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venturethighs · 14 days

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J*no gets her ass handed to her by two very over protective irradiated spider power people because she touched a single hair on your head: the fic

I'll be honest with y'all it was very hard to add spice to this but I MANAGED TO DO IT... low key proud of myself! 😤

(went through and did a little proof reading and grammatical correction since it desperately needed it dhsjjxbcjsjxndj)

She was broadcasting live to the entire city– and there you were.

You were strapped to a chair. Blood drips down your body and stains your disheveled clothing. You're tired, dehydrated, hungry... the only thing keeping you alive was the IV stuck in your arm.

"Attention: Citizens of Oasis." She begins.

"It has been three days since I demanded my ransom and not a single one of you greedy cretins have yet to meet my demands." She continues.

"I consider myself a fairly kind and understanding human being, but your lack of consideration for my needs is making me impatient." She strolls over to your battered body and kneels down to your height, placing both hands on your sunken shoulders.

"Give me the money I'm asking for so I can rule over the Martian colony or I will kill every single citizen of your pathetic little city." She snickers.

"Starting with this one." She loads her laser gun and points it directly at the back of your head. "You have until 22:00 tonight. No exceptions."

Every screen in Oasis turns to static and fades to black.

And somewhere in the midst of the confusion and chaos, their blood is boiling inside their veins.

...

There was a timer on the television counting down until 10:00 PM. You had never thought you were actually going to die so young– and so horrifically, at that– but considering your beloved had not found you yet must mean the circumstances are much more dire than you originally expected. You're no stranger to being abducted. Hell, you're no stranger to being abducted and held for ransom. Except she must have learned from the mistakes of your previous captors because this truly felt like the end.

Juno turns to you as she inspects her weapon.

"Not very emotional for someone who's going to die in a few hours." She says coldly.

Your mouth is gagged and taped to prevent you from screaming and yelling. Not that anyone would be able to hear you anyway, but it's much easier to scheme when it's nice and quiet.

You don't even look up at her when she spoke to you. You're too busy fighting off extreme levels of fatigue, dehydration and hunger.

"Pathetic." She kicks your chair and you hit your head on the cold, steel floor.

Meanwhile, she laughs.

You lose consciousness once again.

And for once in your life, you call out to the universe and pray.

...

"Ah geez, how many levels does this place have?" They mumble aloud to themself.

It felt like they had been descending for hours at this point. Although they were extremely lucky that this hideout was simple and straightforward– an elevator and a staircase spiraling deep into the earth that open up into an evil scientific laboratory. Why was it always an evil scientific laboratory? The originality is definitely lacking.

"Oh. Not you, too." A familiar voice calls out from the darkness. "Anyway, the elevator is still broken. Did your fat ass break it?" Antiven scoffs.

"I don't know how you can say that with a straight face, but sure, we'll say that's what happened." Spiderven continues hopping and swinging further and further into the depths.

"How do you know I say everything without smiling?" Antiven's voice echoed above them. "I thought it was kind of funny, actually."

"Because I'm you. I would have said the exact same thing and laughed directly afterwards." They pause for a moment. "Just like you did– you just thought I couldn't hear it." They grin underneath their mask.

"Alright– fine– but that means your insults are equally as lame as mine are." Antiven huffs.

"We're never going to beat those nerdy loser allegations!" Spiderven jokes.

The cheesy bantering lasts for another thirty minutes before the scenery starts to change. Instead of blackened, cold steel for minutes on end, there are now multiple deadly red lasers poking out and jutting in every direction.

"Wow. Lasers. How cunning." They both sarcastically point out.

"Don't copy my lines!" Antiven spats afterwards.

"Your entire existence is a copy." Spiderven laughs.

"Shut up!" Antiven pouts.

Suddenly their spider silk rope is sliced by a red laser they had failed to notice. They're only spared moments from severe pain and anguish when Spiderven catches it at the last moment. All the comic relief leaves their body.

"We can't keep going on like this if we're planning to make it down there alive. Just keep your mouth shut and keep going." They demand.

"That includes you, too." Of course Antiven felt the need to get the final word in– but it didn't matter to Spiderven in the slightest.

What mattered was you. They think about you being covered head to toe in blood and instantly all that rage boils up again.

The slow descent into darkness continues.

Soon, their feet touch down on the cold, concrete floor.

"That can't be it..." They mutter under their breath. "Just lasers?"

They were completely on edge.

Antiven had completely disappeared on the other side of the elevator. No screams or wails of agony, so they figured they must of made it down relatively unharmed.

"Something's wrong here." They add.

They make their way around the circular base before discovering a gigantic door– and it's locked. Because of course it is. It needed handprint or ocular verification to open.

"Oh! There you are! I knew you'd come crawling to me eventually." A maniacal voice sounds over an intercom.

The door instantly opens.

"You found me!" Juno saunters over towards the edge of her balcony.

The entire room is filled to the brim with space ship parts, various tables covered in blueprints and certain sections dedicated to dubious looking chemicals and other liquid creations. In the midst of the clutter and disorganization, she stood above it all. She hurls herself over the bar of her balcony and walks up to Spiderven with a smile on her face.

"Why do you hide that lovely face of yours?" She reaches up to remove their mask before her hands are casually brushed aside.

"It's not for you to see." The truth was, the mask was the only thing concealing their enraged expression.

"And why not...?" Her hands reach over one more time before their hands violently wrap around her wrists.

"Oh! You're so strong, too. Are you gonna put me in my place?" She flutters her eyelashes.

"The only place you belong is six feet under." They spat. "You're lucky I have morals."

"I DON'T!" Antiven hollers from somewhere up above. "Fuck you, bitch!"

All they hear next is the shattering of her space helmet as Antiven launches themself from the darkness and atop her unsuspecting figure. Violent, animalistic swings and flurries of punches are thrown until Spiderven actually has to intervene.

"Please don't kill her. You're not the one who gets bad press." Spiderven wraps their arms around their clones waist and pulls them off like a rabid raccoon.

She sits up and pants. "There's TWO of you?!"

"No! Let me kill her! Let me kill her!" Antiven snarls. "Or let me teach her a lesson at least!"

"Fine, but no death. You hear me?" Spiderven chides.

"FINE!" They yell.

Then Antiven is let loose again. The two of them fight amidst the clutter and chaos. It's the perfect distraction to go looking for what actually matters: you.

They start with the balcony. They pull themself up with their webbing and throw their legs across the bars.

"[Y/N]?" Their voice is low– they're still on edge.

Spiderven's hands search carefully for the light. A soft, muffled cry sounds off in the distance and immediately catches their attention.

"Don't worry! I'm coming!" They call out.

They're throwing things– knocking things over– absolutely destroying the environment surrounding them until they see you.

You're curled up in the tiniest ball, tucked away from any prying eyes. Your face is red. Your body is tired. You look dehydrated and hungry beyond belief.

But... you're okay.

"[Y/N]!" They cry out.

Your eyes open just a crack.

You feel their gloved hands land on you and all the pain suddenly disappears for a moment.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry–" They rush to untie you to the best of their ability.

The duct tape around your mouth was the worst part.

"Be strong for me one more time, okay?"

You barely move.

They dig their nails underneath the tape and pull. Tears form in your eyes– then, suddenly, you feel them lift you into the biggest hug you've ever received. They support your head and softly pet your tangled hair.

"I'm getting you out of here. I promise." They nuzzle you.

You open your mouth but no words come out.

"Shh. Don't speak, save your energy." They add.

They shift you so you're riding on their back now.

"Just close your eyes and rest. I'll take care of everything else."

...

"TELL ME YOU DID NOT JUST PRESS THAT BUTTON!" Juno screams.

Antiven briefly looks back at the control panel.

"Yeah, why?" They ask casually.

An electronic voice booms over the speakers. "Self destruct initiating in 60 seconds."

"OH MY GOD!" She pushes them out of the way before frantically pressing keys in order to stop it.

"Serves you right!" Antiven snickers.

Except, there's little time to enjoy the victory.

The three of you are just as frantic as Juno– making their way up several flights of stairs as the sunlight above becomes brighter and brighter.

The rest of it was a blur.

An explosion.

The earth beneath is shaking.

Everything turns white.

...

"I don't want to think about it anymore." You tell Antiven.

Your head rests in their lap. You have a pillow underneath your knees for extra comfort.

"You don't have to. Just focus on me, okay?" They gently pet your hair as Spiderven walks through the door.

"You better not do anything that'll rip their stitches or I'll rip you in half." They spat.

"Calm down! You think I'm that evil?" Antiven rolls their eyes.

"Not evil. Just stupid." They reply.

"No arguments! Please..." You beg them. "Keep the lights low, too. My head still hurts when it's too bright."

Antiven dims the lights a little more.

"Thank you." You reply. They pet your head a little more.

"You're in no shape to be on your knees. Come here." Spiderven delicately lifts you up and places you on the nearby couch.

"It's okay, really. I want to repay both of you for rescuing me!" You admit.

"Not by pushing yourself, you're not." They chide. "Besides– you being alive is more than enough."

For once, Antiven agrees. "You definitely don't have to do anything to repay us. We love you, seeing you get better is all that matters."

Spiderven lifts up your head and places a pillow underneath it. You sink into the plushness and close your eyes.

"Not you saying that when they were literally on their knees ten seconds ago." They argue.

"Stop! I did that. Not Anti." You frown.

"Don't hurt yourself for either of us, okay?" Spiderven reaches down and nuzzles you. "I should be the one treating you, instead."

"You've already done enough–" You pout. "I couldn't ask for more."

Your eyes open slightly to look up at both of them.

"Consider it a get well soon gift." They place light kisses against your face like raindrops. "Tell me if it hurts."

"What about me?!" Antiven complains. "Can't I help?!"

Spiderven sighs. "You can watch. I don't trust you not to accidentally hurt them."

You place a hand on their shoulder.

"It's okay. I trust both of you. Just– be gentle, okay?" You tell them.

"Of course." They say in unison.

"Here– let's get you somewhere more comfortable first." Spiderven carefully lifts you bridal style before carrying you off to the bedroom.

And to their surprise, it's not a total mess. Antiven keeps their apartment relatively in check minus some clutter strewn about. Spiderven lays you down gingerly on the bed before hooking their fingers inside your shorts and carefully pulling them off. Your shirt follows suit.

"Any pain?" They ask. You shake your head.

"I don't think it's that bad." Antiven stands in the doorway– already undressed– with their arms crossed.

"Why are you already naked?!" Spiderven averts their eyes.

"Why aren't you?" Antiven raises an eyebrow.

"No arguing!" You pout once more.

"Sorry!" They say in unison. Again.

You feel yourself blush looking at the two of them– could you even take them both in your current state? They were adamant about your recovery. And yet– a part of you wanted this more than anything.

Antiven crawls on the bed and nuzzles your face, pretty much identically to Spiderven.

"Do you want a safe word?" They ask.

Safe word? Spiderven is a little surprised by that. They didn't honestly think they'd care that much to establish one.

"No. I think I'll be okay." You tell them both. "I'll let you know if it hurts. I promise."

They both nod.

Spiderven undressed themself next, crawling on the opposite side of you and places more kisses on your bruised face. Each bruise gets its own kiss– over and over and over.

Antiven joins in and starts kissing your jaw and neck. You're practically giggling from all the affection, and they're both smiling as a result.

"Don't laugh too hard!" Spiderven nestles into you, making extra sure to avoid putting any pressure on your body.

"Mm– sorry!" You can't help yourself.

You're surprised by Antiven's hand lightly grabbing at your chest. Spiderven bites their tongue to stop themself from complaining. They're just silently praying to themself that they're not being rough with you.

Fingers brush up against the more sensitive part of your breasts and a tiny whine leaves your throat.

"Pain?!" Spiderven worries.

"It's okay– I'm okay–" You reassure them between satisfied sighs as Antiven's fingers continue working in circles around your aroused nipples.

They're quiet again. They feel your hot breath against their face and place more feverish kisses against your mouth as soon as they let their guard down again. You squeeze your legs together in an attempt to squelch your growing excitement to no avail.

Spiderven's trails your body slowly– being extra careful to avoid your stitches and darker bruising– before resting it on your hip and giving it a soft squeeze. More enthusiastic noises from you– it catches both of their attention.

Antiven doesn't let up, and their face buries itself in your neck, placing kisses anywhere they could reach. Meanwhile, Spiderven moves from your hips to your thighs. They prod against your mound and tease you to open up, in which case you happily oblige.

They waste no time– their fingers slide against your slickened folds to gather wetness before a single finger dives in and presses up against your swollen, throbbing center. They both drink in the bliss filled noises you make as a result.

Antiven pulls back and places a kiss to the outside of your ear. "Does that feel good, mi tesoro?"

Your words escape you for a minute until you compose yourself enough to answer. "More!" You cry.

Spiderven slips another finger inside your folds and traces quick, tight circles around your core as lewd sounds become more noticeable. It's only then do you feel the poking sensation of Antiven's cock against your lower back.

"You can– Ah–!" You're interrupted for a moment when Antiven's hand squeezes your chest again. "Mm– take me however you'd like–!"

"Not today. I can't promise your stitches would remain in tact." They admit. "As soon as you're better, though... your holes are all mine. Understood?"

A soft whimper on your part indicates a "yes".

More kisses from the two of them as Spiderven edges you by switching to longer, slower strokes to prevent you from finishing too soon. Minutes feel like they begin to drag on for hours.

"Mm– more! More! Please?" You ask, practically grinding up against Spiderven's fingers at this point.

"Someone's a little impatient, hm?" Antiven teases.

"Don't be mean." Spiderven chides.

Your breathing picks up as Spiderven switches up their stokes again. Sparks begin to build inside your hips as you cry out and beg for more, more, more.

"Not so fast." Antiven moves their hand from your chest to stop Spiderven's movements. "I want this to be special."

In that moment, it's as if they both understood each others thoughts. Antiven adjusts you accordingly before placing kisses slowly down the length of your body and ensures they do not miss any bruise, any stitch, any scar before ending right between your legs.

Then it was Spiderven's turn.

They, too, make sure you're nice and comfortable before repeating the actions of Antiven until they reach between your battered thighs.

"No pain?" Spiderven asks, one last time.

You look at them both.

"No pain." You answer.

They move themself in unison– as if their minds had become synced into one whole person. They adjust your legs so that each of them are supporting one side of you, spreading your legs as far as they can go without inducing any discomfort.

Then– with no warning– their tongues swirl together against the most sensitive part of you. And in the confusion, you reach down to pull their hair– but which one? Your arm just hangs frozen in mid air as you watch them both lovingly devour you.

You involuntarily moan with every mixed stroke. It's nothing like you had ever felt before– and all the sensations cause sparks to continuing building inside of you before it billows into a metaphorical wildfire. Your arm falls uselessly to your side as you start convulsing from the pleasure.

"I'm close–! Please–! Don't stop–!" You beg them both.

They continue lapping– sucking– kissing– patiently taking turns as your legs shake and thighs clench from the sensation of it all. Every stroke of their tongues sends your head further into orbit as your brain drowns itself inside its dopamine flooded skull.

"Ah–!" You want to call out their names, but the words escape you. All you can do is pathetically moan until your voice is hoarse and your throat is tired.

Then the inner fireworks begin to ignite. It's slow at first– then it hits you like a freight train and you're practically screaming as you ride their faces over the edge of complete and utter bliss.

You're hyperventilating as they both pull away. Neither of them wipe their faces– instead, they choose to wear your wetness as a personal badge of honor.

Spiderven is the first one to maneuver themself right back at your side and hold you tightly (but not too tightly) and nuzzle into your flushed face.

"You did so well! I'm so proud of you!" It's the same old phrase– but they never sound insincere.

Antiven sits up and leaves a mess behind on their own blanket. Then it hits you– Spiderven is the only one who didn't get to finish.

The same arm that was so useless earlier now glides against their fawn colored skin and down between their legs, just as they had done for you.

"It's okay– you don't have to–" Spiderven reassures you, but their breath hitches as you feel inside their extreme wetness.

"I'm gonna go clean up." Antiven drags themself to the bathroom and leave you both to it.

"I want to. Plus, you're close. I can feel it." You kiss them to silence their argument.

Close was an understatement– it only takes a couple strokes of your fingers before they pathetically finish against your hand. It's endearing, really.

"See?" You let out a small laugh before popping your fingers inside your mouth to taste them.

"Mm– fine–" They pout before nuzzling up to you again.

"Cuddle time!" Antiven yells from across the apartment.

They rush back into the room and flop on the bed for taking their same place beside you.

"I swear to god if you–" Spiderven is cut off by your kiss.

"Shh. Don't speak. Just save your energy." You tell them.

For once, they don't argue. The three of you silently hold one another– forgetting about the past– just enjoying each other to the fullest here in the present.

#rambles #superhero au

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wannaeatramyeon · 1 year

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You are really in the roll, on the unhinged! reader LOL.

This made me think that Gun goes back to Japan as he was called by his clan leader. And later found out that he is being force to met his fiancée (which he been avoiding since he was young), and tada his fiancée the unhinged! Reader. Which make him want to run away even more LOL.

I kinda think about the backstory of unhinged!reader and why she is unhinged. She is actually a proper and shy lady (also popular as a fiancée to every large business or yakuza heirs) when she is little, she is chosen to be Gun's Fiancée which is she happy but everytime they have an appointment of meeting each other Gun always too busy or avoid it like a plague which made Reader depressed if she is worthy. Until she met her badass unhinged senior who just give her an advise "Men like those loves fighting like it's thier fuel, so better yah be stronger than them no it better for you to the Strongest so they will submit to you."

Woo ty for tolerating my bs as usual!

I think we're branching off into different Unhinged Readers HC. OMG what if there are multiple crazy strong women and they find EACH OTHER. AND THEY DESTROY EACH OTHER?! Dude like yours would try and fuck mine up for fucking with Gun!

I came across the headcanon of Goo being completely normal, but just an amazing fighter and super overpowered with a weapon and I fell in love with that...

Unhinged Reader hc

(the original ask wanted unhinged so...)

Sorry for the orphan trope, but she doesn't have any living family

Or any that would put up with her level of batshit insane

She bounced around since she was young. Care homes, orphanages, streets

It's obvious something is wrong with her so she's been allowed to fall through the cracks in society

She's a survivor through and through

Apart from aaaaaall that. She's hasn't really had any training? Honestly she's just a freak of nature (think one punch man)

Her family, if anyone could trace her ancestry, doesn't have any special abilities. They're not fighters.

Nameless, faceless nobodies

Developmental years have left her stunted

Emotionally and socially, she doesn't really get it. But she can fake it if it gives her an advantage

Tbf she's a bit psychotic anyway so she doesn't actually form any bonds properly with people

Not interested in any alliance

Sure she could play demure and shy but she wouldn't be able to keep her true nature under cover forever. Some part of the insanity would leak into everyday life

So it's better for her just be forthright with her intentions

Loves playing mind games, but not hiding who she is

Unapologetically fucked up and unhinged

Appearance wise, she just seems completely normal?

She can keep her threatening aura under wraps

If she didn't want you to, you wouldn't think there was anything up with her. Just another face in the crowd

And that makes it easier for her to slip away into the shadows

So why is she crazy? It's just in her nature 🤷🏻‍♀️

#lookism #lookism oc #lookism unhinged series #slimesam hits again #ramen asks

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koskela-knights · 9 months

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EEAAO Connections

More meta! We're going on another long feel trip! Having watched AW2 videos, playthroughs, read multiple wiki pages & having watched Everything Everywhere All At Once (+ insightful meta posts and video essays) I see some overlapping themes and messages 👀 General/vague spoilers for the movie & spoilers for AW2 below

CW: mentions of suicide in red

+ additional Koskela feels & thoughts casually sprinkled in <3

I'm going off the concept that there are countless possible loops/alternate timelines/multiple universes in AW2. EEAAO obviously deals with the latter: multiple universes where every choice you make branches off into another reality/universe.

Nihilism, breaking the cycle/spiral

One of the main messages the movie conveys is that yes, the universe may not care about us, our actions may and can be insignificant in the big scheme of things. But that doesn't mean we cannot choose love, for ourselves and others. As this post brilliantly pointed out: in the universes where the characters choose nihilism through negative actions and not care about others, they sorta ruin/worsen their own lives. But once the characters choose love and empathy for themselves and others, their lives improve for the better.

You can see similar thoughts reflected in AW2. If we go with the idea that the Shadows in the Dark Place (DP) are past Alan (they even are his 3d model) and perhaps even versions where he kills himself, haven't led Alan out of the DP or the Darkness at all. They're literally dead ends. But only once he begins accepting external help (Saga, Rose and of course Alice) is he able to advance out of the spiral. It's also his love for Alice that keeps him going after all those years.

(Which is a similar point made in this post where the post argues that it's not destruction (parallel/similar to pessimistic nihilism) that can help you break free from the spiral but ascension (//love, support from others))

Choices & love

Now, venturing more into Koskela territory (this is a Koskela love blog after all)

What I loved in the EEAAO is that some characters are aware of these multiple universes and even if not, they long for a universe that exists somewhere else. In this post it's outlined that Waymond, who's a rich successful businessman in one universe, still longs for a domestic "poorer" life with Evelyn, doing simple taxes and having a laundromat business. That's the life the main story's universe takes place in, basically. Just ughh, the idea that gets me that people will choose to be together in every possible universe, or that they'd choose one humble universe over any other version where they might be more "successful" but separate from one another.

And I feel this would apply to the Koskelas too. Those brothers are soulmates. @zephyrone01 said that if Saga could still profile Jaakko after his death, Jaakko would've probably said that he loved Ilmo and didn't regret any of it and <33

The Koskelas would love each other and die for each other but also desperately try to save each other in every loop, every iteration and alternate reality/universe. I've been thinking about what-ifs: what if one of them is aware of the loops, what if they're both aware or subconsciously know what will happen/can happen. They would try to prevent each other from dying. They would and they keep on fighting for each other but also for their town and the people that they clearly love. Ilmo and Jaakko wouldn't put all that money and energy into their various businesses if they didn't believe Watery and its people still have a chance.

@zephyrone01 and I've been discussing many such what-if scenarios. Maybe it would've been easier for them if they just packed their business, aware of how dangerous BF & Watery are, but that's not their way. Even if they know the dangers and the tragic future ahead, they are willing to fight for who they love, what they love and they'll desperately clutch onto the hope that maybe, just maybe the next loop will be different and more positive.

And maybe there's a reality where they left or gave up but other versions of them would be (subconsciously) reminded of these darker futures and realize that staying and fighting has a much better outcome, even if the stakes remain high and one or both might still die as a result. But they would still choose any of those universes where they stay and fight because they have each other and it would've been worth it anyway. Even if the pain of losing the other will be painful and unbearable, it means they loved deeply and cared dearly.

I have so many feelings about the Koskelas man 😭😭😭 I hope this post was somewhat comprehensible and cohesive.

So yeah, TLDR: it's corny but love, empathy and compassion are the answer in every universe. Love for yourself and the people around you. It can help you get into the light. Maybe choosing this life is enough even if you don't leave the biggest impact because there are people you care about and who care about you too. And that's all that matters, really.

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mcclainwilla · 1 year

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Writing Fight Scenes Part 5 - Kicks

I mean to write/post this two months ago, but I got sad and busy with school. I am still a little sad but I'm of school so let's fuckin go

As someone who did a lot of taekwondo, I know a thing or two about kicks.

Purposes of kicks:

Creating/diminishing distance - if you hold out your arm and your leg at the same time, you'll see that your leg stretches farther. Because a kick reaches farther than a punch, they can be used to stun an opponent while moving closer, or keep them from pursuing when withdrawing

Wearing down an opponent - repeated kicks to the legs/hips/etc. won't end a fight, but it'll definitely take a toll on a character

Power strike - kicks are very powerful and can be used to pretty severely fuck up an opponent **women can often kick harder than men! This is something I will talk about in depth, in another post

Risks of kicks:

Kicks sap more energy - a kick is a 'larger' movement that requires more effort than a punch

Kicks are slower - because a kick moves more mass (a leg is heavier than an arm) and requires a character to shift their weight, they take longer to reach their target and are therefore easier to dodge

Kicks leave you vulnerable - while a character's kick is en route/returning after being thrown, they are standing on one foot hoping no one knocks them over

Now I'll talk about some different types of kicks, their uses, and whether or not I ever want you to write about them

Stun kicks:

As the name implies, these kicks aren't meant to wreck an opponent, they're meant to stop an opponent from getting too close/set up more powerful attacks. Remember when I talked about the sparring stance? (If not, go look at part four.) When standing in a sparring stance, stun kicks are thrown with the front leg. This takes away their power, but makes them faster

Snap front kick:

Travels in a straight line. Lead with the knee, hit with the heel; the height of the kick depends on how high a character lifts their knee. Hit anywhere soft, honestly. Ribs, diaphragm and face are all lovely targets

I see these a lot in traditional boxing/MMA fighting. Useful!

Snap roundhouse:

Travels in a curve - imagine someone is going for a handshake, and a character wants to kick their hand. Once again, lead with the knee, but hit with the ball of the foot (NOT the toes. 'Pull' the goes back to avoid breaking them). Aim at ribs, kidneys, liver or face.

I also see these a lot in professional fighting. They're just a little slower than snap front kicks because a character has to turn the foot they're balancing on to avoid torqueing their knee

Crescent kick:

Travels in an arc (when I was teaching little kiddos, we'd call these rainbow kicks. Maybe that helps with visualization). There's two main types - outside in, and inside out. Either way, they're almost like a slap-in-the-face kick. Crescent kicks are some of the ONLY times a character needs to point their toes - this engages the muscles in the blades of their feet, which is the part of the foot this kick uses. Aim to the face, mostly

I do not recommend these - they're slow (and therefore easier to dodge) and they fucked up my hips

Power kicks

Now we're talking! From a sparring stance, power kicks are thrown with the back foot - this allows a character to gain momentum and, therefore, power. They're slower than stun kicks, but if they land, their worth the hassle

Power front:

Same as the snap front, lead with the knee, hit with the heel. Only this time, a character will 1. Use their back foot and 2. Crunch inward, only to explode outward with the kick - foot goes forward, shoulders go back. This allows a character to put more hip movement into the kick, which increases the power tenfold. Aim mostly to the ribs/stomach - keeping as much of your character's leg bones directly behind the line of the kick makes it more powerful (as such, kicking towards the face with these kinda ruins the purpose)

Highly recommend. Fuck it up, buttercup

Muay Thai roundhouse:

I liken this kick to swinging a baseball bat. This is the other ONLY time your character should point their toes while kicking (if they leave their foot flexed and miss, they'll fold their foot bones in half. Sad!) With the balancing foot, step wide and turn the foot out. Swing other leg towards target, only extending the leg at the last moment. Hit with the shin, and hit low - think ribs and hips

Highly recommend. But be careful not to let your character fuck up their knee - if they miss, they better be prepared to pivot all the way around on that balancing foot, because there's no bailing

Side kick:

This is one I haven't talked about at all yet. Your character will pivot on their balancing leg until they're facing sideways, their back leg now at a 90 degree angle to their body (think sitting in a chair). Then, aiming with their asscheek (not kidding. Point the ass at the target), extend the leg, throwing the hips into the motion by leaning the torso backwards. Hit with the heel, aim for ribs and hips.

Highly recommend. Can you tell I like power kicks?

Fun anecdote, I used to have a sparring partner who was VERY good at these. He'd leave literal black and blue bruises on my hips (bitch) and when we were practicing these using big cushy pads, it wasn't rare for him to blast me halfway across the room

Back kick:

Back kicks are basically side kicks, but with an added turn. This turn generates extra power, but it comes with risks. 1. There's a brief moment wherein your character takes their eyes off their opponent, 2. the opponent will definitely know what's coming, and 3. the turn can knock your character off-balance if they're not careful. The direction of the turn can be tricky to understand, so just know that the character will turn towards their back foot. Then, look over the shoulder/find the target, aim with the ass, and do a side kick with a 20% power buff

Like I mentioned, these are more powerful than side kicks, but riskier too. A good time for your character to practice using these would be while sparring a less-skilled partner!

That's about it. Sorry again this took me so long to make :( but I'll start drafting whatever I'm doing for part six next so maybe I'll make another post sometime within the next three months

#writing #writing advice #fight scene #wip #wip stuff #martial arts #willa mcclain #sparring partner slander #kicks #how to write #writing help #writing tips and tricks

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northwest-cryptid · 1 year

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Meet the Mabi Squad, I figure if new players have a few friendly faces they can recognize it might make it easier to approach people:

I guess if we're starting off introductions I best explain myself, that only seems fair. I'll try to keep these quick and snappy

Meet Akitovt, named after the Vtuber who plays the character. I'm extremely casual but well rounded with a focus on production now that I have most my advanced magic and melee worked out. More often than not you'll find my ass waiting around for someone to want to do something that I can tag along for. At this point I'm pretty much up for whatever but I'll always have a focus on getting my Engineering and Magic Craft ranked ever higher so I can make people gear.

Next up we have Galurre the Grandmaster Blacksmith and all around cool dude. This lad is known for his love of the moon, foxes, women, and his generosity and ever helpful nature but also for his absolute lust for destruction. I'm not joking this man terrifies me sometimes because he gets a little trigger happy with his alchemy and magics, but hey if you need some armor or a cool sword Galurre's your guy.

My partner and the leader of our guild Ryuchan might just be one of the most powerful among us if I'm being totally honest. She excels with magic, music, and cooking and can typically be found wearing yet another set of expensive fashion or dragging me along for a dungeon or shadow mission that she could easily handle on her own but I'm not going to complain about getting to spend more time with my wife, unless she tries to drop a meteor on me again then I won't have time to complain because I'll be too busy running away.

We also have Burlington, the newest arrival in Erinn who is our resident tailor and fisherman. They have a love for spiders and tend to focus on the production and gathering side of things over the fighting side of things but I've not seen them say no to being dragged into a dungeon or two. It's been a blast seeing them develop their skills and come into their own. I've never seen this lad not rocking their iconic beard.

Khiyo is an absolute wild card of a player who is rarely around but is always a pleasure to have in the party. The man's current mission is to make his Red Panda absolutely massive to which I've been repeatedly running the bean dungeon with him and making him a ton of tofu. Typically swapping between Archery and Knuckle skills with a high focus on Luck and speed he's an absolute monster with crit hits and combos because he refuses to let the game put him in the "You're an elf and you will play a squishy ranger character" box unless it's specifically to go Falcon and blast everything with Magic Missile, which is the kind of punk attitude we applaud around here. The lad often plays as a young elf but has been known to use transformation so you may encounter Khiyo without knowing it, or perhaps he might just be too fast for you to notice. He's such a rare encounter that I don't have many pictures of him so have a fairly outdated one

and of course we have the individual who's name never fails to amuse me; I will call them Peachy because they're a fellow Vtuber by the name. However their IGN is Dearesteachy because they didn't know you couldn't put capital letters in the middle of your name and didn't notice the lack of the P in Peachy. They tend to log in on even rarer occasion than Khiyo but are always a welcome inclusion to the squad; they focus primarily on the fashion aspects of Mabi with a love for dragons and fairies.

If you should ever encounter us in the wild don't be scared to come say hi, we're literally the most non-threatening group of players you'll ever meet I promise.

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goblinrockcandy · 2 years

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hey guys im BACK baby and i have some words

here are links so you can still find everything, but be wary that these links are probably gonna break any minute when i start moving everything around. lets hope i can remember to fix them and that i dont take a year to get to doing that: ARCHIVE MY ART OTHER ORGANIZATION TAGS

IM STILL ALIVE. i like to think that i never rlly left, but I havent posted in a damn while and part of that is because life stuff caught up with me and moreso because uhhhhhh Well im not quite satisfied with the way my blogs formatted right now, it makes posting and organizing and navigating harder than it has to be and it makes it Not Fun to post things.

SO. what we're gonna do is revamp things a lil bit. we're fucking doing this we are Making It Happen. what this'll do is itll make it easier for me to post things without having to remember every silly tag and rule i have set up here, and ill also just have a bit more of a laid-back and fun kinda art blog. i tried to do an elaborate tagging system, but MAN i am too forgetful for that.

so im just gonna keep it simple. character, fandom, content warnings, and maybe some other flavourtags. the sorts of things thatll make it easier for me to just pop up a quick drawing on even a busy day without having to go through a silly step by step process on how to tag things. because i love sharing my art and posting :)) but not so much when it is difficult </3

but hell who knows how thisll go after i reboot my bloggo. i think she was due for some maintenance for a long while. *pats the sidebar like you would soothe an agitated horse* there there girl, its gonna be alright. maybe ill even start making... casual posts? text posts? things like that??? damn Maybe.

im also gonna private some organization posts until i can properly wrangle then and sort out their kinks and oddities, and im gonna disable my blog theme for a bit. when i get a braincell on how to do an html and a css properly, THEN i can have a pretty theme. in the meantime, ill probably just set myself up with one of the tumblr defaults.

anyways. *ahem* for anyone who doesnt know me and this is their first stumble upon my blog while i move things around. feel free to click the read more if you want to subject yourself to the silliest introduction i could make for myself possible.

hi. i like to draw but lately my art skills have been a bit shakey, i think im out of practice so im probably gonna start out doing some studies. my styles and designs for characters are always changing, but lately ive been trying to cement some designs that are in my brain Onto Paper.

im goblinrockcandy but you can call me GRC if that's a mouthful (thats what i call me because i do not have time for 5 syllables). im a Knight of Heart and sometimes that gets shortened to KoH and so sometimes people call me koh. now KOH is also the chemical formula for potassium hydroxide, but no one calls me that (a real shame, it flows right off the tongue and i think its a lovely set of sounds), but potassium hydroxide also goes by another name and that is lye. so sometimes people call me lye. i don't have a name so if you want to refer to me you have to get creative or pick up my blog by the scruff of its handle like a really ugly cat and point at it and say "this motherfucker right here".

same goes for pronouns. my pronouns are none/applicable. you gotta BE CREATIVE if you want to refer to me... pronouns are a crutch. they were your training wheels and now im the final boss. you have to fight me with your other words, this is what you have been training for.......

im trans queer person of colour, painfully unfunny and addicted to bad jokes, and i love homestuck. my faves switch up every once in a blood moon but right now i really fuckin love jake english. you might have discerned that by the very subtle hints of I talk about Him all the time & dirt striber avatar.

#announcement #intro post

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the-firebird69 · 3 months

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There are other places that are going to strike and it's in the middle areas in different continents. Also there are a couple movies series beginning on the coincide with a couple of events one of them is a quiet place day one begins today and their characters have been popping up everywhere it's a huge event they say people are going to get slaughtered and it is over social security several groups are targeted by the pseudo empire the max foreigners and us and a lot of times them to each other which makes it easier and it is over social security and it's a lot bigger than our sun but he is also having a problem because people are trying to kidnap him to their s***** City

And no it's not funny it just kind of but they stink the cities and we have to shut them down and it will be soon and they're all going to die in there that begins today and it starts around noon and you can see in the beginning of the movie it looks like it and he's going to look and there are objects falling to the ground they look like cocoons and that's what they are that's what these people are in and they're not man-made and they look man-made no we know what they are they travel in them and they eat stuff that's around them it's meant for that and it's called stuff and they're going to devastate these idiots in New York and DC all over the place a daytime attack by demons by Tommy F and he is then attacked and it keeps them busy during social security time.

---another event coming up and some movie series is The Terminator the first one will most likely occur today haven't sent them all it is at the mall that they were running our son around in and saying that there was a monster robot after him and they're pigs and they got beat up and they would know if a robot was there or not her son was carefully trying to look and he couldn't tell so he left them all but we knew it was going on people are fighting to get there now these things are not good but that's what they're trying to do is get him in the movie somehow it's a very big day but this series is bigger than a quiet place except for the arrival of Cloverfield and that's what it culminates in and also super 8 movies those two movies lead to very huge genre opening up on these jackasses. But the Terminator series is the beginning of the end of the separatists cities and that's what they're talking about throughout Star wars about them getting hit and they hit us some death stars and they're saying that they were hit and but there was no Republic and it's a clone so you guys are not unified oh and the clone war begins shortly too. Believe it or not they're trying to take over the shitty cities. This is very huge news so we're going to print

Thor Freya

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1, 12, 14, 15 (specifically tomestones), 44 (haha), 45

Character Development Questions

1. Does your character have siblings or family members in their age group? Which one are they closest with?

as far as siblings go he has his older brother, who is three years older. being just the two of them alongside their mother, they have an incredibly close bond adn are willing to fight tooth and nail for one another.

for the majority of dar's childhood he'd stick by his brother, using him as his safety net. he was a far more timid and soft spoken person back then, khol'a being more than willing to speak for him when needed and provide him with the care and support he'd need without question. he'd stand up for dar near immediately would anyone have something to say.

being as he is now, dar'khol's almost the exact opposite of his childhood self so he doesn't spend as much time clinging to his brother -- but he still writes to him frequently. no one in all the realm knows dar'khol as well as khol'a does, and the same can be said the other way around.

12. In what situation was your character the most calm they’ve ever been?

he can't even remain calm in a body that's well disciplined in it, are you kidding -- /j

it would probably have been returning the scions to the source. that sense of relief of his friends -- this found family of his -- being brought back home, recovering well and being able to pick up life where it had been left off. nothing has ever felt so... normal. so right in the world.

if his journey were to have ended right then and there, he couldn't find a reason to be upset. determined as he is, impulsive as he can be -- he was content. happy. a heavy weight had been lifted from his shoulders in that moment, and it's hard to think of a moment that calmed his nerves more than that.

14. Does your character remember names or faces easier?

faces, without question.

he has a very strong visual memory; be it people, places or learning skills. if there isn't a visual to be had it doesn't stick as well as it should. he needs to have traveled somewhere at least once to remember how to get there again, needs to have seen someones face to have any recollection on who they could be.

you could give him a name, verbal instruction, etc. but that doesn't mean it's going to make any sense or hold any weight to it until he gets to see them/it for himself.

15. Is your character preoccupied with money or material possession? Why or why not?

( if we're talking from a player perspective i have been absolute dogwater at keeping my tomes capped skdjfng )

dar'khol is a busy-body, he doesn't like to stay in one place for long and can't stand going for long periods of time without doing something. so, tomestones are usually an easy means of keeping himself busy. keeping them stockpiled when he can -- but he has a terrible tendency, with any currency, to spend it all in large quantities the moment something catches his eye.

a new chestplate for the pure purpose of glamour? tomestones are gone. a flashy new weapon for the same purpose? tomestones are gone.

is any of what he purchased a better replacement for the gear he already wears? no! but at least he looks amazing.

44. How easy or difficult is it for your character to say “I love you?”

miqo voice 3 laugh.mp4

when he really means it, it's one of the most difficult things for him to say. at least at first. dar'khol's emotions are so pure, so strong that finding himself that strongly attached is... unnerving, for lack of a better word. it's something that almost scares him, because he knows he feels too much and he doesn't ever want to ruin what bonds he's been able to build between people.

even more so when he's fallen so far. because what if he loses them?

it doesn't matter if they don't feel the same way, if he's rejected.. but the thought of a confession tearing everything apart is paralyzing.

this isn't to say he'll never say it, because those very same feelings that have him fearful begin to conflict with one another. he holds everything in to a point it eventually has to boil over, so he'll blurt it out eventually. but, if you're good at reading between the lines, you can hear those words in his actions alone... because he already wears his heart on his sleeve. he's an open book if you can understand the font it's written in.

once he finally does come to say it, and it's reciprocated? he won't know how to stop saying it.

45. What does your character believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them?

the souls of the departed are suppose to return to the lifestream, right? that's what he likes to believe will happen, but with how his life has gone, with all the twists and turns it has taken -- would his afterlife really be allowed to be that simple? would he have a place there at all?

death has always scared him, always will. he's not ready to go -- not anymore. there was a moment in time when he'd come to accept his fate, but having that not come to pass... he's got plenty to hold on for.

he doesn't want to think about it.

#hollowfaith #kicks at the dirt beneath my feet...

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If you spew vitrol at an oppressed group while defending another, you are doing it wrong.

This goes for anything. You can't uplift:

LGBT+ while being racist.

A race [ Native/Indigenous, Black, Mexican, Asian, etc. ] while being homophobic/transphobic.

One race while being anti toward another.

Transgender people while being homophobic/lesbophic.

Bisexuals while being panphobic.

Gays/Lesbians while being acephobic.

Gays/Lesbians while being transphobic.

Transgender people while being against Cis.

Gays while being lesphobic.

Lesbians while being homophobic.

Pansexuals while being biphobic.

Asexuals while being homophobic.

Non binaries while being misogynistic.

Men while being misogynistic.

Trans men while being transmisogynistic.

Trans women while being transmisandric[?]

Disabled people while being racist/homophobic/transphobic/etc.

And though it is going to make some of you lose your shit...

Women while being misandric, or whatever the word would be. I'll be the first to admit that the world is full of horrible men, but this is not due to the nature of the gender. It's because of the toxic masculinity society has shoved at us for ages. Something we're only now really getting to change, but we can't do that if little boys only hear how the privileges they didn't ask for make them automatically a monster. Teach them that they can be better people, just as we should be teaching our girls they aren't inferior, but equal to boys. And just as we should be teaching the people that are both, neither, in between that they are as valid as males and females.

In short... Don't try to stand up for one by putting down others. That is just going to make you look like a dick and potentially cause more harm than help.

#lgbtqia #racism #misogyny #ableism #oppression #disability #this came close as fuck to being a huge rant about the absolute stupidity on this site.#we're already dealing with enough without you turning those who should be our allies into our enemies.#which is exactly what the opposition wants... to divide us. that makes it easier to keep us under their boot.#if we're too busy fighting one another it makes it easier for them to keep us oppressed.#don't let them win.#queued.

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hyunsuks-beanie · 2 years

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Enhypen Reaction to Another Member Staring at You While You're Not Wearing a Bra Under Your Clothes

Mellow speaks: Another reaction cuz they're easier to come up with than a whole fic (don't worry Yeonjun, I'm getting to you soon). And obviously, it's Enhypen because we just love those boys!!

Tagging: @sweethyuka @yedamology @enhacolor @axartia @hyunsuksmygod @duolingofanaccount @zurimochi

Heeseung

Okay, he knew you weren't planning on having someone sew you braless, he knew he's the only one you're comfortable enough to let your breasts have a breather in front of. But that doesn't mean he could keep a level head when you're standing there in the doorways, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and looking like the purest angel ever, and he wasn't the only one who got to see you like that. When he had invited Jay over to play video games with him, your boyfriend never would have thought he'd find himself in such a situation.

You, of course, couldn't have possibly known that you were having a guest over, and that's probably the reason why you had decided to pad into the room unannounced, still slightly sleepy, and with the tips of your nipples making their presence known through the thin fabric of your top. And as if that wasn't enough, his bandmate was sitting right there, his bottom lip stuck between his teeth as he shamelessly checked you out.

Needless to say, Heeseung wasn't pleased, but it's not like he could get into a fight and throw punches at him, because he knew you wouldn't approve. So all he did was call Jay out for his fallacy, an "Oi, quit staring mate, those breasts are mine to ogle at," slipping past his lips as he not-so-gently shoved the younger away. Yeah, that was enough, and the squeal that escaped you as you ran out of the room was totally worth it.

Jay

Park Jay absolutely hates it when people show up to his house unannounced, mainly because he can never know if the two of you will be in a position to see them without compromising on your dignity. Don't get him wrong, he's just worried about someone walking in when he's touching you, or when you're touching him, because that's what you tend to do at through every inch of your abode.

So it's not hard to imagine his annoyance when the doorbell had rung while he was teaching you how to cook while being distracted by your boyfriend fondling your breasts, and he was forced to let go, only to reveal a shamelessly grinning Sunoo standing in the doorway. "What d'ya want?," he had asked irritably, but no sooner had the younger opened his mouth to speak than you had walked in on the party, your nipples still perked up from the foreplay.

And the sight had been a little to hot for poor Sunoo to handle, his thoughts turning darker as his tongue ran across his bottom lip. Yeah, he was checking you out, and Jay wasn't sure whether to be mad at him or at you. But it wasn't like he could actually take that anger out on you, so Sunoo was the one who paid. By paid, I mean he actually got pushed back out your house, almost falling to the floor as the door slammed shut in his face, and "We're busy, get lost," was the last thing he heard.

Jake

Having had popped into the shower barely minutes before you could hear the doorbell ring, there obviously was no way on earth you could have known that it wasn't just Jake and you at home. And that's probably the reason why you had decided to step out of the bathroom wearing nothing but your top, your torso completely naked as drops of water trickled down your body. But thankfully, your ears hadn't deceived you, and you had heard the distinct sound of Heeseung's laughter just before you left the bedroom.

It's not like you couldn't have taken a moment longer to put on a bra, but after having been forced to wear it for a whole day, you weren't too keen on wearing it again. So here you were, making an appearance in front of two hormonal guys (one of whom happened to be your boyfriend, though), completely braless and with your perky nipples easily visible through the thin fabric of your (Jake's) T-shirt as you walk into the living room to greet your visitor.

The sight was, to say the least, enough to make the elder choke on the ramen he was gobbling up, his eyes raking over your entire form, and spending just a second too long staring at your breasts. Jake could see as well as you could that he was checking you out, and despite being the younger one, your boyfriend couldn't help but feel irritated. Yet all he actually did was only borderline rough, his hand flying to Heeseung's face and slapping hard against his eyes as he blocked his vision, a thick "Not yours" escaping him.

Sunghoon

It's totally your fault. You had no business showing up to a dorm filled with hormonal boys without a bra, and yet, you did exactly that. Yes, it's totally your fault. No it isn't, he's just being petty. It isn't your fault you didn't realize the crop top you had thrown over your thin camisole was nearly see-through, and it's not your fault for not noticing the way your nipples, all perked up, were completely visible to anyone who cared to look.

Nope, it's not your fault for having a wardrobe malfunction, Jake is definitely the one to blame for not taking his eyes off your form, and he's the one at fault for ogling at you despite knowing you're taken, and that too, when he knows your boyfriend doesn't like it one bit. He's going to have to deal with the Aussie, but that's something he'll save for later. Because he doesn't want to seem even more petty in front of you.

So he does the one thing he knows he can do, and that too, without seeming like a jerk. He drags you over to his room, his grip on your wrist tight as you continue to ask him what is wrong. You might think he's planning on being rough again, but not this time. He's just being a caring boyfriend this time, shoving his hoodie towards you as he mumbles out a "Wear this before coming out." Talk about pretending to be cold but actually being a warm softie.

Sunoo

He doesn't like it. He really doesn't. It's not fair that anyone who's not him gets to see you like this, wide-eyed and innocent, even though your perky breasts, saying hi to the world through the fabric of your tank top, might say otherwise. Of course, it's not surprising that you had wanted to wear that skimpy tank top to the building, the warm weather had made it nearly impossible to wear anything else.

But that doesn't mean he didn't get jealous when instead of him, Sunghoon had been the first to lay his eyes on you, and that too, in a way that made it obvious he was checking you out. The elder's eyeballs had nearly popped out of his head at the sight of you standing by the door to their practice ro, searching for your boyfriend without even noticing just how revealing your outfit looked.

He couldn't help biting his lip, and that, unfortunately, was what met poor Sunoo's gaze when he walked out of the washroom. But he still didn't do anything irrational, choosing to simply pull you away from the spotlight and take you over to the couch, needing nothing more than some cuddles and a bit of reassurance that he's the only one who gets to see you and what you hide under your clothes.

#heeseung #heeseung smut #enhypen smut #jay smut #jake smut #sunghoon smut #jay #jake #sunghoon #heeseung hard thoughts #jay hard thoughts #jake hard thpughts #sunghoon hard thoughts #sunoo #sunoo smut

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 2 years

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The Reaper and the Death Angel Snippet 1 - The lab

This can be read at any time, including when I've gotten past the slow burn and Jax and the OC are together but fits best between parts 9 and 10. This isn't one story, it's lots of little ones that don't justify their own chapter.

Part 9

Contains: Forensic anthropology, dead bodies, exposition, Tig being Tig, only the OC and her brother are my own, I've stolen Captain Holt from Brooklyn nine-nine this time, Clay is a dick.

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Comment if you want to be tagged.

From the grand tour to quiet lunches, who doesn't love a museum department that deals with corpses.

"Welcome everyone. Since Little Brother brought you here after closing, you have me all to yourselves and I've cleared it with Professor Holt so you guys get to see the back rooms."

You were in your scrubs, they were the standard blue, but there were patches of bright, happily patterned fabric every now and then; today's theme is ladybugs.

"I like your shirt!" Juice stood closest to the door, moving from foot to foot in childlike joy.

"Thank you Juicy, I love ladybugs. They are cute but voracious predators. I use them as natural pest control." Clay was looking unimpressed with his arm crossed.

"Isn't it a little unprofessional?" You shook your head.

"My job is very sad at times, my bosses don't care what I do as long as I do my job and my childish uniform make all the death a little easier. Is that understandable?" Clay gave a dismissive nod.

"This way gentlemen."

You took them through the lab first, showed them all the different rooms and equipment and introduced them to your co-workers, next were the archive rooms.

"Here we have the colossal squid Mesonychoteuthis hamiltoni, the largest one found is more than 1000 pounds." You pulled back the tank cover to show them the preserved specimen.

"Aren't these the ones that Sperm Whales eat?" You smiled and nodded.

"Yes, some Sperm Whales actually have scars from fights with large squids."

You walked them over to another section.

"This is the baculum or penis bone of a walrus who has the largest in the world." You could see the guys giggling.

"Penis bone?" You huffed.

"Yes Tig, a penis bone. Now into the weapons archive."

You walked them through a set of doors into another room.

"This is a 1882 mousetrap, the gun would be loaded each day in preparation for the mouse but it wasn't very popular." Happy looked a little sad.

"Don't worry Hap, it didn't sell well, it also rarely worked." You guided them down a flight of stairs.

"This is my favourite room, the Egyptian archive. We even have a bed that's a direct recreation of Queen Cleopatra's bed." You paused, "Yes I have napped in it, it's very comfortable."

The final stop was bone storage.

"This is where the remains of unidentified people stay until we're ready to help them, I'm not going to take you in because it's basically the embodiment of limbo which is not fun. But as you can see by the size of the room, I'm far too busy to worry about anything outside of these people waiting to have their stories told." They all seemed to understand what you were saying.

****

"Oh hello Jackson, what brings you hear today?" He put down a bag from your favourite coffee shop.

"Sam said you were having a rough few days so I thought I bring you some lunch." You looked in the bag, it contained your favourite cake, and a large ice coffee.

"Thank you Jax, you're very thoughtful. Do you have the time to keep me company?" he nodded and sat down and you split the cake in half to share it with him.

"How's Wendy doing." He took a sip from his own coffee and reached into the pocket of his Kutte.

"Good, she gave me this yesterday." He handed over a sonogram photo.

"Look at his little nose, he's gorgeous Jax." Jax smiled big and wide, it made his eyes wrinkle at the corner.

'Yeah, he is."

****

"Hi Juicy, is everything ok?" He nodded and came into your office.

"I was wondering if you could show me your database program, you mentioned it was opened sourced and I wanted to know a bit more about it." You got up to take him to your computer expert Angela.

"Angela would be better equipt to tell you, I'll introduce you to her a little more than I did the first time and you guys can talk, I'm sure you'll get along great."

****

You were happy you convinced the museum to hire Anvil for security, it made life a lot easier to turn people away if you didn't want to see them.

"Deputy Chief Hale is here to see you y/n, should we let him in?" You picked up the phone with one hand and continued to type with the other.

"No thank you Travis, if it's got to do with a case he's more than welcome to call me." you hung up and went back to your work, you hoped that Hale wouldn't become a problem.

****

"Clay, how can I help you today?" He walked in and sat down without asking.

"Yeah, I was wondering if you know anyone here who can source rare orchids?" At least he was here for a good reason.

"For Gemma?" He nodded.

"Dr Todd would be the best, she's an expert in rare flowering plants. I'll page her to come over."

Dr Tood arrived about 20 minutes later and you left her and Clay to talk.

"I have an exam to do so I'll leave you guys to it."

****

Jax's lunchtime visits have become a weekly occurrence, he would come in with a coffee and your favourite cake and sit with you in your office until you had to return to work. You would talk about anything and everything, but the talk drifted to Abel and the club most of the time.

"Wendy's stopped returning my calls, I'm really worried about her but she seemed fine when I went to check on her." He sounded worried.

"Give it time, she'd be feeling him move around now and it might be getting a bit much. If you like I can go and see how's she doing?" You could see Jax visibly relax.

"Thanks, I really appreciate it."

"Your friend Harry is out of Chino, isn't he?" Jax nodded.

"Yeah, but I don't know if he wants anything to do with the Club, he's working at the mill right now." You shook your head.

"Hard on the body and shit pay, Oswald should be ashamed of himself." Jax huffed.

"Clay loves the man, thinks he's going to keep Charming a small town." you rolled your eyes.

"We know that's not true, the moment his land is worth more to him developed he'll sell it off." Jax shrugged.

"I know, but Clay likes to be in business with people we know." He sounded fed up.

"Well he's better than Jacob Hale so that's a plus." Jax chuckled at you in agreeance.

****

Jax was back again for another lunch, this time you brought food for him. Your lunches had gone from once a week to whenever you both had the time, which meant you were spending a lot more time together.

"Have you heard from Wendy?" He shook his head.

"She hasn't been returning my calls either, I don't know whether I should pop by your house to see if she'll talk to me. I've been meaning to ask you for a few days." He was more slumped than usual.

"Nah, I doubt she'd even come out. She's probably just feeling overwhelmed. You leaned in a little closer.

"Well if you change your mind, I'm here."

"Thanks y/n."

Part 10

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helloalycia · 3 years

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overstepping [one] // jane banner (Wind River)

summary: after getting several voicemails from your colleague and best friend with her asking for your backup, you attempt to call her back, only to get no answer.

warning/s: mentions of rape, murder and injuries.

author’s note: this is a two parter because i finally watched Wind River and it broke my heart but also lizzie was v cute and i felt the need to write this, hope you like it x

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"C'mon, work you stupid phone," I complained for the millionth time, before standing on the chair to get a better signal.

When I saw the bars in the corner of the screen increase, a grin appeared on my lips. I loved my parents, but the fact that they lived in a remote cabin in Tennessee with zero signal was not my favourite thing.

When the bars remained, my phone decided to actually be helpful and receive all the messages, calls and voicemails I missed. I did a brief flick through, noticing nothing was too important that couldn't wait for me to return to work. As an FBI agent, I rarely got time off. And now that I had taken a two month vacation to spend with my parents, I was adamant on enjoying it, even if I was missing work a smidge.

Next were the calls, which I noticed were mostly from my colleague and close friend, Jane Banner. I furrowed my brows, realising she'd left me several voicemails, too, which was strange since she knew I was on a break from work. What could be so important?

I sighed, glancing down at my uncomfortable position standing on the chair and leaning above the wardrobe. It was the only place in the house with decent signal and the only other place that wasn’t in the middle of nowhere was twenty minutes out. Telling myself I'd just listen to one voicemail to make sure everything was okay, I played the earliest message.

"Hey, Y/N. I'm sorry, I know you're on a break, but I just had to talk to you," it began, and Jane sounded troubled. "I was in Vegas, as you know, but I've been called out to a reservation in Wyoming where this poor girl was–" She paused, releasing a shaky breath. "She was raped and left to die out in the cold. I thought I could send in another team to take a look – y'know, usual protocol. But the coroner won't rule it a homicide and you know what that means."

I swallowed hard, knowing exactly what that meant. If it wasn't ruled a homicide, no backup would come and we had to move onto the next case. But if this girl was raped and left to die, the rapist was still out there and wasn't getting caught by the FBI.

"I can't just leave it and go," Jane continued quietly, with that recognisable passion for her job evident in her voice. "I have to do what I can. But I... I can't do this alone. It's not like other cases, Y/N. It's different out here. And there's only so much their police department can do. I know you're on a break, but I was hoping that, maybe, you could come out here and help me? It's the Wind River Indian Reservation. That's it, I guess. Bye."

The message ended and I found myself chewing on my lower lip anxiously, unable to think about anything other than Jane now. She'd worried me with that one voicemail alone – I couldn't imagine what the others said.

She was usually so good at dealing with cases, but this seemed different. She sounded shaken up, attempting to put on a brave face by the sounds of it. What was so different about this case? She didn't need me. She was capable.

Curiosity got the better of me and I played the second message, ignoring the discomfort in my arms as I stretched to maintain the signal. It was left a day after the first one.

"Hey, so I just remembered that you said you don't get much signal up there with your parents," she began apologetically. "I don't mean to– shit, it's so cold..." There was a pause, a noise in the background, then she continued, "Sorry, just turning up the heating. Anyway, I was saying. I don't mean to intrude on your break. I just– I'm hoping you'll find signal and hear this because I could really use your help. I think we've got a lead on who may have done it. It was hectic today. Really could've used that backup."

She chuckled dryly at her attempt at a joke, but all I felt was guilt. She sounded exhausted within a day of being there.

"I hope you get this," she finished with a sigh. "I should go. Got a busy day tomorrow. Hope you're doing okay. Bye."

I wasted no time in playing the next message. Three days into her case.

"I don't know why I keep sending these," she began with a hoarse voice, and my heart clenched at the sound of it. "You clearly aren't getting them in time. But it's easier talking to you like this than not at all."

It went quiet, so quiet that I thought she may have finished and forgot to hang up. But then she spoke up again, a whimper escaping her lips.

"It's so hard," she admitted. "We've covered worse cases, but this one... everything about it makes me uncomfortable. Something doesn't feel right. I've got a lead – we think it might be the boyfriend who did it and we're gonna see him tomorrow. But I don't know."

I frowned, squeezing my phone tightly because I didn't recognise the girl speaking as my friend. This girl sounded broken and I wondered what she could have discovered that made her like this.

"I've got the police department with me for backup," she said with a sniffle. "And Cory, he's a hunter whose been helping me with the case. They're all gonna be with me tomorrow. But I wish you were here, too. You always make things easier."

The lump in my throat wouldn't disappear no matter how many times I swallowed it. She made things easier, too. Always. And all I wanted to was be by her side and be there for her like she always was for me.

"Sorry about this," she said with a watery laugh, and I could imagine the embarrassed smile on her face as she did. "I sound like such an idiot. Never mind these messages. Just enjoy your break. I shouldn't be worrying you like this. See you when you get back."

The message ended and I checked to see if there were anymore, but to my disappointment, there wasn't. That message was from a few days ago and she hadn't sent anything since which was concerning in itself.

Trying not to panic for no reason, I called Jane. Hopefully everything was okay and I was being stupid. She was a fully-trained FBI agent. She could take care of herself. Right?

The call rang and rang, but nobody picked up. One missed call. No biggie. She probably heard it and couldn't find her phone or something. So, I tried again.

More ringing and no answer. Okay, no big deal. Just try again.

Another call and no answer. The chewing on my lip became more intense. Why the hell wasn't she picking up? Was she still working the case?

I waited an hour, trying again at ten minute intervals, unable to fight my concern. But there was no answer every time and I realised that I couldn't sit and wait for her to call back. Not after how she sounded in those voicemails.

No, I had to go there. She needed backup.

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Wyoming was way colder than I could have prepared for.

I mean, technically, I prepared for nothing. I bid my parents a goodbye, threw some random clothes in a bag and caught the next plane over there. I tried for Jane's phone constantly, knowing she was never one to ignore me for this long, but there was no point. She wasn't answering, which could only mean so much.

When I reached the reservation, I had no idea where anything was or what I was looking for exactly. I just knew that as soon as the taxi dropped me off in the centre of town, I didn't know where to go.

There were a lot of locals hanging around, so my first port of call was to ask them if they'd seen Jane around – or Agent Banner, as she may have introduced herself. I showed them a picture of her on my phone, described her with vivid detail, but they just stared at me like I was crazy. I was starting to believe I was at one point, until I stopped by the convenience store.

As worried as I was for Jane's whereabouts, the chill in my bones was real. Especially my hands, which I was certain would fall off any minute. So, I decided to buy some gloves and also ask the cashier if he'd seen Jane around or heard anything of her. Whilst I was doing that, a customer caught my attention, probably having overheard my conversation.

"Did you say Jane Banner?" he asked with a quirked brow, interrupting my purchase. "The FBI lady, right?"

I nodded quickly, facing him. "Yes, that's her! D'you know where she is?"

He nodded casually. "Yeah, she's in the hospital. That big shootout that happened a few days ago, right?"

My stomach dropped. "The what?"

"The shootout," he repeated, not aware of the concern in my face. "At the drill site. A bunch of officers were killed and the FBI lady was one of the only one left standing." He tutted as he shook his head. "Very lucky that one."

A shootout? The hospital? Only one left standing? No wonder she hadn't been answering her calls.

"Can you– do you–" I stopped, clearing my throat and trying to stop freaking out. "Which hospital?"

After getting the address from him, I caught a taxi to the only hospital in town and prayed to God that Jane was okay. The one thing she'd asked for was backup and I couldn't even give her that. If I'd just looked at my messages sooner... fuck.

Getting past the front desk and to Jane's room was no issue at all. A quick flash of my FBI badge was enough for the receptionist to give me the details and wave me through. My heart was constricting in my chest the longer it took. What if it was really bad? What if that customer's intel was outdated and Jane was– no. I couldn't afford to think like that.

Upon finding Jane's room, I spotted an older man leaving through the door, being careful to close it behind him. I didn't recognise him at all.

"Excuse me," I called, earning his attention. "Is that Jane Banner's room you just came from?"

He seemed surprised, glancing over his shoulder to make sure I was speaking to him, before nodding. "Yes. Sorry, who are you?"

I pulled my badge from my pocket and showed him, though I doubted anyone would take me seriously when my eyes were watering at thought of Jane being severely injured.

"I'm her friend," I said, swallowing down the lump in my throat before lowering my badge.

"Oh, you're the backup that didn't come," he said with realisation.

My eyes flickered to the floor guiltily. He wasn't exactly wrong.

"I didn't mean it like that," he added quickly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to upset you."

I shook my head, lifting my eyes to meet his. "It's okay. I should've... I should've been here." It went quiet as he didn't know what to say, so I looked to him halfheartedly. "I assume you're from the police department, one of the ones who helped Jane."

"Not exactly," he said, before putting out his hand for me to shake. "Name's Cory. I'm a hunter by trade."

Returning his handshake, I recalled Jane's voicemail. "Oh, yeah, she mentioned you... thank you for helping her out."

When I couldn’t, I added in my head.

He offered me a small smile and I couldn't find it in myself to return it. I must have looked like shit, since he gave me a pitiful gaze.

"You want me to catch you up before you go in?" he asked, nodding to Jane's door. "She's okay by the way."

I nodded, sucking up a breath. My nerves were eating away at me the longer I didn't see Jane – half of me was terrified of what I'd find, and the other half was afraid she'd be upset or angry because I left her to it, even when she pleaded for my help.

Cory and I took a seat down the hall and he proceeded to explain about the case and how they found the guy who raped that poor girl. The shootout was the worst bit, making me shiver with discomfort. Apparently, Jane had gotten blasted with a shotgun, puncturing her torso and neck despite the vest she wore. All of the officers with her were killed and by the sounds of it, Jane almost was, too. But Cory managed to take out the criminals and the rapist himself. When he was finished telling me, I had no words.

"She's a bit shaken up, but her surgery went well," Cory reassured with a short nod. "Does she know you're coming?"

I shook my head, voice thick with emotion. "She wouldn't answer her phone. I guess I know why now."

Cory nodded, rubbing the back of his neck before sparing me a consoling glance. "She talked about you a lot. I think it'll cheer her up seeing you. You should go."

My eyes met his, teary and stinging with unshed tears. "Thank you so much."

He shrugged bashfully, but he didn't realise all that he'd done. I gave him a small, tight smile before standing up with a sigh. No point dwelling anymore – I had to see her.

Pushing my selfish feelings aside, I sucked it up and approached Jane's room. She would either want to punch me or not, but either way, I had to see if she was okay. And so, when I opened the door slightly, heart racing in my chest, said heart jumped in my throat at the sight of her.

She was laying on the bed with wires stuck in her and, only from what I could see, bandages were covering the side of her neck. I thought she was sleeping at first, but then her head tilted towards the door curiously, and bright blue eyes widened with disbelief.

"Y/N?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. "What are you– how did you get here?"

I closed the door behind me and hesitantly approached her bedside, unable to stop my eyes from soaking in the sight of her. She looked so feeble and vulnerable and unlike how I saw her last. Then, Cory's words came back to me and I began to imagine the worst scenario of her getting shot, blood seeping from her wounds, the life draining from her eyes...

"Y/N," she called, and I looked to her startlingly, hoping I didn't look as troubled as I felt.

"Sorry," I said, clearing my throat. "I, er– the messages. Voicemail. I heard them and tried calling you back, but..."

She pursed her lips, exhaling with a wince and looking up at the ceiling, as if suddenly remembering she left messages in the first place.

"I'm sorry I didn't come sooner," I said quietly, guilt seeping back in.

"No, no, don't be," she said, and I just about noticed the pink dusting her cheeks. "It's not your fault. I shouldn't have interrupted your vacation like that. I know you said you wanted a break and–"

"Jane, no, don't even say that," I cut her off, reaching for her hand in an instant. She looked my way, eyes flickering between mine nervously. I squeezed her hand gently and said, "I should have been here. You needed me and I– I didn't come. Maybe if I had, this could have ended differently."

She tried to smile, but I could see the discomfort in her eyes. "It's not that bad, honestly. It just looks bad."

I pressed my lips together, eyes falling to the bandage on her neck. Even though it was big and covered her wound, I could still make out the bruising around it from the impact of the shell. I didn't imagine the torso wound looking any different, and that thought alone made me regret leaving her alone. It was very much as bad as it looked; I knew that and she knew that.

Her lips trembled as she avoided my eyes, her own tearing up. I pushed away my guilt momentarily and changed the subject.

"So, I met Cory. He seems like a great guy."

She didn't say anything as she seemed lost in thought. Either that or she was trying not to cry in front of me. I hoped it wasn't the latter, since the last thing I wanted was to make her feel uncomfortable.

"You know," I said, when she wouldn't speak, "I'm pretty sure I told you to stay safe before I left for my vacation."

At my poor attempt to lighten the mood, she cracked a small, tight smile, but a smile nonetheless, and my racing heart slowed down momentarily.

"I'm glad you're okay," I said, now that I had her attention again, and she looked my way with a softened expression. "Kind of okay. But you know... okay."

Thankfully, she knew what I meant and her hand tightened around mine.

"I'm glad you came," she returned, and I couldn't look away even if I tried. She was always able to trap me with a single gaze.

With a tug of her hand, she motioned for me to sit on the edge of her bed, so I did. And then she began to ask me about my vacation, what I'd been up to this past month, how my parents were... basically anything and everything except for the case. And it was understandable, since she was reminded of it all the time. If I could be a form of escapism for her, so be it. It was the least I could do.

We spoke for hours until the nurse came in to let me know visiting hours were over and I'd have to come back tomorrow. With a regretful sigh, I got up from my seat on her bedside and stretched my limbs.

"Where are you staying?" she asked, a slight frown on her lips.

I smiled awkwardly, realising I didn't think that far ahead. "I'm not gonna lie, I don't know. I came straight here. There's gotta be a hotel or something in this town, right?"

She nodded and flicked her hand to the shelves on the other side of the room. "You should stay in my room in the inn. Key's in my bag over there."

"Oh, I don't have to do that–"

"Y/N, it's not like I'm going to be staying there anytime soon," she cut me off, smiling halfheartedly. "Please."

I chewed on my lip and nodded, giving in. When I grabbed her keys from her bag, I stopped by her bedside and gave her a supportive smile.

"I'll back first thing in the morning, if you don't mind," I said, and she finally gave me a smile that reached her eyes.

"I'd like that."

I nodded, resting a hand on hers and squeezing comfortingly. "Goodnight."

—

Though I knew Jane was okay, I still couldn't stop myself from thinking about her all night. The sight of her wounds and the broken expression on her face was enough to keep me awake. And the guilt that came with it all... why couldn't I have just picked up my damn phone?

As promised, I returned to Jane's hospital room the next morning, this time bringing some breakfast snacks from the hospital cafeteria since I knew the food would be much better than whatever they were serving her. Judging by the content expression on her face when I gave it to her, I was right.

When she finished eating, she was able to sit up slightly and move over on her bed, urging for me to join her and watch some TV with her. There was no way I was going to turn down that offer, so I slid next to her and kept a packet of sliced apples between us as we watched whatever was playing on the TV.

About halfway through watching, she spoke up randomly, taking me by surprise.

"When are you leaving?"

I tore my gaze from the screen and realised she was staring at me with intense green eyes.

"When you're well enough to," I answered truthfully.

She looked down to her hands. "You don't have to stay with me. You can go."

I studied her profile, knowing it was the wrong time to appreciate how stunning she looked even when she was makeup-free, sporting a bed head and tired.

"Do you want me to go?" I asked softly, afraid I may have overstepped.

She was quick to shake her head slightly, finally lifting her gaze to meet mine with glossy ones. "No."

I nodded, trying very hard not to smile, cleared my throat and grabbed her hand. "Then I'm not leaving. I'll be right here until you get better and I can take you home."

A ragged breath escaped her lips as she nodded in response. We both looked back to the TV and I noticed she didn't let go of my hand, her fingers warm to the touch and giving me goosebumps at the contact. But I wouldn't have had it any other way.

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honeysidesarchived · 3 years

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WHERE THERE IS NO TEMPTATION, THERE IS NO GLORY.

⊱ a santino d'antonio / oc short-fic

interlude ii ( read on ao3 ) ( masterlist )

words: 2.4k

warnings: none really! just an impending, pervasive sense of doom.

rating: m/t

notes: so happy to have finally gotten this little interlude edited and pieced together! just more soft moments because they deserve it considering what's going to be coming up. thank you everyone who has been reading/interacting with this little love project of mine; it took a minute to get myself dug out of the trenches and posting bite-sized chapters because this is a short-fic is definitely doing something to me (lmao) but we're here!

as always you can find translations on ao3, where it's easier to store them in a place that doesn't get in the way.

There is very little time between when Santino cooks her dinner and when he moves her into his apartment. It happens without much acknowledgment from her; she finds herself swallowed up in moments of casual intimacy that break her down to nothing except a girl in love.

Santino wakes her up by kissing her neck and pulling her against his chest; she makes him dinner barefoot in the kitchen, all of the recipes that her mother taught her, and he drags his hand along her hip to reach over her into the cupboard; he stands still and obedient while Euphemia slides his tie into place, and when he zips her dress for her, he peppers her shoulder with kisses. He tolerates taking a walk through the park, even in the chilliness of late Fall or Winter, because Euphie can’t stand to not get some fresh air once a day. When one of her friends asks why he lets her bully him into the cold weather, he wraps his arms around Euphie with a sly smile and says, “How could I not, when I am the one who gets to warm her up after?”

He is an exceptionally tactile man. There is always a reason for him to touch her, trace each line of her, put his lips against her skin. Santi isn’t a man who loves; he covets. And Euphemia shouldn’t like it as much as she does, but she does. Her therapist says that it isn’t uncommon for a girl who grows up without touching to crave it, desperately, like an addiction.

So, she finds herself living in his loft to feed that addiction—which becomes their loft—and teaching him words in French, and feeding him olives while sauce simmers (and does not boil), and kissing the red-wine taste from his lips. It’s all very romantic and greatly overshadows the moments where Santino comes home raging mad, or when his bad mood takes over their conversation and stirs a fight between them. They’re both hot-headed—her more so than he—and he knows all of the ways to diffuse her while she knows none about him.

But it doesn’t matter, in the end; because Santino always kisses her, and always says, Mi dispiace, cara mi, ti amo, ti amo, ti amo, lip-locking between each break in words until her lungs ache.

Euphie has never wanted to be loved sensibly, anyway.

Making money stops becoming an issue. Santino might have been fine letting her wrap up her loose ends, so to speak, encourages her, even—“You should never leave business undone, my Euphie,”—but he’d never tolerate her continuing to skim out of the pockets of his associates. Not out of respect for them, of course, but because Santino is more than happy to provide.

“I have to do something,” Euphie insists, often. But Santino clicks his tongue and shakes his head, inspiring indignation in her. “That money goes to my mother, Santi.”

“Princesa, what are you worrying for?” He replies every time. In this instance, he is reading over some documents, his voice casual, simple, effective at bringing her to heel. “If your mama needs money, she’ll get it. Tutto quello che vuoi è tuo.”

Euphemia used to think that he was doing it to be generous, but as time goes on, she knows that isn’t the case. If Santino didn’t think he was benefitting from sending her mother money every month, he wouldn’t do it: but he does. Euphemia stops playing at arm candy for other powerful men; he endears himself to her by taking care of her mother; he endears himself to her mother; he’s afforded a sense of control. There is no facet of it where he isn’t getting something out of it. And she thinks, too, that maybe Santino likes it like this, where she is completely reliant on him for everything.

She doesn’t mind so much.

She would, if Santino didn’t drench her in his longing, if he didn’t make her feel, every day, that he is desperate to treasure her. She has always heard about this kind of love—and it is love—and never thought she would have it for herself.

But she does now, and she doesn’t want to let it go.

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“Tea or coffee, mama?”

Santino is busying himself in the kitchen. They’ve been together for a little over a year now, and they’re on a tour of Italy—not for fun, necessarily, but for integration. They have just spent the last week with Santino’s father and sister, and now they will spend the next two days in the Tuscan countryside with her mother.

Two days for her mother, instead of the week that they gave Santino’s father and sister, in part because his father deserves more time and in part because Euphemia doesn’t think she can tolerate her mother in much more than two-day increments.

“Coffee, please,” her mother says, very charmed by Santino.

“Tea,” Euphemia interjects. She looks at her mother—her face is tired, and older than she really is. Euphie knows that this is a side effect of heavy, abusive drinking and years spent in emotional terror, not the passage of time. Still, she finds it hard to drum up anything except distant pity in her heart. “You don’t need the caffeine.”

“Oh, you always ruin my fun.”

Santino re-enters the room with a small cup—it’s an espresso cup, but he’s poured it with regular coffee.

“A compromise,” Santi explains, handing the cup to her mother, smiling handsomely. “To make both of my girls happy.”

Her mother preens, glows under the affection. “You are so sweet, Santi. A perfect son-in-law.”

He has always called her and her mother his girls. His own mother had passed since before Euphemia; and while he knows that Euphie’s relationship with her mother is strained at best, he does what he can to ease it. Because it makes her happy, he says, and if she’s happy, he’s happy.

“Not yet a son-in-law,” Euphie corrects, and Santino flashes her a quick, amused little smile.

“You see how cruel she is to me, madonna? I have asked her to marry me, you know.”

“Santi,” Euphemia sighs, but it has had its desired effect; her mother looks scandalized, mortified at her daughter’s resistance to marrying a man as good and handsome and charming as Santino.

“Effie, tell me that you haven’t been bullying Santino like this?”

“Mama, there is no reason—he is just teasing. Ascoltami, you don’t need to look so horrified.”

“I do not know where I went wrong with you, Euphemia Sancia.” Her mother clicks her tongue, muttering something under her breath and taking a drink of the coffee Santi made her, and Euphemia can’t bring herself to say that not everything she has done wrong in her life is a slight against her mother’s parenting skills.

Santino smiles and leans across to Euphie, bringing her hand up to kiss it.

“Don’t worry,” he says to her mother, his voice blooming with practiced warmth. “I will ask her as many times as it takes for her to say yes.”

Euphemia feels her heart stutter painfully in her chest. She knows that he means it; he’s suggested it to her three times, now. It seems to be the only thing he doesn’t mind asking more than once.

“She’s always been fussy, my Euphemia,” her mother says, breaking the magic of Santino’s eyes on her. “Never happy with what she has, just like her father. Except for you, Santi—you are the only thing she holds onto.”

Exasperation and disgust flood over her. Both the mention of the man considered to be her father and any similarities they might share has her mood souring. “Mama—”

But Santino is sweeping in, like he always does when he can tell Euphie is getting tired of her mother, coming to a stand and asking her, “We should get started on dinner, cara mia, don’t you think?”

Just like that, he’s taken control of the conversation again. He sees her flailing and steadies her. Euphemia is certain that he doesn’t love her mother—that he doesn’t even like her—but that he can spend his time tolerating her with charm and grace despite knowing what her mother allowed to go on under their roof is indicative of the man that Santino is.

“Yes,” she replies, standing as well. “You look tired, mama. Take a rest while Santi and I make dinner.”

She wanders into the kitchen with Santino trailing after her. As soon as they’re alone, he winds his arms around her waist and kisses the juncture between her shoulder and neck.

“Is it true?” he asks coyly. “That you don’t hold on to anything except for me?”

She doesn’t want to tell him very much, because he knows already, and because to say it out loud will give it legs. A year together, and she still doesn’t want her feelings for him to have legs. Santino splays his fingers against her sternum and kisses her jaw.

“You know that it is,” she says at last, her voice a little unsteady. She can feel Santi smiling against her skin.

“Euphie,” he purrs, “marry me.”

Yes, she wants to say, as her eyes flutter shut. Yes, I’ll marry you, Santi. Anything that you ask. I’ll do anything for you, if you would just keep saying my name like that.

She wants to say it but the words won't come out. There is nothing quite like the feeling of Santino peeling back each individual layer of her defenses, piece by piece; so close, she knows, he is so close, but not quite. Not yet. She is most comfortable keeping him at arm’s length as much as possible—to kiss and to fuck and to let someone hold you at night is one thing. To let someone in past the barbed-wire of defenses is yet another, impossibly reckless. To be seen feeling anything deranges you, as the poets like to say.

“Sancia, hm?” he continues instead, when she can’t bring herself to answer, as the words stick in her throat. It’s one of those things where Santino seems to exercise a surprising amount of patience, this whole ordeal of to marry or not to marry; later, Euphemia will come to understand that it is because Santino believes their life together to be inevitable, that she will always say yes to him, one way or another.

For now, she turns in his arms, cocking a brow at him. He continues, “It means sacred.”

Euphemia nods sagely and props herself up on the counter. “Buon ascolto, my love. I suppose that means you should work very hard to worship me well.”

Santino laughs. He leans in, trapping her against the counter—though it isn’t much of a trap if she’s a willing participant—and noses the slope of her jaw.

“Yes,” he murmurs, “I suppose that it does.”

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On the last leg of their tour of families, Santino insists that they spend a few days in Rome by themselves.

The days are used mostly for doing a lot of nothing; neither of them are particularly interested in sight-seeing, but rather interested in seeing each other, a thing which they don’t seem to tire of particularly quickly. Instead, they shop, or lay in bed together until the afternoon, or go out to eat when street lights kick on and the city takes on a life of its own.

“You are much happier, Euphie,” Santino says one evening, smoothing out his napkin on the table absently, “when you are not around your mother.”

It’s not a question, per se, though she knows that he expects an answer. But she is still young and a little petulant, and she likes to push his buttons and make him say exactly what it is he means, so she takes a sip of her wine and replies, “Yes.”

He arches a brow at her. He looks particularly handsome like this, she thinks—not around his family, just eating dinner in a streetside restaurant in Rome, illuminated in warm candlelight and the glow of the streetlights outside.

“Are you going to tell me why?” he asks, amusedly.

“If you ask.” Euphemia sets her wine glass down on the table, and when Santino reaches for her hand, she lets him take it, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. “But it is so boring, Santi, to talk about my mother. Why don’t you ask me about something else?”

The brunette’s mouth is curving in a little smile. “Like…?”

“Like…” Euphie gestures with her free hand, like she has to really think about it. “Euphie, how did I get so lucky to have a woman like you? That is a good place to start. Or, what will you do with me once you get me back to the hotel? Or, Euphie, will I ever be so fortunate as to call you my wife?”

Santino laughs, leaning into their conversation, bringing her fingers up to kiss them. He has long lashes; soft, and dark, and they brush the tops of his cheekbones when his eyes close. Santino glances from her fingers up to her, that boyish grin on his face.

“I already know the answers to the first and last question,” he says casually, like it’s no big deal, but he’s grinning wickedly at her when he says it. She scoffs.

“Dimme poi,” Euphie insists. “I am dying to know, Santi.”

His expression is very sage, very wise, and he nods his head. “Il destino,” he says, winding their fingers together, “e tra un anno.”

There is something very heart-stopping about the way Santino articulates il destino, as though it is fact, as though there is something undeniable about their coming together.

“How do you know?” she asks. “In a year?”

“Because if you do not want to marry me by then,” Santino replies matter-of-factly, “then I am certainly not suited for marriage at all.”

She rolls her eyes, taking a drink of her wine and savoring the way his eyes trail over her, admiring, drinking her in.

“Well?” he prompts. She looks at him expectantly, and he reiterates, his gaze set on her, “What will you do with me once you get me back to the hotel, belladonna?”

Euphemia feels her heart stutter painfully in her chest when he looks at her like that; like she is the only person in the entire universe, like she has become the sun that snags him in her planetary pull, like he will never, ever grow tired of looking at her. It sweeps the breath out of her.

“Anything, mio amato,” she murmurs. “Anything you want, if you promise to never stop looking at me like that.”

#john wick fic #santino d'antonio/original female character #santino d'antonio #c: euphemia volpe #f: where there is no temptation there is no glory #spilled ink #john wick oc #i'm fine we're fine this is all fine nobody panic #gonna #q #this so that i can pretend i don't see it djhfbjdf #x: senza tentazioni senza onore

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catzula · 4 years

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(Don't) Let me be the judge of that

a/n: enemies to lovers w Osamu. Nothing more to say.

genre: mostly fluff, enemies to lovers au, fem!reader

warnings: Osamu being an ass in the beginning, swearing, mentions of social anxiety, 5.6k

《Synopsis: Osamu Miya is too judgemental for his own good, never accepting he's simply wrong. You're here to change that.》

Osamu Miya had a habit of judging people. It would take him one look and a few seconds to decide whether he liked someone or not, the answer often being the latter. But the worst part was just how stubborn and maybe a bit self-centered Osamu was. He trusted himself a little too much, and it was impossible to change his opinion of someone after he had made up his mind, and if he didn't like someone, that was it, he would never grow to like them.

Or so everyone -including Osamu himself- thought until you entered his life.

You weren't surprised to feel the brown pair of eyes looking your way when your professor announced the project was in pairs. "Decide on your partners until the end of the hour and give me a list of the groups." He told the class and leaned back in his chair.

"Y/N!" You heard him before you saw him, a mop of bleached blond hair coming into your view right after. "Hi, Atsumu." You offered him a smile as you pocketed your phone, tilting your head when he frowned in response. "I already told you, Y/N, it's 'Tsumu to you!"

"Why?" You sighed annoyedly. Having had the conversation once before, you knew damn well he wouldn't stop until you did what he wanted, but you still chose to resist.

"Because," the boy whined, "it's a sign of our friendship. Only my friends and 'Samu call me that, and I want you to call me by my nickname, too." You chose not to talk about how he excluded his twin from his friends, knowing that would only lead to another argument.

"Who even came up with this stupid name? It doesn't make any sense, it's only one syllable shorter, and it's even harder to say!" Atsumu's warm-brown eyes narrowed. "It's not stupid!" He protested, pouting until you gave up.

"Okay, okay, whatever. 'Tsumu-kun. There, happy?"

"Tsumu." The blond corrected with a grin.

"Kun." You added (to rile him up)

"Only Tsumu, goddammit! We're close enough."

"Are we, though? We only know each other for... what? A week?"

"A month!" Atsumu gasped as he corrected you. "And it doesn't matter how long we know each other, okay? It's a matter of how well we connect." His frown got deeper when you made a face, muttering something about him being cheesy, so he decided to switch strategies.

"But you always call me by my name when we're alone, Y/N-chan." Words spoken as flirtatiously as possible, Atsumu never missed the chance to tease you.

"A-atsumu, what the fuck, don't make it sound weird!" You exclaimed, already aware of the murmurs starting to spread around the room and the eyes turning on you both.

"There we go," Atsumu grinned when he heard his name falling from your lips, "wasn't that hard, was it?"

"You just had to be a little shit." You sighed, and his grin only spread wider. "I am a little shit, aren't I? Thank god I'm handsome. Anyway, I'm writing our names down."

"It feels like we're getting married, seeing our names standing next to each other like this." He sighed, wiping the nonexistent tears from the corner of his eyes as he handed the paper to the person sitting behind you. You heard someone gasp at his words, and you never wanted to hit someone with a chair this much in your life.

"Shut the hell up!" You whisper-yelled, only feeling your anger growing when he sent you an innocent look. "What? I'm just saying-"

"I swear to god," You flared, "I'll tell everyone that one time you ran out of the library screaming when you saw a cockroach if you don't shut up." His grin disappeared as soon as you spoke the words, eyes widening and mouth shutting.

"You promised to never talk about it!" You had to admit that it did feel powerful to see him so panicked, face flushed, the sleazy look that was almost always in his eyes nonexistent and replaced with something similar to fear.

"It's up to you wether I talk about it or not." You shrugged.

~~~

"Woah, you look tired." You heard a familiar voice say as he plopped right next to you on the bench, holding a homemade bento in his hands, wrapped too neatly to be made by him.

"And whose fault is that?" You muttered, trying to conceal your murderous intent towards him. Even just thinking about your day gave you headaches. You groaned when he shrugged, focusing on unwrapping the bento box. "Yours, idiot!"

"What did I d-" You winced when he spoke after taking a big spoon of rice and showing you everything that was in his mouth.

"Your fans wont let me be! Ever since we started hanging out, it's almost like I'm being harassed."

"That's not necesarrily my fault." Atsumu shrugged, proceeding with another bite of his food.

"It is, actually. I know you like to tease me, but if you keep saying shit like 'oh look our names together, feels like we're getting married' or that fucking 'you call me by my name when we're alone' you make it worse! You know how many people came up to me and asked if we were sleeping? One even asked me if we were engaged! We've known each other for two weeks, for god's sake!"

"A month." Atsumu corrected, shutting up when you sent him a look. "That's not even the worst part. Whenever I don't give an answer, or the answer they want to hear from me, people start to-"

They started to get mean. Some even insulted you without batting an eye, speaking of how you weren't even pretty, that you had to be sleeping with Atsumu to be near him, and many fucking more.

"What?" He asked. "People started to what?" You knew he could sense how tense you were starting to get, but you always started to fight with him whenever he asked if people were bothering you, never answering his question, despite the answer being obvious.

"Nothing, its just frustrating." You shrugged, taking a bite out of your meal to stop yourself from talking -or crying-.

"Look, I can guess what's going on." Atsumu sighed, "and the only reason I can think of of you not telling me what's happening is that you don't want me to interfere, but you should tell them to piss off, already." He advised you the same stupid sentence he had been advising the past few days, ever since he noticed how his fans acted towards you.

"Yeah, thanks for the advice, jackass. It would be easier if you stopped being so extra." You muttered into your cup full of coffee, feeling a tinge of guilt, putting the whole blame on him and not admitting you probably should tell people to mind their business already.

But you just weren't the type of person that was comfortable with talking to people you didn't know or know well enough, and you certainly weren't going to tell people to 'piss off' so comfortably.

You gulped when he sighed. "Okay, sorry, you're right, and I went overboard. But I gotta go to training now. It'll end around 5 p.m, so come to my place at 6?" He raised to his feet as he took one last sip of his drink when he finished his food.

"And if anyone asks you if we're married again, you have my permission to say yes." He grinned, patting your hair twice before you rolled your eyes, but couldn't stop a giggle from escaping your lips. "Oh, thank you, gracious lord." You cried out dramatically, scoffing when he pinched your cheek. "Exactly."

~~~

"I'm going into shower." Atsumu announced as Osamu shuffled through the fridge.

"And?" The grey-haired twin asked from the fridge without pulling back, locating the eggs, and taking some out. "Do you want my help or something?

He expected an equally sarcastic comment from his brother, lifting his head as he closed the door of the fridge. "Cook for 3 today, a friend's coming over." He heard him say instead.

"A friend?" Osamu quirked his brow, ready to laugh given the punchline, but it never came.

"Yep." His twin answered instead, popping the p like some idiot middle schooler. "She's nice, you'll like her." He grinned, and Samu was already sure that wouldn't be the case. "Is this the girl ya can't stop talking about?"

Osamu couldn't say he wasn't interested since it was rare to see his brother drawn to anything but himself and volleyball, especially not to a girl. And judging by how Atsumu spoke about you, it was evident he had a particular liking to you.

The smug grin on Atsumu's face gave Osamu his answer, to which he grimaced. "don't wanna hear a fucking sound."

"She's coming over to study, you pervert! We have a project together."

"Yeah, whatever, I said what I said." Osamu shrugged, turning his back to Atsumu and started to chop the vegetables, unable to shake off the unlucky feeling pooling in his stomach.

~~~

"Oi, shit-head, does yer friend have any allergies or somethin'?" Osamu knocked on the bathroom door that had steam coming from the gap beneath it. He waited as Atsumu closed the water. "Eh, I'm not sure."

"Yer not sure? How long do you even know her?"

"A month." Atsumu answered, turning the water back on. A month? It wasn't like Atsumu didn't get close to a girl he knew for such a short time, but Osamu had never, ever seen Atsumu bring a girl home.

"Hurry up, already, what the hell are you even doing in there?!" Osamu shouted, knocking on the bathroom door and holding back an urge to kick down the door when he heard the happy humms of his brothers.

"Oi, idiot, I'm telling you- goddammit." He clenched his teeth when he heard the doorbell.

"Hurry up or you're not eating." Osamu knocked one last time before he rushed to the door to let you in.

He opened the door without thinking of opening the lights as well, and since it was well after the sun had set, he couldn't see what you looked like, but he knew he wasn't expecting- well, you.

You were bent forward, trying to undo the messy knot your shoelaces had formed when the door opened. Sending a glance at the silhouette standing at the door, you turned your attention back to untying the mess your shoes were.

"Hey, Atsumu." You muttered without taking another look, assuming it was Atsumu who had greeted you. You didn't see how Osamu's face soured, dark-grey eyes narrowing at your form with some hostility he couldn't help.

In your defense, the light wasn't on, and you hadn't taken a good look at the boy standing before you, so it wasn't exactly your fault for not realizing it was Osamu, right?

No.

Strike one.

Osamu hated when people mixed him with Atsumu. Did they not see the bright platinum gray hair, clearly different from his twins piss colored one? Osamu hadn't dyed his hair for the sake of looking nice, and he certainly hadn't sat in the hairdresser for hours long just to get mixed up with his twin again.

You had noticed your mistake as soon as you stood up and looked at the tall figure staring at you, leaning on the door frame and his arms tied on his chest almost defensively. "O-oh," Osamu heard you mutter softly, not sure as to why your voice sent goosebumps down his arms. "You're not Atsumu."

The somewhat disappointed tone of your voice made him furrow his brows. The smile you had on your lips dropped as soon as you locked eyes with the grey ones, familiar yet strange, and Osamu could feel himself getting more irked by the second.

The truth was, you weren't exactly disappointed, mostly embarrassed and a little surprised, although the unsatisfied look his eyes held kept making you even more nervous. He waited as your eyes wandered over his face, over the scowl resting on his lips, looking so mean and hostile, you found yourself taking a defensive step away from him.

"I- uh," Osamu's scowl didn't move an inch when you forced a smile at him, and you checked the time on your phone to break the eye contact. "Atsumu told me to come by at 6, and... is he- is he home?"

"Yeah," The boy talked for the first time, and you noticed how his voice was deeper than his twin's. It was nicer, too, you thought. "He's in the shower, though he should be-"

"Y/N, you're here!" You heard the twin you were familiar with speak your name, standing in the entrance, hair still wet and dripping with excess water.

"Don't get cocky, I'm here for the project." You rolled your eyes with fake annoyance, unsuccessful at hiding your smile. Osamu felt something in him shift as he watched the change in your demeanor, feeling- what, jealous?

"You met 'Samu?" Atsumu approached you, not missing the tension hanging in the air. "Y/N, this is the inferior twin, 'Samu, as you can also tell. And 'Samu, this' Y/N." He introduced you, making you laugh awkwardly, but Osamu kept his glower.

"Don't mind him, he can be an asshole sometimes." Atsumu whispered at you, which anyone even passing by outside the house could hear. "Look at who's talking." You told him with a snarky quirk of a brow, making Atsumu frown. "Mean."

The blond pulled you towards the living room, making you settle on the couch and plopping next to you. Osamu caught the glance you sent his way when he didn't sit, leaning against the wall that was across you, instead, and you found he still had that frown that seemed to be imprinted on his face.

Osamu's frown was deepening on his lips at how comfortable you looked next to Atsumu, the friendly banter you had the exact opposite of how uncomfortable you looked next to Osamu. Maybe it was the natural competitiveness that came with having a twin, but Osamu hated this feeling. Why couldn't you smile at him like that, too? Yeah, maybe he was acting like a dick, but wasn't Atsumu also?

"Go dry your hair, idiot, you'll get sick!" Osamu heard you tell his twin, watching you hit him with the nearest pillow. "Hm?" Atsumu turned to you with a grin, leaning towards you for easy access to his hair. "I thought ya could do it for me?"

Osamu watched you with interest as you glared at his twin with annoyance. "I hope you get sick." You narrowed your eyes at him. "If you keep this attitude around other people, I'll kick you."

"Alright, alright, I won't flirt with ya when other people are around." Atsumu grinned, and Osamu felt his appetite vanishing. "I'll just leave." He muttered to himself, closing the door behind him just after hearing your answer to his twin.

"Don't flirt with me, ever?"

You had spoken it with such genuine annoyance that if you had listened closely, you could hear Osamu laughing from the other side of the door.

So, the meeting with his twin was anything but successful.

Osamu was very blunt with how much he hadn't liked you, his glare reminding you of the ones Atsumu had whenever his fans approached him, cold and cruel.

Grey was clearly the superior choice, though, that you found yourself thinking as you gazed at the blond. "What? Lost in my handsomeness?" Atsumu teased you when he noticed you weren't paying attention to the project. You had to hold yourself back physically before you said something along the lines of how his twin was hotter, but you knew he wouldn't talk to you ever again, so you shut your mouth and took the teasing.

Luckily, Osamu was barging through the door before Atsumu could continue, bored-looking eyes finding you two where he had left you. "Dinner's ready." He told you and left the room.

"Food," Atsumu salivated, jumping on his feet the moment he heard his brother, ready to sprint to the kitchen. You shuffled awkwardly in your place when you felt his warm-brown gaze on you, expecting you to stand up, as well, and eat.

"I- uh," you muttered. "I'm not really hungry, and I ate before I came here." Lies. "Can't we just finish this project instead?"

Strike two.

Just as he started to think you weren't horrible, Osamu gasped from the other side of the wall when he heard you (the walls were thin), his teeth clenching in annoyance. Really? Did you prefer doing a fucking project over his food? The food he had cooked?

Osamu was never a forgiving person, but this- this was something he could never forgive, he decided on the spot.

"Oh, come on, stop bein' a baby." Atsumu told you, pulling you by your hand on your legs, he knew you well to understand you were hesitating to go there because of his brother. Or more as he was making you nervous and you would rather not eat than go in his presence. "Osamu's the best cook around, you'll see." He joked so you could relax a little, making you giggle nervously.

Strikeout.

Osamu flinched at the words, eyes narrowing on you as you entered the kitchen. Did you doubt his abilities?

You thanked the boy as he placed your plate in front of you, steaming hot food, smelling so good that you wanted to bury your face in it, but the grey gaze hovering over you was making you so nervous that it made it impossible for you to take even a small bite.

"Do ya like it?" Atsumu asked you, noticing how you were nudging the food with your fork without eating. You flinched in your place, your friends' voice pulling you out of your thoughts and back to reality, to which you mustered a smile and nodded. "Yeah! Yeah, it's- it's delicious. Thank you." You turned back to Osamu, who scoffed at your words, causing you to frown.

You could tell he didn't like you one bit, even though you weren't sure as to why, but you discarded the thought. He was free to like or dislike you, which, in this case, was the latter, though it stung a little since you thought he seemed nice when- well, when he didn't frown at you.

He seemed like the type you would either get along or hate mutually.

He had obviously chosen the latter, and both Atsumu and you could feel the almost hateful air coming from Osamu as he glanced at you with a disinterested, blank face. "Did ya have a bad day or something, 'Samu?" Atsumu broke the silence, and you felt like you could finally take a breath. "You look like someone kicked ya in the nuts."

"Fuck off, 'Tsumu."

"Nah, you've been acting like a dick all day. What's with ya today?"

"I said fuck off!" Osamu warned his twin another time, this time successfully silencing the blonde.

"Thank you," You broke the awful silence that followed Osamu's voice. "The food was delicious." You told him after you finished your food. You could still feel his gaze over you as you placed your plate in the sink and retreated to the living room.

"Your brother didn't like me very much, did he?" Osamu heard you mutter to his brother after he had left, too, feeling a fracture of guilt in his chest as he caught the disappointment in your voice.

"It's just... 'Samu. Don't worry about it." Atsumu told you, closing the door behind you.

Osamu was hesitant to knock on the living room door.

It had been about two hours since you had gone in, and knowing his brother- he couldn't be sure as of what's to happening.

"Oi, 'Tsumu!" He barged in the room, discarding the thoughts before he gave up.

"Shut up." Atsumu whispered, eyes lifting from his phone screen for a second and glancing at you. You, who was lying on the sofa and- sleeping?

"She fell asleep." Atsumu grinned at his brother's questioning gaze. "I'll carry her back to the car. Can you drive her home?"

Osamu didn't hold back his snicker when Atsumu's voice dropped volume as he asked the favor from his brother, still not able to admit to himself the defeat.

"Your hair is still wet, idiot," Osamu mumbled, his eyes wandering over your figure. "And I will not take care of you if you go out and get sick."

"What?" Atsumu grinned mockingly. "Are you gonna carry her then? Be a hero for the girl you've been acting like an ass all day? What the fuck was up with you today?"

"I don't like her." Osamu shrugged.

"She's not the kind of girl you think of her as." Atsumu quickly responded, already aware of what his twin had decided about you. Atsumu knew Osamu too well, his stubbornness even more, so he wasn't exactly surprised when he shrugged.

"Let me be the judge of that, and I don't have to like her."

"Whatever, you do you. But you know, you don't have to dislike her just because she's my friend, too."

Osamu stood silent, eyes falling back on you. He knew Atsumu was partly right, but he had his reasons not to like you, right? Osamu pocketed his car keys, nodding at his twin and lifting you off the couch.

Atsumu grinned at the audible gulp his twin took when you shifted uncomfortably in Osamu's arms, snuggling your body closer to him, your hand fisting his shirt unconsciously.

You woke up with Osamu hovering over you, and it took you a second or two to notice you were in a car and he was tying your seatbelt. He was so close, yet so careful not to touch you, his smell -a different perfume than his brother's- filling your newly awakened senses with him, him, him. Your eyes met his when he tied it and pulled back, a brow quirking up as his frown settled on his lips.

"Did I wake you up?" He muttered as he retreated to his seat, running his fingers through his hair as he fixed his mirror, pushing back the few stray strands back from his face. Osamu turned back to you when you stood quiet, a sarcastic smile quirking his lips upwards, but it fell as soon as you talked.

"Wh- uh, where's Atsumu?"

Osamu clenched his teeth, not knowing why it angered it so much that his twin was the first thing that came to your mind as soon as you woke up.

"Home." Osamu gritted through his teeth. "I'm dropping you home, 'Tsumu gave me the address."

He glanced at you when you stood silent. "He doesn't have a license." Osamu couldn't help but add, a feeling stirring in him when you laughed at that. "So he failed the exam and you passed? That must've been a blow on his ego."

"Oh, you have no idea." Osamu found himself laughing with you.

Silence. He could feel your growing anxiety, and you could tell he was nervous as well, the taps of his fingers on the stirring wheel echoing in the car. His hair reflecting the colors coming from the road, yellow, red, and green, the features of his face illuminated, you thought he looked too handsome to be true.

"Why are you friends with him?" Osamu blurted out after a few seconds of silence, but the question didn't seem to surprise you. "Why is anyone friends with anyone?" You teased.

"Atsumu isn't exactly the type people wanna be friends with."

"Hm," he heard you humm thoughtfully, not answering the question. "If we're asking questions, well, here's one. Why don't you like me?"

He could feel your light gaze on him as he kept his eyes on the road. It wasn't if he liked you or not, but you asked him why. He found himself wondering where that annoying meak girl he had met inside went. "And you don't like me."

"No," you answered honestly, which he found amusing. "You're mean."

"And 'Tsumu isn't?"

He turned to you when you shrugged. "Well, Atsumu is, too. But there is a difference, you know."

"And what is that?"

"He's a naturally mean person." You explained as if it made perfect sense. "He's just mean, he doesn't try to be meaner or nicer. You, on the other hand," you looked at him. "I don't think you're naturally mean, not as much as him, at least. I think you're purposefully being mean, and thats why I don't like you."

You met his eyes when Osamu turned his eyes from the road to you when the car stopped at the red light, grey eyes glistening with reds and yellows from the road. Your eyes followed the small smile that appeared on his lips, and you couldn't help yourself from thinking how soft they looked. How much more handsome he looked with a smile, even with one as cruel as he had now.

"I just don't like you." He told you with as much spite as possible, not sure why he was deliberately trying to hurt you. His brows furrowed when you laughed at his answer, instead.

"You certainly aren't the first."

"What does that mean?" He asked without missing a beat, the tension now almost solidifying in the air. His heart was hammering in his chest, eyes watching your smiling lips as he waited for your next words, your chest heaving in sync with his, and you were so close, so close that if he leaned even just a little-

"You only met me today, Osamu-kun." He felt goosebumps climbing his back as he heard his name from your lips for the first time. "You know me for what, a few hours at most, and here you are telling me you just don't like me." The cynical tone of your voice made him send you a glare, his hands working over the gear when the red illuminating the car turned green.

"People like you do this a lot, you know. Judge people by one or two mistakes they do, not even anything major, but things you don't like, and deem them unworthy of your time. And how much I hate it when they boast about it, too. What, do you think you're so perfect? Don't you ever make any mistake?"

"People like me?" Osamu repeated, uncharasterically silent after all those words you had spat. "Yeah, shallow people." You answered, but you weren't looking at him anymore as you tapped the window instead. "We're here."

You were silent as he stopped the car, pulling to the side, and watched you open the door. "You know," he finally spoke, rolling down his window before you were too far. "You say I judge people so quickly, but you did a full-blown analysis just now, and you say I'm the one to judge quick?"

"Tell me, Osamu." You bent forward a little, leveling your face with his. "If you can promise me that you didn't think, ah, I know this type of girl, even once tonight, I'll take it all back and apologize to you."

You smiled when he stood quiet.

"Goodnight, Osamu. Thank you for the ride." You told him before walking back to your house.

"Ya know, with the amount of time you spend here, you may as well move in." Osamu told you gruffly, eyeing you from his side of the couch. Your eyes followed him as he took a bite out of his food, adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"I'll move in as soon as you leave." You answered with a fake smile, turning your eyes away from his as soon as you realized you were staring, hoping he hadn't noticed, but he had.

"Yer sure ya want me to leave?" He quirked a brow at you, making you grimace. "Never been more sure."

It had been about a month since you met Osamu, and it was like this ever since. Osamu never missed the chance to take a jab at you, or he couldn't sleep. You never backed down from it either, the fights going back and forth until either Atsumu got bored and pulled you away or one of their friends called you out.

You didn't enjoy it like they thought you did. In fact, it was getting tiring and annoying, but you couldn't stop yourself from taking a jab at Osamu whenever he shot you a remark.

He looked at you when you sighed, brows quirking up in a silent question. "When's Atsumu gonna be here?"

Atsumu had told you to come to his place that day, telling you he would be there in a few minutes after you and he had something to do, but as always, he was late at least an hour, and you were now stuck with his brother.

"I'll just go home and meet you up later." You had told the blonde, but he had insisted you stay.

"Have you ever seen 'Tsumu come somewhere not at least two hours late? I bet he won't be here for at least an hour more." Osamu chuckled. "I'm hungry." He added right after, eyes finding yours.

"And? You need me to cook?" You snickered, not expecting him to stay silent, looking at you for a few more seconds and rolling his eyes as he turned around and went to the kitchen.

Your brows furrowed in confusion at the antic. Surely Osamu wasn't- he wasn't asking you if you wanted something, was he?

"At least open a movie or something as we wait." Osamu muttered from the kitchen.

"Do you have something on mind?" You asked, feeling weird at how soft he suddenly was acting. "No, pick one."

"Okay," you muttered to yourself, emphasizing the 'o'. You thought of opening a volleyball match, Atsumu always liked it when you did, and maybe he would- no, why were you even thinking of what he would like? He told you to open whatever, hadn't he?

Still, despite reasoning with yourself, you were jittery as you opened a random comedy show from Netflix. Trying to focus your thoughts on the show playing, you did your best not to think about the silver-haired boy inside, failing miserably by how your mind wandered to him and the odd way he was acting today.

"Say, ya never gave me an answer as to why yer friends with 'Tsumu." He entered the room, carrying a tray with two plates and forks inside. The crooked smile on his lips was making your heart beat twice as fast, even though you didn't want to admit it, and the way he focused on holding the tray on balance, the slight crease between his furrowed brows. Osamu Miya was too handsome for his own good.

"Thanks," you muttered half-heartedly as you took the plate from him, not even aware it was an olive branch he was sticking out. Osamu's face fell when you didn't spare him or his food another look. "You never gave me an answer of why you don't like me, so I guess we're even." You laughed, smile wavering when he didn't laugh along.

He sighed, eyes glancing at you and then back at his hands. It made you antsy, making you feel like something was wrong.

"You chose this to watch?" He turned back to the not answering you. He shifted in his place when you hummed, "I can change it i fyou want." The way he hadn't made fun of your choice of the movie yet, was too uncharacteristic of him.

"No, its okay." He answered instead, ending the conversation -if you could even call this one. You ate in silence, tv playing in the background, though neither of you cared of it, your gaze meeting now and then until you couldn't take it.

"What is wrong with you?" You couldn't help but blurt out, turning the TV off and facing him. You watched him as he quirked his brow up, looking at you questioningly even though he knew what you meant.

"What is wrong with me?" He repeated.

"Why are you being nice?"

He turned back to face the tv after a beat of silence, looking somewhat... shy? What the-

"Wh-what was that?" You asked when he mumbled something, the answer so silent that it was inaudible. "I said," Osamu repeated, eyes still focused on his plate. "You told me you didn't like me because I- uh, I was rude."

His voice was still uncharacteristically quiet, but this time you heard him loud and clear. That didn't mean you understood it, though.

"What do you mean?" He heard you ask, your voice laced with something resembling suspicion, you scoffed when he stood quiet, standing up to your legs and picking your plate off from the table. "If you're trying to tell me you want me to like you, I'm not buying it."

"You're not buying it?" He repeated, mirroring your movements and standing up, making you realize how much taller he was than you. The way he was looking at you- what was it, hurt? No, it couldn't be. Anger would be more like it.

"Is there no way of winning with you?" He asked, following you to the kitchen and placing his plate a little too roughly on the counter. "You say you don't like me because I'm rude. I try to be nice and you fucking ask me what's wrong with me? What do you want me to do, disappear?"

Now, there was no denying that Osamu was, indeed, hurt, as his face soured when you stood quiet, staring at him blankly at his question. "So you hate me this much." He muttered to himself, running his fingers through his hair.

"I don't know why you expected me to like someone who has been nothing but rude to me since the moment we met." You shrugged, but a part of you wanted to tell him it was a lie, and despite everything that you- well, you liked him.

The glare he sent your way was enough to make you choke on the breath you took, taking a step forward to you, close enough for you to feel dizzy with his scent.

"Well, that concludes it, I guess. This was stupid, anyway." Osamu muttered, but he was so close- so close that you could almost feel the heat radiating from him, your eyes fixated on his lips, and if you just leaned forward- a few millimeters was all there was.

"What was- what was stupid?" You whispered, noticing his gaze was also wandering on your lips. Your heart suddenly started thundering in your chest, and you couldn't even ask yourself what's happening? What are you doing?

"This," Osamu breathed against your lips, his gaze so intense over you that it sent chills down your spine. He finally leaned forward, doing what you wanted but couldn't do, the word "apologizing," being the last thing you hear before you felt his lips on yours.

It was a soft kiss, nothing similar to how you thought Osamu would kiss -not that you had thought on it, or so you told yourself-, this kiss was deeper, irrational, amazing.

"Do you always apologize to people by kissing them?" You asked when he pulled back, smirking at the way your chest heave, feeling a tinge of pride at how breathless he had left you.

"Hm?" He hummed, not wiping that damn smirk off of his face, it even grew wider when he noticed you pressing your fingers on your lips, still in shock, "I don't apologize to people."

It was true.

No one had ever seen Osamu Miya change his opinion about something, about someone. He would never admit he was wrong yet apologize.

But here he was, standing before you -just as breathless as you were- apologizing.

"Maybe you should apologize more." You told him with a sly smile, to which he happily complied.

"I wanted to make peace." He told you, sitting on the couch right beside you, refusing to look at you, though. "I've been trying to act nice for a while now, but you seem to- you don't like that."

"A while?" You repeat. "You were never nice to me!"

"I was trying." His brows furrowed at your protest. "But you always had something snarky to say, and I couldn't just stay silent, could I now?"

"But- what? You were always the one who started them!"

"Was I?" He asked, giving you the time to think, watching your face in disbelief fall into a look of 'fuck, he's right.'

It was you who started the fights, despite thinking it was him all this time. Upon recognizing that, you started to see the times he actually was nice to you, which you had always discarded or turned a blind eye.

Biting your lip guiltily, your turned to him. "I might... owe you an apology." You muttered, very aware of how his eyes glinted, gaze falling back on your lips. "Well," he told you, smiling. "I can't disagree."

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