#High&Low fanfic

[hyugaruma]

H&L: Sweet Things They Say To You

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re: how they show you they love you with their words…

hmmm idk how happy i am with this one but it’s been sitting in my notes for a minute soooo OH WELL

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Cobra: “I will forever fight for you and with you.” His lip is busted and his face is bruised. You can feel the way your heart clenches at seeing him battered from the fight he just partook in, some goons having thought it a good idea to harass you outside of ITOKAN Diner. Luckily your boyfriend had arrived just in time. Despite his marred state, he holds your gaze so that you know that he’s true to his word, and all you can do is nod.

The Mugen way of devotion and loyalty easily translates to Cobra in a relationship. He would literally die for you. Your fights are his fights. However, he tries his hardest to keep you out of his, and Sannoh’s, fights. He can’t imagine how he could live with himself if something happened to you.

Rocky: “I’ve waited my whole life to meet you.” Rocky softly places a hand on the small of your back, pulling you in close so he can bury his face in your neck. You can feel the tension in his shoulders dissipate at finally having you in his arms after an arduous day at Club Heaven. You respond by wrapping your arms around him to pull him in even closer. No other words are needed; just having you at his side is all he could ever ask for.

Rocky wholeheartedly means the words he says. He isn’t one to so easily dedicate himself to one person; he has many women to protect, after all. But the moment he meets you, he can’t even begin to imagine the way it was before. He was so lonely without ever having realized it.

Murayama: “I can’t wait to see you again.” Murayama is reluctant to release the grasp his hand has on your own, wasting as much time as possible standing with you outside your house after your date together. You can’t help but giggle at the obvious ploy, leaning in to land a chaste kiss on his cheek that sends the tips of his ears pink. He’s quick to pull you back in once you try to pull away, this time to land a playful kiss of his own on your lips.

Murayama lives to spend time with you. Right after he drops you off at your house after hanging out all day, he’s already texting you how much he misses you and trying to make plans as soon as possible. If you’d allow it, he would see you every day if possible. He’d never grow tired of you.

Smoky: “Thank you for choosing me.” The two of you sit side-by-side at the ledge of a deconstructed factory building, looking out at Nameless City laid out beneath you. You look to him, and he’s giving you a gentle, almost sad, smile. You can’t even imagine a world where you wouldn’t choose him, but somewhere swimming in those brown eyes of his is a self-doubt that you hope someday can be remedied. You give him a smile back, one that says you feel the exact same way.

Smoky can’t even comprehend why someone like you, someone so amazing, would choose someone like him. He really doesn’t know what he did to deserve you. Surely there’s someone out there who could give you more than he ever could, at least so he thinks. But, you did choose him, and he is forever thankful to have you by his side.

Hyuga: “Thank you for putting up with me.” Hyuga is sprawled out on the futon that the two of you share, watching as you change into your pajamas to settle down for the night. His eyes show a softness that he reserves only for you. He holds out a hand to beckon you to him, and you oblige, crawling into the futon to situate yourself between his lazy arms. He can’t help but land a light kiss on your temple before pulling you close to drift off into a peaceful slumber.

Hyuga knows he’s not a perfect man. Far from it, even. He can’t imagine why you’re so willing to continue dealing with his ways, but he hopes you’ll continue to do so for a long, long while. If he could ask for one selfish wish, it would be to have you as his for the rest of his time on this earth.

Hiroto: “I’m always here for you.” Hiroto stands awkwardly in the doorway of your apartment as he eyes you closely. He can tell that something has been bothering you, but that you were reluctant to confide in him about your problems. You raise your eyes to meet his gaze and find nothing but complete honesty and truth within them. Feeling your own eyes begin to mist over, you opt to dropping your head to his chest to hide your show of emotions. A hand comes up to gently rest against the back of your neck, and to attempt to soothe your worries away.

Hiroto isn’t a man of many overtly affectionate words or gestures. He tends to show his love through action. But, he does want you to know that he would do anything for you. If you ever have a problem, he hopes that he’ll be the first person you come to, even if it’s just you needing a listening ear.

Ice: “I love every little thing about you.” Ice’s fingertips ghost delicately across your cheek and down your jaw, touch so soft it’s as if he’s afraid you might disappear right before his very eyes. He wears his signature shades, but you can still see the way his eyes admire you, flitting between your eyes to your nose to your lips, an affectionate reverence for each and every part of you. His hand rests on your neck as his thumb softly caresses your chin, and he can’t help the smile of complete adoration that overtakes him.

When Ice says he loves every little thing, he isn’t exaggerating. All your flaws and quirks, he wouldn’t give a single one of them up. He’s a man who accepts you completely and wholly. And he would spend the rest of his life ensuring that you see yourself in the light that he sees you in.

Jesse: “I love when you smile.” Jesse flops down on top of you lying down on the bed, resting his chin against your abdomen as he looks up at you with a cheeky, yet genuine, smile. In turn, you move your hand to brush through his blonde locks, and he leans fervently into your touch. You can feel the deep exhale he lets out. Jesse pushes himself up, hoisting himself to be positioned above you so that he’s now looking down at you. His own hand finds itself entangling with your hair, his eyes glued to that sweet, sweet smile on your lips.

Jesse isn’t someone who shows his affections through words, but nothing in the world makes his heart swell more than seeing your genuine smile. Especially if he was the cause of it. Your smile can instantly turn even his sourest of moods around. He spends his days chasing after the high of basking in your joy and happiness.

Ryu: “You’re my forever.” Ryu stands behind you, watching you from the mirror as you get ready to go out to dinner together. His hands find themselves snaking down to your hips, and his chin resting dutifully on your shoulder. He watches your shy reactions through the reflection, and the tiny smile that you can’t seem to hold back. His arms tighten as he pulls your back against his chest. You can feel his steady heartbeat. You lean your head against his and bask in the moment of utter tranquility with your lover.

Ryu doesn’t open himself up and give himself to others so willingly. You have to be a very special person to open up that side of him. So when he says ‘forever,’ he actually means ‘forever.’ He just hopes that you feel the same level of devotion, because he can’t imagine finding anyone like you again.

[fireofjudgement]

New Territory (Part 2)

Previous chapter

Fandom: High&Low

Pairing: Murayama x f!reader

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: f!reader, established relationship, friends to lovers, mentions of cheating, mentions of abusive relationships and domestic violence, mentions of pregnancy and pregnancy trapping, Murayama has a breeding kink (yes, that's the reveal), kissing, mentions of sex but no smut in this chapter, a lot of fluff actually ( with some angst)

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"Here you go!" You gladly accepted the hot beverage he offered you. You didn't even realize how cold you were until you entered the room. His apartment was nothing special, it looked exactly like you'd imagine a bachelor's apartment to look like. You could definitely scratch the wife and kids - no woman has ever stepped a foot into this place, of that you were sure. "Are you sure you're okay? Do you need anything? I can get you a blanket or-"

"I'm fine. All I need is for you to be honest with me. I can handle the truth, whatever it is." You assured him, this time looking straight into his eyes. No more excuses, no more escaping. He had to tell you the truth.

"I..I don't even know where to start, to be honest.." he admitted. "It's so stupid, you'll probably just laugh at me and then leave." 

"I won't, I promise. I just want to know."

Finally. Something inside him must have broken, because for the first time since you've met him, he finally opened up to you. For the next couple of hours you'd sit there, quietly listening to him talking about his past relationships, how horribly all of them ended and how scared he was about history repeating itself. He struggled to explain why exactly all of that happened, carefully picking each and every word, but after a while he admitted that it was because of his..unconventional sexual preferences. More specifically, his fantasies of purposefully getting a woman pregnant. 

"So.. like a breeding kink?" You asked without flinching. You were surprised, to say the least, but also oddly relieved. He wasn't cheating on you, he didn't have a secret life, he wasn't a serial killer either. And he did love you, he loved you enough to be terrified of potentially losing or hurting you. You still weren't really sure what to think about his peculiar interests, but you knew one thing - you weren't going to leave him over something like this. You were shocked to learn how ashamed he was of something so harmless, so much so that he thought he'd have to hide it, or he'd lose you forever.

"Yeah..It was just a fantasy at first, roleplay, I guess. But when I met you, when I realized I'm in love with you..it suddenly became very real. I couldn't stop thinking about getting you pregnant with my child, then another one as soon as you've given birth.. When you mentioned being on the pill, my first thought was to swap it for something else without telling you..That's when I realized how far it all went and decided to ghost you, but I only did it to protect you.." he wasn't looking you in the eyes. He couldn't, but you knew how much pain he was in, you felt it. You were hurt too. Listening to him talk about his ex-girlfriends calling him a freak, a sexual deviant, even throwing a glass bottle at him at one point..He didn't deserve any of that. 

"Protect me from what?"

"Myself." 

You couldn't handle it anymore. Rising from your seat, you rushed to comfort him, your lips seeking out his.

"And why on earth would you do that when you're the only thing I need?" 

His eyes widened in surprise. Your words clearly went against what he expected, but you didn't give him a chance to respond, closing the distance between you, desperate to feel the warmth of his body again. Words were the last thing you needed at that moment. You loved him, you missed him, and you needed him - now more than ever.

A couple hours later, you left his apartment with mixed feelings. On one hand you were ecstatic to have him back, to know the truth behind his disappearance and to finally have him trust you enough to let you touch him, be intimate for the first time since you've met. But on the other hand you were worried..your first time wasn't as exciting and romantic as you've expected and fantasized. It was clear that he was holding back, trying not to hurt you or weird you out, despite assuring him a thousand times that it's okay. That he's okay. Even though both of you finished, neither of you was really satisfied. You could tell how disappointed with himself Murayama was, and it hurt you.

After all was said and done, you've had a long, serious, and long overdue conversation. You admitted to him that you've never thought about children on your own but with him..if he would step up and support you and the baby, you could actually see the two of you starting a family of your own. And then there was the whole sexual aspect of it - you were especially curious about that. Murayama, however, didn't seem too convinced, fear still visible in his eyes. 

He asked for you to give him some time to figure everything out, but he also promised that he would never ghost you again, leave without a word. He promised he'd prove to you that he's a good boyfriend and, potentially, a good father. He made it clear that, should you not want children or be into the same things as him, he'd never force or convince you to participate in them anyway. Your consent, wellbeing and happiness were his priorities, so much more important than his fantasies and kinks.

And so you decided to give him a last chance - no more lies, no more excuses. No more ghosting. And so for the next few weeks you slowly tried to rebuild your relationship, giving each other time and space, always being there for the other, always being honest about your doubts, worries and expectations. So far it was going good, you could with all confidence say that you trusted him, the fear of him abandoning you again slowly dissipating, though not completely gone yet. You were trying your best too, making sure he knew how much you loved and appreciated him for who he was, with all his flaws and quirks and kinks.

The only aspect of your relationship still remaining rather unsatisfactory was your sex life. Murayama's trauma from past relationships and the fear of losing you for the same exact reasons turned out to be a bigger problem than you'd originally thought. He insisted on having public dates, your first time remaining your only one up until that point. It annoyed you, admittedly, he was your boyfriend after all and you wanted him. All of him. You were growing tired of only eating at restaurants, only watching movies at the theater, only spending time with him in public. You felt more like his friend rather than his lover. But you endured it all, telling yourself to be patient. As soon as he realizes you won't leave him, no matter what, he'll come around, you were sure of that. You just didn't know that day would come sooner than expected. 

It was a beautiful Saturday morning - perfect weather, your schedule free for the whole day, and Murayama right by your side. You wished you could just see him in his apartment instead of a park, but you tried to focus on the positives. There was a certain charm in having a little picnic together, enjoying the sun and each other's company. He even bought you flowers, something nobody else has ever done for you before. You appreciated small gestures like that.  Needless to say, the date was going great. 

Well, almost perfect. With how beautiful the weather was, it didn't surprise you that the park was full of people - happy couples walking hand in hand, families with children enjoying a day off, older people walking their dogs. Even though you knew these people did nothing wrong - most of them were probably just trying to enjoy their weekend after a long week of work or school, and they had the right to do so, at that moment you wished they'd all stay at home instead. The loud noise, children screaming and dogs barking mixed with the smells - some quite pleasant, others not so much - was definitely taking away from the quality time the two of you were hoping for, and needed so desperately.

You really tried to focus on Murayama, unwilling to let such a small inconvenience ruin your time together, but he knew you too well, immediately noticing that something was wrong. It didn't take long for him to figure out what it was either. It saddened him to see your disappointed, slightly annoyed expression, but he knew it was for the best. He hoped you understood it too. He also hoped you knew how much he appreciated you trying so hard, fighting for your relationship. Nobody has ever done so much for him, nobody has even tried to understand him before. 

His emotions have started to take over, his brain full of thoughts about your future together, his heart full of love for you. He wanted to express himself, make sure you know how much he loves you, make sure you feel how much he loves you, but just as he was getting ready to say something, he felt something small but heavy fly right by his face, missing it by mere inches. Murayama was caught off guard, embarrassment hitting him at the realization that he wasn't, in fact, dying an agonizing death, but was simply the target of an impressive, albeit completely misdirected, ball throw. It was hard not to get embarrassed when you looked at him like that, barely able to contain laughter. 

Not sure how to react when he was finally approached by the visibly terrified child - who was also the author of said throw - Murayama simply tried to play it off, congratulating them on their skills, and offering to teach them how to aim better next time. Better safe than sorry, right? 

You could see the little kid's relief slowly growing into admiration when your boyfriend suddenly got up and joined their game for a short time. The whole scene was so unexpected, so spontaneous and out of character for him, but for some reason you couldn't help but feel touched by the way he interacted with the kids. The way he made them laugh uncontrollably, finally letting loose and laughing along with them. Seeing him like that changed something inside you - you desperately wanted for him to be like that every day from now on. You just had to figure out how to achieve that.

He must have noticed you staring because he soon said goodbye to all the kids and came back to your spot, still a little embarrassed but also visibly happy and in a playful mood. Encouraged by your questions, he started reminiscing about his own childhood, his friends and what they would get up to in their free time. You tried to listen, always eager to learn more about him, but you caught your thoughts wandering in an..interesting direction. You were hoping he wouldn't notice, or that, if he did, he wouldn't mind.

"So..are you going to tell me what you're thinking about? Am I just that boring?" He tried to act playful, but you could see the worry in his eyes. He, understandably, still wasn't sure how strong your relationship really was.

"No, of course not! I'm sorry, I just.."

"You just what?"

"I just saw you with these kids and..I think you'd make a great dad, that's all." 

You weren't exactly sure why that thought even crossed your mind, or why you shared it with Murayama, but you quickly regretted it when your eyes met his, now completely dark. You couldn't figure out what he was thinking, the look on his face one like you've never seen before.

[xsweetelegantdisasterx]

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❧ Summary: The Belladonna’s were always successful in keeping a low profile. They kept their numbers small, and their friendships smaller. After Kuryu discovers they have the ideal location for their casino, they start causing trouble for the group. With the help of the Amamiya Brothers, and the S.W.O.R.D district, they must overcome the biggest battle of their lives.

❧ Characters: Masaki, Hiroto, S.W.O.R.D Members, Original Characters.

❧ Pairings: Masaki/OFC, Hiroto/OFC.

❧ Genre: Angst, some fluff, there's betrayal.

❧ Warning: There's going to be violence & some suggestive situations. If you don't feel comfortable, please don't read. ♡

❧ W/C: 2270

❧ A/N: This is a work in progress, I have 4 chapters written, working on 5 now. Please bare with me as my job keeps me busy, but I'll push out chapters as I can. Hopefully you enjoy ♡ Also I'm super nervous on sharing this piece, so please go easy on the slaying

➻ Taglist: @stardragongalaxy

Reign started to stir as she felt heavy. Her head was pounding, feeling as a train ran her over. She rolled over seeing pillows separating her and Masaki. She looked down noticing his leathers were on her backwards.

“Masaki, what the hell?” She couldn't help but laugh and be confused all in the same breath.

He grinned, opening his eyes, stretching a bit sitting up, “I don’t know if you know this Reign, but you get frisky when you're drunk. I made a pillow fort and put you in my jacket, backwards mind you, to protect my innocence.”

“You put me in a straightjacket?” She looked in the mirror, trying to confirm what she was seeing.

“To protect the sanctity of my innocence.”

“Your innocence huh? Masaki, I believe a lot of things, but you being a hundred percent innocent is not one of them.”

He rubbed his hair amused at the whole situation. “You tried to molest me, I had to prevent that.”

“How long do I have to stay in this homemade straightjacket?”

“Until your sexual deviations are gone.”

Reign furrowed her eyes. She was going to get out of it one way or another. No matter how hard she tried, she could not reach the zipper due to his leather jacket being stiff. Masaki got up putting on his shirt, he kissed Reign on her head as he walked out. She threw on her joggers searching for Kurenai. Maybe her best friend would help her out of this conundrum. Reign got to the bottom of the stairs noticing everyone in the kitchen. They were all seemingly in an important discussion. All eyes were on hers, snickering coming from the guys.

“Kure. . My sweet, beautiful friend. . Can I have your assistance with this zipper.”

Kure just looked dumbfounded, sharing glances between her and Masaki. A smirk befell her lips before answering.

“I have so many questions right now. First, why are you wearing the jacket backwards?”

“We have a comedian in the house, that goes by the stage name Masaki. He put me in this.”

“Tell them why,” he gestured his hand before taking a bite out of the orange in his hand.

“Listen, no. Nothing I say makes this any less awkward for me.”

Saikon circled her laughing like he’d heard the best joke. “How drunk did you get to put a jacket on backwards? I thought you could hold your liquor?”

“Saikon I didn’t ask for your input.”

“You’re still dancing around the reason Reign,” Masaki’s dimples showed.

“Is nobody planning to help me?” Reign tried to cross her arms but was unsuccessful.

As if nothing could get worse, Reign heard Sisi's obnoxious cackle behind her. If the samurai decided to just appear out of thin air and stab Reign, it would be better than to hear her mouth about the situation. She closed her eyes trying to envision a time nicer than this, to help cool her off. When she opened her eyes again, Kenshin was bent over the island laughing.

Reign turned slightly glaring at Masaki. “Shut up Sisi.”

“Reign do me a favor, lift your arms a bit,” Siyeon sat down.

“I’m done with everyone in this room. Masaki, you don’t play fair.”

“What did you do?” Ivy circled her.

“Nothing that concerns anyone in this room. I guess I’ll have to call Murayama to get me out of this jacket,” Reign headed towards the door, smirking just knowing he’d help then.

“Tell him I said hi.”

She stopped. He was calling her bluff.

“What do I have to do to get out this jacket?” she tried to whisper as low as she could, “I promise I won't get fresh with you.”

Everyone's mouth gaped open. Masaki smiled as he walked over to her, her cheeks filled will blush, “At least not when you're drunk,” he whispered in her ear.

Reign heard her freedom in the form of a zipper. Looking back at Masaki, she glared. A cup of coffee stole her attention as she grabbed it before heading upstairs.

“Reign that was mine,” Saikon was offended she took it.

“Call it your asshole tax,” she sipped it walking up the stairs.

“I don’t like to pry, but you probably just friend zoned yourself,” Kenshin patted Masaki on the back.

“On the contrary, I just built a great foundation. I didn’t want our first time to be on the account that she was under the influence,” Masaki poured coffee joining the people at the table.

“He will never allow that to happen,” Hiroto fist bumped his brother proudly.

Reign joined back downstairs after a shower and a change of clothes. She felt better, but started to feel regret about coming onto Masaki. That wasn't like her, but she did drink a lot. She got a phone call excusing herself out the room.

“Oneesan, come quick. Something’s wrong with your clinic!”

From what she was called, it could only be one of the three from Oya. She rushed into the kitchen grabbing her jacket and keys, without saying a word. Everyone looked at the panic on her face, chasing behind her. She jumped on her bike with nothing on her mind but getting to her clinic. She about had her fill on the whole Casino project. Whoever decided to try and mess with her today would pay.

After a couple of minutes of riding, she arrived to the clinic. She parked her bike grabbing a weapon out of her saddle bag. With the flick of her wrist, the weapon expanded in her hand. She saw a lot of figures standing around, but the tall figure that had his back towards her was the closest. Reign grabbed her hair sticks, placing them intricately in her hair. She took off as quickly, but quietly, as she could not to tip him off. Reign jumped up using the chair next to him. She brought the stick around, wrapping her legs around him, bringing them down; tightening her grip.

The guy was stumped as to how this happened so quickly. A few minutes of them squirming on the ground, Kurenai and the others ran in turning on the light.

“Reign! I think that’s one of the Oya boys!” Kurenai and the others were yelling.

Reign had Furuya in the choke hold. She looked down as he looked up at her; she released her hold.

“I’m so sorry Furuya.”

“Oneesan, you sure you don't want to come to Oya? That's Oya spirit!”

Murayama and Seki started clapping and jumping around happily. Furuya stood up rubbing his neck, entranced by what just happened. He immediately sat down in the chair, just watching Reign. He’d never gotten jumped by a woman before; a tiny one nonetheless.

“Murayama, what the hell? You said something was wrong with my clinic.”

“I didn’t say anything bad. I just meant your new employees didn’t have their boss here. I like where your mind went with this though Oneesan .”

Reign rested her face in her hands. When she looked up, she saw a whole room of people. She only recognized the ones from her home and the three from Oya.

“My new employees? Where Murayama?”

He made a huge circle in the center of the room, smiling, “Us Oneesan, we're your new employees.” His crew smiled and waved.

Reign crossed her arms, “You’re serious?”

“Of course. We can’t have sick animals in the district. You have a job to do, we want to help.”

“This is very kind of you all but I have no way to pay you all at the moment without clients.”

“We’ll comprise a contract Oneesan don’t you worry,” Seki was excited.

Kurenai and the others were also confused, right alongside Reign. She still had her arms crossed pacing the floor.

“What about the hours you all have class?”

“Oneesan,” Murayama’s face turned to a frown.

“Murayama, I do appreciate the sentiment, I really do, but during the day I’d have no one to help me.”

“We could take turns Oneesan,” Seki interjected.

“There are labor laws I have to abide by guys. The only thing I can think of is having temporary hours.”

She saw how passionate these kids were about helping her, she didn’t want to shoot down their offer. It would keep them out of trouble outside of their class. She thought long and hard about their offer.

“Oneesan, we can find others that might help,” Murayama looked defeated as he laid down.

Reign paced her floor in deep thought. “Can you guys be here from three to six?”

“So you'll consider our offer Oneesan ?”

“Probably against my better judgement, but yes.”

All the boys from Oya yelled as they ran to Reign hugging her; Furuya being the first one. She couldn’t help but laugh from their excitement.

“Three to six, you probably won’t be able to do anything but check people in, take payment, and disinfect after every customer. Is this understood?”

“Of course, we will not let you down.”

Reign smiled, “We’ll start this on Monday. If you’re late, you have to deal with my wrath. Get it?”

They all shook their heads excitedly.

“Good, now go home. I don't want to fight your parents,” she ushered them out the door.

Murayama, Seki, and Furuya were the lasts to leave.

“Gosh Oneesan. Your man came through can you believe it?” he grinned tapping his cheek expecting a kiss.

Reign furrowed her eyes smiling, she patted his cheek. “Thank you Murayama.”

“I see you Oneesan. I’ll get a kiss on the cheek one day.”

They walked out strutting. Kurenai, Masaki, and Hiroto approached her.

“The fact that you took Furuya down is impressive.”

“I didn’t know it was them, I just chose the closest to me.”

Reign walked over to the door ready to leave since there was nothing to be done until Monday. Masaki was the last to walk over to the door.

“Can we talk?”

“There’s literally nothing to talk about. I made a fool out of myself. I just want to chop this up as a bad memory and move on,” she locked her door heading to her bike.

He stopped her, Reign just scoffed silently. Kurenai looked back before popping the others on the chest to stop.

“I just was going to suggest hiring people.”

“Masaki, I have no money to pay anyone. With all the heat from Kuryu lately, I doubt I’m going to have prospective employees lining up at the door.”

“Hmm can't have Reignkaida worrying about that can we?” Kenshin looked over at Saikon motioning towards Reign. “Kure in retrospect you’re a manager, so you might could help manage the animals too.”

“That's honestly not a bad idea guys. Managing animals though?” Kouga crossed his arms.

“You know what I mean,” Kenshin growled a little being corrected.

“I don't want to work with her guys,” Saikon sounded put off from the whole conversation.

“You owe The Belladonna’s Sai,” Kenshin spoke up. “It’s either here or with the obnoxious ones; your choice.”

He growled under his breath, “The obnoxious ones sound like a better deal.”

Kenshin rolled his eyes from the disdain Saikon had with Reign. “Whatever, you know Reign would have your back if you needed it. The least you could do is return the favor.”

Kenshin climbed on his bike awaiting the cue to head back to the house. Kurenai was trying to figure out how they would come up with the payroll portion.

“Let's go somewhere. I have an idea on who could help loan the money,” Kurenai, Kouga, and Kenshin took off.

Reign looked over seeing Saikon and Hiroto standing around. Hiroto almost looked as troubled as Reign did. She slapped Masaki on the chest pointing at his brother; he was visibly uncomfortable. Masaki smiled as he hung his head. Hiroto joined up with them as Reign giggled. He looked over furrowing his eyes at her.

“Sorry, you just look like how I feel being around him.”

“He just gives me weird vibes,” Hiroto shoved his hands in his pockets.

“That's Sai for you. He's an asshole sometimes but he has heart,” she turned to Saikon as he glared at Reign.

“What do you want?”

“I’m going back home, you’re free to come with us.”

“I'll pass. I'm going to go find some food,” Saikon hopped on his bike leaving the trio in the distance.

“Do you two want to come?”

“I'm going home. Masaki, I'll catch you at the house,” Hiroto pulled down his shades leaving Masaki and Reign.

Reign looked over at Masaki, offering the same invitation.

“Don't look at me with your eyes,” his voice dropped.

Reign smiled. She walked over to her bike looking at Masaki again, seeing he was going to follow her. They went back to the house, being the only two there for the time being. She unlocked the door, holding it open for him. They both sat on the couch in complete silence. He would look over at her, seeing her in deep thought.

“I do feel I need to apologize to you. I’m usually not that forward, so I’m sorry.”

“I don’t need your apologies Reign. As much as I would’ve loved for us to do that, I wasn’t going to take advantage of the situation. I want you to want me without the alcohol.”

She looked around. She definitely wanted him; alcohol mixed in the equation or not. “I respect that.”

“I respect you,” once more, his dimple complimented his smile.

She pulled a pillow out from under her as she laid on his lap. He ran his hands through her hair, putting her to sleep.

[asianpoplover143]

It’s about the fic High&Low The Return (2024), so I remember asking the question on this poll (https://www.tumblr.com/asianpoplover143/760386655717900288/well-lets-say-that-it-is-the-end-however-i-do), if you all wanted me to share whatever I had on my drafts about the fic right? So the result was: “Only the sinopse”. So here it is the daft of it, feel free to give your thoughts and opinions about it.

Please be honest, I wont be upset or angry, quite the opposite I will be happy with the honesty :)

Please enjoy the daft of what I have done so far with the sinopse:

Sinopse draft:

Now with all of SWORD gangs being at peace with one another, being friends and getting along (including Kuryu Group/Mighty Warriors/Prison Gang/Doubt, Mugen, Amamiya Brothers) and also all of the High Schools (3 School Alliance: Senomon High, Kamasaka High and Ebara High; Oya High, Housen Academy, and Suzuran High) being friends and getting along as well, that’s thanks due in a certain part to Suzaki Ryo that made his (boy)friend Amagai Kohei go back to his old self, be that boy with a kind heart and etc. and also to Kohei’s younger brother that is best friends with the 2nd year students from those High Schools (specially Suzuran boys) because they have a lot in common for example they finish their fights without a single scratch or drop of their own blood, and also they still have enough energy to fight more and even to go to a war, plus they always win their fights.

And speaking of Senomon High, Ranamru is the new principal and Hirai and Takano are always there helping him with the students, when they are at Senomon the 3 of them act like parents to the students, they act totally different from the way they act with Doubt. With the students they are more heartwarming and caring, but also a funny fact about Ranmaru is that he is not a normal principal, he as soon as he is done using the speaker he always says “Hirai, how do I turn this off?”, and this is every time, and Hirai helps him. Ranmaru’s favorite students are the 2nd year students because they are mini copies of him, however the 2nd year students are the strongest ones in Senomon and the best fighters and the only ones that don’t need weapons to fight, in fact they are even able to take the weapon out of their opponent’s hands with ease. Which is why Kouei (Kohei’s younger brother) is a 2nd year student and one of the heads/leaders of both 2nd and 1st year students, and lets say kinda helps his older brother leading the 3rd year students alongside him, and not just that also the Mighty Warriors baby, and the chosen one to be the head of their family (Amagai Family) alongside Ryu the head of the Kuryu Group.

And speaking of Kuryu Group, guess who is back? If you said: “famous idols/actors that had abandoned their careers to live (or try) a normal live”. Why on earth were you even thinking of/about it? (In case you really were). The correct answer is: If you said “Kidra”, then you are absolutely correct. Yes, Kidra is back, and so is Chanson Group plus the RedDrum drug and guess what? Kidra is doing the RedDrum drug again and they are doing what they were doing in High&Low The Worst, but this time they are selling to all of the High Schools (even the ones that they sold before, like Oya High and Housen), and now 3 School Alliance involved and Suzuran. And for that and reason (and many others) Chanson Group that is the true enemy.

Oh and it doesn’t stop there! A new gang is rising back from the ashes…They are the Black Rascals, they are basically the emo version of the White Rascals, their leader? The vicious and handsome Yami, which believe it or not is Suzuran’s principal and Rocky’s the White Rascals leader, best friend since they were in kindergarten and still they remain ever since. And is one of the many reasons why the Black Rascals help the White Rascals whenever they need.

[messrmoonyy]

- Arthur Morgan hcs ( high honour vs low honour ) 18+

HH!Arthur Morgan x Fem!reader / LH!Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader

Request- LOVE your writing, can we get a high honor vs low honor Arthur in bed? HAVE A LOVELY DAY :D

A/N- ty to the anon for requesting this, I’m in one of those ruts where I’m struggling to write one shots more than like a few sentences here and there or hating everything and restarting a million times lol. So a HC request was a nice way to get me writing without thinking too hard 😭💀. I will say I have never and could never play low honour. So if it’s inaccurate well… it’s fanfiction. This is basically soft vs rough Arthur lmao

Masterlist

•Low honour•

- He’s a slightly selfish lover. If he comes first then he doesn’t particularly care if you haven’t

- Likes to use his size to his advantage. Hes taller. Heavier. Wider. Likes when he can pin you down and put his weight on you, trapping you in place. Size kink goes crazy

- Which also leads into his love of choking. And hair pulling. He just likes to manhandle you , he likes that he’s so much bigger and can just like… toss you around a bit. He likes knowing he can wrap his hand around your throat and have your literal life in his hands, and you just willingly let him.

- Of course he’s far tougher and rougher. HH!Arthur will spend ages working you up and relaxing you and making you come in the most blissfully world shattering way. LH!Arthur just wants to see how many times he can make you finish before you pass out

- OR. If he’s feeling particularly dickish. He’ll just edge you. For hours. Days. Simply because he thinks it’s funny. And he’s a jerk.

- Prone bone is one of his favs. He can trap you in place, press your face into his pillow and go to town.

- lip biter. Absolutely will tug your bottom lip between his teeth mid make out

- Possessive. Likes leaving hickeys all over you. Especially where others can see them. And he doesn’t like you hiding them either. He wants people to know you’re his

- He’ll praise you but it’s usually pretty degrading too. Like think ‘ who’s my good lil whore, hm? ‘

- Loveeeessssssss You giving him head. Loves it. And will actively ask for it unlike HH!Arthur

- The sloppier the better, roughly fucking himself into your mouth until you gag and choke and urging you to keep going? Yeah he loves that shit. ‘ that’s it. Good girl choke on it ‘ ‘ you can do better than that princess ‘

- DARE I SAY IT. DARE I SAY LH!ARTHUR HAS A GUN KINK. CAUSE- cue my silent war flashbacks to that one Tess gun kink fic I wrote.

- Ass man. Will smack it and grab it every chance he gets. Whether it’s in the bedroom or not.

- Finishes on your face, tits,ass. Likes the look of it it fills some possessive desire inside him. Like he’s marking you.

- And he ain’t tryna get you pregnant

- he may be an absolute dick but he does give you some aftercare. He’s not the cuddly type. But he’ll help you clean up and kiss you, tell you you did a good job. He’ll always make sure you’re doing okay because he loves you

•High honour•

- Treats you like you’re delicate. Even if he knows you’re not. He’s tender. Gentle. He worships you. There is not a single inch of skin unkissed, caressed. Loved.

- He always wants you to come first. And multiple times too. But in a different way to LH!Arthur. He doesn’t want to overstimulate you he just wants to give. Hes such a giver. And he would happily spend an entire day with his head between your thighs if he could.

- Like. This man is a munch. He is. Argue with the wall. He is

- And he’s damn good at it. And thorough. Buries his damn face in you. And you’ve seen the size of his hands, those thick fingers of his make an appearance too. He knows your body well and can hit the perfect spot with practiced ease ‘ that’s it darlin, right there yeah?’

- He’s sloppy with it and he doesn’t care. If his beard isn’t glistening with you when he’s done then he didn’t do it right

- He likes missionary. So he can see your face and kiss you as much as he wants, he just loves to watch you. He likes to see the way he makes you feel, likes to watch the way your face twists and relaxes with the pleasure he gives you.

- Praise!!! So much praise!!!

- ‘Doin so fell f’me darlin takin me so well ‘ ‘ look so pretty like this ‘ ‘ eyes on me darlin, wanna see that pretty face when you come ‘

- Loves you playing/pulling his hair. Whether it’s when he’s got his head between your thighs or when he’s buried deep inside you and you’re desperately clawing at him. He loves it

- He’s a boobs typa guy. Loves to grab them and and suck on them, especially if you have your fingers running through his hair at the same time.

- He likes to finish inside despite the risk. But if not he’ll wait until the very last second and pull out, just spilling onto your stomach. He doesn’t wanna… defile you. You’re a precious creature worthy of being worshipped and desired, not treated like some cheap saloon girl.

- But deep down he wouldn’t even mind if you did get pregnant. He wants nothing more than to have a family with you one day.

- the sweetest aftercare. Cleans you up and helps you get dressed again. The act of dressing someone rather than undressing them is so intimate and he loves it.

- he’ll cuddle you and pet your hair, tell you how much he loves and adores you. How beautiful you are, how good you made him feel. He literally is a never ending fountain of praise.

[meeks-just-wants-to-scroll]

:D For the people who know of the fanfic series The Devils (Kicking Up the Dust + Blood Under The Snow, both by Amras on AO3) I offer you my playlist based off of it!

Some of it are songs directly picked from what Amras listened to while writing the story, some are my own picks. Most of it are sad gloomy songs perfect for the snowy village setting of Blood Under the Snow. There are some more fast paced and lyrics-heavy songs amongst it

[pixaho]

Hi eli🥳It's nice to see a new high & low writer.how would sword leaders be with their girly lover

How The Sword Leaders Are With Their Girly Lover.

AN | YES! I will happily do this, thank you so much! I decided to also add a wee little twist by adding 1 more character since technically he is a SWORD leader.

Cobra | Hino Junpei

Skin care

"What are you doing?" Cobra rounds the corner to your room, taking in the sight of you. Here you were, wearing a face mask, your hair pushed out of your face, and painting your nails your favorite color. "Doing skin care. Would you like to join?" You ask, a sweet smile plastered on your face. He seems hesitant before walking over and sitting next to you. "Good choice, I was gonna force you anyways."

Public affection

He does it rarely, and when it does happen you seem surprised. This is mainly because the others like to tease him. Unless Naomi is around, then they all shut up about it. (I make Naomi a hype woman, because I feel like she would definitely be one. Her and Lala.)

Date Nights

I feel as though Cobra would ask the others about what to do for date nights. This often leads to him just caving and asking Rocky or settling for a movie night. This man is half good of a cook, he never really learned. More of a take-out kind of guy, or will ask Yamato's mom to help him cook.

Getting hurt (Him)

He gets hurt a lot while fighting, which makes you kind of annoyed. Usually it is just you cleaning him up. You've started to keep a medkit on you at all times of the day.

Getting hurt (You)

Would stay calm but deep inside is worried to hell. If you didn't know how to use a medkit or how to clean your wounds, he would take you to Naomi. If you did, he'd pry the names of the people who hurt you and disappear for hours on end before coming back.

Wearing a skirt that is too short (or a dress)

This man would walk behind you and give anyone who looked at you in a weird way the deadliest death stare there is. We're talking about psychopathic death stare.

Jealous

Not entirely the jealous type, but when he is, he tends to show it by wrapping his arm around your shoulder. If he is really jealous, he holds your love handles/waist.

Rocky | Mutsugi

Skin Care

"Is it suppose to make me feel like my lips are burning?" Rocky asks as he stares at his lips, the lip plumper you had put on him moments ago finally kicking in. "Yes my dear, it is." You giggle slightly as you continue to rub your face wash into your face.

Public Affection

This man does not care if someone sees him being affectionate with you, he wants everyone to know who you belong to and who is the lucky person that gets to be with you.

Date Nights

Ohhh he knows how to cook. I mean, he's been on his own since he was a teen so he's had to learn how to cook. Your date nights are typically him cooking and treating you like you're a goddess. If he doesn't feel like cooking, he'll take you out somewhere and if you're lucky, shopping spree!

Getting Hurt (Him)

Rocky rarely gets hurt since he doesn't really fight but when he does, he usually doesn't want to tell you. He doesn't want to stress you or make you worry so he talks to Koo.

Getting Hurt (You)

If you get hurt, he'll send the others out to hunt down the person or people who harmed you. He will then spend the rest of the time making sure you are okay and helping you clean up. If he's really livid, he'll tell Kizzy to stay while he goes out. Just expect him to come back a wee bit roughed up.

Wearing a skirt that is too short (or dress)

He wouldn't walk behind you like Cobra would but he will make you wear his jacket. If anyone makes a disrespectful comment, he will simply make sure they never speak about you like that ever again. We're talking about this man being so unreasonable that he attacks someone.

Jealous

Doesn't get too jealous unless the other person starts getting touchy feely, then he steps in. His way of making it clear that you are taken is by holding you real close. Unlike Cobra, he doesn't really give death stares but he does give people the stink eye.

Murayama | Yoshiki Murayama

Skin Care

"'Yama.." You whisper, he had fallen asleep with the face mask on. His sleeping face looked so peaceful, you almost felt bad for waking him up. "Five more minutes, this is really comfortable to sleep it." He mumbles, holding your hand.

Public Affection

You don't get to really see each other that much as majority of his time is spent at Oya Kou. But when you do, he's super affectionate. Not wanting to lose you of course. Even if its in public, he is still lovey towards you.

Date Nights

Murayama can partially cook, if he does, that is rare. He doesn't want to cook in case it tastes really bad so he occasionally asks you if you want to order take out and stay in all night. This dies down to cuddling and having fun.

Getting Hurt (Him)

He always comes home with new injuries, whether they come from Todoroki or from others in Oya Kou. Although it is tiring to constantly patch him up, you love him nonetheless.

Getting Hurt (You)

Let's just say that this man goes lethal. We're talking man hunts. He will have Seki and Furuya hunting down whoever hurt you while he stays with you and covers you in pink or your favorite colored bandages. After that, he typically kisses your face to make you feel better.

Wearing a skirt that is too short (or a dress)

Best believe this man is walking with his jacket wrapped around your waist. Giving an ugly stare to anyone that stares for far too long. If you do this just to irk him, he'll see to it that you are wearing leggings.

Jealous

Oh boy, he's jealous. He'll act childish if someone is flirting with you or if they're getting way too close. This usually leads to him getting into a fight or him clinging to you like you are going to drift away at sea.

Smoky | This man has no first name

Skin Care

"Lala uses this too," He squints, reading the label. "Did you buy it for her?" "Yes, I've been helping her earn money from things." You laugh as you continue rubbing the lotion into his hands. His hands were not always rough, but he wanted to try your skin care routine.

Public Affection

Private or public this man don't care. He's hugging, kissing, and or giving you all his attention. Unless he's fighting. Or feels really under the weather. Then he is resting.

Date Nights

There isn't really anywhere romantic for you two to go other than hanging around in the high places. Your date nights consist of taking care of the Nameless Road children or spending the night looking at the stars. Your dinner time is spent with the other Rude Boys and or Lala.

Getting Hurt (Him)

You worry enough about him as it is, considering how sick he is and how fighting also effects his condition. The others usually take care of him while Lala takes you with her, this is by his request.

Getting Hurt (You)

If it's from someone who isn't in Nameless Road, he typically doesn't tell anyone to hunt the person down but instead requests the help from the others (Cobra, Murayama, or Rocky (it's usually Rocky)) and takes the day to spend with you. If it's from someone who is in Nameless City (as in was naturally born there) he will have the others get the person. He is a forgiving person so he'll give them a warning and that is shouldn't happen again.

Wearing a skirt that is too short (or a dress)

If he isn't with you, the other Rude Boys (Mainly P and Takeshi) will walk with you, one of them giving you their jacket. If he is, he's walking behind you to make sure that his jacket isn't short either. He does love when you wear clothes that you're comfortable in, he just doesn't like it when others stare for creepy reasons.

Jealous

Not the jealous type, will feel a tinge of jealousy but he knows you are capable of handling yourself.

Takeshi | "Beat Takeshi"

Skin Care

"This won't take long, right?" He mumbles, still wanting to get to Smoky's grave in time. You nod, rubbing the scrub into his skin. His hands placed on both sides of your hips, him looking up at you.

Public Affection

He's very affectionate in private, but in public he minimalizes his affection. This doesn't have anything to do with being manly, but it has something to do with the fact that usually by the time he's running around with the others, he's already covered in dirt.

Date Nights

Just like Smoky, except instead of being around the Nameless Road children, he usually takes you to a high area to cuddle and watch the stars.

Getting Hurt (Him)

Even though he gets hurt, he takes good enough care of himself that he usually doesn't mention it because he forgets or is too busy.

Getting Hurt (You)

Best believe this man will bring up to P. In return, P and the others will go looking for whoever it was and Takeshi will stay with you to make sure you're doing okay. He worries about you even if he sometimes doesn't show it.

Wearing a skirt that is too short (or a dress)

The only and last time you wore a dress that was too short was the time that Takeshi got a jacket that was long enough to help cover your bum. You still wear skirts and dresses but you always wear the jacket.

Jealous

Definitely the jealous type, he'll boast about how you're his girl and how you're beautiful. If that isn't enough, he will take you away from the person and be super close to you.

Hyuga | Norihisa Hyuga

Skin Care

"No." He pushes away the idea of doing your skin care routine, he would like to do it but he does not want you to know that. "Fine then, grumpy." You grumble as you walk back into the bathroom. That was enough to get him to get up and do it with you. Playing it off as though he hates it, when in reality he really enjoys it.

Public Affection

You best bet this man will refuse to show you any form of affection in public, and even in private his affection is quite shit. It isn't that he doesn't love you, it's that he doesn't know how to show it quite yet. His way of showing you affection is getting you all types of gifts, which are usually small (candles, makeup (he so fucks this up), clothes, and sometimes jewelry).

Date Nights

Your date nights are spent at restaurants, but 80% of the time he has the other Daruma Ikka members there, and if they aren't there then you actually spend time alone. The rare date nights are where you both stay in and do shit together.

Getting Hurt (Him)

Actually doesn't care to tell you or bother asking you to help him. It's not about being manly, well it partially is, but its also because he doesn't want you to see him when he's like this. He cares for you.

Getting Hurt (You)

Let's be brutally honest, he'll act as if he doesn't care but in secret he gets his right hand men to hunt and possibly kill the person who hurt you.

Wearing a skirt thats too short (or a dress)

He doesn't really care if anyone is staring because he wants to flaunt you. Granted the people that cat call you annoy him, he's too proud that he landed you to really give a shit.

Jealous

This mf.. if someone is getting too close or touchy feely with you, he'd act as if it didn't bother him but he's secretly grabbing you and holding you close. Not in the affectionate way, more so of in the "she's mine" way.

Masterlist High&Low Masterlist

[rainisawriter]

Worth the Risk (Yuken)

Genre: Fluff, slice of life

Word Count: 4,484

Pairing: Reader x Yuken

World: High&Low

Request:

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The bedroom was dark, the house silent as the rest of your family slept. A tiny sliver of moonlight was shining through the curtains, falling across the round clock that sat on the wall opposite the window.

You glanced at it and scowled in frustration, forcing your eyes closed once more. Only three minutes have passed since the last time you checked, though it felt as if an hour had passed. It was only three in the morning and you should be sleeping, but excitement was swatting at the sandman every time he tried to get close.

Rolling onto your side, you grabbed your phone off the bedside table and tapped the power button. A smile immediately came to your face when your eyes fell on the wallpaper.

It was a picture of you and Yuken from a few months ago, both of you smiling brightly. He had snuck his hand up behind your head at the last moment, using his fingers to make it look like you had tiny bunny ears.

The two of you lived nearly ten hours away from each other so you rarely got to see him outside of video calls. While the two of you spoke daily, it did feel hard sometimes. You missed the gentle way he held you and the subtle scent of his cologne filling your nose. You missed running your fingers through his silky hair and the feel of his plush lips against your own.

You gently rubbed your thumb over the screen, glancing at the time again. Another three minutes had passed, but you were feeling less annoyed after having seen his face. You never understood it, but he had this strange effect on you. Whenever you were sad or angry, he could flip your mood around with a single look or a few words whispered into your ear.

Seeing his face was enough because you knew that, in just a few hour’s time, you would be on the road toward Toaru city. It was going to be a long, torturous trip, but it would be worth it in the end. 

More importantly, you had decided not to tell him you were coming because you wanted to surprise him. You couldn’t wait to see his shocked expression when you appeared on his doorstep. Taking one last look at the photo, you returned the phone to the table before burying yourself under the covers.

After forcing yourself to lie still for ten minutes, you were finally able to drift off, dreaming of the man you loved so dearly.

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You stared out the train window with narrowed eyes, arms folded over your chest. Your finger was tapping roughly against your arm, leg bouncing up and down quickly to show off your annoyance. The scenery outside was still as the train sat, unmoving, on the tracks.

“Calm down,” chuckled your father, his eyes dancing with amusement as he peered at you over his newspaper.

“Why aren’t we moving? We’ve been sitting still for nearly twenty minutes!”

He quirked a brow before glancing at his watch. “It’s only been ten, dear.”

“Same thing!” You threw your hands up in frustration. “What do you think is going on?”

He hummed. “Perhaps a portal opened up and they’re trying to decide if it’ll take us to Hogwarts.”

“Dad, I’m serious!” You sent him an exasperated look and he chuckled.

“Calm down,” he set the newspaper onto the seat beside him before standing up. “I’ll see what I can find out.” He paused, sending you a grin. “Don’t get taken by a dementor!”

You rolled your eyes at his antics but a smile came to your lips despite the frustration you felt. You kept glancing between the window and the aisle as you waited for your father to return. About eight minutes later, he was sitting down across from you once more.

You looked at him expectantly but he just resumed reading his newspaper as if you weren’t waiting for him to speak. You narrowed your eyes at him, attempting to bore a hole into him. When you saw the corners of his lips twitch, you knew he was doing it just to annoy you. 

“Dad!”

“Hm? Yes, sweety?” He looked at you innocently yet he couldn’t hold back his shit-eating grin or the amusement dancing in his eyes.

“I swear, I’m going to pour coffee into the toaster when we get home.”

The grin immediately fell into a frown. “Not toasty! He’s old, you know!”

You rolled your eyes, giving him an exasperated look. “Sometimes I wonder which of us is the actual parent…”

He snickered. “A flink of cows were crossing the tracks so they’re trying together them out of the way.”

You blinked at him dumbly. “A flink?”

He nodded and the two of you just stared at each other.

When you realized he had no intention of explaining himself, you asked, “What the hell is a flink?”

“How do you not know?” He sent you a disappointed look, shaking his head. “A group of twelve cows is called a flink. What are they teaching you at that school?”

You scoffed in disbelief. “Unless someone plans to become a farmer, no one needs to know that information, dad. You and your useless information, I swear…”

“Hey, one day my useless information will come in handy and you’ll be grateful!”

“When? When would that ever possibly come in handy?”

“Well…” he tapped his chin in thought for a moment. “Say we get kidnapped -“

“Oh my god.”

“Right? That would be shocking.”

You sent him a deadpan look which he promptly ignored.

“Say the kidnapper is a quiz enthusiast. Maybe he was inspired by the Saw franchise. He looks over at us and says, ‘If you can answer a random question, I’ll set you free. If you fail, I’ll cut off eight limbs with a rusty hacksaw.'”

He purposefully made his voice deep and gravelly when he said this, clearly trying to imitate the ‘killer.’ This caught the attention of the woman sitting in the opposite aisle and she sent him a strange, horrified look. You returned it with an apologetic smile.

“Oi, dad, I don’t think -“

“If he asks about a group of twelve cows, I’ve just saved both of our lives.”

“He would never ask that!”

“You’re right, we live in the city so he’d be more likely to ask where the word ‘squirrel’ originated from.”

“Dad -“

“It originated from the Greek words ‘skia’ and ‘oura’ which translates to Shadow Tail!” He grinned, sending you a look as if waiting for you to praise him for his knowledge.

Instead, you just exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of your nose. You could feel a headache coming on and there were still five hours to go before arriving in Toaru city. You loved your dad, but sometimes he was just too much of a headache.

After five more unwanted facts about squirrels, the train slowly started to lurch forward, the tracks squealing as it picked up speed.

“Finally,” you muttered, turning your gaze toward the window as the scenery started to pass by in a blur. 

With a satisfied nod, he picked up his newspaper and continued where he had left off, finally giving you some peace and quiet.

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You frowned, pulling the phone away from your ear. It was the fifth time you’ve called Yuken since arriving in the city and, each time, it went straight to voice mail. He wasn’t answering any of his text messages, either.

You had stopped by his home, as well, but his sister claimed that he hadn’t returned home from school yet. It was only five in the afternoon so this wasn’t too unusual, she claimed. He oftentimes didn’t return home until well after the sun had set.

What was unusual, though, was the fact that he was completely ghosting you. Unless he was sleeping, he always made time to answer your call or, at the very least, text you to let you know he was busy at the moment and couldn’t talk. You couldn’t remember a single time he had ignored you like this.

When the two of you first started dating, Yuken made you promise never to visit Housen without him. He claimed it was unsafe and he didn’t know what he would do if anything happened to you. Honestly, that was fine with you, but now? Now, you were considering breaking that promise.

Maybe you were just overreacting because the situation was unusual, but something felt off to you. There was a feeling that had settled in your gut upon first stepping off the train and it hadn’t gone away. You couldn’t put a name to it, though you knew it wasn’t anything positive.

The trip to Housen was uneventful, but you realized quickly why he didn’t want you to go there alone. The students were all large, beefy males with bald heads. They stared at you through narrowed eyes, watching every move you made as you slowly headed into the school. Honestly, you had to wonder if you were at the right place.

Surely Yuken would be bald, as well, if he attended this school, but you had run your fingers through his silky locks on more than one occasion and you knew it was real.

“Can I help you?”

Your head snapped to the side at the voice, seeing a tall, brown-haired male standing in the middle of the hallway. His hands were stuffed into the pockets of his grey uniform. A thick bandage was taped to his left cheek, eye bruised, a cut on his chin and his lip split. 

“Oh, um…” you shifted your weight, rubbing the back of your neck. “I’m looking for Odajima Yuken.”

Monji’s eyes narrowed at you suspiciously as he sized you up. You didn’t seem like a spy from another school and you had a different aura than the people he usually faced. He was confident in his ability to tell who was a threat and who wasn’t and he was sure that you were no threat. Even so, he wouldn’t let his guard down, as is expected of Housen’s future leader.

“Why are you looking for him?”

“He’s my boyfriend.”

Monji was caught off guard, eyes widening. Had he heard you correctly or was his concussion messing with his hearing? “E-Eh? What did you just say?”

“Yuken is my boyfriend,” you repeated with a frown, taking a worried step closer to him. “I’ve been calling him all day but he isn’t answering and I’m really worried!”

He could see the genuine concern within your eyes but he was still hooked on the claim that Yuken was your boyfriend. The taller male hadn’t mentioned anything about you nor had he dropped any hints that he was dating someone. “Can you prove it?”

“Huh?” You blinked dumbly.

“Prove that you’re dating him.”

You didn’t feel as if you needed to prove anything to this man, honestly, but your worry for Yuken was stronger and you would do anything if it meant you got to see him and know that he was okay. Tugging your phone from your pocket, you unlocked it before holding it out.

Monji took a step closer, eyes narrowed at the screen. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting and he was left completely surprised to see a picture of yourself and Yuken, embracing each other and smiling.

“Here’s your proof, now please go get him!”

“He’s not here,” frowned Monji, folding his arms over his chest. “But I’ll take you to him.”

“Where is he?”

“The hospital.”

Your eyes widened in shock, heart skipping a beat. “What? Is he okay?!”

“He will be,” he nodded, brushing past you and toward the door. “Odajima-senpai is one of our strongest members.”

With a confused frown, you started after him. Perhaps following someone you didn’t know was a bad idea yet you did so without hesitation, more concerned about your boyfriend than your own safety.

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Yuken sat up in bed, eating a cup of jello as he watched the tiny TV mounted against the wall. His leg was in a cast, propped up atop a stack of pillows. A white bandage was wrapped around his right arm and shoulder, a purple bruise resting against his cheek.

“It’s mine,” scowled Jinkawa as he tried to grab the chocolate pudding. “I called it first!”

Shidaken scowled, his own hand attempting to grab the pudding cup. “What, are you five? You can’t just claim something like that!”

“I just did!”

Sawamura sighed deeply. “If you’re going to argue, do it quietly. If the nurse scolds us again, she’s going to make us leave!”

Sabakan snickered from the bathroom as he looked into the mirror, fixing up his hair. “You’re yelling, too, Sawamura-kun.”

The bald male scowled at the comment, realizing Sabakan was right. What was he supposed to do, though? Those two didn’t respond to anything else. Half the time, they didn’t even respond to the yelling.

“First come, first serve,” snapped Jinkawa. “Eat the vanilla.”

“No way! The vanilla is sugar-free and tastes like ass!”

“Oh, how do you know what ass tastes like?” Sabakan quirked a brow as he stepped out of the bathroom. A smirk slid onto his lips when Shidaken’s face turned red at the implication.

“S-Shut up!”

“Stop yelling,” hissed Sawamura, glancing at the door when he heard footsteps out in the hall. “Yuken-san, say something to them.”

Yuken quirked a brow as the four boys turned to stare at him, waiting for him to speak. Honestly, he didn’t care one way or another, he just wanted to enjoy his jello in peace. Their arguing was giving him a major headache, too.

With a sigh, he placed his jello cup down and reached for the pudding. They held it tightly, making him scowl as he had to force it from their grip. Pulling the lid off, he grabbed a spoon and began to dip it out onto the empty plate sitting on the table. He created two piles on either side of the plate until the cup was empty.

“Happy now?”

The two males blinked at the plate for a moment before scowling and voicing their complaints. It was hard to understand what they were saying as they spoke over each other but they clearly weren’t happy. One thing he managed to understand was that, apparently, the piles were not even.

With a groan, his head fell back against the pillow, hand covering his eyes as the two started to argue over which pile they deserved. 

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As Monji approached Yuken’s room, he hesitated. He could hear the commotion inside and knew that the others had stayed with Yuken since the accident. They were a lot closer to him than Monji was so he worried about how they would take this news.

He had no doubt in his mind that Yuken kept you a secret to keep you safe and he had to wonder if he was doing the right thing by bringing you here. Perhaps he should have called ahead first to ensure that the other boys weren’t around.

You reached for the door but he held his hand up to stop you, earning a confused look.

“There’s something you need to know first…”

Your brow furrowed and you glanced nervously at the door. “How… how bad is he?”

“It’s not that, it’s just -“

There was a loud noise from inside the room, followed by the yelling of two males. With a racing heart, you pushed Monji out of the way and rushed into the room. The sound of the door slamming open caught the attention of the males inside, save for Jinkawa and Shidaken who were on the floor, wrestling.

Yuken felt the breath leave his lungs when he saw you and he tried to push himself up, wincing as pain shot through his leg. You rushed over to his side with a frown, quickly scanning his wounds.

“Don’t move,” you scolded softly, hand on his chest to stop him from getting up. 

He breathed out your name, hand resting over your own. “What are you doing here? Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

“I wanted to surprise you,” you frowned. “You weren’t answering your phone and I got worried…”

“Ah, my phone…” He winced at the thought of his poor phone being drowned in the river. Sabakan had managed to find it, but despite days of sitting in rice, he had lost hope that his phone would dry out enough to be usable again. “I’m sorry for worrying you.”

You smiled softly, brushing his hair behind his ear. “I’m just glad you’re okay.” Your eyes flickered to his leg and your smile dropped a bit. “Well, mostly. What in the world happened?”

“It’s nothing, don’t worry,” he pouted. “I’m fine.”

You scoffed. “A broken leg isn’t nothing. And look at your beautiful face…” You gently brushed your thumb over the bruise.

Sawamura blinked dumbly at you, his gaze flickering to Monji and back. “Uh… who are you?”

Yuken cursed mentally when he realized that the two of you weren’t alone. Before he could speak, though, you straightened your back and introduced yourself to the bald male.

“It’s nice to meet you,” you bowed politely. 

Sawamura bowed back, brow furrowed in confusion. “How do you know, Yuken-san?”

Yuken tried to call out your name to stop you but you were quicker, responding without hesitation.

“He’s my boyfriend!”

The room went dead silent. Even Jinkawa and Shidaken finally stopped fighting, staring at you in disbelief. Yuken held back a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose because he knew what was coming.

In the blink of an eye, Jinkawa, Shikaden and Sabakan surrounded the two of you, screaming out questions that overlapped one another, making it impossible to distinguish what was being said.

You backed up against the bedside table, holding your hands up in surrender as you smiled nervously at the large men surrounding you. 

“Oi!” yelled Yuken with a scowl, grabbing Shikaden’s arm since he was the closest. “Knock it off!”

He scowled back in response. “How could you not tell us?!”

Jinkawa nodded, arms folded over his chest. “Seriously, Odajima! Not only are you dating someone, but you’re dating someone this cute and you didn’t tell us? I’m offended!”

Sabakan leaned toward you curiously, hand on his chin. “I’m curious how the two of you met. I mean, you’re clearly out of his league.”

“Hey!” Yuken’s scowl deepened at the insult. “This is why I didn’t tell you idiots.”

“How long have you been dating?” demanded Jinkawa, his dark eyes falling on you.

“Oh, um…” you glanced at your boyfriend and he sent you an apologetic look. “About a year -“

“A year?!” The three chorused loudly.

“Guys!” hissed Sawamura but it was too late.

The door was slammed open, a middle-aged woman appearing in the doorway with fire in her eyes. “That’s it! I’ve told you brats to keep it down five times and I’ve had enough! All of you, out!”

“But -” Jinkawa tried to protest but even he winced when her glare fell on him. He quickly bowed his head, muttering an apology before quickly leaving the room with the others following suit. 

Her eyes fell on you and you winced under the weight of her glare. “You, too!”

Yuken’s arm wrapped around your waist, tugging you down onto the bed beside him. His chin rested on your shoulder as he sent the nurse a pout. “If you kick everyone out, I’ll get lonely.”

She pursed her lips in thought, hands on her hips. After a tense moment of silence, she finally gave in to his request. “Fine, but if you create a ruckus like those boys, you’re out. Understand?”

You nodded quickly and when she finally left the room, you released the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. 

Yuken chuckled softly. “She’s terrifying, right? I’ve never seen anyone put those guys into their place like that. It’s pretty amusing.”

You hummed, shifting on the bed so you could see him better. “As long as she’s taking care of you properly.”

“She’s a great nurse, don’t worry.” He leaned toward you, forehead resting against your own. “I’m sorry for worrying you, love. I should have called.”

“Don’t apologize. You getting rest and healing is more important.” You scanned his face with a frown, brushing the hair from his face. “Will you tell me what happened?”

He really didn’t want to because, truth be told, he felt embarrassed. Yuken was a strong man, a fighter who rarely lost to anyone. He took pride in his strength and his long-standing win streak and yet… the great Odajima Yuken had been bested.

By a fish.

The thought made him scowl, hand running through his hair in frustration.

“Yuken,” you stressed with a sigh. “If you’re trying to protect me, you’re a bit late.”

“Huh?” His head snapped toward you, eyes wide. “What do you mean? Were you hurt?”

“No,” you shook your head, chuckling at his reaction. His concern did bring about a warm feeling within your chest, though. “I’ve known since the day we met that you’re a delinquent.”

“How?” His brow furrowed as confusion and frustration collided within him. He had gone out of his way to ensure that you never found out about the lifestyle he had chosen only for you to tell him it had been all for naught.

“Your sister told me,” you admitted, offering him a sheepish smile. “That first week when we started to hang out with each other, she saw us on one of our dates. Before I left town, she tracked me down and told me that I needed to be careful.”

Yuken groaned, letting himself fall back against the pillow. “Damn it, nee-chan…”

You chuckled softly, hand resting on his stomach. “She was looking out for both of us. She didn’t want us to get close only for me to find out the truth the hard way and then break your heart.”

For a moment, he considered your words, his eyes finding yours. “You stayed…”

“I did. I knew the risks but… I believed the reward was worth the risk.”

“And was it?” he asked softly, his hand finding yours.

You couldn’t stop the smile that came to your lips as you leaned closer. “Yeah… it was definitely worth it.”

He grinned, propping himself up on his elbows so he could close the distance, claiming your lips. You didn’t hesitate to return it, head tilted to the side to deepen the kiss.

“Awwwwww!”

The two of you broke apart, heads snapping toward the door. Jinkawa and Shikaden were peering around the door with grins on their faces. Even the nurse was standing beside them with a warm smile on her face. When she realized she had been caught, her cheeks darkened and she cleared her throat.

“I told you boys to leave!” Her voice lacked the bite it had possessed earlier. She shooed them away, ignoring their protests.

Yuken sent you an apologetic look. “Sorry about them. They can be… a bit much.”

You chuckled. “So it seems, but they also seem nice. I’m looking forward to getting to know them.”

His eyes lit up with surprise. “You want to?”

“Your friends are my friends.” You paused for a moment before adding, “If you’re okay with that, I mean.”

“Absolutely,” he breathed, arms slipping around your waist so he could pull you against his body. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too~ Now tell me what happened.”

He groaned, hugging you tighter. “Can’t you just forget about it?”

“Your leg is broken,” you scoffed. “Doesn’t exactly heal overnight, you know.”

“Fine, I’ll tell you,” he sighed, sending you a serious look when you sat up. “But you can’t laugh.”

“Scout’s honor,” you replied seriously, holding one hand up while placing the other over your heart.

He was quiet for a moment before sighing. “I was fishing with a friend of mine. It was a slow day and we barely got any bites. Then, out of nowhere, there was a heavy tug on my rod. It nearly flew into the river but I managed to catch it in time. This fish was huge, baby, and he was putting up quite the fight.”

You nodded as you listened to the story, taking note of how his eyes lit up as he recalled the memory. His hands were re-enacting it, as well, as if he could feel the rod in his hands once more.

“Todoroki-chan told me to cut the line when I was nearly pulled into the water, but I refused. I dug in my heels, determined to catch him!” He scowled at the window, eyes narrowed. “He was determined not to be caught, though, and, well…”

“Well?” You quirked a brow, waiting patiently.

A small dusting of pink came to his cheeks as he folded his arms over his chest. “I was pulled into the river…”

“You broke your leg from just falling in the river?”

“…”

“Yuken…”

“I didn’t let the rod go and the bastard dragged me through the water until I hit the large buoy… I tried to brace myself with my feet…”

“Ouch,” you winced at the thought, a frown on your lips. “Why didn’t you let go of the rod?”

“It was my favorite one… a Rodeo Ride Reviver 70XH Battle Cry with a limited edition dragon design printed on it! I barely slept for two weeks because I was trying to win it through a radio show and I finally got it! Take that, Yamisaka, you bastard.“

You stared at him for a moment, blinking slowly. When the words finally sank in, you couldn’t help but chuckle, bringing your hand to your mouth.

He frowned at you, arms folded over his chest. “You said you wouldn’t laugh… scout’s honor, remember?”

“I was never a scout,” you grinned.

He gasped dramatically, hand over his heart. “The betrayal…”

“I wasn’t laughing at you. I just didn’t realize you were so into fishing,” you explained with a smile. “You’re so cute when you’re talking about it.”

Yuken quirked a brow. “Am I not cute when I’m not talking about it?”

“Hmm…” You pretended to think about it, tapping your chin.

“Oi,” he scowled, nudging you with his uninjured leg. “That’s not something you should have to think about, ya know.”

“You’re always cute. You’re just cuter when you’re talking about your passions.”

A smile came to his lips, warmth filling him. He held his arms out and you didn’t hesitate to move closer, resting against his chest as his arms encircled you. Yuken wasn’t sure what he had done to deserve you but he was determined to never let you go.

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Masterlist

Arthur Morgan Fanfiction

All posts are 18+, minors DNI

High Honor Arthur Morgan:

The Last Words Spoken female reader, mature (reading Arthur’s journal)

Where Stubbornness Leads female reader, mature/explicit (acting as Arthur’s wife)

When Lightning Strikes Twice female reader, explicit (switching bodies with Arthur)

Of Love and Loss female reader, mature/explicit (recovering from grief with Arthur)

Halloween female reader, explicit (showing off your Halloween costume to Arthur)

Something New female reader, explicit (trying something different with Arthur)

A Christmas to Remember female reader, mature (spending the holidays with Arthur)

Dual Honor Arthur Morgan:

Wanted female reader, mature/explicit (evading your bounty and Arthur)

Low Honor Arthur Morgan:

The Hat female reader, explicit (taking Arthur’s hat)

Dominating Love female reader, explicit (tiring of Arthur’s overbearing ways)

If the Walls Could Speak female reader, explicit (confronting Arthur about a missing person)

A Rival of Wills female reader, explicit (stealing Arthur’s scores)

The Outlaw’s Way female reader, explicit (catching Arthur red handed)

The Freedom of Giving In female reader, explicit (calling Arthur the wrong name)

Updated 9/21/24

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It Will Come Back - Part 5

Summary: John whisks you away to Elysian Pool for the weekend to get some much-needed time away, as well as teach you a thing or two.

Tags: high honor John Marston x fem!reader, reader teases John about not being able to swim, John makes a dick joke, John Marston absolutely worships you, tooth rotting fluff, cavity inducing fluff, smut, oral (m receiving), thigh riding, choking, dirty talk, unprotected p in v, praising, author is getting a little better at writing smut

wc: 4.4k

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The soft glow of the morning sun filtered through the canvas of the tent, casting warm, golden hues over the rumpled blankets tangled around you. The air was quiet, save for the faint rustle of leaves and the distant chatter of birds, a rare moment of peace in the chaotic world you’d grown accustomed to. As you stirred, your cheek brushing against the rough fabric of the cot, you became acutely aware of John’s arm draped over your waist, holding you close. His warmth radiated against your back, steady and comforting, and the faint scent of leather and pine lingered in the space around you.

You tilted your head slightly, catching sight of him still asleep, his face softened in the morning light. The lines of worry and exhaustion that usually etched his features seemed less pronounced, his breathing slow and even. For a moment, you simply lay there, taking in the rare vulnerability he allowed himself in sleep, your heart swelling with an unexpected tenderness.

As you shifted to untangle yourself, his arm tightened instinctively, pulling you closer as a sleepy murmur escaped his lips. “Stay,” he mumbled, his voice rough with sleep but filled with a quiet plea. It sent a warmth through you that no sunrise could rival, and with a soft sigh, you relaxed back into him.

Your fingers moved hesitantly at first, brushing lightly along the rugged lines of John’s cheek. You traced the longest one, the faint silver line running down from just under his eye to his jaw, your fingertips lingering as you marveled at how perfectly it seemed to fit him—both strong and weathered, like the man himself.

He didn’t flinch under your touch, though his brow furrowed slightly, his eyes flicking up to meet yours with a hint of self-consciousness. “They ain’t much to look at,” he murmured, his voice rough but tinged with vulnerability, like he was bracing for you to agree.

“Not much to look at?” you whispered, your voice filled with quiet affection as your thumb brushed over the scar on his chin. “I like them, a lot. They suit you.” you said with a smile.

He chuckled softly, shaking his head as his hand came up to cover yours. “Didn’t think there was much to like about a busted-up face.”

“Well,” you said, leaning closer, your voice light but sincere, “I happen to think it’s perfect.” You kissed the scar on his jaw, lingering just enough to feel him relax, and his grin widened as he pulled you closer.

John’s hand came up to trace circles on your bare back, his calloused palm warm against your skin. “You’ve got a way of makin’ a man feel like he’s somethin’ better than he is,” he said quietly, his voice thick with emotion.

“You’re already better than you think,” you replied, leaning in to kiss him softly, letting your actions say what words couldn’t. Brushing your lips softly against his, with the warmth of the kiss bringing a quiet smile to your face. His hands rested gently on your back, holding you close as he melted in and kissed you back with an easy, unhurried affection that made your heart flutter.

As you lay tangled together in John’s cot, the soft rustle of the tent canvas blending with the distant hum of the camp, he shifted slightly, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at you. His gaze was warm, a small, playful smile tugging at his lips. “I’ve been thinkin’,” he started, his fingers idly tracing patterns on your arm, “we could use a break from all this… madness. Just you and me. How about we get outta here for a couple days? Fresh air, quiet nights, no Dutch breathin’ down our necks.” His voice dropped to a tender murmur as he leaned closer, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You deserve a little peace, darlin’. Let me give it to you.”

You blinked up at him, his words sinking in like a warm balm against the chaos that had been your constant companion lately. A small, surprised smile tugged at your lips as you reached up, your fingers brushing lightly against his cheek. “You really mean it?” you asked softly, your voice tinged with a mixture of hope and disbelief. His answering grin was all the confirmation you needed, and you couldn’t help the quiet laugh that bubbled up as you nodded. “Okay, John. Let’s do it.” The thought of escaping, even if just for a little while, sent a flutter of relief through your chest as you leaned into him, your forehead brushing against his. “Thank you,” you whispered, your heart feeling a little lighter already.

John pressed a quick kiss to your forehead, his voice soft but filled with excitement. “I’ll get the horses ready—meet me by Old Boy in a bit, darlin’. Don’t keep me waitin’ too long now.”

"Where are you taking me exactly?" you asked, half-laughing at his determination.

"You'll see." he said simply, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Just you and me.”

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The journey to Elysian Pool was nothing short of serene, the kind of peace you hadn’t realized you craved until you were out in the open with John riding beside you. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of pine and earth, and the distant hum of cicadas created a calming backdrop as your horses trotted along the narrow trail. John kept the mood light, his voice easy and warm as he pointed out the occasional animal or teased you about your riding skills.

“You’re keepin’ up alright,” he said with a playful grin, glancing over his shoulder at you. “Didn’t think Dahlia had it in her to go this fast.”

You rolled your eyes, though a smile tugged at your lips. “Maybe it’s your horse that needs to keep up, Marston.”

He laughed, the sound echoing through the trees, and for the first time in days, you felt your tension start to ease.

Dahlia was a sleek, all-black Arabian mare, her glossy coat shimmering like polished obsidian under the moonlight, every muscle finely sculpted for speed and grace. Her alert, intelligent eyes and delicate, arched neck gave her an almost regal presence, and she carried herself with a quiet confidence that matched your own perfectly. Dahlia wasn’t just a horse—she was the last gift your father had given you before he passed, a spirited black Arabian with a gleam in her eye that reminded you of him. You could still hear his voice, proud and warm, as he handed you the reins for the first time: “She’s got your fire, kid. Treat her right, and she’ll take care of you.” You couldn't help but to smile at the memory.

As the sound of rushing water grew louder, John slowed his horse, gesturing toward the clearing just ahead. The sight of Elysian Pool was even more breathtaking than you expected. The waterfall cascaded down in a glittering rush, the sound of the water filling the air with a soothing rhythm that seemed to wash away every lingering worry. Mist hung in the cool air, catching the sunlight and creating a faint rainbow at the edges of the pool. The soft grass near the water’s edge was lush and inviting, a perfect spot to rest and forget, at least for a while, the chaos waiting back at camp.

John dismounted first, his boots crunching softly against the earth as he reached up to help you down. “Told ya this was worth the ride,” he said with a grin, “Figured this was better than listenin’ to Bill snore all night,” he joked, helping you down. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“It’s beautiful, John,” you said softly, your voice almost lost in the roar of the waterfall.

He spread out the blanket on a patch of grass overlooking the water and gestured for you to sit. The moment you did, he settled beside you, leaning back on his elbows with an air of relaxed satisfaction. “We both needed this,” he said, glancing at you. “Somewhere quiet. No Dutch, no plans, no nothin’.”

The sincerity in his voice made your chest tighten, and for a moment, the only sound between you was the roar of the falls. Then, as if to break the spell, John reached over to pluck a blade of grass, twirling it between his fingers.

“You ever seen someone try to fish with just their hands?” he asked, his grin turning mischievous.

You laughed, shaking your head. “Please don’t tell me you’re about to try.”

“Oh, I’d manage just fine,” he said, leaning closer with a teasing glint in his eye. “But it’d probably scare off all the fish. Let’s just stick to relaxin’ for now.”

“Fishing with your hands, huh?” you teased, crossing your arms and tilting your head at him. “Might be a little tricky for someone who can’t even swim. What’re you gonna do if you fall in? Charm the fish into draggin’ you back to shore?” His head snapped toward you, his face a mix of amusement and mock indignation as he straightened up. “You’re real funny, you know that? Maybe I oughta toss you in first, see how well you swim with all that sass.”

You laughed, shaking your head as you nudged him with your elbow. “Face it, Marston—you’d be bored stiff without me.”

He chuckled, leaning a little closer, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Maybe, but don’t let it go to your head, darlin’. I ain’t about to start sayin’ you’re always right.”

"And for the record, I'm stiff when you're around anyway so it wouldn't make much of a difference."

“John Marston!” you exclaimed, your voice filled with mock outrage as you reached out and gave his arm a light slap. He chuckled, feigning innocence as he rubbed the spot where you’d hit him. “What’d I do now?” he teased, his grin widening. You rolled your eyes, but the laughter bubbling up between you made it impossible to keep a straight face. “You know exactly what you did,” you shot back, shaking your head at him, though the warmth in your smile betrayed your amusement.

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The sun had dipped low, casting the waterfall and the clearing in a soft, golden glow as John paced a few feet ahead of you, his revolver dangling lazily from his fingers.

“You know,” he said, breaking the comfortable silence, “I’ve been meanin’ to teach you a thing or two about shootin’.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “Shooting?”

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “Are you sure this is necessary? I think I do fine without a gun in my hand.”

“Maybe,” John replied, his tone light but edged with seriousness. “But what happens when I ain’t around to back you up?” His expression softened as he stepped closer, holding the revolver out to you. “C’mon, darlin’. Just humor me, alright?”

You’d always preferred the subtlety of slipping a wallet from a pocket or a watch from a wrist over the loud, messy chaos of a firefight. You’d always known enough about gunslinging to survive when it counted—a few well-placed shots here, a quick draw there—but it was never something you excelled at or even cared to perfect. Your aim was steady enough to hit a target if you had to, and you’d managed to bluff your way out of enough tight spots with a revolver in hand to keep trouble at bay. Quick hands and a sharp mind had kept you alive far more often than a gun ever had, though John seemed determined to change that.

With a sigh, you took the weapon, the cool metal heavy in your grip. He moved behind you, his hands coming to rest lightly on your shoulders as he adjusted your stance. His voice was low and steady, brushing against your ear like a warm breeze. “Relax,” he murmured, his hands sliding down to guide your arms into position. “Don’t hold it too tight, but keep it firm. You wanna be in control, not the gun.”

You couldn’t help but feel a little flustered at his closeness, his steady presence both grounding and distracting at the same time. He pointed toward a rock at the far edge of the clearing, his hand brushing against yours as he helped you aim. “See that? Focus on it. Line up the sights, and when you’re ready, squeeze the trigger—don’t yank it.”

You took a deep breath and steadied yourself, squeezing the trigger as the shot rang out, echoing against the falls. The bullet missed the rock by a small margin, striking harmlessly into the dirt, and you groaned in frustration.

John chuckled softly, his hands squeezing your shoulders in encouragement. “Not bad for a first try. You’re just gettin’ the feel for it.”

After a few more attempts, with John’s patient guidance and a string of playful teases when you missed, you finally chipped the rock. You let out a triumphant laugh, spinning to face him. “I did it!”

He grinned, his pride in you unmistakable as he reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Told ya you could. You’re a natural, darlin’.”

You swatted at his arm playfully. “A natural, huh? You might want to hold off on the flattery until I can actually hit something without you babysitting me.”

He laughed, leaning in slightly, his tone softening. “You’re better than you think. And one day, you’re gonna see that for yourself.”

As the evening wore on, the lesson turned into an easy rhythm of shooting and playful banter. By the time the sun sank below the horizon, leaving the clearing bathed in twilight, you found yourself more confident with the weapon—and more drawn to John’s unwavering belief in you.

Eventually, you found it harder and harder to focus. His voice, low and gravelly, was meant to be instructive, but the warmth of his breath brushing your ear and the way his fingers lingered on your wrists sent a shiver down your spine. He leaned in closer, adjusting your grip, his chest brushing against your back, and it was enough to make your heart race faster than the gunfire you were supposed to be practicing. “Darlin’, keep your eyes on the target,” he murmured, his tone teasing but steady. But you couldn’t. Spinning on your heel, you dropped the revolver to your side and pulled him toward you, crashing your lips against his in a kiss filled with all the tension you couldn’t keep bottled up. For a moment, he froze, surprised, before his hands slipped around your waist, drawing you closer as he kissed you back with just as much fervor, the lesson momentarily—and blissfully—forgotten.

John’s grip on your waist tightened as the kiss deepened, his calloused hands pulling you flush against him as if he couldn’t bear even an inch of space between you. The forgotten revolver slipped from your hand, landing softly in the grass, but neither of you noticed or cared. His lips moved against yours with an urgency that sent your pulse racing, his usual cocky demeanor melting away into something raw and unrestrained.

When you finally broke apart, breathless, John rested his forehead against yours, his hands still holding you close. “Darlin’,” he murmured, his voice rough, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “You’ve got a hell of a way of interruptin’ a lesson.”

You laughed softly, your hands still tangled in his shirt as you looked up at him, your cheeks warm from both the kiss and his teasing. “Maybe I just found something more interestin’ than shootin’ targets,” you quipped, unable to hide the grin spreading across your face.

John chuckled, his thumb brushing your cheek, his expression softening. “You’re trouble, you know that?” he said, though his tone carried no bite, just affection.

“Maybe,” you replied, your voice quiet but full of warmth. “But you don’t seem to mind.”

His grin widened, and he leaned down to press another quick, lingering kiss to your lips before finally stepping back, though his hands never quite left your waist. “Alright,” he said, his voice lighter now, “we’ll call it a break—for now. But you’re still learnin’ how to shoot proper, whether you distract me or not.”

You smirked as you slowly and gently backed him towards the nearest tree, his words filling you with a quiet joy. “We’ll see about that, Marston.” But John Marston was always two steps ahead of you, and before you knew it, he spun you around, pressing his thigh between your legs as your back hit the tree. You couldn't stop the gasp from leaving your lips as his large hand wrapped around your throat, applying perfect pressure.

"Fuck, baby," he growled, "you're playin' with fire here." His thigh pressed tighter against your core, and warmth curled in your abdomen at the feeling of your cunt dragging across John's thigh, your folds sliding through the slick that's began pooling in your undergarments. Each roll of your hips sent sparks of pleasure racing up your spine, stoking the flames of your desire higher and higher. John's grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he fought the urge to rip your clothes off and take you right then and there. But he held back, letting you set the pace, content to revel in the delicious friction of your body against his.

"Careful what ya wish for, baby," he warned, his voice rough with barely restrained lust. "Keep this up and I won't be responsible for my actions."

You just laugh, "Oh, I'm counting on it," your breathed, your hot breath sending shivers down his spine. And with that, you redoubled her efforts, grinding against him with wild abandon.

"Good girl," he adds in a low tone as you let out a choked out whine when he tightens his grip and guides your next stroke. "Good fucking girl."

"John," you cry out as you continue to grind against him, that coil tightening inside of you.

He presses sloppy open mouthed kisses to the exposed skin on your neck, all the way down to your collarbone.

"Go on, take what you need," he says hoarsely. " Use me. I know you're close. I can feel it." he urges. The hand currently squeezing your neck slips away and clamps over your mouth as you desperately chase your release. You stick your tongue out and lick the palm of his hand before taking his two middle fingers in your mouth.

"Jesus, princess, you're filthy." John lets out a loud groan in unexpected satisfaction as you eagerly suck on his fingers.

Something in his tone made that coil snap inside of you, your nails digging into his shirt as stars danced across your vision. You came hard, your thighs trembling, the only thing holding you up was his hand on your hip and his thigh between your legs.

John groaned as your release coated his thigh, the heat of your essence seeping through the denim. He could still feel you trembling above him, your body shuddering with the aftershocks of your pleasure.

"Fuck, baby," he rasped, his voice rough with desire. "You made quite a mess of me."

You just smirked, eyes glinting with mischief as you slowly slid down his body, making quick work of his gun belt. "I ain't done yet, cowboy." Before John could even catch his breath, you had his cock free, your hot breath ghosting over his sensitive flesh.

"Jesus, darlin'" he gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily. The sight of his cock went straight to your already dripping pussy as you looked up to him with eyes that begged for permission. That was all the encouragement you needed as you grabbed the base of his cock, feeling how the veins throbbed under your touch.

He's unbelievably hard and leaking as you slowly slide your tongue around the tip of him before taking his curved head into your mouth. John takes a deep, shaky breath as you suck softly on the head of his cock, fluttering your tongue along a bead of precum he's leaking.

"That's my girl," he murmured, his voice hoarse as he tightens the grip on your hair. You take him deep, the very tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat, over and over again. Your tongue fits along the curve of him, massaging him with every soft corner of your mouth, and you can't help but to notice John's breathing changes.

"You're so fucking pretty like this, darlin'. All mine."

Your thighs press together tightly to subdue the ache in your pussy. His hips move in time with your head, fucking your throat with feral grunts that has slick pooling at your entrance. Your hands move to his thighs for stability, throat burning with the stretch of him as you gag, saliva dripping out of the sides of your mouth.

He tears himself away, hand grabbing you by the throat to pull you to your feet and lock eyes with him.

"You're too good at that baby." He breathes as he forcibly twisted you around presses your chest against the tree.

"You want more? Beg for it."

You nodded frantically, "Please, John," you begged, voice high and needy. "I need you inside me. I need you to fill me up."

Without warning, John spanked you. You gasped at the sweet pain that spread across from your skin.

"That's not my name." He answered, his tone was cold and firm.

"Fuck - daddy! I'm sorry."

With a low growl, John lifted your skirt, ripping your panties away, baring you to his hungry gaze. He positioned himself at your entrance, teasing with shallow thrusts that had you keening in frustration.

"Beg for it," he demanded, his eyes blazing with lust. "Keep begging for my cock, princess."

"Please, daddy," you sobbed, hips bucking back toward him. "Please, I need it. I need you. Make me yours."

That was all John wanted to hear. It filled him with pride to hear the vulgar words fall from your lips for him, watching you plead for his cock. And with that, John slammed home, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful stroke. You cried out, back arching deeper as he began to move, his hips snapping against yours with brutal force. He quickly slid his hand around to the front of your throat, finding solace there once more as he squeezed tightly and pulled your body flush against his as he pounded into you with wild abandon.

"Fuck, baby," he grunted, his breath hot against your ear. "You're so fucking wet. Takin' my cock so well." You could only moan in response, hands clutching his forearm for purchase as John fucked you harder and faster. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you lightheaded with need.

"That's it, princess," he growled, his hips never faltering in their relentless rhythm. "Take what I give you."

John was so close to you, so deep inside of you with his intoxicating scent filling your lungs leaving your body on fire, every nerve ending lit with pleasure as he drove into you again and again. You could feel his cock hitting deep inside, touching places you didn't even know existed.

"Please," you sobbed, hips bucking back to meet his thrusts. "Please, daddy, I need... I need..."

"I know what ya need, baby," John rasped, his hand leaving your throat to slide between your legs. He found your clit and rubbed it mercilessly, pushing you to the brink of madness.

You came with a scream in no time, with your body convulsing in John's arms as he followed you over the edge. He buried himself deep inside of you, groaning your name as he filled you with his seed once again.

You both stayed like that for a long moment in an attempt to catch your breaths, bodies entwined and glistening with sweat in the moonlight. And as John finally pulled out and tucked himself back in, you begin to notice just how weak your legs had become. He finds your discarded panties on the ground nearby and shoves them in his back pocket. The cool night air wrapped around you as John’s strong arms lifted you effortlessly, cradling you against his chest like you weighed nothing. You were boneless, your body still trembling with the aftershocks of your multiple intense orgasms. Your head rested against his shoulder, the steady rhythm of his footsteps and the warmth of his body lulling you into a haze of exhaustion and comfort.

“How do you feel?” he murmured softly, his voice filled with both affection and worry. The sound of the waterfall faded behind you as he carried you back toward the tent, his hold protective and unyielding up into his arms, cradling you against his chest as your legs had given out beneath you.

"Mmhm," John couldn't help but laugh at your failure to string together a sentence.

The stars twinkled brightly overhead, their reflection rippling faintly in the still water of Elysian Pool as you and John settled on the blanket by the fire he’d built earlier. The sound of the waterfall was a constant, soothing rush in the background, blending with the gentle crackle of the fire as it cast flickering shadows across the grass. You curled up beside him, your head resting against his chest, his arm draped securely around your shoulders. His fingers traced slow, lazy patterns along your arm, the touch grounding and filled with quiet affection.

“You know,” John murmured, his voice low and warm, “nights like this… makes me think we could have a life like this someday. Just us, somewhere peaceful, no gang, no runnin’.”

You smiled sleepily, your eyes drifting closed as you listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear. “I’d like that,” you whispered, the words barely audible over the calming symphony of the night.

His lips brushed the top of your head in a tender kiss, his arm tightening slightly around you. “You deserve it, darlin’. More than anyone I know.”

The weight of his words and the warmth of his embrace lulled you into a serene haze, and as you drifted off, you felt him shift slightly, his other hand resting protectively over yours. “Sleep tight,” he whispered softly, his voice fading into the night. “I’ve got you.” And with the waterfall murmuring in the distance, you let yourself believe, just for a little while, that a life outside of the gang existed.

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[areyourae]

I've been wanting to say this for months...

WHERE ARE THE ANGST FIC? I NEED THEM😌

Where's my fellow angst lover? Suggest me some angst fic😔✊🏻 I need to waste these tears istg... Any fic welcome with an open heart😌 Idc if I've read it or not, just put whichever angst you like here~

[hyugaruma]

H&L: Petname HCs (Part II)

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re: what they call you…

some petnames geared towards “feminine”

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Fujio: You kidding? This dude lives to give you any sort of nickname he can. “Cutie” is his cheeky go-to that he likes to call you. Sometimes he’ll use “Chief” if he wants to be a goof. Also, any version of your actual name that he can come up with.

Tsukasa: Your name… Don’t expect much else. He thinks petnames are a bit weird.

Jamuo: “My Heart and My Soul” or “My Steamed Dumpling”… There’s no rhyme or reason; you can never tell which it’ll be.

Yasushi: “Little Duck.” It started out as something he said to be annoying, but somehow it ended up sticking. Now even his goons call you “The Duckling.” Great.

Kiyoshi: “Honey,” “Cupcake,” “Plum”… Notice a trend here? You’re subject to being anything that is ‘sweet.’

Nakagoshi: “Babe,” he’s basic. Might be “Baby” if he’s feeling a bit soft or sentimental.

Nakaoka: Also “Babe,” also basic. Sometimes he thinks he’s real funny and will call you “Stink.”

Shibaman: The whole petname thing makes him feel a bit shy and awkward… He’s started absentmindedly calling you “My One” on the occasion, though. If you want him to keep doing it, don’t point it out.

Tsuji: “Darling.” Though, this tends to be something he says more within the privacy of just the two of you. He doesn’t really say it around other people. Maybe sometimes around Shiba and Todoroki, maybe.

Motoaki: “Cutiepie.” He just can’t help it, because he thinks you’re just so stinkin’ cute. Will call you this around anyone, anytime, he doesn’t care. (I think you give him mild cuteness aggression.)

Sachio: “My Love,” always said very softly and with the gentlest of smiles. It took him awhile to get to the point of calling you this, but now he uses it just as often as your own name.

Yuken: “Princess,” which he started out by calling you this ironically, but turns out he actually has trouble saying ‘no’ to you, so the name is fitting.

Eimei: “Apple,” aka “Apple of My Eye.” You’ve kind of all-consumed him, honestly.

Arata: Nope. Too embarrassing; he’s too shy. Just the thought is enough to make him keel over.

Amagai: Almost always your unaltered name. Randomly, though, it’ll be “Bug”… and it’s impossible to tell if he’s saying it affectionately or not.

Ryo: Though he’s a bit shy about it, he does call you “Angel” in private. He accidentally called you that in front of Amagai once and got laughed at, so now it stays between the two of you.

Mario: “Treasure.” And he doesn’t mind calling you this in front of anyone either (because he knows they’re too scared to make fun of him for it). Also, he’s just really proud to show off the fact that you’re his.

Sameoka: 99% of the time he’ll only refer to you by your name. But, during the occasion that he’s in a really, really affectionate mood, he might call you “Love.”

Fujin: “Doll” will basically become a replacement for your name. Does he even remember that you have a name? Who knows, you’re “Doll” at this point.

Binzo: “Kitty”… not “Kitten,” but “Kitty.” He’s a little confused, but he’s got the spirit. Also, if you call him any petnames, he’ll call you the same ones in return, whatever it may be.

[yuujismom]

Why no one make any J-drama & K-drama fanfic bestie!?! T^T

[simpforchuchu]

It wasn’t your fault

Prompts: DAY 5 - rope burns @febuwhump Characters: Todoroki x reader Fandom: High and Low Summary: He never should’ve been happy.

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

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

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: scars, rope burns, guilt, regrets, angst

Fear is a very powerful emotion. It gnaws you and you can't think of anything else. Todoroki couldn't remember the last time he was this scared. But he was sure it wasn't anytime soon.

He should have known that everything was going well. Everything couldn't always go well, he couldn't always be happy.

His past was hunting not only him, but everything he cared in life.

He knew that his past enemies had attacked his friends before. He should have been more careful. He didn't deserve to be loved.

He was opening the doors of every room of the abandoned building and looking for you. He wanted to cry but he couldn't let it happen.

He was happy, happier than he had ever been before lately. But he should have known. He should have known this wouldn't last long.

He heard his friends calling after him, but he couldn't react. There was one last room left. He opened the door and saw you on the chair.

Millions of scenarios were running through his mind. were you breathing? Did it hurt a lot? Did you hate him?

He ran to the chair and shook you.

“Y/n! Y/n, can you hear me?”

You woke up, it wasn’t like he scared. You were alive. You were looking at him lovingly again. He hated it. Why weren't you angry at him? Why weren't you yelling at him? Why didn't you hate him?

“I knew you will come, Yosuke.”

It hurt more. Why ? Why were you still smiling?

He bent down and hugged your shoulders. He placed a kiss on your hair and looked at Tsuji, who was untying the ropes behind the chair. He was smiling back, happy they found you. But Todoroki couldn't smile.

After the ropes were loosened, you pulled your hands away, wanting to hug him. But he immediately noticed the scars on your hands. Rope burns... Even your wrists were bleeding. This was the last thing to break him. The young man's eyes filled with tears and he fell to his knees.

“It wasn't your fault.”

He knew you were whispering, he could hear you, he knew you were sincere but he didn't believe it. No, it was his fault. It was always his fault…

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[eribeen]

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･UNSPOKEN FEELINGS °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

A/N: hi! This is Eribin. I am not a real writer, doing this as my past time. English is not my first language so bear with my English. There’s a lot of grammatical and typographical errors. This is just a fiction from my delusions 😆

NOTES: ITALIZED MEANS FLASHBACKS

Warning: drinking, angst

Words: 1800+

CAST:

Ryuta Hidaka BBZ as himself

Miku Fukahori BBZ as himself

Y/N

Ryuta's POV

Y/N was a mess when she arrived at my apartment, tears streaming down her face. She didn’t say a word as soon as I opened the door; she just threw herself into my arms, crying. I had no idea what had happened, but she soon began to tell me how she had caught Miku, her boyfriend, kissing another girl. She couldn’t stop sobbing as she described the scene. From the way she described the girl, I suspected it might be Kaede, Miku’s ex—tall, fair-skinned, with short hair. Kaede had left Miku to chase her dreams of becoming a model, and from what I knew, she had become one of the most successful models out there. I hated the thought of Miku still being stuck on her, but I never thought it would lead to something like this.

I felt guilty. I’m friends with both Y/N and Miku, though they’ve never met. I always thought they’d make the perfect couple. I’ve known Miku the longest, and he’s always been a stand-up guy—loyal, caring, funny, and ambitious. I thought he was exactly what Y/N needed. As for Y/N, we met through my work at LDH, where we collaborated on music projects. She has great taste in pop music, and we worked together a lot. I thought they’d be a great match, so I pushed them to meet. At first, Y/N wasn’t interested, but eventually, I convinced her. They hit it off, and before I knew it, they were officially together. I was happy for them, really, but deep down, I regretted setting them up. I wished I were the one she’d chosen, but I didn’t have the courage to tell her how I really felt.

"You know what, I have a friend. He's single. You want me to introduce you to him?" I asked her, trying to distract her from her while working on a project.

She paused for a second, then smiled weakly.

"Nahh.. I'm too busy. No time for that!" she said, brushing off my suggestion.

But I didn’t give up. I kept pushing until she agreed, and when they met, it was like they’d known each other forever. They clicked. They started dating. And just like that, I felt a pang of jealousy, though I kept it to myself. I was glad for them, but at the same time, I couldn’t help wishing things were different. I was too much of a coward to confess my feelings. I couldn’t tell her that I had wanted to be the one by her side.

"Tell me, Ryuta, what's wrong with me? I know that I am pretty. Have a decent job that pays me well, I am kind, I am lovable, I am--"

I interrupted before she could continue because I knew what she was going to say. There was nothing wrong with her. She was everything anyone could want.

"There's nothing wrong with you, Y/N. You know what, rest. And tomorrow you two talk."

But she wasn’t listening. She poured herself another drink, her voice shaky as she continued, "He didn't pick up my calls. He really abandoned me and our relationship."

I knew she was getting drunk, and I needed to keep an eye on her, but I didn’t know how to make her feel better. It killed me to see her in so much pain.

"I am sorry, Y/N. This is my fault. I should've seen what was happening with Miku. If only I--"

She cut me off by pressing her finger to my lips.

"Shhhhh... it’s not your fault, Ryuta. If there's anyone to blame here, it's me. Probably I was not a good girlfriend at all. I am not the one he's looking for." She said, and her tears started to fall again. It broke my heart. How could Miku do this to her? Y/N was everything good and kind, and she deserved so much better.

As the night dragged on, Y/N’s tears slowly stopped, and the silence between us grew. I watched her as she stared blankly at her empty glass, her red-rimmed eyes hollow with sadness. I sat beside her, my heart aching, unsure of what to say or do.

"You know what, Ryuta," she whispered, her voice barely audible, "If you were probably the one I dated, I wouldn't be hurting like this."

I froze, my heart skipping a beat. Was she serious? Or was it just the alcohol talking? I turned to look at her, but she was staring down at the glass in her hands, too drunk to meet my gaze.

"Y/N..." I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.

"I know I can't change what happened, Ryuta," she continued, her voice fragile, "But I'm grateful for your friendship. You've always been there for me."

I nodded, my throat tight. "I'm always here for you, Y/N. No matter what." I wanted to say more, but the words caught in my chest. I wanted to tell her I cared for her, that I had always cared for her, but I couldn’t. I was scared. Scared that maybe she didn’t feel the same. That maybe I wasn’t enough.

The silence between us stretched, heavy with the things I couldn’t say. Y/N’s words echoed in my mind: "If you were probably the one I dated, I wouldn't be hurting like this." I wondered if she meant it, or if it was just something she said out of frustration and pain. But maybe, just maybe, she did.

"I don't deserve this pain," she said after a long pause, her voice trembling, "I don’t deserve someone who would make me feel this way, you know? I gave him everything. I thought he was different. I thought he was the one."

I took her hand without thinking, my fingers brushing hers. Her hand was cold, and I could feel her trembling, but she didn’t pull away. She didn’t say anything either, but we both understood what the silence meant.

"Y/N," I began softly, squeezing her hand, "You deserve someone who sees you for everything you are. Someone who never doubts you, someone who never makes you feel less than amazing." I paused, my heart pounding. "And I promise you, I will always see you that way."

"You're such a good friend, Ryuta," she said, her voice still soft but full of gratitude. "But... I don’t know if I can trust anyone anymore. I don’t know if I can even trust myself."

"I’m not asking you to trust anyone right now," I said, my heart aching. "I just need you to know that I’m here for you. Always. Whether it’s to listen, or to just sit here with you in silence. You don’t have to face this alone."

The weight of my unspoken feelings was suffocating, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell her how I felt. She wasn’t ready for that.

She looked up at me, her eyes softening, and for a brief moment, I thought I saw something in her eyes—something that made my heart race. She leaned in, almost as if she were going to say something, but she stopped herself.

"Maybe... maybe you’re right. Maybe I do deserve better." She met my eyes, her gaze searching mine, looking for something I wasn’t sure how to give.

I didn’t pull away, but I didn’t say anything more. I just smiled at her, offering the support she needed. It wasn’t much, but it was all I could give for now.

"Get some sleep, Y/N," I said gently, guiding her back onto the couch. "Tomorrow will be better. You’ll feel better."

She nodded, closing her eyes as she drifted into sleep. I stayed beside her, my mind racing with everything I hadn’t said.

But for tonight, it wasn’t the right time. Not yet.

(Ryuta and Miku, AAAAACCCCKKKK!! ❤️❤️❤️)

The end~ THANK YOU SM FOR READING MY STORY 😘

[chaoticriderlessb]

I'm starting to wonder if the "HiGH & LOW" fandom has died, which makes me believe that...as per usual...I am way, way, way late to the party 🥲. At least, on Tumblr...or, I don't know, maybe in general?

I haven't seen the movies, yet, but I'm working on it. Slowly...very slowly...but surely. In the meantime, I'm still working through season 2 of "The Story of S.W.O.R.D." 🙃.

Uh...Team Rude Boys and Daruma Ikka 🤷🏻‍♀️? Oh, and slightly Team Doubt...but only slightly! And only because Kohei Takeda plays Hirai 😳....