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ohmyguuk · 4 years

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tinkering - jeongguk

pairing : jjk x reader

genre: IronMan!au, fluff, established relationship

word count: 1216

a/n: i wrote this a while ago, earlier in my quarantine marvel marathon after watching iron man 3 i wasnt sure if it was good enough to post but hopefully someone enjoys it. i’ve had a hard time writing recently and have been kind of down but i know im not the only one. i hope this makes someone feel somewhat better :)

summary : he’s a genius inventor, one of earth’s strongest protectors, a superhero. but he’s also human, and he needs his sleep. so stop building shit and come back to bed.

They’re admittedly unusual, the things you’re now accustomed to. The sharp smell of motor oil no longer stings your nostrils. Flying sparks from a welding torch, the consistent buzz of moving machinery, all familiar.

“We’ll recalibrate the sensors on that, and tighten this. No, right here. No here. Do I need to reboot you?”

You follow Jeongguk’s murmuring, bare toes padding along the cold floor. You blearily approach his workbench, greeted by an all too familiar sight of his shoulders hunched forward. A robotic arm stationed beside him matches his movements. A small screwdriver is poised in his right hand, the other passes through his dark hair impatiently.

You softly call his name, but as usual he’s lost in thought. “I’ll need to adjust that.” You reach out to touch him. “Divert the power her-“

Your fingertips brush his arm. He shoulder jerks suddenly, head whips around, screwdriver falling to the floor. Instinctually you pull your hand back, your shocked expression mirroring his own.

But as soon as it was there it was gone, replaced with a softened gaze. Your fingers slightly shaking, were now intertwined with his own.

“Baby,” you let him pull you closer. Now stationed in between his legs, his free hand comes up pinch your cheek. “You scared me.” His voice rises slightly at the end of his sentence, lips pursed in an obvious pout, eyes huge as ever. He was whining.

You laugh in response, tension fully leaving your body. “That’s what you get for leaving me in bed all by myself.” You reply as your arms come up to rest comfortably around his neck. “It’s 4 in the morning. What are you doing down here?”

He laughed too, it was different. Nervous. “Oh you know,” he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, fingertips drawing random patterns on the small of your back. “Wasn’t tired, just wanted to you know.” He trails off. “Tinker with something.”

He feels your chest heave, then fall. A sigh. “Guk.”

He doesn’t move, he knows that tone.

“Jeongguk.”

He laughs again, still nervous but genuine. You gently pull away, and reluctantly his eyes meet yours.

“When’s the last time you had a good night’s sleep?” You ask, softly but firm.

“Last nigh-“

“You came down here last night too. And the night before that.”

Jungkook’s words died in his throat. His head tilts slightly to the left, his brow furrows, the pout returns. He’s confused. You smirk. “Just because I don’t come down to get you every time doesn’t mean I don’t notice that you left.” You tell him, reaching up and tapping his nose.

He shakes it off, and pulls you back into his embrace muttering something you can’t quite make out. As his lips brush your collarbone, you take the opportunity to look around.

His work shop is in disarray. Pieces of scrap metal, tools you can’t name scattered all over the floor. Broken glass, a hole in a wall no doubt the result of some sort of experiment involving explosives. Parts littered about, bits of his armour, a speckled sea of red and gold.

You realize he’s calling your name, and you tear your gaze away from the wreckage to meet his eyes.

You study his face, his eyes are slightly bloodshot. You note the raw red skin of his lip just above his mole, a result of him biting it nervously. He smiles and it’s a tired smile. But still his, still real. He leans forward, your foreheads touch.

“What’s going on Guk?” You don’t know why you’re whispering. “What’s keeping you awake?” No response, his mouth twitches nervously. “Talk to me.” You plead with him.

He answers. “I can’t just sleep.” He says, there’s a quiver in his voice. “I have to make the suit better. I have to be prepared.”

“Prepared for what?” His chest is slightly heaving, he runs his hands up and down the length of your arms repeatedly. He’s restless.

“For whatever’s out there. We don’t know what kind of threats might come after us next. How powerful they’ll be. I-“ he cuts off, another shallow breath. “I’m just a guy in some armour.”

Jungkook rambles on. “I’m worried I’m not strong enough. I’m worried I’m not ready. So I can’t sleep. I have to come down here and work on something, tinker with something do something-“

You hush him, attempt to soothe him. Your hands reach up to cup his face, thumbs smoothing the skin underneath his eyes where you see dark shadows beginning to form. You long to calm his fears and worries. He cares too much. Works too hard.

“Guk, you’re more than the suit. More than all of this superhero business.” A small chuckle escapes him at that. He sighs and turns his head to softly kiss the center of your palm.

“This isn’t all that you are,” you continue. “And saving the world isn’t only your responsibility.”

He’s holding your wrist gingerly when he turns to face you again. “But keeping you safe is.” A slight crack in his voice, and you realize he’s trembling. “That’s my job, baby. I have to protect what’s most important to me.”

You could crumble, right there. But he anchors you, just as you hold him together. “That’s my job too” you manage. “And I won’t let you do this to yourself.”

He looks at you, confused again. You can’t help but smile at his wide eyes. “Guk, I’m right here. Safe and sound. And when it comes to protecting me and everyone else,” You pull him closer and he relents, returning to his beloved spot in the crook of your neck as you reassure him. “You’re not alone in this. There are others who are strong too, and they care just as much as you do.” You feel him nod, his hair tickles your ear. “You won’t be able to do anything if you’re sleep deprived.” You reason. “Besides whatever comes, with their help you’ll handle it. I know you will.”

His breathing evened out. You run your hands through his hair, knowing the feeling of your nails against his scalp relaxes him. After a moment of silence Jeongguk squeezes you close. His voice is muffled against your skin, barely audible. “Love you. So much.”

“I love you,” you answer. “Let’s get some rest?” He nods and releases you gently, a smile on his face.

But before you can take him upstairs, “baby you think I’m the strongest though, right?” It’s too much, you can’t resist.

“Well,” you pause, pretending to think. “I don’t know, The Captain does have a lot going for him...”

The pout returns, full force.

“Rogers?!? Don’t tell me you have a thing for that old man!” Jungkook wails, loudly. His voice triggers a sensor, the robotic arm suddenly stands at attention.

Your laughter fills the space as Jeongguk sulks, reaching for you like a spoiled child. Still laughing you give in and embrace him, he’s smiling again when his eye catches the robot slowly moving toward his late night project.

“Watch it.” He warns over his shoulder as he allows you to lead him out of the room by his hand to finally return to the comfort of your bed. “One wrong move and I’ll reboot you tomorrow.”

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depressedkakashihatake-fics · 3 years

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Kakashi’s Not Here Right Now.

Hatake Kakashi/Uchiha Shisui

1492 words

Biting into the dango Shisui had given him, Sukea forced himself not to cringe as the sweet taste sank in. It was difficult sometimes, keeping Kakashi at bay during those rare days he got to visit Konoha. Especially when Kakashi’s dislike for sweets was so strong.

“Everything alright?” Turning his attention over to Shisui, he forced himself to smile regardless of the discomfort currently being caused by his taste buds. “Is the dango too much?”

“No no,” bringing his free hand up in front of his face, he tried his best to take another bite of dango just so Shisui could see that he was perfectly fine. Unfortunately, Kakashi’s taste buds revolted once again, causing him to spit out the small piece onto the ground. “Ok, maybe dango and I are having a bit of an argument today.”

Shisui laughed, bright and loud. A laugh that made Sukea’s chest burst with warmth.

“Here,” holding out a hand, Shisui carefully extracted the stick of dango from Sukea’s grasp. “I’ll eat it for you, but you owe me.”

That was a phrase Sukea never felt comfortable hearing from Shisui. He knew from Kakashi’s experiences that ‘you owe me’ could only be followed by disaster when coming from Uchiha Shisui’s mouth.

“Well, I appreciate the kind gesture,” he smiled, even as his brain started to think up increasingly ridiculous and terrifying scenarios Shisui could end up getting him into. “While you’re eating all fo that Dango, why don’t you show me the pictures you’ve taken since my last visit?”

At least then he could do something.

Watching as Shisui reached into his camera back and extracted the camera he had given him a little over a year ago, he smiled. He couldn’t wait to see what beautiful pictures Shisui had managed to capture this time. They never failed to blow him away.

“I haven’t had a lot of time to take pictures this round,” Not surprising given the busy life that he led as a shinobi. “What I was able to get was during my rare time off, and Itachi has been a lot more cautious around me whenever he see’s my camera so I think I only got one picture of him.”

One picture was good enough. Catching Itachi in embarrassing situations was hard enough to do, but capturing a photo of those occurrences was even rarer. So far the only person who had managed to do it was Shisui, while Sukea’s pictures were often more touching adorable moments he managed to get between Itachi and his little brother Sasuke.

Taking Shisui’s camera, he wasted no time in turning his attention down to the screen as he flicked the camera on.

And the first thing his eyes were greeted with was a naked Kakashi splayed out on Shisui’s bed fast asleep with one arm over his eyes and his face completely exposed.

“O-oh!” He can feel the warmth of a blush creeping up the back of his neck. The moment captured in the picture is easy for him to remember. How he had crawled in through Shisui’s apartment window seeking comfort after a long, difficult mission. Crawling into Shisui’s arms for an escape from the expectations placed on him, and finding himself naked in Shisui’s bed trying desperately to replace every terrible memory with the taste of Shisui’s kiss.

“I-uh-“ Lowering the camera, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath to center himself. “I don’t think I was supposed to see that one.”

“Why not?” When he looked back over at Shisui, he was greeted with an irritatingly smug smirk. “Don’t you like it? It’s one of my favorite’s so far.”

There’s a look in Shisui’s eyes that screams ‘danger’ but he has no real escape now. If he just dismisses himself and runs off, Shisui will know that something is up and will likely try to follow him.

“It’s beautiful, yes,” stunning actually. Shisui had the perfect lighting, angle and set up. He highlighted Kakashi’s body wonderfully and even managed to get a good shot of his face. Something very few people could manage since even in his sleep Kakashi had a bad habit of covering his face with his blanket, hand or even a pillow. “I just don’t think…well, it’s a personal picture don’t you think? Won’t he be upset with you if he finds out you’re showing this to me?”

He is actually quite upset. Private moments like this were meant to be kept between them. Not shared with someone who was a stranger to him as far as Shisui knew.

“I’m sure he’ll forgive me,” Shisui shrugged his shoulders as if he had done nothing wrong. “After all, I am eating his dango for him.”

“Oh…” lowering his eyes, Sukea kicked himself for not realizing why Shisui was so carefree about the whole situation, and for letting himself get caught in the act. “What…”

“There’s very few people with a mole in that same spot on their face,” Shisui takes another bite of Dango and smiles over at him. “What? You didn’t think you’d keep me fooled forever, did you?”

The downfalls to sleeping with someone was that they saw his face a lot more than others. Actually remembered what it looked like instead of forgetting the instant his mask went back on. Still, he hadn’t really thought he would fool anyone forever. That’s not the point of Sukea, and Shisui certainly wasn’t the first one to realize.

He just might be the first one with a little less tact when dealing with the subject.

“Can you-“ he cut himself off, unsure if he was making a request of Shisui that might be considered ‘rude’ or ‘too much’. It wasn’t really a subject he had to broach a lot with friends like Gai and Tenzo. One who always forgot what he looked like, and the other who seemed to understand right away what Sukea’s purpose was. “I’m…not Kakashi.”

Turning to look at Shisui, he gave him the best smile that he could and felt his heart hammering in his chest when Shisui returned his smile with a look of pure confusion. Apparently some explanation was needed.

“Sukea is a visitor,” He turned his eyes up towards the sky as he spoke. “Someone that doesn’t have the same background as Kakashi. That gets to walk into Konoha and have a different experience when he walks down the streets.”

Sukea doesn’t have to hear ‘Cold blooded Kakashi’ being whispered by every person he passes. Or see the way people glare at him when he acts just a little too much like his father.

“I’m just a photographer,” he turned his attention back to Shisui, the smile on his face genuine and happy. “The only things I know about Kakashi are the things I hear from others.”

For a second it looks like Shisui might try to argue with him. State that he knows that Sukea is in fact Kakashi. One in the same person.

But soon that second passes, and Shisui plasters a smile on his face.

“I think I get it,” Maybe Kakashi would be able to fill in the blanks for Shisui the next time they see each other. Sukea can already feel the Genius’ mind working deep down inside of him to come up with an explanation that made more sense. “In that case I guess I do owe him an apology. I’ll have to make it up to him next time I see him.”

Leaning over, Shisui flicked over to the next picture. A much more family appropriate photograph of Kakashi and Gai in the middle of one of the many competitions Sukea has heard about from Gai himself.

“But, before that.” lifting his head, Sukea drew in a sharp breath when Shisui caught his lips in a kiss. It was tender and careful, exploring and testing the waters just like the first time Shisui had kissed Kakashi. It was also comfortable and warm, making Sukea melt in his spot. He can hear Kakashi grumbling away in his mind, but he ignored it.

For once Kakashi can share a bit of his life with him. Just for a second.

A whimper escapes his throat when Shisui pulls away, and he can feel himself blushing all over again when Shisui laughs.

“I’ll make sure to make that up to him too,” he promises with a playful smile. “Just thought I’d get a kiss from the cute photographer, since I doubt I’ll be getting anymore.”

Sukea might have to have a one on one chat with Kakashi about that.

He would certainly like more of those kisses in his future, and Kakashi didn’t have to come out to play for him to get them. He could stay safely tucked away in his mind, hiding away from the problems he’s not able to face that day.

“I think he’ll forgive you,” Sukea smiled over at him. “Just this once.”

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shineyma · 7 years

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Fist sentence fic meme: "It's strange what desire would make foolish people do..." for your pairing of choice.

“Oh, hell,” Grant says, sitting back in chair. “Don’t tell me.”

“Yep.” Jemma drops the dreamy tone and beams at him, obviously pleased. “I found another SHIELD agent.”

“For fuck’s sake,” he mutters, and tosses his pen across the room in lieu of something heavy and expensive to replace. “How many is that now?”

“Six,” she says, still beaming as she rounds the end of his desk. He silently rolls his chair back to make room for her, and she hops up onto the desk, propping her feet on either side of his knees. “And a potential seventh---he hasn’t made a move yet, but I have my suspicions.”

“Really?” This is just getting ridiculous. “What is it with these people? Is Coulson just hiring every idiot off the street these days?”

Grant kind of misses the days when he actually had to worry about moles, back when they were a real threat. It was barely a year ago that a mole ruined that op in Oslo and got fifteen of his best agents arrested. That was a disaster.

And now look at them.

“To be fair, darling, you do give off a certain...air,” Jemma says delicately.

“There’s giving off an air and then there’s this,” he says. He might sound a little sulky, but come on. “This is all your fault.”

She pouts sadly. “I can’t help being beautiful.”

“Don’t give me that look,” he says, pointing sternly at her. “We both know you do it on purpose.”

“It’s just so much fun,” she agrees, dropping the act. “I barely even have to say anything and they’re falling all over themselves to confess!”

“Confess,” he echoes darkly. “What the hell kind of mole confesses?”

“The kind that thinks I’m your helpless, battered victim, desperately in need of rescue, who will love and desire them if only they can promise to get me away from you?” Jemma suggests.

Grant drops his head back with a groan.

The sad part is, she’s not even kidding. Six---six!---SHIELD moles have been caught in the last year because they thought he was abusing Jemma. It’s practically routine by now: she catches their eye, they spend a few weeks hanging around her, and then they promise they can get her to safety and that SHIELD will protect her in exchange for intel on Grant.

The first few times, it was funny. The looks on their faces when they realized Jemma had been playing them, that she really did love him and was more than happy to be here...priceless.

But the humor’s worn off, and now it’s just sad. And annoying.

“Awwww,” Jemma coos, leaving the desk to drape herself across him instead. “Poor Grant. Perhaps we can find some new ways to have fun with them! Wouldn’t that make you feel better?”

She’s patronizing him, which might piss him off if she didn’t follow it up with a kiss and a very deliberate shift of her weight over his lap.

“This one had some very suggestive things to say,” she adds, “about how I needed someone who would take care of me.”

Now that, that does piss him off. “Did he?”

“But you take such good care of me,” she continues, nails scratching through the hair at the base of his skull. A very pleasant shiver runs through him. “Perhaps we could give him a demonstration?”

Even teetering on the edge of serious arousal as he is, Grant can’t help it. He laughs.

Everyone’s so eager to think that Jemma’s some innocent fool, a naive genius the big, bad head of Hydra is taking advantage of.

No one’d ever guess that between the two of them, she’s the kinky one.

“You wanna give him a show, baby?” he asks.

She bites her lip, pretty eyes wide and pleading. “Yes, please.”

“Exhibitionism’s never really been my thing,” he muses. “You’ll have to make it worth my while.”

“I can certainly do that,” she says, leaning in close even as her hand snakes between them to toy with the buckle of his belt. “Shall I give you a preview?”

“Yeah.” She may not be innocent, but she is tiny; it’s easy to shift her, to pick her up even as he stands and carry her towards his office couch. “A preview sounds like exactly what I need.”

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