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httpsserene · 12 days

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𝖍𝖙𝖙𝖕𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖊'𝖘 2𝖐 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖑

welcome to the table of contents for my two-thousand followers special !

i am actually shocked that i reached this milestone, considering my writing managed to convince people to follow me even though i have not been active on this account. you all bolstered me to 2k through two hiatus' that i did not announce, and that i do sincerely apologize for. the next time i plan to disappear off the face of tumblr, i'll give you guys a heads up: no more ghosting :) but seriously, thank you guys for the never ending support, and i will make sure i return the gratitude by being more present on tumblr, and writing more often!

as previously requested and mentioned, this special event is the daniel ricciardo edition. i believe a majority of you wanted a part-two of the overstimulation with daniel ricciardo / max verstappen x black!reader from my f1 kinktober series, which will be included in this special. i also promised a few dr3 fics to some of you that requested--so all in all, all of the daniel ricciardo thirst that YOU ALL requested is listed below the cut. i hope this is enough of a peace offering, and i hope you all enjoy xxx

if you would like to be added to this special's taglist, send me an ask or leave a reply. all episode upload times are at 12 PM EST on their release date. posts tagged as # httpss :// 2k special. all works can be found in my table of contents (m.list).

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐨 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: it's his one-man show. you ask for danny ric, and he will always over-deliver. 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: daniel ricciardo x fem!black!reader 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: assorted oneshots.

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Pilot: Over-Stimulation Kink w/ Daniel Ricciardo & Max Verstappen

You can't remember the last time you've gotten to spend more than three days at a time with both of your boyfriends. You understand how demanding their job is but, you just can't remember the last time they really exhausted you...pleasurably. And then winter break comes around, and they have all the time they need to make you lose your mind.

Episode Two: Say, "Cheese!" | facial | 5/31/24

The day she gets her braces off will be the best day of her life. Maybe all the years she dealt with insults, underhanded compliments, and men who wouldn’t date her because of them, would be worth it when she sees her perfectly straight teeth. Of course, it sucks that she has insecurities stemming from her braces; her boyfriend, Daniel, says that they “add to her beauty.” If she believed him, she probably wouldn’t hide her mouth behind her hand when she grins or laughs. Don’t worry—Daniel has an idea of how to make that smile of hers…shine.

requested! insecure!reader. soft!dom daniel. oral sex (male receiving). serene's fave.

Episode Three: Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss | fake orgasm | 6/5/24

When Daniel isn’t feeling well, it’s no hardship for her to take of him. Except this time, he broke his hand and is proceeding to be an absolute nightmare to take care of. They haven’t had sex since before the accident in Zandvoort because she’s afraid that somehow she’ll end up aggravating his injury. Daniel, however, has convinced himself that he only exists to bring her pleasure. So, she comes up with a plan to soothe his service dom tendencies. Enter, Operation Fake Orgasm. How hard can it be? Spoiler alert: she’s a terrible actress.

requested! servicedom!daniel. vaginal sex. hurt/comfort. attempt at humor.

Episode Four: Tomorrow 2 | body worship | 6/7/24

She’s the least favorite Formula One WAG. At first, she was optimistic, the fans would eventually start liking her—but that was a pretty naive thought. She’s constantly compared to Daniel’s ex-girlfriend—she’s not as pretty as her, she’s not as supportive as her, etc. Unfortunately, in a moment of low self-esteem—she breaks and thinks maybe the fans are right. Daniel comes home and sees you gathering every belonging of yours that’s migrated to his apartment like you’re breaking up with him. He tries to change your mind with his words, but that doesn’t quite reassure you completely; so he has no choice but to do it with his actions, too.

requested! insecure!reader. light angst. multiple orgasms. manhandling.

Episode Five: TSA | soft yandere | 6/12/24

She’s too pure for him. She hasn’t been damaged by life like he has and he hopes she never will be. So, that’s why Daniel can never allow himself to be with her. He knows she’s convinced herself that she can fix him, but he knows the longer he sticks around, the more he’s ruining her. He finds it cynical: their relationship (or lack of one) reads like one of the books she’s obsessed with: right person wrong time or forbidden love. Daniel learns that it might be a little darker of a trope—like one of her books that she never allows him to see a page of.

requested! possessive!reader. mild angst. happy ending. morally grey.

Finale: K.O. ! | over-stimulation | Date TBA

Okay, Daniel may have won the first round. He cleared her dry spell with no problem and used Max to do it, too. That’s completely fine, she will never complain about experiencing some of the best orgasms of her life. But, Max (the man unable to not have the last word) coerces her into giving Daniel a taste of his own medicine. As soon as they can manage to walk on two feet, without a wobble. Mark their fucking words.

requested! part-two of the pilot fic. multiple orgasms. polyamory. bondage.

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angstyhikka · 10 months

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NEW AU ALERT

Due to circumstances that I can definitely control, I have a new Au. And Ludwig is definitely not involved XD

SO THIS! This is "The Clean Page". Here we have oldman Caleb, after the ending of "Axe", gets into the world of "Dawn", kidnaps and lobotomizes Phillip (Phillip was not against it) and raises an ideal brother out of him :)))))

It's the worst fucking angst, if you will, almost a psychological thriller/horror, and at the same time there is sooooo much hugging, hurt-comfort, and also gaslighting, manipulation and of course psychological violence! All the way we love)))

Together with Ludwig (who, of course, was not there) and Levshany (who also had nothing to do with it) IN A DAY, we came up with a plot for such a good maxi with THREE acts anddddd i have no idea who will write / draw it because we already have a lot of projects that we painfully try to continue..... (Ludwig refused to write another maxiXDDD)

Sooooooooooo you will have to see stuff without context again sorry not sorry spoilers alert it will happen again for sure hahaha :,D

ANYWAY. ENJOY🌚🌚🌚

#toh #toh belos #emperor belos #phillip #phillip wittebane #caleb wittebane #wittebane brothers #the owl house #the clean page au

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valleyofheartz · 2 months

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Suna Rintarou X Reader

synopsis: You decide to do Rintarou’s makeup. (spoiler alert, he doesn’t enjoy getting his eyebrows done)

fluff that's it

WC: 1.5k

“Rinta!” you whine, shaking his shoulders as you try to get his attention. he sighs, tossing his phone aside as he realizes you need him and will not leave him alone until he gives you what you want.

“Yes, baby?” he looks up at you, feline eyes drinking in the wide eyes and soft blush on your face.

you frown at him, “Shut up. Stop looking at me like that you… you poop.”

a laugh bubbles out of his chest. “poop? and here I thought I was your one and only charming boyfriend.” you roll your eyes at his words. “Boyfriend sure, charming on the other hand…”

he scoffs, “Well, what do you want from me, you brat?”

you grin, suddenly remembering what you wanted to do. “I want to do your makeup!”

he pauses, blinking slowly, before exhaling and making himself comfortable on the bed.

“Okay, but you have to do it here, I’m too tired to get up.”

you squeal, “REALLY? Okay Rinta you won’t regret it!”

you hadn’t expected him to agree so quick, but here he was allowing you to do a full glam look on him. you were also so excited to have a reason to touch his pretty face and see him up close.

you scramble around the room, grabbing your clean makeup brushes and eye shadow pallets. you moved onto eyeliner next and grabbed a soft blush to pair. with all of your items you tossed them onto the bed, startling Rintarou who’s eyes open as he glances at the makeup before settling his gaze on your excited face. he shakes his head, wondering what he got himself into.

“Okay, can you sit up?” you ask, moving all the makeup to one side of the bed so it’s easier to use. Rintarou moves from his laying position, blinking at you sleepily as he stretches his arms.

you give him a mischievous smile before plopping on his lap, legs straddling him so you’re face to face. his hands immediately find purchase on your waist, causing you to giggle. you grab his face with your hands, leaning in and drinking in the pink flush on his cheeks. you kiss his nose softly before moving back.

“Okay! Let’s begin.”

you grab your phone and set your favorite playlist on before tossing it aside. you grab your headband that you use for your own self before placing it on his head and pushing his hair back.

he blinks up at you, “What, do I look funny?” he smirks, but you find him horrifically adorable. you kiss his bare forehead, and he goes silent.

you grab your moisturizer and gently apply it on your hands before smoothing it over on his face.

“Babe, I already have moisturizer on.” Rintarou grumbles beneath your hands. you huff at him in response, “It doesn’t hurt to add more. Plus it’s my moisturizer so it’s different.”

he chuckles, “Sure, totally different.”

you grab skin primer after that, before adding a bit to his already dewy skin. “Rinta, how is your skin so smooth? You use less skincare than I do!”

he shrugs, “Genetics? I got lucky with my skin. Got lucky with you too.”

you pinch his cheek and coo, causing him to grumble, annoyed. he truly was your baby.

getting back to the makeup, you apply concealer under his eyes and on a few other points on his face, noting that he doesn’t need much. you grab your beauty blender and gently press it into his skin a few times until it has blended.

you apply a bit of contour to accentuate his already defined cheekbones and jawline, before blending it out with the same beauty blender. he opens his eyes, blinking at you so softly and prettily, you immediately tip his chin up with your finger and kiss him on the lips. you pull back too fast for him to register, causing him to chase your lips as you smile fondly. “Makeup now, kissing after.” you command, causing him to pout. you peck his lips to kiss the pout away, before huffing, “Okay stop distracting me Rinta!”

he scoffs, “Distracting you with what? My face?”

your brows furrow, “….Exactly!”

you apply primer onto his eyelids before putting more concealer on it. you blend it with a brush this time, grabbing a soft peach colour and gently applying it with the brush. you repeat the action to the other eye, before layering it with a darker nude colour. satisfied, you move onto eyeliner.

“Okay, I’m gonna do your eyeliner now so you can’t move.”

Rintarou nods, “I promise I won’t move.”

you smile. “Okay, keep your eyes open.”

you move closer, focusing on the task at hand as his gaze sweeps over you face. he notices the way your lips are pursed, and they still look glossy. he wants to taste your lip balm again. then his eyes are drawn to the cute scrunch in your nose, a habit you had when focusing really hard. his chest warms at the adorable face you are making, and he really wants to grab you and kiss you senseless. he knows you want to finish the makeup though, so he lets you.

“Okay, close your eyes now so I can finish drawing it onto your eyelids.”

he closes his eyes, you finishing rather quickly as you were used to doing your own eyeliner everyday.

“Done?” he asks softly, almost as if moving his lips will disturb you and ruin the makeup.

you nod, “yeah, I’m done. you can open your eyes now.”

“Alright, I’m almost finished with the whole look. Now is the hard part.”

he squints his eyes at you suspiciously, “What are you going to do…?”

you smile innocently, “Your eyebrows!”

“No.” he states while crossing his arms.

you whine, “Oh come on, Rinta! You said you’d let me!”

“I said I would let you do my makeup, not take away my eyebrows.”

you scoff, “I won’t take them away, just clean them up a little, please?” you give him your best sad look, and when he glances your way and his shoulders sag, you know you’ve won him over.

he sighs, “Fine, but you better not shave them off.”

you put up your pinky, “I pinky-promise I won’t fuck them up!”

without further ado, you grab your razor. you apply aloe vera on his eyebrows, causing him to frown, “Rinta stop frowning please.”

he smooths out his face, allowing you to gently glide the razor in the middle of his eyebrows before wiping it off. you clean up the rest of his brows quickly, only leaving you to tweeze a few hairs.

“Okay, I need to use the tweezer now, this might hurt.” you warn, causing Rintarou to look up at the ceiling as he questions his entire life.

“I can handle it, I’m strong.” he bluffs as you snort.

you gently grab the the tweezer and get a grip on a particularly long piece of hair before pulling it out. Rintarou immediately jerks back, “Babe what the fuck was that?” he asks in astonishment. you press your lips together to stop yourself from laughing.

“Just let me finish, there’s only a few left.” you encourage as little giggles escape your lips.

he looks at you as though you have lost your mind, “Is it going to be like that every time?”

you nod silently, “I do this all the time, how come you can’t handle it?”

“You’re just a beast that’s why.” he snarks, causing you to laugh as you cover your mouth with your hand.

you try again, but each time you pull out a hair he flinches like you’ve stung him. you try to hold in your giggles the whole time.

by the time you are done, Rintarou’s forehead is red, and his frown is the complete opposite to your face filled with glee. you gently apply a light layer of aloe vera to his forehead to soothe the sting, before grabbing the last piece of his look.

“Okay, Rinta. Just lip tint and you’re done!”

he sighs, “Thank fuck.” and you giggle once more while looking through your lip products.

you find the perfect cherry shade to match his pretty lips. “Okay, look at me?”

he looks up at you as you apply the tint and spread it on his lips. you use your finger to blend the outline as you instruct him to press his lips together.

by the time he is done, he looks beautiful. he was always beautiful to you, but with the sparkly makeup he looked especially angelic. “Alright, take your headband off and look.”

he rips the headband off and throws it aside before running a hand through his hair. he grabs the mirror in your hand and the first thing he does is look at his eyebrows.

You squawk, “Rinta! I didn’t do anything bad to your eyebrows, can’t you just appreciate the rest of my artwork?”

he places the mirror down, looking at you with narrowed eyes. “It looks good. But baby, that shit was painful.”

you smile sweetly, “Beauty is pain, my love.”

he rolls his eyes as he glances at the mirror again, tilting his face to the side and observing your work.

he looks back to you, “It looks nice. I like the eyeliner so let’s skip the rest next time.”

you jump onto his lap, elated.

“Next time?!”

a/n: 🕺Suna fic again whoops

#haikyuu fluff #suna rintaro x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #suna fluff #suna x you #suna rintaro imagine #suna rintaro haikyuu #haikyuu x you #suna rintaro fluff

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jellyveesh · 3 months

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Feel free to reject but can we get the Hazbin Crew with a Reader who’s sinner animal form is a fainting goat?

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fandom ## hazbin hotel (fainting goat-sinner reader)

characters ## charlie morningstar, alastor, angel-dust, husker, sir pentious

prompt ## the hazbin hotel is filled with unique characters, and amongst them is a little goat sinner with a habit of just... fainting? how will the residents of the hotel treat their newest addition, and how will they react to their disorder?

contains ## SHOW SPOILERS, gender-neutral reader, canon-typical character behaviours/habits, swearing, reader has a neuromuscular disorder, autistic coded lucifer

thank you for the request!! i hope i did it justice masterlist

for some context, 'fainting goat' syndrome is actually called myotonia congenita - an inherited neuromuscular disorder characterised by the inability of muscles to quickly relax after a voluntary contraction, like flinching

the disorder is not only common in goats, but can be found in humans too!

so chances are your demon form was formed as a result of your disorder when you were alive, and so you became a goat featured sinner

and whilst yes, this may be hell, and yes, people have seen it all, you randomly just fainting is absolutely horrifying

and yes you've found yourself in many precarious situations and, as such, would have to be strong to fend for yourself in this dog-eat-dog world

so when the opportunity of a safe haven, poorly drawn on a flimsy piece of paper and stuck messily to a notice board, is presented to you... you, of course, go to check it out!

CHARLIE MORNINGSTAR

honestly, when charlie first met you, she was instantly drawn to your goat-like features

because like, you're clearly twins! she's goat themed, you're goat themed! what could make you less twin-like?!

so she wasn't really listening when you randomly and shortly mentioned you have a habit of your muscles seizing and you dropping to the floor during stressful situations as a result

and charlie was likely the person who first triggered your 'fainting' - simply with one cheerful outburst

she had been particularly excited to try out a new redemption activity that she squealed super loud, unsuspecting to everyone to everyone else who got equally startled

then you just kind of... dropped, to the ground, face first, with a sickening crack

charlie thought you were dead.

like actually

full blown panic attack whilst the others minorly panicked

after a few moments, you managed to break free from the tightness of your muscles and sit up - heaving a huge sigh in relief and rubbing at your bloodied nose

it was like you had been revived

charlie got up and immediately started apologising, hugging you and petting at your head in an attempt to comfort you

she also apologised for seemingly brushing past such an important detail

charlie then sets out on a mission to 'faint-proof' the entire hotel, or at least the areas you'd likely be in frequently

she also makes sure that either razzle or dazzle are with you whilst you're inside or outside of the hotel, so they can alert her if you do have a fall or need help

will never forgive herself for that one incident, and will still panic every time you fall but it's endearing - because it shows she cares a lot

she also scolds the others if they ever intentionally (some of them do, all the time) attempt to scare you so your disorder kicks in

charlie and vaggie are honestly the most accommodating to your disorder and help out wherever they can

ALASTOR

oh, he finds it endlessly amusing

one of the sinners who will intentionally startle you just to watch the spectacle

at least has the decency to make sure you won't hurt yourself, he's gentlemanly enough to at least catch you before you hit the floor

but he does everything in his power to spook you

it's funny

and he finds it kind of cute, because he saw it happening to goats when he was alive

and you've reassured them multiple times that the disorder doesn't actually hurt, it's the act of hitting the floor that does

so what's the harm?

but he also gets extremely annoyed if someone else scares you and triggers your disorder - because like... why are they playing with HIS entertainment?

will accompany you outside of the hotel often, because, really, what's scarier than the radio demon? nothing, that's what!

he joins in on charlie's faint-proofing efforts, but only half-heartedly because he enjoys the excuse to hold you

did i mention alastor loves goats, because he REALLY loves goats

if your muscles seize for an extended period of time, alastor makes it his job to take care of you - ensuring you're comfortable and kept company

this is regardless of whether he's the cause or not (he probably is)

despite his endless teasing, he really does like you - you're a sweet addition to the hotel and you're polite, and honestly... that's a step above nearly everyone besides charlie, and is extremely rare for hell

if you also enjoy old jazz music? sold, you are now his favourite little sinner (sorry nif)

ANGEL-DUST

another resident who tests the limits of your disorder - but instead of scaring you, he enjoys teasing you in flirty ministrations

especially because it seems like being flirted with startles you

he will also catch you though because it's all harmless fun, but he'd kick his own ass if you got hurt over something stupid

much like alastor, he is also really protective of you if someone OUTSIDE of the hotel messes with you

got mad at cherry once for doing it and carried you home grumpily, ignoring cherry's texts until you convinced him that it didn't matter and she didn't mean any harm

she promised she wouldn't do it again

she did it again

i feel like angel enjoys tracing the grooves of your horns - it's like, really therapeutic for him

separately, sometimes angel gets really insecure and needs reassurance that what he's doing to you isn't too far because consent is key

you're fine with it, constantly reassuring him you don't mind and you actually find it kind of funny

and when you express that you find it funny because you trust him and know he wouldn't do anything to harm you, you best believe he will cry a little

only a little bit though (he cried a lot)

actively keeps you FAR away from valentino - because in a seized up state, you are undeniably vulnerable, and that momentary weakness could drag you into his line of business

absolutely adores you, coddles you, and he will protect you with newly found fierceness

you trust him and he will NEVER break that trust

HUSKER

honestly doesn't care that much

well, not at first anyways

after a while, once he realises that alastor has a sudden interest in messing with you, he becomes a little protective

and a huge worrywart, not that he shows it...

but he definitely sticks close to you throughout the day (where his job allows) and escorts you to places, hissing at passer-by's who look a little 'spooky'

another one who catches you frequently, and he also has a pillow behind the bar that he throws under your head if you go to collapse against the bar

uses your disorder to his advantage, but not often enough for it to become a predictable behaviour

IT'S NOT AS BAD AS IT SOUNDS I PROMISE

he will just do something subtle to make your muscles contract so you'll seize up if you're being difficult so he can drag you there

like refusing to go to bed

you literally stomp your hooves against the ground

like, it's bed time, go!

has fought and will continue to fight people for treating you like you're less than them because of your disorder

if you want a drink, he will stay sober - so he's in a good frame of mind you make sure you get to bed safely without head bumps and bruises at the end of it

you're your own person and allowed to do at you please, so husk doesn't baby you or limit you - but he's pretty solid for good advice, so if he advises you NOT to do something... honestly, it's a smart idea to listen

but he will help you fix your messes if you still do the thing he told you not to

because he's a softie at heart

is truly your number one protector, him and angel have a mutual understanding that they'll defend you regardless of circumstance

SIR PENTIOUS

the second most terrified of the consequences of your rough falls, just after charlie

ORDERED his eggbois to keep an eye on you, because like... what if you fell and died?

unlikely but not impossible, so every necessary action must be taken to ensure this incident does not occur!

he will be so soft spoken around you and never startles you, and is the ONLY one in the entire hotel who hasn't caused you to fall - the first time he saw it happen, he was determined to make sure it didn't happen again

i love sir pentious, please save me from this brainrot this is not okay...

he offers up his living space for you if you ever need a getaway from the others and is very pleased when you take him up on his offer

makes him feel super accomplished

also makes him feel like he's won against everyone else in the hotel

sir pentious is definitely the most 'domestic' aspect of living in the hotel, but he definitely also babies you - he'll plate up your food, fetch your belongings, get you a drink, etc. at the slightest mention of what you needed

i need a man like sir pentious

is so sweet too

if you're having a bad physical and mental day as a result of your disorder, or even for other things, he's immediately by your side - blankets and snacks in hand, and movie suggestions on the tip of his forked tongue

"ssssssshall we watch an action movie?"

he will also just hand you an eggboi to cuddle, since he himself is too shy to actually initiate a hug - so, unless you hug him first, don't expect him to do it

in this household, we LOVE sir pentious <3 and in this household, he loves you right back

#♡ jellyveesh #♡ hazbin hotel #♡ headcanons #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #alastor #angel dust #charlie morningstar #sir pentious #husker #husk

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fourstarsoutofnine · 10 months

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I was wondering if you could do something with reader yeeting a weighted blanket at the chain and their reactions? I got reminded of that weighted blanket trend and thought it’d be funny

A/N:HAHAHA ABSOLUTELY OMG this ask made me actually laugh out loud😭 I have a weighted blanket I use sometimes bc it helps with chronic pain(I have arthritis) and anxiety and such—also I’ve always wanted to do that trend w someone but I’ve been to scared bc I don’t wanna hurt anybody :( anyway enjoy!

The chain and a weighted blanket!

(For simplicity’s sake, we’ll say they have weighted blankets in Hyrule lol)

Time:

Is a bit confused with the initial throw(I’d be struggling if I tried tbh) like—why is a blanket being thrown on him, but once it hits him, he stumbles back with a groan and a laugh

“What’s wrong with this thing, great goddesses!”

Totally thinks it’s funny

Will be buying a weighted blanket as soon as possible to get Malon with it…also just cause it feels nice.

Twilight:

Catches it

“Hylia, this is heavy, why is this blanket heavy???”

When you(albeit shocked, cause how did he freaking catch it) explain to him that it has sand(?) in it, and what it can be used for, he’s pleasantly surprised.

“Oh wow! Who would’ve thought of such a thing!”

He accompanies you to go get Wild with it.

Wild:

Body folds like a lawn chair

“OGH-“ and a thunk on the ground 💀

But he’s laughing!

Pokes his head out and just kinda lays there. Twilight’s cackling his head off behind you.

“Why?” He asks with a laugh and you just

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Funny is funny, and it’s nice to have a few pranks here and there, both to keep you on your toes and have a laugh.

Sky:

Also folds like a lawn chair

Except he doesn’t like his head out like wild. When there’s no movement and you peek under, he’s asleep

Mans can fall asleep anywhere anytime in a short amount of time. Sleeping is like second nature to him.

“Sky???”

Nothing. Dead silence. You’re actually beginning to wonder if it knocked him out, but no. He’s snoring, and seems perfectly fine. It’s just comfy and he decided it was time to honk his shoos. Go night night for a bit.

Wars:

You throw it at him from behind and he stumbles forward into the stump he was using as a table for planning their next route.

“Agh! Hey!!!”

Was originally upset but when he saw how hard you were laughing, he can’t seem to make himself stay mad

You were too cute, and far too happy. He didn’t want to ruin that.. and it was a little funny

“Alright Alright, You’ve had your fun…. Now go get the vet.” He said with a soft smile. The effect you had on these boys was remarkable

Legend:

Get ready to run, and run fast

Yeah—he’s… pretty much the only one that didn’t take it well.

You threw it on him and he fell forward and cursed

“Y/n what gives?!”

Though when he saw how upset his yelling made you, he softened.

“It was just a joke, I didn’t mean—“

“No. It’s whatever.” He drops the blanket to the ground with a thud and crossed his arms. “It’s fine. Stop looking like that, though. All…sad. You look like a wet dog… or wet blanket, more appropriately..”

That made you crack a smile, and he huffed and rolled his eyes, the corners of his mouth turning up as he turned away.

You can’t figure out if he said the pun with the intention of making you laugh or not, but it worked. (Spoiler alert, yes he did. He’s a softie whether he likes it or not and he has a particular soft spot for you.)

(Totally got the blanket to sleep under it for comfort, but if you told anyone or asked him about it he’d deny everything.)

Hyrule:

“AAH!” He yelled as he flew forward when you threw it on his back.

He’s laughing, which is good.

Like time, he just laughs and holds it out to you, only he’s doing it with a touch of struggle to keep his arms out until you take it.

“That’s so heavy! What the heck! How did it get like that???”

After a long winded explanation, he really likes it!

Definitely asks for it one night, especially after a particularly rough battle.

Four:

Like Wars, he’s a bit upset but laughs it off, because at the end of the day, it is funny

Just make sure to pay attention to when you’re throwing it on him. Make sure he’s not working on any weapons—that’s dangerous ground both in injury and messing the weapon up.

Then, he’d actually be upset(but not for too long. He can’t stay mad at you.)

“Oh cmon!” He laughs, shoving you once he’s out from under the blanket.

Once he gets over his small upset, he’s laughing louder. It starts being real funny to him.

“That’s so dumb, that’s so dumb.” He says through laughter.

Wind:

He goes FLYING

“Hey y/—WAH!”

When you pick it up he’s got the biggest mischievous grin

“THATS CRAZY! LETS GO GET THE OTHERS!”

Thinks it’s the funniest thing known to mankind

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five-hxrgreeves · 1 year

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Two Positives Equal a Negative (Or Something Like That)

PAIRING: adam warlock & fem! quill’s sister!reader

WC: 2.8k (again, a long one. I just can’t seem to write anything short!)

SUMMARY: you’ve always had trouble sleeping thanks your numerous (unfortunate) life experiences. While he hasn’t lived as long as you have, Adam has a similar problem. Fortunately, a Terran phrase that your brother taught you might have the solution that you seek.

WARNINGS: slight gotg three spoilers, fluff, angst if you squint.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: okay, so I accidentally lied and I realized that my last one-shot wasn’t my first official one; I wrote a Natasha x reader several years ago. I just don’t post on here that often so I forgot about it, lol. Anyway, Adam Warlock currently has a chokehold on me so here’s another one-shot for him- the sequel that I mentioned on the last one. I’m tempted to write a Gally one/two-shot, but I’m not familiar with the TMR universe so I’m worried that I’d mess it up.

Also, I know that the phrase is actually ‘two negatives equal a positive,’ but I was drawing on the fact that non-Terrans wouldn’t really remember/understand Peter’s references, and since ‘you’ had only been to Earth during Endgame, you it mixed up.

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You’d always had trouble sleeping, especially on your father’s planet. There had just been a sense of. . . wrongness that you didn’t need Mantis’ empath powers to feel. It had made you on edge most of the time, alert for the unseen danger that you felt. While this might’ve just been your role as Ego’s protector speaking, you knew that your sister felt similarly. Mantis had once offered to put you to sleep using her powers, which you’d agreed to. Although it had worked, you hadn’t liked the feeling of your emotions being messed with, or the vulnerability that came with sleep. Even though you trusted that your sister wouldn’t hurt you, Ego was a different story entirely.

So, that meant that you were up most of the time with only catnaps and snatches of sleep when absolutely necessary. (Luckily your enhanced stamina helped in this case so it wasn’t terribly detrimental to your wellbeing.) It was hard to hide your unusual sleep patterns on the Milano with your new friends since there wasn’t space to walk around like there had been on Ego’s planet. But the Guardians all had various traumas of their own, so they understood the difficulty of getting peaceful rest. Some nights had even been better than others as Peter would teach you how to play Terran card games, which would then include the rest of the Guardians once you’d learned.

You also liked to sit in the pilot’s chair late at night and watch the darkness of space light up around you. It was funny, really; everyone expected space to be a dark, black vacuum of nothing when it was actually just the opposite. Sure, there was no physical form of life, but space was alive in its own way. As the Milano sailed aimlessly through the stars, you’d pass the orange-red clouds of dust and gas— nebulas. Or the brilliant white-blue of a dying star, or the different hues of blue-black that surrounded you. Space was truly beautiful, which was something that you never tried to take for granted.

But now you were stuck on Knowhere. There were no brilliant colors of space to distract you or friends to play card games with. Mantis was gone— your only source of comfort on those long nights when you’d served your father. You were alone, with nothing but a Zune to distract you as you sat, bored, in the kitchen late into the night. You’d decided on some calmer tunes and were currently listening to the Frank Sinatra playlist you’d curated. A warm mug of tea— which Peter had also introduced you to— sat between your hands as your eyes glazed over, getting lost in your music.

As it turned out, Adam wasn’t that great of a sleeper, either. It always felt like there was too much energy running through him to be properly restful— not to mention that, whenever he closed his eyes, he saw his mother waiting for him as he flew desperately towards her. And then the explosion would come, jolting him out of sleep as a reminder of his failure.

With a sigh, he pushed back his covers and stood. Since he was already dressed (his mother had always told him to be ready for anything), he made his way to the kitchen where he’d baked cookies with you. It hadn’t been that long ago, but he already missed the comfortable, homey feeling he’d gotten as he formed the batter into spheres with you standing at his side. You had yet to talk to Rocket about how his comments made you feel, but he knew it was because you respected your teammate and didn’t like making a big deal out of things. Thinking about you now, he sort of hoped that he would see you in the kitchen when he got there— but that was a crazy thought; it was the middle of the night! Any normal person would be in a deep sleep by now.

So, it was definitely a pleasant surprise when he came upon you, sitting at the head of the table. Your earbuds were in your ears, as usual, and you seemed to be deep in thought as you absentmindedly traced the rim of your mug with your finger. He was comfortable enough with you to approach you without hesitation, so he took the chair next to yours and nudged you gently to get your attention.

You jumped, startled by the unexpected presence of someone else in the room. At first you had a wild thought that it might be Peter, who came to keep you company as he often had. You were only mildly disappointed to see that it was Adam instead (and this was just because you missed your brother; you were actually quite happy to see the golden boy.) You took out your earbuds and paused your music. “You’re up late. Or early.”

His golden eyes met yours— something you noticed that he did often; it seemed that eye contact was his way of showing that he was listening to you, which always made your stomach flutter pleasantly. “So are you,” he replied. “Can’t sleep?”

“Nah,” you said with a shrug. “You?”

“Me either,” he agreed.

You sat in a comfortable silence together, one so long that you were almost tempted to put your earbuds back in. Maybe this was a one-off thing; you’d never seen him before on your sleepless nights. Maybe he wasn’t used to being up at this hour and just wasn’t as talkative as he normally was with you. But you were also curious; what could a supposedly perfect being be troubled with at night? So, you sighed, and against your better judgement (as you hated to talk about your feelings), you asked, “wanna talk about it?”

But Adam also knew how you were, and he shook his head. “No, it’s okay. I don’t mind just sitting here.” He got to enjoy your company, after all, so he considered tonight to be better than most.

You let out another sigh. As much as you hated getting touchy-feely, the night was already very boring; sitting and not talking would only make it worse. “I don’t mind, actually. I’m used to being around other people when I’m up like this. Talking would make the time pass faster.” You studied his expression for a moment, which was unusually unreadable; it always seemed like he had a kind smile or glance to send your way. “We can start off easy, if you want. Are you up like this every night?”

His expression softened at your willingness to go outside your comfort zone, so he answered honestly. (He had nothing that he wanted to hide from you, anyway.) “Most nights, yeah. What about you?”

“Same,” you agreed. You played with the rubber protective tip on your earbud. “Can’t get to sleep or bad dreams?”

“Both,” Adam admitted. “Although it’s usually the first one.”

You nodded. “Same, again, but for me it’s mostly the latter. You remember when I said that you weren’t the first person to try and kill me?” At his confirmation (because how could he have forgotten that?), you continued, “yeah. It’s mostly that. My father was a great parent,” you finished sarcastically.

When you’d first become friends, you’d shared stories about the Guardians’ adventures— even the ones that had happened before you’d joined the team— although they’d mostly been lighthearted in tone. You’d acted like they hadn’t really affected you and had laughed at the fact that your father’s planet had tried to swallow you whole. Adam sort of wished that your father was still alive so he could fight him for you. While his mother had had her moments of parenting issues, he’d never doubted that she did love him; it was clear that this wasn’t the case with your father.

“I’m sorry,” he said, not really sure what else he could say. Despite everything that had happened to you, you were still a good person; you hadn’t fought the Guardians on your first meeting like he had, which already made you better than him. He wished that there was something he could do (such as getting revenge for you) to help ease whatever burden you were feeling as you often had for him, but there didn’t seem like there was anything that he could do.

“Don’t worry about it,” you replied in a blasé tone, already moving on from your heavy things. “Want to talk about your stuff?”

He shifted in his seat, a little uncomfortable to admit his failure to you. He wanted to prove that he was just as capable as you were, and this was one of his worst moments. “I. . . keep thinking about my mother.” His gaze dropped to where his hands were folded on the table, unable to watch your reaction in case you thought worse of him. “How I. . . wasn’t able to save her. I was so close, too. If only I’d been faster—”

You reached out a hand to put it on top of both of his, cutting him off. Yours was much smaller in comparison, barely covering even one of his hands. He looked up at you with surprise, feeling his face heat up at the contact. Your usually jovial expression was uncharacteristically serious as you chided him gently, “stop. Thinking like that never helps, you know. You’ll drive yourself mad if you keep wondering ‘what if.’ I should know.”

While he was relieved that his fears about your reaction were unfounded, he frowned at your last words. “What do you mean?”

You pretended not to notice that your hands were still holding his as you answered, “remember what I told you about the Snap?” At his nod, you continued, “Peter and I were the only ones who weren’t trying to subdue Thanos. My powers are mostly defensive, so they would only anger him, which was the opposite of what we were trying to do. Peter got— understandably— distraught at the news of Gamora’s death and he was practically solely responsible for the Snap.” You sighed heavily, dropping your gaze from him. “As the only other person not doing anything on that planet, I could’ve stopped him, but he was my brother; I couldn’t hurt him. But if I had. . . everything could’ve been so much different. In a way, I was responsible for the Snap, too.”

While he understood your reasoning, he didn’t completely agree with it. You’d filled him in with great detail about the Infinity War, which you’d only learned the missing parts after you’d been brought back. So, he insisted quietly, “Thor could’ve also gone for Thanos’ head, but he didn’t.”

“But Thanos wouldn’t have even gotten to the Terran planet if we’d stopped him on Titan. You see what I mean? These what-ifs really messed with my head— still do. You eventually just have to accept the fact that the situation can’t be changed and learn from your mistakes.” In a lighter tone you added, “I promised myself that the next time I needed to sock it to Peter, I wouldn’t hesitate. Maybe a good hit to the head would knock some common sense back into him.”

Adam chuckled at this, his serious expression lifting. Sensing that you didn’t want to talk about such emotional topics anymore, he changed the subject slightly. “So you’re up every night because of these thoughts? Don’t you need sleep?”

“Yeah, but I’ve got enhanced stamina, so not as much as a regular person,” you said, relieved that he picked up on your hint. “What about you? You’re practically a god yourself.”

He felt his face flush with (pleased) embarrassment at your indirect compliment, even if it was truthful. “That’s part of the problem, I think,” he explained. “All this power. . . it gives me too much energy and. . . I can’t sleep.”

You frowned thoughtfully at your similar predicaments, an idea (admittedly, a stupid enough one that Peter could’ve come up with it) forming in your mind. “Y’know,” you began slowly, “Peter taught me a Terran phrase awhile back. I can’t exactly remember how it goes— it’s like two positives equal a negative, or something like that— and it means that when there’s two good things, it cancels out the bad one. We could try and apply it here.”

He gave you a curious look. “Really? How?”

“Well, since we both can’t sleep— that’s the negative— maybe. . . maybe if we slept. . .” You felt your face burning at your suggestion. “If we slept. . . tog— well, not together-together, I mean— with each— does that sound worse? I—” you struggled to find the right wording that wouldn’t come off as suggestive. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” you added hastily, misunderstanding his bemused expression.

“Little Quill,” he teased you lightly, “you haven’t even gotten the question out.”

Oh. You only felt even more embarrassed. “Do you want to sleep in my room?” you finally managed to blurt out, burying your face in your hands, unable to look at the boy across from you.

Instead of taking offense or making fun of you as you’d expected, Adam seemed to actually consider your offer. “Do you think it would work?”

At his question, you dropped your hands to your lap and shrugged, though your face was still very red. He seemed remarkably unflustered, not that you could tell if he was (damn his beautiful golden skin— wait, what?) “I don’t know,” you mumbled, still refusing to look at him. “I can only sleep if I feel safe, and there’s only one person I ever felt that way with— Mantis. But. . . now I think that includes you, too.”

Adam couldn’t help the bright smile that formed on his face at your words, the thought that you felt safe with him (especially after everything that he’d done to you and your friends) meant more than he could say. The thought that you would willingly be vulnerable in his presence made his stomach feel enjoyably— and inexplicably— nauseous. “I feel safe around you too,” he replied without hesitation. “And. . . I wouldn’t mind trying it.”

Not long after, the two of you returned to the room you were renting in the dorm-style building. Since neither you nor Adam had family to speak of (and were also short on funds), you’d both found rooms in a tenant building that had lots of other people, many of whom had lost their homes during the Guardians’ most recent adventures. Luckily you’d gotten a room to yourself, though you had to share basic facilities with everyone else.

“You can sleep in the bed since this was my idea,” you offered. You were still in what you considered your pajamas, so you just had to gather some spare blankets and pillows.

Adam shook his head, against the thought of you making accommodations for him. “I can sleep on the floor. You shouldn’t have to give up your bed.”

“It’s not like I use it much anyway,” you joke, pulling the covers back. “But if you’re seriously against me sleeping on the floor, I guess we could. . . share?”

He seemed not to mind your proposal as he agreed readily, and after taking off his shoes, he made to get in when you spoke again with a confused look on your face. “You. . . sleep in your clothes? No wonder why you can’t get comfortable!”

Adam seemed to not understand your comment. “You sleep in your clothes.”

You laughed a little at his observation. “These are sleep clothes, not everyday clothes. At least take off your jacket,” you reasoned.

But as he did so, you realized why he hadn’t gotten more comfortable: there was nothing except chiseled chest under his clothes. You blushed and tried (but failed) not to stare as he got into bed next to you, admiring the way his muscles flexed with his movement. Luckily he seemed to not notice your attention as he settled next to you. There was a sizeable gap between you two despite the bed not being very big, one that you wished you had the guts to close. (Wait— again, what?)

You wondered how you’d ever get to sleep with all that muscle right behind you (okay, this one you could admit freely), but somehow, in the quiet stillness of your dark room, the safe, peaceful feeling lulled you into the first restful slumber that you’d had since your siblings had left months ago.

And if you woke up the next morning, curled up against Adam’s chest with his arm wrapped around you protectively, neither of you bothered to say anything about it.

#adam warlock #adam warlock x reader #adam warlock x y/n #adam warlock x you #adam warlock imagine #will poulter x reader #will poulter imagine #mcu #marvel x reader #mcu x reader #marvel imagine #mcu fic #adam warlock fluff #sharing a bed trope #gotg v3 #gotg imagine #guardians of the galaxy #adam warlock fanfiction

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deathbxnny · 2 months

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May I request Misha reacting to his S/O dying via “Death” right in front of him?

Ah yes, and so the torture of innocent ice teens in hsr continues lmao. This gives me flashbacks to last summer (iykyk), haha! Also, I changed the idea a litte, because I had a hard time writing the reader dying right infront of him, so I hope that was fine. Anyways, thank you very much for the angsty request, and I hope you'll like this Anon!<33

Content: Reader dies, spoilers for Penacony storyquest obviously, angst, hurt/no comfort, romantic relationship, vague description of how the reader dies, blood, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!!

((Not proofread, may be edited later))

Misha knew he shouldn't have let you out of his sight, when you insisted on doing your job alone. You both worked at the hotel and took over opposite parts of it. Usually you'd complete your tasks together, mainly because it simply felt safer. But on this fated day, things were alot busier than usual and so, you offered to finish your part on your own, so that Misha could get done with his on time.

But when you didn't return to your normal meeting spot after your shift, he realised that something must've happened. He didn't alert anyone else at first, as he didn't want to cause unnecessary panic. Even when he himself was slowly panicking. He tried calling you on your phone and eventually began calling your name as he ran through the long, winding halls of your part of the hotel.

He came to a stop when he passed by your cleaning supplies, body freezing at the blood that poured out under a cracked door at the end of this narrow hallway. His breath hitched, your name coming out in a small whimper. But the lack of answer made him appproach the door with shaking legs. He reached out a trembling hand and pulled it wider open, body leaning forward to peer in hesitantly. And oh, how he regretted it immideately.

You laid there on the ground, a horrible gash running through your torso, as your lifeless stared right through him. He clasped a hand over his mouth, trying to silence a scream in case the attacker was close by. He moved faster than he could think, his arms scooping you up weakly and pressing you against his chest. But he couldn't even be in denial over this. Your familiar warmth was gone and with it your life.

Tears pooled in his eyes, as he fumbled with the phone in his pocket, a horrified sob leaving his shaky lips, when he saw how your blood drenched through his uniform. He had to call someone, he needed to get help... but for who? You were gone, there was no helping you. His phone cracked under the amount of pressure his hand put on it. He couldn't move, the defeat filling his soul entirely until he simply hung his head in self-blame and guilt.

If only he hadn't let you go alone.

Alrighttt... I'm sorry it took so long for me to post anything, I'm kind of sick right now. But anyways, I hope this was okay, anon, and thank you again for your great request!!<33

#honkai star rail fanfic #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #hsr x y/n #hsr x reader #hsr x you #hsr x gender neutral reader #hsr misha #honkai star rail misha #hsr misha x reader #misha #hsr

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solisaureus · 1 year

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Robin's Solangelo Fic Recs

many of these fics are old or have a lot of attention already, but if you're antsy waiting for The Sun and the Star to come out, here are some solangelo fics to fill your brain with heart emojis!

double-crossed, star-crossed, fingers-crossed by orphan account - 2.2k - During their first kiss, Nico sees Will glowing, but keeps it to himself. Will doesn’t even know he’s doing it until someone else sees them kissing and gets very flustered. Soooo cute

echoes of lies that i told by demigodbeautiies - 29.9k - College AU, Nico agrees to be Will’s fake boyfriend for Naomi’s wedding. He curses himself later when he catches real feelings, assuming Will would never actually see him that way (spoiler alert: he would).

My memories of you by Fl_utterby - 56.1k - Will is cursed by Niobe to lose his memories, including his years-long relationship with Nico. When he shows up at Camp Jupiter, Nico arrives to take him to Camp Half-Blood in a cross-country quest with Reyna. Bittersweet and soft with a happy ending!

i could be your hero by sundaysabotage - 10.8k - a few years down the line, now that Percy Jackson is off at college, Nico finds himself in an unexpected position of senior authority at Camp Half-Blood. It’s not easy to reconcile with his own self-image. Light on the solangelo, mostly a Nico character study, but very good!!

The Rose of Paphos by Tundras_and_Taigas - 19.3k - The Aphrodite cabin unearths a magic item that indicates whether the holder has romantic feelings for someone, and discover that Will has a big crush on some person he won’t identify. Nico finds out about this and gets in his head about who that person could be. Feelings ensue! Also has a whole chapter for Mitchell/Connor if that’s your thing. Very cute and soft with a nice take on the Aphrodite cabin.

our lips set the sun by @thebhorror - 4.1k - a soft first kiss that Nico has spent 10 months agonizing over. In-character and sweet with a delightful payoff.

lich by @pinkerpick - 2.6k - content warning for death, torture, injury, and suicide! Since Thanatos was chained while Nico was in Tartarus, he dies many times and always comes back still trapped in the pit. Also light on the solangelo and more about Nico, this is some seriously well-done angst. The follow-up fic, penitent, wherein Nico confronts Hades about the events of this fic, is also very very good!

i bleed for your love by flannelfeelings - 7.5k - Nico semi-unintentionally keeps getting himself hurt so he can hang out with Will in the infirmary, because he is too repressed to just ask Will to hang out. Super well written, heartwrenching character voice, and butterflies-inducing romance!

Austin’s Best Barbecue also by flannelfeelings - 3.8k - Will gets hurt protecting Nico from a monster, so Nico shadow travels against doctor’s orders to Austin to get Will some of his favorite comfort food from home. While there, he accidentally meets Will's mother for the first time. Super super cute and funny, this author has great fics!

Falling for You (Literally) by peanutbutterapple - 4.8k - Nico is acting weird before he visits Hazel at Camp Jupiter. On his return, before Will can ask him about it, Drew Tanaka pranks everyone with a magic hat that makes the wearer feel their romantic feelings very intensely for everyone to see. So adorable and Nico’s reason for his weird behavior is the best thing.

Opportunity Knocks by nikkiRA - 35.5k - Nico tries to kiss Will, who freaks out and rejects him. Nico decides the same day to run away from Camp Half-Blood, but is intercepted by some meddlesome gods who trap him in a time-loop. He repeats the same day over and over until he can find out what it is he was supposed to fix about this day. I love a good Groundhog Day AU and this one is awesome!!

constant craving (however hard i want, i never really get) by @thebhorror - 5.5k - another banger character study focusing on Nico’s unmet (and then met) need for affection throughout his character arc. A very believable and heart wrenching deliberation on Nico’s character arc and how his relationship with Will complements it!

there are so many lives i want to share with you by penandblankpaper (@kiarrahatesboys) - 8.7k (so far) - still a WIP but a WIP that slaps, this is a post-ToN, pre-TSatS solangelo mini-quest story. Rachel informs Will and Nico that they need to take a journey with no goal before they go to Tartarus or they will die. Lots of soft banter and gentle familiarity with a bullet train of angst incoming! Please read it (for me) please please please

Bonus: Solace by solisaureus (that’s me!) - 73k - A Will character study to complement all these Nico character studies, this work spans the entire narrative across all three series. This is my longest PJO fic and the one I poured the most love into! Though the fic is about Will and his coming of age, there’s plenty of solangelo in here.

I (and many of the other authors in this list) also write a ton of other PJO fics so do check those out too!! :) happy reading!!!

#robin text #solangelo #rrverse #pjo #nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo fic #pjo fic

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autumn-hiraeth · 1 year

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love story II

pairing: adam warlock x guardian!reader

spoiler alert!

another short and fluffy drabble

a/n: i just wanna protect him so badly <3 btw, i'll be taking requests so if you have something in mind i could write about it, but I'll take my time. And alsoo, thank u sm for all your support and kind words <33

Adam watched you carefully as you began to dress him—actually, you only put Peter's shirt and one of your capes on him—but even that insignificant act seemed to mean a lot to the golden boy.

"why are you being so nice?" he asked, seeing the wound he had given you the first time he was in Nowhere. Just two days ago he was trying to kill you and now you were helping him and giving him a second chance.

"You really didn't want to do any of that, you were just following orders, I don't blame you for that" you said.

"but I hurt you" he touched your face with such delicacy that it made you shiver, his voice sounded so regretful that you wanted to do everything to make him feel relieved and happy .

You smiled taking his hand, wrapping your fingers around his "I also hurt you " you looked at his bruised cheek, you had knocked him out when he hit Nebula. "I'm sorry for that" you caressed his cheek and he leaned his face on your hand, he couldn't help close his eyes, Adam enjoyed your touch.

" I think I deserved it" Suddenly, his intense look no longer scared you, now his presence seemed to comfort you in a way you couldn't explain and the fact that you tried to comfort him made you think that something else was happening between you two, but you discarded that idea.

"Y/n! Nebula needs you!" Drax interrupted without even noticing how dangerously close you and Adam were, you moved away from him quickly.

"I'll see you later, Adam" you said before leaving him.

"I'll wait for you Y/n" Adam whispered, clutching at your cape. Suddenly, Adam was longer for know everything about you.

#adam warlock x reader #adam warlock x you #adam warlock x guardian!reader #adam warlock one shot #adam warlock drabble #adam warlock imagine #adam warlock fluff #adam warlock #guardians of the galaxy imagine

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kale-of-the-forbidden-cities · 6 days

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the vacker family and their fucked relationships with food <3

tw: eating disorders

Alden - He's mostly okay (in this aspect), but sometimes forgets to eat because he gets so wrapped up in his work, or he'll get up to eat and then end up watching the fish for half an hour before sitting back down. Usually he only misses one or two meals a week, but the longest he went was like 45 hours, and nobody noticed, since they only have meals together when other people are over or for special occasions or holidays.

Della - she's had an eating disorder since she started dating Alden, which wasn't Alden's fault, more like Della thought she couldn't be good enough to be in the Vacker family. It spiraled out of control a few months into their relationship, and was really bad for a year or so, but now she manages it. She has a certain amount of calories she allows herself to eat in a day, and measures food out very carefully, never eating anything if she doesn't know what went into it. She fasts all day once or twice a week. During family gatherings, parties, or other events, she lets herself eat anything she wants, especially to keep up appearances, as long as she throws up not long after. Edaline noticed once, but Della told her it must have been something in the food. Eda worried for a while, but years went by and she eventually put it in the back of her mind.

Alvar - He hated himself since he was a kid, and he noticed Della's eating habits, and how little she ate, and picked up on that in his early teens. He tried to force himself to eat less and less, then he started binging late at night, then he felt terrible about it and made himself throw up. At some point he started doing this nightly, and somehow found comfort in this routine, despite how much it hurt and how bad it was for him. He sought help from Elwin once he started the elite levels, since it had been messing with other parts of his life. He slowly got mostly better, but he'd sometimes binge and purge on bad nights. Once, Keefe walked in on him forcing himself to throw up after Alvar had snuck a bunch of food, while Keefe was with the Neverseen. He was having a bad night because he thought a little too much about his family and how he can never go back.

Fitz - Like Alvar, Fitz also observed his mom, and over time started to become obsessed with his weight, especially after the attack in flashback, where he was unable to eat much for a long time and ended up losing a lot. He weighed himself after going back to Everglen, and the stress with Alvar being there made it hard to have an appetite anyway. That was the lowest weight he was, and when he noticed he'd gained after starting to eat more normally, he freaked out and started eating less. Biana was the only one who noticed, and she started to get concerned. Fitz admitted to her that he was trying to lose weight, but he had it completely under control. Spoiler alert: he does not.

Biana - She doesn't really have an eating disorder, but she often diets and tries to limit her food intake, because she never sees herself as good enough, pretty enough, etc. She tends to overeat when she's stressed, and then tries to make up for it by eating less afterwards. She used to try to force herself to throw up, but never succeeded, and eventually decided it wasn't worth it. She's been doing better now than she used to, now that she has real friends who she can talk to, and who love her for more than what the world sees her as.

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Hot Chai - (Adrian Chase x Reader)

part 8 <- ☕︎ series masterlist ☕︎ ao3

a/n: happy new year! this fic is almost done ♡ also i almost forgot to post this here today lol summary: Adrian is mad at Chris. You're mad at Adrian. Goff gets loose. It's a whole thing. warnings: canon typical violence (chapter takes place during ep 6: Murn After Reading), no Y/N, nothing else major i don't think but lmk if i missed something word count: 5.2k

Can people be haunted by things that aren’t ghosts? Adrian wasn’t sure, but the image of your watery eyes, and hands shakily hiding your face — it haunts him.

Which sounds excessive. After all, how could you haunt him? You were very much alive. But if hauntings make people uncomfortable, makes it hard to sleep, and makes dread sit with the weight of a sandbag on their chests, then maybe it was accurate. Because nothing has bothered him quite this much since - well. There was the shame he felt at failing to kill Chris's racist dirtbag father, and the potential consequences this failure could lead to. But he got over that fairly quickly. After all, it's not Adrian's fault Peacemaker has a shitty dad.

But you — your eyes dimming when he told you about the threesome. The way your face twisted into something that made his world halt to an unsteadying stop, like the nauseating swaying of a boat at sea. The way your hands hid the stricken sadness from him, too late in hiding the pain.

Because of him. He did that. He didn't mean to, didn't realize he'd say something that could upset you, but still. It was his fault.

Crying generally made Adrian uncomfortable because he had a difficult time empathizing. He doesn't cry, not since he was little. Guts once told him it's because he doesn't have feelings like people do. So he never knew what to do if someone cried around him. It weirded him out, to be honest. He wasn't much good at providing comfort, tended to say the wrong things. And his hands. God, he never really knew what to do with them in those situations, became hyper-aware that he even had hands in the first place. Hands good at killing, but useless in comfort.

He hasn't made someone cry since high school.

Scratch that. He makes grown men cry, like, all the time. Usually accompanied by them pissing their pants because they're terrified Vigilante is going to kill them. (Spoiler alert: he does!)

Like one of the guys in the alleyway downtown, that he saved you from. The one that tried crawling away after Vigilante shot his knees. Weeping and wailing and cowering.

But that's different, obviously. Tears and sobs fueled by fear.

The last time he made someone cry because he hurt their feelings, though, that was definitely high school. Made someone cry because he was just being an asshole. Even if he didn't realize it.

It was eventually explained to him that some people are just weirdly sensitive, so you really didn’t have to try that hard to hurt them. Some people just had emotions like the skin of a too-ripe fruit.

He didn’t think you were one of those people. He never saw you cry in high school, and he definitely would have noticed if you had. Adrian was perceptive like that. ‘Specially with you. I mean, sure, you cried in the alleyway and again in his bedroom but the alleyway tears had to have been from fear like that other guy before he shot his brains out, and then the bedroom tears were from, like, residual fear, he thinks. Not because your feelings were hurt.

But then he told you about the threesome, and the mood shift swept across your face like a fissure, and it was just like when he’d made that girl in high school cry, except worse. Because it was you. You, the person he's been quietly fixated on since, like, the 10th grade. The only other person whose lips he fantasizes about -- either pressed against his, or curved in a smile.

He only ever wanted to make you smile. To laugh. It’s the very sound that drew him to you in the first place.

Instead, he made those pretty lips of your warble and twist into the shape of pain.

He should have listened to you, should have let you drag him to the restroom and take off his mask and shove your bodies together. Because then you would have taken his breath away and, with it, all his thoughts. Because that threesome with Chris pales in comparison to the feel of you touching him.

The memory of the threesome warps his emotions into anger and annoyance. Why the fuck did he follow Chris back into his trailer to bang some chick he didn't even know?

Adrian stands at the front (and only) door of Chris' trailer now. They were off today, no assignments from the Task Force. No Fennel Fields shift for Adrian. Today would have been the perfect day to finally, finally hang out with you, no Vigilante business to get in the way. But if his unanswered text messages are anything to go by, you don't want to see him.

And why would you? He made you cry.

Adrian knocks, and whatever frustrations that spurred him to Chris's place is momentarily put on hold when he hears Chris answer, 'Come in, Adrian' without even coming to the door. Adrian walks into the trailer, impressed despite his annoyance as he closes the door behind him and asks, “how did you know it was me?” to the welcoming back of Chris’s head.

“You knock in a very annoying way.” Chris didn't even turn around to look at him when he said it.

“Oh.” Ouch. Rude.

Adrian opens his mouth to apologize, as he usually does whenever people point out he's being unintentionally annoying, but something about Chris's tone kind of ticks him off. Instead, Adrian says, “well, maybe I didn't realize how annoying my knock was because I was distracted by your bad advice.”

This seems to get the other man's attention. In an irritated and confused huff, Chris asks, “dude, what the fuck are you talking about?” as he turns to face him.

“You convinced me to bang that underappreciated chick with you and now they're mad at me.”

This only confuses Chris more. “Amber's mad at you? Why would she be mad at you?” His face sobers into upset understanding. “Dude, did you give her a fucking STD!? You said you were clean! Great, now I have to get checked. I was just at the hospital, man, I don't have time for this.”

“No! I don't have an STD, I'm not talking about her! I mean my- the barista I've been telling you about!”

Chris rolls his eyes, annoyance rolling off of those huge shoulders of his. He just turns back around in his seat.

Adrian's fists clench at his sides at the action. This conversation is far from over-

Small tapping sounds grab his attention. Adrian looks over and sees the alien thing that flew out of the Senator's face sitting in a mason jar with holes poked into the top. “Dude, you still have that thing?”

“Yeah,” Chris confirms without looking back.

Goff makes squeaky noises inside its glass cage. Its little blue and white bug-like body, long-limbed, strangely animated. It doesn't move or act like any bug Adrian's ever seen (at least, not in Evergreen). There's an awareness about itself that clearly indicates some enhanced intelligence.

“He tried to kill us,” Adrian reminds Chris, “and he cut off half my toe.”

He's still a little sore about that, if he's being honest. Currently he's sore about a lot of things.

“Yeah,” Chris says, sounding weirdly detached, distracted. “Sometimes I just think I'm insecure about my masculinity and I'm making up for it by having a dangerous pet.” He says this all in one breath.

His words only confuse and, honestly, slightly upsets Adrian as Chris continues, comparing himself to 'knuckle-dicks in Georgia.’

Peacemaker has not been the same since he got out of Belle Reve. Yeah, he's still the same solid mass of muscle. He's still a giant jerk that says the funniest, meanest things. He can still kick ass, still sharp with a gun and never misses his targets. But now there are moments where he struggles to pull the trigger.

The wavering lately is worrying, to say the least. Maybe even disappointing.

“Dude, my advice?” Adrian offers. “Cut it out with the introspection. The mind is a den of scorpions better left running from instead of towards.”

He should know. Adrian spent most of his childhood trying to analyze those metaphorical scorpions until he decided it was easier to ignore them completely. But things have been kind of rocky, lately, and Adrian has been finding himself taking a peek now and again. Something about both you and Peacemaker being back in Evergreen at the same time is kind of shaking up his foundation.

Chittering and tapping noises from Goff's mason jar grabs Adrian's attention again. “What is Goff doing?”

Chris spins around in his chair and they both watch as Goff uses whatever weird goop he's sitting in to draw a circle on the glass. Then he abruptly stands and grabs the mason jar in his gloved hands. When he holds it up to the cool, gray light filtering in through the skylight, they’re met with a droopy symbol of peace.

Sitting on Peacemaker’s couch, both men grow increasingly frustrated, but not for the same reason.

Seeing as Goff is attempting to communicate with them, Chris sets them up in his living room, Goff's mason jar on the coffee table, with a few rules for interrogation. There is, obviously, a language barrier, but the alien can understand English just fine.

Adrian is upset about how difficult the rules are to follow. Chris, for whatever reason, finds his confusion unreasonable. Sticking to 'yes' and 'no' questions isn't that easy, especially when Adrian has been finding it incredibly difficult to focus since last night, when he left you to cry all alone in the cafe.

Chris's impatience with him is just making Adrian even more frazzled. Usually he can deal with Peacemaker's snapping. He didn't always understand what he'd done to get yelled at, but it usually blew over.

This time, though, Adrian is finding that he is equally mad at Chris. So when Chris shouts that maybe Adrian should shut the fuck up, Adrian shouts back.

“I see how you are! Your preferred conversation partners are Eagly and Goff! Neither of who are capable of speech. Try introspection on that, motherfucker!”

Chris, for once, does not have an immediate comeback.

Adrian takes in a big, steadying breath, feeling the angry warmth on his cheeks and trying to dispel it. An apology sits at the back of his throat, rising up out of simple habit, but an image of your face -- usually all smiles and twinkling eyes -- flashes in his mind. Tear-stricken.

It's enough to force the apology back down.

Turns out, Adrian doesn't even have to apologize because Chris says he's right (I mean, he knew that already; those words didn't explode out of him out of nowhere), and continues in a tone that is unusually soft and quiet and reflective.

Adrian interrupts. Chris yells. This interrogation is going nowhere.

Adrian, having gotten the hang of the whole 'yes' or 'no' question rule, asks Goff, “would you tell your buddy it's okay to sleep with other people despite him having someone he already really likes?”

Chris yells again. “Dude, what the FUCK are you talking about? How is that relevant to an alien invasion?”

They're interrupted by a phone call, Aqua's Barbie Girl ringing clearly from Adrian's back pocket. Adrian rushes to fish his phone out, hoping very badly that it's you.

It wasn't you.

Adrian and Chris are up in the trees, hiding from the cops that are now tearing Peacemaker's trailer apart. The cops that Murn called to warn about, telling them to get the fuck out of dodge. Goff is strapped to Adrian's back, a brilliant move on his part to free up his hands.

Brilliant, until Adrian falls from the tree flat on his back, where one of the cops is looking for them. But that's not as concerning as the mason jar shattering, freeing Goff.

“Oh, shit.”

Goff shakes off the fall and flaps hurriedly towards the detective, who has her gun out and pointed at Adrian on the ground. Adrian’s less concerned about that and more concerned about what Goff’s next move is gonna be.

Chris lands beside him and both men watch in horror and fascination as the alien flies directly at the detective's face, making her fall flat on her back as Goff starts burrowing into her mouth. The move is quick and aggressive and the detective struggles and fails to rip it out of her.

They rush to her side as blood erupts from her mouth, decorating the side of her face crimson as her body begins to convulse. There is nothing they can do but run once they hear another cop round the corner of the trailer and alerts everyone else to their position.

Adrian throws Chris's cell phone outside of the car window on their way to meet the rest of the team at the abandoned video store they've been operating from.

He says he did it to keep them safe, which is mostly true. They can track them through the phone, you know? When Chris angrily advises that his phone was secure and untraceable, and that now a bunch of Eagly pictures are gone, Adrian can only bring himself to be a little regretful.

Adrian is finding something grimly pleasant about indirectly hurting Chris like this. Something scratching a weird itch in the back of his thoughts. It's similar to when he'd throw dynamites at the other man in retaliation for being almost blown up himself. But that was all in good fun. Just guys being dudes, entertaining each other with violence. Real macho-like shenanigans.

No, this was different. Adrian got some sort of satisfaction from tossing Chris's phone out of a moving vehicle right now because he's... more mad at him than he thinks he’s ever been.

And it's not because the hero he's looked up to has been weirdly introspective lately about the usual way they've handled criminals. That was more irritating than anything. It’s a lot easier to go through life without agonizing the lives you’ve taken; surely he can remind Peacemaker of that again.

No. Adrian is mad at Chris because he blames him for hurting your feelings.

“Thank you, by the way.” Chris sends him a quick, confused glance. “For telling me I could bang whoever I wanted. Real solid advice, bro.”

Chris furrows his brow. “What the fuck- why do you keep bringing up the threesome?”

“Because! If it weren't for you, I never would have made them cry!”

“Why the fuck would you tell someone you like that you had a threesome!?”

“You said it was okay!”

It's all Chris can do to keep from ripping the steering wheel off of this car and beating Vigilante with it.

Their argument evolved into weird hypotheticals by the time they stormed through the doors of the video store, but gets (thankfully) interrupted by the mean blonde — Harcourt.

“Hey! Do you have a diary?”

“No,” Chris half-shouts, voice still carrying the weight of whatever shouting match he was in the middle of having with Adrian.

Adrian holds the door open for Eagly to waddle through. Whatever qualms he has with Chris right now, the bird has nothing to do with it. Eagly is chill. Adrian's not gonna be rude and just not hold the door for him.

The conversation between Chris and everyone gets more heated once Chris reveals that Goff is now free. The team doesn't react well to this, which is probably why Chris kept it a secret up til this point.

“Yeah, we kept Goff,” Adrian clarifies in answer to Harcourt's exclamation.

“You kept Goff!?” Murn shouts incredulously. Eyes wide in angry disbelief. Like he doesn't want what he's hearing to be true.

“Because Peacemaker has masculinity issues,” Adrian explains. His lips quirk into a smirk that has absolutely no joy in it. “Probably the same masculinity issues that convinces your BFF — sorry, second BFF — to join you in a threesome even though it'll hurt that BFF's friend's feelings to do so.”

This makes Chris groan in frustration. “Vigilante! Time and place!”

“What the fuck is he talking about?” Harcourt asks, exasperated.

“He's all pissy because he told this chick he's been seeing about our threesome.”

Someone says 'ew' under their breath.

“He told me I could bang whoever I wanted despite knowing about the person I like!” Adrian can't keep the whine out of his voice.

Adebayo speaks up, addressing Chris. “You encouraged him to sleep around even though he's seeing someone?”

“He said they weren't exclusive!” It kind of feels like Peacemaker hasn't stopped yelling since Adrian stepped foot in his trailer.

“Still,” Adebayo says. “He's, like, obsessed with you and he'll do whatever you say.”

(“Hey!” Adrian exclaims. That's offensive, probably! Regardless of whether or not it's true!)

“He's a grown man,” Harcourt interjects. “He should be able to make his own decisions and not blame it on Peacemaker.”

Chris gestures a massive arm out to Harcourt, saying “Thank you!” at the same time as Economos says, “Someone likes Vigilante romantically?”

“That's enough!” Murn sternly shouts, silencing the room. “Where is Goff now?”

They explain how Goff took over one of the cops - the Asian woman.

Fury and disappointment reverberate off of Murn. “God damn it, Peacemaker.”

You don't know why you let it break your heart. Why you let it keep you up most of the night, curled wretchedly into yourself, weeping in tumultuous silence into your pillow.

Adrian Chase, the guy you got unnecessarily and hopelessly attached to, coolly admitted to having had a threesome. There was no tiptoeing around it, either. No hesitation before saying the words that casually ripped your heart out from your chest.

It really should not have hurt you the way it did. Hell, if he had said anything about sleeping with someone else just a few weeks ago, it would only have mildly annoyed you at best. Perhaps made you a tad bit insecure, but you would have shrugged it off.

But things have been slowly crumbling around you ever since that night your old high school friends ghosted you--

No. That's not true. Your life was falling apart well before that. It's why you came back to Evergreen in the first place. But Adrian showed up and made things momentarily steady. A patchwork preventing the further collapse of your mental fortitude.

But then you found out his secret, and he suddenly had no time for you. And before you could fully make peace with the fact that Adrian Chase -- the dorky weirdo from high school -- is Evergreen's infamous Vigilante, Peacemaker came back and you were no longer the center of Adrian's attention.

Which you are ashamed to admit stung.

And as if that wasn't enough, things at home have been so off and confusing. It's a different kind of nervous than what you're used to, walking through the halls of the strangely quiet house. You could always feel their presence, at home -- your mother's more specifically. You've always been attuned to her, some kind of survival instinct so you know when to avoid her. And you have to finally admit that there's a very vacant gap in the house, and you know it's because your mother has not been around to fill it.

This has caused a very antsy mood shift with your dad, one that would make you anxious if it weren't for the fact that his focus is no longer on you. It's on your mother's absence.

This should worry you.

The confusing part is that your stomach is not twisted in knots over the idea that she hasn't been home. You don't bother asking your dad about it when you see him sitting zombie-like in the living room late at night.

(You tend to avoid asking questions when you're afraid of the answer.)

(Hence why you never questioned Adrian when he'd tell you some unprompted lie.)

Truth be told, you can't help but to feel tentatively euphoric. It's one less thing suffocating you at home. Like the weight of a boot lightly lifted from standing on your neck.

You're about to head out to work earlier than usual—you've had free reign of the house since you woke up because even your dad wasn't home that morning, and it was nice until it got eerie—but just as you approach the front door, it swings open.

Your dad stands at the threshold, silhouetted by the light at his back. When you blink and adjust your vision to the sudden daylight that's poured in, you're startled by the unkempt figure walking through the doorway. It's your dad, yes, but in a way you can barely recognize. He looks rough and unkempt, facial hair growing in unruly patches around his mouth. The bags under his eyes suggest he hasn't had much sleep. It's like he's aged 10 years.

“Hey...” He says, but it's hardly a greeting. He barely even looks at you. Mostly, it's like he's looking through you. “Have you, by any chance, heard from your mother?” He shuffles past you in the hallway, not waiting for an answer. Probably not even really expecting one.

You watch the exhausted shape of his back. You feel weirdly guilty when you answer no.

An empty sort of exhale depletes out of him, and it's the only sound of acknowledgement. He doesn't ask anymore questions, doesn't say anything else.

So you leave. You walk into the cafe half an hour before your shift starts, just in time to hear Matty's vivacious voice call out a 'small hot chai for the tall hot guy.' He's fully ready to flirt with the customer as he hands off the drink, but does a double-take when he sees you slink around the counter and to the back.

Matty's flirty smile slips into a frown as he shares a look with Ashe, who also noticed your sluggish arrival.

The two ambush you as you very poorly tie an apron around your waist. It's Matty who speaks first. “You look absolutely terrible.”

You drag your still-puffy eyes to look at him, unsmiling. “Oh, Matty. Truly, my favorite thing about you is your penchant for unprompted insults.”

Matty just rolls his eyes at your deadpanned sarcasm. Ashe steps in to try to amend his rude comments. “What he means is-” Ashe takes in the sight of your sob-swollen eyelids and chapped lips and crooked disarray of your shirt collar. “-wow, God, no, yeah, you do look terrible.”

You scowl. “Do you two have to be back here? Someone needs to be on the floor.”

“There are, like, two other baristas out there.” Matty quirks a perfect eyebrow at you. “Other people work here, you know. It's not just us three.”

You squint your eyes at him, like that can't possibly be true, but say nothing further on the subject.

As you fix the collar around your neck, Matty asks, “So? Are you gonna tell us why you've been crying or do we gotta pry it out of you?”

“Is this about Adrian?” Ashe's voice is soft with knowing and caution.

You avoid eye contact. “He told me he slept with someone else. Two someone elses, actually. At the same time.”

You squeeze past the two other baristas and start making your way out onto the floor. They give each other a look before following.

“So the man had a threesome,” Matty clarifies, less as a question and more matter-of-factly. And completely uncaring whether the customers in cafe hear his indecent statement. “Ugh, of course that weirdo is having threesomes. I could tell just by looking at him that his dick game is insane.”

“Matty,” Ashe hisses as they give him a light backhand on his shoulder. Then, louder, calls out your name. “So you're upset he slept with someone-”

“Two someones,” you interrupt, face otherwise unphased by anything that's been said so far as you clock in at the register.

(“Again, that's just called a threesome, babes,” Matty helpfully quips as he rubs the spot where Ashe smacked.)

“Right, sure-” Ashe says. “And this was something Adrian was hiding from you?”

You grit your teeth as you float right past the two again, towards the log book the shift supervisors use that's open to today's date. Huh, look at that. There are names scribbled here besides Ashe's and Matty's. “He just told me about it, like it was a cool fun fact.”

A customer approaches the register, keeping Matty from accompanying Ashe as they follow you back.

“I'm sorry he hurt you, but...” your mouth sets into a grim line at Ashe's 'but', still unwilling to look up at them. “didn't you tell me just a few nights ago that you guys aren't even together?”

“Yeah, but...”

But he made you feel like you were singularly special. An illusion that quickly shattered at his admittance to sleeping with this Peacemaker guy. Honestly, it probably would have hurt less if it had been some nameless bimbo desperate for Vigilante's attention. No history and less intimacy.

Ashe waits patiently as you sort through your thoughts, until your shoulders slump with resignation, unable to find the right words to defend yourself.

“I get it,” they say. “I get that it hurts, but it's not exactly fair to him or to you if you haven't told him what you want.”

Ashe is right. It was wrong of you to assume you'd have Adrian's sole attention forever. You just hoped that it would last long enough until you got the hell out of Evergreen.

Oof. When did you become so selfish?

Eyes softening, you finally give Ashe a grateful look. “How are you so wise? You're, like, twelve.”

Ashe smiles. “You make it really hard to want to help you sometimes.”

You once again find yourself alone in the cafe at the end of the night. Matty had stayed an hour past their shift just to absorb all the juicy bits of gossip, catching up on yours and Ashe's conversation. He also offered up a few encouraging words, in his own Matty way.

(“If you don't tie that delicious four-eyes down, I will,” he said, giving you a very pointed look.)

Ashe, once again, insisted on staying late with you.

(“If you can clock in early, then I can clock out late, no?”)

You only smiled and shook your head and told Ashe you were fine, really. It lacked the usual desperation, though, the one that tinged your voice with hopes of Adrian stopping by. This time, you convinced Ashe to leave by telling them you really wanted the time alone to think while also keeping your hands busy. So they left with less worry than usual this time.

You received several texts from Adrian earlier today, and you think about how you ignored all of them as you finish counting out the till. They're all unopened, having only caught glimpses of the texts as they appeared as previews on your still-cracked lockscreen.

The first text was an apology that only made you scowl. At the time, you doubted he meant it, or knew what he was even apologizing for considering last night, he only seemed confused by your hurt reaction.

Then there was the text you scoffed out, where he stated he was off today and could meet up, presumably to talk. If you have to see him in that stupid fucking mask again without seeing his stupid fucking face, you think you might actually scream until both your heads pop.

Now, as you lock up the safe, you think that maybe talking wouldn't be a bad idea. Maybe not the best idea, given your fragile emotional state. You really don't trust yourself not to cry more and Adrian's been no good with tears and you don't want to make him uncomfortable (though that should be the least of your worries).

And even worse than whatever it is Adrian has to say (I mean, what more could the man say? Mentioning the threesome was enough, you don't need to hear about they why or the how or the what went in who's hole-)

-Even worse than whatever else Adrian could possibly say is whatever you need to say. Speak out loud and make yourself more vulnerable than when he has you in the backseat of his Sebring with his mouth against your neck. Relinquish whatever remains of your pride as you put the power in his hands, lay bare the fragile beating of your heart and admit how much you cannot stand to be without him. How terrifying the thought that he might not feel the same, now that his real best friend is back in the picture.

The feelings whirl in your gut all nauseating and you grimace. You hate confessing. To give someone else the chance to hurt you. It goes against your self-preservation instincts.

As the song playing on the store speakers quietly peters to end and transitions to the next track, you hear a noise coming somewhere from the back. You pause, straining your ears to try to listen as the music continues playing. You want very badly to play it off as just your imagination, but you're the only one in the store; after the things you have been through recently, it would be unwise to shrug it off without investigating.

Unwilling to venture into the back just yet, you simply stand from your spot at the safe and lean backwards, gazing into the parts of the backroom you could see, and-

Huh. That's strange. The backdoor is opened a crack. You're sure you closed it after running out the last bit of garbage, but it's hard to trust your own memory when you've been so distracted thinking about Adrian Chase and Feelings.

You steel yourself, blowing out a forceful bit of air through your nose and begin to make your way to the back. It could have just been some critter dumpster diving that made the noise, audible simply because the door wasn't fully closed. You close the door, making sure it clicks firmly shut.

As you turn back around, you discover you are not alone in the store after all.

They're still at the video store/base when an announcement reveals on the t.v. that Peacemaker is wanted, due to evidence found in a diary that Chris says isn't his. It's Goff on the podium, and, distressingly, the tall guy from the woods stands next to her, the one that killed those cops and helped him and Vigilante escape.

It looks like they got him, too. He has a face that looks like its skin is stretched too taut over his skull, so maybe it's fitting that he's joined the bad guys, since he already looks the part.

Vigilante's phone buzzes with a text alert, and it makes him forget the tension in the air for a moment. Only one person would be hitting him up at this hour. Maybe you're finally returning his texts!

Sure enough, it's your name on the screen he sees when he fishes out his phone, and his face almost breaks out into a grin. But when he unlocks it, he is greeted with a picture that makes the excited fluttering of his heart freeze and the smile immediately drops from his face.

You're in the cafe, in your work clothes, tied up to one of the wooden cafe chairs. Head lolled to the side, resting uncomfortably on your right shoulder, clearly (and upsettingly) unconscious.

Another text comes in:

If you care for them, you will bring Peacemaker.

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Sunday Morning Coffee (Nanami Kento x Reader)

Synopsis: You spend the day with Nanami

author's note: PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE READING FORWARD.

This fic is highly different from my usual fics. I have written this for a while but decided to add two endings instead since I cannot choose between the two.

Two warnings will be shared below and will be coordinated by color.

I wrote this when I read the manga and now, that Nanami is finally free, I decided to finally upload this as well.

I'd like to thank all of my readers who have been so kind during my absence. I hope you'll love this fic!

Thank you for your support and notes, it gives me strength and reminds me that someone out there enjoys my silly little writing. ☺️

I apologize if you stumble upon any typo or confusing words. I did a little cry while writing. 👉👈

WARNINGS: CONTAINS MAJOR SPOILERS!

heavy angst, character injuries, character death, hurt with no comfort, this ending will folllow the original story line of JJK

angst, mentioned of major injuries, character amputation, this ending will follow the original story plan of Gege for Nanami's character

divider by: @cafekitsune

Today is Sunday.

The greatest of days, where you can just sleep the whole day and no one can judge you from not doing anything.

Not even your dishes that have been sitting there since last night, your laundry left unfolded on a nearby chair or your empty fridge, except for that half full jar of peanut butter.

Oh! You haven't cleaned for a while too. Your mop and vacuum may give you the looks but no one can protest.

All they can do is judge.

You earned it. You deserved it. You're taking it.

Even Nanami, who rarely gets home, is fast asleep beside you, not caring about the mess. His arms wrapped around your waist, while he comfortably dug his face in the crook of your neck. This can be called romantic, cute even. You love his cuddles. He also loves his weekend cuddles too.

However, global warming has made your routine dirty, so today was extremely humid and it was too hot to be this close with each other. Also, Nanami was just a warm person. He is naturally a furnace. It's not ideal for your situation at the moment. You tried your best to wiggle your way out of his arms, but all he did was tightened his hold on you and groaned in frustration when you tried to pick up his arms away from your body. Your body is weird, you easily get cold but you also hate the heat. This was just too much and all you wanted was your sleep so bad.

"Nanami! It's too hot for cuddles!" Grumbling, you tried your best to force him to loosen his grip. Yet, all efforts were futile when all he did was move closer and bury his face deeper on your neck. His breath was warm and tickling.

With no choice left, and not wanting to lose the tiny bit of sleep on your system, you accepted your fate.

You swallowed the protest, tricked your brain into thinking that the heat did not bother you at all, even counted sheeps. Until in the end, it was Nanami's breathing that brought you back to dreamland. His hot breath may be distracting at first but you’ve guessed the desire to go back to sleep was stronger.

Slowly, you were feeling the familiar pull, it was close. Just imagining that the heat is the familiar summer, followed by the breeze of cold air, when you're out in the meadow, picking flowers. That feeling, just focus on that and let your mind take you away. You can sleep longer and wake up a bit later since it is the weekend.

You were so close, just a hair’s breadth away, so damn near to sleep, when you felt it. A wet, intentional kiss on your neck. No, this is more than a kiss, especially, when you felt the rough, wet feeling of his tongue and a nip on your skin. All the feelings of sleep were gone. You shuddered, goosebumps on your skin, and hairs have risen from shock. You looked back at the culprit, awake as ever.

He just gave out a low laugh that sounded so sexy, as always, when he felt your body shiver and alert. Fully awoken now, you slapped his arm in annoyance. He groaned in pain, probably not expecting it. You were ready to be vengeful, ready for your revenge, when you got distracted as you turned around and saw his morning look, you blushed and all anger vanished.

He woke you up but all your brain could register was his sexy, unintentional, messy hair and half unbuttoned shirt, that shows his beautifully sculpted chest. His bed hair looks so soft, all you wanted to do is to run your fingers through his blonde locks. Why is your boyfriend so sinful? And why is it so easy for you to be influenced?

Now, you're really pissed.

"It's Sunday, Nanami!" You yelled almost crying from frustration. You feel light headed from lack of sleep. But after his shenanigan, you doubted you could go back to sleep.

"I don't have work today and you woke me up with all that wriggling. It was an act of revenge. Come back now, we’re all good." He defended followed by a frown and a pout.

Yes, the Nanami who was so stoic, always, was now pouting. The only reason why he appeared so stoic at work was because he hated working, A LOT. But on the regular, he frowns, pouts, teases, smiles and laughs, especially when you're together.

And what did he just say? How is that your fault?

"So? I am too. That's why I am trying to rest and remove your arm from me. Your cuddles are suffocating and hot. I wanted to be free from them, but you just tightened your hold on me. " Rolling your eyes, you moved and pushed him away when he tried to grab you back to bed. You two were in the middle of a little game of tug of war when suddenly, Nanami suggested something.

"Let's spend the day together." He stared at you with twinkling eyes and you just looked down on his disheveled appearance, that looks more ravishing and appetizing by the minute.

"What's your plan?" With a raised brow, you asked.

"Nothing. I just want to spend the day with you." He said with a smile. Even though he looked tired, with heavy dark bags under his eyes, his face was glowing from the prospect of spending the day with you.

And you can't say no to that.

💚

Thus, it came with no surprise when at 8 am, you two went grocery shopping.

Nothing was inside your fridge at all. Nanami rarely stays at your house, you usually stay at his. He also doesn't believe in living together before you get married so, you really don't put much effort in stocking groceries. And if he does visit your house, so formally, he would text you a week ahead to let you know. Totally crazy! But that's Nanami, your darling on a daily basis. He is so polite and a living incarnate of a gentleman.

A little insight though during grocery runs, you are the one who pushes the cart and Nanami does the actual shopping. He loves taking care of you, while you enjoy watching his butt swaying as he walks ahead of you.

While pushing the cart, you remembered something important. It has been a while since you did this together that you completely forgot how he does his grocery shopping.

You see, Mr. Kento carefully checks each label of the products and compares them to each other. He sometimes takes a photo of the label, if one ingredient is new or unfamiliar to him. He will search for it later and take notes. He takes time to read and even has a journal.

"I completely forgot that you were like this during grocery shopping." You called him out with a chuckle as you watched him read the label of the new chocolate drink on the shelf.

He loves sweets but is not a fan of chocolates. You do though. Usually, you will just pick up your regular choco drink but Nanami begs to differ.

"You know why I do this." He said sternly and glared at your lazy ass.

“Not budging to chill a bit, got it.” You raise your hands in defeat and shake your head in an attempt to hide the flurry in your stomach. You are reminded of how Nanami could be so adorable at times. It is true that with the smallest actions, you can fall deeper to someone.

"Yeah right, I do." You continued, half jokingly. Trying to mimic his voice, you coughed before lowering your voice in an attempt to sound like him.

"I don't have the luxury to get sick. I need to take care of my health if I want to have a strong body. And it starts with choosing the right food."

You have heard him say this a million times that every word was ingrained inside your head. It sounded like something straight out of a commercial. You laughed on how ridiculous you sounded and on how on point you were. Might as well give yourself a pat on the back for that accurate Nanami portrayal.

He just looked at you with a sigh. It sounded so much like a disappointed father, done with his child’s antics.

"Well..I still believe you should do the same. So you can at least last for five rounds." He said with a straight face and he casually put the carton back on the shelf.

Too stunned to speak, you blinked the shock, and watched him walk away, hands inside the pocket of his slacks. When he turned, on his way to the next aisle, you caught a glimpse of a sly smirk.

💚

"How long do I have to wait just to eat my breakfast?" When hungry, everything in your body doesn't work as intended. Your brain is foggy, you are starting to get moody, and you have been complaining non-stop. The supposed short run to the grocery turned to hours as your boyfriend decided that it was better to stock up your place like a normal person should be doing.

It may sound cute and caring to others, but this is Nanami. He was very meticulous with buying stuff and so like a husband watching his wife do the grocery, you followed him around, dutifully. Until you can't take it anymore and had to take underhanded tactics to subdue him and force him to go home with you. Anymore of this running around is taking a toll on you and you won't take it any longer. Using a tactic that works every time, you bribed him with a french kiss. You also would like to thank your stomach for growling so loudly during that kiss, that he had no choice but to truly go home and cook brunch. However, the same with grocery, he is also serious about the food he intakes. Especially on weekends where he can cook.

The usual Nanami would eat anything available in a convenience store, but on the weekend, Nanami would cook a complete set of breakfast, lunch and dinner. And since your food became a brunch, there was just food everywhere. He doesn't stop cooking and plating. You tried to lend a hand but the man said he could do it.

So you sat there, waiting for him. Watching as the table was filled with various healthy and home cooked meals. You are salivating.

"Don't you think there was just too much? I'm not sure if I could eat this all." You whined a bit. Hoping that he knows you are complaining because you were just hungry. You will always be extremely grateful for eating hot food and your hot boyfriend cooking for you.

"I'll eat it if you can't finish them." He said as a matter of fact. He probably was thinking why are you complaining about the food waste, when he eats after you every time. He stated before that eating gives him energy so he doesn't mind eating a lot, especially, lots of protein and fiber.

Once done, you are probably drooling all over the table. The food was plated nicely and perfectly, you feel kinda bad touching them. Or at least you tried to feel guilty, because the moment Nanami said “dig in”, you walked towards him, gave him a kiss, as a thank you, and ate with no hesitation or whatsoever.

The food was great, obviously, your boyfriend is a good cook. Until you saw your mortal enemy, sitting on top of your vegetable stir fry, and felt the pang of betrayal. Trying to act stealthy, you used your chopsticks and placed the pieces of carrots on his bowl.

"Eat your food." He said without looking, but the deep sigh after was so personal, you shuddered from being caught.

"I am, but I think you can have these carrots. I believe they're good for your eyes." You act cutely with puppy eyes, while nitpicking the offensive orange root crop.

"You need them more. I'm not the one wearing eyeglasses. Now, eat." He did not put back the carrots you already placed on his cup but he did cover the top of his bowl using his hand to stop you from placing any more carrots in his food. Pouting, you groaned and ate with your brows drawn together, upset about being forced to chew down a root crop that tastes like soap.

"Good girl." He said in his deepest and sultry voice, unprovoked.

The sound of his voice almost choked you to death when he spoke and teased you midway through swallowing. The culprit forced himself not to laugh as he soothed your back and helped you drink water. He said sorry but you don't believe he was sorry one bit.

💚

Since Nanami cooked for today, you volunteered to do the dishes. Once done, you found him on the couch sitting and watching the new film that came out recently. It was a romantic film but you've heard that it has a very sad ending and it was really heartbreaking.

"How was it?" You asked, as you plopped down next to him on the couch. As fast as you sat, he immediately moved and rested his head on your lap and he continued to watch the movie. And just like breathing, you run your hand through his hair. He hummed with satisfaction and you felt the vibration of his "hmmmm" on your lap.

"I believe I'm still in the middle of it. Probably the part near the rising action. Nothing happened much yet, but slowly, the cracks on their relationship were showing." After a minute or two, he responded.

You see, Nanami is the type to watch anything you put on TV. He will not complain at all. If you put the cheesiest or most gruesome movie, he will watch it. When you asked him why once, he replied that he barely watches television and to be honest, he doesn't really know what he likes or dislikes anymore when it comes to these things. He was just happy to have time to watch movies.

It was such a sad answer but he reassured you that he was just grateful. This may be the most low rated movie but behind the screen, there were tons of overwork people who did their best to produce the greatest quality using the resources provided to them. He doesn't want to waste their efforts. Somehow, even though his answer was supposed to be reassuring, it sounded sadder. But you just tell yourself that you have such a compassionate boyfriend and you are lucky to have him.

After some time, you also get immersed in the movie. You were trying to blink away the tears when the main protagonist was giving birth. Both the male and female protagonists have waited to have this kid. They have done everything, paid anything just to have their child. Sadly, there were complications during birth. The character was in so much pain that you cannot help but feel bad for her. She was having this monologue about how unfair it was for her to feel this much pain when there were lots of women who birthed tons of children but still gave birth so smoothly. She was asking if it was really a sin to wish to have your own family. Have your own kid? Was this a punishment for choosing something that was given to others so simply? She was asking if this was a curse or if she truly doesn't deserve happiness?

"Are you alright?" You looked down at Nanami who looked a bit surprised with your expression. You wouldn't blame him though. You probably had bitten your lips to stop yourself from crying, eyes barely holding back tears and cheeks red from sadness. You look probably as miserable as the character in the movie you were watching.

"I am so scared of giving birth, darling." You admitted. Technically, he knew about it from the very start but it never stopped him from getting together with you. To soothe yourself, you continue stroking his hair.

"I told you, I don't mind not having kids." He said as straightforward as always.

"Exactly. You don't mind not having one but what if one day, you wanted one?" This question might trigger some partners but not Nanami. The best thing about him was that you have the freedom to express yourself.

He always listens and communicates his words well. Even if you disagree about something, he will not force his belief on you. Instead, he would try to see if there's a workaround that the both of you could use. So far, nothing major has been discussed. But it has always been your insecurity that your partner, one day, would wake up and will want to have kids.

There was just no way you could do that. Giving birth is such an unnecessary pain and it will not stop there. Right after giving birth, you were expected to nurse your kid even though you have not recovered yet. It was an experience that sounded straight from a nightmare.

"You don't have to worry about it. We can always adopt. I don't mind if the kid isn't blood related to us. I'm just happy to start a family with you." He said so simply as he stared at you while you ran your fingers through his hair.

He looks so handsome and you never thought that a man such as him would choose you. As much as he was lucky to have you, you were truly blessed to have him too.

"What about Yuji? I really like that kid. He is such a sweetheart." You wiggled your eyebrows as you teased him.

You have met the trio, Megumi, Yuji and Nobara. They were all lovely but will give you a headache. Nanami will not say it out loud but you know he likes Yuji the best. He always said the kid is a walking disaster but he cares for him a lot.

"I don't mind. He's a nice kid." He nodded and turned his head to focus on the film again. You cannot help but smile at that. Even though you were just teasing him, he gave a straightforward answer.

"We can adopt him once we get married." He continued.

"Are you proposing to me?" You asked a bit taken aback.

"Not yet. Just wanted to remind you of my intentions in the near future."

You chuckled at him when you saw his ears turned red. Nanami Kento, your darling, can be the purest sometimes.

💚

The day progressed slowly but smoothly. You had missed the days where you were just spending your whole day with him. In these moments you realize why you fell for him. And these days, he shows how much he loves you.

You love this man so much that it actually hurts, but it's the type of hurt you will take any time and any day. Gosh! You have never fallen this bad to someone. To the point that, you cannot imagine a life without him now. You used to have doubts with your exes, but never with him. Being with Nanami is the same with how comfortable silence works.

However at times, when things are running too smoothly, that's when life smacks your face with reality.

“What's this?” During dinner, Nanami gave you a box. You had a smile on your face when you accepted it, assuming it was a gift, but your face immediately went crestfallen when you saw one round ticket inside, addressed to your hometown. Just one.

You stared at him looking for answers. The used to be romantic lightning created by the candles he prepared for dinner, now added to your dread. Especially, when he just looks at his plate, picking his food, instead of answering you.

"Nanami?" You repeated, almost begging.

"I just want you to be safe." He replied with brows looking downward. When he finally looked up, you could see his anguish.

“I don't understand.” You shook your head in confusion. “You have fought curses before, been in the middle of a war once, even. I don't get why this one is any differ.” Looking down at the ticket, you did your best not to crumple it while being held by your shaky hands. Then, a realization hit you.

“Are you breaking up with me?”

“Gods, no! I will never do that.” His crestfallen face turned into shock when you mentioned a break up. He stood up, walked towards where you sat and crouched down in front of you. He held your hands and grimaced when he realized how cold it was.

“I will never do that, nor I wish to end us like that. I just want you to be safe. That’s all. I want you to be somewhere away from here, just in case, things go awry. God knows I will never forgive myself if something happens to you and I am away to protect you from it. Just please, go to your parents for the meantime. Think of it as a vacation.” He explained, drawing circles with his thumb on your hands in a soothing manner.

“I-”

“I promise that this will be the last time. I will retire after this and we can go somewhere, away from Japan, where we can enjoy our days together without thinking of working overtime and you, being worried about my safety, each mission, each night. I cannot live any moment of my life in danger knowing that you are waiting for me to go back home! My darling, we can finally start our lives together after this” He kissed your hand and held it on his cheeks. His eyes were hopeful, and although there were still doubts within you, a dreadful feeling within your gut, you nodded and smiled back at him.

He gave you a smile of relief when you agreed and that night, he kissed you like a man starved. You wished that he would never stop, the moments never move forward, but alas, the sunrise came. Yet, you were thankful to watch the beautiful view, together with him. He hugged and kissed your forehead as you leaned against him and closed your eyes in content.

author's note: AGAIN, there will be two endings below. The BLUE will have heavy angst and the GREEN will have a happy ending. Choose wisely or read both! But don't forget to enjoy! 🫶

Ending BLUE 💔 or Ending GREEN ❤️‍🩹

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