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iamvegorott · 1 year ago

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Magicians Don't Need Superheros Pt31

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Marvin sat in what was now his usual chair in the library, legs crossed and watching the door. If Jackie’s assumption about Mad were true, then he’d be walking into the room any second. He had asked Jackie about other abilities Mad possessed, seeing what he knew about those ‘empathetic powers’ and he learned something very interesting.

“Oh! Hi, Marvin.” Mad greeted when he opened the door and found Marvin looking at him. “Are we studying together again? The books, not you.” He said the last part quickly.

“You can remove emotions?” Marvin asked bluntly.

“I…well…yeah?” Mad wasn’t expecting this to be the first conversation with Marvin today. “I can increase and decrease emotions when they’re presenting. Regardless of how much of it is there. Just a fraction is enough for me to hold and adjust the dial.”

“So when you said you could help Jackie with his fear?”

“I could literally turn it off.”

“I can see why Mare told you to not use that ability.” Marvin sighed.

“Yep.” Mad awkwardly popped the p.

“Have you used that ability before?”

“Couple of times. When I was in danger and to myself after I first appeared.”

“You can do it to yourself?” Marvin watched as Mad hummed and sat himself in the other chair.

“When I first appeared, I didn’t have any control over my abilities. I could feel every emotion of every single living being within a thousand miles. It was a lot. Joy, sorrow, fear, love, lust, everything that anything could feel, I felt. When I say I’m empathetic, I mean it to its fullest definition. If someone is sad around me, I become sad. So I was experiencing the most severe emotional whiplash that no other being could ever have and I turned them off so I could breathe.” Mad seemed so casual while talking about something most would see as severely traumatic. Marvin noticed how Mad’s eyes had turned to a dark purple while he spoke. “I couldn’t only handle that emptiness for a day and had to slowly bring my emotions back. But I’ve gotten a lot more control over the past year. There’s still always a mild buzzing of other emotions but I’ve narrowed it down to only within the same building and I don’t fully read emotions unless I’m focused.”

“That sounds so overwhelming to deal with.” Marvin chewed the inside of his cheek.

“It can be, but, like I said, I’m getting better,” Mad said with a proud smile, the purple in his eyes brightening.

“Now I feel a little bad wanting to ask you for a favor after all that.” Marvin weakly chuckled.

“Don’t feel bad. It doesn’t bother me that much to talk about that time, I’ve done my work to understand the pain and now it’s just a part of my story. I’m happy now with the chaotic family that I have and that’s what matters.” Mad’s eyes shifted into a soft yellow, almost cat-like in hue.

“With that chipper attitude, you sound like you’re related to Jackie.” Marvin’s chuckle was stronger this time, relaxing when Mad showed no sign of being upset.

“If I was related to a Septiceye, most would say it’d be Anti.” Mad laughed.

“Oh God, I hope not. One of him is enough to deal with.”

“Anti’s not that bad. He’s really fun and nice once you get to know him.”

“I’m good.”

“You’ll get it eventually.” Mad shrugged when Marvin only hummed at him. “What did you want, by the way? You mentioned needing a favor from me?”

“Do you have a library at your place?” Marvin was happy to change the subject.

“Yes. Sadly, it’s not as large as yours or the Iplier’s, but it is a nice one.”

“And Mare and Phantom use chaos magic?”

“Yep!”

“Does this library of yours have books about chaos magic like my magic books?”

“Yes, it does.”

“What would I need to do to be allowed to look at those books?”

“You’re letting me look at your books, it’s only fair you can look at mine.” Mad stood up and pulled his phone out.

“That was easier than I thought it’d be,” Marvin admitted out loud.

“Hello?” Mare’s voice came out of Mad’s phone, a glance at the screen showed that it was on speakerphone and the contact photo was of Mare sticking his tongue out.

“Can you send me and Marvin to the house?” Mad asked.

“You and Marvin? What does he want to do here?”

“I want to show him the library.” There was a pause. “I’ll make you one of my fancy coffees~” Mad sang his promise and he grinned when Mare sighed.

“Fine. Just don’t let him destroy anything.”

“I take offense to that,” Marvin said and blinked at the purple smoke bellowing out of the phone.

The smoke wrapped around their feet, legs, and stomachs, going further and further up their bodies until they were fully engulfed. Marvin was unsure if he should breathe, so he held the air in his lungs until he blinked again and found himself in a brand-new room. A quick look around gave away that it was the living room with the pictures of Mad, Mare, Phantom, and Blank hanging on the walls.

“Hi!” Blank greeted from the couch, a Switch in his lap and music coming from the console. “What are you doing here?”

“He’s checking out the library,” Mad answered as he went out of the room.

“Yeah. Library.” Marvin spoke with his hands before clapping, popping his lips, and escaping by following Mad. He really needed to work on not being so awkward around children and still found himself wishing Robbie and Blank stayed at older ages more often than not.

“Just the library, right?” Mare asked, leaning back against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed.

“Yes, just the library.” Mad went straight to the fridge and started pulling out sugary syrups and coffee creamers. “Do you want a coffee?” He asked Marvin.

“If you don’t mind.” Marvin smiled and stood at the other side of the room. He did prefer tea, but seeing everything that Mad was getting out had him curious about his take on it.

“You’re back already?” Phantom said as he came into the kitchen and then noticed Marvin. “Sup?”

“Mad’s showing me the library but he’s making some coffee first,” Marvin explained.

“Mare’s letting you make another coffee? You had three this morning.” Phantom laughed, going into the fridge and pulling out a packet of cheese, putting himself next to Marvin.

“You had three?” Mare looked at Mad.

“You weren’t supposed to tell him that,” Mad said to Phantom through gritted teeth.

“Whoops.” Phantom opened the cheese and started eating the shredded bits like popcorn.

“You’re not having more coffee, you’re not going to sleep tonight at this rate.” Mare picked up one of the creamers.

“The pot is already brewing, it’d be a waste of coffee.” Mad snatched the creamer back.

“We can afford it.” Mare had the creamer again.

“I’m making it for Marvin, we can’t be rude to our guest.” Mad grabbed the creamer but didn’t get it out of Mare’s hand, the two now holding the bottle together.

“You don’t need more coffee.”

“I’ve only had three cups.”

“Your cups are massive mugs, it’s more like six.”

“Don’t use math against me.”

“I feel like I shouldn’t be watching this,” Marvin said.

“This is how they flirt,” Phantom stated, holding the bag of cheese toward Marvin.

“We’re not flirting!” Mare and Mad both snapped.

“Arguing is how Chase and Henrik got together.” Marvin grabbed himself a handful of the cheese.

“Chase and Henrik finally got together? That explains the emotional shift between them. It’ll be nice to have some less denial in the room the next time we’re all together.” Mad said.

“Less denial?” Marvin asked.

“Like Mare’s-ow!” Phantom’s comment was cut short by a shot of what looked like purple sparks hitting him. “The hell, Mare!?”

“I know what you’re going to say and you’re not going to say it.” Mare threatened.

“What? That you totally want to fu-damn it!” Phantom cursed when he was shocked again. “Cut it out!”

“You cut it first!”

“Those two are definitely brothers,” Marvin muttered, pouring his handful of cheese into his mouth while Mad just casually made the coffee drinks while Mare and Phantom continued their bickering.

#magicians dont need superheros #marvelsepticeye #veggie writes #Marvin learning that ALL the egos homes are chaotic XD #and you can take caffeine addicted mad from my cold dead hands XD

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stillalive19567 · 9 months ago

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Beneath The Surface | JenLisa | GxG | Chapter 10

“Why do you want to stay here?” she asks, genuine curiosity in her tone.

I hesitate, weighing my thoughts. “I guess… I feel safe here with you. Like I can actually breathe without all the pressure. Just for a moment, I don’t have to be the strong one.”

Lisa nods, her expression turning serious. “You don’t always have to be strong, Jennie. It’s okay to feel vulnerable, to let your guard down. I’m here, and I won’t judge you.”

A rush of gratitude floods my chest at her words. “Thank you. I just… I’ve felt so lost, like I’m trapped in this cycle of pretending everything’s fine.”

She shifts closer, her shoulder brushing against mine. “You don’t have to pretend with me. You can be yourself. Whatever that looks like right now, it’s okay.”

Her presence is comforting, and I find myself leaning into her warmth. “Sometimes, I just wish I could escape everything. Just for a little while.”

Lisa smiles softly, understanding in her eyes. “Then let’s create our own little escape. We can talk, or we can sit in silence. Whatever you need.”

“Just sitting with you feels like an escape,” I admit, and I glance at her, a small smile forming on my lips. “It’s nice.”

“It is,” she agrees, her gaze steady. “And it’s okay to take this time for yourself. You deserve it.”

We fall into a comfortable silence, the air filled with unspoken words. I steal glances at her, noticing the way her hair catches the light, the way her lips curve slightly as she thinks. It’s a peaceful moment, one that feels rare in my chaotic life.

After a while, I break the silence. “Do you ever feel like you’re just waiting for something to change?”

“Definitely,” she replies, her expression thoughtful. “But I’ve learned that sometimes, change starts with us. It’s okay to take small steps. Even if it’s just talking to someone who cares.”

“I wish I could believe that,” I say quietly, my heart heavy with doubt. “What if I can’t find my way back?”

“You will,” Lisa assures me, her voice unwavering. “And I’ll be right here with you. We can take it one day at a time.”

Her words wrap around me like a lifeline, and for the first time in a long while, I feel a flicker of hope ignite within me. “You make it sound so easy.”

“Sometimes it’s not,” she admits, her expression growing serious again. “But it’s worth it. And you’re worth it.”

I look into her eyes, feeling the sincerity in her words. “Thank you, Lisa. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Just remember, you’re never alone,” she says softly, her hand finding mine again, intertwining our fingers. “You’ve got me, always.”

“Are you tired?” Lisa asks softly, her eyes searching mine.

I nod, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over me. Before I can process what’s happening, she pulls me into her arms, and we both fall onto the bed. The soft mattress envelops us, and I find myself tucked against her, warmth radiating from her body.

“It’s okay to rest,” she murmurs, wrapping her arms around me tightly. Her heartbeat thumps steadily against my ear, a comforting rhythm that calms my racing thoughts.

“I didn’t realize how much I needed this,” I admit, feeling the tension in my body begin to melt away. I nestle closer, inhaling the soothing scent of her hair.

“Me neither,” Lisa replies, her voice barely above a whisper. “Just being here with you feels… right.”

I close my eyes, letting the softness of the moment envelop me. “I wish I could stay like this forever.”

“Then let’s make the most of it,” she says, her fingers gently stroking my hair. “We can just be here, together. No worries, no pressure.”

With her warmth surrounding me, I feel a sense of peace I haven’t experienced in a long time. “Thank you for being here,” I whisper, the vulnerability of the moment making my heart flutter.

“I’ll always be here, Jennie. You don’t have to go through anything alone anymore,” she assures, her voice steady and reassuring.

I shift slightly, adjusting my position against Lisa, reveling in the comfort of her presence. The quiet of her room wraps around us like a protective cocoon, shielding us from the outside world.

“What’s on your mind?” Lisa asks, her tone gentle, as if she can sense my thoughts swirling beneath the surface.

“I just… I’ve been feeling so lost lately,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. “Like I’m stuck in this endless cycle of emptiness.”

She tightens her grip on me, her warmth seeping into my skin. “You don’t have to feel that way. I know it seems overwhelming right now, but it won’t always be like this.”

As the weight of exhaustion washes over me, I sink deeper into Lisa's embrace. The gentle rhythm of her breathing lulls me, wrapping me in a sense of safety and warmth I haven't felt in ages. The world outside fades away, leaving only the soft, rhythmic pulse of our shared space.

I feel the tension in my body slowly dissolve, my eyelids growing heavy. The last thing I hear before drifting off is Lisa's soft voice, whispering reassurances that everything will be okay, that I am not alone in this.

In the depths of my slumber, I drift in a strange limbo—neither dark nor light, but a void of silence. There are no vivid images to dance behind my eyelids, no comforting memories to soothe me. It's an odd sensation, existing in a space where dreams should be, yet finding only emptiness.

I can feel the gentle rise and fall of Lisa’s chest beneath me, a steady anchor in this disorienting nothingness. My mind is a blank canvas, void of the colors of dreams that I used to paint in my sleep. Instead, I float, unmoored yet strangely at peace.

I can hear the soft hum of the world outside, distant sounds of laughter and life that feel both near and far. It’s almost comforting, this absence of thought. I wonder if this is what it means to rest—to simply be, without the weight of expectations or memories pressing down on me.

As I lie there, the silence wraps around me like a protective cocoon. I can’t remember the last time I felt this detached, this free from the burden of reality. It’s a strange solace, but in this moment, I allow it to wash over me, grateful for the warmth of Lisa beside me, grounding me in this surreal experience.

The morning sun filters softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow in the room. I stir awake, blinking against the light, and the first thing I notice is the weight of Lisa’s arm draped over me. It feels comforting, a silent promise that I’m not alone.

As I turn slightly, I catch a glimpse of her peaceful expression, her hair tousled and framing her face like a halo. For a moment, I just watch her, feeling an inexplicable warmth spread through me. The world outside is waking up, the sounds of life slowly creeping in, but in this moment, everything feels suspended.

Reluctantly, I shift, causing her to stir. She blinks open her eyes, and a small, sleepy smile spreads across her face when she sees me. “Good morning,” she murmurs, her voice still heavy with sleep.

“Morning,” I reply softly, feeling a smile tug at my own lips despite the lingering heaviness in my chest from the past few days.

“Did you sleep okay?” she asks, brushing a few strands of hair from my face.

“I did,” I admit, and for the first time in a long while, I feel like it was true. “I didn’t dream, though. Just... nothing.”

Her brow furrows slightly, concern flashing across her features. “Is that good or bad?” she questions, her voice gentle.

“I don’t know,” I respond honestly. “It’s weird. But I think I needed it.”

“Sometimes silence is the best kind of rest,” she replies, her thumb tracing patterns on my arm. The touch sends a shiver down my spine, awakening something within me that had long been dormant.

I take a deep breath, the morning air rich with possibility. “Thanks for last night,” I say, my heart racing a bit. “For being here.”

“Always,” she promises, her eyes locking onto mine with a sincerity that makes my breath hitch.

We walk to campus, and as I attend my first class, I can feel the lingering warmth of the morning spent with Lisa. The professor drones on about the lecture material, but my mind occasionally drifts back to the comfortable moments we shared.

#blackpink #blackpink jisoo #blackpink lisa #blackpink rosé #fanfic #gxg #jenlisa #jennie

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anonimhous · 1 year ago

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To Myself:

April 16th, 2024

Im so afraid of everything. Im afraid of my career, and whether or not I’ll be able to make it. I’m afraid of being in love, and all of the ways it could end one day. I’m afraid of myself, and how much I’ve improved over the past four years, and how that means that I can no longer use suicidal ideation as a coping mechanism, and now I don’t really know what to replace it with.

And I am so afraid that the more I grow and the older I get, the more I’ll have to be afraid of.

But I am also so incredibly proud of myself. I love everything I’ve accomplished and become the past four years. Every. Single. Fucking. Day. Since February 9, 2020 has been a day with effort. Literally every day. I haven’t skipped one. And it shows. And I know that it doesn’t matter how afraid I am, because I don’t really have a choice but to keep going anyways. I don’t get to just give up. I am too capable, too strong, with too much ahead of me.

My spiritual path has shifted and changed so much. I actually had to rip apart a lot of my identity and rebuild it because when I finally found the truth, I realized how much of my old beliefs were embedded into self identity, and it was so hard to let it go. I still struggle. But I’m learning. And I’ve made such incredible leaps in this path. I have seen and experienced things that made me think I was absolutely crazy, and then realize I *wasn’t* crazy. And it’s the most mind blowing, exciting, emotional and intensely peaceful thing that I never knew could exist.

My goals for my life and my days are always shifting. And there’s so much I can be better on. But the fact that I am still here, always working, means that I will be better.

I’m so thankful for my partner. I’m so thankful for my team lead. I’m so thankful for my babies. God, I’m thankful for Seymour. And, more than anything, I am wildly thankful for me. I am thankful for the little girl that was neglected and abused and made to be a parent before 3rd grade. I’m thankful for the young preteen who experienced her first severe loss and started hurting herself for the first time. I’m thankful for the teen who was chaotic and insecure and kept getting into bad situations and tried to kill herself repeatedly. I’m thankful for the girl who broke two hearts by breaking one, and entered young adulthood wondering why she lived that long.

Every version of me is one that was trying her best with what she knew at the time, even when she made mistakes. And they are the reason that I am still here, and I am who I am now.

I am wildly in love with myself and my life. I have a partner that I don’t have to guess with. Who shows me incredible things and takes care of me. Sees me. Really *sees* me. In this plane, and the next. I am in a career that I never even knew I’d find such a deep passion in. I get so emotional over how much I am in love with it. I have cut off a lot of people recently that I thought had a permanent place in my life, and it put me through the closest thing to a break down I’ve had since 2019, but even through that I knew that I wanted to be alive.

All of this to say, this app has seen so many sides of me the past 10 years. None of which ever wanted to live, nor did they ever think I ever would want to.

But I’m here. And I do. And I am so proud of it.

So, future me, if it all falls apart, and the partner leaves, the career falls flat, and more people exit your life, it will be okay. The common denominator in the good things in your life is not luck like you always thought it was. The common denominator, is simply you. The magic of who you are and how you exist in this world. So don’t abandon yourself again. No matter who else may.

I hope that the you can look back on this version of you, the one writing this, with the same love, understanding, and gratitude. And I hope that I make you proud and make your life easier.

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mikeisthricedeceased · 2 years ago

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Could I request a Din Djarin x earth reader where they were harassed at work but their job did nothing about it

I can honestly say I’ve never considered writing an earth reader into a Star Wars fic, despite the fact that I’ve read a few. This is an interesting situation to think about 🤔

Warning: mentions of stalking

(Sorry it took so long to answer this, I had most of it done and then ended up having some busy days)

You weren’t trying to hide your frustration. You probably couldn’t have hidden it even if you’d wanted to.

It had been weeks of little comments, digs at you and the way you did your work, building up into borderline inappropriate exchanges about you that he didn’t even try to hide. And no one would ever say anything about it! He was always just vague enough that it wasn’t explicitly about you, never a name mentioned, but it was always about you.

It had finally reached a tipping point. Leon had implied that he’d been keeping close tabs on the mystery person he was always complaining about, had been gathering proof of their unprofessional behavior.

It wasn’t too far of a leap to assume that he’d been stalking you in some way, whether online or physically.

It was too much. So, you went to your supervisor, keeping your language a bit vague. She’d sent you to the manager, who had barely let you say anything before directing you to HR.

And oh, boy, HR.

You haltingly explained everything in more detail than you’d done with the previous two, hoping to make them understand what it had been like for the past few weeks, how you were pretty sure it started before that but had always taken place firmly behind your back.

The best they offered you was a sympathetic smile and a suggestion to change to a different shift that didn’t align with Leon’s. They said they couldn’t do anything about his actions outside of work unless you had proof.

And he’d always been just vague enough to make getting proof almost impossible.

So, you left work early and cried in your car for a little while before driving home.

By the time you got there, you felt drained and pissed off.

With everything at work, you’d pretty much forgotten about the sheer chaotic weirdness that waited for you inside your little house.

It was a shock to see the space man sitting on your couch and working on the massive puzzle you’d spent months trying to complete.

When you first started leaving him alone in your house, it was sort of understood that he’d spend most of the day reading or working on his space ship. That was until he realized that, despite the two of you being able to communicate verbally, your written language was completely different from the Aurebesh he was used to.

So, when he wasn’t doing repairs, you’d directed him to your small collection of jigsaw puzzles instead.

The big-eared alien child he’d brought with him seemed to sleep through most of the day when he wasn’t jumping (far higher than you could’ve ever expected) across your backyard, around the damaged space ship that took up the majority of its square footage.

Thank God for privacy fences.

The space man looked up at you when you walked in. At least, you assumed he looked up. His helmet moved, and that was really the closest thing to facial cues you ever got from him.

“Hi,” he greeted gruffly.

You dropped your bag into the nearest chair and tried to fight the urge to start crying again, biting out a “hi” as you shuffled to the other end of the couch. You pulled the throw blanket around yourself and wished you could shrink into nothing.

For a few minutes, there was uncomfortable silence, your unhappiness seeming to radiate outward. He was the first to speak.

“Are you alright?” It was a polite sort of concern, but in a bad situation like the one you were experiencing, that question always made reality come crashing down on you.

And that day was no different.

“I’m fine,” you snapped, even as your emotional state began to truly crumble. Your chest was tight and your eyes stung, pressure building in your head.

He turned to look at you more directly. “You aren’t.” Even the child looked up from where he was playing on the floor, big eyes following his father’s gaze to you. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

You scoffed, eyes watering. “Only if you can make the HR department take me seriously.”

“I’m not sure what that is, but I could try.”

You tried to give him a skeptical look and were abruptly reminded that he was a helmet-clad bounty hunter from space. There probably weren’t HR departments where he came from, and even if there were, he’d likely have a pretty homicidal way of dealing with them.

Tears spilled down your cheeks but that didn’t stop you from laughing at the absurdity of the whole situation. “I don’t think you could do much to help that wouldn’t bring the risk of jail time. Thank you though.” You offer a weak smile, feeling a little bit better since your entire focus wasn’t centered on Leon and HR’s bullshit. “I appreciate the offer.”

“I can be diplomatic. Sometimes, it even makes my job easier,” he assured you good-naturedly, if a touch defensive.

You smirked. “Yeah, well, I doubt they’d take you seriously, even if you did start things off by threatening them. Your whole outfit looks like a costume to people here, not real armor.” Sighing, you picked up the remote and starting searching for something to watch. “I’ll figure something out. Even if I do have to swap shifts. It’d be annoying and I’d have to move some other things around, but if it gets rid of a stalker, I’ll do it.”

He went still. “You’re being stalked?”

“I’m not 100% sure, but it seems pretty likely. I don’t know if it’s just online, or if he’s following me around.” You shivered, not wanting to get too deep into the topic just as you’d started to calm down. “Either way, my coworker is a pompous creep and it’s getting on my nerves.”

~*~*~*~

Din wanted to ask more questions. He wanted details, to know who was making you feel so unsafe. From what he could gather, your job wasn’t inherently dangerous in the same way that his was. It didn’t seem right that a coworker should be allowed to create such anxiety for you.

He could tell that pushing the topic further would only upset you, and he had no desire to do that.

You’d been kind to him and to Grogu, going out of your way to let them stay in your home and feed them while they were there. You had explained how the different devices in your home worked and what they were used for. He wanted to repay you for your hospitality, but your world seemed far removed from the galaxy at large, and he didn’t know what would be acceptable.

So, he tried something that he offered Grogu when he was upset. After all, he had seen similar gestures in some of the holovids that you watched in the evenings.

He held out his hand to you, the move careful but deliberate.

Upon noticing his hand, you just blinked at it for a moment. Then, hesitantly, you took it.

He squeezed gently. “I’m sorry you’ve had to deal with him.”

Your eyes welled up again and you took a deep breath, squeezing his hand back. “Thanks.”

It made something deep in his chest ache to see the pain on your face. So, he tried to alleviate it a bit. “He sounds like an ass.”

A startled laugh bubbled up and you squeezed his hand a little tighter. “Yeah, he really is.”

You just looked at him for a little longer, eyes tracing the curves and angles of his helmet, until Grogu waddled up to him, practically demanding cuddles.

It would seem that the kid had adjusted to your routine, knowing that holovids meant quiet time on the couch.

So, the two of you let go. He pulled Grogu in close, and you grabbed the remote once again. The silence that followed was far more comfortable than it had been before.

Ask Prompts & Headcanons

#gabriel-the-pandalorian #ask prompt #din djarin #din djarin x reader

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katsukisbimbo · 5 years ago

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Kuroo x Volleyball Player! Reader

Kuroo Tetsurou x Volleyball Player! Reader

wordcount: 3,087

genre: strangers-to-lovers au with fluff, crack and a little bit of smut :)))

summary: meeting kuroo tetsurou might be the best thing that has ever happened to you

first of all

kuroo pissed you off to no end

absolutely pissed you off

the first time you met him was when you were a first year

your brother keishin has asked you to come with them for the practice match they had with nekoma

the moment you got to school you had to DASH to go to the washroom because you had to pEee

gosh

curse your tiny bladder

when you went out everyone was already on the bus

sigh

you were gonna have to sit with someone you don’t know

because FOR SURE

your stupid brother keishin would be sitting next to takeda-sensei

the moment you hopped on the bus

everyone suddenly became quiet

0.0

everyone was jus like

who’s this cutie

is she lost

she’s from shiratorizawa what’s she doing here

huh

and noya and tanaka are just screaming at this point

“wHO IS THIS GODDESS WHO DECIDED TO BLESS US WITH HER PRESENCE?!?!? I LOVE YOU PLEASE SIT NEXT TO ME RYU GET OUT NO I DONT CARE GET OUT”

cue tanaka landing on the floor

“nOYA-SAN WHY”

and you’re just like

lmao what

and literally all the seats are taken except for the guy who literally yeeted his bald friend into the next dimension

sigh

i guess you had to sit next to the cutie huh

you look at your brother pleading for help

but he just ignores you and talks to sensei

sIGH

your brother was so thirsty that he didn’t even CARE if these boys ate you alive

gosh

it’s okay

it be like that

f in the chat for y/n

oKAY enough self pitying

you reluctantly sit beside the really loud guy

“hi my names ukai y/n! what’s your name?”

“m-my name is n-nishinoya yuu”

cue noya looking like a literal tomato

“nice to meet you!! i’m excited to work with you nishinoya-san! if i may ask, what year are you in?”

“iM in sEcond yEar”

gosh noya’s so proud

“oH you’re my senpai then!! it’s really nice to meet you senpai!! i hope we have a good trip”

GAHSJDJSHS

you called him senpai

without him asking you to

GOSH

could you be any more perfect

“agHjsjdhsjajszjJAK”

“those aren’t words...”

“...”

and at that point noya was brain fried so you just put on your earphones and chilled

...

*gagging*

“hINATAAGAHAJSKSHS”

what

what was going on

you turned your head

and you saw this orange haired babie throwing up on the bald guy who got yeeted

and suddenly

chaos ensued

everyone was screaming because of the stench

you were gagging so hard that you felt your breakfast coming back up

but your seat buddy was having the time of his life laughing at his two friends who were having a dilemma

gosh

today was gonna be crazy

finally you guys had finally arrived at nekoma and honestly that’s as the most chaotic car ride you’ve ever experienced

but luckily on the way you’ve made yourself familiar with everyone on the team

especially the third year cuties

and no you did not say that to their faces because you’re shy :((

you guys finally get out of the bus and you see

a god

with crazy looking hair

“well if it isn’t the crows” “did you have a good ride here you country bumpkins?”

and daichi’s bout to lose it

“kuroo-san nice to see you again”

and you can definitely feel the tension in the air

was it just you or is it hot in here

kuroo suddenly turned to look at you and honestly you’ve never been more intimidated in your life because wow

he’s beautiful

“who’s the pretty girl daichi-san? is she your girlfriend?”

“no no she’s our couch’s sister”

“hi i’m ukai y/n, nice to meet you”

and you shake his hand and you’re SHOCKED

“kuroo tetsurou, likewise”

his hand is so warm n rough oh god

you suddenly wonder what it would feel like to have his hands slowly wrap around your throat as he starts to thru-

nO DIrtY ThOuGhTs

bad

bad y/n

you’ve been so caught up in your day dream that you didn’t realize that you were still hold kuroos hand

and you look up to see kuroo looking like a smug little shit as if he was saying

‘are you ever gonna let go or?’

and it really made you wanna hit him

really badly

you wanted to punch his mouth

with your mouth

GAHSJDGA

stOp

okay anyways

you snatch your hands away from kuroo and he just smirks at you like a smug little bastard

“what’s wrong kitten? didn’t wanna let go of my hand?”

at this point you’re too flustered to even talk so you take it as the time to back off and just let kuroo be a little fuckhead

but suddenly you’re snatched by tanaka and noya

you somehow end up bumping into kiyoko and you’re just like “omg i’m so sorry kiyoko-san i didn’t mea-“

“don’t worry about it y/n-chan, accidents happen”

and wow

wow

a goddess

now you see what tanaka and noya see

she’s beautiful

maybe you do want the best of both worlds.....

...

ANYWAYS

tanaka and noya end up showing you off to their equally as weird friend taketora and of course like the normal person you are you greet him and introduce yourself

but before he even gets the chance to talk kiyoko’s already pulling you away telling you that she needed some help with setting up some of their gear

and of course like the puppy you are you follow her because yes you’re in love with her

i mean

who isn’t

lesbi honest

everyone’s a simp for kiyoko

moving on

finally they’ve started to play a match

and you’re very impressed

especially by hinata and kageyama because wow their skill was amazing

and hinata’s jumps were crazy

obviously you played volleyball yourself being ukai’s grand daughter

and you weren’t that bad

considering the fact that you play for japan’s u19 team with ushijima

who was a very close senpai to you

so close to the point where you’d call him your older brother

rip keishin

back to the game

everyone in karasuno was very promising and you were getting excited with the ideas that were flooding into your head

but nekomas not too bad either

they were pretty solid with their defence and some people might think that it’s all about the attacks but

your attack doesn’t mean anything if the ball doesn’t touch the floor in the court

you were very impressed with the bedhead’s receives a n d blocking

every time he managed a good save or blocked anyone he would always glance in your direction

and it may or may not have made you feel nervous because who doesn’t get nervous when an attractive person looks at you

sadly

the game finished rather quickly

at this point everyone was already cleaning up and of course you decided to help

you thought that you would be able to play just a little bit but your brother just wanted you to familiarize yourself with the teams before you went on the week long training camp with them

which was in two weeks

you were trying to take the volleyball net down until a tall figure comes up behind you and takes the net from you

you turn around and guess who it is

kuroo frocking tetsurou

what a surprise

“don’t worry about it peaches i got it”

wha

did this man just call you PEACHES

peaches as in the scary girl who goes to famous peoples houses?

i think NOT sir

“pEACHES? what is that supposed to mean??! huh?!?”

“woah woah calm down babe, it’s just a nickname. i call you peaches cuz you smell like peaches”

ohhh

okay

that’s fine

“i’ve been wondering though, if you smell like peaches then would you taste like peaches??”

wHAT

wHATSGFSZHSJ

rip y/n’s remaining brain cells

“how about it doll? are you gonna give little old me a taste?”

and he’s suddenly pushing himself closer to you

and you close your eyes because it really looks like he’s about to kiss you and omg it’s like your first kiss hELP

but instead of a kiss

he just laughs at you

this man is literally bent over and CACKLING his lungs out

“you’re so cute doll, i wouldn’t kiss you without your permission. plus i gotta take you out first. wanna go on a date with me some time?”

and you’re just so caught off guard

that you can’t even manage a verbal response

like you just nod your head and then he’s ruffling you’re hair and walking away with the volleyball net

what the hell just happened

did you just score yourself a date

yes

yes you did

you go girl

sadly

it’s time for you and your babies to go

and kuroo being the good person he is

walks you guys out

but before you can get on the bus

kuroo pulls you to the side and bends down to your height to whisper in your ear

“text me sometime peaches”

and you suddenly feel him putting a piece of paper in your back pocket

then he’s pushing you onto the bus and you’re just dumbfounded

did he just touch your bum

could he not just hand it to you

not that you were complaining,,, but now you just wanna know what it would feel like if he just grabbed your bum with both of his hands while you sit on his la-

BAD

gosh you have it bad for this boy

the moment you got him you debated whether to text him or not

i mean

you didn’t even look at the piece of paper yet

so you go into you back pocket and open the paper

‘xxx-xxx-xxxx text me when you get home peaches, i already miss your pretty face -kuroo’

WHY IS HE SO CUTE

you get up and start looking for your phone

and you spend like 6 minutes trying to think of what to say

but you finally settled with

hi :)

hopefully that was normal enough

and not even 1 minute later you already got a reply

hey cutie :) did you get home safe

wHY IS HE SO DARN CUTE

and your conversation goes from there

you guys literally talk about everything

from his favourite colour to the time when your leg fell in a hole and you slammed your whole body on the ground causing your ribs to shift and now whenever somebody touches the top of your chest they can feel the top of your ribs

(that was actually a true story and yes it happened to me and yes my ribs are very very fucked up but i’m still alive soooo)

by the time you were back in tokyo

you and kuroo were basically best friends

you guys texted, called, and facetimed every day

you stepped out of the bus and low and behold

it was kuroo waiting for you

“tETSUU”

you run to him and jump in his arms

and he catches you and swings you around a few times

everyone was just like

o.o

‘when did they get so close’

and your older brothers just like

>:(

this is n o t good shaggy

and kuroo introduces you to everyone

especially his buddies bokutou, akaashi, and kenma

and bokutou’s bombarding you with questions

and he asks why you’re wearing a shiratorizawa sweater

and you’re just like ‘i go to school there..’

and he’s just like

“oH YOU KNOW USHIJIMA? IM IN THE TOP 5 ACES RANKING WITH HIM IM SO COOL RIGHT”

“bokuto-san i think you’re scaring her”

“aKAAASHGHSI YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO SAY ‘bokuto-san you’re so cool’”

and you and kuroo are just laughing your asses off

while kenma’s playing with his psp

pspspspspsppss

“bokuto-san you’re so cool”

“aKAAASHUDID YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO SAY IT EARLIER”

at that point you and kuroo have already walked away

and he brings you to your room

and helps you settle down your things

gosh he’s such a gentleman

y/n was ready to risk it all for this man

“peaches you okay?”

“oH i’m fine yes yes i’m fine tetsu”

“okaaaayyyy if you say so peaches” and kuroos just going through your bag checking if you have snacks

“tetsu i don’t have any snacks in there for you”

“really? what do you mean? you do have a snack for me tho”

and you’re jus like lol no i don’t

and he’s slowly walking towards you and you highkey feel intimidated but fuck that you’re not a bussy

at this point kuroo’s sitting on your legs while his arms are slowly creeping up your sides

and in your head

you’re just like

‘ahh this is it i’m gonna have a heart attack’

and suddenly

kuroo’s tickling you and you’re crying on the floor because HSJDJH

TICKLES

“tETSU PLEASE I CANT BREATHEEHHHD”

“what’s that peach? i cant hear you”

“tETSU YOU DIPSHIT PLEASE STOPFDISHS”

“hmm i don’t know, i think i’ll stop if you say ‘nya’ for me”

“gO TO HELLSKDIS”

“come on pretty, say it for me”

you’re blushing sO HARD

“n-nya”

and kuroo just freezes up because he didn’t think that you’d actually do it

“tetsu? u ok?”

“...”

“tetsu”

“o-oH yeah i’m fine silly i was just thinking”

“what were you thinking about neko-chan?”

“you.”

GAHSJDJSHSGS

he was going to be the death of you

you, kuroo, bokutou, akaashi, hinata, and tsukishima suddenly ended up at an empty gym

and you guys wanted to play a match so

why not

it was you, kuroo, and tsukki

versus bokutou, hinata, and akaashi

it was a very intense but fun game

akaashi set to bokutou and bokutou did a cross shot

which wasn’t properly blocked by tsukishima

but luckily you were there to pick it up

and kuroo set to you and you slammed it down before they could even block you

the whole gym was silent

wha

how did-

hUH

“peach what”

“what tetsu”

“since when were you so good at volleyball”

“tetsu i play for japan’s u19 team, why did you think i was here in the first place? i’m here to help you guys”

and hinata’s just yelling

“y/n-cHAN I DIDNT KNOW YOU PLAYED NO WONDER WHY YOU LOOKED SO FAMILLIAR OMGJDSI”

after you got exposed

it was only you and tetsu left in the gym

after everything was cleaned up

kuroo pulled you aside before you could leave the gym

“t-tetsu what’re you doing? the gym lights are already of-“

“shut up for one second”

o.o

ogey then

“peaches i really like you. i know that we haven’t known each other long but it feels like i’ve known you since forever. will please let me take you out”

what

...

did he just

yes he did

“t-tetsu,,, i really like you too, and i would love it if we could go out on a date sometime”

and at that moment tetsu just

“HELL YEAHHH”

and he’s getting close to you again

to the point where he’s pressing you against the wall

he cups your cheek and leans closer to your face

“peaches,, can i please kiss you right now”

“yeah”

you close your eyes as you feel tetsu’s hot breath hovering other your soft lips

gosh

this was it

your were gonna kiss tetsu

your crush

until

...

“gET YOUR HANDS OFF MY SISTER BRAT”

and kuroos just like

wHAT THE FUCK

it’s your brother

keishin

“nII-SAN WHY”

“gET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW Y/N”

and you sadly look up at tetsu

and he just smiles at you and gestures for you to go

until you get up on your tippy toes and kiss tetsu full on the mouth

you catch him by surprise but he quickly kisses you back

you wrap your arms around his neck and slowly work your way up into his hair until you’ve got a good grip on him

kuroos hands weren’t staying still either

his hands were slowly creeping down your sides until he grabs the back of your thighs and pulls you up and holds you against him

his hands end up on your bum

and then

he squeezes

“THAT IS IT Y/N STOP SUCKING FACE AND GET OVER HERE”

oops

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader #volleyball #volleygays #Smut #fanfic #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsuro headcanons

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mellow-em · 4 years ago

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Bittersweet Temptations

CHAPTER 1

[special dt @bluewingedangel <3]

Your neighbors, Nathan and Elena, have been friends with your parents for years. Whether it’d be family gatherings or vacations, they were around; they were family. But when you return home from your final years of college, what will happen when you find that it isn't just them living in the house next door anymore?

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The murky layers of clouds that filled the grey afternoon sky, mutated into the clear blend of colors of the evening sunset.

I rolled the windows down over an hour ago, to let in the crisp breeze of the night to keep myself awake. It really was the longest drive of my entire life. Though, even if it had been drawn out to extremes thanks to the traffic on the highways, it was relaxing nonetheless.

I spin the steering wheel slightly, finally turning into my neighborhood. I let out an exasperated yawn, feeling my whole body yearning to be in my comfy bed again. I was tremendously exhausted.

I looked around at the strips of houses lining both sides of the road; because it had been around 7pm, lights remained visible within the windows, and families were most likely eating dinner.

Our neighborhood was known for being tranquill, that is, when you first enter anyway. The farther down you drive, the more lively it gets. My parents and I happened to live right towards the end of the street, where everybody knew everyone.

From when I was little all the way into highschool, we’d have block parties, barbecues, and random get togethers every chance we could get. Those would last for hours, leading into the am sometimes. It was chaotic most of the time, but I enjoyed it.

Not even a moment later I find myself in front of my house, pulling into the driveway with one swift turn in. I couldn’t even put the car in park before I heard an uproar by the front door, causing me to stifle a laugh and shake my head.

It’s definitely gonna be a long night.

I roll all of the windows up before shutting the car off, stashing my keys away into the side pocket of my shorts. While pushing the door open with my feet, I look up to see both of my parents awaiting to engulf me into a hug.

A warm smile rises on my face as I hug them back.

“We’ve missed you honey,” my mom softly said in my ear, smoothing my hair down before kissing the top of my head.

The hug had met its demise, and I turned around to look at the mountains of boxes overflowing within the backseat and the trunk of my car.

I inaudibly sigh in my head, knowing how time consuming this is going to be. Luckily mother could probably sense my vexation.

“Your father and I were gonna help you whether you liked it or not, so come on.”

“Thank you, I’m sorry that drive just killed me.”

She looked at me with a knowing expression on her facial features, “This is why I told you we should’ve helped you with heading home.”

I rolled my eyes, “And I insisted that I could take care of it myself,” I walked around to the other side as each of us opened the other doors to the car to start unloading my stuff.

She chuckled, dismissing me with a shake of her head. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Come on, let's start getting this done so you can go to sleep,” she paused behind me with a box wedged in her hands, “ cause your walkin’ around looking like a damn zombie.”

I scoffed jokingly, “ Ha ha ha, very funny.”

“Get to it y/n!” she called out from inside of the house.

I rolled my eyes yet again while lifting a fairly large pack that held my toiletries, and released a frustrated huff.

The thoughts of the future began to boil in my brain again, creating that oh so familiar, awful feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I knew for a fact that I couldn’t stay at my parents house for longer than a year, meaning I was going to have to figure all of my shit out within that time frame. Although it may seem like a lifetime away, the rest of my life was really on the line here.

And I couldn’t begin to admit how scared I really was.

Damn I feel like I’m being so unbelievably dramatic.

“Y/n, are you still alive over there?” The distant muffles I barely heard over me mentally walking down memory lane, became crystal clear.

My head jerked up abruptly, as I let out a small yelp, “What?”

I notice my dad in front of me, with two containers filled with my clothes, and a small bag stacked on top of one another in his hands.

“Didn’t mean to scare ya, kiddo.”

“It's fine, I- what were you saying?”

We started to travel slowly towards the steps to the front porch, as he spoke, “I was sayin’ that we're gonna be having a small get together to celebrate you being back home tomorrow night.”

“Your small get-togethers are never just small dad, do you remember your 40th birthday? You had almost the same amount of people over as the block parties.”

He snickered, “Hey, what can I say, I’m just a popular guy,” the both of us enter the house as he turns to me again, “But I will say, it will more than likely be small. You’re just gonna see a few new faces in the mix.”

I furrow my eyebrows in confusion, “Wait what? Do we have new neighbors or something?”

The both of us walk up the stairs to my room, and place the boxes alongside the wall opposite of my bed.

“Something like that,” he pats my shoulder and hurries out the door to the hallway, leaving me even more confused, “Why do you insist on being so cryptic all the time?”

“I’m gonna get the rest of your stuff!”

I groaned, crashing into the plush comforter that was laying neatly on the bed beneath me. With no delay, my eyelids leisurely closed, and I eventually doze off.

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Heat radiated from my body as I woke from a peaceful sleep. I shifted uncomfortably a few times, feeling the sweat sticking to my body.

No matter how hard I try, sleeping in the heat of this room is going to be like trying to sleep in a damn sauna. Useless.

I rolled over, with the pitch black atmosphere through the windows, and around me, taking up most of my vision.

It’s probably in the middle of the damn night.

I lifted my arm slightly to let my hand feel around the bed, in search of my phone to check the time.

Just my luck, my fucking phone is missing.

I look over to the other side of the room, where the unpacked boxes and containers remained stacked by the wall. The slight glare of the moon's reflection was hitting something on top of the windowsill.

“There you are,” the words fumbled out of my mouth sleepily, while I slowly rose from what felt like my puddles of sweat on the sheets. Stumbling in the process, I made my way over to what was thankfully my phone laying down in the moonlight.

The illumination of the screen screamed at my eyes, causing me to look away for a second, “shit that was bright.”

I adjust my eyes to the light to see the clock on the top of the screen:

3:28am

“Great. Well at least I got some sleep.” I toss my phone across the room, hearing it thump onto the side of my bed.

A wave of heat ran across my arms and legs, reminding me of why I woke up in the first place, “I’m not gonna take the chance of melting any more tonight.”

I reach over to unhinge the latch on top of the window next to me, and open it halfway. A gust of polar air simmered around me almost immediately, swiftly cooling me off to satisfaction.

I close my eyes, letting the nightly winds blow over me, with a relaxed smile forming on my face.

My small moment of tranquility was rudely interrupted by a splash from outside.

My eyes jolted open, and I instantly lurch my head up to look in that direction. To my surprise, the lights were on over Nate and Elena’s; the pool lights.

“Why would-?”

I knew for a fact that it wasn’t Nathan or Elena, knowing that they have a child on the way. Both of them were guaranteed to be asleep.

So who the hell is using their pool at 3 in the damn morning? That question replayed in my head as I stared out towards the pool, waiting to see the whoever it could possibly be.

As if on cue, I watched as the figure emerged from the pool, and a man slowly stepped out while using the ladder at the edge.

Just like that, it felt that I didn't have control anymore. My curious eyes wandered; lingering all over him.

He wore black swim trunks that were snug on his thighs in all the right places. They sunk down to the lower half of his hips, exposing his very visible trail of hair on the lower half of his abdomen.

The more I drank of him, the more it affected me.

His chest hair glistened from the pool water that began streaming down his abs. My eyes found themselves trickling over his toned biceps, and his scattered variety of tattoos that took up only a few spots on his body.

I knew I had to look away, but I couldn’t.

I finally looked up at his face.

Holy fuck.

The lower half of his face was lined perfectly with stubble, with his seemingly soft lips as the centerpiece. I traveled up his face, noticing the wrinkles that were sketched sparingly across his features.

He ran his hand through his soaked locks of hair that partially hung in front of his face, with his muscles flexed to an extreme. He wandered over to the table and chairs that were by the edge of the pool area; that was much closer to my window.

After reaching for the towel, he rubbed it through his hair, and started drying the rest of his body with it. Him doing so caused me to look him up and down once again. I looked down to his feet, and up to his head.

Only this time around, I was met with his eyes.

I felt an overwhelming surge of panic, but I was stuck in place. I felt trapped, with no escape from this whatsoever.

I’m such an idiot. I mentally scolded myself for letting my lustful curiosity get the best of me.

The reprimands within my mind were sliced in half, as a sly smirk traced over his lips, creating a few more layers of wrinkles upon his cheeks.

This could be chalked up to be the most embarrassing thing I’ve ever experienced.

I couldn’t decide on whether to focus on his lips or his eyes; it was becoming way too much to handle. I did a frantic dance between the two.

Coincidentally, as soon as our eyes met a final time, one of his eyelids opened and closed in one smooth motion, all while his stare remained fixated on me.

Did he really just do that? Did he just fucking wink at me?

I finally got the stamina to duck away from the window and onto the floor, with my back pressed against my former dorm room cases, and my breathing becoming more irregular by the second

What the fuck just happened?

#sam drake x reader #samuel drake x reader #sam drake #samuel drake #Uncharted 4 #uncharted fanfiction

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kharonion · 3 years ago

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Oooh the "say you want me and I'm yours" sounds very Hancock/Esper first time honestly 👀

Thank you, from the bottom of my gremlin heart, for enabling me to write this Chaotic Couple again, and with such an adorable prompt choice. Subtle smut sentence starters || 536 words | first time

“Was just thinkin’… It feels like I’ve found a part of myself I’d been missing. You don’t run from a damn thing, do you, Espe?” His lips lift into a smirk, more-so when she grins in return and curtly shakes her head.

“Why would I when I have a man like you watching my back, John?”

“And I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

He doesn’t realize his hands are resting on her supple hips. Tugging her closer. She now straddles him, and Hancock expects her to bolt away, not to lean into him with arms draped behind his neck. A hand slinks underneath her tank; every inch it covers causes goosebumps to prickle across her pale skin. She shifts against him, and my God, there is no way he can hide anything.

Through slightly grit teeth, Hancock manages to ask, “You sure about this?”

Esper kisses his forehead—without any pause—and a part of himself turns to mush. “You’re just how I like, John. Fuck anyone who makes you feel ashamed in any way, about anything.”

“... wasn’t thinking about the folks doing the shaming.”

“Hmm?” Oh, she damn well knows; that fact is given away by her weight lowering right where he wants it to. A gasp hitches in Hancock’s throat, his lips anchor to the exposed, freckled expanse of Esper’s collarbone. Teeth nip firm enough where he knows it’ll mark; more importantly, enough to make her entire body shudder.

Against her soft, flushed skin, he whispers, “Say you want me, and I’m yours, sunshine.”

Suddenly, he’s collapsed into the silken red bedspread, and Esper sits overtop him, fingers gently working to unbutton his undershirt. Between those luscious thighs is an intoxicating warmth that Hancock basks in; it makes his dick twitch against her clothed cunt. Esper licks her lips, rolls into him tantalizingly slow. Lips curl into a dangerous smirk, and that fuels the fire in the pit of his gut. His hands roam up to find her breasts. They fit in his palms, hardened nipples peaking through the thin tank; he pinches them between his knuckles as he kneads the flesh, coaxing a symphony of moans.

“Oh, John, I very much do,” Esper purrs, taking it upon herself to pull the tank off and open her fly. Hancock growls, a show of his appreciation and approval. “Consider me yours, Mayor.”

Esper lowers down and, as if it’s the most natural thing to do, locks her lips with his. If he wasn’t a puddle of a man before, he certainly is now. Arms reach around to her full ass, eagerly assisting in getting those goddamn shorts off. Esper pushes down his pants in kind.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Hancock muses against her lips as he lovingly traces every scar on her body. “That karma stuff is bullshit… because I can’t possibly be this lucky.”

She kisses him again. Assertive and sure. “Beg to differ. You deserve… everything… and I want you.”

Hancock has had sex plenty of times… but there is no time like this one. The moment he breaches her is the most magical he’s ever experienced in his life; Esper is trusting him, and he is trusting her, and something flickers between them that is goddamn indescribable.

#sorry this took so long ksjdf #.nsft #khar.doc #tumblr drabs #khar.ask #wingsy keeper of songs #oc: esper burke #hancock #x: the one i'm looking for

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waitineedaname · 4 years ago

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*chanting excitedly* 12 frenreylatta 12 frenreylatta 12 fr

I hope you like vampire and werewolf aus as much as I do <3

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“Please stop nibbling on the guests.”

It was not a sentence Tommy ever expected to have to say, but life was full of surprises. A great deal of those surprises could be traced back to the monster of the night that he called a roommate.

Okay, maybe monster of the night was a little harsh. They were just a normal pair of dudes that happened to be a werewolf and a vampire cohabitating. It wasn’t a strange situation at all. At least, that’s what Tommy was trying to tell Gordon Freeman.

Tommy was not the oldest werewolf in the area, nor was he the most experienced, but he was confident in the statement that he was the least chaotic by a longshot. So when he found a new werewolf that morning, he decided it was probably a good thing he was the one giving anxious and confused Gordon Freeman a crash course in coming to terms with monsterhood.

He’d ushered him over to his apartment as quickly as possible and did his best to field all of Gordon’s frantic questions. No, that wasn’t a feral dog he ran into the night prior. Yes, werewolves were real. No, he wasn’t sure who bit him, but once he found out, he’d give them a stern talking to. No, being a werewolf really didn’t change that much. Did he want a soda?

Tommy left Gordon on the couch, head in his hands as he grappled with the new information, and he went to grab the two of them something to drink. Now that he was thinking about it, something to eat wouldn’t be a bad idea either; he remembered being starving after his first transformation. He was scrambling eggs with his back to the living room when he heard a blood curdling shriek followed by the distinct sound of someone being punched. Ah, hell. He’d forgotten to tell Benrey what was happening.

He sighed and turned back around to face the living room. Gordon had scrambled to the far side of the couch and was clutching his neck with an alarmed look on his face. Benrey was on his back on the floor, clutching his nose and groaning in complaint.

“Bro, what the hell?” Benrey whined, slightly muffled behind his hands. “Why’d you hit me? Not cool.”

“You fucking bit me!” Gordon countered, gesturing wildly and revealing a chomp mark just above his shoulder in the process.

“Benrey,” Tommy said, finding a balance between sounding patient and sounding like a scolding schoolteacher, “Please stop nibbling on the guests.”

“Boo, no fair.” Benrey made puppy dog eyes at him from the floor, and Tommy had to bite back a laugh at how ridiculous he looked. “He was right there.”

“It’s- You have to ask first. It’s just good manners!” Tommy insisted.

“Wasn’t gonna eat him.” Benrey sat up, rubbing at his nose. Tommy was relieved to see it wasn’t broken. “Just gonna freak him out a bit. Kiss?” He added, pointing to his nose. Tommy huffed out a quiet laugh and leaned down to kiss his nose. Gordon, in the meantime, was freaking the fuck out.

“Eat me?!” Gordon looked like he was about a second away from lunging out the window to get away from Benrey. “Is that something that could happen here?”

Benrey, unhelpfully, bared his sharp teeth and cackled. Tommy straightened and attempted damage control. “Gordon, this- uh, this is my roommate, Benrey! He’s- He’s a vampire, but he’s not going to eat you or dr- uh, drink your blood. Right?” He looked down at Benrey for confirmation.

“Nah.” Benrey was now sitting politely criss-cross on the floor. “You kinda stink. Probably got, uh, stink blood. Hey, are you supposed to be here?”

“A vampire,” Gordon said instead of answering, “A fucking vampire. First werewolves and now vampires…” He trailed off as he put his face in his hands again, mumbling to himself.

“This is Gordon Freeman,” Tommy said, “He got turned into a werewolf last night.” He sent Benrey a look that he hoped conveyed “please be nice, he’s had a long day.”

Benrey nodded. “Cool. Is he supposed to be here though?”

“Dude, Tommy invited me in here!” Gordon interjected. “I didn’t just break in to have a panic attack on your sofa!”

“What? You broke in here? Not cool, man. Fucked up.”

“I just said-”

“Hey, so is Tommy your pack now?” Benrey interrupted him, standing up from the floor to instead perch like a gargoyle on the armrest of the couch. Gordon leaned away from him, but didn’t look like he was going to flee quite as much any more.

“My- What?” Gordon blinked and looked at Tommy, bewildered. “Is that a thing?”

Tommy shrugged. Packs weren’t really as prevelent as they were centuries ago, but Benrey was a lot older than he seemed, so Tommy wasn’t surprised he brought it up. “Kinda? You don’t- Not all werewolves are in a pack. But it can be nice to have people who understand what you’re, uh. What you’re going through.” Tommy walked over to sit between the two of them on the couch.

“Do… you have a pack?” Gordon asked, looking like he was questioning the bizarre course his life seemed to be on. Tommy hummed contemplatively.

“Not a traditional one. The only other werewolf is Dr. Coomer, and Benrey and Bubby are vampires. Bu-, uh, But-” Tommy smiled brightly at Gordon, “We make a pretty good pack!”

Benrey slid off the armrest and into the space between Tommy’s lap and the armrest. Gordon watched him with wary suspicion, but his expression softened when looking at Tommy. He stared at the two of them for a second, then sighed and ran a hand down his face. “What even is my life,” He said, his words accompanied by a slightly hysterical laugh.

“It’s not that bad, bro,” Benrey spoke up. “Don’t even gotta change much of your life. You’ll just dogboy sometimes.” Gordon made a strangled noise in the back of his throat at that, but Tommy cut in before he could say anything.

“He’s right! It’s not- Being a werewolf is okay. And you-” Tommy hovered a hesitant hand over Gordon’s arm, then gently placed it down on his forearm, squeezing in a way he hoped was comforting. Gordon raised his eyebrows but didn’t pull away, “You don’t have to- to be in our pack or anything, but I’m happy to help in whatever way you need!”

Gordon shifted and Tommy pulled his hand away quickly, but Gordon took his hand in his own before he could get far. “Thanks, man. This is not how I expected my day -- fuck, my life, I guess -- to be going, but I’m glad I’m not having to just stumble through this on my own.” Tommy beamed at him. Gordon glanced up at Benrey over Tommy’s shoulder and pointed an authoritative finger at him. “You. Don’t fucking bite me again, okay? I’ve been bitten twice in the past, like, twelve hours, and that’s more than enough.”

“Huh? Calm down, maybe?” was Benrey’s eloquent response. Gordon narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth to complain, but cut himself off with a sniff.

“Hey, uh, is something burning?”

“Shit!” Tommy jumped to his feet and raced to the kitchen. He made a despondent noise as he took the eggs off the heat.

“Tommy, it’s okay.” Gordon had stood and followed him to the kitchen. “I don’t mind eating something burnt. Hell, I’m so hungry, I might take a bite out of this jerk as payback,” He said, gesturing at Benrey.

“Whuh, you’re gonna bite me?” Benrey grabbed a blood pack out of the fridge, puncturing it with one of his teeth like a fucked up Capri Sun. “That’s so gross, why would you bite people.”

“Wh- Oh, come on.” Gordon sounded exasperated, but he also sounded a little like he wanted to laugh. They spent the rest of the morning like that, the two of them bickering while Tommy and Gordon shared burnt scrambled eggs at Tommy’s kitchen table. Though Gordon didn’t say anything for certain, Tommy felt warm and happy every time their arms brushed at the table. It would be nice to have another werewolf in the pack.

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lavendertales · 4 years ago

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Requested by @dindjarinneedsahug:

Hey here‘s a request for a pedro character (maybe veracruz, dave york or frankie, since they have some kind of military background). I just think about one of them being your superior and you’re maybe on a mission and something happens and he has to admit his feelings for you? Idk maybe something like this ^^ (Btw i absolutely adore your writings <3)

I went with Frankie for this one, I feel like he’d be the guy who’d confess this out in the open when things get a little tense. Also, gn!reader!

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It was getting colder, and the sun was setting behind the mountains, which meant your daylight would be gone and so would all of your hopes of getting out of that forest in due time.

Quite frankly, it was equally yours and Frankie’s fault.

His for being ever so stubborn and blatantly refusing to pilot the chopper during what you could’ve easily categorizes as a light summer rain, and yours for pushing things too far. Now, you admitted to it and apologized, but Frankie was simply too restless and desperate to figure a way out for the both of you to get out of that moist environment.

But for now, as the night settled, there was no way out. You had to make the most of it.

“We need to make a fire, and we need water and food. Frankie?”

He wasn’t actively listening. He was looking around for something, and even you couldn’t tell what it was that he needed or what was the reason behind his agitation.

“Frankie,” you called out to him. “Frankie, what the hell are you doing?”

“We need to leave.”

“Yeah, that’s pretty much self-explanatory.”

He kept spinning around and circling the same place, so you had to physically put an end to his fussing around. You grabbed his wrists and forced him to look at you. And you noticed it. He was more than agitated because you were stuck in a rainy forest for the night. He was more than frustrated.

He looked downright nervous and flushed.

“What the hell is the matter with you? We can handle this, we’ll get out of here,” you tried to reassure him.

But it didn’t calm him down. Not at all.

“I just… I want us to get out of here fast because I refuse to spend the night here and wonder if we’ll make it to the morning and regretting everything I didn’t tell you.”

You frowned. Well, that was new.

“What are you talking about?”

Frankie pulled away, resuming his chaotic search, but you were having none of that. Once again, you shouted at him and was about to make him look at you, to face you with dignity and let his raw honesty pour out of him; instead, he was the one who grabbed your arm and pulled you to him, eyes flaring with something intense that you hadn’t quite seen before.

“You couldn’t tell?” he asked, voice completely unmatched with the rigidity of his body.

“Couldn’t tell what?”

He faltered, wondering if he should really go for it. After all, you were in the middle of no man’s land, stuck between loneliness and mother earth, and there was nowhere for either one of you to hide. It was just you and him.

“I – “

“Would you just say whatever it is that you’re hiding?! It won’t even matter if we don’t make it out of here alive!”

“I am in love with you, okay?! I’ve – I’ve always been.”

You felt like the earth shifts beneath you and rocks rolled down, crushing your skull. You had no clue how to reply to that. You’ve always liked Frankie, to be sure, and whenever you hung out after hours, it was all great fun and laughter. And he was very handsome as well. Sometimes you found yourself staring a little too long at him, particularly when you were few drinks in and he just looked so damn good.

But you pushed all of those thoughts at the back of your head because… he was more experienced than you. He was, theoretically, outranking you with his skills. And he’d been through a messy divorce… and you didn’t want to add any more pain or pressure of any kind on top of his already chaotic life.

“You don’t have to say anything to that,” he cooed, body still rigid and hands petrified near yours. “I just… I thought I’d let you know since we’re trapped here for the night. And we might not make it till the morning.”

“We will.”

“You can’t know that for sure.”

“I know some things with certainty.”

You wanted to smile at him and found yourself blushing in the slightest, even in the humid environment and with the rain drops gently falling down on your cheeks. Frankie avoided your gaze for a brief moment before murmuring, “I just think you’re the best person I’ve ever known and I like everything about you and – “

In the midst of all the chaos and the panic, you pressed a light kiss on his cheek, watching him get increasingly flustered, and that’s when you really smiled. Frankie felt compelled to react in the same way, unsure if that was your way of reciprocating his sentiment or just a gesture of curtesy.

“For what it’s worth… I do like you too.”

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aomineavenue · 5 years ago

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Homesick (Miya Atsumu x f!Reader) | 008. healing

Summary: Six years ago, L/N Y/N wouldn’t exactly say that she loves her life. It had always been problematic but her best friend, Miya Atsumu, since she was eight when she moved to Hyōgo, has always been there for her, and she wouldn’t change it for the world. However, things would always fall apart for her ever since, so she should have expected of such. Running away from her problems seemed like the easiest route to take at the time, so what happens when the past comes barging back into her life demanding answers? Will she be able to confront her demons?

Pairings: Miya Atsumu x f!Reader

Updates: irregular.

Genre: Angst, ANGST I LOVE ANGST, a lil bit of fluff here and there.

Warnings: Language, etc.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters except for the reader and my ideas. I do not claim any images used for content in this fic, everything goes out to their respective creators unless it is mentioned that it is mine.

Status: completed. | series masterlist

↩ chapter seven bonus | healing | at peace ↪

mia speaks:

We’re getting real close to the end, and I don’t think I’ll be ready to part with Atsumu just yet. But I’m super duper excited to start Stubborn.

If it isn’t too much, please leave a little COMMENT on what you think of this piece or REBLOG if you like it! Thank you.

Rejection can be defined as an act of pushing someone or something away. It is also considered as something to be experienced on a large scale or small ways in everyday life. In the field of mental health care, rejection most frequently refers to the feelings of sadness, or grief people feel when they are not accepted by others.

In Atsumu’s case, it was the latter.

The moment he had decided to leave the party to seek you out, he was more or less, on edge. The fear of rejection was eating him out as he traveled back to Kanagawa, and even then as he stared at the hospital door that leads to Atsuhiro’s room where he assumes you’re most likely already in deep slumber from how late it is. However, that doesn’t stop him from his mission, eventually finding the courage to press his knuckles against the door to knock.

A minute passed and there was still no answer, a part of him decided it was best to leave, so you can rest but wanting to give it another chance, he knocks on the door once more. The lack of response disappoints him but he diminishes it with a little light of hope, telling himself that you’re probably asleep and it was best to try later. As he was about to leave, the hospital door slides open and his gaze lands on your exhausted, surprised, features.

He stares at you in adoration and before he could stop himself, the words slip out of his lips. "I love you."

Silence engulfs the two of you comfortably, his heart beating rapidly in his chest. He wonders if his beating heart was loud enough for you to hear through the silence. He watches in anticipation how your features shift from confusion to something he couldn't quite recognize. For a second, he berates himself for blurting out such foolishness.

Was it horror? Pity? He couldn't possibly comprehend with his nerves on overdrive, about a handful of thoughts swimming in his mind. If only he knew your heart was beating against its constraints just as fast as his, or that you wanted to throw your arms around him and finally claim him as yours at that very moment. He calls out your name in a stutter to pull you out of your shocked trance, fighting his urge to step through the threshold and pull you into his arms. He holds back the words clawing their way out of his mouth, not wanting to overwhelm you with his sudden burst of emotions. But mostly because he was afraid.

Afraid of humiliation, and of rejection. He was afraid that his feelings for you were no longer reciprocated. Though, he wouldn't blame you. He would understand if he was too late. It had been six years after all, and you, out of the both of you, deserve way better than this. Better than him.

However, a part of him wishes it were otherwise. He recalls the night he summoned the tiniest spark of courage to capture your lips with his own once more after so long. He doesn't regret his actions, because he realized things that night as your own lips move against his own. It was as if the missing puzzle piece had been rummaged through the piles of chaotic emotions and finally found its rightful place.

It just felt right.

If it weren’t for the ridiculous hounds of reporters that interrupted the night, he may have used that opportunity to win you over or at least have a proper talk with you since obviously there are still a lot of unfinished business between the two of you that need fixing for the sake of Atsuhiko and Atsuhiro.

“What are you doing here?” he hears you question, snapping out of his own thoughts, his shoulders growing tense.

He slips his hands into the pockets of his coat, wanting to hide his trembling fingers from your sight. “I know I should have reached out sooner, and there isn’t any way I could possibly excuse myself out of that. I’ve probably left you wondering again, and that’s the last thing I want.”

“It’s the middle of the night, Atsumu.” you mutter underneath your breath, brows furrowing. “What were you doing up anyways?”

He lifts his shoulders up into a timid shrug, “I was at a party. I couldn’t get you out of my head, so I went straight here. I know it’s late and I should have waited but it’s been days since we last spoke and I couldn’t take it anymore. I—I needed to see you.”

“I don’t know what to say…” you release a heavy sigh, shifting your gaze away from him as you feel your cheeks heat up from God knows what. Embarrassment? Flattery? God, you could only curse at yourself for feeling that way ever since the two of you shared that kiss.

The corners of his mouth tug up to a small smile, “You don’t have to say anything, just hear me out.” As you give him a nod after lifting your head to meet his gaze once more, he’s hit with a sudden rush of confidence, wondering if this was finally his chance to spill the feelings that had been occupying his thoughts since the two of you reunited.

It was a mixture of anger and hate the moment he had realized it was you, that was for sure, he’d been frustrated but the one thing that’s been bothering him was the thought of you disappearing again. This time, taking the kids, his sons that he had grown to adore, away from him. The very thought had been enough for him to lower his pride, and a good push from his twin brother. His brother’s words replaying his head.

‘Quit your moping and win her over before I do.’

“I love you,” he repeats his earlier words; this time with confidence, arms extending out to reach out for your hands which somehow, surprisingly for the both of you, you oblige, letting his fingers lace with yours. “I’ve loved you as my best friend the very moment when we were kids when you laughed at me for tripping and having the ice cream slip from my hands and landing on our grumpy neighbor’s bald head. I think a part of me started loving you there and then when you pulled me up from the ground and dragged me laughing away to avoid us getting into trouble.” You stifle a laugh, your eyes scrunching up in amusement at the memory and he couldn’t help but let a Cheshire grin form on his own lips at the sight of your happiness, feeling a sudden surge of happiness bubble in his own chest. There and then, he realized that he truly adored you and that he’s missed you. Missed this.

Missed the warmth that radiated from just your mere touch.

“I’ve loved you since we started high school and I know I had a really shitty way in showing that, being so absorbed in volleyball and everything, I don't think I ever deserved you then,” he lets out a sigh, “I never deserved your care. Despite me lashing out because of my own frustrations, you pulled me back into reality just as Osamu could and looking back now, I had been so blessed. And I…” he trails off, tearing his gaze away from yours in shame and his heart skips a beat at your gesture, squeezing his hands in a form of reassurance, “I took it for granted. I realized it too late and…”

He lets out a sob, lifting his head to meet yours once more and he lets the tears spill from the corners of his eyes. Slowly, he lowers himself down onto his knees and he watches your eyes widen as he gives your hands a squeeze of his own, “Let me prove it to you how sorry I am, please. I know I don’t deserve you, I don’t deserve to be a part of Atsuhiko and Atsuhiro’s liv—”

It almost seemed like time stood still for Atsumu as you drop down to your own knees in front of him, pulling your hands away from his grip, only for you to grip the fabric of his shirt beneath his coat between your fingers, pulling him closer to your body as you lower your head to rest your forehead on his shoulder. Despite the layering of clothes that protected his skin from the cold, he could feel the patch of wetness growing on his shoulder from the tears that flowed from your eyes. “I’m sorry, Atsumu. I’m sorry as well,” those words spill from your mouth, despite your words mixed with sobs and you trying to keep your voice to a whisper to not disturb the residence of the hospital on the floor, he could hear you loud and clear. “I’m sorry for being a coward. I’m sorry for leaving you when you needed me the most. I’m—” you cut yourself off with another sob.

The sight of your vulnerable state was enough for Atsumu’s heart to clench in its confinement and slowly, his arms snake around your hips to pull you closer to his body. The both of you release a sigh from the warmth. You continue, “You deserve to be loved, Atsumu. You really do. I’m sorry for what I’ve done. I’m sorry for depriving you of the chance to raise such wonderful sons. I—I’m sorry.”

The cold hospital floor didn’t even bother the two of you. The warmth radiating off of each other’s embrace was enough.

Home.

The blinding fluorescent lights almost stabs his eyes as he slowly flutters his eyelids open, a hiss escaping his lips from the sudden burst of light. He tries to shield his eyes from such torture by lifting his heavy arm only to let out a groan as a shriek echoes through the small room. Groggily, he turns his head towards the direction of the assault to his ears and blinks his eyelids a couple of times to adjust his sight.

He suddenly wishes he hadn’t woken up right at this moment.

As the blonde model notices Atsumu moving from his bed, her eyes widen in excitement at the sight of him awake, trying her best to push through his twin’s protective stance. “Tsumtsum! You’re awake and okay!” she squeals and he winces in response. Atsumu knows his brother well, and from the proximity from between the two by the door, despite his brother’s back facing him, he could tell from his mere posture that his twin had his usual scowl on his face when dealing with the women in his life. He watches from the bed as Yumi turns to face his twin, a scowl scrunching up in her features as she crosses her arms across her chest and stomps her feet. “Can you please tell your brother over here to let me through? I’m your girlfriend!” she huffs.

“Please pull your head out of your ass,” Osamu snaps and continues to hold Yumi back from entering his brother’s room. “You were never his girlfriend and I’m pretty sure he made it pretty clear that he doesn’t want anything to do with you a few nights ago. So why don’t you do the whole hospital a favor? Shut up and leave, because I’m pretty sure your excessive whining is disturbing the patients.”

Throughout Osamu’s annoyed speech, Atsumu had successfully pushed himself to sit on the bed without any assistance. He lets out a groan of pain and uses what little strength he has to press his back against the headboard of the hospital bed. Just as Yumi was about to retort, Atsumu calls for her attention from the bed. Yumi was quick to react, looking over at Atsumu. “Yes, baby?”

Osamu scrunches up his face in disgust and Atsumu can only let out a sigh, not having the energy to argue with her. “Please leave.”

The hopeful features that were splashed in her features disappear in a second at Atsumu’s command, “B—But…”

“Leave, I’m not in the mood to deal with you.” he sighs, tearing his gaze away from Yumi to look over at his brother who had turned his head to look at him over his shoulder, his eyes pleading Osamu to get rid of the irritating model from the premises, “And you’ll be hearing from my lawyer regarding a restraining order. Don’t think I didn’t hear from my son how some ‘mean looking lady’ had ambushed his mother yesterday on the way to the hospital.”

The model can only gape at Atsumu’s words, blinking in confusion. She stutters, “S—So—Son?”

“Goodbye now,” Osamu interrupts by sliding the door shut right in front of Yumi’s face, using her dazed gaze to his advantage by locking the door. Turning around, he arches a brow in curiosity towards his brother who looked nowhere near comfortable in his position, “Are you sure it was the right move to let Yumi, of all people, that you have a son?”

Atsumu lets out a frustrated sigh before waving his hand dismissively, “I’ll handle it.”

“How are you feeling?” Osamu asks as he occupies the seat next to Atsumu’s bed, “Judging by the look on your face, probably shit huh?”

Atsumu rolls his eyes before giving his brother a glare, “Yeah, no shit there.”

“It’s expected,” his brother lifts his shoulders up in a shrug as he leans back against his seat, “Your doctor did list down what you can and can’t do after this surgery, and well, what you would be feeling right after, so this is to be expected. Unless, you didn’t really listen?”

“Of course I listened, ya shit.” Atsumu snaps, brows furrowing.

Osamu lets a laugh escape his lips, a grin taking place on his lips, “Could’ve fooled me.”

“Why is my head hurting so fucking bad?” he lets out a groan, fluttering his eyes shut in annoyance for the pounding headache.

“You don’t remember?”

Atsumu flutters his eyelids back open to look at his brother in confusion, “What are you talking about?”

“You fucking got out of bed the moment you were put into this room after your surgery, you dimwit.” Osamu scolds him with a glare, bringing his hands up to massage his temples with the tips of his fingers, “You were told to rest, not to get out of bed. You passed out after the nurse tried getting you back to bed, in the hallway mind you, and Atsuhiko had to witness it. You didn’t know how scared the little boy was after you collapsed head first.”

Atsumu winces from the tone his twin was using, not that he cared for his brother’s scolding but it seemed the medication that was still in his system made everything sensitive, including his hearing. A frown makes its way to his lips at the mention of his son, “How about his brother? How’s Atsuhiro? His transfusion was just right after my surgery wasn’t it?”

“Stop talking and let me explain,” he sighs at his brother’s impatience but somehow he inwardly smiles at this side of his brother.

Since Atsumu had rushed out of the V.League Associations Party to confess his feelings to you, almost everyone noticed a change in him. Sure, he still attended training but according to Coach Samson, Atsumu seemed to be in top shape and even seemed to be more relaxed and enjoying his time on court. Of course, people who knew of the situation Atsumu was in, knew exactly the reason as to why he was in such condition.

Ever since the two of you cried to each other, keep in mind, in a hospital hallway, on the cold floor, there was an honest shift in the atmosphere that surrounded both of you. It was calmer and full of the warmth that Atsumu and you had been longing. And for the volleyball player, having the chance to spend some time with his kids was a huge bonus.

It made Atsumu feel complete.

Especially when Atsuhiko and Atsuhiro had started addressing him as their father. Yes, Atsumu was on different levels of high; the highest peak of Mount Fuji, Cloud Nine, heck he was just so happy he doesn’t want to let this feeling out of his grasp. And he’d be damned if someone tried to take such joy from him. There was no way that he’d let this good thing going for him slip through his fingers for as long as he lived.

So the very thought of Atsuhiko witnessing him collapse and fearing for his state was enough for his heart to hurt, he’d never meant to worry the little boy. As the father, shouldn’t he be the one worrying for his sons? He knows what his kids are thinking, having them (mostly Atsuhiko) bluntly express their fears of their father disappearing again. So the sight of him fainting in front of Atsuhiko had probably sent the little boy into panic. He’d have to make it up to him soon.

“It’s too soon to tell if the transfusion was a success,” Osamu stars, watching his brother inhale sharply as anxiety bubbled in his chest. “But so far, everything looks good. I was with them earlier when the doctor came in and he said he’ll be staying in for another day to monitor him. If everything’s good, he can leave the hospital and return every 6 months until he doesn’t need to have a transfusion anymore.”

He nods slowly, “And what about if the transfusion isn’t successful?”

“I don’t think that would be the case,” Osamu lifts his shoulders up in a shrug and gives his brother a reassuring smile, “Atsuhiro and you are a match, so far there aren’t any complications. It’s a success, ‘Tsumu. Don’t worry too much. Focus on getting better. Oh, and actually…”

Atsumu raises a brow at his twin, “What? You tell me not to worry and end your sentence like that? I ought to smack you if my body isn’t sore as fuck.”

A chuckle escapes the other twin seated on the chair next to the bed, a sly grin forming on his lips as he remembers the conversation from earlier. “Mom may, or may not be already planning your wedding.”

He splutters, eyes growing wide. He feels his cheeks heat up from the sheer thought of approaching you after his own mother had probably brought up the idea of marriage to you while he wasn’t present to stop her. Suddenly, he’s embarrassed to face you. “Please don’t tell me she had been pestering about marriage with my sons present.”

A smile curls up on Osamu’s lips at how his twin addresses the younger twins as his sons before he shakes his head in response, “Nah, Suwa-san took Atsuhiko out earlier for the day and I was keeping Atsuhiro occupied.”

“Suwa-san?”

Osamu rolls his eyes, “Reiji, purple haired dude that’s always with your girlfriend.”

“She isn’t my girlfriend,” he grumbles underneath his breath, frowning.

His twin lets out a laugh as he teases, “yet. You two are practically married.”

“I don’t know…” he lets out a sigh, “Do you think she’d be happier with that Reiji guy? He’s been with her ever since…”

“You’re lucky you’re in a hospital bed or else I would have kicked your ass for that negative pea brain of yours,” Osamu grunts, unamused by his twin brother’s words. Sure, he often teased his twin but he especially didn’t like it when Atsumu put himself down over something serious. “Don’t go there. Just don’t. The two of you have talked things out haven’t you?”

“How do you—”

Osamu cuts him off with a dismissive wave, “She told me. We talked when you were being prepped for your surgery. Just be patient, you can’t rush these things and don’t you dare decide for her either.”

“When did you become the boss of me?” he scoffs from the bed, tilting his head back to look up at the ceiling, “I just want what’s best for them.”

Knock. Knock. Knock.

His twin stands up from his seat upon hearing the knock, thinking it’s probably the doctor or you. Before he could unlock the door however, he glances back at his brother over his shoulder, “Stop moping and just be there for them whether you end up with her or not.”

Atsumu watches the hospital door slide open and his heart swells at the sight of you and Atsuhiko and he instantly wants to reach out when he notices the little boy’s lower lip quivering as he peers into the room. As the little boy’s gaze lands on Atsumu, the little boy rushes forward frantically.

“Daddy!” he cries out, throwing himself onto Atsumu’s body as soon as he gets near enough. Atsumu couldn’t even bring himself to complain of the pain from the impact due to the sight of his son’s distress, reaching out to run his fingers into the little boy’s hair, “You okay now? You scared me, daddy! You fell and you wouldn’t wake up! I tried waking you up but you wouldn’t!”

He tries his best to soothe the little boy who was clinging onto him from the side of his bed but Atsumu couldn’t contain the excitement he felt upon hearing Atsuhiko address him as his father over and over. He realizes that he probably wouldn’t ever get used to it but he wouldn’t mind hearing it all the time. “Daddy is doing much better. I’m sorry for scaring you, buddy.”

“Good, daddy. You and Hiro should get better so we can start playing together,” he nods his head happily, his mood shifting from his gloomy one upon hearing his father was okay. The little boy scrunches up his features into a look of distaste as he straightens himself up to stand, folding his tiny arms across his chest, “Daddy, the mean looking lady came again! She was yelling at mommy and saying mean things! Uncle Bo helped and I wanna help too but mommy said kicking someone isn’t nice.”

Atsumu turns to look over at you with a raised eyebrow as Atsuhiko finishes his explanation and you simply shook your head. Giving Osamu a small smile which he returns before leaving the room for the three of you. You turn your gaze back at the man who was waiting patiently for you to answer as you slide the door shut behind you, letting out a tired sigh. “That woman is not worth our time to discuss further, I’m taking legal actions though. How you ended up dating someone like her is beyond me.”

“She didn’t do anything to Hiko or you?” he asks, worry laced in his voice as Atsuhiko slowly crawls into the bed and snuggles himself into his father’s side. Atsumu notices you about to reprimand the little boy which he simply shakes his head towards your direction, lowering his head to press a kiss to the top of the little boy’s head.

“She couldn’t even if she tried,” you let out a snort as you approached the bed. He extends his arm out, his hand reaching for yours which you gladly take with your own and giving it a gentle squeeze, “You feeling okay?”

He nods, “A little sore but I guess that’s to be expected. How’s Hiro? Should you be leaving him on his own?”

“He’s doing fine, sleeping and our moms are busy bonding in his room, they said they’ll keep an eye on him,” you reassure him, “Plus this little one over here has been pestering me all day to check up on you.”

He feels his shoulder relax and a sigh of relief escapes his lips, lacing your fingers together with his as he lifts his gaze from Atsuhiko to look up at you, “I’m glad to hear that.”

“I’m glad to hear you’re doing fine,” you counter as the corners of your mouth tug down to a frown, “You gave us quite a scare, you know. We thought something had gone wrong with your surgery that caused you to collapse, turns out you were just being the stubborn idiot that you are. You really haven’t changed one bit.”

He places his other hand on his chest, feigning a hurt expression as he juts his lower lip to a pout to gain some sympathy from you which you simply responded with a shake of your head. The pad of thumb brushes against your skin and he lets out a defeated sigh, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare either of you. I just wanted to see Atsuhiro.”

“I understand,” you nod as you finally take a seat on the edge of his bed, watching Atsuhiko listening intently to the two of you, his brows furrowed as if he was trying his best to comprehend the conversation. “Just don’t do it again.”

“I promise,” he nods, flashing you a cheeky grin which you just roll your eyes at.

Atsuhiko interrupts the conversation by tilting his head to look up at his father as he remembers the task his Uncle Bo had given him when he had asked a particular question after encountering the mean looking lady moments ago before begging you to visit Atsumu. “Hey, daddy?”

“Yeah buddy?” Atsumu asks, his heart swelling with pride upon hearing the word daddy once more, shifting his attention back to the little boy snuggled comfortably against his side.

“What does bitch mean?”

#atsumu miya x reader #atsumu miya imagine #atsumu x reader #atsumu imagine #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagine #homesick

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thedevildomdaily · 4 years ago

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Demonic Possessions Ch 9: Love Advice & Interior Design

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I decided to make this chapter with more light banter and fun interactions and give the nephilim brothers some attention.

Warnings: Swearing, NSFW implied, light stuff this time ********************************

A couple weeks had passed. Construction on the attic was nearly complete. Lucifer and Azriel had negotiated a schedule in which the nephilim brothers would work on the attic bedroom for their sister. This helped avoid chaotic mornings, at least where the nephilim were concerned.

The overall mood of The House of Lamentation had shifted from the unease of having a new occupant amongst the Brothers and Lilly, to an odd sense of which the brothers had never experienced before. A shift in their dynamic as a family twisted due to a certain blossoming relationship.

Leviathan had become more outgoing and less reluctant in participating in events. He was more welcoming of everyone hanging around his room as well and his mood was less-likely to sour thanks to Lena. His brothers were happy for him, but it was an unusual experience for them as well. It was hard to ever find the two of them apart from each other.

“Thank you for doing my nails Asmo!” Lena chimed, “Your skills are amazing!”

Asmo grinned with brimming confidence, “Of course they are Leee-na. I’m an absolute master with nail art.”

“He’s also the best hair stylist.” Lilly chimed.

Asmodeus’s room had transformed into a spa for the two female residents and himself. The human was laying on his bed with a face mask and cucumbers over her eyes as her toe nails dried. Her hair was in a towel and she was completely relaxed as she sipped on her mimosa.

The nephilim had a peel on her face as she sat in a lavish chair while the demon painted a cute black cat on her accent nail. She too had her fill of mimosas as they relaxed from a week of cramming for a chapter test in alchemy. The math involved was exhausting, but she’d probably do well enough.

“Your brother is almost as bad as my old man when it comes to studying. I’m doing my best to be civil about it, but it’s getting on my nerves…”

Asmo gave a dramatic sigh, “If you think he’s bad now, wait until midterms. It’s a boot camp nightmare.” He then exchanged looks with Lilly as she peeked at them from her cucumber. He was underselling Lucifer’s regime.

“You know….” Asmo began with a sly voice, “I’m surprised Levi isn’t in here to get his nails painted…” Lena knew he was just baiting her at the mention of his brother. He wanted to open a dialogue to gossip about their relationship.

Shrugging, “I offered an invitation but Levi’s nails are still great from the last time you painted them. He’s also really engaged in a super hard game. The last time I saw him, Beel and Belphie were watching him battle a boss. It was getting intense in there…” It was also extremely cute, she thought.

“I’m just saying, given the fact that he’s the Avatar of Envy, I figured Levi to be a little more possessive and be following you around a lot more.” his younger brother admitted.

“Not gonna lie…” Lilly added, “I kinda anticipated that myself.” The brothers were all very possessive and it was easy to picture any one of them being like that. Well, Lucifer excluded. He was too damn cocky to believe anyone would stray from him ever.

Lena thought about it for a moment, ‘Well, I took your collective advice and talked directly with him when we went on that first date. I laid it all out for him: I’m not being held down to any single relationship. And in a kinder manner, that I basically don’t want to deal with jealousy. I’ve given up on monogamy….” he chuckled for a moment, “He actually compared me to you Asmo, and then asked if I wanted to start a reverse harem...and ya know what, I kinda like that idea haha!”

The other two blinked for a moment and joined in the laughter. “Pffft, that’s definitely a Levi-type of conclusion…” Lilly chuckled. She peeled the cucumbers off and ate them as she sat up. “It looks like you guys reached an amicable agreement then?”

The nephilim looked upward, clearly thinking about it for a moment. “We have. He agreed to an open relationship and to not be overly clingy with me. It’s beneficial to the both of u-”

“BOTH!?” Asmodeus interrupted, “Please explain!!?! Has my big, nerdy brother been hiding some secret affairs over these past few centuries?!” Why would it benefit the both of them, when only one of them has even been in multiple relationships?

“Oh, it’s quite simple really,” Lena chuckled, “His 2D waifus. I won’t ever complain about them or come between him and his fandom and I can have relationships with others as well. Besides, we’re immortal beings...forever is a realistic timeframe for us...why cling to each until we both become miserable? Monogamy hasn’t ever worked for any immortals I know...what about you?” Of course she was asking Asmo as he finished her last nail.

The demon shook his head as he released her hand and got his DDD ready to take pictures of his work for the gram. “Not that I’ve ever paid attention to it, I really can’t think of anyone...even angels drift apart and take loooooong breaks.”

“Well that’s a bit depressing….” Lilly mumbled.

“Oh, Lilly dear...don’t get depressed about it. It’s the beauty of humanity. You guys are far more capable of having a one, true love...not that you have to stick to it. It’s a valid option though.” She didn’t mean to depress the human. In her very long life, Lena had been in 100+ year relationships with various long-lived beings and it never seemed to work out. She was now trying this open relationship thing so that she didn’t feel tied-down or tired. She didn’t want anyone she was with to feel that way either.

“It’s all good. I was teasing for the most part.” Lilly smiled, “There’s only so many ways a person can spice things up and keep their relationship fresh; I’m sure an immortal couple could really struggle after a few centuries. It’s that case in my favorite vampire novel series anyways…”

Asmo didn’t comment on the matter. He couldn’t relate since he was loved by all and could charm anyone he wanted. He never for a moment considered a relationship because he could never love anyone more than himself.

“So, since you’ve found a way for things to work, have you guys……?” He smirked at the nephilim.

“ASMO!” Lily shouted. He merely chuckled.

“It’s none of your business…” Lena responded.

“That would be a solid ‘No’ then.” He quibbed. Lilly exchanged a look with him and nodded.

“Y’all are both horrible! It’s hard given he’s so reclusive and nervous. But also very cute….NO! I’m not talking with you guys about this, especially you Asmo. I’m not giving you any ammo to blackmail Levi…” She paused for a moment and contemplated, “I know he’s shy. But I also….”

“Also what?” Lilly blinked.

“I don’t know how to approach him. I’ve never been with a demon. Are you guys...very different for other beings?”

“Oh, you wanna see? Hmmmm?” Asmo teased. Or was he?

“Stop it!” Lilly smacked his shoulder lightly.

“Lena. You’re gonna have to make the first moves on Levi. Good news is there won’t be much effort you’d have to put into seducing him. It’s just finding the opportune moment when you’re feeling it.”

The girls both stared at Asmodeus for a moment.

“What? Is there something on my gorgeous face?” He immediately felt his pale, rosey cheeks.

“No, you’re just being surprisingly perceptive and giving profound advice on the matter.” Lilly said, “Lena should definitely wait until she feels right before taking the move. Like you said girl, you’ve got eternity. Take your time. Levi is a great guy and I know he’d never pressure you...”

Lena smiled and looked-up while thinking about him. “Yeah, he’s great. Special. I have so much fun with him. It’s nice to have someone interested in the same nerdy stuff as I am and not being picked-on about it 24/7.” Her last relationship went down like that. “When he blushes simply by me taking his hand, or how shocked he gets when I sneak behind him and wrap my arms around his waist...oooh... He’s too cute!!!!”

The nephilim squealed and shut her eyes hard thinking about her Levi-kun and the other two just laughed at her. Her responses to his cuteness just didn’t match her aesthetic at all and they found it hilarious to watch.

"Oh.." Lilly chimed in again, "They're 'normal' I guess."

Lena and Asmo blinked at the human for a moment.

"You asked if they were, ya know, compatible. I've had the horror of accidentally entering the men's bath when we went on a trip to a demonic hotspring before...I wanted to shove hot pokers in my eyes..." Lilly cringed.

"Oh, that's right! Lilly got to see me in all of my glory...jealous?" Asmo grinned.

The trio laughed and picked on each other all afternoon.

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“Okay, we need a few more pieces of paneling. I want some nice filigree border work.” Azriel said to himself out loud as he took a step back to look at the progress made on his sister’s room.

Zak stood in the doorway, hands in his pockets, as he watched his brother pace across the room. “Hey bro. It’s looking good. You really outdid yourself this time.” His siblings were super artsy, creative types. He couldn’t keep up with them on that. Instead, the middle sibling put any creativity into vehicle design and engineering. “Let’s take a break and go to Hell’s Kitchen for lunch. Then when we get back, you can spot anything else we need to do….”

“You do have a point. Let’s eat and come back with a new perspective…”

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The nephilim brothers went for lunch, meeting up with Beelzabub and Belphegor. The twins were in the back corner, where the owner often put them so they weren’t a distraction for the other customers.

Belphegor had his arms folded on the table, propping his head up as he watched Beel chow down on ten burgers.

“Hey guys, can we join you?” Zak asked when he approached the demons.

“Sh--rr” Beel nodded as he wadded another large bite of food. Zak could have sworn the demon’s jaw had unhinged to take such a huge bite.

Azriel took a seat next to Beel. The two of them were the same height, though Azriel was much thinner, with more of a swimmer’s body then a body-builder’s. Zak sat by a groggy Belphie. They too, were the same height but different build. Zak liked to work out when he wasn’t working on a new engine.

“You guys about to finish remodeling?” Belphie asked with a yawn at the end, “I’m curious what you’ve done to my old...space.” Was it a bedroom or a prison? He didn’t know quite how to label the attic Lucifer kept him in.

Azri gave a pleasant smile, “Yes. It’s all coming along smoothly. Lena will be thrilled with it. It’s a touch of old european with her beloved gothic asethetic. She might not like the light-colored flooring, but it makes the space look bigger…” he went off into deep thought for a moment. Then, he saw some green in the corner of his eye and smiled, “excuse me for a moment…”

“Sorry, I swear Azri has ADHD or something...don’t mind him. ‘Creative Genius’ at work 24/7” Zak chuckled and looked at the menu.

“S’okay.” Belphie nodded and closed his eyes for a moment. “Sounds like you’ve had a lot of things to do. It’s nice putting in that effort for your little sibling.”

The twins and Zaksalamel chatted and ate their lunch, nearly forgetting that the elder nephilim had even came to Hell’s Kitchen. When he finally returned, there was an empty plate left at his spot.

“You shouldn’t have ordered and left when sitting by Beel…” Belphegor responded after seeing the shocked expression on Azri’s face. “Your food didn’t stand a chance...and apparently the napkin…”

“S-sorry….” Beel scratched the back of his head.

After a moment of silence, Azriel sighed, “it’s okay. That one was definitely on me….”

Zak noticed his brother’s cheeks get a little rosy. His mind was elsewhere clearly. What was he up to. “Hey, Devildom to Azriel...where’d you disappear to?”

“Oh, forgive my rudeness..again.” He suddenly returned to the conversation. “I just happened to see someone I know and asked for their opinion about the flooring choice…”

“Mmmh-hmmm…” Zak’s eyes narrowed at his brother, knowing there was something else to it. Azriel’s voice tone was suspicious. He’d leave it alone for now.

“So, anyways, I made the right decision, and I think we will be finished with everything in 2 days.” Azri clapped his hands together, chipper with the apparent results of the consultation he’d just had. “Beel, if you’d like to make it up to me for eating my highly-anticipated lunch, could you help carry furniture upstairs? You must be very careful…Lena is going to flip out when she sees it!”

As the four of them returned to the House of Lamentation together, Beel and Belphie walked some space behind the nephilim.

“They sure seem to care a lot about their sister to spend so much time on this room. I don’t think it was that bad..” Belphegor said quietly.

‘True. But, we’d do the same thing for our sister too. And that means Lilly as well…” Beelzebub nodded.

Agreeing, Belphegor let out a small sigh. He wasn’t sure about his own opinion of Lena so far. They didn’t start off on the best of terms. No, he’d admit that he behaved like a brat that day. But he never had the opportunity to get to know her or to apologize for his overreaction. Maybe he’d help with the furniture too?

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kikilefangirl · 5 years ago

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New Light

Barry Allen x Reader

(Quick Note: Happy Inauguration Day! After all the craziness and stress four years in the making, I wanted to write someone as kindhearted and sweet as Barry Allen.)

(Word Count: 1837)

“I’m on my way, Felicity, my train was running late—“

A hard shoulder slamming into your chest cut you off mid sentence and knocked you all the way to the hard ground.

Between the roar of trains coming in and out of the platform, shuffling footsteps, and your friend’s worried yelling through the phone, disoriented was a nice way of putting it. Your still head was spinning as you stumbled to your feet.

“Oh my, oh my god, I am so sorry—let me, uh— and you’re...already...up.” He rambled.

So it was a man who ran into you. And he was going on and on nervously as he picked up your fallen items. He had a thin build and dark hair, but you could only focus on his clumsy hands and apologetic eyes.

“It’s totally fine, just be careful next time.” You joked and pushed your braids away from your face.

The man rose to his feet and held your phone and purse out towards you. As you took them and gave him your best smile. There was something about his absentmindedness that was kind of charming and intriguing.

“I, uh, um...Barry Allen. I’m Barry Allen....Barry is my name.” He said.

You held in your laugh for fear of flustering him more and settled on a curious gaze. Barry wiped a hand on his back pocket and offered it to you.

“Nice to meet you, Barry. I’m Y/N.” You replied as you shook his hand.

You decided to omit the Queen part of your name, for now. Barry seemed sweet and genuinely interested in you. Having a dead father, a brother back from the dead, an out of control sister, and a mother on trial for mass murder tended to scare away any potential partners. You shifted your weight.

You had to get going sooner rather than later, but not wanting to let Barry go just yet, you took out a pen out of your purse and wrote your number on his palm.

“Try not to mow anyone else down today, and maybe give me a call if you're still in town, Barry.” You told him.

He stuttered through a response and turned a bright pink. You nodded with a smile and promptly walked off to your awaiting car.

“Barry Allen.” You repeated his name out loud once inside and heat built up in your cheeks. You hoped he’d call.

...

Oliver was waiting in his office for you when you walked up to the entrance of Queen Consolidated.

Pushing through the glass doors, you didn’t spare a second thought on the curious stares people sent you, you had spent your whole life getting them. A ping on your phone made you smile as soon as you saw it.

Sorry I ran you over earlier...I don’t really know places to go out here, but I could find somewhere if you still wanted to go out with me?—Barry Allen (from the train station, sorry again!)

A warm, bubbly feeling took over your whole body. Barry gave you a feeling you had rarely experienced: he was genuinely good. You needed some positivity in the midst of your chaotic life.

Before you could reply back, a woman’s voice and body stood in your way. You had only made it to the front desk.

“Excuse me—“

“No unauthorized personnel, here.” She explained.

Your eyes narrowed into slits as you looked up from your phone. Tons of other people were free and clear to pass by, but of course you, the black girl was stopped. Clicking your tongue, you tried to move past her.

“Do you have an ID for Queen Consolidated? If you don’t I’m going to have to ask you to leave before I call the police.” She said.

Bullshit.

“My name is Y/N Queen. Move.” You sniped. You were already running late as it was, but today of all days a white girl just had to try you.

“I’ve never heard of you. I’m calling the police.” She threatened. Her hand was already on the buttons. You huffed. What had started as an annoyance had escalated into full blown danger.

You quickly dialed your brother’s number. He picked up on the second ring.

“You’re late, Y/N.” Oliver chastised from the other end.

“Actually, I’m downstairs being blocked from the elevator, in a building we own, and a company we have shares in. Get down here, now.”

For a few tortuous minutes, you stood there waiting at a stalemate. The security was bounding down the steps; they were big men in dark suits and earpieces.

You ran your tongue on the roof of your mouth, a mix of anger and fear and shame. Oliver wasn’t supposed to bail you out. You were just as much a Queen as he was and should’ve had the same access as he did. You ground your teeth and folded your arms.

You were relieved when the elevator dinged and Oliver stepped out of it.

His eyes widened in surprise for a split second, before the realization of what was happening sunk in. To anyone that didn’t know him, Oliver might have looked calm. But the clenched jaw, pulled back lip corners and the way he furled and unfurled his hands as he adjusted his suit said otherwise.

“Who told you that you could physically block and try to remove my sister from the area?” He said with a straight face, staring directly at the woman.

You smirked as she stumbled through a range of bullshit excuses and ‘I’m sorry, Mr. Queen’ over and over again to no avail.

Oliver protectively ushered you into the elevator, but before the doors could close you yelled, “Might wanna see who’s hiring!”

On the way up, you brushed off Oliver’s questions and concerns. You had lived your entire life black, this was nothing new to you. But after five years away, it probably was to him. You weren’t a teenager standing by his or your dad’s side anymore.

“I’m fine, Ollie. Drop it, please.” You pleaded.

“That woman was going to call the police on you, Y/N.” He continued, still bewildered.

“I get that being on that island wasn’t your fault, but I’ve held my own as a black woman for five years without you or dad. Things like that are just a part of the package.” You explained.

As the two of you stepped off the elevator, you softened when he gave you a long hug. It was his apology, and you leaned in, accepting it. Five years was a long time away.

“I only came by to check in on you. With the break in and all, plus Mom’s party tonight...” You trailed off.

Oliver offered a small smile as the two of you rounded the corner. You blinked in surprise when you saw none other than Barry Allen talking to Felicity. Your mood instantly brightened.

“Barry!” You called out. At the sound of his name, he saw you and fell flat on his face. Clumsiness was becoming a theme between you two. You hurried over and helped him up.

“I’m so sorry!” You exclaimed, but Barry stared at you, confused. You held Barry’s full attention as if no one else was in the room. It was refreshing, really.

“Hi-hi again, Y/N...What are you doing h-here?” He asked. You held Barry’s full attention as if no one else was in the room. It was refreshing, really. Too bad Oliver had to ruin it.

“Barry, how do you know my little sister?” He said it, more than asked it.

Oliver gave Barry an icy glare. The threat in his voice may have had an effect on everyone else, but it made you roll your eyes in annoyance. He just had to add the little sister part. Barry straightened up and swallowed nervously, his Adam’s apple bobbing in the process.

Damn it, Oliver. You two were very hot and cold lately and it bothered you to no end.

“I met him this morning, Ollie, mind your business.” You snapped. You turned back to Barry and smiled.

“There’s a party at our house tonight, you should drop by if my idiot brother doesn’t kill you first. Text me for the address.” You declared. Your eyes burned with defiance as you stormed off, matching Oliver’s mood. You guessed you really were siblings.

As you left, you hoped Barry would show.

...

The annual Queen family Christmas party was honestly, the most awkward two hours of your life.

You, Moira, Thea, and Oliver stood in an almost empty living room. The only guests seemed to be the caterers. Barry hadn’t texted you, either.

“Maybe...people got lost on the way.” You offered. Moira smiled at you and patted your shoulder.

“Thank you, dear, but we all know the real reason. Nobody wants to be seen with the likes of me.” She said. She was right. You shot her an apologetic look and handed her another drink.

Oliver took the opportunity to whisk you away from your mother and sister, “Y/N, help me with the drinks, please.”

You obliged without protest. You had already been stood up by half the city and Barry. Family really was all you had.

“What, Ollie?” You asked in an exasperated tone.

“I know that you took on a lot, while I was on the island. And I know that being the oldest wasn’t easy, especially for you in the public eye. I read the tabloids.”

Oliver’s admission made you a little teary eyed. He was the first person in the family to truly consider you family. He was your big brother. He caught up on all of the horrible headlines and rumors that swirled about you after the news broke about the Queen’s Gambit.

“Which is why I invited someone special, tonight. For you.” Oliver said. You raised a brow in confusion.

“I’m not that great over text.” You turned around and your mouth dropped open a little. It was Barry, in a really nice suit looking finer than ever. You gave him a hug and he took your hand.

“I’m also not a great dancer, I’ll try not to step on your toes.” He admitted. You led him to the dance floor and nodded to the musicians.

“Don’t worry about it. There isn’t much of a crowd to judge you.” You joked.

You and Barry swayed to the music, talking and laughing the whole way through. Barry Allen, you found, really was the ray of light you needed in the moment. The past few months were some of the hardest in your life, filled with dark moments and uncertainty.

As Barry held you and told you corny science jokes and yes, stepped on your toes once or twice, you realized you had never met anyone as sweet and as kind as him.

When the night was over, you couldn’t help but look forward to the next time you saw him.

#black!reader #poc!reader #dctv #barry allen #barry allen x reader #oliver queen #Oliver Queen x platonic! reader #Oliver Queen x sister! reader #the flash #arrow

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rolanberry-rebel · 4 years ago

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Info sheet: Kjalla Nisemi

Name: Kjalla Nisemi Nicknames: K, Two-Guns, “oh hell, not her!”, “Gun-bunny” if you want to get shot Race: Viera (rava) Age: mid-late 30s in hyuran years, exact age unknown (even to her, really) Gender: Cis female Orientation: Whatever suits her at the moment Relationship status: Whatever suits her at the moment Profession: Professional psycho, hired gun, mechanic

Height: 6′2″ Weight: 160lbs. Eyes: Icy blue Hair: Dark blue Skin: Greyish-blue Build: Fit, busty Scars: Deep scar along the left side of her jaw, scarring around her wrists and fingers, scar tissue along her neck. Tattoos: Blue markings along her face; a thorny blue vine splayed down the back of her neck, along her right shoulder and twining around her right bicep Fashion: Spartan and street-tough; never goes anywhere without her kickin’ boots and a good jacket. Loves leather, loves fishnets, loves denim, loves spikes. Comfortable and not necessarily showy. Dark colors. Loves red; loves black. Not afraid to show off what she’s got. When she thinks she’ll need it she's outfitted in the one of the suits of heavy armor she custom-builds herself, varying from more mobile sets of light plate to bulky, gadget-augmented battle suits. Accessories: Kjalla wears a fair amount of jewelry, a lot of it worn and tarnished, suggesting it might have some sentimental value. Often seen with a smattering of dull gold and silver rings, earrings, and a bridge piercing with a pair of rubies at each end.

Birthplace: the Golmore jungles somewhere. Residence: Her junk shop/personal safehouse off of a private jetty near Kugane. Alignment: Chaotic Evil Hobbies: Violence, rowdy nights out, any and every manner of indulgence, creating new weapons and gadgets for her armors, salvaging and experimenting with old junk, making and spending lots of gil Likes: Exciting experiences, adrenaline rushes, the opposite sex, the same sex, swapping stories, swapping punches, money, people with guts, alcohol, tinkering away Dislikes: Cowards, soft people, pretty things, lalafel, you if you get in her way. And chocobos. Disgusting things. Personality: Erratic and unconstrained, shifting wildly with her impulsive mood swings. One night you buy her a drink and you might flirt your way back to her junk-shop; the next she might put a round through your skull. More than anything she likes to surprise and be surprised, so always expect the unexpected. Always headstrong and often arrogant, and you should absolutely never tell her what to do. Ever. In spite of her crazed impulses, when she’s not in a bad mood Kjalla can be incorrigibly flirtatious, friendly, and fun to have a good night out with. Virtues: Strong, physically and emotionally; there’s very little that will break her, and she’s seen it all. Strong leadership instinct, whether through her charisma or force of character simply overwhelming others into following. Obsessively self-sufficient and fiercely independent. Determined and diligent when there’s work to do, and will not quit until she gets it done. Streetwise, clever, skilled; not conventionally smart but picks up new hands-on skills quickly. A fierce, experienced fighter. Unfailingly loyal to those who prove themselves worth it. Bad habits: The obvious - she’s utterly immoral, indulging in any behavior if it makes her feel good. Impulsive, reckless, violent, quick to anger and lash out at others. Heart hard as a rock and a firm believer in the survival of the fittest (the fittest, of course, being her). Trusts next to no one and will betray others save her closest circle if it helps her get ahead. Stubborn as hell. Promiscuous with little regard for whom it might hurt. Huge chip on her shoulder. Has a major problem with authority. Unintelligent by conventional standards, and completely dead to magic.

Significant Other: *derisive laughter* Children: *even more incredulous laughter* Family: All presumed dead, except for her sister Eyrisse, from whom she is estranged. Pets: Linchpin and Electrode, her pair of baby coeurls, who live at her junk-shop. Their unique grounding and electrical powers help Kjalla with her electrical experiments.

Friends: People aren’t friends to Kjalla; they’re tools, things to be used, experienced and discarded. (Most of the time, anyway...)

You might know Kjalla if...

Merciless Mercenary. Kjalla is a notoriously cutthroat sellsword, unscrupulous - more than willing and able to do any job big or small, just as long as kids aren’t involved. (That’s the one line she doesn’t cross.) From political leaders to petty thieves, she’s taken them all. Her race may paint her as a novelty - it’s not often you see a viera mercenary traipsing around the world, after all - but she’s no laughing matter. If you hire mercenaries, work with them, or are one yourself, there’s a good chance you’ve heard of her, under one of her assorted names - some flattering, some very much not.

Underworld Surgeon. Kjalla has no magical healing talent but she’s a darn good field surgeon, and has a great knowledge of alchemical remedies, salves and drugs. A ‘side-job’ of hers is to sell her services as a mundane healer to shady characters who, for fear of the law, of the attention, or otherwise - avoid visiting a reputable establishment for healing after an incident. Criminals on the run, overdose cases, just someone who wants to stay off the grid - if you’re in need of a quick patching-up and you’d rather keep it discreet, her junk-shop is always open.

Life of the Party. Kjalla is a staple in a few of her favorite seedy dives in cities across the world - and would certainly be recognizable to regulars, given scar-covered, foul-mouthed viera with backwater accents aren’t exactly easy to miss. If you frequent these kinds of establishments, you’ve no doubt heard of, seen, and maybe even gotten into a drunken brawl with her.

Purveyor of Dangerous and Exploding Things. Kjalla loves weapons - all of them, but especially guns, bombs, tasers, flamethrowers, dynamite, and weapons far more bizarre and exotic. If you’re a weapon collector, an arms dealer, or if you’re looking to outfit yourself with something significantly more dangerous, you’ve no doubt run in to back-alley gunrunners and smugglers who’ve mentioned her as a supplier. Conversely, if you’re searching for training in gunsmithing or engineering from a master, she might consider it... you’ll probably wind up dead, though, so maaaybe not a good idea... unless that’s your kink.

Garlean Killer: There’re few jobs Kjalla loves more than the ones where she gets to pop Garlean heads like grapes. Though one could scarcely call the viera a principled woman whose violence is politically sophisticated, she takes a perverse delight in torturing and killing agents of the empire, even if she’s not getting paid to do it. Naturally her reputation for murdering prominent officers, personnel, facilities, and stealing lots of Garlean technology has made her a notorious outlaw in the empire, and if you’re involved in any of those fields, you’d recognize her scarred visage anywhere. Just be careful - she really does love planting bullets right in those third eyes.

Hi! I’ve been RPing forever and I’m lookin for new friends!

Adult female OOCly who’s RPed in every game you can probably think of and happy RPing lots of themes/scene types so long as we talk about it beforehand.

Kjalla is violent, rude, crude, and lustful. I however am (well, in my opinion, anyway...) none of those things, and am happy to talk with nice people! Just be aware most RP involving her’s gonna be one of those things, lol.

Available at random times, usually late evenings EST. Will always try to respond to private messages here no matter when you send them though!

Discord: I’m not on there very much, but I know it’s become a big way for a lotta people to do most of their OOC communication/RP threads so I’m willing to get on there if you wanna talk!

In-game: Anylissa Sebastis (Balmung) or Kjalla Nisemi (Mateus)

If you’re not into psychotic rabbit-ladies, I have my playful spoiled heiress, Anylissa, if you’d prefer. :>

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