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the-traveling-poet · 7 months

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Smile

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When confronted with the vast expanses of the sea for the first time, the 104th and their captains get to see just how large the world around them outside the walls truly is.

For most, this is a thrilling discovery. But for some, it’s daunting, and they need a little support grasping it all. And for Eren, that support comes from you.

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Pairings: Eren x reader

Warnings: angst-to-fluff, S3, Eren and reader are the same age.

SFW, Angst-to-fluff, xReader

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A/N: Just a short Eren fluff drabble before he heads off to Marley :/

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"Gah! It's SALTY?!"

"Jean! Don't drink it! I tried it already, it tastes like ass!"

You giggled to yourself listening to Jean and Connie awkwardly splashing around in the surf.

Ahh, the ocean. Something you had heard so much and yet so little about, now laid before your very eyes. The salty breeze brushed through your hair gently, making you smile as you basked in the warmth of the sun.

Was this what freedom felt like?

You watched as your companions all spread out on what Armin had informed you all was called the “beach”, exploring all the new sights and wonders of this strange terrain. Even Mikasa had taken her boots off and was ankle deep in the water, looking over Armin'a shoulder at a beautiful blue shell he was holding.

Hange had found some small, strange creature they were now poking at with a stick, while Captain Levi scolded them for not being more careful of the strange thing from a safe distance near his tethered horse.

Sasha jumped onto the backs of the still struggling Jean and Connie, knocking all three of them down into the surf. When they emerged, they all rubbed at their eyes complaining of the burning the salt in their eyes was now causing.

If only Commander Erwin were here to see this...

You sighed at the thought, then suddenly perked up, realizing there was one person in their group missing from these explorations.

Where's Eren?

Scanning your immediate surroundings with squinted eyes against the sun's glare off the water, you were quick to spot him.

Eren was knee deep in the water, a scarred hand shielding his eyes from the blistering sun as he stared intently at the far away horizon. You were quick to remove your boots and socks and run out to join him after rolling up your pants to your shins.

Only, you hadn't realized how difficult it would be to run against the crashing waves pressing against you.

You started to stumble and let out a noise of panic, but just before you fell face first into the water, two strong arms caught you and hoisted you up.

"Careful, Y/N."

You quickly looked up, only to meet Eren's green eyes staring intently right back at you.

Only, they seemed so…blank? Emotionless?

"Eren! Thanks!" You breathed a sigh of relief. You took a moment to curiously examine his expression. He looked lost, devoid of any emotion. Almost as if he wasn't even there with them on the shores, but rather far away in a dark corner of his mind…

You knew him well enough to tell. After surviving so many perils with him, spending sleepless nights by his side, training with him for years until they became the best versions of themselves they could be for the Corps....You’d been there for it all. You’d learned long ago how to read him. And how to help him through times like these where he retreated into his mind.

"What's wrong?" You muttered softly, only for him to hear.

Eren didn't respond for a moment, but he seemed to snap out of whatever daze he had been previously in. He removed his arms from around your waist and turned to face the distant horizon once more, and it was only then that you realized he had never removed his arms from around your waist after catching you minuets before. A light blush coated your face at the revelation.

And if he had stayed turned towards you for a second longer, you would have seen the matching pink dusted across Eren's face. Alas, he hid before you could.

"Nothing. It's just...a lot to take in. We finally made it, the ocean is real," he spoke just above a whisper, but you heard him over the crashing waves.

"Yeah....Armin was right, all of those years ago." You chuckled lightly, and Eren couldn't help but crack a small smile of his own.

"I suppose so, yeah..." Eren started to drift off once more, his face returning to that monotone expression he wore when you had first reached him. All was silent for many moments, only the distant sounds of the others fooling around far behind them and the waves overlapping and splashing against the shore echoed against the hills they had come through to get here. Gulls circled and soared overhead, crying out as they searched for food or a safe place to land.

Finally, Eren broke the silence.

"So this...This is freedom? We've saved Paradis, yet our enemy lives safely across the sea, far away from us?"

You were taken aback by his suddenly cold tone, but once you took a second to process his words, you understood his meaning.

"I suppose so...It sounds rather like a restricted freedom, don't you think?" You asked.

Eren nodded, his gaze firmly fixed on the horizon. Suddenly, you understood his somber mood. Everything they'd learned, everything they'd seen, everything they'd experienced and had been forced to live through, only to learn they weren't the only ones in this world. Yet they were the ones who had suffered for over a hundred years....

You sighed and lowered your gaze to stare at your bare feet through the clear water lapping around your knees. Looking back up, you decided your next move and walked closer to Eren to gently take his hand. He snapped his gaze first to their now intertwined hands, then up to your face. His expression broke away from that sullen, depressed look once again as he met your eye curiously.

"Right here, right now...This is what we've been fighting for. For now, let's focus on our victory. Our achievements. Our newfound freedom, even if it's limited…For now at least." You squeezed his hand. "We've made it this far, let's enjoy today, yeah?"

Eren was at a loss for words, but nodded his head in understanding.

"A frown doesn't suit you, Jaeger." You teased Eren to lighten the mood. He in turn playfully scoffed and reached the hand that wasn't now firmly holding yours up to ruffle your hair lightly.

"Y/N L/N, always the optimist," he cracked a small smile.

"There it is! A smile! C'mon titan boy, give me a REAL smile," You giggled as you couldn't help but tease him further.

Finally, he smiled. A true, genuine smile you loved more than any other. Your favorite smile.

And little did you know, the smile on your face just so happened to be his favorite smile, as well. In his mind, all he had done up until now was worth it, just to see you smiling so carefree in this newfound freedom.

Our, newfound freedom.

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evanspresso · 1 year

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this could mean everything to me

this is a companion piece to the blind date. You certainly don't have to read it but if you'd like to it's here xx

listen to this while reading

The gravel crunches under her heels with each step towards the entrance. Her breath hitches, feeling the cold November breeze run through her hair and kiss her neck before making it inside of the building.

Her nerves are sky high as she stealthily dodges out of peoples way without even looking at who she is next to. Strings of curses run through her mind towards Wren for making her come in here alone when god knows what a or b- lister could be here in the same building as regular, old y/n.

She purses her lips together making it her mission to find her best friend and her boyfriend somewhere at the bar, which is where Wren said that they'd be waiting for her last time she checked her messages.

Knowing Wren, she could already be so intoxicated that she'd have to be escorted out and y/n was really hoping that she didn't have to go through all of this trouble of getting ready just to scurry out of here in less than an hour.

Though, if that were the case, she wouldn't be too upset. She did leave the comfort of her little apartment with a pantry full of pickled flavor potato chips that were calling her name right about now.

Once the couple is spotted, she makes a beeline to the end of the bar where she watches her best friend snap her fingers at the bartender, her voice echoing through the room causing y/n to chuckle.

"Hey, buddy! I've been waiting for-" Wren pretends to look at a non existent watch on her wrist, "Thirty minuets to get a drink and the bar isn't even full yet."

"I'm making a drink for Gwyneth Paltrow. You can wait." The bartender points at her sassily.

Tommy, Wrens boyfriend buries his face in his large hand, mortified as snickers from the people around them cause Wren to stick up her nose and bounce her heeled boot against the lavish hard wood floor.

"Already making enemies I see." Y/n says as she leans against the bar, her hair falling in her face as she smiles playfully at Wren.

"It was bound to happen at some point." Wren shrugs.

"You think Gwyneth Paltrow is actually here?" Tommy questions.

Wren rolls her eyes and flicks his chest with her finger, "I just got told off by the bartender and you're worried about Gwyneth Paltrow?"

"Goop." Y/n lets out making Tommy chuckle.

"Fine. Get us a round and and maybe you'll meet her." she says flatly patting her boyfriends shoulder before taking y/n's hand, "Were going to the ladies room."

The two ladies wave at Tommy and make headway towards the bathroom, both of them sighing simultaneously, relief trickling between them when learning that there was no line.

The bathroom is huge, there's even a sitting room with a few couches and love seats skatter around the room perfectly. Mirrors all around too which cause Wren and y/n to stop dead I their tracks and admire their looks of the night.

"How did Tommy get three tickets to this?" Y/n asks, watching Wren head towards one of the stalls as she sits down on one of the love seats.

"His boss is obsessed with him. She gives him whatever he wants." Wren says while closing the door. Before y/n can even say anything Wren tuts at her, "Don't say it."

"I wasn't going to!" y/n defends.

"Don't make that face either!" Wren laughs.

Y/n freezes, looking in the mirror, she rolls her eyes immediately dropping the face she was making. "I-"

"Sometimes it's fun to let people spoil you. Especially your boss."

Y/n groans and drops her hands into her lap as she shakes her head, watching Wren step out of the stall and start washing her hands. "You sound so LA.." Y/n drags her voice.

Wren gasps, "How dare you! I'll always be a New Yorker." she says splashing sink water at y/n causing them both to squeal so loud that y/n is sure the party goers could hear them from outside the bathrooms.

An hour rages on with more drinks and finger foods. y/n can tell that her patience is running thin as she watches Wren giggle up at Tommy who peppers kisses in her hair while whispering into her ear.

She crosses her arms and downs the rest of her white wine. Her chest immediately warming at the sensation of alcohol flooding her system causing her to close her eyes for a moment.

"There he is!" Tommy grumbled out proudly pointing at someone behind y/n.

Wren's eyes go wide as she presses her lips together to hold herself back from saying something. Before y/n could ask her any questions she felt herself turn her head slightly, revealing him standing there next to her in all his glory.

"Where have you been? I was thinking you weren’t going to show." Tommy says to him as they hug, spalling each others back.

"I decided last minuet that I would. It's for a good cause." He shrugs, backing away from Tommy and leaning closer to Wren for a hug.

Y/n can't helps but let out a nervous and terribly awkward chuckle as she watched him turn towards her. They both go in for a hug but pause at the same time, fidgeting around before ultimately shaking each others hands.

"Nice to see you again." They say in unison causing all four of them to chuckle.

"How are you doing?" Evan asks, his eyes focusing on y/n's making her cheeks flush and her skin to feel like it could melt mountains of snow in one second if she stepped one foot in the arctic.

"Fine, fine. And you?" she stammers.

"Good." he says earnestly.

His stare starts to make beads of sweat form at her temple and y/n just cannot bear the way he looks at her. She wants to scoff because she distinctly remembers him giving her his number, and of course she texted him.

She was so nervous it took her a week, but she still texted! And can you guess? yup, that's right. He never texted her back. Almost full yer later and nothing. Nothing. Silence.

Fucker.

Y/n gave him a tight lipped smile, leaning into Wren, linking her arm with hers causing Wren to rub her back in acknowledgment. "Let's, let the boys play. We've got some man hunting to get to." Wren said, looking directly at Evan. Her voice sharp as knives, ignoring the way Tommy gawked at her.

Three more white wines and one last shot of Vodka, Y/n and Wren giggled horrendously as they stole a Charcuterie board from one of the VIP tables. They clumsily found an open table top outside on the balcony.

"Seriously, Fuck him for never answering you and having the audacity to come and say hello! Like nothing happened." Wren slurred sticking a piece of salami into her mouth. "The things I did for him to get you to freaking show up on the blind date..."

Y/n shook her head vigorously and spread some fig jam onto her cracker before placing a piece of cheese on top. "And why the hell would he look at me like that? What a freak. I mean, if I was him, I would be embarrassed to even sneak a glance! He's got some nerve even coming to say hello. He should have pretended not to see me..." she rambled, stuffing the cracker into her mouth and covering it as she chewed.

"Say it louder for the people in the back, bitch!" Wren cheered.

"Like seriously! I genuinely hate dating. When can I just find someone who likes me and actually wants to see me again, why is it so hard? You are so lucky with Tommy." She mopes, dropping her chin in the palm of her hand as she looks over at the skyline.

"I had a long streak of bad luck before him y/n". Wren replies turning her head to where y/n is looking.

"We all go thought it, but it's how we decide to embrace it. Don't let the bad moments ruin your chances at finding the right one because he could be anywhere. He could be here for all you know."

Wren places her hand on y/n's arm as they both look at one another with small knowing smiles. "I love you." y/n says warmly. "Thank you. You're right. You always know what to say."

"Damn right." Wren winks. "I love you too."

"It's just exhausting sometimes."

"I know."

When she winces and looks down at her heels, cursing at herself for picking the ones she hadn't worn out yet she decided that it's time to call it a night.

Tommy and Wren insisted that they wait with her while she waited for her Uber but she immediately declined their offer. "Go have more drinks and have fun. You don't want to miss dessert when it comes." she smiled.

"I'll save you a piece of cake!" Wren agreed. "Text me when you get home, please."

"Promise!" y/n wave before making her ways towards the stairs that lead down the building and towards the exit.

Y/n rolled her eyes as she waited for the coat check to retrieve her purse and her button up, getting the notification that her Uber driver canceled the ride.

"Lovely."

She decided that maybe this was a message from the Gods's that an Uber wasn't the best option.

Sure, walking in these heels weren't ideal, but spending an unholy amount on a ride was something that y/n absolutely hated to do. She bought these heels to walk in, not just sit and look pretty in.

As she slid her jacket on and made her way towards the door she paused, throwing her hands up in disbelief watching him stand on the sidewalk in front of her with a cigarette between his lips.

She quickly pushed the doors open and tried to make her way behind him and go on her merry way unnoticed- but she calculated her steps wrong and- oof- Evan backed into her making her stumble.

She nearly twisted her ankle as he reached for her forearm, yanking her into his solid chest so she wouldn't fall. With another oof and a loud crack she gasped watching her phone fall out of her hands and smack down onto the pavement.

"Shit, I'm so sorry. You good?' Evan said in concern.

Y/n pushed herself from him and bent down to grab her phone before groaning as her forehead hit into his because he too was reaching for her phone.

"Jesus!" she groaned. "Ow." she chuckled, standing up and rubbing her forehead hearing him laugh softly before covering his mouth with his fist and coughing.

"I'm really sorry." He said again, handing her the phone, holding the side of his head. "And, ow." he snickered. "You've got a strong forehead."

"Thanks?" y/n in a questionable tone, sliding her unharmed phone into her jacket pocket.

"Hey, you're leaving?" Evan asked as she turned to make her way down the street.

Y/n stopped and turned around to look at him as he flicked his cigarette onto the pavement. "Yeah." she shrugged.

"Me too." He said walking towards her. "I'm waiting for my driver. Were you gonna walk?"

She dropped her shoulders in defeat knowing that she was waisting precious time standing here talking to him instead of walking home before sundown.

"Yeah. But I gotta go and make my train so..." she said hurriedly Turing around to walk again before he called out her name in urgency.

Y/n's eyes furrowed and she stopped again, annoyance building up as he was now standing right in front of her, too close for her liking. "Can I give you a ride? It's getting late and it's getting cold."

"I'm fine."

"You said that earlier." she said cheekily making her frown and roll her eyes, his smirk to faltering.

"Listen. I am really sorry I never answered you. I really, really wanted to see you again."

Y/n let out a snort catching him off guard as she flipped her hair and pulled out her phone to check the time. "You have a really funny way showing it."

Evan dug his hands into his pockets, sighing making y/n's eyes widen as he bent down towards her so they were at eye level. She held her breath watching his eyes glance at her lips before looking back into her eyes causing her to blush out of pure instinct.

"I was afraid you weren't going to text me or call. When you finally did I was like, really stoked but I never got to answer because I was shooting for a film. When I was done I crashed and when I woke up again I was almost late for my call time and it was just a repeating cycle of not being able to get a minuet alone where I wasn't falling asleep." he said, finishing with a deep breath, letting his shoulders sink like he was letting a huge load fall off. "Then I felt like an asshole for never getting back to you and I was just... scared to text you back. And now, here we are."

"Oh." was all that se could say. She was shocked and the way her was looking at her made chest tighten so much that she felt dizzy, so she closed her eyes and nodded slowly. "Okay." she said more to herself than to him.

"Okay?"

"Okay." she shrugged. "So, did you want to go get that ice cream?" she smiled bashfully.

He almost didn't hear her but that smile made his second guessing mind stop from asking her to repeat herself as he quickly nodded. "I'm warning you now, it takes a lot for me to get brain freeze." he said going her a lopsided smirk causing her eyes to light up.

"Me too. That just means the compilation is gonna be good." she winked.

Evan laughed causing/n to smile up at him through her lashes as he looked towards the road where his driver had finally been able to find a spot and stop. "Shall we?"

"Please. These heels are killing me."

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bangtaninborderland · 2 years

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hii, if you don’t mind can u do a Niragi x chubby reader pls. its completely fine if u don’t write for this. ;)

Hi anonie! I am sorry this took so long I felt like writing a little bit of fluff this isn’t too long but I hope this helps and please remember that you and your body is beautiful, everyone’s body is beautiful and you are SO worthy! 🫶🏼

Niragi x Chubby Reader

Every inch of you is perfect to me.

You was so caught up in your own thoughts of concern that you didn’t hear Niragi behind you, the only thing alerting him of your presence was the feeling of his long slender fingers running themselves through your hair as he pulled you closer to his chest.

Although he seemed cold to everyone else whenever he was with you that persona seemed to dissipate leaving nothing but the warm man you had grown to love.

“How was your day?” He breathes into your ear, his hands tracing circles on your hips.

You never knew wether to tell him the truth when something bad had happened but in any case he would find out either way and you would rather him hear it from you than someone else as you was sure no one else would be able to stop him from committing countless murders the way you would.

You turned towards hun pushing yourself as close to him has possible as you rested your head on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat filling your ears as you explain the latest events.

“So today I was waiting by the pool for Emi to return and someone pushed me, I nearly fell into the pool. When I tried to say something they said I shouldn’t be at a pool, that I was too big and took up too much space.” You cringed as the words left your lips, ashamed to admit the words you yourself partially had believed.

You wrapped your arms around him as you felt his body stiffen at your revelation, slightly afraid he would act out and hurt someone. Even if they was an asshole you didn’t want anyone to be hurt because of you.

“Who?” he forced the words out through his gritted teeth as he tried to remain calm.

You sighed before lying for the first time tonight. “I don’t remember it was someone new.”

You wanted to calm him, to tell him it was okay and that it didn’t affect you but your mind only had one question and unlike other days you couldn’t stop the words from coming out. “Do you think they was right?”

You felt your body being turned around and suddenly you was face to face with your perfectly sculpted boyfriend, his dark eyes staring back into yours. His hand rested against your cheek as he placed his lips on yours, kissing you in the most delicate way.

“You are perfect, your body, from your head to your toes and everything in between is absolutely perfect. I know I do things that aren’t the best but I hope I help you feel confident. Everyone here has their own doubts about themselves and everyone you see, even if they do look as if they have the most confidence, well even they have things they don’t like. I don’t like the fact my knees are too skinny but I still kinda like them. Not everyone’s body will be the same, some people have faster metabolisms, some people are shorter or taller and size depends on so many things but to me, to this man standing in front of you, you are perfectly perfect. The most beautiful. Everything you don’t like about yourself I love. Anyone who ever says anything negative is just jealous because I have you, I have the most beautiful woman here.” He smiled at the way your eyes lit up hearing his reassurance.

“Do you really think that about me?” You asked hopefully, your eyes searching his face for any sign of doubt only to be met with another smile and a small nod.

“Every single inch of you is the most beautiful.” He pulled you closer to him, his body shielding you from the cold breeze of the night.

After a few minuets standing in silence in the calming embrace you heard him whisper something you had never heard him say before.

“I love you.”

I’m sorry if you was hoping for smut you didn’t provide any context but I hope this has been something to make you smile. The words I have written as Niragi I want to say I fully believe as someone who has both gained lost and gained and lost again it can be difficult loving your body, it can be hard but it’s always so important to remember that no one’s body is perfect. However you are is perfectly perfect. I hope you all love yourself the way I love you. Please let me know your thoughts and keep requesting! Thankyou 💜

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araveninthedarknight · 8 months

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A brother's secret is another's nightmare

A little note before we get into the actual fic, I am not the best at writing, my spelling is shit (thanks dyslexia) and I have the mouth of a sailor.. Also, I will probobly end up with veryyyy Out of Character Yasushi and Binzo but it's whatever 🤷🏻‍♂ hopefully you enjoy it non the less.

Sumary: Binzo's secret twin brother who no one really knows about is friends with Oya, and gets set up on a blind date with his crush by said crush's bestie and eventually all chaos ensues, ala high and low's typical fashion

Warnings: Extreamly terrible writing, swearing, its a high and low fic so violence and language are kinda inevitable. I use a random name i got from google for the main character, please don't be mad lol

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Binzo has always been fiercely protective of his secret twin brother, that much was for sure...But the twin knew that his brother would be so absorbed in his affairs with the Suzuran's Raho faction, he will never find out about his own hidden life, right?

The young teen boy, Binzo's secret brother named Yuri had long stayed a secret, his brother knew everything about him and wanted to protect the fragile seeming boy, but because of his position in the Raho faction at Suzuran, he had not been around as often, and getting bored easily, Yuri took to making friends with other boys his age, one being Fujio of Oya and then the others of oya too. Two boys in particular became close to him, Kyoshi and Yasushi, becoming inseparable as a trio, and soon enough the ladder of the two found himself crushing on the mysterious boy, named Yuri.

His brother thought him to hide who he was related to well, so he knew being anywhere near Oya as a rival's brother would not work well, but when he was with them, he didn't even remember who his brother was, or the school he attended. He simply was him and falling hard for Yasushi...which considering Kyoshi knew pretty much everything about his partner in crime, fellow chaos gremlin and brother from another mother, he knew both boys had fallen for each other over the span of a few months. Todoroki and the others soon would grow annoyed with the two trying to flirt but backing away with it as if the other wasn't just as shamelessly in love with them too. Kyoshi planned with Jamuo to set up the head strong couple on a blind date, one where you would think nothing could go wrong, fool proof in the eyes of the excited Oya gang's most excited.

Yuri approaches a beautiful cherry blossom tree, one by a body of water that glimmered in the light, a little garden with a pond that had frogs singing softly through the warm breeze. Yasushi had followed a lit path to a blanket, soon meeting up for what both boys had thought was a group hang out, though it seemed fancy in the eyes of the two but none the less brushed off as an attempt at a high school friend night that was made to be affordable but still look nice.

"Are we the only ones showing?" Yuri breaks the silence of the shy couple after reading a simple text from Jamuo to have 'fun' on 'the date'..

"It appears to be that way.. but they are missing out on some really good food!" The blonde who tends to seem sour to untrained friend eyes said to the other teen, his dark red dyed hair shone like a dim and dark halo. "But I think we were just set up... On what would be called a blind date." The chuckle Yasushi let fall from his slightly chapped lips causing butterflies to fall into Yuri's stomach as he swept dark red velvet locks from his face with a bobby pin that he always carried with him.

As the two teens one oya, one secret suzuraun spoke softly, blushing, laughing and behaving like a couple, another teen, also from Suzuraun looked on in disbelief, he knew his twin had tried to follow his orders, protecting Yuri from being a target for opposing school gangs, but he had no clue his younger by five minuets brother was friends with Oya. But he knew he would be able to handle himself in a fight, taught by Binzo himself to survive one if absolutely needed. He left not thinking much of it, and missed something in the distance that would for sure have caused his blood to boil, maybe even start an all out war between schools.

"Yuri, I really really like you. As more than a friend. And tonight was wonderful, we both needed it more than I thought, away from everyone else, away from the chaos for a few hours. Will you be my boyfriend officially?" This seemed like the first time Yasushi had ever been so anxious, not something he did often, and of course his heart in his ears made him worry that the other boy could hear his pulse loud and clear in the soft moonlight.

"Of course 'Shi, I love you with all my heart, I have for a while now. As silly as it sounds, my worries of it being one sided only are just subsiding, I am glad you like me too." Red velvet hair tickled the blonde's face as the secret twin of Binzo leaned in and kissed a rival of his own twin, blood rushing adrenaline through him as he did, now his boyfriend, and he knew this would have to be his one and only best kept secret from his protective zombie fighter of a brother. The kiss sent both boys off into the world of bliss, hands intertwining with a delicate care, love the only emotion surging through the crisp spring nightfall air.

A couple attached at the hip was now a common sight at Oya, and though no one other than Kyoshi said it, they were all glad the two had finally gotten together, Todoroki himself seemed to let out a breath of relief when he laid eyes on the hands holding onto one another that belonged to Yasushi and Yuri, though he kept it to himself, he knew it would balance the energy of the erratic blonde before him.

Not too long later, Oya and Suzuraun united to fight, and while Yuri had stayed out of it all, he had rushed to pack a big duffle bag of first aid, knowing that his love would be battered pretty well, and the last time it had happened, the dark red haired boy had let his sobs free, his fear as he kissed his lover's lips and tried to be ever gentle with him, causing him to vow he would always come through with as much as he could to help him from then on after a particularly hard battle.

Long forgotten were the thoughts about his brother having been dispelled from his mind, not thinking he would be there as he rushed to where he knew his darling blonde devilish angel would be, the fight had clearly been over, bodies groaning in pain on the ground, the boy carefully stepping to avoid them but looking for a mop of blonde hair tied up on one side into small braids that only went half way down the side of his head, cascading into a soft flow of sandy clouds.

"YASUSHI!!" Yuri scurries to his partner, opening the bag he brought and pulling him to sit by him on a stack of mats he had formed in the gym to help be more comfortable for the other. "Fucking hell, you look like you got the shit beat out of you with a fucking iron fist darling." Pouts the hidden twin, his frown making his adoring boyfriend let out a pained chuckle as he holds his middle, "I am ok baby boy, just a little run down, nothing I can't handle." Yasushi promises, missing Binzo having an alarmed look on his face as he sees his brother patching up an oya, the same one he was with months earlier in the garden, and then to his horror kissing Yasushi, being careful of the split lip and blood drying on in flaky cakes of smeared crimson. "Babe, you had previous injuries, its only natural I worry." Yuri sighs, remembering the fear he felt when he saw a haggard Kyoshi and a not much better Yasushi.

"WHAT IN THE FUCK IS THIS MIYAUCHI YURI?!?!" Binzo roars, causing his twin to jump and all of the occupants of the gym to fall silent, non of them expecting a relative to Binzo in their midst.

"You said you wanted no one to know we were twins right? This was me being not your twin, blending in and falling hopelessly in love with my boyfriend." Yuri says, anger laced in his tone that his brother would dare cause a scene, especially while he was tending to wounds of someone from the fight. "Wait-wait wait..."Tusksaka sais, befuddled by the sudden commotion that all were watching with pure shock, "Yuri is your twin? Heads up, Yasushi and Yuri have been dating for months, sooooo um... yeah, they are together and you will have to buck it up. We all love your brother, and he too is friends with Fujio, much like Raho himself."

"HOW DID WE NOT KNOW HE HAD A TWIN??" Mercy says, he sounded alarmed,surprised and at the same time impressed as his voice cut through the thick tension that hung upon the air, like a thick blanket in winter.

"I had him keep it hidden to protect him, told him to act normal because I didn't want him a target, but I also taught him to fight for emergencies, he has a mean right hand hook, I have to say. But I worried he would be a target, one that could be avoided, so I hid him...Had I known about this...."Binzo feels the air deflate from his lungs, letting out a sigh, "Hurt my brother and you will have to pay."

Yuri hears his twin grumble as he walks away, hand running though his crazy hair, his signiture look of his own.

"Sorry you had to find out like this and see him blow up." Yuri whispers, laying his head on Yasushi's shoulder as he felt his partner wrap his slender arm around his waist, something the two often did on Oya's rooftop on a sunny day.

"All that matters is that I love you." Yasushi says softly, breaking his normal tough guy act long enough to kiss his head and then glare at the crowd, "What the hell do you all think ya are fucking looking at??"

This was only the start of something bigger, a love for the ages.

A/N: Soooo.... first high and low fic in the books.. I hope it was ok, but I am super proud of it because I don't Know if I have ever willingly written something so long before in my life. I apologize for all of the out of character moments, but I just felt the need for fluffy goodness with a small pinch of angst.

#high and low the worst #yasushi high and low #high and low the worst x Cross #high and low fanfic #high and low the worst fanfiction #im soft for Yasushi sorry #Secret! twin brother of Binzo OC X Yasushi #my writing #this is the first time i have written high and low so they are a bit out of character but i am proud of this non the less

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aristocratic-otter · 11 months

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I'm back! I was absolutely determined, after being sick and swamped with work for the last few weeks, that I would post today. I have so many words to share! But first:

Thank you to you lovely people who kept tagging me even though I've not posted one of these in a month. Thank you to @facewithoutheart, @aroace-genderfluid-sheep, @fatalfangirl, @larkral, @cutestkilla, @prettygoododds, @artsyunderstudy, @confused-bi-queer, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @moodandmist, @nightimedreamersghost, @hushed-chorus, @blackberrysummerblog, @j-nipper-95, @theearlgreymage, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @ileadacharmedlife, and @wellbelesbian.

Bits from my many, many WIPs below (8? 9? I'm losing track...)

From: A new fic, set in the Age of Sail (one of two possibilities for my COTTA this year):

Simon

The sky is a perfect blue, the breeze is licking against my cheeks like a happy dog, and Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch is the biggest arsehole on all of the seven seas.

You’d think he was five years older than me, the way he acts, not a measly few months. He’s standing across from me, frowning fiercely as I take my time thinking through the order he’s just given me.

“Show me the cargo hold, cabin boy!”

The command, coming as it was in the high voice and posh accent of the SS Watford’s most obnoxious passenger, caught me by surprise. Tyrannus Basilton, or Baz, as I’ve heard his mother calling him, has ignored me for the most part, since we set sail from the port of Southampton. When he’s come across me in his explorations of the ship, he doesn’t say anything, he just stares at me like I’m something particularly foul that he’s just stepped in.

I hate him.

From: My Cobb!

Why on Earth would Penny be fated to fall in love with a Normal?

It’s impossible. So I should be encouraged, right? This means that Baz and I…that Baz and I…

I wince away from finishing that thought. I don’t know why, but it’s been bothering me more and more over the last few days, the thought that my destiny is to kill or be killed by Baz. Maybe I just wish for a kinder destiny?

No. I can’t possibly wish for that…with Baz…just, no.

From: Westward Son:

Agatha is nuzzling his cheek with her palomino nose, but he doesn’t appear to even notice the horse’s presence. He’s miles away. No. It’s all I can think. No, I won’t let this happen again. No, I won’t let him pull away or lose himself in pain and grief. I won’t lose him.

From: Saving Simon Snow:

Baz’s lips are as soft as I remember. He gasps against my mouth, but doesn’t pull away. He lets me kiss him. Like before, I can sense his inexperience in the way he lets me control the kiss; when has Baz ever let me control anything? But he’s not unwilling, that’s obvious. His lips move under mine, and his body sways towards me.

I slide my hands around his hips and hold him steady. I kiss him. He sinks into my chest. We’re so close now that I can feel the faint chill of his skin under his clothes.

Because he’s a vampire, I think, and then dismiss the thought as irrelevant. Because he’s a boy. No. He’s a man. He’s my husband.

From: Snow Fox, my other contender for COTTA, an American Revolution AU:

I watch the boy, as he bows to Agatha Wellbelove before taking the first position of the minuet. She curtsies in return, before turning to face in the same direction he is facing, and raising her hand elegantly as an offering. He accepts the offer with his free left hand. The pianist begins a bouncy tune, and the pretty young couple begin the mincing steps of the dance.

Wellbelove is beautiful; of course she is. She’s the flower of the colonies. I expect that the British soldiers eying her from the sidelines think so at least. I myself couldn’t care less for her abundant charms. My eyes are dragged over and over to the boy dancing the intricate forms with her.

He’s beautiful too.

From Raising Dragons (almost done!):

“Hey Rosebud,” I whisper. Baz calls me that, and Gran told me that my grandfather used to call Lucy, my mum, ‘Rosy-girl’. I try it out. “My little rosy-girl. Or boy. You are a miracle, you know that?” The baby blinks at me, wisely. As if they’re saying, ‘of course I am, catch up, dad!’.

From To Heal A Broken Mind:

“Dr. Pitch,” she says, continuing to blink at me slowly. “Am I to understand that you’ve been keeping a patient here, in your office, all day?”

Oh. Oh. So that’s what this is about. Fuck, I never thought she’d notice.

“I…” I try to speak, but the words jam up in my throat. I swallow, and try again. “He’s a…friend.”

“Is he not also your patient, Doctor Pitch?”

I fight to control my expression. This is bad. Helplessly, I nod. “He is.”

And from my mystery collaboration!:

“The symptoms all line up with hypothalamic dysfunction,” he reports in a grave tone. “Enhanced senses, hormonal surges, fever, sweating, mania, uncontrollable laughter.”

My heart sinks. That sounds very much like what I saw with [redacted] “Have you found the mode of transmission yet?” I ask.

I guess that is 8...but I started plotting out my discord exchange fic today. So yes, I am insane.

#cotta 2021 #cotta 2023 #american revolution #blue lagoon au #dragon babies #secret project #cobb 2023 #house au #oregon trail au #canon divergent fic #forced marriage au #wip wednesday #co/ws/awtwb #simon snow series

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dogwasthrown · 1 year

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Stress.

Hey disclaimer this is my first post ever but i thought i should do something simple lots of love. Fluff, coffee shop date, Y/N works as Dr. Banner's secretary

You and Loki go on a coffee date after work yet your stressed from work. What does Loki do? Take care of you of course.

Loki x fem!Reader

You sat at a table in the coffee shop agreed on after your last conversation with Loki. Your coffee had gone cold but you continued to lounge as you read your book. The shop was small and fairly quiet. You were pulled out of your mind upon the ding of the shops door opening. There he was. Loki. In the soft light of the sun through the window he looked lovely. Like a fresh breeze on a warm summers evening.

"Wow." You whispered. He was wearing Black slacks and a dark green sweater. You had on some leggings and a t-shirt from your favorite.

"Hello dear. Im ever so sorry upon my late arrival." He said with a cheshire grin. He made your knees weak. How did he do that even when you were sitting down? You'd never know but you ended up being fine with it. He ordered a coffee which should have been something simple. Insignificant. But to you it felt like he was putting a spell on you though his order was never directed towards you.

"So my darling, how was your day?" You shifted in your seat. Work felt like hell today. Working as Mr. Banners secretary was no small feat. Between the papers, endless emails, and writing you barely had a break. Even getting ready for the small date was a hassle whith such a short time span. You shrugged your shoulders not wanting to bring up all the boring things that plagued you daily.

"Oh you know, same as always." Loki's faced flickered to concern for only a minuet before returing to his charmingly amused gaze. The both of you chattered for what felt like forever before you realized that the afternoon sun had gone down. You stood to stretch your legs, Loki taking the hint to get up aswell.

" I suppose we should head back home then hmm?" Loki said looking down at you with a soft smile. Your legs felt like lead and your body felt sluggish but reluctantly you craned your neck up to give him a small nod and smile. The night wasn't cold but of course Loki offered his arm around your shoulder as a way to keep you warm and who were you to decline him? As soon as you entered your shared flat you heard your cat Beetle jump from the island in the spacious kitchen. He first greeted Loki with a meow as he rubbed up against his leg.

"Hello little Beetle." He said with a sweet soft smile. He picked up the black cat heading into the kitchen to feed the cat and water the plants you were never able to keep alive. Damn asgardian magic, always besting you by such a small thing. You had considered burning the plants all together and just pretending they had died on their own but alas Loki had taken a liking to them. You yawned and entered the kitchen to join your boyfriend where he stood next to the counter petting the cat.

" So hon how was your day?" You stood there in the doorway confused but before you could answer again he cut you off " Tell me the truth." You shook your head sighing. He never stopped did he?

" I already told you Lok, my day was fine, don't worry about it" You said with a half smile. He frowned at you as his shoulders slumped. At this point you were infront of him a hand laid over his on the island counter. " Honey whats wrong? Im okay really, nothings wrong." He looked at you with disbelief in his eyes.

" Y/N let me get this straight. You have dark as shit eye bags, you pratically dragged yourself home, and as far as I know you've been working all day. Hell even in the shop you were still sending emails out." His hands were on your hips now as if he was trying to steady you. He was right, you felt like shit and appearantly you showed it aswell. You sighed

"Okay fine, maybe im not doing the best but im not dying dear. I'll live. Don't worry about me." He looked pained. A small grimance appearing on his face. He wrapped his arms around you hugging you. He almost held most of your weight so eventually you just slumped yourself into his shoulder sighing.

"There we go. " He said as if he were waiting for you to give in to the stress of the day. He picked you up swiftly as you wrapped your legs around his torso laying your head on his shoulder closing your eyes. " There we go little love."

#loki x y/n #loki x reader #marvel universe #marvel men #loki fluff

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sciamano240 · 3 years

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Baltimore from Azur Lane in her Evening Breeze Minuet version, 2nd reward of the August Patreon Pack.

#baltimore #azur lane #dress #patreon #girl drawing #pin up #evening breeze minuet #elegant #digital art #art #fan art #digital painting #digital drawing #artists on tumblr

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camicuddles · 2 years

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▽‖MOONFLOWERS‖▽

Pairing → Camilo x Fem!Reader

Genre → Just some pure Fluff

Word count → 686

Summary → It was a quiet night in Encanto, the sky clear, the moon full and the gentle night breeze coming through the window was soothing. but you still couldn't fall asleep, that's when you heard a soft knock on your window

A/N → Just wanted to go for a calmer color for the aesthetic on this one, I fell like it suits the story better

DNI If you're 18+

You laid awake in your bed, completely restless. Today was tiering, you ran all around the town delivering orders from your parents' store running around from here to there non-stop all day. You even had to cancel your date with Camilo cause you were busy all day, he told you that it was fine and that you would make up for it but you still felt bad.

When you returned home after finishing your chores you couldn't wait to just fall asleep on your comfy bed, but for some reason once your head hit the pillow you couldn't fall asleep. No matter how hard you tried, How quiet the night was, how calming the moon looked or how the gentle night breeze hit your frame you couldn't get any sleep whatsoever. So here you were tossing and turning in your bed trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in but with no use. That was until you heard a quiet knock on your window, when you sit up to look at the window you see Camilo sitting on the window railing legs dangling outside "buenas noches mi vida, Hopefully I didn't wake you up" he says as he jumps in now standing in front of the window, You stand up and walk towards him wrapping your arms around his neck and giving him a soft peck to his lips "Nah don't worry, couldn't sleep anyways" He just wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer "Why's that?" he mumbles softly as he sways both of you in the moonlight "Don't know, Not that tired I guess" he hums softly as he kept his hold on you "Why are you here this late though?" You pull away to look at his face, he just shrugged "Couldn't sleep too, so I thought I could come and check if you were asleep" he leaned in placing a soft kiss to the your temple "Now that I know you're awake, Wanna make up for the date you canceled today?" you almost forgot about that, you let your arms fall to your sides "Oh yea, sorry about that" You say felling like you let him down, he then reaches for your hand leading it up to his lips and kissing is gently "It's alright hermosa, You were busy today so I don't blame you" you then lean towards him kissing the tip of his nose softly "Ok wait outside, I'll change into something else and come out" he then flashed you a soft smile before carefully climbing down from the window.

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"Cami could you at least tell me where we're going? You know how I am with surprises" you said as he led you through the woods "Just wait a little amor, we're almost there" he continued to lead you deeper into the woods, you just went along with him letting out a sigh.

A few minuets you were on a cliff with bushes of moon flowers surrounding it with a view of the full moon above it, it was one of the most beautiful things you've ever saw "Dios mío, Milo when did you find this place? It's beautiful" Camilo was leading you to a blanket that was laid a bit far from the bushes "I found it a while ago but I wanted to bring you here when there's a full moon so all the flowers were blooming" he then sat down making you sit in front of him, leaning your back onto his chest. "just make sure not touch the flowers, they might be poisonous" he hooked his chin on top of your head "still, they're pretty. Almost can't believe they're poisonous" he wrapped his arms around your waist making you lean into his touch more "Well they're not as pretty as you, mi luna" you turned your head to look at him, a slight blush on your face "You're pretty too mi sol" you leaned up and kissed his cheek softly. He then started placing kisses all over your face, making you giggle. You two stayed in each other's embrace the rest of the night.

*▿▽‖MASTERLIST‖▽▿*

#camilo madrigal #camilo madrigal x reader #camilo x reader #camilo fluff #camilo x reader fluff #camilo x y/n #camilo x you #camilo disney #encanto

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milqueandsugar · 3 years

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Hello hello! Can i request for C!Quackity? where the first time he meets the reader its after some fight. the reader finds Quackity injured and takes care of him while he is unconscious. And then he wakes up in the readers cottage.

🏵 Your Tea Is Ready 🏵

Warnings: Mentions of injury/violence

Genre: Fluff

| First Impressions |

Quackity had never been good with first impressions. He either other thought them, or didn't care for them at all. Yet no matter what they always turned out shitty. When he first met Schlatt he was so nervous his hands were shaking, which of course led to him spilling bourbon all over his lap. With Sapnap his was plastered, he doesn't remember any of it, but from recounts of the night he's happy he doesn't.

Of course you had been his worst, having to practically pull technoblade's pick axe from his gaping wound. To say it could have gone better was an understatement. The rest of the night is a blur to him, blood loss mostly to blame for that. However as he lay awake in your bed, he couldn't help but wish he remembered less. Just the concept made him cringe, his bandaged, poultice covered face wrinkling slightly in disgust as he stared blankly at the wall beside him.

Deciding to think of anything other then the disaster that was the previous night he let his eye wander the left side of the room, not bothering to roll around to see the rest. Bruised hands clutched the heavy wool blanket that draped over his body. Pulling it closer to him he took in the warm, tea like scent that washed over him.

Everything about the room was comforting, to the wooly white rug under the bed that he was practically sinking into. To the pastel painted walls and the embroidered curtains that swayed in the morning breeze. He could hear the faint sound of eggs sizzling beneath him. The smell of pancakes and bacon faint but certainly there. God he was starving.

He wanted to get up to of bed and help himself to whatever you had to over, but each of his shallow breaths left a dull ache in his chest. The sheets rubbing up against his wounds made him squirm and his skin sting. He didn't even bother to try.

However his small movements quickly stilled as the sound of footsteps approached. Quickly he shut his eyes, making an effort to slow his breathing as the door creaked open. He wasn't sure what he was doing, he had no reason to believe you would hurt him. In fact you did quite the opposite, even still the hair on the back of his neck rose as you neared. He could faintly remember your face, and he scowered his brain for your name, but his efforts were for nothing.

"I know you're awake"

Although harmless in tone your words made his fist clench tight around the blanket. His teeth grinding slightly as an over whelming sensation took over his mind. One telling him to run. "You can stay in bed as long as you like, I just.. nevermind, breakfast is ready whenever you are" Quackity couldn't see you but you sounded unsure of yourself, for a moment he questioned who was more nervous. After a few long moments you mutter a soft 'okay ' under your breath before leaving the room.

Swallowing thickly Quackity opened his eye, tossing the idea of actually having to come face to face with you in his mind for a food ten minuets. Slowly he pulled the sheets from himself, stepping onto the cool wooden floors of your room he stretched his arms high above his head. He joints popping with the motion. Time to face his greatest humiliation yet. At least you seemed sweet.

#dsmp x reader #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x reader #dsmp imagine #mcyt x you #mcyt imagine #dsmp x you #quackity x y/n #quackity x you #quackity x reader

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aubreyprc · 3 years

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voicemail

summary - emily gets in a plane crash. she leaves hotch a voicemail. season 7. after hit and run.

dialogue prompt given - ‘i was happier with you’ (this fic/idea was already in the works but i thought that line worked so well in it that i had to add it!)

word count - 4.4k

He watches the phone ring, her name flashing up brightly. There’s a twist in his gut, a tight pain in his chest as he chooses to ignore it, to hold Beth closer to him as he turns away from phone, can see in the corner of his eye as it stops ringing and he forces himself to relax. The voicemail signal pops up not three minutes later and he frowns, reaching for it, but then Beth holds her hand out, a smirk on her face as she reminds him off his promise of one more dance before it inevitably gets too late to keep Jack up and the voicemail is forgotten, his phone pinging with a second voicemail just as he walks off with another woman in his arms.

It’s the first and only time he’ll ever ignore a call from her again, not only because of the guilt that follows, but because she will never call again, he’ll never have the option to take her call, to hear her voice, they will never have that final conversation they both deserved because she is dead. The last thing remaining of her being the two voicemails on his phone, his only remaining emotions guilt, regret and complete devastation.

Emily Prentiss died, and he ignored her final call.

It’s not that she expected things to be the same when she returned from Paris, she knew she hurt him, all of them, but him… him she knew she hurt the most. Because it was him who she cut off, it was him who she cancelled dinner with on numerous occasions, a string of lame excuses she knew he would never believe and it was him who she had loved, it was him who had loved her and it was them that she knew would be the biggest obstacle in her return, it was him she would struggle the most to gain back any sort of relationship with and she knew this from the moment she stepped foot back in the BAU, back into her family, prepared herself for the cold shoulder or harsh words, ready for the arguments and she was willing to fight for them, to fight for what they were just eight months ago.

She didn’t expect things to be the same.

Bu what she also didn’t expect was for him to completely switch, the cold shoulder she was ready for feeling more like ice than a heavy breeze, his harsh words more brutal than everything she ever thought he would direct at her or anyone, and his reluctance to engage with her in any form leaving her hopes for a slow but steady return to what they had been building snapping in half, the arguments she was ready to have to fight for him seeming pointless as he continues to pull away from her and when she overhears his conversation with Dave about a certain brunette he had lunch with, her heart cracks in half and she curses herself for even thinking he would want her back, would want to fight for them, for her and any she realises any hopes she had for them died along side her in that cold hospital room in Bethesda… she thinks maybe things would have worked out better for all of them if she had.

She decides to leave the moment Clyde calls her. Takes the opportunity the second it’s handed to her and the feeling of relief that washes over her when the plane ticket is forwarded to her, is when she accepts that this is her new chapter, that coming back to DC and staying was a mistake, that what was broken when she took herself off to Boston to save them will never mend. It didn’t matter that she did it to keep them safe, the bond they all shared was severed and she never truly felt like she belonged.

She took it upon herself to decline team nights after never feeling a part of it and smiling to herself sadly when it was obvious they did, as she assumed, have a better time without her there, she accepted that her and Aaron were never going to be the same and knew that it had to be her that built that distance, accepting the burden that came with it. The pain in her chest that lingers when she watches him and Beth one that she lives with, one that she knows she has to get away from and as she watches the team at JJ’s wedding, each of them in their own little circle, their laughs echoing around the garden, their smiles bright, her absence unnoticed, she takes herself inside, and confirms her flight, wiping her tears as she reads Clyde’s message.

‘I will pick you up from the airport. Welcome home.’

It’s with a sick feeling that she discovers her home was with them, her home once again somewhere she felt unwelcome, unwanted and alone, and holds back her tears, preparing herself for once again needing to rebuild her life elsewhere because she had ruined the only home she ever had.

The goodbyes felt bittersweet, her need to be somewhere new clashing with her heartbreak over leaving.

She wipes Penelope’s tears as she wishes her good luck, makes promises to visit her as soon as she settles and Emily simply smiles, not allowing herself to believe them.

She holds JJ close as the blonde woman whispers words of love, wishing her the best before smiling, her own tears being held back as she says her goodbyes.

Derek holds her so tight she wonders for a moment if this is the right thing, that if leaving them is what she needs, but then he nods, a small smile on his face and she understands that he agrees with her, that this is good, for her and for them, and she swallows the lump in her throat before smiling back.

Dave kisses both of her cheeks and holds her face, telling her she will do great things and makes her promise to call him once a week, she agrees, all while wondering how long it would be before he simply stopped answering.

Reid cries, his head buried in her neck as he tells her he’ll miss her, that he’ll call her all the time and that he’ll send her books and movies he enjoys, wanting her to enjoy them to. She cups his face, wipes his tears and tells him she can’t wait, that he can call anytime, she knows he won’t.

Aaron simply stands, watching as she says her goodbyes and as she pulls away from Reid, their eyes meet over his shoulder and he looks away, making no attempt to say his farewells and she looks down, clearing her throat before she smiles, looking back at the team.

She can see them watching the car drive down the road, watches as they disburse, each of them moving on from her and she smiles, their family a unit once again.

She boards the plane with a heavy heart, a dull ache in her chest and a feeling in her gut that she tells herself is just nerves, just upset. Her gut tightens as she takes her seat and she has to force herself to breathe, has to close her eyes as fear and some unknown feeling washes over her and she almost stands, almost gets off the plane, but then the doors shut and the lights dim and she forces herself to relax, leaning her head back on the seat as she taps her phone on her leg, pushing down the unknown feeling she’s left with as the plane starts to roll forward on the path. She looks out of the window, watching as the plane speeds down the runaway and as the plane heads off, she closes the shutter, refusing to watch as she leaves D.C behind for the second and final time.

It nags at him for hours, how he didn't say goodbye to her, how he let her leave without so much as a small acknowledgement, how he allowed his love for her to be brought out with hate, with dismissiveness, with anger and betrayal and he hates even more that it didn't even work, that he is still as much in love with her now as he was last year, maybe more so, and that watching her leave again was far too painful, feeling that letting her go without a goodbye would save them the heartache and the inevitable argument they'd been avoiding since her return.

He regrets it the moment the car drives away from Dave's house, regrets it the moment she is gone, it's his regret that has him watch the phone as it rings, her name flashing up along with the picture he'd never had the heart to change, a picture of them just last year, one Jack had taken (albeit badly) of the two of them as they sat on the couch in his apartment, her smile so bright he remembers staring at it for day's, mesmerised by the sight of it, can still here their laughs as the picture was taken. Can still feel the touch of her hand in his and he hates it, hates how close they were to having everything, hates how quickly it was broken... he hates that he hates her almost as much as he loves her, hates that he blames her for ruining them... he hates himself too.

It's easier to ignore the call, than to hear her voice, knowing how heartbroken they both are, knowing that the conversation wont make them feel better, not over the phone. Its easier to hold Beth closer, a woman with no past, with no complications, someone easy and nice. Its easier to be led away by her than to listen to the voicemail, to hear just how hurt she is knowing its his fault, knowing that their goodbye will for now be unsaid, but knowing he will call her, he has to, he loves her, that can not be ignored.

It happens pretty quickly, but also not quick enough.

It's barley been two hours, can still see most of the views even from their height and they're not even out of America when the plane starts to jump. Turbulence, the pilot had said, but it does not relax her at all, not when the flight attendants look at each other with horror, not when the seatbelt sign pings on, and certainly not when the plane jolts so badly it drops almost two feet, and then the oxygen masks fall. It's not even five minuets later when the turbulence turns to complications, that its announced that the pilots can not control the plane, that they are dropping, that this is it, and she laughs, she has to, because of course it ends like this. Of course it does.

There's a woman behind her on the phone to her parents, another on the phone to their wife, one is telling his children he loves them and another is silently saying a prayer, gripping onto the seats for dear life hoping maybe, it will save her.

She stares at her phone in her hand, her contact list full of names, but no one who she thinks she could call right now, no one who she has to say goodbye to, no one who will answer, no one who will care.

His name is the first one that pops into her head, her need to tell him everything overwhelming when she accepts that she is going to die here. now. and she refuses to die with regrets again, refuses to die with the three words she wants him to know more than anything dying with her for the second time and she refuses to regret him, she can’t. she won’t.

The ring tone feels like its screaming down her ear, her stomach in knots as the plane continues to jolt violently, the shouts, screams and cries of those around her almost deafening and she knows he won’t answer, (all of her wishes he would).

Her first voice mail is made out of fear, her voice shaky and soft as she tries to block out the screams of the young girls behind her, the cries of the women who sob for their children.

She runs out of time, and she laughs at herself because, everything she just said was pointless, her heart still filled with regret as it’s not until the plane drops so violently that the sound of the wing falling off sounds like a siren, the he plane starting to drop quickly and sideways that she calls again, this time determined to tell him what she has been meaning to for months, even though she knows how unfair it is.

By the time the voicemail runs out of time, she’s crying, tears falling from her eyes, her last breath more of a whisper as she drops the phone to the ground, places her ID badge in her back pocket, knowing if by some miracle, their bodies are found, someone will find comfort in knowing it’s her. Maybe her mother, maybe her friends she left behind, someone will, she knows that.

A woman grabs her hand and she looks to her left.

“Two women alone, neither of us should die that way.” she says to her and Emily smiles, taking the woman’s hand in her own. “see you on the other side.” she whispers, and it’s the last thing she hears before she’s gone.

It happened pretty quickly. But not quickly enough.

A plane crash is big news on any day, a plane crash with the theory of insider terrorism is even bigger.

It’s reported eighteen minutes after it happened.

The FBI is called twenty two minutes after it happened.

The BAU and Counter Terrorism are brought in twenty eight minutes after it happened.

JJ’s phone rings thirty two minutes after it happens.

Her heart snaps in half thirty four minutes after it happens.

“What was Emily’s flight number?” she asks walking back into the garden, the entire team sat around the table frown at her.

“4403 to London, why?” Reid asks, the woman drops her head, sure she would have dropped to the floor is Will hadn’t been standing next to her.

“Her plane went down. No survivors. The theory is insider terrorism.” she explains sadly.

They find out Emily died thirty seven minutes after it happened.

Aarons heart breaks thirty eight minutes after it happens. His world stops spinning thirty nine minutes after it happened. He remembers her calling him forty minutes after it happened.

“We’re on the case?” Dave asks, already standing when JJ nods. The team following behind him.

“I’ll take Jack home, okay?” Beth says to him, bringing him out of his thoughts and he simply nods, standing, running on auto pilot.

He forgets about the voicemails as soon as he enters the building, fifty four minutes after it happened.

“These are the pictures of all passengers. One of them was in on it. We need to find out who. BAU you’re not here to investigate.. you’re here to rule out one of your own.” a man says as they enter the room, her picture flashes up on the screen and Aaron feels sick, his mind running back to Ian Doyle and Boston and that horrible hospital in Bethesda and … yet this time it’s real. This time she truly is gone.

“Emily Prentiss,” they say, “ex CIA, ex FBI, on her way to run a Interpol office in London.”

“She wasn’t in on this,” Reid says as he stares at her picture.

“That’s what you’re here to rule out.” they say, “Agent Hotchner,” the man looks up, once again snapped from this memories of her, of them. “We’ll talk to you first.”

They rule her out all but immediately, no sign of anything found on the devices of hers they had access to, and the team find themselves more involved with the case as they had thought, access to all files of the passengers, building profiles. Yet all Aaron can stare at is hers, her picture staring right back it him, her eyes so full of life, a picture taken just a year ago when they renewed their badges, there is a look of love in her eyes that he knows was meant for him and it has his stomach turning, with just how quickly everything changed, with so much regret for not fighting for her when he had the change, with so much pain that he once again lost the woman he loved, the woman he once saw forever with, and it was once again his fault.

She was only on the plane because of him.

Only moving to London because of him.

She is only dead because of him.

Just like his mother. Just like Haley. Emily now victim number three of the curse of loving him, of being loved by him, of being hurt because of him.

“Hotch,” Dave says as he taps the man on the shoulder and he clears his throat.

“Yes?” he says, turning to face the older man and the look on his face makes him nauseous, the pain, the heartache, the pity

“We’re done here.” he tells him, “we need to go home. We need to grieve.”

“We need to—”

“Emily is dead, Aaron.” he tells him, “she’s dead.” he says again, finality in his tone, as if he is trying to make him understand. “They’re actively searching for bodies, no luck yet. She’s dead, and we need to go home and we need to accept that. We need to grieve.”

“She… I—”

“I know,” he says sadly, “go home.” the older man tells him and he nods, clearing his throat as he looks to the team, each one of them wiping their tears as they pack their bags, Reid held closely into Morgan’s arms, the genius once again grieving for his friend, his sister, the older man once again grieving his best friend, his partner. JJ takes hold of Garcia’s hand as they head out, the women a duo once again, a space in the middle of them where the love of his life used to stand.

The love of his life he realises sadly as he looks down, because that’s what she was, never a love like it before, never one since. He doesn’t see how their could be.

“I’m sorry for your loss, Agents” a man says as he looks at Aaron, a sad smile on his face before he walks away.

“Go,” Dave says, “I’ll drive.”

“No,” he declines, “I need to be alone.” he tells his oldest friend, and he nods, watching him walk out.

He stares at the nothing as he parks in front of his house, his mind playing moments with her over and over again. He can still hear her laugh, can see her smile, can feel her touch on his skin and he wonders just how long it will be until he forgets.

He never wants to forget.

He walks into his apartment aimlessly, throwing his suit jacket onto the couch as he sighs, his whole body heavy as he grieves for her, not allowing himself to cry, he has no right.. this is his fault.

He remembers how he’d treated her, how cold and hostile he’d been, how cruel… and he wants to be sick, wishes he could take it back, hold her in his arms one more time and tell her he loved her.

It hits him like a harsh slap, when he remembers that he’d not even said goodbye to her, had let her leave without so much as a smile in her direction, had let her go thinking he hated her and he knows that will follow him forever, knows he’ll regret a lot of things, but her, how he’d treated her, he knows is something he’ll never forgive himself for.

The sound of his phone grabs his attention and he sighs, pulling it from his pocket. Beth’s name popping up and he swallows, taking a deep breath before accepting the call.

“Hey,” her voice is soft, light… he wonders why he doesn’t find it soothing. “I took Jack back to my place. Thought you could use the time alone…”

“Thank you,” he tells her, his voice hoarse.

“Do you want to talk?” she asks delicately.

“Tomorrow…” he tells her, “Not now… I can’t right now.”

“Okay,” she says gently, “try and get some rest.”

“I will, bye.” he says and ends the call before she says anymore, unable to even hear the words fall from her mouth.

It’s as he stares at the four notifications on his phone that he remembers.

He remembers watching her name pop up, her picture behind it, he remembers ignoring it, holding another woman closer, he remembers the confusion when she left a voicemail, remembers going to grab it before he was whisked away by Beth.

He remembers she left him a voicemail four hours and eight minutes after it happened.

He listens to them four hours and ten minutes after it happened.

*Hey, its me.” she says, she sounds calm, he notes, and his heart hammers in his chest as he drops to the couch. “I erm..” she pauses, the sound of her taking a breath hitting his ear and he closes his eyes, clenching his jaw. “I… I don’t know why I’m calling…” she laughs and he rolls his lips, the sound of her laughter something he used to love… used to crave. “I guess I was hoping you would answer? I’m not sure what I even would have said if you did.” hatred for himself builds up as he remembers ignoring her call, knowing now why she wanted to talk to him. Knowing now it was his last chance. “I guess I just wanted to tell you that I get it. I understand why you hate me… I understand why you’re distant and I don’t blame you. If the roles were reversed, I don’t know.. maybe I would have acted the same way.” she tells him, but they both know she wouldn’t have. Her actions after Foyet proved that. There’s a loud crash down the phone and he jumps, her heavy breathing sending shivers down her spine and he’s overtaken by horror as he wonders if her death was painful, if she was hurt, he hopes it was instant. That she didn’t feel it. “Funny thing, turns out I got on the wrong plane,” she laughs, finding humour in her situation, and he laughs too, because she always did make him laugh, no mater what was happening. “I… guess I just wanted to talk to you .. but you’re not here so.. Yeah.” she pauses, “don’t let the team grief for too long, okay? Tell them I wouldn’t want that, because I don’t. They grieved for me once, they shouldn’t have to again.” she’s holding back tears now, he knows, can hear it in her voice and it has his chest tightening. “Aaron.. I—” she says, before there’s a loud scream, not from her, but from someone near her, and she gasps a breath, then it’s over, silence on the other end, her voice gone, and he pulls the phone from his ear.

There’s another one, he realises, and he swallows before he clicks it.

“I always thought we were it, you know?” she starts, and he swears his heart stops, his body lunging forward as his eyes widen. “That everything would work out and that we would be.. us, again.” She takes a breath, one of her last, “I understand why we couldn’t be, I understand why you acted the way you did, I do… but I can’t say that it didn’t hurt, it did. I told myself when I got back from Paris, that I would tell you, that I would lay it all on the table and let you decide and I would know, even if it wasn’t the answer I wanted, that you knew, that I told you and that I could get rid of that regret… but I didn’t. And I can’t.. I cant die with this on my chest again. It’s selfish, and it’s cruel and I know you’re with Beth and i know you're happy but,” she takes another breath and he closes his eyes, “I was happier with you.” she says, her voice cracking, “ And it’s not fair, I know, but…” she pauses, he can imagine her closing her eyes, can hear the breath she takes, “Aaron, I love you.” she tells him and he feels his heart crumble to pieces in his chest, can feel the world stop. “I have loved you for… years, I think,” she laughs. “It’s not fair that I’m telling you this now, I know. I get that you hate me and I understand and I’m sorry, I'm sorry that I'm telling you now and not before and I’m sorry I couldn’t be the person you deserve and I’m sorry for… for everything. But I’m not sorry for loving you, I’m not sorry for that year we had together, and I hope you’re not either. I hope that that’s what you remember about me, about us. I hope that’s what you carry with you. I was happier with you, happier than I’ve ever been.” she says, and she’s crying, he knows she is, he is too. “I love you. And I’m sorry.” she tells him once again, and then again, there’s nothing. It’s over.

No more voicemails.

No more her.

No more anything.

He throws his phone at the wall, anger coming out his veins as he shouts, shaking as he stands, grabbing his glass of whiskey, before he throws that too, overwhelmed as he hears her saying I love you again and again.

He drops to the floor with a sob, heartbroken, grief ridden.. broken.

If he’d of answered the phone, he’d of been able to tell her he loves her too. She’d of not died thinking he hated her, she would have died knowing she was loved, by him, by everyone.

If he had been honest with her from the start, she’d still be here, wrapped in his arms.

Emily Prentiss died, and he ignored her final call, and he will never be given the option to tell her that he loves her too.

#hotchniss fic #hotchniss #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner #criminal minds fic

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oh-for-fic-sake · 3 years

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The Deal Pt 2

Masterlist

Summary: Clark take you to august to finish the deal.

Warnings: Adult Situations +18, Smut, Dub Con, BDSM, Toys

A/N: second part to @wolfieash ask which is here

Taglist: in reblog.

Smut below the cut.

"NO IM NOT GOING ! AND YOU CAN FUCK OFF!" You yelled chasing Clark into the living room arms cross and lips pulled into a snarl.

He rolled his eyes at you, you'd been throwing a fit all day.

"Sweetheart, you made a deal, gave him your word... you cant go back on it" he insisted once more trying to convince you.

"Yes I can it was my word! Not yours, I can do what I want!" You huffed blowing some hair out of your face it was hard trying to be serious when your hair seemed to want to stick in your mouth.

"No poppet I'm not letting you break you word , now get dressed we leave in a hour" he said quickly spinning you around pressing you to the bedroom door.

"Fuck you, I'm not going anywhere!" You grunted pulling away from him.

"Tonight love I promise, now go get ready august is expecting us..." he said grinning almost sweetly at you.

"I don't give a flying fuck! I'm not going" you stomped a foot at him finally making his brow twitch, jaw tightening in irritation.

He stood taller and let his frame seem to devour the space on the hall making you shrink, shivering as you watched your sweet fiancé become a great predator. A loin or bear?

"Sweetheart enough! Now go get dressed...I laid out your outfit" he ground out severely finally having enough. A deal was a deal... and he wanted your ass!

"Out fit? What outfit-OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!?" You cried entering your room seeing the shear fabric

"That? Its a little body stocking~" Clark said leaning on the door frame arms crossed wearing a huge grin.

"IM NOT WEARING A FUCKING BODYSTOCKING!"

"Well I would if I were you because if not there will be images of your naked ass being flown about on the front pages tomorrow~" he quipped with a smirk.

"Yo-you wouldn't dare!" You said voice loosing its bite as he stared at you.

"Wouldn't I? I mean come on love anal's on the line~" he teased and moved up behind you and slapped your bottom hard enough to make you yip and jerk away.

"Now hop to it... You've got 50 minuets~" he called over his shoulder as he exited the room.

In the end Clarks threat of having you mooney metropolis was too much of a threat and you'd showered and slipped into the body stocking...

But you didn't shave! If they were gonna push through with your whole sex for silence deal then they would live with the consequences! No bare pussy for either of them!

Fuck'em.... or don't? Which was preferable

It wasn't that you didn't enjoy it, it was that you did... a little more then you should have! It frightened you the way you'd enjoyed being used and fought over.

"Oh come on why the long face angel?" August hummed as he opened the glass doors on his rooftop home, the penthouse was shiny sleek and as dark as the man himself.

"Fuck off august!" you grumbled walking right passed him as soon as Clark put you down

"Oh such a foul mouth! We will have to teach you some manners~" the agent quipped as you entered the bare but masculine space, everything was harsh lines and fucked up art pieces of splotching blocky shades of black, red and deep violet.

"Yes she's very snippy today... has been all week, pouting" Clark huffed shrugging. Taking the offered crystal glass with amber liquid.

"Ah we have a brat on our hands then?" August chuckled and walked through the home quickly snagging one of your elbows and directed you to the playroom, not wasting any time.

"Yeah, she doesn't want me to fuck her ass" Clark summarized with a shrug.

"Aww Why not sweety? You loved me fucking your ass? You cried and withered moaning so beautifully~" august hummed into your ear as he pressed you over the threshold into a large windowless room, strip lighting igniting the room in a light red. The devils den so to speak.

"Sh-shut up you prick" you snarled.

Augusts reply was a tsk and he pressed you over to a padded sawhorse and looked to Clark nodding to the ankle and wrist cuffs.

Clark breezed past him quickly securing you down making you curse him, but by this point it was a formality as you had already soaked yourself through.

"Oh would you look at that? Our little brat is eager~" august said with a chuckle and a warm hand probed you lightly making you jolt and try to squirm away.

"Yes I know, she likes denying herself, its strange she knows we will win but Continues to fight?" He said coming around your side ghosting his fingers over your ribs making you shudder.

"Well lets not waste time shall we? I have a few things out ready but first lets get this fitted shall we?" August said menacingly walking around you brandishing a very large O ring gag.

"After all if she's going to throw a tantrum I don't trust her not to bite" he uttered moving towards you.

"I've never thought of using one of those before... it wont hurt her will it?"

"Only her pride Clark trust me even she needs a... dressing down every once in a while" august reassured him.

Your eyes grew wide as the agent approached with the large gag that looked both threatening and enticing, things had been kinky with august but you hadn't ever gone this far into bdsm before. You were scared and still fighting but not as hard? You were curious and being dominated by them last week had... changed you. It had been thrilling to be so out of control.

"Should we... give her a signal or something? Incase it gets to much?" Clark quizzed, he was still all for it but wanted to be mindful of you. He didn't want to hurt you.

"Trust me she's going to love it, but in the case of something going wrong" august directed his attention to you befo4e continuing.

"There is a small desk bell one the inside of the left leg on the saw horse... if thing get too much hit it three times fast and we will get you down" he said seriously.

You frowned as his gaze bored into you, for a second you believed you saw actual concern in his eyes.

It unsettled you, August couldn't really have any feelings towards you could he? I mean this was blackmail!

You nodded quickly to him letting him know you understood.

Then just like that August was haughty again and quickly fixed the gag in your mouth, setting your teeth in the small grooves that was semi comfortable.

"Shes ready when you are~" the agent hummed and stood back.

Clark darted behind you and helped himself to you and august disappeared from sight.

You moaned into the room as your fiancé roamed your folds as if exploring them for the first time.

He was rougher then usual prodding and impaling you fast and hard before slowing and drawing your own arousal over your presented ass.

You withered as Clark used you body, pressing you higher and higher making you teeter on then edge then back away letting you calm down only to work you up again.

"I thought we could... try something... a little bonus for all of us tonight~" you heard august but couldn't see him.

"I'm listening" Clark said as he plunged his fingers back into you harder throwing off your concentration making you cry out.

"I have this" you tried seeing what August had but was too preoccupied with the maddening strokes of clark's fingers as he pounded away at your g-spot forcing you to try and rock on him chasing a high he had already cruely denied you twice.

"What even is that thing?" Cark said not paying attention to you as your body twisted and pulled trying to cum like a desperate whore.

"Here ill show you~" august said and Clarks fingers disappeared from you making you cry out and moan, your pussy tried holding him but it was to drenched to actually grip him.

Then something was pressed into you, large wide and very short.

"Oh-oh fuck?!AH!" You yelped awkwardly around the gag as the toy settled, curved forward and down pressing on your gspot without being held. There was a large flat expanse resting outside of you to, the toy curved in a large C shape.

"Does that go up her?"

"No no, we just pop her little clit in here~ and press the button!" You jerked as august moved you, thick fingers prodding your clit and sat the engorged nub into a small round dip and pressed a button.

You squealed tensing all at once as you felt a suction on your clit and roared.

"Holy shit?" Clark said in awe watching as you keened and tried throwing you weight around on the toy that was held in place by your muscles clenching to it so tightly... It was bittersweet in a way, your own body holding the sweet torturous device on your clit.

"And it gets better, press that one" you hear a small click and arched moaning out as the egg like shape inside of you came to life vibrating against your insides.

Clark watched entranced as you withered this is what he'd been missing out on? Fuck!

August darted around you and strokes you hair watching as Clark stripped behind you unable to wait any longer as you thrashed about trying to rock into the toy.

"Shh shh thats a girl, now deep breath your wonderboy may be a little too enthusiastic if your doing all that squirming~"

You froze feeling Clark poise himself at your well lubed ass then grunted as he thrust forward splitting you open.

Clark hissed and moaned loudly as the vibrating egg not only made you quiver and tense around him already threatening to flood the place but it also rubbed his cock as he rutted you.

"Oh fuck- thats amazing! I cant- I shit babe!?" Clark didn't wait he immediately began pounding in to the tight quivering body before him.

August chuckled once more before releasing his own belt buckle. Not wanting to let your wails and monas go to waste.

They would work wonders on his cock, offering the sweetest of releases as you screamed onto his cock as he lodged it into your throat.

August was never into men, but he could develop a thing for corrupting this huge perfect man.

For now August would let you and Clark think you were in control of the deal. Let this one final night play out.

But the seed was sewn and before long he knew Superman would return wanting to explore more and more of this little sex dungeon. And then he will strike another deal.

Because August wasn't opposed to making a little compromise to get decent pussy. If he had to share with Supes so be it, it looked like he could teach the kid a thing or two and he would gladly, because he had many more toys to tease you both with~

If things went to plan he'd have not one but two desperate little subs. And he couldn't wait!

#henry cavill #clark kent imagine #august walker x reader #clark kent smut #august walker smut #superman smut #superman imagine

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araveninthedarknight · 8 months

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brooookkkkeee please bless me with a Shibaman fluffy fic that takes place in the rain. Like maybe he gets caught in the rain or something and the reader shares her umbrella. She is from daruma (or whatever sword group you feel most comfortable with except for white rascals). A bunch of guys try to fight Shiba during their walk but they recognize the reader and flee in terror.

I use she but you can use whatever pronouns you feel comfortable writing. Thank you for opening requests ^-^)/♡

Of course my dearest leader (iykyk) I sall write you with one of your favorite boos UwU, hopefully this is ok, i had to restart because my laptop glitched wich is a bummer cus I was in sappy mode.

Warnings: Some swearing, slight mentions of fights, mostly tooth rotting fluffy cotton candy with darling Shibaman.

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Shibaman had been out and about all day, numerous errands had been done and now he was starting to feel a little tired, he decided to stop at an old bench that was once part of a bus stop, taking a rest was his best bet, only a few minuets he had promised himself.

The cool night air created a delicious burn in his lungs after many hot stuffy hours at Oya and various other places he had visited. His head rested back, eyes closed as he took in the crisp air, a faint breez sweeping across his face. The quiet was nice, and he had been glad to not need a jacket that day. It felt free for him. He felt himself doing an internal reset, one he had much needed and not even really known. Everything seemed to be going his way until the skies opened up and a downpour pelted him with hard crystal like rain, he had not seen that in the weather forecast today and he let out an annoyed sigh, now he was soaked and going to get cold fast. He saw the falling appart bush shelter that was unused, and went under it, the rain only drizzling in the enclosed space, keeping him from getting any more soaked in rain.

A few block away, Jay was walking out of a restaurant where she just picked up something to eat for dinner, she had had a long day at Daruma and was ready to unwind for a bit. The rain that greeted her made her smile, she had always loved it and decided that she would not be bothered by it ever even in unexpected times like this. She put her umbrella up, stepping into the col and rainy night air with her bag of food in hand, unknowingly walking to where her next great adventure would await her. She was in for a surprise and a half when the six foot tall teen would capture her heart.

As she approached the old run down bus stop, a smile on her face as the pitter patter of rain on the umbrella sounded, she saw a tall figure, soaked from head to toe and almost looking to be lost or maybe just having had a rough day. whoever it was didn't have a jacket and that was never a good thing.

"Are you alright sir?" Jay asked, her eyes falling on someone who seemed close in age to her and he looked almost like she had seen him somewhere.

"Im ok, just got caught in the rain that came out of nowhere." Shibaman chuckles, not hiding the fact that he was soaked to the bone on raindrops. "Well come with me, we can share my umbrella and I can walk you to where you need to go, I can't let you stay out here all night and get sick waiting for the rain to stop." Her voice was a melody to him, and he felt compelled to take her offer, so he did, standing under the umbrella with her, trying to hold it for her so neither was pelted with the rain. "Thank you for getting me out of the rain, Im Shibaman." The smile on his face was genuine and could melt even an ice heart, Jay decided. "Im Jay, nice to meet you Shibaman. Where are you going to?" She asked "Just Oya." He mutters, hoping not to frighten her, he had yet to realize she was from Daruma and was anything but skittish. "Alright, sounds good." With that they walked twards Oya, only to be stopped by thugs from a riaval school gang getting ready to attack the Oya student. Jay steps from the sheild of the umbrella and shouts at the new faces, not afraid to scare them off, "OI,Get lost you pieces of shit."

The guys facing her pale when they realize who they messed with, running off and leaving Shibaman confused and Jay going back to him, "That should keep them away." As they arrive later at Oya, Shibaman lets out an almost sad sigh, not ready to leave this lovley energy he had been talking with for thirty minuets, "Thank you again for bailing my ass out." "No worries big guy. Say, you wanna go out for dinner some time?" She asks, a small smirk dancing across her features.

"I would love to ms. Jay." The young boy nods, confirming with her he would meet her again, exchanging contact info before leaving inside of Oya and leaving Jay a lovesick mess, even though she knew Daruma would have a field day giving her shit, all that she cared about was now she loved the rain even more.

A/N: I hope this was alright Rain! thank you again for being my second request and for just being an all around amazing friend. <3

#high and low the worst #high and low the wosrt x cross #high and low shibaman #request #fanfic #high and low fanfic

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some-dr-writings · 3 years

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Korekiyo, Ryoma, Kazuichi, and Gundham’s S/O steals their clothes

Korekiyo Shinguji:

· Given the man traveled a lot for his work he kept some of his clothes at your place. It was just convenient should your apartment be closer to where he was working than his own home, it also made for a lovely excuse to come see you.

· After double checking everything was prepared at the excavation site one last time and several day long train rides he was finally back in town. The sun still hung high in the sky, its warmth being carried along by the summer breeze. Kiyo felt exhausted. Though it was a perfect day to go for a stroll through the city or an adventure through a park, all he wanted was to collapse on the bed or couch with you in his arms. So he went trudging through the city, the sounds of idle chatter passing by enough to keep his attention so he wouldn’t zone out completely and lose his way, simply walking on and on.

· Normally he’d warn you of his arrival with a quick text but that slipped his mind. Slipping the key into the lock, then turning it, hearing that distinctive, familiar click sound he was reminded he was home. As much as he loved work, it was nice to just lounge around and relax, to not think of anything beyond what to cook for dinner or what to do with you for a date. “Greetings Y/N.”

· Slowly he went about placing things away, tossing some clothes into the laundry, and taking a nice long shower. By the time he was finished with everything he was slightly perplexed noticing you were still absent. “Perhaps work is keeping them?” Though unlikely it was a possibility. He decided to wait for you at the balcony, surprise you with a wave from on high as you returned home. Upon opening the glass slider door he finally noticed you, sprawled across the outdoor lounge chair, his hat perched atop your head, shading your eyes as you peacefully napped. “… so cute.” He couldn’t hold in that light chuckle seeing you there when moments prior he thought you were gone. Seemed he was more tired than he thought. “Hmm… Kiyo?” “Ah! I apologize, go back to sleep. Don’t mine me.” He tried stifling a yawn, but you still caught it. Slowly you sat up, then took his arm, laying back down, taking him with you. Laying on your sides, faces only millimeters apart you took off his hat placing it over both your eyes. So a nap in the sun was it? That sounded perfect and before he had even realized it, Kiyo had already fallen fast asleep.

Ryoma Hoshi:

· It was your favorite game. At first Ryoma didn’t play along but once he realized what you were doing, he’d indulge you. Now this game, you needed to go about it tactfully, if you played too often Ryome would be prepared all the time and you wouldn’t even get a chance to start, so no matter how often you wanted to play, you had to keep it to a minimum.

· It was an awful summer day like any other, hot, humid, sticky. The air conditioning broke, AGAIN and the Super High School Level Mechanic was busy fixing other air conditioners, and no one was going to allow Miu around those things again after how she had… “improved” them last time so you and Ryoma were sprawled across the floor in your dorm room both trying to cool the other off with some paper fans you had made. You groaned, flipping over and pulling at the collar of your tank top, even the thin fabric of your top feeling suffocating. Hearing a sign escape our partner drew your attention to him. You had no idea how he could still wear that beanie even in this insufferable heat. You were genuinely worried that with it on it would send your boyfriend’s body over the edge and succumb to heat stroke.

· And the game began.

· With the hat clutched between your fingers you dashed through the door, almost knocking it off its hinges and sending it crashing into the wall with a loud clattering sound, there was even enough force to send it bouncing off the wall, closing itself in the process. You almost tripped over yourself, your feet either getting stubbed on the ground or getting caught on your legs several times as you ran, almost falling onto the steaming stone ground. You threw yourself onto the field desperate to save your burning feet. Then you saw it, that blur, and the moment you caught it in the corner of your eye you immediately threw your hand in the air, keeping the beanie out of Ryoma’s reach. Sure this game of ‘capture the flag’ was not the greatest game for such a miserable day, but the moment you thought of taking his hat off you bolted with it as if instinctively.

· For several minuets this continued till Ryoma finally got the upper hand and took his hat back. Normally your game would last much longer, but the pair of you were already exhausted and out of breath. Ryoma was about to place his hat back on till he abruptly stopped. “You’re right. I shouldn’t be wearing this today.” Instead, he used it to wipe some sweat off his brow as the pair of you made some light chatter, considering going to the school cafeteria and seeing if you could get some bags of ice there.

· “… Race you there!” Ryoma simply shook his head with a smile chasing after you. Only you of all people could manage to be antsy on a day like this, but no matter how awful the day, he was with you, which made it a little bit better.

Kazuichi Soda:

· A sigh escaped you as you glanced out the window, seeing how the snow just kept pilling and pilling. You wondered how much longer this dreaded snowstorm was going to last, with the wind crashing and thrashing about, knocking over near by trees and the like. It scared you honestly, the though of some tree just collapsing through the roof or a large branch to pierce through a window and knocking over a wall in the process. Leaning back in your seat something caught your eye. How your husband could manage to sleep even in this racket was something you could never figure out even after years together. As a yawn escaped your lips you wished you could lull off to a restful slumber like him, but it was just too loud.

· With a stretch you stood up, opting to find something to occupy yourself with other than looking out the window. Taking Kazuichi’s beanie from the end of the bed, you place it on, leaving the room.

· Now… what to do during a power outage… without heat… With the snow covering the windows the house was almost pitch black. One could still see due to some soft light, but certainly not enough to read. Sure, you could do whatever on your phone, but you wanted to keep that in case of an emergency.

· Suddenly you heard a giddy giggle as heavy, warm blankets, as well as a pair of arms were wrapped around you. “I thought you were asleep?” “How can I sleep when you’re gone.” There was a whimper or a wine in the man’s voice as he hugged you tighter. “And what are you doing looking so cute with my stolen hat out here and not our room?” “… You’ve seen me wear your hat a thousand time over, you don’t have to say I’m cute every time. Besides wouldn’t you be used to the sight by now?” “Excuse me, but your cuteness is ever lasting and something I can never ‘just get used to’. Now please come back to the bedroom. It’s lonely without you.”

· You hugged him, nuzzling into his embrace, adoring how firm his hug was and how warm you felt. “Okay, okay, I’ll come back.” Lifting you off your feet he carried you back, trying to remember if the pair of you had any card or board games stashed somewhere to occupy the time.

Gundham Tanaka:

· Gundham awoke with a groan that freezing winter’s morning, his whole body stiff and felt to be on the verge of collapsing. And he felt so heavy. Was the weighted blanket atop him? He couldn’t remember whether or not you placed it on the bed the night prior. Though his mind seemed to be fogged and his ears muffled he could still clearly hear his own heavy breathing and slightly racing heartbeat. Shakily he sat up and looked to the alarm clock that sat perched atop the headstand of the bed. “… How could time escape… escape me so.” Somehow it seemed he got up too quickly, the world seeming to twist, turn and spin in an attempt to knock him to the floor. As he laid back down, desperate for balance he kept thinking of the time, eleven o’ four, almost noon, how could he have slept in so long? “e-even should a curse have b-been place… upon my being…” A cough erupted from him interrupting that sentence.

· “M-my Emperor… stay back, this… I don’t wish this curse upon you too.” Short of breath he staggered to the bathroom. He leaned against the sink for a moment before washing his face with freezing water, hoping the shock of the chill would at least somewhat make him more alert. He examined himself finding every feature of his simply looked awful and exhausted. No matter how he tried he couldn’t disguise it, not wanting his creatures to see he was weakened. Running his hands through his hair he noticed something glinting in it. He was so completely confused till he realized it was just his engagement ring. He realized just how bad this illness was for him to forget about THAT of all things!

· Flopping back onto the bed he noticed other things he very much should have sooner. Firstly you were gone, for a moment he panicked, you were always still asleep by his side when he awoke- but… it was the afternoon not daybreak, of course you were gone, probably at work or something. The other was his scarf being missing. His Devas lived in the thing and both his companions and their home was missing. Where were they? He searched and searched but no matter where he looked around the house he could not find any sign of them. It was extremely unlike them to wander far so where were they? Where did they go!? Were they alright!? Did they go outside into the snow!? It’s snowing right now! Where they buried out there!? But why would they go out there in the first place!? But what if they did!? They’d be freezing to death they-

· “Gundham?” That voice! That soft, sweet, concerned tone- “Gundham! What are you doing up, you need bed rest!” You were already by his side, huddled close. You showed Gundham your hand before slowly placing it on his forehead as to not surprise him, fearing that when sickened he was possibly more sensitive to touch. He had improved a lot in being okay with you touching him, but it was something you were extra weary of in the moment. However, you instead were the one caught off guard, Gundham hugging you. “The Devas, they-” But then he immediately backed up, looking affright. “M-my Emperor! Stay back, this curse-” “Hey, hey, it’s okay. We got you some medicine, just get back to bed, and I’ll make you some food.” Before Gundham could speak more you took off something you were wearing, wrapping it around his neck, quickly dusting off the snow that had collected on it. He trembled, relief overwhelming him feeling all of the Zodiac generals scurrying about in the scarf. “Oh dear, you’re paler than before.” You gently coaxed him back to the bedroom.

· He simply huddled in bed, holding his dear Generals and their home close. He just barely noticed the creaking of the door, seeing you have come back with a hot soup. “How are you feeling? Is the medicine helping?” Gundham simply stared up to you, his eyes half lidded and watery. He just looked so dazed and exhausted. He reached out, taking one of your hands into both of his own, holding you close. A chill ran down your spine feeling his hot breath against your skin. “… Y/N, please stay… a-and don’t catch this curse either” His eyes fluttered shut as he so tenderly kissed the back of you hand and palm. “never disappear again… don’t... scare me… please… i… need you… now and forever… I love you…” Still clutching you close he finally allowed himself to drift off, knowing all he loved was safe.

· And you were left feeling flustered, that heat radiating from your cheeks. You didn’t think Gundham could be this unabashedly, and directly lovey-dovey with you. Being sick just knocked down certain sensibilities of his you supposed. “Of course… I am going to promise ‘in sickness and in health’ not long from now, aren’t I?” You laid beside him, giving a kiss to his forehead, gaining a soft, content hum from him.

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