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ayrennaranaaldmeri · 3 years
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upcloseandchaotic · 3 years
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Girls’ Night
This idea has been bouncing in my head for a while mostly as a distraction from doing my other WIPs. It was also originally supposed to be short.... I don’t know what happened 🤷🏼‍♀️
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Summary: After helping Bucky with a rough round of nightmares, you decide that you need to have a Girls’ Night with your friends.
One Shot; 2,478 words 
Disclaimer: Bucky, Natasha, and Wanda are not my characters.
Characters: Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanova, Wanda Maximoff, Female!Reader
Relationships: Bucky x Female!Reader
In the sunlight his hair was a soft chestnut color, but now as you ran your hand through it and wrapped the silky locks between your fingers, the night seemed to darkened it to where someone could mistake it for black, almost as dark as the night sky. You hummed to yourself, imagining what his hair would look like filled with falling stars and circling planets, but then quietened down as you heard his voice start rumbling in his chest, a pained groan building in his throat.
Soon Russian words started falling sharply from his lips. His arms and legs started twitching, his brow furrowing. You quickly grabbed your phone from the side table, pressing the button to open your notes app and started writing down everything that seemed important, like names or locations. It looked as if his nightmare from a couple of hours before was coming back, but this time his dream went more in depth. You were able to pull some ideas of where this “vault” was located, names of people, random words that you think were once used to help program him. It hurt for you to watch him twisting and turning, crying out in pain, it left you feeling helpless even though you knew from experience that waking him up would just make it worse.
The longer it continued you felt a rage start simmering down in the pit of your stomach. It burned as if a coal had finally caught a flicker of a flame and grew until your hands were shaking and you were silently fighting with yourself to stay there with him and not go find the people responsible for his pain. 
Once his murmurs turned into more like whimpers and his twitching started to slow, you started whispering sweet nothings into his ear and gently combing his hair back from his sweating face. Slowly, without waking up from his dream, he started to relax back into the bed and eventually you can hear light snores signalling that he has fallen back into a dreamless sleep. Before you slide back into your spot beside him you grab your phone and send a message to Wanda and Natasha. Girls’ Night soon?
Wanda was probably still asleep, seeing as it was around five in the morning, but you weren’t surprised to see three dots flashing. Natasha seemed to have an uncanny sense of when Bucky was having nightmares and always seemed to be awake.
Yes! I’ll bring the nail polish! 💅
You smiled and sent back a gif before turning your phone off and threw it back onto the nightstand. Reaching out to Bucky, you smiled as he unconsciously moved to accommodate you; his arm wrapped around your shoulders and when you tucked yourself into his right shoulder he turned, curling up around you and throwing his metal arm around your waist. You could feel the warm huffs against the top of your head and his usual scent of spice, leather and gunmetal surrounded you. With the sound of his heartbeat in your ear and the warmth of his body seeping into you you close your eyes and drift off into a deep, dreamless sleep.
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You were standing in the kitchen putting together a cheese and cracker plate when you felt two hands circling around from behind you, one warm and soft and the other cool and hard. They wandered under his shirt you were wearing and started creeping upwards slowly with gentle caresses.
Smiling softly, you put the crackers and cheese down to place your hands over his, halting his movement and . “What are you doing, Buck?”
Bucky’s chin dropped onto your shoulder and he whispered into your ear. “Do I really have to go, doll? You know I don’t care about what you all talk about. I’ll even let you and the girls paint my nails.”
You sighed and twisted around so you could stare into his aquamarine-colored eyes, which were trying to pretend to be charming but actually belied his nerves. He always required some more physical reassurance after having a bad bout of nightmares, and as much as you wanted to allow him to stay so you could comfort him you knew that this Girls’ Night was necessary and that he couldn’t be here. To ease some of his discomfort, though, you pulled him towards you and reached up to cup one cheek. He sighed and leaned into it and you watched as some of the tension in his jaw relaxed.
“Baby, I wish you could. If it was any other night it would be fine, but tonight it really has to be just us girls.” Bucky gave a dejected huff and closed his eyes, leaning a little bit more into your hand, “But I will take up your offer to paint your nails. I have a really pretty blue color that would match your eyes.”
When he opened his eyes again you could see a glint of mischievousness flash briefly and before you could blink he had a grip on your thighs and had you up in the air. You squeaked and quickly wrapped your legs around his waist. He laughed and sat you on the counter next to your half-done cheese and cracker plate. You gave him a mock glare and lightly smacked his chest.
“Don’t be like that, Doll,” Bucky crooned. He stepped forwards so that he was standing between your legs, pressed up against you. Leaning forwards, he hovered his lips so that they were a hairsbreadth apart from yours. You got a clear whiff of his favorite cologne and the mint toothpaste he used. “I was just havin’ a bit of fun. We both know how much you like it when I pick you up like the babydoll you are.”
“That’s true, but the girls are going to be here any moment and I still have a lot of stuff to finish getting ready. Also don’t you have to meet Steve and Sam in about 20 minutes anyways? You still have a 15 minute drive, Buck.”
He hummed, pulling your wrist off of his face to read the time on your watch. When he saw that he was going to run late he grumbled but backed off, allowing you to hop down from the counter but close enough that he could keep his hands on your arms in case you lost your balance.
You hurriedly finished up making the plate of appetizers while Bucky begrudgingly went and collected his wallet and keys and then you both met up at the doorway.
“Have fun with Steve and Sam, baby. Call me if you need me,” You say, leaning up to give him a chaste kiss. Before you could step back, though, he snuck a hand into your hair, keeping you close as he proceeded to deepen the kiss. After a few minutes though someone knocked loudly on the door, startling both of you into separating. When you and Bucky gathered enough braincells to answer the door, Natasha and Wanda were standing there, smirking and giggling at the dazed look on both of your faces.
“Come on, Barnes, it’s our turn with Y/N. You can have her later tonight,” Natasha joked, pushing past you and Bucky to place the wine bottles she brought with her on the living room table. Wanda snuck past too, dropping her bag onto the couch before starting to search for wine glasses in the kitchen.
Bucky chuckled, ignoring the two girls as he dropped another kiss onto your lips. “Yeah, yeah, I hear ya. Bye, babydoll, I’m countin’ down the seconds until I come back to you.”
You rolled your eyes but smiled as you heard a mixed chorus of fake gagging and awe-ing behind you. “Go on, Buck, I’ll see you later.”
“Don’t use all of the nail polish, ladies! I look forward to my manicure when I get home!” he shouted as he walked away, smiling brightly as you laughed. You stayed there, leaning against the doorway to watch him until he disappeared on the stairs.
“Hate to see him leave?” Wanda asked as you closed the door and stepped back into the apartment.
“But love to watch him go,” You sighed dreamily. Natasha groaned and threw a pillow at you, causing you and Wanda to break out into laughter.
“Okay, okay! Truce!” You cried, throwing your hands up.
“Fine,” Natasha conceded, “You live to see another day, Y/N… Now, what information did you find the other night?”
As Wanda opened the bottle of wine and set it to the side to let it breathe, you pulled up your notes and explained what Bucky had said during his latest nightmare as well as what you had been able to find from an initial search. Natasha stayed quiet during your explanation, responding with nothing but the occasional nod, and Wanda pulled her laptop out of her bag, starting it up and opening the files you all had compiled and sent them.
At the end of your report Natasha poured the wine into the glasses and took a quick sip. “This place sounds familiar to me, but I’m not 100% sure I have been there. I think maybe they used it as a threat in the Red Room? What were the names he mentioned again?”
When you repeated them, Wanda chimed in with “I think I’ve heard about that place, it’s in Siberia. Pietro and I were almost sent there a couple of times, they told us it was their top training facility.”
“Could you point it out on a map, Wanda?” You asked, quickly pulling up a map of Serbia on your phone.
“I think I could…here let me see.”
Wanda looked over the map and you bit your lip, twisting the wine glass between your fingers, anxious to see if you guys would have a break through.
“Here,” she said, pointing at a spot in the Balkan Mountains, “It’s closer to Serbia and it’s hidden deep inside one of the mountains.”
“I’ll try and see if I can pull some layout plans from the upload you did, Nat,” You said, reaching for Wanda’s laptop. As you did your deep diving into the files, Natasha and Wanda made a quick order for food from the Italian place around the corner.
Right after the food came in and Wanda had refilled all of the glasses, you gave a short cry of triumph and flipped the computer around to show them the layout of the Hydra base, as well as the information needed to get in. The three of you smirked while raising your glasses in a toast, celebrating that for once you were able to get all of the information needed..
The rest of the night was spent making a plan of attack and then double and triple-checking to make sure everything would go as planned.
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You slipped into your apartment silently, placing your heels next to the door and padding softly down the hallway. The whole apartment was dark except for the lights of the busy New York street shining through the window. Using the little bit of light and muscle memory you managed to weave around the furniture, setting your jacket and purse gently on the living room table on your way to your room.
You could see Bucky, sprawled on his side of the bed, body facing the door as if he had tried staying up so he could make sure you got in all right. You sighed, letting your body sag against the door frame briefly even though you winced as your sore muscles ached, a reminder of what you had gotten up to tonight. Even though, originally, it was supposed to be just Wanda and Nat infiltrating the base, you had had to go in to hack some computers. It was just bad luck that those computers were guarded by some giant, beefed up Hydra goon who seemed to be immune to effects of a fucking taser. Needless to say, it was extra satisfying when he did eventually succumb to Natasha’s famous thigh chokehold.
Bucky was snoring lightly, but it seemed as if his sleep would be undisturbed tonight, almost as if his body sensed that one more nightmare was no more. You stepped forwards and cursed loudly as you tripped over his combat boots and went sprawling across the floor. As Bucky startled awake and flipped on the light, you sat there hissing and briefly wondered how satisfying it would be to just throw them in the trash right in the moment.
“Babydoll?” he asked, his voice rough and low as if he were still half asleep, “Is that you?”
“Yeah, it’s me,” you huffed, wincing as you climbed back up,, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep, Buck.” 
“Don’t worry about it, I was waiting on you anyways.” Bucky pushed himself up the bed and sat back to watch as you started to gather all of your supplies to get ready for bed. “How was your Girls’ Night? Did you get some free drinks tonight?”
“You know it,” you shot back, winking over your shoulder. You heard his breath hitch as you drew your dress up and off, revealing your black lace thong and push up bra. You turned around and before he could say something you know would lead to both of you not getting any sleep that night, you pointed a finger at him and said, “Not a word, buster.”
Bucky raised his hands in the air with an innocent expression on his face that was quickly overtaken by a charming smile, “I wasn’t goin’ to say nothin’, doll….but now that you mention it, that set does looks stunning on you.”
“Ah ah!,” You cried, wagging your finger once more, “It is 2 AM, James Buchanan Barnes, and we are both exhausted. We’re getting some sleep before anything else, ya hear?” Bucky laughed but agreed, sinking further into the bed the closer you got to finishing your nightly routine. By the time you were climbing into bed yourself his eyes his body had sunk into the bed and his eyes were slowly blinking. Once you were comfortably resting on your side facing him he tucked an arm across your waist and pressed his hand between your shoulder blades, pulling you closer to his body until you both were unable to figure out where one started and the other ended.
“I’m glad you had a fun night with the girls, babydoll,” Bucky whispered into your hair groggily.
“Thanks, baby,” You whispered, smiling as you heard the soft huffs of his breath above your head. You kissed the shoulder closest to you and sighed as you sank into the warmth of his body, the bed, and the knowledge that Bucky was now safe from one more nightmare.
tags: @babiiface95
Dividers by: @whimsicalrogers
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fromyourstrulyh · 4 years
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The Sweetest Fruit
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A/N: Hello! This is my very, VERY late submission for the Pick Your Poison Fic Challenge! This is long overdue but I have finally gotten around to writing this! A couple of disclaimers though before you begin reading: 1) this fic contains the teeniest bit smut and with that said, 2) this is my first time writing smut ever, so please be gentle with me. As always, a massive thank you to Anne (@oh-honey-styles), Kate (@andwhenshesays) and Anna (@for-fucks-sake-h) for hosting the fic challenge! I would also like to thank Kate, Anne, El (@real-work-of-art) and Morgan (@soullikestyles) for reading through and giving me the boost of confidence I need to post this fic! 🙈 Finally, please go support the other amazing writers who also participated in the challenge here!
Summary: In which Harry is craving for the sweetest fruit for breakfast.
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Harry loves his fruit. Anything from apples to mangoes to watermelon, he loves them all.
Maybe it’s the different flavor profiles he gets from the variety of fruits — tangy, sweet, tart — when he first bites into it. Maybe it’s that fruits are readily available to him and he can have them any time of the day whether it’s for breakfast, a midday snack or his dessert. Maybe it‘s that some of his favorite fruits also happen to be some of the juiciest.
Which reminds him of how you taste on his tongue.
When he savors a fruit, his mind is flooded with memories of him between your thighs on nights (and days) when he feels the urge to feast on you like you’re his last meal. He’s relentless and he does not stop until his hunger is satisfied. He just can’t help himself when you look ravishing.
So when you enter the kitchen moments after waking up, looking as enticing as ever, Harry became turned on just at the sight of you — to say the least.
He thinks it’s because of the way your hair is still messy, the sex hair still evident from the night before. He admires the way you don’t show any effort in trying to hide the marks he made on you. He thinks it’s because of the satin nightgown you have on. Despite you being absolutely filthy for him the previous night, begging and unashamedly screaming for him to go faster and harder, he also loves that you still like to be a little modest. The thought of hearing the sounds you make for only him again makes his cock swell up.
Before Harry can even stop himself, he walks up to you from behind while you’re busy making coffee. He wraps his arms around your torso bringing you to him so that your back is flush to his front. He places a faint kiss to your temple.
“G’morning, love. How’d you sleep?” He asks.
The question is so simple, so innocent. Yet the tone of his voice is raspy which says otherwise. It makes your body tense. You know that’s how he sounds in early mornings shortly after he wakes. It’s also how he sounds when he just needs you and right now, you know what he wants when you become hyper aware of his erection poking the back of your thigh.
“Hm, slept well, H. You?” You tried to play it cool but Harry knows you like the back of his hand.
He chuckles. “Best sleep I’ve had in a long time. But I had to get up early to get something for breakfast.”
You hum. “Yeah? Is there anything you’re craving? I can prepare it for you.”
“Yeah, actually. Was havin’ some fruit earlier but I want something sweeter. Got any ideas as to what I can have?” You feel his hand trail down your stomach and goosebumps rise on your skin. You shiver at the suggestive tone of his voice and the feeling of his hand getting closer and closer to where you need him. You exhale shakily, trying to maintain your composure, but you feel it slowly diminishing.
You turn around in his arms so that you’re facing him, abandoning the unmade coffee. Your hips grind against his, letting him know exactly what you want.
“No clue.” You reply innocently, looking up at his face through your lashes. His eyes that were once a bright green have darkened tremendously. Harry growls and the next thing you know, his lips are on yours.
You wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him impossibly closer. You feel his hands everywhere — on your hips, your thighs, with the occasional squeeze on your behind — and it makes you moan in his mouth.
“Fuck, love, need t’taste ya. Please.” He begs at the same time walking you to the counter. You jump and wrap your legs around his waist before sitting down on the cool surface.
When you’re sat comfortably on the counter, he brings his hand to the apex of your thighs. You squeal, not expecting the suddenness, but it soon turns into a moan when Harry feels his fingers being soaked with your juices. You feel your skin heat up at his touch.
The contact from his fingers is gone as quickly as it came and you watch as he brings his drenched fingers in front of his face, admiring how it glistens in the sunlight peeking through the kitchen window. Harry brings them to his lips and he hums at your familiar taste. Your mouth is parted, chest heaving, one of the straps to your nightgown is hanging from your shoulder, exposing your right breast, and Harry has never seen anything more beautiful.
You whine. “Harry, please.”
“Please, what?”
“Touch me.” You command.
“Gotta be more specific than that, love. Use your words.”
You groan internally. He knows you absolutely hate it when he’s being a tease especially when you’ve gotten so needy. The last of your patience left of your body and you spread your legs wider for him.
“Fine, then. Eat me out, Harry. Put your tongue to good use.” He doesn’t say anything. He simply smirks before kneeling down so that he’s eye level to the most intimate part of your body. You watch him nip your inner thighs until red marks appear on your skin, to remind you (and him) of the pleasure he gives you, slowly getting closer and closer to where you need him most...
“Can smell ya from here, love. All this for me?” The vibrations from his voice sends a shiver up your spine and you don’t know how much of his teasing you can take.
“H, I swear if you don’t stop teasing me, I—” The rest of your thought gets cut off and is replaced with a loud moan when he finally licks a broad stripe from your leaking hole to your swollen clit. He flicks and nibbles on the bundle of nerves, knowing it only riles you up more.
“Mm, so bossy, didn’t know my girl wants it so dirty. Just remember I’m in control here, yeah?” He flicks your clit once more which earns him another moan.
“Oh my god, yes, you’re in control. Just keep going, please.”
At that, he keeps going and doesn’t stop, as if he had any plan to. The feeling of his tongue and cool breath on your contrastingly warm skin is only adding fuel to the fire. The air smells of sweat and sex. Your mouth feels dry from it being agape. You glance down to the man between your legs to find him looking back at you. He looks at you in the eye as he nibbles on the bundle of nerves that have gotten so sensitive from his work that the slightest touch is enough to make you beg for more.
Your mouth is open in shock, head thrown back. Your mind is in a state of pure bliss, almost as if it was transported to a paradise with nothing but pleasure. You’re brought back to reality when you feel his thumb rubbing slow and languid circles on your clit. You love how attentive he is and it only makes your grind your hips against his mouth.
“Harry, fuck, I’m so, so close. Please don’t stop.”
He hums at your request, sending vibrations throughout your body. Your skin feels clammy against the counter but you could care less when the man in between your legs is feasting on you like there’s no tomorrow.
You raise your hips again to bunch the hem of your soaked nightgown around your waist. As soon as you sit back down, your hands find their way to Harry’s head. With his curls between your fingertips and your nails lightly scratching his scalp, you lightly tug on his hair which earns you a groan. In response, you widen your legs to give him more access.
“Harder,” he rasps.
When you pull on his hair a little harder than the first time, you feel the smirk on your skin. Just before you make a remark, however, his thumb on your clit speeds up.
“So wet for me. So fuckin’ sweet, sweeter than any fruit. C’mon, know yeh wanna cum for me. Cum for me baby. On my count, got it?” He asks in a whisper.
Your mind has lost all words and you could only nod to tell him that you want — more like need — a release. Your senses are in overdrive and if this means Harry gets to have you like this, with your legs spread and his tongue buried deep in between, so be it. You’re at his absolute mercy, wrapped around his finger. He is in control of you and your pleasure and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
“3...” He starts.
He continued his assault on your folds. He flicked, licked, nibbled, gently bit on your oh-so-sensitive clit.
I guess he really was hungry, you thought.
“2...”
You arch your back, buck your hips to his mouth. You tightly grip onto his hair, pulling on it towards your cunt, but also push him away because you can’t take anymore. But Harry doesn’t let his job go unfinished. He can almost just feel you’re almost there, close to your release.
“1...”
And you cum. Hard. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you can see specks of white in your vision. Your body has a mind of its own, shuddering and your legs quake while Harry laps up every single drop of your juices. The only sounds that can be heard in the room is just you shouting curses and Harry’s name over and over again.
After what feels like an eternity, you feel like you finally recovered from what might’ve been one of the best orgasms you’ve received. You feel a loss of contact from Harry’s mouth and fingers.
You watch with hooded eyes as Harry stands, his face hovering over yours. He looks so beautiful with his chin glistening with the sunlight casted upon him. He brings his drenched fingers to his mouth and your mouth parts as you watch him taste you on his fingers. He hums in satisfaction.
He gives you a sly smirk. “Want some?”
You nod. He leans in to kiss you and your taste is evident on his tongue. You moan when you also taste a hint of the sweetness from the fruit he had earlier. It helps since your mouth was so dry from it being open for so long.
His kisses trail down your neck, his lips pecking the area around your sweet spot. You jump when you feel his teeth nip the area he knows make your knees weak. You lean your head back to give him better access. He nips and bites down on the skin until he knows a mark forms and soothes the pain with his tongue. He continues his torture down to your collarbone while he gently rubs your nipple, that’s poking through the your nightgown, with his thumb. He pulls the other strap down your shoulder and arm and pulls the top of your gown down to your stomach until both breasts are exposed to the slight breeze in the room, making you shiver. You can almost feel the smirk against your skin and before you have the chance to say anything, you feel his tongue flick your right nipple and nip on the skin around it before doing the same on your other breast.
For the first time since he went down on you, you speak up. “S-So good,” you stutter.
At that, Harry’s lips quirk up.
“Yeah? Come to think of it, I’m craving for some breakfast in bed. Think I just found the sweetest fruit.”
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trouvelle · 7 years
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Creases
[Valentine’s Day Oneshot]
A/N: This fic’s supposed to be for Valentine’s Day, but I got caught up in other stuffs and well.. here it is, a few days late. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it.
Fandom: Detective Conan/Case Closed Pairing: Hattori Heiji/Kazuha Toyama Rating: G Disclaimer: I most definitely do not own Detective Conan. Summary: Heiji found a crumpled letter inside his coat pocket.
It was tucked inside the pocket of Heiji’s winter coat.
He took it out when a case led him and Shinichi to Kamikawa Subprefecture in the northern region of Hokkaido, where a thick snowfall surprised them right after they had busted a drug operation which involved having tons of pot worth millions on their hands returned to the authorities.
The piece of paper was crumpled from years at the bottom of his pocket, but Heiji instantly recognized the orange hue of Kazuha’s favorite text paper. The sharp stab in his heart surprised him—he thought he would be able to stop living with the guilt and the grief by now, but seeing his name penned down in Kazuha’s slanted handwriting made him almost double over in pain.
He covered his mouth with one hand to stop himself from screaming, the other fingering the paper over and over, causing even more creases.
She had a habit of leaving him notes, but her favorite papers were reserved for special occasions. This one had to be from the time he went skiing at Otsu with some friends and had to leave her behind to study for an exam over Valentine’s Day. He had returned with Shiga Prefecture’s special wagashi dumplings, and she must have thought he had found it. The note had been in his coat pocket for more than a year, and a part of him did not want to read what Kazuha had written.
It hurt too much, picturing her sitting at her desk, chin propped in the palms of her hand, pen balanced between her nose and puckered lips, trying to think of what to say to him.
Anything she had written was meaningless, now that she was dead, and it was because of what he had brought down on her, ripping to shreds the semblance of normality he had built for himself just after he thought everything was over.
The FBI had miscalculated, and they had all jumped too early to conclusions. They hadn’t seen the underlying plan the Organization had thought out so thoroughly. Leaving her in Osaka would be the best choice, or so he thought. Who would’ve thought that both his and her father would be involved? Who would’ve suspected someone from the Osakan police force to have anything to do with the Organization?
Right then, just when the all too familiar guilt threatened to engulf him again, the door to the hotel room opened to let in a draft of icy air and a scowling Shinichi.
“There’s a fucking blizzard out there. I nearly froze my balls off out there, Hattori, these crab omelets you insist on having better be worth it!”
Although he had tucked the note into his pocket as soon as the door opened, Heiji’s posture must have given it away to Shinichi, because he stopped ranting and sat down opposite Heiji, fixing the other detective with an inquiring stare.
“You look as if you’ve seen a ghost–wait, did you?” The panic in Shinichi’s eyes was real, although his voice remained flippant, “Did you see them?” Now that was unlikely, as every single one of them had been put behind the bars. Heiji sighed and shook his head, feeling too raw to speak.
Instead, he handed Shinichi the note, avoiding his eyes and fixating on a spot on the none-too-clean carpet.
“Is this a blackmail letter? Wait—you got a love letter? You really don’t need to be bragging about this to me, Hattori, I’ve been getting these since… Oh fuck.” His teasing died down as soon as he opened the letter. Heiji still did not look up, but he could hear the rustling of paper and a sharp intake of breath from Shinichi.
“…Do you want me to read it to you? ”
“Please. I… I can’t.” Heiji hardly recognized his own voice, it sounded like that of a dead man. He could feel Shinichi scrutinizing him, probably trying to decide whether there was any chance he could talk him out of this. Apparently, Heiji must have looked more determined than he felt because after a while, Shinichi started reading. His voice was gentle and he refrained from any smartass remarks about its sappiness, simply reading the note from start to finish:
Heiji ya ahou,
I really should hate ya fer leavin’ me alone like this. After all, what good is a best friend if he’s not around on a particularly gloomy Sunday? Not to forget that it’s Valentine’s Day! It woulda been more okay if ya had left me when I have a boyfriend who could worship me as the love of his life on this sacred day, instead of leavin’ me alone when I’m lonely and miserable, and havin’ a make-up exam the next day just doesn’t make it any better. But nevertheless I forgive ya, Hattori Heiji, with all my heart—which just goes to show what a terrific catch I am and how lucky ya are to have me in yer life! The thin’ is, though, and that’s the reason why I’m not mad at you—so am I.
Havin’ ya in my life has been both the worst and the best thing that has ever happened to me. No matter what will happen, how irritating and frustrating you are (have always been, and I’m pretty sure you’ll get all the more irritating and frustrating as ya get older. I’m somehow convinced that no one else could put up with ya. Heh—Good luck finding a girlfriend, seriously.)—I will always be glad to have known ya.
I don’t know what has gotten into me today as I’m writing such a sappy letter fer ya. Must’ve been a Valentine bug. Just don’t come back with a broken leg (or worse, two broken legs.) I don’t fancy being late for school every morning just because you gotta crutch along slowly.
Kazuha
P.S. Sweets to make amends.
After Shinichi had fallen silent, Heiji could not move—he could hardly breathe. He felt chilled to the bone and more alone than he had when he was thrown into the open sea.
He did not feel the bed dip, but suddenly Shinichi was there, next to him, holding him in an awkward but earnest embrace. Heiji heard a loud sob and realized only a heartbeat later that he was the one who was making this animalistic noise that shook his whole body. Shinichi’s arms were the only thing anchoring him to reality.
“Don’t get used to this, Hattori,” he heard Shinichi’s voice dimly. “This is still not a hugging show.”
In between painful sobs, a dry laugh escaped Heiji. It hurt his throat and constricted his chest almost more than the crying, but it was okay. Through eyes grainy with tears, Heiji groped for the letter lying discarded on the bed sheet.
He tried to fix it, but the stubborn creases refused to be smoothed out.
P.S. Kept it short and not so angsty :’D Thanks for reading!
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