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EMILY PRENTISS Criminal Minds 7.05

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Goodbye, Earl

Pairing: soft!dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader

Word Count: 5.6K

Summary: You thought you'd left Knockemstiff behind you, but when your best friend needs saving and has no one else to turn to, you return to town to take care of business. But can you get out of town before Sheriff Bodecker catches up with you? Because he's got some unfinished business of his own.

Warnings: Dubcon if you squint (power imbalance/manipulation, quid pro quo), explicit sex (oral m/f, vaginal), unprotected sex (wrap it up, kids!), interrogation, domestic violence, gun violence, minor character death, breeding.

A/N: BINGO! Written for @writing-in-the-dark-bingo challenge (card at the end). Inspired by Sheriff Daddy Lee Bodecker being an absolute dirtbag and also because sometimes "Goodbye, Earl" comes on in the car and you just want to go out and kill a man.

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The only thing you want to do after your double shift at the diner is take a long, hot bath. Hours and hours of the local men playing grab-ass at you and leaving you shitty tips had put you in an ornery mood. You almost don’t pick up the phone, but somehow you can feel her anguish screaming through the line. You and Jenny had been the best of friends since you were itty bitty babies back in Knockemstiff and had developed an almost psychic bond over the years. You know it’s Jenny, and you know something is very, very wrong for her to be calling damn near midnight on a Tuesday.

You’ve never heard her so afraid, and she doesn’t even have to say why. Of course it’s Earl. It’s always Earl.

You’d told her not to marry him, but she was 18 and just as stupid as all 18-year-old girls are when a cute guy is involved. “Why don’t y’all just wait awhile longer,” you’d told her. “If he’s the right one, he’ll stick around.” But Jenny was determined.

You had always wanted to get the hell out of Knockemstiff, but Jenny just wanted to settle down and have a bunch of babies like her mama did. The handsome and charming captain of the football team seemed like a dream come true to her—truly the best Knockemstiff had to offer (which, of course, isn’t saying much). Besides, she’d already lost her virginity to him. To Jenny, that was a form of marriage on its own.

Earl wasn’t always a piece of shit, but it didn’t take long for him to turn once he’d locked her down for good. She was pregnant by the time he graduated from the police academy and had three babies by the time he got promoted to deputy. You weren’t sure how long he’d been beating on her exactly but you had your suspicions—she kept herself good and pregnant for years, so your guess is that he wouldn’t lay hands while she was carrying his children. Otherwise, all bets were off.

You can hear her newborn screaming bloody murder in the background as she recounts the latest incident for you. Earl came home from work, drunk as a skunk as usual, and what with the new baby and the other three little ones running around the house, she’d burned his dinner. And Earl was hungry. So Earl got mad. And when Earl gets mad, Jenny gets the belt.

Only tonight, it wasn’t the belt. Tonight, it was the brass knuckles.

“I thought he was gonna kill me this time, I swear it. I can’t take much more of this.”

“Grab those babies and get in the goddamn car and get up here. You can stay with me until we get you sorted.”

“He’s never gonna let me go,” she whimpers. “He’ll kill me before he lets me take his babies away from him.”

You feel the anger coursing through your veins and roiling your stomach—the same old anger you feel every time she calls you beaten down and bawling over a man who’d never deserved her. You want to help her, to free her from this demon she married, but you know there isn’t much to be done. She can’t call the law—Earl is the law—and nobody else is gonna help her.

“I’m comin down there. Tonight. You think he’s comin home, or is he stayin with…”

You trail off because you didn’t mean to mention her, but it ain’t much of a secret—everybody knows Earl’s been steppin out on her for years.

“He ain’t comin home,” she said, her voice filled with a sad resignation.

“Hold tight,” you tell her. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

You drive as fast as you can but it’s near 3am by the time you pull onto the dirt road down to Jenny’s house. When you get close enough, your headlights illuminate the flashers on top of Earl’s cruiser and you slam on the brakes.

“Shit.”

You cut your lights and back up as silently as you can, knowing it’d be bad for everyone if you’re spotted. Earl would know exactly why you were there, and he wouldn’t like it at all, and Jenny’d be the one to pay for it. You park your car and cut the engine a good distance from the house, but you can still see it. The house is dark except for the porch light and all’s quiet except the shrieking insects and the sound of your own heart beating.

You sit for awhile, waiting for something to happen—a baby crying, a woman’s scream piercing the quiet summer night—but all is as it should be. At least it is on the outside; God knows what’s going on inside that house in the dark.

You have to make a choice. You could leave for your momma’s house, make up some excuse as to why in the hell you’re showing up in the middle of the night unannounced, and figure out a plan in the light of day. Or, you could take action now, while you still have enough nerve and violent anger to stay the course. You pull your daddy’s old .38 out of the glove compartment and walk quietly up to the house.

You take out the porch light with one shot, then run around the side of the house to wait. You see the lights go on and hear the baby start wailing; you hear Jenny’s voice trying to calm the older ones and Earl’s deep voice booming, “Y’all stay put.” The screen door shrieks open on its rusted hinges and Earl’s heavy footsteps hit the porch wood. You break the side window with the butt of the revolver and hide behind the old oak tree.

Earl rounds the corner, flashlight and gun up, sweeping the perimeter. “I don’t know who the hell you are,” he calls into the night, “but you’re makin a big mistake.”

You step out from behind the tree. “I don’t think I am,” you say, and then you put one right between his eyes.

Daddy always said a girl should learn how to shoot. He’d meant deer and coyotes and the occasional bear, of course, but you’d always known there was far more dangerous game.

*****

Lee is still drunk when he wakes up, tangled in his sheets and drenched in sweat. It isn’t even 7am and it’s already hot as hell, and he knows the fans at the station will be no match for the sweltering humidity of mid-August in Knockemstiff. That, coupled with the hangover soon to set in, is about to make for a nightmare of a day.

He makes himself throw up before groaning his way through a cold shower. His first cup of coffee does nothing for him, but the second one starts to clear his fuzzy head. He’s gonna be late, again, but he’s the goddamn sheriff and he does what he pleases.

When he walks into the station, he sees that he isn’t the only one who’s tardy.

“Where’s Earl at?”

“He ain’t come in yet, Sheriff,” one of the new recruits replies.

Lee chuckles. “Probably lost track of time with that girl of his again. Y’all let me know when he gets here.”

Lee closes the door to his office and sits down behind his desk, leaning back and putting his hat over his eyes. As far as he’s concerned, it’s already nap time. He gets a fitful rest until a loud knock on the door puts an end to his attempts at sleeping it off.

“Come in,” he croaks.

“Hey, Sheriff,” the recruit says sheepishly. “It’s past noon and Earl still ain’t here. I called his house and Jenny said he left last night around dinner and never came home.”

Lee has a bad feeling. Earl would occasionally come in late when he slept out with the mistress, or after an especially nasty fight with the wife, but he was always at his desk by lunchtime. If he wasn’t in by now and hadn’t called, something was very wrong.

“I’ll handle it,” Lee tells him. “You go on and get back to work.”

“Yes, sir.”

Lee had been reluctant to bring Earl in on his action, but they’d been friends since high school and were at the academy together; Lee thought he could be trusted. Besides, Earl already knew what he was up to, and it was in Lee’s best interest to dirty him up, too. But now Lee can’t help but wonder if Earl got himself in deeper than he knew—if he had some side action that had backfired. Lee hates to even think it but it wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing for Earl to disappear. He’d been getting greedy lately, being more reckless—borderline unhinged at times. He was becoming a liability. But still, Lee needs to know exactly what’s going on, if only to cover his own ass.

Lee decides to start with the girlfriend. He knows what went unspoken when Jenny’d said Earl “left around dinner” and besides, he thinks Earl’s girl might know more than his wife would. But she doesn’t know a thing. She’d been reluctant to admit to it—poor thing still runnin around thinkin everybody in town don’t already know she’s the other woman—but eventually she’d said that Earl had come over around 8 and left sometime in the wee hours. And she’s too stupid to lie. She’s a pretty thing, and sexy as hell, but she’s dumb as a box of rocks. She’d seemed worried, though, which led Lee to believe she was as deep in the dark as he was.

He sets off to Earl’s house to talk to poor Jenny. Jenny was always a nervous little thing, and Lee knows why—Earl wasn’t always the nicest man, but what happens between a man and his wife is no one else’s concern. Today, though, she’s especially jittery as she tries to pour his coffee and keeps missing the cup.

“I got it, sweetheart,” Lee says, taking the pot from her trembling hands. “You just sit down and tell me what you know, alright?”

Lee had seen Jenny bruised up before, and she’d always tried to cover up with cosmetics and scarves and such, but it was never enough. That day she hadn’t even bothered. Would’ve been pointless to try. She has a split lip and a gash on her cheek that probably could use a stitch or two, and the whole right side of her face is well on its way to black-and-blue.

“Earl do that?” Lee asks, but of course he knows.

She nods. “He was blind drunk last night, didn’t know what he was doin. He said he was sorry but I-”

“You what, sweetheart?”

“I kicked him out. Told him I didn’t want him around the children actin all crazy like he was. That was around 7 last night and he ain’t been home since.”

“You got any idea where he woulda gone to?”

Jenny stares daggers at Lee. “I think you know very well where he woulda gone, Sheriff Bodecker.”

Lee gives her a sympathetic smile. “Alright, then. Is there anything else you wanna tell me, Jenny? Anything at all?”

“No, Sheriff,” she says. “Nothing out of the ordinary. It ain’t like this is the first time Earl run off.”

“You mind if I have a look around?” Lee asks, but it’s not a question.

“Have at it,” she replies. “I have to go feed the baby so just holler if you need somethin.”

Lee may be a drunk and a louse and a crook, but he’s good at his job. He had clocked the broken porch light and what looked like a bullet hole before he even walked through the door. The broken window is boarded up but the ground outside it is freshly disturbed—like someone had been tilling the soil. Something happened here, but he knows in his gut that Jenny didn’t do it. He’s known her for years, they all came up together—she just doesn’t have it in her. She would have let Earl beat her to death before she fought back.

She may not have done it herself, but she knows more than she’s saying. With all them kids and Earl on her back all the time, she wouldn’t have the time for a man on the side to take care of her problem—so who then? Lee decides to lay off her for a spell, keep an eye on her, wait and see what she does next.

He’s headed down the highway towards Meade later that morning when it all comes together. Bent over under the hood of the car, long legs and ass on display in those tight little capri pants, he doesn’t even need to see your face to know that it’s you.

Of course it was you.

*****

With Jenny’s help, you’d managed to get Earl wrapped up in a tarp and into the trunk of his cruiser. She’d followed you in your car as you drove out to the quarry lake dumping ground to send the cruiser down to the deep with Earl entombed inside. She’d had to leave the kids alone (except the baby, of course), but there was no way around it—they were old enough to talk even if they didn’t understand, and they couldn’t see this. She’d cried quietly the whole time, though you didn’t know what the hell she was crying about. If it were you, you’d have felt relief—joy even—to be rid of that awful man. But you and Jenny were not the same, never had been.

You’d dropped Jenny off at home and told her to say Earl never came home when the police inevitably showed up. That’s as far as your plan went, though. You’d tried to clean up and cover up best you could. You’d made sure there was no evidence that Jenny helped you get rid of him, and she wasn’t the one who killed him anyhow—that was all you. Now you just had to disappear and pray that God was truly merciful.

Your car had other ideas, though, and when you break down on the side of the road outside of town, you know you have to fix it yourself, and quickly, or hitch back to Columbus. Daddy made sure you knew your way around an automobile, but this is looking like a bigger problem than you have the tools, parts, or skills to solve. You’re about to give up when you hear him.

“Hey, there, buttercup. Car trouble?”

There’s only one person on God’s green earth who calls you that, and he’s the last person in the world you want to see.

Lee pulls his cruiser in front of your car and parks, and your stomach starts to churn. Your mind is racing, trying to concoct the right series of lies as he swaggers towards you, his thumbs hooked around his belt. When he reaches you, he tips his hat.

“Been a long time, Lee. Or should I call you Sheriff now?”

“You can call me anything you like, buttercup.” Lee licks his lower lip and looks at you like you’re a homecooked meal. “You’re looking absolutely lovely, if I might say so.”

“Thank you kindly,” you say, still struggling to come up with something.

“Your momma didn’t say you were in town. Saw her at the grocer’s yesterday.”

“Well, you know, she’s gettin old. And she never much liked you sniffin around me anyway.” You give him your most flirtatious smile, and it isn’t difficult to do. Lee is still a handsome man, even if he’d gone a bit soft around the edges over the years.

“Now, you and I both know you weren’t visitin your momma. Come on, buttercup. I always could tell when you were lyin to me.”

“I- I’m not-”

“Think you’d better come with me on down to the station. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”

Lee puts his hand on the small of your back to guide you to the cruiser and it sends shivers through your whole body. He doesn’t cuff you, though; he knows you won’t try to run from him—not this time.

*****

He’d tried not to think about you all these years, but it was pointless; Lee’s mind always came back to you—especially on the loneliest nights when he was feeling particularly sorry for himself and wanted to relive the best and most hopeful days of his life: senior year of high school when you’d finally let him do all the things he’d wanted to do since the first day he met you. You were his first everything—well, except kissing. Lee had chased a lot of girls and gotten to first base with a few, but none of them ever held a candle to you. None since had, either. He always knew you were going to leave Knockemstiff, but that didn’t make it any easier when you actually did.

In Lee’s lovesick teenage mind, he thought he could get you to stay if he loved you hard enough and fucked you good enough. Jenny and Earl were fixin to get married; he could convince you to do the same. But you were nothing like Jenny—you never were, you never could be. So now Lee finds himself locking eyes with you in the rearview mirror as you sit in the backseat of his cruiser, and he knows two things: you absolutely killed Earl and he is absolutely still in love with you.

He pulls around back of the station so no one will see you and lets you out of the backseat. “Don’t you run on me, now,” he says, but he knows you won’t.

The look on your face is hard but resigned. You know you’re caught, but he can tell you aren’t one bit sorry for what you’d done. He admires you for it, if he’s honest—that fiercely protective nature, that fire in your belly that never could let sleeping dogs lie. You always did have the guts to do things others wouldn’t dare.

He walks next to you, his arm in yours, guiding you past the officers and deputies—some of whom know you, some of whom do not—into the interrogation room. He pulls out the chair for you and you plop down in it with a pissed-off look on your face. It’s one Lee knows well, and he’s missed it.

“Can I get you anything before we start?” Lee asks.

“A cigarette,” you reply. “I know you have some. I saw you put em in your back pocket when you got out of the car.”

“You checkin out my ass, buttercup?”

“Might have been,” you say, and you give him that bright sunshine smile he still sees in his dreams sometimes.

Lee has a decision to make. He could do things by the book, or he could do things that serve his purposes. Earl being gone was not a bad thing for him, and it was certainly not a bad thing for poor Jenny. Solving this crime benefits no one, but it’ll hurt you. And Lee doesn’t want to hurt you—it’s the last thing on earth he wants to do. You put one of his Marlboros between your pretty lips and he lights it for you, and by the time the smoke hits his nostrils, he’s made a decision: he’s gonna let you make the decision.

“So,” he asks, “are you gonna tell me the truth?”

“Do you really want to know it?”

For a second, Lee gets lost in that familiar spark of hellfire in your eyes and the mischievous quirk of your lip. You always could get him hard with just a glance; some things never change, he supposes.

Lee chuckles. “I already know it, buttercup. I just need to know if you’re gonna say it or if you’re gonna make me work for it.”

You take a long drag and exhale, blowing the smoke out of the side of your mouth, away from him. “I’m not tellin you shit, Lee. I want a lawyer.”

“Now don’t go and do that. We can settle this just you and me. Maybe we can work a little somethin out makes sense for the both of us.”

You look at him, your pretty eyes scanning him to make sure he’s saying what you think he’s saying. But you know him, deep in your marrow, and you know that nothing is beneath him—not when it comes to you.

“What do you want from me, Sheriff?”

“You know exactly what I want,” he says, his voice husky.

You laugh and it sounds like music. “You’re a real sick fuck. I ain’t gonna marry you, Lee.”

“I ain’t askin for that,” he says, “although I would if I thought there was a snowball’s chance in hell you’d say yes. No, I’m askin for something less… permanent.”

You raise a perfectly penciled eyebrow and take a drag of your smoke. “You’re serious? Here?”

“Deadly serious. You give me what I want—right here, right now—and I’ll let you go. You never have to see me again if you don’t want to.”

You stub your cigarette out on the table and cross your arms with a wicked grin. “Alright, Sheriff. It’s a deal. And you don’t have to tell me what you want. I remember.”

*****

All things considered, this is one of the better outcomes. You always did have fun with Lee, and you’re still attracted to him, even if he is an absolute scoundrel and a pig. It’s been years but you still know how to get Lee going, how to make him hard with a single look. You knew even before he made his indecent proposal that he was palming himself under the table.

You figure, fuck it—there are much worse ways to get away with murder.

You round the table and get on your knees in front of him, licking your lips as you rub him through his trousers. He’s already a whimpering mess by the time you get his pants down and take him out.

“You know what to do with it, buttercup. Come on now.”

You grab the base, your fingers barely fitting around his girth, and you smile up at him. “Forgot what a big boy you are, Sheriff.”

“No you didn’t,” he says, and you giggle because he’s right. Lee Bodecker’s cock is not something one simply forgets.

You put the tip in your mouth and tickle the slit with your tongue, tasting the salty bit already leaking out. You lick along the vein that runs from the base to the tip and he groans. You have to admit—you miss that sound. Lee always did make the prettiest noises, and just the sound of him sets you throbbing down below.

You start slow, the way you know he likes, massaging just the first few inches with your tongue and your lips while you stroke the rest of him, getting his cock nice and wet. When he puts his hands in your hair and starts to jerk his hips, you flatten your tongue and open your jaw and take more.

“Goddamn baby, I missed this pretty mouth.”

You moan your approval onto his flesh as you continue to work him deeper until he hits the deepest part of your mouth and you start to gag. You keep going, though, because you know he can’t get enough of the sound of you choking on his cock (and you’re certainly not getting away with any half measures today).

You place your hands on his thick thighs and take him deep—not all the way, you never could manage that, but deep enough to satisfy him. You let him fuck your throat for a while, massaging his balls the way he likes, knowing it won’t be long before he’s desperate to get inside you. That’s what he really wants, after all. It’s all he’s ever wanted.

He pulls out of your throat with a loud pop and you gasp for air. “Need to taste you, buttercup.”

He pulls you to your feet and kisses you, deep and hungry, and you let him have free rein of your mouth and your body as his hands roam up and down and around you. He moans into the kiss when he gets his hands on your breasts under your blouse, and you break away to take your shirt off.

He licks his lips as he stares at your bare chest. “No brassiere, eh? You one of them bra-burnin hippies now?”

“I did burn it,” you say, “but only cause it had ol’ boy’s brains all over it.”

He laughs and grabs your face. “You’re goin to hell, you know that, right?”

“See you there, Sheriff.”

He kisses you again, hard and quick, before flipping you around and pushing you flat against the metal table. He yanks your pants down to the ground and you step out of your flats and spread your legs wide for him.

“Christ, that’s pretty.” You hear him drop to his knees behind you, feel him squeeze your ass cheeks and spread them wide before licking you from bottom to top. “Mmmm, so sweet.”

Lee isn’t the only man you’ve ever been with, but he is the most enthusiastic when it comes to pleasuring you. The sounds coming out of him as he devours you are sinful and animal and you try to hold it in but you can’t—it’s too good, he’s too good.

“I missed this, baby. Feels so good. God, Lee, don’t stop don’t-”

You gasp and grab the edge of the table when you feel him start to tongue your tight ring, and he sticks two fingers deep inside you and starts to pump them slowly. You bring one leg up on the table so he can get deeper, and when he crooks his fingers just so, you start to lose control. You clench around his fingers and you feel the timbre of his voice against your slick flesh.

“Come on, buttercup. Get it nice and juicy for me.”

His thumb finds your clit, and he remembers what to do with it, and it isn’t long before you’re cursing and crying out his name—far too loud given the circumstances, but you don’t care and he doesn’t care, either.

“Scream as loud as you want, baby. I’m the goddamn sheriff of this town and ain’t nobody gonna tell me where I can fuck and where I can’t.”

You feel him run his tip across your slick and you’re aching to have him inside you. He pushes in real slow and you both moan deep at the reunion as you take all of him. He leans down and you can feel his soft belly against your back as he whispers in your ear, “Tight as the day I popped your cherry,” and then he starts to move.

You were both virgins the first time you had sex, but it hadn’t taken long for you to learn each other’s bodies. Lee had always been so eager to please you, always asking what you wanted, what you liked, what felt good. You can tell he remembers every bit of it as he fucks you exactly the way you like to be fucked—slow, deep strokes at first, so your body can adjust to him, then harder and faster. He gives your ass a few hard smacks and you clench around him with each one, and when you reach back and put your hands on your cheeks to spread wider for him, he places his hands on top of yours.

His pace is so rough and relentless that the table under you starts lurching forward with every thrust, making an ear-piercing scraping sound. He pulls you up by the arms and turns you around, putting one hand on the back of your neck and one on your ass and pulling you in for a kiss. He sits down in the chair and pats his thighs.

“Hop on, buttercup. Wanna see your pretty face while I fuck ya.”

You straddle him and position him at your entrance before sliding down the length of him, and he throws his head back and grabs your hips.

“Ride it, baby. You know how I like it.”

And you do, so you grip the wooden chair back and start to bounce on him. Your knees are aching from the exertion but the pleasure outweighs the pain. He brings his hands from your hips to your breasts and sucks them into his mouth one by one, back and forth between them over and over as you fuck yourself on him.

“So good, Lee. So good.”

You throw your head back and slow it down a bit, sitting on him and circling your hips so he hits all the right spots deep inside you. His belly bulge is giving just enough friction that you don’t even need his fingers on you and you decide that you like him better this way—a little rounder, a little softer. You start to feel another wave of pleasure coming on and you roll your hips faster. He knows what that means, so he wraps his arms around your back and holds you still and tight against his body before he starts to snap his hips beneath you.

“You like that, huh? You miss this? Feels good, don’t it?”

“God, yes, Lee. Harder.”

He obliges, and soon you’ve got your hands in his hair and you’re panting in his ear like a bitch in heat. When he feels you start to pulse around him, he takes a big ol’ bite out of your shoulder and growls and it sends you over the edge. You start to gush around him and he grabs the back of your neck and pulls your face to his.

“That’s it, buttercup. There you go. That’s my girl.”

You can’t form words anymore so you just stare into his steel-blue eyes with your mouth open wide, letting out whatever sounds your body decides to make. He drags your bottom lip between his teeth slowly as you come down, and then he kisses you deep, his hands on your hips, moving your body exactly how he wants you to move.

You know he’s close so you lick a stripe up his neck to that spot behind his ear that makes him go absolutely feral, and when you take his earlobe between your teeth, he makes that sound that he makes and you know he’s right there.

“Oh, baby. Oh, fuck. I’m gonna fill you all the way up.”

Your head snaps up and you look at him and he’s got his tongue hanging out and you know that face.

“Lee, wait. You can’t-”

You try to push off him but he’s got you in a vise grip. “Uh uh, buttercup. I’m puttin it in your belly.”

Before you can fight it, you feel him shooting deep inside you and you clench around him, your body betraying your mind as you milk every last drop from him. You’d never let him do it inside you before—it was always in your mouth or on your tummy or your chest. He always wanted to, though, and he certainly chose his moment wisely.

“Goddammit, Lee.”

“Sorry, baby. Jus felt too goddamn good not to.”

You sigh and look down at him, and with his pink lips and flushed cheeks and blissed-out blue eyes, he looks like he did the first time—when you were both just kids crazy in love with each other. You want to be mad, but you can’t—not when he’s looking at you like that.

“I hate you,” you say, but you know your face is telling a different tale.

“Nah, you don’t. I’ll let you pretend, though.”

He stays inside you, holding you close, but you don’t fight it.

“Stay with me, buttercup” he whispers, and it sounds exactly like it did all those years ago. Your answer is the same, though.

“You know I can’t stay here, Lee.”

“Just a few days, til we can get your car fixed up. Besides, it makes for a better story—you comin for a few days’ visit instead of poppin up for a few hours when Earl just so happens to disappear off the face of the earth.”

You sigh. “I don’t know.”

“Yes you do. Where’d you dump ol’ boy anyway? Not that I’m goin lookin for him. He’s better off dead to me anyhow.”

You smile. “I took him to our old spot,” you say, “down the quarry.” Lee cocks an eyebrow at you. “What can I say? I was feelin sentimental.”

He laughs, deep and hearty. “Well alright then. So you’ll stay?”

“Yeah,” you say, “but just until the car’s fixed. I should go see momma anyways. But I ain’t stayin at your place.”

“Yes,” he says, “you are.”

*****

That night, Lee gets you settled in at his house. He cooks you dinner. He makes sweet love to you—so sweet that you let him pump you full of his seed again even though you tell him not to. He’s determined to love you even harder and fuck you even better than he ever did before. This time, things will be different; this time, he’s not going to let you go. Because Lee has got you now—he knows what you done and how you done it—and he’s gonna put a baby in you whether you like it or not.

No, this time you’re not gonna leave him. You can’t. You’re home now.

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More then you'll ever know

Din djarin x fem reader

Summary: the reader and din have a hard to get along with relationship, mostly because her teasing and joke cracking nature. But one night din realizes he can't keep pushing his true feelings for reader aside.

Warnings: mild language. Fluff.

Since I said I'd write more for din. I gift you... DIN!!!!

*Not my gifs!*

If you had a coin for every time din wrecked his ship, you'd be a rich woman. He was a good pilot, he could maneuver his way through a canyon and manage to survive, but he was a little reckless. And whenever someone could easily go over that canyon, his mind never seen that ruote and instead takes the hardest path possible. Which is what left you, him, and little Grogu standing outside the razor crest while you chuckle at his pacing, hands on his hips while his visor was focused on the ground.

The planet he crash landed on was a icey cold snow planet, it was freezing out, and the fact the sun was long gone and replaced by the moon didn't help.

"oh c'mon din, I can fix this ship tomorrow morning... A slight delay to tython won't hurt our adventure" you try and reassure him, amusement thick in your voice. This little crash gave you the opportunity to further more tease him and his piloting skills, something he hated. But it was fun seeing him get all defensive over his flying, you'd even say cute.

"we can't stay out here, the ships inoperative. We'll freeze to death out here" he stresses, finally coming to a stop as he looks at you, then his gaze falling on the innocent little child that plays in the snow.

"before you crashed us all the way out here I thought I saw a town that way" you point in the direction where you had thought you seen a town while you spiraled out of control. Thankfully though the ship wasn't damaged to bad and no one was hurt. "we can rent a place to sleep tonight and I'll wake up early in the morning and fix the ship" you shrug while scooping Grogu up and taking his icey little hands in yours and warming them.

Din sighs, something he seemed to do a lot you've noticed ever since you started working for him. Not only did you serve as a mechanic and caretaker for Grogu, but also a skilled medic. It was no secret din loathed droids, sometimes he found himself struggling to patch his own self up when injured greatly, so he hired you to assist him in medical ways instead of seeking help from a med Droid. You helped him greatly in medical and mechanical ways, soon he found the child and you helped in nanny ways.

Din turns around, back facing you now as he looks towards where you said a town was. The sky just barely illuminated by the dim glow of lights from the civilization. Facing you once more now he walks closer through the snow, gloved thump stroking Grogu's cold cheek.

"it will be a long walk... Probably even a days time..." he trailed of in thought, taking his cape off in the process and handing it to you so you can wrap Grogu up. "we'd have to use my jetpack to make it there tonight" he sighed out, watching how you wrap the cape around the little one. Covering up his mouth and ears along with his little body. He was swaddled up snugly.

You grin at din, "you're just looking for an excuse to hold me aren't you Mando?" you tease him, loving how he always stuttered and got nervous. He always retaliated with a harsh comment or the silent treatment, brushing your harmless flirting off.

Oh how you fell hard for the man though, he was something special. He acted like the toughest bounty hunter in the galaxy, he was really, but once you got to know the man under the armor? He was a big sweetheart, a softie who was passionate about little things and protective over the ones he considered friends, the one's he loved. You grew feelings for him one particular night spent on Nevarro, he was meeting with karga, in a cantina. You had joined him of course because you needed a drink, once you was both in there this one man wouldn't leave you alone, flirting, eyeing you like he was a starved man and you was a feast, his hands shortly falling on the small of your back and trailing down lower much to your dismay.

Now you was a good fighter, but before you had the chance to break the man's wrist? Din had done it for you, grabbing the man's hand and twisting it, showing his vibroblade against the man's throat, "touch her again and I'll kill you" was what made the man flee without a word. Wrist broke. He offered you a nod and made you stay by his side. It had made you fall for him hard, the feelings only growing as time went on.

"I could always leave you out here to freeze" din shot back at your earlier comment, he said it more teasingly, a welcome surprise to you.

"like you could do that, I know under all that beskar you have a soft spot for me din" you smile at him innocently, Grogu smiling as if he agrees with you.

"for him maybe" din was blushing hard under the helmet, heart beating rapidly as if he was afraid. Truly he was, he feared that if he let himself love you like he so desperately wanted, you'd leave him, that the galaxy would rip you away from him like every one else he ever loved.

Perhaps that's why he put up the facade he wore good when you flirted with him, acting as if he couldn't stand you, as if he loathed your presence. If only you could see the way his brown eyes sparkle with wonder and longing when he watches you work or play with Grogu.

You scoff with a smile, acting as if his little retort didn't sting a little. "let's get going before we freeze to death then" you say, hating how your heart skips a beat at how close he stood now, shuffling in the snow to jerk you flush against his warm side. The beskar was ice cold though, making you gasp with a shiver.

"hold on to Grogu tightly" he warns, worried you'd drop him. You wrap him up in your right arm, holding him against your chest tightly, little green hands fisting your short tightly as he snuggled up against your chest.

Din wraps a arm around your waist, his other placing a gloved hand over your arm that held Grogu. "are you ready?" he asks, pulling you against him tightly. You felt a little nervous, not to fond of heights. Din noticed and chuckles. "don't worry mesh'la, I won't drop you... Maybe" he teased. Saying the nickname he gave you, you had yet to learn.

Snapping your head towards him with wide eye's you give him a fearful look, "maybe!?" you didn't get a response because he had already taken off, forcing a shriek from you and your arm to hold him tighter. Heart rapidly beating as you closed your eyes shut. You try and ignore how his touch sends a tingling warmth through your whole body, how you wished he'd hold you more....

Grogu squeaks out what sounds to be a laugh, his smile and wide eye's enjoying being high up like this, but once you open your eye's and look down, you knew you'd made a mistake. "oh no, no, no, no" you muttered, burying your face in din's neck.

"don't worry, we're almost at the town, I can see it" din reassures you, although he wanted to tease and poke fun at your silly fear like you do him most time's. He would never do such a thing to you, he hated how your small whimper tumbled from your lips. Soon though, you arrived at the town and he landed, only stumbled a little.

Practically clinging to him you refuse to let go, "are we on the ground?" you murmur, Grogu making a little sad noise upon the adventure in the sky ending.

"yes, you can let go now" he pulls you off of him and backs away. You open your eyes and sigh, happy to be on the ground again. Holding Grogu with both hands now, you walk with din to town.

The place wasn't that big, but it also wasn't small. There was markets, houses and one small place that looked like a cantina. The people all wore heavy duty clothes, prepared for the cold. But you wore a flimsy old t-shirt and cargo pants. You shiver while walking behind din, people giving you looks.

Din finally comes across a large building, entering the building you sigh at the slight warmth it provides. The room was near empty besides a fireplace and two chairs, a large door by the left wall. Behind a counter a older woman worked, Grey hair and aged face. She gives you and din a kind smile.

"hello! Are you looking to rent a room?" she asks. Din leans on the counter and nods.

"two rooms" he spoke with his stoic tone, the modulater making his voice sound deeper, more intimidating.

"I'm afraid there is only one room... We've gotten a lot of traveler's this week" the older woman said, watching how din sighs and his shoulders slump.

Were you really that annoying to be around? You shake the thought away and sigh, looking down at Grogu who let's his gaze flicker across the room curiously.

"I guess we'll take that one then" he huffed while sliding some credits across the table, soon taking the card to enter the room he just bought for the night.

He walks over to the door you spotted earlier and opens it with a swip of the card, leading you to a hallway full of various other doors. Following him he stops in front of a certain one, swiping the card as the whoosh was heard and the door slides open.

He sighs and flips the lights on, stopping instantly. His abrupt stop makes you walk into his back. "owe! You nearly made me fall" you snap and walk beside him, "why did you stop all the su -

"there's only one bed?" he spoke as if someone had just slapped him across the face, you look up and noticed that there was indeed, one bed.

"I can always sleep in the floor" you shrug and set Grogu down, letting him explore the room. He instantly crawls in bed though. "not anything new" you flash him a sarcastic smile. Referring to how din made you sleep in the floor of the crest during your early days of knowing him. Finally though he noticed how stiff and in pain you was and bought you a small cot to keep in the cargo area of the crest.

"I can take the floor, you sleep in the bed" he starts taking his cape from Grogu, tucking him into the large bed fit for almost three people as he folds the fabric up and sits in the floor.

Scoffing you stand before him with a hand on your hip, "like hell I'm letting you sleep in the floor, we can both obviously fit in the bed" you point out, not having a problem with sharing the bed with him. Not one problem at all in fact.

"like hell I'm sleeping beside you" he retorts coldly, his words striking you hard as your face fell. Turning away from him so he doesn't see his words sting, you shrug.

"I for one don't have a problem with sharing a bed, but if you want you're back hurting you tomorrow that's fine by me" you crawl into the bed after kicking your boots off, Grogu fast asleep already. Once under the covers you turn your back toward din.

Why he hated you so much was beyond you, but alas, he hates you.

You try and not let it bother you, but after a few minutes of silence you turn on your side to face him again. He wore his beskar still, it had to be uncomfortable. "do you always sleep in the armor?" you mutter while hoping he wasn't asleep.

"only whenever people are around" he grumbled while his visor falls on you. You knew he refused to show his face, something you always respected, but you hated for him to sleep uncomfortably because you....

"you can take it off din and sleep in the bed... I know how you're back hurts you, you old man" you joke lightly, knowing he was older then you. And although he hated how you always cracked jokes either with him or about him, he knew it was harmless teasing. So.... He sighs and stands up.

"I'm leaving the helmet on" he grunts while slowly taking his beskar off, gently setting it down neatly. You watch with a adoring look, mind to tired to realize you was doing so, but din saw it. The sight of your dazzling eyes practically glued to him making his face flush in a beautiful shade of red. But thank the maker beyond that he wore a helmet to hide it.

"okay but if you ever decide it's uncomfortable to sleep in you can trust me enough to take it off....I'd never look at you without it on y'know" you say while he now stood in his underclothes. A long sleeved black sweater and heavy duty pants. Taking his gloves off your eyes are met with the familiar tanned skin you loved, having seen his abdomen and arms bare before do to attending his wounds countless times. It seemed he wasn't only reckless when flying the razor crest, but aslo fighting a bounty apparently.

Din slowly walks shuffles over to the bed, almost shyly. Waiting for you to scoot to the other side. You do so after scooping Grogu up, being sure not to wake him as you placed him in the middle of the bed, him snuggling up to you in his sleep. Din crawls in bed shortly and makes himself comfortable under the covers, laid out on his back. His head though turns toward you.

"I know I can trust you, you haven't given me reason not to.... I just - I don't want to risk taking it off" he stuttered, you could easily detect he was indeed nervous. But why? You was determined to find out.

"I understand, I'm not pressuring you into taking it off" you giggle, subconsciously stroking Grogu's little hand.

"I know...." he whispers, his visor still on you as you looked at him with soft eye's. "I'm sorry if I've ever been... Harsh with you" he forced the words out, eye's locked on your own, the y/e/c eye's he'd always find himself lost in....

You was speechless, didn't know how to respond to his abrupt apology. It was unexpected, here you thought he hated you, found you to be nothing to him but a medic, mechanic, and caretaker for Grogu. Whereas you saw din as a friend, someone to rely on, someone to talk to whenever need be. Sure you teased him a lot and made some jokes up about little things he does, like being a big softie or cute when he plays with Grogu. You never meant no harm, but din always made it out that way, pushing you away or making harsh remarks whenever you had done so....

Blinking at him you let a soft grin tug at your lips, "you don't have to apologize, I know I'm a little irritating and a pain in the ass to be around" you shrug and look down at Grogu, heart full of love at the sight of his peaceful slumber.

"you're not that bad... Maybe a little bit of a pain in the ass" although he was hidden by the helmet, you could hear the smile in his voice. You chuckle quietly and look back up at him.

"you're something else din..." you whisper do to Grogu shifting around, rolling over towards din. His heart swells at how Grogu laid his little hand on his bicep, a smile on the little one's face as he slept.

"is that a good thing or bad thing?" din spoke just as quiet as you did, modulater making his voice even deeper as he whispers, a husky sound you found yourself hanging onto with a undeniable yearning. How you wish you could hear it without the helmet....

"it's a good thing, definitely a good thing" you smile up at him, the sight enough to make his heart flutter wildy. "you big softie" you murmur, unable to stop yourself from letting the words roll off your tongue.

"I'm not a softie, I'm a bounty hunter" he knew you didn't mean anything bad by the nickname you've given him. But he couldn't help the way it sometimes irked him, why? He didn't know. Because sometimes he saw what you meant when you called him a softie, deep down inside he knew it was slightly true.

"to the galaxy yes, but to him... You're a softie. You spoil him rotten din!" you laugh a little loudly but managed to stifle them. "you treat him as if he's the most fragile, precious cargo to ever be created, you always buy him little things whenever you come back from hunts, and you always let him cuddle you" you grin at him with so much fondness din's heart nearly beats out of his chest with how gorgeous you are, glowing with joy, smile as bright as any star he's ever seen. "you're a softie, no denying it"

"and you are definitely a pain in the ass" he chuckles and shakes his head, visor still looking over at you as he laid on his back. "but even though you can really get on my nerves...i do have a soft spot for you" he confessed, nervous all the sudden as his hands fiddle with the end of his long sleeve shirt.

The smile on your face widens into one of pure happiness, eye's staring at din with love. He knew you was fond of him, and he was quite smitten with you, but he was afraid.... Afraid of losing you, afraid of watching you leave him in more ways then one.

But he was done being afraid, he couldn't live another day without holding you close, staring into those eyes of yours he adores. He wanted to hold you forever, kiss you until his lungs beg him for air, love you for as long as you or the galaxy will let him. Because din djarin was didn't want to spend another day without doing any of these things again.

"I love you" he blurts out, desperately. His voice holding nothing but truth, he sits up in the bed, careful not to wake Grogu as he does so, back pressed against the headboard while he only looks down at you with love. "I - I love you so much...." his voice cracks at the end as he stuttered.

You sit up fast, smile morphing into a more dazed gap, like a fish who was taken out of water. "din... I love you too. I've -

"Im so sorry I pushed you away and would always give you the cold shoulder but dank farrik y/n I can't go another day without saying it.... I love you" he rushed out, cutting your words off.

Tears fill your eye's, ones of joy, happiness. Heart overflowing with love for him. You smile so wide it hurts as you can see how nervous he has become. You gently grab his hand to stop his fidgeting, placing a kiss to each of his fingers. The act sends electricity through his veins, warmth over his whole being as his heart swells at the softness of your lips against his skin.

"I love you din... I always have, ever since you had asked me to work for you, I love you so damn much" you laugh breathlessly, tears threatening to fall.

"you and him" he nods down at Grogu, "are the only things in this galaxy that mean more to me then anyone could ever know...." he muttered, taking his hand out of your own, your eye's widen as you see him place both hands on his helmet, ready to take it off. Upon reflex, you screw your eyes shut, making din feel a wave of affection wash over him knowing you had so much respect for him. "open you're eye's" he said, but it sounded so much more different, much more richer and real.

Reluctantly, you open your eye's. Heart skipping a beat at the sight before you, two brown eye's full of love staring back at you, glossy. His dark hair a mess as his scruffy face was one purely adorable, handsome nose and charming jaw. Maker was din djarin a beautiful, handsome man. You slowly crawl more towards him, sitting in his lap, being sure not to disturb Grogu as you gently trace every detail of his face, starting at the few lines on his forehead, down his gorgeous nose, giggling once you find your fingertips brush against his mustache. He smiles, revealing his dimples. You smile up into his brown eyes and can't resist anymore.

You press a firm but gentle kiss on his lips, soft and warm as you always imagined them to be. Your palms press flush against his cheeks, scruffy little patches of hair tickling them. Din's hand lands on the nape of your neck as his other finds purchase on your hip. His eyes fluttering shut as his nose bumbs against yours. This kiss was perfect, as if it was the seal to your and his fate. You never wanted to live without him by your side. Hesitantly, you pull away from his soft lips, giggling whenever he chases your own.

"you are the most handsome man in the galaxy din" you breathlessly say, his eye's sparkling. It's then you noticed the golden specks, amber swirls amongst the brown of his gorgeous eyes

"I'm not much of a sight cyar'ika" he strokes your cheek with his thumb, so much affection swimming in his eye's. His soft smile bringing out his dimples again, he was truly something special....

"you're more then a sight din... You're more beautiful then anything else in the galaxy" you say, running a hand through his hair, fingers lightly scratching at his scalp. He relaxes with a content sigh.

"you're the beautiful one here" he smiles up at you adorably, your heart fluttering. You lean your forehead on his and grin. "i love you..." he whispers in his husky deep voice you couldn't ever tire of.

"I love you more" you say back while placing a kiss atop his nose. He scrunched his face up and chuckles at you, the sound even more beautiful now that it came out natural. "but we better get sleep since I've got a long day of mechanic work tomorrow, because a certain brown eyed beauty is a reckless flyer" you poke his cheek while crawling out of his lap, crawling back into your spot in the bed.

Din scoffs before scooting closer, his forehead nearly touching yours now as you both placed your hands on Grogu gently. "I'm a good pilot, you have to admit it" he grins at you, loving how you roll your eye's at him.

"I know you're a good pilot, but you're reckless din... No denying it" you kiss his nose again making him sigh dreamily, "I love you're nose..." you yawn, smiling at him afterwards with a sleepy grin.

"I've noticed, if you don't stop kissing it I'm gonna put the helmet back on" he jokes while he yawns himself now, eye's drooping as sleep crept up on him slowly.

"oh, do you want me to stop kissing you?" you say with your usual teasing tone.

"no! I'm not saying that" he instantly said, almost to loud. You laugh at his reaction and shake your head.

"I was joking din... I'd never stop kissing you" you peck his lips, pulling away to quick for his liking. But he watches as your eyes slowly flutter shut, no matter how hard you tried to keep them open.

This was exactly what din wanted, his little family in his arms. He smiles down at Grogu who snores lightly and then looks to you, who slept peacefully now. He was beyond lucky to have both of you, and he'd do whatever it takes to keep you both safe, because he loved you both more then anyone would ever know...

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[katsukikitten]

A/N Hello all and welcome to the seven day event! I have a few more slots open if you all would like to leave a request! I've decided to start off with Daddy aizawa from a request from @jordan102791 that has been long neglected! So please leave a like reblog or comment if you've enjoyed!

Bodies flood the busy streets, shoulders slumped in attempt to shield themselves from the howling wind, all the while reminding Aizawa why he hates coming into the city.

The biting winter wind picks up, carrying with it the sounds of a cry for help.

mew

mew

Aizawa's ears perk at the pitiful sound that barely echoes in the alley he's passed.

"I don't need a cat." He grumbles to himself and as if on cue another meow rings out. This time much more desperate than the last.

MEW

He pushes on, heart beating in his chest as his head thinks up all sorts of terrible scenarios, all the while the weak little meow echos in his head.

He sighs turning on his heel as he backtracks towards the small cries. The meow getting weaker and weaker as he gets closer. The small space quiets as he stands in the mouth of the alley as if all the sound were swallowed. He let's deft eyes roam over the piles of stinking trash and buzzing flies.

mew

His ears twitch, straining to hear the tiny creature until finally he spies a box moving. He approaches hand picking up the damp cardboard box to reveal something similar to his horrific thoughts.

Despite being a hero things that are sad and hard on the heart never get easier. Cold eyes dull themselves to the sight of the momma cat and the siblings lying still slightly frosted over as they lie on top of one another.

The kitten's small eyes are blurred from hunger and cold, barely opened as it desperately tries to nuzzle its mother for milk.

"Hey there little one." He soothes as the baby cries more just fitting in the palm of his hand. Giant moon jade eyes stare into Aizawa's soul begging for help.

He swallows thickly, gently sticking the kitten into his warm inner chest pocket, feeling the little being vibrate in the new fur lined oasis. Aizawa carefully wraps the other cat and kittens in his linen restraints heading straight to a park for a proper good bye.

He stands over the mound of dirt, vision threatening to blurr over the small tragedy. It's ironic, he has seen plenty of deaths, witness some people's twice in a sense, he could hardly shed tears then but over cats he barely knew they threaten to fall. Just as the snow does overhead. Suddenly his chest brings vibrating again serving as a reminder as to why he set down this heart hardening path.

No matter how big or small, he wanted to save lives. Was going to save lives.

It's just hard to bear witness to the fact that he cannot save everyone.

His gloved fingers slip into his chest pocket to give the little kitten a few scratches as he speaks.

"Let's get you checked out little one." His eyes flash to the time on his wrist. He bows to the mound before trudging through the frozen earth with burning muscles back towards the city.

Shouta finds himself in front of a small old brick building sandwiched between towering skyscrapers. The building looks warm, inviting as the picture window illuminates the darkening sidewalk with soft yellow light. A skinny man with a dog much too large for his frame stands at the counter. Smiling even as he fights with his overly excited dog.

Then he spies you, his heart skips a beat in his chest, he thinks to turn around. Not ready to deal with the ghost who stands behind the counter. A face he almost forgot.

But how could he ever forget you.

"Like an endless night sky..."

Shouta stares in for another moment, a small mew encourages him to step inside what was the closest veterinary hospital at the time. The old wooden door chimes over head as the long dark haired man makes his way in while the large dog barrels past him.

"Ah I'm sorry Brutus is just so excited about the snow!" The skinny man smiles warmly, straining as he's pulled along by the choking dog. Shouta tries harder than ever to keep the sneer off of his face. It's not as if he *hated* dogs, they just weren't his cup of tea.

As he steps up to the counter he sees you standing there. Smiling warmly in a set of black scrubs with little pink paw prints littered across the fabric for design.

"Hello and welcome!" Your smile becomes impossibly bright as you handle a blue clip board, "Are you here to make an appointment? I don't believe I've seen you here before."

You fight to keep the blush off of your cheeks as he is by far the most handsome man you've seen. Not to mention the way your stomach twists when you look at his scar, pulling an inkling feeling from the depths of your mind.

Did he look familiar to you?

Maybe? But only because you see thousands of faces a month since moving your office to the city.

Aizawa says nothing, feigning disinterest as he pulls the kitten from his pocket and sets it on the counter. The tiny thing shakes a little, meowing for warmth, staring at Shouta as if he betrayed it.

He swallows thickly almost choking on the guilt. Your small hands scoop up the shaking ball of black fur, tilting it this way and that as your eyes glow all before cuddling it to your chest with one hand. Your other has a pen scribbling across an exam sheet before it is poised near the top.

"Name for you, love?" You ask softly, blinking away what must be your quirk as the brilliant color fades. He wonders if your personality is always this flirty.

"Aizawa Shouta." He watches with cold eyes as his name takes form in your swirling script.

"And for her?" You prompt, the kitten meows but you rock it gently. His eyes weigh heavy on the little kitten. He is quiet for a long moment as you give him time to think.

"I really don't need a cat..." You laugh at his response, your eyes flicker to his now agitated ones.

"I'm not asking you to raise her. I'm asking you to name her.

"Nozomi." His voice comes out breathy and something about his scruffy cold face melting just a bit encourages a wide smile to play on your lips.

"I like it. We will have to care for her for a few weeks since her condition is so severe." You turn the clipboard towards him to sign, "You found little Nozomi just in time."

Starless night eyes flicker up towards you in slight confusion.

"How did you know?" He remembers you blinking away your quirk. He had only guess that it could tell conditions of something living. Could you see the past too?

Suddenly he feels a bit vulnerable, biting back the urge to suppress your quick with his own.

"Lucky guess." You shrug, pulling back the clipboard, "Now I'll need your number."

You slide a post it note and a pen to him that he eyes suspiciously.

"For? She won't be my cat." He voice comes out icy but you press on anyway, looking up at a handsome and clearly caring man through long lashes.

"Oh, for me silly. How else will I be able to send you cute pictures of 'not your cat'." You smile devilishly to which his eyes seem to ice over more causing the feeling of rejection to settle in your stomach. Although you take it in stride as you offer, now, a more professional smile, eyes sliding to the clock.

"Well you can visit as often as you'd like if you even choose to. But now it is closing time. Mr. Aizawa."

You escort him to the door, his gloved hand slides over fur that matches his eyes before he sighs out turning his back determined to leave the little kitten behind.

He truly doesn't need a pet.

Tonight he dreams of two sets of eyes. Wide jade moons and your own vibrant color swim in his dreams.

Weeks pass as every Sunday Aizawa finds himself in front of the small brick building. Each time debating if he should go in. Why was he here? Just for Nozomi? Or was an overly flirty Veterinarian the cause for his return? Should he really be here? I mean he seriously DOES NOT WANT A CAT.

Or a significant other for that matter.

Yet he finds himself getting out of bed on his only day off only to be pulled back here stating in the picture window at Nozomoi lying on the counter and at you talking so sweetly to her. He feels tethered to this place and he cannot fathom why.

This isn't the first kitten or cat he's ever saved. You aren't the first person he's ever been secretly attracted too.

But you may be the first to keep feeling him in.

His hand finds the old brass knob on it's own, giving it a twist as the bell over head chimes. Bright eyes flash his way before your signature dazzling smile settles across kissable lips, delicate hands lifting the soft black fur to you.

He allows his signature blank almost exhausted expression to settle across his features as he speaks to you, hands ever stretched out for Nozomi.

Just as in life, hands always reaching out for hope.

He cradles this kitten that is so suddenly turning cat close to him. Settling in his now favorite oversized leather chair that basks in the sun by the picture window. He reminds you so much of a cat himself. His cold expression that can meld into content or even a hint of happy when his eyes settle over something he likes. You wonder if this is what keeps attracting you to him.

Every now and again you get a look of approving content that makes your heart soar. You let your nails bite into the palm of your hand as you push down such trivial feelings, especially when he had made it so clear that he is uninterested.

Customers come and go, passing by what is becoming the new normal. A strong yet lanky male in a black cable knit sweater, long hair pulled back in a messy manner, his scruff somehow effortlessly perfect. His long legs concealed in well fitted black jeans, Nozomi lazing atop his thighs. One hand rests on purring black fur while the other holds either a book or the days paper.

Your eyes find his scar winking in the sunlight often, in fact your eyes catch his content form more often than not.

You grit your teeth, setting down a file as you remind yourself over and over that he is just a patients owner.

He seems to be the loner type so why bother?

Well you bother because of the way his skin feels agaisnt yours even if it is a brush of your fingers as you hand over "not his cat" Nozomi.

You bother because you enjoy his smile that causes your stomach to knot and you want to bother because he just looks so calm and zen sitting in the over sized leather chair lapping up the sun as well as any cat would. Dark summer night eyes glance towards you causing you to turn on your heel. Heading to the back for coffee only to be disappointed to see the pot missing.

"Ah I forgot Brutus jumped up on the table...." You stare at the deeply grooved wood as the scene plays line a movie in your head. You sigh deeply as you gather your jacket for some much needed air and caffeine.

"Yumi I'm going to try to get some coffee since I don't have any appointments. Did you want any...." Your voice dies down as you push through the door to find a lobby full of waiting people. The jacket is shed from your overworked shoulders as you begin to assist the sudden burst of walk ins. You do not see Aizawa in his normal chair, only Nozomi whose turned into the standard office cat as she lounges in the fading sun.

You huff as your day gets seemingly longer.

Eyes crossing as the rush seems never ending before you come across the final familar face.

The slim man with his muscular dog Brutus barreling into the counter.

"Ah Dr. Y/LN. I'm so sorry to come, yet again to ask for help..." He seems shy, blushing even as Brutus slams heavy paws onto your scrubs. Attempting and failing to lick at your face as you scratch his ears.

"Ah Mr. Takahashi, it is no worry at all. What seems to be the problem?" The giant grey dog presses more weight agaisnt your strong frame threatening to topple you over.

"I...I..." His cheeks flush further as you look over the man who must be two years your senior. He never trips over his words when he speaks to Yumi. You watch his facial expression change as if he suddenly remembered why he was at your practice.

"I think he may have swallowed part of his bone. He just ch..chews on it so quickly I cannot turn my back for a second. I saw part of it was missing and got worried." You activate your quirk, watching the dog play with the tire toys you recommended two weeks ago before watching Mr. Takahashi pat Brutus on his boxy head.

*"Let's go for a walk boy!"* You watch him walk and he accidentally ends up here before you blink switching from the past to the present so you can see what truly is.

Only the best dog food digests in his stomach as his intestines work normally, nothing lodging in them nor his throat.

He barks for a treat and you oblige giving him a biscuit before you turn to your accident, worrisome customer.

"Worry not as he hasn't eaten anything he shouldn't have! You may want to get going. He's going to have to make a pit stop on the way home." You wink as Takahashi blushes furiously signing away at the clip board before the giant grey dog catches sight of something outside. Rushing for the bustling city dragging his owner along.

The bell chimes over head at his departure as you sink onto the counter pressing the heels of your palms into your eyes until you see stars.

"I'm about to clock out. Is there anything else you need from me?" Yumi asks as she locks up the filing cabinet. You shake your head no while her soft hands collect her jacket to fight against the biting cold.

Still pressing the heels of your palms into your eyes you groan loudly into your empty office.

"Uuugghhhh."

"Rough day huh?" A smooth voice asks causing you to jump out of your skin. Vision still blurred from the abusive pressure. As you blink away the fuzzy galaxy you have created a fine creature stands before you.

Tall and brooding as he always is, Nozomi hops from his shoulder onto the counter. Your eyes follow the movement and spy two cups of coffee.

"Ah you didn't..." You blush furiously as you stare down at what has to be a cell phone number. "Wh...what's this?"

"Its my number *silly*. How else am I supposed to send you cute pictures of Nozomi?" He mocks your usually playful tonewith a cat smile plastered on his lips before he leans closer pressing a small kiss to your forehead. He leaves you stunned as you rack your brain for memories or signs that he likes you.

"Well you can visit as often as you'd like." He scoops up Nozomi with one hand and his coffee cup with the other before he gives you a toned back.

It's only after the bell has chimed overhead, leaving his retreating silhouette does it all come back to you.

His scar.

The taste of smothering smoke pushes down your throat as your mind dredges up memories long lost to trauma.

Of strong cloth pulling you out before strong arms wrap around your waist as you faded in and out.

A shaking hand pressing up to a handsome soot covered face as you caress softly.

*"Like an endless night sky..."*

Your breathing hitches as you claw at your throat, the burns on your shoulders screaming from the memory of your 21st birthday five whole years ago.

Of the night you died in his arms.

And then came rushing back clawing through the zipper of a black bag with no recollection of the night before.

Only the distant memory of smoke and endlessly stunning starless nights.