Nap Time With Dad Nanamin!!

boyfriend that will suddenly scold you out of nowhere like “where the fuck have you been all my life? what took you so long??? Do you know how rough my life has been without you?? smh” bc he realizes no one has ever made him a happier and better person than you do

—Iwaizumi, TSUKISHIMA, Suna, SAKUSA, KYOUTANI, Semi, Kuroo, Atsumu, Oikawa, UKAI, Mattsun, KAGEYAMA, HOSHIUMI, Shirabu, Bokuto, Kiryuu

Nagi who doesn’t realize he’s in love with you until he’s having an awful day and your smile makes it all better. Nagi who doesn’t want to ruin your friendship but wants nothing more than to kiss you as you rant about your day. Nagi who doesn’t like the way the other blue lock boys flirt with you because he won’t admit he’s in love. Nagi who refuses to let you wear anything other than his clothes when you sleep over because he’s obsessed with how beautiful you look. Nagi who can’t help but cut off your messy confession with a kiss. Nagi who loves the feeling of his hands entangled in your soft hair. Nagi who thinks your lips are the softest thing. Nagi who loves your hands wandering his body. Nagi who wants to keep kissing you forever and never breath again. Nagi who can’t help but pout when you pull away to breath. Nagi who laughs at you when you ask if that means you’re together. Nagi who feels as if his world is complete when he wakes up next to you.

Guard Dog

TW: emotional, mild language, cursing, past manipulation(?), reproductive themes (no smut, it’s just mentioned for an explanation)

notes: as always advice/constructive criticism is appreciated and if I am missing a warning please let me know and I will fix it :) 

CHAPTER 4.1 - Mistakes

Finally, we make it to my house. Derek turns to me, looking me straight in the eyes, “What the hell is wrong with you? Why would you go there alone?” I roll my eyes, fighting the urge to collapse on my porch and sleep. “It wasn’t exactly a planned reunion” I snap, but then I pause, sniffing the air. “Hold on…” I say, my sense sharpening. Something’s wrong. My head tilts, narrowing towards my house “Someone’s here. Someone’s in my house.” I move slow, reaching for the knife in my belt. Then, I carefully push open the door to my house. Derek follows. I peek inside, then I hear a scream. It’s frantic, my head snaps towards the sound. It’s Scott and his friends. “Oh MY GOD, JESUS! What is wrong with you people? Always resorting to violence.” Stiles’ voice drips with his usual sarcasm. I put the knife back in my belt, and give Stiles a blank stare. “And what do you suggest I do when it looks like someone’s broken into my house?” I reply dryly.I move to sit on the couch in my living room, Derek follows. The tension between us lingers. “You still haven’t answered me. I want an explanation. What the hell was that back there?” he spits, standing in front of me while I lay on the couch. Ugh, he’s not gonna drop this, is he? He continues, “Kali seemed to know you, and Ennis–he definitely knew you. What’s your history with them?” I glare at him, but before I can speak, Scott looks at me “What is he talking about?” he crosses his arms, “You know the Alpha Pack?” says Stiles, both their eyes are wide. I can tell they’re surprised. Hurt. I can see Lydia in the corner, staring at me with a satisfied look on her face. Like she expected this. Like she knew they shouldn’t have trusted me. I let out a heavy sigh, “It’s a long story. And complicated.” I move to sit up, I can see the protest in their eyes, “Take a seat. And get comfortable,” I watch as Derek and Isaac take the seats next to me, while the other five take to couch opposite of me.

Guard Dog

TW: Violence, fighting, mild language, mentions of blood, stalking (in a hunting sense)

notes: as always advice/constructive criticism is appreciated and if I am missing a warning please let me know and I will fix it :) [also some chapters will be shorter especially if I'm posting more at a time]

CHAPTER 3 - Manners

Lydia was right. There’s no pattern to these attacks. Something’s off. I already know these attacks aren’t from wolves. But, whoever’s behind this sure is trying their hardest to make it look like it. Maybe I should’ve brought Scott along. No. It’s too dangerous. Besides, while I do trust Scott and Stiles, I don’t know anything about their pack. And it’s fairly obvious at least one of them doesn’t trust me. I brought myself here, I picked this mission. The Guard gave other options, but I chose this one because I knew I was best suited for this. That’s when I hear it. The sound of feet moving through the woods. The crunching of leaves. The smell of blood. But, most of all it’s that all too familiar feeling. The feeling of being stalked. Of something watching me. “You know, it’s proper manners to say hi when you see a familiar face” I say before turning to face her, “I thought you prided yourself on manners. Kali.” she snarls, baring her teeth at me, “Manners? Those are for guests. You? You’re an intruder.” I smirk, “So, you’ve finally learned how to talk back, huh?” she moves, circling around me. I hear Ennis move out from behind me “Enough, Kali” he rumbles, “She’s not a threat” he turns to me, and for a second I almost believe they’ll back off. But, then his eyes meet mine–glowing red–filled with something unreadable. Remorse, maybe? “You shouldn’t have come back,” he says, my name weighing heavy in the air. A warning. His eyes glowing red. Kali makes the first move. Her claws extended. She’s fast. But there’s something off with the way she moves. It’s lazy. I dodge easily and it becomes clear; she’s toying with me. Making a game out of the things I was forced to learn for survival. I let out a low growl. My eyes glow violet and my claws extend, sharp and ready. I reach for her arm. My claws grazing her skin in a clean strike. Then I feel it. A pair of muscled arms grip my body. Firm, holding me still. Kali looks straight at me, smirking. She lifts her claws, ready to strike. But, before she can hit me. I feel it. A shift in the air. Someone else is here. Someone familiar. Someone I know. A snarl sounds, deep and possessive. “Let her go,” a voice declares as a figure moves out from the shadows. Derek. Scott’s friend. His eyes are glowing a bright blue. He moves in front of me, standing straight and looking right at Kali. In one swift move, he knocks her to the ground. Ennis growls, letting me go to tend to Kali. Derek turns to me for a brief moment, “Go” he orders. He leaves no room for debate. I don’t need to be told twice. But if I’m running, I’m not doing it alone. I take a step forward, reaching for Derek’s hand. And we run. Fast.

Guard Dog

TW: emotional, mild language, cursing, past manipulation(?), reproductive themes (no smut, it’s just mentioned for an explanation)

notes: as always advice/constructive criticism is appreciated and if I am missing a warning please let me know and I will fix it :)

CHAPTER 4 - Continued

“Technically it all started 17 years ago, when I was bitten by an Alpha. But something went wrong. Apparently, there were dormant wolf genes in my body.” I look at Scott, “I don’t really understand the details, but apparently a long time ago there used to be wolves in our family. Over the years, the genes went dormant. When I was bitten it triggered something. Usually, a bite doesn’t activate dormant wolf genes, but something about my genetics made it possible. I assume it has something to do with the fact that I’m a female omega.” Derek looks at me, his eyes wide. Stiles interjects, “Wait–what does that mean? Omega? Is that like some sort of ranking system? Hierarchy? Game of thrones thing?” I chuckle at him, “kind of. Typically omegas are considered the runt of the pack. But, female omegas are rare–and highly valued because of their reproductive abilities. Having a child with a female omega increases the chances of having an Alpha child. 4 years ago, I met Deucalion. He became obsessed with me. A female omega. The perfect addition to his perfect pack.” Derek interrupts, “That doesn’t explain how you know Kali and Ennis” I glare at him, “Just listen,” he grunts, leaning back into the couch, “Ennis is the one who introduced me to Deucalion. I knew his wife first, Emilia. We met at a time when I was really lost, she helped me find myself and we got close. Really close. She was like a second mother to me. She even made me her daughter’s godmother. It was around this time, after she gave birth, that Ennis introduced me to Deucalion, he’d already been begging for weeks. Honestly, I don’t even think Ennis knew what Deucalion wanted. He trusted him. Too much. Whatever the case, he introduced me to him and after that I grew to distrust his pack. They seemed off. Especially, Kali. She was always eyeing Emilia. As if she’d done something wrong. Took something from her. And ever since I met them, I was always trying to convince Ennis to leave their pack. If not for himself, then for his wife and daughter. But, he didn’t want to. I tried one more time to convince him and Emilia to leave. But, they wouldn’t go. And soon, I ended up leaving. I didn’t trust Deucalion. I didn’t like him. There was something about how he interacted with me that rubbed me the wrong way. Like he knew exactly what to do or say, to elicit the exact response he wanted from me. It made my skin crawl.” I look down, fiddling with my thumbs, “I should’ve tried harder. Pushed Emilia more. Pressured Ennis.” It’s quiet, no one says anything. The tension in the room is palpable–heavy with my guilt, and their confusion. But then, Lydia pipes up, “So let me clarify: you just so happen to know the wife of one of the most dangerous packs we’ve encountered? And, this is all just…what? Is bad luck?” Her arms are crossed, eyes narrowed. “I don’t buy it,” she snaps. I straighten up on the couch, arms crossing over my chest. “I’m not asking you to,” I reply, “You wanted an explanation. Be happy you got one.” I glance at Scott, Stiles standing close to him. I can’t read their expressions–not fully. But I see hurt. “Because I didn’t do it for you.” Scott’s my little brother, and Stiles? He’s basically his twin. I should’ve been honest with them from the start. But the rest of them? I don’t owe them shit. Least of all some redhead who looks like her father owns a Fortune 500 company. The room stays silent, heavy with judgment–mostly from Lydia. Then Scott moves, settling between me and Isaac. His hand finds mine and squeezes it lightly. Close. Quiet. But there. I don’t look at him. I just rub my thumb against his hand in return. And for now, that’s enough.

Right Where You Left Me - Kiara Carrera

Summary: Kiara goes to Pope’s birthday party and reflects on the life she wanted but didn’t get. 

Pairings: JJ x reader ; one-sided Kiara x JJ

A/N: I’ve had this idea for a while and finally got it down. 

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The island felt the same. Parts of it had changed, stores swapping hands after years, new development that cluttered the Eight, a few more dilapidated buildings on the Cut. Kiara felt a little like she was in a vacuum, sucked back in time to being 16. Her phone read off directions that were strange but familiar at the same time and she looked for landmarks that she knew to calm her nerves and make herself feel more at home. 

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🌻Halfbody x6  💫

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🌱 #commissions are OPEN 24/7

I'M BEGGING THE WRITERS HERE TO MAKE OG FIVE GROW OUT OF LOVE (coz you know the *barf* strawberry garden scene) FROM READER THEN THE ROOM FULL OF FIVES WILL GO;

"That's our cue! Dibs on Y/N!"

"Fuck you, Waiter Five! They're mine"

"Fuck you too, Brisket Five! I'm having them first!"

"Not if I got them first!" *Loose necktie Five blinks out*

"Oh no you don't!" *The rest of the Fives did the same*

Basically the whole room of Fives will go batshit crazy (paradox psychosis included) because they (unfortunately lost their own Y/N at some point) and was only waiting for the right moment to switch with og Five.

Then the rest of the family will be confused af like where all these Fives came from.

“Hey Mrs Wayne !” - Fem!Reader x Batfam x Young Justice x JLA

Synopsis : Your children invited their friends over a few times. You met every single kid in the team they call “Young Justice”…but you never ever met their parents/ guardians/mentors. It comes as quite a shock to all the Justice League members when they realize their kids know you well, while they didn’t even know you existed. 

Just a short and silly story. A sort of AU in which the younger superheroes met Batman’s family before their older counterpart hehe. I hope you’ll like it :) :

Please, do not repost my stories ANYWHERE else, under any other form, do not translate and then repost them either. Thank you. 

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Bruce was a secretive man. And for a very long time, none of the Justice League members knew about his family. None of them knew he was actually married, and the “Robins” were his kids (although they had suspicions about the latter).

But there came a day when the “secret was out”. 

The main reason Bruce told them who he really was, was as a show of trust. He wanted to prove he trusted them, and he wanted them to trust him. 

It was vital, for the team to work properly. Once they discovered he had contingency plans for each and everyone of them, it was the only solution to gain back their trust. 

Of course, Bruce would never admit openly that he considered many of them his friends, and that it was actually a great relief to finally tell them the truth (after all, he knew since a long time THEIR secret identity…he wasn’t the best detective in the world for nothing). But it was a necessary step. 

Once they knew who he was, it was as if they were finally truly a team. They all trusted each others enough to divulge their real self. 

Funny, when you think about it. Bruce’s paranoia and constant need for “plans” (you did convince him to go see a therapist about that), his great mistrust in others, ended up being what cemented everyone’s relationship.   

Bruce’s distrust lead to everyone trusting one another with their lives. They revealed who they were, as civilians. And Batman did it first. He told them first. 

“Bruce Wayne.” He said, removing his cowl. Revealing one’s real identity was dangerous, for people in their line of work…yet he trusted them. He showed them that his initial wariness had vanished. 

Batman showed them who he really was. And in more than one way, as they all came to realize that, if he was THE Bruce Wayne…Then he had quite a big family ! 

What a shock ! 

And what a greater shock, when they realized their kids knew all about it long before they did. When they realized they knew you well, when they didn’t even know you existed !  

Superman

Clark was the first person from Bruce’s “work” who met you. 

Of course, he was. Who else, but Batman’s BEST friend would meet his family first ? Who would the Dark Knight trust more amongst the JLA members, but the one who he first called “friend” ? 

Who else but Clark, could meet you first ? 

It’s not like anyone else had Bruce’s trust or anything. Not like he would let anyone else get close to his family. Come to his home. Meet his wife and kids, unmasked. 

Right ? 

…Right ?

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RIGHT ?!

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Guard Dog (WIP)

TW: Violence, mentions of blood, dark themes, bite (reader is bitten and turned into wolf; against will) (should be all the tags but if I'm missing anything feel free to let me know and I'll fix it)

note: this is my first attempt at an actual fanfic so any advice is appreciated but please be kind :)

Prologue

17 Years Ago - 9 years old

I can see the sweat dripping down his face. He’s running low on energy. And he’s getting sloppy. I take the opportunity to deliver a right hook to his jaw. He stumbles. I hit again. He falls. I strike once more. He’s out cold. But the girl from before? She’s up again. She extends her claws, striking my back. A low snarl escapes my lips then I hear, “Pathetic, I expect more from my star student” says Mr. Argent, voice cutting through the chaos. I grit my teeth and clench my fists. He’s right. I turn to face the girl, pulling a knife infused with wolfsbane out. I take an experimental swipe, she dodges. Then, I take another swipe. This time to draw blood. I can see a sparkle in her eyes. Amusement. Pity. For a moment, all I want is to gouge them out so I never have to see that look again. I move again, more determined. She tries to dodge, but I’m faster. I swipe my feet under hers, tripping her. I proceed to do what I’ve been taught since I was six years old to do. Show no mercy. “There’s my girl” smirks Argent, “rest for now, I have something special planned for you later.” “Yes, Gerard” I respond, headed to the barracks.

“Sheesh, McCall. What happened to your back?” “Nothing, Nik. Just leave it, I’ll fix myself up” I mumble. “Forget that. Can you even reach that far?” he sticks his hand out to me “I’ll handle it, just let me rest.” I snuggle further onto my covers, “It’ll get infected if you leave it” I hear Nik opening one of his drawers, pulling something out. “Ouch, Nikie. At least be gentle” I hiss, my back arches away from his touch. “Stay still”, the stinging turns into a cooling sensation, relieving most of my pain. “This can’t take long Nik, I have to meet Gerard by the cages soon” I whisper, “He can wait. That is if he wants his star student in good shape.” he huffs. “I know you don’t like him, Nik but–” “I don’t like how he treats you. There’s a difference, you always come back with scars.” he cuts in. “ok, Nik. Are you done? I have to go or I’ll be late. Gerard mentioned a surprise earlier” I say. “Yeah, all done. Be careful moving around” He sighs, his shoulders sagging and eyes drooping. I know he doesn’t want me to go anywhere. “I always am” I smile, “Yeah, right” he scoffs, eyes rolling back.

I’m getting closer to the cages. There’s a heavy smell of blood. It tastes metallic. And it reaches a head once I’m standing outside Cage #60. I knock, “Mr. Argent, I’m here” the flickering lights and dingy feel of the basement makes me uncomfortable in my own skin. My feet continuously shifting. “Come” he shouts. It was unnerving. I force my feet to move forward instead of back. My hand turns the knob. Then, pushes. What I saw was nothing different than anything else I had ever seen in the cages. A wolf tied to a metal fence, arms hanging over his head. The door slams shut behind me. His head tilted up, glancing at me. I noticed then that something was different. His eyes. Bright red. Ruby red. This was an Alpha. Bloodied and beaten. Bruises covered his body. Gerard has clearly been working this one for quite some time. I hear the click of the door. But it’s not the Alpha that scares me. It’s locked. It’s the look Gerard gives me. His eyes are full of excitement? giddy? “You’ll have to understand what I’m about to do” He grins, finger pressing a big red button. The electricity running through the fence cuts off and the binds keeping the Alpha caged to the fence release him. “Now. Do it.” Gerard demands, his eyes glaring at it. He moves forward and with each step he takes toward me, I take one step back. Until my back hits the door. The one that slammed shut. The one that only unlocks from outside. His eyes flicker to my neck. Then, to my face. For a second, I think he won’t do what I think he’s trying to. I hope that he won’t. “You remember our deal, right? Disobey me and your daughter will feel every ounce of pain I am capable of inflicting” Gerard reminds. The Alpha’s eyes sharpen, his gaze flicking back to my neck. That’s when I feel it. His arms grip my body. His teeth glide across my neck before plunging in. I feel it as his teeth penetrate my skin and dig into the muscles in my shoulder. Pain glides across my whole body as I feel drops of blood stain my shirt. My training shirt. My favorite white training shirt. Tainted. Along with my body.