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moonartemisia · 5 months
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May I present to you the holy trinity of my boys with family issues/mostly sibling issues 😔💕
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yenqa · 1 day
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firsts
synopsis — sakusa and you have never had a conversation, and honestly you’re terrified of the man. but one conversation turns out to be many more of your firsts with sakusa.
warnings — reader is scared of men LMFAO, not really any
pairing — sakusa x implied fem!reader
wordcount — 710
a/n — happy birthday to himm! also my first hq post in a while OOPS also not proofread sorry!
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You’ve never really talked to Sakusa.
You had been the manager of the volleyball team since your first year–and you had known him since then, but for some reason, you haven’t talked to him unless it’s volleyball related.
In fact–you don’t think you’ve ever had a conversation with him. But there's a first for everything, right?
Itachiyama has made it to nationals (not like it’s a surprise), and everyone has just arrived. The room continues to fill with people you don’t know, so you decide it’s best to stick with your team so you don’t get lost.
Well apparently that was a horrible idea to everyone else. Because you’ve lost everyone but Sakusa. 
And you’re terrified. Surrounded in a room full of men you don’t know sounded like your worst nightmare, and you were living it currently.
Frantically scanning the room for anyone that’s not Sakusa, you somehow can’t spot any of the familiar bright yellow and green jackets your team is wearing.
Everyone knows that Sakusa doesn’t like to be bothered. But when you make eye contact with him, you change your expression to a way where he understands you’re pleading for help.
And he nods once.
Your mouth breaks out into a smile, and you shimmy your way to the crowd. Letting out a sigh of relief–you lean on the wall for support, muttering a small thank you to Sakusa. 
You don’t expect him to say anything back, but you can hear his muffled voice say, “You okay?”
Tilting your head slightly up to make eye contact with him, you smile as you say, “Yeah–I’m fine. Are you nervous?”
You’re not sure why you ask the question, he probably doesn’t want to be bothered. I mean–you were still kind of shocked that he let you even be near him.
“Not really. Are you?”
You’re even more shocked when he continues the conversation. You’d expect he’d be the most rude person if he didn’t want to talk. “I-uhm I am a little bit. But we’re exempt from playing today right?”
Yeah–this definitely is the first and last conversation you’ll ever have with him.
He nods.
Then it’s silent.
Surprisingly, the silence isn't the most awkward thing you’ve experienced. It feels as if you’re just two people co-existing.
You watch as everyone excitedly hugs each other or glares at their next opponent. One person even tries to rile up the other, eliciting a small chuckle from you.
From the corner of your eye you can tell he’s curious, but he hasn’t said anything yet. This time, you take initiative to point at the players, also describing the jacket colors.
And you swear you can hear him laugh.
Not a full–hearty laugh obviously, but a small chuckle. A quiet one that you don’t even notice. But it’s definitely the first time you’ve heard him do anything resembling a laugh.
“You laughed.” You blurt out, before you even realize. 
He furrows his brows, “I did.”
Your eyes widen, “Sorry–oh my gosh, it’s just the first time I’ve heard your laugh before, Sakusa-san. I swear I didn’t mean it like that–you just have a nice laugh–”
And now he’s actually laughing–like not even hard to hear.
He’s laughing, he’s hunched over, shaking and clutching his stomach. You don’t think you’ve ever felt more mortified in your life.
“It wasn’t that funny was it?” You ask, a frown on your face.
Sakusa catches his breath, “Funnier than any of the jokes Komori tries to make.”
“There wasn’t even a joke! And I happen to like the jokes he makes!”
“Only if you’re sick in the head.”
You scoff at his remark, “Wow, Sakusa-san, you’re very hard to please.”
“Kiyoomi.”
“Another complaint?” You tease, trying to play dumb at what he’s trying to imply. 
“Call me Kiyoomi.”
You can feel heat rush to your cheeks, you tuck your hair back behind your ear and mutter, “Okay, Kiyoomi.”
And even though he’s wearing a white mask, you swear you can see his eyes crinkle and you can assume the corners of his mouth turn up ever so slightly. 
You’ve had many firsts with Sakusa today. This is the first time you’ve seen him smile–just maybe next time he’ll do it while his face is fully shown.
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yenqa © please do not copy, steal or translate.
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nyxrev · 10 months
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Tsukuyomi ツクヨミ
alt. 月読、月夜見: Japanese Moon God, implied to be male, not major deity but has some tales, notably when he killed a food goddess at a feast bc he was disgusted by how she created food from her body. His sister-wife Sun Goddess Amaterasu, horrified by his action, was so angry she exiled him from Heaven and refused to look at him again, thus is how day-night separated as Sun & Moon never meet.
With our snotty sleazy God on the Moon, I must wonder if Tsukuyomi, lit. The Moon God Org., is related, as they seem so eager to fetch Psykos, the “Third Eye” who can see the future, who we know from the swirly planetary mental imagery, has had prior contact with God.
Chapter I: Apollo
——*Welcome to Moon Craters Highway Radio for road rage therapy and drive escapades, what a lovely sunny noon out here! All's calm yet why do I smell the musty rot of evil afoot? Whatever could it be?
We hear your engines rumble with excitement, so take a seat on the passenger's side as we go full throttle on a wild ride through the hearth of our roads! —Only at the Hero Association HQ~*
Commentary brought to you by Apollo's poison pill (still stuck in his eye help me out)
Of course, damp stagnant underground spaces, with lack of ventilation n ever loom of darkness, are the perfect ground for unhygienic practices, such as the proliferation of (virulent) microbes…
Why is it always the smiley mask suit man
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Rich. Mysterious. Creepy. What an atmosphere.
He comes to collect samples for experiment on behalf of his assoc., “for research purposes,” he says humbly, but not surprised to see him refer to live human like an object. Mad scientist? No, meticulously evil scientist.
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God I can smell his perfume two lots away and it reeks of evil, ill omen.
Which brand d'you bet the Moon agents wear? I throw Hugo as an option. Strong and obnoxious
Notice how a mere agent exudes enough latent, passive psychic energy for Fubuki to sense it? And she seems to feel it quite strongly. I expect him to be decently troublesome.
Oops… it would be all for naught if the precious brain gets damaged, now, wouldn't it… because as the rumoured “Third Eye” we heard so much about, the secret to future vision also lies here…he says, as cradles her head gently, coldly, with -out an ounce of affection, only ambition for an excellent sample acquired for nefarious deeds.
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“Would you like to torture her?” “No need,” he replies, brief but courteous enough.
Now I'm not sure what he did to Psykos there, it looks like a psychic gunshot or taser, but clearly all they care about's her brain and what it holds. They may not torture her (doubt they wouldn't), but they would only keep her sane/alive enough to extract momentous pieces for their research.
ラボで開頭して隅々まで調べます
隅々まで sumizumi made (reduplicative): lit. to the end of every corner, every nook and cranny, all the ins and outs
調べる: to investigate, examine, check, look into
“We'll perform a craniotomy back at the lab to explore every nook and cranny”
No need for torture, they'll do much worse.
His way of speech makes my skeleton want to crawl out of my flesh.
Absolutely Unhinged.
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I can't tell what emotion he has capacity for, but mb he's so surprised his pupils went o_o; or mb even it's his spark of idea expression to bait and catch Fubuki too. He has no eyebrows, must've exchanged them for maximum zappy. N why he look like a Demon Slayer chara except deflated.
Notice how exec went “Oi guards, can't you see our generous Mr. Sponsor is…” at Fubuki group, straight from diplomatic, an almost obsequious customer service voice* to an imperative voice of displeased authority.
*eg. prior scene when exec welcomed him with: お待ち申し上げておりました。どうぞこちらへ。 “We've expected you. Please, this way.” It's hard to explain but they used respectful language for every part there. It's humble deferential speech, expected formality, but the fact they're polite to an outsider w data (next) yet irritated by Fubuki and only scared when Tatsumaki comes… they know their shady deals can't be exposed.
Now as Tatsumaki cracks down the door roof to your crimes, fearsome as a tornado can be, I fell for their act like a diet pill down a beauty's tea.
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“Don't interfere, you outsider!!” And she makes modern art out of our Moon agent.
Fear not, he is sturdy. And smart enough to knock out unneeded eyes of execs and security.
Don't we all love an ambidextrous multitasker?
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“How convenient. I'll make you sisters souvenir too.” An excellent addition, if only you could get your hands on them so easily as you wish.
She yeet him so hard he lost his coat, or he took it off bc he activated Serious Solar Storm. Well, the starry Cosmic Garou shirt looks dapper but better not just toss your coat on the ground at a rival's house if it has your valuables.
His tie has a U crescent idk the specific term for but if I search without scientific names is weird. Prefer scientific detail til I can sort out the lores. Apparently, the moon is related to clairvoyance. Believe what you will but I feel Moon Readers of Tsukuyomi seek out prophecy not to be sought.
Maybe moon phases on their ties correspond to rank and power.He's just a henchman after all. If agents have phases, mb the boss has full moon. Mb also means “power” is completed, but I feel it is dangerous to reach completed power.
When we saw God crawl out of his crusty moon den, the moon was lit on top ◠ an angle difficult & unnatural from earth. If ◡ crescent is humans, opposite you reach God, “ascended” as Fubuki said. Except it's NOT somewhere to ascend. We already saw why not to connect with God.
So break my tangent, let's get back on track.
As his aura crackles with flames, our agent pats off dust and engages Tatsumaki. Heh, not bad… She looks down at him, literally and figuratively, a little lab rat should be no big deal for her, but,
Fubuki comments, “He's strong.” Perhaps not unmanageable, but def stronger than expected.
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Sure enough, he starts off strong.
Fubuki may not be the strongest esper by sheer power output-wise, but she is not imperceptive. Remember when Gearsper's energy output was so strong she almost mistook it for her sister? When she senses power, she really senses it. So I'd trust her judgement of its strength at least.
Oof—the gust, the gales, what sandy breeze on our sails. Guess he can hold his own, for now.
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Let's take a moment to appreciate Murata's flex of artistic muscles before moon agent tires out.
“…I may be at a slight disadvantage…” Slight??Pathetic, Tatsumaki ridicules.
Your starry scars look about to burst, heed your limit, man. You'll get dust in your eyes- oh oops, I'll shut it, I'm an ill omen. Bite my tongue Bide my time Baby I'm not even here
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“Poor Guinea Pig”
“Hmph, you needn't belittle me so, you know…” I do wonder if you can still keep on your air of condescension if you know what I'm about to do.
Did she really just call him a “Pitiful Marmot”?
モルモット: transliteration - marmot.
I thought it strange for marmot to mean guinea pig as an experiment animal like an equivalent of lab rat, so I dug round, turns out it's historical language confusion, not much we can do about it now. What's the unfortunate chosen animal of your language(s)?
Tbh, I'd add Pitiful Marmot to my vocabulary, for most affectionate purposes, of course.
It looks like she hit the nail on the head cuz her slight hurt the artificial esper's pride enough to set off the next step of Apollo's mission.
Now y'all done it. He broke the capsule! sleepy…
No! You Fool. Afoollo Why you gotta expose me like that. Why'd you out your strategy?! You had Data yet can't grasp her ability??! Thought you could outsmart and overpower her? Fool. You just jeopardized your precious junior's effort and lost your trump card. Well, I don't know how precious he is to you but you should prolly cherish him a little for he's considerate enough to bail you out of your stupid mistakes and drive you home with a bloody concussion.
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“Natural Espers are a defective species. Perish.”
Brother your logic is defective. If natural espers didn't exist how can artificial ones like you ever exist hah? You even need existent natural ones alive to create your artificial comrades.
I must ask though, what did he mean with they “lack balance and harmony”? Did he mean they rely on psychic power so much they're physically weak??
His face just gets creepier. Then he pulls a stunt and I wonder if Tatsumaki rly had a hard time or just let him get the illusion of victory to locate the pill. —*More on Apollo's Mission next post.
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4ragon · 1 year
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You asked for writing prompts so: write about from the perspective of a Promare character you've never done before that relates to the word "mirrorball"
Alright, this did take a bit of googling, because I have never heard of a mirrorball, but I guess it’s another word for disco ball? And/or a taylor swift song. I’m going to go with disco ball since I don’t know shit about t swift, sorry!
“Sooooooo, what do you think?”
Aina groaned a bit, palms of her hands covering her eye sockets as he attempted to blink away the light dancing in her eyes. “What do I think?” she snapped. “I think you two are going to kill someone with that!”
“What?!” As Aina blinked a few times, she managed to see Galo’s silhouette slam the end of his matoi into the concrete floor of the Burning Rescue HQ Garage. “What are you talking about? We’re Burning Rescue! We save people!”
“Yeah,” Lucia said, waving her arms as Aina’s vision finally returned to her. “My devices aren't made to kill people, dummy.”
“Hell yeah!” Galo held up the matoi, spinning it in his hands like it was some sort of staff. “Doesn’t this get you pumped up, Aina?! Aren’t you ready to get out there and save some lives?!”
The mirrorball at the end of the device suddenly lit up, sending a cascade of dazzling light through the entire garage and directly into Aina’s eyeballs. She yelped, covering her face again.
“Whoops.”
“Hey assholes, guess who has to pilot a helicopter!” Aina shouted, swatting forward but connecting with nothing. “You want me to crash through a skyscraper with a helicopter full of burn victims?! Because this is how you cause me to crash through a skyscraper with a helicopter full of burn victims.”
“Alright, so maybe we have to recalibrate,” Lucia groaned, as if Aina were saying something unreasonable. “But come on, think of the benefits of having more lights in the field! Think of the versatility!”
“Yeah, think of the versatility!” Galo said, crossing his arms, causing the light to scatter back into Aina’s face just as she peaked an eye open. Aina yelped, covering her face again. “Oops.”
“Yeah, oops!” She groaned, hands whipping down as she glared at the two of them, smiling sheepishly back at her. “Can you two work on something useful?”
Galo scoffed. “And what, exactly, is more useful than upgrading my signature weapon?”
“I don’t know. Anything? Maybe, like, a robot that makes Frappuccinos on demand.”
Lucia and Galo both huffed, exchanging glances.
“Some people just don’t appreciate art,” Lucia groaned.
“Right?”
“Ugh.” Just then, the door to the garage opened. Out walked the captain, wearing a tank top covered in grease. Aina perked up. “Oh, perfect. The captain will have my back.”
“No way,” Galo shot back. “He's totally on the level! He'll see the benefits of giving me more light.”
Aina rolled her eyes. “Sure he will. Hey Captain!”
“Remove it,” the captain replied, not even once looking up as he strode past toward his workbench.
And immediately, Lucia and Galo wilted. “...fuck.”
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confessions-haikyuu · 4 years
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idk lately been thinking about racism, people, the government, etc. it’s crazy how racism is connected to literally everything like the police (who you’d think protect you), and the government (who you’d think care for you, serve you, etc). like there’s just so much corruption in every corner of everything, and capitalism just fuels this. we talked about this in my sociology class where in capitalism, only a few make it to the top while every one else is just left to fend for themselves. in capitalism, we literally sell ourselves to work for people so that we can afford food, housing clothes, etc... but aren’t those things natural human rights? people are literally profiting off of the things every one should have. why are there people who are worrying about if they’ll eat tonight? capitalism. why are there people who are afraid they’ll get kicked out of their apartment because they can’t pay rent? capitalism. 
it’s like we’re slaves. we grow up, are forced to go to school where the government tries to dumb us down, we are pressured to go to college (which costs thousands of dollars), and we get jobs because we not only need to pay off college debt, but we also have to pay for food, clothing, and shelter. we are literally alive, we are here on this planet existing, and there are people controlling how we live, what we do, what we have to pay for, these people who are supposed to be protecting us are deciding our value. why does life have to be exactly this way? 
in school, they teach you communism is this horrible thing, all people are poor, every one will go hungry, they teach you that everyone gets paid the same. they teach you that being equal and just is wrong. in true communism, every one gets what they need, they don’t get more they don’t get less, they get what they need. people are like “Well in communism, if everyone has what they need, then people won’t want to work.” you’re wrong. if every one has what they need, they don’t need to be worried about working for money. they can work for passion because every body really wants to do something. for example, you really want to become a doctor? why? most people would say “because I want to help people,” not because they want money. you want to become a vet? why? you want to help animals. you want to create music? why? because you want to help others feel good and understand themselves. 
the most important thing Marx said about capitalism is that it will eventually collapse in on itself because the workers will be so poor that they can’t buy anything, the businesses will cease to exist, etc. Another thing he said is that communism will overcome capitalism through the use of violence. I believe we are already there, and I hope that there is a positive change to the world.
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sugasugawarau · 3 years
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Terushima Yuuji is a hardcore closeted Justin Bieber fan and Baby the music video was the very core of his romantic aspirations when he was 15 years old
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jnixz · 2 years
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(Aquato-Family-Circus here) your tags abt Gristol's mental space potentially having a different layer inside the mailbox is so fun... imagining a place that feels a little under developed and has construction signs but it's there. to Gristol's disbelief and stubborn refusal to accept it he has Opinions and Thoughts and Feelings abt HQ and the employees that extend past "obstacles in my grand maligula scheme". They're not even all good opinions (there's a lot of petty negative shit actually, lol) but they're still there
Hehe yeah, I think it's very much implied that people's mindscapes are flexible and got different spaces. It's a fun exploration on the parts of the person. (I should really write down thoughts on each pn2 level but ah busy)
Aforementioned Tag-rambling post because reading it in my current theme sucks:
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I have a feeling the Mailbox is actually a bit more constructed despite what Gristol thinks. Most of what is solid is related to letters and packages he delivers though. 
The employees look like cardboard cutouts like the Grulovian peasants. The real people he considers obstacles (like the grandhead maybe) would be like the Ford statues, probably blocking a path. Till he gets someone to move it anyway. I like imagining the particularly negative stuff are like scribbling on like a marker on a poster haha extremely childish and shallow.
The level layout would be similar to Motherlobe HQ, but instead it all looks like the mailroom. Do you ever think about how the vents are so big and the package system can fit a box with a person in it? Now plaster that everywhere you go in this Mailbox section.
Anyway I ended up really thinking a bit about the ideas on what the inside of the Mailbox space could look like. I could probably sketch it out but a bit preoccupied this week.
I DID however, end up writing a kind of a fic because I kept thinking of all the other Gristol/Nick posts, specially the Identity Crisis one, as an answer to this ask buut yeah it evolved hehe (0v0) whoops. 
Kinda wrote this like a dream-like narrative and stuff, mostly to sorta kinda just start on the ideas of that Mailbox corner of the mentalscape. [Ao3 Link]
C/o Nick Johnsmith
It was like the opposite of the the Fatherland Follies. Quite unlike the backstage of it where its broken up and twisted by the important bits. Instead of the black void surrounding a one way path, The Mail Room would start as an enclosed labyrinth-like space like the size of the vents a certain child went through, stumbling out to a certain senior agent’s lab. 
There's a lot of corridors going in different directions. A bunch of cans and letters litter the halls. The walls look unfinished, like someone might put another corridor but aren't quite sure yet. There's doors marked under construction with no door handle. There's colored mail slots on some of the dead ends. 
It's easy to get lost.
You aren't sure where you are going, your stomach growls. You feel like you’ve been walking walking and just walking around in circles. 
The Mail Runs On Trust
You pick up a letter along the way to see if putting it in one of the mailslots would get you somewhere-- then suddenly you end up in a hallway with a mirror in the end. Who is this guy in another outfit on the other side?
Oh wait! he has a nametag, it's -- "Welcome, Nick Johnsmith - Mailroom Staff" The scanner loudly announces.
...
The vents and the conveyor belts are above you, and its all twisted up layered in every directions. There is dust everywhere. Nobody has been sorting the mail (they tried but they aren’t good enough, somehow even the broken was better than them).
It was easy enough to get the job. Nick-- yes that is me alright-- new staff here
The packages need to be sorted up the chutes -- up there. (Why?? Would you need to throw these?) You climb up with the help of ladders leading up to a hole and -- oop it’s a portal.
You recognize the familiar walls of the vents, but now there’s markings in the walls that are the same to the packages you hold.
You walk and walk, finally with direction.
You deliver the mail into the right slots, and it opens back to the mailroom, where the conveyor belt straightens and you can send off packages safely.
You do it several times, and now the doors under construction open up for you.  There are other employees around here, some floating and chatting. You hear gossip about another person’s life, or about the paper they have been using.
You call to one of them, giving them your most charming smile, flowery compliment, and of course their mail, the correct package. 
They ask you to stay but you refuse. You go back to the mailroom.
...
Sometimes, you pass by this door that kind of looks like the levitation elevator psychics go through in HQ, except this one had thought of non-psychics and is upright sideways. 
When you go through it, the vent corridors open up to form a road, you can finally see the sky but you aren't sure what color it is. There's stars in the sky. The road leads to a boat and an all too open ocean. You go back inside, not quite trusting where you would end up if you went out there.
...
You continue work, till every vent and conveyor belt is sorted out. You are actually getting hungry, and you didn’t notice till now. Where do you eat again?
There is a knob near the mirror and you reach to open it like a door. You are back in the corridors. No matter, you are Nick Johnsmith - Senior Mailroom Staff, and you know your way around here by now.
...
Walking in the corridors, you were about to head to the Noodle Bowl when a kid on a pony shows up grumbling about the lack of his favourite food. 
You ask if he wants something else instead. The kid shakes his head and insists, as if he hasn’t eaten anything else but the best eggs, all for a little prince like me. He seems eager to share that as a fact.
Come on -- he starts going down toward this vent that looks like the top tin can. It's easy enough to open, when you go in the metal corridors unfolds into a red carpet. You don't see the kid anywhere. 
It twists and turns but stays in one path, the walls open up to the void.  Golden ornaments start to decorate the railings and its starting to look famili- ah, there's the royal family picture. 
You are back at the start. 
You know where this goes
You should get back on the ride. You’ve been walking for a long while.
There’s caviar at the casino, a plot in the Motherlobe and a throne waiting in Grulovia. Everyone should know better than stop Gristol Malik from getting what he deserves.
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nekomas-kuroo · 3 years
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friend antics
ft oikawa tooru, iwaizumi hajime, yaku morisuke, and lev haiba
request: Hi! I know you write headcanons that are mostly romantic but have you done a friendship one? Like being friends with the HQ boys, how you hang out, etc. Preferably Oikawa, Iwa, Yaku, or Lev? If you have time that is! Thanks xoxo!
a/n: hi anon thank you so much for this!! i’m in a huge slump with romantic headcanons (they make me feel gross for some reason???) so i really appreciate this and i’m honestly willing to write more just friendship ones at any point!!
also i think some of these can also be read as romantic too oops
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oikawa tooru
ohhhhh boy i can see you either being an iwa (slightly calm) or just as chaotic as oikawa is
literal partners in crime you two mess with each other constantly
you’re the one who yells at him the most of not resting his knee it’s like daily texts and if you see him overextending himself in practice you WILL yell at him
sometimes you’ll sit through his extra long practices and just do your own thing, but you guys will just have casual conversations while he practices
he gets so excited when you show up to games!
whether or not you actually play, you have an amazing understanding of volleyball from going to his games, sitting through practices, or even sitting with him as he analyzes other teams’ games
you guys are always going out together. like whenever he’s not practicing you two are always together. hell even when he IS practicing you’re together
honestly you guys are just adorable besties joined at the hip
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iwaizumi hajime
you two can actually have coherent thoughts! the most put together of any of these friend pairings actually
you’re a breath of fresh air to iwa, whether or not he actually admits it
he feels like he just recharges with you, ya know?
you do a lot of like, chill domestic things together. like one of you will call the other and be like “grocery store run?” and somehow it’s both a chill and very fun experience
he’s literally only soft with you. like he’ll give you piggyback rides and check in with you constantly to make sure you’re good, because he just really wants his best friend to be okay
you both clown oikawa it’s a joint effort
you’re those cool best friends that everyone thinks are goals
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yaku morisuke
ABSOLUTE LOYAL BESTIES OH MY GOD
you hype each other up so much in everything you do you’d fight someone for each other
you’re always the one screaming the loudest when he pulls off the best save
you two are always texting! you don’t always have time to hang out in person so you’re sending each other jokes and memes constantly
always end up texting each other the same joke, ESPECIALLY when you’re in the same class
an insane amount of inside jokes. not even jokes it’s just obscure references that only you two would get. drives kuroo INSANE to have a conversation with the two of you
you guys study together a lot. most times when you hang out you’re studying or distracting each other from studying
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lev haiba
negative braincells! y’all are always getting into trouble
listen,,, it’s not like you and lev are trying to be mischevious, but lev gets an idea and either a) doesn’t listen when you try to stop him, or b) you enable him
he’s the sweetest best friend tho like he looks like an excited puppy when he sees you and he’ll always be relate things back to you when he’s with the team
“oh hey y/n does that!” or “oh that reminds me of this one time with y/n” like he’s so endearing he never shuts up about you
you go out and do a lot of fun things together. like arcades (if that’s your thing), any kind of fun activity
also you two help the other with insecurities all the time. he’ll confide in you his insecurities about being on the team and you pull a sugawara “NEGATIVITY BE GONE!” and he’ll also do the same for you and any insecurities you have
honestly just a tall ray of sunshine who loves you unconditionally
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stargazingfangirl18 · 3 years
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Your shameless hoe hq banner gives me life, but also has me thinking...if you had to assign characters (CE or others) as positions in your hoe organization, who would you pick as secretary, security, treasurer, public relations, etc? I nominate you as President Hoe
Oh my goddd. I am cackling so much at this. First of all, you have noooo idea how much I needed this today. I am a hot mess at the prospect of returning to hell!job tomorrow after winter break. My poor bb nervous systems is like, “PLEASE GOD, NO!!” so I am throwing myself into hoeing today to have some fucking fun and ruin some panties.
Now, here at Shameless Hoe HQ, it’s our mission to show you a good time.
Here is the shameless hoe wet dream team to take care of you:
Shameless Hoe Queen: Siri
At this point in my life, the word “President” has a cheeto dusted barf inducing connotation for me, so my acting title shall be Shameless Hoe Queen. Think Daenerys from GoT, except instead of dragons, my sweet, loyal pets are all of my CE fictional daddies 😍
Instead of a Cabinet, I maintain a Governing Body, and I start each and every GB assembly with this:
“Okay boys, let’s discuss how you’re gonna govern my body today.”
(I am cackling so much right now omggg, I hope ya’ll are having as much fun with this as me 😘)
Hand of the Queen: Steve Rogers
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Instead of Vice President, I’ve appointed a Hand of the Queen, my top strategist and closest confidant. And who better to help me strategize and rock my world on the daily than the Man with a Plan himself? Steve takes his job very seriously and is always ::ahem:: excited to report for duty. We have had many deep, thorough, groundandfurniturebreaking meetings in the Ovaries Office (So much more cackling 😂😂😂).
(Putting the rest under a cut so I’m not ruining your feeds 😘)
Legal Affairs: Andy Barber & Mike Weiss
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Instead of a Secretary, I will appoint a Legal Affairs team led by my favorite floofy haired lawyer daddy, Andy. His right hand man will be a clean because we love him and want him to thrive Mike. Although Andy isn’t necessarily my secretary, I have fun pretending to be his. And this GQ mfer of all things serious business isn’t afraid to loosen his tie and get down and dirty when it comes to said serious business. (Read: serious business is just railing me until I’m crying from both ends.) P.S. I was very intentional with the title of Legal Affairs team, if yanno what I mean 👀
Security Team: Ari Levinson, Curtis Everett, & Mr. Freezy
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Ari is the Director of SHH security (and omg wait I just realized our biz acronym would be shh and I’m fucking dying. That’s what they coo to me when I’m whining that I can’t take anymore 🥴) and is running all things daily protection. He’s the brains and beefcake bod behind all defense operations and strategy. He works closely with Curtis, who isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty and also brings an element of getting the job done whatever it takes. Then we have our scary AF Mr. Freezy, who isn’t around daily, but is our go to for any dark deeds, specific marks, or if I’m just feeling super nasty, ja feel? 🤷🏻‍♀️
Tallier of Ruined Panties: Ransom Drysdale
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Instead of Treasurer, I’ve appointed a Tallier of Ruined Panties, and who better than Ransom? We all know how much he loves counting what doesn’t belong to him, yanno, like his trust fund and all the money Harlan left Marta and not him (ohh sick burn, right? It’s okay, I’ll make it up to him 😏). And on the days when the numbers aren’t quite hitting the target, well, sweater daddy seeks me out in the Ovaries Office and works his magic to hit the mark and get those numbers where they need to be (this isn’t even that dirty, but I’m super turned on RN, oops 🥴).
Public Relations: Johnny Storm & Bryce Langley
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All things PR and marketing will be led by Johnny, who knows his way around the media, and has years and years and years of experience in public relations. Liiike so many fucking public--and private--relations, ya’ll. He’s lost count honestly (and one time Ransom tried to tally for him, but even he got annoyed with how long it was taking and quit - he’s only in it for a long time if it’s a good time, ja feel?) but it’s part of what makes him good at his job. He’s assisted by Bryce, who is a pro at public image and all things charm and charisma.
Technology Director: Jake Jensen
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There’s no one else I’d rather have running SHH tech than Jensen. Not only is he good at his job but he makes it fun, and let me tell you, in my experience, it’s rare to find tech guys who are not assholes, so I covet our sweet, goofy boi and make sure to show him just how much I appreciate him. On the daily. ‘Cause if a day goes by when I don’t get to bask in the glory of those bulging biceps, well, I’m just not doing my job as Shameless Hoe Queen.
Transportation Director: Frank Adler
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Frank is a mechanical whiz and loves to tinker with all things transportation, like boats and trucks, but he also just has a gift for making things run like a well-oiled machine. He’s very good at lubrication, ja feel? My favorite ride of his? Can you guess? 👀Also, working closely with me is good for Cranky Franky, ‘cause I get him out of his head and into my hoo ha when he needs a break from all those thoughts running rampant in that broody brain of his.
Events Team: Nick Vaughan & Colin Shea
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Here at SHH, we’re not just about working hard, we like playing hard too. (Actually, now that I think about it, we like a lot of hard things...well, maybe that’s just me 👀 ). Our Events Team is directed by our sweet, sensitive prince, Nick. Not only is he providing some tunes during playtime, he’s also a really good planner and is A+++ at making sure everyone is having a good time. Colin is right there with him, providing live musical entertainment when the wet dream team and hoe friends cum together for a good time, and he’s also prone to interfacing with catering, because this boi likes to eat. (And that’s a talent of his I really like to take advantage of 🥴💦).
Thank you for visiting Shameless Hoe HQ, where we take your pleasure very seriously. I meeean, there’s a reason why our motto is what it is:
Cum one, cum all!
😘😘😘
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Omg @holacia2 I adore you and this ask got so out of hand but in the best way ever, and I just love hoeing with all of you soooo mu-uu-uch! 🥺😭😭😭
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Better Us Than Them// Fox Miya Twins x Fem!Reader
If you are a minor, please DO NOT READ//DNI with me about this.
Pairing: Miya Atsumu x Fem!Reader x Miya Osamu
Summary: The Miya Twins finally come to an agreement in regards to sharing sharing you.
Tags: 18+, Fox-folk Miya Twins, Fox Miya Twins, First Time, Consent, Established Relationship, Ghosts We See-Related Warnings: 18+, Mentions of stalker-ish/territorial behavior, Dubcon but not really?? (more like first-time jitters), Slight Magical…Bondage? Word Count: 6.4k
A/N: Shoutout to @yanderexbabydoll​​ for their support and Master™ advice! And @knightofameris​​ for constant encouragement and listening to all my stress screams.
My first time writing a mature fic and it stressed me the hell out. I warning tagged the hell out of this as a precaution. You don’t need to read Ghosts We See but it will give you a LOT of context. This is to celebrate the new HQ release, Miya twins’ birthday, and Kinktober I guess? I can’t do 31days(this alone keeled me), so this is my only contribution. GWS readers have also been DEMANDING Fox Miya Twins + possible Repopulation?? scenario😂😂 I mentioned to readers of GWS that Hyquile Twins are likely kinky but….maybe I chickened out in anything too hardcore/explicit oops–!! If this is a success, maybe I will write more but… If this flops….💀💀💀
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The Miya Twins of Hyquile are not famous for their kindness and patience. They are infamous for their brazen self-assertion.
In the diseased whirlwind you’ve been planted at the core of by forces beyond your control, a chaotic firestorm in the form of Vicious Atsumu had risen to swirl and rage around you as a pillar of hellfire that burned between you and those who sought to harm you. And at the center of this firestorm is Frosty Osamu, a glass plateau lilting precariously on the crest of a waterfall, keeping you grounded through the howling gales that threatened to whisk you away.
Atsumu and Osamu had been your unlikely pillars through your ordeals.
Unlikely because they weren’t the same Miya brothers you grew up with in your world.
This particular pair, the alternates of your childhood friends, grew up with everything taken from them, with a deep-seated wound of hurt and vengeance festering in their very bellies.
That they, and you, had somehow managed to overcome that amongst other things was almost miraculous.
And they were- strangely enough- uncharacteristically…careful? considerate?- of you; of your feelings and comfort levels, in a way you did not expect them to.
It is one of the biggest tells, as sure as the impatience of passing summers and the lazy departures of winters, of their mutually shared feelings for you.
You still haven’t forgotten the way they tag-teamed you early on when you first met them, the way they cornered and clipped you between them with the metallic scent of human blood wafting from their clothes, suffocating the very air you breathed.
Truthfully, you suspected either Kita or Suna, perhaps even both, had given them a talking to at some point. Compared to the other fox-folks, those two had always been more understanding of your position as a human in the presence of the fox-folks.
Especially now that things have come to a head with the twins, and you have…come to terms with your feelings for them; accepted that you have room in your heart for more than one person.
To their credit, Atsumu and Osamu might even prefer it that way- sharing you- so long as it isn’t anyone outside of them. You were pretty sure there had been hefty disagreements here and there between the brothers, but they sorted that out, even if it wasn’t peaceful in the village for a while. Your time with the fox-folks and all you have learned of them told you that they are a protective folk-territorial- of things they have staked a claim on. It was seen in where they continued to build their livelihoods, despite the horrors of the past that have occurred where they sleep.
It hadn’t been easy of course; nothing with the twins ever was, whether they were the Miya brothers of Hyquile or their alternates in your own world.
Your relationship with them was not built on a cobbled-path lined with the aroma of roses, no.
It had been filled with unhealthy amounts of vengeance, anger, hardship, loss- like a parody gone wrong in a traumatic collaboration between all the great tragedies- Hamlet, Romeo & Juliet, Medusa- you name it.
If the story of your love with the Miya Twins of Hyquile was ever made into a book, it would be one of those that made readers both love and hate themselves, indecisive of whether they want to fling the book in frustration or allow themselves to be further drawn into its thorn-filled pages.
You know that because that is exactly how you felt, as the one who held their sometimes barbed affections.
And…you supposed you’ve been tip-toeing around a particular subject long enough.
You know…the birds and the bees?
It isn’t that you didn’t want it or anything like that…whether as athletes or fox-folks, the Miya brothers are undeniably attractive.
You just…clam up when things start getting heated; having the attention of one brother on you is overwhelming enough but to have two carbon copies trying to one up each other with you sandwiched between them?
Well, your nervousness and inexperience never let them get too far, and incidents frequently ended with you escaping them with a blabbered excuse or two, hiding with Kita or Suna for the remainder of the day with red-stained cheeks.
However, there was only so much you can dilly-dally for before either one of them took the reins from your hands -the reins they let you hold- and into their own.
In all honesty, the fact that they even let you dance around the whole thing for this long surprised you.
They hadn’t been very subtle with their intentions.
Their needs.
Neither of them was very good at masking their emotions (well, maybe one of them is but, at his core, he is cut from the same cloth as his brother), and they have gradually- inch by inch, one small push briskly followed by a second small push- toed the delicate line set by your innate insecurities and innocence, testing the limits to see how far you would let them go.
And if you acquiesced to their sneaky pawing an inch, they never hesitated in taking a whole yard.
It started off small.
Either one of the twins (or both) is always there whenever you arrive in Hyquile, waiting for you with barely subdued eagerness.
In the early stages, when denial and reluctance to accept their growing attachment to you still reared its head, the twins would often put on an air of detachment: cool and haughty tones, words of degradation and condescension to your frailties as a human, tension and stiffness in their figures whenever you walked by.
It didn’t fool anyone though, especially when they were unable to keep their fox ears from perking up and their tails from swishing excitedly when they saw you, even as they wore a mask of impassiveness and exaggerated annoyance.
But as the denials receded with time, boldness started to take its place.
They started popping up wherever you went.
It didn’t matter if they needed something from you or not; you could turn around and there would be one (or two) pairs of eyes eagerly watching you from a nearby roof. They followed you as you went about your day like unruly puppies. They would openly scrap around you about silly things like who gets to stay with you whilst the other goes on patrol, or who’ll accompany you to the market even though you were fully capable of going yourself.
Whenever this happens and Aran is there to witness it, he would throw you a stern frown and ask you to control them better.
Apparently, you became their official caretaker without your knowing it.
Then came the not so subtle touches.
Gruff pulls and pushes turned into firm and steady grips; the hands and arms on your waists and shoulders lingered longer with each passing day, and they seem to have this incessant need to find every excuse to be in physical contact with you.
From Osamu purposefully tripping you with illusions just to catch you with a comment about what a “clumsy scrub” you are, to Atsumu insisting on piggybacking you to your destination to “get there faster” even when you were in no hurry, they made up all sorts of reasons just to hold you without outright saying it.
And it kept escalating overtime.
Because again,
The Miya Twins of Hyquile are not famous for their kindness and patience. They are infamous for their brazen self-assertion.
Now, they stuck to your sides like a pair of wings, flanking you and baring their teeth at anyone that looks a beat too long or gives off the wrong aura. They draped off you and around you, chins on your neck and shoulders, morphed tails wrapped around your hips, arms on your waist, and heads in your lap.
Atsumu always leaves small nips on you whenever he’s got his clutches on you, and Osamu never hesitates in unnecessarily licking food off your fingers from out of nowhere.
The twins kept pushing how far they could go with you, be it in public or in private (it’s always worse in private).
You frequently caved to their needy pawing, but always stopped them at a certain line-
-that delicate line that you can’t seem to erase, always reflexively redrawn with each new day after they painstakingly erased it the day before, whenever a hand or mouth went too low or too close to somewhere no hand or mouth ever went before, despite yourself.
The Miya twins never fail to make you a walking body of nerves, heart thundering so loud that you were sure all the fox-folks heard it, face red and threatening to explode from their blatant attention and touches.
You don’t deny that you liked it- enjoyed it- but you weren’t used to such attention, not like this.
And you don’t possess the sense of smell that the fox-folks do but…Suna is always mumbling about a “Miya stench” whenever you pass by him in his home.
With how often they were around you, quite literally sometimes, plus the fact that the fox-folks possessed heightened senses, you didn’t need to be a genius to figure out what Suna meant (when you sniffed your own clothes to check, you couldn’t smell anything out of the ordinary). You resisted asking any of the others whether the Miya twins smelled…well, like you.
In the end, their constant presence around you got to the point where even Suna, who you have continued to stay with despite your budding relationship with the Miya twins, had just about enough.
And that’s saying something.
“They’re outside waiting for you again.”
“Are they?”
“Behind the roof of that house ahead.”
“I-I’ll talk to them-”
“It didn’t work the last four times. They are always here. I chose to live further out from the rest for a reason. But they are always here. Their house is way over there .”
“…are you kicking me out?”
Yep.
Suna kicked you out.
It was actually not as harsh as it sounded.
It came as no surprise to you that Suna already figured out your reasons, subconscious as they are, for continuing to stay with him before you realized it yourself.
And called you out on it.
Suna had quite thoughtfully, and considerately, sat down with you and discussed your continued living situation with him when the entire Inarizaki House and its surrounding territories know of the twins’ mark on you, and by extension, yours on them.
Everyone can see it.
Everyone can smell it.
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Staying with the twins is actually…not so different from staying with Suna.
You just had to multiply Suna by two, switch the pair of Sunas for the Miya brothers, and turn up the gauge for attention to the maximum.
If you thought they hovered around you a lot before, well…
Now you see them from the moment you wake up to the time your eyes close for the night.
It’s not bad, per se. You cared for them both, and didn’t mind showering them in the attention they so craved but…you really weren’t used to receiving this kind of attention.
The one where they take you by surprise and tag-team you as they are apt to do.
Only less tag-team and more co-op.
To an extent.
A muffled squeak leaped from you when a pair of rough hands suddenly ran up your sides, grabbing at your chest from behind and kneading in a manner that told you the owner of said hands tried to be gentle but didn’t put much thought into it.
“Can’t believe yer tried to one up me when I was out ‘Samu. I thought we agreed to be in on this together.”
Atsumu growled against the column of your neck, nipping your sensitive skin the same moment his hands squeezed your chest. Golden eyes honed in on his twin with a near-feral glint, bright and sharp in the indigo of the dark room.
Osamu gave your bottom lip one last harsh suck, before detaching himself from you with a loud pop. Grey eyes, silver in the dim light of the moon, blinked slowly at his twin.
“Yer were slow. And we never agreed on everythin’ together.”
Now that the twins had you behind their walls and not Suna’s (much to his relief), occurrences like this became more frequent.
You could turn around from washing your hands and voila, Atsumu would have snuck up on you silently to push you against the basin with a mischievous grin, mouth ravishing yours and hands roaming freely, until Osamu would appear to either pull him off or join in, to the discontented complaints of Atsumu.
Osamu is the worst with his illusions though. He could be standing in the room with you, his illusion magic blending him into the environment, and you would be none the wiser. Not until you felt invisible hands on you, which never fails to pull a scream from your throat (you weren’t sure how many more jump scares you could take from them both). Atsumu would always come blasting in not long after, howling about Osamu being sneaky and using his magic to shake him off to get the upper hand.
Atsumu’s eyes narrowed, his hands squeezing your breasts harder in reaction to Osamu’s words. You winced, squirming in an attempt to alleviate the pressure.
A red rope slithered and rose from the ground, smacking one of Atsumu’s arms and causing the blonde to yelp indignantly, his hand letting go.
“Yer hurtin’ her ya’ idiot,” Osamu murmurs reproachingly, his own hand coming up to soothingly massage the breast Atsumu had relinquished at the beating.
Atsumu rolled his eyes and returned the abused hand to latch onto your hip. “It’s not like she minds….do ya’? Yer have faced worse in Hyquile than this. I know yer can take a lot more-” Atsumu breathed into your ear teasingly, and you felt the nick of sharp teeth on the shell of your ear.
You desperately wanted to hide your blushing face behind your hands but they were caught in the twin’s hold, one by each brother, preventing you from hiding any part of yourself or pushing them off.
Their remaining free hands went about as they pleased, Osamu’s traveling from your chest and down toward your back, gliding on the skin of your thighs in languid circles; Atsumu’s went up in parallel to his brother’s, dragging up the sides of your legs, pinching everywhere along the way and coming to a rest at the base of your throat. An incoherent sound bubbled at the back of your throat as you resisted sighing at the polar sensations the twin always brought upon you.
Atsumu is fiery, each touch from him purposeful and determined in its goal.
Whilst Osamu is free like water, explorative, and adaptive in reaction to you.
And you…
You were still trying to wrap your mind at the new sensations your body undergoes whenever the twins crowded you like this.
“G-Guys, come on it’s late, we have an early day t-tomorro– h-heey!” Teeth pulling at your ear interrupted you.
Atsumu shook his head in refusal, his hair brushing against your cheek. A dissatisfied growl rumbled from his chest on your back, and he proceeded to nip and suck below your ear, jaw, neck, and shoulders with an immature fervor, like a child that does not want to put away his toys and go to bed.
Osamu made an equally discontented grunt and dropped his head on your shoulder, blinking up at you with a frown. “Yer always stopping us before it gets good.” He grumbled and you smiled sheepishly, taking the hand from his loosened grasp to card through his hair.
Biting your lip, your face scrunched as you tried to articulate your thoughts and ignore Atsumu who continued to explore your body as he pleased.
“I just…I’ve never-…” You sighed in frustration. Your feet drew nervous circles into the wood floor. You’ve never directly admitted it to them before.
The twins know though.
It wasn’t hard to figure out with how flustered you got from even the tiniest of touches.
If anything, it only drove their territorial instincts up the wall as there was this incessant nagging at the back of their minds that kept telling them to stake their claim first.
But you weren’t any of the other she-foxes who were more than happy to satisfy for a night or two, or any other human girls they could lure into a quick tryst with simple shapeshifting.
After all that they have lost and been through, and all that you have been through with them, the twins would very much like to cherish you (they don’t have a lot of those left).
Losing you is something they want to avoid. It’s one of their strongest motivators and how they managed to even keep themselves in check for this long.
(not only that, after the lecture Kita gave them about treating you properly, they preferred not to disappoint their Alpha-Leader)
(the twins were also sure Kita and Suna would not be the only ones on their backs if they ever hurt you)
But on the souls of their ancestors, they’ve passed their threshold long ago and if it wasn’t for the fact that they have endured hellish endurance training their entire lives, they would have snapped.
Didn’t mean they would stop trying to edge that line though.
A hand sliding between your thighs made you gasp, which turned into you sucking in a sharp breath when a different hand joined the first.
Atsumu’s hand had not-so-sneakily slipped up your thighs and under the hem of your robes, his destination obvious. But Osamu’s hand quickly followed, going up after his brother’s hand beneath your clothes and blocking his advance by literally placing his palm across your core. Spluttering in a mixture of shock and embarrassment, you pried at both their hands but they didn’t budge.
The twins ignored your nervous squirming and protests between them, glaring at each other from opposite shoulders.
“The hell ‘Samu? Go away .” Atsumu’s hand pushed at Osamu’s palm, fingers digging into his brother’s wrist.
“Why should yer be the first one?” Osamu bit out in turn and the walls of the room wavered. (Is Osamu’s illusion magic leaking?)
“Cause I’m the older brother, now stop blockin’ me.” Atsumu’s skin against you felt hot, hotter than it normally was. Almost searing. (Atsumu’s magic too?)
“We’re twins, it doesn’t matter. And yer were late this time. First come first serve.”
Their arguments with you clipped in between are nothing new; happens all the time.
But there was something in their tones and words this round that made a thought click.
Funny how that it is in this exact moment that you realized this, when they were both arguing with a hand between your parted legs, that it became clearest to you that Vicious Atsumu and Frosty Osamu might have been able to reach a mutual agreement about sharing the work in keeping others away and staking the Miya claim on you, but they hadn’t exactly reached one for sharing sharing you between them.
It made more sense now, how they always worked together but also never failed to cockblock each other.
Their hands battled for dominance between your thighs, pushing your legs further apart as a result. With a yelp of mortification, you slapped at their shoulders to get them to stop turning the area below you into their personal battlefield. “S-Stop it!”
But they didn’t listen, and you slipped further into embarrassment when the continued brushing of their rough knuckles against you caused your hips to jerk and a sharp fluttering in your stomach: arousal.
You didn’t need to look at the twins to know that they knew it too, and more than likely felt the telltale dampness that had started to gather, needless to say the erratically loud rhythm of your heart.
Their hands stilled between your legs and you slapped your hands onto your face to hide from their gazes.
The air is tense- charged with an electricity born from indecision, lust, hesitation, desire, and yearning that crackled like hot sparks between your three figures.
If possible, Atsumu and Osamu were tenser than the atmosphere, stiff against your front and back. Someone’s fingers twitched on your thighs, you’re not really sure who.
They had immediately caught the scent.
Atsumu’s body is taut, his fox ears that were always morphed atop his head slowly dissipating as his focus and control slipped. His golden eyes were blown wide as he looked down at you, then to his brother.
Osamu stared back, grey eyes equally large and diluted. But he bit down on his cheeks, grounding himself from giving in to his fox instincts. He’s the one with the better control so it has to be him, and he slowly, reluctantly, shook his head at Atsumu.
No.
They’re going to back off.
Now.
This is the furthest they went with you and it happened in the spur of the moment. They liked the fun of toeing the line but they never wanted to cross it without your absolute consent, not even unintentionally.
“‘Tsumu, ‘Samu?”
Shy mumbles of their name snapped two pairs of pinprick eyes to you.
Atsumu and Osamu’s senses are abnormally heightened, hyper-aware of every rise and fall of your chest, the bead of sweat on your neck, the distinct scent of your arousal permeating the narrow space between your legs-
They should really go.
Atsumu unconsciously licked his lip and Osamu bit down on his cheek till he tasted metal.
“You know I love both of you, right?”
Brilliant reds of chagrin and embarrassment remain painted on your skin, peeking back up at them through cracks between your fingers, but the sincere lilt of your voice- your words- instantly pulled their wits back to them from the mindless void that you had inadvertently sent it to.
The reins they’ve always let you hold, albeit stealing it from you every so often in moments like this, is once again safely in your hands.
They felt their instinctual, territorial- carnalistic- sides settling, reeled in by the gentle tugs of your timid smile, and the absolute adoration and love shining in your eyes.
You’re here for both of them. You weren’t going to leave either of them.
Love that they’ve never seen since…(well, that’s a memory for another day)
With a sigh, Osamu tilted his head down to kiss your forehead whilst Atsumu buried his face in the crook of your neck.
You could feel the years of loss and anguish in the slightest of trembles in Atsumu’s arms and Osamu’s lip on your skin, their hidden fears of losing more in their lives seeping through them, and your hold on each of them tightened.
Your situation in Hyquile continues to be precarious, unstable. But you wanted them to know that each time your existence left this world, they each continue to hold a piece of your heart. Just like how the Miya Atsumu and Miya Osamu of your world will always hold a piece of yours, no matter what happened.
You shifted nervously with a tint of anticipation in your chest.
You wanted to cement that reassurance, your promise, to them.
“I-I’m…r-ready.”
The twins froze again.
They have hyper-hearing but did they hear that right? Did you mean what they are hoping you meant? Were they projecting what they wanted to hear on your words? Perhaps you meant something else, like you were ready to tucker out for the night??
Their territorial instincts that you had managed to tame moments prior started to tingle.
Atsumu abruptly spun you around to face him, earning an annoyed ‘tsk’ from Osamu.
“Are yer serious? Do yer mean what I think yer mean? Did ‘Samu put ya’ up to this to trick me??”
Your laugh at Atsumu is airy but shaky with a good kind of nervousness, as you ran a hand down his fox ears that had begun to morph on his head once more with the elation vibrating through his entire being.
“No, ‘Samu didn’t put me up to anything,” you timidly glanced back at Osamu who looked like he would whip Atsumu if you weren’t in the way.
“I really care for you two, just as much as your alternates in my world…” Your brows furrowed, and you took in a deep breath to quell the maddening flutters in your chest and stomach.
“A-And I want to show that to you both…e-even if I’m…not really sure of what to do…” Trailing off anxiously, your fingers twisted and twirled in the fabric of your sleeves.
Your conversation with Suna right before he displaced you replayed in your mind…and you were certain of your decision.
A beat passed during which Atsumu and Osamu glanced at each other, to you, back to each other– and then identical wolfish grins broke out on their faces.
You’ve never seen them move so fast and with such perfect coordination outside of battle before.
Atsumu’s mouth is instantly on yours, eager and dominating, taking your gasp of surprise as his chance to slip his tongue in to ravish every crevice of your mouth, coaxing at your tongue -shy and fumbling against his aggressive approach- with his. Hands holding your cheeks, his long fingers curled into your hair to tip your face upwards, his large frame towering over you.
Behind you, Osamu tugged at your clothes in a hurried manner- quiet excitement- that is unlike him, all semblance of the precise control he normally had thrown away alongside the clothes he was taking off you. It’s always him that had to reel both himself and Atsumu in (because his brother just can’t be relied on for that), literally biting down on himself to maintain any self-control over his own instincts and natural tendencies.
But not this time.
You just gave them the green light to go wild.
Osamu all but single-handedly maneuvered you, with a fervent Atsumu still attached, towards the bed, ridding you of all your clothes as he went. Atsumu stumbled after you, hands trailing blazes over virgin skin and his open mouth glued to your neck, shoulders, chest-  leaving blooms of purples and red as he traveled down.
You whimpered when you were suddenly spun around the second time that night, this time by Osamu who pulled you away from his brother and pressed you against him insistently, marking the areas on your neck and chest that Atsumu hadn’t.
A quiet snarl reverberated from Atsumu at Osamu’s interruption but it was quickly forgotten when the elder twin dropped down to his knees, giving the back of your thighs the same treatment he bestowed on your bruised torso as he traveled back up.
You gasped, back arching and legs reflexively moving to step away from Atsumu’s assault. But his hands on your hips tugged you back, and your arch only prompted Osamu to lick a long, wet path across your chest before pulling a sensitive bud into his mouth.
Like earlier, two different hands reached for your core, one from the back and one from the front. Unintelligible sounds bubbled up to your throat when two fingers- one from each hand- slowly prodded at your folds.
For the life of you, you couldn’t keep up with them and the various sensations that they were hailing onto your body. The entirety of your face and body is flushed with the heat of embarrassment and distinct arousal, further intensified by the novelty of everything you were feeling.
There is a feeling of exposure at being revealed so intimately for the first time, to two at the same time no less, and yet, despite the giddy vulnerability that stuttered in your gut, you felt at ease knowing who it is that surrounded you.
A low string of curses from Atsumu followed by the lewd sound of him sucking his finger that was covered in your slick made you want to cover your face again; your hand automatically rose to do so but you found you were unable to lift it. Looking down, you gaped at the sight of red ropes courtesy of Osamu’s magic binding your hands, securing them to invisible anchors in the air that moved to maneuver and position your arms as its conjurer pleased.
Osamu smirked mischievously at your wide eyes, the tip of his tongue peeking out from the corner of his lips.
In contrast to the delinquent expression on his handsome features, gentle hands as cool as the river on a hot summer day caressed up your waist, settling to cup your jaw.
“Yer shouldn’t hide,” Osamu murmured, thumb lightly tracing your quivering bottom lip.
Atsumu pushed at your thighs from behind, further parting your legs for his exploration. Your fingers twitched in reaction, vulnerability whispering for you to hide but you didn’t, not with the way Osamu’s steel-gray eyes gazed at you.
“We’ll take care of yer so…”
Unlike the impatient way he had been roving hastily over you early on, the brush of Osamu’s lips on your own is steady and tender, with his eyes remaining locked on yours.
“Keep ya’ eyes on us…”
Atsumu’s signature hot breath seared your inner thighs, his fingers gripping a pinch harder on the plush skin, and his wet tongue prodded right along where his and Osamu’s fingers were moments prior. A shiver ran down your spine when you felt him lick once, then twice, before pushing past your folds, slowly tasting and savoring the experience for you and himself.
Osamu never took his eyes away from you, keeping your gaze locked on him as he continued to whisper against your lips.
“And don’t miss a thing.”
The first time you came (both for that night and in your life), all the twins used was Atsumu’s tongue and the overwhelming force of Osamu’s gaze. Not for a single second did he allow you to look away from him, even as your legs shook pitifully from Atsumu’s unrelenting assault and threatened to crumble; red ropes extended to your waist kept you up alongside Osamu’s arm wrapped around you.
People say that closing your eyes allow you to better feel the sensation of touch, the lack of sight acting to enhance your other senses; but those people never experienced Frosty Osamu’s chilling eyes that froze your attention onto nothing but him, making you hyper-aware of the feeling of his brother’s face pushed between your legs.
The second time you came it was with Osamu between your thighs from the front, with your back pressed tightly to Atsumu’s chest. The golden-haired twin shared with you the taste of yourself, any and all your cries ate up by one blonde, greedy twin, whilst the other greedy twin took his time lapping and devouring you with your trembling legs hooked over his neck.
It is when you laid panting and gasping for breath on the bed between the twins, recovering from the turns Atsumu and Osamu took at you, that they began to argue once more, their figures towering over the top of yours as they met in the center in a fast and heated quarrel.
The subject at debate?
Who got to pop your cherry.
You were about to sit up and reassure them that regardless of who it was, your feelings for them will not change (you were secretly glad that they didn’t think of ‘sharing’ this one; you doubt you could have handled them together at the same time….you really didn’t think so, not after what you felt when you were pinned against them) when they abruptly stopped arguing, and silent nods of agreements were exchanged.
H-Huh? They…settled it? That was…quick.
They turned to look at you simultaneously, and you reflexively pulled the blankets up, as if the flimsy cloth would have done anything to save you from their ravenous eyes.
You squeaked. “W-What?”
“We decided.” Atsumu smiled in that childishly eager way that only he could pull off, grin wide and hungry as he leaned down towards you to trace the tip of his nose up along your cheek.
“Decided…what?”
“That we can share yer.” Osamu caged your torso with one arm, forcing you to lean back down as he rested his chin on your chest, glancing up at you.
“Weren’t you…already kind of doing that?”
Atsumu hummed into your ear and playfully bit at your lobe. “Yea but I sure wasn’t gonna let ‘Samu do as he wanted without me on watch. Can’t trust him to control himself.”
Osamu scoffed at his brother, fingers peeling away at the blankets wrapped around you. “It’s the other way around, ‘Tsumu.”
“But now we decided that we can share yer equally.” Vicious Atsumu.
“Divvy yer up.” Frosty Osamu.
“Half and half.” Vicious Atsumu.
“Fifty-fifty.” Frosty Osamu.
“If I get somethin’, ‘Samu gets somethin’.” Atsumu.
“No more gettin’ in each other’s way’.” Osamu.
“It’s better than sharin’ yer with anyone else.” Atsumu.
“Better than sharin’ with the… us, of ya’ world.” Osamu.
“So whoever gets this-” Atsumu’s fingers suddenly ran up your slit and you squealed in surprise.
“-the other gets this.” Osamu squeezed your butt cheeks and you jerked with a choke when a sneaky finger snuck in between.
“W-Wait-” You stuttered as they lifted and moved you to their whims, one twin taking up a position in front of you and the other behind. Your breathing and wits still barely recovered, it was a blur as to who was in front and who was behind.
“A-At the same t-time?” You squeaked, gulping as you felt a hard length brushing your back. But you couldn’t deny the tingle of excitement in your veins.
“I-I d-don’t know if I c-can-” A finger was pushed on your lip, silencing you.
“Don’t worry-” Osamu’s frosty eyes shone with a promise in their depths.
“We’ll take turns-” Atsumu’s vicious smirk held an equally fiery promise as his brother.
“For now.” The Miya Twins.
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(A few days ago)
“You’re nervous with their physical affections. You’ve never done it before, have you?.”
Yikes, Suna.
Did he have to call you out like that?
Like, that isn’t exactly the reason why you subconsciously chose to continue staying with Suna-
“And despite your feelings for them, you feel nervous about staying with them because you know they are pushing for the next step and you don’t know what to do.”
“I-”
Damn, Suna.
“I won’t force you to leave if you really don’t want to, even if I would like to clear my own house of their stench,” Suna wrinkled his sensitive nose and eyed your clothes. “And as brash as they are, I doubt the twins would force you to do anything you don’t want to do. They’ve shown that by holding out this long.”
He sighed before continuing. “But I would remind you that though we are born of humans, we are ultimately fox-folk. We have heat cycles.”
“…oh.”
You were no veterinarian but even you understood what that meant. Your mind momentarily blanked at the realization Suna brought upon you, and the fact that you’re having this conversation with Suna Rintarou’s alternate, of all people.
Embarrassing.
Suna smiled in amusement at your dumbfounded expression. “It’s usually not a problem if we do not have a significant attachment to anyone, and is wholly controllable for us unlike our more animalistic fox kin; the human lineage in us gave us that. Most times, the cycle passes without us noticing. But that is not the case for the twins right now, especially with you involved.”
Dull yellow eyes leveled with you with a knowing glimmer.
“They are very much attached.”
“I…I know.” Again, everyone knows.
“You know of our biology and the role humans play in it. It’s in their instinctual nature, as much as they might try to deny or resist it. We’re territorial folks as it is.”
This could be the real reason you were so scared, so hesitant, up till now.
“I’m too young to have kids!!” You wailed with a shrill into Suna’s silent home, hands carding into your hair harshly.
Suna sighed again in exasperation at your outburst. “Please, let me finish before you jump into further conclusions on your own. I’m not saying you need to bear their offspring. Yes, it is in our biology as fox-folk to breed with humans but that is not equal to having children. It’s isn’t like the success rate is very high…” He softly mumbled the last part.
“The twins are troublesome enough as they are, I rather not have to deal with any of their offspring for a long time.” Suna continued with a pinch to his brow.
His words calmed you immensely and made you snicker at the same time. You can’t say you don’t understand where he’s coming from.
“But, as far as I’m aware, they’ve passed one, maybe two, cycles already since their attachment to you began. Their baser instincts only get worse and stronger the longer they ignore it; instincts will tell them to mark their territory, whilst their logic will fight it out of respect for you.”
“…why did no one tell me about this sooner?”
“We’ve never had this issue before, considering our history. And you never asked.” Suna shrugged much too nonchalantly for the topic at hand. “But do you understand what I’m trying to say here? They’ve already held out this long with you around, and we both know full well that self-control is not exactly their greatest strength.”
Suna sighed but there was a small smile on his sharp features. “I cannot speak for the depths of their feelings as I am not them. But I can say with confidence that they care for you more than they ever have for anyone else. Their resistance thus far is proof of that; their patience with you is testament to that.”
Patience.
Your eyes lowered and there was a welcomed beat in your chest.
A smile that you didn’t intend, swelling and spilling from the depths of your soul without your permission, lifted your lips; an involuntary yet wholly genuine smile, the kind that someone would only have without conscious thought when they saw the subject(s) of their entire love.
Yeah…you understand now, more than ever.
The Miya Twins of Hyquile are not famous for their kindness and patience, after all.
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I hope GWS readers enjoyed a possible canon, non-canon, alternate future? with the Hyquile Fox Twins :D (NOT answering questions about whether this is truly GWS canon or not; it's open for interpretation atm, and your guess is as good as mine at this stage of the GWS story :P ) I may or may not had some foreshadowing in here for GWS...but it isn't anything major-ish HAHA no, please, don't go back to reread to find where it is, it isn't worth it x.x just wait for GWS to be updated.
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liaaa~ how are you!! i saw that you were missing kuroo :,( not on my watch >:( more headcanons for you bc i think about kuroo way too much for my own good 🤍
going grocery shopping w kuroo is so fun! you guys make a lil trip out of it, not bothering to plan what you need in advance. he’d be putting random snacks in the cart just bc the box looks cool (“angel, LOOK. the box says that these cookies have extra-extra chunks. how can we not buy them???”)
when you’re reaching for something on a high shelf at the store, he’d come up behind you, grab it, and gently tap the thing you were reaching for on your head with a little “oops sorry! didn’t see ya there,” laughing to himself as your eyebrows furrow adorably w frustration >:((
pls i feel like he’d love going on little weekend trips in the summertime when the weather is nice. taking a break from his work life every weekend to go to a small beach or visit a new town and try a buncha cool street food and desserts!
he seems like he’d love going to the beach to dip his feet in the water <3 grabbing you along w him, splashing you w water, apologizing profusely for getting your hair all wet, and writing ‘tetsu + y/n’ in the sand just for it to wash away the second he finishes LMAODN
cooking w you is definitely one of his favorite activities. he’d play your combined playlist and joke around w you as you attempt to make dinner <3 even though he’s busy cooking, he still can’t stop himself from subtle touches: putting his hand on your back as he passes you in the kitchen, rolling your sleeves up as you cut ingredients, pushing your hair off your face gently as you cook w your face above the pan.
if he’s doing most of the cooking, he’d want you to sit on the counter and just talk to him about anything. your voice is like music to his ears!! he’d lowkey get distracted by hearing drama and gossip from your work and end up burning the food :// you’d have to order food and continue telling him about the drama, pretending like he didn’t almost burn the kitchen down
he LOVES celebrating you and all of your achievements!!! for any achievement, big or small, he’d write you a little note saying “congrats sweetheart! i’m proud of you!!” or get you a slice of cake from your favorite bakery on his way back from work <3 he wants you to know how proud he is of you and never wants you to undermine your hard work and achievements (pls i lov him)
he’d wanna match w you for work related events that require getting all dressed up :,) he’d match his tie with your dress — if you wore silver jewelry, he’d wear a silver watch. you two always show up looking incredible, all eyes on you two the whole time!! (he loves the attention too omg)
smh there’s not enough kuroo content out there :,( for a while, i thought about starting a writing blog for hq bc i love love love thinking of hcs for all the characters, but sharing them w you is just so much more fun and special hehe~ that, and i’m so busy all the time ugahdjd anyway, i hope you liked these! 🌟 muah!! sending warm hugs
much love, 🧸 anon
I LOVE YOU AND YOUR HEADCANONS SO MUCH :'
so so so much >:((
hii! i'm doing quite well! :) not feeling very productive, but overall, pretty okay! ahahaha kuroo is on my mind way too often :'
yes! grocery shopping with him would be so fun hehe, and you'll have to pretend not notice when he sneaks stuff in the cart. ahahaha you'll both leave the store with a ton more stuff than originally planned~
aaaaaaah PLS he would take fULL advantage of the height difference between you two. he's always been glad of his tall height as a volleyball player, but now he gets to tease you too? win-win :))
aww summer weekend trips >< they'll be so so fun. maybe stay over night too and he'll get you all to himself
omg YES running along the beach, trying to run as fast as you can on the damp sand to avoid him catching up to you.
playing "tag" with him :'
digging your feet into the sand and pretending you stuck. of course he comes with his shining armor and all, ready to save you ahahha
AWW him writing in the sand :' so so cute he probably struggled with writing it too, and the ocean swept it away just like that! he definitely groaned and trudged along the beach after that
djklfjladjf i would love to cook with him :'DDD “rolling up your sleeves” IT’S THE SMALL DETAILS THAT MATTER <33 
jlakdjf he’d be such a good listener..a little too good ahha, as represented by the burnt food. kuroo would love to hear the side of your life that he doesn’t get to experience in real life !!
AWWW :’ as someone whose love language is words of affirmation, you’ve really got me squealing over here 
why are your headcanons so so perfect >:((( 
AAAH POWER COUPLE !!! the matching fits would be S T U N N I N G 
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:’(( the world can never have too much kuroo content!! omgg you should start a blog if you’d like to!! so you can get a bigger audience and all :)) (just make sure to tag me in all of your posts hehe) 
aww your hcs are so much more special to me than you may think :’ i take a deep breath in preparation before i start reading them, and my heart is also a puddle at the end :’)) i really really loved these!! and you, too of course <33 
*accepts all warm hugs and sends 2x hugs back* 
lots of love, lia <3 
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Hi! I saw your blog cause you reblogged one of my crack ideas on my hq account and I think it’s super cute! Is it possible I can request a cake? I’m curious to see who you’d put me with :)
I have no idea what I’m supposed to put in this, but! My name is Spencer (at least that’s the one I’m trying out rn, but it’s comfy I like it) and I use he/him pronouns. I’m 5’10ish & I currently have black hair that I dye from time to time (probably going to dye it red next). My hair is like...a little past the top of my ears, but it’s an undercut (think Kenma with black hair ig). I have really thin brown eyes (a lot of people think I’m Asian I’m not lol they’re just hooded). I’m not exactly built thin but that’s something I’m ✨insecure✨ about so we’re not gonna get into that lol
Personality wise,,,idk I’m 90% self-deprecating and the other 10% is sarcasm. I’d like to think I’m a pretty creative person although I’m extremely logical. Creativity is more for fun vs logical on a day-to-day basis if that makes sense?
I used to be really athletic but I started doing other things and since then that’s kinda dwindled away. However lately I’ve been trying to kick ✨depression✨ in the ass and get back into being athletic and stuff. I’m learning how to box and a few friends and I want to take up volleyball when it gets warmer. I used to be a soccer player though and I want to start doing that again, too.
A lot of people tell me I’m musically talented. I like to think I am on a good day, I guess (I’m bad about describing myself lol sorry). But I play a little piano and ukulele but I play guitar & sing mostly.
Even though I try not to be I’m super competitive and legit subconsciously turn everything into a competition, but I try to stay lighthearted about it. Even though I come off cold to people when I meet them (RBF + introvert yikes) I really care about my friends and wear my heart on my sleeve even though I try not to show it.
Quick stuff if this isn’t too long already?
Zodiac: Sun-Leo Moon-Virgo Rising-Cancer
MBTI: INPT-T
Asked my friends what colors they’d describe me with & made this:
Favorite anime is either the disastrous life of saiki k or haikyuu!! (leaning towards hq tho)
I don’t have a favorite color but I wear a lot of red and black
Punk/slightly alt style with a lot of graphic tshirts? That’s basically my style
And yeah! I’m sorry if this is really long lol I tend to ramble when I don’t know what to say heh
Spence back again 😅😅 I forgot to attach the pretty color thing my friend told me to make
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@spence0112
Hahaaaaaaaa 😅 sorry for the wait but thank you for your patience 😭
Romantic Matchup
Tendou Satori
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How Y’all Met
Ight kinda embarrassing
But y’all Met in therapy 🤠
Yup
Group therapy
Legit every time he heard you talk
He was like:
Mood
Felt that
Relatable
So after group he went up to you and was just like
“Hey if you ever need to talk to someone I’m always available!”
And he gave you his digits 😗
Ok fast forward a bit
You we’re having a REALLY bad day
Like the depression was kicking tour ass
And you don’t know why
But you called our boy Tendou
Oop homeboy ZOOMED over to you
He was like do you wanna talk about it
And you said no, you just needed something to take your mind off of your ✨depressive state✨
He remembered you saying something about wanting to learn volleyball
And it was the end of the day... 👀
So he took you to practice with him
It was actually super fun!
He taught you all sorts of moves
And you we’re really impressed by his guest blocking
By the end of practice you felt a lot better
And you actually decided to join the volleyball team
Tendou was super excited to have you as his teammate!
Y’all started to hang out CONSTANTLY
You guys were just super close
So no one was really shocked when you two started dating 👀
They were expecting it actually...
What They Love About You
He loves that he can relate to you
And vice versa
Y’all truly just understand each other
He loves that your willing to battle your depression
It honestly inspires him to kick the rest of his depression in the ass
He loves your style!
He would wear jeans and a t shirt every day if he could
Matching t-shirts 👀 👀 👀
He loves how naturaly caring you are
He can see past the rbf so don’t worry about that
But the fact that you treat people with care and kindness is a plus for him
Favorite Things To Do Together
Ok this could go two ways
Option A is the definition of crackhead things
A lot of midnight shopping trips
A lot of gas station hauls
You get the gist
Or there’s option B
Which Is very chill 🙂
He likes to just stay in and watch anime or read manga with you
So whatever’s more your vibe
But he likes doing both 👀
Random Hc
His favorite anime is Saiki K as well 😗
So that’s the show you two always watch together
You two
Do in fact
Have matching t-shirts
Ahhhh so cute
You guys told your therapy group you were dating 😭
They were surprisingly supportive 👀
Astrology
When Taurus and Leo come together in a love affair, they can be a great couple because they know how to stroke one another’s egos and love to have their own stroked!
They have similar needs: Taurus needs plenty of affection, to be loved and cherished, while Leo likes compliments and wants to be adored and admired.
They’re both extremely loyal and possessive lovers.
Since they have such similar desires, they can generally provide for one another’s needs quite well.
These two Signs both love status and possessions.
They prize physical comfort and luxury; Leo is often flamboyant about attentions and gift-giving, which will greatly please Taurus, who loves the most traditional forms of courtship.
Though they can work together quite well, it’s not all roses between these two; both Signs are very stubborn and must work hard to understand and accept one another.
Overall Aesthetic
2000 Retro
Out of my league - Fitz and the tantrums
Dissolve - Absofacto
Boyfriend - Coin
Wait a minute- Willow
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I’m sorry this is just to cute not to add 😭
(NOT MY ART)
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Through The Years Pt. 10
A/N: feedback is so so appreciated! THANK YOU SO SO MUCH TO EVERYONE WHO WAS KEPT THEIR PATIENCE WHILE I WROTE THIS! (also, this is kind of short, my apoligies)
tags: @a-girl-who-loves-disney @the-romanian-is-bae @bihoeofmanyfandoms​
@thicc101q
takes place during: The Avengers
Italics= flashbacks
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NEW YORK, 1942
SSR HQ
“As you all know, a threat has risen. Commander Johann Schmidt has his eyes on something new; they call it the Tesseract. The power it holds is unlimited and unknown. If it falls into the wrong hands, especially in times like these, this is a war we won’t win. Meeting dismissed.” Dr. Erksine said, as all the agents seated around the table got up, desperate to go home. 
You had dozed out ages ago, and would’ve practically fallen asleep if it weren’t for Howard. He laid a hand on your shoulder and shook you. 
“Y/N/N, it’s time to go. C’mon. I heard your favorite radio show is on tonight.”
“Thanks, Howwie. It’s just, there’s something-”
“This Tesseract thing? I know were supposed to believe everything Dr. Erksine tells us, but this is a stretch-”
“Except it isn’t, Howard. I got a bad feeling about this one. You know how strong my intuition is.”
“I know. That’s what worries me.”
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PRESENT DAY, 2012
BRUCE BANNER’S LAB ON THE HELLICARRIER
The Hellicarrier is quiet as it floats across the night sky, and you absentmindedly type some data that Tony had given you a few minutes ago. You weren’t going to  lie; you were scared then, and you are scared now. It seems like history is repeating itself; some bad dude wants to get his hands on the Tesseract and if he isn’t stopped, a lot of people will die.
Only difference was, you didn’t have a brother this time. 
Blinking back the tears that were about to escape, you kept typing as Dr. Banner was scanning the scepter for gamma radiation, and Tony was solving several different equations and theorems and god knows what all at once. 
“Well, we’re going somewhere now. The  gamma readings are definitely consistent with Selvig's reports on the Tesseract. But it's gonna take weeks to process.” Banner said, letting out a sigh, laying down the object he was using to measure gamma readings on Loki’s scepter.
“We bypass their mainframe and direct route to the Homer Cluster we can clock this at around 600 teraflops.” Tony replied from across the room.
“And all I packed was a toothbrush.” Bruce said, going back to the computer.
“You know you should come by Stark tower sometime. Top ten floors, all R and D. You’d love it, it’s Candy Land. I’m talking to you too, Auntie. Paris must be as boring as-”
“How- Tony, I can promise you its not. Paris is fine.”
“But Pepper and I miss you in New York. Think about it, will you?”
“Sure will, hun.”
“Thank you for the invitation, Mr. Stark. But last time I was in New York- I sort of broke Harlem.” Dr. Banner said. 
“Well I promise it’s a stress-free environment. No distractions, no surprises.” Tony says, while poking Bruce in his side with an electric current.
“Tony, leave him be!” you say, taking the current away from him. 
“Hey! Are you two nuts?” Steve says, scolding Tony as he walks in. 
“Oops. Jury’s here. Tell em your secret, Dr. Banner. Bongo drums, mellow jazz, bag of weed?”
“You think is is funny, Mr. Stark? Threatening the safety of everyone on this ship? No offense, Dr. Banner. You neither, Y/N.
“None taken, sir.” Bruce says, while still working on the scepter.
“Don’t worry about it, cap.” you say, while finally snatching the current from Tony’s hand and placing it down on the countertop to continue working.
“You- you don’t have to worry, capsicle. Last time I checked, you spent over 66 years stuck in the ice. You don’t know how anything works here. This little gadget-” he getsures to the comm in his hand. “will let us know everything S.H.I.E.L.D has been hiding from us since the beginning of it’s existence.”
“This is going to cause trouble.”
“Ding, ding, ding. We got a winner. Congratulations, you’ve just won a free box of popsicles. Or is that too cold?”
“What have you three been doing all this time?” Fury’s voice cuts in as he walks into the lab. “You’re supposed to be locating the Tesseract.” 
“We are. The model’s locked and we’re sweeping for the signature now. When we get a hit, we’ll have the location within have a mile.”
“You’ll get your cube back, director.” You say, crossing your arms, after hopping to sit on the table with Tony. 
“No muss, no fuss.” he passes you the blueberry bag, then looks at the screen “What is ‘Phase 2′ anyway?”
At this point, Steve has had enough and decided to intervene. “Phase 2 is S.H.I.E.L.D uses the cube to make weapons. Sorry, the computer was moving a little too slowly for my taste.”
“Captain Rogers, we have gathered every part of information possible related to the Tesseract. This does not mean-” He’s interrupted by none other than Tony.
“What about this Nick? What were you lying?” Tony said, turning the computer so Fury could see it clearly. 
Steve takes one look between the two men, but keeps his gaze on Tony, and says “I was wrong director. The world hasn’t changed a bit.”
Thor and Natasha enter the room and Bruce asks them “Did you two know about this?”
“Dr. Banner, you might want to think about removing yourself from the premises.” Natasha said.
“I was in Calcutta, I’m pretty sure I can handle this, Ms. Romanoff.”
“Loki’s been manipulating you.”
“And you’ve been doing what exactly?” 
“Dr. Banner, You didn’t come here because I batted my eyelashes at you.” She fired back, crossing her arms. 
You hopped off the table, and on the hilt of the sword on your left side, if tensions just so happened to go to another level. 
“And I’m not leaving because you’re getting a little twitchy. What I do want to know is why S.H.I.E.L.D is using the Tesseract to build weapons of mass destruction!”
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NEW YORK, JANUARY 1943
SSR HQ
“Starks, Ms. Carter, General Philipps, should the case arise that we get our hands on this - ‘Tesseract’ - as it appears, it shall not, under any circumstances, be used for weapons of mass destruction. It goes against everything we stand for. Everything the SSR stands for.” Erksine says, addressing the group.
“But Dr. Erksine, The rise of facism in Europe is a threat to our national security, and if the SSR can not make weapons of not necessarily of mass destruction, but weapons to protect the country, how are we to protect the nation?” General Philipps said from across the table. 
“Excellent question, General. That’s were Y/N and  comes in. Y/N, if you will.” Erksine said, gesturing to you.
Straightening yourself up, you opened a file. “I’ve thought of this concept for the past couple of months- although just a concept, It would, has General Philipps mentioned, make weapons not of destruction, but of protection. This is why, I’ve decided to name the concept- S.H.I.E.L.D. Get it? A shield is supposed to protect, and that’s what this will do.”
“And what does it stand for, Y/N?” Peggy asks. 
“Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division.”
“And it’s purpose?”
“To Protect and Serve, Dr. Erksine.”
“I like it, but we will discuss  it further on Monday. Meeting Adjourned.”
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PRESENT DAY, 2012
BRUCE BANNER’S LAB ON THE HELLICARRIER
“And I’m not leaving because you’re getting a little twitchy. What I do want to know is why S.H.I.E.L.D is using the Tesseract to build weapons of mass destruction!”
“Banner, calm down.” Natasha said cautiously. 
“No, Romanoff. He had every right to be mad and confused. With all respect, director, me and my brother did not start S.H.I.E.L.D so we could pull stuff like this.” you said.
“But we have a reason, Stark. It’s because-” Fury points to Thor “him.”
“Me?” Thor questions.
“Yes, you. Last year Earth had a visitor from another planet who held a grudge on a small town. We learned then that not only are we not alone, but we are hopelessly, hilariously, outgunned.” He finishes, diverting his eye to you, but saying nothing.
“Your work with the Tesseract is what drew Loki to it, and his allies, as a signal to all the realms that Earth is ready for a higher form of war.” Thor booms.
“A higher form of war?” Steve questions.
“You had us in a corner, Thor, we had no choice. We had to come up with something.” Nick fired back.
“A nuclear deterrent. Cause that always calms everything down.” said Tony.
“Remind me again how you made your fortune, Mr. Stark?” Fury asked.
“I’m sure if Stark industries still made weapons you both would be knee-deep in-” Steve was cut off by you.
“That’s enough, Steve! Leave it alone!” you exclaimed.
“No, hold up capsicle, how is this about us?” Tony asked, in a tempting manner.
“Are you midgardians really this naïve?” Thor asked.
“Oh please, are you that immature?” Natasha said, looking between Thor and Fury. 
“Everyone, we’re a mixture for chaos. A ticking time bomb waiting to explode.” Bruce said. 
“You should step away, Doctor.” Fury said to Bruce, before being overlapped by Tony. “Why shouldn’t the guy let off a little steam?” Tony asked, putting a ahnd on Steve’s shoulder. 
“You know damn well why!” Steve yelled.
“I’m starting to want you to make me.” Tony said, coming face to face with Steve.
“Big man in a suit of armor, take that off and what are you?” 
“Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist.”
“He’s not wrong-” Natasha said, shrugging her shoulders.
“Thank you, Romanoff! Someone with sense on this ship.” Tony said, thanking Natasha.
“I’ve seen guys none of that worth ten of what you are. The only person you fight for is yourself. You’re not one to make sacrifice play, to lay down your life for someone else. You better stop playing the hero.” 
“Steve-” you began, now both hands on both swords, both of them on your waist.
“No! You better stop acting so cocky, Rogers. You’re a lab rat, everything special about you came out of a bottle.” Tony fires back.
“If you think your think you’re so special, put on the suit then, lets go a few rounds.” 
“I’m not afraid to hit an old man.” 
“Stop it you two! You’re acting like children!” You yelled, cutting both of them off.
“You are ALL acting like children, man up, all of you!” Fury said. 
Bruce kept his eyes firm on Loki’s scepter. It seemed to glow even more now, but all of you had to resolve the argument first. 
“Something’s coming. Something bad.” Bruce muttered. “I can feel it.” 
“Keep calm, Banner.” Natasha said, and both her and Fury put a hand of the holster of their gun.
“Dr. Banner, please-” You began. 
You were once again cut off, but not by anyone talking. Thor, Natasha, Bruce, Fury, Tony, Steve and yourself were knocked down to the floor, scattered all over the room.
“What the hell was that?” Natasha asked. 
“Engine’s been blown off. I didn’t want to say I told you so, Agent Romanoff.” Bruce said, while helping you up from the floor. 
“You alright, Tony?” you ask, as You help Tony up.
“Just fine, aunty. You?”
“Barely hurts, tones.”
“What the hell was that, Fury?” Natasha asked. 
Fury looks out the window before running out of the room.
“Agent Barton.”
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greycappedjester · 3 years
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For HQ+HP
Can you let us know which ships are gonna have the most slowburn please??? I'm so curious as to WHO I will have to bite my nails for
Ummmm, I won’t tell all because I just feel like that would be too much of a spoiler. 
Instead, I’ll say this. First, I have a habit of drawing out the pining for the ships I like most, oops. And also...well. Tsukishima/Yamaguchi still has Tsukishima being dumb. Hinata/Kageyama I can promise both have absolutely zero clue they have romantic feelings and one will need to be literally told. Kuroo/Kenma are currently working through trauma that relates to Kuroo’s main character arc. Tanaka is Busy(TM). And Oikawa/Iwaizumi is...a mess, to put it lightly, where one doesn’t know he has any romantic feelings and the other might be chronically allergic to giving a straight answer (pun intended) plus is also Busy(TM). So yeah. 
I’ll give one: The slowest burn is Oikawa/Iwaizumi, they’re also the ship I started seriously setting up the earliest, back in the first book.
P.S. Yes, I did leave out one ship from that list. Yep, it was intentional.
Thanks for the ask :)
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lovecanbesostrange · 3 years
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I am so grateful for WandaVision as a character piece. (Obviously despite the one stain, and I still think the Romani culture could have been integrated through this show. So that’s still a dumb insult.)
Getting a flashback to her childhood it would’ve been easy to drop some hints. They were wise enough to leave out those three crosses that seem so weird from any perspective in Civil War.
I have been... not amused about the fact Wanda never was called the Scarlet Witch (like Nat wasn’t called Black Widow in IM2). But now this was used to a storytelling advantage and my deepest thanks go out to comic book writer James Robinson. Who finally set down to give Wanda her own series that focused on her as a character (and ugh, he had to roll with previous ret-cons and decided to come up with another to leave his mark on the biological parentage palooza that is the Maximoff twins..... honestly I’m waiting for the reveal that Wanda and Pietro aren’t even related anymore at this point......) and dove into the magic aspects.
And now the show could go where the comics weren’t when Wanda was introduced in the MCU and voila THE Scarlet Witch is born. (Something that is now in the 616 universe a legacy title held by previous witches and even a Scarlet Warlock existed before.) Chaos magic. :3 Gotta love it. Her powers got amplified, she is completely untrained and nobody even figured out that it didn’t start with stone. I like how this opens up doors.
My best guess is that she saw Pietro before he went in with the stone and protected him in a way there as well. So that he gained speed instead of dying like everybody else. The way she unconsciously used a probability hex. Thank you, Agatha, for uttering those words.
I feel a bit of VINDICATIOOOOOONNNNN!!!!!!! because we do see the Maximoffs enjoying all those US sitcoms. Because why not. (Apart from the fact that in 1999 there weren’t these nice complete dvd box sets, but using Olsen’s birthyear of ‘89 is such a mistake anyway...) It’s this type of wholesome fantasy family life that is perfect to escape to. Wanda being drawn to that always seemed a reasonable idea to me and here they laid it all out. Makes perfect sense to me.
The influence from Vision Quest has been there all along and I did wonder if we would end up with a white Vision, no emotion, just a weapon and *tada* here we fucking are. Is this the show that uses this devisive story that shook up everything about Wanda and Vision as a couple to make it... good???? Wanda lives with the emotional side. No memories, sure, but love and understanding and compassion and curiosity - all the things that made Vision so very human are present in this Westview version. While Hayward has the vibranium shell, lots of power I guess (can’t be all without the mindstone though, but could be upgraded in other ways), and just waiting for instructions. FUCK. THIS IS SO EVIL.
I wanted to see that scene with Wanda at S.W.O.R.D. HQ again. Well, wish granted and boy is this something else now.
AND VISION HAD LEFT THAT LITTLE PIECE OF PAPER THAT WAS A PROMISE OF GROWING OLD TOGETHER IN A NICE LITTLE HOUSE IN A TYPICAL NOT AT ALL SPECIAL LITTLE TOWN AND MY HEART!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Of course this is where Wanda snapped. Nobody left, all this grief, and oops all that power. It just happened. And there is confusion, so she doesn’t know, all she wants is to feel the love again and not be alone.
The introduction of Agatha back from 1693 was also very nice. The other witches said she was bad, tried to kill her and look how that backfired. Liked how the purple color came to be. And now here she is with another super powerful witch that has zero knowledge about her origins and any rules of magic. Of course she freaks out. I do hope this is the start of a bantering mentorship in the future (it would be too stupid to loose Agatha as a character, they found the perfect actress and the magical side of the MCU has wonderful potential; we need more space and more magic).
Wanda called herself his next of kin!! She wanted to at least bury Vision, the last gesture to acknowledge his personhood!! He promised her a life together!!
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i always liked pepperminty cause it’s cute! but if you can think of an equally cute name perhaps i’ll allow a change :)
i totally get you with the notes though. i spend a lot of time obsessively checking my stuff to see how it’s doing knowing full well my lack of new content is the reason for slow growth. also the length i always write lmao i can’t help but be extra wordy. you spend a lot of time not saying stuff and suddenly you wanna yell out all your ideas in one go.
also about joining haikyu—i put it off for so long and only really tried it out last summer… then got hooked lmao i think because it’s become a cornerstone comfort for me (all the friendships and ridiculous humor really got me) it’ll be one of the ones i stick by for a long time (like ouran, i’ve been watching that religiously each year for 10 years… explains why i like hq too). i wish i joined in on a peak but i’m here now so… might as well have your ideas up and ready for when the next peak comes, you know? people will come find the content, it’s just a slow burn until then. that’s what i like to tell myself anyways. this was lengthy oops
hellooooo sena
i relate to that last paragraph so much! imo it's so easy to get hooked and stay for a long time in this fandom bc of the sheer diversity + the amount of characters. there's easily a 10+ characters with substantial appearances/screen time that i can explore, and there's always content for me no matter my mood, yknow? there's the episodes/manga itself to help me relax and chill out, but there's also char x char fiction when i'm in the mood for that, and then there's my blog for horny times :)
dw about the lengthy ask!!! i love hearing your thoughts on this type of thing haha
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