#two for one special buy one get one two birds stoned at once type of deal

[feroluce]

When Al Haitham dreams, it's in shades of sandy blonde and red, metallic gold and feather-blue. His nightmares are colored much the same.

Kaveh leisurely strolls ahead of him, shoes leaving deep treads in the soft desert sand. He keeps a careful distance, arms length, and in return Al Haitham keeps an eye on him, the other man's back dead center in his sights.

He curses the sand in his boots and the long line of footprints he steps into, already the exact shape of the soles of his shoes.

They aren't lost. Al Haitham knows where they are. They've been here before. They are still here.

Kaveh doesn't watch their feet. His head is constantly tipped back with his eyes on the stars and their constellations (of which Al Haitham only knows two, Vultur Volans and Paradisaea). He'll walk right into a cactus like that. Al Haitham yells ahead for him to watch where he's going.

Kaveh reaches up to touch the side of his head in a strange motion, but otherwise there's no acknowledgement. They press on into the dark of night.

Something squelches beneath Al Haitham's boot.

It stops him short, pulls his attention like a magnet and as much as he wants to, he can't ignore it. He doesn't want to lose any more ground. But something won't let him move on. Al Haitham watches as red seeps into the golden sand, spills beyond the border of his bootprint until he slides his foot aside.

It's an ear.

It's a human ear, and there's a heavy earring attached, metallic gold, gems red and green, a familiar shape, a familiar shade-

Al Haitham opens his mouth to yell. Chokes. Swallows the lump in his throat as he quickly restarts his pace. Tries again.

"Hey!"

Another squelch under a hurried footstep. He doesn't stop to look. Al Haitham is pretty sure he knows what it is.

"Kaveh, hey!"

The path becomes littered, little slices and small pieces, fingertips and knuckles, Kaveh's arms once held casually behind his back now strewn along the sands. Every time Al Haitham extends his hand to him, reality warps and bends like the twisted image in a broken mirror, lines mismatched and edges jagged. Kaveh flits just beyond his grasp, fleeting fae, no longer able to hear him or to reach out to him. Al Haitham can only grit his teeth and follow.

His right foot marches forward. His left follows. His right again. His left suddenly doesn't follow, and Al Haitham is thrown off balance and pitches forward, swinging his arms outward to land on his palms and keep his face off the ground, because he's been in the desert enough times to know what a foot suddenly being stuck can mean.

Quicksand.

Al Haitham curses and swears in just about every language he knows as he tries to spread his weight as evenly as possible, stay afloat at the top of it because if he sinks, he knows he'll be done for, and shit, Kaveh.

His neck cranes uncomfortably in his search, Kaveh had only been a few feet in front of him, he can't be sunk much further, and he's in the desert much more often than Al Haitham anyway, he'll be familiar with what to do-

Kaveh stands in front of him, empty sleeves fluttering loose. Still just out of his grasp, still watching the stars. The quicksand is already up to his calves.

"Say, Al Haitham..." It's the first he's spoken this whole time. His voice resonates somewhere deeply nostalgic in Al Haitham's chest, produces a ripple that momentarily stuns his heart.

Kaveh is sinking.

Al Haitham stretches out on his belly as far as he's able, it's quickly up to his knees, Kaveh isn't even trying to redistribute his weight or pull himself out, it's at his thighs, Al Haitham sucks in a breath and yells for him, his hips, yells louder, his waist, Al Haitham's trembling fingertips can almost reach, his chest, Kaveh drops level with him, quicksand about his neck like a noose.

Kaveh's head tips back, back, impossibly far back, until it hangs, angle awkward, and he's looking right past Al Haitham with his tired smile and gouged, blinded sockets full of starlight.

"Do you believe in karma?"

The quicksand swallows him entirely and Al Haitham dives, shoves his arms deep and pushes off with the one foot he'd had left on safe ground, because he can't, he can't, it's not the same without Kaveh, not anymore, he needs him, no one else keeps him sharp, no one else challenges him like Kaveh, if he can just grab him, if he can just pull him back up-

Al Haitham thrashes, against the sands, against gravity, against the hardwood of his bedroom floor. Clumsily scrubs the back of his hand across his face to rub the grit of quicksand and sleep out of his eyes.

Sometimes he thinks he preferred it when the Akasha was still harvesting his dreams.

He pops his head out from under his weighted blanket and lays where he'd fallen out of bed for a moment, blinking blearily against the lamplight shining from his desk in the corner. Deep breaths. His consciousness shifts along the blurred line of nightmare and reality, crosses over the slow transition into wakeful awareness.

He's home, Kaveh is home. It's dark out. The house is dead silent.

He's just going to go check, he tells himself as he peels himself out of his sweat-soaked shirt and roots around for a replacement. He's already losing memories of his nightmare, the details spilling away from him like wet ink, but he knows he needs to see Kaveh. It'll feel better to do something, anything, than try to go straight back to sleep.

He's quiet when he slips out of his bedroom door, because they both keep late hours but their bedrooms are right next to each other, and Al Haitham will never hear the end of it if he wakes his roommate up.

Lights off, door shut. Nothing conclusive. He moves out to the main room.

Kaveh sits on one of those ridiculous sofas he'd ordered three of for some reason, back to him as he tucks a lock of hair behind his ear. A mostly-empty wine bottle stands tall on the table, next to the cobbled-together remains of an architectural model that's been picked and fussed over for four days straight now.

"Kaveh? What are you doing?"

This earns him an exaggerated startle, but Kaveh doesn't turn to look at him, preoccupied with whatever new sketch or blueprint he probably has in his hands. "Ohhh, nothing," he slurs cheerfully. "Just working. Just thinking."

Kaveh has always been the world's chattiest drinker. Al Haitham waits for the rest of it.

"Say, I think...I think I asked you this years ago, back then, but you never answered me." Al Haitham feels all the blood drain from his face in ominous familiarity, drip cold down the length of his spine. Kaveh sinks into the couch until he can tip his head over the back of it, looking up at him with a tired smile and exhausted eyes.

"Do you believe in karma?"

#genshin impact #haikaveh #al haitham #kaveh #kavehtham #these two have had me chewing concrete lately god #3.6 got me frothing at the mouth #something about al haitham trying to save kaveh from himself and his own guilt complex and self-sabotage wheeee my heart #and he's normally so self-assured but he fucked it up spectacularly the first go around- good job baby- #and now it's years later he's trying again but it's something he's barely chipping away at not to mention Kaveh not wanting his help lol #and so some of Al Haitham's nightmare is objective fact and some of it is his own subjective pov #Kaveh loses his arms and ears bc al haitham is frustrated that he won't hear him out or reach out for help #and he keeps his eyes up and eventually blinds himself bc al haitham thinks of him as too idealistic and blind to reality #and kaveh does all this to himself bc when you ask al haitham about his troubles he talks about people who cause trouble for themselves #kaveh pondering the concept of karma in relation to his bad luck and misery and guilt about his father's death in the quicksand *fans self* #al haitham starting to get just a little nervous that maybe he really he can't do anything about this #or that one day it'll be too little late ough. love when I can whump character by whumping the other. #two for one special buy one get one two birds stoned at once type of deal #i have a Vision about them and their stupid dumbass relationship dynamic that I need to yell about later but for now: this #written while listening to A Sadness Runs Through Him by The Hoosiers which hilariously was introduced to me as a pla Emmet song #'but here was a man mourning tomorrow; he tried to finally drown in his sorrow' #'oh he could not break surface tension; he looked in the wrong place for redemption' #'don't look at me with those eyes; I tried to unheave the ties; turn back the tide that drew him in' #'but he couldn't be saved' #'a sadness runs through him' #extremely kaveh and haikaveh song for me ough #my fics #gore #body horror #I mean it's pretty unrealistic but still just in case

[tinyboxxtink]

Can you do nevada x reader with a breeding kink?! Like, not necissarily a “lets have a kid” smut but a “imma make you mine, fill you up” kinda thing? Cause vada isnt the kid type..👀🔥

Alright I decided to hit two birds with one stone.

Answering this ask AND hitting a square on @storiesofsvu bingo!

"You're mine...and I don't share,"

This one was kinda fun, you're right you don't see a lot of "Papa Vada". 😂

[Some naughty bits under the cut.]

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You and your boyfriend Nevada Ramirez were getting into it pretty hot and heavily on his huge leather couch. He was practically skipping when he had gotten home that night; something about a huge deal “between the families” being made, lots of money, you had pretty much learned to tune him out by now. All you knew was that he came home happy, and that always meant good things for you.

So now here you were, practically gnawing a hole into Vada’s neck while he undid your bra, cupping your breasts and immediately sticking one in his mouth as soon as they were free. You let out a moan of pleasure as you felt his long digits now running up your thighs, sticking one inside you under your panties. You two were so in sync it was like a dance. Each of you knew what step came next; and you were reaching the crescendo. 

Nevada picked you up never letting up from suckling on your breasts and rubbing your clit with one of his thumbs. However once you reached the bedroom, he tossed you like a rag doll onto his silk sheets while he feverishly ripped off his pants. You expected him to go into his little beside drawer before leaping back onto you, but he didn’t. 

“Whoa whoa whoa there, papi,” you put a hand up. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” 

“Que?” He asked more in aggression than an actual question. “The fuck are you on about, mujer?” 

“A condom, Vada,” you nodded to the drawer. 

“Oh, si,” Vada nodded softly himself, now looking a little nervous. 

“...You forgot to buy more, didn’t you?” You tried not to sound angry, but you were already starting to finish yourself to avoid the painful twinges of edging. 

“No, I have some I just thought—” He finally looked at you with a mischievous grin. “What if we don’t use one?”

“Are you– are you fucking serious?” You couldn’t help but laugh at the notion. Nevada Ramirez, the most cautious and paranoid lover you had ever been with, wanted to suddenly ride bareback?

“Si, what’s funny about that?” he asked in a quickly rising annoyed tone. 

“Vada you did take biology in school, right?” You tried stifling your laughter.

“Yes Y/N I fucking know what happens when a man and woman have a ‘special hug’,” Nevada rolled his eyes, trying to control his anger. “So?”

“So?” your laughter completely ceased at the question. You looked at him very seriously, searching his eyes for some sincerity, or explanation.

“You…do you wanna have a kid?” you asked him waringly.

“No!” Nevada waved his hands in a giant X sign. “Not right now. Not ever, maybe,” 

“Okay baby I really don’t think now is the time for the ‘family planning’ talk,” you tried playing it off with a laugh, but he was really starting to freak you out. 

“You’re on the pill, aren’t you?” he asked.

“.... Yeah?” You replied. 

“So? That’s a safety net, yes?” He made a point. 

“Well yeah, but–” you started to protest but he put a finger over your lips. 

“I just want to fill you up inside one time, mi vida,” he stroked your hair very softly. He was good with the manipulating; the puppy dog eyes and the pout making their appearances next.

“You’re such a sweet talker, Vada,” you rolled your eyes. 

“I wanna know some of me is inside of you, Y/N,” He kept his serious but soft register. “Because you’re mine…and I don’t share,”

“I’m sorry, do you think I’m 'sharing' myself with anyone else, pendejo?” You smacked his hand away in anger. 

“No!” He grabbed your hands and returned you to his side. 

“No, I just…fuck, I really suck at this,” He looked down and away from you, clearly arguing with himself.

“At what?” You raised an eyebrow while trying to read his mind. 

“At…this,” he gestured between the two of you. “I’ve never had a…girl, who stays around all the time,” 

“A girlfriend?” You snorted. “Vada you’ve had plenty of girlfriends, don’t even try–”

“No, no es novia,” he interrupted you. “A girl who stays…ALL the time,” 

You studied his face very closely, trying to piece together what he was obviously having a meltdown trying to communicate. Then it dawned on you. 

“...A wife?” you asked softly, making his inner monologue seemed to cease. He looked up at you, unable to reply.

“Do you think you have to get me pregnant to marry you, Nevada?” You asked him in a somewhat defensive tone. “Do you think you have to ‘trap’ me into a marriage with you?” 

“No! I don’t….quien sabe,” He sighed, now looking at the floor. 

You waited several seconds trying to process what was happening before you. Nevada Ramriez, the scariest drug lord in New York, hell maybe the United States, was scared that you wouldn’t want to marry him?

“Vada…” You picked up his chin with your thumb, looking into his emerald green eyes. “I’m never gonna leave you. Kid or no kid,” 

“Si? Realmente? Para siempre?” The words flew out his mouth rapidly as he tried to accept what you were saying. 

“Si, realmente, para siempre,” you repeated the words back to him in a teasing manner before pulling him into a kiss. 

“I’m yours, for as long as you’ll have me, papi,” you pressed your forehead against his before kissing him once more.

“Bueno,” Vada smiled into your mouth before you pulled away.

“But…the you ‘filling me’ thing still sounds pretty hot,” You bit your lip with a wicked smile. 

“Muy bueno,” He growled lustfully before pulling your now naked body on top of him to resume your naughty shenanigans. 

You could always buy Plan B in the morning.

#nevada ramirez smut #nevada ramriez fluff #nevada ramirez #nevada ramirez x reader #nevada ramirez x you #nevada ramirez drabble #trouble in the heights #raul esparza #raul espaza fanfiction

[pen-observing]

Hi! If you will have any inspiration about this

What do you think would be little things that brothers would bring you as courting you? As like birds or penguins with rocks and sticks?

Thank you 💜

sjdaj this was fun! i did have an image of lucifer bringing feathers as a meme in my mind for a sec

what the brothers bring you while courting you/wanting to impress you:

Lucifer:

He is what many would consider to be a classic idea of a man. Tall, dark, handsome with refined taste. Because of this he tries to be refined in what he brings you as well. Why should you two not share such traits?

Lucifer because of this relies on the extravagant, classic choices. Most of all – jewelry.

Rings, necklaces, bracelets – everything he sees while out on an errand that catches his eye.

He also tries to match some items with you. He has a golden pen, why shouldn’t you have one as well?

However, one thing that gets in his way is that: no matter how strong his impulse to buy or obtain rare jewels is – he cannot always give them to you.

He overthinks it.

‘if I give them two rings two weeks in a row, would that be too much? Would they then spend money to buy an outfit that matches it? Would the gifts lose their meaning if I don’t space them out? If I continue to give them so many gifts, they would feel responsible to return them so they would spend more money on me and we both know that I am the one who has more money so--’

All these thoughts come to him. Sometimes Lucifer even thinks that your pride would be hurt if he gives you jewels so often.

He tries not to go overboard but he knows that there is a whole desk drawer of little boxes just waiting for the right time to go to you.

Mammon:

No matter how much Mammon may chase gold and sparkles – he is no Lucifer and there is no way that he can just rely on jewels.

Sure, on very special occasions he manages to surprise you with them and that does make it more meaningful.

Mammon puts aside everything else and actually gets a job whenever your birthday is close.

So what else could be bring you?

He is well aware of how birds bring branches or rocks – how sometimes they even spend so much time flying high above and continuously dropping walnuts for others on the road until they crack. His approach is similar.

When you have issues or need to open something – he always offers himself.

It is a bit silly but being there for someone counts.

Besides this – every trinket that he sees somehow ends up in your room

Plushies, fun masks, nail polish that matches his, a leaf that fell in his hair while he was sleeping under a tree and dreamt of you.

He also brings postcards, magazines, photos you might enjoy.

Once he brought you a heart shaped stone and bragged about how his keen eye managed to observe it in the clean river!

Something in every corner of your room will be adjacent to him.

“What if I brought you branches?” “What?” “Nothing!”

He just wanted to ask!

Leviathan:

Lucifer is impulsive in buying just one thing, Levi, however, is impulsive all around.

And that impulsivity goes in many directions.

He is able to use and calculate all his Akuzon points to make sure that you get 10 products instead of just 1.

He takes it very, very seriously.

Sometimes he buys you way too many snacks, other times he orders 5 costumes

Often his courting relies on the thought; what if we shared this!

His mind says that the more you have in common the better match you are.

This is why he brings matching keychains or slippers or even computer backgrounds and mousepads.

He still knows that ‘matching’ does not fully count but it really warms his heart when he sees that you are willing to share and indulge in those small things that would not really matter to others.

It gives him a confidence boost and reassures him that you are in fact open to him.

However, something still has to be yours alone.

Yours alone, from his hands and he needs to make sure of that.

Levi does bring you pearls like penguins do.

And he did in fact spend a long time underwater making sure he brings the best ones.

Just... never show him the video that trended of a female penguin cheating on her partner in the human world.

Satan:

Satan, no matter how much he tries to deny it, is in many ways similar to Lucifer.

He might dress the way he does but he tries to be a classic gentleman in this regard.

He does bring jewelry too – however he never brings it without a deeper, more profound reason.

‘so what if this ring is rare? What does it matter to them? Nothing.’

He has to hear you say it is very pretty to give it to you.

The necklace needs to remind him of your eyes or he is not buying it at all.

Because of this – he is very picky so few gifts are of this nature.

What else does he bring?

Satan writes you notes all the time.

Sometimes they are there to remind you of water or meals, other times they are short quotes.

In fact, he brings you annotated books; lines that remind him of you; quotes of feelings he knows thanks to you.

He brings you parts of himself and looks for parts of you in everything.

This is his idea of courting.

And don’t be surprised to get letters (wax made by him) under your door even if you live close by.

Asmodeus:

Unlike the others, Asmo has no problems with giving you whatever his own impulse says to.

Why should he hide these 2 perfumes that he bought thinking of you and wait for 3 weeks to present them to you?

No, do it right then and there because your heart felt the love or do not do it at all!

Because of this, his impulse costs a lot. Only second to Lucifer.

Asmo wants to give you luxurious things but he knows that jewelry alone can get boring rather fast and is limited by time and fashion and practicality etc.

So he gives you luxury in everything.

New lines of fragrance are yours as well as his, new skin care products that few humans can buy just show up at your door.

Does he also give you framed photos of him? Yes

Does he give you best silk? Also yes.

Why should the two of you not enjoy these things? You deserve it after all.

Still, Asmo is very sentimental too.

He gifts you photo albums of things that make him feel so. Memories of trips and walks; of sleepovers and quiet nights as well.

Yes, luxury is there but this small pretty pen is cheap and has hearts on it! He simply has to give it to you!

Beelzebub:

Beelzebub knows the ‘proper’, ‘correct’ or expected ways to court someone.

He knows what gifts others give and why.

But, all of that seems slightly...like vanity or showing off to him.

It just wouldn’t feel right to give you a framed work of art or color stones that glimmer if it does not really awake something.

His gifts are as gentle as him.

Yes, food is the most obvious choice but he really does worry if you are eating well because humans are fragile.

Flowers that he sees in shops or on walks.

While once walking with Luke he saw some and said how pretty they would look on you. Luke taught him to make flower crowns for that reason.

Most of his gifts are handmade.

He wants to help you on his own no matter what.

The most consistent gifts however are those that you said you needed.

Doesn’t matter when you said it or how, maybe it was just a passing thought, but he remembers and he gets them for you.

Belphegor:

it wouldn’t be wrong to say that he manages to mix up all of these ways and refuses to settle down on just one type.

This is because he is similar to Beel.

Beel gives you thinks you said you needed; Belphie gives you those you did not even notice.

He is constantly observing you and being as smart as he is – nothing escapes him.

You don’t have to complain how you grew bored of your boots or how annoying those headphones are.

He just notices it and gives you new ones.

Sometimes he looks at you during a party in Diavolo’s castle and things that a necklace is missing and would actually be useful in the future as well; so, he buys it.

Books for assignments you are not aware you will need next year find their way to your table. Yes, it is a year but he is a published Devildom scholar so trust him with this.

Paintings, matching rings with stars, a keychain of some small alien from a human TV show etc.

He treads the lines of outlandish with luxury and simple.

Seeing you surprised no matter what because you never mentioned these things always brings him joy.

a/n: how tf do you spell jewelry is it this or jewellery or i hate his word pls

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me x reader #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #leviathan x reader #satan x reader #asmo x reader #beelzebub x reader #belphegor x reader #the reason i do fics more is to avoid having to add this many tags omggg #obey me brothers #not genshin

[amaya-writes]

Dating Members of the Armed Detective Agency

100 Followers Event: Day One

Note: I completed this whole thing and was doing the taglist just for everything to disappear istg I was so sad. Anyways, this is my first time writing for most of these characters so it might be a little OOC.

Characters involved: Dazai, Kunikida, Rampo, Atsushi, Yosano, Kenji, Fukuzawa

G/n reader

Dazai Osamu

Unlike popular belief, Dazai isn't one for physical affection. He's sort of insecure about his body in general and very hesitant to let people in which is why Osamu probably won't go past a casual arm on your shoulder until a good few weeks later.

If you're the shy type this might pose a problem because neither of you will be prepared to initiate physical affection, however, if you're comfortable with it then you'll probably have to ease Dazai out of his insecurity shell.

He will take a little time, but once Osamu is certain you reciprocate his affections and won't leave, he'll get used to casually hugging you from behind and kissing you at random moments.

Dazai isn't exactly one to look out for his personal needs so the idea that he can cuddle or kiss you whenever he needs/wants to is something that he thoroughly enjoys.

Honestly, he's more of a verbal lover and likes complimenting you and teasing you. However, he shows his affections by being the observant and considerate person he is.

Dazai just knows if something is wrong and will always look for solutions to your problems. He's also the type to genuinely listen to you rant and loves telling you how pretty you look/how much he likes you just to see you flush.

Overall, Osamu is a pretty affectionate s/o and loves using his words and actions to make you know just how special you are to him, however, give him the time he needs to come around and get comfortable around you physically.

Kunikida Doppo

It shouldn't come as a surprise that your relationship fits into Kunikida's ideals. He's the type to plan your dates ahead of time and make a specific schedule for days you both are spending together. Kunikida loves going on hikes and being productive with you.

Things like going grocery shopping will definitely be on his list as he loves killing two birds with one stone.

Kunikida religiously sends you good morning and good night texts and places your favourite flower on your office desk every day before you walk into the office. He also does things like buying your favourite snack during your coffee break or fixing up little messes you made around the office/house.

One thing you need to understand is that while Kunikida does consider you part of his ideals, his ideals are there to better your relationship/have the best possible relationship and not as a definite thing of what your relationship should be like.

Honestly, Kunikida is such a simp and just loves doing acts of service to show he cares. He knows he can be a lot to handle so he likes to make up for it by being helpful.

Is also an amazing listener.

Kunikida is pretty protective of his s/o and doesn't want to lose them which is why he tries to keep you away from the wilder side of his career.

Ranpo Edogawa

Ranpo is actually just a child around you. He's immature and cute and whines if you pull away from his hugs. It's not that he doesn't take your relationship seriously, it's actually the other way around.

He's always taking up cases and being regarded as this great detective, and while he loves it, Ranpo also just likes being treated like a child being coddled.

His favourite thing to do is lie on your stomach and talk about the case he recently solved while you thread your fingers through his hair, Ranpo probably won't admit it, but it's those moments that make him feel pretty much perfect.

Ranpo loves randomly texting you when he's bored or asking for your attention if you're busy at the office. If you ignore him he'll just give you a pout or use his words until you give in. Honestly there aren't many people besides Fukuzawa who can argue with Ranpo, so you probably won't be able to use work as an excuse for too long.

Just like Dazai Ranpo is hyper-aware of everything related to his s/o. If you're feeling sad, he just automatically knows it. While this can result in cute moments that make your heart melt, it's also annoying when you're trying to lie to him or pull a prank.

You know Ranpo is completely whooped for you if he starts sharing his snacks. The action itself is like a confession of eternal love lol.

Atsushi Nakajima

This cute little baby is the shyest of the bunch. He's the most likely to delay asking you out until you do it, which makes him sort of disappointed since he planned a speech and all.

Honestly, Atsushi isn't as observant or physically affectionate as the rest. He doesn't notice everything about you and will probably take some time to get used to the idea of hugging and kissing you. However, he makes up for that with the little things.

He's the kind of person who just randomly hugs you when you're sad or remembers important dates for you. The kind who automatically holds onto your hand in a crowded place and subconsciously snuggles into your side while he's asleep.

Atsushi doesn't even notice it, but it's these small things that make your heart melt and are what made you fall for him to begin with.

He's an avid listener and loves talking about things you like. If you're a writer or artist Atsushi will just give you that look and ramble about how you're the most talented person he knows.

Tiger boy isn't very good with his words, but without even realizing it he'll say things that just make you look at him with that silly lovesick smile.

He actually loves complimenting you and has a habit of holding your hand and rubbing his thumb against your palm while he thinks.

Yosano Akiko

Unlike Atsushi, Yosano is the farthest thing from being shy when it comes to her feelings. Shocked that she actually fell for you? Sure. Mesmerized that she likes you so much and wants to be with you? Yup. Totally freaking out inside that you don't like her back? Depends on the occasion.

Yosano is a logical woman. So, when she first realizes she likes you she'll probably be really conflicted, but that just pushes her to look for a definite answer.

She'll ask you to go to a bar with her and sip a glass of wine while she casually mentions she likes you and asks you out. If you say no, which would be so shocking cuz how could you turn down this amazing woman she'll just continue sipping her wine and throw herself a pity party.

If you say yes, Yosano will silently rejoice with the wine and get slightly drunk to the point where she just sits there and tells you how good you look and what she likes about you.

Yosano loves casually kissing your cheek while you're working or taking you around the city to buy random outfits for you. She also enjoys taking you wine tasting and it's sort of become a tradition for both of you to go wine tasting every one or two months.

She doesn't shy away from affection and loves teasing you, complimenting you and randomly kissing you if she feels like it. Yosano prefers kisses over hugs.

Kenji

Just blurts out that he likes you.

Kenji is super honest and you can help but melt when he says that he likes you and wants to be with you.

He isn't the best with words since he can be a little too honest at times, but Kenji makes up for it with his physical affection. Kenji doesn't really believe in social constructs and thinks that he should be allowed to kiss or hug his s/o whenever he feels like it.

However, if you aren't one for PDA then he'll respect your boundaries.

Kenji loves simple dates. Things like taking you to the vegetable market or a farm right outside the city. He also loves exploring the city with you and learning about your life and things that are normal for you.

His favourite thing, however, is when you join him on the terrace and plant seeds and nurture the plants with him. If you compliment Kenji's gardening skills he'll probably be flustered but very happy.

Fukuzawa Yukichi

Fukuzawa is a balance between physical and verbal affection.

He doesn't go out of the way to cuddle or kiss you, but Fukuzawa enjoys casually hugging you from the back and resting his chin on your head.

Forehead kisses. Need I say more? Honestly, Fukuzawa just loves randomly kissing your forehead. If you're in his office casually lounging on a chair as you complete work, he'll walk over to your side and kiss your temple.

This is also used as a subtle apology whenever you're mad at him for something small; like him being too busy or risking his life too much.

Fukuzawa writes you love letters.

It's not overly poetic, even though he's probably pretty good at poems, but more of a personal recollection of the first time you met or the day he realised he fell for you. The love letters are meant to show you just how much he cares and loves you and sort of make up for his dangerous and busy life.

He also loves those silent moments with the two of you just existing around each other in peace. That being said, Fukuzawa also adores the times when you try to distract him from work with a stupid joke that he can't help but laugh at.

It times like those that make him realize how much he adores you.

If you ever adopt a kitten with Fukuzawa that's basically a love confession in the making. It's like a silent agreement that from that day onwards you and the little kitty are officially part of his family.

Honestly, Fukuzawa can be a really sweet person to date.

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Incompatible (Mandalorian x Female!Hunter!Jedi Reader)

Chapter One: The Huntress 

Words: 6.5k

Warnings: language, tension? Some grammar errors. That’s about it!

A/N: Hey everyone! Here is chapter one of Incompatible! I hope you all enjoy it, feedback is highly appreciated. This story will be following some typical canon events, but might stray away from it most of the time to have a more unique story and more unpredictable events. Enjoy!

Chapter One: The Huntress

“Kriff. How long could one person hide out in this hell forsaken planet.” You whispered, perched on a dune on the planet Tatooine, waiting for your bounty to leave the cantina they have no doubt been hiding in for the past two hours. You always managed to have bounties here, and for some reason you kept taking them. Even though you hated- no despised- this planet.

Something about Tatooine always got under your skin. Maybe it was the fact that your clothes were black and leather keeping the heat close to your body. Or the fact that you always ran into some sort of trouble here. No matter how many bounties you successfully caught here, you always seemed to leave with a new scar as well. The force was strong here as well, it was more prominent here than any other planet. That might be why as well.

“Well, I hope it won’t be much longer. I’m kriffing starving.” You groaned and looked through your binoculars once more, reading the heat signature of your bounty still in the cantina, and sighed. You mentally slapped yourself in the face for taking this offer Greef Karga gave you. However, the reward was substantial, so you guess you could live. You wondered why the reward was so high, this criminal didn’t seem out of the ordinary for you, no one special. Shrugging you thought of a new plan, since all else seemed to fail at this point.

“Maybe I’ll go pay them a visit. Kill two birds with one stone and hope I don’t break anything else in the cantina.” You shook your head while wiping the sweat off your brow. It wasn’t the worst idea, but it was not the best idea either. This cantina had to have a record of you somewhere, they had to. Because every single bounty on this planet seemed to go to this cantina, and you could not afford to pay for another set of booths, tables, and liquor you destroyed from obtaining a bounty. They probably did it so they could fund the cantina with your destruction. Even though you so could afford a few broken tables and what not, you did not want to waste your credits on something useless, and potentially destroy the food you plan on eating afterwards.

“Alright, I guess this is going to go one of two ways. And I am eating afterwards, that’s always on the table. No matter how this ends.” You spoke into the setting sun, with no one else accompanying you on your hunts, ever, you always spoke to the sun. Or the moon depending on the time of day. Even though you could technically speak to someone through the force, you did not want to waste any energy in a pointless conversation. You might need it later. The setting sun creates a beautiful picture in front of you, almost making you forget what planet you were on. But the ever-present sand that lingers inside your boots makes you remember where you are.

Stuffing your binoculars and your blaster back in the holster you ran a hand over your concealed dagger and hauled yourself up to make your way to the cantina. You were boiling to say the least, your clothes seemed to be way tighter than normal given the heat, so walking was uncomfortable. But you decided that looking menacing was more useful to you than comfort, so you didn’t pay any mind to the way your thighs were chaffing against each other. Your cloak flowed behind you in the wind as you marched through the tiny village, sticking out like a sore thumb among the people here who mostly wore white and tan clothes to go against the unforgiving sun. Well, they had the right idea, you thought as your black boots hit the sand getting closer to the cantina. Taking a deep breath, you stepped on the platform to open the door.

The doors swung open, allowing your cloak to sway in the wind it created to help make you more intimidating. All heads turned towards you, making you smirk. You knew everyone here knew who you were. Based on the history of the cantina for starters and the fact that you were a ruthless bounty hunter of the guild, you loved being intimidating. You walked slowly, making sure to scan the room before your eyes landed on your bounty, a blue Twi’lek male, and gave him a wink before asking for a drink from the bartender.

The Twi’lek tensed, around what seemed to be, possibly, his group of friends. His heart was pounding in his chest. Maybe she was not here for me, he thought, maybe she just thought I was attractive, he told himself while looking at his drink before looking up again at her. However, she was no longer in her seat at the bar. Panic written all over his face, he tensed as he slowly scanned the room but found no trace of her. Maybe she left?

“Looking for someone?” Whispered a voice, and before anyone could so much as breathe in response, you pulled your dagger against his throat. The sight of their expressions alone was enough payment. The shock mixed with confusion was enough to make your ego soar. You always dreamed of being this intimidating, and it was far too easy with this bounty and his companions. His friends all tensed around you while you held your dagger hard against their criminal of a friend’s neck. You chuckled.

“Well, here I am, and I hope you plan to come with me willingly. It has been an awfully long day, and all I want is to stuff your ass in carbonite on my ship and eat some fucking soup.” You insisted while the Twi’lek male shuttered and gulped before speaking. The people around you were deathly still while you held your beautiful dagger. So many people have tried to buy it from you in the past, and you don’t blame them. It was made of beskar, which you just recently realized was exceedingly rare, that your father gave you. So, you always held it tightly to you, but it was so good at slicing through flesh you couldn’t keep it hidden like the lightsaber strapped to your back. That was a different type of concealment.

“I-I…I don’t think you h-have the right guy miss…” He stammered causing you to laugh, almost doubling over. You yanked out the tracking fob before pressing it on the table to show that you in fact had the right person. The blue hologram showing the Twi’leks face, reflected off the steel table and created a nice glow in the dimly lit cantina. Some rays of orange peaked through the windows as the two suns continued to set in the distance. If you had the time to sit back and admire the scenery you probably would have liked the colors, but you were too focused on getting this bounty in carbonite.

“Ah, but sir I do in fact have the right person.” You sneered as you continued.

“Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Which will it be?” You threatened closely to his ear, before awaiting his response. You pressed the dagger a little harder on his throat to edge him on. Looking at his friends tensing up even more with the sight of blood on their companions’ neck, you almost chuckled on how easily it was to read them. You could read people so easily. Having been on this job for so long it was so simple to read someone’s movement and interpret their next move, their face always gave it away.

“We don’t have all day.” You hissed starting to get eager, and your stomach rumbled along with your voice, so that was something to fight against. Your never-ending hunger.

Before you could register their answer, his friends all stood up from the table weapons in their hands now. Ready to defend their friend, how touching, you thought.

“Well, I guess I will have to take all of you down as well.” You made sure to quickly strap the Twi’lek beneath you in hand cuffs, igniting their magnetic qualities into the table before leaping over it. You intertwined your legs around the first man’s throat, twisting around and knocking them onto the hard ground with a thud. You must have knocked him out since there was no noise upon impact. You stood up quickly, grabbing your dagger and fought off the next man who ran at you. They had a small dagger in their hands and aimed for your side first which you quickly blocked. Taking one of your legs you hooked it around their left knee and pushed them backwards, then taking the dagger in your right hand you cut at their side, not killing them, but leaving them on the ground too weak to get up again. There was one remaining, but they had a blaster aimed at your head. You mentally checked yourself for the minor mistake, not being able to forgive yourself with the ruthless training you had to ever let another person have the upper hand.

“Don’t move! Or will blow your brains out! S-Stand up slowly!” The man boomed, causing you to smirk at his little stutter. Raising your hands in the air, and slowly trying to stand up, making it seem like you were giving in to their efforts.

“Alright, alright. Hang on, let me put my dagger down first. Then we can talk. Okay?” You stammered, slightly out of breath, as you lowered your dagger. However, you concealed your left hand under your cloak, gently wrapping your fingers around your blaster and the trigger. You slowly rose to your feet, hearing nothing as the cantina went quiet. You looked at the man holding the blaster with two hands and slightly shaking. Must be his first rodeo, you thought. You stood up to your full height and stared at him, looking deadly into his unforgiving black eyes.

“Show me your other hand, hunter.” He sneered causing you to chuckle. You quickly brought out your left hand and pulled the trigger before he could even sense something was wrong. It didn’t stop him from shooting his own blaster in shock. You hit him dead in the chest, while his blaster grazed your shoulder. You hissed and covered your shoulder with your hand, pulling it away you saw blood, but the pain was not horrible, so it was not of importance right now.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You whispered knowing you were going to leave this planet with yet another scar. You shook it off and turned towards the Twi’lek man who was still trapped at the table with an unforgiving expression upon his face, making you almost forget the pain in your shoulder. It was funny, looking at his shocked expression. It was nothing concerning to you, you knew you could take all his friends and more to get the bounty. Looking around you didn’t cause as much damage as you thought, so you were happy about the low price to replace the table. The bartender, however, was not as pleased, as always.

“You’ll have to pay- “They started.

“Yeah yeah, I know.” You snickered and tossed them a few credits before sitting down at the table with the Twi’lek. You felt the confusion rolling off of them in waves, obviously not knowing how to react to a bounty hunter sitting with them after a fight.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of the friends as well.” You added to the bartender, looking down at the passed out and dead companions of the Twi’lek in front of you. You rested back against the chair and ordered yourself a large soup. Your black clothing seemed to screech as you shuffled along the chair, getting comfortable before relaxing against the cool metal. You liked this part of the job, when everything was taken care of, and you could finally eat some kriffing food. You didn’t need to look to feel the Twi’lek male get impatient at the table.

“Are you kriffing kidding.” The Twi’lek snickered across from you causing you to stop eating momentarily to glare at him. You tilted your head and grinned. You knew how much you could affect people by a single glace, it was so fun seeing how their whole dimeter change in one single look from you, it made you feel possessive and absolutely powerful.

“I’m sorry.” You started, sounding like a sorry schoolgirl as you pouted, obviously a show for the Twi’lek.  

“I was starving after waiting for you to leave this stupid cantina. You wouldn’t have to be waiting here if you would have just left this place.” You rolled your eyes and finished your soup before grabbing the cuffs and hauling the Twi’lek to their feet. You took care of his friends by tossing a man at the cantina some credits to take care of it for you. You then left and headed to your ship up and across the sand dunes, to keep yourself hidden from any possible Jawas who wanted to take your parts for themselves.

It was a small ship, but it got the job done. It mostly resembled that of a Razor Crest, slightly smaller but it was perfect for you. The only other person you could think of that had a ship like you was the no other famous Mandalorian…but you had yours first. It had a carbonite chamber, a fresher, a cockpit, and your own bunk. It really is only meant for one person so its tight, but it’s home.

You listened to the Twi’lek trying to persuade you to let him go by bribing you with money, a passage somewhere, a good time, boring boring boring. You’ve heard it all before with countless bounties. They all never wanted to suffer the consequences of their actions yet failed to think about it when they pursued their crime.

“You should have thought about that before you broke the law.” You said before pushing him into the carbonite chamber. You sighed of relief, now having the freedom to take care of your wound and to have some kriffing peace and quiet. You pulled out your med pack before applying a bacta strip to the wound, you instantly felt the cooling of the bacta and the wound healing once it was tightly wrapped. You relaxed and made your way up to the cockpit to set the destination for Nevaro. After piloting out of the atmosphere, you sat down comfortably and punched in the coordinates and took in the sight of lightspeed. It would be a few hours yet, so you dozed off to get a few hours of shut eye. Maker knows you deserved it at least.

 …

 “No! Please, please don’t take them!”

 “Quiet girl, or we’ll shoot them all.”

 “My Moon, please listen to them.”

 Darkness. Always darkness.

 A scream.

…

Bolting awake with a gasp and a hand over your chest, you panted before realizing that it was a dream. The stars in hyperspace still danced around you as you tried to understand what happened. Oh, how you wished that your fathers’ arms were around you to comfort you as you shivered from the nightmare. He always came to you when you needed help, especially with the force. Your other siblings did not know you had this ability, only him. Since he too, had this same ability. He taught you how to wield a sword, how to fight against your enemies, and how to wield the light side of the force. Even though you knew you were using it for the dark side. But you would never admit that to yourself. You knew you only used the force when you needed to. When you needed to choke someone, when you needed to defeat someone, when your emotions were the influencer of the act. You knew that was the dark side, but you did not know how to use the force any differently. Eventually, you accepted the fact that you neither were on the light or dark side of the force, and you were not a Jedi.

“A nightmare.” You muttered, realizing this was nothing new. You gained your bearings before sinking back down into your seat with a slight groan. You were sweating as you calmed down trying to get lost in the scene of hyperspace in front of you as you did before all of this happened. Soon your heartbeat went back to normal and you sighed, running a hand through your hair. These nightmares kept happening. The same one, repeatedly inside your head, you couldn’t remember the last time you had an actual dream, something that was at least comforting even if you didn’t dream at all, it would be nicer than whatever was being created in your mind. You turned to the control panel and read that Nevaro was only a few more minutes away. You decided to jump out of hyperspace and stare down at the grey planet. It was littered with red streaks from the red lava that seeped from it. The planet was semi comfortable. You didn’t feel necessarily safe on it, but it was better than Tatooine that’s for sure.

“Well, at least I slept.” You muttered while cracking your back. It might not have been the best sleep, but you felt a little more rested than before. Your mussels ached from attacking the quarry and his friends, but you didn’t mind the ache at all. The pain in your shoulder was almost down to a dull ache as well when you shifted, testing the waters as you rotated your arm. Afterwards, you guided your ship down into the planet before landing in front of the town Greef was to be in. You shook your head and anticipated the people you might see here. The Mandalorian was one of them, and you did not have the patience to meet with him today or have any kind of interaction whatsoever, you did not like him, or it. Whatever it was hiding under the beskar helmet.

Leaping down from the latter to the hull of your ship, you grabbed anything necessary, like your blaster, dagger, and double checking to make sure your lightsaber was still strapped behind your back before opening the hanger of the ship.

The awful smell of the planet flooded your nose and made you squint to adjust to it. You’ve been here multiple times, but the smell of lava always struck you like you were new here. Gods, you really hated every planet, didn’t you? You shook your head before heading down the ramp and towards the town.

It was bustling with life, like it always was. It was curious to you, since this town operated the most advanced hunter’s guild you’ve ever known, yet the townsfolk had yet to realize this. Heads turned as you strutted through the town. It was normal for you to get a few glances, but the last few times you have had many stares your way. Possibly envy, but you honestly did not mind one bit. Let them stare, you whispered in your mind. Feeling the jealously from every person through the force was almost intoxicating when you reached yet, another cantina. You slightly groaned.

“What is it with the guild and cantinas? I do not understand the importance of meeting here.” You snickered before adjusting your clothing and heading inside. It was like everyone you knew in the guild was present in this cantina at the same time. You scanned the room, trying to understand the significance of everyone’s presence, yet you always came to the same conclusion when the possibilities ran through your mind. They are here because of you.

“There she is!” Shouted Greef Karga from the booth you were to meet him at. You could feel the tension in the room on your shoulders it was almost suffocating. Walking over to the booth everyone watched you, glaring. Interesting, this never usually happens to this extent, you thought. Must be something important.

“Greef.” You responded, nodding once as you sat down across from him in the booth. Reaching for your pack you pulled out the fob. Placing it on the table in front of Karga, he grinned widely. If you didn’t know him, you would have taken that grin as unsettling. Maybe this time it was.

“Ha! That’s my girl! I always can count on you for difficult bounties. I’ll send my team to go get the carbonite from your ship now.” He praised while taking the fob, ushering to his men to take care of the bounty on your ship while placing a pack of credits for you on the table. Only taking a glance at it before stuffing it away, you looked around again when everyone seemed to snicker and go back to what they were previously doing. Frowning you looked back at him, a grin still plastered on his face.

“It actually wasn’t difficult at all. Are you sure you’re thinking of the right one?” You answered slightly confused. You didn’t think this was a hard bounty in the slightest, you’ve had plenty of past jobs that were more difficult than this one. Maybe it was the higher price? Was it supposed to be difficult? You tilted your head at him your eyebrow raising, after hearing Karga boom out a laugh.

“Of course! How could I forget my favorite bounty hunters’ job?” He added causing you to shift in your seat. Straightening your back to make yourself feel bigger than he was, trying to gain the upper hand in this conversation again. You didn’t like where this conversation was going. The feeling of it was just…off. He never praised you this much.

“Well- one of my favorites at least.” He added slowly, winking at you in the process. You snorted shaking your head. You knew who he was talking about, and he knew it got under your skin.

“What the Mandalorian? Please, I could take all of his bounties times ten.” You said rather harshly, feeling the anger boiling in your chest. You hated that the Mandalorian was as good as you, maybe a little better…slightly. It was the stupid beskar helmet he wore, you assured yourself. Karga only chuckled slightly, probably having felt your rising anger.

“Hey, I am not doubting your abilities as a hunter. I can have more than one friend in the guild, can’t I?” He said almost too calmly for your liking. Feeling his energy in waves, he was…excited for something. His excitement felt like that of a child getting a new toy.

“What is this? What is going on? And why is every single guild member in here?” You snapped back at him tilting slightly forward in your seat to intimidate Karga. He was a decent man, but he was not your friend, and you didn’t trust anyone. Not in this business. Karga sighed heavily as he sank back into his seat. He opened his mouth to speak but then suddenly the energy in the room shifted drastically, similar to how it was when you walked into the cantina.

Hearing the door slide open, you and everyone else in the cantina turned towards it. The light was blinding momentarily before the silhouette of the Mandalorian was as clear as day as he walked slowly, so slowly down the stairs into the cantina. The ring of his boots could be heard bouncing off the walls as he scanned the room, like a predator stalking their prey. You could feel the hotness of the cantina grow as everyone’s energy shifted and turned as he walked. He made your lungs burn with how easily he could change the atmosphere of the room. Your nostrils were flaring as he made his way to your booth. I should have known, you said to yourself as you turned back around. Not giving him the pleasure of your gaze as he stood at the table.

“Mando! How nice of you to join us finally. Please sit!” Karga started as he held his hand out to the Mandalorian. Which he did not take, only nodding once. Such a signature move, you scoffed in your head. His helmet slowly turned towards you, his dark visor felt like it was digging a hole in your head as you stubbornly did not look up at him.

“I would but it seems as though there is someone in my way.” His dark voice echoed through the still silent cantina. Your glare slowly racked up his slightly beat-up red armor to the black visor of his shiny beskar helmet. If you were going to be honest, the Mandalorian was built like a kriffing monument, he was something else. He was strong, and he knew it. It gave him this type of strut in his walk, that you were kind of digging and hating at the same time. Giving him a small smirk, you stood up slowly. Extending your arm out to the booth.

“You go ahead and sit on the inside. Since I was here first.” You sneered up at him his helmet tilted down to you, his body caging you in trying to intimidate you. You’re sure it would have worked on others; it did not scare you. You knew that bounty hunters rarely ever sat caged inside of a booth, it made you vulnerable. Which is why you didn’t hesitate to jump on the opportunity to get under his skin.

He knew you despised him, but it didn’t bother him as much since he was not too fond of you either. When you first joined the guild, he thought he would never see you again after the day Karga announced you as a new member. Slowly, you started to gain the upper hand in both the ranks and in respect amongst the guild members. The unspoken competition ever since then had been deafening to him, he had to be better than you of all people, a fierce woman. However, the Mandalorian knew you were strong. You held your own and he, liked it. 

He slowly moved to the booth, making sure to keep his visor on you as he sat down and moved to the inside. Allowing you to sit down finally once he was settled. You let out the air you were holding into a sigh, trying not to make it a groan of annoyance, you did not want to give the Mandalorian that type of satisfaction. The air in the cantina slowly settled down and went back to its previous state, now that the two deadliest bounty hunters were sitting down. Karga looked between the two of you beaming. He has something up his sleeve, you could feel it, and you did not like it.

“Mando, you got here a little earlier than I expected. I was going to break the plan to both of you separately before. Nevertheless, I have a job, and I want both of you to work together to obtain it.” You and the Mandalorian stilled in your seat, snapping your heads over to him. Was he serious? The grin that was stapled to his face said everything you needed to hear, of course he was serious.

“What?!” You and the Mandalorian screamed simultaneously, sounding like a blaster shot bouncing off the walls. No absolutely not, you heard a voice echo through the force. You knew who it was.

“I would rather take a Hutt to work with over her.” Mando interjected. The force was screaming at you. You felt every wave of anger, confusion, tension…and something else from the Mandalorian you could not make out. But it was hurting your head. Groaning, you turned and squinted towards the visor, hoping you were making direct eye contact under the black abyss.

“Oh please, like you’re some prize to work with as well. I have to trust you without looking into your real eyes. Who knows, maybe you’re some stupid looking droid under that shiny beskar.” You stabbed back, causing him to stand up abruptly. You stood with him a hand immediately going for your dagger.

“My friends! My friends, please sit. I have yet to discuss the terms. And besides, this job is the most difficult and high rewarding I have ever gotten! That should be enough to get you through this.” He added to hopefully ease some of the tension. You waited for Mando to sit down first, wanting to have the final jab in your little conversation as you sank back down into your seat, never taking your eyes off of him until Karga broke the silence.  

“It is a group of people. Not just one bounty, but a whole gang. They’ve been plundering towns and stealing women ever since the Empire fell.” You tensed at the last part looking down at the table. You knew all too well what happens to women when they get stolen like that, from their own homes. You felt your chest tighten slowly so you closed your eyes trying not to let your emotions seep through them. The Mandalorian would probably use that against you later if he saw you.

The Mandalorian turned to you once your head turned down towards the table. His eyebrows knitted together, wondering why you were so distressed. You’re a bounty hunter, killing people is your job. He blinked a few times before looking back at Karga, so you wouldn’t see him looking at you once your eyes looked back up. You would probably use that against him later if you caught him staring. Karga continued.

“I couldn’t send just one of you to obtain them. With you being a woman,” Karga tilted his head towards you, “and you having beskar,” he tilts towards the Mandalorian, “It would be too much of a risk. So, the solution is to send both of my best bounty hunters on the job to watch each other’s backs and split the high reward.” He concluded.

You hated that it made sense. You could feel the Mandalorian coming to that same conclusion. You were both silent not wanting to be the first one to speak up.

“The asking price on their heads are 200,000 credits for the whole gang.” He smirked. Your eyes widened and you saw the Mandalorians back straighten. That’s, that’s a lot of credits. Even splitting it between the Mandalorian, it was enough to buy fuel for at least six months. It would hold you over with rations for at least a full cycle, and maybe even enough left over to get some new updates to your ship. Maybe this wasn’t too terrible.

“Where is this job?” Mando spoke as you felt the deep baritone rumble across your chest.

“Their gang has been hiding out in the Outer Rim ever since the Empire fell. Their last known sighting was on the planet Voss.” Karga answers making you huff.

Voss was an interesting planet. You’ve only been there a few times, but it was always…well all you can really say is don’t get mixed up with the wrong people. There were only two cultures present on the rocky planet. The first type of people known as the Gormak people, who are highly xenophobic and violent to visitors. Unfortunately, they make up most of the planets’ population, hence why you lean with caution, you always got hung up with those type of people. The other, lesser-populated culture on the planet, were called The Voss, hence where the planet gets its name. The Voss people welcome visitors to their mountain city called Voss-Ka which is located on an isolated island to stray away from the rather violent Gormak people. You have yet to visit there, but you’ve heard its quite beautiful. However, you knew of a certain area on that planet called The Nightmare Lands, that even the Gormak people don’t dare to go to. Hopefully, your bounties won’t either. These people, The Voss, are highly ritualistic you’ve heard, and they have an unusual capability with the Force. You know of some lost Jedi and Sith temples that have been spotted scattered across the vast planet. You hope that visiting here with the Mandalorian won’t give anything away about your gift with the Force as well.

“Where was the gang last seen on Voss? I hope we don’t run into the Gormak people there; they suck.” You chimed in causing Karga to chuckle slightly. You caught a glimpse of the Mandalorians head tilt slightly towards your direction. You felt the curiosity roll off of him in waves. He wondered why you ever went to the Outer Rim to obtain bounties, usually those places are lost causes and too dangerous. He felt slightly jealous that you knew of the place Karga was talking about, giving you an advantage over him.

“They were last seen in the city of Voss-Ka, but they were traveling out of it. They most likely went to a small village on the mainland instead of the island where Voss-Ka is. They thrive off of these small towns, so I am guessing they’ll be somewhere in that area.” Karga claimed making you sigh shaking your head.

“Tracking fobs?” Mando piped in. Karga took out one tracking fob causing you to frown. Why is there only one if it’s a whole gang? You thought to yourself. Your eyes looked over to the Mandalorian. Gods, you wish you could see how he was reacting under that stupid helmet. Reading people was second nature to you, maybe that’s why you were always so frustrated with the Mandalorian all the time. Thanking the Maker that you had the Force, you felt the conflict around him though and the uneasiness of the whole situation. Whether that be because he had to work alongside you or just the fact that there was one tracking fob, and not much of a lead on their actual whereabouts.

“There is only one tracking fob. But this gang always stays together, so where one is, they all will be.” You nodded along to his words as you and the Mandalorian both reached for the fob at the same time.

“Excuse me, but I think I’ll hold onto this.” You claimed while snatching it from the table, but in a flash the Mandalorian gripped your wrist. The leather of his gloves made the skin along your wrist sting slightly causing you to suck a breath in.

“I think I was the one who asked for it.” He grumbled taking it from your hand and stuffed it into his pack not allowing room for a peep of protest from you. Groaning you pulled your wrist from his death grip and rolled your sleeve back over the exposed skin.

“This should be fun.” You mumbled under your breath.

“So, it’s settled then?” Karga announces grinning, obviously ecstatic over the whole ordeal. Rolling your eyes and hearing the Mandalorian sigh you nodded.

“Yes, I believe so.” You claimed as you stood up from the booth waiting for the Mandalorian to follow your lead. You didn’t want to stay with a rather excited Karga longer than you had to and you needed to get out of this stupid cantina. Mando eventually got up and out of the inside of the booth. You both glanced at each other momentarily before turning away again. The Mandalorian already started walking away thankfully so all you had to see was his back and not the darkness of his visor. You rolled your eyes again and walked after him when he said nothing.

“I will see you when you get back. Good luck!” Karga shouted when you and Mando got to the door. Both of you nodded at the same time before walking out of the cantina. The air was crisp and didn’t smell of liquor anymore, much to your liking. You wondered if Mando could smell anything under the helmet, or if it took out smells he didn’t like. You caught up to walk next to Mando and fell into step with him. He had such a large stride it felt like you were jogging next to him, you hoped you didn’t look like an idiot. Looking down at his belt you almost snatched the stupid tracking fob from it. You decided against it though. Seeing that you two were to be partners for this job, you might as well try to not get on his bad side. Even though it was really fun to do.

“We’re taking separate ships.” Mando said slowly as you two walked out of the town where both of your ships were parked.

“Perfect, I didn’t want to be stuck on your ship anyways. It probably stinks.” You chuckled to yourself seeing him shake his head and sigh. He turned towards you as you both got to your ships, stopping for a minute. He looked down at you for a moment then back at your face as if he were studying you.

“What happened to your arm?” He asked suddenly making you frown.

“What?”

“The cloth is missing from your shoulder.” He says rather coldly. You looked down at your shoulder and mentally slapped yourself for not putting on another shirt when you got here.

“Oh, a bounty shot me in the shoulder today. No big deal I shot him in the chest.” You say rather bluntly. You looked back up at his visor, waiting for a response that obviously was not going to come. He only nodded and turned towards his ship, the Razor Crest. It was a piece of junk. Whenever you had the chance to look at it there was always something wrong with it, and not to mention the chipped paint that he seemed to just never fully get rid of. You didn’t know how he could operate something that big, you preferred a small ship to maneuver around more easily.

“I’m guessing the trip to Voss will take a few hours, most likely a night’s trip. I’ll see you when you get there. I’ll send you my com link before we take off.” Mando spoke on the ramp of his ship. You nodded as you walked up to your ship, heading inside once the ramp was down for you. After closing your ramp, you headed up to the cockpit, waiting for the com link Mando was sending you. Mando put all of his guns back into his armory and made his way up the ladder to the cockpit. Sitting in the pilots seat he secured a communication line for the two of you to use. He hesitated to press the button and send it to you, he doesn’t know exactly why though, there were a few reasons. For some odd reason he trusted you more than anyone in the guild because he knew that you were an honest hunter. He shook himself out of his thoughts and flipped the switch to send you the com link. After hearing the familiar beep, you pressed it.

“I got it. I’ll keep it saved as a safe line but I’m going to stay on mute until we get there.” You said rather quickly into the com, you did not want to make small talk right now. All you wanted was to get to hyperspace and sleep for a little while. You didn’t wait for his response before pressing the mute button and sinking comfortably in your seat.

“Well, here goes nothing.”

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[mooncademia]

Wishes Do Come True — PART 2.

PAIRING ~  Aizawa Shouta/reader  [Undercover heroes! inspo by bnha Vigilantes!]

GENRE ~ fluff

SUMMARY ~ Being an undercover cop has always been second nature to you, but after being paired up with Aizawa Shouta, your heart begins to wander slightly off track. With an unexpected occasion coming up, you’ve realized that you really are falling for the angler-hero. Cue the butterflies!

AUTHOR’S NOTE ~ Part 2 of wdct is here!!! I honestly love this part with all my heart and I hope you all like it as well. I have fulfilled my daydream’s request 😌 Enjoy reading!! 

Ps: this story is inspired by BNHA Vigilantes, and includes two minor characters (no spoilers) but just a heads up! 

Here is Part 1 ! 

*Buzz buzz!*

You checked your phone:  

[Momo]

— Sorry, Y/N! 😣🙏🏼 I have a meeting tonight but we DEFINITELY need to meet up another day for sure. Happy Birthday! I love you~!

You turned off your phone and groaned as you fell back to your couch. That was the fourth cancellation from one of your friends.

Today was the day before your birthday and you planned to invite some friends over for an exciting birthday countdown. However, your expectations did not meet your reality after your last friend canceled. You stared at your phone’s black screen.

You understood your friends’ reasoning of course, but you had to admit: you felt a bit disappointed knowing that you are going to spend another birthday by yourself…again. You didn’t 100% mind since you have always been the independent type ever since you moved to Tokyo away from your parents by yourself. You knew how to take care of yourself and you knew your responsibilities—it shaped the person you are now today!

You sat up and crossed your legs together. You wore a pair of high-waisted flared jeans with a long creamed colored turtle neck. You covered your face with your hair that has been let down (and slightly styled for the special occasion) and you tapped on your vintage black block-heeled boots. You rested your chin on your hand as you stared at the birthday cake that sat on the coffee table in front of you in which you had prepared for yourself. The plan was to gather all your loved ones around as you blow out the candles when the clock strikes midnight but…you knew that won’t be happening.

This definitely sucked.

You sighed with a tinge of sadness but shook your head out of your solemn daze.

Snap out of it! It is only a few hours until I’m one year older today and I can’t spend my last day like this. You forced a smile to yourself.

So what you had to spend your birthday alone? Actually, maybe it is better off this way—you’ve been so busy with missions and meetings, today you could actually spend a few hours to yourself in peace before you get back into work.

Hope rose as you planned out other things to do. A walk around the neighborhood to clear your mind, maybe? You got up and gathered your things: your keys on the door hook, your black blazer sitting on your couch, and your black purse on the dining table. A good brisk evening walk will make you feel better you thought to yourself.

But as you prepared to turn your doorknob, your doorbell rang.

Huh? You questioned yourself as you made your way to the door, wondering who could it be since all your friends already informed you about their notice.

You opened the door only to see a man in all black attire and gray scarf dangling around his neck. His half-lidded eyes looked up to yours and you sputtered out in surprise. “Aizawa?”

He responded with a grumpy grunt, as always, with his hands tucked into his pockets.

“What are you doing here?” You asked.

You didn’t call Aizawa to come over because you knew too well that he found public celebrations (or maybe any celebrations at all) a bit displeasing. Plus, since it was a day off, you thought you should let him get his rest.

Yet here he was, standing in front of you, looking at your neatly readied clothes and the black purse slung on your shoulder and realizing that you were just about to head out.

You noticed him peer over your shoulder, darting his sight at the empty living room behind you.

“No one’s here?” He responded instead. His voice sounded surprised and you turned your head behind you following his gaze, staring at your cold empty living room in which the only sign that people will know that it would be a birthday celebration was from your cake that was randomly propped on your coffee table.

This is embarrassing you thought to yourself.

“Oh…uhm yeah, things didn’t really work out as I planned…” you said, your voice slowly going quiet when you finished. You let out a deep sigh.

You probably didn’t hide your sorrow well enough because as you turned to look back at Aizawa, his expression flashed a concerned look. He let out a puff of air, almost like a scoff, and stepped into your house without your proper invitation. He walked over to your couch and randomly began packing your birthday cake back to its designated box, along with tucking in some red candles that you placed beside.

Your mind barely fully registered what he was doing. “Aizawa, I’m guessing you came for my birthday, and I am by far very much grateful, but what the HECK are you doing to my birthday cake?”

“You’re sad. Even if you go out, you’ll come back to an empty room.”

“Gee, thanks for reminding me.”

He walked towards you. “Come on… let’s go celebrate your birthday together then. Somewhere else, it’ll be…fun,” he said, carefully rolling out the last word “fun” as if the word was completely foreign to him.

You looked back at him in astonishment. You know Aizawa almost never volunteers to do things like this, but you could see it in his stone-cold eyes that he meant every word he said. Your heart stupidly fluttered at his invitation and you locked your elbows cheekily with his, causing him to widen his eyes for just a few seconds from your quick action, but then smile softly when he saw you blush.

“Well then sir,” you said sarcastically in a low voice, pushing away all sad thoughts. “I guess you have a destination then! Lead the way!”

And with that, you both walked down the streets of your house, shoulder-to-shoulder. The sky was getting dark and the yellow street lights glowed softly as you two passed. You lived near a train station so you could occasionally hear the train bustling away ahead of you. The two of you walked in silence for a moment and well…despite the unplanned occasion, you were really grateful Aizawa actually came; definitely surprised at first but his soft side (that he will probably never admit!) snatched your heart yet again.

The two of you continued to walk down through the neighborhood until you came across a familiar street.

“The Hotta Brother’s shop?” You questioned when you turned at a corner.

“Yeah,” Aizawa said in a husky voice.

Ok, to be perfectly honest: you weren’t really sure how the Hotta Brother’s Cafe was going to turn your birthday into an occasion, but you didn’t really care at that point.

Once the two of you walked towards to shop, you saw the “CLOSING” sign hung up on the door.

You pointed at the sign. “Oh…?”

“It’s okay, I have a key.” Aizawa pulled out a key from his pocket and opened the door with a sharp click.

“Do the brothers know you have their key?”

“Of course,” he replied. Then he grinned at you. “They just forgot that I haven’t returned it to them yet.”

You put your hands on your hips and shook your head in disbelief. “Eraser, you sly sly man.”

“Surprised?” He said with a wicked grin.

You smirked. “Not the least bit.”

You flicked the switch of the lights once you entered the shop. It was actually still remodeling and there were actually cardboard boxes everywhere—not exactly screaming “SPECIAL OCCASION” in your head.

You were about to sit down on the chair that you usually sit whenever you had one of your morning undercover meetings, but Aizawa stopped you with a raise of his hand and told you to follow him.

In the far back of the cafe, there were stairs that led up to the second floor that you didn’t know. Usually in meetings, you just sit on your reserved table (which consists of two wooden stools and a green camping crate placed in the middle which served as the table, fancy amirite?!) The two of you walked up to the stairs which led to an eerie empty room that made you raise a brow, but then you saw where Aizawa was walking towards to.

The second floor led right outside to a patio and once you spotted it, you sucked in a breath. The patio ramp wasn’t too low nor too high, and it was those ramps that had wide bars, allowing you to see the whole neighborhood along with the beautiful evening-blue sky that stared above you.

Aizawa set down your cake on a table and swung open the patio door. Before stepping outside he muttered a ‘wait a minute', and quickly darted down the stairs only to come back up with a large gray blanket and wait…was that his yellow sleeping bag?

“Oh Eraser, don’t tell me you literally take naps at Hotta’s Shop?”

“Of course I take naps here.” He shrugged casually as if that was the most ordinary thing. He laid the large blanket along with his yellow sleeping bag down out on the patio and invited you to sit. You sat down with your legs crossed and Aizawa carefully pulled out the cake, setting it on top of the box for good height.

The two of you were seated facing each other, with the small cake separating you both.

You leaned your head against the patio railing and Aizawa stared up at the late evening sky.

It was quiet for a moment, but the two of you didn’t mind. There were birds chirping even at this late of an hour and the two of you enjoyed the cooling breeze and neighborhood view.

“Hey,” you said, breaking the silence, your voice coming out almost as a whisper.

You stared at the cake in front of you. It was a vanilla strawberry cake with whipped cream frosting—your favorite kind and it was a tradition to buy this kind of cake on your birthday.

You looked up at Aizawa.

“Thank you…” You began. “For this. For…for actually coming here to celebrate my birthday with me. You know, when I realized no one could make it this evening, I was a bit devastated, and well, you came along and it really…” You shined a smile at him. “It really meant a lot, so thanks.”

He nodded and shrugged. “It’s nothing really. It’s almost your birthday, it’s a celebration ought to be celebrated with the person, right? Plus…you seemed quite disappointed at the empty room…” He said generously, the last few words coming out as a tiny mutter. The moment felt warm and a few times while sitting down, you had to remind yourself that this wasn’t an undercover act, nor was it a false persona you two were trying to pretend to be.

This was genuine. This was authentic.

You beamed happily, forever touched at his statement. “Thank you.”

“Anytime.” He smiled at you—the kind of smile that makes your heart skip a beat and wonder internally how handsome he can possibly get.

You stared down at your cake and reached out to tucked the candles carefully through the thick puffy cream. The night was getting darker now but thankfully the streetlights were able to cast some light through the patio. Aizawa flicked a match to light the candles and the two of you sang happy birthday (mainly you because Aizawa was too embarrassed to sing, how cute you thought!).

You stared at the now lighted candles. Watching the fire made your eyes soft and so you shut them and folded your hands together to make a wish. Aizawa stared at you closely, watching your peaceful expression as the flames danced in the air. You grew quiet, making a wish and when you opened your eyes, you blew all the candles out in a single blow.

“What did you wish for?” Aizawa asked curiously as you cut him a piece of cake.

You squinted your eyes at him. “I can’t tell you that! Or else it won’t come true.” You teased, taking a bite of the cake. Even though you buy the same exact cake every birthday, the taste never failed to disappoint you. The cream blended with the cake ever so perfectly, having the perfect balance of sweetness. You darted your eyes at Aizawa and you were pleased that he seemed to enjoy the cake as well. While you ate, you began to talk to him about your day and how you have been feeling lately—from miscellaneous troubles to simple pleasures of life.

“Don’t you think ice cream tastes better when the weather is cold?” You pointed out as you took another bite of the cake, your fork dangling on your lips.

“How so?” Aizawa asked. He laid his back against the railing with his elbows propped up.

“Hmm…” you tapped the fork on your lips pondering. “I don’t know, maybe it’s because it isn’t melting on the road, or it soothes the sore throat.”

“Y/N, I don’t think that’s a logical reasoning.” He replied coldly which only made you burst out laughing.

You sigh happily. “Ah, you and your logical reasonings,” you pointed your fork at him. “One day, you’ll get what I mean!”

You continued on talking about your life, even getting deep into some parts of your childhood life that you have never told anyone. But somehow, it didn’t feel weird or uncomfortable at all. In fact, it felt strangely right.

Sometimes you’ll stop mid-talk, questioning if you are hogging all the conversation to yourself, but whenever you do, Aizawa nudges you to continue with a “Go on” or “Continue, I want to know what happened” comment. And so you continue on, knowing he was listening intently with his nods and eye contact. You will ask him questions about his life and he will share his own life, not as detailed as yours, but enough to make you feel more personally connected with him.

——————

You closed the now empty cake box and cleaned up the plates, putting them aside. You sat comfortably on the blanket and you realized how late it was when you looked up. You could see the fluorescent moon peeking above the sky, but the streetlights illuminated the area just enough that you could still see clearly.

A cold breeze flushed over you, tickling the back of your neck as you rubbed your gloveless hands together. Aizawa noticed you shivering just a bit and adjusted his seat so he’s sitting right next to you. You initially thought it wouldn’t make a difference but you could feel a warm heat radiating off his body. You muttered a small thank you and Aizawa responded with a grunt and a nod.

Your cheeks started to feel warmer and warmer as you observed the handsome outlines of his face next to you—his hair was down, hanging attractively on his hero gray scarf. You opened your mouth about to say something.

You had something in your mind that you’ve been wanting to say for a pretty long time. And usually, you will tuck these thoughts away in your mind telling yourself that they are way too silly.

But ever since the last undercover mission in Tokyo…you’ve felt different. Like something has just finally clicked in your head.

Though, on the other hand, you debated to yourself whether if it is a good idea to say the thing that has been lingering in your mind.

What if he freaks out, or gets mad? You wonder to yourself but you blinked your eyes to sway those thoughts away.

The moment felt right. It was a sensation you couldn’t quite describe or explain, but you knew deep down in your heart that it’ll be okay.

“Hey,” you turned your head to him. “I have something I’ve been wanting to say, for a while now actually.”

You propped your knees up, you almost felt like hugging them but you didn’t want to act immature or too childish because you were serious. You were an undercover cop, a confession won’t bite!

You took a deep breath and looked at him in the eye and he nodded at you to continue.

“I……like you,” you confessed slowly, paying deadly close attention to Aizawa’s facial expression. You could hear your heartbeat drumming in your ears and everything felt like it was going in slow motion.

Aizawa raised his eyebrows in surprise and then closed his eyes, his original calm facade slowly returning.

Your heartbeat stopped, confused at his calm reaction. You wondered to yourself if you literally messed up right then and there.

But Aizawa then looked at you.

“I like you too, Y/N.”

You opened your mouth but then shut it at once when you caught the tone of his voice. His tone was almost too casual and you questioned if he actually got the message you were trying to give.

Oh gosh, did he really misinterpret what I was saying?

“Aizawa Shouta,” you patted his knee almost mother-like as you leaned closer. “As much as I love your logical and rational brain and how amazingly useful it is, I don’t mean just like, I mean like… LIKE-like— oh god this is not going so—oh!”

Before you could even finish your sentence, Aizawa lifts up your chin, leaned forward, and crashed his lips against yours. The surprised made you jump, completely shell-shock as your eyes widened. But sooner or later, you melted in almost immediately. The vanilla-creamed birthday cake tasted so much sweeter in his mouth and you instantly melted. It was a soft, delicate kiss and you felt a new chill down your spine. The kiss was delicate yet full of passion. Sensitive yet not so sensitive. You closed your eyes, feeling his warm touch but then opened them when he parted away.

This wasn’t a dream.

This was no undercover act.

This was real.

Did Aizawa just kiss me? The thought raced in your mind when you opened your eyes, your heartbeat pounding uncontrollably violently in your chest.

Aizawa leaned back with a smile on his lips. But it wasn’t the kind of smile that was sweet and innocent, it was a cocky one. The one that exerted dominance and passion, and you stared at him in disbelief.

There were so many things you wanted to say but your mind moved faster than your mouth and when you two parted, the only thing you could blurt out was a confused “Huh?”

Aizawa chuckled, his eyes flashing with vibrancy and happiness. He leaned forward to tuck a fallen strand of hair behind your right ear.

“Y-you like like me?” You asked in such a high and dumb pitch you wished you could think before you opened your mouth.

“If that kiss didn’t convince you enough, do you want another one?” He said ever so smoothly and calming.

A true freakin’ tease.

“I like you a lot, Y/N,” he said to you. “I thought you knew, I tried to give hints.”

“Hints?” You sputtered out with a laugh combined. “Eraser, I’m not quite sure I remember receiving any hints.”

As much as you knew Aizawa’s personality and attitude, you couldn’t read his emotional mind, and the thought of him trying to make moves made you giggle.

“Then maybe next time I ought to try harder then,” he advised.

You leaned forward and gave him an impulsive kiss on the lips again and put your palm over his hand.

“There won’t be a next time, but I’m…I’m so glad.” You smiled at him, you almost felt your eyes tearing up, not quite yet believing that this is real but at the same time, feeling a sense of remarkable relief and glee.

“Me too,” he replied, mirroring your expression with a grin.

You were overwhelmed with joy and euphoria, your head barely even processing that this was actually happening, but you didn’t want to miss any bit. And with that thought, you grabbed his black shirt gently and pulled him down for another kiss. But this kiss was different: there was a hint of lust, eagerness perhaps, but Aizawa kissed you back ever so passionately and you could feel a smile on his lips as you both pulled away, breathing slightly bit heavier.  

After the kiss, the two of you leaned back with backs against the patio door, and you laid your head on Aizawa’s shoulder staring at the night sky and full moon. It was silent, but there was this warm tingling energy surrounding you two, you didn’t need spoken words to make you feel this wonderful.

“What do you want to do now?” Aizawa asked beside you.

You intertwined your fingers with his and smiled at him. “Hmm… let’s just stay here for now, look at the moon, enjoy the quiet.” You cuddled up next to Aizawa, making him tensed at first but seeing your comforting smile, he wrapped you around his arm gently. This is why he liked you. You didn’t need anything extra or any wild excitement to please you. Instead, what pleased you the most was the mundane things—the simple ones. Nature, late-night talks, or randomly sitting out on the patio this late evening eating a birthday cake as you stared at the now starry sky.

“Thank you for the best birthday gift ever.” You added softly.

“Oh,” Aizawa said as he reached down his pocket and pulled out a small black box. “I almost forgot, here’s your birthday present.”

“Eh? You got me a present?” You saw Aizawa nodded and you sat straight up excitingly.

You carefully opened the black box and gasped in shock.

It was a watch.

Not just any watch, a very beautiful, dainty, vintage watch—with a golden oval rim and a dark brown leather strap. The numbers of the clock were in roman numerals and the hands had a unique vintage touch to it.

The kind of style you loved.

How did you know? You wondered in astonishment as you took the watch out of its casing and wrapped it around your left wrist immediately.

You awed.

It was so beautiful and touching and you reached your hand out to the sky, admiring the new accessory fully. How did Aizawa even find these kinds of vintage watches? They were a real rarity in Japan, not exactly something you go out and instantly spot. The last one you had was gifted to you by your mother, and it not only cost quite a bit but it took her weeks to actually find a genuine vintage watch.

The thought of that made your cheeks burn as you realized how much time Aizawa actually invested and cared.

“Aizawa,” You exclaimed. “Oh my goodness, thank you so much. How did- When did-“

You let out a breath, words couldn’t even explain how touched you were.

“You like it?” Aizawa said almost embarrassingly. You saw a tint of pink on his cheeks and you gaped.

“Like it? I LOVE it! This is perfect, truly. How can I ever return the favor?”

“A kiss perhaps?” He shrugged.

You smiled at him and leaned forward to share another passionate kiss. A soft thank you passed your lips as you parted away.

And as if by unspoken agreement, the two of you laid together, backs against the patio door but snuggled up by his old yellow sleeping bag that settled on top of your laps. You rested your head on his shoulder, staring at the night sky.

The two of you just stayed like that: cuddling up underneath the stars, talking about the most random things, enjoying each other’s warmth. A few times, you’ll glance at your new watch and admire it from a distance with Aizawa’s laugh in the background, being so relieved that you liked it.

And after a while, silence enters, but it wasn’t the tiniest bit awkward or uncomfortable. You actually really enjoyed it. It felt as if time stopped and you could enjoy the simple things of life peacefully. You could hear Aizawa’s rhythmic heartbeat and feel his chest go up and down from his breathing. You stared at the moonlight peaking through the faded clouds, and with the dim light and the presence of Aizawa next to you, your eyelids grew heavier and you eventually slowly drifted to an unexpected sleep.

—————

You woke up with three figures standing right in front of you, but with the sun hitting so brightly, your mind couldn’t fully process who exactly was there. You groaned a little bit, your back aching from the position you were in. You squinted at the bright sunshine hitting down on you.

Your neck was comfortably propped up by a soft pillow and your body was covered by not only Aizawa’s sleeping bag also another soft quilted blanket.

How you managed to get under a blanket and a pillow? You had no idea. Maybe Aizawa prepared it, but it was then you realized that you were wrapped under his arm and he was still snoring softly, ignoring the commotion that was clearly happening.

You nudged him softly and he gently released you, squinting his eyes just a tiny bit from the light. The sight made your heart awed. His bed-headed black raven hair covered his face in the cutest way possible.

But when your mind finally made out the figures standing right above you, you gasped in shock.

Your cheeks flushed. “Jiro! Ichiro! Oh…we fell asleep, I-“

“My god, you’ve been here all night?” Jiro Hotta exclaimed with his arms crossed and his brother, Ichiro Hotta shaking his head in disbelief next to him.

Yup, it couldn’t get any more embarrassing from here.

You widened your eyes and shook your hands wildly. “We just came here to talk and we sort of just fell asleep, but that’s it.”  

“Kissed a couple times,” Aizawa muttered with his eyes still closed.

Both men gasped in shock.

You glared back at Aizawa next to you and you could see a sly smile creeping up his face. Clearly, despite not being a morning person, he managed to let those specific words slip out of his mouth just like that.

You glared at the man beside you. “Aizawa, NOT helping!”

The patio door was wide opened and you swore the Hotta Brothers’ eyes could pop out in minute now given their shock expression.

Jiro Hotta closed his eyes and shook his head with a palm on his forehead and said, “Wait wait wait, let me get this straight. The two of you barged into our shop, walked into our second floor, and stayed here all night?”

“AND YOU TWO KISSED?!?!” Ichiro Hotta looked at Aizawa who was still comfortably snuggled up beside you snoring softly.

You palmed the back of your neck and smiled wearily. “Uhm…kinda like that?”

“KINDA?!” The Hotta Brothers exclaimed in unison.

Ichiro Hotta stomped his foot. “Our shop is a second-hand shop—“

“Didn’t you guys also used to trade illegal drugs for balding and erectile dysfunction here too?” You pointed out with an eyebrow arched up.

The Hotta brothers gave each other an awkward side-eye. “Uh..THAT'S NOT THE POINT! What I mean is that this is not a place for…” Ichiro shuddered in disgust. “For love-making.”

“We just kissed!”

“Sureee…” Jiro Hotta said sarcastically with a roll of his eyes, truly not convinced by your statement.

Oh boy, you thought. Today was really going to be an interesting day.

—————

It wasn’t long for the Hotta Brothers to scramble back downstairs. After a quick apology from you (you did kind of barged into their shop during the middle of the night) and a cold remark from Aizawa (nothing too threatening! Just a “if you brothers keep making a racket, I swear I will…” He may have slipped a cursed word here and there). But hearing Aizawa’s comment made the Hotta Brothers freeze in their tracks and grumble as they scrambled downstairs, making you slip out a giggle.

The sun shined brightly above you and Aizawa and when peered down at him with his eyes still closed, you smiled.

You scooted your feet under the blanket and crawled under Aizawa’s arm in which he gladly accepted.

Aizawa opened one eye to peek down at you.

“Happy birthday,” he said in a husky, morning voice.

You leaned forward to give him a peck on his cheek. “Why, thank you.”

Aizawa hummed back in response and pulled you closer. The scruffness on his chin tickled your skin which made you giggled out loud. You could feel his warm exhale and you just stared at him from below, admiring all his features once more.

“It's not nice to stare at people, Y/N.” He said with his eyes still closed.

“Well, you are quite the handsome man, how can I not?” You teased.

“Rrrreally.”

“Really.” You confirmed.

You pulled him closer and rested your head on his chest. The sun was bright and warm and you could hear the chirping of the birds and the shuffling of shoes below on the sidewalk. Everything was just right.

You smiled happily and closed your eyes, but it wasn’t for long for Aizawa to shift his body and begin placing kisses on your neck, making you giggle once more from the ticklelish touch.

*Buzz buzz!*

Aizawa abruptly stopped and you reached over to the side to grab your phone. You pressed the home button to find a notification from Officer Tsukauchi.

“Oh, it’s an update from Tsukauchi.” You announced.

You swiped your phone to read the text message.

[Tsukauchi]

— This Tuesday’s mission is at Ikebukuro station, but slight switch of plans.

— We might need to do the couple's persona again instead of the sales act.

You smiled when you read the text as you sat up with Aizawa.

“It seems like this week’s mission, we gotta be couples again.” You said with a wink.

Aizawa let out a breath from his nose and gently leaned over, making you fall on your back with a cute yelp. He locked your wrists above your head and peered down at you with a wicked smile on his face.

“Well, that will be quite easy,” he said to you from above.

You gave out a charming laugh and smiled. “It sure will. Now, just kiss me already.”

With that, Aizawa leaned down to give you a kiss on the lips. It was romantic in all ways possible, but it wasn’t too long until the Hotta Brothers came back up with coffee in their hands and cursed out loud a “WHAT THE ACTUAL-!!” when they saw you on your back with Aizawa hovering over you as you both kissed. You were sure half of the coffee was spilled to the ground.

“Happy Birthday, Y/N” Aizawa murmured to you, ignoring the brothers inside.

Happiness bubbled inside you as you melted in his words.

So maybe birthday wishes do come true.

As you stared into his eyes, you realized now is a moment for bliss. Perhaps more cuddling and kissing ahead, along with inexorable shouting from the Hotta Brothers, but you wouldn’t want to celebrate your birthday any other way.

This was already…perfect.

A/N: After reading Vigilantes, I love the Hotta Brothers so freakin’ much, they are such a humorous duo! And of course, we all love Aizawa’s rational-minded butt ;) Ever so thankful to all who read WDCT pt. 2, please don’t hesitate to comment or leave a message! I swear I’m sending a virtual hug to every one of you who took the time to read this fic 😭💞  Have a wonderful day everyone, and stay safe! 

#shouta aizawa #shouta aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta x reader #aizawa #aizawa shouta #aizawa shouta imagine #aizawa shouta imagines #bnha #bnha imagines #boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia imagines #bnha imagine #mha #my hero academia #my hero academia imagines #mha imagines #mha imagine #aizawa x reader #eraserhead x reader #aizawa x oc #eraserhead x oc #eraserhead x you #reader x aizawa #shouta aizawa imagine #shouta aizawa imagines #shouta aizawa fluff #aizawa fluff #aizawa shouta fluff #bnha aizawa #bnha eraserhead

[fictionliv-ing]

Akatsuki in College

Deidara:

First year art major with a minor in sculpture. That guy in the back of the class who seems like he does nothing but laze around. He’s actually really talented and aces every single class he’s in. Spends majority of his time in the sculpting room, so much that his friends have to come in and bring him food, just to make sure he eats well. It comes as no surprise to other art majors to see freshman Tobi skip into the sculpting room to bring Deidara an entire meal and multiple bottles of water. Most of his sculptures resemble woodland creatures, his personal favorites being birds and spiders. Sometimes like to set them on fire in the quadrangle for no reason at all.

When he’s not working on a sculpture for class, he can be found in the dorms where he’s probably animatedly debating with his roommate Sasori over the true meaning of art. Sometimes their arguments get so boisterous and explosive that their neighbor Pein has to poke his head in and yell at them to shut up. He secretly admires Sasori’s robots, anyway.

Sasori:

Postgraduate chemical engineering major with a minor in robotics. A silent worker. Slouches in his seat a lot, so even if he’s seated in the front row, no one realizes that he’s in their class until two months into the semester. One of the smartest kids in class, but not the easiest to work with because he scares everyone else away; definitely not a team player. One of the handful of graduate students that chose to dorm on campus because he’d hate to waste time commuting home everyday. Likes to make little robot prototypes for future projects in his spare time. Has had to stop himself from slipping some poison into Deidara’s drink about 328742374 times- but in his defense, it’s not his fault that the kid believes in all the wrong views of art.

Doesn’t really have time to socialize, but he does have time to spy on his long-time enemy, university researcher and biochemistry professor Orochimaru. He will never forget the day Orochimaru gave him the only B+ he’s ever gotten in his life. Unforgiveable. Despite being rather antisocial, he’s taken a liking to his neighbor’s friend Itachi, but maybe that’s because Itachi once proved Orochimaru wrong during one of the latter’s special classes in research ethics.

Itachi:

Third year philosophy major. Campus heartthrob. Always gets teased by his friends, Hidan and Kisame, for being so popular with the ladies, even though he’d rather just study quietly in the library. Occasionally gets dragged out by Kisame to go shopping for sports equipment, or Hidan, who wants to party.

Incredibly smart and analytical. Is always at the top of every class. Gives the best presentations, writes perfect papers, fully immerses himself in lectures- professors light up when they see Itachi walk into their classroom. Has everyone wrapped around his finger, though he never abuses it. Very kind and respectful. Is the type to quietly help others out, always patiently explaining confusing concepts to his classmates and catching nearby strangers when they clumsily trip over their own feet. The only one in his friend group that doesn’t stay at the dorms; he goes home after class every day (to the disappointment of his many fangirls) and spends his evenings helping his brother with his math homework.

Kisame:

Postgraduate sports science major. Founder of the campus swimming team. He’s big and bulky and likes to coach the swim team sometimes. The freshmen are all scared of him, but he’s the reason why they end up so great. While he’s not coaching the younger students, he’s catching up on his readings, writing his papers, and convincing Itachi to accompany him in buying new swimming trunks.

Likes talking to his roommate Pein and hearing about his microbiology ideas, and is somehow always able to make a connection with his own field of study. Occasionally comes up with research topics that they can work on together, but never actually pushes through with them because of Pein’s busy schedule. Sometimes falls victim to Hidan’s shirtless horny dancing during parties, and has to help Itachi drag Hidan home.

Hidan:

Third year theology major. Not the biggest fan of studying; he’s honestly surprised to have made it this far just by borrowing notes and copying off of his classmates here and there. He’s taking theology because he wants a better understanding of the deities that rule this earth and to find someone in this universe to look up to and worship. Despite the stereotypical ‘good boy’ standard that comes with being a theology major, Hidan isn’t shy about defying the stereotype. He’s everyone’s dealer and is that guy on campus who’ll have a thermos full of alcohol instead of water. Has incredibly high alcohol tolerance, though it doesn’t take him much to start acting crazy. Always present at every party. Takes “the party don’t start ‘till I walk in” phrase quite literally. If you think you’re having fun at a party, you haven’t partied with Hidan yet. “Yet” because you’re bound to at some point.

Likes to drag Itachi around to parties because he knows that Itachi’s not the drinking type, so Hidan can rely on him to drive him home safely. Teases Itachi for being popular with the ladies and goes out of his way to steal his friend’s fangirls for himself. Likes to take off his shirt randomly (he claims it’s a flirting technique.), much to Itachi and Kisame’s dismay, but Hidan’s never shy about it because his self confidence is that high.

Kakuzu:

Former finance professor. He retired years ago, but he contributed so much to the university’s finance department that he often gets invited to hold classes and lectures. Reluctantly goes to give talks to lesser minds. Would rather be balancing his books at home instead. Still invests in stocks and bonds and that kind of shit, he’s all about making money. Wants to be buried with his money when he dies (like, with the money inside his coffin, and not just in the ground with him- he specified it in his will). Never got married, because they didn’t allow him to marry his bank account.

Pein:

Postgraduate microbiology major. Dorms with Kisame, who talks a lot about the inner workings of sports science (it actually helps him look at his field of study in a different perspective so he doesn’t mind Kisame’s blabbering). Focuses his papers on cloning and stuff like that because he wants to successfully clone humans one day. Doesn’t know why….he just finds it cool.

Close friends with Nagato and Konan, though he spends most of his time in the library or in his dorm room, always studying. Konan and Nagato like to drop by sometimes to bring food and convince him to take a break. Lives right next door to Deidara and Sasori who argue a lot, so he ends up leaving his room just to yell at them to shut up. Pein values his study time like no other- he just wants to master everything and successfully prove that his brain is better than everyone else’s.

Konan:

Postgraduate design major. The living embodiment of “Aestheticism is the only thing worth pursuing.” Has a very strong grunge aesthetic, her closet is a combination of black, grey, navy, and maroon. Likes to color her hair a lot; some days she’ll be a redhead, then the next week, she’ll have hair the color of the sky on a rainy day. Because of this, she’s developed an extensive haircare routine, so her hair is always healthy. Dorms with Nagato, as they’ve been close friends since time immemorial, and often gets mistaken for being his girlfriend. Their neighbor Hidan likes to tease them about being sexually active together, and her only response is to blush madly and hit the side of his head hard enough to make him shut up.

Spends her time creating pieces to add to her portfolio and attending art workshops. At one point, she meets Deidara and is immediately intrigued by his sculptures. He invites her to visit the sculpting room and encourages her to try her hand at the medium. She discovers she doesn’t care much for stone and marble, but has fun working with malleable pieces of clay. This sparks her interest in origami and paper art. Nagato now comes home to a dorm full of paper cranes and paper butterflies.

Nagato:

Postgraduate philosophy major with a minor in world history. He likes to think about the rights and wrongs and many faces of the world. Befriends Itachi after meeting at a lecture and have been keeping in touch since then, talking about the flaws of this world. At some point, Itachi starts asking him for feedback on his papers and he becomes Itachi’s mentor. The Reason why Itachi is absolutely slaying his classes is because he gets advice from Nagato on how to improve his papers and make them So Good that his professors give him nothing less than an A.

Is roommates with Konan, who has been his best friend ever since they were small and adorable (he still thinks she’s small and adorable, though he would never admit that out loud.). Grunts in indifference and looks away whenever Hidan teases him and Konan about being together, and it’s only thanks to his long, red hair that his burning ears stay hidden. Always has shit to say about that kid during his weekly get-togethers with Konan and Tobi.

Tobi: 

Freshman psychology major. He decided to study psychology for fun and enrolled after getting his masters in management, which is why he’s older than all of his classmates. Doesn’t stop him from acting younger than his actual age, though. Likes to follow Deidara around (Deidara has a theory that Tobi only enrolled in psychology to learn how to effectively annoy people.) and marvel at his art.

Shares a dorm with Hidan, whose reactions are really funny, so Tobi makes sure to play lost and lots of pranks on his roomie. Always forgets that Hidan can get quite explosive when angered, and ends up having to run away from his roommate’s airborne kitchen knives. Befriends Nagato, and in extension, Konan as well. They like to spend Friday nights out together, usually at a chill bar, where they drink more than the appropriate amount of sake and complain about their neighbors, Deidara, Hidan, and Sasori (Kisame’s good, Kisame’s nice, they say.).

#college au #college!akatsuki #akatsuki #naruto #deidara #sasori #itachi #uchiha #kisame #hoshigaki #hidan #kakuzu #pein #pain #konan #nagato #tobi #sasuke #kakashi #hatake #sakura #haruno #uzumaki #shippuden #college #senpai

[black-streak]

Perfectly Planned

Saturday's Alright snippet written for @witchsblackfox

This... Definitely wasn't what I think either of us were expecting, but I got started on it and it just took a life of its own. Apparently my mind decided Tim was too devious for a straight forward fight over this with Bruce. And also too sentimental to not get caught up in the moment instead of reveling in his victory. Oh well, hope you like it!

~---~

The second Bruce told him that he planned to propose to Selina, a mischievous glimmer to his eyes, Tim came to an abrupt realization. He needed to beat him to the punch.

Tim knew for quite some time that Marinette was it for him. There was no maybes or ifs and buts. She was it. He loved her with everything he had and wanted to spend the rest of their lives together. He's known that since they began this relationship. Since she took a bullet for him and stood between him and his family.

Better yet, he knew the feeling was mutual. For once in his life he felt he could securely say that someone loved him unconditionally and would never abandon him no matter what came their way. No fake deaths. No lies for the others safety. No false promises. The two loved each other fully without waver. 

It was only a matter of time before they decided to get the law involved and make their claims on each other known to the world.

The problem was that he knew they'd never hear the end of it if his adoptive father married her figurative cat mom. As unrelated as they obviously were and even with Selina only calling Mari her kitten in a motherly claim, the issue stood. The two marrying would lead to endless teasing over him dating his figurative sister. And Bruce obviously knew this.

That… was not something he was willing to deal with. So the race against the clock was on. Tim needed to propose to Mari and marry the woman of his dreams before Bruce could work up the nerve to ask Selina. And knowing Selina, she would be offended if Bruce piggybacked off Tim's proposal or took the spotlight off her kitten's moment or special day. So as long as he proposed first, they were in the clear.

It took very little time to set up. As horrific as buying a ring for a literal fashion powerhouse sounded, it actually made this easier. Marinette had always been forthcoming with her opinions on everything fashion related. He knew exactly what she did and didn't like from bands to stones and gems to cuts and sizing. Ordering the ring took more time then he felt comfortable with, but he refused to let timing get in the way of creating the perfect ring. Marinette was anything but traditional and straightforward and her ring deserved to reflect this. 

Three silver bands twisted together intricately with moonstones and tiny diamonds peaking out between the folds. The bands themselves had softly engraved swirls stretching across them to give texture and movement. He already knew she would end up picking sunstones for his own band to contrast.

...

Waiting for the email to pick up the ring threw his anxiety through the roof, to the point his family took notice.

"Alright, I'll bite. What are you hyperfixating on so much? You didn't even bitch when I stole your drink," Jason spoke up next to him from where he leaned up against the counter. Tim glanced over towards the bedroom.

"She left an hour ago," Jason raised an eyebrow in disbelief, "something about fabric."

"I'm waiting for an email."

"And a notification won't cut it? Have to glare down your laptop instead?"

"When did you even get here?"

"You invited me for breakfast, ditz. I helped Mari make it? You even participated by cutting the fruits," Jason teased, though his eyes looked concerned.

"Oh.."

"So the email?"

"Mari's engagement ring should be finished today."

"No shit? That's great, babybird, you're making it official."

"It should be done by now."

Clapping a hand on his shoulder he offered a flippant, "It'll be done when it's done. Can't rush perfection."

Tim grumbled in response.

"You know she'll say yes."

"I know."

"Then what- wait. Didn't Bruce mention possibly proposing to Selina soon?"

Tim slanted his eyes up to his older brother, a smirk working its way up onto his mouth, "it'll be delayed for a while if I have my way."

Jason barked out a laugh, "Your little fox really rubbed off on you. You plan on hijacking his proposal, don't you?"

"You heard Selina, Mari is her kitten. Her only daughter."

"And her mother cat marrying our adoptive father wouldn't work too well for you," the grin on his brother's face grew wider.

"Precisely. So if we marry first, it'll be a matter of our in laws trying to marry each other. Making them the creepy ones."

"You devious little shit. Pixie know you're planning this?"

His face went blank staring off into the distance, prompting Jason to chuckle again.

"Is the pleasure of one upping Batman and Catwoman better than the surprise of being proposed to?"

"I'd tell her if I were you. She seems the type to be on board for this type of scheme, but thinking the proposal had nothing to do with anyone else then finding out it was to beat out your parents afterwards?" Jason rose an eyebrow at him, a deadpan look letting Tim connect his own dots.

"I'll tell Mari tonight."

"Smart bird."

"Tell me what?" Marinette asked, appearing through the front door with bags thrown over her shoulder.

"What have we said about fabric in the house?"

"That it doesn't belong here," she pouted, "I'll drop it off at the studio soon?"

He narrowed his eyes at her and she placed the bags by the door, moving up to him, "Promise?"

He huffed and dragged her into a hug, letting her go to hug Jason in turn. Tim's laptop chose this moment to light up with an email notice. Before he could fully turn around, she turned and peered over his shoulder in curiosity.

"Mon Amour?"

"Yes?"

"Is that?"

"It is."

She squealed in excitement, bouncing lightly in place until he turned so she could smother him in kisses. Suddenly pulling back, she perked up even more.

"What's it look like? Colors? Band type?"

"You'll find out," he smiled softly at her, wrapping his arms securely around her waist 

Jason coughed to grab their attention, "Congratulations."

"Thank you!" She wiggled in place, pleased with this development.

"He's got something else to tell you."

"Oh?" She tilted back to her almost fiance. Fiance! This was so exciting!

"We're crashing Bruce's proposal."

"His… he's planning on proposing to Selina?"

"Soon, yes."

She stood there quietly for a moment, looking at him carefully before nodding, "okay."

"Okay?" Jason asked.

"Okay," she shrugged, "I made a bet with Selina that Tim would propose before Bruce would. Never told her we had already discussed marriage and knew it was inevitable unlike those two."

"You two were made for each other," Jason gave an exasperated groan as Tim laughed.

Glancing back at the email once more, she pulled Tim to her again, kissing him long and deep, thrilled with how soon their engagement was.

"Oh god. Alright, hold on, I'm leaving!" Jason grabbed his jacket and rushed towards the door. "Could you hold off for two fucking seconds?" he called as he caught a glimpse of Mari taking off Tim's shirt and slamming the door behind him.

She giggled against his lips as he pulled her flush against him, "should we celebrate?"

"Mmm."

…

The whole family had been invited over for Sunday night dinner at the Manor, including Selina. Knowing the older man and his desire to include the family in any large changes or decisions, Tim knew this was the night. Bruce planned to propose tonight. While Mari and him had practically become engaged weeks before with his buying of the ring, he hadn't technically proposed or made it family knowledge yet. No one but Jason knew Tim planned to beat the man to the punch and decided to come to dinner for once just to watch the show.

He dressed slightly better than his usual hoodie and ragged jeans in preparation, pulling on a soft gray cowl necked sweater, the neckline crossing down in the front with a  shark tooth closure. Black fitted jeans and boots completed the look. Marinette would appreciate him wearing something she made for him.

Speaking of, she wore a light blue swishy cardigan over a gray top with black jeans and blue lace up booties, having partially coordinated to his own on purpose. 

As the dinner started, food being passed around and the family antics starting up around them, Tim felt a touch of anxiety slip through him only to settle as Mari wrapped her fingers around his, squeezing gently in reassurance. Taking a deep breath, he settled in, noticing a similar tension in Bruce's stance, only no relief came to the man as the courses continued. He had calculated that Bruce would attempt to propose right after dessert was being cleared. Right when family announcements usually began. Tim would propose right after dessert was placed, just close enough to Bruce's to make the man feel cut off, but early enough that dessert could feel celebratory. Which worked perfectly considering he asked Alfred to make pain au chocolats since Marinette never got to enjoy properly made ones anymore. Sure, the pastry didn't quite fit the occasion, but she would appreciate it and that was all cared about.

Alfred came out with dessert and passed it around, squeezing Tim's shoulder gently as he passed and sat beside Jason, wanting to watch his grandson's engagement. Taking a deep breath, he squeezed Marinette's hand softly and lifted from his seat, pushing it back and out of the way to kneel in front of her.

"Ma loutine-"

"Yes!"

"Let me finish," he almost giggled, smile lighting up his face, "My love, you're the most intelligent, ruthless, beautiful person I have ever met. In all the time I've known you, you have been so amazingly considerate and patient with me. Whether it be because I took too long to seek you out or stop your bad habits from taking over to when you return the favor by dragging my idiotic self back home from a work binge or help me with my work when I get caught up in my head. I think back on that night you stumbled into the kitchen and dragged me into the living room at 3 in the morning to watch stupid vines with you as the most wonderful start to anything in my life. And that's exactly what that was, only a start of our time together. I can't fathom the idea of ever parting from you, Ma lutine. So here, in front of the insane, batshit crazy family you'd have to agree to becoming part, which I'm really starting to regret reminding you of, I'm asking you please. Will you marry me?"

She leaned down, tears glittering ever so gently in the corners of her eyes to press a sweet kiss to his lips, whispering, "Yes."

He pressed up into her, pulling the ring out of the box he'd yet to open and slipping it onto her finger before pulling away and smiling widely to his family, "She said yes," he giddily informed to the sound of his family's cheers, excitement and joy bursting through his chest despite knowing she would. It still felt like a revelation to know he got to marry her. It was then she exclaimed, having finally looked down at her ring. She pushed into his lap, regaining his full attention to wrap him up in a hug, "I love it! It's so perfect, Tim, how did you even get this?" She marveled.

"Well show us," Stephanie demanded, Selina beside her, looking over curiously. 

Twisting around, she showed off the ring to the two, Cass whistling in appreciation next to them.

"Well done, Tim. Knew you were a perfectionist, but it surely shines through with your choice," Selina complimented, slipping a few bills into Marinette's hands discretely.

"That was quite a proposal, Tim. Congratulations to the both of you," Bruce offered, a strained smile on his face, not able to hold a grudge against the two with how excited and genuinely happy they looked. After all, it's not like he ever told Tim exactly when he would propose to Selina and he couldn't exactly wait around for Bruce to figure it out.

For now, he'd have to be happy for  them and pray Selina didn't bite his head off for letting two of his sons marry before popping the question himself.

#timinette #timari #ml x dc #Snippet #saturdays alright #may not of participated in Timari week #but hey I wrote something for the pair right? #maribat

[briefololtragedy]

Bleed for me

Pairing: ShiSaku

Rating: M (for violence)

Summary: Shisui didn’t like people touching what was his

for day 3 of shiSaku weekend: Yakuza AU, obsession, You’re mine and only mine @shisakuweek

Also posted on AO3

A pale child laid in a hospital bed. Their skin almost blending into the stark white sheets that encased the bed. A man and woman sat beside the bed holding onto the child’s hand. Tears could be seen streaming down their faces. They spoke sweet nothings into her ear. The young girl could not hear what they were saying. It was hard to distinguish the small fragile body of the girl from the lines going to and from her. She was almost more machine than human at this point.

The click clack of heels could be heard nearing the door. A gentle knock took the couples attention from their child to the woman now in the room.

“Mr and Mrs. Sato, I’m Doctor Sakura Haruno and here to talk to you about Rin.” The married couple grasped onto each other. They stared at the woman before them, waiting on bated breath for good news.

“I am one of the transplant doctors who specialize in pediatric cardiothoracic surgery. Do you mind if I sit as we talk about Ms. Rin?” A gentle smile made its way onto Dr. Haruno’s face as the couple nodded their heads yes.

“As you know Rin was born with hypoplastic left heart syndrome. She has undergone the three stages of repair for her condition, but has now developed complications from not having a 4 chambered heart.” Sakura paused giving time for the parents to process. She always hated these conversations. She glanced at the child laying in the bed. It was likely that good news would not come to this family.

“She has started to develop heart failure in combination with protein losing enteropathy, PLE, as we call it. We do not know the exact reason why some children who have undergone the second or third stage of repair develop this condition. There are some experimental procedures that some surgery centers have tried with little improvement in the patient's condition.” Another pause.

“We are currently pumping the blood through her body artificially with the machine you see. I know when Rin was placed on this they told you what it entails. Her heart is no longer strong enough to function. The machine is giving her lungs a break as well. Right now the best chance Rin has is a heart transplant. She will be near the top of the list in her current state. However, I want you to prepare for the worst case scenario. I am not sure when there will be a donor who matches Rin’s needs…” The words faded into the background for the couple as the sobs overtook them. The doctor placed a hand on the wife’s back rubbing soothing circles. She hoped for a miracle, but life was a cruel bitch.

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The doctor from before was sitting at a bar stool, her petal pink hair cascading down her back. She took a swig of the beer in her hand wanting to erase the day she had. She was dressed to kill with a body hugging backless dress. It was wine red in color, accentuating her alabaster skin. Her green eyes shined like emeralds.

She felt a calloused hands caress her back causing her muscles to twitch. She could smell the alcohol on the individual's breath.

“Aint you a pretty little thing. Let me buy you a drink and you can repay me later.” She had to roll her eyes.

“Beat it. I’m not interested.” She didn’t even bother looking at the man.

“Come on pinky. I can rock your world. You look like you need something stiff.” His laugh grated on her nerves. When he wouldn’t leave her alone, she got up and started to leave. The oaf of a man couldn’t take the hint and grabbed her waist, pulling her to him. She wanted to hurl fron the stench.

“You smell good pinky.” He was starting to rub his nose in her neck. Before she could send her elbow to the man’s skull he was already falling to the ground.

“Ahh!” The drunken idiot now had a foot crushing the bones in his hand. Sakura could hear the crunch of bone from where she was.

“I think the lady told you she wasn’t interested.” A rich baritone voice spoke.

“Oh you just want the bitch for yourself. Find your own. I saw this one first.” The man before her applied more force through his foot, causing the man below him to groan in agony.

“I think it would be best if you leave before something unsightly happens to you.” Sakura knew the man’s fate was dealt the moment he touched her. Sakura already saw a few men in the corner start to move. Once the drunk was up and moving to the exit, he was being followed.

“Was that really necessary, Shisui?” Sakura took the martini from him and started to sip it slowly. She melted when he wrapped his right arm around her. He brought his index finger to her chin and traced her bone structure. Shisui stopped once he was under her chin and turned her face to look at him.

“He was touching what was mine. Don’t forget you’re mine and only mine.” Shisui then sealed their lips together with a kiss.

“Hmm don’t forget you are mine as well.” Shisui smirked. He wouldn’t have it any other way. Shisui would do anything for her. _______________________________

Shisui sat in his leather chair listening to his lackeys talk about different shipments. He really didn’t care at the moment. Sakura was upset about one of her patients. While she told him most things, she always kept her work at arms length from him. Well she tried to for the most part.

When Itachi entered the room Shisui found his back straightening. The glint in Itachi’s eye told Shisui that he was successful in his mission.

“You three leave now.” The three scattered out the door faster than cockroaches clearing ,when a light was turned on. The two waited for the door to close before speaking.

“It appears Sakura has a patient who recently went on the heart transplant list. It's a young girl 8-9 years of age. She has two younger siblings. Mother is an elementary school teacher and father works for a bank. He is a low level teller. The nurses were saying how they don’t think a match will come in on time. Parents are preparing for the worse.”

Shisui leaned onto his clasped hands. “Did you get her blood type and cross matching?”

Itachi smirked and held up a file. “Of course I did. I also tracked down some of the regulars at that bar the two of you go to. I found one who is a match.”

This was just all too perfect.

“You know what to do. Sakura and I will be meeting there for drinks tonight.” Shisui got up from his desk and grabbed his jacket. He was going to kill two birds with one stone. Rid the world of a lowly excuse for a human being and make Sakura happy.

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Shisui had gotten to the bar early to make sure he was sitting in a dark corner. He watched the man go to the bar and order his drink. The bartender glanced his way and Shisui gave a nod. The guy was too busy talking with his friends to see the purple liquid get added to his drink. In just 30-60 minutes the man would lose all inhibitions and fall into the trap.

Itachi was stationed with two others around the bar. The moment Sakura walked into the bar Shisui’s breath escaped his lungs. He could never figure out how she looked so ethereal.

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Sakura snuggled to the man next to her. She buried her nose into his chest. He smelled of sandalwood.

“Hmm where did you go after we got home?” Sakura mumbled as she talked to him. Before he could answer her pager went off. Sakura jumped out of bed and grabbed her phone.

Soon she was kissing Shisui and rushing to get dressed. Shisui just leaned back in their shared bed. Thinking of earlier.

The blade ran up and down the man’s skin. Shisui made sure not to apply enough pressure to cut into the epidermis, at least not yet. The man’s arms and legs were bound to the table immobilizing him.

“Do you know why you are here...What’s your name again?” The man was a sobbing mess.

“K..Ken. Please I have a family.” Anger boiled in Shisui’s veins. He grabbed Ken’s chin, squeezing hard.

“You have a family? Do they know you were at a bar trying to force yourself on women?”

“I’ve never.” A forceful sob caused Ken’s body to jerk violently. Shisui squeezed harder on the man’s jaw. He could feel the bones give under his grip, with a flick of the wrist he jaw gave way.

“What were you doing tonight then? Touching what is mine.” Shisui knew he was not going to get an answer due to the dislocated jaw in his hand.

“Don’t worry your life will mean something once it is ended.” Shisui took his other hand and dug the knife at the base of Ken’s skull. He had read enough of Sakura’s medical textbooks to know the right place to hit to render someone brain dead. Ken would still have his brainstem functions allowing his heart to beat long enough for it to live in another.

In the corner sat Kabuto. While Shisui didn’t agree with his politics, he knew the man could keep a secret. Kabuto also knew better than to cross Shisui. Shisui would not waste any time adding more bodies to the bottom of the ocean.

“You know your part?” Shisui cleaned off his blade.

“Yes. I will take this man to the OR after declaring him brain dead. The nurses will find his organ donor card and alert the transplant team.”

“What are you waiting for? Go.” Shisui wanted to go back home and crawl into his bed. He knew his slumber was going to get distrubed in a few hours with the page Sakura was going to get.

Sakura was running around their bedroom grabbing the nearest article of clothing to dress in. Shisui threw the covers off his body and followed her.

“What are you doing?” Shisui just raised an eyebrow.

“I’ll take you to work so you can rest on the way there. I don’t have work in the morning so I can stay to drive you home.” Shisui melted when he saw her smile. He soon felt arms around his neck and a soft kiss.

“You’re amazing. I can never get over how kind of a husband I have.” Shisui just rested his head on hers before hurrying her to the car.

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He was pacing back and forth. He could see a couple with two young children sitting in the uncomfortable waiting room chairs. Sakura had been in the OR for over 5 hours now. He was lucky she let him sleep in her office, but he was restless. Multiple what if questions ran through his brain. Shisui started chewing on his thumb nail. He ignored the pointed looks from the staff and visitors who passed him.

Shisui propped himself on the wall. He wanted a view of the OR doors when they opened. After another hour or two, the doors finally opened. Sakura’s hair was tucked under her scrub cap and part of her face obscured by her surgical mask, but she still looked stunning. As he watched her walk over to the family Shisui knew it was all worth it.

It just wasn’t tonight that was worth it. He thought back to when he first met his wife. She was a struggling medical student who his little cousin brought over to stitch him up. Shisui was ensnared in her beauty at that moment. She didn’t bat an eyelash when he cursed at her due to the pain. Sakura didn’t care who he was or how he would be taking the mantle of the Yakuza head.

Shisui spent months planning on how he would bump into her. He memorized her schedule, followed her some nights. She became his obsession. His life was consumed by her. He felt like a nervous fool asking her out the first time. They fell into a comfortable rhythm after that. She was always by his side. Shisui found that they shared a lot of the same ideals.

“Shisui did you get any sleep?” Her hand on his shoulder brought him out of his thoughts.

“I got some. Let’s get you home. Was the surgery successful?” He held her close as they walked back to her office.

“It was. Thank you.” Her head rested on his shoulder as they walked.

“No need to thank me.” Shisui found himself against her office wall as she devoured him.

“Without you there would have been no surgery tonight. So thank you. You got Kabuto to help didn’t you?” Well hearing that rat's name killed the mood.

“You said you didn’t want to be involved anymore.” They stood in her office embracing.

“You know it’s best for me to not be involved. Let’s get back home to Hiroyuki, he’ll be missing us.” Sakura was right. Their son would be missing them.

#shisui uchiha #shisui x sakura #shisaku #shisakuweekend082020 #Sakura Haruno #yakuza #SurgeonSakura

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The red X

A/N - I finished! Just an idea I had about entering the world of Don't Starve, so I hope you like it. 

Warning: Some sad/anxious thoughts, english errors? 

Pairing: Not yet, but if I continue with this in the future, it will be Wilson x reader.

Y/n = Your name 

m/d/n = Male dog name

f/d/n = Female dog name

Word count:  2063

Y/N's INFO:

Gender: Cis-Female

Sexuality: Straight

Height: Short

Weight: Not Defined

Skin Color: Not Defined

Hair Color: Not Defined

Eyes Color: Not Defined

Other details? No

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Today was another normal day in my life, just another day at work, leaving home to breathe, taking a stroll through the small town I lived in. It had been about a year since I moved here in New England, right after I finished college, I knew it would be crazy to move to a new country again, but I had already been to the United States a few times, and I have to say that there in New England was incredible, and I knew that was where I wanted to live. 

The city I was currently living in was not very big, but it was comfortable, and even though I was far from the mess of big cities where I practically always lived, I thought it would be a perfect and peaceful place to calm down. I must say that the city was as if it had stopped in the last century, everything was so old, almost like in the movies, but I'm not complaining, I kind of always wanted it.

As almost every day I passed by the antiques store, and today I decided to take a look inside the store, just to see the old things there. 

-y/n! How nice to see you here! - As soon as I entered, Mr. Washington came to welcome me, he was a nice gentleman, he was like a grandfather to me, always telling me stories about his life or his merchandise, and I loved that. 

- Hi Tom! How are you?

- Better now - He smiled and motioned for me to go to the back of the store. - Something new arrived this weekend, I'm sure you'll love it.

- What is? - I follow him and he takes me to a box which he opens, and inside there was a type of radio. - A radio?

- Yes! But it is not just any radio, it is a Voxola PR-76 Radio, very few of this model were produced, this is a rarity!

- I can get it? - I say making gestures with my hands to pick up the radio so I can analyze it.

- Of course! Just be careful.

- Yes, I will. - Washington was right, it wasn't just any radio, but not because it was rare, but I had a strange feeling holding it, not a bad feeling, it was something... good. - Can I buy? 

- I knew you were going to be interested! Of course you can! And since I know you, I will give you a special discount.

- You don't have to do that Tom, seriously!

- y / n, I know that with the price that this radio is worth, you would not be able to buy it, and even more, no one here in this city will be interested in that. You are practically my only source of income!

- Well, and that's exactly why you shouldn't give me a discount, you're going to lose a lot of money like that!

We discussed the amount to be paid, until we reached an agreement where I would pay little by little, until I paid the amount the radio was worth. When I finished making the purchase, I talked a little more with him and then I went home, when I arrived at my simple, but comfortable home, I put the radio on the living room shelf. I think if someone who didn't know that I'm the one who lives here would think that this house belongs to an 80-year-old, but in fact, it's the home of a 24-year-old woman only.

I sigh and look around my house, everything was silent, just with the sound of some birds, being alone has always been one of my biggest fears, and even if I had people to talk to, there I was, alone. I look at the wooden box, with the photo of my dog, m / d / n, where his ashes were inside, he was for me one of the only things that made my day, which made me not feel so alone, but unfortunately he ended up dying from an accident. 

- I really miss you m / d / n. - I put my hand on the box and allow some small tears to fall, and then I look at my left wrist, where there was a tattoo with the name f / d / n, my first dog, where I grew up with her, and of course the inevitable would happen someday. - You are also sorely missed.

I try to ward off tears and sadness by putting some happy songs on my phone, and I soon thought it would be a good idea to tidy up the house, since it had been a while since I cleaned it up decently.

I spent several hours cleaning the whole house, but even so I couldn't finish everything, as I was very tired, I decided to lie on the couch for a while, until my belly started to snore and I went to the kitchen to get something to eat and then go back to the couch.

Again everything was silent, with only the occasional sound of crickets and frogs, as much as I liked the silence, I knew it was a trap, and of course he would soon appear, that damn voice that whispered things in my head like: 

"Hey, remember that time you were embarrassed?"

"Hey, do you remember your wonderful boyfriend who cheated on you?"

"Do you remember those happy moments with m / d / n and f / d / n that will never come back?"

"You will never be enough"

"everything is your fault"

"nobody wants someone like you around"

And several other things, which he knew would make me anxious. I couldn't help screaming in anger for that voice to disappear, I couldn't help tears of frustration falling. I fell on my knees on the floor and curled up right there.

The good thing about living alone is that no one would hear me crying or screaming.

I joined forces and got up from the floor, and then I went to my medicine box, I know I should have stopped taking that, and I had already tried, I was succeeding, but I couldn't stand it, I didn't want that damn voice anymore, I know I should face it, but… it was too late, it couldn't be destroyed, so the only thing I could do was to avoid it.

It took a few minutes for the medicine to take effect, and I was calm again. I lay down on the couch again, my eyes were heavy, and when I was almost asleep, I heard a voice, but this time I was sure it was not just in my mind, when I look around, I realize that sinister voice came from the Voxola radio.

- It seems that you are going through problems my friend.

This couldn't be real, how the hell could this be happening? This was supposed to be a dream, sure it was, but when I bit my finger and felt pain and saw it bleed, I was sure it was real.

- Y-you, are ... are.

- Talking to you of course!

- This is impossible. - Maybe it was the medicine's effect? But there was no way, this medicine would never do that. What if it was that stage where I am awake and dreaming at the same time? I think that was the only valid option.

- I know a way to solve your problems.

- A psychologist. - I say to myself before that radio voice answered.

- No, it's much better. Just follow this map and you will have the solution to all your problems.

- Map? - The radio didn't answer me, now I don't know if that was real, if it was some kind of daydream, or if I was going crazy. I think I better sleep, staying awake for sure is not good for me. I take a shower and then go to my bed and luckily I fall asleep quickly. 

When I wake up I do my morning routine, I go to the bathroom, then to the kitchen, I make coffee, I wait to be ready and then I take it and I also take the same medicine from yesterday, a little hesitantly, but I knew it would be better this way, and I decide to take it.

I walk by the living room when I look at the radio and remember last night, I look at my finger and see that it is hurt, I should be hallucinating, but I realize that there was something on top of the radio, and that I had sure it wasn't there before, when I get closer I realize that it was a paper, but not an normal paper, it was a map! Soon I remember the voice of the radio yesterday that spoke about a map, was that it?

When I look more closely, I realize that it is the map of the city and the forest that surrounded it, and in a place far away in the forest there was an x ​​marked in red.

Is this real? Could that end that voice? No, I was sure that no, easy things like that are never good signs, and they are never what they seem…. but what was there in the forest?

And that was what led me to be there, at that moment in the middle of a forest, not to end my problems, but to find out what the hell was there in that red x.

I had thought before that it could go bad, but my curiosity was not quiet, I wanted to, I needed to know what was there.

The forest was dense, there was no way for me to go by car, and there was no trail that I could use to walk, I had to walk in luck and wait until I got to the right place. Of course, I was using my cell phone to locate myself, but I wasn't sure if my coordinates were compatible with those on the map.

Until at one point I arrive in a clearing, where there was a very old house falling apart due to the time it dominated there, I look at my cell phone, and theoretically that was where the x marked.

- Great, I walked for two hours here to find a house falling apart in the middle of nowhere! - I kick a stone that rolls away. I look at the house, what was I really hoping to find? Maybe there was something inside the house? What if there was someone?

I see a sign on the fence of the house, the writing was very worn and I just couldn't understand what was once written there.

- HEY! Is anyone there ?! - I scream for another human being, but I got no answer, I approach the door of the house, and with my foot I push the door, which simply falls, and a lot of dust comes towards me, causing an attack of cough at me.

I enter the house, which inside there were several things that seemed to be very old, besides several cobwebs, plants and a lot of dust. I analyzed the house, and there was not much, I looked at the stairs, it was dangerous to climb that, and I was sure that any misstep I could fall, break, and stay there, because there was no way anyone could save me.

But I decided to take a chance, and climb those stairs, and when I got to the second floor I realized that there was some kind of machine, and when I approached I realized that it probably wouldn't be working, because it should have been there for many years and the weather had degraded.

I ventured into the place, looking for clues that could tell me something, but the only thing I found was some papers with notes and projects, but I didn't understand what that meant.

While walking around the place I tripped over a wood and ended up touching the lever of the machine, who knows how, it started to work and out of nowhere a black shadow appears in the place and a smiling face appears in front of me and then I feel something grabbing my feet, I try to break free, but it was useless. 

- Leave me! - Of course it didn't work, and that was the last thing I remember, after that, it was just darkness and a laugh.

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Masterlist

#Don't Starve #x reader #y/n #Don't Starve Fanfic #Future Wilson x reader #Wilson percival higgsbury x reader #Wilson x reader #The red X #sorry if it have english errors

[strawberrymeriadoc]

Saturday afternoon

Merry went to get dressed and brush his teeth. Pippin sat looking out the window. A fine start to my morning he thought. After about 15 minutes, Merry came over, standing in the doorway between the living room/kitchen and the short hallway to their bedrooms. “I was wondering...would you like to go hiking today?” he asked, half expecting to get shot down. “Would I?! Oh yeah, I’d love to” Pippin exclaimed. The boy thought it was a splendid idea. He was really feeling claustrophobic surrounded by Minas Tirith’s many walls. Merry breathed a sigh of relief. He was thankful for his friend’s reaction. That’s one of the things he liked best about Pippin--he was always down for just about anything and he made everything fun. 

[“Alright, then where should we go?” prompted Pippin. Merry hadn’t thought of that yet. He hadn’t really expected to get this far. “Umm, we could take the train to the foothills of Mordor. Or possibly the trolley up to the top of the city and then hike around the peak of the mountain. There are also trails along the river at Osgiliath I believe-”  “I say Mordor!” interrupted Pippin “I must get out of this stifling place. I’ll go buy us some train tickets online. Think you can be ready soon?” “Perfect! Just give me 15 to eat a quick lunch and I’ll be ready to go” 

The train was a relatively recent addition to Gondor’s transit system. Where before there were only roads for horses and later for automobiles, there was now a high speed train line that spanned between Mordor and Rohan, connecting Gondor to its neighbors. Sadly the train line for now did not go past Rohan or else Pippin would be using it to visit Frodo in Rivendell often. Or perhaps see his friends Treebeard and Quickbeam in Fangorn forest. 

Merry and Pippin walked down the winding street past Merry’s favorite flower shop which was closed. Then they walked by Pippin’s favorite cafe. He told Merry about all the different types of teas they had there from all over the world. How he particularly enjoyed the unique flavor of a particular Southron tea. Now Merry absolutely loathed tea, though he knew a decent amount about it considering. He was always interested in things that could be categorized. It felt fun and like he could actually understand something for once and hold it in his mind. Pippin continued about the most recent green tea he had tried: “It was so good I actually bought a bag of it to take home. That’s what I’ve been drinking this week in the mornings.” 

The pair arrived at the station just outside of the outer wall with 15 minutes to spare. Though it took them almost as long to find the platform and then two seats together. The train left the station and the yellow Fields of Pelennor blurred as they seemed to run alongside the train. The ride was exceptionally smooth and the two marvelled at how fast they sped along. Merry got a bit dizzy from the poles that they passed at regular intervals. Something about the regularity of it stressed him out. The train stopped at Osgiliath. The town seemed older than Minas Tirith. But not in a quaint way, at least not to Merry. Pippin was looking out and marvelling at the Anduin, the large river they were about to cross. As the train went over the bridge, Merry saw two white egrets on the shore of the river. That must be a good sign, Merry thought a little self-consciously. Next the train stopped at Minas Morgul. After a while, they came to their destination, the Ephel Duath stop. This was also the last stop on the train although many engineers were working on designing a way to get the train up over the mountains eventually.

The two boys stepped out. Pippin put his arms above his head and stretched. Feels good to get some fresh air, he thought. There was really not much civilization at all. And that’s why it was perfect to Merry. There was a synagogue at the top of a rise. And before it were four or five houses along a narrow, curved track. The hamlet was on the foothills that quickly gave way to the grey rock faces above. Merry marvelled at the trees that were starting to turn. There were pockets of pumpkin orange and amber amid the cooler green trees. “Right! Where’s the trail then” Pippin exclaimed, breaking the silence. Merry was suddenly hurled out of his ponderings. “Oh, well, I don’t know. It’s not like I’ve been here before either, Pip” he snapped . Pippin looked hurt. “I-I’m so sorry, Pippin,” Merry stammered, “I really didn’t mean that.” Pippin looked down and walked further ahead. Merry’s instinct was to apologize again but he worried he would be doing it more for forgiveness than for Pippin’s sake. He knew Pippin didn’t have to forgive him. Merry should just sit with the veracity of what happened. 

Where did that come from, Pippin thought, I was just making conversation, I didn’t mean anything by it. He just continued walking up the one track towards the synagogue which seemed to be the only landmark around. Merry decided to stay where he was since Pippin clearly needed some space. He dissociated and stared at the ground. It was light blue gravel. It made him think of a zen rock garden. Pippin turned the corner on the track and was shocked to find a clear path entrance and a small display with a map. “Welcome to Mordor” was written in large black letters above the map of trails in the Ephel Duath. Pippin studied the map for a few minutes then ventured to the trailhead. He realized he didn’t know where Merry was and even though he was still hurt, he didn’t like the idea of leaving him behind for potentially hours. Pippin took a deep breath and turned around to head back down to the station where he guessed Merry would be. Pippin rounded the corner and saw Merry standing in the distance. He was gripping his hand tightly and staring at the ground with his head down. “Found the trailhead. It’s just around that bend there,” Pippin announced hesitantly as he came up to him.

Merry looked up. “Oh really? That’s great!” he said trying to sound encouraging, “Um, do you still want me to come? I really understand if not, I can hang here until the train comes”. “No it’s alright, let’s go” Pippin said though he sounded a little defeated. “I’m terribly sorry, Pippin. I have PTSD and sometimes I just...change suddenly. Especially if I’m startled...I’m not saying it as an excuse, I’m just trying to explain what happened” Merry hoped Pippin wouldn’t think less of him. But on some level what was done was done. He knew Jamie wouldn’t have forgiven him. 

“Thanks for apologizing,” Pippin said, “I was a bit hurt to be honest” “I promise I’m working on it,” Merry added “I’ve been going to a therapist for a few months and I hope that will help…” Pippin gave him a warm smile, “I understand. I forgive you” “Thank you,” Merry said earnestly. “Alright let’s get on this trail!” Pippin exclaimed.  

Pippin and Merry set off on the trail. The path was not wide enough for them to walk abreast in most places, so they walked single file with Merry taking the lead. The trail was of dirt littered with large brown roots and white quartz stones they gingerly walked over. Slowly they wound their way up the mountain. The mountain rose up steeply to their left and dropped off suddenly to their right. Down the incline, there were yellow, battered-looking birch trees. The two companions walked silently except for when Merry would point out birds that he spotted with his keen eye. Pippin knew more about insect identification, but they were harder to spot for him while walking on the trail. 

Merry was enjoying himself. He felt freer being surrounded by trees rather than walls. There were great solid oaks and tall red chestnuts. It was all grander than anything he had seen in the Shire--though the hills, streams, and farm fields would always have a special place in his heart. 

Pippin was thinking about all the new sounds he was hearing. There was a loud knocking sound that seemed to be following them up the mountain. Merry informed him it was a woodpecker: “Probably a Pileated from the sound of it.” Pippin noticed the melodious rustling of leaves overhead and how the leaves were just starting to turn. He relished the oranges and yellows. He thought he could hear a murmuring stream far off in the distance. 

“Hold it! Hold on a minute,” called Pippin to his friend who was getting ahead. “I need a breather and to drink some water.” Merry realized that he too was thirsty and drank some water from the blue metal bottle he had brought. The place where they stood had a beautiful view of the rolling foothills of green and blue below them. Pippin took the time to stretch a bit and Merry, although feeling self-conscious of copying, followed suit. He wasn’t as in touch with his body as Pippin always seemed to be. He admired that about his friend even if he was a tinge envious. Or, rather, he wasn’t so much envious himself, but it was exactly the kind of thing his parents would point out to him and note his clear inferiority. 

After a few minutes they restarted their hike. “How much longer were you thinking of going? I’m not quite tired yet but thought we ought to have a plan,” Pippin advised. Merry looked at the clock on his phone. Hmm it’s getting on towards 5, he thought, and sunset should be around...7. And we’ve walked about a half hour… “Want to go for another half hour and then turn back? That should give us at least thirty minutes before sunset and it’ll all be downhill,” Merry offered. Pippin agreed and they headed further up the mountain. 

Just then two dwarves rounded the bend. They had long braided hair and beards. “Hullo there!” one called. “Hello!” the hobbits answered. “Lovely day for a stroll on the mountain, eh?” said the dwarf adjusting his large backpack. “Yes!” They both answered. “We’re just here on a short hike,” Pippin continued, “We came from Minas Tirith this afternoon.” “Did you come from Minas Tirith as well?” asked Merry. “Aye, that we did, laddie” responded the other dwarf. “Though before that we came from Moria. We wanted a chance to see the mountains while we were so close here in Gondor” “Lovely!” said Merry, “I’ve never been to Moria. I’ve heard it’s very interesting,” “Oh well then you’ll have to come some day. The great halls are spellbinding as the bright light of day streams in and hits the glittering stones.” the dwarf said. “I’m Lon by the way. And this is my friend Goni” he gestured to the other. “I’m Merry,” Merry said. “And I’m Pippin,” Pippin cheerfully piped in. “Well we best be going but it was good to meet you Merry and Pippin” he said, bowing. “Likewise!” “Yes!” said the hobbits in unison who were flustered by the bow but quickly responded in kind.  

“Well they seemed nice,” said Pippin quietly after they had walked further on.

“Yes! I haven’t really had a chance to speak to many dwarves. There aren’t that many in Minas Tirith and those that are are usually just passing through. I wonder if there will be any in my humanities program.”

“There’s a few in the science department though none currently in either of my classes.”

“Interesting! Well, still better than us. Far as I can tell we’re the only hobbits in the whole school.”

“I guess there aren’t that many of us to begin with, and even fewer who decide to leave the Shire.”

The companions came to an old white marble statue. It had a tall rectangular base and above it was the form of a man. But his head was missing. The hobbits wondered what king or warrior he had been. They looked around, but any inscription that had been on the statue’s base had long ago worn away.

As they went higher up the mountain, there were more evergreen trees. Orange pine needles covered the trail and cushioned their footfalls. Merry loved the soft feeling of the needles. After a while Merry took out his phone again and noticed that it had indeed been a half hour. “Well, looks like it’s time to turn around,” he said. But the two were reluctant to turn back. They looked out over the view of the mountain range ahead and the foothills below. They could see the Anduin glittering in the sun. 

Merry felt full somehow. Full of a love not only for the place he was in, but the progress he had made in life the last few months. He was healing. And he was growing. He knew there would be many more obstacles to come, but he at last was beginning to feel like himself. Like he was a person at all. He looked at his companion and smiled. “Thanks for coming on this hike with me, Pippin. I really needed it and it was so lovely to come with you,” he said. “I-I had a good time too,” Pippin responded, “I often have a really good time with you. You make me feel... happy.” “You make me feel happy too,” said Merry.

Merry was filled with a desire to kiss Pippin. But at the same time, he didn’t know what he would want to do once that moment had passed and he felt it was a point of no turning back. Kisses had this terrible weight in Middle Earth. It felt like a contract that was supposed to mean the same thing to everyone and to be a sign that one was romantically and sexually interested in that person. I wish kisses could mean this loving, intimate, loyal thing, Merry thought, I don’t want it to necessarily lead to anything else. But in Merry’s experience, it always did lead to something else: groping, invasion of physical and psychological privacy, a feeling of total non-separateness with the other person, expectations of further kisses, and sex. I want it to mean “I love you. I care about you. Your safety and well-being are of the utmost importance to me.” Like a pact of love and trust, Merry thought. Merry realized it was such a specific desire, he’d really have to explain himself. He wondered if perhaps Pippin would be amenable to that or might even feel the same way. 

The moment stretched out. It was silent save for a robin singing in the distance. Merry gathered his courage: “Pippin, I want to kiss you. I know that can mean many things. It usually means you feel romantically towards a person. But to me it means I care about you and want you to feel safe and happy…and I love you. Would you like to?” Merry’s confidence immediately sank back into the earth and he was left feeling vulnerable, unreal, and ashamed. He looked down as he realized Pippin was silently judging him and his outburst. 

In truth, Pippin was trying to think quickly. It was unexpected but at the same time it felt...right. The day was beautiful, they had just hiked up a mountain together. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t considered it in the back of his mind. But he too was conflicted. A kiss on the lips? That’s what people do when they’re dating! Is Merry asking me out? But Pippin remembered Merry’s words and realized that was not what he was saying. This was unchartered territory for Pippin (and for Merry). But he wanted to kiss him and what he said had resonated. 

“Let’s try it,” he said after pondering all this for a few moments. Merry looked up, surprised. “Yeah? Ok” he said hesitantly. He took a step towards Pippin and clasped both his hands. Then Merry kissed him. It was a very soft, sweet kiss and after a while they both melted into it. Then Merry pulled back. “Was that alright?” he asked, sounding concerned. Pippin grasped his face softly and kissed him. “Yes,” he whispered, “I love you, too.”

Merry felt warm and his heart melted. He leaned his forehead onto Pippin’s and they stood like that for a few moments. Then they looked out over the valley. Merry put his left hand in Pippin’s right. They could see the clustered tops of trees below in greens, oranges, and yellows. Along them rose a steep indigo peak with some exposed silver rock faces. The mountain cast long shadows in the valley, and Merry became aware that it would soon be getting dark. “It’s a shame to go but it’ll be getting dark soon,” Merry ventured, “Shall we head back?” “No,” said Pippin, leaning in to kiss him. He waited for a smile from Merry and then kissed him lightly on the lips. “Ok, now I’m ready,” Pippin added. 

The two turned and started down the mountain, traipsing over blankets of burnt orange pine needles. Merry had enjoyed kissing Pippin very much. But he was waiting for the other shoe to drop. This sort of thing never ends well for me, Merry thought, I hope he won’t treat me differently now.

“You know who else we don’t see much of?” Pippin asked.

“What?” asked Merry, unsure of what Pippin was talking about.

“Elves!”

“Ohhh. There’s just one professor in the humanities department I know of--Professor Arwen. She occasionally teaches Elvish and I think a few other classes”

“Did you know I think she and Professor Aragorn in the Earth Sciences division are married?”

“I had no idea!”

“My friend Frodo is studying Elvish right now. He’s staying in Rivendell at the moment.”

“Oh wow, I’ve heard Rivendell is beautiful!”

“It looks really nice in the Fall. Frodo’s been posting a lot of pictures of it. He also has an account of just fountain pen handwriting in Elvish. I could show you when we get back if you’d like to see it?”

“I’d love to! G-d I wish I knew Elvish. I wish I knew a lot of languages. I’m supposed to be studying Rohirric for the first time this quarter. I haven’t studied a language in almost 10 years and I’m worried I’ll be really bad at it.”

“You? No, I’m sure you’ll do great”

“Thanks” 

Merry gave Pippin a warm smile. It seemed his friend was treating him normally after all. They passed the marble statue and continued along the trail. It was faster going downhill, but with the thick cover of trees, it was starting to get darker than Merry had anticipated. Still, hobbits have keen eyes and they made their way among the roots and stones on the trail. The dwarves must have known how dark it would get soon and that’s why they were heading back so early, Merry thought, internally scolding himself. He was expecting to be held accountable for this like he would have at home. But Pippin didn’t blame him or yell at him so he relaxed a little. Merry looked out. The last of the sun was still hitting the Anduin which glittered like so many fireflies. Eventually they came far enough down that they were closer to the foothills than the mountain ridges above. “Hey, look!” called Pippin as he pointed ahead. There was the trailhead and the sign with the map. The sun finally set behind them, leaving a thick line of orange and pink clouds just above the purple mountains. 

The two companions made their way past the synagogue on top of the hill. It was white with brown shingles. There were a few yellow lights on the outside keeping it lit, but there seemed to be no one inside. I suppose they don’t start Havdalah for another hour, thought Merry. Or maybe the congregation is too small to meet for it. The hamlet was silent. Or at least it seemed so until Merry and Pippin had reached the base of the gravel path close to the train station. Across from it they could hear the sounds of voices and of a fiddle. It was a tavern. “So that’s where everyone is,” noted Pippin. Merry was inclined to go in, realizing how hungry he was. But he remembered the time and the limited number of trains. “We should find out when the next train is,” he said. Pippin had already started towards the tavern. He let out a sigh “Oh, I suppose you’re right.”

#A hobbit in Minas Tirith #merry brandybuck #merry #pippin #meriadoc brandybuck #chapter 4

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Montagne’s Protection

Montagne woke up in a cell with his hands and feet bound. Just when he thought things couldn’t get worse... well, they do.

aka Angst for a friend on their request :) (~2.9k words)

Warnings: Hostage, child injuries, injuries, death, waterboarding, gun fights/gun violence, mission gone wrong.

“Montagne!” Twitch’s scream echoed across an empty field all the way to Glaz’s ear.

Through his scope, he watched in horror as they dragged the unconscious man to a truck. He shot at a few of the men, killing them instantly, but he couldn’t keep up with the sheer number of them.

“Glaz! Track the truck!” Thatcher’s orders came through and Glaz quickly locked in the bullet, aiming for his own teammate.

Breathe in. Hold fire. Breathe out. Between heartbeats just like he practiced.

A heavy voice came through, “I have a signal.” He has never felt so pleased to hear Thermite’s voice as he was in that moment.      

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His eyes opened without him knowing. It was hard to tell when he was awake or asleep when everything was dark. Slowly, his eyes got used to the darkness, and he could make out bars in front of him. With a grunt, he got himself up onto his elbows. He couldn’t help but groan at the pain in his chest as he turned to the side. He didn’t remember much, other than the pain of the impact from getting thrown to the side after a C4 was tossed at them. His shield… Le Roc was missing. He flexed his hands and relaxed a little at the feeling of armoured pads on himself.

“Merde.”

But then he saw his helmet tossed on the ground with his balaclava beside it… so they knew his face. This would prove problematic then. There were two parts to secrecy for him, one, his face, the other, his name. And his dog tags were gone too.

He stayed lying on that cold, concrete floor in that half-awake state, wondering if he could even move properly. All around him, and even in his own mind, he could see darkness, and the tendrils reaching out and grasping onto his arms. Perhaps if he stayed even more still, they would pass him, and he would wake up to his friends smiling down at him.

That’s not what happened.

Instead, he woke up next with chains around his arms and feet, and realized that he was no longer on the floor. He laid there, spread out, and defenseless against those white masks and their cruel eyes.

“Giles “Montagne” Touré. I see why they call you mountain now.”

The man who was speaking was wearing a mask with the word ‘muse’ painted on it in red, dripping down the mask like blood. God he just hoped it wasn’t his blood. Muse nodded his head, and a table of tools was brought out for him to look at. There were whips, car batteries, and an array of differently-sized knives – each with their own purpose he’s sure.

“Putain,” he growled, tugging on his chains. Nothing moved, as he should’ve seen coming.

Muse stalked his way from where Montagne’s feet were, all the way so he was right above his head. “You special force guys are all the same. You glare until you close your eyes, and then you all die without saying anything. Boring. But what is fun, is seeing what exactly you’re scared of.”

There was a hissing noise, and the white masks all leave. A light, sweet scent came in and soon, all Montagne could see were the flowery fields he played soccer on as a young boy. He can feel the petals on his fingertips as he bent down to pick one for his mother.

Maman… pour toi…

A cold splash on his face, and he wakes up and realizes that he’s being held at an angle. And he knows what coming next.

“How did you find us? Who did Rainbow have on the inside?”

Montagne held his tongue and breathed. The water that came over his face felt like it was going to fill him up completely, going in through his nose so he coughs, but then get more water through his mouth as he does so.

And it’s a pattern. Right as he’s about to pass out, it stops. A question gets asked again, and he gives that same glare. Then the water starts again. He didn’t know how long it had been, but when it finally stopped, he was left passed out on the floor, in a puddle of the water that remained.

If only he were laying face down.

The next thing he hears is the crying voice of a young girl. When… wh—it dawned on him. This wasn’t a dream. He woke up to see the silhouette of a young girl sitting in the opposite corner of him. When he stirred, she screamed, causing the thundering of feet to come down the stairs.

It wasn’t Muse this time. It was his little henchmen who were too afraid to approach Montagne when he was awake, and had apparently went on their own little trip just now.

“I told you we should’ve taken the boy. He was much older. He wouldn’t be causing such a shit storm at night. We’ll be found out if this keeps happening.”

“Shut up, you know that girls sell for more. We need the money.”

“Fuck man, not worth if we… HEY!”

Montagne had half crawled, and half stumbled his way over to where the girl was cowering from him.

“Shhhh, mon chérie… restes ici. Tu peux dormis maintenant. Je te protège.” And she calmed down to a sniffle when she realized that this giant man wasn’t here to hurt her. He pet her hair and whispered as he saw out of the corner of his eye, what the terrorists were grabbing. He barely had time to mentally prepare himself for—

THONK

—that. It didn’t hurt that much through all the armour he wore, but it still made him collapse back on to the ground. The metal bat clattered to the ground and the other terrorist started scolding the first for causing the girl to cry again.

“As long as he’s not causing us trouble. Two birds, one stone.”

“Alright,” a little wad of spit landed next to Montagne, “just know that if you do anything wrong… well, the people who buy from us don’t mind a few… beauty marks’”

Montagne gritted his teeth, but stayed still. Once the footsteps faded again, he pulled away and started treating her for injuries. They were mainly a few scratches here and there, but otherwise, she was alright. She spoke neither English nor French so he just hummed when he wanted her to sleep.

Perhaps getting to know the girl was the wrong choice. Well, not perhaps. It seems to be that it WAS the wrong choice. Every time he fought back, nearly escaped, or broke free, she would be held at gun or knife point, and he had to give up his fight for her. He took punches, shielded her with his own body when they threw things at her, and just kept up the hope that his team would come back for him.

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“Location confirmed.” Twitch was typing on a laptop as they were on their way to the location where they had finally located them. The pings from the tracker led them all over the world until they realized that Montagne didn’t have his shield anymore. From the cell the got the information from they formed a mixed-team op, with support from JTF 2 since the actual location was near an abandoned cottage near Lake Simcoe. Twitch just got confirmation from local law enforcement, and here they were.

Ciel was frowning while re-reading mission details with a cold intensity in his eyes that was so off putting, that it made Twitch keep quiet again. Tap tap… tap tap… The tap tap that was staring again was from Rook this time as he kept looking between Lion and Doc. Even Pulse was looking down at his feet instead of making jokes like normal. The sixth Rainbow op sat with his sniper ready, and a wave of guilt coming off of him that was so strong that he couldn’t look anyone in the eye.

Even if he wasn’t Rainbow, Ciel was team leader of this group. And it was time for him to say something.

“Tell me about this man. Why does he mean so much to you all?”

.

“You let her go, putain, and I will consider putting a bullet only in your head when I get free.”

The girl’s right arm was trapped in a grip so tight, that Montagne could see purple edges starting to form. She was fighting against it, but it was no use.

“Our first client has asked about her,” came the snide reply.

Then, they turned back and walked upstairs, ignoring the rattling sound as it felt like Montagne was shaking the very prison itself.

“Merde,” he muttered, but now was not the time. A glint caught his eye in the dim room. The keys were on a table instead of on the wall like normal. They were out of arms reach when he stretched it out though. What to do, what to do… He still had his armour plates. He fashioned a rope-like object that he then managed to slide the entire table over to him, weakened muscles straining the entire time.

With a hope in his heart he hasn’t felt in what must’ve been days, he unlocked his door and slowly crept out. There were no weapons on the table, but no matter. He made his way up the stairs and heard footsteps immediately to his right. He plastered himself up against the wall and watched as the shadow crept up, more and more. Only one… perfect.

He wrapped his arms around the man’s neck and snapped it, quickly moving the body into the bushes. The bastard only had a knife and pistol on him though. No matter, he heard cries coming from the little girl upstairs, and he followed them through the hallways until he ended up beside the room. With his ear to the wall, he started listening in on their conversation.

“They did what?!” An unknown voice boomed loud enough that Montagne didn’t actually need to be near the wall to hear their conversation.

“We’ve started a self-destruct code because this facility has been found by JTF 2—”

“How?”

“Sir, we need to you follow us. We can guarantee your safety and anonymity, but we need to leave before the building collapses.”

“And her?”

“We’ll take her too. You’ll get your money’s worth.”

The building rumbled, and the footsteps inside quickened their pace, matching his heartbeat as he stood by the door, knife in one hand, and a pistol in the other. The first man rushed out, and received a knife to the chest. He was dead before Montagne even revealed himself. He reached out for the dead man’s chest and used him as a shield while he pushed forward and shot the last two men down. The girl was back near the door, trembling, but alive. She looked Montagne in the eye, and even though he was covered in hot blood that was quickly cooling down and creating a sticky coat over his body, she hugged him.

“Come here.”

“我们去哪里啊?” Oh, how he wished he could learn another language…

“Je comprend pas…” he carefully carried her, making sure not to squeeze the bruises on her skin.

The shaking got stronger to the point where Montagne couldn’t walk properly.

Then, the ceiling fell.

Montagne curled his body around hers and knelt right there.

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“What do you mean it collapsed?”

Their vehicles were moving still, despite needing to travel over the heavy layers of snow. Of all the times Glaz has met the Canadian Special Forces officer, this is the angriest he’s seen him.

“Get me a new line, and more back up, we’re taking the jets when we get to Checkpoint B.”

At the mention of jets, all JTF 2 ops stood up and gathered their equipment. Ciel turned and nodded at Doc.

“You’re with me, doctor. Rest of you, pair up and follow my guys. The situation’s… bad. The building has collapsed, and we can’t find your friend. Cham, take Pulse with you, Draco, take the sniper. We’re in the lead. Rest of you follow when you can.”

The JTF 2 ops got out of the stopped truck, which was slowing down more and more due to the prolonged snowfall, and ran over to snowmobiles. Ciel, with Doc holding onto him, raced off, far outpacing the rest of the ops. If the situation was less tense, he’s sure Doc would be terrified, but as they whizzed past all the others, Glaze could only see a glare on the doctor’s face.

He was third out of Rainbow to arrive on scene. Doc and Pulse were already scanning the area while the JTF 2 ops could be heard in the background, firing at remaining terrorist forces.

“Sniper, find a position. Help your friends,” his JTF 2 partner said before making the call to join up with Ciel and the other man. Glaz did so and moved to higher ground so he could use his scope to help him find his teammate.

Breathe in. Hold fire. Breathe out. Keep looking just like he was told to do.

Just as he saw the bright yellow outline, Pulse shouted, “DOC!” The rest of Rainbow, including the machinery and JTF 2 ops returned arrived on scene, and everyone reconvened where the Canadians were performing an extraction, with a worried Rook part of the team, giving advice where he could.

“Ciel…” Glaz murmured… The last time he felt so… so much… it was that cold gaze that was there to help him. This time was no different. He felt a warm hand on his shoulder, and a presence that has always said more than his words.

“I heard about what happened the night of. You did your best, but those forces were too much. Good job getting a tracker on at all actually.” It wasn’t helping. “Keep watch if needed.” If you don’t want to see for yourself. That’s what he really meant. And Glaz was tempted to take the offer.

With one last heave, the extraction team managed to get a large enough hole to shine a light down. Immediately, a small whimper came out, and a word that tugged on the edges of Glaz’s memory.

“救命啊!”

Ciel was first to launch into action, and despite Glaz’s guilt over what was happening, he understood the voice. The two of them watched as Doc reached his arms down the hole and came back up with a young girl. She was bloodied, eye-half lidded, and an arm and a leg were sticking up at angles that shouldn’t have been possible. The tears on her cheeks were caught in the light of their flashlights, and she strained away from everyone, including Doc, who was doing his best to carry her away.

“你没事吧？?” the Rainbow ops all looked over at Ciel who now had the girl’s full attention.

“叔叔还在下门.”

“Ciel?” Doc was waiting on a response.

“Uncle’s still down there,” he murmured, helping Doc place her onto a stretcher. To the girl, he whispered something, and gave Glaz a look.

“你好,” Glaz said, speaking a language he remembers learning a few years ago.

Ciel gave him a nod and Glaz followed as the girl was led off.

Doc, Pulse, and a few more JTF 2 ops were still trying to look into the hole. Glaz and the girl watched from the back near the jets until Doc broke down. He was on his knees and frozen still.

“Get her away, Glaz” Rook had taken a step back, and gave the duo a look, and Glaz just knew who this ‘uncle’ was.

But it was Twitch who gave it away, who was now sobbing into the arms of Lion. Even the arrogant, haughty Lion looked shaken by the view.

Glaz didn’t see anymore that night, but when they debriefed the next day with JTF 2, he saw it all. Rock smashed into the skull, bits of brain mixed in with the helmet on the floor, metal pipes speared through the body, even with the armour, and a shape any of them could easily recognize. A fetal position with his arms wrapped around something… or someone. The gun and knife found on him didn’t belong to him, but the marks on his wrists showed that he was indeed a prisoner. So, they pieced together the story from the pictures and the testimony of the little girl.

Montagne was already in a cell when the girl got there. He protected her, and helped her. When the ‘bad men’ took her away to another man, he came up and killed them all. Then, on their way to the door, the building collapsed. That was all the girl managed to get out before shock took over adrenaline, and she entered a surgical room, never to be seen by Glaz again.

It was the long way of saying that Montagne was dead. And no one could help him in his final hours.

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Montagne felt the first pieces of rubble hit him, and then an immediate pain in his right shoulder. He curled tighter around the girl and looked up just in time to see a slab of the ceiling fall down on them.

I hope I did enough.

#r6s #rainbow six siege #r6s fanfic #fanfic #r6s montagne #r6s glaz #others are mentioned #my writing #my story #fanfiction #no edits :P

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WHEN I WAS OLDER (Jeremy Heere x Reader Pt. 24)

Song: WHEN I WAS OLDER by Billie Eilish 

Word Count: 5708

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A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long, I have to move and stuff!! But here’s the new part, and I’m hoping for some exciting things that go with this fic soon! 

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Trigger Warnings: An abusive boyfriend, implications of PTSD, language, mentions of abuse, mentions of previous fic parts, LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED SOMETHING 

“I know.” You nod one last time before you finally meet his gaze. For the first time that night, you smile at him, genuinely through the pain and tears as they subside. Your hand reaches out, and he takes it, knowing that for right now, that is all you want, and right now, that is enough.

Amongst his messy room, Jeremy sat on his bed, staring at the wall, reflecting on the evolution of you two; knowing that dating you—something that seemed like climbing Everest before—for a month and a half was a special thing. His fingers danced across his knee, feeling the texture of his jeans, rough and rigid, but causing the right level of softness. His heart flutters as his mind goes over each date, each flutter from before, and every moment in between. His thoughts skated along the warm feelings as daydreams became reality, except without the help and destruction of some artificial intelligence that masked the idea of world domination with sexual tension and manipulation.

Of course, the relationship was kind of kept under tabs while you two still figured some stuff out: everything from feelings to baby steps into publicly revealing that you two were actually dating. He liked the secrecy; it was thrilling with a breath of calm somehow at the climax of it all. With you, it was like everything that came with being wildly secret and yet a moment of calm. Staying in the shadows was rather easy when it was just you two—playing games as the sun set into darkness, shiny stars coming out that would cause a craving to go out and see them within both of you. And it didn’t matter if you didn’t know the real constellations, making them up was just as fun and spectacular.

Although that part was fun, it was odd to not go out to dinner with you and to not have the ability to show you off on social media. It wasn’t that he thought of you like you were an object, or his like he owned you, it was that it might cause a tsunami of trouble that was going to be a rude awakening for the both of you. Staying in the tranquility and excitement of secrecy was worth it with you. That, and being “Facebook Official” had become overrated by the time he actually managed to start dating. It felt like an invasion, and with yours being newly brought back down to not showing your relationship status, a stark difference from what everyone was used to, it just…wasn’t right to betray you like that. Being secret meant saving calm moments for each other; being safe. While he didn’t completely understand why you were seemingly scared of the online world, Jeremy had to admit to himself that he at least had the common sense to respect your wishes—if you didn’t want to post anything because it invaded your sense of security, your comfort, he wouldn’t even suggest it until the two of you felt ready for that step.

With the idea that you didn’t want to go public at first caused Jeremy’s heart to sink, insecurity pulling him under the current and filling his lungs with water. You didn’t enjoy spending time with him—he was an embarrassment. But that wasn’t the case, not with you. At the moment, it was like you’d been scripted, you had known just what to say to him. But after some thought and some mentions of it to his therapist, he took a second to realize that your wishes weren’t about him—well, at least not with your relationship with him—but his safety. It was about keeping him okay for a little while longer.

He couldn’t help being insecure, though. You were just so cute and after months of pining, wishing that you could just be safe with him, it was almost like he was stuck in a dream that he didn’t want to wake up from. It felt like this was just a good dream before the storm comes: the good part in the horror movies before the monster shows up. But you’d reassured him, blush on your face, light in your eyes. You’d kissed his cheek, after asking of course, before looking back at him, explaining that you wished that things were easier. You’d mentioned something under your breath about corrupting him, but Jeremy dismissed that. He’d already been corrupted. If anything, you were going through and restoring him.

With that memory ingrained in his mind, Jeremy gets up from his bed, feet pattering against the floor. It was early enough that wearing a t-shirt seemed too cold. He grabbed a hoodie that he would probably end up regretting, as you two were getting early lunch, followed by walking around a plaza before hitting a Starbucks, or rather, a Pokestop, and heading home, whether together or not he didn’t know quite yet. But the surprise made it all the more wonderful. It was relaxed with you two usually, and with this being the first-ever outing as a couple in public was enough to send shivers down Jeremy’s spine. Just as he was about to grab his phone from the desk, it dings as a text from you popped up:

You: Hey, my mom just asked if we could pick some stuff up so she can make some dinner for tonight. Is it okay if we stop at the organic grocery store around there? I’ll buy your coffee

He smiles, feeling his heart swell within his chest, meeting and filling every millimeter of his chest cavity, red painting his cheeks as if he had been created by someone from the Royal Academy. The grocery store that your mom wanted you two to go to was within the plaza, just at one end, near the Starbucks and Cold Stone. Maybe you’d let him buy you Cold Stone. He shook the thought from his head before typing back, fingers accelerating with every letter he typed:

Jeremy: Sure, we can stop there! And don’t worry about the coffee, I’m just excited to spend some time together

You: You’re very cheesy, but you’ve got yourself a deal, Heere You: I’ll drive

It’s a solid 30 minutes before you pick him up, which of course meant a solid 30 minutes of Jeremy pacing around, double-checking that he looked presentable and that he had everything in his pocket: everything from his wallet to his house keys just in case he came home to an empty house. His phone stayed gripped in his hand, waiting for a text from you to tell you that you were there to pick him up. The minutes pass by slowly, and then faster as he double checked everything once more. A ding comes once again through his phone, and he looks up, seeing your sibling’s car parked in the driveway, still running. He gets up and opens his front door, finally leaving into the public, almost as free as a bird. It’s almost like the scene from Life is Strange: Before the Storm, which Rachel Amber dashing out of class and into Chloe’s pickup, except this was real.

You smile at him as you put your phone down. The door unlocks and Jeremy opens the door, climbing into the seat and buckling his seat belt before smiling at you. Your face reddens as you greet each other, both of you living for the thrill of going out for the first time together. You hand wraps around your phone that was placed in the console, fingers gliding along the smooth glass surface before handing it to Jeremy, aux cord plugged in, but nothing playing. A soft “you choose” escapes you as you flick the car into reverse, contorting to look out the back window as you back out onto the street. It’s in the moment that Jeremy realizes you’ve never driven him, driving never really being part of the experience. The car locks automatically, and there’s a comfort and wonder that washes over him. You two were less than a foot apart, the car is narrow and small enough that he was sure you two would bump shoulders. It was close, not that either of you minded, but it felt like a new kind of intimacy was being established.

Jeremy, of course, had never actually been in your sibling’s car, but he picked the music and the melodies came flowing through the speakers. The trees whizzed past, but your eyes remained on the road, scanning each marking, each sign, each light near and on the street. You had already known the way to go, but it felt so…mechanical. You changed lanes with ease, before you stole at a glance at Jeremy, mouth being painted into a smile. “What are you looking at?” you giggled, eyes still shifting between the road and him.

“Oh,” Jeremy started, flustered as his cheeks became red, ever embarrassed that you’d been staring again. “You.”

You chuckled, leaning forward a little bit as you did so before stopping at a stoplight and looking at Jeremy full on. “You’re really in a cheesy mood today, huh?”

He became redder but still managed to answer somewhat confidently. Speak the truth even if your voice shakes, right? “It’s because you’re cute.”

“Thank you, Jeremy,” you smile at him before your eyes return to the road, the light turning green and the car gliding into motion. “You’re cute too, especially when you blush because you’re being a sap.”

Jeremy can feel his cheeks burn, almost wanting to press his face against the window to prevent any more redness or heat rising to his cheeks and ears. The car turns into a parking lot, the largest part of it being on the left-hand side. Your eyes sneak around the parking lot, searching for a spot in the back, but not too far away from the grocery store that you two needed to go to. You swiftly whipped the wheel around, but not enough to jerk the car or make Jeremy gasp. You pull in, spinning the wheel and letting it relax like it was a dance you’d done many times in the past. Finally, the car stopped, just short of the curb. You pulled the car into park, the parking brake on as you unbuckled your seat belt. You stopped the motion for a second before taking a look at Jeremy who had been mirroring your movements. “Did you maybe want to get food later? I feel like eating first might take a really long time, especially with the wait times and stuff.”

“Sure.”

“Cool.” You continue to gather your stuff before getting out of the car, Jeremy following you just moments behind. Both of you close the doors before you lock them. With a tug on the handle to make sure it was locked, both you and Jeremy stepped out into the plaza.

You two walked close to each other, nearly shoulder to shoulder but not touching one another. Respecting personal space was important to each of you in your own ways; it was an understanding that had been established before and several times. That, and being seen in public with you was already a leap, so as much as he wanted to, Jeremy didn’t dare try and imply anything was happening between you two. Jeremy shortens his step so you don’t have to feel like you’re jogging to keep up. It’s a little awkward at first, but the comfortable silence between you two made up for it. Just being around you was enough for Jeremy.

“Can I hold your hand?” your voice cuts through the silence and white noise of the people around you two, cars driving along the back roads, and dull sounds of restaurants and shops humming in life. You’d stopped, leaving Jeremy still walking in his thoughts. You smile at him, both of you stopped by now. Jeremy can feel his thoughts reeling back into are you crazy? What if someone sees us? Then you’ll be in trouble and I can’t take worrying about—but they stop as your smile widens at him. This moment, here, everything is different now. This isn’t about being friends and only friends, but you were asking because you were dating. This wasn’t as dire as it had once been. Jeremy can feel his face flutter into a wide smile, one to challenge yours before he nods his head. Your face looks a little unsure as Jeremy stands in shock, still nodding.

“Yes,” finally comes from him.

“That’s what I was looking for, Jeremy.”

You meet up with him, now standing side by side again. Your hand fits into his like a jigsaw puzzle. Both of you look away from each other, an attempt to hide the pink that seemed to swirl around you two. And then, just like that, the moment is gone as both of you relax into the contact. It’s a soft hold, one that celebrates the little intimacy, rather than one that grips for dear life. It’s here that Jeremy decides to let his thumb graze along the side of your hand, a soothing gesture he’d learned from Christine’s need to fidget. If he ever felt anxious or the need to move, it was a habit he had adapted into his regular life. That, and it was a comfort for whoever was receiving it. Within a few seconds of staring the action, Jeremy watched as your shoulders relaxed downwards. It was clear to him now that you’d been stressed about this, but things were working out in your favor. As they should.

The plaza stretches for probably half a mile, so after walking along the streets, window shopping and physically going into the store, the two of you end up at the Starbucks that almost seems like a hallway, the long bar counter full of people as they wait for their coffee or sip and multitask. You smile at Jeremy, face now calm and squeezing his hand ever so slightly, “Know what you want?”

“Yeah.”

So, the two of you stand in line, waiting patiently for a barista to take your order. It’s relaxing in the establishment, warm lights and aroma seeping its way into your experience of the place. A soothing tone comes over with the music coming through the speakers. Finally, one opens up and you both step up, telling the barista what you want. Before Jeremy can even pull out his wallet, you can scan your mobile rewards card before the barista smiles at you and you two step along to the end of the bar like counter. Jeremy inhales as you two plant yourself right by the pickup counter, your hand grazing against his. He takes it before looking at you. “I said you didn’t need to buy my coffee,” Jeremy says somewhat seriously, but with a hint of playfulness that expresses he isn’t mad, he’s just surprised that you went and did it anyway after he said he didn’t mind paying for it.

“I know, but I want the points. So now it’s like you’ll buy me a coffee because I was only 10 stars away from my free drink. So technically…”

Jeremy smiles to himself before shaking his head a little. “We both paid for our own coffees.”

“Exactly. It’s in the math, Jeremy.”

He chuckles at your antics, knowing that you’d come up with that reasoning yourself so you could get away with buying him coffee even though he’d said it was totally fine that you two had to run an errand for your mom. Jeremy adjust his sweatshirt with his other hand, playing with the drawstrings.

Pretty soon, your name is called and the coffees are given to you before heading out to the grocery store just across the large parking lot. It doesn’t matter that you two can’t hold hands as you two-handedly sip your drink, blowing into the cup to not burn your tongue. Jeremy stops, feeling stars in his eyes as he admires you sipping, his heart leaping out. You catch up with him a little bit, and Jeremy can’t help but admire how this situation feels so perfect after a year of imperfections making their way into his life, driving stakes into his happiness until it was almost dead; until it almost made him sick.

Within a few minutes, the two of you step into the store. A wind brushes over the two of you from the fans above the door, past the carts. Jeremy feels you tense up, even without the contact. Your arms come up and fold as the cool air from the store remains. You walk into the produce section as you pull up the list on your phone. Jeremy follows curiously, taking a peek at the list and only seeing about 5 items on it. You tense again as Jeremy watches a shiver run down your spine.

“Do you want my jacket?” Jeremy asks, already pulling his arms out of the sleeves of the light grey zip-up he’d been wearing pretty much all day.

“What? No, Jeremy, then you’ll be cold,” you note, observing him taking off his jacket.

“It’s fine, the A/C feels good.” It was a true statement. He’d been a little warm with the sweatshirt, the humidity, and the warm drink that sat in his grasp.

You sigh for a second, realizing that either you won’t going to win this little battle or becoming too cold to hold your pride. Jeremy takes off his sweatshirt and hands it to you. You grab it before giving Jeremy a very serious look, swinging the grey fabric around your shoulders. “Okay, but the second you get cold, I’m giving it back.”

Jeremy chuckles at you again before nodding, a small “yeah” falling from his lips, finally feeling the air conditioning against his own skin. Surprisingly, Jeremy didn’t feel cold for over 15 minutes. With him admiring you, standing on your tippy-toes to reach something on the shelf, switching the basket from arm to arm, before just handing it off to Jeremy so you could focus on what next while he could sit back and let you do your thing. He could feel his heart flutter as you scanned aisles, searching for the correct item, stepping in and out of areas before making a harsh stop and walking back, muttering an “I’m sorry, I don’t live in this area anymore,” to him as you did so. But Jeremy got it. He didn’t feel like the area was home anymore. It felt more like his childhood home. Your eyebrows furrowed on almost every item on the list, Jeremy feeling himself internally swoon as you did so with every passing purchase that was placed into the basket. His arm was starting to fall asleep from the harsh bars on the basket, but he didn’t mind, as long as you were comfortable.

And the trip itself, the one that kept him warm, was all of about 15 minutes. His body was loose and radiated heat as he watched you and dreamed of life years away, thinking about how this could be a regular occurrence. He could picture late nights of running to the store, moments after picking you up from the airport, promising you food as he pulled into the parking lot for late-night ice cream, early morning trips before events, shopping trips during busy times, coming here for you when you got sick or needed literally anything, even if it meant sacrificing his dignity. You turned to look at him, both of you gearing up to go to the checkouts, a smile burning itself into Jeremy’s brain.

“Ugh, I forgot this place has no self-checkouts,” you quietly mentioned, and Jeremy could hear the edge in your voice as you looked back at Jeremy, pulling out your wallet.

The line moved fairly quickly, and Jeremy finally was able to give himself a rest as he placed the green basket on the black belt, letting the technology do the work for him. As the basket moved up, so did you two. Before long, you were smiling at the cashier, a tall man with straight brunette hair. He couldn’t be older than you and Jeremy and was in a chipper mood as you took out a card to insert into the machine. Your eyes gazed around the store before you stiffened again. You were locked onto the windows that looked out into the parking lot, summer decorations covering the bars that held the windows together, a bulletin board stuck on the sides of it, little paper coloring pages covering it. Then you stiffened again, except this time causing your entire body to shake, eyes glazed over as you tried to center yourself back into reality. You started to mess up your words, seemingly unable to focus on anything, even though you’d worked retail for a while and knew exactly what to say to the cashier, you fumbled over each constant, each phrase. Your voice shook as you spoke in low hushed tones. Your face became pale like you were deathly ill in a matter of seconds. Your hands shook as you inserted your card into the reader, seemingly panicked as you did so.

His eyes scanned the decorations again, searching for some answers among the clip art coloring pages, hoping that something would jump out at him, that something would be the missing piece, the missing item to beat the boss. His eyes searched each piece of paper until his eyes fell on one. Your ex-boyfriend’s name was printed on it, marked in different colors with some cheap Microsoft 2007 font. It was on the bottom, near the edge of the window frame, but still there in broad florescent.

Jeremy mirrored your stiffening as denial hit him fast. Your ex-boyfriend had a common name in the area, maybe it was just a coincidence. Your ex-boyfriend also lived miles away from the store, so it wouldn’t make sense that he’d work here, at the store that was overpriced, miles away, and organic—things that Jeremy couldn’t see your ex supporting. It had to mean nothing.

Something tickled at the back of his brain, though. It was similar to the feeling right before you find a spider on the wall; something isn’t quite right. Jeremy tried to discreetly move his head around, finding himself searching for the thing that made him feel like that. It was fluid until he found it; Jeremy’s entire body turning as cold as January in an instant. There, one register away, was your ex-boyfriend bagging groceries and watching both of you out of the corner of his eye. His customer service smile was gone as he placed things in the bag, a stark contrast to the chipper employees that you’d both chosen to be rung up with. Just as your ex-boyfriend started to make full contact at Jeremy—who was definitely staring—the pinpad rang out, pushing out of the vacuum that seemed to be around him. He stole a glance at you, your hands still shaking as you put the card back in your wallet. Your eyes remained forward, your shoulders drooping and oh my god you were wearing Jeremy’s sweatshirt in front of the guy that thought you cheated on him with Jeremy.

Fear for your safety struck Jeremy’s heart as he managed to smile at the workers before picking up the bags himself. He thanked them and grabbed the receipt, putting it into the green plastic bag. You stumbled after him like a newborn giraffe, or a drunk college girl, off-balance and cautious. Jeremy held his other arm out so you could steady yourself as you practically tried to smoosh into him, wishing you were anywhere but there. He pulled you into him before whispering a single question in your ear, making sure that he was being quiet enough to not draw even more suspicion. “Can I wrap my arm around you?”

“Yes,” the word bolted from your mouth quietly, your voice already thick with tears. Jeremy mapped the way you’d have to walk out of the store, acknowledging that you would have to walk right past him if Jeremy had you walk on the right side. Instead of relying on his dominant hand, he wrapped his left arm around you, ensuring that you’d be on the safer side while Jeremy would probably get the worst of it. He kept the pace as you leaned into him, fear screaming from you so loud that Jeremy couldn’t believe more people weren’t rushing to help. For a second, Jeremy’s eyes met your ex-boyfriend’s as you two walked past, Jeremy remaining as stoic as your ex, knowing that the aftermath of this was going to be brutal. Jeremy can feel you shake against his skin, almost begging him to move faster and past this moment.

The second leaves and you two step out of the automatic doors. Your feet push you to be faster than Jeremy; his arm falling from keeping you close to a reassuring touch on your back. You pull the car keys out of your pocket, hands still shaking as you walk faster and faster to your car. With one click, it unlocks and you climb into the driver’s seat, hands white as you grip the keys. Jeremy goes into the passenger seat, leaving the food items on the floor by him while you focused on nothing outside. Your breathing stops being so accelerated, but you can’t bring yourself to even let go of the strong grip on your keys. The air settles for a second, death looming in the car before Jeremy finally speaks again, in an attempt to help you get to safety.

“Maybe I should drive.”

You don’t move or say anything for a second, acting like he isn’t there. Jeremy’s fear hits him—he’s too late, you’ve already gone into a flashback and panic so bad that you can’t even bring yourself to look at him. He’s seen this in himself, he knows how bad it is, but unfortunately, the moment’s before couldn’t be erased. So instead, Jeremy waits. He doesn’t dare move but lets you process every moment, every word, and what to do next. It’s another minute at least before you speak again. “Y-Yeah. You need to drive. I can’t do that right now.”

“Okay.” He stops for a second, letting things settle before he continues. “Do you want to switch seats?”

“I can’t feel anything from my eyes down, Jeremy.”

He nods, trying his hardest not to further disturb you or dig up anything worse than what was going on. “Let me know when you’re ready.”

It’s another 30 seconds at least of pure silence and stillness. The keys jingle first, and Jeremy realizes that you’d gain courage, that something is stirring within you so you can move enough to make the keys jingle. Your hand finds its way to the door handle, caution dripping in every action. The door opens and Jeremy begins to move, quickly going through the motions to meet you on the other side. You’re barely out of the car before Jeremy offers his hand, giving you structure and someone to lean on as he softly guides you to the passenger side. It’s sweet, but the moments of kindness are slipping away quickly—it’s hard to remain soft in such a sharp circumstance. You get situated in the seat after Jeremy opens the door for you, closing the door softly enough so you won’t flinch at the slamming door. He rushes to the other side, opening his own door before sliding in. His hand reaches out once he’s sitting with his seat belt buckled, almost asking for the keys that lay in your grip still, almost like they were the things that were going to keep you safe. There’s another moment of silence before Jeremy has no idea where he’s going. “Do you still want to get dinner?”

You shake your head slightly, still stuck on staring straight ahead. “Sorry. I’m sorry, I can’t…I can’t do that. I’m not hungry. I want to go home.”

Jeremy nods before starting the car as softly as he can. You don’t jump at the startup and relax under the hum the car creates. You’re silent for another second as Jeremy puts the car in gear, handling each moment against the car as smoothly as he can. Caution plagues him as he turns around to pull out of the parking lot. He moves the car slowly before finally putting the car in drive and heading out of the parking lot and back onto the road, back to safety. You sigh for a second, eyes now moving and scanning the trees.

“You know, talking uhh, talking helps. Not much, but it’s better than nothing.”

“Yeah. Yeah, okay. We can talk.” The words stumble out, but Jeremy almost can’t find something to talk about. His brain attempts to find something safe to talk about, something you’d be interested in enough to partake in the conversation—something that would distract you. His mind finally settles on something that he hadn’t thought about up until a month ago. “Uhh, I guess Christine made a new friend. She posted a photo on Instagram, I’m not really sure what it was about, but I think it’s good she’s making friends at college. That’s important, you know? I was worried that she’d be like…an outsider, being from New Jersey and stuff. She also mentioned to me that she hopes you’re doing well. I forgot to tell you before, but she’s rooting for you. I thought you’d like to know, since you two both kind of went out of state and have a lot in common, I guess.”

“Oh,” comes first, a little color returning to your cheeks. “Tell her thank you and that I hope she’s doing well, too.” Your eyes now trace the trees as they move past, relaxing a little bit into the scene. The seat is stiff as you lean back onto it, fingers beginning to relax. “Do you mind if I uhh pick the music? I don’t completely feel my hands again, but I think I can try that.”

“Absolutely.”

“Thanks.” It’s a slow process, a contemplation before your hand even moves. You decide to put on something soft and sweet, and to Jeremy, it sounds like a song from Waitress. He doesn’t ask about it, leaving the melodies undisturbed as he stops at a stoplight, just happy that you’re feeling more like yourself again. He can hear your breath deepen as your shoulders go down.

The rest of the car ride back to Jeremy’s house is silent, besides the music flooding through the car. It doesn’t feel right to talk, to discuss what happened. Not yet, at least. It feels better to leave everything hanging there among the music, to just let it go as fast as you two can before talking about in detail. And while Jeremy is disappointed about dinner, he’d rather you be safe than force you through something that could put a strain on you and the relationship. He’d once pretty much vowed to himself to keep you safe and happy—forcing you through dinner would be a horrible thing to do.

He pulls into his driveway, the car slowing to a stop as he does so. His eyes glance at you as you gaze at his house for a second longer. You sigh before making eye contact with him. “I’m sorry I ruined—”

“Don’t worry about it,” Jeremy says. “It’s not like you anticipated him working there and seeing him. Stuff happens sometimes.”

You’re quiet for a second, encoding what Jeremy said into your brain. A small “thank you” comes from you. There’s another beat before you apologize, the words hanging into the air.

“Like I said, life happens. It’s okay,” Jeremy reassures while nodding, his hand on the door handle.

“Oh”—you start grabbing your stuff, including the keys that Jeremy had subconsciously set on the console—“I’ll walk you to your doorstep.” You open your door with a pop, finally feeling a little bit steadier than you had since leaving the grocery store.

Jeremy blushes before meeting you on the pavement of his driveway. You smile somewhat sadly at him, regret influencing some extra lines being formed on your face. Your hand is offered to him, and Jeremy takes it softly, the contact creating a darker blush. “I had fun,” you note, playing with the keys. “Well except for maybe that last part. But I’ll uhh, make it up to you.”

“You don’t have to—”

“Jeremy. That wasn’t fair to randomly cancel. But thank you for being there.”

“Oh uhh, you’re welcome.”

You nod before continuing with the statement. “I didn’t just mean today. I meant like, all the time. And for, well, blocking me from him.”

“No problem.” He checks the time with his phone before returning your sheepish smile back, giving both of you a chance to be comfortable in this moment for a change. “You should go,” comes from Jeremy suddenly. “Your parents are probably looking for you.”

“Yeah,” you say, nodding at the observation before glancing around Jeremy’s street. You look back at him after glancing, taking in the moment. “I’ll text you. We’ll go out to eat next time. Promise.”

Jeremy chuckles at your antics for a second, the smile he can’t help influencing his actions. “Sounds good.”

“Have a good night, Jeremy,” you smile at him, giving his hand a tight squeeze before you let go of it altogether.

“You too. Text me when you get home.”

You nod before heading back into the car, seemingly okay for now. Jeremy inhaled, praying that it wasn’t just an act, that you weren’t secretly falling apart about this. Even from the beginning, Jeremy had known you were a good actor, easily gliding from day to day and pretending that nothing bothered you—like nothing was wrong. He knew today cut deeper than anything had in a while. He sighed before walking into his house, the lights on, meaning his dad was most likely home.

Jeremy can feel his phone vibrate, expecting a text from you, telling him that you’d made it home okay. He can feel a sense of surprise go across his face at the contact, and even more so at the message. His hands start to sweat as he reads the message over and over again.

Rich: We need to talk.

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We've all been there at some time in our lives! You eat healthy and balanced, function out right, and also think you should have a rip off dish, and also two weeks later on you are knee deep in delicious chocolate wrappers, residing on cake, pizza, and also pudding.

Okay, that could have been a real-life example. It happened to my friend.

Yes, by 'my pal' I mean me. No, I'm not honored. It occur, okay!

I'm only human.

Anyhow, allow's talk shedding all that weight, despite exactly how you put it on. You'll have to promise me that you will not inform any individual, it's a secret.

I'll tell you concerning the finest exercise for weight loss! And I assure you, you'll appreciate all it!

Keep checking out to understand more about this little secret.

A Little Concerning Cardio and also Weight Training

Wait, what?

Did you believe I would certainly just distribute the secret !? Well, it's coming.

But initially, I want you to know something important regarding these 2 types of exercise. After all, you know just what they say:

" You provide a pauper a fish as well as you feed him for a day. You show him to fish and also you give him an occupation that will feed him for a life time."

Let's learn how to fish!

Cardio: Infant You Make My Heart Beat Faster!

So, allow me just begin by stating that you're living under a rock if you haven't heard words cardio before!

But what are cardio exercises?

Let me inform you ... you ready for some truths? Allow's go!

Well, cardio exercise is any type of exercise which enhance your heartrate. And also, no, checking out your crush doesn't count as cardio! Just what makes your heart race? Well, there are numerous tasks that do! Like running, cycling, rotating, etc.

Yes, there's a reason I'm telling you all this. Cardio is possibly the ideal way to lose fat. That's why they inform individuals that are fat a little plump to opt for a run/swim/jog etc. And also of course, zumba and all that exotic things likewise comes under cardio.

But, did you understand that it's simply not cardio that actually assists you shed weight?

Weight Training: What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stronger!

Weight training or strength training is often related to that closed 'weights area' in the gym from where all those unacceptable grunts come from.

When I speak about weight training, individuals generally consider a person like Arnold Schwarzenegger, you understand, a body builder with a muscle body. However in fact, weightlifting is important for everybody, not just the bodybuilding enthusiasts. Particularly if you wish to shed weight.

What!? Ain't no means I'm mosting likely to lift weights!

Actually, you should reevaluate that. Why you ask? Well, there's an additional side to this story. As well as no, it does not mean you'll obtain those balloon muscles.

Your Tendons, Bones, Tendons and also Joints As well as Why You NEED Weight Training!

Let's discuss the four points first, your tendons, bones, tendons and joints. I make sure you might have found somebody in your life who was a 'fitness' enthusiast. I claim 'physical fitness' due to the fact that all they ever before did was cardio ... allow me share something with you.

My aunt had constantly been on the much heavier side, and also in a bid to drop weight she did just what any individual would have:

She went on a diet plan and signed up with a gym.

But, she never ever entered the 'Narnia' -is exactly what I want to call it-of the health club, the weight area. Obviously, all she ever before did was most likely to the fitness center as well as run/cycle/ or just do the crossrunner. And one great day she took a light loss from the treadmill and also tore her ankle ligament!

No, I'm not completely offering you off cardio, there's a moral to my story. Hear me out.

This occurred because aunt completely neglected strength training. You may think my insurance claim is as well bold, but it's really not. You see, my auntie had quit all kinds of workout for many years before she joined the health club. Which means, that she had shed all of lean muscle mass that she had when she was energetic, as well as her tendons. bones, ligaments and also joints had ended up being weak!

Meet Your New Love: Stamina Training

So, how does toughness training come into play?

Well, consider it this way, if cardio helps you obtain quicker, after that, toughness training helps you get more powerful. If you also educate your body once a week, chances of injury reduction dramatically.

And, that doesn't such as a round bum!

Jokes aside, research studies have revealed that stamina training assists you burn extra calories compared to cardio alone.

How, you ask? Well.

It's just simple.

The afterburn.

Did you recognize that you shed calories all day?

Yes, your body makes use of energy to run, similar to your laptop needs battery.

So, you melt calories all the time. Now, the afterburn generally describes the calories you burn after an exercise (du-uh!) as well as studies have actually shown that us people melt even more calories after a strength workout than after a regular cardio workout.

In reality, you shed more calories for approximately 48 hours of a stamina workout!

Pheww..

That was a whole lot to take in, had not been it?

You're a Snow: A General Guideline of Thumb

You must be scraping your head thinking what the hell I am talking about.

I understand why you came below, you wish to know concerning the best exercise there is to reduce weight. I obtain it, I've been in your shoes for the lengthiest time. However, I should admit something.

The fitness industry is pressing many exercises, supplements, as well as wonder drugs. There are many articles available that will tell you about The Very Best means to do this, do that, but there will certainly alway be one point. I'll inform you that in a few.

Let's discuss the 'snowflake' thing initially. Do you understand that no 2 snows coincide? That each snowflake is distinct? Well, so are you.

Yes, I just estimated your mommy. Yeah, I likewise recognize your mama made use of to state that to you in those defiant teen years. However, you understand what they say, Mother recognizes best.

Since you're a special individual, what might be the ideal exercise for me could not be for you. Most of us have our rate of interest, likes, dislikes, etc. Currently, if I were to inform you that the most effective means to slim down is to swim 1 hour a day, and also you have fear of water, would you do that?

A sensible male as soon as claimed that understanding is power, as well as I would certainly favor offering you the best expertise over feeding you a 'tablet'.

So, what's my basic rule of thumb? I'll inform you.

Step One: Discover the Cardio Activity That You Love

Losing weight is not tough when you're learning something new or doing something that you love.

What goodwill going for one place like a hamster provide you?

My absolute suggestion to you would certainly be to discover the cardio activities that fit your life as well as objectives. But, just what could you do!?

Well, a Great Deal Of points! Right here are a couple of suggestions from my side:

1. Join a class

This means you kill two birds from one stone!

This makes cardio even more manageable and also fun!

2. Compete!!

I have no idea concerning you but I'm a Monica Gellar when it involves contending. If you aren't sure that Monica Gellar is then I'm absolutely sorry for you.

Anyhow, completing is the most effective way to obtain the task done. I recognize that I put things off until I have a deadline.

3. Explore

Another thing I would certainly like you to keep in mind is that you discover all the activities that you can. Attempt zumba or FIIT as well as see if they benefit you!

There are a whole lot of fat burning overviews that celebs promise by yet why do something that you recognize you 'd completely despise to reduce weight when you can in fact have a good time with it!

Now, remember that you should do your cardio workout at the very least 3 times a week. I 'd suggest you do your cardio the after your stamina training workout.

Step Two: Get Stronger!

A toughness training workout doesn't truly mean that you'll have to join the gym or buy dumbbells.

What!?

Yes, you review that right! Currently that I have actually opened your mind to stamina training my mentioning the afterburn point, all you need is a great exercise schedule. And also you don't even have to dedicate much time for it! You can do it from the comfort of your home!

You must aim for doing at the very least one stamina workout each week as well as you 'd ready to go!

A Sample Workout Schedule

So, in order to make points simple for you, I made you an example exercise routine for weight-loss exercises.

Let's see!

DAY/WORKOUTMONDAY TUESDAYWEDNESDAY THURSDAYFRIDAY SATURDAYSUNDAY CARDIO----- YES----- YES----- YESBREAK STRENGTHYES----- YES----- YES----- BREAK

If you follow this timetable you will lose weight if you maintained at it consistently!

The Final Words

Yes, I understand that I have actually gone on endlessly rambling on right here however things that I want you to eliminate from right here is that there is no ideal workout for fat burning that can be packaged as well as offered to millions. If that were a case, this would certainly would be filled by individuals with the ideal body. It's not. Keep in mind these things:

Cardio is your BFF

You do not have to withstand cardio like it's your worst adversary, no. Consider it as your buddy. Enjoy cardio, discover something you such as, learn something brand-new, don't be that hamster working on it's wheel!

This is the only method you'll ever before take pleasure in shedding weight!

Strength Training is Important

Strength training is a good idea given that it assists you melt more calories and get stronger and also stay clear of injury.

That being said, I rest my instance. I hope you located this post resourceful. Leave remarks if you assume I have actually covered whatever. If you have any concerns or worries after that I'm right below to assist you via them!

Have a good day!

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BTS Reactions ~ Date Night~[Hyung Line]

I’m actually posting content!?!? ik, right?? And its a long one! This has taken me all month to finally finish, so I hope it turned out good <3  Now to see how long Maknae line takes me...

Links and m/l in my bio~ 

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Date nights are in stone for him. Every Thursday night his schedule was cleared for you and if something came up it’d better get cleared or he would have some words. Same goes for you. Oh, your friends thought it would be nice to go to a movie with you on a Thursday night? That’s cute, better pick a different day though. Oh, your boss needs you that night? Ya, no. They better get someone else. And if they have a problem they can take it up with him. 

Some weeks date nights would be the only time you both would have the chance to see each other, so that alone would make him very insistent about it. I think hes the type to really value time together, so he would cherish the nights you had and would do what he needed to to make every one special. In his own way of course. They would start out early, maybe 5pm or earlier if you were both free. He would bring you to his apartment so you both could deescalate from all the chaos of the week prier, he would have groceries delivered so the both of you wouldn’t even have to leave if you didn’t want to. Sometimes he would cook, or you both would cook together. Other nights you would splurge and he would take you out to dinner somewhere nice. Somewhere with a gorgeous view and expensive wine. I feel like he wouldn’t be insistent on “dressing for the occasion” if you were both tired. He’s Jin, he could wear sweatpants to a 5 star restaurant and no one would bat an eye. And he would still call you beautiful if you showed up in pajamas and messy hair. 

Whether  you decided to stay in or not he would make sure you had both eaten until you were full and content, wanting to take you back to curl up together on the couch. You would watch something silly together, maybe some bad horror movies, anything you didn’t have to pay too much attention to because you would most likely be talking through it anyway. Talking, wrestling, lots of tickle fights, with sweet kisses in between. Every moment would be carefree with him, every Thursday becoming your weekly getaway from the stresses of real life.  And he would make it a point to be like that, real life could start at midnight and you could talk and rant about your lives then, but Thursdays were vacation. 

I also don’t see him letting you leave until morning, whatever that entailed~

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I doubt he would even call it date night, but that’s what it would be. I see it being spur of the moment, never planned longer than a week in advance unless it was a special occasion. Or unless he planned something in secret. I see it being really casual as well. It could even be the both of you running some errands and grabbing a bite to eat, but you would be together. Whatever you could work into your busy schedules. Sometimes if it was an off day you both had he would want to just sit around and do nothing, but would be more than pleased if you were willing to sit around and do nothing with him. 

And I mean nothing. As soon as you were over you would just laze around in his room, never leaving it if you didn’t have to. You might curl up with a laptop on his bed in a pillow fort while he online shopped or something. Listening to a playlist you both put together, breaking away from your devices to chat occasionally. You would both order some delivery and just hope that someone else was home to bring the food to his room so you wouldn’t have to venture out and be social. Some time into the day you would have fallen asleep; all curled up by your laptop, and he would wake you by dragging you into his arms and playing with your hair.  He would tell you how much it meant to him to just be able to spend casual time together with you, even if you weren’t really doing anything.

But on a night out things would be different. You both would go somewhere classy ™.   Classy and quite, probably on an off day too. You’d both sit in a corner by a window so you could people watch in peace. You’d sit and gossip and throw shade for hours over several glasses of wine. He’d tell you about how the wines he was picking were made, or even about the furniture or architecture in the restaurant. I feel like it’d be mostly him talking on a night out, all with his hands (especial after the wine) and he would just be living off of your reactions, however small they might be. 

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(I just reallly wanted to use this gif, and I may have been overly inspired by it. Oops xD) 

I feel like he would be the most planed. If its gonna be a date, its gotta be a DATE. Any other night you two were together could be casual, but once he had time on an excuse to go all out that’s exactly what he would do. I could see him making reservations for some place that’s super difficult to get into (I mean not for him cuz hes J-fucking-HOPE but~) Some place you’ve gotta count the 0′s next to the prices to be sure you read that right. He’d already prepare for you freaking out about not owning anything nearly lavish enough to be seen in a place like that. He’d just tell you to go open your closet and once you did there would be this brand new outfit for you, shoes and all. It’d be something booshie like Versace, Gucci,  Yves Saint Laurent etc. He’d take the price tags off so you couldn’t freak out about how much he was spending too, probably also rummaged through your closet months ago just so he knew your sizes. I see him renting a car for him to drive you rather than a driver, something sporty. Once you parked; valley, He walk you down towards the front entrance, his hand at the small of your back. It’d be so godamn fancy that paparazzi would be snapping pictures, and there would be plenty of other celebrity’s around. Probably poses for the cameras, spins and dips you to show you off because he would be proud to be spotted with his s/o so publicly. 100% gonna check the headlines to see the pics of you two once you both ordered.

But most nights you two would just goof around, maybe go to a karaoke night, or go shopping together. Maybe grab some burgers and head over to the company building so he could show you some dances he had been working on. Probably scream with you being extra competitive in an arcade until they kick y’all out at closing xD

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Date nights? Nononono. Date Days. Most days I don’t really see him being that into planning either. Prefers to pick a general destination and lets things progress “organically” from there.  I see him showing up at your door on your day off with a couple of bicycles he rented. Maybe a cute bouquet of flowers he may or may not have dropped a couple of times on the way over.  You would usher him inside and ask him how he even got all the way to you with two bikes and one free hand. A story for the ages. After you put the flowers in a vase and kissed him thank you he would already be dragging you towards the door, not wanting to wast any time. He already would have a destination in mind, somewhere quite on the outskirts of town a few miles out. Somewhere you could sit and enjoy the scenery, but close by to some local shops and restaurants he would be excited to visit. You would take the long way there, biking side by side through back neighborhoods and parks, maybe stopping by a lake to chase the birds and goof around in the water while looking for fish. 

Once you arrived you would ditch the bikes and stroll around through town.You would shop around and find a bunch of unique jewelry and clothing you would both be dying to add to your collections. Might have to hold him back from buying too much. Mid afternoon he would take you to a nature sanctuary. You would sit out in the grass by a stream among all sorts of trees and flowers. He would hold your hands while you lay back and talked for hours, watching the clouds and just enjoying how peaceful it was. He would share his thoughts and feelings, probably spilling his heart out to you and letting it be known just how much he appreciates the time you had. Once it got dark you would go back into town and find a small restaurant to eat at before heading back home. The way back would be just as care free, basking in the moonlight and watching the stars and headlights passing by. Probably stays the night at your place, and asks for your help returning the bikes come morning~ 

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