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fluffi · 4 years ago

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MY DETENTION BUDDY :: JAY

pairing: jay x gn!reader genre: fluff, badboy!jay, highschool!au, friends-enemies-lovers!au word count: 2k event: for @lovesick-net and (early) jay day 200421 <3 author’s note: simple little one-shot for jay’s birthday (i wont be uploading anything for his actual birthday). i had to speedrun this fic because i kept changing the plot and this hasnt been proofread twice (unlike my other fics) T-T i hope it’ll still work out. warnings: (reader makes one bad decision)

Ring...ring...ring...ring..ring…

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring

Ringringringringiringringringring.

RIRIRIRIRIRIRIRIRIRIRIRIRIRIRRI-SLAM!

The alarm clock stopped its boisterous wailing

10 more minutes. I don’t have to style my hair today.

Thirty minutes passed.

RIRIRIRIRIRIRIRIRIRI- SLAM!

Ugh. I’ll just miss assembly.

RIRIRIIRRIRIRI-

This time, the ringing stopped before he could slam his hand over the alarm clock.

“Jongseong, do you not have school today?” Jay could only make out a bush of black that stood above him as he sat up, dazed and drowsy.

“Yeah, I do. I’m about to get ready. Why?”

“It’s 9 am! You should be at school! At this point, you don’t even have to go anymore.” His mother huffed in disappointment.

It was an exaggeration, but she had a point. School started at eight in the morning. It was already an hour later but he was still sitting in bed.

“I’ll get ready now. 10 minutes. Good to go.” He shooed his mom away, already running to the bathroom to wash up.

“I’m leaving now Jay. You know darn well that I have an important meeting today and I can’t miss it just for you to not get a tardy. Heck, you’re already late! You’re-”

“Mom! I can’t walk to school! It takes too long.” Jay whined as he brushed his teeth, his muffled voice interrupting his mother’s speech.

“Young man, stop interrupting me. I told you a week ago about today’s event and it’s not my fault that my oldest son can’t take care of himself. You’re going to have to take another mode of transport, you’re old enough to deal with this yourself!” With that, his mother stormed out of his room, her feet obnoxiously thumping on the floor.

“I’m also your only son...” Jay muttered.

Of all days, why did she have to have her meeting today? Monthly evaluations aren’t that important. Dangit, I should’ve been taught how to drive. Jay returned to his rapid multitasking, grabbing his school uniform while washing his face. He didn’t even look twice,

After taking the quickest shower he had ever taken in his entire life and shoving all of his essential (what he determined as essential, at least) belongings into his bag, he opened to door and dashed outside only to be met with…

Rain.

Rain everywhere. Drenching the front yard’s perfectly tended flower garden and creating heaps of watery mud. It was pouring at 9.15 am. There was thunder and occasional flashes of light zooming through the clouds. The city was in shambles.

Not like, shamble, shambles. It was shambles in Jay’s opinion as he groaned and stomped his way through the rain.

Screw school. Screw this stupid rain, screw my alarm clock, screw this-

“Dude, why are you running in the rain? You’re soaked. Are you heading to school?” A pink-haired boy in a red Ferrari shouted from across the street.

Jay sighed in relief, immediately running across the road to said Ferrari. “Choi Yeonjun. You are a life-saver. Could I get a ride real quick? I’ll pay back for engine fees and for soaking the inside of your Ferrari with rainwater.”

“Hop right in, and don’t worry about returning. Let’s have some fun with this baby.” Yeonjun smirked and revved the engine, swerving past cars and buildings like it was a little RPG game.

At this rate, I’ll make it to school in no time.

“Dude, I’m so sorry. I guess you have to walk.”

Just as he thought things were taking a better turn, Yeonjun decides to show off his new driving skills and zooms through roads at a rapid speed, so fast that he crashed the car by a tree. It was a miracle that both of them didn’t get hurt but as far as Jay was concerned, he could worry about that some other time. This was just slowing him down on his long and tedious journey towards his form of hell.

On the bright side, the rain had stopped and the sunshine was back as if nothing had happened.

“I’ll get going to school.” Jay internally groaned and started sprinting in the direction of his school.

“Hey, at least I helped you get closer to school! Didn’t I?” Yeonjun shouted from behind and coyly smiled.

Such a boastful punk, Jay thought. “Whatever, bro!” He turned back and gave his older friend a quick wave before dashing off.

“Park Jongseong! You’re late...again.”

“I’m aware.” Jay didn’t spare his English teacher an eye and slung his backpack over the chair, about to take a seat.

“Stop giving me attitude, I’m your teacher.Why are you tardy for the fourth time this month?”

“Alarm clock.”

“Alarm clock what? Are you afraid to speak up? I don’t see you acting like this in the hallways.”

Jay looked down at his feet and sighed before side-eyeing his teacher. “Overslept, okay? Sir if you could just let me off the hook you would be able to proceed with your Shakespeare nonsense.”

The entire class snickered. It was no secret that Jay loathed Mr. Jung, the English teacher. Who didn’t? Mr. Jung treated every student in school like they were incapable toddlers and it was a wonder that anyone would dare to stand up to his stupid remarks. Jay’s carefree attitude towards his horrible teachers was one of the reasons why he earned so many fangirls.

Not like you were one, of course. You watched as he pulled his chair out and sat next to you out of the three other vacant seats at the back of the class.

Mr. Jung rolled his eyes and continued writing on the blackboard. “Also, Jongseong,” he added, “you’re wearing your school shirt the wrong way round. See you in detention for your tardiness.”

A few of the girls in a few seats in front of him whispered rapidly, although whispering didn’t stop Jay from finding out about their gossip.

“Lol! So much for being the bad boy of our grade. He looks like a wreck today.”

“I know right? I wonder what the other fangirls will think of this. Should we send the pictures to the fan club?”

The second girl giggled. “Yeah, duh. Name it jay-park-wreck-images.”

So much for my reputation. Jay could only roll his eyes as he pulled out his supplies, ignoring the camera clicks coming from the seats in front of him.

“Oh, yay. At least I’ll have a detention buddy now.”

Jay eyed you up and down like your statement was some sort of monstrosity. “Detention? You, detention? Pfft.” He laughed.

“Yeah, Jay. Me, detention. Why are you so happy about it? Glad to be stuck with another girl?”

“What, no-no. You just...don’t seem like the type to be in detention. How’d you get it?”

“This..may be kind of embarrassing, but...” You turned to the side and Jay gasped.

On the sleeve of your uniform was a...rabbit? It wasn’t too obvious as to what the marker doodle was but it was apparent that you had intentionally spent time to draw on it.

“Look, I was bored in assembly this morning and found a spare marker in my pocket! Don’t judge, we all know how bad assembly can be.” You blurted just as Jay was about to ask why you had done what you did.

“You could’ve just drawn on your hand or done something else with the marker.” Jay sighed and shook his head at your dumb decision.

“I was out of my mind, okay? Ugh, Assembly always drives me nuts. I got called out for for the horrendous ink bleed when Mr. Jung saw as I walked into the classroom. He said it ‘didn’t follow school guidelines’.”

“For once, I agree with Mr. Jung. It was a stupid choice, you know? If you didn’t draw on your uniform then you wouldn’t have to go to detention now.”

“Jay Park, the bad boy of school, is telling me to be a rule abider. Biggest twist of the century.” You rolled your eyes.

Jay frowned and turned back at you, losing that little spark in his eyes that he once kept. “I’m not a bad boy you know? I just don’t like the system in place here.”

“As if anyone is going to believe that. Go hang out with another girl of yours. I’m not here to be your toy.”

“People like you are the reason why everyone thinks I’m a bad person. I thought you were different, you know?”

You had been preoccupied with taking notes for class, but now you looked at him with squinted eyes. “Well, I am different. Different as In someone who doesn’t fall for your useless charms. Go suck up to your fangirls or something.”

Jay rolled his eyes and scooted away from you. He thought he had been lucky to meet you, but he guessed not.

You always do this, you idiot. You were so close to making a new friend.

You put your hands in your head and side-eyed Jay, who seemed to be struggling as Mr. Jung blurted out an entire unit’s summary.

The boy hadn’t brought any stationery and was definitely on the wrong page of the textbook. You figured that he was this disheveled from his absolute lack of planning but you still felt bad.

His hair was a mess, it was still damp from the rain before. If only you could help him style it…

Why do I want to touch his hair? That’s weird and gross.

You were so occupied with thinking about Jay that you realized that he was still struggling in class.

Maybe you could make things better.

“I’m sorry.”

Jay was struggling to find the page you guys were on for class when a pencil blocked his view.

“What do you want?” He said as he tried to look past your pencil swinging.

“It’s a pencil for you since I realized that your table is practically empty and you’re going to need something to take notes with for later. Also, it’s page 153, not 53.” You leaned over to help him flip the pages.

“Oh, that makes so much more sense. I was wondering why we were relearning unit 3 when finals aren’t even near yet.”

You raised your eyebrows, looking up at a relieved Jay. “So you do pay attention in class.”

“Of course I do! I’m a student. You should stop using that stereotype on me.” Jay frowned and a tinge of disappointment shadowed his face.

“Right, I know. I’m sorry. I’m trying to work on it, it’s rumors and assumptions that have built up over the past few years and I understand that it shouldn’t get in the way of our friendship.”

“Friendship? We have a friendship?” Jay chuckled and cocked an eyebrow up, teasing you.

Maybe it was that eyebrow slit or the weird tension that was building up between the both of you. You felt your face heat up. “I mean- yeah, friendship. Are we not friends?”

“I don’t know, hun. I thought we were something more.”

“Um...best...friends?”

It was perfect timing as the bell rang and you immediately started packing things into your bag, eyes glued to the clock instead of the amused boy next to you.

Jay laughed, running his hands through his blonde locks and watching as you started running out of class, your eyes occasionally looking back at him to see if he was still staring at you.

“See you in detention!” He called, drawing the attention of your classmates.

Jay Park needs to learn how to shut his mouth. Everyone was now staring at you and you were flustered, embarrassed, shocked, and confused. The weird mix of emotions were driving you nuts. All you could muster was a little nod and you dashed out of there as fast as you could.

“Today we’re going to learn about Murphy’s Law. It is where anything that can go wrong will go wrong.”

“But everything that can work, will work.” Jay raised his hand and added, sparing a glance at you jotting notes in the back of the classroom, oblivious to his reference towards you.

“You’re right Jay. Murphy’s Law works both ways. Reversing it is considered part of science…”

Today morning was a storm (figuratively and literally) and everything seemed to be going wrong for Jay. Murphy’s Law prevails. but there’s always a rainbow after the storm. You were his rainbow and his lucky charm.

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keilemlucent · 4 years ago

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the sex party: ii

(r18+)

shinsou hitoshi x reader

ao3

part 1 || part 2 (you’re here!)

word count: ~9k

You and Hitoshi definitely have a thing for each other, but who would've thought that a 'sex party' would produce a confession?

warnings:

COLLEGE AU! characters are explicitly aged up to college students as early 20 year olds!

not really a sex party, mutual pining, friends to lovers, confessions, reader is canonically bi, brief momo x reader, light dom/sub, spanking, references to drug use, smoking (cigarettes, salem trademarked fic thing), drinking, and smut

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once again, thank you to @keiqos for editing, absolute gem :’^). now read and take this nice fluff and smut!!!

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Hitoshi hailed the gang outside just before calling an Uber, vaguely explaining what happened and that you were both headed back towards campus. Denki and Jiro assured the two of you that they’d find the fucker and get him thrown out and spit on.

“What a fucker, I’m sorry that happened, (Y/N),” Jiro frowned, eyebrows creased with anger. She cracked her knuckles.

You felt your chest tighten as you smiled back reflexively, “It’s alright. I’m just glad it's over.”

Mina grabbed your shoulders, “I’m going to ruin him for ya’, (Y/N). Ruin.”

She was deadpanned about it, waving a quick goodbye before running into the party to presumably go and kick the guy’s ass. The rest of the party peers followed, leaving with a similar sentiment and a lot of anger.

Denki remained, rubbing the back of his neck, “Are y’all headed back to the house then?”

You nodded, eyeing Shinsou, “Yeah, back to your guys’ place.”

Denki’s eyebrows raised, a wicked grin coming to his face.

Hitoshi gave a half-hearted glare.

Denki continued looking smitten as all hell. He gave Hitoshi a quick hug and crushed one into you. He flitted back in the house with a lightness in his steps that showed distinctly that he was far more drunk than he was letting on.

...

Part of you had a feeling that the night was far from over.

The Uber arrived a few minutes later, smelling of cheap air freshener and stale cologne. You climbed into the back seat as far as you could go. You expected Hitoshi to take the passenger’s side, but he slid beside you, buckling himself into the middle seat.

You didn’t say anything, but you mentally thanked him.

Considering the number of weird friend boundaries (when were you going to be honest with yourself, god, just say it) that had been breached already, you let yourself fall just the slightest bit into Hitoshi’s side as the car began to move.

Hitoshi continued tapping around on his phone one-handed, all to wrap an arm around the back of your seat, half around your shoulder. You relished his heat and let the details fade away as you stared out of the car window.

At some point, Hitoshi put his phone away, stuffing into the pocket of his jeans.

“Your jacket—” You spoke up, but Hitoshi quickly and quietly shushed you, squeezing your shoulder.

“I already had Momo grab it, no big deal,” You hadn’t realized how close he was until the heat of his breath rolled over your ear. “It’s much more important to make sure you’re feeling alright.”

Why is he so nice?

You remained silent, hyper-aware of the softness of your bare thigh pressing against Hitoshi’s own. You could feel the heat radiating off of him, the warmth of his breath so close to your face in such a small space.

And you wanted more.

The neon lights of the city reappeared, growing brighter as the two of you neared Hitoshi’s home. Your mind swirled and spun with revelation after revelation.

How the fuck had you not realized how much you liked Hitoshi sooner?

I mean, it was obvious, but repression really does things to a person.

The Uber finally pulled up to Hitoshi’s home. The two of you swiftly went inside, an odd silence between the two of you.

As you stepped out of your heels, Hitoshi broke it from the living room.

“What if I told you I ordered food from that one late-night diner and it’ll be here in ten minutes?” Hitoshi glanced up from his phone with a dashing smile, the kind only you got to see.

It made you want to fucking explode.

You cracked your own, standing fully and stretching your toes, “I’d say ‘thank god, and god is Hitoshi Shinso.”

“You flatter me,” He chuckled, waltzing into the living room. You followed, aware of the eerie quiet that the house carried. It was rare that Hitoshi’s home was fully uninhabited and fully soundless.

It made your thoughts seem even louder.

“Want anything? Water? I can make us some drinks if you’re still in that mood,” Hitoshi offered, already moving towards the kitchen.

It felt like you were going to burst.

“Water is okay, I’m not really feeling like drinking anymore.” You laughed softly, rubbing the back of your neck. You were desperately trying to relieve your own internal tension, but you just fucking couldn’t.

Hitoshi returned a moment later with a glass for you and a kind gaze, regarding you were the most sacred thing in the world. The glass trembled in your grip as you refused to maintain eye contact with him.

You really couldn’t handle any more of this.

“You tired? I can set up the couch for you if you wanna lie down, unless you want me to walk you back to your dorm?” Hitoshi asked, moving towards the linen closet to grab your usual sheets and blankets. Hitoshi obviously sensed your discomfort and the bastard was too nice for his own fucking good, trying to cater to your every fucking need.

He’s way too nice.

...

You made your decision in that moment.

You swallowed, tongue feeling thick in your mouth. Fear wormed its way into your gut, but you spoke through it.

“Actually, can we talk?” You hated the way how your voice trembled.

Your knees felt weak when you saw Hitoshi’s expression fall, pretty violet orbs drooping.

Both of you were well aware of what the conversation would be about.

Hitoshi stopped across the room, turning to you. His brow was furrowed with anxiety. His voice came out sticky, pushing, “I think you’ve had a long night.”

Fuck it.

Tell him.

How much longer can you keep this up anyway?

“It’s going to feel a lot longer if I’m sleeping on the couch when I want to be in your bed.”

The silence that stunned the room echoed louder than anything you had ever heard before. You stared down at your feet, ignoring the way overemotional tears began to gather in your eyes. Your vision clouded, but your mouth kept spewing.

It had to.

“Hitoshi, I like you. A lot more than friends like each other.”

More silence.

You hold back sniffles.

You’re fucking up your whole friendship.

“And I know, our flirting has always been teasing, but I think it became real for me at some point.”

More silence.

“I don’t want to fuck up our friendship. You’re my best friend, Hitoshi, and I really, really care about you. And, I don’t want to throw away our friendship over a crush, okay? I just needed to get this off my chest. We can just forget I ever said anything if that’s easier.”

Your own arms come to wrap around yourself, thumbs making idle circles in an attempt to unconsciously soothe yourself.

You could hear Hitoshi take a few steps towards you, inhaling like he was going to speak, but quickly cutting himself off.

Ouch.

A few stray tears ran tracks down your face.

Your lip wobbled as you spoke, “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything sooner, and that I teased you so much while feeling like this, I just didn’t notice—”

“(Y/N).” Hitoshi stood in front of you, low voice shocking you from your thought.

You refused to look up at him.

“H-hey, how about I just go back to my dorm? I’m sorry—” You sputtered, rubbing at your eyes as the carpet grew blurry beneath you.

You felt so fucking pathetic. Maybe it was because it took you this long to figure out your own feelings and say something about them. Maybe, it was because you were fairly certain you were capital l in Love with Hitoshi, yet you didn’t even have the guts to look at you as you confessed.

Maybe, it was all because you were so damn terrified that it was all of these possibilities making you drown in your own insecurities.

Hitoshi, diligent and mindful as ever, took note, even if you didn’t notice.

“(Y/N), look at me.” Hitoshi’s damn near commanded, but you somehow ignored him, spiraling deeper.

You couldn’t keep yourself from shaking as your voice cracked, “I’m so fucking sorry, Hitoshi. I shouldn’t have said anything. I’ll be better, we can—”

And then there were hands, large and soft cupping your jaw, gently forcing your gaze up.

You shook even harder, unable to avoid him any longer.

Your breath felt leached from your lungs when you finally met Hitoshi’s endlessly sweet gaze.

Hitoshi’s eyes were so fucking soft. There was this melancholic smile on his face that made alarms go off in your skull.

He’s going to reject you.

You got the wrong idea.

You sucked down another sob as you tried to lower your head, but Hitoshi’s grip only became firmer. His thumb rubbed away some of your tears as he released a soft sigh.

A moment of quiet passed between the two of you. The teasing, fleeting glances and lustful eye fucking of the earlier night were long gone. All that remained was a tense string of vulnerability that both of you were terrified of.

You were shaking so hard in his grip.

You didn’t notice, but he was shaking too, desperately trying to keep his breathing even.

You blinked up at him, just waiting for him to reject you.

(Like Hitoshi would ever do that—)

“Can I kiss you?” Oh, his voice rolled so low and deep over you, you could’ve died.

Your eyes widened, and all you could do was nod, brain sluggishly following the situation.

He shook his head, lowering his head just a bit closer to your eye level. So ardently did he refuse to look away from you.

“I need you to say it, (Y/N).” He kept himself composed but god, he was struggling.

You gulped, leaning into Hitoshi’s hands for comfort.

“Yes, please,” Your voice came out soft, breaking and needy and Hitoshi wanted every bit of it.

His face hovered in front of yours for a moment, eyes tracing your features with such reverence.

And then his lips were on yours and all of your mutually stored tension broke.

It shattered.

His lips were soft, so different from what you secretly fantasized about. You expected some sort of roughness to him, but now that you were so sinfully close, he radiated calm and sweetness that you could almost taste.

Hitoshi was so gentle with you, one of his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you even closer.

You moved your lips against his, relishing the fact that he was there and you were there. Maybe it was fleeting, maybe he would pull away and say he just wanted to fuck and you’d have to have that conversation. But, in that moment, you just sank into Hitoshi’s touch, throwing your arms over his shoulders and tangling deft fingers into his unruly hair.

You could handle whatever future you were given. Just a morsel of Hitoshi’s soft but unbridled affections felt like more than enough.

(Little did you know how much of him you were to receive.)

Hitoshi pulled away, but hardly. He stayed so close to you, pupils blown wide as his breath fanned of your cheekbones. You so, so wanted to surge forward and drown in him, but you held yourself fast.

He surprised you by letting out his own shaking breath, all the way in his chest. Your eyes widened.

“You’re such an idiot—” Hitoshi laughed and you faltered for a moment. It must’ve shown on your face because his hands started rubbing at your sides.

He kissed you softly again. Something chaste and sweet, like a type of summer fruit that stains your lips.

He pulled away again, lips parted and scanning you.

“You have to say it.” You told him, trying to keep your voice firm, but failing.

“Say what?” He teased, peppering the side of your face with kisses.

You made a small, half-annoyed noise, pushing lightly at his choice, “You know what, Hitoshi.”

He paused, dragging you tighter to him. A hand came up to cup your neck, fingers tracing idle patterns on your pulse point.

The look he wore (so well) was one of pure tenderness that made you ache in the best possible way.

“Of course I like you.” Hitoshi kissed you again.

You were too stunned for words.

Hitoshi kept going, his own tension apparently having broken as well.

(Duh.)

“You have no fucking idea how much I adore you—” He spoke against your lips, hands digging into your sides as you pulled lightly at his hair. You both craved closeness and finally had it. “How much I’ve wanted this, you—”

You whine into his mouth, pressing into him with everything you had.

His touch felt heavenly. After so many months, years of pent up romantic and sexual tension, his hands felt like divine fire against you. Every part of you ached for more of him, as now you were finally able to express your desires.

You pulled away, just enough to lean your foreheads together. Hitoshi’s pupils were blown wide, flickering from your eyes to your lips.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You asked, voice still small.

Hitoshi chuckled, popping a quick kiss onto your nose, “Honestly? I didn’t want you to think I was only your friend because I wanted fuck you.”

Your insides twisted.

“Do... you only want to fuck?” You asked, any movement to pull away blocked by Hitoshi’s hold on you. Your heart hammered in your chest.

You definitely wanted more than just a fuck, but you’d take what you could get.

(You wouldn’t have to.)

“Oh, no, not at all,” Hitoshi spoke matter of factly, wearing the smuggest grin. His lips went to just below the shell of your ear, “There’s plenty more that I want from you, (Y/N).”

“Hitoshi,” You nearly moaned his name as his lips brushed against your ear. “You g-gotta be careful, saying shit like that.”

“Why's that?” Hitoshi’s lips met the fragile skin of your neck and sank into him.

“You k-know why,” Your words trembled as he left trails of kisses against your neck.

All you wanted was more.

“Tell me. I love hearing your voice,” Hitoshi crooned against your neck, pressing at the small of your back so you arched into him.

His words were so damn sweet, it made you melt inside and out as a high moan dribbled from your lips.

Hitoshi nearly growled against your neck, sucking at the skin at your collar. You fisted the back of his sweater, toes curling against the carpet—

And then a soft knock echoed from the door.

You both stopped dead, freezing.

Quickly, Hitoshi straightened out, but not before pressing a loving kiss to the skin he bruised.

“Foods here.” He smiled at you as you breathed, open-mouth and near panting.

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Hitoshi came back from the door with the food, setting it on the coffee table and falling onto the couch. You followed suit as Hitoshi took out a few takeout boxes, handing one to you.

“I got that breakfast combination you always get, I hope that’s okay,” Hitoshi passed you a fork as you nodded.

“How are you so calm right now?” You asked, turning to him and folding your legs under your body.

Hitoshi turned as well, raising an eyebrow and holding up one of his hands between the two of you.

It was shaking violently.

“Not calm, at all. Just composed,” Hitoshi broke into his own food, taking a bite. “Eat something, (Y/N).”

You couldn’t fight him on that. Despite the elated, anxious, (horny) twisting of your gut, the smell of comfort food soothed you after such an eventful night.

The two of you ate in relative silence, both in shared contemplation. It was comfortable, sounds of the city neighborhood and old house filling the space with enough ambient noise to feel natural.

You finally set down your empty box, eyes flickering to Hitoshi as he finished off his food, a bit of egg stuck to his fork.

“I was being serious earlier, you know,” You rubbed at the fabric of your dress, suddenly very aware of the way it rode so high. “About sleeping in your bed rather than the couch.”

“I figured you were,” Hitoshi replied, setting his own food down to face you. “I never said you couldn’t.”

“Let’s clear the air then, if that’s okay,” You asked, a bit uncertain.

It all felt a lot better when Hitoshi grabbed one of your hands, rubbing his thumb along your knuckles. He nodded to you to keep talking.

“So, I like you. You like me.” You began.

Hitoshi nodded again, a cute smile creeping at the corners of his mouth.

“You... don’t just want to fuck?” Your words sounded unsure, but Hitoshi quickly nodded.

“I’d prefer more, but I’ll take what I can get,” Hitoshi shrugged.

You definitely felt somewhat settled and a whole lot less insecure.

If anything, you felt bold.

Very bold.

Before Hitoshi could react, you shoved Hitoshi’s shoulder into the back of the couch. Your bare legs went over either side of Hitoshi’s built thighs, squeezing as you straddled him.

You could feel the way your dress rode up, almost showing off your ass.

(Not like Hitoshi already hadn’t seen it that night—)

You stared him up and down with lowered lips, biting your lip gently.

His violet tresses were wild, roughed up from the night’s events. His cheeks were stained pink, eyes tearing over your figure.

His hands darted to your waist, rubbing his thumbs over your ribs.

“What do you want?” Hitoshi asked, finally breaking his composure with cute, breathless words.

Your trembling hands cupped his face as you leaned into him. Your ghosted your lips over his, breath mingling as you spoke, well aware of what you were doing.

“I just want you, Hitoshi. All of you. I think I have for a long time.”

That was enough for the two of you.

Hitoshi grabbed at you with a possession that made your insides turn to jelly. His lips pressing to your own, licking in your mouth with a fervor that you craved. One of his hands moved to just below your ass, squeezing the flesh with a grip that was sure to bruise. His other hand tangled into your hair, pulling you to angle your mouth just right against his own.

His actions had a fever to them, hands and lips moving in a way that pulled and pushed you perfectly. You knew from goddamn kink night, that Hitoshi was a far more dominant person, but now that you were getting a personal taste? You felt intoxicated by his demanding touch.

All you could do was grab onto the front of his sweater, kissing him with everything you had.

As Hitoshi’s hand slid up to your ass, you experimentally ground down on the growing bulge in his jeans.

He let out a broken moan, roughly grabbing your backside and moving for you to repeat the motion. You arched into the friction, keening in the back of your throat as Hitoshi nipped at your jaw.

“Fuck, Hitoshi,” You moaned, your hands trailing down his chest to tease at the hem of his sweater.

Hitoshi wasn’t one to be beat, licking a line from your collarbone to your ear, biting and kissing to his heart's content. Your hips stuttered against his own, both of you moaning in tandem. His hardened cock pressing against your practically bare sex made your head spin with potential.

You grabbed at his hips beneath his sweater, dipping just below his waistband—

Suddenly, Hitoshi pulled away from your neck, breathing hard and slow. He swallowed, grabbing your face in both of his hands and peppering slow kisses all over your face.

“You have no fucking idea—” Hitoshi kissed your roughly, squeezing at your jaw. You moaned so prettily for him as he swallowed your sounds with a groan. He pulled away, sighing deeply, “how badly I want to keep going, but—”

You finished his sentence, sighing and touching your forehead to his, “It has been a long night.”

Hitoshi made a noise of agreement, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead before you pulled back, “Is that alright?”

You shook out your own breath, nodding, “Of course. I want to keep going too, but I don’t want to rush anything. Wanna make sure we’re comfy, you know?”

Hitoshi rumbled out a laugh, pulling you into a solid embrace. His nose pressed into the juncture between your neck and shoulder, nuzzling into you, “You gotta stop being so sweet, (Y/N).”

You raised your eyebrow, threading your hands through his hair, feeling how he instantly relaxed into your touch, “What did I do?”

“I mean, your existence is pretty sweet. Cute too. Sexy. Hot. I could go on,” Hitoshi nipped at your neck, daring to suck gently at the weak skin. “But, I think that would just rile me up more.”

“Good point,” You gently tugged his hair to bring his face back to yours. “Your room?”

He kissed you in reply.

The shattering of tension left a gentle warmth running through you, and you couldn’t wait to see what else was to come.

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The two of you swayed upstairs hand-in-hand.

It felt weirdly domestic, rubbing off your makeup with the cleansing wipes you had long stored at Hitoshi’s for late nights studying or drinking.

He stood next to you, brushing his teeth in a roomy tee and sweats. You still wore your party dress, rumpled and a bit too dirty for comfort. You found yourself glaring your body down, remembering the very sour event of the evening. Your skin crawled and itched.

Hitoshi caught it easily. He knew you so well.

“You wanna ‘showber?” Hitoshi’s words came out garbled through the foam in his mouth.

“That might be best, yeah,” You sighed in some form of defeat, nervously rubbing your arms for a moment. Hitoshi spit and rinsed as you finished removing the mascara from your eyes.

As you finished, Hitoshi urged you to sit on the toilet seat, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he darted from the room. You straightened up at the freely given affection, loving the way your heart pounded. He returned quickly, carrying a fluffy towel and a pile of folded clothes.

“Take your time. If you need anything, just shout, okay?” Hitoshi laid them on the counter and squatted down in front of you, taking your hands in his and squeezing.

You nodded.

It wasn’t the first time you had taken a shower at Hitoshi’s. You could only be thankful that he and Sero had good enough hygiene habits that it was fairly clean for a college house.

You felt damn near euphoric, getting to wash the sweat, fear, touches and smoke from your skin and hair. You took extra care to cleanse your body the best you could, washing everything properly and thoroughly.

(You know, just in case.)

(For the morning.)

You digress.

Warmed and feeling far more clean both mentally and physically, you toweled off and slipped into the clothes Hitoshi left. The shirt he gave you was way too large, nearly hanging off of one of your shoulders. He must’ve had it mixed in with laundry as it held the scent of his pine-ish cologne that had always made you melt. The sweats he loaned to you also fit poorly, but you didn’t mind too much.

You padded your way into Hitoshi’s room.

It was a familiar spot. Many nights were spent here drunkenly carousing with your pals, rolling on the worn hardwood. Many hours had been spent splayed out on the floor, both of you pouring over textbooks and academic journals, constructing brutal papers with the aid of unhealthy amounts of lukewarm black coffee.

Hitoshi’s room, for a long time, strangely, had been incredibly comfortable and safe. On a night like this one, you couldn't be more glad.

His room was dimly lit, yellowish string lights hung on the ceiling. They dimly illuminated the many gig posters, prints, and thrifted picture frames he had amassed over the years. A desk in the corner, an aged dresser, and a (blessedly) queen-sized bed with a comfy black duvet.

You blinked at Hitoshi, noting the lack of his usual clutter around the room, “Did you clean while I was in the shower?”

Hitoshi was standing in the corner, tapping away at his phone with a furrowed brow, but managed to look up and flash you a smile, “Maybe.”

You chuckled, walking up to him and comfortably wrapping your arms around his waist, burying your face in his arm. You felt him jump a bit, but quickly relax.

It was all new to both of you, but very welcome.

“Is everything alright?” You asked, watching the way Hitoshi frowned at his phone.

He ran a hand over his face, sighing, “How surprised would you be if I told you Denki and Hanta blacked out and puked on the way back?”

“Not very surprised, but still, yikes,” You looked up at Hitoshi. “Are they coming back here? I’ll babysit if you have to, too.”

He turned to give you a small, sympathetic smile, “That is very sweet of you, but it sounds like they’re going to crash Momo’s or Katsuki’s.”

You felt... suspicious.

You narrowed your eyes at him, eyes darting to your purse on his nightstand, “I haven’t checked the group chat, but did you put something in the group chat?

Hitoshi took a sharp inhale, a cute blush painting his nose and cheeks, “It may have slipped that we finally... said we liked each other.”

“May have?” You raised an eyebrow.

“There may have been a betting pool that I have just been made aware of—”

“Did... Did they all know?”

“And, they wanted to give us some privacy—”

You covered your face with your hands, leaning into him, “Jesus fucking—”

“Very considerate of them, considering,” Hitoshi sighed, pocketing his phone and wrapping his arms over your shoulders. “I’d much rather be sleeping next to you than dealing with blackout Denki.”

“True, true,” You sighed, uncovering your face to look up at Hitoshi. He was beaming at you with a look of adoration that made your chest ache. You frowned, “Are you gonna be able to sleep?”

You knew of Hitoshi’s insomnia well. Though you could manage to sleep, his inability to fall into slumber was something he wrestled with daily. You knew he was able to sleep some, but it was a great difficulty and was the root cause of his incessant caffeine consumption.

“I’m gonna try, if not, it’ll be okay, I’ll at least be very comfortable,” He rubbed his hands up and down your arms. “Besides, it’s easier to sleep next to someone.”

“Really?” You asked, tilting your head to the side. “Like, has it always been easier for you to sleep with someone?”

Hitoshi gave a little sigh, nodding.

“Dummy,” You snorted, lightly flicking his nose. “You could’ve asked me.”

“To... Sleep with me?” Hitoshi blinked down at you.

“Yeah. I would’ve said yes,” you shrugged easily. It was hardly a question. Even if you didn’t have incredibly strong feelings for Hitoshi, you would’ve tried to help. “I’ve always cared about you like that.”

Hitoshi closed his eyes and took a big inhale, the hands on your arms speeding up a little, “You have no idea what you do to me, do you, (Y/N)?”

Your gut dropped, “I don’t—”

Hitoshi didn’t give you a chance to fully answer him before leaning down abruptly and scooping you into his arms. Your arms flew to his neck for purchase as he cradled you to his chest, squeezing and walking to the bed.

“You are just so fucking sweet,” Hitoshi set you down on the bed, allowing you to adjust yourself to look up at him. You sat on your legs, kneeling while looking up at him.

He bit his lip, eyes widened and glassy looking down at you. You gulped as you heard his shaking breaths, felt his trembling hand cup your cheek.

“You’re way too good,” Hitoshi breathed, shaking his head.

The incredibly tense sexual aura of the moment dissipated as Hitoshi sat next to you on the bed, scooting to the inside of the mattress and pulling up the comforter.

Part of you was disappointed, feeling lingering pressure between your thighs, but the more sensical part of you was very tired and wanted nothing more than to finally hold Hitoshi and fall into sleep.

“Hey, get over here,” Hitoshi knocked you from your thoughts as his arms wrapped around your waist. He dragged you up, fitting you in the crook of his arm, pressing his nose into your hair. “If you’re in my bed, you’re gonna be in my bed, fully committed.”

“I’m not complaining,” You purred, more than satisfied with throwing your leg of his own, curling in his chest.

Part of you wanted to check, to confirm that all of this was okay. The night had been a lot and you were sure both of you were pretty keyed up from everything. Getting together with Hitoshi was hardly the outcome you expected of the ‘sex party,’ but you weren’t going to complain. Fuck, you could hardly do anything as Hitoshi’s cologne, heat, and firm body were already lulling your body to sleep.

“You are sleeping, aren’t ‘ya?” Hitoshi teased, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You made a small noise, the most you could muster before burying yourself at his collarbone.

Sleep quickly took you under, Hitoshi beaming you the sweetest smile and lavishing you with quiet, subtle affections as not to wake you.

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You woke up to dawn light streaming in through a slit in a familiar set of curtains. You grumbled, half-awake, but really not wanting to move. You were too comfortable. Warmth filled your body, peace floated over your slumber-hazed mind and you couldn’t help letting out a content sigh.

The presence of heat let out a familiar chuckle.

You slowly opened your eyes again, becoming aware of the fact that you were half sprawled over Hitoshi. He was looking down at you, sweetly, eyebrow raised.

You literally gasped.

Hitoshi’s hair was tousled and far more wild with bedhead. The amethyst yolks of his eyes were lit up by the early morning light, and he just beamed down at you.

“You’re so pretty,” You let slip.

The events of the night prior became fresh in your mind. The good ones far outweighed the bad. It was even easier to ignore any and all sour feelings because fucking finally you and Hitoshi were in bed together.

Finally.

“Why, thank you. You’re pretty beautiful yourself, you know.”

You were going to nut.

His. Voice.

It was always deep, a rolling bass, but addled with sleep? It was graveled and coarse and it made you literally wet.

“Fuck.” Was all you could muster as you slowly sat up.

Hitoshi squeezed you around your ribs, a knowing look and smile stretched across his face.

The hold on your waist reminded you that Hitoshi was, in fact, holding you. His hands, soft for how large they were, massaged slow, deep circles just above your hips and through your borrowed shirt. You had to have slept tucked up into him like that all night.

You hoped there would be many more like it.

“Did you sleep okay?” You asked, your own voice rough.

Hitoshi grinned drowsily, “I did. It’s a hell of a lot easier next to you.”

You couldn’t suppress the way your lips curled into a smile. Leaning forward, you ran your hands up his chest to brace yourself, leaving a soft kiss on his lips, “I’m glad. Very glad. Wanna do it again sometime?”

“Oh, (Y/N),” Hitoshi rumbled, hands moving up to tickle lightly at your ribs. “Now that I’ve gotten a taste of how lovely it is to sleep next you, I don’t know if I’ll ever let you sleep anywhere else.”

You raised an eyebrow, “Let me? Interesting word choice.”

“Intentional word choice,” Hitoshi’s eyes darkened, tracing your form as he wet his lips, “You like a bit of control exerted on you, don’t you, (Y/N)?”

You shuddered as Hitoshi dragged you closer, up his body so your hips straddled his own.

“I mean, yeah,” you breathed, clothes beginning to feel way too hot atop your skin. “You were there for kink night, weren’t you?”

You tried to joke, but Hitoshi didn’t let you.

“I was there,” One of Hitoshi’s hands tangled into your hair, rubbing affectionately, but your gut told you he had other, more particular, plans. “And, I have a good memory.”

Without missing a beat, Hitoshi flipped the two of you.

Your back hit the mattress and knocked the wind out of you. A breathy gasp fell from your lips, unabashed as Hitoshi was suspended on top of you.

You almost spoke, but then you noticed the way Hitoshi was looking at you, and you couldn’t. Whatever breath that laid in your lungs slowly dripped out.

He was looking at you like a man starved.

His eyes glittered as he traced each curve of your body, pliant and beginning to tremble under his touchless attention.

“Y-you’re bold, you know that?” You managed to stutter out.

Hitoshi chuckled to himself, shaking his head, “Just observant. You always say that I’m a good listener.”

You shuddered as Hitoshi leaned down, nose trailing down your jaw to your pulse point. He paused above the fluttering beat of your heart before licking a strip down your neck with the flat of his tongue.

“Jesus, Hitoshi,” You scraped out, swallowing as heat rushed through your tense body.

He pulled away, only to hover just above your face, staring into your eyes with an intensity that would be stifling from anyone else other than him.

“Do you want me to keep going? We don’t have to if you’re not comfortable,” Holy fuck, did Hitoshi’s voice somehow get lower? Is that what fucking happened when he got horny?

You were going to die.

“No, no, we should keep going, yes,” You really tried not to sound desperate, but it hardly mattered. Hitoshi could more than tell, he knew you so well.

You didn’t give him a chance to tease you, hands clasping behind his head to gently pull him down to your lips.

God, you were positive you wouldn’t ever tire of Hitoshi in any way. Everything about him seemed so right, good and perfect especially near you.

Hitoshi nipped at your bottom lip, one of his hands insistently rubbing at the bones of your hip. You shuddered at the onslaught of sensations, slotting your mouth against his to bring him as close as you could manage.

One of your hands flitted down his frame, tugging at the hem of his sleep shirt. You’d seen Hitoshi shirtless plenty of times, eyed him as much as was acceptable for ‘bros’, and then moved on with a reddened face, but you would be damned if you weren’t going to ogle him a bit, now that you had the open opportunity to.

Hitoshi sat back on your hips, pulling his shirt over his head with ease and became what you could only be certain was a manifestation of your dreams.

It was clear he indeed had very much been working out, all the muscles of his abs and arms were toned and well-used, even holding a bit of the tan from when he started his training last summer.

You noted, drool puddling in your mouth, that he (and assumedly Denki) did get their nipples pierced for their ten-year friend-iversary last fall. Cute barbels hung from his nipples, surprising, but also very hot. You followed the ‘v’ of his hips to the waistband of the soft grey sweatpants he was wearing, noting with a shocked raise of the eyebrows that Hitoshi was already considerably hard and considerably large.

“You like what you see?” Hitoshi teased, leaning back over you to worry at your neck with a few well-placed licks.

You swallowed, hands pressing to his chest, running up and down the soft skin before going to pinch one of his nipples, “I really do, fuck.”

Hitoshi’s breath stutters against your neck, “Like ‘em?”

“I thought you two were kidding.”

“Oh, never—!”

Hitoshi’s words were yanked from his chest as you pinched and twisted both of his nipples, albeit lightly. You were doing it partially to get a reaction and gauge how sensitive he was. With the way he whined from the back of his throat, you inferred that he was very sensitive.

“Aren’t there more important things you could be doing with your hands?” You chided, though not an edge of malice was in your voice.

Hitoshi just seemed spurred on by this, grunting and swiping your wrists into his grip. Your hands were pressed above your head, pinned to the mattress by his body weight.

A low whine spun from the back of your throat.

“You’re really lucky that I like brats and that I love you—”

Both of you paused.

He...

Did he just—

Did he just drop the L bomb?

He dropped the L BOMB .

You stared up at Hitoshi, frowning at the absolute terror in his eyes.

“I, I mean, I didn’t mean it like that,” Hitoshi sat back up on you, nervousness in every motion of his body. “I just meant—”

“Hey,” You interrupted, sitting up with him. “I love you too, you know. I’m pretty sure I have.”

Hitoshi doesn’t say anything for a minute and neither do you. You’re both in stunned silence. Enraptured by the other, your forms painted with the precious, vibrant gold that streamed in from the curtained window. The other sounds were that of the ambient city awakening and the unsteady breath that was shared between the two of you.

It was oddly perfect, and neither of you complained.

“So,” Hitoshi broke the silence, running his hands up your arms. “I love you.”

Oh, did it feel like a drug to hear his morning voice say the new phrase in such a way.

You nodded, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to his navel, “And I love you.”

“Then, it’s settled.”

There was certainly more to discuss involving the nature of your relationship, including the fact that you both had your heads so far up your asses for so long and were definitely in denial for a good portion of time, and that your love was a lot more complicated than either of you were making it out to be.

But, you both certainly shared the history for it.

All of the late nights where you both eyed the other secretly, turning away at the last moment before being noticed.

There were plenty small moments of caring, too.

There was the way how whenever you were over, you made Hitoshi a new pot of coffee, no matter if the old one was out.

There was Hitoshi’s intentional habit and insistence (that had lasted years) that he walked you back from parties, sharing cigarettes or half-carrying you. He never minded.

There was the way you had memorized each other's takeout orders months ago.

There was the small drawer in Hitoshi’s desk that was dedicated to things you left and might need. Several extra pairs of socks, makeup remover, a spare notebook, an extra laptop charger for when you inevitably forgot your own.

There was, of course, the way that you and Hitoshi were currently looking at each other. Fuck whatever fragile, easy-to-tear-away eye contact that had been occurring between the two of you for years, all that there was now between was the collection of lost time.

“Please kiss me.”

The request was obliged.

Hitoshi was quick to pin you back to the mattress, bratty behavior forgotten and stored away. There would be plenty of time to explore that mutual side of your relationship, but now only desire was Hitoshi and your shared pleasure.

Your lips slotted together, pulling a moan from your chest as Hitoshi immediately licked his into your mouth. It was a bit sloppy, rushed in the heat of the moment, but he quickly slowed down. Cupping your jaw, he deepened the kiss as you moved against him, lightly rolling your hips for any sort of friction.

You were the first to pull away, nosing to his jaw and lavishing it with bites and kisses. The rough groans and grunts that Hitoshi spilled were all the motivation you needed to go lower and lower on his neck.

Marking him as you pleased, you sucked at the skin of his neck, leaving bruises and spittle in your wake. You teasingly blew at the wet spots a few times, loving the way he shivered against you.

Hitoshi wasn’t to be outplayed, hands roving over your body. He left quick squeezes and rolled his thumbs anywhere he could reach. It was like he had to touch everything.

Your back arched and you cried into his neck as Hitoshi’s hands squeezed your breasts over your shirt, worrying a nipple with the pads of his fingers in the same way that you did to him earlier.

“Can’t take what you dish out?” Hitoshi chuckled in your ear as you squirmed underneath him.

You shook your head, biting on one of his collar bones, “I want more.”

His lips were back on your own before you could think.

You could feel how wet you were getting, unattended heat that desperately needed contact of any kind. As Hitoshi’s teeth nipped your neck, trailing lower to the wide collar of your shirt, it only got worse.

“Can I take this off?” Hitoshi asked, ever the gentleman.

You didn’t answer, but rather whipped your shirt off as quickly as possible.

And then your upper half was bared to him.

Your breasts spilled with gravity and rose and fell with your own light panting, glistening with sweaty dew.

You swallowed as Hitoshi’s hand went to your navel, flat-palmed. Slowly, he dragged it upwards, stopped to palm your tits only for a moment. You took note of how thick his fingers were and how you wanted nothing more than for them to fuck you into oblivion.

His fingers trailed to your sternum, then to your throat, tracing up the column before roughly grabbing your jaw.

“You,” Hitoshi voice sounded thick as he pressed his knee into your sex. “Have no idea what you to do me.”

“Then fucking show me.” You spit back out at him, one of your hands teasing at the top of his waistband,

Fuck Hitoshi’s knee, apparently, because he immediately slid down the bed to hover in between your legs.

You snapped your knees closed out of surprise, all the same dripping against your panties

“You want me to show you?” Hitoshi seemed to be speaking more to himself than you. “Then I will.”

Hitoshi slipped his thumbs under the waistband of the borrowed sweats, pulling them down and off of you with ease. He situated himself back between your legs, parting you by your inner thighs with a bruising grip.

You heard his sharp intake of breath as he hovered so close to your sex.

“Already so wet for me? I’m flattered.” Hitoshi didn’t give you any chance to quip back as he licked your slit through your thin panties.

You squirmed for him, all for him.

“Please, more, ‘Toshi,” Your voice was warped with pleading, but you could hardly care. The burning look that Hitoshi flashed you was more than enough to nonverbally explain his intentions.

He set to marking up your thighs, murmuring sweet nothings to and about the flesh and how you cried out for him so well. He dotted you with lovely bruises, kissing closer and closer to your dripping cunt.

With one final, pleading look, Hitoshi all but tore off the thin panties you wore and ravished you.

He licked from your opening to your clit with a flat tongue, making your thighs stiffen and toes curl. You felt him hum against you as he shifted your legs over his shoulder. One of his arms wrapped under your thigh, pressing at the bottom of your tummy and locking you in place.

He sucked hard on your clit, just once, almost as some sexual litmus test to assess your ability to move freely.

It was very low as all you could do was arch for him, whines filling the air.

It seemed like it was more than enough for him.

Hitoshi tongue fucked you sloppy, refusing to give you any more stimulation on your clit, no matter how you tried to buck at his face. All Hitoshi’s hold would allow you to do was gently grind against his face as slick and spit soaked the bed below. It was more than enough to make your brain gummy, craving nothing more and more of his touch.

You squeezed your thighs around Hitoshi’s cheeks as he carefully pressed one of his aforementioned thick fingers into your cunt. Hot pleasure permeated every corner of you as you panted for Hitoshi, all for him.

He curled his finger just right and you screamed.

Hitoshi was quick to take the hint, pushing around another inside to repeat the motion, lips, and tongue working your clit as the pressure built beautifully.

“You close, kitten?” Hitoshi’s words were muffled by your cunt, but holy fuck, you knew exactly what he said.

You whined at the use of the word, nodding and panting out a muddled affirmative.

Hitoshi sucked lewdly at the mess between your legs, pulling your body to the apex of its hot pressure, before breaking.

Your back curled off the bed, Hitoshi’s hold released to all you to fully fuck his face as he slurped at the juices between your thighs. Your mind went fuzzy as pleasure crackled through your frame, fingers curling into the rumpled fabric below and your head bowing back into the pillows.

You slowly came down, twitching as Hitoshi continued to kiss around your sex. You could half-tell he was grinding against the bed; he was that turned on.

You sat up, swaying a bit, drunk on bliss, and already semi-fucked out.

Yet, you still wanted more.

“‘Toshi, please,” You looked at him helplessly.

He sat up on his knees, hands going to play with your tits as he raised a smug eyebrow, face wet with you, “Want my cock, kitten? Is that it?”

“Holy fuck, ‘Toshi, please,” Your voice came out as mixture between a whine and growl as Hitoshi chuckled, reaching to the side for the nightstand and condoms, you assumed.

“I thought I’d have to do more to get you begging, with that little bratty shit you pulled earlier,” He mused, stepping off the bed for only a moment to finally pull off his sweats.

If your mouth had been any more open, drool would have fallen into your lap.

Hitoshi was, once again, sculpted. The guy put in work and it showed. That was less important and less relevant as you were currently lewdly, literally, drooling over his cock. It wasn’t only cervix-shatteringly long, but it was thick and curved just right. It was flushed, fully hard against his abs and leaking beads of preek, all from the friction of the bed and giving you head.

“Can I do it?” You asked as Hitoshi unwrapped the condom.

He nodded, cheekily, handing you the package.

You crawled to the edge of the bed, stopping to sit on your knees as he stood above you. Carefully, you rolled the rubber on, clenching your thighs together as your oversensitive cunt throbbed.

You stared at its girth, biting your lip nervously and looked up at Hitoshi.

Immediately, his gaze softened and he caught your face in his hand, thumbing over your cheek, “Are you alright?”

“Y-yeah, just, uh,” You stumbled over your words, gaze flipping from his very pretty cock and his very pretty face. “Do you have lube? It’s been a while and I don’t want to tear.”

“I do,” Hitoshi’s worry dissolved, pulling a bottle from the same drawer and tossing it on to the bed. “And, I will try my best not to tear you. We can go as slow or as fast as you like, hm?”

You nodded, biting your lip and crawling back onto the bed.

Hitoshi cooed sweet words to you as the two of you adjusted. Perhaps it was to his own natural nervousness, or maybe yours. All the same, the loving comments about your body and how good you were for him turned you to putty underneath him.

Your legs were thrown up over his shoulders, feet prepared to lock behind his head. Hitoshi knelt between your legs, holding your thighs spread as his lubed cock ran over your folds.

“Tell me if you need me to go slower, okay?” Hitoshi reminded you, ever attentive.

You gulped as Hitoshi breached your cunt with the head of his cock and holy fuck. You stretched, and it burned, but it was nothing that you couldn’t handle. Hitoshi kept praising you, running his lips wherever they could reach as he leaned over your pillow-propped form. Inch by inch, he pushed into you, stopping when your breathing got too harsh.

And then, Hitoshi’s cock was fully sheathed into you and you felt so fucking full, you could die.

“Hey, ‘Toshi?” You spoke breathlessly, wiping sweaty strands of violet hair from his cheeks. “I love you, okay? For a lot more than your dick, but this is a huge perk and I’d feel bad not saying so.”

He was still and silent for a moment, head bent out of your view.

“You’re gonna tell me, while I’m buried this deep in this cute, little cunt of yours, such sweet shit? That you love me?” Hitoshi growled, darkened eyes lust-hazed.

You nodded.

Hitoshi swiftly pulled almost entirely out of cunt, only to slam back into you, angling your hips perfectly to hit your g-spot.

Your nails dug into his shoulders, head thrown back and you gave a breaking wail, body shaking with the sudden cracking of pleasure.

And, Hitoshi didn’t relent.

He continued his hard, deep, and long thrusts, increasing his speed as he felt you loosen for him. With each thrust, wet squelching sounds spurred the two of you on.

Hitoshi’s face buried itself in your neck, sucking harsh marks that sparked pain across your heated skin. You couldn’t get enough of it. You couldn’t get enough of him.

Hitoshi accented each thrust with a more desperate, broken sounding ‘I love you,’ quickly unraveling at the seams as his thrusts and kisses became more erratic.

He reached between the two of you, blessedly circling your clit as your own orgasm was close to cresting.

You came before Hitoshi, just by a second, the clenching of your cunt and the way you moaned his name being more than enough for him to blow his load, fucking you through both of your orgasms.

You both stilled, panting.

Hitoshi fell next to you on the bed, instantly pulling you to his chest and smothering you with kisses. You returned them, shuddering and coming down from the earth-shattering peak you had just been at.

“Fuck, Hitoshi,” You squeezed around your arms around his waist. “You fuck like a god.”

He shook his head, pressing a kiss to your sweaty temple, “You say shit like that and it’s gonna inflate my ego.”

“Guess I gotta keep saying it, then.”

You smiled up at him, moving to straddle his waist, ignoring your bodily complaints.

“I love you, you know,” Hitoshi beams from below you, looking at you with a reverence that you craved for so long, but were too afraid to voice.

You let out a shaking breath, smiling right back, “I love you, too.”

Hitoshi pulled you in for a sweet kiss you returned easily, smiling against his lips, melting into him—

His cock hardened against your thigh.

“Round two?” Considering the smiles you beamed each other, that was a definite ‘yes, please’.

But, you were rudely interrupted by the slammed of the front door. You both stiffened, Hitoshi immediately going to grab your waist and drag you onto the bed. He threw a blanket over you, but it was hardly necessary.

Denki’s voice rang over the house, “HEY! Did y’all fuck yet? If you did, please tell me. I’m against Mina in the betting pool and I’m in deep.”

All you and Hitoshi could spare was a laugh and a sweet kiss, before you shouted back, “What do you think?!”

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Danger Days Chapter 8: Save Yourself, I’ll Hold Them Back

summary: finding shelter in an abandoned home, you try to keep your wits about you and care for the still unconscious Joel until some trouble comes knocking

word count: 3,792

content warnings: mention of gore and impromptu medical care, more canon-typical violence, death, murder, arrival of.... cannibals, y'know the deal hurt/comfort

notes: i didn't mention it last time but yeah, your shit really can kill you if you get your lower intestines punctured lol it's a real thing and gnarly af

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You woke up in a start. Heavy breaths taking hold in your lungs. The small, barely considerable amounts of sleep were getting to you as they had been for the last month as more and more night terrors racked your brain. Rubbing at your eyes, you pushed yourself up to begin your usual routine.

It had been a couple weeks since your little group found yet another abandoned home and it took some hell of maneuvering to get Joel into the basement but it worked. The winter snow was coming in full force and it was peritive you all kept Joel as warm as possible, there were too many odds stacked against him.

Walking over to his prone body, you checked on his wounds once more as you did practically every couple of hours. He was looking worse for wear, even changing out the gauze could only do so much. Whatever small amounts of clean water the three of you had went to cleaning it out, hoping to stave off the infection.

Joel was, by all means, not doing well.

To top it off, even with your meager amount of medic training from your days with FEDRA could never prepare you for the long-term haul you were in with Joel, he was dying. The bastard was dying and you couldn’t help but feel it was your fault.

Night after night you were haunted by the image of him falling off that balcony, the sounds of his groans of pain still lingered in your head even when you were awake. It fucking sucked.

He was asleep now, he barely woke up since everything went to shit at the university then at the mall. That in and of itself felt like a lifetime ago. You put a hand against his forehead, feeling how his fever still hadn’t broken. With the chill in the air as winter was fully settling in making your fingers cold as ice, he didn’t even flinch away. You closed your eyes and sighed, still not wanting to give up. Not for Ellie, not for Tommy, not even for the grumpy man himself.

A quick glance out the small basement window told you it was nearing dusk which startled you. Ellie had left when the sun was at its peak, sometime around noon, surely. She had been gone much much longer than she normally would have.

Usually it was you who left to go hunting for food once your supplies dwindled but Ellie wanted to help relieve the burden from your shoulders and you reluctantly agreed. Yo hated to admit you needed a break. She had argued she wanted to get better with her bow and arrow and she certainly did, often bringing back animals of various sizes. It was her way of coping with potentially losing Joel, something she confided in you that was one of her biggest fears.

Thoughts of Ellie swirled your mind and you paced back and forth, chewing at your fingernails. A nasty habit you suppressed most days. A part of you wanted to go find the girl, follow Callus’ tracks in the snow. Another part of you didn’t want to leave Joel by himself.

Fuck, you thought.

Compartmentalizing you figured if she didn’t return within an hour, you’d go looking for her. If you couldn’t locate her within a mile radius, a strict rule you enforced her limited hunting zone to, you’d hunker down with Joel and wait until morning to find her and scold her for being irresponsible.

You stopped your pacing to look at Joel’s face, seeing how his face was still warped in the painful scowl he hadn’t let go of. His features were beginning to slowly become gaunt as the small amounts of food you’d been able to get him to eat the rare times a day he’d wake were coming far and few in between. Even his usual tan skin was slowly softening to a cooler shade of bronze. He looked like death.

Joel, by all means, was a handsome cowboy. Even with his patchy beard that was littered with grey hair in a few spots. Now he just looked like a ghost of himself.

Okay, fine, you admit to yourself. With Joel down, you’ve kind of missed the fool. You missed the banter and arguing with him about stupid shit. He irritated the daylights out of you because he always wanted to jump headfirst into things without a care for his safety clearly but dammit, the lack of his presence was palpable. You hated it.

You sat beside Joel, removing one of his hands from under the blanket to hold. His hands still rough and calloused, mirrors of yours if you weren’t missing a finger. Once upon a time, you remembered hearing that coma patients could sometimes hear what people said to them, that it helped. Maybe talking to him now would help not just him but you as well, to keep your mind occupied. Maybe pass the time a little. Maybe.

“Hey, it’s me, you grumpy bastard,” you started off lightly. “I don’t know if you can tell but you’ve been puttin’ that girl and I through hell and back trying to keep your ass alive.”

A hollow laugh escapes you, feeling a little more choked up than you’d ever dare to admit. Composing yourself you tried to use playful banter. “How do you do it, cowboy? Ellie is a goddamned handful. Shit, I thought I was bad when I was a teenager,” you sniff, feeling your voice waver.

“When I first laid eyes on you two, I think it would have saved me a whole lotta trouble and pain if Maria let me shoot you,” you sigh dramatically. Even though there was a smile on your lips, it didn’t reach your eyes. What did were the tears that were slowly forming. The added stress of Ellie being missing was really wearing you thin.

Amongst other things.

“Y’know,” you sniffled, “you really hurt my feelings back at the university. When you thought I led the two of you into a trap.” You took a sharp inhale. “As much shit as you and I put each other through, that was the one thing that stung. More than anything.”

You squeezed his hand and sighed, closing your eyes. Admitting that was hard, stars know you’d never say that to Joel while he was conscious nor in front of Ellie.

“Don’t die, you asshole,” you begged softly, wiping away the light tears that coated your lashes, reluctantly letting go of Joel’s hand as you tucked the blanket around him tightly.

After you said your piece, your mind became overrun with the little turd you grew fond of. The more you began to worry about Ellie, the more your thoughts swirled rapidly into worst case scenarios.

Before you worked yourself into a much deeper frenzy, a loud metallic bang echoed from upstairs. You ran up the steps and came face to face with Ellie, looking just as frantic. She raised her hand and in it, a tied white rabbit, so white it was nearly silver in the dim lighting. “I got food,” she said breathlessly.

“And,” she shoved you aside and took off to the basement, “I got this. Can it help?”

Ellie reached into her pocket and pulled out a syringe and orange bottle, she handed it to you while kneeling next to Joel as he shifted in his sleep. You were still rather shocked to see Ellie who looked faintly bloodied and tired, before you could comment on the new rifle on her shoulder, you took the bottle and were damn near milliseconds from riding into her until you read the faded label of the glass container.

Penicillin.

“Where the fuck did you get this, Ellie?”

Without waiting for her to answer, you dug in your pack and pulled out some disinfectant alcohol and a gauze pad to clean the syringe and a spot on Joel’s arm. Ellie refused to look up from where she kept her gaze focused on Joel’s face, “‘s not important.”

“If I wasn’t so mad at you right now, I’d kiss you.”

Throwing away all the questions you had for her, you administered the antibiotic as quickly as you could, he sighed as the medicine entered his body. Although, it was likely you were giving him too much, truthfully, you didn’t think it would hurt him worse than he already was.

As he relaxed underneath your hands, you looked down at his wound one last time for the evening. The haphazard stitches were taut on his stomach where the swelling was, hopefully by morning, he’d be better.

You didn’t look up from Joel as you laid into Ellie, “I don’t want excuses about where you were, only that you promise me to be more careful in the future, please.”

“Ye- yeah, I promise.”

“Good,” you covered Joel back up, “Now go get some rest. I’ll take care of the rabbit and wake you when it’s done.”

You turned your back to Ellie, it wasn’t that you wanted her to feel bad for her little disappearing act. You just needed some space to gather your thoughts. Between being Joel’s caretaker, Ellie’s temporary guardian, and keeping yourself sane, you were a wreck. You needed a moment.

Before you took a step on the stairs you paused. “Good work on getting the medicine, kiddo. Joel would be proud of you too.”

She didn’t respond as you walked away, the implication that although you were upset with her, you were still proud lingered in the air. Mindlessly, you focused on the rabbit, doing what needs to be done to cook it for dinner, pushing away those lingering worries. Ellie was safe, you reminded yourself, she came back.

It didn’t take you long to finish with your meager dinner, still pretty damn proud of Ellie’s evolving hunting skills. Maybe you’d offer to teach her a couple snares in the morning to leave out overnight. Although they tended not to gain anything bigger than a rabbit or a squirrel, something was better than nothing and you’d figure it would help Ellie focus on something other than Joel’s condition.

You bounded down the stairs, bringing the freshly cooked meat with you. A small shake to her shoulder and she was awake, “Dinner’s ready.”

Ellie didn’t bring her gaze up to look you in the eye, likely still ashamed. The two of you still sat in silence eating, occasionally looking to Joel for any changes or whenever he shifted in his sleep.

“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice sounding small.

“I know, Ellie. I’m sorry too, I didn’t mean to snap at you. I was just worried.”

Once again, the silence encompassed you both like a blanket, warmer now than it was before. You broke it first, “I was thinking about teaching you a couple snares in the morning. How does that sound?”

Ellie wiped the grease from her fingers on her jeans and looked up, “I think I’d like that.”

Just like that, the two of you were on even footing. It didn’t feel right to be mad at each other, not when Joel wasn’t there to diffuse. Either way, it was much like when you were the one in between their own fight that day you’d met them, it wasn’t healthy when you all had to rely on each other for survival. At least with Ellie, she was quick to forgive and forget in the face of the larger picture. A quality you kind of admired in the young woman.

Both of you finished with your portions of the meat, saving the rest for the morning or for Joel if he wakes in the night. Simultaneously you shuffled through the remaining ammo together, doling out some spare bullets to Ellie for her shiny new rifle, still not going to ask how she acquired it. Let her have her space.

She took the bullets graciously, reloading her sidearm and long range weapons and placing them in her backpack before getting ready for sleep. You stayed fiddling with your own weapons for a few moments longer before calling it quits too.

You laid down on the opposite side of Joel, biting your lip and hoping for the best. You tossed and turned, not knowing if you could take facing Joel’s sickly frame but you also couldn’t turn your back on him and Ellie who laid on her backpack on his other side.

Please, you wished, let the medicine take.

These kinds of wishes filled your mind until you slowly drifted to a fitful night’s sleep.

By morning, you happened to find yourself shaken awake with Ellie’s face close to yours, “Wake up, I need you awake!”

You jumped up, onto your knees. “What is it,” you ask startled, afraid Joel was worse than he was when you fell asleep. Looking at Joel, he didn’t look like he deteriorated in the night, but he also didn’t look like he improved any.

“I was tracked,” she says as if that explains anything. Both of you have your hands on each other's arms in a failed attempt at communicating the other’s panic.

“What do you mean ‘tracked’, Ellie?”

“Those people I got the medicine from, David and-and James, they fucking tracked me!”

“Ellie, what the fu-.”

“Look, listen, I’m gonna draw them away. Keep an eye on Joel,” she tells you in a rush, letting go of you and bolting up the stairs, grabbing her backpack on the way out.

“Fuck,” you practically shout while getting up and looking out the window. Outside you see silhouettes of a few men, searching the nearby area. Frustrated, you kick the washing machine.

Shit, shit, shit.

You don’t know what to do, you feel tied down once again because of Joel’s condition and Ellie’s neverending saviour complex. You mumble out a few more expletives at this situation just as you see the girl bound down the street on Callus shouting for the intruder’s attention. As she rides away, you hear bullets being shot at her, getting further and further away from you.

You carelessly threw your denim coat on and opted to grab your knives instead of guns, hoping to kill anybody who came close without alerting the others. Out the basement window, you could see a few of the men still lurking about, choosing not to follow Ellie.

Just before you followed Ellie out of the house, you doubled back to Joel, kneeling forward and giving him a kiss on the forehead. “We’ll come back, I promise you Joel. Just please, don’t die on me now.” Another kiss on his warm skin and you left without stopping, barricading the basement door as if it was left unoccupied.

Everything in you wanted to panic, your muscles were screaming to fold in on yourself and heave what little food remained in your stomach but you couldn’t give in. Not when Ellie was in danger. She may have been a pain in the ass, but she was your pain in the ass.

After your conversation last night, you’d be damned if anybody hurts your girl.

Taking a deep breath, you shook your worries free and cleared your mind. Although you were a field medic by title with FEDRA back in the day, working with them turned you into a killer. It was a toxic mindset for you, even when you had joined the Fireflies, they took advantage of your ability to focus on one thing and one thing only, turning it into their own game - death.

It took years to shake off that blank emotionless part of you, even Tommy was afraid of it when he saw the horrendous things you were capable of, what the Fireflies exploited from you, but Tommy wasn’t here and the people you loved were hanging on by a thread.

It was easy to see the outlines of the few straggling men who searched the nearby homes, whatever Ellie did really pissed them off. Now, these people only pissed you off.

You stayed lurking within the shadows of the homes, even with the sun just getting ready to set, it wasn’t too difficult to stay hidden. Especially to those who weren’t familiar with the layout. It was easy to spot how the few men tended to remain within a handful of yards together, opting not to venture out into the buildings alone. Alert and yet unorganized as you could see how they would often turn their backs on each other, giving you such a delicious opportunity to sneak in and out, weaving through them and taking them down one by one.

Was it absolutely horrible this was your instinct? Maybe. But you had two people you wanted to protect, two absolutely annoying yet selfless humans who gave you hope. You did love Joel and Ellie, even if you hadn’t admitted to it yet. Besides, you had a whole lot of stress burdening your shoulders and you wanna hit something.

You watched as the small group approached one of the homes off to the left, allowing you ample room to get close without having to cross the street in the open. You took off running, not bothering to try and conceal your footprints in the snow as you got to the house besides the targets. You entered through a broken window - a common for every single house on this block. Taking lighter footsteps, you ducked by the windows and reached the second floor landing.

The homes in this area were built within close proximity to the others, making it easy for, say, somebody needing to jump between windows without being seen. Perfect.

You listened hard and close as the men shuffled and tossed things around the first floor, looking for any sign of Ellie and ‘those two people she was with’. You growled lowly, really hating the implication that these people knew about the three of you.

Taking another assessment, you noticed there were two men standing guard out the front of the house, idly walking to-and-fro, their conversation remaining on wishing they were chasing Ellie instead.

A deep breath in and you jumped with an ‘oof’, trying to make as little as noise as possible, aiming for a wide open window with a snow covered bed on the other side. Between the snow and the mattress, the noise was cushioned to only a small thud, thankfully concealed by the thuds of the men downstairs shuffling through rooms. You quickly got up and went to the doorframe and saw there was only a hallway and stairs leading down.

You took deeper breaths again, trying to center yourself for what you were about to do as you heard one person come up the stairs - alone.

Placing your body flush against the wall, you waited in stark concentration, drawing your knife from its sheath. The footsteps came close, nearing the room you were hiding in and just as an armed gunman came in, you rushed him. Putting one hand against their forehead, you pulled the other hand and dragged the knife into their throat, essentially cutting off the person from making a noise and ending their life. You pulled and lowered their body as they began to choke out, laying them on the floor gently against the wall, carelessly hiding the body.

Downstairs you could still hear shuffling of the other invader and you made your way to them, silently assessing.

From what you could tell, the other person was banging around in the basement. So you rounded a nearby corner to where the open basement door was until finally, finally, somebody came through. You took him down just the same as his buddy.

So unorganized, you thought. If they were really looking for you and Joel, they were doing a piss poor job of it.

You swiped a bottle from the kitchen as you strolled past, taking aim out a broken window. Giving it a nice little toss, it shattered against the other house and without fail, you heard the tell-tale signs of one of the other men asking ‘what was that’. You ducked behind the faded curtain until one of the targets came into view, watching how he was pensive and alert, fortunately he was by himself which made the next part just as easy.

As soon as the man walked by the window, you jumped out from your hiding spot and jabbed your hunting knife straight into the soft squishy part of his eye, surprisingly facing little to no resistance.

You pulled it back and repeated the motion again once the man made an audible noise, probably alerting his friend. In only a slight rush now, you jumped out the window and removed your blade, now stalking towards the front when you could hear the other man yell the other’s names.

Wrapping around the corner of a house in a whirlwind, you surprised the last one when you stood face-to-face with him. He looked at you, astounded, mouth agape and dropped his weapon - a handgun. Looking down at his body, he whimpered as he took in the sight of your knife now buried deep in his stomach as you yanked them up into his chest piercing his heart.

Copper scent filled the air as the hunter’s body gave out. His blood spilling down your front. Under normal circumstances you would’ve likely vomited all over yourself but considering the innate need to protect Ellie and Joel, all that shit is blown out the window.

All in all, maybe thirty minutes have passed, you wanted to check on Joel but the distant gunshots were making you worried. At the very least, the longer they went off, the longer you knew your little fighter was alive.

Okay, think, you tried to get yourself to focus. You came up with a rapid-fire plan and before you could second guess yourself, you ran. Refusing to stop. Each step in the plush snow found you closer and closer to your hideout.

Entering the home through the garage, you gave Whiskey a pat as you walked on by and headed straight for the basement. You pushed the undisturbed barricade from the door, grateful it signaled that Joel was safe. Entering the downtrodden room you grabbed your holsters, strapping them maybe a little more tightly than you should’ve and throwing your backpack over your shoulders. You double-checked your weapons, making sure they were fully loaded.

Once again, you kneeled next to Joel as he laid on the dirty mattress, huffing from the rising pain from the stitch in your side. “Joel? I’m gonna go back out and find Ellie. I’m gonna go get our girl,” you said.

You hoped you were telling the truth.

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honey-dewey · 4 years ago

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Pepper Spray

Pairing: Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels/Reader

Word Count: 2,181

Warnings: None

The Statesman parking lot was the only thing you hated about your job. Mostly because it was dark as the night and terrifying even when you were clutching a weapon. Of course, when the time comes to use said weapon, you may or may not have accidentally used it on the wrong person. Oops.

You loved your job. A well paying and not too hard job at the Statesman distillery and apparently, secrecy agent service. You mostly worked with the papers, filing and sorting and re-reading. It was hell on the feet and worse on the eyes, but you knew every inch of that building and all it’s goings on. It was truly an ideal job.

However, the one and only thing you hated about your job was the parking lot.

It was far away from the building, shrouded in darkness that the lights never touched. You’d put pepper spray on your keychain after a month of working at Statesman, and had hesitantly asked Ginger to make you a discreet weapon after you’d used your pepper spray once on a creep at a bar. She’d given you brass knuckles that you’d thankfully never had to use, but just knowing you could protect yourself was comfort enough. Even if you weren’t on Statesman property, the feeling of being protected was one you loved.

Fridays were, of course, always hectic. Weekly mission reports were due on Friday, and between the fact checking and the grammar checks and the sorting away, you’d spent an hour extra at work. It wasn’t a bad thing though, as you got paid overtime and the bulk of the work was sorting away the new reports. However, your late night work antics meant that by the time you left the office, the parking lot was dead dark, and you clutched your pepper spray as you made your way to your car.

Humming to yourself, just some annoying song one of your coworkers had been playing all day, you walked past the security booth leading into the parking lot.

A noise behind you made you spin around, heart beating overly fast. The noise sounded distinctly like the security booth door opening. Your finger itched on the pepper spray trigger, getting ready.

You continued towards your car, now on high alert. With the security Statesman had, you were fairly certain whoever was around wasn’t a huge threat to your safety, but you had to be certain. More than likely, it was just Tom, the security guard who usually sat in the booth. He left sometimes, to grab food or take a bathroom break. You took a breath, trying desperately to convince yourself it was just Tom.

When you finally had your car in sight, you heard footsteps behind you, falling in line with yours. They were heavy, heavier than Tom’s, and they were regular, masked slightly by the sound of your own. Whoever was behind you was trying to hide their steps. Squaring your shoulders, heart beating loudly in your ears, you whirled around and immediately sprayed your pepper spray. There was no time to assess the threat, you just prayed your aim was true.

It, thankfully, was. Your target, however, was not who you expected.

“Whiskey?”

Agent Whiskey, or Jack as he preferred around the office, was standing in front of you, his face and shirt bright orange as he attempted to process the fact that you’d just pepper sprayed him.

“Oh my god!” You said, panicking as you realized what you’d just done. “I am so sorry!”

Jack made a pained noise as the spray took its effect, and you immediately jumped into action. “C’mon,” you said, putting an arm around him. “I am so sorry,” you added again.

He didn’t respond. You sighed, slightly worried that this could be the end of your career. After all, you’d just pepper sprayed one of Statesman’s best agents. A mistake like that was pretty damn big.

By the time you had him back in the building, Jack’s eyes were swollen shut and his face was soaking wet from the tears he was involuntarily crying. He couldn’t talk, so you simply busied yourself with setting him in a medical exam room and searching for what you needed.

You’d gone through the paperwork on these rooms and their set up so many times that you knew every square inch of the space. And all the receipts for medical purchases went through you as well, meaning you also knew exactly what was stocked.

Thankfully, Statesman had what you needed within reach, and it took you almost no time at all to find the nondescript bottle of saline solution and put it on the countertop. Along with that, you put on gloves, just to protect your hands.

You carefully, while describing your actions so as not to send Jack into a panic, took his hat and jacket off and led him to the tiled corner of the room with the eye wash station.

“I’m going to spray your face with this saline solution,” you said, uncapping the bottle. “It’s cold, but not super cold. It should help for when we flush the spray off your face with water.” As you explained, Jack shuffled on his feet, clearly eager to make the pain subside.

“Three,” you said warningly, rolling the bottle back and forth in your hands, hoping you could warm the liquid a bit.

“Two.” Jack tensed, although whether it was out of pain or anticipation, you had no idea. You could only hope it was anticipation.

“One.” You sprayed the liquid all across Jack’s face, although it was more like splashing him with water from a cup. The saline solution dripped down his face and onto his shirt, mixing with the tears he’d shed. You put the bottle down, expertly guiding Jack over the eye wash station and turning it on.

“Fifteen minutes,” you said, taking your gloves off and dumping them into the trash. “At least. After that, we’ll wait for your eyes to open and give you a rest period to let the burn subside, which could take a while, but should resolve itself in an hour or so.”

Jack ended up needing a break around the eight minute mark, leaning back and taking multiple deep breaths, his eyes still shut and his throat still pretty much unusable. He rasped out a few words about his stained shirt, and you took the break in eye rinsing to help him take his shirt off and have him wash his hands. Once that was done, he went right back to the eye wash station to complete his time.

Once Jack’s fifteen minutes were up, you helped him sit down and dry off, his eyes still swollen shut. Thankfully, his throat was starting to clear, and he was able to talk to you.

“How in the hell?” He rasped. “I didn’t know you worked here in medical.”

“I don’t.” You put the mostly empty saline bottle away, making a note on the whiteboard near the door that the room needed more. “I do the paperwork. I just happened to have to pull papers on an accident involving pepper spray today, and had to Google how to relieve the burn to fact check the papers. This room is familiar because I keep track of all the supplies and blueprints. Really, I just know a lot about everything that goes on in this building.”

Jack took a breath. “Fuck.”

You laughed. “Sure. Fuck.”

Grabbing a few tissues, you carefully wiped away the residual tears and water off Jack’s face. His eyes blinked open, still red and swollen, but not too bad anymore.

“Hey,” you said happily, glad to see his eyes open. “How’re you feeling?”

“Like shit,” Jack muttered, raising a hand to rub his face, but you caught his wrist before he could.

“Don’t rub,” you warned. “That’ll make it worse.”

Jack nodded. “How long before the burn stops?”

You shrugged, thinking back to the pepper spray paperwork. “An hour. But you probably won’t be fully recovered until tomorrow.”

Sighing, Jack leaned back. “I guess we’re gonna be stuck here a while.”

Eventually, you grabbed a washcloth and soaked it in cool water, laying it across Jack’s eyes. The swelling was, thankfully, going down, as was the redness. His eyes had finally stopped watering as well, meaning he was mostly able to see again.

As Jack’s face got better, you two talked. Not about anything important, just simple things that could distract Jack. You learned he had a ranch, and he eagerly told you about his cow.

“Her name is Bella,” he said, showing you a photo on his phone. You smiled. Bella was absolutely beautiful, with soft looking tan fur and big brown eyes. “She’s a highland cow, which is why she’s so fluffy.”

“I didn’t know you had pets,” you said, sitting back and checking your watch. “Bella’s adorable.”

Jack shrugged, putting his phone back into his pocket. “I inherited most of it from my brother,” he explained. “He died a while back, right as I joined Statesman. Mom always expected to get the ranch, but my brother said she didn’t have the heart for it. So he left it to me.”

“Huh.” You stood, dusting yourself off. “Does your mother suck?”

“Nah,” Jack responded. “She’s just not very motherly.”

You laughed. “Well that explains it. We should probably get going, by the way. It’s getting late.”

So you and Jack walked out to the parking lot, you silently fiddling with your keys.

“Can I drive you home?” You blurted, watching Jack head off towards where the Bronco was parked.

He stopped, turning back to you. “Pardon?”

“I’m just worried your eyes aren’t up to scratch yet,” you elaborated, nervousness making you shuffle your feet. “And I’d feel better if I got to drive you home.”

Jack shrugged. “Yeah. Sure.”

As he got into your car, he looked around, impressed. “What kinda car is this?”

“A mustang. Shelby Cobra to be specific.”

Jack raised an eyebrow. “Is it a ‘67?”

“Yep.” You busied yourself with backing out, the old mechanics of the car a familiar comfort to you.

“Huh.” Jack leaned back. “Impressive.”

You smiled, waving to Tom, who was in the security booth. “Thank you. It was my dad’s, but he gave it to me because I helped him repair it when I was young. Where’s your house?”

Jack put his address into his phone, putting it on the dash and maxing the volume so you could hear the directions.

“So why’d you pepper spray me?” He asked eventually, breaking the silence.

You snorted. “Why were you sneaking up on me in the middle of the night?”

“I had a question.”

“Mhm,” you hummed, making a turn. “What question?”

Jack fiddled with his jacket zipper, seemingly nervous. “Just wanted to ask about my paperwork. Ginge needed to know when my last eye exam was, and she told me to find you.”

You laughed. “It couldn’t have waited until tomorrow?” You asked. “Also, it was three years ago.”

“How in the fuck?”

“Champ needed your file yesterday so he could compare your sharpshooting record to one of the other agent’s scores,” you explained. “And on my way back down to the records room, I read it over. It’s a long walk and I needed some entertainment.”

Jack shook his head in disbelief, a small smile on his lips. “You are unbelievable.”

You grinned, turning and pulling into Jack’s ranch. “I’m fairly certain being unbelievable is my job,” you pointed out, putting the car in park.

As Jack opened the car door, you heard excited mooing and saw a dark figure racing over.

“Bella!” Jack said eagerly, petting the cow the same way one would pet a dog. “Hey darlin’. How’s the ranch?”

Bella mooed again, headbutting your car.

You got out, coming around to scratch Bella’s ears. She butted into you too, sending you back a couple of steps.

“Be nice,” Jack scolded playfully, shaking a finger at Bella. “This is a guest!”

Bella mooed yet again and trotted off.

“I’m sorry about her,” Jack said, turning to you. “She’s a people cow.”

You merely shook your head, laughing. “It’s fine. By the way, is there any way I can make tonight up to you? I did kinda pepper spray you. Can I make that right somehow?”

Jack chuckled, leaning on a fence post. “Come ‘round here again tomorrow at six. Wear something nice.”

“Are you asking me out?” Of all the things you expected, this was not it.

“Yeah,” Jack said. “What’d you say? Please keep in mind I was pepper sprayed an hour ago.”

You snorted, getting back into your car and putting the window down. “It’s a date.”

As you backed out of Jack’s ranch, he waved at you, and you waved back.

Once you reached your own house, you fell onto your couch and eagerly texted Ginger, telling her about your upcoming date. Within seconds, she was calling you.

“What?” You asked, giggling and heading into your kitchen for a glass of water.

Ginger took a deep breath. “Did you just score a date with Jack goddamn Daniels?”

“Yeah?” You said, leaning against your counter. “I mean, I kinda pepper sprayed him first, but yeah, I got a date!”

There was a pause. And then,

“I’m sorry, did you say you pepper sprayed him!?”

#kingsman the golden circle #kingsman #agent whiskey #jack 'whiskey' daniels #agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey x you #pedro pascal #my writing

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palbabor-writes · 4 years ago

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So, uh, I got excited with this ask

Anonymous said:

so what if, and I’m just spitballin’ here, you wrote a little something for Tomura, a jealous!reader x Tomura, perhaps? Ik there probably wouldn’t be an actual situation where somebody would try to steal him away or anything but just a little something on the reader seeing something that wasn’t what it looked like and Shiggy kind of reassuring her in his own special way? 😌 pls &thank you sm in advance, but you of course absolutely don’t have to write it if you don’t want to (: love your work!

Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x Gen!Reader

Warnings: Adult language, angst, jealous feelings, mentions of past relationship and heavy petting, mm, imma say it’s rated T, for the teens and upper betweens

Word Count: 4387

Notes: Lol. I’m pretty sure this was meant to be like, a drabble or head cannon in your mind nonnie. Me, being me, I stretched it out into a freaking fic. I can’t shut uppppp sometimes. First time trying for a Gen!Reader, so hopefully it’s a thumbs up. Not beta edited, so any mistakes are mine, and mine alone.

“O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on.” ― William Shakespeare, Othello

It’s been two months, two freaking months and you’ve hardly gotten two texts strung together, let alone a call, from Tomura.

While he’s never been what anyone would call a frequent texter, your last message has sat, unread, on his phone for the last 3 days. You know he’s busy, you know he said he’s got shit to take care of, but you can’t help the angry pit of worry that simmers in your gut. He could at least tell you something. Like, hey, I’ll be out of touch for a few days, talk soon. Is that too much to ask?

Apparently it is.

The two of you have always been a quiet item. Most of the League knows, or at least, heavily, heavily suspects. It’s not like you tried to keep it a secret, it’s just the way you both are. Besides, you usually liked how the arrangement worked.

You’d met him through your job. You worked with Giran as a courier of sorts. Sometimes you’d lug shipments back and forth, sometimes you’d make deliveries. It was one of these deliveries that introduced you to Tomura. He was quiet, sulking toward the back of the bar, but you’d managed to strike up a conversation with him as Compress double checked his requested items.

He was waspish, sharp. At first, you worried that your questions had only managed to pissed him off. But then, just as you started to chat with another guy in the bar, a snarky fellow, who was covered in some serious, serious burns, Tomura tugs your attention back to him with a pointed question.

“Can you tell Giran that you’re only one who’s permitted to transport the deliveries to the bar?”

That one query had started a landslide.

You were summoned to the hideout frequently, practically on the daily after that. Giran just shook his head and asked you not to fall too deep. You didn’t know what he meant then. Two months later you understood his meaning perfectly.

How could you not fall head over heels for this guy? Fuck, he was so desperate, so wanting, so fucking needy for you. God, you missed it now that you didn’t have it. After the Kamino incident, he’d called on you even more and you loved that you could help him. He honestly seemed, in his own, gruff way, appreciative.

But, then he’d said he needed to leave the city.

At first, your contact with each other had maintained some semblance of normalcy. You would text and he would reply. You could call and he would answer. Often, he sounded tired, strained, but every once in a while you could pull a laugh from him and all would feel right with the world.

Now?

Now nothing feels right and the only link you have to him is Dabi. He’s the only person in the League that’s responding to your emails or texts. Even Giran isn’t answering anything. That’s not normal either because Giran always, always answers. What the fuck is going on?

It’s starting to feel like you’ll never know. This is mainly due to the fact that Dabi is a shitty, shitty font of information. At first, you’d eagerly taken his calls and texts. In lieu of a tip, you asked him about this mission Tomura was on. He fed you vague, flippant, answers.

“Tch, this again? I already told you, they’re all fighting this giant. It’s some pet of the doctors.”

“And like I said the last, oh, I don’t know, twelve times, giant makes no sense to me. Can you expand on that a little bit? Like, what the hell does that mean? They’re fighting a fucking giant. Is that supposed to be some kinda bizarro hint? Cuz’ it sounds like you’re giving me shoddy information to get me off your back,” you snap, placing your foot on his box of requested medical kit supplies.

Dabi practically keeps you on standby now. The guy has gotten more aggressive in the last month, and the heavy price his fire quirk extorts on his body meant he needs a steady flow of burn cream, meds, stitches and pain relievers.

“Fuck, look, I don’t know how else to explain that fucker. I didn’t give a shit about boss man’s little mission to tame him, so the doctor and I worked out something else for me to do. I’m not around those guys right now, I’ve got other things I’m working on. Now give me my shit and get out of my face. Ask Toga about your little fuck buddy, I could give two shits about his well being.”

“Why follow him if you hate him so much?” God, this asshole is such a prick.

Dabi considers you for a long moment, his vibrant blue eyes lingering on your scowling face. “He’s a means to an end. I’m just here to see this society fall to its knees. Boss wants the same thing, so, for now, this arrangement works for both of us. Now, if I have to ask you to give me my fucking shit one more time, I’m gonna’ singe you where you stand.”

Sucking your teeth, you kick the box toward him and turn on your heel, slamming his door behind you. If he’s not going to be useful to you, why be useful to him? We’ll see how he likes it when you accidentally miss some of his shipment deadlines.

You pace out into the night, shrugging your jacket up on your shoulders. If they’re so far out, if they’re fighting something that sounds like an impossibility, why not ask you to bring them some supplies? Why haven’t they reached out to you?

As you wait for your train, you pull your phone from your pocket, your cold fingers resting against the glass. There’s a missed call from another contact, but no other notifications. You swipe over to your messages from Tomura. Your last text sits, still unopened, unread, uncared for, in his box. It’s not fair, you think, sliding your phone back and pressing your hands into the meager warmth of your pockets.

Tomura used to confide in you and you felt close to him. And not just in a physical sense. At first, the relationship between the two of you was just that, something that eased an itch. But you kept asking him things, liking the soft tone his voice could take on when he lost some of that anger.

Then, he started to wordlessly ask you to stay a little longer, his arms wrapping around your bare form, holding you against his warmth. It was nice. It was so, so satisfying and now it’s gone. Is this his way of moving on from you? You would have thought that he would have said something. He’s never struck you as someone who hides from a confrontation. So why the radio silence?

Another week passes and Dabi keeps calling. He’s practically got your entire schedule blacked out now with deliveries, upcoming shipments and transports. What. The. Fuck. It’s gotten so frustrating that you’ve started to waffle on picking up his calls, sending him straight to voicemail.

“What kinda courier leaves their fucking name on their voicemail? Stop ignoring my calls, (Y/N).”

Yeah, he’s a real charmer. At least he answers your messages though. It’s better than nothing, you keep telling yourself, trying to ignore the gnawing, munching feeling of bitterness that keeps rising. Yeah, Dabi’s gotten to be such a constant in your life that your phone keeps recommending him as a new favorite.

Would you like to add the contact: Dabi, to your favorites list? No, no you would not.

Then, suddenly, out of the blue, Dabi’s not answering you either. Your first, gut instinct, tells you that he’s likely annoyed with your spotty replies or he’s busy with...”Dabi things”. He’s always reminding you about the oh, so important “Dabi things”. ‘Don’t pester me with your shit, (Y/N). I’ve got something big I’m working on.’

But now? Fuck, now you’d kill to hear from him.

There’s absolutely nothing. No response from Toga, Compress, Spinner, Dabi and most important of all, Tomura.

He’d finally read your text. After two whole days had passed from the sent time stamp, he’d read it, and then opted to not respond. It stung. You can still feel that tightening emotion of dread, of abject hurt, that had radiated from your chest when you saw that he’d finally looked at your message and then just decided you weren’t worth his time.

Yeah, after seeing that, the last few days have been nothing but a full tilt boogie of emotions for you.

This must be a planned thing. Why else would they all coordinate their ghosting. He must have wanted to leave you behind and now, this distance has made it possible.

He’s been changing a lot lately.

Even before he left for this, whatever it was, he’d grown in confidence and skill. Fuck, he’d taken on a Yakuza boss and won. He’s becoming a leader, a competent force to be reckoned with. He doesn’t need you to bounce ideas off of anymore. A courier picked up at the start of his career isn’t a necessary piece to add to his collection.

Yeah, chances are, he’s moved on. He’s out of your reach now and you can’t help the thoughts that rise in the back of your mind. What if he’s found someone else? What if he just got bored with you? Did you put too much thought into this relationship? Well, that question has kinda answered itself. You put way too much into this. You had planned for things, hoped for…

Your phone rings and the noise startles you out of your head. You fumble for your vibrating device and lift the screen up before swiping to answer the call. Oh, it’s Toga. Fingers shaking, you lift the phone to your ear and are so happy to hear her babbling voice.

She tells you that she’s been meaning to call you, but, gosh, everything has gotten in the way. Plus, she took a bad hit in a fight. Oh, she’s ok, but it’s been a crazy week for her.

As she chatters about some random series of events that you can’t string together, you let out a long sigh. That coiling that’s been building in your stomach loosens and you’ve never been so relieved in your life. There’s still a chance. Maybe he hasn’t decided to leave you in the dust. Maybe...whoops, Toga asked you something.

“Deka City? No, I’ve never been there.”

“Oh good, well, I wouldn’t try and go now. Tomura sorta, mmm, crumbled it to bits.”

“What?”

“Oooh, and we’re part of a bigger group now…”

She tells you about something called Gigamantia and their new connections. Apparently, Tomura’s made another step up in the world. Now he’s leading something called Meta Liberation? What is that? It sounds kinda familiar, but where have you heard it?

Toga is winding down her conversation, her voice smoothing out. She promises she’ll answer your other texts soon and emails you a set of coordinates, saying they’ll see you there and clicks off.

You lower your phone to your lap, biting back the grin that won’t stop spreading across your face. Ok, so, maybe you’re not as abandoned as you thought. Maybe they, no, maybe he still needs you.

******

You found the building alright. It was impossible to miss. This place is massive, fit for an army. The security is tight, so tight that you’d even been screened by a guard at the door. Once they confirm that you are who you say you are, and you know who you say you know, you’re permitted entrance.

Who are all these people?

As you enter the “meeting room,” which is really a space that looks like a concert area, complete with a well lit stage, you’re pressed into the mass of bodies. There must be hundreds of people here and there’s some hulking creature, dozing in the corner.

Is this that giant Dabi mentioned? You totally thought he was making that shit up. And, wait, wait, is that a pro hero a few spaces away? What is this? Where is the League?

The overhead lights dim and your attention is drawn back to the sage. People are bustling around the elevated area and a plush chair is placed in the center. Looks like the show is about to start.

A loud, booming voice announces the arrival of a man called Redestro. He must be that long faced guy in the motorized chair and, oh, there he is.

He walks up slowly, it looks like he’s leaning on something, but you can’t see clearly. The crowd shifts around you and an inordinately tall man is blocking your view. Huffing out a sigh, you try to maneuver yourself to a better vantage place.

He’s seated now, his long legs spread out in front of him. Fuck, he looks both wonderful and terrible, at the same time. Wonderful because it’s Tomura, terrible because he’s covered in bandages and he’s got a brace on his leg. What happened to him?

Your eyes can’t stop roving over him, trying to drink in everything. He looks like he’s on edge, his fingers clutching at a small slip of paper, as his good leg jiggles against the chair. Why...ah, he’s being introduced. Wait. He’s being introduced as the leader of the Paranormal Liberation Front? So...so all these people...this entire organization...is his to command?

He clears his throat and you hear his voice for the first time in months. He’s halting at first, but as he continues his speech his tone deepens, strengthens, losing that early hesitation. He sounds good, powerful and confident.

You tear your eyes away from him and give the crowd a quick glance. They’re enraptured. A few paces away you can hear people whispering to each other, their voices low, awed.

“He took down Redestro…”

“He’s so young.”

“He’s kinda...I don’t know...handsome.”

“You’re right, he looks regal.”

That coiling, trembling feeling is making a strong comeback. It’s an ugly return and it makes your flesh prickle and cool. He’s left you in the lurch for months and now he’s become some sort of leader, of an entire, what is this...a cult? An organization? An army? How the fuck, would you know? No one, least of all Tomura, has told you anything, about any of this.

When the address and introductions (the League had made a, uh, flashy entrance) are over, someone comes up and taps you on your shoulder. It’s another one of those security guards. She says you’ve been requested, the League wants to see you.

She takes you past the stage and down a long hallway. It’s quiet back here and the silence doesn’t soothe your frayed nerves. You’re pointed to a large set of doors and you bite your lip before pushing them open.

Another large room greets you. This one is filled with plush couches, elegantly carved tables and multiple chairs. There’s so much to look at, you don’t even see them at first. No, you hear him before you see him. He’s talking with a tall woman, who is writing down what he dictates, her pen moving rapidly across her paper.

Fuck, you’ve missed his voice.

It’s quiet now, a little hoarse from his speech and you want to step closer. He’s standing next to some large windows, his back turned to you. He hasn’t even noticed you. What were you thinking? He’s this...God, leader now. What are you? Just a nobody he met when he was still pounding the pavement, looking for anyone who could help their cause, their mission. There’s nothing for you here, he’s…

“(Y/N).”

Your eyes snap up to his. Tomura has turned, one arm braced heavily on his crutch, and is looking right at you. His eyes are hooded, dark, you can’t get a read on him from here. You want to step closer, but that sickening feeling is falling, like a stone, into your gut. Despite your turbulent emotions, you can’t stop staring at him.

The thick bandages are off and his hair is longer, the white strands hang close to his collarbone now, gleaming and pearlescent. He looks, damn, he looks tired and...what’s that? There’s something dark on his hand, it’s black and it covers three of his fingers. Why is he wearing that half glove, oh, oh no. It’s not a glove you realize, horrified, it's a prosthetic. He’s lost some of his fingers.

“It took you long enough, come here, (Y/N).”

His voice has dropped an octave, lingering in that distant tone that he would use when he dragged his lips across your neck, rumbling and murmuring against your skin. He knew that you liked that, he knew that it would make you so desperate for him, your hands pawing at his shoulders, pulling...

No. He’s ignored you for weeks, no, months. You’re not about to just fall to pieces at his feet, crawling and begging for him to want you. Your eyes latch onto his and you minutely shake your head at his request, fingers squeezing into your palms.

The woman, noting the tension that’s suddenly entered the room, looks between the two of you, and abruptly makes herself scarce, her heels tapping against the floor as she walks to the door. Once you hear it close behind her you unstick your mouth, your tongue heavy against your teeth.

“Who was that?” you ask, your voice croaking, thick with disuse. You can’t help the question. It tumbles from your mouth before you can stop it. You’d meant to ask him something else, but the query just, pops out, angry and trembling.

“I don’t know. One of Redestro’s cronies. Why-” His face scrunches abruptly and a wince of pain passes of his features. “Why does it matter?” He finishes, his hand gripping a little tighter against his cane.

“You didn’t have to send for me, you know. It looks like you’ve upgraded everything else, why not me too?”

A scowl echoes across his lips. “What-”

You won’t let him finish his question, you can’t stand it anymore. You also can’t seem to stop. All of the emotions, the anger, the betrayal, the fucking, God, jealous thoughts that you’d slip into, alone in your cold bed. No, you’re not going to back down.

“You didn’t call, you didn’t text, and when you did, finally, manage to remember that I exist, the texts were so far and few between...fuck, sending a letter would have been faster. The only link I had to you was Dabi-”

“What?” He snaps, repeating his question, his red eyes, flashing, gleaming, glaring. “What does he have to do with anything?” His face is set in a deep snarl, his scar lifting along his white teeth. His fingers coil into his crutch, one digit arched away, and he begins the long journey to where you’re stubbornly standing.

You watch him on bated breath. The sheer excitement of his renewed presence is making you shake. The warring feelings that are rising inside you are too much. It’s too much, it’s, oh...he’s right in front of you now.

“Answer me, (Y/N). What the fuck does Dabi have to do with anything?”

You gulp. Tomura has never, ever liked you interacting with Dabi. It was that first subtle flirtation between you and the flame user that had set Tomura off in the first place. He had barely given you a second glance that first time you met him, but once your attention wandered over to Dabi, suddenly he was all ears. That animosity grew as time wore on.

If anything, Dabi took advantage of it. He liked to press you, corner you, it was one of the many things you disliked about him. He was a selfish ass, only manipulating things for his own, twisted amusement.

It’s a low blow for you to land on Tomura, to play up his own jealousies, but turnabout is fair play, right?

“He’s the only person I could reach. You want to know who my phone keeps asking me to favorite now? Fucking Dabi. I kept asking him about you, about what was going on, but he never knew.

So, then I tried reaching out to you, directly. But then you decided to conveniently lose my fucking number, or something. You didn’t answer a single thing after that last text I sent you, what, two weeks ago? You didn't call. You didn’t even act like I exist, it-”

“I told you it would be a while.”

“Yeah, a while doesn’t typically mean two months. And how do you come back to me? With a broken leg and, fuck, three missing fingers? What is going on Tomura? You’re a different person now. Do you even want me anymore? You don’t have to ghost me. You could have just told me that you were moving onto bigger and better things.

Congratulations, by the way. You’re the leader of a cult. Now, you can cut off all those lousy loose ends, like me-”

“You’re jealous.”

His voice has dipped into that low octave again, rasping, deep, and oh, fuck. You sputter at his assessment, your hands clenching into your pants. You need something to tether you, to keep you from reaching for him. You’re angry, remember? He’s left you, all alone, so alone and...

He’s shifted to lean into you, the warmth of him rolling over you in waves. You can hear his breathing, if you move a little bit closer you could feel it, too. He knows what he’s doing. He’s used this tactic on you before. It’s very effective. His crutch taps him nearer. He’s practically flush against your heaving chest and your eyes flick up to his.

The red is dark, tempered, and that swirling agitation has left him. He looks…

No, no, he left you for months, he can’t look at you like that. You shake your head, your eyes wincing shut, blocking him from view.

“I’m not...I-I’m not jealous, I was just-”

“Come here, (Y/N). Don’t make me ask you again.”

His new, half prosthetic hand reaches for your neck and traces over your trembling throat, ghosting over you, forcing you to press toward him. Once he’s satisfied you’re not going to reject his touch, he lets the digits tap onto you, gently, slowly, like he’s coaxing you out of your temper. The contrast of cool metal and warm skin makes you gasp, your eyes fluttering open.

He’s curved over your lips, his white hair drifting softly around your face. Unthinkingly, unquestioningly, you reach for him. Your fingers lace into the silken tendrils and he lets a slow exhale wash over your face. His verdant eyes are so close. They’re fixated on yours, refusing to let you slip from his gaze again.

You can’t breathe. There’s something else you want to scold him for, but...but his lips are so close. His nose bumps against yours and you bite your lower lip. He’s so warm. He smells nice too. It’s a rich smell, earthy, thick with some enticing aroma that’s all him. It floods your senses and you’re downing, distracted and lost.

Tomura’s won this little stand-off because you reach for him first. Your fingertips urge him to you, one thumb dragging a familiar trail across the mole on his chin. His lips are chapped, rough, but oh, oh you’ve missed this.

He lets you lead him, your lips pressing and lifting, planting feather light caresses against him. Your tongue swipes across his lower lip and he groans. It’s a husky, broken sound and it makes you yank at his clothes. His new suit crumples under your hands. You’d almost feel bad, if he hadn’t been such a neglectful ass to you. You’re nipping at him now, your kisses losing that sweet vulnerability.

Tomura approves of this frantic pace and one arm cages against your back, lifting you closer and dragging you against his front. His crutch clatters to the floor, but neither of you have the wherewithal to care.

Besides, you think happily, you can be his crutch now.

He’s biting and sucking, his teeth drifting from your trembling lips and pressing into your pulse. One particularly hard nip has you arching into him, a gasping whimper on your lips. His tongue laves over the hurt, lulling the nip.

Your hips instinctually lean into the his and you moan when you feel the hardness that is waiting for you there. Tomura presses back, dipping his nose into the juncture of your shoulder, his lips distractedly kissing against your skin. Your fingers trace down his front again and one hand goes lower still, running along his pants until you find what you’re searching for.

He growls when you apply just the right amount of pressure and he’s pulling your lips back to his, demanding more. You’re skirting your other hand to the clasp of his belt when someone barges in the door.

Gasping, you start to pull away, trying to turn, but Tomura holds you to him, lifting his chin until it’s resting against your shoulder. He’s glaring out at whomever the fuck is standing in the doorway, but his fingertips are moving against you, pressing and soothing down your fevered skin.

“Hey boss- ah…” Dabi is brought up short by the sight that greets him and you can hear the sneer that he must have thrown Tomura’s way.

Tomura, for his part, is quiet, content to silently stare down the man who stupidly interrupted him. He turns his head a fraction of an inch, but it’s enough room for him to drag his rough lips against your neck. You quake at the stimulation and hear Dabi let out a barking laugh.

“Ew, well this is fucking disgusting. Looks like the two of you can go back to fucking normal, eh (Y/N)? You and boss man can bone and get all that pent up insecurity out of your-”

“Get the fuck out,” you and Tomura say in unison.

You hear another scoffing chuckle and then the door slams shut.

Notes: The Dabi bits miiiight be in there because I finally got my belated birthday present of his Banpresto figure in today ԅ(≖◡≖ԅ)

Tags: @spicy-skull, @xwildskullx, @yixxes, @ghstmthr, @evesmores

*I think that’s everyone for now. If you wanna be added to a list just drop me a line & I’ll get you on the Google Doc: Shigaraki works, Dabi works, Hawks works, BNHA works, All works...works, works. There’s likely more to come, but that’s what I got for now. k byeeee.

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kashi-prompts · 3 years ago

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Rating: M

Pairing: None! Maybe Kakashi x Gai? As friends or lovers, you choose.

Genre: Angst. Just angst. Maybe some fluff.

WARNING: This work contains themes such as drug abuse and suicide. If you are uncomfortable with these topics, I would recommend skipping this prompt <3

A/N: For the lovely @kakashiswilloffire <3 I hope its not too similar to my other one or just cringy or boring or something??

Prompt below the cut!

Most days, the insufferable, poignant metal smell of blood would wash away after the hot water hit his body. The gory memento of his last mission under his fingernails would be stripped away by scrubbing his scalp. The water would filter from clear to crimson as it sucked itself down the drain at his feet.

Oftentimes, the metallic aroma of bloodshed would still visit him, taunting his thoughts as though he hadn't washed it away. It wasn't his blood that he was smelling. It was someone else's. Someone who was no longer living or breathing on this earth- someone who was now buried deep under a mound of soil thanks to him. Still, he would ignore the odor, hoping it was just the heightened sense of smell that was both a blessing and a curse to his five senses.

His feet brought him through the village as the sun began to set. Deep within him, he felt an empty, familiar feeling. Like a hole that he was never sure could be filled with anything except self-loathing and hatred for himself. He was angry - angry with his father for dying, angry with Minato for dying, angry with himself - for Rin, for Obito. He felt empty—the numbing feeling of bereavement and angst overpowering him.

"Want one?" he heard, looking up. One muted grey eye sought out the voice, settling on a waistcloth marked "fire" at his eye level. Looking up, the Hokage's son offered him a cigarette while the silver-haired shinobi sat on the stone bench, deep in thought.

"You look like you had a rough day," Asuma noted dismally, the long tobacco stick perched between his two yellowing fingers.

"I'm fine," Kakashi responded pointedly, waving a dismissive hand and looking away.

"Rough mission?" the Sarutobi asked, replacing the offered token to his pocket. He lit the cigarette that hung from his lips.

Kakashi shrugged, leaning forward to place his elbows on his knees. He felt so much older than the man standing next to him. Asuma was experienced, but the type of experiences differed from black to white. To guard and protect was a prestigious claim on the title of shinobi - but the conquest to slaughter agitators of your village as your primary delegation was altogether something different.

A wif of blood suddenly stroked the 19-year-olds masked nose. His eye widened, covertly searching for the source. His arm tingled, reminiscent of how it would feel after pumping it with chakra to forge a Chidori. Asuma stood beside him, deaf to the flash of trauma that flowed like a movie roll effortlessly through Kakashi's mind.

Swallowing, he stood from the stone bench abruptly, a bead of sweat trickling down from his hairline to his spine.

"You alright?" Asuma questioned, regarding his friend with curiosity and concern.

"Yeah, I have things to do," Kakashi told him, wiping his clammy hands on the fabric of his pants quickly. Panic rose in him, yet he couldn't pin why. Maybe it was the rush of adrenaline that suddenly pumped through his veins. The feeling of being in combat sending signals to his brain, yet the air around him stood peaceful and still.

"You sure you don't want one?" Asuma prodded, offering the cigarette in his hand. Kakashi looked away, bothered by the question yet again. Yet, the smell of blood still lingered, and the source seemed unknown. Did he imagine it?

Taking a step to walk past his friend, he caught a wif of the cloud of nicotine enveloping the dark-haired man beside him. Kakashi peaked up, observing the cigarette between Asuma's lips captivatingly. The smell vanished, whether in his own mind or not. Exhaling, his eyes met Asuma's.

"Yeah, I'll take one."

*****

The pain crept up his leg again, unrelenting and all-consuming. The aftershocks of the injury seemed to shake him more than it had the moment his leg had shattered two months earlier on a mission. This time, the discomfort woke him from his sleep.

"Shit," Kakashi sneered, clutching the top of his shin. The cast had been removed a week ago, yet the gnawing pain seemed to reappear every 6 hours.

"It'll go away eventually," the med-nin had told him. Having been irritated by how long he was out of work, he didn't care about the discomfort at that time. He only wanted to return to missions. To have some self-worth pump into him at the satisfaction of completing a task successfully. But somehow, the pain seemed to be getting worse.

Reaching towards his nightstand through the dark, he blindly grasped for the bottle of pills he kept near him. His finger touched it, knocking it to the ground and rolling underneath his bed. Curses filled the quiet bedroom as he yanked his sheets off and knelt on the hardwood floor. Dust and food wrappers cluttered the underside of his mattress.

"What the fu-" he gritted his teeth, wildly searching for the bottle beneath the mattress frame. Finally, he grasped it and pulled it back to him. Looking down at the label, he read it carefully to himself again in the light of the streetlamp outside his window.

"Take two pills three times a day as needed."

Kakashi considered the instructions, reminding himself of the ache in his leg that didn't seem to go away as time went on.

Perhaps doubling it would help.

*****

The second refill was easy to obtain. But now, only four pills remained of it after only one week.

"I need a refill," the silver-haired jounin leader requested. His expression remained blank as he set the bottle down in front of the med-nin.

Carefully, the woman picked up the bottle, examining the man's name on the label.

Hatake Kakashi

DOB: September 15

Acetaminophen + Oxycodone 500mg

"You refilled this prescription last week, Hatake-san," the woman explained carefully.

"I know," Kakashi replied sharply, "that's why I'm here. I need a refill."

"That's not how this works," she stressed to him gently, "You can only refill a prescription after a certain period of time has passed. You shouldn't have to refill this prescription for another two weeks."

"Are you going to help me or not?"

"I'm sorry I c-"

Long gloved fingers snatched the bottle from the woman's hand, glowering at the nurse. The four remaining pills shook against the bottle as he shoved it back in his pocket.

"Fine," he said cooly, his demeanor changing suddenly. "Have a great day."

It was at that moment that Kakashi knew he was still in control. Even if this mediocre woman behind the counter wouldn't provide him the bare minimum he needs to function without pain, then he would just have to obtain it himself.

****

And he did. Scouting out the perimeter of the hospital was easy for such an elite shinobi. He sat in the trees, watching certain staff members come and go as the day grew to evening. He knew he had to report soon, but this was more important. The persistent ache in his leg only worsened as the 6-hour window crept closer.

As dusk came upon him, he knew he had to make a move soon. The longer he sat and watched, the more time he wasted. As the sun hit the treeline, the ache in his leg crept up into his hip, a deep spasm that throbbed every nerve ending in his thigh. He could sense his irritability rooting deeper into his body, a tree of impatience and rage that had only freshly sprouted to life.

It didn't take him very long to sweep his body through an open window, covertly walking through the halls as though he belonged there in his usual jounin attire. He was merely visiting someone, was the intention he hoped to emanate towards the occupied staff. Not even when he slid his shoulders through the medication room door did anyone notice.

Too easy, he thought as he left through the hospital's front door that evening. The street lamps were on now, illuminating the sidewalk as his sandaled feet took him back home with a heavy relief over his body. He hadn't wasted any time popping the higher than recommended dose into his mouth, taking a sip of water from the hospital's drinking fountain, and swallowing them with a flick of his tongue.

Although, as his bottle of newly filled pills rattled in his pocket and the effects of the pain reliever set in, he was beginning to feel groggy. He looked around, the world seeming like a strange, almost foreign place to him. Kakashi shook his head, irritated by the unwanted secondary effect of the drug.

"Kakashi!" wind of a sigh left his lungs at the boisterous voice of Might Gai waving from the Dango building nearby. Kakashi looked up, his eyebrows already knitted close together in annoyance.

"I haven't seen you all day!" his friend smiled, trailing the jounin leader as he continued past the shop. One grey eye had caught sight of Asuma and Kurenai sitting in the Dango shop behind Gai's excited gaze. That was more than enough of a deterrent for the silver-haired ANBU leader.

"Where are you going?" Gai asked, tapping his shoulder. Kakashi swept his body back, slapping Gai's dark hand off his shoulder. His nose scrunched as he clenched his jaw. The sound of rattling tablets in a plastic container filled the air between them as it fell onto the concrete below.

Gai's eyes settled on the bottle; his hand lifted right where he had left it to touch his friends shoulder.

"What is that?" Gai asked quizzically, "Isn't your leg healed?"

"Didn't I tell you to leave me alone?" Kakashi demanded, picking the bottle up and shoving it back in his pocket.

"Kakashi," Asuma's voice rang between them, his thick body appearing behind Gai's shoulder, "how have you been?"

"Fine," Kakashi answered sharply, thankful for the distraction away from the incident that just occurred. Yet, Gai's eyes remained on his friend's.

"Why don't you join us for some treats?" Kurenai smiled at Asuma's arm.

"I'm fine, thank you," Kakashi replied forcefully. "I have to go."

Turning quickly, Kakashi continued away from his friends, cursing himself for not putting the pills in his back pouch rather than his flimsy pocket. The irritation caused his head to hurt, his jaw clenching and flexing near his ears.

Reaching in, he took another pill dry.

*****

3 Weeks Later

Dragging himself back into his apartment, Kakashi's whole body ached. His mind spun in the delirium of the mission he had just finished. The grime and sweat that coated his body caused his skin to sting miserably as he stripped from his uniform. He kicked his pants off, the mingling scent of blood and dirt enveloping his studio flat.

The mission had not been successful.

Nor had anything else in Kakashi's life over the last two months.

The bottle of pain meds had dwindled quicker than the shinobi had anticipated. He had mapped out and predicted that he wouldn't need to loot the medical offices again for another few weeks. Yet, when he had upped the dosage again, the pain in his body overwhelming, he hadn't thought of his next move to obtain more pain killers. He had only wanted the ache, and now the intense sense of withdrawal, to stop.

That had been last week. Now, his bottom drawer was filled with pain medications that should easily last him another month. And yet, as Kakashi slithered his body over to his nightstand, he couldn't help but 5, one extra than usual.

The relief washed over him as the shower water flooded his body, washing away the painful reminder of a lost comrade from his 5-day extended mission as Captain. He had been responsible for those people, yet the way his mind had been functioning lately, it felt as though he was in a constant fog. Never as sharp as he had been before. But if he didn't take the medication, his body felt like it would die all on its own. Intense nausea, fatigue, and body aches were enough to keep him upping the dosages to keep the symptoms at bay.

Placing his silver hair against the linoleum tile of his shower, he felt the hot water hitting his back, sliding down his spine in such a delicate matter that it felt trancing. In his mind, flashes of the mission consumed him.

"Senpai, I think it would be best if I-" Yūgao leaned forward, her mask shielding her brown eyes that stared worriedly at the Captain.

"I know what's best," Kakashi had warned harshly at the girl, looking over at her through his porcelain mask.

It hadn't been long before his arrogance and untimely planning had caused Yūgao to perish. The blade that snuck through her chest at his hand was enough to rile his thoughts into more vivid flashbacks of Rin for days.

He hadn't meant to hurt her. She should have known to move away from his target. Yet his arrogance to finish things himself caught up with him, intervening with her battle. He thought she was in danger, but as they carried her body back to the village, his teammate had alluded that she could have handled it herself. He could have just let it be. The fog of his brain distorted reality once more.

Surely, he would lose his rank as Captain in the morning.

As the steam of the shower surrounded him now, he tried to think of another plan that could have changed the outcome, but his mind remained in a fog. He couldn't think straight, and the usual relief his body felt from the pain meds quick-acting behavior didn't seem to curb the ruthless thoughts in the swamp of his mind.

A fist slammed against the tiles, sending water splashing back in his face. Kakashi gritted his teeth, tears mingling with the drips of water hitting his body from the showerhead. He thought of Rin, the way his hand had so easily penetrated her chest, like butter. To take someone's life meant nothing to him when they didn't mean anything to him. Yet, the thought of losing a comrade under his watch at his hand caused resentment and anger to rise in his throat.

As he toweled himself off, his jaw clenched tight as he looked at himself in the mirror. Slipping a shirt and pants on, he noticed Yūgao's blood that hadn't washed off from a spot on his hair where he had missed. An illusion of more blood on his hands startled him. He swore loudly, his arm aggressively launching his toiletries off the counter and onto the floor as hate flooded him. The sound of glass breaking and items rolling off the tiled floor into the hardwood of his living space were deaf to him as he continued to sob angrily.

"I can't," he managed to himself, "I can't anymore."

He thought of his father. The way he had passed away. Kakashi had been there to find him. Who would be there to find Kakashi? Who would want to know where such a loathsome bastard was. Someone who had no emotions and killed his friends. Someone who relied so heavily on pain medications that he could no longer function. How could he stop now? How would he explain where he got the medicine from? He couldn't.

Four more, he thought. Four more pills would do the trick. Nine pills all together. If it didn't kill him, at least it would let him sleep. Sleep enough where he is so heavily sedated that the memories of his life didn't roll through his mind like some terror film on replay.

Dad.

Obito.

Rin.

Minato.

Yūgao.

Dad.

Obito.

Rin.

Minato.

Yūgao.

Dad...

Obito...

Rin...

The pain was unbearable.

****

The shine of a bowl cut entered Kakashi's apartment building late that night. His footsteps echoed in the hallway as he jogged up the stairway to his friend's apartment. Something deep within Leaf's Blue Beast was disturbed that evening.

The news of Yūgao's death had swept through the village like the bristles parachutes of a dandelion in the early spring. Everyone who had an interest already knew, and they also knew why.

"Ah, Kakashi," one shinobi had said upon hearing the news, "that's why they call him 'friend-killer-Kakashi.'"

Gai knew Kakashi wouldn't have hurt the girl on purpose, let alone a comrade. Yet, the way his friend had been acting recently, he wasn't sure what was going on. The increased irritability, hostility, avoidance, and deceptiveness in Kakashi's personality bothered the jounin to his core.

He wasn't sure where his feet would take him, but he knew he had to talk to his silver-haired friend. Even if he didn't want to, which he was sure he wouldn't, he needed to know if his long-time pal was recuperating okay.

Apartment 343. He hadn't been here in a while. At least for a few months now, if not longer. The dark-haired shinobi woefully thought of his friend's deteriorating demeanor.

Cold-blooded Kakashi, Gai recollected lamentably. He knocked on the door, waiting for an answer. Time passed as he shoved his hands in his green uniform, rolling forward on the balls of his heels. He paused and knocked again. Nothing.

"Kakashi?" Gai banged on the door, determined to get his friend's attention. He had had enough of the copy-ninja's behavior. Another bang and no one answered.

Finally, Gai knelt, reaching for the doormat that protected Kakashi's apartment key. If it wasn't there, he was home. As Gai lifted the mat, only dust and dirt resided beneath.

****

The incessant banging at his door sounded like a far-off drum beating- a sound that tuned in and out in the wavering radio channels of his mind. He couldn't move his body, and he had no desire to. Reality was distant, and his limbs were numb. There were no troubling thoughts that slithered through his mind like a garden snake in the grass. It was only peace.

****

"Kakashi?" Gai called out, the door smashed open off its hinge behind him. His black eyes settled on his friend, laying placid on his bed. The copy-ninja's hair was still wet from his shower, plastered to his forehead with specks of dirt and blood that he had neglected to wash away.

"Kakashi!" Gai rushed over, kneeling beside his bed and slapping the pale face of his friend. "Kakashi! Wake up!"

His lips were blue, and his skin clammy.

"Kakashi, what happened, my friend? Are you okay? Why didn't-"

The bottle of pills beside Kakashi's bed laid strewed on the floor, catching his eye. Reaching down, Gai picked up the bottle and read the label. The dots connected, and his eyes widened, two fingers immediately landing on the pulse of his friend's neck.

Nothing.

****

In the waiting room, Gai, Kurenai, and Asuma huddled together.

"They said he overdosed," Gai told the two, his demeanor was unlike any of them had seen previously. Clearly, he was shaken, if not entirely traumatized.

"Overdosed?" Asuma questioned, "on what?"

"Painkillers," Gai responded, sitting in a chair in defeat. "I saw them. I saw them in his pocket a few weeks ago. I said something, but he didn't-I should have-"

"It's not your fault," Kurenai consoled, sitting down next to Gai. "Please take a deep breath, Gai. You look like you're about to faint."

"I - he's not going to make it. He didn't have a pulse, and he's not going to make it," Gai uttered, his teeth clenched as he held back tears, "He's my best friend."

Asuma set a hand down on Gai's shoulder, nodding his head, "I know. We all care about him..."

****

A turf of white hair could be seen in the hospital room convulsing under the electrical cardioversion machine being shoved onto his chest to restart his heartbeat. The electric shock waves burst into his system like a thousand Chidori.

"Another," the doctor pointed to the nurse operating the equipment. Another push against his chest, and his whole torso moving with the bed beneath him. This continued for a while, the recharging of the electrical unit before the unnerving sound of a body jolting under the pressure of the electricity.

Time ticked by at the clock in the room, the doctor glancing at it as if to wonder when to call his young shinobi's death. How could this be explained to the leaders? An overdose on pain medication that should have never been in his possession in the first place.

Ba-dum, ba-dum, ... ba-dum ...

"He's back," the nurse sighed.

****

Blurred vision. One charcoal eye trembled open, the silver in his lashes catching the ray of sun cast into the hospital room. Wires surrounded him, pricked in the crevasse of his arm, stickied to his chest, and some unfamiliar machine on his index finger. Dazed by his surroundings, Kakashi carefully turned his head on the pillow, hearing the heart monitor behind him.

Hiruzen Sarutobi sat beside him.

"Hokage-sama!" Kakashi spluttered, taken aback by the presence of the Hokage in a hospital room he wasn't sure how he ended up in.

"Settle, Kakashi," Hiruzen commanded gently, his face composed and quiet. Kakashi looked straight ahead, his head spinning.

"What-?" he began in a raspy voice.

Hiruzen lifted his hand, the bottle of pills Gai must have provided to him in his palm. Kakashi looked over, his eyes settling on the drugs before putting his head back down on the pillow in defeat. The images came back to him. The desperation to get out of his situation, yet knowing that there was no way out.

"I'm sorry," Kakashi managed quietly, looking away. "I understand if you-"

"That's enough," Hiruzen said calmly, "I do not need to reprimand you. You are aware that sneaking into the hospital facility to steal pain medications is wrong. Yes, I know - I just didn't expect it to be you."

Kakashi lifted his hand, placing it on his eyes as the stress of the Hokage's words weighed on him.

"I know this is hard. Your body is reliant on these mediations now. It would be best if you stayed here for some time to detox your body and learn appropriate coping skills. I know - I know you don't want to. But I only wish to help. Which is why I feel it is necessary to pull you from the Black Ops team."

"Lord Third," Kakashi sat up, the wires around him tangling. "I-"

"I've already made up my mind. It is not suitable for you anymore. Actually, I don't think it ever really was. People with kind hearts do not belong in the ANBU," Hiruzen explained, placing the bottle on the nightstand beside him. "And I have a better assignment for you. One I think you may enjoy."

Kakashi sighed heavily, laying back down. "I don't understand."

"You will," Hiruzen nodded, standing up, "In the meantime, I think there are some people who would like to see you. They care about you very much and were overwhelmed with relief when they heard you were okay. You gave them quite a scare."

Kakashi scoffed quietly, looking down at the monitor on his hand.

"It's true," Hiruzen stopped, "you are very well-loved."

Kakashi looked up quickly at his words, watching as Lord Third sauntered towards the door and waved through the doorway at some unknown individuals to come towards him. A moment later, one eye settled on four individuals, beaming at him with gifts and smiles.

Iruka. Kurenai. Asuma.

And his best friend, Gai.

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akillysheel · 3 years ago

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TENUOUS. ( 1 )

Summary: Cthugha explains a little more about who he is and why he’s there-- besides the obvious, of course. Warnings: N/A. Notes: Yes, nouns like ‘Balance’ and ‘Universe’ are capitalised on purpose.

THE STRANGER NAVIGATED the precinct as if he’d been there before. He wound his way through tables like a snake, ignoring the curious glances that officers shot him as he passed. As he reached Kuro's office, the Sheriff was almost convinced that he was the one who didn't know his way around the station.

"Oh," the boy mused, head tilted upwards in the direction of his corkboard. It was littered with different coloured post-it notes and twine, Kuro’s neat block letters bold against their garish backdrop. "An upgrade for sure."

"Who are you?" Kuro asked slowly, enunciating every word as he stared at him intensely. Part of him felt that he should recognise him. Perhaps it was the familiarity that he'd been approached with.

"My name is Cthugha. I came from the future," he replied nonchalantly, arms tucked behind his back as he looked over the board. He winced slightly upon seeing one of the names on one of the many sticky tabs. "You never find that one, by the way."

"Excuse me?" Now he felt irked. "That's a real case, y'know. This girl's really missing. That's somebody's daughter."

"Unfortunate," Cthugha said, his tone a fraction softer.

"She ain't fodder fer yer li'l sideshow. She's a real person 'n' she's Raku-knows-where. Y'don't have the right to t'be involvin' her in yer stunt."

The look that Cthugha shot over his shoulder was cold. After a beat of silence: "Her name is Olivia Brannon. She went missing a week ago. You found her things in a field directly adjacent to the subway tunnel-- her dorm keys, student ID and textbooks-- but you have no further leads. You think that she's playing hooky with a boyfriend she's keeping a secret from her overbearing parents-- that she threw her belongings as a student away to pursue a life with him in private-- but he's still in town and hasn't seen her either. You’ve pursued him for questioning but he’s come back clean as a whistle. He even has an iron-clad alibi under his belt! You don't know where else to look, so you trawl through town like a dog sniffing for blood, only to find nothing. The case eventually goes cold." A thin smile shaped his lips as he took in Kuro's stupefied expression, impatient and derisive. "How's that for a stunt, Sheriff Braav?"

"H-How did you--"

"What part of 'the future' do you not understand?"

A thick blanket of silence befell them, and Kuro found himself leaning against the wall for balance. Just five minutes ago, it had been a typical Tuesday morning. Now, it felt as if his world was teetering to one side, his pulse an electrical current that thrummed in each temple. It wasn't easy to bewilder him after all that he'd seen, but this curious stranger had achieved it in a matter of minutes. How else was he supposed to react to being told airtight details about a case that hadn’t been made public knowledge yet?

How is any of this happening? What is happening? None of this is right. Who is this guy?

"I won't waste any time," Cthugha said soberly, moving away from the board. He circled Kuro's desk like a vulture, blue eyes scanning the tabletop with apparent interest. A finger grazed a half-solved rubix cube curiously. "I've come for one very important thing: the Balance is at stake. I need to fix it. You can help me."

"What…?" Kuro blurted stupidly, mind reeling. "What're y'talkin' about?"

"Alright." Cthugha paused to pinch the bridge of his nose. "I'm gonna need ya to sharpen up, detective. I came to you because I know you're smart."

“Surely y’realise how insane this is!” Kuro bit back, finding a foothold in the conversation. “This kid materialises out of nowhere--”

“Not a kid.”

“-- ‘n’ tells me that he’s from the future, ‘n’ that he’s here t’restore the Universe’s Balance--”

“In layman's terms.”

“--’n’ that he needs my help t’do it. Ten minutes ago, I was enjoyin’ a cup’a coffee ‘n’ finishin’ the paperwork fer an open-’n’-shut robbery! This shit is WAY outta my professional league.”

There was a lilt in the conversation-- one in which was stolen by the subtle tilt of Cthugha’s head. There was a strange metaphysical gravity that surrounded him, one that drew in attention like he was sucking it through a straw.

In a small, hopeful voice: “... you have coffee?”

“That’s what y’take away from everythin’ I just said?!”

“I haven’t had a good cup of coffee in months,” murmured Cthugha, scratching his chin pensively. Whatever peril the world was in, it seemed to be irrelevant to him now. “I had some at a diner in a pocket dimension a couple weeks ago. The waitress was lovely but the coffee was…” His teeth came together in the form of a fierce grimace. “... sweet.”

Kuro blinked owlishly, his mind racing. Everything was happening so quickly. He'd had no time to process the other's abrasive introduction, nor the deeper meaning of the things he was saying. The most he knew of the 'Balance' was that it was a cosmic force that even God's wrestled with. On the handful of occasions that it had come up in conversation, Raku was either struggling to maintain it or finding loopholes to avoid doing unsavoury things to appease it. Hardly an educational display.

"How about…" It was a sheepish start, no doubt, the town-hero more than a little out of sorts. He paused to stand up straight again, trying to strengthen his resolve. Get it together. He's scrawny. But so is Raku. He owns the very ground that you stand on. "... I put on a pot of coffee, and we talk more?"

"See, now it feels like you’re meeting me in the middle."

________

A sense of normalcy returned to him as he took a sip of his coffee. The Regular Tuesday vibes are back.

"What's the verdict?" he asked as he watched Cthugha peer into his cup. He found it incredibly odd that somebody who looked so… on-the-cusp-of-adulthood-and-no-older had asked for it black, all but turning his nose up at the offer of sugar and milk.

"Hm..." He hummed thoughtfully, eyes narrowing at the dark abyss before him. Then, he took a sip. Kuro watched as he paused mid-drink, eyes widening slightly. After a moment, he began to gulp it down, continuing until his mug was empty.

After a relieved little exhale: "Refill?"

"Sure…?" the Sheriff said hesitantly, reaching for the pot and filling his mug again. He seemed to slow down for his second helping, really taking in the taste of it.

"Ah… this district gets it. So much flavour," Cthugha praised, looking comfortable in his cross-legged position in Kuro's chair. It's frame dwarfed him, the black leather suiting his businesslike approach. “I’ve found that’s a common trend here. Huros make good food too; organic produce, and lots of spices and herbs.”

"Uh, yeah…" He couldn't focus on the idle chatter. He had too many questions-- too many burning queries-- to ask for anything other than answers to them. "So about why you're here--"

"Well, as you observed, I can tell the future, because I've seen it. I--"

"But how?" Kuro interrupted, unfolding a rickety metal chair and sitting on it. It creaked angrily beneath his weight, his six-and-a-half-foot frame not built for its meagre services. "Who are y'? What are y’? I-- I've met Raku several times over and not even he can mess with time--"

"I'm sort of his foil," Cthugha answered impatiently, his foot tapping against the arm of the chair. "Look, do we have to play Guess Who right now? There're more important things--"

"I need t'know how y'knew about Olivia. I ain’t gonna help y’at all ‘til I know that. How do I know yer trustworthy? How can I be sure my own officers ain’t leakin’ things t’outside sources? I don’t know y’. How could y’know?"

There was a tense pause between them, one that seemed to reverberate throughout the office. Suddenly, Kuro felt incredibly claustrophobic-- as if the sound bouncing off of the walls was drawing closer and closer. He watched as Cthugha sighed, drawing his mug to his lips for a final time before setting it down in his lap.

"Fine. I'll tell you. Once. So you’d better listen good. You just remember-- you asked for this," he warned, tone anything but ceremonious as he wagged a finger at him. "God's can't touch time because that's what we rifters are for, dummy. We govern the fabric of reality. Time's separate to a God's responsibilities, see. Gods maintain districts and concepts; we maintain things relating to the Universe itself. Time and space, namely. Those things're outside of a God's scope."

"So yer… above Raku?"

"I'd argue yes," the rifter said pridefully. "That little chump's only got a district to look after. I've got this entire timeline, and parallel timelines that're born from this timeline." He retrieved his coffee, brought it to his mouth. With his lips against the rim: "... but it doesn't matter. We work together. In tandem. We help each other. The basic idea is that Gods keep their people happy; those happy people are way more likely to stick to their destined paths, which means less problems for rifters. If there is a threat to the peace of the district, the God quells it; if it is a threat to the Balance, I do. We ultimately both serve the same function-- to keep the Universe happy-- but we're at opposite ends of the spectrum."

"We're… pre-determined?"

"Heh. I forgot you're the existential type," Cthugha tittered numbly. "No. Not in the way you're thinking anyway. People live in more of a probability map than they do a script; they have a list of things they could do in any given situation and can select from most of them without any real consequence to the Balance. People have free will because the Universe isn’t overly fragile, get it? The continuum isn’t going to shit itself if you take a detour from your usual lunch order. Every choice births a parallel universe in which the other was made. Most of these parallel universes are benign and don't need to be touched. So basically, you could make any choice and each of them would be as inconsequential to me." At least, if we’re talking about your average choices. “No more about this, okay? It isn’t gonna do you any good. I’m not really supposed to talk about it, but since you were so stubborn...”

He wasn't going to get into the ins and outs of his job, especially not with a simple huro. It wasn’t productive. It wasted time. It could have catastrophic consequences for his mortal mind. And the Balance, above all, was a picky sonuvabitch that Cthugha didn’t understand. Sometimes a store being out of a person's favourite sandwich led to them becoming an angry, tyrannical politician that eventually ended the world. Other times, a person could murder seventeen children in cold blood and the Balance remained unchanged, seeing those seventeen lives as pre-determined losses. He’d stopped asking questions a long time ago-- had learned to accept that, in most instances, what was meant to be was meant to be.

Not when it concerned the end of all life in the Aphanta Region, though.

Kuro looked dizzy. He sank a little further into his seat, his tanky frame looking all but comical in the small fold-up chair. "... 'n' what can I do about any'a this, huh? I'm just a police officer. A damn good one, sure, but I’m no cosmic cop."

"Mm," agreed the time-keeper, a solitary nod offered. "Sure. But you're a police officer in a district that contains a Universal Hazard."

"Universal Hazard…?"

"Sheriff." It was the first time that Cthugha had paused to find the correct words during their conversation. He seemed brazen, largely unconcerned with hurting peoples' feelings, but this appeared to be an exception. Kuro steeled himself, spine turning rigid. "... I've seen the death of this district, then its neighbours, then beyond. It all circles back to one very particular problem: a case you never solve."

“Brannon…?” he asked, feeling his heart leap into his throat.

“Not her. Someone whose case’s gotten so cold it’s practically subzero,” Cthugha murmured, polishing off the last of his coffee with a well-timed swallow. “Remember Mia Vanton?”

“... oh shit.”

Cthugha nodded solemnly. “Yeah. Her.”

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tomsrebeleyebrow · 5 years ago

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Anon asked: hey babe! if you feel comfortable, could you please do a blurb about peter parker finding out the reader has an ED that’s she’s been trying to hide from him? i understand if you’re uncomfortable with that but i would appreciate if you could write it. i love your work, thanks for everything :)

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A/N: hi love, thanks so much for the request! and also deepest apologies because it took me so long to do it but i was quite busy recently 😖😣 anyway hope you will enjoy it and please, all of you take care of yourselves 💖

‘Let me help you’

Warnings: ANGST (mention of eating disorder/anorexia and its side effects) but fluff in the end

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“MJ, have you seen (Y/N)? There is not gonna be any food left if she doesn’t hurry” notices Ned, as he digs his fork into some mashed potatoes.

Peter turns towards the girl who absently draws lots of doodles on her notebook, her food half eaten already.

“Well we have an individual project to present in class in like two weeks, so yeah she told me she will do it during lunch time in the library” MJ replies not looking at the boys, the pen she holds quickly tracing lines here and there on the paper.

Peter frowns. It is not the first time you do that. Indeed, it has been going on for a few weeks now. Skipping lunch. Refusing snacks. Not finishing your food anymore. Peter doesn’t like it, as if something is not right. Ned catches the expression on his friend’s face, before he tries to relax the atmosphere by talking about what happened during Spanish lesson earlier.

But Peter’s mind is somewhere else. He will have to wait until afternoon classes to see you again and have a talk together.

* * * *

Gym class.

Peter and Ned already started the warm-up exercises in the middle of the sports hall. Peter is easily doing some sit-ups as Ned hold his friend’s knees into position, not amazed by his strength anymore.

“Oh, the girls are finally here” says Ned.

Peter stops his movements, torso still in mid air as he follows Ned’s look. And that is when he sees you.

You stand next to MJ while exiting the changing rooms, hair put into a ponytail, wearing the usual blue sweatshirt given by the school and a pair of legging with black trainers. But as Peter sensed it at lunch, something was completely wrong with you.

As you approach some other girls sitting on the rows of the gym, Peter can’t help but scans your body from where he is. The sweatshirt you wear is now completely hiding you usual features like your frame is being sucked up in it. Also the legging is almost too loose around your thighs and calves. Have your cheeks always been growing hollow?

Eventually you catch Peter’s eyes but quickly avoid them, biting your bottom lips as if hiding from him.

That’s not good.

“Um, Peter- you look weird like that, keep going before Flash makes a stupid comment” whispers Ned to his friend, knowing exactly who he was looking at.

Following Ned’s advice, Peter keeps doing sit-ups a bit faster this time, his face now showing a lot of concern.

“I’ll talk to (Y/N) before the last lesson” grumbles Peter, mouth thiner than usual.

“Yeah, you definitely have to” encourages Ned, nodding.

* * * *

After refreshing and changing into your normal clothes, you tell MJ you need to go to your locker to take some books. Your tall friend nods before saying to join her at the little outside court.

As you walk into the empty halls, the students all out to enjoy the exceptionally good spring weather in Queens during the break, you pass a corner as you fall face to face with Peter. He is actually waiting next to your locker, his eyes already on you. The eye contact makes you slightly jumps but you still keep walking towards him as usual.

“Hi Pete, you’re not outside with the others?” you shyly ask.

“I needed to talk to you, (Y/N). It’s important.”

You gulp. Peter’s face is indeed serious, his sharp look examining every single moves and expressions you make. Trying to act as casual as possible, you put your backpack down and open your locker, Peter not looking away from you.

Before closing the locker, Peter holds an apple out right to your face, startling you a little. Your eyes go back and forth to your friend and the apple he offers you, not really knowing what to do.

“I- Thank you Peter, but I’m not hungry right now-”

“(Y/N), do you intentionally skip lunches and other meals?”

You froze, panic rising into your body. You look down to avoid his eyes, no word making their way out your mouth.

You can’t say it. You didn’t want to. But in the end, Peter understood by himself.

“(Y/N), please look at me.”

This voice is soothing and at the same time, there is an ounce of sadness behind it that makes you finally turn your head to him. Your eyes then fall on the apple, still in his hand and your lips start trembling, a light sob breaking through your lips.

And right before you break in front of him, Peter embraces you in his arms, his grip strong but still delicate to keep you against him. He now feels how much you lost weight, your current undershirt and jumper doing nothing to hide it now. You can’t contain your sobbing anymore.

“Why did you not tell me about it, (Y/N)?” Peter asks softly, engulfing your head on his chest.

“I just- I- I couldn’t, I didn’t want to worry you or-”

“For God’s sake (Y/N), you know you can tell me literally anything! And seeing you right now, depraving yourself from eating and hurt makes me feel I’m the worst friend ever...”

Peter’s voice is muffled in your hair, himself not trusting his voice either as the tears slowly make their way to his waterlines.

“You can’t get back on your feet alone, you can’t fight anorexia alone. I will help you (Y/N), little by little, but I will if you allow me. I just can’t let you get any more sick. Please...”

Your sobs finally calmed down, you raise your head to meet Peter’s glance noting his own eyes glowing. Still holding you, he brings his hand up your face to wipe your tears with his thumbs. His touch is calming and soft, you feel safe in his arms, almost unstoppable.

“Please Peter, help me...” you ask, almost plead him in a whisper.

“Of course (Y/N)” he says while caressing your rosy cheek, “I will help you and always I will.”

You let out a relieved sigh.

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In These Arms | Chapter 16: Recovery

Summary:

Team Avatar is recovering on Air Temple Island. How has it been for you?

Notes:

Penultimate chapter is now up!

“NO!” gasping as you jerk up with a yell swinging your arm and causing a piece of earth from the wall to shoot across the room. Panting in a cold sweat you look around as reality kicks in - that you’re in your dormitory on the island. You take a couple of deep breaths before wincing in pain as your hand goes to the wound, feeling a wet patch. You groan as you reach over and turn on the lamp beside you and look down noticing the blood seeping through the bandage, “Fuck”. Someone slides the door open, “y/n”. You jump looking over and see Lin in her tank and sweats “Lin...sorry, did I wake you?” relief washes over you as you catch your breath. You close your eyes to calm down but Ming-Hua’s face is still imprinted behind your lids. Lin sees a chunk missing from the wall “No, I was working in my room when...” she bends the earth back in its place as you quickly open your eyes and rub your face trying to calm down. Lin walks in and closes the door behind her as she walks over to you. You move your hands and look down at your wound “Can you bring over the bandages? My wound opened back up” you strained a bit and you removed your hand to take another look, Lin sees the blood as well. “I got it. Just lay down” She grabs the supplies and sits beside you to start removing the blood soaked bandage.

You exhale deeply as you stare up at the ceiling, looking away from the wound. Lin glances over at you and her eyebrows furrow as she notices the dark circles under your eyes, the beads of sweat hanging on your forehead. She’s seen it in herself before. She rolls up the bandages and places them aside on the nightstand. “Nightmare?” she asks and her voice stirs you from your daze and you turn your head to look at her. “Yeah…”

“Red Lotus?” Lin dabs the wound with some solution before starting to put the bandages on. “Yeah” you rubbed your eyes in exhaustion - Second night”.

“You’re safe. I got you.” Lin finishes dressing you and stands up to toss the trash in the wastebasket.

You sit up a bit when she’s done and it looks like Lin is going to leave “I’ll be back” she murmurs as you nod and lean against the wall holding your middle, “Okay”.

You close your eyes as you rest, trying to control your breathing and to remember that it has been a couple days since you woke up. Last thing you remembered was falling asleep in the cot on the Zaofu airship, then suddenly waking up on a bed in Air Temple Island. Asami clued you in on what happened since you woke up. Apparently, you fell unconscious from the loss of blood and Lin emergency radioed Saikhan and ordered him to send a team of healers to be ready when you arrived at the island. Kya helped as much as she could with little energy she had and you did regain consciousness but remained very weak. Doctors continued your treatment and you rested for two days with Asami, Opal, and Su taking turns watching over you.

Lin would come once everyone went to bed and left once Asami came in to relieve her “Lin, how is she?” Asami stepped in as she watched your chest rise and fall, Lin holding your hand “Nothing yet”

“y/n is strong. She’ll wake up soon” Asami put her hand on Lin’s shoulder giving it a gentle squeeze. “She shouldn’t have been reckless. Why did she have to step in front of Mako like that?” Lin spat in a hushed tone as she paced the room. “She sensed Mako was in danger and had to save him. It’s who y/n is. When it comes to y/n, she thinks before acting except when it comes to saving people’s lives. In which case she acts before thinking.” Asami reasoned with Lin.

“y/n needs to wake up soon or else they said she’ll fall into a coma”

“She won’t, Lin. Have you tried talking to her?”

“How can you be so sure, Asami?” she pinched the bridge of her nose “And why would I do that?”

“Because I read it can help them regain consciousness. y/n is a fighter. We just have to trust that she’ll pull through”

When Lin comes back with a cup of lavender tea she finds that you’ve stirred “Here” she whispers as she sits back beside you on the bed.

You open your eyes and sit up - “Thanks, you didn’t have to” you smile softly as you take the cup from her hands and inhale the calming aroma.

Lin was relieved that you were awake and fully conscious now as she thought back to the other day, she was holding your hand after deciding to relieve Su. Su mentioned to her that she felt obligated to look after you after stepping in to save Lin. “Su, I’m fine. You should check on Opal”

“I-okay, thank you.” Su rested her hand on Lin’s arm before she walked out leaving Lin with you. She took her armor off and sat beside you as she held your hand. She brought your hand up to her temple as she felt for your heartbeat, it was stable and strong. Asami had sent her a message while at work saying that your body was regenerating blood nicely and the healers were hopeful that you’d wake soon. She remembered what she had told her about talking to you. “Uh, headquarters is a mess.” she awkwardly spoke then muttered angrily “This is stupid”

She took a breath and decided not to say anything else, instead looking up at you and her face softened “y/n, wake up, please” she muttered softly, you would always do what she asked when she said please. Lin hoped that this time would be no different. “Why did I think that would work” she sighed as she stroked your hand. After an hour your heartbeat had to lulled her to sleep when she woke suddenly to your heartbeat racing. She felt your hand twitching in hers and looked back and forth from your hand to your face and cupped your cheek “y/n” she called out to you and your eyes opened blinking fast as you looked around confused and scared. “Where?” your voice was hoarse and dry as you brought your hand to your throat, Lin got up and brought you some water “Lin?” your voice is weak as you blink to clear your vision.

“Drink this” she helps you up and sits behind you, letting you lean against her as she brings the cup to your lips. Looking around you blink slowly “I’m guessing I fainted?” you rest against Lin, still feeling out of it buta bit more awake, “Yes, but you’re awake. Thank Raava. I should call the doctor”.

“No, just wait until morning. I’d rather enjoy the quiet with you right now.” you give her a soft smile as she settles back on the bed and holds you close as she kisses your head. “Ok”

“How long?”

“Two days”

“Heh, broke your record, Chief. Though I don’t feel refreshed” you smirked and though Lin didn’t want to, she couldn’t help but curl her lips up as she held you in her arms pressing her lips on your shoulder. “You’re incorrigible”.

“What?” Lin focuses back on you as you take a long sip then slowly exhale asking again “How’s the city?” trying to focus on anything other than the nightmare. “Chaos, with the Earth Queen taken down Republic City has been receiving a sudden influx of refugees.”

“That’s….great? No, that sucks. I don’t know. It's good that the citizens are free from the monarchy but it will be an issue for the city. That just means-”

“More problems for the police?” Lin finishes your sentence and you frown softly nodding as you finish your tea. “Yeah…”

Lin pursues her lips as she looks out the window then back at you “Have you…heard anything from your family in Ba Sing Se?”

You shake your head as Lin takes the mug from you and sets it aside on the nightstand “No, I haven’t. Maybe I should write, but hearing how crazy it is over there I’m sure the postal service is a mess.” you run your hand on your face then run through your hair “I’m sure they’re fine” Lin assures you and you nod absentmindedly

“Yeah, I hope so.”

“I guess they don’t know? About your current state?”

“No and no one should know. Don’t want to worry them. I’m fine”

Lin nods understanding as you look down and grabs the mug and starts to sit up and walk out the room. “Can you stay?” you look at her and she turns around to you. “I sleep better when you’re with me” you wince as you scoot over a bit in the bed as Lin walks over and slides beside you. “I can until you fall asleep. Your healing session is early in the morning” Lin responds and you nod as you lay your head on her shoulder while draping your arm around her middle. You yawn and exhale deeply as you smile and snuggle close to her, your face nuzzling into her neck to give her a light kiss, “Fine, whatever it takes to get back on my feet”. Lin kisses your forehead then brushes her hand up your arm as her thumb strokes you softly - you blink, trying to fight it but sleep takes over again. Lin stayed for a couple of hours, holding you until she forced herself to get up. She softly kisses your forehead and slides from under you, pulling the covers over you before quietly walking out the room.

“You’re sure you don’t want someone here with you?” The healer helps you into the basin as you slowly sink down into the water. “I’m sure, no need to worry anyone about me. The Avatar is far more important, continue, please doctor” you nod at him as he understands “Very well, captain.”

The healer did his session with your shoulder and other bruises before working on the wound. Once the hour session was done he double checked on the injuries. You notice he looks slightly concerned as he reassess your wound and you furrow your brows.

“Just give it to me, straight doctor. Don’t sugarcoat it - I can take it” you watch as the doctor checks your stab wound and other injuries. Lin brought doctors to make private visits to the AIr Temple to take care of the injured. It was better than to have to constantly move everyone back and forth from the island and Republic City every day. It would help the injured rest more comfortably - especially the cloudkids and Korra. Lin figured it would be better if the press doesn’t get whiff of the extent of Korra’s injuries and cause chaos in the hospital. As the healer applied pressure around the wound he watched your reaction, checking for any internal bleeding or infection. “Luckily the burn you sustained on your ankle will make a full recovery, no scarring. The stab wound however will scar but it should heal up nicely in time.”

“Scarring is the least of my worries, doc. Anything else?” you interrupt him as you grimace looking at the ceiling as you listen to the doctor’s explanation.

“There was some internal bleeding from your liver which was punctured. I took care of it and with time it will regenerate as new. If you rest and don’t overexert yourself you should be back to normal within 7-10 days”

“7-10 days?! There isn’t something faster I could do?” you groan, irritated by the news as you sit up holding on to the wound. The doctor sighs at your stubbornness and pushes his glasses up on the bridge of his nose as he tries to explain,

“7-10 days is the fast route, captain. Your stab wound was deeper than I initially anticipated. There was tearing - most likely from when you kept fighting.“

“Deeper than anticipated? It was that bad?” concern fills your face as you turn to look at the doctor and he gently nodded. As he helps you out of the basin as he bends out the water from your clothes and helps you into the bed.

“Luckily Master Kya was there to stop any further damage or you would’ve bleed to death. Thus, this wound requires more time to heal from the trauma.”

You look down, taking in the initial shock of the damage you sustained and grip on the edge of the bason - “So when would you recommend I can go back to work?”

“My recommendation is to take the full 10 days and rest. Let the wound properly heal, build some scar tissue. You can head back to the station after that, but I strongly recommend you not to be out on the field. Let the officers do the fighting for you, captain”

You sit there looking down at the floor as you listen to the doctor’s recommendation.

“Have someone call me immediately if there is any bleeding or drainage that does not stop with direct pressure after 5 minutes. A fever or shaking chills, any redness or swelling in or around the wound. Any wound tissue that appears yellow, white, or black in color. Or a foul odor or pus draining from the wound.” He tells you all of this as you give him an expression of disgust - he looks up at you and shakes his head and smiles “I’ll just write this down so you remember.”

“Yeah...thanks, doctor” you chuckle

You take in the doctor's words and nod as he starts to pack, “I’ll be sending this recommendation to the Chief as well so she’s updated on your condition.”

“Covering your bases I see. Wait, you don’t trust me, doc? It’s fine if you don’t. I respect that” you smirk as the doctor chuckles “That and Chief Beifong asked me to send her any updates on your condition specifically.”

“Oh...well write in your report that captain y/n has been taken hostage but will be given back within 7-10 days” you laugh as you lean back against the wall before groaning.

“At least your spirit isn’t broken” the doctor smiles as he closes his bag and you look at him smiling back “I try, but thanks doctor…. for everything” you salute to him and he bows “Rest up, captain. The city needs you” he gives you a smile before walking out. “7-10 days” you whisper repeating it until you lulled yourself to sleep.

“Please tell me I can finally get out of this awful bed” you groan as Su helps you up after the healing session. Out of stubbornness you would fight with your doctor on giving you the okay to get back to work. He told you to take it easy, but you needed something to do so you’d work out and end up opening the wound causing the doctor to make another visit after refusing Kya’s offer to heal you. You’ve been resting for a couple of days and you’ve had enough of the hard bed, “Depends, are you going to listen to the doctor’s orders?” Su sits besides and thanks the doctor as she looks at the fresh bandages.

“I have but it’s taking an insane amount of time. ” you huff as Su walks over to the dresser and comes back to hand you a tunic “It’s only been 3 days, y/n” she smirks as she shakes her head,

“3 days too many” you scoff as you grab the tunic and carefully slide your arms through.

“Let’s take a walk, that might do you some good” you grudgingly nod and button it up then stand with Su’s help and she walks you out onto the gardens.

While walking around you notice the grounds are quiet and full of melancholy. There has been a lot of that feeling in the past couple of days. Your senses have been heightened to those emotions as you heard updates on Korra, Tenzin, Kya and Bumi from the visits from Asami, Su, and Lin. You sigh deeply as you stroll with Su, her arm looped with yours when she looks at you “Deep thoughts?”.

“It’s weird for the island to be this quiet,” you murmur as you walk over to the wooden pavilion and lean over on the railing resting your arms there.

“It has been eerily quiet, but everyone is recovering - it’s to be expected” Su comments and you look out at the city from Yue bay. “Not that I’m not happy by your visits but...why?” you look over at Su who looks slightly flustered and then huffs “I stopped the doctor on his way out the other day. He shared as much as he could without breaking the whole patient-doctor confidentiality thing.” you snort a laugh “Thank Raava for that”.

Su looks concerned and worried for your wellbeing “y/n please tell me you’re okay.”

I almost died. Is that what you want me to say? That I’m having nightmares?

“I’ll survive if that's what you're worried about.” you look at the water slightly irritated, thinking about what the doctor mentioned. You put your hands on top of hers and give her a light tap “No need to worry for me, Su”

She purses her lips as she takes your hand. “Of course I worry. Opal and I meant what we said. You’re part of our family just as much as Kuvira. I’m sure the boys will agree, especially the twins.”

You squeeze her hand then pull your hand back “I appreciate it. You always were like an annoying older sister.” you smirk nudging her aside as Su scoffs “Annoying?!” she slaps your shoulder causing you to smile a bit. “You’re always wanting to look like the perfect mom, wife, leader.”

“There is nothing wrong with wanting the best”

“No, it's not, but every year for the winter holidays you kept insisting on matching for the annual family picture. It was funny to watch but it made it the most chaotic time of the year. Kuvira and I would sneak away while the family had heated discussions.” you laughed.

“You could’ve joined in” Su snapped as she turned back to the railing

“Eh, It would’ve been weird. A stranger in an official family photo.” you grimace “Plus, I’m not really a fan of getting my picture taken. Rather be the one taking the photograph.” you look back out at the water then sigh. letting a moment of silence to settle between the both of you before you spoke again “Any updates with the injured?”

“Slow recovery for everyone, but hopefully by the end of the week people will be back on their feet”

“That’s good”

“Have you seen anyone?”

“No, rather let them rest and not bother their recovery process.” you take a deep breath then lean off the railing before frowning “I should go back and rest…”

In the following days you’re still dealing with the nightmares and Lin continues checking up on you whenever she can after wor, soothing you back to sleep and bringing some tea to help you relax.

On one sleepless night you got a special visit from Ikki. You thought you were imagining it “Ikki?” you sit up turning the lamp on as you rub your eyes “Are you sleepwalking?” I don’t really want anyone here besides Lin. Why would Ikki come here?

“I’m sorry...I couldn’t sleep and Meelo kept kicking me. I usually sleep with Auntie Kya but….” her voice starts to crack as she hides her face behind her stuffed bunny.

“...it’s okay” you sit up and furrow your brows. You and Ikki share an awkward glance with you rubbing the back of your neck. Shit she needs comfort. I’m not going to be a dick to a kid even though you’re not feeling well yourself.

“Sorry for bothering you” Ikki hugs her stuffed animal and turns around “Wait...if it helps...I couldn't sleep either.”

“Really?” her eyes widen as she drops her animal a bit from her chest and you nod “Yeah” you look at her and she nods understanding. You give her a gentle nod and scoot over “Come on we can be roomies for the night.” you give her a bit of a smile and pat a spot beside you and Ikki airbends herself onto the bed and sits beside you. “Are you going to be okay?” Ikki's voice is soft as she curls up to you and you put an arm around her. Then she pulls back “Am I hurting you?” she rubs her eyes and you shake your head and tilt your head to let her know it’s okay to curl back into your side.

“Hey, I’m okay. Everyone is….I’m here, Ikki.” you smile reassuringly as you softly tuck some hair behind her ear. “What about Korra?” her eyes well up as she hides her face and you rub the back of her head softly.

“Oh well honey, Korra just needs time. So it’s best to give her a little time and space. She’ll be back to her usual self soon”

“Were you scared?”

You look at Ikki raising a brow at the sudden question “Yes, I was. I was scared for you and your brothers and sister. Your mom and uncle Bumi and aunt Kya. All the airbenders.”

“What about your cut? You were bleeding so much” her cheeks become stained with her tears as she cries softly and your face softens. “Ikki, I’m okay. I’m not going anywhere.” you cup her cheek and stroke it softly wiping her tears “My cut was bad, but your aunt stopped it. It was a cut and bruises, but I’ll survive, Ikki.” you hug her tightly and let her cry on your side. Your eyes started to water as you feel her emotions pouring into yours but you quickly wiped the fallen tears. “You know you’re very strong and brave, Ikki. I admire you a lot” you give her a smile as she wipes her eyes and looks up at you “Me?”

You nod and help wipe her tears as you tuck some hair behind her ear “Yeah, besides your airbending you have the ability to make friends quickly with anyone. You have the biggest heart - always willing to help those in need. I see the way you look over your baby brother. You’re so kind and sweet.” you speak softly as you rub her back comfortingly and Ikki smiles softly.

“I wanna be like Korra and auntie Kya and Chief Beifong and you when I grow up...” she mutters as she yawns while putting her arms around you.

“And what are we like, kiddo?” you look down and notice Ikki blinking, gathering her thoughts “Strong, caring, and a hero, you’re always taking care of my family. We want to take care of you. You’re part of our family too y/n.” her breathing slows as your lips curl up into a smile and you lean down a place a soft kiss on her head “Thank you, Ikki”

“Mhmm….do you have family?”

You smile and nod talking to Ikki about your sisters and answer all her questions. It took a bit until you noticed she had fallen asleep and you shifted a bit to not disturb her, pulling the covers up to her shoulders. Poor kid, she’s seen too much suffering at such a young age . You softly brush some hairs out of her face before getting comfortable and slowly doze off yourself. Ikki turned over and put the hand she was holding the stuffed animal with on your chest as she nestles into you. You looked down and you put a protective arm around her and go back to sleep. Lin wakes you up in the middle of the night. You rub your eyes and notice Ikki must’ve climbed over you in the night as you’re now sleeping by the edge of the bed and Ikki against the wall. She has her head on your chest as you rub her head squinting your eyes over at Lin, “Lin? What’s wrong?”

“Pema is looking for her…”

“Ikki couldn’t sleep. Since Kya is too injured she stumbled in here”

“Let me call Pema so she can take her back” she whispered as you put a protective hand over Ikki’s head “It’s okay. Let her sleep. Just let Pema know she’s with me”. Lin grimaces but nods and you reach for her hand “You can join us if you want” you smile and Lin looks at Ikki with a bit of disgust and fear “Pass” and you chuckle lightly. “You have the next turn”. Lin rolls her eyes and looks at the door “I should let Pema know before she asks me to put out a BOLO”.

“Good idea, goodnight” you kiss her hand before she walks out the door and you breathe out deeply. Looking down at Ikki sleeping peacefully before you head back to sleep.

In the morning you manage to walk over and enjoy breakfast with the families and enjoy the company “y/n, glad to see you joining us” Tenzin smiled with some bruising still on his face but most of them have faded. “It beats eating alone” you give a soft smile as you hold onto your abdomen while Opal and Ikki help you sit down beside Lin. “Thank you girls” you smile as Rohan crawls away from Meelo and uses your thigh to sit up while you help yourself to some breakfast.

“Meelo grab Rohan, let y/n eat in peace” Tenzin told his older son and you wave him off “It’s okay Tenzin, let the boy roam free” you smile as you set your tea cup down on the table.

“Hey little guy” you coo, as you watch Rohan crawl up beside you on the table grabbing on the edge of the table to stand himself up. You instinctively hold on his sides to keep him upright while he looks over the edge then pull him on your lap. Bouncing the six month old on your lap Lin grimaces as the infant plays with your fingers. You slip your other hand under the table and rest your hand on Lin’s thigh. Lin stiffens up a bit and glances at your direction and you give her a quick wink as you look back down at the baby before taking another sip of tea. “You seem good with kids” Tenzin comments and you look at his direction and smile giving him a soft nod “Oh, yeah. I’ve always had a soft spot for kids. Though I don’t want any of my own.” you boop Rohan’s nose and he giggles as he tries to grab your finger again. “How come?” Meelo asks and you turn your attention to him and purse your lips thinking “Hmm, I don’t think it’s the proper talk for breakfast” you laugh softly “But I’m sure I could be a good parent, that’s no question, but I don’t have the need nor desire to become a parent.”

“That’s perfectly fine” Lin comments and you turn to her and give her a small smile as she looks at Tenzin who then looks at you curiously. “Right…” Tenzin nods and you look down at little Rohan trying to gnaw on your thumb. Lin looks away but you catch her lip curling up as she slips some eggs in her mouth, then brings her hand down to hold your hand. “Since I first got my scar from protecting that little nonbender kid as a kid myself, protection and security has become my vocation,” you smile softly as Rohan leans against you and yawns while you continue to eat . “I can take him from you” Pema starts to walk towards you and you shake your head “No, it’s fine really. I’m sure your arms need the rest” you give her a smile. You intertwine your fingers with Lin’s as you start drinking some broth, “This is delicious, Pema,” you give her a soft smile.

After Tenzin got done eating he took the sleeping Rohan from your arms and you ate the rest of the food from your plate. After breakfast you took the dishes toward the kitchen. Lin stops you and offers to take them “I got it” you carry on setting the dishes in the sink, “I can help with washing my dishes” you offer,

“Oh no it’s okay.” Pema smiles as she begins washing the dishes and you walk over “Honestly it’s no big deal. You’ve offered your home. The least I can do is wash a dish” you grab one of the dishes and dry them off. “Thank you. You’re too kind.” you keep quiet as you rinse the dishes.

“Sorry about Ikki. She always seems to wander out of bed. I always find her in Kya’s bed, but I guess it scared her to see Kya in that state” Pema states as she busies herself with washing a dish as you rinse the washed ones and dry them off.

“It’s no problem. It must be hard on the kids seeing their family injured...anything you need I’m here, I mean it.”

“Thank you y/n. How are you feeling by the way?”

You inhale deeply and exhale “Ok I guess. I just hoped it would go by faster. But any progress is better than nothing,” you grimace and once you and Pema finished washing the dishes you excused yourself, going back to your room alone.

There is a soft knock at the door as you drink some water from your nightstand "yes?" you walk over and slide the door open. Lin is standing there concerned "you left...I thought something happened..."

you stepped aside and let Lin walk in as you closed the door and softly shook your head "I just...wanted to rest" you soft softly as you tidied up your room a bit. Lin eyes you, noticing your inner turmoils and walk over to you putting her hands on your arms turning you towards her. "you'll recover, y/n." her voice soft as you look down while she looks at you. She tilts your chin up so you look at her and bite your lip and nod, "I know. I just wish I'd recover faster" you whisper.

"It's frustrating, I know. I know" she whispers back as she cups your cheek and you look at each other, your hands running along her waist. "just a little bit longer" you assure to yourself as Lin presses her lips on your forehead "a little longer" she assures you. Both of you taking in the quiet moment between the two of you. Lin breathes in deeply and takes a step back, "I have to head to work". Mostly reminding herself of her plans and not a means to tell you. Lin would want to be beside you and take care of you but there wasn't much to do but let your body recover. "yeah, okay. Will I get to see you after work?" you step back and look at her as she nods "I'll see you after work" she assures you and steps towards you giving you a kiss. Giving each other the usual three kisses before you gave Lin a soft smile and watch her step out the room. You sat down on your bed and sighed.

By the 10th day you were given the okay to have more freedom to move around the island. Your scar was coming in nicely, there was no longer an issue of it opening or fear of infection. Even though your body was recovering nicely you still hadn’t been getting enough sleep. Slowly each day your mood would change - some moments you were fine and others you would seem down. Tenzin has almost made a full recovery and is helping his siblings in their therapy as well. Tenzin decided that there should be something happy to celebrate to cheer up the temple’s inhabitants and finally approved of Jinora to become anointed as a Master. It sure brightened everyone’s moods when the news broke out and the temple was busy making the proper preparations.

You’re walking along the plaza when Mako steps out from the men’s dormitories and catches you “Hey y/n” he jogs after you. You turn around as you look at him “Hey, Mako how’s the beat?” you keep a stoic demeanor as you slide your hands in your pockets. “It keeps me busy, but you’re not missing much, captain” you tilt your head up then look away “I guess.”

“Not feeling the island anymore?”

“The island is great but I’d rather be out doing something useful, but I’m still not cleared” you huff

“Oh, well….I get that.” he rubs the back of his neck “Listen, I never really thanked you for what you did in the cave….with Ming-Hua.” Mako says nervously as he looks away before resting his eyes back on yours and your lips purse as you slowly nod and shrug “No problem, Mako. Anytime”. You open your mouth then close it again as you point your finger up realizing what you said “Actually, not anytime. Hopefully next time neither one of us gets stabbed” you say awkwardly, still at a loss with how to deal with thanks.

“Uh….right” you notice Mako also feeling equally as awkward so you try to ease it and give the both of you an out. Eyeing him up and down as your eyes narrow “Detective, shouldn’t you be out on the beat or investigating a case?”

“Right, yes captain” he salutes and walks away as you run into Kya.

Kya had to be given a crutch to help her walk and you had been accompanying her for walks while Tenzin helped Bumi. “Mom’s worried for Korra...She hasn’t said much. Her recovery has been the slowest. And I've tried all sorts of different healing sessions but it’s not working. She needs a wheelchair to get around for the time being” Kya limps as you walk beside her and listen “I’m sure she’s frustrated. It doesn’t help seeing everyone else recovering nicely and she hasn't made much progress. Have you considered taking Korra to your mother at the South Pole?”

“I’m sure it has taken a great mental toll on her…at this point as her healer. I think that would be best for her to make the trip to see mom.” Kya laments as she looks at the gardens.

“have you gone to check on her?” you ask the master healer as she looks down a sigh escaping her lips

“I have, but she doesn’t say much. Asami hasn’t left her side though.”

“She and Korra have gotten closer this year. She’s going to need to be there for Korra now more than ever.” the both of you nod in agreement as you continue the walk around the grounds.

During the walk you and Kya walk up on a hushed discussion with the other adults. Everyone is looking at you and Kya as you share a confused look with the waterbender, “Uh...what’s going on?”

“Yeah, you guys look like there’s a headless possum chicken running around” Kya quips as she limps over to the group and you follow along.

“We were talking about Korra’s recovery or lack of…” Tenzin began the conversation and you began to understand the secrecy in the discussion “So you thought we were Korra?”

“Yeah, Asami took Korra for some fresh air around the island” Tonraq spoke and you nodded “Well that’s good, she’s getting out of her room.”

“Yeah, but she’s still weak. The healing sessions aren’t helping as we expected. She’s asked to stop them.” Tonraq reveals to the group and you look around as everyone takes the news “It must be even more frustrating for Korra...” you remind everyone.

“It’s only been 10 days. She’ll recover soon” Tonraq looks determined for his daughter and you nod agreeing with him “No one is expecting Korra to be back 100%. Her body has taken an incredible toll and it’ll take time, but her mind is also starting to get worse. If the mind is weak the body will suffer.”

“Is there anything we can do to help Korra?” Tenzin asks around looking at Kya for any suggestions who is unsure “If Korra has asked to stop the sessions, then I’m not sure. Korra needs more than just healing sessions though. There’s only so much I can do here. She’ll need intensive physical training and open up about what she’s feeling. She’s been so closed off. The metallic poison caused substantial damage. It’s just going to take time and patience.”

“Time and patience” you scoff in a hushed murmur as you fold your arms looking down.

“Maybe I should take Korra back to the South Pole….” Tonraq comments as he looks out the window and checks on his daughter. “The South Pole would be a good idea...mom can help Korra better with the spirit water and a change of scenery can help” Kya comments

“Let’s wait until after Jinora’s master ceremony to make any changes to Korra’s treatment plan.” Tenzin suggests,

Tonraq nods and starts heading out the room “It’s time for Korra’s nap”

“Yeah, I should leave too.” you mention suddenly as you turn away from the rest of the adults

“You okay, y/n?” Tenzin asks and you give him a nod as you walk out “Yeah” you walk out, not seeing the looks between the siblings as they watch you leave.

You kneel down in lotus position and breathe in the saltiness of the sea air from Yue bay as you look out at the scene. Trying to let the water calm you down as you start to close your eyes scoffing “Time and patience” mumbling as you try to clear your mind. Noise keeps filling your head and you pull your knees up to your chest with a pit in your stomach.

#TLOK3InTheseArms #SeeYouAtTheStation #lin x reader #linbeifong x reader #linbeifongxreader #lin beifong x reader #fyrefics #fyrefic #wlw #tlok

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rukia-writes · 5 years ago

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✨Sugar daddy! Levi x College student!reader (Part 5)✨

Author’s note: Hello, to everyone who is reading this story.. Another one of my sugar daddy fics was erased, it wasn’t necessarily taken down but it didn’t have the story in it. So, I’m hoping this doesn’t happen to this story either and if it does I do have it saved and I can mail it to you no problem.

✨ Rated: M ✨

Levi had approximately ten minutes to get to work before he would be counted as late.

However...

Seeing as how it was his last day before his vacation to London, England with (Name) started. Levi told himself that being late wouldn’t be that big of a deal...

Although, the idea of telling Erwin that he would be late for the meeting he was supposed to go never crossed his mind as he was getting amazing head from (Name).

One might as well start the day on the right foot after all. So there Levi ackerman was getting his cock sucked by (Name) on the bed. That is until Levi hears sees and hears his phone vibrate on the night stand beside him. He knew it was Erwin. Levi pulls on (Name)’s hair, pulling her away from his erect and waiting to release cock. He was so close to releasing in (Name)’s mouth, all he needed was a few more minutes.

“What is it Erwin?”

With that, Levi presses the back of (Name)’s head with a fist full of her hair back to his cock. (Name) figures that she might as well finish what Levi wanted a few minutes ago. While still on the phone with Erwin, Levi began to move his hips again while (Name) found the rhythm again and began to finish Levi off.

“I’ll be there in a minute...a few minutes. Maybe an hour...I’ll be there soon.”

With that, Levi ended the call with Erwin and began moaning slightly. Enjoying (Name)’s mouth and tongue to the fullest.

Levi was late getting to the meeting, but he did make it there. All the top level employees were there, lucky for him the meeting would over soon and this was last meeting he had to attend before he could finally go on vacation and he could go home.

Zackly, Corporate ambassador and Eren Kruger is the Corporate entrepreneur, Erwin the CEO we’re going over somethings and showing sales, profits, etc. Eventually, the meeting came to a close but Levi still had to stay over looking some papers with Erwin.

Levi was drinking some tea as he faded in and out of Erwin and Kruger’s talking to one another now as he, Levi, started signing off on some papers.

It was inevitable.

Erwin could make anyone talk, he really was a charmer. It also didn’t help that Levi was right beside the two talkers.

“How’s your little girl? She should be a teenager now, right?”

“No, she’s in college now. She goes to the university here.”

“No way. Already? Wow, time flies doesn’t?”

“Yeah it does. She makes me proud, she’s doing well in her classes.”

Erwin smiles as Kruger takes his papers, that’s when Erwin asks:

“What’s her name Kruger? I never found out all those years ago since you got promoted.”

Kruger takes out his phone, taps the screen a few times and shows Erwin a picture of his daughter.

“This is her, (Name) Kruger.”

“..Oh, wow-“

Erwin and Kruger hear Levi Ackerman choke on his drink. Hanji and Nanaba worries for the man, Hanji eventually rubbed Levi’s back.

Erwin had no idea how to handle the situation, all Erwin knew was that Levi and (Name) were friends after finding her in Levi’s house.

They both didn’t mention that (Name) was Kruger’s daughter, one of the CEO’s of the entire company. The CEO of a famous and renowned company to boot.

Kruger on the other hand just chopped up Levi choking as a non event as he puts his phone back in his pocket.

“Yes, that’s her. She came to stay with me after getting accepted to the university she wanted to attend..I haven’t seen her in a few days.”

Kruger whispered softly the last part to himself, Levi heard him however and he had finally pulled himself together from the unexpected news he just received pretty big news.

(Name) had some explaining to do.

Well, as luck would have it (Name) was calling him now. Levi didn’t know to pick it up or not. Eventually, he decided he would talk to her later after all Erwin was still talking to Kruger.

But...

(Name) kept calling him so the man starts answers while walking out the office.

“What is it?”

That’s when he hears her crying on the phone making his get an uneasy feeling. Eventually, after all the sobbing Levi finds out from (Name) that the car Levi had given her was apparently caught a fire while she was holiday shopping with some of her friends.

Levi had a bad feeling.

Telling her that it wasn’t a big deal and he was relieved she was safe, he also tells her he would come and pick her up.

Leaving early wasn’t a problem for him.

The whole time he was completely nerve wrecked on the whole car situation.

“(Name), I said it was fine. It was just a car. They are replaceable.”

“Yeah, but that was an expensive car and now I’m worried. I don’t think I did anything wrong to make it blow up the way it did.”

(Name) replied back to Levi who was putting her shopping bags in the back of his sports car. Levi sighed as he figured this day had to be for one the books.

“Never mind all that. Why didn’t you tell me your father was One of the CEO’s of the company I work for? That was pretty damn important.”

“Well, you should’ve asked for my last name..but besides that...yeah. Eren Kruger is my father. My parents divorced when I was little and I’ve been staying with him recently-well..not recently...I used to stay with him all the time until I met you early spring.”

(Name) sees Levi scratch the back of his neck as he then motions for her to get in the car with a turn of his head.

Once in the car the two were on their way to Levi’s while they talked somethings thru.

“Is your father the one who calls you all the time?”

“Yes, he’s a worry wart. I’m sorry for not telling you, Levi.”

“Its fine, just tell me important stuff like this next time.”

“I will and...could you slow down Levi..You’re going over the speed limit.”

That’s when phone vibrates again, checking it, it was her father. Sighing, (Name) presses accept:

“Hi, dad.”

Levi looked at (Name) for a second then back to the road. Levi heard (Name) and Kruger talk for awhile, the two talked all the way to Levi’s house.

“Now? Like, now? Right now?”

Levi parks the car as he heard the worry in (Name)’s voice. After awhile, (Name) scratches her face, then pouts and looks at Levi.

“Two weeks?! You haven’t seen our daughter in two weeks?! Kruger what if someone kidnapped her?!”

“I hope you know our daughter is twenty five. She has the right to go wherever.”

(Name) could hear her parents yelling from outside the mansion house door. Opening the door, she calls out that she was home.

“And just where have you been young lady?! Two weeks?!”

“Stop yelling.”

(Name) hears her father reply back to her mother; the two were so different it had to be a miracle they got together at all.

“I’m here. I was just staying with a friend.”

(Name) sees Kruger in the living room smoking a cigarette.

“Hi, dad.”

“Hey, hows it going?”

Kruger motions for (Name) to sit in the one of the loveseat, which she does with a nervous smile on her face.

“Where’s mom, I thought she was in her-“

“I’m washing your clothes! I’ll be there in a minute young lady! Both you and your father are going To send me back to the hospital!”

“...I swear to god.”

Kruger sighed as he blew smoke making again.

“So, hows work?”

“It’s the same. How’s school?”

“All A’s. See?”

(Name) hands Kruger a paper that had all her grades on it.

“Well done. I’m proud of you...how’s your work? It must be hard working and going to school. I told you, you didn’t have to do such a thing.”

“Oh...well. I did quit a few weeks ago. I um..got tired of it.”

“..So you need money right? I’ll give you some.”

(Name) nodded her head with a smile all the while thinking to herself she didn’t need it since Levi was taking care of her.

But she couldn’t say no. It would be suspicious.

“So, where have you been all this time? I’ve called you many times.”

“I was with a friend of mine from school-“

“That doesn’t excuse you from not answering my phone calls. Next time you go this long without turning in and you won’t like it. What’s your friends name?”

Kruger puts the cigarette in the ash tray as (Name) could feel her heart beat fast.

“Daddy, you don’t need to know my friend’s name. I promise I won’t go so long without calling you.”

“...Okay. I’m holding you to it.”

“Kruger! Spank her hand or something! Don’t let her get off so easily!”

(Name) hears her mother from the laundry room yell. Kruger just simply rolled his eyes and leaned back on the couch.

“Is it okay if I stay with a friend for the holidays? I made plans with them.”

“No!”

“I don’t care. Just call me more to let me know you’re okay.”

Kruger replied calmly as he shrugs his shoulders, (Name) sighed in relief as her father gave the okay for her to go.

“Thanks dad, you’re the best.”

“I know. Now, let me give you your present since you won’t be here for the holidays.”

“A present! I have a present!”

(Name) smiles as she sees her father get up from the couch and walk towards his bedroom.

“Yeah, you’re spoiled rotten.”

Levi was at home as he waits for (Name) to get back. The two had to leave in the morning and he was just now starting to pack. (Name) had his car and he was hoping Kruger wasn’t in one of his investigative moods. Levi then hears a, “I’m back!” It was (Name) he breathed a sigh, eventually (Name) made it to his room.

“Hey, how did it go?”

“It went well actually, my dad tends to worry but once you talk to him he’s fine.”

(Name) sits down on the neat and clean bed as Levi kept packing. “Does your father know?” “No. We’re clear. So! London! Can we go to the somerset to ice skate?”

“Do you even know how to ice skate?”

“No, but I’m willing to try...with you.”

Levi heard the soft spoken tone in, “with you”. He stopped packing and looks at (Name) who was smiling sweetly at him.

“With me Huh? Well, I’ll teach you. You’ll be shitty ice skater in no time.”

(Name) laughed at Levi’s “wonderful” sense of humor. Levi heard (Name)’s laugh at his joke and he swore he always wanted hear her laugh. It was certainly contagious as it made him smirk. Eventually, Levi finished packing and the two went to bed as they had to catch the plane early in the morning.

A trip to London.

Just the two of them.

✨Rukia-writes✨

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#Levi ackerman x reader

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amandaoftherosemire · 5 years ago

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Bulletproof -- Part Fourteen

Fandom: Marvel/College AU

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader, Platonic!Steve Rogers x Reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter

Author: @amandaoftherosemire

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 6,582

Format: Series (Complete)

Warnings: Language, fluff, mild embarrassment

Summary: Steve shows you the finished project. You and Bucky go on your first date.

A/N: Well, we’re about done now; I think this is the penultimate chapter. There will be an epilogue after this, because I want another little bit of fluff and to make sure that any loose ends are tied up, but this felt like the right place to bring things to a tentative close. For everyone who read this and made it through all the chapters where these two morons refused to talk to each other, thank you from the bottom of my heart. Also, what is wrong with you? 😉

Part Thirteen here

Part Fourteen

Steve stood in his studio next to the covered canvases he'd set up before his date the night before and very seriously listened to you bitch him out for not locking the door when he worked. At least, he was trying to be very serious, but he couldn't stop smiling.

He’d been grinning at you since you’d started in on him, actually, but in his defense, you and Bucky were being adorable. The way you'd been snuggled up with Bucky on the couch told him the two of you had come to some understanding. The way Bucky was following you like a puppy with a dopey grin on his face told Steve that understanding included something romantic.

Steve couldn’t work up the slightest bit of worry about you, however. It was abundantly clear that whatever the understanding was, you were in charge of it. Bucky was following your lead, and mostly happily, except for your insistence that he stay outside the studio while you lectured Steve and looked at the finished art. You'd had to sternly order Bucky to let you go; he'd stayed wrapped around you as you followed Steve back to the studio. With a steely eye and firm slam, you'd shut the door with him on the other side, pouting in the hallway.

Steve couldn't stop wondering, even as you scolded him, how much you and Bucky had talked and whether Bucky had admitted that he was in love with you. He didn't realize he was beaming even as he hoped that you'd finish chewing him out soon so that he could ask you.

"You're lucky all you got was a fist in the face," you were saying, trying to hold back the laugh at the goofy smile Steve was wearing. He was too pretty in his good humor and you were in too good a mood. "And you're damn lucky you're not getting mine in your big dumb grin." You gave up, laughing out loud as you put your fists on your hips. "What are you smiling at? I am yelling at you, Steven."

"You." Steve replied immediately, snatching you up into a big bear hug. "And Bucky." You squealed as he squeezed. "Is it official now? Or should I have given Loki your number? He asked when I returned the coat."

Your smile sparkled with all the happiness you'd woken with; the first thing you'd seen that morning had been Bucky's bright blue eyes, his sweet smile. After starting the day making love to you, Bucky had then made you breakfast. When you'd started reluctantly talking about returning to your studies, he'd done whatever you'd needed to set up a study spot in their living room rather than let you leave again.

"Is what official?" You shot Steve a wicked grin as you raised your voice loud enough to make sure Bucky could hear you from where you assumed he was eavesdropping. Steve set you back down to shoot you an amused look.

"Yes!" Bucky opened the door to the studio a crack to make sure his voice was crystal clear as he snarled. He'd had his ear pressed to the door to hear what you said to Steve, waiting for the lecture to end in the hopes you'd start talking about him. The idea of another fucking Odinson trying to take you from him sent a shudder of rage through him. He'd be damned if he'd let anyone, least of all Thor's dark brother, take you without a fight. "It's official, dammit. Don't you give that guy shit, Steve."

"Oh, that," you smiled, a little smug to hear the note of jealousy in Bucky's voice. It was nice to not be the only one that suffered from that particular affliction. "Yes, I agreed to let Bucky be my boyfriend. I mean, he wouldn't stop begging and pleading and groveling--"

"She's joking," Bucky cut you off and you could hear the smirk in his voice, "but I would have. Still will, if it comes to it."

"Are you sucking up so I'll let you in here?" Your lips were twitching as you asked the question, but Steve was having to cover his mouth with his hand to stop the chuckles from escaping. He was having an absolute blast watching the two of you flirt and enjoy one another. All he'd ever wanted was the two of you happy. Happy together was a bonus.

Bucky sounded painfully forlorn as he answered, "Yes. I miss you."

You rolled your eyes at Steve, but your heart was melting, and you couldn't shut him out any longer. It was stupid, but you missed him, too. Hell, the idea of being apart had been so unappealing you'd gone to the trouble of dragging all your stuff over to study rather than leave him.

You stalked over to the door and swung it open to find Bucky on the other side, leaning dramatically against the wall and looking adorably sad. You grabbed him by the hand and pulled him into the room with an exasperated groan. "Fine. Come on, you big baby."

You shot Steve an indulgent smile. "I'm in too good a mood for punishments or yelling today. Both of you should take the reprieve and be grateful."

"Done." Steve shrugged and moved to stand next to the first painting, taking the cloth covering in his hand. “Does that mean we’re also done keeping secrets?” he asked hopefully.

“Go ahead,” you allowed, amused with him. Steve had never been terribly comfortable with subterfuge and keeping secrets from Bucky, of all people, had been brutally difficult for him. “No more secrets, no more assumptions,” this with a sidelong look at Bucky, who’d thrown his arm over your shoulders to pull you into his side, “no more hiding.” You finished with a nod to Steve who grinned widely and pulled the cloth to the floor.

“The Wounded Faerie Queen,” Steve said into the hush that fell over both you and Bucky. He looked away as he bundled the sheet up into a wad and turned, blushing, to throw it onto the couch along the far wall. He was painfully gratified and relieved that you both seemed impressed, though the pain on Bucky’s face was breaking his heart.

You weren’t impressed; you were awed. You’d known Steve had talent. You’d believed in him and his art with everything you had. But you hadn’t known he had this in him. He hadn’t simply made you beautiful; he’d made you stunning.

The Queen stood, pretty and poised, in the bright clarity of pastels. She was golden and glorious, walking down a flight of warm marble stairs with her skirts bunched in her fists. Steve had given her a Grecian hairstyle to match the gold chiton that both veiled and highlighted the curves of your body. Vines and ivy twined around more marble, and the light around her almost seemed to pulse with her power.

Though everything around her was touched with that warm and golden light, her majesty was cold as ice, with a sharply arched brow and pursed lips that spoke of disdain and disillusionment. This was a queen who'd had to defend her throne, who’d taken her share of damage doing so.

You didn't know if you could see anything of yourself in either the face or the form, but you weren't sure that your own insecurities weren't standing in the way. Regardless, you recognized the expression, knew the pain and passion you had to endure to create such a thing. You found it hard to believe anyone, even Steve, saw this much beauty in you, felt stripped bare that he saw you this clearly. Still, you hoped the cruel cast to the Queen's features rarely graced your own.

"I swear to god, Steve," you said, your voice low and nearly vicious in its sincerity, "I don't even need to see the rest. If you don't get an A on this project, I will fucking slash your professor's tires."

Bucky continued to stare at the painting, silent and still. He had seen this painting the other night and was amazed anew at its power. The fidelity with which Steve had translated the feel of this expression made him experience it all over again. He shuddered to think of ever losing you, of being shut back out in the cold once more.

You could feel the tension in the arm Bucky had slung around your shoulders, the way it tightened, and turned into his chest, slipping your arms around his waist in comfort. “You okay, Bug?” The melting affection in your voice held such intimate adoration, Steve blushed and had to look away.

Bucky drug his eyes from the painting to look into the warmth beaming out from your face and relaxed with a smile. You loved him. That was the important thing. “Yeah. I was remembering how it used to be. When you looked at me like that all the time.” His smile was genuine, if a bit wry, but you could see the memory of pain around the vulnerable corners of his mouth.

You wrapped your arms around his waist and squeezed. You were sorry that you'd had to hurt him to protect yourself, but you'd needed the time to heal and forgive. You and Bucky had a real chance now. You couldn't regret what you'd done when you knew it to be necessary in the end. “It was damn good armor," you said with a wry smile in return. "But I'm glad I don't need it anymore."

Bucky's face softened with affection as he understood. He looked back at the painting and saw for the first time the pain that lay under the cold disdain on your face. Though this was the look that had made him feel like he no longer existed, thanks to Steve's talent and your words, he could finally see the wounded heart underneath the bulletproof vest.

"You'll never need it again," he promised in a whisper, his eyes direct and intense on yours, "not with me."

Your face spread in a slow smile, your heart soaring. Bucky's throat ached at the sight of your joy. "Enough mush,” you laughed, “before we break poor Steve.”

Steve looked up from the sketchbook he’d grabbed, wanting to capture the image of you and Bucky holding one another and smiling in the first flush of newly found love. He'd never seen that look on Bucky's face before, reverence and rapture. “Don’t mind me,” he said with a chuckle. “You guys are adorable.”

When you glanced over your shoulder to see him sketching, you couldn’t stop the laugh from bursting out of you. “I’m just gonna go ahead and move on to the next since you’re busy.”

Steve waved his hand, keeping his eyes on the page in front of him. He was painfully nervous to see what you thought of the painting you were about to reveal. His feelings about the next work were too powerful; he was terrified to find out what you might think. Your opinion, above all, could make or break him.

You stepped out of Bucky’s embrace to pull the cover from the next easel. When the painting was revealed, a study in oils of the color and feeling of blue, you heard an audible gasp leave your mouth.

The mermaid was simply spectacular.

“Steve.” If Bucky's jaw could reach the floor, it would have. He wasn’t surprised Steve had been able to create this; Bucky was fairly certain Steve could do anything he decided to do. Still, that didn’t stop the overwhelming awe. His friend hadn't created just a painting. Steve had truly created art. “Damn.”

The painting was an oil study in melancholy blues, stormy grays, and sharp greens. The mermaid that dominated the painting sat, tail curled to her side, on an outcropping of rock as sirens are legendarily wont to do. The shimmer of color that danced over meticulously dabbed scales immediately drew the eye. Her tail was an opalescent jewel, the fire of which burned within the heart of the painting.

Her face was largely turned forward, but she looked off into the middle distance, a cold counterpoint to the vibrant beauty of her tail. An expression of such unending sadness, such unfathomable loss lived in her eyes, her mouth, even the set of her shoulders, it brought an ache to the throat. A mane of mermaid hair tumbled around her face, but your heart lived in her eyes.

You didn't know what to say, stunned to see yourself made into something so beautiful, so moving. "Steve, I…" You trailed off, not sure where you were going and feeling tears rising. You cleared them from your throat and said, your eyes still shining. "I'm literally speechless."

Bucky wanted to tease you for that, but he wanted to flatter the both of you more. Steve had found the perfect beauty that lived inside you and translated it to canvas. At the same time, that perfect beauty was inextricably tied to that perfect heart, and this beauty was that odd kind found in grief. Love lost, after all, was still love. Bucky hadn't known such beauty could be found in misery, but he stood slack-jawed in front of it. "I'm not," he said incredulously. "This is fucking gorgeous. You've almost done her justice."

You laughed, but the sound was strangled as you battled the emotion pouring through you. The mermaid sat in the middle of a gray and stormy sea that boiled around her. The wind whipped her improbably long hair into a mad tangle, a tendril of which had fallen across her nose. That stray lock of hair drew attention to the shattered look in her eyes. The corners of her mouth were tight with held back tears.

Rather than the pose you remembered for this, pensively staring into the water below you, Steve had opted for another pose, one where you were sitting up, one arm crossed across your breasts defensively, your hand gripping your upper arm as you curled into yourself. Despite the defensive curl, the mermaid leaned forward, longing in every curve. Though she stared out of the canvas, her eyes were fastened on something only she could see, something that brought her irredeemable grief. You’d never thought to see your own broken heart captured in paint.

You tried to joke in response to Bucky’s flattery, but your voice was weak. “What a liar,” you said absently as you stepped closer. “She's…"

When you trailed off again, mesmerized by what Steve had created, how kind he’d been to your flaws when doing so, he tried to finish it for you. “The Siren Seduced, the best work I've ever done,” he said with a wry smile, “and--"

You cut him off, needing to finish it yourself, wanting to let it go. "What was under the armor." You'd spent too long refusing to look at this. You found it funny that finally doing so was what allowed you to accept and forgive.

Bucky was already wrapping his arms around your waist, both because he didn’t want to stop touching you and because he thought he understood what had put that look on your face. He had. “Babygirl, I’m so sorry.”

You spun to face him, taking his face in your hands to draw it to yours. Your eyes still wet and shining with the unshed tears Steve’s mermaid had inspired, you gazed into his with all the love you had. You kissed him, softly, and shook your head. “No. Stop it. We drank the last of that poison together.” The corners of Bucky’s mouth curved ever so slightly, in the sweet smile you adored. “You forgave me for that,” you nodded at the Faerie Queen, “and I forgave you for this,” another nod toward the mermaid, “so that we could start fresh.”

Your stern demeanor had the desired effect. Bucky couldn’t wallow, even in guilt, not when he had you in his arms, passionate in indignance. His smile crooked and affectionate, he snatched a quick kiss from your mouth. “I love you.”

Your face lit up with such a bright, sparkling smile, it seemed impossible that you’d ever been so sad. “I love you, too,” you chirped back and kissed him again, soft and slow.

“Steve,” you said seriously as you turned to face him, “I changed my mind.” He looked up from his sketchbook, a tinge of bashful pink on his cheeks when you stopped in front of where he was sitting on the stool he habitually used during your sessions. “If you don’t get an A, I’m setting the bitch’s car on fire.”

Steve's face relaxed into a wide, happy smile. He wanted the A, but your opinion, of the mermaid in particular, was of the highest importance. After all, it was your broken heart on display. If you liked her, let alone loved her with the fervor of the devout, as your words and tone indicated, he knew he'd done well. "Considering the way you're escalating, maybe you should see the rest before you have to kill her."

"If the other two are half as gorgeous, I just might." You pulled the pad from Steve's hand to look at the quick sketches of you and Bucky he'd scribbled while you'd been talking. You shot him a grin and wiggled your eyebrows approvingly as you plopped onto his lap. "Let's see the next, Bug."

Bucky grinned at you in Steve's lap and wondered how he'd ever thought you or Steve were attracted to each other. He couldn't be jealous when the two of you, your arm around Steve's neck and his around your waist, looked like siblings. The way you touched each other was chaste to the point of familial. He shook his head and laughed at himself as he pulled the cover from the third canvas.

"I want it."

Steve roared with laughter when the sheet had barely hit the floor and the words were already leaving Bucky's mouth, his voice low and tight with barely restrained lust. At the same time, you were gasping in astonishment and smacking Steve lightly on the back of the head. "Steven!" you admonished. "You made me look like sex on legs!"

Steve leaned back to throw his head back and laugh, which straightened his legs and sent you tumbling out of his lap to the floor. You wanted to curse him, but you were too busy laughing at all three of you, delighted to find that the dynamic of your trio had barely changed even though you and Bucky were now also a separate pair. Steve still teased; he simply added this aspect to his repertoire.

Bucky could only tear his eyes away from the painting when he heard the thump of your body on the floor and the 'oof' it drove from you. "Dammit, Steve," he said when he turned around to find Steve half out of his chair and you giggling on the floor, "if you can't take better care of her, you're not allowed to hold her anymore."

This only sent you and Steve into further gales of laughter, the sound of Bucky's exasperation painfully familiar and deeply missed. Bucky may have changed the admonitions, but he still acted annoyed with you both. He took the hand you'd raised into the air and pulled you to your feet and directly into his arms. "I can't let you go for a second," he purred as he turned, with you under his arm once again, his hand running gently up and down the outside of your arm, to look at the third painting, this one in colored pencils.

"Robin Goodfellow," Steve said, still chuckling, "and she belongs to Miss Sex-On-Legs here." At the happily surprised grin you shot him over your shoulder, he smiled back, his face sweetly affectionate in gratitude. "You should have one, and that's the one that you'll enjoy the most."

You turned back to the piece, your face immediately stretching into a smile at the sight of yourself in a bright green frock coat that hung open enough to expose the curves of your breasts and waist. You had a quiver of arrows on your back and a bow in your hand. The pirate style coat was still short enough to reveal most of your legs, while the edge conveniently preserved a little of your modesty. The grin on your face, however, was pure mischief. Based on the sultry, yet slightly shy, curve to your lips, there was no doubt you were up to something.

Bucky wondered what you'd been planning when Steve had captured this particular expression because he'd seen its more intense sister when he made love to you. He adored it, and to see it captured so beautifully had him utterly enthralled. You could seduce him with a look, and this was the beginning of that quick and easy seduction.

"This one is Bucky's, though," Steve stepped forward to take the last sheet in his fist. As he pulled it away, he finished, "Because you only smile like this for him." He hadn't known he'd be able to give this one to Bucky, but even as he'd painted it, he'd hoped.

When the sheet revealed the bright and bold piece in acrylics, Bucky's jaw dropped again. He stood, amazed, even as you huffed out the breath of an astonished laugh. The work was joyous, bright greens and shimmering golds set off by dark and earthy browns. You lay in the middle of a field of clover, the little green leaves dotting your green-and-brown-veined skin, your hair seeming to grow into the ground beneath you. Your legs were crossed and drawn up a little toward your chest in laughter. Your arms were around your middle like you were holding on as your head tilted backward.

Your face, however, held the bright and happy expression he'd captured the day in the lab when you'd worked on Bucky's arm. For the first time in years, Steve had seen the smile you reserved for Bucky and Bucky alone. When you'd been younger, this smile had beamed out of you whenever Bucky had been particularly tender or affectionate. After the Falling Out, Steve had thought it gone forever.

That day in the lab, he'd seen that bright smile and raced to capture it. But once he'd done so, he'd found that there was something different about the smile you saved for Bucky, something powerful. This smile beamed out of you like light, like you held a sun inside of you, carrying love and joy in equal measure. But the pain and grief of what had come before brought a depth to this smile that hadn't been there before.

The joy was that much more powerful and poignant because the heart that felt it had known loss, and pain, and fear. The love that accompanied it was that much more durable and strong because it came from understanding.

Bucky cleared his throat, captivated by the smile beaming out of the canvas, awed at what his friend had created. He loved this smile, adored making it happen, because it was so pure and genuine. The idea that you only bestowed this gorgeous expression on him made him feel ten feet tall. "What do you call this one?"

"Winter's End."

Bucky tightened his arm around your shoulders, catching your eye when you glanced his way, the smile from the painting shining on your face, dazzling him. He huffed out an amazed breath, astonished at how his life had changed, how he'd gotten everything he ever wanted in this surprising spring. "Perfect."

Bucky walked into the living room of his apartment already tugging at the collar of the gray button-down he'd tucked into black slacks. He hated anything resembling a suit, had always been more comfortable in a t-shirt and jeans, but he sure as hell wasn't going casual on his first date with you. Hell, he'd been in love with you for half of his life; the least he could do was put on a jacket when he took you out for the first time, officially.

And he hadn't needed his mother to tell him that. He'd already picked out what he was going to wear when she called to check in that afternoon. She'd been painfully relieved when you'd become friends again; though both of you had played down the extent of the rift when talking to her, she knew her babies and neither of you had fooled her. The squeal of joy she'd let out when he'd told her during that afternoon's call that the two of you had gotten together was still ringing in his ears. Winnifred had sternly admonished him not to screw up before telling him to put on a blue tie to match his eyes.

Bucky'd torn the damn thing off almost as soon as he'd put it on and felt like an idiot.

"Is it stupid that I'm nervous?" He asked Steve, and to a lesser extent, Peggy, the two of whom were sitting on the living room couch watching a movie and discussing their plans for the evening. He'd only met Peggy that afternoon, though he already approved. She was a cool English rose with the mouth and body of a pin-up girl. Even better, she had a steel-trap mind and soft eyes when she looked at Steve.

Steve shrugged without taking his eyes from the screen. "I mean…"

Peggy's lips twitched when Bucky flopped into the recliner with a dramatic sigh and Steve studiously ignored him. "You should ask her that question," she murmured quietly, but with calm assurance.

Bucky's eyes narrowed, but he considered it. "I should?" he asked, not skeptically but wanting to make sure she wasn't fucking with him. If she was friends with you, he had no doubt she had a wicked sense of humor.

Peggy smiled and Bucky could see exactly what so attracted Steve. It was clear that she was as good as she was pretty. "Trust me."

"You look fucking beautiful." The words were out of Bucky's mouth before he was thinking about them the moment you opened your door that evening. Knowing he wanted to make this first date special, you'd gone to some serious trouble.

Making good on your promise, now that finals were over, you'd spent the afternoon getting ready, pampering your skin, doing your makeup and hair. You’d even pulled out a dress you'd bought nearly a year before but had never worn when you'd realized it matched Bucky's eyes.

You grinned appreciatively at the unusual sight of Bucky in a suit; the open collar made you want to press your lips to the hollow of his throat. He’d gotten a haircut, trimming the almost chin length locks to above his ears, but still long enough on top that it looked soft. Your fingers almost itched to comb through it. "Right back at ya, Buck," you purred and bit your lip.

Your shy sultry smile had him chuckling as he relaxed. He slipped his arms around your waist and snatched a quick kiss from your lips. "For some dumb reason," he said as he squeezed you once and let go, "I was so nervous, but now that I'm looking at you…" He lifted his hand to trace the line of your jaw with his thumb.

The idea that after all these years, after everything you'd been through and done together, that Bucky could still worry about impressing you on a first date had your heart melting, as did your body as you flowed against him. "You were nervous?" you asked as you slid your arms around his neck and nuzzled your mouth against his.

Bucky slid his arms back around your waist to pull you close as he thought, Note to self: do what Peggy says. "Is that stupid?" he asked before brushing his mouth gently against yours.

"Maybe," you breathed, "but it still makes me want to drag you in here and--"

"Can you not?" Gamora's voice carried from the living room and you wondered how the hell she even heard you.

Bucky's arms tightened once before letting you go. "Shall we?" he snickered, offering you his arm.

"Since G is such a buzzkill," you laughed back as you took it and closed the door behind you on Gamora’s quiet chuckle.

Bucky realized why he'd been nervous very shortly after being seated in the restaurant. He'd wanted to take you someplace nice enough to have great food, but not so fancy that the two of you couldn't have any fun. When he recognized the server as a woman with whom he'd had a very brief affair, he cursed inwardly, viciously and deeply profane.

The slow, seductive smile she bestowed on him when she took the drink order let him know she remembered and would be happy to pick up where they left off. When she walked away with a sassy twitch to her hips, he looked back to you with his stomach sinking in dread.

He knew he was doomed when his eyes met yours where you sat across from him. The sight of you, leaning back in your chair, legs and arms crossed, a wide, wickedly amused and knowing smile on your face, sent a shiver down his spine. "You've nailed the waitress, haven’t you?"

Bucky didn't try to prevaricate or lie. Not only would you see through it and not be amused, he didn't want to start your relationship with dishonesty. Despondent, he dropped his head to the table, banging his forehead on it as he went. "Yes."

Because he was face down in the linen tablecloth, he didn't see you press your lips together in affectionate amusement at his melodramatic pose. "Did you know she worked here?" you asked, your voice rich with that affection and amusement.

Bucky lifted his head, his eyes narrowed at the note of mirth to the tone of your voice. When he saw you still grinning, no hint of anger or resentment in your face or form, he started to see the humor in the situation. "No," he replied, his lips starting to twitch, "but I wasn’t picking a restaurant based on avoiding women I’ve nailed."

You took pity on him, knowing he would never have brought you here had he known. "Would it make you feel better if I told you I’ve nailed the bartender?" The corner of your mouth lifted in wry affection as you leaned forward, placing your hand palm up on the table in invitation.

Bucky took your hand, cradling it gently as he glanced over his shoulder to see a lovely woman with a straight rain of black hair and full red lips behind the bar. "As a matter of fact," he answered with a lecherous grin your way, enjoying the images you'd put in his brain. "Have you?"

You opted not to answer, knowing it would be far more fun to let him wonder. "Typical," you said, instead, with a laughing roll of your eyes.

His face softened with love, realizing you'd eased his embarrassment by reminding him of your twisted sense of humor. He'd wanted tonight to be perfect, had hated that his history had already been forced into your face. He didn't know how he'd managed to fuck up so quickly, but here he was. He also didn't know how you always managed to make the horrible humorous, the embarrassing enjoyable. "You’re having entirely too much fun at my expense," he teased as he lifted your hand to his lips to press his lips to the back, wanting the connection of skin on skin.

Your hand turned in his to cup his face. "Of course I am," you chuckled. "It doesn’t matter who you nailed before, Bug." Your face and voice were soft and affectionate, knowing he'd be beating himself up. You couldn't be angry or upset if you tried, loving the things that go wrong, secure in the knowledge that the two of you would laugh over this for years. Your lids lowered and you shot him a hot look and a slow smile. "I know who you’re nailing tonight."

Bucky turned his lips into your palm, breathing in your scent and reveling in how absolutely perfect you were, at least for his imperfect ass. "I don’t deserve you," he murmured against your skin.

"Damn straight."

His eyes lifted to yours and his sweet smile was charming you all over again. "Do you want to go somewhere else?" At the arch of your brow, he sighed in resignation. "Or are we going to brave it out because you'll be damned if she runs you out of here?"

You snorted, thoroughly enjoying being on a first date with someone who knew you so well. It was a weird combination of familiar and new. "What do you think?" You pulled your hand from his to sit back with a smile. "Don’t worry so much, love. You’re mine now. I’ll fight to keep what’s mine."

Bucky sat up with a suspicious twist to his grin. "Why does that sound like a threat?"

"Because it is," you shot back with an eyebrow wiggle.

The rest of your meal passed without incident. Your server had spied on you and Bucky from around the corner to the kitchen, wondering if she should surreptitiously leave her number on the receipt. When she saw the two of you hand in hand and obviously in love, she cut her losses on the hottie front and put her all into server mode, staying as impersonal as possible, treating you both like strangers.

When you smiled at her as you rose to leave, Bucky behind you pulling out your chair, she thought she saw a warm commiseration on your face and wondered if you knew she was lusting after your man. If you did, you seemed to understand, and she found herself thinking you seemed fun. When she saw the scribbled, Thank you for everything. Especially for not making it weird, next to a winking smiley face and a fifty percent tip, she laughed and wished you both the best.

Out on the sidewalk, Bucky was standing with his head on your shoulder while you pet his hair and cooed soothingly, your voice full of laughter as you consoled him. "There, there, Bucky-bug. You’re done now. We don't have to pretend that you, me, and our waitress aren’t all thinking about the fact that you know what she looks like naked anymore."

Bucky gave up, sagging in laughter before he straightened, his hands lifting to cup your face, his head dipping to kiss you, quick. "I fucking love you, babygirl," he said as his hands dropped to draw your arm into his to lead you down the street. "Let's keep our fingers crossed that I haven't banged anybody at the ice cream parlor."

Thankfully, for both of you, neither of you had ever before seen any of the people in the gourmet ice cream parlor. As you walked in the warm summer evening, trading tastes of your honey lavender ice cream cone for his stracciatella gelato, you talked easily, in an odd way catching up on the little things you'd missed in each other's lives during the lost years.

By the time the ice cream was gone, you were both content and comfortable, first date nerves long gone in the enjoyment of each other. When you found yourself on the same street as Howlie's, it felt like the most natural thing in the world to extend your date by joining the friends you knew were there.

After a couple hours of pool, slow dancing to the jukebox, and enough laughter to make your stomach hurt from the good-natured teasing that was the hallmark of your group of friends, you and Bucky stopped in front of your door.

Once you'd unlocked the door, you turned with warm and soft eyes to link your wrists behind his neck and step close with a seductive smile. "First date. I’m supposed to leave you here after a single kiss."

"Since when do you ever do what you're supposed to?" he purred, slipping his arms around your waist, pulling you close. "Come home with me, babygirl. I missed you all week."

"No, not tonight," you murmured, brushing your mouth against his as his face fell in astonished, disappointed misery. It took everything you had to not burst into laughter at how adorably dramatic he was. "Gamora's gone tonight. Why don't you come home with me instead?"

When he understood, his arms tightened to pick you up and carry you inside. Your hand dropped behind you to turn the knob as Bucky started forward. "I thought you didn't like hookups in your space," he teased, his mouth against the skin of your throat.

You'd wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, burying your face in his hair to breathe in the smell of him. "I don't." When he set you down inside your apartment, you locked the door behind you and took him by the hand. "Which is why you'll be the first, so you better be here in the morning."

Bucky woke the next morning to sunshine, chirping birds, and your breath on his skin. In your bed, surrounded by your scent like a taste on his tongue, your bare skin against his, he lay basking in the wonder of it. Whatever happened tomorrow or the day after, he'd never take you for granted, too aware of how close he'd come to never knowing the joy of hearing your hum of pleasure when you woke in his arms.

"Mmm." Your hand skimmed over his back as you snuggled closer, rubbing your face against the skin of his chest as you woke. The feel of your mouth opening to taste him before your eyes opened would have had him rock hard if he hadn't already woken that way in response to the feel of you against him. When you tilted your head back, your eyes fluttering open, and smiled with a murmur of, "Yummy," he thought you the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

You sighed happily when Bucky gently brushed kisses over your face, adoring you with his lips. "Good morning!" you giggled as he cuddled you closer.

"Best morning ever," Bucky corrected softly. As far as he was concerned, this was the first morning of his second chance. He'd be grateful for it, and you, for the rest of his life.

You were dazzled, enchanted both by how pretty Bucky was first thing in the morning, and the love that beamed out of him. His smile turned mischievous and you could swear your heart glowed.

Bucky knew he shouldn't. He knew that he was risking ruining the perfect bubble he'd woken in with you. He knew that there was a very real possibility that you would not find him funny, that you would get pissed off and kick him out and he'd spend the rest of the day trying to coax you out of ill humor. Then he remembered that of the million reasons he'd fallen in love with you, one of his absolute favorites was your twisted sense of humor.

“Remind me of your name, doll,” he said, wickedly, to your shocked gasp of laughter, “I’ve got this friend who might quiz me later.”

Epilogue here

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cherishtaengs · 5 years ago

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New Year

Pairing: Taeyang x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: None

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[10:40 pm]

You take another glance at your phone, greeted with your lock screen and the time in bright, white numbers. No text, no call, blank notification screen. Just like all the other times you'd checked.

For the past half hour, you'd been sitting in the park, shivering through your jacket and wool sweater. Snow fell lightly around you, dusting the ground and melting to tiny droplets on your cheeks. You didn't know how much longer you could wait; the crisp wind was driving the cold deep into your bones through any opening it could find in your layers of clothing. Even though it was late, the city was bustling with nightlife. People laughed and strolled through the park, enjoying each other's company on a white New Year's Eve.

You sighed.

Taeyang was supposed to meet you at the park at 10:30, and you'd even gotten there early. Both of you had wanted to spend the last night of the year together, and the date had been planned a week in advance. But he hadn't shown up, hadn't even called or texted to let you know he'd be late.

A minute later, you pulled your phone out again, knowing there was no point in doing so and being met with the same empty notification screen. Leaning back, you watched the small flecks of snow drift down from grey clouds. They seemed to be in no hurry to fall to the ground, they just fluttered ever so gently in the brisk air.

Maybe you'd wait a little longer.

[11:05]

Your phone buzzed its two, quick notes, drawing your attention to a new text. Heart jumping in your chest, you unlock your phone- but quickly sank back against your seat.

TY: Hey

TY: Something really last minute came up, sorry I didn't text earlier

TY: I'm really really sorry I can't come tonight :(

Your pulse started racing, anger and irritation bubbling up right under your skin. You couldn't believe it- the absolute nerve of him to make you wait for nearly an hour, just to cancel on you last minute! And with the worst explanation, too. You were used to Taeyang being forgetful and sometimes being late to dates, but he was never the type to stand you up when it came to more important things. Hell, you'd passed on spending the night with your closest friends just to be with Taeyang. And now he was telling you he couldn't make it? You silently seethed, blood rushing hot to your face.

You: Ok. I'm going home.

You: See you later.

You hoped that he'd catch on to how upset you were- he'd have to be a rock to not realize that you'd be angry. But right then, you just wanted to get out of the cold and back into the warm comfort of your apartment. Maybe you could make some hot chocolate and watch a movie or something and get a good night's sleep. You'd figure out your thoughts in the morning.

Stuffing your phone into your coat pocket, you pushed yourself off the bench and made your way through the park, out into the street. If you hurried, you could probably catch the next bus that would take you right to your street. It was usually a short ride home, you lived about 10 minutes away by bus, but you knew the traffic would slow you down. Making sure you didn't slip, you half-run, half-walk to the bus station, reaching it right as the bus pulled up, sides decorated with lights to celebrate the new year. You pulled yourself into the bus, relieved that it was relatively empty. Only a handful of other passengers were riding tonight, scattered in different window seats.

Dropping yourself into the seat closest to the door, you cross your arms across your chest and ignore the two short vibrations coming from your pocket.

[11:35]

Yours was the fourth stop and since everyone else had gotten off before you, you'd been left on the bus alone. You were starting to sense a pattern tonight.

There was even a stark difference between your apartment and your neighbors'; nearly everyone else had their lights on, shadows moving behind their curtains. But your windows were dark, no sign of life for the night. You'd been trying to hold it back, but the disappointment and sadness came creeping back up on you.

On any other day, you'd be understanding if Taeyang had cancelled last minute- you were sure he'd find a way to make it up to you, because he was sweet like that. If he thought he'd made you even the slightest bit upset, he would make sure to talk to you face-to-face and clear things up. So this kind of flakey behavior was unexpected, but if it was any other day you knew you would have forgiven him. But tonight? New Year's Eve? When you had this planned for days?

He'd have some serious explaining to do whenever you felt like texting him next.

Brushing the powdery snow off your coat, you turn your key in the lock and push open the door, greeted by more silence and darkness. Sighing, you kick off your shoes and throw your coat onto the back of your couch. You didn't even bother to turn on the lights, just dropped yourself on the couch to clear your mind. You sat there for some time, restless and agitated. Sulking on the couch wasn't helping, so you went to the fridge to get milk for hot chocolate. When you opened the fridge, something small fluttered to the floor.

Startled, you stepped back, bending to get a better view of what fell. In the golden light of the fridge, you saw that it was a piece of paper folded in a square. You didn't remember leaving a note for yourself before leaving.

Unfolding the paper, you read what was on it: Hot chocolate?

Sucking in a breath, you realized what was going on. You crumple up the paper and march out of the kitchen, slamming the fridge door shut.

"Yoo Taeyang," you shout, crossing your arms and planting yourself in the hallway. "Get out here right now!"

No one came out of anywhere, but you did hear the tell-tale sound of socked feet shuffling in your room. Taeyang was never very good at hiding or staying quiet when he had to.

"Taeyang, I'm serious," You roll your eyes and walk to the door of your room, waiting outside it. "I'm not in the mood."

Whatever he was planning, you wanted none of it. You weren't the least bit happy with him tonight, and you mentally prepared yourself for that goofy smile you knew he would give you.

Turning the doorknob, you throw open the door and sigh in exasperation, seemingly for the hundredth time tonight. "Taeyang, please."

You didn't know what you expected to see when you opened the door to your room, but what you actually did see was not it.

There was nothing. Well, everything in your room was still there, but there wasn't anything else. That was it. And for some reason, something in your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach. You supposed a part of you was hoping that he had tried to make it up to you, and had prepared something extra special. But of course not. Tonight was just a big disappointment.

"Taeyang, where are you," You called into the dark room, looking around, hiding the disappointment you felt. "We need to talk."

You heard the hushed sliding of the door to your balcony and his voice followed, soft and slightly nervous. "Yeah, I guess we do."

You turned to face him and saw his apologetic expression, exactly what you braced yourself for. It wouldn't work this time, not unless he gave you a serious explanation. He tipped his head, gesturing for you to join him. The clock on your table read 11:50, and you met him on the small balcony. The wind was biting, and you were glad you left your sweater on.

"Hot chocolate?" Taeyang asked, holding out a mug of still hot drink. He had set up a small table outside, with two chairs. But that was it. You take the mug and sit down before he offered a seat.

"Why'd you stand me up today," you wanted to get straight to the point.

Taeyang, however, leaned back in his chair across from you and took a sip of his hot chocolate, taking his time to gaze over the rooftops in front of him. "The view is great from up here, right. Especially when it snows, don't you think?"

You stare at him, not believing what you were hearing. He was ignoring your question, and he only did that when there was something he didn't want to tell you. "Taeyang, stop it. Or I'm going back inside."

Taeyang glanced at you from the top of his cup, brown eyes glittering with the reflection of scattered lights. When he set it down and the soft smile returned to his lips, you had to remind yourself you were mad.

"Ok," he leaned his chin on his hand, looking at you intently. There was a suspicious look in his eyes, a funny lift to his eyebrows that you couldn't quite place. "I'm sorry I didn't show up today."

A crisp gust of wind blew, chilling you through your thick sweater, sending a shiver down your body. You wrapped your hands around the warm cup, welcome heat spreading to your palms. "What was the emergency?"

Taeyang cast his gaze down to his hands, resting on the table top. You noticed he was fidgeting with a loose string on the sleeve of his sweater. He took another moment to answer, talking anxiously. "Well, there was something I had to do. It wouldn't have been right if I didn't do it tonight. I knew you'd understand."

He... knew you'd understand? He just assumed that you would be okay with waiting alone in the park, in the freezing cold, for almost an hour? This just had to be the icing on today's horrible cake.

"Well, you know what," you shake your head, fighting to keep your voice calm. "I don't. I don't understand."

Taeyang only stared back at you, biting his lower lip. The gleam faded from his widened eyes and his brows were furrowed in worry. He genuinely looked innocent right then, but you weren't going to be swayed by a few cute expressions.

You continued, anger and frustration seeping into every word you said. "We planned this two weeks ahead! If you knew you wouldn't have been able to make it tonight, you could have told me earlier! I would've been fine if you'd even told me this morning, or this afternoon. But, I told my friends I'd be spending the night with you instead of them, and I was actually looking forward to being with you, but I guess you had other plans? Why didn't you just tell-"

In one swift motion, Taeyang had stood up and leaned over the table to press his soft lips to yours. When he pulled back, the apologetic smile was back on his face and you wished it would either stay there or go away. In the moment's pause where you caught your breath, you saw the faint sparkle of snowflakes resting on strands of his dark hair and eyelashes, light puffs of breath disappearing between you two. You forgot the cold, warmth spreading from your lips across your face.

"I knew you'd be mad at me," Taeyang sighed, finally sitting back down. "And I really didn't want to do that to you. But, ironically, I did it for you. The emergency was for you. Or, you were the emergency- Well, I'm not sure how to phrase that, but I'm serious. I really am sorry, but I had to."

You recovered from the shock of the kiss, twice as angry as before. Abruptly, you stood up, pushing the chair back with a screech. "I don't know what you're talking about, and clearly you don't either. So come talk to me when you've worked out an excuse that makes sense."

You turned to go, but of course before you could make it through the door you felt Taeyang's hand wrap around yours. "It's 11:56. I have an excuse, and I think it's a good one."

He dropped his hand and waited for you to turn around. You did, arms crossed and eyebrow raised, mouth twisted in a frown. "Well?"

That nervous look fell across his face again, and he picked at the string on his sleeve, fingers clamped down on the cuff. "Do you remember when we first met? It was tonight. No, I mean, it was New Years Eve, but two years ago. You were walking out of that bar with your friends-"

Of course you remembered that. You remembered the way the two of you had ran right into each other, and Taeyang had spilled his coffee on your jacket. He'd gotten so red, so flustered, and his friends were between laughing at him and apologizing to you when he just stood there, sputtering like a goldfish. You both knew of each other, you were in a few of the same classes in college, but you'd never spoken before then. You'd felt bad after seeing how embarrassed he'd been and told him it was okay, you could wash the jacket at home. But he insisted you'd take his coat instead and he'd wash yours for you, it was the least he could do.

You weren't exactly sure why he offered to do that- after all, the two of you weren't close in any way. But he insisted, and that was how you went home in his too large, but warm, coat, and he went home shivering with your jacket and no coffee. It gave you both an excuse to see each other again. And again, and again.

You'd never forget that night, and that was exactly why you'd really wanted to be with him this New Year's Eve. But he'd ruined it.

Taeyang continued, eyes focused on yours. "And at some point after we became friends, I promised you I'd learn a magic trick for you because you said you thought that one magician we saw on the street was cool. Do you remember that?"

No, actually, you didn't remember that at all.

"I've made a whole lot of other promises to you since we starting dating, and I'd like to think I've kept them all. Well, except tonight, but in my defense we are together right now and I swear it was for a good cause."

You honestly had no idea what he was trying to say to you, but you decided to let him keep talking. The way his cheeks flushed pink and the tips of his ears got red was cute.

He stopped pulling at the loose string and reached for your hand.

"I learned that magic trick I promised you I'd learn," he lifted his other hand, with the fingers tight around the cuff, to your ears. "Not sure if it's going to work out right but, here it is."

You assumed he was going to pull something out from behind your ear, and that made you impatient. All of this for a dumb trick? Did he think this was all a joke?

Before your thoughts could rant any more, Taeyang pushed back your hair and brushed his fingers behind your ear. But instead of producing something, you heard something fall to the ground and Taeyang whispered a curse.

"Seriously, Taeyang," you rolled your eyes as he dropped to the floor to pick up whatever it was that fell. "I'm going to bed."

"No no no," He grabbed for you again, this time holding tight. "It's almost time. And I want you to have this."

Biting his lip, Taeyang held up what he dropped. It was a small box, velveteen and black. You flicked your eyes up to him, wide and confused. "What is it?"

Taeyang exhaled sharply, a cloud escaping from his lips and vanishing just as quickly. "I'm sorry for breaking tonight's promise. I really am. But I've had this moment planned for two weeks, too. After all of those promises I've made to you over the years, I want to make another. One I'll make a priority to keep."

He pushed the top of the box open, and what was inside stole your breath in the best way.

It was a silver ring, thin and polished, with a single twist lined with small, sparkling diamonds. A promise ring.

"What-" you didn't have the words to finish your question, so you just let it hang in the cold air.

"You mean the world to me," Taeyang whispered. "And I'm sorry for all the times I've hurt you, in any way. This is my way of promising that I'll never leave you alone again. You can be mad at me if you want, but just let me have this little victory tonight?"

You stare at the ring, unsure if you should laugh or cry. If this was what he was planning for all of today... you knew it was unfair of him to have not warned you he'd be late ahead of time, but now you knew there was a reason behind it. He meant well, he always did.

You heard the neighbor's music die down, a quick moment of silence falling across the entire complex. It didn't last for long; the countdown was starting.

"10, 9, 8-"

You grinned up at Taeyang, and he took the ring out of its cushion, an expectant glimmer in his eyes.

"7, 6, 5-"

"Well, put it on me!" You held up your left hand, smile widening as a fluttering filled your chest and stomach. Laughing, Taeyang slipped the ring onto your finger.

"3, 2, 1-"

Throwing your arms around his neck, you pull Taeyang down for a kiss, embracing his warmth all around you. Taeyang wrapped one arm around your waist, holding you close. With the other, he held the back of your neck, brushing your cheek softly. He smiled into the kiss, pulling back slightly.

"Are you still mad at me?" He asked, the hint of a mischievous pout clear in his voice.

"Hmm," you pretended to give it some thought. "Yes. But not as much as before."

At that, he laughed and despite yourself, so did you.

Maybe tonight wasn't such a disappointment after all.

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