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BnHA Chapter 259: Jakku General Hospital

Previously on BnHA: We chilled with Hawks and Twice, who filled us in on the various different facets of Pliff’s plan to fuck over the world. For starters there are like a dozen new bad guys who are each heading different Pliff regiments, just in case anyone forgot that this is a literal army we’re dealing with here. Hawks also reminded us of the fact that Twice can clone basically any one of the bad guys as many times as he wants now, so that’s a nicely terrifying thought to sit and mull over. We learned that once Tomura is done powering up, the villains intend to attack all over the country simultaneously and basically destroy society as we know it. Oh and also kill all the heroes of course. But I think we already knew that. Anyway, so the one bright side in all of this is that Twice naively let it slip to Hawks where Tomura was currently undergoing his Frankenstein procedure. And so the chapter ended with basically all of the heroes in Japan launching a surprise attack in the mountains of Kyoto, while the kids waited on standby to help with the evacuations. And I know that doesn’t sound very safe, but... well... shit.

Today on BnHA: A quiet morning in the Kyoto suburb of Jakku. All is peaceful -- or so it seems. Little does the elderly CEO of Jakku General Hospital (a stand-up citizen, philanthropist, and caretaker of orphans all across the country) know that lying in wait just outside his doors is a group of wicked and immoral HEROES ready to -- okay lol you know what, I can’t. Not sure what I was really going for there anyway. So! Meanwhile in the woods outside the ol’ villain hotel, a second group of heroes led by Edgeshot and featuring several child heroes in training, including KAMINARI WHO WAS LITERALLY JUST BORN YESTERDAY AND SHOULD BE AT HOME IN HIS NURSERY WATCHING PAW PATROL AND NOT OUT HERE IN THE WOODS WHERE HE IS IN TERRIBLE DANGER, is gathered and ready to attack the League’s main forces. So things kick off with Death Arms apprehending the traitorous Slidin’ Go, while elsewhere the heroes bust into Jakku General Hospital to capture Ujiko. Show of hands, who here thinks this is going to go smoothly? ...Yep. Yeah. That’s what I thought.

okay guys, before we get started I’m gonna answer a couple of relevant asks from last week. first:

I’m almost hesitant to talk about this, because I’m paranoid that Viz and co. could pounce on these sites again at any moment, and so I feel like this sort of thing is better left to private messages and discord servers. but I guess one little mention of it won’t hurt. so the site currently doing the scanlations is readheroacademia.com, which has been around for a while. and there are several other sites which also host the new chapters and have all of the old chapters archived as well. kissmanga is a big one which I know a lot of people use, but my personal favorite is readmha.com (idk, I just feel like its layout is... cleaner? if that makes any sense)

also do keep in mind that all of these sites are pretty ad-heavy, so I wouldn’t recommend visiting without a good adblocker at the ready (I generally use Chrome on both desktop and mobile, and have uBlock Origin and Disable HTML5 Autoplay enabled on my desktop browser). that being said, I’ve never had any issues myself

good question! I was actually thinking about doing a weekly follow-up post on Sundays after the official Viz translation comes out, but obviously I did not end up doing that last week lol. so now I’m thinking it might be easier for me to just post any subsequent thoughts/remarks in the following week’s chapter recap, since I’m already committed to doing those anyway and so it makes it harder to flake out

so that said, my one follow-up thought about chapter 258 is that the fan scanlation seems to have mistranslated that whole “AFO’s resurgence” part. in Viz’s version Hawks was instead saying that the PLF’s plans would “throw the world into chaos and enthrone Shigaraki atop the rubble.” and he then referred to Tomura as the second coming of All for One. sooooo, pretty much exactly the opposite of the other translation lol. this is a big blow to my continued effort to search for evidence that AFO is gonna come back and be the final villain, but I am still not deterred. we will continue to fight on until AFO either actually dies, or does come back like I keep predicting he will! please try to work with me a little better here, AFO

one other thing, instead of “New World Movement”, Viz used the same “Vanguard Action” regiment name that was used during the forest training camp arc. Caleb said that the wording (“kaibyaku koudou”) was exactly the same. so I’ll be using that too moving forward. I guess that means that Pliff is still on the menu though, pity

anyway so let’s get started now

so it’s a house... no, holy shit, wait, it’s the house!

THE NEW TODOROKI HOUSE OH MY GOD. ahhhhh lol what the fuck is this. Todofeels coming up to slap me in the face out of nowhere?! here I thought we were gonna just dive right into the Shigaraki raid and the resulting carnage

I’m... not really sure how I feel about this? like, right now I’m not trusting anything Horikoshi does lol. “quiet beginnings” you say? this is just a sneaky new way to bring me more pain. isn’t it

(ETA: I guess “quiet beginnings” also summarizes the other activities of this chapter pretty well. also is that Natsuo’s girlfriend??! at first I thought it was Rei, but those look like quirk-related ears? so Natsu then really is living his best college life huh.)

oh hey everyone it’s a brand new character!

(ETA: wait, is he actually quirkless? or is that just another LIE. you big LIAR.)

I’m so curious what the kanji is for this latest name. can’t wait for Caleb to enlighten us. I wonder if it’s “shi” as in “death”, just like with Tomura/AFO’s name. and no idea at all what “Maruta” means. basically I just want to know if there’s some pun or something, since yet again he’s obviously using a fake alias here

(ETA: so someone informed me in an anon ask that this is a reference to Unit 731, which was a Japanese unit that undertook lethal human experimentation during WWII. basically the people who conducted the experiments referred to their human subjects as “logs” to dehumanize them. and the Japanese word for log is, you guessed it, maruta. so that’s an extremely powerful and disturbing association for this name, and it’s obvious now why Horikoshi went with it.

that said, the anon said that some people were really upset by this name choice, and while I guess I can understand that, I also think that’s kind of the point, though? like, it’s supposed to be horrifying. anyone with a human conscience and any kind of empathy whatsoever should be horrified. and atrocities like that shouldn’t be forgotten, and I actually think that for someone born and raised and living in Japan like Horikoshi to be making a reference to this is fairly ballsy. because my understanding is that, like a lot of Japan’s other war crimes, it was more or less hushed up by the government afterwards, and isn’t really taught in schools or mentioned in history textbooks other than in passing. so while I can understand people maybe finding it disrespectful, I don’t think it was meant as such. it seems to me that if anything, Horikoshi wants people to look into it and be educated about it. and again, obviously he’s associating it here with easily the most reprehensible and morally sickening character in the entire series, which is fitting I think. anyway so those are my thoughts on that.)

anyway, guess what guys? looks like we’ve got ourselves another Star Wars reference! let’s just hope this particular Jakku doesn’t wind up as wrecked as its namesake when all’s said and done. it’s gonna be a loooooong day

you guys. Maruta is such a nice guy

he’s a philanthropist! and he runs orphanages all over the country! wow! what a great person!! and nursing homes as well, where residents presumably die on the regular (of old age and other natural causes no doubt), at which point they are presumably cremated, and I wonder who runs the cremation facilities? I’m sure whoever it is is definitely on the up-and-up

and “quirk-based community healthcare.” I wonder if they’re selective about who they treat based on what their quirks are. all the better to make sure people with particularly strong and/or unique quirks get the specialized treatment they need!

anyway. see, this is more like what I expected. some super dark shit, and finally some answers to a few long-established questions as well, but not without a price. that price being the churning feeling in my gut right now lol. oh man. well I just ate, so that might have something to do with it. but I tell ya, nothing makes you vaguely queasy like trying your best not to think about a massive conspiracy to kidnap and torture innocent children in the pursuit of ultimate power! so anyways I sure do hate this!

fffff like, really hate it. I HATE IT SO MUCH

[reluctantly goes ahead and slides AFO down one notch on my list of people I need to see die the most] well there it is. we have a new champion

so now we’re cutting to a hero briefing!

y’all is that THE SHERIFF. PLEASE. IT’S BEEN SO LONG. BUDDY I MISSED YA

so Nao says he had one of his guys go undercover to investigate, and they found that this hospital’s blueprints included a giant suspicious unlabeled place that nobody knows anything the fuck about

oh my god. you guys. forget Tomura, could that also be where they’re keeping the Noumus?? omg. omg omg omg. omgggggggggggg. omg

-- AHHHHHHHHHH

IF THE NEXT PANEL ISN’T JUST A CHORUS OF EVERYONE IN THE ROOM ALL SAYING “WHAT THE FUCK” SIMULTANEOUSLY, I’M GONNA DEMAND SOME ANSWERS, BECAUSE LET ME TELL YOU, HAVING ALREADY KNOWN ALL ABOUT POOR JOHN-KUN AND ALL THIS FUCKED UP SHIT MYSELF, I STILL AUDIBLY SWORE OUT LOUD. AND YOU KNOW WHAT? I’M GONNA DO IT AGAIN TOO, BECAUSE WHAT THE FUCK

come on, is Pixie Bob the only one of you here with normal human reactions or what?!

RIGHT?! YOU ALL ARE LOOKING AT A TINY MOUND OF FLESH WITH VEINY BULGING EYES JUST OGGLING BLANKLY OUT FROM ITS EXPOSED BRAINS. NOT TO MENTION IT’S GOT TWO OF WHAT VAGUELY RESEMBLE EARS, BUT WHAT I’M PRETTY SURE ARE ACTUALLY NOSES?? AND A SEVERED SPINAL CORD TAIL DANGLING OUT FROM BEHIND. ALL OF WHICH IS PLASTERED TOGETHER LIKE A LUMPY MOLD OF CLAY ATOP TWO CHILD-SIZED LEGS, which are wearing fucking sneakers, with fucking velcro and shit. fuck. fuck

lol Nao

oh yes, not difficult at all. I’m sure he’ll come along real quietly. hey, let me know how that one works out, okay

“we have the trauma of Hosu and Kamino still haunting us.” thanks for that reminder. gonna have another city to add to that list real soon aren’t we. preemptive r.i.p. Jakku

oh man you guys. can you feel this tension building up

interesting how he says “destiny.” I wonder if that’s the actual dialogue. at any rate this overconfidence is terrifying and I would really like for you all to stop jinxing shit my dudes

-- WHAT DID I JUST SAY

holy shit. please tell me this is a separate group from the Endeavor group we saw at the end of the last chapter

but that doesn’t make any sense though, because this group has Midnight and Kamui, two of their deadliest and most efficient capture specialists. not to mention Edgeshot the literal ninja who can break into anywhere. so this really should be the vanguard here based on what I’m seeing, but if that’s the case why are the eighteen-year-old Tamaki and the sixteen-year-old Toadette right there with them?? can we not, you guys. can we not

fucking shit. at least they’ve got Ms. Joke there too to back them up. if we actually get to see her quirk in action I can die happy. and so, presumably, will the villains

so the “hospital team” (is that the Endeavor team??) said they’re gonna eliminate the villains’ warping ability, which presumably means John-kun. do they even know it’s him that does it?? they don’t seem to actually know who Ujiko fucking is so I have my doubts?

on the bright side though, it seems like this Midnight team is actually going to be raiding the mansion, and won’t be involved in the hospital raid. but on the less bright side, the mansion is arguably almost as dangerous. :/ that’s where Twice is!! and probably most of the League! but at least they don’t have a dozen Noumus in the basement just waiting to be unleashed

god. people, if we don’t get moving on this action soon I am going to give myself a damn heart attack. this is way too much suspense for a chill Friday night

son of a bitch that guy behind Toadette is Honenuki, I just realized. what the fuck, U.A. ?? “hey kids! guess what! we’re going on a field trip!!” ...

-- NO!!!!!!

IT WILL NOT BE ALL RIGHT!! DON’T YOU LIE TO THEM!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!! Tamaki, fine, okay, he’s experienced, and arguably more powerful than half the people there. Toadette, she’s just a kid, but she also tried to kill Tokoyami back during the joint training arc and I’m still not sure how I feel about that so whatever! Honenuki is probably the most responsible person in this entire group so fine. Tokoyami needs to be there to have a lot of angst about Hawks

but Kaminari. Kaminari fucking Denki. no. no, sir. excuse the fuck out of me. how fucking dare you. he is a five-year-old boy in the body of a high-voltage adolescent. and he’s maybe, just maybe, more powerful than anyone else in this fucking group but that still doesn’t give you the right to put this little baby boy RIGHT ON THE FRONT FUCKING LINES!! holy shit! HIS BLOOD IS ON YOUR HANDS!! I DON’T LIKE ANY OF THIS

OH MY GOD

RIGHT?!?!? omg omg omg omg omg

he’s literally wailing “I miss class 1-A” so loudly that it’s echoing all the way through the forest. see now that’s why you DON’T TAKE KAMINARI WITH YOU ON YOUR SECRET STEALTH ATTACK MISSION!! would somebody please point me towards whoever’s fucking idea this was so that I can go kick their fucking ass please and thank you

and here are the rest of them oh my god

Momo, Mina, Jirou, and Kiri at the forefront. okay, fine. this, I do like

so Edgeshot says they’ve surrounded the villains on all sides. man, no wonder they’re so worried about their warping capabilities. this is basically their one chance to capture all the bad guys in one fell swoop. I guess it makes more sense why all their capture specialists are in Edgeshot’s group, then

now I’m starting to wonder exactly what task lies in store for the Wonder Trio’s group, though? because they said evacuation, but is that really all there is to it? it’s no secret that Bakugou, Deku, and Todoroki are the three strongest interns they have. so you’re really expecting me to believe that they put baby Denki there on the front lines and yet plan on keeping their heaviest hitters in reserve? Nao is there more to this plan that you’re not telling us

oh shit Endeavor wants to know where his adopted chicken son is at

it genuinely does warm my heart to see Endeavor worrying about Hawks. I’m glad Hawks has at least one person out there who actually gives a shit about him. even if that person is mister father of the year here. the plot thickens

I wonder if Enji would actually die to save Hawks, if it came to that. which I’m not saying it would. but we all know some fucking shit is about to go down so I’m just having these thoughts here okay!

Nao always looks so tired nowadays. man

so he clearly does know who Endeavor’s talking about, though. one of these days I’d like to get a clearer understanding of what exactly Naomasa’s rank is and how high he is in terms of clearance, because the idea that he’s actually privy to more information than the number one fucking hero is kind of bonkers to me, ngl. this guy is literally just a detective, right?? not even a commissioner or anything. and yet he’s involved in everything. I used to suspect that he might be the traitor lol, and while I’m pretty sure by now that’s not the case, I’m still curious as to exactly what his deal is. does he even have a quirk?? anyways

so now Endeavor is hmphing and stomping off, and meanwhile there are some closeups of Mic and Aizawa

is that a whistle. do you guys think Mic could literally kill a man with his voice. shit. why do I kind of want to see it happen

as for Endeavor, I wonder if he was the one who made sure that his son and his friends weren’t on the front lines with the rest of them. sometimes it’s good to have some influence in these things

looooooool as if on cue

well. that sure doesn’t sound like he intends to keep them out of harm’s way. does he really have that much faith in them??

serious question, why exactly are all of the heroes seemingly so confident that this is going to work? it scares me because it makes me feel like in spite of Hawk’s intel they still don’t have a clue what they’re truly up against

so now we’re cutting to some random street somewhere and WOULD YOU LOOK WHO IT FUCKING IS

Slidin’ Go Suck An Egg. oh how I hate this man

look at him

I hate his stupid face!

OH SHIT

TRAFFIC CONE MAN, ARE YOU FINALLY GOING TO REDEEM YOURSELF FOR NOT RESCUING KACCHAN ON THAT DAY TWO YEARS AGO BECAUSE YOU WERE AFRAID OF A LITTLE SLUDGE? BECAUSE I’M HERE FOR IT! IF YOU WANT TO JUST GO AHEAD AND SNAP HIS NECK, I WILL TURN THE OTHER WAY AND ACT LIKE I DIDN’T SEE, I PROMISE

wow, Burnin’s team really is just evacuating people

I mean they’re obviously going to run into a Noumu, and just like that they’ll be in more danger than anyone, but at least for now it really does seem like the minds behind this raid wanted to keep them relatively out of danger. so yeah, for now I’m gonna chalk that up to Endeavor’s influence that they’re here rather than in the forest with the rest of their class

and here comes the hospital team!

well that answers my question about Nao’s rank. so he’s not even a chief. that really is fucking ridiculous but whatever

and why do I feel like this poor undercover subordinate is mere seconds away from becoming the first casualty in what I think is about to become the most violently snafued situation we’ve seen in this manga to date. like this shit is going to make Kamino look like the fucking state fair. fuck

...

I really wish I could believe that he was about to go down and it really was going to be just that easy

HERE WE GO!!

(ETA: so then they do know that he’s the guy who made the Noumu? including the one that nearly took him out in Kyushu? and they’re still acting like this is going to be a walk in the park? ?? what??)

knock knock, who’s there, JUSTICE

YESSSSSSS

(ETA: sure hope Endeavor’s light here doesn’t go summoning any darkness. welp.)

YOU’RE UNDER ARREST FOR CRIMES OF BEING TOO HORRIBLE TO EVEN FUCKING CONTEMPLATE, LET ALONE JOKE ABOUT! YOU SON OF A BITCH, GET FUCKED

oh my god. we’re really just gonna end it like that. well I guess next chapter we can all play a fun game of “let’s all count the pages until everything goes horribly wrong.” won’t that be a laugh. 10 to 1 the Noumu really are in the secret room and they’re all gonna be set loose by next week’s cliffhanger. remind me to have “Into the Trap” by John Williams cued up and ready to go lol

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sweetdeathwrites · 5 years

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

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

Word Count: 6,253

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

(Original author’s note and details:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What the hell is missing?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Of a single moment of you.

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

You.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No go, buddy,

“Hello, gorgeous?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y-Yeah?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you? Are you really?”

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

“I don’t think I can do it.”

Tsuna snorts, “Of course you can!”

“I’m afraid.”

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

But he can.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You’re very worried.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you.”

“You’re not welcome.”

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

“Hayato?”

“Yeah, babe?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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transette · 5 years

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Story time!

Idk why I feel like telling this story right now, but here it is! The story of the strangest night of my life.

So this happened to me about 2 years ago when I was living down in Macon, Georgia at Mercer University. Now as any of you who have been to Macon know, it's not the best city to go to, especially late at night.

It's about 1 am on a Sunday night, and my roommate gets a craving for some snack we don't have in our room, so like any reasonable college student does, we hop in his car to go to the nearest convenience store.

Now this is a 24h convenience store (affectionately known as the stab and grab), so it should never be closed, but when we get there the doors are locked, so we rattle the doors, just to confirm that we were trying to use them correctly, and a guy pops up from behind the counter, a guy who we've never seen there before, and he looks like he is 1) up to no good, 2) just killed a guy, and 3) is about to kill us, so we sensibly get the hell out of there as fast as we can, tires screaching and all.

When we get a "safe" distance away, instead of going right back home and calling it a night like we should have, we decide we will go to Walmart instead. So he pulls out his phone, and since neither of us are from around there we Google directions to the closest open Walmart. It's now about 1:30 am. We start going along, me looking at the map telling him where to go, and him driving, and we are going into the super bad part of town now, and my roommate's car is highly desirable to steal (lowered 2015 ford Taurus with the biggest chrome rims he can fit on there, and all blacked out with illegally dark tint on the windows). I get distracted from navigating from talking, and when I look back down, I realize the roads we're on aren't on the map! And Macon isn't a new city these roads should have been there, and I restarted the app, and they still weren't there! We finally figure out how to get there by guessing, and when we get to were Google says there is a Walmart, there wasn't.

What there was instead was a run down shed attached to an even more run down just about abandoned convenience store with a worn down sign above it labeled "wal mart". It's now 2 am. As we sit there wondering what to do a single light comes on from inside the shack, and we detect movement from inside, so once again we peel out of there as fast as we can, and once again instead of calling it a night and heading home, we continue trying to find some snacks.

After bumbling around for a little more we finally get back to a road on the map, and once more ask Google to guide us to a 24h Walmart, this time instead of sending us to where we just were it sends us to the only 24h Walmart in Macon, the murder Walmart.

We finally get there at about 2:30 after an uneventful trip over. When we get there we are met with an almost post apocalyptic scene. There are tents of homeless people spread out all over the parking lots, untastefully modified cars, and trucks probably filled with people who had been kidnapped, judging from the sounds emanating from within, and the sketchyness of the drivers. We park and go inside. We see the usual sort of crazy people who inhabit Walmart's at 3 am, and being the 2 most "normal" people we stand right out. People look at us weird. We get what we want, wait for the cashier to catch up with her childhood best friend (not joking) and go. It's now around 3:15 we think, because we seem to enter an alternate dimension.

We decide to take the highway back, as it is the quickest way back. We hop on and there is not a single car in sight. Now eventhough it's like 3am there should still be cars on such a busy interstate. Then all of a sudden between exits, and out of nowhere an all black car with no headlights on, and with even darker window tint than my roommate's car appears about 4 car lengths behind us. We only see it from the flashes of the streetlights. It keeps pace with us. We start freaking out. It drives ahead of us and we see that it has no license plates, and then he drops back and starts following us from the same distance again. My mate floored it, we get up to 100 mph, and the other car is still behind us. Then when we get to a much brighter part of the road, between exits again, it disappears. Just as we think it's gone, it appears again behind us!

We immediately get off and start just blindly swerving through the streets, probably blowing a few red lights, but the car is still behind us! We finally get a block from the school and we decide to go the most direct way there (1 side of a square vs 3 sides) just as we are about to pull in we see that the car has somehow beaten us to the gates and is waiting for us by the only way in to our assigned parking lot. Thankfully my roommate belonged to a fraternity (I never thought I would say those words), so we quickly drove over the the frat house lot, which was thankfully behind our dorm, parked and ran inside (with our snacks of course). After taking a moment to barricade our door and window, we had a small breather, that's when I noticed the time, our clocks all said it was about 2:45 am Sunday morning, when by our calculations it should have been about 4 am.

So we just said "whatever, that was weird, hope we don't die tonight", and we went back to our normal routine, he playing overwatch (he was a mercy main btw), and I watching YouTube.

The next morning at breakfast I decided to look at my Google maps travel logs just to see if the night before had actually happened, and 1) it did say we did it all in a physically impossibly short amount of time, and 2) most of the trip was just a squiggle all over Macon on the map, some of it not even over roads, and most of it nowhere we actually went!

So that's the story of arguably the craziest night of my life, when I went places that you shouldn't go, at times you shouldn't go, on roads that shouldn't exist, and was followed by a car that shouldn't exist.

#this was the peak of my life #i'll never experience another night as interesting #true story #actually true story #story time #me #outwithnicole #a ghost with many names

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ims-monbebe · 7 years

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Boyfriend’s.

Okay guys I'm posting this on my phone on the gooogle chrome app bc my computer isn't connecting to the internet and idk how to connect it. So once that's fixed I'll go on there and edit this post. I'm just trying to post this before my phone shuts down again.

Anyways. As requested I have finished 1 of 2 of my Jooheon one shot requests.

Anyways. This one is a smut so if you don't like that keep scrolling but if you do enjoy my lil pervert ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Pairing: Minhyuk x Jooheon

"Jooheon!" I hear my six group mates yell from the dorm living room. "Are you coming to eat with us? We're starving!" I hear Shownu yell from the living room to my room. I slightly roll on my side, a soft sigh escaping my lips. I have no energy to get off my bed and get dressed. I hear footsteps ascending from the front of my room door and hear it quietly being open. I look at who's peeking their head in.

"Jooheon, you're not coming with us?" Minhyuk let's himself in, his face full of concern.

I slightly shake my head. "No thanks, I'm not really hungry today."

I meet his eyes and see the expression on his face. He sighs as he sits on my bed. "Bullshit, now talk. Are you feeling sad today?"

I stare at wall next to me and only nod in response. "How bad?" Minhyuk asks.

"How bad what?"

"How sad are you feeling?"

"Why do you care?"

I look up at his face and see a bit of hurt on it. He looks down at me without saying anything and slightly rolls his eyes.

We hear the commotion everyone else is causing outside. "Jooheon, Minhyuk are you guys coming or not?!" We hear Kihyun yelling from the living room.

"I better get going with them then before Kihyun looses his shit."

He gets off my bed and I let out a soft whimper. "Wait, please don't go. I'll be sad, and by myself if you leave."

"Why? It's not like you want me here anyways."

"I do want you here. Please?"

"Ugh, but I'm hungry."

"I'll buy you pizza?"

"Jooheon, you know I can't deny pizza."

I smile slightly. "So, you'll stay?"

"Fine, as long as you won't be mean... and get the pizza with the cheese crust."

"I won't, I'm sorry. I promise. And fine. Stuffed crust just for you."

"Okay. Let me tell them I'm staying behind then." He smiles before disappearing through my room door.

I push my body off the bed and grab my blanket in the process, I throw it over my head and body and start walking to my door. I hear the main door to the dorm shut followed by silence. I keep walking out and I'm met with Minhyuk sitting on the couch. "You really didn't go with them?" I ask as I sit next to him.

"Noooo, I told you that I'd stay with you." He pinches the top of my cheeks. I roll my eyes at his actions. "Now order me pizza honey."

"Yes dear." I take my phone out of my pocket and begin to dial the local pizza shops number.

I look over at Minhyuk and see that he's staring at me. I roll my eyes at him and he smiles a bit. "What? I'm ordering your pizza as requested."

He shakes his head. "No, it's not that. You just look very pretty today."

"Shut up, and besides I'm not wearing any makeup."

He rests his hand on his cheek and continues to look at me. "I think that's why you look more pretty."

I laugh as the line on my phone connects. "You're great at telling lies Lee Minhyuk."

He laughs. "I don't lie Jooheon, it's just the truth. At least my truth."

I hold up my finger as I begin to order the pizza I promised. "What, 45 minuets? Why so long? It's a busy Saturday? Ugh fine I guess we'll wait. Thank you." I hang up my phone and throw it on the coffee table.

"What happened?" He asks as I lay down.

"Nothing." I lay down, resting my legs on Minhyuk's body. "Just gonna take like 45 minutes to get here."

He groans in response and throws his body down. "I guess I can wait."

"I'm sorry." I sigh as I rub the top of his head. "I thought it would be here sooner."

He scoots up closer to me and rests his head on my chest. "It's fine, it's not your fault. I don't mind the time I'm spending with you though."

I look down at him as he nuzzles into my chest further. I laugh as I wrap an arm around him and rest one under my head. "I liked how you snuck your way into cuddling me."

"You would have said no if I asked you." His voice if suddenly muffled.

"Nah." I look down at his face. "I could use your cuddles right now."

Minhyuk smiles as I grab the tv remote. "Good, I was gonna cuddle you anyways."

I laugh as I start to flip through the channels. "I believe you."

"Jooheon?"

"Hmmm?" I look down at Minhyuk.

His cheeks are a slight red as he looks at me. "Can I have a kiss? We haven't had any physical contact in a long time with the other members always around. I don't mind dating you in secret but seeing you cute all the time and not being able to kiss you is annoying."

"Awe, does my little boyfriend want a kiss?" I pinch Minhyuk's cheeks.

He slaps my hands away from his face. "Ugh, nevermind! You're always so annoying."

"Hey, I'm only kidding. It drives me crazy too. But you know everyone can't know."

"I know... I've been knowing since you asked me out."

I run my fingers up his thighs. "You know it's not that I'm embarrassed of you, I'm just looking out for you."

He nods. "I know, I know."

"I love you Minhyuk, and I'll always have your best interests in mind."

He smiles a big smile and leans in, giving me a soft kiss on my lips. "You're always stealing my heart with your words Jooheon."

I smile as I give him another kiss. "I try just for you."

"I don't get why we can't let the others know. Maybe they won't have a problem with it."

"I know they personally wouldn't." I shake my head. "But they have big mouths. What if they're all talking about it one day amongst themselves and someone from the company hears?"

Minhyuk sighs. "I guess you're right."

I smile as I lift up minhyuk's head with my fingers. "Hey, where alone now. That's all that matters right? It's just you and me for a little while."

Minhyuk looks up at me, raising one eyebrow. I practically read his mind while I shake my head. "You pervert."

"What?" He winks. "You were thinking it, not me."

I pull Minhyuk's smaller body on top of mine, his giggles filling the room as he straddles my waist. He looks at me for a moment, his hands running threw my hair. "You're so handsome Jooheon, you always have been to me. I always wonder how I got so lucky to be with you."

I smile as I give him a soft kiss. "I ask myself that all the time. You're perfect for me."

He smiles as he presses our lips together. I run my tongue on the bottom of his lips and he slightly opens his mouth, allowing my tongue to enter inside. I place my hands on his ass as his hips begin to grind down on me. I groan at the fiction and Minhyuk's tongue begins to take over my mouth. He removes his lips and begins to trail kisses down my jaw. I moan quietly as his lips move down to my neck and I feel his lips tickle at my skin. "I haven't heard your cute noises in so long, moan for me some more." He mumbles as his lips reconnect to my own.

I moan in response and I feel Minhyuk smile as he pulls away. He forces me to look at him. "Good boy, you're such a good boy for me baby. You are aren't ya?"

I nod as he coos at me a little more. "Are you my good boy?"

"Mhm." I nod quickly. "I'm your good boy."

Minhyuk kisses me once again. "Yes, you're such a good boy baby." He begins to pull my shirt over my head and onto the floor. He runs his hands down my chest and to my stomach. "You're so fucking handsome Jooheon." He's looking up at me with a small smile. "You really are."

I nod my head in disapproval. "I'm not."

"Shhh." He crashes his lips onto mine. "You're perfect.

We continue to kiss for what felt like hours. Minhyuk's long fingers tangling in my hair while his warm skin brushes off mine. We pull away slightly so I can pull his shirt off his body, his petite frame exposing in the dim living room light. "Jooheon, I- I wanna try something different."

"And what's that?" I raise my eyebrows.

His face turns a bright ruby red as he stares at the wall. "I wanna be on top this time."

I feel my jaw slightly open before gulping. "Is that what you really want?" He nods and I only let out a sigh. "Okay, anything for you." I plant a kiss on his forehead as a smile spreads across his dumb beautiful face.

"Since you agreed, can I try something?"

"Ummm," I say feeling a little uneasy by the creepy smile on his face. "Sure babe."

"Great!" He claps slightly. "I'll be right back, have your pants off by the time I'm back."

He jumps off my body and runs to his room. I get off the couch and begin to take off my jeans and boxers. I sit back on the couch and begin to slightly stroke my now throbbing cock in slow stokes, making sure not to do anything regrettable before Minhyuk's return. I hear the hallway slightly creek and turn my head too see Minhyuk walking back to the living room with a box in hand.

"What do you got there?" I ask as he sets the box on the table.

He smiles as he begins to open it. "Things... very fun things."

I raise an eyebrow as he begins to lay items on table. "Care to explain?"

"Well," He looks up at me. "I wanna try something's on you that I gotta admit, I've been fantasizing about for a while. Will you let me?"

"Fantasizing?"

He nods. "Yes, for a while Jooheon. But if you're not okay, let me know."

I sigh. "I think I'll be fine, I gotta admit though. Seeing you pull out these toys is kind of exciting."

Minhyuk sits on my lap once again. "Put your hands above your head." He whispers in my ear.

I immediately put my hands over my head as Minhyuk loosely ties them together. "Stand up please." I quickly obey his commands without any questions.

"Good boy, now get on all fours on the couch."

"Fours?"

"Yes, on your hands and knees."

I nod and get on my hands and knees, my arms are tied in front of me as my elbows support my body weight. Minhyuk sits beside me as he holds something in front of my eyes. "Do you know what this is?"

"Umm, I can't say I do babe." I stare at the item in his hand. "It's kinda cute though it has a tail."

He smiles as he moves the hair out of my face. "It's a butt plug, and I want you to wear it for me."

"Like in my butt?"

"Mhm," he hums as he takes out a bottle of lube. "Don't worry, I'll prep you for this."

I only nod as he gets behind me. "I'm just nervous that I can't see you."

"Don't worry if you want me to stop because things hurt just let me know, I'll be gentle with you Honey." I feel his hand slap my ass gently. I smile as I nod.

I hear a cap pop off and a squishing sound coming from behind me. I hold my breathe as one of Minhyuk's hand finds a home at my waist. "Ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be."

I feel him slowly push one finger inside of me, I hold my breath as he enters inside, I gasp as I feel him curl his finger inside me. "Okay, that's one. Ready for the second?"

I nod as I hear more lube being pushed out of the bottle. "Okay, here's two." I feel yet another finger entering at my entrance. I sigh as he's pushing his way inside of me. Once he's all the way in he curls both of his fingers. "That's the second, how are you feeling baby?"

"I'm not gonna lie, a little looser."

"Good." I can hear the smile in his voice. "Ready for three?"

"Yes." My voice shakes out my body. "The third please."

I hear him coating more lube on his fingers as his third fingers presses at my entrance. I find a moan escaping my lips as he curls his fingers slightly again. "You like that? You like my fingers in your tight asshole?"

"Mhm." I sigh. "It feels so good."

I feel Minhyuk planting wet kisses at the base of my back. "Good baby, you're all ready for the plug." I feel his fingers leaving my body and I whimper at the sensation. He walks to where my face is and shows me the plug again. I smile slightly before shaking my head. "It has a cute raccoon tail."

"It's cute for your cute little butt." He disappears behind me again. He puts more lub on the butt plug before speaking up. "Okay, I'm gonna push it in slowly, ready?"

I nod as I feel the plug filling me up slower and I can't help but to wiggle a little at the sensation. "Is it all the way in yet?" I say in between heavy breaths.

"Mhm." I feel another slap to my ass. "It looks so nice baby. You look sexy." I smile as I feel his body shifting in between the gaps between myself and the couch.

"What are you doing?" I look down my body and see Minhyuk's head resting above my dick.

He doesn't say a word, he just forces my hips downward with his hands, and suddenly my dick's entering quickly inside his mouth. I moan at the sudden contact as I feel my tip hit the back of his throat. "A-ah, shit. Minhyuk." I moan louder for him. I feel him moan against my member as he continues to forcefully thrust me inside his mouth. "Don't stop baby." I throw my head down. "Please, that feels so good." I get a glimpse of him under my body, his eyes are closed as he's focusing on deep throating me further. I slightly smile as another moan escapes my lips as Minhyuk is hitting all the right places. "If you keep going like this I'm gonna cum quick."

He pushes me down harder. Another loud moan escapes my lips as I feel the pit of my stomach burning, signaling that my climax is approaching quickly. "Minhyuk... please.. I'm gonna.. I'm gonna.. c-cum." I try to push my hips down so I can enter him further, I feel him more more as I try to repeat my actions once again. His hands keep thrusting my hips at a steady pace as the burning sensation in my stomach continues. My body begins to violently shake as I feel my seed shooting inside of Minhyuk's mouth. I moan loudly as my orgasm comes to its peak. My vision blurs as I look up at the ceiling light. My body is heaving as I feel Minhyuk release my dick from his mouth. I rest my head on the couch's arms as he lays me down on his back, a huge smile on his face.

"You did so good, and you tasted even better."

I only nod as my breathing subsides. I collapse onto the couch and turn onto my side. My knees feel weak as my hands are still restrained infront me. I feel my chest heaving up and down as Minhyuk plants kisses to the side of my stomach. "Are you ready to take the plug out now?"

I nod. "If that's what you want."

"I want to be inside you more than that plug baby."

I smile. "Well then take it out then."

"Shhhhh." He holds his finger to my lips. "I'm in charge of you here baby."

I nod. "Will you take good care of me please?" I feel my lips forming into a pout.

"The best care of you Honey. Now stick your ass in the air for me."

"Yes daddy." I nod and see Minhyuk's excited smile spreading across his face.

I put my body back on my fours but push my head into the couch pillow, stick my ass in the air for Minhyuk. I hear the lube squirting out of the bottle again, I take a look back and see him coating his hard member in a necessary amount of lubricant. "Ready honey?"

I nod and I feel him pushing inside of me. "Ah, fuck." I hear Minhyuk breathe out as he pushes inside of me. "You're so tight."

I moan in response as he begins to thrust at a steady pace. The sound of our skins colliding fills up the dorm combined with low needy moans. I moan louder as Minhyuk's tip grazes over my prostate. I moan louder for him to repeat his actions. He leans down a little and grabs a hold of the back of my head, tugging my head up lightly so he could whisper inside of my ear.

"You like daddy's dick inside your tight asshole?"

"Mhm." I moan out as he's pressing harder into me.

"Do you want daddy to make you cum?" I only nod.

"Good boy." He plants a sloppy kiss at the base of my neck. "You're such a good boy for daddy."

I moan louder as the speed of his thrusting begins to pick up. "F-fuck me harder daddy please..." I whimper. "Pretty please."

Minhyuk yanks my hair so I'm staring into his eyes again. "You're so pretty when you beg for daddy's dick. Beg for me a little more Honey."

I only nod. "Please daddy, fuck my ass with your big dick." I laugh lightly at how I sound but quickly compose myself. "Pretty please?"

"Daddy hears you Honey, daddy will make you cum nice and good."

He releases the back of my head and his hands instantly are placed on my waist again. He thrusts deeper inside of me, causing the both of us to moan loudly. I feel the sensation of orgasm reach it's peak again. I moan loudly as he continues to thrust at my sweet spot. My vision hazes as I feel my seed shoot all over the couch. I let out one final moan as I feel my arms starting to give out underneath me.

"Hang on a little longer baby, I'm so close."

I nod my head as I try my best to hold onto the couch. After a few more thrust he let's out one loud moan and is quickly cumming inside of me. I collapse onto the couch immediately and Minhyuk is falling on top of me. He pulls out of me and I scoot over, allowing him to crawl right next to me. His face is glistening with sweat as I kiss the tip of his nose. "That was... amazing." Is all I can say to him.

He smiles as he plants a kiss to my lips. "I'm happy you liked it, I just wanted to please you as much as you please me."

"If I please you that much, I'm doing something right."

He laughs as he runs his fingers through my sweater hair. "I love you."

I smile as I meet his eyes. "I love you too."

"Come on, put your clothes on and let's clean up the place." Minhyuk sits up quickly. I don't want anyone walking in on us, or worse, the pizza guy accidentally opening the door to this."

I laugh as I hand him his shirt. "You're right about that."

He smiles. "I always am."

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