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Cookies'n Cream - Chapter 26

Last chapter / MasterList / both arts by @aneenasevla

Chapter 26 - What changed and what stayed

"For God's sake, Tomori..."

"Kanny-"

"How do you get yourself into these messes, huh?"

"Me? I should be the one asking you those kinds of questions, Miss I-Got-Into-A-Fight-With-A-Gang-Deal-With-It! And don't say that the guy I like is a "mess", it sounds like I'm on my way to become a fuckboy's baby mama..."

"And what girls who mess with guys involved with illegal stuff usually become? Uugh...," Tomori hears Kanami moan on the other end of the line; she could imagine her rubbing a hand over her face wearily. "It's okay, I won't be making accusations. It wasn't like you knew beforehand anyway..."

"I didn't even imagine that! But coming to think of it, I should've...," Tomori sighs at the phone on top of the tea table in the center of her living room, the speaker activated, while she was busy painting the nails on her left foot resting on a covered cushion “I mean, everyone who likes martial arts knows that these underground fighting circles exist here and there."

"But you never dreamed that your gorilla could be a part of this, did you?"

"No… and I feel like an idiot for that, honestly," Tomori blows a lock of hair away from her forehead "They had already told me about that backstage league some time ago. I should've suspected at the time, but..."

"But you were still a dazzled fan at the time, that's why you didn't care," Her friend deduces for her; she heard metallic sounds on the other end of the line, so she deduced that Kanami was in the kitchens. "Holy shit, and to think that I had already forgiven that idiot…"

"I think it's no longer about forgiving him or not, Kanny. He was honest with me when I questioned it, as much as possible," She explains, finishing with her pinky and blowing lightly on her nails to help the nail polish dry faster. "He said that everyone in that club is there because they want to, that the people who work with him know... it was his hesitation that made me realize there's more there that he didn't tell me. Seems like an elaborate scheme, I don't know..."

"I see... it's a case of ‘I'm not lying, I'm omitting’, right?

"Pretty much," She nods with a grimace while wetting a cotton swab with acetone. "He also told me that he doesn't earn as much from it as he does as an Ultimate Fight champion, so he doesn't seem to be in it for the money. If he really likes that kind of thing..."

"Does that make you change your mind about the two of you?"

“Uh… no, it doesn't."

"And she still wants me to not think of her as a fuckboy's next baby mama..."

"Quit it! I called you for advice and emotional support, girl, not to have my common sense questioned!," Tomori whimpers, and Kanami laughs on the other side of the line.

"I know, Tomoh, I'm just messing with you. And honestly, the only thing keeping me from being completely outraged about the situation is that he cares enough about your safety to not want to get you involved with this."

"Yeah...," Tomori can't resist, smiling in the corner while cleaning the excess nail polish from the corners of her nails. "But I'd like to watch a fight like that, I won't deny..."

"For fuck's sake, make up your mind! Do you like the fact that your pet gorilla is involved in this underground fighting business or not?"

"It's not a matter of liking it or not!," She gestures, almost hitting and knocking over the acetone bottle on the table. "It's a matter of-"

CLANG!

Tomori jumps in fright at the loud sound coming from the phone; squeaky and kind of resonant, it sounded like someone had dropped something metallic and heavy on the floor. She curses under her breath when she sees that she's ruined the nail polish on her thumb and leans towards her phone, her heart a little racing.

"Kanny? Is everything okay there?"

"Aah- oh, fuck-"

"Kanami!"

"I'm- I'm here!," Kanami finally answers, sounding agitated. "Sorry, it was- it was Medeyami! He climbed onto the counter and knocked over one of the pans I had left drying on the drying rack!"

"Oooh..." Tomori frowns. She was hearing sounds other than Kanami's voice... and it didn't seem to be cat sounds. It sounded more like raspy breathing, but over the hissing of the phone it was hard to be sure. "Alright then, if you say so..."

"Yeah! Anyway, w-what were you saying?"

"I was saying that it's not a matter of liking it or not. It's a matter of wanting to understand in depth how this backstage league works. If it's really something serious, or even dangerous..."

"Look, if it's an underground thing, it probably is..."

"I know, but to what extent? What do these people deal with besides fights and the probable bets they make on them?," Tomori wonders. "It's kinda hard to believe that nice guys like them are part of something like that…"

"Uh… well…," Kanami suddenly sounds hesitant. "I think we shouldn't rush and judge these guys' character just because of these things."

"... No, wait," Tomori frowns. "Weren't you the one who said it was complicated to know these things only after having already forgiven Naoh?"

"Yeah… well, I said that, but I think the scare that Medey gave me helped to clear my head a little, haha," She jokes. "We don't know the situation these guys are in, do we? What made them agree to get into something like that and all... better not jump to conclusions."

"I know, but... but what if it's those underground fight clubs that don't even care about the lives of the fighters themselves?," She asks anxiously. "Where things like death happen and it’s not rare…"

"Look, Tomori, your gorilla is an idiot, but I think even he would have a lot more sense than that," Kanami comments, and Tomori hears more metallic sounds echoing. "Can you imagine if a public fighter like him had a homicide weighing on his record? Just think of the tremendous mess this would make if it came out public!"

"Yeah, I know… his reputation would never recover," She nods with another sigh. "But I prefer to think that he'd avoid this kinda thing because he wants to do the right thing, and not just because he wants to avoid the possible repercussions."

"You and I would prefer it, right? But I honestly... uuh..."

"What?," She frowns even more when Kanami seems to hesitate more. "Kanny?"

"Uur... lo- look, why don't you talk about it with him?," Kanami suddenly asks. "I know you already did last week, but it was a very quick conversation, wasn't it? You didn't get a chance to delve into the questions."

"It's hard to delve into it when all he's doing is giving vague answers or seducing me to distract me!"

"And you don't fall for that, do you?"

"… Not the first two times."

"Hussy."

"Shut up!," Tomori puffs her cheeks while her friend laughs, "Seriously, he's better at this than I thought! But to be fair, he answered all my questions, despite being uncomfortable. But that feeling that there's more to it just won't go away..."

There is silence on the other end of the line for a few seconds. Tomori didn't even hear the metallic sound of the pans. Kanami then sighs.

"Damn, maybe I didn’t choose a good time to give you all a vacation. You could talk in the bakery, a safe environment with witnesses, if it was still open."

"Kanny, I've been alone with him several times and none of those times I felt in danger. None. We're past that stage, c'mon..."

"I know, that's not what I'm talking about. It's just that I thought that, in such an environment, he might be more inclined to be honest. Y'know?," She gives a low laugh. "With it being under my jurisdiction and all. He's afraid of me after all..."

Tomori ends up laughing, pulling her legs up to her chest and hugging her knees.

"That's a good idea, but I don't want to make him feel cornered. I can see he doesn't like it. I want him to open up to me because he wants to, you know...," She thinks a little before continuing. "Do you think Rihito, Himuro and Kaneda would tell me anything if I asked?"

"I don't think so, Tomori. If Okubo has decided he doesn't want to go into detail, I don't see those three going over his head. They seem to be very loyal to each other," Kanami comments. "You'll have to talk him into it with him yourself. But if he doesn't like feeling cornered..."

"What do you suggest?"

"I don't know… make the environment very comfortable, maybe? One where he doesn't feel trapped or pressured. And to show him that... well, would you end things with him, depending on his answer?"

“I… oh, I don't know! I mean, he didn't give up on me, even after knowing what a crazy bitch I used to be..."

“Girl, a rebellious teenage phase isn't the same as getting involved in underground fight clubs."

"I know. I'm talking more about acceptance. If he only fights in this league and nothing else... maybe it'll be easier for me to accept it. Maybe," She concludes.

"Okay... continuing my reasoning then. If you put him at ease and show him that you want to know his world as a whole, not just the nice parts of it, he might be more inclined to open up to you."

"You think so?"

"Well, if you've managed to communicate well so far… just keep your phone ready in case things get a little out of hand," Her tone became threatening, and it was hard to tell if she was joking or not. "I still haven't come to terms with being underestimated by him, and an excuse to punch him in the face again is all I need."

Tomori laughs again. Kanami wouldn't be satisfied until she had a rematch with Okubo, would she? She didn't become a professional fighter only because she didn't want to, indeed...

“I'll keep that in mind, but I don't think I'll need it. I'll follow your advice, see if I can call him at home to talk..."

"At home? Wouldn't you rather talk in a public place?"

"In a public place it would be difficult for the conversation to end up in bed afterwards."

"... I said it and I'll say it again: hussy.

"Proudly!," Tomori makes a kissing sound, laughing afterwards. "Thanks for listening to me, Kanny. I needed to get these things out."

"That's what I'm here for, Tomoh. Let me know how's everything going, okay? Now I need to hang up. It's dinner time. Goodnight!"

"Goodnight! Have a nice meal."

The call ends, and Tomori sighs as she takes another cotton pad, wetting it with acetone to correct the mistake she made on her thumbnail. She had spent all those days brooding over her doubts and fears, but after a good talk with Kanami, she felt much more confident.

She would talk to Okubo and clear things up with him. Good thing she had Kanami in her life to calm her anxieties and bring out her more determined side...

And meanwhile, at Kanami's house, a few kilometers away, the baker placed her phone on the marble countertop of her professional kitchen, also sighing heavily. She casts a half-scowl at her companion over her shoulder.

"Okay, I dropped the conversation and let her and Okubo settle everything themselves. You can stop signing at me now."

Ohma sighs and hugs his girlfriend by the shoulders. "It's better this way, Kana. I only showed you the Kengan matches because… there was no better way to show you what I do."

"I know. And also because if shit hits the fan, I have a better chance of protecting myself if you're not around to help. But that's not her case," Kanami nods, leaning against him. "It's just that I don't like to hide things from my friend, Ohma. Especially when the guy she likes is part of that same world..."

"Well, if shit hits the fan, she'll have you, who will go hell and beyond to help her," he smiles in the corner. "And well, all the other idiots will help too, and I will… she's not alone in this. Neither are you."

She smiles, closing her eyes and touching his hands on her shoulders.

"And I thank you every day for that," She takes his hand, bringing it to her lips, and kisses the callused knuckles of his fingers. "But look… that girl is stubborn. She won't give up. That gorilla better brace himself."

"Well, she needs to be, if she's working at that bakery as one of the chefs… and with me as a customer," He looks at the pan. "Is dinner ready yet?"

"Yes it is! It's a good thing the pan you dropped was empty, otherwise you'd have to wait even longer," She caresses his face before rubbing her hands. "Come on, I have two cats to feed!"

She leads the way into the kitchen, Ohma and Medeyami at her heels, both happy and excited, each in their own way. She smiles to herself. She now always had to cook twice as much, but that was a small price to pay when the benefit was his company.

* * *

“… And when Rihito and I got back to shore, our swimming trunks were gone for good."

"Really? Just like that?"

"You can understand how confused we were, even more so 'cause we were drunk! We thought Himuro and Kaneda were messing with us at first, but after they swore they didn't know anything, the two of us went looking for our trunks along the lake shore."

"But weren't you naked?"

“Well… it kinda didn't cross our minds. We remembered this detail only when an old couple pointed us to the police. The old man was covering his wife's eyes and everything."

Tomori laughs out loud as she pulls her keys out of her purse, opening the front door while Okubo shakes the umbrella on the porch to get rid of excess rainwater. Not that it made much difference; the two of them were already a little wet after running out of the rain after a few hours of baseball batting and pitching, so they would end up getting the hallway wet anyway.

But the truth is, none of them cared much. Wet floors could be easily mopped. The memories of that day made the small inconvenience worth it.

"Jeez, how many times have you guys ended up in a police station because of these crazy stunts you pulled?," She asks as they enter. Okubo has to think a bit before he can answer.

"About three times? Four? I don't know, we stopped keeping tabs."

"Well, they say men lose some I.Q. when they're partying with their best friends..."

"If you include booze in this account, our I.Q. drops to room temperature," He jokes, smiling awkwardly when she laughs again. "I'm relieved you're not giving me a hard time, but at the same time I'm kinda lost for the same reason..."

"Seriously, you have to stop expecting a violent reaction from me regarding your drunken adventures," She shakes her head. "Of course I don't approve, but I don't have room to judge either. If I were to tell you half of the crazy stuff Akane and I got up to..."

"I think we'd be here in the hall all afternoon, right?," He laughs too, hanging the umbrella on the coat rack next to the door and bending down to remove his shoes. "I prefer to do this in the warmth of your living room. Better sit down to hear about your escapades, otherwise my legs won't take it."

"Yeah, I think I would be pushing your tired legs too hard..."

"Are you calling me old again? You really don't learn, do you, tyou freakin' Armrest? Come here!," He makes a move to grab her, to which she gives a high-pitched squeal and runs down the hall, laughing derisively.

"Come after me if your legs can handle it, Bigfoot!"

And he goes happily, starting a little chase around her living room, which ends with him grabbing her in mid-air when she tries to jump over the back of the sofa to escape his arms. And consequently, he lost his balance, both of them landing on the floor and taking the couch with them.

"Holy crap!"

"Ouch! Damn, I fell on top of you...," She laughs, a little out of breath, while prostrated on Okubo's chest while his legs were in the air, resting on the back of the overturned sofa. "Sorry about that."

"Nah, that's fine, you're light as a loaf of bread," He smiles. "And that wasn't my worst fall, to be honest."

"Was the worst one when Pochi destroyed your pants?

"No. It was when I fell for you..."

"Oh- oooh, my gooood...!," She hides her face in his chest with a moan, blushing and laughing. "That one was so bad, damn it…"

"And I keep falling over and over, like now. Good thing you came with me, then I don't feel so alone," He coos, hugging her, and she screams again as he starts rolling on the floor with her.

"Aaah! I'm glad for that, but do I have to roll around on the floor with you like an armadillo for this to continue?"

"Just for a few minutes, to reinforce the message!"

"That feels like one of your grappling techniques! You're handling me like an opponent in the octagon!"

"Yes, but I do it with all the care in the word, see? Muaah!," And he kisses the area just below her ear, making her laugh and shake herself all over.

"Nooo...!"

"Say 'uncle'!"

"Uuugh...! You're the one who's gonna say that!," And she manages to free her arms to shove her hands under his armpits, and it’s his turn to squeal and laugh.

"Aaahahaha, that- that's a low blow!"

"You started it, now deal with it!"

"Not a chance, you...! Oooh...," And his growl is interrupted by a hoarse and weak sound, caused by the smacking kiss that Tomori placed on his neck. She doles out more of them, using her tongue now, smiling when she manages to get that yearning sound out of his throat again.

"So... do you give up? Or do you want more?"

He lifts his head slowly, his eyes half-closed and dark, and she shivers.

"I want more... preferably in a more comfortable place, so I don't hurt my back like that..."

She laughs and leans down, touching his mouth with hers, and he reciprocates as he closes his eyes and rests his hands on the sides of her hips, letting her stay there, on top of him. It gave her a very exhilarating feeling of being in control, dictating the pace of things, the man beneath her accepting the submissive position so willingly...

“Makes me wanna ride him in other ways too...”

The thought has her biting her bottom lip in excitement…or biting his bottom lip, for that matter, since they were still kissing. Okubo shudders and grunts beneath her.

"Hnnn...! Jeez, aren't we being aggressive today...," He tightens his hips more. "To think that such a cute little thing has sharp fangs..."

"Every cute little thing does. We only show them at the opportune times," She murmurs against his mouth, batting her eyelashes slowly "Do you like it?"

"A lot..."

"Then I can show you more… my bed is much more comfortable than a sofa back, after all."

She smiled, waiting for his response. But she's surprised when his lecherous expression dies as soon as she's finished speaking, his eyes widening and his smile fading, looking more like a nervous grimace.

"Uh… look, I don't doubt it at all, but… don't you think we'd better dry off first? I don't want you to catch a cold, you know."

"A cold… in the summer?," She blinks, and he turns a little red.

“Yeah… I mean, these damned viruses don't pick a time of the year to attack, you know?," He laughs, a bit embarrassed. "W- What do you think about drying off first? Maybe you want to... I don't know, take a bath?," He suggests, smiling nervously.

Tomori blinks again. And then she gives him a smirk.

"Oooh, I got it now… what a way to invite yourself to my bathroom, huh," She jokes. "I'm up for it, but I’ll warn you that my bathtub is small."

"Uuh… I- I was talking only about you, actually," He looks away for a moment. "A hot bath to get rid of the cold, especially in your hair… I'll settle for a towel, there's not much to wipe off besides that, hahaha."

He laughed now, but Tomori only manages to get even more confused. Was it just her, or did he seem... afraid of something?

"Ooh...okay then...?," She rests her hands on the ground and slowly stands up, reaching her right hand to him next. "I thought you wanted to take a bath with me."

"I'd love to, but I don't think I fit in your bathtub. Maybe if we went to a love hotel and rented a suite..."

"Another love hotel? Why, if everything you have here is free, including the food? Which is even better, modesty aside," She jokes while he accepts her hand and stands up slowly, moaning softly. He smiles as he bends over to pick up the fallen sofa.

"I don't disagree, but there are times when you get tired of having to cook every night, right? Even cooks of your caliber deserve a break from time to time..."

"That's the thing, I'm already on a break," She shrugs. "Until the middle of next month. Cooking for just the two of us isn't too much work. And even with these vacations being paid, the money won't last if I eat out all the time..."

"It will last if you are more receptive to my chivalry…"

"Naoya, no…," She sighs heavily. "Seriously, what's with all that insistence on wanting to take me to a love hotel, huh? If you're worried about my bed, I guarantee it's not that small."

He looks at her over his shoulder, opening his mouth as if he wants to argue. But he seems to think better of it, pouting as he straightens the rug after straightening the couch.

"I already told you, I don't doubt it..."

"So what's the problem?"

He doesn't answer, his shoulders a little tense. Tomori frowns, eyeing the back of his head suspiciously.

Ever since that night after the celebratory party at the bakery, he'd always insisted on taking her to a love hotel when they wanted to be somewhere more private and cozy. The first few times, she loved the treatment. She still liked it a lot, actually. But...

Seriously, was there something wrong with her house? He had refused to come there to spend the night with her that first time, and now he was despondent, wanting to leave again when they had barely arrived. And with him still refusing to answer like that...

She hoped it wasn't going to become a habit with him. Hiding things, making lame excuses, acting suspiciously…just like he had been acting last week, refusing to explain the reasons behind that hideous bruise.

That was one of the reasons why Tomori had invited him to dinner at her house after the two had enjoyed a date that had been interrupted because of the rain. After her call with Kanami, she had decided that she wanted - no, that she needed to inquire further, to get to the bottom of that backstage league thing. Even with that voice in her head telling her that she was sticking her nose where it shouldn't be, that if she dived too deep she might not surface, she felt she would have no peace of mind until she understood what she had gotten herself into by falling in love with him.

Her home environment seemed perfect to set the mood, make him relaxed and more likely to loosen his tongue, and if to achieve that she needed to take him to bed, why not? It wasn't like she didn't want to either. It was basically combining business with pleasure.

Only there would be no way her plans could come to fruition if he didn't cooperate and kept behaving in that strange way! She puts her hands on her hips.

"I asked you a question..."

"I know. It's just that I really don't know how to answer it," He gestures a little. "It's not really an insistence, it's more a… preference?," It sounded more like a question than a confirmation. Tomori arches an eyebrow.

"Preference for what?"

"Uuh... for beds that don't let my feet hang out? I got used to it, haha...," He scratches the back of his head, smiling awkwardly. And again, she doesn't feel convinced.

"Naoh… do you have a problem with my house?"

"Wha- no! I have no problem with it, I told you that!," He assures, agitated. She frowns.

“It's hard to believe, with all that refusal to stay here more than a few hours before wanting to take me somewhere else. You never even slept here..."

"If- If I sleep in your bed, you’ll hardly fit in it with me," He argues, again avoiding her eyes. "And I’ll have a backache if I sleep on the sofa… not that there is a problem with the sofa also, it's nothing like that!"

Tomori sighs, shaking her head. It's always the same excuses...

“Look, why don't we get to the bottom of this?," She suggests, indicating the stairs with a hand gesture. "Come on, I'll take you to my room."

Okubo blinks. And then his eyes widen like they're about to fall out of their sockets.

“Uh… what? No, you don't need to-"

"Yes I do. I want you to see for yourself," She marches decisively towards the stairs, calling him with an index finger. "Come on, don't play coy. And besides, I doubt you don't want to know my room, sit on my bed..."

He remains locked in place, hesitating. Tomori glances at him over her shoulder, seeing him glance down the hall to the front door. Like he was planning his own escape or something...

Seriously, what the hell was his problem? Why was he acting like that? Confusion and frustration made her gesture more insistently.

"Come on, stop dragging your feet! You will see with your own eyes how that bed is big enough for you..."

She starts to climb the stairs, and after a few seconds, she heard the sound of his footsteps, slower and heavier, accompanying her. Fucking finally! It even looked like he was afraid of being eaten alive by her or something...

“That isn't a bad idea, you know...”

She smiles to herself despite all the confusion. She goes to the door of her room, opening it at the same time that she hears him swallowing in the back.

"Ur... Tomori..."

"Here, you can go in first," She invites, indicating the door. He shakes his head.

"Tomori, there's... there's something I need to tell you..."

"You can say whatever it is inside, in the warmth of my bed."

"Well…," He plays with his fingers. "About that… I kinda-"

"Seriously, with all those excuses, it's hard to believe that there's nothing wrong with my house," she murmurs, pouting, as he quickly shakes his hands.

"And there isn’t! That's not the issue..."

"What is it then? Are you worried about a room that is too 'girlish' and that it will ruin the mood?," She asks, half mockingly, while opening the door wide. "Well, go right in and see for yourself that there is nothing to worry about, big guy."

She steps to the side, clearing the way and allowing him a good view of the interior of her room, staring at him with an arched brow.

"See? An absolutely normal room, don't you think?"

Okubo doesn't answer. He was staring into her room with an astonished expression that was definitely not what Tomori was expecting to see. She furrows her brows.

"What?," She asks, looking around her room, at the walls, the desk, the bed and everything else, looking for something that was out of place. Everything looked normal...

"But…," He says suddenly, looking from one side to the other inside the room, seeming to look for something. "But where are the…?"

Tomori stares at him, her stomach dropping a little, her mouth opening and eyes widening.

“The… the what?”

He doesn't answer again, staring at the walls of her room, looking dumbfounded.

The completely empty walls of her room. Clean, smooth walls. And finally, Tomori understood.

"... You saw it, didn't you?"

"Uh..."

"The posters."

This time he looks at her. And his alarmed, guilty expression was all the answer Tomori needed.

"You did!," She couldn't stop herself from raising her voice, screeching in her indignation, her left fist clenching as she pointed at him with her right index finger, which was shaking with rage. "You entered my room?"

"I- I...!"

"Without my permission?!"

"I- I didn't!," He swears, all cowering and scared, taking two clumsy steps backwards. "I- I just… opened the door and turned on the light? Yeah, it was- it was just that..."

"When?!"

"The- The first time I came here... that night you cooked ginger pork..."

"So that's why it took you so long to get down the stairs!," She notes, feeling her face burn with anger and mortification. Holy shit, holy shit! He had seen the posters, he had seen that so private and so embarrassing little piece of her life, she didn't know where to hide her face...! "Damn it, Naoya!"

"S-Sorry! I didn't want to-"

"Did you touch something?"

"No! I didn't touch anything, I didn't even enter the room!"

"You're lying!"

"I'm not! I swear on my championship belt, I didn't touch a single pillow!," He assures, and his tone was pleading, his expression terrified. She snorts, trying to quell the surge of pity that seizes her.

“Is that why you took so long that day? Were you looking for my room to snoop on?"

"No, I wasn't! I was just looking for the bathroom, then I mistook the first door and saw the crafts room," He swears, and Tomori grinds her teeth, opening and closing her fists.

"You also opened my bedroom door thinking it was the bathroom door?"

He opens his mouth quickly to respond, but no sound comes out for a few seconds. And then he closes it, swallowing hard and looking as mortified as she does.

"... No. I got the bathroom door right on the second try."

She puts her right hand over her face, breathing hard, her left hand itching to do something she hasn't done in years: slap someone. And there came her violent tendencies..."

"Then you couldn’t handle the curiosity and decided to snoop on my room? You pervert...!"

"Sorry. I know it was wrong, I know, I shouldn't have done that," He admits, and Tomori tries not to get too attached to the fact that he's sounding completely sincere. "But I… I saw the posters in your living room, all those fighters, some I even knew personally staring at me, and... and I decided I needed to see it before..."

"Before what?"

He swallows hard, now looking even redder than she should be.

“Well, I… I thought that since you invited me over to your house for dinner and all… I thought we were going to…”

He didn't finish the sentence, but he didn't have to. If Tomori had been a little more cruel, she would have laughed in his face mercilessly...

... But then she would be being a hypocrite, because those had also been her intentions that night. She wanted to seduce him, take him to her room after dinner... until she remembered the posters.

Fucking hell, the posters… she wanted to lie down on the bed, bury her face in the pillow and scream until she lost her voice.

"Tomori...?," He calls in a whimper, his voice coming out fragile. Tomori puts both hands in her face this time.

"Uuugh...! That's why you always refuse to do anything here in my house, right?"

"… Can you blame me for that?"

"I can blame you for sticking your nose in what is none of your business!"

"I...! Okay, fair enough, but...," He gestures again, perplexed. "Holy shit, you couldn't expect that I'd want to have sex in a room that had posters of muscular and sweaty dudes up to the fucking ceiling!"

"I didn't expect it, dumbass! I remembered that same night about the posters and made an excuse that I was too tired to do anything else!," She gestures too, her face burning with embarrassment. "That same weekend I spent hours taking down all the posters from the walls because I knew you would never get comfortable with a view like that."

"I... wait, then...!," He widens his eyes, returning to stare at the empty and clean walls of the room. "Did you get rid of the posters because of me? Really?"

His relieved astonishment, not surprisingly, only made her more upset.

"I didn't get rid of anything. I kept most of the posters in folders, and the ones that didn't fit went to my crafts room. Did you really think I was going to get rid of a part of my life just to please you?"

He turns to her again, a little startled, and flinches once more.

"No... I mean... I'd never ask you to do something like that..."

“But you were still relieved when you thought I'd done it."

"Don't put words in my mouth, c'mon," He sighs heavily. "I was just relieved that I didn't have to look at all those men and imagine all of them staring at my naked ass..."

She had to bite her mouth to keep from laughing. She didn't want to laugh when she was mad at him, damn it!

"In that case, are you going to ask me to get rid of the posters in the living room too?"

"Hey, hey, I didn't ask you for anything! You took the posters down because you wanted to!," He points to her, now sounding a little annoyed. "I already told you, it's your house and you can decorate it however you want. But..."

"But what?"

“But you can't expect me to gloss over my discomfort with these things. I'd never ask you to do the same for me," He puts his hands in his pants pockets, looking to the side. Tomori feels a small flare of remorse, but she immediately suppresses it.

“Hey, don't try to paint me as the one in the wrong here! You entered my room without my permission!"

"I'm not! I know I'm the one who's wrong! But-"

"Oh, enough of that! I'm already getting a headache," She grunts, massaging her temples with her fingers, her eyes tightly closed. "Look, I'm going to take the bath you suggested, to see if I can cool down a bit."

"... Do you want me to leave?," He asks in an unhappy but resigned tone. Tomori wanted to say yes, but the needy, softie side of her stopped her. She sighs.

"No I don't. We have to talk seriously about this. Until then, I'll be in the bathroom. And you!," She points at him menacingly. "Don't enter my room in the meantime!"

"I won't! Fuck, I've already learned my lesson...," He mumbles, sulking, walking out the door, his head down. Tomori watches him walk away down the hall, a little wary, before allowing herself to let her guard down and take a deep breath, running a hand over her face.

That was an invasion of privacy and she should be mad at him for it. She kinda was, actually. You had to be really perverted to want to peek into a girl's room behind her back...

Or an insecure, slightly jealous idiot. He had said he hadn't touched anything, that he hadn't even gone in, had he? She saw no reason to doubt it. But it also didn't mean that it had been right and that she had to suck it up!

Tomori shakes her head, deciding that she wasn't going to think about it any more for the time being, or she'd end up pissed off more. She heads straight for the bathroom, but not before locking the bedroom door behind her. She believed him when he said he wouldn't go in there without her permission again, but having that privilege revoked for the moment was a well-deserved punishment for him.

Once inside the bathroom, she busies herself with bath preparations so she doesn't have to overthink infuriating things. She adjusts the bathub's controls, programming it to fill with hot water, then she sheds her wet clothes from the rain. All this while huffing to herself.

"Dumbass... stupid, stupid gorilla... what was he thinking?," She mutters as she sits on the stool next to the bathtub and turns on the shower. "That I was going to cheat on him with those posters or something? Fuckin' pervert..."

She washes herself, scrubbing her body and hair, the hot water from the shower relaxing her muscles and slowly easing her anger. But hearing her own voice echoing in the bathroom as she continued to mutter was being a good distraction, so she continued.

"He could've said something... he could've admitted it from the beginning, but no, he kept it all to himself...," She puts shampoo in her hand and vigorously washes her hair, eyes closed. "And there's no reason for me to be ashamed, the posters are mine and I do whatever I want with them! If I want to put them in the bathroom, I will and- blargh!," She spits out, coughing, as a mouthful of foam enters her mouth. "Uuugh, was that- was that karma? It's not me who deserves this! Dammit..."

She closes her eyes, picking up the shower and rinsing her hair, that soapy taste still in her mouth. She sniffs a little.

"If I looked crazy before, imagine now..."

There was only the echo of her voice, bouncing off the bathroom tiles, to agree with her.

She finishes washing up, ties her hair in a loose bun and climbs into the tub, sighing as the hot water envelops her. And with that, it seemed that her anger was dissolving along with the steam that came out of the bathtub. She sinks until she's only half face out, her breath making bubbles burst to the surface.

Perhaps she had overreacted...? No, dammit, it hadn't been right and that was it! He had to understand that. Even if they had already slept together, their relationship still needed more maturation for them to have that level of intimacy...

And she thought these things after planning to take him to her bedroom so she could ride him. She laughs at the irony of it, even swallowing some water from the bathtub. She was still coughing when there was a knock on the door.

"Tomori..."

She immediately sits up straighter in the tub, alert. His voice came in a little muffled, sounding low and hesitant. He hadn't yet entered, but she instinctively ducked into the water to hide her nakedness.

"Tomoooh..."

She sighs. "What is it? I told you to wait for me while I take a bath..."

"I know, but…," He pauses for a second before continuing, his voice becoming louder, clearer. "But I can't stand being like this with you. The two of us being mad at each other… I don't want this to keep happening, over and over again."

"Me neither. But it gets complicated when these blunders keep happening, one after the other," Tomori hugs her own knees. "First the backstage league thing, and now this…"

There is resounding silence on the other side. It lasts so long that Tomori wonders if he's moved away from the door. And when she opens her mouth to call out to him, she's interrupted by a deep, tired breath.

"Uuugh… can I come in? Please. I want to talk. Calmly."

Tomori hugs her knees tighter. She then groans, sinking back into the tub.

"Okay then. It's not like you haven't seen it all already, anyway."

She hears the door open. She waits for him to enter the bathtub area, but it takes a little longer than expected. And when he finally appears in the doorway, he's wearing nothing but pants, his chest exposed. Tomori blinks.

"Okay… what's up with that?"

"Uh... my shirt was already wet, so I combined business with pleasure," He shrugs. Tomori looks him up and down.

"Wait, do you want to take a bath too? I'd have to get out of the tub..."

"No need, I don't intend to take a bath now."

"Or I could sit on your lap. It's tight, but it fits."

"…Okay, I changed my mind. Let’s wash this stench off!," He starts to unbutton his pants, and she waves her hands quickly, a little red.

"Wait, wait, I was kidding! I'm still a little pissed, if you get in the bathtub I might try to drown you!"

He laughs low, walking over and sitting down on the side of the tub.

"It would be fun to see you try to do that in that tiny bathtub. Only if I lay down on it and you sat on my face to suffocate me."

"The way you say it, it doesn't even seem like a bad way to die..."

"And it's not! I'd leave this world as a fulfilled man."

Tomori can't resist, laughing a little. That way, it was easy to forget that she was angry. Or that she wanted to remain angry, at least a little longer.

"Nah, I would just do it in a way that would leave you alive and with lots of good memories for the days when I can't sleep with you... but I guess that's not what you came to talk about, right?," She looks sideways at him, and Okubo nods slowly.

"As much as I like this conversation, no, it’s not," He bends one knee, bringing it closer to his chest. "I wanted to explain myself..."

Tomori rests the back of her neck on the edge of the tub, closing her eyes.

"There's nothing to explain. You were unsure about the posters in the living room, so you decided to investigate if there were more in my room."

"Not exactly…," He scratches his scalp. "You always do that, have you noticed?"

"What?"

"Drawing the worst conclusions before letting me explain my point. This isn't the first time," He looks sideways at her with a frown. "Can you hear me out before you start assuming things?"

Tomori frowns, wanting to open her mouth to retort, but nothing seems to want to come out of it. She huffs, looking away.

"Alright, fine. Spit it out. Not that it changes anything..."

"Thanks. Anyway...," His hand migrates to the back of his neck, his mouth tightening with discomfort. "When I was in the bathroom washing my hands, I got a message from the guys. They knew I was here with you, so... they started making jokes..."

"Men…," She rolls her eyes a little, to which he blushes.

"It was nothing inapropriate or disrespectful to you! It was more like mockering and wondering how I was going to manage to do what I had to do in a very… feminine room," He gestures with one hand. "They talked about plushies and everything… and then I felt anxious and I thought that I... I don't know... that I should at least check before anything happened..."

Tomori turns to him, blinking. And she didn't know if it was the information or his mortified face (probably a combination of the two) that provoked her next reaction. All she knew was that she had burst out laughing, even gulping down yet another mouthful of water.

"Blaghblubblu... bluhahahaha!," She coughs and laughs out loud at the same time. "My- my gohohohod...!"

"Come on now…," He mutters, pouting. "It’s not that funny…"

"Of course it is! Was that- was that your biggest concern?," She asks, leaning towards him as she leans on the edge of the bathtub, smirking. "That I had a squadron of Hello Kitty plushies, teddy bears, dolls and stuffed animals ready to judge us for premarital intercourse?"

"Quit it! Have you ever tried to do something naughty with those little plastic eyes staring at you?!," He asks indignantly, now almost purple with embarrassment. "It's like you're deflowering something too pure and innocent for this world…"

"And that would have prevented you from doing the deed with me?," She arches an eyebrow, smiling widely. Okubo pouted, looking at her with narrowed eyes.

"No. But the posters…," He groans, tilting his head back. "Holy shit, Tomori, I know a lot of those guys personally. There was no way I could do anything there, as much as I wanted to!"

"I know. I wouldn't have asked you that," She shakes her head. "But none of that justifies you invading my privacy like that."

"I know, it's my fault and there's nothing to discuss," He runs a hand over his face, a little tired. "But please, try to see my point. It's a little complicated for me to look at all this and know that..."

"Know that what?," she insists, feeling suddenly sick with anticipation. He looks away, apparently unable to meet her eyes.

"... That I'm just one more amongst all of them..."

Tomori stares at him, unable to say anything for a few seconds, stunned, her stomach plummeting in sudden understanding. Oh, fuck...

"Wait… are you jealous of Mr. Seki, Gaolang and all the other fighters I'm a fan of? Seriously?”

"I… ugh, I know it's ridiculous, childish and that shit!," He grunts, rubbing his eyes. "And that's why I never said anything. I have no right to demand to be the only idol in your life or anything like that, and I shouldn't even want to. Holy shit, you must think I'm an idiot."

Tomori runs her tongue over her lips, biting them, staring at her own knees before answering:

"Yeah, I do think you're an idiot."

Okubo flinches, breathing hard afterwards.

“I knew I should've kept my mouth shut. I'm a fucking loudmouth-"

"You're an idiot for thinking you're still just one more among them all."

That silenced him, and for that Tomori was grateful. He stares at her, wide-eyed, his jaw a little slack.

"Uhhhh… I don't think so, not like that! It's more a matter of..."

"A matter of being one more idol among so many others, right?," She completes the sentence for him, nodding slowly. "I understand. But after everything we've been through together, do you still think I can look at you the same way I look at all of them?"

He stares at her, not seeming to know how to respond. But his cheeks were filling with color, a rosy shade she knew well.

"I…," His voice breaks, and he clears his throat, a fist in front of his mouth. "I don't know, I… sometimes I look at the posters of all those guys, especially Gaolang, and I feel like I'm no match..."

"You're kidding, right? I'm sure you can defeat, like, ninety-eight percent of them."

"No, not in that sense. It's just that Gaolang and several of them are fucking pretty boys, while I...," He indicates his own face with a gesture of his hand, all embarrassed. "Ugly guys like me always get insecure when they go out with girls that are as beautiful as you are. There is always that thought in my subconscious that you can do much better..."

"Naoya," She faces him with a hard expression. "You're offending me. First of all, you're not ugly."

"You're kinda biased," Okubo pouted. "It's normal to think that the guy you like is a hunk..."

“I didn't say that either."

"Damn, I know I screwed up, but do you need to roast me like that?!"

She laughs out loud, leaning back over the edge of the tub.

"Yes, I do. And second, do you really think that about me? Even after all this time? When did I hint that I would stop liking you the instant a better looking guy came along?"

"No… ugh, sorry if I gave you that impression," He runs a hand over the top of his head, embarrassed. "I know you wouldn't, Tomoh. I'm an insecure idiot. I always try to be the best so I can feel that I'm worthy of you. I even disrespected your privacy in the midst of these attempts..."

"Yep. That was unnecessary," She nods, closing her mouth. "But dammit… I wasn't expecting that. I was the one who used to think that you could do better than me, you know? What a role reversal..."

"Wait, really?," He blinks in astonishment. "But that doesn't make sense! I think you're wonderful, I've always thought that..."

“And I feel the same way about you. So, that's it," She shrugs, resting her hands on the edge of the bathtub and her chin on top of them. "You try to compete with my other idols, c'mon. They're a source of inspiration for me, just like you. That's one thing that will never change, so please don't ask me that."

"I won't. I promise," He nods, resigned. She looks at him for a few seconds before smiling tenderly.

“But one thing that's definitely changed is that while they're still up there, so far away from me, you're right here. By my side. Do you think I don't value this more than fan idolization?"

He looks at her sideways, hesitant, and she keeps the smile firmly on her face, hoping that's convincing enough. A hint of a smile appears at the corner of his mouth.

"With you making that face, it's pretty hard to."

"So keep looking at it and start thinking it's impossible," She lays her head down on her arms. "I already told you that, didn't I? I'd rather be with the guy whose hand I can hold than the guys who are too far away for me to reach."

"I know..."

"So don't put that distance between us like that, Naoya. Don't hide things from mewhile not admitting others. This is not how we can go forward."

"I know," He repeats, nodding slowly, his expression now much more placid. "And that goes for you too, ok? Don't always assume the worst of me, Tomori, please. It's as if everything I've done so far for you and myself was worthless. Talk to me if there's anything bothering you."

“I never said it was worthless. But…," She runs her tongue over her lips, and then nods. "Okay, I'll talk to you before jumping to conclusions. And please, do the same to me."

"Alright then. It's a deal."

"Yeah. Deal."

They smile at each other, Tomori feeling much lighter. There seemed to be no more room for anger there, in that steam-filled bathroom, and she wasn't going to try to bring it back with any more ridiculous arguments. If he'd learned his lesson, she would try to trust him. She just hoped he would do the same from now on.

"So…," He starts suddenly, after a few seconds of public silence. "Does this mean I'm forgiven or…?"

"Is this always going to be your default question after a 'DTR'?," She asks with a little laugh. "I forgive with two conditions."

"Oh, boy, here it comes… spit it out."

"First, I want to go to your apartment."

"Uh… is that all?," He blinks, surprised, but also looking relieved. "It didn't even have to be a condition. I already planned to invite you to spend a day there."

"That's good to know. And second...," She struggles to keep her eyes fixed on his. "I want you to take me to see that backstage league."

His smile dies as if she's given him bad news. He stares at her, astonished, before groaning and pinching the bridge of his nose with his index and thumb.

"Ugh... dammit, Tomori..."

"Yeah, I still haven't forgotten about that story."

"Yeah, I can tell! Ugh... I already explained to you why I don't think this is a good idea," He sighs, looking at her guiltily. "I'm worried that you'll get the attention of the wrong people. And this league is kinda full of them."

"I'll be safe if you're there with me," She insists, grabbing the edge of the bathtub. "I promise I won't leave your side."

"That's not the problem... what if it's during a match of mine?," He frowns, seriously. "Who's going to take care of you, huh?"

"Rihito, Himuro or Kaneda. They're part of that league too, right? I know they wouldn't mind," She says, anxiously. "And anyway, I'm not completely helpless. You know what I can do with a baseball bat in my hand."

Okubo laughs, his tone disbelieving.

"Would you go out beating the crap outta anyone who came to bother you then? There's something I'd pay to see, hahaha!"

"Here's your chance then!"

"If!," He raises a finger. "This was a league for any kind of people, where any random brawler can enter. There are guys at my level in this league. And several others that are far above me..."

"Above you?," She widens her eyes, kneeling in the bathtub and raising her body a little in excitement. "Really? Oooh, man, I have to see this!"

His expression in response to this is hilarious: he looked both alarmed at having further piqued her curiosity and quite absorbed at the sight of her wet, bare torso. Tomori can't help noticing this, smiling and bringing her arms together a little to squeeze her breasts between them.

"Pretty please?"

"Tomori..."

"I promise I'll make it up to you very well..."

"Hnnnnf...!," He shudders and puts a hand over his red face, trying desperately not to look at her chest. "You…! You're a demon, you know that? The cutest and hottest demon in the world..."

"I'm not a demon, how rude! I'm just a very devoted fan wanting to support her idol in every single of his works...," She makes a pout, to which he snorts.

"Oh, so now I'm your idol? Yeah, right! I won't take that bait... nooo...!," He moans when she leans out of the bathtub and hugs him by the neck, pressing her breasts against his face. "That's a low blow, damn it!"

"Please, Naoh. Just so I can have peace of mind."

"Mine is already gone by now! Grunf... holy shit, you smell so good...," He whimpers, pulling her out of the bathtub and burying his face between her breasts, and Tomori knew she had won. She smiles and pats his head.

“I promise I won't do anything to get attention. I just really want to understand what you're getting into... and what I'm getting into, indirectly. I still worry, you know."

"I know. Hnnn...," He makes a happy sound, both with her caresses and with the privileged place where his face was buried. "I... I can't promise you anything, Tomoh. This league has very strict rules, and it's... very selective with outside visitors. But I'll see what I can do, I swear."

She nods, resting the side of her face on top of his head.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome. And now...," His hands held her by the hips, squeezing lightly as he raised his dark gray eyes to her, smiling insinuatingly. "Shall I take you to the bedroom now or wait for you to dry off?"

She laughs, touching the side of his jaw. "Let me at least dry off so I don't wet my whole bed."

"Why worry about it, if you're going to wet it anyway?"

"Naoya! My god, you...!," She squeals, blushing, but she can't help it and laughs again when he gives a few smacking kisses down her neck. "And you still say I'm the demon... not to mention that you forgot the posters very quickly, huh!"

"It's easy, knowing that they're no longer there, staring at me from the walls. And they can continue to be your idols, I don't care about that," He gets up from the floor and takes her along with him, eliciting a surprised little squeal from her. She turns even redder when he gives her a lascivious smile. "But this wonderful sight... ooh, I don't want to share it with anyone."

And as expected, Tomori doesn't resist, touching his face and bringing him in for a kiss, as he carries her in his arms to the bedroom.

She could put aside those issues for now, no problem. But he better not think he could make her forget about them for good. She was patient and understanding, but there was a limit to how many chances she was willing to give. And she hoped he wouldn't forget that either.

NEXT CHAPTER

#Kengan Ashura #Kengan Omega #kenganverse #fanfiction #Okubo Naoya #Naoya Okubo #okubo x oc #kengan oc #Tokita Ohma #cookies'n cream #the heavy bakery series

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wedemkktzip · 1 year

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101122 dophan kkt trans a thread 🍒

~after final, he was so busy that he just said a short word and left the gc

~he ate something delicious which his sister bought it for him. It's so delicious

~he think he will feel emotional again if he watch cheers mission

~he did cry on the stage after performing cheers mission but it didn't show on the ep

~he had fun while shooting their skit

~he like iced americano

~he recommend a yacht by park jaebeom. He listen to the song when he on holiday during his enlistment

~when he nervous, he take more deep breathe.

~he had two sandwiches and a cup of coffee from food truck widibiji prepared

~his sleeping and and wake up time is so random because it's depends on his schedule

~he want to try many great performances

~it's his first time wearing grills (accessories they wear on their teeth for last dance mission)

~his hometown is ansan

~behind story of his name is when he's 19,his highschool friend said that he was so cool when he dance,so he found word 'dope' after looking for a connection and he complete it with his name, Lee daehan = Han.

~he like seed hoteok

~some members did had braces before but he don't remember whose

~his hobby other than dancing is watching youtube

~his shoe size is 260

~he dyed his hair so many times before that his hair looks a bit damaged. He don't think he will dyed his hair for a while.

~*pic he don't know why he found the pic is so funny

~*pic doesn't this picture looks like an edit (because of kamel)

~he likes being funny

~the grills is light because it's made from plastic

~*pics it was when he's 23 years old

~it was his first time wearing glasses since then

~ he wear jacket cuz he wanted to look cool when he took pictures

~he removed his nail art well

~it's wasn't filled up cuz it's looks like x. The makeup artist do the nail art and made it pretty on purpose so it's cute

~he should go to the gym now cuz he need to take care of his health

~he never done an ig live before so he will try it later

~his current phone model is iphone 11 and it's time to change his phone

~celebrities he looks alike is jin sunkyu and Cho woojin

~when he's wearing beanie, he looks like a cotton swab

~"thank you so much for watching and supporting smf every Tuesday until this late hour. Thank you so much until the final. Wedemboyz will continue to show great performances. Thank you once again".

#Wedemboyz #wdbz #vata #insun #dophan #youngbin #haesung #kamel #kyungnam #ingyoo #lildae #jimmy #hojun #noan #doosan #ahob #gyeongsik #yunhwan

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ive been feeling fluffy lately and can u make scenarios where s/o accidentally bump or crash into akaashi, iwaizumi, kuroo, oikawa, and eita and s/o highkey has a crush on them and shocked and doesn’t know how to react but then suddenly gets a kiss on the lips/cheek/nose with a confession? idk if this makes sense loll! thx!

Awh, I’ll do a continuation of this one for the requested boys, thank you for the request, love I know you’ve been waiting a bit<3

Accidental Confessions w/ Akaashi, Iwaizumi, Kuroo, Oikawa, and Semi

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Akaashi

The library bustled with light chatter as your earbuds played a light tune in your ears as you scanned the bookshelves, deep in thought as you decided on what to grab. The aisle was more isolated away from the others, and you didn’t mind- most people were here to study anyway, uninterested in the aisle that held the older novels.

Your eyes widen a little when you begin to pull a certain book out, the whole shelf seeming to rock with your movement as you still immediately, wanting not to cause a commotion if the shelf were to fall along with the many books obviously over-stacked on the shelves. You bite back a groan, glancing around before deciding to quickly pull the book out anyway, thinking if you were fast enough, the shelf wouldn’t be able to lose its’ weak sturdiness.

The shelf immediately begins to lurch forward, and you panic, shutting your eyes tightly on instinct, knowing your current upper body strength wouldn’t be able to support such a hardware. All you could do was pray it wouldn’t lurch far enough to fall-

You wince for potential impact, instead hearing quick footsteps and the sound of two hands jutting against the shelf. You hear books fall to your feet, and put your hands over your head in case any fell on you.

Either you were just lucky, or-

“Must be a really good book then, huh?”

You open your eyes just in time to see a hard-covered book hit Akaashi Keiji’s head, one of his blue-green eyes shutting at the impact in slight pain. The heat flames to your cheeks before you can control it, glancing around to realize if your now distanced friend hadn’t been there, you could have been squashed flat. His hands were resting on either side of you, arms outstretched as he had ducked his head to cover yours from any falling books.

The tune still playing in your ears seemed muffled as you tried to grasp the situation, a stutter fumbling into your words.

“I’m so s-sorry, does it hurt?” You melt into panic, looking away from anywhere except Akaashi’s usual blunt stare.

“Getting hit by books is never fun. Now I know how Bokuto feels.”

You shrink away, attempting to escape from Akaashi’s human cage.

“Thank you, Keiji.” You manage out in doing so, still not meeting the eyes of someone you once called a friend before certain feelings led to you avoiding him. “We should get you checked-”

“Why are you avoiding me, Y/N?”

Fuck.

“I’m not. And we should really go to the nurse-”

“Y/N.” Your mouth goes dry when Akaashi tugs one of your earbuds out, leaning into you even more as you’re suddenly thankful for the isolated aisle. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No!” You exclaim, fumbling your words. “I-I did something wrong! And it would just be easier to ignore everything I feel for you, but I can’t when I’m near you all the time-”

You clamp a hand over your mouth, eyes widening as you try to run again, but Akaashi easily keeps you in place, the blunt blue stare seeming to have another emotion swimming amongst his eyes matching the ocean.

“Y/N.”

“W-What?”

“I just saved you from a bookshelf and potential death. Do me a favor.”

“What?” You repeat in a squeak, shying away behind your book as Akaashi merely shows a ghost of a smile, pushing the book away as you back into the bookshelf, eyes widening at the proximity.

The book cluttered to your feet amongst the others, the tune in your one ear still playing as Akaashi slipped the loose earbud in, filling your ears with music and your chest with symphony as his lips pressed tightly against your forehead.

“Just let me say that I like you too, will you?”

Iwaizumi

“Sit here! I’ll be right back!”

Iwaizumi didn’t really know how he ended up here.

The ace watches as you rush out of your kitchen with flushed features, examining the few cuts on his hand and legs from the fall of his bike. Your morning jog just so happened to be one you lost yourself in, your foot entangling with one of Iwa’s wheels that led to his painful outcome and you insisting you come back to yours to assess the damage.

Iwa crosses his arms, leaning back against the counter before wincing a little. This was nothing. The whole reason he had even accepted was-

“I found the kit-!”

Iwa watches amusedly as you trip over yourself in your return, stumbling a little before giving him a cute apologetic bow and settling next to him, fiddling with the opening of the kit.

“I’m really fine, Y/N.”

Iwa arches a brow when your movements still, and your blossomed cheeks had the ace feel pride swell in his chest at his effect on you.

“W-Wait, you know me?”

“We’re in the same class.” Iwa attempts to play it off, clearing his throat. Truth be told, the ace had heard of your cutesy crush on him a few weeks ago, only making Iwaizumi notice you more and more with each passing day. Of course, he was really good about being discreet about it-

still, that didn’t cover the smirk on his face when he caught you glancing his way once or twice.

“Right...”

“That is why you invited me here, right?” Iwa sweatdrops. “You don’t just let random men you don’t know-”

“No! Of course not!” You rush out embarrasedly as Iwa hides his teasing smirk, covering his mouth with his hand as you sterilize a cotton swab. “I do know you...”

Iwaizumi closes his eyes at the stinging on his cheek as you gently glide the swab over it, disinfecting it thoroughly as your heart pounds at the situation. How had your crush ended up seated in your empty kitchen on a Sunday morning?

“Is your bike alright?” Your shaky voice makes conversation as Iwa takes another teasing jab, scoff in his words.

“I’m doing just fine, thanks.”

“T-That’s not what I mean!” You whine, even more embarrassed than before as Iwa’s chest rises with a chuckle. This was fun.

“Where else?!” You question, wanting this to be over with once you placed a bandaid over the cuts on his cheek and hands.

“My back.”

You spin around hastily when Iwa deadass takes his shirt off, flexing a little as you hide your face in your hands, not believing this was happening. You take a shaky breath that had a coy grin tickling Iwa’s lips as he feels your hands gently trace up his back to his wound.

“Enjoying yourself?” Iwa questions as your silence makes him turn around a little, smirk fading when he sees you had buried your face in your hands once again.

“Please stop teasing me.” Your hushed voice mumbles into your palms as Iwa immediately feels the guilt wash over him, prompting the dark haired boy to turn around completely.

“Hey- I’m sorry.” Iwa gently tugs one of your hands away from your voice to reveal your teary eyes and blushing face, eyes widening at the sight as a warmth spread over his chest.

“You’re fun to mess with- I didn’t mean to go that far.”

Iwa feels something in him snap when you pout, nodding and refusing to meet his eyes before he pulls the wrist in his hand towards him, causing you to lean a little into him as your eyes widen.

“Let me make it up to you.”

“Hm?”

Your face burns at the feel of Iwa brushing his lips against your cheek, causing you to wrench out of his grip and stumble back in absolute shock. You control your breathing as Iwa pulls his shirt back on over his head, looking at you casually before swinging his bike keys on one finger.

“So do you want to go on a date, or what?”

Kuroo

“Please grab him!”

Kuroo’s eyes widen as the cutest cat he had ever seen leaps up into his arms with ease, a grin spreading out across the captain’s features as he strokes its’ soft fur as it purrs, snuggling into his arms.

Apparently, the owner of this cat just happened to be the cutest person, in his book. For awhile now, actually.

You groan, jogging lightly up to the boy you knew as the captain of the volleyball team while bowing your head apologetically as Kuroo’s grin only widens at the sight of you. You plant your feet on the sidewalk, smiling a little at the way your cat seemed to be content with the feel of Kuroo’s arms.

“I’m so sorry!” You click your tongue, carefully taking your pet from the captain’s arms and setting it on the ground as your cat rubs up against one of your legs, grinning a tad apologetically. “Kuroo-senpai!”

Kuroo didn’t know what to say, chuckling a little awkwardly as a heat tickled his ears. You weren’t strangers for the most part, you were just the girl who passed by him after the third bell with the same friend everyday, always offering him a bright smile and nod as you strolled past him.

And he continued to look for that smile at the same time of each day, a little more bounce to his step each time your lips stretched for him.

“It’s nothing, little fella got loose, did he?” Kuroo crosses his arms, fighting to keep the nervous crack out of his voice as you sigh, running the hand that wasn’t holding the loose leash through your hair.

“He hates walks because of this thing, so I’m not that surprised.”

“Walking a cat is a rare sight to see.”

“You’re a rare sight to see.” You counter, tone teasing as Kuroo’s eyes widen a fraction as the heat spreads to his cheeks. “Shouldn’t you be like, spiking a volleyball right now?”

Before Kuroo could question whether or not you paid attention in a flirtatious manner, a tug at his legs stopped him as the captain reacts quickly-

Your pet, as a form of hell to pay, had casually walked a circle around the two of you with both of you failing to notice, walking off as the leash slowly tightened around your pairs of ankles, prompting you to trip as your ankles become tied together.

A squeak slips your lips as Kuroo turns, relasing a loud groan as his back hits the concrete, your front falling onto his chest as Kuroo instinctively wrapped his arms around you for utmost protection.

“You damn cat!” You groan, trying to get up to no avail as said cat licks its’ paw from a distance, causing you to roll your eyes before realizing the situation you were in.

You lift yourself up a little with both arms, a blush rushing to your face at how close your face and the captain’s was as Kuroo’s slackened jaw tightens to form a smirk.

“Falling for me, are you?”

“Talk about cheesy.” You laugh awkwardly, beginning to scramble off. “Again, I’m so sorry-”

Kuroo’s arms tighten around your waist, tugging you back down to hold you tightly from this position as the captain’s feral eyes seem to gaze up at the sky, you stuttering as you look up from his chest with blossomed cheeks.

“S-Senpai?”

“Just a little longer.” His arms tighten. “Please?”

The beat of silence was filled with shock as your eyes widen at the sound of Kuroo’s chest beating rapidly, the captain chuckling when you seemed to be listening a bit too intently.

“Now would probably be a good time for me to tell you that you’re the cutest girl I’ve wanted to take out for awhile, huh?”

Oikawa

“Gotcha!”

You blanch as Oikawa Tooru’s gym bag falls to the ground with a thud, catching you in the flashiest way possible before you could fully hit the ground, your papers flittering around you like snow as you bite back a groan. One of your hands rested on the captain’s chest, your waist in the hands of the one and only-

Really, right in front of his fangirls? You think, reminded of the salad meme as you scramble out of the brunette’s hold, rushing past him with a rushed thank you in hopes to avoid the herd.

“W-Wait, Y/N-chan!”

You nod to his friend Matsukawa in thanks as you accept your now collected papers, ignoring his calls as you turned the corner hastily, embarrassment flooding your cheeks along with a strange beat in your chest.

“Mattsun, I failed again...” Oikawa’s hand slackens as a pout overtakes the brunette’s lips as Matsukawa shrugs, amused by the whole situation as he nods over to the poorly-hidden fanclub.

“Blame them.”

Oikawa groans, turning to glare at his fellow senior. “I said help me win her over, not trip her!”

“I’m no miracle worker.” Matsukawa simply shrugs, pocketing his hands in his school pants as he grins in the direction you had run off in. “Still, I get it. You want the girl who’s not a complete ditz for you.”

“That’s not why!” Oikawa denies, brushing past the group of girls vying for his attention. “Y/N’s special. She doesn’t...”

“Treat you like the asshole you are?”

“Yeah! That!” Oikawa snaps before realization dawns on the brunette’s features, glaring at a cackling Matsukawa. “Wait, no-”

“I can’t believe we’re friends.”

Oikawa’s sassy retort falls on deaf ears as Matsukawa turns into his class, offering a single wave to his captain as Oikawa groans, heading in his own direction as he wonders if he’ll ever be able to tell you, deciding to skip class to sulk in his sadness.

Rounding a corner, he’s surprised to see none-other than your figure sitting quietly in a secluded staircase that was hardly used, seeming to be skipping as well as you tapped a pen to your lips, working on some forgotten homework as a pile of the previous scattered papers sat at your side. Oikawa’s lips pull into a natural smile at your content features, his heart rate picking up, thinking he was being given another chance.

The brunette considers his next course of action, grinning before shaking your shoulders and scaring you out of nowhere.

“Y/N-chan~!”

You jump, a small scream erupting from your mouth before you hastily cover your mouth with widened eyes meeting chocolate ones as Oikawa flinches, not expecting you to react that way.

“Who’s there?” An authoritive voice booms as you both seem to panic at the same time, and the next thing the captain knows, your papers were shoved messily into your bag before your hand tugged at his sleeve as you ran, pulling him along in the process.

You throw the door to an unused classroom open before dragging Oikawa in and sliding the door shut quietly, not bothering with the light as Oikawa watches with widened eyes, thoroughly impressed.

“You-!”

Oikawa swallows, nodding obediently when you put a finger to his lips, listening for the chaser’s footsteps to fade away before you sigh, flicking the light on before glaring at the brunette.

“Are you insane?”

“In my defense- who could’ve guessed that corridor echoed?” Oikawa responds with an easy smile as you relax a little at the sight before going to retort-

The footsteps come again, prompting Oikawa to panic and tugging you so your back hits the wall next to the door, shushing you as you did to him as the easy smile comes back as his pointer finger rests against your lips as he seizes the opportunity.

“If we get caught, I just want you to know that I love you.”

Oikawa’s breath hitches when you roll your eyes, prompting the brunette to tilt your head up carefully, brown eyes drifting over yours before cupping your face and kissing the tip of your nose just as the footsteps race past the door, your stunned features causing the captain to smirk at the pink that lightens your cheeks.

“I wasn’t joking.”

Semi

The car seemed to have come out of nowhere, and your feet stilled on the crosswalk stupidly as the sign for pedestrians continued to flash as the driver tried to skid to a stop-

but it was clear that it wouldn’t be enough.

The breath gets knocked out of you as soon as you clench your eyes shut tight, trembling at what was to come until you realize that the car wasn’t what caused your loss of breath.

Semi Eita pants, chest heaving as both of the setter’s arms supported his weight off of you, nonetheless protecting you from the horrid outcome that was darting straight at you as his brown eyes lit up, brimmed with fury and worry. You lay on your back, frozen in shock at the fast-paced events as the street of cars zoomed past the two of you on the sidewalk.

“What the hell were you thinking?!” Your classmate questions, backing off immediately when he sees your eyes well up with tears, voice shaky as you stare up at him, unblinking as the fear trickles over.

“T-The sign...”

Semi sighs, turning to flick off the driver who was asking if you were okay before telling him to get the hell out of there, helping you to your feet in doing so. The walk to school should have been like any other day, Semi walking behind you to the same destination about eight feet away with his eyes trained on the back of your head-

ever since you had held back the eight feet to wait for him on a rainy day, ushering him under the umbrella so you could both get to school at least semi-dry, Semi Eita had made it a point to work up the nerve to walk to school with you as an every day occurence-

Even if was eight feet away, content with making sure you made it there safe.

“Can you walk okay?” Your classmate’s voice was unusually softer, yet still had his custom hard edge to it as all thoughts of making it to school on time faded from his head.

You blink, seeming to be in a daze as you stared at the ongoing traffic that seemed to be going about as it normally would as you begin to imagine what you would have looked like under it. Semi scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, not used to being so close to you as you begin to tremble before sighing.

“Don’t worry about being late. Sensei wouldn’t-”

“I could’ve died...”

Semi’s eyes widen when you wrap your arms around yourself, still shaking.

“...right?”

“I mean, yeah?” Semi regretted the words as soon as they slipped, watching as a new round of tears came on as the trembling turned almost violent as a hand covered your mouth.

“Oh my god-!” You hiccup, and the setter panics, moving before he can think.

Semi’s hands cautiously take your face gently, forcing you to look at his eyes. “You’re alive. You’re fine.”

“I-I’m not-!” You seem to be on the edge of falling to panic, and Semi’s eyes widen even more as he realizes he needs to bring you back and grounded, making a split decision before he can back out.

“Close your eyes.” Semi instructs, an authority edge to his callous voice that had you listening as the tears continued-

The trembling seeming to lift completely as soon as Semi Eita’s lips press against yours tightly, sending your mind awhirl in a way that had him holding you against him tighter until your breathing evens out, the buildup of anxiety fading at the feeling of the amount of emotion behind the setter’s actions.

You’re still sniffling when the setter pulls back slightly, uncaring of the public eyes of traffic.

“S-Semi?” You manage out, wiping your eyes as Semi’s breaths take a turn to become shaky, the setter looking down with his forehead resting against yours.

“I’ll take you to school from now on.” The words came out confidently as Semi’s thumb catches a few stray tears, locking eyes with you as the anxious feeling in your chest is replaced with a beating one- one you could hear in your ears.

“Would that be okay?” He presses, not prepared for the small smile that takes over your features before you reach up and press your lips against his cheek sweetly, taking the setter off-guard as Semi finds himself interlacing your fingers with his.

“Okay.”

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dameronology · 3 years

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home {poe dameron x reader}

summary: poe made a promise to always come home, and it’s one he’s determined to keep

warnings: swearing, mentions of injuries

more hurt/comfort fluff?? i almost sent myself off to sleep writing this bc of the ending and bc i am shattered. anyhoo, enjoy!

- jazz

p.s i skimmed this, but it has not been properly proof read haha oops pls bare with me, i will do it in the morning

It had only been five days.

You’d been apart from Poe for far longer than that; sometimes weeks, sometimes months. It was just part of being in the Resistance, and something you both knew you had to do, but it didn’t make it any easier. You must have had some pretty foul luck to have met the love of your life during a time in which the galaxy insisted on keeping you apart - but one look at the pilot, and all that faded away. He always made it home to you, no matter what. He’d made that promise to you pretty early in the relationship, and you knew it to be true. You could never doubt Poe.

The Blue Squadron was due back to base at midday; the mission had been pretty secretive, so the comms lines had been shut most the time. Even after begging Leia to let you man the singular one that connected you to Poe, she’d refused, knowing it would only make things worst. The General only ever spoke from experience, and she had plenty in waiting around for cocky pilots. Whilst Poe was arguably a little less reckless than Han, she knew that you would both act as a distraction to one another’s work. You were equally important to the Resistance, and she couldn’t have you moping about on a commslink for hours a day. The joke was on her for that one, because you still moped, even when you weren’t trying to reach your guy.

‘What time is it?’ You asked Finn.

‘11.56.’ He glanced over at you, eyebrows raised. ‘So the same time as when you asked thirty seconds ago.’

‘I’m just anxious.’ You grumbled. ‘I’ve been so lonely the last five days.’

‘You mean the last five days that you’ve spent with me?’

‘Hey, it’s nothing personal!’ You nudged him in the ribs. ‘You miss him too.’

‘I do.’ Finn nodded. ‘We really are just a pair of simps.’

‘Friends who simp together, stay together.’ You grinned. ‘And if me and Poe ever break up, you have first dibs.’

‘Same for you, if Rey and I ever break up-’

‘- that would require you getting together in the first place.’ You reminded him. Finn could only scowl in response.

‘I’m trying!’ He held his hands up in defense. ‘It’s just complicated.’

‘Nothing’s complicat - they’re here!’

You leapt off the crate you’d been sat on, sprinting across the hangar to where a fleet of X-Wings were grouping. Jess came in first, followed by Snap, and then Kare. Poe’s jet was the last to come in, which was unusual for him. He almost always lead the squad - aside from the time he’d managed to blow an engine and had to call you out to tow him back (it’s how you’d met, actually). Bar a few new dents and scratches, his jet looked to be in decent condition, with BB-8 whirring away from where he was perched in the back. You took that to be a good sign, even if he’d been the last to get in.

A crowd of mechanics reached the fleet before you, tools in hand and ready to repair whatever damage the First Order had thrown at them. You gave Jess a smile and a high five as you passed, but your line of sight was dead set on finding the curly-haired pilot. You had to elbow your way through the crowd, heartbeat picking up as you did. Man, you’d missed him. The last few weeks had been rough for you both and being constantly pulled apart only made it worst. All you wanted to do was to see him, to hug him and-

- You hit Poe with a thud, chests colliding. He immediately wrapped you up in his arms, pulling you tightly against his chest and burying his head against yours. He smelt faintly of jet fuel and smoke, which was fitting.

His lips were on yours the minute he’d let you go, hands tightly gripping your cheeks as he kissed you with all his might. Yeah, he’d missed you too.

‘Hey, baby.’ You couldn’t help but smile, eyes finally meeting - it didn’t last long though, not when you saw the state of his face. ‘Oh my god. Your eye! And your lip! And-’

‘- I missed you.’ Poe brushed it aside, pressing another exhausted kiss to your lips.

‘I missed you too.’ You softly sighed. ‘The fuck happened to your face, though?’

‘Just...First Order stuff.’ He bit his lip, brown eyes falling to the floor.

You sighed. ‘Shit, Poe.’

‘I know. He gently nodded. ‘I’m okay though. I’m here with you. That’s the important thing.’

‘You’re right.’ You agreed. ‘C’mon, I’ll take you to medical-’

He cut you off with a groan. ‘Let’s just go back to my room. Please?’

‘But your face.’ You gently ghosted a thumb across his bruised cheek, flinching when he shuddered slightly. ‘I mean...I have a first aid kit. I can always take a crack at it.’

‘That sounds a lot nicer than those nurse droids.’ He smiled.

‘But you have to promise to get checked over tomorrow, okay?’

‘I promise.’

Poe flung his arm across your shoulders, pulling you into his side as you headed out the hangar. His own room was actually in the opposite direction, but he practically lived with you in yours. It always felt so much nicer. You’d managed to make it a lot homier, with photos of the two of you and fairy lights strung up. The scent of your perfume always lingered in the air and sleeping in your bed was the closest he could get to you when you were away on missions. In return, he left his jumpers and hoodies laying around for you to have free reign of. It was a weak form of paying rent, but he hadn’t heard any arguments.

You could tell that Poe was tired from the way he walked. He usually had a swagger in his step, smiling at everyone who passed. Now, he was leaning on you for support, dark eyes staring dead ahead with exhaustion, his brain working at a thousand miles an hour to process what he’d witnessed over the last few days. You’d been on his mind the entire time.

‘Here we go.’ You gently lead him to the bed, helping him shrug off his charred flight suit. He caught your lips in a chaste kiss as you moved it off his shoulders, hands suddenly grabbing yours.

‘You know I love you, right?’

‘Of course. I love you too.’ You murmured. ‘Is something up?’

Poe pulled you down onto the bed beside him, eyes finally meeting yours. ‘I just...I got captured on the mission. Very briefly, but still. It was scary, and there was a moment when I wasn’t sure I was gonna make it back.’

‘Poe.’ Your breath caught in your throat. ‘Is that why your face is all...’

‘Like this?’ He chuckled slightly. ‘Yeah. I’m sorry.’

‘Hey, don’t be.’ You squeezed his hands. ‘It’s not your fault, and like you said earlier, the important thing is that you here now.’

‘I know, but I promised you, didn’t I? That I’d always come home?’

‘And you did.’ You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. ‘Now c’mon, I gotta stitch you up before this scars.’

‘I reckon I’d look hot with a couple battle scars, y’know.’

‘You would, but I’d rather you not bleed out all over my sheets for the sake of vanity.’ You smiled.

Digging out your first aid kit, you grabbed a few cotton swabs and some bacta spray. You weren’t a nurse, but your medical skills weren’t terrible either. After a few too many injuries and close calls out in the field, you’d learnt the basics. Half of the scars on Poe’s body had been from your handiwork after he’d been injured -- some of them were a little wonky, but he hadn’t died yet, so you figured you’d done a decent job. The ones he’d done for you were much neater but in your defense, he was reckless as fuck and had a ton more experience in dealing with injuries.

On the bright side, Poe’s torso seemed fine and relatively uninjured. The white shirt he was wearing was only smeared with soot from the blaster fire, and his bare arms were broad and uninjured, save for one scrape on his left bicep. Okay, maybe the broad part wasn’t relevant to the context, but it was definitely relevant on the whole. He did have good arms. You only ever truly felt safe when they were wrapped around you.

‘This might sting a little bit.’ You crouched between his legs, pouring a little bit of bacta spray onto the cotton swab. You gently wiped it across his forehead, doing a double take when he let out a hiss of pain. ‘You okay, baby?’

‘Yeah, I’m good.’ Poe’s eyes met yours, and he gave you a half smile. ‘Better now that you’re here.’

It didn’t take too long to clean up the rest of his cuts and bruises; they were relatively minor given what he’d been through. The last time he’d been caught by the First Order on Jakku, he’d come home ten times worse than this. You’d spent days by his side in the medical room, mostly chiding him for how funny he looked in the bactasuit, but also to offer emotional support. The duality of love.

You finished up by wrapping a bandage around the cut on his left arm, gently tying it in place with a safety pin. It was enough to keep it clean and safe until tomorrow, when you’d hopefully be able to convince him to see an actual nurse. You knew that for now, he was tired and probably just wanted to rest. His eyes were sunken with tiredness, and his body had become more and more slumped as you’d gone about cleaning him up. Poe never slept well on missions; a mixture of anxiety and your absence always made for a bad night’s sleep.

‘That should keep you in one piece for now.’ You said, running a hand through his hair. Poe leant into your touch, pressing a kiss to your wrist. ‘You should get some sleep.’

‘Mmm.’ He murmured. ‘You’re staying, right?’

'Absolutely.’ You offered him a soft smile. ‘Gotta lose the boots though. These are clean sheets.’

‘Can you do it for me?’ He asked, flopping back against the mattress.

You rolled your eyes at his...Poe-ness, before leaning down and unzipping his shoes, tossing them in a pile across the room. Yours joined them, followed by your jacket and the crumpled flight suit. That was something else to worry about tomorrow. For now, your main focus was him.

Poe climbed under the covers, shuffling across to make room for you. He reached out to you as you joined him, naturally wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. The tiredness really hit him then, and you could feel his body untense as you pressed a kiss to his jaw. His body was warm against yours, which was a welcome contrast after sleeping alone for the last few nights.

‘I love you.’ Poe murmured quietly.

‘I love you too.’ You peered up at him with a smile.

‘And I’ll always come home to you.’ He gave your shoulders a light squeeze. ‘You know that, right?’

‘I do.’

‘I’ll never break a promise to you.’

‘I know.’ You softly sighed, trying to move closer to him (as though it were even possible).

It was hard for him to fight the exhaustion now that he was laying with you -- after a few moments, his breathing became a little deeper, and his grip on you a little looser. You pressed one last kiss to his cheek, before settling back against his side and letting sleep over take you.

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getdownkyh · 3 years

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Not Hurt (m) | Young K | smut, gang member!Young K | 2.2k words

tw : mentions of blood

The metallic smell of blood and rust forced a sigh out of your hollow chest, and though the bedroom lights were dim, his outline was clear. Tall, broad shoulders making his way across the room. Tapping his toes impatiently while he sent a quick text, before throwing his phone on the bed and peeling his shirt off, you thought to yourself maybe he too, was starting to get bothered by the iron-like stench.

He left the bathroom door slightly ajar, the sound of hot water and his groans making you roll your eyes, but it was your cue. Your cue to pull out the white box stashed in the bedside drawer, walking inside the bathroom and pushing yourself up the counter, legs swinging as you waited for him to finish showering.

Your mind wandered as you observed the intensity of the red in the water flowing into the drain gradually decreasing, until the water was almost clear. He shot you a wink through the foggy glass separating the both of you and you wanted nothing more than to wipe off the smug expression he had on his face. His stupidly handsome face, even when it was littered with cuts and bruises threatening to form.

Wrapping his towel securely around his hips, he walked out, water dripping through the ends of his jet black bangs. His face lit up as he walked closer towards you, holding one hand out to touch your face, only for you to slap a cold pack into his hand, looking at him threateningly.

“Babe..”

You held his wrist and pushed the cold pack towards his bruised left cheek. “Hold still.”

Parting your legs, you tugged him closer towards you by the biceps, wiping the stray droplets of water on his face with a small towel, flinching when he winced as you dabbed on an open cut above his left brow, the crimson stain seeping through the handkerchief in your hand. A heavy, exasperated sigh left your mouth, an expression of disappointment but also done on purpose to ignite a feeling of guilt inside him.

You didn’t know if he was capable of feeling guilty, but at this point you didn’t have much choice.

Fishing a cotton swab out of the plastic packaging, you mumbled curse words as you squeezed the ointment onto the tip. Your face was stern, but your heart was thumping in worry as you delicately applied the medication across the cut, eyes flitting nervously towards his. You worked in silence, hoping the tension would rid him with guilt, your hands skillfully replacing the cotton swabs, tracing every cut on his face, one across the cheekbone, one across the jaw, another, particularly larger one at the junction where his shoulder and neck met. You shivered thinking of the what ifs, if the cut was deeper, if it was closer to his vein; you shook your head to rid the bitter taste in your mouth.

When you took his hand in yours, to nurse the bruised and cut knuckles, he was quick to press a kiss on your hand, grinning at you. You sighed again, ignoring him as you taped the gauze, before struggling with the bandage for a short while, though muscle memory kicked in and soon you were wrapping his knuckles safely inside the white fabric.

He flicked his wrist a few times, admiring the bandage like one would on freshly manicured nails, “Thanks. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

His words were sincere but you felt like you were being made fun of.

“Is this fun for you?” Your first words of the night caused him to furrow his eyebrows at you.

“Babe..”

“Don’t babe me now, Younghyun.” Cradling his face in your hands, you tilted his jaw upwards to look at you, both your pupils shaking at the eye contact. “Every night I feel like I really need to take one last good look at you.. Before you lose yourself or you lose me.”

“Don’t say that..”

“I’m serious. I do not know how to make it clearer to you that this," you let your thumb ghost over a nick, "it doesn't hurt just you, it hurts me.”

Slowly, ever so carefully, his arms found their way around your waist, and you wished you had the willpower to push him away, but his gentle, comforting hold was just what you needed, a temporary bandaid for your emotional distress. Although the irony of it all was him being the source of the distress.

Tucking your chin on his shoulder, you blinked your tears away, "I wish things were different."

There was a slight offended tone in voice as he replied, "Different how?"

"I don't know. But I can't keep doing this."

He pulled back, studying your eyes with his, thumb delicately wiping your moist cheek and tucking your hair behind your ear. "Are you going to leave me?"

"Can't you leave them instead? We'll figure something out. I'll talk to Sungjin, we both know he has a soft spot for me."

"Babe, you know that's not how things work.. Sungjin,-" he linked his hand with yours as he continued saying things you already knew he would say, "-has a soft spot for you because he considers you family. And that means if anything happens to me-"

"Don't."

"-if anything happens to me, I know the gang will take care of you."

"If it's not you, I don't want it."

He laughed. "Wow, you're so obsessed with me."

"Younghyun, I'm serious."

"Okay, fine. But I am, too. You can't do this to me, especially not tonight, when things aren't even that bad. You've seen me in worse states."

And maybe it was the sincere look in his eyes, or the way his hands were gently roaming over your skin, or the way he was leaning closer and closer towards you, but it got you realizing you may not be able to live like this, but you definitely wouldn't be able to live without him.

Cradling his face in your hands, being wary of where you place your fingers as to not press on any wound, your eyes roamed over his face, finding yourself smiling softly, involuntarily, as if on reflex. Leaning in, tilting your head to the side, you kissed him as delicately as you could.

There was no urgency in the kiss, just your lips lazily moving across each other's, movements restrained, as if one of you was going to break if you kissed harder.

"I won't let you go to sleep hurting."

The first grunt that left his mouth signalled the beginning of him breaking. Fingers now digging deeper into the skin of your waist, and you gasped, stomach tensing when you felt him pulling you closer towards him, your clothed core brushing against his lower abdomen. You didn't realise when he lost the towel, but his bare skin felt so warm against your centre and you found yourself clenching around nothing, eliciting a chuckle from him at your not so subtle squirming.

His hand made quick work of pushing your panties to the side, his fingers finding your slit as his thumb stroked your bundle of nerves teasingly slow. He slid his middle finger up and down your slit, pressing harder every time your body trembled.

"You get wet so fast for me, it's cute."

If your face wasn't already burning up from the teasing, that definitely would've made you inappropriately warm in a second. It felt like you were getting molten lava poured over you at the moment. All you could do was hum to suppress your moan, head and hands shaking to find something to hold on to, to ground yourself as best as you could before losing it all to him that night.

Wrapping your hands around his wrist, you carefully leaned backwards, creating space between your torsos and pushing your core closer towards him. The promise of an orgasm was making you desperately compliant, but who wouldn't, when his finger was sliding in and out of your slick hole, pace so unhurried you could feel him pushing deeper and deeper, occasionally flicking his wrist to open you up at a different angle.

Your grip on his wrist was getting tighter, but it didn't seem to faze him as he inserted another finger in, your eyes entranced at the sight of his fingers moving in and out of you, getting coated with the glistening release over time, his eyes fixed on your face, licking his bottom lip and groaning to hold himself in place, fighting the urge to push you down and fuck you senselessly on the bathroom counter.

At least not until you cummed first.

As his pace got faster and faster and your cunt got tighter and tighter around his fingers, he pushed deeper, stilling for a short second before rubbing the delicious spot inside with the tip of his fingers, pushing his palm to pulse against your clit simultaneously.

The cries of pleasure weaved into curse words and failed attempts at vocalising the full syllables of his name indicated your first high of the night. Your chest heaved as you felt him pulling out, almost thanking him for sparing you from the overstimulation. But your relief didn't last long as you felt him attaching his lips to your swollen clit, licking and sucking on the reddened bud.

Squirming in discomfort, you whined and begged, although it was probably counterproductive on your part, as all your whines did was rile him up even more, pressing his face deeper into your sopping centre, tongue licking through your slit, moving upwards before reclaiming your most sensitive nub into his mouth again.

Your flailing arms knocked some of the products off the counter, but none of you seemed to care. For obvious reasons. The moment the words "Fuck, Younghyun-" left your lips, he was quick to insert and pump two fingers inside your hole again, finger fucking and eating you out as you orgasmed over his face.

There was an exact 3 seconds where you blacked out on the counter as he kissed your inner thighs before standing up and tugging you off the counter. The way your legs were barely supporting your own body and your blanked out state of mind barely registering what was happening worked in his favor as he easily manhandled and spun you around to face the mirror.

You were slightly embarrassed at how disoriented you looked but the way Younghyun was looking at your reflection, grin proud but eyes full of love, it made you didn't really mind of the way you looked.

When the head of his member breached your entrance, Younghyun stilled for a moment, eyes wary of your expression. "More," you whined, pushing your hips closer towards him to take him deeper.

Fully sheathed inside you, he brought his lips close to your ear, gazes meeting on the reflection in the mirror.

"How do you want it tonight? Do you want me to go slow?" He pressed a kiss to your temple before continuing, "Or fast?"

The verbal answer never left your mouth, but the way you clenched around him at the latter choice got him chuckling. "Got it."

Bringing both hands to hold you by the hips, he wasted no time as he started pounding into you. Your arms shook as you tried to stabilise yourself on the counter, and your legs losing their strength over the minute was making it even harder for you.

Younghyun took a step forward, pushing your body towards the counter, your clit rubbing the hard surface with every thrust and -you didnt know it was possible- increased his pace.

"Fuck, how are you still this tight even after 2 orgasms?"

The involuntary flutter of your walls at his dirty words got him grunting, wrapping an arm around your waist, as the other went to hold you by the jaw, forcing you to look at your own reflection.

Eyelids heavy, you begged, "I'm close, please Younghyun."

The friction on your clit by the piece of furniture pressing against it, the girth of his member sliding in and out of you, and the faint sting from his nails digging into your skin were pushing you closer and closer towards your release.

"Do it. Let me see you cum."

Knees buckling and body trembling, you fell apart in his hold, nails clawing at his arm. The intense orgasm caused your walls to clamp even tighter around him, and right when you were a quivering mess in his arms, he reached his release too, burying his nails even deeper into your skin as he climaxed inside of you.

Both of you were bent forward and panting, still joined as one, his arms slowly sliding down to join yours by the counter. "Shit, Younghyun, your bandage fell off." You twisted under him, reaching out to fix the damage.

He softened at how despite it all, your love and care for him was real. Grunting heavily from above you, he chose to point out the other obvious instead, "Babe, you were a literal trembling mess when you orgasmed around my dick minutes ago. You have time to worry about that?"

The way you subtly clenched around him again got him chuckling as he pressed another kiss to your shoulder. "No, don't do that. I can go all night but I'd rather not overwork you tonight."

#day6 smut #youngk smut #young k smut #youngk #young k #youngk au #youngk scenarios #day6 young k #brian kang smut

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keijiq · 3 years

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This is my first request for anyone, so lemme know if I did this right-

Anyways, I know you're in the middle of a Kenma story, but I was wondering if I could request something with him and or Akaashi.

Angst to comfortish- Basic line of it would be how they react to fresh- uh sh,,.

If you're not comfortable with that then that's okie!

A different one for Kenma would be picking up his gaming hobby and he feels his space was invaded. Getting upset with you? I'm not sure this is kinda on the fly. You can decide what you see fit.

Please ignore any spelling errors- I'm not too good at english

Ty for reading <3

a/n: hii you did just fine requesting ^^ tysm for being so respectful and considerate with this request it means a lot :))) i decided to go with akaashi for this one btw <3 also sorry it’s so short :((

pairings: akaashi x reader

warnings: HUGE TW// mentions of self harm, mental health, angst

The past three months had been peaceful. Your school situation, as well as your home life had come to a leveling time. You’ve found more ways to cope with your emotions, and become more fluid with your loving boyfriend. Akaashi put you as his top priority for these past few months. Though he wasn’t overbearing he did his best to support you and be there for you whenever you needed him.

“I’ll come whenever you need me, Y/N, just say the word,”

He made that promise right before he confessed to you, and after a year of dating he’s kept that promise. He’d been a pillar for you.

Three months clean and he was your biggest hype man, constantly reminding you that recovering is a hard process and he’s so proud of your progress. Everything was good, to be frank.

So what was the reason behind the image clouding his mind right now? Why were there fresh wounds on your hips that day when he accidentally walked in on you changing? And why didn’t he say anything?

“Hey, Y/N, I have—” He froze, watching you pull your shirt over your head. Several, familiar fresh cuts along your hips became hidden by the fabric, but not before he took note of every one of them.

He just stood there before quickly shutting the door, and walking down the hallway to your bedroom.

His chest felt tight. What had he missed these past few days? How did he not notice any changes in your attitude lately, and why didn’t you talk to him if he did anything to hurt you?

Of course, he knew this wasn’t about him, but as his mind raced for a reason as to why you would purposely hurt yourself like that, he couldn’t help but jump to those conclusions. He was never one to make you feel bad for it, or even try to force you to stop—he was very respectful and understanding.

He turned his head when he heard your bedroom door open, and felt his heart ache at the disappointed look on your face. “Keiji, I know you saw,” You said to him, slowly closing the door behind you. You walked over to the edge of the bed where he was and stood in front of him. “I didn’t mean to hide it from you, I just-” “Baby, stop apologizing,” He sighs, taking your hand to pull you closer to him. “Okay?” You nod, intertwining your hand with his, now sitting in his lap.

“I just...I don’t know. I had a panic attack and it just...happened,” You tried explaining, but he only rubbed your back softly, shushing you.

“You don’t owe me an explanation,” He stated. “Look at me,” He softly turned your cheek to make you look at him. “I’m right here, okay? You matter to me, I’m always right here.”

“I don’t want you to worry about me.”

“I know you can take care of yourself,” He replied. “I just don’t want you to ever doubt your significance to me. I love every bit of you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Kei.”

“Just let me know how I can be there for you, okay?” You nodded, wrapping your arms around him. “I’d do anything for you.”

“Thank you, Kei.”

The two of you sat there for a moment, before Akaashi became worried, “Can I...” You sat up, and gave him a questioning look. “You didn’t clean them, did you? They were red and irritated—”

“You can clean them if you like,” You smiled. “I’d like that.” Akaashi and you both returned to the bathroom, and he sat you atop of the counter before removing your shirt, leaving you in an under garment and a pair of shorts. You winced when he first dabbed the cut with a cotton swab, and he quickly pulled away, apologizing.

“Sorry, baby,” He whispered, pressing a warm rag on your delicate skin, internally frowning at the sight. He continued cleaning the area before covering them in a bandage. You smiled, and leaned forward to kiss his lips. He began placing soft kisses along your cheeks, down to your collarbones and eventually to your wrists, where old scars had faded.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging his body against yours. “I love you so much, Kei.”

“I love you even more.”

#akaashi oneshot #akaashi fluff #akaashi #akaashi scenarios #akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji #akaashi angst #haikyuu #haikyuu x self insert #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#akaashi imagine

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massivelycreepypineapple · 4 years

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Not Going Anywhere

Request: I reread the "their perfect little family" it's so good and so looongggg! I was going through your fluffy fics as I need one right now very badly! And then I kept wondering if I can request a Jensen fluff one shot? I am a runner and few months ago in a marathon, somehow my last part of sole caught some infection as doc said. I had to go through the whole surgery kinda procedure where the doc literally scooped out the infection. Fun fact, if you have athlete's foot, always get it checked out. And injection in your sole is never nice, never! And I had to do this all without sedatives for reason I didn't hear coz I was busy being scared. Its hurting like hell right now. Coz of covid thing going on, I had to do this alone. Can you write where Reader is in same situation and jensen is with her through whole procedure and then Jensen taking care of her? I cannot walk right now, and sorry for my rant! I am pretty sure it's weirdest request you have received but write only if you want!

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Fem!Reader

A/N: I know you asked for fluff but my period induced angst got channeled into this and a wee bit of angsty stuff came up. 😂 I hope it’s okay and you still like it! I’m not sure if I got all the details right. So I apologise for the mistakes. And I hope you feel better soon! ❤️

Feedback is appreciated!!

Word Count: 2852

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Y/N and Jensen were seated in the waiting room of the hospital. Y/N had her head rested on Jensen’s shoulder nearly falling asleep as he held her hand in his while the other stroked her cheek. He rested his head on top of hers and occasionally placed kisses, comforting her as much as he could. She had developed an infection on the sole of her foot nearly 3 days ago and it was hurting a lot. She took over the counter medicines and hoped for it to go away, but 3 days later, it only got worse and she found it difficult to walk let alone run. Which was a real bummer, since she was a runner and loved every second of it.

Jensen had told her multiple times to get it checked out, but her stubbornness and her hatred for hospitals and doctors were an awful combination. But she finally relented when the pain got so unbearable that even painkillers couldn’t do their job. So here they were waiting to consult a doctor.

“Y/N Ackles?” The nurse called bringing a wheelchair over.

“Honey, wake up. It’s our turn.” Jensen nudged her gently.

She woke up mumbling, “So tired, Jay.”

“I know, baby. It’s the painkillers. You can sleep all you want after we consult.” He got up and then helped her into the wheelchair, making sure she didn’t put any pressure on her foot.

Once in the room, the nurse and Jensen helped her onto the bed. Just as she got comfortable the doctor came in and greeted them.

“Good morning you two!” He said cheerily annoying Y/N more. But she put on a smile and tried her best to be civil. The pain was getting to be too much and all she wanted was to go home to the comfort of her couch and watch a movie, cuddled up with her husband.

“So how are you doing, Y/N?” He asked.

“I’ll do much better if my damn foot didn’t hurt.” She grumbled, making him chuckle. Jensen stepped back, giving the man enough space to check her leg. He held her foot with one hand and poked around with the glove covered one. Y/N whimpered in pain. She was tired, sleepy, in pain and the smug doctor seemed to enjoy poking and prodding her injured foot. How she wanted to clock his face.

“Yup, it’s athlete’s foot alright.” He said. “This one seems to be a little worse for normal medication to have any effect. We’ll have to do a minor procedure.” He said walking behind his desk to sit and make notes on the laptop.

Y/N’s eyes widened and her head snapped to Jensen, who quickly made his way over to her. She grabbed his hand.

“W-what kind of procedure?” She asked, suddenly wide awake.

“Well, we have to scoop out the fungus.”

“What do you mean ‘scoop out’?” Asked Jensen worried. He squeezed your hand, showing you he was right there.

“Exactly that. We’ll be removing the infection. It’s a minor surgery. You’ll be here in the morning and leave by evening. It’s nothing to worry about.” He said kindly.

“Is it going to hurt?” Y/N asked with apprehension.

“I’m not going to lie, it’s going to hurt. But it won’t take very long.”

Y/N was panicking on the inside. She had a high tolerance for pain but the past few days have been absolute agony, and to do this and feel more pain was really freaking her out. Jensen could sense her uneasiness and wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

“Maybe you could sedate her? Put her to sleep?” Jensen asked the doc.

“That’s not possible for this procedure, the patient needs to be awake and aware of what’s happening incase something goes wrong.” He replied sympathetically.

“And what are the chances of things going wrong in this procedure?”

Jensen was even more worried now. Y/N would be doing this without any sedatives and he didn’t like it one bit. But there wasn’t another option it would seem.

“It’s a simple procedure, Mr.Ackles. There’s nothing to worry about. The lack of sedatives is a preventative measure. That’s all. As long as she’s able to feel what we’re doing, things are going well. If we sedate her she won’t be able to tell if we accidentally nicked something.”

Jensen nodded hesitantly.

“You can book an appointment for tomorrow with the nurse’s station outside. I’ll see you, Y/N, bright and early.” He smiled brightly at her.

“No offence but I’m not looking forward to seeing you bright and early.” She said with a small smile.

The doctor laughed throwing his head back, “Yeah I’m sure you’re not.” He then scribbled something in a prescription paper and handed it to her. “These are some painkillers for the night. But don’t take any before the procedure.”

“Thank you.”

The nurse who wheeled her in was back and helped her into the wheelchair once more. Jensen went to pay the fee and get the medicine, as well as book an appointment as the doctor suggested. After everything was done they were back in the car heading home. Y/N was quietly looking out the window throughout the ride worrying about what was to come. She felt Jensen grab her hand and squeeze it. She looked at him and tried to smile, but it wasn’t easy. She was beyond exhausted and couldn’t wait to get home. There was a lump in her throat and tear welled up in her eyes, but she did her best to keep it from falling.

“Sweetheart, talk to me. What’s going on in that head of yours?” He asked softly.

“Please, not now.” She said, voice cracking a little.

“Okay, honey” He said not letting go of her hand. The car ride back home was filled with tensed silence.

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30 minutes later they reached home. Jensen parked the car and got out, quickly making his way to Y/N’s side. He carried her inside the house and took her up the stairs to their bedroom. He placed her on the bed and went to her closet and pulled out comfy sweat pants and one of his t-shirts. He helped her take off her clothes and put the new ones on. Once he changed too he sat facing her on the bed and cupped her cheek with one hand.

Y/N leaned into his touch, closing her eyes. A single tear escaped only to be quickly wiped away by his thumb.

“I don’t know why I’m so sad and so overwhelmed.” She whispered. “It’s so stupid. It’s a minor surgery, it won’t take long. I don’t know why I’m being so emotional.”

“It’s not stupid, baby. You’ve been in a lot of pain these past few days. You can barely walk, and you’ll never admit it, but I know you and I know that you’re upset that you can’t run. It’s getting to you. But you have to remember that it’s not permanent. You’re going to recover fully, it’ll just take a while, that’s all.”

Y/N was crying. Jensen knew her so well. He could read her like a damn book and she was so grateful for him. He never judged. All he did was support her and love her.

“I don’t want to burden you, Jay! You just got back from Vancouver. You’re on a break and this had to happen. I’m so so sorry!”

“Hey, come here.” He shifted so that he was leaning against the headboard with her on her lap. He made sure he didn’t hurt her foot. “It’s not your fault, Y/N. Not your fault at all okay? I hate to see you in so much pain, I wish it didn’t happen either, but not because I think it’s a burden. But because my baby is in pain. I don’t care how I spend time with you as long as I get you. You hear me, honey?”

She nodded against his chest. For some reason she couldn’t stop crying.

“It’s okay. Just let it out. I’m not going anywhere.” He whispered hugging her tightly. Eventually Y/N calmed down and fell asleep only waking up for dinner and painkiller. They went back to sleep soon after.

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The next day they were at the hospital. Y/N was taken to the OR for the procedure. Since it was a minor one and she’d be awake through it, they allowed Jensen to be in with her to keep her calm and distracted. She was so grateful for that. She didn’t think she could’ve done it alone.

She was seated on the bed with Jensen by her head. The doctor came in followed by the nurse who was holding an injection. Y/N was looking at it with fear in her eyes, Jensen noticed her and made her look at him.

“Just focus on me ok? I’m right here.” He smiled at her.

Y/N flinched when the cold cotton swab was pressed to her infected area. It burned like crazy. She squeezed Jensen’s hand tightly, who kept whispering encouraging words. Then the doctor slowly pushed the injection in, making her cry out in pain. Jensen pressed her head into his shoulder. She was clutching his shirt really tightly almost ripping it off.

Jensen through it all tried his best to keep calm. It was killing him to see this happen to his wife. He worried about her when she cut herself while chopping vegetables or fixing something. This was a whole knew level of worry that he didn’t know how to handle. He could feel his shirt getting wet as Y/N cried into him.

“It’s over see? It’ll be a lot easier from now.” Said the doctor.

Y/N didn’t reply. She wanted this torture to end. The entire hour flew by with Y/N gritting her teeth in pain and Jensen doing his best to distract her. He would tell her funny stories which she already knew and he would talk about pranks that he and Jared pulled on Misha. It seemed to work. She was absolutely glad that she had someone like Jensen to be with her through this hellish ordeal. This only made her fall in love with him more.

When everything was finally over, she was placed in a recovery room for the work done by the surgeon to set. Another hour went by, Y/N was getting agitated. She was in a lot of pain and she still wasn’t allowed to take any painkillers. Jensen sat beside her in bed while she rested her back and head against his side. He carded his fingers through her hair, to soothe her into sleep. She kept going in and out of sleep as he watched some telly in mute.

40 minutes later the doctor came in waking her up, “How are you feeling, Y/N?”

“I’d love some drugs.” She mumbled.

“I’m prescribing you some stronger painkillers which you can take as and when you require, along with some other tablets.” He said scribbling down on his pad.

“She’s going to be fine, right?” Asked Jensen.

“Yup, we got all of it out. She’ll make a full recovery in a couple of months.” He smiled.

“Is there anything we need to watch out for? Any special care?”

“Just make sure you keep the wound clean. You need to change the dressing which the nurse will show you how to do. And I’ll see you back here after three weeks.”

“Thanks, doc.” Jensen shook his hand, before the man left.

The nurse changed Y/N’s dressing and Jensen paid close attention to it so he could do it when they got back home. After everything was done and after signing the discharge papers, Y/N was wheeled out to the parking lot to get back. Jensen helped her into the car and they drove home.

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Y/N was getting increasingly frustrated in the past couple of days being completely immobile. Jensen had to do everything for her. From helping her to pee and poop, to giving her a bath. She refused to leave the bed and resorted to moping in her room. She hated being so helpless and depending on Jensen for small things that a child could manage.

Jensen on the other hand was getting worried about her. Her foot was doing fine so far. The painkillers were doing their job for the most part and he made sure she was comfortable. But Y/N was still upset and he didn’t know what to do. He was afraid to bring it up because she was getting a bit snippy too. But he had had enough of it after she had snapped at him when he asked her once again if she was okay and if she needed anything.

“Okay! That’s enough, Y/N!” Snapped Jensen. “I don’t get what your problem is. I’m doing what I can to keep you comfortable and you’ve been nothing but snippy and irritated!”

Y/N looked at him wide eyes. She didn’t expect him to snap back. She knew she was being a bitch but she didn’t know how to stop because she was in pain and no where to go and completely frustrated.

“I get you’re in pain. I really do. I know the situation ain’t ideal, and it’s bugging you to have me carry you around everywhere. But you’re not even trying to wrap your mind around it!” He was pissed and tired. He rubbed his face with his hands. “I need some space. I’ll be in my office.” He said curtly and walked out their room.

Y/N was filled with overwhelming guilt. She was only thinking about herself and didn’t think about the situation Jensen was in. It wasn’t just her who was limited to the house, so was he. Sure he could walk around, but he too must be feeling cooped up staying at home for the past couple of days. Not to mention, helping her deal with her pain and take care of her like a baby and be at her constant beck and call.

She laid there tearing up. She hated it. She felt like all she did was cry and now she was disappointing Jay. She was lost in her guilt ridden thoughts when suddenly she had the urge to pee. She groaned in frustration. She didn’t want to bother Jensen by calling him. Besides he was mad at her and he needed the space. She sat up in bed and grabbed onto the wall above the headboard and pulled herself up. But she lost her balance and accidentally placed her injured foot on the floor, crying out in pain. But she managed to balance herself in one foot and once the throbbing came down she hopped her way slowly to the toilet. She stopped midway almost losing her balance but a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist and picked her up.

“I got you. You should’ve called me, Y/N” Jensen whispered.

“I didn’t want to bother you more than I already do, Jay.” She whispered back.

Jensen didn’t say anything. He helped her to the bathroom and helped her balance on one foot as she pulled her pants down. He gently sat her down on the seat letting her do her job. Once done he helped her to the sink to wash her hands and then picked her up to put her on the bed.

“I’m sorry, Jay” Y/N began after a few seconds of silence. “You’re right. I��ve been so irritable and stuck in my own misery that I forgot you’re stuck with me too. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

“The issue isn’t that I’m stuck with you, baby girl. I love being stuck with you. The issue is you not trying at all. This crap happened to you. But I’m here for you, Y/N. I’m here to keep you company and help you around. I miss my wife. I miss having fun with you.”

“I miss having fun with you too, Jay.” She said sadly. “I’m sorry I’ve been difficult.”

“It’s okay, honey. I’m sorry I left like that. You didn’t hurt yourself right?”

“I kind of stepped on my foot while getting up. But I don’t think anything happened.”

“Okay, let’s take a look. It’s time to change the dressing anyway.” He said getting up to get the supplies. “And then, you missy, are getting out of this room and sitting out on the porch with me, okay? No objections!” He said turning around and pointing at her.

“I like the sound of that.” She grinned.

“Good.”

“Jay?”

“Yes, Y/N?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, dork.” He grinned and went to get the stuff for her foot.

Y/N supposed she could deal with few days of being immobile as long as she had Jensen. He always knew how to bring her back to herself no matter what.

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emisfritish · 3 years

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Together is where we’ll be

Pairing : Sarawat/Tine (2gether the series)

Summary : One bad day, one dish, one plaster, one question, one lifetime spent together.

Notes : For @idontevenknow-whatthehell - Happy holidays ! It’s been so much fun getting to know you and although I have no pretention for this fic to enter your palmares of loved pieces, I hope you’ll enjoy it :) Thanks for all of our talks, and I’m excited to have made a new fandom friend and speak to you openly from now on !

Thank you @mistletoinks for organizing this secret santa event, it’s been tons of fun.

Can also be found on Ao3.

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The first thing Tine sees when he opens up the door to their apartment is Sarawat’s shoes arranged neatly next to the door, the sight causing some of the tension to leave Tine’s body already. Sarawat is home, and Tine knows that as awful as he’s feeling right now, the other boy will make it better.

The second thing he notices while closing the front door behind him, is the smell of shrimps being cooked that is permeating all of their apartment right now, and Tine’s heart swells in his chest. He would recognize that smell anywhere.

“Hi Tua woon wai,” Sarawat calls from within the apartment, keeping his back turned to Tine while busying himself in the kitchen, stirring up the soup that is currently cooking on the stove.

At the sound of his boyfriend’s voice, Tine feels the remaining tension leave his shoulders. He’s finally home.

Tine take off his shoes, leaving them next to Sarawat’s by the door and taking a second to stare at both of their shoes mixed up that way, a sight that will never get old, before he throws off his coat on a chair and drops his bag on the floor, quickly walking straight to where Sarawat is leaning against the counter to stir at the soup.

Without pausing, Tine moves to plaster himself against Sarawat’s back, both of his arms making their way around his boyfriend’s stomach, with one of his hands reaching under Sarawat’s shirt to delicately caress the skin he can feel there.

Tine’s day has been one of the roughest ones he remembers having in a while, feelings of inadequacy and failure he hasn’t felt in a long time rushing back to the front of his mind throughout the entire afternoon. However, coming back home to Sarawat has always made all of those feelings go away, and today is no exception.

Sarawat drops the wooden spoon he was using to stir the soup on the counter, and puts one of his hands above Tine’s where it’s still resting on his stomach.

“Hi,” Tine finally answers quietly, and he feels more than hears Sarawat chuckle against his chest.

“Hi Tua Woon Wai,” his boyfriend repeats softly.

Tine turns his head a little from where it’s resting against Sarawat’s shoulder, pressing a kiss to the side of his boyfriend’s neck and nuzzling the skin there, before pulling back from his hiding place so he can talk.

“You’re cooking Tom Yum Goong,” Tine whispers in wonder against Sarawat’s neck, fondness for his boyfriend warming his entire body.

“Yeah, I thought you could use the comfort tonight. You sounded kind of rough on the phone earlier,” Sarawat replies, and although he doesn’t ask outright, Tine hears the question in the words anyway, an invitation to talk about the day’s event should Tine choose to do so.

He presses another kiss to the side of Sarawat’s neck when he hears the worry still clouding his voice, but keeps silent about his day for now.

This is so much like Sarawat.

They’d spoken on the phone earlier and although Tine hadn’t been able to tell Sarawat about what had happened, too many ears still around in the office to hear their talk, Sarawat had obviously read his boyfriend’s tone enough to know today hadn’t been good and had taken it upon himself to cook Tine’s favorite dish to comfort him.

Five years into this relationship, Tine can’t really say he’s surprised by his boyfriend’s constant gestures of love and support, but he’s still as touched by them as he was when they were in their first year of university.

When Tine remains silent, Sarawat pulls away slightly, just enough to turn around in Tine’s arms and face him. He cradles Tine’s face between both of his hands, as his eyes move around his boyfriend’s face, studying him and trying to read his emotions.

Tine smiles softly at the concern he can read in his boyfriend’s eyes, his own eyes crinkling slightly at each side with the gesture.

“I’m okay now,” he reassures Sarawat gently, and he’s relieved to find out that it’s the truth.

Today had been awful, with him finding out that one of his clients had withheld important information from him which could compromise her custody trial and might mean her child has to go back to the care of her abusive ex-husband.

It had been a mess, but as soon as Tine stepped foot into their apartment and saw Sarawat, the disappointment, bitterness and worry that had been weighing on his stomach all afternoon took a back seat, replaced by the love and fondness he feels for his partner.

There truly is nothing better than coming home to this man every day.

After a minute of studying him silently, Sarawat finally nods in acceptance of his words, before he uses the hands he still has cradling Tine’s face to pull him into a soft kiss, their lips pressing together gently, before pulling back to rest their foreheads together, prompting Tine to melt completely.

After a couple minutes of silent comfort, Sarawat pulls away and removes his hands from his boyfriend’s face, and Tine is surprised when he feels a rugged texture travel down his cheek. He catches Sarawat’s hand in his, and frowns when he sees the paper towel wrapped around one of Sarawat’s fingers, faint traces of red splattered on it.

Sarawat looks down at his hand, before shrugging noncommittal.

“I cut myself while chopping up the shallots earlier. But it’s okay, it’s stopped bleeding a while ago,” he explains.

Tine frowns deeper and uncovers the wound from the paper towel, seeing a tiny but deep red gash on the edge of Sarawat’s index finger, but noticing that it has indeed stopped bleeding.

“We need to clean the wound and cover it up. It could get infected if spices get into the cut,” Tine says, squeezing the finger gently.

He pulls Sarawat’s finger to his mouth and presses a soft kiss to it, then to the palm of his hand, before he moves away and makes his way to the bathroom, retrieving the small first aid kit they keep there.

A few seconds later, Tine walks back into the kitchen carrying disinfectant and a plaster, and he sees Sarawat leaning against the counter and looking at him fondly.

“It’s not that big of a deal Tua Woon Wai. It’s a tiny cut,” his boyfriend says with a teasing smile.

“I know, but we shouldn’t risk it,” Tine answers, prepping the plaster and a cotton swab with disinfectant as he speaks. “I want you around for a long time.”

Sarawat lets out a laugh of disbelief at the words, before dropping his head to push his forehead against Tine’s shoulder, causing the other man to smile.

Sarawat may have been the king of uttering the cheesiest lines when they were still in university, but Tine learned quickly that he could also fluster his boyfriend with a few timely chosen lines, and he loves using the knowledge to elicit the blushing on Sarawat’s cheeks when the man least expects it sometimes.

After cleaning up Sarawat’s wound, Tine pulls a plaster around his boyfriend’s fingers, straightening it gently and effectively covering the cut up. At the gesture, a memory of them in a similar position while they were still in university and before they even got together comes rushing back to the front of his mind, taking his breath away.

“Wat… Marry me,” he says suddenly, looking up towards Sarawat, only to see his boyfriend whip in his direction, shock written all over his face.

“What did you say ?” he asks, voice wavering on the last word, and Tine straightens back up to look him straight in the eyes.

“I said marry me. We should get married. I know we haven’t spoken about this in awhile, but it’s just… You cooked Tom Yum Goong,” Tine explains, and as much as he didn’t expect to pop the question tonight, Tine has never been more sure of anything in his life either.

Sarawat is still looking at him in shock. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, no sound coming out, before swallowing nervously.

“You want to marry me because I cooked Tom Yum Goong ?” he asks, clearly not following Tine’s train of thought. “But it’s not even that complicated of a dish.”

“Yes,” Tine replies, laughing at Sarawat’s comment and at the confusion that is still easily read on his boyfriend’s face. “I mean no. That’s not the reason, it’s just…”

Sarawat studies his face but keeps silent, clearly giving Tine a chance to organize his thoughts and waiting for the explanation for this sudden proposal.

Tine reaches forward to take Sarawat’s second hand in his, cradling both of them between his own hands, as if holding the most precious treasure, before he takes a deep breath and stares at Sarawat, wanting his boyfriend to see through his eyes how much he means the words he’s about to say.

“It’s because you knew today was a difficult day for me, and you cooked Tom Yum Goong. It’s because I came home, and the sight of your shoes alone was enough to make my worries dissipate. It’s because as soon as my day got worse today, I wanted to talk to you and see you because I knew you would make me feel better, and because I want to be able to do the same thing for you, forever,” Tine says, emotion making his voice crack. He sees Sarawat is studying him in wonder, and the sight gives him the courage to continue. “It’s because whenever anything happens to me, good or bad, you’re the one I want by my side and the one I was to share it with. And I just… I don’t see that changing. Ever. I want what we have today, and what we’ve had for more than 5 years now, for the rest of our lives, and I know that won’t ever change. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, bandaging your fingers, playing music and being happy.”

Tine reaches the end of his improvised speech, and he sees small tears prickling in Sarawat’s eyes.

For all that Sarawat can sometimes wear his heart on his sleeve, Tine can count on one hand the amount of times he’s seen him cry, and he doesn’t know if this is a good or a bad sign.

“I’m doing this all wrong aren’t I ? I don’t even have a ring,” Tine says self-deprecatingly. “But… Sarawat Guntithanon. I love you, and you are my heart. So will you marry me ? Please ?”

Sarawat stays silent for a few seconds, and although Tine doesn’t think he’ll outright deny him coldly, the love Sarawat feels for him too evident in everything the man does for Tine to still doubt it today, he still feels his stomach clench in his belly with nervousness.

Before he has the time to let it consume him though, Sarawat suddenly throws both arms around Tine’s neck, and hugs him tightly to his body.

At the gesture, Tine laughs in relief, tears clouding his own eyes, before hiding his face in the crook of Sarawat’s neck and pressing a kiss there.

“So is that a yes ?” he asks, and Sarawat pulls back to look him in the eyes, before cradling his face with both of his hands and pulling him forward to kiss him, pressing 4, 5, short consecutive pecks to his lips.

“It’s a yes. Of course it’s a yes ! It’s always a yes to you Tine,” he finally says, and although Tine can see the small tears still pooling in his boyfriend’s eyes, Sarawat is also wearing a blinding smile and Tine drinks in the sight of his boyfriend’s… no, his fiance’s happiness.

He pulls Tine towards him to kiss him once again, but the kiss turns messy quickly with both boys smiling too much to be able to press their lips together properly.

After a minute of giggling and kissing, they pull away from each other and Sarawat shakes his head in disbelief, laughing softly.

“I can’t believe I’ve been planning on asking you to marry me since we were 19, and you still managed to propose before I did,” he laughs. “And I can’t believe you proposed while bandaging a cut, of all things.”

At those words, Tine starts laughing and looks at Sarawat, raising both of his eyebrows in judgement.

“Oh, isn’t that how a proposal is done ?” he asks teasingly, and Sarawat looks confused for a couple seconds, before a huge smile starts overtaking his face and understanding hits him, likely remembering the same scene Tine had thought of earlier.

Them sitting in Sarawat’s old bedroom, and Sarawat bandaging each of Tine’s fingers delicately, before asking the boy he wasn’t even dating yet to marry him. Twice.

“Sometimes,” Sarawat finally answers, laughter evident in his voice. “Only the best propose this way though.”

“I don’t doubt that for a second,” Tine teases him. “And we are the best after all… husband-to-be.”

Sarawat’s breath catches in his throat at the words, before a brilliant smile illuminates his face.

“I love you,” his fiance whispers, dropping his forehead to rest against Tine’s.

“And I love you. I can’t wait to spend forever with you, Sarawat Guntithanon.”

Sarawat smiles once again, pushing forward to press another kiss to Tine’s mouth only to be stopped by one of Tine’s hands landing on his chest.

“If you manage to burn the Tom Yum Goong though, I’m taking the proposal back.”

At the words, Sarawat’s eyes grow infinitely bigger in shock, before he whips around towards the counter to check on the dish that is still cooking on the stove, making sure that nothing has burnt while they were talking and making one of the biggest decisions of their lives.

Laughing at the sight, Tine leans forward again to hug Sarawat from behind, his arms once again making their way around his boyfriend’s waist, before he bends forward to press a kiss to the back of Sarawat’s neck.

“I love you,” he whispers against his fiance’s skin, and although he isn’t sure Sarawat heard him, he knows he got the sentiment loud and clear when Sarawat moves one of his hands against Tine’s own hand where it’s still resting against his stomach, weaving their fingers together and squeezing gently.

Today has really been awful, and Tine knows that tomorrow will be taxing. But if occasional days like those are the price to pay to allow him to come home to Tom Yum Goong and Sarawat all the time, then he knows he’s still one of the luckiest people on earth.

As long as Tine has this amazing man to come home to, he knows they’ll be more than ok, and there’s nothing they can’t face. 2gether for all of eternity.

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“Under the Knife” - Part 4

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Hannibal Lecter x Reader, Will Graham x Sister!Reader

Word Count: 3,100-ish

Key: Chunks of text in italics are (Y/N)’s thoughts. Y/N = Your Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: Description of Crime Scene/Murder Victims, Murder, Cursing, Blood

Summary: You are Will Graham’s sister who works with him at the FBI. When you get offered a job promotion, life starts to change. Some changes for the better; Some for the worst.

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Author’s Note: This is my first Hannibal piece and I am proud of it. There aren’t too many stories for Hannibal, so I figured I would add to the collection.

This does take place in some happy medium where they are all alive and work together. Sort of a happier season 1 era.

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No matter how many times you looked at crime scene photos or had to visualize how the killers from the Evil Minds Research Museum had done their work, you were not fully ready to be completely immersed in an active crime scene.

You were inside another upper-class house in Lorton, Virginia. Everything seemed normal on the outside, until you got past the familiar yellow tape. You were escorted in by Jack. As you walked through the front door, Jack motioned to the right.

“Mindy Pencalt’s sister called local police and said that she was worried about Mindy. They have weekly video calls and Mrs. Pencalt didn’t respond for two days, which apparently was very abnormal. Uni’s came in and saw her on the kitchen floor, then called in for backup.”

You walked over, putting on gloves as you got closer. You brushed some hair away from Mindi’s neck. You saw the blood down her front, but you really got a good look at the slice that spanned across most of her neck. You spoke out loud as you inspected the victim, mostly to get confirmation from Jack that you were right.

“This was a quick kill. Sliced neck, just like half of the other victims. No other obvious wounds or marks other than a gash on her forehead that seems to have happened right around time of death. Which means she didn’t-or couldn’t put up much of a fight.” You stood up as you began to see the scene in your mind as it happened. You walked slightly behind where Mindi was laying on the ground. “Most likely from the killer coming up and shoving her head into this set of cabinets before taking his weapon and cutting into her neck from behind.”

After you had acted out bashing an invisible victim into the overhead cabinets and then taking an invisible knife and dragging it across the same invisible victim, you stopped and looked again at the sliver in her neck.

“The cut starts a few inches below Mrs. Pencalt’s right ear, drags through and across her sternohyoid muscle and stops an inch or so to the left. Leaving her to bleed out at a decent pace. The length of the cut and where it starts and ends indicates that the killer is left-handed.”

You were looking at the cut on her neck when another thought popped into your mind. Without breaking your gaze from her neck, you held out your open hand towards Jack.

“Swab, please.” There was some shuffling behind you and not even 20 seconds later, you felt the small familiar shape of a long cotton swab. You gently use your gloved hand and the swab to open the wound slightly. You made a confirming noise to yourself and spoke out loud as you reached your hand out for a disposal bag from whoever gave you the swab.

“The slit is at more of an upward angle. Which means that he is taller than Mrs. Pencalt, who is... how tall?” You ask over your shoulder, still not looking away from the corpse in front of you.

You could hear Jack flip through his notepad for a few seconds before responding with “5’7”. You just nodded, trying to visualize the killer in your mind. As of right now, it was just a shaded outline of a man. Now you had some sort of height to work with though, but you still didn’t have any major identifying markers yet.

“I would estimate our killer is somewhere between 5’10” and 6’ tall. Which makes him almost painfully average.”

You looked around Mindi’s body once more to see if there was anything else that really stuck out to you. Any sort of signature left behind on any surface, a stray hair or thread from a shirt being snagged. But you found nothing. You mimed the movements the killer would have made to really see the picture and try to get more into his head. Physically being at the crime scene did so much more than just looking at pictures and notes.

“After the trash is taken care of, he moves on to find and set up his mise-en-scène.”

You turn to go through the only hallway visible, finally looking up. You were expecting to just meet an accepting or objecting Crawford, but instead was greeted not only to an accepting Jack, but also a somewhat surprised Hannibal. He knew you were brilliant, but he had never had the chance to see you really work.

“Oh! I wasn’t aware that Dr. Lecter was going to be joining us.” You were really thrown off your rhythm for a minute. Jack nodded before turning and heading down the hallway to what you were sure was a dismembered doctor.

“When you are done, meet me down here. First door on the right.”

You were left with Hannibal in a slightly awkward position. Looking around at the floor, you tried your best to gracefully get away from the victim and closer to where Hannibal stood without messing up the crime scene. He offered a guiding hand to help to which you gladly accepted. Once you had your feet planted, you decided to speak up and try to dispel as much of the weirdness you felt as you could.

“I um-- I would have offered to drive us both if I’d have known you were coming. I thought you said that you only consulted on one part of this case.”

“Originally, yes, it was just the one. But Jack asked me to tag along, as back up. He wants to make sure he made a good choice in recruiting you. And having never had the privilege to see you work like this before, I felt the urge to agree even more so.”

You could feel like there was something off or something else he wasn’t sharing, so you just raised your eyebrow at him, waiting for him to continue. He took a slightly large inhale before changing to a more cautious tone of voice.

“I also agreed because Will and I thought it would be safest if I followed this case as well.”

Your mood went from confused and unsure to upset and slightly betrayed very quickly once Hannibal’s reasoning settled in your brain. You tried your best to stay cool, but you couldn’t help the frustration that slightly morphed your voice.

“So this is Will’s way of babysitting me, is it? He-- No. Both of you are so sure that something is going to happen that you felt the need to put yourself on this case?”

“This is just a precaution and to try and help Will feel a bit better about the situation.”

“I--.”

Before either of you could continue, Jack’s voice rang from the next room over.

“Lecter! Graham! Get in here! We don’t have all night!”

You took a deep breath, trying to sort out the clusterfuck of emotions in your head. You opened your eyes and diverted all attention to walking away from Hannibal and ignoring the situation. Before you could take a full step, Hannibal tried to speak.

“(Y/N)--”

You just paused and held your hand up to stop him.

“I’m sorry but I really do not want to talk to you about any of this right now. I just want to go in there, get some initial findings, and go home.” You couldn’t fully see it, but Hannibal nodded his head in understanding and extended his arm in the direction of the next room. You muttered a small “thank you” before continuing towards where Jack called out for you.

You would deal with all of this later. For now, you needed to be able to look at this scene and try to find anything that could save whoever this creep had in mind next.

Walking into the room, you saw the various markers and teams working on collecting evidence and taking pictures. Jack was right by the door to greet you into your first macabre serial killer scene.

“Give us the room.” Jack ordered and everyone got to the end of whatever they were doing and filed out, giving you, Jack, and Hannibal the room to yourselves. Now you could get a better visual of just what you were dealing with.

“Do you want to know what we have so far, or do you want to just do your thing?” Jack watched you as you couldn’t bring yourself to look away from the scene in front of you. All you could do was shake your head ‘no’ as you worked your hands into a fresh pair of gloves, which was enough of an answer for Jack.

“The floor is yours, (Y/N) and Dr. Lecter.”

With Jack’s previous experience with your brother, he had learned to just let your brain work and then talk later. But Hannibal had never seen this side of you, so he observed with immense curiosity as to what you pick up on and the connections you make.

“I would rather (Y/N) take over. This is her case. I am just here for support.” Hannibal said somewhat softly, seeing that you were trying to slip into the same mindset as he had witnessed earlier with Mrs. Pencalt.

You tried to just breathe through the resentment you were feeling as you straightened your shoulders and stepped through the doorway of the room, slowly making yourself forget that they were there, focusing on how your killer would have done all of this.

You could assume this was Dr. Pencalt and Mrs. Pencalt shared bedroom from the general layout of the home, or the fact that Dr. Pencalt was laid out in the middle of a king sized bed.

As you stepped closer and closer, you were able to see those clean cut lines that you’d come to know very well by now. His body looked slightly elongated due to the fact that he, like the previous Scalpel victims, was dissected at every major joint. Each part of him had an inch or so gap between each other.

Making your way around the bed, you found the door to the attached master bathroom open and the light on, a trail of blood connecting the bed to the bathroom. When you peeked inside, the once pristinely gray floor tiles now had a layer of red over them and thick blood stuck in the grout. You nodded as you committed that room to memory and walked back to the bed.

You carefully tilt Dr. Pelcant’s head to the side to try and find a small hole in where a syringe would have gone, figuring it would be somewhere in his neck. You couldn’t find anything with just your naked eye.

“We’ll have to see if Beverly or Zeller can find the injection point. If we can see any sort of angle to it, that could help narrow down our killer’s height.”

Jack wrote that down in his notes as you took a step back from the body and scanned the whole room again. Your gut was saying that you just needed to keep looking. Hannibal and Crawford watched you, waiting to see if you had anything else to add. Hannibal saw that you were slightly troubled by something.

“Something wrong, (Y/N)?

"Something about all of this is off."

“What is it?" Jack butt in, a slight shift in his tone making you a little more frustrated at yourself for not seeing it yet.

"I'm not sure. It’s just-- This set up- This doesn't feel like the others. Not entirely."

"Could it be because these are not photographs, like how you're used to seeing?" You know Hannibal didn’t mean to sound condescending in any way, but with your bitter bias towards him right now, it definitely felt it. Still, you didn’t look away from the bed.

"No. I know it's not that."

You couldn’t tell exactly what Jack and Hannibal were discussing behind you but you didn’t really care; Everything had started to muffle as you focused more and more on the display in front of you.

My eyes and gut keep bringing me here. This is it. Something isn’t right here. But what the hell is it? The body is cut up in the same way as the other doctors. The only slightly weird thing is that the eyes are left open on this vic. Everything is so neat and tidy, why can’t I tell what is wrong?

Then it hit you. That’s what is wrong: Things were neat. More specifically, the bedsheets.

"The sheets." You felt the words slip out of your mouth as your brain was still going, now picking up on how this bedroom looked like a picture from a Better Homes & Gardens magazine, just with a dead body laying in the bed instead of a photogenic couple or dog or something.

“(Y/N), I really don't think their choice in bedding lead to their--"

"Shh! Shut up for a second! Just-- Everyone shut up!" You waved your hand at Crawford to try to quiet him quicker. Jack was about to reprimand you, but Hannibal held up a hand to him, letting him know that you were on to something. You did a full circle around the room before landing back on the sheets.

“The sheets are flat.” You said aloud, moreso to yourself than to the other two off to the side. You then looked directly at Jack, not giving Hannibal any attention, knowing that would bring your personal life back up and derail the potentially good track you were on.

“There are only two victims in this household, correct?” You spoke while following the blood drip stains from the edges of the bed to the pool on the floor to the trail that led to the bathroom.

“Yes.” Crawford responded, slightly judgmental.

“And we’re sure about that?”

“Positive. I looked in every room in this house myself before you two got here.” You just nodded, your eyes finding their way to the bathroom and the seemingly odd pool of blood in there.

“Were there any weapons found in the bathroom?” Both men were a bit confused at the sudden change of topic, but continued anyway.

“Not that I’m aware of.”

“How well did the crime scene interns look though?”

“What exactly are you insinuating, (Y/N)?” You could tell that Jack wasn’t a fan of you talking like that, but you had your reasons.

“Either we have a mysterious third victim that was killed in the bathroom and then vanished, or this is one of those cases where the evidence collecting teams didn’t search thoroughly enough and missed out on a piece of evidence.” Jack waved his hand, motioning for you to keep talking.

“Taking into account that there is only one trail of blood that leads between these two pools of blood, there are in fact only two victims in this house. So what I am insinuating is that your collection team missed something.” You turned back to the corpse in the bed and went on to explain yourself further, physically taking the steps that the vic would have taken in this likely scenario.

“Dr. Pencalt was relaxing in bed when he heard commotion in the kitchen. Instead of jumping out of bed and going to check it out with no weapon, he rushed to his bathroom to search for something to defend himself with.”

You quickly scanned over the bathroom, your eyes finally landing on exactly what you were looking for: the toilet. You gently hopped over the blood that had stuck to the tiles and got to the toilet. You lifted up the lid to the tank and reached in. You turned back to the men as you got the new piece of evidence out safely.

“One of the most common places that civilians hide their guns or valuables are in airtight baggies, in the tanks of their toilets.”

Jack gave you a slightly annoyed look before calling for an evidence bag and handing it to you. You sealed up the gun and hopped back to the main bedroom, Hannibal making sure to help steady you as you landed. Once you were on solid ground again, he respectfully backed away. You gave the gun to Jack, turned around to face the bathroom, and continued your assessment.

“So, like I said, he goes to his bathroom to try to get his gun to defend himself against whatever he thinks is in his kitchen other than his wife. He gets into the bathroom but then is stopped before he can make it to the toilet or his gun. Here, he is injected with whatever insanely fast paralytic drug our killer decided to use tonight, and falls to the ground, where the killer decides to chop him up.” You walked parallel to the trail of blood leading back to the bed. “And then place him here.”

You could feel yourself slowly losing your grip on your mind due to exhaustion. You took your gloves off and ran your hands over your face.

“I need to get some air. I did all I can here. I need to write some stuff out and then I can get back at this tomorrow when I have some more forensic evidence to work off of.” You were about to leave the room when Jack called out.

“No.” You stopped and faced him to see if he was serious. His face was stone. “Write out what you need to. Then I want you and you, Dr. Lecter, to report back to my office in an hour. I need a list of suspects, a good motive, or something out of this case, tonight.”

You knew you couldn’t do or say anything to change Jack’s mind without possibly getting yourself taken off the case. So you just took a deep breath and nodded, making your way out of the bedroom. Hannibal just nodded his head as well and followed you out.

You heard the soft but quick steps of Hannibal’s nice shoes catch up to you as you reached your car. You didn’t want to talk to him, not sure of what you would even say now that you felt almost completely drained.

“Hannibal, I really don't--”

“I know.”

You were slightly taken aback at his interruption. He leaned slightly towards you and opened your car door. You then realized that he only wanted to make sure you got to your car safe, as he always did when he was with you. You felt slightly guilty, but tried to not think about it too much as he waited until you had your seat belt on to shut the door. Letting you drive off; Leaving you alone in your car to try to prepare for this undoubtedly intense brainstorming in an hour.

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spideyrights · 5 years

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Partners (Series) - Detective Loki x Reader

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You hovered uncomfortably outside the door of Captain O’Malley’s office, awaiting Loki to come back out with the verdict as to whether or not you could hold Alex Jones for another 24 hours. You leaned back against the wall beside the door, knocking your heel against the wall as you waited impatiently, trying to distinguish what the muffled sounds you identified could mean. Loki walks out in a huff, paper in hand, clearly not a good sign. “I’ll take that as a no.” you said, back still against the wall observing him with crossed arms. His arm came up beside you to rest his hand on the wall as he stood in front of you, head cowered. The proximity was strangely close but Loki didn’t seem one to think anything of it so neither did you.

“I have nine level three sex offenders within a ten mile radius of Fairmont,” he stated, holding the list up for you to see. “I’m gonna go pay them a visit.”

“Great, I’ll come.” you said, pushing yourself off of the wall as if to indicate you were already to go. “You know I’d feel a lot more comfortable if you were as far from these creeps as possible so if you don’t mind could you just stay here and try and get anything else out of Jones before we gotta let him go tomorrow.” he spoke lowly which you could tell was from an overwhelming tide of exhaustion. His head remained facing the floor, his entire body being supported by the hand he had pressed firmly against the wall. “You sure have a strange way of flirting, Detective.” you joked, just wanting to coax a hint of a smile out of him and you were successful - just about - as he responded, raising his head to meet your gaze with a quirk up of the lips.

“If you need anything text me.” you offered with a tight-lipped smile and he only nodded in response, his mind clearly elsewhere.

As Loki requested you questioned Jones for a bit longer but he didn’t say much. You got him some water and even found him some colouring in to do after he mentioned that he was fond of it. It had been quite clearly established now by the professional you had brought in that Alex, having the brain capacity of a ten-year-old, would be incapable of performing a crime like this but you still felt he had to be connected somehow. So you tried to inadvertently see if he would suggest anything in his art work or in the ‘casual’ conversations you had with him but you came up empty-handed.

You noticed Loki’s return when he rushed past your desk with Father Dunn in cuffs making you do a double take. He handed Father Dunn off to another cop who seemed to be leading him to a questioning room and so you stood, catching Loki’s attention. “Anything?”

“No, sorry.” you apologised knowing that it would mean the release of Jones and so in turn a lot of shit from Keller Dover. He blinked, hard, that tick of his becoming more frequent and more aggressive. “And Father Dunn?”

“Dead body in his basement. Says the guy came to him to confess about kidnapping a bunch of kids but he gave no name.”

“Convenient.” you remarked, cocking your head. “Very. Says he convinced him to go back to his place or else he’d kill more. Drunk fucker...” Loki trailed off, his chest rising and falling from rage. You hadn’t really seen Loki this irritated before. He was generally one to withhold emotions but pure anger was seeping through the cracks in his facade. “You good?”

“Yeah...yeah I’m good,” he assures, taken aback by your question. “Just have a long history with asshats like that.” He doesn’t elaborate and you don't expect him to. You leave it be. You’d looked in his file on the database when you first arrived but quickly grew uncomfortable with your own nosiness. You didn’t think it was your place to find out things about Loki that he didn’t want you to know so, like that, you left this be. “Come on, we gotta go release Alex.”

You and Loki watched through the clear screen of the front entrance as Alex signed out of custody with his aunt, Holly, beside him. Alex looked up towards you with a grateful expression which soon dropped to a fearful one when he met Loki’s steel gaze. Holly leads Alex out, continuing to instruct him on what to do and as she opens the door which allows a moment of the shouts of photographers to enter the station before the door shuts again. “I should probably go help get the press off of them.” you say, subtly asking permission and Loki agrees wordlessly, nodding his head towards the door.

You push the doors open out onto the flurry of press just as you see a car rush into the station and a man step out. Keller. Oh no. You rush forward but Keller has his hands on Alex first. You rush through the crowd and grab and hold of Keller who brings his hand backwards to get you off of him, essentially landing you a backwards slap in the face. You don’t release though, planting your knee on Keller’s back and applying pressure to get him down to the ground. You now see other cops, albeit too late, approaching the scene and so you softly hold Keller down realising he’s no longer resisting and finally release when the others come over to cuff him. Loki is one of the ones who had rushed out and he instructs the others to send Dover to the Captain’s office before he takes a look at you. “You’re bleeding.” he states, gesturing on his own face to the area under your eye that was now damp with specs of blood. You bring your hand up to see a small amount come off on your fingertips. “He must have scratched me when he tried to get me off of him.”

“Let’s get that cleaned up.”

It would be an understatement to say that sitting in the entirely silent, entirely empty changing room waiting for your partner to patch up your very small wound was an incredibly awkward situation. You watched Loki shuffle around in his locker looking for his first aid kit. You noticed the sheer amount of clothes and toiletries in that locker - certainly enough to make the station a liveable place - and you wondered whether he ever went home at all. Your gaze moved from his locker to his back as you watched the way his back muscles moved under his tight blue shirt as he moved various items around. You should probably stop looking, right? This is kind of inappropriate for two colleagues, nothing more, isn’t it? You couldn’t seem to tear your eyes away. That was until he shut the locker door with a dramatic slam and turned back towards you with the first aid kit in hand.

He knelt down to where you were seated on the bench in the middle of the two rows of lockers, meeting you at eye level. His eyes were avoiding yours at all costs as he focused on observing your wound, his hand moving up to your chin to tilt your head. Your eyes remained fixed on his expression until his flitted briefly up to yours making you snap your gaze away quickly. “You really don’t have to do this, you know? It’s barely a scratch.”

“I know. I just want Keller to feel guilty when he sees you all patched up so he stops being a dick to us.” he speaks monotonously though it elicits a chuckle from you. “Hold still.” And then he begins cleaning your injury, touching at the scratch with a cotton swab. There isn’t much distance between you two and it’s safe to say it’s freaking you out but Loki seems to take no notice of it, his expression remaining cool and composed.

You begin to notice the little things about him. He actually has strikingly beautiful blue eyes even though you’d gotten the impression before that they were darker than they actually are, presumably just because of how tired and grumpy he always looks. Your gaze shifts to his lips and it’s momentary before your eyes readjust to look at the lockers behind Loki but you have a feeling he might have noticed by the ghost of a smirk on his lips. “You okay there, Detective?”

“Mhm-hmm.” you respond, tight-lipped and trying to avoid any expression on your face. Well you certainly seemed to have a habit of embarrassing yourself in front of Loki.

“You’re not even going to offer me a ‘well done’ for saving that situation out there.” you joked coyly, trying to control your smile so as not to disturb his process. He scoffs, not tending to your scratch for a moment as he leans back to look at you properly. “Yeah nice work, Rocky, can’t wait to see you in the championships.”

You giggle, causing your body to sway away from Loki’s hand which had previously steadied your head. He reaches his hand back out, softly brushing your jaw and then bringing your face back in front of him to finish. “You don’t always have to be so grumpy, y’know?” He pauses, then decides on saying nothing and finishes by placing a plaster to the peak of your cheekbone to cover the scratch.

“Okay, hero, I think you’ve exerted yourself enough day.” he teases, placing his hand beside you on the bench to push himself up, now standing from his squatted position. You stand too, almost relieved by being able to be at a safe distance from Loki again, and catch your plastered up face in the mirror. “Ugh, great, I’m gonna look totally terrible if that scars.” you joke, mainly to yourself.

“Doubt that’s possible.” Loki mutters under his breath and you swore for a minute you imagined it . Did Loki just...imply I’m attractive? You brushed the thought away as sound as he turned back to you having put his stuff away and nodded his head towards the door, suggesting you both leave. You nod, putting the comment to the back of your mind as best as you can.

“-assaulted a police officer.” you hear the Captain finish as you and Loki enter the room. “Hardly assault, Captain, it’s a scratch.” you say, trying your best to be as comforting to Mr Dover as possible and he seems to appreciate it, smiling softly your way. Both O’Malley and Loki have no idea how you can forgive so easily but they take it to mean that no-one in the room is exactly looking to charge Keller. “Sir, I need you to go home.”

“What? What about what I just told you? Why aren’t you sending someone out to arrest this guy?” You and Loki looked between each other as if to confirm you both weren't aware of what he meant. “Tell our Detectives here what you just told me and they’ll definitely look into it, go ahead.”

You both look at Keller expectantly. “That asshole you both promised me you’d keep in custody, when I grabbed him in the parking lot, he said right to my fucking face: they didn’t cry until I left them.” Loki looks to you, expecting you to corroborate but you simply shrug.

“He said that to you in the parking lot just now?” you question. Keller confirms. “Anybody hear besides you?” Loki asks doubtfully. Keller denies. “Are you sure he said that?”

“What?”

“Are you sure that’s what he said?” You and O’Malley looked between each other, clearly both agreeing with the line Loki was going down. It did make sense that someone like Keller may just want to believe Jones is the guy and may also choose to believe that’s what Jones said.

“Jesus Christ, you think I’m making this up?” he stands aggressively, approaching Loki and you and O’Malley both stand up straighter putting a hand out in front of Keller to stop him from moving any further. “No, no, think about it, why would I make this up?”

“I’m not saying that to you. I’m just asking you a couple of questions. I’ll talk to him-”

“Don’t talk to him, arrest him.” And with that, Keller storms out of the office.

“What did I say? One more day.” Loki complains to O’Malley and then the two of you leave feeling slightly disgruntled. Loki heads back to his desk and you’re heading towards the kitchen when you see Keller walking back towards you.

“Detective, I-I just wanted to apologise. I didn’t mean to...” He gestures vaguely to the injury on your face. You smile tightly in response. “I’m a big girl, Mr Dover, I can take it, don't worry about it.” You try to step past him towards the kitchen. which is now only a few strides away but he stops you by gripping your lower arm loosely.

“Detective...I know your partner has his doubts about me but I, um, I’m just asking you to please believe me. You’re new, right? You must know what it’s like for people to not believe in you?” You say nothing in response but inhale with furrowed brows and concern in your eyes. “I need someone around here to still believe that I can help and that when I say something, I know what I’m talking about and when I say that boy said-” “Mr Dover, I believe you.” you interrupt speaking with a kind of firmness you aren’t used to. “Make your partner believe too.”

tags: @mother-dearest-loves-me @mariamermaid @vigilanteavengerqueen @superheroforrent <3 lemme know if you wanna be tagged in future

#detective loki #detective loki x reader #detective loki fic #jake gyllenhaal #jake gyllenhaal x reader #jake gyllenhaal x you #jake gyllenhaal imagine #jake gyllenhaal one shot #david loki #david loki x reader #david loki fic #partner series

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dyxnamicart · 5 years

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my stupid highschool oneshot thing

look im not a writer, (I used to be when I was fourteen, haven’t done it since then so ya know, you dont use it you lose it lmao)

Anyways this has been highly requested that I post it, im a bit mad because its not exactly how I wish their dynamic was, I’m not great at writing banter (or anything i’m an artist now plewse) but ya know Also DISCLAIMER: This is a piece of fiction, it in no way reflects real life Dan and Phil (In fact my au switches up their personalities a fair bit) and do not tag them okAY P E O P L E They dont wanna see it and I dont want them to see it (Even if this isnt a particularly shippy piece lmao people are getting very angsty as of late) I also don’t have an editor so sorry for any mistakes Anyway here ya go heathens

Dan didn’t notice the opposing teams jock barrelling towards him, not until his leg had swept under his own, causing him to fly through the air, ball no longer in his possession.

In fact it all flew by in a matter of seconds. Dan didn’t really have time to process exactly what was happening until he felt the shock of pain that travelled up his wrist and down his arm as he landed heavily onto it, crying out as he rolled once or twice before coming to a stop… He couldn’t really tell. There was a whistle blow, but the bustling around him seemed dull in comparison to the loudness of the pain in his wrist.

He hissed as he was righted, pulled up and put steadily on his feet, being ushered to the benches, it only felt like five minutes before the game was back on course, bar Dan to be left on the sides, a few claps on the back from his teammates as he let his head come down from the spinning it was doing.

The nurse on staff did a pretty shoddy job of bandaging, but to her credit she did ask if he wanted an ambulance. If his dad knew an ambulance was called because he hurt his wrist... he didn’t even want to imagine the searing look of disappointment he would receive.

So he just declined.

The game was one of the final ones of the season, they were playing against the local private school, which had a surprisingly amount of suspiciously beefed up kids, though with private school money Dan wasn’t surprised they probably had some ins with the law and extra ‘help’.

He really wanted to play in the final, in fact his coach had even been considering him for the team, not that Dan was amazing at football, but he wasn’t the worst. He was passable at best, probably why his parents weren’t here right now to witness the semi, something he supposes he should be counting his lucky stars for now he had an injury as mediocre as a sprained wrist, but now there was a nagging pull in his gut of his own disappointment.

He waited out the game on the bench, figuring he should at least be there for his team for the results, even with a sprained wrist he didn’t want to run away without at least talking to a few of his mates afterwards.

Phil didn’t see the tumble.

He was perched up in the bleachers, trying to ignore the way the mild and darkening sky had began to stew whipping winds that tore right through the threads in his sweater, by sketching insurmountable things he could see.

He didn’t usually go to games, not only was it not his scene, but he would either end up insanely bored or find his eyes following Dan Howell’s god damn limber body. But this was the semis, and he totally wasn’t here to occasionally glance at a certain panting number 91, he at least wanted to show his support for the school. It wasn’t his fault this game was boring and his sketchbook looked far more inviting.

He only looked up when there was a big murmur and gasps coming from the crowd around him, and he couldn’t see who it was at first, but there was a boy sprawled on the ground.

It didn’t take long to figure out it was Dan, and his eyebrows furrowed deeply, closing his sketchbook and shoving it into his bag. He ended up walking down a few rows in the bleachers, just trying to see if the daft idiot was okay, and he sat down again much closer. The nurse did an awful job at bandaging his hand, he could see that from here, and he would have to fix it after the game. Well.. he didn’t have to, of course, but he figured Howell was too much of an airhead to fix it properly and as much as the other grated on him he at least wanted him to be comfortable.

When it came to the end of the game, Phil’s school lost, and there was a brief celebration for the other school as they paraded off the field, while Dan’s team just huddled around to talk to the coach and then walk to the locker rooms, obviously trying to act casual even if they had essentially just been eliminated from the finals.

Looking around, a lot of the families and students were milling out, many of them disappointed by the outcome of the game.

This was their star team, and there had been a surprisingly large turnout for the event, to have it all end this anticlimactically felt a bit wrong, if he was being honest, even if sports definitely weren’t his thing.

Phil headed down towards the locker rooms, some of the boys were already heading out, chatting and bumping into each other as they walked. Boys were talking, over half of them shirtless. He tried to avoid looking at them, while Phil had come to terms with his sexuality internally, he wasn’t out to his school, despite the obvious digs lots of the jocks and ‘cool kids’ would make. He wasn’t exactly subtle.

Dan hadn’t noticed him, he was sitting on a bench and chatting to a teammate, but some of the boys closer to the entrance had.

“Ay! It’s Danny’s little bitch, what’s new Lester?” A boy Phil knew as Jason laughed, throwing an arm around his shoulders, leaning heavily on him.

Phil grunted, and shoved him off. “I’m not anyone’s bitch. Especially not Howell’s.”

There was an ‘oo’ that rippled through the boys, and it was safe to say that Dan had noticed him. He furrowed his eyebrows, and stood up.

“A teacher told me to help Dan.. carry his stuff with his hand like that.” He faltered off, because that half baked excuse really did make him sound like someone’s bitch. But by this point people were beginning to lose interest and ended up either packing up to leave or going back to chatting amongst themselves about a hot girl or something Phil honestly couldn’t care less about.

Phil walked towards Dan, throwing on a mastered look of indifference and annoyance.

“What are you doing back here?” The brunette sighed deeply, running his good hand through his hair. “As if I don’t already get clowned on enough from seeing you during actual school hours.” He said dryly.

Phil rolled his eyes. “I saw that sad excuse for a nurse ‘wrap’ your hand. I’ve seen children under the age of 4 wrap toilet paper around themselves better.”

Dan groaned as he fell back to his sitting position on the bench. “Good deed Lester huh? You aren’t a guardian angel you know.”

“Are you going to turn down actual help with that wrist, Howell. Seriously.” He dropped his bag on the ground, and knelt down, ignoring the few whistles he got from the people still in the room.

Dan rolled his eyes as he looked down at Phil, arched eyebrow and holding his injured wrist with his hand, like he didn’t trust him. “Fine.” He sighed, setting his hand down on his leg, looking down at Phil with a suspicious and unless he was imagining it, flushed face.

Phil carefully lifted the brunettes injured hand, frowning at the small pang of guilt he felt when Dan hissed in a sharp breath, quiet, as if being a little louder would shatter his reputation in one fell swoop.

By now the locker room had basically emptied out, Dan’s mates sauntered away, hefting their heavy gym bags over their shoulders as their voices echoed down the hallway and slowly faded into the cool night air.

Dan and Phil sat in silence for a few moments as Phil examined the bandage. Dan seemed to relax a little, and he allowed the feeling of calm to wash over them now there was no eyes examining their every move. The indifference and hostility seemed to drain from the air.

He didn’t know if it was the late night game or the lack of people, but he felt as though he was back before highschool, back before their fall out. Before their life became a series of quips and tension seeping into the fond memories he once had for the boy in front of him.

“Why do you play, when you end up hurting yourself like this?” His question was genuine, none of the concealed fire that was usually behind his voice when he talked to Dan.

Phil used his other hand to unroll the bandage. He had seen the first aid kit it came from, the contents being the single bandage, two band aids and a single cotton swab. Not the most ideal for a sport like this, hands on and physical, but their school wasn’t really known for their state of the art resources.

Dan looked unsure of whether or not he should give a witty response or answer seriously. In the end he seemed too exhausted to spit out a clever one liner. So he opted for the truth.

“I don’t know..” Dan huffed a breath out of his nose, like he was out of practice with talking about his emotions. “The guys are cool.. people like a jock you know?” He pauses for a moment, like he was struggling with whether or not he wanted to continue. “And I kind of want my dad to be proud of me? You know my dad. I want him to think.. I’m one of the lads. One of the boys.. not a royal screw up son.” He snorted, good hand rubbing the back of his neck like he was trying to play off his words as ridiculous.

But Phil didn’t laugh.

“Proud of you?” He repeated, slightly quieter as he slowly started to wind the bandage around Dan’s stiff wrist.

Dan shrugged, looking away and seemingly focusing on a spot far across the room, like he was trying to be anywhere but here, talking to a friend who had been distanced by time and change.

But Phil remembers, he remembers his curly brown hair bouncing around when he was excited, when he was jumping around playing cops and robbers, he remembers his loud and boisterous laugh and the way his cheeks dimpled and filled with colour. He remembers a time when he knew the boy in front of him more then he knew anyone in the world. When he thought Dan was his forever friend and that nothing would ever change that.

Guess something changed.

“You know I’m proud of you,” He continued, not looking up from bandaging. He could feel Dan’s eyes on him now, he could feel the incredulous and doubtful eyes bore into his skin, see into his soul. He didn’t seem to have expected an actual answer in response. “I’m proud of you when I see you play piano. When I see your eyes light up and when you lose yourself in the keys. When you recite dumb Shakespearen poetry and when you are on stage commanding the spotlight, when the only person who matters is you. That’s what I’m proud of. That’s what makes me think, THIS is Dan Howell. THIS is who he is meant to be. Not a shallow jock with a sharp tongue and attitude. I’m proud of the real you.”

He clipped the bandage pin on the end of the roll, now safely locked on Dan’s wrist, and he went to pull his hand away but was stopped by a hand placed over his.

Dan’s eyes were how he remembered, not in way they were for the past two years, glazed over as he tried to cram his way into a puzzle he didn’t fit into, but filled with an unfathomable tenderness and something he couldn’t quite put his finger on

They didn’t need to exchange words, the soft smile Dan gave him spoke a thousand words, making up for time that felt lost before now.

He stood up, finally dropping Phil’s hand and grabbing his jacket off the bench. “Come on, I’ll walk you home.”

Their silence was welcoming as they walked down the hall towards the exit. The last few years had been full of quips and jabs, fast insults and banter that sometimes toed the line as not quite friendly. This silence, it was new, but it felt right. Dan couldn’t quite understand, but there was a shift that felt comfortable.

Dan had known Phil a long time, longer then anyone in this god forsaken school. He was quiet and reserved and he enjoyed painting and drawing. He was creative, and he didn’t care what people thought of him. He was unapologetically himself, and that was something that he only wished he could be.

For the longest time it was him and Phil. Dan and Phil against the world, playing Mario cart and watching shitty movies, always at each other’s houses like they belonged together.

Then high school happened.

The desire to fit in hit Dan like a ton of bricks. While Phil was content to remain a Mario kart loving geek, Dan couldn’t stand being the butt of the joke. He couldn’t stand his dad being disappointed whenever he brought Phil home to do something nerdy. As the years went by it became a sort of crutch for him and Phil to make snide remarks at each other as they passed in the halls, glaring across the halls and that’s how it stayed.

Don’t get him wrong, he loved to see Phil riled up. He loved to see his eyebrows furrow together and his eyes roll. His arms crossed and his posture unimpressed. If anything that was his favourite part, the way his voice flooded with heat and passion, as he stared at him with the intensity of a bonfire. He loved to tease him and play his surprisingly short temper like a fiddle.

But he wasn’t attracted to him. No way. Phil wasn’t a pretty girl. He did NOT find his eyes pretty and the way his hair sometimes fell into his eyes and his hands didn’t itch to run his hands through it.

He was straight. He had to be.

His heart dropped a little, and he couldn’t explain why, but he looked over at Phil, who was walking beside him.

They were outside now, and it was raining, not too heavily but enough to get you fairly wet. Despite the fact Phil was wearing a sweater and long overalls, he could see him shiver, the fabric of the sweater probably allowed the biting wind to nip tight through it.

He shrugged off his jacket, and gently wrapped it around Phil’s shoulders, forcing them to stop momentarily. The street light cast a soft light over them, and his eyes met the other boys, and for a moment they stared at each other, Dan watching as raindrop followed the contours of Phil’s face, a drop following his cheekbone and the slope of his jaw.

He coughed, rubbing the back of his neck again as he started walking. “Okay okay, lets get you home, Lester.”

“Are you sure you aren’t cold?” Phil enquires inquisitively as he sped walked a bit to catch up with him.

He shrugged. “Still running on adrenaline I guess.” It was a lie, he was slightly cold. But it felt right, and he continued to walk with him in silence.

Phil was holding the jacket around himself as they approached his house, and they stopped just under the porch, the light flickering on to illuminate his face.

Dan stuffed his good hand in his pocket, and he clicked his tongue as Phil went to shrug off the jacket to give back. “Nah, wash it first, don’t want your nerd germs on my clothes.” Despite the insult, he found himself smiling warmly, and Phil too just chuckled.

“Alright, I’ll give it to you on Monday or something, Howell.”

Dan saluted as he turned to walk away, and he could feel Phil staring through his back as he walked back into the rain. They were only a street apart, but he knew that was going to be one long walk.

#mine #stick to drawing Hayley u idiot #ur right i should #but this only spawned at like 2am so im sorry #highschool au

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kamikazeyo-blog · 4 years

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Eye of The Storm

"This is the last bottle of fresh water,sir."

Dazai rubbed his eyes,"How long did I sleep?"

"An hour and 14 minutes."

"How close are we to our destination?"

"About 17 kilometers."

"It looks like I'm going to die here."Dazai unscrews the top of the bottle, moistened his chapped lips with a cotton swab, "Checked the pain index of my dehydrated death."

"The system doesn't recommend that, sir."

"Fine,I'm kidding. Give me the coordinates of the nearest convoy."

"The storm has affected the signal."

"It seems that I have to do all the things alone."standing up and stretching himself,with the fine sand fell from his body,Dazai looks up at the dark sky and strokes the handlebars,"Atsushi,Can you still work on navigation?"

"At your service,sir."

"Let's go."

While engine is revving,Dazai says,"Can you play some music for me?I think I've copied a lot into your database."

"The system does not recommend this, sir."in the smooth electronic synthesis sound, the locomotive runs forward. "The contents of the system concerning suicide have been banned."

Dazai might have shrugged his shoulders if he had not been riding his bike, but now he could only curl the corners of his mouth to show his regret.

"What else do you have in your database?"

"'I'm really good ''Rudy''Life in full bloom'.Which one would you like?"

"You know what? Forget it."

"Your system has detected an increase in the production of Meradonine. Are you sad?"

Holding the brakes tight, Dazai sighs," All Right, Atsushi, just keep the navigator on, and turn off the amplifier to save power."

Voice System Disabled. Switching to text mode.

The words on the screen flashed a bright, irregular spot on his face. Dazai wipes his face with the corner of a Suntan towel around his neck, wryly pullss the corner of his mouth, spat out a mouthful of dust, and starts the locomotive again,"You know what? Let's just go back to voice."

"The system assumes that you have just experienced a very complex human struggle."

"What do you mean?"

"Unfortunately, the system does not have a specific analysis of human emotions, you need to update the installation of the decade package,sir."

Dazai smiled with pleasure."I am now penniless, how can I afford your upgrade?"

"Are we so poor already, sir?"

"You can read my account balance."

"...System records that I've reminded you whether you need this system to help you with financial management."

"If I leave it to you to manage my money, maybe my daily food will turn into tea and rice."

"The system doesn't know what you mean."

"You don't need to understand."Dazai's eyes and eyebrows droop, peripheral light glance at the top right corner of the system interface Purple Gold Full Moon, "You just need to use this voice and talk with me."

"The voice box is damaged and there are better sources in the system library. If you want, you can change the system."

Dazai rebuffed, "No, this is fine. It took me three days to tune this voice for you."

"You like this sound."

"What do you know about LIKE?"

"I don't know."

"Then change the subject."

"Good News. We're about a kilometer from our destination."

It takes about four or five hours to repair the thrusters, but the last of the fresh water is finally at an end.

Dazai sits down with his face in the dirt against the locomotive,"Atsushi,give me some music."

"'I'm really good ''Rudy''Life in full bloom'.Which one would you like?"

"Is that ALL? I directed over 500 songs for you."

"Once again, forbidden songs such as 'Black Friday' are not allowed to exist in the system's repository, sir."

"I'm your master, Atsushi."

"Unfortunately, your clearance is only B-level."

"Are you GONNA take my interests away from me?"

"The system doesn't think suicide is fun."

Dazai holds up a finger and shakes it back and forth, a smile at the corner of his mouth,"That's where you're wrong, Atsushi. It's much more fun to end your life with love, and to make short-lived love meaningful in the form of death than to live with nothing. You should log It in your program."

"Request failed. The system's motto is 'living as long as you're alive'. "

"Why are you still so stubborn?"

"Because I'm just an intelligent system, sir."

"……"

"Sir? The system has detected an increase in the production of Meradonine in your body. Are you sad?"

"How long till will the COMMS be back up?"

"The signal has been restored and a distress signal has been sent."

"And how much gas is there in the tank?"

"1.1 liters."

"And I need you to guide me."

"You are not advised to do so. The remaining fuel will not support your return to base."

"You can send my location in real time to Kunikida."Get back on the locomotive,Dazai twists handlebars,"We do not return to the base, let's go HOME."

"The room I rented in the lower town.We lighted up our lamps at 5.30 pm and cooked. It was a 20-step walk, and I would kick the leg of the stool every time I got up."

"I want to have coffee downstairs."

"But Mr.Dazai, downtown has been destroyed for seven years. "the electronic sound without a ripple of friendly reminds,"Because of meteorites."

When Sakura arrived, Dazai is still polishing the car.

The dust and oil has darkened his face, which had been gradually roughened by the wind and the sun, and he looks tired and dishevelled, but even that could not conceal his peculiar look and charm.

The young girl, blushing slightly at the man's side, nearly spills her coffee, and after several deep breaths, finally summons the courage to pass the cup over, "Mr. Dazai, thank you."

Dazai smiled, politely takes a cup to drink.Caffeine helps him dispel a lot of fatigue, and then he gazes st the girl's bright eyes, "Well,never mind.It's not a big deal."

"But my grandfather told me that if Mr. Dazai hadn't gotten yourself into trouble, fixed the thrusters, and rerouted them, at least four or five dungeons would have been destroyed."

Dazai noncommittal, and drinks a coffee, turning his eyes to the farther place, "What I've done is only by the mandate."

"Mandate?"Sakura watches him bemusedly as he walks toward a tree which is not far away.

There are two steles under the tree. Dazai stands in the middle of them.

She follows curiously,"Are these... the grave of someone that you are acquainted with?"

"This is a very good friend of mine. He is the one who taught me to be a rescuer."Dazai points to one of the tablets and says.

"Your friend must be a very kind person."

Dazai smiles but doesn't answer.

The girl turns her eyes to another one, and asked softly, "How about this..."

Dazai stretches out his hand, across the cold stone slab and seven years of time, then gently strokes its surface.There are three words carved-the name of his SLEEPING MOON.

He says,"My Love."

#dazushi #bungou stray dogs dazai #bungou stray dogs atsushi

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spirit-shroud · 4 years

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The SwSh rivals have a battle royale, who wins?

my phones battery doesn’t like it when i open up a web browser or switch between apps so i’m just gonna like. try to remember what everyone’s got going on

so like. i’m gonna exclude the protag here bc that’s me and i win just by virtue of being gay and having excellent taste in types

but like. marnie uses mainly dark, bede uses fairy / psychic, hop has a mixed bag of weird junk he uses (srsly broseidon i love hop but. why does your team have so many normal types. you can have your emotional support dubwool but. two normals. that’s too many. where’s the spice. the super effectiveness).

hypothetically speaking, fairy is super effective against dark, but dark is super effective against psychic — depending on When this hypothetical trifecta of sad kids beating each other up takes place, i think bede would be able to take down marnie with moderate ease BUT if it were earlier than say, The Incident, marnie would wipe the floor with his awful, cotton swab-esque self bc he’d have mostly psychic types instead.

i don’t remember hop’s team offhand. it’s like. dubwool, cinderace, snorlax, corviknight, sea cucumber, ?????? so he doesn’t have type advantage on either of them BUT they also don’t have type advantage over him either. he has simultaneously spirit AND depression so he’d come out on top of either of his opponents were forbidden from speaking. if either of them, however, mentioned his bro, he’d instantly lose all sense of hope and lose instantly.

so like, bede would probably win, but only because he’s a rude bitch

#kc takes questions

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Fall From Grace; Chapter Three {Bucky Barnes x Reader}

Prologue Here!

Chapter One Here!

Chapter Two Here!

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Warnings: some language, drugs. mentions of violence

It felt like a constant cycle. After a few days, you learned the pattern. They’d deliver meals approximately six hours apart, they would deliver medicine before breakfast and after dinner, and you would be left to your own devices for the night, expected to sleep on your own time. Upon your request, they gave you a few comforts to break the dreariness: a hot water-bladder to ease the pain of your muscles, an aging book full of fairy-tales, and a slightly warmer blanket. It was by no means plush, you hadn’t yet left the room they’d placed you in or seen the sunlight in days, but the smaller comforts eased your mind.

When the shock wore off, the sterilization seemed to be the worst bit of it. What sort of experiment were they running that required such extreme measures? Your documentation had only mentioned vague bits of information: the testing was for an experimental medication that helped those with intense emotional disorders, there would be side-effects of this medication, you would have to stay on site for the duration of your employment, rigorous testing would be employed, and the like. It all seemed very standard procedure, but now, you wondered if you had been wrapped up in some international sex-trafficking ring, or had been selected as a drug mule for some cartel. The questions plagued your mind each night, and often, you couldn’t find the energy to push the thoughts away. It wasn’t as though you could escape; the walls in this building must’ve been incredibly thick, and you had nothing but what they provided you, namely, nothing you could use in an escape.

The lock gave a soft click as the door opened and the doctor entered, carrying a small set of equipment, silently taking her place on the bed next to you, and drawing out some cotton swabs and a set of scissors.

You instantly tensed and began to draw back, stopped as she rested a hand on your knee.

“I’m here to remove the stitches, Ms. Y/L/N. You’ve made a remarkable recovery, and we need to continue with our trials.” She patiently waited for you to return to your former position, gesturing for you to lift the hem of your shirt, and laying a steady hand on your abdomen, the other operating the scissors as she carefully snipped and clipped away at the remaining stitches.

“What trials?” You asked, trying not to flinch at the feeling of cold metal gently tracing along your skin. “What do you want me to do?” Frankly, the thought of leaving this room had you already antsy, the idea of seeing anything besides these pure white walls more enticing than a hot meal.

She didn’t respond, finishing her work, and swabbing at the area with a few of the damp cotton pads. “You’ll be meeting the other subjects today, and the administrator of the tests. I’ll still be there to observe, but I won’t be intruding today.” She informed, managing to avoid answering any of your questions. “There,” she stood, sweeping the rubbish back into her bag, and extending a hand for yours. “I can bring you the next round of medication, if you need it, or we can leave now.”

You quickly shook your head, taking her hand and gladly getting to your feet. “I don’t need it, I’m ready to go.”

She steadied you, and lowered her voice to a near whisper. “You need to listen to the administrator, he’s not the forgiving type. Behave, and things will get a lot better for you.” This was all murmured hushedly under the guise of guiding you to the door. “Be careful.”

The door clicked, and swung open, and for the first time in nearly a week, you caught a glimpse of what laid outside your cell. There were guards perched on the perimeter all around the room, each wearing dark clothing, and carrying a small firearm at their side. There was a smattering of intellectuals in white coats, each pouring over facts and figures, though a few glanced up when she entered. Near the center of the room, there was a man with dark hair, wearing similar clothing to the guards, but, most intriguing, sporting a perfect silver colored mechanical arm, adorned with a red star on the bicep. His eyes met yours, and you shriveled. His eyes were unbelievably cold, suspended from any familiarity or warmth. You almost instantly threw your gaze towards the floor, your expression bewildered.

You could feel the doctor’s hand on the small of your back, guiding you towards the frightening man, and you nearly turned heel and shook your head, silently asserting to yourself that no man had any good intentions if he looked like that.

“Recruits!” His voice was far from gentle, and carried a weight that nearly knocked the wind from you. “Gather over here- we need to make some introductions.” He crossed his arms, looking mildly irritated, but saying nothing.

You filed into a small semi-circle with a few other individuals, barely taking a second to glance around the group, before refocusing your eyes on the man in front of you.

“I will be your commanding officer for the duration you are here under our employ, and I will enforce the rules I set here today.” He glanced over to the small cluster of doctors, all watching him with a mixture of fear and contempt. “Firstly, your name means nothing to me. I will refer to you by your surname, or I won’t refer to you at all. You will take all medication given to you by someone wearing one of these badges,” he toted the small identification that lingered on one of his belt-loops. “And I’ve been told that I am to inform you that injuries sustained from the trials are not to affect your participation in my training exercises.” The spiel was broken up by his glancing to a folder on the table beside him. “Rivera?”

A man with dark hair and warm olive skin stepped forward, separating himself from the group. He didn’t offer anything more than a stiff nod of acknowledgment.

“Khan?”

A broad man, who looked nearly as intimidating as your commander, took a begrudging step forward, his expression foul. He looked as though he’d already been in too many scraps to count, a scar running through the center of his eyebrow pale with time, and a fading bruise lingering just above his cheekbone. “I have a question,” he interjected, his eyes darting to the group of doctors lingering a few feet away, “if I don’t eat the food you dosed, are they going to penalize me?”

His jaw was firmly set. “No,” he answered, stepping forward, barely more than a foot from the challenger, “I’ll be the one to put you back in line, if you’re stupid enough to do that. Trust me, I’m not the guy to be fucked with.”

The tall man didn’t step back, but his stony silence was response enough, and the simmering tension seemed to cool off.

The commander returned to his list. “DiSanto?”

A young woman with intensely red hair took a delicate step forward, her lips the slightest shade of red, as though she’d had on lipstick two or three days ago, and had just let it slowly fade away, bit by bit. Following the other’s demonstration, she too said little, offering a quiet greeting as her hands fell to her sides.

“Sutton,” he offered, his eyes lifting from the paper for a second, glancing around the remaining four who had yet to step forward.

Finally, reluctantly, another dark-haired male stepped forward, raising a hand in greeting and sighing under his breath. He looked exhausted, the bags under his eyes a faded purple, as if denoting that he had found it harder to adjust to their new surroundings.

The Winter Soldier said nothing of it, and moved to the next name on the list. “Ramsay?” He inquired, lifting his eyes again, drawing towards you for a second before they slid away to the other woman still standing in your small group.

“That would be me,” she answered, stepping forward, her eyes locked onto the commander without the smallest hint of fear or revelry. “I have a few complaints to lodge, if you’re not too busy calling role.”

His brow lifted the slightest bit, and he had half a mind to ignore her and simply continue with the irritating task, but instead, stared blankly at her to give the woman her stage. “By all means.”

“Whatever those meds are, they don’t work on me. I feel like shit, no one’s answering my questions-” she sighed, placing her hands on her hips, “this is starting to feel more like a prison than a volunteer-position.” She concluded, her dark eyes demanding answers. “What’s the deal?”

He didn’t move from his spot. “This is fucking plush compared to what we could have given you. You want this to really feel like a prison? We can take back a few of our amenities, if you really want to embrace the fantasy.” Not bothering to absorb the indignance on her face, he continued. “Romero.”

The last man, a stunning and lanky blonde, the only one still standing beside you, stepped forward, and flashed a brilliant smile. “I, for one, am excited to begin. We’re testing a mood-altering drug, right?” He looked to the doctors for an answer, and when he found them unreceptive, glanced back to the frightening commander.

“Yeah.” He answered, unconvincingly, looking in your direction now. “Which makes you Y/L/N, our newest recruit.”

You could feel the others’ eyes on you, and fought the urge to squirm in place.

He stepped back now, motioning for you to follow him into the next room, in which, there was a thick black mat, cushioning your feet from the concrete of the floor. “Come here, Y/L/N.”

You were stuck in place, trying to fight the sinking feeling of fear in your chest.

“That was an order, Y/L/N. Here, now.” His voice grew more terse for just a second, before he glanced back to the group. “Khan, you too, up on the mat. The rest of you, watch and learn.” He stepped off the edge of the mat, folding his arms and examining the pair he’d created.

You stared up at the behemoth of a man before you, wearing a slim-fitting white tank-top. He was at least a few inches taller than you, and looked like he could squish you with his shoe.

He lifted his hands, beginning to crack his knuckles, his eyes focused on yours, his narrowed just slightly. “What do you want us to do?”

He lifted a brow. “I thought it was obvious. Fight, win, pin your opponent to the mat, and then you can stop.”

You paled noticeably.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? Never scrapped before?” He taunted, one foot sliding back to prepare a fighting stance, raising his arms in a guard to protect his chest, slowly beginning to inch to your left.

“I can’t-” you began, looking to the commanding officer, looking for an ounce of pity. “I’ve never fought before and he’s so-”

“I don’t think I gave you a choice,” he interrupted. “If you don’t want to get hit, duck.”

Khan was grinning like a madman. “Ready?”

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