#had two of my partners over and we had a picnic and then. well

[alienpupy]

mfngm

[lizthewriter]

messy / regina george

PAIRING  regina george x fem!reader

SUMMARY  you and regina have been secretly hooking up for months, but she breaks up with you when you ask for more. after she gets hit by a bus, you fear for her life and whatever relationship you have left.

TAGS  regina george x fem!reader, hurt/comfort, angst, happy ending, queer!, reneé rapp is so fine 😫😫, internalized homophobia, use of d-slur (lesbian slur)

QUOTE  "half of all my exes regret me, / but none of them will ever forget me, / loving me gets really messy," - messy by reneé rapp

WRITTEN  1.13.2024

WORD COUNT  1.3K

A/N everytime reneé showed up on screen, i literally started banging my fists against my seat because she SERVED CUNT!!!! SHE WAS SO FINE!!!! literally after the movie, my best friend said to me: "i think you're just gay. i think you're a woman kisser. you might just have a little fruit in your cup."

slammed up against the wall, you felt regina's teeth clash furiously against yours. it was all hot passion - how your lips ran feverishly against hers as though you'd never get to feel her touch again, the way her hands ran up and down the sides of your body as though she needed to memorize the shape of you. days the two of you had gone without a moment to yourselves. days you had spent fantasizing about her pressing you up against the wall. it wasn't that you didn't want a normal relationship. it wasn't that you didn't want to kiss and hold hands and go on cute dates, but . . . that wasn't regina's style. she was closeted. heavily. actually, you weren't sure that she even understood that making out with girls was perhaps the most gay thing she could do, but you were willing to take what you were given. it was regina george, after all.

she pulled away from you by biting gently down on your lip, letting go when she could no longer stretch it any longer. "god, you're so hot," she whispered with a smirk, unbuttoned the first two buttons of your shirt. she reclaimed the control she had over your body, pressing her lips to your collarbone. your hands somehow found their way to her beautiful blond locks, scraping her scalp with the sharp edge of your nails. fantasy was nothing like reality. you had forgotten how good it felt, but how terrible it was all at once. as her warm breath tickled your skin, doubts that had been haunting you the past few days filled your mind slowly. was this healthy? didn't you deserve a healthy queer relationship, one that would be open and free and full of love, real love?

you wanted it all. you wanted the life you saw other queer girls have all around the world. going on cute picnic dates with homeade muffins and favorite books, sitting in the lap of your partner and doing their makeup, snuggling on the couch while watching a movie. holding hands while strolling the town center. it was hard to keep these thoughts back any longer. they overflowed.

you felt regina freeze as you gently pushed her away from where she had latched onto your upper chest. "can we, um, talk?" you ask. she could hear the tone in your voice. you knew she could. the way her eyes met yours made your stomach twist with discomfort.

"talk?" she asked in an incredulous tone, pulling away.

"it's just that, well, hear me out first. i like you. i really like you, a lot! that's why i really want us to be more than . . . making out in the custodian's closet after school and sneaking into your room while your mom's asleep," you explained nervously, stumbling over your words. finally able to meet her eyes, all hope was shattered as you felt her icy stare fixed upon your flushed face.

"i thought we made a deal when we started this. nothing more than this." she barked out a bitter laugh and fluffed out her hair. "what, did you think i was some kind of dyke or something? this was supposed to be fun. nice job stamping out that fire." she opened the door to the closet and waltzed out like nothing had happened. as if you didn't spend the entire last three months building a bond. heart: broken.

-

fear couldn't describe the emotion you felt driving to the hospital. it was gut-wrenching, blood-curdling, heart-tearingly excruciating. the rumors swirling around made your sick with worry. could she really be dead?

you weren't there when it happened. you had been driving home and then doing homework, hiding your phone away in a drawer somewhere to keep you distracted. it wasn't until hours later that you checked your notifications to realize she had been admitted to the er.

you rushed into the hospital, demanding to hear about her condition.

"are you immediate family?" the nurse at the desk asked. of course you lied. of course you said yes. she gave you the room number and told you that you could wait in the hall - the doctors were talking with her mother and you would need to wait until she woke up herself.

when you arrived at the door to her room, you were afraid to look inside. you weren't sure why. she was alive, yes. maybe you were afraid she was still upset with you. or worse, she had amnesia and forgot about you completely. dejected, you collapsed into the very comfortable plastic chair next to her room.

a few minutes later, the door opened and the doctors and mrs. george exited the room. you stood up suddenly, expectant in your expression.

"she's fine. she's going to heal 100%, she just needs to wear a corrective neck bracelet for several weeks," the doctors assured you. you could relax, just a little. they walked down the hall, chatting softly. mrs. george grinned at you - you had met before, of course, being introduced as one of regina'a friends.

"well, look who we have here! did you hear the news? they said my name on the evening," she told you excitedly, as though her daughter weren't stuck in the hospital from injuries resulting for being hit. by a bus. "head on in darling, those cute boys said she'd be awake soon." her eyes trailed down the hall to the two doctors that had revived regina. with a mini-wave and a "toodle-doo!" she was down the hall and full on flirting with men much younger than herself.

the doorknob to regina's room stared back at you with intimidation so strong you almost turned around and drove home. you reached out a closed your hand around the cool metal, slowly turning it until you were passing through the doorway and standing feet away from her bed. it didn't feel as scary as you thought, entering her room, staring over at her bed. she looked more at peace then you had ever seen her, she looked prettier than you had ever seen her. without her mean-girl face, she seemed a lot more genuine. a lot more like the regina that opened up to you that one chilly night in december.

you silently pulled a chair next to her bed and sat there, waiting for her to wake up. you didn't mind the wait, in a way. because she was sitting there next to you, and she was going to be okay.

when regina awoke, she seemed more confused than anything. her brows furrowed as she looked around the room, her eyes finally landing on you.

"hey," you said all of a sudden, sitting up straight. "you're okay, you're fine. you're . . . in the hospital."

"what are you doing here?" not snappy or bitter or angry. genuine.

"i heard you got hit by a bus," you said, biting your bottom lip anxiously. would she yell at you? tell you she never wanted to see you again? "i heard . . . i you died. i just had to see for myself, to make sure you were okay. i'm sorry, if you don't want me here, i'll -"

"don't leave!" she shouted, grabbing your hand. you stared down at the place where her skin met your hand. this wasn't happening. this couldn't be happening. her fingers intertwined with yours and you find her eyes to be pleading you. "please, just don't leave."

"regina -"

"just shut up and listen, okay?" she told you, sounding upset, but it didn't seem to be an emotion she was directing towards you. you sat back down and scooted your chair closer to her. "i want us to be something more too . . . okay? i like you, loser."

you narrowed your eyes at her. "is this regina george trying to be nice?" you asked dubiously.

"don't ruin the moment or i'm taking everything i said back."

"no," you said quickly, shaking your head with a smile. you placed your other hand on the one clasped in hers. "it's a good look on you. really."

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine proposing to Shanks

At a bar

You: [brooding over a drink by yourself]

Benn: [comes over and sits next to you, like a concerned papa bear] You've seemed really down lately, what's going on up there in that head of yours?

You: Shanks and I have been together for years, and ... I don't quite know what I was expecting, but I am not happy at the idea of being only his dating partner forever.

Benn: Is this because of the wedding we saw yesterday, down at the Chapple?

You: Sort of, now I know that I'm never going to get a traditional wedding like that, but I would like for him to wife me up.

Benn: You should tell him that because he's never going to come to that conclusion on his own.

You: I know, but I can already picture what his proposal would be like, improvised, sloppy, and probably involving alcohol.

Benn: [mutters to himself] Well, at least you know what you're getting into with him before you marry him.

You: what was that?

Benn: nothing. Can I offer you a piece of advice?

You: [nods]

Benn: Don't wait around for others to do something for you when you could do it a million times better yourself.

You: hmm, thank you for the food for thought.

Two weeks later

Shanks: [tugging on the white collar of his button-up like it's choking him,] Why the hell are they making such a big fuss? Insisting I dress up, just to go on a picnic.

Benn: [straightening his captain's tie] Because they love your dumb ass, for some fucking reason, and they went through the trouble of planning a special night for you two. So you're going to dress up, look nice, stay sober, try to behave, do whatever they say,

Shanks: [mutters] I already do whatever they say

Benn: [gives him the side eye as a warning] And you're going to bring them flowers and this cake.

Shanks: yeah, yeah, it's just it's been ages since we've had time to do something special, we're out of the honeymoon phase, you know? We're like an old married couple, we only have sex once a week and everything.

Benn: Oh, I know, we can hear you two in the crew's quarters, we appreciate that it's the same day every week too. [puts the flowers and box of cake in Shanks's hands] Now get going, if you're late I'll kill you myself.

Shanks: Alright, don't shove.

At the docks

You: wow, you made it on time.

Shanks: I wouldn't be late for our first date in over a year.

You: [winces at the reminder]

Shanks: [realizes he's made things awkward, he holds out his gifts] Uh, these are for you.

You: [can see Benn's meddling] Thank you, but we're actually going to have to wait for the boat to get here. I took your habit of arriving late into account when I made the plans, and the time I told you to come was forty-five minutes before you actually needed to be here.

Shanks: [puts his arm over your shoulder and presses a kiss to your head] You know me so well, and no worries if we have to wait, just means that I get more time with you, my love.

On the boat

Shanks: [looks around the glass bottom boat in amazement] Whoa! Look look! There's a tiger shark.

You: I knew you'd like it, we have it all to ourselves tonight. We'll sail around the reefs, and have dinner.

Shanks: we get to eat.

You: yes, they have your favorite, you can even pick out which lobster you'd like to eat.

After dinner

the boat captain: excuse me, we've landed on Firefly Island, you'll have two hours before we raise anchor and head back to the port.

You: thank you, [turns to Shanks, grabs his hand, and leads him to the heart of the island where all the fireflies are]

Shanks: [visibly resisting the urge to run around and chase them]

You: [rolls your eyes playfully] Go ahead, I know you wanna run, go get your energy out. Why don't you run around the edge of the clearing and herd them this way? [sits on a stone bench beside the pond in the center of the meadow]

Shanks: [kisses your cheek] aye aye

You: [waits until he's tuckered himself out, and has collapsed on the bench next to you] Sweetheart, are you having fun?

Shanks: the most fun I have had in a while, look at this jar of fireflies I caught. [holds up a large mason jar, packed with the luminescent insects] I know if I leave them in there too long, they'll die, but I wanted you to get to open it.

You: [gets down on one knee, positions the ring box on the side of the jar and unscrews the lid to let critters free]

Shanks: Isn't it pretty? [looks down at the jar to see the box on the other side of the jar] What'cha got there?

You: [sets the jar aside and opens the box to reveal the ring inside]

Shanks: [freezes]

You: ... I know I'm not going to get a fancy wedding in a place of worship or even a marriage certificate, but I would still like you to marry me. For us to be marriage partners, even if it's only in name.

Shanks: wh-... how ... [pulls out the ring and slides it onto his finger] it fits and everything.

You: [waiting for an answer]

Shanks: [notices your staring] what?

You: will you marry me?

Shanks: [pulls you into his lap, and kisses you] Of course I'll marry you, and no you're probably not going to get a fancy wedding, and you're definitely not going to get a marriage certificate. But I promise you, you'll get one hell of a wedding.

You: Thank you, love. [peers over to see Benn sopping wet in the bushes, taking pictures with a camera snail] Benn, what are you doing?

Benn: getting engagement photos, obviously.

Shanks: how did you get here?

Benn: I swam, now you two stop moving, so I can take a picture before these fireflies can eat the camera.

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[empyreva]

Daisies

Summary: All you want is to have ONE nice date with Luke without him sabotaging it in some way--surely a flower meadow is safe

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Reader

Word count: 1k

Tags: Fluff, established relationship, fem!reader, Luke and reader are sassy and silly with each other, flirting, teasing, Luke loves getting under your skin, implied sex, vague nudity, 17+

A/N: My thoughts got ahead of me....I liked the idea of reader being like the A type partner and Luke loves messing with her--but you braid flowers in his hair anyway!!

The air is thick with the scents of lavender and honeysuckle--wildflowers dancing with the wind, bending gently but never breaking under the force. Here and there, butterflies and bees dart from flower to flower, sipping nectar lazily.

As you step onto the sprawling expanse of green grass, you can't help but gasp at the scene in front of you. It was like Gaia herself handpicked this location--a sprawling meadow between junctions of neighboring forests, brimming with life. "Wow..." You breathed out, eyes wide with excitement for your perfect picnic date. 

From behind you, the tall grass rustled--a strong arm snaking its way around your waist. Your boyfriend's eyes were pointed ahead, silently contemplating the sanctuary the two of you had found while attempting to get some private time away from the camp. Tugging on Luke's shirt, you enticed him to lean over for a quick kiss before you beckoned him to follow you as you searched for the perfect place to settle down--taking his hand in yours as you ventured further.

"Here's good?" You stopped in front of a small clearing in the field, a patch of dirt stripped bare and empty. Despite being objectively dead, it seemed well-loved, a little TLC would be needed to brush away dust and stray weeds--How many demigods before you had snuck away to this place? The romantic notion alone made your heart flutter.

"Perfect," Luke drawled, giving you a cheeky smile. Enthusiastically, you billowed out the large sheet you had tucked in the small picnic basket--fussing over making sure there were no crinkles in the fabric or sharp rocks underneath it. Watching you bend over and curse as dirt scuffed your pretty white dress had his own thoughts wandering--He honestly couldn't care less about where the two of you ended up.

After deeming everything to be perfectly in place, you dragged Luke down next to you, giggling as he stumbled into a comfortable sitting position. You began to ramble on about something--Luke honestly didn't care much for conversation. He offered you a couple "Mhm"s and "Oh yeah?"s, feigning interest in what you and Annabeth discovered while cleaning out the shed behind Athena's cabin. His eyes flickered down.

Gods, you weren't even wearing a bra.

"Luke--Luke!!" Suddenly you were right in front of him, nose to nose as your eyebrows furrowed. "Are you even listening?"

"Uh-uhm yeah--So uhhhhhh....So what happened after Percy killed that...Lizard?" 

"Tarantula, Luke. And he didn't kill it, he just flung it somewhere and told Annabeth that he killed it," you sighed, pushing your hair back with one hand. Luke felt like he had been pierced through the heart, gazing intently at you as you preened yourself for a moment. "But, anyway, Annabeth was so cute because she..."

"It's a bit hot, don't you think?" He interjected, fingers skirting along the exposed flesh of your thigh--peeking out from beneath your white dress. "Like, I'm actually sooo hot--Aren't you feeling it?" You gasped and pouted, gently pushing his wandering hand back to his side of the blanket. No no, you weren't going to let him win, again. The last time the two of you even tried to leave for a date, he 'accidentally' spilled something all over your shirt so you had to change. In front of him.

"C'mon, Luke, the food's gonna go bad if we start now!" You whined, pointing at the two perfectly crafted sandwiches you made, not to mention the various fresh fruits you packed up for dessert!! Completely ignoring you, Luke shrugged his shirt off from over his head, letting it fall somewhere in the nearby daisies. A smirk danced across his face, noticing the way your gaze immediately diverted the second he was facing you again. His abs had a slight shine to them, his biceps flexing as he pushed himself onto his haunches. "A-Aren't you hungry? We've been walking for like--like an hour!"

"Oh, I'm hungry--starved, even..." Luke pushed the basket out of the way, a slow crawl landing his lips just a breath away from yours. Your breath hitched in your throat, eyes locking with Luke's--Gods he just had this way of getting you right under his thumb. A large hand slipped all the way up your dress, gently massaging the burning-hot flesh of your chest.

"I just have this...craving for something else."

--

"This is fucking amazing, baby," Luke moaned, his fingers dwarfing what remained of his sandwich. His head lay on your bare lap, cradled between your knees as he lounged, free as a bird, basking in the warmth of the sun and summer air. "Best. Sandwich. Ever."

"Thank you," you huffed, one hand massaging his scalp as the other supported your dinner. "You spoilt brat..." Luke frowned at the words that you muttered under your breath, reaching a hand up to flick at your nose.

"Hey!"

"I'm not a brat," he whined, poking at your jaw like a child. "Don't say that."

"Don't say that," you mocked. "Gods, can you ever NOT act like a big baby."

"Just for you, my girl."

You looked down at your boyfriend's handsome face--His mischievous brown eyes sparkled under the soft rays of the setting sun, while his dark curls fell around his forehead in gentle waves. Laughter escaped him as you gave his ribs a soft tickle, and he tried to evade you for a second before you decided that you wanted to try and actually be romantic. Something about these teenage boys...

You turned to your side and reached over, plucking a few daisy blossoms from the ground—a bouquet of white. With a smile, you began delicately threading them through his locks. Some clung tight to his scalp, others drifted lightly to the tips of his curls. He closed his eyes and sighed deeply, relishing the sensation of your fingers against his skin--the soft tugging and gentle petting as you crafted a sort of halo.

"My handsome boy," you murmured, hoping to commit this moment to memory. Luke was growing sleepy, you could tell by how his eyes fought to stay open long enough to gaze into yours--the rise and fall of his chest in the rhythm of a euphony of crickets in the distance. He looked so pretty like this, so vulnerable, so trusting. You wished that this day would never end.

[cho-aaacho]

—Sunrise Swish

Masterlist

Tags : Love Bites, Biting, Licking, Kissing, French Kissing, Touching, Fingering, Rainy Day, Living Together, Soft Gojo Satoru.

Summary : Satoru always knew how to make you recall every touch under his fingertips, making you moan his name out of intense delight. Each of his kisses carried the sweetness of sugary marshmallows. Isn't it simply charming?

"Raining..."

"Yeah, quite annoying, isn't it? We had plans for a nice picnic today. Unfortunately, we can't control the weather."

Satoru's approaching, his voice blending with the falling raindrops. There is still a romantic connection between you and him, and you can still feel his warmth in the atmosphere.

You gaze into his eyes, azure, your favorite color since you knew him. Although you are trying to find something delightful in him, you are always falling for his eyes. How could it be so attractive in a very dangerous way? It's so unfair.

You are following his gesture carefully, trying to draw him closer, trying to trap him in your universe. A smile curls on his lips as he glides closer.

"I'm not annoyed; I'm just disappointed." You replied.

"Oh, come on... it's not like the world is over. I'm still here, you know."

He studies your features, then shifts his gaze to the table where two cups of hot chocolate sit. With gentle hums, he carefully sits down, draping a thin blanket over your body. He is hinting that he wants to make you comfortable.

Today is your day off, and it should be his too, but as he mentioned earlier, he can't change the weather, and the rain is so heavy outside. 

It annoys you because you crave so much quality time with your dear boyfriend, and today is the only opportunity to cherish romantic moments together. His job is always hard, and sometimes you are frustrated when you can't help Satoru.

But seeing Satoru's calmness and tender smile softens your anger, and you hesitate to disrupt his serenity. You don't want to ruin his realm.

A sigh of boredom floats in the air as you let Satoru nestle against your shoulder, wrapping himself in a blue blanket while still humming a sweet romantic song. 

Why is he so calm and relaxed? 

He's even gentler than usual. Could it be that he's happy because he couldn't go out with you? But... Satoru isn't that bad. You understand him well.

"Looks like someone is happy because he can't go out, huh?"

"Eh?" He moved away from your shoulder and looked at you in surprise. You could see your reflection in his azure eyes, awaiting your sweet reply.

"No. I mean... I'm just trying to be cheerful in front of you; I don't want to let you down!"

"But... still, I'm sad because I can't go out with you, Satoru-kun."

As you expected, Satoru would say something like this. Because he has never said anything negative when it's about you, he always attempts to hide his feelings, and sometimes you can't always see his true colors.

Where is his red? Is he always covered in blue? Maybe... purple? You never knew. Because everything he shows you is always a bright color. The hues are made in heaven.

"Oh... my dear, I'm so sorry."

You grabbed your phone, hoping to lift your spirits by reading some tweets. Perhaps these could help you escape your negative mood. Satoru is still there too.

And then you find something funny between the tweets. A smile curls on your face as you read those tweets because they were so accurate for your situation.

You show your phone to Satoru, making light from the phone caress his pretty face, and carefully add some humor to your voice.

"Hey, take a look at this. Someone had tweeted this. They said, What will you do in the rain with your partner? It sounds oddly familiar, doesn't it?"

A giggle escapes Satoru's lips; he strokes his chin, and with a mischievous grin, his gaze falls at you. "Hmm, perhaps... I'd do something like this."

He drew near and embraced your soul, unveiling your shadow in his azure eyes. The way he breathes and the way he is touching his lips on yours are melting you in every way.

He delicately grazed your face, touching your cheeks with his palm and whispering love lines between kisses. You already know who is in charge now.

Satoru.

Warmth wrapped you in its love, creating the sensation of tenderness. His lips feel so different this time. There is a sweetness and gentleness left in them. 

With closed eyes, his tongue were already playing their games. Tasting chocolate and the sweetness of marshmallows against your mouth. 

You could taste the sugary marshmallow or the sweetness of chocolate mixed in your mouth, sharing a sensual dance between your tongue and his. Dominating, like a romantic dance between lovers.

Your gaze wanders, scanning him, trying to find any clue in his eyes. But no matter how you try, all you can see are his eyes gazing at you. A canvases blue sky.

Satoru, almost in disbelief, but charmed by your expression. A flush of red graces your features, resembling sweet cherry blossoms blushing in the wake of that kiss.

He groaned while playfully nipping at your earlobe. "I know, baby, I know. I'm right here; just breathe."

"It's alright. I'll stop if you're not in the mood." He whispered, and it almost sounded like a love confession to your ears.

but... you just nodded.

He sealed a kiss on your neck, counting every pore on your skin with his textured lips, exploring each contour with a hint of aggression, and teasing every spot of your sweet skin.

Relentless passion.

Sweet bites.

Slow motion.

Sensual licking.

Repeating. 

Squeezing.

Foggy eyes.

Deep breathing. 

Resonating sigh.

Weak moan.

Crimson cheeks.

Wet lips.

Eyes shut, biting lips. Every move and every bite makes your knees weak. You playfully whined in response, squeezing his biceps, pretending for resistance. 

But... Satoru already knows every spot of your vulnerabilities; he knows each spot that could make you moan his name.

With seductive movement, he glided his fingers between your thighs. Exploring your weak spot relentlessly, rubbing your panties in gently. After enjoying the view, he slipped his finger inside your panties eager to feel how aroused you had become.

Satoru delicately slid his finger inside you, making your head arch in response. All of these transform into ecstasy. And. Honestly. It feels so good. You couldn't help but whisper his name.

He moves his finger slowly and gently; he doesn't want you to get hurt or uncomfortable. Until he finds your most sensitive spot, the sweetest area of your being.

"Are you alright?" Satoru inquired, his gaze revealing concern. "You seem to be grappling with something."

"Oh... I'm okay, Satoru-kun. It's just... I can't shake this feeling. I'm afraid if someone catches us making out on the balcony."

"No. They won't," he assured.

Then, a soft breath carried his whispered words to your ear: "I want to mark you as mine."

[mrchiipchrome]

I need a kyra cooney cross one

if you wanna request, theres a prompt list in my masterlist :)

prompt 47. -I want you here, from tonight until the end of time.

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The picnic date you and Kyra had only 15 minutes earlier ended with the sun going down behind the horizon. It was time to use the scenic field out in the countryside to stargaze, the purpley orange color of the lowering sun painting your faces gorgeously.

“Yeah, it should be there? I don’t think I forgot it…” You shoot back at the Aussie, who perks up when she seemingly finds it.

“I found it!” She lifts her arms in triumph, blanket falling down onto the ground. Picking it up, Kyra doesn’t notice you coming up behind her. That’s why she jumps out of her shoes when she feels your hands on her waist, turning around and going down into a ninja-like position.

“Whoa, Miss Ninja be careful, wouldn’t want you to chop my head off with those razor hands, would we?” You take her hands in yours, twirling her around like you would a dance partner.

And in a way she was, twisting and twirling around behind the car to the whistling tunes of the birds, early September glow making for an ethereal scene.

“Come on, let’s go lay down” The younger girl tells you after stealing a quick kiss from your lips. The early September air was warm enough not to need hoodies during the day but cold enough to need blankets at night.

Laying down on the picnic blanket placed out earlier, her head finds its way onto your shoulder, Kyra’s arm wrapping around your waist under the thick fluffy blanket. Your arms find their way under your head, providing some well needed cushioning.

The young Australian star presses a sweet kiss to the underside of your jaw, catching your attention prettily.

The soft oranges of the sleepy sun were slowly fading, making a starry night possible.

“What’s that constellation?” She points out the obscure shape in the sky made up of stars, forming what looked to be a w.

“Well, that my love happens to be Cassiopeia.” You whisper in her ear softly, your breath tickling the skin of her cheek. She giggles, pushing your face away from hers, you just leaning in to press a bunch of pecks to her cheeks.

The giggles increase dramatically, the two of you rolling around on the picnic blanket. When you end up on top of her, the urge to kiss her becomes far too strong, capturing her lips with yours in an innocent embrace.

“Mhm, you’re my greatest love Kyra. My only love.” You whisper to her, lips millimeters from your own.

“You’re a dork” She pushes you down beside her, going back to your previous position. “I love you too” She whispers into the night air, cloud forming.

“I wish we could stay here forever, just the two of us. I want you here, from tonight until the end of time.” With only the stars and your lover witnessing the moment of softness, you express every loving thought you have of her, voice lulling the midfielder to sleep.

You yourself couldn’t sleep even if you wanted to, the goddess beside you snoring loudly in your ear. Anyways, you’d rather look at her than sleep, her peaceful features twitching ever so slightly when your finger runs over them.

Even as the sky’s painted in glowing orange and pink, you can't help but think how much more gorgeous the girl beside you was compared to the sky.

[zerobaseonefics]

enchanted ㅡ ricky

ricky x gn!reader

genre : fluff, fake dating.

warnings : none <3 shout out to my 🐇 anon and to @mins-fins cuz he seemed excited to read it yesterday 🤭

"ricky, stand up-"

"i said i would beg! i'm begging"

you sighed heavily. growing up as ricky neighbor, you two ended up being great friends. your parents knew each other so your families often did thing together, such as going to holidays, picnics and these kind of things. it is know to everybody that ricky's family was wealthy, and yours was just as much as your parents became business partners over the year.

"come on, i don't wanna go with them, and you have no one to take you there. if we go together, our parents will let us be!"

rich people problem, i guess... once a year, your parents' business partners organized a ball for their kids. it was not just a little dance for shit and giggles, no, it was just so the kids can meet together, fall in love and make their life with someone from a wealthy family. ricky and you grew up going there every year. when you were younger, your parents never pressured you to have a partner to go there. however, around a certain age, you better have one if you don't want your parents to be the laughing stock of town. ricky and you decided years ago to never go together, otherwise your parents would imagine things and think you're a couple. at that time, you didn't have those hidden feelings you have for each other like you have today.

and now, you guys were eighteen, going nineteen, and you had to take someone with you. the problem is, you were absolutly bitchless, and ricky's parent were forcing him to go with someone he couldn't stand.

"ricky, i would've gone with you if our parents weren't friends. you know damn well they won't stop teasing us with it and think we're in love or something."

"and? is it worse than you not pulling and me being forced to go with that goblin??"

"don't call people goblins, i already told you that's mean!" you choked, hitting his arm

"well i don't care!" ricky whined before letting his head fall on the kitchen table you guys were sitting at.

you were thinking about it, and yes, your parents thinking ricky and you are a thing wasn't a problem for you. at least, it was not worse than seeing someone else at ricky's arm. but you knew you will not be able to stand your parents thinking you guys are in love when you were convinced ricky didn't like you back.

suddenly, ricky got up.

"what if we tell our parents that we are dating, and then we break up after the ball so they leave us alone."

"i mean...that could work."

"so you're fine with it?"

the blonde looked at you with eyes full of hope, waiting for you to say yes. you let yourself a few seconds to think, before sighing.

"screw it, i guess that's a nice plan."

a huge smile on his face, ricky took your hand and dragged you with him to the door.

"mom, i'm taking y/n on a date, i should be back around 6!"

"what?" you said in a choked voice to make sure she couldn't hear it.

"you're dating y/n??" she suddenly appeared, her head peeking out of her room.

"i didn't know how to tell you, but yes, we've been dating for a few weeks now", ricky said confidently as you were turning red.

"oh my god! is it why you didn't want to go with my colleague's daughter?"

she started rambling about how happy she was about the news, and ricky had to cut her off gently for you two to go. he opened the door, not letting go of your hand.

"okay, so what do we do now..."

"we're going on a fake date."

"is it really necessary? our parents are not with us, we don't have to go that far."

"don't worry about that, it's to imbue us with the couple vibes."

and ricky took you on a date. once, and twice, and a third time again before the ball. and it never felt fake, not even once. or maybe you were just delusional? at least, that's what you were thinking, not knowing ricky was having the time of his life pretending to be your lover.

the night of the ball, ricky came to pick you up. you were surprised when you saw his cheeks turn crimson red when he saw you all done-up. it wasn't that hot tonight, why was he like this? (well you're a dense bitch) (i'm sorry) (let me go back to my serious narrator persona wait)

the feeling of taking you to the dance was bittersweet for ricky. you two have planned to fake your 'break up' to your parents after the ball. it means it was the last time he could take your hand, pass his arm around your waist or your shoulder to take you closer to him, look at him with obvious love in his eyes with the excuse of faking it so you won't be unconfortable.

everyone joked about how they knew you two will end up together since you were young, and they congratuled you on finally being a couple. but both of you knew the truth, and it's why it didn't please you as much as they thought it would.

the evening was going smoothly as you both tried to joke around and enjoy the moment.

now, the time has come. the most awaited moment by the people your age that were going to the ball was slowdancing, as cliche as it sounds. you watched the other kids as they got up with excitement with their partner to dance. the song playing on background was enchanted by taylor swift. tugging on a piece of your clothing, ricky tried to have your attention. you turned to face him.

"you're comfortable with doing this? we're not obliged to do it if you don't want to, you seem hesitant about it." fervently, you shook your head to deny his allegations.

"no no! it be weird if we didn't do it, right? and i'm comfortable, since it's you."

ricky tried to restrain his smile as he got up from the seat you two were on. he gave you his hand, waiting for you to take it in yours.

"can i have this dance?"

you laughed at his act.

"i would love to", you admitted, putting your hand in his. he took it to his lips to plant a kiss on it, still in his gentleman act.

and here you were, on the dance floor between all those stupid rich kids, your arms around ricky's neck as he was holding your waist, slowdancing. the blonde haired boy bent a bit to whisper in your ear, pulling you closer.

"can you believe we're breaking up tomorrow?" he mumbled in a teasing tone, making sure no one but you could hear him.

"don't bring this up, i'm your lover for at least... three more hours", you answered in the same volume.

"you know, now that i think about it, our parents are probably gonna freak out when we tell them we broke up."

"that's true, and we're gonna have to tell everybody here that we're not together anymore."

"seems tiring."

you simply nod, and ricky straightened himself up to look at your eyes. there was something special about the way he looked at you, something you couldn't explain. little did you know, that same thing was shining the same in your eyes, and ricky started to think that maybe his feelings were mutual.

"you're making me feel so weird right now." ricky confessed, which made you frown. you hummed in confusion, waiting for him to continue.

"do we really have to break up?"

"i mean, we're not gonna pretend forever... right?"

"it felt right to me. how was it for you?"

"how was what?"

"me being your boyfriend."

it seemed like a joke to you at first, but the more you observed his face, there was not even a pint of playfulness. he was dead serious. you didn't answer because you were taken aback, so ricky continued.

"i loved being your boyfriend, even if it was all an act. i might be wrong, but i feel like it wasn't that bad for you either. please let me take you on a real date at least once and if you don't like it, let's just forget about it."

"i don't think i can forget about it."

was is it a rejection? did he ruin everything by confessing? ricky let his head down in shame, cold sweat running down his back. suddenly, he felt your hand on his cheek, and he looked back up to you. you quickly kissed his lips.

"i would love to date you for real this time", you said, as enchanted was coming to an end. he beamed befofe leaning back to yours lips, and he was now the one kissing you.

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Shall we look at the moon, my little loon

Warnings: mentions of sex, SB bringing home ladies, reader is still pretty young in this part, HL having to educate his sister on what cheating is 🙃, Soldier Boy continues to mentally scar his children lol, mentions of infidelity/cheating

Words: 1314

Summary: While Soldier Boy entertains ladies in his bedroom, Homelander shields you from their moans and takes you outside to look at the night sky.

btw, happy new year guys! :)

🌸Did you get enough love my little dove 🌸Well you do enough talk my little hawk

When Homelander started hearing the moaning coming from the other side of his bedroom wall, he immediately swings his feet out from under his blankets and bolts out of his bedroom and over to your room. Within the next few minutes Homelander knew that the moaning and other noise will just get louder and louder. He had a short amount of time to get you out.

Over his arm is hung a bulky pair of headphones and a warm blanket.

You stir when you hear your door open, lifting your sleepy head up from the pillow. "What're you doing?"

"Dad has one of his. . . lady friends over. So you know what that means."

All sleep evaporated from you when you register what this entails. "We're gonna go visit the stars!"

He has to stop you in your excitement from running out of your room. "Hold on. Slippers and coat." Homelander forces you back around after he puts the headphones over your small ears.

You follow him out, unaware of the sound of skin smacking against skin that made Homelander's eartips redden from sheer embarrassment. Children shouldn't have to hear that. And damn his enhanced hearing that picked up every sharp note and shrill moan.

Outside was cast in a dark blue tint with just the moon and stars as the only light source. That was one of the good things about living further from most other neighbors. Less light pollution.

The woods in the back of your house was your playground. Countless hours spent out there with Homelander, living in your imagination and being just kids for once instead of weapons of mass destruction. You were free out there. The two of you could be whoever you wanted to. Vogelbaum, Edgar, not even Soldier Boy could follow you out there. Towering trees and scattering bushes was your sanctuary.

In the heart of it stood the little wooden shed you and Homelander had built as a type of playhouse. That was where you stored things that Soldier Boy would otherwise deem as nerd shit or something only pussies would do. Which you never understood what he meant by that and Homelander was never privy to tell you. You didn't need the same mentality that Soldier Boy had. Homelander wanted you to have an open mind. To not become a jaded person like their father.

There were folded blankets stacked off to the side for when you and Homelander have picnics or star gazing nights like this. Hidden between two blankets was the dismantled telescope Homelander had smuggled in as well as a few books on astronomy.

Homelander easily locates the bulky flashlight that they used to read their books late at night. While he's grabbing the books, you gather the blankets and telescope.

Shuffling out with arms full, you ask "Do boyfriend-girlfriends usually have lady friends?"

He frowns, really not wanting to answer. "What are you talking about?"

"Well" you smartly start, as if you knew all about the adult world "Dad is boyfriend-girlfriend with Crimson Countess, right? But then he has over his lady friends. And they make the same noise Crimson Countess ma-"

"Okay, okay. I get it." Hurriedly cutting you off, Homelander decides right there was a good enough spot to settle down in as he drops his books. He doesn't want to look at you as he fidgets around; pulling the telescope from the safety between the blankets. "No. Usually couples only see one another. No one else. It's called cheating when someone isn't loyal to their partner."

A soft breeze rustles the leaves around Homelander's ankles, startling him for a moment. You're seated on the blanket with another wrapped around your body to offer you warmth and watch him. "So dad is cheating on Countess?"

Damn Soldier Boy for making Homelander have to tell you these things that you shouldn't know about. With a meticulous touch, he connects the telescope's sleek metal components, each piece fitting together like a perfect puzzle.

After extending the tripod, Homelander bashfully nods. "Yeah. He cheats on her. . ."

You're quiet, ruminating over what this meant which your brother is grateful for. He hated ruining the tint of your rose colored glasses. If Homelander had it his way, you would always stay sweet and innocent with no bad thoughts in your head.

Adjusting the focus on the eyepiece, Homelander tests it out on the starry spectacle above. "It's all set. Here, look. I think I see the sagittarius constellation. Or. . . maybe its scorpius. . ." He balances the flashlight in the crook of his arm to reference the book he held with his hand.

"Is cheating normal?" Sounding so small in that moment, he turns his attention over to you. Your little brows were scrunched together. Disney princess movies definitely didn't involve this. The prince always got with the princess in the end. They never divulged what happened after the movie was done. Did Prince Charming actually cheat on Cinderella after that beautiful ending?

Firm hands land on your shoulders and looks you square in the eyes, holding it with sincerity. "If a guy ever cheats on you I want you to laser his face off. You want someone who'll be utterly devoted to you."

"Oh, so someone like you?" You instantly come to that conclusion with a bubbly smile. He was the only person to ever display such characteristics in your life. Soldier Boy tend to leave you and Homelander to your own devices many days of the week. In the morning sometimes there'd be signs that he hadn't come home at all. Homelander was all you had.

He wants to agree with you, wants to tell you that you should just stay by his side for the rest of your life. That was his ultimate dream. For the two of you to always be together.

There were always moments in his day when Homelander would be looking at you, the apple of his eye, and remember that once you grow up you may decide that it was time to part from your older brother. Get out from under his protective wing to explore what the world had to offer by yourself.

A day where you would no longer need him.

Out there by yourself there was potential for harm to befall you. Not physical harm, he doubts you'd let anyone lay a hand on you. Emotional harm was what worried Homelander most. If a guy were to break her heart, he'd pulverize them without question.

You were like his bright moon among a never ending void of darkness.

"Yeah. Someone like me." Homelander finally replies, hoping his melancholy didn't surface to his face.

Looking through the telescope, you marvel at the shimmering lights of the stars that hung over you. "Some day I want to try flying all the way up there." Your breath comes out in a small white puff from the cold.

That was something you always said. "I know you will."

Pulling away from the telescope, you have a hopeful smile lighting up your face. "And you'll be there with me, right? I don't want to do it alone."

Before he could reply, a haunting melody emerged—a distant echo that had you forgetting about the telescope and running to Homelander's side.

"What is that?" you whisper into his arm.

Homelander had heard the call before though and simply chuckles at your cute reaction. "That's from a loon."

"A loon?"

"It's a type of bird that sometimes likes to come out at night." Homelander motions for you to be quiet so you could hear the mournful symphony as another loon adds it's voice somewhere in the distance. Each call was a lyrical punctuation.

He lets you marvel in it before the calls died down, returning the forest once more to a still quiet.

I'd go to the moon with you, my little loon.

Thanks for reading!

[newroseanna]

Dazai and Chuuya accidentally hurting you.

DAZAI:

♧ Probably happened because of an argument.

♧ You know how he doesn't actually show his true emotions?

♧ Yeah. He doesn't even open up to you.

♧ His significant other.

♧ It has been a little over year since you two have start dating.

♧ You'd expect him to open a little bit more up to you.

♧ But no. He doesn't.

♧ It was the anniversary of the death of Oda.

♧ Obviously he was sad.

♧ He tried not to show it.

♧ But you had a gut feeling something was wrong.

♧ When he came home after work you deicided to confront him.

♧ You asked him if he was okay.

♧ He obviously tries to brush it off. And change to the subject.

♧ But you set on getting the truth outta him this time.

♧ One thing leads to another. And now you two are yelling at each other.

♧ He was already quite on the edge so this just builds up on it.

♧ He tries to walk away but you ran up infront of him trying to stop him.

♧ He tries again to walk away but you block him.

♧ And then he shoves you to the ground.

♧ You head hits the ground with a loud thud.

You have been trying to get Dazai to open up to you. I mean you deserved to know if hes sad or not. But he always shuts you down.You have been getting increasingly annoyed by this. Until one day your boyfriend seemed a little bit more down? You didn't really know what to do about it since you've never since him this off. So you thought it will be a good time to get to know how he acts when he's sad. You deicide after when he come home from work You'd ask him about. And not let him brush it off like he always does.

When he came home you were basically all on him trying to get the truth outta him. As he was getting more annoyed you getting more impatient.

"(Name.) it's nothing."

"No! Don't give me the crap! I know it's something!!"

"(Name.) it's really nothing! I'm just tired that's all!"

"Oh my god! You always fucking do this! Your obviously sad!" You say grinding your teeth in frustration.

"Is this even a relationship? You know everything about me. What I like what I don't like. What I do when I'm happy What I do when I'm not. Hell you even know how I sleep! But I don't know a single thing about you!" You yell.

"I'm tired (Name.) can we just talk about this another day?" Dazai says walking past you. You quickly ran infront of him blocking him for leaving.

"I'm not done speaking!"

Again he tries to walk around you but to avail. You continue yelling at him.

"If you don't like me just say that! If you wanna break up just say that! Don't beat around the Bush!!" That was the final straw for him. He full on shoves you to the ground.

Hitting the hard floor with a resounding thud. You yelp in pain. Dazai just stood there staring at you from above for second. But when he see tears streams down your face he immediately snaps out of his daydream to go straight to your side.

He didn't mean to hurt you. He didn't want to hurt you. But he did. He doesn't say anything. He just picks you up walking inside your shared bedroom. He sets you down. And gets the first aid kit.

"I'm so sorry." Dazai says very quietly so quite that you almost didn't hear him say it.

"I'm sorry too."

"Don't be. It not your fault." He says in a very dull voice.

"I promise I'll try to open up more." He adds.

You smile. Getting what you wanted out if this.

CHUUYA:

♤ We all know he has a very short temper.

♤ And because of that you guys argue quite alot.

♤ But it's always last either 10 minutes or 30 minutes depending on the severity of the matter.

♤ It's kinda childish thr things you two argue about.

♤ But you thought it was a hood idea to talk about Dazai.

♤ Chuuya's old partner.

♤ And he did not take that well.

♤ All you wanted to do is to arrange a picnic with the Armed detective agency. On the bosses behalf.

♤ So you brought up Dazai not knowing you boyfriend would literally freak our because of it.

♤ At first you tired to calm him down not wanting to argue so late in the in the night.

♤ But when he wasn't calming down that's when a shouting battle was ready to commend.

♤ Insults were thrown back and fourth.

♤ And it was even 'a little rude' ones. Nah it was the ones that cut deeper then a knife.

♤ You were bringing up his backstory and he was bringing you insecurities.

♤ That's when you said something about the cloning situation.

♤ He quite literally snap. Flinging you across the room with he ability.

Chuuya has always been a short tempered boy. He had tried to go to a therapist to sort out his anger issues. But he'd get angry and the therapist for doing there job.

So it was uncommon to find you guys arguing over the littlest things. But it always ends up in him apologising and maybe giving you butterfly kisses. Since he's always the one to make it worse then it needs to be.

But one day you mentioned Dazai. And he went feral.

"Dazai-san is definitely coming!" You say loudly.

"Hes not fucking coming."He growled.

"What do you mean? He has to come!"

"I do not want to see that fucking, pussy sucking womaniser."

"Well too bad. He coming either way." You say not caring about when your boyfriend has to say.

"(Name.)!! DONT BE FUCKING STUBBORN YOU KNOW THE HISTORY ME AND THAT BASTERD HAS. AND YOU WANNA FUCKING INVITE HIM?!?" He immediately shouts. This catches you a bit off guard.

"Calm the hell down! It not that deep!" You say trying to calm him down. It did nit work. It only made him more angry. So he continues yelling. Which causes you to finally say something back.

Insults upon Insults were thrown at each other.

"YOU LITERALLY STILL HAVE ACNE SCARS ON YOUR FACE. IT MAKES YOU LOOK LIKE A MELON!!"

"A MELON? THAT DOES EVEN MAKE ANY FUCKING SENSE!"

It continued like that until you took it way to far.

"ATLEAST I STILL KNOW IM A HUMAN UNLIKE YOU! WHO KNOWS IF YOUR THE CLONE OR NOT!!" You yell at him. Nit even knowing what your saying.

Not even a second spared you were thrown to the other side of the room.

You bang the wall really really hard you thought you cracked your skull. It took you a second to comprehend what even happened but when you did you cried out loud. Holding your head in pain.

"I-i- (Name.)..." Chuuya whispers out.

He ran up to you.

"Oh my god...I'm so sorry.. " He say hugging your figure. When he pulls away he uses his coat to dry up your tears.

He almost didn't wanna touch you thinking he will hurt you again.

"I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry too." You say.

"I guess we both fucked up."

[fandomsoverlife]

Tangerine x sweet!gn reader headcanons

Authors note: I watched bullet train and have noticed the fanfic department is lacking, here is my lackluster take on possibly slightly ooc Tangerine with a sweet gender neutral partner. And also bookstore meet cute, sorry I don’t make the rules.

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- Tangerine didn’t expect himself to be locked down and in a relationship. He was always out and about, looking over his shoulder, getting bloodstains out of his shirts, and hoping for the best.

- he found you at a bookstore though, perusing the aisles and holding a stack too big for two arms, which he immediately found cute

- it wasn’t until you’d reached for another book that your whole pile came down and he found himself helping you out, stacking the books up carefully into your arms but then deciding to walk with you and help you carry your load to the till when you’d found the book you were reaching for

- he asked you to get a cup of tea with him almost immediately, surprising even himself when the question slipped his lips

- every date you went on, he asked about a different book from the ones he had seen in your stack

- and he kept it classy too, sweet little dates with no overbearing physical contact

- after your cup of tea he had taken you to an art museum, and then to a butterfly garden, and then to a lovely little picnic in a very secluded part of a park where you’d jumped his bones and let him have you against a picnic blanket during sunset (quite a charming first time)

- he didn’t tell Lemon about you until the picnic incident had happened, when he’d called him the next morning after you had left his home

- he lied to you for the first three months of going out, about his job and what he was doing every time he left

- the guilt ate him away at the insides, every time he’d look into your shining eyes, wide with adoration and trust, and when he kissed you goodbye

- when he came clean it was after a hard job. Lemon narrowly escaped death and he himself was doing pretty bad

- he came to your home and knocked on your door, hugging you tight and whispering that he wasn’t who he said he was and he was so sorry

- when you pulled away and looked up at him, laughing, he was scared.

“Why are we laughing when I’ve just told you I’m a contract killer, love?”

“It’s funny because you thought I didn’t know something was wrong. I figured out the crime a long time ago.”

- it turns out using a code name and going on frequent business trips that mar you with bruises leaves a little bit up to question

- he is grateful you’re understanding

- treats you like you’re a prize and he’s never won before in his life

- dotes on you constantly in his own way

- acts annoyed when you forget a jacket but he’s shrugging his own the second he sees you shiver, before you can mention being cold

- you don’t go to the gas station anymore, your tank is always filled the second it gets below half full. You don’t even have to say anything, he just checks.

- your favorite snack is always in his cabinet, your favorite drink in his fridge

- pet names galore

- bird, pretty, love, sweetheart, babe, poppet

- he will steal things for you, completely “accidentally” sometimes - the things he nicks just happen to be something you’d like.

- loves to hear you talk about whatever interests you

- is not great at saying how he feels out loud

- his affection is more physical

- hand on the lower back in a crowd, clasped in yours as you walk down the street, pulled into his side if it’s dark or chilly

- he likes to watch you get ready in the mornings

- will not let you shave his face and/or trim his mustache

- will let you play with his hair at any point

- will give you shoulder rubs

- when you finally meet lemon, tangerine is a little floored when he sees how well you get on

- he’s not too happy when you both get to teasing at him the way he does to everyone

- he is happy the person he loves makes everyone else just as happy as they make him

[sugawhaaa]

☆----------CHIFUYU FANFIC

☆--------------PERVER PT.2

☆---------------------------phone call

GENRE:: SCHOOL ERA, ENEMIES TO LOVERS (if you squint)

A/N:: remember when I said that I thought my gf was mad at me? Well she wasn't BUT she did break up with me 2 days ago....so....

WARNINGS:: VULGAR LANGUAGE, MENTIONS OF RAPE AND SA (NOT THE BOYS OFC)

TAGS:: @main-character0

It had been three days since the incident happened with Baji and Chifuyu and since then they haven't been at school. That was until today in science. A group project had been assigned and you were partnered with Baji and Chifuyu. Of course Chifuyu tried to do some work on the project but Baji wouldn't let him. Drawing smiley faces and weird doodles.

"Baji, do you think you could help a bit maybe?" Chifuyu sighed as he wrote down some notes. You were planning the poster and drawing sections in your own little world. "We're going to have to work on this after school but I'm afraid my house won't work," Chifuyu spoke in the loud room. You thought for a moment and remembered what Baji had said "That Chifuyu’s parents aren't present in his life!"

"We can go to my house," Baji chimned in. "My moms super chill and my dad is out of the country right now so it'll be nice, quiet, and calm," He smiled as he reassured Chifuyu.

"Does that work for you?" Chifuyu asked you. You nodded.

"It'll probably be fine but I'll text my mom just yo be sure," you pulled out your phone and texted your mom. She replied to you a little while later and told you to be safe but other than that you were free to go. Baji and Chifuyu told you to meet them by the picnic table out back.

After school you met up with the two of them and you walked with them to Bajis house. You felt a little awkward but the other two didn't seem to mind you being there at all and proceeded to include you in their antics. You eventually arrived at Bajis house and you all had some peyoung together before getting started on the project. It ended up being extremely fun, you started getting a warm fuzzy feeling of happiness when around them. Midway through working Baji got a call. Before answering he showed it to Chifuyu and Chifuyu nodded. Baji answered the phone.

"Yo," he said into the mic. There was muffled talking over the other end. "Right now?" He spoke again. "Shit, alright well I got Chifuyu with me right now. We'll be over as soon as possible," Baji said in a serious tone. Chifuyu patted Bajis back with a big smirk.

"Let's go,"

☆—------

"What!?" Baji and Chifuyu said they'd be kicking you out and you could walk home. You said your goodbyes and they walked off but you didn't. You were going to follow them. Not all the way to wherever they were going and you wouldn't be a creep about it, it was just suspicious. And you were curious. Nothing serious. You watched them for a while and they went back inside the house. Shortly after they came out in Tokyo manji gangs outfits and Baji had no glasses on and his hair down. He looked like a whole man. He turned to your general direction with a frown, his sharp cat-like eyes cutting through the evening air.

"What's up?" Chifuyu asked as he put his hands in his pockets.

"Nothing, just thought I heard a bike," he said in a raspy and deep voice. Very different from his nerd tone. They were so different in every way imaginable, voice, visuals, attitude, aura everything. Worst of all, they were wearing TOMAN outfits. Toman. You started to second guess following them but you checked your watch to see it was 5:33 and you told your mom you'd be home by 6 to 6:30 so why not follow them. Chifuyu started walking to the right before realizing Baji wasn't following.

"Aye, what about our bikes?" Chifuyu spoke sternly.

"The fights near us, it'll take us at most 15 minutes," Baji said as he walked steadily down the sidewalk. You followed behind them not too closely before feeling something grab your hair and a hand go over your mouth. You tried to scream but nothing came out. Everything went black.

When you awoke you were in a dim lit room tied to a chair, the stench of cigarettes and weed burned your nose. A man with long hair sat on a table, another with a buzz cut leaned against the wall on the opposite side with a baseball bat. The long haired one glanced at you before turning to the other man.

"She's awake," he said with a tilt of his head. The one with the bat looked at you before standing up.

"Why did we even kidnap her in the damn first place," he growled as he grabbed the head of the chair and pulled you close. Fear coursed through your body. You were kidnapped and you still didn't know why or what they were gonna do to you.

"She was suspicious and an easy target," the other man explained as he stood next to the other. They argued for a while about what to do with you and what the best option was. That was until the one with a bat commented.

"Why don't we pleasure ourselves with her? She looks young so she's probably a virgin," your jaw dropped and you shook your head intensely as if they would listen. 

"That would mean we'd have to untie her," the other rolls his eyes and puts his hand on his hip. "And what if you get her pregnant?" 

The other shook his head and put his hand on his friend's shoulder. 

"Trust me this isn't my first go at this. She won't need to be untied, they don't fight as much when they're tied," he stated as he started undoing his belt. The other rolled his eyes but still watched. The man then took off his pants and went to take off your skirt. You fought back but you weren't strong enough for two men. It was only when they got your panties off you started seriously panicking. Tears streamed down your face when a loud thud was heard at the door. The man in front of you grumbled and told the other guy to answer the door. The man's hands touched your bare skin and you jumped away from his hands. He slapped you hard at your "disobedience" 

The door was kicked to the floor with Baji standing behind it with his foot up, chifuyu behind him, and two other blond men. You yelled in joy but they couldn't hear you over the tape. The man in front of you joined the other to start fighting but Baji and one of the other blond boys fought back. Chifuyu attended to you.

"Y/N! Why are you here, what happened?" He said as he bent down to your level and untied you. After freeing your arms he undid the tape on your lips, red marks on your face from the tape. He took off his jacket and wrapped it around your waist to cover your exposed body. He stroked your face comfortingly. "It's okay, we're here now, shhh," he said as he hugged you in his arms as you sobbed. You looked up at the room through your watery eyes to see the men responsible on the floor covered in blood. Baji looked down at you with a stern frown before instantly softening.

"Oh my god Y/N? What the Hell are you doing here!?" He sounded angry at you and you flinched before he bent down to you as well. 

"When I found her they had taken off her clothes and had her tied to a chair. I can only assume they had planned to do the worst to her," Chifuyu informed Baji as he continued to hold you. Baji scoffed.

"Those motherfuckers are gonna get it!" Baji stood up and stomped on one of their heads. "We're you going to rape this woman!?" He yelled at them. "ANSWER ME!" He yelled even louder.

"Y-yes! I was! Now please leave us alone!" The man on the floor cried and Baji frowned.

"You think you can just run off after pulling some shit like that!?" Baji lifted the man and proceeded to punch him continuously against the wall. "She is an innocent young woman that you stumbled upon and thought you could just use!? Huh!? You fucking punk. You never ever hit a woman! She could be your sister or your ex or your own God damn mother but you never raise a damn hand at her ever again alright!?" Baji said as he beat him to near death. One of the blond guys you didn't know held back his arm.

"Listen I know what he did was unforgivable but…let him go," he spoke softly.

"I should snap his dick. That'd teach him a lesson!" Baji clenched his fists together.

"Then you would be no better than the man himself. He almost violated your friend's body and you almost violated his. If you overstepped his boundaries you would be doing worse than what he did to your friend," he explained. He was right. Baji set the man down and looked back at you, his face covered in blood. 

"Are you okay?" He asked softly. Back to his normal school voice.

"I'll be okay," you blush and cover yourself. 

"Friend of yours?" One of the blond men put his arm around Baji.

"Yeah we know her from school,"  said as he helped you up on your feet. "And she must've disobeyed us and followed us anyways," Chifuyu frowned at you. You looked away and sighed. "Remember what I told you at the picnic tables?" He said softly you worried thinking he was talking about hitting a girl. You flinched. "No, the other thing," he chuckled. You thought for a minute. "Me and Baji are involved in some shit that could end you up really hurt or even dead," Chifuyu hugged you. "Please stay out of this from now on okay? We shouldn't have lied to you for so long,"  shook his head before looking at you again. Your eyes are still leaking. "Here,"  took out a piece of paper. "Draken you gotta pen?" He asked one of the blonde boys.

"Why the Hell would I bring a pen around with me?" He raised one brow. Next thing you know he threw a pen at Chifuyu, right for the head. Chifuyu grabbed it with reflexes faster than lightning.

"So you could've caught all of those…" you thought to yourself. Whenever Baji threw things at him at school he just let it happen but really he's faster than lightning, you could hardly follow the pen that's how fast it moved. "You could've caught that pen that Baji threw at me!" You called him out as he wrote on the piece of paper. 

"Guilty~" he chuckled before handing you the paper. "This is Baji and mine phone numbers. Call us when you're home and safe alright? Call us at any time if you're in some shit alright?" 

You nodded and took the paper. You pulled out your phone and entered in the numbers. "My house is on the way to yours so would you want me to walk you?" He asked. You nodded and said goodbye to Baji and…friends before walking off with Chifuyu. "I'm sorry," he said out of the blue.

"For what?!" You looked surprised.

"For what happened to you…one of us should've walked you home or we should've told you what we were doing!" He sighed and grabbed his hair tightly. The thought of him being able to help you but not doing it was like nails on a chalkboard to him.

"It's okay, I was being dumb!" You tried to explain to him. He pulled you into a hug again. 

"No. It's my fault and that's the end of it okay." He said sternly and he held you.

"Okay…" 

[zablife]

I just got another idea from the previous request 🙈 this is the last one, I swear

Alfie's sister (who has a similar personality as her brother) is forced to work with John but for now, they just have to wait around. Sitting in silence and glaring at the other whenever they breathe too loud or something and there's also mocking, lots of bickering and tension™

Co-Workers (Partners in Crime AU)

John Shelby x Solomons sister reader

Author's Note: This is a continuation from this blurb, Afternoon Tea, which you might want to read first.

Alfie sat behind his desk glaring at you, fingertips pressed together firmly as Tommy paced the floor beside you and John. You hadn’t been in this much trouble since you insulted your tutor from the synagogue. 

“I’m afraid she’s beyond help, Mrs. Solomons,” the bitter old woman had told your mother and Alfie. “There’s something wicked about her,” she warned them as she backed away from you fearfully. You remembered laughing uproariously at her pronouncement until your mother boxed your ears and Alfie sent you to scrub the disgusting floors at the distillery.

When your mother died, your formal education ended and you began working with your brother because no one else would employ you. You'd often heard you were too "high spirited." The arrangement worked well until now with the Shelby meeting woefully mismanaged. However, that had not been your fault, as you tried to explain to Alfie upon your return. 

“Right, what’s this I hear about the two of you fucking up negotiations with childish games?” Alfie barked.

“Might want to ask him that question,” you said, jerking your chin in John’s direction. “I went for a business meeting and he was playing tea party. Teddy bear’s fucking picnic in a scrap metal yard," you added in a mocking tone.

John whipped around, jaw hanging open incredulously as he shot back, “Me? You were the one who refused to talk and agreed we should—” he stopped short, realizing he couldn’t admit what he'd been planning to do with you unless he wanted Alfie to leap across the desk and throttle him.

“Told ya he's a knob,” you whispered loudly to Alfie behind your hand. 

John turned around in his seat, pleading to Tommy. "She's fucking mental!"

"What did you call my sister?" Alfie said, slamming his fists against the desk.

"I called her what she bloody is!" John shouted.

“Oi! That’s enough,” Tommy interjected. Seeing this line of questioning was quickly devolving into chaos, he attempted to redirect everyone by proclaiming, “We’re here to discuss logistics.”

“You sure you want to do this, Tommy?” Alfie asked, scratching his beard. He looked between you and John, before casting his gaze back up at his business partner. 

“I hate to admit it, but they have certain skills we can use. Unless you think your sister isn’t fit for the job?,” Tommy asked, pulling his cigarette case from his jacket pocket and lighting a smoke. He cocked an eyebrow at Alfie in silent challenge.

“Didn’t say that, now did I?” Alfie grumbled, puffing out his chest. He was quite proud of the way you were able to operate in a man's world. However, it was John he didn’t trust. He’d heard bad things about Birmingham men and he wasn’t certain he wanted his younger sister in the company of one of their most notorious. With time running short for the heist they had planned, he didn’t have much of a choice though. Gritting his teeth, he agreed, “She’s ready if that animal brother of yours can keep his cock in his pants and his mind on the job.”

He glanced at you, sitting with your arms crossed over your chest, head turned away from John. He could read your thoughts and knew you were probably itching to use the flick knife concealed in your boot.

“John, think you can conduct yourself accordingly?” Tommy asked, clapping a hand over his brother’s shoulder. It sounded as though he was asking the two of you to play nicely which he was, but it wasn’t a request John had the luxury of denying. 

John cut his eyes at you, and nodded slowly as he chewed down hard on a toothpick before tossing it away. “Fine, just this once…but I’m never working with a bloody Cockney ever again,” he muttered.

—————————————————-

Six months later…

Despite the ill will, you and John had proved to be excellent partners. He knew guns and explosives and you were a master of disguise and theft. Alfie and Tommy rewarded you handsomely for your efforts which made the notion of working with each other again a bit more appealing. You were paired together more often and though you no longer complained to your brothers, there was plenty of bickering on the job. Tonight was no different as you devised a new plan to gain entry to the opulent home of one of Alfie’s rivals.

“Why isn’t the house empty, John? Didn't you create the diversion?” you asked in an exasperated voice. He had one job to do and he was only telling you now that he hadn’t done it. God, he was as inefficient as he was exasperating, you thought.

“Look, we’ll just have to use the servants’ entrance and keep quiet. You know everyone’s comings and goings. You watched the house, right?” John said, attempting to remain calm.

“You didn’t answer my question!” you said, demanding an explanation.

“I couldn’t set the bomb at the front. There were fucking coppers everywhere, Y/n!” John huffed. 

“Since when are you afraid of a little bird lime?” you teased, knowing he’d spent a week in jail the last time he’d used explosives. The occurrence had made him overly cautious now. John cut you a warning look as he exited the car and motioned for you to follow. 

“You know, if we’re gonna be out all night, the least you could have done is bake scones,” John goaded you, reaching inside his jacket pocket for his gun.

“I told you, I’m not a fucking baker!” you hissed back at him.

“See? Blowing your cover already,” he said shaking his head. “And you say I’m the stupid one.”

“Because you are! Stupidest bloke I’ve ever met…never use your loaf,” you complained, shaking your head. Raising your eyebrows accusingly you asked, “Did you remember to load the gun?”

“That was one time, Y/n!” John groaned. “We got so pissed beforehand, I think you were trying to get me killed,” he argued, famous temper flaring suddenly.

You rolled your eyes as you dug into your pocket for bullets. “Don’t throw a wobbly!” you chided as you loaded the chamber of your own gun. “We haven’t got time for that. Yeah, speaking of…let’s see your kettle and hob," you said, reaching toward his waistcoat.

John furrowed his brow as he grumbled, “You ever speak fucking English?” 

“You ever use your hands for anything but wanking? Give me your watch!” you demanded, pulling the chain from his side.

“That’s what that means?” he asked, scratching the back of his head.

“Half past, almost time,” you informed him. You ducked behind the bushes and waited, only to watch the maid stand at the back entrance smoking and leaning against the wall with a bored expression.

“Thought you said she left at half nine!” John confronted you angrily.

“She did every night last week! Erm…we’ll need her help then,” you reasoned, seeing no other way inside unless you had access to that door. “Make it worth her while, give her a cock and hen,” you suggested.

Only half listening to your suggestion, John grinned adjusting his cap, “Yeah, sort of my specialty. Glad you finally admit where my talents lie, sweetheart.”

“What? No, you daft prick! A tenner…go fucking bribe her!” you explained with a disgusted look.

John’s face turned red as he fished for his wallet. “I’m getting you a bloody dictionary for Christmas,” he mumbled as he ambled toward the girl.

“Save it for yourself, you ignorant twat!” you whispered after him, raising your middle finger into the darkness. He returned the gesture behind his back and you sighed, knowing you were in for a long evening. 

Part 3-Shots Fired

[angelsanarchy]

One Long Weekend: - Clyde/YN One-Shot Series CH 17

"What are you thinking about?" "How being a total creeper got me the girl of my dreams."

Tagging: @roryculkinluvr @siriuslymooned @cc-luvr @crypticsewerslut @icarus-star @desert-springtime @shady-the-simp @izuoyarmin @mayathepsychic1999

MONDAY, 10PM

Clyde laid completely naked next to Y/n, wrapped up in her bed sheets as she rested her hand in the center of his chest. The feeling of their naked skin pressed against each other felt shockingly normal. He had never been so comfortable in his life and he's tripped BALLS on shrooms before.

"If you keep thinking that hard, you're going to melt your brain...well more than it already is." She teased tilting her head up from the bend in his shoulder to look at him. He smiled still staring at the ceiling.

"What are you thinking about?" She ran her fingertips over his nipple giving him the chills.

"How being a total creeper got me the girl of my dreams." Clyde said honestly. Y/n let out a chuckle that she couldn't control, only making Clyde laugh with her.

"Seriously? I don't know that I want that to be our how we met story." Y/n teased making Clyde laugh.

"We'll tell people that I spotted you across the bar and you thought I was blind and needed help." Clyde teased.

"How about you started choking and I saved your life." Y/n tried making Clyde shake his head.

"How about you saved my life and then threatened to taser me all in one night." Y/n sat up and leaned over Clyde letting her breasts graze his chest.

"You know what would make this night even more perfect?" Y/n leaned across Clyde opening the nightstand and pulling out a rolled up joint and a lighter.

"You are absolutely my dream girl." Clyde said watching her light it up and pass it to him before snuggling back into his side. Clyde takes two hits letting the weed wash over him, wanting to comment on how good it was but decided not to kill the mood with exchanging weed dealers numbers.

"So what's your brain saying now? Anything about cute dates we can go on?" Clyde's eyebrows went up.

"Cute dates? Now I'm intrigued. What kind of cute dates are we talking? You want to do dinner and a movie? Picnic in a park...one that's not full of sweaty skateboarders preferably. Maybe some mini golf?" Clyde asked looking like a kid on vacation. Y/n took a long hit and kissed his lips sweetly.

"I will kick your ass in mini golf." She whispered against his lips letting him taste the sticky sweet of the weed on her lips.

"I mean you're probably right but I'm gonna talk a lot of shit until you actually get the win." Clyde joked.

"Have you ever heard of a cat cafe? I feel like that's something we should check out." Y/n's jaw dropped.

"You like cats? I would have never have guessed that about you." She looked genuinely surprised.

"What? Hell yeah I like cats. I don't mind dogs either. I love animals. Johnny and I would dog walk at shelters all the time before the band got serious." Clyde explained adjusting his arm so Y/n could rest her chin on his chest.

"That's literally the sweetest thing I've ever heard." Y/n could see Clyde just sitting in a pile of shelter dogs giving them all the pets and snuggles.

"I love all of those cute date ideas. I honestly don't think I've ever been on a date before. I definitely haven't had an actual boyfriend." Clyde paused staring at at her.

"Boyfriend?" He repeated making her blush. She was worried maybe she jumped the gun but Clyde smiled brightly.

"Partner? I don't know what to call us-"

"You're my girlfriend. I like that. That sounds..."

"Perfect." Y/n cut him off.

"Yeah, perfect." Clyde leaned up to kiss her, gripping the back of her head with his hand and letting his tongue roam around inside her mouth to tangle with her tongue. Y/n could taste herself and the weed on his tongue and it was insanely intoxicating.

"I'm not going to have to ask Johnny for his blessing am I? I'd hate to upset my boyfriends boyfriend." Y/n poked as she moved her body to lay on top of his, placing what was left of the joint in an ashtray.

"You know I think he'll be fine with it but I'll have to let him down easy." Clyde playfully frowned. When she smiled at him, Clyde felt his heart beat a little faster. He couldn't believe he was in this incredible girls bed, making a commitment, smoking a really decent joint and having insanely good sex.

"Do you have any idea how much I like you?" Clyde asked pushing a piece of her hair behind her ear.

"You know what? I think I do. You want to know how I know?" Y/n moved up to kiss him once again.

"You eat pussy like you're in love." She whispered biting his bottom lip sending goosebumps over his chest.

"Yeah...I guess I do." Clyde didn't care that the implication was that he was in love with her. He knew he was. He also knew it could freak her out but she hadn't run away from him yet.

"That's good to know because I too suck dick like I'm in love." Y/n kissed a trail of kisses down his chest, pausing to suckle little hickies near his nipple, grazing his sides with her fingernails. Clyde's head lifted off the pillow watching her move down his body.

"Oh fuck." Clyde's breath was shaky as she reached his already hard cock. She kept her eyes locked to his as she peppered kisses on the tip, teasing the slit with her tongue. Clyde's head fell back against the pillow. He knew that if he kept watching, he would cum in 45 seconds flat so he squeezed his eyes shut tightly as she took him into her mouth sucking softly. Her hand reached down to squeeze his balls carefully making his thighs jump.

"Fuck Y/n." Clyde whined. She moved her mouth further down his cock, taking him in as far as she could and Clyde's shoulders came off the pillows.

"D-don't. If you keep..if you do that, I will cum so fast." Clyde pleaded. He could feel her mouth turn up in a grin as she rose back to the tip sucking until there was a pop.

"The faster you cum, the more we can fuck." She reached up and laced her fingers into Clyde's who dared a glance at her. He saw her smile and gave her a nod to continue. She returned her lips around his cock sucking like her life depending on it. Clyde's moans and whimpers grew louder and he squeeze her hands as she bobbed her head up and down his shaft as fast as she could, moaning around him.

"I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" Clyde's voice was almost hoarse as he pleaded and before she could pull off, Clyde was cumming down her throat in ropes. She swallowed at least twice as he practically cried out the remainder of his orgasm and when she pulled off of him, he was trying to catch his breath. She moved back up his body to adjust the sweaty hair from around his face. He swallow trying to coat his throat which had gone dry.

"How..." Clyde tried but his throat was still too dry. He wasn't sure if it was the weed or if Y/n had sucked every bit of fluid from his body out of his cock but he swallowed a few more times.

"Are you okay?" Y/n asked with a nervous smile.

"How do you feel...about camping on the beach?" Clyde finally opened his eyes meeting hers and she shook her head.

"I think I might love that too." She rested her hand on his chest and he brought her hand to his lips to kiss.

Clyde never had a girlfriend until today. Clyde knew he would never want another one either.

~END

[millersdjarin]

in these trying times

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Rating: G (all audiences, but my blog is always 18+)

Word Count: 2.7k

Tags/Warnings: diabetes, hypoglycaemia, almost-fainting, protective!din, secrets, food

Masterlist & Request Info

Based on this request! ❤️

It’s reckless, and you know it. Din would be furious if he knew what you were keeping from him; you’d be furious with him if he kept something so important about his health from you. Something that, as his partner, you should definitely know.

But it’s for the best. It was hard enough for Din to open himself up to the possibility of having a partner, both romantically and in the field, and he doesn’t need a reason to worry about you, not after he’s finally gotten over his anxieties. You’ve had this for years, and it’s under control; it has been for a long time. There’s no need to worry him unnecessarily. It doesn’t get in the way or change how you work, how well you fight. 

Life has been busy. There are always people after Din; people who haven’t got the memo yet that the kid is no longer wanted by the Empire. And, on top of that, you’re working for the New Republic, and there are always jobs that need done. 

Meals get skipped. Snacks are the last thing on Din’s mind. Not on yours; you sneak ration bars to missions and munch them down whenever you get chance. 

Din catches you eating one when you’re rushing down an alleyway back towards the ship, Imperials on your heels. 

He looks at you and almost stops in his tracks, confusion evident in his body language even though you can’t see his face. “Where did you get that?” He asks. “Why are you eating it now?” 

You shove the last mouthful in your mouth and grimace at the feeling of your partially-full stomach jostling around as you run. It’s better than the feeling of a low blood sugar, but still, not exactly pleasant. A needs must, you suppose. “I’m hungry,” you say to him, like that should be enough of an excuse. 

It’s not. “We don’t have time to have a picnic right now,” Din protests gruffly. The two of you reach the end of the alleyway, and as you stop at the opening to the street, Din turns back, shoots the two Imps on your tail in two quick blasts, sending them to the floor. “We can eat later.” 

You’re five klicks from the ship. You won’t make it ’til later. He doesn’t need to know that. 

Shoving the wrapper into your pants pocket, you shoot him a confident grin. “It’s not like these Imps are making it difficult,” you say with a shrug of a shoulder, “they’re making it a picnic for us.” 

More footsteps approach from behind you. Three stormtroopers are rushing forwards, lifting their blasters. 

So, not so much of a picnic. 

But it’s fine. Din drops it; maybe because he’s too busy fighting off the enemies dropping down from the surrounding roofs to question why you felt the need for a little snack mid-fight. 

-

It happens again when you’re trying to lay low in a market town as you hunt for your target. Din is on a nearby roof, watching you through his rifle scope. You’re trying to sift through the crowd unnoticed, a piece of beige fabric covering your head, helping you blend in with the residents, when you notice your hands start to shake. 

It’s been a few hours since you last ate. There wasn’t time on the way here to stop and grab something. 

You don’t have to test your blood to know you’re getting low; you need some sugar right kriffing now or this is going to go South pretty fast. 

There are some credits in your pocket and a fruit stand across the street. Casually, you head over, reaching for the credits and handing them over as you approach the vendor. 

“What are you doing?” Din’s voice in your ear asks, doubly modulated through the comms. 

You don’t answer him; you can’t without blowing your cover. Instead you just select some produce—a handful of berries that you know are good for sudden lows, and a bottle of pure juice—and offer the vendor a friendly smile. You open the bottle straight away, take several gulps before starting on the berries, holding them out in the palm of your hand.

“Is this part of your cover?” Din asks. He knows you can’t answer him. “You’re supposed to be blending in.” 

Stop asking me fucking questions and maybe I will, you think to yourself as you drink up half the bottle of juice in ten seconds. 

“The target’s here for limited time,” Din reminds you, sounding impatient and confused as to your sudden interest in snacking in the midst of a hunt. “We have to move.” 

It’s fine, you want to tell him. I’m still headed in the right direction. 

You get the target just fine despite your close brush with a low. Din doesn’t ask you about it later. 

So, it’s never really got in the way.

Except, now it is.

Dank fucking farrik, now it is. 

Despite the fact that you’ve gotten pretty good at sneaking in extra shots or ration bars in the midst of battles, today, you haven’t had chance to stop for even a second. 

And now your vision is blurring, your head is spinning, and your legs are starting to give out beneath you. 

Right when a bunch of syndicate soldiers are closing in on both of you in the middle of a forest clearing. Right when Din needs you to be on your shit, to be there for him; right when he puts the most trust in you. 

The last thing you remember thinking before falling to your knees is that you’ve let him down. 

He calls your name from across the clearing, concern and confusion evident in his voice. There’s a mercenary headed straight for you; you can only just see through the black, blurry tunnel around your vision, can barely focus on anything other than the racing of your heart and the cold sweat beading on your forehead. Din is fighting off his own group of enemies and you can’t lift your arms, can’t reach for your blaster. You can barely hear anything, but you vaguely register the shot of a blaster headed your way, the bright shine of a Beskar-covered man diving in front of you, a blaster bolt hitting the metal with a loud clang. 

Din’s saying your name once all the bodies have dropped. There’s no more threat from enemies, but he sounds more worried than ever, breathing fast through his modulator as he pulls you into his lap. He’s asking what’s wrong, if you can hear him, if you’re hurt. 

You try to pull yourself up, but the weakness is too much. 

“Sugar,” you say breathily, feeling like your throat is shaking with your hands. “I need—food. It’s—blood sugar.” 

“What?” Din questions, sounding more confused. He presses something on his vambrace, then holds it up to scan your body. Something shines red on your vitals. “I don’t—we don’t have any rations. The ship is a few klicks away, can you walk—?” 

You shake your head. “I—I need it faster, if we walk back…”

Din’s concern is only growing as he nods with understanding. He puts his arm under your leg, the other around your back, and lifts you up. “Can you hold on?” 

“I’m—” Lifting your arms around his neck, you manage to grasp your hands together over his back, just barely hanging on with trembling fingers. “So weak, Din…” 

“It’s alright. I’ve got you. I’m gonna fly us back, just hold on as much as you can.” 

You’re too tired and breathless to respond. All you can do is hold on and close your weak eyes as Din’s jetpack activates and the two of you are lifting off the ground and into the sky. 

He gets you back to the ship in a minute. The weakness is going to your very core, down to your bones, and it’s been a long fucking time since you’ve had a low this bad. But, then again, it’s been a long time since you’ve gone without food for this long, too.

“Fast sugar,” Din says as he hands you a bar of chocolate and pours a packet of juice into a glass. You reach out for them, but your hands are shaking so much that it’s hard to hold the glass without the juice just spilling everywhere. “Here,” Din offers, lifting the glass up to your mouth and helping you take a sip. Once you’ve had a little, he puts it down and gets to work breaking the chocolate into little bite-sized pieces. 

“Under my bunk, I’ve got a blood sugar monitor,” you tell him after your fifth piece. “In my medpack.” The symptoms aren’t fading yet, but it’s not usually long until you start to feel the sugar kick in. 

Din hesitates, probably confused as to why you have that, but then he nods and heads off into your bunk, leaving you with the chocolate and juice. 

You manage to finish the rest of it alone. The shaking is subsiding slowly but surely, the sensation of chocolate in your mouth distracting you for a little while. 

He’s back in a few minutes carrying your medpack. It’s got your meds and your monitor; you fish them both out and prick your finger immediately. Sure enough, it’s dangerously low. There’s a timer on the side of it, so you set it for ten minutes, making sure you don’t forget to test it again. 

Din just stands there, watching. You tip your head back against the sofa but you can feel his eyes on you, even though his visor; can picture it in your mind, him just standing there with his hands hanging at his sides, studying you as if just staring will help him to understand what’s happening. 

He’s entirely silent for ten minutes. He checks your vitals with his vambrace a few more times, but doesn’t say a word. 

The timer goes off. When you test your blood again, it’s back to safe levels, and you breathe a sigh of relief. As always after a low, you feel fucking exhausted and washed-out, and definitely need a proper meal as soon as possible. But you don’t feel like you’re about to pass out any second anymore, so there’s that. 

The next sigh that you let out is one of nerves. You breathe in deep, bracing yourself to look back at Din and face the inevitable questions. 

When your eyes meet his visor, your stomach twists a little in guilt. “I can explain,” you say, not needing to see his face to know that he’s probably raising an expectant eyebrow at you. 

“How do you feel?” He asks instead of What the fuck?

You swallow heavily. “Better,” you say. “I’m sorry.” 

“For what?”

“For…making you finish the mission alone. For being a useless partner.” 

“That’s what you’re sorry about?” 

You stare at him, wide-eyed, swallowing yet again in the hopes it will dampen some of the guilt rising up your throat. (It doesn’t). You put the mission in severe jeopardy; you put the both of you in danger. Din trusted you to be his partner, to get the mission done effectively, to not almost die in the middle of it. And you let him down. “Well…yeah,” you answer, like it should be obvious. “I let you down. I was a bad partner.” 

“Yes, you were.” 

“I’m sorry. I’ll be more careful next time, I’ll be more helpful—”

“You weren’t a bad partner because you almost passed out,” Din interrupts you. He doesn’t sound angry, which you make note of and let calm your nerves. “You were a bad partner because you didn’t tell me about…this,” he gestures to your med kit, your machines and your medicines. 

Oh. Right. 

Of course he’s upset you kept this from him. 

He sighs. Stepping closer, he sits beside you on the couch, leaving just inches between you. “Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice is softer than you’d expected; not a trace of accusation or anger. Just…concern. Disappointment.

You can’t look at him. “I didn’t want you to worry. Or…to think that I couldn’t do my job.” 

“I am always going to worry about you, Riduur,” he says. 

“Exactly. I didn’t want to give you another reason to worry.” 

“Is this why you’ve been stopping mid-mission to eat so often?” 

“Yeah,” you laugh nervously. “I’m surprised you didn’t figure it out sooner.” 

“I just thought…” he fades off, then shrugs. “I don’t know what I thought. Maybe I should have asked.” He sounds thoughtful. You shake your head in response. Then, he turns to look at you, and asks, “How long have you…been sick?” 

“I got diagnosed with diabetes when I was nineteen. I’ve had it a long time now. And I’m usually much better at controlling it than this, but I…we’ve been so busy.” 

Din sighs softly and hangs his head. His hands clench into fists on his lap. “I’m sorry.” 

Your eyes snap up to look at him. “Why are you sorry?” 

“I should have noticed. I shouldn’t have let you neglect your health.” 

“You had no idea,” you assure him, putting a hand on the armour over his thigh. “I’m the one who kept this from you. How were you supposed to know?” 

“With or without diabetes, I should be taking better care of you.” 

“No, that’s not the lesson we’re taking away from this.” 

He looks at you again. The black T of his visor is emotionless, but you can imagine the quirk of his eyebrow. “It’s not?” 

“No,” you almost laugh, because how is he suddenly making this his fault? 

“Then what is?”

“That I should’ve told you. That I put us in danger by not letting you know something that could’ve affected the mission. Something that could’ve…hurt us.” 

He stares at you. Unmoving, unreadable. 

“Did you make me say the lesson out loud on purpose by pretending you feel guilty?” You ask him.

“No,” he replies, deadpan, “I’d never.” 

“You would.” 

“I didn’t,” he says, this time with a slight smile in his voice. He reaches out, takes your hand. “I meant it when I said I should have noticed.” 

“I was actively hiding it,” you say. “I don’t blame you. It’s my fault.” 

“You should have told me,” he agrees, albeit reluctantly. “But now that I know, we can make sure this never happens again.” 

“I’ll just be more careful, and always bring a snack, even if I think we’re not going to be out for long.” 

He squeezes your hand, still looking at you through the visor. “Will you tell me about it?” He asks earnestly. 

“What do you want to know?” 

“What you need, what to look out for,” he answers. “How you manage it. I want to make sure you’re safe. That at least one of us can be taking proper care of you.” 

Your heart swells with a sudden bloom of warmth. This isn’t how you expected this to go down: you thought he’d be angry with you for not telling him, and even more angry for almost ruining the mission. 

But, in hindsight, you should’ve known better. Better than to keep this from him, and better than to expect that kind of reaction. 

This is Din. All he’s ever wanted is for you to be safe. Any secret that you’ve told him has always been met with kindness, understanding. Even when you’ve kept it from him for a while. 

“What?” Din asks into the silence that you hadn’t even realised you’d created. You’re just staring at him, warmth in your chest and adoration in your eyes. 

You shake your head. “Nothing,” you say, finding your voice a little choked with tears in your throat, “just. I love you.” 

He softens. Leans in, presses the beskar over his forehead to yours. “I love you too, Cyar’ika.” 

You close your eyes. “I’m sorry I kept it from you.” 

“I know. It’s alright. But please tell me how we can make sure it doesn’t happen again.” 

“I will,” you promise, pushing your nose into his helmet for a second before pulling away, giving him a sheepish smile. “But first, I need a proper meal.” 

notes: finally getting to one of yall's requests! i've been so busy but thank you for your patience, and thank you to this anon for this request. as a fellow diabetic, i can relate, and i would want din there for a low if i had to have one, lmao.

hope you enjoyed! reblogs & comments so so appreciated if you can ❤️

din taglist: @brokenghostgirl1 @astronymity

[exonerin]

19

Okay, 19 is pretty cool. Let me give you some background first. When I graduated high school, I spent two years training to be an officer on cruise/freight ships.

I quit doing that to study (plasma) physics instead. But it means I have some knowledge on SAR (search and rescue). And since I loved it, I've been keeping up watching videos (and I know that that is a far cry from any qualifications, but I suppose I can't be stopped).

And I wanted to write a fic about the search and rescue thing so badly. Incidentally, this is the only modern Obikin AU I have written so far.

Here's the synopsis:

"Dear Mister Kenobi, you are my last hope. I did not kill my mother. She's out there. You're the only one who can find her."

Obi-Wan was no stranger to the family of victims contacting him, desperate for his help to find their missing loved ones. Something about the case of Shmi Skywalker stands out to him.

Maybe it's the images of the young man crying in a small court room, pleading his innocence, begging law enforcement to continue searching. Those images and clips plastered over the internet and newspapers. They haunt him.

Anakin Skywalker haunts him.

And if only a fool would search every damned lake around Naboo, then Obi-Wan fears he's guilty as charged.

Here's an opening snippet (and please bear in mind that this is not edited and just a wip):

"They moved here from Utah. Think middle of the desert, small town, he abuses her and she escapes with her son," Quinlan said, his voice pitched to engage an audience. He would draw them in with short sentences, creating a sense of urgency.

"Picture this; they need a place to go. And she has relatives in Oregon. Seems good, right? Well, she is convinced her partner knows where she is. They relocate numerous time. Then, they end up in Naboo. A small, peaceful village surrounded by forests, sprawling nature. She's convinced this is the place where he will never find her. A year later, she disappears."

Obi-Wan had read the newspapers and watched the podcasts. He could dream the headlines and bold claims.

Shmi Skywalker still missing, police scale down search efforts.

Nine-thousand culmative search hours yield nothing in search for single mother

Lake County swallows another victim. Will the body ever be found?

Accident or murder? The odd missing case of Shmi Skywalker

Foul play suspected. Son A. Skywalker (19) arrested.

Fruitless search yields no body.

A. Skywalker released due to lack of evidence.

The world had already spun a tale, a dreadfully tragic one in which Anakin had murdered his mother over cash and driven her and her car in one of the lakes around Naboo.

"Now, you must understand, this case is new. Very new. But we were requested to help by family."

Obi-Wan's hands balled into fists, though he kept his expression placid as Quinlan refered to the request. One letter addressed to him that he had inadvertently memorized.

Dear Mister Kenobi, you are my last hope. I did not kill my mother. She's out there. You're the only one who can find her.

Finally, Quinlan wound down his speech.

"That's it," he said, and Ventress nodded before cutting the recording. Finally, Obi-Wan pushed away from their van, joining the duo by the picnic table Quinlan had selected as the throne for his regaling.

==============

I know where I want to take it and what I want to write. Furthermore, it wouldn't be a big fic, so it would be relatively low effort. But I haven't found the time to sit down and write it yet because I'm working on so many other projects. Maybe next year. (This here is the reason I never get anything done!)

[mangoshorthand]

Before A Fall [Five Hargreeves x F Reader]. Ch 12 (Hard Feelings Part 2)

SUMMARY: As your life begins to grow around Five's, his attitude becomes a little sinister. When does protection become suffocation and when does taking matters into your own hands become betrayal? (weekly updates)

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine - Chapter Ten - Chapter Eleven - Chapter Twelve

A press conference and a picnic

Smut below. Proceed at your own risk.

Chapter 12: Partners

“Do I look ok?”

You tilt your head a little and look him up and down

“eh…”

“That good?” he sighs.

He looks in the mirror, finding it strange to be back in the Academy uniform, albeit the tight-fitting adult jumpsuit he had never grown into before getting lost in the future. The unworn material squeaks a little as he moves.

“You look the part…though it’s a little like fetish-wear. The mask doesn’t help.”

“Yeah, well-” he looks you up and down, clearly trying to formulate a return jab about your choice of clothing. Apparently, he can’t think of one so changes tactic:

“That’s a disturbing glimpse into your mind.”

You take a step closer to him, putting your mouth by his ear and running a finger down his arm.

“Oh Five, there’s plenty more disturbing stuff going on in there.”

He gives a single hum of laughter, looking down at his boots. Almost like he's...nervous? You can’t see his eyes behind the mask, but the flush in his cheek gives you the idea he might even be a little flustered. He turns to the armory closet and roots in an interior drawer. He emerges with a second domino mask.

“Will you wear this for me?”

“Why?”

“It shields your identity a little. And shows you’re with us. One of us.”

You look up at him, trying to divine his expression. His brow is clear, countenance open and the set of his mouth leads you to suspect penetrating earnestness behind his own mask.

You go to take it from him but he places it over your eyes himself and then strokes two fingers down your nose.

“Perfect…well, we better get going.”

You let him walk a couple of steps ahead of you. The jumpsuit’s material clings to him. You lower your voice to a lecherous drawl, as if you're a catcalling drunk peeping out from behind a dumpster.

“Your ass looks great in that,” 

“Oh, shut up.”

“So…round. Looks like it’s trying to eat that jumpsuit.”

He speeds up a little. You can see the color in his cheeks even from behind.

“Mm, you just keep on walking, boy."

You, Sloane and the four Umbrellas present lined up in front of the Academy steps. All except you fall into a parade rest as if it's the most natural thing in the world. Together, you face the surprisingly large number of press and bystanders gathered in front of the compound- TV cameras too. If the recent press attention orchestrated by JUICED had done anything, it had got the Umbrella Academy back in the headlines. Ironic really.

It had been decided that Luther should speak first. The ‘Number One’ that most people remembered. He looks down at his cue cards.

“Uh…thank you for coming today. The Academy has recently become aware of some sinister corporate activities and we've called this press conference to let you know about it and bring public attention to this issue. My brother, Number Five, has taken the lead on this, so I’m going to allow him to talk you through it. I will just ask that we save questions until the end.”

Cameras click as Five takes Luther's microphone.

“Thank you, Luther. Number One."

He surveys the crowd with quiet confidence. He has notes but holds them in the hands clasped behind his back, addressing the assembled press from memory. 

"Evidence has come into my possession which strongly suggests that the soda company JUICED co. has been experimenting on children in an illegal pilot-scheme at Holbrook Elementary School. My analysis of a can of JUICED taken from a vending machine at Holbrook revealed the presence of an unknown chemical component not on the ingredients list. More details of my analysis and its limitations are available in the press-packs sent to you. 

Since then, we've obtained leaked documents that indicate that this chemical is a new mutagen: Di-triberyllium colloid, or Ditrico for short. These documents claim that Ditrico, when ingested over a sustained period, can have the effect of making the drinker only feel satiated when they have had the substance which introduced it.

To put it simply, JUICED co. were testing whether they could make Holbrook elementary students always feel thirsty unless they had recently ingested JUICED. The data they collected via their illegal testing suggests that this happens in around thirteen percent of regular drinkers. 

The ethical implications of this are, of course, serious and I call on authorities to take action. A copy of my report and documents, all available to the press, have been sent to appropriate government agencies and law enforcement. I’d be happy to take questions now.”

Five points at one of the clamouring journalists and the questions begin. He confirms that, yes, he was the ‘madman’ at the Holbrook Elementary meeting. He proves that he is the real Number Five via a blink demonstration and his brothers vouching for him, briefly explaining the accident that caused him to go missing in the first place.

"This matter isn't the subject of this conference, so I'll take more questions now about JUICED and Holbrook."

The journalist he indicates stands up.

"Karen Smith, Newsday. You said that up to thirteen percent of regular drinkers will experience extreme thirst unless they ingest JUICED. What happens if they don't? Do they die of thirst?"

"Well, Ms Smith, I don't know for sure but I would guess not. According to JUICED's research, Ditrico seems to mess with the area of the brain that deals with thirst cues, rather than the body's ability to be hydrated. I believe the children will suffer discomfort but no physical damage. More study will be needed on whether this can be reversed. I have my suspicions that over time the brain will right itself without drinking JUICED regularly but that’s no more than speculation."

This seems to satisfy her. With a sweeping look over the crowd, he opens up the floor to more questions.

“Yes?” He indicates a journalist a few rows back, 

"Simon Dalton, New York Post. Mr Hargreeves, is this related to the four Holbrook children with cancer?"

Five hesitates, "I did originally think this was the case, but I now believe it to be unrelated."

“How did you obtain JUICED’s private documents?" comes a shout

“My brother Klaus, (Number Four), and my partner were able to get them via a one-time employee at JUICED.”

Klaus gives a finger-twiddling wave as he’s mentioned and Five gives you a small smile as he gestures to you.

“On a personal level, I'd like to acknowledge their work there and express how much I respect and… love them.”

Throwing any semblance of formality behind, Klaus leans over and ruffles Five’s hair.

After the conference, he’d gone upstairs to change and never returned. The only trace you’d found was a note:

Meet my by the convenience store at 6 x

Daisy always attracts the attention of any middle-aged to elderly man in the vicinity and Five is surrounded by the usual group of these, a protective hand on the Corvette’s waxed hood.

“-I could get her to 100, maybe 105 on a good day. Lost a bit of horsepower over the years. She’s an old lady so I rarely push her hard.”

“Is the paint job original?”

“Nah. She was shot to shit when I got her, but I had my guy restore her properly. The interior’s original but the paint-job’s reconditioned in the Donneybrooke green. The idiot before me had painted her in this cerise monstrosity…but he was just a young guy, didn’t know what he was doing.”

One of the men lets out a little laugh, “you ain’t exactly methuselah yourself, young man.”

Five would usually have bristled at this, but not today.

“Well, I at least try to treat a lady well. Speaking of,” he looks up at you, “hello dear one.”

You give him a wry look. He looks like he’s about to kick back for a round of golf.

“Hi. You boring these guys with car talk?”

“Not at all,” says one of the men. As he looks round, you recognise him as a HR manager from work and exchange a brief, surprised salutation.

“So- this your boyfriend?” he asks.

“Yeah.”

“We’re partners, yeah” Five flashes you a grin, “and if you fellas don’t mind, I’d like to take my top two ladies out- assuming they'd like to?"

As you nod your agreement, the men drift away amiably. Five steps forward to open the car door for you. He's ever the gentleman in an oddly old-fashioned way for someone who, according to his birth date at least, was still in his mid-thirties.

“Where are we going?” you smile

“There’s a state park just an hour outside the city. I packed us dinner. I was thinking we can watch the sun go down.”

“What’s the occasion?”

He shrugs, “Just to celebrate.”

You drive with the top down, Five singing along the whole way. He’s leaning bluesy tonight.

You sit in a viewing area on a tartan blanket, looking out over the river. You're the only people here. As the sun sets, throwing trees into silhouette, Five offers you his blazer. It makes you laugh a little; it’s as if he’s trying to be the perfect prom date.

The picnic he’d packed was sumptuous. He’d chosen a selection of cheeses, cured meats and a bottle of champagne. He’d also been to your favorite patisserie and bought macarons for dessert. While he had a single glass of the wine, you’ve had more than half of the remainder, giving you a pleasant buzz. You enjoy a macaron, savoring the raspberry melt-in-the-mouth texture.

Five reclines a little, crossing his ankles.

"I'm going to fund Sarah's PhD."

"Huh?"

"The student I kidnapped when I did the experiment. Dad's money is just sitting there, accumulating. A portion is mine and it's more than I could ever use. It feels like the least I can do."

"That'd be nice." you smile down at him, covering his hand with your own. 

"I'll maybe pay off her student debt. Anonymously, you know. It doesn't fix it but it makes her life that bit easier."

He watches the river, its flow hard to make out in the lowering light. After a few minutes, he looks up at you.

“You were amazing, you know.”

 You laugh, feeling the champagne turn your laugh blurry.

“Aren’t I always?”

“Of course, but Klaus and Luther told me about Harvey. The way you wrapped him right around your little finger.”

He shakes his head and laughs a little. You only shrug.

“It’s how you get what you want in that world. I don’t do it in my professional life because I don’t think I should have to.”

“Good for you,” he puts his hands behind his head and turns to you. You smile drunkenly back at him. After a moment he says.

"I guess I can't blame you but I can't say I was happy to hear about you flirting so shamelessly with another man."

“It didn’t exactly go to plan. I had to knock him out.”

Five chuckles a little darkly, “I was happier to hear about you knocking him out than flirting with him.”

You laugh along with him. 

“Tell me, did you set out to make me jealous?”

His voice is dark; dangerous. It takes you a moment looking at him to realize he’s playing a game. When he cocks his eyebrows, you feel yourself smile.

“No…but I’m guessing you are?”

“Insanely.”

His teeth bare a little, tendons on his neck standing out with the tension in his jaw.

In your slight drunkenness, your eyes become a little too expressive. They dart to and from the places you find him most attractive. His eyes, lips, neck, forearms. His shirt has come untucked and rides a little high, giving you a glimpse of his lower stomach and its fine hair. 

He notices you noticing and leans back a little further to cause his shirt to ride up more.

“Would it make you feel better to fuck me over the hood of the car?”

He raises his eyebrows, laughs and shakes his head disbelievingly. Before he can say anything, you’re up, over by the car with your dress flipped up and bent over the hood.

“Watch her paint job!” he winces, getting up too.

“Too late now.” Your hands are clasped innocently behind your back, “may as well fuck me.”

He laughs, "I told those guys at the store I was taking two ladies out tonight, but it’s becoming abundantly clear that you are no lady!”

“No, no ladies here.”

“Mm…good.” One hand comes to caress and squeeze your ass cheeks. You hear him unzip and the quiet fapping sound as he strokes himself to a full stand.

“Make it quick in case someone comes.” 

He snorts, “don’t pretend that doesn’t turn you on,” 

He ruts himself against you, using your panties to provide the friction he wants. Little ohs and mms escape his lips as he humps at you, enjoying the situation and anticipation. His cock pokes pleasantly at your panties until, eventually, he pulls them aside. 

He gently slaps himself against your ass, enjoying the soft 'thwack' it makes. Knowing he's about to put it inside you makes your nipples harden inside your bra. He uses his hand to guide himself into you, entering hastily and a little uncomfortably. It seems the wine has made things a little slower to lube up down there. For some reason, this makes it feel better, dirtier. Bent, spread-eagled over the car with Five Hargreeves fucking you rough and dry.

With a hand on each hip, he goes for it immediately, making fierce, feral noises as he impales you repeatedly. Your cunt quickly catches up and soon he’s sliding through you as slick as you could want.

“Oh, you hot little slut.”

You’re bombastic from the wine. If he can play the game, why can't you?

“Harvey wanted me."

He grunts, breaking his rhythm just to give your ass a little slap. 

"But you're mine."  There's no real ire in his voice and only flattering possessiveness.  

"I even made sure he had a good view down my shirt.”

He makes a sound mid-way between a laugh and an animalistic grunt. He smacks your ass again, hard this time, shoving you forward onto the hood. He pulls you back onto his dick and continues his rough attentions.

"You bad little whore.”

“But only you can touch them."

"Mmm."

He leans forward, cock slipping out of you and dragging wetly across your ass. He reaches around your body, grabs a breast in each hand and squeezes them, rubbing them harshly around and around. 

"My tits." he growls, lips against your ear.

"Yes Daddy," you whisper. 

He gives your earlobe a gentle bite.

"Now you just lay there and enjoy this cock." 

"Yes please."

He's too breathless, to eager to get inside you again to say more. Breathing through his teeth, he directs his cock back inside you and slams it to the root, making you both cry out.

You shift slightly, altering the angle of his penetration to rub better against your g-spot. Your moans build, feeling your hips start to ache with the repeated, heavy contact from his pelvis. As your lower stomach and pussy tingle with the approaching orgasm, you put both hands palm down on the shining hood.

Five doesn’t allow this. He tugs your arms by your sides and puts his hands on top of your wrists, pressing them into your hips.

“I…just…waxed…her” he pants

You laugh at this. Maybe it’s the way your body moves, but this pushes you both over. Five comes with his usual possessive, almost angry grunts while you squeal out your pleasure. Afterwards, as you both catch your breath, he leans over and lays his upper body along yours, the warmth and his deep breathing in your ear making up for the loss of his cock inside you.

“Poor Daisy,” you giggle.

“Lucky me though.” You can hear the raised eyebrow in his voice. He kisses your cheek. 

Soon, you’re both decent and back on the picnic rug. The sun is low now; the highest sky ink black, the lowest sweet coral. It’s turning into a fine, clear night.

When it begins to get a little cold, Five heads to the car’s trunk and returns with a second blanket, an old quilt patterned with robots from his childhood bed. He drapes it over the pair of you and pours you both another glass of wine.

"Thank you." he says.

"What for?" 

"For everything you did," he looks down, hair shading his eyes, "and... I guess...thank you for staying."

"What else would I do?"

He looks back up at you, unsure of your meaning. You shake your head at him, feeling a slightly sad smile spread your lips.

"Two things, Five. One, I love you too much, even when you're being an asshole. But also...where would I go?"

"Ah." 

For once, he understands something emotional without it having to be spelled out. He takes a thoughtful sip of wine.

"You feel...dependent."

"Yeah. I guess."

 Your stomach flutters with nerves. It would be so simple for him to take this as an insult. His knees come up to his chest and he holds his arms around them.

"You have...friends. What about Ellie? Didn't you go to her after I nearly shot you?"

Shame flashes fleetingly across his face.

"Yes...I could. But what about after that? I'd be on her couch for weeks before I could get an apartment...a-and, once I did, how long until I felt safe there?"

His face contorts a little behind his knees. One of his hands comes to grip yours. 

"Do you...want to leave?"

"No."

He lets out a held breath.

"So you feel stuck? Because it's my family's house but you're scared to live alone?"

"Not stuck. And I want to live with you, it's not really about being scared to live alone."

"It's about feeling vulnerable?"

You nod and his face falls into the deep lines of logical consideration, loosening his grip on his knees. He's been faced with a problem and he's damn well going to solve it:

"Do you want us to get our own place?"

You consider this, "No...not for now, at least. I really do love it there- I do feel like it's home. And you'd miss everyone."

"Not as much as I'd miss you." you can tell he means this. "So what do you want, dear one?"

When you don't answer, clearly at a loss, he puts his arm around you. After looking up at the darkening sky for a while, he says:

"How does this work: you pay a little rent to Dad's estate? Just a little; enough to give you a lease agreement. It would give you a right to be there legally...a right outside of me."

You look at him. As an extremely proud man, this must cost him a lot to say.

"Are you-?"

"I want it to be your home. Whatever I have to do to make that happen."

"I... I think that would help." 

"Good." He kisses your head. "Maybe we can re-evaluate the arrangement as time goes on...if legal circumstances change."

You're not entirely sure what he means, but you nod nevertheless. He looks up at the night sky again.

“The stars won’t be long now. Look up there long enough and more and more will appear.”

His mind seems to wander. He takes your hand under the blanket and lies down. After several minutes, his voice has taken on a different, more dreamy quality.

“They were pretty much the only beauty left. Dolores and I would stare at them for hours some nights. Everything else in ruins...but there they were.”

You lie down beside him and look up too. Your heads rest against each other.

“It was nice to know that they were always there. Always following their cycles. Like clockwork.”

“Comforting?” you venture

He pauses, “Yeah…but they made me small. More alone too.”

You stroke the back of his hand with your thumb.

He’s right. More and more appear the more you stare. As the sky becomes blacker than blue-black, the stars spread and multiply. Those that fade into view seem brighter the more that fade in behind them.

You tear your eyes away a second and bring your eyes to his. Dome shaped to your side-on view, the stars are reflected there too.

“You’re home now.”

“Yeah.” he whispers.

You look back up at the sky and get lost in the vastness. The infinity of it. For a minute or so, you’re no longer with Five, no longer feel his hand in yours; it’s just you and the universe.

Five’s voice, deep and soft, brings you back into yourself.

“Do you think you’d ever get married?”

You take a second or two to parse this; just back to earth. He turns his head towards you and watches you in silence. Eventually, you reply.

“I haven't ruled it out.”

"Good to know.”

End of Part 2

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