shiny for the guests coming. The VIP room has only been used four times in your entire seven years here, but every single time it was used for a big client who left amazing tips.

"Maybe I could use tonight's money to save up for a dog," you muse out loud, wiping down the bar and preparing your workstation carefully. The image of the Maltipoo you'd desired since childhood pops into your head, and you smile to yourself, coming up with a list of names as you work.

You're so lost in thought that you don't realize a good portion of the clientele has already come in, each one of them dressed to the nines and taking their seats.

Two snaps call you back to reality, and you look up at the man waiting for your assistance as you clean a bar glass.

"How can I help you, sir?"

The black and yellow-haired man looks at you with a bored expression, orange eyes roving over your appearance slowly. He adjusts his glasses, then states,

"Whiskey. Neat." You fulfill the request and place the drink in front of him with a napkin.

"Anything else, sir?"

"I'll be back shortly." He downs the drink all in one go, and you watch him walk off warily. The tattoos on his hands are enough to warn you that maybe this guy is bad news, but you shrug, taking the glass and putting it in the small sink against the wall. A few others come up to the bar for drinks, but the presentation and following discussion claims most of the men's attention.

Which is fine... sort of. It's really eating into your tips, to be honest.

"Another whiskey." You immediately offer it to the man in front of you, and he downs it, just like the one before.

"Anything else?" you murmur, and he crooks his finger at you. You lean a little closer, tilting your head just so and tucking your lip underneath your top row of teeth.

"You work here part-time? Full-time?"

"Full-time," you reply, fluttering your lashes. The earring in the man's ear shakes a little as he tilts his head a little, mimicking your stance.

"Do you enjoy it here? Make a lot of money?"

"Money is okay; I like working here," you answer, leaning forward to show off your cleavage as you grab his abandoned drink. He grabs your wrist, giving you a small smile before caressing your fingers.

"You know who I am, don't you, y/n?"

"No." The truth rolls off of your tongue with ease, but the man's face falls slightly as if he's disappointed that you don't know about his wealth and fame. "Should I?"

"Only if you want to." He raises a brow, blinking slowly. Did you want to? "Shuji Hanma." The man flips you a card, covered in gold foil and black, shiny cardstock. "If you're looking for some fun outside of work, you should give me a call."

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If you're looking for some fun, you should give me a call.

You flip the card around in your hands, noting the numbers in gold foil and the lack of a name, a business, or anything else identifying. Yeah, Shuji Hanma is clearly someone who needed to be paid attention to. You consider dialing the number that night, but then you remember the lack of significant tips. Why bother with a man who wouldn't pay you for excellent service?

Even Onika thought it was odd that you hadn't received a cash flow...

You sigh, tossing the card aside and laying back on the bed, the dream of owning a Maltipoo slipping even further from your grasp.

"Curiosity killed the cat," your roommate warns day after day after day. But on the fifth day of having the card lay on your desk, you finally pick up your phone and call the number.

"And satisfaction brought it back," you muse, waiting for the line to pick up. It picks up on the second ring. "H-hello? Shuji Hanma?"

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the beautiful hostess from the bar. Thought about my offer?"

"Yes," you breathe, and Shuji hums softly.

"Meet me at Ocean Prime for dinner tonight. Say, at eight?"

"Eight is good."

"Do you want me to send a car for you?"

"No," you reply. "I'll drive."

_____________________________________________________________

You're sitting across from Shuji, who is dressed in a pinstripe suit and wearing the same glasses as before.

He is handsome, you think to yourself, but it doesn't stop the way you nervously interact with him as he peruses the menu, cuts his fish, or asks you about your life.

"Y/n, have you ever thought about... quitting your job?" You shake your head immediately, thinking about all of the bills that would need to be paid and how much debt you'd rack up on credit cards. "You see, I'm looking for someone who is willing to be... somewhat of a comfort to me. You know, in the mundane things, like being there when I come home after work and allowing me to take them out on dates, or being my plus one to events where I'll be forced to interact with others."

"A girlfriend?"

"No," Shuji shakes his fork at you. "That's a level of commitment I cannot allow for myself. More like a younger, prettier beneficiary. It would come with perks, like bills being taken care of, a new wardrobe, a work-free lifestyle, travel, et cetera."

"Wait." You swallow your water with a hard gulp. "Like..." You scan the room for people who may be tuning into your conversation nervously. "Like a sugar baby?"

"Sure," Shuji answers, shrugging. "I mean, it's a lot of work - attending to my needs, that is. But I'll make sure you're well compensated."

"I..."

"Take some time to think about it. Oh, and by the way," The man slides you a thick envelope. "For tonight, as well as the tips I had to extort from the others. Go ahead and count it." You look through the money and realize that the hundred dollar bills add up to about three thousand dollars.

"Shuji, this is..."

"Fifteen hundred for your time, and fifteen hundred for your tips." You can't say anything else as you hold the envelope in your hand. However, Shuji continues to eat his meal, sipping at his water carefully. "What're you thinking?"

"Even if I say no, this money is mine?"

"Of course," he smiles. "Though it would be nice to take you home tonight."

It's only as Shuji is eating you out that you realize that you can officially quit your job. Not even with a two-week notice. You could call today and quit.

"Give me two weeks," you whisper, and Shuji hums, looking up at you and ceasing his movements.

"Two weeks for what?"

"My job."

"Oh," he chirps, smiling. "I expect nothing less from you, pretty girl." He hoists your legs up around his shoulders and dives back into your cunt, removing his glasses and slurping up your juices eagerly. You tangle your hands into his hair and moan loudly as he sends you right into your first orgasm of this little arrangement.

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songmingisthighs · 3 years

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ch. xxix - 'stuff'

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A freshman hookup rekindled into something new. With an incentive, of course. But what would happen if your 'relationship' led you somewhere you never thought would happen to you ?

Once you all arrived, you immediately exit the van and ran inside the villa to see how it is in real life.

The porch was simple and rustic but very inviting whereas the interior is very homey. A living room welcomes you as soon as you open the door, it was quite spacious. To the left of the door is the stairs that lead to the second floor. Behind the couch is the dining room with a dining table that sits 10 people, a kitchen, and a door that leads directly to the beach outback.

You were so busy taking the interior in, you didn't realize your tall best friend behind you.

Mingi managed to spin you around so suddenly and heave you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, making you squeal loudly before he ran up the stairs to tag a room.

There were four rooms which would mean three rooms will be used by two people, three in one room. So naturally, Mingi decided he'll be staying in the biggest room with you and Jongho.

"My bag is still downstairs, you know?" You giggled at Mingi as he put you down on the king-sized bed before dropping his bag near the bed.

Mingi was about to answer when Wooyoung came in with both your and his bag in his hands, "nope, got your bag right here," he grinned widely, showing that he in fact has your things with him.

Wooyoung drops both bags near Mingi's before jumping on the bed. Or more likely, on you.

"Wooyoung!" You squealed loudly when he wrapped all his limbs around you and tucking his face into the crook of your neck. "Hey!" Mingi exclaimed loudly, immediately trying to pull Wooyoung off of your body, "no! Wooyoung, get off and get out! This is my room and (Y/N)'s and Jongho's!" he whined.

As if not hearing the taller guy, Wooyoung ignored him completely and opt to nuzzle his face onto the skin of your neck deeper, softly breathing against it which elicit a giggle out of you.

Sensing that he was being ignored, Mingi walked over and smack Wooyoung square on his ass with a pout on his face.

"Don't hog on (Y/N)!" he whined, hoping that Wooyoung would just detach himself from you on his own and leave the room. But said male just face Mingi and stuck his tongue out childishly.

You could see one of Mingi's eyes twitch at Wooyoung's response, so you sat yourself up and reach to hold onto Mingi's hand with a smile on your face, "it's okay Gi, the three of us can room together instead, pretty sure Jongho can find his own roommate," you assured him.

Though he was still pouting, he sat on your other side and began to wrap his own longer limbs around you, forcing you to fall back into the bed and be stuck in a mess of tangled limbs. Mingi kept trying to push Wooyoung's arms and legs off of you and soon Wooyoung was doing the same. Now you're just stuck in the middle of a childish pushing game until you had enough and smack their arms to get them to stop.

"Okay, if you wanna room with me here, you both have to behave or else I'll swap myself with whoever's with Yunho," you told both of them sternly as you stood up to glare at the both of them who are still oh so comfortable on the bed.

Wooyoung smirked at you as he lifts his arms to rest behind his head as support, "damn, never thought my girlfriend can be so hot while nagging," he smugly said.

From the side, Mingi scoffed at Wooyoung's words, "FAKE girlfriend you mean," he said, emphasizing harshly on the word 'fake'. Wooyoung scoffed back at him, "No, REAL girlfriend as of today, we talked about it in the car," he then looked at you, asking for confirmation, "right, (Y/N)?"

Mingi's eyes bulged out at that, shocked to hear the information. He opened his mouth to question you but you raised a hand at him, signalling him to hold it so you can say your piece, "no we didn't Woo, YOU told me what you wanted and I didn't say anything else about the matter because who talks about that in a chat?" you said, rolling your eyes.

Now it was Mingi's turn to have a smug smirk thrown towards Wooyoung. The latter, on the other hand, pouted as he sat himself up. He pulled you close and wrap his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your belly to look up at you with puppy dog eyes, "but I was being sincere... I really did mean what I said and I'm not gonna take it back," his bottom lip jutted out as if to add more effect on his sadness.

You cooed at how adorable he looked, your right hand came forward to cup his cheek and your left hand move to push his hair away from his forehead that fell to his eyes.

Wooyoung was smiling happily at the affection you gave him, he even tightened his arms around you and puckered his lips, wordlessly asking for kisses from you.

Just as you leaned in to peck Wooyoung on his lips, Mingi cleared his throat loudly, making you snap your head at him. He was looking at you with an eyebrow raised, as if questioning you and what you're doing. You rolled your eyes at him and settle on giving Wooyoung a peck on his forehead.

"You know what, Woo, I'm willing to try the whole us being a real thing," you said. Wooyoung's eyes widened and a large smile broke out on his face. He was about to holler out in happiness just as Mingi jumped up into a sitting position, he was about to protest but you beat them both to the punch, "however, that doesn't mean I'm gonna be straight out your real girlfriend, alright? I need time to get used to the real you first," you continued.

Wooyoung groaned before detaching himself from you and letting his body drop back to the bed with a flop. Mingi on the other hand was snickering at Wooyoung, seemingly content with how things went with you two.

You moved to sit on Mingi's lap, which he welcomes by wrapping his own arms around your waist and pulling you flush against him so he could rest his chin on your shoulder. You giggled at Wooyoung's antics, thinking that for someone with his status around campus, he's pretty freaking adorable, "okay, come on, do we have a deal or not?" you asked, nudging his leg with your foot.

The nudged man sat up slightly and squint his eyes at you, "can I still touch you and stuff?" he asked. You were about to answer him when Mingi cut you off, "elaborate on 'stuff', please," he said, his own eyes squinting at Wooyoung.

A smirk bloom on Wooyoung's face, "well... Things boyfriends and girlfriends usually does," he said vaguely. Mingi furrowed his eyebrows at him, "but you both aren't boyfriend and girlfriend," "well technically we are," Wooyoung shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. Mingi cursed under his breath, something along the line of "fucking technicalities,".

Their little banter made you somehow feel a little satisfied. Mingi's protectiveness over you and Wooyoung's persistence is really a sight to behold, it definitely brought a smile to your face.

"Okay, so then our whole 'fake' status is to be dissipated, from now on we are officially two people who are genuinely trying to get to know each other better in hopes that something could happen," you said, smiling at him. While Mingi rolled his eyes at this, Wooyoung grinned widely and proceed to pump his hands up in excitement.

"Which means you can no longer use my Yeosang collage as a blackmail material," you continued.

His eyes widened at that.

"What!?" He exclaimed before groaning, "fucking technicalities," he sighed, mumbling under his breath.

Despite his protest, you didn't care because you know things are about to get interesting from now on.

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