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The Ring

tenth doctor x f!reader

Summary: In which the only way for you and the Doctor to get out of this one is a fake marriage. But how fake is it really?

You keeled over, your breath coming out in short pants. You weren't as good at this running thing as the Doctor was.

Sensing you weren’t behind him, the Doctor turned to check on you. You threw your thumb up, signaling that you were okay. You didn’t like the Doctor worrying about you.

“I’m sure we’ve lost them for now,” he assured, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck. It was a nervous tick that he had.

“What are we going to do?” You asked once you had caught your breath. You allowed your legs to fold underneath you, sitting in the grass. The Doctor crouched down next to you.

It was supposed to be a nice vacation, a break from the hustle and bustle of time traveling. You had explicitly asked for a relaxing trip, one where you didn’t have to save the world or run for your life. You should have known that was never how it was with the Doctor.

Everything was fine at first. The alien town the Doctor had selected for your trip was throwing an elaborate festival. You were more than happy to partake in the dancing and sample the foreign foods. What you failed to notice was the ritual behind the festival. The village selected an unmarried woman each year to sacrifice to their gods. In retrospect, it wasn’t the weirdest ritual you had encountered over the years. What made it so uncomfortable was the fact they had selected you.

“I would rather not be a blood sacrifice,” you admitted, pushing your wayward hair out of your face.

“I won’t let that happen,” The Doctor said seriously, taking your hand gently. He had the duty of care, something that he didn’t take lightly.

“I’m not sure how much good we are against a whole village of bloodthirsty aliens,” you laughed, burying your head in your hands. You should have been scared, upset even. Instead, you found the whole thing funny. You supposed that was a side effect of traveling with the Doctor. Everything could always be worse, and everything in front of you could always be funny. You just had to frame it the right way.

“I have an idea,” the Doctor murmured. You looked up at him, confused. He only whispered things when he knew you wouldn’t like them.

“They only want to sacrifice you because you’re unmarried,” he stated. You stared at him, unsure of the point he was trying to make.

He groaned, running a hand down his face in frustration.

“I’m gonna need you to spell this one out for me,” you laughed lightly.

The Doctor swallowed anxiously, his Adam’s apple bobbing aggressively. “We could get married,” he said matter-of-factly, with the same tone he used to ask if you wanted tea or coffee in the morning.

“What?” you asked, wide-eyed. The Doctor swallowed again, his eyes diverting from yours.

You loved the Doctor, in every sense of the word. He was your home, your comfort. He was everything and more to you. But he only loved you as a friend, and you were more than willing to accept that love. It was better to love him like this than not at all.

“They can’t sacrifice you if we get married.”

“No, I got that part,” you rushed out, waving your hands about anxiously.

“You,” you sighed, pausing before continuing, “marry me?”

“To save your life, yes,” the Doctor said like it was the simplest thing in the world. He would walk to the ends of the universe for you. He had.

“Can we do that?” you laughed, squeezing your eyes shut. The whole thing felt too good to be true.

“I can’t think of anyone else I would rather fake-marry,” he smiled, taking your hands in his again.

You grinned, the smile taking over your whole face. The Doctor loved it when you smiled like that. He loved it even more when he made you smile like that.

“Let’s get fake married!” you laughed, jumping up from the grass. The Doctor nodded in agreement, standing up next to you.

“How exactly…” you trailed off. “Are we going to get fake married?” The Doctor had a habit of making plans without a way to execute them.

It wasn’t like you could just walk into the village church and get married. You certainly couldn’t go back to the TARDIS, or that would have been the plan before suggesting a falsified marriage.

“There was a little cottage on the outskirts of town, we can hope that there’s an inhabitant there who can serve as a witness?” He suggested.

You couldn’t come up with a better idea so you agreed, following the Doctor as he walked off into the distance.

You tried not to read too much into the whole marriage thing. The Doctor was doing it to save your life, nothing more. Still, the mere idea of it left your skin tingling and your heart racing.

You were so lost in thought you hardly noticed the cottage creeping up on you until you were standing on the front steps.

The Doctor rapped his knuckles against the wood softly before stepping back. You waited in silence for a few moments. You could hear the blood pumping in your ears. What if this didn’t work?

The door flung open, revealing an old woman.

“What do you want?” She barked, clearly disturbed by the visit.

The Doctor cleared his throat, searching for his words. You frowned, he usually didn’t have any trouble talking to strangers.

“This is a bit of a strange request,” he laughed lightly, his hand drifting towards the back of his neck subconsciously.

“Spit it out, young man.”

You bit back a giggle. The Doctor was far from young, even if this face was youthful.

“We need a witness for our wedding,” he rushed, his words coming out in hurried clusters.

The woman remained silent for a moment, her eyes darting between the two of you. You could see hundreds of questions forming in her mind before she shook them away.

“I don’t want to know,” she murmured as she opened the door.

You exchanged a look of relief with the Time Lord before following her inside.

She bustled about her cottage, sorting things out while the two of you fiddled anxiously in the corner.

“Well, let's get on with it,” she finally sighed.

The Doctor nodded timidly, holding out his hand for you to take. You slipped your hand into his, your fingers interlocking instantaneously. You had held hands hundreds of times, yet it felt different.

With his other hand, the Doctor rifled about in the pockets of his coat. You frowned, wondering what could possibly be in there. Did he really need a jammy dodger from the depths of his pocket right now? Finally, his hand slipped out of the pocket holding two silver rings.

“Why, on Earth, are you carrying around wedding bands?” you laughed. He only shrugged, handing the simple rings over to the old woman. She examined the objects in her hand wistfully, turning them over in her hand.

“I can’t say I’m a professional at this,” she warned. It didn’t really matter to either of you.

The Doctor took your other hand in his, standing face-to-face with you. You laughed at the domesticity of it.

“Do you,” the woman paused, looking at the Doctor.

“John Smith,” The Doctor smiled. You shook your head at his fake name. You had told him hundreds of times that he should change it. No one was really named John Smith, that's the kind of name you only ever found in books.

“Alright,” the woman said, not even blinking. “Do you, John Smith, take this woman to love and hold blah, blah, blah?” She finished, looking back to the Doctor. He wasn’t even looking at her. His eyes were glued to you, studying every single aspect of your face. He never wanted to forget this moment. From your end of things, you were left with a sickly feeling that you had food on your face.

“I do,” He smiled brightly.

“And you?” she turned to you, repeating the process.

“Absolutely,” you grinned.

The woman handed you each a ring, which you placed on the other’s hand. You noted the slight shake in the Doctor’s hands as he slipped the silver band onto your finger.

You had always wanted to get married. Sure, you never imagined it like this. Standing in some random cottage in a pair of worn-out jeans exchanging wedding bands in order to save your life was never your plan. Even still, you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

“You may kiss the bride,” The old woman chided, looking at you two disapprovingly. You were so busy looking into the Doctor’s eyes that you completely forgot about the whole kissing part of getting married.

A scarlet flush overtook your face, but the Doctor pretended not to notice. Instead, he cupped your face in his hands gently, angling it upwards towards his. Slowly, he dipped his way down until his lips were inches away from yours.

You could feel his breath on your mouth, you noted each and every twitch of his lips. Your eyes fluttered closed as he eliminated the gap, his mouth crashing into yours.

He very well could have given you a chaste kiss, the kind you give your gran on Christmas Eve. Instead, he kissed you like his life depended on it. Like he had been thinking about kissing you for eons.

His mouth fit against yours perfectly. There was no other way to describe it.

He pulled away slowly, leaving you stunned and breathless. Your eyes remained closed for a moment, taking it all in. When they finally opened, you saw him. Your Doctor. The impossible, magnificent, loving creature in front of you. It was foolish to claim that such a being was yours alone, but you couldn’t see it any other way.

“Congratulations,” the old woman smiled, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Thank you,” you smiled meekly, pushing your hair out of your face.

You didn’t keep the ring on long. A few days after your wedding it came off with the rest of your jewelry before bed. You just never put it back on. It was a fake wedding after all.

That didn’t mean that you threw it away though. Quite the opposite. The ring sat on your bedside table, occasionally glimmering in the light.

Sometimes, you would run your fingers over it before bed. You relished the idea of it all. The memory of his hands holding yours, the feeling of his lips on yours. It haunted you.

The Doctor, however, never took it off. Not after the wedding. Not before bed. Not when he fiddled with the wires under the TARDIS console.

You noticed this one evening, the dimmed lights of the control room catching on the polished metal.

“Why do you still wear that?” you asked, gesturing to the Doctor’s left hand. His eyes traveled to the band on his finger that he had been idly spinning.

“It’s my wedding band,” he shrugged as if it was as simple as that.

“I’m not sure you can call it that,” you laughed, “I’m not even sure our wedding was legal.”

“It doesn’t have to be,” he frowned, still looking at the ring.

“I can take it off if it bothers you,” he suggested. He didn’t want to take it off, not ever. But if you wanted him to, he would.

“It doesn’t,” you whispered, staring at the space where your own ring used to be. The feeling of his lips came back to you, and you had to push it to the side.

“Did it mean nothing to you?” He asked, his voice hardly above a whisper. If you hadn’t been listening you might have missed it.

“Not at all,” you said, refusing to meet his eyes.

“You don’t wear yours,” he commented, taking your left hand in his. You stared at your interlocked hands, not trusting yourself to meet his eye.

“You married me to save my life,” you stated.

“And?”

“It was a fake marriage.”

“Not to me,” he whispered, running his thumb over the back of your hand. Your eyes drifted up to his face. He was looking at your hand with a pained expression. For the first time, it occurred to you that perhaps the absence of your ring was upsetting to him. For so long, you had assumed that he just wanted to forget the whole thing.

“I love you,” he whispered, “I always wanted you to be my wife.”

You didn’t know what to say. For a minute, you hardly believed the words coming from his mouth.

“I always wanted you to be my husband,” you whispered, leaning in towards him. You paused, your breath bouncing off of his lips. It reminded you of your first kiss, the familiarity of it shocking.

You learned in and kissed him gently, a tender kiss to test the waters. You pulled away, unsure if this was what he wanted. The Doctor gripped your face, crashing his lips against yours in a much more urgent matter. You smiled against his mouth, melting into the kiss.

“My wife,” he chuckled between the kisses he planted all over your face.

“My husband.”

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"You know a ship is good when they have a scene where the character A is smiling and admiring character B while character B is looking away" GAY ASS MFS I miss them sm actually I need to see their gay asses ASAP

Todoroki is fucking smiling 🥺😭💙

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AND THE CROWD CHEERS!! TSU IS FINALLY AWAKE !! So good my bae LIKE SO CUTE OMG hope they can finally talk as three in the next one😣

Back to you | TsuShibaRoki (part4)

Prompts: DAY 18 - too weak to move @febuwhump Characters: Tsuji x Shibaman x Todoroki Fandom: High and Low Summary: deep silence

A/n for prompts: Hello guys! This is my first time trying a prompt challenge. I hope you like the short fics I wrote. I will finish them by writing some of the requests I have. I love you 💜

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: mention of fights, mention of fights and injuries, mention of violence

part1 part2 part3

Two beds, a chair between the beds. And deep silence.

Todoroki took off his glasses and put them in his pocket. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the time on his watch. It was already late night. His two friends were still sleeping.

Tsuji still hadn't woken up, while Shibaman had gone back to sleep because of the medications.

Todoroki wanted to hit his head against the wall. The voice inside his mind did not remain silent. He had a headache. But he thought he deserved it. It should have hurt him at least a little.

He didn't know how many times he apologized to Shiba. When it came to these two, he didn't care about his pride or what people thought. He loved them. He cared about them. And he wasn't afraid to show them his weakness.

Shiba had said many times that it wasn't his fault. But Todoroki didn't believe it. He saw himself as the only guilty one.

He sighed deeply, stood up and covered Shiba. When he turned to the other bed he closed his eyes to see that the “annoying” one was still asleep.

The doctor said they were both fine. They were just tired and sleeping. But Todoroki couldn't help but worry

He looked at Tsuji's messy hair and gently caressed it.

"I am sorry."

He said it again. Perhaps there wasn't a single moment throughout the day when he didn't feel guilty.

“But I will make them pay. Don't worry, they can't hurt you and go around.”

After covering Tsuji too, he headed for the door. But before he could open the door, a cough was heard. When Todoroki turned around and saw that Tsuji was awake, he excitedly went to his bed.

“Tsuji!”

The boy who had just woken up coughed a little. He slowly opened his eyes again and smiled

“I'm glad you're here.”

Todoroki looked at him in surprise. He looked sincere. He was trying to smile.

Tsuji was too weak to move. His wounds were still hurting and he had no energy. But he wanted to smile for him. He had a friendly smile instead of his usual “annoying” smile

Todoroki shook his head and spoke hesitantly.

“Of course I'll be here. Why shouldn't I be?”

Tsuji's face turned serious. He closed his eyes and opened them again.

“We thought you would be angry with us”

“What?!” Todoroki realized that he was too loud and lowered his voice. “Why should I be angry with you? You're the one who should be angry! Because of me-"

"No." Tsuji countered. “It wasn't because of you. It wasn't your fault. They attacked us because we-“ Tsuji paused. He wasn't sure if he should finish the sentence.

“Because you are my friend.”

Todoroki finished his sentence for him. Because they were his friends. Because they were the only people who loved him and whom he loved...

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The olive theory

the olive(well chocolate) theory with Tsukasa Takajo

Note: sorry for not uploading for like a 2 months 😭 tho I am alive now dw and sorry if its a bit short:))

Tsukasa hated chocolates, at first he didn't mind the taste of it but now he didn't like it all, he hated the it tasted, the texture of it he hated it, everytime he received for an occasion or an event he would just force himself to smile gratefully at the one who gave it but after that he gives to his friend.

You love chocolates, you love anything sweet really but you would pick chocolate over any candy if you were given the chance, your sweet tooth is always happy and satisfied when you eat chocolates. Your friends would always give you their chocolates if you're down or not in the mood since the sweet treat would always make you happy.

At your first date with Tsukasa he made it clearly that he didn't like chocolate and that made you sad a bit, you really liked him but you don't want to just give up something that really makes happy when you're sad for a boy, though thinking that it woudnt work, and Tsukasa, not willing to give you up, made it work.

Even though Tsukasa knew he didn't like chocolate, he tolerated it for you. He would buy you chocolates when he is at the convenience or at the grocery, bring you chocolate treats or drinks from a bakery, and give you the chocolates that were given to him.

In the pool side at Oya, Shiba brought chocolate cupcakes that his sister baked for everyone. You excitedly got yours and ate it while complimenting Shiba's sister, while Tsukasa only looked at the treat with disinterest and gave his cupcake to you, to which you happily received and ate.

The other boys could only look at Tsukasa with confusion, as they swore they always saw Tsukasa buying chocolates flavoured foods or drinks, but now the said boy seem to not like it one bit.

"Why does he buy chocolates if he doesn't seem to like it?" Tsuji asked quietly, making sure that the blonde boy wouldn't be able to hear them. He looked at his boyfriends for answers, but Todoroki coudnt careless and was just eating the treat quietly while Shiba was also confused.

This also caught the attention of the other and questioned it amongst themselves. When they had enough of questions, they turned to Fujio, who was just loudly enjoying the cupcake and not really listening to the conversation.

Fujio suddenly sensed that his being watched and looked up from his cupcake, "What?" The clueless boy asked while his mouth was still full from the baked treat.

"Why does Tsukasa buy so much chocolates if he doesn't seem to like it so much?" Tsuji interrogated. They all looked at Fujio with anticipating eyes and expecting gazes.

Before answering, Fujio swallowed the cupcake he was eating, "Well, it's because [name] likes them, well actually they love them, it's their favourite thing in the world, it makes them happy whenever they eat one so even though Tsukasa hates chocolates he would always buys one whenever and give it to her just to make her happy" Fujio explained.

Silence fell amongst boys, then they turned their gazes to you and Tsukasa, you still happily eating the cupcake and talking animatedly to Tsukasa and the blonde boy was just looking at you, love and adoration practically pouring out of his eyes, smiling softly, his dimples softly appearing in his cheeks.

They watched in amazement as the once cold and rude boy of the full timers was now undeniably, indisputably, indubitably, beyond doubt, in love, and he was so in love he was willing surround himself with the sweet he hates the most just to make you happy.

"Oh, it's like the olive theory," Shiba pointed out quietly so that his boyfriends were the only ones that could hear. "The what??" Tsuji asked, "You know the olive theory, the one from 'how I met your mother', when the other needs to hate olives while the other one needs to love olives, and in a weird sense that's what makes them such a great couple." Shiba explained

"Ohh, like when Todoroki hates blueberries while we love them," Tsuji realised, and Shiba nodded in agreement while Todoroki could only roll his eyes in fondness of his boyfriends.

tags: @simpforchuchu

#high and low #high and low the worst #high and low fic #high and low the worst cross #tsukasa takajo #tsukasa x reader #oya high #shibaman #tsuji #todoroki yosuke #poly todoroki faction #the olive theory>>>>#had to sneak my favourite poly boys in 🤩

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