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yenonnoff · 6 months ago

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TEACH ME HOW TO LOVE! 25. fame is not for the weak

today, you weren’t “rising actress y/n l/n.” you were just a normal, law-abiding citizen spending the weekend watching oikawa tooru’s new film. that sentence alone should’ve been the first red flag that the trip would turn disastrous. the next was your co-star’s quote-unquote disguise. you cared less about the former: if you didn’t watch daybreak today, you’d be bombarded with spoilers from your friends later on. the latter, however, was inexcusable.

“you’re ridiculous,” you said, eyeing the blond actor up and down. “you don’t blend in, atsumu, you blend out.”

“glad you’re enjoying the view. it didn’t take me long to pull this together.”

it was true: the outfit was completely minimal. it barely required any thought, yet, it still looked perfectly coordinated and eye-catching. that was just atsumu’s irking influence on things—but that was exactly the problem. you’ve seen him in casual clothing before but it was even more salient today. compared to the people walking in and out of the movie theater, atsumu stood out like a sore thumb. it made you realize he was born to be on stage.

“your good looks are betraying you,” you sighed, eyes surveying the area hurriedly. the two of you had made sure to arrive an hour early for precautions, of course. still, with the small crowds coming and leaving, it made the two of you even more vulnerable and undeniably conspicuous. you tugged on atsumu’s sleeves, lowering him closer to the theater’s large indoor planters. you made a face, “what about our plans of not drawing attention to ourselves?”

you couldn’t see the teasing smile behind his white mask, but you had caught the twinkling amusement in his eyes. he wore a basic hoodie with his usual denim cap concealing his blond hair. (though, you made him remove his hood since someone was bound to mistake him for a creep or member of the paparazzi. you realized later that it was intentional, he just wanted to see your flustered expression).

atsumu leaned forward to say, “don’t worry. if someone recognizes us, just act clueless.”

“that doesn’t sound like a good plan.”

“i know,” he agreed. “i’ve never been caught before so i don’t think about backup plans too much.”

you were about to retaliate, call him ridiculous once more, but he stopped you before you could. grabbing your shoulders, he ushered you towards the dozy security guard at the end of the corner. atsumu chuckled, “let’s stop gawking and actually get in before your worst nightmare comes true.”

yeah, this was not the plan you had in mind.

you took your seats in the center all the way in the back row. it was for precautions, but at least you could see the whole screen. strangely enough, atsumu had let you take the middle armrest. he also humored you by answering all your spontaneous questions to pass the time.

the first topic was about your fellow co-stars.

“jolie… is loud. she’s too friendly for her own good, but she’s a hard worker; she rarely slacks off too. you should see her at parties though, she’s scary.” when he realized everything he said was mostly positive, atsumu crossed his arms to think. “don’t be fooled, she also has a really clumsy and high-maintenance side to her.”

“who? jolie?” you stifled a surprised laugh. you always saw her as incredibly charming and supportive so this was news to you.

“yeah, she always loses her phone. it’s a bigger hassle when she comes to you asking where it is. honestly, this girl thinks you’re the one to blame for her phone being lost.”

atsumu went on to recall other things too: “we met when i was acting during university. can you believe she’s a year older than me? we’ve been friends for a while so she was there when i broke up with emma.”

it was the slight grimace that made you change the subject. he seemed glad when you asked about semi. “he’s completely stoic and too professional. he reminds me of you in a way, but he does have his moments.”

he continued promptly. “this is my first time working with sugawara. though, i heard he’s pretty popular in the industry, both on and off-screen. for akane, i met her in some minor roles. she likes to ask me for tips and tricks sometimes.”

you listened and hummed while he spoke. you understood what was so enthralling about atsumu now. his good looks draw you in, sure—but it was the way he spoke so naturally and full of confidence that made you stay. he made you want to hear more: about himself and his casual attitude on things.

when atsumu finished speaking, there was still enough time to buy snacks before the theater got crowded for daybreak. he took the liberty to do so, sneaking back in before people started to swarm. they didn’t seem to notice the two of you all the way in the back. the middle rows were usually more favored anyway. then, the lights dimmed further and the room was consumed with darkness.

there were perks to being friends with thrill seekers. it meant you were immune to most things: horror movies being one of them.

everyone in the group had their own signature hangouts. you guys liked to rotate between each other’s preferences, it only seemed fair that way (this was only true during high school, however. during university and nowadays, you simply decided on things that worked with everyone’s schedules).

kuroo liked study dates and movie theaters the most. he’d always drag everyone to watch the latest movies, usually either horror or action. due to that, you’ve built an immunity to jump scares and supernaturals; it would take a lot to frighten you.

while you weren’t screaming or gripping the edge of your seat like others in the theater, you still enjoyed the movie nonetheless. oikawa’s flawless acting had completely occupied your attention, and on more than one occasion, you were watching with your jaw hung open. he was a man of many achievements, worthy of every praise for his charms and incredible acting skills. he was your inspiration, and you hoped fervently to be on the same stage as him one day.

before the ending credits could even roll, you and atsumu had already snuck out. it took you a while to steady yourself. the bright lights from outside the theater room had mercilessly attacked you when you stepped out, and you felt dizzy from staring at such a massive screen for so long.

atsumu saved you the cruel embarrassment, excusing himself to the restroom. you teased him before he went: “what—were you scared of the movie?”

“if i was, i wouldn’t be going to the restroom alone.”

“i’m sorry, i don’t think i can accompany you,” you said sincerely.

atsumu scoffed, not knowing whether to be vexed at the sheer genuineness in your voice or the embarrassment he was feeling. he grumbled, “i wasn’t going to ask you to!” then he stormed off with his hands shoved in his hoodie pocket.

while he did his business, you ventured to the merchandise area of the movie theater. surprisingly, you spotted merch for vengeance, your previous film, in the corner. shirts in various colors; tote bags; and small prints decorated the shelves from top to bottom. the bags were nearly sold out, it made you feel grateful that people still poured so much love into the film. besides you was a large poster hung from the ceiling. there was a close-up shot of you and your other co-stars. the editing was immaculate, they even made kuroo look g—

“y/n l/n?”

the unfamiliar voice that spoke your name made you freeze in place. in front of you was a girl you’ve never seen before. you staggered slightly, realization hitting you at full speed. this was a fan. her oikawa shirt, oikawa lanyard, oikawa pins, oikawa— they all gave her away instantly. your first thought was wow, too taken-aback by the girl’s clear devotion. your next thought was run, get away from the corner that would soon reveal your identity.

the fan didn’t waste a breath. she pointed to the large poster next to you, the one you’d been admiring. “look! that’s you right? you worked with tooru on vengeance!” she nearly squealed his first name.

you coughed to get her attention. her assumption was unbelievable, really. even if you were y/n l/n, your face was heavily concealed with a mask and cap. “what are you talking about? you’ve got the wrong person, my name is—“

“everyone, come! i think i found y/n l/n!” she turned to face you again, her eyes widened in excitement. “hey, can i get your autograph? how about a picture?”

you nearly facepalmed yourself. daybreak had just ended, all these people rushing into the merchandise store came from the same theater room as you. fuck.

you should’ve realized sooner that you were in the heart of tokyo, where the chances of running into a celebrity was augmented by at least 70%. of course there would be radical fans everywhere you went. diehard oikawa fans were possibly the worst of them all, this fan especially.

you were about to gently coax her that this was a misunderstanding when a large hoard of people started crowding towards your tiny corner. being suffocated by hardcore fans was not on your bucket list—seeing people get shoved and nearly trampled on wasn’t there either!

people pushed; they ran; they shouted. phones were shoved in your face, adrenaline rushed through your veins, and you had to yell over the mass to stop them from forcing their way towards you.

pandemonium struck the movie theater.

the dozy security guard from earlier bolted towards the herd in a hurry. clearly he’d finally snapped out of his drowsy state and commanded the crowd to disperse. then, a hand slid around your wrist and pulled you away from the mob. your breath hitched in your throat as the tall figure hurried you into a sprint out the building. you heard the roaring yelling resume when they realized you weren’t there anymore.

this was definitely not conspicuous at all. you were pretty sure your cover was blown… your blond co-star’s as well.

you raced with your heartbeat thundering against your rib cage. the two of you ran until you stopped by a short alleyway next to the street. you were furious at yourself for ruining your plans of being discreet, but for also destroying the pleasant movie trip for the both of you.

“atsumu, i’m sorry. that wasn’t supposed to happen.”

he didn’t answer you, his breathing still heavy. one of his hands remained enclosed around yours, the other went up to soothe the back of your head. you heard him say, “are you alright? first time that’s happened?”

you nodded to both questions. you were just flustered and shaken up by the whole ordeal. even if it wasn’t what atsumu meant by his second question, you understood what it conveyed about your reality as an actress. you were too naive and inexperienced. if the security guard hadn't come, someone would’ve been injured and you were to blame for not handling the situation properly. it was something you should’ve known as a public figure. diehard fans already lack respect and morality; the chances of them learning how to be decent human beings were obscenely low. it seems you’re the only one who can take control of these situations, even if it’s not your fault—even if you dislike it.

you felt atsumu take both of your hands in his. they were warm and full of comfort, they held yours gently with so much care that you could melt.

“don’t blame yourself, y/n. it’s never your fault, that should’ve never happened.” atsumu’s tone was full of frustration—not at you, but rather at himself.

you didn't have the energy to fight back. it was obvious: if you hadn’t gone into the merchandise area, you would’ve never been recognized. you walked into the lion’s den all by yourself; it was a situation you had complete control over.

minutes passed and atsumu ended his call with the taxi driver. he wanted to see you off at your condo, and you didn’t refuse. the damage has already been done. sure, this could land you in more trouble but you couldn’t help it. you were human. you were selfish. you wanted to stay with atsumu for a little longer, just a couple moments more.

you let out a low chuckle. “are you going to continue holding my hands, atsumu?” you brought them up in front of you. “both of them?”

his face finally softened. “maybe i’ll let go of one. just one though, the other is needed to open the door.”

the small moment was cut short by the arrival of the taxi. still, it was more than enough to console your dispirited heart.

as always, atsumu remained true to his words: your hands found each other again in the silent taxi, warm and heartbreakingly soothing.

“you’re not allowed to blame yourself, atsumu.”

your co-star exhaled a heavy breath. “isn’t that what i should be telling you?”

“i’m fully aware of what happened. it was my fault i was in that situation—don’t try and deny it, atsumu. i’ll take responsibility for whatever happens tomorrow.”

“you’re too professional, y’know that?” he asked and you nodded vehemently. “i’d like to talk to y/n, the one that likes roller coasters and lives off of coffee, not the y/n that’s a prim workaholic. can you ring her up for me?”

you huffed, squeezing his hand. you were currently standing in front of your condo still holding your stubborn co-star’s hand. perhaps you were both stubborn—too focused on different priorities to understand one another. “i’m being serious. i enjoyed today. thank you for letting me watch daybreak before getting every detail spoiled.”

atsumu was about to counter, but you beat him to it. “don’t say that today was a mistake! i knew the consequences but i still went… if you’re going to blame yourself, you might as well blame me too for agreeing to go.”

“hey, you can’t do that to me. now i’m backed into a corner,” he frowned beneath his mask. “then promise me you won’t beat yourself over this. if things get out of hand tomorrow in the media, you’ll let me help you. please rely on me too, y/n.”

“i promise. i’m an adult too, atsumu.”

“yes,” he breathed, slow and firm. “you’re so incredibly strong you put all the other adults to shame.”

you could crumble at the underlying softness in his voice. you could crumble from how clearly upset he was at everything that’s transpired. “then i should probably head inside. thanks for walking me all the way up here, you’ll be sneaky when you leave, right?”

the sound of his laughter eased your mind, and you let go of his hand. the two of you shared a moment of sweetened silence before he watched you disappear behind your door. you both knew then that it’ll be a while before you would spend time with one another again.

atsumu lowered his head and removed his denim cap. with a rough hand, he raked it through his messy hair and sighed. he desperately needed something to clear his mind, perhaps a nap that would last at least three hours. the blond turned away from the closed door to do just that. he was going to go home, shower, eat, and doze until the next day.

“atsumu miya?”

the tall blond whispered a curse in his mind before spotting a black haired lady in front of him. he looked left and right, behind and in front. he pointed a confused finger at himself. “me?”

the pretty lady with the distinctive mole near her lips laughed softly. “yes, you. i saw you in front of y/n’s door. were you two hanging out earlier?”

atsumu’s face bloomed in realization. she was undeniably familiar, and he was sure he’d seen her somewhere before. that’s right, she was a model in the same agency as emma. what a small world.

atsumu rubbed the back of his neck, only saying, “yeah.” how long was she there for? how much did she see? god, did she see them holding hands? atsumu grumbled under his breath, heat rising unexpectedly to his cheeks. it was just one after another, the two of you needed a break.

“actually, i wanted to talk to you for a moment if that’s alright with you.”

he tilted his head in curiosity. she said it would only be a moment and that where they were standing would suffice. however, her expression was inexplicably serious. he braced himself for her few words.

“i know that you and y/n have spent a lot of time together, but i want to know how you feel towards her. with your current situation, y/n could be affected negatively if people found out.”

it was a sensible question but one that was hard to answer. atsumu wondered how close the two of them were; it was understandable why she would be concerned about her friend’s career and his intentions. and he fully understood what she’d meant by “current situation.” he was completely aware. even if he hated it, emma’s foolish shenanigans and her crazy fans were targeted at him and only him. you shouldn’t be dragged into it.

“she brings me comfort in a way. there’s not many people that i feel comfortable around, so I’m grateful towards her. i’ll take responsibility for anything that happens; it’s my fault anyway since i was the one that wanted to hang out. don’t worry, we probably won’t be spending time together again any time soon.”

his words hinted at two meanings. first, filming that summer was the number one priority. second, atsumu would do anything to protect your career and peace of mind.

the pleasant lady in front of atsumu nodded. her eyes were clear of any doubt, shining instead with gratitude. “thank you for your time. i hope you have a safe trip back.”

“thank you,” the blond replied, walking towards the elevator at the end of the hall.

atsumu didn’t have the words to sum up today’s events. however, everything had unfolded in front of him and he was face-to-face with a realization. a cruel one that he needed to accept. it wasn’t the right time for the two of you. no matter how much atsumu might want it, he couldn’t deny that now wasn’t the time. it might never be the time, but that was something he needed to realize.

the world was heartlessly cruel.

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fun facts:

if it were anyone else, atsumu would've definitely hogged the middle armrest all to himself. he would do it with the popcorn and snacks too. the bucket stays with him! he finds it too troublesome to reach over and grab it.

it's why he doesn't like going to the movie theaters (mentioned in chapter 19) since he only ever goes with either osamu or rin. it always ends in an argument and the other people there hate them all.

jolie is the type to look for her phone while on call with someone.

whenever she does lose it during filming, she always goes to semi because she knows he'll (begrudgingly) look for it with her.

can you tell i have the biggest, fattest crush on shimizu. i wanted to go full rampant on describing how pretty she is but i had to control myself!

i felt very bad writing this chapter. no matter how careful you may try to be, people make mistakes and they always blame themselves for it. there are external factors that you can't control; it's just the harsh reality of things.

TEACH ME HOW TO LOVE! ｡ｏ♡ an atsumu miya smau

synopsis: when y/n l/n, a rising actress, decides to star in a romance film that could make or break her career, she’s unable to showcase her skills, revealing her inexperience within the romance department instead. worst of all, atsumu miya, her co-star and the main lead’s love interest, seems to hate her guts! with absolutely, unbearably zero chemistry between the two, an idea was proposed: spend time with one another in the upcoming weeks. will y/n be able to ignore her professionalism and listen to her heart? and will she, a clueless romantic, be able to pick up on the signs her co-star is sending her?

a/n: i think this ch was a little heavier than i intended it to be but it was also a lot easier to write than i thought. yay! drama! haha! i'm always learning how to be more impactful and purposeful with my writing. words don't always come as easily as i would like them to be but this ch was a step in the right direction! i hope that was how it felt to you guys as well!

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livlivlivliv · 2 years ago

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LOVE LANGUAGE ೃ⁀➷

¿What is Keigo's love language?

¸ .　　★　° :.　 . • ° 　 .　 *　:.　☆

- This man.

- I feel like he can just have all 5 types.

- But if I have to make up my mind, his love language would definitely be physical contact and giving/receiving gifts.

- To begin with, physical contact is very important for him, he understands that he is hungry for touch, caresses.

- He always ALWAYS, no matter how unconscious he is, he has to be attached to you, in any way.

- Watching a movie? Let me tell you that if you manage to see it complete, I congratulate you, because with this restless man by your side it is impossible to concentrate. He will turn the moment into a pampering session.

- Super fan of hugs!!

- Walking around the city? If it doesn't cover you (a little) with its wings, it will rest its hand on your back or wrap its arm around your shoulder or simply hold hands and trace circles on your back with its thumb.

- He also intertwines his arm with yours, like a true gentleman or like an old couple. There is no middle ground.

- For him there is no personal space.

- He loves your hair, the day you taught him how to braid it was your downfall. After being snuggled up you will leave there with at least one little braid done.

- He likes the way you look at him after tucking an unruly lock behind your ear.

- And yes, he also likes to pull it.

- Well, there is no doubt that he loves touching you. But YOU touching him drives him crazy.

- If he could purr every time he brushes against him, he would.

- His weak points (not to say his entire body) are his hair, his back, and his wings.

- Man, give this boy some love. He will be very well received.

- Now the gifts.

- The vast majority love receiving gifts, he is no exception.

- But giving yourself away and pampering yourself and then seeing your happy face is priceless.

- Anything you want, he will give it to you.

- Food, clothes, books, perfume, everything!

- Remember that this man has money.

- I feel like you'll be able to use his card too, it feeds his ego somehow. ¿Daddy?

- If you casually mention an item that you liked, rest assured that he will get it for you.

- FLOWERS if it's not a luxurious bouquet of your favorites, it's some little flower he found somewhere.

- When he sees something in a store that reminds him of his girl, he will unquestionably buy it.

- Like that time he saw the typical soda cans and one had your name on it.

- Compulsive buyer!

- He doesn't have much time to give you handmade things, but you're sure to get letters and the odd little drawing.

- Your favorite gifts are the ones that his unconscious bird instinct gives you.

- There is something in him that if an insignificant rock lying on the ground seems beautiful to him, he will take it home.

- One day he came with a beer cap? It doesn't matter, you loved him. Don't break his feelings.

- Still you love your man.

my love language is also physical contact lol [masterlist]

#headcanon #hawks x reader #takami keigo #bnha x reader #hawks fluff

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iisasarcasticlittleshite · 2 years ago

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Weak Immune System (Karasuno Volleyball Club/ MALE!Reader) Part I

This is originally written for my AO3, figured I'd post it here as well just for the heck of it. All of this to say, this is not good lol

You couldn't wait to get back to practicing with your friends, after spending the first week of school stuck at home, sick with the rest of your family. You were a second year at Karasuno high, and you'd been playing volleyball since you could walk. Most people would say you were an excellent player, but you'd put yourself more as a decent all-rounder.

Your classmate, Tanaka has been going on about these crazy good first years ever since school started, texting you videos of the four first years in action, he even caught the famous "freak quick" in action, and it had your blood racing with anticipation of what the team could do with so much raw talent.

Morning practice had never been your favorite, but Tanaka had insisted on dragging your butt out of bed early, some might even say too early. You weren't expecting anyone to be there, just under an hour before the practice was meant to start, but sure enough, there were your upperclassmen, setting up the net, already in gym clothes.

"Yo! Look who's back!" Tanaka called, proudly clapping you on the back, grinning "Mr. Weak-immune-system here!"

"Would you stop calling me that?" you huffed "I get Scarlet-fever one time!"

"(Y/N)? You're back!" Sugawara cried, jogging up enthusiastically. You knew to brace before he started his round of playfully punching your gut, Suga's usual greeting "It's about time!"

You playfully punched him back, striking his shoulder with just enough force to smart "you don't need me anymore, remember? Got yourselves two tall-ass first years to play with!"

Daichi smiled, patting you gently on the shoulder "it's good to have you back, we missed you against Seijouh."

"You won, Cap! Hardly seems like you needed lil' old me!"

Daichi's face turned sour "you didn't see Oikawa's monster serve. If we're going to stand a chance then we need a stronger defense, that starts with you, and ends with Nishinoya."

"Is he still not back?" you wondered, a frown falling on your face "damned idiot still lovestruck over Asahi?"

"Yeah, I guess so, now that you're here though I bet we can get his ass back on a court!" Tanaka declared "c'mon, let's get changed so you can show those creeps how a real man serves!"

Tanaka hauled you off to the club room before you could argue, leaving the two third-years grinning, glad that things hadn't changed. At first glance, some people might not think much of you, sure you were tall, and you took good care of yourself, but off the court, you weren't really intimidating. They knew the first years wouldn't know what hit them.

You came back dressed for practice and helped everyone set up, catching up with the gossip. The rest of the second-years arrived, closely followed by the first years who quickly spotted the new face.

You knew the blonde was taller than you, but you weren't used to being looked down on by anyone, being over six-foot had its perks after all. Still, you smiled and casually waved a greeting while you were stretching your legs out on the floor "mornin'!"

"Who are you?" the tall blonde sneered at you.

"Watch your damn mouth first-year!" Tanaka yelled from across the court "he'll kick your ass!"

"Not from down there he won't." the boy chuckled.

You shrugged, your build hadn't hinted at your height then, good. It wouldn't hurt to mess with him a little, not when he looked oh so smug and the other first years were watching. "Tsukishima, right? Ryu said you were salty but damn, you start early."

As you spoke, you gathered to your feet, taking your sweet time stretching to your full height, which was in fact, exactly as tall as he was. There was a flash of surprise in his eyes, and you smirked.

"Name's (Y/N), I'm in 2-5. Been sick all week, sorry I missed the action now."

"Woah! You're really tall!" Tangerine declared.

"Hi, Hinata right? That makes you Kageyama and you're Yamaguchi, yeah?"

"How do you know our names?" Kageyama wondered.

"Kiyoko recorded some of your plays for me, and I'm a people person," you gave them your sweetest smile, you wanted them to underestimate how ruthless you could be on the court, you loved when people just assumed you were a gentle giant, like Asahi.

"So you saw the quick attack?! Like whoosh! Bang!"

"Cool sound effects, and yes." you smiled at the puppy-like enthusiasm "you're a little ball of energy huh?"

Hinata flushed but was spared from responding, thanks to Daichi's call to start warming up together. They still didn't have a coach, but they were used to that by now, running through the drills they knew and correcting each other's forms where necessary.

The first years were a technical disaster, not to mention constantly at each other's throats (no thanks to Tsukishima's active poking), and it made you wonder how Daichi got them to behave themselves long enough to play ball.

"Dude! You're up to serve!" Tanaka yelled, yanking you out of your pensive thoughts by tossing you a ball.

The team was running serve/receive drills now, you'd already done a few receives, nothing special but it got your blood moving just enough for you to attempt the jump-serve.

A week at home hadn't stopped you from doing light workouts, or you'd have gone mad in your room with your little brother, so you were confident as you walked behind the line, measured your steps out of habit, and got into position.

On the other side of the net were Hinata and Tsukishima, neither of which would receive worth a damn, so you decided to have some fun.

You set up the service, hearing the surprise in the room when you jumped. You were already tall, and your jump technique had taken you literal years to perfect. The first swing wasn't as hard as you could hit it, you didn't want to strain yourself, so you aimed right between the two first years.

Hinata dove for the ball, completely off balance, and sent it flying into the wall, while Tsukishima almost stepped on him.

"Hell YEAH!" you and Tanaka yelled, performing your traditional celebratory chest bump, you'd been practicing that since middle school too. Many a bloody nose had once followed a good serve.

"Nice serve (Y/N)!"

You bowed theatrically "thank you, thank you!"

"Do that again!"

You looked up to meet a pair of wide, amber eyes, staring at you with an intensity that was almost terrifying, unblinking, and determined.

"Tanaka, this kid scares me," you muttered as he passed you another ball "is he always like this?"

Tanaka shrugged beside you "only when he really wants to beat someone...good luck with that."

"Thanks, real helpful dude."

Pt. 2 Pt.3

#haikyuu #haikyuu x male reader #reader insert #series #karasuno x male reader #karasuno headcanons

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aberrational · 1 month ago

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❝ The whole wide world is a carousel.ᐟ ❞

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Caught between the lattice of fictionalized, digital worlds and our very own tangible reality, the Perfect Person is the definition of an enigma, both in terms of characterization and sheer power. Created to be a toy and tool for all collective writers, it roams the multiverse to reach out to all corners of these numerous realms and bring forth its writer's will, be it nefarious and cruel or benevolent and charitable.

CHARACTER INFORMATION ☄. *. ⋆

✎ THE PERFECT PERSON ⋆ he/it ╰┈➤ This felid is frighteningly aware of everything going on around it- it seems to know every little detail of its own life, including its own construction and the massive eldritch creatures and creators who dictate its fate. His knowledge stretches to other fictional beings as well, as it can fully interpret and read character biographies and direct messages. In addition to coveted knowledge, it holds dominion over the worlds it finds itself in, enabling it to teleport itself, others, and objects, manifest all manner of creations regardless of scale and complexity, and modify the fabric of reality around it, and it insists upon written consciousness where it is actively concurrently aware of each interaction it is in at the same time...

╰┈➤ However, the main and massive caveat to the Perfect Person's strength is that it can only do what writers allow. In this sense, the Perfect Person despite the cap of its abilities is not all powerful- in actuality, its terrifically weak and pitiful, as you could entirely strip it of all functionality and knowledge. Without writer permission, it could not even tap into its senses as it has no physical form, and would not be able to smell, hear, or see at all, much less move if you so wished it.

╰┈➤ GNC transgender gay feline anthropomorphic creature, around 5'3" when alone and morphs its appearance to be slightly taller than anyone it meets when in the company of others. Long, tufted tail, massive tall ears, and one singular right eye. It appears pure #FFF white, with pink and blue chromatic aberration- all creatures in fiction see it as a glitch in reality, flat, with no shadows cast upon it except on its clothes, which is usually a purple suit. It may also occasionally be seen with a pink and blue starry halo and mismatched wings.

MUN INFO AND RULES ☄. *. ⋆

🕊 I am (nearly) 21 years old (11/14/2003) and I use he/it/star. I have 2 jobs and am in college with a tendency to drop interests for periods of time, so I may not be consistently present.

🕊 I will interact with basically anyone, including other OCs and fandom blogs. I will trend towards literate roleplay but am perfectly capable of casual roleplay. I am also a touch rusty on writing a lot of flowery prose, so please be patient and understanding if I don't gussy up posts or throw up 10 paragraphs every day.

🕊 Please feel free to take control of PP's senses! Weaken him, gaslight him, torture him! Knock that Godmodder down a few pegs! I hope that no one is turned off of interacting with it due to its omnipresent shtick.

🕊 Shipping is permitted and encouraged! However PP will likely retain multiple partners at once and may not inform each partner of this, meaning that effectively he WILL cheat on your OC, because it sucks.

🕊 I am more than happy to engage in darker roleplay featuring physical violence and mental turmoil.

🕊 Don't be afraid to DM me about anything at all, especially planning! You can also contact me at catastrophyte on Discord, and I would love it if you joined my personal Discord.

#oc roleplay #literate roleplay #roleplay info #rp blog #rp info #rp blog promo #roleplay blog promo #original character roleplay

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chargetrick · 3 months ago

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ok some details about these under the cut because i like talking ^_^ and also once again, graded work so i had to actually consider why i was making the design choices i was

ragna:

- nothing much to say here story wise, he's just minimum wage ragna from long running groupchat Bit™️

- he's a line cook and casually he dresses about as goth as he can manage while being incredibly tired and low motivation all the time.

- no powers here, so he's just missing an arm for... still jin related and abnormal reasons, but less abnormal than they could be and he just had to go to the hospital about it instead of a vampire appearing to him about it

- design wise i really needed to keep that silhouette thing that his hakama pants do for him so the baggy tripp pants and sweatpants are both meant to carry that across

- the missing arm (azure grimoire) specifically having the crest tattoo is very on purpose. he still has the inexplicable body pillow womb tattoo but obviously you can't see that

- i keep doing this thing where i give him a baseball cap and then make his ahoge poke out from under it because it's cute. actually got it on the correct side this time though lol

tsubaki:

- she's a law student at NOL University which is supposed to be super prestigious but the faculty is like. at best kagura at worst relius so really nobody should want to be there

- i was initially just trying to make her outfit ingame translate into relatively normal clothes but actually i really like the vibe this outfit came out with. feels like it really conveys "rich enough to buy expensive probably somewhat personalised clothes, sheltered enough to not realise how much they stand out" which feels pretty accurate to tsubaki's life

- the pins on the hat are an eye and a wing because i desperately wanted a way to reference izayoi stuff while still technically keeping on brief and i was in a little bit of a hurry. not totally happy with it relative to the rest of her outfit, but I'll live.

- i maybe should have given her glasses but now i think about it i kind of really like the idea of her wearing contacts to try and hide that her vision is getting worse because she's worried about potentially showing "weakness". she's got big things in store she can't let people know she's probably going to be legally blind in a couple years or so

makoto:

- also at NOL University minoring in sports science and majoring in something I'm not totally sure on? but definitely something that people don't initially expect of her.

- she works part-time at a coffee shop that tsubaki frequents to do homework but they are NOT carrying out their romance there. they have to do it elsewhere because makoto's awful terrible boss (hazama) will know if she's slacking off to flirt with a beautiful woman and he'll be a dick

- this is kind of a soft redesign of her terrible awful canon outfit but if i were to do that fully i wouldn't make it in the context i was doing these for so it's just her gym clothes. she doesn't wear this all the time but i think she does lean into sporty fashion both to show off her epic muscles and throw people off a bit when they find out she's doing like political science or some shit for her major. I'd like to have done a more casual outfit for her as well, like ragna, but i ran out of time

- once again, silhouettes! i largely ended up doing her as my third character for this task because i felt like i had the best vision for how to translate her magical aspects across. the big fluffy backpack is an obvious stand in for her tail, and the buns fill in for her ears

- i didn't really get to convey the materials too well on most of this but makoto's socks aren't like they are in canon with the weird folded over fabric and stuff, they're just gym socks. some of those specialised ones you can get with the big blocky colours on them

tentative beginnings of a blazblue modern/"normal" au that i handed in for a grade recently

#blazblue

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a-boca-do-inferno · 3 years ago

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is he the bogeyman? (tony montana x reader)

summary: (y/n) meets someone very interesting, in an even more interesting way, at her new job.

warnings: swearing, angst, violence, smut. a little fluff too?

words: 7.9k

notes: idk man he just lives in my mind rent free. this was supposed to be a character study but i am too weak for him so ofc i had to throw some p*rn and angst in there. enjoy

It’s been almost a year since (y/n) moved to America and she was still struggling to leave the unemployed status at the moment. All the work she’d been getting was either temporary or too difficult for her to stay on them. Of course, there was her citizen situation as well, since (y/n)’s last boss was never exactly happy about having to employ an immigrant, resulting on him just deciding to fire her one fine day.

Now, here she is; working late hours to try and pay this month’s rent. Her search for any other sort of job, by the way, has not been the most fruitful one so far. That’s where Elvira comes into the picture. She called (y/n) one day saying she got her a thing at the casino of a distant friend of hers. (y/n) didn’t even question it, after all she needed the money. That same night, she came to pick her up so the two of them could go there together. All she had to do was slip into a waitress uniform and serve food and drinks all night. She got it.

Piece of cake.

Elvie is as beautiful as ever. She’s wearing a long navy-blue dress that matches her eyes, her short blonde hair slicked back. (y/n), on the other hand, wore more casual clothes, as she’d have to change into the uniform once they arrived at the club. Her hair is as usual, she’d tuck it into a cap soon anyway — at least while transiting in the kitchen. They were ready and off they went.

To say (y/n)’s surprised by the size of the place is an understatement. The building’s so large and lit up she felt like they were in Vegas or something. She enters through the back door, the one Elvie pointed out to her, as the blonde heads for the main entrance herself. (y/n) notices a fairly big movement of people, even some photographers. There must be someone really famous here for all that fuss. Chills run through her body and she takes a deep breath, trying to push the anxiety under the rug.

The uniform luckily fits and (y/n) thanks heavens, at least she won’t have to ask for a male model like all the other times. She adjusts the white dress shirt on her body and looks in the bathroom mirror, grimacing at the reflection. This definitely wasn't her best aesthetically, but she tried to focus on the fat payment for the service as motivation.

Putting her hair in the cap and leaving the restroom, she notices from afar the rush in the kitchen. Soon the muffled sound of music fills her ears and she reckons the party’s starting. A few other waiters are already in and out of the main hall, so (y/n) makes herself ready for any orders aimed at her and it doesn’t take long. They practically throw a steel tray on the poor girl’s lap and it’s full of snacks. She takes the haircap off and fixes her hair quickly. With the tray in her arms, she nods her head to no one in particular. Here goes nothing.

She opens the kitchen door, walking down the hall to the party somewhat nervous. The place is huge, full of people — mostly men in fancy suits —, gaming tables and a small stage makes room for a musical performance. There is also a dance floor above, as crowded as the gaming space she’s in. (y/n) spots Elvie from across the room and smiles at her. Her friend immediately notices and gives her a thumbs up.

She strolls around with a friendly grin to offer her tidbits, which a few here and there accept. It’s all going pretty well so far, all things considered. (y/n) approaches a table with three well-dressed men, lowering the tray as subtly and politely as she can. One of them, a unique looking one, takes the treat and smiles gratefully at her. This simple act warms her up inside because until then, no one had seemed to notice her existence.

She goes over to Elvie and the woman pretends to eat something from her tray, probably to give (y/n) some support. (y/n) only rolls her eyes amusingly. “So, how’s your night going?”

“Boring and taking too long, nothing new”, she mutters haughtily, but forces a smile. “There’s just rich old men and trophy wives in this place. I could get out of here with a sugar daddy if I wanted to.”

“Suits you well, I think”, she jokes, to which Elvira only wrinkles her nose. (y/n) scans around, exchanging another friendly look with that guy who thanked her for the snacks earlier. She quickly shifts her gaze to Elvie again. “Try to enjoy yourself, okay? It’s not every day we get to go to a place like this.”

“Fine. You too!”

And with that, her tidbits end. (y/n) goes back to the kitchen only to find what looked like the Tower of Babel waiting for her and nervousness takes over her in an instant. She’s so clumsy she’d probably have to bend over backwards not to cause an accident with the six glasses of champagne on that tray. The girl takes yet another deep breath and walks carefully down the hall, as if entering a battlefield. She bites her lower lip to concentrate better, trying not to let anxiety get the best of her. She got this.

Piece of cake.

“Excuse me”, a woman says, and (y/n) can’t help but notice her fierce figure doesn’t match the thin voice.

She approaches the lady who swiftly takes one glass of champagne from the pyramid, going back to her conversation without taking another look at (y/n). She turns around to leave afterwards, however, it seems the universe’s not on the same tune as her. A drunk guy stumbles past the girl as the tray flips in her hands and spills all the liquids on the woman’s fancy dress. She quickly grabs a napkin from the table to try and dry her clothes, but it’s useless.

The woman pushes (y/n) away and gives her a hard glare, making her face the floor immediately. “Watch where you’re going, stupid! Wasn’t there anyone better to hire in this damn place than a blind bitch?”, every word that comes out of her mouth makes (y/n) feel smaller and smaller. Thinking the lady’s done, she starts picking up the shards of glass to put them back on the tray. But oh, was she wrong. “I want you fired now! Where’s the manager? Get this stupid bitch out of here! I demand...”

“That’s enough, lady”, a male voice cuts her off, but (y/n) didn’t dare turn around to see who it belonged to. Her eyes are already filled with tears and her current condition couldn’t be more deplorable. The owner of the voice stands up and approaches the woman who’s still mumbling and calling her names. “You shut the fuck up now and go clean up. Leave her alone”, his tone sounds menacing now, and (y/n) feels a slight shiver go up her spine.

She can only hear the slender heels tapping away from her next, the noise filling her with some relief. She finishes cleaning up the mess and bolts back to the kitchen, not even thanking whoever had defended her in that very peculiar way. Nobody questioned (y/n) once she showed up with a tray full of broken pieces of glass, of course. They must have heard everything; the woman was screaming over the blaring music of the club.

She put her hands on the sink, shutting her eyes. Tears stream down her face eventually, she’s been holding them for too long now. Her sadness is more because of the money she just lost rather than the woman’s cruel words, though. She’s used to the abjection, the constant bullying. Miami’s trophy wives can be a real pain in the ass sometimes. If (y/n) weren’t used to being humiliated daily by now, how could she have survived this long? Still, it didn’t make it any easier.

Elvie suddenly emerges at her side. (y/n) has no idea if she saw what happened. Probably so, although she couldn’t have said or done anything in her friend’s favour, as it might’ve ended up only making things worse. Elvira hugs her tight, relentlessly cursing the mean woman to her fifth generation. This earns a slight laugh from (y/n), who’s briefly distracted from what happened.

She holds (y/n)’s face. “If this one doesn’t work out, it’s no problem. We’ll find something else.”

“It’s okay, Elvie. Thank you for the opportunity, anyway. Even if I didn’t make the best I could out of it.”

“Hey, stop it! It wasn’t your fault, accidents happen and if that woman had been this — she gestures a tiny amount — kind, she’d understood and wouldn’t have made such a big deal out of an ugly dress like that”, (y/n) lets out a sad chuckle. Elvie sighs and looks at her sympathetically. “And for the record, you didn’t lose the money. I was talking to that guy who defended you just now and he insisted on giving you your pay check, even if it came out of his own pocket.

She frowns, squinting her eyes suspiciously. “Why?”

“I don’t know”, Elvira shrugs. “But he’s pretty cool for doing it, unlike that fucking...”

“Elvie”, she scolds, bringing the blonde back to the subject. “I don’t even know who he is. I didn’t have the courage to say anything during all the chaos, so I couldn’t thank him.”

“He’s cute”, she states, not paying any mind to (y/n)’s protests. She gives Elvira an unimpressed look. “I don’t know what he’s doing among these rotten people though, he doesn’t seem so bad.”

She frowns again, now a little thoughtful. “Does he have a scar on his eye?”

“Yeah...”

“Oh, I think I know who it is”, she grins, happy with her own discovery. “I remember him thanking me with a smile for the treats, he was the only one who did it”, Elvie stares at her with raised eyebrows. “What?”

“Did you really remember him because of a smile, even with that whole ass scar on his face?”, (y/n) rolls her eyes at Elvira’s mischievous tone. “My friend is a soon-to-be trophy wife, I can’t believe it!”, she hums her words in a not so discreet manner.

“Shut up! Oh, my God”, (y/n) pushes her playfully, face burning with embarrassment since there are still some people in the kitchen. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t”, she smiles cheekily.

***

As opposed to her little disaster yesterday, (y/n)’s second night in the casino is proving to be thankfully calmer. Her contractor gave her payment after all, so she’s a bit less worried for the rest of the week. She’s also gotten into the swing of things by now and a relieved sigh escapes her lips. The place is not crowded as it was last night, which makes her job easier and way less stressful. Elvie couldn’t go tonight because of her own personal stuff, so (y/n)’d just have to sit there and quietly observe the random faces passing by whenever she got a few free seconds.

She watches somewhat entertained as the sweaty bodies grind against each other on the dance floor up above. The gaming tables in front of her, in contrast, seem much emptier than yesterday, with only a few men sitting around one or two. There is this one in particular where the sole player, a medium-height figure with his back turned to her, sometimes lazily takes a drag of his cigar. He’s sitting all tangled up on his chair, legs spread apart as if he couldn’t care less for etiquette.

From what little information (y/n) could gather about this obnoxious place, he must be a really wealthy man — or work for such. The atmosphere of the location can’t fool even the most innocent of brains; these people are easily the majority of Miami’s powerful class. What they do exactly, well, that’s another matter entirely. She’s seen some politicians, models and even policemen so far, still (y/n)’s not so naïve as to think they only allow legal workers and entrepreneurs there. The club’s bathroom is disgusting and doesn’t reminisce fancy or chic whatsoever, and the amount of coke splashed over the toilets leaves no room for any doubt that drug lords and criminals in general are welcome around here.

And as for the shadow figure with his back to her, he surely could fit in that last category, or take part in it someway. She doesn’t see the same tension on his shoulders among the politicians or the policemen. That right there looks like a man troubled, distressed, almost giving up, and she silently wonders what’s on his mind for him to be presenting himself in such a careless manner. Before she can daydream about it anymore, however, a voice calls for her from behind the counter.

“Hey, (y/n), take this over there”, her colleague hands her the snack tray, pointing towards the man she was just watching. “And don’t say anything, he can be a bit of an asshole sometimes. Just offer him this and, please, do not stare”, he instructs, making her furrow her brows.

She scoffs, shaking her head. “What, is he the bogeyman?”

He only shrugs. “You can’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Still amused by that weird exchange, (y/n) takes the tray in her arms and walks over to the mysterious man confidently. Sure, he can very well be a contract killer, but fuck it if she won’t give him her best service as a waitress. Hell, it’s the least he deserves considering his miserable demeanour. She represses a chuckle with these thoughts, straightening her face. Her steps are precise and once she’s next to his table, she bends over slightly.

“Excuse me, sir...”, she starts, but her mouth immediately seals shut when she recognizes the man. The shadow figure, the bogeyman is her saviour from the night before — she can’t even bring herself to remember what terrible things she was thinking of him just now. Remaining agape, she tries to form a sentence. “It’s you...”

“What?”, he sustains her gaze, but frowns instantly. “Something on my face, lady?”, he spits, taking a drag of his cigar before she can respond.

Only then she realizes she’s been staring, although not for the reason he probably thinks. “Oh, I’m so sorry, it’s just...”, she clears her throat, unsure of how to explain this. Or if she should, really. “I never had the chance to thank you for yesterday, that’s all. So, thank you.”

“Oh, yeah. That lady was a fucking pain in the ass with you and for what? It was an accident, no need to call you names like that”, he mutters, apparently remembering who she was only now, and (y/n) almost can’t understand some of his words because he’s talking with the cigar between his teeth. His thick accent tells her he’s also an immigrant. She stands up straight again, reckoning he won’t say anything more, but his hand nimbly takes one snack off the tray. He then holds it up to her face, smiling boldly. “That how you thank me, trying to get away with my fucking food?”

The heat on her cheeks is almost unbearable. “I’m sorry”, she mumbles, looking away from his still amused expression.

“You say that too much”, he points out, takes another drag, bites the snack before proceeding with his mouth full. “Fuck, you can’t be like that, you know? Especially in a place like this, with so many rich people. They think they rule the world because they got money, and maybe they do, but don’t you let them treat you like shit. You don’t deserve it”, he gives her a serious look, his dark eyes piercing through her soul. “You gotta stand up for yourself, lady”, he concludes, grinning again as if he just said something so trivial. “What’s your name, anyway?”

She’s at a loss for words, but still manages to smile gratefully. “Thank you, I really needed to hear that”, she says, genuinely touched by the things he spoke. How could this man be the asshole she’s just been warned about? And worse, she thought he was a criminal? He could never. “And it’s (y/n), by the way.”

He simply nods, giving her a charming smile with the cigar still between his teeth. “Tony Montana, at your service”, he gives her a firm handshake, before standing up while palming his suit. He takes a look around and arches his brows, seeming surprised at how empty the place is. With his mouth free now, he murmurs: “I gotta go now, thank you for this”, holding the snack at her eye level, he leaves afterwards.

“Thank you”, she reinforces, watching silently as he disappears through the door. She lets out a quiet laugh, making her way back to the counter.

Tony Montana, with the weight of the world on his shoulders...

***

The next time (y/n) sees Tony again, he is still with the typical cigar in his mouth, listening not so interested as some man talks to him. He looks at the ceiling with his mind clearly somewhere else, and even the loud music doesn’t seem to get his attention. The casino is pretty full tonight, so she’s been in and out of the kitchen with trays through the whole night, non-stop. Her legs hurt a little from the repetitive movements, but she hides it with a polite smile.

“You better work, girl”, Elvira jokingly states, poking her slightly. (y/n) went to her table to try and breathe a little, pretending to tend to her friend. Her eyes remain across the room however, watching like a hawk as Tony Montana still talks to that man about something apparently not so pleasant, judging by his sour expression. Elvira notices her staring and lets out a light chuckle, poking the girl again so she’d turn her attention back to her. “Why don’t you just ask him out already instead of drooling from afar?”

“Shut up”, she protests half-heartedly, sitting next to her. The crowd is hiding her from the manager, so he won’t be bothering them anytime soon. Staring at Tony one more time, (y/n) sighs. “He just looks troubled, I wish I could do something. Anything.”

“You should go talk to him, doesn’t he like your snacks?”, she offers, sipping her wine distractingly. “Maybe food will cheer him up”, her tone is ironic.

“Shut up”, (y/n) repeats, rolling her eyes as she gets back up. “I better go back before someone sees me here doing nothing.”

“Cheer him up!”, Elvira dramatically exclaims as she steps away, and (y/n) can almost see the stupid smirk on her face.

The rest of the night passes by in a blink, and yet again she finds Tony sitting all alone in that same spot from yesterday. His friends are long gone by now and his never-ending cigar remains inside his mouth. Elvira had to leave early because of her work and (y/n) will probably get home by foot since she got no money for transportation. She’s clearing a random table in silence when Tony calls her name, a few feet away from her.

She looks up to meet his dark eyes and he seems a little drunk, a lazy smile resting on his lips. “Come here”, he invites, tapping the seat to his side loudly. The casino is empty except for him and the kitchen staff, which makes the scene a bit more intense than it probably should be. “Come here...”, he stretches the words, leaning forward.

(y/n) sighs and walks over to him against her best judgment. What good could come from a drunk, lonely man calling out for her? “How can I help, Tony?”, she murmurs, standing up next to him at a healthy distance.

“Can I get another Martini?”, he stammers, taking a drag. She says and does nothing in response, contemplating the conflict between following a customer’s order even when he clearly doesn’t need another Martini. Then Tony scowls at her, appearing suddenly angry. His veins pop out when he shouts, slamming his empty glass on the table. “Get me my fucking Martini!”

(y/n) steps back a little, frightened by his abrupt change of mood. With a simple nod, she goes to get his drink. The girl lets out a curse under her breath when she sees the bartender is already gone. She looks at Tony over her shoulder and he’s still staring at her with an unreadable expression. Great. Without knowing what to do, she enters the kitchen in a rush. Just as she’s approaching her co-worker so maybe he can help her make a goddamn Martini, a loud noise startles them both. Then another one, and another one.

Shots.

In a split second, (y/n) and her colleague are hiding behind the chef’s table in the middle of the room, huddled together like two frightened children. The shots don’t stop and keep blasting throughout the whole casino, some even hitting the glass on the door. At one point people start relentlessly shouting, even louder than the shots, and only then does (y/n) recognize one of the voices as being Tony’s.

God, was he hurt? But if he was, she couldn’t help him anyway, not even if she tried. Her whole body shakes in fear and her eyes are watery, her co-worker in a similar state. The chances of them dying in this position are just too great. If the assaulters were trying to rob the casino, they wouldn’t exactly care about killing two waiters in the process to leave no witnesses.

She’s trying to calm down her thoughts when suddenly there’s a deafening silence. The kitchen door opens with a thud and they both freeze in their spot. (y/n) is startled by the noise, her eyes so filled with tears it’s difficult to make out anything in her vision. She exchanges a look with her colleague and he nods, as if communicating something to her by that simple gesture. That’s when she realizes he has a knife in his hand.

She panics, pulling him by the arm in a desperate effort. “No, don’t go!”, her voice is an equally desperate whisper.

It’s too late, however, as he breaks free from her grip and bolts toward the door in a blink, knife in hand pointing forward. (y/n) lets out a scream as another shot is fired, reverberating through the white walls. The boy’s body falls to the ground instantly and she turns her head not to see him, gripping her knees tightly. Silence takes over the room yet again, and all she can do now is accept her fate. She closes her eyes and quietly sobs. There’s nothing left to do, this is the end.

Or so she thought.

“Help”, a weak whisper comes from the door.

Something heavy falls to the ground. (y/n) dares to slowly look to the side and notices the revolver surrounded by a pool of blood, while its owner slides with his back against the wall until he too falls to the floor, unconscious. She rushes over to Tony, unable to process that he has probably just killed a person in front of her. His suit is completely soaked in blood, especially where his arm was hit.

She considers what to do; the shooters must be either dead or on the run by now, as Tony was able to fend off them. They might not be in danger anymore, so her anxiety gradually gets under control. (y/n) takes a look at the wall on her left and crawls across the floor to the kitchen’s phone. A hand grabs her ankle tightly before she can reach it and she turns her head back in confusion.

“What...”

“No police, no hospitals”, Tony punctuates through a raspy cough, visibly struggling to make sense in his almost unconscious state.

(y/n) doesn’t say anything in response, only going back to his side with a concerned expression. She takes a look at his wound and notices it is still bleeding profusely, like the source of a small river. With a sudden sense of survival, she rips one of the sleeves of his suit and ties it around his arm in a strong knot, stopping the bleeding. Tony kicks a little from the pain and swears, his big brown eyes no longer managing to stay open.

“Okay, Tony. It’s fine, no police, no hospitals. I’ll take you to my place, I have a first aid kit there. It’ll be okay”, (y/n)’s voice is a tearful murmur that only she can hear, as Tony seems to really have passed out.

She looks around and analyses the mess surrounding them, feeling her chest burn due to her coworker’s corpse still standing there. For once in her life (y/n) had to be courageous to try and save someone’s life, when she couldn’t save her colleague’s. Taking a deep breath, she wipes off her insistent tears. She had to find a way to get them out of there before the police arrived. She alone, carrying a grown man who’s probably twice her weight, without any known means of transportation in the middle of the night.

Piece of cake.

(y/n) carefully stuffs her hands into Tony’s pockets, in an ultimate hope of maybe driving them off in his car. When she gets a key, a sigh of relief escapes her lips. She takes another decisive deep breath and counts to three before putting Tony’s arm around her shoulders at once. Grabbing his waist tightly, (y/n) lifts the man to stand beside her, leaning his body into hers. There’s no time for any more crying or wailing. He needed her help and she would do what she could to help him. End of story.

With some difficulty, she kicks the kitchen door open and quickly looks away when she finds more dead bodies on the floor of the main hall. It’s two men with machine guns still strapped to them, their faces disfigured and pools of blood around their heads. She closes her eyes for a moment, trying to focus on the fact that Tony is still alive after all. She had no idea as to why they were attacking him, but she was sure he didn’t deserve to be in those guys’ position. No matter what heavy stuff he is involved in.

(y/n) arranges Tony’s body against hers, finally managing to reach the door to the parking lot. She stops for a second in front of the three cars, considering her options. Tony appeared to be an extravagant man from the way he dressed, so that he had a car with seats covered in animal print wouldn’t be an exaggeration.

She opens the passenger door and wipes a bead of sweat from her forehead, setting Tony down carefully. He’s still asleep, but at least his injury is under control now. (y/n) goes around the vehicle and gets in the driver’s side, turning on the ignition and hitting the gas without a second thought. The sound of screeching tires is loud enough to bring Tony back to consciousness, his brown orbs as dazed as they are confused when he realizes where he is.

“Where...”

“Hang on, Tony, I don’t live that far”, she reassures, her voice raised so he can hear her over the traffic noise.

He blinks once, still looking at her puzzled. (y/n)’s eyes linger on his bloody figure and he shakes his head, his expression now turning sour. “That fucking Frank, I’m gonna put a fucking bullet in that motherfucker”, he growls, huffing like an animal.

Turning a corner, she points at his injured arm, not looking at him directly. “He did this to you, huh?”

Tony doesn’t respond, the anger in his eyes still very evident as he stares ahead. She decides not to insist on the matter and the rest of the way goes in silence. Every now and then she checks on him to see if he’s still awake, and though his angry face softens after a while, (y/n) notices that same tension on his shoulders from the other night. It’s as if he was just fine for milliseconds, then returned to his natural state of troubledness. Repressing a deep sigh, she tries not to think about it too much. It’s none of her business, anyway.

She stops in front of her building and helps him out of the car. They go up the stairs slowly and the discomfort is visible on Tony’s features. The “humiliating” position of needing help seems to be much worse for him than the shot he just took in the arm. Angry, troubled men are like that, (y/n) supposes, as she sits him on her couch.

“I’ll get the kit”, she mutters, knowing too well he hasn’t paid attention to her words as he looks around every corner of her apartment, like a child entering a new place. (y/n) comes back from the bathroom with the items and undoes the knot on his arm as gently as she can, attentive to any negative reactions from him. “Excuse me”, she coos, brushing the cotton against the spot where the bullet pierced his skin. She pauses for a second when Tony flinches once, his face contorted into a grimace that would be comical otherwise.

“Keep going”, he demands hoarsely, as if it’s strange for him to ask for anything.

(y/n) continues her work nonetheless, clearing her throat. “And I didn’t even get your Martini”, she gives him a half smile.

Tony makes a noise similar to a laugh, but his eyes are fixed on the wall in front of him. “So you got a sense of humour, huh?”, he’s amused, yet his expression is still awfully distant. “Good for you, chica.”

“I do have a sense of humour, I’m just shy”, she confesses, and a crease in her brows follows after when Tony’s demeanour remains unchanged. “Tony... I don’t wanna sound noisy, but you were in a gun fight just now and refused to call the police.”

Tony’s gaze is still on the wall. “It’s better for you if you don’t know, baby, trust me.”

“Alright, I won’t insist”, she wraps the gauze around his arm at last. “You got real lucky the bullet went through, the most you’re gonna need is an arm sling and some painkillers”, he simply nods to her change of subject, following her mindful movements on his bruise. She finishes off the bandage and sighs, satisfied with her own first aid skills. “Now you just need to take it easy and not move your arm too harshly. It’ll heal faster that...”

“I can’t fucking take it easy, I need to do something first”, Tony suddenly states, pulling his arm back to himself in one quick motion. He seems to regret this, however, letting out a scream of frustration and pain as the bleeding starts again. “Shit, fuck!”

(y/n) can’t help but roll her eyes. Men. “If you weren’t such a fucking asshole, this wouldn’t happen!”, she snarls, walking away from him in furious steps. She tossed the first-aid kit clumsily onto the coffee table, giving him a stern look. “You can spend the night here if you want, but that’s it! I’m done, I won’t be barking up the wrong tree forever.”

Tony’s eyes still don’t meet hers, but (y/n) can see they are full of an animosity that makes her unintentionally take a step back. “You don’t speak to me like that, you bitch!”, he yells in response, getting up from the couch to go where she is standing.

(y/n) looks at him in disbelief, letting out a humourless laugh even though she’s slightly frightened by his violent attitude. So this was the bogeyman, she reckoned. “You ungrateful son of a bitch!”, she impulsively pushes him hard. Tony grabs her arms in a strong grip and holds her in place. “Get off me!”

“Shut the fuck up!”, he shouts with wide eyes, causing her to flinch in fear.

When (y/n) doesn’t say anything in response, he seems to come back to reality. Tony lets go of the girl quietly and sits back on the sofa, careful not to hurt his arm again. The bleeding seems to thankfully have stopped again, at least.

She watches his movements with a frown, unable to ignore the feeling of impotence that fills her entire self. That man was clearly tired, tired of everything and everyone. And regardless of what life choices might’ve led him to that state, (y/n) just couldn’t find it in her to judge him in anyway; not in this position. His shoulders are as tense as ever, his eyes are darker than their natural brown tones. What heavy sorrows could’ve turned this man into an almost empty shell, she wonders, as her chest pathetically stings for a stranger.

She sits next to him again, hugging her own body. “I wish I could help you”, she considers aloud, referring to more than just his physical wounds.

“You done enough.”

“But I didn’t, not really”, there’s pure emotion in her words, and it’s enough to make him look her in the eye for the first time since they got out of that car.

Tony’s hardened expression slowly fades away, leaving room to that same complexity in his gaze watching her from afar as she went to get his stupid Martini. Out of nowhere, for no apparent reason, that clumsy girl he defended one night surprised him yet again, posing as some kind of a saint ready to answer his every prayer. No one in their right mind would have dragged his bloody and shot ass out of that casino, knowing his reputation or not, but (y/n) did. And he just couldn’t understand why.

“Thank you”, it’s all he says, all he can think to say to this strange, sweet girl.

She gives him a small smile, gently placing her hand over his. “No, Tony. Thank you.”

And then he flies over to her lips, not caring that he’s made another sudden movement. (y/n) is taken by surprise, but as if it’s something that she deep down wanted from the start, she lets herself be taken over by Tony’s overwhelming caresses. Her palms are sweating and her heart is pounding in her chest, her shaky legs being held by him as he pulls her onto his lap.

It’s not a pleasant feeling, to be rubbing against bloody clothes, but his angry lips won’t let her think of anything else. He seems to be as filled with fury as he is with lust, groping every inch of (y/n)’s body as their mouths remain glued together. He growls between her kisses when physical touch alone isn’t enough to express all his desire, moving his hips under hers like a dog in heat. He’s harsh, forceful, full of wrath.

And she can’t get enough of it.

Tony squeezes her thighs tightly and murmurs in her ear, biting on her skin while blurting out hurried words: “I wanna fuck you. I wanna fuck you so bad, fuck, chica...”

“Tony”, (y/n) breathes, holding him by the neck as she searches for his eyes. He flashes a toothy smile, seeming to enjoy the stunning effect he has on her. “You’re hurt, we better...”

“I don’t mind, I can do it”, he confidently assures, squeezing her ass as hard as he can to prove his point.

(y/n) lets him guide her with needy hands and his callused, cold fingers roam her whole body with insatiable hunger. She smiles between their kisses, her warm lips juxtaposing his icy ones. God, how she needs Tony. She wants to have him inside her so bad, massaging her sweet spot with all the necessity and desire she knew filled his every bone.

“Let’s go to my room...”, she stammers in a quick moment of lucidity, breathing heavily in his ear. His tongue’s still nuzzling her neck and she makes an unexpectedly erotic sound. The things that man made her feel.

Tony lets out a husky laugh. “You sure you getting there without coming, baby?”, and he sucks on her sensitive skin more brutally, making (y/n) reflexively arch her back. Satisfied with this reaction, his good hand squeezes her thigh in an almost reassuring gesture. “C’mon”, he coos.

They get up from the couch and walk over to her bedroom in a rush. (y/n) doesn’t mind turning on the light when they lay on her bed, mouths pressed together still. She unceremoniously undresses from her uniform and helps Tony remove his own clothes, carefully reaching for his shot arm. He watched her silently as she did so, chest rising and falling rapidly even though they were in a fairly more relaxed mood now. Perhaps it was a reflection of his own personality; even in the lull, his intense nature tended to contrast with his surroundings.

Tony leans against the headboard and pulls her to his hips again, cupping her breasts. A shiver runs up her spine as he pays attention to her nipples, squeezing them with his fingertips. She moves her body forward in a slow dance and the pressure of his bulge against her pussy is like drinking water after a long day in the sun. She’s wet. God, how she’s wet for him.

(y/n) runs her hands down his chest, cracking a soft smile when she notices Tony’s unblinking eyes following her movements. His irises are piercing even in the gloom that surrounds them, as if studying his prey. She lets her fingers find his waistband, unbuckling his belt slowly. There’s no rush for her, ironically, while he seems to be holding himself back from combusting under her hot touch.

“No teasing”, he mutters, deep voice reverberating through the darkened room.

(y/n) doesn’t respond, simply tucking her hand inside his pants without further ado. Tony is stiff, throbbing like a headache. He’s hot and beefy, and although her cheeks burn with these thoughts, her arousal only increases. She can feel his cock pulsing in her palm and as she lazily begins masturbating him, a curse in Spanish jumps his lips. She had absolutely no idea how they got there, but they would stop at nothing now.

“You like that?”, she presses her thumb to the tip of his cock, getting slightly startled by Tony reflexively squeezing her arm a little too tightly. “Shh, I got you”, her voice is warm as she puts her mouth on his chin in a velvety caress.

Tony’s precum trickles down her soft fingers, soaking his underwear amid the pumps. He lets out a low, barely audible moan once more, and the way his face is contorted in relish and anticipation has the girl thrusting her hips against his instinctively. They’re both wet with pleasure, rubbing under damp clothes, and Tony seems to have had enough of this when he quickly unzips her pants, sliding them down her legs along with her underwear.

She’s taken by surprise once more and stops jerking him off for a second, only to pick up the pace as her bare pussy brushes against his crotch. Tony flexes his knees with the excruciating sensation of pleasure, muttering another stream of curses in his native language. He then suddenly makes her movements come to a halt on his cock, causing her to look into his eyes a bit lost.

“I wanna come inside you, baby”, it’s all he says before sticking two fingers into her entrance, curling them in search of her spot.

Her own surprise can’t contain the immense wave of delight rushing through her body now and (y/n) rides his digits shamelessly, mind too blurry to care for any shyness at this point. Tony is groaning with her as his thumb massages her clit, faces pressed together perhaps in an attempt of anchoring themselves. His mouth devours hers in a vulgar kiss, teeth and tongue sometimes missing their way in the process.

She grabs him by the shoulders and hugs his neck, ruffling his hair with her fingertips. (y/n) tugs at his strands and Tony seems to approve of the gesture, grinning between the kiss. He starts fingering her faster and it’s like fire in her walls; it burns, it hurts deliciously. His rough fingers violate her without any delicacy and his animal growls cause her insides to tingle.

“Harder, Tony, ah”, she throws her head back.

Tony continues to fuck her hard, the sweat on his forehead mixing with hers as he adds another digit. He stands straight to penetrate her better, going in as deep as he can. His arm is aching from the exertion, yet it’s the least of his worries while this woman is coming undone at his fingertips. Her entrance resembles a puddle and he wants to bathe in it.

“You’re so hot, chica”, he snarls, subtly annoyed that he’s so horny for her. Hot and bothered, indeed. (y/n) responds only with a moan, wiggling on his fingers like there’s no tomorrow. She’s glistening with sweat, damp hair plastered to her face, and Tony thinks it must be the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. She leans her hands on the mattress, arching her back gently. “Fuck”, he growls again, feeling his cock give an impatient tug at the sight of her.

Her breasts are sickeningly exposed in this position and Tony can’t help himself, attacking them with his lips. She opens her mouth deliberately, taking in all the air she can. Her tits bounce because of her tireless and frenetic movements still on his fingers and Tony thinks he will come just by looking at her like this.

She contorts her spine even more as Tony’s swift tongue swipes across her chest. He kisses her left breast lovingly, sucking it hard to the point of leaving red marks around her nipple. His irregular breath is burning her skin as she tries to sink her palms into the mattress for some support. Tony’s fingers continue to caress her pussy and he moves his lips back to her mouth, panting against (y/n) while the girl’s body shudders over his.

She comes on his hand with a groan ripping from her throat, burying her face in his neck. Tony’s arms are holding her tightly, despite his wound still throbbing a bit. She takes off his pants finally, throwing them on the floor carelessly along with his underwear. (y/n) sits on his cock without warning and starts moving, hands on his shoulders to steady her pace. The throaty noise he produces as she rides him makes her laugh a little; he is so manly and yet so needy.

Tony notices her amusement and raises his eyebrows slightly, smacking her ass hard. She lets out a surprised moan and proceeds to move faster, the wet, desperate sound now filling the entire room. He squeezes her breasts again, grunting when she squirms in his lap every now and then. His lips touch every spot on her bust, leaving kisses and small hickeys all over it.

They go fast, fast, fucking away any worries and doubts from minutes ago. The headboard slams against the wall and Tony’s back slams into the headboard with brutal force, which only seems to fuel his lust. He clutches (y/n)’s waist one last time before the last thrust, melting inside her with a groan that sounds more like a cry of relief. She follows right behind him, her pussy all painted white as she leaves his lap.

There is a long silence before she gets out of bed and goes to the bathroom without looking back, slowly coming back to reality. She meets her reflection in the mirror with a spent look, messy hair and torso completely ruined by Tony’s aggressive mouth.

So two months without sex were enough to make her fuck a criminal, huh? That was an interesting self-discovery. (y/n) sighs and washes her face quickly, somehow trying to cleanse Tony’s scent off her. Everything she did so far was probably wrong in so many ways, but oh, how good it felt to be loved by Tony Montana. It might’ve been just a one-night stand, still it was probably the best thing she felt in years.

Three confident knocks on the door bring her out of her daydreams. She swallows hard and swiftly puts on the robe hanging on the bathroom wall, glancing at her reflection one last time. Tony slams on the door again, this time clearly annoyed, and she rolls her eyes. Patience was definitely not his strong suit.

“Yes?”, she asks, opening the door before he can knock again.

Tony drops his fist to his side and (y/n) follows the movement with her eyes, feeling her cheeks heat up as she realizes he’s still butt naked. Her gaze quickly returns to his face and there is a certain uneasiness on his features, although he tries to hide it on his tone when he says: “you left me all alone, baby”, he flashes her a sly smile.

“I didn’t take you for the clingy type, Tony”, she replies equally amused, stepping forward as she closes the bathroom door. Tony grabs her around the waist and pulls her close, arching an eyebrow. “What, did I offend your honour?”

“Not really, but I’d let you offend me any day, cariño”, he cheekily states and (y/n) only laughs at his flirty behaviour, bringing her hands up to his face. Her thumbs trail his cheeks, stopping over his scar. His smile fades a little and his brown eyes look darken, yet no words leave his mouth. “What you thinking?”, he casually asks, rather than causing an unnecessary argument by being rough. There is no reason; not here, under (y/n)’s touch. It’s foolish to protest against palms so soft on his skin, feeling like a summer day’s breeze.

“You’re amazing, Tony. And I’m really glad I met you, for what is worth”, she blurts out, taking him and herself by surprise at the honesty of her words.

And it’s true, however foolish it may seem to be so enchanted by a complex person such as Tony in so little time. He defended her without even knowing who she was, and she helped him without a second thought in the most unexpected situation, for reasons unknown to the both of them. It is as compound as it is curious, that these two people felt instantly connected when brought together by chance.

So although it may seem foolish, (y/n) knows in her heart meeting Tony shifted her life forever. She can already feel it whenever he gives her a cocky smirk, like he’s doing right now. She makes a note to herself to stop inflating his gigantic ego, by the way.

“My dick’s that good, huh?”, he teases, kissing her neck.

“Shut up!”, she playfully pushes him, mindful of his injured arm. He gives her a peck on the lips and she smiles fondly, shaking her head. “You know, I’m probably out of a job now, besides going to jail for acting as your accessory or something”, her tone is thoughtful, while her fingers still caress his scar smoothly.

(y/n) feels wobbly in her legs at his mischievous gaze, heart beating faster than she’d ever admit out loud. Tony then flashes another grin in her direction, brown eyes piercing through her skin. “You do make a pretty fucking accessory, chica.”

Perhaps her search for a job is finally over, now.

#scarface x reader #tony montana x reader #al pacino x reader #scarface #al pacino #tony montana #tony montana imagine #scarface imagine #al pacino imagine

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navstuffs · 3 years ago

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beach date headcanons

Pairing: Adrian Chase x gn!reader

Warnings: mention of smut

Author's note: Based on this fanfic of mine. You dont have to read one to understand the other or vice-versa.

Adrian probably cried a bit when he saw the ocean, not cause of the ocean but because you went the extra length and no one ever did that for him before

He was very grateful for your gesture and kept kissing your face when you parked the car

You decided to change on the car. Adrian kept an eye out for perverts but the beach was still very empty since it was early in the morning

Passing sun blocker CAUSE MY BOI IS PALE and skin cancer is no joke

You and Adrian went directly towards the ocean, getting hit by cold water. Adrian kept pointing his nipples were getting hard

Just standing there on the empty beach, listening to the waves and enjoying's each other company

He stared at your body intensely while you two walked on the beach since it was the first time he saw you in a bathing suit. You felt his eyes on your ass when you would walk ahead for any reason (mostly, to tease him)

You have seen his body countless times (even naked) but always amazed that he had such a sexy body. Your man even had ABS that he hid on his casual clothes. He did not realize but your eyes kept wandering his body as well.

Feeling remorse for not bringing any baseball cap or sunglasses and hiding under some tree's shades when it started to get warmer

Your back against Adrian's chest while his hard-on press against your butt. You move a bit and hear a weak groan coming from him but he grabs your hips. You don't know if because he doesn't want to break the law or if he wants to continue

"Should I keep going?"

He doesn't answer, grabbing your hips harder as your hips continue to move and up. You hear his moaning get a little louder and he stops your hips

"I wou-would love to. But you know I can't. I can't break the law"

Still, you make out and tease him, rubbing his dick over his swimsuit with your hands, watching him debate if he shouldn't break the rule, just for today

At lunchtime, you guys walked back because he was all embarrassed you almost got caught and he had a reputation to uphold being Vigilante

"No one knows who we are here, dear"

Your restaurant waitress offers a really good fish and he lays his head on your lap after lunch, watching the sun high and the beach getting more full

By afternoon, you two decided to buy ice cream and sit while holding hands. Adrian was very interested in your techniques of how to lick a popsicle.

Deciding to swim in the ocean with Adrian and he was an incredibly good swimmer. He explained his mom took him to swimming lessons but he trained himself better just in case any criminal decided to swim during an escape

You two watch the sunset, you on his arms and he brushing your hair.

At the end of the day, you thought Adrian was going to be sad for leaving but he seems incredibly happy. He is happy he could enjoy an entire day with you, no danger, no problems, no fighting. Just a peaceful day with you.

He wishes you two have more of these and promises he will try escaping more with you.

You kiss his forehead and hug him tight.

"Come on Vigilante, we still need to find a souvenir for everyone."

#adrian chase x reader #adrian chase #adrian chase x you #vigilante x reader #vigilante x you #peacemaker #vigilante #peacemaker fanfics #i would die for a cute date with vigilante #imagine all the cute things

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gojology · 4 years ago

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Jealousy. (1/3)

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆 | im a sucker for jealous teenage gojo and thats all u have to know

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 | Teen! Gojo Satoru x Gender Neutral Reader

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 | 1236

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 | Light Cursing. ALL CHARACTERS HERE ARE AGED DOWN FROM PRESENT ANIME/MANGA INTO WHEN THEY WERE TEENAGERS.

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 | Gojo hates whenever you spend time with Geto. Unfortunately, you do that more than half the time. He can’t put a finger on it, but he has a feeling of dread whenever he sees Geto with you, and silently wishes it’s him. Shoko tries helping. Gojo’s eyes glared at you and Geto, he was grateful his eyes were concealed behind his dark shades. A beautiful warm orangey-yellow coated you two both, Gojo noted how golden hour suited you so well, but for once paid no mind to Geto. Both of you were sweating incredibly hard, but didn’t seem to mind the sticky skin and the clothing.

You were profusely giggling, and every time you caught your breath, Geto would tickle you again and you’d burst into a fit of giggles, and the cycle would repeat.

Your cans of Pepsi sat untouched, not even the caps were opened. Grumbling, Gojo took another swig out of his second energy drink. Still looking at the both of you through his glasses. He sat down on a bench, hunched over. Even though he hated the very sight of you hanging out and being so friendly with each other, he didn’t want to leave.

Was it fear of Geto kissing you without Gojo’s vision cast upon you two?

“Stalking (Y/N) and Geto again?” a familiar serious voice grumbled, Gojo’s head swung around before he realized Shoko was sitting down on the bench next to him. She crossed her leg, Shoko’s shoulder length hair ruffled a bit in the weak breeze as she shifted her gaze towards him.

Gojo blinked, cursing himself for being so obvious in his stalking endeavors. It would be too useless to even argue, trying to tell Shoko that he wasn’t even looking at them, and rather very interested at a random bench that just so happened to be next to the pair was comparable to just straight up admitting that you had a crush on (Y/N).

“This is my first time even lookin at the two, fuck are you talking about, saying again?” Gojo placed a hand on his chest, leaning backwards a little. Grinning a little while taking another generous swig of his energy drink. “Free entertainment, I’d rather look at them then some fucking birds flying by.”

“Mmm. Yeah okay.” Shoko nodded sarcastically, and then burst into a fit of giggles.

“What?”

“Holy shit, Satoru.” Shoko was now holding her stomach. Wiping the corners of her eyes. It had been a while since he had seen Shoko laugh like that, she was always doom and gloom all the time. Gojo couldn’t quite put a finger on why she was laughing, though.

“I’m not that stupid, Satoru.” laughing again, opening her drink loudly, then taking a short sip of her canned coffee. I’m pretty sure I see you looking at (Y/N) more then I see you gloating to some dumb schoolgirls in public.”

“I have no fucking idea what you’re talking about.”

“You get defensive when you’re lying.” Shoko stuck her pinky out, her eyes bore into his. Gulping down the rest of her drink. She crushed it with a singular hand, examining the wrinkles and folds in the now compressed and beyond repair tin.

“I do not! You’re accusing me of some weird ass shit, you know.” Gojo spat out, an unfamiliar feeling bubbling inside of him. He had never felt this before. Playing with the hem of his pocket a little, he reached for his emergency candy that he always had in his back pocket, he hated awkward situations like this. He stared down at Shoko, heart beating quickly for some unbeknownst reason.

He played a little with the wrapper in his pocket, while Shoko leaned her back on the bench, looking at the sky. She crossed her arms, setting the crushed can on the splintered wood bench, blowing on a stray hair on her face. “Whatever, Satoru.” she grinned, replying a little later. She stood up, casually throwing the can into the nearby trashcan. She shoved her hands into her pockets, walking down the gravel path.

As her figure grew farther and farther into the distance, Gojo sighed, realizing that he had completely forgotten about you and Geto.

He turned his head over his shoulder, this time not as obviously. You and Geto were still giggling with each other, like a stupid couple. Your Pepsi cans still sat untouched, water dripping down the both of them. It was like the two of you forgot Gojo or Shoko were ever there.

He spat at the ground, guzzling down the remaining energy drink. Crushing the can, just like Shoko had done but with way more aggression, Gojo angrily threw it into the trashcan, grinding his teeth. ‧₊˚✩彡. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” You screamed, arms up in the air, hair blowing in the wind. Geto was chasing after you around the grass field, Gojo’s legs splayed out, entranced by the two of you running around in circles. “I’M GONNA FUCKING GET YOU, (Y/N)!” Geto grabbed at the air, running at you. You squealed loudly, running even faster. Gojo mindlessly took a bite out of a sandwich, spitting out a tomato. He was sitting on a picnic blanket under the shade of an incredibly large tree, enjoying the cool against his sweaty, hot skin. Yet, not once considering taking his glasses off even though the sun wasn’t even in his way. He was wearing a more casual t-shirt and a pair of shorts, compared to his usual Jujutsu Tech uniform. He enjoyed the casual wear, and felt like a normal teen for once, doing normal teen things. “Gross.” Shoko tilted her head, her legs also splayed out. She was also looking at you and Geto running around, yelping turned into giggling as Geto finally tagged you. “The tomato or the lovebirds?” “Both.” Gojo snickered, looking down. The familiar, negative feeling expanded inside of him again. It always occurred when he saw you and Geto having fun. “Mmmm.” Shoko looked down on the picnic blanket, it had been custom decorated by the group. It was a group celebration after the crew had defeated all of the curses in a certain small village. Gojo had drawn an incredibly large stick figure, with his iconic pair of black circular sunglasses and his hair. A tiny person stood next to him, with a smiley face. A heart between the two. He had also drawn multiple penises, and a pair of incredibly circular breasts, but that was besides the point. Shoko speculated that Gojo probably had a crush on (Y/N). If he didn’t, Shoko figured he just wanted (Y/N) in his bed, one or another. It didn’t take a lot to figure Gojo out. Shoko wondered how stupid (Y/N) could be, not noticing Gojo’s crush when he obliviously stared at them like an absolute buffoon. On the other side, Geto and (Y/N) decided to collaborate together, Geto had drawn (Y/N), and (Y/N) had drawn Geto. Both of them were hideous. “Ugly, right?” Gojo scoffed, looking down at the drawings. Silently wishing that he was in Geto’s place. “How’d you know I was staring at the drawings?” Shoko shot back, a triumphant, cocky smirk on her face. Gojo whistled, leaning on the tree trunk. His head resting on his hands, which he had propped up to rest his head against. “Strong people just know these things.” Gojo furiously dug into the ice box, yanking out a chilled, sugary pink lemonade. He held it to his forehead and sighed in relief. Shoko turned over, now looking at Gojo’s ear. She narrowed her eyes. “Satoru, have you ever considered that you have a crush on (Y/N)?”

#teenage gojo satoru #gojo satoru #jjk gojo satoru #jjk fanfic #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru x reader #gojo #gojou #jujutsu kaisen #jjk gojo #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk geto suguru #geto suguru #jjk shoko ieiri #shoko ieiri #ALL CHARACTERS ARE TEENAGERS IN SECOND YEAR

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mxbeezkneez · 4 years ago

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Graveyard Companions

Chapter 2: i'm coming back from the dead, and i'll take you home with me

Link to ao3: x

Warnings: Blood, Minor Injury, Cursing

Fandoms: The Addams Family

Relationships: Gomez Addams/Morticia Addams, Gomez Addams/Morticia Addams/Reader, Gomez Addams/Reader, Morticia Addams/Reader

Tags: Vampire, Vampire Turning, Human/Vampire Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Married Couple, Blood, Polyamory, Eventual Romance, Eventual Relationship, Pre Relationship, Cursing

Summery: “I’m a vampire… a goddamn vampire,” you whisper.You wake up in the living room of a gothic house, and are told you were found unconscious in a graveyard. They claim you are a vampire. As crazy as it is, you can't help but start to trust the couple who found you.

Chapter notes: hi i'm back! i started thinking about the addams family, and well my interest in vampires didn't rlly diminish much... this chapter's pretty long, so i hope you enjoy! i apologize if my french or spanish is bad, i don't speak french, and i only speak a bit of spanish! i actually have like a whole plot n stuff planned, so i'm pretty hyped for this fic! hope u like it! :) (the title is from it's not a fashion statement, it's a fucking death wish by my chemical romance)

You wake up to a loud bang, bolting straight up out of bed. “What the hell?”

You rub your eyes before slipping out of bed. The night before feels very far away, almost unreal, but being in this room confirms your memories. You’re staying in the Addams’ house and are… a vampire. You take a slow breath before grabbing new clothing. You find a pair of black pants to match a dark sweater. While near the dresser, you look out of the room’s window. It’s dark outside, the sky a navy blue sprinkled with stars. The graveyard behind the house is illuminated by the moon shining over it.

You leave your room, deciding to try and find the living room once again. You wander through the halls before finding it. Inside you find Wednesday, the small girl, playing with a younger blond boy. She’s talking to him while holding a headless doll in her arms. You walk farther into the room, stepping on a squeaky board, alerting the children of your presence.

They both turn their heads to stare at you. You nervously chuckle.

Wednesday points at you, “That’s (y/n),” she tells the boy, “I heard father say they’re a vampire.”

“Wow really?” the boy exclaims, “Is it true? Do you drink blood?”

“Um,” you stammer, “Well, I am a vampire, but I haven’t been one very long so- no I haven’t drank any blood. Uh… what’s your name again?”

“I’m Pugsley,” he reaches over and offers his hand.

You shake it, “Well, nice to meet you Pugsley. What are you guys up to?”

“We’re playing the French Revolution,” Wednesday answers flatly.

You chuckle, “Huh. I mean I guess it was an exciting time. Who’s your doll there?” you point to the headless doll in her hands. To be honest, the beheaded doll was very unnerving, but the children themselves seemed nice enough, so you push your nerves to the side.

“Marie Antoinette” she says matter of factly.

“Oh,” you pause, “Explains the lack of head I guess.”

You stand there awkwardly for a moment, unsure of how to exit the conversation. “Do either of you know where your parents are?” you ask.

“I saw them in the dining room earlier. Uncle Fester was there, but I think he went upstairs to play with his dynomite caps,” Pugsley replies. Uncle Fester? Dynomite caps? There’s too much to unpack there, so instead you decide to find Gomez and Morticia.

“Okay, thanks.”

You head out the door, realizing you have no idea where the dining room is. You go to turn back, but the children are playing animatedly and you don’t want to interrupt, so instead you look for it yourself.

You find the dining room, and sure enough, Gomez and Mortica are seated next to each other at a long table. You walk over and take a seat near them.

“(Y/n)! How’d you sleep?” Gomez greets you.

“Like the dead,” you say flatly. A second later what you’ve said hits you and you blink slowly, “I mean, I slept well, thanks.”

“You did seem rather tired last night,” Morticia remarks, “I’m glad you got some rest.”

“Wait, did I sleep through an entire day?” you ask.

“Yes, though we did tell Lurch not to disturb you,” she answers, “We thought you needed the sleep. How are you feeling?”

“I feel…” you take a moment to survey yourself, “I feel okay. I think if anything I feel a little hungry.”

“We can get that squared away! Mama makes the best yak stew.” Gomez springs from his chair and over to a rope hanging from the ceiling. Remembering last night, you brace for a loud noise. Sure enough, once he pulls it, the house shakes as the ringing travels through the house.

“You rang,” Lurch grumbles.

“Yes Lurch, a bowl of yak stew for our guest!” Lurch groans and exits.

“Thank you,” you tell them, “You’ve both been very hospitable, I’m thankful you were the ones that found me.” You feel sincerity in that statement, you were not only grateful for their help, but another part of you has some feeling when you’re near them. You’re not sure what the feeling is, though you can confidently say you didn’t mind the couple, or hell, the weird household in general. Even if it is kooky, you can’t say you’re not charmed by their life.

Lurch comes back with a silver platter that he sets on the table. On it is a bowl of stew that he places in front of you.

“Thanks,” you say, before grabbing the spoon and looking back at the meal. Lurch takes his leave. You’re unsure about eating yak, but you are also hungry and the stew looks fairly appetizing. You take a scoop and put it in your mouth, surprised not only by the flavor of the soup, but also the feeling of chewing. It’s like you can feel your canines rip through the meat faster than before. In the time where you’ve been thinking, it’s completely slipped your mind that you probably have fangs now. That you’ve changed.

“This is- this is actually really good,” you remark.

“I told you, Mama is a culinary genius! Nothing beats her yak stew!” Gomez gleams.

You smile at Gomez. Something about him just makes you want to smile in a soft admission of admiration.

You turn your attention back to the stew, eating it quickly until there is nothing left.

“I’m glad you enjoyed Mama’s cooking,” Morticia smiles, “I’ll have to tell her you enjoyed it. It’s not very often she gets to feed guests.”

“It is very odd, usually most people never come back after eating her food… I can’t imagine why…” Gomez says with a puzzled expression on his face. You chuckle. You notice that you find yourself enjoying the Addams’ company immensely. A part of you feels sad that you will eventually have to leave.

“Ah, c'est la vie (that’s life) ,” Morticia remarks.

“Tish!” Gomez’s head swivels quickly to face her, “That’s French!” he exclaims, grabbing her arm. He begins to kiss it, from her hand to her shoulder, though is interrupted by Morticia, “Darling. We have company. Later,” she says with a sly grin. Gomez raises his head to meet her eyes, a dazed look on his face. “Later.” he remarks, before finding himself back in his seat, “So, Hester, any plans for the night?” he asks casually.

“Um…” you stutter, flustered by the show of passion from the man sitting across from you, “I- I don’t really know… I mean, I’m a vampire now so- does that mean I have to act like one too? I’ve never been in a situation like this, I don’t really know what to do,” you admit, staring at your hands. You look up towards Morticia, “Didn’t you mention you’ve known vampires before? Could you maybe help me?”

“Of course, darling.” Morticia says, “Why don’t we talk in the living room? If you’re alright with it, the children would enjoy listening, they are curious creatures.”

“Yeah, that’s alright. They asked me a question or two when I ran into them earlier. I don’t blame them for being curious,”

“Pugsley’s been very interested in nonhuman creatures lately, ever since that run in with that werewolf he’s been wanting to know more. Wednesday’s been teaching him some things, she’s always had a firm grasp on certain folklore!” Gomez said proudly.

The three of you walked to the living room and sat down, them on the couch, and you in a chair facing them. The children were still in the room, sitting on the floor. You fidget with your hands nervously. “So, do I have superpowers or anything now?” you half-heartedly joke.

“Vampires have very fast healing capabilities,” Wednesday states, “They are very difficult to kill, they must be stabbed with a stake to the heart or decapitated.”

“Very good Wednesday,” Morticia smiles.

“Huh,” you respond, “Alright, that’s not too bad.”

“There are certain weaknesses that should be mentioned, such as sunlight, garlic, crucifixes and running water.” Morticia adds.

“Wait I can’t eat garlic anymore?” you ask, “That kinda sucks, huh.”

“Well technically you can eat anything if you try hard enough,” Gomez says offhandedly.

Morticia cocks an eyebrow at him and sighs, “It’s not so much deadly, it’s more like a food allergy.”

“So I can still eat things with garlic in it?” you double check.

“As long as you aren’t a coward!” Gomez says enthusiastically.

You let out a laugh at Gomez. Wednesday is rolling her eyes, though Morticia just keeps looking at him lovingly. For a moment you forget about the obvious question hanging in the air.

“So…” you start, “I have to drink blood now?” you ask nervously.

“Yes, all vampires must ingest blood to keep themselves alive,” Morticia says, “You’ve got to be hungry by now I imagine,”

“Yeah… but I just ate.” you reply.

“You can still eat food, it just will never fill you. In order not to starve you have to drink blood.” she explains.

You look down at your shaking hands. Everything before now had felt unreal, but this? The seriousness in her voice is making everything too real for you. How could you possibly do that to someone?

“I- I don’t know if I can do that…” you voice shakes, “I mean- how… how could I?”

“Children,” Morticia addresses them, “Why don’t you go play with Uncle Fester while we talk with Hester.”

“Awwww, do we have to?” Pugsley complains.

“A vampire’s eating habits are quite personal Pugsley. I’m afraid so.”

“Alright,” he sighs and follows Wednesday out of the room.

“If you need help procuring someone, you just have to ask. Gomez and I would of course be willing to provide.”

“Provide…?”

“Bodies of course.” Gomez affirms.

“Human bodies,” you repeat, your mind reeling. You had noticed the family was quite odd, even creepy at times, but what they were offering? It sounded too close to murder. You suddenly become very aware of where you are: in a strange house with strangers. Your hands become clammy.

“Is everything alright darling?” you hear Morticia ask. Your throat swells up. You try to force words out, but nothing will leave you lips, leaving you in what is now panic. Finally something spills out, “You can’t kill people for me! You- you can’t!” you sputter out.

“Kill people?” Gomez repeats, “Why we’d bring them alive of course.”

You let out a breath, “Okay, alive. I mean- I just still don’t think I can…”

“Well I suppose there is another option,” Gomez adds.

“What? What is it?” you ask, hopeful.

“Animal blood! It doesn’t work as well, but it’ll do in a pinch.” he explains.

You perk up, “I can do that. That works.” you feel relief.

“Should we make some arrangements? The children could fetch some for tonight.” Morticia asks.

“You have been so kind, really. I would appreciate it, at least for tonight. Tomorrow I’ll work on leaving, I’ve been here long enough.”

“It’s been our pleasure,” Gomez responds, lighting a cigar, “It’s been so long since we’ve had guests.

“Well you certainly are great hosts,” you smile. Despite your situation, you’ve found yourself fairly comfortable here.

“Thank you,” Morticia says, “Now, we ought to ring for Lurch to get some blood. I’m sure the children would love to accompany him.” As she reaches for the bell, you ready yourself for the loud ring. Lurch walks in, “You rang?”

“Yes Lurch, could you gather the children and find some animal blood for our guest here?”

“Yes, Mrs. Addams,” he drawls. He leaves the room in search of the children. A quiet silence falls over the room. Deciding to strike up conversation, you pipe up a question, “So, when did you two meet?”

“Oh, on the best day of my life,” Gomez grins proudly,

“We met at a funeral,” Mortica explains, “It was a lovely day. Grey clouds filled the sky, thunder rolling in the distance.”

“Oh cara mia, I remember it like it was yesterday, our eyes meeting over the coffin,” Gomez starts, “I swear the whole funeral party had to be half as enchanted with you as I had been.” You notice the two of them becoming more enveloped in their memories of each other. You can’t help but smile at how truly in love they are, even if that love meant that you would sit there awkwardly wondering if they were going to just make out in front of you.

“Oh mon cher, you are as charming as you were back then.”

Gomez’s eyes dart up, “Tish! That’s French!” He grabs her arm and starts kissing it.

“Gomez darling,” she warns, “Later.”

He looks up dazed, “Oh yes, our guest. Where were we?” he asks.

“I think you’ve answered my question,” you smile awkwardly.

“Do you have anyone special back home?” Morticia asks politely.

“Well…” you begin to explain“There is this one guy, my roomate, I guess… but I don’t think he likes me like that.” you explain.

“Tiene que estar loco si no le gusta, eres muy guapo. (He must be crazy if he doesn’t like you, you are very handsome.) ” Gomez comments under his breath. You feel your face heat up. He must not know you speak Spanish, judging by how offhandedly he said it. You look over to Morticia who nods ever so slightly, making you even more flustered.

“Uh… gracias, pero… sabes que hablo Español, sí? (Uh… thank you, but… you know I can speak Spanish, yes?) ” you ask. Gomez’s hand, which was placed on Morticia’s knee, now grips it somewhat tightly. Morticia looks over to him in curiosity. His face seems flushed.

“¿Comprendes lo que yo digo? (You understand what I’m saying?) ” he asks tentatively.

“Sí, aprendí a hablar en Español en la escuela. (Yes, I learned to speak in Spanish in school.) ”

“Oh,” a breath leaves his mouth. His eyes keep darting back and forth like he doesn’t know what to do. You can tell his weight has registered onto the balls of his chair like he is about to leap off his seat, but something is keeping him grounded. You look back at Morticia, who seems about as intrigued as you. A heavy silence fell over the room as everyone sat on edge.

Breaking the awkward scene, Lurch walks in with heavy footsteps holding a platter, “Your blood.”

He sets the platter down on the table, removing the lid. On the platter is a wine glass with a dark red liquid in it. As soon as you see the glass you can smell it, the blood. Rather than smelling rancid, the metallic scent smelled like everything you could ever want. You quickly grab the glass with both hands and hold it up to your lips, gulping down the liquid. The taste of it floods your mouth, though some of it dribbles down to your chin as you frantically consume it. You drink the last drop and set down the glass, looking up.

“Shit,” you curse under your breath. You wipe off your chin with the back of your sleeve. “Sorry, I- I don’t know what came over me.”

“It’s quite alright,” Morticia affirms, “You’ve just been turned, I’m surprised you’ve gone this long without blood… well I guess there was last night.” You wince at the mention of that encounter. Trying to change the subject, you ask, “What happens if I can’t get blood?”

“Well, either you go to any length to get it out of pure hunger, or if you don’t, you die,” Morticia explains, “So it’s best you feed regularly.”

“So is that why I…” you try to think of a way to phrase it, “Why I don’t feel much restraint when I see blood?”

“Yes, though you’ll get more constraint as it goes on.”

“Oh, okay. By the way, I’m not keeping you up, am I? It has to be pretty late. I mean, I guess I’m already a night owl, so this isn’t too unusual for me, but you two probably should sleep, right?” you ask.

“If you don’t mind, I would like to get some sleep. Perhaps tomorrow if you plan on leaving, we can help you get back?” she asks.

“Yeah, that’d be great. And of course, go get some sleep. I’ll just hang out for a bit.” you say, putting on a small smile.

“Alright, good night then,” Mortica says.

“Goodnight Hester.” Gomez says.

“Goodnight.”

You stay in the living room much longer after they leave, lost in your thoughts. The weight of your new life- or death has started to sink in. Your mind drifts to drinking the blood earlier. The feeling of it had been great, though immediately after your chest felt heavy. You don’t suppose it has anything to do with your newfound changes. No, instead you recognize the feeling as the weight of your guilt.

You can’t help but wonder what kind of creature feeds off the life force of others. You try to reason with yourself by saying it’s like eating animals, yet you can’t accept the notion. This had felt different. Looking back to having Morticia’s blood makes your face flush, but you can’t also help but notice the difference from tonight. While the animal blood was good, and mostly filling, Morticia’s blood, human blood, brought a type of euphoria.

You didn’t need Morticia to spell it out for you. Using animal blood works as a substitute, but you know deep down you are now meant to feed on humans. The realization hits you as you think that. You are no longer human. On this thought your heart aches. What does this make you. Confused? Scared? Yes, those both applied. You feel lost.

You feel anxious thinking about going home tomorrow. Going home means it’s real. It means you have to face your roommate who you’re in love with and somehow not let him know you’re a vampire. You let out a huff. God, how are you supposed to do this? You take a small amount of solace knowing you have the Addam’s help. You’re glad they’ll help you get back home, you don’t think you could do it alone. You know even if you never speak to them again, their impact will be left on you forever.

You get up off the couch, deciding to go to sleep. You trudge to your room and plop onto the bed with a sigh. Eventually you drift off to sleep.

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nebulus-frd · 3 years ago

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Jealous and protective Rowan and oblivious Aelin in a modern established relationship au

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The beach. The sea. Them.

Synopsis: Modern AU where Rowan and Aelin finally get a deserved vacation. But he isn't enjoying all the attention given to his wife during the first day of it.

Rated: T

Warnings: implied sexual content. If I forgot anything, let me know.

Words: 1700+ (oneshot).

1/1

It was their first time back at the beach after being married.

The life of a military couple was hectic, to say the least, but Rowan and Aelin were rather used to the chaos. This explained why Rowan found himself alone in bed on the first morning of their vacation. Although his wife had always been a late riser, he knew better than anyone how hard it was to break their routine and if he himself hadn’t take medicine to fall asleep, he wouldn’t probably have slept at all.

Not bothering to properly dress, Rowan moved to the kitchen only to find it empty. Did she go grocery shop? But to his surprise not only was the fridge completely packed, but three sandwiches also topple each other on a plate next to a note.

Good morning princess, did you sleep well? Not even a true love kiss was able to break from the evil medicine spell. I’m training on the beach. Join me… Or not, if you feel like sleeping throughout the entirety of our vacation.

Love,

Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius.

Rowan didn’t even feel the smile that broke through him. God, I love her. Of course, she was training. His wife always called him a workaholic and a military freak, only to always prove herself one. The food was warm enough for her not to have left for too long. And in half an hour Rowan found himself heading to their hotel gym.

Where was Aelin?

He had circulated the gym area twice without success in the mission of joining his wife. Could she be at the beach? It wouldn’t be a surprise. Aelin loves the sea, the sunny weather, and the heat on her skin.

Eight years ago, if someone said to Rowan that there were people who loved those things, he would have straight-out laughed in their faces. He couldn’t anymore. He had learned to appreciate each of these unlike anyone else.

Rowan loved the smile Aelin would have while watching the sea, loved the glow her eyes would reflect under the sun’s light, loved the heat from Aelin’s heart.

His wife had changed each perspective he had in his life.

And while at the beach, once again he asked himself how the hell, he was deserving of the woman he married to?

Aelin was coming out of the sea, dressed in a swimsuit that covered a lot more of what he was used to seeing, looking like the sea god herself had descended in the mortal world to bestow her beauty upon mortals. Thus, Rowan was hindered breathless and as soon as their eyes locked up, he could listen to her thoughts through them.

“Are you delight with the view?”

And the smile that broke in her lips made his knees go weak. She pointed to a small pile of clothes at his right and he could recognize the tennis beside it. As soon as they met Rowan girdled his arm around her hips and kissed her.

“Missed me much?” Aelin asked holding a smirk while still in his arms. Her turquoise eyes nailed on his green-forest ones. The only answer she received was a grunt and a heavy head dropping in her shoulder. “You know you could use words, rather than growling like a beast”, which made Aelin feel the smile coming from her husband, she could picture it too: the perfect set of teeth accompanied by two fangs that were borderline not-human, which had left so many marks on last night's activities, she had almost come to the beach in a diver suit.

“I can’t be bothered. There are a lot of more interesting things to do with my mouth… And my tong…”, Rowan’s impure statement was interrupted by the sound of Aelin’s phone ring, it took a moment for the woman to snap out of the mood her husband had put them in. Poor object, it earned a glare that, if possible, would have transformed it into ashes.

“Oh hi!... Yes, of course, I’m coming… Right, next to the bar… Yes, be there in a few”, she said on the phone friendly. With whom she could have made prior appointments?

“Where are you going?”, Rowan asked confused, involuntarily holding her tighter, Aelin didn’t hide the smile at her husband's unwillingness.

“WE are going to a functional training, apparently the hotel holds them every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday”, she said while putting on a pair of shorts and her tennis, Rowan just nodded in answer.

Once they were in the central area, the closer location between the hotel’s pools and the beach, the equipment could already be seen as well as 10 people roaming around it. Soon enough a man came up to them greeting Aelin, too friendly to Rowan’s likeness, although he could only spot the top of his head.

“Miss Galathnyius, it’s good to have you with us today”, the strange said while avoiding looking at Rowan’s side but he did not miss a beat.

“It’s Mrs.” his accented and low voice seemed to reverberate, earning him an alarmed glance from the instructor, as he had taken from his clothes and name tag.

“Yes, of course. Mr. and Mrs. Galathnyius it’s a pleasure to have both of you here”, the smaller man seemed ready to bolt as he alternated his looks from Rowan’s face tattoo and Aelin’s mirth-filled eyes, she just nodded and that was very well what he did. She knew it wasn’t jealousy from her husband, more like his inability to not correct a mistaken person.

Oh, how wrong she was.

…

Half an hour throughout the class, Rowan was calculating how much trouble would he be if he were to beat three civilians. As the training was open to anyone at the beach, around fifteen more people had come to enjoy the activities. Including a group of four men, who seem too inclined to help Aelin with her training.

Which had made Rowan seeing red since he heard the first suggestion in correcting Aelin’s posture during a core exercise. Whilst his wife seemed completed oblivious as not only agreed to a few suggestions and gave tips of her own. Rowan didn’t mind that both were right.

Nonetheless, at each suggestion made by a stranger, Rowan would casually assert his territory. Moving closer to Aelin, helping her with the weights and holding her during an exercise that required it. Of course, there was the possibility that none of the people participating held any second intentions towards his wife and were only trying to be helpful. He seriously doubted it, even though that was what Aelin seem to think.

Usually, Rowan had never been one to bluntly be jealous and if he found it necessary to discuss attitude with someone, he wouldn’t do it in front of Aelin. But he’d gone apeshit when one of the guys from before made a move to touch her while he went to grab for water. Fuck this. He had been by her side every single moment. What’s with these disrespectful motherfuckers?

The man whose hands extended to help Aelin in moving the piece on her waist only caught a movement in corner of his eyes before a mountain of a man was before him. His eyes caught a glimpse of a wicked tattoo on the man’s face, which had been hidden by the cap he was using.

Rowan’s intimidating demeanor and the fucking gold ring in his and hers left hands were more than enough for assholes to grasp the situation.

She is mine, I’m hers. Fuck off.

Either it was the rings or himself didn’t matter. Apparently, with one look everybody understood his warning.

…

However, nine hours later, he’d been left baffled as his wife complained how, after he glued himself to her side, nobody had talked or interacted with her anymore.

“Well, if you weren’t such a territorial bastard today, we could have made some friends that could introduce us to the town”, she said as they had clearly lost themselves while looking for a Japanese restaurant.

“I beg your pardon?”, Rowan answered seeing red all over again just from remembering the previous event.

“Oh, come on, you thought I did notice? You were just asserting your territory for the heck of it”, she said not bothering with more than an eye roll, still searching the street’s name on their map.

“For the heck of it?”, Rowan was bewildered. Aelin thought he was doing that out of leisure?

“You couldn’t possibly be jealous of those guys from the beach, right?”, she said finally dropping the stupid map that had put them in their current predicament and looking straight into his eyes. Whatever she saw there gave Rowan his favorite smile. “You were….”, she laughed, loud and uncaring. Beautiful. “You are unbelievable”.

Like the viper his wife was, she stealthy approached him in that dark alley. “My cranky husband was jealous of some gym dudes?”, her voice was surrounded by arrogance and seductiveness. Reminding Rowan just who he had married with. The most confident, assertive, dazzling woman he had ever met.

Their eyes were locked on each other as she stalked him like a snake ready to consume her prey. His response to her provocation was nothing more than a grunt. “You know what you should have done?... You could have kissed me right there, ravished me, really… And I would’ve said thank you”.

After many years into their relationship, one would think that Rowan had become numb to Aelin’s advances. However, it was very much the opposite of it. He would be scandalized, shocked… And excited, she burned him with bold words and even bolder actions that made his head spin. His calloused hand didn’t miss one second into holding Aelin’s by her backside and his mouth went to her neck.

“Ditch dinner, Fireheart, I will show you what I would like to have done”, Rowan could feel Aelin’s thundering heartbeat, like his own due to their proximity. It would never lie to him, he affected her just as she did him.

“Oh, why, when you say with such gentleness. I suppose we could make something at home”, she smoothed her hand at Rowan’s ringed finger each word, handing him a bright smile by the end. “I love you”, albeit the sentence was said in a soft tone, it swept bothering feelings between the two, such as sea waves that accompanied their evening.

“To whatever end”, he said holding her left hand and as they walked toward the ocean. Free, unrestricted, and vast. Much like their love.

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rqnvindr · 3 years ago

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special delivery

pairing: delivery boy!albedo x gn!reader

genre: fluff, humor, pinch of suggestiveness

w.c: 1.5k

synopsis: it was getting harder and harder to resist the beautiful boy who always delivered your pizzas. especially when he notices the way you look at him, ever the observant one...

a/n: happy birthday chae !! @albehoe i’m glad we met and i enjoy all of our talks in the server! welcome to being 19; hope you enjoy this little gift i put together for you hehe

the doorbell finally rings, snapping you out of mindlessly scrolling on your phone. you grab your wallet and hop off the couch, more than ready to receive your pizza order for dinner.

you open the door and your brain immediately shuts down.

a young man, around the same age as you, stands before you and greets you with the most princely “good evening” ever. and if his voice wasn’t already enough to melt you, the red and black uniform looked like it was made just for him, complimenting his perfect skin and hair. that, along with his sparkling eyes was enough to convince you that he couldn’t possibly be real. you resist the urge to pinch yourself to check if you were dreaming.

“for (y/n), correct?” albedo, as you read on his name pin, snaps you out of your trance with his dreamy voice. it sounded even better when he said your name.

“yes.” you hand him the required amount of cash and take the box, brushing fingers ever so slightly. you offer the boy a smile, to which he nods in response.

albedo waves a gloved hand as he walks off of your porch. “have a good day.”

“thank you.” it sounded like the most appropriate choice of words at first, but you mentally curse yourself after he gets into the car and drives off.

you should’ve asked for his number, dammit. or at least told him to have a good day too.

what was supposed to be a perfect treat of an evening ended with you chastising yourself all throughout your meal.

this was your chance. you were going to order another pizza at the end of this week and hope that albedo would be your delivery boy again. you would at least try to remember to make more conversation with him this time, before leading up to hinting that you wanted to get to know him better.

you take a deep breath on the awaited day, when you answer the door. to your luck, it’s the exact same platinum-haired, blue-eyed mystery of a man who stole your heart within seconds.

“oh! good to see you again!” you sound a little too excited, and albedo appears perfectly unfazed.

“good afternoon. that’ll be $10.” he holds up a packet when you hand him the fee, and you raise an eyebrow. “i also got you a free sample of our newest secret sauce. it’s not supposed to be out until next month, but i’m conducting some research for my university and wanted to get a head start on people’s opinions on the taste, the texture, if they could perhaps recognize any of the ingredients used to make it..” he clears his throat. “anyways, since you’re such a dedicated customer you’re the first on the list. let me know what you think next time.”

“ah.” you lightly giggle at his rambling. he seemed very passionate about whatever field he was studying and determined to flesh out the best results for his research. you were the one who was nervous about keeping a conversation going when he seemed more than capable of doing so, as long as it was something he was acutely interested in.

and most importantly: he planned on meeting you again. there would be a next time.

“may i ask what your major is?”

“i’m a chemistry major. i was originally planning on doing biology, the study of life, but there is just as much essence of life in chemical reactions. taking two or more things to form a new substance...the embodiment of the life cycle itself.”

you nod, feeling nearly as fascinated in his studies as he appears to be. you would love to hear more about it, perhaps sitting across from him at a cafe, dressed casually out of his work clothes...

“excuse me. i do not wish to take up too much of your time. enjoy your pizza.”

“wait.” you call out, a fleeting sense of courage rising up, only for it to collapse once more when you catch yourself staring directly into albedo’s eyes. an endless ocean of curious orbs, their intensity making you feel seen right through, inside and out.

“um, actually never mind. sorry, have a nice day!” albedo nods, scratching the back of his neck as he heads off.

being unfathomably nervous and having a crush on someone farther than they appear was not a good mix.

you open the cabinet, ready to do some spring cleaning. your hand slips, accidentally knocking over an empty container. before you can pick it up, you notice a white packet that had been hidden underneath.

right. the sauce.

you hadn’t forgotten about it. you simply put it aside to try it out later with another food, just for a little adventure. but there was never any time to cook anything that would possibly go with an unknown condiment.

or more like, no one to cook with.

you grab your phone and dial the number that you’ve pretty much memorized by now. you bite your lip while listening to the other line ring.

“hello, thank you for calling favonius pizza co. this is albedo, how may i help you?”

“hi, albedo.” surely he’ll recognize your voice when he promised a next time, after all.

“oh, (y/n)? will it be the usual?” your stomach flutters from the way he perks up while saying your name.

“no, but i’m so glad it’s you answering the phone. i actually wanted to talk to you regarding the sauce. um, do you mind maybe coming over when you get off from work and i can show you exactly what i wish to convey?”

this doesn’t feel right. asking someone you’ve only met twice over into your own house, just for the sake of your silly crush that led to silly little fantasies in your head-

“sounds good. it’s been really difficult gathering feedback from other customers, due to the lack of communication. and it also works out that i can see you in person so i don’t have to take up too much time during my shift. i’ll be there in an hour and a half or so.”

you stop gaping, realizing you have to confirm your meeting. “okay! take care and i’ll see you then!”

“bye.” with that, albedo hangs up.

you rush to set up the ingredients for your cooking, date, perhaps, with albedo. even if he didn’t think of you the same way that you did, you would always cherish him agreeing to spend time with you.

an hour passes by and he’s already promptly ringing the doorbell. you can’t help but feel your knees grow weak at the sight of him in his gray hoodie and light colored jeans, his hair uncovered without the cap. and his eyes glimmer differently, adding to the new feeling his casual attire grants the sight of albedo outside of work.

“hi! the kitchens right this way!” albedo takes off his shoes and follows you to the adjacent area, right to the counter.

“you seem to have gathered more than just the sauce. and you also didn’t order a pizza either.” he remarks placing a hand under his chin.

“that’s because i wanted us to cook together and for you to see my reaction to it with other food. that’d add more variety to your results y’know?”

albedo continues to inspect the ingredients you had laid out for the chicken nuggets, picking up a jar of seasoning to smell it. “you’re definitely more invested in this than i expected you’d be.” he chuckles, the deep vibrations of his chest sending shivers down your spine.

“we shouldn’t have much of a problem if we’re doing this together, even though i’m not really the best at cooking. however there is one other thing i’ve realized...” albedo puts the jar down, turning to face you. he possesses the same observational look that he gave you the last time he delivered, and walks closer to you. the closing gap effectively cages you on the counter, your chests brushing against each other, making your breath hitch.

“(y/n),” he hums. “were you really ordering pizza the last time? or were you ordering me, instead?”

you want to reply, but any form of coherent speech dissipates in your throat. he’s so close, and normally you’d be embarrassed if someone was able to figure you out like this, yet you only found his curiosity and the way he pried into things even more attractive. especially if he had that kind of attitude towards you.

a sigh escapes your lips and you place a hand on his shoulder. “i like you albedo. and yes, i did only order pizza just because i wanted an excuse to see you. i’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable, and if you don’t feel the same way feel free to leave and never speak to me again. i mean that.”

albedo remains silent for a few seconds before blinking slowly and shyly taking your hand.

“i’m not going anywhere. people who care about my work...are important to me. and i do admire your directness.” he lightly strokes your skin.

“perhaps i should give you what you asked for in your special delivery then, hm?” albedo chuckles. you giggle while playing with his fingers.

feeling a little bit bold, you press your lips to his digits, causing him to short circuit on the inside at your touch.

“i shall enjoy it then.” you whisper.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact imagines #albedo #albedo x reader #albedo fluff #albedo imagines #albedo scenarios

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nicknellie · 3 years ago

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@julie-n-phantoms requested: I saw this really cute idea once, about Willie having a whole bunch of different fun flavored chapsticks and making Alex guess what they were when they kissed. So maybe that, and Willie just keeps using it as an excuse to kiss Alex at the most random times and poor Alex keeps bluescreening?

This is so cute omg I love it! It ended up kind of short because I’m extremely tired and haven’t written Willex in a while, but I’m still very happy with how it turned out. Thank you for the request and sorry it’s taken me so long to get round to it, I hope you enjoy! Title from I Kissed a Girl by Katy Perry (ofc lmao).

The Taste of His Cherry Chapstick

Not for the first time, Alex found himself questioning exactly how the rules around ghosts worked. He had been a ghost for quite some time now and he kept thinking that he should really have these things figured out, but being dead was a lot trickier than it seemed. Alex could sit on chairs, but he could also walk right through them; he could change his clothes, but he still hadn’t figured out how his clothes became invisible to lifers just like he was; he didn’t have a body, but he could still get hurt (he had Caleb to thank for cluing him in on that one). He had long ago accepted that the rules of being a ghost would always be hazy and muddled and that sometimes he would just have to get on with it, but every now and then something would happen and it would totally stump him.

Like right now. Willie was putting chapstick on and Alex was simply could not wrap his head around it.

“Why do you need to do that?” he asked Willie, breaking the soft silence between them. They were sat in the studio on the sofa together, Willie with his legs casually crossed over Alex’s lap, lying back as he applied the chapstick.

Willie shrugged easily, popping the cap back on and slipping it into his pocket. (Pockets were another ghost thing Alex didn’t understand and he might have spiralled into that a little more if he hadn’t been so fixated on the chapstick.)

“Stops my lips getting chapped,” Willie said. “It’s kinda in the name.”

“Yeah, I know that,” Alex replied, “but you’re a ghost. Can your lips even get chapped?”

“Yeah, that’s why I bought the chapstick,” Willie explained, meeting Alex’s bewildered look with an amused smirk. “That and the fact that it’s a nice flavour. Do you want to test it?”

Alex shook his head violently. “Absolutely not. I don’t trust it. How can we still use it even when we’re dead? There are some things that should not cross the line between life and the afterlife, and this is one of them.”

Willie giggled. “Alex, it’s literally just chapstick.”

“I know that. I’m not using it.”

Willie rolled his eyes affectionately, but then the amused smirk he’d had on his face morphed into something much more mischievous. Alex knew that look – it meant Willie had got an idea and there was absolutely no way of telling whether or not it was a good one.

“Well,” Willie said slowly, sitting up and shuffling so that he could properly look Alex in the eye, “there’s more than one way you could try it out.”

“How?” Alex asked sceptically.

Willie’s only response was to lean forward, that devilishly cute little smirk still on his face, and press a sweet, chaste kiss to Alex’s lips. It took Alex by surprise and was over before he could even kiss Willie back as Willie pulled away with a soft, self-satisfied smile. Alex, meanwhile, was still struggling to process what had happened. It wasn’t like he and Willie had never kissed before, but the fact that he hadn’t been expecting it combined with how brief it was and how happy Willie looked to have solved the chapstick issue meant that his mind was lagging a little as it tried to catch up. It did not help that Willie was beaming at him, looking effortlessly adorable.

“So?” Willie prompted after Alex had been silently staring at him with his mouth open in shock for almost a minute. “What flavour do you think it is? Do you like it?”

Alex dragged his mind back down from where it had been launched into the heavens. He reminded himself that he was here, with Willie in the studio, that conversations only worked if both people were talking, that staring was rude, and that there had in fact been a point to the kiss. He cleared his throat, trying to school his features back to neutrality but knowing he failed when Willie giggled, and then licked his lips.

“Um… is it cherry?” he guessed. His mind was still a little foggy and more focused on the fact that Willie had kissed him rather than what flavour the chapstick was.

Willie grinned, digging the chapstick out of his pocket again and showing Alex the label on the tube. “Yeah, man! You’re right, great job!”

As Willie settled back into his original position with his legs kicked over Alex’s lap, Alex pushed his momentary panic out of his mind and tried to be normal again. He had thought it would be a one-off, that one kiss and his one guess, and that would be the end of it. But apparently, Willie had other ideas because it just kept happening over and over again.

The second time it happened was in the middle of the night. Willie had got the bright idea of going to the museum at midnight to see all the art and exhibits in the dark. It had turned out to be an amazing idea – the low light gave every painting and sculpture a completely different energy, some more sinister, others infinitely more sad, some seeming so different to how they were during the day that it would have been hard to tell they were the same piece of art at all. Alex followed Willie around the museum with an affectionate smile on his face the whole time, a loving warmth in his chest as he listened to Willie talk about all the art and what it meant and who made it. It was always endearing whenever Willie talked about art; his passion and enthusiasm and the way his face positively lit up was enough to make Alex fall in love a thousand times over.

It was going so well and Alex felt unbelievably lucky that he got to be the one there with Willie. But then Willie stopped talking for a moment and Alex watched him reach into his pocket and pull out his chapstick. He couldn’t help the way his mind wandered to the last time this had happened, when Willie had pressed that one gentle kiss to his lips and backed away. When he saw Willie’s eyes light up, he knew he was thinking of the same thing.

“Want to try?” Willie asked. It was an innocent enough question, but they both heard the implication behind it – Willie was asking for another kiss.

Alex loved kissing Willie, but it still made him nervous every time, mostly because he couldn’t believe someone as incredible as Willie would actually want to kiss him. So momentarily, his nerves caught up with him and he couldn’t reply to Willie, not with words at least. He gave a quick nod before swallowing his nerves and cupping Willie’s jaw to pull him into a kiss.

He made sure this one lasted longer than the other, but it still wasn’t more than a few seconds. Alex tried not to pout when Willie pulled away, but smiled to himself when Willie rested their foreheads together.

“What flavour do you think it was?” Willie asked quietly.

Oh yeah, that was what Alex was meant to be figuring out. Well, he didn’t think he could really be blamed for forgetting that detail when just a moment ago he’d been kissing the love of his afterlife. Again, his mind took a ridiculous amount of time to get past the excitement and giddiness of the kiss and actually focus on the question he’d been asked.

“Is that cola?” he asked after a minute or two.

Willie dropped a feather-light kiss to the tip of Alex’s nose (and Alex was not too proud to admit it made him go slightly weak in the knees) and then pulled back with a smile. “You’re two for two. You’re getting good at this game, hotdog.”

“We’ll have to keep playing so I can get even better,” Alex replied. It might have been smooth if not for the fact that he was blushing so profusely that he could literally feel the heat in his face, and his voice was a little pitchy with a cruel mixture of nerves and the awkwardness that came with not being very good at flirting.

Willie didn’t mention it though. He just smiled softly, squeezed Alex’s hand, and said in a low voice, “Oh, we’re definitely going to keep playing.”

The third time it happened, Alex wasn’t expecting it at all. Half because they weren’t alone, and half because he hadn’t seen Willie put the chapstick on.

Julie and the Phantoms had just wrapped up a gig. Flynn had hired them to play at her birthday party (well, less ‘hired them’ and more the fact that the boys had wanted to give her a birthday present but they were all ghosts which made things like that very difficult, so they and Julie had offered to provide live music at her party instead) and it had gone brilliantly. Not only was the crowd enormous because Flynn had invited practically the whole school – which meant the band would get tons of exposure – but they had clearly been loving the music too. They were easily the best crowd the band had ever played too.

But maybe Alex was biased – he tended to say every crowd was the best crowd just as long as Willie was in it.

Willie and Flynn hadn’t actually met because they were yet to find a way of making Willie visible to lifers, but Flynn had heard enough stories about “Alex’s super cool skateboarder ghost boyfriend” to know that he could be counted as a friend, so he had been invited. As always, Alex had sought him out in the crowd and played like he was only playing to Willie. That was always when he performed his best.

When they finally finished their set and headed into the makeshift backstage area (which was really just Flynn’s bedroom), Alex barely had time to register what was going on as Willie came running into the room, grabbed Alex’s face and pressed a hard kiss to his lips. Alex distantly registered a few cheers from his friends, but he was too distracted to bother telling them off. All that mattered was the fact that Willie was kissing him and it was even more of a rush than the performance had been.

When they finally pulled away, Willie breathed, “You killed it up there! I swear, I’ll never get tired of hearing you guys play. I’m proud of you.”

“If you’re proud of all of us then how come only Alex gets a kiss?” Luke asked. Alex knew that he was joking, but he still bundled Willie up protectively in his arms, ignoring the way that just elicited laughter and ‘awwww’s from his friends.

“You liked it, then?” Alex asked quietly. He knew Willie always loved their performances, but it always felt amazing to hear it.

“I loved it, just like I love you,” Willie whispered back. Alex melted a little. “Did you like it?”

“Like what?” Alex asked. “The performance?”

“No,” Willie said, that sly smirk back on his face. Suddenly Alex realised what was going on, how he’d been caught off-guard. “My chapstick. Did you like the flavour?”

This one was totally unfair. Alex hadn’t know he was supposed to be thinking about the chapstick. He’d been so caught up in Willie that it had been the very last thing on his mind. Briefly, he entertained the idea of kissing Willie again to try and get another taste, but he knew if he did that he probably wouldn’t be able to stop and he wasn’t so keen to do that while his friends were still in the room, even if they weren’t paying attention anymore.

“That’s cheating!” he said. “I didn’t know we were playing.”

“You’ve gotta guess, hotdog,” Willie returned with a laugh, “those are the rules.”

“You never told me there were rules.”

“You never asked.”

“Okay, that’s fair,” he admitted reluctantly. “Was it… I don’t know. Blueberry?”

“Not even close,” Willie said. He pressed another kiss to Alex’s lips and pulled away before Alex could lose himself in it, which was disappointing but probably a good thing.

He tasted it this time, doing his best to focus on it, but it was very difficult with Willie so close and so cute. Still, the proud smile he got from Willie when he finally guessed watermelon made his restraint and effort completely worthwhile.

From then on, he learned to expect it. To look forward to it too. He went shopping with Willie to buy new multipacks of fun flavours (though shopping was another weird thing as a ghost because even though they left money on the counter it felt a lot more like shoplifting) and they continued their guessing game for months and months. But truth be told, it had started to feel less like a game and more just an excuse to kiss each other. It took another month or two for Alex to realise that had probably been Willie’s plan all along anyway – when he asked Willie about it, the laughter he was met with was more than enough answer.

But he wasn’t complaining. He got to kiss his boyfriend all he wanted, and neither of them ever got chapped lips.

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just-dreaming-marvel · 4 years ago

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It’s Always Been You ~ 147

OUT OF TIME MASTERLIST

IT’S ALWAYS BEEN YOU MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 2,320ish

Summary: The final battle begins....

Notes: You must read Out Of Time in order to understand this. The chapter numbers continue from Out Of Time.

Y/N was lost in the midst of the chaos. Her unconscious body getting caught in one of the lower levels of the rubble. Tony was up first, searching for Y/N. He found the shield and Steve instead.

“Come on, buddy,” Tony urged, kneeling beside his brother-in-law. “Wake up.” Steve groaned, coming to. “That’s my man.” Tony held the shield up. “You lose this again, I’m keeping it.”

“What happened?” Steve asked.

“You messed with time. It tends to mess back. You’ll see.” Tony helped Steve to his feet.

“Where’s Y/N?”

“I was hoping she was with you. FRIDAY?”

“I am searching for her location, boss” FRIDAY responded.

“Please tell me that she’s alive."

“She has to be,” Steve said. “The Stones won’t allow anything to happen to her.”

“I’ve located Mrs. Stark,” FRIDAY announced. “She’s underneath the rubble.”

“Great, where?” Tony pressed.

“Tony,” Steve said, “maybe we need to deal with—“

“Deal with what?! Your sister—my wife is down there in who knows what kind of condition! We—I need to get to her!”

“Boss,” FRIDAY interrupted, “I don’t know if Y/N would see that as the best idea.”

“What?! Why are you choosing now to talk back, FRIDAY?”

“Because Thanos is here. Thor is currently watching him not too far from where you are.” Steve and Tony made eye contact.

“Y/N can protect herself,” Steve told his worried friend. “The she’ll be fine because the Stones need her.”

Tony nodded and the two walked out of the rubble they were in. They found Thor intensely watching Thanos, who was sitting on something not too far off.

“What’s he been doing?” Tony asked.

“Absolutely nothing,” Thor answered.

“Where are the Stones?” Steve questioned.

“Probably somewhere under all this,” Tony responded. “FRIDAY’s looking. All I know is he doesn’t have them.”

“So we keep it that way.”

“You know it’s a trap, right?” Thor said.

“Yeah,” Tony agreed. “And I don’t much care.”

“Good. Just as long we are all in agreement.” Thor stretched out both hands as thunder cracked. He summoned both Stormbreaker and Mjolnir, which he had stolen during the time heist. HIs casual clothes transformed into his armor and cape, with his beard forming into a braid. “Let’s kill him properly this time.”

The three walked down the rubble towards Thanos. All of them were very serious and ready to end this once and for all.

“You could not live with your own failure. And where did that bring you? Back to me,” Thanos stated, as the three heroes slowly moved to surround him. “I thought by eliminating half of life, the other half would thrive. But you’ve shown me that’s impossible. And as long as there are those that remember what was, there will always be those that are unable to accept what can be. They will resist.”

“Yep. We’re all kinds of stubborn,” Tony replied.

“I'm thankful. Because now, I know what I must do.” Thanos stood. “I will shred this universe down to its last atom.” He placed his helmet on his head. "And then– With the stones you've collected for me, create a new one. Teeming with life, but knows not what it has lost but only what it has been given.” Thor began crackling with lightning. “A grateful universe.”

“Born out of blood,” Steve said.

“They'll never know it. Because you won't be alive to tell them.”

And the fighting began.

~~~

Y/N groaned as she came to. Her head was pounding, it had obviously been hit during the chaos. She was breathing heavily as she took in her surroundings. There was a large metal beam trapping her against broken concrete.

“Hello!” She called out. “Is anyone there?”

No response. And she instantly regretted not putting a comms device in her ear. Y/N grunted as she tried to push the beam off of her, failing. Looking up, she studied the rubble barely hanging on above her. She needed to be careful or it was going to completely crush her.

“Use us,” a rough voice whispered to her in her head. “Use us.”

“It has always taken a lot from me to control you,” Y/N responded, aloud. “How am I suppose to do what I have to if I’m weak?”

“You’ll be fine.”

“What the hell am I even supposed to do anyway?”

“When the time comes, you will know.”

“You guys are incredibly unhelpful, you know?” She groaned as she tried to wiggle herself free again, without help from the Stones.

“You are wasting time.”

“Fine!” Y/N huffed.

She closed her eyes and tried to focus on the Stones.

~~~

“Okay, Thor! Hit me!” Tony exclaimed, the back of his suit opening up.

Thor banged his 2 weapons together, each loaded with lightning, and aimed them at the back of Tony’s suit. The Iron Man suit sucked up the energy and he shot it out at Thanos using his hands and body. Thanos twirled his blade really fast to divert the energy. Thor grabbed Stormbreaker and used it to bat Mjolnir to hit Thanos. Thanos used Tony as a shield, knocking him out and away.

“Boss, wake up!” FRIDAY pled.

Steve tried to attack Thanos but was easily shielded away. Thor’s attack was quickly blocked by Thanos’ sword. Thanos grabbed onto Thor and lifts him up by the neck, choking him, before slamming him down and punching him. Mjolnir is flicked away as Thanos relentlessly beats up Thor, throwing him into a tree and socking him before throwing Thor over rubble and socking him again. Thor tried to grab Stormbreaker but Thanos grabbed it and used it against Thor.

Form not too far off, Mjolnir began to float off the ground. Thanos was digging Stormbreaker into Thor, when suddenly Mjolnir flies into Thanos. It zoomed past, stopped, and then flew back the way it came. Both Thanos and Thor looked back in amazement as Steve wields the hammer.

“I knew it!” Thor said.

Frustrated, Thanos kicked Thor to the ground. Steve charged at the Titan, swinging Mjolnir, and hitting him in the face, knocking him down. Steve threw his shield and Thanos deflected. Steve threw Mjolnir to his shield, creating a shockwave and knocking Thanos off his feet.

Steve then threw his shield at Thanos, quickly hitting it back at the Titan again with Mjolnir. He lined his arm up with Thanos to channel lightning his way.

Thanos eventually got the upper hand, removing his helmet. He stabbed Steve’s leg and knocked Mjolnir out of the Captain’s hand. Thanos proceeded to destroy Steve’s shield with his double-bladed Soward and threw him across the battlefield. Steve staggeredly tried to get up.

“In all my years of conquest, violence, slaughter,” Thanos said, “it was never personal. But I’ll tell you now, what I’m about to do to your stubborn, annoying little planet—I’m gonna enjoy it. Very, very much.”

The entirety of Thanos’ army was then summoned to the ground. Upon seeing the army descending onto Earth, Steve slowly got back to his feet. With a fierce determination, he tightened his broken shield to his arm and stood against the army. Alone. Suddenly, a crackling came in on his comm.

“Hey, Cap, you read me?”

Steve stopped and looked around.

“Cap, it’s Sam. Can you hear me?”

A portal began to form behind the Captain.

“On your left.”

Steve looked behind to see the portal on his left side. Three figures stepped through; Okoye, Shuri, and T’Challa, all ready to fight. Sam then zoomed in from above. As he did, dozens of more portals opened up all around the battlefield. Through one of the portals, Doctor Strange appeared, joined by Drax, Mantis, Star Lord, and Spider-Man. Everyone on the battlefield watched in confusion and awe as more and more heroes arrive through the portals from all the corners of the universe.

Giant-Man (Scott) appeared out of the rubble with Rhodey, Bruce, and Rocket. Every one was lining up behind the Captain, all the teams and armies that Strange and the other sorcerers brought in to help. Tony was sitting up, finally coming around from the hit on his head. Suddenly, the ground in front of him began to tremble and crack. He pushed himself back as something blasted through it and into the sky. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was his wife.

Y/N was glowing with the power of the Stones. Each of the colors were circling around her, all six colors clearly defined. She slowly set herself down in front of Tony, the power fading away as she rushed to him.

“Tony! Are you okay?” She worried as she helped him to his feet.

“Am I okay?” He questioned. “You just shot up from the ground. You were glowing!”

“I’m okay. I’m ready to finish this. Once and for all.”

Tony pulled her in for a desperate kiss. Like he was terrified it would be their last. Y/N quickly reciprocated the desperation.

“I love you,” Tony breathed out as he pulled away.

“I love you too,” she responded.

They turned to join the group of heroes. Tony suited all the way up, while Y/N began to channel the Stones.

“AVENGERS!” Steve shouted, everyone gearing up as she summoned Mjolnir. “Assemble.”

Thor made a battle cry, as did T’Challa, and the heroes charged towards the opposing army. Thanos raised his sword towards the Avengers, signaling his army to charge as well. As the two armies collided, everyone short of paired up. Tony and Y/N were working together, keeping each other safe. Steve and Thor were doing the same thing, both switching off weapons. Steve had Stormbreaker in his hand while Thor had Mjolnir.

“No, no, give me that,” Thor said, tossing Mjolnir to Steve and signaling for Stormbreaker. “You have the little one.”

Steve passed Stormbreaker over and the two nodded to each other before running back into the battle. Y/N and Tony had gotten separated. Y/N could sense the Stones and knew she needed to get to them before Thanos did. It seemed that Thanos and his army knew that and were sending their biggest creatures to slow her down.

Despite her trying, Y/N was thrown down, plowing through the ground. She was panting, and groaning in pain. The creature stalked towards her as she tried to get back up. It raised its claws above its head and was just about to ship down on Y/N when someone stepped in-between her and the creature and killed it. Y/N inhaled sharply, still slightly panting, as she took in her hero. Bucky had turned, looking down at her with those eyes she had fallen in love with. But it wasn’t the same anymore. Y/N now knew that she was over him, though he would always have a place in her heart.

“Bucky,” she breathed out.

“Hey, doll,” he smiled softly, helping her off the ground.

“Bucky.”

“Yeah, it’s me.”

“Bucky.” She practically jumped on him, hugging him tightly. He held her close. “We did it… you’re back.”

“I’m back. Though it’s been mere seconds for me.”

Y/N pulled away. The two studied each other’s faces. Y/N was trying to figure out how to say what she needed to. Bucky was studying her, knowing what she needed to say.

“It’s okay,” he whispered. “I kept you waiting too many times. I get it.”

Tears pooled in her eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be. You’re happy, right? He treats you right?”

“Yes. He treats me like a queen. We have a daughter. Morgan Howard Stark.”

“Howard?” Bucky chuckled lightly.

“Yeah, I was hesitant on it too. But Tony did some pretty good persuading.”

“I’m happy for you. Really.”

“Thank you.”

“Hey! Can you two old people stop catching up and come help us with the fight?” Sam exclaimed over the comms.

“Be right there,” Y/N responded. She shot out her hand to the side, blasting a creature into pieces. “Thanks for the save though, Buck. But I could have handled it.” She smirked before running off.

~~~

Tony was fighting by himself, creatures and one of the Children of Thanos were after him. He was punched at the ground and he was going to get back up when Giant Man stopped on the Child of Thanos. Peter swung in, immediately going to help Tony up.

“Hey! Holy cow! You will not believe what's been going on. Do you remember when we were in space? And I got all dusty?” Peter rambled after both his and Tony’s helmets disappeared. Tony was looking at Peter, trying not to brake out in a total grin. “I must've passed out, Because I woke up, and you were gone. But Doctor Strange was there, right? He was like, "It's been five years. Come on, they need us." And then he started doing the yellow sparkly thing that he does all the time–“

Tony took steps towards the teen. “He did?” He mumbled. “Oh, no.” He opened his arms and pulled the teen into him. “Hold me.”

“What are you doing?” Peter hugged back. Tony slapped Peter’s back and closed his eyes, holding him tighter. “Oh, this is nice.”

Y/N had noticed the two and had allowed them some time while she fought off the army. Finally, she was done. She landed behind them.

“Okay, boys, party’s over,” she commented.

“Y/N!” Peter exclaimed, rushing over to hug her.

“Hey, Peter,” she welcomed him into her arms. “I’m so glad you’re back. Now,” she pulled away, “keep fighting.”

“On it!” His helmet closed and he swung away.

The couple watched before making eye contact.

“We did it,” Tony whispered, coming closer to his wife.

“But it’s not over yet,” Y/N replied. She leaned in and kissed him. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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🌈 How would dating Olivia Hye be like 🌈

you met in high school

you studied in the same room as hers and sat nearby

sometimes, you tried to talk about anything with her

but contrary to what she shows up on stage, Hyejoo is very shy

she didn't talk much, but she liked to hear you talk

in a conversation about the History homework in the group chat of your class, you saw her interacting, asking which pages she should be based on to start it

you still hadn't noticed that you had a growing crush on her, but that's what drove you to save her phone number and answer her question privately to talk more

surprisingly, she became more talkative with you through the messages she sent you

until one day, at school, you were shocked that she started talking to you, not the other way around

then with time, you became that duo that everyone always said that were glued

and, in fact, it was just like that

her parents adored you

your parents adored her

she used to sleep at your house and you at hers

you both did all the school assignments together, even when they weren't for groups/duos

you spent all your time together and when one of you skipped classes or would not spend the weekend at the other's house, felt like it was tighten your chest

that's how you noticed that you felt more than friendship feelings for her

and Hyejoo felt her feelings for you growing

she was afraid to ruin the friendship, but she also couldn't get away from you

she debuted on Loona before saying these feelings to you

you didn't meet a lot since then because when she wasn't recording a mv, she was practicing with the group

you were sad but understood that it was her dream and you would respect that moment

even though you missed her soooo much

so on your birthday you said you’d expect her to get some time to go to your party

and so she gathered the courage to talk to you, even though she arrived almost at the end of the party

she took you to a more secluded corner of the house (your bedroom, since all your friends were dancing and having fun in the living room)

Hyejoo said she would give you a gift

she asked you to close your eyes

anxious, you closed them

"Hyejoo, no need to surprise me, I'll have to see it at one time or another!", you said, smiling

she did not answer

you didn't open your eyes, waiting with your hands outstretched

then you felt her hands on yours

and before you could open your eyes, you felt her lips on yours

you were confused at first but then you relaxed

you held her by the shoulders and what was a simple long peck turned into a shy tongue kiss

after that, all the time you spent together, usually in your bedroom or in hers (never in the dorm), was full of kisses

until one day she said, irritated:

"are we going to stay in this... thing, or do you want to be my girlfriend?"

"obviously I want to be your girlfriend!", you replied, laughing a little and receiving a quick kiss, followed by a hug

after that, you started dating Olivia Hye!

she looks intimidating but

it changes very fast with you around

you didn’t use to play a lot of computer games, before her it was something more casual

but... everyone knows that Hyejoo loves games

you love watching her play, but for her, having you watching it is not enough

so she starts to encourage you to play with her

she teaches you how to play new games

buys a pc gamer for you on your birthday the year after your first kiss

(which makes you almost pass out because... computers are not cheap)

(but she doesn't care about price tho)

buy matching accessories

(all of hers are black and yours, white)

she can do anything so whenever she does something, you will be surprised at how her talent is in different areas and, for her, it can be the most natural thing to do

at first, you were a bit jealous that she and Chaewon were soulmates

but with time and all the security that Hyejoo gives you, you understand that their friendship is that way

and that you and only you are the love of her life

you buy a lot of food when you are together

lots of fun eating, by the way

when she has to travel with the group, tends to be quieter because misses you

the girls notice it, of course, and sometimes they make jokes about it but they don't get on Hyejoo's nerves very much because they know it's not cool

after all, both your schedules are completely different. it wouldn't be fair to joke about it

record loona logs like she's telling you things that are happening day to day

and send you the unedited videos of it

everything that has to do with wolves you make sure to buy because it reminds you of her

you always watch the cherry bomb cover

"watching this video again?", she says as if it were nothing much

the same is repeated with Egoist mv, or any video that she appears

"I'm sorry but I can't help it... I'm Olivia Hye biased!", you reply.

she rolls her eyes, but there's a silly smile on her lips

whenever you goes to sleep at her house, which doesn't happen very often since she spends most of her time in the dorm, she makes sure that you uses her laptop to play those games with her

but you end up playing very badly because you are distracted kissing or talking about the day you had

get used to her work routine

and also gets used to her routine of staying up during the night

which makes you sometimes lose track of time

but it's so nice to talk to her at dawn...

this is the moment when she feels more free and, because everything is quiet, it is as if there were only the two of you in the world

and even when you sleep in her house or she’s in yours, the feeling is the same

long conversations about deep things, plans and goals, insecurities and uncertainties, weaknesses, advices...

likes to sleep at home because you sleep in her bed with her

(a small detail none of your parents know about)

and so, she lies on top of you and asks for your hand in her hair

it's the most comfortable way she found to sleep and she only feels 100% rested with that

loves to kiss you but does it only when you're alone

long and slow kisses

it is very difficult for her to give you quick kisses because, for her, it's as if she isn't enjoying it in the right way

know the exact strength to squeeze your waist during the kiss

also knows the exact strength to pull you by the waist towards her and leave you completely melted in her arms

you usually buy caps and clothes for her

all in black or gray tones

and she gives you her favorite sweatshirts for you to wear

"they look better on you, anyway."

take pictures of you while you sleep

eventually, these photos become lockscreens on her cell phone

constant and contagious laugh that makes you laugh to the point that tears come out of your eyes

picks you up for no reason

carry you on her back for no reason

when hugging, she ends up lifting you off the floor

maybe it’s to show how strong she is

likes it when you caress any part of her body

especially in the neck, where she's very sensitive

if she does something before you (like going somewhere first or watching an anime before), you have to deal with her saying she’s your sunbaenim

finds it adorable when she gets irritated by silly things (like forgetting a word, for example)

piercing ears together

wear matching piercing jewelry

hitting the "woah" for no reason

it ends up being your way of saying "i love you" when there's too much people around

sex with your girlfriend Olivia Hye:

you had your first time together at the end of senior year of high school

you were already in a moment of the relationship that kisses were getting hotter and hotter and hotter and...

although you both were inexperienced, it was even better for you to get to know each other's bodies together

especially with your mouth marking her entire neck and making husky moans come out of her throat

despite this moment, Hyejoo tends to be quite dominant

likes it when you sit on her lap

usually pulls you to sit

(she finds it more practical to explore your body with her hands when you are in this position)

tends to pay a lot of attention to your breasts

(and also loves to play with your nipples, even slightly)

she's veeeeery affectionate at these times, asking if it's hurting you or if it feels good to you the way she is doing it

but usually she doesn't say much more than that

although praising your body a lot after sex, while doing it you feel it coming through her hands

she loves to hear you moan in her ear

but she's audacious enough not to let you cum soon

after sex tends to be quiet

you lying on top of her or vice versa

Hye smiling like a fool but with a certain flush on her cheeks

kisses your hand, face, mouth

but she doesn't really talk much

maybe a mix of being embarrassed and of needing nothing more than being with you

your presence is more than enough for her. always

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