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GamblingAddiction: GUYS
WitchingHour: ___ it's 2 am
TurnItUp: what's up, listener?
GamblingAddiction: wait, wheres sho? i need him t tell me im being stupid
YToshi: I'm scared to ask why....
GamblngAddiction: I HAVE PATROL WITH SNIPE AND I DUNNO WHAT TO DO
WitchingHour: i forgot you have a crush on him
GamblingAddiction: I DO NOT
TurnItUp: i can literally hear you squealing, _____
Just tell him, dude, he obviously likes you
GamblingAddiction: HE DOES???
YToshi: He's said you were cute to your face, ___
GablingAddiction:I THOUGHT HE WAS KIDDING
i am such an idiot UGHHH
should i tell him tomorrow??
CatDad: go. to. BED.
and yes. im tired of hearing bth of you complain to me about this
GamblingAddiction: HE COMPLAINS TO YOU ABOUT THIS TOO???
CatDad: yes. BED.
GamblingAddiction: finneeeee
~The Next Day~
My alarm went off and the first thought I had (that wasn't me cursing out the sun and invention of time) was of patrol. With Snipe... and my confession. Oh god... I blindly grabbed my dice off my bedside table and held them tight in my fist, pressing my knuckles to my lips and taking a deep breath. I needed to know how this would go... c'mon. I rolled them to the floor, getting up and rubbing my eyes with the heel of my palm.
Snake eyes... shit.
Okay, maybe my deck will say different. I picked up the deck of silver and green playing cards and shuffled them, nervously. I stopped, suddenly and pulled the first five cards on the top.
A pair of 7s, a pair of 2s, and a 5... fuck me. It's always 7/2 when I need royalty...
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"Hey, Bluff! Was wondering where you were."
I jogged up, pushing my hair out of my eyes. I wasn't late, technically, but tardy was still on the table. I may or may not have kept on rolling for a better number for abut 10 minutes and missed the subway. Being almost-late did nothing to calm my racing mind, and I hoped it wasn't showing... "Aw, it's sweet you care, cowboy."
"Of course I care. " My heart fluttered and I went to bring up the both of us pining for each other when he cut me off.
"Speaking of, how's Gambler's Anonymous going?"
I punched him in the shoulder, faking offense. Me going to a GA was a joke since I had started hero work. It always came up in interviews, one on ones, and on nights we were drinking.
"Hey! Jeez, you spitfire.." Aw, he almost sounded hurt.
"Aww, did that hurt, big boy?" I fluttered my lashes and pouted, barely able to hold it before a grin split across my face.
"I... tch." He rubbed the back of his neck and looked away from me. I frowned and went to tell him to ease up when he pushed my hair into my face and I stumbled back.
"Hey!"
"You're such a brat, ___"
I was half surprised he said my actual name since we were on a patrol, but being called a brat half-distracted me from that. Oh, if he wanted a brat, he'd get one, believe me.
"Oh, shush, you love it.. don't you, cowboy~?" I grinned, taking a step closer and putting my hand on his arm, almost patronizingly.
I heard him suck in a breath and he looked to the side again, probably avoiding my eyes. It was so hard to tell with his mask! Plus... I really wanted to know what he looked like without it. I remember almost seeing his face in the changing rooms, but I was about a second too late getting out of the showers. Still, seeing his hair wet almost made up for it. I will admit, there was many a wet dream featuring a just-showered Snipe in nothing but a towel and his hat.
"___, careful.. we're in public and..."
"Is it being out in public you're nervous about, Snipe? Because I highly doubt that~" I laughed before stepping away like nothing had happened, starting to walk down the street. I waved to him over to shoulder and started to jog. "C'mon, we better get started, cowboy! Try to keep up!"
I heard him curse softly before he started to jog after me, looking like he was having some difficulty. I giggled to myself, and kept jogging. This was gonna be fun. My mind flashed back to all my failed rolls and hands this morning but I pushed that thought aside. My quirk had failed before - the scar on my collarbone was proof - so maybe... maybe this would be okay?
~Several Hours Later~
Nope, not okay, definitely not okay.
I heard another yell from behind me and I turned my head, slowing in carrying a civilian to see if Snipe needed help. I saw a villain fall to his side, holding a spot just below his knee and I grinned, handing the civilian to someone who had been using their quirk to help whoever we had managed to drag out of the store.
It wasn't a LoV attack, but it was bad. It was just a robbery at first, but when Snipe and I arrived on scene on of the villains set off their quirk- some sort of explosion/fire thing - and we were holding the fort until some support heroes were able to get to us.
Another explosion went off and dust and smoke filled the street. Not poisonous, as far as I could tell, but still impossible to see through. I heard Snipe firing off more shots and I ran towards the sound, summoning the King's sword I had pulled earlier before Snipe told me to get the civilians to safety. I squinted through the smoke, starting to wheeze softly. Even as a smoker, this was shit.
I was yanked backwards by the neck, but before I could turn and at least try to attack, my back was pressed into a wall of muscle and I heard the familiar click of Snipe's gun beside my ear as I gasped. It took every ounce of control I had not to moan, and i dropped my sword with a clatter. I could feel every muscle in his arms and stomach tensing, and... fuck, I could feel him. He felt huge even though he was soft. I had to tell him today, or this was going to kill me. "Ah, easy there, cowboy."
"Shit... sorry, Bluff.."
He let me go and I was almost disappointed. My face felt hot, and.. so did somewhere quite a bit lower. Shit, not here!
"Are you okay? You're breathing really hard."
"Ah! Uh, it's the smoke.. it's impossible to breathe through this..." Of course, he wouldn't know, but still, any excuse was good so I didn't have to admit that being held at gunpoint gave me a fucking boner. Please, please, please go away! What makes me soft, uhh.... Oh! Think of all that weird fanart of Ectoplasm! No offense to the guy, but... the fanart of him is just too weird for me.
“We need to get out of here.. Find those.. uhm, villains.” I flushed, trying to keep my front facing away from Snipe. Not here, pleaseee!!!
“Are you sure you’re okay? You look overheated, ___, what’s-”
He spun me around, and looked me up and down, like he was trying to see if I was hurt. I flushed a darker red and shrugged his hand off my shoulder, doing a classic “straight guy holding his hands over his crotch to be respectful because he’s definitely not hard right now”.
“W-wait, did.. did I do that?! Like, to you? How?!”
“Ah… y-your gun.”
“What? I mean, yeah I-….. oh. Wait, do you have a gun-?“
“We should get out of here! Like… now!”
I ducked my head, the smoke clearing finally. I started to see the ambulances and support heroes getting into the store. Shit… I should’ve listened to my dice…
“Y-yeah, uh… Do you wanna.. talk later?”
He seemed just as embarrassed as me, but this is what I get, I guess… yay…
“Yeah, actually. I wanted to talk today anyway, but… this happened. Talk about a shitty hand, tch.”
~Several Hours Later… Again~
I was bouncing my leg under the bar, nervous as hell. I really liked Snipe, and didn’t want today to make him rethink any feelings he supposedly had about me. The bartender slid my drink over to me and I knocked it back, crinkling my nose as the taste. I wasn’t a hue fan of alcohol as a vice, but I needed it tonight.
Snipe sat down next to me, wearing a less conspicuous mask and waved the bartender away when asked if he wanted a drink.
“So… do you want to go first or should I?”
“You can go.”
“Alright… so, I wanna say I’m sorry for earlier. I didn’t realize that would affect you.. like that, and-“
“Wait.. did you plan on doing that?”
“Yeahh…. I wanted t get back at you for teasing me earlier. It worked a little too well, I guess…”
“Well.. I wasn’t complaining.”
He looked up, surprised, I was assuming. “Really?”
I sighed, smiling a little.
“My turn, I guess….”
The whiskey had taken the edge off, slightly, but my nerves were still on fire and I found myself cracking my knuckles repeatedly. Damn anxiety.
“So, I really like you, Snipe, as much as you seem oblivious to most of my advances, but according to… literally everyone else, I’m just as bad, so I guess we’re even, huh?”
He chuckled, breathlessly and I wanted to kiss him, more than I had ever before. I wanted to feel that chuckle against my skin, and fuck… I was such a simp. “Yeah, I’d say so… about the gun thing, though…”
I flushed, and not from the drinks. I sipped on the water I had ordered with the whiskey and cleared my throat.
“Yeah, uhm… I’m not really sure why I like it so much. Maybe it’s the danger, or just the feeling of the gun, but… it just really gets me, somehow. It’s kinda weird since I hate handling guns myself.”
“Huh. That makes sense, actually.”
“It… does?”
“Yeah, I mean… this really gets me.”
He shifted closer to me and I felt the barrel of hs gun press into my lower stomach and trail down until it stopped at my inner thigh. I low whimper left my throat and dug my nails into my palms.
“You weren’t the only one getting hot and bothered back there, darlin’.”
I let out a barely audible moan and looked around the bar nervously. There were quite a few people in here, and my mind was racing at the thought of them watching me get off under the table because of Snipe.
“Snipe, please…~ I can’t..”
“Can’t what, baby boy? Use your words~”
“I-I need you, please. I can’t fucking take it anymore”
I whined, leaning forward, just to feel the gun dig into my skin a little more. If he pulled the trigger I’d die in seconds. He’d hit a major artery and I’d bleed out before the ambulance got close to the bar. For some reason, knowing he had that power made me feel even hotter and I laid my forehead against the cool wood of the bar, whimpering uselessly.
He set his hand on my shoulder and I looked over to him, having an odd feeling of déjà vu. We’d been here before except I was drunk on something other than lust, I felt.
“C’mon, ___, let’s get out of here. I think I have a way to make all this up to you.”
He helped me off the stool and I waddled out of the bar, pulling my shirt down to hide my rather obvious erection. Couldn’t do anything about my bright red face, but I didn’t really have to worry about that, seeing as soon as Snipe had called a cab for us and got in, he was pulling me close by my collar and kissing me. I didn’t even realize he had taken his mask off.
Shame, he was truly beautiful. I tangled my fingers in blue dreads and gasped through the kiss when I felt the barrel of his gun jabbing into my ribs. I felt a shudder run through my entire body
He pulled me into his lap, and I felt like a teenager again. Making out in cabs, nervous and excited for what was next. Sometimes being super impatient, trying to get straight to sex after the apartment door was locked, because whatever happened in the car was enough foreplay for me. I started to replace nameless faces of hookups with Snipe, and I almost regretted not waiting for him when I had the chance.