#i mean i could probably come up with somethin but i just dont have a good idea of her character
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the doodles i doodled while i listened to the nona audio book babay! (plus my favorite pyrrha dve quotes)
#tlt#the locked tomb#nona the ninth#nona the ninth spoilers#camilla hect#pyrrha dve#tlt shitposting#gideon the ninth#lot of people were asking me for a comic with pash in it but tbh i couldnt really think of anything LMAO SORRY#i mean i could probably come up with somethin but i just dont have a good idea of her character#i mean the fandom makes her very funny but in the book she doesnt have much screen time#do you still call it screen time if its a book probably not right#also sorry all my favorite pyrrha quotes are basically just her calling cam a gay ass#also also im working on griddlehark farmer doodles so ill probably get those done next
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Rafe fucking jayj’s step sister to piss him off because he has a feeling your relationship with him goes beyond being step siblings
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rafe has been watching you. he was intrigued truly, how a sweet girl like you wound up being a pogue. he knew you couldn’t be jj’s actual sister, no— you didn’t quite look the same, and the way you and him interacted, even in public was odd. too touchy, yet cautious, overly self aware. shit, he couldn’t blame jj. if a fine piece of ass like you found your way into his family he’d probably do the exact same.
the need to get back at jj came when he went down for technically vandalising toppers boat. technically, it was pope. but pope didn’t have anything that rafe wanted… jj however…
you were stood so shyly at the entrance to the cameron residence, having received a message from ‘ward’ (actually rafe) that he was interested in hiring you, some kind of personal assistant job. but ward was out of town, and rafe was welcoming you inside.
“y’know i—i don’t know what he was thinking inviting you round right now, he’s out of town.” he scratches his temple, squinting apologetically.
“oh…” you fiddle with your fingers, glancing around at the inside of pristine tannyhill.
“yeah… yeah, i’m sorry about that. you want somethin’ to drink? whilst you know, whilst you’re here?” he extends his arm, backing up towards the kitchen.
“oh i couldn’t possibly—”
“please, anything you want.” rafe waves you off as you follow him through to the next room.
“well, if you insist. just a water please, i’m a little parched from riding my bike over here.” he tries not to snicker, thinking about that little pogue-mobile of yours. it was so you, rickety little thing with a pink basket on top. cute, rafe thought.
even the look of a brita water filter seems to slightly excite you and he smiles, filling up a glass and handing it to you. as you drink, he speaks— seemingly making conversation.
“so you’re uh… maybanks sister, right?” he leans on the counter. he sees you stiffen slightly, knowing the two of them have had their quarrels, but jj never really letting you in on the ins and outs. “s’okay, i can separate the two of you. we’re all adults here, right?” he reassures.
you put the glass down on the counter, wiping your wet hand on your dress. “well, he’s my step-brother.” you clarify.
“ah, yeah… yeah i thought so. no one acts like that with their step sibling.” his gaze doesn’t leave yours even when yours flickers away, guilty. right then, that moment there — rafe knew his suspicions were true. he steps back, nodding for you to follow him. “lets go sit down, yeah?”
you feel you have no choice but to follow him, sitting on the large couch now beside him with your hands on your lap. he leans his elbow on his knee, watching you.
“i—i wanna be straight up with you, that okay?” he drawls after the small talk time is up, eyes boring into yours.
“…yeah.”
“i know it’s not my business but i… i feel like your step-brother is doin’ things to you that he shouldn’t be doin’. and… it just wouldn’t be right for me to sit here n’not intervene i mean i’m older than you, right? and — and it’s my duty to watch out n’protect girls like you. i’m… right aren’t I? he’s touching on you?”
“rafe… no.” you shake your head, looking away shyly, clearly scandalised.
“you know it’s not very polite to come to someone’s house n’ lie to them, sweetheart.” he squints one eye, the idea of upsetting him making you nervous.
“no i’m sorry it’s just… it’s not like that, okay? he teaches me stuff. that’s all. i… dont have a lot of experience so he’s helping me. that’s it, i swear.” you break easily, and rafes fighting everything in him not to smirk.
“your brother?” he almost sounds mocking, like he wants to laugh and your brows furrow.
“step brother.”
“yeah i…i dunno, kid. you know you could have anyone on this island. m’serious, with a — a pretty face like that? shit.” he leans back, shaking his head. “even i’d help you out.”
and that’s how he gets you, right there on that couch — because fifteen minutes later he’s got you on his knees, sucking on his tip as you look up for guidance.
“yeah, yeah like that. go ahead n’start twisting your hand for me. that’s right… see, kid? don’t need your brother. you got me now.”
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How would Sadie, Arthur, Marybeth, Tilly, and John react to p/o who's kind of a sarcastic smartass as they can be a pain in the ass sometimes but they mean well? P/o stands for platonic other.
𝒏𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆 (𝒔𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒆, 𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒓, 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚-𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒉, 𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒋𝒐𝒉𝒏 𝒙 𝒈𝒏!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)
𝓑𝓔𝓕𝓞𝓡𝓔 𝓨𝓞𝓤 𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓓! - gn!reader . reader is shorter than arthur & john for this . suggestive . arthur & sadie don't take too kindly to ur smartass . reader with a dirty mouth . barely proofread too
𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒏
- u were kind, caring too. u were a real sweetheart. u would make sure arthur was okay, he had everything he needed, making sure he wasn't hurt badly, but... sometimes u had quite the mouth.
- the type of mouth that could get u in trouble if u talked to the wrong person.
- sometimes, it don't bother him since u would catch him off guard and other times? his replies would shut u up. in a way, he was authoritative like that. to u and the gang.
- "shut yer mouth or i will shut it for ya." he would say which would most definitely make ur mouth shut.
- arthur would have ur back in any situation that ur potty mouth has gotten u into. no matter how big or small the situation was.
- like one time, ur in a saloon with arthur, ur arguing with another person after they cheated in a game of poker. but as soon as someone else (who was on their side) got involved, arthur would also get involved and not hold anything back.
- sometimes when arthur snapped at u out of anger (which he didn't really mean to do), u would snap back at him. hence that u both have quite the brains to snap at each other until one of u get sick of it.
- arthur couldn't blame u, really. he was the same way, sarcastic and a huuge smartass. but ur words were always more funny compared to his. making him chuckle
- "christ alive, [name]. dont make me teach ya better manners, now. 'cause i know ya dont want that... or do ya?"
𝒋𝒐𝒉𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏
- u were kind. well, in ur own way. many members knew u were john's person just by how u act. u were a lot like him in that way. u both shared a habit of being smartasses to each other or other members in the gang.
- if u were getting smart with anyone in town, john would have ur back by getting even more smart with them. which would...probably end up with john and another fella getting physical.
- despite all that, he loved u really. he just had... interesting ways of showing it.
- "hey now, no need to get like that with me! or I'll set ya straight!" and he would see u just roll ur eyes. but oh, he would so set u straight if need be.
- and yet, he couldn't stand it sometimes. god, u always had to have a smart reply for everything! he found it to be very annoying, anything he'd say and a smartass reply from u.
- but lets be honest, john was worse. a lot worse. he was always so cocky ab his words. he knew how to annoy u with ease compared than u annoying him.
- "shut up, will ya? yer always complainin' 'bout somethin'." which earns a bunch of mumblings from john as he storms off.
- he'd mentally slap himself in the face if ever said anything that crossed the line between u too. he just doesn't think.
- even if he does apologise, u were always the one to reply with smart words.
𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚-𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒉 𝒈𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍
- mary were a sweetheart. and so were u.. kinda. mary was loved and adored by everyone in the gang, she always made sure everyone was doing well or at least decent.
- but there was one small thing; you. u were her partner. mary's smartass of a partner. u weren't the type to think before u speak. which sometimes had mary giggling.
- especially when micah came. if he started bothering u or mary? u were the one to set him straight and get him to leave which had ur cute girlfriend being super grateful for u being with her. even peppering kisses all over ur face.
- u were also the person to come by mary's aid if she was ever in trouble. u were quick in ur feet like that.
- marys uncomfortable? ur already there, helping her out. someone's bothering her? and they've already left after they had enough of ur dirty mouth. no man or woman was a match for u and ur witty remarks.
- "thank you, [name]. he's always so weird to me... i ain't really like him like that."
- especially out in town, u had no problem being physical if anyone was rude to u or mary. although it would be a proper day out if u didn't come back with ur knuckles bleeding after standing up to someone after they were being weird towards ur gf.
- besides all that, it was always questions mark on how u and mary were a romantic couple. she was the sugar and u were the spice. u were a great couple but no one was able to figure out what she saw in u.
𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒋𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒐𝒏
- besides ur kindness, u were sarcastic. so was tilly. u two were quite the pair.
- only tilly was able to be more... passive-agressive. u were just straight up aggressive at times. well, when u needed to be... no, let's be honest. u were quite the smartass.
- "dont be talkin' to me like that, or ms. grimshaw will have ya doin' more work than me." and u both burst into giggles.
- when u were with girls, u especially got along well with karen for this reason. u were both honest and bold people.
- tilly was secretly very fond of u for it, too. u were able to be cocky and reply with smart words and not feel any awkwardness from it. u were one of a kind.
- away from camp, u made it well clear u weren't the person to take shit from anyone. yes u were kind but u just had this... presence ab u. made everyone stay clear of u and tilly when ur both together.
- if someone dared to talk to tilly in a weird way, she could take care of it herself unless she was overwhelmed from it. then u would rush to her aid and back her up. u would even fight them if needed.
- again, tilly would stop u and proceed to do her best to calm u. she was the only person who could.
- "[name], i ain't really in the mood to think of something, sorry."
𝒔𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒓
- she would not stand for it. at all. she loves u, yes, but she would set u straight if u even dared.
- although, u were a smartass to her.. to a certain extent. she was happily enough to tell u off with ease. she knew ur a bluff, any threats from u were empty.
- "don't be talkin' t'me like that unless u wanna see what I'd do t'ya." she say with a grin of her face as her hat covers her eyes. and thats u told. u would never speak like that to her again. but that's a lie. u couldn't help urself.
- she definitely wouldn't stand for it while she's in a bad mood. u wouldn't even dare. she was a scary woman if she was upset.
- "[name], don't ya dare bother me, tonight. i ain't in the mood, go bother somebody else."
- away from camp, if it wasn't u who was getting all rude and threatening another fella then it was definitely sadie. u or her would put them in their place.
- u were tough, too. but nowhere near as tough as her. she wasn't afraid of anything or anyone. she wasn't the type to take shit from anyone unless it was u.
- u were the only exception to talk to her in the rude way that u sometimes do.
hii anon!! i hope this was to ur liking, i got excited nd so i went with the flow,,, hope ur doing well too!!! <3
sadie.... sadie adler.... save mee....
#arthur morgan#john marston#sadie adler#mary beth gaskill#tilly jackson#arthur morgan x reader#john marston x reader#sadie adler x reader#mary beth gaskill x reader#tilly jackson x reader#red dead fanfic#red dead redemption 2#rdr2#rdr#red dead redemption
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hiiii sorry if this is silly and too specific but if you didnt do this already can you write (short fic or headcanons it dont matter) elvis comforting his little after a nightmare ?? idk if you did this already but i've wanted to see sumthin like this since i found out about cg!elvis presley and stuffs heehee.. buuut umm if you do could you maybe use he/they pronouns or possibly bun/bunself neopronouns ?? no pressure.. also reader has a small southern twang kinda like elvis but it's less prominent.. less "howdy pardner"(vocabulary) more "well, that's somethin' " (accent) if you know what i mean (?).. sorry if this is too weird !! btw i loooovve your blog i read your blog all the time and read everyone i love it so much <3 please reply but no pressure !! /pos
a/n: i tried my hardest to be as specific as possible so i'm sorry if it didn't come out like you wanted D: thank you for the request!
pairing: 70s!elvis x little!reader(used he/they/bun pronouns)
wc: 752
-> masterlist
2 am. for some reason, elvis was still awake. it wasn't much of a surprise, he’d stay up all night and sleep all day throughout most of the week. he put you down for bed just a few hours ago, reading you a book and tucking you in per usual. last he checked, you were still snug in bed with your plushie tucked in between your arms.
he was deep in one of his books down in the living room, the lights off aside from the lamp beside him and a few nightlights he set up around graceland just for you. mary was the last to leave, wandering over to the front door and smiling over at elvis, “good night, elvis.” she said sweetly.
“night, mary. y/n still sleepin’?” he asked.
“mhm, he’s sound asleep.” she nodded.
elvis grinned, “good, good. have a good night. thank you.”
but then 2 am turned to 3 am, and he still couldn’t sleep. still buried in his book, he heard small footsteps nearing—causing him to sit up quickly, his brain not registering that it was probably you and not an intruder. “oh.” he let out a relieved sigh seeing it was just you, “it’s 3 am, baby, whatchu doin’ awake, huh?”
“can’t sleep, daddy.” you mumbled. “scary dream.”
elvis gasped, setting his book aside. “well, we can’t have that, can we? c’mere.” he opened his arms wide and allowed you to sit on his lap. he lifted you a bit to get more comfortable, pressing his lips at the top of your head. “wanna tell me what happened?”
you looked at him sadly, “a big mean man came 'n took me away from you 'n said you didn't love me." you sniffled, "i wasn't allowed t' see you ever again 'n you didn't bother lookin' for me either..."
he tsk'd, shaking his head. "oh, you poor, poor thing." his hand rubbed up and down your back gently, "y'know that ain't true, right? i do love ya."
you furrowed your brows, "you do?"
"of course!" he tapped your nose with the tip of his finger, earning a soft giggle in response. "i ain't gonna let a big, mean man come and take somethin' so precious from me."
the way you covered your face with your hands out of embarrassment made his heart swoon, a soft chuckle leaving his lips as he took ahold of your hands. "and lemme tell you somethin'—i know a big, mean man. if he ever tries to take ya away with me, y'know what i'm gonna tell him? hm?" he asked, tickling at your sides.
you let out a squeal, "what?" you asked, trying to escape from his home.
"i'm gonna tell him–"you ain't takin' them away from me. nuh uh. either bun stays with me, or you're gettin' kicked to the curb." i ain't workin' with nobody who disrespects you or tries to take you away from me. i can promise you that, honey." with a warm smile, he pressed his lips against the top of your forehead, holding you close as his way of protecting you.
"you sure, daddy?"
"ain't no way am i letting anybody come and sweep you away from me. i promise." he nodded. "it was just a bad dream. nothin' more."
you snuggled into his shoulder, your arms wrapped around him as you let out a soft yawn. he let out a soft hum, rubbing your back again. "you wanna go back to bed?" he asked, a soft mhm escaping your lips as a response. "alright, kiddo. i'll let ya sleep in my bed tonight."
he carried you up the steps and to his bedroom, laying you carefully onto his large mattress and pulling the covers over you. he tucked you in securely, kissing your cheek and turning out the light before going to make his way out of his bedroom.
"wait—"
elvis turned to look at you, "y-you not comin' to bed either?" you asked softly.
"oh." he scratched the side of his head, looking around unsurely. he was tired, but he knew he wouldn't be able to fall asleep. "i guess i can." he smiled and got under the covers with you, letting you rest your head on his chest as you snuggled into his side.
you tilted your head up to look at him, "can you read to me?"
his lips turned up slightly, picking up a book he had on his nightstand. "i thought you'd never ask."
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ok i genuinely can’t stop thinking about this now it’s half 12 what have you done to me 😂 expanding off that last drabble gary introducing jamie to the class of 92 and making like a big thing of coming out to them and then being like yeah duh we’ve known this forever and just jamie laughing his ass off in the background
I LOVE WRITING CLASS OF 92 FRIENDSHIP!!!!! Even though Ryan and Nicky both SUCK in real life and I HATE them so I guess in a way every fic I write that features them is an au where they DONT suck 💔
Also yes this is 1.4k words long I uh. yeah I'm having too much fun w all these drabbles dkafgshfsjdgf
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“Jamie?” Gary asks one morning while they’re sat in bed, quietly scrolling on their phone.
“Mmm?”
“You workin’ this Saturday?”
“Uhh, lemme check,” Jamie says, squinting even with his glasses on as he taps at his phone. “Doesn’t look like it, no, guess I’m all yours. Unless Salford’s playing at home, ‘cause then I am much too busy to go watch a football game.”
Gary reaches out to smack him on the arm. “Don’t act like y’don’t love it, I’ve seen you cheer just as loud as the rest of us when we win.”
“Well, I love somethin’,” Jamie says with a fond smile, and Gary smacks him in the arm again because he’s already finished his coffee and is much too alert for all that ‘just woken up’ sappy nonsense.
“Ungrateful prick,” grumbles Jamie, still much too fondly for Gary’s liking. “So, we’re goin’ to a game?”
“If tha’s alright. I mean, y’don’t have to come, obviously, but I like it when you do.”
“You like it when I’m – what’s wrong w’you, then?”
“Christ, nothing, see if I say somethin’ nice to you again,” Gary says. “I just. Erm. I’ve been thinkin’, lately, that I’m maybe ready to tell the boys. And I thought probably this weekend’s a good time, with Phillip home and that. So. Would be nice if you were there, for moral support like.”
“You sneaky bitch, you’ll resort to anything t’get me to come watch your shitty little team play, won’t ya?”
Gary has to bite back a smile, because there’s been quite enough sappy nonsense for one morning already.
“Thanks, James.”
“’Course, love,” Jamie says before he reaches across and pokes him in the side. He picks up his phone again, and Gary notes with some pride that he's not doing nearly as good a job at hiding his smile.
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“So I s’pose you’re all wonderin’ why I’ve gathered you here today.”
Gary watches his friends exchange glances with each other, before Nicky frowns and says “I mean, we were all here already to be fair. Same as every week.”
“Well actually some of us ‘ave jobs, Butty, and we can’t be faffing about watching Salford every weekend.”
“Salford is my job, you –” he purses his lips and turns to Phil and Scholesy. “Not worth it, is it?”
They both shake their heads.
“Yeah, alright. So why’re we gathered here today then, Nev?”
It all of a sudden feels much too real, what Gary’s trying to do. He considers backing out, not like they’ll know any different, but –
But Jamie’s sitting in the corner, pretending to quietly look at his phone so that Gary could talk with his friends alone. Gary glances over to him and gets a private little smile in response. He smiles back, maybe a bit wobbly, and clears his throat.
“Right, yeah. You lot are like brothers to me, y’know that right? I mean, obviously only Phillip is my actual brother, but you get what I’m sayin’. An’ I know we’ve got each other’s backs, so I’ve just been thinkin’, like. It feels weird that I’ve had this like, I mean it’s been more’n thirty years, hasn’t it, and it seems wrong that I’m still keepin’ secrets from you all after all this time. I didn’t want anything t’change, y’know? But, erm. I dunno. I’m gay, I guess is what I’m tryin’ to say.”
He takes a deep breath when he stops talking, stares at a spot in the top corner of the room so that he doesn’t have to watch them all react.
It’s silent for a moment, then Phil hums and says “So, erm. What’s this secret of yours, then?”
Gary blinks.
He knows that at times he can talk too fast, that he has a tendency to ramble, but surely he’d given enough gravity to it that it wouldn’t just get lost in the mix.
“That – that I’m gay,” he croaks, as hard as it is to force himself to say it again. “I like men, like.”
He manages to get himself to look at his friends again in the silence that follows, watches them all having a seemingly heated conversation through facial expressions alone before Scholesy huffs in frustration and turns away from them, steps forwards to pat Gary on the shoulder.
“Thanks for tellin’ us, Gaz,” he says gently. “Means a lot, that y’trust us with it.”
Behind him, Phil nods earnestly, while Nicky and Ryan both tilt their heads back and groan.
“Oh my god, you can’t be serious,” Ryan says. “Paul, he doesn’t need coddling, he’s a grown man.”
Gary feels his stomach drop.
He knows, he knows that they’re all footballers, that they’re of a certain generation, he wasn’t expecting to be welcomed with open arms, but he’d thought – thirty years, surely that must count for something.
He looks desperately back at Jamie, sees him slip his phone in his pocket and stand up, ready to step in, or to drive Gary home, or just do anything other than this, but then Nicky shoves Ryan and says “Jesus, Giggsy, d’you have to be such a cunt about it though? Nev, don’t look so forlorn, like, none of us care that you’re gay. It’s just – well, we’ve been not carin’ about your being gay since we were fifteen.”
“You what?”
Scholesy and Phillip at least have the decency to look embarrassed, shuffling their feet awkwardly and staring down at the ground.
Gary shakes his head a few times, tries to rattle out the ringing in his ears, then starts pacing back and forth when that doesn’t work.
“Y’re talkin’ nonsense, wha’d’you mean since w’were fifteen,” he says, his words all rushing together in his attempt to get them out past the rising panic he feels. “I weren’t even gay then, I had girlfriend at school an’ all, there weren’t any me bein’ gay fer you to not care about! Only became gay a few years ago, anyway. After I retired, like.”
“Oh my god,” he hears Jamie mutter behind him, so he turns to shoot him a glare.
Scholesy’s now joined Ryan and Nicky in staring at him wide-eyed like he’s lost his mind, but at least he’s still got Phil on side.
Except, then Phil puts on a high-pitched voice and says “Oh, Phillip, d’you think I should ask Becks where he gets his hair cut, doesn’t he have the most amazing hair. Phillip, d’you think he ‘ad braces when he were younger, how’d’you think ‘is smile got so nice? Phillip, d’you mind if we don’t room together anymore, I think I’m going t’ask Becks if he wants to instead, Phillip –”
“—Alright, alright,” Gary says to cut him off, already feeling his cheeks flush. “We get the picture, ta very much.”
He gets the picture a little too well, because suddenly an entire lifetime’s worth of memories have been thrown off kilter, have been tainted by the implication that – but he hadn’t. He hadn’t been gay! And he’d had a perfectly normal appreciation for his best friend’s hair and smile!
Ryan grins at Phil, then puts on his own ‘Gary voice’ and adds “Ooh, Ruud’s very tall, in’t he Giggsy? An’ he’s strong, too, d’you see him lift me up on pitch earlier, ‘s like I weighed nothin’.”
Well, Ruud is very tall, Gary doesn’t see what’s wrong with pointing that out.
He turns back to Jamie, hoping his supposedly loving and supportive boyfriend is going to come defend his honour, to agree with him that it’s perfectly normal to admire your teammates and also that his voice was never that squeaky, thank you very much. Unfortunately for Gary, though, the idiot is looking on with glee in his eyes, the hand over his mouth not doing much to disguise the laughter that’s shaking his whole body.
“Oh, not you an’ all!” he complains, scowling when Jamie responds by stepping closer and throwing an arm over his shoulders.
“Aw, Gaz,” he says with a chuckle, “what’re we gonna do w’you, eh?”
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It’s only later, when he’s about to fall asleep, that something finally clicks into place in his brain.
“Jamie?”
“Shut up, ‘m sleepin’.”
“Jamie, did I ‘ave a crush on Becks?”
“Oh my god,” Jamie groans, then pulls a pillow over his head and rolls over, turning his back to Gary.
#gary: the gay thing only came with the midlife crisis thing i was actually straight before that#jamie: you are so fucking stupid oh my god im in love with you#thank you elle for the prompt I loooove the ones you've been sending!!#carraville#drabbles
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u ever just want to vent but u dont wanna bc ppl might just find you a vibe killer so u just sit there with ur head throbbing repressing it. ok sorry i need to vent. I’m gonna look back on this in 5 mins and wince
I’ve just been thinking abt how throughout my life well maybe just growing up. I’d be sitting with my friends and someone comes up and compliments one of them, I never gotten that. Well besides my eyebrows. Never my hairstyle, there’s literally nothing wrong with it..I never understood that. Like outside of high school ppl say things now but back then I never was complimented like that. I know this sounds selfish and stupid but I kinda wish someone flirted with me im not ugly right. I know I’m not ugly. all my friends got and still get flirted with, i never gotten that im not ugly right im. I’m pretty ?? Yeah. I’m a pretty gal I wish someone had a crush on me growing up. I will never know, if someone had feelings for me that wasn’t online. Like a real person, who saw my face. I sound so stupid why am I upset about such trivial things. I have a job, friends, ppl that care about me but this is something that has been fucking with me for years. I don’t wear makeup like them. Unless im doing some gyaru shtick. But even then, they still get flirted with. What do I know. I shouldn’t be complaining about this this is shallow. Maybe that’s why over the years I just stopped caring for love and affection and I’m on the ace spectrum now. I lost my ability to even have a crush bc im petrified of what could come of that. I had a crush once in 9th grade and hell, even I knew then I wasn’t worthy of this. I’m never probably gonna have someone be with me and that’s okay. I don’t wanna deal with the heartache. My heart hurts I wish someone would hug me and tell me somethin. Idk what tbh but something would be nice. I’m not lonely but I suppose the feeling of “haha yeah I remember when [name] had a crush on me lol” is kinda endearing. even if it probably was stupid. That’s probably the only things I’m jealous about towards my friends, pretty fucking dumb tho. I’m slowly getting over it, but oughh it’s wrong im gross for thinking that. I’m not mean to ppl irl idk what’s wrong but I don’t really care..that much anymore ig. I’ve come to terms with it, sorry if I sound selfish. More money for me i guess. I wish platonic cuddling was real at least. I’m not touch starved I think I just wanna have somthint in my life. just a little bit :3 ! But it’s okay………I can just be pathetic behind my normal irl persona and talk to a fucking bot to satisfy this pain. I’m glad I have gyaru tho, at least I feel cute..I don’t need to be wanted I think. It’s fun having a mask on. Ughhh. Ok well um sorry if you read through this hellish and disgusting vent . Yeesh! Im pretty, I’ll keep that in my thoughts so I won’t start crying again. EW OKAY UHHHHH emotional amirite! 😯😯😯😯😯😯😯😯
#.vent ..#ok sorry im never ever gonna admit this to anyone irl so it’s better if i say it online lol!#i just buy the cutest shit and wear it indoors. I don’t wanna deal with others. i think I’m kinda ough in the head#ik ai is terrible but those dumbass bots help unfortunately
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Dave Strider, Roxy Lalonde, Karkat Vantas
Page 387-391
DAVE: now you know i like to deflect as much as the next person
DAVE: but ive had mad substantial character development in the last few minutes
DAVE: so maybe im willing to entertain the notion that i may be in the wrong here
ROXY: o damn fr?
DAVE: no ive never been wrong in my entire life
DAVE: but if its important to you i can rein it in
DAVE: practically a saint
DAVE: even though the only religions that really existed on the new earth we made was fucked up clown catholicism and sixty-nine troll jesus
DAVE: cant really call the pope and ask to be sainted like back on real earth
ROXY: could u rly
DAVE: yeah thats how it worked
ROXY: i dont believe u but i dont know enough about religion to argue
DAVE: its ok im making most of it up
DAVE: the only god i know is the god of rhymes
DAVE: incase that wasnt clear im the god of rhymes
DAVE: its me
ROXY: i thought u were a god of times
DAVE: amateur mistake
DAVE: the letters are right next to each other
DAVE: even then its not like im using the time stuff much anymore
DAVE: not since...
DAVE: ...
ROXY: i saw u use ur time powers earlier today to make a banana less brown
DAVE: i have explained this over and over
DAVE: you need to eat the banana before it goes bad
ROXY: its not bad just ripe
DAVE: this is fucking outrageous
ROXY: maybe if u stopped slicing fruit with ur sword all the time u might understand
ROXY: the subtle intricacies
ROXY: of fruit science
DAVE: is fruit science just going apeshit on a practically moldy banana
ROXY: lmao
DAVE: dont "luhmayo" me
ROXY: lol
DAVE: like i got time to be lectured by somebody who says "lole"
DAVE: barbaric
DAVE: i come from a more civilized era
DAVE: i drink my scotch as i sit before the mantle
DAVE: having just returned from the hunt
DAVE: a fire in the hearth dwindling down just so
DAVE: ah yes roxy old bean jolly good
DAVE: i hold my pinky out as i take a sip from my chalice because im not a fucking animal
DAVE: you make some sort of unbelievable jest and i say ell oh ell like a real person
ROXY: ok jake english
DAVE: this is the most heinous thing youve ever said to me
ROXY: theres somethin i gotta ask
ROXY: bout u kno who
DAVE: voldemort
ROXY: no
DAVE: is it voldemort
ROXY: its not voldemort
DAVE: you havent mentioned wizards once this conversation so im gonna have to assume its voldemort
ROXY: its about
ROXY: you know
ROXY: dirk
DAVE: ok shoot
ROXY: what do we do
DAVE: what do you mean
ROXY: u know when we catch up
ROXY: what r we gonna do
DAVE: maybe
DAVE: this whole thing is kinda bullshit and we are adults capable of being the people we need to be at the time it is appropriate to be that person
ROXY: what do u mean
DAVE: ok so theres this flower
ROXY: omg not u too with the flower
ROXY: i heard this story like five times
DAVE: oh ok
DAVE: but you get it right
DAVE: the story is what you make it
DAVE: and in that case maybe we are assigning this cosmic importance to things that dont need metatextual meaning
ROXY: i rly dont think thats the point of the story tbh
DAVE: then what do you think it means
ROXY: broson im sayin this with the utmost respect for u
ROXY: its not that deep
ROXY: its just a story
DAVE: then what about this
DAVE: do you think dirks right
DAVE: are we just a story that needs a villain
DAVE: are we heroes rescuing a damsel in distress
DAVE: or are we just people doing things that feel right at the time
ROXY: ya maybe this is just our arc
DAVE: i dont think life is just a series of arcs
ROXY: well to be fair
ROXY: our lives have just been a series of arcs
ROXY: and we r basically rushin off to save a damsel
ROXY: tho dont tell her i said that lmao
ROXY: ofc i want everyone to sort it out
ROXY: hunky dory
DAVE: but thats not what youre asking
ROXY: but thats not what im askin
ROXY: what i wanna know is
ROXY: do u think u can kill him
ROXY: if it comes to it
DAVE: i-
KARKAT: AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
ROXY: wtf was that
DAVE: he probably found one of callies little gifts
DAVE: been seein a lot more of them lately which debunks his leading theory that theyve been livin in the vents
ROXY: what
DAVE: i cant believe he never told you
DAVE: its all he talks about
DAVE: i told him it was kinda nuts but
DAVE: you know how he can get
ROXY: well i think since jades regular now
ROXY: callies felt more comfortable being up and around
ROXY: before they were just in the room nesting snug as a bug in a rug
DAVE: nesting
ROXY: ya like a bug in a rug what is there to not get lmao
DAVE: well they keep leaving karkat little piles of meat
DAVE: like a cat
ROXY: damb thats adorbs
DAVE: in his shoes
DAVE: at the foot of the bed
DAVE: hes convinced its to dunk on him in some way
DAVE: but thats just karkat being karkat
ROXY: but in the vents tho
DAVE: yeah i dont know man
DAVE: hes obsessed with it
DAVE: for once in his life he doesnt want to talk about it
DAVE: guess well never know
#homestuck#homestuck^2#dave strider#roxy lalonde#karkat vantas#homestuck^2 act 1#page 387#page 388#page 389#page 390#page 391
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this IS ridiculous and stupid and im only perpetuating it and stewing in it but like my whole, at this point, instinctual, response to being in the presence of this shithead is to go 'i have to kill that shithread/myself' is part of the reason why things are still the same and only getting worse. because i did kinda chose some of the worst time wasting things to focus on all this time and it was in fact just only distracting myself from these thoughts. nothing more. cuz i mean i couldnt really function and do anything else otherwise not without acting on these thoughts. ive been trying to not act on these thougths for so long but i dont have TIME to distract myself from them anymore so like... lol. i ve wasted too much time simply distracting myself and not like. doing anything else that might have... allowed me to extricate myself from this fucking situation.
i am yet again, simply just tryiing to offload some of this fucking rage and anger building up. and like. as per usual the same regular thoughts keep pouring in. "what is the point at this point, on not just simply succumbing"
regarless of how things have been since however long ago. i stil have this ingrained fear+anger response. i get so mindbendingly incensed at their mere presence. i was literally cursing and sweaing my fuckign ass off audibly yesterday because i didnt feel safe with them at my back. and of course just simply being around them just pisses me offf and of fucking course instead of doing anything about it they complains to someone else about it. i cant talkt o themn either. what good is that going to do. nothing meaningful or good is going to come out of it.
theres no point. theres no fuckign point. obciosuly i have to focus on what CAN be done antd the more important shit but like. man. cmon. thats the whole issue. I CANT. i cant fuckign focus. and i keep wasting time. whether to distract msyelf or just.simply wasting time. all this time i know ive been focusing on the wrong things but like also its been so hard just keeping up with my fuckign hygiene and like keeping the house clean and it only gets harder becuase we dont have a fucking working DISHWASHER or WASHER or DRYER. and also cuz fo like depression bullshit. i dont want to get into "listing excuses" territory but like. ive BEEN using lots of stupid excuses all thistime. but also like i imagine because that bitch piece of shit is tryna make a more focused effort to cut n run theres no way in hell we're getting any replacements anytime soon. which just again just is making me so mad. this is something ive dreamed of. for so long. now that that stoupid bastard bitch piece of shit is leaving. ive more or less ruined/burned all mybridges so like idk. and i knew this hatred and fear would poison and burn me inside out. and probably catch fire to whatevers near me.
i dont want to say its impossible cuz like... its not. thats the whole thing. but it IS its hard to focuson other things, enough to get them done and dealt with... and even more so when mynumber one go to thought is in fact, "whats the fuckitn point" and so it fuckign cycles
and so it has been these last 20+ years.
i dont want to be like this. buti have been. and even now after all this suicidal ideation and ideas and whatever about "disappearing quietly and without a trace" im still fuckign posting about it... wonder what that fuckign means lol
again. YES its fucking stupid that things are like this. ITS FUCKING PATHETIC i let things get to this point. that i didnt do anything worthwile to mitigate or even TRY really. i did. i used to. but i realied it was kinda fruitless to do what i was TRYING to do and i kinda gave up on everything else. and i internalized that kinda thinking for so ong that i just didnt do anything since then. its pathetic. i could have broken out of this. i could have done SOMETHIN to leave. i should have just run away as a child. I SHOULD have done anything. i should have done SOMETHIGN. i can still DO SOMETHING. BUT AGASIN. i just look at my options. all the shit ihave to do and go,
"WHATS THE FUCKING POINT"
and the only things that i can actually see myself doing are reaching out towards probalby the most extreme and (maybe) unrealistic options out there.
and i say unrealistic cuz if i havent done those things at any point up til now, what chance is there of me doing something now. or when i no longer have a choice......
.............................i still have a fuckign choice
i still have time i guess......
but...a gain that fucking pulsing, overbearing thought leering and looming over my head saying the same shit over n over an over again.
"what is the point"
i can think of some answers to that...... sometimes.
maybe....
but even then its like.
i did this. i let things get to this point.
i made the decisions i did that cut off almost all form of exit. of escape or whatever route coud be taken to get out of this fucking mire.
and im languishing in it like some fucking idiot instead of doing something.
ive ruined my chances and i shouldnt and cant expect help. because what the fuck is anyone going to do that can actually fucking help me. whos to say tha i wont make things worse for whoever does help me. me i guess but i mean like.
the answer has been clear to me for so long now.
leave this place and die in some hole.
OR
stay here and languish until you die here or they call the police and whatever happens then happens lol.
......and i like. i know. whenever whatever ends up happening. how i feel now and i how i envision it happenig will more than likely be COMPLETELY different ffom what does actually end up happening. but like. im scared either way . if things go the way i envision them going or if things go the way i dont. im scared of it either way cuz neither will be good.
like far as im concerned my only REAL, feasible options are rotting out on the street, killing myself, going to some prision/mental hospital or all of the above. (and maybe also somewhere inbetween now and then, bleeding out due to whatever going on with my body OR complications arising from losing consistent amounts of blood every day forthe last few years on n off). and well i think i deserve it.
i..... for as long as i can remember. never could see a feasible or realistic future or myslef. i had all these ideas and ambitions based in what might as well be delusion/fantasy because i never realy put all that much time or effort into working towards making those ambitions real or feasible. and now even still i cannot see ahead of me. i cannot fucking envision what continuing to be alive would be. aside from rotting until im actually dead. and then rotting some more. i dont want to die where someone will find me.
ive never been able to see a future for myself.
and like yeah. sure. you can fuckign craft one or whatever...
but..................................
WHAT IS THE FUCKING POINT.
even when i come up with answers to that question that i feel should be pretty strong contenders they always. kinda. just. fall flat.
in the face of everything. else... what am i willing to do for those reasongs. what am i willign to sacrifice. what am i willing to fuckign do. what effort am i willing to put in. i never felt like i was able to honestly or accurately answer those fucking quesitons.
and so again. i just feel like everythign i have is just. upheld by falsehoods. and maybe it actually is. but like. what have i done to say or prove otherwise.
what am i willing to do to make it real.......
i dont know.
ive been doing this same shit for so long.
unable to answer the important questions in any sort of meaningful way that feels solid or real.
yelling at myself to just DO IT, whatever IT may be.
coming up with stupi dlil workaround and convoluted rituals to get myself to do the things I WANT to do. WHATEER that might be. or thigns i NEED TO do. and barely bein able to take care of myself. i mean fuck i live in this house on someone elses money. im NOT taking care of myself. but like ive been so focused on tryna at least clean up after myself that i like just. dont do anything else. except waste time. on shit that doesnt matter cuz i not putting in the effort to make it matter. to make something of it. i.... idk...
like id like to be able to say ive been doing SOMETHIN to get outta this situation. like i have so much shit to catch up on like been essentially.... COLLECTING resources for all the things i need to prepare and do in order to catch up on what nees to be done. collecting resources for... STARTING. but i see these documents and pages and stuf that they require and i just freeze. up. i see they require like other ppl's signatures and like all my personal information like my dead name and alls orts of other shit and i just freeze up. i look at the other boxes to fill out and imaybe ill fill them out. but then i look back at the others. i stop. and then i dont save my progress and then i just. look away. go do something else. distract myself. it just. keeps happening. it keeps fucking happening. i shouldnt have had this many chances to squander. to WASTE. i shouldnt have had this many chances and this much time to WASTE. but i did. AND I WASTED IT ALL. AND I DONT SEE THE POINT IN BOTHERING. LIKE. MAYBE. IDK. MAYBE I DO MAYBE ITS BOTH I DO AND I DONT.
its just been all this same damn stupid ass shit. all the time. what do i have to show for anything.... like maybe i can get some fucking hep if i go see a doctor. for about half a much as i say "i should kill myself"
or some more detailed variant of that, i also say "i should go see a doctor" i think about all the shit i needto do for that and i just start thinking. " but like do i even deserve it?" shoul di not just throw all my fucking caution and fear to the wind and just say fuck it!!! and let me live up to all this bullshit ive been sayin about how i DESERVE TO SUFFER??? but like i want to throw my cowardice away. i want to get rid of that. but i have to be careful from now on if i want to continue to have some semblance of a life i can enjoy or whatever. i guess. idk. what does that even mean. for me..................
every time i get to this poitn where i think about shit like this (which is just way too often mind you... theres not a SINGLE fucking day that goes by wihtout me thiking about killing myself or some shit like everytihgn i talked about here) i just think or have some stupid naive hope that i can like yell at myself or logic or trick myself into doing something. anything worthwhile. and then i just sit and stew on these feelings and.......
DO NOTHING.
this really is some stupid worthless whiny baby bitch bullshit but like.... i have to do something or else languish and die. liike i have been all this time.
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Random tidbits about Chantilly Leice that don't exactly warrent an entire fic length to write about, part 2
How she talks to certain Daedric Princes
-So CL doesn't worship ANY Daedric Prince. Yes she's a werewolf but she doesn't really embrace the blood like Aela and Skior. She doesn't wish to be cured of it like Kodlak, Farkas and Vilkas. She definitely uses it to her advantage but she doesn't revel in its power.
She has Sanguine's Rose but she got it at a low point in her life and ends up never using it. She tries to distance herself from Sanguine but he likes her and at times tries to tempt her in revealry and merriment again.
She has the Razor but she doesn't really have anythin against Mehrunes Dagon. Him tryin to take over Tamriel? Big whoop that's what beings of extreme power do, dominate, one way or another. Weather it be as large scale as an entire continent or a small village. Nothing surprising there.
She has DawnBreaker but she doesn't think all undead are automatically bad. She does find Meridia a bit annoying thou.
The only Daedric Princes she addresses with respect is Hircine and Sheogorath. Sheo cause you dont want to piss someone like him off. However her calling Hircine 'Lord Hircine' when she talks to him is supposed to be a Big Fuckin Deal cause the very person who refuses to worship any Daedric Prince, who will spit in the face of some, is addressing one by the title of Lord, which means she's giving him some level respect. The same person who isn't afraid of angering a Daedra or refusing their command (Sheo being an exception, everyone should have a healthy amount of fear of him) calls one by a title of respect and speaks to him cordially.
She has absolutely no fear or respect for Sanguine so she talks to him like any Joe-shmoe. Thou Sanguine doesn't really seem like the type who demands respect. He speaks to her rather casually as well. At one point in her story someone goes to Morrvunsker to look for his portal to the Myriad cause they are looking for CL to hurt her. Sam sends some of his Dremora lackies to deal with the person, thou the person easily kills them off. Sanguine likes CL so he warns her someone was looking for her.
This is a snippet of how CL and Sanguine interact with each other. Keep in mind it's a draft so I could change it later if I feel its too out-of-character (I find it hard to write in character for chars that aren't mine).
Sheogorath and Sanguine have a 'unique' relationship with CL since both of them aren't really talking to her, they're talking to someone else. However when the God of Insanity calls you his old friend and welcomes you back to the party, you don't really think much of it. When Sanguine does it thou, it raises some questions.
This entire next concept was planned to be in CL's story but I'm not so sure I want to put it in anymore. It doesn't really advance the plot it's just kinda a thing that happens a few times. I feel like it's too far fetched, like it was some random thing thrown in for shock value but has no real relevance to her story. It only becomes relevant a few times but I could probably do with omitting them and rewriting the scenes it happens in.
It's actually somethin from her old backstory that I completely scrapped and reworked. Some of the old elements stay in her new backstory but I still don't know how to work them in in a way that makes sense. The concept was supposed to explain her reoccurring nightmares, her hair turning white from the black it originally was, her complete change in personality including why she wanted to keep her hair long when she used to hate it long and would shave most of it off before, the scars on her back, why Sheogorath and Sanguine address her as someone else acting like they already knew her, her randomly gettin extremely sick with no way to cure it and where some of her magic comes from. However the whole concept went from *thinking face emogie* to 😬 almost cringe-like.
#Chantilly Leice#Skyrim#Elder Scrolls#Elder Scrolls V#tes#tesv#I really need a title for her fic so I can tag that but like there's so many possible chapters
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Corazon pinched the bridge of her nose, trying her hardest to keep her mouth shut while her younger sister talked--rambled, really--about everything that's happened.
As far as she could tell, her lil sis just never got over a crush she had. Ordinarily, Corazon wouldn't really care that much. Sure, she's got a crush on the dragon girl, whatever. She's been knew that since Carol implied as much over half a decade ago.
The problem is, that it didn't go away when she got with her fucking fiance. From what she's hearing, it's diminished, sure, but if it went away entirely her stupid little sister wouldn't be whining about how much she totally doesn't love her best friend.
Well, actually, she never uses the word love. She'll replace it with things that might-as-well mean the same thing--''felt that way'', ''have strong feelings about'', ''care deeply'', yada yada yada.
She seems like she's in denial about the whole thing. ''no cory, i dont love her cory! i got over her, cory!!! cory please undrstand cory i dont love her cory''.
Then two seconds later she'll go; ''i want to kiss her so bad cory. i want to hold her and kiss her so badly cory. gosh cory i wanna KISS HER SO BADLY CORY CORY GOSH CORY GOSH''.
Damn near infatuated. She was stupid for not realizing her own vice. That shit held onto her like a virus on a computer, and there's no one to debug her.
Well, actually, that's probably Corazon's job, huh? It's the reason she's listening to her go on and on and on. It pissed her off, annoyed her to no end, that Carol felt this way about anyone else at all, let alone the dragon girl. She's got everything figured out, everything can go in a nice straight line for her, yet she wants to fuck it all up because she's feeling a little gay this morning. Good job, Tea--sure hope Sonar never finds out about this because her man yelling at her is gonna hurt way more than her sister.
Actually, if Carol had one thing going for her, it was the intense amount of self-awareness. She knew she was doing something wrong, It cut out a lot of work Corazon already did not want to do, which in some respects was nice. Because she didn't like yelling at her sister--it was an exercise in depression for the both of them.
Her sibling's worries mostly encompassed actually saying any of this to Sonar. If he already knew, it'd be mostly smooth sailings. Just apologize and move on, don't do it again.
If he didn't know... well, Corazon didn't want to be there for that one, no matter what it entailed.
Stones, if she didn't stop her soon, she'd keep going until Brevon came back.
So, with a sigh, she put up a hand, ceasing her younger sibling's words almost immediately.
She looked petrified. Like the wrath of a thousand suns was coming down upon her. It made the mercenary slightly uneasy, as if one wrong move would fuck everything over in an instant.
So, first, she would ask a question.
"What are you trying to do, exactly? Can't get a good handle of that, 'cause you keep sayin' you wanna do one thing, but then you go on ramblin' about how much you super duper duper wanna do somethin' else."
Carol stayed silent for a moment, contemplative. Her eyes closed, her breath shakey. She spoke, in a light whisper, "I wanna... I wanna be with Sony. Iun't wanna feel this way about Lilac anymore."
Mhm, cool, that's the same thing she's said fifty billion other times before this. Please excuse the mercenary if she just straight up doesn't believe her.
She waved her hand in front of her sister, "Nah, nah, you told me that one already--"
"Well, wh-what else am I supposed to say???"
"What you actually want, for one." Her sibling's eyes widened, "We're not gonna get anywhere if you keep lying to me about what you really want out of this."
"I..." her expression softened, her head hanging low, "I'm not lyin'."
"If you're not lying, then what, exactly, are you doing? Because I can tell from here, that you are not telling the truth."
The younger sibling didn't say a word. She just seemed to close herself in even tighter.
"What's going through your head, Tea? That's all I wanna know." She pointed a limped finger at her sister, "I ain't gonna run off and tell Sonar or Lilac or whoever else, 'cause that ain't my style, okay? You are my first priority, everything else comes after." She scooched closer to the younger feline, putting her finger underneath Carol's chin, to keep her eyes level with her sister's.
"So you can tell me what's up. Tell me what's troubling you, what's actually troubling you. You don't need to hide shit from me."
The younger wildcat's emerald eyes stared into her sister's--they became glossier by the second.
She shook her head and closed them, raising her knees to her chest. Her arms hugged her knees close to her.
Corazon backed off.
. . .
"It's...," the kitten sighed, "It's not okay, to like two people the same way, right? You always gotta pick, right?"
The mercenary decided to stay silent.
"If," she paused, almost unsure of her words, "If I had to--if I have to, then," she gulped. Her eyes opened, darting around the mercenary's house, as if looking for an answer. As if one would fall right into her lap. Or maybe she was looking for an escape? Stalling, even?
The words out of her mouth, carefully picked. She shut her eyes tighter than before. Her claws almost dug into her skin. She didn't want to admit it, she really didn't...
"I want to kiss her. Just one time. Just so I know how it feels from her. I want my Sony--I-I never want to give him up, I really don't, but," she grabs tighter, "I wish I could just have her, for that one kiss, for those couple seconds. I-... I think I'd be okay, after that."
Corazon just shook her head.
"You want him, right?"
She nodded.
"You want to marry him?"
She nodded.
"Then you can't kiss her--"
"But why not???" She exclaimed, her eyes opening wide, tears welling, "Why can't I have my Lyli, just once, damn it??? Never again! Never ever again!!! Just..." She sniffled, biting her lip.
"I don't know if you've realized it yet, sis," she pointed at her junior, "But loyalty is a big part of having a relationship--"
"I know!!! I know I know I know!!!!! I know why I'm fucking wrong, I know why I'm terrible, I know why I don't even deserve either one of them, but stones damn it!!!
"Everytime I held her, I felt those same butterflies I feel with Sony. Everytime I comforted her, cuddled her, loved her as much as I could, I felt," she trailed off.
The mercenary let her find her footing.
"I felt, happy? The same happy I have with Sony. I... I want to have that happy with her again. It's been so long since I've even heard her." She shook her head, "I thought she'd be back in a week, two, tops. She wouldn't spend that much time searching for Merga, right? She'd always come back, right? It could be me, Sony and her again. Like it used to be! In the tree house!!!"
She tilted her head, squinting at her sister.
"Did you never tell her how you feel?"
"Would it matter?"
Fucking, yes??? Of course it would???
She smiled a sly smile at her, "Maybe just a little. Gettin' all of this off your chest with me is one thing, but tellin' her, face to face...?" She put a foot on the chair, resting her arm on her knee, "Tell her once, and maybe you can move on. And she'd say how she feels, too.
"Maybe that's all you actually need. To know how she feels, if there was even a chance."
Then she could probably tell her about the whole marriage thing, too. Kill two birds with one stone.
"I... thought I did know, though."
Hm? Full attention at her younger sis again.
"I always thought she ain't like me like that. That despite all of the things we did together, all of the presents we exchanged...
"Just friends," she muttered, remorseful, "Y'know?"
"Assumin' makes an ass out of you," she points to her sister, "And me," and points back at herself. "You ain't gonna get nowhere just assumin' shit like that. Shit, what if you assumed that Brevon guy wasn't as bad as he was? What if you assumed that I was right about Merga?"
It felt like a wave of shock went through her sister, like something finally clicked in her peanut brain. It was amusing, but Corazon wouldn't laugh. Not now, anyway.
"So," Carol started, her gaze at the coffee maker, a hand grasping at... something, under her scarf, "All I gotta do... is ask her?"
"I'd tell her, first. She'll probably say her peace right after your's." She nodded to herself.
The kitten hummed in thought. Her eyes closed again.
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"Sure, fine, you can help again today," she spun her gun around her index finger, other hand at her hip, "But once you get a call, it's donezo. I ain't havin' you miss your job over your stupid shit, sis."
"Oh I'll be fine. Sony'll call me as soon as there's somethin' 'ta do! I'll probably be outta your fur in no time!" She had a proud smile on her face, as if she wasn't ready to cry just mere moments ago.
Stones, her sister was a fucking moron. Loved her to bits.
"Got it. Let's not waste anymore time--bet they're already looking for me."
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Ring ring ring...
Ring ring ring...
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Optimus with an artist human s/o
I must do the drawing is your always mood
But with art block half the time your chucking your shit out the window
He was there to actually pick up Jack, because Arcee was out on a mission with bulkhead you skipped class so you sat there sketching him, bee, and wheeljack
Couldn't get the grill right so you oh so casually went up and rubbed your hand against it
"Oh...so in....that looks right..."
Taking pictures for reference
"Can I help you-" "oh shit-"
It was just jack
"Sorry was taking refrence photos. Is this your truck?" "Uh...yeah..." "Can I get and interior shot?" "Maybe another day?"
Ayo Optimus not noisy but he kinda wanted to see them drawings
Turns out Arcee was out longer than expected and the next day you were there again and so was he because Jack was so nice and let you take some refrence photos of the outside you slipped a drawing through the open window with a thank you note and went about you way.
Hah. Not Knockout and breakdown thinking your an ally to the autobots and basically snatching you like they snatchin someones weave
"Ayo can I draw you-" "Bitch im litterally kidnapping you" "....okay so can I take some ref picks atleast? Please?" "...well shit you said please"
Not you having fun being kidnapped
"Damn I look good. Whats your name human?" "Y/n" "and why is such a fabulous artist with the autobots?" "The who?"
Oh. You- oh...oh shit.....
Not knockout dropping you off at your house and grtting your # ya'll buddies now
You despite being kidnapped for two days just show up again randomly and walk up to Jack.
"Yeah can I see the inside your truck no pictures no anything, just. Real quick?" "Sure?"
Oh shit your sitting in a transformer.
"Okay I know about your talking alien car that transformers into a huge robot"
Bam friends now now you go to the base everyday
Ratchet wasnt very Happy till he realized you were just extremely quiet. And YES he could work in peace
Often you sketch the autobots forms.
"Wow! Thats real detailed!" "Holy shit miko-"
You often let her go through your sketch book.
"This is a lot of-" "Shhhhh"
It was alot of Optimus: you dont know why to be honest it was like he your comfort person to draw
You've probably had every expression of his in your books, sketches of...well everything.
Mhmm those hip sketches somethin else dude
"I made my first art based Tarot card deck!"
Smokescreen realizes there based off them and is obsessed with his tarot card desgin (the sun card because come on its Smokescreen)
Optimus even compliments you on them and ask you about them you happily explain them to him
You tell him you based him in the Justice card and told him it was pretty explaintory
He told you he was honored that you seen him such a light, and there you go getting all flustered and complimenting him back
Arcee wants to know why shes the hanged man but your too busy being flustered
Now often he'll wander up behind you looking over your shoulder why you sketch away.
"What are you drawing today y/n-" "Ah! nothing! Nothing at all! Hah! Ha...."
Not more optimus hip images: they're just too fine not to draw
Despite being well Optimus he's very innocent and would simply see them as anatomy drawings
But they aint....you know that
For that reason: you refused to draw Optimus (or his hips) anymore and now your crying inside but tiding to have will power
HOT ANIME GUY POWER; drawing hot anime guys to leed your mind occupied but you just make Human Prime and your crying and screaming without the s.
Miko, knows because you forgot your bag at her house one time
"Damn man you got it bad." "I know..."
Luckily ratchet sees Vaule in your skills and ask you to draw out invention plans you say yes immediately
With Ratchet asking for help your around the base more often, sketching out plans for him
Which means you and Optimus talk alot more
He finds your conversations relaxing
You often fall asleep at the small table, after finishing plans and starting on your own work, usually homework
So that means he sees your litrle fifth grade crush drawings, you know with lopsided hearts and all luckily you know better to draw Human like alien robots in your notebook so he only sees the O + F/i surronded in hearts
He doesnt know why but now he's gotta talk to you more: its a now or never situation.
"Y/n-" "It wasnt me!-" "would you like to go home to rest?" "Um. Yeah that sounds great"
Optimus now drives you home everyday, and picks you up from school instead of you just riding with Bee and Raff
Litterally a dream come true on your part and on his part
Is it akward silence? Or do you both just think its awkward silence making it more awkward
Asking Ratchet to describe how the iacon archives use to look and sketching it out and giving it to Optimus
"Im not sure I got the file cases right. I had Ratchet describe the your world to me as best I could.
It was perfect to him, and he thanked you for it, it never leaves his glove box
Usually because your an artist your dressed in clothes that have paint stains, perhaps the back of your shirt is hand painted or your old converse.
Yet you had a presentantion you had to get dressed up for, for school, in a knitted pencil like skirt and a knitted sweater with some boots
He couldnt pick you up or drive you to school that day so Wheeljack went with you instead and Smokescreen picked you up
Not wheeljack bragging trying to get Optimus to confess that you look rather hot that day.
Turns out when Optimus returned to base he'd be blown away by your change in outfit.
"How'd it go!"
"All the energon secured. There was no doubt after all!" Wheeljack laughed, "Right Optimus."
You looked at him with such a big smile and eyes he only nodded with a smile
Wheeljack drove you home: saying the boss was tired and just like he had hoped you left your bag in his back seat
Now Miko and Wheeljack both have the power to tease you
Not Optimus seeing where you work and creating a holo form to go and see you
"Hm? Y/n?" The employee asked, "Yeah shes in right now there doing a study. Come on I'll take you there."
When he said study he thought idk maybe like with a book. Not figure studies, you know the ones where your naked
So he was not expecting to walk in with people surrounding you as you sat laid on a couch with a thin sheet covering your lower hips down, top bare and a hand propping your head up.
Poor baby had to stand there for twenty mintues attempting not to stare at you
But time was called and you got up going to dress again.
"Ayo n/n." "Hm?" "This guys here for you."
You only smiled hoping it was an art scout as you apologized for your current state and fixed yourself.
"Hello Im Y/n!" "I...I know..."
Voice sounded oddly familiar
"Do...I know you from....Wait a mintue!"
Pretty easy to figure it out, "stay there!"
He only listened as you rushed to your bag, flipping through the pages of one of your sketch books and lifted it up besides him.
"Its...Op-"
"I believe Orion- would be a better choice sounds more human."
Your weezing; hes evern prettier as a human
"I had no idea...you could..." "its older technology but works well." "Ah... I see..."
Thank god for being 18...primus hes just so pretty
"Um...I have to go pick up my work bag...do you wanna come along?"
Not you guys having a moment in the locker room where you told each other your feelings.
Making out in the locker room super softly? Absolutely.
Making out in his Alt form? Even a bigger yes, especially if hes dropping you off at your house
But its best to keep it a secret
Miko and Wheeljack notices that the teasing doesnt get to Y/n anymore and Miko realizes you stopped drawing Optimus and some human guy now. What a bummer
They realize Optimus does seem to have a much brighter glow to him, and he always lightly smells like something fimilar.
*cough* your perfume *cough*
"Is Y/n okay?" "What would be the problem?" "Shes always in a daze these days."
It true, drawings and plans you offered to help ratchet draw out are completed but sometimes you dont even remember drawing them or the process.
"Hmm? Yeah....I don't really care....whatever you want Miko." "Um Im jack and Im asking for the science text book back." "What!? Oh- sorry!"
"Ah Miko! Isnt the world so bright today!" "Its raining outside Y/n-" "Lets go run in it!" "What-"
You've never been so happy, even around finals your kicking your feet like a schook girl
It causes everyone great fear,
Not Optimus sneaking out of base to help you sneak out of your house so you guys can go have fun in some forest.
Refused to go into your room, its your private space but you convinced him anyways and well...its chaotic organization.
You show him around, pointing out things to him that your super proud of.
Ends in you guys on your bed trying to be quiet as you laugh with each other.
Falling asleep in his arms for the first time is wonderful
Not he leaving a jacket behind for you to wear and you do just around the house it did have the autobot insignia on it after all.
Sleeping prime refrence photos if you wake up before he has to leave
Can dance surprisingly well, and he'll go dancing with you in abanded parking buildings
You couldnt find a more perfect boyfriend
Finds a way to go to every art gallery your in.
You often do peices based on the bots and there stories, like a verbal reference
Some of your paintings worry him: you always reassure him you cant always have a happy peice but your happy to have him
Old people think your both just the sweetest couple
Until your parents pull up and your not a couple anymore, you try and keep it a secret from everyone and ya'll manage
Your parents like him upon introductions that you are both friends
Your dad's actaully a greek philosopher, and gets along very well with Optimus, he did introduce himself as Orion after all.
Life is good for the both of you
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come home with me - finn shelby x reader
a/n: you have @michaelgreys to thank for this one (& the gif!!! check her out she's amazing). s5 finn cause god damn!!1 i honestly dont have much to say about this one other than it's definitely self indulgent and not even god can help me at this point. i'm working on p4 to whiskey buisness rn as well as some requests, thank you for all the sweet comments!!
love, abi xxx
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prompt: finn hates you so much he might want to fuck you.
warnings: nsfw!! smut, pretty fluffy cause he's baby 🥺
Working for the Shelby Company wasn’t difficult, except for one thing: Finn Shelby. You were one of the many secretaries, in charge of conveying messages, filing papers, and many other important things, such as making sure the glass decanter of whiskey sitting on the bar cart in Tommy’s office was never empty. It wasn’t a very taxing job, but Finn went out of his way to get under your skin in every way he could. Maybe it was the fact that you wouldn’t back down, having a quick retort to anything close to disrespectful that he said to you. The other brothers never said a thing to intervene, Arthur even telling you he was glad you had a backbone.
“Finn’s a cocky thing, eh? Too cocky for his own good. A girl like you’ll put ‘im in his place,” he had slurred, while you collected the letters he’d asked you to mail.
“Dunno, Mr. Shelby,” you’d mused. “Seems like he’s got some sort of problem with me.”
“Don’t even bother with that, he’s just an arrogant fuck. Probably got some sort of crush on you an’ is too shy to do shit about it. You know, first time he fucked a whore, he said sorry,” Arthur grunted. You’d chalked up his admissions to the half empty bottle of whiskey that he was clutching and the light dusting of snow on his right nostril. Still, you couldn’t help but wonder if the looks Finn shot your way, though seemingly out of irritation, meant something more. You couldn’t lie, you’d thought about what it’d be like to feel the youngest Shelby brother’s bow-shaped lips on your neck, his hands on your waist. It couldn’t be true, you resolved; Arthur was just wasted and you were delusional.
Monday came, and Tommy had asked you to work in the betting shop for the next few weeks. “Make sure Finn’s not fucking up,” he had grunted, taking a long drag of his cigarette, clear blue eyes barely leaving the stacks of paper that littered his massive desk. Of course you’d agreed, but you were nervous. Something about it made your heart beat faster in your chest. You took a shot of whiskey before you left, hoping the dark liquor would help calm your nerves. Isaiah insisted on accompanying you, telling you there were too many people that didn’t like them around there and to make sure someone was always with you for the next few weeks. You were grateful for his presence, the jokes he cracked easing your mind as the two of you walked briskly along the cobblestone streets. It didn’t take long to get there, Isaiah holding the door open for you as the warm air inside the betting office washed over you. Finn turned to see who it was, a scowl tugging at the edges of his mouth once he saw you.
“Why the fuck is she here,” he drawled, sitting at his desk with his feet up, a half-finished cigarette dangling from his fingertips. As much as you hated to admit it, he looked fucking good, hair neatly combed back, smelling of expensive cologne in a pressed navy blue suit. He was tall, legs stretching across the desk as he sent a glare in your direction, you rolling your eyes in response.
“Tommy said,” Isaiah interjected, sensing the tension in the air. “He said you said you needed more help, or somethin’.”
“Fuckin’ christ,” Finn mumbled, taking a drag from his cigarette before putting it out on the crystal ashtray that sat on his desk, standing to grab a stack of books from one of the shelves behind him.
“Jesus, it’s like I’m the fucking plauge or something,” you retorted, Isaiah stifling his chuckle as he looked anywhere but at the two of you. Finn ignored you, instead setting the pile of books on his desk.
“Come look at this, before I change my mind,” he said, instead. You obliged, walking behind his desk to see what he was gesturing to as Isaiah excused himself, something about “gettin’ fucking plastered, mate!” Finn was easily a head taller than you, so he practically towered over you, engulfing you in a cloud of his intoxicating cologne as you stood so close to him that you could practically feel the heat emanating from his body.
“So, these are the bets, and those are the outcomes,” he explained, arm brushing against your body slightly as he pointed to the different columns written out in the log. To your chagrin, your skin prickled in response, your body unable to control itself. Yet, you pushed it down, not wanting to give Finn the satisfaction of knowing that you wanted him. God knows he’d hold it against you forever. What he was explaining was simple enough, and you were able to grasp it fairly quickly. He was all business, handing you the logs he needed you to double check, as you sank into the desk adjacent to his, pouring over the books and coming to him to confirm small corrections.
However, after a couple of drinks of whiskey (some of which you admittedly consumed), Finn started talking. Small things, like how irritating Tommy was or how much they’d made off a certain horse. He’d never opened up to you like this; it was always a snide remark that usually set off an argument, since the two of you were fairly hot-headed. This time, it was different. Finn was still looking at you, but with slightly rosy cheeks and a smile threatening to spread across his face every time you made a witty remark. This time, you liked the way he was looking at you.
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Two thirds of a bottle later, you were both on the floor in front of the fire, laughing at something Finn had said. Admittedly, he had said it just to see you laugh. He liked when you laughed, he realized. It was much better than the irritated look on your face that he usually saw. In all honesty, it was probably his fault, he thought to himself. Maybe it was the whiskey talking, but he really wanted to see you smile for the rest of his life. You sat next to him, shoulders brushing as the two of you talked, your jacket long abandoned, revealing the flimsy straps of the black lace dress. You looked so fucking pretty, he couldn’t help himself.
“You’re fucking beautiful, you know that, right? Always wondered why you hung ‘round us lot, bunch of mean fuckers.” The words fell out of his mouth, hovering in the air between the two of you. You stared at him, slightly taken aback, but the liquor was doing the talking for both of you, it seemed.
“Look who’s fucking talking. Half the girls in Brum would gladly fuck you, even just for a night.”
Finn paused, lighting a cigarette and offering you a drag.“What about you?”
You accepted, taking a puff before passing it back. “What about me?”
He cracked a grin. “Would you fuck me?”
His bluntness took you aback, but you were too far gone to think properly. “Maybe,” you admitted, a coy smile playing at your lips. Finn’s eyes darkened, closing the distance between the two of you until his body was almost touching yours, the tension between you crackling like the fire just a few feet away.
“What about now?” he muttered, lips brushing ever so slightly against your neck, causing you to shiver. He noticed, his hands finding the curve of your hips, searing through your dress. You couldn’t help but tilt your neck back slightly, a gasp leaving your lips as Finn pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your skin.
“Finn,” you moaned quietly, the smile on his lips growing wider as his hands fiddled with the hem of your dress, fingertips sliding underneath to grip lightly at the soft skin of your thighs. “Fuckin’ do something already, christ.”
Finn grinned. “Always got a fuckin’ mouth on you, eh? You’re lucky I find that attractive,” he teased. You opened your mouth to retort, but before you could, his fingers found your silk panties, pushing them to the side to rub lightly against your clit, causing you to jolt in pleasure. You were already wet, to Finn’s satisfaction, and he had no trouble pushing a finger inside of you. The moans that were leaving your mouth were sinful, and he savored each one, watching the way you squirmed when he added another, curling them inside of you.
“Look so goddamn pretty, stuffed full of my fingers,” he crooned, sending your eyes rolling back in your head, eyelashes fluttering.
“Finn, please,” you whined, his nimble fingers deftly unzipping your dress and sliding it off, leaving you in your black silk bra and panties. Finn paused, taking a second to drink you in before pressing his lips to yours. They were softer than you could have imagined, hands gripping at your waist as he tugged at your bottom lip for access. You let him in, melting at his touch like butter.
“Want you inside me,” you mumbled against his lips, causing his muscles to stiffen as he sprang into action, pulling you on top of him, lining his already hard cock up with you. He was big, and if you weren’t already so ready for him, you might have been a little nervous. He slowly pushed inside of you, helping you sink down on top of him with one hand as he swore under his breath, using his other hand to unhook your bra, throwing it to the side and exposing your breasts to the cool air, nipples hardening at his touch.
“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” Finn growled, unable to resist from taking one of them into his mouth, rolling it between his teeth. The sound you made in response was pathetic, but fuck if it wasn’t fueling his appetite for you. He couldn’t help but push up into you, a tight grip on your hipbones, holding you up as he rammed into you, cock pressing up against your g-spot, sending your vision spinning.
“Fuck, Finn, m’gonna cum,” you cried, eyes sqeezed shut, overwhelmed by the sheer amount of pleasure he was giving you. Finn grunted, somehow increasing his pace, pressing kisses to wherever he could.
“Go ahead darlin’, want you to cum all over my cock,” he cajoled, the words sending waves of pleasure through you. You couldn’t help but follow his orders, colors flickering across your eyesight. The image of you cumming just for him sent Finn over the edge, groaning your name as he finished inside of you, dripping down the inside of your thighs. You looked so fucking angelic in the firelight, he had the sudden urge to take care of you.
“Y’alright?” He asked, reaching for a rag to clean you up. You nodded, smiling softly down at him as he couldn’t help but press a kiss to your hipbone. He looked up at you, eyes full of adoration.
“Come home with me?” Finn murmured, hands fidgeting.
“Yeah,” you replied, a glow tinging your cheeks as you looked at him the same. “Let’s go home.”
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Can I request Shiggy with a really motherly S/O but like only to him and LoV but when with other ppl who try sass with them they snap right back. Lots of fluff please!
Yes you can bby 💖
Shigaraki just kinda clings to you in public and yells at Dabi when he teases him about it
Your hand doesn’t even fully belong to you anymore, might as well be handcuffed to him
^ dude will literally put your hand in his pocket along with his own for no reason. You could literally be sitting next to him and he’ll do that
^ Scratch that, you could be touching him already and he’ll still do that
Constantly insisting that for date nights you cook for him and basically just spoil him
He’s a spoiled little baby, and having you sometimes helps. Sometimes cause he thinks he can still get what he wants from you
You’ve got a controller in your favorite color and the handle has your name on it in sharpie
^ probably his most prized controller honestly
Kinda reminds him of how Kurogiri took care of him, so don’t be surprised if he calls you Kurogiri for a while after you two start dating
You’ve got literally 5 minutes to yourself before he starts looking for you
He’s a little kid with you basically. He expects you to take care of everything
^ not like AFO did clearly, but he just wants you to actually care mainly
^ by everything, he means him. Clingy little bitch boy
Dabi’s actually the most protective of you
1. Because you’re his friend
2. You take care of him
And 3. You keep Shigaraki from bitching at him, that’s the most important one
He does appreciate when you treat his new burns but he just says “fuck you” instead of thanks
^ Dont ever expect a “thank you” from him
Might try to convince you to get one of his piercings, like the one he has on the top of his ear
^ but only one of those rings or whatever the fuck they are
Might as well be Toga’s parent
Literally clingier than Shigaraki is
Bby gives you her own knives to use when you cook
^ don’t use them cause they’re probably not very clean
Offers to help you cook or treat someone’s wounds, except Shig, she’ll probably get yelled at for trying to touch him
Always asks if you two can go commit arson or somethin without the other guys for once
Twice tries not to talk around you cause he doesn’t wanna come off as rude or say something he didn’t mean to by accident
When he stays silent though, it still seems like he thinks he’s being rude, so he just holds your wrist and randomly gives it a squeeze so you know he’s paying attention
He does sometimes offer you a cigarette if you’re up early enough (or still awake late enough)
Sometimes lets you take off his mask, but only if you think he’s got a cut there or something along the lines of that
He likes watching you work, he’s got a bit of a weird fascination with it
Mr. Compress likes to entertain you with magic tricks because you’re the only one that actually seems to care
He’s got matching masks with you and you’ve got an outfit like his, but in a different color instead of orange
He tries his best to help you out with chores since everyone else won’t, except maybe Toga and Twice
He’s like a little kid showing you their rock collection. He likes showing you all of his masks
They’re all somewhat scared of you
Y’know when you’ve got a friend that’s always really sweet, so it’s really scary when they snap? Yeah, that’s you
Don’t ever raise your voice at any of them, or even around them
Tomura’s probably the only one that won’t hide in a corner
He just sits behind you until you’re done ruining someone’s self esteem. The rest just run a few blocks away
It’s kinda cute to see you a little angry, but not when it’s directed at him
Probably has a picture of you just glaring at a potential recruit
Sometimes Dabi finds it funny when you try to insult someone
Toga’s got a list of people she doesn’t like that she wants you to find
Compress drags you back after he’s gotten over the situation
Twice and Shig just kinda sit there until you’re done. Twice might join you for a bit though
^ don’t count on it though
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[Comfort, fluff, angst at the start]
[Dad!EthanxReader] (Y/K/N) your kids name (1st) being oldest (2d) being youngest
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8th night in a row the kids have fallen asleep in your bed. (Y/K/N) (1) kept asking where daddy was...and you didn't have the heart to say the truth. In all honesty you didn't know. He was off being a rockstar while you were lovingly left to raise two kids. Not that you didn't love being a parent, or the kids. Just both of them since he left had gotten to an age where having both parents around mattered. Where they could wonder and ask where x parent was. And it hurt so bad to see the aspects of Ethan in them and he not be here.
With a swift kick in the side you sighed and tucked (Y/K/N)(1&2) into Ethans side of the bed. Getting up you went to the kitchen and started the kettle for some tea. Scrolling through instagram, catching up on the world of social media you swiped past one of the fan pages posting about the band being in france.
"France wasn't in too far of a off timezone..." the thought ran in your head urging you to press the messenger button. The last text was at 8 pm today setting up the phone call of him reading the kids a bed time story. Hell, right now you might even need one. From Ethan would make it all the better. Fuck it.
"Hey, you up?"
.....
...........
"Havent gotten one of those texts in a while 😉😜"
"Oh shut up lol, you're the one who wanted the second kid"
"And I am so glad we did. How are you? Shouldn't you be asleep? (Y/K/N) (2) has dance tomarrow"
"I know, don't worry. I got his leotard picked out. Hes very excited. Uncle Damiano has got him hooked on sparkles apparently. But no they both have decided your side of the bed is a far better place to sleep. And kicking me in the side is their new fav hobby dont cha know?? Lol"
"Oh I'm sorry baby. You good? How was your day"
"A bruised rib maybe, but nothing too bad. Making tea, couldn't sleep."
"Babe"
"Yes?"
"I married you, we have kids, we are best friends. Do you think I cant tell when your deflecting?"
.....gosh dammit
"Ok maybe, a little bit. But I feel bad! You're off living the dream and I dont want you worrying about us back home"
"I'm calling you"
"No-"
His face was now on the screen. 'Something' by the Beatles playing from the speaker as his ringtone. Pressing the green answer button holding the phone up to your ear.
"Fuck you-"
"Aww you do miss me!"
"Torchio that's not what I meant. You know it"
"So, talk to me. What's wrong baby?"
You paused. He sounded tired, but not like he was about to go to bed. Probably just got back to the hotel room or somethin. The silence made you choke.
"Um...the kids miss you...they ask where daddy is all the time. When are you coming home, can we go visit daddy, does daddy have any press so we can see him on the big tv. It's all I hear all day."
"Amore..."
"I know their young and you guys are just gone for a month and a half. And you try to make it back when you can, but jesus Ethan- I dont know what to do...I don't know where you are half the time. I try to make sure they see your face in photos. I miss you.....I miss you so much. I am so tired. And I feel like I cant complain, because I wanted to be a mom. I wanted this! I knew what I was signing up for. I know its stupid and unfair. I don’t mean to complain. I knew what it was like being married to you. I knew what it was like with the kids. Then last week I fuckin forgot sir buns-a-lot at the daycare! (Y/K/N)(1) had a fit like you would not believe! (Y/K/N)(2) decided that he doesn’t want to be in school anymore because a kid asked him why he didn’t have a daddy. When he said his daddy is working as the drummer in Maneskin no one believed him. He came home in tears! Then I have to follow the fan pages just to make sure I don't miss anything from your press junkets. Your wife has to follow fan blogs just to see her husband!-"
"-Y/n. Breathe tesoro. Breathe for me." Hearing him take deep breaths over the phone caused your lungs to kick back in gear. Not noticing your hyperventilation before. "I am sorry I am gone. You have every right to complain to me. I know it's hard. If I could be there right now I swear-" he paused. "-it is unfair to you. It is. It's so unfair that I'm not there and you have to do this by yourself. And it's bad and terrifying. And I don't like it either. This is our last press stint for a while...so I'll be home. I'll take (Y/K/N)(2) to dance class, and take (Y/K/N)(1) to school and make you breakfast. What do you think of us all taking the train up the the studio? Take a holiday. Just the family. You could wear that little red swim suit you like? The kids could learn to beat Thomas in Mario Kart. Damiano cooking. Vic watching the kids while we have a date night. Yea?"
"That sounds nice.....being all together"
"....yea....so blow your nose, wash your face."
Touching your face it was wet. You didn't notice either that you had started crying. Either it was being tired or just hearing Ethan again waterworks were on.
"I love you"
"I love you to the moon and back Y/n. Now go get some sleep ok?"
"Yea....sleep sounds good. Talk tomorrow?"
"Of course. Goodnight baby~"
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The sun was bright and big and yellow. The air was warm on your skin. The train up was wonderful, the kids slumped over asleep while you and Ethan got to cuddle and have some hushed conversation. Looking up into his beautiful brown eyes you had missed so dearly.
Aunty Vic was currently chasing (Y/K/N)(1) around the property with a water gun and trying to duck and cover from on coming attacks from Thomas and (Y/K/N)(2). Both you and your husband had crawled onto a fold out lawn chair and decided to spend the day soaking in the sun like cats. Ethan's chest slowly rising and falling under you, listening to his heartbeat. A drummer even on the inside, beating away at a steady rhythm. You were indeed wearing that red swim suit from that one phone call that seemed so far away at this point. Ethan's hands wrapped around you, holding you close. His hair up in a bun with sunglasses perched on his face. Keeping an eye out for the kids, making sure no one fell into the pool and what not.
“You will have to get glasses soon babe if you keep staring at the sun.”
“I will do no such thing”
Both of you laughed. Both of you were young parents, but the stress of life hadn’t been unknown. You knew you had gotten some gray hairs starting to filter in just a bit. His smile was starting to leave lines around his cheeks. He looked as handsome as ever. Propping your self up on your elbows you looked at him. He raised a brow questioning you moving from such a comfy position.
“You are a great dad...”
“And you are a even better mom. Or should I say mommy?” The smirk on his face grew wide as his hand moved to your ass giving it a squeeze.
“No! Don’t you fuckin start!”
“I’m serious~ Why not 3? mh?” His other hand going to your cheek rubbing small circles onto your sun warmed skin. “Be the tin type of their mother....call me ‘the ol man’.....”
“Torchio you can’t just start quoting Carousel. You don’t get to use my love for old romance against me! That’s unfair!” Smacking his chest.
“Maybe, but right now the suit you got on is more than unfair...There is a reason I had you lay on top of me”
You pressed a kiss into Ethan's lips. Love sick as ever. No one could take that away.
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#måneskin#maneskin#ethan torchio#ethan torchio x y/n#victoria de angelis#damiano david#thomas raggi#Ethan Torchio x reader
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A Demon Has Claimed My Soul! (Among Other Things…)
Your Guide to Possessive Demons!
So you've made a pact with a demonic hellspawn, the powers of which are beyond your comprehension, and now you want to become an item? Fantastic! Love can still be found even in the most unholy of unions! However, there are some very important things that any human should know before giving themselves away to the forces of Hell and that is what we here at Mammoney, Inc. plan to provide! In our award-winning guide, A Demon Has Claimed My Soul! (Among Other Things…), you will receive a comprehensive overview of the possessive behaviors of your new lover as well as the Dos and Don'ts for keeping your relationship on track! Remember, your satisfaction is a definite possibility!
(Mammoney, Inc. accepts no responsibility for injuries caused due to taking our advice. No refunds accepted, terms and conditions apply).
Lucifer
Lucifer, huh? Are you sure you really want to go through with that, human? He’s really no fun at parties, hell no fun in general! But if you’re into being told what to do all the time then he’s probably a dream come true so whatever floats your boat...
If you decide to start a relationship with Lucifer, the first thing to know is he plans to have you and keep you. Once you've gone down this road there’s no going back now, human.
Lucifer will show his possessiveness most often through stating it outright. He will be pretty blunt about claiming who you now belong to and isn't shy to tell that to others too. Get used to the reminders.
He’ll do those old school kind of moves like letting you wear his coat over your shoulders or keeping a hand on your waist. He doesn’t have to do all that much more because no one would be dumb enough to try anything after he’s staked his claim.
DO: Pretty much anything he says
DON’T: Defy him, ignore his requests, or piss off Diavolo.
Leviathan
Levi? Really? You know he hasn’t left his room in centuries right? And you’d be playing second fiddle to an actual anime character? In our astute opinion, human, this ain’t a good choice.
Levi is the Avatar of Envy so he’s going to be pretty possessive at all times. If you’re going to choose with him then just know that he won’t be letting you go any time soon… Literally. He will cling to you like his life depends on it.
Levi’s primarily going to show his possessiveness of you through being hostile to others like a pissed off snake.
Any time that you’re not alone together he’ll be on edge or glaring at everyone around you. If someone gets too chummy he might start hissing until they back off. He won’t actually do anything unless someone tries to make a move, but if they do get out of the way in case he summons Lotan.
DO: Stay close to him (especially in public), let him hold your hand or stay on his arm, keep conversations with other people short, and always tell him if you’re going out to meet someone.
DON’T: Basically wander off anywhere without telling him first, flirt with anybody else while he’s watching, scratch that, just don’t be overly nice to anybody while he’s watching. Not even the Chihuahua.
Satan
Okay so yeah Satan is smart, but all those smiles are hella phony! He really ain’t as nice as he looks and… What we mean to say is, Satan will act nice to lure you in but you better watch out, human.
Satan can act pretty chill when he wants to so he might not come off as all that possessive for a while. But the second he sees someone acting a little too close with you he’ll snap and start shouting at them. Doesn’t matter who it is or why, he won’t be able to stop himself.
When he does show his possessiveness he is shameless, almost as bad as Asmo, because then he’s trying to make a point to someone or other. PDA for days, but he’ll be glancing at whoever he’s trying to piss off like an asshole…
Satan's the guy who'd leave a lot of marks on you like bruises and hickies to speak for him when he ain't around.
DO: Get used to PDA, invest in sweaters, borrow Asmo's concealer.
DON’T: Do anything that pisses him off. (For more on this, consider purchasing our other guide: How To Calm My Demon Boyfriend)
Asmodeus
Oh come on, Asmo??? Human, be real for a moment! He’s never gonna be faithful to you at all, I mean we’re all demons so it’s not like we really care all that much but humans care doncha?? You could pick better is all I’m-er We’re saying!
Asmo is going to cling to you about as much as Levi but that’s because he wants attention, not because he’s jealous or anything. He really won’t get possessive of you until someone tries to tell him he can’t be around you for whatever reason. Then he’ll whine, complain, and make a scene until he gets his way.
Asmo will show he owns you by trying to make you into practically the same person. Not in personality, just in appearance.
He’ll start by buying a lot of matching or very… Asmo-looking clothes and jewelry for you to wear. He’ll look for any excuse to put you in his outfits or make sure you use the same perfumes so you smell like each other all the time. Demons have sensitive noses so that’s as good as marking you for his.
DO: Wear the clothes and don’t complain, tell him what sort of style you’d prefer so he can pick more of what you want, try not to get annoyed by his diva act
DONT: Wear somethin' else without telling him, have sex with anyone else without permission first (who knows, ya may get it with him), ignore him. Ever.
Beelzebub
…. Just a friendly reminder that he could eat you.
Beel isn’t going to come off as possessive of ya until he starts getting lonely. He’s pretty busy with practices and taking care of his appetite, but if he starts feelin’ like you haven’t been paying enough attention to him, he’s gonna get needy and want ya around more.
He can be pretty childish about it, really. If someone comes over and asks if you want to go do something he’ll just pick ya up and tell them no. He’ll put ya down if you make a fuss about it but he’ll get grouchy so you’ll have to make it up to’em later.
If he’s feeling lonely, he’ll invite you out for food a lot more and try to keep you away from his brothers. He won’t even like you talking to Belphie. It’ll pass after a couple days, so just sit tight and things will go back to normal soon enough.
DO: Feed him. Constantly.
DON'T: Stop feeding him. Ever. Or look too delicious.
Belphegor
Okay we all know what makes him a bad choice, so let’s not even go there! Honestly human, have some survival instinct, will ya??
Belphie will take the clingy route of always wanting to be around ya, but if he wants to go nap or somethin’ he'll just take ya with him. Doesn't matter whatcha doin'. If he wants ya there, he'll drag ya along too.
Belphie’s gonna be passive-aggressive about his possessiveness when others are involved, a lot of stare downs and lookin’ annoyed. He won’t tell’em to piss off like Beel would but there’d a general aura of “Go the Hell Away” around him so it’s gonna be around you too.
If you two aren’t sharing a nap together then expect him to lean on ya a lot, probably with his head on your shoulder. Don’t stand still for too long ‘cause he will fall asleep like that and then you're stuck draggin’ his dead weight.
DO: Get used to being a pillow and not going anywhere for long periods of time.
DON’T: Keep him up too long, wake him up early, or toss and turn in bed.
Mammon
Obviously, the Great and Powerful Mammon is really the best choice, human. It's clear ya got a good head on your shoulders and that’s a good sign. But for the sake of being helpful, we will still give ya advice, for your sake and mi-… his.
The Great Mammon knows how lost and pathetic you’d be if he wasn’t around so he’ll take it on himself to be sure you’ve always got someone to help ya. Don’t go thinkin’ that he’s just lonely and lookin’ for a little comfort, ‘cause that Ain’t! It! And don’t go letting any of his brothers try pullin’ the same crap because he’s the only one who’s allowed to do that, ya hear??
The Great Mammon doesn’t need to act possessive because everyone will already know you’re his!... Okay, sometimes they need a refresher but there ain’t nothing wrong with that!
You'll never have to worry about his brothers botherin' you because he’ll always be there to scare'em off. He’s your first man so he better get priority and doncha go forgettin’ it! It's gotta be you and him against the world, got it?
DO: Show the Great Mammon appreciation for his time, "appreciation" can be cash, gimme cash.
DONT: Forget about the Great Mammon, ignore the Great Mammon, refuse to gimme cash.
#shameless Mammon propaganda#tw: possessive behavior#mammon stole my laptop#obey me#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#obey me headcanons#obey me scenarios
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nice receive [miya atsumu x fem!reader]
genre: fluff and (once again, a sad attempt at) humor
word count: 3.8k
summary: eight months into your relationship, atsumu takes you to meet his family. things don't go as planned, but of course, everything ends up alright in the end anyway. alternatively, miya atsumu adores you and his family thinks it's easy to see why.
warnings: uhhh implied sexual content at the end but it is like barely there ok
commission for @ muppetz (it wont let me tag for some reason ugh) thank you so much for commissioning me!
a/n: this ended up being way longer than the word count requested but that’s no one’s fault but my own because i dont know when to shut the FUCK up anyways i hope this one shot is enjoyable lol
content under the cut!
You literally never thought that you would ever end up in this situation.
"C'mon babe, why the long face? Ya nervous or somethin'?"
"No." You purse your lips, huffily averting your gaze from your boyfriend's smirking face.
"Ya don't needa be like that." Atsumu drapes an arm across your shoulder, pecking your forehead as a sort of reassurance. "No one could ever hate this cute face, after all." He accentuates his words by squishing your cheeks, drawing out a yelp of protest from you.
"If you keep talking like this, you're gonna jinx it, you know." Your words come out softer and more hesitant than intended, and you startled even yourself at how utterly anxious you sound.
"Yer gonna be fine. Trust me, I wouldn’t take just any random girl to meet my folks, and they’re well aware of that." Atsumu ruffles your hair.
"I just... I hope they're not..." You pause for a moment, trying to find the right word. "...Disappointed?" You grimace when your boyfriend suddenly throws his head back in such voracious laughter, that you swear you saw a few hysterical tears.
"Are ya jokin'?" he all but wheezes. "Yer the libero for the national volleyball team, for God's sake. If anythin', I'd be the disappointment here."
"'Tsumu — " you start, but he interrupts you by pulling you in for a comforting hug.
"Don't worry yer pretty head anymore, got it?" he murmurs into your ear. "Yer wonderful, and I couldn't be luckier to have ya. My parents are gonna love ya. Honest."
A small smile tugs at your lips as you reach around his back to hug him back. "I hope so."
A year ago, if someone had told you that you would end up having Miya Atsumu introduce you to his family as his girlfriend, you would've laughed until your ass fell off and your stomach ached like no tomorrow.
You had been absolutely overjoyed when you were chosen for the women's national volleyball team, and you were so eager to start playing with your new teammates that you had decided to attend the national team's training camp without hesitation despite your recent knee injury at the time. However, you completely overlooked the fact that you would be working with the men's team as well, which would've been completely fine... if not for Miya Atsumu.
When you first met Atsumu, he was the cocky, annoying little shit of a setter for the Japanese men's national volleyball team, someone who you were stuck training with for the next two weeks.
You still remember the first words he ever spoke to you.
"The hell are ya doin' there, lil libero? If yer not gonna be able to save the easiest ones, then ya might as well sub out."
You also remember the first thought you had about him.
'Prick.'
And the first words you spoke to him.
"Can't you look at this — " You had gestured angrily to the knee brace supporting you. "And take a fucking hint, or what?"
He had sent some unapologetic, biting words right back at you and that marked the beginning of the time you have had the utmost pleasure of knowing Miya Atsumu. The two of you had bickered rather relentlessly (not too unlike literal children, despite the both of you being well into your twenties) throughout the rest of the camp, and by the end, for some unknown reason through some unknown method, he ended up with your number.
He started texting you constantly, and as much as you tried to convince your foolish self that he was just a nuisance, you found yourself responding to his messages like an idiot anyway. Throughout the next few months, you learned that Atsumu was far more than just his overly confident demeanor; he's genuinely kind-hearted, down-to-earth, and actually kinda hilarious. And eventually — neither of you quite knew how — the two of you were staring across a table at each other in a fancy restaurant as if daring the other to blink and lose an unspoken game, on a first date that neither of you thought would go as well as it did.
A little over eight months into your happy and committed relationship, Atsumu suggested that the two of you go to his hometown in Hyogo for a weekend to visit his family. You had immediately agreed with his idea, excited to meet his parents and twin brother in person, but now that he's leading you out of your shared hotel room to go do just that, your stomach's knotting uncomfortably.
Atsumu's been nothing but supportive and comforting ever since you started showing that you're nervous to meet his family. He was always happy to provide a never-ending flow of cheesy words and warm hugs, but you're genuinely afraid of embarrassing yourself. You want to impress his family and not have them see you as undeserving of their son, who you truly care for from the bottom of your heart. Atsumu is your first long-term boyfriend, and you would jump off your roof if you managed to mess anything up during the visit to his folks.
The taxi ride to Atsumu's childhood home doesn't do much to soothe your nerves either, with you fiddling with your fingers the entire way through while Atsumu makes small talk with the driver. As the cab pulls up to the address that your boyfriend had provided earlier, you instinctively clench your fists so hard that you think you might bleed.
A look of alarm crosses Atsumu's face as he notices that you're still just as anxious as you were when you left the hotel earlier. He thought that the ride to his parents' house would give you some time to cool down, but that had clearly not been the case. His eyebrows furrow in concern as he reaches over to grab one of your hands in his, giving you a comforting squeeze.
"Just breathe, darlin'." He runs his thumb over the shallow nail marks embedded in your skin. "If it means anything to ya, my mom's a huge fan of yers. For real. I didn't tell ya this before, but she's especially excited to meet ya. Keeps yappin' to me askin' how I pulled ya." You flush.
"R-Really?" you stammer, wide-eyed.
"Really. Who wouldn't be a fan yers?" Atsumu grins, pecking your nose. "See, ya got nothin' to be worried about. Just chill out and be yerself, 'kay?" You nod, some of the tension releasing from your shoulders as Atsumu leads you out of the cab, hand still clutching yours.
You're feeling a little better now, though your thoughts are still running through your head at the pace of a mile a minute as you watch Atsumu pay the taxi driver and thank him for the ride. Atsumu's mother is my fan? Your ears start to heat up. I hope I can somehow live up to her expectations of me…
“Ma! We’re here!” Atsumu shouts at the top of lungs approximately one second after simultaneously ringing the doorbell and obnoxiously pounding on the door.
“Comin’, comin’, ya brat!” A feminine, yet strong voice hollers in return. You freeze on the spot, your mind going blank once again. It’s happening. It’s finally happening.
The door aggressively swings open, revealing a middle-aged woman wearing a pink apron and carrying a wooden spatula in her hand. Her dark hair is pulled into a bun away from her face and her eyes, the same chocolate brown as Atsumu’s, are gleaming with annoyance. She briefly glares at Atsumu for his rowdy entrance before her gaze catches onto you, and her entire face lights up with excitement.
“(L/N) (Y/N)! It’s so nice to finally meet you!”
“M-Mrs. Miya,” you stammer out, trying your best to smile but you’re sure it looked more like a wince. “It’s good to m-meet you t-too.”
"Aw, hey now. What happened to my feisty girl? It's not like ya to be so lame.” Atsumu lays his forearm on your head, effectively using you as an armrest. You jerk away, scowling.
“Shut the hell up, asshat,” you snap without thinking. About half a second later, regret slams into your body like a truck. Oh, shit. I just called my boyfriend an asshat in front of his mother. You were about to run off into the streets in utter embarrassment if not for Mrs. Miya letting out a hearty laugh way too similar to her son’s and linking arms with you.
“No need to look so scared, dear. I don’t bite. And it’s good to see that yer willin’ to put this brat in his place.”
“Ma!” Atsumu whines, pouting petulantly.
“Yer really losin’ out with him though, y’know,” Mrs. Miya whispers to you as she leads you into the house by your arm. “I’ve got another son; Atsumu’s twin. Osamu’s quite well-behaved. If yer just likin’ the looks, he would be the better option.” You can tell she’s joking by the merry twinkle in her eyes, but instead of humoring her you end up shaking your head with a quiet chuckle.
“I think Atsumu’s perfectly good for me.” The two of you pause to watch Atsumu practically sprint into the kitchen, and a few moments later there’s an agitated yell as proof that he was on his way to annoy his brother. You smile. “He makes me really happy, Mrs. Miya. You raised him well.”
“Aren’t ya just the sweetest thing?” Mrs. Miya coos at you, pinching your left cheek. “And so pretty too. I swear ya could probably clobber my brat at volleyball as well. You and yer teammate… ah, Miss Amanai? The two of you always caught my eye while I watched yer matches. Make sure ya let her know.”
You blush a little and thank her, making a mental note to tell Kanoka that. She’d probably find it extremely amusing, especially since she was the one who had given Atsumu your number in the first place (which, as you had found out months later, was because he had practically groveled at her feet multiple times. Dumbass.)
“Come meet my husband, (Y/N).” Mrs. Miya leads you into the living room, where an older, balding man with rimmed glasses is quietly flipping through a book. He gives a start upon hearing your entrance, clearing his throat and sitting up straight.
“Ah, hello!” Mr. Miya greets you. “I’ve heard a lot about you! From both Atsumu and the missus.”
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Miya.” You nod once in a respectful manner.
“It’s about time that he settled down with a nice girl. Make sure ya keep him in line though, got it, missy?”
“Of course I w — “ you start, but Mrs. Miya is already dragging you towards the kitchen. You smile apologetically at Mr. Miya, and he just laughs and waves.
“Osamu’s makin’ dinner right now. He is such a hardworkin’ and dedicated boy. Both of them are, really,” she rambles. “But Osamu sure can cook a mean meal. He and his twin always used to fight over who’s the better cook. But I betcha Atsumu hasn’t touched the stove since he left for university years ago.”
You debate telling her that Atsumu had made quite a decent meal for the two of you just last week to celebrate your eight-month anniversary (which you hadn’t even known he remembered), but before you can formulate the right words in your head you’re suddenly shoved in the path of an unfamiliar man. Well, not really unfamiliar. He has the same face as the boyfriend who you see every day, after all.
Miya Osamu is (as expected) the literal carbon copy of Atsumu; same strong eyebrows, same hooded eyes, same angular jawline. The only thing that easily sets them apart is his black, ruffled mess of hair in stark contrast with your boyfriend’s bleached blonde.
Mrs. Miya pulls Atsumu away from the two of you, demanding that he help her with some mundane task, leaving you and Osamu by yourselves in the kitchen.
An easy smile graces his lips as he sticks out his hand. “Hey, I’m Osamu. Honored to finally meet the famous (L/N) (Y/N).” You smile back, gripping his hand firmly and shaking.
“And I’m honored to meet the famous ‘Samu.” At your words, Osamu bursts out laughing.
“Man, I don’t really let a lot of people call me that, y’know? But if yer gonna be part of the family, you could be an exception.”
“F-Family?” You pause, your sudden confidence dissipating as fast as it had come.
“Naw, no pressure. Just sayin’.” Osamu casually continues with his task of shaping onigiri. “I can tell he really likes ya.” You raise your eyebrows in curiosity without entirely meaning to. “I mean, we’re twins, it’s like a sixth sense. And also he never shuts up about ya when we text or call.”
“I hope you’re hearing all good things?” you quip jokingly.
“Oh, for sure. If I didn’t know who you were I’d think that he’s talkin’ about the reincarnation of a goddess with the way he talks.”
“Seriously?” You snort, and Osamu just laughs.
“So I’d like to ask ya the favor of continuin’ to take care of him. Guy’s just a huge ass baby. I can obviously see that yer good for him, though. He wouldn’t have stayed for so long if he wasn’t serious.”
The two of you briefly glance at Atsumu helping his mother set the table. They’re currently debating over whether Atsumu should go back to his natural hair color and “Stop makin’ yer hair look like fuckin’ straw!”
“He is a huge ass baby,” you start seriously, causing Osamu to smirk. “But he’s an honest and good person, so I’m not too bothered. I’ll take care of him, promise.”
“Thanks.” Osamu sighs, glancing rather fondly in his brother’s direction. “He’s an asshole, but at least he’s a redeemable asshole. I’m glad he’s finally got someone around to take care of him. Makes us all feel a little more relieved since he’s away from home.”
You suddenly feel warm inside.
Atsumu had been right; you truly didn’t have anything to be afraid of. The Miyas have been nothing but kind and welcoming so far, and they even seem to already have a positive opinion of you.
“Can ya help me carry these to the table?” Osamu holds out a plate of freshly-made onigiri.
“Ah, sure!” you accept hurriedly, taking the plate from him with careful hands. You take slow, calculated steps towards the dining room; the last thing you want is to accidentally drop any of the food.
Atsumu and his parents are already waiting in the dining room, and they all look up at you expectantly as you approach them with the onigiri plate in hand.
“Why, thank you, dear!” Mrs. Miya chirps. “Helpin’ Osamu out! How sweet of ya — “
She’s cut off as disaster strikes.
You trip on your last step to the table, causing a single onigiri to tumble off the plate and towards the floor. Your mouth drops open wide as you practically slam the plate down on the table and in practical slow-motion, watch the onigiri plummet down, down, down —
Then you dive.
You dive towards the floor, in the same manner as you do when you’re digging for a volleyball.
And you catch the rice ball in one hand, laying flat on your stomach. You have a moment of mental celebration; yes, you caught the onigiri! Then you realize that you look like a fucking idiot as you lay face down with one hand extended and clutching a rice ball like it’s your lifeline.
There’s a few seconds of agonizing silence.
You want the earth to swallow you whole.
There’s no way that you could ever show your face in front of Atsumu’s family or even Atsumu himself now; God you’ve never been more embarrassed in your life, and over an onigiri too —
“Nice receive!” Atsumu suddenly bellows, clapping his hands boisterously. “(L/N) does it again!”
His brother, who’s standing a few feet behind you with a platter of chicken skewers, pumps his free fist into the air and joins in with a “Hell yeah!”
Mr. Miya starts laughing the same loud Miya laugh that you’ve heard way too many times today, and his sons soon follow suit. Shame is still flooding your body, but now you’re realizing just how ridiculous the whole situation is and you resist the urge to smile at your own stupidity. As soon as Mrs. Miya recovers from her initial surprise, she comes to help you up, and you can tell that she’s doing her best not to laugh as well.
“Are ya okay, dear?” she briefly inspects you for any sign of injury.
“All good here, Mrs. Miya.” You smile, genuinely and comfortably, as Atsumu comes behind you to wrap his arms around you and peck your cheek, still chuckling with a small note of pride. “All good.”
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“See?” Atsumu’s smug as hell as the two of you enter the hotel elevator on your way up to your room. Osamu had dropped you off so there would be no need for another cab. “I told ya that they’d fuckin’ love ya.”
“Why’re you rubbing in something like this?” You scoff, dodging when he tries to pull you into a crushing hug.
“Because I was right.” He smirks. You roll your eyes to heaven.
“Well, you can’t blame me for being nervous! I still can’t believe that none of them got upset at me for diving for a rice ball at the dinner table.” You groan, hiding your face in your hands.
“Nah, why the hell would they? It was cool. Yer cool, Miss National Team Libero.” He laughs, reaching for you again and this time you let him bring you close to him. “Besides, like I said before, who could ever resist yer pretty lil face?”
“You’re a hopeless asshole.” You sigh, and Atsumu of course just chuckles, his laughter vibrating against your ear as you press yourself into his chest.
“I’m yer hopeless asshole.” He pecks the top of your head. “C’mon, babe. It’s our floor.”
You hadn’t realized how tired you are until the two of you enter your hotel room and you see the large, inviting bed. You practically jump onto it, burying your face into a pillow. “Goodnight…” you mumble sleepily.
“Ya gotta go shower and brush yer teeth first, idiot.” A pillow smacks you in the side of the head, and you leap up with a cry of surprise. “Damn, don’t be so loud, sweetheart. It’s late, y’know. Don’t wanna get a noise complaint like last night.” You turn bright red at the reminder.
“Shut u-up,” you retort. “I told you that we shouldn’t have tried to do it on the balcony.”
“It was fun, though, y’know! An experience. And ya sounded like you were enjoyin’ it, anyway.” He chucks another pillow at you, and you yelp as it nails you in the face. “Now get yer cute ass over here, we’re gonna shower.”
“You can’t make me.” You stubbornly lay back down and close your eyes, and you had peace for all but ten seconds before Atsumu’s plucking you off the bed and settling you into his arms bridal-style. Your eyes shoot open in shock and you flail desperately. “Put me down!”
“No can do. I’m not sleepin’ next to yer stinky self tonight, darlin’.” Atsumu laughs as you scowl.
“The floor’s always open for you,” you snap.
“Aw, yer no fun.” He steals a kiss from you in the blink of an eye; the only evidence of there being contact at all is a tingling feeling on your lips. You feel your heart melt just a little more.
“Fine. After we shower, we go straight to bed. Got it?”
“ And brush our teeth. Yer mornin’ breath is bad enough.” He lets out quite an unpleasant squawk when you smack him lightly in the shoulder. “Alright, sorry, sorry.”
“Is this just your excuse to see me naked?” you tease him as he sets you down on the bathroom counter before immediately removing his shirt to reveal his muscled torso. He grins wolfishly at you and shrugs.
“And if it is?” Atsumu’s eyes are zeroed in on the small hickey he had left right below your collarbone last night, which is now visible thanks to the way your shirt had rumpled after he had practically manhandled you into the bathroom.
“Well, I won’t complain.” You follow his gaze down to your neck, before glancing back up to meet his eyes and raise an eyebrow at him. “If you’re going to make it worth my time.”
About an hour later, the two of you are lying in bed together, effectively tuckered out and finally ready to sleep. Atsumu’s strong arms are wrapped tightly around you like a protective cocoon as you snuggle your face against his chest. The slow, steady rhythm of his heartbeat rocks you towards dreamland, and all the worries from the past day are slipping away.
“Hey, ‘Tsumu,” you mumble against his chest. He grunts tiredly.
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
There’s a small silence.
“...Thanks,” you finally say after a beat.
“Huh? For what?” he quips.
“For being patient with me today, even though I was so nervous. And for taking me to meet your family.” You crane your head to look up at him, contentment adorning your features. “I had a good time. I hope they don’t hate the idea of me coming around again sometime.”
Atsumu smiles that familiar smile, the smile filled with affection that others rarely get to see. His eyes are almost half-mooned with joy, his lips are curved up in genuine adoration, and his cheeks are flushed with color. You saw this smile for the first time when he set an incredibly low ball at training camp, earning the awe of everyone in the room, including yourself. Never did you think that you would ever have this expression of pure love aimed at you, nor did you think it would fill you with so much happiness every time you had the blessing of seeing it. He says nothing for a while, suddenly resorting to trailing kisses all over your face. You let him, closing your eyes peacefully as he showers you with his love, ending with one final peck to your nose.
“I'm sure they'd like to have you around again.”
And if Atsumu continues playing his cards right, he thinks there might be a possibility that in the next five or so years, you could truly become part of the family with a glittering ring on your finger.
Only time will tell if that possibility will ever come to fruition, but as you tilt your head up to give him one last kiss on the lips and whisper those three words to him, he knows for sure that he wants to continue building towards that future with you.
“I love you too.” He lets his eyes fall shut as well, before resting his chin atop your head and savoring the warmth of your body against his.
Only time will tell.
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