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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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Mornings w/ Nagi Seishiro

*not my photo* *found on google; @nagiscap​*

warnings: none

He wakes up and immediately wants to go back to sleep, he’ll bury his face back into his pillow or into you. He takes his time getting up, he’ll admire your sleeping figure, or play with your hair, and whisper soft i love yous into your neck. Most of the time, when you wake up you’ll just lay there together, enjoying the embrace of one another. If you like to wake up early and do skincare, Nagi will watch you from the bed, or if you shower, he’ll sometimes get up and join you (those days the water bill goes up). If you like to get up late, he’ll stay with you until he has to go to morning practice, sometimes he’ll make smoothies for both of you, and leave yours in the freezer if you aren’t up with a note on the refrigerator door.

nap time with dad nanamin!!

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.

morning routine w/ kunigami

*not my pic* *found on pinterest* (@xythhh) 

this is my first time writing, so i just ask that you be nice, any constructive criticism is welcome :) i probably won’t post very often btw

warnings: none? 

Rensuke loves waking up next to you in the morning. He loves the way the light shines on your face. How your soft hair is splayed on the pillow. How well your body fits with his. Rensuke definitely wakes up before you early in the morning so he can train or go on his daily morning run. Sometimes he’ll pick you up a drink for the morning, and shower when he gets back. He loves peppering your face in kisses to wake you up or sometimes he’ll just crawl back in bed with you and admire your sleeping face. Mornings with you really make him wonder how lucky he is to have you.

Guard Dog

TW: violence, fight scenes, mentions of blood, threats, language (curses; bitch, shit, etc.), injury 

note: as always advice/constructive criticism is appreciated and if I am missing a warning please let me know and I will fix it :) [also I was excited to get the first chapter out but, I will be reading this again later today to fix any slight errors] BTW, I’m thinking about aging up Isaac (so that reader, derek, and him are the same age 26 b/c i was thinking about making him a love interest; feel free to give your thoughts)

Chapter 1

These stupid hunters. Jesus. Why did they have to run all the way out here? I hear the hunters come to a stop. Aaagh and of course, a scream follows. I pick up my pace, careful not to attract any attention. That’s when I see it. A blonde girl falls to the ground, panic radiating off her scent. Then, I see the arrow. Right to the leg. Before I get a chance to do anything, there’s another kid. Tall with a kind of muscular build. He’s blocking the other girl from getting hit by more arrows. And, I’m sure I’ve never seen a more reckless pair of kids. But, something about the way the boy’s protecting the girl, like he’s done it a million times and wouldn’t hesitate to do it a million more. It reminds me of someone. Then, I realize. It reminds me of Nikolai, my Nikie. For a second, my indifference from before is replaced with rage. Then, that familiar whistling blows through the air. It’s the brunette hunter. She just fired another arrow. I waste no time. Before the arrow can even so much as graze the boy, my gun fires at her. It doesn’t hit her. But, that’s fine, she’s not my target. My target is that string she pulls so easily. I’m done. I’ve had enough of whatever sick game she’s playing. She wants to play with lives. That’s fine. I’ll show her what it’s like to be toyed with. As soon as her string breaks, I watch as she reaches for another weapon–a miniature crossbow. But, just as soon as she has it out. I fire again. Breaking this toy of hers too. “Aren’t you hunters supposed to have a code you follow?” I sneer, finally stepping out from the shadows. I’m dressed in black tactical armor from head to toe and strapped with a web of different weapons. The moonlight flickers over the symbol of The Guard over my chest–in gold thread is a jackal. My face is covered by my hood, but her gaze is heavy. I keep moving until I’m stood in front of the two kids. “Allison, step back” says a voice from behind the brunette. It’s deep, authoritative. And so clearly, a man. “Allison, huh? What a pretty name.” I say my lips turning up into a mocking smile, “Shame your personality’s so nasty” the look on her face darkens, and her jaw clenches. It’s clear I’ve pissed her off. “ALLISON! NOW!” says the voice again, louder this time, more demanding and it’s about to be her undoing. “Awww! But, I’m having such a good time pissing her off.” I goad her more, easily enough she pulls out a knife. The moonlight bounces off of it and I scoff, pulling one out from my belt. “I have one too, princess.” We tiptoe for a little. And I wait. For an opening. She takes the first step, swiping her knife at me. She’s fast–faster than I expected–but, still I’m faster. She tries to take another swipe, I dodge again. This time, it’s my turn. I step forwards and slash my knife against her waist. Blood drips. “Whoops! That’ll be a pain to clean up” She hisses, her arm instinctively moving to check the injured area. Not fast enough. Then, right as she’s distracted. I hear it. Whoever was trying to warn her from before, fires a shot at me. A bullet. Shit. I was too careless. I feel pain radiating out from my hip. Before, I can make another move, adjust my stance. Two arms grip me, pulling me away from the hunters. It’s the two kids. Although, I’m not sure if I should be grateful or annoyed. They’re fast, everything’s turning into a blur. But, I can still see the frustration on Allison’s face as she grips her wound.

“Here. Sit. We’ll get Derek. He can help.” They set me gently on a couch. It’s leather. And it’ll be a bitch to get blood off of. But, I settle. It’s not like I can go anywhere else until they take the bullet out of my hip. “You’re going to be okay” says the blonde, thought I think it’s more for herself than me. “Yeah, just need this bullet out. Not my first time but, it hurts like a motherfucker.” I wince, either this wound is worse than I thought or this couch is really shitty. “Just come back. And bring Deaton. It’s an emergency.” I hear the boy from earlier. He’s on the phone. “Fine. But, Scott and Stiles are with me too. So, they’re gonna have to come” says the voice on the other line. I go still. They had better not be talking about my Scott and Stiles. They cannot be mixed up in this. I try to move to say something but, it hurts too much. “Yeah, whatever. Just hurry.”

The doors glide open and I wince trying to see who it is. “Sit. It’s okay, they’re here to help.” Immediately, I see Scott and Stiles. MY scott and stiles. Then, I see two other people, both men. One looks to be my age with black hair and blue eyes. The other’s older, wearing a doctor’s coat and holding a briefcase. The older one moves towards me, “My name is Deaton. I’m going to check your wound” I look at him hesitantly, “You can trust him [name]. He’s my boss.” says Scott, his brows furrowed and eyes trailing over my wound. I nod. It takes a while but this Deaton guy finishes inspecting my wound. “We need to get that bullet out” whispers Deaton, he’s talking to Scott and the guy with black hair. They both look me over simultaneously, I can feel the pity in their gazes. “I agree. So can someone please, finally take this bullet out? It’s pretty painful, if you haven’t noticed.” I sigh, I’m already over the looks of pity and I’m dreading the conversation that I KNOW, I’ll be having with Scott and Stiles. “Yeah, I’ll get started” says the doctor guy, opening his case and setting up his tools. “This won’t take long. You’re strong, okay? You can handle this.” He says his eyes looking at me with a calm determination. He starts. And he was right, it didn’t take long. But, apparently I’m not as strong as he thought I was because the only thing that hurt more when he was taking that bullet out, was probably Scott’s hand, which I was holding onto as said bullet was being taken out.

Now’s time for the really good part. “What happened, [name]? You’re back? How come you didn’t tell me?” says Scott, his eyes are drooping. He’s clearly hurt, I didn’t tell him I’m home. “Wait a minute. Scott, you know her?” says the boy from earlier, who I still don’t know, his eyes are widened and whipping his head towards Scott. “Yeah, she’s my older sister” he replies, with no tact whatsoever. “Yeah. Hi, my name is [name] McCall. Like he said, I’m the unfortunate soul who got stuck as his sister.” I chuckle, but Scott just clenches his fists at his side, letting out a sharp huff as he glares at me. “Can someone just explain what’s going on?” cuts in the guy with black hair. “Uh–yeah. I can I guess. But, forewarning it’s a little complicated” I say looking up at him and he glares at me. Jeez, if I didn’t think he looked like a grumpy cat, he might actually scare me. “Okay, short version it is.” I sigh, ”It started a couple months ago, I noticed more and more hunters were breaking their precious little code. Most of them, were hanging around here. So, I decided to fly in to see what’s been going on. I only got here this morning,” I say, glancing at Scott, I don’t want him thinking I intentionally hid my return, “decided to look around this evening. That’s when I came across some hunters, cornering blondie and muscles over there.” the blonde cuts me off, eyes rolling “It’s Erica. And Boyd.” “Cool, anyways,” I continue, “I hadn’t planned on getting involved. At least, not until Boyd, here, decided he’d be more helpful after getting turned into swiss cheese instead of running for help–” “Wait, what do you mean, Swiss cheese?” asks Stiles “That brunette bitch. Allison. Whatever her name was. She was firing arrows at the two. Poking holes like it was some twisted game.” I look up at everyone, hesitant “Honestly? It looked like she was getting off on it. It was sick.” I can feel my stomach turning just at the memory of it. “Hold on–do you mean Allison Argent?” asks Scott, he seems distressed. His brows are practically one, but his eyes are wide. Like he can’t believe it. “Look,” I offer, gently “I don’t know what her last name is. But if it is Argent? Then Scott, you need to stay far away from her. I’ve had plenty of experience with Argents. None of them are good news.” I don’t want Scott to get hurt, not like I did. Not like what Gerard and Kate did to me. “That doesn’t make any sense though. Why would Allison attack us? She knows Erica and Boyd. They haven’t done anything.” Scott pleads, voice cracking. I don’t get a chance to say anything before blondie–Erica–pipes up. “Look Scott. I get it. You love Allison but, your sister’s right. Allison is dangerous. If she hadn’t been there, I seriously think she would’ve killed us or come damn close.” Scott looks down at his feet, his shoulders slumped. “Hey,” I suggest, slowly moving form the couch, “it’s been a long day for us all. Why don’t I take Scott and we can all talk about this tomorrow?”. Aside from Scott possibly being in love with an Argent, I had a bullet taken out from my side today and I cannot wait to get into bed and sleep. “Sounds like a good idea. We can meet back here tomorrow.” says grumpy cat guy.

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 - 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.