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Pairing: Hajime Kashimo x fem!sorcerer!reader Word count: 5.8k Tags/warnings: no y/n; unhinged reader; manga spoilers (Culling Games + Perfect Preparation arcs); fight description; canon-typical violence; there will be eventual smut in the later parts fyi Summary: There's murder in the air – with the Culling Games underway, a simple task of finding an angel turns to a fight for life when you meet a certain, static and 400 years old sorcerer with cyan hair and wicked intentions.

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There's murder in the air – an unsettling undertone that pollutes the atmosphere. Gentle breeze carrying the metallic fragrance of blood within its currents.

The dockside keeps quiet. Sky clear, devoid of seagull calls. Walking by colossal steel shipping containers, stacked high, the scent persists. Clings to the air like a persistent specter. Each step accompanied by the gentle lap of waves against the pilings, their rhythmic cadence a stark contrast to the horrors you've seen.A soothing lullaby in the midst of chaos.

The maze-like layout of the quayside comes to an end when your muscles strain, lifting off the ground and landing atop the steel structure.

A giant panda comes into view. Its relaxed posture, perched on hindlimbs, contrasts with its impassive countenance as it gazes your way.

"Panda," you address what some might believe to be an actual animal; innocent, cute and completely harmless. Except for this Cursed Corpse – your subordinate – is none of those things.

He fixes you with your very name; a disturbing familiarity in his eyes, then the words escape his lips.

"The smell of blood's so thick," he voices as you draw near, words cutting through the tension. "There must be about three people dismembered here–"

You hold up two fingers, the other hand nestled in your pocket.

"Two actually," you intervene, voice a measured interruption, "walked past a man with a hole the size of a soccer ball in his chest."

The memory resurfaces – the sight of the man, head drooping, neck bent at an unnatural angle. Eerie web-like burns sprawled across his bare flesh. The smell of singed skin and ozone hangs in the air, a pungent reminder. Yet, it's not just that which jolts your senses. It's the residual static of someone's cursed energy, an unsettling presence that lingers.

"But that's not what troubles me," continuing, you stand next to Panda, arms now crossed as both of you watch the lifeless skies, "something bad's here. I tried following the remnants of the cursed energy of the perpetrator but it was very faint."

"Could be an expert who can turn their cursed energy on and off at will…" Panda thinks out loud.

You let the idea sit for a second. Could it be the case? Could someone in this colony be capable of doing it? Known, registered sorcerers are absent here. The majority are newly awakened, scarcely equipped to comprehend a sophisticated notion like this. And why would they feel the need to hide their cursed energy?

No.

Dismissing your doubts, you shake your head and stride toward the edge of the shipping container.

"Don't think so. Nevertheless, we're here to find that angel girl and negotiate with her." Stepping onto the container's edge, unfazed by the high drop; balancing skillfully, you extend one leg over the edge, about to step into empty space. In a seamless motion, you touch down on the solid concrete ground below.

Panda follows suit, rolling off the shipping container with agility, landing right beside you. Then he stands, an odd combination of human-like stance and panda appearance, more akin to a person in a panda costume than an actual animal.

"Our safest bet is to leave the docks. Fast. Just play pretend, avoid any unnecessary conflicts and make it out of this colony in one piec–"

The sentence's left hanging as a sudden shift in the atmosphere catches your attention. Panda falls on all fours, frozen still.

"Ah," a deeper, resonant voice rumbles from your right, the words echoing as the familiar sensation washes over you. A sudden buzz inside your mind, an abrupt surge of awareness regarding another sorcerer's presence. Heart mirroring the rapid flutter of a startled bird's wings.

Their cursed energy, concealed and latent, manages to evoke an almost primal response within you. A sense of fight or flight.

You pivot to face the uninvited presence before you.

A cascade of hair, vivid as a robin's egg and kissed by the hues of a clear summer sky, is gathered into twin buns atop his head while tendrils of untamed locks dance freely in the breeze, resembling a stormy sea. Longer bangs frame the contours of his face, softening his visage.

He stops when his eyes – the same uncanny shade as his hair – bore into yours. Carrying what you'd guess is a Nyoi staff slung over his shoulder, he stands at a slight angle. Excludes casual confidence, a sense of poised readiness.

"Another one," he breaks the silence. You stand your ground in response to his observation.

"Not interested in a fight," you remark, hands risen in a defensive gesture. Yet you don't dare take your eyes off the sorcerer. Ready and composed.

Panda, ostensibly cautious, inches closer to you, fur bristling in sync with his unease towards the newcomer's presence. The air tightens, charged with the unspoken potential for violence.

"Kogane," he calls out to the shikigami, summoning it like a wisp from the aether; the small creature materializes, its hue the shade of a serene lake, light and amicable as it floats near his head, "is the panda a player too?"

The shikigami screeches its answer, its words setting everything in motion.

"Indeed!! A player! Yep!!"

"That's a function," your pondering voice meets a forced silence. The state of perturbed ambiance vanishing as your thoughts are cut off.

A flesh of white. Empty space occupies the spot where the sorcerer was standing less than a second ago.

You sense his presence before your eyes even settle on his countenance; his eyes, framed with short zig-zag lines reminiscent of lightning bolts underneath them, a furious cauldron of murderous excitement as they lock onto yours. They widen with a manic intensity. An undertone of madness lurking deep within their depths.

A predator's gaze fixated on its prey.

In a heart-stopping moment, time stands still. The world around you fades into a blur as a primal instinct takes over. Your body reacts; a precision born of pure reflex – muscles coiled like springs, you counter his attack with a swift and calculated movement.

His volatile energy crackles in the air. Your hands snap up. Fingers attempting to curl around his bandaged forearm. Channeling your cursed energy to your clavicles, the place where his palm lays flat against you –

But your reactions prove inadequate. You're too slow. A shocking speed and heavy push; a surge of force is sent through your body, catching you off-guard. The ground beneath you becomes a temporary adversary. Your balance disrupted as you're sent flying backward.

Back colliding with the hard, metal steel of a shipping container – you watch in horror as the sorcerer mercilessly attacks Panda. Using his staff as a weapon. With unnatural speed and agility, Panda struggles against him; his valiant resistance a testament to his determination, his form a blur of motion as he evades the sorcerer's attacks and manages a few good blows of his own.

Your body feels light. A tingling sensation surging through your veins. Electric current's rushing beneath your skin, setting your pulse racing and your focus to a razor's edge. The metallic taste of blood floods your mouth. Mingles with the adrenaline in your body. Every nerve firing in response to the raw energy pulsing through your body.

It hits you then–

"Heh, electricity," you mumble, the word slipping from your lips as you raise your palms, clenching your fists. Feeling the tingling in the tips of your fingers. The slight buzzing in your ears.

–his cursed energy has a special trait. One certainly hard to defend against.

Barely seconds have passed since your body was forced to rest against the ground. It still feels too long with Panda barely matching the man's speed and force.

Gritting your teeth, the urgency of the situation anchors you, overriding any pain or disorientation as you fight to regain your footing. A sense of pride fills you when you watch Panda use his technique, striking the sorcerer with enough force that'll easily knock him out cold. One of Panda's winning moves.

Except it doesn't.

"Nice one," the man's voice rings out. A taut smirk playing at the corner of his lips. Your teeth clench, disbelief intertwining with unease as you watch. With a predominated precision, the sorcerer maneuvers his staff, entwining it with Panda's arm in a smooth motion that catches you off guard.

Exerting a forceful pull, he forces a grimace from Panda. Right arm caught in the vice-like grip, a sickening crack underscores the moment. Followed by the nauseating sensation of Panda's arm being torn from his body. Violently. And mercilessly.

Panda stumbles. Pain and agony escaping in a cry. The sorcerer doesn't waste a second. Hurls the arm back at Panda, using the momentum to charge forward. Palm aiming flat against his chest, he sends Panda flying backward – the same way he did to you. Causing your junior to experience a similar sensation to yours.

The cyan-haired man straightens, seemingly relaxing, already content with winning the fight.

"But I'm not impressed," he taunts, words an ominous echo of the violence just unleashed, "It's too ordinary."

Feeling the concrete beneath your feet, you take deliberate steps forward. With an inkling of Panda's potential strategy, you expel the pooled blood from your mouth, spitting it onto the ground.

"...Sukuna, you know where he is?" The man's words flow, attention diverted, ignorant of your presence.

A fortunate circumstance.

"No clue," Panda responds. His reply burdened with weariness and defeat; yet his gaze remained fixed on you, a silent exchange of understanding passing between you as you position yourself, tension radiating from his weary form.

The sorcerer scoffs; a contemptuous tilt of his head, a gesture laden with superiority. "Sounds like you know something, then," he snarls, his grip on the staff constricting as his fist clenches, "Spit it out. I'll be merciful."

With the sorcerer's back turned you raise your arm. Your gaze remains fixed upon the convergence point of the two delicate lines, their path crossing at the very heart of the expanse that's the upper part of his broad back.

"I won't be," you declare; voice carrying a firm tone. A deft flick of your wrist – the current of cursed energy takes the desired shape before it's hurled toward your target. Slashing the air in front of you, aimed right at him.

His gaze veers to the side. And in a fraction of a heartbeat, he moves; executing a skillful sidestep. Body positioned to face you from the side, both hands now gripping his staff, aiming it at you; a glint of fervor ignites his eyes as they widen, locked onto the shipping container stationed behind Panda. The unforgiving force of your attack rends the shipping container apart, leaving two gaping slashes that could bisect a man.

You don't give him time to react properly.

The moment blood begins to stain his white robe crimson red from the nick on his shoulder, you lunge forward. Like a bull being waved a red flag. Feet imbued with your cursed energy, reinforced to ensure protection.

As you close the distance at a breakneck pace, you sense the distinct composition of his cursed energy. With your fingers curled around the staff, your eyes meet his, a faint grin playing at the corners of your mouth as you tug on his weapon with your full body weight. Lifting your legs off the ground, you use the staff as a fulcrum. His body feels resilient, akin to forged steel, against the soles of your shoes.

With the potency of your cursed technique coursing through your strike, the man is propelled backward, his body hurtling through the air. The Nyoi staff clings to the concrete. Left untouched upon the impact.

Flying through a shipping container, he quickly finds his footing. Stance shifting in response to your aerial maneuver. Legs splayed to establish a firm foundation, you focus your intent on targeting his jaw. Fists charged with cursed energy, you hit once; knowing how troublesome the push-and-pull effect of your technique feels once your flesh makes contact–

"Not bad," he manages to spit out, the corner of his lip stained red. A smile tugs at the corner of his lip as you sprint toward him.

The surroundings blur into a muddled backdrop, irrelevant in your unwavering concentration. The sorcerer becomes the sole axis, a focal point in a world that seems to slow to a crawl, even though only a fraction of a second has passed.

The tip of your foot touches his; a mere whisper of contact between two opposing forces.

"Not bad at all."

–he counterattacks. Hand darts forward. Grabs your wrist. With an economy of motion, he employs your own momentum against you. His grip becomes a pivot, briefly throwing you off-balance, diverting your forward surge into an unexpected spiral.

Fluidity. That's how you'd characterize his movements. A seamless transition from being a passive target to an active agent.

His chest brushes against your back as his right hand remains locked around your right wrist. Single-handedly swinging your body like a marionette, you exploit the vulnerability of your position. Using his grip as leverage to move backward, simultaneously grabbing hold of his bandaged left forearm and pulling. Crashing your body into his, redirecting the movement into a collision.

With a potent surge of intention, you force the prepared rejection and attraction effect within your clenched fist, propelling it like a bolt toward the rear of your skull. Teeth gritted, you throw your head back.

Crack.

He stifles a groan, a step taken back but footing resolute. A red trail paints his nose as you swivel to confront him. Pausing briefly to charge your energy again, you grant him a moment to speak. His expression freezes as he locks eyes with you

"You," he speaks up, his voice textured with the tang of iron as his tongue grazes his lips, "Have we met before?"

With your hand still tingling, the ripples of sensation spread up your arm, an electric current tracing a pattern beneath your skin. Your head sways subtly, dispelling the notion of a previous encounter. "Unlikely. You'd be history."

A chuckle dances from his lips, a response to your retort. "What's your name then?"

You share it deliberately, each syllable a measured beat in your dance around one another. He nods, his head tilting with self-assured grace. It's then that he takes his stance – feet planted firmly, palms outstretched, a grin playing on his lips.

"The name's Hajime Kashimo."

The words hang, a telltale echo–

Hajime Kashimo.

–recognition snaps into place when you repeat his name in your mind.

The Hajime Kashimo, the sorcerer whose score reaches a hundred points; a mark that sets him apart from any other Culling game player (except for the intricate Hiromi Higuruma). Hakari's elusive target.

And here, right before you, stands the man himself.

"Hey," you call out, a new determination blossoming, your stance embracing the challenge; retreat is no longer a consideration, "if I beat you, can I get your points?"

The corners of Kashimo's lips twitch, smile fading like a wisp of smoke carried away by the wind. Expression blank, with only his brows furrowed as he responds, "Sure, but you tell me everything y'know about Sukuna," his voice lowered to a dangerous undertone, a velvet threat veiled in words, "that is–if you're still alive."

He charges then. Doesn't spare a single consideration. The air crackles with tension as his presence engulfs you. His hands make contact – not with fists or strikes – but with the calculated pressure of his open palms. You feel the weight of his touch on your skin. Pressure on your left, then on your right ribcage.

"Don't disappoint me now," breath tickles your ear, voice a tantalizing, dangerous melody. His fingers anchor firmly onto your right shoulder, an assertive grip that both commands and unsettles, while his other hand exerts a calculated force on your left shoulder guard, propelling you into a spin.

Your training surges forth, a symphony of muscle memory and instinct harmonizing within you. With the resilience born of countless battles, you swiftly adapt your stance, shifting your weight to face him.

An annoyed huff leaves your now-bruised lips. You channel your own cursed energy, a torrent of power surging through your veins.

Detain an attack when it comes,–

Knees bending, body swaying to evade the incoming fist; your left hand grips his left wrist, fingers tightening with determination, followed by your right driving into its intended mark.

–and send it away when it retreats.

Your palm meets the solid plane of his chest with a resonant thud; pushes and then pulls him back to you before sending him away again; successfully pushing back against Kashimo's pressure. It's a momentary reprieve. One that sends the sorcerer tumbling back, makes him roll on the ground, lending on one knee.

"Here I thought we were just getting started," you quip with a hint of playfulness amidst the dance of combat. Moving swiftly towards the target. As Kashimo's force ebbs, you seize the opportunity, your muscles coiling like springs.

"You're getting me–" he barely makes it back to his feet before you're at him again. With enough cursed energy imbued into your foot, utilizing the momentum of your motion, leg rising up in a calculated kick – only for Kashimo to shift; a fraction of movement that proves decisive. His arm weaves beneath the arc of your thigh, a sinuous and serpentine maneuver that seeks to entwine and subdue. As his grasp tightens, his fingers snake around your throat, lifting you from the ground, suspending you momentarily.

"–quite excited," he concludes, his voice tinged with an eerie excitement.

Once the hand is freed from contact,–

A heartbeat's pause feels like an eternity. With your legs rendered weightless and no stable ground beneath you. Despite the vulnerable position, your mind remains steadfast, honing in on Kashimo's Achilles heel. His hands are preoccupied, his grasp unwavering but his neck and face exposed.

–carry out a strike with it.

Seizing the opportunity, you make the most of the opening. Your palms press against the sharp contours of his cheeks, each hand finding its place on one side of his face. In one swift and deliberate motion, you channel the wellspring of cursed energy that resides within you into your technique. The currents of your energy converge between your palms, weaving a tapestry of arcane force that manifests as a palpable vacuum, centered precisely where his head rests.

It's an intentional manipulation. One – if done right, that is – could even lead to a cataclysmic implosion. A violent severing of life from the body. But you don't want to kill him; not yet at least. You need the points. And so, you temper your approach, exerting only the necessary amount of energy to induce a sensation of compression.

As the feeling envelops him, Kashimo's expression shifts, a flicker of realization that dances within his eyes. He instinctively withdraws. Bandaged forearms push at your body, sending you hurtling backward; a testament to his strength and strategic finesse.

"You cheeky little thing," a bead of blood traces a path from the corner of his eye. At the same time, another droplet emerges from his nose.

This time it's him who doesn't let you regain enough control as he charges at you. His approach swift and unrelenting. The tables are constantly turning – now being his time to dictate the tempo.

Another dance of offense and defense plays out as the two of you clash once again. Each move a deliberate response to the other's actions.

Chase the movement of the opponent–

As the flurry of his strikes slices through the air, you find yourself navigating the ebb and flow with a synchronicity that borders on the sublime. With a hawk-like focus, you track the trajectory of his hand, your senses attuned to his every motion.

While his hits continue to swing through both empty space and meeting your body, a fleeting opportunity presents itself. With the precision of a seasoned sorcerer, you follow the path of his hand with your own, fingers closing around his forearm as it narrowly misses your cheekbone, the other digging into the open slash wound on his shoulder.

–to continue the attack.

It earns you a hiss. A "Tsk," coming from his damaged lips.

One fluid motion; one that belies your strength. You capitalize on the momentum of his own swing, utilizing your grip to exert control. Your foot surges forward with unbridled force, the sole of your shoe connecting with the vulnerable juncture of his knee.

Kashimo's reflexes kick in as he instinctively leaps back the moment your foot makes contact with his leg. His visage bears the marks of battle, a canvas adorned with streaks of red, the vestiges of blood from the prior exchange. A mirror to his appearance, your own face likely reflects a similar narrative. Marked by the intensity of the confrontation. By his pure, physical prowess. One that, even if you use all your cursed energy, you're certain you couldn't match.

The shadows of weariness begin to cast their subtle touch on you. A weight that tempers your movements and shadows the clarity of your thoughts. Each calculated step, each strategic strike, seems to bear an additional burden now.

Still, resolute, your unwavering determination fixated on Kashimo, persevering in the face of creeping exhaustion.

Then you take off.

With a surge of action, you propel yourself into motion. Pivoting on your heel, you sprint toward the towering container crane a mere few meters behind. Kashimo's quick thinking registers in the corner of your vision—a flash of white on your right, drawing nearer.

"Running so soon?"

His taunting words reach you.

"Just limbering up," you reply. Muscles tensing, you feel his energy almost brushing against your own. So, with a leap, you vault into the air. Fingers curling around your ankle.

Time seems to slow as Kashimo's grip tightens around your ankle, his fingers like a vice attempting to anchor you to the ground. The world spins around you, the crane's towering structure becoming a blur as your body is abruptly yanked back, denied the freedom of flight.

Instinct kicks in, your mind racing to find a solution. With a swift twist of your body, you channel the energy within, your cursed power surging to your fingertips. A burst of force courses through your arm, the concentrated energy propelling your free leg forward in a powerful kick. Your heel connects with Kashimo's face, the impact forcing his grip to release.

In the split second of regained freedom, your body soars toward the container crane.

Muscles strained, you manage to grab hold of a protruding metal edge, fingers gripping with an iron determination. The harsh clang of metal meeting metal reverberates through the air as your body comes to a halt, swinging slightly from the momentum before you propel yourself higher onto the structure.

A smirk tugs at the corners of your lips. The distance between you and Kashimo now a tangible reminder of your evasion. His frustrated gaze meets yours, the tension between you electric and palpable.

"Nice try," you retort, voice laced with a mixture of weariness and defiance. There's an undeniable satisfaction in defying his grasp, in proving your prowess even amid exhaustion. Without wasting a moment longer, you hoist yourself up more, using the crane's structure to propel your body upward. Your form melds with the steel as you ascend, a maneuver to gain the vantage point.

Gotta limit his movement to the minimum.

Kashimo's expression shifts, a glint of admiration piercing through his irritation. "Impressive," he concedes, the words carrying an unexpected note of respect, "but you can't run from me."

He follows your lead. The two of you ascending the crane in a synchronized rhythm

"I told you, Kashimo–," you declare, your voice echoing between the steel beams as you reach the crane's zenith, standing face to face on the narrowest edge.

Now standing face to face on the crane's uppermost beam, the narrow back reach providing only small support. Your breath heaves, each inhalation a reminder of the intense exertion. Across from you, Kashimo's gaze remains fixed upon you, his expression deceptively relaxed.

"–that I'm only stretching."

His eyes, however, tell a different story – a depth of focus that cuts through your form. Anchoring onto you with an unwavering intensity.

A mournful melody weaves through the metal lattice, the wind's haunting whistle creating an eerie harmony with the tension in the air. The gusts playfully tousle both your hair in the process. You steady yourself into a stance, your body a testament to both resilience and purpose.

"Plus I want those points," you remark, a hint of determination coloring your words.

It's then that you charge — cursed energy flowing through your body like currents of compressed emptiness. A void. Unyielding. Relentless. And pneumatic.

With a flick of your wrist, you send it slicing through the air. A blade of nothing. A thin line etches across his chest, traversing from ribcage to his already wounded shoulder — a mark of your earlier endeavor. Nowhere to dodge now that he's standing between two metal beams.

Or so you thought.

Kashimo charges. The white of his robe tainted with scarlet. The cut isn't deep.

He must've reinforced his cursed energy.

"Tsk," you utter. A flicker of irritation crosses your features. Agitated. With waning stamina, the dwindling reservoir of cursed energy depleted by your previous usage; this could've been your last-ditch effort.

The final move.

And it failed.

It makes him smile. A sinister twist of lips that morphs into a grin. Moving fast, his expression resembles one of a predator closing in on its prey. The ruby stain on his robe seems to accentuate his aura of danger, a stark contrast to the pristine white it once was.

As your body contorts and arches backward, you skillfully evade the incoming fist aimed at your face. Your unwavering gaze remains locked onto his intense stare. With your palm pressed flat against the ground of the crane, you swiftly raise your leg, delivering a targeted strike to the meat of his thigh.

But before your maneuver can fully unfold, his hand seizes your ankle, pulling you towards him and locking your leg in place as he maneuvers over your body. Kashimo's grin widens, a predatory glint in his eyes that triggers a ripple of unease down your spine.

As his fist whizzes past your face, you seize the opportune moment to mount a counterattack. His fingers, still harshly locked around your right ankle, you push and pull against his grasp. Leg successfully moving to close over his thigh, the other hooking around his hip.

Legs now firmly encircling his waist, you use every ounce of your strength to push. Destabilize the sorcerer. Break his foundation. Disrupt his equilibrium.

The outcome? Both of you soaring through the air and down the crane. Kashimo's form aligns perfectly with the approaching solidity of the dockside concrete.

A rapid free fall, gravity's pull unrelenting.

If you're not getting the points, he's not getting his answers either.

His eyes momentarily flit to the ground below. Unspoken recognition of the shared peril that binds you both. The realization dawns in his eyes, widening them momentarily, before his gaze settles onto your face once more – unimpressed. Jaded.

"Oops," you jest under your breath, fingers finding purchase on the fabric of his torn clothes. An unhinged smile on your lips, eyebrows lifting in a mix of audacity and exhilaration. The wind sweeps through, rustling your hair with a cool caress that contrasts starkly with the warm stickiness of blood on your skin.

"It's accumulated enough."

That's the only forewarning you get. In an instant, the atmosphere shifts; an electrifying tension that dances along your skin. You sense the already familiar tingling as the static charges from the man beneath you. Kashimo's cursed energy now gaining intensity.

His open hand thrusts towards your face, a surge of energy gathering at his fingertips. Only to get countered by your own palm. Flat against each other. Forcing a focal point of energy converges and resistance to form. As the push effect comes into play just in time with waves of electricity.

The crackling intensity escalates, its tendrils reaching out with an insatiable hunger. Only to be pushed back by your own manipulation acting as a steadfast wall. It's a symphony of sensations — the tingling of your skin, the hum of power in the air, the gradual crescendo of pressure between your palms. The vortex throbs and pulses, a living embodiment of the forces you both wield.

The thing is – The conductivity of the vacuum…depending on how you look at it, it behaves in two different ways:

Firstly, when you examine the motion of charged particles with a constant velocity within a vacuum, you encounter an interesting phenomenon. Unlike in other mediums, there is no opposing force acting against these particles. Consequently, maintaining a steady current across any surface within a vacuum demands no additional effort.

However, a contrasting phenomenon manifests when we consider the existence of free charges within conductors. When an electric field, denoted as E, is imposed upon a conductor, it triggers a flow of electric current. This internal charge movement gives rise to a current density described by the equation: J = σE, where σ symbolizes the conductivity of the material. Notably, within a vacuum, σ assumes a value of 0; hence, electric fields lack the capacity to spontaneously induce current flow.

In this context, the vacuum departs from the role of a conductor. Even materials known as insulators, which typically restrict the flow of current, possess conductivity values that are low but not completely absent.

As a result, the resistance exhibited by a vacuum effectively amounts to infinity—particularly when you define resistance through the lens of how charge carriers in a substance respond. Viewed from this perspective, you could liken the vacuum to an insulator, given the absence of charge carriers that are essential for the propagation of electric current.

So in the end, your innate ability functions like an antistatic force.

It should be enough to counter his attack. Neutralizing his endeavor and ricocheting it back to him. Only if his other hand, clenched into a fist, suddenly hasn't entered your line of sight, aiming for your jaw.

The controlled push-only effect falters. Then crumbles. The void's pull reclaims all that Kashimo had imparted, drawing it back with an insatiable greed.

"Damn you." It now comes down to the last aspect of your technique.

Implosion.

The energies within your vacuum field converge, collapsing inwards with a blinding intensity. A jarring impact against the back of your head – or it might be the ending of your fall. Everything's just confusing. Everything blurs into a disorienting haze of continuous events.

The unforgiving touch of concrete grates against your scraped back. Each breath, now shallow and ragged, causes pain.

Above, the sky stretches wide and boundless. Until the sight is blocked by a mop of cerulean blue hair. Two buns somehow still in place. Same-colored eyes staring at your form. Arms folded and a countenance marred by bloodstains and scrapes. Each leg positioned on either side of your hips before one presses against the flat of your clavicles.

"You're quite durable," Kashimo retorts, pushing his weight down on you, "that should've killed you right there."

"Heh," you manage a wry chuckle, your voice strained but defiant, "guess I'm full of surprises."

He raises an eyebrow, a flicker of almost-amusement dancing in his eyes. The world around you seems to blur at the edges, the strain of the plummet combined with the failed attempt of your innate technique taking a heavy toll on your senses.

"It's been a while since I've encountered someone who can keep me on my toes this long. Now tell me," your name rolls off his tongue in a taunting lilt, "where's Sukuna?"

The distant sounds of the dockside begin to fade, replaced by an eerie emptiness. Despite your unwavering determination, a tide of dizziness threatens to engulf you, and you struggle to maintain your focus on Kashimo's face.

"On vaca–"

The weight on your chest vanishes abruptly. Kashimo's foot makes fleeting contact with your cheek before returning to its original place.

"Don't play with me. Spit it out."

"Oi," a voice calls to your right. A voice you know; Hakari's, "It's not very chivalrous to strike a lady like that."

From here, everything dissolves into darkness.

The world sways, a disorienting dance of shadows and sensations. Light pressure settles on your stomach with sounds echoing faintly in the distance. A gentle, steady rhythm envelops you as if you're being cradled in a cocoon of safety. Your limbs feel weightless, as though the ground beneath you has transformed into a soft cloud that carries your burdens away.

Your mind struggles to tether itself to the present, grappling with the fragments of consciousness that slip through your grasp. Colors blur, merging into a hazy kaleidoscope of fleeting images. The arms that encircle you exude warmth thought. One that lulls you back to sleep.

Yet you manage to summon the strength to part your heavy eyelids. Through the haze, you see a blur of black and white on top of you. Head resting upon something firm and solid – a breastplate, you realize. The rhythmic cadence that envelops you is accompanied by the subtle rise and fall of breath, a heartbeat that resonates beneath your cheek.

"Panda," you murmur, voice a tentative whisper as you attempt to comprehend whether or not you're dreaming, considering the creature on you is now a size of an actual teddy bear.

The toy-sized Panda remains seated on you but looks your way, emitting a surprised yelp at the sound of your voice, before swiftly turning his gaze forward again, "Hakari, she's awake!"

Your vision – still blurred – manages to trace a figure walking at the edge of your peripheral sight – left arm missing, shirt gone (he's shirtless, you discern), and crowned with purple hair. Hakari. But if Hakari's walking in front of you. Then…

Lifting your eyes, you suddenly lock onto a fleeting sight of vibrant cyan hair. The once-pristine white attire now soaked and marred with splotches of vivid red, creating an unsettling contrast. Your heart skips a beat as the realization dawns upon you.

It's Kashimo who bears the weight of your limp form.

"She's gonna pass out soon again," his voice carries vibrations that travel from his chest to your cheek with his gaze fixed upon you.

And he's right as your body, weary and battered, succumbs once more to the embrace of slumber.

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Baby I'm yours- Chapter one: "Fuck it, I'm in love"

Summary: Spencer and reader have been together for just two weeks and their relationship is still too new. However, they are still getting used to being lovers and not just friends after so many years.

Warnings: I curse a lot, mention of smut, usual Criminal Mind cases info and descriptions.

Word count: 7,9K (because apparently I can't write 2K chapters)

Divider by @skylightlantern

A/N: Thank you to everybody who supported me and waited for this update. Guys! honey bunny and chipmunk are back!!

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Spencer’s point of view

I sighed and breathed in as (Y/N)’s hair fell on my face when I rolled in bed. I wrapped my arms around her and moved her closer, as she continued sleeping. We had been together for ten days. The best ten days of my life, if you ask me. Catching unsubs wasn’t even bothering me. The blood, the gore, I didn’t care about that anymore, as long as I could be with my sweet (Y/N) next to me.

Yes, I am cheesy. And I’m not even sorry.

- “Wake up princess, time to go to work.”- I whispered softly in her ear as she rolled in bed and hid her face in the crook of my neck.

- “I don’t wanna”- (Y/N) whispered and held me close- “I wanna stay here with you”

- “I wanna stay here too, with you. But we got a case.”

- “Why can’t fucking psychos take a day off?”

- “Been asking myself the same for some time now. Wanna shower with me to save time?”- (Y/N) giggled and looked at me, as I leaned over and pecked her lips.

- “Last time we did that we didn’t save time. We actually were late for work and everybody made fun of us.”- I chuckle at the memory of that day. Well, it was just last Thursday, and Morgan is still teasing me about it.

- “Fine, you shower and I’ll make breakfast.”- I sigh defeated, but in a second her arms around my neck make me giggle again- “What are you doing, chipmunk?”

- “I’m giving you your good morning kiss, my sweet prince.”- I chuckled and kissed her sweetly, biting carefully her lips as she rubbed them against mine.

- “I am not getting out of bed if you are doing this to me, chipmunk.”

- “Come on, honey. We didn’t leave this bed for the entire weekend. Time to work”

- “That’s not true… we spent some fun time on the couch too, and on the kitchen counter… and in the bathtub”

- “Spencer Walter Reid, you are acting like a horny teenager!”- (Y/N) laughed and looked at me as I blushed, but kept smiling and caressing her cheeks as I stared at her.

- “I might be… but I just wanna spend every second I have with you, now that I have you”

- “You are gonna have me forever, honey bunny,”- I kept my eyes in hers and tried to take it all in. Her sweet smile, the loving look in her eyes, her scent. Everything drove me mad about her in the most sensual and yet adorable way. I didn’t want to get out of bed, but I knew we had to. Most of all I knew we had to keep our behavior at our best. We had promised Hotch we were going to keep it professional. So far we had managed, though believe me, it had been a challenge.

I had never had a girlfriend before. I didn’t know what it was like to have someone who loved me back. Yes, it was still odd for me to face my feelings so openly in front of (Y/N). And it was still weird to hold her hand and hear her saying she loved me. But I wouldn’t change it for the world. I wanted to give her everything I could. All my love, all my kisses, all of me, if she had me.

It is hard for me to explain exactly how it felt. I was so happy my entire soul was about to burst out of my body each time I held (Y/N)’s hand and kissed her lips. And at the same time, I was freaking out ‘cos I knew I could ruin it. I usually ruin the few good things that happen to me. I could speak too much and think too much. I overanalyze everything.

- “Ok hon, it’s your turn to drive today”- (Y/N) announced as she grabbed her bag and her coffee to go.

- “Do I have to?”- I pouted and frowned immediately- “You know I’m not a big fan of cars.”

- “You were the one who said that didn’t want Morgan to make fun of your driving anymore.”

- “I know, I know. I just get nervous”- (Y/N) gave me my satchel and smiled widely.

- “If you drive us to work today, I will give you a reward tonight.”- my eyes open wide at those words. She knows the effect she has on me, ‘cos she is giggling. Is it too obvious that my pants are feeling tight right away?

- “Oh my god! Spencer Walter Reid! you are such a horny boyfriend!”- (Y/N) shouted, laughing as she opened the front door.

- “But I didn’t say anything!”

- “You didn’t have to! I know you!”

- “Please don’t profile me, chipmunk! we promised we would never do that to each other”

- “I am not profiling you, hon. You have a boner.”- she chuckled as I moved my satchel to cover myself as we walked out of her apartment.

- “I… this… what I’m…”

- “Come on, honey bunny. Don’t get all shy now. You know I love it when your pants are feeling too tight.”- she wanted to kill me, I knew it. And honestly, dead by her kisses sounded like heaven to me.

(Y/N)’s point of view

There are no words that could ever explain how I felt walking into the BAU holding Spencer Walter Reid’s hand. My whole body trembled with happiness and a deep sensation of peace. His finger intertwined with mine, and the sweet smile on his face as he opened the door for me was all I needed to start the day.

Well, Spencer’s kisses earlier that morning had been, in fact, all I needed to be happy. But we couldn’t share those kinds of moments at work, Hotch had warned us already.

- "You know I am very happy for you, but I need you to keep your relationship at work strictly professional."

And of course, we had agreed with our Unit Chief.

- “Did I drive alright?”- Spencer asked me, and I nodded. I wanted to lean in and kiss him, tell him he had won a reward that night. But I couldn’t. Holding hands was all we could do at work, and that was already pushing things a little. So I walked to my desk and sighed, staring at the pile of paperwork I had to do.

- “Good morning, lovebirds”- Penelope walked into the bullpen holding a bunch of file cases- “I’m sorry to bring the news, but we have a case.”

- “I guess I’ll just keep piling up paperwork on my desk, then”- I sighed and held my coffee. Spencer did the same and cut me another shy smile.

- “You two are so sweet!! I can’t deal with all the love in this room!!”- Garcia nearly squealed- “Please, tell me you are getting married and having a million babies as soon as possible.”

- “And you told me I wasn’t the one supposed to scare them”- Morgan chuckled, overhearing Garcia’s excitement as he walked from the kitchenette toward our desks.

- “I am not scaring them! I’m just telling them what everybody wants!”- Penelope defended herself and pouted- “Besides, picture their babies! they are going to be so cute and smart!”

I looked at how Spencer’s cheeks turned red, but his eyes sparkled with joy. Clearly, he wanted to have babies. I hadn’t thought of it yet; we had been dating for a couple of days, literally. But I was in that relationship for the long run and there was no one else I would rather have babies with than Spencer.

- “Come on! I don’t want Hotch to get mad at us,”- I said and started walking to the conference room, knowing Spencer was following close behind.

So far, our BAU family, plus Frank, Mikey, and Lu were the only ones who knew about our relationship. Honestly, we hadn’t had time to tell anyone else. Spencer told me we could make a short trip to Vegas in a few weeks to tell his mother, and I thought it was the sweetest idea. I loved Diana, and I knew she was going to be happy with the news.

However, the idea of telling my family made me feel a little uneasy. I knew they loved Spencer as much as I did. I just didn’t want to hear mom’s comment about how our job was too dangerous, stressful, and demanding. Besides, I knew Phoenix was going to start acting all protective, like an older brother. And I didn’t want to go through all that. And who knew what my dad was going to say or do? Jesus! I kept praying he wouldn’t act all possessive and threaten Spencer with a gun as he did with my first boyfriend. So, telling them wasn’t in my plans at the moment.

It was a good thing we had a new case, which gave us little time not to think of any family issues. Spencer moved the chair for me, and I cut him a smile as I sat down. Hotch looked at us, and I could feel the pride coming from his eyes. You could tell he was happy for us.

- “Where's Prentiss?”- Morgan asked, looking around trying to spot her in the bullpen.

- “I don't know.”- I shrugged and opened the file case in front of me- “Maybe she overslept.”

- “Her car wasn't here when we rode in this morning.”- Spencer added, and I bit my lip, thinking of the make-out session we had in the parking lot when we got to work, just to help us through the day not touching.

- “I'm gonna give her a call, get her eta.”- Pen said and walked to the door the second Emily showed up, looking rather exhausted.

- “Hey.”

- “Somebody had a long night?”- Derek was trying to be fun and playful, but it backfired quickly.

- “Somebody wants to mind their own business?”- clearly Prentiss wasn’t in the mood for jokes. Spencer looked at me, frowning and I shrugged. Things I’ve learned working at the BAU: you never upset Prentiss when she is crossed.

- “Garcia.”- Hotch’s voice forced me to sit straight on my chair, even when he wasn’t even talking to me. I guess I was very self-conscious of every movement I made.

- “Oh. Spin the wheel and it is sunny Los Angeles, people.”- Pen turned on the screen and started going through the pictures.

- “Two times in one year, huh?”- I was about to argue with Morgan’s comment when Rossi asked:

- “Remind me again why it’s called the City of Angels.”- and of course, my boyfriend had an answer to that question.

- “It was originally called the town of our lady the queen of the angels.”- and everybody turned to look at Spencer- “That was a rhetorical question, wasn't it?”

- “Maybe, but can you tell me more about that later?”- I whispered and squeezed his hands underneath the table. He smiled and blushed as Rossi shook his head and chuckled.

- “You make my teeth hurt.”

- “This is a weird one.”- Garcia’s voice took me from my staring competition with Spence.

- “As opposed to?”- Morgan questioned as Prentiss kept pouring herself a cup of black coffee. I looked at her for a second, she looked nervous and tired. Did something happen to her? She had been acting a little off, but I thought she might be dating someone. Maybe the Scottish guy she kept talking with.

But it wasn’t time to sniff around my friend’s life. It was time to work and I had to make an effort to focus.

My cell phone rang as I grabbed my go bag from my desk and headed to the elevator. Spencer was waiting for me to go to the jet.

- “Hey dad!”- and that was a call I didn’t want to answer.

- “Hey peanut! how are you doing? Where are you today?”

- “Just leaving town. We are on our way to Los Angeles.”

- “Again? what’s wrong with that city?”- I chuckled and held Spencer’s hand as we got into the elevator.

- “I don’t know, but clearly, sunny weather ain’t no certainty of security. How are you?”

- “I’m well, just calling to catch up with my favorite daughter.”

- “You know I’m the only one you have, right?”- I joked and my boyfriend chuckled, overhearing my conversation with my father.

- “So, when are we meeting for lunch?”

- “How about dinner when we come back from the case?”

- “We? Are you bringing Spencer?”- oh shit…

- “Yeah, is that ok?”

- “Of course! I love that kid. There are still a few scrapbooks I haven’t shown him.”- his excitement made me chuckle.

- “He is going to be so thrilled.”- and I wasn’t even being sarcastic.

- “Then it’s a date. Call me when you get home and please be safe.”

- “You too dad. I love you.”

- “I love you more, peanuts.”- I hung up and turned to Spencer, who kept playing with my fingers the entire time.

- “Do I have to ask your dad for permission to date you?”- his voice was a soft whisper, I don’t know if he was afraid of my answer or paranoid about getting caught talking about our relationship.

- “Are you scared of what he might answer if you ask?”- I whispered, leaning closer to him. Spencer smiled, kind of awkward, and cleared his throat. But before he could answer, the elevator’s door opened and we were forced to walk, rather quickly, to the jet.

Spencer’s point of view

(Y/N) frowned as she stared at the corpse’s pictures in the case file she held. We were in the jet on our way to Los Angeles, and she kept the satin scarf around her neck, covering the hickey I left on her skin the night before. I remembered second by second the moment I marked her as mine. I remembered clearly how her body felt under mine. She trembled as my lips traveled slowly from her mouth to her neck, enjoying the taste of every inch of her skin. The sound of her moans and sighs kept guiding me and encouraging me to go on.

- “Reid?”- Morgan raised an eyebrow and kept staring at me with a silly grin.

- “What?”- I widened my eyes as I waited for his words.

- “I asked you if, considering we are going to Los Angeles…. You might give Lila Archer a call.”- there was a silence in that plane, too awkward to even describe it. (Y/N) raised her eyes at Morgan and if looks could kill, my friend would be buried already.

- “No. Why would you even suggest that?”- I shook my head as Derek simply shrugged.

- “I think, Spencer, that our dear friend here just wants to find all the ways to make you feel uncomfortable around me at work, ‘cos he can be a jerk sometimes”- my girlfriend said and sighed- “I would say it’s disappointing, but it’s actually what I expected from him.”

I just kept my eyes on her, as Morgan just chuckled and turned to Hotch. I kept my eyes on (Y/N), she was still looking at the case file and clearly, something was bothering her, so I made my way to the kitchenette and started making a cup of tea for her and one for me as well. My mind kept going back to the images of (Y/N) naked under me on my bed, so I started rambling facts about the case, in a desperate attempt to focus on work, and avoid getting a hard on in front of the team.

- “Methanol is compositionally speaking the simplest of the alcohols. It's actually ubiquitous in the environment. There are small traces of its vapor in the atmosphere, but atmospheric methanol is easily oxidized by sunlight.”

I didn’t even breathe.

- “Is it toxic?”- Prentiss asked right away.

- “Ingesting 10 milliliters of it will cause permanent blindness, and as little as 30 is potentially fatal.”- I kept giving facts and picked two bags of earl grey tea.

- “These victims had between five and six ounces in their lungs.”- Morgan seemed confused by my words, but I just continued talking and poured hot water into two cups.

- “You know, if they were immersed in it, they would have died even without ingesting or inhaling it. When absorbed through the skin, it depresses the central nervous system to an unsustainable degree.”

- “Well, what's it used for?”- Morgan kept his eyes on me as I walked to (Y/N) and gave her a cup of freshly made tea, and sat next to her, as she whispered a sweet thank you. I couldn’t help but picture her naked again, so I started spitting facts one more time.

- “What isn't it used for? A solvent, an antifreeze. In World war II the Germans used it for rocket fuel. It's used in wine-making. Its most commonplace use, however, is in the creation of other chemicals. Methanol can become plastic, plywood, paint, explosives, and permanent press textiles. It's essentially the chemical used to separate other chemicals from each other.”

- “Breath, honey.”- (Y/N) smiled at me and landed her hand on my knee, making me realize I was rambling too fast.

- “Can it be bought? Is it tracked?”- I heard Prentiss’ question but didn’t answer it by decision. Instead, I focused on the warm feeling (Y/N)’s touch gave me. It was soothing and relaxing. Just knowing she was there made me feel better about basically everything.

- “California's got some of the strictest environmental laws in the country. I'm sure it's regulated.”- Hotch analyzed, and Rossi continued talking.

- “Yeah, but methanol is also used in making biofuels, which quite a few people have been doing at home. I'd imagine the sale of it is fairly commonplace.”

- “But he needs enough in which to immerse a body.”- Hotch replied, and though I wanted to add a thought, I didn’t. I held (Y/N)’s hand instead and intertwined my fingers with hers.

- “All the victims were nude, but there's no evidence of sexual assault on any of them.”- Morgan added, and Prentiss continued talking.

- “And the skin was removed from the bottom of the foot. Unless we're talking about a foot fetishist, you actually can't get further away from sexual areas.”- (Y/N) let my hand go suddenly and tapped on my leg sweetly. It was my cue.

- “Yeah. Impotent sadists like Robert Napper typically take their frustration out on their victims. You'd think there'd be a lot more kill.”

- “And what he's doing is very specific, very focused. It’s not just about sex or power.”- my girlfriend added, and I nodded at his words.

- “What about the skin patches? Is this a trophy of some sort?- Rossi questioned, staring right at me.

- “I have no idea. Skin, independent of any other substance, would wither and die rather quickly.”

- “ Well, that might be the thing that's forcing our unsub back out on the hunt.”

- “Considering the wide divergence of abduction and dumpsites, this guy could be anywhere. L. A. is over 500 square miles.”

- “Uh, 498.3”- I corrected and Morgan shook his head, annoyed.

- “And the fact that no one has seen him either abduct or dispose says he knows the city and its patterns well. Day and night, it's all the same.”- Rossi looked at (Y/N) and waited for any word coming from her. She had been very quiet since we got on the plane. But instead, Hotch spoke.

- “Reid, you and (Y/N) start working on how he is getting so much methanol, plus a geographical profile. We need to narrow down his hunting area.”- we both nodded and re-opened the file again. I was excited to know I was paired with her. Hotch trusted me, and that felt good. I didn’t want to let him down.

(Y/N)’s point of view

I hated Hotch. He kept pairing me with Spencer, and I felt like I was never going to do my work in peace again, ‘cos I kept thinking about humping that hot boyfriend I had every minute of every hour we were together. It was already hard enough leaving the house every day on time for work, and keeping my hands off him for over 9 hours every day.

Honestly, I don’t wanna sound like a horny teenager, but I had held myself back for years. Years! I didn’t want to anymore. I didn’t feel like I could. So when I saw Spencer walking toward me in those tight gray pants and that white shirt, I knew my day was gonna be hell.

- “Ready chipmunk?”- he whispered and I nodded- “Ok, let’s get to work.”

The last thing I wanted to do with Spencer was work. Every hour was torture. I couldn’t even kiss him in that police station. And no, I didn’t try to sneak him into the bathroom with me or anything like it, though I thought about it more than once. I had to make sure to keep it professional.

At least until that night.

I knew what I was doing was wrong. I knew it was childish, and most of all, it was just what Hotch had asked us not to do the minute we told them we were together. But none of that actually mattered, ‘cos there I was, sneaking into Spencer’s room in the middle of the night.

He opened the door and smiled at me, wrapping his arms around me before I could close the door behind my back.

- “Wait, Batsy, someone might see us,”- I whispered and turned around, but his arms locked me against his chest, and his lips moved quickly all over my skin.

- “I missed you so much,”- Spencer whispered and pushed me against the door, closing it.

- “We were together the whole day”- I chuckled and sighed, enjoying the nice welcome.

- “But being professional and not kissing you all day is horrible. It’s torture!”

I stared at him, unbuttoning my shirt, and bit my lips. Spencer Walter Reid was my boyfriend, and I couldn’t be happier to enjoy his love.

- “I missed kissing you too,”- I murmured, running my fingers through his hair as his lips made their way to my neck, sucking carefully my skin, making me moan in a second.

- “I swear, we are catching this guy tomorrow, so we can go back home and be together”- I chuckled at the desperation in his words, but I couldn’t even answer, ‘cos someone knocked at the door, and the two of us froze, wide opening our eyes, feeling caught.

- “I’m busy”- that was all Spencer managed to say.

- “Open up, kid. We need to talk.”- Derek commanded from the hall. I quickly buttoned my shirt as Spencer looked at me, almost like a lost puppy, and fixed his clothes too.

- “Sorry,”- I whispered, and gave him a short smile. Defeated, my boyfriend opened the door, and I waved at Morgan, who widened his eyes as soon as he saw me there.

- “Shit, kids. I’m sorry. I didn’t think you would be here.”

- “It’s ok. We were just catching up on a few things. I have to go back to my room anyway. It’s late already. I’ll leave you two to talk.”- I kissed Spencer’s lips, feeling Morgan’s eyes on us the whole time.

- “Good night, chipmunk,”- my boyfriend whispered and caressed my face sweetly.

- “Bye, Morgan”

- “Sleep tight, pretty girl.”

I closed the door behind my back, and Morgan nearly yelled right away.

- “My man!!”

I could only imagine Spencer’s cheeks as he heard our friend’s teasing. We knew Morgan would give him a hard time when we told them we had started dating.

- “You owe me”- I read the incoming text from my boyfriend and chuckled as I laid back in bed.

- “No, you owe me a thousand kisses”- I texted back and closed my eyes, waiting eagerly for his reply.

- “Deal. But I get to choose where I kiss you”- how on earth did I wait for so long to tell him I loved him?

There was one downside of dating Spencer, though. My boyfriend was very insecure. He was jealous and scared someone was going to show up and steal me away from him. He couldn’t see he was the sun of my days, and that I would never change him for anyone else. Like that could ever happen. I had been in love with Spencer Walter Reid since day one, and though we had only been together for two weeks, I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. No questions asked. If he asked me to marry him that night, I would have accepted in a second, and actually, drag him to the nearest church.

The following morning, when we reached the police station, Spencer took a look around the room and scanned the bunch of police officials that greeted the team. There was nothing out of the ordinary, so I smiled at him and continued walking to our office, where we started working right away. Morgan called García and asked for information about the taxi companies that worked in the area of the latest abductions, and for a moment, I enjoyed overhearing their random conversation. Until...

- “SSA (Y/L/N)”- one of the police officials knocked on the door and half opened it. We all stopped and turned to see him, but he just smiled and walked in.- “Good morning, I just wanted to bring you something to eat with your coffee”- and just like that, he gave me a donut. I didn’t know how to act, or what to say. I never saw that coming, honestly. So I just cut him a very polite smile and watched him walk out of the room.

The way all of my teammates looked at me was embarrassing, to say the least. But the look in Spencer’s eyes was pure jealousy.

- “Someone has been breaking hearts at the station while we’ve been breaking our backs trying to catch a serial killer.”- Morgan joked as I shook my head right away.

- “I have no idea what this is all about”- and I wasn’t lying.

- “You are cute, (Y/N).”- Prentiss smiled at me and grabbed the donut- “And if you are not gonna eat it, I will gladly help.”

- “Thanks”- I mumbled as she continued talking.

- “We can go out for drinks when we get home. Maybe you can get us a few rounds for free.”- Spencer stood up and faced the blackboard with leads in one corner of the room. Of course, he was mad. No questions asked. And of course, the team had to make it worse.

- “I’m actually surprised this hadn’t happened before. Bad luck for this official, Spencer already made his move.”- and Morgan chuckled at his own joke.

- “Let’s focus on work now.”- Hotch basically commanded, his expression serious as I nodded and took a look at the room. Prentiss kept reading files as she ate the donut, Morgan did the same, trying to steal part of the pastry. Spencer didn’t turn and kept his back to us, pretending to be focused on the board. But I knew he was just jealous.

- “What about a gypsy cab?”- Rossi pointed out after a short silence- “They roam around in unregistered vehicles with fake insignias that look legit.”

- “There are 2,300 registered cabs in the city and at least as many unregistered.”- detective Bailey added, as Hotch kept walking around the room looking even more serious.

- “And no one pays any attention when they get into a cab.”- Rossi sentenced.

- “If he's unregistered, he's not gonna sit outside taxi stands and wait to pick up fares in the traditional way.”- I added and kept my eyes on the map behind Spencer, trying to see if there were any official taxi stands there. But mostly ‘cos I wanted to see if Spencer turned to look at me. But he didn’t.

- “Which makes him either harder to find. This guy could be anywhere.”

- “Detective, can you gather everyone? We'd like to give the profile.”- Hotch interrupted Morgan and we all stood up to get ready. Detective Bailey walked out of the room, along with Rossi, Prentiss, and Morgan. But I stayed behind with Hotch, waiting for Spencer.

- “What is it, Reid?”- our Unit Chief asked, and I prayed we just talked about our professional issues.

- “When I was in school, we used to use methanol to separate chemicals from each other. Whatever we did, we’d clip a sample of the source material to label and keep next to the output.”- my boyfriend explained, frowning.

- “What kind of samples?”- I asked him, already knowing the answer.

- “Square samples 2 inches by 2 inches.”- right like our unsub.- “I think this guy's a scientist and he's experimenting.”

- “What kind of samples could he be getting from each girl?”- I asked but neither of them answered - “It sounds like that book, “Perfume.” Do you think he is trying to capture an essence?”- I asked, honestly wondering if this case was related to the book. But neither of them could give me an answer.

- “Let’s deliver the profile”- Hotch walked to the door and I held Spencer’s hand, stopping him from walking away.

- “We’ll be there in a second”- I cut Hotch a short smile and pulled Spencer’s arm closer to me, as he tried to walk towards the door.

- “Two minutes”- I nodded at Hotch’s words before he closed the door behind his back.

- “Don’t be mad at me.”- I whispered right away, and the word left my lips more like a plea than as a command.

- “I am not mad at you, chipmunk.”- Spencer mumbled and looked at his feet. He was nearly pouting, and I couldn’t help but feel it made him look adorable. He was too cute for his own good. And mine. How could I control myself around him if he looked like that?

- “Then why are you acting like this, honey?”

- “I just… how should I act when some random cop just stops a meeting to flirt with you? And I know I can not tell them you are mine!”

- “I don’t care if a cop gives me a donut! I don’t even like donuts! I just want you. I love you!”

- “And I love you too”- Spencer whispered as I moved closer and wrapped my arms around him, feeling the warmth of his body invading mine, making me feel loved, protected, and… automatically aroused.

- “You are the one who is gonna take me home as soon as we catch this killer. Don’t forget that.”- I added and looked at how his cheeks turned red in less than a second.

- “I know… I just… it’s hard to forget you are way out of my league. I still don’t know who I got lucky enough to call you mine.”- and that just hurt.

- “What? Who says that?”

- “Everyone who knows we are dating”

- “Honey Bunny, I am not out of your league. You are hot, smart, and funny! and most importantly, I love you!”- I stood on the tip of my toes and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer to plant a kiss on his lips. It was fast and sweet, and it left me wanting more immediately.

Spencer stared at me, dumbfounded for a second. And that’s when Hotch opened the door and stared at us.

- “We are waiting.”

Spencer’s point of view

The team was out, (Y/N) and I were alone at the station - alone in the middle of all those officials- trying to narrow the geographic profile. And you know what? Despite my initial thoughts of Hotch longing to torture us, I was actually enjoying my time alone with my girlfriend. I knew I would never be able to work if we were apart. I could never live with myself if anything ever happens to her while we are together.

- “This is impossible”- (Y/N) mumbled, staring at the blackboard- “This unsub is all over the city, dumping bodies like a pizza delivery guy”- my phone rang that second, it was Prentiss.

- “Could it be smell?”

- “What?”- that came out of nowhere. Well, not exactly, (Y/N) had said it earlier, but we had nothing to link it with yet.

- “Could smell be what's attracting him to his victim?”

- “Distillation extraction.”- I whispered and turned to my girlfriend.

- “I told you it was like Perfume”- she shook her head as I went through the plot of that book in my mind, again.

- “Well, I hope you know what you just said, 'cause you lost me.”- Prentiss said at the other side of the line, and I proceeded to briefly explain the facts.

- “Methanol can be used to create scents or aromas. If you soak something in it for hours, it draws out the essential oils. Emily, let me call you right back, ok?”

- “I’m gonna call Hotch”- (Y/N) said as I hung up my phone.

- “And I’m gonna call García. We have to narrow down all the equipment needed to distill an essence.”

- “And I thought homemade scented candles could be a nice hobby”- (Y/N) joked as I dialed.

- “Hello loverboy, what can I do for you today?”

- “Hey García, I need you to help me track and address where a specific kind of equipment has been delivered.”

- “Do you have a list?”

- “No, but I can dictate it very fast”

- “Tell her I can fax it”- (Y/N) interrupted me and Garcia chuckled.

- “That is the best girlfriend ever, right there. She deserves a donut.”- of course, Morgan had told her already about what had happened that morning. It felt like nothing could ever be private working in the BAU. I bit my lip, as I meant to tell her (Y/N) doesn’t like donuts, but instead I heard Garcia say goodbye.

- “Hotch is on his way with Rossi”- (Y/N) announced, sitting by my side to start writing down all the equipment for a distillation extraction home lab, while I stared at her for a minute.

- “What?”- she whispered- “Am I forgetting anything?”

- “Receiver flasks”- I read the list quickly and my eyes moved back to her lips as she smiled. I had to close my eyes for a second and list prime numbers to control myself.

- “So, I was thinking, they are showing the original “Solaris” tonight back home. If we get there on time, do you wanna watch it with me?”- my girlfriend asked and for a moment, all I could do was stare at her in silence.

- “Marry me”- I whispered and her sweet laughter filled the room. I knew my cheeks were burning red 'cause I meant it. I wanted to marry her, right there, on the spot. I knew it since the day I met her, and now that she was mine, it was impossible to hold my feelings back.

- “Just ‘cos I wanna watch the best sci-fi movie meditation of all time with you?”- she continued giggling as her lips touched mine for a second.

- “Well… yeah…”- that was all I could answer and I just stared at her, probably looking like a dork. She loved calling me a dork, and I just wanted to be her dork.

- “So, if we make it on time, can we invite Prentiss?”- (Y/N) whispered and looked around, though we were alone, and we had been for at least an hour.

- “Why? I thought you meant going out as a date”- I looked down at my hands, fidging on a piece of paper, as she kept her eyes on me. I could feel her smiling.

- “We can have a date after… maybe a sleepover. But I feel like Emily needs a little fun. She seems kinda distant and worried. I don’t know why. Maybe she misses JJ.”

- “We could invite her too”

- “I don’t think JJ would enjoy Solaris as much as we do.”

- “Right, she doesn’t speak Russian”- (Y/N) chuckled and held my hand.

- “Neither do I.”

- “Yeah, but you know I’m gonna whisper the translation in your ear the entire movie.”- I answered and moved closer to her, landing a hand on her waist.

- “Aren’t you getting bold, Dr. Reid?”- (Y/N) whispered, wrapping her arms around my neck.

- “I’m getting…”- but before I could finish talking, Rossi and Hotch stormed into the room.

- “Oh come on! hang a tie on the doorknob next time! I don’t wanna see that!”- David argued as (Y/N) moved away from me.

- “Sorry, sorry! I’m gonna fax this to Garcia.”- and just like that, she left the room.

But though it was a very good plan, we didn’t get to watch Solaris that night. And it wasn’t because Prentiss turned us down (‘cos of course, she did), it was because (Y/N) remembered she had made plans already, and she couldn’t cancel.

- “Chipmunk, are you sure this is a good idea?”- I turned to her before we exited her car, trying my best (and failing) not to show how nervous I was. And I would have been embarrassed, but she was worse than I was. My girlfriend was actually pale, scared to tell her father we were dating.

- “I am positive I have no idea.”- she mumbled and sighed- “But if we hide it, it’s gonna be way worse.”

- “Yes, that’s true. But if we tell him, we are gonna have to tell your mom, and your brother.”

- “And then we are gonna have to move”- she added, giggling. And those giggles made me chuckle, as I held her hand and kissed it.

- “With you? I would go anywhere”

- “Dad is a cop, remember that. He knows how to track people.”

- “Witness protection program, chipmunk. We can make it”- and her giggles turned into laughter that made my heart flutter- “Come on, the quicker we do this, the quicker we are back home, and you promised me a sleepover”- I opened my door and ran out to open hers and help her out of the car.

- “Peanut!”- Chief (Y/L/N) stood up and opened his arms to hug his daughter. And just then I remembered how much he intimidated me. He was sitting all alone, drinking a scotch, waiting for us. And somehow that made me feel like a kid. A weak kid who was about to tell the scariest man alive that he was sleeping with his daughter.

- “Hey daddy! I missed you so much!”

- “How is my little princess doing? Did you catch the bad guy? Hi Spencer!”- and suddenly, I froze. All I could do was wave, but chief (Y/L/N) grabbed my hand and shook it.

- “Sorry we are late, we just got home after the case”- (Y/N) excused us as we sat at the table. I quickly grabbed a menu, basically to do something, as my girlfriend leaned over to her dad and rested her head on his shoulder. Yup, I watched her cuddle with her dad right in front of me and somehow it made me feel jealous. Is that bad? ‘cos I felt bad about it. I also felt weird to hear her calling him “daddy.” But I refused to think further about that at that minute ‘cos I felt like a perv. And mostly ‘cos I felt I was developing a weird kink I didn’t know if (Y/N) was going to like.

- “Don’t worry about it. I’m glad you are here, kids. Were you on the field?”

- “No, Hotch kept us at the police station the entire time we were in Los Angeles, which was great actually, ‘cos I didn’t want to deal with the heat. Is this for me?”- (Y/N) grabbed a glass and sipped it- “Gin Tonic!”

- “You deserve it, peanut. You had a long few days. I also asked for a Sprite for Spencer, ‘cos you told me he is cutting caffeine at night”- I looked at my girlfriend and she sincerely blushed, embarrassed. So she talked to her dad about me. I already knew she loved me, but that silly confirmation made me feel so cared for.

- “So, tell me, kids. What’s new?”- we both opened our mouths but no word came out. It was too fast to just drop the news, right? Or at least that’s how it felt.

- “Not much”- my girlfriend answered quickly and cut her father a big grin- “How about you?”

- “Since the last time we met, not much either. Oh, your brother has a new girlfriend. Did you know?”- (Y/N) shook her head and turned to me, I just sipped my Sprite and hid behind my menu. It felt like it was going to be a long awkward night.

- “He has been dating for over six months, I am actually proud of him. Maybe not telling us made his relationship work, finally”- Chief (Y/L/N) joked as the waitress came over to take our order. That forced us to pause our conversation and focus on food for a minute. But as soon as the waitress was gone, the topic came back.

- “So you think keeping a relationship a secret from family can be a good idea?”- (Y/N) asked, biting her lip.

- “No, but I think whatever helps your brother keep a girl longer than a weekend is good enough for me.”- I nodded and smiled, awkwardly at chief (Y/L/N)- “How about you, Dr. Reid? What’s new?”

- “We are visiting my mother by the end of the month.”- that was the first thing that came to my mind and I regretted it as soon as the words left my mouth.

- “Sounds like a good plan. Where do you stay when you go to Vegas?”- and suddenly I felt like I had to explain to chief (Y/L/N) I was actually sleeping with his daughter.

- “We alternate between a Holiday inn near the institute and a Marriott closer to the city, where Spencer can’t get into any casino ‘cos he was banned at eighteen.”

- “Why do you always bring the banned from the casino thing?”- I argued embarrassed as (Y/N) and her dad chuckled.

- “‘Cos it’s fun to see you get all embarrassed out of something that is actually quite funny.”- my girlfriend sipped her gin tonic and looked at me in a way that I still wasn’t used to. She looked at me like she wanted to get me naked. And that made my pants tight in less than a second. I hadn’t made love to her in two days and it was turning into agony.

- “Actually dad, there is one thing Spencer and I wanted to tell you about.”- but her words took me from my thoughts and slammed me back to reality.

- “Sounds serious. Everything ok?”- (Y/N) turned to me and immediately, her father followed her. I opened my mouth but nothing came out. I felt worse than during my first interrogation with an unsub. I felt like I was thirteen again, in my first college class.

- “Ok… so, what (Y/N) wanted to tell you is that, contrary to what most people thought, we were able to take the next step. And though it was hard, and though it really took us way too much time to do it and admit it, the truth is…”

- “Are you trying to tell me that you two are finally dating?”- (Y/N)’s dad wide opened his eyes and stared at me as if I had just confirmed we found the cure for cancer. I just nodded and felt her hand in mine, intertwining our fingers.

- “Are you fucking kidding me?”- chief (Y/L/N) stood up and automatically I caught a glimpse of his gun on his belt. Great. I was going to die.

- “Dad, I know this might be a little bit of a shock, but I love Spencer and we finally decided to…”

- “A little bit of a shock?! Peanut, it took you forever!”- and right after that, (Y/N)’s father wrapped me in a tight hug that forced me to stand up.- “Well son! you are officially part of this family now!”

- “Dad, we are dating, not getting married”- you could feel the embarrassment in (Y/N)’s voice as she spoke.

- “After how long it took you two to get together, I actually settle for just dating. As long as you are together, in love and happy, I don’t want anything else.”- chief (Y/L/N) tapped on my back and smiled, then turned to his daughter and hugged her too.

- “Just take care of each other. I had never imagined a better man for my peanut. Does your mother know?”

- “His mom or my mom?”- (Y/N) asked as we all sat down again and Chief (Y/L/N) raised his hand to call the waitress and ordered champagne to celebrate.

- “Either”

- “No, no one knows. You are the first family member we tell the news to, but that’s why we are going to Las Vegas in a few weeks, we wanna tell Diana face to face.”- (Y/N) added and turned to me with a huge smile- “I wanted to tell you first ‘cos I knew mom was gonna make a huge deal and Phoenix is gonna try to act like a protector brother.”

- “You are right, peanut. Your brother is gonna try to threaten Spencer, so get ready for that scene, son.”- I bit my lips and nodded, as the waitress appeared with the champagne and glasses.

- “To you, kids. And to love. I am more than sure you two will make each other very happy for a very long time.”

Later that night, I was trying to catch my breath on (Y/N)’s bed. She was wrapped around my body, sweating and resting her head on my chest. I hugged her tight and kissed the top of her head as I felt her sigh and giggle for a moment.

- “What’s so funny, chipmunk?”

- “The fact you just made me call you daddy.”

- “You didn’t like that?’”

- “Try to stop me from doing it again, daddy.”

- “You have to be a good girl first. Earn it.”- (Y/N) giggled and started leaving sloppy kisses on my chest, up to my neck until she reached my lips.

- “I promise I will be good for you, daddy.”

- “You have to be good now and sleep. We still have to work tomorrow.”- and for a moment, we just lay on her bed in total bliss, listening to each other’s breathing. Until my sweet girlfriend sighed and looked at me.

- “It’s scary.”

- “What chipmunk?”

- “The fact that everything is finally perfect.”- I smiled and kissed her nose, making sure I had her locked in my arms, safe and sound.

- “Why is that scary?”

- “I’m afraid something very bad is about to happen.”

- “Don’t think that. Nothing bad will happen to you, or me, or anyone around us if I can help it.”- I kissed the top of her head and tried to be as soothing as possible.

- “I just… I had never been so happy before.”- I could hear the embarrassment in her voice as she confessed her feelings.

- “Me neither.”- I whispered and felt her kiss my neck in reassurance- “Maybe that’s what’s scary.”

Little did we know things were weeks away to turn into the biggest and saddest mess we had ever faced before.

- “Perhaps.”- (Y/N) made a pause and sighed- “I just don’t wanna lose you, honey bunny.”

- “I promise you, you won’t, ma cherie.”

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Hi there! I'm Rae (She/They/He) and I'm finally on Winter Break! I haven't been able to interact with the community as much I wanted to because of classes but my time has finally come!

Currently, I'm really focused on my f/os Iji.chi Kiy.otaka (JJ.K) and Rodi.mus (Transf.ormers). I am completely okay with sharing all of my f/os! You can check out my carrd in my bio as well.

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Ranch Hand: Chapter 14

Farmer!Veteran!Bucky Barnes X Teen!Reader (Small town and Farmer AU)

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Series summary: You ran away from your nightmare of a family, you found a small town, population 200. In this town you meet a retired army veteran turned farmer who hires you as farm hand. Only mystery will you two be able overcome your pasts together.

Chapter Summary: It's the day of the home evaluation.

Series Warnings: Mentions nightmares, Child abuse, mental abuse, physical abuse, war, swearing, mentions death by cancer, mentions of alcohol and illegal substance abuse. please tell me if you see anymore!!! But do so politely please.

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Bucky pulls up on the gator to the front of the house. He sees a woman waiting on his porch looking a little annoyed. He gets out of the gator opening the back of it to let the dogs out. They run to the porch to their water bowls as he follows.

"Hello ma'am, is there something I could help you with?" Bucky asks.

"I'm Ms. Grant from social services, im here to check over your house! Where have you been?"

"I've been working on the farm. I can give a tour of it after I show you the house." Bucky smiles he opens the door of the house welcoming her inside.

"Okay give me a minute to look around." Ms. Grant says, "which room will Ms. L/n be in?"

"Last door on the left. Mine is right across the hall." Bucky explains. "I'll make some coffee while you look around."

"That would be great thank you." She smiles before she goes into the living room.

"Oh and on the desk in there I have a binder of all the papers that I was told I needed." He peaks in the. She looks at the binder and nods. He goes back to the kitchen beginning to make a pot of coffee. He grabs his phone looking at the time. It's almost noon. He knows you started school last week and are having a terrible time. He wants to let you know but he doesn't want to bother you during school. He texts you telling you to call him after school. He nervously sits at the table waiting for the woman to come back.

It's takes her a few minutes before she comes in checking the kitchen over. Bucky tries to control his knee from bouncing but he can't. This was the only thing stopping him from gaining custody of you.

"I think it's time for the tour of the property."

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You had gotten the text during lunch. You've nervously been waiting. You got on the bus and texted him. You tell him you'll be able to call in a few minutes. You haven't really talked to anyone at your new school. You doubted you'd be here for long so you were just waiting and counting down the days until you could be in marvelfalls again.

"Hey weirdo." You don't look up choosing to just stare at you phone instead. "Oh don't ignore me." Someone pushes you head but you ignore them and look out the window.

"Come on L/n we just want to talk." A new voice says.

"Leave me alone Colton." You say as the bus stops. You stand grabbing you bag and hurry off of it. You look around noticing you have zero clue where you are. You are lost now. You sigh pulling out your phone and calling bucky. Not to help you get home since obviously he doesn't know where to go. You just wanted to know what he wanted to tell you.

"Hey doll! How was school?"

"Fine I guess." You begin walking down the road. You put him on speaker and pull up a map on your phone.

"Well the house just evaluated and I should find out if I'm getting my foster license by Friday!"

"Really? So if you get your license how long till I get to go back to the farm?"

"Probably by next Monday."

"That's amazing! I hate this school. I miss the dogs.."

"Only the dogs?" He asks.

"I guess I miss the horses too." You tease.

"Wow rude." He laughs.

"Okay I have to go... Bye Buck."

"Bye doll."

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Captains with a childhood friend who was usually touchy and clingy suddenly stopping and when they confronted them, their friend admitted to starting to like them romantically and didn't want to take advantage? Pls let them end up together!

I wasn't sure which captains you wanted sooooo I did all of them lol Admin Neon

Hyuuga: He's always complaining about the random hugs and clinginess from you anyway, so when you stop doing it one day Hyuuga actually isn't all that bothered — he thinks, maybe, you finally decided to cool it a bit. He thought it meant you would be bothering him less, but when weeks go by and you still haven't greeted him with your usual death grip of a hug, he realizes you meant for the change to be permanent. It has him more upset than he would have originally thought and your explanation only manages to further confuse and upset him.

"Aren't you supposed to want to hold someone you like more?" he asks you, implying he wouldn't mind if you went back to doing that.

Kasamatsu: Prior to your confession, Kasamatsu already felt flustered every time you got touchy with him. He's not a very physically intimate guy in public, so the affection you showed him often left him red in the face and yelling in embarrassment. After your confession however, he's suddenly looking back on all those moments where you'd hugged him for a bit longer than necessary, where you'd let your fingertips graze over his skin, where you'd stared at him with what he now realized was longing. And he found himself missing the affection despite the embarrassment it brought him.

"You don't have to stop," he mumbles, looking away from you. It's not exactly a confession of his own, but it's enough for now.

Imayoshi: When you first started getting touchy with Imayoshi, he constantly teased you about being careful — he might fall for you, or vice versa, if you kept it up. After a while though, he began to think it was just part of your personality. After all, he wasn't the only person you got touchy with, you just took it a bit farther with him. He chalked it up to your long friendship with him and familiarity. Eventually he stops teasing you about it; you never reacted anyway so it was getting boring. The day you finally confess however, he's trying hard not to let you realize you'd caught him by surprise.

"Ah, see, I knew you would fall for me one day because of that," he teases. "But that's okay, because I was right about me, too."

Otsubo: The day you stopped outwardly showing him affection, Otsubo finds himself ranting to his younger sister — it was something he did often, actually. The two of you had been friends for so long, even his sister knew all the ins and outs to your personality. He was in the middle of a sentence, describing to her how you used to act before versus how you acted now, when it all seemed to suddenly click for him. Leaving his sister hanging, he goes to find you, shocking you when he asks you outright if you had deeper feelings for him.

"You don't have to hide them from me or stop what you were doing," he reassures. "Don't you know I've felt the same way?"

Okamura: He doesn't receive a lot of physical affection, romantic or platonic, so Okamura relished in every bit of affection you gave. If he was honest with himself, he would realize that the fleeting touches and lingering hugs had actually made him fall for you at some point. So when you suddenly stop giving him any affection one day, cutting him off cold turkey, he's upset and confused. He won't mention it at first, but after a while he starts to believe he's done something to upset you. When you reassure him it wasn't him and that you were simply being conscious of not taking advantage of him, well...

"You can take advantage of me!" he blurts before reddening as he realized what he said. "I mean. I like you, too. Please don't hold back."

Akashi: Being rather perceptive, it doesn't take Akashi long to realize why you were suddenly refusing to embrace him like you once did. He had started noticing the signs of your growing infatuation as soon as they started happening — the lingering glances, the soft blushes, the stuttered words — and he had been glad you'd finally caught up to the amount of affection he held for you. Maybe now you would be ready to take the relationship a step further. When you suddenly stopped giving him that affection however, he knew he had to clear up any confusion you may have had about his own feelings.

"I'm afraid you are mistaken," he explains. "Not once did I ever say I didn't enjoy your affection. If I'm being honest, I crave it."

Nijimura: As one of his dearest and longest friends, Nijimura never really minded when you would cling to his side or hold onto his arm or tangle your fingers with his. In fact, he found it endearing. When you suddenly start treating him differently, he's quick to pick up on the shift in your dynamic with him, though he doesn't exactly know why it's happening at first. After confronting you and hearing your confession, his once hardened expression softens into one of understanding and, if you were to look closely, you would probably see the light flush on his cheeks.

"Please don't push me away because your feelings for me have evolved." Asking for your affection back was clearly not beneath him.

Hanamiya: On the outside, it always looked like Hanamiya was annoyed with your clinginess, but other than his mother, you were the only person who would willingly embrace him, so he didn't mind it as much as he made it seem. He doesn't mention it at first when you suddenly stop, letting things play out naturally — he was convinced you'd start up again on your own anyway. Eventually weeks go by though and you still haven't hugged him. People start to notice that he seems more prone to anger because of it, like the simple hugs he got from you daily had been the last thing grounding him.

"Hah, that's why you stopped?" he asks after your confession. He's glaring at you. "Idiot, that's not a good enough excuse. Get over here."

Iwamura: If there was one thing that Iwamura liked about you, it was how forthcoming you always were with your affection. You never beat around the bush — if you wanted a hug, you would take one; if you wanted to hold his larger hand in yours, you would grab it. So when you suddenly stop, coming up with weak excuses as to why your attitude toward him had changed, he starts to press you further for a truthful answer. He's not surprised when you eventually confess your deeper feelings for him, having seen in coming, and he supposed now was as good a time as any to tell you about his own feelings.

"I appreciate you being honest with me," he murmurs, moving a hand to place it on your cheek. "Allow me to be honest with you now."

Nash: Similarly to Imayoshi, Nash teases you about your touchy feely attitude with him from the very beginning. He's relentless, never letting you get a simple hug in without making some remark about how you're falling head over heels for him. You think he's just joking — that he doesn't mean it all seriously — but the day you stop giving him those affectionate touches, his attitude seems to sour. He doesn't take long to track you down, asking you what your problem was and if you didn't want to associate with him anymore. Your confession has his mood changing just as quickly as prior.

"You're not taking advantage of me if I liked it," he reassures with a smirk. "And I just so happen to like when you throw yourself at me."

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bunny-lovers · 3 months

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Hi! I'm Rebecca & a sweet lesbian adult self shipper.

My only romantic f/o is Mirko from My Hero Academia. I'm not okay with sharing with her.

MY DNI/BYF is on my pinned post. Please read before following me.

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movedto-bunny-lovers · 5 months

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Hello! I'm Rebecca & a sweetheart adult self shipper.

My only romantic f/os are Hawks & Mirko from My Hero Academia. I'm uncomfortable sharing them. Umbreon is my pet f/o.

Please read my DNI/BYF before you interact with me.

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jobean12-blog · 2 years

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Hold My Hand

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 1,358

Summary: You’ve got a hand for Bucky.

Author’s Note: So I recently visited one of my favorite vintage record stores and they sell all these old cds for you know like $1-$3 and I found Hootie and the Blowfish- Cracked Rear View and I was listening to it on my commute today and I was just like OMG NOSTALGIA haha!🥰 Anyway, that’s where this is from. I just wanna hold Bucky’s hand forever. I love holding hands. Here is the song if you wanna listen Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤ Jobean divider by the lovely @imerdwarf and heart divider by the lovely @skylightlantern

Warnings: Softness and fluff, little angsty feeling but it’s all good- hand holding and kisses.

Gif NOT MINE: Credit to @unearthlydust for this beautifulness, thank you bunches! 🥰

“Hey Sam! Have you seen Bucky?”

Sam looks up from his coffee and his lips dip into a frown.

“Just this morning when he came in to grab coffee.”

You give Sam a small smile and head down to Bucky’s room. With a light knock you press your ear to the door and wait.

“Yea?” Bucky’s gravelly voice answers.

“It’s me Buck, can I come in?” you ask.

You hear the shuffling of feet and the unlocking of the door before he opens it.

“Hey,” he says quietly.

You take in his appearance. Mussed hair, dark scruff lining his cheeks and a tiredness to his eyes.

“Hi. You busy?” you ask, hoping not to push too much.

“Nah, come on in doll.”

You follow him inside and he sits back on the couch. The TV is off and the curtains are drawn, letting very little of the sunshine in. He’s blankly staring at the wall across from him but you see his book sitting on the cushion next to him.

“Whatcha reading?”

He looks up, momentarily confused until you point to the book.

“Oh! The Hobbit. Sam and I were talking about it the other day and I thought I should pick it up again. Been a while.”

“Just a while?” you tease and he smiles.

“Hey, watch it doll face. You’re supposed to respect your elders.”

You throw your head back with laughter.

“So have you had any lunch yet old man?” you ask him, trying to hold back more giggles.

He chuckles. “Umm, nah, actually I haven’t eaten much,” he replies, dipping his head.

“Great, me either,” you say and hold out your hand. “Come on.”

He looks at your extended hand then lifts his eyes to yours. Your smile never falters and you wiggle your fingers invitingly. He slowly places his hand in yours and you close your fingers around his, squeezing as you grunt and pull.

“Little help?” you laugh when he doesn’t budge.

He gets up and starts to pull his hand away but you don’t let go.

“I’m accident prone,” you state plainly and hold on tightly.

With a smile he leads you to the door and holds it open. When you walk out of the building the warm sun hits your face and you sigh contentedly.

“Nice day,” you muse, more to yourself than Bucky.

“It really is,” he agrees, looking at you.

“Pizza?”

“Perfect,” he says, letting you lead the way.

Your joined hands swing lightly between your bodies as you walk down the street and you don’t push for too much conversation, letting him lead when he wants to. When you reach the front of the pizza place you take an excited step forward and your foot catches in the grate on the street.

“Woah,” you screech as you pitch downward.

Bucky holds your hand and pulls you toward him, wrapping his metal arm around your waist to steady you.

“You weren’t kidding,” he laughs.

“Nope,” you smile, popping the p before leaning up to kiss his cheek. “Thanks.”

For a moment he looks stunned and instead of letting him think about it too much you step back and open the door. “Let’s eat, I’m starving!”

After he pays for the food you head back out onto the street and grab his hand. This time he says nothing and just smiles, his warm fingers closing tightly around yours.

“Thanks for getting me out today,” he says softly. “This was nice.”

“Anytime Buck.”

Later that night you go to the kitchen to make tea and find Sam sitting at the island.

“Hey Sam.”

“You know he was smiling the rest of the day,” Sam says. “What did you do?”

“Me?” you ask with raised brows. “Nothing. It had to be the pizza.”

Sam grins and gets up, giving you a wink and a kiss on the cheek before he leaves.

The next day you find Bucky in the same position as the day before, except this time when you hold your hand out for him, he takes it right away and doesn’t let go.

The two of you walk to the park and find a sunny spot to sit and read. The afternoon goes by quickly and you enjoy the comfortable quiet of each other’s company.

The sun starts to set, painting the sky in orange and pink and the breeze gets colder. You wrap your arms around yourself and shiver. Bucky looks over at you and pulls off his jacket, draping it over your shoulders and scotting closer to you.

“Thanks,” you whisper, snuggling into the warmth of his jacket.

He reaches over and gives your hand a squeeze.

“Shit your hands are freezing,” he says.

He grabs them both and rubs them between his own.

“Your hands are so warm!” you giggle.

“Always. I’m like a walking heater,” he chuckles. “Do you want to head back?”

Your stomach grumbles and gurgles and you duck your head. You can feel Bucky shake with laughter and it makes you join in.

“I think I need some food first,” you mutter.

“Sounds like it!” he teases. “Let’s go find something warm to eat.”

You don’t see Bucky for the next few days because he and Sam are away on a mission but on the night they return you meet Sam in the kitchen when you go to grab a snack.

“Glad you guys are home,” you say, checking the cabinets.

“Me too,” Sam says, his voice strained.

“You ok?” you ask, resting your hand on his arm.

“Yea, I am, thanks. But it was a rough couple of days,” Sam explains.

You nod but don’t push for more and after finding food you go to check on Bucky. The door opens after one knock and Bucky stands on the other side.

“Hey,” he says, seeming to deflate.

“Hi,” you answer quietly. “Bad time?”

Without a word he pulls you into the room and toward his chest, tentatively wrapping his arms around your body. You immediately melt into him, circling your arms around his waist and laying your head against his chest.

He sighs and tightens his hold on you. You stay like that for a long time and the only sound you hear is the steady beat of his heart.

“Will you stay?” he whispers.

“Always,” you reply and squeeze him tighter.

He releases you and you look him over, brushing your fingers over a small cut on his temple and the dried blood on his skin.

You take his hand and sit him on the couch then go into the bathroom and get the first aid kit. You gently pat and clean the cut, putting a small band aid over the area. Afterwards, you take his hands in yours and pull off each of his gloves, lifting both his flesh hand and his metal hand to your mouth, placing soft kisses across his knuckles.

His eyes are bright with emotion as he watches you and when you take the zipper of his jacket between your fingers and slowly pull it down he sucks in a small breath. You unzip it and gently push the leather off his shoulders.

When he’s free of the jacket you push him back against the couch cushions and rest your head on his chest, twirling the chain of his dog tags between your fingers. His metal arm winds around your back and he pulls your legs over his lap.

“Is this ok?” you ask, keeping your eyes on his dog tags.

“More than ok,” he whispers, placing his metal finger under your chin.

He lifts your eyes to his and searches your face before his gaze lands on your lips.

“Thank you,” he murmurs as he tilts his head and brings his face closer to yours.

The hold you have on the chain of his dog tags tightens and you give it a light tug, closing the gap and brushing your lips to his.

“For what?” you ask, smiling when he closes his eyes at the delicate press of your mouth.

“For everything,” he hums before cradling the back of your neck and kissing you.

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metalbuckaroo · 3 years

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Birthday to Remember

SUMMARY// After being pulled along to a strip club by your friends on your birthday, you end up leaving with some company.

WARNINGS// smut, oral (f receiving), kinda corruption kink, pussyjob, cursing, mentions of tobacco and alcohol use

AU// Stripper!Bucky x Innocent!Readee

AN// Requests and asks are always open, 18+ ONLY Minors DNI

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Moodboard by// @commonintrest Dividers by// @skylightlantern

The last thing you wanted on your birthday was for your friends to drag you to a strip club. You felt awkward and out of place walking amongst the room full of half naked men and drinking customers.

"This just feels weird." You sighed, following your three friends towards the bar that was in the corner. "We'll get one of those private rooms they have here for parties and a beefy man. It will be a birthday to remember, c'mon." One of them grinned.

You pitched in on the drinks and a private room, one of the men walking in right after you. Dark, chin length hair and a sweet smile that nearly distracted from the tight leather shorts that left little to the imagination.

You spent most of the time staring down into your glass, having to silently remind yourself you were suppose be having fun as your friends cheered and giggled as they stuffed bills into the waistband of the man's shorts; whose named you learned was Bucky.

You weren't really paying attention to what he was doing. More to the way the silvery metal of his arm gleamed under the dimmed lights and where metal met flesh at the base of his shoulder.

Wondering how he got it or if he could feel when someone touched it, rather than thinking of the smooth way his body moved.

One of your friends said something to him that you couldn't quite make out. Bucky nodding and looking over at you with a half smile.

"Want the birthday special?" He asked, moving to stand in front of you. Your face warmed at his words and you swallowed thickly, shaking your head. "No, it's fine."

"Oh, come on. Don't be a prude." One of the three girls groaned, poking one of your crossed legs.

Wetting your lips, you glanced up at Bucky who looked at you with welcoming eyes. "Yeah, okay." You nodded.

Your stomach flipped when he took the drink from your hands, handing it to your friend before the cool metal of his left hand nudged at your knee for you to uncross your legs.

Bucky placed his hands on the back of the couch, your shoulders trapped between metal and flesh as he leaned down to talk in your ear. "If you're uncomfortable with anything, just pinch me."

You gave another nod and he smiled, flashing his pearly whites as he leaned his knees against the edge of the plush cushion on either side of yours.

Your heart beat wildly in your chest when he tugged at the laces of the shorts to loosen them before taking your hands in his.

Bucky was eating up every reaction you gave. The way you chewed your bottom lip as he guided your hands along the taut muscles of his chest and abdomen, your fingers feeling every dip in the smooth skin and grazing over the barbells that pierced through his nipples.

He especially liked the way you weren't trying to rush his hands to go under his shorts; letting him be in full control.

Your eyes went wide when he stopped your hands at the waistband of the leather, the sound of your heart beating and blood rushing in your ears almost drowning out the sound of your friends giggling and squealing.

And the sound of the door opening.

"Buck, you've got a set." Another man said from the doorway. "I'm in the middle of a session." Bucky huffed, looking over his shoulder but not moving your hands. "Cap is gonna fill in."

Letting out a heavy sigh, Bucky finally let go of your hands, but his close proximity wasn't letting your body relax just yet as he leaned to peck a kiss to your cheek. "Happy birthday." He chuckled before standing.

A broad blonde took his place, this one letting you sit in peace and stare into you half empty glass.

"I'm gonna head home." You exhaled, glancing at the happy looks on your friend's faces. "Fine, buzz kill." One of them muttered.

Pushing through the crowded club, you pushed the heavy metal door open. Bucky was leaned against the concrete wall of the building not far from the door, now in a pair of sweats and a hoodie as he smoked a cigarette.

"The birthday girl." He grinned, blue eyes meeting yours as you stepped closer. "Want one?" He asked, holding the cigarette out towards you. "Uh, no. Thanks."

"Listen-" he cleared his throat, pushing away from the wall to stand in front of you. "I can find someone to cover for me if you need some company on your walk home." He offered before bringing the cigarette to his lips.

"I'll be fine, I'm not too far." You shrugged, looking to the sidewalk. "You can't walk alone, it's one in the morning." Bucky chuckled, shaking his head. "That's different than walking with a stranger?"

His tongue jutted out across his bottom lip, eyebrows twitching upwards. "Well- I was about five seconds away from putting your hand in my shorts around thirty minutes ago. I think I'm a little better than a stranger." He teased, leaning forward slightly. "Besides, your friends kinda seem like assholes."

He wasn't wrong. They were sometimes pushy, telling you to loosen up a little and dragging you along with them to places where you felt out of place.

"Ok, fine." You exhaled. Bucky cracked a smile and dropped his cigarette, stomping it out under his shoe. "Let me get my stuff, just wait here for a second." He said, brushing his fingers to your forearm.

"Thanks, for walking with me." You said as you unlocked your front door. "This isn't the worst side of town but it's not the best either." Bucky said with a small laugh.

"I forgot to tip you, by the w-" his warm hand stopped yours from digging in your wallet, shaking his head. "Don't worry about it. Just- invite me in for a drink." He shrugged.

You narrowed your eyes at him, cocking your head to the side. "You're not a creep, are you?"

Bucky laughed, his smile crinkling the corners of his eyes. "No, just don't want a pretty girl to spend her birthday alone. Plus, I had someone take over my shift."

"Well, my apartment is dry. So, you're out of luck on that drink." You smiled, opening the door to walk into the small studio apartment. "That's fair."

Bucky was good company as the two of you sat on the couch in your living room, telling you funny stories about his time working at the club and listening intently to anything you said. The lighting in your apartment made his eyes even more blue than you'd noticed earlier and his features look sharper, framed by his dark locks.

Over the last couple of hours he had slowly moved his way closer to you. Close enough that you could smell his woodsy cologne mixed in with the scent of cigarettes, his metal arm resting on the back of the couch as his right hand would occasionally brush against you when he'd talk.

"You're cute, like a bunny." He said with a small laugh, making your face heat up. "Thanks, I guess?" You mumbled, chewing your tongue as he lifted his hand to your cheek.

He hummed in response, leaning closer until his lips brushed yours and your breathing hitched.

You pressed a hand against his chest and leaned away slightly. "I've never..." You trailed off, hoping he'd get the point. "I figured that much. Can go as far as you want, or we don't have to at all."

"How many girls have you said that to?" You silently cursed yourself for saying it as soon as you did, biting down on the inside of your cheek. He just chuckled and brushed his thumb over the tip of your nose. "I'm more of a long term guy. Pretty sure I can count who I've slept with on one hand."

"Sorry, I didn't mean it like that." You said quietly, pulling at a string on the seam of your jeans. "I know." Bucky said before slotting his lips over yours, the kiss gentle and sweet.

The taste of cigarettes and mint gum flooded your tastebuds when his tongue slipped past your lips to press into yours, the softness of his plump lips contrasting the scratch of his stubble.

Bucky just felt so welcoming, his touches cautious to wait for you to stop him as his hand moved from your cheek. Fingers ghosting down the side of your neck to leave goosebumps in their wake, along the buttons of your blouse and finally stopping to wedge between your thighs.

He pulled away, leaving your breathless as you blinked your eyes open to meet his lust filled blue ones. "Remember to pinch me if anything makes you uncomfortable." He teased, pecking a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

Things were moving fast, clothes quickly discarded on the path from the couch to your bed. Bucky's hands and lips only parting from you long enough to rid another clothing item that shielded his skin from yours until all that stood in his way was your underwear and his leather shorts.

You weren't sure if it was the head rush from only knowing Bucky for a few hours after holding out for so long, or the way his darkened eyes looked you over as he bent his body over yours.

"You're so beautiful." He breathed, leaving a brisk kiss to your lips before trailing wet kisses down your neck and chest.

Your hands gripped onto the sheets harder the further down your abdomen he got, trying to keep your breathing even as fingers hooked in the waistband of your underwear.

Bucky looked up at you one last time before dragging the fabric down your legs, tossing them to the side and taking his spot back between your legs.

You propped yourself up on your elbows to watch as he peppered kisses to the inside of your thighs, cold metal and warm flesh gently massaging the outsides of them as his stubble scraped at your skin.

A squeak erupted from your throat when he sunk his teeth into the supple flesh, making you move your leg away from his face to pull the skin from between his teeth.

Bucky chuckled and placed a soothing kiss on the mark. One to remind you that none of this had been a dream.

An excited chill ran down your spine when his hot breath fanned your dripping folds. Bucky giving one last glance before flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud, a soft chuckle bubbling in his chest when your body jolted and you drew in a sharp breath.

"So responsive, I could get use to that." He winked, licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit.

Bucky basked in every breathy sound and reaction he elicited from you, moaning at the taste he wanted to burn into his memory. In hopes he had another chance at this, the slice of heaven he held in his hands.

The chance to have his own angel to bend and mold into his filthiest dream.

He moved his hand to ease his middle finger into your heat, groaning at the immediate flutter of your walls as your hands fisted the sheet and chest heaved with a soft moan.

"Oh, c'mon. You can be louder than that, bunny." Bucky purred, curling the long, thick finger to find the sweet spot to set off the reaction he wanted. A louder moan pulling from your chest when he found the rough patch just inside your cunt making him smirk. "There it is."

He locked his lips around your clit again, fingers curling into the spot that pulled the vulgar sounds from your sweet lips as he sucked and flicked his tongue over the bundle of nerves. An unfamiliar feeling quickly building in your lower belly.

"Bucky-" You keened as white hot pleasure surged through you, your trembling thighs closing on his head as his metal hand moved from your hip to grope at your chest.

His fingers pinched and grazed the pebbled bud before massaging the flesh under his palm as your back arched, your breath catching in your throat and ears ringing.

Bucky lifted his head from between your legs, finger continuing to stroke your walls to work you through your orgasm as he pulled the laces of his shorts loose.

Your skin felt like it was on fire, every nerve alive as you opened your eyes again to Bucky standing at the end of the bed and shoving the shorts down his thick thighs. Erection springing free to give a glance of the two barbells on the underside of his cock. One under the ridge of his swollen head, the other at the base.

Your heart pounded in your ears when he moved back between your legs, stomach flipping from the nerves as his leaking tip ran through your folds and prodded your entrance. "Wait-"

Your hand pressed to the firm muscles of Bucky's stomach made his movements still and eyes flick up to meet your nervous expression. "We can stop if you want. Or we can try something else." He suggested, leaning on his palms to catch your lips in his briefly.

You nodded and let out a shaky breath. "Yeah, something else." You breathed.

A whimper passed your lips when he rocked his hips forward, the barbell sliding over your clit sending shocks of pleasure through you.

Bucky's bottom lip disappeared behind his teeth as let out quiet groans from the feeling of your slick coating his shaft.

"Talk to me, bunny. This okay?" He panted, gaze raking over your naked form that still had the sheet clutched tightly as melodic sounds spilled from your lips.

"Feels good," You panted, words slightly slurred from the dizzy feeling in your head caused by the pressure quickly building again. "So good." He moaned, holding his base to have better guidance through your folds.

You bit your lip into your mouth as tears prickled your eyes from the second wave of warmth that spread, choking out a moan as his pace quickened.

"Fucking shit-" Bucky huffed, his grip on your thigh tightening and release spilling onto your lower abdomen.

You inhaled a few deep breaths, trying to steady your heart beat as he pecked a kiss to your knee before standing from the bed to grab a piece of clothing for clean up.

You pulled the blanket from under you to hold to your chest, waiting for him to get dressed and make an excuse to leave like you'd heard your friends talk about after a hook up.

Instead, he wandered towards the kitchen, finding an empty can as he lit a cigarette, your eyes staying fixed on the way the muscles in his back rippled with his movements.

"C'mere." Bucky said with a soft groan as he got under the blankets with you, sitting the can on the nightstand. "You're staying?" You asked, furrowing your eyebrows at him.

"If you want me to, yeah." He shrugged, holding his arm out for you to lay on as he placed the cigarette between his teeth and grabbed a pillow to cushion the metal.

You gave a soft yeah and cuddled into his side, the soft whirring of his arm under the pillow helping you slowly drift to sleep.

You felt yourself waking up as the bed dipped under the weight of Bucky moving, deciding not to fully wake up and let him leave in silence.

"Hey," Bucky whispered, moving his body over yours to press a gentle kiss to your shoulder. "Hmm?" You hummed in response, peaking an eye open to look at the slate blue eyes that held adoration in them.

His knuckles brushed down your arm, a sweet kiss placed on your lips as he gave you a soft smile. "I gotta go, but I left my personal number under your alarm clock. Give me a call sometime."

You nodded and smiled lightly at him, another kiss pecked to your lips before he left the bed to gather his things, walking towards the door.

"I'm gonna hold ya to that, bunny."

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