Groove

Groove

Pairing: Hizashi Yamada x reader

Warnings: none, just toothrotting fluff

A/N: I love me some cockatiel man! He's just so charming. I've been really depressed recently, but this has been stuck in my head, along with other ideas, so Imma try to write it down.

Hizashi loved coming home after a long day. You were usually home before him, unless something at your job went wrong and you had to stay there longer to help fix it. Ah, he loved how strong you were. So many people at your job looked up to you, and though it was tiring sometimes, you never turned down anyone who needed help. Sometimes he wondered why didn't you choose to be a hero as well.

But when he opened the door, keys jiggling in the lock, you didn't rush to greet him like you usually did. Hizashi frowned a bit. Maybe you didn't hear him or maybe you were busy. But why haven't you at least called out a greeting? The hero took off his signature leather jacket and boots and made his way further into your shared home, to at least greet you first before he'd let down his hair and relax.

He peeked into the bedroom- you weren't there. He looked in the bathroom, but again- you weren't there. It was when he got to the living room, where you also weren't, that he heard thudding coming from the kitchen. Hizashi smiled to himself. You were probably just making a snack for yourself. You liked to experiment in the kitchen, looking for easy snack recipes was your fairly new hobby. And he was always glad when you tested your one minute, three ingredient recipes on him.

The blond made his way to the dooorway of the kitchen. He expected you to whirl around the kitchen, looking for this and that, checking your phone from time to time to re-read the recipe you were following, as you usually did. It seemed he had came too late today, because Hizashi could see the oven was turned on over your frame, which was dancing around the kitchen, possibly waiting for the meal to finish baking.

Hizashi couldn't help but find you adorable. You were wearing big bluetooth headphones, eyes closed, hands on said headphones, as you danced around the kitchem shamelessly, head bobbing to the rhythm like some kind of DJ.

Hizashi quickly pulled out his phone before taking a few pictures of you. How could he resist? You were just too cute! He couldn't wait to rub this in Shota's face at work. Even the thought of Eraserhead's frown made the usually loud man silently giggle. He put his phone back in the pocket of his pants, before moving towards you.

You were lost to the melody and lyrics of the song you were listening to, when suddenly you felt two arms wrap around your midsection. Your eyes shot open, fight or flight instincts kicking in, before the mysterious person moved your headphones from one ear, to whisper sweetly "Relax, it's just me."

Upon realizing who interrupted your dancing session, you let your body relax, as your boyfriend's hands moved to grab your hips. He started swaying from side to side and you followed his lead, both of you enjoying the peaceful moment.

After some time, you felt Hizashi turn you around in his arms, yours interlocking behind his head as he placed a sweet kiss on your lips. You half opened your eyes to look into his, covered by sunglasses still and greeted him "Welcome home."

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Writing for fandoms I'm in? Nah bro, adding new fandoms to write for is the way <3

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Missing scalpels

Pairing: 'Hawkeye' Pierce x reader

Summary: You can't deny your attraction to Hawkeye. Things get steamy between you and him, but things don't work out. As Hawkeye tries to understand why, the rest of the camp is busy trying to catch a thief.

Warnings: self harm, depression, adult themes (but not explicitly nsfw)

A/N: Am I really adding another fandom to write for when I haven't written for some others in ages, if at all? You bet! I'm also in a very angsty mood, so have this...whatever this is.

You've always admired his hands. The ones he used to save lives, even though the purpose why was highly debatable. The same hands that were used to holding a martini glass, ever so gently, were now exploring wildly your body, like if he didn't map out every curve of it in time, he'd die.

Captain Pierce, more widely known as Hawkeye, was a notorious flirt. If you wouldn't know better, you'd even go as far as to call him frivolous. But you knew better. Or, at least you'd like to think you did. There was so much more to the surgeon than he let on and maybe that was why you were letting him mold you just the way he wanted, just the way he liked. Even though he probably saw what you were about to do just as some fun, to take his mind off the constant death lingering all around him.

A particularly sensual nip at your neck brought you out of your thoughts and you realized that at some point you had closed your eyes. Deciding to endulge your neediness, you opened them to take a peek at your temporary lover.

Normally you wouldn't be able to tear your gaze away from Hawkeye, especially when he looked so disheveled, but instead, your eyes were drawn to the lightbulb hanging over your heads. You felt Hawkeye sneak his hands under your shirt and a shiver ran through you. You could hear the surgeon chuckle, but you grew more and more restless by the second.

It took everything in you to take your hands away from his body, but you managed to grab his hands, that were getting closer and closer to your chest. "Wait..." you whispered. Hawkeye's movements stilled as he waited for you to continue. "Shouldn't we turn the light off?" you asked sheepishly. The surgeon chuckled again as his hands picked up from where he left off "Why? Don't tell me you're ashamed of yourself." he started placing kisses onto your neck again as he murmured "I would have to show you why you shouldn't be."

This time, it was your turn to chuckle. He didn't show it much, but Hawkeye could be sweet at times. "No..." you breathed out "But- but what if someone comes here?" you tried to mask your uneasiness, your hands still trying to slow his down. "That won't happen." Pierce reassured you "Everyone is trying to catch some sleep, before the next choppers arive."

This time, you grabbed his hands more firmly. With your head hanging low, you stepped away from him "I'm sorry, but I can't do this." Hawkeye looked confused. Why the sudden change of mind? "What- why? Is it because of the light? If it's that important to you, we can turn it off." he tried to reassure you again, but you only shook your head. The more you thought about it, the less appealing the whole ordeal was. You were sure that his skilled hands would feel what you were desperately trying to hide, even if he couldn't see it.

"I'm sorry. I really am. It's not your fault Pierce." you told him, before quickly slipping out the door, making a beeline to your tent, leaving Hawkeye alone and confused.

It's not like Hawkeye had never faced rejection before. But something about this case bugged him. He couldn't get you out of his head. You seemed into it, into him, at the start. Did the light bother you that much? But you said you weren't insecure about yourself. Maybe you just didn't want to admit it. But even though that seemed like the most logical answer, something still wasn't right.

"Hey, Hawkeye!" BJ snapped his fingers in front of his friend's face and watched with a smile as he returned to the present time. "Rise 'n shine, sweetheart!" BJ laughed. But seeing the lack of reponse from his tentmate made him frown "What's up with you? You've been like this since yesterday."

When Hawkeye still didn't answer, BJ began thinking. "Did something happen with (Y/N)?" he asked. Hawkeye had been preparing to take their colleague out the whole day, so maybe something went wrong? "Nothing." BJ quirked a brow "So it went well?" he pried further. "No, nothing happened." Hawkeye grumbled from his cot. BJ was surprised "They rejected you?"

"No, they seemed really into it at first, but...then they suddenly changed their mind." Hawkeye explained. BJ hummed "Well, happens sometimes." "I don't know. Something's not right." Before BJ could respond, the door to the tent opened, revealing a frowning Charles. "Ah, Charles! Seems you're in a great mood as always!" BJ exclaimed. "Just like anytime I see the two of you." the surgeon snapped back.

BJ sighed "Great. Now I have to share the same space with not one, but two grumpy idiots." Charles looked appalled "Well forgive me for my sour mood, but medical tools have been mysteriously dissapearing and nobody knows why and who did it! I think that that is a more valid reason to be 'grumpy' than mulling over a date gone wrong." Charles protested. The last statement grabbed Hawkeye's attention "How do you know about that?"

"Oh please, is there anyone who doesn't?" Charles rolled his eyes "Everyone knows that you two were up to no good yesterday and when today morning during breakfast they showed up looking like a kicked puppy, even a blind man would see something went wrong." When Charles saw the surprised look Pierce gave him, he couldn't help but sigh in annoyance "Don't give me that look. Everybody's noticed how they eye you up anytime you're not looking."

Hawkeye's gaze turned to BJ, who uncertainly nodded. Hawkeye frowned "Then why did they change their mind..." he muttered, mostly for himself. But not quiet enough, as Winchester piped up "(Y/N) rejected you? A wise decision. In my opinion. If I was in love with someone, I wouldn't want to start something when I'm not even sure if the other one takes it seriously."

Was that really the case? Were you in love with him? He can't deny he'd be flattered, but...what would he do? Somehow, he couldn't bring himself to break your heart. But did he feel the same towards you?

"So, how long has equipment been dissapearing?" BJ asked when Hawkeye got lost in dreamland again. He'd help him if he asked, but right now, it seemed he needed to sort something out within himself. "Four months." Winchester nodded "One scalpel each month. It's possible that tools might get lost or accidentally thrown out, but four times? Month after month? Even colonel Potter thinks it's suspicious." Charles continued and BJ nodded. It was definitelly weird.

"I need to go." Hawkeye shot up from his bed and out the Swamp before any of the two men could say a word. What was he going to tell you? He had to admit that he didn't think what would happen after he'd sleep with you. He never did. Because it just wasn't needed. He'd get his fun and made sure the other one had fun too and that was it. So why was it that the thought of you seeing him in a bad light made his stomach squeeze? Maybe he knew but wasn't ready to admit it. Not yet.

The fact that you couldn't be found didn't help either. He checked everywhere. Post-op, mess hall, your tent, hell, even the showers! But it was as if you'd vanished into thin air. Hawkeye decided to take a walk around, to clear his thoughts, before doing anything else. You had to be somewhere. And even if he was sure you were avoiding him, he knew you couldn't keep it up forever.

As the surgeon neared the minefield, he saw a figure sitting on the ground. They were sitting at the edge of the field, so Hawkeye crept closer, as to not scare them, which could result in a very nasty accident. As he got closer, he recognized your hair. How couldn't he? He kept imagining how it would feel between his fingers.

"Hey, (Y/N)..." Hawkeye called out softly. You stiffened visibly and Pierce frowned. You were hiding something. "Go away..." you said softly, but he was already on his way to you. With quick strides, Hawkeye was soon in front of you and the sight before him shocked him. There you were, sat on the dusty ground, one arm resting on your leg, the wrist bloodied, while the other clutched a scalpel.

"What have you done..." Hawkeye whispered. Tears rolled down your cheeks. It was pointless to try and hide now. "Put it down." Hawkeye pleaded, but you only clutched your weapon tighter "(Y/N), sweetheart, please put it down. We need to get those wounds cleaned." For a second, you held onto the tool, before letting it clamper to the ground. Next thing, Hawkeye was crouched next to you, doctor mode on as he kicked the offending weapon far away from your reach and pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket.

"(Y/N) this will need stitches." Hawkeye said and looked at you with sadness in his eyes. You shook your head. "Don't be stubborn, this could get infected!" he growled, trying not to lose his temper. "I know how to take care of myself Hawkeye! I've done this a dozen times already!" Horror took over the man's face "What did you say?" You were so screwed.

"Where?" Hawkeye asked grimly. You shook your head. "Where. (Y/N)." he commanded. "Arms, legs, stomach..." you mumbled. Hawkeye could swear he was going to start crying soon."Wait here." he instructed and jogged off. As if you were planning on leaving.

In five minutes, Hawkeye was back with a first aid kit and started tending to your arm. "So the thief was you. Sneaky you." he joked, but his voice was choked up. You couldn't smile in this situation, but luckilly, he understood. When he was done, Hawkeye raised his eyes to your tear stained face "Can I see them?" Your eyes widened. "Just to make sure they're not infected. You slowly nodded and stood up.

You started by taking off your shirt, followed by your pants. Your body held numerous scars, some of them already white and nearly invisible, but most red and raised. Pierce thought he was going to vomit. There were so many. He wasn't disgusted. He had seen more gore in the last few years than most people in their entire life, but this was something completely different. Seeing someone he held dear mutilating themself this way...the sight was horrible.

"Please don't tell anyone Hawkeye." you pleaded as a fresh wave of tears made their way out of your eyes. Hawkeye wished he could argue with you, but he knew that if he told somebody, you would be immediately sent somewhere as bad as the war. So he nodded "But I'll be keeping an eye on those." he gestured to your wrist "And also that you don't steal any more scalpels, ok?" he smiled and it warmed your soul.

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