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jadelilac · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 5!

Masochism

NOW we're back into the real shit. This one's particularly self-indulgent and is very very nsfw

18+ beyond this point

“You're sure about this?” Brooke was hesitant. She had a long day, to be sure, but when Emmy offered to be her release she wasn't quite certain.

“Absolutely. I've been praying for the opportunity.”

“I don't wanna hurt you, though.”

“That's the whole point of it! I want the pain. I fucking crave it.”

“So you're a masochist?”

“Yep. Through and through.”

“How have you never shown this side of yourself?”

“I've never had the chance to. You're just too sweet to be dominant.”

“I can be mean!” Brooke pouted and crossed her arms.

“Prove it then.” Emmy smirked, hoping to egg her girlfriend on.

“You're sure?”

“I already told you yes! If it gets to be too much, I’ll shout ‘red light’, that way you'll know when to stop.”

“If you say so.”

Emmy took Brooke’s hand and led her to the bed. Brooke was still visibly nervous. Whatever anger she was feeling before had quickly dissipated. How was she supposed to deliver here? This was way out of her league. Still, she wanted to make her girlfriend happy.

“Well?” Emmy said expectantly as she closed the door. “I'm waiting…”

“Cool your jets. We'll start when I say so.”

“Of course, ma’am. Anything you say.” She was smug. Too smug. It actually started to irritate Brooke a little. Emmy was doubting her.

“You'd better wipe that smug look off your face.”

“Or what?” She disobeyed.

She was so cute when she acted all playful like that. It was hard to keep up the facade. Brooke tried her best to be intimidating by pinning Emmy against the wall. Being an entire foot shorter than her made it remarkably difficult, though, and she was much too gentle. She could tell Emmy was leading, and she still had that grin on her face. This frustrated her even further.

“Come on, work with me here. I’m trying my best.”

“Try harder.” She stuck her tongue out.

Brooke could tell what was going on. She was acting bratty on purpose. Emmy was always good at figuring out how people worked. She knew Brooke hated being teased, especially with this sort of blunt insubordination. She, herself, wanted Brooke to take charge, and now she's acting slick like she thinks she's the boss? No way. Brooke was not going to let that slide.

“That's it. Take your clothes off. No more fucking around.”

“Make me.”

Brooke started to turn red. Not with rage, but with embarrassment. “Do it. Now.”

Emmy stifled a giggle. That really did it in. “You think this is funny, huh? You won't be laughing in a sec.” Brooke shot her hand up and clasped it gently around Emmy’s throat. It was a bit of a reach, but it happened rather quickly, which caused a yelp to escape Emmy's mouth. “Take them off.”

Without another word, Emmy stripped as quickly as she could while Brooke maintained her grip.

“Now, on your knees.”

Emmy tried to maintain her smugness. “You're go-”

“KNEES. NOW.”

Emmy’s grin faded into a face of pure bewilderment. It was then that she realized a switch had flipped in Brooke. Her timid nature had completely disappeared and been replaced with something new to Emmy. Something incredibly exciting. So exciting, in fact, that the carpet beneath her was already getting a little soaked as she fell to her knees.

“Much better. Now,” Brooke continued as she peeled her clothes off, “Be a good girl and suck my cock.”

Emmy barely opened her mouth for a retort before Brooke grabbed her head with both hands and stuffed herself down her partner’s throat, which caused her to gag just a bit.

Quickly, Emmy adjusted and began obediently moving her head back and forth along with Brooke’s rhythm. “Good, good,” Brooke groaned, “This is much better.”

“Mmm, mmph!” Emmy tried to speak, but her mouth was full.

“What's that? Use your words, dear.” Brooke yanked herself out of Emmy’s mouth to allow her a second to breathe.

“I was trying to say you taste good.”

“Aw, thanks! So you want seconds, then?”

Before Emmy could answer, Brooke once again went into her mouth, rhythmically forcing her hips forward. With each push came another grunt from Emmy.

A few moments of this went by before Brooke, seemingly satisfied, pulled herself out. “Alright, that's enough. Now that we're warmed up…” She held her hand out to Emmy and helped her stand up. “Lay down on the bed for me.”

“What if-”

“Lay down. I won't ask again.”

“Y-yes, ma’am.”

Fully subdued, Emmy lay down on her back, placed her hands above her head and buried her face in her arm. She was getting shy. Brooke was winning. She felt quite proud of this.

“Good girl.” She crawled over top of Emmy and sat down on her pelvis. She then began to gently run her hands up and down her partner’s sides. She slowly leaned forward and very carefully planted several kisses on her sternum. Eventually, she began to move down while increasing in intensity. Kissing became suckling. Suckling became biting as she reached her partner’s breasts.

“A-ah…” Emmy was sensitive to the feeling, but she absolutely loved it. She arched her back as Brooke continued to bite and leave marks and bruises all over her body. Her breasts, her stomach, her legs. Eventually, Brooke got down to her crotch, where she gently nibbled on her labia. She was overwhelmed by the pleasure. She quickly lost control of her voice, unable to hold her shivering moans back.

Brooke crawled her way back up Emmy’s body, kissing and biting every inch as she did until she reached her lover’s face. They began an intense battle using their tongues. In the midst of this battle, Brooke took several cheap shots to Emmy’s bottom lip by biting down gently.

Finally, she gripped Emmy’s wrists tight, too tight even, and began to grind against her.

“Oh, god,” Emmy cried, “I can’t stand it anymore! Just fuck me!”

Brooke whispered into her ear. “Is that any way to ask?”

“P-please, mommy! Please, please, I need it so bad!”

‘Mommy’, huh? Brooke could get behind this. Satisfied, she fulfilled Emmy’s request. Her grip changed from her wrists to her hips, and she dug her fingernails in hard as she began. There’s truly no other way to put it; she was fucking Emmy. It was intense, it was brutal, it was absolutely raw. As she gripped Emmy’s love handles tighter and tighter, she eventually felt skin break, and as that happened Emmy let out a screech. Brooke could not tell if it was pain or pleasure, but she hadn’t heard the safeword yet so she assumed it was going well. In fact, she was certain it was going well as she felt Emmy tighten around her cock, nearly forcing her out as she began to soak the bed sheets beneath her. Brooke wasn’t finished, though, and she wasn’t slowing down either. The entire bed shook violently as the two smashed against each other, until Brooke finally couldn’t hold back. She reached her peak, and the two girls screamed in unison as Brooke twitched violently and yanked herself out just in time to fire a blank.

Brooke fell over next to Emmy, and the two lay there panting for a brief moment until Brooke noticed the small trickle of blood coming from one of her lover’s hips. “Oh, shit, you’re bleeding! Hold on!” With great haste, she shot up and retrieved a bandage with Shrek’s face on it, and attached it to the wound. “Are you alright?”

“Alright? I feel fucking amazing. That was perfect.” Emmy reached up and gently caressed her girlfriend’s face.

“Really? You bought all that?”

“Not a bit, but that doesn’t matter. It felt perfect. And I’ll have all kinds of love marks tomorrow. It’s everything I could’ve asked for.”

“That’s great, sweetie. Just don’t make me do that every time.”

“Of course I won’t! This was a ‘sometimes’ event. Just wanted to try.”

Brooke had completely forgotten why she was even in a bad mood to begin with, so clearly something had worked. The girls shared one last kiss before falling asleep, both of them utterly exhausted.

#writing #jadewrites #kinktober2023 #kinktober #i realized like four hours after i posted this i forgot to tag it lol #oc

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sunfloweradoring · 4 years

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the one where five become four

masterlist

Hey everyone! I just wanted to say a huge thank you to everyone that has been following my writing recently, it’s absolutely insane to think nearly 300 people have read a couple of them! It means the world to me, so thank you <3 K xxx

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The boys had been on tour for a matter of months now; I couldn’t actually remember the last time I physically saw Harry. However, what got me through the lonely nights and long hours we couldn’t speak to each other was the knowledge I had - knowing he was doing what he loved and enjoyed above all else. There was only a few weeks of tour to go before they would all be home and with the people who loved them.

Everyone seemed just that little bit extra excited at this tour break because Zayn was to be getting married in this interlude. Perrie had kindly asked me to be a part of the wedding party, meaning me (along with many others of her close friends) had been beavering away back home, rigorously planning away from the wedding that seemed to be speeding towards us faster than we could process.

It made me so happy to see her so looking forward to the marriage - it was evident how she felt about him; and I couldn’t help but think about what it would be like for my own wedding. This year would be mine and Harry’s fifth together, and it only encouraged the small flame of excitement within me. Of course we’d spoken about marriage and the future we could have together, but he was yet to pop the question. I knew that it was definitely something I could do myself, but there was something in me that really wanted it to be Harry that asked me to be his wife - for the rest of our lives.

I didn’t mind though, I was beyond happy where we were in our relationship currently. I felt so lucky to be a part of his hectic life and I loved to hear all the tour stories each time we got to sneak in a phone call or text.

He really was the love of my life.

I couldn’t contain the smile that was threatening to come across my lips as I dialled Harry’s number and patiently listened to the dialling tone.

“Hello, love.” Harry’s gravely tone greeted me. Almost instantly, a frown took over my features as I pulled the phone away from my ear to quickly inspect the time. I’d been careful to leave my call late enough in the day to avoid waking him; yet his voice sounded like I’d done just that.

“Hiya, baby.” I gently responded. “Did I wake you up? I thought it was the afternoon or something there?” I questioned, leaning my body back against the pillows of our bed, my right hand absentmindedly stroking over his side of the bed as I spoke. There was a brief amount of shuffling on the other side of the phone before he spoke again.

“Y-yeah, it’s like three or something.” He replied. Now I was a little concerned. It really wasn’t like Harry at all to be so blunt on our phone calls - especially after so many weeks apart. Perhaps he was just feeling the distance particularly hard today, or recording hadn’t quite gone as smoothly as hoped.

“You alright, Haz?” I was careful to keep my voice soft and smooth to prevent him from detecting my concern.

“One sec,” Harry quickly replied before I heard his voice again, this time, though, at a distance from the phone. “Mate, I’m on the phone,” There was a muffled response from whoever ‘mate’ was. “No, I don’t wanna keep talking about it. We’re all in the same boat, here, I think we’ve talked about it enough for one day, don’t you think?” There was a brief moment of silence before: “You still there?” I hummed in response, now completely confused as to what was taking place on his side of the the phone.

“Baby...” My voice was met with a loud huff.

“Zayn’s thinking of taking a break.” He suddenly said. “He said he’s feeling too pressured and wants to go home for a week before coming back and continuing the tour.” Whatever I was expecting to be wrong, it certainly wasn’t anything like that.

“What?”

“He said we’ve been doing this almost nonstop for years and that he needs time to go home and breathe.”

“Oh my god.” I muttered, hand pushing the hair from my face. “Have you guys been talking about it all day? Is that what you just said?”

“Yeah; he just announced it at breakfast this morning and then just kinda shut himself in his room. He missed all the recording we were meant to be doing today. I don’t even know if he’s gonna come to the show tonight.”

“What are the others saying about it?”

“Liam and Niall seem to having some sort of existential crisis about it. But honestly I’ve never seen Louis so angry before in my life.” As he spoke his words seemed to become more and more strained.

“And you?” I spoke after he finished.

“What about me?”

“How do you feel about it?” His sniffles told me all I really needed to know but he did speak up after a minute.

“God I feel so conflicted.” His tone was a mixture of frustration, sadness and pure disappointment. I didn’t speak, allowing him time to continue. “This is like... the best thing that’s ever happened to me; this opportunity to go around doing things I love in different parts of the world, meeting fans, you know? And yeah, of course I understand the pressure he’s going on about; we’ve been putting out an album basically every year since X-Factor, but at the same time, it doesn’t feel like a chore - it’s something I want to do. It’s something we all want to do!” Pause. “Well, I thought we all wanted to do it.” He added quietly. I really felt at a loss for words. I’d never heard Harry sound so manic before and I worried what would come of this new situation.

“Are you coming home?” I asked.

“N-no. Well, at least, I don’t think we are. I think it’s just him.” Another silence came over the phone. I really didn’t know what to say to him that would make it any better. “Baby...” Harry trailed off.

“Yeah?”

“Can you come? I just... I just really need you here right now.” I could hear him feverishly fighting back tears.

“Do you want me to come?”

“Yeah...” It almost sounded like a child, desperately calling for the comfort of his mother.

“Of course I can, my love. I’ll get there as soon as I can.”

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I managed to get a late night flight out that same day, getting me in the next day, early morning for his timezone. The hours on the plane seemed to pass at a snail’s pace; I couldn’t contact Harry; I couldn’t see if there was any news about anything for that period of time - only fuelling my anxiety at the situation.

Finally, though, the plane landed and I was able to get into the airport, through immigration and retrieve my bag without too much delay. My knee nervously bounced against the floor of the car the entire ride towards the hotel. Harry had already notified the reception that I was to be arriving, so they gave me a key to the room without trouble. I almost ran to the lift, pressing the button about four times; as if it somehow sped up the process.

I scanned the numbers on the walls next to the doors as I made my way down the corridor; I was pretty sure that this entire floor was dedicated to the boys and their extensive team, but I wasn’t about to waste time knocking on a million different doors. As I came closer to the end of the corridor I could hear shouting from inside room 803. I quickly glanced down at my phone, open on the text Harry had sent me with the information for the hotel.

‘Mine is 803, they should give you a key but I’ll leave it open for you xxx’

I huffed out a breath, pulling my small suitcase to a stop as I reached out for the door-handle. Before I could pull it, however, the door swung open and a red faced Niall was stood in front of me.

Since 2011 Niall had become one of my best friends. A part from Harry (obviously) he was the one I was closest to in the band. We shared many things and I’d often been the one he called for advice on girls, or even held him (in a purely platonic way, of course) as he cried about his most recent heartbreak. He’d also been my shoulder to cry on in the times Harry and I experienced a particularly tough fight and was always willing to help both of us out in any way he could. His surprise to be met with me was evident in the way he spoke my name.

“Hey.” He cleared his throat, rubbing his palm roughly against his face. “I guess you’ve heard, then?” He asked, stepping to the side to allow me to enter the room, seeming to have forgotten about his departure of the space.

“Yeah.” I nodded in sympathy, reaching out to rub a soothing hand up and down his arm.

“I just can’t fucking believe he could do this.” Harry came into my view as Niall spoke, his eyes red rimmed.

“He’s just stressed, I’m sure he’ll come round. Just let him go home for a few days and cool off.” I suggested, walking towards Harry to pull him into a hug.

“Let him go home?” Niall repeated.

“She doesn’t know, Niall. She’s just got here.” Harry speaks, voice croaky.

“Don’t know what?” I asked, keeping my arms around Harry’s middle as I pulled away enough to look up at him.

“He’s gone.”

“Gone?” I spoke Niall’s words again, looking between the two men in the room in utter confusion. “What do you mean he’s gone?” Harry pulled away, taking my hand to lead me towards the sofa in the room as Niall pushed the door closed and followed us. Harry and I sat, legs touching, on the sofa as Niall sunk down into the chair opposite.

“Well you know that I said he just made the announcement at breakfast yesterday?” Harry asked, leaning back in the cushions, arm slung over the back of the furniture behind me. I nodded, urging him to continue. “He just stayed in his room pretty much all of yesterday; he spoke to Lou before the rest of us left for the show, he didn’t come, even though he said he would.”

“He was gone by the time we got back.” Niall finished.

“Oh my god.” I breathed, my head falling into my hands. “Well what the hell does that mean?”

“We don’t know.” Harry replied. Both men looked in a right state; I wouldn’t be surprised if they told me neither of them had a wink of sleep last night. Both of their hair, usually pretty immaculate, was now roughly sticking out every which way as if they’d been pulling and pushing at it in frustration.

“Has any of his family said anything?” I asked. “Perrie?”

They shook their heads in reply, looking down sorrowfully. Suddenly the door was pushed open and one of their body guards walked in.

“Sorry to interrupt,” He started, shooting me an acknowledging nod. “There’s been some... developments.”

“What developments?” Niall asked.

“I think you should just come into Liam’s room, there’s a meeting.” He said, refusing to say anything and standing to the side of the door, watching the three of us.

“I’ll stay here.” I offered, watching Harry and Niall get up.

“No, come.” Harry said, holding his hand out. I took it, following him as he pulled me towards him, his hand at the small of my back as we were led by Niall out of the room. Collectively we muttered a ‘thanks’ to the man holding the door open as we went to the room three doors down.

“One sec,” I said, feeling my phone vibrate in my back pocket. “I’ll meet you in there.” I slipped it out, giving them an encouraging smile and nod before answering it - not looking at who the caller was. “Hello?” I was answered by someone crying out my name. “Perrie?” Harry stopped, reaching out and grabbing Niall’s arm to stop him continuing into the room as they both spun around to watch me.

“It’s Z-Zayn.” She continued to cry.

“What’s happened? Has he made it home?” I asked, exchanging a worried look with Harry. As I spoke, Louis, Liam and their tour manager emerged from the room, all standing and watching me.

“What’s going on?” Liam whispered. Niall quickly explained.

“He just texted me. He said he’s back in London, but he said that was it. He wasn’t going back. The band is over for him. And so are we!” She hiccuped between each sentence, her explanation laced with sobs. My heart seemed to come to a juddering holt at her words.

“The band’s over? What do you mean? You’re over?”

“He’s called off the wedding!”

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I sat in Liam’s room next to Harry as their tour manager explained the situation. “So he’s quit?” Louis asked after what felt like an eternity of silence between the seven of us. It was evident in his ton and body language it was taking every fibre in his body not to rage.

“What the fuck?” Niall cried, face falling into his palms. His shoulders were shaking, showing us that his tears were falling. Liam moved to sit on the arm of his chair, pulling him into a hug, but it was clear he himself was fighting tears.

“And he’s broken up with Perrie?” Liam confirmed, looking between me and their manager. We both nodded.

I was absolutely stunned. I didn’t know what was going on. The last twenty four hours and been a rollercoaster, a whirlwind, going from one thing to the next in what felt like a flash.

“Christ... I can’t believe this.” Louis said. It hadn’t gone unnoticed to me that Harry remained silent. I turned my head to look at him; he seemed to be in a sense of shock. I gently squeezed the hand that was in mine.

“Haz...” I prodded quietly, my other hand rubbing up and down his thigh gently.

“Can we go?” He croaked, averting eye contact.

“Um... I think we’ll be right back.” I spoke up, standing and waiting for Harry to follow. The other seemed to have an unspoken understanding; all feeling this sense of numbness and loss. We made our way back to Harry’s room in silence. I pushed the door shut behind us, watching cautiously as Harry went straight to the bed and almost fell onto it, his gaze staring up at the ceiling. I slowly approached him, laying beside him without a word. Both of his hands were sort of cupped around his mouth, eyes welling with tears.

“Come here, baby.” I whispered, pulling his body into mine as he let out a choked sob. His head rested on my chest as I wrapped him in my arms. Soon more sobs escaped his mouth, morphing into an almost continuous cry as his body shook. “Shhh, my love, it’s okay. You’re gonna be okay. Just let it out.” I spoke gently into his hair as I kissed the back of his head. With each passing moment my heart was breaking more and more. Never had I seen him like this and it saddened me to no end.

About half an hour had gone passed where he had uttered no words or sounds. “Thank you,” His voice was hoarse and muffled into my jumper.

“What for, my darling?”

“For coming, for being here. For just... being you.” He whimpered. I sniffled, a couple of my own tears falling from my eyes.

“Of course.” I replied, squeezing him gently. “Of course.”

Neither of us knew what was going to follow this day; would the band continue? Would this be the end of the road for all of them? All I did know was that as long as Harry and I were together, we could weather any storm thrown our way, because we loved each other, supported each other, unconditionally.

#harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles angst #harry styles fluff #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #one direction #one direction imagines

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fushiguromi · 3 years

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chasing butterflies — akaashi keiji

synopsis: akaashi keiji has been your crush ever since but you don’t have enough courage to confess because he always put up this image that he’s serious about life and don’t have time to enter a relationship

pairing: akaashi x fem!reader

genre: fluff; college au

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You scanned the room as fast as you could, trying to take it all in. You were in your school library, with stacks of books towering towards the tall ceiling.

You looked at the row after row of perfectly lined books with their spines facing outward, color-coded with labels, and a section of fiction organized in alphabetical order.

You ran your fingers off the spine of each book. You had just finished reading a book so you planned to get another to read and you always love how they smelled; old, dry, and musky.

They felt real, even if the stories inside of them weren't true.

Your hands are on your waist as you look at the top row of the bookshelf. Letting out a sigh, you looked around to check if there's anything that can help you to get the book you want.

But there was nothing, so you have no choice but to look hopelessly at the book on the top shelf.

Trying your best to reach the book, you stood on your tiptoes. But even though you tried to reach it, you still can’t. The book was really out of your reach.

You started to feel frustrated. You still need to attend your club in 30 minutes.

Since you had no much time left, you decided to look out if the librarian was walking around because you will take desperate measures for this.

When you saw the librarian sitting peacefully on her seat, you began your plan.

You stepped on the second row of the shelf and lifted yourself from the ground. Your hands and legs were shaking because if you will not be careful you will slip and fall.

But you were already unsteady and your left hand had to let go of the shelf to get the book above you that was already on your reach.

“What book are you trying to get?”

A deep and familiar voice startled you. You immediately removed yourself from the bookshelf slipping and losing your balance. You almost fell on the ground but an arm caught you.

You instantly look at the person who grabbed you. You were more surprised when you find out who the person was.

It’s Akaashi Keiji!

His face was only a few centimeters away from yours. You could feel his breath on your cheek. It was like a scene from a movie where the leading guy saved the girl and ever since that day, they would often hang-out and they will turn into friends to lovers.

Your thoughts ran wild because of the romance books you’ve read and your cheeks blushed because of the embarrassment. You averted your face and hoping that he didn’t see the rush of heat on your cheeks.

You quickly fix and distance yourself from him. The silence inside the library caused you to hear your heartbeat loudly but it was impossible to tame your heart, especially when you were in front of your long time crush.

“I'm sorry,” he apologize. “I just want to help you because you were having a hard time reaching for the book.”

“Uhm, i-it’s okay.” you slightly stuttered because of the nervousness.

His lips curled upwards before he quickly glanced at the top of the bookshelf and looked at you.

“I’ll get it for you.” Akaashi effortlessly pulled the book out of the shelf. He’s always been a gentleman.

“Here you go,” he said with a smile.

“Thank you.” You replied and received the book from him.

“You’re welcome.” He gently said.

“Akaashi!”

You were interrupted by a guy’s loud whisper. Akaashi’s head turned to look at the guy and you also look who’s calling him.

You were not surprised when you got to see the guy. It was Bokuto who intruded on the scene you were having with Akaashi.

He’s waving his two hands at Akaashi and smiling widely, but he hesitated when he saw you peek on Akaashi’s shoulder.

Bokuto tilted his head, stared at you, and smiled teasingly. His eyebrows are going up and down and you just stared at him confused.

“Aha! This is the reason why you are late for our class!” He crossed his arms and Akaashi just rolled his eyes.

You were standing there frozen and don’t know what to do because of these two attractive men.

“Let’s go. They are already calling out for the attendance and I asked the professor that I was going to the comfort room but I was really looking for you.” Bokuto said while stealing a glance to you.

“Okay. Just one sec,” Akaashi seriously said and looked at you again. “Sorry again about earlier uhm..” he looked down at your I.D. “Y/n.”

Akaashi walked beside his friend and looked at you, “well, see you around.” He smiled for the last time before he turned around to leave with Bokuto.

You found yourself unconsciously smiling and looked at the book you were holding. You left the library to go to your club.

After that short encounter with Akaashi, you felt like daydreaming every day and hoping you’ll see him again.

While you were staring at the window of your classroom, you saw Akaashi and his teammates passed by and his blue-green eyes met yours.

He gently smiled and walked away with his friends. Once again, you were shocked because he smiled!

You can feel your heart racing because of the familiar face of your crush. After your class, you went to the library again to returned the book you borrowed from last week.

As you entered the place, you immediately spotted Akaashi reading a book with his glasses on in the corner of the library. You returned first the book before you walked towards him.

“Hey,” you softly said and take a seat beside him. He looked up to you.

“Oh, hey, y/n.” He mumbled and continue to read the book he's holding.

You looked at him amused because even though you disturbed him, he still continued to read.

As you stared at him, he looked at you, “stop staring..” he shyly said and averted his eyes.

You softly laughed at him and nodded, “okay, I’ll just read too.” You told him and read the book you were holding.

Minutes had passed and you felt someone staring at you, Akaashi averted his gaze and wandered his eyes around.

“Stop staring..” you teased him by saying the same exact line and tone he used at you earlier.

You saw his ears turned bright red and he just bit his lip.

“Sorry... you were just too focus on the book. It’s mesmerizing.” You were stunned because of his straightforward remark. You looked at him as if you just saw a ghost.

“H-huh? Really?” You asked him and he looked so shy.

“Of course, every time someone looks so focus on what they are reading, it amazes me.” You slightly smiled and nod your head.

You looked at the book you were holding. Being shy because of the wrong thoughts that came up to your mind.

“Are you always staring at someone who reads?” You asked and chuckled to hide the embarrassment.

His eyes widened because of the sudden question, “Oh! Not everyone. Uh... just you.” He turned his head to the side to avert your gaze, but the sudden rosiness of his cheeks gave him away.

“What do you mean by that, Akaashi?” You don’t want to assume but the stupid heart of yours keeps racing.

“Well, you are really beautiful and... Almost everyone has a crush on you. Even the higher year.” He explained while sitting up straight.

“I’m not sure about that. My crush doesn’t even like me back.” The words slipped from your mouth and you bit your tongue to prevent it from spilling some secrets.

“Oh, you like someone?” For a second you saw his mood became sour. You don't want to assume so you just shrugged it off.

“Yeah, I kind of like him for a long time now.” You indirectly confessed to him.

He nodded slowly, “who’s the lucky guy?” You can feel your heart beating so fast when he asked that.

“His name is Keiji..” you trailed off, looking at his reaction but he just stared at you.

Until he realizes that his name was Keiji, his eyes slightly widened and looked at you with a glow in his eyes.

“You like me?” He asked smiling widely at you and you chuckled because of his cute reaction. You nodded at him shyly.

“Well, too make this short, I like you too, Y/n.” It's your time to be surprised by his confession and you felt your heart beating so fast.

He’s so blunt sometimes that it makes your heart go wild.

He crossed his arms and stared at you, “You have nothing to say?”

“How am I supposed to let out my reaction if we’re both on the library?” You whispered loudly and attempted to hide your face behind the book you were holding.

You looked away and finds a distraction at the library, Akaashi hangs back, allowing your time to compose yourself, fighting back the smile that wants to break out.

Akaashi pushed his chair closer to you and when the proximity is not enough, he pulled your chair closer to his and put his arm on the backrest of the chair.

He started at you while his gaze is soft and doesn't drop his eyes for a moment.

“Stop looking.. I’m shy.” You tried to push his face to the side but he catches your hand.

“Don’t be shy now, you just confessed to me.” You glared at him.

“How do you stay so calm? Hello? As you said I confessed to you,” he chuckled and pursed his lips.

“I’m not calm.” You looked at his posture while frowning.

“You are! It seems like I do not affect you.” You pouted.

“You have no idea how much you affect me, it was like being seen after endless darkness.” You feel the romantic excitement in your body because of his words.

“I’m afraid to confess to you because it seems like you‘re a heartbreaker and have no time for a relationship.” You fiddled your fingers while you roamed your eyes.

He chuckled, “a heartbreaker? Well, I’ve rejected some because I don’t like them but who said I have no time?” You gasped and looked at him.

“A lot of students said that,” he sighed and shook his head.

“If I really like the girl I’ll find time for her.” You pursed your lips and smiled.

“What about us now?” You bravely asked.

“We can take it slow.” Akaashi smiled.

He smirked. He holds your hand under the desk and resumed to read the book.

You’ve never been so happy. Maybe, life really works that way. Unpredictable and uncontrollable.

You looked at Akaashi who’s now reading a book again. Unconsciously, you smiled. He turned his head towards you and smiled at you, too.

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sweetdeathwrites · 5 years

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Summary: Holiday shopping is always stressful, but somehow, Gokudera managed to finish shopping even with the added responsibilities of his duties as right hand man to Tsuna and the organization of the annual Vongola-Varia holiday party. Still, Gokudera can't shake the feeling that he's missing something... and he hates not knowing.

[23 year old!Gokudera Hayato/Reader] Warnings: angst, doubt, self-hatred, guilt.... the full package baby! plus some sexual innuendo/referenced sexual situations

Word Count: 6,253

(reposted [crossposted? idk what that means...] from my Luna/AO3 account!)

(Original author’s note and details:

[a gift for dark_wing19 in the 2018 Holiday Fic Trade!! Happy Holidays and I hope you enjoy!] A/N: Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas if you celebrate that, and Happy New Year! This was so incredibly fun to write and I never really pegged myself as the type of person to enjoy writing holiday fic!! I mention a few times about the Vongola having a Holiday party instead of a Christmas party because I wanted to be respectful of all readers, but also because don’t you think the Vongola would do just that?? I can imagine the Vongola and Varia getting into arguments about how to celebrate everyone’s holidays without having multiple parties because, as we all know, parties that extend well into hundreds of people are no doubt expensive, but more importantly, the Vongola and Varia are very busy people! And all that plane fare for those groups going from one place to the other?? That would just break the bank! I like to imagine the top bosses (yes, I’m including Dino) gathering together and deciding that they will all have one big party together, and celebrate every holiday and religious day that occurs within the season! I think the bosses can be very reasonable when it comes to parties. This fic is for dark_wing19!! I’m really sorry about the wait, I had this almost done by Dec 24th and planned to post on Christmas but time got away from me and blah blah blah… It IS still technically within the deadline so I hope you didn’t wait too long! I tried to use all prompts, “In search of the perfect gift,” “All I want for Christmas is you,” “Sometimes the best gifts aren’t materialistic,” and “It’s the thought that counts!”. Hope you enjoy it! It got weirdly angsty for a hot sec so sorry about that lol I imagine Gokudera and the gang are older in here, but not quiet 10YL! Yet. Maybe they’re 23?)

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It’s that time of the year again. Bells are ringing, children play in the freshly fallen snow, and the storefronts sparkle with unbeatable, slashed deals. It’s twilight, and Christmas trees and light decorations shine warmly in nearby parks, leaving the general feeling of contentedness twisting in the air. Couples walk down the street, arm in arm, blushing with a gentle passion as their little intimate bubbles of love remain unburst by the slow muddle of foot traffic. The one, teensy, ashen little smudge on the eve of the most magical time of the year is currently pushing against traffic, through lovebirds who squawk in protest and annoyance, and stepping in wide arcs much too harshly, crunching and slushing freshly fallen snow. Children complain and some throw feeble snowballs, but they all miss (did they want to deal with the consequences of if, by some terrible, unlikely miracle, they hit him?). Big, poisonous clouds of smoke curl out from his nostrils like some sort of fairy tale dragon, and lovers and young ones alike know to stay clear from him. This man is Gokudera Hayato.

Gokudera has his mind on other things, though. Right now, he’s thinking of his boss and friends– the people he’s been calling his family for years. He’s marking down everyone he’s gotten presents for and which gift wrap would suit them the best (because of course he’s going to color code them– how could he not?), all the while shouldering his way back to his shared apartment with you. Finally, his gift shopping was over! It was long and hard, with a famiglia as big as his, but the famous Smoking Bomber got through it all, even if he was cutting it a little close to the deadline! Confident in his memory, Gokudera checks his mental list (more than twice, in fact) to be sure everyone is accounted for. He is proud of himself for this, which isn’t something he can say about everything he does.

“Tsuna’s got a new watch, tie, and cologne set… Baseball idiot has a gift card to that stupid milk-based snack store and knife sharpening stones… Even Turf-Top has tickets to a boxing tournament… Lambo… that kid’s got candy… Who else…?” Gokudera murmurs to himself as he trods home, weary and eager to put down the multitude of bags that have been digging pale, red indents into his skin for the past few hours, cutting off circulation and making his already sour attitude almost unbearable. Gokudera hoists the paper straps higher up his forearms and regrips the about dozen in his hands with a new intensity: just a few more minutes and he would be home. Home with you– a hot chocolate in his hands, some soft holiday music playing in the background, and a blanket wrapped around him and the most lovely little minx he’s ever seen in his life: you! By now, the pile of presents under the Holiday tree (named so, by all of the Vongola to respect every member’s religion and beliefs!) must be taller than the tree itself!

Gokudera has hardly had a second to take for himself in the past few weeks, consumed by business and his duties as Tsuna’s right hand man, not to mention organizing the Vongola Holiday Hullabaloo (named by popular vote in order to be truly inclusive, and also, perhaps to be just the slightest bit silly. Gokudera can’t say it with a serious face. The Vongola family uses every possible chance to make him say it.) single handedly. Maybe the single handedly part was Gokudera’s own fault, as he stubbornly refused help from anyone… But besides that, and the gift buying, Gokudera sighs with the relief that comes from finally finishing all his tasks. Now that he has a second to himself, Gokudera can’t help but wonder what may lie under the Holiday tree for him… Maybe you got him some new jewelry, or perhaps a piece of technology from Giovanni that would allow him to modify his boxes with even more firepower! Or maybe a coupon for a couple’s massage excursion– no, a full on spa day together? With that thought, Gokudera takes a deep, slow breath.

Calm down, boy, he thinks to himself, Don’t get excited over what you don’t know.

In truth, Gokudera has been rather stressed lately. He misses the time he had, before this chaotic season, that he spent with you.

In his thoughts, everything seems perfect. Gokudera’s fantasizing about hurrying home and collapsing in your arms is a bit dramatic– what else can be expected of him?– but there’s something bothering him… Something at the back of his mind that just gnaws and gnaws until suddenly, but building ever so slowly, there are big holes of anxiety in his brain like swiss cheese. What the hell is missing?

“Shit,” Gokudera mumbles. He finally moves away from impeding pedestrian traffic and finds a small bench where he can rest his feet for a bit, but more importantly, riffle through his purchases. He feels like something’s missing. It’s a feeling he absolutely hates.

“Tsuna, Yamamoto, Ryohei, Lambo, Mukuro and Chrome, Hibari, Kyoko, Haru, Big Sis, some smaller stuff for the Varia… A box of chocolates for Tsuna’s Maman… Reborn…”

The more Gokudera digs through dozens of paper bags, the harder a feeling of emptiness sets in. His brow furrows as he counts every gift once more, grinding the butt of his nearly smoked out cigarette between his teeth.

What the hell is missing?

Feeling the frustration build, he pulls out his pack and lights another cigarette, rubbing out the used one on the bench. Gokudera fumbles around in his winter coat for a lighter he knows is in there and bites the fresh cigarette between his teeth. After coming up empty, he drops the rest of the bags the were weighing on his wrists to search his other pocket– he knows he has his lighter in there somewhere!

Gokudera’s fingers find it in the downy inner pocket of the overcoat, next to a small, but very important box that he’s kept in there for a few months, blunt nails bumping against smooth plastic that he’s so familiar with. The muscles around his mouth tug in what you, his darling beloved would call a slight smile; strangers that hurriedly pass him might call it different. The hunched man seated on a bench in the snow, surrounded by too many bags for a single man to carry, glaring pure heat indiscriminately at everything that moves would be more inclined to call that a grimace, or less politely, a full out snarl. However, the relief and joy Gokudera feels just grabbing the lighter make him feel like he’s walking on Cloud Nine.

He pulls it out, strikes the mechanism, and takes a long huff of that little stick of poison. The lighter is pink and covered with worn (or the term Gokudera prefers, “well loved”) stickers of kitties and hearts and cream puffs. You gave it to him on your one-year anniversary, before you realized how much of a problem his smoking habit was and how dangerous the consequences of smoking were. By your second shared anniversary, you totally denounced smoking and your previous gift, instead urging him to wean himself off and maybe start using nicotine patches, or get on prescriptions to help him off smoking.

Gokudera smiles at your concern, and with your help he’s been able to significantly reduce how much he smokes. But old habits die hard and he needs some instant relief right now. Taking another puff and feeling the nicotine swim in his lungs, filling him with a familiar sense of ease, he can’t help but feel little wiggling worm of guilt for smoking not just one, but two cigarettes in a single day. It’s been stressful, he tries to placate himself. Gokudera wonders how you’ll take the strong smell of ash on his mouth when you kiss him to welcome him home.

You kissing him is one of his favorite activities to do with you– among many others– and he wonders if you’ll abstain from that lovely affection again like you did when he last smoked this much in a day…

He doesn’t want to miss out on a single moment of your love.

Of a single moment of you.

Gokudera shakes off the build of ash that collects on the red tip of the cigarette. A little bead of recognition is rolling up into his brain, slowly, so very slowly… He takes another long puff and goes cross eyed watching that little scarlet circle rush towards the filter…

You.

“SHIT!” Gokudera vaults off the park bench, startling several passersbys and some mothers cover their children’s ears. Caring nothing for the delicate sensibilities of the general public, Gokudera scoops up all his purchases and runs back into the fray of holiday shopping in a panic.

A million gift ideas have come and gone through his head through the entire month of December, and for that whole month he’s pondered and entertained the idea of gifts, then rejected it with thoughts of “No, that’s too cheesy” or “Can’t get them that, that’s way overdone,” only to eventually forget that he failed to get you anything at all.

Gokudera feels overly warm in his winter coat– suddenly, he remembers you were the one to buy it for him and why was it that you seemed to buy him all his favorite things?– and all around him it seems shops are closing their doors and turning over their cursive “We’re Open!” signs.

He runs up to a glassware store with tea sets in the display window– you like tea cups and those cute little spoons, right?– just as a teenaged employee turns off the display lights. He meets eyes with the teen and there must be a wild desperation in his eyes because she reaches for the lock on the door to let him in, but a yell from behind the young worker causes her to jump and turn away from Gokudera.

His heart is pumping loud enough he can hear it in his ears and feel the pulse high in his throat as he silently begs that something just fell over in the store. No managers here, no siree.

To his greatest dismay, the girl turns back to him, with the deepest pity in her eyes, and her hand falls away from the lock. Green eyes are reflected back to Gokudera in the glass door and he sees just how pale and panicked he looks. Through that, the girl in the closed store frowns and shakes her head slowly– no, and I’m sorry.

Breath shakily falls out of Gokudera’s lungs and a hot burn touches his lip and he spits the cigarette he forgot he was smoking to the ground. With a groan, he touches his lip to find it tender, most likely slightly burnt. But he has no time for that. He stomps out the cigarette, in case it didn’t fizzle out in the snow, and turns heel to run around the shopping plaza against, in the desperate hope that some store, any store, is open for him to get you a gift that isn’t absolutely terrible.

He sees a lingerie store across the plaza with its lights still on. Should he… Does he dare?... No time to find out, Gokudera thinks, as he shuffles as fast as he can to the store, the bags around him making the loudest and most embarrassing sound he’s ever heard in his life.

It’s the sound of the dumbest boyfriend in the whole fucking world.

He’s fifty feet away when he considers what sort of boyfriend he is to buy you lingerie for a holiday. On one hand, it’s a sweet, sexy gift that you can wear whenever you want, and he knows you enjoy that. On the other, isn’t it selfish of him to buy you lingerie? After all, you’ll probably be wearing it for him, and in most cases, for hardly ten minutes at a time. Wouldn’t this be more of a gift for him?

He’s thirty five feet away when he considers that, hey, maybe if you don’t like it, he wouldn’t be the worst boyfriend in the world. You would have something as a gift and he could always get you an apology bouquet of roses (“Sorry, I Fucked Up” written in sad, loopy cursive) and a box of bourbon chocolates. Maybe a stuffed animal to boot. Maybe it’s a nice, sexy way of saying how much he loves you, and how much he loves you in the more… physical sense, too.

No, Hayato shakes his head, that’s so stupid.

He’s twenty feet away when he wonders if they have anything in his size. You get dressed up to impress him all the time– why shouldn’t he as well? When you wear anything with lace and silk he feels all hot under the collar… Why can’t he do the same for you? He’s not entirely sure how you would react to him in a lacy bralet and some thigh highs, but if past experience has told him anything, it is more than likely you would pounce on him before he could say anything witty as a hello.

Not even “Is that a gun or are you just happy to see me?” Gokudera thinks to himself in a delirious, out of body way. Nope. Not even that.

“Is it hot in here or is it just you?”

No go, buddy,

“Hello, gorgeous?”

Sure, why not say it with a rose between your teeth, too?

He’s ten feet away when he thinks that, yes, purchasing lingerie for himself would be a nice present for you– maybe he could get a nice red velvet number with a white fur trim to match yours. The emotional bonding of two people, simply lounging around and being in love in lingerie must be rather significant. That skin-to-skin contact, the intimate traces of silk, lace, latex, or even leather?.. That must truly send a shock up the spine, right? It does for him, when you sit on his lap in teasing, almost see-through netting, in that fiery red color of his flame. And with the both of you in lingerie, what sort of gaudy opulence is that!

He’s five feet away when, all on board with his plan, in his mind the most significant barrier to his plan is the size restrictions all stores have. He’s not sure if men’s lingerie even exists, but that’s no matter to him. Gokudera is fully worried on whether or not he can fit the women’s sizes that this store provides. The holiday season must have wiped most of the sophisticated styles from the racks. He can deal with looking a little racy, but will he be able to fit the sizes? Gokudera doesn’t think he has enough time to get his bra sized, or if they even have his band size in stock. If they don’t have any bras that fit him, he supposes he’ll have to settle for a teddy or some sort of sexy contraption that fits around his chest loosely. For the bottoms… Well, he’s seen the underwear you have for special occasions and what’s on display in this shop, and frankly? The goal of the underwear doesn’t seem to be to conceal, so Gokudera thinks he will be fine in whatever he chooses. And he knows you have some lovely garters and stockings he can fit; from previous experiences, both of some sexy, but also of some simply curious endeavors.

He knows he has some high heels that he can wear as well– these are from a mission he had to cooperate with the Varia– Lussuria, in particular– that ended in satisfaction but the details of the mission are things he would rather not remember or talk about. In the end, though, he learned that Lussuria is not as unbearable as he originally thought, that Lussuria might actually be a pretty good friend, and that Gokudera looks damn good as a woman.

Gokudera is standing right in front of the store, face almost pressed to the glass, when he realizes that it is closed and the lights are simply a festive, though confusing, decoration choice. Shit.

The walk back to that sad little park bench is slow and each step fills him with a pitting sense of dread that makes his feet feel they’re chained. Yellow light flickers above him and casts Gokudera’s shadow long and mourning, as the lamp post seems to feed off of his dilemma. Gokudera’s palms press into his too warm eyes and he is completely at a loss for what to do next.

A sudden buzz in his pants pocket scares him out of his misery before he realizes it’s a phone call. After he realizes it’s a phone call, he’s even more scared. He’s sliding the cell out of his pocket when a million thoughts rush through his mind. What if it’s you? Would he lie? No, sweetheart, I have everything under control, don’t worry about a thing. I’m just the absolute worst boyfriend in the world– nothing you didn’t already know. Love you, be home soon.

It’s Tsuna. Gokudera moans in relief and answers.

“Hey, Gokudera, how’s the Hullabaloo coming along?”

“BOSS!” Gokudera shouts into the receiver. A small noise of pain meets him from the other side.

“Y-Yeah?”

“I’m…” hesitation pulls at the right hand man’s voice, “in a bit of a situation.”

Tsuna finally gets the full story out of Gokudera nearly ten minutes later, with many pauses for apologizes and his best friend agonizing about how he forgot the love of his life’s present. Silence falls over the phone when Gokudera takes a deep breath after his explanation.

“Well,” Tsuna’s voice is light and tinny over the call, “you do actually have a present.”

“What?” Gokudera’s brow furrows and his fingers twitch in the craving for another cigarette.

His boss laughs, not condescending, but in a way that gives Gokudera the sense that he’s missing something. And that is a feeling that Gokudera hates very much. Gokudera pulls out the cigarette carton: damn the consequences, he’ll have as many as he wants tonight.

“Hayato,” Tsuna says, “you have a ring.”

At that, all the blood drains from Gokudera’s face leaving him as pale as the snow that surrounds him. Now he really needs a cigarette.

Gokudera swallows and clears his throat after a pause that was longer than it needed to be. “S-So?” he says, and shakily lights what’s clenched too tight between his teeth. It lights but Gokudera doesn’t seem to feel any warmth from it.

“So? So, Hayato, you’ve been sitting on this for months. No, it’s closer to a year now, isn’t it?”

“Well, I– it’s more complicated than that– y-you see–”

“Hayato, you’ve been giving me excuses for months.” A tired sigh comes over the receiver and a quiet moment passes where Gokudera’s eyes lift. Now all the stores are closed and empty. A light, thin snowfall hides footprints just barely and lights in apartment buildings start to disappear. It’s late. He hopes that you’re sleeping, but he hopes even more that you waited for him so he wouldn’t miss holding you close in bed on such a special evening.

“I think it’s time.” Tsuna isn’t pressuring. Tsuna is concerned.

Gokudera takes a big suck from the cigarette and watches the heat from his breath and the nicotine tinged smoke rise white against the dark, velvet lined sky. His voice comes out weak. “I’m not ready.”

“Are you? Are you really?”

Gokudera closes his eyes and buries his head in his hands, fingers pulling at his soft silver hair, the hair you love to run your hands through and wash and brush for him.

“I don’t think I can do it.”

Tsuna snorts, “Of course you can!”

“I’m afraid.”

At that, Tsuna quiets. No one speaks. The man he trusts so implicitly and so completely, the man he found most capable in the world, the man who was his first friend– how could he doubt himself so? How can Tsuna help his best friend when he can’t help himself?

But he can.

They aren’t fourteen anymore. They’re grown. Tsuna has matured into a fine mafia boss, fitting for the Vongola. Fitting for his family. Tsuna is a man now.

“Hayato,” he begins, “it’s okay to be afraid. This is a big commitment. You’ve been thinking about this for years, saving up to buy a ring. Turning it over in your hands at night, right? When you think they’re sleeping and you’re just torn apart by it?” Gokudera laughs softly in reply. His boss– his best friend knows him so well.

“It’s okay to be scared,” Tsuna continues, tone growing rough over the phone. “But don’t you ever fucking say that you’re not ready.”

Gokudera almost swallows his cigarette in shock, choking on the smoke. He can count the times Tsuna has said “fuck” on his fingers. Maybe he would have to use his toes too, but Tsuna hasn’t really sworn much since they were handed their high school diplomas and threw fringed caps in the air.

“Do you think you would have bought a ring if you weren’t ready? That you would have come to ask my blessing, which you’ve always had, if you weren’t ready? Hayato, there’s not a day that goes by that I don’t see love in you. It’s in the way you talk, I can see it in the way you hold yourself. Your eyes, Hayato, I see that love there. It’s not just my intuition, it’s a fact. Don’t you ever doubt yourself about that.”

Gokudera, floored, immediately apologizes, assuming his position as right hand man and subordinate. “I-I’m so sorry, Boss, I didn’t mean–”

“For the love of god, Hayato, shut up!” Tsuna yells, “Don’t disrespect me like this! Don’t disrespect the family like this! Don’t you know how much we believe in you? In your future? How any of us would do anything to help you get a shot at happiness?

“So don’t you dare disrespect us like this. You’re ready, Hayato. Don’t you dare disrespect yourself like this, and don’t you fucking dare disrespect your partner like this.”

The line goes quiet except for Tsuna’s panting and Gokudera doesn’t know what to say.

He’s seen this love for family in Tsuna before, experienced it back in middle school when he almost blew himself to bits to win against the Varia, but it never fails to wipe him out with the depth and sincerity of Tsuna’s love. It’s a love that, to a stranger, could be easily mistaken for rage. But Gokudera is no stranger and he can’t stop the hot tears from spilling over his green eyes, palm pressed firm against his teeth so he Tsuna can’t hear him cry.

“T-Tsuna…” Gokudera manages to croak out, with not much else to say.

“Hayato,” his childhood best friend says in a much quieter voice, “Please stop holding yourself back. You deserve happiness. You’ve protected this family for so long, and we will always protect you… But you deserve to give yourself the chance to start your own family, grow your own happiness. It’s a risk, but please take that chance.”

Tsuna can hear Gokudera sniff on the other side of the line. He smiles.

“Yeah… O-Of course, Tsuna,” Gokudera swallows. “I think I’m ready.”

You’re worried. The clock reads well past midnight and Hayato isn’t home yet.

He left the house in the early afternoon, when the cool winter light hit him so softly and beautifully that you couldn’t help but kiss him goodbye so many times that he had to drag you on the couch and kiss you just as much in return. He promised to try to be home early so that you could bundle up together in front of the fire and plug in the tree lights, pull out hidden presents and put them under the tree. Hayato laughed and said that he wanted to watch holiday movies on the television with you, and yes, even the really awful ones because it was something he said he might actually enjoy if he experienced it with you. He laughs in this soft way around you, a laugh he doesn’t have with anyone else. It’s tender and he has this strange little smile that’s even softer when he looks at you. It could be love. It scared you at first, but you’re certain now, and it’s not so scary when it’s so gentle. You hope it’s love. You love him back.

You’re very worried.

For an hour or three, you passed out in front of the TV in the living room wearing his pajamas that are way too long for you. The spirit of the season made you sentimental, what can you say? But those few hours disoriented you and the sun had long since set. Through the glass windows above the kitchen sink, you can see the snow had started falling again. It had picked up.

Hot chocolate sits on the kitchen counter in lovely holiday mugs that you received as a present one year but the drink has been cool for the better part of an hour now. You don’t feel thirsty with the way things are now.

The small window pane in the front door shakes shrilly in its frame when the wind picks up and you jump. It’s even colder out now. You’re just barely tethering yourself from running headfirst into a panic attack but Hayato hasn’t picked up his phone calls and the last few went straight to voicemail. The house feels bigger without him, lonelier, but so much more claustrophobic as well. It’s the juxtaposition of the fearful, you know, but you can’t quiet those worries of him being stuck somewhere without help, freezing to death in the cold– you should have made him wear those gloves and wrapped that extra cashmere scarf around him as you kissed him goodbye for the second try. What if something bad happened to him? What if the worst happened to him?

You’re nearly burning a hole in the carpet with your pacing, and just as you’re about to call up Tsuna and wake him at an ungodly hour, technically the day of the Vongola Holiday Hullabaloo (you pushed very hard for that name), the front door rattles with the struggle of keys not turning the locks, you all but break down the door.

Gokudera, despite his quiet attempts to enter the house without waking you, curses and can’t seem to get his keys to cooperate and open the damn door. He’s freezing out here, he grumbles to no one in particular. He does say something rather nasty and biting about Jack Frost, though. Maybe the door is so hard to open because his hands are all but pieces of a cadaver with how frozen they are from the elements and refusing his damn gloves you tried to get him to wear earlier, and the combination of the heaviness and multitude of his many shopping bags.

Gokudera gets the shit scared out of him when the door knob flies out of his hand and he’s face to face with the love of his life, who is absolutely pissed the fuck off.

“Hayato!” You hiss, and drag him inside.

He’s startled by your abruptness but you’re wrapped in your favorite blanket from your shared bed and he notices, giddily, you’re wearing his pajamas and they’re just so big on you and you’re just so goddamned cute and–

“I swear! I almost called the cops, Hayato! But I couldn’t, because my man is the bane of their existence, so you know what I was doing? Just worrying my damn head off! If my hair turns gray and all falls out, I’m holding you personally accountable! What were you doing out so late? It’s freezing!” You rant and chastise and shake your head, but you help him put his bags down and take off his coat, putting it over the couch. You take his hands in yours and gasp.

“Jesus, Hayato!” You bring his hands to your mouth and blow hot air on them, rubbing and trying to warm them, “You feel like ice!”

“Tell me about it,” he groans, and leans his full body weight on to you, tipping the both of you over. Luckily, he made sure the couch would be there to catch you.

“Hayato, I’m serious! I was so worried!..” Your voice takes on a wounded edge as you trail away, burying your face into his chest, speckled with stubborn, melting snowflakes. The man above you looks down to see your hair wild from running your hands through it and that makes him uncomfortably guilty. Another feeling he hates, especially when it concerns you.

“Hey, I’m, uh,” he sits up and brings your face up to his. “I’m sorry.”

You don’t say anything but turn your face into his palm and sigh. He smells like ash.

“I lost track of time and Tsuna called me about–” he stops talking. When you look up at him he has a lost, helpless look on him. His hand on your face twitches against your cheek but it doesn’t leave. Hayato clears his throat.

“He, uh, called me about the party tomorrow. Then my phone died, sorry.”

“Hullabaloo,” you remind him, ghost of a smile creeping up your face.

He groans and the atmosphere is suddenly light, and the rest of the room returns in technicolor, high definition, 1080p. The crackle and lovely warm smell of the fireplace greets him and the television plays some god awful Hallmark movie softly. Gokudera finally feels the burn of the cold he’s been out in all night and he bunkers down further on the couch with his arms wrapped around you, pulling you half in his lap and you squeak a bit but don’t protest.

“Whatever,” he grumbles and buries his face in your neck. He missed you.

You squirm in his lap– his nose is cold!– and say, voice full of mischief, “It’s called a Hullabaloo,” and when greeted with another complaint from Gokudera you say more insistently, “What is it called, Hayato, love of my life?”

His hair tickles your neck as he shakes his head and says, in the resigned way only a man that’s hopelessly in love and fighting a losing battle can say–

“Ugh. Fine. It’s a damned Hullabaloo…”

He feels you roll over in his grasp so you straddle his hips and your face is looking up at him, gentle and kind.

“Thank you.”

“You’re not welcome.”

Within a commercial break, Hayato is settled in and donning a new set of sleepwear, snug and warm on the couch, and you have hot chocolate and sugar cookies in spades. He’s got an arm around you and you are all but tangled in him. You can hear his heartbeat in his chest, faster than normal, and it’s concerning but the debacle you were faced for the past few hours has exhausted you and the low, dancing lights from the Christmas tree lull you to a happy sleep. The both of you know you won’t be awake in a few moments.

“Hayato?”

“Yeah, babe?”

He feels your breath warm against his exposed collar and it’s almost as nerve wracking as it is a comfort. He’s all too aware of that little box in his coat, just behind the two of you to his right, slung over the couch. It’s the heaviest little box in the world, he’s sure.

“I was really worried. I thought something happened to you…”

“I know,” Hayato whispers and places a kiss on your temple, petting your hair. “And I’m so sorry. Really.”

“I know,” you reply back in a quiet voice.

You add on, as sleep has made you embarrassingly and so emotionally raw, “All I really want is you, Hayato… ”

The couple on the television kiss and orchestral Christmas music swells: the credits roll to the sound of a remixed, pop version of holiday classics. It’s really a pain to witness. Hayato can tell you’re trying your hardest not to drift away when you ask a question that freezes him up.

“Are you really okay?” you ask, pressing your ear to his chest, mumbling, “Your heart’s beating so fast…”

Gokudera coughs a little, then belatedly hopes that you can’t smell the ash on his breath. He knows you noticed he’s smoked, and smoked a lot, but you haven’t said anything about it. He’s grateful you’ve given him that small mercy.

“Yeah, just, uh,” he sighs, running his hands through your hair, “We can talk about it tomorrow.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Another Hallmark movie begins and the snow outside drifts to the ground, calm and steady. You’ll wake up to a beautiful, snowy Christmas morning, then go to the Vongola-Varia Holiday Hullabaloo (damn you for making him think it…), and be surrounded by friends and family. A truly memorable night indeed.

Your body leans heavily on Hayato and when he’s sure that he’s sure you’re asleep, he carefully reaches behind him, fumbles with his coat, and nearly drops the ring box on your head when he takes it out.

You’re damn right I’m not okay, I’m scared as fuck, he thinks, opening the box and running the flat of his thumb over the smooth parts of the silver ring. He didn’t want to get you anything too gaudy, but it’s still rather dramatic and pretty (just like me, he thinks in a detached humor). He knows you’ll like it. He hopes you’ll love it.

Pressing another kiss to your head, Gokudera takes a deep, steadying breath. Of course you’ll love it, he reminds himself– if Tsuna can see it, it has to be true. He knows, deep down, that you’ve been waiting for this for a long time. You’ve been ready for a long time. He’s finally ready, too. He thinks of a plan, as responsible as he is, but he knows it’ll all go to shit the moment he opens his mouth.

In the morning, you’ll wake up to soft winter light, and Hayato on one knee in front of you in pajamas; you’ll laugh at first, disoriented and sure you’re in a dream. Then he’ll make a little speech, fingers itching for a cigarette and instead occupying one hand on your thigh and one in his pocket, running over the edges of that little box over and over.

You’ll start to get teary, some stupid holiday movie that you love to hate will play in the background, and the lights from the tree will make Hayato look so beautiful, so devastatingly handsome with his heart bared wide open for you like that.

Eventually, you’ll shout yes, and Hayato will cry before you do, and he’s not afraid to admit it. Though Yamamoto will tease him about it, Ryohei will cry too and tell him he’s the most manly guy on the face of the earth. The whole Hullabaloo will be full of congratulations and love, friends and family– and presents.

And Lambo, that son of a bitch, will say, after all that fuss over the ring and marriage, “Wait, the ring is great, but where's the present you got them?"

And Gokudera will knock his lights out– or try his best to.

And you’ll forgive him and kiss him under the mistletoe to calm him down because really, all you want is him.

And the best present he ever could have gotten is you.

Gokudera takes another deep breath, and squeezes the box one more time in his hands before he hides it away safely in his pocket. He kisses your hair one more time before resting his chin on your crown and closing his eyes. Gokudera Hayato falls asleep with a slow burning determination to be the most loving and supportive husband he could possibly be for you. He smiles as he drifts away, dreaming of weddings and honeymoons.

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Bless the Broken Road - 7

The next day, Jack called Jane to ask her how the date went.

“It was great!” she told him. “We had a really nice dinner and great conversation and he walked me to my door at the end of it.”

“And...”

“And that’s it.”

“That’s it?” he questioned.

“Yeah, that’s it. I thought he was going to kiss me, but then he just walked away,” you explained.

“Well, he said he had fun right?”

“Right.”

“Then I don’t think you did anything wrong, he was probably too nervous to do it,” Jack reassured her.

She heard what sounded like a door opening and closing in the background of the call.

“I have to go, my girlfriend just got here,” Jack told her.

“Wait, girlfriend?” Jane questioned, her eyes widening. “I didn’t even know you were seeing anyone.”

“Yeah, um, her name is Ashley.” “Well, I’m happy to hear that. Next time we talk, I need to hear more about this girl, but for now, I’ll let you go.”

“Alright, bye. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Later in the day, Jane was watching movies on her couch when she got another phone call, this time from Reid.

“Hey Spence!” she greeted, moving to sit up more.

“Hey, I was just calling to see what you were up to today,” he told her.

Through the phone, he could hear her tv, “YOU’RE WAND, HARRY!”

“Goblet of Fire?” he asked with a chuckle.

“Yup!” she cheered.

“Anyways, would you be interested in going to the library’s coffee shop after the 10th doctor shows up?”

“Who?”

“David Tennant.”

“Barty Crouch Jr’s in Doctor Who?”

“I guess we haven’t gotten you that far in the series yet...whoops.”

“I’ll let it slide,” she told him with a shrug he couldn’t see. “Coffee sounds great.”

“Great! I’ll be over in 2 hours.”

A little over two hours later, Reid and Jane sat at a table in the coffee shop area of the library.

“This place is nice!” Jane told him, looking around at all the shelves full of books. He nodded in agreement. “Why’d you choose the library’s coffee shop over a regular coffee shop, say the one we both go to before work?”

“I figured this one would be quieter. And this way I could pick up a book or two while we’re here,” he explained.

“A book or two, more like a book or ten,” she laughed.

“Touche,” he chuckled. “So how’s Jack been doing?” he asked.

“He’s been doing well, thanks for asking. Um, I actually talked to him earlier in the day and apparently he has a girlfriend.”

“He didn’t tell you?”

“No. Today was the first time hearing about her and that was only because she had come over to his place. Otherwise, I’m not sure if he would’ve told me about her.”

“Maybe he was waiting to see if things were gonna go well first?” he suggested. Jane shrugged. “If you’re done with your coffee, do you want to walk around and find some books?”

“Yeah, sure!” Jane agreed. They threw away their cups and headed over to peruse the shelves.

After they looked around for a while, Jane spoke. “Speaking of not telling people things, maybe it’s best if we don’t tell the team about us quite yet,” she said.

He turned to look at her. “Us? As in we’re officially an us?”

She smiled. “I mean, yeah if you want to be.”

He stepped closer to her and took her chin in his hand, gently raising it up towards him. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers.

When he pulled away, she grinned and said, “I take it that that’s a yes.” She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him back down for another kiss.

“You know, we do work with a team of profilers,” Reid pointed out as they turned back to look at the books again. “They’re going to find out eventually.”

”I know,” Jane assured him. “But I just don’t want them to make a big deal out of it right now. Can we please keep it a secret for a while?”

”Alright,” he agreed. “We can do that.”

~~~

Around mid-morning on Monday, the team had a case come in. They gathered in the roundtable room and Garcia began the briefing.

“Over the last few months, four women have been found dead on the edge of town in Mt. Juliet, Tennessee. All had signs of sexual assault and had a COD of blunt force trauma to the head,” she shared with the team.

Hotch signaled an end to the briefing after a bit more discussion, telling the team, “Wheels up in 30.”

When the team touched down in Tennessee, Reid and Addison worked together on victimology.

“The UNSUB definitely has a type. Perhaps these women were surrogates for the real object of his frustration, probably an ex-girlfriend,” Jane pondered, examining the photos they had hung on the board.

“Probably,” Reid agreed. “All women were in their twenties and had brown hair with blue eyes..” he trailed off, turning to look at her. She looked a lot like the victims.

After the team delivered the profile, they called it a day and headed out to dinner.

“How’s Henry doing, JJ?” Reid asked, making conversation.

“He’s good! He misses you, you’ll have to come to visit sometime,” JJ replied.

Rossi turned to Hotch and asked, “And what about Jack? How’s he doing?”

“He’s good,” Hotch informed them.

“I didn’t know your son’s name was Jack,” Jane spoke. “That’s my brother’s name.”

“How’s he been doing?” Morgan inquired.

She turned to him. “He’s doing better. He even has a girlfriend now,” she shared. “I promised him that if he gets better and sticks to taking his medication that he could come have dinner with all of us sometime.”

“We’d all love to meet him,” JJ told her. The others nodded in agreement.

After dinner, they all headed back to the hotel for the night. Before heading off to their separate rooms, Reid asked Jane if she wanted to grab coffee in the morning.

“Yeah, sure! I’ll see you then. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

In the morning, the pair met in the lobby to head to coffee. Before they could leave, Rossi entered the room and spotted them.

“Good morning,” he greeted them.

“Good morning,” Jane repeated back to him.

“Are you two heading out to get coffee?”

“Yeah,” Reid confirmed.

“Good. I’ll come with. I’d like to grab some too.”

Together, the three set out to find a local coffee shop. They had some time, so they found a table and sat down for a while.

Spencer looked at Jane from across the table. Rossi sat between them. He gave her a sideways smile as they sat in awkward silence, Rossi completely ignorant to the fact that he had intruded on a date.

After another few minutes of agonizing silence, the three headed to the station to meet with the rest of the team and review the information they had so far. During their review, the sheriff came in to tell them that they just got a call about another girl going missing. Her mother had been the one to report her disappearance.

“Reid and Addison, go talk to the mother. See what you can find out about her,” Hotch ordered.

They grabbed the keys to the SUV and quickly headed out.

The missing girl’s mother let them into her home and invited them to sit down in her living room while they asked her about her daughter.

“Mrs. Scott, is your daughter involved with anyone currently?” Jane asked her.

“No, not right now. But Kali was with a man about five months ago. His name was Corey Jones,” the woman shared.

“Was it serious?” Reid asked.

“Yeah, I believe it was, but she broke it off and he wouldn’t leave her alone. She finally got a restraining order against him a couple months ago. She had to move pharmacies too.”

“Pharmacies?” Jane questioned.

“They worked at the same pharmacy and she had to transfer to a different one to avoid him,” she clarified.

“Which pharmacy was that?”

“The Walgreens one on Lebanon Road.”

The pair stood up. “Alright, thank you for your time, Mrs. Scott.”

They exited the house and headed back to the vehicle. Reid pulled out his phone and called Garcia, putting it on speaker phone.

“What can I do for you, boy and girl wonder?”

“Garcia, can you see which pharmacies the victims used?” Jane asked.

“Of course I can, love. Just give me a sec….all of them went to the Walgreens on Lebanon Road.”

“Can you see if a Corey Jones is working right now?” Reid asked.

“He is indeed, Tarzan,” she confirmed after a moment of searching.

“Tarzan?”

“Oh come on. Tarzan and Jane?”

Spencer and Jane shared a look and Jane said, “Bye, Garcia.” before reaching over and hanging up the phone. “We need to call Hotch. The rest of the team is closer.”

They called him and informed them all about what they learned. While the rest of the team went to arrest Jones, Reid and Addison headed back to the station to work on a geographic profile. They still needed to find Kali Scott.

When they brought Jones in, Rossi and Morgan interrogated him. Hotch, Reid, and Jane watched from outside the room. So far, Jones refused to say a word to them.

“This is going nowhere. He’s never going to tell them where she is,” Jane pointed out.

“Just trust them,” Reid told her.

She let out a groan of frustration and turned to Hotch. “Let me talk to him.”

“What? No!” Reid protested.

“Please, Hotch!”

“You’ve never interrogated anyone before!” Reid pointed out.

“Well, there’s a first time for everything! Their tactics aren’t working. Maybe a different one will.”

Both looked at Hotch expectantly.

“Alright,” he said. He went over to the door and knocked, telling Morgan and Rossi to come out.

Reid touched Jane’s arm and she turned to him. “I don’t want you in there with him,” he insisted.

“Cause I look like the victims? I’ll have Hotch with me. He can’t hurt me. I’ll be fine, trust me!”

He sighed and took a step back, allowing her to follow Hotch into the room. Hotch remained in the back of the room while Jane took a seat across from Jones.

“Well hello there, beautiful. Who might you be?” Jones asked, speaking for the first time since he was brought in.

“My name is Dr. Addison,” she introduced herself.

“Hello, doctor. You can examine me all you want. Maybe you’ll let me examine you too,” he smirked.

“I hate this guy,” Reid growled, watching from outside the room.

“Calm down, man,” Morgan warned him. “She can handle it.”

“What happened with Kali?” Jane asked Jones.

He scoffed and leaned back in his chair. “Like I’d tell you where she is.”

“I didn’t ask you where she is. I asked what happened,” Jane clarified.

His eyes narrowed. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

“I mean what happened between the two of you before all of this occurred? You were so close, inseparable. You had moved in together, I bet you were even considering buying a ring soon.” He looked away. “You did buy a ring, didn’t you? You proposed and she said no.”

“I did everything for her and made that night perfect! It was supposed to be the perfect night; low lit room with no noise other than crickets around us, the moon peering through the cracks of the wood, and she said no.”

“She did, but you couldn’t believe it. You were in denial. You pretended as if it never happened and you were still together. You wouldn’t leave her alone until one day she gave you a restraining order and you were forced to take to other methods. If she wouldn’t be yours voluntarily, she’d have to be forced.”

He leaned forward. “You’ll never find her. I’m not charged with anything. I can’t be held here forever.”

“I think we’re done here.” Jane got up and exited the room, Hotch following after her.

“What good did that do?” Reid questioned as they exited the room.

Her brow furrowed. “I thought you would have caught on and called Garcia by now.” She pulled out her phone and called up the tech genius. “Hey Garcia, does Corey Jones own any rural property?” she asked.

“No, he does not,” she informed them.

“What about family members? Parents, siblings…”

“Looks like his parents owned an acreage. When they died, it remained vacant. Sending address now.”

“Thanks, Garcia.”

“But how did you-” Reid began.

“He told me where to look by describing the proposal night,” Jane explained. They began to head towards the SUVs. “Low light, cricket sounds, cracks in the wood,” she listed. “He proposed in a barn and it’s likely that’s where he’s been keeping Kali.”

“Alright! Girl wonder figures something out before boy wonder can,” Morgan teased.

“Morgan, not the time,” Jane scolded.

JJ met the rest of the team at the SUVs and they all climbed in, racing off to the location Garcia sent them.

They were able to find Kali Scott alive in the barn, just as Jane had predicted. Kali confirmed that it was Jones who had abducted her and they were able to charge him, putting an end to the case.

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Sparks Fly ch. 3

The gym was filled with grunts and pants as Kiara hit the punching bag with all her strength. Decimus stood behind the bag holding it in place while Kiara continued her assault.

"So then Janus bumps into me while I'm trying to install the drive core and I swear if it wasn't for Octavio reminding me I was installing an expensive piece of equipment, I'd have kicked his ass!"

It had been a couple of months since the start of the project and while tensions between both teams had mostly ebbed away into a sort of camaraderie, there were still a few bitter staff members that would pull petty stunts

"I heard about Janus when in boot camp. He never worked well with others so you're not the only one that wants to deck him." Decimus let go of the bag and reached back to grab her water bottle and passed it to her. Kiara took a large gulp from the bottle as the two of them headed to the showers. While the showers were unisex, it had become a silent agreement that the humans and turians showered at separate times. Only a few humans and turians showered together like Decimus and Kiara who rarely got a chance to talk due to their project locations.

Kiara sighed as the warm water hit her sore muscles. Kiara kept her back to Decimus as she began to wash her hair. Decimus worked on scrubbing the sweat and metal flakes that got between his plates while his team were filing and installing the command board in the CIC.

"I heard we should be done soon. They're bringing in a pilot to test the ship's handling and thinking of a name for her." Kiara looked at Decimus over her shoulder. Even after all these months she couldn't help but admire his figure. She had always been curious about turians and while she had been with asari, humans and the occasional drell, turians had always fascinated her the most.

"See something you like Kiara?" Decimus teased when he noticed her looking at him. It had become routine for the two of them. One would catch the other staring at them and tease them for it.

"I'd like it more if you took my suggestion and get yourself some ink, and no your colony markings don't count," Kiara snickered as she turned off her shower and grabbed her towel. Decimus followed soon after, stepping into the drying pod which used a strong blast of air that would completely dry any water between a turian's plates to avoid bacteria growth.

"I'll do that when you can take a shot of ryncol without gagging."

"Fuck you that only happened once!"

Their laughter as they dressed was cut short when there was the sound of yelling outside the showers. They quickly finished dressing and ran out to see one of the turian engineers, a sweet young boy named Lucius, getting ganged up on by a group of the human technical team.

"Hey hey! Back the fuck off!" Kiara charged at the humans holding Lucius. Decimus yanked the guy that was punching Lucius back and pinned his arms behind his back.

"Let me go you skull faced fuck!" The guy cursed at him. Decimus felt a jolt of pain as the guy slammed his head back which connected with his mandible. Decimus cursed but kept his hold firm. Kiara had shoved one guy and slammed her fist into the other guy's face.

"What is going on here?!"

Everyone froze as Elli Zander strode up to the group with a scowl on her face.

"Timmins, Walker, Rodriguez get back to your quarters."

Decimus let the guy he was holding go as the three men left. Zander then turned her attention to Kiara who was helping up Lucius who quickly left with a glare from Zander.

"Miss Odell, while I cannot punish you like the others since you're a civilian I can give you a warning. Next time something like this happens again you will be removed from the project."

Kiara was shocked and was glad Decimus put a hand on her shoulder or she would have punched the woman.

"Are you serious? Those jackasses were attacking Lucius and I'm the one getting in trouble?!"

Zander just glared at Kiara as Decimus dragged her away. He lead her down the hall until they reached the med bay. The doctor took one look at Kiara's bloody knuckles and grabbed a bottle of medigel for her.

"I can't believe I'm the one getting punished when those dicks are the ones that should be getting kicked out," Kiara grumbled as they left the med bay while applying the medigel. She could hear Decimus's subvocals trilling in frustration as they headed to the mess hall.

"It'll only be a few more weeks and we'll be done, you'll never see those dicks again," Decimus reassured her though the thought of not getting to see her again once he returned to Palaven had a knot forming in his stomach.

"Hey, when this is over we should get some drinks to celebrate,' Kiara suggested with a grin. "There's this new levo/dextro bar that I've been dying to visit."

"Sure, I'll be visiting family before leaving so I'll be on the Citadel for a few days." Decimus had to stop his subvocals from showing his excitement at her offer.

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The emergency alarms blared as the drive core began to overheat. Kiara slammed her hand on the communication terminal in frustration.

"Commander Zander the drive core can't take much more! Deactivate the stealth drive!"

She could hear Chief engineer Octavio Tatum curse behind her.

"That's it, I'm hitting the emergency release." The turian typed in a few keys and activated the emergency cooling release. The alarm shut off as Tatum marched up to the CIC with Kiara following close behind.

"Zander! What the hell were you thinking?! The core could have blown if it wasn't cooled in another minute!"

Anderson quickly stepped between the two as a few humans from the main crew reached for their weapons.

"Stand down people. Zander, Tatum is right, we shouldn't have pushed the stealth system so hard on her first flight," Anderson looked at Zander who glared at Tatum.

"This is my ship. I will not have some bird tell me how to run it."

Kiara saw red but before she could take a step, one of the other engineers made a move to attack Zander which triggered every soldier to raise their guns and point at the turians.

"I want these aliens off my ship as soon as we dock on the Citadel." Zander commanded as Anderson and admiral Wright tried to get the soldiers to stand down. In the end the soldiers wouldn't stand down until every turian was cuffed and restricted to the lower floor. Kiara watched as every turian was shackled, including Decimus, and dragged away.

Kiara made her way down to the lower deck a few hours later. She tried to enter the cargo area where the turians were being held but was stopped by a guard.

"No one is allowed past this point," he said with a sneer as he glared down at Kiara.

"Stand down soldier, she has my permission to enter." Anderson said as he stepped up behind Kiara. She always knew Anderson had a soft spot for her and Shepard since they joined the Alliance. She tried not to smirk at the guard as she stepped inside and ran over to where she saw Decimus was sitting on the floor. Decimus looked up, mandibles twitching into a small smile.

"Hey, not the best way to start the day huh?" Decimus chuckled as Kiara sat down next to him. She leaned her head against his shoulder and sighed, unable to crack a smile at this situation.

"This isn't fair, you did nothing wrong." She mumbled as she looked down at her shoes. She felt a blunted claw hook under her chin and lift her head up to look at Decimus. Up this close, Kiara could see flecks of green in his eyes.

"This isn't going to stop me from taking you out for that drink. Even if I have to break out of c-sec and sneak through the air ducts I'm gonna make sure you get that drink."

Kiara snorted, looking away as she laughed lightly. Decimus could see her cheeks redden as she placed a hand on his leg.

"Have you been watching Fleet and Flotilla again? Because that sounds like something that would be in that show."

Decimus placed a hand over hers.

"Nah, this was Celestial Maidens. An asari pirate finds ways to meet up with her human lover who is the daughter of a company leader the asari steals from."

Kiara laughed as Decimus began to tell her about the first few episodes, convinced he'd get her interested in watching.

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