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babygirltangerine · 2 years ago

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Tangerine is one of the two deuteragonists (along with Lemon) of the 2022 action comedy film Bullet Train, based on Kōtarō Isaka's 2010 dark comedic thriller novel Maria Beetle.

He and his brother Lemon are a famous assassin duo called The Twins. By the time of the film, Tangerine and Lemon are hired by the White Death to escort his son and his briefcase to him on a bullet train.

He was portrayed by Aaron Taylor-Johnson, who also played William Rollins in Chatroom, Quicksilver in Avengers: Age of Ultron and Ray Marcus in Nocturnal Animals. As a child, he was portrayed by Miles Marz.

History

In the past, Tangerine and his brother Lemon completed a job in Bolivia and kill an entire camp of guerillas. Unbeknownst to them, the guerillas were men of the White Death, causing him to travel to Bolivia and leave his wife's side. After the wife is murdered in an assassination attempt, the White Death hires Lemon and Tangerine for a mission on a bullet train in the hopes that they are killed by other assassins he hired.

Lemon and Tangerine are first seen on board of the bullet train in a compartment with the White Death's son. They banter for a short while until getting a call from one of the White Death's goons telling them to make sure the briefcase is still in their possession. Lemon tells Tangerine that he safely stashed the briefcase but upon checking the place where it should be, they realise it has been stolen. When they return to their seats the White Death's son has been poisoned and killed by an assassin named The Hornet.

Soon after they arrive at a train station, where goons sent by the White Death are waiting. Tangerine tells them that everything is under control outside, while Lemon puppeteers the son's corpse inside the train. The goons believe them and Tangerine returns inside.

After that the pair comes up with a plan to retrieve the briefcase from the thief. Tangerine finds another assassin called Ladybug on the train. He realizes that Ladybug stole the briefcase and chases him down the train. The chase ends, however, when Ladybug pays another passenger to wear his hat and glasses and uses firecrackers in a train car to distract Tangerine. Upon returning to his original seat, Tangerine finds an unconscious Lemon, who has been knocked out by Ladybug and wakes him up. They both come up with a new plan to catch Ladybug and head off into different directions.

After tracking Lemon's phone that Ladybug stole Tangerine finds his thief hiding inside a toilet. They both get into a fight across the train that ends with Tangerine being about stab Ladybug in the eyes with chopsticks. Their fight is interrupted by another call from one of the White Death's goons. He demands that both Tangerine and Lemon are present in the meeting at the next train station. Ladybug offers to step in for Lemon as they don't know what he looks like and Tangerine accepts. Ladybug wants to get the briefcase for the meeting but realizes it has been stolen by the Prince and Kimura.

They decide to take a fake briefcase and the meeting goes well until Ladybug accidentally opens it and reveals the clothes inside. They escape back to the train and try to come up with back-up plan until Ladybug pushes Tangerine out the train at the next station just as the doors are about to close. Tangerine jumps back onto the train and breaks through a window to get back inside.

Not long after Tangerine finds the unconscious body of Lemon, who he assumes is dead due to the shots in his chest, inflicted by The Prince. He gets a call from the White Death, who announces that he's going to kill everyone on the train to which a depressed Tangerine expressses indifference. He searches the train for the alleged killer and runs into Prince, who attempts to convince him that Ladybug killed Lemon. Tangerine sees through her deception due to finding train stickers that Lemon stuck on her. Before Tangerine can shoot the Prince, Ladybug enters and the Prince pretends that she is an innocent girl that Tangerine is attacking, and Ladybug fights Tangerine to defend her. In their fight, Tangerine accidentally shoots himself in the throat and bleeds to death on the floor. His corpse likely remained in the wagons and was presumably damaged when the bullet train gets wrecked at the end.

Trivia

Unintentionally, Aaron-Taylor Johnson's performance as Tangerine was decisive in his casting as Kraven the Hunter in his upcoming eponymous film, as the Sony Pictures executives quickly cast him in that role due to being "blown away" by early Bullet Train footage of him as Tangerine.

Aaron-Taylor Johnson was cast as Tangerine due to David Leitch's desire to work with him. Leitch had previously offered Johnson a role in Deadpool 2, but he declined the unknown role.

The fruit truck Lemon uses towards the end of the film to run over the Prince is one filled of tangerines. This was evidently done as a reference to Tangerine, symbolizing that even from beyond the grave, he still assisted his brother in carrying out a pivotal assassination.

Tangerine's actor: Aaron Taylor Johnson had starred in the Monsterverse along with Lemon's actor: Brian Tyree Henry.

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 3 months ago

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Hi can I request a Bucky x yn where it was her who was knocked off the train not him and years later Bucky finds out that she’s the winter soldier and Steve wants to stop her at all costs but Bucky says she’s still in there.

It’s on the HYDRA plane where he gets through to her and they get married and have sex in the end

She’s Still In There » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Boyfriend!40s Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend/Agent!Female Reader with Post Serum Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes x Winter Soldier!Female Reader with Steve Rogers/Captain America, Sam Wilson/Falcon, and Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow

Summary: You fall off the train during a mission in the 1940s. Years later, Bucky has an encounter with you and does everything he can to get you back to your normal self.

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, soft Smut (18+), language, mentions of death, HYDRA, nightmares, violence, blood, crying, husband!Bucky/wife!reader, kissing, hickeys, sweet/dirty talk, unprotected sex, praise kink, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the request @bladesismylife 🩵

A/N #2: Italic text is nightmares and flashbacks. Thank you to @buck-star for helping come up with some ideas for this!🩵 Bucky is still a Super Soldier and let’s pretend that Bucky doesn’t have a metal arm, he’s not the Winter Soldier, and he’s a SHIELD Agent in this. Enjoy!

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

1945

“I don’t think the guys would appreciate that we keep kissing when we’re supposed to be working.” You giggled softly.

“I don’t care.” Bucky says, pecking your lips once again.

You smiled and kissed him sweetly. The kiss was short lived when Steve pulled you and Bucky apart.

“I’m happy that you two are in love, but no kissing during missions.” Steve says.

“Yes, Captain!” You and Bucky say, playfully saluting him.

Steve playfully rolled his eyes at you guys.

“See you guys down there.” Steve says.

“We’re right behind you.” Bucky says.

Steve zip lines down to the train. Bucky zipped line behind him a few seconds after him, along with you. You three landed on top of the train. Bucky opened the hatch on the train’s roof. Steve jumped inside first, then you, and Bucky. Steve held his shield in front of himself. Bucky shielded you with his body, which you find sweet.

Steve got separated from you two when a sliding door closed and a HYDRA agent started shooting at you and Bucky. You guys dodged the blasts and shot at him, taking him down with ease. Then Bucky ran out of bullets. The sliding door opened back up and Steve tossed a gun to Bucky. He caught it and picked up where he left off. Steve used all of his strength to push something heavy into the HYDRA agent, which knocked him down.

“I had him on the ropes.” Bucky says.

“I know you did.” Steve says.

A HYDRA agent came up behind Bucky and Steve, aiming his gun at them.

“Guys, watch out!” You shouted.

They turned around to see him. Steve pushed you and Bucky behind him to shield you guys from the blast he shot at you guys, which knocked all you three to the floor and made a hole in the train’s wall. You picked up Steve’s shield and started shooting at him. The HYDRA agent shot a blast at you, sending you outside of the train. You were hanging on a handle that was about to fall off.

“Y/N, I’m coming!” Bucky yells.

You nodded. Bucky moved towards you carefully, trying not to fall off.

“Grab my hand!” He yells, extending his hand out to you.

You reached your hand out to his, your fingertips brushing lightly against his before the handle gave out and you fell off the side of the train. You screamed as you plummeted downward.

“Y/N!” Bucky screams, watching you fall.

Bucky gets back on the train with Steve’s help. He stared down where you fell. He broke down in tears. Steve put a comforting hand on Bucky’s back. Steve teared up too.

“Come on, man. Y/N would want us to finish this mission successfully.” Steve says softly.

Bucky nods and sniffles. He wiped his tears away before standing up and finishing the mission with Steve. The only thing Bucky wants to do is that he wants to take down every single HYDRA agent with his bare hands for what happened to you.

PRESENT DAY

That day of you fall off the train has haunted Bucky for years. He can still hear your scream as you plummeted down thousands of feet. Bucky was tossing and turning in his sleep, sweat covered his face.

“Grab my hand!” He yells, extending his hand out to you.

You reached your hand out to his, your fingertips brushing lightly against his before the handle gave out and you fell off the train. You screamed as you plummeted downward.

Once again, Steve had to wake up Bucky from his reoccurring nightmare. He walked over to Bucky’s bed and sat down next to him.

“Buck.” Steve gently shook him. “Wake up. You’re having that nightmare again.” He whispers.

“Y/N!” Bucky shouts when he finally woke up from the nightmare.

Steve moved back a bit to give Bucky some space. Bucky sat up, breathing heavily.

“I almost had her.” Bucky says, his voice cracking and eyes tearing up.

“I know you did.” Steve says softly, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Bucky inhales deeply and shakily exhales.

“What time is it?” Bucky asks.

“Almost 8am. Training starts in a couple hours.” Steve says.

“I’ll be ready in a little bit.” He says.

“Take all the time you need.” He says, patting his shoulder.

Bucky smiles. Steve left his bedroom so he can get ready for the day. He got out of bed and went to the bathroom to splash cold water in his face to wake himself up more before getting dressed.

Training for Bucky consists of sparring with Steve and punching at the punching bag. Today, he just punched the punching bag. He’s already on the second one after busting the first one.

“Did he have that nightmare again?” Natasha asks, standing next to Steve.

“Yes.” Steve answers quietly.

Fury walks in the gym when Bucky punched the punching bag so hard that he sent it across the gym, sand leaking out of it.

“I’ll pay for those.” Bucky says, pointing at the busted punching bags.

“Don’t worry about it.” Fury says.

Bucky nods and left the gym. Steve watched him leave, already knowing that he’s going home to think about you like he always does.

“Bucky needs to go out more instead of upsetting himself about his girlfriend’s death.” Natasha says.

“I agree.” Steve says.

Steve got to thinking. Bucky leaving the apartment more often than just going to SHIELD would be good for him.

“Where are we going?” Bucky asks, leaning forward and sticking his head in between the front seats.

“That’s for us to know and for you to find out.” Steve says.

Natasha pulled Bucky back in his seat. He sighs and looks out the window, watching cars pass by. Suddenly, a car hit Sam’s car, startling everyone in the car. A thud was heard on the roof of the car and then a hand was punched through the windshield and ripped the steering wheel out of the car. Everyone’s eyes went wide. Steve put the car in park and whoever was on the roof of the car flew off of it and landed on the road a great distance away from them. Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Natasha stared at you. They knew who you were without having to see your face. They all got out of the car, running away from you.

You shot at them, missing all of them and shooting Steve’s shield. The four of them knew what they had to do… fight back. Steve already had his shield and Natasha had a couple guns on her. Bucky and Sam knocked out a couple HYDRA agents and took their guns. You dodged the bullets with ease when they shot at you. You looked at all four of them, trying to decide who to go for first. That’s when your eyes landed on Bucky. You walked towards him. You aimed your gun at him, shooting at him. Bucky dodged the bullets by hiding behind a random car. Steve threw his shield past you to catch you off guard so Bucky could get away from you. You ended up catching his shield and threw it at Bucky. It got stuck in a nearby van. Bucky looked at the shield and then looked at you.

You got a knife out of your thigh holster and flipped it in your hand before making your way toward him. You tried to stab him, but Bucky stopped you each time. He managed to smack the knife out of your hand and ran. You chased after him, catching up with him with ease and jumped on his back. You put him in a chokehold with your arms. Bucky stumbled backwards, grabbing onto a car so he didn’t fall. He reached his hands back, grabbing onto your tactical jacket and used all of his strength to throw you off of him. Your goggles and mask fell off your face when you hit the ground. You turned around, staring at Bucky. Bucky’s eyes went wide and his heart dropped to the pit of his stomach.

“Y/N?” Bucky says with shock in his voice.

“Who the hell is Y/N?” You asked.

Steve caught up to Bucky, his eyes going wide when he seen you. Sam came flying behind you and kicked you to knock you down when you aimed a gun at Bucky and Steve. You stood up, staring at Bucky. Natasha shot at you.

“Stop shooting at her!” Bucky yells at her, smacking the gun out of her hand.

Bucky looked over to where you were standing, only to find out that you weren’t there anymore. He ran all over the place in the area to find you, but couldn’t find you. His mind was all over the place. He fell to his knees in the middle of the road. He didn’t know what to think. Steve, Sam, and Natasha caught up to Bucky.

“Bucky, are you ok?” Steve asks softly, crouching down next to him.

“She’s alive.” Bucky mumbles. “She looked right at me and didn’t recognize me as her boyfriend.” He says, his eyes tearing up.

It took everything in Bucky to not break down in tears. Tears did roll down his cheeks. He knows one thing… he’s going to go after you and try to get you to remember him.

———

You were back at the HYDRA base getting patched up. You were leaning back in the chair, staring off at the wall on the other side of the room. You were lost in your thoughts. There was something familiar about the man you fought today.

“James!” You squealed when Bucky picked you up from behind and spun you around.

Bucky put you back on your feet and turned you around so you two were face to face. He cupped your cheeks and kisses you passionately. You smiled against his lips and grasped onto his Army uniform.

“I missed you today, doll.” Bucky whispers against your lips.

“We seen each other this morning before you trained.” You say with a smile.

“That was hours ago.” He says with a playful pout.

You giggled and pecked his pouty lips softly.

“We’re going out for dinner and dancing tonight.” He says softly.

“Sounds romantic. I can’t wait.” You almost whispered, smiling up at your boyfriend.

You quickly sat up, shoving away the doctor who was patching you up. The HYDRA agents who were in the room pointed their guns at you. Alexander Pierce, Brock Rumlow, and a few other people walked in the room. Pierce motioned for the agents to put their guns down, in which they did.

“Mission report.” Pierce says.

Instead of answering him, you stared off at the wall again. Pierce smacked you across your face when you didn’t answer him. You furrowed your eyebrows, thinking about the familiar man you seen today.

“The man on the bridge…” You looked up at Pierce. “Who was he?” You asked.

“Which one?” He asks.

“The one with the long brown hair.” You replied.

“He was part of your assignment today.” He says.

“I knew him. I knew the blonde man too.” You say softly.

Pierce started talking about how you shaped the century, but you weren’t really listening. You kept thinking about the long haired man on the bridge.

“I’m going to need you to do it one more time.” He says.

You nodded, agreeing to do it again.

“Wipe her memory.” Pierce says.

The doctor nodded and pushed you back in the chair, strapping your arms down to the arms of the chair. You tried to prepare yourself for the pain that’s about to come when you get your memory wiped, even though, you know what it feels like.

———

“Bucky, you’re not thinking rationally. Y/N needs to be stopped at all costs.” Steve says.

“I don’t care, Steve. I’m going try to get her to remember the man she’s in love with.” Bucky says.

“Barnes, she’s the Winter Soldier. She can easily kill you.” Natasha says.

“That’s a risk I’m willing to take.” He says.

“Buck…” Steve whispers.

“Don’t try to stop me, Steve. My mind is made up.” He says.

Steve grabbed Bucky’s arm to get him to stop walking.

“I care about her too, Buck.” Steve says softly.

“She’s still in there, Steve. I know it. Please let me do this.” Bucky says, his eyes tearing up.

Steve seen the sadness in his best friend’s eyes. He knows how much you mean to Y/N. He’s also not going to let him do this alone.

“You’re not doing this alone. You’re gonna need a team.” Steve says, referring to himself, Natasha, and Sam.

Sam and Natasha nodded in agreement, agreeing to help him out. Bucky looks at Steve and then looks at Sam and Natasha.

“I’m in charge.” Bucky says.

Steve nods.

“Suit up and get your weapons ready. Y/N needs our help.” He says.

———

Steve, Sam, and Natasha with helping Bucky get to you. Now, Bucky is standing inside of the helicarrier across from you, a few feet separating you guys.

“Please don’t make me do, doll.” Bucky pleads softly.

You stared at him with no emotion. Bucky watched as watched took a knife out of your thigh holster and flipped it in your hand. He took a deep breath before you two charged at each other. Bucky easily avoided the knife. He managed to tackled you to the ground. He yanked the knife out of your hand and threw it somewhere in the hellicarrier. He pins your legs down with his legs and pins your arms above your head, holding them down with one hand. His free hand gently caresses your cheek.

“You’re not the Winter Soldier, doll. Your name is Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N.” Bucky says, trying to get through to you.

You squirmed in his hold, trying to get free. Bucky’s strength overpowered yours.

“Remember me, doll? It’s James. I’m your boyfriend.” He tells you.

You still tried to get free of his hold on you.

“This isn’t you. This is HYDRA’s control on you. You have to fight it, babydoll. Can you do that for me?” He says softly.

You used all of your strength and somehow got free of Bucky’s hold. You kneed him in the stomach to get him off of you. He groaned in pain and fell to the ground next to you. You sat up and got on top of him, pointing a gun at him.

“You’re my mission.” You growled, cocking the gun.

“Then finish it. I’m with you to the end of the line, doll. Just know, I forgive you.” Bucky says softly.

You lowered your gun, staring at Bucky in confusion and wide eyes. You were confused on why he was giving up so easily. That’s when all of your memories came flooding back into your mind like a broken dam. You dropped the gun and got off of Bucky, sitting down next to him and held your head in your heads. Your breathing became heavy and squeezed your eyes shut. Bucky sat up, keeping his eyes on you.

“Y/N?” Bucky says softly.

You finally recognized his voice. You looked up, seeing the man you fell in love with years ago.

“James?” You whispered.

“It’s me, doll.” He whispers.

You threw yourself in his arms, hugging him tightly. Tears fell from your eyes and his.

“Let’s get you out of here.” He says softly, picking you up bridal style.

———

Over a year later, you and Bucky got married and bought a house. You and him couldn’t ask for a more perfect life than this.

“Bucky.” You giggled when Bucky kissed your neck softly, his stubble tickling your neck. “Your beard is tickling me.” You say.

“You’ve never complained about it before.” Bucky says.

He spun you around and kissed you sweetly. The kiss turned heated quickly. Bucky picked you up and carried you to yours and his bedroom. He gently laid you down on the bed and hovered over you, his Army dog tags dangling above your face. Bucky smiles as he gazes down at you. You gazed up at him, moving his long hair out of his face.

“You’re unbelievably gorgeous, babydoll.” Bucky whispers before kissing you passionately.

Bucky’s hands found their way to the bottom of your -his- t-shirt and took it off of you, pulling away from your lips momentarily. His fingers traced every scar on your body before softly kissing each one of them.

Your hands tugged at Bucky’s t-shirt, wanting it off. Bucky sat back on his knees to take his shirt off. He then put his hands on the tops of your thighs, rubbing them as he gaze down at you. His hands made their way to the waistband of your leggings. He looked at you, waiting for permission. You lifted your hips as a way of giving him permission. Bucky took your leggings off and dropped them on the floor.

“How come I’m showing more skin than you?” You asked with a pout.

Bucky chuckles lightly before getting off the bed to take his sweatpants off. You took your bra and panties off while Bucky took off his boxers. He got back on the bed in between your spread legs. He leaned over you and gave you a soft kiss.

“Are you ready, babydoll?” Bucky asks softly.

“Yes.” You replied softly.

Bucky lined his hard cock at your entrance and slowly slid it in your pussy. A soft gasp left your lips. Your hands grasped onto his arms, digging your nails in his skin. Even though, you’re used to his size, it just feels different compared to what his size years ago.

“James…” You moaned softly.

“I got you, babydoll.” He almost whispers. “I’ll take care of you.” He says softly.

Bucky’s thrusts were gentle and loving, which you didn’t mind. You love it when he’s gentle and loving with you. Sometimes you want more. You and Bucky liked to switch it up between gentle and loving and quick and fast in the 40s, but now, he’s just gentle with you. He doesn’t want you to be uncomfortable in any way, even though he knows what you can handle and he’s known you for years.

“More please.” You begged softly.

Bucky complies to your soft begs. He sped up his thrusts. You threw your head back against the pillow, enjoying the pleasure you were receiving from your husband. Bucky leaned down, kissing along the column of your neck. He moved his lips to the side of your neck, his teeth nipping on your skin as he marked you up.

You and Bucky gazed at each other with love and adoration in your eyes. You grasped onto his dog tags, giving them a yank to pull him down for a kiss. Bucky’s lips felt soft against yours. Your hands found their way to his head, carding your fingers through his long soft brown hair. One of Bucky’s hands gently caressed your cheek.

“I love you, James.” You say softly and breathlessly.

“I love you too, babydoll.” Bucky almost whispers.

Your orgasm was building up. So was Bucky’s. He could sense it.

“You close, doll?” He pants.

You moaned and nodded your head in response. Bucky started rubbing your clit, your orgasm coming fast.

“Oh god!” You threw your head back against the pillow. “Fuck, James!” You moaned loudly.

“Cum for me, doll.” He says softly.

A loud moan left your lips as you came on his cock. Bucky rubbed your clit a few more times before focusing on his own orgasm, which wasn’t too far behind yours. A low moan left Bucky’s lips as he came inside of you. His thrusts came to a stop and he pulled out, laying down next to you. You snuggled yourself against your husband.

“Can I ask you something?” You asked after a few minutes.

“Anything, doll.” Bucky says.

“That day on the bridge and hellicarrier, how did you know I was still there?” You asked softly.

“I just knew when I seen you. You’ve always been the woman I fell in love with when we were in the Army.” He almost whispers.

You smiled and leaned up to kiss him sweetly.

“You’ve always been the man I fell in love with.” You whispered.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

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tangybug · 2 years ago

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#theyre everything to me #ladybug #ladybug bullet train #maria beetle #beetlebug #bullet train #bullet train 2022 #texts #text posts

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delphi-shield · 10 months ago

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instant connection .ᐟ.ᐟ

di!leon x reader - long-distance relationship - part 1

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leon's a liar.

he doesn't mean to be. he tells you he works in security because it's easier than explaining the shitshow that is the DSO. you'll ghost him in a few messages anyway - and if you don't, he'll do the honors.

leon. 6'0''. works in security at no. undecided on kids. doesn't drink, doesn't smoke, long-term relationship, open to short. his first picture is of him throwing a peace sign to the camera, hair immaculate. (he'd had to crop out the hideous monster, a writhing mass of flesh and teeth, and now bullets. leon had realized very quickly that most of his selfies were ones he sent to hunnigan and ranged from drowned cat couture, 'forgot my umbrella today' to 'i'll help you train if you want to be a field agent, you're missing out', encouragement in the same frame as his latest monstrosity.)

the only thing completely true on his profile is his name and his status as a non-smoker and newly minted teetotaler. (according to his sobriety chip, he hasn't touched a drink in eight months. he keeps it in the same pocket he used to stash his flask in.) he's probably six foot in his shoes, he figures. that's only a half lie. 'undecided' should be 'unlikely', but that hadn't been an option in the drop down menu. his therapist says he needs to keep himself open to happiness, not to hold his dreams under water and drown them the moment he dares to have hope. it sounds kind of like bullshit, but undecided is the closest he's letting himself get to optimism for the time being. it's the same deal with long-term, open to short - blind optimism undercut by what he knows life has in store for him.

companionship isn't in the cards for him, not in any meaningful way, and that's fine. you get used to it after a while. it dulls out, gets hazy, only really creeps in on lazy weekends when he leaves the window cracked, swept in on sweet-smelling spring breezes.

it's one of those days when he opens his dating app to review his scant few likes. he clears the cobwebs from his profile only often enough to keep it active (there's that hope again). activity was few and far between, usually saved up to have claire or hunnigan go through his options and point out red flags that he would gladly sail right past - but that day, a cavern had opened in his chest. he only knew how to fill it with validation.

you were half-way across the goddamn country. you'd probably liked him weeks ago when you were passing through. seemed like a safe enough bet. more than likely, you'd never respond. even if you did, this would never work out. the distance was crazy.

so of course he messages you.

all right, what's wrong with you?

kind of a weird thing to say to a stranger, but you take it in stride and turn the question back on him when you respond an hour and a half later, the notification so surprising to him that he has to reel back through your profile to see what he's actually dealing with.

the distance makes it safe. there's a buffer between you. unspoken, mutual understanding that this is impractical and a waste of time.

the messages get more frequent. the stilted conversation melted to daily updates, and he'd exchanged phone numbers with you out of convenience. the app was a pain in the ass. he didn't want to get guff for being on a dating app during work hours, but texts were easily hand-waved. daily pictures escalated to weekly calls, which mutated into scheduled movie nights. there were a host of classics he needed to show you. his contribution to society was making one more person culturally conscious of leon s. kennedy's greatest hits.

leon remembers exactly where he was when you'd sleepily confessed that you weren't talking to anyone else. posted up in a hotel in belgium, getting ready for his operation. it was the middle of the night for you. the day loomed ahead of him, loaded with hostility and viscera. you were half asleep. he could have told you anything and you would have hummed and forgot it, nestled into your pillow. he tells you the truth instead, that he'd deleted the app you'd met on, that you're the only one he's talking to as well. it's the closest to commitment he can do and you take that promise to your dreams.

since then, he warns you when he'll be away for a 'business conference', unlikely to respond.

(conference sucked, he messages you from his hospital bed. he's fresh off assignment chest wrapped tight in bandages. he'll be out in a few hours. nothing serious. part of him aches to reassure you about something you didn't even know you had to worry about. execs tried to eat me alive out there.)

leon realizes he's fucked when he pays more attention to you, pinned to the top right corner of his laptop, than the cheesy horror-comedy you'd picked out for movie night. one hand itches for the bottle and the other itches for you, imagining what it would feel like with your weight dipping the mattress next to him, how his hand might fit against the arc of your hip - the movie on the big screen, not his laptop, still ignored in favor of watching you.

"are you even paying attention?" your voice crackles over the speaker, competing with the honking of a clown nose. he's lost the plot of the movie, doesn't quite understand where all the clowns came from (outer space, he thinks, but that would be ridiculous). he's too busy replaying your voice in his head, imagining it slower, sleepier, pressed into his shoulder.

"yeah, of course."

"uh-huh," you hum doubtfully.

you encourage him to pay attention to the next scene, pointing as if that will do anything when there's so many miles between you. something about the practical effects. he tries, honest to god, but his eyes keep drifting up to you.

he's not a monster. he waits til the movie is over to spring his stupid idea on you. leon respects the sanctity of film, the intimacy of showing your favorites with another person and the anxious hope that they'll understand the piece of you you're trying to share with them.

but he can't get the idea out of his head, and he'll make it up to you with a thorough analysis of the movie next time you have a movie date because if he doesn't say this now he's going to pussy out.

"listen, i was thinking," he ruminates, taking his time to chew his words. plenty of time to back out. leon's grown good at identifying what sort of anxiety is brewing in his gut - perks of the job - and he knows he'll kick himself if he back out now.

"that's rare."

"hilarious. i'm serious, i've been thinking. i've got some time off built up. if i don't use it by the end of the year, they don't pay it out. company's a bunch of cheap asses."

he's talking in circles and you've already reached the ending. he leans a little closer to the screen, hopes the look in your eye is glee and not fear.

"so..." leon trails off. plenty of room to back out. if you don't grasp this he'll just ask for travel tips and lick his wounds somewhere warm and tropical.

but you don't offer that. you sit up a little straighter. he swears that's a smile that you're fighting to keep down. "so...how soon are you thinking?"

casual. nice.

"as soon as possible." less casual. shit. "i was thinking a week. is that--?"

"that's great. can you let me know the dates?"

"yeah. yeah, of course."

this is going too well. too smoothly.

leon takes a breath, combs his fingers through his hair.

"we are talking about me coming to visit, right?"

you laugh at him. he's never been so happy to be laughed at.

"yeah, leon. you're coming to visit."

"just making sure."

it's impractical. it's unlikely. his therapist is going to have a field day next session. he still hasn't figured out what to do when you find out that 'security' had been a very misleading description of his work, or when you figure out that he's only 5'10'' on a good day. none of it is fair to you, he realizes, but booking his flight is his first step in trying to do right by you.

"i'll pick you up from the airport," you insist.

"i want a sign with my name on it."

"i'll put 'kennedy' on it and wear a suit and sunglasses so people think you're a big deal."

"i kind of am a big deal."

you roll your eyes. "oh, my mistake."

if only you knew that was the truth.

dividers from @/adornedwithlight

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♡ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 › 2.0k

♡ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 › atsumu x reader, gn!reader, atsumu gets in an off-page fight over the reader, fluff.

♡ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 › after getting stood-up on a date, atsumu sees his chance to swoop in and steal your heart.

♡ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 › i only recently jumped on the atsumu train, so he may be a bit ooc, but i'm in love with what i wrote so hopefully you will be too and you can forgive me. also, not proofread, sorry, i was so excited to post this.

The tears streaming down your cheeks were cold and salty and stung when the winter wind hit your face. You hated that you were crying. It wasn’t like you were heartbroken. You didn’t even like the guy, you barely knew him. It was more that you were a hopeless romantic who accepted an offer for a coffee date despite knowing little more than the guy's name. Love was unpredictable, a mysterious being that worked in round-about ways. Maybe she had chosen this unknown blue-eyed boy from the class below yours to be your soul mate.

Alas, after stopping you on your way home to ask if you'd like to go on a date and exchanging numbers, he hadn't even possessed the human decency to reply to your messages asking where he was, if he was running late. The only response you received was the minuscule text under your message bubble reading “read”.

So, no, you weren't heartbroken. You weren't entirely sure what you were. Disappointed? Embarrassed? Both seemed to fit. Regardless, you tried to find the bright side. Maybe you’d just dodged a bullet. If his actions today spoke anything of his character, then he would have been a lousy boyfriend.

Still, here you were, dressed up in a cute but warm baby blue and pink outfit, ready for at least a morning of cosy winter date activities. It would really be a waste of a cute outfit if you were to go home immediately. Who said you couldn’t take yourself on a nice date?

Wiping the tears off your face, you spun on your heel, determined to not let the day be unhappy. First, you needed a snack and a warm beverage. There was an adorable cafe in the other direction that was miles better than the one your not-date had suggested.

“Oh, Y/N!”

“Atsumu?”

The tall blonde boy grinned, wiping the light sheen of sweat on his forehead away. Judging by his shoes and athletic attire, he was out on a run. “Hey, Y/N. How are you? What are you doing here?”

Miya Atsumu wasn’t someone you would consider yourself to be particularly close to, but the two of you had miraculously managed to be in the same class all throughout highschool. So, you knew him more than an acquaintance would, but less than a friend. However, you were on a given-name basis, mostly due to him having a twin brother. Atsumu had been seated behind you this first semester, though, so there was always potential for the relationship to bloom into friendship. Still, you weren’t there yet, so confessing to being stood up just moments ago was out of the question.

“Oh, um, you know, just the usual—”

“You’re crying.”

Suddenly, he was right in front of you, his nose barely ten centimetres from yours, cupping your face in his big, rough hands. His chocolate eyes were wide and concerned, pulling his thick brows together.

“N-No, I’m not,” you stuttered, taken aback by Atsumu’s unexpected closeness. Your heart was pounding against your chest, anxiety pushing its speed faster and faster. If he got any closer, you’re sure you would pass out.

“Your eyes are red and watery,” he said with a seriousness you didn’t know he possessed.

“I have allergies,” you lied.

“Y/N, I’m not a complete idiot.”

“Listen, I’m fine,” you said, trying your best to avoid his eyes as you peeled his hands off your face. They were too close, too intense. “I promise. I’m already over it.”

“Okay, then what were you crying about?” he asked, bending his head to try to follow your gaze.

“It’s nothing really. I just got stood up.” You forced a smile. “But it’s okay, I’m over it really. I barely even knew the guy.”

Something in Atsumu’s expression shifted darkly before landing on a bright smile. “Oh, really? I’m sorry that happened to you. Who were you supposed to meet?”

Suspicion tickled at the back of your mind, but you told him anyway. “Furutani Hide.”

“Furutani, huh?” Atsumu pondered. “Nah, can’t say I know the guy.”

“I don’t really either,” you confessed. “He asked me out randomly at school.”

“Why’d you say yes if you don’t know him?” asked Atsumu, brows pulling together again.

It occurred to you at that moment that his eyebrows were a lot darker than the rest of his hair. Was he a fake blonde? How had you never noticed before? His hair was kind of an unusual colour now that you really considered it.

“Well, uh… I don’t know…” you said sheepishly, twisting a ring around your finger. “My friends say I’m a hopeless romantic . I think I’m just… optimistic.”

You raised your eyes to Atsumu’s and found him staring at you eyes wide and mouth agape. Then he cleared his throat and regained his composure. Why he lost it in the first place, you weren’t sure. Maybe he… No. Had you not learnt your lesson? This was the kind of thinking that had led to you crying your eyes out not five minutes ago.

“Either way,” Atsumu said, scratching the back of his head, “it’s his loss. I mean, can’t say I know you super well, but just from being your classmate for three years, I can tell you’re a pretty cool person.”

His words caught you off guard.

“Really?”

Atsumu shrugged. “Yeah.”

A gentle heat rose in your cheeks. “Wow. Thanks, Atsumu.”

“Eh, no problem. Look, I gotta go, but I’ll see you at school on Monday. Try to cheer up in the meantime, okay?”

“Okay,” you whispered, returning his wave as he started up his jog again.

By the time Monday rolled around, you were completely over being stood-up and your brain was on its way to forgetting about the whole incident. That was until you happened to be passing by the teacher’s lounge when the door slid open and out trudged Furutani Hide, slouched and dazed, looking extremely worse for wear. His hair was sticking up in odd places, his tie was screwed drastically to the left against his white shirt which was oddly dirty. Worst of all, one of his nostrils was plugged with a tissue and the other was freely leaking crimson blood.

At the sight of you, Furutani’s back straightened before he snapped at the waist, blurting, “Y/F/N, I’m terribly sorry for asking you on a date then standing you up. I am a spineless coward and will never do such a thing to anyone ever again. I will stay out of your way and never bother you again.”

You watched slack-jawed as he bowed twice more then sprinted out of sight, down the hallway, nearly knocking over three other students.

“Well, I’m glad we got that cleared up.”

Turning back to the teacher’s lounge, you watched Miya Atsumu waltz towards you, hands tucked into his trouser pockets, as casual and confident as ever. He was sporting an all-too-pleased-with-himself smirk and bandaid on his cheekbone. His hair and tie were also askew, but in a slightly purposeful way. His shirt was relatively spotless but his trouser knees were stained with dust.

“Atsumu…” you said slowly, piecing together a scenario that you hoped both did and did not happen. “What did you do…?”

“Bold of you to assume I did anything,” he replied coyly, stepping almost as close as he had when you last spoke to him. “The pig probably just had a change of heart.”

“Atsumu,” you repeated, harsher than before.

Sighing, he rolled his head around his shoulders then met your questioning gaze. Were you really going to make him say it?

You didn’t falter, making a show of crossing your arms and shifting your weight onto one leg, popping your hip out.

Atsumu sighed again. “Fine. I didn’t like the fact that he stood you up on your date. Soooo… I may or may not have…” He avoided your gaze. “... told him he needed to apologise to you when I saw him at lunch.”

You waited.

“And punched him in the face.”

“Atsumu!” you gasped. Yes, you had assumed some sort of fight had occurred, but you hadn’t expected Atsumu to be the instigator. “What were you thinking?”

“I wasn’t really.”

At least he could admit it.

“I was just really pissed off,” he said, shrugging.

Whilst you were flattered that a boy would get into a fight on your behalf, you really couldn’t condone that sort of behaviour. “There was no need for you to be pissed off,” you scolded him.

“He was literally flirting with some other girl,” Atsumu exclaimed, hands flying out of his pockets to emphasise the drama of his statement.

“That doesn’t matter, Atsumu,” you continued. “I’m over it. Way over it. Even if I wasn’t, it hardly concerns you, so why would you—”

“Uh, yeah, it kinda does concern me, ‘specially when it’s hurting the person that I like.”

You froze. “Oh.”

Atsumu rolled his eyes. Now, it was his turn to cross his arms judgmentally. “Yeah, ‘oh’.”

At his unexpected confession, all the words in your vocabulary had left you along with the air in your lungs.

Atsumu continued with his confession, full steam ahead stepping closer to until your own retaliation steps had you almost pressed against the wall. “You know, for someone who’s friends would call them a hopeless romantic but would prefer to describe themselves as ‘optimistic’, you really are blind to romance.” He placed his hands on the windowsill on either side of your body, caging you between his arms. “I’ve been flirting with you since the start of the year when I got seated behind you.”

Your heart was beating like you’d just run a marathon, pounding against your ribcage. You regained just enough words and air to mumble, “I thought you were just being friendly.”

“Oh my God, Y/N,” Atsumu groaned, physically deflating. “You’re so dense.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“Don’t apologise,” Atsumu replied, lifting one arm to tuck a stray hair behind your ear. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I should have just been straight forward with my feelings.” His fingers trailed down and around to your jaw to pull your gaze up to his. “I like you, Y/N. Have for a while now.”

Butterflies burst in your stomach, the heat from their frantic fluttering flowing into your cheeks.

“And, I dunno if you’re, like, traumatised by your last date, but I’m still gonna ask. Do you want to go out with me after school today? I can guarantee you there is no chance of me ditching. Plus, I sit right behind you, so you can keep an eye on me the whole time.”

He waited patiently while you processed his words. His sunny brown eyes flecked with gold and bronze watched you intensely, anticipation steadily building. It was clear to you that he was being sincere when he said he liked you. The way he was looking at you was something you had fantasised about over and over: a look of fondness and hope and unwavering affection. It was an optimist’s dream come true.

You were right in your thoughts on love. Not about her choosing Furutani Hide as your soulmate, but about her being an unpredictable, mysterious being that worked in round-about ways. Who could have predicted that the final push for you and Atsumu would be him beating up the guy that stood you up? Not even the most hopeless of romantics.

“Yes,” you finally replied, causing Atsumu to flinch, his face lighting up. “I do want to go out with you.”

Much to your amusement, Atsumu jumped for joy, fist pumping the air in excitement. “Oh my God, that’s great. I’m so hyped, you don’t even know.”

You giggled. Yeah, this seemed more like your soulmate.

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