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djarrex · 1 year

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One to Remember | Part One

Captain Rex x f!reader

part two | masterlist | read on ao3

On a day that only comes once a cycle, you spend it this time with someone who’s set on making it one to remember.

shh. I wrote this for no particular reason.

rated M for a mention of food play at the very end. wine drinking. no physical description of reader. about 1.7k words.

An arrangement of your favorite flowers. Assorted candies in a decorative box. Homemade dinner made with care and served up to you as if you were royalty. Your go-to inexpensive wine of choice uncorked then polished off. All of that topped off with dessert – Namana cream pie from Dex’s Diner.

Normally, you'd spend nights like tonight by yourself, watching your favorite holos in bed dressed in your pajamas while snacking on some takeout – but that was before Rex came into your life.

Before he arrived, Rex had commed to inform you that he wanted to cook for you tonight, and that he had some other goodies he'd be bringing along with him to help make this evening special. Happening to be back on-world at just the right time, he sounded so genuine and determined that you couldn't say no – couldn't say that you'd become comfortable with your yearly routine on days like today and would rather stick to it.

He was so ready to make your birthday this year one for the books – and eager to see what he had planned, you had no objections.

Rex went all out for you this evening, even went as far as to dress up beyond his standard civilian getup in a nice blue button down and a pair of black slacks. Per his adorable request, even you were dressed up, wearing an outfit that you'd never wear while simply lounging around at home, let alone sitting at your dining table, where you watched him get everything ready.

While Rex cooked, he made sure you stayed seated with a full glass of wine and that box of candies at your side. You offered to help prep, clean, do anything, but you were denied, practically shooed away from the kitchen area. You knew that Rex had taken up the craft, reading up on recipes and cooking meals at your place whenever he had the chance. When you watch him cook, he seems relaxed – at ease. Chopping ingredients to plating the finished product, Rex genuinely enjoys it all, and is always proud of what he gets to serve up to you. This evening he made one of your favorites, something that he could have also picked up from Dex’s along with the pie, but he opted to make it from scratch instead, arriving at your place with arms full of the necessary ingredients, among the other things.

Bellies full from dinner and elated smiles from the wine, Rex and you now stand on your balcony, admiring how the lanes of speeders twinkle like stars with the rest of the city lights in the skies colored an ombre of purples and indigos. You’ve been out here since the sun set, finishing off the last of the wine while watching the day bleed into dusk, listening to Rex as he regales you with shareable stories from his latest deployment. You always do get a kick out of the shenanigans his brothers get themselves into – and not only them, but also of the Jedi general and Padawan commander Rex directly serves under.

Of course you share with him how work has been and what you’ve been up to with your friends, filling him in on details that you can’t always squeeze into those secretive, hasty comm sessions. There’s plenty to talk about tonight since his latest deployment was a lengthy one, but eventually, as the hues darken in the sky, a natural silence falls between you two.

“Is it time for pie?” Rex asks after taking the final sip from his now empty glass, breaking the bout of silence. Turning to him, you crack a smile, shaking your head and resting a hand on your full stomach.

“Maybe in a little bit,” you answer. “I’m still so stuffed.”

Rex chuckles, stepping closer to you and taking your glass from your hand, setting both down on the little table. He kisses your cheek, taking your hands in his. You can tell he’s thinking about what to say next, that adorable look of thought on his face – tongue running across his lip.

You speak first, gracing him with more thinking time that you know he sometimes needs when stepping into an unexplored situation.

“Thank you for all this – for making this birthday one that I’ll never forget.” Lifting your hand, you place it on his cheek, swiping your thumb along his cheekbone. “You’ve only further proved just how incredible you are, Rex.”

Dropping your hand, Rex takes it within his once again, squeezing it gently.

"This is the first time I’m getting to celebrate a birthday of someone I really care about,” he explains, looking down at your hand where he’s running his thumb across your knuckles before meeting your eyes again. “I wanted to make it special.”

"This has been so special."

"I, uh, got you a little something, too." Rex then drops your hand and instead reaches into the pocket of his slacks, fingers fumbling around until he's pulling out a tiny velvet bag. The color of it is a royal blue and swallowed by the palm of his hand as he then holds out it in presentation. The drawstrings have it pulled shut, the contents within still a mystery.

"Rex… you didn't have to get me anything. After all you did for me tonight–"

He interrupts you with a chuckle, instead grabbing your hand to put the bag into it.

"I know I didn’t have to, but I wanted to." Rex steps backward, folding his hands in front of him. Staring at what was placed in your hand, you sense a hint of nervousness coming from him now, eager and anxious as he awaits you to open the bag.

Not wanting to keep either of you waiting any longer, you carefully pull the cinched opening apart, slipping two fingers inside in search of what's hidden within. As you grasp what feels like a dainty chain, slowly pulling it out from the bag, Rex clears his throat – shuffles back and forth on his feet. Eyes widening, you thumb around the thin, silver chain until you’re pinching at the pendant that adorns it, breathlessly looking up at him.

"It's, uh, nothing big – just something I saw in this little market while I was out doing recon some months ago. It, um, made me think of you."

Heart hammering in your chest, you look back at the pendant just as he rubs at the back of his head, still appearing to be a little nervous. "I'd gone back to trade for it before we left that planet, and wanted to wait until your birthday to give it to you."

Speechless, you admire the necklace.

The chain is simple enough to not overcomplicate the entire piece – doesn't take away focus from the small, ovular stone embedded in a thin yet intricate silver prong that holds it. Running your thumb across the smooth gemstone, you note how it’s a mesmerizing deep, royal blue, more milky and matte than glossy, matching the color of the velvet bag it came in – and of the accent color of Rex’s armor. It feels all too delicate in your hand, and it makes you wonder how Rex was able to keep it safe on its journey to you from where it had originated parsecs away – the tremendous thought and care put into it all.

You’ve been silent since before opening the bag, worry creasing Rex’s expression as if he's afraid you don’t like it. Tears start to brim and you look to him with glossy eyes, closing the necklace into a gentle fist.

"Is it okay? I– I didn't know if you'd like it."

“Rex…” You wipe your eyes. “I don’t know what to say. It’s gorgeous, and so incredibly thoughtful. Thank you.”

He smiles warmly, closing the space between the two of you and offering out his hand.

“May I?”

You sniffle, handing Rex the necklace. He undoes the clasp, and hands coming around your neck, he fastens it in place, the stone centered just below your collarbone.

Your fingers find the pendant, brushing against it. “How does it look?”

“Wow,” he breathes out the word. “It’s beautiful – but you make it all the more so. Just as I’d envisioned when I’d gotten it.”

“Ever the charmer ,” you tease, resting your palm against the silky material of the shirt covering his chest and letting it linger there. Maybe it’s the buzz in your system, or more likely how it’s been far too long since you’d last seen him, but it hits you then that even though the outfit he’s wearing is incredibly sexy on him, you want nothing more than to see him without it – to feel his skin on yours.

Rex seems to sense your desire – notices the way you bite your lip.

"Say, how do you think the necklace would look… if I were wearing nothing else?"

Flirtatiously, Rex raises a brow and flashes you a grin. "Oh? Feeling a little amorous now, are we?"

"Hey, you're the one who wouldn't let me help you with dinner!" you accuse playfully, taking his hand and guiding him back inside. "Not my fault that I spent that time drinking most of the wine you brought. Besides – it’s my turn to choose what we do next."

“Can’t argue with any of that.” Rex gives you a quick kiss then tosses a glance at the untouched, boxed up dessert, jutting his chin in that direction. “Can we have pie after?”

“Yes,” you say with a laugh. “Or…”

Piquing his interest when you pause, you then lean closer to him, lips grazing the shell of his ear. “Or maybe you can eat it off of me.”

Meeting your eyes with his widened ones, Rex raises his brows and whistles low. “Oh yeah? You sure?”

With the nod of your head, he does a goofy jog to the kitchen, scooping up the box along with two spoons before racing past you to your bedroom.

#djarrex writes #captain rex x reader

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hometoursandotherstuff · 2 years

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Deryl & Joanne’s colorful home in Northern Ireland has the cutest ombre bedroom and warm rosy tones. I would never think of putting a red couch in front of a rose pink wall, but it works.

Joanne says that the house was beige when they moved in and it was a lot fun to inject all the colors of the rainbow as well as gain a real passion for thrifting, upcycling, and DIY-ing.

She describes her style as colorful, bold, eclectic, homemade, sustainable, and fun.

Joanne finds inspiration everywhere and anywhere, from Pinterest to Instagram accounts and home magazines and restaurant interiors.

However, most of her rooms are based on single objects she already owns.

She also loves that their home is filled with Deryl’s artwork.

Almost every room in the house has something sustainable in it.

Joanne says she also gets color and decor inspiration from her clothes and this ombre bedroom was influenced by a t-shirt.

Joanne thinks you should decorate whatever way makes you happy and don’t worry about future buyers if you ever put it on the market. I hate that. Some people keep their houses neutral in case they decide to sell it.

Cute yard even has a colorful fence.

https://www.apartmenttherapy.com/colorful-northern-ireland-home-tour-photos-37097899

#colorful house #DIY decor #thrifted decor #long post

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dreamscarx · 2 years

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eringurumi · 1 year

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I've been fighting to find time to crochet in the past 9 months (and incredibly, it's only getting harder!) I've also noticed that since having a baby, my crafting interests have definitely shifted! It's so much harder to find the bandwidth for amigurumi, but can you believe a baby hat can be whipped up in like half an hour!? Here's a little snapshot of my crafting postpartum!

"Milestone blanket" letters/numbers:

I didn't even realize I wanted to do these until Solly was born, and thought if I did some crochet it would add a more personal twist! I am glad I did because the time really does fly by and it's nice to look back month by month and compare how he grows! I used the amazing free patterns from HappyBerry Crochet, following along on her youtube videos is a delight! I then used this really helpful tutorial on stiffening with cornstarch from Heart Hook Home to keep them in shape, which is helpful now that Solly has very grabby hands!

Baby blankets:

I actually made two blankets after baby came! One for little Solly and one for his slightly older cousin! I used this super helpful tutorial by Em's Fiber Arts and of course the letter tutorials from HappyBerry again! I've always wanted to use an Ombre yarn, but of course with amigurumi that doesn't make a lot of sense - a baby blanket was the perfect opportunity!

High contrast mobile:

This was actually mostly done pre-baby! I freehanded the striped sphere around a cat toy, the ring has a little shaker of pellets, the tiny balls have a bell in them, and the checkerboard that I made with this pattern from Dream A Little Bigger has some crinkly plastic in it! I didn't have the idea to put them on a hula hoop over the crib until it was necessary, but they really helped reset the brain an angry little baby for the first few months!

Christmas tree:

Our little New York apartment never had room for a Christmas tree, but I thought it would be fun to have a little decoration! I actually crocheted around a circle of plastic cut from a grocery store cake box and freehanded a cone shape - I used some weird fat yarn for the tree and some weird pompom yarn for the garland - sometimes you just have to dig around in your stash to see what you have!

Hats:

Once again I used RepeatCrafterMe's owl hat pattern as the base. I made a little bear hat with the leftover yarn from Solly's blanket, a little Christmas hat, and of course the Grogu hat/ears for Halloween! I free-handed the ears for the two ear hats and just kinda winged it on making the longer tail of the Santa-style hat!

#crochet #diy #yarn #babyblanket #happyberrycrochet #emsfiberarts #dreamalittlebigger #repeatcrafterme #babyhat #babymobile #milestoneblanket #bearhat #babyyodahat #groguhat #santahat

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dynmghts · 5 days

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The day had dawned bright and early and Eijirou had slipped from the bed to set up the house ready for Katsuki's return home. He's still adjusting to life without hero work, and though healthwise this is the best course of action for him, there are days when he aches to be in the thick of it again, to be shielding his friends and bringing justice. There are some advantages however, like now when Katsuki's been working the nightshift so he could see his birthday in with Izuku before a couple of days off, and so he has the place to himself. Sneakily he has been making preparations for weeks, and now he brings them forth, the black and orange balloons and the dynamight-themed birthday banner and stickers them up, decorating the flat enough without over doing it.

From its safe storage, delivered by Mina after Katsuki had gone to work, Eijirou pulls his cake - baked lovingly with his own too hands, and iced too, albeit a little sloppily. This is placed centre of the table and around it the presents. The envelope with the information of the reservation to the restaurant Katsuki's been talking about since it opened (time off already squared with the agency), the limited edition All Might card that he knows Izuku doesn't have yet (bragging rights will be earned), the hero-themed snack basket that's been a staple since their school days (now containing some far more familiar names including their own) and the favourite of his gifts. This one is a small black box, but unlike years before the ribbon is an ombre of red and orange, which gives a clue to what's inside it. A blend of their colours, a symbol of togetherness, of union. He's had this idea for a while, there is no one else, there never will be.

"C'mon Kiri keep it together..." he nudges himself, fingers descending to his pocket where he can thumb two well worn keyrings, another symbol of their bond from their early days, given to him on a birthday previously. He's distracted from his musings by three flashes of the bracelet at his wrist and he smiles, tapping it back. Three flashes, three squeezes, three words. They've never needed to say it to know, they just did. So fiercely, so powerfully and he smiles at the thought. It means Katsuki's nearly home so he makes an artful mess of his unstyled hair and sets about making a drink, caffeine-less so Katsuki can grab a sleep if he wants.

Later they can venture into the mountains, he's already packed their gear and checked the list three times, to get away to be, and in the evening he's sure they'll friends will descend to socialise Katsuki as they always have done. But right now all he cares about is seeing Katsuki walk through that door and finally asking the question that's been sitting on his tongue for months.

The time's right, there won't be better.

At the sound of the door he turns and looks, familiar grin settling on his face as he sees the other, crimson meeting carmine, and he smiles widely. "Welcome home Kats, happy birthday!"

it's rare, he thinks, to be working a night shift - no less on his birthday. no less with izuku as his hero partner, who seems more than keen to have watched the hour click past midnight, turning to him with a bright smile and wishing him a happy birthday. katsuki is past the point of brushing it off. his eyes still roll at the look on his childhood friend's face, though, and he shoves him away with a huff, though not without a quick thank you... then a; focus on the patrol, you idiot.

katsuki hadn't made plans to make his birthday special, not beyond taking a few days off so he can spend time with eijirou. there was nothing spectacular about this year. yes, he was working the overnight shift on the day, except that was infinitely better than the initial rostering, where he was meant to work through the whole day instead. his demand of a rescheduling was the only reason his agency believed he had something planned. but any of his friends would say; no, bakugou katsuki didn't have any plans of his own. he just wants the next days off.

that isn't accounting for whatever his boyfriend had planned, of course.

when the patrol comes to a close sometime after sunrise, the blond waves his hero duo off while switching to comfortable civilian clothes. a glance in a mirror tells him the overnight work sapped him of energy he didn't want to give up. still, he ushers his way out of the agency and begins the trek home, taking his phone out to send a quick text to eijirou. he asks him if there was anything he wanted at the nearby supermarket he'd pass on the way back.

even if eijirou doesn't specify anything, katsuki still goes in. he still reaches for one of his boyfriend's favourite snacks like second nature. it's accompanied by a bottle of milk and a green apple to snack on, leaving as quickly as he entered, albeit now with a quick "happy birthday" from the cashier - who happens to know his birthday because of some media article. he manages a grunt of acknowledgement.

once their home is within about five minutes of walking distance, the blond reaches to the bracelet on his left wrist and taps it three times. nearly home, back to you. he figures eijirou will at least give him a warm welcome and a happy birthday himself, now that the day is well and truly upon them; there hasn't been a year where the red-haired man has forgotten, after all. it's become expectation. and in truth, this was something the bakugou was looking forward to, especially as he feels the buzzing three-syllable response around his wrist. almost like a see you soon.

katsuki turns the key and pushes the door open, bags quickly finding their way on the floor of the genkan as his combat boots follow suit. his jacket is shrugged off and tossed aside. the moment he meets the other's gaze, he treks forward from the entryway, head immediately finding purchase on eijirou's shoulder. ❛ gimme a few before you get all sappy on me. long mornin'. ❜

[ as if the blond's arms haven't snaked around the red-haired man's waist, properly embracing him despite his exhaustion, taking the moment to recharge without actually resting. ]

when a few more moments pass, katsuki pulls away with a quiet huff, moving past his boyfriend with hand slipping to grab at wrist. he tugs him along while he seizes the drink made for him, taking in the decorations adorning the flat; blacks and oranges and greens, distinct themes of the hero plastered over their space, from the grenades to the orange X's, even the explosions. it's... sappy. cliché, if he was honest, but he's learned that this was eijirou's brand of celebration. fun. even when the blond turns to him with a weary but nonetheless playful grin - ❛ didn't think you overdid it at all? ❜ - he knows this is the perfect amount of celebratory décor.

next step: acknowledging the spread on the table. ❛ when'd you get the cake? ❜ and when he learns that eijirou spent his time making it, he hums, the questioning furrow of his brows easing. ❛ looks great. i'll get a bite of it later. ❜ sometime after whatever sleep he can grab a hold of today. a part of him is suddenly more grateful than ever that he got blackout curtains installed.

calloused hands now work their way through the gifts. he pries open the envelope first with the expectation of it being a birthday card, but instead, he encounters the reservation information on that restaurant he has not shut the fuck up about. he runs his fingers over it. when he finally asks about the date transcribed on the paper, he grins at the mention of the day being scheduled off for him; of course eijirou already covered all his bases. it can't have been too hard to secure a day, either, with how much the blond works overall.

now, if it were anyone besides eijirou or izuku or all might himself, bakugou katsuki may have legitimately murdered any witnesses to the sudden spark in his eyes at the sight of a limited edition all might card among the gifts. limited edition. all might. he holds it like it's a treasure he refuses to let go of ever again, carefully turning it with observant gaze, quickly asking his boyfriend if it's certified real.

it's real. real, and absent from midoriya izuku's personal all might collection.

bakugou katsuki won't be beating that green-haired nerd at a game of who has more all might merch anytime soon, knowing who was the bigger fanboy of the two, but having something izuku doesn't?

katsuki doesn't linger too much more on that beyond a quick press of lips to eijirou's cheek, eyes crinkling with an earnest grin behind competitive edge as he moves on to the final two gifts. the basket is the most recognisable. he quickly makes out all the different bits and bobs from old and new heroes alike, spotting the hero names of their former classmates, all proudly displayed on snacks he likes and ones he hasn't tried yet. [ but if he is the most fond of the red riot ones, a reminder that his boyfriend still left a lasting impression in his short career, would anyone truly be surprised? ] he nudges the basket aside. as for the final gift...

the final gift is- a box?

a box, neatly wrapped in red and orange ombre ribbon.

❛ ei... ❜ the box is small, compact; it fits comfortably in the blond's hands when he picks it up, care taken to observe the material and furrow his brows when he stares at it, trying to piece together the newfound mystery. is it- is it what he thinks it might be? [ what else can fit inside a small black box, with colours mirroring their hero costumes? red riot and dynamight, a pair people still talk about fondly. a pair that remains a household staple. ] ❛ ei, what's this? ❜

his gaze turns its attention to the red-haired man, hesitant, but not apprehensive or wary by any means; it's hopeful. daring, even. his fingers dip into the loop of the ribbon to start unwrapping it, watching carefully for a reaction first.

for a moment, katsuki doesn't want to open it. not because he has a negative answer to the hypothetical that is rapidly becoming a reality, no! [ he has nothing in mind other than a resounding yes. ] but- he's sleep deprived. he's wearing whatever the hell he remembered to scrounge together when he went to work last night, suddenly and painfully aware of its disjointed appearance. he can't imagine that he looks his best right now... but the box is in his hands, and his boyfriend stands there, and he knows. he knows.

his life has been kirishima eijirou's for a long, long time. it will continue to be that way, if this is when he wants to ask for it - because bakugou katsuki already has the answer on the tip of his tongue, mind and soul already his, this only a shining formality. an everlasting promise.

he does take off the ribbon at least, but the blond ushers the box into eijirou's hands now, insists he do it right; that if it's what he thinks it is, he wants to hear it.

eijirou will barely have a chance to ask before the confident "yes" barrels out.

whatever was on the schedule for later, katsuki will go along with it, knowing that his other half would never lead him astray. for now, he takes his drink and a snack from the pile of new ones he's been given, fingers wrapping around a wrist while he tugs eijirou back to their room. he isn't planning to keep him there. one finger idly taps against the pulse in wrist, instead; stay with me. just for now.

come evening, with their friends who come together for the birthday celebrations, bakugou katsuki has a band around his finger. after that night, he keeps it on a chain, kept safe and close to his heart where he he won't lose or damage it.

they've never had to look at each other and confess their love verbally since their initial admission in high school, among the chaos of pursued heroism. they've always known it. when katsuki didn't have the words for it, their bracelets were the perfect way for him to display it instead; quiet and effective. three buzzes, three syllables, three words. eijirou always knew.

but in the not-so-distant future, katsuki thinks it'll be all he can say.

@resolutepath / katsuki's bday asks! <3

#resolutepath #long post /#💥 ⸍ ii. answers.#💥 ⸍ ii. in character.#💥 ⸍ ii. verse: pro hero dynamight.#💥 ⸍ iv. bond: resolutepath.#/ TADAAAAA I DID IT!!!!!!#/ fair warning this is like 1.6k words so like. i committed to the bit #/ but u would not BELIEVE how much i missed them my dude...#/ god i loved writing this. every second writing this was worth it

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xsweetelegantdisasterx · 1 year

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With the help of @stardragongalaxy, we present to you our fanfic centered around the Amamiya Brothers. (Because they are utter Babes and deserve more recognition in the fanfic community)

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

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

❧ Pairings: Masaki/OFC, Hiroto/OFC.

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

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

Belladonna. That name rolled perfectly off the tongue. It was double the points that it had a hidden meaning for her club. Taking the strip, she noticed other’s had her same idea. There had been talks of a new casino, that was going to be straight awful. This was just another tactic for the richer to get richer and the poorer to get tossed out to the side.

Chapter 1:

Reign had the house smelling like coffee. She was out of work for a few days as she wanted to scope different places. The other girls were working late, Siyeon probably playing body guard for Ivy; she was so sick of being home. She stared at the key rack on the wall as she contemplated the hardest decision ever: which bike to take. It was a calm night, with the stars shining brightly, she decided on her Harley. Reign snatched the keys, gathering up her items that she could fit in her jacket and left.

Reign was a smaller woman, but what she lacked in height, she made up for in grit. Reign was decorated in tattoos, and had her hair colored in a purple ombre. She had the privilege of owning and running her own business, so she had the ability to not conform to normal workplace practices.

The lights to the club illuminated the street. She parked a little ways ahead, keeping her motorcycle hidden. It was one of her prized possessions, she’d hate to destroy someone for looking at it wrong. Dragon scales decorated the entire body, with their symbol resting beautifully on the tank. It was truly a sight to behold. She walked into the club as she noticed everyone dancing. Reign ordered a drink at the bar as she started scanning the room, her attention focused on the group of men donning all white upstairs, looking down at the patrons.

Over the loud music, nothing could be heard. It was amazing she suddenly focused on a girl getting heckled by drunk guys. The last thing she needed was to get involved, but there was something about a damsel in distress that upset her. It had more to deal with men seeing women as inferior. That never set well with her or her friends. In fact, that was a reason they did what they did.

She politely walked over to the girl as she tried pulling her away, only to be met with resistance from the guys.

“Why don't you mind your business? If you're feeling jealous, we'll come for you next,” the guy put his hand on hers.

“You need to have respect when you’re talking to a lady. I bet your mom’s real proud of the man you turned out to be.”

Reign pried his hand off turning his wrist up causing him an immense amount of pain. When she dropped his hand, his friends tried to attack her. She grabbed a passing waitress’s tray as she broke it over his head. They were writhing in pain as Reign grabbed the girl, heading straight for the door. All she heard was yelling as the guy with the cane, upstairs, was pointing at her.

They ran out the door heading to her bike; which now had bike partners parked next to her. She grunted as there was no time to say anything for them being too close to it. One instantly was caught by her eyes, and vice versa.

“Wait you can't leave me!” the lady started yelling at Reign.

“I'm not, but if you don't stop flapping your jaws, we’re going to be in a whole ass situation.”

Just as the girl climbed on her bike, the dudes she assaulted in the club and the ones that watched caught up to her. She whispered “fuck" as she turned grabbing the helmet.

“How dare you put hands on me bitch! Do you know who I am?”

“If I were you, I wouldn’t ever cross your lips to call me that ever again. I don't care who you are,” she turned still holding the helmet.

The others just watched. Surely this lady wasn’t going to take on three guys at once. When they all charged her, her grip on the helmet tightened as she swung connecting it to the face of the one she already attacked. She was impeccable about dodging their attacks; it was mesmerizing to everyone. When Reign dodged one, another came at her with a knife. He did get a deep slash in, but due to her adrenaline, she hardly felt it.

When they tried to go after the girl she helped, she knocked their feet out from under them. Suddenly, the longer haired biker got in on the action as he just wanted to fight. They were both fighting off the punks before they scurried off.

“Thanks,” Reign put the helmet on her passenger as he just stared at her. “Can I help you?”

“That’s all I get for kicking their ass for you?” He was truly offended she didn't say anything more.

“Masaki, not every woman is going to throw themselves at you,” his friend spoke up.

“Excuse me? You hopped in at the ass end of the fight. Fend off about ten more attacking me and then maybe you can buy me a drink. I have to get her home safely,” she climbed on her bike about to start it up as she was interrupted once more.

The white outfitted guys walked over to her with a strut so huge she just raised her eyebrows.

“Miss, are you both okay? Women aren’t ever allowed to get hurt in my club.”

She looked back at the girl wondering if she was dreaming this interaction.

“Thank you Rocky, but we’re fine. She saved me,” the lady leaned into Reign.

Finally Reign started her bike as the engine purred at her. She kicked the stand back in as she crawled it to the street, just to take off. She followed the instructions on how to get the girl home, as she pulled up to her drive-way.

“Thank you, I don't have money to pay you. My name is Emiko by the way.”

“Not needed. I'm Reign, have a good night,” Reign made sure she got inside before she took off.

Reign got back to her house since it was early morning hours, just to realize they had nothing for gashes or stab wounds.

Hey sis, so some shit went down and I’m currently gashed. I’m gonna go to the store and gather up first aid things.

Kurenai: Holy shit are you okay?

Yeah, just stings a little. Bastard ruined my favorite outfit.

Kurenai: You know I’m gonna need deets when I get off right?

I'll be ready to tell. See you in a bit.

Reign hopped on her motorcycle again as she took off. She noticed a motorcycle that she felt she had seen before. Many people had motorcycles so she blew it off. When she parked, she decided the best thing to do was zip up her jacket to not alarm anyone. She grabbed gauze, antiseptic spray, tape, a suture kit, and a needle. She walked past a huge bottle of whisky as she picked that up too.

“What do you plan to do with all of that?” a familiar voice broke her concentration.

“I’m going to go play doctor.”

“Do you even know how?”

“Nope I decided I needed to pick up a new skill so why not start somewhere,” she saw chocolate as she grabbed it walking to the register.

Masaki looked down as she was bleeding, “Would you like help.”

“I got Jack here, he's gonna help all my ailments,” she smiled holding the bottle. When it lightly brushed up to her stomach, she winced a little.

Reign paid the cashier as she headed out the door, Masaki on her heels. “If you can direct me, I can try to help.”

“Listen, I am sure you’re a great guy. But I don’t know you, and I’d trust myself with a Vet before a stranger.”

“From where he stabbed you or whatever, it looks like it will be hard to do it on your own. Quit being stubborn woman.”

Reign looked directly down as he had a point, but she could use a mirror to help.

“I swear on everything, if I guide you and you leave me with messed up sutures, I will literally hunt you down and stab you where you stand,” she stood by her bike holding her items.

“Let me help. Your place or mine?”

“My roommates will be tired when they get home. The last thing they need is some weird stranger in their house while they’re winding down. Let’s go to your place, but this isn’t an invitation for you to try and be fresh,” placing the items in the saddlebags, she straddled her bike.

Masaki just smiled at her as she was giving him the indication of being a Man-eater. He lead her to his apartment, as he grabbed her items. Reign slowly climbed off the bike as she started getting dizzy. He helped her upstairs as his brother was just sitting in his chair.

“Do I need to leave?”

“No, I’m just going to help sew her up. She's hurting bad,” Masaki grabbed towels and blankets laying them out for her.

“Oh no, miss are you sure about this?” the brother was concerned for her health.

Reign sat down gently as she took off her jacket, revealing her dress she had underneath. She had definitely bled through it, as it shimmered in the light.

“I don’t mean to sound like I’m getting fresh or anything, but you need to have different clothes on to make this easier,” he left the room momentarily as he brought her a pair of his sweats and shirt.

Reign walked to the bathroom that the brother showed and changed into his clothes. He smelled really good as she pulled the shirt up to her nose. Time was ticking for her to begin losing blood more, so she left the bathroom. She sat down as she started pulling the items out of the bag, and kit. Reign threaded the needle for Masaki with ease, he was beginning to wonder if she already knew how to do it. She had everything ready for him to begin. Reign went into a whole explanation of how to do it, as she grabbed the whisky. With ease she opened the bottle taking a swig, pouring a little over her wound.

“Remember what I said, if you don’t want to see me again.”

Masaki just smiled. Reign pulled up the shirt higher just under her bra line. This obviously wasn't the first time she had been in a knife fight. He noticed she had scars everywhere. He took a deep breath as he started placing the stitches. She gripped his arm, squeezing it when it started stinging; she let go not realizing what she did at first. When she removed her hand, he placed it back on meeting her eyes.

It hurt like hell to feel them while being conscious, but she focused on something to get her mind off the increasing pain. When Masaki pulled the thread one last time, he was confused on what to do with the remaining strand.

“May I?” she grabbed the needle as she twisted the thread tying it into a knot to have him cut.

“So you are a doctor?” he sat back in the chair as he put her stuff up.

“No, I’m not.” She got up grabbing the dress to put it back on, just to be stopped by Masaki.

“I won’t mind if you borrow my clothes. You can find me and bring them back.”

She looked at him, before looking at his brother. Reign nodded as she put her boots back on. “Thanks.”

“Do you really think you should be driving?”

“I’ll be fine father. I’ve driven in worse conditions. Oh and thank you for patching me up. You listened quite well. It shouldn’t scar too bad.”

He smiled at her revealing his dimple that complimented his face. Reign had an influx of messages, letting her knew her roommates were missing her presence.

“At least let me drive you home.”

“I’m not leaving my bike, so that's out of the question.”

“You don't have to leave it, I'll catch a cab or walk home. It's better than you getting hurt or passing out while driving. No one will mess with your bike here. I'll have Hiroto watch it.”

“I’m not going to put that on him,” Reign grabbed her keys as she hobbled outside.

Masaki snatched her keys from her hand as he tossed them to Hiroto to watch over. “We can have someone come collect your bike later. You’re riding with me.”

“Why are you so damn persistent? I want my keys,” she held out her hand towards Hiroto.

“I don't agree with him half the time either, but he has a point. Let him take you home, we’ll pull your bike in so it’s safe.”

She glanced over feeling like her battle was lost, but she agreed to leave her bike. Masaki put her things on the bike as he climbed on smiling at Reign. Throwing one leg over the side, she sat behind him as she clutched her items tightly in her arms. He took off, with her feeling weird being on his bike. He followed her directions home, as Siyeon was already waiting on her.

“What the hell happened Reign?”

“She was injured in a fight,” Masaki helped her off the bike. “You know where to find me when you need to return the clothes and get your bike.”

“And you are?” Siyeon helped Reign stand.

“I’m Masaki, I helped sew her up.”

“He helped sew you up? But don’t you do that for a living?”

Reign stepped on Siyeon’s toes to shut her up instantly. She didn’t want him to know any more about her than he had to. They headed towards the door as Reign stopped, turning to him.

“Thank you Masaki.”

“No problem,” he climbed on his bike as he took off.

Kurenai pulled up as he left. She looked confused until she remembered their earlier conversation.

“He’s really handsome Rei, did you get to try him out? Seeing as you’re wearing what I suspect to be his clothes?”

“No Siyeon, nothing happened. He's not that charming.”

“Bullshit, he screams your type. Anyways, let’s get you inside. Ah Kure want to get the door?”

They helped their friend enter the house as she grunted. Reign just laid down on the couch as she noticed Ivy sleeping on the other end.

“She’s so exhausted. Why hasn’t she gotten a day off?”

“Her workers are all pricks, all because she’s dating me. Guess I have bigger balls than they do, and sense it. Are we really going to gloss over the fact that you got stabbed tonight?”

“Yeah you were supposed to give me details,” Kurenai got her a drink as she waited for Reign to explain.

“A girl named Emiko was being harassed at a club. When I jumped in to help her, I got attacked. They followed us out, which ensued an even bigger fight, leading me to get stabbed. Masaki and his brother Hiroto helped me. Masaki saw me getting medical supplies, right after I texted you, and offered to help sew me up.”

“Reign, you need to pay him back.”

“You are a perv Siyeon,” she threw a pillow at her friend as she groaned in pain.

“Tell me I’m wrong though. Besides, what his brother look like?”

“Like a normal guy Si. Black hair, and average height. Masaki is taller, and has a dimple. His eyes are a lighter brown too.”

“See, you told us more about Masaki than Hiroto, so he did catch your eye.”

“I’m going to bed since I’m being persecuted,” Reign stood up and hit Siyeon with the pillow one last time leaving her friends to laugh.

“How are we going to get Rei's bike back? Want to ride bitch?” Siyeon grabbed her jacket and keys shooting Kurenai a grin.

Kurenai grinned as she stood up, “We need to get the address from Reign. And I’ll be the one to go ask. I’m pretty sure if you tell her she needs to pay him back again you’ll die.”

“Just saying what we’re all thinking, but I’ll be downstairs.”

Kurenai knocked on Reign's door as she opened it to her reading. “Rei, where’s the location of your bike? We’re going to go get it.”

Reign reached in her pocket pulling her glasses down. Finding the address Masaki placed inside, she handed it to Kurenai. “Thanks Kure, I appreciate it.”

Kurenai met Siyeon down at the bikes. They both climbed on as Kurenai placed the address in her GPS. They arrived as they tried to see if it was out. A guy approached them as they turned.

“We’re here for the bike.”

“You don’t look like Reign, so I can’t give it to you. My apologies ladies.”

“This guy,” Siyeon bit her piercing as she was getting annoyed. “We were sent by her.”

“How do I know this?” he wasn’t budging a bit.

“Look at my bike, then look at hers. You'll notice a definite similarity,” Siyeon pointed to their crest.

“Anyone could put that on their bike. She entrusted it with us, so we’re keeping it here until she returns.”

“Fuck it.”

Kurenai thought this guy was stubborn, but appreciated that he kept her bike safe. She called Reign’s phone as she finally answered. Kurenai explained everything as she handed the phone to the keeper; him walking away momentarily. Masaki wanted to see what the hold up was on his brother's return, as he noticed Siyeon.

“What are you doing here?”

“This guy won't give us Reign’s bike back.”

Masaki grinned, once Hiroto made a promise he kept it. Hiroto joined back up as he handed Kurenai the phone and keys.

“Thanks for keeping it safe though.”

“This is Hiroto, my younger brother. Oh, how's Reign?”

“She hurts but she's fine. If you want you can pop by and check on her sometime. If she's not at home, she's at work.”

“Oh? What does she do?” he inquired about the woman that took his attention.

“She’s a veterinarian, why do you think I made my comment earlier.”

Masaki looked over at Hiroto as he smiled dropping his head. “Well we won’t keep you, drive home safe.” The two brothers waved them off as they left.

Siyeon and Kurenai arrived home as they put both bikes up in the garage. The house was quiet as both ladies were asleep. Siyeon covered Ivy up as she sat next to her. They were brought together, by Reign and Kurenai, a few years earlier.

Kurenai dispersed to her room as Hiroto stayed on her mind. The fact that he took the task seriously was amazing to her. They knew nothing about Masaki or Hiroto yet, but she could easily say she liked him already. This would have to be something that she checked into, since her curiosity was piqued.

Reign woke up as she started to hurt. The medicine she took hours before was beginning to wear off. Siyeon noticed her up as she rubbed her eyes.

“What’s wrong Rei?”

“I need medicine, but don’t get up on my accord. I’ll be fine.”

“You know I’m still going to look after you right?”

Reign swallowed pills as she shook her head. “Thanks for getting my bike back home.”

“Of course, we know how much that means to you. If only you could connect to a human like that, you’d have it made.”

Reign made a face at Siyeon. She wasn’t wrong though. Reign never opened herself to another individual; like that. Sure she had her friends and bird, but she could never find someone she connected with.

“I connect to a lot of people.”

“Sure Rei. That’s why you shoved me off on Ivy. Which I’m thankful for. Her high-maintenance ass is all I’ve ever dreamed about.”

“We were fire and ice Siyeon. Not a good combination.”

“I know, at least Kurenai noticed Ivy was a better fit. If by chance Masaki shows up in your life again,” she was interrupted by Reign.

“I’m not jumping his bones Si.”

“Deny it all you want. He's a fit for you.”

She laughed at the persistence of Siyeon. “I’m going to go back to bed.”

Reign climbed back into bed as she thought about what Siyeon said. She never really had a connection with anyone other than her friends, bird, and bikes. In her mind though, how was she supposed to connect to anyone when she wouldn’t be able to be completely truthful. What they did on the side, was not for everyone to know or understand for that matter. It was not a first date topic, and she was stressed about even bringing someone into her lifestyle. Either way, this would be a topic on her mind for another day.

When Reign woke up again, she noticed Ivy cooking breakfast. She sat down at the table as Ivy served her a cup of coffee.

“Good morning, how are you feeling? Sisi told me everything.”

“Eh, I’m alright. Are the others still sleeping?”

“Si is at work; Kurenai is in the living room. Your clinic called; they need you to stop by today. Some people stopped by that has them worried about something.”

Reign took a sip of her coffee as she pondered who could’ve paid a visit to them. She finished her plate as she got ready to go. She went to her clinic as she noticed guys in suits taking up her waiting room, and her workers on the edge. When she approached the receptionist, she noticed a bruise forming on her face, and the appearance that she had been crying. Reign turned around to the group of guys, as they looked up from the magazines they were reading. She went to the back, signaling her workers to come.

“What happened?”

“They want to talk to you.”

Reign grabbed her coat as she walked back out into the waiting room, “Can I help you gentleman?”

“We’re waiting for the gentleman that owns this place, RJ,” the man handed a business card with his name and company on it.

Her vet clinic was right in the middle of where they wanted to start building the casino. The only way they’d get this building was over her dead body. It was a great location that they needed in order to progress the plans.

She smirked, “You’re looking at him. What can I do for you, Nikaido is it?”

“You’re RJ?” He looked confused.

“RJ is a nickname. The name is Reign, now again, what can I do for you?”

“My company wants to talk about buying this dump out from under you,” he seemed insulted he was having to have this conversation with a woman.

“Not interested but thank you. You can all see yourselves out now, this meeting is over. I like my dump as you call it,” she ushered towards the door. “And don’t lay another finger on any of my employees, or I will break them.”

She could tell they weren’t going to go easily with hearing her answer. Reign let her workers leave as she felt things were going to get heated in a second. They all briskly left as it drew onlookers outside the window.

“This isn’t an offer,” he obnoxiously adjusted his tie.

“And there aren’t any negotiations available, so no.”

“C’mon, we would pay you handsomely. I might even take you out for dinner, and give you everything you could ever desire.” He approached her.

She held out a clipboard stopping him in his tracks, scoffing at his words. This fool was arrogant, and dense. “No, but thanks. I hope you gentlemen have a good day.”

The rest of the gentlemen in the room got up out of their chairs. This was beginning to feel like Deja-vu. When they completely stood, they started walking around her clinic pushing things over. They were beginning to make a mess, when suddenly Masaki and Hiroto showed up.

“The Amamiya brothers, what a surprise. It’s best though if you don’t stick your nose in this business,” Nikaido focused on the two men. Just the way he spoke to them, compared to Reign, was a given that he was chauvinistic.

“You okay Reign?” Masaki stood directly in front of her as he blocked Nikaido from her sight.

“I’m fine, but these guys won’t be.”

He smirked at her spunkiness. When Nikaido nodded, the goons started to attack the three. They all exchanged punches as Reign started using the clipboard as her weapon. The brothers took over most of the fighting, which she was okay with since she was still healing. She was happy she got some hits in. More guys shuffled into her clinic as they seemed like they were outnumbered. Looking over, she observed Masaki and Hiroto giving menacing smiles. Just like that, they were able to fend off everyone that entered. Nikaido was unsure how the tides turned or where the Amamiya brothers showed up from. All he knew was that his boss was going to be very unhappy about the entire situation.

The suited guys left as Reign grabbed a broom and pale to start cleaning up. Masaki and Hiroto helped clean as best they could.

“Thank you both. I can take it from here.”

“We’re already here, so we're just going to help. Can I buy you that drink now?” Masaki grinned.

Reign stopped momentarily as she smiled. He used her words against her. She looked over at him as his smile towards her was genuine. It took her a moment, but Siyeon’s words swam around like a tidal wave in her head. In a sense, she was right.

“Fine, but just one. I guess you deserve that much.”

Masaki tapped Hiroto on the chest as he smiled. They continued on helping her get her clinic back in order as she gave her workers the permission to take off the remainder of the day. She didn’t want those goons to come back, and them to be vulnerable. As she looked over she noticed the card as she clutched the broom tighter in her hand. She was going do some investigating of her own.

Reign grabbed her things as Kurenai and Kaiya rushed into the clinic. Reign looked confused to see her there.

“Kure? What's going on?”

“We chased off some sketchy looking men scoping the back. Is everything okay?”

“Some dude and his guys tried to intimidate me for the clinic. He was highly insulting to my feminine intelligence. Anyways, I’m okay thanks to Masaki and Hiroto.”

Reign felt it wasn't the last time she was going to see their faces. Next time, they'd probably bring more guys; stronger at that. She placed the business card in her bag as she was fuming. Kaiya sauntered over to the brothers as she circled them. They stood still, as they didn't want Kaiya to get defensive. She was a larger dog, beautiful, but her size gave the indication she could be scary.

Kaiya looked back at Reign when she sniffed Masaki. She nudged his hand to pet her as he just laughed.

“At least I'm popular with one pretty lady,” he grinned at Reign causing her to look away.

When Kaiya got to Hiroto, she jumped on him. When she got his attention, she licked his face. This was odd since Kaiya wasn't really a people person. She was highly selective on who she liked. Reign noticed her watch as she and Kurenai needed to lock up the clinic.

“Kure, Sakura needs to eat. I'm gonna head home. Gentlemen, you're invited to come, the least I can do is make dinner for you both,” Reign sat on her bike awaiting their answer.

The brothers looked over at each other, right before climbing on their bikes. The four headed home as she was in the lead. Siyeon and Ivy were still gone, and if Reign had any luck, it’d stay that way. She didn't need Siyeon telling her she needed to jump Masaki anymore than she already did. When the door opened, Masaki and Hiroto held the door for Reign and Kurenai.

Reigns rose breasted cockatoo strutted towards them, showing her wings. She picked her up as she smiled, Sakura's eyes closing halfway. Masaki was amazed as he never saw a bird so pretty.

“Who's this fella?” he lightly stroked Sakura.

“This is Sakura. I raised her from a hatchling. She's really sweet,” Reign’s eyes sparkled talking about her.

Sakura nipped at Masaki’s hand as she started climbing on his arm. When she got up to his shoulders, she flapped her wings and started dancing causing Masaki to freeze. Her crest was completely raised as she bounced.

“What, uh what is she doing.”

“She’s adorning you right now. Her whole behavior is showing she is fond of you. Congratulations, my bird doesn't want to peck your eyes out,” Reign smiled as she went to the kitchen pulling out pans and groceries to make them food.

Kure got Hiroto a drink as they sat down at the kitchen bar.

“This is a nice house, very calming. How long have you two been friends?” Hiroto glanced around the room noticing the way everything was in immaculate condition.

“For a while. We have two more roommates, Siyeon and Ivy, who have been around for a while too. They work with me.”

“That’s cool, I did notice your bikes all have the same symbol, what is it?”

“It’s Belladonna, that's our crew name.”

Belladonna; that swam in his head. Beautiful but deadly. This intrigued him more now that she said that. They had secrets it seemed, and he was curious to learn more. Once he and Masaki were alone, this would be a topic of discussion.

Masaki noticed Reign glided across the kitchen in her own zone. He placed Sakura on her post as he was mesmerized by her.

“Wow, she can fight and is domesticated,” he muttered under his breath.

Reign’s hair started falling from her ponytail as he rushed to put it back up for her since both hands were occupied. He thought she’d look phenomenal with a higher ponytail, so he started running his hands through her hair. She lightly gasped forgetting her task; putting her into a slight trance. His grip tightened as he wrapped the tie around her hair. He smiled hearing her gasp, as he placed both hands on her shoulders.

“Oh shit, did you finally do it Reign?” Siyeon’s voice broke Reign’s concentration as her and Ivy placed their bags on the table.

“Looks like she might have, or they’re going to at least,” Ivy giggled as she took a sip of her drink.

“Did she do what?” Hiroto peeked around Kurenai wondering what they meant.

“I can’t be the only one seeing their intense chemistry. Why else would he have gone out of his way to run to her aid more than once?”

Siyeon sat down as Reign glared at her. She continued making dinner trying not to let Siyeon’s words get to her.

“Si, cut it out. Reign is touchy,” Ivy giggled.

Hiroto and Masaki sensed the tension as they tried to deflect her words. Masaki joined her as she looked up at him giving him a half smile.

“Listen, I don't want anything from you other than your time. This is more than enough,” he gazed at her adorningly.

Finally, Reign’s hard work paid off as she placed the food on the table. The aroma filled the house as everyone started getting hungrier. Hiroto helped serve drinks as they all dug in. They found meaningless topics to discuss and debate, all while enjoying themselves. It definitely was a first, for the brothers, that they had someone cook for them personally.

“What do you think of the food boys?”

“It’s delicious, thank you Reign,” Masaki was having a hard time pulling away from his fork.

Reign downed her drink more as she left the table. It was time for her medicine and she was feeling it. She wasn't too talkative, seeming as she had something else on her mind. She just couldn't get Nikaido off of it.

“You’re welcome guys. I'm glad you enjoyed it.”

After dinner, they helped her clean up the kitchen. Masaki shoved her out of the way as he started washing the dishes for her. He started to eventually wear on her.

“So, the elephant is in the room. Do you just not like people?”

“Oh I like people just fine, just not everyday. I’d rather deal with animals. They’re loyal, it’s hard to find loyalty anymore.”

“I take it there’s no boyfriend.”

She got quiet as she focused on the plate she was drying, “There hasn’t been a while now.”

He nodded his head, but he instantly caught on she had secrets too. He looked over at Hiro as he was having a luckier time connecting with Kurenai. He felt if he was smart enough, he wouldn't chase after her; but his heart was telling him to continue on. The day that she would fall for him, would bring a storm like no other that he wanted to weather. He wanted to see this through.

After they finished the dishes, Hiro motioned for them to leave as it was getting late.

“Thank you ladies for feeding us, but we ought to be leaving. You all have a good night and we’ll see you around.” Hiro bowed at Kurenai.

Masaki looked over at Reign as he smiled. She nodded her head at him as he left.

Reign walked on to the balcony as she watched them get onto their bikes to head out. Masaki paused a brief moment before taking off; as if he had something else on his mind that he didn’t get to say.

“Are you going to let him walk out of your life too?”

“Can it Si, I have no room to involve someone into the business we do.”

“He looks far from innocent and naïve, so what’s the holdup?” Si offered her a drink as a peace offering.

“You wouldn't understand, so drop it,” she turned away from Siyeon walking back into the house.

Just as always, Reign pushed people away. Relationships made her uneasy, leaving her vulnerable and her emotions in someone else's control.

“One of these days you're going to wake up really lonely and regretting never letting your walls down enough for someone to get through. You deserve to be happy and find someone crazy enough to love you.”

“It doesn’t hurt having friends Reign,” even Ivy was heard trying to talk sense.

Siyeon was a bee buzzing in her ear at this point. She just wanted silence. Reign went to her room as she sat at her desk. The card from the office was staring at her, as she had an uneasiness about the situation. Reign would have to figure out what to do to prevent this group of men from destroying what she worked for.

#high and low fanfiction #high and low #fanfiction #Amamiya brothers fanfic #Nightshade Fanfic #my fanfic 👾#please don't murder me too badly #don’t look at me 🫣

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emeritus-fuckers · 11 months

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Frick yeah match up event! I'd like to be matched with one of the Papas.

I'm 20, 5'2, and mid size (I have curves because I'm Hispanic but I wouldn't consider myself chubby). I have brown and purple ombre hair and tanned skin.

Personality wise, I'm very careful with how I present myself. With my friends I like to let loose but it takes a long time for me to get comfortable with people. I'd say I'm pretty fun and I love to do dumb stuff and go on little adventures just for the memories. At the same time, I'm very careful and can be the "mom friend" to make sure my loved ones are safe. I'm a huge metal head and concert goer, so my ideal date would be going to a local show, getting decimated in a mosh pit, and then going home and chilling with ice cream and a record :) I'd consider myself a hopeless romantic but I've been single for about 4 years after a toxic relationship so idk anymore 🙃 I'm also a poet/writer so I'm really passionate about stories! I hope this wasn't confusing lol idk how to write about myself. Tysm 🖤

This post is a part of Match-up Event. The Event ends on July 15th.

Your match is... Secondo!

He helps you open up around people.

Because you are so comfortable aorund him it allows you to let loose, whenever he is there.

He'll take you to gigs all around the world, and he'll insist on paying for the whole thing.

He is also a metal head! He will definitly join you in the mosh pit until you are both exhausted.

He'll give you a massage the next day for all your aches and pains.

He can also be more serious, the daddy of the group sometimes. So you two look after your friends together. Just watch out for Papa leading them astray every now and then.

He loves your body. If you'll let him he'll paint you, in the nude. He'll have a focused look until he's finished and then he'll look at you with an adoring smile.

He loves your stories and adores your passion for it. He's very happy to sit with you, and listen to you read them.

He makes little pencil drawings to go with your peoms. Mainly he'll decorate the page around it, it's a beautiful work of art by the both of you.

He has a vast record collection. He'll DJ for you as you eat your ice cream.

You can talk to him as much as you need about your last relationship. He is very careful to make sure things are healthy for you in this one, he wants to help you heal.

He'll buy you flowers at least once a week.

Writen by: Nyx

#match up event #anon #match up #ghost band #ghost bc #ghost band x reader #ghost bc x reader #papa emeritus ii x reader #papa emeritus ii #secondo emeritus #secondo

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godkilller · 9 months

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❝ Happy birthday, Gin. ❞

The words accompanied the placement of three boxes - which had been an unintentional thing initially - upon the low table in his own quarters, knowing how well Gin seemed to prefer his rooms at the Fifth over his own at the Third. It was early enough before dinner (and oh, how Aizen had plans for said dinner) that he felt no shame in providing the gifts now. He had wrapped all three boxes in furoshiki, all three with distinct patterns printed on the soft, light silk that the captain favored when distributing gifts from his own hands. A rare enough thing, those gifts, and presented to specific individuals. But never had he forgotten Gin's birthday since they'd first met; every year on the mental calender he kept, he ticked the days down and waited with firm patience to present the gifts unto his partner.

The smallest box, of a long and rectangular shape, was wrapped in paper patterned with a pale motif of white flowers against a lavender background, the edges of the petals outlined with violet, a simple twine string keeping it neatly shut. The second one was larger, a square wrapped with dark green fabric that could make a lovely scarf if Gin ever desired it, with paler greens and yellows manifesting in the shape of koi. It was, despite its size, nearly as light as the smallest of the boxes. The third box was heavier, however, and wrapped in a cloth that rippled with patterns of silver and blue; both of which seemed somehow to match Gin's own coloration.

❝ I hope you'll enjoy them. ❞

The first box, the rectangular one, was a box with brass hinges on one edge, along with a tiny clasp on the shorter end to help ensure it remained shut. Within laid a kiseru in a bed of dark silk, long and elegant; something that would look at home within that hand bestowed with lengthy fingers. The mouthpiece was the traditional silver as was the bowl, but both had been decorated. There was a depiction of a serpent's tail entwining itself around the mouthpiece, the craftsmanship professing of dozens - perhaps even more - hours of dedicated work with tiny goldsmith's tools used to etch the scales into place; they were even beveled, catching and reflecting the light depending on angle, shadowed where they were not level with the metallic surface. The bowl and its portion of the stem held the rest of the snake, it left to circle up the stem and over it with its head nearly touching upon its own body, the scales here no less detailed but level with the surface so as not to have tobacco ash caught within and thus have to be cleaned out on a regular basis.

It was truly proof of handmade beauty, and the long lacquered section of the pipe was no less impressive for where the bowl and mouthpiece were but parts of the snake, the rest of the body was to be found there, where a brush fine as a few hairs had carefully defined the scales in gold that stood out against the sable field of the pipe itself, cunningly matching where the segments of the snake upon mouthpiece and bowl were set into place. Three pouches of already shredded tobacco were to be found tucked into the box as well, along with cleaning implements for Gin's sake, with four more stems, all painted as well with the same care and diligence set for later use tucked into bands of dark velvet against the lid of the box which was equally meant to be a case for it. The second box, the square one, held another yukata for Gin; where the last one had been an array of purples, this one featured an ombre of white darkening into indigo. Contrary to how the last one had been short enough to be named indecent if Gin were to bend over ( and how Aizen loved to see him bending over in it ), this one was longer, promising to end just above his calves. But it, too, was oversized ever enough to permit the younger captain to maintain his formlessness if he so desired. The white began along the neckline of the yukata and careful application with dyes saw the color starting to change as the fabric flowed downwards and would wrap around his body.

It began as a nearly subtle darkening of shade, white becoming a nearly translucent blue, before it was a powdery shade and advancing through the spectrum to a shade that'd match the bright summer skies. From there, it started to darken to twilight blues, reminiscent of fall evenings when the air was crisp and the leaves fiery shades or orange and gold against reds and brighter yellows, when the leaves would be changing hues. The sleeves, long enough to cover Gin's hands, were rich indigo blue, nearly black around the cuffs, as was the portion running from just above Gin's knees and down to the hemline. There was a cloud pattern picked out upon it, darker threads of silver grays standing out with a shine of their own, with accompanying waves about the lower edge of the yukata's form forming high cresting peaks. And there, in the dark indigo, a sickle moon was set to rest neatly over one thigh where it would stand out the most. It was accompanied by a sash the shade of Gin's own eyes,

When Gin's hands found that third box, though, Aizen's eyes seemed to sharpen all the more behind those glasses as he watched with anticipation, taking in the vision of those hands moving across the lid. This one was much more akin to a small box. Within were copies of some of Aizen's favorite English books, but if Gin were to pick one up and flick through the pages? He would find there were several notes and sheets of paper to be found in the pages, all carefully annotated by his own hand, his writing still distinct as ever; precise and utterly neat. There were guides on how to pronounce the words, phonetically, as well as translations that captured the spirit of what was being said on those exterior notes. Beneath those books? A far more special prize; jars of dried persimmons were to be found, at least four, sealed up and promising a sweet snack for the younger man to indulge in if he ever so wished to do so.

Finally, Aizen smiled and moved, shifting to lean closer to Gin before seeking a kiss and a soft murmur against his mouth. ❝ Happy birthday; I was thinking I'll take you out to dinner wherever you like. And afterwards, I would love to start off with a massage. I would like to spoil you, Gin, as much as I can. ❞

A pause, before Aizen's lips twitched into a faint smirk. ❝ Though, if you can't decide? ... we could always go back to the yakiniku restaurant. ❞

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AIZEN SOUSUKE WAS A THOROUGH MAN, GIn often teased him about never leaving a stone unturned -- and that sentiment carried on here, now, with this array of neatly packaged presents left in waiting. Gin lowered down to kneel and sit, fanning his haori out behind him and matching Aizen's own posture (he needn't be chided for slouching) at the table. Hidden gaze briefly surveyed the three gifts before turning back to stay honed on Aizen, as though curious to see what intent laid behind the gleam of those glasses. Difficult as Aizen was to read, this endeavor felt genuine -- not overly sweet akin to a honeytrap, as though the moment he went to reach for an offered box his wrist could be snagged.

No, this seemed... good. Aizen's presence felt warm, and any lingering undertones of expectation didn't feel so insidious as to taint the gesture being made.

❝ Lookit you, bein' all proper 'n nice. What've I done to deserve this? ❞ A languid reply to Aizen's well-wishes, initially, and Gin couldn't help but tilt his head at the matter -- a subtle tease inbound; here I thought I'd been misbehaving as of late, an unspoken murmur that prodded at Aizen's nape akin to scaled coils draped around that proud neck. They had their skirmishes, particularly given Aizen's more forceful desires and Gin's subsequent stubborn evasions.

Nevertheless, slender hands reached to delicately tug upon the first gift's wrappings, undoing the neatly tied twine with a single gesture. The paper crinkled gently aside, Gin wasn't childishly overeager and tearing across the pristine wrapping, no, he was slow and soft with his motions. The small box was a dead giveaway for what the gift within was before he even opened it with a flip of that clasp. Yes, kiseru-length in nature, he wasn't surprised by the gift -- but the craftsmanship and customization certainly brought Gin to a pausing halt.

❝ H'oh, tired of me stealin' yours, huh? ❞ A playful quip, smile wide, whilst fingers traced the texture of the serpent imprinted onto the pipe's bowl and mouthpiece. ❝ Where'd you have this made? It's awfully pretty. ❞ He knew of no craftsmen that did such work, at least in the Seireitei. There was no use for such a skill to craft a luxurious item in the Rukongai, either. So perhaps Aizen did it himself, which wouldn't surprise Gin if it turned out he had -- the man was a perfectionist and overachiever, of course he'd go and learn a new skill and master said skill on a mere whim.

Gin gently lowered the pipe down back into its nest of silk and clasped the box shut once more, knowing he'd soon revisit it once the other presents were unveiled properly, too. The second box beckoned, and once that, too, was tugged open -- well, Gin couldn't help but coo as he dipped his hands down both to tug the yukata out of its neatly folded state, lifting it about halfway upwards to admire the fabric and design.

❝ Ahhh, this one's so elegant. Gonna haveta bump th' kiseru down a notch on th' prettiness scale. Thank you. ❞ A light commentary whilst Gin immersed himself in inspection and subsequent admiration, enjoying those vibrant and beautiful gradients of color, the mountains, the clouds, that sickle moon -- a gorgeous design. ❝ I'll put it on after dinner, wouldn't wanna risk spillin' somethin' on this one. ❞

That said, Gin gently folded the garment back down, neatly smoothing the fabric to settle into its box once more. Set aside, he moved onward to the third and final gift.

❝ Oh, for a second I thought it was gonna contain a buncha your horny poetry. ❞ Flirting quips aside, Gin lifted up the books and their accompanying notes, translations, and aids in pronouncing the words inscribed in Aizen's neat and orderly handwriting. The task at hand seemed rather obvious, then. ❝ You'll haveta endure me tryin' to read these out loud to ya later, hm? ❞ Flashing a more cheeky grin at that, Gin proceeded to let out a little noise of surprise and excitement, setting aside the books in favor of reaching for those persimmon jars. ❝ Fuck yeah -- ❞

Was he already opening one up to snatch a snack for himself prior to dinner? Why yes, yes he was. A few chews in and the glorious sweetness savored, Gin beamed a brighter, less teasing smile the other man's way. ❝ These're great gifts, cap'n Aizen -- Thank you. ❞ The subsequent kiss that followed was soft, short, and Gin couldn't help but grin against those lips. He freshly tasted of persimmons, something he was sure Aizen wouldn't mind.

They lingered close afterwards as Gin let Aizen murmur his plans, another soft coo of intrigue at the mentions of a massage caused Gin to peek one eye open, peering through silver strands. How luxurious indeed, these birthday gifts.

But the mentions of a particular restaurant brought Gin to shift, as though wanting to squirm out from under the abrupt intensity of that gaze, retreating back a scoot or two. He proceeded to lightly smack Aizen in the face with the dark green fabric meant to work as a fourth gift; a scarf, thrown swiftly. Nothing terribly damaging, he doubted he'd even move those black-framed glasses a centimeter askew. ❝ -- you were doin' so well, too, before ya jus' had to get all smug. ❞

A huff, then a grin stretched back out as Gin moved to straighten up into a stand, swaying, hands delving to hide into the lengthy black sleeves of his uniform -- ❝ As good as yakiniku sounds, I got somethin' else in mind. C'mon, don't let up now, Sousuke... y'still gotta spoil me a lil more to get whatcha want. ❞

#[ roleplay ] predator; murder on his mind & hymns on his tongue #[ verse: captain ] butterfly butterfly; shall i tell you a secret?#gin's 2k23 birthday celebration #[ dynamic: gin and aizen ] know this; either i devour you or you devour me

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