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"Tattoo Session"

Choi Subong "Thanos" x Male Reader

Word count: 3028

Type: fluff

Contents: Thanos a menace, tattooing, drugs, reader being traumatized by Thanos' antics, cringe flirting, it's set before Thanos lost on the rap show, reader is Korean-speaking but no ethnicity/nationality mentioned, English is in bold

A/N: For the wonderful @stinkysam !! ❤❤Go check out their work!! Anyways big thanks to them as a lot of these are their ideas and hcs we discussed, and big thanks to them for writing so many amazing Thanos fics!! If you haven't checked out their work I suggest you go do so right away cus they're sooooo gooooooooddd!!! Anyways, sorry for late update, shit went a bit crazy irl 😅😅 I hope it was worth the wait and I hope y'all are doing great tho!! Also big thanks to all fanartists who drew him with his tattoos!! 😅😅❤❤

Request: "Like we talked, reader is Thanos’ tattoo artist, either for his hand or his back or both. Just yapping and cringe flirting. Thanos trying to get your Bluetooth speaker to play his music ? Maybe reader thinking he’s just a huge marvel nerd at first before getting to know him lmao just cute overall."

Afternoon sun lazily shone through the glass doors of your shop in honeyd rays as your hands tirelessly worked on a drawing in front of you, black and messy from charcoal they swiftly and with precision worked against the paper, chisseling at a sketch for tomorrow customer's new tattoo. Light tunes played in the background drowning out the sound of soft buzzing from a nearby fan placed on a shelf against the wall, blowing away little summer heat that snuck in from the outside every time the door opened. Softly humming the song as your foot tapped along against the frame of your desk you focused on the work ahead. It was a peaceful lazy day in your small shop, no customer has come in yet and you were slowly considering closing for the day once you're done with your drawing even if your shift was not quite over yet, deciding whether you should eat out or cook something quick at home while watching your favourite show.

Approaching commotion in front of your shop brought you back from your thoughts as you looked up towards the big glass doors. A small crowd was gathering in front of your shop, seeming to follow a person they were surrounding, and you weren't quite sure what was going on.

The man that was being surrounded by cute girls and even a couple of guys tried to calm the crowd as they all jumped up and down around him squealing giggling and asking for an autograph or a picture, but he didn't seem to mind all the attention he was getting, smugness and self confidence seemed to be his thing.

" Calm down calm down, everyone will get a picture," he chuckles, signing a few autographs before taking a few photos, making sure everyone gets their turn, flirting along with the girls as he did. Two of them even give him plushies, giggling to themselves when he poses with the stuffed animals for a picture.

He stays for a little while with them, catching a few phone numbers, before telling them he loves them all but has to go and shooing them all on their way, they all pout but quickly smile again checking out their photos and autographs as they all slowly leave in different directions.

Sighing he fidgets around with his necklace, popping something into his mouth afterwards, turning around and finally entering the shop a bit too much like he owns it. Purple hair, colourful nails, yellow oversized t-shirt and baggy shorts, along with those big sneakers, the man shoots you a smile the second he spots you at your desk, making his way towards you.

"Good eveni-" you started, getting up from your seat to greet the tall man.

" My boy, come over here-" he pulls you in into a bro shake before you could even finish greeting him, smudging yourself with charcoal that you were still holding onto across the cheek as he does so bit too suddenly, like you were old friends.

He chuckles at you once he lets go, "you have a little something there, pretty boy" he smirks not hesitating to smudge the black dust off with his thumb, holding a purposefully intense eye contact with you, small smirk curling the corner of his lips. You feel a bit weirded out, was he really trying to pull a romantic comedy move on you??

You stand there bit dumbfounded trying to say something before he starts talking again, "I know you're smitten right now by legend Thanos, we can do a date later, but I'd like a tattoo right now my guy," doing a weird move with his hands as if he did a rap verse, placing the two plushies he previously held onto on your desk without much question.

Trying to process that level of audacity and what you just witnessed you blink a couple of times, scratching the fresh memory right off your brain, "U-Uhm yes sure, of course, what would you like to get-"

"Thanos, here in hangul, make it look cool." He points at his back and strikes a cool pose afterwards, placing his arms on his chest.

"Ohh so you're a big marvel fan, that's cool," you smile, hearing his request but completely missing he introduced himself as Thanos moments ago too, mind already starting to think of the best placement for it.

"That's my stage name baby, I'll kill the world with my rap," he raps the last part going bit crazy with his 'rap hands', smirking smugly as he looks at you, totally thinking he rizzed you up with that.

You chuckle, "will you snap me if I give you a bad tattoo?" you grin at him, going to your desk to get your stencil pen and other supplies so you can get started on figuring out the tattoo.

"You're cute I might give you a pass.. But don't ruin my tattoo," he says the last part seriously, "I need to look good on stage as I win the first place."

"Oh so you're a rapper you say?"

" Oh yea! I'm legend Thanos, I know you've heard of me," he wiggles his eyebrow at you, convinced you're faking you've never heard of him, "You watch the show?"

"U-Uhm not really-"

He tries rapping a couple of his verses not even giving you time to answer properly, doing the full on show like he does on the stage, after each looking at you expectingly like you will remember it but after you keep on saying you have no idea who he is he sighs, "I swear you're joking with me, but don't worry you'll get an autograph nevertheless," he winks at you, "even if you're faking it."

"Mhm," you chuckle a bit and roll your eyes, that man was truly something, "Shall we get started?"

" Oh yeah! " he exclaims, rubbing his hands together. His eyes glance across your shop, spotting the speaker nestled on a shelf, "Wait!"

"Yes?"

"Can you pass the speaker, I'll play you some of my songs! I'm sure you've heard of them," he already goes towards it to fetch it, looking towards you so you give him permission.

"Uhm yeah sure," you say as his hands are already on it and he's connecting it to his phone bluetooth, humming a beat as he nods his head along.

Soon a hard beat starts playing from the speaker and Thanos grabs his phone, using it as a microphone as he starts rapping for you along with the song, moving around you as if he's on stage and you're one of the backup dancers playing the main love interest the song was written for.

You chuckle at him, lowkey enjoying the beat and how hard his rapping went even if the lyrics were a bit sappy. Your grin just making him smirk in victory and giving him wind in the back to continue. The guy was weird as hell but you couldn't lie the antics made you laugh. He was also kinda cute.

After he was done with his little show he posed and wiggled his eyebrow at you with a grin, "Hm? What do you think?"

You chuckled as you gave him a little one man applause, "I can't lie, I'm bit impressed."

He grins happily, ego going through the roof, not that he needed the boost, "I knew it."

"Now can we continue with the tattoo, unless you wanna pull an all nighter," you wiggle the pen in your hand, itching to start sketching.

"Oh I don't mind pulling an all nighter with you," he smirks, winking at you.

You sigh, "I set myself up for that one-"

He chuckles, " Alright lets go, but my music stays on, what you were listening to was lowkey trash-"

You sigh again and roll your eyes at him jokingly, "Yeah yeah sure-" you murmur as he fixes the speaker on your desk and sets up a playlist, before returning to you.

"Could you just take off your shirt so we can get started on the placement first-"

" Ohh easy there boy, didn't know you were fun like that," Thanos smirks at you, teasing tone in his voice, but nevertheless gets on taking off that shirt rather fast, tossing it on a nearby chair without a question.

"So I can start sketching...." you repeat yourself, pronouncing every word pointedly so he gets it, sighing a bit exhaustedly afterwards.

Thanos chuckles, punching your shoulder gently as in it's a joke but it lands harder than you expected, making you let out a yelp nearly dropping your stencil pen, "My goodness.." you let out under your breath.

He stares at you smirking, purposefully standing bit too close as he tries not so subtly to flex for you, holding an intense gaze with your own eyes, just now realizing his weren't black just extremely dilated, that explains it, " Like whacha see boy? "

You sigh at his yet another attempt at flirting, "Can you turn around please?" 'This is gonna be a long one.'

He chuckles, turning around swiftly on his heel and stopping once his back is facing you, flexing again unprompted.

You roll your eyes, he's really relentless.

Popping your sharpie open you start to work on the placement, or rather try to, as Thanos keeps moving his body to the rhythm of the track that was playing on the speaker, seeming as if he forgot what he's doing.

"Uhm can you please stay still?"

"Oh yeah, sorry," he lets out, but not even a minute passes by and he's nodding his head again. You huff to yourself but try your best to finish the sketch, hoping the tattooing stage goes a bit, well, smoother.

Once done, you let him check it out in the mirror, seeing his grin grow as he flexes his back in it, hugging you tightly afterwards and smushing your face into his bare chest as he lifts you off the ground, " I love it!! "

Does he do this to all his tattoo artists?

"Awesome, we can get to tattooing then," you fixed yourself up once he put you back onto the ground.

" Lets goooo," he grins, plopping himself onto the tattooing chair bit too harshly. Again, this is gonna be a looong one.

Clean up, desinfecting, shaving, proper stencil. Each bit harder than the last with his constant wiggling despite your pleas but with a final pour of the black ink into a small cup you were finally ready to start tattooing.

Thanos was humming a tune and just let out a small "mhm" once you asked if he was ready.

Night was already setting across the city as the buzz of your trustworthy machine mixed with the loud music coming from the speaker that echoed through the small shop. You were fighting for your life as the man underneath you, seemingly unphased by the pain you were providing him with, moved to the music.

"Thanos, darling, please stop moving," you pleaded once again.

"Oh darling?" He smirked, "Will do, sorry."

He calmed for a bit, having understood he should remain still if he wants a tattoo and not a chicken scratch and you proceeded to draw a fine framing line to one of the letters before he moved abruptly, almost giving you a heart attack, pointing to a spot on his lower back, "Can you scratch me there real quick, I'm itchy."

Shaking off the 10 years he just took of your life you stared at him for a few moments blinking a couple of times before you realized you might as well, if you ever wanted to finish this tattoo that is. "Uhm yeah, uh here?" you asked, pointing to a spot he vaguely wiggled at with his finger.

"Ohh yeah that's perfect," he let out various hums as you scratched at it, taking a bit before letting out a " Thanks man," before settling back into the reclined chair, foot moving to the beat of a track that just started playing.

Changing your gloves you picked up your machine again and sent your plea to God before continuing your mission.

Surprisingly the man underneath you seemed unusually calm, you thought he finally understood he had to stay still before hangul turned to hieroglyphs, but not even a minute passed before light snores started to escape his parted lips, he was fast asleep. You stared in awe before catapulting yourself back to work, using up every calm moment from him to the fullest, thanking God he granted your poor tortured soul some mercy.

And soon enough one letter, two, three, line here, two there and one staring from his ear down his whole left hand and two around his right, one thicker and the other thinner. And just like that the tattoo was over.

You were finishing two small lines wrapping around the fingers of his right hand when he was slowly coming to. Light noises escaping him as his eyes fluttered open and he smiled up at you still tugged back by his dreamy state, "Did I die, am I in heaven? I gotta be when there's an angel in front of me holding me by my hand-"

You rolled your eyes before he screamed, startling you as you just in time managed to pull the machine away from his skin as he smacked his other hand across it as hard as he could, before blinking a couple times and then sighing with relief, "I thought it was a spider-," he chuckled as he waved it off as if it was nothing, referring to a detailed tattoo that was gracing the back of his right hand, "This is the third time this week," he murmured as he stretched, sitting up in the chair and looking over at you recovering from another 10 years taken off your life, "We done, pretty boy?"

You fixed yourself up before letting out, "Y-Yeah, all done," you cleaned up his fingers before letting him stand up and look at himself in the mirror.

" WHOAAAA!! This is so cool man!! " he exclaimed excitedly as he flexed in the mirror and looked over his tattoos from every angle possible before running over to you and picking you up again, squeezing the everloving shit out of you, spinning you around, "Thank you so much man!!" he smooched both of your cheeks all over before letting you back down. Definitively the weirdest customer you've ever had.

" The ladies gonna love this! " he grinned as he sat back down on the chair for proper cleanup, oinment and wrapping up. He put his clothes back on rather slowly afterwards, not wanting to take the view away from you and cashed you out as you gathered a cream and cleaning solution for his tattoo for him to take home. You honestly felt like you ran a marathon and you sure were glad you managed to finish it up even if it was way over midnight.

You notice the two plushies he left on your desk, picking them up and waving them to him, "Hey don't forget these."

He smirked and grabbed the bunny out of your hand, snatching a marker from your table too before scribbling something on it and passing it back to you, snagging the bear that you were still holding. "That one will be yours and this one is mine," he winks at you, "so you don't forget me."

"Oh trust me, I will remember you-" you chuckle.

"Oh I know," he smirks, "this pretty face will be hard to get out of your head," he muses wiggling his eyebrows at you.

"Bet," you smirk rolling your eyes, man is he insufferable.

"So pretty boy, cya!" He snags his phone and the bag of meds you gifted him, "text me," he winks at you as he walks backwards towards the door and out the shop, stopping to pop another pill from his necklace into his mouth, snapping a photo with the bear before waving you goodbye and disappearing into the night.

"Text you?" you watched as he left puzzled, "-he didn't even leave a phone number," you mumbled to yourself as you went over to leave the bunny at your desk so you can begin cleaning up.

You looked down at the little pink bunny in your hands, seeing his signature scribbled across it's stomach along with his phone number, "Ah," you blushed a little, placing the little guy on top of a stack of sketch papers on your desk, "stay here little man," you shook the growing heat off your cheeks before tossing yourself on the cleanup, thoughts still lingering on the purple haired man, shop now seeming awfully quiet without him even if your speaker returned to playing your light tunes and the buzz of the fan was audible again.

Later that night, as you were eating your very late dinner, bunny nestled on the table in front of you, your phone started going off with many notifications one after the other. You picked it up in confusion, checking it. You seemed to be tagged in something and all the notifications seemed to be related to it, from likes, comments to follows, so you clicked it to see what it was about.

Your instagram opened to a picture of familiar purple-haired face, bear plush covering lower half of it, winking and posing underneath your shop sign. You were tagged both on the photo and in the caption underneath, "loving my new tattoo!! xoxo" with you tagged and a couple of bunny emojis next to it, the next two photos were of him shirtless showing off your work across his skin and flexing hard, wrapping already long gone and forgotten. You sighed, you're getting a feeling he will be coming back with an infection for an advice or a scratched up tattoo in need of fixing.

As you were pondering about the horrors that tattoo will witness at his hands your phone pinged with a notification once again, this time a message.

thanosthelegend230:

"So, date pretty boy?"

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vayunreblogs · 5 months ago

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They are so 🙏💙✨️

Enjoy the food

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vayunreblogs · 5 months ago

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these stupid cookies make me so ill

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vayunreblogs · 8 months ago

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HEY uhm.. i've been having this idea.. like imagine kenji sato x m!reader athlete as well? help, i just thought the dynamic would be cute. it could be a rival team on the baseball league or another sports. I just thought it would be cool!

STRIKEOUT. — KEN SATO x Male!Athlete READER

Summary: The Hiroshima Toyo Carp may have a new player in town, but his name is nowhere near unheard of. The prized star pitcher of The States takes the country by storm when he spontaneously shows up against the Yomiuri Giants. Ken Sato’s career is given a run for its money.

# # TAGS: Longform, Enemies to Lovers but like Still Enemies as Lovers, A LOT of Tension, Sports Anime-Level of Ridiculous, Star-Athlete!Male Reader, Author Doesn't Actually Know Anything About Baseball, Sort of a Slow Burn? No Beta We Die Like Onda

# # WARNINGS: Mild Violence, Mature Language, Eventual Smut if I’m Brave Enough, English is not My First Language, Around 2000 Words, Part One of ??

Night fell promptly upon the Sato residence. The sun had tucked itself into the sea and left a trail of gold in its warm, glistening wake. From afar, the ever-lively city of New Tokyo lit up street by street.

Beneath the water, in the basement, a newly-bathed Emi waddled towards her corner of the house; smelling of fresh sakura petals, and cuddling a half-crushed Nissan Skyline GT-R. Full from dinner, and satisfied by her shower, she felt the gentle arms of sleep coaxing her to a nap. With a squeaky yawn, and a stretch of her arm, she succumbed to its calls and laid on her spot on the ground. A very amused Hayao Sato came walking after her. “Silly girl. The bath and snack combo never fails to knock you out, huh?”

Kenji Sato, well-dressed for a night out, entered after. He was preoccupied by his sleeves, fingers fumbling to button them shut. “Remember, Dad. No videos after 10 pm. We can’t ruin her sleep schedule again.”

“Of course, Kenji.” His father waved him off with his cane. “You act as if I don’t know her routine like the back of my hand.”

“I’m just making sure.” He was fixing his hair, then, gelling it into place. His eyes narrowed at his own reflection, trying to make sure he wasn’t forgetting anything. “And of course you’ve got Mina to help.”

“Definitely, Ken.” As if on cue, the round hovering bot came floating in. “We have everything under control. You needn’t worry about us here.”

Professor Sato chuckled at his son, leaning on his good foot. “You seem to have a lot of nervous energy in you, Kenji.”

The batter sighed, tugging on his collar one last time. “I’m always nervous when I’m not playing.” Deciding he looked alright, Ken left his reflection alone. “No idea why. Might have something to do with my dislike towards things that I can’t control, but I’m not gonna get into that right now–” He shuffled about, searching frantically for his jacket. “Mina, where did I put my–?” An extended robot arm appeared from the floor and handed it to him. “Oh. Thanks.”

“Try to enjoy yourself anyway, Kenji.” Professor Sato had walked over to Emi, who was fast asleep, snoring slightly. He lifted a hand and rubbed her head. “I think it’s good that you go to these games even when you’re not scheduled. I can tell it lifts your team’s spirits.”

“Yeah, well, honestly I’m still trying to get used to it. The whole sportsmanship thing.” Ken sprayed his cologne on. He made a quick jog towards Emi and kissed her cheek. “Sleep tight, Sweetie.” He looked at his dad. With his motorcycle keys now in hand, he walked backwards to their glass elevator. “If anything happens, call me. You know the drill.”

“Yes, Ken,” replied Mina. “We do. Rest assured, there will not be a repeat of last time.”

“Right, right. Last time.” Kenji forced out a laugh. “Look, if she wakes up and I’m not home yet, try to get her to tire herself out. Load up a park. Throw some balls. But no flying outside, please? You know she gets carried away.”

“Understood.”

With a final glance, and a reluctant sigh, he stepped into the lift. “I’ll be back soon.” Leaving her 20-foot Kaiju-of-a-daughter never got any easier — no matter how many times he had gone and done it. He waved his family a quick goodbye, before disappearing from their line of sight.

His dad was right. It was good that he was going. The Giants had a game to win.

"Good evening sports fans! Ladies and gentlefolk, we welcome you to the highly anticipated matchup between the Hiroshima Toyo Carp and your Yomiuri Giants.”

The stadium was bright and buzzing with excitement. Ken was used to the energy, but he never grew tired of it. There was something almost magical about having this many people in a stadium together. Something electrifying about hearing their collective voices. Whether or not he was set to play, the crowd was what grounded him into focus. He adored their cheers, regardless of who it was directed to.

“We’ve got an intense start to the game so far, the home crowd doesn’t look too happy with Tateoka’s second strikeout.”

“How's it looking?” Ken appeared beside his teammate, Yuki, who was watching the game by the barriers.

“Bad. We're dying out there, Sato. Tateoka's our second batter. We're down one strikeout.”

Ken's brows knitted together, intrigued. He had gotten here a little late and missed a good chunk of the first inning. He had missed most of the commentary, too, so he was pretty much left in the dark. All he knew was that the home crowd didn't look too cheerful. And neither did Coach Shimura. ( Though technically, he couldn't remember a time when Shimura looked anything less than disappointed. ) Ken settled into his spot, nursing a canned soda.

The pitcher’s back was against him, his jersey name too far for him to read. He couldn't see who it was. Ken took notice of their form. Their figure. “Wait, who's throwing again?”

His teammate dropped a name so familiar it sent Ken choking on his drink.

“Fucking, who?” He dropped the name of a famous star-athlete. A name he saw on billboards, news reports, articles. A name so expensive it put his vintage cars to shame. A name with a strikeout rate so disgustingly high it had the best teams falling to their knees. A staggering 1.75 ERA. Almost zero walks. Your name, sent a shiver down Ken Sato’s spine. You, the Mets’ notorious Bullet, now a surprise player of the Toyo Carp.

He watched as you turned around. Your face came into view. You were frighteningly calm. The Giants’ batter was one strike away from an out. Kenji swallowed thickly. “When the hell did he get here?”

“Yeah. Apparently they traded him to Carp a week ago. Didn't get much buzz for some reason.” Yuki scoffed. “Think they covered it up? Element of surprise? It was a pretty big move.”

The fact that Kenji had never been put up against you before was sheer dumb luck. That's what he thought, anyway. Despite the fact that the both of you had been celebrities in The States, the seasons just never aligned well enough to get the both of you to play at the same park. But he hadn't dreamed of it. Who in their right mind would? Like a bullet from a gun, your pitches were unstoppable. You had a mutant-like control over the ball. There were studies on the physics of your technique. Even the best batters would miss your throws. And at that moment, as he watched his teammate strike himself out, Kenji wondered if he'd miss, too.

He wouldn't have to keep wondering. Understanding the weight of your presence, the Yomiuri Giants opted to bring in the calvary.

“Sato.” Ken flinched at Shimura’s voice. He looked over his shoulder, facing him. “Locker room. Get dressed — I'm calling you up.”

He laughed, nervously. “You sure that's legal, coach?” He wasn't scheduled to play today, and spontaneously entering a non-player into the field was only allowed upon certain circumstances. Like an injury, for example.

“Of course it is.” Shimura grumbled. “Tokuda just broke his arm.”

The mentioned Tokuda stood behind him, sipping on some soda, with his obviously not-broken arm. “You heard the man, Ken. I just broke my arm.”

Ken grimaced, heading for the door. “The press is going to love this…” Japan's finest batter, versus The States’ fastest pitcher. Oh, this would make the headlines for sure.

Kenji did as he was told. He walked into the locker room, then walked out in full-attire. The speakers crackled to life. There was a steady rise in the crowd’s demeanor. People were slowly piecing the situation together. The announcers were losing their minds. “And It looks like — oh my goodness, folks. I don't believe this. Ken Sato has been called up into the field!”

The stadium went alight. Ken walked into the park and wondered if the lights were a little brighter than usual. He was doing his stretches, rolling his shoulders. His bat was handed to him and he flipped it in his hand. He allowed the cheers to boost his energy, and perhaps a bit of his ego.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we might be witnessing baseball history tonight! Two of the opposing team’s star players have come face to face for the first time ever. And it's happening right here, right now.”

You met his eyes. Ken’s breath hitched. You were so… intense. He couldn't properly describe it. You watched him move into position like a lion stalking its prey.

“Will Sato stop the Toyo Carp’s brand new Bullet? Or will he walk out of this game bleeding?”

The trick was to look them in the eye. A pitcher was no different from a batter when it came to a game. They shared the same weight of responsibility. The only time a stadium is silent is when they're standing face to face. Like a duel. One of Ken’s techniques was staring them down and reminding them that he was a force to be reckoned with. He was Ken Sato, for crying out loud.

Unfortunately for him, you were unshaken. Which he would’ve been offended by, if he were younger and more immature. No matter, he had other things to look for. Like the cues. Each pitcher had their own cue; a sort of tell that told Ken what kind of throw they’d be going for. He didn’t hit those pitches out of pure luck. Contrary to popular belief, he was actually thinking these games through. There were a plethora of things to look at. A pitcher’s stance, their position, which hand they were using. In an easier game, Ken would be able to read these pitchers like an open book.

But if you were a book, then you would've been written in a different language. He could find no such cues. He didn’t really have anything to calculate. You were as unpredictable as you were quick. None of his usual techniques seemed to be working on you.

The last resort: keep your eye on the damn ball, and freakin’ swing.

You held your hand outward, fingers pointed at him. There was a kind of hunger in your eyes, an expression that made Ken’s heart skip a beat. Your focused glare made him feel as if a red dot had appeared on his forehead. Like you had marked him for prey. It felt… personal. Like it wasn’t a part of the game, and you were only pointing at him. A threat. A dare.

You pulled your pitching arm back. He swore he heard a gun cock. The stadium went quiet. The crowd held its breath. So did Ken. He tightened his grip on his bat. He waited, eagerly, for you to make your move. He was counting the milliseconds, watching you, anticipating your throw, waiting for you to shoot.

And you did.

Ken blinked, and the ball was gone from your hands. He released the breath he was holding through a disbelieved scoff. He turned, and the catcher had stumbled slightly, holding your ball. The crowd grew into disarray, a rising cacophony of cheers and boos. They just couldn’t believe it. Ken Sato not only missed your pitch, but wasn’t able to move at all. He couldn’t even swing. You were too fast. Too abrupt.The ball was a white blur, there a moment, then gone the next. It wasn’t an issue of the curve, nor the direction. It was just too fucking fast.

His teammates couldn’t believe their eyes. And neither did his coach. Ken craned his head to look at you. You stared back at him, stone-faced.

He took a breath to regain his composure, resuming his earlier stance. He would never admit it, but he was rattled. He was trying to understand how that throw was humanly possible. How he had somehow forgotten to move. He could do nothing more but stand haunted as he heard the resounding “strike one!” from the umpire. This wasn’t the first time he’d missed, but it was the first time he froze. It was a spectacle to all, and a moment of horror for his fans. Did the Unstoppable Ken Sato finally meet his match? Even if he did, he was determined not to lose a second time.

“Okay,” he whispered. He took a deep, focused breath, slightly shifting his stance. He kept his feet firm on the ground, bat at the ready. “Okay, Hotshot. Bring it on.”

You kept your eyes on him and him alone. You stared at him as if you were the only two people in the stadium. The crowd went silent once again. The Giants fans were desperate to give Sato the focus he so-terribly needed, but the Carp fans were just curious to see how the second pitch would go. The air was thick and heavy with tension.

Like before, you threw your hand out, fingers pointed at Ken. You drew your pitching arm back, like an archer, and there was that sound in his mind again. The cock of a gun. Ken waited. He counted you down. He was a hunter dressed in camo, waiting for a deer to move.

Then, for the first time since he’d seen you, your expression changed. You grinned at him.

Then you winked.

Shit.

You threw the ball. Ken swung.

But he missed.

The crowd erupted into chaos. There was an indistinguishable pandemonium of disdain and celebration. People screamed and jumped and waved their banners as high as they possibly could. A number of them had already entered a state of acceptance — the Giants would lose to a perfect game. No batter would ever get through the wall that was you. But a lot of them kept their faith in the ever-notorious Sato. He could hit the last shot. He could pull this off. He might have been struggling to match your speed, but he would figure it out. They believed in him like he was a god.

And at that moment, as Kenji heard the echoing “strike two!” he certainly felt the anger of one.

Did you just fucking wink? Did you seriously have the audacity to wink at him? Kenji took it personally. Who did you think you were? Though his lips spoke nothing of the foul words he wished so eagerly to shout, it was clear on his face that he wanted you gone. It was one thing to embarrass him with a fastball, but another to rub it in. He wouldn’t let that slide. He wouldn’t allow you to strike him out.

Yoshimura was gripping the barrier so tightly that his knuckles were turning white.“Eyes up, Sato!”

Kenji breathed. Through his nose, this time. He drew a long breath into his entire body and blew it out through his lips. He wouldn’t miss. He couldn’t miss. While he might have already taught himself the humility that came with losing, he hadn’t taught himself jackshit about losing to you.

“If looks could kill,” whispered Ami Wakita, the reporter who watched the game from the press booth. Typing into her laptop, she wrote: “There seems to be obvious tension on the field. Nothing new for Ken Sato, yet, significantly different. Japan’s star player has finally met his match. This game has been a long time coming.”

This was his last chance, and he wasn’t going to waste it. Kenji raised his bat, and narrowed his eyes. You weren’t blind to his added efforts, and smirked at him again. Oh, how it made his blood boil.

Point.

Pull.

Throw.

Swing.

This time, the ball made contact.

The crowd blew up once more, exhausting their lungs as they watched the ball fly across the field. Kenji had hit it. Kenji had managed to catch your bullet-of-a-pitch. He dropped his bat to the ground and ran for his life. Base to base, corner to corner. Kenji leapt across the field and jumped for home.

“Safe!”

The crowd went wild. He had heard stadiums cheer for him before, but he didn't think he had ever heard anything this loud. With a relieved laugh, Kenji got up from the ground, and finally caught his breath. His teammates ran to greet him, though they had only passed the first inning. With a round as intense as that one, they felt it was only right to celebrate a little early.

And then he looked at you. Your eyes met. You were smiling at him again. He didn't like the lack of concern on your face. He didn't like that you didn't seem challenged. And he especially didn't like the fact that he was out there playing for his life, while you seemed to have played for a weekend game at the park.

Kenji was glaring at you, as if he was burning holes into your head. You lifted a hand and threw him a casual salute, flicking two fingers towards his direction. Dammit, he thought. That wink really threw him off. Which it shouldn't have.

Unfortunately for him, the game was nowhere near the last time you'd interact.

And there'd be the after-party to boot.

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I refuse to ignore canon Uramichi and Iketeru friendship and/or whatever the hell they have going on (???)

Now, have them being dads to Sayuri

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9zegk

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“uramichi-oniisan you’re not planning to run away from me too are you?”

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gaku kuze service: cvnty-ness

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Maybe do an analysis on Ranpo's (not) ability? I've always wonder if it has any limitations to it.

Lol Ranpo’s not even an Ability. Other than saying super genius I dunno what else to say. Let’s see…

All the images come from easygoingscans and @dazaiscans

Edogawa Ranpo, the best detective in Japan and also the backbone of ADA. His (not) Ability is Super Deduction, which enables him to fully understand the facts of an incident.

Despite Ranpo’s insistence that this is an Ability (at least at first, he has started showing acceptance in later chapters), Ranpo is a normal human. A seriously intelligent person. He is so intelligent that Dazai admires him. If that isn’t enough to make you want to build a shrine for him and begs for a shred of that intelligence I don’t know what will.

(God of Detective Ranpo, please grant me brain power–)

However, while he put all his status growth on intelligence, he neglected other status. (If you have played any RPG or at least D&D you will know what I mean). He doesn’t bother with social conduct and while having enough brain cells to remember all the trains track in the world he doesn’t even try and depend on others to get him where he needs to be.

While limited as a normal human in a world that have Abilities left and right, Ranpo proves himself to be irreplaceable part of ADA. He helps Dazai in crafting a plan with providing criticism and even can predicts how the plan will goes. He is also the best detective in the ADA, solving numerous cases that gives ADA their reputation. In times of emergency when Dazai is away or hospitalized, Ranpo will the source of brain power to get them out of danger.

However, Ranpo’s intelligence is that, just a superior intelligence. It’s not an Ability, therefore it can’t make him anything if there isn’t even the slightest of clues. If the opponent has Ability that erases any proof of crime or if the matter itself is still very much a mystery without any head or tail that Ranpo can chase with his mind, he won’t know anything. (Although in the end Ranpo can catch the culprit using just sheer logic)

Is he smarter than characters such as Mori, Dazai, and Fyodor? Probably.

Then why he can’t defeat Fyodor in mind games? I think it’s because Ranpo is not an expert at reading and manipulation people’s heart like how Dazai, Mori, and Fyodor are. He prefers to solve cases and doesn’t bother with people’s business and past, and he is ultimately, a kind person. He is a someone that when he see that the people around him like babies that can’t understand anything, he promises to protect them. He can’t see the possible plans that can be exploited because he can’t see himself doing it. Against Fyodor who expert in looking at people’s heart and coldly manipulates them to do his bidding, Ranpo is left behind in the race of mind.

However the later chapters showed that Ranpo has steadily begin taking risks, beginning the art of manipulation, and shows how determined he is to protect ADA. Will he defeat Fyodor with art of manipulation? Probably not, because Ranpo wouldn’t be able to go to the extent of darkness Fyodor can goes, but maybe his intelligent mind can help him uncover a way that even Fyodor can’t see.

Ranpo is not the best suited for combat, but he can think of ways to at least help in war. Alone, he trapped Chuuya (the opponent best fighter) along with him in Poe’s world. Just like Dazai and Fyodor, Ranpo doesn’t fight with his fist but rather his brain. While all other Ability user can easily defeat him, Ranpo can also find a way to bring things to his favor or how to find help.

That is all about Ranpo! I think this is less of ability analysis and more of character analysis…

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๑ keep safe : prologue (1)

one piece x male reader

i get this feeling

like it all could happen

that's why i'm leaving you for the moment,

you for the moment

+ a/n @ the end <3

in the heights of their shared treehouse, there was a single one that was awake whilst the other two were slumbering away.

he sighed, taking the hair tie that was resting on one of the branches and put it between his teeth. he gathered up his locks, his signature low-ponytail being tied in security. finally, he grabbed the sword that was leaning against one of their walls and used the strap connected on its ends to be thrown over his shoulder.

then he looked over his shoulder and smiled at the sleeping boys. the ones he loved more than anything and grew up with, walking over and gently petting their heads.

“i’ll see you boys soon,” he whispered, standing upright and walking to their entrance and exit of their treehouse and freely jumped down, safely landing on the floor many ways down.

he took a short walk over to the actual house they were supposed to be staying in, not bothering to knock as he entered the front door. he was not at all shocked to see that they were all already awake, notably dadan was standing there with a rolled up newspaper in her hands as if she were about to beat someone with it. the cigarette in her mouth dropped ash into the eye of one of the members of their house, making her even more angered at his sudden flinching movement.

the only reason why the attention was drawn to him was because of him loudly clearing his throat.

“[name]-”

“see! i told you, he’s already awake and now he’s ready to leave and nothing that we wanted has been prepared! i blam-”

“dadan, i’m leaving. i hope to see you all soon, truly,” [name] said calmly, opposite to all of the other people in the room’s expression.

they sombered up quite quickly at his declaration, turning themselves into silent mimes as all they could do was open their mouths and then close them, repeating it at least three times before he grinned and turned around. he was about to leave, but then there was a sudden uproar and ruckus.

“[name]! we’re going to miss you so much! please don’t leave us with those two troublemakers! we can’t deal with them alone! they only listen to you, please-” dadan cries continued on, those were the words that were heard almost throughout the entire island.

“ace and luffy?” [name] questioned, chuckling as he felt the woman’s tears fall onto his shoulder, “you’re gonna be fine taking care of them,” he whispered, gently rubbing up and down her back to calm her down. “you took care of me,”

“you guys took care of yourselves! and now you’re all grown up and i hate it!”

[name] blinked slowly, nodding his head as he processed her words.

“i’ll miss you, dadan,” and that was all he said as he left her, an appreciative smile on his lips as he sobbed away into her hands.

she was a sweetheart even though she had trouble actually saying or conveying those sentimental emotions.

he was slightly biased, however, because she always did favor him a little bit opposed to the other two troublesome boys.

[name] continued on his trek down to the main village, knowing that his small boat was waiting for him. but he knew he had one more stop to make before he could even think about leaving.

makino’s bar. he smiled fondly at the worn down doors, gently pushing them so that he could go inside. the bartender with green hair looked at his figure, squinting a bit so that she could get a clear view of his face. the sunlight behind him was slightly blinding, but as he walked further into the bar, she was able to recognize him just by his figure.

“[name]-kun!” she said in joy, running around the counter and into his arms. without a second thought, he wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close. the warmest hugs always came from people like makino.

he let his eyes shut in peace, enjoying this moment and trying to savor it for as long as possible.

“oh dear, i’m going to miss you so much,” she whispered and he already could hear the wavering in her voice.

“please, don’t cry you’re going to make me cry!” he said jokingly, tightening his hold on her to comfort her.

“i know you’re going to be fine, it’s just that i’m going to miss you so much! and you’re going so far, and i’m not trying to stop you, it’s just, i won’t know for certain you’ll be safe-”

“i’ll be safe, maki-san,” he comforted her, humming as she continued to cry into his chest.

“you’re too reckless to think about safety for even a moment,” she said, making herself chuckle at her teasing comment. she pulled away from his chest, wiping her tears away and then lifting her hand up to his scarred cheeks.

she gently traced the lines that were very slightly protruding up from his skin.

“i know you’ll be fine, just call it a mother’s worry then,” she whispered, making him nod his head.

“we can call it that,” he said with a close-eyed smile. the two weren’t related at all biologically, far from it, but still the comfort of calling her his mother, and him her son, was something the both of them needed in that moment. “i’ll be sure to write at least, to calm your nerves.”

“just promise to be safe now and i’ll be able to be at peace for at least a month?”

“not even half a year? maki-san, you’re killing me,” he joked, pulling away so that they weren’t chest to chest anymore.

she pinched his cheek, making him wince, “i’m killing you? suree,” she sarcastically said, pinching his cheeks even harder until he was almost folding in himself. she finally let up her hold, knowing that the boy was just playing for her own entertainment.

“i’ll miss you too, maki-san,” [name] said, “but you’ll hear about me enough in the newspapers!”

a mischievous wink left little to what he exactly meant by that. she pulled away from him and walked to her position behind the counter.

“you’re going to kill garp-san, too,” she said, wiping down some of the freshly washed glasses.

“he deserves it, old man’s been alive for too long,” he yawned, putting his hands in his pockets.

she sighed at his rude words, knowing that there was really nothing she could say that could make him change his thoughts on his “grandfather.”

“well, i think you should get going before either of those two wake up,” she commented, looking over at the sun that was getting higher and higher in the air, “their minds might recognize your presence as gone before they’re even awake.”

“they always were creepy in that sense,” he sweatdropped, knowing that she did have a point. “until next time!” he called out, jogging out of her bar and shooting her the widest smile possible.

they weren’t going to see each other for a long time and he wanted her to remember him smiling if anything.

and when his back was turned to her, he wasn’t able to see the stray tear that was falling from her cheek. she was going to miss him more than he could ever know.

when [name] finally made it to his raggedy boat, he untied the rope from the port and pushed it off with his foot. that gentle push was enough for the boat to get into motion, the wind pushing through the sails and furthering his distance from his home.

he sat down and leaned against the post, kicking his feet up on the sides of the boat. a relaxed sigh left his mouth and he looked up at the sky.

“man it’s a beautiful day-”

“[name]!!!”

he jolted where he sat, getting up form his reclining position to look at the island. a smirk climbed onto his face as he realized just who exactly was calling out to him. there was a dust cloud behind them, the distinguishable strawhat held in his hands.

“[name]!!! wait for me out at sea!!” he shouted, almost falling into the sea water below as his stopping was rough and uncalculated.

[name] stood up on his rocky grounding, cupping the sides of his mouth so that his voice was amplified, “i’ll wait for you, luffy!!! we’ll meet again!”

he put his hands on his hips, smiling gently as he saw the energetic boy jump up and down at immeasurable heights just so he could be seen.

“you’re my captain, afterall,” he said, this time only for his own ears to hear.

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Pirate Rookie, [Name], has been officially dubbed ‘The Cursed Orphan’ by the government as a wanted pirate! If handed over to any local government facility, ALIVE ONLY, you will be granted a prize of 200,000,000 BERI.

His powers are unknown, so proceed with caution if you so choose to pursue him. Their most notable strength, however, is the famed sword that is wrapped in protective cloth and scabbard that was once used by one of the Yonko, “Red Hair” Shanks.

—

a certain ravenette threw his head back in laughter, the hat on his head almost falling off. his boots were kicked up on a bar table and his chest was moving rapidly with his laughs filling the air.

“[name]! man, i wish i knew where you were, i’d sail over in an instant,” he said, a soft look in his eyes as he looked at the man’s wanted poster, “oi! you better keep an eye out for me too because i won’t be falling behind!”

the people in the bar were looking at him weird for having a conversation with a piece of paper, looking borderline crazy as he did so. his freckled cheeks were so high due to how wide his smile was, showcasing his pearly whites.

“i miss you, but it’s relieving to know that you’re fine,” he sipped his drink and wiped the excess at the side of his mouth with the back of his hand, “who am i kidding?! you were the most tame out of the four of us! bahaha!”

more people began whispering about his strange actions, the owner of the bar looking a bit fearful and hesitant on stopping his disruptive actions.

“someone! quick get me a knife! i’m keeping this picture in my pocket!” he called out, his thumb gently brushing up and down the pictured person’s cheek. he yelled with such passion his wavy hair was no longer shielding his eyes, shifting around with how aggressive his movements were.

yeah, he was definitely crazy, the people all concluded.

—

luffy laughed his head off seeing [name]’s wanted poster.

“he looks so badass, wow! hehe, [name]’s got a bounty, [name]’s got a bounty!” he danced in a circle, kicking his feet up high to show his excitement, his laughter filling the entire house of bandits. “come on, let’s frame it as soon as possible, i’ll keep it safe in my room!”

“there will be no such thing happening in this household! your idolization of him should have stopped long ago!” dadan scolded, the cigarette in her mouth threatening to fall out. luffy didn’t seem to pay attention to her, though, as he continued to run around the house, holding [name]’s wanted poster up as if it were a sacred piece of meat.

there was silence amongst the mountain bandits, nothing but luffy’s shouts resonating in the entire house. that was until dadan abruptly stood up, looking at the subordinates around her as if they were crazy.

“what do you all think you’re doing!? get up and find me the finest frame in town, i don’t care if you have to steal it! hurry up, you bunch of lazy asses!”

“hey! this posters mine, get your own!” luffy shouted defensively, holding the paper close to his chest.

“and grab another wanted poster of [name] while you’re in town!” dadan added in, knowing that stubborn look in luffy’s eyes. how territorial his behavior was was ridiculous, in dadan’s opinion.

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the low ponytail of h/c hair gently swayed in the wind, the man of the hour looking at his own poster with a childish grin. he just finished reading the article that was next to his wanted poster, boosting his ego a little bit as he did so.

“i haven’t even made it to the grand line yet,”

a/n: i don't think .. .. . long fanfictions/series get that much attention on tumblr, but i just felt the need to publish my ff on here bc I JUST FELT LIKE THERE WAS A GENUINE DROUGHT OF MALE READER SHIT ON HERE !! i dont know how to explain it beyond that. i would like for this to be successful on here, but at the same time . .. .. i don't really care ??? for getting high number of notes, follows, etc. because as long as it reaches my target audience - that's all i really care about. like of course, i would like for this to grow successful on this platform as well, but to me that looks like engagement and interactions from those that this story applies to (male readers, basically)

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