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Tonkatsu Dinner with Joey Wheeler

Summary: You and Joey Wheeler eat dinner together in Shinjuku ward. Set post DSOD. Fun fact: I always write my Reader character based off of myself or someone I know. This means she may not be as generic as is customary for this type of story. Each reader also has a specific place in the Yu-Gi-Oh world, and is basically an OC with set connections and feelings about the various canon characters and other reader characters. This is reader V, who is dating Joey Wheeler and acting as his manager. She is a bit anxious. Word count: 1879 “How about dis place?” asked Joey, looking at the detailed plastic food in the picture window of a restaurant. You were looking at the signage with your smartphone, trying to translate. “Okay, so these are tonkatsu, and these are curry, and they also serve something called ‘shabu shabu?’” “I thought your phone was gonna translate for ya?” Joey still used a flip phone, so he liked to find instances when your smartphone failed to do what you wanted it to.

“It did for the other foods,” You stepped closer to your boyfriend, brushing up against him. Behind you, people continued to walk past on the sidewalk. Despite being after nine at night, the Shinjuku ward of Tokyo still bustled with people. “I know what curry is, da other two...” “Tonkatsu is the breaded pork with cabbage,” you pointed at the plates, “but I don’t know what shabu shabu is. This sign talks about it, but there’s not a display version.” Shoving your phone in your pocket, you joined Joey in studying the fake food. “I know my mom recommended we try tonkatsu.”

“Your mom’s a great cook, so if she says it’ll be good, den we gotta try it.” Joey reached for the door, “Ya down?” “Sure!” You figured there wasn’t much chance of disliking breaded pork. Inside, abundant wooden paneling gave the place an old-fashioned Japanese feel. Each of the tables had a dark glass cooktop built into the center. Seeing your arrival, the man behind the register said something in Japanese. Joey held up two fingers, and the man nodded, stepping away from the counter to point the two of you to a table tucked in a corner. You sat in the chair, and Joey slid onto the bench across from you, grabbing the tablet from its holder at the end of the table. “Dis should make things easier.” Slightly jealous Joey had beaten you to the electric menu and ordering device, you pulled out your phone again and grabbed the Japanese menu. Why was the restaurant so cold? Glancing up, you saw you were directly underneath an air conditioning vent. “Could we switch places?” You gestured at the vent.

Joey grinned. “Leave it ta me ta date da coldest girl in Domino.” He was already sliding off the padded bench as he finished. After switching places, you both fell silent, each studying the menu. Choosing a meal set with tonkatsu, cabbage, rice and miso soup, you waited for Joey to make up his mind about what he wanted. Beside the docking station for the tablet was a brown, ceramic kettle-ish container with a Japanese label taped onto the lid. Translating it, you discovered it held tonkatsu sauce—information you passed on to Joey but had no intention of using yourself, you never put sauce on your food. The man who greeted you at the door returned to the table bearing two glasses of water, small white towels, and chopsticks for each of you. “I guess dese are da napkins?” Asked Joey after the man left. You shrugged, “I guess. Now focus on what you want to order.” “It all looks so good, y/n.” After Joey finally decided to get a combination curry and tonkatsu meal, he input your order into the tablet. A group of five or six people who looked to be about your age entered the restaurant, happily chatting among themselves as they were seated at the larger table beside yours. It soon became apparent they had ordered the mysterious shabu shabu, which turned out to be some sort of meat and vegetable hot pot dish which was cooked right at the table. It looked fun. Although the meat and broth smelled delicious, you felt little interest in eating that many vegetables, and the extremely long, skinny, mushrooms were right out. Joey couldn’t take his eyes off the food at the next table, which made sense since neither of you had eaten since the morning.

You reached out and placed your hand over his, trying to enjoy the moment instead of focusing on the fact your food hadn’t arrived yet. It kinda worked.

Ripping his gaze back to his date, Joey smiled at you sheepishly. “If some of those K-Pop shops are still open when we’re finished here, ya wanna check one out?”

You felt torn, while you were here in the Korean section of Tokyo, you did want to pick up a few pictures of your favorite idol, but doing it with your boyfriend felt like a weird idea. Still… Joey was the one who brought it up, so maybe it would be okay? Seeing your hesitation, Joey tilted his head, “Ya still like Stray Kids, don’tcha?”

Time to play it off like you were confident, “Oh yeah. If Chan were to ask me out, I think I would have to break up with you.” You were joking, obviously.

“He’s the hot Australian?” Joey asked.

“Yeah.” You couldn’t hide your surprise. “I can’t believe you remember that.”

“After all da time you’ve spent listening ta me talk about Duel Monsters, rememberin’ a few facts about your favorite boy band ain’t askin’ too much of me.”

Before you could respond, the employee who had greeted you when you entered approached with your food. For a moment, neither of you thought about anything other than eating. Tantalizing scents rose in the air—the savory smell of curry, a mouthwatering whiff of pork, and a subtle undertone of oil. Your mouth watered.

Nervously, you picked up your chopsticks, afraid you would mess up and embarrass yourself in front of Joey. Despite your practice, you still weren't as confident as you wanted to be; it didn’t help that you were left handed, which always meant fewer online tutorials to watch, and your older sister who taught you was right handed. Gripped with determination, you glanced at Joey, who was far too busy eating to pay attention to you. If you weren't careful, your anxiety would get out of control and steal your appetite; Joey was on the short list of people you felt so comfortable with you could eat around him, and you would hate to lose that.

Focusing on your tonkatsu, you noticed the breading was different from what you expected. Instead of breadcrumbs, these were more like bread-shards—long and thin, which gave the surface a rough, almost spiked, texture. Raising one of the tonkatsu strips with your chopsticks, you took a bite. The breading was crispy. The pork was tender. Delicious.

For the moment, your nerves settled, and you settled into your meal. After a few moments of silent focus on food, you began to get curious about Joey’s dinner. “Could I try a bite of your curry?”

Joey looked up with puppy dog eyes, “You’d ask for part of a man’s dinner?”

“Only if I want to try it.” you gazed back with your own innocent, wide-eyed stare.

Joey’s face broke into a grin, “Yeah, dat checks out.” He licked his metal spoon clean, wiped it with a napkin, refilled it with curry and rice, and extended the handle to you.

“Thanks,” you grinned and took the spoon. Popping the curry into your mouth, you immediately regretted it. It looked like a kind of beef stew, so why was it spicy?? You almost spit it out, but that seemed gross to do in front of your boyfriend, so you gulped it down instead. “You know I don’t like spicy food, Joey!” You grabbed your small glass of water.

Joey was still grinning at you, “You were da one who asked for it. Who am I ta fight paying da girlfriend tax?”

“Okay, okay, maybe I’m slightly at fault here. But my pain and suffering is mostly your fault.” You grinned back, taking another gulp. “Can you order more water?”

Joey fussed with the tablet for a minute, “Ehh, not with dis thing.”

“That’s okay, I’ll just drink yours.”

“Dat’s fair.” Joey slid his glass towards you. “But ya shoulda known dat curry is spicy.”

“I knew some curry is spicy, and I thought you’d tell me if yours was too much for me.” You fake huffed at him.

“Sorry.” Joey was eyeing your side dishes of rice and miso soup hungrily. “How ‘bout ya let me make it up to ya?”

“By eating my food?”

“What? Oh.” He looked you in the eyes, “I got ya a little gift.”

Your eyes crinkled into a surprised smile, “You got me a present?”

“It’s not much, and I’m not sure you’re gonna like it,” he pulled his hands into his lap, “and I was gonna give it to ya tomorrow before my TV interview, but den I thought I could give it to ya now instead…”

You leaned in, “Sure! Let me see it.” You knew he had bought a couple things at one of the stores the two of you went into earlier, but never imagined he had bought anything for you.

Pulling his hands out from underneath the table, he handed you a beautifully wrapped gift box. It was light and rectangular. “The lady at da store did a great job makin’ it look pretty when I told her it was a present.”

Overwhelmed with curiosity, you tore off the paper, revealing a clear plastic box with a large white bow inside it. It was similar to your favorite hair bow, except this one had a blue, horned sheep in the center of the bow. “Aw, it’s one of the Scapegoats.” Scapegoat was one of Joey’s rarest cards, and your favorite part of his deck.

“I know ya don’t like Duel Monsters all dat much, so if ya don’t like it, I understand. But since you’re my manager, I thought it would be cute if ya had something’ with one of my cards on it.”

Joey was irresistibly endearing when he got flustered like this. You reached out and took his hands. “There are a lot of monsters from the game I would never wear, but this little guy is adorable. And you’re right, as your manager I should wear something related to your deck; it’s good for branding.”

“Ya don’t have ta like it, y/n. If ya don’t want ta wear it den—”

“Sorry, Joey, I was messing with you.” You squeezed his hands, “I don’t just like it because it’s good for your brand. I think it’s cute, and it reminds me of you, and it even shows you remembered what I like. Thank you.”

“Are ya sure?”

“Yep. I’ll wear it tomorrow.” You nodded at him in approval before pulling your hands away and resuming eating.

When you both finished, Joey took the receipt left with the food to the register, where he paid in cash, pocketing the handful of coins he received in return. As the two of you stepped out into the warm summer night, you slipped your hand into his. Tonight would be fun, with K-pop shopping and trying out a capsule hotel. It was easy to set aside your worries when you were with Joey. Tomorrow you would both have work to do, but for now, all you wanted was to spend time with the man who made you feel special and safe. “You’re the best, Joey.” If you google the following, you should be able to see the Google listing for the restaurant this story was set in. "とんかつしゃぶしゃぶにいむら大久保店"

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emilycollins00 · 3 years

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I saw your requests were open so I 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 I’m not sure if you do Guy but if you do, maybe a scenario where the reader is dancing under the rain and having fun but Guy is worried for their health and is trying to coax them back in but the reader manages to pull Guy with them and start dancing together. I personally think Guy wouldn’t understand the concept or the appeal of dancing under the rain until he sees you and is dancing with you and just goes “oh” yknow 😔✊🏼 if you don’t do Guy or aren’t comfortable enough yet you could replace him with Juza/Tasuku

THIS REQUEST WAS EVERYTHING. I've wanted to write Guy for a while so this was absolutely wholesome to do, thank you Ever!

Hope you all enjoy it 💕

One soulful moment it's all it takes (Guy x Reader)

People say monotony kills the heart. Ironically, monotony is what also keeps the heart working.

It wasn’t that Guy enjoyed it per se, it's just that it was proven things got done quicker when you set up a system. It was more productive. More efficient. Waking up early every morning to practice karate was good to improve his health. Making and drinking tea also helped. Going fishing or taking care of Tsukioka’s garden had also become part of what he got used to when he started living in Mankai among other activities.

The only variant he could never seem to grasp was you.

“You should go out more!”

"I believe we are already outside."

"No- I mean, to play around, you know? Enjoy life! Nothing like a good bruise on your leg to remind you that you have a leg."

You always picked on him based on the consistency of his routines, on the rigidness of his answers. And while sometimes Guy had to admit he didn’t quite grasp the full meaning of what you said, he found you captivating, intriguing even.

Everyone around always seemed to have a smile next to you after all, and as you two got closer, Guy found himself wishing he could be half as carefree and adventurous as you.

“Come on!” You made him eat some of the food you had ordered- even though his own plate was more than enough for one person’s fill. “I can’t believe this is not making you smile. If you are not excited when you eat, you are doing something wrong.”

You always loved to try new things, which was why whenever you would suddenly appear at Mankai you would try and drag him all over Veludo. Openminded experiences, you liked to call them. It was also how Guy had gotten used to asking for places others recommended, such as the cat’s café, Veludo main acting street, or this new curry restaurant director and Usui had seemed to enjoy so much lately.

As you finished your meals and paid, you both stepped outside while making light talk. “Ah… that was spicy but delicious! Not Omi’s level though. I’ve only eaten snacks from him but I bet all his food tastes just as good. You guys are lucky.”

“Yes. He is one skilled young man even among other Zahran’s royal court's chefs I know. I have no doubt anyone that would try his cooking would think so as well.”

“Right? Anyway, I didn’t know you could handle spices so well,” you patted his arm happily. Those plates had been no joke, Chikage and Izumi were monsters. “I mean, you finished it all! I believed this was the time I was gonna see you making weird faces."

"Do you want me to?"

"No! I was joking Guy. You always take me too seriously I swear," you laughed as you both left the shopping district.

The winter member nodded, taking a mental note once again. From his early childhood memories he had always been told to be careful about everything, and was made to follow the path everyone told him to. And though there were times when he wanted to step out of the beaten path, he hadn't been much of a rebel- until Citronia left, that is. He would easily put those thoughts aside and go on doing whatever he was supposed to do.

All of a sudden a few drops fell, snapping him back in the present and made him blink surprised at the sky at the unexpected wet contact. He had seen the weathercast that morning over breakfast and it hadn’t said anything about raining.

“We should look for shelter before it becomes heavier.”

“Uh? What are you talking about?”

Guy stopped walking and met your questioning eyes, as if you truly didn’t understand what he had said. People around you both began passing by jogging with jackets, briefcases, or whatever object they might have in hand acting as umbrellas, and for a second he didn’t know how to explain it more clear. “The rain. We will get wet otherwise.”

There was a sound of thunder in the distance, which made people speed up their walking pace. Not you though.

“I know." you shrugged. "Still can’t see the problem.”

As the raindrops started to make their way through you, causing you to get wet, you stepped away from him, welcoming the cool drink from the clouds.

“Y/N? Where are you going?” he called out to you when you started moving around in circles.

The unaware worry tinted in his expression resonated in your mind. In time, you were able to control yourself enough to let out a snort of a laugh. "Nowhere. I'm dancing silly!" you replied, your voice high with joy and arms open up in the sky. "The rain feels good. I love to walk and dance in it. Don’t tell me you’ve never done this."

“But you will get sick.”

“Oh come on, healing rain is real!”

“Is that so.”

“Yeah! It can be physical healing or emotional or whatever you want it to.” You smiled. Your movements were rusty under the slow and endless drizzle, making jumpings and turns here and there. “It washes your sins away.”

Guy kept staring not entirely convinced. As much as he saw you enjoying yourself moving around in the rain, he had seen Tsukioka and a few other members from Mankai get sick just from running under in the rain on their way back home and all in all, he still didn't fully understand the point of what you were doing.

“It doesn’t seem very conclusive.” He looked around, trying to look for any shop that might sell umbrellas. Without any result he turned to you once again, rain getting heavier as you two talked. “If you wish to feel water running under you a shower could work as well, although I admit the space is considerably different if you decided to dance.”

“Oh for the love of-" you ran up to him, grabbing his elbow and forcing him to come out of the somewhat safe roof he had been guarding himself against since you had left him laughing. “Just come here. Now close your eyes and enjoy the music!”

He followed your instructions and stayed in silence for a few seconds, then he opened them. “There’s no music Y/N.”

“Of course there is! Try closing them again and pay attention.”

He followed your suggestion once again.

All was silent as before- All silent save the dripping rain. Then, as the breathful afternoon melted slowly and the cold caress of fresh air lapped up, Guy started to feel the drops around him. And while they were not synchronized, they created a sound worth listening to.

As you had indicated, he tried to let go of his inhibitions, allowing the rain to wash away the thoughts that had been roaming on his mind After a while he opened his eyes slightly, confused at the sudden feeling emerging within him. It was also when he found you still there, not having moved yet, smiling brightly -as the now hidden sun in front of him.

Ah. He didn’t know exactly why or how it had happened, but the connection between you was different from anything he had felt before.

“…I believe I am now listening to the music you spoke of.”

Sometimes one finds joy in the small and simple things. It could be the scent of the rain, the taste of your favorite food... others, it was the sound of a loved one's voice.

“What do you think Guy?”

He never wanted anything so much than to drown in your love and feel the rain, however his eyes trailer over you, before silently stepping back instead. The sudden action made you tilt your head confused. You knew Zahfra wasn't that much of a humid place so it would make sense he might not be as comfortable as it was for other people to stand in the middle of the rain.

“Guy-”

“Y/N-"

You chuckled at how you both said each other names so suddenly. Just like in the movies. “You go first.”

He stared gaze at your figure for a second, before offering his right hand. Rain kept falling under you, no one else in sight. Just you, Guy, and the sound of rain.

“May I have this dance?”

As if it was possible, your eyes lighted up brighter than they had on the whole day, which surprised Guy to an extent. With a beaming smile you nodded, and so he took a step towards you. He wrapped his hands around you and pulled you slightly closer. The thunderbolts made your body shiver while you wrapped your arms around his neck. He could feel your every breath, and with every breath, your own heartbeats pumped faster.

A good lead should be soft yet subtle, stating their intentions by moving themselves, inviting their partners to follow along. Guy was alert, eyes scanning the surroundings ahead of him, watching traffic, other people, but also aware of what was happening right in his arms.

He treated your follow with respect, never forcing any movement. If he led a step or a pattern and you interpreted the movement differently than he had intended, he adapted to you rather than forcing change. He wanted to give you a sense of security, knowing you could fully depend on his lead the way he had learned to dance, however after a few clumsy fails followed by your laugh, he soon discovered it didn't matter how you both danced, just that you did.

“I think you know me better than I know myself.” He broke the silence after a while. You smiled.

“I’m not going to deny that.”

“I wish I could repay you for that, somehow.”

Laughing again you adjusted yourself so you could look up at him. His astonishingly beautiful green orbs finding yours once again, filled with overwhelming love and safety. “You are doing it right now.”

The corner of his eyes softened.

There were many things he had tried to chase away. Things he couldn’t remember, and others he didn’t let himself think about. Right now he was living, and nothing else seemed to matter anymore. He allowed you to take him anywhere you pleased on that made-up dance floor under the rain. You went right, he went right. You sped up, he sped up. Having you there, next to him like this, made him think about just how lucky he had become.

“…You are beautiful,” he whispered, touching your cheek with care, clearing the strands of wet hair that had gotten in the way.

You held on to him tighter.

“You are beautiful too.” You smiled, noses touching. Rain still falling over you both. “Didn't I tell you? That dancing in the rain deserved getting a cold.”

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Wishing you all a wonderful day! 💕

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achubbydumpling · 3 years

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Good Boy Bucky (Part 1)

Rating: Mature Words: 1528 Relationship: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Additional Tags: Dom/sub, Belly kink, Gainer!Dom Steve

(this is an older wip so it doesn't fit the specifications of the challenge that well, but I needed a break today, but I still wanted to upload something)

Bucky was kneeling next to the entry door of the lake house. Steve had been invited to a fundraiser banquet and they had decided it would be a good idea to have America see their Captain again, after spending almost a year in Wakanda during Bucky’s recovery.

His hands were clasped together on his thighs. Steve probably wouldn't be home for another half hour, but Bucky had been feeling cooped up in his own head the entire day. This was far from the first time Bucky had spent a day alone but being cooped up at the isolated lake house had his thoughts spiralling.

Bucky shifted his weight. Stood up, checked the lock, whether the stove was off and then went into the living room. He was contemplating whether to sit down on the couch or just give up and go to bed when Steve's key clicked into the lock. He sank down to his knees without thinking about it.

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Steve called out for him, but all his words had dried up in Bucky's throat. His chest tightened. Bucky could hear Steve taking his shoes off and then padding into the kitchen. The pot lid clinked when Steve lifted it. He called out for Bucky again.

He bit his bottom lip when he heard Steve's steps coming closer. His breath ragged, but posture perfectly aligned. When Steve appeared in the doorway, the tension in his gut drained completely out of him. They'd talked about this, and Bucky felt positive that today was the right day to indulge in this.

"Oh." Steve said, barely any inflection. He stepped into the middle of the room and stood in front of Bucky for a moment. Bucky balked at his own forwardness. Maybe Steve didn't want to do this right now. It was late and he'd just spent an entire evening entertaining rich and interesting people. Bucky ducked his head down, trying to hide his face.

"What a wonderful way to welcome me back." He reached his hand out towards Bucky's face, but didn't quite touch him yet. Bucky leant his head back to look Steve in the eyes. He was smiling tiredly. Bucky blinked and tried to bite down on the smile that spread on his lips.

"I saw that you cooked me dinner. Did you enjoy doing that for me?" Bucky nodded. "You make my life so much easier. You're so good to me."

Bucky keened at the praise. Almost dizzy with it. He felt the overwhelming urge to lean into Steve's hand, but holding himself back made him shiver all over. He didn't have to wait for long. Steve's hand finally cupped his jaw and caressed it like he were petting a cat. Slow and gently in the direction of the fur.

"Can you tell me what you are?" That request made Bucky want to hide his face, but Steve's hand on his chin kept him steadily looking up.

They'd talked about this. Safe words and setting boundaries. If he didn't say anything Steve would leave him be. Come back into himself. No questions asked. But Bucky wanted this. Sometimes it was difficult to speak when he was in this headspace. His throat worked around the words.

"I-" A false start. "I'm a good boy." His voice impossibly quiet at the end.

"You're such a good boy." Steve repeated much louder, and he didn't stumble on the words. Said them with so much conviction, Bucky zoned out for a second almost euphoric.

"You need me to tell you what to do?" Bucky snapped back to himself. Steve's expression was open, blue eyes visible even in the dim evening light. Bucky didn't answer, but he sat up on his heels and grabbed Steve's ankle with his right hand. Steve's eyebrows twitched down when he stayed still, but then he seemed to understand.

"Go on." Steve stepped forward when Bucky gently pulled at his leg. Steve's hand moved up and settled in his hair, gently rubbing over his scalp.

Bucky moved himself further between Steve's legs. Eyes on his own hands snaking their way up Steve's legs. He could feel every muscle though the fabric of his trousers and the thin layer of softness that had settled on top. His gaze followed his hands up and up. His hands settled on Steve's thighs. Bucky could see Steve chubbing up. Framed between his mismatched hands.

He moved further up, settling on his belt for a moment. Steve's caress on his scalp constant and unfaltering. Bucky popped its short tail from the belt loop. When Steve had left the house, he'd still had an empty hole left in his belt, but now it was let out to the last notch. The material was dented around the second-to-last hole by the pressure Steve's overstuffed belly must've put on it until he could surreptitiously loosen his belt. Bucky didn't move his eyes further up yet. Instead, he ran his thumb over the ridge in the belt.

"You did that. Now everyone can see."

Bucky undid the belt and pulled it from the belt loops. When it caught Steve tried to suck his belly in, but Bucky had to fiddle it out of the belt loop with his fingers. Steve took the belt from him, he ran it between his fingers and hummed thoughtfully.

“You’re a good boy today, Buck, aren’t you?” He put the belt down on the couch and Bucky finally let himself look at Steve's middle.

His belly was pressed tightly against his shirt's buttons, straining them all the way up to his chest. At the widest part of it, his undershirt showed through the gaps where the shirts sides gaped apart. From this angle his belly was starting to obscure the lower part of Steve's face. Bucky wanted to do more than just stare. He moved his hands up from where they were still hooked in Steve's belt loops to grab at his belly. Feeling the barely there hang of it over the waistband.

Bucky started unbuttoning his shirt when Steve's hands came down over his effectively trapping them against his body.

"Today's the last day I'm wearing this shirt." Steve gently tipped Bucky's head back again. "Do you understand?" Bucky went to shake his head, then he froze, his eyes flicked down to Steve's belly, then up again.

"That's right. You're gonna help me. Let's see how many buttons we pop off this thing."

Bucky pushed himself up to his knees. He nuzzled his face against Steve's belly. Couldn’t help himself or the sound that escapes his throat.

"Go get me something to eat then." Bucky was up and on his way to the kitchen before his brain had even caught up with what he's doing. When he gets back to the living room with just the pot of food and a spoon Steve is already on the couch and fiddling with the remote. He puts on some movie very quietly.

"Give it to me and then come sit down here." Steve motions to the spot next to him. Bucky moves quickly and quietly, then let's himself sink against Steve's side.

"Good boy." His hand back in Bucky's hair. "Tell me what you made for me." Bucky clears his throat, voice rough with disuse.

"It's curry. Red lentils, vegetables and coconut milk. Real simple."

"Thank you." Steve smiled, nonetheless. Hoisting the pot up onto his belly and digging his spoon straight in.

"It's a pound of lentils and about half that coconut milk." Bucky added shrinking against Steve's side at the end.

" You've really thought about this. Not that simple then."

"Simple texture, simple taste and not too much fat or spices. I thought at the banquet they'd serve you so many different things you'd prefer something simpler afterwards." Steve leaned into him, pulling him into a side hug and burying his nose in Bucky's hair.

"I do. You're such a good boy to think of all of that." Bucky felt that twitchy feeling in his chest again. Like a flock of birds were trying to work their way out of his lungs. Steve dug in then, while Bucky tried and failed to concentrate on the movie.

They'd tried that feeding thing Steve had seen on the internet, but it had just made them both laugh, and it was too slow for Steve’s appetite anyway. He was wolfing down the food like he hadn't just absolutely stuffed himself with everything that was on offer at a fancy banquet. For now, Bucky tried to enjoy his space at Steve's side. Once he'd had his fill, he would tell Bucky to rub his belly and maybe tell him to help him eat some more.

He tried to focus on the movie, but his thoughts started spiralling into his memories again. Bucky's legs felt weak even though he was sitting on the couch. He felt out in the open, no longer basking in the glow of Steve's gaze. Carefully he slinked down to the floor. On his knees again, seeking shelter between Steve's legs. Steve hummed approvingly and didn't question Bucky moving elsewhere than he had been put. This wasn't about that right now.

#stucky #get beached #belly kink #dom/sub #gainer!steve #dom!steve #sub!bucky

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akaashisupremacy · 3 years

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How to Find Love

Summary: Iwaizumi is on a quest to find love with an old friend. What can he do to get there?

Iwaizumi x fem!reader/Oc || Read it on A03

Genre : romance, friends to lovers

Hajime Iwaizumi ran into the cafe, eyes wide and panicky. “I’m already twenty minutes late for the date.”

As he composed himself before he entered the place, he took a deep breath. He was determined to enjoy this date because it might be their last. Hiromi had never taken lateness kindly.

“Gomen, the meeting ran longer than expected,“ he said, nodding his head into a bow, too embarrassed to meet her eyes, “I’m so sorry.”

She looked up from her books with a weary smile. Beside her was a pile of four or five books, some of which were beginning to yellow, meticulously tabbed with colorful post-its.

“You still made it,” she said, closing her book “I usually walk out if my date was a full hour late.”

It was a Thursday. She had an afternoon at the library while he had an early off (if it wasn’t for his work meeting). Neither of them worked traditional 9 to5 jobs. He began to wonder if seeing each other would be easier if they did. Iwa was leaving on a Friday for Osaka for the rest of the weekend. He was a physical trainer for a professional volleyball team, which meant that he travelled with them during their season.

They called for a menu and began to order what would be their dinner.

“How’s work?” he asked, surveying her through the menu.

“It’s a lot of reading,” she gestured towards her stack of books, “But we’re at the beginning of a new research-heavy campaign so it’s normal. How about you?"

“Mmm…it’s still the start of the season so most of the team is quite healthy. Some of them are a little excited so we’re just trying to reign them in to keep them from straining themselves.” he said, thumbing through the pages.

He had settled for a hamburg curry rice while she had gone for a bowl of tuna pasta. She looked distracted.

“What’s up?” he asked, leaning into the table now that the niceties were done with.

“I like my job. I like my team. But why do I feel like I’m just grinding day in and day out." she sighed, resting her chin on her books, “There’s got to be more in adult life than this."

“You’ve got to find the reason out on your own because your employer won’t do it for you. Not that I’m qualified to give advice or anything.” he said, looking up from his drink.

“I know,” she murmured, her head rested between her folded arms “It’s just so difficult to find the energy for it sometimes.”

Iwaizumi nodded. He knew what she meant. No one job could fulfill all his desires for accomplishment. He liked his job, but it wasn’t a perfect job. He wished that he didn’t need to spend so many weekends away from home.

Man, this date was sobering.

“You sound burnt out. Maybe take it slower at work?” he quirked his head to match the angle of hers.

“What is it that you want to do that you’re not doing for work?” he asked. Despite less than a year in the workforce, she already looked so glum.

She pulled herself up and swept her books aside, “I don’t know to be honest. Within the next two years, I just want to be published in other big publications. It doesn’t have to be necessarily on food, more like the stuff I write for fun. The stuff I’m willing to freelance while I have a day job, y’know?”

“Like what?”

Their order had arrived. She stabbed her fork into her pasta and gently twirled it around.

“The New York Times has a column called Modern Love where you write a long essay about some type of love. It doesn’t have to be romantic. It can be platonic, familial, or even failed love as long as it is set in modern day. I’ve been meaning to write about my failed relationships.” she said thoughtfully.

Iwa choked on his first spoonful.

“Well, if this doesn’t work out, I can at least write about it. Get three hundred dollars and buy you dinner to thank you for the experience.” she laughed drily.

“Are you always this pessimistic on your first dates?” he coughed, taking a sip of water “Either ways, I’m glad to be of help.”

She perked up a bit and grinned. Her whole face lit up when she smiled. A wave of warmth washed over him.

“Send me a copy when you get published.” he added, “I want to see what you write about me.”

“I’m definitely going to writet that you were late on the first date.” she said without skipping a beat. She was grateful that they had chosen this cafe. There were not too many people even if it was dinner time, yet the ambient noise that filled the air kept their pauses from being too silent.

Iwa stopped eating and squinted his eyes at her, “You are not gonna let me live this down, huh?" She winked at him with a glint in her eye. He smiled in response.

He couldn’t care less about what the New York Times was but she was evidently fascinated by it. He wasn’t going to own up to uncultured swine he was on a first date. He had already been late.

“Anyways tell me more about this Modern Love.” he settled back into his dinner.

She pulled out her phone and began typing, “The Modern Love column came out with questions to help get to know someone. This could be a fun date activity.”

“Sure, you want to give it a go?”

She shoved the phone in his face and scrolled through the questions. “There are three sets of questions. Each set more intimate than the last. You can choose from the first set.”

Iwa lightly held the phone, his fingertips grazing the back of her hand. He chose the first question that caught his eye.

“Number 4. What would constitute a ‘perfect’ day for you?” he read out loud. Hiromi took her phone back and read the question to herself.

“What’s your answer?” she asked.

“I just got back, I hadn’t figured out what a perfect day would be like here.” he shrugged sincerely.

She snorted loudly, “What a cop out answer!”

Iwa looked up and thought for a bit, “A day spent walking around in the city…maybe a day that starts with a morning jog and a hot unrushed breakfast after. Catching up with friends sounds good too.”

Hiromi nodded. She was fully absorbed as he talked. It was like she was going through the scenes of his day in his mind as he described them.

“What about you?” he asked, snapping out of her out of her reverie.

“A day at the market,” she said quietly. ”Any market day is a good day really.”

“To be honest, it doesn’t depend on the activities so much at times. The people you’re with is definitely important. A day at the market can still be terrible with the wrong company.” she added.

“I wasn’t subpar last weekend, was I?” he asked.

“No...you weren’t.” she replied a little more shyly than usual.

They moved onto the next question.

“What roles do love and affection play in your life?” she read out loud, “Doesn’t have to be romantic again.”

Iwaizumi inhaled sharply. That was such a loaded question.

“If you’ll use this for an article and it gets published, you better buy me dinner someplace nice.” he tutted.

“Then make this one good.” she smirked.

Iwaizumi stopped eating for a few minutes to think through the question. Before he answered, he closed his eyes and breathed out slowly.

“It defined my entire career in volleyball. My best friend and I watched a game and we kind of chose to go into the same school team after that because we were both so obsessed with the sport. Our connection was almost telepathic. We barely used signals when it was just the two of us. We basically ran off instinct.” said he softly, his eyes reminiscing a different time.

“Although we went our separate ways after high school, I spent so much time in volleyball that it defined a huge part of who I was too. I mean, if I didn’t play volleyball, I would probably be in another sport, but I’d still think I’d be different, y’know?”

You could tell he was avoiding the word “love.” Iwa was not one to be vulnerable.

“In college when I was in my first serious relationship, it was the type of love that gave me confidence and assurance. But I guess it wasn’t enough…for me to say it deeply impacted my later choices on career and other decisions, unlike volleyball.”

“I can’t help but feel that any defining…relationship I have romantically will be weighed against with my time with volleyball…my first real love…" he tried to laugh it off, but you felt the weight off his words, “And I’ve been lucky enough to have enough love in my life that I don’t need to constantly be in a relationship to feel complete.”

A moment of silence fell in between the two.

“That’s a lot to heap on a relationship.” she whispered in contemplation.

Iwa awkwardly scrambled for damage control, “…no pressure.” was all he managed to say.

“So why try to date? When it’s so tough to find someone who can match up with volleyball?” she asked.

“Companionship?” he shrugged, “It’s still nice to date around.”

“And you’re…nice. I’ve been wanting to date you since we were in college. I’ve liked you for a long time…” his entire face flushed pink.

Her eyes fluttered wide open. Since college? Is he serious?

“Our friends were right,” she said in a hush, “You did have a thing for me. I thought they were just teasing us.”

“You had a boyfriend back then and when you broke up with him, I was seeing someone else.” he exhaled, looking her earnestly in the eye, “Wasn’t it obvious to you?”

Iwaizumi couldn’t tell if Hiromi just didn’t want to speak or was too busy contemplating. She was too stunned to speak.

“It felt like fate seeing you on the plane.”

A million things were going through her mind, she slowly opened her mouth, “Now that we’ve been on two half dates, what’s it like? Is this what you’d thought it would be?”

“College is very different from now, but the short answer is yes.” he nodded, rolling his shoulders back. “Everything just clicks. I’m so comfortable with you. It’s so easy for us to talk. I like you just as much as I did in college…I just really like you. Time hasn’t changed that at all.”

Hiromi looked overwhelmed. She was unable to look him in the eye. She was barely getting to know him romantically and he had long been decided about his feelings for her.

“Do you wanna ask if they sell alcohol here? You look like you need a drink.” he joked. Hiromi didn’t look like she heard him.

"This is so intense for a first date.” she shook her head in what seemed like regret.

“We can stop,” he gently interjected, “We can talk about something else.”

She finally looked up to him and whispered, “Hajime, you’ve just dumped a lot of pressure on me.”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to do that,” he smiled apologetically, “Anyways, I’m aware that we’re both at different…stages of attraction. Besides, I think this would be way more awkward if we both were pining.”

“Wouldn’t that be sweeter?” she asked.

“Way too sappy for me.” he waved with his hand. Hiromi let out a small chuckle. Iwa secretly sighed in relief.

——————————————————————————— After dinner, they headed to the arcade to blow off some steam. Iwaizumi offered to carry some of her books to which he somewhat regretted. Her books were like rocks. How the hell was she lugging them on her own in the city?

“I could carry them on my own if it’s too heavy.” she offered.

Iwaizumi looked at her incredulously. She was at least half a foot shorter and much smaller in build. His biceps weren’t going to buck in front of her.

They wandered around the arcade for a bit, unsure what to do first. Iwa silently prayed they didn’t have to do any dancing. Just when they were about to decide on the claw machine, Hiromi pointed towards a small karaoke booth at the corner of her eye.

“Let’s go in there.” she tugged at his jacket.

Iwaizumi flipped through the songs. None of them seemed to be in Japanese. All of them were in English.

“Did you pick up a default english karaoke song?” she asked, browsing through the catalogue. The room was clearly designed for kids. It was so small their knees touched and Iwa could barely sit up without hitting his head on the ceiling.

“Nah,” he shook his head, “I don’t really sing…in English. Any suggestions?”

Hiromi typed in the number of a song.

“I’m about to introduce you to your first usable English karaoke song.” she grinned at him mischievously. Iwa looked at her suspiciously.

The opening notes started to play—some acoustic guitar and a trumpet. The song sounded…Mexican? For the longest time there were no lyrics on the screen. Hiromi swayed to beat as her eyes were glued to the screen. When the song finally began to hit what sounded like the chorus, the music paused for a second.

“TEQUILA!” she yelled into the mic.

Iwaizumi was so startled he jumped up and hit his head on the ceiling. Hiromi was giggling uncontrollably.

“That’s it?!” he exclaimed.

“Yeah,” she laughed, pressing the mic towards him, “You try on the next chorus.”

When the trumpets began playing, Iwa readied himself. The song hits its familiar pause soon enough and he pulls the mic closer to his lips.

“Tequila?” he said tentatively.

“With more conviction, Hajime!” she urged, taking back the mic. On the third chorus, she moved closer to him so they could share the mic.

The music hits its third pause, they looked at each other and yelled, “TEQUILA!”

They both grinned and laughed, almost as if the act of singing about alcohol was like a drink in itself. He could feel her shins pressed against him as she continued to sway for the music. A glint in her eye flickered as she nudged him to dance along with her.

Iwaizumi wasn’t going to refuse. Especially not on their first date. He swayed what he could on the tiny box while the song lasted.

————————————————————————— At the end of the night, they both sat in the train waiting to get off on their respective stops. The carriage shuttled back and forth, pushing and pulling their bodies back and forth into each other.

“Hajime,” she tapped him on his shoulder, “We didn’t finish the last set. Let’s do a quick one before I get off.”

He nodded, “Pick one we can answer with just one word.”

Hiromi swiftly browsed the list, before looking up.

“Finish the sentence, ‘Right now, we are both feeling…’"

Their faces were both so close they could feel the heat of each other’s breath. The back of their hands were touching, but neither dared to reach out or pull away.

“Hopeful.” whispered Hiromi, an evident earnestness in her voice. She was fighting off her shyness just long enough to look him in the eye when she talked.

Iwa smiled, “Smitten.”

Before she could react, the train jolted as it shuffled towards her station.The train stopped at Hiromi’s station and she got up from her seat, taking the books from Iwa’s arms.

He followed her to the exit and watched her as she got off. She gave a small wave from the platform while she watched the doors closed.

Iwa was tempted to press his hands onto the window, unwilling to end their time for the evening. His last sight of her was her smile when the train plunged itself into the night.

“Did he start out his day at the market with a morning jog?” she asked herself, watching the train swiftly pull away.

Iwaizumi took a deep breath. The night had gone differently from how he thought the date would proceed. For one thing, he didn’t expect to confess so early into the relationship.

He took his phone and curiously googled the questions she mentioned.

It turns out the title of the New York Times article was not “Questions to Get to Know Your Date” as Hiromi had led him to believe. Instead, it was titled, “Thirty Six Questions That Lead to Love”.

“Huh,” he said to himself. He shut off the screen to his phone.

36 was too much. In his opinion 3 was enough.

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supraveng · 3 years

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Moving On (2/?)

part 1

Summary: you have to confront your past….what could go wrong

Characters: former Bucky Barnes x reader, Sam Winchester x reader, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers, Thor Odinson

A/N: here is the angsty piece, it will have at least 2 more chapters; does not follow any MCU story line; attempting an MCU/SPN crossover; let me know if you want to be tagged in the next chapters

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Returning back to the compound after the 3 day mission was bittersweet, you missed your daughter but not being able to get Roman locked up made you want to continue the task until it was truly completed. By the time you made it back, it was late and everyone was sleeping but you were far too wired to sleep any time soon so after checking on Joy and Kevin, you made your way to the common room for a night cap.

Everyone had their own post mission tradition, Sam and Steve hit the gym, Nat and Wanda headed to the movie room, but Bucky was in the kitchen making food. You walked in to get ice for your whiskey and froze in the doorway just watching him.

He addressed without turning around "hope you are hungry, I made a lot more food than I can eat'' “only if your cooking skills have improved, I don’t want food poisoning” you joked as you stepped closer and took a deep inhale of the food he was making.

Looking at him shocked, “you’re making curry chicken?” “Well, i know it’s your favorite and we haven’t had time to sit and talk, so consider this a peace offering” he shyly smiles at you while he hands you a full bowl and nods his head toward the table.

“Go sit, I’ll grab us a few beers and join you”, you smile and nod as you sit down at the table and slowly take your first bite. The food is amazing and you are completely shocked that Bucky threw this together, he was never one to do more than boil water or call for take out.

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence while you ate, it was nice being friends with Bucky again, but you knew you need to discuss what went wrong if you wanted to truly restore your friendship.

“Well Barnes, I am impressed, this is delicious” you told him with a smile. “I’m glad you like it, and if you are going to be here more often, I’ll learn to make some of your other favorites” he grinned at you.

“Bucky..” you sighed “I don’t think I’ll be back in NY much, I’m based in DC now and I have a great life there, I miss the team, but this isn’t my home any more” you tell him solemnly.

“I thought we were going to talk, so we could fix us, you aren’t even gonna give us a chance?” he was angry and you didn’t understand why. He was the one who decided he didn’t want to be with you any more. He made that choice and you were the one to figure out how to live with it.

“Bucky, I agreed to talk and get our friendship back, but there can’t be an us. I’m sorry, but It’s too late for us” you try to remain calm but you are shocked that he thought one dinner would fix everything.

“I still don’t know why you dumped me like you did, and that was hard for me to deal with, but then seeing you a week later with some up and coming model on your arm at Tony’s party, it made me understand that what I thought we had was never real. I had no choice but to move on, and right now, I’m not even sure there is a friendship to salvage” you stood and cleared your plate, rinsing it and placing it into the dishwasher before looking back at Bucky.

“I don’t know what else to do here, so I’m going to turn in before either of us say anything we are going to regret. Goodnight” and with that you headed towards your room. Immediately getting back into your room, you checked that Joy was still sound asleep, then headed to take a long shower.

The heat from the water washing away the stress from the failed mission and the tension in your muscles from the short conversation with Bucky. After drying off, you went to pull your pj’s from your clothes when something else caught your eye, an oversized plaid flannel shirt was tucked among the t-shirts you had packed. With a huge smile on your face you buttoned up the shirt and crawled into bed, falling asleep almost instantly with the added comfort surrounding you.

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Before you had fully woken up there was a knock at your door, you opened it to find Bucky with a sheepish grin. “I was hoping to talk to you before things got crazy, can I come in?” you nodded and stepped to the side. “I came to say that you are right. Steve helped me understand that it’s not fair after all this time to expect you to forgive me or take me back, and obviously you have a family now, but i wanted to apologize and explain what happened” he told you as you both sat on the couch.

“Thank you Bucky, and I accept your apology, but there’s no need to explain, we’ve both moved on and it's in the past. I know you are a good man, and whatever made you decide to end things was probably to spare me in some weird way. I’m ok, and I’m happy where I am now, and that wouldn’t have been possible if we hadn’t ended the way we did.” you smile at him, almost thanking him but you weren’t there yet.

“Yea, you’re right, let’s move on and be the friends we used to be, please?” “That works for me” you stood up and hugged Bucky, as mad as you once were, he was a good person and deserved forgiveness. Just as you were about to speak you both heard the soft murmuring from Joy in the next room.

“I need to get her, but can we join you for breakfast?” he nods as he heads back out to the hallway. By the time you were heading into the common room, most of the team was there in multiple varieties of awakeness.

When FRIDAY announced a visitor coming up in the elevator you gave a questioning look to Tony who just shrugged. You were too busy cutting up fruit and pancakes for Joy to notice that the elevator had dinged and footsteps were coming towards you, until they stopped behind you, Joy’s eyes lit up and she screamed “daddddyyy”.

Turning around you gasped when you saw your fiancé standing behind you with a big wonderful grin. Joy was crawling out of her chair as quickly as her little legs could carry her in order to reach her father as fast as she could. He immediately scooped her up and pulled you into a hug, his warmth and scent making you feel calm and relaxed, home, you thought.

When you finally broke apart and Joy started yammering on about all that had happened since you arrived you looked over at Tony, who was surprisingly quiet. You wanted to question him, but the only thing that came out was a huge thank you.

Once Joy settled you thought it best you introduced him to the team “So, everyone, this is Sam Winchester, honey, these are the Avengers” you gestured to the table of your longtime friends. “I can’t believe you are here, and so early” you joked.

“What can I say, I missed my girls so much I ditched my morning run and hoped on a flight” he shrugged before leaning in to kiss Joy on the forehead.

“Well, we were headed out for our run, we can wait for you to change if you want to join us?” Steve told him without really thinking about the whole situation.

“Heck yea, running with Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes, I’m not passing up that opportunity” he almost yelled with excitement. You giggled at how star struck he seemed, remembering how he was very nonchalant the first time he met Tony, until you were back at your apartment and he could fangirl all over.

“Is that ok? I just got here, I don’t want to just bail on you, babe” he asked almost worried about your response. Shaking your head you waved him on “it’s fine, go and enjoy your run” he placed a kiss to your lips before heading off to change. “my daddy wun weally fas” Joy told the table and you just nodded as you laughed.

“Well, you guys have a good run, and hey, now Steve and Bucky each have their own Sam to lap” you and the others laughed as the four headed to the elevators.

“You don’t seem worried about Bucky and Sam spending time together” Nat mentioned as you started to clean up from breakfast. “I’m not, Bucky and I talked, he apologized, I forgive him and Sam already knows everything, there’s nothing to worry about” you told.

“Everything everything, or the cliff notes everything?” she asked. Always the interrogator you shook your head and smirked at her. “Everything, everything, this is the man I am spending the rest of my life with, he knows it all”

“Even the kinky shit?” Wanda whispered, hoping your daughter wasn’t hearing the conversation. You laughed harder and turned toward the two of them, wondering how much you should divulge.

“Let’s just say, Winchester kinky is on a whole different level than Barnes kinky…..and I am done discussing this topic with little ears close by” you left the two women gawking as you took your daughter to get cleaned up and dressed to spend the afternoon playing with Morgan.

Once you had gotten yourself ready for the day, you headed to the gym for a light workout with Nat and Wanda knowing the previous conversation would probably come up again. As you arrived in the gym you were surprised to see Thor, he had just arrived from Asgard and brought you into a bone crushing hug almost immediately.

“Lady Y/N, it has been too long, but you look as radiant as ever. I heard you have brought a suitor with you on this visit, I wish to meet him, find if he is truly worthy of you.” Blushing you smiled at Thor, he was always so respectful and made you feel far more honorable than you usually did. “Yes, he is currently on a run with the guys, there’s no telling how long they will be gone”

You were feeling a bit sore from the mission, so decided that some light weights and cardio would be enough for the day, considering it was technically your day off since there had been no new leads on Roman. Taking a water break you looked over to find the guys coming back from their run. They were all smelly and dripping in sweat but seemed to be getting along. Sam came rushing over to you, picking you up and swinging you around with a huge grin on his face.

“I take it you had a good run?” you smiled up at him once you got your feet back on the ground. “It was amazing, you never told me how incredible this complex was” he was panting but still seemed happy about the overexertion.

When you saw Thor approaching, you took a small step back from Sam and attempted to introduce the two. “Lady Y/N, I assumed your suitor was of Midgard, but he’s much larger than most, sir, are you Asgardian as well?” he asked as if that would be the only logical explanation.

You busted out laughing, but you calmed down as Sam explained he was born and raised in Kansas and not Asgardian. Before you could fully understand what was happening next, you see Thor and Sam stepping up to spar.

“Woah, Thor, he’s not Asgardian, I don’t think this is a good idea” you told them.

“Lady Y/N, I understand in your delicate condition you are concerned, but I assure you no harm will come to the father of your children” Thor announced as he got into his ready stance.

“My condition?....children?” you mumbled looking between Thor and Sam trying to figure out what he was talking to.

“I apologize if I overstepped, I was unaware you being with child was a secret” he told you earnestly, almost worried you would be upset.

“I what?” “You’re what?” you and Sam both responded, looking at each other and then back at Thor, dumbfounded.

“Were you two not aware?” he asked with a smirk, after you both shook your heads no in response he practically cheered “Surprise!”

Part 3

#Marvel AU #marvel fanfiction #spn fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #spn au #Supernatural fanfic #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes x reader #Steve Rogers #natasha romanoff #sam winchester x reader #Sam Winchester #wanda maximoff #tony stark #sam wilson #thor #thor odinson #avengers fanfiction

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 3 years

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Day 4: Pining / Attention

“If you were to look my way, I think my heart would just about explode.”

Day 4 of JustJadelentines2021!

[Day 1] / [Day 2] / [Day 3] / [You’re at Day 4!] / [Day 5] / [Day 6] / [Day 7]

JadepleaselookatmeJadepleaselookatmeJadepleaselookatmeJadepleaselookatmeJadepleaselookatmeJadepleaselookatmeJadepleaselookatmeJadepleaselookatmeJadepleaselookatmeJadepleaselookatmeJadepleaselookatmeJadepleaselookatme--Ah-HEM! Um... I mean... Leech mob family is a fun theory~

***Warning: Wish Upon a Star (Floyd’s Wish) & Floyd and Jade Birthday Suit Up! personal story spoilers!***

Imagine this...

Several wheelbarrows’ full of packages addressed to the twins arrived at Octavinelle every holiday. At first, Octa A was startled by the strange influxes of mail--but his concerns were often dismissed by his upperclassmen. Most notably, Jade would reassure him that the packages thanks to the Leeches’ “extensive connections” and “family ties”, whatever that meant.

The mob student tried not to linger on the meaning of those words too often, for whenever he did, his mind would wander into dark theories. Whichever corner of the deep, murky sea the twins originated from, Octa A didn’t want to be dragged there for asking too many questions.

So he closed his eyes and went about his work like the diligent employee that he was. The school year passed, and in turn, so did the holidays--and, as expected, the packages arrived without fail on each special occasion.

Then came Valentine’s Day.

“Wh-Whoah...!!”

Octa A’s jaw dropped at the sheer amount of mail unceremoniously littered across the floor of the Mostro Lounge. Boxes large and small were stacked as tall as him, wrapping paper of various patterns, glittery bows, and packing peanuts were scattered everywhere. One big mess.

Floyd say amongst the packages, giddily ripping boxes open, while Jade stood at the edge of the sea of mail, carefully inspecting the various packages.

“G-Good morning,” Octa A called out as he slowly waded through the mail, cautious about not stepping on anything. “What’s... What’s all of this? Th-This is a lot of mail--even more than usual.”

“Oya. Good morning to you as well, Kon-san,” Jade replied with a polite wave. “Bright and early for your shift, I see.”

“Ahh? It’s Konbu-chan!” Floyd cried, wearing a toothy grin. The eel excitedly waved to him, hailing the mob student over. “C’mere!”

Oh, thank Neptune, Octa A thought. He had caught the brothers in good moods today. The last thing he needed was a grumpy Floyd or a passive aggressive Jade leering over his shoulder.

With a little less trepidation than usual, he tip-toed over. Octa A just narrowly missed dirtying a discarded bunch of blue tissue paper before he reached his upperclassman.

“Hold your hand out,” Floyd commanded, his smile stretching.

“O-Okay...?” Octa A obeyed, unsure of what to expect.

“Here you goooo!!”

Floyd dropped something brown, warm, and sticky into the mob student’s palms. Octa A jumped at the strange sensation, his thoughts racing to the conclusion that it was something unsanitary--but when a sweet smell hit his nose and Octa A immediately knew it was chocolate.

“I don’t want it, so you can have it!”

“E-Ehhh?! Y-You’re just going to hand me a bunch of melted chocolate?!”

“Yup! Oh--you can have those too,” Floyd added, jabbing a thumb at a box by Octa A’s feet. “And this, and that... pretty much all of it, ‘cept the one from mom.”

“W-Whaaat?! Th-There’s no way that I can eat all of that...!!”

Jade’s laughter cut in, interrupting the conversation. “My, my, Kon-san. There is no need to fret. You need not consume all these sweets. Feel free to dispose of them as you wish, if that is what you think is best.”

“Th-Throwing them out is just as bad as giving them away!!” Octa A cast a sympathetic look at all the packages. Some thrown open, their guts spilling out, and others left totally untouched by their intended recipients.

“Oh? Whatever do you mean. Please, do enlighten us.”

“Tch. You gonna lecture us, Konbu-chan? This oughta be good.”

“What about... What about the feelings of the people that sent them? If they’re all Valentine’s Day gifts... s-some of them must be confession or friendship chocolates, people pining for you. Y-You can’t just throw away their feelings like that...!!”

The twins exchanged glances with one another, then collectively stared at Octa A. Floyd started first, his slow and steady chortle becoming increasingly raspy and unhinged. Jade followed suit, his gentlemanly chuckle twisting into a composed, yet cruel laugh.

“Wh-What’s so funny?”

“I simply find your naivety fascinating, Kon-san,” Jade replied with a grin. It seemed grossly out of place, given how he had laughed mere moments ago at the notion of discarding emotions.

“We don’t need to accept everything that’s thrown our way, you know~” Floyd cackled, flicking a wrapped truffle across the room. It hit the wall and ricocheted under a table. “Especially when we know all this junk’s from kiss-ups that wanna make it big.”

“H-Huh?” Octa A’s eyebrows knitted together. “What do you mean...?”

“Floyd.” Jade’s voice took on a stricter tone than usual with his twin. “You’ve gone and said too much.”

“Ehhh? It’s fiiine,” Floyd insisted with a pout. “It’s not like any of ‘em will know! And they always do the same thing every year. It’s sooo boring!”

“I understand your sentiments--it does become rather troublesome for us to dispose of these chocolates every year. However, that is a time and place for everything, and this is not one of those times.” Jade’s eyes briefly cut to Octa A before returning to his brother.

Floyd rolled his eyes, shrugged, and returned to delving into boxes.

“Um... S-So what did Floyd-senpai mean by ‘kiss-ups’?” Octa A dared to ask--his curiosity getting the better of him.

Jade heaved a sigh. “... If you really must know, Floyd and I are quite ‘popular’ back home in the Coral Sea. This is due, in part, to our father’s rather successful business enterprise. There are a number of his partners and associates that wish for what the Leech family has.”

He gestured to Floyd, who was still wrestling around with the packages. “Thus, they often attempt to curry favor by sending gifts. The hope is to soften us up to them--but many of them, I suspect, are aiming for a far greater long term prize: our hands in marriage, and therefore near unlimited access to the resources and power that our father wields.”

Octa A paled. Already, he could feel his stomach sinking, and his body temperature turning chilly--as though he had just plunged into an icy sea. He was on the cusp of a dark secret--he felt it in his gut.

“O-Oh... I see... Ahahah... Y-Your family politics sound complicated, Jade-senpai, Floyd-senpai.”

“Indeed, they are.” Jade spoke quietly, his eyes digging into Octa A’s soul. Though the eel still sported a curve to his lips, his gaze lacked warmth. The light seemed to have drained from his irises, leaving them dull and frigid.

Sizing the mob student up--trying to ascertain whether or not Octa A needed to be blackmailed into submission--into silence.

“I trust that you would not dig deeper. It would be rather unfortunate if we lost one of our treasured employees.”

Octa A gulped, nodding vigorously to confirm an unspoken promise to Jade. Then the first year scrambled to make small talk, to change the topic, if only to avoid his vice-dorm leader’s dreadful stare.

“I-It does sound annoying to have people always trying to get your attention. I-I’d just want to live a quiet, peaceful life not getting noticed by too many folks... That way, I can just do what I want.”

“That sounds sooo nice!” Floyd chimed in from the floor. “It sucks when other people try to tell you what to do or how to be, or tryin’ to get you to act how they want! Like, if I’m gonna do something, I’m gonna do it cuz I wanna, not cuz someone else wanted me to.”

“I-I guess...?”

“Ehehe. Konbu-chan gets us! So you’ll take all the chocolate off our hands, right? Riiiight?”

“E-Eh?! I-I mean, I can if it really troubles you so much, senpai--”

“Great! I knew we could count on you~ Here, here, take it all!!” Floyd leapt to his feet and began piling box after box in Octa A’s arms, despite the melted chocolate pooling in the mob student’s palms. Chocolate smeared on the bottom-most box, and Octa A yelped.

“W-Wait...!! P-Please slow down...!!”

“Fufufu. Thank you for your assistance,” came Jade’s voice. Octa A couldn’t see him, since a bunch of boxes now obscured his line of sight, but he was sure that Jade was smirking.

He caught a flash of movement in his periphery. Jade emerged on his left, his olive and gold eyes narrowed--and his mouth, lined with sharp teeth, folded into a perfect smile.

“Did you know, Kon-san? Many people would kill to be in the position that you are in... being able to so casually engage with us on a daily basis,” Jade chuckled, granting the mob student a pat on the back. “Octavinelle is very fortunate to have our full attention, don’t you agree?”

“Y-Yessir...”

#twst #twisted wonderland #Floyd Leech #Jade Leech #Octavinelle A-kun #JustJadelentines2021 #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland scenarios #something no one asked for #spoilers

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The traitor 2/2

Dabi x reader

I really needed to finish this bc I couldn't focus on literally anything but Dabis dick. 🥵

Warnings: 18+, smut, Dabis identity

Part One

Words: 7,864

What’s one word to describe this trip you ask? Nerve-racking, from the moment you left your apartment to the moment you entered the bus. Everything seemed like a blur at this point as you walked through the bus to find the only empty seat next to your target, Bakugou. It’s not exactly guilt you felt, you knew this was inevitable, but you did contemplate the outcome of this.

The League could fail, although that was unlikely from the plan Dabi told you, he could refuse or he could possibly join by some miracle. You haven’t the slightest clue but you were damn sure on one thing, you were gonna do everything in your power to ensure the Leagues success from the shadows. Sitting next to Bakugou you made sure to give him a curt nod as a sort of greeting.

“Haah? What makes you think you can sit there you damn extra?” “What do you want me to do? Stand for how many hours this trip takes? No thanks, if you don’t want to sit next to me then get up and leave.”

That seemed to pop a nerve in the boy, making him shout for a few seconds but ultimately falling silent when Aizawa told him to be quiet. ‘Thank God’ you thought to yourself as you laid back, thinking of ways to get the schedule for the next few days.

You put your headphones on, not wanting to be distracted by any unnecessary noise as your mind slowly drifts off to this morning.

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You woke up to the annoying sound of your alarm clock bursting to life just to make your life a little more miserable. “For fucks sake, who schedules a trip for 6 AM...” You thought, silently groaning at the stiffness in your body. You got up, stretched, did your morning routine of brushing your teeth, combing and styling your hair etc.

Ready to go make yourself breakfast, you certainly didn’t expect Dabi to still be here, let alone fully awake and shirtless in the middle of your kitchen. You discreetly admired his physique from the entrance of the kitchen, gawking at the muscles on his back, flexing every time he reached for something.

‘Holy shit’ you knew Dabi was an attractive and physically fit man, despite his kinda lanky built, but this wasn’t what you were expecting at all. His shoulders and 1/3 of his back are the same charred skin covering his face and chest but what you weren’t expecting was he smooth, pale skin of the rest of his back. The contrast extremely attractive in your eyes as you do nothing but stare and wonder what the front view is like.

As if hearing your thoughts, he turns slightly exposing the well defined muscles of his abdomen. Your eyes drawn immediately to the harsh skin of his collarbone, down the valley of his abs to the exposed, very prominent and very attractive v-line dipping to his most private area.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying the view but it’s not exactly nice to stare so hard for so long unless you’re planning on doing something about it.” Visibly flinching, you turn around, (poorly) hiding your more than flushed cheeks. “Get over y-yourself! I was just wondering why you were still here since you usually leave b-before I wake up.” “Aaw, dollface is so flustered she can’t even look me in the eyes. Don’t be so embarrassed, it’s normal to feel excited after that. You know, I could help with that in no time flat-...”

“OK, OK I GET IT! Shut up and answer my question, what are you still doing here?” You turn to face him, metaphorical steam coming out of your ears at his daring comments. He returns to what he was previously doing, which you now notice is making coffee and a sandwich. “Well I...don’t need to answer that.” He avoids the question completely, taking the 2 cups of coffee and sandwich to the living room table.

“That’s not fair Dabi! My house, my rules. Now answer the question.” Thinking he made a sandwich just for himself, you go to the fridge but stop once he called out to you “It’s your sandwich dumbass, I can’t eat in the mornings...” The last part being whispered as if it’s some secret.

You whipped your head so fast in his direction you’re surprised your neck didn’t snap. “What!? You? Dabi? The leach in my life who comes here just for the food, made something for me?“ You walked to the living room as you looked at him dead in the eyes. You leaned in far too close for his liking with narrowed eyes asking “What did you do to Dabi? Am I still sleeping? Toga, is that you?”

The proximity and teasing enough to slightly fluster him. He pushed at your face with his hand, blocking your view of him as he told you to shut up and eat like a normal person in silence.

You grabbed his hand, giggling as you removed it and agreed to eat while watching TV.

“...I won’t be able to come so often...” He mumbled into the coffee after a few minutes of silence. “Won’t be able to come? What are you talking about?”

“Well, you’re going to be at the camp in a few hours so I won’t be able to see you while you’re there...not to mention if this mission is a success and we get the explosive kid, that means I’ll have to be at the base more to keep watch and whatever. So I stayed today to be with you just a little more...” He said, not lifting his gaze from the TV during that whole monologue.

It now dawns on you, Dabi won’t be able to come in the evenings to spend the nights with you. “Oh” was the only word that left your mouth, unable to comprehend just how much this moment truly proved your feelings towards Dabi.

With a gentle smile on your lips, the slightest pink dusting the corners of your cheeks, you replayed his words over and over like a broken record. The smile on your face growing little by little as you thought of your own parents, who seemingly didn’t want you, just to then have Dabis words replay again and again assuring you there was someone who wanted ‘to be with you just a little more...’

The thought making you leap into his chest for a hug neither of you expected yet both enjoyed. “Uh, you okay Y/N?” He asked, patting you on the head. “Yeah! Can we - Can we just stay like this for a few minutes...please?”

“Sure, doll”

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That was your final interaction with Dabi this morning, shortly after getting up and leaving to go to UA. The moment you closed your door you hoped wholeheartedly you could see him in a few days, unscathed and exactly as you left him.

“Yo, dumbass! Move so I can get off the damn bus.” “Ah Bakugou...always one to ruin the peaceful atmosphere.” You mumble as you grabbed your stuff and got off the bus.

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“No more...” you mumble to yourself after the 8 hour trail down the mountain accompanied by some sort of clay beasts. While no one was paying attention, you quickly shot a text to Tomura with your current location. Your mentors for the duration of the camp, the Pussycats, praise you for the job well done and tell everyone to go to the dining hall for dinner and afterwards, take a bath and relax. The bath was a close call thanks to a certain pervert trying to scale the wall but thanks to the Kota he fell flat in the bath with a most endearing cry of pain, making the sadistic side of you giggle.

The next day was all about quirk training. Aizawa explained that everyone has grown emotionally but now was the time to focus on physical growth. Everyone got set up with personalized training, such as Bakugou dunking his hands in boiling water or Sero producing tape nonstop. You got set up with your own training regime and solely focused on that till about 4 PM - with the exception of a few breaks where you decided to snoop around a bit and ask one of the Pussycats if there were going to be more teachers here later on and the next days activities.

After the excruciating training, everyone was given the task of making dinner for the night, that being curry.

You smiled to yourself as you reminisced on the last time you made curry.

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You made your way home, exhausted and sore from the sparing session you just had with Dabi. He was merciless but you couldn’t deny the immeasurable help he provided, pushing himself and you past your limits after such a tiring day.

You opened the door to your apartment and set what little ingredients you got on the way back. “So Dabi, what do you want to eat?” You asked, expecting him to ramble on and on about some complicated meals, forcing you to make a whole feast.

“Curry.” The one word response had you looking at him with an eyebrow raised. “That’s it? Just curry?” “Yeah, got a problem with it or something?” He questioned, sitting on the couch with you following shortly. “No, not at all. I was just expecting something...more?” “You want me to name more? Ok, let’s start with-...”

“No, no. Too late now, I’m gonna go make the best damn curry you’ve ever had in your life.” You jump up before he can get a word in and head straight for the kitchen.

He looked at the direction you ran off to, a small smile making it’s way on his face as he thought of the enthusiasm you displayed just to cook some food. He’d never tell you, but the only reason he asked for just curry is because it was easier to make, filling and took less time. He knew you were exhausted, mentally (from the meeting with HandMan) and physically (from your intense training session), so he wanted to lessen the burden. This is when he truly began to care for someone again, to care for their well-being. The thought putting an even bigger smile on his face.

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Somewhere in the distance, on a cliff overlooking the whole forest lay 4 villains. 2 who you were very familiar with, that being Dabi and Toga. The last 2 you’ve never met before (thanks to your decrease in bar visits). One stood tall with a mask covering his face and a cloak covering his whole body from head to toe while the other had some sort of gasmask.

“Throbbing, it’s throbbing. Let’s hurry up already” The one with a mask covering his face said, antsy to start a fight. “Need I remind you Muscular of the one person you can’t fight?” Dabi asked, turning with a glare towards the said villain.

“Some (hair color and length) haired bitch with (eye color) eyes, riiight? What does it matter if I fight her? If I just passed her wouldn’t it seem suspicious? How about I break a few bones for good measure?” He taunted with a shit eating grin adorning his face. “Do that and I burn you till there's nothing left, not even ashes...” Dabi answered with full confidence, knowing he could easily cremate him - even with his quirk.

He scoffed, side-eyeing him. “What’s even the deal with her? Is she your personal slut or something? If she’s here, that means she’s a hero or student right? And I came here to fuck up every hero, present or future.”

Dabi, just about having enough of his ‘colorful’ language towards you turns but gets cut of by Toga. “Oh don’t be silly, how do you think we know the location of the camp? She’s the traitor amongst them.”

“Exactly, so we are currently here waiting for her to send a message about tomorrows activities and the attack plan.” Dabi monotonously to everyone he was already forming a plan to keep him as far away from you as possible.

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A new morning dawns and a new day of quirk training begins. Everyone resumed their training like normal except you who was more than visibly nervous thanks to the attack happening this evening at the test of courage.

By some miracle, you were able to locate a schedule left behind by one of the Pussycats detailing how after dinner there was going to be a test where Class B will try to scare Class A to prove their courage and creatively use their quirks. It seemed like the perfect opportunity given that Bakugou will be with one person in the middle of the woods without any teachers nearby.

When the time came you were paired up with Midoriya to be the last pair to enter the woods.

‘Perfect’ There was no better scenario, you will be able to go to the cabin in no time once the students will be inevitably forbidden to fight unless there was a need for it.

The fifth team, Uraraka and Tsuyu, have just left into the forest leaving you, Midoriya, Ojiro, Mineta, Iida, Koji and the Pussycats.

You’ve sort of isolated yourself from the group because you couldn’t act like everything's fine while in reality you were practically shaking with nerves. The problem was, you weren’t afraid for your well being, you were terrified for Dabis. You knew he was a more than capable fighter since you have sparred with him on more than one occasion but that still did little to ease your nerves.

Just as you were about to question what’s taking them so long you felt a harsh scent of black smoke in the air.

‘Ah, only Dabi can create such a fire to the point of instantly calming my nerves with the warmth it spreads.’ you thought as your attention was brought back by Pixie-bob’s head being smashed into the ground thanks to Magne, and Spinners instantaneous voice breaking the silence.

Game on...

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As instructed by the Pussycats you, Iida, Mineta, Koji and Ojiro ran towards the camp where you would have no other part in this attack. Your nerves for Dabi were hidden by the fact everyone thought it was because of the villains. You no longer needed to hide the fact you were shaking, eyes wide as saucers and slowly tearing up as you ran full speed trying to get away from the situation behind you.

Just a little more

Just a little...

“SENSEI!” The boys yelled for Aizawa the moment they saw the villain he pinned down...the same villain you hopped was far, far away from here...

“D-dabi...” You muttered, way behind anyone to hear as you stopped the moment the clearing came into view. ‘It can’t be...’ The thought of can and can’t leaving your mind the moment his head turned in your direction, making direct eye contact for just a second. In that second you clearly saw Dabis gorgeous teal eyes looking at you as if he didn’t expect you to be here.

You started heaving, chest rising up and down rapidly as you processed the scene in front of you. What was he doing here? You specifically warned him about Aizawa and that he couldn’t possibly fight him one on one. Dabi wasn’t the physical type, he relied on his quirk too much making him unable to fight someone like Aizawa for he would lose fast and hard.

You gulped feeling bile rise to your throat as you thought of your next move. No way...no way were you letting Dabi get caught. It would cost you your cover but you didn’t care. Taking a step closer, you decided to use the element of surprise to shock Aizawa with a simple attack, enough to distract him so you and Dabi could escape.

Before that could happen, Dabi used Aizawas shock at your arrival to get out of his hold and stand up. “This is as much damage as I can take, huh?” What did he mean by...that?

“Hey hero...” The capturing weapon gets tighter around him until it goes right threw him, revealing that the Dabi Aizawa was fighting was nothing more than a clone. “Are your students important?” He asked whilst looking at him straight in the eyes and disappearing into nothing but some brown sludge on the ground.

You couldn’t believe it...you almost blew your cover for a fucking clone...

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“Ah, dollface what took you so long?” Dabi asks as you enter the bar in full disguise - a hood covering your hair and a mask covering 3/4 of your face. It’s a pretty simple porcelain mask covering the top half of your face and half of your mouth with a complex pattern around the eyes. You even bought a voice-changer for this specific ‘guest’ of yours so he wouldn’t recognize you.

“Had some trouble after the mission” You answered, your voice (deeper/higher) than normal and a bit more mature-sounding. You walked up to Bakugou, chained to the chair like some sort of animal, examining for any injuries received during the attack. He lowly growled his disapproval for your proximity and told you to back off, which you complied to. Stepping to the farthest corner of the room away from everyone else you sat there while Tomura had a chat with him.

After a while it got extremely boring just hearing constant ‘join us’ and ‘no’-s. “What’s got you so moody doll? You haven’t even said hi.” Dabi whispered as he leaned on the wall close to you.

“Nothing Dabi, I’m just not in the mood to talk.” Was your only response as you got up and made your way to the back of the bar. “Say, Bakugou-kun. Do you want anything to eat? Drink? You haven’t had anything in a while now, and the situation surely can’t be helping that”

“I don’t want anything your shitty ass makes, it would probably taste like crap anyways.” As if on cue, his stomack faintly growls signaling his obvious hunger. You rolled your eyes taking the simple sandwich you made to stand in front of him.

“Look Bakugou-kun. You can either eat this sandwich you watched me make so you could be assured I didn’t spike it, or you can sit there hungry until you starve. Your choice.” “And how am I supposed to eat with my hand completely restrained dumbass?”

“Aaw, does the baby want me to feed him then?” “FUCK NO YOU CUNT!” You giggled to yourself, amused at how Bakugou could be in this situation yet be so feisty at the same time.

During the whole conversation Dabi looked at you and him spitefully. So you didn’t want to talk to him yet you can joke with the brat like it’s second nature? He fumed on the inside yet kept quite as Shigaraki had something to say.

“That’s enough out of you (villain name). Leave it at the table and sit down.” You huffed yet complied as you sat in your previous position near Dabi. “So what was that about?” He tried to ask, emotionless as ever. “What was what about?” You ask, avoiding his burning gaze at the side of your face.

“That? You refuse to speak to me and immediately after hang around the brat as if he were your boyfriend. Mind telling me what I did so wrong for this sort of treatment?” It was subtle, but you could detect a hint of annoyance in his voice. This made you angrier and more annoyed than you previously were. What right did he have to be upset with you?

“Oh, I don’t know Dabi.” You sarcastically said as his name dripped like poison from your lips. “Maybe it was the fact you didn’t bother to tell me you had Twice make clones to distract Eraser. Or the fact I almost blew my cover trying to rescue a goddamn clone!” You whisper shouted, making sure no one but him caught the last part.

Meanwhile Tomura was giving Bakugou some speech about how corrupt hero society really is. You didn’t really pay attention thanks to the anger slowly boiling in your veins towards the man in front of you.

“Is that all? Really? You’re an idiot if you planned to do something as stupid as try to help ‘me’ escape, even if that wasn’t a clone.” His jealousy and anger ranting before the logical side of his brain could speak as he glared at you with anger, confusion and a hint of sadness. “I didn’t know you were going to retreat back to the camp. For all I knew, you were around the explosive kid over there. Was that why you were so apposed to this mission, you didn’t want us kidnapping your little boyfriend and him finding out the truth?”

Taken aback you do nothing but look at him as Tomura says to let Bakugou go (his order not reaching your ears because of your own conversation). He ignored him and simply told Twice to do it as he was still expecting an answer from you.

“I can’t believe it...you know full well why I rejected this plan and it was NOT for something so - so implausible.” You shake your head as your voice cracks at the end of the sentence.

“And what do you mean that’s all? I was scared for you, I actually believed you went to fight Eraser on your own. I wanted to help you because I care for you, I couldn’t possibly see you behind bars knowing I could’ve prevented it!”

“I never asked for you to care for me!” He didn’t even let you finish your little rant, slowly loosing what little patience he had, his calm-ish charade cracking. “There is no reason why you would waste your time with that and risk all the time you put into...infiltrating them.” He whispered the last part as he noticed several eyes drawn to the conversation.

“No...reason?” You looked at him in disbelief “Of course there’s a reason! I could never NOT care for you” Your voice, along with you agitation, slowly went higher as the sentence continued. “WHY? Why would you care enough to risk everything?!” He followed your lead, voice getting louder.

“BECAUSE I THINK I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!”

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You could literally hear a pin drop at the end of your outburst. Everyone looked at you two. Even Shigaraki, who was now in front of an unrestrained Bakugou - who took advantage of the moment and set off an explosion right in his face, causing ‘father’ to be knocked off.

Everyone looked mortified, you most of all for both your outburst and the new development in Bakugous case, knowing that he was most likely going to get killed now.

“My bad for ruining the moment but I’ve listened to his endless talking long enough. Idiots can’t get to the point so they’re always talking for a long time. Basically you mean ‘We wanna harass people, so please join us,’ right?”

Oh he was soo fucked.

But what surprised you the most was the fact Shigaraki didn’t attack. No, he even ordered to not even touch him. Was this really Shigaraki? In any other situation he would instantly decay any person that dares touch ‘father’ let alone knock him off his face. He just calmly picked up ‘father’, placed it on his face and continued to talk. Has he...matured?

You though in complete disbelief, forgetting your outburst from a minute ago. But the person beside you refused to look away from your side profile, even to see Shigarakis next actions.

‘In love’ being the only phrase in his mind.

While there was a stare down happening between Shigaraki and Bakugou, a knock sounded from the door.

“Hello, this is Pizza-La, Camino store.”

You raised an eyebrow in suspicion as you looked around the room. “The fuck? Who ordered piz-...”

You weren’t even able to finish you question when a loud and obnoxious “SMAAASH!” was heard throughout the bar as, low and behold, All Might comes crashing threw the wall, throwing debris in every which direction making it impossible to see for a few seconds due to the dust that came along with it.

Those few seconds proved incredibly important as you weren’t able to see a piece of brick flying straight for your face, cracking your mask almost down the middle, barely keeping itself up at that point. The breeze that accompanied almost threw your hood down but thankfully Dabi was there to secure it into place. You looked at him, being reminded of your earlier mistake but quickly focused on the battle as Kamui Woods came next and captured everyone.

As Dabi was focusing on setting the trees on fire he didn’t notice Gran Torino who instantly knocked him out with a single kick. You screamed out his name, your voice-changer not functioning as your scream cracked in the middle, revealing your real voice for a second.

When Kurohiri tried to summon the Nomu waiting in the secret location, he was unable to teleport them as they seemed to be missing from their usual spot. Next he tried to teleport everyone out but was promptly knocked out by Edgeshot who seemed prepared for his next move.

‘No’...You were surrounded, unable to lift a finger and your mask slowly cracking and sliding down your face. ‘What now..think Y/N, think...’

“Didn’t I tell you earlier that it’d be in your best interest to stay put?” Gran Torino said as he began calling out every villain in the bar.

...Kenji Hikiiski

...Atsuhiro Sako

...Shuicki Iguchi

...Himiko Toga

...Jin Bubaigawara

You waited with bated breath...waited for your own name to be called out, maybe even Dabis but that’s where the list ended. ‘That’s it? That means they don’t know who I am just yet.’ The ray of hope diminishing the moment you realized the condition of your mask, as soon as it falls off every single person in the room will know your identity. Your heartbeat began to pick up it’s pace, panic setting in.

You looked around the room, trying to think of something...anything! that could possibly help in this situation. Your focus breaking the moment Tomura shouted ‘I hate you’ towards the no.1 hero.

Grayish-black liquid encompassed everyone in the bar, including yourself. ‘The Hell?! What is this?’ You thought panicking even more until Tomura mumbled on word.

‘Master?’ You questioned...MASTER, OF COURSE!

Relief set in at the thought of master saving you, looking over at Dabi you couldn’t help the serene close of your eyes the moment you saw him getting teleported as well. Thank God.

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You fell to the ground with a thud as you looked at your surroundings. Everyone was here, including Bakugou, with master standing in the front speaking to Tomura. You quickly looked around spotting Dabi on the ground, laying still unconscious.

Quickly picking yourself of the ground you made your way to Dabi, picking his head up and laying it on your thighs so he could be somewhat comfortable, even if he wasn’t awake yet. However, you felt your mask cracking completely and falling to the ground. You quickly set your gaze downwards before Bakugou could get a look at your face, thankfully he seemed to be preoccupation with starring at master, a quite intimidating man who, by the looks of it, defeated 3 pro’s by himself, including the no.4 hero Best Jeanist.

Discreetly, you tugged on Mr. Compresses pant leg. “Atsuhiro, I know this isn’t the best time to ask, but could you give me your mask?” You ask whilst taking a peak at him to show him your mask completely broke.

“Of course, Y/N. Here.” He whispered back, handing you his mask. You mumbled your thanks as you looked at master who was having his own monologue.

“You’re here, after all, aren’t you?” ‘Oh for fucks sake, it isn’t over yet?’

Like an instant headache, All Might comes swooping in from the sky, attacking master instantly. Toga comes to you, protecting you since you couldn’t use your quirk with All Might and Bakugou here...plus the few uninvited guests behind a wall of debris. This just got a whole lot more interesting.

You let Atsuhiro use his quirk on Dabi whilst you took the pearl, securing it in your small weapons carrier you had for these types of situations. As instructed, everyone began attacking Bakugou hopping to recapture him.

While you were in the air thanks to some attack strategies you planned out with the rest a while back, you noticed Midoriya, Kirishima, Iida and Todoroki getting ready to execute some sort of plan to get to Bakugou. You landed just in time to see them propell themselves using Midoriyas quirk and then using Iidas boosters on Todorokis ice to fly high and fast. Kirishima yelled for Bakugou to come to them - which he did.

Ah, a truly brilliant strategy to save Bakugou whilst not engaging in head to head battle. You noticed Todoroki and Yaoyorozu making a quick escape but only smirked as you watched them leave. A sort of apology from you to them.

Since there was no longer a reason to stay, master urged us to leave, forcing Magnes unconscious body to propel every male towards you and Himiko, who were conveniently placed in front of the portal he forced Kurogiri to make a few minutes prior.

‘Well, this is gonna hurt’ You thought as 3 guys came crashing into you full force.

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Dabi suddenly awoke with a searing headache, he couldn’t focus on his surroundings let alone remember what happened the moment prior to him pacing out.

“Good morning, here are some painmeds if the headache gets worse and the water is next to the bed on the table. I’ll be coming back every hour to check up on you, so don’t worry, get some rest and sleep it off.” You quickly mumbled as you noticed Dabi was finally awake after a few hours of taking care of him and non-stop worrying. Before he could make sense of the situation, you quickly left the room to go God knows where.

As he was left alone for a few seconds he finally remembered what happened a few hours prior, the old geezer of a hero knocked him out when he was about to burn the restraints off everyone. He looked around the room, noticing he was in a unfamiliar surrounding. A black blanket covering his form, a small work desk not even 2 meters away from him and a wardrobe on the opposite end of the room.

After analyzing his surrounding he remembered your brief words to him before your departure, everything slowly falling into place. He got injured so you took him to your apartment and cared for him until he awoke.

He also remembered your last conversation, or rather confession. He knew he needed to go to you and make sense of the whole situation but he was unable to get off the bed as he felt something restraining his left arm.

Handcuffs - kinky, but currently not appreciated.

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For the past 2 hours you’ve been in the kitchen making all sorts of dishes just to pass the time and make up excuses not to go to your room. It’s been fun while it lasted but you couldn’t avoid this any more, what ere you going to do? Starve him to avoid him?

You made your way to the room, a millimeter away from the doorknob, second-guessing this whole thing. You turned around to leave and buy yourself another hour but a voice was heard on the other side of the door.

“You know, it’s quite rude to say you’ll be back in an hour and then leave for 2.”

‘Fuck’ was your sole thought as you entered the room, completely unaware of his expression as you looked to the foot of the bed, avoiding his gaze as much as possible.

“Sorry...the food took a bit more time to prepare than I thought” You mumbled as you made your way to the table near his bed, placing everything neatly and getting ready to leave.

As you turned around he grabbed you with his left arm, stopping you in your tracks. “You know we need to talk dollface.” He said as he pulled you a little closer to the bed.

“What’s there to talk about Dabi? I made a fool of myself in front of the whole League and practically yelled something neither of us was ready to hear... - wait” You exclaimed as soon as you noticed something was off. “Didn’t I cuff your left hand to the bed-?”

As soon as the thought left you he yanked you completely onto the bed, trapping you between himself and the mattress. Comfortably straddling your legs and cuffing both of your arms, in record time, to the bed frame so you couldn't struggle.

“ThE Hell are you DOing?” Your voice comes out as a shriek due to the immense surprise you felt in that predicament.

“Dabi, gEt off! You’re heavy and this is NOT the time to tease me” Tears formed in your eyes and your cheeks felt as if they were on fire, your struggling coming to an end once you realized he wasn’t budging. You gazed at his face, biting your tongue in anticipation for his next move.

He moved even closer if that was possible, looking at you straight in the eyes as your breath caught in your throat.

“What do you mean ‘you think’ you’re in love with me?”

Being caught off guard by the unexpected question, you just dumbly hummed a quiet ‘huh?’

“You said it earlier loud and clear, ‘I think I’m in love with you’, are you not sure Y/N?” The moment he used your real name instead of doll or dollface, you knew he was completely serious, no hint of sarcasm or malice laced in his voice as he kept on starring at your wide eyes.

His eyes encouraged you, silently begging for an answer as you moved your gaze away from him - a distraught look on your face.

“I...don’t know...” He slowly backed off, ready to get off you at your short response. “I get it...” But you continued before he could uncuff you and leave.

“I don’t know what it’s like to love someone! I- I have never had parental love, no friends and I certainly don’t know what it’s like to have romantic feelings since no one ever knew me and fully accepted me for me!” You quickly responded with your eyes closed, fearing his expression.

“Every time someone tried to talk to me I immediately thought ‘What if they find out I’m a villain, what if they don’t listen to my reasoning and stab me in the back the moment I turn around?’ I’m afraid of people abandoning me as soon as it gets dangerous! I can’t go threw that, not again!“ You quietly sob as one of your eyes opened, unable to see Dabi clearly threw the tears.

“But not you, you protected me and cared for me. I don’t want you to leave, I don’t want you to hate me. I love it when you break into my apartment, I love it when you eat with me, I love it when you train with me, I love it when you accidentally fall asleep on me, I love your perverted comments and even your complaints,

I love YOU Dabi!”

You finished, finally looking at him straight in the eyes to make your point clear.

“That’s stupid” was his only response as he leaned backwards, sitting upright with a look you couldn’t describe. Baffled, you were unable to respond, feeling empty. You wish you could cry but you stared at him unblinkingly, asking why he thought it was ‘stupid’.

“You say I know everything important in your life, your past, your present. And you’re right. I care for you deeply, more than I’d like to admit, I want for you to succeed, I want you to be happy because of all I know about you. But that doesn’t go both ways.” You could only stare at him as he continued his monologue.

“ I have a lot more baggage than you’re ready for, doll. You claim to love me when you know nothing about me, not even my name.”

“So let me get to know you.” Was your simple answer. “You’re right, I don’t know your past but I do know you now. You’re a firm believer in Stains ideology, you prefer spicy over sweet and you snore when you sleep.” You giggle at the end, remembering the first time you were there when he slept.

“I know there’s a lot I don’t know about you, but I’m willing to put in the effort to try. I want to get to know you Dabi and I want to help carry that baggage you so desperately need help with, that is, if you’re willing to give me a chance?”

“I was hoping you’d say something so cheesy.” Without missing a beat, his lips smashed ageings yours with fervor and a clear goal in mind to show you just how much he cares.

The different texture creating an almost intoxicating feeling, but of course, a simple peck was no good in his book. He tugged at your bottom lip as you complied almost instantly. His tongue invaded your mouth, creating incredible friction with his tongue piercing you didn’t know he had.

The longer the kiss lasted the faster his hands started roaming your body, every dip and every curve being explored with his abnormally warm hands. You wanted nothing more than to return the favor but unfortunately your hands were tied to the bed and no matter how much you struggled you couldn’t get free.

“D-Dabi...” You said in between impossibly short breaks he took for air. “Uncuff me, hah, I want- I want to touch you too.” You pleaded with a fog in your eyes, not being able to focus on anything other than the man in front of you - who situated himself between your legs during your little request.

“Not a chance doll, do you know what you did to me every time you teased me, even as a joke? Well now it’s payback time.” He finished whilst simultaneously sliding your shirt up to your hands, revealing your chest clad in nothing but a deep purple bra.

He went straight for your neck with a goal to leave the biggest and darkest mark humanly possible. He bit down, sucked and licked every surface your neck had to offer, leaving a few dark bruises in his wake. He bit down particularly hard on a spot just bellow your collarbone, breaking your silence as you let out a barely audible gasp and mewl.

He thrived on the thought that you didn’t mind some pain with your pleasure, smirking sadistically as you tried to ignore the hard-on that was pressing against your thigh. But the more you wiggled and squirmed the more prominent the bulge got, pressing higher and higher.

His hands move stealthily, agonizingly slowly against your chest and over to the back where he proceeded to remove it by burning the straps off. His knuckles barely brush against your now bare nipples as he eased his way down, truly a tease. He took a moment to look at your eyes, piercing blue staring at crystal (eye color). His eyes displayed nothing but dominance and a need for pure, white hot pleasure, you’d shiver if it wasn’t for the overbearing heat coming from his body and actions.

He smiles lazily, his hands withdrawing completely and to your sides where he leans a bit over you to look at you straight in the eyes.

“Tell me princess, what do you want next?” He husks right into your ear as you put no thought in your answer. “Anything, I don’t care what you do just as long as you make me come.”

“That’s not very specific doll, use your words and pick one - tongue or fingers” He situated himself back between your legs, taking off your shorts and (not so subtly) stares at your matching lingerie, taking in the dark spot with an ever growing smirk. “How about both?”

“Now that’s an answer I like.” His palms slowly drag up your calves as he places kisses along your thighs, getting closer and closer to the spot you wanted, needed the most. His fingers inch up higher and higher, under your lingerie, kneading the flesh of your ass. His tongue trails along your lower lips, getting only a taste of what’s to come.

You roll your hips to meet the sway of his tongue, feeling his fingers slide between the straps of your underwear, dragging it down in one quick movement. “Dabi...” You try to distract him from his starring as he lowers his head, immediately lapping up the slick that accumulated during his previous ministrations. You moan his name again, albeit louder than you previously thought you could.

He pokes his tongue against your entrance, slowly entering you with the mission to taste as much as his tongue would allow him. You’re moans increasing in volume once his tongue left your entrance and decided to tease your swollen bundle of nerves just above it.

What you weren’t prepared for was a singe digit making it’s way to your entrance, going in knuckle deep on the first go. “Fuck” You half moaned, half whined. You weren’t used to such an intrusion, his fingers being much larger and much longer than your own. You couldn’t deny the pleasure that started accumulating the more he moved his finger at an unforgiving pace and lapped up your clit as if it was the last time he could.

As time passed he added more fingers until he finally got to 3. By that time, the coil slowly building up was ready to burst and make for an unimaginable orgasm. You were moaning his name as if it was the only word you knew which, for the moment, wasn’t incorrect.

The moment he felt your walls constricting he quickly got up, leaving you empty and needy. He was even cruel enough to hold your legs apart so you wouldn’t even be able to rub your thighs together, he only watched as your walls tightened around nothing.

“Dabi, you jackass!” was your only reply, along with whines of protest as he got up and undressed himself completely - making a little show of his last piece of garment. Your whines and complaints instantly getting caught in your throat as you looked at the picture-perfect image in front of you. His scars perfectly contrasting his healthy skin. Your eyes wondering lower and lower until you got to the godly sight of his fully erect and weeping with precum cock. Drool practically pooling at the back of your throat as you looked at the image before you. His cock wasn’t really anything special when it came to length, but the part that got you wide eyed was the sheer girth of it and the Jacob’s ladder running from the base to the tip accompanied with a prince albert piercing at the very tip of his manhood.

“Aren’t you glad you waited Y/N? Would you have rather came around my fingers or around my cock?” He teased, fully aware of your sole concentration on his girth. “Say, I’m getting a little dizzy doll, how ‘bout you take the lead?” You fervently nodded your head, eager to have him fully sheathed inside you, not carrying about the position as long as you could get off. “Good girl” was his only response as he took the handcuffs off you.

Without missing a beat you grabbed him by the shoulders, flipping your positions and setting his back against the headboard so you could comfortably straddle his lap. He tried to tease you about your neediness but ultimately failed as you ground your hips against him, making you both sigh in a short lived relief. It felt like an explosion behind your eyes, getting all the confidence you needed just from his faint growls.

His chest is pressed against yours, nipples rubbing on rough skin creating friction almost too much to bare. Fuck, you really needed more.Your heart pounds against your ribcage, creating an almost painful sensation as you start another lewd kiss, teeth clashing and tongues meeting in the middle.

His hand lands on your hip, the other teasing your folds apart as you get ready for the main event. The tip presses against your entrance, piercing creating an indescribable feeling as you slowly descent. You can feel yourself heavily breathing, pussy throbbing at the stretch of his girth.

Obviously he had a hard time keeping still as he almost breaks the skin of his lips. ‘No more waiting’ was your single though as you began a faster pace, bouncing on his cock, feeling stretched beyond belief. At the first sign of your pleasure, he began slamming upwards, matching the descent of your hips. You were sure the vice like grip he had on your hips would leave pretty noticeable marks but that was currently the last of your problems.

The feeling of his piercings rubbing against your velvety walls accompanied by the undeniable pleasure you felt as he hit the deepest spots inside of you was enough to make you moan akin to a pornstar. The look on your face, the sounds you made and the feeling of your iron tight grip had him slamming you faster, harder.

“FucK, Dabi! I-I want to come! So, sO badly” you’re moaning, mumbling words of praise to the man beneath you. He doesn’t react much except for quite, deep groans. But you didn’t mind at all, attaching your lips once more for a short kiss as you continued moaning his name like a broken record.

Your mouth doesn’t stop trembling as you scream out a final ‘Dabi’, collapsing into his chest as he continues chasing his own high. He pulls out, finishing in his hand and a little bit of it ending on your lower back, neither of you minding as he quickly cleans it and lays on his side with you comfortably in his arms, facing away from him.

“I love you Dabi, I truly do.” were your final words as you closed your eyes. What you didn’t expect was for him to continue.

“Touya...call me Touya”

You were confused for a second until you realized ‘Ah, that must be his real name.’ You wished to continue the conversation, but the exhaustion finally hit you all at once so you were only able to mumble a quite ‘Allright, I love you Touya...’

He wasn’t sure if you heard him when he said ‘I love you too Y/N’ but that didn’t matter now. He could say it all he wants from now on.

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daddychims · 4 years

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Offside Pt15

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15

Series Masterlist!

Genre: Smut, Soccer AU, College AU

Pairings: Soccer Player! Jungkook X Sports Trainer! Reader

Word Count: 2k

Other BTS members all make a cameo as well because I’m an OT7 Trash!

You work as a sports trainer, providing basic first aid and injury management for the Hanguk University’s soccer team. Going with your mundane life of caring for the dozen of guys hurting themselves in the soccer game takes a turn when one of the guys catches your eyes. It’s not his breathtakingly good looks or his muscular athletic body usually seducing girls at the campus that catches your eyes. But the action plan in your kit, indicating he is diagnosed with Asthma is what draws your eyes time and time again to the Golden Boy of Hanguk University.

Warning: Slow burn, eventual smut, Taehyung being a freaking tease the whole time, Also Jimin not letting the female MC live for one day, Fuckboy!Jungkook, Asthmatic! Jungkook , mentions of episodes of Asthma, Take your Ventolin kids, Take your medications kids!

P.S. the final member made a cameo (or should I say honorary mention?) , everyone please welcome Mr Min Yoongi!

“Do I get to finally taste some of your placebo effect?”

You watch as the guy’s lips curls on one side to a slight smirk, pushing you against the doorframe and locking you between his half naked figure and the frame

“J-Jimin,” you gasp pushing against the guy’s bare chest “I need to wash up before dinner!”

“My dinners served right here,” he retorts as he presses his forehead against yours “Where would I go when my full course meal is standing right here ready for me to eat her up.”

“Jimin,” you scold in an authoritative tone “Joon and Jiwoo are waiting for us!”

“Babe, why are you so tense, you just gotta let go and indulge a bit,” he sighs as he moves his head down to your chin, pressing a gentle kiss on the soft skin under your lips “, my tongue skills has never disappointed anyone and you’re not gonna be a first!”

You gulp as a rush of arousal shoots between your legs, biting your lips to deny the temptations of giving in to the guy’s seductive words but the earlier images of Jungkook warning you against Jimin tugs on your heart.

“I’m hungry,” you reply firmly, shifting to move away from him and watch him part his lips to respond but you immediately predict his next words “and not hungry for you Park! LIKE GENIUNLY HUNGRY!”

“Fine, I don’t know if you heard but the menu is my delicious chicken curry,” He chuckles, his moon shaped eyes disappearing as he moves away from you “I’ll let you go on one condition!”

“What?” you raise an eyebrow

“Joonie hyung said you give killer massages,” he smirks viciously “and our club’s physio thinks I would really benefit from some massage.”

“You’re telling me none of your booty calls are capable of rubbing your neck for you!” you roll your eyes as you walk to the sink to wash your hand

“They’re just good at rubbing one off, but not really my neck” he rests his hand on the doorframe “somewhere down south!”

You glance at him pointing at his dick which the towel is doing a mediocore job of hiding and roll your eyes “Off course they would!” you snicker as you turn the tap off and move to walk pass him

“So, are we on?” He asks as he follows you, not caring that he’s about to walk in the living room literally half naked “Am I getting one of your killer massages or not?”

“I’ll see,” you turn around stopping him as you face him “If you behave, like a good boy,” A slight smile plasters on your lips as your hands travels to his blonde hair to stroke the silky strands “then I might consider.”

“Mhmmm,” he raises an eyebrow, “So you’re into good boys huh?” his eyes darken as he takes a step forward and murmurs “Then why the fuck were you messing around with a guy like Yoongi Hyung?”

Your eyes widen and you immediately step back, expression hardening but he stops you by holding around your waist “How-How do you know?”

“Relax,” he soothes “Yoongi Hyung was SNU soccer team’s wildcard before setting off for nationals,” he explains softly “Hanguk’s Nerd and SNU’s Jock, your story is one of the campus favourite love stories.”

“Failed love story,” you correct with a cold tone “If you haven’t heard the ending, I’ll let tell you, Min Yoongi cheated on me,” you add with a tone dripping with venom “Which was a good lesson for me to not mess around with guys like him anymore!”

“Mhmm guys like him …” Jimin’s voice trails off as he stares at you for a few seconds in silence, as if he’s trying to figure you out “Explains why you’ve been playing so hard to get!”

“Now you know Park,” you flash a bitter smile “Keep it moving and go make your love story with another girl,” you hesitate before adding “One that is still stupid enough to believes there is a happy ending with guys like you and Min Yoongi.”

You turn on your heels but his words stop you “I just want my massage,” he calls and you look back at him with an annoyed expression “I’ll be a good boy!” he throws his hand up in the air as a sign of succumbing to you

“Get dressed and let’s have dinner first!”

“Yes Ma’am.” He salutes with a naughty tone before running down the hallway like a little boy

You sigh and turn around towards the living room where Jiwoo and Joon are already indulging in the chicken curry Jimin cooked

“Hurry up,” Joon calls with mouth full of food “It’s getting cold, where is Park?”

“Getting dressed,” you mutter through gritted teeth “maybe you should have told me he’s naked in the shower when I was heading to bathroom.”

“Sorry I forgot,” he shrugs as he jams another mouthful of rice and curry in his mouth “It’s not like you don’t see naked guys at you at work all the time.”

“So …” Jiwoo interrupts as you scoop some curry into your plate “You and Jeon huh?”

“JOON!” You cry and the guy immediately chokes on his food, developing a coughing fit immediately “You’re fucking useless!” you cry in rage

“don’t scold him,” Jiwoo glares at you as he hands a cup of water to her boyfriend “you’re useless for not telling me that you’re about to get some of that Golden dick? Why? You thought I’ll ask you to share?”

“Hey Hey,” Joon knocks on the table with a raspy voice, scolding Jiwoo “You young lady, you’re not thirsting over dick when I’m sitting here all healthy and ready to serve you!”

“I was just saying,” Jiwoo rolls her eyes “The point is this little snake is fucking Hanguk’s Golden Dick and is not telling me- “

“who’s fucking Hanguk’s Golden dick?” Jimin walks in the living room and you immediately motion to Jiwoo to shut up

“Nothing, this curry is actually good- “you try to change the subject, but your dense friend is clueless to your effort

“She’s fucking Hanguk’s golden dick,” Jiwoo motions to you explaining to Jimin “AKA Jeon Jungkook!”

“Oh,” Jimin nods, glancing at you “Interesting, last time I asked her she denied!”

“Wait, how did you know?” Joon asks with a confused tone

“Last time we were playing billiard, Jeon was eating her up with his eyes,” Jimin explains with a casual tone “Then he and his stupid friend pulled this shit of betting with me over driving her home,” he hesitates as he munches on his bread “the guy’s pretty aggressive!”

“Didn’t I tell you to take her home?” Joon throws a piece of bread at Jimin before glancing at you “So this has been going for a while!”

“First of all, I can get my ass home just fine, you don’t need to assign your minions to take care of me,” you glance at Jimin and quickly mutter “Second of all, NOTHING HAS BEEN GOING ON! Just because you all can’t keep your coochie in your pants like some hormonal teenagers doesn’t mean I can’t either!”

“They’re boning,” Jimin immediately replies following your statement

“I agree,” Jiwoo reaches to high five him “The fact that she’s denying it so hard, proves it all more!”

“I don’t care if you’ve fucked him or not,” Joon adds “You’re stopping it right here, right now!” he warns before glancing at Jimin “And you, next time I assign you to take care of her, you stick to her and don’t leave her side until I say so.”

“Yes Captain,” Jimin’s grin widens as he wraps his arms around you “Got the field all covered, Jeon wouldn’t even get past the midfield to make the goal.”

“I am doing just fine not boning Jeon,” you swat his hand away as you glare at your best friend “Also it’s not like your little minion is any better than Jeon!”

“Darling, I’m sitting right here,” Jimin raises an eyebrow “That’s the second time you’ve insulted my height and I can only take so much.”

“You called me a field like I’m some sort of a fucking ball game!” you spit back at the guy in disbelief

“This is why I’m not worried about him,” Joon chimes in “You two probably kill each other before actually get to the action. In my risk analysis he’s less dangerous than Jeon at this point.”

“Your risk analysis can suck my non-existent dick!” you throw a napkin at him

“I don’t care what you say,” Joon declares firmly “Jeon is a no no, I can lend you the whole SNU’s soccer club if you need to get laid, but Jeon is too risky for you. Stay away from him.”

“Thanks for the advice grandpa,” you roll your eyes “Keep your SNU boys to yourself.”

“You can always have me all to yourself baby,” Jimin leans in to whisper against your ears when you bring the knife up close to him

“Behave Park! I have a knife in my hand!”

You sigh as he laughs and shifts away from you and all of you continue eating your dinner in peace.

You look at the guy gasping for air as he crouches down against the wall, your shaking hands immediately looking through your kit as you find the can of supplemental oxygen and rush back to him. You don’t know how you got yourself to the office when the coach told you Jeon left the game half time because he wasn’t feeling well and asked you to check on him before Dr. Kim arrives because it looked kind of serious.

You immediately made a phone call to Dr Kim as you ran with your life to the office where you hoped you’d find the guy. When you entered the office you found the guy plastered against the wall, coughing for his life, his lips parted and gasping for air, a layer of sweat on his forehead and tears in his eyes sending you to a full on panic on all the sign and symptoms of a fight or flight response you could recognize.

You kneel against him, bringing the mouthpiece to his lips “On the count of three, take a deep breath in for me-“

Your gaze falters as he slaps the can away from him and brings his dark gaze to you

“J-Jeon-“

“I don’t need your pity,” he says through gritted teeth “Get out of my face.”

“I called Dr.Kim, he told me to give you some oxygen while we wait on him,” You mutter, anger taking over your words but trying really hard to stay calm “I’ll get fired if he arrives and knows I haven’t done my job!”

“Wouldn’t that be good for you?” He scoffs raising an eyebrow “Maybe you can get a job at SNU and suck Park Jimin’s dick full time.”

“W-What?” you furrow your eyebrows “What are you talking about-“

“You went riding his dick right after you were about to fuck me IN MY FUCKING ROOM,” he raises his voice “I saw how you were straddling him on Jiwoo Nuna’s Instagram.”

Your head starts running like a clock and you feel your breath hitching in your throat, you never noticed Jiwoo taking a picture of you. But knowing the girl is a social media guru you weren’t surprised hearing she posted a photo of you giving Jimin a neck massage. And to anyone who wasn’t there that night, specially the guy sitting against you it would look as if you were doing things other than just a therapeutic massage.

“I- “you part your lips “I didn’t- “

“So, it’s just me isn’t it?” He raises an eyebrow “Whenever I fucking touch you, you push me away and act all virgin Mary,” He scoffs “But You don’t have a problem humping Park Jimin’s cock like a whore, Do you?”

“Jungkook, J-Just please stop talking! “ you sigh “I can explain, it’s not what you’re thinking-”

“Is it because I’m sick?”

Your eyes widen as you look at him, trying to figure out if you actually heard him wrong “What?”

“Is it because of my asthma?” He asks, glaring at you, tears and hurt plastered on his expression “Is that why you’re turned off by me?”

“J-Jeon …” you sigh his name, heart beating fast in your chest as you try to digest his words

“What could be the reason then?” his eyes roams around the room as he lists the reasons “I’m taller than him, hotter than him, play better soccer, Fuck even my dick’s bigger than that 3 inch and you fucking know it,” he brings his hooded gaze to you “No matter how much I think about it, It’s my Asthma, that must be it!”

Your heart starts aching in your chest, all you want to do is to press your lips against the guy’s quivering lips, kissing him until you prove to him that whatever story he’s painting is not real. That you’ve never perceived him any less attractive just because of his condition. That if Joon wasn’t on your ass since the night you were at his place, you probably would have fucked him already.

But you can’t do that, and you know it very well, that if you confess that you’ve been attracted to the guy you would enter a dangerous territory that you know is risky. More important than that you can’t go against your promise with your best friend and mess with the guy he warned you against.

“I- “you gulp looking at him as you try to form the sentence but the door snaps open, revealing Dr. Kim who rushes in

“I’m here!” he declares, and you quickly distance yourself from the guy, sighing in relief

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mizumelona · 4 years

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set me up | atsumu x reader

SYNOPSIS: You’re an ambitious career woman, who’s got everything…except a significant other. Your mom, sick of you showing up to family functions alone, sets you up on a series of (terrible) blind dates. You make these dates meet you at your favorite restaurant, Onigiri Miya, but for some reason the owner’s jerk of a twin brother always happens to be there exactly when things crash and burn.

NOTE: Did I stay up too late writing this? Possibly. Was it worth it? Yes. This final arc was loosely inspired by some hc’s I requested from lin at @sugardaddykenma, so this chapter and the next are dedicated to her. ily haha.

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Outside Sendai Stadium. FRIDAY 9:05PM

Unlike her prickly personality, [y/n]’s hand was warm. Atsumu’s foul mood from losing the game had already blown over, but he didn’t feel like letting go and she hadn’t shaken him off either. Either she was really an airhead and hadn’t noticed or more likely she knew and didn’t mind. He brought his free hand up to his face to cover his smile.

He thought back to her failed dates. Knowing her personality, it wasn’t surprising that she was struggling in the romance department. This girl had the kinda ego that made an average guy retreat. But Atsumu Miya wasn’t an average guy. He admired the way she was hot-headed and shameless, and he’d be lying if he said the way she confidently took shots at him didn’t stir up some kind of feeling.

Atsumu chuckled.

“What’re you laughing at?”, she turned to him with that cute teasing look that suited her far more than any demure smile.

“Nothin’”

You looked up at Atsumu confused. He’d started laughing to himself out of the blue. What a weirdo.

Atsumu’s stomach rumbled.

You snickered. “Haven’t eaten yet?”

“Nah. Eatin’ before games doesn’t really work for me.”

You nodded in response. “Want to grab some food then?”

“Yeah. I’m starvin’. I know a really good curry restaurant near here. Wanna go?”

“Sounds good. Don’t tell Osamu, but I’m getting a little tired of onigiri.”

“Hah. No promises sweetheart.”

“Jeez. Can’t count on you for anything can I?”

“Well if you’re askin’ I guess I could make an exception. Oh, it’s this way.” Atsumu pulled you in the opposite direction you were headed down a sidewalk path that was warmly lit by street lamps. His grip was still firm in yours.

“Ah here it is”, Atsumu stopped in front of a little shop with a warm aroma wafting out through the open front door. You two walked in and found an open table. The waiter stopped by to take your orders before disappearing into the kitchen.

Suddenly, something occurred to you. Wasn’t this kind of like…a date? Your face got warm thinking about it.

Soon the waiter returned with two plates of steaming katsu curry. Atsumu must’ve been starving because he quickly shoveled down spoonful after spoonful without stopping to talk. So this is the post-game appetite of a pro-athlete. Lol, date my ass.

“Ahh, that was great”, he said as he scraped the last of the curry off the plate. He gulped down the last of his water and let out a satisfied sigh, before leaning on his hand and looking at you. “So, what d’ya wanna do sweetheart?”

“Mm?” You hummed mid-spoonful of curry.

“You seemed pretty confident when you called me out earlier. What didja have in mind?”, He had his signature devious look. So troublesome.

You gulped your food down. “You already look like you’re in a good mood to me.”

“You don’t know that.” He crossed his arms and put on a faux melancholy look. “C’mon I can tell you and I are alike when it comes to this kinda thing. A plateful of curry isn’t enough to live down our losses”

You scoffed. “Our losses?”

“Plus we’re already here. Might as well do something.”

He had a point.

“Well…what do you like to do to blow off steam?”

“Eat.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes.

“We just did that.”

“Play volleyball”

“Aren’t you tired of that for tonight?”

“No. Not at all”, His answer was matter-of-fact, like it was obvious. “I don’t think I could ever get sick of it.” He smiled. It was reminiscent of that childish grin he had when you saw him serve earlier.

You couldn’t help but smile back. “You must love it huh?”

“Nothin’ I love more.” His eyes were glimmering. His passion was almost tangible. You were taken aback.

“…I really respect that.” You shared your honest thoughts. Atsumu’s eyes went wide. He ruffled his hair.

“Woah. Two compliments from you? In one night? That’s unbelievable.”

“Hah.” You sighed. “I’m serious though. Having a passion. Madly chasing after it. That’s cool.”

“I dunno why you sound so amazed. Aren’t we the same when it comes to this kinda thing?”

You raised your eyebrows. “What makes you say that?”

He scoffed. “You’re tryna convince me that the workaholic chick that stays up all night designing shit and wins awards for her apps isn’t crazy passionate about what she does?”

It was your turn to be surprised. You’d been so fixated on how badly your love life had been going lately that you’d been letting it get to your confidence. But he was right. At the end of the day, you were one hardworking, passionate, badass bitch. You couldn’t hide your grin.

“Oh? Weak to compliments huh?”, He interrupted your thoughts.

“Shut up. I just didn’t expect to hear that from you”

The waiter came back with the check, which you and Atsumu split evenly. You both gathered your belongings and walked out the door.

“Wait a second”, Atsumu turned to you. “We never actually decided what we wanted to do.”

“Oh right”, You both stood awkwardly. You didn’t want to go home just yet, but you didn’t know what to do. You glanced around for ideas and spotted the glow of a vending machine in the distance. “Wanna grab a drink from the vending machine over there while we decide?”

“Sure.”, Atsumu said with a shrug. You both walked over to the vending machine and paused looking at the options. You spotted your favorite drink then started rummaging around in your bag looking for change.

“I can cover it”, Atsumu said and reached into his bag and pulled out a chubby froggy coin purse. It was surprisingly cute. He opened it up. “Whatcha want?”

“That’s a real cute coin purse. Not something that I’d expect you to have”

“Oh this?”, He held it up. “It was a birthday present from my granny”

“And you still carry it around? That’s even more cute.”

He rolled his eyes. “Ya gettin’ anythin’?”

“I’ll get a peach juice”

“One peach juice comin’ right up.” He dropped some coins into the machine and pressed two buttons. Your drinks fell down the chute with a clunk. He handed yours to you. You plopped down on a nearby bench and opened your drink with a satisfying pop. Atsumu sat down to join you.

You both sipped your drinks in silence, just looking out at the street. A few weeks ago, you never would’ve thought you’d be sitting here with Atsumu. You recalled the way you’d clashed at your first meeting, the spilled juice and the sweater on your second date, and the way he’d stuck around with you in the restaurant yesterday. You hadn’t known him for all that long, but somehow he was comfortable to be around. It was like you could be your greediest, nastiest, most shameless self and he wouldn’t look at you weird for it. Knowing Atsumu, he’d probably throw an even more shameless, petty comment back.

You turned to look at him. The glow of the vending machine illuminated his face, defining its contours. Again, it was like your stomach was filled with butterflies. Perhaps noticing your lingering gaze, Atsumu turned to look at you too.

“Thanks again”, A gentle smile formed on his lips. “Y’know, for coming to talk to me after the game.”

“No problem.” You shook your head. “I wasn’t lying when I said you looked cool tonight. Even if you didn’t win, I’d say you were pretty charming.”

He let out a playful chuckle. “Jeez if ya keep complimenting me like that I’m gonna fall for ya.”

You tossed your hair. “Like you aren’t already majorly crushing on me”

“How’d ya figure it out?”

You paused looking at him. He said it with his usual teasing tone, but why did he look sincere. Usually teasing him came easily, but right now you couldn’t think of any witty comeback. You tried to hit the breaks on the wave of butterflies rioting in your stomach, but couldn’t help but wonder. What if…

You had a thought. A stupid thought. A thought that you usually would’ve easily shot down. Maybe you were still sleep-deprived, maybe there was something in the curry, maybe the way he was looking at you was getting to you. You turned to Atsumu.

“Hey, Atsumu. I have a crazy idea.”

“Oh? What is it?”, he cocked his head to the side. It was absolutely unfair how handsome he looked while doing it.

You focused your last sane brain cell in trying to sound clever. “So…You’re petty. I’m petty. Wanna do something petty together?”

“Interestin’” He smirked. “What didja have in mind?”

This was a stupid idea. You couldn’t believe you were suggesting it. He was looking at you expectantly. It was too late to back out now.

“I have a family brunch with that shitty cousin I told you about next Sunday. What do you think of coming as my plus one to flex on him?”

“Oh-“

“Just for that day, could you pretend to be my boyfriend?”, You quickly clarified.

You weren’t sure what his feelings were. You weren’t even sure about what yours were, and even if you did you weren’t about to ask him to a family brunch on your first date. You just thought that if it was with Atsumu, maybe doing something stupid and petty like this might be fun.

His initial look of shock quickly devolved into a sly grin.

“A Fake date huh? Leave it to you to come up with somethin’ like that.” He shook his head. “What’s in it for me?”

“You get a chance to be shamelessly petty without consequence. Do you need anything more than that?”

“You’re gonna have to spice up the deal sweetheart”

“Ugh I know it’s kinda crazy if you don’t want to do it nevermin-“

“Woah woah. I never said I wasn’t interested. ” He held up his hands. “Fine it’s a deal, but if you’re askin’ for my help we aren’t half assin’ it”

A devious toothy grin spread across his face. Oof. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.

“I don’t like that look”

“First of all”, He held up a finger. “I’ll drive you there.”

That’s all? You let out a sigh of relief. “That wasn’t as bad as I was expectin-“

“Second of all”, he cut you off, “all PDA is fair game”,

You scoffed. “Excuse me? It’s a family function!”

“Do ya wanna put on a convincing act or what?”

“…fine”, You mumbled. “But kisses are off-limits!”

“What! Ya hafta gimme somethin’ to work with here”

This boy was really pushing his luck. He did have a point though. You thought about it for a second.

“Fine. Forehead and cheek kisses are okay” You yielded. “I’m not compromising beyond that though.”

“Okay that works, but if you wanna have a lil more of this just lemme know sweetheart”, he said with a wink.

“Keep dreaming lemon boy”, You stuck out your tongue. Atsumu frowned at the nickname.

“Again with the nicknames…actually, speakin’ of nicknames don’t ya think we should have some cute pet names for each other”

“Don’t you dare call me babe”

He took up a thinking position with his hand on his chin. “Honey? Sweetie?”, he tested a few out. Something about it felt weird like you’d convince yourself it wasn’t an act if he kept calling you that. That wouldn’t be good.

“Just call me sweetheart like you usually do”, you suggested.

“Oho has it grown on ya?”, he raised an eyebrow.

“What if it has?”

Atsumu’s witty comeback was stopped in its tracks. A pink haze appeared across his cheeks.

“Jeez what’s with you today?”, he said with a chuckle.

“You started it first.” You replied. “Also you aren’t the only one with ideas for this thing. I’m the one who’s had to put up with this shit for who knows how many years now.” Your mouth twisted into a sly smile.

“You sure can be scary sometimes sweetheart…I like it. So what are ya thinking?”

“So I here’s the plan…”

You two spent a solid hour talking through your plan before Atsumu finally drove you home. As you gathered your things to walk into the apartment complex, Atsumu turned to you.

“Hey. Today was a lotta fun. Let’s do it again sometime. Except next time I won’t lose.”

“Okay. Okay. Thanks again for the ride. See you later.”

You went upstairs and started your bedtime routine. Your phone buzzed as you got into bed. You picked it up and smiled as you saw the message.

Lemon Boy:

Did you make it up safely?

Shameless Wench:

Yeah. Gonna go to bed now.

Lemon Boy:

Okay. Good night y/n.

Your Apartment. SUNDAY 9:36AM.

Your doorbell rang.

“One second!”, you shouted, putting the finishing touches on your makeup. You ran over and pulled the door open. Atsumu leaned on the doorframe with a smirk.

“Let’s do this thing sweetheart”

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #atsumu #atsumu x reader #set me up

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Jeweler Richard Fanbook Q&A

Simple Questions for Seigi-kun (Parts 1 and 2)

Thank you very much for these questions from several people. We had Seigi-kun take a look at everyone’s questions right away and answer as many as he could! Not all of them can be published, but please enjoy Seigi-kun’s answers!

Q.: Seigi-kun looks good with black short hair, but is there any hairstyle that he looks up to? It does not seem to have changed much from when he was a child, but there is this impression that people often do college debuts, so here goes this simple question. The photo on the cover of volume 6 was wonderful. His set-back hair looked very good on him. (Black Short Hair-san)

A.: Hello! I guess it’s the first time I was told that my hair style looks good on me aside from Nakata-san and Richard; thank you very much! As for an image I look up to, huuum, there wasn’t any in particular when I was little, but nowadays, I look up to the two I just mentioned. They’re of different vectors and just really cool! Ah… this is embarrassing, so please keep it a secret. I have the feeling that they already know, though.

Q.: Any words you want to send to your past self from before meeting Richard? (Inu-san)

A.: “Nakata Seigi, you might be reckless, but you technically haven’t done anything wrong! Probably! Hum, you’re mostly thoughtless! But you’re not mistaken! If you see someone being attacked in a park, don’t hesitate to shout and go help him! Also, you might be compensated for doing your best at cooking. Good on you.”

Eh? There’s something from Richard too? “Seigi-kun, you are already passionate enough, but make sure to take a better look at your surroundings. Make sure to cherish yourself. Also, if you get invited to work at a TV station in Shibuya, make sure to just accept it.” Ah, yeah, yeah! I’m also counting on myself for that last one.

Q.: I am a college student just like Seigi-kun. When I have free time, I play video games, read books and talk about fun things with my friends. Seigi-kun, what do you do? Do you read books about gemstones and study after all? (Anzu-san)

A.: Hello! Indeed, during my free time when I didn’t have classes, there were times when I’d do self-study and learn about stones, but when I got together with my friends in the cafeteria or lounge, we’d get roused up over trivial talk. Everyone had a rough idea of the timing they should focus on their studies, so when I think about it nowadays, that might’ve been a “let’s make racket while we can” kind of mood. Looking back on it now, it was fun.

Q.: I am bound to fail every time I make sweets. If there is any trick to making sweets, please tell me. (Satou-san from the Heavens)

A.: Aah… I feel like someone’s already asked me a similar question. Ahem. T-That’s right! First things first, let’s try to stop treating “sweets” like they’re special! I guess this is the trick I can think of. They’re simply like an arithmetic test or a chemistry experiment; it just so happens that, if you mix up the set ingredients, a chemical reaction occurs and you reach the same results. If you lead it to the decided answer, you’ll manage to make something tasty, is all. Try to stick strictly to the recipe, and if it still doesn’t turn out right, I think it’s good to do a reflection on where you might’ve gotten it wrong. Eh…? If it doesn’t go well even then…? Aah… I’m gonna leave my phone number here, so if you have anything you want to eat… Eh? Richard, you want me to knock it off? That’s right. It’s not like I always have time. I almost did something irresponsible. Sorry. I’m cheering for you! See ya!

Q.: Where do you start washing your body from? (Yukinekoya-san)

A.: I’ve never thought about that~! It’s from the hair, but that’s with shampoo and doesn’t count as my body, so… *moves his body as if scrubbing it* I start washing from the neck and ears! But what’re you gonna do by asking that?

Q.: What’s your favorite meat? (Reihenbach-san)

A.: If its for Japanese curry, pork! If it’s for Sri Lanka’s curry, fish or chicken! If it’s for sukiyaki, cattle! I love all kinds of meat! But what flashes in my mind regarding “my favorite meat” is the meat and potato stew that Hiromi used to make, so I guess it’s gotta be beef. There wasn’t much meat in it, so I was able to taste it rather well.

Q.: I am a middle school teacher; Seigi-kun, who was the teacher that left the biggest impression on you? Please leave out Richard-sensei! (Kikuchi-san)

A.: Ah, that question is relatively easy to answer. It’s someone named Yamazaki-sensei, who was my class teacher in high school. He’s a graduate from the faculty of economics at Kasaba University, and he’d compliment me at random. Like, “You sure are working hard” or, “You’re so smart”. So I got cheeky, admired him, and when I told him I wanted to be like him, he said, “Then, how about you aim for my alma mater?” and I replied with, “Yes!”… Since Kasaba is a private institution, it was just a suggestion where I was getting ahead with my feelings, but though Hiromi made a bitter face, she wasn’t against it. Maybe she thought it was better than having her son say that he wanted to start working after graduating from middle school. Sensei was transferred when I was in my first year in university, but I hope he’s doing well.

Q.: Seigi-kun, if you were to compare Richard to an animal, which do you think it would be? (Himawari-san)

A.: If Richard were an animal… I wonder which. Richard feels a bit like an animal even now, so it’s hard, but I’d say human…? No, Richard is a human being. My bad, my bad. An animal with whooshy golden hair and blue eyes… I once had the feeling that the air about him is a bit like a creature named miacis, which I saw before in some illustrated reference book. It’s an ancient animal and seems to be the ancestor of dogs, cats and the like, and its exact appearance isn’t known anymore, but when I think of it as the origin of the beauty of all the animals I like, I wonder if he wouldn’t be something along those lines… Richard, Richard? Why won’t you look at me in the eye?

Q.: Is there any time you laughed the most when you were with Richard-san? Alternatively, if there was any time where you ended up laughing without thinking, please tell me! I am rooting for you! (Heartbreak Akira-san)

A.: Eeh…? Is it okay for me to talk about this…? Ah, I’ve received permission, so I’ll say it. Erm, this is a story from when I was studying French; I suddenly felt like doing a prank when I couldn’t make any progress at all, so I asked Richard-sensei something nonsensical, like, “If you don’t mind, please say ‘steamed bun’ in a really French-like way; I think it’ll definitely sound French to me”. And then the answer that came at me was a perfectly French-styled “steamed bun”… I died of laughter. Sorry for being too descriptive with the details. If you have a French friend close to you, I think you should try to make the same request. I think it won’t sound like Japanese to you. It’s already a bit amusing just remembering it. Hey, Richard. You didn’t find it all that funny? Ah, it was funny when I rolled over laughing? Then I guess we can call it even.

Q.: What are the dishes and desserts that you want to try challenging yourself to make? (Tsugiumi-san)

A.: I get interested in the stuff that I think looks delicious, but they’re a little different from the things I decide to try my hand at making. Richard, is there anything you wanna eat? I’ve noticed this recently: I don’t have much will to make stuff only I want to eat, but if it’s something that someone important to me feels like eating, I suddenly get motivated. That’s why, if there’s… Ah, ah, why’re you punching the cushion?

Q.: Looking at Richard-san and Jeffrey-san, are there any moments or points in which you feel that they are similar? (Yoshimura-san)

A.: Yoshimura-san, hello. There are; from my perspective, there are many. There sure are, but… from the face that the person next to me is making, it seems better not to say too much about it. Let me put this one on hold.

Q.: What was your favorite school lunch menu? For lunch boxes, what were your favorite contents? (Nanatsuji-san)

A.: Hello! I used to like all the school lunch dishes, but as expected, curry was what made me happiest. As for lunch boxes, I’d mostly get an allowance to buy the sandwiches and lunch boxes I liked, and whenever I got more than 500 yen, I’d get to buy a large serving of hayashi rice and would be happy over it. After all, the servings have to be big for a school boy, if nothing else.

Q.: If you switched bodies with Richard upon waking up, what is the first thing you would do? (Sango-san)

A.: Eh...? How? Would it be magic or something? I’d probably think, “Is this a dream?” and go back to sleep. But why would I be in Richard’s body...? I wonder if my head would malfuction from talking too much about how beautiful he is and things would turn out like that. If I got cocky and tried to imitate Richard, I feel like he’d give me one hell of a cold look with those elegant eyes of his, so hum, I wouldn’t do anything, just sleep until the magic wore off. I also think that Richard would be happier when I have the face of Nakata Seigi rather than his own.

Q.: When did you get your growth spurt? (Middle Schooler-san)

A.: Does that mean the time when I got taller? I think it was either in my third year of middle school or first year of high school. It was neither too late nor early among my friends, so while not minding it much, I ended up surpassing Hiromi’s height.

Q.: Seigi-kun, hello. ♪ Seigi-kun, what kind of fashion do you like? Where do you normally buy clothes? Also, have you changed your style or been influenced after meeting Richard? If you can, please tell us. (*^^*) (Yuriko-san)

A.: Hello! Fashion, huuh... To be honest, before I started working in Étranger, I used to feel like I only needed to keep my clothes as clean as necessary and that they were okay as long as they didn’t look sloppy, but as expected, once you enter a jewelry shop, the number of clothes with high collars increases. Then, I met Richard, and ever since I started working for him, my opportunities to wear a suit increased, but what he often tells me is, “Wear what you like however you like the most you can within the limits”, and speaking of which, I kinda seem to look up to suits with a large silhouette and felt hats, like the ones people used to wear in prewar days. I think this is probably the influence of an actor my Grandma liked. In the past, there was a black-and-white photo of him decorating the apartment where Grandma lived. It would’ve been great if I could’ve showed myself wearing a suit to Grandma.

Q.: Seigi-kun, hello! A question for you. Seigi-kun’s “senpai”, Vincent-san, is a user of Jeet Kune Do, but you are also a black belt at Karate, so I am very curious about what would happen if the two of you actually fought. Since you both master your own matrial arts, so I feel that I would be able to see a cool fight between you. Also, this is just my ponderings, but Seigi-kun, I want you to tell me, from your point of view, how strong you think Vincent-san is and what changes you have of winning. (Monaka-san)

A.: Hello! Erm, when you say “fight”, is it okay to interpret it as a head-on brawl? I think you probably do not practice any martial arts, Monaka-san, so I am going to answer based on that: martial arts abilities and fight abilities are completely different. See, the rules of each martial art are pre-determined, and if you fight within them, you won’t suffer serious injuries and you can decide who wins or loses, but there’s none of that in a brawl, so... Also, I believe both parties know that, if a person who did martial arts to some extent hits someone in earnest, it’ll result in something that can’t be undone, so I think they can’t bring themselves to throw fists with each other. But on the other hand, since we can tell to some degree that we both seem to have have this awereness, I think it’s okay if I so much as throw a paper ball at the back of his head. Vince-san might hit me back, and then I guess I’d fling a straw bag at him next. We might get along a bit better if we both let it out. Sorry that it’d be the light type! I hope this served as an answer.

Q.: A question for Nakata Seigi-kun! To be precise: is there anything that makes you go, “This is the one thing I want to tell Richard-shi!!”~? Even if it is something that is normally hard to say, you might be able to say it here. (*^^*) (Sui-san)

A.: “I’m happy when you eat my pudding; thanks! But I’m begging, for health reasons, that you’re at least careful not to eat too much...! I wanna be with you for a long time. Please. And... also... thanks for always. I’m so grateful to you that I can’t say it enough. It’d be great if I could.” This is it! Aah, that was embarrassing. Eh? “You’re always telling me that much”, you say? Is that so?

Q.: What is your favorite sweet? (Tanaka Milk Tea-san)

A.: That’s a difficult theme... I don’t seem to have any that I’m obsessed with, but anything looks delicious to me if it’s a sweet that Richard eats with relish, so I grow to like it. But when Richard doesn’t eat all of a sweet and leaves some of it, I go, “Could it be he left it for me because he thought I’d like it?” and they also turn out to be so, so tasty. Basically, I like everything. Unless I buy and eat it by myself.

Q.: Nice to meet you; as Seigi-kun faces people very straightforward and honestly, I read every volume while confirming over and over that I also want to live on facing people like that. Is there anything that the aforementioned Seigi-kun always puts in his bag? (Sumiyaki Yuuma-san)

A.: Sumiyaki-san, hello! Being told that I face people honestly is flattering. I do think it’d be great if I actually manage that, but the “honesty” I’m thinking about is my own concept of it, so it’s not like this honesty is something only comfortable for the other person. That’s why being told so makes me all the happier. Thank you. This is from after meeting Richard, but what I always have in my bag is candy. Royal-milk-tea-flavored ones. When I don’t have them, I pack in some other sweet, and just from thinking, “I’d give him this if he were here”, it kinda feels like having a fragment of him with me even when he’s not by my side, and it’s reassuring. It helps me out. Other than that, my phone. Thanks for the question!

#housekishou richard shi no nazo kantei #the case files of jeweler richard #jeweler richard #richard ranashinha de vulpian #nakata seigi #richard #fanbook #my translation

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Platonic #2 for Akasha/Rajeev?

2.Kiss on the forehead

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“Dinner time!” Rajeev was holding a tray, “Tonight, you’ve got panko-crusted curried lentil-chickpea patties, mango chutney, brown rice, and salad.” He pointed to each of the foodstuffs on the tray before looking back up and smiling. His long hair was tied back in a bun with a simple wooden hair fork.

Akasha was huddled in the corner of the hard-light cell, glaring out between the wavy black strands of hair shrouding her face.

“Why do they keep sending you?” her voice was low and hoarse.

“Oh, they don’t. I’m volunteering,” said Rajeev, still smiling.

Her mouth twisted up and she glanced off. “...you can send it in,” she said, not looking at him. Rajeev placed his palm against the hard light surface of the cell and circular symbols chiming approval rippled off of it before a small gap opened at his feet. He took a few plates off the tray before sliding the tray through the gap before the gap closed back to a solid wall of transparent hard-light. Rajeev sat down cross-legged in front of the plates and bowls he had taken off the tray. Akasha saw now that the tray had been laden with two of all the same dishes. “What are you....” She trailed off.

Rajeev was already dipping a patty into a smear of chutney on the plate and taking a bite out of it. “It’s gonna get cold,” he said, eating.

Squinting skeptically, Akasha slowly got off of her bed at the back of the cell and stepped over before sitting down, semi-kneeling, legs tucked to one side, almost like a mermaid with the way her dark hair hung in her face and well past her shoulders.

The drowny-eat-people kind, probably, Rajeev thought with some slight amusement, dipping his pattie in some chutney.

“Why?” said Akasha, flatly.

“I don’t like eating alone,” said Rajeev with a shrug, “I mean it’s not a big deal but... I’ve eaten in the mess hall and back at home plenty of nights. Eating here’s a nice change of pace.”

Akasha gave him a flat, hard look and he just stared back at her blithely chewing a forkful of salad. She didn’t break eye contact with him as she tucked some of her hair back to take a bite of her own patty and chew.

“I’m not joining your team.”

“I’m not here to try to get you to join the team,” Rajeev said, taking a few bites of his rice now.

Akasha tensed. “What--you think I’m dangerous? Broke--” a brief fizzle of chronal dissassociation glowed off of her before she composed herself, “Broken?”

“I don’t think that at all,” said Rajeev with a shrug, before mashing some chutney-soaked lentils into his rice, “Well, dangerous, sure, because you’re still going on about how you want to kill us but--do you want to join the team?”

“No,” Akasha said on reflex, “I’m--I’m just--I can still--” she glanced down, glowering for a few seconds before looking up sharply again, “I don’t have anything to prove to you.”

“Uh huh,” said Rajeev.

“Stop it!” she said sharply.

“Stop what?”

“Stop--whatever this is!”

“...dinner...?” Rajeev said a little blankly.

Akasha suddenly sprang to her feet, and in a smooth movement took a half step back and threw the plate that was previously in her lap so hard against the hard-light barrier of her cell that the plate shattered and its contents clattered and spattered to the floor, bits of mango chutney still sliding down the glowing blue hard-light surface. Rajeev tensed slightly at the action and kept a wary gaze on her as she ranted.

“Stop acting like this is normal!” she seethed, “Stop acting like I wasn’t in hell for five years because you and your brother were idiots trying to play hero! Stop acting like I wouldn’t kill you the second I got the chance, because I would!”

“...I’m not acting like none of that happened,” Rajeev said, unthinkingly bringing his hand up to his prosthetic eye, lightly brushing his fingertips down his wadjet tattoo.

“Yes you---!” Her shoulders were shaking again and regret flickered in her eyes at the sight of her own food sliding down the hard-light surface. Her stomach growled.

“Do you want me to get you another plate from the mess hall?” said Rajeev, “I mean obviously we’d have to clean the last one up first but...”

She just sank back down to the floor among the shattered bits of plate.

“...do you like to watch me like this?” her voice was quiet, “With that stupid eye of yours?”

“I don’t like seeing you in pain, no,” said Rajeev.

“So why are you here?” she wrapped her arms around herself, her hair obscuring most of her face.

“Because what happened... happened when we were both scared kids. You were with terrible people, who only cared about you if you hurt people for them. But... you’re not with them any more. And you don’t have to hurt people any more. We’ll keep you safe if they come for you.” Rajeev glanced off, “And... I know you probably won’t believe me because of what happened. But... y’know I’m just putting all that out there. And I don’t think you should eat alone. Even if you are in this box so you don’t kill all of us.”

Akasha was staring at him, dark eyes questioning.

“Can I ask you something?” said Rajeev.

“What?”

“If you did all the things you keep saying you’re gonna do, kill me and Samir and anyone who tries to stop you, what then? Go back to Vishkar?”

“Yes.”

“...and they’ll be really happy to have you back, because they’ve been looking for you for all those years, right?”

“It’s not about them being happy, it’s about me being able to help them create order in the world again.”

“Okay--what about your friends? Will they be happy to see you?”

Akasha pushed some hair back from her face. “I--I didn’t---” she glanced down, “The vitalness of Vishkar’s work didn’t allow for--” she made eye contact with Rajeev, whose brow was crinkled with pity, “Stop looking at me like that!”

“Sorry--” Rajeev glanced off, “But like... they were still looking for you, right?”

Akasha’s mouth pinched in a grimace. “They thought I was dead. Vishkar’s mission comes before its agents. That’s obvious. And with you dead, I’ll prove I’m still useful, I can still...”

“...so you feel like you have to hurt people so Vishkar will take care of you again,” said Rajeev.

“I don’t expect a barbarian like you to understand Vishkar’s vision!” snapped Akasha.

“My mom told me a lot about Vishkar, actually,” said Rajeev, taking another bite of his own dinner.

“The traitor?” Akasha furrowed her brow.

“She said.. when you’re with them, you feel amazing,” Rajeev went on, “Like you’re saving the world. And they tell you over and over again that you’re so wonderful and so smart and so important and everyone who disagrees with you and them just doesn’t understand, and that everything will be better once you change the world. And... and they make it so that everything outside of that... feels wrong. Feels scary and dirty and lonely and that they’re the only way. The only place for you. But they aren’t. Because... the world is scary, and dirty, and lonely, but there’s so much more to it than that. It’s beautiful and messy, and warm, and funny, and--and complicated. And the kind of people who try to cover up your eyes and ears to everything else it can be, to everything else you can be...” he trailed off, but Akasha was staring at him.

“...I don’t know where I’m going with this,” he said after a few beats. He put a hand up against the hard-light of the cell and that small gap opened up on the floor again. He took his own plate off of his lap and slid it through the gap. Akasha’s eyes flicked to the shards of her own plate on the floor as he slid his plate through.

I can grab his wrist, she thought, watching his fingers just barely push under the hard-light barrier, Use the plate shards. Slit the artery.

But she didn’t. She watched as his hand easily pulled back and in a daze she picked up the plate--his plate, and started nibbling on another lentil patty.

“I guess I’m just saying...” Rajeev’s voice suddenly brought her back to the moment, “You don’t have to hurt people to have a place here. We just want to help you. I mean, Tracer really wants to help you because you’re the only other person in the world who’s ever been chronally dissociated.”

“And you..?” she was staring down at the plate.

“...maybe I’m still just an idiot trying to play hero,” Rajeev said with a shrug.

Akasha scoffed a little.

“But... if there’s anything my mom--the traitor--taught me...” Rajeev leaned forward a little, “It’s that being a hero isn’t just about fighting. It’s about building things. Trying to make things right when you mess up. Changing people’s minds. Making sure people aren’t going through something alone.”

Akasha was chewing on the patty and swallowed thickly. “You don’t understand. All I had when I was floating in that space was Vishkar--I--I had to keep it together for them--so I could still be useful when I got back--if... if I got back,” her voice started breaking, “But--I saw things--I saw people in different places... different times--they didn’t see me---but they never needed... they were just... Everything was crushing me under the weight of my own insignificance.”

“Did you see anything pretty?” Rajeev tilted his head.

“Pretty?”

“Did you see places you would like to go to?”

Akasha got a distant look in her eyes for a few seconds. “...yes,” she said quietly, “So... so many places. But--I couldn’t because---”

“Because Vishkar,” said Rajeev with a shrugging nod, “You had to hang on for them.”

“That’s not true,” she said softly, “Some places I... I did try to stay, because anything was better than drifting, and--and I could hang on for a few days, weeks, sometimes,” Akasha’s voice went tight, “It did break me. I lost the will for Vishkar but even then I would be uprooted again, so I failed Vishkar for nothing!”

“...so you know you can exist outside Vishkar,” said Rajeev, looking at her steadily.

Akasha looked up from her plate, stunned by the very concept. “I... can exist outside Vishkar,” she repeated the words, trying to make sense of them. She looked down at the chronal accelerator on her chest.

“And you don’t have to be alone,” said Rajeev, and her head jerked up from the chronal accelerator, “And--and people here--they’ll worry about you. And they’ll annoy you. And they’ll look for you if you get lost. And you don’t have to fight for them to do that.”

Akasha’s eyes trailed over the broken plate and bits of food on the floor. “Why?” she said quietly, “To what purpose?”

“Because we can’t let fighting be all we are,” said Rajeev with a shrug, “And we don’t want fighting to be all you are, either.”

Akasha set her plate aside, then slumped forward and pressed her forehead against the hard-light of her cell, a few inches to the right of the smear of mango chutney from the plate she had thrown against it. “I have no idea what purpose I could have beyond this,” she said quietly.

“...that’s the fun part, trying to figure it out,” said Rajeev, pushing forward to one knee. He briefly pressed his lips against the hard-light where her forehead was pressed. She didn’t even feel it through the barrier, but all the same, she blinked, pulled back slightly, and brushed her fingers over the point on her forehead where his lips would have touched without the hard-light in the way. She looked up into his eyes, staring into the gold of the eye she took.

“...guess they aren’t big on physical affection with Vishkar, huh?” said Rajeev.

“Nnno,” said Akasha, still touching her forehead.

“That’s okay--figuring stuff out! That’s what we’re doing!” said Rajeev.

A shuddering, wry laugh rippled up from her. “This is so fucked,” she said, wetness still brimming in her eyes.

“Yeah it’s been fucked for a while,” said Rajeev with a shrug. He paused. “Wait-- Does Vishkar let you swear?”

Akasha paused and thought for a second. “No...” she said with a dawning realization, “They... they didn’t let me swear.”

Rajeev gave her a slight grin and she kept her dark eyes fixed on his.

“Fuck,” Akasha said very quietly, but with clear determination.

#symmarah kids #Akasha the Time Knife #...which is my akasha tag now #Rakasha #....which I guess is their ship name now

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ilovebeingcalledawhore · 4 years

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FOUND YOU | MARK LEE [2]

Summary: When she realises she’s catching feelings for her enemy, she tries to avoid him in every circumstance but then she’s told to host the incoming prom with him, she can’t say no to her teacher can she? Besides anything for better grades would be worth it—like giving Mark Lee a kiss.

Content: Fluff, Suggestive Content, Angst

Warning: I use British spelling

SERIES PART 2

PART 1

“Alright, as long as you give me the highest possible score in your subject”

“It’s a deal”

What you’ve just read over there was Y/n making one of the dumbest decisions by agreeing to host the Senior prom with Mark Lee, her arch-enemy——for an easy A in her least favourite subject, art.

She was good at art but only at a certain type of it...painting, sadly that wasn't what her class offered and the girl only found out mid-way through the term which left her no time to change options. Ms. Wang was the art department’s head and yes you guessed that right! her teacher. The woman was “sophisticated” as she liked to say so and has one hell of a standard when grading projects.

Y/n knew that if she were to fail a subject, that would be it.

“Are you sure about that?” The boy beside her finally spoke.

Y/n turned her head to face him and a glint of interest and amusement was in his eyes. Who would’ve thought that she, Y/n who spent most of her time glaring at Mark Lee’s pretty back, would want to even stand a meter close to him.

In fact, even stand in front of the whole school to see.

The unbothered girl rolled her eyes at him halfheartedly and looked back up front to see Miss Wang with sheets of paper in her hands. “Read the script from time to time alright”

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Regret.

She regretted it.

Y/n was about to rip her black dress off and throw it out the window.

Honk! The unfamiliar sound a car parking near their door made her halt in her tracks “Damn it” she cursed as she uncapped the red lipstick, then applying it in a hurry. He was here to pick her up.

As she jogged down their marble steps—ones her mother insisted to buy because it looked fancy, she bid goodbye to her sister who was watching a k-drama and exited the living room.

In front of her was the typical nerdy boy from school wearing a full black suit, leaning back on his matching black Ferrari. The girl ignored the weird feeling inside her stomach and walked up to him, trying to send him the biggest scowl but failing.

“Good evening to you too” he said sarcastically then opening the car door for her. Y/n slipped in the shotgun seat, crossing her legs for comfort, she watched him from inside, running to the driver's seat.

The flutter inside her chest made her look away.

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The ride to school was quiet, none of them bothering to play music because it was short. While she looked out the window, fiddling with the hem of her tight dress, she watched the cars passing by—just one or two every now and then.

She admired the darkening sky, the moon already evident, she thought it was beautiful but while she admired the sky, he admired her. He doesn’t know whether it was her dress, her face, her twinkling eyes or maybe it was JUST her but at that very moment Mark Lee was trying so hard not run away, scared that she’d hear his beating heart.

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“Enjoy your night!”

Mark exclaimed excitedly—as it was instructed in the script and the students replied with screams of joy. There was no other way to put this...the party started.

Everyone was dancing, eating, singing, some clubs even performed. Today was meant to be one of those high school night’s you’ll remember but Y/n thought otherwise. Sitting down on a black painted wooden chair at the front corner of the room, she counted the votes for prom queen and king—even seeing a few votes for Mark and her apparently because of their chemistry on stage.

“I hate this” Y/n groaned as she shot another crumpled paper down the ballot box. She was annoyed that while she counted some stupid names, her partner was out there mingling with some people she didn’t even know he spoke to.

“You done Y/n?” Miss Wang walked up to her in her power suit. “Yeah” the girl uttered as she calmly placed the last piece of paper down the ballot box pretending as if she hasn’t been sulking the whole time—and shooting three-pointers like Curry.

“Who won?” The teacher asked and Y/n raised up the piece of paper where she tallied. “Wong Yukhei…..and...and...Y/n…” her voice trailed off.

“Wait no, this must be a misunderstanding” Y/n would accept a victory any day but something about this victory seemed off, maybe it’s because she’s used to seeing another name beside hers, a name she despises but feels a sense of familiarity to.

“You won! Let’s announce” Miss Wang ignored her antics and walked up the stage, Y/n stood up her seat thinking of how to stop her teacher but it was too late. “Now! For prom king and queen! Wong Yukhei from Class C and Y/n from Class A” the students clapped and screamed in delight, of course some groaned in disappointment.

[Y/n’s Point of view]

Yukhei gladly high-fives his friends even giving a fist bump or two with some students. He was enjoying his win and hell I wasn't. Miss Wang turned her head towards me who was just a few meters away from the stage and beckoned me with her hands.

“Fuck this shit” I muttered as I dragged my body up the stairs.

It was exactly how I imagined it a few nights ago, I got a plastic crown on my head, a pretty glittery sash and time for a speech. While Yukhei bowed as a finale for his speech, I walked up the mic while he backed up. “Hello ladies and gentlemen, thank you for voting, I hope you make some memories you’ll remember for the rest of your lives. Let’s continue to love ourselves! Here’s to youth!” I exclaimed, still showing that I was grateful.

The screams finally died down and the crown I wore was shoved into Miss Wang’s bag along with my sash. We were going to dance—slow dance and guess what. The mc’s have to dance first because mister prom king was out in the corner making out with some girl.

Mark’s hands were on my waist while mine were wrapped around his neck—classic slow dance position. It was comfortable, it felt good but my pride says otherwise. “So…” he started as other couples joined us on the dance floor. “Have you made memories you’ll remember for the rest of your life?” He asked, mocking my winning speech and I snorted. “If we weren’t partners maybe I would’ve” I replied, looking away, avoiding his too-intense stare.

“I’m not that bad” he defended and I chuckled quietly. “Yeah, you aren’t” I whispered, enough for him to hear. “So you admit it?” He asked and my brows furrowed. I turned my head to finally face him, our eyes meeting and that’s when I realised...he was centimetres away from me.

His breath hit my lips while his hands pushed my waist closer to his. I didn’t bother asking why or pushing him off. Maybe it’s because I was too in the moment, maybe it’s because he looked good or maybe it’s because I couldn’t help but get lost in his eyes.

“You look gorgeous Y/n” he whispered and I smiled but as I did, I didn’t realise how he moved forward, his lips just a brush away from mine.

Fireworks.

My heart was exploding in amusement, excitement and fear.

Adrenaline.

I didn’t wait for him anymore, instead I leaned forward and pressed my lips up on his, my hands travelling up his pitch black locks, tongues slashing together, lips locking with each other's forcefully.

Then we pulled away.

The red lipstick I wore was messed up on my lips and his. We both caught our breaths but as we did, we didn’t let go. Instead we stuck close to each other, maybe waiting for another kiss or maybe just to feel him close to me.

“I hope you remember that memory ‘cause we're gonna have to tell our kids about that in a few years” he teased and I glared, ignoring the continuous flutter in my stomach that hasn’t left since the kiss.

“Fuck you Mark Lee” I scoffed and he kissed me again.

“Gladly”

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weebtarurights · 4 years

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Tsuzuru Minagi SR (Heroic Tale of the Pure Detective)

Read full translation under the cut!

Story Title: “During the Stakeout “

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ PART 1 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Tsuzuru: This office building is really huge... (Moreover, why am I looking up at the building holding red bean bread on my right and milk on my left... What in the world am I doing?) It all started when....

----*flashback

Tsuzuru: I'm sorry for making you help me find props.

Kazunari: No worries. Fishin' around the warehouse is my cup of tea! Citron: Don't be shy, Tsuzuru! I'm a member of the Spring Troupe too. No need to show duality. [1] Kazunari: You mean, formality? Citron: That's right! Tsuzuru: Eh? That's nowhere close at all. Anyways, thanks for your help. Kazunari: Found the prop you're huntin' for? Tsuzuru: Found it. Citron: We used these handcuffs several times before, didn’t we? Tsuzuru: Right. I will be playing as a detective this time so I have to get accustomed to handling this. Kazunari: U---mmm... Citron: Hmm….. Tsuzuru: (They're staring way too hard… I have a bad feeling about this.) Kazunari: It kinda feels off... Citron: I think so too. It's probably because you're not so detective-like! Kazunari: Right on! I mean, you totes slayin' getting handcuffed rather than vice versa! Tsuzuru: You mean I'm more suitable to be a criminal?! Citron: No, no! That's not it. Kazunari: You see, when you were paired with Chika-chon during Halloween, you were handcuffed as a prisoner, weren't you? You were straight up slayin' those vibes. Tsuzuru: Sigh... Citron: You have to become more detective-like! Kazunari: Right! Tsuzuru: To become more detective-like, huh... I might need to start doing my role study now. Citron: I know it! When you say detectives, it means stake out! Kazunari: True that! Sure got some slick ideas there, Ronron! Why not tail some peeps in the theater for a day? Tsuzuru: No, that's more stalker-like than detective.... Kazunari: It's for your role making; pretty positive everyone's gonna do you solid! It's gonna be OK if we tip off everyone on LIME while keepin' it on the down low for your target. Citron: Sounds great~! I'm sure it's going to be a good reference for you. Tsuzuru: Wait, why are you the ones deciding everything? Citron: Who's going to be your target? Kazunari: Must be someone stake-out worthy ! Citron: It has to be Sakyo! Tsuzuru: It's going to be messy if I get caught sneaking around Ginsenkai! Moreover, Furuichi-san won't allow it. Citron: Ohh~! How about someone mysterious? Kazunari: Isn't Chika-chon our best candidate for that? Citron: Nice idea~! During Halloween, Chikage arrested you. It's about time to turn tables! Tsuzuru: Well, I'm not sure about that... Kazunari: It's decided! your target's gonna be Chika-chon! Citron: As a rule of thumb, you have to take this milk and red bean bread with you! Make sure you shout "You're under arrest!" and finish off by putting handcuffs on him! Tsuzuru: Hey. Do I really need to do that? Citron: It’s a must! Tsuzuru, fighting !

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Tsuzuru: (It was too troublesome so I just agreed and went with it but....) (It's really suspicious to sneak around the office district. It's my first stakeout. My target is already a tough one.) Sigh..... But well, it's for my role study. I've already started, might as well finish it. (A lot of people are coming in and out of the trading company building. The university is nowhere like this. If I can observe people--) ( Wait, wait, my thoughts are drifting.. I should've at least gone here in a suit...) (No, no, thinking about this and that won't help with my role making... I am a detective. I am a detective.)

-----*LIME Notification* Tsuzuru: Hm? LIME? From who---? Foreign Tourist: Excuse me? Tsuzuru: Eh? Y-yes? Foreign Tourist: <Excuse me, could you tell me the way to the station?> Tsuzuru: That's....? They're asking for the way to the station...right? Umm, the station is---- Tsuzuru: Phew.... I'm glad they understood the directions even in my broken English. Ah. Chikage: .....

Tsuzuru: (Chikage-san finally came out! Alright, gotta tail him.)

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ PART 2 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Tsuzuru: Chikage-san is passing through building streets but where is he going? Chikage: ...... Tsuzuru: (He went into the alley!) (It looks like a back road or something.... What on earth is this place?) Curry Shop Staff: Welcome! Chikage: Is meal set 10, Limited Red Devil Curry still available? Tsuzuru: (...It's a curry shop!? Too dicey... Come to think of it, it's already noon. Maybe he's here to eat lunch? I experienced a little bit of thrill just now. I'm a bit nervous but it's interesting!) (But....) The smell of curry is making me hungry. I want to eat something but Chikage-san might come out while I'm buying food... Can't help it, I have to suck it up. (I think Chikage-san is done eating now. Let me peek inside the shop.) (He's gone! Just hen did he---?)

Tsuzuru: (I went back here hurriedly but I couldn't find him at all...) Damn it---Did I fail my investigation....? I ran as fast as I could so I'm hungrier now. I think I'll just buy something at the convenience store. Izumi: Ah, there you are. Tsuzuru-kun! Tsuzuru: Eh? Director? Izumi: Good work. Here, I brought you some snacks. Tsuzuru: Red bean bread and milk.... ! Thank you for bringing me these. How did you find out I'm here? Izumi: Eh? Well... Citron-kun asked me to bring it. Tsuzuru: ? Is that so? I'm really hungry. I'll eat 'em right away.

CHOICE 1: “How's your role study going?” Izumi: How's your role study going? Tsuzuru: It's my first time going on a stakeout but I think it pretty much went well. I realized how detectives feel when they're tailing someone. I was a little nervous though. Izumi: Ahaha. I see. Tsuzuru: It's also refreshing to observe the people around the office district. I thought it could be a good way to get new ideas. It was a great reference not only for role making but for the script too. Izumi: I couldn't agree with you more.

CHOICE: “You're giving off a detective-like vibe.” Izumi: You look exactly like a detective when you’re holding red bean bread and milk. Tsuzuru: You think so? You see, it's really difficult to tail someone. I felt deeply how hard it is to become a detective. Thank you for coming all the way here to bring me snacks. Izumi: You're welcome. Tsuzuru: I'll definitely do my best for my role after this. --- Tsuzuru: .....Thank you for the meal. It was a life-saver. I ate red bean bread and milk this morning too. Izumi: You did? You ate nothing but red bean bread today. Should we buy something else? Tsuzuru: It's fine, my bad. ???: How about these snacks then? Tsuzuru: Ah, thank y--- EH? Chikage: Good work. Itaru: GJ- Tsuzuru: Eh!? Chikage-san and Itaru-san!? W-why... Itaru: Heh? You haven't checked your LIME? Tsuzuru: LIME? Ah, that's right... I was about to check it when someone suddenly asked me for directions. I totally forgot... Let's see... From Citron-san to... Company-wide Group?!

Izumi: Citron-kun sent it to the whole group by mistake. Tsuzuru: HAH!? Chikage: I pretended to be oblivious about it and kept quiet till now... So I thought I'd buy you some snacks to compensate. Itaru: I met senpai on my way back. Tsuzuru: What ...the hell. So... when I lost track of you, you went somewhere to buy snacks? Chikage: That's right. Tsuzuru: Sigh.... Geez...It won't look cool anymore but there's one rule Citron-san told me to do. Will it be alright for you to pretend and play along with it? Chikage: Sure. Itaru: Oh, so you also brought handcuffs with you. Tsuzuru: "You're under arrest!" Chikage: Good work. Tsuzuru: Sigh....Mission accomplished.

1) Citron mistook 'えくぼ' (ekubo) or dimples for '遠慮' (enryo) or formality, restraint, reservations.

#a3!#a3! translation #act addict actors #a3! actor training game #tsuzuru minagi #a3! tsuzuru #a3! magicians' pure love #currently on a stake out #tsuzuru minagi cards

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shapeshifting-wildcard · 3 years

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A video is uploaded. The timestamp reads January 7, 2017.

Anyone who knows anything about Akihabara can recognize the place in an instant. Stores and stalls displaying various high-end electronics and nerdy collectibles line the street. There's a few people crowding around vending machines dispensing various trinkets. A few shoppers walk past carrying bags of goods from a few stores nearby.

Jou's target this time is easy enough to spot; not too many people with long orange hair or a bright green hoodie around. With her are two adults: Sojiro, sporting a dapper black hat and black coat, and a woman with short black hair and a brown coat, standing with her back to Jou as he stops a short distance away. Sojiro is watching the mother and daughter duo with a fond, if somewhat exasperated, smile while Futaba attempts to charm her mother into more spending money.

"Motion for additional funding: denied."

Futaba groans, her shoulders slumping in visible disappointment. "My case was dismissed..."

There's a soft chuckle from Jou, only audible because of the "camera's" vantage point. Whether Futaba somehow heard it or he simply happened to be in her visual range, she spots him and brightens up.

"Jou?"

The two adults turn to him, looking surprised but not at all unhappy to see him. Jou's gaze drifts away from their faces, even as Sojiro smiles.

"Oh hey, look who stumbled into us." Sojiro beckons Jou closer, and after a second's hesitation, he approaches. "We were planning on getting lunch after this, provided a certain someone," Sojiro shoots Futaba a look, "can make up her mind. We can take you along now, too."

"Oh, what a thoughtful gentleman," Futaba's mother, Wakaba, remarks. Jou seems to be avoiding looking right at her, even though she's standing too close for him to ignore her entirely. Even at this odd angle, it's clear to see that Futaba is the spitting image of her mother. "Hear that, Futaba? Sojiro's gonna treat us all to lunch."

Futaba beams with obvious excitement and before Sojiro has a chance to object she exclaims, "Then, back to Leblanc, people! It's curry time!"

Sojiro lets out a resigned sigh and shakes his head. "You eat that all the time, though."

"That's 'cause it's the best!"

"She does have a point, you know," Wakaba chimes in.

"Sound good, Jou?" Futaba asks, sticking her hands behind her back. "I know you know how awesome Sojiro's curry is!"

Jou nods, before fishing out his phone and typing a response. "Let's go have some of dad's curry."

Wakaba shoots Sojiro a knowing smirk as Sojiro's expression turns to surprise. Futaba pumps a fist in the air like she's celebrating a great victory.

"Yeah! Sojiro and Mom's curry! They worked together on the flavor, you know." She practically launches herself at Jou and grabs onto his arm, beaming up at him briefly before turning back to the two adults. "To Leblanc!"

"You heard the girl, Sojiro," Wakaba says. "Back to Leblanc for your famous curry."

"That depends on whether you're done shopping," Sojiro says, looking right at Futaba. She hums thoughtfully beside Jou.

"Well, there's still a few things I need... gimme like, five—no, fifteen more minutes!"

"Looks like that's a no," Wakaba says with a chuckle.

Sojiro sighs and shakes his head, glancing between Wakaba and Jou. "Sorry, can you keep an eye on Futaba? Be sure to come back home together as soon as she's done shopping."

"Ooh, great idea, Sojiro! You and Mom can head home together!"

"Sure thing," Wakaba says, while Sojiro tugs on the brim of his hat. "Don't waste too much of your New Year's gift here, okay?"

"Aye aye, captain! See you when we get home!"

The two adults turn and leave, disappearing into the crowd. Soon enough, it's just the two of them alone in front of the store. Jou turns to Futaba, who's beaming up at him. "Don't they look pretty great together?"

"Hm?"

"Mom and Sojiro, of course! Heh, maybe someday I'll be calling Sojiro dad, too." Futaba chuckles and grins again. "Just kidding."

Jou glances in the direction the two adults disappeared into. "Are you... okay with this?"

He glances at Futaba out of the corner of his eye, just in time to see her blink in surprise. "Well, yeah, obviously I'm fine with everything. Man, you say some weird stuff sometimes, Jou."

"This... doesn't feel weird to you at all?"

Futaba stiffens. "N-No... There's nothing weird going on at all." Futaba shakes her head. "What's gotten into you all of a sudden?"

Futaba tugs Jou's arm, looking like she intends to drag him off somewhere. "Come on, let's hurry up and finish shopping! I still have things to..."

"You know this isn't right."

Futaba stops and looks at Jou, her expression a confused frown. Jou looks directly at her for a moment, but drifts away.

"Wh... what's that supposed to mean?"

"Isshiki-san's..." Jou's voice fails him. He ends up having to sign the rest. "...gone."

Futaba shakes her head, eyes brimming with tears. Her voice shakes as she speaks. "N-No, that's not... That's not funny, Jou. Mom and Sojiro are both with us, stop messing with me!"

"...Are you happy?" Jou's voice is so quiet that it's hard to tell apart from the background din.

"Of course I'm happy!" Futaba snaps back. "A-And I'm sure Mom would say the same thing! Is it so wrong that we're all happy together as a family?"

Jou's view snaps up, finally, finally looking her in the eye.

"Remember your promise!" Futaba takes a step back, looking surprised as she lets go of Jou's arm. "Remember..." The view gets wibbly, before it drifts back to the ground. Jou raises his hands to his face, his voice becoming muffled. "Remember me."

"Jou...? Wh-what are you talking about, what pro..."

The video ends just as a pained look crosses Futaba's face.

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First Night || Tee & Kami

DISCORD THREAD FEATURING: Tee and @kamidesai

MENTIONS: none (I think)

WHEN: August 23rd

DESCRIPTION: Kami and Tee move into their new apartment.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: smut!

Kami

Kam tripped over a box on his way to the kitchen, because of course that was the first place he wanted to unpack as soon as all their shit was inside. He still couldn’t believe they’d done this - they were living together again, and in the most amazing apartment. Of course he’d envisioned this for them years ago, but there had been so long that Kam never thought he’d even talk to Tee again, let alone be in the same living space. It made him smile to himself, even over a stubbed toe as he began opening up boxes, and getting all of their kitchen supplies put away, and in order.

Tee

Tee was looking over all the boxes and trying not to get too overwhelmed. It was going to take them forever to get everything unpacked but even that wasn’t enough to ruin his good mood. They were living together again. Sometimes Tee still found it hard to believe, especially since there was a point in their lives were he wasn’t even answering Kami’s texts. And yet here they were. He walked further into their apartment and wasn’t surprised at all to find his boyfriend unpacking the kitchen boxes. He watched him go around putting everything in place, already knowing that he wasn’t even going to be using half of the stuff. “Someone’s looking a little busy”, he said, finally walking in and making himself known. “I have no idea what you’re holding right now but it looks dangerous.”

Kami

Kam snorted when Tee made a comment about what he was holding, deciding to point the item at the other male with a small smirk. “It’s an immersion blender.” He informed his boyfriend, and then gently tucked it away in a drawer he deemed appropriate for small appliances. “It’s what I use for soups, and mashed potatoes. Ya just stick it down in the pot, and it blends away.” He shook his head with a smile, clearly reveling in how amazing such an invention was. “I wanted to get the kitchen unpacked first so I can cook for us tonight.”

Tee

Tee nodded, pretending to know exactly what it was. “An immersion blender, sure. I knew that.” He was pretty sure he’d never seen one in his life and it’s definitely not something he ever had at his previous apartment. “Sounds...useful.” Considering he’d never made soup or mashed potatoes in his life, it wasn’t a surprise that he had no idea what it was. Getting the chance to eat a home cooked meal so often was going to be weird but Tee definitely wasn’t complaining. “Yeah I’ve been looking forward to that personalized chicken curry you promised me all day”, he said, leaning against one of the counters. “Although we should probably unpack the bedroom as well, or at least the bedsheets. We need somewhere to sleep tonight.”

Kami

Kam smirked when Tee said he was looking forward to dinner, which made Kami so damn happy. He loved feeding people, and seeing them react to his food. This was his passion. Kam loved tattooing, it was definitely one of his favorite things he’d ever done, and he was amazing at it. There was passion there as well, big time, but he’d never shake that cooking was what he was meant to do. “Yeah, we’ll do that next. OR you can do that while I do the kitchen.” Kam suggested with a little wiggle of his brows. “Or would you miss me too much?” He teased.

Tee

Tee knew how much Kami liked to cook and that it was something he'd always wanted to do. Maybe it could have even been something he was doing if it wasn't for his parents. The last time he tried to bring it up didn't go so well and the last thing he wanted was to ruin the happy vibe from moving in together. So, for now, he'll just enjoy having a boyfriend who cooked for him and maybe, eventually, he could bring it up again with better results. "You know I can't bear to spend a second away from you honey", he said, heavy on the sarcasm. Although it wasn't a complete lie. It was still so surreal to him that they were both here in their apartment that he didn't feel like going off to do his own thing just yet. "Need some help with the kitchen?"

Kami

Kam laughed when Tee joked about not being able to bear even a second away from him. He knew that was bullshit, but it made him laugh anyway. “We could work faster if we split up. Besides, this won’t take me too long. Just tackle some of the bedroom, and I’ll get started on dinner as soon as I can. I need to start cooking, getting those flavors workin’!” He did a little happy dance. If you could call it that. Not sure what else it could be called, he just looked ridiculous, but adorably excited.

Tee

Tee knew he couldn’t argue with that so he gave him a quick kiss and left him to get the kitchen sorted while he worked on the bedroom. He was under no impressions that he’d have the whole bedroom ini she’d by the time dinner was ready but at least he could get the sheets sorted so they would have a bed to spend their first night on. It took him a while to find the correct box but, when he did, he made quick work of putting the sheets on the bed. He couldn’t hold back a laugh at seeing the drawings of eyelashes on the pillowcases. He added the fairy lights on the headboard and bottom of the bed, lamps on the bedside tables and figured that would be enough for now. “Come look at this”, he called out, hoping Kami would hear him over the sound of the cooker hood. “Pretty nice right?”

Kami

Kam had been in the zone before Tee called for him. He was getting everything sorted, and organized, which he somehow did in record breaking time. He might’ve missed a box or two for now, but he had everything he needed for dinner, so he needed to get started. Curry took some time when it came to building flavors, and he didn’t want to skimp. He wiped his hands on a towel before heading back to the bedroom, smiling wide when he noticed how Tee had everything situated. “I love it.” He laughed, and then walked over to grab one of the eyelash pillows. “These are ridiculous.”

Tee

"There's still a lot to be sorted but I figured this should be enough to get us through the first night." They still needed to unpack the clothing boxes and figure out how to divide the closet and cupboards between them but they could do that another day. As long as they had somewhere to sleep during the night, Tee felt quite accomplished. He laughed and nodded in agreement when he saw Kami pick up the pillows. He wasn't wrong, those eyelashes looked hilarious. "They are but I think they fit us quite well, don't you?"

Kami

Kam tilted his head to look at the pillows from another angle, like that was going to tell him whether or not those pillows were just like them. “Sure. I’m gonna enjoy laying with you on them more though.” He smirked, and then grabbed Tee’s hand to pull him down on the bed with him, wrapping his limbs around the other male like a damn octopus. “God, this is so much better than my shitty apartment.”

Tee

Tee gasped as he was pulled down on the bed and hit Kam's arm playfully. "You're an idiot", he said, although anyone from miles away could probably hear how fond he actually was. "It is...no offence." Kami's apartment had a certain charm to it but they both knew most of their time used to be spent at his apartment, especially once the bath stopped working properly. Even if they hadn't decorated and chosen everything in this apartment themselves, the size of it would have more than made up for it. He turned his head to the side and caught Kam's lips with his own.

Kami

Kam smirked to himself when his boyfriend said he was an idiot, cause of course he would respond that way to being called an idiot. He would be offended by both that, and the agreement about his apartment, but he knew it was the truth. None of that mattered though when Tee’s lips were on his own, and their lips began to so easily slide together. His hand lifted up to cup the back of his boyfriend’s neck, keeping him in place while he licked into his mouth.

Tee

It was all so surreal spending time together like this, in their bed. They had a home together, fish children included and Tee never in a million years could have thought that he could be so happy. He kissed him back, moving a hand down his boyfriend's back before pulling back. "You're not cooking anything right now, are you? I don't feel like burning down our brand new kitchen on our first night here."

Kami

Kam watched his boyfriend pull back with a disgruntled face, thinking he better have a good excuse for stopping his kissies. He smiled when he asked about the food, being all adorable in checking if he was done or not. “Everything’s in the slow cooker. No worries.” He advised his boyfriend to settle his mind, and then grabbed the collar of his shirt to pull his lips back down for more kissing, both of his hands now raking through Tee’s hair.

Tee

Fear of burning the place down taken care of, Tee relaxed and allowed himself to enjoy the moment. He kissed Kami back and groaned at the feeling of hands going through his hair. “Does that mean we have enough time to christen the bed?”

Kami

Kami broke out into a smile when his boyfriend asked if that meant they had enough time to christen the bed. “That’s exactly what it means.” Kam rolled over to push Tee on his back, mounting him way too easily as he licked into his mouth, tasting him, and groaning against his lips. He grabbed the other’s hands, and then pinned them above his head while he pressed his erection against Tee’s clothed crotch.

Tee

It didn’t take much to get him on his back and he groaned at the feeling of his boyfriend on top of him, erection pressed against his own. He bit his lip when Kam grabbed his hands and pinned them above his head because it always got to him and the other clearly knew that. There was just something, almost like a certain loss of power that never failed to get to his head. Lifting his hips was hard with Kami sitting on top of him but he tried his best to thrust his bulge against the other’s.

Kami

Kam smirked as he leaned down to attach his lips to the other male’s neck, sucking softly - for now, as he ground his hips downward with a hum. They were both SO in the mood, and how couldn’t they be? Life seemed to be looking up for them right now - new amazing apartment that they could share together, dinner slow cooking in their amazing kitchen. They were happy. That was scary. “I want you.” Kam murmured against his boyfriend’s skin before nipping it, and thrusting forward.

Tee

Tee leaned his head to the side to give him more access, biting down on his lip to hold back another moan. There was still so much to do and unpack before they could truly say this place was theirs but they were getting there and that was enough for him. Now all he wanted to do was to have a good time with his boyfriend in their bed. Tee was never going to get tired of that. “Kam”, he gasped, trying to thrust back. “You can have me. I want you to.”

Kami

Kam liked getting Tee worked up to the point he was slightly begging, and begging submissive. He was so alpha type outside of the bedroom, getting to see this side of him was really something special. “Yeah?” He asked while pulling back so that he could scramble to get his shirt off. “You want me to fuck you, Tee?” Kam looked down at his boyfriend with dark eyes, hands already itching to go digging for the lube. Fuck, he hoped Tee already got it out, or it was at least easy to find.

Tee

Few people got to see Tee like this. He enjoyed handing the reigns over to his partner in bed but he only did it when he really trusted the other person and felt comfortable with them. Kami was one of the few who got him like this and Tee always felt safe in the knowledge that his boyfriend wouldn’t use it against him. As soon as Kam let go of his arms to take his shirt off, he took the opportunity to move his hands up the other’s back, getting a good feel. “Yeah, I want you to fuck me...come on Kam”, he moaned, pulling him in for an intense kiss. It’s a good thing Tee had an inkling to what they’d end up doing and thought of keeping a bottle of live close by. “Bedside table, I put everything there.” Including their box of stuff. No one was going to be looking in their apartment from them anyways.

Kami

Kami looked like he’d just won a prize when Tee let him know where the lube was, which he promptly moved to grab, and throw on the bed beside them for when he’d need it. “Okay, gotta get rid of these.” He worked quickly to shuck off his boyfriend’s clothes, tossing them in the floor with his own like he could care less where they landed. All he wanted to focus on now was getting the lube snicked open so he could slowly begin opening up his lover. “Okay, relax.” He let out a soft breath, and began to slip a finger inside Tee’s tight heat.

Tee

Tee watched as his boyfriend got what whey needed, looking on in badly concealed eagerness as he finally found the bottle of lube. It didn’t take long at all to get him naked, barely even giving a thought to where Kam was throwing his clothes in his rush. As soon as he saw him get the lube open, Tee spread his legs wider, watching with satisfaction as Kami fit in perfectly. He was about to say something about it when he felt the first push of a finger and he threw his head back against the pillow, closing his eyes. “Ah fuck, just like that.” It didn’t take long for him to get used to the intrusion and pretty soon he was whining and urging his boyfriend to give him more.

Kami

Kam really enjoyed seeing his boyfriend like this, all needy, and wanting for more. He was beautiful, and sexy, and everything that could possibly mean the world. When Tee started whining out for more, a smirk appeared on the tattoo artist’s face, deciding to slowly slip in another finger while he leaned in to kiss along the inside of his boyfriend’s thigh, and opened him up slowly.

Tee

Tee was glad that his boyfriend didn’t make him wait too long until he was slipping in another finger. He considered himself pretty lucky that they got to do this pretty often and yet, it never got old. This being their first time in their new home only made it more special. He ran his fingers through Kami’s hair, pulling it every time his fingers hit the right spot.

Kami

God, there really wasn’t much else Kam loved more than when Tee would pull his hair. It was just really really good. He added another finger, hooking the digits to chase his boyfriend’s prostate, rubbing, and massaging the sensitive area while he grazed his teeth over the skin of his lover’s throat. Kam was throbbing, so he wasn’t gonna he able to hold out much longer, but he had a feeling Tee might feel the same.

Tee

Tee knew the other enough to know how much he loved it when he tugged at his hair and always made sure to do it in order to really drive Kam crazy. It’s one of the reasons why he was so against his boyfriend cutting his hair short. It was getting harder and harder not to move when his prostate was getting hit just right and his constant stream of moans were more than enough to let his boyfriend know he was appreciating everything. But if he kept going like this, Tee wasn’t going to last much longer. “Are you going to fuck me or not?” Well, he’s been pretty well behaved so far so he was bound to get bitchy at some point. It wouldn’t be him if he didn’t.

Kami

Kam knew he’d pushed his boyfriend to his limit, expecting the bossy comment when it came out of his mouth. Kami simply smiled, and then smashed his lips to the other’s as he retracted his fingers. After lubing, and lining up, he finally moved his hips forward, thrusting himself balls deep inside his boyfriend without another wasted second.

Tee

Tee knew what was coming when Kam smashed their mouths together in a kiss and he grabbed onto his boyfriend’s back to ground himself. Tee threw his head back with a loud moan when he finally got what he wanted, pleasure making him drag his blunt nails down his boyfriend’s back. That was definitely going to leave a mark but he couldn’t bring himself to care right now. “Fuck, Kam!”

Kami

Kam made a growling sound in the back of his throat when Tee dug his nails into his skin, something that was painful, but also satisfying. That made no sense, but it was kind of like the thrill of getting a tattoo, and lord knows he enjoyed that. “Yeah baby.” He groaned against his boyfriend’s lips, and then took Tee’s bottom lip between his teeth, barring down as he began to snap his hips harder, and faster into the other male.

Tee

Tee clamped his eyes shut, the sensation of Kami thrusting into him overwhelming. He feels so full like there isn't an inch inside of him that isn't currently being taken up by his boyfriend. He loves this feeling though, always has. It's intense and yet not enough all at the same time. Tee moved his hands down Kami's back and to his hips, pulling the other towards him while pushing up to get him to move faster. Slowly, Tee opened his eyes and got to see first hand the way Kam was looking at him with such affection. God, he loves this man.

Kami

those eyes. Kami had really fallen for Tee the second he saw his eyes. There was something about him, and the way that he looked at Kam that made him feel like melted butter. They were meant to be together, and he really couldn’t think of anything else he’d been mort sure of. “I love you.” He breathed out, keeping up his movements as he dropped down to place open mouthed kisses on the other’s chest.

Tee

It seemed like no matter how intense they were being, they still managed to keep it sweet on some level. Tee stroked his thumb against Kami’s cheek, giving him a kiss before the other moved down to kiss over his chest. “I love you too, so much.” It was rare moments like these that Tee allowed himself to be vulnerable and he appreciated that his boyfriend made him feel comfortable enough to do so. Throughout their little exchange, Kami never slowed down and Tee was loving the feeling of him being torn apart. “Kam”, he moaned. “I’m not going to last.”

Kami

Kam pulled back when he heard his boyfriend say his name, followed by a warning that he wasn’t gonna last which haha - that was an ego boost. He loved that he could fuck his boy into barely being able to contain himself. Kam would never say that outloud though, Tee would get sassy. “Me too, baby.” He breathed out, his eyes landing on his favorite pair below him, his hips snapping forward, and hitting Tee’s prostate with renewed vigor.

Tee

With the way Kami was hitting his prostate with every thrust, he knew it wasn’t going to take long for him to reach his high. He was just so close. So he moved his hand to wrap it around his own cock and gave a few strokes, moaning with every move. Tee wanted it to be pleasurable for his boyfriend as well though so he tried to tighten up as much as possible.

Kami

Kam knocked his boyfriend’s hand away from his cock as soon as he touched it, wanting to be able to give him an orgasm all on his own. Tee was stubborn, but in bed, Kam could be even more hard headed. Get it? “Cum for me, Tee.” He moaned, balancing with one hand beside his lover as he worked both his fingers, and his hips to make sure his boyfriend was feeling as much pleasure as he could physically provide.

Tee

Tee whined when his hands was pushed away but he quickly shut up when Kami just replaced it with his own. Now that’s what he was talking about. He barely even needed a single command from his boyfriend before he was throwing his head back with a loud moan, grabbing onto Kami’s back so hard that he was sure to leave bruises. “Kam!” he screamed in pleasure.

Kami

Tee unraveling like that did Kami in every. Damn. Time. The second he was grabbing onto his back like that, Kam was jackhammering into the other male at an impressive speed, the sound of their skin slapping flooding the room along with the string of insanely dirty moans that left when Kam instantly filled Tee up. His hot cum was overflowing onto their newly laid sheets, oops, and he couldn’t even be bothered to care, because FUCK if that wasn’t an amazing way to break in their new place. “Ho. Lee. Shit.” He expressed as soon as he was on his back next to his boyfriend, chest rising and falling with labored breaths.

Tee

They were definitely going to have to change their sheets after this weren’t they? Well at least they had a good first run...sort of. Tee wrapped his legs around his boyfriend’s waist, holding on for the ride while the other was thrusting into him rapidly to get himself off. “Fuck me”, he gasped out as soon as Kami rolled over next to him. What a way to get settled into their new bedroom. He took a moment to get his breathing back under control, feeling like he ran a marathon or something. Ha, like that was ever going to happen. “That was...wow.”

Kami

Kam managed to lull his head to the side to smirk lazily at his boyfriend, giggling like a fucking idiot because yeah, that WAS wow. “I love you.” He muttered, looking over the boy next to him, and feeling like his heart might actually swell out of his chest. Tee was everything....just...everything he never thought he’d be able to have. He only wished his family could accept him, and know the love of his life, experience with them. It was truly their loss.

Tee

Not everyone could understand their relationship because they were so different and yet...Tee didn’t know anyone who loved him like Kami did, with all his flaws. And even though their first time together ended in disaster it was clear they were both trying so hard to make it work this time. They wouldn’t have even attempted living together again if they weren’t. So Tee laid his arm on Kami’s chest and cuddled closer even though they were both a sweaty mess. “Love you too”, he mumbled before kissing him on the cheek. “After that I’m craving the curry even more.”

Kami

Kam chuckled when Tee said he was craving the curry even more, smirking at him as he reached to take hold of his bicep with a squeeze. There really was nothing better anyone could say to him than that they were looking forward to his cooking. “And by curry, do you mean the food?” He joked, laughing at himself soon after, because he was quite frankly, an idiot. “Ready to eat then? I’ll throw the sheets in the washer.”

Tee

“You’re an idiot”, he rolled his eyes. But he was his idiot and just the thought of that brought a smile to Tee’s face. He felt like he could barely move but the promise of food was enough to get him to sit up in bed with a groan. “Yeah, I could eat. I can take care of the sheets while you get the rest done if you want.” If he tried touching any of the food he was scared of what would happen. He leaned in for one last quick kiss then went to the bathroom to clean himself up. “Meet you in the kitchen!”

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