#ill pick something and then the laptop will simply go 'lol you thought the fact that i had a terasquare of harddisk was good? you idiot.

[arsenicflame]

i need a website that tells me the perfect laptop to buy to meet my every need. no other options. just "here, this is the one you want :)"

[yakuzacasual]

I just finished yakuza 3 and Mine deserves love! General dating headcannons are fine or maybe his s/o having to reassure him they aren’t going to leave or trying to use him for money? He needs a hug lol ;u;

PREFACE

I have no idea what got into me with this one. I just closed my eyes for a moment and it got so long all of the sudden? I will say, I don’t remember much from Y3 and it was an overall uhh not enjoyable experience to me, but writing for our poor baby Mine was kinda fun! He 1000% deserves all the hugs and reassurment we can provide and uhh i’m not quite sure if I delivered, to be honest. I did try my best though and I’m hoping you will like it!

<probably should write some normal dating hc to make up for that monster lol>

MINE NEEDS REASSUREMENT

Entering a relationship, Mine is extremely cautious about his newfound partner. As in, ridiculously cautious. Obsessively cautious. He’s got you background checked from heads to toes. Knows all about your family, alive or dead, and history of personal affairs or lack thereof. He had no problems digging up anything that could be found about your education, as well as professional experience. At times he was even able to obtain more confidential data such as your medical records, old employment contracts and went as far as contacting any of your past bosses he might have his financial clutch on.

Whether you are able to tell or not, is a matter of perception. Mine doesn’t hide well that he knows some things about you that he definitely shouldn’t have, maybe he is not even bothering to try. It is creepy and controlling, especially as he keeps a close eye on you even as you are in the relationship with him, he recognizes as much, but at the same time he knows something sparked. Something unusual and fresh. Mine has you pegged as someone interesting, different, marvelous. This is not something that happens every day for him. Thus, Mine concluded that he simply cannot allow himself to further the attachment if there are chances of being betrayed. It’s just a bit of risk management, nothing more.

Slowly but surely he starts to get more comfortable in this relationship. He may still seem distant, but a keen eye can easily observe how he becomes more relaxed around you, more willing to let himself go and let you take care of him, step by step. So relaxed, in fact, that he did not see the risk coming to bite him in the ass again. Or at least that is the only way he can think about it, as he eagerly reads through an update on your whereabouts. A pawn shop. According to his contact, you sneaked out of your work earlier today, went home and straight to Ebisu.

By the time he joins you at your shared apartment, he is absolutely fuming mad. No, not mad. Disappointed, rather. Here you were, waiting for him like nothing had happened, all dolled up for the date he promised to take you on today. What did you sell? His watches? Expensive ties? Maybe a laptop or a phone? He decides to play along for now, he’s pretty good at that.

You sit down at a table in a modest, but still elegant restaurant, your smile bright and your hands fidgety. You’ve been playing with your bag a lot, suspiciously. Mine wastes no time, starting to prod you for some answers somewhat gently, so as to not alert you just yet. He wants to see if you have any shame, if you’ll at very least be truthful. Some part of him doesn’t want to give up on you, not yet. And then you do it, something no one but Daigo has ever done. Prove him wrong.

You take out a neat little package, moving it across the table to him in a bit of ashy motion. He says nothing, too paralyzed to speak, his inquisitive eyes glued onto your facial expression. He lets you do the talking and as you explain how you wished to give him something that would suit him as you explain all the shops you tried your luck with and as he cautiously unpacks the said present, Mine can feel something welling up inside of him. It’s the anniversary of your relationship today. You went to Ebisu so that you could finally get him the present, that you put so much work, so much thought into. And he not only forgot, but had the gall to be suspicious of you. You. His partner. His… love.

The date is cut short as he claims to be feeling ill, but you just know there is something more to it. You tug on his sleeve, leading him to a smaller street with less traffic and try to inquire him about this sudden state. This is the first time in the history of your relationship, where Mine actually expresses his feelings. Clumsily so, struggling to pick the correct words or maybe any words in general. He voices his worries and you can hear his voice break if only just a bit when he apologizes for being cold for so long. All you can do is reach out, hold him tight and tenderly. Let him know that you are and will be there for him, as he lets his guard down. This reassuring gesture makes him incredibly warm inside, so comforting and addictive. He wants more, so much more of you. The scent of your perfume or cologne, the feeling of your skin beneath his fingertips. It’s you, the special one. The one that may be able to put him back together. Having you in his arms, he almost lets himself believe that everything will be fine, that you will stay by him no matter what happens. Even when he reveals the atrocious things he has done. And maybe you will?

[kenzieam]

The Tutor - Chapter Six

Pairing: AU Bucky X Levi

Rating: M (my usual, lovelies)

Warnings: language, drama, angst, mentions of abuse

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Levi the jock needs help in high school and her twin brother, Steve, volunteers his newest friend, Bucky. Seemingly just to piss her off, Bucky accepts but soon realizes there’s more to the Levi than she lets the average spectator see.

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A LITTLE MORE SMUT; LOVELY, LOVELY SMUT TO MIX WITH THE ANGST.....

This is the second to last installment, stay tuned for the final chapter of Bucky and Lev as soon as I can get what’s floating around in my head down onto the screen!

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One Year Later

Levi stumbled on an uneven patch of sidewalk, checked herself and cursed her lack of awareness. Today was the last day of her accelerated summer courses, she should be happy!

But she wasn’t, she was hella distracted.

Why? Because in the last few weeks, Bucky had started pulling away from her.

They’d managed for a while; speaking on the phone, Skyping every few days, the twins coming home on all the major breaks but, ever since her first year had ended, and Levi had made the painful choice to cut her summer break short to only two weeks before returning to campus for accelerated courses through the summer, something had changed between them.

Even with their attraction, the latent chemistry that simmered between them, it had taken real work this last year to make it all work.

Tired from classes, weary from studying or, in Bucky’s case, exhausted from all that on top of helping care for his sisters and working a side job, it had sometimes been a herculean effort to pick up the phone, or open the laptop, and put on a brave face for the other, because you were both struggling and neither wanted to add to the other’s misery.

Levi couldn’t help feeling a prickle of jealousy towards her brother, not for the first time since they’d began school almost a year ago. Peggy had been accepted to a school in the same city as the twins and rented a basement suite from a couple who were rarely home, enabling Steve to spend time with his girlfriend whenever he damn well felt like it; and so he hadn’t, and probably never would, experience the isolation and anguish Levi felt on a regular basis. Seeing her brother with his love however, was a balm to her soul in small ways, at least Steve wasn’t suffering like her and Levi, no matter how much Brock had claimed otherwise, was not so selfish and spoiled as to deny her brother that happiness.

Bucky had supported Levi’s most recent choice, the decision to attend accelerated courses, something only a few ultra ambitious students did, because it would cut down the overall time of her education; she’d be graduating and available to slavering head-hunters long before her classmates, although in the hindsight currently clouded by recent events and Levi’s new insecurities, she realized that his support had been stoic and guarded, him saying what was right again, not what he’d wanted. It was a calculated gamble, straining the present situation further for gains in the future, but Bucky had forced a smile over the laptop screen when she’d first brought the topic up and, when they’d finally been standing in front of each other again in those aborted two weeks, pulled her into a embrace, pressed a kiss to her forehead and murmured what had become her mantra, her fuel, this last year.

I’m here with you.

Had it been a mistake? Because for the last two weeks, Bucky had been distracted, distant on the phone, always with some excuse why he couldn’t Skype her, give her the opportunity to heal under the warmth of his smile, those brilliant blue eyes and Levi had finally narrowed down the queasiness in her stomach to concrete words.

He was hiding something from her.

But what?

Her mind raced with possibilities and, despite having been largely successful in silencing his voice since his death, Brock’s words taunted her now.

Spoiled little Princess.

You aren’t worth it.

Bucky had found someone else, that had to be the reason.

Someone without the baggage, without the literal distance separating them. Why slog though unfulfilling Skype calls, the object of your love right there in front of you but untouchable; fuck, Levi might have well been on Mars; when you could touch someone real, hold someone real? Not have to wait until a certain time of the day to talk, to wait with sweating palms and hope the other had the time and energy to answer? Feel your body coil tight because you wanted the other so badly, but knew you would have to rely on your own hand?

Levi’s mind raced, working through her options, she only had a week before fall classes started. Could she find a last-minute flight? One that left tonight or by tomorrow afternoon? If not, or if she needed to drive instead, it would seriously cut into the time she had to see Bucky, to try and work out what was going on between them. She’d barely get there and have to turn around and come back, not to mention the fact that, as soon as she saw Bucky, regardless of the strange distance forming between them, her body would clamor for him, her heart crying to shelter in his arms again. It would be that much harder, nigh impossible, to drag herself away from him and return to classes.

Could she stand to miss the first few days of second year?

Even as that thought swirled through her mind, she dismissed it. She had left to get an education, to branch out and have a life; whatever was going on with her and Bucky right now couldn’t get in the way of the very reason they were in this position to begin with.

I need to get my head on straight. She chided.

Without remembering the walk, Levi looked up and realized she was already home.

Chafing under the undeniable truths of her husband’s temperament, Levi and Steve’s mom had surprised them both by buying a house, not far from the university, and putting both twin’s names on the deed as sole owners. It made sense, she tried to explain, buying rather than renting, but there was a definite ‘fuck you’ in the transaction, directed at the dead man himself; using a chunk of the money he’d held so tightly to help out the twins he’d fought so hard not to aid in any way.

The neighborhood was old and gentrified, the lots large. The whole place reminded Levi of Detroit’s Brush Park, but well-maintained and loved. Their own house was eclectic, tall and deep, the relative narrowness of the house more than made up for by how far back from the street it went. A garage to the side and large backyard were welcome additions, and Levi had a hard time deciding whether she like the shading trees in the back or the giant covered porch out front to relax on more.

Steve emerged from the kitchen as she walked through the front door, a ready grin on his face.

“Hey, Junior. Last day, huh? What’s wrong?” Even if they hadn’t shared a womb and known each other inside and out, Levi’s face was enough to warrant the question.

Levi considered not answering, simply pushing past her well-meaning brother and hiding upstairs, but her lips parted, and the marrow of her heartache fell out.

“Something’s going on with Bucky.”

Steve shifted his weight, clearing his throat. “What do you mean?”

Levi sighed, taking off her new favorite thrift store find, a red flat cap, to run a hand through her hair, it had gotten longer in the last year, certainly no less unruly, and she’d put serious thought into chucking it all in for an extreme pixie cut more than once lately, if not for the desire to feel Bucky’s fingers trail through it again, coil it around his fist as he pushed unbearably slowly into her from behind-

Clearing her throat almost violently, Lev shook off the unwelcome and certainly ill-timed thought of the last time she and Bucky had made love, the last time they’d seen each other before Lev returned for classes and forced her attention back to the conversation with her twin brother.

“He’s,” she sighed, pulling off her light jacket and hanging it on the nearest hook, “distant. Distracted. It’s like he thinks he has better things to do, or he’s hiding something from me. Christ, he hasn’t even answered his phone in the last two days; I’ve tried his house, but his mom says he’s working.”

“C’mon, Lev. Are you sure you’re not just-”?

“Being paranoid? Yeah. I think….” She took a deep, steadying breath, because talking to her brother; her steady, reliable brother, was making all the little nagging thoughts in her mind seem too fucking real. “I think he’s interested in someone else.”

Steve snorted, a loud horse-like sound that would have been humorous under any other circumstances. “Bullshit. I call bullshit. Who?”

Levi chewed her lip. “I don’t know, but why else-”

“Junior, you need to relax.” Steve strode forwards, wrapping his arms around Lev and squeezing her tightly. “You’re thinking too much. Go upstairs and have a shower, I’ll order some pizza, we’ll sit down and watch some movies, just like old times, how does that sound?”

To be honest, it sounded amazing and Levi let herself melt into her brother’s embrace for a few seconds, felt him press a quick peck to the top of her head. Steve took a step back, loosening his arms slightly and gripped her chin gently, tipping her head up to look at him.

“No thinking tonight. We’re just vegging out, okay?”

A wave of pure gratitude washed over Lev and she blinked rapidly to head off tears. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

“Great, now go have a shower, you stink like that model glue you guys use.”

Lev rolled her eyes, slinging her messenger bag back onto her shoulder and mounted the stairs, feeling lighter already. “I want the Donair Special!” She bellowed back down as she climbed.

“Gross.” Steve’s voice drifted up.

“Better than that green pepper abomination you like!”

“Veggie Deluxe!”

“Disgusting!”

“Go have a shower!”

Levi entered her room, still smiling. Minutes later, she stepped into the shower, hair piled in a bun on top of her head and sighed in relief as the hot water streamed down her body. Soon the lively green tea scent of her favorite body wash filled the air and Levi closed her eyes, just feeling herself decompress for a beat. Deciding to go the full nine yards, she lathered and exfoliated every inch of her body before shaving her legs and armpits and, while her hands moved automatically through the motions, she let her mind wander, sorting through her chaotic thoughts, chewing them into manageable pieces.

“I love you.” He whispered, watching her face, a small smile pulling at his lips.

Levi smiled back, reaching over with her free hand to stroke along Bucky’s cheek, watching him close his eyes and relax under her touch. Lying on their sides facing each other, sweat still glistening on their skin from making love, they’d spent the last few minutes just existing, lower bodies tangled together, Bucky’s head resting on his outstretched arm while Levi played lazily with his scattered chest hairs, not speaking until Bucky had said those three little words.

“I love you too.” She replied, feeling the warmth of Bucky’s regard as he opened his eyes to gaze tenderly at her, those hypnotizingly blue eyes roaming over her face as if committing her to memory and he smiled again at her, reassuringly, his own free hand coming up to cradle her face, brush his thumb along her bottom lip.

Levi melted under his touch, letting the peace it brought her chase away the shadows inside. After picking the twins up from the airport and dropping Steve off with Peggy at her house, Bucky had taken Levi back to hers, pulled her up the stairs to her room and down onto her bed, kissing her with a desperation borne of months apart; pushing into her willing body with a ragged groan, both losing themselves all too soon in a shuddering release, only enough to take the edge off, before spending the next hours thoroughly ravaging each other, making love and fucking in turns, until they’d collapsed in a boneless tangled heap, no words needed between them until Bucky had whispered those three magic ones.

He didn’t say anything further, but Levi read it in his eyes. ‘I missed you. I’m so glad to see you. This has been so hard.’ and she let her own confessions reflect back. They didn’t speak about the impending future, the fact that they would have to climb back out of this bubble all too soon and face reality, that Levi was only here for a short time and then she’d be flying away again, back to a world only visible to Bucky through the screen of his laptop. They couldn’t, it hurt too much, cast too dark a cloud on their world.

Bucky rolled suddenly, to hover over Levi. Their lower bodies pressed together, he held his upper body up on his forearms and gazed down at her without speaking. His eyes travelled across her features, the expression on his face so intent and serious that Levi had the sudden thought that he looked like he was either about to break them apart or ask her to marry him.

She ran her hands up his biceps indulgently, humming in approval. In an attempt to distract himself this last year, Bucky had started working out in earnest; and the lanky, puppy dog limbs of before were now muscled and defined. Levi would have loved him, did love him, in any form, but to see his new frame, rivalling Steve’s, was a delicious sight and she’d been treated to an eyeful for hours, watching his powerful back bunch and flex with his thrusts, sitting on his thick thighs while impaled on his cock and embraced by the strength in his arms while he’d buried his face in her throat and groaned through his shuddering climaxes. He’d even let his hair start to grow out, seeming to shed the nice guy image of his past, embracing something a little darker and grittier, as if the solitude and darkness of their imposed isolation from each other had become a physical representation, something he projected outwards to succor the sorrow simmering inside.

His grin, in answer to her humming appreciation, brought a new level of joy to Levi’s heart, fuck, how was it even possible to find new levels of love for this man, to fall even further into him?

His hand reached up and, still without speaking, he traced along her cheek, following his fingertip’s journey with his gaze, an almost heart-breaking tenderness in his eyes, his brow creased in concentration and Levi realized he was memorizing her anew, committing her beneath him like this to memory, absorbing every tiny detail of this moment to help him get through the endless, dark ones later, when his body would ache to feel hers and be denied by distance and circumstances.

Finally, his eyes landed back on hers, having trekked across her whole face, and the grin that had faded to a faint, distracted curve of his sinfully full lips shone on her again.

He pushed into her slowly, watching her as he did, inhaling sharply as Levi sighed in relief to feel him so intimately again, her walls welcoming him with their tight warmth. He started to move his hips, slow and easy, holding her close and staring into her eyes. They didn’t speak, hardly made any sounds save for faint whimpers from Levi and quiet groans from Bucky but the intensity and intimacy between them built like wildfire anyway.

Bucky’s thrusts remained slow, languid and almost sultry but devastating in their precision and power, his spine arching sharply with each one and Levi reached down to feel his perfect ass flexing with his movement then scratched her nails lightly up his straining back to cradle his face. He dropped his head into the crook of her neck with a ragged groan, clutching her to him with renewed strength, their bodies pressed tightly together, hardly moving save for Bucky’s measured thrusts and Levi felt her orgasm rise steadily, building low in her belly.

“Bucky,” she whispered.

“Lev,” he groaned. “God baby, I’m there, I’m right there-”

The wave crashed, white heat scorching her, exploding out and she welcomed it, reveled in its power. She felt Bucky’s face contort with sweet pain against her pulse point; a bone-deep shudder running through him, his controlled thrusts suddenly erratic and then he groaned into her hair; a guttural, raw sound as he pulsed inside her, each jet hot and heavy and amplifying Lev’s own release, an infinity circle of giving and taking; scorching passion-

A shampoo bottle crashed to the floor, startling Lev out of her daze and reasserting reality. Her fingers had begun to probe between her legs and pleasure hovered in the shadows, brought on by her memories but her orgasm remained stubbornly out of reach, petulant and sulkily demanded only Bucky’s touch to complete itself. Levi groaned, body tight, and gave up, quickly finished cleaning herself, then stepped out, wrapping a towel around her body.

Pulling on her favorite yoga capris, Levi snagged a black muscle shirt and a hoody she’d swiped from Bucky on her last break then snatched her phone and earbuds off her desk and crashed noisily downstairs. The quiet of her room was not something she wanted to experience right now, the reminders of Bucky in her treasured messenger bag, the blanket that had once graced his bed that he’d given to her after she’d burrowed into it during a break, musing how it smelled so much like him and now wrapped herself in whenever she was feeling particularly vulnerable and missing him. Right now, everywhere she looked would hold some hint of him, and she wasn’t sure she could stand the reminders.

Steve was nowhere to be seen and Levi wandered into the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of ice water then gazing absently out the window as she leaned on the counter, sipping it.

Hearing a vehicle, she glanced around outside, searching for the prehistoric Civic the usual delivery guy drove, held together more with duct-tape and Bondo than metal, it’s color, where it could still be seen around the rust, sun-faded and dull. She gently teased the pizza guy on the regular about it and he only laughed and tried to flirt with her, offering a ride in his ‘vintage classic’ before winking cheekily at her and roaring away, decaying muffler blatting obnoxiously.

Lev had seen the guy around in a far newer sporty hatchback, so why he insisted on delivering pizzas in this old thing was a mystery, but it added zest.

She saw no familiar rust bucket, and leaned further, craning her neck to the driveway before the glass fell from boneless hands and crashed into the sink. Levi’s feet skidded on the hardwood floor and she almost slammed into the fridge before reaching the front door and throwing it open.

“Bucky?!” She shrieked.