Love Shots

Aomine X Reader: Bullets

You shifted in the squad car uncomfortably as the man beside you thumbed through a porn magazine, a look of disgust plastered on your face. How he didn't have a desk job, you had no idea. You worked your ass off, making sure all the reports were done correctly, making sure the right protocol was used, everything was by the books for you. He, however, did quite the opposite.He barely went by the book. 

"You're going to give yourself wrinkles at such an early age if you keep up with that look," he says nonchalantly, flipping the page.

You roll your eyes and look out your window.

He sighs and closes the magazine, tucking it under the side of the seat, and pops open the door, "Come on, let's go."

You give him a quick look of confusion, "Where?"

He points at the burger joint across the street, "It's time to eat. You always get hungry at this time."

You had to admit though, there were times that it was nice having him as a partner.

"And you get grouchy when you're hungry, so let's go."

Sometimes.

Most nights while you patrolled, it was silent. Occasionally you would talk about sports, mostly basketball.

"No, way!" You said, letting out one of your short laughs.

"You don't believe me?" He asks, looking from the road, to you, then back to the road.

"No. I don't. I need proof. There is no way you were one of those Miracles of the Generation or whatever."

"Generation of Miracles, and yes, I was. That weird-ass doctor, Midorima, was one too."

You started to laugh at the thought of the ever-so-perfect Doctor playing basketball, "Okay, okay, now I definitely need proof of this."

He pulled out his phone and began looking through photos as he drove.

"Hey, hey," you took the phone out of his hand, "some example you are."

"There's a couple pictures in their somewhere. It'll be near the end though since it's been a long while."

As you were scrolling, your eye caught something that made you freeze. "Oh god," you look up at him in shock.

"What?" He asks, pulling over and turning the car off.

You turn his phone for him to see, face red as a tomato, "Seriously?"

He began to laugh as he grabbed the phone from you and continued looking for his basketball pictures, "I forgot those were there."

You swatted his shoulder, "You're despicable."

"Don't tell me there wasn't something there you didn't like," He replied with a chuckle.

"Just hurry up and find those pictures," you say with a sigh.

"Here," he turns the phone back around and shows you a picture of him in middle school, "See? There I am and there's the weird-ass doctor."

There were times where you both bonded and times where you both wanted nothing more than different partners.

"I told you I had him!" Aomine shouts as blood runs down the side of his face.

"Please, don't shout in my office," Midorima says as he begins to wipe the blood.

"And I told you that you didn't! And clearly, I was right!" You yelled back, thankful there was no one else to witness the argument.

He threw his hands up, "That's right! Little Miss. Perfect has to always be right! What do I know? I'm just some cop who's been on the job longer than you have!"

"I don't always have to be right! You're just a dumbass who makes bad calls! Look at you! You look like shit!"

"No thanks to you! Had you not interfered, things wouldn't have gotten as bad!"

"Would you two-" Midorima began but was cut off.

"Had I not interfered? You mean, had I not done my job!"

"Great job, Sherlock! You doing your job, got my ass here and his ass is still on the streets!"

Your blood was boiling, "God damn, why can't they give me a new partner?" You turned on your heal and left the room, slamming the door behind you.

"You two are ridiculous," Midorima says as he tapes the bandage over Aomine's cut.

"She's the ridiculous one," he mutters under his breath.

There were always ups and downs and despite that, you were always supposed to have each other's back.

"What about your gun?" You ask him, pointing to it laying on the floorboard. 

"What about it?" He shrugs, "I've got it tucked under the seat."

"You're supposed to be wearing it."

He waves his hand and begins walking to the convenience store door, "Whatever. You always wear yours so we're fine."

"Give me the money!"

You and Aomine turned around, hearing those words, giving each other the 'here we go again' look and drawing your weapons.

You grabbed your radio and pushed the button, "We've got a robbery in progress. Suspect is armed. Moving in to talk him down."

"How about, instead, you put the gun down," Aomine says calmly.

"No, no, no, how about I leave what I came here for. So you and little Nancy Drew can go back to fiddle-fucking back in your little toy car."

"What the hell's fiddle-fucking?" Aomine asks you with a laugh.

You shoot him a quick look, "Now is really not the time for jokes."

"What?" He chuckles, "I'm being serious, what the hell is fiddle-fucking?"

"Alright, shut the hell up or I will shoot you!" The man yelled at Aomine.

"Don't!" You bark, blood running cold, "Don't shoot him."

The man turns back to you, "So, I shoot you?"

"I will drop you quicker than you can pull the trigger," you say confidently.

"You wanna test that statement?"

It was all over quicker than you could comprehend. You didn't know what exactly happened as you fell to your knees, tears streaming down your face.

Aomine's breathing was heavy and ragged as he gripped his chest. "I always knew I'd take a damn bullet for you," he says as pain sears through his chest. You clutch his shirt tightly as you apply pressure to his wound, sobs echoing loudly. His eyelids grow heavy as they slowly slide closed.

Ta-da! Sad, I know. But I'm partially back!

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