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guess who just cooked up ANOTHER writing while being sick (im in pain save me slasher boys save me) Dca Slasher AU belongs to @wyervan!! Please please check them out!

Writing is under the cut, this one was 7 pages long instead lol

And They Were… Roommates?

The clock struck noon, and sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a soft, golden glow that bathed the room in warmth. Kalamela paused for a moment to admire the peacefulness that always came at this time of day. The last group of people had left earlier, and now, the quiet hum of the afternoon settled in. The familiar sound of the clock’s ticking was the only thing breaking the stillness. Kalamela wiped down the counter with a cloth, her movements rhythmic, and she hummed softly to herself.

She enjoyed the slow days—the ones where she could breathe and unwind before things got busy again. As she looked up from her task, she caught sight of two figures approaching. Her heart lifted slightly, the corner of her mouth curving into a smile, she felt her face go warm for a moment but tried to keep herself calm.

The door swung open with the familiar jingle of bells, and Sun stepped inside first, his presence radiating energy. He flashed a wide grin as he caught sight of her, his usual lively self despite whatever troubles they might be facing. Moon trailed behind him, much less enthusiastic. His eyes were still half-lidded from a lack of sleep, and he shot Sun a look of mild irritation as he shuffled inside, hands shoved deep in his pockets. It was a Tuesday, and that meant Moon’s precious sleep-in day was over, courtesy of Sun’s insistence that they “take care of business.”

“Hi, honey!” Kalamela called out brightly, her voice full of warmth. She waved as she moved toward Moon, her smile spreading. Without hesitation, she enveloped him in a tight hug. The unexpected contact froze Moon for a brief moment, his body stiffening as he stared down at her in mild shock. The sudden affection had clearly caught him off guard. He could feel her warmth, her energy, her usual brightness despite the obvious weariness in her eyes. He awkwardly wrapped his arms around her, returning the hug with a slight delay, as if unsure whether to reciprocate. He held her close for a moment, unsure if he should let go before she pulled away by herself.

When she pulled away, she turned to Sun, her expression softening even more. The smile that had formed when she saw Moon now stretched wider. She greeted him affectionately, moving forward and giving him a quick hug. Sun eagerly embraced her, his usual grin spreading across his face at the familiar, comforting feeling of her hug.

“Great to see you, star!” He smiled, a little more cheerful now, but his tone carried an odd edge. There was a weight to his words that wasn’t lost on Kalamela, though she didn’t immediately pick up on it. She was too caught up in the joy of seeing them both, and maybe that’s exactly what they needed to distract her.

“So, do you have time to talk?” Sun asked, his voice light, though it was clear he was holding something back. His smile was a little too strained, not quite reaching his eyes. His usual cheerfulness felt like it was being forced through a thin veil of something deeper, something more serious.

Kalamela, never one to let a mood shift unnoticed, raised an eyebrow slightly but didn’t let it show on her face. “I suppose I have time,” she replied, offering them a reassuring smile as she moved toward the kitchen counter to grab her jacket. “I took a half day today, so I can pack up and leave now if you want to speak.”

Sun exhaled a soft laugh, though it wasn’t quite genuine. He gave a quick glance to Moon, who was now leaning against the door frame, rubbing his eyes as if to shake off the last remnants of sleep. He frowned slightly as he noticed Sun’s glance, his shoulders tensing up.

“Don’t worry about that,” Sun said, a slight smirk appearing on his face, but it didn’t reach the worry lines on his forehead. “You can come back for your things, can’t you?.." His smile faltered slightly. “We really need to talk.”

Kalamela’s smile wavered just a fraction, her mind shifting slightly at the sudden change in tone. She could feel the tension that was beginning to creep into the air between them, the weight of something unsaid lingering like smoke. Sun’s usual confidence had slipped, replaced by a quiet undercurrent of concern, something that made her pause.

“Oh! Uh, sure,” Kalamela smiled awkwardly as Sun grinned and started walking towards the door, Moon following behind him.

As they moved toward the door, the air in the room shifted again, the hum of the bustling afternoon outside contrasting with the stillness in their midst. Sun and Moon exchanged a brief, unreadable glance.

With the door closing softly behind them, the outside world seemed a bit colder than before. The familiar smell of fries, burgers, and sweet soda filled the air, but the usual comfort it brought didn’t quite reach them today. There was something heavier, something they weren’t saying, hanging between the three of them now.

The world outside continued its usual course, people walking by and cars passing in the distance, but for now, everything seemed to pause.

The sound of shoes scraping against the pavement echoed as the three of them walked down the sidewalk, the silence stretching between them. After a long moment, Sun turned around, halting them in their tracks. Moon scoffed lowly as Sun exchanged a look with him, quickly painting a faux smile on his face. “So, star! How’ve you been?” Sun asked, bending down slightly to match her height. Kalamela’s eyes widened, and she instinctively took a small step back, creating some distance between them.

“I—I’ve been okay?” she murmured, confusion and awkwardness clear on her face as Sun nodded in response. His smile softened, becoming more genuine. “Great! Because Moonie and I have been talking… We came up with a brilliant idea after our little… chat last week.” He hummed, and Moon crossed his arms, standing beside Sun. Kalamela glanced at Moon for a brief moment before he turned his gaze away, looking at the street.

Her throat went dry, her eyes snapping back to Sun as he began to speak again. “We thought maybe you just need a little… convincing! You know, so we can show you that we’re not so bad…” He hummed, reaching over to lightly brush through her hair. Kalamela froze at the contact, looking up quickly at Moon, but he didn’t respond—just exhaled quietly. Sun’s smile, though, wasn’t the answer she expected.

He clasped his hands together, his grin wide and unsettling. “Why don’t you stay with us?” His smile was now genuine, while Moon muttered something under his breath. Kalamela stood still, staring at Sun, trying to process the words like a puzzle she couldn’t solve.

“What?” she asked, her confusion clear as day while she took a step back, her mind going blank as she focused on the sudden question. Sun chuckled softly before continuing.

“Well, Moonie made some very persistent points about how you’ve been… thinking about going to the police for a while now,” he said, waving his hand casually toward Moon, who frowned deeply. Sun turned his attention back to Kalamela, his eyes sharp and intense. “So, we thought maybe we could prove we’re not that bad… How about you stay with us for a while? A few weeks, maybe? A month if we’re lucky?” he suggested, his grin widening.

Kalamela stared at them, her expression devoid of tension or panic. She was simply… puzzled.

Moon exchanged a confused glance with Sun, clearly thrown off by her lack of response. This wasn’t going how they had imagined. They stood silently, giving her space to process, but still, she didn’t say anything.

The two of them waited, watching her intently, the silence stretching between them. It felt like an eternity before Moon finally broke it. “We, uh… thought it’d be less creepy if we asked you to stay with us instead of just… barging into your place and staying there,” he muttered, the words slipping out as he rubbed the back of his neck. His voice was low, but just loud enough for her to hear. Kalamela didn’t respond immediately, still processing everything.

After a long pause, she finally spoke, though her face remained just as puzzled. “Well, I appreciate the… thought? I, um… if you’re really expecting me to say ‘yes,’ then, I suppose I wouldn’t—”

“Great!” Sun exclaimed, quickly placing a finger over her mouth to hush her as he cut her off. Moon’s expression shifted from a frown to one of annoyance, irritation creeping into his features. Sun had been going over the entire plan with him all week, and now that it was finally happening—sort of—he wasn’t about to stop talking anytime soon. Kalamela looked up at him, the excitement on his face doing little to ease the awkwardness she felt. After all, the entire conversation had only taken place a week ago.

He sighed contentedly, but before she could speak, she blurted out, “Do… I need to bring something or—oh, what about my babies?” Her voice trailed off, uncertainty creeping in as she wondered how this would all work. Moon shot her a worried glance, and Sun, now more concerned, paused for a moment.

“We didn’t think that part through,” Moon muttered, shoving his hands deeper into his hoodie pockets, while Sun let out a sheepish laugh.

“Well, I don’t need to bring much. Honeybun and Caramel can sleep with me, and Mango just needs her cage. I can buy their food in smaller bags,” Kalamela suggested, Sun nodding in agreement while Moon mumbled something under his breath.

Sun flashed a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of his neck. “You’re really too good at planning, huh, star?” He chuckled nervously, trying to lighten the mood, but the underlying tension still hung heavily between them. He quickly shifted the topic, eager to move past the awkwardness.

“Alright, well, don’t worry about your babies! I’m sure we can figure it out soon enough!” He replied, his smile just a little crooked as she nodded slightly.

Kalamela met Moon’s gaze, the chill in his eyes making her feel like the world had shifted, like the ground beneath her feet had tilted slightly. "I’m still not sure I get it," she admitted, her voice quiet. Sun tilted his head, Moon looked back at her. “What do you not understand?” Moon asked.

She locked eyes with them, her expression still caught somewhere between confusion and disbelief. She uttered with a mountain of nervousness in her voice, “Oh, well I’m suddenly moving into your place and—”

And there she was. Sitting on the couch next to Moon while Sun ordered pizza. Kalamela stared at the TV, her mind spinning. Why had she agreed to this? She could barely remember the reasoning anymore. Also she fell asleep in the car, which didn’t help.

She shifted slightly, turning her head to Moon. He was lounging back, flipping through channels without a care, as if this was the most ordinary thing in the world. How did this happen? She honestly wasn’t sure. Maybe it was just poor judgment on her part. In fact, it was poor judgement on her part.

Kalamela blinked a couple of times, still watching him as he relaxed next to her. He briefly glanced at her, then went back to the TV, clearly uninterested in the silence. But it didn’t take long before he noticed she was still staring at him. He turned back, catching her gaze with a raised eyebrow, but didn’t say a word.

“What are you staring at?” His voice was low and raspy, the words barely above a whisper, just before she exhaled, realizing she’d been holding her breath.

She shook her head quickly, heat rising to her face as panic set in. “Nothing,” she mumbled, leaning away from him and curling up into a small ball on the couch. Moon watched her from across the room. She seemed utterly drained, like something in her had been worn down since she’d ended up stuck with them. With a soft sigh, he set the remote aside, sitting up and then lying down beside her. The two of them stayed like that, the silence awkward, but only Kalamela seemed bothered by it.

“I’m sorry,” Moon murmured as he wrapped his arms around her.

Kalamela’s gaze remained fixed on the ceiling, the sounds of the TV and Sun's conversation on the phone the only things breaking the quiet.

Moon stayed still, letting the moment pass until she sat up, gently pushing him away. He looked up at her, confused. Without a word, she stood up. "I’m going to sleep," she said softly, making her way upstairs while both Sun and Moon watched her go.

Sun glanced up at the stairwell, then back at Moon. It was subtle, but the shift was undeniable—Moon had gotten too attached, though Sun knew he had too.

“Sun,” Moon sighed, leaning back against the couch and staring blankly at the TV screen. Sun glanced over, arms crossed. “What is it, Moonie?” he asked.

“Do you think she hates me?” Moon muttered, the room falling into silence except for the faint voices from the TV. Sun let out a small, strained sigh. “Moonie… I don’t know. She could hate us, she could love us… hell, she might even want us dead!” he replied, though his words didn’t seem to ease Moon’s worry.

Moon exhaled deeply, Sun walking over and slumping down beside him on the couch.

“We don’t know what she thinks, Moon,” Sun murmured, watching him tense at the words as he tapped his foot nervously, then added, “Look, we’ll just have to wait and see, okay? Anyway… I’ll wake her up when the pizza gets here.”

Moon simply slouched further into the couch, his thoughts a tangled mess.

The soft, muted light of early morning filtered through the curtains as Moon lay on the couch, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. He hadn’t slept well, tossing and turning, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave the warmth of the couch. Sun had long since gotten up and was in the process of getting ready for work, the sound of drawers opening and closing and the soft shuffle of feet filling the otherwise quiet house. Kalamela hadn’t woken up yet, at least not enough to make an appearance. If she had, she was staying upstairs, keeping to herself. Moon couldn’t help but wonder if she was avoiding everyone or just lost in her own thoughts.

Sun let out a small sigh as he shuffled his way over to the couch, looking down at Moon as he stared up at him.

He frowned, his voice laced with a hint of frustration. “Moonie, we’ve got work today, unless you’re still sulking about not being held by her the other night,” Sun huffed, shaking his head. He couldn’t deny that he, too, was crazy for Kalamela, but he had a better way of keeping his feelings under control. Sort of. Sure, he was a bit weird about it at times—he might act like a fool every now and then—but at least he didn’t fall into a full-on slump just because she hadn’t wrapped her arms around him. Moon, on the other hand, seemed to wear his emotions on his sleeve, letting every little thing affect him deeply. At least, ever since they met her anyways. Before that? He was.. Well, he wasn’t that much of a loser as he is now. Sun glanced over at him, noting how down he looked, but he wasn’t sure how to fix it. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Come on. We have responsibilities, remember?”

“It’s 6 in the morning, we don’t go to the Arcade until noon, go away…” Moon shot back, muttering as he whined, avoiding eye contact with his dear friend.

Sun frowned, “At least get Kalamela up, her dog keeps scratching at the door.” He huffed with a long exhale as Moon sat up and lazily forced himself off the safety and paradise of their beloved couch.

Moon trudged up the stairs, his hand rubbing his eyes in an attempt to shake off the exhaustion that still clung to him. He had expected to find Kalamela asleep, wrapped in the quiet stillness of the morning, but when he reached the top, he froze. There she was, standing in the hallway, her figure casting a shadow that made the space feel even more awkward than it already was.

The two of them locked eyes, an incredibly tense silence hanging between them. Neither spoke, just stared—Moon still feeling the weight of sleep pulling at him, his mind foggy. To be fair, Sun had woken him up at 4AM for work, and he was nowhere near ready to face the day. Hell, at this point, he wasn’t even sure if he’d ever wake up properly.

Kalamela shifted slightly, as if unsure whether to break the silence or just let the awkwardness linger. Moon, still bleary-eyed and caught in a strange mix of confusion and fatigue, wasn’t sure how to proceed either. He simply stood there, a few feet away, feeling like everything about this moment was off in a way he couldn’t quite explain.

“I want you bad.”

Moon’s voice was steady, almost too steady, as the words left his lips. His gaze locked onto hers with an intensity that sent a jolt through her chest. Her breath hitched, heat rising to her face as her mind scrambled to process what he had just said.

She stared at him, wide-eyed, for what felt like an eternity. Neither of them moved. The only sound in the room was the faint clinking of a spoon against a bowl from downstairs—Sun, completely oblivious, making himself cereal. Even the sound of his slow, deliberate blinking somehow reached her in the thick, suffocating silence.

“…What?” she finally uttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Moon’s expression didn’t change at first, but then a flicker of realization crossed his face. He wasn’t ashamed exactly—but he had definitely just processed what he’d blurted out. His lips parted slightly as if considering a follow-up, some kind of damage control, but no words came.

Instead, he just stood there, trapped in his own impulsive honesty, while she struggled to decide if she should be flustered, confused, or deeply concerned.

He let out a small sigh, feeling extremely flustered—something that was definitely not in character for him. Moon was usually composed, if not a little broody, but right now? Right now, he was a mess.

Kalamela shifted awkwardly where she stood, arms crossed as if she wasn’t sure whether to be annoyed, amused, or completely dumbfounded by the situation. The weight of silence between them stretched unbearably, and Moon, desperate to break it, finally spoke.

“Sun told me to get you up.” His voice came out rough, and he immediately regretted how dry his throat felt. He cleared it, willing himself to snap out of whatever weird spell he was under. It was bad enough that she had just woken up, barely functioning, and this was the first thing she had to deal with.

Kalamela blinked at him, still groggy, her hair a mess, her face unreadable. “Right,” she muttered, her voice thick with sleep. She didn’t even seem fully present yet, which only made the whole moment feel even more ridiculous.

Moon shifted on his feet, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah,” he added lamely. “So… you’re up now.” He uttered, before quickly rushing back downstairs.

A couple of hours later, as the clock struck 10, Kalamela finally made her way downstairs, her cat, Honeybun, trailing close behind. She moved sluggishly, still not entirely awake, each step feeling heavier than it should. The morning had already felt long, and she hadn't even properly started the day yet.

Without a word, she went straight to the fridge, rummaging through it with little enthusiasm before settling on a simple bowl of cereal. She poured it lazily, the soft clinking of the spoon against the bowl filling the quiet air.

Meanwhile, Moon had finally changed out of his pajamas, now dressed in something a little more presentable, though he still looked like he hadn’t fully recovered from whatever mental spiral he’d been in earlier. Sun, on the other hand, was perched on the couch beside him, flipping through a book, his expression unreadable as he quietly absorbed whatever he was reading.

The room was calm, but there was a strange tension lingering—leftovers from the morning’s awkwardness. Kalamela sat down at the table with her cereal, Honeybun hopping onto the chair beside her. She could feel Moon glance at her from across the room, but neither of them said anything.

Kalamela took another bite of her cereal, still groggy, when she noticed Moon watching her from across the room. His expression was unreadable, but she could tell there was something on his mind.

“What?” she finally asked, raising an eyebrow.

Moon blinked, as if snapping out of a trance, feeling a bluh rise on his face. “Nothing,” he muttered before standing up and stretching. “You still can’t leave the house, though. Also, we’re going to work. Bye.”

Kalamela nearly choked on her cereal. “What—?”

“We’ll be back by 11 tonight, Star!~” Sun chimed in cheerfully, already by the door, his voice way too chipper for a man abandoning her on a weekend.

Before she could protest, the door shut behind them.

She sat there in stunned silence, staring at the spot where they had just been. Then it hit her.

“BUT I DON’T WORK TODAY! SUN, MOON!” she shouted after them, but all she got in return was the echo of her own frustration.

Silence.

She exhaled sharply, gripping her spoon like it had personally wronged her. Honeybun let out a soft meow from the chair beside her, as if mocking her predicament.

And just like that, she was left alone for the entire day. Or, at least until they got back home at 9PM.

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