#liv dropping out of residency?

[mastermicd-arch]

reminder that im convinced izombie is just set in a zombie au verse of greys 

[altsvu]

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🧞Barba + 53 from the smut prompt list (re: tattoo) please & thanks! 💜

tattoo ridden

pairing: rafael barba x fem!reader

prompt used: “Is that a tattoo?” from the 100 smut prompt list!

wc: 700

summary: your first time having sex with rafael is a magical one, and when he notices a fairly interesting tattoo on your body, it’s almost like he went feral.

cw: dirty talk, smut (oral, teasing)

a/n: anything smutty with rafael is like the best, so thank you so much for sending this in lovely, i’m so sorry it took so long for me to write it! 🥲

law and order svu masterlist! ✯ taglist!

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Rafael wasted no time getting intimate with you. It was literally out the car, out the clothes, and in the bed.

A year back, you and Rafael got together, but you wanted to take things slow, and he agreed.

But now, you felt ready.

It was another long day at the precinct, for you at least. It had gotten to the point where Liv even told you to go home. You liked to get ahead of things because you knew you would dread drowning in paperwork after the fact.

This particular night, however, was a different story for Rafael. He wanted to surprise you. It was you and his’s 1 year anniversary and he wanted to make the day special as can be.

You didn’t forget about your anniversary, you had gotten him a gift, you just didn’t have the time to go drop it off at his office.

So there you were sitting at your desk filling out paperwork when a very familiar figure appeared in your sight. You quickly found out that it was Rafael.

“Rafa.” You smiled, getting up from your desk.

“Hi baby.” Rafael smiled back, pulling you into a hug. “Happy anniversary.”

“Happy anniversary.”

Rafael planted kisses on your lips. You then went back to your desk, and Rafael followed suit, pulling up a chair to sit next to you.

“Paperwork again?”

You nodded. “You know how I am Rafa.”

“I’m staying here until you finish. I wanna take you home tonight.” Rafael said, reaching over to stroke your thigh.

You smirked, knowing what he meant.

“Duly noted, Counselor.”

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Rafael finally got you home. Beforehand, you gave him your gift, which was a watch he’d been eyeing for months. He was ecstatic when he opened the box. After, he pulled out his gift, which was a matching gold necklace and bracelet set. He took the liberty of putting them on you.

Out the car.

Out the clothes.

In the bed.

“I know we talked about it, but are you sure about this? About everything?”

“Yes, Rafa.” You responded, helping him out of his suit. The only suit you wanted him in was his birthday suit.

“Okay.” He smiled.

With that, the two of you wasted no more time getting in the bed and each other naked. Clearly the second step was ignored.

Rafael loved your body and he wanted to admire it all night long. When he touched your naked body for the first time ever, you felt chills running throughout your body and you didn’t want him to stop. His hands felt so nice against your skin. In this moment, his hands were creeping up to your boobs and something special resided in that region.

Your infamous side boob tattoo.

To be quite honest, it was a simple flower, but it was your favorite tattoo.

Rafael’s hand reached it and the chills stopped for a moment.

“Is that a tattoo?”

“Yes.”

The room light was on, so Rafael was able to take a peek under the covers to look at it.

“It’s beautiful.” He whispered, starting to suck on your nipples. He kissed all around the area, as well as the tattoo, and that made you so much more aroused.

He was good with his mouth. So when he finished with your boobs and went to your pussy without a warning, you knew you were going to fold instantly. He made you feel good, and that’s all that mattered in this moment. His lips touched your clit and he sucked on it softly to get you started. He started using his tongue in all the right places, and pushed a finger inside. His intentions were to get you to come for him.

Hard.

“Rafa” escaped your lips numerous times while he was doing this.

“I love when you say my name like that, Y/N. It’s so hot.” Rafael mumbled against your thighs. He got up and leveled with you, and pushed his fingers inside you again, all while he planted kisses on your lips and chest.

The next thing you knew, he was inside you, and it felt amazing. He felt amazing.

It was a good thing the two of you waited.

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taglist: @storiesofsvu @averyhotchner @ssaic-jareau @detective-giggles @lapaquerette @itsjustmyfantasyroom

[storyofmychoices]

Autumn's Embrace

[Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley Masterlist] 

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley (F!OC) Book: Open Heart Word Count: ~550 Rating/Warnings: general, no warnings

Synopsis: Bryce and Olivia find magic in the small moments of autumn.

The warmth of summer slowly fell away, giving rise to cool nights that birthed crisp mornings. The kind of mornings you wanted to stay in your coziest pajamas, make a cup of your favorite hot tea, and sit beneath the warm sun streaming through the picture window. Bonus points if that also included being snuggled in the arms of one Bryce Lahela. Unfortunately, that outlook wasn't what the day's forecast had called for either of them.

"Are you ready?"

His familiar voice pulled her from her thoughts as he opened the car door for her. Her head turned toward the driver's seat and then back to Bryce at the door beside her. Olivia had been so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't noticed they had already arrived at the hospital. But such was the magic of autumn. Even when you couldn't enjoy it to the fullest, its promise of cozy comforts was enough to make anyone smile and lose track of time.

"Thanks," she pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Always such a gentleman."

He laced his fingers with hers as they walked through the parking lot.

Dried, crinkly leaves scraped across the pavement, pulled by the cool breeze. She inhaled the refreshing scent of the air, that crisp scent that even the city couldn't hide. A slow smile drew on her lips, marveling at the golden leaf that had floated down in their path. It was followed by another, equally as vibrant. These beauties were most certainly from the sugar maple by the outpatient entrance. "We're still early, right?"

"Yeah," he replied after glancing at his watch. "What are you thinking?"

Her brows wagged playfully as an impossible smile danced on her lips. "Follow me." With no further warning or explanation, she pulled him forward along the perimeter of the hospital complex.

The leaves of the large tree adorning the small grassy area of respite burned brilliantly beneath the morning sun, its fallen colorful leaves creating the beginning of a mosaic on the ground beneath.

A giggle slipped from her lips as she rushed forward, dropping his hand as she kicked her feet softly through the leaves already on the ground. She spun blissfully, happy to have a moment of simple seasonal joy even in the city.

Stopping abruptly, she extended her arm toward him. "May I have this dance?"

It had been a couple of years since the first time they had danced together outside the hospital. So much had changed. They had been interns then and it was raining. Now, they were residents beneath a perfectly blue sky. Yet, this—them—that would never change.

"Always, Liv." Bryce pulled her close, guiding her through the steps to a song only the two of them could hear. It was a song they knew well. Their song. The one that their love wrote for them, one filled with hope and promise—and maybe, even a little magic, the same elements that made up the perfect autumn morning.

As they danced and twirled, their feet glided across the damp leaves on the ground, shimmering with the morning's dew. A slow flurry of orange, red, and gold drifted down from overhead as a gust of wind guided the leaves from the safety of their branches off into the day with the promise of their next adventure, much like that of the couple embracing beneath autumn's magical glow.

A/N #1: Thank you for reading. All interactions are appreciated. It truly means the world to me that you took time out to read this fluffy little story.

#2: This isn't edited or revised beyond spelling and punctuation. I really want to try to find the joy in writing again to fight writer's block and stop over thinking everything. So I'm going to share first drafts for a bit.

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Last Line Tag

Tagged by the wonderful and talented @carlosoliveiraa (thank you, hun).

Since I'm working on multiple WIPs at a time, I'll share a few. Below are snippets from The Highest Cost (The Lost Boys), Sweet Revenge (Beetlejuice), Love Me Bitterly (Hazbin Hotel), Future On Hold (Final Fantasy XVI), Where the Tainted Kiss (Far Cry 3), and Rapture (Resident Evil). Please enjoy.

The Highest Cost (David x OC)

“I just want to figure out why my dreams are linked to this town. There is something here, and they're trying to show me what.” 

Cadence scoffed. “If we stay here, we might die. Don't you think that's what they mean?”

Even after telling her at the hospital about David’s statement about her dreams being linked to her, she could not understand why Cadence wanted to leave. Did she not want to help her? What if the visions went away. She could be free of them. Yes, she was right about the danger, but Mia did not care. She was so close to the truth. 

David would understand. 

As soon as the thought crossed her mind, she immediately felt selfish. Was it her future she wanted to know more about? Or David. 

Sweet Revenge (Betelgeuse x OC)

The persistent honk-honk of a beat-up Accord speeding up the washed-out driveway woke Lilah from a dreamless nap. It was a strange belief that the dead could fall asleep, one that came as a shock four months ago when she first did it. But what really shook her was when she woke to find herself floating 24 inches off the floor. 

Love Me Bitterly (Adam x OC)

“Did you see who claimed the VIP seats?” Lita asked. 

Marcella clasped the necklace and then hummed. 

“No. I was just focused on getting here.”

Tossing her soft lavender hair over her shoulder, Lita motioned for her to follow and led her to the mouth of the tent. Seated in the VIP section, at the front of the stage, were a ‘Seraphim’, and two ‘Archangels’. Marcella widened her eyes in shock. One in particular made her heart race. 

“Azrael is here.” She could not believe it. 

Future On Hold (Cidolfus 'Cid' Telamon x OC)

“I don't want to sound pessimistic, but there is a reason the Deadlands are inhabitable.”

“For all we know,” Cid retorted. “No damn fool has ever tried to settle in it.” 

Eirene frowned. 

“Is the cause of the Blight not more important?”

“What do you reckon caused the Blight?” Cid asked. He sat the book down beside him and untied a pouch from his side, searching for a water crystal. 

Eirene had her theories, but she was not sure. 

“The Mothercrystals, I assume.”

Realizing that Cid might take offense, she tried to apologize. Quite a few Valistheans did not share her opinion, but luckily, the Lord Commander seemed to have an open mind. He merely snorted. 

“It makes the most sense, but until it's proven, making use of the Deadlands is the next best option.”

“And if we can not?” Eirene asked.

She was genuinely curious.

“Then we are doomed,” Cid answered grimly.

He believed that it was far too late, but he could not give up. With an initiated sigh, he poured the contents of the pouch onto the ground. The water crystal was missing.

“Fuck.”

Eirene sighed. She understood a little, but it was a fool’s errand. At least someone was doing something. She sighed and brought her hand out over the turned earth, materializing a sphere of water. Gently small drops wet the soil. 

A scolding grunt from Cid made her grin.

“Someone has to do it.” 

“Brat,” Cid retorted. 

Where the Tainted Kiss (Vaas Montenegro x OC)

“You want my fucking attention, huh?” Vaas asked. Even with a gun pointed at him, his eyes showed no fear. It was like he did not believe she would do it. “Come on. Show me how much of a badass you've become. ¡Muéstrame! ¡Vamos! (Show me! Come on)!”

Liv tightened her jaw. She was not afraid of him, but her hands trembled. Angry tears poured down her heated cheeks. She had him right where she wanted him. He was at her mercy, and yet she was hesitant. But why? He pushed her to this. He made her into a monster.

Rapture (Vampre Albert Wesker x OC)

Tossing aside the dust jacket, she took the ledger back to Dylan and squatted beside him, showing him the pages.

“What is this?”

“Fuck you,” Dylan rasped. 

His voice was coming back. The extract was slowing his regenerative abilities, but he still was not able to move much, aside from his head. 

Aria sighed in annoyance.

“Even in death, you lot are stubborn. Look…I know you're not scared of me. But you are scared of someone. This shitshow is going tits up as soon as I make the call, and you know who is not going to be happy. What I'm doing to you is gonna seem like a tickle compared to what he's gonna do.”

“I don't know who you are talking about,” Dylan retorted. 

Something in his voice seemed genuine. Perhaps he didn't know who he was dealing with.

“I feel sorry for you, I do. You'll find out soon enough.”

Tagging: @quinloki , @mishwanders , @the-resident-vampire , @bonez-drabblez , @lo1k-diamonds , @icy-spicy , @swamplinglvr , @savage-rhi , @nagumoan, @kazenomegaminowanpisu , and anyone who wants to play.

[riptideripley]

Chapter Five of: Addicted

word count:1,172

warnings!!! - knife mention

Roman got up bright and early to make sure he wasn’t late for whatever this meeting was about. Once he arrived though, everything in the room seemed off.

Dom sent them to a location he was unfamiliar with, soon realizing this was a..warehouse? He shook his bad thoughts off and walked inside, seeing Andrade who looked scared out of his mind. Maybe he shouldn’t have shook those thoughts o-

“Roman..” Dom spoke, breaking him from his thoughts, glancing over at Dom who seemed to be smiling. The room was dimly lit so he couldn’t hardly see shit. “Have a seat” Dom spoke and pushed a chair next to Andrade. Roman hesitantly sat down, avoiding all types of eye contact.

Doms POV

I smiled as I looked between the two of them. “So..Damian and Liv told me everything. Before you even speak, I’ll talk to Rhea myself. Until then I would like to speak to both of you about it.” I spoke as I sat down in the chair I had facing towards them. Poor Andrade looked scared out of his mind, it was cute though.

“L..Look Dom, it was her idea and I feel stupid for even going through with it alright?” Roman spoke, making me turn my attention to him. Well at least someone confessed here. “I see..what about you Andrade?” I looked over at him, flashing him a smile. He didn’t respond.

I stood up and walked closer to him, picking up a knife which got his attention quickly.

“D-Dom look what he said was right ok man? Just..please put that down” he spoke very quickly, making me chuckle. “So all of that was her idea? Even when you were going to talk to her that week when I decided to face Gunther?” I spoke, lifting his chin with the tip of the knife. I glanced over to Roman who just said there silently, like he should. Suddenly Liv appeared from behind me, rolling out a chair that she strapped Rhea to.

Rhea just looked at me with this scared look on her face, making me smile. I tossed the knife to Liv, switching spots with her as I walked over next to Rhea.

“Everything is fine ok mami?” I spoke softly, stroking a piece of hair out of her face as I smiled.

Just fine.

Timeskip. No ones POV.

Roman ran to his car before shit got crazy, not even caring about what happened in there. He was just lucky that Liv agreed to let him go, catching his breath once he got in his car.

Checking his phone to see 15 missed calls from Seth. Shit. He didn’t even bother to call, just sending him a quick ‘Im fine’ message as he drove away from the warehouse. Rhea flashing in his mind and how scared she looked, she must’ve never thought Dom would get pushed to this of all things.

He came to a red light and sat there waiting, feeling someone staring at him. He glanced to his left as his eyes widened. It was Liv. She just smiled and waved at him, as if she didn’t almost kill A- he was in the backseat. Andrade. Roman just turned his head back to the road in front of him, speeding off when the light turned green.

Damian’s residence.

Damian had called Roman to see if they could talk about this whole thing so he agreed, pulling into the driveway. He noticed quickly Seth’s car was out front as well and sighed, getting out of the car and walking to the front door.

Two knocks. The door opened to Damian’s tall figure, flashing a smile. “Hey Ro” he heard Seth call out and waved at him, walking into the house.

“How’d the meeting go with Dom?”

“It went..well” he spoke hesitantly, which only Seth seemed to notice but brushed it off.

“So to just cut everything short, do you want a relationship with her?” Damian asked, leaning back in his seat. Roman shook his head no almost instantly. Why would he want a relationship with Rhea after the shit he just had to witness?? “I see..well I suggest you talk to her and just drop everything with her alright?”

“Yeah Ro, I agree with him. I mean she’s with Dom so it’ll never work and it’s just causing issues between th-“ Seth’s words were cut off with a knock at the door. Damian stood up and opened it, revealing a shaken Rhea.

“Sis..you alright?” Damian asked, helping her inside. She was just quiet, heading upstairs to the spare bedroom she always stayed in. Roman just looked at her, the only one who knew why she was so quiet.

Rheas POV.

Why..that’s my only question. Why. I sighed, sitting down on the bed. Grabbing my phone out of my pocket, I immediately sent a text to Liv.

Livvie.

Hey, can we talk?

Livvie: Why should we?

Well I just have questions. And where did Dom go?

Livvie: He’s with me Rhea. If that concerns you any

I sat there confused, tossing my phone somewhere on the bed. This was all my fucking fault. I heard a knock at the door, feeling too tired to open it. “It’s unlocked” I spoke out, watching as the door opened to reveal Roman.

“Hey..they told me to come talk to you so that’s what I’m gonna do. You alright?” he asked, sitting down next to me. I just nodded, waiting for him to begin speaking.

“Good. Well I know you’re with Dom and all of that so we have to cut things off, alright?” he told me to which I just looked at him.

“Yeah..I get it. How’s uh you and Seth?” I quickly changed the topic, not wanting to continue this. “Things are the same as last time we talked” he spoke with that pretty smile of his following after.

“You seem tired so I’ll let you get some rest, just call me if you need anything ok? We’re friends and nothing more.” I nodded at his words and watched him leave, resting my body down on the soft bed below me. What the fuck is my life right now?

No ones POV.

After Roman left, he was completely unaware of what Rhea had endured.

Liv and Dom were at her house, sitting on the couch having a few drinks. “So what are you gonna do?” Liv asked him, setting her glass down.

“I’ll talk to her and we’ll go from there. I don’t know if she’ll even want to talk to me after all of that but it’s worth a shot” he responded, downing the rest of his drink. “And Andrade?” she reminded him, glancing towards the stairs.

“We’ll deal with that later.” Liv smiled at his words, throwing her legs over his lap. Dom smiled and gently caressed her legs, humming as he turned the TV on.

Turning the TV up to muffle out Andrade’s pleads of course.

[kercsene]

( phoebe tonkin, cis woman, she/her ) OLIVIA WALKER : the THIRTY-FOUR year old resident that's been around the SHOPPING MALL for ONE YEAR. when the infected swarmed the streets the first night, LIV really proved how FOCUSED + DECISIVE they were. however, many would argue that they can also be quite ASSERTIVE + ESCAPIST. five years has passed since their old life ended and the new one began, developing skills that have helped them become a SOLDIER within their group. it makes sense to see them thriving at the job because of their HAND TO HAND COMBAT SKILLS AND SHOOTING ACCURACY.

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

NAME: olivia jane walker.

NICKNAME(S): liv, jane ( from her brother only ).

BIRTHPLACE: bozeman, montana.

LOCATION BEFORE: bozeman, montana.

OCCUPATION BEFORE: owner of the wild horses bar.

AGE: thirty-four.

GENDER IDENTITY: cis woman.

ROMANTIC / SEXUAL ORIENTATION: biromantic, bisexual.

CURRENT LOCATION: shopping mall.

TIME AT CURRENT LOCATION: one year.

CURRENT JOB: soldier.

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐒.

FATHER: john david walker ( died in 2021 )

MOTHER: constance marie walker

BROTHER: logan john walker

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋.

HEIGHT: 5 foot & 8 inches.

EYE COLOR: green

HAIR COLOR: brown

TATTOOS: TBD.

SCARS: TBD.

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘.

POSITIVE TRAITS: focused, decisive

NEGATIVE TRAITS: assertive, escapist

MORAL ALIGNMENT: chaotic good

LIKES: TBD.

DISLIKES: TBD.

𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄.

born in 1995 to john david walker and constance marie walker, née laurier, olivia was the youngest of two. her mother left the familly without a word when olivia was 11 and her father died from lung cancer in 2023. olivia was always a free spirit with a rebellious strike but when her mother left, things only got worse. she never tried to get in touch with her mother and doesn't know if she's still alive. to her, the ones that stays are the ones worth loving.

the walker came from a long line of ranchers in montana, their family ruling the town and montana. what they did to stay on top has never entirely been a secret and her father, david, should have been the one to inherit the family ranch after her grandfather's death but things went sideways as david butted head with his younger brother. working behind everyone's back, it was the youngest walked brother that got the ranch and olivia, her father and brother were told to leave.

moving into a small apartment, the family had to adjust to a new life, the one of pariah. david opened a bar, the wild horses, and made. small living from it. olivia rebellious nature became stronger, her edges sharper. she was prone to fighting and would get in trouble. she never spoke much of everything she lost and anyone bringing it up to her learned to not do it again.

before they were forced to live the family ranch, olivia lived for her horse, elsie. she would do competitions and made a small name for herself, one that she left behind. after leaving the ranch, she has never mounted a horse.

for a while she attended community college but studies weren't for her and her father's health was declining. olivia had always been a daddy's girl and she dropped out to work full time at the bar.

the virus seemed to hit bozeman later, the town small and remote but when it become clear that hell was coming, olivia decided to stay in town for as long as she could, hoping to ride it out there but things didn't work out that way.

𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑.

it didn't take long for the city to fell. stores were raided, people turned against each others with only one goal in mind; saving themselves. it felt ridiculous to held on to the bar for as long as she did, guarding it against people she was once friendly with but it was the last thing she had left of her father. his legacy. her brother had to drag her out just as a horde of infected finally made it in.

olivia and her brother didn't know who to trust but they knew there was power in number so they tried to make it with other people. it always ended the same, with them running away as quickly as they could, either because their small camp was attacked or because they had stolen something and needed to leave. there were no real laws anymore and if everyone else took what they wanted when they wanted, they didn't see why they shouldn't do the same.

eventually they met someone that told them about the shopping mall and they decided to follow them. the life they had been living was exhausting and they yearned for a sense of community again. olivia threw herself into it, training and doing everything she could to be an asset to the community. still, the strict set of rules was not one she was used with and it has been impossible to get that rebellious side of her to settle down.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

TDB.

[palettepainter]

Muppets: Ghost AU idea

I won’t have time to develop this idea in time for Halloween, but since we’re quickly approaching the spooky day itself this AU has been on my mind and I wanted to share it. It focuses around Liv and the band, but there are other characters who make appearances

So the basic idea for this AU is inspired by Muppets Haunted Mansion. Liv resides in an old looking town which has a long history of ghost stories. She lives in an apartment next door to Bunsen and Beaker - resident scientists and firm non-believers in the supernatural who have just brought an old Knick-knack shop, and are planning to renovate it into something more science-y (idk what yet so use your imagination)

Liv often likes to instigate playful debates with them about ghosts, as Liv is a big fan of horror/spooky tropes 

Liv is job hunting and finds a job application for a nighttime janitor/guard for the old music theatre. The theatre is a beloved piece of architecture for the town, but over the years the building began to crumble and for a while it remained broken and empty. Now that they’re renovating it, they need someone to watch the building at night, while also tending to any tasks that may need doing (sweeping, dusting, polishing, chipping hardened gum off picture frames from snooping teens, etc)

Liv accepts the job, by that point the theatre is coming along smoothly and progress is slowly being made. She enters the building and gets to work, absolutely loving the the theatres entire vibe! She had fun pointing out all the cliche stuff that happens, such as the creaking floorboard or a door slamming shut from a draft. However as her shift draws to a close she hears music drifting over from the direction of the main stage…she’s positive that can’t just be the wind. 

Trying for a relaxed face she approaches the stage, and her expression quickly snaps to a look of utter terror when she sees six glowing, transparent figures on stage playing instruments. They don’t spot her not even when she inches even closer, and when they do spot her, she freezes up like a goat. They make some comment on how “Huh, never had a worker stay in this late” and then the one with the moustache goes “She don’t look like a trouble maker, you a trouble maker?”

When Liv replies in a squeaky voice, the band of ghosts are all shocked to discover she can hear them and see them. Naturally they get excited, they haven’t had somebody new to talk for for YEARS, but they don’t even get my to introduce themselves before Liv is making a mad dash for the door, leaving her broom to drop lifelessly to the floor 

The story of the AU would then follow Liv as she tries to figure out more about these ghosts, while also making friends along the way. This is still a very rough idea, I’m not sure if the rest of Zoot’s cousins will be in this AU or if they’ll be ghosts too, but here are the roles I’ve come up with for characters so far:

Liv - Cleaner/Night-guard for the theatre grounds 

Bunsen/Beaker - Resident scientists, Liv’s weird neighbours 

Teeth and the band - Ghosts that live at the music theatre

Rowlf - Theatre owner, one of the older residents in town. Takes care of Newhew 

Walter - Rowlf’s joyful assistant, a new hire. So far doesn’t do much since the theatre is still being reconstructed but Rowlf thinks he has spirit 

Darci - Troubled youth, sneaks onto the music theatre grounds to practise her music. Liv’s eventual frenemy 

Skeeter - Darci’s roommate, works at a fancy dress/prop shop which is popular around Halloween. Also a member on the roller derby team 

Scooter - Post man. Delivers the post with his bike and carry’s the post in a little pull along trailer that attaches to his bike 

[marmolady]

La Huerta, 2042

“I wanted to put something to you,” Taylor said nervously. “It’ll need you and Varyyn to sit with it a bit, so don’t worry about giving me an answer now.”

“That sounds… pretty ominous to be honest.”

This was supposed to be just a relaxing stroll along the beach before dinner, but Diego was immediately on alert for something big. Admittedly, Taylor had dropped some pretty gargantuan bombs on him in the past.

Taylor chuckled and shook her head. “Before you freak out-- we’d like you to be Rosa’s godfather. Or the agnostic equivalent anyway. Basically, if anything were to happen to ‘Stel and me, you and Liv would share custody of Rosa and take care of her together-- whether it’s here or back in San Trobida.”

Diego took it in with a nod, turning it over in his head. She was asking the world and giving the world… but was it her heart talking over her head?

“You don’t think-- I mean, I’m sure you’ve thought of this-- that in a worst-case scenario she’d do better with some of the guys in San Trobida who she’s got to know a bit more?”

Diego watched as his friend’s face crumpled before him. “I’m sorry-- I didn’t mean--”

Taylor turned away, wrestling with herself as emotion overcame her. “God, you don’t have to be sorry. It’s… it’s what Estela said initially too.” She looked back to Diego, her eyes rimmed with red. “It’s just different with you. What we have is special; I’ll never have a connection like that with another person. You’re my other home.”

“Is one not enough for you? Greedy cow,” Diego teased gently, but he wrapped Taylor in his arms as he did so, bringing her in so they were forehead-to-forehead. He got it. His deep sense of belonging with Varyyn didn’t take away the warmth and security he gleaned from the tight bond he had with Taylor. It was more like… a familial bond. They’d each grown and gone their separate ways, but a piece of their hearts resided with one another and always would.

“I would always, always be there for your girls,” he said.

“I know….” Taylor said shakily. “You’ve just been such an amazing ‘special uncle’ to Liv; it would be wonderful for Rosa, you know? She needs all the support systems we can give her.” She sighed, and gave a weak laugh. “It goes without saying, doesn’t it. I guess… I guess….”

As she trailed off, Diego considered her quietly. Taylor’s past year had been intense, and the distance between them had made it difficult for him to be the shoulder he wanted to be her. The bags under her eyes were telling, and the way she so clearly longed for closeness with him.

“It’s hardly a surprise… mortality being on your mind. What with the anniversary just been,” he said quietly.

Twelve months prior, Estela had been grievously injured in an attack by a young and brash admirer of the late General Salazar. Vastly more experienced in fighting as she was, Estela had managed to stave off mortal harm, but it had been far too close a shave for comfort. Miles and miles away, Diego had been there with Taylor, talking her through the terror and despair down a phone line. Of course, Jake flew a plane to bring him back to San Trobida as soon as he could, but he felt his isolation from the rest of the world in a way he rarely had before or since. His best friend had him now, though.

Taylor nodded, sniffing. “I thought I’d moved on from it. ‘Stel’s going strong. We actually needed a jolt to make us stop and really consider how we wanted the rest of our lives to look-- maybe we wouldn’t even have Rosi now if it wasn’t for the wake-up call. But it scared the absolute shit out of me.

“Obviously, I don’t think either of us are going anywhere, or we wouldn’t have even thought about adopting. It just sneaks up on me with how close we came. Life’s pretty fragile.”

“How are things going with Rosa?” Diego ventured gently. “Smooth sailing since we last talked?”

“She seems pretty happy, doesn’t she?” Taylor replied, fully aware of just how obvious her deflection was. But this was Diego, so she relented and shared. “I think security will come in time for her. Right now the threshold for meltdowns is really low-- the slightest hint of either of us using a stern tone with her or being disapproving in any way, and she goes to pieces.” She gave a dry little laugh. “Obviously I feel a complete asshole for ragging on Estela that first time it happened. Rosa barely gives us a reason to reprimand her in any way, she’s so desperate to please, but we’re human beings and we get frustrated.”

“Bet it makes you feel like absolute shit, though! Only human or not.”

Taylor met his eye and nodded again. “It’s a lot. I’m with her all day-- though we’re confident she’ll be ready to go to a real school next year-- and I’m hyper-aware of how she’s perceiving me. I’m pretty sure she is happy for the most part; her speaking’s come on in leaps and bounds, and there’s so much affection between us.” She gave a sad shrug. “I just wish so badly that she didn’t have that fear, that she knew with total certainty that she’s ours unconditionally. She doesn’t deserve to be scared like she is.”

“It’s just time, you know?” Diego said gently. “You did a pretty good job of convincing me you were unconditional, and I had even more years of baggage collected than Rosi does. Just… time.”

“Yeah….” Taylor’s shoulders slumped. There was no magic shortcut.

“I’ll come and pay you another visit-- soon. I want to stay with you a while; if what’s holding me back from saying yes is that Rosa doesn’t know me well enough, then we fix that. She’s basically my niece, and I already love her; we’re on catch-up compared to Liv at that age, but I’ll work on it ‘til we get there.”

A smile came to Taylor’s face, growing ever-broader.

“What?” said Diego, “I take it you’re on board with that? I don’t need to Airbnb it?”

Taylor couldn’t help but laugh. “Buddy, how long have you been out here? Airbnb went down the tubes years ago! And you know full well, if you come to San Trobida and stay anywhere other than the Casa Montoya, I will be mortally wounded.”

“Heh, well, I can’t have that.”

[astra-galaxie]

Bell Beauty

Biographical information

Full Name: Bell Beauty

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Status: Deceased

Age: 29 (season 3)

Birth: 1986

Race: Human

Cause of Death: Stabbed in the neck

Nationality: American

Origin: Los Angeles, California, USA

Residence: Los Angeles, California, USA

Profession(s): Beauty Influencer

Profile

Height: 5'4" Age: 29 (season 3) Weight: 137lbs Eyes: blue Blood: A-

A beauty on the outside, but a beast on the inside, Bell had wavy long brown hair and sharp blue eyes usually accentuated with makeup. She wore a flowing blue dress, white heels, and a brown jacket. She also had rose-shaped earrings and a matching necklace.

Synopsis

Bell was the victim in Beauty is Dead. She was a beauty influencer with thousands of online fans who followed her makeup and fashion advice. But even though her life revolved around helping to make people beautiful, on the inside, she was rotten to the core.

She had met her killer years prior in beauty school. Bell was jealous of Liv's talent and refused to let someone "uglier" than her be more successful with makeup. So, she devised a devious plan to sabotage Liv's work during the final exam by adding liquid latex to her makeup. But even Bell will admit she had never anticipated Liv's sister, who was the model, to be deathly allergic to latex.

Everyone watched the young woman's face swell like a balloon and later get taken away by paramedics to the nearest hospital. Bell hadn't planned on someone else suffering from her sabotaging, but she was too pleased with Liv failing and dropping out to feel guilty. While Liv and her sister returned to Norway, Bell pursued her career in professional makeup and fashion.

Years later, Bell's friend Ariel invited her on a trip to Norway. Bell saw this as an opportunity to promote herself to a European audience and jumped at the chance to get more fans. Of course, even in another country, she still caused problems like trying to force Ariel to pay for her travel expenses, depriving her cameraman Casey of sleep, being a "Karen" to the barista Morten, and calling Anders a freak for being genderfluid.

But, her past actions toward Liv would be her downfall. Liv never got over what Bell had done to her sister and sought revenge. When Bell visited the Fram Museum, Liz saw this as her chance to avenge her sister and everyone else who Bell had wronged. After giving Bell a banned foundation she was allergic to, Liv followed her until they reached Vigeland Park. During this time, Bell's face began to turn red and swell with hives, but she never realized how bad the reaction was…

Until she saw her reflection in the park fountain's water, Bell was horrified at her appearance and used the fountain water to try and get her makeup off. While she was distracted, Liv snuck up from behind and smashed a rock against her head, knocking Bell out. With Bell incapacitated, Liv stabbed her in the neck with a cuticle pusher and tossed her body into the fountain to bleed out.

Now, the world would remember Bell as a hideous beast who left a trail of ruined lives in her wake. And while her fans mourned the loss of their makeup idol, that would quickly change once they found out about who Bell was behind the camera. Bell's beauty was dead, and neither in life nor death would she ever be beautiful again…

Story Information

First appeared: Beauty is Dead

Trivia

She is a reference to Bell from Beauty and the Beast

The title of the case she appeared in is a play on the phrase "beauty is pain"

Her favourite flower was roses

I was inspired by the old beauty influencers I used to watch for the drama. Seriously, it was sometimes better than TV dramas!

Disclaimer: Character design was created using Rinmarugames Mega Anime Avatar Creator! I have only made minor edits to the design! Background courtesy of CriminalArtist5

Links to my stories:

The Case of the Criminal (Ao3/Wattpad) Killer Bay (Ao3/Wattpad) Where in the World are the Killers? (Ao3/Wattpad)

[oliviamaes]

* — ✺ 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧' 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ; an introduction to olivia mae andrews.

ESTABLISHED in 1990; Olivia is a pretty nice girl all things considered. She can be brash and uncouth when she feels backed into a corner, but that's a side of her that's more or less exclusively reserved for her mother. She's loyal and the type of person who'll answer your 3 AM phone calls. In all honesty, she's just a very genuine, pleasant person to be around. She's always trying to see the best in everyone and she likes to believe that people are good.

BASICS!

nickname(s): ollie, liv, livie age: thirty-two date of birth: august 31, 1990 zodiac sign: leo gender/pronouns: cis woman sexual orientation: bisexual romantic orientation: biromantic residence: fairford, washingston (mountainside) occupation: bookseller at the book nook

BASICS!

BACKGROUND!

Trigger warning(s): mentions of having a toxic parent, cheating, parental death

Olivia was born into a wealthy family of charming hospitality and picture perfect smiles, the little princess in the small family of five until her little sister came into the world. Demoted to the dreaded middle child, Olivia quickly learned the ropes when it came to getting her parents' attention: all she had to do was to scream the loudest and push their buttons until they acknowledged her, a less than flattering behavior that never really went away as she grew up and matured.

As a kid, she was constantly on her feet - her sociability and curiosity to try new things meant she went through activities like guys go through Kleenex; she tried dancing (the poor girl had two left feet), softball (you're supposed to hit the ball with the bat?) and even enjoyed a brief stunt as an equestrian before she experienced a traumatizing encounter with horse ordure. It shouldn't come as a surprise that the blonde's strive to find something that she could call hers repeatedly ended in frustration and disappointment; by the time she'd entered her teens, she'd stopped trying in light of the never ending feeble attempts.

High school was an interesting period in her life. Coming from money and having looks on her side was a winning concept as far as popularity went, and she was a part of the upper tier of the Fairford High School hierarchy. However, 'always the bridesmaid, never the bride' was a self-fulfilling prophecy as she was second or third to the Queen B and lost out on the cheer captain title three years in a row (not to mention the prom queen nomination that almost landed her the title). She had more than many others could even dream of but that was never enough - not to herself nor her mother, who'd been reduced to a devil on her shoulder with her thinly veiled criticism.

Attention and positive reinforcement was her kryptonite, and when boys and girls started to hit on her with shitty pick-up lines and disgustingly confident grins plastered on their faces, Olivia fell for it hook, line, and sinker. Eventually the only time she felt genuinely appreciated was between the sheets or in the backseat of a car, and she kept chasing the high it gave her. Before long, her sexuality had become her main attraction and the only thing she thought she had to offer to the world. Not to say that she didn't enjoy the sex part of it, but it was very clear that the main catalyst behind her promiscuity were the sweet words and compliments that came along with it.

After high school, she moved to New York City to attend NYU. She needed to get away from Fairford, if only for a while, and college was her ticket out of the town she called home for so long, despite having little to no interest in pursuing a higher education. It didn't come as a huge surprise when she dropped out after the first semester and instead set her sights on becoming a star. She attended acting classes and did test shoots for several agencies which lead to a short-lived acting career, consisting mostly of "girl #3" credits and only the occasional speaking role until she landed a recurring guest role on a popular sitcom. At that point, she thought it'd be the start of something great, but beyond a few episodes here and there of various television series and a few roles in minor indie horror movies (where she almost always died within the first 30 minutes), the job offers were sparse. Four years of minor work took its toll on her interest in acting. When the enthusiasm and passion dissipated, she packed her bags and moved back to Fairford with a bruised ego and no immediate plans for the future.

Her dad set her up with an internship at his office to make sure that she didn't remain unemployed for long. During this time, she hit it off with his personal assistant and their instant chemistry turned into torturous sexual tension, hindered only by the ring on the other woman's finger. Getting involved with someone who was taken had never been her style; she was not a homewrecker, but the other woman made it difficult to resist the tension that haunted them every time they were in a room together. When it become too hard to resist temptation, they both let their guards down and fell into a habit of sleeping together, Olivia's conscience ridden with guilt every time she thought about the marriage she was most definitely putting cracks into. Because of their close proximity to each other, Olivia decided to quit her internship and picked up a part-time job at The Book Nook, selling books as her source of income.

The recent death of her father has sent her into a downward spiral. He was the solid foundation in her life and the only person that made Fairford feel like home; the struggles between her mother and her had been alleviated by his presence and now that he's gone, Olivia is finding it difficult to cope. Meanwhile, the person she seeks comfort from is the woman who worked the closest with her dad, and slowly but surely she's starting to realize that it's more than just sex that makes her come back.

RELATIONSHIPS!

ELLIOT ANDREWS, FATHER - They were very close. He made Olivia feel safe and secure. Olivia’s father was her rock. Without him now, she feels like she has nothing. Olivia was a daddy’s girl at heart and would have done anything for the man.

LILLIANE ANDREWS, MOTHER - Her least favorite person in the world. I touched on it briefly in Olivia's bio, but she doesn't have the greatest relationship with her mother. Lilliane expected Olivia to be the perfect-picture daughter she always wanted. Everything in her mother's perfect little life, and when Olivia couldn’t reach the standards her mother set, she was criticized and belittled. She no longer speaks to her mother due to the fact that the pressure she put her under caused her to suffer from anxiety attacks. Olivia’s currently looking for a good therapist since she’s still dealing with the impact of her words and the expectations she set for her. 

SIBLINGS - Her brothers and sister are one of the best things to ever happen to her. She’s much older than her sister, ten years, at least. But her brothers are only a couple of years older than her. She looks back fondly on the all the memories and drama that came with having siblings as a child. With her sister, she loves spilling out advice and spending time with her as her sister gets older. Her siblings are her favorite people.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

CLOSE FRIEND - Something very fluffy! They meet and hit it off right away, or not. Maybe it takes them a little longer to get comfortable around each other. They play stupid board games, cook/bake together (even if it may turn out terrible). Laugh at each others stupid and corny jokes.

BOOK CLUB BUDS - As an employee of a bookstore, she wants to start a book club. She's currently looking for members so if you've got a muse that reads, sends them my way!

LEFT BRAIN, RIGHT BRAIN - Olivia's other half. The two couldn’t be more different regarding their behavior and interests, but they somehow make it work. They don’t fight often, either, even if they aren’t the same in the slightest. The one thing they have in common is how much they adore the other’s existence.

TRIO - Like a troublesome trio. The three are always seen with at least one another. You can call them Charlie’s Angels, Destiny’s Child, or Phoebe, Rachel, and Monica from Friends. Something that resembles the friendships of the bold type and someone great.

BAD BLOOD - Olivia doesn’t have many enemies, but there is always someone out there in the world that will get on her nerves. This person makes her want to gouge her eyes out with a fork. Right off the bat, these two bumped heads, arguing about petty things like favorite TV shows and favorite foods. Perhaps it’s because they’re both natural born leaders and can’t seem to reach an agreement, or perhaps it’s because they remind each other a little too much of themselves. Either way, nobody understands their dislike of one another. 

CHILDHOOD BEST FRIENDS - They’ve been best friends since childhood and know everything about the other. They have a sibling bond, are overprotective of one another and almost attached at the hip. This person is the reason Olivia even came back to Fairford.

FAMILY FRIENDS - Their parents are really close so they spend quite a lot of time with the other. They used to be much closer, one is trying to rekindle their friendship and the other does not care.

FRIENDS THAT DRIFTED APART - Sadly, this person is no longer in Olivia’s life as much as she’d like them to. The two were once very close, but as their lives began to change their friendship no longer remained as strong as it once was.

THE OTHER WOMAN - Once Olivia started working in her father's office, she met his personal assistant and they hit it off. These two had a mutual agreement to just sleep with each other just to ease the tension, but eventually, they started to indulge in the perks of being friends with benefits by having rendezvous a little more than once. The other woman never made it clear about where they stood, until she mentioned having a spouse. It should've stopped then and there, but Olivia got too attached to them and now wants more than just sex. Olivia knows she should end it, but this person and Olivia talk day in and day out, tell each other everything, and trust one another more than they trust anyone else. They simply think they’re best friends, but as time grows on they slowly realize that the “protective” feeling they feel when one of them talks about another person, isn’t protectiveness at all. It’s jealousy. This is just the beginning of a whirlwind of feelings, and if you’re interested in this, I promise you we’ll have buckets of fun.

I'm honestly open to any kind of connections, whether it's friends, exes, etc.! Hit me up and we'll start something!

MISCELLANEOUS!

Olivia can play the piano, the electric guitar, the acoustic guitar and the drums. She’s currently learning how to play a bass guitar from one of her friends.

She can’t pick a favorite movie to save her life, but when it comes to television shows it’s definitely Grey’s Anatomy. It’s been her favorite show since it first aired, and she watches it every single day - even when the latest season is over, she will binge watch from season one until the new season comes out.

Unless she’s really in the zone, she can get distracted rather easily and by pretty much anything. Whether she’s with someone or alone, she’ll find something to entertain herself and get sidetracked if she’s really not in it.

Olivia loves taking pictures and capturing the essence of a moment in a snapshot. She prints out her favorites to hang up around her room.

Olivia's favorite thing to cook is breakfast foods. She and her father used to do breakfast for dinner whenever they needed a pick-me-up, or had something to celebrate, so breakfast foods have a special place in her heart. 

it doesn’t take much for Olivia to get attached to people. Although she has been more careful about wearing her heart on her sleeve, she still does get attached way too easily. She gets invested in her friends’ emotions, treats them like family, and worries about them even if they aren’t thinking of her.

Olivia bites her nails, always. Whenever she doesn’t have acrylic nails on, she’s always biting her nails out of habit. She doesn’t mean to bite them; however, she can seem to stop the bad habit.

Olivia absolutely must read. She has so many books that she wants to finish but she never finds the time to sometimes - so working a shift that's slow definitely gives her time to read.

[liviavanrouge]

Livia

She's somebody's daughter

Thea: *Laughs, pressing a kiss to Livias cheek*

Livia: MAMAAA! HAHAHA!

Thea: You're never too old for kisses!

Livia: *Laughs and presses a kiss to her mothers cheek*

Thea: Haha! Thank you baby!

She's somebody's everything

Livia: MAL MAL!

Malleus: *Smiles and looks over*

Livia: I brought you roses! Black ones!

Malleus: Thank you Beastie

Leona: Nothing for me, how mean!

Livia: Papa Leona, how come you're here!

Leona: You forgot Po, so I came to drop him off

Livia: Thanks!

She's somebody's little girl, even if she's grown up and moved away

Lilia: I know you're there little bat

Livia: *Laughs and floats down, landing beside him*

Lilia: *Chuckles and pats her head* Look at you, not using her wings as much anymore huh?

Livia: No, I'll still use them, I just thought too float around more often now!

Lilia: I hate that you're growing up

Livia: *Smiles, letting out a small giggle* I'm still your little girl

Lilia: *Smiles softly* Yeah...you are..

She's somebody's whole world

Livia: *Smiles, holding Chrissy's hand* Even if Malleus doesn't care for you, I do

Chrissy: Why...I tried to get you executed, I made Malleus forget you!

Livia: Because I know what it's like, when Uncle Duke used me to make Malleus forget me I felt your pain, not being loved by someone you love so much

Chrissy: *Trembles, starting to cry* Princess...

Livia: *Smiles and hugs Chrissy* I'll love you, even if he doesn't, you are Malleus's family, therefore you're my family

Chrissy: *Smiles, hugging Livia tight* Thank you Princess....

She's somebody's baby

Livia: *Pulls Jack after her, a wide smile on her face*

Jack: Slow down

Livia: *Grabs and splashes Jack, laughing at his startled expression*

Jack: Very childish, very childish....

Jack: *Grins and splashes Livia back*

Livia: *Shrieks, laughing as she leaped into the river, Jack chasing her* I wasn't ready!!

Jack: Neither was I, but here we are! Come here!

Livia: *Laughs, running from Jack, kicking up water*

Jack: *Laughs, dodging as she kicked water at him*

Livia: *Runs off, Jack chasing after her*

And if you don't treat her right, hers won't be the only heart you're breaking

Livia: *Laughs, hugging Vil, a wide smile on her face*

Trey: Livia, Riddle invited you and the Ramshackle resident's to an Unbirthday Party tomorrow

Livia: I'll be there!

Epel: Liv we gotta go meet up with the others for our day out!

Livia: Coming!!

[usernoneexistent]

The Nowak Family

This family starts with a dangerous Grindelwald acolyte and an American-German informant.

"As many during the time of Grindelwald's terror would remember of the murderous duo, the Rosewood siblings, Hetty and Oscar. Originally, the line ended with them — one in Australia and the other residing in Azkaban. However, I have received word from a trustworthy source that Oscar had an illegitimate daughter in the USA and that his bloodline continues. Let's hope that murder doesn't run through their veins, or else our safeguarded community will be in danger once again..." - Rita Skeeter, Daily Prophet 2019

Nancy Elke Johnson (face claim: Liv Lisa Fries)

Born into a magical family of fifteen, Nancy was born somewhere in the middle of her siblings. Her mother moved from Germany to the states to avoid a dire financial situation, only to run into the worst economic crisis in the mid-20s. Her father was an American wizard and took in her mother, who already was a single mum of five and her grandmother, Nancy’s great-grandmother.

Tired of always working and caring for the family after dropping out from Ilvermorny, Nancy would sneak out and party hard at the speakeasies. There she met Oscar Rosewood, by then calling himself Tadgh O'connor. She was aware of his fearsome and bloody reputation but pursued a romantic relationship regardless. While Nancy wasn't much fan of a of Grindelwald, she would often spy for Oscar and gather information for the cause.

Early in their love affair, Nancy gave birth to their only child, Lena. Unfortunately, Lena was born without magic, so Nancy made the illegal move to live with the non-majs so that Lena had a normal life. Oscar was constantly in and out of their lives due to being hunted by hit wizards and Aurors for his crimes. Until one day in 1944, he disappeared entirely, only for Nancy to find news of his arrest in the newspaper.

For the rest of her life, she remained in the non-majs world and was never charged when MACUSA found out, as it was after the re-appel of Rapport's law.

Lena Hetty Nowak née Johnson (face claim: Rachel McAdams)

Despite being born a squib and having a murderer for a father, Lena had a relatively happy albeit poor upbringing. Her mum found work as a clerk and kept magic to a minimum so that Lena would feel ordinary.

Her father, Tadgh O'connor, was in and out of her life. Her mother only told her that he was a travelling salesman until her mother sat her down one day when she was fourteen and finally told the truth. Lena was shocked and refused to believe it initially but eventually accepted it. She never told anyone else except for her current husband about it.

Lena was fairly popular in high school and later went off to college to study to be a nurse. She met and got engaged to her first love there. They married in 1952 but divorced three years later; they never had children together.

Lena volunteered as a nurse during the Vietnam war after her divorce through the Red Cross. There she met a doctor, Dr Szymon Nowak, whom she fell in love with and had the classic work romance. They married in a small ceremony within a year and continued their work at the military hospital in south Vietnam for a couple more years before having their first child, Aleksandra.

They had three more children, Zofia, Jan, and Hanna, back in the states. Lena was paranoid the entire time that their children possessed magic; however, none of them ever did. Though in 2009, when she got word that her grandson, Flynn, was a wizard, she collapsed out of shock but kept silent as she didn’t want it to haunt him, and the same applied to her other granddaughter, Harper.

Dr Szymon Nowak (face claim: Piotr Adamczyk)

Szymon is a second-generation Polish immigrant. His family managed to make something of themselves, allowing Szymon to study at Havard medical school. Within six years, he managed to graduate with high grades. Though after a year of practice, Szymon felt he could do more, and his time came when the Vietnam war started; he volunteered at the military hospitals.

In 1955, Szymon fell hard for a beautiful nurse, Lena Johnson. He was surprised to learn of her magical heritage, but it didn't stop him from loving her. They married shortly after and left in 1958 with their newborn daughter to Boston, Massachusetts. He worked in public hospitals again, and later when he retired, he became a part-time lecturer.

Their oldest daughter, Aleksandra, followed in her parent's footsteps in studying medicine and became a doctor herself. Their second child, Zofia, was their feisty and bit a more rebellious child who decided to join the military to become a mechanic. Their only son Jan went into a completely different field of nuclear engineering, and their youngest, Hanna, became a homemaker and was the first to get married of the four.

Jan Nowak (face claim: Josh Lucas)

Jan is the third child of the Nowak brood and naturally has science through his blood. Though instead of medicine, he was interested in physics and nuclear sciences. During elementary school, he always partook in science fairs and did well for himself. His parents helped too naturally and were excited that he was interested in sciences. 

During middle and high school, Jan always preferred soccer over American football and played for the team. Later, he studied nuclear engineering at university as a cleaner and better alternative power source for global warming and running out of fossil fuels. 

After graduating from university, Jan met his first wife, Susan, and they had a son together, Michael. Their marriage was a rocky one, and they realised that they rushed into marriage too early. They divorced after five years together, but they had a very amicable relationship and co-parented their son well.

His mates invited him years later to join them on vacation to Ibiza, and there at one of the bars, he met an English woman, Elizabeth Lewis. What was meant to be a one-night stand turned into a long-term relationship. Elizabeth then moved to America, and Jan took his time. After three years of dating, they married and had their first daughter, Isla. But Elizabeth was homesick and wanted to move back to Southampton near her family. Jan didn’t want to move far away from his other child, but he moved nevertheless.

They had Flynn and Harper later in England and Jan was always tighter with his two youngest. He shared his sports passion with them and always noticed that Flynn’s talent for sports. While he was surprised about Flynn’s magic abilities and later Harper he accepted it more readily and was prepared to send them to Hogwarts. Elizabeth not so much. Jan was surprised of his own magical heritance when his news spread about his grandparents.

Elizabeth Nowak née Lewis (face claim: Samantha Spiro)

Elizabeth Lewis is an English muggle raised in a middle-class family in Southampton, England. As a young girl, Elizabeth always got what she wanted and prided her intelligence. She went off and studied to become a pharmacist and purely believes in science as she finds that magic is nonsense for children.

Elizabeth managed to get into Oxford university and later worked for a private pharmaceutical company as she climbed the work ladder. She met her fiancee at work but broke up with him she found out he was cheating on her. To get over the heartbreak, her best friends booked a flight to Ibiza to drink and party to forget about him. On a bar-hopping spree, Elizabeth accidentally spilt her drink on an American man, Jan Nowak. Neither intended for a relationship to develop, but it did, and soon Elizabeth found herself in America to be closer to Jan. They married and had their daughter, Isla. Still, Elizabeth wanted to be back home in England even though she knew it would mean Jan leaving his first son.

Jan reluctantly agreed and moved to Southampton near her family. They had two more children, Flynn and Harper. Elizabeth was dumbfounded when she found out that her son had magic. She refused to send her son off to Hogwarts and wanted him to stay on the plan she had for all her children but was later forced to accept that Hogwarts was better for him. When Harper received her letter, Elizabeth didn’t take her chances like with Flynn and allowed her youngest to attend Hogwarts too.

Isla Helena Nowak (face claim: Jessica Barden)

Isla is an ordinary muggle, and like her mother, she purely believes in science and thinks magic and the supernatural to be a dumb fairytale story. She is the oldest and the clear favourite of her mother, following in her footsteps in pursuing a career in sciences at a prestige University. Though like her other siblings, she has her father’s sports appetite but in cycling and later partook in several cycle marathons for charity.

She always struggled to get along with her younger siblings, especially her brother, Flynn. Though it usually came from a place of a bit of envy that he could have an alternative path instead of university. Later, when she, along with the rest of the family, found he had magic, Isla grew envious that he gets to go to a boarding school, which is a castle and has superpowers which can be used for better things. The living apart situation did distance Isla from her siblings but closer to her mother.

Isla went to Oxford university and studied biomedical sciences for her bachelor's and master's degrees. She moved there and lessened her contact with her family. Isla found work as a microbiologist later on.

Flynn Gabriel Nowak (face claim: Belmont Cameli)

The only son of Jan and Elizabeth, Flynn is stuck between his two sisters though he always gets with Harper better than with Isla. While he never got either of his parent’s intelligence, he had his father’s sports talents. He is a muggleborn by definition but doesn’t know or at least for a long time didn’t know of his great grandparents.

Flynn had always found school hard to concentrate on and could never sit still. He frustrated his mum and teachers, but they never would look further into why and would continue to cause trouble while never it being his intention. Though at the tender age of six, his father noticed his talents for sports, particularly football. Flynn loved being on the pitch, moving and found that he could go with his gut. He made it far to the team for the junior championship league. 

All his coaches agreed that Flynn would make it far but were surprised by his disappearance for nine months a year in high school. His parents would excuse him that they had to send him to boarding school after a suspicion involving magic, and he is practising there. The reality was that Flynn was at Hogwarts and maintained his practice through quidditch. While not the same thing, Flynn tried his best to keep up with his football, still keeping his path in life. 

After being told all those years that he would make it big as a footballer, Flynn failed to make it into the Southampton team. Being crushed by the fact he watched everything he worked for the crumble in front of his face though he remained optimistic. Flynn knew education wasn’t for him, so he went for the next best thing he was good at, quidditch. Despite finding work as a reserved beater, he lost his passion for sports and was the first so uncertain of himself and his future.

As luck would have it, he and his siblings received a large mystery inheritance from the passing of his grandmother, which led his father, his aunts, his siblings and cousins to learn of their magical heritage. Flynn decided to use it to travel and see where life took him. Though he lost that money quickly and didn’t want to turn to his parents for help, so he worked odd jobs as a waiter or in the kitchen. Initially, as a way to make quick money turned into a passion again for making food. Flynn loved the adrenaline rush that came with cooking and trusting his gut that he started to work as a chef apprentice and later decided to venture on his own, opening a restaurant with his best friend, Jonathan King @whatwouldvalerydo​.

Harper Ilona Nowak (face claim: Aimee Lou Wood)

Harper is the youngest of the Nowaks and, like her brother, a muggleborn. Avoiding their mistake the first time with Flynn, her parents allowed her to attend Hogwarts immediately after getting her letter.

Harper was neither interested in science or university nor sports. Instead, she would love to daydream and try out many things and partook in many clubs at her primary school. She has always been creative, always crafting stuff as gifts for her loved ones. When she received her acceptance letter to Hogwarts, she was ecstatic to be joining her brother, Flynn, at Hogwarts. However, Harper was sorted into Hufflepuff, but she quickly found friends. 

At Hogwarts, she was excited about the arts and quickly learned how to use magic to bring her art and crafts to life. Though in her third year at a quidditch match supporting her brother, she caught a flying stray quaffle with her bare hands. It hurt, but it got Harper intrigued about quidditch prompting her to play chaser for fun.

Later in life, Harper rejected the idea of the university too, which upset her mother, but she opted for an art course at college instead. She works hard as a children's illustrator for both muggles and wizards.

[echoalyssa]

Hey can you write asher adams x reader imagine where she is his best friend but also has feelings for him and she saw Olivia cheating on asher with spencer but she doesn't know how to tell asher and she avoids him and when Asher confronts her she tells everything..

Meant To Be | Asher Adams

Authors Note: Thanks for requesting! I’m sorry it took so long! 

Asher Adams is your best friend, but only your best friend despite the feelings you harbor for him. And the issue is that he has a girlfriend, one that he loves.  So that’s the issue, well one of the issues.

All you had been doing was walking to class, you’d decided to take the long way to your physics class, through and down some hallways that were basically abandoned. 

For a school as large as Beverly, it was quite a walk, you weren’t even sure what these classrooms lining the hallways were for.

You turn a corner, your head bobbing to a machine gun Kelly song from his new album that was playing through your AirPods. 

Instead of an empty hallway there’s two figures present in this one.

The male is pressing the female against a door to a classroom. Their lips are locked and it’s passionate, you can see the tongue, the body movements, the way she pulls him closer by his shirt.

You try to keep walking, to keep your head down but something in you urges you to look up, and so you do and freeze. It’s Spencer and Olivia, so deep in each other that they don’t immediately notice you standing there. You can't avert your eyes even if you wanted to. 

Olivias eyes pop open when Spencers lips move to her neck and she sees you, gaping from down the hallway, only a few paces away.

Her eyes go wide and her hands go to push him away. “Spencer stop!”

He pulls back from her immediately and retracts his hand from under her shirt. His eyes search her face hurriedly and then he follows her gaze to where you're standing. He releases her from his grasp and Olivia shoots forward, going to grab your hand. 

“It’s not what it looks like Y/N, I promise!”

You scoff, “It looks like you're cheating on my best friend!”

“No no it ain’t like that. Liv didn't mean no harm, this was all me a’ight?” Spencer says and rubs the back of his neck.

“No no, it wasn’t Spencers fault, it’s mine. I... I cheated on Asher.”

“Spencer, you’re on a break with Layla! That doesn’t mean you can do this! And Olivia, you looked like a very active participant!”

Olivias bottom lip quivers, “I n-never meant to hurt Asher, I love him! Please don’t tell him.”

You didn't think cheating on him would hurt him!?”

“I-I, my heart said-”

“Asher doesn’t deserve this!” You interrupt. “You claim to not want to hurt him but you’re his girlfriend. And you are his best friend Spencer! And on top of it all you want me to hide it from him!? If your heart said Spencer, you should have ended things with Asher first!”

Olivia crumples to the floor, and Spencer rushes to her side to hold her. 

“I’m not hiding this from him, so either you tell him, or I do! And don’t you even think about offering to do it Spencer, this is Olivia’s story to tell!”

“I c-can’t,” she cries from between her hands that are covering her face. You glare at her and Spencer and then spin around on your heel.

~~~

Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately Asher is in your next class. He’s already there and when you spot him you freeze. Why would anyone cheat on him?

He waves at you and when you finally unfreeze and have to walk past him he sticks his fist out for a bump.

You bump it, attempting to plaster a fake smile on so that he doesn’t see right through you as he normally does. Though you didn't want to keep him in the dark for longer than you had to. Now was definitely not the time to tell him. 

His hand shoots out and because he's sitting down he can’t reach your shoulder so his hand lands on your hip. You stop immediately, sparks flying from where his hand connects with your person.

“H-hi Ash.” You manage to choke out eventually.

“Hey Y/N, you okay? You look kinda pale.”

You fiddle with your hoodie string, “Um...yup just worried about a pop quiz.”

His head drops back, exposing his neck and you try your hardest to avoid staring at his Adams apple and the veins in his throat.

“We never have pop quizzes in this class!” He says with a chuckle, “But you know we’d cheat if there was one.”

You smile knowing that his statement is true and finally you tear your gaze from him so that you can take your seat.

The teacher is droning on when a tiny piece of paper lands on your desk. You look up, seeing Asher turn back around in his seat and you unfold the note.

In Asher’s signature handwriting, the note reads, My house after school?

It should be normal, but your stomach flutters with the anticipation of being in his house with him alone.

He turns to look at you for your answer and you nod at him with a smile. Asher grins. 

~~~

The final school bell rings and you immediately rush to the parking lot, specifically Asher’s car. He normally gave you a ride to school and then you’d sit and watch his football practice and do your homework before he’d drop you off at your house. 

Football practice had been canceled today so the coaches could have a coach only meeting.

He isn't there yet so you lean against the passenger side door until he appears.

“Y/N!” he calls you in a sing song voice and unlocks the door for you. 

You hop in, snagging the aux cord and he lets you, just like always. 

“Olivia hasn’t been responding.” He murmurs, because he’s comfortable letting you in on the details of his relationship, just before the music starts and you're hit with a flash of guilt. 

You would tell him, you would, just not while he was driving. 

His house isn't too terribly far from school, only a ten minute drive or so and before you know it you're hopping out of his car and racing him to the front door.

Asher wins of course, but it was always fun to try. 

“My room?” he asks.

You nod, trying to hide the excited smile that is trying to take residence upon your face.

He plops onto his bed and motions for you to come out on it too.

Has Olivia ever been with him in this bed? Of course she had.

“Ash, I need to tell you something.”

“Yessssss..?”

When you don’t respond he sits forward and takes you with his pencil so you screech. And then again for good measure. 

“It’s... about you and Olivia.”

“And..?” he prompts.

And because you can’t hide anything from him the words rush out. “I was taking the long way to class, you know how I do that sometimes? I was just walking along, lost in thought and minding my own business. And then I saw these two people making out. And I mean heavy, like hands under clothing, tongues down each others throats, making out. I didn't realize I knew them until I got closer and then I couldn’t believe who or what I was seeing but... it was Spencer and Olivia.”

You bite your lip to stop yourself from rambling on, one of your nervous habits, your eyes well with tears because of the pain you must be causing him. “I’m so sorry Asher. I told her to tell you but she refused and I couldn’t tell you any sooner than now and...”

He sits forward, unusually silent, and then he opens his phone and taps out a message. He turns it around to show you. It’s a message to Olivia.

‘I know. It’s over.’ it reads.

And then very calmly he looks at you, leans closer, and then pulls you in.

His lips land on yours, carefully at first, testing the waters to see if you were okay with it or not. 

And once you get over the initial shock that you're kissing Asher Adams, your best friend, you respond eagerly.

You part your lips more, allowing his tongue to slide into your mouth. You moan softly into the kiss as he sets both your mind and body alight.

His hands move to your waist, pulling you closer to him. His hand is in your hair and he’s exploring your mouth eagerly.

All too soon, you have to remember to breathe which requires separating from him. 

There’s a content smile written on both your faces.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for as long as I could remember.”

You grin at him, knowing he doesn’t need an explanation from you so instead you get out of his bed and pull one of his hoodies out of his closet. You change in front of him, sliding out of your crop top and sliding his hoodie on. You ditch your sweatpants, opting to just have on the nike pros you’d been wearing underneath them.

You climb into bed again but this time under his covers. He joins you with a grin that shows you all of his emotion and pulls you into his chest, 

“You are so unbelievably hot.”

You curl into him, listening to his heartbeat. There would be time to talk about this later, to work out the fine details. But for now, the two of you both just knew that this was right and you were content with it. You had always loved one another, you just hadn’t realized that it was like this, in this way.

[oliviafms]

brianne tju & she / her cis woman ‷ watch out olivia “liv” sunar,  has crash-landed into roswell !! they look 24 years old and celebrate their birthday on 1st april. they are from dallas texas, reside in aurora apartments and are currently working as a cashier at feel good records . one thing you should know about them is she has a secret stan twitter account‷ 

hello lovelies!! corrie here, so u know i said i was only gonna have three muses, well i lied. i’m back with my fourth muse and this time definitely final muse, i promise!!

death tw // family instability tw // break-up tw // cheating tw

sooo this is olivia, she prefers to be called liv tbh!! she’s twenty four years old and her older sister is dilan sunar . dilan is her adoptive big sister, liv has had a bit of a rocky start in life. 

liv was born to a set of teenage parents, who had no idea what they were doing, fresh out of high-school with not many prospects. 

they tried their best to raise her but ended up failing miserably, often leaving baby liv in dirty diapers etc. 

eventually it was decided that olivia was going to be put up for adoption. it was what was best for the whole family. 

eventually olivia was adopted by the sunar family and everything was hunky dory for a little while, she was living her best life. 

but then sadly, she lost her adoptive too, they sadly passed away when she was a kid. 

that meant she was thrown together with her older sister dilan and their other siblings, it was a bit of a rough time. 

she became very angsty and she rebelled a lot, olivia pushed her older sister away and things got a little tense.

but deep down she knew that dilan was doing her best to take care of her, the pair eventually got closer and became best-friends. 

once dilan moved away, that’s when things got a little crazy for olivia. she moved in with a boyfriend and she got a job. 

she was living her best life with her boyfriend, she really thought this guy was her soulmate but then one day she came home to find her boyfriend cheating on her. 

so she moved out, very upset and moved to roswell to be closer to her older sister. olivia got her own small place @ the aurora apartments and she got her own ginger cat called stella.

since dilan owns feel good records, she got a job there, now she works as a cashier and helps her sister out with stuff. 

she is secretly a very big fangirl and she has her own stan twitter account with a lot of followers, she posts on it pretty regularly. 

she’s also a big fan of the local roswell band fish brains & she’s a bit of a groupie, she tries to make it to most of their gigs. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

siblings

friends

fwbs / hook-ups

exes

neighbours

co-workers

if you’d like to plot with either mattie, aryan, nora or liv then please like this post & i’ll message u or feel free to drop me a message on discord @ corey in the pub ™#0678. thank you pals!!

[foodieforthoughts]

Sand and Stars - Chapter Six

Series Summary: After the water pump being blown up, the insurgents in Baqubah are taking a hold of the food supply to the village. Camp Warhorse is in dire need of reinforcements. It has been eight months of submitting countless requests when the High Command commissions Sergeant Olivia Ross to take her group of men and women and help Captain Syverson and his team to restore a semblance of normalcy. But with the war raging, does it get two hearts closer too?

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC x OMC

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: 18+, fluff, implied smut, angst, mentions of war, military technicalities

A/N: We are back to Captain Sy and Sgt Liv and they are adorable together. But! It’s not always sunshine and rainbows, right? A big thank you to @thelastsock​ for being the best beta ever!

<Chapter Five

Title: Captain Six

“We have support from the locals. Not all of them. But plenty.”

Sy nodded in understanding as Liv informed him about their recent advancements with the villagers. She was dressed in her fatigues, her hair neatly tied in a bun and standing with her hands behind her back. She stood confidently beside Sy’s Lieutenant, the soft city girl disappearing under the strong demeanor of a soldier.

“They want to stay hidden for the time being. But they trust us.” Pepps added, his gloved hands holding the straps of his vest.

“It won’t turn out like the teacher from last year?” Sy asked, glancing from Pepps to Olivia. He remembered the horrible incident where the one person who had decided to help them had been charred to death. He had reached the school to witness a wailing woman and spectators watching as the burnt corpse was being taken to shelter by his brother. The deceased’s wife was shouting curses at them which still to this day kept ringing in Sy’s ears.

“Not currently.” The confidence in Liv’s voice had faltered, her tone dropping an octave. She looked at Pepps nervously with pursed lips.

The Captain let out a sigh. He rubbed his beard and brought his arms up to cross them over his chest. Glancing at the soldiers standing in front of him, he leaned back on his chair. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”

Pepps picked up his gun from the chair and left the office, throwing a nod towards the Captain. Sy watched his Lieutenant walk out the door, leaving only him and Liv in the office. Away from prying eyes, Liv relaxed her shoulders and stood at ease. Bringing her hand to her mouth, she yawned while looking at Sy from the corner of her eyes.

An amused smile crept up on Sy’s bearded face. “Tired?”

Dragging another yawn out of her mouth, Liv smiled lazily at him. “I have been up since…I don’t know… Yesterday? Noon?”

“You had the night shift.” Sy remarked. He had noticed her posted at the barracks with Sloan as he was returning back to his room. She had been animatedly describing something to her comrade, laughing as Sloan had snorted in return.

“I could really take a nice massage.” She rubbed her neck while rolling her shoulders.

Sy smiled at his girl. He was absolutely enamored with the red-haired, gun wielding beauty. A week ago, he had finally kissed her tantalizing lips after agonizing over the thought for so long. He had felt his heart swell, hypothetical butterflies fluttering in his belly. She had tasted sweet; her soft supple lips had glided perfectly against his. The dipping sun had casted a soft glow on her face, making her hair shine like tendrils of lustrous copper.

“Come here.” He commanded with a flick of his hand. Liv raised an eyebrow at him with her hand resting on her neck. Sy tilted his head with a smile as he waited for Liv to move. With a moment of hesitation, she took slow steps towards him. In the week that had followed after their first kiss, they had stolen some more chaste kisses around the camp. Both of them, without voicing their choices, had resorted to keep their budding relationship on the down low. Even if two of their own Sergeants were parading around, openly declaring their love for each other, Sy and Liv could not risk that kind of behavior. They were leaders of their units after all. As much as Sy would love to kiss Liv out in the open, there was a decorum to maintain and Liv agreed.

“Close the door first.” Sy nearly chuckled as Liv’s eyes widened and she hurried towards the worn-out wooden door to his office. Swiftly shutting it close, Liv walked back to him. Sy glanced at her expectant eyes looking down at him. He spread his legs out on the chair and opened his arms, inviting her to sit on his lap.

Liv shook her head at him, rolling her eyes and gracing him with her beautiful smile before climbing on his lap. She straddled him, her hands circling his neck as Sy looked into her golden orbs. He placed a peck on her lips and brought his hands up behind her to work on her tensed shoulders. He pressed down gently on her aching muscles, which elicited a low moan from her. The mellifluous undertone of her voice stirred an arousal in his loins, her thighs rubbing against his crotch not making it any better.

“Now where would you get your massage back home?” He asked, distracting himself with releasing the taut muscles of their tension.

“There’s this place in Tribeca that I frequent when I am on leave.”

Sy felt Liv’s body ease against his as he kneaded his way through her back. He watched as she closed her eyes, reveling in the feeling of relaxation. Her warm breath washed over his face as Liv let out appreciative mewls as he rubbed the aching spot behind her neck. She clutched his t-shirt tightly in her hands as he increased the pressure on the sore spot. Her hips jerked forward, rubbing against his groin making Sy take in a sharp breath.

“Easy there, little birdie.” Sy breathed out. He brought one hand on her cheek, stroking his thumb over her cheekbone and making her open her eyes to look at him. A glint of mischief danced in her whiskey-colored eyes matched by the quirk of her lips. She rocked her hips lightly against his whilst bringing her hand to caress the soft hairs at the nape of his neck.

A shuddering breath escaped Sy’s lips as Liv’s crotch rubbed against his waking arousal. He brought both of his hands down to her hips, grabbing them tightly and stilling her from performing her ministrations on him. Her lips drew out in a pout, her bottom lip sticking out in disapproval.

Sy would have wanted nothing but to take her in his office. Fleeting thoughts about her sensuous, naked body sprawled beneath him had made him jerk off in the privacy of his room. Imaginations had run particularly wild when two nights ago, Sy had pulled Liv into the empty gym hall in the dead of the night. He had pushed her against the wall, his hands on either side of her head, capturing her in place. He was addicted to the feel of her hands on his chest, her lips on his and the breathy moans she elicited. Their chaste kisses had turned to a steamy make-out with tongue rolling against each other, hands grabbing at every inch of their bodies. He had kissed down her neck, pulling her shirt aside to run his warm tongue over her collarbone while Liv had palmed him over his shorts.

Sy knew they would have crossed the line if it wouldn’t have been for the night patrolling unit to come running down the stairs, just outside the gym.

“I think I should retire to my quarters.” Liv commented, bringing her head to rest on his shoulder. “I need a long night’s sleep.” She muttered against his skin, yawning again.

Sy ran his hand soothingly over her back. He held her close to his body, listening to her breathing as she drifted in and out of sleep. He was aware she was overworked. Besides running their main objective of fetching the food truck, she had also immersed herself in the work of the Special Forces. Liv made sure to go out to the village and speak to the inhabitants with Sy’s men, trying to understand their problems and sympathizing with them. To add to her schedule, Sy and Liv woke up early most mornings to catch the sunrise whilst drinking tea. It was like a routine for them and Sy wasn’t complaining. Although everything was sunshine and roses for them at the moment, he also wanted her to open up to him.

Sy had spilled about his entire life in front of her. He did not want to keep secrets from her, and he wanted to know hers. His life was like an open book to her now but all he could do was read the title of hers. Liv was a closed off person, hiding behind snarky comebacks and friendly banter. Sy had tried asking about her life back home, but all he could gather was that she had a younger brother and her parents, all residing in New York.

He listened to her snore lightly as her arms fell down from around his neck. She felt feather light against his body, her lean thighs resting effortlessly over his thick ones. He couldn’t let her fall asleep on his lap for the night, but he decided to let her take a quick nap for a few minutes.

“You are so comfortable.” She mumbled after a few minutes. “Like a life-size teddy bear.”

Sy chuckled softly. Liv turned her face on his shoulder and started peppering kisses along Sy’s neck. He breathed in slowly, goosebumps rising on his arms. His shoulders were circled by Liv’s arms again, her hands resting lightly at the back of his neck. She left a wet trail of kisses from under his earlobe to the crook of his neck. Sy closed his eyes as desire stirred within him. He felt her breasts press against his chest as Liv arched her back while blowing her hot breath on his warm skin.

“Liv,” he drawled her name out. His hands rested on her waist pulling her closer to him.

Sy wanted to give his all to her. He wanted her to be his in ways more than one. But he knew so little about her. He wanted to connect to her, mind and body. Sy understood he was seen as someone who would sleep around, whoring his way around town. He was anything but.

“I don’t know anything about you.” He whispered out loud stilling Olivia in his arms.

She pushed herself away from him to stare at him. “What do you mean?”

Sy took a deep breath. He knew he would sound like an insistent, clingy boyfriend if he barraged her with questions about her life. Maybe it was too soon for them, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted to know her.

“I don’t know where you live and I’m not talking about the city.” He adds as her mouth opens to interject. “What about your family? Your friends? Your life outside the army?”

“Where is this coming from?” She tilted her head to the side and rested her hands on his chest.

“I told you about my first time in high school and so many embarrassing childhood memories. Things I haven’t told anyone before. Things people don’t expect me to remember.” He shook his head at himself, overwhelmed by his own vulnerability.

Olivia’s eyes softened as he blabbered about himself. She placed a hand on his cheek, gently rubbing his soft beard. “I feel honored to know such private details about your life. I’m not hiding anything.” He leaned against her hand, nodding in agreement. “Okay, so, I live in Brooklyn, not with my family. I have a whole of two friends outside the army and one distant cousin in Minneapolis. Schmidt is my best friend, as you must have noticed, and I didn’t go to college because I joined the army right after I graduated from high school.”

“You didn’t go to college?”

“Did you?” Her eyes widened at him.

Sy rubbed the back of his neck and adjusted in his seat. “I have a degree in political science.” He watched Liv’s mouth drop open and she blinked several times.

“Wow. You just got a whole lot sexier, Captain Syverson.” She leaned in to plant a kiss on his lips. “Lot more intelligent than silly me.”

Sy laughed at her silliness. He placed both of his hands on her cheeks and gazed at her, his eyes tracing every details of her face. His thumb grazed over her lips. He felt content with the new information about her life, but a particular question kept nagging him. “Were you with anyone before me?”

He watched as she shifted awkwardly on his lap. Her eyes dropped down to focus on his chest, her mouth pressing into a thin line. He looked at her with expectant eyes practically hearing the wheels turning in her mind.

“Everyone has a past.” She said, the mirth in her voice disappearing with her finger twisting in his t-shirt. “Let’s just say, for now, I shouldn’t have messed with someone’s feelings and I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.”

Sy could see she was uncomfortable talking about it. She refused to look him in the eye while she spoke, fixating on tracing circles on his chest instead. He brought his finger under her chin to make her look up. Her eyes held veiled emotions, silently pleading him to not coax her into talking about it any further. He smiled at her softly, nudging her nose with his.

“Okay.” He whispered, pecking her lips reassuringly. “Now you should go to bed. Food truck retrieval tomorrow.”

Sy let Liv climb off his lap, an emptiness filling his being at the loss of warmth from her body. He raked his gaze over the curve of her body as she stretched her arms above her head.

“See you in the morning?” She asked, walking towards the door. Her hand rested on the latch, waiting for his answer.

Sy nodded at her, watching as she opened the door and walked out into the corridor. The bustling sounds of the camp greeted his ears, bringing him back to the present, away from the cocoon he had with Liv.

That was twenty hours ago. The scorching desert heat beat down on him as they hurriedly drove to Camp Warhorse. Sy ached for those hours now. He wanted nothing more than to share more about her life. Engulf himself in her presence again. Comms blaring, commands coming from every direction. The SOS message from Echo team assigned to the food truck still rang in his ears.

"Chopper hit. We're under attack."

Sy’s heart was beating in his chest, thumping against his ribcage. Their engines roared as he pressed down on the accelerator, blowing sand as his tires skidded along the dirt road.

Blood chilled in his veins when the second message came through, clear in the chaos.

"Repeat, under attack. 3 wounded. 1 KIA."

Chapter Seven>

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[aomineavenue]

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

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

Pairings: Miya Atsumu x f!Reader

Updates: irregular.

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

Warnings: Language, etc. 

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

Status: completed. | series masterlist

↩ chapter seven bonus | healing | at peace ↪

mia speaks:

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

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

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

In Atsumu’s case, it was the latter. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It just felt right. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Missed the warmth that radiated from just your mere touch. 

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

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

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

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

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

Home.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You don’t remember?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

It made Atsumu feel complete. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Suwa-san?” 

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

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

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

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

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

“How do you—” 

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

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

Knock. Knock. Knock.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What does bitch mean?”