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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 years ago

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More than just a game

Warnings: dark elements including noncon and rape, oral, fingering, doxxing, stalking, and other explicit content.

This is dark!Jake Jensen and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You find a new gaming buddy but he sees you as more than that.

Note: So this is my first Jake Jensen fic and it was lots of fun so let me know what you think and hope you enjoy. :D

Thank you. Love you guys!

As always, if you can, please leave some feedback, like and reblog <3

Special shout-out to @navybrat817 for helping me with this idea

After too many nights scrolling through subreddits and searching for something to keep you distracted, you decided to bite the hook. Several other redditors agreed to hop on Minecraft and it had been a while since you logged in. You missed the almost relaxing ritual of mining and building.

You joined the chat, quick to hit the little microphone emblem as you listened to the voices in your headset. You learned long ago to keep your mic muted on the servers, especially with strangers. The last time you dared to speak up as a woman in a game chat, your DMs had become so overwhelmed you deleted and started a new account on Discord and changed your ID on Steam.

You were all given your tasks as players called out coordinates and you kept to chopping up the side of a mountain. You mostly worked alone, chatting through text instead of voice chat. As you placed a crafting table in your little mine, another player, JJ-Smooth, popped up and dropped some iron for you.

He stayed close but you didn’t mind. A lot of players tried to work together the deeper they got and you were used to it. As you uncovered some lava, he dumped water before you could get burned and helped you hack up the obsidian.

He thanked you on the voice chat but you knew any courtesy in return would earn you the attention of the entire server. So you dropped some gold for him and went on your way.

“I hear a zombie,” he warned.

You turned to hack up the undead before it could get you, only to be shot by a skeleton hidden on the next level. Another appeared and you died before you could hide, the bony villain killed by your ally as you watched your possession scatter over the death screen.

“Hey, I got your stuff,” he said as you loaded back up, “I’ll find you.”

You typed quickly in the chat, ‘sorry, mic busted, give me your coordinates and I’ll come to you.’

You waited as ‘JJ-Smooth is typing…’ appeared at the bottom and finally he sent the numbers. You hopped over the blocky hills and through the forests until you found the mine again. He was just outside and handed over all your tools and ration. He headed back into the mine and you followed him. This time, you began your own path in the opposite direction.

Before you knew it, you’d lost track of time. You sat back as you realised it was only you and JJ on the server. The silence should have tipped you off earlier. He was the host and you felt super awkward for staying so long. You typed that you were logging off for the night and thanked him.

You hit the keyboard with your knuckle and yawned as you opened the screen,

“God, it’s late,” you muttered.

“Hello?” he said.

Your eyes rounded as you looked at the mic symbol and the lack of red line made you cringe. You’d hit an extra button without noticing.

“Um, hi, sorry, I just--”

“Mic busted, huh?” he asked.

“No, I--” you didn’t know what to say, “anyways, I should--”

“So, you’re a chick? Is that why you mute?”

“Uh, well, it’s just… easier, sorry, I--” even if you weren’t trying to hide from gamer dudes, you weren’t the best at conversation.

“A gamer girl, nice,” he said and you sighed, “sorry, that sounded weird, didn’t it?”

“Mhmm,” you touched your bottom lip as you cupped your chin, “it’s late, I have to work tomorrow.”

“You comin’ back?” he asked, almost hopeful.

“I don’t know--”

“I won’t tell anyone,” he said abruptly, “promise, lips sealed.”

“I really don’t know if I can do this too much, I usually work early mornings so… yeah,” you said.

“I get it but you know you’re always welcome, hope you don’t mind if I send you an invite now and then. No pressure,” he offered.

“Uh, sure,” you shrugged, “okay, yeah, good night.”

You left the chat quickly and pulled off your headset. Shit.

‘I’m Jake by the way,’ a pm popped up, ‘gg.’

You typed back, ‘gg, it was fun’ and quickly logged out. You sat back and rubbed your eyes. Well, he didn’t seem like a total creep, maybe just a bit awkward but so were you. You shut down for the night and stretched out as you switched off the lamp. You were going to pay for your session in the morning.

🎮

A few nights later you got an invite to the server. You debated it but as it was Friday, you decided to make good use of the PC you’d saved up forever to build. You spawned in the middle of nowhere and built a bed before you found the half-finished settlement. You joined the chat but you must have been early as you were the only one there.

You headed back to the same mine, some work done since the first night, and laid your torches as you ventured into the depths. You jumped in your seat as a voice broke your peace.

“I don’t think anyone else is gonna join,” JJ-Smooth, or Jensen said, “you think maybe you’ll unmute?”

You stopped your mining and stared at the screen. You hovered over the mic button and re-read his name, he was the only other one there. You clicked and gave a strained smile to the screen.

“So, um, what’s the goal tonight?” you asked.

“Get some materials and go back to the settlement, keep building, oh, maybe we could try a portal, you ever gone to the nether?” he said but before you could reply he kept on, “shit, I shouldn’t assume, you seem like an experienced player.”

“Yeah, a few times, but I’m more a casual miner,” you went back to harvesting stone and ore.

“Ah,” he said, and it was silent for a moment, “so, you work again in the morning?”

“Not tomorrow,” you said as you focused on the game, “daycare isn’t open on the weekends.”

“A daycare, huh? That sounds fun, I love kids… not in a weird way but you know, I… urgh, I have a niece,” he said with a nervous chuckle, “nah, that’s cool though, sounds more fun than my gig.”

“Oh?” you turned and kept your axe moving.

“IT. You know, some people would be like ‘hey Jensen, why do you spend all your free time staring at a screen when that’s what you do at work?’” he scoffed, “well, who says I’m not mining there too.”

You wrinkled your forehead and gave a small laugh. He was rambling and it was kinda odd. You were happy for once not to be the strange one.

“But anyway,” he said, “I found lots of diamond over here. If we get some lapis lazuli we can build an enchanting table and get some sick armour.”

“Awesome,” you pressed your fingertips to your lip as you leaned on your elbow, “should try to head back before dark…”

“Hard to tell down here. How about you mine and I’ll keep an eye out for monsters?” he offered.

“Sure,” you agreed as he came onto your screen, “that works.”

🎮

Another week went by and you ventured back into the server a few times but not for very long as late nights did not mix with young children. The next weekend, you joined again on Saturday night and like the last few times it was just you and Jensen. You wondered why no one else was joining when the subreddit was so popular but you didn’t worry about it for long.

You mostly played in silence, Jensen did most of the talking and it was never about anything more than the game or his niece’s last soccer game. That night when you left the game, he kept typing on Discord.

‘I like playing with you,’ his message blipped up.

‘Same, thx.’

‘Really, you’re awesome.’

‘Thx :) Tired, gotta sleep.’

‘Sweet dreams.’

‘Night.’

You changed your status to offline and dragged yourself to bed. You opened your phone as you laid in the dark and went to the subreddit, you scrolled through the builds and screenshots of other people’s catastrophes.

You came to Jensen’s last invite post from that night but all the comments complained that the world code was incorrect. Hmm, you should tell him next time.

You blackened your cell and plopped it on your night table. You rolled over and buried your face in the pillow, the light still etched into your vision. You fell asleep quickly and woke the next day to another invite from Jensen.

‘How about some Fortnite? If you’re into it?’

‘Srry, can’t, my mom’s expecting me for lunch.’

‘2 bad, maybe later.’

‘Maybe’.

You got ready to go see your mother for your usual Sunday afternoon visit and it went by like any other. When she asked you what you’d been up to, you didn’t mention the gaming, she was never a fan of it. When you got back home, Jensen was messaging you again. You didn’t open the notification and settled in to catch up on some streaming before another week of work.

Monday hit you like a train and you were glad you hadn’t spent the night mining again. If you had, you doubted you’d even be able to open your eyes. You got to the daycare centre and welcomed in the kids. You got them set up for the morning snack then cleaned up as Sandy took them over to the reading circle.

You wiped the tables and then did some painting before you went out for some play time in the yard. As you watched several of the children on the swings, you glanced around. There was a man across the street. You squinted through the chain link as he seemed to be watching but assured yourself it was nothing as he quickly headed for the corner and disappeared.

Inside, the kids were due for quiet time, some napped and those who didn’t, stared at the ceiling and yawned. You could have joined them but knew that wouldn’t be acceptable. The end of the day came and you helped the kids pack up their paintings and their sweaters. You waited in the yard with them as the parents showed up and handed them off one by one.

You waved to Danika as she clung to her mother and your eye was once more drawn beyond the chain link. The same faded grey jacket, the same glasses, and the hat with the frayed brim. It was a better look at the man. Was he looking at you? Why on earth was he hanging around outside a daycare?

“Sandy,” you turned and lowered your voice as she neared, “see that man?”

She peeked over and shrugged, “which one? The guy crossing the street?”

You looked up again and like before, he was walking away casually as if he hadn’t just been staring through the fence. You shook your head and huffed. “Sorry, never mind.”

“Ah, don’t worry about it,” she waved her fingers, “come on, let’s clean up.”

With the kids all sorted out, you went back in and tidied up the last of their mess. You and Sandy were friendly but like with any, you weren’t very talkative. You never really knew what to say but you were never unkind.

You pulled on your jacket and checked your purse for your phone and wallet. You checked the time and turned off the lights. You bid Sandy goodbye as she headed for her SUV and you took your usual route down the sidewalk towards your bus stop.

You stopped short as the man was there. You were paranoid, he must just be waiting for the same route. You approached and he turned to watch you as you sat on the bench. He smiled and the dread sank deep in your chest.

His rectangular glasses gave light to his blue eyes and a goatee trimmed his jaw. He was tall and well-built, you could tell even under his comic book tee. He was going to talk to you, another weirdo in the city.

“Hey,” his voice was chillingly familiar, “how was your day?”

You stared at him and blinked cluelessly. You looked around, it was only the two of you. You opened your mouth but you had to be wrong. He said your name and you winced.

“Jensen?” you breathed as you stood and squeezed the strap of your bag, “why? How--?”

“You weren’t answering me, I was worried,” he said, “just making sure you’re okay.”

“What the-- I don’t understand how--” He stepped closer and you backed up against the bench. “Don’t, I’ll scream.”

“Scream? Why? I’m just-- You know me, it’s me, Jensen.”

“You doxxed me?” you snapped, “what the hell?”

“No, I didn’t-- I’m just checking on you--”

“I don’t know you,” you said as your heart began to race, “so please, leave me alone,” you edged away from him, “and don’t message me again.”

You sprinted across the street and as you came up on the curb, you looked back at him. He watched you but didn’t follow. You could tell from there he wasn’t happy but the brim of his cap shadowed most of his face so you couldn’t guess if it was hurt or anger. You quickly spun away and continued down the next street to the nearest stop.

You couldn’t believe he’d just shown up like that. You couldn’t believe he would think that was okay. You couldn’t believe he’d think that much about you.

🎮

You blocked Jensen on Discord and left his world on Minecraft. That night you were shaky and nervous, afraid that he would show up at your apartment. Did he know where you lived? He must if he could figure out where you worked.

You didn’t open Steam that night. You paced your small apartment, jumping at every noise. Sleep didn’t come easily but in shallow spurts that left you even more tired. You watched over your shoulder as you walked to your stop and boarded with one eye on the door.

Work was little better as you found yourself distracted in the room full of toddlers. Sandy asked if you were okay as you kneaded play-do violently. You shook yourself out of your paranoia and assured her you were only short on sleep, not a complete lie.

You took out your phone when you stepped out for a small break. Your mom had called but you would have to get back to her when you had two hours to waste. There was another notification, that one from Discord, a friend request from JJ-NoRematch. It wasn’t hard to guess who it was and you declined it right away.

There were several others from Jensen, too. He followed your Insta, blocked; he followed your mostly empty twitter, blocked; and he even commented on your LinkedIn like a weird. You closed your phone and took a breath before you headed back into the kids, their voices rising in their excitement to go outside.

In the yard, you had another look around, expecting to see him there on the other side of the fence. You were slightly relieved when he wasn’t but still on edge. You joined a game of tag then watched several of the kids line up for the slide. You lost yourself in your job as you told yourself he must have gotten the hint, at least not to bother you irl.

Just like the day before, and every day, you left work and headed for your stop. He wasn’t there either and you sat down and phoned your mom, hanging up as the bus pulled up with a promise to call her again when you were home. At home, you felt almost normal again and checked your notifications; no more follows, no more requests, nothing.

Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday passed in a similar fashion. Each saw your anxieties less than the day before. You even resolved to open Steam and start a new world for yourself. You spent hours mining and almost fell asleep in your chair. When you nearly tipped over, you decided it was time for bed.

You slept better than you had all week and woke up before noon. You wanted to log right back on but you had life to deal with; groceries, cleaning, and of course, making that call to your mother you’d delayed the night before. After all that, you felt accomplished and you decided to treat yourself to take out, a rare divulgence.

You called the local Chinese eatery and waited eagerly for your feast as you turned on a new episode of your current binge. You played on your phone until the battery was low and had enough juice to buzz up the delivery man. You dug for your wallet as you went to the door and unlocked it without looking up.

“How much--” you asked as you opened the door.

Your eyes met a familiar pair, two blue gems behind a pair of narrow glasses. Jensen wore the same cap and held the paper bag of take-out with a smile. You grabbed the door and tried to swing it shut but he was too quick as he slapped a large hand against the peeling paint.

“It’s on me,” he said, “I love spare ribs.”

“What the--” you gasped as you pushed on the door helplessly, “please go away.”

“You’re not answering me,” he said as he stepped closer and forced you back as his body brushed against yours, “you blocked me and I can’t even get a hey, Jensen, how are you?”

“I don’t want you here,” you tried to shove him and he shouldered you away easily, “get out!”

He slammed the door and you flinched. He put the bag down on the corner table and reached back to twist the lock without a look. His eyes roved around your entryway and further into your apartment. He smiled as they stilled and focused on you.

“This place is cute… like you,” he said and you heard a slight hesitation in his voice.

You swallowed and backed away from him. You spun on your heel and ran for your couch. You reached over the back to your phone and unlocked it as the battery icon flashed. You had just enough juice to make the call. You dialed as you turned back to him.

“I’m calling the police so you b-better l-leave,” you warned as your voice and hands shook, “I me--”

He was quick and before you could pull away, he swiped your cell out of your hand. He scoffed and tossed it across the room. It hit the wall and landed screen down on the hardwood. You bit down and pressed yourself to the couch. You stared at him and kicked yourself forward as you tried to slip past him. He caught you and wrestled you back into the front room.

“Why are you doing this?” he asked calmly as you struggled in his grasp, “I’ve been nothing but nice to you.”

“N-no, you’re-- you-- let me go,” you stammered as he angled you around the couch. He pushed you down so you bounced on the cushion. You tried to push yourself up and he pointed his finger in your face and wagged it.

“No, you stay,” he growled and wiped his other hand on his jeans. He was nervous, even if he was angry.

“Please, why-- what do you want?” you grasped the cushion and hovered at the edge of the couch.

He sighed and sat in the chair. He took his hat off and set it on the table as he ran his fingers through his short hair.

“Good question,” he said as his jaw squared and his eyes turned to pinpoints, “better one, why did you block me?”

“Are you serious? You-- you--” you struggled to get your words out, your voice even more splintered by your fear, “you doxxed me, you came to-- to my work-- and…”

“I thought we were getting along. I thought you liked me,” he said with a frown, “I really did, you sure acted like it and-- I only wanted to make sure you were safe.”

“But why wouldn’t I be? I--” you shivered and crossed your arms as you withered beneath his gaze, “Jensen, this was only supposed to be online.”

He scoffed and stomped his boot on the floor. He shook his head as he looked to the ceiling and his anger bulged along his temple. He tilted his head and looked at you again.

“You know, for years, I have been a nice guy, I am a nice guy,” he pushed his shoulders to his ears as he threw his hand out, “I’m so patient and caring and you girls, you don’t even give me a second look.”

“Jensen--”

“No, really, I mean look at you, you’re no supermodel and yet it’s the same thing, ‘let’s just be friends’,” he spat, “but I watch guys all the time treat women like shit and they don’t have any trouble at all, they got them hanging off of them and I’m a creep for giving them a compliment or opening the door--”

“I don’t… know you,” you eked out, “you have to understand--”

“I don’t understand,” he stood abruptly, “I’m done trying to understand.”

He pulled his jacket open and slid it down his arms. You watched him sling it over the chair and as he turned back to you, you stood. He caught your shoulders and held you in place. His strength was plain in his grip as he squeezed then slowly moved his hands to cradle your face.

“I just wanna be nice,” he said as he leaned in. You tried to pull away but he moved a hand around the back of your head and forced your lips against his. He poked his tongue inside your mouth roughly as you tried to shove him away. Finally, he parted, his hands still firmly around your head, “wasn’t that nice?”

“Please,” you begged as he ran his thumb over your bottom lip.

His eyes searched your face as you stared back at him in terror. He sighed and dropped his hands back to your shoulders. He pushed you down to the sofa harshly and backed away.

“Fine, I won’t be nice,” he snarled as he took his glasses off and folded them carefully. He put them on the table beside his cap and twined his fingers together, loudly cracking his knuckles.

You blinked at him as your eyes grew glossy. You brought your legs up under you and pressed yourself to the back of the couch. You grasped the upholstery and turned as you launched yourself over to the other side. You stumbled as you landed on your feet and ran for the door.

You were yanked back as he snaked his arms around you and took you off your feet. You kicked out and screamed but it was cut off by his palm as he kept one arm around your middle. You scratched at his hand as he dragged you back to the couch. He pushed you face down onto the cushions and planted his knee in the middle of your back, slipping his hand away as he put enough weight on you to keep your voice suffocated.

“Listen, I know I look like some IT nerd but I’m a lot more than that, now don’t make me hurt you,” he played with your hair as he smiled down at you, “you try that again and I will shut you up and if someone hears you, I can take care of them too.”

You sniffed as tears pricked in your eyes and nodded frantically as it felt as if he would snap your spine. He pushed off of you and you stayed as you were, paralysed with fear. He sat and unlaced his boots one at a time. He looked up as he set them neatly beside the foot of the chair and he bent to catch your eye.

“Well?” he pointed at you and traced the line of your body in the air, “let’s go.”

You stared at him dumbly and he stood to pull his tee over his head. His torso was sculpted perfectly and his chest trimmed with hair that trailed all the way down to his pants. He stepped forward and tugged at the back of your shirt.

“You want me to do it for you, baby?” he purred, “I can help you.”

You swatted him away and sat up. You bent your legs to your chest and hugged them. “Please, I’m scared, just leave me alone--”

His hand rested on his belt and exhaled again. His fingers moved swiftly to unloop the striped belt and unbutton his jeans. He pushed them down, nearly tripping as he stepped out of them. He stood in his boxers, tented with his impatient excitement, and gripped his hips.

“It’s okay, baby, I know you’re shy, I am too,” he neared and you winced as he grabbed your wrist. He tugged on your arm and you resisted until he bent your hand back painfully and you cried out. He tickled your jaw as he looked you in the eye and tutted, “it doesn’t have to be like this, alright?”

You went limp and let him pull your arms apart. Your legs slipped down and your feet dangled above the floor. He got to his knees and pushed between yours. He slowly rolled up the hem of your shirt and bent to kiss your stomach as he bared the flesh. You trembled as he forced your arms up and swooped the fabric over your head. It fluttered through the air and to the floor as he cupped your tits through your bright pink bra.

“Is this so bad?” he asked as he nuzzled your chest and pushed your tits up.

He glided the straps down your arm and slid your bra lower so that you popped out. He nibbled at your flesh and traced your nipples with his tongue. You sat rigid and let him explore your body, too terrified to move a muscle. He reached around you and struggled with the hooks, frustrated he snapped the clasps and the band came free.

He continued to play with your chest, his fingers crawling up and down your stomach and sides. There was a genuine curiosity to his touch and it sent a chill through you. His fingertips pressed to the top of your pants and he pulled at them as his lips travelled down to your hip.

He tugged on your pants and jerked your entire body. He tore them lower as he pushed you up and you lifted yourself to let him peel away the layer. He added them to the floor and toyed with the elastic of your panties. The little bow in the front drew his attention as he pushed your legs wider and ran his nose along the cotton.

He hummed and rubbed his fingers down your crotch, pushing the fabric to your folds as he teased you through them. You inhaled sharply at the tingle it inspired and he pressed firmer against you, flicking his fingers along your bud as he noticed how it made you squirm.

He gently pulled aside the cotton and you felt his hot breath against you. You pushed on his head before he could delve into you. “Please, don’t--”

“Shhhh,” he threw your hand away from his head and bent over you, “just relax.”

He dragged his tongue along your cunt and lingered around your clit. You clenched as it sent a thrill through you and he moved his lips against you, suckling at you bud as your breaths grew raspy. You pushed yourself against the back of the couch and dug your nails into the cushion.

He slid a finger along your cunt and circled your entrance. He rubbed up and down as he kept his tongue swirling over your clit and you swallowed back as gasp as he poked inside. He felt around and added another finger, stretching you as he carefully pushed them in and out of you in time with his mouth.

He lapped you up and you closed your eyes, desperate to resist the coil winding within you. Your legs tensed against the couch and you tilted your pelvis without thinking. He sped up, the noise of his mouth and your slickness filled the silence. You let out a puff and moaned as you slapped the couch. The waves rolled over your flesh and you came into his mouth with a pathetic mewl.

He stilled his fingers as he lazily teased you with his tongue. He pulled his fingers out and sat back, the heat between your legs cooling in his absence as he licked up your juices. He watched you as he sucked his fingers and stood. Your head lolled and you edged forward on the couch. You tried to stand but he caught you and flung you back.

“We’re not done, baby,” he winked at you as he grasped the top of his boxers, “go on, lay down.”

You murmured your refusal and once more tried to get up. You slipped onto the floor and shakily crawled away as he dropped his boxers to his ankle. He grabbed you before you could get around the side and lifted you easily. He turned you and shoved you down onto your back as he lifted a leg over you.

He straddled you and again his hands roved over your body. You smacked at his fingers weakly but he easily ignored you. He kept one hand moving along your curves as he stroked himself with the other. He groaned and shook as he stroked his dick. Your eyes followed his hand and you gulped, he was thick.

He moved his knees back and pushed them up beneath your thighs as he kept a hand planted on your chest. He ripped your panties down your legs and untangled them from your feet.

He held you down as he ran his tip along your cunt, wetting himself with your coerced arousal. You groaned and grabbed the arm of the couch above you. You tried to pull away from him.

He pushed against your entrance and you looked at him in shock. You couldn’t stop him. His eyes were set between your legs as he inhaled and slowly eased into you. He gasped as he got his tip inside you and his muscles tensed. He bit his lip as he dove further in and you gasped as he filled you inch by inch.

“Shitttt,” he moaned as he reached his limit and you whined at how full you were, “oh, baby.”

His hand slid from your chest and he gripped your hips as he pulled back and thrust. You exclaimed and he did it again, slowly as he watched himself impale you over and over. You curled your fingers against the couch arm and your feet arch as you pressed your thighs around him. He lifted your pelvis high as he angled his dick even deeper.

“You feel so good,” he rasped, “oh, baby, you’re so good. Ahh-hh-hh,” his voice fizzled as your walls clenched him and you closed your eyes as you felt the heat building.

He moved his hand along your thigh and stretched it over your pelvis, pushing his thumb to your clit as he kept his pace. He purred as you writhed helplessly against him and you panted through the rising ecstasy.

“Please, please, please…” you chanted, unsure if you were begging him to stop or for more.

He moaned as he sped up and you sucked your lip under your teeth as you neared your peak. You quivered as your orgasm crashed into you and you let out a strangled cry. He snarled and planted his hands beside your head as he leaned over you, his hot breath tickled your face as he pounded into you.

Your legs bent around him as his pelvis rubbed against you and the friction drove you to another climax. You held onto the arm of the couch as he fucked your harder and harder. He kissed you and nibbled at your lip as he groaned and hooked an arm under to hold you close.

“You’re gonna make me cum, baby,” he said against your cheek and you turned your head away from, “ah, here I--”

He spasmed and slammed into you. He took several long thrusts and stilled. He grunted and drew heavy breaths as he rested his weight over you. He grabbed your head and turned your head up as he pressed his forehead to yours. You kept your eyes closed as the flames slowly dwindled.

“Was that so bad?” he stroked your cheek and trailed his finger down to poke between your lips, “No, it’s what you wanted, isn’t it, baby?” he wiggled his hips and you hissed, “yeah, you want me.”

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liquorisce · 4 years ago

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decisions, decisions pt 2

Fandom : Bleach

Pairings : Ichihime (ft. some ichi x ishi bickering which we love around here)

Rating : T

Part 1

A/N: A few months ago I wrote a post-tybw-karakura-gang-finishes-high-school kinda thing called ‘decisions, decisions’ ft career choice discussions and orihime thinking of leaving town for uni. I wanted to write some more of that stuff and more ichihime pining obvs, so here it is. also i hate myself for not being able to participate in ichihimeweek2020, i suck, but anyway, ‘nuff with the nonsense, here’s the fic:

(ps: pls be nice to me and like/reblog/comment or whatevs and tell me what u think, ily thx)

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It’s five minutes to two, and Ichigo fought to stifle a yawn. The menacing five hundred pages of English grammar exercises in front of him wasn’t helping.

“... Unbelievable,” he curses, slamming the book shut, much to the annoyance of his bespectacled classmate sitting across him. “Why the hell can’t they just teach us proper English in school?! I’m absolutely fucking positive that Honda-sensei didn’t mention more than three tenses in her class. And what kind of English lesson takes place in Japanese anyway?!”

“... Quit your whining, Kurosaki. Some of us are trying to study here.”

Ichigo fumed. By ‘some of us,’ Ishida was pointedly referring to just himself and the long-haired beauty sitting right opposite him, who, judging by her giggling at his outburst, welcomed his distraction. The same giggling that was contributing to the problem, contributing to Ichigo’s immense distraction since after dinner.

“You’re not even human, Ishida,” he says dismissively. “Keigo’s literally made his bed on my dad’s couch, you can hear his goddamn snores, and Mizuiro left to ‘watch the stars’ with some new girl thirty minutes ago.”

“You’re the one who invited us over to your place for an all-nighter group study session and you’re calling it quits before the sun is up? As expected, you’re weak.”

He was right, this had been Ichigo’s idea, Yuzu had offered to make them dinner and his dad had plans tonight, so they were guaranteed some peace and quiet. Despite the noise and the chaos of their group, he missed hanging out with his friends. Ever since the school had given them voluntary study holidays for the upcoming University Entrance Exams, he didn’t get to see much of everyone, as they were either studying or training for competitions. Even today, Tatsuki and Chad left after dinner because they had to get up early for practice and they had decided they wouldn’t be giving the exams anyway.

Ignoring Ishida’s pointed attempts to rile him up, he turns his attention to Orihime, who despite enjoying their banter, was more focused on the cram book in front of her.

“Inoue, how are you still so motivated and so… awake?,” he asks, exasperated. “It’s almost 2 am! And you’ve been scribbling away furiously for the last thirty minutes. What are you even studying?”

“Mouuu, you’re right. I’m not able to solve this proof anyway. Maybe I should call it a night?”

“Electromagnetism?” Ishida asks, skimming the title of the chapter, “Oh, I’ve done this one, I can explain this to you if you want.”

He doesn’t know what irritates him more, Ishida’s nerdiness, or the soft look in his eyes as he unfailingly offers to help Orihime out, as he’d been doing a lot more of late, ever since they had started studying for the entrance exams together. In fact, it’d been this way this entire evening, starting from when he took a seat right next to her at the table as if he fucking belonged there, leaning over into her notebook, whenever she needed help, his arm casually brushing against her long, silken locks, her answering smile bright and incredibly close to him, and - Ichigo forces that thought to a halt because it has him gritting his teeth. “... For God’s sake, give her a break,” -

“... Shut up, Kurosaki, not everyone is applying to study *English* in University”-

“And what exactly do you mean by that, asshole?” Ichigo snarls, with more venom than needed, because despite having had enough with Ishida’s condescending attitude towards his study choices, his recent behaviour had Ichigo prickling under his skin.

“... Err, Kurosaki-kun…” Orihime starts, because she’s used to Ichigo and Ishida arguing (they’re just being affectionate, she always insists), there’s a glint in Ichigo’s eyes that’s different.

“... Exactly what I said, some of us don’t have the luxury of skipping the math and science exams,” -

“Ah, Kurosaki-kun is right! I think my brain really can’t function anymore tonight,” Orihime declares loudly, inserting herself in between them. “Kurosaki-kun, I think I will leave now. Thank you so much for hosting us today.” She bows, her formality annoying him even more, but still throwing him off guard.

As always, Orihime’s pleasant demeanour diffused the rising tempers… somewhat. With one last glare, Ishida grudgingly agreed, “Then I guess I will take my leave as well.”

Ichigo wants to be polite and say something like, “we should do this more often,” but he’s pissed off, and couldn’t wait to be rid of Ishida’s arrogant mug, so instead he offers, “Inoue, can I walk you home?”

He doesn’t notice the faint red on her cheeks or the hesitation on her face, when she mumbles, “If it doesn’t inconvenience you.” And he’s torn again - tearing his eyes away from the pretty blush dusting her cheeks unable to stop himself from wondering bitterly if she’d let Ishida walk her home without much protest.

“Ishida lives in the other direction and it would be out of his way, so I don’t mind.”

“Well then,” Ishida says, looking at her with more fondness than Ichigo would have liked, “Your eyes are all red and puffy. Sleep well. Don’t strain yourself, okay?”

“Yes sir,” she gives him the salute, “... good night!”

“... And text me that you got home safe. This idiot can’t be trusted with anything,”-

“... for fuck’s sake, just go home already!”

“Kurosaki-kun,” she whispers, amused, as she watches Ishida walk away with a cheeky grin on his face, “you’ll wake the neighbours with your angry yelling.”

“Ah, you’re right,” he mumbles, rubbing his neck sheepishly, as their footsteps fall into place beside each other, “I’m sorry for all the swearing, I don’t know why I let Ishida under my skin so much.”

“Hmmm,” she says, “It’s kind of cute, your bickering. If this were a yaoi novel, I’d totally ship it!”

“... what the hell?!” His face is red, not just because the thought of him… and Ishida… Ew. But also because this is coming from Orihime, the last person he’d ever expect to engage in fantasies of this sort.

Giggling, she quickly switches to a more somber note. “You seemed... on edge today. Did something happen between the two of you?”

He doesn’t know how to answer that question. Truth be told, he’s barely able to understand it himself. Sure, there was the usual trading of insults that took place between the two of them, but it was different this time. His whole demeanour just pissed him off. The way he always seemed to know what Orihime was asking, the way he was always able to help her, the familiar way he spoke to her… and the revelation that they’d been studying together for weeks now!

“I don’t know,” he sighs, because he can’t even explain what he is feeling, let alone the reason behind it, “... I guess it’s just the stress of the exam.”

“Ugh, tell me about it,” she whines, “I’m so thankful Ishida-kun is giving the same exams as me, and we can share practice questions and tips. I really wouldn’t be able to do this alone.”

He ignores her mention of him and the tick in his jaw in reaction. “But I don’t get it. You’re giving almost all the exams. Why?!? There’s surely no need.”

She blushes, ashamed, “I know it sounds stupid, but I really haven’t decided what I want to study in University. I figured if I just gave all of the exams, I would have more options to choose from.”

“... Come on,” -

“... And I will also prefer to go wherever I get a scholarship.”

His fist clenches, “... So you’re definitely applying outside of Karakura?”

“Yeah, although I’m not sure if there’s any point. It’s so difficult to aim for the National Universities, I’ll never get through. But the counselor says it’s worth a shot for the scholarship.”

“... I thought your aunt was helping you with tuition?”

“... Only till high school. And I cannot burden her anymore. I’ve received so much from her already.”

Ichigo doesn’t miss the way her voice wavers at the end, the guilt evident in her words. And he can’t stand it. “... Cheer up,” he says softly, playfully elbowing her. “You’re one of the smartest kids in school. Rank #2 after all the shit we went through last year! If anyone can do it you can.”

“... You think so?” she mumbles, looking up at him, her insecurities heartbreaking in the grey of her eyes.

Everything about her is so honest, it hurts him a little bit because his first thought is to say no, to talk her out of it, because the revelation is too sudden, too jarring - he can’t bear the thought of this town without her. But he nods, smiles encouragingly, because that’s just way too selfish.

Shaking his head out of these thoughts, he asks, “... what was the counselor’s recommendation, again? As a career path?”

“Ah, Hirata-san said maybe I should just follow my love for baking,” she says, smiling.

“... and? Why don’t you consider that? You wouldn’t have to give these blasted exams then.”

He liked the idea of this, now more than before, momentarily regretting his role in convincing her to apply to university. Orihime working in the local bakery, coming around his house everyday to share the leftovers, staying back for dinner maybe…

“... but Kurosaki-kun was the one who said I wouldn’t be very good at it!” She pouts, “You said I’d make too many things in weird flavours and nobody would want to buy them.”

Crap. He truly felt like waltzing back in time and whacking the past version of him for saying something like that. Because if it were anyone else shitting all over Orihime’s dream, he’d have sent the punk flying. Where were all these feelings coming from anyway?!

“... Shit, I didn’t mean,” -

“... it’s okay, you’re right. And besides I can work there part-time through University. I was thinking…” She took a deep breath. “Well, actually, it was Ishida-kun’s idea. Maybe I could study to become a doctor? My strength is in healing people anyway…”

Ichigo rolled his eyes. "Well of course, he'd say that. He's going to study medicine too." And of course he would try to talk Orihime into it. The bastard had taken every opportunity to slither by her side -

She laughs, a pretty sound, interrupting the profanity in his mind. "Yeah, he did say it would be nice to have some company… but I'm not sure." Sighing, she asks, "How did you decide on English Studies?"

It wasn't too difficult for him honestly. It helped that he was fairly certain he didn't want to study math or science going forward. "... I like stories. And I want to be able to read and share stories in a global medium, so I decided to study English."

He looks at her only to find her looking at him in fascination, "... Truth be told, I didn't spend too much time thinking about it. The career aptitude test returned similar results as well, so I just went with it." He shrugs, "I think I'll enjoy it. Let's see."

"Ahh, you sound so optimistic about your studies, Kurosaki-kun. I wish I could be like that."

They've reached her apartment building now and she turns to look at him, wistfully. He wishes he could do something for her, ease her anxieties in some way.

"What about you?" He asks.

She looks at him, puzzled.

"... You've told me all about what everyone wants you to do. What do you want to do? I'm sure you must have some inkling."

“... I,” she stops, opens her mouth again to say something, but nothing comes out. “... what I want… ah, you’ll probably think it’s silly.” She smiles wistfully to herself, because this wasn’t something that she’d ever admitted out loud.

He rolls his eyes, “... Try me.” Because she was many things, and yes, definitely silly sometimes in that unique way of hers, but he would never, could never, call her dreams silly. It’s a moment of realization for him, when he gets angry with the way she dismisses her own dreams that way, and he feels overwhelmed with the desire to pick them up, and keep them safe where no one can trample them, along with that spaced-out, wistful smile of hers.

“Well,” she gulps, nervous, “I’ve never really thought too much about going to university. Sensei says I’m wasting my potential... but honestly, I think I’ll be happy working.”

She looks at him unsurely, waiting for a reaction, an opinion, like everyone else. Everyone who’d been urging her to continue school and pursue all kinds of studies that she could possibly do, but… “I just - I want to build a simple life with someone I love. A family, maybe, someday.”

It comes out so fast, she wishes she could grab the words and shove them back in her mouth. She chances a glance at him, her cheeks hot and furiously embarrassed.

His expression is unreadable as he gazes down at her. She’s beautiful in the moonlight, he thinks, and it isn’t really a revelation to him, but the melancholy of her beauty is, the loneliness that he wishes he could extinguish as easily as he does hollows. “A simple life huh…” he murmurs. And he can almost picture it, Orihime, ten years from now, a child in her arms, a little boy maybe, with her wide brown eyes and -

“Well, looks like you have planned it out better than any of us,” he manages hoarsely, unable to look her in the eye anymore. Not with all these… feelings simmering so close to the surface. And before he can help himself, “Do you already know who this mystery man is?”

He’s come to realize how absolutely unequipped he is to hear the answer, but her unassuming statement has already taken residence inside him somehow, a burning sensation accompanying it.

His question jolts her into consciousness, and she notices they’re almost at her apartment. “Ah Kurosaki-kun is very curious today,” she laughs nervously, “only one confession per day! That’s the limit!” The fake cheer in her voice grates in her own ears but she hopes desperately it will steer him away because she’s this close to telling him sometimes, and this was one of those times. Especially in these rare moments when she feels an odd mixture of weakness and greed, where she wants to latch on to him and ask him to stay by her side, hoping selfishly that his kindness will make him say yes. But Orihime was practiced at hiding those feelings away.

“Is that right,” he smiles teasingly, albeit weakly, “... I didn’t know you were so mysterious, Inoue. Well goodnight, then.”

And as he watches her climb up the stairs to her floor, and then lean over the railings to wave goodbye one more time, he can’t help but think of that image of her again, happy and in love and so beautifully fulfilled. And he thinks of the shadow of the man next to her, who will protect that dream and that smile, and his stomach clenches bitterly.

“You deserve it,” he whispers to her retreating figure, “... You deserve all of it.”

- fin -

A/N : The ending was cheesy, I KNOW UGH

#ichihime #kurosaki ichigo #inoue orihime #bleach #liquorisce fanfiction

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haiky-u-lously · 7 years ago

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Valentine’s Surprise: Kagami Part 2

@vball-baes-bball-babes , Here is the second part to your valentine’s gift. Hope you enjoy it. Thanks for all you do.

Part 1 | Part 2

It was the end of the school day and you had yet to receive another gift from your “secret valentine”. While packing your bags you hoped, maybe they had snuck something into your locker again, but after further consideration figured you might be getting greedy.

You heard someone approaching and looked up from your supplies.

“Hello, Jade.”

You gave the boy a thankful smile, “Hi Kuroko. Thanks for not scaring me this time.”

He just nodded. Then held out his hand. A hand that held your unopened letter.

You immediately jumped out of your chair, grabbed it and hugged the boy.

“Thank you so much! I’m so happy you didn’t let him read this. It would have ruined everything and made it awkward and just thank you Kuroko. You-you don’t know what it means to me.” You held your smile as you pulled away. A small wall of tears building in your eyes.

Having almost forgot about the mishap surrounding the letter, it made you even more ecstatic to see it was unopened.

“But that’s not what—”

His comment was cut off as your phone began to ring. “Oh, just a second Kuroko. Hello?” You turned slightly away so you wouldn’t seem as rude in taking the call.

“JADE! Get out here. Fast.” Then the call ended.

You did not fully understand why Charlie had called you with that message, but figured it was better to play along. “Sorry, Kuroko. Looks like I gotta run. Thanks again for keeping my letter safe. I owe you!”

You gave him a last smile before leaving to find your friend.

“But I didn’t. I tried getting him to read it and he refused…” The blue haired boy sighed in defeat as he realized nothing was going to go easily between you and his Light.

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“Holy…” You sighed out, once you reached the student court yard.

Someone had done the most intricate chalking of your personage you had ever seen. And, it presented you in such a happy state. Crows feet shown with reflection of the sun, the smile of the image bringing rule smiles to passerby’s.

The artist had slightly curled your shoulder length hair to give it a fuller look in the work and your normally brown eyes seemed to have specks of gold in them. But it was undeniable that the image was supposed to be you. What with your signature glasses being present…you were completely shocked.

It took you almost a minute to gain control over your breathing.

“Wow…” You finally expressed after what felt like hours of staring at the portrait.

Charlie laughed, “Wow? Well, duh. Wow. Its freaking fantastic? Who did this? Do you have any idea?” Your friend turned to face you, facing your shoulders towards themselves, but your eyes were glued to the portrait.

“No.” You answered simply. “But I want to.”

Charlie watched you stare at the chalking. Studying the gaze in your eyes that told you were in complete adoration. (Not with what the drawing was of particularly, but of how much effort someone went through to show you they cared for you).

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A few feet away, Kagami stood watching you with your friend.

The smile your features held eased the tension in his shoulders.

“Kagami-kun.”

The red head jerked at the sudden voice behind him. Turning slightly, he saw his basketball buddy and released a sigh. Running a hand down his face, he said, “Jeez, Kuroko. You’d think I’d be used to this by now…”

The blue haired boy just stared up at his teammate. “Kagami, did you do that?”

The boy in question scoffed. “Heck no, I can’t do something that good.” But he turned to look at you again.

“Did you have someone else do it for you?”

Kagami’s shoulders tightened at the accusation, but the 6’3” male made no verbal response.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Kuroko peered around his friend before adding, “So it is Jade that you like?”

At being caught, Kagami nodded in confirmation. Still refusing to peel his gaze from your figure.

“Okay.” Kuroko said, and started walking away.

Confusion became a noose around his neck, forcing Kagami to face his blue-haired companion rather then watch your brunette strands swaying in the slight breeze. “What do you mean okay? You’ve been bugging me about this for weeks and all you can say is okay?” He asked incredulously.

Kuroko simply shrugged as he continued on his path.

Kagami, as much as he didn’t want to, followed his friend towards the main building. Wanting to question him further on the sudden change in attitude about his romantic interests.

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“Well what am I supposed to do then?” You asked. Turning between Paige and Charlie. Hoping one of your friends would have a solution to your dilemma. “I want to know who my ‘secret valentine’ is, but they have not given me any hints and all the gifts just sort of appear…”

Charlie hummed in response. Indicating that you were heard, but that they were thinking through their answer.

Paige responded almost immediately after, “Well obviously they’ve been paying attention to you. I mean they put lunch in your locker, so they knew you didn’t visit between the beginning of school and lunch period. And, they put the cake on your desk, which meant they knew you didn’t hang around your next class during lunch.” She started laughing before continuing, “And they know you well enough to hit your favorite foods with a pizza at lunch and a chocolate cake for dessert.”

Charlie nodded in agreement, then added, “I’d also say they pay a lot of attention to you. The details on that picture aren’t from someone who just knows you in passing. Even if they didn’t make the image themselves they had to give the artist a LOT of direction. I mean the glasses were obviously yours but the sparks of gold that come out in your eyes when you are truly happy about something? That’s something only those who have seen it are privy to.”

“But who would like me enough to do this and not say anything?” You huffed out in annoyance. “It’s not like I’m friends with that many people…”

Both of your friends began laughing and you pouted at the insinuations.

“Please.”

“You are like…”

“The friendliest person out of our whole group.”

“And the whole basketball team knows you…”

“Right can’t forget about all those guys.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yea, sure. I totally bet that it’s one of the players. And, that Ms. I-can’t-keep-a-secret-to-save-my-life didn’t hear anything from her boyfriend. Or, that little I-know-who-everyone-likes had no indication of it.”

Paige acted like you’d stabbed her. “Me? Not keep a secret? Dahling, the things you don’t know.” She smiled at the end, to show you she wasn’t really upset.

“And I have never claimed to know everything about everyone. I can just read people easier than most in our school.” Charlie contended.

“Whatever,” You submitted. “So, how do I find out who it is?”

The two walking besides you smiled at one another. “You leave them a gift in return.” They said simultaneously.

“How?” Your eyes quirked in confusion, wondering how in the world you could leave a gift for someone you didn’t know.

“In your locker.”

“Or the courtyard.”

“Or, make an announcement at school.”

“Oh! I like that option. Good job, Paige!” Charlie complimented.

Paige flipped her long hair over her shoulder with a smirk, “Thanks.”

“So I’m just going to make a school wide announcement?” You were amazed at their combined stupidity. “Yea right. That’d be too embarrassing. And, what would I even say? No, no thank you. Next option.”

“Nah, we’ve decided.” Paige winked at you.

Charlie wrapped you in a side hug. Stepping away added, “Tomorrow be ready to read out a page during the announcements.” Waving goodbye, your friend only had one more thing to say. “Paige, have fun with Teppei tonight. But see if you can pull any information from him. If it is one of the boys, I wanna know.”

The girl still standing besides you held a thumbs-up before giving her own goodbyes and taking off in the opposite direction.

“How do I get myself into these situations?” You asked the sky.

Unfortunately, no response came. You continued on your way home, all the time thinking about if its really worth the possible embarrassment.

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During after school practice, Kagami had somehow gotten over whatever bump in the road held his attention during lunch.

Everyone was happy that their star team member was back at peak performance but already missed the ease that they had defeating him earlier. Hyuga and Teppei were taking a break, drinking water and drying off while watching all the underclassmen continue a few drills.

“It’s kinda like a switched flipped in him.” Hyuga offered.

Teppei agreed silently but was busy checking the clock every possible second.

His captain laughed at him before cutting his friend a break. “Just leave early.” The expectant look given in return was nothing but a plea for seriousness. Laughing the dark-haired male repeated his sentiment. “Have fun with Paige but be ready to practice harder tomorrow. Can’t have you slacking on us now.”

Teppei smiled, said his thanks and left the gym.

“Aw young love.” Riko said, approaching the team captain.

Hyuga smiled at Teppei’s retreating figure. “Yea, well he isn’t nearly as bad as Kagami.”

The pair laughed out with ease.

Calming down, Riko asked, “When do you think they will figure out they have the hots for each other?”

Hyuga pretended to think for a second. “I think Charlie might have caught on. Paige probably has her suspicions. As for Jade? If her interactions are any indication, she probably doesn’t even realize Kagami thinks of her as an actual person.”

Riko nodded and waved her hand for her friend to continue.

“I think tomorrow Jade’s friends will make her do something ridiculous to figure out who her secret valentine is. Kagami is going to feel threatened because it isn’t going to work out the way everyone has planned and he will confess to her outright. She’ll think its some prank the team is pulling on her and break out into tears until he calms her down. He’ll say he wants to prove it to her with a kiss because that’s what they do in America but that he doesn’t want to make her if she doesn’t like him back. Then the rest will play out like one of those romance movie stories you love so much, Riko.”

The basketball coach stood in awe of the captain’s imagination.

Neither realized a blue haired boy standing behind them. Hearing everything. And, agreeing that it was the most likely scenario.

Kuroko decided he didn’t want to risk the possibility of either his friends being upset over a misunderstanding. And walked out of practice.

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Your doorbell rang, pulling your thoughts from the homework you had just started to work on.

“Hello?”

The voice on the other side was flat in responding. “Jade. If you are free, I’d like to speak.”

You opened the door and adjusted your glasses. “Oh, hello Kuroko.”

“Sorry for the bother.” He said. “Kagami is your secret admirer.”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed. “Yea okay. Thanks, Kuroko.”

He huffed out in annoyance and looked down to his pup. Silently asking for assistance from the inhuman creature. “I’m not joking, Jade.”

Looking directly into his empty eyes, you hoped you’d see some sort of tell, but they were as blank as always. “Kuroko. Kagami is a basketball prodigy. He is spectacular at pretty much everything he seems to put his mind on. He is super tall, and smart, and funny, and he has a smile that can melt metal. And you’re trying to tell me he is secretly fascinated with a pun loving, cheese head that writes fiction in her free time? Yea, okay. Thanks for playing.”

You went to shut the door. To wallow in self-pity. Sure, you had wanted it to be Kagami, you loved the tall basketball player after all, but you couldn’t see yourself as good enough for him.

Kuroko blocked the door with his body, and you blinked at how suddenly he seemed to have gotten in the way. “I’m not joking. He didn’t read the card even thought I begged him to because he wanted to see if you liked him after he finished his plan. He was upset during lunch because he didn’t see your reaction to the pizza and poem, and then you were sharing it with Paige. He also second guessed if his plan was worth it and acceptable since it could be considered stalker-y.” The boy kept listing off reasons why he thought you secret admirer was Kagami and then he dropped a bombshell. “And, when I asked him how he did the chalking he told me he hired an artist to do it so he could see your reaction to one of his gifts.”

The shock on your face told the blue haired male you were just started to believe in the possibility. So, he grabbed your hand and dragged you out of your house.

“Now, come with me.” He simply stated, giving you time to shut and lock your house door before following him back towards the school.

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“Kagami, make sure you get some rest tonight.” Hyuga chastised before exiting the gym.

The red headed player nodded his consent before returning to practice his free throws. He kept trying different forms, seeing which was more consistent. Kagami was pretty upset with his performance during lunch and wanted to be able to impress you when you came in the next day.

It had been a few minutes of no noise coming from anything except him and the basketballs he worked with. So, imagine his surprise when his name was suddenly called followed by a mid-pitched bark.

“Kagami.”

“Bark-bark!”

The shot he was in the middle of rolled from his fingers, barely reaching the rim and falling outside of the basket. He had frozen in place and could rival a statue after being so thoroughly shocked.

Slowly, his blood returned to his extremities and Kagami began to chastise the shadow of Seirin. “Kuroko, you need to stop scaring—” But Kagami cut himself off seeing that his blue-haired teammate was standing next to you.

To him, you looked like a goddess in the light. You chocolate brown hair, and eyes that seemed to shine brighter than a star hidden behind your favorite pair of glasses. “Hello.” He said simply.

You nodded at him but turned away.

He smile dropped and he turned his attention back to Kuroko. “What’s up?”

The boy looked between his two friends. After realizing neither would say a thing on their own he decided to state the obvious before leaving them to their own devices. “Jade likes you, the letter I tried getting you to read earlier was from her.” Before your opened mouth could protest, Kuroko held up a silencing hand signal and continued. “And I told her that you were her secret valentine. She doesn’t believe me. But I told her about the drawing and the jealousy you felt that through you off your game at lunch.” Again, before an argument could be made from the other two individuals in the room, Kuroko moved on. “So, you two work it out and I’ll see you both tomorrow.”

Following his spiel, the blue haired male left, little Tetsuya following close on his heels.

It took you and Kagami a few minutes to process everything that Kuroko had shared.

“I didn’t not believe him, I just didn’t think you’d—”

“It wasn’t that I didn’t want to read your letter, I just didn’t know it—”

You both had tried speaking at the same time and cut off almost equally as well.

Laughing at the awkwardness, you motioned for your crush to go first.

He sighed as he walked closer to you. “I didn’t let him tell me who the letter was from. If I knew it was yours I would have read it. I’m sorry.”

The shock that took over your features did nothing to dissuade his rant.

“Yes, I left the gifts. I originally thought it’d be a nice game. Something from a romance story that would help my case in the event you didn’t like me. But the more I thought about it the more I thought about how creepy it’d be. Someone riffling through your stuff to leave behind food and a creepy poem? Someone leaving more food in your seat? Like, not only could that be taken as you are having a stalker, but also what if the food had been poisoned?” His voice hitched as he changed his pattern of speech, “Speaking of, how could you be so trusting? It could have been someone trying to kill you? And, you just trusted it??”

During this break in his speech you laughed, clutching your stomach. “Kagami, I-I just…hahaha…I don’t refuse free food like that? And, I think anyone going to that much trouble to give me stuff I live wouldn’t really want to hurt me.”

He smiled at you, but disbelief still stood in his eyes.

You even your breathing and began your own short interlude. “I didn’t think you even saw me as anything other then the quiet girl that hung around Teppei’s girlfriend. I’ve had a crush on you for so long but never thought of myself as good enough for you. Also, that letter was a dare from a friend. I never meant for it to get out. If you had read it I feared what little interactions we had would come to a screeching halt because you wouldn’t want to be bothered by someone like me.” You shrugged away your own comments but missed the look that crossed his face. “I just didn’t want to risk the building friendship I thought I was creating with you.”

He rolled his eyes and threw caution to the wind. Wrapping you in a tight hug. The warmth he felt from the contact eased his racing heart.

And, the warmth you felt from him caused your heart to race even more.

You slowly moved to hug him in return and he visibly relaxed.

“I’d wanted to do that and more for so long.” He breathed out lowly.

Leaning back, you looked up into his deep colored eyes. “And more..?” You asked shyly.

The smirk that mixed with his half-smile had your knees nearly buckling.

He winked at you but went back to his simple embrace. “Later. This is enough for now.”

It felt as though he had closed his eyes. You returned the silent gesture and tightened your hold on him.

After a few minutes you both pulled apart.

“Well, I guess I found my secret valentine.” You laughed out a bit nervously.

“Does it bother you that it’s me?” He asked, picking up a ball by his feet and twirling it on his finger, pretending to not care about your answer.

You scoffed at him, “Please. I am doing cartwheels in my head I am so happy.”

He held a full smile as he dropped the ball. “Awesome.”

Your pair laughed a little before you asked, “So, what do we do from here?”

Holding out his arm, the smile on his face unwavering, “Well, it’s still Valentine’s day. How about you let me treat you to a nice dinner?”

The way he asked it seemed to say he was still nervous you’d reject him. Without hesitation, you took his arm saying, “I’d go anywhere with you Kagami.”

“Thank you, Jade.” He pulled you closer and kissed the top of your head. “I’m glad you accepted me as your Valentine.”

#vball-baes-bball-babes #kagami taiga #knb #kuroko no basket #kuroko's basketball #part 2 #valentinesday #valentine's day #valentinesgift #valentine's exchange

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avenger-hawk · 7 years ago

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I read some of your previous answers regard fanfic and shipping and I don't get it, is Sasuita really more popular than Itasasu? Itachi is dom, always. Why this important concept hard for some to grasp? I dislike Sasuita dynamics tho, it feel so unrealistic.

YES. I could have posted this without adding anything because I totally agree with it.

(long anti-sas*ita post under the cut. It’s my own opinion about my own experience with this ship, it’s on my own blog, and it’s tagged. the ship name is written entirely so it might show up in the tags. not my fault so deal with it)

I mean, to each their own, but I feel you on this so much (x, x)

Especially because I’ve been a SI shipper myself too, so I know the arguments firsthand, and I now find them inconsistent and hypocritical, not to mention totally off, more like an OOC crackship, a self-indulgent headcanon. One of those purely fanon things that somehow get hyped and accepted by most as fact. Sasuke and Itachi’s personalities aren’t the way they’re portrayed in SI, simply put, and if their personalities are not like that, their relationship can’t develop that way either. I’m not attacking anyone who ships it in particular, I’m sort of attacking the old me who did.

Like, “Itachi is a submissive person”. Hell no, what are they even reading? The fact that he was treated like a tool since his childhood didn’t mean he wanted it, only that he was loyal to the clan, that he was young and knew no other way, or he wouldn’t have lashed out at the Uchiha Police when accused of having killed Shisui. The fact that he respected Hiruzen and was loyal to Konoha was because he believed in the idea of the village as a place to live in peace, like Hashirama and Madara wanted. Even moreso, when he was forced to accept the massacre, he was forced, blackmailed, with Sasuke used as leverage. He’s described in the Shinden book as someone who hates to lose, he admitted to have become arrogant because he was a genius, and despite the moments he was forced to do something he always did what he wanted. He even chose how and when to die, he didn’t even submit to death…

…So no, he’s not submissive, he’s a dominant person, a very controlling person. He said it himself, as Edo Tensei, that he controlled Sasuke more than anyone. A genius who knows (or thinks he knows) better than others and who wants to do things his own way. Especially with Sasuke, who’s his younger brother so he’s wired to act like the older brother, which means being in charge too. The way he talks to Sasuke shows this very well. Like it’s customary in Japanese, he kinda talks “down” to him, like a superior in rank. It’s not demeaning, it’s just the way it’s done in Japanese. Speaking of which, I once discussed with someone who said they didn’t get why Itachi used “ore” instead of some less dominant pronoun. Ore is used to almost everyone in Naruto, like in most shounen manga, only a few males use boku and it’s not always connected to how submissive they really are (see Suigetsu who’s the opposite of that), but although it would have been cool in my opinion to see Itachi using a different pronoun (like jibun, that has a militaresque feel, for example) imagining Itachi using boku would be completely OOC.

This argument’s counterpart is “Sasuke is dominant”. Nope, he’s not. It doesn’t mean he’s weak ofc. But he is passive especially with people, he never pushes them, pretty much the opposite. When he seeks people it’s because of practical reasons and he always offers something in return, he never just imposes himself on them. Think about Team Taka. I mean, Sasuke is yin, which means darkness, feminine principle, passive, which means receptive, flexible and not fixed. Many don’t get these concepts and associate passive/submissive with weak, which is not. Sasuke is a good leader and he takes matters in his own hands quickly, abut that’s when no one does the thing he needs, otherwise he’s completely ok not leading, following instructions if they come from someone he respects. In fact when he and Itachi fight Kabuto he doesn’t order Itachi around, he obeys whetever Itachi tells him, even though he was suspicious at first. Because he trusts Itachi and because he’s comfortable with him leading. He’s his younger brother, that’s was how their life would have been. If SI made sense their roles would have been different during that fight.

Another SI argument is “Sasuke is sooo possessive and jealous over Itachi”…when he isn’t possessive at all, neither with Itachi nor with anyone else. But especially not with Itachi. What shippers use as proof of that is Sasuke getting angry when Konoha shinobi talk ill about Itachi, and when Danzo does the same. But that’s not being jealous! He’s not angry because they mentioned Itachi, he is angry because they talked shit about him. He’s defending his name, he’s protecting him, it’s the opposite of being jealous. In fact when he talks to Edo Tensei Hiruzen he asks about Itachi, he even asked Danzo about him. In fact he is visibly glad when Hashirama praises Itachi. He likes people to talk about how awesome Itachi is.

And “Sasuke is arrogant, Itachi is humble”…actually it’s the opposite. Sasuke has a low self esteem because he has always been compared to a genius like Itachi, he also showed it when Naruto got stronger quickly. He makes up for it with constant training, and sometimes with an arrogant attitude, but that’s attitude, not his inner opinion of himself. Itachi knows he’s a genius, he considered his clansmen narrow-minded and attached to an old mentality, and he admitted that he had become arrogant. Needless to say, I’m not bashing him, how could I? just stating facts. I find this side of him the most interesting. He has proper manners, he respects his superiors and elders because of these manners, but because of which he also refers to subordinates in a “talk down” sort of way. For example no matter how strong Kisame is, he sort of refers to him as if he were inferior in rank, in a classy way. Sasuke instead is democratically rude to everyone. And he does recognize when he needs help. He knew his limits, despite he was constantly training, learning and getting better. He formed Team Taka because he knew he couldn’t make it alone. He joined Akatsuki becaue he needed their support back during that arc. He asked all the strong people to teach him. And he admitted that he defeated Orochimaru only because he was weakened by illness.

Also the dynamics they ship are off in my opinion. Like “Itachi would never touch or initiate anything with Sasuke while Sasuke would do whatever he wants with Itachi”. Actually in canon Itachi invades Sasuke’s personal space all the time, while Sasuke never does that. Sasuke uses weapons, from his sword to his chidori, o even Kirin, a really long range attack, to “touch” Itachi, Itachi uses his bare hands and feet to hit him, he grabs him from behind, he pins him against the wall…there’s not just the inn scene. Also his final goodbye, where he closes the distance between them. If you look at their fight, Sasuke always looks at him, he’s always close to him, but he also keeps a certain distance. That’s because he respects him, as the elder brother. Also Sasuke is very oblivious about sex. Itachi doesn’t act in a “sexual” way either, but his scenes with Sasuke are certainly very sensual. So, Sasuke initiating something isn’t exactly fitting, unless there are particular circumstances. I agree that Itachi wouldn’t exactly initiate something with Sasuke because he’s good at controlling his impulses and he knows how dangerous it would be to cross that boundary, but in canon he touched him a lot so. uhm.

Or “Itachi feels guilty for what he did to Sasuke so he’d let him do what he wants” that is the #1 cliché in fics. But. Edo Tensei Itachi admitting he controlled Sasuke more than anyone doesn’t automatically mean that in a scenario where he’s revived he would stop doing it. He would stop doing it to the extreme level he did in the past (maybe) but he’s still his older brother and he would always feel compelled to to what’s best for him, no matter what. When they met in the woods he quickly pointed out that Sasuke had become a criminal, which shows a certain disapproval. He entrusted Sasuke to Naruto…it’s a plot device, but it also shows how controlling he is, even if it’s for Sasuke’s own good. Also, let’s not forget that Sasuke admires and respects strength. He doesn’t respect weak people. He loves, admires, adores Itachi because he’s his big brother, but also because he’s strong. He aknowledged Itachi’s sacrifices and suffering, he constantly thought about them but he never thought of him as the submissive weakling the fandom makes him. He thought of him as a hero, not as a martyr. If Itachi acted like a weak submissive person, I’m not sure if Sasuke would admire him in the same way.

I’m also adding “but Sasuke chased Itachi after the whole time while Itachi escaped from him so it means Sasuke is the pursuer, the assertive one”. This applies to other pairings, but Itachi and Sasuke are brothers so they’ve always been closer than any other relationship. Sasuke always did what little brothers do: follow their big brother, run after him when he goes away and so on. Most of it all Itachi set Sasuke’s path in a way that he would chase after him to obtain his revenge. Not that Sasuke wouldn’t have been obsessed by him anyway, but the fact that Sasuke openly chased after Itachi while Itachi apparently escaped from him doesn’t apply, since he extended his control over Sasuke even if he was far away.

I have no problem if others like it as long as they don’t push it as the one true portrayal, like I’ve seen too often. Before someone goes into a “they switch” mode, first of all, keep it to yourself, I don’t care about it. Second, and most important, I don’t just mean sex. I never do. I always mean something bigger, their entire relationship dynamic, where sex is one of the aspects of their personality and their way of expressing it.

I said this already, when I got into Itasasu the most I could find were Mutsumix doujins, which I hate, and terrible generic yaoi-ish where Itachi was an arrogant, horny seme and Sasuke a shy and/or slutty uke. Good stuff was rare. So when I stumbled on the “part2 Sasuke obtains his revenge on Itachi in a different way” cliché I kinda liked it. Now I find it gross and OOC because Sasuke worships Itachi so he would never do such thing, but at first it seemed fresh and interesting, but when I read more SI fics, especially the most popular ones, I was disappointed at the characterization, that sadistic Sasuke and that weak Itachi were annoying and OOC. After the reveal the martyr Itachi trope became popular, as well as psycho Sasuke. Then I discovered tumblr, where there was a sort of IS vs SI war. I kinda miss that before the ending people cared about something other than the big ships.

If something is well written it gets more attention, look at commercials where animals are happy to become food while no one sees the inconsistency because there’s a catchy slogan. On a small scale this happens in the fandom as well. a well written essay, or the author notes in a fic, or a fic itself, that describes SI as the “right” dynamic, no matter how wrong its arguments are, sounds apparently better than a defense of IS with right arguments but written in a poor, fangirl-ish way. I saw SI shippers accusing IS ones to be thirsty fetishists yaoi fangirls, to which IS ones didn’t counter with logic, like saying that the same could be applied to SI ones, or to neither. They replied in the dumbest, most childish way still pushing those ridiculous IS clichés, so I found SI shippers’ arguments more convincing at first, even if I didn’t agree with everything. Guess I was dumb too.

I only changed my mind when I wrote my own SI fic, that made me delve into their bond and their personality much deeper than before, because of this better understanding the fic felt off, but I wasn’t sure because there was still this bias that IS was a fetishist/superficial dynamic while SI was the right one, so I felt like I was the one with a problem of understanding, which was unsettling. As the writing continued I opted for a “they switch” dynamic, I made sure that my Itachi wasn’t meek and powerless and that my Sasuke wasn’t sadistic, but every time I received a nice review pointing out how they liked the SI dynamic characteristics I felt like a fake and got angry at myself. So first I deleted certain parts, in a way that there was SI only in the beginning, like a phase because Sasuke was mentally ill and Itachi was plagued by guilt, but it still felt wrong, because Sasuke worships Itachi, he put him on a pedestal and he wouldn’t take him down from there. So I rewrote it after 2 years, now it’s completely SI free and I’m proud of it.

#anti-sasuita #itasasu #pro-itasasu #this is messy but you can see it's because the subject is very important to me~#for real tho. nothing worse than the *wrong* dynamic #SI/SN or anything with top sasuke #I'm kinda jealous of those who are ok with both because it's easier but I'm not one of them so #just take that away from here. this blog is bottom Sasuke only #on a different note I won't be able to reply to asks for a few days #or to reply in general #vivalarevolution: a love that is more than love #vivalarevolution #Anonymous #fanon and fandom stuff

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x-readerpairings-fandomorie-blog · 8 years ago

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Snowflakes

Fandom: The Last of Us

Pairing: Joel x Female Reader

Warnings: Language, Angst, Character Death

Word Count: 1935

A/N: Holy shit I was going to make this smutty but my mind just kinda went down a different path. So, I hope you’ll enjoy this? I’m not even sure anymore. Be on the lookout for more Joel x Reader. Also, I wrote this at 2 in the morning so if there are spelling mistakes, I apologize, as well as apologize if this doesn’t make much sense!

Snowflakes were falling gently around the two as they walked, silently taking in the landscape around them. The untouched path they were trekking upon was gorgeous in (Y/N)'s eyes, the only downside being the near deadly temperature seeping into her clothing. During the total ten years of this hell on earth so far, winter never had gotten as bad as this before.

Joel was silent like always, his weatherproof gear only being a shirt, a long sleeve, a flannel, and some jeans and boots. The woman was covered in the complete opposite, four different layers of shirts and jackets on with three layers of pants. A bright green scarf, obviously dulled over the years, was the only major splash of color on her, the clothing she managed to grab either black, gray, or brown. The man would never admit to it in his wildest dreams, but seeing (Y/N) all bundled up like that, the tip of her nose all red and cheeks flushed, made him really want to stop what they were doing, push her up against a tree, and claim those plump lips for all their worth.

The reason they were put here in the first place was because Tess had signed them up for a smuggling job unknowingly, with them having to travel across the state of Massachusetts to Iowa. When Tess had told them both, a devious glint in her eye, (Y/N) instantly knew what the woman was trying to do. Give them some alone time as it was a rare thing to have in the Quarantine Zone, maybe have someone get attacked while the other saves them, and presto manifesto, you have some possible sexual tension that springs up out of nowhere.

Snapping out of how pissed she was at Tess, although having to admit it wasn’t that bad of a plan, she focused her sights back on their surroundings. Rays of sunlight were starting to peek out from behind the gloomy cloud coverage, offering them the wonderful experience of being partially blind for a few moments. Looking away and towards Joel, she took a good, hard look at the resilient and hardened soul walking next to her. Of all the shit they went through, what with Tommy wanting to join the Fireflies after Joel became a Hunter, (Y/N) torn about whose side to go on. So when Joel’s brother suddenly left and the man himself started doing even more questionable things to help them survive, she knew she needed to find her closest friend all the way in Boston.

Joel suddenly halted the woman, an arm out in front of her to keep her still. His shoulders were tensed, eyes flicking across the landscape while she slowly reached down for the pistol holstered at her thigh, the metals cool handle making her cringe at the absolute freezing temperature. Her own eyes kept flicking between Joel and the covered path in front of them, the snow piled so high that she knew they would have to loop around. (Y/N) had heard nothing, but then again, she realized, the whole time she couldn’t stop looking at the man beside her.

Deciding to take charge, she ignored Joel’s protests and stomped through the cold substance, her snow boots not doing anything against protecting her. When she rounded the other side of the mound, the view that was shown was spectacular. How (Y/N) didn’t take in her far surroundings she didn’t know, but when Joel was about to snap at her for being stupid, the words died in his own throat. The man took in the absolute wonder shining in her (E/C) orbs, the color darting around, scanning the wide open space before them while she was too distracted to notice his gaze.

There were a series of cabins scattered on the other side of the obviously frozen lake, looking as if they hadn’t been touched by the world around them. When she took in a second look, she noticed that if they were getting to those houses to stop for the night, that they’d have to cross directly on the hardened water. “Shit, shit, shit!”

“What is it?” Joel worried, accent flooded with warmth and caution and that damned worry that made her fall in love with him all over again. Yes, (Y/N) was in love with the man too far in his grief to probably love anyone else ever again. She never pried as he had never told her who he had lost, but she knew the feeling all the same. After all, she was pretty much all alone in the world of the infected besides the fact that Tess and Joel didn’t tire of her company.

“Well, if we decide to take shelter and scavenge those amazing looking cabins, the only option we have of getting there is by crossing the lake. We can’t go around as this piece of shit is too wide.” She gestured to the frozen water, Joel glancing at it before taking in her words. “I have a feeling that we’d get stuck on the side and have to retreat away from the jackpot just waiting for us to find it.”

Joel chuckled at her enthusiasm over the prospect of heading in for shelter and a place to rest for the night. It sounded appealing to him as well, (Y/N) noticing his longing glance casted over to the other side of the lake. “Well, if we head out now, we should be there within no time.” And with that Joel started striding towards the water’s edge, slowing down his steps to carefully place a foot on the ice. (Y/N) followed behind him, smile wide and joyful as she surpassed him quickly, knowing she was lighter than him with his heavy backpack than she ever could be.

She managed to not slip as Joel was fully on the slippery surface, his pace slow and steady while (Y/N)’s was a little more excited, still mindful of the icy waters just below her feet. Snow started to fall lightly when they were about halfway across, the woman a good distance away in front of Joel for her to stop and look on. The sky was starting to get a tad bit darker, the sun from before disappearing behind the clouds as (Y/N) started to take another step. However, before she could even set her foot down, the loudest noise she had ever heard in her life sounded from beneath her.

Joel froze, staring at the back of her in alarm when the woman stopped walking with her foot suspended in midair, trying to balance. “J-Joel.” Another crack and this time she looked down, seeing the thin lines forming in the frosted ice, breathing starting to pick up just the slightest. Before he could even react, the ice plunged into the icy depths, taking (Y/N) down with it.

The water hit her like a ton of bricks, air rushing out of her lungs as the cold enveloped her completely. Her eyes were squeezed tightly so she couldn’t see anything, and the only thing she could hear was her elevated and erratic heartbeat along with the rush of water all around her. (Y/N) felt like she couldn’t move but tried to anyways, managing to break the surface of the water miraculously, clawing at the ice.

The frigid water had gotten into her mouth, spluttering it out while calling out to Joel. The man snapped out of it from where he was frozen, swiftly maneuvering on the ice and just reaching a hand out when (Y/N) was pulled back under. Her hands hadn’t found the purchase she so desperately needed so she plunged back in, mouth open in a gasp with her eyes open as well, now being able to see the inky blackness beyond, the lightened ice above her head.

“(Y/N)!” Joel shouted, kneeling at the edge of the hole while running his fingers through his hair, not knowing what to do. When he heard a pounding from under the ice three feet away from his right, he scrabbled over to it, barely spotting her outline, the bright green scarf standing out. He wasted no time in taking out a spare hatchet from his pack, slamming the blade's sharp edge into the ice. He repeated the motion continuously, keeping an eye on where he was aiming and spotting her weakened arms stop

Joel pushed on, focusing on the task at hand while trying not to cry out in frustration. It felt like his whole world was crashing down with nothing to pull him back from the thoughts plaguing his mind. When he finally broke through the layer of ice with a decent sized hole to pull (Y/N) out, he reached down into the water, cursing at the temperature. Joel hefted her body and dragged her far from the cracked ice, immediately set on checking for a pulse.

“C’mon, C’mon (Y/N). Don’t do this to me now,” the man mumbled, trying to keep his voice from trembling. It didn’t stop the tears springing under the surface, an uncharacteristically broken sob leaving his lips when he couldn’t find the pulse he so desperately needed to feel. Joel was shaking but continued on, hovering his ear over her opened mouth, waiting for something, anything to happen.

There. It was barely detectable, the man guessing because it was so cold that her heart rate would be slowed drastically. Joel immediately set out, placing his locked hands on her chest, the pace fast as (Y/N)’s body shifted with each press. After counting in his head, he stopped at thirty, shuffling and bending down to her face, tilting her head back as he pinched her nose.

I’m sorry. This should’ve been more romantic, Joel thought morbidly, pressing their lips together. He glanced at her chest, making sure it rose two times with each breath he transferred before switching back to the compressions, repeating the back and forth cycle. The man didn’t know how long he had been doing the process for, his mind chalking up multiple, horrid thoughts when he still didn’t see (Y/N) wake up. Joel wanted to see her genuine smile, hear her voice reassure him that everything was going to be okay, see the look on her face when he finally got up the courage to admit his fucking feelings to her.

Joel tried pushing it to the back of his mind, steeling himself as he once again begged for this to work. Their lips touched again, Joel’s body sagging in defeat when there was still no response, tears now freely falling down his face. He stopped his movements, their lips separating as he pressed his lips to (Y/N)’s forehead, (S/C) skin frigidly cold under the heat emanating from his mouth.

“B-Baby girl, I need you to w-wake up now.” By this point, his hands were woven in her damp locks, foreheads tightly against one another as his eyes searched her face. Still, nothing, lids closed, blocking the wonderful (E/C) that he so loved to see shining. “Shit, s-shit, I l-love yo-” Joel’s voice cracked, a sob wracking his frame as he placed another, fleeting kiss on blue lips. “Don’t leave me.”

And so he stayed there, the frost seeping through his thin layers, weeping over the woman he thought he could possibly have a decent albeit shitty future with. All was still in the world, besides the snowflakes falling gently over them, blanketing them in sadness and death.

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#the last of us #joel x reader #one shot #joel miller #was supposed to be smutty #holy cow bell #hope you enjoy #not my best #not my worst #x-readerpairings-fandomoriented

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