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milktyama · 3 years

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synopsis: gojo satoru likes it old fashioned sometimes

a/n: imo this is pretty sickeningly sweet but that's like the whole point and the best part of it lol. also this is my first jjk fic so please be kind!!

pairing: gojo satoru x reader

genre: super fluffy, established relationship, gojo having an odd fascination over old things

wc: 0.7k

The surrealness you felt this instant was just immeasurable. You knew Gojo had an old soul, preferring to keep some things old school. And the current situation was more than enough proof of that statement.

As you waited patiently for him to return from a mission, Gojo suddenly pulled out a little box. The box was a cozy silver blue delicately tied together with a navy ribbon, a small bow on top for a nice touch. Whenever Gojo went out for extended periods of times, he would always bring a little gimmick back for you.

More often than not, he would be bringing a half eaten snack accompanied by the lose excuse that he got hungry during the ride back and he couldn’t help himself. On the off chance that he brought a more keepsake souvenir, it seems that today was one of those days.

Tugging the ribbon loose, you opened the box and inside resided a small, and seemed a little bit used, white mp3 player supported by a small grey cushion. Carefully taking it out from its box, you scanned the compacted little box and spun it in between your fingers, analysing it.

“Satoru, what is this?” you questioned him, the gift this time was a little more odd than his previous, and he has brought back some pretty bizarre things for you.

“It’s an mp3 player!! Remember when these were the best thing before the ipod came out??” Gojo replied, sparkles visible in his eyes. He was just too cute for you.

“Yes I can see that baby. I was referring to why you are giving me a used looking mp3,” you looked up to somewhat meet his covered eyes.

“OH, so basically I passed by a second-hand techware store and I saw this!! It reminded me of you so I bought it!” he exclaimed. He almost looked like a puppy talking about the story behind this little box.

“So you―” before you could even continue to interrogate him, he interrupted you with an excited tone, as if there was more to the surprise.

“And look! I got these too!” he pulled out a pair of red wired earbuds, snatching the player from your hands and connected the headphone jack into it. He then places the left one in his ear and then hands you the right one. You took it with a slight moment of hesitation and put it on.

Gojo turned the mp3 player on and clicked the play button. Your current favorite song started to flow into your ears at a comfortably loud volume. The music was not very loud but it was enough to allow yourself to drown in the music that is playing through your ears.

With the hand holding the mp3 player, Gojo took hold of your hand, allowing the player to rest right in between your hands. He interlocked your fingers with his, slightly playing with your fingertips on his. His large thumb caresses the back of your hand soothingly, somewhat matching the beat of the song.

Being caught in the moment, your eyes have involuntarily closed. Realizing your unconscious act, you slowly opened them again, only to find a hand snake around your waist and his grip on your hand tightening, he pulled your body forward towards his until your bodies were now in contact, your eyes involuntarily closing once again.

Feeling the firm grip around your body, you slowly opened them again, tilting your head up to get an answer as to what in the world he was doing to you. He only shoots you with a small smile as you feel the curse energy around the both of you suddenly changing.

Gojo had put down a screen around the two of you, isolating you two from the outside. He then leaned his forehead against yours, the next song now playing, and rubbed your noses together.

The action was quite simple, and listening to music that was potentially and most probably slightly illegally downloaded through wired earbuds and an mp3 player was definitely very old school, almost extremely outdated.

However, in this moment, with a screen around the both of you, his forehead lightly touching yours, his hands intertwined with yours, his lips teasingly ghosting yours, was enough to take your breath away.

Small laughs and giggles came from the both of you as you stood there in peace, not a bother in the world, lips curled upwards for so long that they started to ache a little. Finally, your lips came in contact, the underlying taste of strawberry chapstick, as the music drowns in your ears from the mp3.

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dr-gloom · 5 years

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To Join You By Your Side

For Halloween! Day 31 of @sanderssidesspook‘s Spook Month!

Prompt: The Big Spook

Fandom: Sander’s Sides

Pairing: Sleepxiety

Words: 3,193

Summary: This was by far the scariest thing Virgil has ever done in his life. He’s planned for this day for months, put up with things he never would have before, just to see this day happen. All for Remy.

Tags/Warnings: flashbacks, cute nerds, self deprecation, halloween festivities, I’m trying to tag this without giving anything away, Human AU

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Virgil was scared. No, scratch that, he was terrified. The walls were closing in, looming high above him. Shadows were slithering from every corner and crevice to swallow him up. He pulls at the cuffs of his costume - because that’s all this was, a costume - nervously. He’d been planning this for months. Dozens of phone calls, meetings, and compromises to make this happen. All the near-heart-attacks from listening to the phone ring just to hear it be answered and that split second of silence that made his breathing stop.

Virgil paced his living room anxiously, wearing a path into the old, dingy carpet. He listened to the sound of the phone ringing, heart beating a little too quickly and his anxiety ratcheting up with every pause between ringing. Finally, finally- the call was answered. There was silence for a split second, and then-

“Jack and Jill’s Flower Garden, how may I help you?”

Virgil swallowed nervously. “Ah, yeah, I uh- I need to order two dozen bouquets of uh…” He looks at the small list in his hand, the paper crumpled from his anxious fidgeting. “Double Orange Begonias, Orange Ranunculus Victoria, and Eggplant Calla Lilies.”

“Can I get an address for delivery?”

Virgil gives them the address and hangs up, his heart hammering in his chest. God, he hated phone calls. He has to sit on the carpet and practice his breathing exercise for a few minutes before he’s calm enough.

He must’ve just debated cancelling this whole thing a dozen times, but it wasn’t about him, and he would never do that. Not to Remy, who’d been looking forward to this so much (if it wasn’t for the fact that he was so busy, he’d be the one planning this).

Because today wasn’t just about him. Today was about the both of them. Virgil had searched for the perfect place to pull this off for months, searched for just the right things to make sure this went perfectly. Practicing his lines over and over and over again until he could recite them in his sleep. Then he worried that he had said them in his sleep and ruined everything. Ruined the surprise. Someone knocked on the door and he jumped, his heart skipping a beat. Patton opened the door sheepishly and smiled at Virgil. “Hey kiddo, you ready?”

Patton was wearing a nice black suit and light blue tie, fangs just barely poking past his lips, only really visible when he smiled.

Virgil nodded, tugging on his cuffs one last time before leaving his impromptu dressing room and taking his place. He looked around the room. Bouquets are placed strategically around the room (Logan had been adamant about finding the perfect balance). Spider’s webs are draped over every piece of furniture. Orange and black accents are placed around the room, ribbon running along the walkway. This was going to be the scariest thing he’d ever done.

Today was Virgil’s wedding.

He stood at the front of the church (he’d been hesitant about having their wedding in a church since neither of them were religious, but Remy promised it was ironic as hell, especially since their wedding was on Halloween) next to the minister, anxiously playing with the cufflinks on his jacket. He was never one for suits, because he didn’t like how constricting they felt, but he and Remy had spent a week making little changes to their outfits as a sort of compromise. Virgil was sort of a Frankenstein’s monster kind of thing (closer to Sally, really), with purple plaid patches sewn onto the suit and the odd bunch of fake leaves sticking out between seams and folds in the fabric. He used liquid latex and fake stitching to make it look like he was sewn together. Remy was supposed to be a zombie.

Patton, Logan, Roman, sat in the front row, giving Virgil the odd encouraging smile or nod when he’d glance their way. He gives them a shaky smile, adjusting a fake leaf that keeps tickling his neck. Declan, who stands next to him as his best man, squeezes his shoulder. A more suspenseful version of The Wedding March starts up, and Virgil stiffens. Shit, it’s starting. Shit shit shit shit. Virgil stands at attention, looking over towards the doors. Everyone stands and looks as well.

Remy enters in his torn and dirtied suit, face makeup making his skin look dead and decaying, one lense of his (spare) shades shattered to reveal a sunken-in eye. Virgil had to hand it to Remy, he really knew his makeup. He briefly lost himself in his fiancé, forgetting that he was supposed to be scared out of his mind. It wasn’t until Remy was almost next to him that he remembered that this was a wedding and he was getting married oh god what was Remy doing marrying him?

The music stops, everyone sits, and the minister smiles kindly at the room. “Hello all. Shall we begin?” With a slightly jerky nod from Virgil and a smirk from Remy, he starts. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the union between two souls in a bond of holy matrimony...”

Virgil looks over Remy’s face, taking in the liquid latex deforming his features and making him look dead and decayed. He thinks about the first time they met.

Virgil liked to come to the park at night when he was feeling overwhelmed. It was calm, quiet, and it held a strange air of other-worldness that made you feel like you were the only living being left. He liked that feeling when the world has become too much (the rest of the time? Not so much). He was sitting on one of the park’s benches, facing the empty soccer fields with his headphones over his ears, listening to Twenty One Pilots. In his opinion, they perfectly captured that feeling you got from witnessing an abandoned swing set. The perfect mood music for when your mind was spiralling and you needed it to stop. He pulled himself out of his thoughts to focus on the lyrics.

“Though I'm weak

Beaten down

I'll slip away

Into the sound

The ghost of you

Is close to me

I'm inside out

You're underneath”

Virgil saw something out of the corner of his eye and tensed up. Oh god, figures. On the one night he just wanted to be alone he’d been found by a park-going serial killer. He was gonna die. They were gonna kill him and he wouldn’t be found until morning and he’d ruin some poor kid’s memory of parks forever. That kid was going to need so much thera-

Someone tapped him on the shoulder and he jumped, screaming and ripping his headphones off.

The man puts his hands up, a clear Starbucks cup in one hand. “Whoa, babe, calm-”

“I- I am no one’s babe, fuck you!”

The man takes a step back. “Ooookaaayyyy. Let’s take a deep breath, yeah? I just wanted to ask if you knew where we are right now, because I sure don’t.”

Virgil blinks, going lax and staring at the man with complete confusion. “I… What?”

“I’m so lost right now.”

“You and me both, buddy.”

The man shakes his head. “No, I mean, I have no clue where we are. What park is this?” Virgil looks around. Was this a prank?

“Uh…. Richmont.”

The man just stares at him.

“...By the Cleaver Mall?”

Nothing.

“Do you even live in Randsy?”

The man sighs. “Nope. Treeling.”

Okay, that wasn’t too far, actually, but… “How the hell did you get all the way here without knowing where you’re going?”

He laughs lightly. “I have no idea.”

“...wrote their own vows. Mr. Nocturn will be sharing his first.”

Virgil blinks, bringing himself back to the present moment. Remy smiles, knowing exactly what had just happened. His smile warps the decaying flesh on his face a bit, though he doesn’t seem to notice or care. Virgil smiles back, one of his small, secretive smiles, and Remy finally begins speaking.

“Virge, I never thought that I’d ever meet someone like you. Having you in my life has made me so much happier.” He laughs lightly, taking Virgil’s hands. “You know I get lost a lot, but now I’ll only get lost in you, baby. You’re the ice to my latte, the steam to my green tea, the spice to my pumpkin. I couldn’t live without you, even if I wanted to, and I’m so happy that you said yes, babe.” His voice gets softer, his eyes a little misty. “I want to grow old with you. I want to share the covers on winter nights, be your heater when you get cold, have sappy romantic Lady and the Tramp moments with spaghetti dinners, and watch Nightmare before Christmas every night of October. I want to work with you, to grow with you, to laugh and cry with you, because you’re the reason I try. You’re the reason I can laugh and smile, and see the beauty in the world, as well as the dark. Because even if you consider yourself dark and gloomy, you need the darkness to appreciate the light. You complete me, and I can’t wait to finally start living life with you.”

Remy had tears in his eyes, and he was smiling, but he refused to cry. As he would tell Virgil on any given day, crying would totally ruin his mascara. Virgil didn’t know how he did it; he was certain he’d start crying any second. He wasn’t sure if it was because he was happy or scared, though.

“Are you… Are you sure?”

Remy laughed lightly. “Why would I have asked you to marry me if I wasn’t sure?”

Virgil frowns. “Because I’m… Me.”

“I’m not sure I follow, babe.”

Virgil sighs. “I just… Are you sure you wanna be stuck with me for the rest of our lives? I mean…. I’m gloomy. Depressing. I talk about creepy and weird and depressing shit and I’m always in a crappy mood and half the time I don’t even want to talk or leave the house.”

Remy smiles at him sadly. “Babe, I love you because of your faults, not in spite of them.”

“But… how?” How could Remy love the parts of him that even he didn’t like? The parts he wished he could change, or just get rid of? It didn’t make any sense.

“It doesn’t have to make sense,” Remy said, as if he was reading Virgil’s mind. “Feelings hardly ever really make sense, Virge. You taught me that, remember? You don’t have to understand where they come from or why they’re there to be able to accept them. Just like I don’t need to understand my love for you to know that it’s real.”

Virgil could feel the tears building on his lashes. He loved Remy so much, but he was afraid of trapping the other in a marriage he would regret. Virgil knew he wasn’t an easy person to get along with. He knew that eventually Remy would get sick of him, and he couldn’t stand the thought of that. But god, he was selfish. He wanted to know what it’d be like to wake up next to the man he loved and be able to say “my husband” when talking to friends or co-workers. Even if it hurt them both in the long run, he desperately wanted something to hold on to.

Virgil blinked the memory from his vision, the perfect, smiling face of his fiancé being replaced with the grey and decaying version with tears in his eyes. Virgil blinked again and twin tears fell down his cheeks. He hurried to wipe them away, giving a weak, shaky laugh. Their friends watch on with loving smiles as Remy takes his hands and kisses his cheeks where his tears once sat. Virgil takes a few deep breaths, the first one shaky, and looks up at Remy. Remy nods, giving him an encouraging smile. Virgil swallows.

This wasn’t about just him, this was for Remy, too.

“Remy, you’re the only person who doesn’t talk over me or ignore me or get mad and persistent when I disagree. I love that we can talk about anything without losing our love. You appreciate me and I appreciate you, too. I want to spend my life taking care of you and loving you and making you happy, you adorable, fabulous cutie. Thank you for loving me.”

To someone outside of the relationship, Virgil’s vows might sound lackluster. They might sound like he really didn’t care. But Remy knew better. He knew Virgil, and he knew all the things that went unsaid in the way his voice shook and the shine in his eyes. Remy knew just how much love went unspoken behind those words, because his Virgil had never been one for long, rambling soliloquies. Virgil was a man of few words, and if you didn’t know him, you might miss the real meaning.

Thank you for always being there for me, for listening to me. Thank you for always trying to understand me, even when you don’t. Thank you for trying. For never giving up. Thank you for trusting me the way I trust you. I love you, so much, more than words can say, and it means so much to me that you feel the same. I want to always be there for you, to take care of you and love you and hold you when you need me, or even when you don’t but you still want me. I’d do anything to make you happy, just the way you’ve made me happy. I want to make you the happiest man in the world, because that’s what you deserve. Thank you, for everything.

Remy’s tears finally spilled over, pooling in the crevices of the latex on his skin. He was always one for preserving your makeup, but this was his special day and if anyone expected him not to cry then they could shove it where the sun don’t shine. Remy’s smile grew and he squeezed Virgil’s hands, letting his love know that he got the message. He understood, and he loved him, so very much.

The priest smiled warmly, looking to Remy once again. "Remington Bartholomew Nocturn-” Virgil snorted. Remy grimaced. Why did they include his middle name? So old-school. “-do you take this man to be your husband, to live together in holy matrimony, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"

Remy nods, looking right into Virgil’s eyes with rarely-seen seriousness. “I do.”

The priest nods and looks at Virgil. “And do you, Virgil Andrew Shae, take this man to be your husband, to live together in holy matrimony, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"

Virgil nods emphatically, more tears falling. His voice cracks as he says, “I do.” He gives Remy a shaky smile, squeezing his hands.

The priest looks at Remy. “Repeat after me.” Remy nods. “I, Remy, take you, Virgil,”

Remy smiles, feeling a little silly. He quickly schools his expression. “I, Remy, take you, Virgil.”

“To be my husband,”

“To be my husband,” A small laugh escapes him. This was really happening. He was really marrying the love of his life.

“To have and to hold,”

“From this day forward,”

“For better, for worse,”

“For richer, for poorer,”

“In sickness and in health,”

“To love and to cherish,”

“Till death do us part.”

“Til death do us part.” Remy grinned broadly. Virgil rolled his eyes.

The priest has Virgil repeat the vows. “I, Virgil, take you, Remy,”

Virgil bites his lip. “I, Virgil, take you, Remy,”

“To be my husband,”

“To have and to hold,”

“From this day forward,”

“For better, for worse,”

“For richer, for poorer,”

“In sickness and in health,”

“In sickness and in health,” God, Remy always was the worst bitcher when he got a cold though.

“To love and to cherish,”

“Till death do us part.”

“Til death do us part.” Virgil’s voice comes out choked. Old doubts reared their head; what if he woke up tomorrow and realized this was all a mistake? Or in a year? Five years? Ten?

Remy squeezed his hands, pulling him out of his mind. Virgil looks up at him and sees him mouth ‘I love you’. Virgil smiles and mouths it back, wishing he could just kiss this dumb nerd’s face already. God, he really didn’t deserve him.

“Now, can whomever has the rings step forward and present them to the couple?”

Declan moves forward with the small pillow, holding it out for the pair. Virgil and Declan share a smile, Virgil’s eyes tracing over the sloppily-wrapped, dingy bandages covering his friend from head to foot. Of course he’d be a mummy, why not. He turns back to Remy, fingering the ring in his hand. The metal feels cold, weighted, oppressive-

No. It felt like a promise. A promise to always be there, to always love one another. Virgil smiles.

“Now, Remy, please place the ring on Virgil’s left ring finger and repeat after me: I give you this ring as a token and pledge of our constant faith and abiding love."

Remy grins, taking Virgil’s left hand and slipping the plain silver band onto his ring finger, making eye contact with him and saying, "I give you this ring as a token and pledge of our constant faith and abiding love."

“Now Virgil. Place the ring on Remy’s left ring finger and repeat after me: I give you this ring as a token and pledge of our constant faith and abiding love."

Virgil took Remy’s left hand in his own shaky one, slipping a plain gold band onto his ring finger and saying, "I give you this ring as a token and pledge of our constant faith and abiding love."

The priest nods. “Please join hands.” Remy and Virgil take each other’s hands, smiling widely. They know what comes next. "By virtue of the authority vested in me under the laws of the State of Florida, I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may kiss.”

Remy pulls Virgil close, kissing him deeply. Virgil closes his eyes and melts into it as his friends and family shoot to their feet, all clapping (and in Patton’s case, cheering loudly. Very loudly). They finally pull away after a few seconds, turning to face their loved ones with joined hands. The priest holds his arms out, smiling broadly.

“May I now present to you, for the first time, Mr. and Mr. Shae-Nocturn.”

The reason I wrote a wedding is because, let’s be honest, getting married is one of the scariest things you can do. Also, this is a tribute to mine and my hubby’s Halloween wedding today! He’s the Virgil to my Remy. I love him so much <3

Their vows are actually the vows we wrote, so I had a lot of fun with all of this haha. I hope you all enjoyed this just as much as me. Though October may be over, the adventure never will be. Keep checking in to see what other cool stuff I’m working on! Thank you all so much for the support <3

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megsblackfirewrites · 7 years

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My Golden Obsession: Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Gabriel threaded the stitch carefully, his glasses sitting low on his nose to help him see. The little bunny in his hands was almost finished; it would just need a few special additions to really make it an individual. Jack had told him the colour to go with; pink and white, his Hana-bunny’s favourite colours; and asked if he could put little headphones on it since Hana was getting into gaming.

It was going to be fun crafting headphones for the little toy. He already had a few ideas sketched out, but he wasn’t sure what to do with it yet. His cellphone vibrated across his desk and he smiled as Jack’s ringtone sang out. He picked the phone up and set it against his ear, returning to finishing the bunny.

“And how’s the most beautiful man in existence?” Gabriel asked.

“I’m working late at the office,” Jack sighed. “I have a ton of reports I have to do.”

“Oh,” Gabriel frowned as he threaded his need through the soft felt. “How bad?”

“Bad,” Jack said. “Wish you were here.”

“I can be in ten minutes if you want,” Gabriel chuckled. “But, I suppose that would be breaking protocol, wouldn’t it?”

“It would,” Jack chuckled. “I’ll see you when I get home. I love you, Gabriel.”

“I love you too, Jack,” Gabriel said.

He hung up and sighed a little as he turned in his chair. He set the bunny on his desk and got to his feet, stretching his spine. He’d been bent over his desk working for far too long. He needed to stretch his legs. He was getting too old to sit hunched over like that for so long.

He walked over to the window looking down over the waterfront and smiled. This was the best place to set up a toy manufacturing company. Raw material was always coming in on ships and it cost a lot less to haul it a few hundred feet rather than across the city. And it gave a wonderful view too.

He sighed happily and turned away from the window. He had to take Jack out on the water at some point and let him get some real fishing in. No small-mouthed bass for him; only marlins, tuna, and other big fish to satisfy his need to fish. That would really make his day.

He deserved it after the nightmare that had happened with his latest art piece. Petras had never given anyone bodyguards before, not even the obvious people that would have once fit his victim profile. The fact that he was giving Jack a bodyguard annoyed him. It was so hard to get anything done with his beautiful angel when some pig was standing outside the door. Nothing killed the mood faster than a cop listening to you have sex.

Jack wanted the bodyguard; he was so scared of being next. Nothing Gabriel said soothed him and he was always one moment away from bursting into tears at night. He was stressed beyond belief and Gabriel knew he had to ease off on his kidnapping. His poor boyfriend didn’t need that on his mind.

He was just sitting down again when the door to his office opened. The door bounced violently off of the wall as one of the other artisans stormed into his office. The veins around his forehead were throbbing and he looked like he was ready to kill someone. Gabriel frowned as he carefully removed his glasses and set them on the table.

“Arthur,” he greeted slowly. “Is there a problem?”

“You stole my materials!” Arthur snarled.

“Stole your materials?” Gabriel blinked at him. “Arthur, when have I ever taken anyone else’s materials? I have my own and yours are terrible for stuffed animals.”

“I saw you! I saw you take my ribbons!” Arthur roared.

“Arthur, the ribbons belong to the company,” Gabriel said slowly. “I needed a few inches for a teddy bear bow. Everyone uses it.”

“Liar!” Arthur shrieked. “You’re a fucking thief! I’ll bring this to upper management, just you wait!”

“Go right ahead,” Gabriel reached up to rub at his eyes. “If you need special ribbon and don’t want anyone to touch it, keep it in your office. That’s what the rest of us do.”

“Are you lecturing me, Reyes?” Arthur demanded.

“I am telling you what the rest of us do,” Gabriel said. “It’s not really that…are you okay?”

Arthur grabbed the edge of the desk and swayed. His eyes were hazy and sweat was starting to drip down his face. His left arm slumped and he slowly coughed.

“Arthur?” Gabriel got to his feet. “What…?”

“My chest,” Arthur groaned before he slumped to the ground.

“Fuck,” Gabriel hissed before he grabbed his cellphone and dialed 911. “Yes, I need an ambulance! I think my co-worker’s having a heart-attack.”

Jack walked into Gabriel’s house and headed upstairs. Gabriel was lying on his bed with an arm over his eyes. He shed his uniform as quietly as he could and climbed into bed. He nuzzled Gabriel’s chest, waiting for his boyfriend to acknowledge him.

“You okay?” he asked when Gabriel’s fingers started running through his hair.

“Yah, just tired,” Gabriel murmured. “The cops drilled me for information and I’ve never been so frustrated.”

“They were just making sure there wasn’t any foul play,” Jack soothed.

“I know, honey, I know,” Gabriel sighed as he moved his arm off of his face. “It’s just frustrating having to repeat myself three or four times.”

“At least you’re okay,” Jack sighed. “I was so worried when they said you’d called 911 over a heart attack.”

“Bet you were relieved when you found out it was for a co-worker,” Gabriel chuckled before he rolled over.

He pressed a kiss to Jack’s forehead and slowly pushed his hair out of his face. Jack smiled and snuggled closer, wrapping his arms around Gabriel’s hips. Gabriel’s mouth moved slowly down to his neck, sucking lightly on his earlobe before he settled against Jack’s shoulder. Jack smiled and kissed down Gabriel’s jaw, purring as Gabriel sighed happily.

“You soothe all of my worries away,” Gabriel murmured against his shoulder. “I’m so glad that you stumbled into my life, Jack.”

“Mmm, the feeling is mutual,” Jack smiled and kissed Gabriel’s cheek. “You are a wonderful man. I love you so much.”

Gabriel nuzzled his slowly and purred happily. Jack started running his fingers slowly through Gabriel’s hair, marveling at the soft curls. He loved Gabriel’s hair; it was so soft and the texture was amazing. Gabriel had started to let it grow out since they’d started dating, loving it when Jack started playing with it. Jack wished he didn’t look like a drowned cat after he grew his hair out so that Gabriel could return the affection.

“I want to take you fishing,” Gabriel murmured. “I want to show you what real fishing on the open ocean is like.”

“Sounds expensive,” Jack said as he ran his nose over Gabriel’s forehead. “Can we afford it?”

“Jack, people do this all the time; yes, we can afford it,” Gabriel chuckled before he moved forward and pinned Jack down on his back. He smiled down at Jack and nosed his cheek. “You’ll love it. I promise. We’ll go on your next day off.”

“Okay,” Jack smiled up at him. “But, um, Gabe? I’m…I’m not in the mood for sex.”

“Hmm?” Gabriel blinked at him before he shifted his hold on Jack’s arms. “Oh, sorry. Wasn’t going for that. Sorry.”

He flopped down beside him and snuggled in close. He kissed over Jack’s shoulders before he smiled. His teeth grazed slowly over Jack’s jaw before he nuzzled his face into the space just behind his ear.

“Mmm, we need to think of a better living arrangement,” he said softly. “None of this two household nonsense.”

“Hmm,” Jack smiled. “I’d have to talk with my superiors, but I would love to move in with you, Gabe. And, you know, it would save us some time moving all my stuff in.”

“Agreed,” Gabriel purred before he hugged Jack close. “Get some rest, my darling. I love you.”

“I love you too, Gabriel,” Jack turned his head slightly to rest his head against Gabriel’s. “Night.”

Jesse stared out the window of Hanzo’s car as they drove down the highway. He let out a low sigh and glanced at his fiancée. He wished he was as good at hiding his thoughts as Hanzo was. He wasn’t as open as he sometimes thought he was, but he didn’t hide his emotions well.

“What is troubling you?” Hanzo asked as he stared out the windshield.

“I don’t like the idea of leaving Papa,” Jesse shook his head. “There’s…something wrong with him.”

“Wrong?” Hanzo frowned.

“Yah,” Jesse rubbed at his face. “He’s…I don’t know how to explain it. I’ve never seen him like this. It’s not natural for him to be that…I don’t know, active? Social? It’s like he’s doing everything he can to make sure that Jack likes him and is happy.”

“Is that bad?” Hanzo asked. “Maybe Jack is having a positive impact on him?”

“Papa was never overly social,” Jesse said. “But now he’s having barbeques with his old friends as if he had never stopped talking with them. And he made sure that Fareeha was sent to her grandparents out in the country where she could get to a military base with ease. Ana would have killed him for that; she didn’t want her to join the army.”

“You seem to be mistaking good social skills with malevolence,” Hanzo teased.

Jesse shook his head. “I don’t know,” he murmured. “Maybe. I hope I’m just reading everything wrong.”

Hanzo reached out and squeezed his hand. He smiled and Jesse melted a little in his seat. His Hanzo was the best thing that had ever happened to him. He leaned over and kissed Hanzo’s cheek, nuzzling him slowly before he pulled away. Hanzo smiled at him, his eyes brimming with love and adoration. What would he do without his darling?

He just hoped that Hanzo was right and that he was looking for trouble where it didn’t exist. Maybe Papa was doing just fine and didn’t need him getting too involved in his father’s love life.

#reaper76 #serial killer AU #mchanzo

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White Lies Ch.2

This is the continuation of the White Lies Series which is basically

Atsushi x Reader(OC)

The first chapter can be found here.

Approx 1956 (ish) words....SFW

Atsushi looked over at Ranpo who was now sleeping at his desk and shrugged the taller man off. He decided to follow close behind Dazai to the server room across from the client meeting area dragging a chair along with him to prop the door open with. He looked over at the scene of Dazai leaning against the open door and his girlfriend starting to untangle various lengths of wire on the floor with a laptop sitting nearby open and booting up. She sat on the floor sprawled out tapping periodically on the laptop keyboard while continuing to untangle wire one handed. Naturally, Dazai thought this was the perfect time to make small talk coming closer to her with every word out of his mouth,

"So Ms. Hacker, you have a boyfriend?"

Atsushi looked pale for a second as his mentor apparently decided that this was the most important thing to know right now. Would she even respond to him? Were they even dating? They do see each other in their free time but going on an actual date was something that just never occurred. What was a normal date anyway? It was not as if they actually stated that to anyone else before... The questions kept pooling and spinning in this mind as he was propping the back of the chair underneath the door handle. He looked over his shoulder at Dazai and his girlfriend? What else could he call her? Girl that is a friend? They spent too much time together for that. Is this what Dazai meant with 'Friends with Benefits'? He was confused.

He sat in the chair sideways so that he could see what was going on, which was nothing. She continued to connect wires to servers and periodically clack away on a keyboard. Was she ignoring him? He looked over to the scene again to see that she was tapping on a device strapped to her wrist and blatantly ignoring Dazai who was doing his best to be in her face. Dazai took this as a challenge however seeing that his question was never going to be answered he changed it, "I have an interesting proposition for you if an unattached person like yourself is interested in the macabre."

There was again silence other than the noise of the rubbing of wires and the clacking of fingers on a keyboard. She was most definitely ignoring Dazai, Atsushi was regretting not mentioning his work after all since this was not the best choice of action to deflect Dazai's questions with pure silence and he knew it. Why didn't he mention more about the agency when they spoke about their professions? Looking back over at Dazai rambling on about lovers suicide and reciting passages about methods of doing so from his beloved guide made him think otherwise. It was because almost everyone in the ADA is weird especially Dazai, he decided as he continued to watch Dazai speak to a human wall. It was fine until Dazai decided that he needed more attention than she was giving him,

"Such beauty needs to be shown to the world and not hidden by layers of fabric like this. What would happen if you just took off the face covering off for a minute, I bet it is hot under there.."

That mere action earned a swift swat of the hand that was going to touch the edge of the scarf on her face and a slight glare before she returned back to what she was doing. Dazai was unfazed by this development and continued, "Maybe I'm not your type...." Atsushi breathed a sigh of relief, "But you can't have Atsushi-kun. He is taken sadly. Look at him and this girl, isn't she cute!"

That breath was quickly exhaled as he saw Dazai with his phone open showing the lock screen image to his girlfriend. It was the image that she took of them at her apartment a few days ago. She looked over at it briefly before clicking away at the laptop again and readjusting the scarf after the close call with Dazai. Was she blushing? He could not really tell with all the headgear, but that was not the most important thing right now. Dazai has his phone. He needed to get it back. The moment Atsushi makes the attempt to get his phone back from his sneaky handed mentor by trying to make a grab for the device by diving at Dazai that he saw the phone fly through the air with Dazai cheerfully stating, "Here, Ranpo catch!"

Atsushi was too slow to notice that Ranpo had not only woken up but was standing at the door to the server room with open hands to catch the device. Only he missed and the phone clattered on the floor with an audible crack before Ranpo picks the device up blowing on it and rubbing it against his cape.

"You need to work on your aim, Dazai," Ranpo said as he opened the flip phone, "You could have broken the screen."

Atsushi is on the ground, face first, lost in his thoughts. Maybe throwing it is the real problem here not the aim! Ranpo looks at the screen with narrowed eyes before smiling, "She is cute. Where did you meet her Atsushi-kun?"

Atsushi was caught, it was not that he never planned to tell them about her it was just that this was not the most opportune time. His brain fried as he stuttered hopelessly attempting to explain what was going on. However, with all the doubts that surfaced and the nerves of having her sitting on the floor while he was doing so was too much and he slid into a muttering mass on the floor, exhaust coming out of his ears. Dazai poked the man tiger in the side a little to try and get a better answer out of him only to declare, "We broke him Ranpo-san!"

Ranpo looked over at Dazai and over at the girl from Hackers Chasing Hackers, "What can we call you anyway?"

"606." Her response was swift and soft almost inaudible. Ranpo continued,

"Not 404?"

She shrugged and went in her bag to grab a pair of wireless headphones and small keyboard. Apparently Ranpo had closed the distance on her and was standing with hands on his hips before her assessing her pointing his finger in her direction, "Maybe you can help us find 404 then."

"What?"

She responded freezing in place her response much louder than the first. Dazai stopped trying to rouse Atsushi and sat cross legged facing her, "You know it would make Atsushi sleep better at night if you worked with us on this, 606."

She had no response the jig was up. She needed to say something about knowing Atsushi. What though? The truth? Her mouth apparently worked faster than her brain did, "Why would he lose sleep if he never knew?"

Dazai happily tapped her shoulders in acceptance, "That's a girl, use your words. I thought you might be mute there for a minute."

Ranpo bent down to her level, "All of you are numbers right? 606 is not your real name though I'm sure Atsushi doesn't call you that, can we have your name?"

She pulled her right sleeve up to show a small device with an aux in cable, she tapped the screen a few times before standing up and the device declaring, "The Bluetooth device has been connected successfully" in a feminine electronic voice. She plugs the aux cable into the headphone jack of the laptop on the floor and the other to the device on her wrist. She places the headphones on her head and leans against the server wall having the cord pull the laptop slightly before closing her eyes.

"Yo. 51 are you there? I'm at the job still. Listen can you give me the access to the database today I need to set up an external and internal firewall for these guys and it would be faster if I can C&V it from there than setting up something special. Eh? Just how much do you think that they are paying for?? I am not setting up something from scratch...What is the code?....Ok, it's good for 3 hours right? What do you mean that you can't issue that? You really mean that you won't...Thanks. I will call again if I need anything else."

She drops the headphones to around her neck and returns to the laptop tapping the keyboard frantically. Dazai opens his mouth to start speaking but is hushed by her placing her hand up by his face. After a few minutes of keyboard clacking she leans back and shuts the laptop screen. Taking off her ball cap using it as a fan, "That will buy me time to talk with you without them listening in."

She straitens up and smiles, "What is it that you need to know about 404?"

Ranpo and Dazai stare at 606 for a moment. Ranpo sits on the floor next to Dazai before asking, "Do you know anything about 404?"

"Describe what you mean by anything, I mean I know that 404 is a 30 year old-ish guy first of all but that is not what you are interested in is it?"

Ranpo looks over at Atsushi lying on the floor and puts his glasses on, "Aren't you 404?" He states while flopping several photographs on the floor nearby. She looks at the photos by spreading them on the floor and sighs.

She begins to unfurl the ribbon covering her eye and pulls the tartan scarf down to around her neck, "Do I look like a 30 year old man to you?" She giggled as she tied the ribbon to her other wrist, "I can't believe that of all the people in the company he uses my identity for that stupid parlor trick of his."

Dazai stared at her for a bit only to state, "No you are most decidedly not a man. What do you mean by parlor trick?"

She crossed her arms while thinking, "Hard to say. He can be almost anyone in the world in most people's eyes. Almost like..."

"Magic?" Ranpo stopped her.

She nodded her head in agreement, "Yes, that's it. A few from Hackers Chasing Hackers are considered..." she drifted off as her eyes caught Atsushi's frame lying on the floor, "though with all the ability users around Yokohama with the Port Mafia and the Government. I suppose it is a bit childish to think that."

Dazai thought it was a bit funny that Atsushi's girlfriend did not mention the ADA at all. Ranpo apparently caught on to something different about her statement, "You mean that there is more than one gifted in Hackers Chasing Hackers?"

She shifted her weight, "Possibly. It is a relatively big organization after all."

Now this was interesting. Dazai decided that it might be best to let Atsushi be on the floor the whole time and moved to make sure that he was still out of it. If only he didn't rouse at this exact moment with a soft utterance of a female name that neither man recognized.

606 moved over to nearby Atsushi and patted him on the head, "Wake up, Atsushi. You can stop being in your head too much now."

Atsushi had to stop himself from gripping her tightly around the waist due to Ranpo and Dazai being there. He figured now was as good as time as any to introduce her, "Dazai-san, Ranpo-san, this is..." He paused and looked at her almost as if he was too embarrassed to say her name in front of her,"... the girl from my phone screen."

#atsushi nakajima #bungou stray dogs #bsd #fanfic #multipart #fem reader

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