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Hey! I absolutely love your work, english is not my first lenguage so sorry for any grammar mistakes, but imagine season 1 Spencer and reader waking up after their first time, reader is all sleepy as she tries to find her clothes so Spencer is insecure if she regrets anything but she's like "baby, I'm only trying to find my panties, calm down"

I basically squealed when I read this! It's so cute and so reid <3 also no need to worry, I'm European so I know that being fluent in multiple languages isn't the easiest!

The Morning After

Insecure!Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: you and your boyfriend Spencer have sex for the first time, but he wakes up the next morning asking if you regretted it.

Genre: slight angst, fluff, slight smut

Word Count: 1.1K

Warnings: mentions of genitalia, mentions of female reproductive system, kissing, 'baby' used as a pet name, insecurity from Spencer's end, reader is mentioned putting on Spencer's shirt but it's over-sized to make it more body inclusive.

A/N: This took me a couple of days to write out because I kept on changing the way the drabble evolved, so I hope it makes sense now 😭

The first thing you felt was the sensation of a super soft quilt draped over your body. You hummed and snuggled deeper underneath the warmth, squeezing your eyes tighter as you realised a sliver of sunshine had settled across your face. You hadn’t had this good of a rest in ages.

To lift the pressure off your right shoulder, you turned to the other side but hit something in the process. Your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. What the fuck?

With sleep still gluing your eyes shut, you slowly pried them open to be met with an unfamiliar form beside you. It took a while for your brain to adjust to your surroundings and register that oh, this wasn’t your bed, and oh, that was your boyfriend Spencer.

His usually gelled back hair was ruffled and the different strands were standing in different directions across his pillow and forehead. His signature pout adorned his lips, the one you often saw when you had sleepovers, which you thought was the definition of adorable. Spencer, like this, in his natural state, could have you staring at him in awe for hours. Your gaze followed the dip of his collarbone until it met his naked shoulder that was peeking from beneath the sheets.

And then it hit you. Last night you had slept together for the first time.

You could remember it clearly now: Spencer had invited you over to watch a film and have dinner together, because he had missed you so much. Cuddling had led to kissing, that to making out, and after some shared words of reassurance and consent, you somehow stumbled to the bedroom and got in each other’s pants.

Vivid images of fumbling hands and smooth skin flashed inside your head: the feeling of his weight against your body, his thin hips digging into your flesh as he gently rutted into you before picking up the speed, his breath fanning against your neck; the sound of skin against skin and the struggling moans and whimpers that originated from the man’s open mouth. You had shared all of it with Spencer and he had looked so beautiful while doing so.

You couldn’t resist reaching a hand over to cup his cheek, rubbing your thumb along his cheekbone. His brows further knotted together as he stirred in his sleep, leaning into your touch unknowingly.

After a few more strokes of your thumb, the boy’s eyes fluttered open, his pupils dilating as soon as he recognised you.

“Hi,” he smiled.

“Hi there, sleepyhead,” you whispered in return.

You leaned in to press a soft kiss on his nose and then a few more on his cheek. He giggled and scrunched his eyes and nose, melting into the affection that only you gave him.

“You slept well, darling?” you asked.

“Mmm, I always do when you’re here.”

After one more loving kiss on his plump lips, you shuffled out of bed in search of your missing underwear and a shirt to put on. All you could remember was throwing it into an unknown area, because your priorities were evidently somewhere else at the time.

It didn’t register in Spencer’s mind at first, but once he caught a glimpse of your bare ass and back, his eyes widened in shock. He fumbled under the sheets until he managed to sit against the headboard of his bed, looking downwards and realising yes, he was naked too. Naturally, memories from last night flooded his head: your lips on the sweaty skin of his neck, the softness of your entire body pressed against him in the most irresistible way, and most importantly, the way your cunt had engulfed him and it was so warm and wet. It made his cock twitch, but doubt overtook his thoughts, making the next words tumble out of his mouth like a reflex.

“Do you regret what we did … last night?”

His question pierced your ears and halted you mid-scavenger hunt. The choice of words - regret - concerned you, because you had enjoyed every single second of it. Did he regret it?

You turned around to face him, the worried wrinkles on your forehead appearing in an instant. “Regret? Of course not. Why is that worrying you?”

From where he was sitting, Spencer had a perfect view of your naked body. His eyes traced your shoulders, the swell of your breasts, the smoothness of your stomach and hips, not being subtle about it at all. He cleared his throat in an attempt to gather his thoughts, mind racing between insecurity and the very beautiful woman in front of him, one who he had no idea why chose him over all people.

“I- I don’t know …” He fumbled with his fingers and looked down at his lap. “You left the bed so quickly and I understand if you’re disgusted by me and you want to leave, I hope you didn’t feel pressured to have sex with me-”

“Spencer please,” you sighed, pressing the pads of your fingertips into your eyes and rubbing them. “I’m just trying to find my panties, baby, give me a second.”

He nodded timidly, scared he had said the wrong thing, chewing on his bottom lip with anxiety. You managed to find your underwear and slipped them on, hopping on one foot and then the other. Then, to simply satisfy the desire, you found Spencer’s over-sized Doctor Who t-shirt that had been abandoned and shrugged it onto your shoulders.

You padded across the wooden floorboards groggily and crawled back into your place on the bed, crossing your legs and sitting beside your doubt-ridden boyfriend. You tucked your forefinger under his chin, making him look at you.

“What’s going on in that smart brain of yours?”

The boy let out a chuckle that sounded more like a scoff, giving you a small glimpse of his gorgeous smile. “I thought you regretted what w-we did.” His cheeks tinged pink in embarrassment but also fear. What if you had just had sex with him because he wanted to? He couldn’t stand the thought.

You tilted your head to the side, gently holding his face in your hands and staring at him with pure love. “I loved every second of it, baby. I said yes because I wanted to, I really wanted to. I’m really glad you felt comfortable enough to share that moment with me, we created such a beautiful memory. I think what’s more important is if you enjoyed it, as it was your first time.”

Spencer smiled giddily, his cheeks getting redder. “I- I thoroughly enjoyed it.”

You grinned back, placing a kiss on his nose again. “That’s what I like to hear. And if it’s of any solace, you’ve got the prettiest body, love.” The comment hit him in the heart, the flush spreading downwards to his neck and chest.

You moved a hand to the nape of his neck, scratching the hair there. “I’d love to do it again.”

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celemilii · 25 days

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NOT IN LOVE; FERNANDO ALONSO | 01 WELCOME TO BAKE-SONALITIES

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warnings: curse words; english not being my first lenguage so my apologies if you see any mistakes :)

⇚ previous part

╰───────────✧──────────────╮

I drink from my cup of coffee and finish writing the email I was writing for the Marketing and Communication area. I can't help it, but I overhear the heated argument Toto is having with Andrew Shovlin, Mercedes' chief engineer, in his office. As far as I understand, the last race hasn’t gone bad at all but it is still not enough. A third and fourth place means nothing if you can have the first two.

My phone rings for the fifth time in an hour and I ignore it again. I don't even have to read the screen to know it's my father. He's been calling me for days, so at this point, he must be catching a flight to England to find out if I'm still alive. I don't need him to take care of me or worry in any way, I'm fine on my own.

Well... alone, not alone. Alessia, who is as alone as I am in this country, messages me almost daily to tell me how she is doing with her violin practice and even sends me videos to show me her progress. For my part, I talk a lot but I don't want to overwhelm her with my things so I limit myself to listening to her. This afternoon we would meet to have brunch at a cafe in London.

“I don't want you to come back here until you solve the fucking problem, Andrew!” I hear Toto's clear scream when Shovlin opens the door and then closes it so hard that I thought he would break it.

"Your boss is an idiot," the engineer complains.

“My boss is yours,” I mock, “and if I were you I would be careful, because he has ears everywhere.”

"I don't care anymore," he murmurs, "let him know he's an idiot!" he exclaims loud enough for the Austrian to hear.

“You behave like children, isn't it simpler...?” Before I finish speaking, the company cell phone starts ringing so I answer it. “Sorry, I must attend,” I excuse myself and the British man nods with a smile. I thought he was going to leave to let me continue with my work but he stayed waiting for the call to end. “Mr. Wolff's office, this is his secretary speaking.”

"Yes, I'm sorry for the inconvenience, Miss Cruz," exclaims the girl at the reception who, if I remember correctly, is called Abby, so I decide to take the risk.

“Oh, Abby, has something happened?”

"There is a situation down here and I wanted to know if you could come and explain to Mr. Alonso why I can't let him pass without an appointment," she murmurs.

“Mr. Alonso?” I question and she makes a noise of agreement. “The driver?”

“Yes, Miss. He insists that it is important and that it should enter despite not having a date,” I think for a moment before giving her an answer. Toto doesn't have any other appointment for today, I could give him a place if it's so urgent.

“Let him in, I'll take care of it, don't worry. And... Abby,” I call her.

“Tell me.”

"Don't Miss me and call me Victoria," I ask her. I end the call after that and the man sitting in front of me is still there, waiting for the perfect moment to say whatever he wants to say.

“It's good to see that you are adapting well, Vicky.”

“Victoria,” I correct him. “It 's Victoria. Nobody calls me Vicky”

“Well, I could do it if you let me.”

“Excuse me?”

“You know…” the look he gave me was more than enough to understand what he was trying to say and the simple thought of me dating again made me want to vomit.

“No, I don't know,” I respond, playing dumb.

“Wouldn't you like us to go out on a date?” he dares to ask. One star for the effort, but the answer is still no.

“Andrew, I seriously don't mix work with my personal relationships,” without even allowing him to argue, the lift doors open and reveal Alonso.

“Victoria!” exclaims the Spaniard. "How nice to see you," he says as he approaches my desk. The Englishman notes that he had to continue working, so he quickly says goodbye and leaves along the same path that the chestnut tree had come from. “Am I interrupting something?”

"My work day," I pronounce in our native language. “If you need to speak with Toto, I regret to inform you that it is by appointment. I can give you a number that you can call…”

“And do I also need an appointment to see the assistent?” I'm serious when I ask: what's wrong with men?

"Especially to see the assistant," I conclude, handing him the paper. Yes, I was going to let him in, but I didn't like the secretary's comment at all.

"This place is very nice," he exclaims in a vague attempt to get me to chat. He plays with the flower that I have placed on my desk and comes closer to smell it. “Very natural.”

“The only natural thing in this building is the flower I put here. The rest is all glass.”

“Yes, but it gives good light.”

"Listen, I don't want to be rude but I don't know if you understand that you need an appointment to speak with Mr. Wolff," I remind him. “Likewise, you could leave me your question and then I will send you the answer using the number that I wrote down on the paper. I´m sure that Toto has your number.”

“And is this yours?” he dares to ask and resigns himself when he receives no answer. “I don't want you to make fun of me with what I'm going to ask.”

“If you come looking for a seat, I´m afraid that we already have a world champion who is more than capable of continuing to perform on the track.”

"I don't doubt it," he answers with the same sarcasm as me. “In fact, I came to ask him if there was any clause in his secretary's contract that prohibited her from dating people from other teams.”

“And why don't you ask me directly?”

"Because you would tell me to fuck you," he says simply.

“You're a bastard.”

“Go on a date with me and let me prove to you that I'm not.”

“Men like you think you're very smart, Fernando, and let me tell you something, you're not. Just because you're attractive and a millionaire doesn't mean we're all going to fall for you. That's not how this works.”

“Do you think I'm attractive?” he asks hopefully.

"Hey, Victoria," my boss's voice falls as he sees who is sitting in front of me. “Fernando,” exclaims with surprise, “you are very far from Enstone, aren´t you?”

“Yes, I wanted to ask something but Victoria was able to answer my question in efficiently,” he looks at me funny and I, on the other hand, want to kill him. “She's a very good secretary,” congratulates me. “If you're looking for a job, Alpine will welcome you with open arms and... well, not just Alpine,” at that last comment, he leaves where he came from.

“Did he give you problems?” Toto asks with concern.

“Nothing I couldn't handle,” I admit, and that seems to calm him down.

"I came to tell you that you can go now if you want, there's not much else to do here and I want to get home early today before Susie puts me to sleep on the couch," he pats my shoulder in goodbye and locks himself in his room again to close everything.

I put the things I had used during the day in my bag and leave the building as soon as possible. I still had almost two hours of travel time to London waiting for me for a type of snack-dinner with Ale in a place called Bake-sonalities, which, according to the Italian, is an amazing pastry shop.

I'm driving around England trying to adapt to driving on the opposite side to what I'm used to. The car is very comfortable and large and, well, obviously from Mercedes. I can't complain about the job. Everything is perfect. Yes, perfect, and I should be grateful but I can't help but wonder if all the things I'm leaving behind are worth the same as the things that await me here.

The car's small screen lights up and I know it's a call but I can't see who it's from. Damn, I have to set this up.

“Hello?”

“Victoria! What are these hours of answering the phone?” Am I an asshole or what? Obviously it was my father.

“Dad, hello... How are you?”

“Good, how am I going to be?” he questions in a bad way. “I'm interested in how you are.”

“Well, I'm going to London to have dinner with a friend.”

“I'm glad you've made a friend, Vicky!”

"Don't call me that," I murmur. “Nobody calls me that anymore.”

“Yes, but it's still your nickname here. He put it on you and it stayed on you.”

“Well, he cheated on me, is that just why everyone is going to cheat on me too?” I realize the abrupt tone I used instantly so I take it back. “I'm sorry.”

“It's ok. I know having a broken heart hurts, but that doesn't mean you can't trust again," he murmurs.

“I don't need distractions like that right now, I just want to focus on important matters, like work.”

“Matters of the heart are important too.”

"Dad..." I exclaim in a warning tone.

“I know, it's your life and it's not my concern, but it's my job to tell you that you deserve a beautiful and healthy love, not like those two attempts at relationships you had.”

"At least you didn't meet the first one," I say in a mocking tone, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

“And thank goodness because if I found out that an eighteen-year-old idiot was dating my fourteen-year-old daughter, I was going to send him to prison.”

"Now, don't be angry," I smile almost without realizing it when I notice how much I had missed my father.

“At least you're already in England. You already have the new beginning you wanted and you are happy, that's the important thing. You now have the new beginning you wanted.”

And I'm happy with that because, when I left, the decision was made because I finally decided to stop waiting for something to change so I stopped making such stupid decisions - like begging my ex-boyfriend to love me - and I realized that it was me who had to change.

“Victoria?” my father catches my attention. “Are you still there?”

“Here I am.”

“You already regretted having left,” he's not asking me, he's stating it, which makes me feel even worse. “Maybe your mother was right and it was a mistake” bringing my mother into the conversation makes uncontrollable anger grow inside me.

“Well yes, it is a mistake. I know it was a mistake,” I admit, “but there are certain things that you know are a mistake but you don't really know they are because the only way to really know if it's a mistake is to make it and look back and say -it was a mistake-. But, really, the biggest mistake is not... making that mistake” of repeating the word "mistake" so many times, my sentence sounded like a tongue twister but it was understood. I understood it.

“If you want to return, you know that you will always have a position here in the company.”

"I don't want a fucking position in the fucking family business," I mutter.

“I'm trying to take care of my daughter, Victoria, and I'm running out of options.”

“I don't need you to take care of me, you never did. I've always managed very well on my own so I don't need you to come here to act as father of the year. I am not your charity, and in no way am I going to allow you to lock me in the family business like you do with Manuel”

I know that my brother is a delicate subject for him because he is his child, the first-born, the loose cannon that they could save. A fucking idiot that for some reason I love, like the rest of the men in my family.

"Okay," he says, ending the talk. “Drive carefully, please?”

“Yes, don't worry,” I look at the GPS and notice that I'm 10 minutes away. “I'm almost there. Hey Dad…”

“Tell me.”

I love you.

I'm sorry.

I miss you.

I want to see you.

Come to England.

I love you from here to the moon.

I love you, dad, very much.

Please.

I'm sorry.

“We'll talk later, I've found a good place to park,” I swallow each of the words I wanted to say to him because it's not something that's common in my family. Talking about feelings has never been our strong suit.

I say goodbye to my father and end the call. The parking spot part wasn't a lie. So, after spending two hours trying to get the car into a giant place where, clearly, I wasn't going to hit anyone, I headed to the bakery, which was just a block away.

London is beautiful. If it wasn't so far from the Mercedes base I would live here or in Edinburgh. It can't be, I'm dying to visit Edinburgh.

The bakery's bell jingles as I enter the blue-framed glass door, catching the attention of Alessia and the brunette girl behind the counter. The aroma of the environment gives me a feeling of warmth and home. I don't know what that smell is but I definitely want one of those.

“Victoria!” Alessia greets, meeting me halfway to give me a big hug, which I reciprocate somewhat surprised. “I hope the trip hasn't been long for you.”

“Quite the opposite, it went away in a flash. Ale, do you know what smells so good?”

“Let's ask Evie,” she offers me. We stop in front of the counter to wait for the brunette, whose name seems to be Evie, and I take the opportunity to observe the place carefully.

It is not very big, but not too small either; It seems to be the clearest example that customers receive personalized attention because it should not be a coincidence that each one has a cake that seems to represent them so well at first glance, not to mention their faces of pleasure when trying the desserts.

"Here I am, I'm sorry," comments the one who would swear that she is the owner of the place, well, she is alone here. The brunette looks at me with a smile so I decide to introduce myself.

“I'm Victoria, my pleasure.”

“And I'm Evie, the pleasure is mine," she exclaims kindly. "Ale told me that you work in Formula 1. My boyfriend too," she says with a smile.

“I'm actually Toto's assistant,” Evie's kindness and energy made me forget about the whole talk with my father a moment ago. “I'm sorry to ask this way but I feel that if I don't I won't stay calm,” my friend, who is still by my side, laughs when she hears me say that. “What smells so good?”

“I just finished the Black Forest cake, that could be a guess. Now that I think about it, it looks perfect on you.”

“The cake?”

"No way, Evie, it's true," Ale agrees.

“I will trust your opinions then and Black Forest will be.”

“Noted. Ale, the usual?”

“You know so.”

“Then a portion of the Black Forest and an individual tower of profiteroles for you.”

Once we have our orders, we sit at one of the tables near the window to have a view of the beautiful London streets.

"Try it, I want to see your face when you try Evie's pastry," the Italian asks. I look at her with a smile before cutting a piece with a fork and putting it in my mouth. Suddenly, I feel like I'm in that scene from Ratatouille where the flavors explode in Remy's mouth. The dark chocolate mixed with the creamy cherries made me close my eyes and taste as if I had tasted a sweet for the first time. "Welcome to Bake-sonalities," Ale mocks when she sees my face of pleasure.

“It's the most delicious thing I've had in a long time. This is better than having an orgasm.”

“Victoria!” exclaims Ale, laughing at my comment. "Now, stop having an orgasm while eating and tell me about your day," she asks.

“Quite strange, really. An engineer, well, the chief engineer of the company offered me to go on a date.”

“Wow, and what did you say?”

“No, obviously. And then something even stranger happened. Your little friend's friend... the Spanish one,” I remind her.

"Fernando," she guesses, drinking from his cup. “What has happened to him?”

“He went to the office and flirted with me as if we were in high school. It 's ridiculous.”

“Wait, wait... What?”

“I swear. He went to the office, made a fuss at the front desk, and then went to my desk to see if I had a clause in my contract that would allow me to date people from other teams. He's an idiot who thinks that by being attractive he'll get whatever he wants.”

“That doesn't even count as flirting anymore, it was wild... Wait, did you say attractive?”

“I have eyes, Ale. I can admit that a man is attractive and that doesn't make me want to fuck him.”

“Yeah, you're right,” silence arose between us until the Italian woman seemed to fall into what I said. “Also, did he drive to Brackley to ask that? I knew about his interest in you but I didn't think it was that big of a deal.”

“His interest in me? Literally today was the second time he saw me.”

"I don't know, he's crazy," she says, laughing. “He asked Seb and I to help him win you over and mentioned some love at first sight.”

“An idiot.”

“Don't you believe in love at first sight?”

“Ale, I barely believe in love.”

“Look, this is the only attempt I will make to make you fall in love with him: he is a good man who helped Seb during his divorce.”

“Yes, only because he already went through one. And by the way, how are things going between you and Seb?”

“The same, I don't want to pressure him with anything but his children will come home on the weekend and I will take care of them during... you know, this whole legal issue.”

"Yeah, that's shit," I exclaim before shoving another bite of cake into my mouth. “Ale, you have to try it,” I ask her.

This is how my friend and I spent the afternoon: between desserts and coffee. Telling us paddock gossip and emptying the dessert case for Evie. As night falls, I notice that it is time to go home. It's not that I like driving so much when it's so late, however, I couldn't help but get distracted by the cookies that the owner of the bakery just took out of the oven.

"You're going to burn yourself,” Evie warns.

“Can I take some?” I asked as if I were a little girl in a candy store.

“I'll put them in a box so you don't get burned. Just tell me which ones.”

“Three with dark chocolate, three of the Red Velvet ones,” I think as I look at the options.

“And can I know when you are going to eat all those cookies?” Ale asks.

“Well, at breakfast or snack, I don't know. Something will occur to me, Rest assured that I will eat them,” I answer with conviction. “I think that's it... oh no, give me three of those little colored ones you have there.”

“Ready?” Evie mocks.

“That 's all.”

At checkout, we say goodbye to Evie and I promise to return to the bakery for more cookies and cakes sooner rather than later. Ale has me hugged by the shoulders and doesn't want to let me go.

“We're not going to see each other for a while.”

“I promise to call you, don't you dare to think I've forgotten that I have to teach you Spanish.”

“And I will teach you Italian, rest assured,” she kisses my cheek before leaving. “Keep me informed and I will do the same.

"It will be a pleasure to listen to the podcasts you record as audio," I exclaim as I walk away.

"Shut up, silly, if you don't have them, you'll miss them," she shouts.

I get to the car with an indelible smile on my face, I don't think I've had this good a time in a while and I needed it more than anything.

A friend, a coffee and stuffing ourselves with sweet things. If that's not the best plan, I don't know what could match it. My mind takes me to work and the situation with Alonso. In short, Fernando is a bastard.

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noodlefluid · 1 year

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Random headcanons about the ✨Dumbass twins✨ that no one ask for

Tw: mention of death, anxiety (separation anxuety to be precise), swearing, minor spoilers from the movie, tcest dni

English isn't my first languge, if there's any grammar mistake please lmk, I'm dumb and is 4 fcking 30 in da morning omg I should be worry about my sleeping habits

☁️Fluffy ones☁️

Leo has says dumb shit like "The sun is a planet" with a straight face just to start a fight with Donnie, Raph try to calm Donnie saying that he just wanna see him angry and to not mind him

They actually have the closest relationship among the brothers they just don't wanna admit it

They shared a room when they were kids, they still do it time to time, even when they complain for months to splinter about having separated rooms

Leo call themselves twins, Donnie say that it is imposible because of them being different species and how he would rather die that share another singular dna particle with him

Absolutely go to eachothers room to stared at them say sometime like "Fuck off" throw some shit at them and just leave (Leo close the door a little and the just smash it open when leaving)

There's a show that they watch together, if the other find them watching it without them, they would throw the most dramatic tantrum of history

Donnie: I swear is not what you think

Leo: *sobbing*: How could- *sob* and I thought of you as my brother

Donnie confused: but...we...we are bro-

Leo: DON'T TALK TO ME YOU CHEATER *leaves dramatically*

Raph who just enter the room to grab something: the hell is goin on?

Neither of them know who is the oldest, Donnie says it him cause he is smarter, Leo says is him cause he is the "handsomest"

They absolutely adore team rocket as kids, they always would say "prepare for troubles and make it double" whenever they enter a room (mikey was meowht and Raph wobuffet)

We all now that Leo's straight as a circle. Donnie was the first one he came out to, inmediately went to his brothers screaming "You guys owe me 20!!"

The brothers make a bet about Leo's sexuality and when he would come out, Donnie won both

They didn't wanna share a birthday as kids, but neither of them wanted to be the youngest twin, so they choose 2 days and they rotate who's birthday goes first (like, one year Donnie gets the first day and Leo the second, next year Leo gets the first one and Donnie the other and so on) Now neither of them mind having the same day but they think that the other one wouldn't like to change the tradition

They send dumb memes to eachothers

Donnie can sleep whenever he wants, it's his super power, however he often won't sleep because of his projects

Leo has insomnia and can't sleep, he has to be knocked out

There's a 3am twins reunion in the kitchen, they make a whole pizza party once, Raph ground them

They both know ASL, well...something similar, both have non-verbal episodes, so one time they found some ASL book or something, the thing is that neither of them fully understand them and since they have just 3 figers there were sign that were imposible to make, so they kinda made up they own sign lenguage (they call it TSL turtle sign lenguage), they teach Mikey and Raph, Splinter try but couldn't figure it out, and April knows the basic

Even without the TSL, they can tell what the other think right away without any form of comunication, they just look at eachothers and kinda know what the other wants

Leo looking at a non-verbal Donnie: sup?

Donnie:

Leo: Oh really?

Donnie:

Leo: mmmh...sucks to be you, sorry bud...anyways, want sum pizza?

Donnie:

Leo: what? but we had that one the last time

Donnie:

Leo: ugh, fine. But only because you sound pathetic

Raph who once again just enter to grab something: seriously, what the hell?????

Leo loves kpop and somehow convinced Donnie to practice some choreos with him (Donnie loves Twice but he would not admit it in front of Leo. Leo's favorite groups are BlackPink and Everglow)

🧅Angsty ones🧅

Both of them can feel when the other is in danger

They have something similar to "littermate syndrome" (is when two puppies from the same litter are adopted together and develop a really strong bond, to the point to become dependent to eachothers and have horrible separation anxiety, to thw point to stop eating if the other isn't around for a few dahs) when they were kids if they couldn't find the other they would start crying in one place until someone bring them together

Of course they calmed down as they got older, they were fine knowing the other was alive, but after all the Krang stuff happend they went back to how they were before, sobbing and shaking if the other wasn't around and they didn't know where the other was

In the Krangified future after Donnie died Leo didn't speak to anyone for a whole month, and didn't eat until Mikey or April forced him to, he was pretty much an empty vessel for a while until he decided that Donnie would wanted to see the end of this shitty situation

When someone ask him why he kept fighting his answer was "For Donnie's honour"

One of the things Casey Jr love the most about his time travel is seeing Donnie and Leo together, joking around and just being brothers, just how it was

Leo didn't want to used any of Donnie's tech after he died, cause he was afraid to break it and it was everything that was left from him, sometimes he stoped other from using it unconsciously, he stop once he realize that Donnie make them because he knew he would eventually die, and wanted people to use it

When Casey told the others about their deaths Leo went "I'm the superior twin lmao", everyone just stare at him with a what's wrong with you face "what? That's how I cope" he say while waking up from the 38 hours of sleep he had after defeating the krang

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mochie85 · 1 year

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I have a request if you want to do it, basically a kinda tomboyish or masc presenting reader (whichever you prefer) who is also punk and both Loki and reader take a while to get ready but end up looking really different with Loki being all elegant and reader really punkish (I apologize for any mistakes but english isn't my first lenguage)

Just For Tonight - Wheelz

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Summary: Sam, Bucky, and Loki ruin your one night off. So they decide to make it up to you by being your date instead. The entire fic, takes place in a span of one night. Three men. Three dates. What could possibly go wrong? A/N: I'm sorry my dear @kkdvkyya. I know you requested this a while ago and I have a habit of letting my imagination run away with me. So this will be part 1 of 4? I hope you like it, my love. (Also, I added people to the taglist, if you'd like to be taken off. I will not get offended, please let me know) Pairing: Loki x Reader Word Count: 1.5k Warnings: Language, action sequence

As he pulled Loki out the door, Barnes’ metal fingers scraped against his arm. Loki was ready to stand and fight. But Wilson and Barnes didn’t give him a chance as they rushed through half-naked women and leering men alike. Loki sent an image surreptitiously making it rain single dollar bills throughout the whole club. The place erupted in a frenzy as the assailants fought with greedy customers and strippers to get out of their way. Once outside, the men had no qualms about using guns and started shooting at the three Avengers trying to run away.

A deep growl of an engine roared its way into his ears and Loki looked around for it. Hope. That’s what it sounded like. The glossy red car came to a screeching halt in front of them with the front passenger door opening. The engine purred like a caged panther. The humble sports car looked tame and harmless, but the men knew that you had worked on that car relentlessly. And if there were a fast reliable car out there. It would be yours.

All three men looked at the salvation that was offered and didn’t think twice to run towards whatever door opened for them.

“GET IN NOW!” you yelled over Ghostemane playing loud on your stereo. You positioned the car to cover the men as they got in, taking your own riffle out and shooting back at the HYDRA den lords. Bullets were flying left and right as Loki tried to shield you all with his seidr.

“Wheelz! I swear I thought you weren’t gonna make it.” Bucky said as he closed the door.

As soon as the last door closed, you peeled out of there, the men in the car flailing about not having their safety harnesses on.

“Thank God you arrived when you did,” Sam said in the back, his harness clicking into place.

“You’re lucky I decided to come at all Samuel!” You growled out. A sudden silence spread throughout the car. “What the actual FUCK were you guys thinking?! How did you not know that that strip club was a front for HYDRA activity? We’ve only been going over the locations for – oh, I don’t know THE LAST COUPLE OF MONTHS!” You berated them as you made a sharp turn onto the highway, your tires screeching their protest, sending everyone banking to their right.

“Wheelz-” Bucky tried to reach for the radio dial to turn your music down.

You slapped his hand away. Your spiked leather bracelet clanking with his metal arm. “Hey! Driver picks the music. Passenger shuts his pie-hole!”

“Listen, Wheelz-” Bucky tried over your loud music.

“NO! Pie-hole! Shut! You listen! It was my night off. MY ONE NIGHT OFF where I don’t have to cater to Tony’s extravagant mechanical wishes or Steve’s incessant questions about which polish is better to shine his goddam shield with.” You weaved through traffic, narrowly dodging cars left and right as you all made your way through the Manhattan Bridge.

“Sorry.” All three men said out loud at the same time. Their voices harmonized, almost making you laugh at the thought that they could be some kind of boyband. Almost.

“What the hell was so important that you guys had to go to that club and ruin months of work, as well as my one night of peace?” You asked fractionally calmer.

“Well, Laufeyson said he’d never been to a strip club before, and he wanted to see if it actually was anything like what they had on Asgard?” Sam answered sheepishly. His tone got softer the longer he talked, realizing whom he was speaking to.

You took a slow intake of breath. Your lips thinned as you looked in your rearview mirror and saw the god staring back at you, reproachful. Dare you say, slightly ashamed? Rightly so.

“And we’re they?” The vitriol spewed from your lips. Poison on your tongue as you said the words.

“I honestly couldn’t give you an informed answer.” Loki tried to sound confident. “The whole place was dark, the patrons were unsavory, and quite frankly, the entire place smelled like that orange goop you Midgardians like to pass off as Nat’s cheese?” Loki admitted.

“Nacho cheese.” Sam corrected. “But the ladies…” he continued with a Cheshire grin from ear to ear.

“Yes! The girls were so…” Bucky tried to say, but at that moment, you had pulled into the garage of the tower. You sped up and drifted towards your left. The men held on to whatever they could as the car swerved with such ferocity to its final parking spot. The car stood parallel between Roger’s faithful truck and Stark’s new Audi R8.

“Finish the sentence,” you glared at Bucky. “I dare you.”

“Intelligent,” Bucky said.

“Breathtaking,” Sam finished.

“As beautiful as the vixens of Asgard,” Loki embellished. You rolled your eyes and exited the car, slamming your door and waiting for the other three dopes to get out.

Of course, Loki would find the girls at the club attractive. You weren’t born yesterday. Someone as handsome and sophisticated as he would only look for the same in a partner. Someone curvaceous with long flowing hair. Someone who went for the girl aesthetic. Basically, anyone but you.

You didn’t have curves. You were lanky and flat. You kept your hair short to keep it away from your face when you work on the cars and jets. Your look was more suited for the garage or a punk band roadie than they were on a runway. You didn’t shop at the trendiest new stores, instead opting for your dad’s old band t-shirts and just assimilating them to your sense of style.

You hated the fact that you felt this way. You weren’t going to change the way you are just to get the princely god to notice you. But the long-time crush you’ve been nursing didn’t want to let you go. It wouldn’t stop anytime soon. You couldn’t help but resent what you just heard him say.

So, tonight was supposed to be the night you forgot about your juvenile crush on Loki. You relented and finally said yes to a date with Devin. You were adamant that you forget about Loki entirely and tried to focus on someone who was more your scene.

Sam whistled when he saw you standing there waiting for them. “Oooooh, Wheelz. I’ve never seen you so dressed up before.” You looked down confused. You weren’t wearing anything out of the normal from your wardrobe. You had on your Queen band t-shirt underneath a leather corset and matching skirt. Your knee-high Doc Martens kept you warm while your usual black tights were in the hamper waiting to be washed. Other than that, you had on your leather and chain choker with matching bracelets.

True, you would never wear any of these to work- which was usually half the jumpsuit with the arms tied around your waist. It would just get in your way or caught on something. But it never occurred to you that they never saw you outside of work before.

“Ya, you had a date tonight or something?” Bucky asked walking alongside Sam. “Oh god, did we interrupt your date? I’m so sorry!”

“Awe, ya Wheelz. I’m sorry. We’ll make it up to you.” Sam pleaded.

“Not that it’s any of your business. But yes, I was with someone.” You admitted. “And how exactly will you three be making it up to me?”

“We can take you out on a date,” Loki suggested quickly.

“Excuse me?” You screamed.

“It’s only fair. We ruined your night. You had to save us from the evil clutches of HYDRA. I think we can all treat you to a drink at least. Right gentleman?” Loki posed to the other two.

“Hey, that’s a great idea. What do you say Wheelz?” Bucky agreed.

“Ya, we’ll be perfect gentlemen.” Sam decided. This was ridiculous. You only planned on having one date tonight, Devin. Now you had three. And one of them was with the guy you’ve been trying to forget.

You let out a laugh as you paced back and forth. You looked at the three of them. Your coworkers. Your friends. They really did start looking like a boy band the way they stood there waiting for you. Bucky leaning on the hood of your car. Sam leaning on the open door. And Loki. Loki standing with his arms crossed and a wicked smirk on his face.

“OK. Some conditions.” You assented.

“Name it, it’s yours,” Loki said as he stared into your eyes.

“It happens tonight. I don’t have any other night off.”

“Done.” All three nodded.

“Two. No hanky-panky. This is payment for a botched night off.”

“Ahh, gross. You’re like one of my best friends Wheelz.” Bucky said as you rolled your eyes.

“Ya, you’re like my little sister,” Sam added.

“Three. I get to decide what we do.”

“Deal.” All three of the men agreed.

“Ok, then. Just for tonight.”

“Yo! Let’s go!” Sam excitedly sat back in the car. Bucky started clapping on his way back to the passenger seat, excited that the night wasn’t over. You walked back towards the driver seat and Loki opened the door for you to get in.

“Just for tonight,” he whispered as he helped you get back into the car. “I shall be yours.” He held your hand and delicately kissed your fingers. With a heated gaze and a deep sigh, he said, “And you will be mine.”

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themore12 · 2 years

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If i can add to the backhugs post, Leona would also hook his fingers in the hoop thingy of the uniform pants.

He's also the time of guy that puts an arm around your shoulder/neck when you walk down the halls (like behind and let the rest of the arm fall on the chest, idk how to explain english it's not my first lenguage--)

Like this, and loves when you hold it

Bonus points of you walk in front of Malleus' class, he gets so smug.

Back hugs part 2! (Only Leona)

He is a cocky man we all know that, but what you didn't know was how cocky he was.

He would be walking into your class which isn't his class most of the time with the smuggest grin you could ever imagine as If he was saying with his smug grin that he won the world.

There was a class that you take that's the same class as Malleus, and Leona always walks in that class with an arm around your neck or an arm around your waist most of the time.

He could feel always feel Malleus staring at him with the most monochrome look ever.

Malleus respects your love life, but sometimes he does wonder how did you ever get together with Leona.

He would walk the halls with an arm around your neck most of the time and it would deter anyone in your way every time.

If you're talking with someone that's a bit too touchy and is making you uncomfortable, he would randomly appear even though he wasn't there in the first place, and then he would wrap an arm around your waist and glare at whoever is making you uncomfortable.

As i said before scary cat privileges!!!

(I'm so sorry if this feels rushed lolllll. because I'm trying to continue everything in my drafts to post.) As per usual English is not my first language so sorry if there's any mistakes! also thanks for giving me an idea! I made this the first time i saw it so lolllll

#twisted wonderland #twst #leona kingscholar #twst leona #leona kingscholar x reader #twst leona x reader #leona x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #this was not the one i planned to post today but sure #lol #actually i like this one

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thaboah · 1 year

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Bones and flowers!

I had and idea. This is my first fanfic and english isn't my first language. I'm sorry for all the mistakes.

Couple: Heimdall x modern!Reader

Summary: You're a witch, a modern witch. It's 2023 and all your friends call you crazy for still believing in magic. But you're sure as hell that you're going to have a 10 on the test tomorrow, all thanks to your spell. Maybe you were going to have a 10 but, wait a minute, this is not your room. Where the hell you are?

Warnings: Bad lenguage, Heimdall being Heimdall, female!reader, reader isn't very smart.

One more candle and it's done. You have finished the spell, tomorrow you're going to have a 10. All of your friends are going to be so jealous, and they will have to accept that magic is real. At least that is what you thought before going to sleep.

- Part 1: Where I am? -

I woke up on what at first I thought it was my room, then when I sat on the bed I saw. Something was clearly wrong. What the fuck? When my room had been cleaned? And where is my stuff? WHY IS EVERYTHING MADE OF WOOD?

My first reaction, I think it's the reaction that everyone would do in the same situation. Scream, I screamed like a child, while I was walking around the room trying to figure out if this was a kind of sick joke. Maybe somewhere in that place was hidden a camera.

I understand that I wasn't in any kind of joke when a woman show up, telling me to shut up. The woman was huge, she had long blond hair, and she was dressed with a blue dress. I can't say more about his aparience. In self-defense, I was scared as hell and I decided to pick the first thing I saw. It was some kind of cup with water. I didn't put to much attention on details, and I threw the cup at the mysterious woman.

— What are you doing?! — The woman yelled at me, maybe it wasn't my best idea. What follows, I think it's even worse. I ran away.

— Okay, Y/N, this shit is happening, some kind of creeps have kidnapped you. — I said to my self while i was looking for a way out. I saw a giant gate, so I tried to push it but it's heavy so it can only open a small gap which I went through. Where the hell I am? This is clearly not my house, not my city. I mean, this isn't even a city, this is a village.

The woman came out behind me, opening that door as if nothing had happened. She seemed very angry, but I decided not to stay to check it out.

— HELP! SOMEBODY, PLEASE HELP ME! — I began to scream with all my might, with tears of fear I witnessed the great wall that practically surrounded the entire city. There had to be a door, right? What kind of person builds a wall without a door?

The screams of the woman saying to go back there were already far away, she was beginning to think that she would get out of this. Although he still did not understand where he could be. Maybe in some kind of sect? Had sectarians kidnapped me? It didn't make sense, but at the time nothing seemed to make sense.

Before I wanted to realize it, I had collided face-first into the wall. I looked up, I definitely wasn't going to climb that wall, it was so tall, what kind of suicidal idiot would?

I had thousands of questions, but I couldn't stop running. At least my clothes were intact, for once I was glad to wear a tracksuit to sleep, instead of normal pajamas. If I couldn't cross to the other side of the wall, at least I wasn't going to stop.

Although I was beginning to get tired, I was not a very athletic person, only what was necessary and what was necessary had already exceeded its limit for a while. I got to what looked like some kind of corral and jumped over the fence, though I landed on my face.

I hadn't even processed what had just happened, I had just sat on the ground caressing my sore cheek, when I saw what looked like some kind of pissed off bull-lion. The universe had to be playing some kind of practical joke on me. That wasn't even a real animal!

I crossed my arms in front of my face to protect it and squeezed my eyes shut. I had already assumed that he was going to hit me, but I didn't even have the energy to dodge. It all got very strange when the blow started to take too long and the voice of someone approaching sounded in the distance.

— I've seen stupid mortals, but you, oh girl, you hit the jackpot. — I looked up to see a young man, wearing a strange outfit decorated with gold and various symbols. He was definitely in some weird kind of cult. He had never seen anyone wear something like that, not that it looked bad on him but it was weird.

— AaaaAAaaA — It was all that came out of my mouth, without leaving the ground I backed away as the unknown approached, I couldn't stop looking at his eyes and his hair, they were beautiful. Although again my head was unable to function. There were so many things to process, I was so confused and scared that when my back hit the fence the only thing I could think of was to pick up a broken stick that was next to me and point it at the man. — I don't know who you are but if you take one more step I'm going to-! — In fact, I didn't had a blunt threat. Hit him with the stick when he had a sword at his waist? Wait. WHY THE FUCK WOULD ANYONE CARRY A SWORD?

As he came closer to me, I gripped the stick even more tightly. Which was pointless because as soon as I bother him I just rip it out of my hand and throw it away.

— Are you so stupid that you don't even know where you are or who I am? — I shook my head, staring at him. Which he also did, he kept looking at my eyes, which made this the most uncomfortable situation in the world. She was desperate for an answer and for it to be correct. Although answering helped me, I said the first thing that came to mind while shrugging my shoulders:

— Madrid and you are from Madrid? — Maybe if I had paid more attention in class now I would know how to answer. The man seemed confused for a couple of seconds, but then, with a kind of anger that he tried to control. He lifted me by the shoulder and forced me to stand up.

The man began to walk as he spoke, I followed him without many other options:

— Stupid mortal, you are in Asgard and I am Heimdall, God of foresight. — I had long since stopped questioning things. If that boy wanted to be God of something, good for him. I followed him through the streets without saying anything.

— I'm not sure of what plans has Odin for you, but i'm sure you're going to be a big disappointment. —

Odin, where have I heard that name before?

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Finished, hope you like it. And wish me luck, now I have an exam! Haha :)

Part 2

#heimdall god of war #gow heimdall #heimdall #heimdall x reader #gow x reader #female reader #gow ragnarok #gow #gow fanfic #god of war x reader #god of war ragnarok #god of war

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shamelesstrekkie13 · 1 year

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AOS Christopher Pike x Reader after a big fight

Hiii!! So, this is my first time publishing a fanfic in here, so if I'm making any mistakes, please tell me! Also, you can send me requests for any characters of Star Trek, Percy Jackson, Shadow and Bone or Harry Potter :) Also, I should warn you that English isn't my main lenguage, so, I'm sorry for any mistakes I might've made. I really hope you enjoy this fic!

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I don't think there's anything to warn about. There are a couple cursewords, and the word "kill" does appear, but it's all very light.

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After I stormed out of Chris’ quarters, I went to the Mess Hall, searching for Sulu, so that he could cheer me up. This wasn’t our first fight, but it was the biggest one yet. The reason why we fought was a really stupid reason, which usually wouldn’t have made either one of us mad, but the stress got to us. So I started getting annoyed and a disagreement became a full on fight. And then, because Chris was also under a lot of stress (because of his captaincy of the Enterprise), the relatively normal fight became the biggest fight we’ve ever had. We started calling eachother names that neither one of us meant, but Chris crossed a line after calling me clingy, needy and 'too much'. And by 'crossed a line' I mean completely shattered my heart.

Honestly, the only reason why that bothered me so much is because my love language is a hundred percent physical touch. It’s one of the few things that make me feel loved and secure, and it’s my first method of showing love. I’ve always loved hugging and stroking or something as simple as holding hands, because that’s how the message of love got across from one person to another. With Chris being my superior, we could hardly do this kind of thing in front of other people, and since we both work so much, we didn’t have a lot of time for us either. That’s why Chris calling me 'clingy' and 'needy' and 'too much' hit me so hard. I didn’t even know I was 'too much'. For me this was a completely normal thing, it didn’t even cross my mind that it could be annoying. After hearing Chris tell me that, the only thing I could do was get out of his quarters as soon as possible, so that I wouldn’t break down in front of the person who called me 'too much.' That hurt in so many ways that I just couldn’t even look at him without hurting all over again.

I found Sulu sitting on a table with Chèkov, and I immediately went over to them, to explain and vent about what happened. As soon as they saw me, they knew something bad happened, I’m guessing because I didn’t greet them in my usual cheery and optimistic way. I sat down and sighed profoundly, and then I began explaining everything. While I was explaining the events trying desperately not to cry, Chèkov got up and went towards the replicator to order us some alcohol. When he came back with all the shots of tequila, I drank them all, without even thinking that some of those would be for them too.

“I just don’t understand how he could say something like that” I continued venting. “It makes no sense. He never once complained about me being needy or clingy or annoying. What if that’s what he’s been thinking all this time but never told me?”

I started spirling and questioning everything about our relationship, because we had only been dating for almost a year, even though we had loved each other for much longer, but due to our ranks in StarFleet, neither of us had acted on our feelings. We didn’t even know if the other one felt the same way we did.

“I wouldn’t say that” started Sulu “that man is crazy for you. I can’t even imagine him saying anything like this to you”

Everybody knew about my way of showing love. Most people found it cute, and said they’d love to have a girlfriend who showed so much affection. Everybody jokingly said that the Captain didn’t need to be worried about any cheating. I loved too hard to ever cheat.

“I agree with him. You should talk to him, I’m sure it was just the stress talking” said Chèkov with his pronounced accent.

“But that’s the thing. Even if he said it because of the stress, doesn’t that mean that at some point in our relationship he felt that way?” I started to tear up again “Maybe everybody’s right and I love too hard”

Sulu and Chèkov looked at each other before addressing me.

“You loving so hard is something unique. And it’s a good thing. And even if he feels like that, which is hard to believe, you deserve much better. You are awesome, girl.”

When Sulu finished his pep talk, Chèkov commented too:

“If the captain truly feels like that, then we’ll help you move on. We’ll call Nyota and she’ll create a party for you to drink and dance your pain away.”

At that moment I felt so lucky to have the friends that I have. To have support through those dark days that everybody has. I looked at them gratefully.

Soon enough, Nyota and Spock joined us at the table, and she started to tell a story about a cadet that touched the wrong thing and caused a blackout in the entire ship. Even though I knew exactly what she was doing, which was to distract me from my chaotic love life, I followed her lead.

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Captain Pike was a very busy man. He was the captain of the Federation’s flag ship. He was in constant stress because of a million things, but today it felt different. Maybe because of the headache he woke up with. Or maybe because of the huge fight he had had earlier with his girlfriend. Yeah, that was probably it. He didn’t know what came over him. He just snapped when she got close to hug him. Maybe it was because he was late for his shift, and captains can never be late. It could also be because of the meeting he had that afternoon with Admiral Marcus, which made him really nervous and even more stressed than he already was. He didn’t know how to feel about Admiral Marcus, and because of that, he needed to be careful around him.

Pike couldn’t afford to not be at his maximum when the time of the meeting with the Admiral came. He thought he should distract himself with work, because there was nothing left to do to prepare for the meeting, so the only thing he could do was work until the time came.

It sounds as if Pike was going to a meeting to find out if he was guilty or innocent of some crime, but that wasn’t the case at all. Just the presence of Admiral Marcus caused this reaction in him. The goal was to go to that meeting free of stress, but now, after the fight he had had with his girlfriend, he was more stressed than ever. He was also worried. Like, sick worried. Because he obviously didn’t mean anything he had said to her, but he knew he fucked up. He knew it, and he was terrified of the consequences of his fuck up. He loved his girlfriend more than anything, she was there for him no matter what, even after his torture. Not many people would’ve stayed after an event like that. He loved her for that. He also loved the way she loved him. The way she loved in general. He loved everything about her, because her love was all he needed to survive. And she had more than enough love for him. All those things he had called her in their fight were repeating in his mind, like an infinite, torturous loop. He didn’t mean a single word of what he had said.

He also knew that she loved harder than anyone, despite everything that had happened to her in her life. And he admired that above everything else. Her capacity for love was extraordinary, and he might’ve just lost her. No, he definitely lost her. And he couldn’t deal with the implications of that loss right now. Not when he had a ship to run, not when he had a meeting with one of the Admirals of StarFleet. Not when he knew that when he started processing that loss, he would break down, and he wouldn’t recover. He couldn’t. It was just impossible to move on from a love like that, especially when it was his own fault that the relationship had ended.

Pike entered engineering, to distract himself from the heartbreak he was sure would kill him. He had to oversee a repair procedure on the warp core, to make sure nobody fucked it up. He started walking around engineering, not caring about the repair anymore, just trying to make sense of his thoughts. He walked past a console when a memory hit him. Over a year ago, a shipwide failure happened, knocking the Enterprise out cold. You were there, in engineering, on that same console, trying to revive the ship. You had found a solution on how to fix the problem, and he thought “damn, she’s smart.” And he was right. You were one of the smartest people he had ever met. He also thought you’d have a boyfriend, because it was impossible for a woman like you to be single for long. But, luckily for him, you were single. And the rest was history.

The time to meet Admiral Marcus had come, and the captain made his way to his ready room, to meet the Admiral on a call. He had no clue why this meeting was happening, which was worrying. He started thinking, once again, that maybe StarFleet Command would want to retire him from the chair, because of the torture. And that was an unthinkable thought. When he had thoughts like this, you were always by his side, ready to shine and dissipate all the shadows that were clouding his mind. But you weren’t there now. And you probably wouldn’t be anymore. So he had to force his thoughts away from his mind, which was very difficult to do, since there were shadows everywhere, and your light wasn’t there.

The computer informed him about Admiral Marcus calling him, and so he straightened his spine and accepted the call.

“Good afternoon, Captain. You look like hell.”

“Good afternoon, Admiral. I must say, I have no idea why this meeting was scheduled in the first place, and that has been making me nervous.”

The captain was trying to keep his nerves under control, so that he wouldn’t say anything stupid.

“Well, you can relax, Chris. StarFleet Command has decided to promote you to Admiral due to your admirable strength against Nero. Congratulations.”

Pike felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He felt an enormous relief that nobody was forcing him to retire. His next thought was to tell you about his promotion, and then he remembered he hadn’t seen you since the fight. So he decided to go see you, have you back, and tell you the news. He started to see everything from a different perspective, and he decided that he may have fucked up, but he wouldn’t give up so easily. He wanted you by his side, and it saddened him that you weren’t there when Admiral Marcus had told him about his promotion.

“Those are excellent news, Admiral. I’d like to thank whoever made this decision, because it’s something I’ve been waiting for a long time. If you excuse me, I have people to share this news to. Have a nice day, sir.”

He hung up without waiting for an answer, and got out of his ready room on long, fast strides. He asked the computer where you were so that he could go and talk to you about both the fight and his promotion. Chris realised that if he was going to be Admiral, he didn’t want to be it without you. If it hadn’t been for you he probably wouldn’t even be on Starfleet right now, due to the torture.

When he arrived at the mess hall, he saw you with Sulu, with all kinds of alcoholic beverages on the table and a couple of them in your hands. You were laughing at something Sulu had said, and Chèkov was explaining something, gesturing a lot with his hands, and you looked really interested at what he was saying. Suddenly, Pike wished that it was him at whom you were laughing and dedicating that beautiful smile.

Chèkov saw the captain and stopped speaking abruptly. He then said something to you in quiet whispers. You turned around and looked straight at Chris. The captain’s heart started to beat at an unsafe rhythm, faster with each step you took towards him.

“We should talk” You said

“Yes, we should,” the captain agreed.

Chris took your hand and practically dragged you to his quarters. Once you both got there, he held both your hands and started talking.

“First of all, I need you to know that I didn’t mean a single thing that I said this morning. I love the way you love me, and your way of showing affection. I was really stressed about my meeting with Marcus, and I took it out on you. And I’m terribly sorry for that. I thought my whole future at StarFleet was in danger, and instead of letting you help me, I snapped at you. It will never happen again, because now I know what would happen to me if you ever left me. Just today, after the fight, I was absolutely terrified of you leaving me. For a moment there, I thought we might never be us again. And then, I had my meeting with Admiral Marcus, and he told me that I’ve been promoted to Admiral. The first thing I thought after being relieved that nobody was forcing me to retire was you. Without you, I probably wouldn’t even be on StarFleet after my torture. You’re the reason for this. You’re the reason for every single good thing in my life. You’re everything. So, I really hope you can forgive me for my fuck up. If you do forgive me, I have a lot of good ideas on how to celebrate our accomplishment.”

You were left speechless. After Chris’ speech, you felt as if you were going to cry and just break down right there of happiness and relief.

“So you never meant anything you said this morning? I was starting to think that maybe you felt that way all along and that you weren’t happy or that maybe I really was ‘too much’” Your eyes were tearing up slowly, and the captain realised that.

Chris’ heart broke from just hearing your self-doubts. His heart broke a little bit more when he remembered that he was the cause of your self-doubts.

“I would never think that. You’re more than enough, and I could never have ‘too much’ of you. In case you didn’t realise, I’m madly in love with you, and I’m absolutely horrified by the words that I said earlier today.”

As if the captain couldn’t restrain himself anymore, he took a step forward and engulfed you on a huge bear hug. He held you tightly for several minutes, enjoying your body temperature and having you in his arms once again. He rested his face on the crook of your neck and inhaled deeply, as if he wanted to memorise your smell and never forget it. He whispered how sorry he was in your ear and kissed you several times on your cheek and neck, as if tasting the most delicious and sweet food.

“Chris, this morning I’ve also said a couple of things that I didn’t mean at all. So, really, I’m at fault here too. And I love you too. You’re also one of the most loyal, kind and smart men I’ve ever met, and I’m really grateful to have you as my partner.” You held him tighter than ever too. You had missed him terribly throughout this day.

You cupped your lover’s cheeks and directed his lips towards yours.

Sure enough, that night neither of you slept much.

#christopher pike #captain christopher pike #christopher pike x reader #captain pike #captain pike x reader #star trek #star trek aos #star trek alternate original series #star trek enterprise #aos star trek #fanfiction #star trek fanfiction #chris pike

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sug4r-sp1c3 · 11 months

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May I request general dating hcs for Paul and patryck (Seperatly) from eddsworld? 💅

Paul makes me go on simp mode..

(btw, since patryck apperiances in the show where just REWARDS that the REAL patryck had for donating, i'll use the FANON patryck[the one that is used on Fanfics, comics, fan-stuff, etc.]

Paul and Patryck Dating HC!

Paul

OH MY GOD WHERE DO IT START

he's an idiot and a dummy, thats for sure

well now he's all that x73404938 JUST BECAUSE OF YOU

he will probably try to end his work at the army sooner just to see you

or if you are with him well, basically beg to the red leader to put you in missions or stuffy like that with him

he would try to hide the smell of cigarrette's

I SAID TRY

speaking about try

he would try to get you flowers or tiny stuff!

or even if he saw something shiny around the army he would pick it up and if its like a ring he would give it to you!

and if this isn't enough to you to be sure that that boy haves something with you..

after some monts!(or even a year i could say) he wil ask you out!

in his own way ofc

the current dates would be(in the case that you aren't in the army), a night dinner or just movie nights! or things like that

if you ARE in the army. The dates would be just walking around the place, going to some places to practice, or even just have a lunch together!

[just imaginated him and you on the army's like caffeteria. in a normal table but with a red blanket, like if you both where in a restaurant, hehe]

HE'S A SWEETHEART LIKE OMG

probably when he gets you flowers they would be kinda dead or even with some petals falling

and he isn't proud of it

he murmures a sorry as he insists that he will get you something better

(SOBBING OVER THE FACT THAT I COULDN'T FIND A GIF ASJHDJS SORRYYYYY)

Patryck

feeling like this bitch would deny all at the start

"i'm not doing it i'm not-"

he keeps saying until he realizes he has been doing tiny things for you..

for example: you both are in the army? he holds you doors and tells the leader to not worry about you and basically speaks good abt you

or when you pass he stares at you, not creepy, just with a tiny shine(and it isn't until Paul tells him that if he's paying attention or when you leaved)

he would start with tiny things

shinning things that he finds, flowers, coffee.

until he forces himself to ask you out

or well try

he would try to insunuate that he is in love with you like sometimes being there when you don't even need him, trying to go out in missions(if you are in the army ofc)

he's there if you are hurt

or when you are hurt he finds an excuse to go and visit you!(and brings some flowers, or even sends, but. lets keep that as a secret)

he tries to be serious or un-expressive around you

but probably fails miserably

You would have to make the first move if you both want to be something..bc it would take him like...4 dating months

[this isn't mine! it was made by fnafhs-aesthetics ! if you are a fan of FHS and want a banner or an icon go and check their profile!]

sorry if they are any spell mistakes english isn't my original lenguage!(its Spanish lolz)

#ew paul x reader #ew patryck x reader #ew x reader #sug4r-sp1c3 #x reader

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mychaoticminddark · 15 days

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Soon Update

I know I don't update before but the adult life absorb me too many time, any way, I hope this week or the next week I update a new story meanwhile I'm gonna update the first story I make but in my natal lenguage that is Spanish so if You find some mistake in the english writting is because it isn't my natal lenguage and I make my best to write good in english because I pass like 5 years without writte in english or practice good so I sorry, well I hope been more active this year

#personal #mod #mod talks #soon actualitation

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chupenguin · 10 months

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Can you tell me about the hunting dogs (tachihara included) :]

OH GOD SURE I'M SO HAPPY I CAN RAMBLE ABOUT MY AU

(by first lenguage isn't english sorry if there's any mistake or if i get to techilical)

Out of them Tachihara and Tetcho are the only figure skaters, but that doesn't mean the others are not atheletes

Fukichi was a hockey player when he was younger, and an olympic athelet at the same time Fukuzawa was so, hockey player x figure skater, but make it childhood friends to crushes to exes without even dating to strangers. Fukichi is now Sports and Culture minister and works to support diferent winter sports fedesatiosn, because those ones tend to be played less atention

Jouno I haven't planed a lot, because i want to research on paralimpic winter sports for blind or partially sighted atheletes but I haven't had the time, my first idea was skiing

Teruko is a hockey player, captain of the Japan woman team

Tetcho is the one with more development because I choose him as the same countru rival for Chuuya, so he's a figure skater but he's a more powerfull one. Lots of quads, simpler choreos and steps sq, plain outfits.... take Nathan Chen as en exanple. Or maybe even Keegan Messing (if you make him seruous intead of goofy, but that kind of power). Like, his edges are never called, he tends to overotate triples, and his spins tend to be lower level because he's not very flexible, but he's a really good skater. He always choose clasic japaness songs as music.

Tachihara i'm working on his part of the fic rn! He was a single skater, following his brother footsteps but never really got anywhere, so when he joined Yokohama Stray Club, they suggested he could change into pairs. He was paired with Gin, and neither of them were happy with it at first, but then they realized they were a good team (trained under Hirotsu eye) and stared to say: Hey, what if we fuck up with the ISU???? So they skate to punk music, wear the same costumes (Gin doesn't wear a dress), do reverse lifts.... everything the ISU hates. My inspo for them is mostly. I don't really have any inspo for them, because most skating pairs still lean more into ellegant and clasic sides of the discipline.

But (even if they're ice dancers and not pairs skaters) Lim/Quan have pretty much the vibe I want for Tachihara and Gin: happy and defiant

#bsd #ask #bsd hunting dogs #sorry if it got to long

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angry-geese · 2 years

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Hello! I saw you requests were open, if they aren't you can totally ignore this! :)

I was wondering a platonic scenario with a fem! Reader with Nanami and Ijichi. (If it's too difficult for ijichi just Nanami) the reader enters the jujutsu high because she wants to be just like ijichi, an assistant or secretary, like wants to be in the jujutsu world but not exactly in the spotlight or is against fighting (?) She admires both of them a lot, how they have infinite patience and almost seeing them as a parental figure.

(I imagine this case being similar to Ino's)

I wanna see the reactions of them when the reader one day ask for permission to fight, and turns out they were a special grade sorcerer lol

Sorry for mistakes! English isn't my first lenguage.

thank you in advance ♡

Of course <3

Platonic Nanami Kento x Reader, plus some platonic Ijichi x Reader

Warnings: canon typical violence. Minor blood and injury. Reader pulls a Yuuta in this (it'll make sense if you've read chapter 172 skhdkdhd), fem!reader

a/n: I don't go into detail about the reader's cursed technique but it's implied she can use a reversed cursed technique. Most of this was edited on mobile so apologies for any formatting errors! <3

Word count: just under 3.6k :)

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It takes you a moment to register that the ringing you hear is your phone, not your alarm.

You sit up and squint. No light comes in through the cracks in your curtains. The alarm clock on your side table reads 5:30. Another thirty minutes before it's supposed to go off. There's no caller ID. So you turn your phone to silent and close your eyes. Nearly ten minutes pass as you wait for sleep, yet it never comes. Your mother always asks you what it's like living in Tokyo. It's such a dangerous city, she'd say. Not a good place for young women on their own. You'd remind her that cities are the same everywhere, and that Tokyo is nothing new. You lie in bed for as long as possible, wishing for the day to not start. But you can only lay there as the sun drags you into this dreaded day.

You put the kettle on to boil. There's a knock at the door.

Nanami.

He stands with his umbrella held open. His hair is wet, much like he was caught in a downpour. The outside air has a stale feeling to it, signaling more rain. The light from your porch casts harsh shadows across Nanami's face, making him look much more stern than he really is.

“I called, but you didn't answer.” He says.

"I'm sorry," you say, "if I had known you were going to stop by, I would have gotten dressed."

"There's no need to apologize," he says. "If I wasn't in the area, I would have given you more warning before stopping by. I’ve been assigned a job in Hokkaido, to exorcize a grade two curse that’s been discovered there. I figured I'd stop by before heading to the train station.”

You watch as he shifts his weight from foot to foot. He looks as if he’s about to ask to come in, but decides against it at the last second.

“Would you like some coffee?” You ask. “I just put the water on to boil.”

“That sounds nice,” he says with a nod.

You gather two mugs from your cabinet. You're out of creamer, but there's a can of sweetened condensed milk in your cupboard. You make a mental list of some things to pick up at the supermarket today: rice vinegar, milk, flour. Nanami takes his coffee plain—you remember that. You fill each cup with the thin, dark liquid, leaving some room in yours.

"I got this new bread—from the bakery down the street, if you'd like some. It's cinnamon, and hazelnut." You say. "Supposedly the nuts were imported from the US. I don't know if I believe that, though. Have you ever been there, Nanamin?"

"A few times," he says, taking a sip of his coffee.

He refuses to elaborate further. Your attempt at idle small talk has fallen flat on it's face.

"Have any civilians come across it?" You ask. “This cursed spirit, I mean.”

He nods. "That's how it was discovered—a fisherman reported strange lights and noises coming from an abandoned building, yet was too frightened to investigate. Another sorcerer was dispatched, but was unsuccessful in exorcizing it."

“Any casualties?”

“Yes.” He says. He speaks clinically, and coldly. It's the same tone he always takes on when speaking about work. “A group of teenagers snuck into the building. One survived, and is still in critical condition. The other died on the way to the hospital. At the moment, it's being covered as a gas leak, and the public is advised against going near it. This curse supposedly isn't very tough, but it's intelligent, and is proving to be a problem for anyone who comes across it.”

In one swig, he drains the last of his coffee. You move to pour him another. The slice of bread in front of him remains untouched. Yours is in the same state. You pick at the crust, but can't bring yourself to take a bite.

“Can I come with you?” You ask, suddenly.

Nanami recoils. Though whether this is from shock, or something else entirely, you can't tell. You like to think of yourself as good at reading people. A sorcerer has to be. In your line of work, that can be the difference between life or death. But Nanami Kento has always stumped you, and you’ve never been able to figure out why. He’s straightforward in everything he does. He knows what he wants, and he knows how to communicate that. There's never been an ulterior motive to his actions. Yet you often find yourself confused as to what he may be thinking.

“It's your day off, are you sure you want to go?" he says, finally. “You likely won't be receiving any pay for this. And it's an overnight trip, meaning we’re staying at a hotel up there."

You nod. "I could use the practice. I'm getting rusty doing all this manager training."

Nanami sighs. Whether with exasperation, or something else, you can't tell. "As long as you're not overworking yourself. Ijichi is already at the hotel. He’ll fill us in on the rest of the information when we arrive there.”

It doesn't take you all that long to get ready on a normal day, and today is no exception to that. Alongside your purse, you gather an overnight bag of clothes, and some travel-sized toiletries. You wouldn't dare use hotel shampoo on your hair. Most of this is already put together, as in your earlier days in this job you saw plenty of overnight trips. When you’re going to be leaving for a different city at a moment's notice, things like this are a lifesaver.

You arrive at the train station with roughly five minutes to spare. Less time than Nanami would prefer to have, but still on time. With him, if he’s not fifteen minutes early to an event, he considers himself late. As you started your career at Jujutsu Tech, training under him, that took you longer to figure out than you'd like to admit. Nanami would always get so agitated if you showed up with five minutes to spare. In the few minutes it takes you to purchase a ticket, the train has shown up.

A train ride from Tokyo to Hokkaido runs just about four hours. If you were to go by plane, it would take a little under two. It's just after one by the time you arrive in Hokkaido, and exactly fifteen minutes after that, you’re at your hotel.

There's not much time to rest, as there’s a knock at the door once you finally sit down. Ijichi. He greets you with a nod. His hands are folded neatly in front of him.

“I’ll explain on the way.” He says.

You take that as your cue to gather your things, and step out into the hall.

“We’re looking at a semi grade one curse,” Ijichi says. “Originally it was classed as a grade two, but the higher ups have since changed their rating. It's physical strength is only that of a grade two, but it's intelligent enough that it's managed to evade all other attempts of exorcize it.”

So that's why they called in Nanami.

You wish you had time to pick up lunch before work, but coffee will have to do. Knowing Nanami, he’ll want to check out a restaurant afterwards. He always does when you’re on out-of-town jobs like this.

“Currently, we have the building closed to the public.” Continues Ijichi. “On public records, it's a gas leak. Civilians are being advised to stay away while ‘repairs’ are being made.”

“What was the building used for originally?” You ask. “Was it a school?”

Ijichi shakes his head. “It was last used as a convenience store. Before that, a bakery. But it's been abandoned since the nineties.”

“What about the land?” Asks Nanami. “Any burial grounds nearby?”

“Up until the sixties, the land was nothing more than an empty field.” Ijichi says. “There's no records of any burials taking place nearby. The area itself holds little religious significance.”

There's a blast of humid air as you step out onto the sidewalk. The air has a stale feeling to it, as if it’ll rain soon. The day is setting out to be warm and muggy.

He leads you to a black car. The windows are tinted to the point that seeing inside is impossible. Nanami takes the passenger seat, leaving you to sit in the back. You complain loudly, but he silences you with a glare.

“Are there records of any deaths in the building?” You ask.

Again, Ijichi shakes his head. You frown.

The lack of records doesn't mean much. A death could have occured on the property, and have been covered up. Such a thing isn’t unheard of. If the death was violent enough, it creates the perfect conditions to grow a curse. Especially if the deceased doesn't get a proper burial.

The curse you’re dealing with must be young.

The drive is only about fifteen minutes, and the remaining part of the ride is silent. Slowly the buildings begin to thin out, leaving you in a sparsely populated part of town. The road is rough here. At some point in time it starts raining.

Ijichi opens the car door for you, and you step out. The air smells heavily of rain.

The building itself is in good shape, considering its age, and lack of maintenance. There's yellow tape across the front door. Plenty of warning signs are laid about. Not that it stops everyone from entering.

“Just… stay behind me,” Nanami says. “No wandering off. No rushing into danger. No needlessly throwing yourself into the middle of a fight.”

“Those last two are the exact same thing,” you say.

He glares back at you.

“I'll be alright,” you say, smiling weakly. “I had the best teacher after all!”

Nanami narrows his eyes. “Gojo?”

He only looks more confused when you laugh.

The smell is the first thing to hit you. The sickeningly sweet smell of decay, barely masked by the scent of wood rot, and residuals. The inside of the building has been gutted. No furniture remains. Much of the wall panels have been stripped away, revealing pipes and wiring. The beady eyes of a rat glint at you from the corner of the room. It quickly scurries away as you step closer. Glass crunches underfoot as you approach the counter. The cash register remains, but is rusted, and empty. Among the things left behind are an open sign, a single table, and a vending machine. Many of the tiles are water damaged, and warped.

“See anything?” You ask.

“No.” Nanami says. “It may be too early in the day for this curse to come out. We’ll have better luck once the sun begins to set.”

The door to the basement is chained, and padlocked. The smell grows much stronger the closer you are to it.

A pair of bolt cutters would fix that chain right quick. The lock is pretty rusty too, you doubt it would be very difficult to just break it off- maybe with a rock or something.

"I'm guessing that lock is there for a reason," Nanami says.

Of the talents you’ve picked up at Jujutsu Tech, getting into places where you’re not supposed to be is one of them. From your hair, you sacrifice two bobby pins. You wedge the two bent pins into the lock. It takes a bit of fumbling. The angle it's at makes this a lot more difficult than it needs to be. The padlock comes free with a pop!

Nanami gives you a look that can be read as both pride and disappointment. As you step between him and the doorframe, he blocks your way with his arm. "You're a manager," he says. "It's best if you assist from the sidelines. There's no need for you to take on this fight."

There's a few inches of standing water in the basement. You only realize this as you reach the bottom of the stairs, and step directly in it. You grimace at the feeling of water soaking through your shoes. It's too dark to get a good view of it, but you’re certain that water isn't clear.

The water ripples as a set of eyes fall on you. They’re set low in the water, making it appear much deeper than it really is. The stench of decay hangs so heavy in the air that it chokes you. They sit above the water for a moment, before disappearing below it.

Nanami is quick to draw his blade, holding it close to his body. The air grows heavy with the sudden swell of his cursed energy.

“Someone’s died here.” You say quietly. Recently.

That's when a set of hands reaches out and pulls you into the barrier.

This room looks identical to the last, except it's mirrored, and there's more water damage on the ceiling. It looks as if this place was submerged entirely at one point. The bitter smell of cursed energy is hardly noticeable over the smell of wood rot. Somewhere in the dark, the sound of something dripping is audible.

A cold feeling crawls up your spine. As something else enters the barrier behind you, the feeling of cursed energy becomes immense. The water around your ankles turns black in color, and rises slightly.

The curse itself is rather skeletal in nature. Long, stringy hair hangs in its face. In the dark, it's nearly impossible to get a good look at it, but you’re certain that’s a few arms too many. When it stands on its hind legs, there's no way it's less than twelve feet tall. It has to duck, or else it's head hits the ceiling. Both sets of its eyes fall on you.

Its arm comes down hard to the left, hitting the ground with enough force to crack it. Foul smelling water splatters across the room. The dark color of it is much more obvious now. It has a strange metallic smell to it.

Something cold and boney wraps around your ankle, invisible under the water, before tugging on it violently. You hit the ground hard, black water splashing all around you. You let that cursed energy flow into your fingertips, gathering in strength. You bring your fist out, catching the curse square in its stomach. It gives way with a crunch! Part of its body is blown away with the force. And it recoils, letting out a screech so terrible that you clamp your hands over your ears. It does little to block out the noise. Momentarily, you're deafened.

This time you’re much less prepared for its attack. A clawed hand comes down hard on your left, and if you hadn't moved back, it would have torn well through your torso. You reinforce your arms with cursed energy, avoiding any major damage, but it still hurts. This curse doesn't appear to be tiring out any time soon. Keeping your limbs reinforced with cursed energy throughout the entirety of a fight isn't impossible, but it's no easy feat. It diverts force away from your attacks, leaving you weaker in that regard. Using your cursed technique risks damaging this building, and in turn, bringing it down all around you.

And as you scramble to your feet, you can't help but wonder what Nanami would do

As you step back, your foot falls through something with a crunch! A ribcage. The rest of the skeleton is not far from it, barely visible above the water, which has risen significantly now, lapping at your ankles. The bones are brittle and bleached, as if they’ve been left in the sun for days.

He would warn you to only use your cursed technique as a last resort. Don't risk bringing the building down.

The cursed energy in the air swells suddenly. The fragments of bone and flesh that were blown away in your initial hit are sticking back to the body, forming a slimy substance. In an instant, the curse is sinking back below the water. The depth of the water doesn't appear to matter to it; as long as there’s standing water, it can sink below it. That's going to be a problem.

Slowly your hearing begins to return. The lack of one sense leaves you uneasy. By sight alone, tracking a curse is no easy feat. It's possible, but tough.

You watch the ripples in the water as they disappear beneath the stairs. The water is up to your knees. You allow more cursed energy to gather in your hands, before bringing them back to your ears, letting that reverse cursed energy to take effect. It feels as if your wounds are being filled with hot wax.

When something else enters the barrier, it feels familiar. It's a human—a sorcerer—not a curse. Nanami.

This time, you’re unable to brace for it. The force of the hit is enough to knock the air from your lungs, sending you back into a wall. Your limbs are refusing to listen to what you’re telling them to do. A sharp pain settles in your chest.

You're definitely getting rusty.

A clawed hand presses against your shoulder, shoving you back into the wall. Little pinpricks of blood form where its nails graze across your skin. Long stringy hair hangs into your face, brushing across your forehead. When the curse opens its mouth, a wave of foul-smelling breath assaults you. Your hands wrap around its wrists in a weak attempt to pry it off.

Switching from using reverse cursed energy, to using your cursed technique has never been easy. Even at your strongest, it was never something you got the hang of. And as you began working as a manager, mastering such a thing was never a priority of yours.

The closest parts of you to this curse are your hands, and your face.

You lean in, press your lips against the curse’s—well, teeth—and blow. It must be unable to regenerate itself when reverse cursed energy is used on it, because when its wrist, and part of its skull are blown away, it stays damaged.

A set of hands are pulling you from the water. At first you resist, believing it to be another curse, but these hands are too warm to be a spirit. You can't tell if Nanami wants to slap you, or hug you. Most likely the former, as you’re covered in nasty water, and blood.

The air feels lighter with the disappearance of this cursed spirit.

"What took you so long?" You ask, grinning.

He definitely wants to slap you. "We found a body." He says.

"There's more than one," you say, motioning to the skeleton.

Nanami's brows knit.

"So this was used as a dumping ground," you say. By who? A serial killer? “We’ll have the bodies identified, and cremated, then returned to next of kin. And hopefully that stops anything from coming back.”

"You need a shower," says Nanami, collapsing against you in a hug.

You allow yourself to rest against him, your arms wrapping around his waist. He smells faintly of coffee, and lavender shampoo. The marks that your wet shirt leaves against his are almost comical. And though he says nothing else, the look on his face resembles pride.

By the time you head back outside, the sun is just beginning to set. You’re not certain how long you were trapped in that barrier, but it must have been a while. Golden streaks of sunlight crest through rain clouds. It reminds you of that one rhyme your mother would say when you were little: red sky at night, sailor’s delight. Red sky in morning, sailor’s warning.

Ijichi is sitting on the steps outside, and he looks as if he could pass out. For a moment, you're certain he's going to. He's a few shades paler than normal. A bead of sweat rolls down his forehead. His glasses have fallen down low on his nose. Nanami heads straight for the car.

"You're bleeding," he says, quietly.

You hold out your hands, letting your reversed cursed technique take effect. The wound on your shoulder heals much slower than the ones on your hands.

“I’ll be alright,” you say. “But, if it makes you feel better, I’ll stop by Shoko’s on the way back, and see what she thinks.”

Ijichi smiles weakly. “Don't take this the wrong way, but I don't understand why you chose to be a manager.” He says. “Your skills as a sorcerer are more suited for combat.”

You shrug. “I guess I’m just not into the idea of being in the spotlight, you know? Fighting isn't as glamorous as everyone tries to make it out to be. And besides, if I were to be a sorcerer like Nanami, or Gojo, I’d have to deal with the dumb politics of the Jujutsu clans.” You say. “This way it still feels like I’m making a difference, just in the way I know best.”

He nods. Part of you expects him to say more. To question you further. But you have the impression that Ijichi's ideals aren't all that different from your own.

"Plus," you add, "If I did Nanamin's job every day, I'd be putting him out of business."

"I highly doubt that," Nanami calls from the car.

"You know, I think I earned a cut of the pay," you say, "since I exorcised that curse for you."

Nanami's gaze lowers into a glare. The vein on his forehead is more prominent than before. "No way," he says. "We already discussed this."

"Dinner, then?" You ask. "I saw a Thai place on the way here."

"Deal," he says.

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