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gashinabts · 4 years ago

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philophobia|(m)

Words: 7.4k

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff, Mature

Summary: Taehyung, a man, who swears he’ll never fall in love meets Y/N a hopeless romantic.

Warnings: Teasing, spitting, oral (f/receiving), fingering, pussy slapping, pussy sniffing ( lmao idk if thats a thing?), squirting, sexual intercourse, mention of homophobia. Topics of child neglecting, if this makes you uncomfortable pls don’t read :) minor character death

A/N: Taehyung is a bisexual king! Tell me what you peeps think, remember that comments motivate me to continue writing!!! This is my work, no reposting this and my other works on any other platforms.

Kim Taehyung was born December 30, 1995 his father left him when he was 11 years old that is when Taehyung realized that love never lasts. His mother pretended that his father never existed, she quickly hid the family photos away, along with covering his tomato garden with dirt. Taehyung wanted to ask where he went but stopped wondering when he heard a few of his classmates whispering that Taehyung’s dad left them for a young woman in her twenties.

As Taehyung grew into his teenage years he would often get asked out by his classmates, he wouldn’t decline, accepting the dates to see if he can ever fall foolishly in love like his Mom once did. However, nothing ever happened, he would kiss them goodnight but won’t call them the next day. In high school he lost his virginity at a party, he wasn’t nervous, just did things he’s seen in filthy pornorgraphy. The very next day the girl spread the rumor that Taehyung was a sex god, that he probably had sex everyday with a different people. Was that a compliment? He remembered thinking to himself as he sat in the back of the classroom, feeling people secretly stare at him.

That day he met Jimin. Jimin was a popular boy that everyone swoon over. Of course he had a girlfriend, they have been dating since middle school. The guys would gawk at her when she would wear a sports bra to track practice. Taehyung was in art class sketching an apple, Jimin came over and talked to him as if they were friends. It was nice, Taehyung listened to Jimin complain about his art. When class was over, Jimin asked Taehyung to hang out with him after school. When Taehyung sat on Jimin’s bed, he looked over on the desk and saw a picture of Jimin and his girlfriend. Right next to it was a picture of what he assumed was Jimin’s family. A Mom, Dad, an older brother, and Jimin. He turned his gaze back to Jimin...who was undressing in front of him. Jimin’s underwear was the only thing on, Taehyung didn’t expect him to have lean muscles and define abs. An hour later they were both breathless, exhausted from the sex.

“ I’m not gay.” Jimin tells Taehyung as he cleans himself with a rag.

“ Okay.” Taehyung shrugs and pulls his pants up. He’s watched gay porn and straight porn before and got turned on by both of them, so it doesn’t come to much of a surprise that he enjoyed the sex with Jimin.

*******

Taehyung watches from afar when Jimin kisses his girlfriend in the school halls, wondering if that’s love. The next few months, Taehyung and Jimin fool around more. Jimin would call Taehyung over, then they would fuck and they would both be on their way. There were never conversations or pillow talks, until right now.

“ I’m gay.” Jimin confesses to Taehyung.

“Cool.” Taehyung shrugs, looking for his shoes.

“ That’s all your gonna say?” Jimin rolls his eyes grabbing his t-shirt wiping the come on his stomach.

“ I’m bisexual, happy?” Taehyung looks at his phone and notices a missed call from his mother. He tucks his phone away, “ Why are you still with her? Your girlfriend.” He finally asks the question he’s been meaning to ask since the beginning.

“ I love her and I don’t want to hurt her, but I can’t love her like that.” Jimin looks at the picture of them and flips it down, almost ashamed of how much of a coward he is. “ Plus my Dad would kill me if I told him I like men.” He throws his head back looking at the ceiling not wanting to cry his eyes out.

Taehyung thinks love is complicated, he thinks people who are in love are selfish. They rather hurt themselves for the sake of love. It’s stupid he wants to tell Jimin that but he keeps quiet until Jimin looks at him with tears eyes. “ I don’t know what to say…”

“It’s fine...you don’t have to say anything just keep me company, yeah?”

“ Okay,” Taehyung sits back on the bed watching but not really watching tv with Jimin.

---

Taehyung’s mom was proud of him when he got accepted to a good college, she would brag to her friends and show pictures of his acceptance letters. Along with bragging how she raised Taehyung all by herself. Taehyung didn’t mind that he was in the spotlight, whatever made his mom happy he would comply with whatever she does. He was good with numbers so he was going to major in data analysis, he really wanted to major in art but his mom laughed in his face, telling him to be realistic.

Taehyung is now in his third year of college, wanting to just graduate already, done with the shitload of classwork and long ass lectures. Just right now he just finished his homework that took him three hours. He’s about to call it a night until Jungkook barges in his room, yelling at him to get dressed for a party. Taehyung switches his dirty hoodie with a clean hoodie, opting out grey sweatpants with jeans. He keeps his glasses on, due to his eyes being tired and not wanting to irritate them with contacts.

Jungkook hands Taehyung a drink, there’s obscene music, blunts being handed around, and people grinding on each other. “ When’s the last time you got laid?” Jungkook asked, as he took a gulp of his beer.

“ Last week...I think.” Taehyung searches through his mental sex list, but can’t seem to remember the girls face or name. He looks around and watches a couple argue with each other. The man rolls his eyes as the woman tries not to cry, the woman ends up leaving him and going upstairs.

“ Damn, lucky. I tried to hook up with this girl and she ended up leaving me hanging. Claimed that she’s not over her boyfriend, started crying on me when I was going down on her.” Jungkook cringes, sipping more alcohol. “ Be my wingman, yeah?”

“ Sure,” Taehyung nods. Jungkook is talking to this pretty girl, and she laughs at every joke that Jungkook makes. Taehyung wasn’t even sure why he asked him to his wingman when Jungkook can easily get a girl to bed. Jungkook nods absentmindedly when Taehyung excuses himself, he wanders around the frat house looking at people getting wasted. Once he gets tired of it he goes upstairs, hoping to find solace in an empty room. He opens a bedroom door, and notices a girl with a pencil and notebook. “ My bad-,” Taehyung is about to close the door.

You look up from your sketchpad, you see a tall man with messy curls and glasses. “ You can stay,” you observe him, he looks like he was forced to come here. There’s no red solo cup in his hand, he looks like he hasn’t a good night's rest. Also why else would he look mindlessly into rooms, the bathroom doors have a handwritten sign stating ‘BATHROOM’, so he must be bored or something searching into bedrooms. “ Or don’t. I don’t care.” You watch him close the door, entering the room.

“ Is this your room?” Taehyung looks around the room, noticing posters of naked women and marvel posters. Weird combination he notes. Along with the dirty clothes scattered all over the floor.

“ No,” you laugh. Shutting your notebook close, taking notice of his nice hands brushing his hair back. “ My friend’s room. I didn’t really feel like partying just decided to sketch,” you lift your pad up. He nods and sits on the bed.

“ Can I draw?” Taehyung points towards the sketchpad. He hasn’t drawn in months too busy in his schoolwork, his fingers would sometimes draw on foggy windows but nothing more. You nod tearing a piece of paper out and handing him a pencil, he thanks you.

You were sneakily glancing at him, sketching him, his angular jaw, messing hair, uneven eyelid, long eyelashes. Getting lost at his elegant features, wondering if he knows how beautiful he looks. You shake your head for easily fawning over this man. His hands are even beautiful, they travel across the paper gracefully with each stroke. You turn your eyes away when he makes eye contact with you, cheeks getting warm. “ What’s your name?” You ask while shading the contours of his cheeks.

“ Taehyung.” He folded his paper into a small square, putting it into his pocket. “ Yours?”

“ Y/N,” you smile.

---

“ Did you get laid yesterday night?” Jungkook is shirtless with scratch marks behind his back, there’s a couple of hickies on his neck.

Taehyung takes a sip of his tea before answering, “No, just talking to some girl. Her name is Y/N.”

“ Y/N. She’s a nice girl. One time I forgot a scantron for class and she gave me one. She’s also friends with Namjoon.” Jungkook pours himself coffee sitting next to Taehyung. “ Are you interested in her?”

Taehyung would be lying if said he wasn’t interested in you. When he entered the room he thought you were pretty and had a kind smile. “ Maybe...why?”

“ It’s best if you don’t try to get at her. Y/N looks the type to fall in love easily.” Jungkook sighs cracking his back on the back of the chair, groaning at his achy body. Taehyung wonders how can someone fall in love easily, he’s not one to believe in love at first sight or any kind of stuff in that realm. “ Alright, I’m gonna take a quick shower and then we can leave.”

Taehyung and Jungkook are at the library studying or trying to study, Jungkook is texting someone the whole time instead of studying for his macroeconimics test. While Taehyung is playing video games on his phone. “ Hey guys! Didn’t know you actually study Jungkook,” Namjoon jokes, ruffling Jungkook’s hair. Jungkook rolls his eyes pushing his hand off his head mumbling curse words at him. Taehyung looks to the side of Namjoon and notices you laughing as the scene unfolds. You’re carrying ice americanos and Jungkook immediately takes it out of the carrier, thanking you.

You look at Taehyung placing one in front of him, “ I didn’t know what kind of coffee you liked.” Taehyung is wearing similar clothing to what he wore at the party, mostly muted green colors and his circle glasses, his hair is pushed back with a headband. He looks surprised to see you, but nevertheless thanks you for the coffee. The conversations between Jungkook and Namjoon get more serious when they finally decide to study for their materials. You try to study but you want to talk to Taehyung wanting to get to know him more, you nudge your foot against his leg. He looks up, looking at you in question, you nod your head towards the exit entrance, he nods slowly unsure to what you're up to but following your lead. Jungkook and Namjoon are too invested in their studying to see you and Taehyung leave. “ Do you wanna go to my apartment?”

“ Sure,” Taehyung shrugs. The apartment was small and kind of messy, you try to hurry up and toss some of the paintbrushes in the sink. There’s water cups filled with murky colors, and paint marks on the tables, he’s not used to a sight like this. In his apartment it is always clean and tidy, not a dirty plate in sight. “ You live by yourself?” he asked, placing his stuff on the table.

“ Yeah, my roommate moved four months ago with her boyfriend.” You give up cleaning the mess since there’s too much to clean. “ Want some-” You are interrupted when you feel Taehyung’s lips on your, your hands push his chest flustered at the sudden kiss.

“ I-I- sorry...I must have read something wrong,” he looks embarrassed immediately backing up giving you space. “ I thought you invited me to your apartment for sex.” Taehyung notices how your eyes widen, fuck he feels like an ass, scared that he made you uncomfortable. “ I should go…” he goes to pick up his bags ready to bolt out.

“ I just wanted to talk...to get to know you better,” you speak before his hands grab the doorknob. “ We can paint and talk, if that's okay with you?”

“ Are you sure? You don’t want me to leave?”

“ Stay.” You go to the sink to wash your dirty brushes.

Taehyung sits down looking at the wall, notices a canvas of a man, he has plump lips, gentle eyes, overall he is beautiful, something that seemed out of this world. Maybe it was the way it was painted that made it appear like that. “ You painted that?” Taehyung speaks shifting his gaze to you.

You look at where Taehyung was pointing at, it was the painting of your ex boyfriend, “ Yeah, that’s my ex boyfriend, Seokjin. The professor told us to paint the definition of love…,” you stare at Seokjin’s face, remembering the memories you shared. The brushes are all cleaned and you set them down, grabbing some water colors that are in the cabinet.

“ Do you still love him?” Taehyung curiously asked, watching carefully at your reaction.

There’s a slight pain of thinking about him, truly not over his death. “ Yeah I’ll always have love for him…”

Taehyung wants to ask more about him but doesn’t want to intrude, he doesn’t say anything else but paints. This is when Taehyung feels like he’s truly being himself painting, expressing himself without saying anything. Moments like these wish Taehyung would’ve chosen doing what he has a passion for insteading appealing to his mothers standards.

“ Why are you a data analysis major?” The artwork he is doing is remarkable, there’s dark undertones and eerie about it but it is beautiful something that you have to keep staring at.

He chuckles, “ Because I need to eat.” You look down feeling a little insulted he must've noticed since he immediately apologizes.

“ It’s okay. You know if you ever want to relax and paint, you can come here,” you continue painting small flowers. The first time, he smiles and nods his head.

---

5 months later

This is the third flower shop visited and he’s getting more tired with each second. “ This arrangement or this one?” You ask Taehyung, as you hold two bouquets. One was more filled with carnations and the other was filled with lilies. He gives it some thought before pointing at the carnations. “ This would be pretty to paint,” you smell it getting happy inside.

“ Finally, when can we eat...I didn't eat anything this morning,” his stomach growls at the thought of food. He’s still carrying the vases you bought at the thrift shop, you had to plead with you to not buy another antique mirror because he knows he would have to carry it to the apartment.

You gave the cashier the money, as he wraps the flowers in newspaper, turning your head you look at Taehyung, “ Why did you come with me if you were going to complain the whole time?” You laugh at his scrunched nose as you pinch it. The flowers are handed back and you thank the cashier, leaving with Taehyung.

“ Because I wanted to,” Taehyung shrugs. In your apartment he puts the flowers away as you cook him food, he always enjoys your cooking. When he was younger all he ever ate was ramen, never really ate some home cooked meals, his mother was always busy working trying to financially support the family so he never once asked his mom for dinner. Even at his own apartment he doesn’t eat Jungkook’s food since he doesn’t know how to cook either. Sometimes when he’s hungry he’ll just come to your apartment and you’ll be more than happy to cook for him.

When Taehyung enters his apartment Jungkook is watching anime, foot propped on the table and sipping some beer. “ Back from your girlfriends’ so soon?”

“ Not my girlfriend but yeah, I left my schoolwork here so I had to come back,” he sighs. Taehyung doesn’t get mad when Jungkook teases him about you being his girlfriend, but he sometimes gets annoyed. He likes the friendship between the two of you, it’s different from any other friendships he had in the past. “ Tomorrow night the apartment is mine. This guy wants to hangout with me.”

“ Just say he wants to fuck you,” Jungkook yells as Taehyung closes his bedroom door.

---

You meet Taehyung at the park with some bread, he hugs you and asks about your day. “ It was okay. Had lunch with my Dad, but it always ends up in some lecture. I swear, sometimes it feels like I’m fifteen or something,” you tear a piece of bread throwing it into the pond watching some ducks gobble it. You try to look at Taehyung but it hurts when you see some hickies on his neck. On the day you were about to confess your feelings to Taehyung you asked him if he ever loved someone, he laughed and said that he doesn’t believe in no such thing as love. As much as you wanted to disapprove of that idea, you couldn’t be the one to change it.

He grabs some bread, chucking some pieces out, “ What was the argument?”

You laugh thinking about your Dad’s red face, “ I invited him to my apartment, and he found the blunt we smoked together in the ashtray.”

“ Shit, I should’ve thrown it away,” Taehyung laughs too, pushing some of his hair back.

“ Just glad he didn’t find any of my sex toys,” you cringe just thinking about it. You feel something tugging the end of your skirt, looking down you see a toddler smiling cheekily pointing at the bread. You smile, “ Here, have fun,” you hand him the rest of your bread. You watch him wobble as he runs to his mother throwing the whole slice in the water.

“ Sex toys?” Taehyung asked once the child was out of sight. “ Like what?,” Taehyung is interested, he doesn’t know, maybe because he can’t imagine you using them. Or he wants to know how you use it. There were times when Taehyung wanted to have sex with you but he turned those urges off. He doesn’t want to give you mixed signals remembering Jungkook’s words of advice. “ Never-”

“ A dildo, vibrator, hitachi wand, or even my favorite pillow,” you trail off not thinking much until you realize who you are confessing to. “ I-I uh…”

“ How often?,” Taehyung asked quietly, not wanting any other people hearing the conversation. He shouldn’t get turned on but he is.

Something about Taehyung’s deep quiet voice is making you squeeze your thighs, “ Every night…” You're still looking at the pond, watching the ripples that are caused by the ducks swimming away. You can feel Taehyung's stare but you ignore it. The conversation switches to another topic when you talk about your school work. The sun sets and you both part ways.

The sound of tea kettle wakes you up from your concentration of you sketching, sighing you pour yourself the tea. Looking at your art, you turn it over not wanting to see Taehyung’s face right now. But fate has different plans when you hear knocking on the door, Taehyung appears, he lets himself in and is close to your face.

“ Taehyung?” You’re puzzled at his frazzled state, deeply staring into your eyes.

“ Can I kiss you?” The words are quiet but firm. Stupidly you nod, not caring about any consequences. His hands cup your face, immediately going into the kiss. The kisses get deeper, his hands travel to your hips bringing you closer to him quickly, you lose friction from the fluffy socks you're wearing causing you to slip, immediately grabbing Taehyung as you fall backwards. His hands are quick to save himself from not falling onto you. There’s a slight pain on your tailbone but is immediately forgotten when Taehyung goes back to kissing you.

The big t-shirt you are wearing is tossed, his hands immediately fondle your breast, his lips leaving kisses on your neck, groaning as he pushes his bulge against your clothed core. “ Taehyung...let me touch you,” you moan when he bites your neck. He pulls back, pecking your lips before taking off his clothes. Your hands trail against his chest, his stomach, towards his pelvic, trying to remember every part of him. He is surprised to have you touching him like he was some marvel statue, usually his past hookups just rush into the sex. It’s very intimate and he doesn’t know how to feel about it.

Taehyung groans when you touch his dick, he’s hard and wants to be inside of you already. He comes down kissing you, his hands get rid of your panties, fingers spreading your wetness. The moans you let out are turning him on even more, he stretches you out with his fingers. He likes the way your eyes flutter, the shape of your lips tremble, along with your chest inhaling and exhaling deeply. “ You are so pretty,” he doesn’t mean to say it loudly but he does. There’s a blush that blooms on your cheeks, it reminds him of the flowers you would get to study paint.

“ Taehyung,” you moan slightly flustered at his compliment. He reaches for his pants grabbing a condom. “ You don’t want to go to the bedroom?” The floor is still cold against your back, and the last time you cleaned the floor was days ago.

Taehyung shakes head, already putting on the condom not wanting to waste time, “ Too far,” he smiles when you laugh. He enters you feeling you clench tightly around, he moans digging his head into your neck. “ You are so tight,” he groans. “ Feels so fucking good, having you like this,” he confesses.

You moan loudly, his thick cock streching “ Oh fuck, Taehyung, please just fuck me,” your hands go to his waist urging him to move. He listens to your command, thrusting slowly trying to get deep as he can. Maybe if you can close your eyes you can pretend that he’s in love with you. He goes faster and cries at the pace he’s going, the pleasure is overwhelming, something that you can’t get with your own hands. “ I’m close already,” your hand goes to tug at his wavy hair.

“ Me too,” his voice is deeper. His hand travels down to your pussy searching for your clit and rubbing it. “ Come for me,” he says into your ear. You moan his name loudly, cumming around his cock, scratching his back. The sight of you creaming around him makes him immediately come, he searches for your lips, moaning your name in the kiss. The two of you lay in the afterglow of the sex, panting loudly his body is barely being hold up, and you laying on the hard floor.

Taehyung gets up throwing his condom away, he looks at you still laying on the floor with your eyes close, the realization of him having sex with you just popped up. He hurriedly gets dressed, then helps you get dressed, he gets shocked when you kiss him as a thank you. The next morning Taehyung wakes up early, making sure to leave quietly, not wanting to disrupt your sleep.

---

You weren’t going to lie, it kind of hurt not waking up beside Taehyung but you shouldn’t have gotten your hopes up. Namjoon invites you to a kick back, only inviting a few people to his house to chill and drink. You take solace on the couch, watching people get high and drunk, you weren’t in the mood to do either so you make conversation with a slightly high Hoseok. He’s in mid-discussion about Shrek being a cinematic masterpiece, when Jungkook yells from the door entrance that he has Taco Bell. Taehyung is beside him wearing all black beanie, crewneck, and sweatpants, but still looks better than half of the people here.

You turn your gaze back to Hoseok who’s left walking towards Jungkook immediately grabbing a taco. Sighing you decide to get fresh air, staring at the tall dark buildings. “ Whatcha you doing here by yourself? It’s fucking freezing,” Taehyung speaks out closing the slider door standing by you. He takes off his vape pen inhaling it.

“ Wanted fresh air,” you shrug, still staring at the buildings. “ Hoseok left me for tacos. He was onto something, saying that Shrek is a masterpiece. Who knows maybe he’ll write his thesis about it.” Taehyung chuckles, he keeps looking at you and you finally stare at him. “ Why’d you kiss me yesterday?”

He blows out the smoke, and puts his pen away, “ Cuz I wanted to,” he shrugs not thinking much about it.

“ Nothing else?” You arch your eyebrow.

He continues to stare into your eyes “ Nope,” he shakes his head.

Some part of you wanted him to say that he had feelings for you but in the back of your mind you knew that wasn’t going to happen. You smile pushing his chest, “ Well that’s the last time we are ever going to do anything like that.” The both of you know that is a lie.

---

For the next couple of months you and Taehyung continue sleeping with each other.

When you are studying with Namjoon in the library, Jungkook and Taehyung spontaneously show up, causing Namjoon to groan. “ You know you love me,” Jungkook jokingly says sitting next to him.

Taehyung sits down next to you, looking at your classwork, “ How long have you been studying,” he whispers.

You turn to look at the time of your phone, “ Like four hours,” you sigh. He hands you a jolly rancher, you immediately put in your mouth. “ Why are you here? You texted me that you were going to take a fat ass nap?”

“ I wanted to see you, kind of missed you,” he lays his head against the table. His eyes close when you brush his soft hair.

“ I’ll be done in forty minutes.” He lets off a quiet okay continuing to look at you doing your work.

Taehyung wakes up to you caressing his cheek, his neck is in pain from the awkward position he slept in. “ Where did Jungkook and Namjoon go?,” he looks at the empty seats. He tries to crack his neck and watches you pack your stuff.

“ They left about twenty minutes ago,” you get up stretching your legs. “ Let’s head home. We still have left over pizza,” you groan at the pain on your lower back.

For some odd reason Taehyung liked hearing you say home, there’s some comfort it gives him but he never says it out loud. Taehyung grabs your backpack, holding it for you as you walk towards your car. You look in the fridge for the pizza, but Taehyung has other plans when he closes the fridge door, pinning you against it kissing you feverishly, his tongue already begging for entrance. Laughing you push him away, “ What’s gotten into you?”

“ I told you...I miss you,” his hands are on your waist. He kisses you again, picking you up easily and placing you on the kitchen table. He takes off your pants and panties, and you reach for his pants but he stops you forcing you to lie completely on the table. “ Look at you, laying so pretty on the table,” he bends down kissing you on your lips before he goes down on you.

He licks your cunt, gently prodding his tongue up and down. Your hips move frantically wanting to feel more of him. His rough hands pin your hips, and he continues with his teasing, lightly kissing your clit before touring you with his slow pace. “ Look at your pussy, it looks like the roses you painted yesterday…,” his finger goes up and down your folds.

The words make your cheeks grow hot, “ No it doesn’t,” you get shy shaking your head. The embarrassment fills your body, for maybe shamelessly liking his compliment. You are probably never going to look at roses the same way ever again.

“ Yeah, it does Y/N, but your pussy is more pretty,” he continues to tease you. Wanting to see you get more flustered, he likes it when you do it gets him more turned on. “ I wonder if it smells like roses too,” he’s about to smell your pussy but you hold his head. He watches you cutely shake your head.

Taehyung is filthy but it makes you get even more aroused. “ It won’t,” you whisper, wanting to cry but he shakes his kissing the inside of your thigh to try to comfort you.

He smells your pussy and he groans, your heart thumps faster and nervous for what's about to say, “ It smells better,” he kisses your clit. His tongue keeps tracing your folds gently wanting to make you beg for more. The movement of his tongue makes you want to pull your own hair out. The pleasure is barely there but it grows within each second of his tongue flicking up and down.

“ Taehyung,” you let out desperate whine, “ please, I need more.” One of his hands slap your cunt, and your back arches surprise but even more turned on. You never knew that you were into that. The sting hurts at first but shoots up ecstasy after a nanosecond, you can’t help but seek more. “ More!”

Taehyung lets out a dark chuckle, he gives you another slap, slightly harder on the center of your clit, the stinging making your face scrunch up but letting out a lewd moan. He groans at your wetness seeping out some of it landing on the table.

Suddenly, he is done with all the teasing, and dives in, nose touching your clit and tongue inside your entrance going in and out. Finding it extremely hot that you are riding his face, like the pillow on your bed. Taehyung vividly remembers when you showed him how you ride your pillow last week. The way you desperately let out cute whines trying so hard to relieve yourself as Taehyung only watched, wanting to see you get off without his help.

He moves his face side to side so his nose can rub your clit. Head in the clouds, your body is floating with ecstasy wanting to stay in it forever. Your hands reach down trying to anchor yourself, Taehyung reaches for your hand holding it tight. You cry out his name loudly, coming intensely, your eyes are shut when it doesn’t seem to stop. Your body finally calms down, looking down you see Taehyung’s face is completely wet. “ Oh my god, did I-

“ Fuck, that was hot,” Taehyung wipes his face with the back his arm. He kisses your lips, he helps you from the table, handing you your panties.

“ Let me repay you?,” you tug at his belt loop, you look down to see the bulge is gone and there’s a wet stain. Your eyes widen, “ Did you come?”

“ Yeah, you squirting on me, made me bust a nut. I swore I never came that hard either,” he sighs happily. Laughing you go towards the fridge, finally eating the cold pizza. You hand him one and he eats it in two bites. “ My mom called me today…”

Taehyung hardly talks about his family, you only know that he was raised only by his mother. He never talked bad about her but you can tell that they didn’t have a close relationship. “ What happened?” You and Taehyung move so you're sitting on the couch.

“ She told me that my father wanted to meet up with me,” Taehyung rolls his eyes. “ Told her that I don’t want to. She started crying and telling me that he’s my father...I sometimes think she’s still in love with him. She’s an idiot.” He lays his back staring at the ceiling.

“ Sometimes it’s hard to get over someone that you once loved. The one you shared your laughs, arguments, touches, memories...vanish into thin air... or you could hold onto it. Love isn’t easy...it’s messy, it’s confusing but it’s beautiful being able to share it with someone. Don’t you think?” You look at Taehyung’s side profile.

Taehyung turns his head looking at you, “ I don’t know...I will never fall in love. I don’t want to end up like my parents,” he closes his eyes.

“ Taehyung-“

He opens his eyes smiling, grabbing your hands, “ Let’s head to bed,” already over the conversation.

---

Jungkook is cooking breakfast and almost burns his hand when a random girl walks out of Taehyung’s room. Immediately she exits their apartment, doing the walk of shame. Taehyung walks out shirtless with hickies on his chest and dishevelled hair. Jungkook clears his throat, “ Thought you were seeing Y/N,” he turns off the stove.

Taehyung grabs a glass of water, “ We are just friends,” he takes several gulps.

Jungkook scoffs rolling his eyes at his friend’s stupidity, “ Yeah, friends who have sex, hold hands, and almost spend every night together. My bad I forgot they changed the definition of ‘friends’ in the Webster dictionary.”

“ Whatever man...I'm out of here,” Taehyung leaves the kitchen going to his room. He looks at himself in the mirror, disgusted at his appearance, at the splotchy marks on his neck. Why am I like this? Taehyung leaves his apartment ignoring Jungkook, entering your apartment with his set of keys. He looks at you cooking pancakes, you look at him quickly and smiling.

“ Hey...you want some? It’s your favorite banana pancakes,” you flip the pancake. He looks at the big stack of pancakes you have on the table, you continue with the last couple of pancakes and sit down taking a couple of bites. You are consumed by the taste, not really focusing on Taehyung until he clears his throat, looking at him you notice marks on his neck. Your heart plummets, you thought the whole time the two of you have been messing around he wasn’t seeing anyone else. “ You hooked up with someone else yesterday?,” you set your utensils down.

Taehyung nods trying to look nonchalant, “ Yeah, is that a problem?”

“ No,” you try to lie to yourself but it’s no use, your face looks the opposite of how you feel, disheartening, you can’t save face even if your life's on the line. Swallowing hard you shake your head, “ Actually, yes. It is a problem,” you sigh. “ I don’t understand you. You treat me like a lover, but then you do things like this…” you get up from the kitchen table tossing the plates in the sink, not caring that you didn’t finish the meal, “ I open my heart with you but you don’t do the same. I feel used in this relationship or whatever the hell this is,” your hands clenched tightly as you turn around and face Taehyung.

He’s now by the kitchen counter standing up, “ I told you I’m not looking for love. I’m sorry if I gave you mixed feelings but I don’t want this to end whatever we have with each other. I like how things are-”

You scoff, rolling your eyes at his words, “ Well I don’t...if you want to fuck around then do it... I’m not going to care for you like I love you anymore.” The angry tears stream down your face, your hands wipe them before he could, “ Go Taehyung. I wish you the best,” his face is etched with subtle pain, turning away from him you wash the dishes not bothering to look at the sound of him leaving.

---

Three days later

Taehyung hasn’t been sleeping well, tossing and turning, giving up completely and decides to study all night long. This has been a daily occurrence since the fight with you. I’m not going to care for you like I love you anymore. Taehyung groans, wanting to get the image of you out of his brain. Jungkook knocks on his door, eyes widening at the sight of him, “ You look like shit, c’mon Namjoon is having another get together.”

When Taehyung shows up to the party he watches you have a conversation with Hoseok, from a far distant, unsure how you would react if you saw him. Taehyung waits till Hoseok leaves, walking towards you as you are on your phone texting someone. He watches you jolt as he calls your name. “ Hey,” you greet him but there’s no smile or warmth like you usually greet. And he hates it, it makes him feel like a stranger.

“ About the last time, I’m sorry that we got into an argument,” Taehyung apologizes, he tucks his hands in his pockets, a nervous tick he developed when he was elementary.

“ Ok,” you nod your head, not wanting to discuss something so private in a social setting. “ I should get going, I got a research paper to go over,” you give him one last glance and leave, not saying goodbye to anyone else.

Taehyung doesn’t like the way your back faces him, leaving him all alone with a place full of people. He pushes against people not wanting to let you go so easily, he wants to talk to you, he wants to hear you talk. He wants to lay in your bed and listen to your heart beat while you stroke his hair, letting him fall asleep in your arms. You're opening your car door, and you halt when he calls your name, you wait patiently for what he’s going to say. Please stay. “ I-I uh...I wish you the best, Y/N” Taehyung says. He watches you give him one last small smile and drive away.

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Six months later

Taehyung hates visiting his mother, there’s always something unsettling when he enters his childhood home. As soon as greets his mother she comments about his weight, his slightly long wavy hair, and baggy clothes. She doesn’t ask him college, she never does. Instead he listens to her talk about her work. “ I told your father that you're in town,” she says over the sound of the faucet. Taehyung nods, handing her the dirty dishes, “ I told him you are free tomorrow, you are going to visit him at IHOP,” she leaves no room for argument.

The sun wakes up Taehyung before his alarm does, he doesn’t really put in effort to look nice but when his mother gives him a look, he changes into something more appropriate. Maybe if Taehyung was in middle school he would be nervous meeting his father but now that he’s an adult he couldn’t care less. It takes him a while to find his father, he looks older from his adolescent years, has a few gray hairs and slightly wrinkled skin. His father stands up, and Taehyung immediately holds his hand out giving him a handshake not wanting to receive an awkward hug. His father looks surprised but compiles, awkwardly laughing and sits down taking a gulp of his hot black coffee. “ I ordered your favorite,” his father points to the triple drizzle chocolate milkshake with a red cherry on top that is set in front of Taehyung. “ How are you kiddo? You look so grown up, your mother has been feeding you well, huh?”

“ Yup.” Taehyung looks at the red cherry.

There’s too much uncomfortable tension, and his father is letting more awkward coughs to try to fill the silence. “ Almost done with college, yeah? Just three more months, and you gotta face the real world,” his father comments.

Taehyung has been facing the real world since he was a teenager, he worked when he was in highschool to pay for college, he cooked his own dinner because his mother always came home late, he didn’t need to graduate college to find out the world was shitty. “ Yeah.”

His father tries really hard to have some sort of conversation with his son.“ You still like to paint?”

Taehyung smiles, getting reminded of you. He wonders what you are doing right now, if you are painting the canvas he bought you when you guys were friends. “ No. I mean yeah, sorta. I painted with this girl, she made me fall back in love with painting but I did something horrible to her. Now I can’t paint without thinking about her,” he sighs.

There’s surprise etched on his father’s face, since more than a word came out of his son’s mouth. “ Seems like a very important person to you. You should talk things out with her, don’t want to lose someone like that.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes, “ Why? You did the same thing to us.”

“ Taehyung-”

“ You really fucked me up father, I hate that you and mom made me this way. I want to love her but I’m scared...what if she ends up leaving me like you did. I rather be alone for the rest of my life than to have someone steal a part of me,” Taehyung grits his teeth.

“ I-I I’m sorry Taehyung...I really am. I hate myself everyday for not visiting you, I should’ve been there for you...Your mother and I once loved each other but sometimes people fall out of love, but that doesn’t mean love is evil. Don’t give up on love because of our failed marriage, son, you deserve to be in love.”

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One week later

“ Fuck, watch where you going asshole,” you yell at the asshole who wasn’t paying attention that made you drop all of your art supplies. He doesn’t even bother apologizing, just continues to walk with his friends. You pick up your pencils, someone helps you pick up your other materials. “ Thank-” you stop midway when your eyes are met with Taehyung. He hands you the sketchpads, you quickly put it in your bag, “ Thanks.”

“ No problem. You just got out of class?,” he asked intently looking at you.

His hair is pushed back by his headband, showing his forehead, he’s wearing his usual baggy grandpa clothes. It makes your heart flutter, but you quickly push the feeling away. “ Yeah, but I have to go back to pick up my two pieces,” you shrug.

“ You need a hand?” He offers with a careful smile.

You contemplate, you don’t want to make two trips, “ If you’re not busy…”

He eagerly shakes his head. “ I’m not, let me help.” Taehyung follows you to the art room, and picks up the pieces easily despite it being large canvases. There’s silence when you are done putting it in your car.

“ Thank you,” you give him a grateful smile. “ Do you need to ride home?”

Taehyung took his car to campus but he lies, he accepts your offer in hopes that you guys can talk things over. The radio is on low, and Taehyung is almost near his apartment, “ I lied I don’t need a ride,” he starts off and you let out a surprise laugh.

“ Why are you just telling me now?,” you are about two minutes from the destination.

“ I wanted to talk to you about what happened to us-”

You sigh, not wanting to reopen bandage wounds on your heart, “ Taehyung, I’m over it-”

His head turns to face you, “ I love you. I think I always loved you since we became friends. I was scared to tell you because it was something so new for me...I was selfish, I thought that everything we had was fine but I never took your feelings into consideration.” He’s breathing really hard because he finally confessed his heart out, something he vowed he’ll never do since he was a child.

“ Why? Why now?,” you swallow hard, not looking at him but only the road. Scared that if you look into his eyes, you’ll get lost into them.

“ It took me a while to come in terms with how I am feeling. Because love is messy right?,” his voice cracks.

The car is now parked in his driveway, “ Yeah, it is.” Turning to finally face him, he has little tears in his eyes that haven’t fallen. “ I still love you, Taehyung,” your hand touches his soft cheek, caressing it. Taehyung leans closer to you and you close your eyes expecting a kiss, instead he sobs against your neck. Feeling wet tears against your neck, you try to coddle him but the tight space in the car is not giving you any room to do so. “ Tae, why are you crying?,” you comb the back of his curls.

Taehyung pulls away giving you a tearful smile, “ Because for the first time in my life I know what love is.”

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dweetwise · 4 years ago

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yes hello, i’m back on my riconti bullshit again, this time with a cute prompt fill from @dailyau by @hcpelesshcney about fire alarms and sharing a blanket ❤️

i’m also trying something new with splitting a fic into chapters!

ship: felix x ace warnings: briefly mentioned internalized homophobia word count: 3700

[next]

Where there’s smoke, there’s fire (part 1)

It's surprising just how scattered the human brain becomes during a crisis.

When Felix was woken from his restless sleep in the hotel bed by a blaring fire alarm, he'd bolted out of the bed and scrambled out into the hallway without second thought. He'd probably even left the door to his room wide open, with his wallet, passport, phone and laptop all neatly arranged on the desk for anyone to walk by and steal.

And now he's standing in the parking lot in the chilly late summer night, dressed in nothing but his pajama pants and a t-shirt. His socks were drenched as soon as he stepped outside, running straight into a puddle while hurrying to get away from the potential fire.

At least he's not alone in the stressful predicament. There's plenty of other people around, looking just as lost and dazed as him, having been forced to evacuate the hotel in the middle of the night. Most have been sensible enough to bring their jackets and shoes, a couple of kids even huddling beneath a hotel duvet.

And since there's no sign of a fire or even any smoke, Felix feels like an idiot for not having the foresight to bring something to warm him up.

The firefighters have just arrived at the scene and are preparing to search the building for the source of the alarm. Felix tries not to shiver even more as he relents to the fact that they're still going to be stuck out there for quite some time.

The crowd in the parking lot is loud, families and partners gossiping amongst themselves, some people even arguing with the staff members about ruining their vacation. Felix wishes they'd just shut up, more than happy to forget this ever happened if he'd just get to curl back under the warm covers of his bed instead of freezing out here.

This trip just kept getting worse. Not only had he been forced to come on only a day's notice, taking over Lauren's business trip across the Atlantic when she'd unexpectedly caught a cold. He’d also had to take a shitty flight route with two extra stops, and his last flight had been no less than six hours late.

When he’d finally arrived at the hotel and started trying to sleep off the massive jet lag after barely getting any sleep on the plane, he'd been rudely awakened by an emergency. And now, to add insult to injury, he’s gone from the threat of burning to death to freezing to death.

“Hey,” a voice says from right beside him, making Felix jolt in surprise over being distracted from his internal pity party.

He sees a man standing next to him, wrapped in a hotel-issued blanket, looking up at him with curious brown eyes and a pleasant smile.

Felix racks his brain for if he knows this man or not, but draws up a blank, the tiredness and cold making his thoughts feel sluggish. The man is shorter than Felix and looks a little older, if the laugh lines and grey hair are anything to go by.

“You look cold,” the man says. “Wanna share my blanket?”

As the man lifts the fabric just the slightest bit in invitation, mortification hits Felix. Not only is his shivering noticeable enough to warrant someone taking pity on him, he's being offered physical contact from a stranger.

Isn't it a weird thing to offer, especially to another man? Does he somehow know that Felix is gay? Is he making fun of him? Or is it just an American thing? Wouldn't it be weirder for Felix not to accept, since the man has noticed how much he’s freezing?

“Alright,” the man says when Felix isn't replying, lowering the bedding in surrender. “My bad, I just thought—"”

“Yes,” Felix says, interrupting him.

“Uh…” the man says, understandably confused by Felix's social awkwardness.

“Yes, I want to sh-share,” Felix says, another full-body shiver wracking his body.

“Oh! Sure,” the man grins happily, and then he's suddenly very close, shoulder bumping against Felix's chest, and a corner of the blanket is thrown haphazardously over Felix's shoulder.

“T-thank you,” Felix stammers, both from the nerves and the cold, grabbing the soft cotton fabric and pulling it tighter against himself.

And causing the stranger to stumble even closer from the momentum.

“Sure, don't mention it,” the man grins, like he's not now pressed against a stranger's side from shoulder to hip.

Embarrassed as Felix feels, both the blanket and the person attached to it are warm. Felix has to stop himself from sighing blissfully as the other's body heat starts to warm him up, slowly working away at the chill in his bones.

“Well, since we're gonna be stuck here for a while,” the man muses. “My name's Ace.”

“F-F-Felix,” Felix manages through clattering teeth.

“I'd shake your hand, but I think we're past that stage already,” Ace jokes, and then offers a pleased grin as Felix huffs out a surprised laugh through his nose. “In any case, it’s nice to meet you, Felix,” the man looks up at him and smiles, and Felix's poor, gay heart skips a beat.

Yeah, this is definitely preferable to freezing to death.

“I wonder how long they'll take to find the cause this time,” Ace starts conversationally, while pulling out his phone from the nest of blankets. He sets to what looks like writing a text to someone, not seeming the least bit bothered by their predicament.

“You don't seem very nervous,” Felix observes.

“Not my first rodeo,” Ace looks up and grins. “Probably someone just smoked inside and tripped the alarm. Happens a lot in hotels.”

“D-d-do you travel? A lot?” Felix asks, partly do distract himself from the cold while he gets his body heat up, partly to divert Ace’s attention from his phone.

“You could say that,” Ace says. “What about you? Here on business?”

“Yes,” Felix says, with no small amount of annoyance over being reminded he still has work tomorrow. “Thankfully my meeting isn't until the afternoon.”

“Glad you can get your beauty sleep,” Ace says.

“And hopefully get rid of the jet lag,” Felix comments with a tired sigh.

Ace hums in acknowledgement before going back to his phone message. Felix tries not to take it personally; he knows he's not that interesting to talk to.

Ace is so warm, and it's a little awkward being pressed this close, but embarrassingly enough, Felix finds himself drifting even closer. Ace smells like whiskey and cheap cologne, but somehow, it's oddly comforting. He'd probably been drinking last night—well, technically tonight. Thankfully, he doesn't seem drunk, as Felix doubts he would have had the patience to deal with alcohol-induced rambling.

“Whiskey man, I see,” Felix comments. When Ace looks up from his phone in surprise, Felix realize how weird it is for him to admit to smelling the man.

“I reek that bad, huh?” Ace grins, taking the comment in stride.

“I didn't mean—” Felix flounders to explain.

Damnit, he should just give up on trying to make conversation.

“Wow, lighten up,” Ace says and elbows him playfully under the blanket, adding even more physical contact to their already borderline inappropriate situation.

Felix tries to ignore the fluttering in his gut when he feels Ace's hairy forearm brush against his own. This is more physical contact than he's gotten from another man… probably ever.

“Yeah, I had a few drinks earlier. I'm more of a wine man, but…” Ace seems to ponder. “Sometimes, you've got to try new things.”

Like huddling under a blanket with an attractive stranger, Felix considers.

Suddenly, he almost regrets the blanket blocking his view from seeing more of the man. His body feels firm against Felix's, and his shoulders look defined, though that could just be an illusion from the thick fabric covering them.

“What’s your poison?” Ace asks, following Felix's awkward silence.

“I don't drink much,” Felix lies, like he hasn’t been going through his father’s old liquor collection at an alarming rate for the past year or so. “Uhm… whiskey, I guess. And bourbon.”

He could really, really go for either one right now. Not only would the drinks warm him up, they'd also make him act like an actual human being instead of the stiff robot impression he's currently doing.

“Huh,” Ace comments.

“What?” Felix asks, trying not to get defensive.

“Nothing! I would have pegged you as a beer guy, is all,” Ace muses. “Maybe that's just the accent, though.”

“Sorry,” Felix apologizes. Now hyperaware of his bad pronunciation and extremely German accent, he tries to bury his face deeper into the blanket in embarrassment.

“Naw, hey, come on,” Ace turns toward him as much as the cramped space allows him to. “Your English is amazing! The accent only adds charm.”

Felix looks at Ace's encouraging smile and tries not to think too much about their thighs now pressing together. Ace is clearly waiting for him to say something, but all Felix can focus on is his warm body and striking features.

“Where are you from?” Felix asks instead, trying to place the hint of an accent he thinks he hears.

“Huh. Good catch,” Ace smiles, seeming surprised. “Guess!”

Felix flushes and looks at Ace's eagerly grinning face. It's nighttime, but Ace's skin seems darker than his own, and his features look Mediterranean, reminding Felix of countless business trips to Spain. But the accent…

“Italy?” Felix suggests, and Ace's smile somehow widens even further.

“Close!” Ace says. “Argentina.”

“Ehm…” Felix furrows his brow in confusion, thinking that surely, being a whole continent and world sea off doesn't exactly count as "close".

“My family hails from Italy, and it's my native language,” Ace explains. “So it was a really good guess!”

“Thank you…?” Felix says awkwardly.

“I'd ask what you were doing when the alarm went off, but…” Ace pauses, glancing up at his disheveled hair. “From your outfit choice and the bedhead, I'd put 50 bucks on 'sleeping'."

“You'd be correct,” Felix murmurs, self-consciously poking his hand out from under the blanket to run through his tousled hair. “I'm not very interesting.”

“I think I'll be the judge of that," Ace grins. “If, uh… you don't mind chatting to pass the time?”

“Not at all,” Felix says, hoping he doesn't sound too eager, happy Ace deems him interesting enough to talk to instead of whoever he was texting earlier.

They spend some twenty minutes chatting about mostly insignificant things. But as much as Felix usually hates small talk, he now welcomes it, because Ace is asking him interesting questions instead of just talking about the weather. He appears to genuinely care about Felix's story, and Felix might end up sharing a little too much, from the work stress and business trip he didn't even want to come to, all the way to his relationship that ended a few weeks ago.

Ace seems friendly and pleasant, taking Felix's awkward pauses and nervousness in stride, filling in the silences with stories of his own. Felix hears a lot about the different places he's traveled to, along with some hotel horror stories that make him feel much better about the current fire alarm situation. He manages a few laughs, some merely polite, but some genuinely amused at Ace's over-the-top storytelling.

Eventually, Ace's phone beeps again and he excuses himself and engrosses himself momentarily in the screen, and this time, Felix welcomes the brief break in socializing.

He realizes just how nice this is. It feels like a stroke of luck that only a few short weeks after ending his relationship with his ex-girlfriend and coming out in the process, he'd meet a handsome stranger this eager to cuddle up to him.

Not cuddle up—share a blanket, Felix mentally berates himself.

He glances at Ace out of the corner of his eye, seeing his side profile illuminated by the dim glow from the phone screen. Felix never really considered what his type would be, apart from the all-encompassing "men" that he'd only recently come to accept about himself. But taking in Ace's defined features and the smile that seems to be a permanent part of his face, he's starting to get an idea.

Quickly looking away before Ace catches him staring, Felix suddenly feels almost too warm. He shouldn't get ahead of himself; even though It feels like Ace is being a little too friendly, he hasn't actually made a move, seeming happy just with chatting to kill time.

Felix briefly toys with the idea of placing his hand on Ace's hip in a loose embrace, just to test the waters. He'd never be that brave, but if he was, he'd at least know for sure, even if it would probably end in Ace being disgusted and kicking him out of the blanket cocoon.

But… maybe he wouldn’t. Maybe he’d smile even wider and return the gesture, just as eager as Felix to get even closer. Felix would wrap his arms around him, and they'd stand there cuddling and sharing even more body heat, maybe even kissing—

Shit. This is exactly what his therapist said he shouldn't do, the term "excessive daydreaming" flashing in his mind.

“Sorry,” Ace is saying, turning back to face him and pocketing the phone, completely oblivious to Felix's internal dilemma. “Where were we?”

“I, uh,” Felix stammers.

Was just thinking about kissing you.

“Did I tell you about the time a bunch of college kids decided to set off fireworks in the hotel room next to mine?” Ace offers, saving Felix from floundering for a topic.

“What—why would they…?” Felix asks.

“Well, I'd just gotten back from this extravagant New Years party—” Ace excitedly starts telling yet another story, and Felix keenly starts listening in.

Ace seems to be completely in his element, getting lost in talking about just how fancy the party was, followed by a dramatic retelling of some very incredulously sounding explosions that turned out to be fireworks. Felix keeps listening raptly, not entirely sure about the accuracy of the story, but enjoying seeing the other so happy. The blanket occasionally shifts as Ace tries to gesture with his hands to add to the narration, only to remember that he can't, looking sheepish every time.

Felix has never met someone with such effortless charisma. Ace's voice is rich and pleasant, and Felix briefly zones out while he imagines it talking him to sleep.

It's stupid, and he knows it. He's only known the man for half an hour, and even "knowing" him is pushing it. Felix is only in the country for two more days, and he’s very aware that pursuing anything would be pointless.

But he also knows that given the chance, he wouldn't say no to seeing Ace again. Maybe it’s the sleep deprivation, the narrowly averted emergency, or simply being far away from home and realizing nobody would ever find out. Either way, he’s feeling more adventurous than usual, the adrenaline in his veins and butterflies in his gut keeping his tired body on high alert.

Too bad he's deathly afraid of rejection and would never dare to ask if the other is interested.

Suddenly, there's the screech of a PA system, and Ace stops mid-sentence, both of them turning to look at a firefighter speaking into a megaphone.

“The fire has been extinguished and the building is now safe. Please return to your rooms,” the fireman announces.

The horde of people immediately start flocking towards the hotel entrance at the same time, creating an annoyed crowd of freezing, grumpy people and managing to clog the entryway immediately.

“I wonder what the cause was,” Felix ponders out loud, not making an effort to move toward the commotion and get stuck between the shoving, complaining people.

“Who cares? We get to not freeze our asses off anymore!” Ace exclaims gleefully.

And Felix realizes they no longer have a reason to stay huddled up together. Reluctantly slipping away from under the blanket, he feels a disappointed pang in his chest over how happy Ace sounds to get rid of him.

“Thank you for lending your blanket,” Felix says, handing his side of the fabric back over to Ace and trying not to shiver as the cold of the night hits his warm skin.

“My pleasure! Thanks for keeping me warm!” Ace quips cheerfully, wrapping the item tighter around himself.

“Ehm… you as well,” Felix says, looking away so Ace doesn't see his face heating up.

“Come on, let's get you inside!” Ace prompts, and then he leans into Felix and shoves him lightly with a blanket-clad shoulder.

It's clearly in an intent to encourage Felix to move, but it still makes newfound hope blossom in his chest. They’re no longer forced to tolerate each other if they don't want to freeze, but Ace still seems far from repulsed by him.

“Right,” Felix says, starting the short trek to the hotel entrance that has thankfully cleared up from people.

“So…” Ace drawls, easily falling into step next to him. “Can I have your number?”

Felix glances at him and blinks in confusion. Is… is Ace asking him out? Or just being polite? Is he going to ask to be added on Facebook too, like all the weird colleagues Felix has met on business trips once and then never heard from again?

“For...?” Felix manages to ask when they arrive at the entrance, reaching for the door and holding it open for the man.

“Just wondering if you wanted to grab some drinks while you're still in town,” Ace says when he slips past Felix into the building. “I wouldn't mind getting to know you better,” Ace adds, looking him up and down with a smile that is definitely not just friendly.

Heat rises up Felix's neck from more than just the warm air of the hotel lobby. Clearly, he wasn’t the only one sensing the tension between them.

“Maybe,” Felix says, trying and probably failing to not seem way too enthusiastic.

“Oh?” Ace says, quirking an eyebrow. And then he's shrugging off the blanket, revealing a rolled-up, button-up shirt and—

Fuck. Broad shoulders and a lean build, that sure as hell doesn't make Felix's predicament any easier.

Felix definitely stares longer than appropriate while they continue walking to the elevator, Ace thankfully too busy with bunching up the blanket to notice his ogling.

“What…" Felix starts, making Ace look at him, cocking his head. "Uhm. What's with the sudden interest?”

“I mean,” Ace says, shooting him pointed look. “I was interested ever since I saw you there, shivering in your ridiculously tight T-shirt,” he winks.

Felix realizes that the shirt probably leaves a lot less to the imagination than the suits and blazers he always wears. He lifts a hand to his arm in a self-conscious manner, making an attempt to cover himself.

“But I didn't wanna freak you out,” Ace adds, giving a one-shoulder shrug. “Would have been pretty awkward if you said no, considering you were kinda stuck with me for a bit.”

That's… oddly sweet, and very much appreciated. Felix would probably have imploded on himself from embarrassment if Ace would have been this forward from the start.

“Thank you,” Felix says.

“No worries,” Ace grins, pushing the button to order the elevator. “So? Are you freaked out?”

Felix considers the question for a moment, only arriving at variations of "no", "I'm leaving in two days" and "help you're really hot but I've never been with a guy and don't know what to do".

“I think the word is…” Felix pauses in thought, trying to ignore his brain screaming insecurities at him. “'Intrigued'.”

Proud of managing to be smooth for once in his life, the ding of the elevator arriving is almost lost on Felix, because he's so focused on Ace's now downright lecherous grin.

But he obediently steps into the elevator, not wanting to keep the few hotel customers still lingering behind them.

“What's you floor, gorgeous?” Ace asks with a flirtatious smile, after pressing the number four.

Wow. How the hell did Felix ever manage to think he was just being friendly?

“Three,” Felix says.

“Looks like you're under me,” Ace flirts while pushing the button for him, making Felix choke on his own spit from the suggestive comment, embarrassed yet curious.

And then Ace clears his throat and averts his eyes as a woman and her daughter walk into the elevator with them.

They stand awkwardly next to each other as the elevator doors slide close. Felix’s thoughts are a mess of excitement, nervousness and embarrassment, not sure what to do in this situation.

He discreetly glances at Ace—

And the other catches him looking.

Felix's heart skips a beat as Ace's lips spread into a lazy grin, eyes shimmering with unspoken promise.

He wonders what it would be like to wipe that grin off the smug man's face. Felix imagines pushing Ace up against the elevator wall, picturing how the other’s eyes would go wide, maybe he'd even gasp, taken off guard at Felix's sudden boldness. Maybe he wouldn't have time to say anything, because Felix would capture his lips in a passionate kiss, and Ace would groan and drop the blanket to tangle his hands in Felix's hair—

DING!

Felix is rudely snapped out of his daydream by the elevator arriving on his floor. He realizes he's been spacing out while staring at Ace's face, and the smirk is gone from the man's lips, but his eyes are somehow even more intense.

“Good night,” Felix offers stiffly, forcing himself to break the eye contact before he gets lost in his own head again.

He takes a step out of the elevator, mentally scolding himself when he notices his racing heart and heavy breathing, getting himself worked up over a dumb fantasy.

Tomorrow, he promises himself when the elevator doors start sliding shut behind him. Tomorrow, he’d go out with Ace and could maybe, hopefully psyche himself up enough to make a move. He'd just text the man in the morning—

Except they never exchanged numbers.

Shit!

#riconti #felix richter #ace visconti #dbd fanfic #dweetwrites #dbd #dead by daylight #prompt #felix x ace

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bpdanakins · 5 years ago

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Name ten favourite characters from ten different things (books, tv, film, etc.) then tag ten people

I was tagged by the dear @gffa who clearly enjoys making these lists and seeing everyone else also struggling with just choosing ten. It’s hard but I shall do my best sdfk <3

1. Lara Croft - Tomb Raider Okay, let’s just get it out: I prefer reboot!Lara. idk I know some people think she sucks and the games suck for whatever reason, but I found the games and their mechanics super fun, and Lara’s story really compelling. She was a young girl who was determined to make her own way in the world, and instead went through something extremely traumatizing. She kept pushing through, kept getting back up no matter what the world threw at her. She went on this clear journey that was compelling and fun and messy. She wasn’t perfect. She pushed people away, she fucked the world up because she was determined to find the answers she felt would make all she went through make sense. Her survivor’s guilt was present really well in RotTR but most especially in SotTR. People were dying but she was so focused on finishing her personal mission. She was numb to it despite the fact it still horrified her. And her arc ended well. She finally was able to reach a place where she was able to let go of her losses and try to join society again. And I’m gay for her. So, you know.

2. Senua - Hellblade: Senua’s Sacrifice I cannot recommend this game enough. It’s tough to play bc it’s not just a horror game but you feel a lot of Senua’s anxiety, which is part of the point to the game. Senua’s a Celtic warrior who suffers from psychosis, and the game devs worked directly with both professionals and those who experience psychosis. There’s a whole mini doc to it which is great, even if you can’t stomach horror. You’re in Senua’s head with her throughout the game. You see what she sees, you hear all she hears, and she talks to you directly at times. But the beauty of the game is Senua’s true journey. She goes on a quest to try to rescue a loved one she lost to Vikings, but the real story is about a girl realizing she’s not a monster for seeing the world differently. That the abuse and ableism she faced weren’t her fault at all. There’s so many little things I can point to in this game that just made me so emotional, and it’s such a beautiful and necessary story to tell. Senua is great and deserves a hug.

3. Anakin Skywalker - Star Wars If you asked me at what point in my life Anakin became one of my favourite characters, to the point I frequently talked about him even on my main blog at random intervals, I couldn’t tell you. I haven’t the faintest idea; he just was. And if you asked me why he was a fave early on, I also couldn’t tell you lmao. It might partially be that I grew up on the prequels, and maybe at such a young age I didn’t really grasp at first that this was a story about a guy who was already revealed to be a villain, but I haven’t the faintest clue. He just is now, and I’m so passionate about his story. He’s complex and difficult and written so well. You want him to be happy, you feel heartbroken seeing a good character fall so deep, and you want to smack him upside the head a whole lot. You laugh at his silly dialogue (which he has as Vader too smh), you cry when you see him struggling, you become horrified by his actions. His story’s also a great inversion of the Chosen One trope - whereas usually we see Chosen Ones struggle, become imperfect and undoubtedly traumatized, they remain heroes the whole time. Anakin doesn’t. He becomes the bad guy, one of the worst in the series (Palps takes the award tho). But even then, when you think this guy has nothing to offer but an intimidating villain, he’s shown to have good. And then we see how much good he had all along, the good he forgot and was punished for and hated himself for. His heart that had good intentions but he chose the worst actions. He’s complicated and I love him. And more over, I love how many people who struggle or have mental illness can relate to him. I love that he wasn’t treated as a guy whose actions were glorified, but that were honest in both the good ones and the bad ones. Anyone can fall, and anyone can get back up, if they choose to. I just. Love him. He means a lot.

4. Commander Shepard - Mass Effect I know that Shep is technically the player’s character and can be any combination of person, but anyone who’s played Mass Effect would get why they were put here. The original trilogy for Mass Effect touched on so many things, and was a really emotional one. You had your great moments with friends, you had your struggles against both unknown horrors, and horrors close to home (so to speak). There are so many small moments that stick out to you, and idk how many people can say that playing this story didn’t impact their life in a meaningful way, bc I can’t see how it couldn’t. I’ve played the games many times, but even after all of this, there are moments that I not just still get emotional to, but take on new meaning as I go through my life. And Shepard’s the hero of the story. They’re not perfect, and they can downright be an ass if you play them that way, but their story is one of perseverance, of fighting on even when entire worlds are being lost and everyone is still looking to them. Everyone needs them to find a solution. But even then, it’s a story about friendship too. About tons of amazing characters that all have their own motivations, their own pasts and goals and hopes and failures. About how all these varied characters become a found family. And so Shepard’s the hero of the story, but their companions aren’t just there to be sidekicks, but end up with all their own accomplishments and arcs and you go on this journey with all of them. idk the whole series is great dsalkkljads

5. Lexa & Clarke - The 100 Let’s not talk about how terrible this show got and how messy it was because we all know. But it started with a really compelling story that was interesting, and to see two characters on screen who were flawed but understood each other, and to have them both be women - one who was a lesbian and one who was a bisexual?? It made me so excited and it’s a really flawed show but it meant a lot to me at the time to have a couple like that on a tv show, and so despite all its flaws, that relationship still means a lot to me.

6. The BAU team - Criminal Minds Yeah, I put the entire friggin team down, and that means all of them. There was only maybe two or so characters that were on it I didn’t like so every iteration is put down. Criminal Minds isn’t exactly a complex show; it’s a typical crime drama, and its unique feature is that it looks into the behaviour and minds of criminals instead of finding the science, like we saw with CSI. But the episodes were compelling and entertaining to watch, and, what do you know, there’s a found family at the center of it all and naturally I’m a sucker for it. Strangely enough this show is kind of a comfort one to me, bc it’s entertaining but not always overwhelmingly emotional. I can put it on at any time and just have it on in the background, or when I’m not feeling well, and I’ll enjoy myself. Also strangely enough, I’ve seen almost every episode enough times that there’s a game in my house to see how long it takes for me to recognize the episode and its plot once a rerun is put on lmao. There’s a lot of good shows like this out there - I enjoy SVU a lot too - but something just draws me to the characters on this one. We’ve been with them for, what, 14 seasons?? And we’ve seen them go thru some shit, we’ve seen them grow and change and they’re all really unique. It’s not a complex show but it is good enough to just binge. A part that plays in it is probably the time in my life I started getting into it too, but I’m alright with standing by it.

7. Korra - Avatar: The Legend of Korra I probably don’t need to wax poetic about atla or atlok much at all. I just love her journey, as a brash and overconfident girl who realizes that being the Avatar is hard, the people expect so much and there’s a lot put on your shoulders. That, when things go wrong, people will blame you. She went and became this giant blue monster thing, but her struggles were all human. Her PTSD was shown really well, despite it being a kid’s show. She’s fun and her journey is lovely and it’s definitely true that Korrasami did it way better, and both characters are bi women too (◡‿◡✿) We Do Not Talk About That Dumb Love Triangle Nonsense Though

8. Chloe & Max - Life is Strange What can I even say about this game? I don’t know. If you’ve played it, you’ll know why it’s here. It’s.... way deeper than you’d think it’d get at first. I love the story, and I love the journey Max and Chloe go on together. I love their friendship, how Chloe was always trying to uplift Max and encourage her to follow her dreams, and Max just doing the impossible for Chloe. I love their relationship, because it was built on support and love and struggle. I love their complexities, their flaws, their strengths, their times together. I just fskljdjlksfd love them, I love this game and all its various stories and character arcs. It’s all so beautiful and raw and unique and yay, another pair of ladies loving each other is on this list.

9. Solas - Dragon Age: Inquisition Okay. There’s a TON of characters I adore in Dragon Age, and to be honest, I don’t know he’d be my absolute top one. But I do like his story. I love Dragon Age companions, because, like in Mass Effect, they’re all their own characters with their own stories and journeys. Solas is flawed. Like, really flawed. Here’s another guy on my list who went and fucked up the world a bit. His worst actions (and the consequences of them) were built on good intentions, on his desire to help his people. We can get into the way this direction BW went with the elvhen religion was icky, but it’s a different conversation. I adore elvhen lore and I love exploring theories on it all the time. For Solas, I just like that he’s complex. I mean, he’s still silly and kinda weird, and he loves to hear himself speak on topics and loves Lavellan for encouraging him to never shut up, but most of all I kind of like their relationship? A friendship with Solas is still great, but I like that it’s an asexual one (don’t fight me on this, idc, it’s how I see it). It’s soft, built on mutual respect, one with no pressures or expectations. Solas asks for time and Lavellan gives it. There’s no fade to black s.ex scenes that so many times aren’t optional in BW games. I just really like my asexual wolf god egg ok

10. Mulder & Scully - The X Files Okay, it’s super hard to choose characters for this holy heck. BUT I really, really, really love their relationship. Mulder is an idealist who believes in the supernatural, and Scully his pragmatic scientific counterpart. And we could talk about how Scully’s character as a woman in science meant to a lot of people, and how Mulder’s tenacity to not give up on his beliefs is a nice one (when it’s not getting him into trouble). Their relationship is the slowest of slow burns in television history, I think. But it’s good that way. Scully starts out thinking Mulder’s just a delusional guy, one who’s intelligent but wastes his accomplishments, and he knows that. Then they go through shit, they’re a team and many times it’s them against a whole bunch of unbelievable stuff (and their own government). What I loved most was also their son, and I’m literally deleting all knowledge of the new seasons from my brain bc I think it was gross and took away from the story, but I liked that they were so close, loved each other so much despite there not really being a romance yet, that Scully trusted to go to Mulder to donate to her bc he was the only one she could think of for this. It’s another asexual relationship on screen, and it’s built on a love that happens over time. I just fljksdfkjl could go on about it too.

This was hard lmao. I wanna give an honorary shout out to Peggy Carter since she had wonderful lines like: “I know my value. Anyone else’s opinion doesn’t really matter.” Which is *chef’s kiss*. Peggy was the true unsung hero of the MCU and they gave her and Steve a weird ass ending.

idk who to tag bc I’m not sure who’d be into this, but if you’re willing, I’d love to hear from @sapphicfinalpam, @mariaromanovs, @vinterskald, @zombiefishgirl, @nb-aziraphales, @serkonans and anyone who feels like doing it. Feel free to obvs ignore this, or only make a list without rambles, idk. I am never too sure about who’s into this or not, but if I didn’t tag you and you wanna do it, you can just say I tagged you and I definitely wanna read what you have to say!

#liz.txt #long post #there are others who were left out bc this shit's hard!! jldskljf #thanks gffa (◡‿◡✿)

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tabletopinfinities · 5 years ago

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Storygames Corner #1: Alone Together

This week, we’re introducing a periodical column featuring RPGs that sit outside the spectrum of what you’d traditionally expect from an RPG. For Pride Month we’re spotlighting a solo rpg about meeting / kissing / doing other things with girls*: Janie Jaffe W’s Alone Together, available as a pay-what-you-want pdf/txt. *Editor’s note: it doesn’t have to be girls, it’s adaptable to anyone. Just be sure it’s gay.

To play the game you roll a d6 for the mood of the encounter, then draw a playing card. The card’s suit is the girl you meet and the value is where you meet them. Once you’ve determined that, you have the encounter.

How do you play out the encounter? In your head as a single image or an extended reverie. Write it down. Draw a picture. Whisper it to yourself in the woods. Roleplay it out with someone else via DM and have them play the girl. Port it into another RPG, preferably one poorly-suited for romance, and let it play out there. The encounter belongs to you. It’s as good or as bad or as tragic as you want it to be. Do with it what you want and take from it what you want. Roll up another encounter as many times as you want to. Here’s a couple sample encounters I’ve pulled:

dawn/ace of clubs

“Fine,” she said, and then she did it, her lips locking with mine. I tried to reach for her waist but her hands were too tight clasping my shoulders, pinning them to the wall. I was a butterfly.

She released me. “Was that what you wanted?” It was. She was soft and sweet in ways I didn’t have words for. Even if I figured out how to tell her that I couldn’t, my lips stunned and faltering from her kiss. “I’ll see you at the dance then.” She walked away down the hallway, slipping into the crowd. “And you’d better dress nice. You’re too cute to waste on baggy sweatshirts.”

Dead silence hung in the hallway before everyone around me burst out in cheers.

midnight/three of spades

The most beautiful girl I’ve seen in ten years is pointing a gun at my head. “Money in the bag,” she repeats, nodding at the drawstring backpack she put on the counter. Under her ski mask I can see deep brown eyes and black lipstick.

I nod and start prying stacks of bills out of the register. It was already open to give her change for her cigarettes. She has those wedged under her waistband already, exposing a flash of creamy midriff. I’m about to put a handful of twenties into the bag when I pause.

“Take me with you,” I say.

“What?” she says, the gun wavering.

I’m thirty fucking five. What am I doing? I work at a fucking convenience store and I go home to Twitter and Netflix. I followed the line my life took me on and it just stayed flat. Time to jump off.

“I want to go with you. Wherever you’re going.”

“You’re crazy. Just give me the fucking money.”

I looked straight into those brown eyes. “Not any crazier than you, doing what you’re doing. Come on. Take me with you. Otherwise I’m sounding the alarm the instant you leave and you won’t make it ten miles up the interstate before they have a roadblock out.”

She cocked her gun. “And you’re not going to shoot me either,” I continued. “Not because you couldn’t do it. You’re not going to shoot me because otherwise you’d always wonder what you missed out on. So take me with you and let’s find out.”

I stuffed more bills into the bag, my case made. “Alright,” she said, shoving her gun back into the holster. “But we’re leaving as soon as that register’s empty. And I’m driving.” She opened up the cooler next to the counter and took a Red Bull. “And I’m taking this too.”

“Grab one for me,” I said.

We drove off south down the midnight highway, the only car on the road.

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jessethejoyful · 6 years ago

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the real super secret chapter

okay here’s the art school au blurb with the link and the whole thing

this isn’t an epilogue so much as it’s a continuing blurb, which I hope to do more of, within the bounds of that fic. I hope to do some featuring penny and agatha as well :)

read it here on ao3

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SIMON

I genuinely don’t know how I let Baz talk me into this. Maybe it’s just because I’m weak. Weak when it comes to him, absolutely. And I’ve never been good at saying no to anyone.

When he asked me, I was actually flattered. He’s always shy with me, especially about this, and I thought it’d be a nice way to maybe make us more comfortable around each other.

“It won’t take that long,” he’d said, looking sheepish as he sat across from me at our table in Penny’s bakery. We were waiting for her to get off, so we could go see a gallery a town over for an artist that she loves. “It might be a little awkward, but I think you’d enjoy it in the long run. Maybe. I understand if you don’t want to though -”

“Baz,” I’d said, cutting him off and reaching across the table to grab his hand. “I’d love to. Just tell me when, and I’ll be there.” He’d smiled, and everything was grand.

So that’s how I find myself, a few days later, completely nude, hunched over in a chair in Baz’s sitting room. I can feel my legs starting to shake, and the crick in my neck is already so sharp I’m worried I’ll never be able to straighten it again. There’s a very bright lamp shining up at me from the floor, which I can’t imagine looks very good but Baz had seemed satisfied when he’d placed it.

He’s a few feet away, perched stiffly on his stool and his hand brushing in quick, constrained strokes across a canvas. It had taken him nearly an hour just to sketch everything in, and we’re already pushing into two.

Every time I try to say something, he shushes me. I want to snap that I can talk without moving the rest of me, but I’m not trying to pick a fight. I’m just antsy. He’s got music playing over his speakers, soft indie music that I don’t know very well, and I’m brimming with pointless chatter. I want to focus a little less on my aching limbs, or the fact that I’m posing naked for my posh painter boyfriend, who’s only been my boyfriend for two months.

It’s been great, don’t get me wrong. He’s pretty fucking singular, and if I’m being honest, I’m a little obsessed with him. I think he knows it. But he eats it right up, smug git that he is. And I think he’s a little obsessed with me too, so it kind of balances out.

His aunt randomly showed up to visit at the end of December, just out of the blue, no warning. He’d decided to stay here with me for Christmas, instead of returning to his family’s manor (that’s what he called it - Pitch manor. I think he’s richer than I realized, considering his career choice), and his family was apparently none too happy about it. So Fiona just appeared, banging on his door on Boxing Day and demanding he visit with her.

As it turned out, he hadn’t actually told his family why he was staying, just told them he wouldn’t be home. Fiona lamented this to me after we were introduced (me as “Simon, my friend from school,”), really laying it on thick (“So ungrateful! We’re his family! What would my poor late sister say?!” - fun way to discover his mother’s dead), but Baz just rolled his eyes.

“For fuck’s sake, Fiona,” he said, sitting down on the opposite end of the couch from me and crossing his legs. I tried to make it look like we hadn’t just been curled up there together, kicking the blankets off and folding my legs beneath me. “Can you blame me for not wanting to deal with Malcolm and Daphne? They’re exhausting at the best of times, and I just didn’t feel like it. Alright?”

Fiona’s eyes moved slowly to me, and I immediately felt a thrill of fear go up my spine, which was ridiculous, but she’s kind of scary, with this mad white streak of hair tucked into her ponytail and a nose bridge piercing. “Oh, no,” she said, smirking and sitting back in her seat, “I can’t blame you at all. Not one bit.”

Baz didn’t seem bothered, unshakeable as he is, but I was quaking. I also didn’t know if his family knew he was gay. Fiona seemed cool, but Baz is cagey at the best of times, and we’d only been together officially for about a week at that point.

“So, Mr. Snow,” Fiona began.

“Just call him Simon,” Baz snapped at the same time that I said, “Yes ma’am!?” He glared at me like it was my fault his aunt looked like she could murder me with her pinky finger.

“Simon,” she simpered, waving a hand in the air and still smirking, and I thought sneers might be hereditary. “What’s your concentration in, Simon?”

I honestly couldn’t tell if she was mocking me or not, but when I glanced at Baz, he gestured at her tiredly and nodded. “Well - my degree’s in digital animation, specifically 2-D. I do a lot of cartoons otherwise, comics and stuff, but I’m planning to work in animation after uni.” She actually seemed pretty interested and asked me some more about my work, and told me she’d love to see something of mine sometime. I agreed happily, and I could tell Baz was kind of impressed we were getting along so well.

She’d brought a Christmas gift with her (a new mug, this one printed with the words ‘Don’t touch me, peasant’ on the side, which I thought was actually fitting), and told me she would’ve brought me something if she’d realized Baz’s new friend was so chill. Baz actually had a gift for her too, a couple of old vinyls wrapped really nicely, and she seemed pretty excited (It took me a while to decide whether or not Baz actually likes his aunt - I finally determined that he does, but it seems like his family doesn’t really know how to express any emotion other than disgust or cruel amusement).

When Fiona finally left, with a few parting jokes and another heavily sarcastic friend comment, Baz slumped down on his couch and groaned very loudly. I dropped down beside him, grinning, and kissed the side of his jaw because I hadn’t touched him once during the hour or so Fiona had been there.

“I take it you didn’t tell your family about me,” I said drily, and he looked at me sideways.

“My family knows I’m queer,” he said slowly, squeezing my hand tightly like he needed an anchor, “but my father isn’t exactly the most accepting. Fiona is, and so is Daphne, for the most part, but I find it easier to just… not bring it up.”

I rested my head against his shoulder, and he leaned his head against mine, and we sat like that for a bit. “I think Fiona figured us out,” I said after a while, and he snorted.

“She’s a Pitch, unfortunately, so she’s sharper than I’d like. All of my mother’s family is.” I nearly started in on him about his mother, curious about what had happened to her, but I decided that was a discussion for another time.

Now, leaning over in my chair, I let out a small whimper as a sudden twinge of pain goes up my arm. The sound startles Baz, who jerks his hand away from the canvas and blinks at me.

“Are you alright, Simon?” he asks, leaning forward on his stool. His eyes flick to the clock, then widen. “Jesus fuck, we’ve been here nearly two hours - you need a break, come on.”

“I can move?”

“Christ, yes, I’m not trying to kill you.” I slowly push myself upright and try not to groan as I let my sore muscles stretch. Baz watches me for a moment, then seems to remember I’m naked and looks away, blushing to the tips of his ears.

He’d been like this earlier, telling me to strip down but staring at his phone until I was seated. He told me to sit leaning over my legs with my elbows resting on my knees, looking down, and it basically concealed everything. We both stopped blushing after the first half hour, at least. I’d thought it would be more embarrassing, but I remembered the live models I’d drawn in my drawing classes - it had just been tiring, not even remotely sexual, and this was much of the same.

“Can I see it so far?” I ask after I put my pants back on, as well as a dressing gown of his, because his apartment is frigid.

“Absolutely not,” he replies, but I walk over anyways, sliding around behind him before he can stop me. I don’t know a lot about oil paints, I only had to take Painting I, but I’ve been slowly relearning everything while I’ve been around Baz more. He hasn’t done much so far, only blocked in a lot of the colors for the backdrop and the base for me, but it still looks amazing. His blending is so smooth, so precise, while still retaining that touch of a deeper feeling. He blows me away.

I loop my arms around his neck, pressing my lips to his cheek and grinning. Baz is grumpy I’m looking at the unfinished painting, but his hands come up and hold my wrists, his thumb passing across the surface of my skin. “It looks amazing so far.”

“You’re supposed to say that,” he grumbles, but I can tell he’s pleased.

“Yes, I am, but it’s also very true,” I say, straightening and stretching again.

He swivels to look at me, tilting his head. “You’re not too sore, are you? We could always stop for the day. It takes so long to dry, we can do more tomorrow.”

I shake my head, dropping my hands to his lap and leaning over him. “I just need a few minutes. I don’t know if I can do a whole lot more, but another hour or two shouldn’t be bad. Maybe another break somewhere in between.”

Baz nods solemnly, and I capture his lips for a quick kiss. I’m getting to know him more and more, and I know that while he likes the kissing, a lot of the time he’s too anxious to in go for one himself. We’re working on that.

“How about some tea?” I ask as I step into his kitchen, fiddling with the kettle without waiting for a response, which is just a soft grunt of approval from the next room. While the water heats, I go back to Baz and crouch in front of him, where he’s still staring at his canvas, a little lost. He usually looks like this when he paints, but it makes him so soft, and I love it.

I gently take his right hand in both of mine and he looks down at me with that little head tilt I associate with him. “Is your hand hurting?” He cramps up a lot, and usually works through it, but I like to help when I can. I press my fingers into his hand, starting at his wrist and working out toward his palm with my thumbs, then slowly up his forearm. His eyes close, a wince now and then, but I know it helps.

“Thank you,” he whispers when we hear the kettle whistling, and I stoop to give him another kiss before hurrying back to the kitchen.

We drink our tea quietly at the table, after I drag him off that damn stool, and I still get a thrill just looking at him. As far as first boyfriends go, I think I sort of hit the jackpot, even if he is a bit of a bristly neurotic a lot of the time.

A few more minutes, and we return to our places. I strip in the most dramatic way possible, basically a strip-tease, and I can see him snickering, even though he’s trying to hide behind his canvas. We settle back into an easier silence, his music filling the space between us.

#carry on #snowbaz #simon snow #baz pitch #rainbow rowell #carry on fanfiction #agatha wellbelove #penelope bunce #simon carry on #baz carry on #tyrannus basilton grimm pitch #fanfiction #writing #my writing #art school au #here we go y'all

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jedifighterpilot2727 · 7 years ago

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Caan you do that as a one shot of Taylor doing exactly that. Leaving tiny drawings on Lexi's home door, her locker, her desk, the library table she studies at (like the nerd she is), etc.... and Lexi just can't help but fall more in love with Taylor

I know I haven’t been updating as much as usual, but I’ve been busy working my #Taylington book!! Look for a title drop tomorrow on my Insta!!

Artwork and Roses

It started out as a classroom doodle, one she’d slipped into Lexi’s book bag to let her know she was thinking about her.

Of course then Lexi had found it, and returned the favor with a single flower - blue salvia - the accompanying note had identified it.

“Thinking of you.”

Was the only other thing the note said - that’s how it always was, just a single flower and a note with the name and meaning of the flower.

They started out fairly simple, declarations of thoughts and feelings that were easy to decipher. As time went on, however; well, Taylor never would have guessed that flowers could have such specific meanings. She had even ordered a book about flower meanings off Amazon to make sure that Lexi wasn’t making some of them up.

She wasn’t, all of the meanings were legit, and Taylor found herself in awe of her girlfriend. Even if Lexi was looking up all of the flowers beforehand, it was still impressive. Not to mention romantic.

Definitely the most romantic act that Taylor had ever been on the receiving end of.

(Lexi claimed that the flowers paled in comparison to Taylor’s sketches, but Taylor felt like she was just being modest.

As time went on and the flowers had gotten more specific, the delivery method had changed too, the first had been delivered with a shy smile and fidgeting hands -

“Umm, so. I got you this, because umm, well, you said you were thinking about me; and that’s what blue salvia means - thinking of you. ‘Cause I do, think about you. Like all the time! Not - not inappropriately! Or in an obsessed way, or anything - just, you know, a normal amount. For one girl to think about another. In a gay way.”

As cute as the rambling is, Taylor doesn’t have the heart to let her keep going

”Lex, thank you, it’s perfect.”

And just like that, the nervous grimace is gone, replaced by a wide smile that seems to make Lexi’s blue eyes sparkle.

“I’ll text you tonight?”

Taylor nods as she feels a dopey grin spread across her face, and Lexi’s smile grows impossibly wider as she leans in to place a quick kiss to Taylor’s lips.

Lexi’s eyes study her for a moment longer before she’s gone, jogging off in the direction of the astronomy building - leaving Taylor to stare after her, dopey smile still firmly in place.

After that first time, the two of them swapping sketches and flowers became a regular occurrence, the delivery getting more and more sneaky as time went on.

Lexi preferred to just leave the flowers where Taylor would stumble across them, occasionally enlisting the help of Mandy or other friends to deliver them personally.

Taylor had resorted to tucking her sketches between the pages of whatever book Lexi was currently engrossed in.

It worked out rather well, and she really hadn’t seen a reason to switch up her M.O.

Until now.

Because now, she has something that won’t really fit between the pages of a book.

It’s a 2’x3’ canvas of watercolor interpretation of ‘Le Bracelet’ by Erte that she had worked on for a re-imagined art project, one that Lexi had ‘oohed’ and ‘ahhed’ over as Taylor had worked on it. Of course, Lexi always had good things to say about Taylor’s projects -except for the ‘Mud on Canvas’, that one was a disaster - but there was something different about this one. Something about the way that Lexi had studied the piece made Taylor want to give it to her.

But she couldn’t just hand it over -

“Hey, umm, I saw you staring at this and I thought you might want it.”

No, that wouldn’t work.

And that’s exactly how she finds herself outside Lexi’s apartment door, twisting the key in her hands.

Lexi had given her the key a month ago, to use when Lexi’s astrophysics class inevitably ran over and Taylor was left waiting around until she got out.

It made sense, and she had used it a couple of times since. The first time she had spent the time awkwardly sitting around the living room, waiting until Lexi showed up. As time went by, she had slowly grown more comfortable being there by herself, but still - nothing like this.

She had never used the key to sneak in, hang up artwork, and sneak out without Lexi knowing.

Mandy had assured her that the romanticism outweighed the creepiness, but still.

She was going to get in and get out, that was her goal.

She had even arranged to meet Lexi in half an hour to ensure that the other girl wouldn’t try and go back to her apartment between classes and catch her in the act.

All she has to do is go in, hang the picture, and leave.

Taking a deep breath, she steels herself, glancing down the hall before turning the key in the lock.

It slides open easily, a fact that Taylor always finds slightly astonishing, (her girlfriend gave her a key to her apartment and hasn’t changed the locks yet!), but she brushes it aside, stepping into the apartment and angling the painting so it won’t hit the doorway. The room is dark, except for the long windows, sunlight streaking through to bathe the opposite wall in a kaleidoscope of fractured light.

She loves Lexi’s apartment, always has, and she takes a moment to soak in the feel of it before moving forward.

It smells like Lexi, in that indescribable way that makes her heart race and simultaneously feel like she’s home.

It’s a feeling that she still hasn’t gotten used to.

She makes her way towards the hallway and the blank section of wall that she’d scoped out previously. It’s obvious enough to be noticed, but enough out of the way to not be too much of an inconvenience if Lexi absolutely hates it.

She really hopes Lexi doesn’t hate it.

On the downside, she hasn’t really put up much in the way of wall art. Her dorm room is decorated with posters and her dad had always taken care of hanging the decorations in the flip houses.

Still, she reasons, it shouldn’t be THAT hard.

She has a hardware store bag of picture hanging supplies - she had pretty much walked through the store and grabbed anything that sounded easy to use and didn’t require any extra tools - so theoretically, she shouldn’t have any trouble.

Easy enough.

Only when she holds up the painting to measure the space out, she quickly realizes that it needs to be higher than she can reach.

Frowning, she ventures into the kitchen, picks up one of the barstools and drags it back with her. Kneeling on the stool gives her just the right height, and she laughs gleefully before digging in her bag for the hanging supplies.

Sticky sided velcro looks to be her best option, and she carefully reads the instructions before pressing the velcro to the painting. The problem comes when she presses the velcro to the wall.

“What’re you doing?”

Lexi’s voice startles her, and she jerks back from the wall, only to lose her balance and find herself falling from the chair.

“Whoah!” Strong arms wrap catch her under the knees and shoulders, and she feels her heart rate accelerate - both from the fall and the unexpected presence. “Close call!”

“Lexi?”

“Sorry, you were falling, and, well …” Lexi shrugs, causing Taylor to shift in her arms.

“No, no, thank you for catching me.” Taylor assures her.

Their eyes lock for a long moment before Lexi clears her throat, gaze flickering to the half hung painting.

“Sorry for breaking in to your apartment.” Taylor mutters, fingers playing with the collar of Lexi’s shirt.

“Mmm, are you sorry for breaking in or sorry for getting caught?”

Taylor’s mouth works, studying the side of Lexi’s face until the other girl turns, one eyebrow raised and Taylor realizes that she’s been had.

“I gave you the key to use, you know. I just didn’t expect to come home and find you redecorating.” Lexi lowers her to the ground but keeps an arm around her waist as they both look at the painting.

“Oh, well, it was supposed to be a surprise.”

“Oh, you were surprised alright.” Lexi quirks, and Taylor lets the back of her hand smack lightly against her shoulder.

“It’s a little crooked.” She laments, tilting her head to the side.

“Why’d you put it in the hallway, anyway?”

“Well, in case you hated it, I figured you wouldn’t have to look at it that much in here.”

Lexi looks back to her, eyes rolling.

“Really?”

“What? It made sense in my head!”

“Ok, well first, we’re going go eat lunch, and then we’re going to come back here and I’ll show you how to hang a straight painting - in the living room, where you can actually see it.”

Lexi’s hand presses at her back, and she lets herself get guided towards the door, unable to resist -

“Well, the painting isn’t exactly straight …“

If you like this chapter, please be sure to like, comment and reblog! It features my original characters which I plan on turning into a full length novel so any feedback I get is like gold! (plus it helps gauge interest - i don't want to write a book no one wants to read!)

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nauseateddrive · 4 years ago

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THE DISCONNECT by Zachary Toombs

“What is this place?”

“Just a spot I found a while ago.”

The pair of them sat on that wooden skeleton of a rooftop, facing the endless forest. She rubbed her shins every so often when the wind picked up and nipped at them.

He cracked open the tall can he’d gotten. “I hope this is as good as you say it is.”

“It’s stupid that guys have to conform to only drinking beer.” She chuckled. “I promise I won’t call you a pussy.”

He slurped a little. “You know, beer fucking sucks.”

She snickered.

“This shit,” he said, holding up the can, “is great.”

She cracked hers open.

“What’d you get again?” he asked.

“I always drink this. Spiked seltzer.”

“I can’t believe I love canned margaritas.” He shook his head as he took another gulp. “But fuck, if this is the gold standard, I’m gonna have a lot more of them.”

“You’re funny.”

“So,” he said after swallowing. “Where do you live again?”

“The other side of town,” she replied, nodding. “On Hurst.”

“I’ve got a buddy that lives there.” He scoffed. “Well, he was a buddy.”

“What do you mean? Who?”

“Jimmy Kenning.”

“Is it bad that I don’t know him?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know.” He sipped from his margarita. “We used to make movies together.”

“Movies?”

“Yeah.” He chuckled. “They were stupid little short films, mostly.” He turned and looked at her. “But we were planning a feature. I spent a whole summer writing it and revising it and table-reading it with other friends.” He shook his head with a smile. “It was awesome.”

“That does sound really awesome.” She raised her eyebrows.

He nodded.

“What happened with you two?”

“Well, when it got time to shoot it…” He buried his face into his palm. “No, it’s stupid.”

“Come on, I want to know!” She tugged at his arm.

“Well, the whole thing with the script was that it focused on a closeted gay man.” He looked at her briefly, pausing.

She nodded with a smile.

“And he has this friend through all three acts. Well, actually, two and a half acts.” He took a quick gulp of his drink. “By the end of it, he confesses his love to this friend. Of course, before then, there are little hints and blips of foreshadowing that lead up to it.”

“That’s sweet.”

“It was my way of confessing my love for Jimmy. We were going to play the two leads.”

She looked into his eyes. Hesitant. “O-oh. Does that mean you’re—”

“Oh!” He laughed. “I’m bi. I didn’t totally fool or catfish you or whatever. I promise.”

She laughed too.

“You see, you’re accepting of that.” He shook his head, and the rippling trail of his smile faded. “Jimmy wasn’t.”

“What did he do, if I can ask?”

The silence came, then. It was sharp and hot and prickly, but in direct dissonance with the birds and teeming insects.

“Well.” He bit his lip. “He read it and was really enjoying it until he got to that point.”

***

They only ordered a couple of coffees—which they drank black, because that’s what artists do—and some soup. People who had jobs, lives, and actual schedules hurried about the diner and talked on cell phones with colleagues. They seemed above the two of them, on another plain of existence.

Jimmy read the title again, his steaming cup to his lips. “‘The Disconnect.’” He raised his eyebrows and bobbed his head.

Cameron rubbed his cup of coffee with a stiff thumb. The ceramic could fragment at any moment with that amount of pressure. “Well, I hope you enjoyed it.”

“I did.” Jimmy scratched his chin. “Their relationship is so—”

“It’s not one-dimensional, is it?”

Jimmy chuckled. “No, not at all. I was gonna say the opposite, actually. It’s really authentic.”

Cam sighed, shakily. He tried to shed at least one layer of anxiety. “Thanks.”

“And, at first the end was a shock, but it made sense to me once I thought it over.” He exhaled. “I’m really impressed, Cam. It’s such a you piece.”

“Thank you. It means a lot.”

“Who’d you have in mind for casting?” He took a sip of coffee. “You thinking about doing a call?”

“Well,” he began. “I was thinking we could fill the roles.”

Silverware clinked. Someone’s cell phone rang and wouldn’t stop. Each sounding of the ringtone blared and blared in a crescendo.

“Cam,” Jimmy began. He stared, perhaps to draw an admission of sarcasm. “You’re serious?”

“I mean,” Cam rubbed the cup of coffee harder and faster, “I know how you feel about being on camera, but as artists, we need to push ourselves out of each other’s comfort zones and—”

“What is this?” He shook his head, script in hand. “Seriously, what is this?”

Cam looked at him, tears on the fringes and legs shaking. “I love you,” he said.

Jimmy scoffed. “Are you fucking joking?” He buried his face in both hands, which rubbed. “Oh my god…”

“Jimmy, I—”

He lifted his head up, shooting a glare. That brought silence. “I can’t believe you.”

Jimmy hurried to his feet. He tossed the script toward their booth vaguely, the pages flapping until they hit the tile floor.

Cam felt the tears come. He rubbed his mug hard at first, before befalling to his emotions entirely. He gave his wet cheek to the table. Idiot, he told himself. Why are you such an idiot?

***

“I’m over it, though.” Cam finished the margarita, throwing the can into the forest. “Fuck that guy.”

“Wow,” she said, half-ignoring his remark. “You’re so brave.”

“What? No, I’m not.” He shook his head vehemently. “The whole thing was just stupid.”

“No, I really mean it, Cameron.” She smiled. “You didn’t have to tell me that, and you did.”

“Like I said.” He sniffled. “I’m over it.”

“It’s okay not to be, you know.” She sipped from her seltzer. “I have regrets from, like, eighth grade, still.”

“Regrets?”

“Yeah. More than just an embarrassing tattoo.” She rubbed her shins. “Which I do have.”

“You’ve got to show me before the end of the night.”

“Yeah, we’ll have to see about that,” she said through her teeth.

“What actual regrets do you have, though?” he asked.

She hesitated. Sighed. “I don’t know. A ton.”

“You don’t have to share, of course. That goes without saying.”

“I will though, I will.” She laughed. “You know it’s funny, Cameron.”

“You can just call me ‘Cam’ by the way.”

“Oh, okay. Well, Cam, I was going to say I just think it’s funny.” She giggled.

“What is it?”

“I don’t know!” she protested, still giggling. “I just feel like I’ve known you for a while.”

“Yeah, me too.” His fingers raked his scalp. “Well, actually, it feels like I’ve known you for a while, not that I’ve known me for a while, because obviously I have.”

She took a sip of seltzer, humming quirkily.

“You’re working through that drink pretty slowly, even though I’ve been running my mouth this whole time.”

“Do you want to help me finish it?” she asked, shoving the drink in his face.

“Okay.” He took the can. “A night of firsts. Margaritas, online date, spiked seltzer; what else?” Cam chugged.

“It’s my first online date too.” She scratched her cheek. “I was kind of hoping for just sex at first, but, I’m glad it’s turned into more than that.”

“Me too,” he said quickly. “And holy shit, this seltzer’s made me even gayer.”

She started laughing with her nose scrunched. “You’re fucking hysterical.”

“Hey,” he began, turning stern all of the sudden. “Regrets. Remember.”

“Okay,” she said, begrudgingly.

***

That highway always looked the same. Even if the sun hit the asphalt from a clear sky, the road appeared muddy. There must’ve been construction underway for the better part of a decade, and the same orange cones sat there, collecting weather.

Meaningless traffic.

Just watching the rain patter against the windshield. Following the wipers whir and skid across the glass. Mundane. Irritating.

“I really have to go?” she asked.

Her mother huffed. “It would mean a lot to your father.”

“I didn’t even know this guy.”

“But you know your father, right? And if this means a lot to your father, then it should mean a lot to you, Abby.”

She sighed. Impenetrable silence. The sort Abby couldn’t really fragment with any quip or rebuttal. How could anyone, really? Even if she conjured the most incredible weapon of a sentence, a swift lecture would follow.

Her mother enjoyed those.

“You’re not even going,” Abby said. Perhaps an argument she could defend would do.

“I can’t help with your tuition if I’m not seeing these extra patients.”

Abby sighed.

“But that doesn’t mean you get to just blow Kevin’s wake off.” Her hands smacked the steering wheel between each sentence. “I know it’s your day off, and I know you’ve been having a tough time recently, but…”

A tough time. Abby’s mother knew the mere surface. She had told her about the time she tried acid, but not about the weeks of unbearable depression or random bouts of anxiety that crashed into her. Plus, the acid didn’t really bother her like she said it did. She may had even tried it again. But that wasn’t the point. Abby didn’t want to open up to anyone, let alone her mother, who judged first and gave sound advice second. It was already enough work hiding the smell of cigarettes, which she started smoking to cope with all this.

Everything was gaining ground on her.

“Alright, sweetie?” Her mother’s tone had lightened since Abby started ignoring her.

“Yup.”

They got off the highway. Exit forty-two. There was a deli near the funeral home. Abby didn’t eat breakfast or lunch, so, a roast beef sandwich appealed to her stomach. Most of the time she forgot to eat, and even though it was six-forty-five, she really didn’t feel too ravenous. She could wait until tomorrow if she really wanted to.

Abby watched the deli pass. But after a few more buildings, the funeral home appeared, with a hive of cars surrounding it.

“Text me when you and your dad get home,” her mother said as Abby stepped out of the car. “I love you.”

Abby shut the door.

And after her mother drove away, she pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

***

“I never said it back.”

The night’s ambient symphony filled the silence. The slight breeze. The groaning of tree trunks and rippling of leaves.

“My mom died on her way to work. Some piece of shit in a ‘72 Gran Torino totaled her car.” She finished her drink and threw the can away.

“I’m sorry,” Cam said. “I can’t imagine what that’s like.”

“It’s so selfish of me, too.” Abby scoffed. “And for what? A stupid day off?”

“I think you blame yourself too much, if I can say.” Cam scratched his cheekbone. “It was just another ordinary argument. And, I don’t know how things were between you guys, but you probably would’ve had some animosity for a day.”

She fended off tears.

“Then you’d make up. Someone would apologize before the other person would.” He snickered. “She wouldn’t want to see you like this, Abby.”

“Thank you.” She wiped her eyes with pulled down sleeves. “That really does help me. I mean it.” Sirens echoed in the distance, over the trees. “What happened with you and Jimmy after that?”

“I haven’t talked to him since.”

“It would be worth it to try.” She gazed into his eyes. “If not for his second chance, then for yours.”

“You think I should?”

“I do.” She nodded. “You can come over before or after you do it.” Abby smiled. “You know what street I’m on.”

He laughed. “Yeah, I do.”

***

It was a small, yellow ranch. The front screen hadn’t been replaced since he’d been there, and the front lawn was overgrown in the same places. That identical plastic fence held nothing but weeds out back.

But he didn’t recognize the car. He remembered Jimmy’s parents always driving Audis.

It didn’t matter what sort of financial drought they were trapped in. It was always Audis. Today, beneath a powdery blue sky laced with strands of clouds, a Honda sat in the gravel.

Cam rubbed his jacket zipper with a stiff thumb. Faster as the seconds passed. He took a step forward, prepping himself for whomever may answer. They could’ve moved. Jimmy could have left Hurst street and the town and all of it to pursue something else. What if Cameron was the reason Jimmy diverged from the path of an artist?

What if it was all his fault?

He knocked, gentle at first, half-regretting his decision already. But when he realized the choice had already been made, he knocked harder and more pronounced. Cam exhaled, tapping his foot on their stoop excessively. “Oh god, what are you doing? What are you doing, Cameron?” he murmured to himself.

The front door’s seal broke. Its hinges groaned as it opened further.

“Cam?”

“Hey.”

He was thinner—no, leaner—than Cam had remembered. But Jimmy stood before him, mind and soul, in the same—albeit trimmed—shell. “H-how’ve you been?”

Cameron rubbed his nose. “Good.”

“Come in, man, come in.” Jimmy opened the screen for him, allowing Cam to step foot into his home. “I’ve missed you.”

They stood in the foyer for a second, inspecting each other to reacquaint. And as Cameron lingered on his chest—on the text of his sweatshirt—he felt the swift embrace of Jimmy.

“I’m sorry,” Jimmy said through a heavy throat. “I was such an idiot, then, such an idiot.”

“It’s okay,” Cam said, wrapping his arms tight around him. “It is, Jimmy.”

The pair of them stood, the house’s walls sputtering with sounds of pipes.

“Come on,” Cam said. “I want you to meet someone.”

Zachary Toombs is a published author, artist, and filmmaker with works in Fine Lines Creative Journal, Mad Swirl and Freedom Fiction. His artwork is typically done with ink on paper, and is available to view on his Instagram page @toombszachary

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sevens-evan · 7 years ago

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like a river flows (surely to the sea)

author: daisys-quake

prompt fill for anon: “arrangedmarriage! AU or fake marriage!AU of WestAllen”

rated: pg

pairing: barry allen/iris west

word count: 2079

summary: Barry wins tickets to a couples’ cruise. Clearly, the logical and best course of action is to ask Iris to go as his wife. Featuring Barry, Iris, a cameo from Cisco, and an old British woman who takes no shit.

a/n: this is lowkey cracky and i’m pretty sure i remember “cruise au” being a trope back in my ffnet days, but i hope you enjoy it anyway! not sure i filled the prompt properly, but i think it’s pretty good. my first try writing westallen, so hmu with any tips on characterization! enjoy :)

“This is the worst idea you’ve ever had.”

“That’s not true.”

“Name one idea of yours worse than this.”

“In Mexico—“

“We agreed not to talk about Mexico.”

“Well, you asked.”

“I asked for one dumber idea. Mexico was, like, an entire month of bad ideas.”

“It was not!” Iris raises her eyebrows at Barry skeptically. “Okay, it kinda was,” he admits. “But it was fun, right?” Iris gives him a flat look. “Right?”

“Alright, yes, fine, it was fun,” Iris relents, rolling her eyes as Barry fist pumps in victory. “In between the getting drunk, getting lost, and getting deported, it was fun. But that doesn’t mean I want to do it again.”

“We can’t get deported from a cruise ship, Iris. It’s technically under US jurisdiction. I looked it up.”

“Of course you did.” Iris shakes her head. “So instead of deportation, we get thrown in American jail instead of Mexican. Sounds good.”

“They’re not going to arrest us for being on a cruise ship,” Barry says with a dismissive wave of his hand. “Worst case scenario they’ll charge us for the tickets.”

“Speaking of the tickets, why exactly did you enter a drawing for tickets for a couples’ cruise?”

“Well, originally I thought it was a gay couples’ cruise,” Barry says, like that explains everything.

“Explain?” Iris asks, knitting her eyebrows in a bemused, vaguely irritated way.

“I was gonna go with Cisco,” Barry says. “But then it wasn’t a gay cruise, and I definitely wasn’t going to go with Caitlin, so—“

“So I’m your only other female friend,” Iris completes. “Glad to know I’m your last choice.”

“That wasn’t it at all,” Barry protests. “You’re not my last choice.” Iris smiles.

“I know,” she reassures him. “I’m just kidding. So when is this cruise, anyway?”

“It starts Saturday.”

“Saturday? Oh my God, Barry, I have to pack.”

“So that means you’re going?”

XxX

“So I asked Iris.”

“As friends though, right?”

“…”

“You’re an idiot, man.”

“I know.”

“You’re in love with her, Barry. Why would you ask her to pretend to be married?”

“Well, I can’t go with you since it’s a straight cruise, and I wasn't gonna ask Caitlin.”

“…That’s fair.”

“She wouldn’t think it was funny.”

“Nope. Well, good luck, man. You’re totally screwed, but good luck.”

“Thanks, Cisco.”

XxX

“So how long have you two been married?” an old British woman asks Barry on their first day on the ship. Iris is wandering the upper deck, taking photos of the ocean. Barry has claimed a table in a cafe and is watching her through the window while nursing an iced coffee. The British woman had sat down next to him a few minutes ago. She’s probably in her sixties (Barry and Iris are the only people under forty they’ve seen), and she’s wearing the most brightly colored sweater Barry has ever seen, despite the fact that it’s easily eighty degrees out.

“Me and Iris? Four years,” Barry lies on the spot. They hadn’t exactly planned a backstory; Iris had wanted to, but Barry had dismissed the idea, assuming no one would ask. Clearly (and unsurprisingly), he was wrong.

“You must have married quite young then,” the woman comments. Her tone is just a little bit judging.

“We grew up together,” Barry explains. He’s not sure why he’s defensive of his fictional relationship with Iris, but he doesn’t like the woman’s tone.

“Well, count yourself lucky then,” the woman says. “Took me fifty-two years to meet my husband, and another four to marry him.” She smiles at Barry. “You two seem like you’ll last.”

“Why do you say that?” Barry asks.”I mean, I agree, of course I agree, I think we’ll last, too, like, forever. I mean that’s kinda the whole point of getting married and all, I just mean—“ he cuts himself off, because the old woman doesn’t seem inclined to do so anytime soon.

“You didn’t look away from her until I started talking,” she says. Barry blinks in surprise and glances back out the window. Iris is leaning against the rail now, across the deck, eyes closed and head tilted back, enjoying the sunlight.

“Why would I?” he asks, and the honesty in his own voice surprises him. The woman smiles.

“I’ll leave you to it,” she tells him, picks up her coffee, and walks away. Barry waits only a few moments before he picks up his own drink and walks out the door to the main deck. Iris is fiddling with her camera now, but she looks up and smiles when he draws near.

“So we grew up together and have been married for four years,” he tells her without preamble.

“I told you we needed a backstory.”

“Okay, listen—“

“I was right, wasn’t I?” Iris asks, raising her eyebrows at him. She looks gorgeous, in the sunlight, with her hair loose and the ocean behind her, so instead of arguing, Barry just smiles.

“Yeah,” he agrees. “You were right.” Iris grins at him, taking the iced coffee from his hand and taking a sip.

“Not bad,” she decides. “I can make better, but not bad.” Barry shakes his head, smiling. He opens his arms for a hug. Iris gives him an inquisitive look, but steps forward and hugs him anyway. “What was that for?” she asks. Barry shrugs.

“I’m glad we’re here,” he says vaguely. “I was right, too, you know.”

“How’s that?”

“You’re having fun.” Iris shakes her head, sips Barry’s coffee again (which is probably her coffee at this point; Barry highly doubts he’s getting it back).

“Dumbass,” she says, pushing him lightly. Love you too, she means.

XxX

“So, are you two planning to have children?” the British woman (whose name is Frankie, as Barry had discovered at dinner that first night) asks over breakfast on the third day.

“Yeah, absolutely,” Barry says.

“No,” Iris says at the same time. They exchange a look, and Barry’s eyes go wide with concern. “It’s a discussion in progress,” Iris amends with a guileless, easy smile. Barry smiles at her. She’s looking at Frankie, and Iris doesn’t see the look on his face, but he can feel Frankie’s eyes on him. He’s vaguely aware that he probably looks stupidly in love with Iris, but he is stupidly in love with Iris, and besides, they’re pretending to be married. Now’s probably the only chance he’ll ever get to look at her like this.

“Well, I’m sure whatever you decide, you’ll be happy,” Frankie says. “Although I think you two would make excellent parents.” Iris’s smile slips a bit, and she doesn’t seem quite sure how to respond to that.

“I think we would, too,” Barry says. Iris looks up at him, glaring daggers. He just grins at her. “Don’t you agree, honey?”

“Absolutely,” Iris says to Frankie through gritted teeth and another smile, this one visibly forced. Frankie just smiles at them both. “Barry, honey, let’s go up to the top deck, I want to look at the ocean.” Barry recognizes the tone of her voice, the one that says you’re in so much trouble.

“Nice talking to you, Frankie,” Barry says, picking up his styrofoam coffee cup and setting his napkin by his plate. She waves goodbye with a cryptic smile, and Barry follows his best friend out of the room.

“What the hell, Barry,” Iris hisses, stopping in an empty hallway. Barry grins.

“It was funny.”

“It was not!” Iris sounds genuinely angry, and the smile slips off of Barry’s face.

“Hey,” he says, reaching out and resting his hand on her arm. “Hey, I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to make you mad, alright? I was just trying to be funny.” Iris shakes her head.

“I'm not laughing.”

“Okay,” Barry says. “Won’t happen again, then.” Iris nods, still looking displeased. “You still want to go to the top deck?” She nods.

“You’re buying me something to make up for that,” she tells him. “Kids.” She scoffs, turning away and marching off down the hall. “Come on.” He follows her down the hallway, digging through his pockets.

“I have twelve dollars and fifteen cents,” he calls after her. “Do you want, like, a t-shirt? On clearance?”

XxX

The last night, Barry watches the sunset from the cafe. Iris is outside, taking photos again. She seems determined to document the entire trip, if only to prove to people she meets in the future that she actually did go on a cruise while pretending to be married to her best friend. Or at least, that’s the explanation she gave Barry when he asked.

“Had a good trip?” Frankie asks, sitting down across from Barry. He glances away from Iris and over at the old woman who has become a bit of a friend over the past week.

“Better than I expected,” Barry says. It has been; the way his heart twinges every time the sun catches Iris’s fake wedding ring hasn’t hurt nearly as much as he expected, and she’s been smiling so much, and she looks happy, so things have been good. “Shouldn’t you be out there with your husband? It’s a pretty romantic sunset.”

“My husband isn’t here,” Frankie says. Barry frowns at her, confused. “He passed away two months ago. He bought these tickets as an anniversary gift a few weeks before.”

“Oh,” Barry whispers. “I’m sorry.” Frankie shakes her head.

“Don’t be,” she says. “I married someone I truly loved and was happy. That’s more than most people can say.” Barry nods, unsure of what to say. “I’m glad your trip was enjoyable,” Frankie says. “I’m going to retire to bed, but a word of advice, Mr. Allen?” Barry looks over at her. “You should tell Iris how you really feel about her.” Barry feels a chill of fear run down his spine.

“What are you talking about?” he asks in a high-pitched voice. “We’re married.” Frankie rolls her eyes at him.

“You’re fooling everyone else,” she tells him. “You look at her like you’re married. But you can’t fool me.” She stands. “You should tell her,” she repeats.

“I can’t,” Barry says, looking out the window at Iris. “She doesn’t feel the same way.”

“Do you actually believe that?” Frankie asks, shaking her head. Barry just blinks at her, confused. She sighs. “Bloody clueless,” she mutters. “Why do you think she got all bothered when I asked about children? It made her think about a future with you, and it scared her that she wanted it.” Barry doesn’t answer. “Look, Mr. Allen,” Frankie says, in the tone of someone who is utterly sick and tired of another’s bullshit. “I learned quite a bit from my marriage, but I think the two most important things are that it’s never too late to be honest with someone, and that love is worth the risk. Go tell her, Barry. No matter what happens, the day will come that you’re glad you did it.” With that, she walks away. Barry turns back to the window, but Iris is gone. He frowns, searching the deck, but he doesn’t see her anywhere.

“Hey,” Iris says from behind him, carrying a soda. “Was that Frankie?” She steps forward, as if to take the seat that Frankie had just left, but Barry stands up in her path and, in one movement, pulled her forward, leaned down, and kissed her.

Iris doesn’t pull away. She kisses him back, and it makes Barry feel like his soul is expanding inside him. It’s everything.

“What was that for?” Iris murmurs when Barry pulls away, her eyes half-lidded and her voice soft.

“I’m in love with you,” Barry blurts out. Iris’s jaw drops slightly, but Barry keeps talking, rambling now. “I’m in love with you, and I think I always have been, and I’m sure I always will be. And I’m sorry I never told you before, but I’m telling you now and I just…I don’t need you to love me back, I just want you to know.” Iris stares up at him for a few moments before smiling, as beautiful as always.

“You coulda told me this before marrying me,” she says cheekily. She leans in, kisses his cheek, lips brushing the corner of his mouth. “I love you, too. It’s about time you got your head out of your ass and actually said something.” Barry stares at her, speechless. Iris just smiles and offers him a hand. “Come on. It’s a really romantic sunset."

a/n: hope you enjoyed! leave a like or reblog if you did. requests are open if you want me to write you a fic! follows are much appreciated :) til next time!

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ao3-hipster-fangirl-trash · 8 years ago

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Take it like a trooper

(NOT MY GIF)

ok so this one i actually have the word count for: 2339 words

prompt: Can you do a storm pilot fan fiction where Fin feels like he doesn’t belong and Poe and Leia are just to nice to ask him to leave bonus: make somebody tell him that he’s just a stormtrooper nobody wants extra bonus: if Poe is prepared to/does fight them to get them to leave Finn alone

harsh... i like it

warnings: fighting, self hate

other than that, its all good! oh and hella gay ok continue

sophie x

Finn didn’t feel like he fit in the resistance. He never had. Even on the very first day people around him were bustling around trying to get somewhere where he didn't know was, and everyone was doing something, the only thing he seemed to do was either for Rey or Poe, wether it was helping the ‘greatest pilot in the resistance’ with tinkering and improving his ship, or wether it was being the person that Rey sparred with, no one really paid him any mind, and he prefered it that way to how it was now.

Someone in the ranks had heard something, probably from a prisoner or had put two and two together and eventually realised what Finn was, at least what they thought he was.

Now, not even westley would approach him to say good morning, and no one would dare look him in the eye.

The few that did try and talk to him were either Chewie, the general, Rey and Poe. Of course, when it wasn’t them it was usually some angry pilots whom had taken it upon themselves to make Finn’s life a living hell. Funnily enough he only did this when Rey and Poe were gone, and today they were doing rounds to Maz’s Palace, leaving Finn to feel like a piece of Ton Ton meat on a butchers hook.

He had just finished a meeting with the general after discussing ways that the first order might upgrade their technology, the had done it before and they could do it again, as well as their harvesting of kyber crystals. He pushed the firm double doors open from her council chamber and walked up the stairs to the tarmac, where Poe should be arriving from soon, when he got the feeling that he was suddenly being watched, as if two eyes were trying to burn holes in his back, no wait four, oh no, six.

He froze when a figure stepped out in front of him and blocked his path to the tarmac, however the light shining from the outside was enough to make him look like simply a large black shape, with no facial features whatsoever, yet when he spoke, finn was certain he could hear him sneer.

“Hey stormy, how many people d’ya kill?” the sheer anger and disgust was evident. Of course it would be. Many people on this base had lost family members to the first order, to nameless thugs or people dressed in sharp white, only allowing the blood to be seen more clearly after they had done their deed. Some had even been privy to the slashing of a red tool of execution humming in content as it claimed another, and another, and another. Finn knew all too well the burn of that sabre.

“None.” he replied shortly, trying to maneuver his way round the man, guarding the doorway like a stray akk dog, which he had been so unfortunate to run into on Anoat.

The group laughed dryly at his response, a couple letting themself snicker before regaining their composure and standing back to their original stances, legs firmly planted on the ground, arms crossed as if shielding themselves from what he had to say.

“Then how come some people have seen you killing? Seen a guy in a white mask killing?” this man must have seriously hurt his head as a child, because Finn could find no other reason to why he would not be able to understand the concept of uniform.

“Because all stormtroopers wear white.” he said, almost in a patronising tone.

“Ah ha! And how do you know that.” he replied smugly, leaning against the wall as if it would support his argument in some way or another.

“Because i have common sense.” Finn muttered. Of course, in hindsight, it wasn't the best idea to say that to men whom had probably lost a loved one to the same people he seemed to be defending, and that perhaps it would have made sense to simply explain the concept of uniform to them as if he were talking about the resistance jackets, or perhaps the resistance planes, but unfortunately, a painful and sudden whack to the back of the head seemed to have taken all of the common sense from him.

Falling to his knees, he felt his hand go to the area where he had been his only to remove it due to the presence of a hot, sticky substance, and when he examined the substance, he saw a few drops of scarlet on his fingers, dripping onto the cuff of Poe’s jacket.

Another blow came, except this time from the front, landing squarely on his jaw, causing pain, and probably a bruise, to bloom in the area. Then a kick to the stomach, winding him, then one to the nose, knocking him to the ground.

Pain was emanating from everywhere as all four of the men began to kick vigorously, blow after blow after blow after blow, each one with more force than the rest.

“Fight back!” one of them screamed, but he couldn’t find it in himself to do it.

That kick was for the mother he could have saved, that one was for the sister which they dragged away screaming. This one was for the brother, and that one for the father who would never see each other again. Every blow became the faces of people whom he watched disappeared. He may not have killed anyone, but he had definitely not stopped them from dying.

“Finn!” someone was screaming his name, but he couldn’t be sure, blood was rushing through his ears and he felt himself becoming short of breath, each time he inhaled it seemed to become more and more painful and he was vaguely aware of another figure coming to join the gang. Of course, he wasn't surprised, this was probably what everyone wanted right? The stormtrooper to be punished.

Suddenly, one set of feet stopped, becoming absent from the group leaving Finn to draw in a small breath, before he heard a sickening crack. Not from him though, from just above where the man he had seen running forwards was gripping the hems of the main attackers jacket, yet this one looked different to most jackets because there were small drip designs that seemed to be moving and, oh, was his nose supposed to bend that way?

He saw the man flop to the floor before feeling the other three attackers suddenly halt their onslaught, and yet again heard sickening cracks resonating through the hallway and probably out to the other pilots.

Letting out a breath, Finn relaxed and let himself sink into the ground, however he became aware of a pair of boots which seemed to be circling him. Ah well, let them do what they want, he was on the verge of unconsciousness anyway.

“Finn?” a voice softly whispered towards him, not in a threatening way like the men before, but in a worried, scared way which made Finn puzzled.

The boots were now joined by a set of knees and arms, and before long, a face. Of course, even in this state, Finn could easily recognise those dark curls and warm caramel eyes, yet, his mouth wasn’t doing the thing that it usually did, what was that thing? Oh yeah, smiling. He wasn't smiling, in fact he was doing the opposite of smiling, he was frowning. Finn didn’t like it, it didn't suit him.

“Finn can I pick you up? I need to take you to the med bay and to do that i need to pick you up, is that alright?” Finn felt himself nod slowly before closing his eyes. The light from outside was getting too strong and he could feel the pounding in his head increasing.

Suddenly he felt his left side start to burn, as it was shifted and pulled upwards, extracting a sharp, pained groan. Poe seemed to freeze, before taking in a sharp breath and wrapping an arm around FInn’s waist, almost tentatively.

He pulled Finn up the stairs, carefully navigating one at a time and ending up on the main tarmac, where people had begun to gather around to see what all of the commotion was about.

Poe seemed to be muttering something in another language, under his breath as he distractedly waded through the crowds towards the med bay, his arm ever so slightly tightening its grip around Finn’s waist, some would say protectively, and Poe was definitely part of those some.

When they finally made it to the med bay, Finn collapsed onto the bed as Poe had put him down. The pilot walked towards the main nurse and explained to him what had happened. During this time, two other nurses had joined Finn and was examining his injuries, first by applying light pressure around the body, then to moving his legs, and as they began to move his right arm, Finn gave out a scream in pain.

Instantly Poe ran over to see what all of the commotion was about, hearing a nurse whisperer something about a broken humerus.

He sat down on a chair between the bed and the doorway, almost blocking out everyone else. He was scanning Finn’s face for any sort of sigh, or why he may have let this happen to himself, but nothing came across to him, apart from a violet bruise on his jawline, and what was eventually going to be a swollen eye.

“Why didn't you fight back?” his voice seemed small, compared to the usually loud and energetic way he spoke when face to face with Finn.

Finn didn’t move, he just kept staring into the space above him, and possibly further. Perhaps he hadn’t heard the question, perhaps he didn’t want to, but either way, he most definitely didn’t answer.

Poe moved his hand from his own lap onto the top of Finn’s left arm, as if trying to pull him back to reality.

“Finn?” still no response.

“Finn please.” in that moment, not that he would like to admit it, Poe Dameron was scared. He was afraid of what those men would of done to Finn if he weren’t there, he was scared to why Finn wasn’t talking, and most of all, he was afraid it would happen again. He was scared for Finn.

Finn turned his head and looked at Poe, trying to gauge some sort of emotion from him, yet he simply couldn’t focus on one. Every feeling that had ever taken over him became something that he couldn’t control and Poe felt a single tear start to travel from his eye.

“Why did you let them hurt you?”

The vulnerability in Poe’s voice seemed to set off a match in Finn, something that he didn’t want to hear. This was the best pilot in the resistance and he was crying over some ex stormtrooper?

“They were right.” he whispered out.

Poe looked back up.

“What do you mean they were right?

“They were right to do it, I’m a stormtrooper, and every stormtrooper deserves all the bad that happens to them.”

Poe felt somewhat taken aback. Perhaps it was the fact that he still called himself a stormtrooper, or perhaps it was the bitter tone in his voice, or even how much he seemed to hate what he was rather than who he was, either way it momentarily stopped Poe in his tracks.

“But you didn’t hurt anyone.” he replied slowly, scooting closer and closer towards Finn until they were side to side, shoulders touching, with Poe almost having sat on the bed.

Finn laughed coldly, hanging his head and letting some of the anger which he had desperately been trying to hold back free. Not holding it back because it could hurt someone else, holding it back because it may hint to how much he had been mentally hurting himself.

“I didn’t help them either.” bitterness had laced Finn’s voice and made the statement sound so cruel.

Finn felt a warmth on his hand as he looked down to see Poe’s resting atop his, and let his hand be turned over before palms met palms and Poe gently pushed Finn’s fingers apart to make room for his own, then settling by wrapping themselves around each other.

Looking back up, Finn saw an element of, pride? That was what it was Poe’s eyes were filled with pride. Why they were eluded Finn. perhaps it was some sort of an inside joke? He wouldn’t have been surprised, he always seemed to be the punchline of jokes.

Very gently, Poe got his other arm to move towards Finn’s cheek, careful to avoid the bruise, and moved his face towards his, and finally, when their foreheads were touching, he saw Finn’s eyes flit down to his lips then back to his eyes.

“You helped me.” Poe whispered.

Finn felt himself lean forwards and meet Poe’s lips, as he let go of his hand and brought his good arm to wrap around Poes’ neck. Their lips moved in sync as they moulded against each other and gently caressed the latter’s. Finn’s hand began to grab fistfulls of Poe’s shirt whilst Poe’s free hand seem to have wandered to Finn’s stomach. As he began to playfully push against it, Finn hissed.

They both pulled away and drew in breath, both of them flushed and both of them equally wishing that it didn't have to end there.

Poe gave Finn a playful smirk and leant to his ear.

“Ya know, if you heal quickly we could resume this some other time?”

Finn gave Poe a laugh, and smiled up at him.

“Maybe, definitely.”

It was Poe’s turn to smile, ad he gently gave Finn a gentle kiss, before standing.

“Sorry, but i have to go.” he whispered. Finn simply smiled in response.

As he watched the pilot walk away, he had a thought that would drive him on to the future.

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sunokasai · 8 years ago

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HAPPY (belated) BIRTHDAY, CARUSO! :D

@icaruswings87 celebrated her birthday yesterday, so I tried to get her fic she won in the giveaway done. And.... here it is! :D

A huge thank you, @nozoroomie, who volunteered to be my beta.

Following is the prompt that Caruso sent in and that inspired the fic. I hope you’ll enjoy reading.

For the Giveaway! Nozoeli (of course) and I think that I want something from your Family AU if I win. I'm torn between 'finding time for ourselves' and 'the family celebrating Nozomi's birthday/Mother's day'. Basically it would be Eli rallying the kids and somehow keeping them quiet about a big surprise for Nozomi and then once that is done giving the parfait gays a nice scene where Eli surprises her with a special date. It's pretty gay, but I'm sure you won't mind LMAO. Congrats on followers!

“Aren‘t they ready yet?“ Nico looks out of her room and towards her parents bedroom, Rin and Honoka right behind her. Across from her Hanayo and Kotori do the same out of their own room.

“Act normal, we don‘t want them to get suspicious.” Maki says, walking down the hallway to gently push her siblings back in their rooms. “Come out once they call for you.”

While Hanayo and Kotori retreat back and close the door the triplets pout.

“But we wanna see how mama and mom look.” Honoka peeks around the corner once more just to be picked up by Maki on the collar of her shirt.

“You’ll see them in the living room. You know they’d never go without checking on all of us first.” She is getting annoyed but can’t blame her siblings to be curious. If she recalls correctly they have never seen her parents dressing up beforehand.

Walking towards the door Maki looks towards the living room. “Umi?” She calls of her sister as silent as possible, careful not to get her parents attention.

“What is it?” Blue hair appears in the doorway as Umi sends her a questioning gaze.

“Can you handle stuff alone until mama and mom call us together? I am not sure the triplets will behave so I want to stay here.” There is protest from behind but Maki pays no mind as she sends Nico, Rin and Honoka a glare that says ��We all know you won’t be able to hold still.” and the triplets get quiet almost instantly.

Umi seems to think about it for a while before she nods. “I’ll manage, don’t worry. Tell the triplets they have to deal with me if they screw everything up.”

Apparently, the triplets hear her because they tense up and look up at Maki helplessly. The redhead just smirks, thanking her older sister for the help. Now she is sure the triplets won’t cause any problems.

Meanwhile Umi continues to make the first preparations by hiding all the stuff they need later in cupboards and behind the sofa. It isn’t much but with stuff close by they will be able to save some times.

She barely manages to do so when she hears a door, undoubtedly the door to her parent’s bedroom, opening and a soft giggle drawing nearer. In a speed faster than light Umi stuffs the last bits under a cushion, takes her book and tries to act as normal as possible.

“Umi-chan is the only one in the living-room? I was sure I heard Nicochi and Maki-chan a couple minutes earlier.” Umi’s ears perk up as she hears her mama and looks up. The moment Nozomi turns around to look at her eldest Umi’s jaw drops and she is left speechless.

Nozomi wears a beautiful light blue dress, the skirt ending right above her knees. There is a bow around her waist with a beautiful ornament shaped like a rose, complimenting her waistline perfectly. Her hair is braided above her left shoulder, fishtail-style.

She doesn’t know how long she stares at her mama, but when she recoils from someone flicking her forehead Umi finds herself face to face with Eli. “Mom?”

“If you staring is any indication you too think that your mama looks stunning, right?” Eli smirks and once Umi nods she turns around to flash Nozomi a brilliant smile. “See, I told you. You look beautiful.”

“Ok, I believe you.” Nozomi walks over and Eli straightens up again. She lets her hands ghost over the blonde’s shoulder ever so lightly as if to get rid of non-existing dust. “But I have to admit that you look quite handsome yourself with your black suit, dark purple shirt and tie. Am I right, Umi-chan?”

Nozomi smiles and Umi becomes beat red, trying to hide her face behind her book. Laughing lightly Eli and Nozomi let go of each other before the latter goes into their kitchen.

“Could you all come to the living room, please?” Eli calls for her other children while adjusting the sleeves of her suit. She hears the tiny footsteps hurrying their way into the living-room and the gasps the moment these steps come to a halt. She looks up to see the triplets with wide eyes and open mouths and giggles.

“Mom, is that nyou?!” Rin is the first one to regain the ability to speak and Eli thinks that if the triplets are already stunned by her simple attire they are down for a surprise once they see Nozomi.

“Yeah, Rin, it’s me.” Picking up her daughter Eli turns around just in time to see Nozomi exiting the kitchen. As if cue she hears the triplets, Hanayo and Kotori muttering a stunned “Wow”.

Nozomi spins around once for good measure before joining Eli, picking up Honoka and leaning forward to hug Hanayo and Kotori in a close hug. Nico takes Eli’s hand and Maki joins Umi on the couch, raising an eyebrow questioningly at the deep red shade that is still ghosting on her older sister’s features.

“Well then… we are going to be late if we don’t leave now, Nozomi.” Eli says after glancing at the clock. She puts Rin back down and rustles Nico’s hair with some protest. “Umi, Maki, are you sure you’ll be able to handle this? We can still call Anju.” she says, addressing her eldest.

Before any of the two can answer though, Nozomi hugs Eli from behind, having let go of the others. “You worry too much. Everything will be alright. Umi-chan and Maki-chan know what they are doing.”

“If you say so...” There is still doubt and worry lingering in Eli’s voice.

“Mom, we’ll be okay.” Maki and Umi stand up, moving towards front door to get their jackets. They hand them over and practically start shoving their parents out the door.

“Have a nice evening, just the two of you.” Maki says and Eli reluctantly puts on her jacket and takes the keys out of Umi’s hand.

Nozomi is already out the door, smiling while patiently waiting for the worrywart that is Eli to follow her.

“We are on our way. Be nice to each other and if I see anything out of place or missing prepare for interrogation.” With that Eli closes the door.

The siblings wait with bated breaths for five whole minutes, neither of them moving a muscle. Once they are sure that they are safe Umi pulls out a roll of wrapping paper from within the umbrella stand, facing the door. “Let’s get to work.”

A couple days prior Eli had reserved two places in their favorite restaurant without telling Nozomi. Eli wants the whole evening to be a surprise, so when the blonde stops in front of the place where Eli had started the date night that would lead to their engagement a couple years prior Nozomi embraces her wife tightly before kissing her.

Inside the waiter leads them to a very familiar table and Nozomi smiles a little teary. “Isn’t this the same table we had back then, too, Elichi?”

“It is.” Eli says simply while helping Nozomi taking of her jacket. Like the gentleman that she is she pulls the chair back a little for Nozomi to sit down before getting ready herself. “I thought that might be a beautiful start to our evening.”

“It certainly is.” Nozomi stretches out her hand for Eli to take it, interlacing their fingers. “How long has it been since we had some time for us alone?”

“The last time was before we took in the triplets.” Eli gently brushes her thumb over Nozomi’s hand, thinking. “But going out on a date like this? I think Hanayo hadn’t been born.”

“So at least 7 years ago.”

Their conversations is interrupted by the waiter bringing them the menu. The next couple of minutes are spent in silence with the two of them just gazing lovingly at each other. Eli notices how Nozomi’s eyes seem to sparkle in the dim light of the restaurant and paired with that beautiful smile, Eli feels she’s 16 all over again, slowly falling for the girl that would become her wife.

Nozomi seems to notice Eli’s thoughts drifting away and gently calls her out. “What are you thinking about, Elichi?”

“Just noticing that you are beautiful.”

A faint pink graces Nozomi’s cheeks as she looks to the side.

“Elichi is a charmer. I am not sure if I’ll survive this the whole evening.”

Eli laughs, an airy sound full of love.

“But it’s true. And I was reminded that it was your eyes and your smile that made me fall for you.”

“My eyes and my smile?” Reaching up to her face, Nozomi’s curious gaze meets Eli’s honest.

“Your eyes and your smile.” Eli confirms. “Before we got closer all I ever saw was mischief, be it in your eyes or that smirk that told me you were up to no good. But after that incident on the roof, when you told me about your parents and that you’d have to move again… for the first time I had seen something else in your eyes. Sadness and pain mostly. I thought it didn’t suit you. And then we started to spent more time together and little by little I discovered what these eyes and smile could also hold. How you looked at me, how you smiled at me… even without telling me I could see how much our time meant to you and how much you valued it and me. And before I realized it it was my goal to always make you smile like this, happily with your eyes sparkling.”

“Elichi...” Tears start to form in Nozomi’s eyes after Eli’s honest declaration and the pure love in the blonde’s eyes.

“I can’t believe I almost lost this due to my own stupidity.” Eli’s expression becomes sour as she remembers the incident.

Nozomi reaches forward to caress Eli’s cheeks, her expression gentle. “Yeah, you almost did. But we managed to solve this issue. We talked about it, over and over again. And now we are here, together and happy.”

“You’re right.” Eli lays her hand over Nozomi’s making sure to keep the contact on her cheeks.

For the moment no more words are needed.

“Honoka, I told you not to cut the paper on your own but to wait for Kotori to sketch in the lines!” Umi holds the wrapping paper above her head, out of Honoka’s reach.

“But the paper is so pretty. I wanted to put it all over the place.” The little girl pouts.

Umi sighs, her nerves already wearing thin. She starts to wonder if this is a good idea. “Honoka, we promised mom not to make a mess. So please gather all the paper to-”

Before she can finish her sentence though Nico slides in from the left, throwing confetti in the air that lands all over the place.

Umi feels her right eye twitching. “Nico...” Honoka already backs away, trying to hide behind Kotori who comes back a couple of second earlier with a ruler.

“Doesn’t this look cute? All the colors. I bet mama and mom will like it.”

“Uhm… Nico-chan?” Turning around to her fellow triplet, Nico sees Honoka pointing at Umi. Once she does she gupls.

Umi has a devilish look on her face as she buckles down to be on the same level as her younger sibling to pinch Nico’s cheeks. She faintly notices Kotori pulling at her shirt. “Umi-chan, don’t be too mad. ...please.”

It isn’t fair, Umi thinks, that Kotori is able to disarm her just by asking with her innocent voice. She let’s go of Nico who starts to rub her slightly red cheeks. “You and Honoka will tidy this mess up while Kotori and I start on the wrappings. Got it?”

But instead of nodding Nico’s eyes grow wide and she shakes her head in a fast pace. Umi’s brows furrow. “You don’t wan-”

“Nya!” From behind Rin jumps onto Umi’s back, pouring a small bucket with even more paper snippets and confetti over the blue haired girl.

Nico, Honoka and Kotori stand beside them, all of them eyes wide open and hands over their mouths. Rin just nuzzles into Umi’s back, ranting how she found even more paper to get all over the place.

That evening a scream tears through the neighborhood.

“Should we help them, Onee-chan?” Hanayo asks from her spot behind the door to the kitchen, watching the scene from around the edge.

Maki stands above her, arms wrapped around the little girl’s shoulder. “It’s better we do not get involved.” She says as she watches her older sister chasing the triplets around their home.

“Say, Elichi…?” Nozomi asks between two bites. The both of them finally have their food and enjoy it in silence, occasionally sparing a glance at each other or commenting on the food.

“What is it?”

“Don’t you think that Umi-chan and Maki-chan acted strange earlier?”

Eli looks up from her plate, meeting an amused Nozomi. “What do you mean?”

“It was as if they wanted to get rid of us, pushing us out of the door like that.” Nozomi giggles.

“Now that you mention it...” Furrowing her brows Eli enters full parent mode. “They aren’t up to something bad, are they? What if something happens?” Overprotective parent Eli.

Nozomi thinks it’s cute.

“Nothing bad. They know what today is, so maybe they plan on doing something?”

“I hope they don’t overdo it. Or make a mess out of our home…” Eli says, half imagining the chaos the kids could possibly cause.

Nozomi’s giggles pull her out of her imaginations. “You worry way too much. But that only proves that you are an amazing parent.”

“I can’t help it. I don’t want them to get into trouble.” Eli says truthfully.

“Don’t you trust Umi-chan an Maki-chan?”

Answering this question doesn’t take Eli long.

“I do, wholeheartedly. They remind me a lot of myself when I was their age. I had to take care of Alisa a lot, so I grew up faster than others my age.”

“Well, they always help us with Kotori, Hanayo and the triplets. So I guess the same can be applied to them.” Her last words are almost whispered, but Eli catches them nonetheless, looking at Nozomi worried.

“What is it, Nozomi?”

“Just thinking that I was totally different. My parents left for work early in the morning and returned late at night. There was no one I had to take care of other than myself. And well, I didn’t really care about me, so I goofed around a lot.” Nozomi explains, looking wistfully into the distance.

Eli takes her one hand, moving her thumb over Nozomi’s knuckles in a slow rhythm.

“That’s not bad either. Somehow… that’s what caused us to meet. And we both know how that turned out.” She smirks, one of her charming ones that never fails to make Nozomi smile in return.

“Is Umi-nee still chasing after Rin-chan, Nico-chan and Honoka-chan?” Hanayo asks, sitting at the kitchen table.

Maki slides back with her chair to peer through the half-opened door. Kotori still sits at the table in the living-room, cutting the paper carefully with a smile on her face. She obviously enjoys what she’s doing. There’s no trace of the other four, though, but Maki is sure she heard footsteps throughout their home.

“I guess she is. But I am pretty sure it turned to a game of Hide and Seek by now...”

Maki returns to her previous position at the table and continues to peel various fruits while Hanayo cuts them into tiny pieces. The both of them have cooked some rice earlier that is currently cooling down. Thanks to Anju they have an easy recipe for muesli made out of rice. They intend to serve it in the morning as a surprise for their parents.

They work like this for a couple more minutes before Maki hears tiny footsteps near the door to the kitchen. She stands up and walks towards the door, waiting till a small figure with orange hair passes her by.

She opens the door and grabs Rin by the collar, gently pulling her backwards into the kitchen. The energetic girl yelps in surprise but any protest dies an early death when she is picked up underneath her arms and placed on a chair by the table. Hanayo smiles at her and gives her a sliced apple.

Maki stays behind her and takes the apple, putting down a small cutting board before Rin. “You have two options: Being caught by Umi-nee because we both know that will happen soon or you redeem yourself my helping me and Hanayo with our breakfast.”

Rin looks up at Maki who looks down at her younger sibling with raised eyebrows. “What do I have to do, nya?”

Maki smiles.

“Okay, look.” She takes the apple and shows Rin to cut them into small pieces. Once she is sure that Rin will manage she sits back down and continues peeling.

“Maki-neechan, Hanayo-neechan?” Maki looks up to look at Rin. “Sorry for all the trouble. I love you.”

Both Maki and Hanayo smile before they reach over to ruffle Rin’s hair.

“We love you, too.”

“Nico, Honoka, Rin! Give up, I’ll find you soon enough.” With each step she takes there is another piece of paper falling out of Umi’s hair. That doesn’t exactly help her calming down.

She takes a break in the middle of the hallway to pull out some pieces when she hears a creaking sound in her very own bedroom. Umi squints her eyes, not believing that they would dare to hide there. Everyone knows that they need to ask Maki and Umi first.

She approaches the door and opens it by pushing once, standing still in the door frame.

“You know the rule… prepare yourselves.”

Umi looks all over the place, noticing her bed sheets being out of place and the corner of her blanket being pulled underneath her bed. So she crouches down to look under her bed and is greeted by Honoka, sheepishly waving at her.

“Get out. Now.” Umi says, glaring at her younger sister.

Honoka does as she is told and takes Umi’s outstretched hand. Together they go back to the living-room where Umi motions for Honoka to sit down beside Kotori. The ashen haired girl pulls her younger sister into a hug while Umi still looks down on them. “While I keep looking for Nico and Rin you will start to clean up. We don’t want mom to get a heart attack when she returns.”

Honoka nods and Umi continues to look for the last of her two siblings. She walks towards the kitchen to tell Maki to keep an eye on Honoka. But once she opens the door she is greeted by Rin, Hanayo and Maki preparing the fruits. “Rin is here?”

Maki turns around briefly before she keeps peeling the apple in her hand. “When she tried to hide she walked past the kitchen. That’s when I grabbed her.”

Rin flashes her a catlike grin and Umi sighs. At least that means there is only one person left. She thinks she might know where to look for Nico. So she makes her way towards her mama’s office whose door is indeed slightly open. Her mama always close it.

Instead of going inside Umi stays outside.

“Nico? Come on out. We need to get things ready before mama and mom return. You want them to have a nice evening, right?”

She hears a door opening, probably to one of the shelves inside. Soon after Nico exits the room and closes is tightly again. The raven haired girl turns to her older sister.

“Sorry. I won’t play around again.”

Umi sighs and holds her hand out for Nico to take it. Together they get back to the living room.

“I didn’t say you aren’t allowed to have fun. I just want you to think a little and not to cause chaos.”

Soon after Honoka and Nico finish cleaning up while Kotori and Umi keep preparing the paper.

“This is so beautiful.” Nozomi says as she allows herself to melt into Eli’s embrace.

After they had finished eating Eli had taken Nozomi by the hand to walk with her through Tokyo. They had taken the Tokyo Metro Namboku Line until Komagome Station. At that time Nozomi got a vague idea what Eli was up to.

Nonetheless she’s surprised when the beautiful sight of the Rikugien Gardens greet her. Now they just stand there in each others embrace, enjoying the evening for a little while longer before they have to return home.

Feeling the arms around her waist loosening up Nozomi turns around to meet Eli’s beautiful blue eyes. It’s quite all around them so she seizes the moment and leans forward, Eli meeting her halfway in a slow but all the more loving kiss.

Breaking apart Eli rests her forehead on Nozomi’s closing her eyes. “If I’d ask you again, here and now… would you still say ‘yes’?” Eli mumbles only for Nozomi to hear.

The purple haired woman knows. Ever since their fight that Eli constantly worries if they are still alright. They talked about it – what happened, what they thought about it – and Eli tried so hard with simple yet thoughtful gestures that Nozomi had forgiven her a while ago. But being the worrywart that is Eli, she should have known that the blonde still struggles.

So she tries to reassure her as best as possible now.

“Ask me a thousand times… my answer will never change.” Because Nozomi knows exactly why. “You were the only one who cared about me. Out of all the people it was you, the person who became the victim of all of my pranks. In the two months before I had to move again you had managed what no one had ever done in a year. You made me feel less alone and gave me the feeling that for once there would be someone remeberring me. And you did. Even better, you kept in touch. That was when I decided that I never wanted to lose you, and shortly after I realized that I loved you.” She tightens her hold around Eli’s neck. “So never let me go either.”

Eli smiles. “Never. That’s a promise.” She seals it with another kiss. “Happy Wedding Anniversary. I love you, Nozomi.”

It’s late when Nozomi and Eli return home. Some lights are still on so Nozomi nudges Eli in the side.

“I told you, they are up to something.” She says with a smile.

“Whatever it is, it better didn’t cause a chaos.” Eli sighs, already preparing herself for the sight of the leftovers of an explosion in the middle of their living room.

When they approach the door and Eli jiggles with the keys they hear whispers behind it and feet shuffling hurriedly. When it is completely quiet Eli dares to take a look at Nozomi to see her nodding with a smile. So she turns the key and opens the door, half awaiting something falling straight at her.

Eli is surprised when the hallway is just as neat as it had been when they left. Their jackets are still hung up and their shoes are placed in a perfect row. The only thing that is strange is the fact that the door to the living room is closed.

“Umi-chan? Maki-chan?” Beside her Nozomi calls for their eldest as she takes of her shoes, a knowing smile on her face that grows when no one replies. The lights were on, so someone has to be awake. Eli starts smiling, too.

The moment they enter the living room, though, they are beyond speechless. Placed neatly on the table in front of their sofa are seven gifts, wrapped up in dark blue, red, grey, green, orange, yellow and pink paper. A small banner is tied to their shelf and a broom stick that had been placed behind the sofa, reading “Happy Anniversary” in the neat writing that they recognize as Umi’s.

Before either of them can say anything a bunch of small people comes running towards them from the kitchen and in a blink of an eye they are surrounded by Kotori, Hanayo and the triplets all wishing them a happy anniversary.

Eli laughs and Nozomi has to rub her eyes to keep the tears from spilling. They each lift up one of the triplets, Eli takes Rin while Nozomi takes Nico, and they all go over to their big couch.

“So that’s what you guys were up to.” Eli says, still smiling brightly.

Rin’s face falls.

“You knew?”

This time it is Nozomi who laughs.

“Your big sisters weren’t exactly subtle.” She looks at Umi and Maki who still stand near the door to the kitchen. “I knew something was up the moment they proposed your mom and me having a date night.”

Maki and Umi blush a deep red and turn their heads away. Eli laughs.

“Yeah, putting it that way it sure is strange. Them proposing a date. And shoving us out of the door earlier didn’t help, either.”

Seeing the faces of their youngest falling upon failing on surprising them Nozomi quickly adds “But it’s still a surprise. We would have never guessed to come home to this.” She nods towards the gifts on the table. “And we love it. So thank you.”

Faces light up again and the triplets start snuggling up on Eli and Nozomi. Kotori and Hanayo lean their heads on their parents shoulders, by far the ones who show the most fatigue. It is late, after all.

“Open the gifts! Open the gifts!” If it weren’t for Eli holding Honoka close the girl would jump all over the place.

“Ok, ok. Maki? Could you hand me the….” Eli eyes the presents, knowing well which belonged to who thanks to the colors. “The green one?”

Hanayo’s face lights up even more as Eli carefully unwraps the box, careful not to destroy the wrapping. Once she opens the box she is greeted by two beautiful crafted origami swans. She carefully takes them out to show Nozomi who scoots closer, just as amazed as Eli.

“These are amazing, Hanayo-chan.”

“Now… where to put them?” Eli says, already scanning the room. When she finds a place she gives the swans to Umi and tells her where to put them. “I think that fits perfectly.” She nods, proud and Nozomi smiles. Two white swans are now framing their big family picture. Hanayo looks equally happy and proud and that is all Nozomi and Eli need.

“Ours next, nya!” Rin chimes in, trying to grab the orange, yellow and pink presents, but Maki beats her to it.

All three of them are cylinders, with a simple bow securing the wrapping paper. Once Nozomi and Eli take them of the paper unrolls and three pictures come in sight. What’s strange is the fact that none of them seem to be finished.

“They are supposed to be one piece.” Nico explains as she eagerly takes the picture out of Nozomi’s hand. “Like a puzzle!” The triplets then put the pictures together like they are supposed to.

With them being in the right order Eli and Nozomi see what the triplet’s intention was. Everyone had drawn three of them each, everyone holding hands. Now there were nine figures lined up on three pages, starting with Eli holding on to Honoka and Umi on the right picture that had been drawn by Honoka herself. The next picture shows Kotori, Rin and Hanayo, the legs being straight black lines evidence that Rin had made this. The last picture on the left shows Maki and Nico with Nozomi, the pinks and hearts being obviously Nico’s doing.

Nozomi tears up and hugs Nico, who sits on her lap, tight. The small girl circles her arms around her mama's neck.

“I love you, mama.”

“I love you, too, Nicochi.” Nozomi says, tears finally spilling.

Eli reaches over, stroking her wife's cheeks first and then petting Nico with Rin and Honoka in her embrace.

“And you, too, mom. I love you.” The raven haired girl whispers and Rin and Honoka join in.

Taking the pictures, Umi turns around. “I am going to pin those on our fridge.”

“Next mine.” Hesitantly, Kotori reaches over and takes the gray wrapped gift, handing it to Eli. “I hope you like it.” She shuffles with her feet and plays with the hem of her skirt, eyes looking to the ground.

“I am sure we'll like it, sweetie.” Eli moves a little and pats the place between Nozomi and Eli. Getting the hint, Kotori sits down on the sofa. Eli starts to pull of the paper. There is a small box again that she opens to reveal some sort of fabric, one blue, one purple. Unfolding them they see hearts and flowers neatly sewn into the material in bright colors. “Kotori, these are awesome.” Eli's breath catches in her throat.

Nozomi takes the fabric and looks at it herself.

“I think… someone has a talent for sewing.” She smiles and kisses Kotori at the top of her head. “Thank you, sweetie.”

Kotori beams at this, her feet happily bouncing up and down.

“I am glad.” Eli and Nozomi smile at each other.

Clearing her throat, Umi redirects the attention to her and Maki. “Now it's our turn. For that we ask you to open the two remaining gifts together.”

Doing like they are told, Eli and Nozomi open the remaining two boxes to reveal a sheet of music in the red wrapping and lyrics in the blue wrapping. “Aishiteru Banzai?” Eli says, reading the title on top of the music notes.

“The same title as the lyrics… wait? Could it be…?” Raising an eyebrow Nozomi looks up at her eldest to see them placing a speaker on the table, connected to Maki's phone. They smile and take a deep breath before Maki hits play.

A piano starts playing and after a few notes both Maki and Umi start singing.

“Cheers for the love!

I'm glad to be here, our present exists right here

Cheers for the love!

It's only just begun, I'm counting on you again tomorrow, we've yet to reach our goal.

Smile when you're sad, let's blow it all away If you can laugh, the scenery will change, peeking through the clearing weather Even when you're unsure, the road leading to happiness Comes into view under the blue sky

Rain falls from time to time but it's harsh without water Don't wither, nurture everyone's tree of dreams Now! Cheers for loving you! With the courage to never give up, let's enjoy the present Cheers for loving you! We can do our best so wave goodbye to yesterday and look forward”

By the end of the first verse everyone has gathered around Eli and Nozomi to look at the lyrics to sing along. The family sings together and when the music is fading Umi and Maki bow like professionals while their “audience” applauds them.

“That was so cool.” Honoka exclaims, looking at her older sisters with admiration. The attention causes Umi and Maki to blush though.

“Agreed. It was beautiful. But when did the two of you manage to create this?”asks Eli, genuinely curious.

“At school.”

“It was amazing. Thank you, all of you. Really.” By now Nozomi can't stop the tears from flowing, which doesn't go unnoticed.

“Mama!” The youngest bunch climb and rush over to Nozomi who just opens her arms to hug them all before pulling them all backwards to lay on the sofa. Eli, Maki and Umi sit down beside them, smiling at the scene.

It is Nozomi who summarize the whole evening, short but simple and full of joy. “Thank you all for this beautiful idea. I love you.”

#random writing #Family AU #happy birthday caruso!#NozoEli #eli ayase #nozomi tojo #nico yazawa #maki nishikino #umi sonoda #kotori minami #honoka kousaka #hanayo kouzumi #rin hoshizora

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tboytoby · 8 years ago

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Clutz and Tomalgam (And a lil SepraTorm at the start)

@tomalgam @rejectclone Here it is! The format’s a little odd since we used MSPARP to do this.

Warning: It’s a little long

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Clutz: Clutz is an Edd clone, this he knows. However, something he doesn't know, and would very much like to, is why he came out the way he did. He can't do a lot right. One of the few things that he can do correctly, though, is break things. He's broken more fragile items than he's even able to count anymore and as much as he hates it, it's who he is. He's tried everything but he just can't stop being so clumsy. At this point he's begun to think he was born with two left feet. What would that look like? He looks like he has a left and right foot that should work normally.. The clone is suddenly torn out of his thoughts about why he is the way he is as he trips on his shoelaces for the fifth time today. "Ow.." He lets out a soft sigh, ignoring the pain in his hand. He appears to have scraped something. Again. It's quite hard to keep a positive personality when all you do is fail at basic things such as tying your shoes. And walking.

Separatorm: Well heres him, whos him? He is Separatorm, A reject. He was made when a tom clone and a tord clone somehow were messed with like play dough. They were smushed together than pulled apart. They didn't fully separate. Thats how they got their name. Separatorm. Even with this small little fact, for some reason, these clones liked each other, a lot. More like loved. how? we'll never know. They just love themselves. No fighting. They love themselves so much they speak in one voice all the time, unless there's an argument...but that's rare! They almost don't have any arguments. They sigh, with that giant mouth of there's. They were just leaning against a wall until they saw Clutz. They wave, and smile. And walk over. "You alright?"

((wheezes

((You did a good, babe

((I'm just gonna quickly have a shower while we wait for Candy uvu

((k

((im also getting lowkey tired

((might d i e

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SCRIBBLE: shit one sec-))

Torm|Clutz (Sky)'s connection timed out.

TOMALGAM: Big ol' Tomalgam was not really your average clone. Some just had little defects, like not having the same interests as the originals, or some were fused, but Tommie was very different. Standing at seven feet tall, with a couple of inches on top of that, he had a face made up of ten "eyes" and three mouths (one in the normal place, one on his cheek, and one above his eyebrow). That wasn't counting the other one on his neck, either. Six arms and four legs, walking was a nightmare for the poor babe. His torso was too heavy for his legs to hold up, so often he found himself crawling like a spider. Scuttle, scuttle! Right now the nervous reject was stumbling along, somewhere near that injured-looking Edd clone and the half separated Torm.

SCRIBBLE: *eight arms and six legs

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((Okay i'm finally back

Clutz: Clutz rubs his hand a little. "Yeah, i'm okay. Tha...nks..." He pauses as he looks up at the reject clone before him. He's seen Torm before, even a few different variations of them, but never before has he seen a Torm this... Odd..? He doesn't want to think of the poor clone as scary, as much as they are to him, as that would be judging them just by their appearance and that's rude. He decides to just sit up, instinctively patting and brushing away any dust or dirt that decided to cling to his hoodie and his torn pants. He looks up again to notice a certain multi-limbed Tom clone. The clone looks rather uncomfortable as he walks. Even though Clutz knows he'll probably make it worse, he stands up and attempts to move over to the clone. "Sorry, excuse me." He smiles softly at the Torm clone before walking over to Tomalgam. "Hey, are you oka- Ah!" He trips. Again. He groans softly as he lands face first on the ground. Ow.

((Clutz is great at first impressions

((i,,

((HE MADE SURE TO SAY SORRY BUT HIS MOM SENSES WERE TINGLING

Separatorm: Oh. Hes..kinda..hurt? but he gets it. That tom clone seems like he needs help more than him. He sighs, and just watches, he pats his own back, reassuring himself. Ok, hes good. He coughs though, eugh.

((My replies,,,

((are gonna be short because im v tired

((Is ok

((You is a tired bean

((pat

((//Hugs// My tired bean

((:0

((Tfw you have two unfinished drawings bc you don't have the motivation to finish them

SCRIBBLE: I have to do hw so ill bbl-))

[4'2"] Scribble Tom [7'2"] Tomalgam (Candy)'s connection timed out.

((:0 Okie dokie

((//Pats Jam// You can sleep now bby

((ah,,

((fades into the astral plane

((There they g o

((jk

((hugs u

((now i sleep

((Sweet dreams, babe. Love you <3

((love you too :0

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((Ayy

SCRIBBLE: Heeey))

((//Faceplants// I'm ded

SCRIBBLE: catches))

SCRIBBLE: same))

((:')

((Do you wanna continue with the rp? :0

SCRIBBLE: Yeah sorry im just drawing-))

((Ooh :0!

SCRIBBLE: Two of the clones mouths yelp, creating a duet of fright. He looks down at the poor reject that just fell at his feet, eyes blinking in confusion. After a moment, three arms are held up to help the chap up. Tommie doesn't talk, he just tilts his head a little.

Clutz: "Thanks." He wipes the area just below his nose, wincing slightly as he sees blood on his hand. "S-Sorry." He feels rather useless. He came over to try and help this poor clone, not to make a fool of himself and have to get help from this poor clone! "I'm fine, i-it happens a lot." He sniffles softly to try and lessen the blood coming out of his nose. He's probably smudged it all over his cheek at this point so he just gives up and gives Tomalgam a reassuring smile.

SCRIBBLE: The maw on his neck chews its bottom lip testily, drawing blood. Tomalgam winces, looking at the blood smudged across this fellow's cheek. He lifts an arm and points at the spot on his own face, then at the place his nose would be if he had one.

Clutz: He wipes the spot a little, mostly cleaning it. "Did I get it?" He looks up at the tall clone's face, only really mildly disturbed by his features. Clutz does, though, notice the chewing from the other's neck mouth. "Oh, are you okay? Does it hurt?" It hasn't even dawned on him the possibility of this Tom clone being mute. He'll probably feel really bad if he gets no response.

SCRIBBLE: He nods at the clone's first question, then an arm lifts and forces the neck's mouth open, ceasing the biting. Another nod, Tomalgam doesn't like talking. He hates his voice :(

Clutz: "Oh, good! Since I was gonna try and come over here to help you anyways." He smiles brightly. And he's obviously helped so much since he moved over here... He quickly dismisses the thought from his mind.

TOMALGAM: Tilting his head again, Tomalgam points at Clutz, eyes blinking. It's meant to be a sort of "who are you?" gesture.

Clutz: He thinks for a second. Oh, right. "Everyone calls me Clutz..." He doesn't really like the name but it's the only one he has. "Can you tell me yours..?"

((Oop brb

TOMALGAM: same-))

TOMALGAM: All of his mouths, save the one on his neck, set in a thin line. After a while, he reluctantly forces out, "Tomal...gam..." His voice is hoarse and rough, and he seems to struggle to talk. Must be difficult with a mouth pressing against his windpipe.

((I LIVE

TOMALGAM: eyy))

Clutz: He jumps slightly, having been just about to ask if the poor guy was mute. "Oh, it's great to meet you Tomalgam!" He doesn't seem to pay any mind to the strain in the poor guy's voice. He's just appreciative that Tomalgam went to the trouble of projecting his voice for him.

TOMALGAM: Nodding again, he holds out a hand for Clutz to shake. He has to stoop a little, tall babe.

Clutz: He laughs softly and takes the tall bois hand. He's smol anyways at a nice 5'6. Taller than his mun by an inch.

TOMALGAM: Coughs. Though his main mouth stays straight unlike him, the one on his cheek hesitantly smiles. Pure boy. Soft boy.

((They were both at 6'0, were they supposed to be? :0

((Cause I'm pretty sure my phone is just bein a butt

TOMALGAM: oh, mustve not worked =]:/))

((What heights were supposed to be there?

TOMALGAM: 7'2" and 5'6"))

((Ah ok!

((Man Clutz is tiny compared to Tomalgam

TOMALGAM: imagine scribbs next to him))

TOMALGAM: three foot))

Clutz: It's okay everyone's gay in Wonderland He softly shakes the tol soft bois hand. Tall soft and small soft. Soft team.

((T INY

TOMALGAM: The tall soft of the soft team points at Clutz various injuries with another arm, head tilted. How the fuck can one guy get so many injuries-

TOMALGAM: imagine if tommie picked scribbs up and fucking wrapped him up in a little arm cocoon-))

((AaAAAA

TOMALGAM: soMEONE NEEDS TO DRAW THAT-))

Clutz: "Hm?" He looks at the arm. "Oh, I'm just really clumsy. I trip a lot.. Fall down stairs... A lot."

Clutz: Hand* hecking

((Aw mAN I WISH I HAD ACCESS TO MY DRAWING TABLET

TOMALGAM: He frowned sadly, that doesn't sound nice. He gently pats the soft smol's head.

TOMALGAM: PATS,))

Clutz: He flinches a little but smiles. He,,, Has a head injury,,,

TOMALGAM: nnnnoooOOOOO- He sees the flinch and frick,,, he hurt him,, He pulls his hand away, fuck, he did bad. "Sorry.." He croaks out.

Clutz: "No, no, it's okay! I just hit my head earlier." Soft comforting arm pat.

TOMALGAM: "No..." He whines, it's all his fault. He sniffles, black liquid starting to ooze from a few of his eyes. He's a big baby.

Clutz: PANIC. He just quickly hugs the poor boy. "No, don't cry!" Or,, Whatever he's doing,, "I-It's okay! It's really not your fault! You didn't know." He buries his face in Tomalgam's hoodie, not wanting to see the poor baby cry. "It's okay. It's okay."

TOMALGAM: ! Snuffle.. four of his arms wrap around the boy, a tight cocooning hold. The other two wipe his eyes. Poor cuties.

Clutz: He smiles softly and rubs his cheek against the big boy(TM). He picked up a few qualities of cats by living with a few stray ones right after everyone escaped. He still owns said cats. Man he loves cats. They're so graceful. Wait he's hugging someone. "Soft." Soft, warm and safe from all of the accidents he has. He's very rarely experienced a hug, let alone one with so many arms.

TOMALGAM: Tomalgam has never been called soft before. Scary, ugly, sometimes even horrifying, but never soft. It makes him feel warm and fuzzy. The other two arms join their brothers around the small boy(TM).

Clutz: He loves the affection. He's p much smothered in arms at this point but he really doesn't mind, as long as he can still breathe he's okay. He lets out a little laugh. "You give great hugs." He absolutely loves compliments. Getting them, giving them. He just loves em.

TOMALGAM: The mouth on his neck makes a little noise of gratitude as the arms hold him tighter. Tomalgam be careful youre going to hurt him-

Clutz: He finds it a little harder to breathe but tries to take no mind to it. He's pretty durable but any tighter and he'll have to call it quits.

TOMALGAM: After a while like this, Tommie finally pulls away. Don't want to kill him on the first date- He looks around, he's getting tired of standing.

Clutz: Lowkey takes in a few deep breaths of air. His legs are starting to get tired so he just sits down on the ground with a soft hum before patting the ground next to him.

TOMALGAM: He slowly sits down, careful to not fall. This is done by crouching, and leaning forwards onto his hands as he sits. Hoo. Job well done.

Clutz: He smiles as a silent 'good job!' before hesitantly leaning on the other. He just likes how warm Tomalgam is.

Clutz: Plus if he's close to someone he feels safer.

TOMALGAM: Tommie feels safer too, he remembers cuddling Good Tord. He misses Good Tord. He puts all his arms around Clutz, pulling him into his lap. Soft.

Clutz: Oop he's a teddy now. He lays happily in Tomalgam's lap, positioning himself as close to the other clone as possible. Aw yeah first friend that isn't dead or a cat.

TOMALGAM: Who says Tomalgam isnt a cat? He'll purr if you stroke him in the right place. He buries him face in the lil ones hair, smiling.

Clutz: Omg He becomes a lil blushing mess. Aaa what is this affection he is receiving.

TOMALGAM: It's affection from a big cuddle monster. Tommie isn't blushing, he probably thinks this is platonic or something

Clutz: He does, too. He's just a lil cutie that gets easily flustered He can't help but giggle. He's a happy smol and he's gotta show it.

TOMALGAM: Tommie laughs too, a gravelly, wheezing noise. Hoo, babe that doesn't sound healthy.

Clutz: He's a bit skeptical but doesn't want to ruin the situation. He can ask about it later. He just adjusts his position to be a little more comfortable.

TOMALGAM: Ruin the situation, eh? Tommie takes this moment to lay down and turn onto his side, Clutz still clutched tightly in his arms. No escape.

Clutz: This is how he dies- He makes sure he's facing the bby as they both lay down. He rests an arm on Tomalgam, just putting the other in a comfy position. He's happy with this.

TOMALGAM: Clutz is now his teddybear. He hasn't been this calm in fucking ages, woah. He could almost... zzzzz...

TOMALGAM: Okay i think im gonna skedaddle for a while, seeeeeeya))

TOMALGAM: tommie will never let clutz escape))

[4'2"] Scribble Tom [7'2"] Tomalgam (Candy)'s connection timed out.

((Oh whoops. Nearly passed out

((I wanted to sleep anyways lmao

Clutz: Aw fuck it's a dang sleepin party. He yawns a little and falls asleep not long after Tomalgam. Sleepy beans.

((And I'm off. Night babies

Torm|Clutz (Sky) [PHONE] [] disconnected

#long post #text post #roleplay #eddsworld roleplay #tomalgam #sepratorm #clutz #clone ocs #tw: minor blood #does the body horror tag fit here #im gonna put it here #body horror

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majesty-madness · 6 years ago

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Kakashi’s Family: Book 2 (Kakashi’s fate)

16-Final Standoff

This was it. The endgame. The battle that the close five shinobi would either come out victorious or fall in defeat.

Which was it going to be?

Guess they were about to find out.

"I Believe You Stole Something From Me." Ketsu said, extending his hand in Kana'a direction.

Kurenai scoffed, "She's not an object you can use for your own selfish goals. She's a person and we're not going to let you take her again."

Gai, Asuma, and Kakashi jumped to in front of Kurenai, to protect her and Kana from this sick bastard.

"That's right! We're going to protect our comrades with our lives!" Gai proclaimed, readying himself in a fighting stance.

"With your lives huh?" Ketsu laughed, "Yes you will." He pulled out a katana from its sheath and got in a fighting stance. He stood for a second then charged straight toward Kana, trying to avoid Gai, Asuma, and Kakashi who were standing in his way. However, he didn't close as Kakashi rushed out and blocked the katana from killing anyone.

While Ketsu was distracted by Kakashi, Gai came from the side, jumped up and roundhouse kicked Ketsu on the side of the face. Ketsu, of course, went flying across the field.

The three man team stepped closer towards Ketsu, leaving Kurenai to watch over Kana.

As Ketsu was recovering from Gai's attack, Kakashi spoke. "We need to make this quick. Kana's in labor, and she's been poisoned. Our priority is to get her to the hospital."

Gai and Asuma nodded. Then Asuma added, "You got a plan in mind, Kakashi?"

"I think I might but it's not exactly flawless." Kakashi answered as he kept his eye focused on Ketsu.

"Any plan is better than no plan." Asuma added.

"Alright. Ever since he captured me, I've gotten a good look at his chakra. All this time it seemed that he had unlimited amounts of chakra." Kakashi explained.

"Unlimited? But that's not possible." Gai chimed in.

"You're right it's not but that's what it looked like. That is until Gai landed that attack." Kakashi stated drawing Gai and Asuma's attention.

Kakashi continued, "His chakra lowered significantly after Gai's attack. So my conclusion is that he's gets weaker when it comes to hand to hand combat."

"So we just gotta beat this guy to a pulp? Is that correct?" Asuma asked with a smirk appearing on his features.

Kakashi expression darkened with vicious intent. "Correct."

Gai smiled, "Then let's get to it."

Ketsu had planted his katana into the ground to use to pull himself off of the dirt floor, and steady himself. He felt himself already struggling to get up.

"You damn bastards." Ketsu sneered his eyes darkening. "I will succeed."

Kakashi then rushed straight for Ketsu while Asuma and Gai went to the opposite sides of Ketsu.

Kakashi reached Ketsu first and attempted to plunge his kunai through Ketsu but Ketsu deflected Kakashi's attack causing him to be pushed back.

Then Gai came around from the right side, and raised his hand, ready to plant a punch to Ketsu's jaw. Ketsu doged the attack then grabbed Gai's wrist and threw him several yards away.

Asuma took the opportunity to attack with his specially designed blades, brimming with his chakra, making them more effective weapons than standard kunais.

He brought his arm up and nearly managed to slice Ketsu's neck but Ketsu quickly reacted and moved back before Asuma could do any harmful damage. However, he did leave a small cut to the side of Ketsu's exposed flesh.

Asuma's eyes widen in slight panic as Ketsu jumped up and landed a kicked to his face, sending him flying back like Gai had done to him earlier.

Ketsu touched the small cut that was etched into his skin and pulled his hand away for inspection. There was more blood than he wanted.

Asuma propped himself up from the ground, "All that, and we only managed to leave a single scratch." He exasperated.

Kakashi and Gai followed Asuma's move and sat up from the dirt. What now?

"Attacking together is the only way to beat him." Kakashi said standing up from the ground.

Gai stood, "Maybe I could distract him long enough so that you two can land some attacks because,let's face it, I'm faster than either of you." Gai grinned in pride.

Kakashi smirked, a smile almost breaking out from his lips.

"That's not a bad idea." Asuma chipped in.

"No it's not." Kakashi agreed. "Alright Gai, if you can distract him long enough, Asuma and I should be able to land some lethal blows."

Gai brought a fist into his other free hand, making a smack sound echo. "Just leave it to me!" He exclaimed swiftly taking off in Ketsu's direction.

Ketsu raised his blade again and swung down towards Gai only to have Gai disappear from the front and appear from behind. Ketsu met Gai's speed and turned around with his blade again and swung to Gai. Once again Gai disappeared and reappeared somewhere else.

Over and over Gai moved at lightning speed to avoid Ketsu's attacks and would appear in different places in a matter of seconds.

While Gai kept at it, Kakashi and Asuma went over their plan. "Okay, when Gai's gets in front of Ketsu, your going to come up on his left side, and then I'm going to come up from behind." Kakashi explained carefully watching Gai's dodging patterns.

Asuma nodded. "This has to be timed perfectly or else we won't have a chance." Kakashi further explained.

"You got it." Asuma said, taking a couple of steps from Kakashi to get ready for his signal.

"Steady..." Kakashi whispered watching Gai's movements. When Gai appeared in front of Ketsu with his kunai at the ready Kakashi knew it was time. "NOW!"

Asuma rushed in from the side and held his weapons at the ready.

Kakashi then rushed up from behind, a kunai in hand, ready to kill this man that had terrorized the village, terrorized him, and terrorized Kana. It was time end this.

All three attacked simultaneously, their kunais nearly about to slice through Ketsu's skin. However, just before their weapons made contact something else made contact with their necks and began to squeeze.

"What...the...hell?!" Kakashi grunted while he was straining for oxygen. He looked down to see these dark purple like cords wrapped around his neck. With his sharingan, he was able to tell that these cords were pure chakra.

'How? How is he using his chakra this way?!' Kakashi asked himself internally as he looked over to see Asuma and Gai in the same situation.

"NO!" Kana screamed out of nowhere making Kurenai jump in her spot.

"Stop him! You have to stop him! He's going to kill them!!" Kana shrieked out in fear. She knew exactly what was going to happen. Just like those anbu, Ketsu was going to consume all of their chakra and they'd be dead.

Kakashi suddenly felt his body growing weaker like his itself essence was being sucked out of his body. What was going on?!

He looked down, analyzing the chakra cords and realized that his chakra was being taken away from him. These cords were quickly draining him of his chakra and if he didn't do something soon then he would die.

With his quickly diminishing strength, Kakashi raised his kunai then swung it down onto the cords but nothing happened. The kuani wouldn't cut through.

"Come on..." Kakashi gasped as he became light headed.

Ketsu let out a menacing laugh, "Did You Really Think That These Chakra Cords Could Be So Easily Destroyed?!"

Kakashi dropped the kunai to the ground, it was doing him no good. Something else, something else just had to work. It Had To!

He tried to think of any type of solution that could get him and his friend out of this but it was hard to think when he was losing chakra and air. There just HAD to be someth- wait...

His lone sharingan eye caught something of interest. These chakra cords were water based. A realization hit Kakashi like a ton of bricks. A water based jutsu...that meant it could be countered with....

Kakashi grabbed a fistful of the chakra cord and focused a controlled lightning bolt through the cords.

"Arg!" Ketsu growled in pain. The chakra cords released Kakashi, Gai, and Asuma and they wasted no time putting some distance between them and Kestu.

Kana and Kurenai let out a collective sigh of relief.

"What the hell are those thing?!" Asuma wheezed, trying to catch his breath.

"Chakra cords. They drain the chakra from others. That's how he's able to keep his chakra level so high." Kakashi answered as he also tried breath steadily again.

"Well that makes this a little more problematic." Gai huffed, tendering touching his neck that was previously being strangled.

"Yeah..." Kakashi sighed.

There was a pause between the teammates while they contemplated on what to do next.

"Hey!" Asuma called to Kakashi.

Kakashi turned his attention to Asuma. "How'd you do that anyway?"

"I could see with my sharingan that those chakra cords were water based so I used a controlled burst of lightning and that sent a shock through the cords back to the host." Kakashi answered, noticing a red mark around Asuma's neck. He furrowed his brow in confusion.

Asuma coughed, still lightly trying to breath properly. "Well it's a good thing you did or else we'd be as good as dead."

Kakashi stared at the red mark around Asuma's neck. At first he thought it was from being strangled but the mark was too perfect, too clear. He then turned his head to look at Gai and he too had the same red mark around his neck. That was odd unless...

"Do I have a red mark around my neck?" Kakashi asked looking to Asuma.

Asuma looked confused but looked down at Kakashi's neck. "I mean it's a little red but I imagine that's from nearly being strangled to death."

"So it's not a perfect mark?" Kakashi asked for confirmation. He pretty much already knew the answer to that but he needed to be sure.

Asuma shook his head. "No."

Kakashi looked at the ground for a minute, going deep into thought. Asuma and Gai had the same red mark but he didn't. Why was that?

They were all being strangled, by the same person, by the same chakra cords. What was different about this equation?

Then it clicked. Out of the three of them only he possessed lightning style chakra. He was the only one who had used lightning, and lightning was precise, powerful and there were times when it was known to leave perfect marks on one's body. But not on him because he was the one using it. He was the only one that hadn't gotten hurt from the lightning.

"Kakashi?" Asuma waved his hand in front of Kakashi's face. "You okay?"

"I know a way to beat Ketsu." Kakashi confessed looking up to his wide eyed teammates.

"How?" Gai asked enthusiastically. Kakashi didn't he just turned around walked over to Kana. Asuma and Gai quickly followed his footsteps.

Kakashi grabbed Kana's hand, giving it a light squeeze. "How are you doing?"

Kana shook her head. "Not...v-very good." She admitted with clenched teeth.

She heard him sigh and watched his eyes drift between from his thoughts to reality. "Okay.." He muttered.

"Kana..." Kakashi hesitated, "I'm about to do something crazy and you're probably not gonna like it."

"What...what are you going to do?" Kana questioned worry filling her eyes to the brim.

Kakashi bite his lip briefly before looking his wife in the eyes. "Do you trust me?"

"K-kakashi...I..I don't understand...what are you going to-" She was interrupted.

"Do You Trust Me?" Kakashi asked again strongly this time, not allowing her to ask whatever she was going to.

Kana stared into her husband's one dark eye and lone red one. There was an overwhelming amount of love covering those eyes, she was stilled worried beyond belief but for some reason the way he was looking at her now made her have faith that whatever he was about to do would end with him being alive.

"Yes. Yes I do." Kana finally answered.

Kakashi leaned forward and kissed Kana's head. "I love you." He cooed then abruptly standing and began trekking towards Ketsu.

Asuma and Gai took a step forward. "What's the plan?" Asuma asked anxiously.

"You two stand back while I go in alone." Kakashi ordered continuing to move forward.

"No way! I don't think you should head in al-" Asuma started to lecture, however, Kana cut in.

"We need to trust him. We have to have faith that he will succeed." She proclaimed while watching her beloved walked towards the formidable enemy.

Asuma sighed in frustration. Somehow he knew Kana was right. They just needed to let Kakashi do what he does best. They didn't call him the Copy ninja for nothing.

The silver haired shinobi approached Ketsu, stopping just ten feet away from him. His eyes focused and unwavering.

Ketsu let out a boisterous laugh. "You Still Think You Can Defeat Me? Even When You And Your Friends Couldn't Do It Together?!"

Kakashi stayed silent until Ketsu finished his forced laugh. "No, I don't think I can beat you. I know I can." Kakashi retorted. His expression completely stoic.

Ketsu extended his chakra cords to wrap around Kakashi's neck once again but they weren't quite squeezing yet.

Gai flinched, about two seconds away from jumping into save his dearest friend. He then felt a hand on grab his wrist, he looked down to see Kana watching intently at the events unfolding. Even with the great amount pain she was in, she was still able to muster the strength to reassure Gai without using any words. He had to have faith.

Ketsu brought Kakashi in just inches away from his face. "Oh Yeah? And How Do You Plan On Doing That?" He asked tightening the grip of the chakra cords.

Kakashi grunted a bit from the pressure on his air pipe. "Like...this." He grabbed the chakra cord with both hands and sent a very, Very powerful lightning bolt through the cords and eventually into Ketsu's body.

"ARRRGHH!" Ketsu screamed at the top of his lungs as he was being electrocuted from the inside.

The Copy ninja's powerful lightning bolt caused a bright blue beams to leak from Ketsu's body as it tore itself, which lit up the entire playing field with the highly contrasted light.

The other four ninja observed in amazement at the power their comrade held within him. Especially Kana. Even though she was married to Kakashi and knew practically everything about him, he never ceased to amaze her. And he never would.

Finally, the bright blue light began to disperse. Ketsu stood silent for a moment before falling to the ground and took Kakashi with him.

"Kakashi!" Gai yelled, rushing over to Ketsu's fallen body.

Kakashi was already sitting up before Gai had gotten over to him. He looked up to Gai and Gai grinned. "You did it." He congratulated.

Kakashi lightly returned his friend's smile.

Kana smiled too until the pain in her body becoming increasingly worse. She couldn't what pain was overriding the other but it didn't matter. What mattered is that this baby was coming.

Kakashi and Gai rushed back over to Kana. "We need to hurry. Kana could give birth any moment now." Kakashi ordered.

His comrades nodded their heads in agreement and dashed off back towards the direction of the village.

They hoped it wasn't too late.

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