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ohkiyo · 4 years ago

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characters: shiratorizawa team, reader, sakusa kiyoomi, and komori motoya. (quick appearance)

warnings: none, just some good ‘ol fluff.

word count: 5.1k

a/n: this is like a peace offering for not posting any content for the last two or three weeks (?), I also did not intend for this to reach over 5k+ words lol, so hopefully you won’t get bored reading this one. I also gave up editing this somewhere in the middle, so yeah that’s that hahaha. XD

anyways have fun and enjoy! :D

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“We’re going on a trip in our favorite rocket ship, zooming through the sky! Little Einsteins~” both you and Goshiki bounce on your seat at the back of the bus, singing the theme song of the cartoon you two watch for fun a few days ago. “Climb aboard, get ready to explore there’s so much to find little Einsteins~”

“Aren’t they excited?” a fond smile made its way into Semi’s face as he watches the two first years belting their hearts out to a song made for children. Tendou and Yamagata joining the two, causing the overall noise inside the bus to increased in volume. Their English pronunciation was horrible, but it didn’t stop them from sharing their – talent.

Kawanishi, who was two seats away from the four was also humming along, snacking on a chocolate bar, his phone on his hand capturing it all on camera, probably for future blackmail material. While Shirabu who was seated beside him, continues to sleep, unbothered by the ruckus happening inside the bus.

“This is their first time going to Tokyo after all” Reon answered, before he tilted his head to the side when they switch to a different song, this time, it was Tendou’s famous baki baki ni ore. “Since when did Satori taught them that?”

“Probably since the moment they joined”

They were currently on their way to Tokyo for a practice match with another college volleyball team, the colleges that they use to play against in Miyagi were coincidentally busy with academics, something about an upcoming exam that they need to prepare for so they had to cancel.

Fortunately, with Shiratorizawa being a powerhouse school, Coach Saito and Washijou-sensei had connections to institutions outside of Miyagi. So they called up a friend who’s currently handling a college volleyball team and requested for a practice match.

The singing lasted for another thirty minutes before they eventually fell asleep, the bus now quiet. Washijou-sensei who was seated up front, let out a sigh of relief, thankful for the silence, something that Semi and Reon didn’t fail to notice. The two chuckled, as strict as he may be, Washijou-sensei knows when to let his players have their fun, he isn’t exactly a killjoy like some had thought. He’s actually very nice, once you get to know him of course.

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“You’re allowed to go sightseeing but please always bring a buddy with you, to prevent anyone from getting lost” his eyes landed on the older members, silently asking them to keep a close eye on their two first years. “Washijou-sensei and I will be meeting up with Coach Sasaki, so be back before 11”

Everyone nods their heads at his words before the two finally entered the elevator once it reaches your floor. The hotel you were staying at was a bit high class, you don’t know how the club’s fund covered it, but you weren’t complaining.

Each one of you had your own separate room, each guest had three food slips with, one was a free access to an eat-all-you-can food at the dining area’s buffet, while the other two were for a free breakfast, lunch, or dinner.

“So...” Tendou turned around, a grin plastered on his face as he held up the food slip the receptionist gave earlier. “Let’s go fill up our belly and enjoy Tokyo’s nightlife”

With that all nine of you piled into the elevator and press the button for the ground floor, the space a little too tight for your liking. The elevator stops at another floor, two new people entered, resulting in them moving backward to create a space for the newcomers, leaving you to press yourself to the wall.

“Sorry (Y/n)” Ushijima whispered, after accidentally stepping on your foot, he looks over his shoulder as you gave him a thumbs up. Your face now buried on his shirt, his perfume entering your nostrils.

He sure does smell nice, no wonder the girls are after him.

Luckily, for you, your struggle did not last long because finally, the elevator reaches the bottom floor. You swore you almost past out because of how cramp that space was, you feel like you were starting to develop claustrophobia because of it. For a fancy hotel, they sure have very small elevators.

Your group weaves through the other guest inside the hotel, some of them going back to their rooms; some were going the same way as you all were, while the others were going out to enjoy whatever Tokyo has to offer.

“Tokyo hotels are on another level” you whispered, following after them as they went over to where the eating utensils were placed. You carefully scanned the foods displayed, cuisines coming from different countries were all too delicious-looking, you feel like you want to have a plate of each.

“You’re drooling (Y/n)” you heard Shirabu say as he walks past you, the person that was standing behind the counter chuckled as you rub the spit that unknowingly trickled down your chin.

“Sorry”

“It’s fine” she laughs again before she suggested the lamb meat for you to taste. You haven’t tried lamb before so you accepted her offer, watching as she threw in a bunch of slices into the grill. “Well done or medium?”

“Well done please” she started tossing the meat around the steel griddle, the wonderful smell reaching your nose. It smelled so delicious, as the meat slowly turns to that familiar charred look of a well-cooked meat. Once she was done, she places it on your plate as she suggested for you to drizzle it with some of the sauce near the grills.

You moved from one area to another, filling your plate with foods before finally taking a seat on the table they occupied.

“Now we know who are the best people to bring to buffets” Yamagata mused, eyeing yours and Goshiki’s plate filled with different kinds of food, not only that, there were at least one or two more plates on the side also filled with foods.

“They’re big eaters”

Kawanishi took a piece of meat from your plate, exchanging it with a fried dumpling that he accidentally dipped in a spicy sauce. He can handle his spice, however, this particular dip was so spicy his mouth was burning from it.

“Kawanishi-san why…?” you took the glass of cold water Ushijima offered you as you drank it all. It didn’t help though, your mouth was still burning, so Semi fed you a spoonful of chocolate ice cream, the dessert finally easing the flames in your mouth.

“Sorry (Y/n)” Kawanishi bit his lip to stop the smile threatening to come out, secretly sharing a low five with Tendou from under the table. However, that didn’t go unnoticed from Semi’s watchful eyes, stepping on the red head’s foot, Semi shoots him a pointed look as Tendou tries to remove his leg.

“Ow, ow, Semi-Semi that hurts”

The setter didn’t listen to him and continued eating his meal, they all ate in silence after that. Too hungry to strike a conversation with each other, their attention focus on the food in front of them.

Dinner went by fast, once they had finished their food they went out of the hotel and walk through Tokyo. The streets are a little too crowded than the ones they’re used to in Sendai, passing by different kinds of coffee shops, restaurants, inns, and hotels. The choices were endless, it all depends on where you all plan to go.

“Let’s go there first, I want to buy some manga” Tendou pointed at a rather large book shop just across the street, customers walking in and out of the store, wrapped packages in hand.

The inside was filled with rows and rows of shelves full of books, such as novels, textbooks, and of course, manga, on the sides were a section for school supplies and other similar materials. Tendou looks like he’s in heaven because the store offers manga that wasn’t available in Sendai. The moment his foot steps inside the store, he immediately disappeared behind the shelves where the manga was displayed.

“Wasn’t this the book Yato-sensei told us to buy?” Shirabu opened the textbook, skimming through its contents.

“Its ¥2,000” Kawanishi taps the price tag of the same book he’s holding. Shirabu pinches his lips together, closing the book and putting it back to where it belonged.

“Nope, I’ll just borrow from the library”

They move to the end of the aisle to see you holding a basket filled with different kinds of stationeries, Reon and Ushijima also going through the pens and notebooks they had on display before dropping it inside the basket you were holding.

“That’s a lot of pens (Y/n)” Goshiki drops a couple packs of sticky notes in your basket before grabbing a pen and examining it. The little penguin at the top sparking his curiosity as he clicks it, the ball-point emerging from the bottom part of the object.

“My pen’s keeps on disappearing, along with my highlighters and I don’t know who’s taking them” Goshiki stayed quiet at your reply, blinking at you, once, then twice before he slowly returned it in the basket. Reon let out a quiet laugh, fully aware that it was Goshiki who keeps taking your school supplies and not returning them.

Goshiki grabs three more pens and two more highlighters, the exact number of stationeries he took then dropping it in the basket. “I’ll buy these for you (Y/n)-chan”

You smiled at him in gratitude, standing in line at the cashier. “Thank you ‘Tomu-kun”

After paying for the items, you were once again back to the cold street. Aimlessly walking towards your next destination.

“Let’s go to a karaoke bar” Yamagata suggested, zipping up his jacket as the cold had become a little too much for him. Letting out a shiver from the cold air.

“Sure” they located the nearest karaoke bar, entering the establishment. They paid for the amount required for a one-hour session, before entering an empty room. Semi, Tendou, and Yamagata going for the songbook and choosing what song they’re going to sing, while you, Goshiki, and Ushijima went through the menu instead.

“So who’s first?” Tendou’s hand shot up as Yamagata gave him the mic, pressing his song’s code as the title flash on the screen.

“You’re singing Lion King?” Semi laughs watching as Tendou dance around to the song’s opening beat.

“The song has been stuck in my head for a long time now” the redhead cleared his throat before he started singing the first verse.

“There’s a Japanese version of that song?” Kawanishi whispered in surprise, Tendou’s jolly voice and merry demeanor fitting so well with I Just Can’t Wait To Be King’s upbeat tune. It was as if the song was made for him.

10:15pm.

There were only 15 minutes left before the one hour expires, Shirabu was singing some sort of heartbreak song, while sitting on top of Kawanishi who was laying sideways munching on some chips. Totally unbothered by the weight on top of him.

The setter ends his song, a cue for everyone to start packing their stuff and go back to the hotel before Coach Saito and Washijou-sensei catches them still walking around after curfew.

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It’s been three hours since you went to bed and unfortunately not once were you able to get a wink of sleep, nightmares were plaguing your mind. Two people, you’ve never met before constantly visits you in your dreams. It was a man and a woman, you couldn’t see their face but their voices you could hear.

They sometimes try to talk to you, asking how you were doing, if you were alright, or simply saying words of encouragement whenever you were feeling down. Sometimes they were accompanied by another girl, a teenager, who looks like the 15-year-old version of your aunt.

Once again, you turned on your side, pulling your blanket a little closer, screwing your eyes shut. However, it wouldn’t work, so you sat up, and check your phone.

1:30 am.

You chewed on your bottom lip, contemplating whether or not you should bother one of your teammates. They had a game tomorrow and you don’t want to disturb their sleep, but you were getting restless, and you’re afraid that you might not be able to fall asleep at all.

Finally making up your mind, you got up from your bed, grabbing your phone, key card, before exiting your room. Walking down the hallway towards Goshiki’s room, you have a feeling he’s still awake since he likes to play games until the wee hours of the night.

Standing on his door, you knock twice, pulling at the bottom of your shirt as you look left and right. The empty hallway looking a little too creepy for your liking, you knock again and this time it finally opened, a half-asleep Goshiki greeting you.

“(Y/n)?” he rub his eyes as he opened the door wider, letting you inside. “Did you have nightmares again?”

You nodded your head. “Can I sleep with you?”

“Sure” you followed him to his bed as he took the other side and you on the other. Both of you laying under the covers facing each other. “Better now?”

“Yes, thank you” he gave you one last sleepy smile before closing his eyes. So far, Goshiki was the only one who knows of your nightmares, after he discovered you one time during your first training camp crying under a table.

He was the one who comforted you and offered to let you sleep with him, it somehow became a routine and whenever you would knock on his door, he immediately knows what’s wrong.

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The door to Goshiki’s room burst open as a group of panicked Shiratorizawa upperclassmen barge into the room. Goshiki having heard of his door nearly tearing off its hinges, sat upon his bed. “Senpai?”

Semi marches over to him, grabbing his shoulders and basically shaking him awake. “(Y/n)’s gone, she’s not in her room. We can’t find her anywhere”

“What?”

“Oh man, oh man. If the coach finds out we’re screwed” Yamagata and Tendou grips their hair in frustration, as Reon and Ushijima discuss the possibilities of your disappearance. Kawanishi and Shirabu though were the only ones calm in this situation.

“Huh?” Goshiki’s brain still wasn’t working though as he still sat there in a daze, unaware of the growing problem his upperclassmen were having.

Kawanishi ruffles his hair as he looks around the room, shifting from one foot to another, before his eyes landed on a lump he failed to notice before that was beside the first year. He taps Shirabu on the shoulder then pointing at the said lump, who was starting to move, leaning dangerously close to the edge of the bed before falling off and landing on the floor with a thud. Bringing the blanket along with them.

“What?” they watch as you continued to snore away on the floor, the fall clearly didn’t affect you in the slightest.

Shirabu shots Goshiki a look of suspicion as the rest shakes you awake. “Why is (Y/n) sleeping with you?”

He didn’t really get any answer because Goshiki just looks at him, still half-asleep.

A scandalized gasp left Tendou’s lips as he points a shaky finger towards the spiker. “Did you and (Y/n) do something? You’re only first years, wait until you’re in college!”

“Satori, what are you talking about?”

“Tendou, I think you took this the wrong way” Ushijima’s hand landed on Tendou’s shoulder, as the redhead whips his head to the captain.

“But Wakatoshi-kun you can’t be too sure!”

“(Y/n) probably got scared and went to Tsutomu for help” Reon started pushing them all out of the room. Semi carrying you, still wrap in Goshiki’s blanket, leaving the first year still sitting on his bed. Once his door clicks shut, he fell back on his bed and went back to sleep.

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“Let’s have a good game!”

You carefully arrange the water bottles and towels on the bench as your team and the college team had their match. Diligently doing your duties as a manager.

“Hello” you look up to see your opponents’ manager standing there, giving you an easy smile, stretching out her hand for you to take. “My name is Mikana Ritsu, nice you meet you”

“(L/n) (Y/n), nice to meet you too Mikana-san” you answered, grasping her hand and giving it a firm shake.

She took a seat on the spare bench, with you taking the place beside her. “I didn’t know they had a manager, are you new?”

“Yes, I’m a first year. I started just a few months ago”

She let out a hum in response as the both of you observe the game in silence, leaving your spot once in a while to assist your respective players before sitting back down again and watching the game. From beside you, Mikana lets out a long yawn as she covers her mouth with the clipboard she’s holding.

“Are you tired Mikana-san?”

She nodded, another yawn leaving her lips. “I had to stay up very late last night for my research paper” she chuckled. “Sleep is very hard to come by when you’re in college”

You turn to look at the older girl, a question forming in your mind due to your curious nature. “Mikana-san, how is college like?”

She taps her chin for a moment, looking up at the ceiling to figure out the best answer for your question. “It’s an emotional roller coaster you know? One moment you’re smiling, then the next you’re crying your eyes out”

She turns her body to look at you. “I remember during my first year that my history teacher vowed to fail all of us because the school has enough students already”

You look at her incredulously, surprised at what she said.

“She made her exams and quizzes very difficult, and her projects were also very ridiculous” she huffs in annoyance, bad memories resurfacing. “We didn’t understand at first why she was doing it, but eventually we found out that she was having problems with her dissertation and she’s taking out all her frustrations on us”

You stared at her wide-eyed, your mouth open agape. The fuck? “We all passed though, so suck for her”

“That was just mean”

“I know right?” she lets out a sigh, before standing up from her seat and re-wrapping their setter’s fingers with tape. Tying it to his preferred tightness before she went back to her spot and him going back into court. “Then we have our thesis”

“Oh yeah, I sometimes see students having breakdowns because of it. Is it really that bad?”

“The process of doing it is very hard, because not only do you have to choose your own topic, you have to choose a very specific one and one that has a lot of references available” you nodded your head, listening to her every word. “Getting rejected is fairly common, so you have to go through the process again and then present it to your panelist”

“When you do your defense, is it scary?”

She laugh at your choices of words, but she can’t really deny it though, because she did felt scared whenever they had a defense. “It’s nerve-wracking honestly, you have to prepare an answer for every possible question or else they’ll reject your paper”

“And you have to repeat all over again” she nods. “That’s so tiring”

“It is, but we have to comply or else we’ll never graduate”

“True”

You both talk throughout the game, until the final whistle was blown and the match finally ended, your team winning the match.

“Shiratorizawa High is still as strong as ever I see” she mused, watching as both teams gave each other a bow. “Congratulations (L/n)-chan”

“Thank you Mikana-san”

You both went on your separate ways, tending to your own players. Giving them their towels, and water bottles along with their snacks. After your final goodbye, you all entered the bus, driving back towards your hotel. It was still early, 3:00 pm in Tokyo is still very lively compared to in Sendai. Most people prefer to stay indoors due to the intense heat, however, a bustling city will always be busy no matter what time of the day.

“We’ll be leaving early tomorrow, so if any of you have anything buy. Souvenirs and other things, you can do so right now. But as always, bring a buddy with you and be back by 11” Coach Saito reminded one last time, before he and Washijou-sensei went inside the hotel, probably to rest and get some sleep before they go out again.

“I actually have some things to buy at the mall” Semi started adjusting his bag on his shoulder.

“Me too” Yamagata said, rummaging through his bag to find his phone, he almost started panicking when he didn’t saw it, but immediately let out a relieved sigh when he saw the device hiding under his sweaty shirt.

“We saw some souvenir shops a few blocks away from here, we’ll be over there”

Once everything was settled and everyone had decided where they want to go. You all separated, Semi, Reon, Ushijima, Yamagata, and Shirabu going to the mall to buy the things they needed while you, Tendou, Kawanishi, and Goshiki decided to walk around instead.

Going through the various shops that were selling different types of souvenirs from shirts to mugs, to keychains and other kinds of stuff.

“(Y/n)-chan, do you have my phone with you?” Goshiki patted his pockets as he looks for the said device.

“It’s in my bag” to patted the backpack you were carrying, adjusting it on your shoulder before letting out a groan at how heavy it is. “Kawanishi-san can we exchange bags? This one’s very heavy”

He nodded his head, pulling the strap over his head as you exchange bags, you let out a sigh of relief, thankful that the strain on your shoulders are now gone. The smell of freshly cook taiyakis catching your attention as the four of you speedwalk towards the stall making it, the food still hot and fresh.

“Ah, hot, hot, hot” Tendou rapidly let out a breath of air to cool down the burning of his tongue and the roof of his mouth. Not expecting for it to be too hot.

You gently blew on your taiyaki, waiting for it to cool down, before you started taking small bites. As your group resume walking along the streets, you spotted a shop filled with trinkets, calling for their attention you all entered the store.

They had a wide range of displays, and although some were a bit expensive, it wasn’t stopping you from buying what you want. The allowance your Aunt gives you every week could literally last you a month, and so any extra money you had, you deposit it in your bank account and wait for the time when you have to use it.

Walking over to Kawanishi, you took your wallet from your bag before you walk off to where they had plushies on display, that dolphin plushy the only thing on your mind right now. Taking the dolphin from its spot on the shelf, you examined it, before looking at a similar one but this time it was a bit bigger. Not too much, so you were contemplating which one to buy.

“The big one looks very comfy though” Goshiki appears beside you, holding a scarf, a cap, and a sweater. “You can snuggle it to sleep”

“Yeah, but don’t you think it’s a little too big?”

He observes the two carefully taking in their size, but still, he preferred the bigger one, so you followed his suggestion.

“Oh! Why not take this one too?” he grabs a tomato plushie of the same size. “Tomato-chan~”

You flick him on the forehead. “I can’t believe you’re sticking with that nickname”

“It’s funny though” he grinned at you.

“Tsutomu, (Y/n) let’s go” the both of you didn’t hear Tendou called you out, as the two of you stayed there. Goshiki insisting that he buys the tomato plushie for you, while you immediately denying his offer because it was already too much. It cost about a thousand yen, and he still has the items he’s holding. Not only that, you still remembered how he bought you those pens and highlighters last night.

The bell hanging at the top of the door rang as the two middle blockers left the shop, unknowingly leaving the two of you behind.

They cross the street, turning a few more corners. Before they were back to the same book store everyone went to last night. Tendou wanting to buy a few more mangas, then Kawanishi forgot he needs to buy a new calculator because he broke his old one. He could just buy one in Sendai, but why wait when he could just do it now?

“(Y/n) can you get my wallet? It’s in the-“ Kawanishi turns around, but no signs of the two first years. He looks from left to right, thinking that maybe they’re just around the corner, but alas, there were no Goshiki, and (Y/n).

“Uh… Tendou-san” Kawanishi tugs on the red head’s jacket as Tendou turns around.

“Hmm, what is it Taichi?”

“(Y/n) and Tsutomu are gone”

Tendou’s eyebrows furrowed as he looks behind the second year, thinking that maybe he was just pulling a prank on him, but still, like before, no first years in sight.

“Oh dear”

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“I can’t believe you actually bought the tomato plushie” you stared at the red-colored plush inside the bag you were holding. Both of you exiting the shop.

“Told you I’d buy it” he looks proud though, you don’t know why, but you’re very grateful for the gift. You note to yourself to get him something in return in the future. “Are Tendou-san and Kawanishi-san still inside?”

“Maybe” he went back inside the shop, as you waited outside the door. When he went back out, he looks worried, which also made you worried.

“Something wrong?”

“They’re not inside”

Your eyes widened. “What?”

He rub his arms, as he went back inside again to check. But still, they weren’t there anymore, walking back out, he shook his head.

“Did they just left us?”

“Probably”

“Should we go find them?” you started fidgeting on your spot, before you remembered, you had Kawanishi’s bag with you. Opening his bag you located his phone only to be left disappointed when you find out it’s dead. “Great, now we can’t contact them”

“Should we go back to the hotel instead?”

“I don’t even know which way our hotel is”

Both of you shared a heavy exhale, retracing your steps to where you both felt your hotel was located. However, you both accidentally took a wrong turn and were now in a different part of the city.

“I knew leaving that place was a bad idea”

“Oh. Aren’t you two from Shiratorizawa?” you saw two persons walking over your direction, wearing a light green and yellow track jacket and track pants.

“Yes” you answered, the one who was currently talking looks nice, you don’t know about his companion though. Even with half of his face covered with a mask, you could still feel the intensity of his stare.

“Ah. I’m Komori Motoya, and this is Sakusa Kiyoomi” he pointed to his friend. “We’re from Itachiyama, we went against your school before”

Itachiyama, the school is familiar, but these two? Not very much. However, they seem nice.

“Are the others with you?” Komori looks around the vicinity. “I don’t see them”

“Uh…”

“You got lost didn’t you?” it was Sakusa who asks this time and Komori let out a laugh.

“We can’t contact them because this phone is dead-” you showed them Kawanishi’s phone. “-and it’s also the only one we have right now”

Komori turns to look at Sakusa. “You have Ushijima’s number right? Why don’t you give him a call, they might be worried right now”

Wordlessly, Sakusa fished his phone from his pocket and dialed your captain’s number, pressing the loudspeaker button. It rang a few times before Ushijima finally picks up.

“Hello?”

“We found your stray” Sakusa answered before putting the phone in front.

“Ushijima-san!”

”(Y/n)? Goshiki? Where are you two?”

You both look at the two, but Komori answered for you. “We’re in front of the Kamakura coffee shop, where are you?”

“In front of the Marimo bookstore [1]”

“Alright stay there, we’ll be there in ten minutes”

“Alright”

The call ended and the four of you made your way towards the bookstore, Komori was the only talkative one between the two, instantly befriending the both of you. Although Sakusa would sometimes participate in the conversation, majority of it, he prefers to listen.

“So, what are you doing here in Tokyo?” Komori questioned.

“We had a practice match with a college team today” Goshiki answered, holding your hand to avoid getting separated from the group, his initial fear from when he discovered you two got left behind still present.

“Are teams in Miyagi too weak to handle Shiratorizawa?” Sakusa’s eyes momentarily shift in your direction before focusing forward.

“I guess so” you shrug your shoulders, you were told no high schools in Miyagi wants to have a joint practice with your school anymore, and you don’t really know the reason behind it. So you can’t really say they’re all weak.

Thankfully ten minutes later, you arrive at Marimo Bookstore to see your seniors waiting in front of the building in worry.

“(Y/n), Tsutomu. There you are!” Tendou was about to give you two a big hug, but Semi beat him to it by bonking the two of you on the head.

“You idiots! What did I say about wandering around?!”

“We weren’t wandering around! We were just inside the shop when Tendou-san and Kawanishi-san left us!” you replied with a pout, rubbing your head as Semi shot the two a glare as they both look away. Kawanishi casually whistling a tune whilst Tendou rocks himself back and forth on the soles of his feet.

“Well, we’ve delivered the package. We have to go now, see you guys next time” Komori wave your group goodbye as Reon and Semi said their thanks.

Sakusa gave Ushijima a nod before turning around. “See you at nationals Wakatoshi”

“Of course”

They both left, their tall figures disappearing into the crowd, as your group went back to your hotel. Upon arriving at your lodging, you stumbled along with Coach Saito and Washijou-sensei near the entrance, the two older men inquiring of your shopping spree. Everyone answered the question as honestly as they could, leaving out the details of yours and Goshiki’s little accident.

Satisfied, they both left while your group went back to your own room to enjoy the rest of your stay, and to avoid any more mishaps.

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[1] anyone here who also watches sekai-ichi hatsukoi?

a/n: the idea from the college convo between Mikana and reader was inspired from a conversation I had with a mutual hehehe, though not word per word but just the overall gist of it. Dear, if you’re reading this you know who you are. ;)

also, my team stories aren’t suppose to contain any romance, yet here I am lowkey shipping Goshiki and reader.

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prurientpuddlejumper · 4 years ago

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Out Tonight (Part 5)

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Summary: It’s been 24 hours since you woke up next to a panicked Rafael Barba who turned out to have been much drunker than you thought. Despite the blame and confusion, there remained a primal attraction that led you to decide to try a (sober) date. Was this a terrible idea? Do you have anything in common besides drunk karaoke?

This was supposed to have smut but it’s just a date XD Smut next time! Soon!

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Drunk. He must have still been drunk that morning. There was no other explanation for his wildly impulsive, juvenile decision to accept a date with you after that fiasco of a morning, waking up in your hotel with zero memory of what was almost certainly an even bigger fiasco of a night.

But he had agreed to it. Given you the address of his favorite coffee spot that didn’t have wheels. Set a time. It seemed childish to back out on you at the last minute just because he’d had twenty-four hours to sober up and think about his life choices. And so, Rafael Barba stood outside, leaning near the door out of the way of foot traffic, impatiently glaring at the minute hand of his watch.

At least it was only breakfast. Nothing exciting in the history of the universe had ever happened this early in the morning. Everyone in the relatively small Sunday crowd seemed too tired to be here. He would show up for one bleary-eyed date like an adult, make sure you were still alright, and, assuming your story hadn’t changed—that you hadn’t remembered something traumatic he’d forgotten he’d done—you could both part ways with a clear conscience.

***

The GPS on your phone indicated you were at the corner of the street you needed to turn down. There would be no going back if you turned that corner—the cafe was just a few doors down. You almost turned around and walked back to your hotel, but before you could leave, you saw him. Across the street, under the awning of the cafe, a short, well-dressed man radiating authority stood checking his watch with the words “Why the hell did I agree to this?” creased into his brow. You recognized that expression from your own face and almost laughed, only holding it in because you didn’t want to be that crazy person laughing to herself in the middle of a crowd.

His handsomeness had not been an illusion of the drink and low lights of the bar, you realized as you crossed the street. He was really fucking handsome. He wore another stylish and expensive suit, a colorful blue-striped tie, and you assumed suspenders under the jacket, and his dark hair was groomed with precision to the side.

By the time you were close enough to hear his voice calling out to greet you, you remembered kissing him, and how solid his chest felt when your arms were wrapped around him. A flush of heat warmed the base of your spine, and suddenly you were glad you had made this date after all.

Barba was not so sure. Not at first.

He wasn’t certain he would even recognize you in a crowd, but the moment you turned the corner, he spotted you. Your face was permanently stamped into his memory, right along with the time he wet the bed at a sleepover in second grade and the waitress to whom he’d replied “you too” after she told him to enjoy his meal.

The first thing he noticed was that your clothes were not as nice as he perceived when he was drunk. What little memory he had of karaoke painted you as a perfect goddess of seduction, with legs that went on for miles, wearing couture woven by angels out of dewdrops. Even in your disheveled state the morning he could remember, he had maintained a lofty impression of your image, or what he imagined it would be when you cleaned up. But the cute little sundress swishing around your knees as you crossed the street was not designer. It looked nice on you, but was more comfortable, practical, and a bit hippie-chic. You were even wearing a backpack instead of a purse. Your whole aesthetic was woefully down-to-earth. Like a Subaru. You were the Subaru of people.

Yet, even his unfortunate habit of judging people based on their clothing couldn’t dull the spark he felt when you drew close enough to smell your shampoo and look into your bright eyes. He couldn’t help feeling irrationally protective when those bright eyes froze as you stood in front of him, almost spreading your arms for a hug, then almost extending a hand, and then staring like a panicked deer that wandered into Times Square.

“Good to see you,” he smiled, pressing your shoulder amicably, sparing you from the decision.

***

After a short wait in line to order your latte and croissant sandwich, Barba squeezed into one of the tiny seats at one of the tiny tables in front of the window, and you squeezed in next to him. It was such a tight fit, your shoulders almost touched every time you lifted the mug to your lips, and your legs bumped accidentally amid stammered, awkward apologies.

“So...” you began, and your voice sounded far away, like you were trapped deep inside your own skull operating levers to make yourself speak. And you had nothing planned after “so,” and nothing came to you organically, so even though it was a trite, over-used question, you sputtered out, “How have you been?”

“Not bad,” he replied, just as stiffly rote. “You?” The boilerplate question sparked a deeper concern, and he twisted in his seat to grab your eye contact under a furrowed brow, and asked more seriously, “Are you OK?”

Your cheeks burned. He must have noticed how weird and nervous you were and thought there was something wrong with you. “I-I’m fine!” you squeaked.

His brows stayed wrinkled with worry. He lowered his voice. “If you… remembered anything. Anything painful. Something you need to work out, to process… report? I want you to know I will support anything you need to do. If I hurt you, I will do whatever it takes to make it right.”

“Oh!” You nearly spilled your drink. “No, no! God. Nothing like that. Just… embarrassment. Shame. I mean, if anyone should be angry or need to process stuff, it’s you. That was all my fault.”

He breathed a little sigh and his shoulders relaxed. He nodded to himself and turned back to his coffee. With a sideways glance and a sly smirk, he added, “You know, you shouldn’t incriminate yourself in front of a prosecutor.”

You were pretty sure he was joking, but your laugh was tight and high in your throat, and your palms began to sweat.

“Actually—” you reached into a pocket and pulled out your phone, “Tengo unos fotos… if it will help you remember?”

He stopped mid-sip, set the mug back down on the narrow shelf of a table, then coughed into his fist. A near spit-take. “What do you mean, you have photos? Qué tipo de fotos? Muéstramelas.”

Barba had forgotten, or didn’t care, that your Spanish wasn’t terrifically fluent and made his demand at a rapid, clipped pace. Fortunately, your first instinct was to show him.

It was a good thing he had already set down his coffee, because his eyes went wide, and he choked on the air. Picture after picture of him red-faced and disheveled, most of them with a wolfish grin and his hands all over you. He still had on his tie and the grey peppering his temples was evident, and you looked so young and innocent you could almost be mistaken for underage in the soft lighting. The angle of the selfie drew attention to your cleavage. You flipped back once more, and a crackle of tinny audio burst from the phone speakers as a shaky video of Barba singing the tail end of One Song Glory began to play. “Shit,” you cursed, and muted it.

“Delete that,” he croaked, raking his fingers down his face. “God, this is a scandal. Those look—I look—” His eyes narrowed, and he cocked his head with a brash, hostile grin. “Is this blackmail? Is this blackmail amateur hour?”

“What? No! Why would this be… Oh my god, are you cheating on someone?!”

He scowled with indignation at the very suggestion. “I would never cheat on someone. Those make me look like a… a boozy lecher. It could damage my reputation if they got out. Why do you have those?” he hissed, feigning a pleasant smile over gritted teeth. It looked like it hurt his face.

“You told me to take pictures and send them to a friend! You kept going on about ‘gathering evidence’ in case things went sideways.”

“That’s ridiculous,” he scoffed. “It is sound advice,” he considered. “That sounds like me,” he concluded, pinching his brow.

“I’ll delete them all, OK? See? I’m deleting them.” You clicked the trash button and watched them disappear one by one as Barba’s blood pressure went down. “Ooh, I’m keeping this one, though,” you said, fawning.

You flipped the screen to show him a selfie of him smiling wide and carefree, cheeks flushed, his arms wrapped around your shoulders, and you kissing his cheek. It was sweet, almost chaste. The karaoke stage was in the background, and you both looked like you were having a great night.

Present-Barba’s horrified expression didn’t soften. Your face fell. “Alright, I’m deleting this one too,” you soothed.

Your wistfulness must have tugged at his heart as you gave the picture one last look, trying to memorize the happiness you’d felt when you took it. With your finger poised over the delete button, he caught your wrist. “No… If you really like it, that one isn’t horrible. Just don’t send it to anyone in the DA’s office. Por favor.”

“I won’t,” you promised. His eyes were an overpoweringly lush green as they fixated on yours so close up, and you could swear there was a spark of the connection you’d felt that night. Then he blinked, and it was gone, self-consciously letting go of your wrist.

With that matter resolved, Barba became cold and distant, as if all he’d come to do was settle things from that night once and for all, and now he was done with you. You tried to carry the conversation forward, but he met your efforts to bond with the sober version of him with minimal, dismissive responses, leaving you in uncomfortable silence. He would barely even look at you anymore. It made you feel small.

Barba was right—you didn’t know him.

The mood was tense as you quietly chewed your croissant, and it would have been tenser if not for the cramped tables. Had you a spacious seating arrangement, you might have felt the distance between your two obviously different lives stretch out between you like a vast, insurmountable chasm.

Had you met the real Barba first, you would have known this guarded, cynical, tightly-wound ball of nerves and assholery would never sing karaoke without being three sheets to the wind.

The effortlessly charming open-book of a man you’d been wooed by two nights ago was a fiction crafted by alcohol. Without his flirtatious nature to offset the severity of his bespoke suits and high-profile job, you were weighted down with the thought that this man had his shit together more than you ever would. He was too good for you. He thought so, too. You saw that look in his eyes, the sarcastic quirk of his mouth as he glanced over you outside the cafe, though he’d tried to hide it. Your entire outfit cost about a tenth of his jacket alone, and his rich-jerk radar honed right in on it. Barba said you might not like him sober, and he seemed keen to prove himself right. When he finally did ask you questions, it felt like you were failing a test—his brow going up because you had never heard of some famous restaurant or popular composer, proving yourself a cultural dilettante in spite of your mutual love of RENT. When you asked about his job, he was all but sneering at your lack of legal acumen on what he considered very basic things.

You would have downed your latte in under fifteen minutes, shaken his hand, and never seen him again if not for one seemingly unimportant fact.

The table was cramped.

Forced to sit so close together, waves of his scent kept washing over you like an aphrodisiac. He smelled radically different than last time. Then, he was steeped in the stinging smokiness of scotch whisky and the heady musk of sweat from a long day on his feet in the courtroom and the claustrophobic press of bodies at the bar. Today he smelled clean, like fresh soap and a woody, spicy, citrusy cologne as old-fashioned and classy as his suspenders. There was something profoundly soothing in the way he smelled. Soothing enough to push back your anxiety about being unworthy of his attention, and enough to enjoy the sparks of heat spreading under your skin every time your elbows or legs bumped.

The smell of him and the press of his body was enough to make you horny, angry, and bold enough to take him by the hand once the date was done, and drag him somewhere you could teach him a lesson about underestimating you.

***

“You think you’re so much better than me, don’t you?” you growled over your shoulder, as if that was meant to be an answer to his question of “Where are we going?” He fell a step behind your determined pace as you literally pulled him down the sidewalk with a scary, but—he had to admit—sexy fire burning in your eyes.

“I never said that,” he cried unconvincingly, and felt he rather deserved it when you scoffed in response. He could be hard on people who couldn’t keep up with his standards, unless they were the victim of a horrifying enough crime to stir his compassion. And now that he was sure he hadn’t hurt you, well… you were just some woman from a bar who didn’t know the difference between civil litigation and criminal trials.

The fact that the neckline of your dress was so dangerously low, he caught a peek of something he shouldn’t when you leaned over your latte was just another reason to distance himself from you. He cursed his weakness for the tightening in his pants.

But that picture stuck in Barba’s mind. He was ashamed of his behavior, but at the same time, he was fascinated by this other Barba. The smiling Barba who didn’t make a million anxious excuses for why he couldn’t or shouldn’t be with someone he desired, who didn’t tell himself to wait, and wait, and wait until they were gone. He looked so comfortable with the woman on his lap in that picture. He wondered what exactly happened to make you grow so close?

After marching for several blocks, you finally slowed down where the geometric grey concrete of the city broke upon an oasis of wild green. Barba hunched forward, catching his breath in front of the entrance to Central Park closest to the pond. “Alright,” you challenged him with your hands on your hips, “Name one of these trees. Just one.”

“Shirley.”

You narrowed your eyes until he dropped his clever little grin.

“Worth a try,” he shrugged, straightening up. He unbuttoned his jacket to let some of the heat out. He pointed to a large tree near the path with three-pointed leaves and smooth, camouflage-patterned bark. “That’s a maple,” he said with confidence.

You raised your eyebrows at his breathtaking ignorance and tutted. “Oh, Rafael, that’s such an easy one. This is an American Sycamore, Platanus occidentalis. The bark is a dead giveaway, and maples have opposite leaf arrangement, while sycamore is alternate. But I’ll let it slide since the leaves are similar.” Your voice was dripping with intellectual condescension, and he immediately understood that you had brought him here to humiliate him. A familiar roar burned inside him that he felt any time someone thought they could get the better of him. His sharp eyes bore into yours, the slightest hint of a smile at the corner of his lips. Rafael Barba did not back down from a challenge.

He walked farther into the park, past sweeping rock formations covered with climbing children, and you followed behind, watching him as he swiveled his head in search. It was almost magical how the park felt like a trail in the countryside until you looked up to see the gleaming peaks of skyscrapers and 5th Avenue. Barba stopped next to a green park bench in front of a tall conifer with drooping branches. “Pine,” he said matter-of-factly. “I know what you’re trying to do, but even a city boy knows what a pine tree looks like.”

Except from the way your cheeks puffed out as you tried to contain your laughter, he apparently should not have sounded so sure of himself. Or you were just being vindictive, pretending he was wrong because you assumed he wouldn’t know the difference.

“That is a pine,” he insisted. “That’s basic middle school science class.”

“That is a conifer,” you corrected, still giggling at his expense, and his cheeks darkened with realization. Conifer. Pine. They were different things. He braced himself as you lectured him like a school teacher about how the Norway Spruce is in the genus Picea, while pine trees—and there was a White Pine right over there, too!—are in a totally separate genus, Pinus. When he tried to call it hair-splitting and trivia, you exploded. “You realize we live on a planet, right? All of human life on Earth couldn’t exist without forests—you literally need trees to breathe—yet you can’t identify a single one. Your furniture is made of maple, beech, oak,” you gestured to a few specimens, “but you don’t know what they look like growing in front of you. It is crazy to me how people lack even a basic understanding of the environment we can’t survive without. If we didn’t have laws, life would go on. If the whole world was paved like New York City, humanity would go extinct. So go ahead and judge me for not knowing who Puccini is when you know fuck-all about the planet.”

You had worked yourself into a lather, and all he could think was how much he wanted to kiss you. Your face was flushed, and you were so animated with passion for the subject as you laid into him—even though he knew nothing about it or even found it particularly interesting, he oddly enjoyed being torn apart by your arguments. You might make a great lawyer, if your clients were green.

“Are we even?” he smiled. “Now that you’ve judged me?”

You took a half step back and covered your mouth. “I… got a little defensive, didn’t I?” you cringed.

“Just a little,” he pinched his fingers together so they were almost touching. He stepped toward you.

“Sorry about that,” you laughed nervously. “Yeah. We’re even.”

He took another step closer, and you didn’t back away as he entered your personal space. He could feel his heart hammering behind his rib cage. Behind his over-dressed tie. His tongue darted unconsciously across his lower lip as he glanced down at that temptingly low neckline before snapping his eyes away to meet yours. He wondered if you’d noticed his glance. If you had, your reaction was not to slap him. There was a tentative hope shining in your eyes, breath catching as he stood too close to be platonic.

“So, you’re the Lorax,” he smirked.

“I do speak for the trees,” you said, glad to finally understand one of his references. “I work in conservation. Mostly management plans to control invasive species.”

He tipped his head back with a knowing “Ah,” that you were in some outdoorsy field. That explained your crunchy-granola vibe and the fact that you weren’t at all winded by speed-walking six blocks to get here. You fit in better here, surrounded by greenery, than in the city. You were some sort of forest nymph, a fae creature who had come out of the woods to seduce and enchant him, and spirit him away into the ether.

Your lips were close enough that he could capture them in one fluid motion of his neck, but he hadn’t yet, and now you were simply talking too awkwardly close together while a million excuses not to chanted in the back of his sober mind. So he reached for your hand instead.

“You know, there’s a whole field of environmental law that I am woefully rusty on…” he began. Linking arms, you chatted about your interests as you strolled through the park in the cool morning air of what would be a humid summer day.

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@beccabarba / @caked-crusader / @itsjustmyfantasyroom / @thatesqcrush / @dianilaws / @permanentlydizzy / @mrsrafaelbarba / @da-po / @madamsnape921 / @charlottegrice / @onerestein

#Rafael Barba x Reader #Rafael Barba #law and order svu #Raúl Esparza #Rafael Barba x female reader #my writing #reader gets some backstory in this one I hope y'all like trees

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aonogifreactions · 4 years ago

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a/n: i apologize for Luci’s hc being kinda written in general! as i’ve said, i tried to write it not too long, but after amaimon i went overboard, especially with Yukio xD also, regarding Shiro’s hc: the timeline is set when the twins are 3-4 years old, so he’s quite young there. under “read more” due to the length!

✰ Characters: Lucifer, Amaimon, Shiro, Rin, Yukio (written in that order).

✰ Words: 1,3k

Lucifer:

suspicious. VERY suspicious. resists the urge to squint at his "son", so he just keeps staring at him without saying a word and blinks occasionally. even if he looks similar to him or you, he still doesn’t trust it; he might be as well a clone that’s pretending to be his child.

actually thinks it’s a prank pulled by Mephisto, since his child mentioned time traveling.

he believes it’s his actual child once he mentions something that only Lucifer and you know - for example, the initial names you planned to give to your child.

very interested in his son’s own interests - he’d ask a lot of questions and smile proudly if he announced he helps his father reach his goal; when his child doesn’t follow his steps, he just nods and asks how his studies are going (because, quite frankly, I don't think he’d force his child to join Illuminati and do stuff related to it)

as the conversation goes, he starts to notice the features he’s inherited from his mother - both in his personality and looks. it makes him feel excited to be a parent, knowing his strong genes allowed his beloved to also create a beautiful child together.

Amaimon:

confused, a lot, but he won’t question it. he just does his thing, and to be honest, doesn’t care much.

that being said, he starts to care when he realizes his so-called “child” is following him everywhere and trying to eat chips from his bag. for some reason, he lets his son take a handful of chips, staring at him and squinting menacingly.

when his son is done eating, they both just look at each other with the same blank expression.

it clicks in his head once his kid mentions your favorite brand of sweets like it’s nothing; Amaimon looks shocked for a minute, then his usual, bored expression returns.

unlike Luci, he doesn’t ask much questions, but enjoys hanging out with him as long as possible. Amai notices his son’s personality is like his, but his appearance is exactly like yours.

he’s honestly more open to the idea of having a child; In a way that he doesn’t actually mind them existing, but when they grow up, he’ll have another person to do his shenanigans with. once he gets past the diaper stage, he’s fine.

Shiro:

literally he just

when he looks back at his son, he sees him lighting a cigarette.

“well, shit.”

Shiro looks at the exact same copy of him. both in personality, and appearance as well. and it terrifies him. yet, the only reaction he lets out is a loud laugh. (thank god that “copy” has been made naturally..)

again, like Luci, thinks that Mephisto is making fun of him.

his son, on the other hand, isn’t laughing. he looks quite unsure and almost sad; that’s when he says, “it’s good to see you, old man. it’s been a while.” he doesn’t end the sentence though, wanting to say he’s glad to see his father after a few years of seeing his name only on a gravestone.

Shiro, despite being quite some time away from death, understands what his son meant to say nonetheless; he then decides to spend some time with him, asking how things are going in the future. His son isn’t very willing to talk, but he tells him in a calm voice, “there have been some bumps here and there. but I’m fine now. they’re fine, too. so you don't have to worry about that two devils, either.” and smiles genuinely; it makes Shiro’s heart melt completely because he recognizes that smile - the smile he gets to see on your beautiful face every day.

when his son was gone, he still yelled at Mephisto. Poor demon, it wasn’t his fault this time, actually.

Rin:

opens the door and screams. the person on the other side also screams. Rin’s so shocked and confused he might pass out; he manages to stay on his feet, though. (even though,, he doesn’t know why he screamed in the first place)

when he calms down a bit, he immediately notices that the person standing in the doorway looks kinda similar to him - he’s almost as tall as he is, but his eyes and hair differ a little.

the person greets themselves with the same last name, then breaks the news - “i’m your son! nice to meet you, dad! you can call me by my name or Shiro, that’s a nickname I’ve received from my friends!” he says happily, scratching nervously the back of his neck.

Rin’s expression softens a little; he sees the way he acts and is almost sure the kid is telling the truth. He invites him inside and softly closes the door.

Meanwhile Rin tried to ask if he wants a drink, his son interrupted him whilst taking a photo frame in his hands and yelling excitedly, “oh man! that’s mom?! you have a good taste, dad!” Rin just blinked at him, mumbling a slight “thanks?”.

after the initial shock has passed, his son told him a little about himself and generally, they shared some good time together. that is, until his son asked if he knows what happened to auntie Shura.

Rin tilted his head to the side, his white locks tickling his eyes; he said a confused “no..? is it... bad...?” his worry has started to risen.

“well... she got pregnant with triplets! or.. will... get...?”

Rin choked on his spit, to say the least.

Yukio:

Yukio’s been silently enjoying his coffee, quite early in the morning. After all, that’s what he deserves after that entire bullshit with satan and his eye.

Since the order allowed him to take some time off, he decided he’s gonna dedicate it for healing - both mentally and physically.

As the clock showed 8am, the sun rays hit his face harshly through the curtains - he decided to go to a store to buy some of the products you’ll use to make breakfast later.

He felt uneasy going to the store. He felt something was not right... but he ignored it, thinking it’s probably still because of the previous events. Going through the aisles and taking his sweet time, he grew even more confused, seeing that most of the products he was gonna buy is missing - they couldn’t have bought everything. Sure, lots of people left the store when he walked in, but it’s barely 8.30am.

Leaving the store with just a few products, it was hard to say he wasn’t annoyed. That’s when he felt someone tapping his shoulder, making him ultra-aware of his surroundings.

“Are ya lookin’ for this?” another male voice asked, smirking, “Sheesh, you probably look really annoyed, and I haven’t even seen your face!”

Yukio turned around, facing a male that quite resembled him - the same height, build, the only thing he was missing was glasses. Yukio, being annoyed as it is, wanted to politely brush him off, but he was interrupted mid-sentence.

“I’m Okumura. Your son, to be exact,” his features softened, eyes gazing at the pavement he stood on, “I got this stuff for you. This is what mom always needs for breakfast, right?” the male smiled gently, handing him the grocery bag. Yukio took it hesitantly.

“I know it’s all so weird, but, do you wanna maybe go on a walk with me? I like the weather today,” he fixed his [hair color]-colored locks, smiling brightly, “and I like spending time with you, dad.”

Well, Yukio’s walk to the store’s certainly gotten more interesting than he originally thought.

edits arent mine! :3

#Ao no Exorcist #ao no exorcist imagine #blue exorcist #blue exorcist imagines #blue exorcist imagine #lucifer #amaimon #Shiro Fujimoto #rin okumura #Yukio Okumura #Headcanon #Pure #queued

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alatismeni-theitsa · 4 years ago

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Do you think that Greeks share a lot of traditions/customs with Arabs?

I am half Lebanese and Greek and I think we do. Mainly with Levantine Arabs but I’d like to know ur opinion

ευχαριστώ θεία

Arab + Greek stuff!

γειααα σου πουλίμ' :D

(sorry I got carried away by my auntiness!)

Nice timing! My emotional support YouTuber, the Lebanese Canadian Mark Hachem, did a video on that a month ago!

So, first of all, watch his video (Link) if you haven’t already!

And take a look at the comments since more people talk about their experience based on the video! It’s heart warming!

My comments are more or less the same but with some additions. Some extend a bit beyond Lebanese culture.

Honestly, yes, we are very similar! We are distinct in our cultures (and obviously Arabic cultures are not all the same) but we have many similar things because we live so close we couldn't avoid each other even if we wanted to. But why want to? We are both awesome! We didn't have our fair share of conflicts but I don't like how we don't know our similarities unless we search for them. I believe things would be so different between Greece and Arab nations if we were aware of how similar we are.

For some reason, Greeks view the Arabic countries as "the exotic oriental culture" while the Arabs are... right there, next to us! This is because we are cut from each other, at least from the Greek side. (Most Greeks don't know that North Africa is mostly Arab APAPAPAAAA. And this, despite learning in school about how the Arabic culture spread there.

I had watched most of the videos on Mark Hachem's channel (he is Lebanese Canadian) and it was then I realized how similar we are. I had a vague idea before but then it was the time I realized WE WERE ROBBED from the chance to see our similarities and celebrate them! Basically, everything he did (vlogs, sketches, comedic and exaggerated dialogues - or not exaggerated) resonated in some way with me. It was like my lived experiences as a Greek but also in a more intense way. I think he also had some relatives in his videos once their interactions were totally relatable. I could fit very well in Lebanese meal or festival, I felt. (And I hope many Arabs feel that familiarity with Greece).

I think there were always people who wanted us to see our similarities. One such example is the Greek-Arab hero Digenes Akritas (his father was an Arab emir of Syria).

We obviously share nazar/mati, syrup sweets, and too much oil in food - especially if you are close to minor Asia, I swear WE HAVE THE SAME TYPES OF MEN (+ the golden cross on chest hair could be an example), relationships between family members and parents you - traditionally - don't even think to fuck with. Not to mention, Christianity binds us with the Lebanese. Other things we have in common are kisses on the cheek, hugs, touching each other a lot - and men going HARD on that when they meet their bros.

Greek women also used to cover their heads traditionally for practical and beautifying reasons. Now mostly veeery old women do that. Lebanese people may cover because of tradition or faith, but I wanted to point out that we had that in our past as well and because many Greeks are like "oomg look at some Arab women, how they cover their heads!" like it had never happened in their country. Toula, my dear, your grandma also covered her head stfu. The traditional image of a Greek yaya is literally a woman with covered hair. Most of our traditional clothing has also a headcover.

Arab Dabke (I know it has different steps depending on the country and the song) looks a lot like Cretan and Pontiac dances (and Syrtaki, as Mark says, but I think Cretan and Pontiac are closer). Nobody should be surprised since we are neighbors - but I was surprised to see the similarities because NOBODY TOLD ME WE ARE SUCH BROS.

Our music sounds similar in many genres. People only know this to be "Arabic" style so sometimes I had people saying "this sounds like Arabic music" or Arabs tell me "it's like our music."

Another thing: SPITTING TO CHASE THE EVIL AWAY. I won’t say anything more.

We share many words as well (passed to Greeks through the Ottomans, and the Greek ones passed to Arabs... idk how :P). Hayat (χαγιάτι) - even though we use it to mean 'living room', (γάιδαρος), αμάλγαμα (al-malgham), ελιξίριο (al-‘iksīr), σεβντά (from Arabic sawdāʾ), ζενίθ, καράτι, καφές, μαγαζί, μουσαφίρης, ρακέτα, σιρόπι, ταχίνι, ταριχεύω, τυφώνας, χαβάς,χαμπάρι, χασίς, χάντρα, χαντάκι, τσόφλι, κουσκούς etc. This Hellenic article about loanwords is interesting! (Link)

More stuff I learned from Mark is about exclamations and gestures we share.

“Wleh” is like "re"

almost everything is f*uble when we swear (we f*ck caverns and houses, idk if you have it too xD),

“to my foot” can also work like the Greek "to my balls"

and generally, the spirit behind our expressions is similar.

grgrgrgrgrgr is like our "brbrbrbr" or "buruburuburu"

"yalla" most of the time is like the Greek “ela“ or “ade“

"khhhh" sound for laughing (we don't use it in writing but I’ve definitely heard Greeks laugh like that).

"ooof" is used the same on many occasions.

We also call beloved people important parts of your body like "my eyes"/"my heart" - and obviously "my life" and "my soul" - it's nice we show the value of people in the same way :D

When someone dies Arabs and Greeks may say to the living relatives "life to you"/"may you live" and "may you live" is used as a good wish on many occasions. (I don't know if this also happens in Lebanon but I have written it I have heard it in some Arabic dialects)

We double/repeat words to show emphasis (even though sometimes the context is different. Greeks use double words to show time but Arabs could use it to show more love)

Gestures All of the gestures in this video of Mark (Link), we do them too :P spinning your hand around to ask "why?" or "what do you want?" and the gesture when you raise up your arms and say "wallah" and most of our hand gestures.

Some additions from the video comments:

drinking Turkish/Greek/Arabic coffee and having an auntie read your fortune

tavli/tawle

arguing about who’ll pay when out for a meal or drinks

komboloi/masbiha

asking someone you’ve just met a lot of questions, even personal ones

the belief that time is relative and negotiable

Now your turn! Do you want to add some things we have in common that I didn't include? You obviously have more info on our similarities because of your family.

ALSO!! We are not sure if we should call Arab women!! Αράβισσα (Aravisa) or Αραβίδα (Aravitha)??? So uuuummm help??? xD Give us input??

#arab #arab and greek #greek and arab #cultures #history #answered #lebanon #lebanese #hellas #hellenic #hellenismos

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sinfully-chubby · 4 years ago

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Moondust - Chapter 2 - The Mark

Warnings: not to much except for maybe some angst (or plain sadness) and a little bit of harassment, some violence (if that could trigger you please be careful reading alright, it gets pretty graphic).

Word count: 4,215

Hey everyone this chapter is way over due, but a lot as been going on and for a short while I did lose inspiration for a while. But I have a will that’s to dumb for it’s own good and it finally kicked me back into writing this. Plus I really want to finish this story. A fair warning while reading this there might be a few spelling errors, there also might be parts where things in the story don’t make sense and I promise I will fix that. I also have given up on naming chapters XD.

Bright lights that's all you see once your eyes are open.

Blinking you raise your hands to your eyes trying to let them adjust to the light. When you can finally see you look off to the right side of the bed hearing the slow beep of a heart monitor. Realizing you are in a hospital room you start twisting to look around the room to see what was happening. There was a large curtain up across the left side of your bed there was also a small table close to the left side of your bed which held your bag, as well as some other small items like you phone keys to your apartment and even your wallet. Looking to your right you see a doorway and some chairs near it.

Looking out the door you see people passing by in a hurry outside the open doorway. Trying to sit up in the bed to be able to look down the hall further you see the man suddenly standing in the doorway.

It takes you a while to realize it's the guy from the coffee shop from earlier that day. Quickly laying down you watch as another man follows him soon after, the man had messy brown hair that seemed to curl in a way that screamed bed hair, and a small scar peeking out beneath the few curls on his forehead, and big pair of round spectacles on his face, which just so happened was contorted into a pissed off look as he spoke to the blonde man who had turned his back to you. You assumed they didn't notice you were awake what with how they were talking to each other in a whisper sort of tone.

"That was very careless of you Malfoy! You got two muggles killed and one injured instead of reporting back to the rest of the Auror team about the location of the you try to handle the situation on your own alerting him that we were on his trail!"

Trying to not grab their attention you go to close your eyes, but already feeling restless from being still for a while you leg shift under the covers catching the man with the dark brown hair attention. Looking straight at you pricing you with his dark green eye's.

"Your awake!"

You flinch a little at the surprised shout he gives even he flinches at it as well. When the guy he was talking to, who you now know as Malfoy, is staring at you with beautiful silver eye's that seemed to shine brighter in the light of the hospital room. Both men stared at you before the man with the greens eyes walks towards the bed taking a quick look over you.

"Ma'am can you tell me your name?"

You blink owlishly at him before looking past the brunette to look at the Silver headed man. He was looking at you, observing you almost before looking away to the far wall trying to ignore your stare back. It takes you a while before you respond to the brunette's question.

"My names y/n l/n."

You say it almost quietly as the brunette nods and walks towards the silver headed blonde again to talk to him softly. You can't hear much on what they are saying, but the brunette leaves the room quickly leaving only you and the blonde behind. You watch him slowly approach the bed hands behind his back with a straight look on his face. Grabbing a chair that is sitting against the wall near a small table by your beside, he sits down and folds his hands in his lap.

"Miss l/n what do you remember from what has happened tonight?"

Looking down at the covers you pick at the small fuzz ball's there, you don't really know what to say to him. There wasn't to much you remember, but the one thing that stood out the most was the picture of Jason's body ripped open, you shudder thinking about it. Oh and poor Susan whats gonna happen to her kid, and the man who stood over their bodies. Who would do something like this?

"I remember that, that person in the ally crouched over Jason and Susan's body."

You swallow the spit in your mouth feeling like there was cotton just sitting there in the back of your throat. The image of your bosses body was terrifying you felt your self gag slightly. Holding it down you swallow again and look up at him, he is watching you carefully scanning your face for any indication of a lie. Ignoring his stare you continue with what you do remember.

"Did you see anything else happen during the attack?"

Looking at him once more you furrow your brows not quite understanding what he means by that. Thinking to yourself you remember the man who has come out of no where and rescued you that night.

"There was another man. I didn't see what he looked like, but he had come out of no where. Then there were...sparks from a gun...I think."

"Thank you."

Nodding his head at you he stands from his chair and moves to the door to leave.

"Wait!"

Looking back at you he narrows his eyes "yes?"

You swallow down your nervousness as he glares at you, making you lose whatever confidence you had in asking, but still doing so.

"Can you stay here a little while longer please."

He sighs before sitting back down in the chair.

"I have a lot of work to do so I can't stay for to long alright." You give him a small smile.

"Thank you."

You lay yourself back down on the bed as you watched the man who if you remembered correctly was named Malfoy sit down in the chair again. The silence between the two was awkward in a way as you slowly fell back asleep not hearing him whispering to himself.

Opening your eyes you see the sun filtering in through the curtains. Pushing yourself up from where you were laying on the couch, you stretch your arms above your head before cracking your neck and standing up. Looking around your small living room apartment confused. You don't remember getting home nor do you remember how you got home, but you assumed Jason or Susan probably did.

Seeing your bag sitting on kitchen counter you grab your phone from one of the pocket on the side of it. Checking the time you see it's almost 11:30 in the morning. Blinking owlishly you sighed knowing you were most likely gonna be late to work again if you didn't get ready. Not bothering to change out of your work clothes from yesterday you grabbed your bag and went out the door.

Catching the bus this time you check your phone seeing if you had gotten any messages. Not seeing any you furrowed your brow and went to your contacts to call Jason. Only getting voicemail you decide to leave one explaining to Jason why your are. It is 20 minutes before you arrive at the cafe, what with having to get off the bus then walk to rest of the way. You see a few police cars sitting outside the cafe blue lights flashing, you don't hear the sound of the sirens, but you knew something was up.

Walking towards the police officer you ready yourself for anything. Noticing you walking towards them one of the officers walk forward holding out his hand stopping you.

"May I help You ma'am?"

Nodding your head toward the building you stare up at the somewhat slim looking officer.

"I work here. Did something happen?"

You watch as the officer glance back at his partner and you feel a pit forming in your stomach.

"Ma'am can we talk to you for a bit?"

Being dragged off to the side you can see the other officer who looked almost exactly like the one dragging you off to side.

"Ma'am can you tell me where you were last night?"

Furrowing your brows in thought you shift your eyes to look at the officers badge seeing that his last name was Collins you shift your eyes back up observing him in a way that probably was making him uncomfortable. You didn't really know what to tell the officer what with not remembering much after you closed up for the night. Which just plain out sounds suspicious.

"I had closed up shop by 9:50 and had called a taxi to go home."

Quirking a brow at you he nods his head at your response.

"Do you remember seeing your boss after you left?"

You furrow your brow as you cross your chubby arms over each other, but not wanting to look like your were upset or something you put your arms back down at your side.

"I saw him before I closed up. He left me the keys so I could close up."

He nods his head writing it down in a notebook you didn't quite notice he had pulled out.

"Do you remember anything strange happening when you were leaving the building."

You respond with a short no and a shake of your head. Watching him finish write down what you had told him before closing the notebook and putting it away. Pulling out a card from his vest pocket he hands it to me.

"Take this in case you remember anything else."

Nodding your head he tilts his hat towards you before walking back to his partner. It was all so weird you do really not what was going on and that kinda scared you. Deciding you wouldn't stay you turn and leaving going to the bus stop and catching the next bus back to your place.

During the ride home you sat by the window looking out at the you notice while passing by one building that there were more police coming down the road, which only brought up more questions on what had happened. Slumping in the seat on the bus you see some guy staring at you. His silver-ish blonde hair shining from the dim lighting on the bus. His silver eye's staring at you. You look away quickly knowing he was probably judging you and the way you looked. It was probably a irrational thought to have, you know that not everyone is looking at you and the way you look, but that's never stopped a view that did stare

Praying that your stop will come sooner, you felt the bus come to another stop as someone else got on. You see a couple leaving the bus and watching as the people finish passing by you notice the guy no longer there. Thinking he might have gotten off the bus you go back to looking out the window. 30 minutes later your off the bus and walking towards your apartment building.

When you finally walk through the front door of your apartment your phone goes off startling you out of your thoughts. Grabbing your phone from your bag you see your mothers screen name pop up. Answering the call you hold your phone to your ear.

"Hey mom whats up?" You hear her let out a heavy sigh.

"Thank goodness your alright." Confused you continuing talking asking.

"What do you mean?"

"Didn't you see the news on the TV?"

Confused You walk towards your TV and turn it on. Quickly flipping through the channels you see the news channel pop up. Sitting down on the coffee table right in front of the TV you watch the reporter intently as he spoke.

'There was a murder around 10 last night. Two victims a male and female where murdered not even a block away from where they worked."

Puzzled you watch as the screen changes to the Cafe and you let a small gasp confused as to what has happened you sit worried and waiting for more information you see more shots of the surrounding area.

"The police have not said much about what has happened to the victims nor do they have any suspects, but we are told that everyone should stay safe and not be out alone."

Shutting off the TV you stand from your seat on the coffee table and hold the phone back up to your ear hearing her panic asking even more intently if you were alright you responded with a short yes and told her that you need to go. Hanging up the phone you go to your contacts and go to call your friend Susan, but you stop at the last second. A gut feeling told you that you wouldn't get an answer anyway. Putting your phone down on the kitchen counter you take in a shaky breath you were going to need a drink and maybe a warm shower. Walking towards your room you grab some pajamas and walked into your bathroom.

Turning on the shower you step back and start stripping off your clothes throwing them to the floor carelessly. Looking up at your reflection you frown as you observe yourself, following the curves of you body picking at every little roll that stood out when you lifted you flabby arms before putting them back down again. Taking in a deep breath in you turn to go step into the shower when you notice something out of the corner of your on your left shoulder blade.

Curious you turn around letting out a small gasp at what you see. A black tattoo of the name of your soulmate. Feeling the tears well up in your eyes you make out the name Draco Malfoy written in semi neat cursive hand writing. You don't remember when this happened or why it happened and you almost felt like crumbling to the floor. Gripping the counter you let out a small sob as you stared at your reflection letting a small smile grace your lips you laugh. So many years without having so much as any soulmate mark and here it is after all this time.

You were kinda waiting for a punch line at this point.

Deciding to climb into the shower you curl yourself up at the bottom of the tub as the water fell over you washing away the tears and the pain. It takes all your effort to pull yourself up from the tub once the water starts to turn cold and take you even more effort to get dried off and dressed and slip yourself into the bed.

Staring blankly at the wall ahead of you, you feel yourself continue to cry letting out the emotions so pent up inside that this was just a dam waiting to burst.

Waking up you hear your phone ringing. Reaching for your phone you see an unknown caller ID looking at the time you see the red alarm clock blinking 11 o' clock at you. Looking back at the phone screen you decide to answer the call instead of ignoring it.

"Hello?"

An almost unnerving silence followed your answer before the heavy breathing kicked in. As unsettling as it is you pushed through with the call.

"Can I help you?" More deep breathing from the other side of the line.

"Is there someone there?" No response.

You were just about to hang up before a loud banging echoed from the living room and from the phone. Standing on shaky legs you walk away from the bed and towards the living room where the banging on the door gets louder to the point you can here it even more through your phone.

you stand near the doorway of your living room watching the door of your apartment shake from the force of the blows making you flinch back in fear. Than there was silence you wanted to approach the door but decided not to in fear, you almost forget the person on the phone until you hear it. An almost silent voice whispering out a small growl into the receiver of your phone as they spoke.

"Found you."

You watch the door cave in splintering in half as a huge man came walking through the door. You dropped your phone feeling the panic rise up inside your body. You bolted running towards your room and shutting it closed and quickly locking it.

Letting out deep puffs of breath you look around the room scanning for what you could possibly use as a weapon of sorts. Feeling the door jolt you curse yourself not seeing to many options for a weapon. Grabbing a small paper weight that was sitting on your dresser you quickly rush towards the window that was in your room and open it quickly. Feeling the cold air brush against your skin as you proceed to climb out onto the fire escape that was outside you main bedroom window, feeling the rush of panic run through you as you hurriedly climb down the fire escape.

Reaching the bottom of the fire escape you jump off and not quite landing on your feet as you feel your ass hit the concrete. Hissing out in pain you stand walking as quickly as you can until you get into a sight jog not taking the chance to look back to see if your attacker had somehow managed to keep up with you.

Continuing to run you look up at the street signs to see where you were heading. Pausing to take in lungful of air you look back, not seeing anyone running after you give a sigh of relief as you start walking down the streets trying to remember which way to go to the police department. While walking you would watch the few people you passed give you weird looks. It occurred to you were only wearing pj's and that they were most likely dirty, but at this point you didn't care you were just in a rush to get away and you doubt that if they caught up that you would be attacked with all the people around you, even if it was very late at night.

Letting out a puff of air you shiver at the cold air as you fold your arms under your cleavage trying to warm your arms up as you walked down the cold street. It didn't take long before your feet started growing tired, seeing a bench up a head you walk up to it and sit down your raise your foot up to inspect the damage you you foot as well as warm it up. You don't take to long, but it seems by the time your done most of the people are off the street making you feel nervous about the almost silent surroundings. Standing up from the bench you continue your walk to the police station. Shivering from the cold you look around the surrounding area seeing nobody else out on the streets at this time, you assume it 12 by now. Looking up at the street sign to see you were at you calculated that it was about another hour walk to the police station.

Standing up you continue walking warping your arms back around you to at least try to keep yourself warm. An hour passes by before you see someone walk out in front of you. Stooping you stare at the man a head of you feeling nervous you try to walk past him only for him to stand in your way again, fight or flight kicking in you glare getting into a somewhat running position. You couldn't see the mans face because of the hood he was wearing, but you could tell something was up.

Lunging himself at you, you manage to doge the attack and start running again. The cold concrete scrapping against your feet as you ran. You didn't get to far as you were grabbed from behind and thrown into an alleyway away from most prying eyes. Knees and hands scraping against the concrete you tried rushing to stand again, but you are kicked in the stomach cause you to gasp out in pain as the air in your lungs left your body.

Climbing on top of your body the man Grabs at your arm pulling it behind your back as he pushes the other one into the ground. Leaning over you he laughs slowly in your ear as you squirm in his grasp.

"It took a while, but I caught up pretty quickly didn't I."

Still struggling in his grasp, he tightens his hold on you even more causing you hiss out in pain.

"It took a while for me to find you, but once I had your scent I knew exactly were to go."

Listening to him talk you feel confused by his words. What did he want with you. What did you do?

"What are you talking about?"

He laughs in your ear you can smell his breath with the way he was so smelled like something curled up in his mouth and died. When he spoke you felt as if you recognized the voice. It was odd it sounded familiar, but with a more sharper edge than before. You knew he was the man from your apartment, but why did he seem so familiar.

"Do you not recognize me y/n? After all these years."

Confused you go to shout for help only to be silenced by his hand covering your mouth.

"Now we wouldn't want to be interrupted like last time."

Last time? What did he mean? Biting at his hand he hiss and slams your face into the concrete, A loud crack and you slowly start to feel blood dripping down over your mouth and down your chin. Sitting up further he keeps his hand on the back of your head as he leans back and tightens his grip on your arm.

"You put up a nice struggle like you used to before, but I thinks it's about time we end this little game right my little pig."

Twisting you arm you let out a silent cry as you feel pain running through your arm before he the loud snap of the bones breaking arm. It takes you a moment to come back to yourself as you cry loud sobs pouring from your mouth. He laughs before crying out himself as he goes flying from your body. Trying to pull yourself together you try to move but because of the pain in your body you watch as a man runs into the alley and leans down next to you.

"That looks bad. Let me help you."

Reaching for your broken arm you try to cower away from him not wanting him to move it. He barley touches your arm before he is being thrown back from you. You hear a scuffle and few shouted words before silence follows the fighting. Panic welling up in your chest once more you try to crawl away from who you assumed was the attacker.

"Don't move you only hurt yourself more."

Recognizing the voice as the man who came to your rescue. Relaxing as much as you can he helps you sit up being as careful as he can as you hiss in pain. Squinting your eyes at him he gently take hold of your arm holding it carefully as he raises and random stick in the air. Confused you go to scoot away from him but you hiss in pain when your arm moves.

"Hold still this will be quick for the most part."

He shifts a little getting his footing right so he is more steady and say's a few words you don't quiet understand, and just like that right before your very eyes a light appears quickly at the end of the stick, or wand as you should say, glows brightly. You feel a slight pain in your arm as you watch the broken bones beneath your skin fix itself. Eye open wide you look up at him in awe. You had never seen such a thing in your life.

It was terrifying, yet so beautiful.

Staring at him with a gaping mouth you watch him stand to his full height, slouch a little as he reaches down a hand to help you up. You stare at his outstretched hand a little scared to grab it.

"I promise I won't hurt you."

With shaking hand you place in his as he proceeds to pull you up off the ground you stare at him for a long while before realizing he was the man from the bus ride earlier, what a weird coincidence. Letting go of your hand he leaves you standing there as he looks around the area. Anger crosses his face.

"Damn it!"

Flinching at the loud yell he looks back at you seeing you shaking. Letting out a heavy sigh he walk towards you slowly reaching out a hand to you.

"Come on lets get you somewhere safe."

That’s right I went and left it there after not posting for this in about a year or two. I’m just finally glad I did though

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lady-wallace · 4 years ago

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Whumptober Day 10: “They Look so Pretty When they Bleed” (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure)

This one ended up really long, but enjoy the Rohan whump (we need more of it XD)

Day Ten: They Look So Pretty when they Bleed

Prompts used: blood loss, trail of blood, internal bleeding

Fandom: JJBA: Diamond is Unbreakable

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Rohan Kishibe knew he was in trouble the instant he pegged the guy for tailing him. Normally, he wouldn't think too much of it—after all, having people follow you was just something that came with being famous, and some fans didn't know what personal space or propriety was. And yes, now that it had slipped out that he was living in Morioh, he had gotten a lot more attention. But he'd been out tracking down clues from his pictures all day, trying to find out what had happened to Kira and now he was certain he had bitten off more than he could chew.

Setting his jaw at a determined angle, Rohan turned down a side street, planning on catching his stalker with Heaven's Door and finding out what he knew. If this wasn't Kira himself then it could possibly be another Stand user that might know where Kira was hiding.

So he took the chance and darted down an empty alley, continuing on his way as if nothing was wrong and he was just taking a short cut.

He could feel the man's presence behind him, shoes tapping against the concrete.

Rohan pulled his pencil out of his pocket and rested his hand on his sketchbook, waiting for the right moment.

He spun around and raised his sketchbook.

"Heaven's D—"

Something grabbed his wrist and held it firm, so his pencil was immobile. Rohan watched in horror as his sketch book was yanked away and the pressure on his wrist increased until his fingers spasmed, forcing him to drop the pencil.

It clattered to the ground and a nice leather shoe stopped it from rolling away.

Rohan followed the shoe up to see the face of a man who looked vaguely familiar. He was sure he had been in that photo with the boy he had been trying to track down.

"Well, well, well, Rohan Kishibe," the man said and bent to pick up his pencil.

"I'm afraid we haven't met," Rohan growled, glancing at the thing holding onto him, the man's Stand, he assumed. Large, pink, and almost feline. Just like how Koichi and the others had described Kira's Stand.

The man in front of him smirked, tapping his pencil against his cheek. "No, we haven't, more's the pity. That's why I've decided to remedy that. The other Stand users that have tangled with your little gang have proved useless, so I decided to come myself."

"And exactly what do you plan to do, Kira?" Rohan snapped.

The man didn't seem fazed that he knew who he was. He just continued to smirk. Rohan already hated him. He wanted to punch the man's smirk off his stupid, repulsive face.

"As long as Killer Queen holds on to you, you can't do anything to me with your Stand, correct?"

"Care to try and test that theory?" Rohan growled.

"Yes, actually," Kira said coldly as he stepped forward. Rohan tried to struggle away, but the Stand slammed him against the wall and Rohan slumped to the ground, crying out as he saw stars. The Stand grabbed both his wrists and pinned them over his head, trapping him effectively as Kira crouched in front of Rohan.

"It was very kind of you to find such a secluded spot for us to have our chat. I was wondering how I was going to get you alone. I was planning on following you home and having our chat there, but I like this so much better. Much more fitting."

He leaned over and grabbed Rohan by the chin, jerking his head up. "Tell me, how close were you to figuring out where I was?"

Rohan snarled at him and jerked his face from the man's grasp. "Piss off."

"It must be horrible for you to be staring me in the eye and knowing you'll never get the chance to tell your friends about me. But you'll tell me a lot about them." He punched Rohan in the face, hard. Rohan's head snapped back against the brick wall and blood dripped from his nose.

"You'll tell me all their weaknesses. If you do, I'll have Killer Queen kill you quickly and mercifully. If not…well," he chuckled darkly. "I get to have my fun."

Rohan tried to force his fear aside as he curled his lip in disgust. "You think I'll tell you anything, you perverted piece of shit? I know what you did to all those girls. I've made it my new mission to stop you."

"Oh, have you?" Kira said, feigning interest as he raised the pencil Rohan had dropped again. He reached out and tapped it against Rohan's trapped hands, tracing it over his palms and between his fingers almost teasingly.

"My victims are always women, but I find your hands quite attractive, really. Thin, and long-fingered. Truly an artist's hands."

Rohan growled and tried to curl his hands into fists, but Kira had drawn the pencil back and all of a sudden slammed it through one of Rohan's palms and into the wall behind. Rohan screamed, sparks dancing over his vision as the pain blinded him.

Kira grabbed his face again, shaking him. "So, Rohan, what's it going to be? You tell me what I want to know or I continue with this method of interrogation."

Rohan groaned, and managed to gather enough saliva to spit into Kira's face.

The man sat back on his heels and pulled out a handkerchief, wiping the bloody spit from his cheek.

"Very well, I can see this is going to go the hard way. But I must admit, I am rather happy with this decision." He pulled a knife from the back of his belt and leaned in close, tracing it from the corner of Rohan's eye to his jaw. "You know, Rohan, I heard something about you. That I almost killed you back when you were four years old. Is that true?"

Rohan's breath caught in his throat, and not because the knife was tracing his windpipe. How could Kira know the truth about what happened that night? Had he read the papers? Of course, why wouldn't he?

Kira smirked again, playing the knife across Rohan's collarbone. "That's right, I remember that pretty little girl and her family. It must be fate that has brought us together now for me to finish the job."

Rohan bared his teeth. "If you think I'm going to let you do that to another family—"

Kira grabbed him by the hips and yanked him away from the wall. Rohan shouted out as the pencil still stuck through his hand was yanked free of the wall and his head slammed the ground, causing him to black out for a brief second. When he blinked his eyes again, Kira had straddled his hips, holding him down and leaning over him threateningly with the knife pressed into the soft part of his throat.

"You play tough, Rohan, but I can see a coward hiding under that aloof exterior. I bet I can make you scream soon enough and you'll tell me everything."

"I bet you're wrong," Rohan gritted out, even as he tried to keep his breathing from showing his fear.

Kira smirked and reached up to Rohan's hands, still held fast by Killer Queen. The point of the knife traced across the fingertips of Rohan's uninjured hand and the mangaka clenched his jaw, biting his lip to keep it from trembling.

"Your hands are everything to you as an artist," Kira commented, touching the flesh between his thumb and forefinger ever so gently. Rohan's fingers twitched at the blade's sharpness. "It would really be a shame to damage them."

One quick slash opened Rohan's palm and he cried out, bucking under Kira. But the man wasn't stopping there. He slashed open each of Rohan's fingers at the joint until the mangaka felt nothing but pure agony shooting down his arm, unable to help screaming. He could only hope that someone would hear but…no, a civilian would just get themselves killed. He couldn't stand that, no matter the agony he was in.

"Well, Rohan? Are you going to tell me what I want to know?" Kira asked, reaching out to flick his finger against the pencil still stuck through Rohan's other hand.

"Go to hell," Rohan gasped.

Kira shook his head and yanked the pencil out, only to stab the knife through the same palm.

Rohan screamed even louder than before and tried to force Kira off of him, but the other man was heavier than he was and was not budging.

"I told you I would make you scream, Rohan. Now, have you reconsidered?"

Rohan spat at him again and Kira sighed. He yanked the blade out of Rohan's hand and looked at the blood staining it. "Very well, you are actually far more stubborn than I took you for. I suppose I'll have to do more damage to you than I really wanted to."

Rohan grunted, but he saw something out of the corner of his eye. The pencil Kira had stabbed him with, if he could reach it…

Killer Queen had retreated with Kira's excitement, obviously thinking Rohan wasn't going to put up much of a fight, but the mangaka wasn't done yet.

"Honestly I'm surprised you're still holding out, I didn't expect that of you," Kira told him, tracing the blade over his collarbone again, pressing in.

Rohan gritted his teeth as his fingers scrambled for the pencil. He finally found it. He could barely grip it with his damaged hands, but it was all he had. He had to make this count.

His hand clenched around the pencil as blood made his hold slippery. Kira pulled the blade slowly out of his shoulder, looking for his next target.

Rohan made his move.

He cried out and slammed the pencil toward Kira's face.

The lead hit his cheek, but stopped as Kira turned aside and Rohan found himself staring into the impassive face of Killer Queen.

"You little prick," Kira snarled, clutching his face. Killer Queen snapped Rohan's wrist to the side, breaking it completely. The mangaka screamed, before his breath was punched out of him by Kira slamming the knife into his stomach.

"How dare you?!" he snapped, completely losing it as he stabbed Rohan several times.

The mangaka choked out a cry and flailed, kicking out at Kira and slamming a foot into his ribs before he curled up on the ground. The knife slashed across his exposed lower back and Rohan gave a strangled scream. He choked up blood, but as he lay there, he raised a trembling finger and traced a small picture in his own blood, turning over to expose it to Kira.

"Heaven's Door," Rohan choked out and his Stand appeared, panting, flickering, but opened Kira like a book.

The man screamed in shock and fell back. Rohan curled on the ground as his Stand had to pick up the bloody pencil and scratch out a command in Kira's book.

Rohan panted as his Stand retracted and Kira lay unconscious on the ground. He wouldn't have long though. He had to get out of here, find a payphone. He needed to call Josuke. As much as he found the teen annoying, he knew Josuke was his only chance in this condition. And Jotaro needed to know too. Kira might even still be here by the time they came.

Rohan only made it halfway to his knees before he doubled over at the pain from his stomach. He couldn't push himself to his feet with his hands and wrist in this condition either. Even crawling was too much.

But he somehow managed to get onto his feet, clutching his broken wrist across his middle and staggering one step at a time out of the alleyway.

He didn't make it far. He didn't even know where he was going. He was trying to make it to a convenience store he saw ahead, but he didn't get that far. He collapsed in another alley, curled around his middle, clutching his ruined hands to his chest as blood bubbled in his throat and he choked. He was dying. He was sure of it, and he didn't know how to stop it.

"Rohan-chan?"

A gasp sounded and suddenly soft hands were running over him.

"Oh, no! What's happened to you? He did this, didn't he?"

Rohan blinked up and saw a pretty face staring down at him. He opened his mouth to reply. "Re-Reimi…" but her name got lost in a bubble of blood and he choked, the copper tang expelling from his mouth and spattering over his chin and shirt.

Reimi gathered him up against her and slung his arm over her shoulder. "Come, Rohan, you can't stay here, it's not safe. But you can hide in my alley. He won't find you here."

"N-need to…" Rohan groaned, clutching at the ghost girl's waist, wondering at her solidness, as she somehow supported him until they reached a corner where her dog, Arnold, was sitting. She lowered him down there and took his head into her lap, cradling his upper body as she reached for his hands.

"Oh, poor Rohan, your hands…"

"I—I need," he tried, swallowing back thick blood. "Josuke…"

"Of course!" Reimi said as if just remembering. She slipped the headband from around his brow and handed it to her dog. "Arnold, find a dog to carry this to Josuke."

The ghost dog barked and took the headband, heading off to the end of the alley at a run. Rohan watched until his stomach rebelled and he threw up more blood, his abdomen on fire from the strain. Riemi held him tighter, stroking her fingers through his hair.

He moaned, feeling her gentle fingers trace over his forehead and through his hair that was falling into his eyes now without his headband.

"I'm dying," he whispered. Why else had he been able to find this place? Why else was she so solid.

"No, you're not," Reimi said firmly. "This alley is between the living and the dead. You cannot die here. Not while I'm watching over you."

Pain wracked him, tearing through his middle and he choked on a cry, tears slipping shamefully from his eyes.

Reimi began to tug his jacket off, before shifting Rohan in her lap and pressing it firmly against his stomach.

"Just hang on for me, Rohan-chan. Josuke and the others will be here soon."

XXX

Josuke and the others were walking home from school when he saw the dog running at him. He stared at it warily, not really liking dogs all that much, especially since it seemed to be coming right toward him.

"What's that?" Koichi asked as the dog stopped, barking at them, and dropped something on the ground.

Josuke frowned, glancing at the strange, green object. "Don't know?"

Okuyasu frowned as well, reaching down to pick it up before Josuke could tell him not to. "I think I've seen this before somewhere."

Koichi suddenly gasped. "It's Rohan's! His headband! Why does this dog have it…?"

The dog barked and suddenly started running the other way before looking back as if to see if they were following.

Josuke had a bad feeling in his stomach. "What do you think it wants?"

"There's blood on this," Okuyasu suddenly cried, turning the headband over.

"You think Rohan's in trouble?" Koichi asked worriedly.

The dog barked, and Josuke suddenly decided to follow it. "I don't know. Let's go find out."

They ran after the dog and once they got to the opening to an alleyway, Josuke saw a trail of blood.

"Oh no," Koichi gulped. "Rohan…"

Josuke bit his lip and continued on, the three of them following the blood until they stopped at a strange alley Josuke couldn't really remember being beside the convenience store before…

"This is Reimi's alleyway!" Koichi said.

"The cute ghost girl?" Okuyasu asked.

Josuke was already venturing in and all three of them stopped when they saw what lay at the end of the trail of blood.

Reimi sat on the ground holding Rohan's head in her lap. The mangaka was covered in blood and shuddering uncontrollably.

"Oh god," Koichi cried.

"Josuke!" Reimi cried. "You came! Please, help him now, he doesn't have much longer."

"What happened?" Josuke demanded as he crouched down, studying Rohan as he manifested Crazy Diamond. Geez, as much as Rohan annoyed him, he looked terrible and Josuke felt sorry for him. He had multiple stab wounds in his abdomen and his hands…Josuke felt sick as he looked at them.

"Was it Kira?" Koichi asked quietly.

"I think so," Reimi said bitterly, stroking Rohan's hair as he made a sound of discomfort and choked, some blood spattering across his lips and the ground. Josuke bit his lip worriedly. Rohan really had taken a lot of damage.

Crazy Diamond reached out to heal the mangaka, and Rohan was encompassed by the Stand's glow. The wounds faded and he gasped, finally opening his eyes.

"Rohan! Are you okay?" Koichi asked as he stepped forward while Josuke sat back on his heels, recalling Crazy Diamond.

Rohan shakily sat up, looking down at his hand and flexing his fingers before he traced them across the smooth skin of his stomach, breathing heavily.

"I—I think so," he said and cleared his throat. He glanced out of the side of his eye at Josuke. "I suppose I should thank you."

"You're not mad at me for healing you this time?" Josuke quipped.

"Shockingly, no," Rohan grunted.

"What happened to Kira?" Koichi asked.

"I doubt he's still there," Rohan said. "But…I do know his face now. I know who we're looking for."

Everyone glanced at each other before Josuke reached out and he and Koichi helped Rohan to his feet. He still looked shaken, and had good reason to be. Josuke had felt the damage he had taken through Crazy Diamond. He'd nearly been dead. If he's gotten there only a few minutes later…

Rohan snatched his headband from Okuyasu and put it back in place, to keep his hair out of his face.

"You sure you're okay?" Koichi asked him.

"I'll just mark this as another experience for research purposes. I haven't been stabbed before."

Josuke snorted. "Only you would see the bright side of that."

"We need to tell Jotaro about Kira," Koichi said suddenly and they started off.

Josuke hung back, seeing Rohan doing the same, staring at his hands again. He caught Josuke staring and narrowed his eyes before he sighed and tucked his arms against his chest. "Fine, this is the only time you'll ever hear me say this sincerely, but thank you."

Josuke grinned and rubbed the back of his head before he went to follow the others. He supposed he would take that.

#whumptober2020 #no.10 #they look so pretty when they bleed #trail of blood #internal bleeding #blood loss #my fics #jojo's bizarre adventure #diamond is unbreakable #fanfiction #jjba #part four #rohan kishibe #rohan whump #yoshikage kira #reimi sugimoto #rohan and reimi #graphic violence

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In the Middle is How I Like It pt. 1

Part One Part Two Part Three

I had been working on solo ship smut pieces but I read a fic the other day involving Jason and Tim being together because of Marinette (I can’t remember who wrote it or where I found it so if I remember I will give credit to the writer!) Anyway, that story sparked an idea for a Jay/Mari/Tim fic. Yes, they’re brothers on paper but i liked how her story kind of ignored that so I’m gonna just do the same XD Not sure how long it’ll end up being but i have a few scenes planned. This is just the opening scene so nothing Mature here... but be warned, there will be Mature/Explicit content in future updates. I’m not a fan of trying to format things on AO3 but eventually it will get put on there. Enjoy?

Marinette giggled at the latest thing the man to her left was saying before taking another pink Princess shot off the bar top and downing it. As soon as she put the empty glass back where it came from, the man on her right captured her attention once more with a compelling story on why he had come to Paris in the first place.

It had been a rough day in the office as she sorted through the newest flood of commissions that had dropped in her inbox after the latest article on MCD was published in an American magazine and she really wasn’t complaining about the amount of work she had to do over the next few months- really, she loved the ideas her clients supplied her with and couldn’t wait to get started on all of them, but a girl could love her job and was still entitled to a few drinks to help take the edge off of all the expectations being placed upon her.

It hadn’t taken long for Marinette to garner a lot of attention after arriving alone at the bar tonight. She had turned every single one of them away, nicely, of course, but there was just something about the latest two men who had approached her that had the black haired beauty allowing them to take a seat on either side of her and buy her a few shots.

It was pretty obvious from the glares they threw towards each other that the men knew one another somehow and their strange dynamic was part of the reason why Marinette was so interested in them. The other part of her intrigue stemmed from something much more basic… they were both fucking hot!

Timothy Drake had introduced himself first after ordering three shots of vodka that he promptly dumped into his thermos of what smelled like exceptionally strong coffee. He wasn’t tall by usual standards, but Marinette was short so she considered everyone tall by default. His dark hair and blue eyes drew her in and she had been unable to resist smiling up at him as he asked “is this seat taken?” He was apparently a CEO of a large American business which fascinated Marinette as he couldn’t have been more than twenty-three. When she said as much he laughed and told her that her skills of deduction were spot on and that he was indeed a young business man her age, but he had help getting the job as it was his father’s company he ran.

“Not that I don’t absolutely deserve the position. I worked hard to convince him to give me a chance. I have quite a few degrees and have helped the company grow exponentially since I took over for Dad.” His voice wasn’t smug or boastful at all as he told her about himself and it was quite refreshing for Mari. She was used to the air of diva that often surrounded those with wealthy parents. After all, she had gone to school with Chloe Bourgeois all those years.

Jason Todd had arrived about ten minutes after Tim and had captured Marinette’s attention as well, though he was almost as opposite from the other man as one could be. Tall and muscular with toxic green eyes that seemed to glow in the bar’s dim lighting and a rebellious white streak running through his black hair- everything about Jason screamed bad boy while everything about Tim screamed unknowingly-attractive nerd. Jason was unapologetically loud as he chucked his motorcycle helmet onto the wooden bar and ordered a Jack and Coke. His eyes surveyed the room in a practiced way that told Marinette he was accustomed to trouble before his gaze landed on her. His broody scowl instantly evaporated and a brilliant smile lit up his face as he plopped down on the stool next to the small Asian girl. She had expected a cheesy pickup line out of someone who looked and acted like him, but Jason surprised her by asking her name and what brought her to the bar tonight. Their conversation flowed with ease and she couldn’t help but laugh at the jokes he told.

As compelling as he was, she couldn’t forget about the man to her left and after enjoying some time getting to know Jason, Marinette leaned backwards to introduce the two men to one another. She quickly realized how unnecessary that was as they greeted one another briskly.

“Jay.”

“Timmy.”

She had been quickly caught up in a game of 'capture the girl's attention' and had been unable to figure out their connection to one another, but Marinette felt a growing suspicion in the back of her mind that seemed to be getting closer to confirmation as the two kept up their own conversations with her.

“Mhmm,” she nodded and agreed with whatever Jason had last said as she pulled out some bills from her handbag and placed them on the bar as payment for her drinks. She took a final sip of her pink lemonade martini and leaned back in the stool before pointing a manicured finger in the direction of both men. “So… you two know each other, right?”

The pair sighed in surround sound before answering “yes” in dulled unison.

“Right. So, have you guys ever…” she trailed off with a smirk on her face, her hands gesturing in a way that left no need to imagine what she was asking them about. “Cause I’m sensing some serious pent up energy here.”

Jason choked on his drink and nearly spit it out while Tim took a moment to chug the rest of his.

“Never,” they answered in unison again and it only made Mari's smile grow more feral as she hopped off the barstool, heels clicking against the tile, and straightened out her mini skirt.

“I guess that means the two of you would be opposed to joining me at my place tonight?” Her voice was nothing but soft and sweet even as her eyes drank in every inch of the men who were both stunned into silence and left blushing as she pulled out a single scrap of paper from her bag and jotted down her address before placing it upon the stool where she had sat. “When the two of you manage to pick your jaws up off of the floor, I hope you also manage to make your way here this evening. Au revoir.” She winked and waved at them before strutting out of the bar and to hail a cab to take her back to her loft.

I cannot believe I just invited both of them back to my place, she thought as the cold Parisian air nipped at her face, sobering her up just enough to process what she had actually just done. Oh God…

She was pulled out of her mental spiraling before it could begin by a large hand reaching around her to open the cab's door as it pulled up alongside the curve. She arched an eyebrow and cocked her head to the side, genuinely surprised to see that Jason was to her right again. She was even more surprised to notice that Tim had appeared on her left. Neither men said a word or made eye contact as the three of them slid onto the back seat with Mari in the middle. In fact, the- thankfully- short and silent car ride was only interrupted by Marinette giving directions to the driver before settling back against the warm leather. She hadn’t exactly thought out her plan of asking them both back to her home and she still wasn’t really sure what was going to happen, but she felt the alcohol strengthening her resolve and she was not about to turn an opportunity like this down. Both men took up a lot of space so Marinette was quite smushed between them and could feel their warmth radiating throughout the tiny space and the close proximity made it hard to think about anything else but being between them.

“Merci.” She thanked the driver and passed over the payment for the ride before sliding out of the car after Tim who had reached a hand in to help her with her exit. She made it a few steps towards her door before looking back behind her and noticing the men standing still awkwardly alongside the road.

“You boys coming or will I have to do that alone tonight?”

More pink rose to the cheeks before they lurched forward in sync, following after the her like a pair of puppies.

#miraculust #miracusin #maribat #marinette dupein cheng #marinette x tim drake x jason todd #my writing #miraculous ladybug #Smut

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