#some of y'all would melt down in this situation

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Angels & Demons | (Sub!Rafe)

Pairing: sub!Rafe Cameron x domme!Reader

Synopsis: Rafe asks reader to a Halloween bash, proposing they wear matching costumes. They have a conversation on where they stand. Lots of fun at the biggest party of the year.

Warnings: fluff, clingy!rafe, pouty!rafe, alcohol consumption

Word Count: 8.4k (I'm so so sorry I need psychiatric help)

A/N: Hi y'all! It's finally here, ignore the fact that its 10 days late - Happy Halloween🤣 This is really long and fluffy, some steamy scenes as well because it wouldn't be me without them 😘 The smut for the day after the party will be posted soon! Had to separate it because it would have been too damn long to read and y'all deserved to have this as soon as possible. Hope it's not too long anyway 😭 I am sorry for the delay but I hope you enjoy it! As always lmk what you think!

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Angels & Demons

"I need you to sit still, baby." His heart soared, as it always did, when she called him that. He was currently sitting at her vanity while she patiently applied glitter to his face.

He felt restless, she was so close and she smelled so nice and she was touching him so gently. Looking at her, so beautiful, right in front of him was driving him insane. It was his own fault for being in this situation, getting ready for a party he suggested they attend. So he really had no right to be acting bratty. He just really wanted to kiss her and she was keeping him hostage in the small chair. The generous view of her cleavage bent over like this, courtesy of her costume, might also have something to do with his fading sanity.

It was a week ago when he suggested they go to the Halloween bash together. It was the biggest party of the year so far, spanning the entire greek street. It was always wild and intense, but he wasn't interested in that this year. He just wanted to spend time with her and his friends, and have a good time. This would technically be their coming out party and he was ecstatic when she said yes to coming. Even more so when he suggested they match their costumes, trying to play it off as no big deal, but in actuality extremely aware of the implications.

"Like, a couple's costume?" It came out of the blue. They had been cuddled up on her couch when he brought up the topic the party and asked if she wanted to come with him. Then he started acting all shy and flustered broaching the topic of outfits.

"Yeah. I don't know if you maybe wanted to match. Might be cool, I don't know." He was blushing in that way that made her heart melt like a popsicle on a hot summer day. He didn't even give her a chance to respond as he continued.

"Unless you don't want to or think it would be weird, it's totally fine we don't have to. It was just a thought..." he trailed off, not meeting her eyes, flustered and insecure. Her heart ached.

"Hey..." her soft palm met his cheek and forced him to look back at her.

"Why would it be weird?" Her gaze was warm and he was blushing even harder now. His thoughts felt scrambled, all the practicing he had done in his head vanishing into thin air when he was so close to her.

"I don't know. Maybe you don't see us..." he trailed off, shrugging his shoulders, not able to finish his thought.

"As a couple?" She offered, trying to help but driving him further up the wall instead. He just shrugged, keeping his eyes trained on the coffee table, feeling weak. She pushed him further onto the couch, straddling his lap in order to force him to look at her. His heart felt like it might burst out of his chest.

She said nothing, simply waited for him to speak up. Needing him to talk to her, instead of shutting down. They'd talked about this habit of his, she promised she'd never judge him and he promised he'd try his best to be as open with her as he could. So he had no choice then, not when she was looking at him like that. Not after he made her a promise.

"We never talked about it. So you might not." His eyes were running wildly all over her face, trying to be respectful and not look away but not brave enough to see the possible rejection in her gaze.

"Do you want us to?" He sighed, the feeling of her playing with his hair making him lose the last bit of dignity he had. He was so desperate for her he couldn't cope.

"Maybe..." she shook her head then. She hated that word, wished he would stop using it and just say what he really wants. But she knew it was hard for him so she didn't push it.

"Do you want us to be a couple, Rafe?" His eyes finally met hers, hearing the vulnerability in her voice. When they did, he saw no judgement, no rejection, just kindness. And he didn't have it in him to pretend anymore.

"I do." The beat it took for her to react felt like an eternity, his breath stuck in his throat.

"Good." She smiled, caressing his face so gently he thought he'd cry. She kissed his red cheek and whispered a soft "me too."

His heart skipped at her words, a bright smile finally making it's way onto his face as he hugged her so close, leading them both to almost fall off the couch. The only thing that could be heard in her small appartment was the sound of their giggles as they processed their emotional conversation.

"Fuck, I'm so relieved." He kissed her neck where his head was burried while he held her as close as possible. Her hands running though his hair in that soothing manner she knew he loved. She laughed as he peppered kisses on her skin.

"What? Did you really think I'd say no?" She pulled him back enough to look at his beautiful face. He had a sheepish smile on and his eyes sparkled with joy.

"I don't know." He shrugged in a careless manner, even though they both knew it was a front.

"Oh so you think I just let any guy sleep over and cuddle with me on the couch?" She was giving him a faux offended look and he couldn't help but laugh.

"I don't know, you might..." he grinned and she rolled her eyes.

"Bro, be serious." She pushed off of him to pick up the blanket that had fallen to the floor during their tumble.

"Bro? You can't friendzone me now!" He whined as she stood up, folding the blanket and then throwing it right in his cheeky little face. He let out a surprised yelp and she giggled as he rushed after her on her way to the kitchen. He looked like a lost puppy, incapable of not being near her, it seemed.

"So what's this costume?" He was looking at her throat as she gulped down a glass of water, completely zoned out when she asked the question.

"Huh?" He snapped his eyes back to her face but it was too late, she'd already noticed him ogling her. His ears turned a shade pinker as he tried to play it off.

"The costume you want to wear, what is it?" He looked confused.

"I don't know." He shrugged causing her to raise her eyebrow.

"You don't have a costume in mind?" He shook his head, grinning as he stepped closer to her.

"Whatever you want." She had to refrain from laughing at how cute he was, with his floppy hair and his rumpled clothes and his childlike grin.

"So now I have to come up with a couple's costume even thought it was your idea?" She played annoyed but he could see the smirk twitching at the corner of her mouth. He wrapped his arms around her and connected their foreheads, the intimate banter reducing them both to mush on the inside.

"Yep. Just want everyone to know." He nuzzled his nose into her hair as her fingers ran gently over his back.

"Know what?" He pulled back to look at her then. A rare moment of bravery.

"That I'm yours." Her breath caught in her throat at the way he said it. So sure, so honest, so utterly unashamed. It made butterflies appear in her stomach and she wanted to curse at how much she loved hearing those words come out of his mouth.

"That you're mine?" She kissed his face gently and his smile could not be bigger.

"Mhm. All yours." she blushed from the raw honesty in his words and he noticed. But before he could call her out on it she kissed him, making him forget whatever thought he might have had of teasing her.

It was heaven, whenever their lips met. They felt like they became one and it was so insane to think about that they refused to, simply letting themselves get lost in the pleasure of being with each other.

And now here they were, in her bedroom, putting the finishing touches on the costumes. He admired how stunning she looked, so focused and unguarded. He swore he had never seen a person more beautiful in his life. He couldn't stop a smirk from making its way onto his face as he took in her outfit. The tight leather bustier made her boobs look insane, the short black skirt leaving just enough to the imagination, and the skull shaped lace of her thights hugged her thighs so well he wanted to bite into them.

"One last thing" she positioned the accessory on his head and smiled at the result.

"Perfect." He blushed at the compliment, turning around to face the mirror and finally see her hadiwork.

He looked flushed and soft, the sparkles on his face matching the ones on the halo atop of his head. He was dressed in all white, a button down over a white t-shirt, white pants she made him buy the other day, and white converse on his feet. The silver against the white made him look almost ethereal. He was a literal angel before her eyes and she could not be happier with how it all turned out.

She grabbed her own headpiece, a pair of black horns and completed their couples costume. An angel and a demon. Not the most unique of ideas, however the roles were usually reversed. He told her that when she came up with the concept and all she said was "You're my good boy now, right? You're gonna be my angel." After that he shut up and the flush didn't leave his cheeks for a long time.

He didn't know if she fully understood just how much she affected him when she said stuff like that. Messed with his mind, his heart, twisting him up inside until he feels like falling at her feet. Or maybe she knew exactly how bad he had it for her, and she enjoyed it.

She was taking her sweet time taking him in, critical eye paying attention to every detail waiting to find something she might have missed. Even though it wasn't her idea and she'd never done matching costumes with anyone before, she was feeling super excited at the prospect of the entire campus knowing he was hers. She wasn't a jealous person, but she knew there were girls vying for his attention and now he was making it clear he had no interest in anyone but her. It made her heart feel so full that she had to force herself to stay cool. He did that. He'd come and sweep the rug out from under her in the best ways. One minute she's chill and the next he hits her with this genuine unabashed affection and she's left confused as to how to cope. She wouldn't complain though, it was the best kind of surprise every time it happened.

To think not long ago she had thought he could never be with someone like her, that they weren't compatible. It was laughable now. Every move they made felt perfectly synced, like it was always meant to be the two of them together. And whenever her insecurities would try and weasel into her mind he'd smile at her in that way he did and she'd feel peace again. She knew he still had his demons but since they agreed to be open with each other he seemed more calm, less on edge, like that peace she felt was mirrored in him too. She couldn't quite believe how happy she was.

He was looking at her with those bedroom eyes again and she had to refrain from letting her mind run wild, as his no doubt was. They spent hours getting ready and they had a party to go to.

This would be the first time they arrived together at a party, and while she wasn't particularly bothered about what other people thought, she knew he cared and wanted to show the world they were together now. For real. She understood, they had spent so much time making up for all the months wasted, in their little bubble and while it was amazing and they wouldn't trade it for anything - they did need to step back into the real world. Meet each other's people, be part of each others lives in public too.

He was really excited at the prospect and it warmed her heart to see him so positively nervous about something. Something other than sex, that is. She needed to stop thinking about sex and focus. Party. They're going to a party. She grabbed her purse and took his hand leading them out the door and into the night.

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Walking into his frat, hand in hand, it felt like the entire house was staring at them. In reality most people didn't pay them a second glance, but it felt like a momentous occasion to him. He had a big, proud smile on his face as he led her through the massive crowd to the kitchen where he knew his friends would most likely be congregated. As they walked in they were met with loud whoops sounding over the music.

"Mistery Girl! You made it!" It was Mac, Rafe's best friend. They'd met several times, and even though he now knew her name, he still clung to the nickname - to Rafe's great annoyance. As expected, Rafe rolled his eyes at his friend. She smiled and greeted his group, some of whom she'd briefly met before, some faces definitely unfamiliar leading Rafe to introduce her.

Rafe went to make her a drink, knowing she prefers a cocktail to a beer. He managed to locate some fruity syrup and decided to mix her a drink himself. He didn't trust any of the already made punches floating around. She deserved the best. Since best wasn't an option, at least better than the terribly tasting jungle juice Mac always made.

Aaron, one of his frat brothers, whom he didn't really care for, decided to stand too close to her for his liking. Rafe was looking at him while making sure not to spill any of the alcohol he was pouring. He didn't like him crowding her and he wanted to get back there to prevent any unfortunate scene that might unfold.

"So you're the devil, huh?" She gave the random man next to her an unimpressed look, taking a step to the side to create space between them. She didn't want to deal with annoying creeps, but she needed to keep her promise and not do anything to offend his friends.

"Just a lowly demon, I'm afraid." She replied to his question, trying to stay polite.

"Ah, I don't see nothing lowly about you, sweetheart." His gaze flashed to her cleavage and her blood started boiling when he leaned into her space again. He was clearly already drunk but her patience was wearing thin.

"Here you go, babe." His voice snapped her out of her reverie, bringing with him a calm she had missed in the past few minutes they were apart. She took the cup from him, relaxing into his chest as he made himself at home at her back, wrapping one arm around her. His eyes were shooting daggers at Aaron, and she had to refrain from smirking, finding his protectiveness endearing.

"This is pretty good, sweet boy." She looked up at him after tasting his conconction and he broke eye contact with Aaron to look back at her, a smile shining on his face at the compliment. A slight blush appeared on his cheeks at the pet name. He had yet to get used to how he felt every time she called him something so sweet and loving. This was the first time she had called him a nickname in public, not thinking anything of it until the pest next to them decided to speak up.

"N'aww ain't that just adorable?" The smile wiped off Rafe's face in record time as he shot daggers at Aaron for the interruption. Jade was getting more and more annoyed by this random guy and she knew Rafe was as well, so she wished to remove them both from his presence. Before she could though, he had to speak again.

"When did you become such a pussy, Cameron?" Rafe rolled his eyes, tired of his bullshit and ready to leave the kitchen but he felt her stiffen in his arms.

"You watch your mouth." Her voice was low and cold, but everyone in the kitchen could hear it nontheless.

"It's okay-" before he got a chance to reassure her that this dickhead's words meant nothing to him, he was interrupted.

"Woah there little lady. You're feisty. She speaks for you now, too? What happened to you, bro?" He was giggling to himself, but none of his other friends seemed amused. She was starting to realize no one liked him, but for the life of her couldn't understand why they tolerated such a piece of shit.

"Listen here, you little cockroach-" she took a step towards him but Rafe snapped into action, wrapping his arm tighter against her and pulling her backwards.

"Rafe..." her tone held a warning, but he didn't care. He wasn't about to let Aaron of all people, ruin their night before it even started.

"Baby, he's not worth it. Everyone knows he's just desperate for attention, since no one's giving him any." His first words whispered to her, but the latter said loud enough for everyone to hear. Aaron flushed red in anger and Mac saw it as his queue to jump in.

"Alright, we get it. You're jealous Rafe has a girl now. My condolences man but we gotta move on, yeah?" The crowd laughed at Mac's jokes making Aaron even more furious, but the friendly arm Mac slung around his shoulder and the beer he handed him managed to distract the drunken douche enough for Rafe to drag her out of the kitchen.

"You should've let me knock him out." Her teeth were clenched and he tried to prevent a smile from breaking out but she looked so adorable, all mad and protective, ready to fight for his honor. He chuckled at the thought and her eyes snapped to him, taking in his face, thinking he's laughing at her.

"Hey. I could take him!" She was offended.

"Oh trust me, I know. I remember just how lethal that right hook can be." His eyes were sparkling with mischief, and she realized he was only teasing her.

"He deserved it." She spoke, no longer upset, feeling her anger leave her body as he swayed them both on the dance floor.

"I know." He was smirking, giving her that annoying yet adorable look, driving her crazy.

"Why do you let him talk to you like that?" He sighed, pulling her into his chest, laying his head on top of hers as they danced.

"I don't care enough about his opinion to let him ruin my night." She looked up at him then, realizing he wasn't being a pushover because of his friends, which she worried might have been the reason why he didn't fight back. He was just mature enough not to let some irrelevant twat get under his skin. She smiled at that, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

"That's very grown up of you." She teased and he laughed, glad she was back to normal.

"And you ready to fight him for a stupid comment, is definitely not." She rolled her eyes, a slight blush tinging her cheeks.

He was right, she had promised herself to stay cool but one mean comment aimed at him destroyed her composure. She felt such an intense need to protect him, it was quite confusing and scary. She would have laid that fucker out right there in the kitchen. How embarrassing.

"Hey, I'm not complaining. It was very hot, how protective you got." He was smirking again, the cocky little shit. She rolled her eyes again and pulled him into a kiss, just to shut him up and distract him from her somewhat childish behavior. He moaned into the kiss when her tongue entered his mouth and she smiled when she felt him shiver under her fingertips. He was so easy.

When she broke the kiss he was dazed, chasing her lips to prolong the moment but she simply gave him a sweet peck and pulled away. The pout on his face was adorable, resembling a little kid told he can't have his favorite candy for dinner. She admired the flush of redness on his skin from the brief shared moment and a longing stirred in her belly, resembling the one very clearly written on his face. They both wanted more but this was not the time or the place, so she went back to slowly swaying with him in a soft embrace. He melted into her, as he always did.

The kiss made him crave more but she was making it clear it wasn't going to happen. Not yet, at least. He enjoyed the way she held him though, so warm and soft and protected. It always messed with his emotions but he wasn't ashamed of how much he enjoyed it. Not even a little.

It wasn't long before their peaceful moment got interrupted. Mac nearly knocked them both down in excitement as he announced body shots taking place on the formerly used beer pong table. This was exactly the kind of chaos she'd come to expect from a frat party. Rafe's eyes glistened with mischief and she knew what he was going to say before he even spoke.

"What do you say? Wanna do body shots?" He had a playful smirk on his face, fully expecting her to roll her eyes and reject him.

"Sure." She nearly laughed at how quickly the smirk disappeared, replaced with a confusion which then gave way to cautious excitement. She smiled and took his hand, following where Mac had gone, presumably in the direction of the shots.

Rafe was buzzing with excitement as they made their way to the basement where the den was. That's where they usually used the old ping pong table for beer pong. A crowd was gathered around the table, whooping as a guy finished licking salt off a girl's neck. He couldn't believe she agreed to this. Holy shit.

They made their way to the table, waiting for another couple to finish, being next in line. Rafe could feel the adrenaline coursing through his body in anticipation. Then she turned to him and smirked and he thought he'd pass out right then and there. She was the sexiest woman alive, he'd swear it. He couldn't believe he got to call her his girlfriend.

"Shirt off." The command in her voice shook him to his core, too reminiscent of how she talked to him in the privacy of her bedroom. His pulse quickened in excitement. And then he processed her words and realized what she was saying.

"Lay down." Her eyes held a spark in them that always knocked his breath out of his lungs. Of course. Of course she would do this. He didn't know why he was expecting anything else. He followed her orders, like he always did. He had never been the one on the receiving end of body shots and he'd be lying if he said it wasn't turning him on.

The crowd went wild as he undressed and positioned himself on the table. She drank him in, all flushed, a sheen of sweat marking his body from the dancing. He looked delicious and she could feel arousal pool in her belly. It was messy, being like this in front of all these people. She knew, but in that moment she didn't have it in her to care. He was laying there, waiting for her and she wasn't going to deny either of them the high about to happen.

She moved into action, pouring salt on his collar bone and continuing a line down his chest, making Mac whoop out a "hell yeah!". She was solely focused on Rafe, though. He was getting more and more red as the seconds passed and he could feel the lust running through him. She was driving him insane. She put a lime wedge in his mouth and gave him a cheeky wink to which he silently groaned. A fucking tease.

With one last look into his wild eyes, she downed a shot of tequila and finally bent down to make contact with his skin. She licked a long strip from his belly button, over his chest, to his collar bones where she cleaned all the salt off his sticky skin. He shivered as her mouth moved to his neck, giving a cheeky bite to his sweet spot. His eyes rolled to the back of his head in response. She was evil for that.

Finally her eyes met his again as she leaned in to take the lime wedge from him, biting into it, letting the sour juice soak her tongue and complete her shot. The crowd cheered loudly and she quickly discarded the lime wedge to the side as she pulled him in and kissed him, deep and hot and messy.

Both of them were completely lost in the moment, the tension coming to a head as their tongues met and he tasted the liquior and lime on her. He moaned into the kiss, not caring about if anyone heard, solely focused on her. The kiss didn't last long but it awakened something in both of them. She managed to force herself back, to not give these strangers any more of a show than she already had, and pulled him up by his hand.

He struggled to find his feet, feeling completely fucking dazed from that kiss and that body shot and her touch and fuck she was ruining him.

As soon as they moved away from the table, the crowd's attention was taken by the next couple and they had a chance to take a breath. He was red all over, his shirt crumpled in his hand, his other hand in hers. She looked flushed as well, probably for the same reason he was. That was insane.

She kissed him again, finally out of the spotlight. This kiss was slower, but still as deep. He could feel his pants constricting him as he realized he was fully hard for her. She didn't miss it either, as she felt his length pressing against her abdomen. He groaned at the pressure and she pulled back to look at him.

He was embarassed so he lead her away from the basement, making sure to stay hidden behind her, not wanting anyone to witness his predicament. When they made it back to the ground floor he wasted no time in grabbing her hand and rushing up the stairs, her bemused laughter accompanying the movement.

"Where are you going?" She asked, trying to keep up with the speed at which he was practically running.

"My room." He spoke as if it was obvious as he pulled her in the direction of the room they'd both spent several nights tangled up together.

"Rafe, we're not having sex right now." She didn't want to be that couple, the one hooking up in the middle of a party after doing body shots. It felt like a cliche.

"No, I just need..." he trailed off as he unlocked his room, pulling her in as he turned the light on.

"Just need a moment." He looked down at his crotch with a blush and she smiled in understanding. He needs some privacy to calm down.

"Okay, baby." She kissed his cheek in reassurance and made her way to his desk chair, making herself comfortable.

He awkwardly stood there, not sure what to do now. Just having her in his room again was not helping with his problem. The thought of having to go take care of himself in the bathroom depressed him though. So he begrudgingly sat down on his bed and looked at her, confused.

She wanted to laugh at his expression, like he had no clue what to do with himself. His very obvious erection was not helping her calm down from what happened earlier. In fact, the fire in her was getting worse as she looked at him so vulnerable in front of her. Still shirtless, his chest moving with heavy breaths. It was driving her insane.

"Can I..." he didn't finish his thought, almost cursing at even saying anything. His voice had been so quiet she almost didn't hear him.

"What?" She drew the chair closer, to hear him better, making him take in a deep breath to try and get a hold of himself.

"Nothing. Forget it." He shook his head and refused to meer her eyes. That was unacceptable.

"Rafe." Her voice left no room for argument, she wanted him to tell her the truth.

"I was just... I wanted to..." he trailed off again feeling agitated that he couldn't just be confident in expressing himself the way he wished he could. He knew it frustrated her too and it made him feel worse.

"Wanted what, baby?" She moved to sit down next to him, her proximity only causing more frustration to bubble inside him.

"I want to taste you." He finally managed to verbalize his thoughts, meeting her eyes with apprehension.

"Oh..." she wasn't expecting that.

"I'm sorry." She shook her head at his apology.

"No, don't be. It's okay." She held his face in her hands then, observing him.

"Why are you so afraid, hm?" He gulped at her question, uncomfortable at her ability to see right through him all the time.

"I don't know, I just.. I don't wanna dissappoint you." She sighed and pulled him closer, placing a soft kiss on his lips. He exhaled in relief, she wasn't judging him.

"You would never dissappoint me by telling me what you want or how you feel, Rafe. I told you this." Her eyes were so kind it threw him.

"I know, I know. I just... I don't wanna screw this up." He looked embarrassed again and she hated it.

"You could never screw anything up by being honest. The opposite, actually." He nodded, feeling calmer as her fingers played with his hair.

"I'm sorry I'm so messed up." He let out a slight chuckle and she responded with a kind smile.

"You don't ever have to apologize for being human. Not to me. Not to anyone." She was looking at him with such conviction he couldn't help but nod. He wanted to believe her so badly.

"Is this something you've been wanting for a while?" He flushed again, remembeing his words form earlier, shyly nodding.

"Why didn't you say anything? Hm?" She placed her forehead against his, offering comfort and a grounding touch which was exactly what he needed.

"Dunno. Didn't want to overstep." He was finally being honest with her.

"By expressing your desires? To your girlfriend?" She was looking at him with slight amusement, and he blushed even more. She was right, it was silly

"When you say it like that it sounds dumb." He chuckled and she smiled at the sound. She kissed him again, a sweet kiss that helped ease his embarassment.

"I know I'm supposed to talk to you. I just didn't know how to bring this up without... I don't know... offending you." She nearly laughed at that.

"Offending me?" He shrugged.

"I don't know if it's allowed to ask for that." He blushed again, the teasing note in his voice not missed by her.

"You can ask for whatever you want, baby. I might not agree with everything, but you can always ask." She was serious now, wanting him to understand she meant it.

"Alright... So can I? Taste you?" He was holding his breath now, anticipating her answer. Truth be told he had been craving it for months - to please her like that. He enjoyed giving head before but he felt like he would explode with need over doing it for her.

"Not right now." She smiled.

"But I can... some other time?" He was desperate for her to say yes, to know he has a chance to fulfill this need, to please her like she deserves.

"Maybe." She was driving him crazy now.

"Maybe?" His tone was exasperated causing her to smile.

"Yes. Maybe." She pulled back so she could maintain eye contact.

"Eating my pussy is a privilege to be earned, Rafe. Not just something you can expect." He gulped as she spoke, driving him more and more insane with each word passing her lips. He wanted to scream with how hot she was, how sexy he found her confidence and how much he hated and loved her dominant personality all at once. He felt ready to beg. It was pathetic, really.

"How do I earn it?" His question made her stifle a chuckle, the eagerness in his tone endearing.

"By being a really, really good boy." She whispered the last part, his eyes glazing over, caught in a trance. She was so evil for playing with him when he's so messed up over her already.

"I'll do anything. I'll be so good." He would have been embarassed at how pathetic he sounded but he didn't have it in him to care, his arousal overwhelming him.

"You will, huh?" He nodded so fast she had to hold back from laughing. She couldn't believe he was begging to eat her out right now. This was not what she expected out of tonight.

"Yes. I'll be soo good for you. Please..." He was so far gone now, the whine in his voice causing her panties to dampen. Damn him. Damn him for how hot he looked, begging for her.

"You're gonna be good for me?" He was nodding along, clearly too far gone at this point to form words.

"Okay. I need you to calm down so we can go back downstairs." His brows furrowed as her words registered.

"What?" He asked, trying to clear the lustful haze from his brain.

"We came to a party, remember?" He was nodding along.

"So we're going back downstairs and you're going to enjoy yourself at the party you wanted us to come to. Yeah?" He finally started realizing she wasn't going to give him what he so desperately wants. She was mean for teasing him like that. He pouted again, giving her that kicked puppy look, but she stood her ground. He sighed loudly, feeling grumpy now.

"You're cruel." He mumbled as he got up and made his way to the door.

"What was that?" She heard him the first time but wanted to see if he'd have the balls to repeat it.

"Nothing. I'm going to the bathroom." He shuffled out of the room with his head down.

She felt a little guilty for rejecting him like that but she meant what she said. She didn't get all dressed up and come to this party just to end their night so soon. She knew this had been important to him and she didn't want his lust to distract him from what he really wanted to do tonight. Which is spend time with his friends and her, not to go back to their bubble the second they got horny. No. Tonight was a test for both of them, to practice some freaking self control. She had to be the strong one, cause he clearly couldn't be. Not when it came to this. But he made it really, really difficult to keep her head straight. Trouble personified.

Once he returned from the bathroom he seemed more calm, more in control of himself. He had splashed his face with water and spent an annoying amount of time sitting on the closed toilet seat, forcing himself to stop thinking dirty things and relax. It wasn't easy, with everything that happened in the basement and then his room. The teasing, the tension, it was all too much. But he understood why she rejected his advances, no matter how embarrassed he might be about it. He was the one who dragged them out to this party, making a big deal out of the night - so he had no right to be mad at her for trying to do what he had asked - experience the party with him.

So he shook his naughty thoughts off and managed to calm himself down enough to where his arousal was no longer noticable. It was the best he could do without jerking off and he really didn't want to do that.

She got up as he enterd the room, approaching him and pulling him into a hug immediately. He realized she felt bad for what happened but he wasn't upset anymore.

"It's okay. You're right. We should go back downstairs." She pulled back to look at him, to see if he was being honest with her. He smiled at her worry.

"I promise." He gave her a cheeky smirk and she accepted his answer, pressing a quick peck to his cheek and pulling him out of the room, back to the party.

He felt so lucky, holding her hand, seeing her interact with his friends, the smile on her face encouraging him to snap out of his thoughts and back to reality. He decided downing a few more shots would help him relax further, making it easier to forget how worked up he had been not 10 minutes ago.

As the night went on they hung out with his friends, drank, laughed and danced together. It was perfect. Exactly what he wished it would be like. He wanted her to like his friends and be comfortable around them and she seemed to be doing great.

They were in the kitchen again, her sitting on one of the bar chairs, chatting with one of the girls in the group. Completely smitten and unable to tear his eyes away, he just looked at her, his girlfriend - the realization making his heart feel so damn full he couldn't believe it. She was his girlfriend. How on earth did he get so fucking lucky?

She could feel his eyes boring into her for a while now, so she looked back at him finding him with a lovesick smile on his face, drunk and adorable, unashamed in his staring.

She decided to keep her drinking to a minimum, being the responsible one as always. It was in her nature. He was clearly already quite drunk but she didn't mind. She hadn't seen him drink that much during the time they've been together so she didn't feel a need to worry about it being a regular occurence. He just seemed really happy tonight and she didn't mind taking care of him once the time came. Which is something she never expected from herself at all- wanting to take care of a guy, not in terms of aftercare post sex, but in general. It made her question her sanity.

Once he realized she was looking at him the smile on his face only got bigger and he felt the intense urge to go to her, so he did. She smiled as he slightly stumbled into her, wrapping her arms protectively around him to steady him.

"Having fun?" She cheekily asked and he gave her the biggest boyish smile in return.

"Mhm, so much fun." He cuddled into her, taking her slightly by surprise. He was acting like they were the only people in the room, even though the kitchen was full of his friends. She could feel eyes on them as she played with his hair, the touch grounding, coaxing him back into reality.

"You okay, baby?" He simply nodded and nuzzled his face into her neck.

"Just happy." Her heart skipped a beat. She felt such intense affection for him in that moment it was unreal.

He wrapped his arms around her, making himself at home in between her legs, cocooning himself in her embrace. He was behaving the same way he did when they were alone, always desperate for her touch, to feel connected to her. It seemed even more intense now when they had a crowd of people looking at them.

"Feeling clingy?" She jokingly asked as the eyes of those around them burned into her skin. She didn't mind it but she was worried he might be embarrassed when he realized how he was acting in front of everyone.

"Just want you to hold me." He kissed her cheek and she could feel a slight blush forming where his lips met her skin.

She held him close, letting him soak in her touch, just as she did when they were in her apartment. She played with his hair and gave his back scratches in the same well practiced dance her fingers performed every day. She decided to break the moment by starting up a conversation with the same girl again as he cuddled into her in silence.

They stayed like that for a while and slowly but surely everyone got used to the odd sight of Rafe Cameron being clingy and soft as fuck, realizing this was normal behavior to the pair as she took it in stride.

After a while Rafe started getting antsy, she could feel him wiggling around and cocked a brow.

"What's up, angel?" Their eyes met and he pouted.

"Need to pee." He almost whined out causing her to chuckle.

"Then go pee?" She didn't understand his dilemma.

"Don't wanna." She realized what he meant, he didn't want to let go of her and leave her embrace even for a short bathroom trip. It made her almost laugh but she held back from it, seeing the serious expression on his face. He was drunker than she thought. She sighed, not believing what she was about to say.

"You want me to come with you?" She could see by the way he immediately brightened, she was right.

She couldn't believe she was so down bad that she'd baby a guy like this. But alas there she was, holding his hand and guiding him to the bathroom. She needed to maintain some dignity so she told him she'd wait outside for him to which he pouted but decided not to complain after seeing the resolution on her face. So she watched him stumble into the bathroom making a mental note to get him to drink water once they got back.

When he came out of the bathroom, he almost lost his footing nearly tripping until she caught him, steadying him. He was embarrassed at how drunk he'd gotten.

"We need to get you some water, baby." He noded his head, wrapping his arms around her again, quietly apologizing into her skin over and over and over while she shushed him and guided them back to the kitchen. As soon as they got there she was thrusting a water bottle at him.

"Drink the whole thing." Her tone left no room for argument so he drank the water obediently and she kept a watchful eye on him the whole time. As she did, she finally noticed something different in his costume. He had gotten redressed when he was in the bathroom upstairs, but something was missing.

"Where's your halo?" He stared at her confused, processing her words for a long moment until they finally set in. He hurried to check his head for the headband he was wearing at the beginning of the night only to find it gone. He set the now empty water bottle on the counter, turning around in search of the missing piece but it was nowhere to be seen.

"I lost it." He pouted, trying to think back to where he had it last but the task was impossible for his drunken mind. She softened at his sad expression, he looked like he might cry.

"It's okay, baby. It was only like 3 dollars." He shook his head, not feeling any better about it.

"But you got it for me." He looked so cute and pitiful, pouting like a kid over a piece of plastic.

"I can get you another one." She smiled as he brightened.

"Really?" She nodded, pulling him closer to fix the mess his hair.

"Really. It's not a big deal." But it was to him. It might have been a silly constume prop but he fully intended to keep it forever as a reminder of their night.

"Our costumes are ruined." He whined and she held back a laugh at his theatrics.

"I don't think anyone cares about our costumes anymore, Rafe." She was right, everyone was too drunk to care about any of that at this point.

"I do.... Now we don't look like a couple anymore." She sighed in exasperation.

"But we are a couple, baby." He smiled at that, hiding his face in her shoulder making her chuckle. He was adorable when he got all shy from her petnames. She knew he loved it when she called him baby the most.

"Wanted everyone to know..." he whined into her skin, apparently not done with the topic yet. She rolled her eyes at what she was about to do to appease him. She really is down bad for this guy.

She pulled out her red lipstick and her phone, reaplying the colour to her lips while he watched her like it was the most fascinating sight in the world.

"Here." She planted a big kiss on his cheek, leaving a print of her lips on his skin. He blushed as she showed him his face on the phone screen, feeling all giddy again.

"Happy now?" She was starting to annoy herself with her need to make him happy tonight.

"Yes. Thank you." He hugged her again, taking in the smell of her hair, feeling sated at last.

As soon as things were starting to feel somewhat peaceful again, Aaron had to make a comeback. She had no patience left in her body for anyone's bullshit and she figured it was around time to get going anyways. She looked down at Rafe, sleepily leaning on her, eyes drooping, realizing he was ready for bed.

"Time for bed, baby?" He groaned in disaproval, not wanting to end the night yet.

"Hungry." She barely managed to make out his mumbling. She hadn't seen any food around except for some chips which was not really good enough to sate a stomach as drunk as his. He needed actual food.

"How about we get you to your room and I order something? Hm?" He looked cute, thinking it over, she could practically see the wheels in his head turning with concentration.

"But we're supposed to go back to yours." The little pout was back on his lips and she realized he pouted a lot when he was drunk.

"I don't think I can carry you back to my place, baby. We can ask Mac for help up the stairs yeah?" He shook his head, the movement clearly making him temporarily dizzy and she worried he might end up falling over.

"M'not that drunk." The slur in his words contradicting his conviction. She simply rolled her eyes and located Mac who was also quite drunk but seemed still capable of helping her out.

"Mac!" The brunet immediately made his way to where the two were standing. "Help me get him upstairs?" He wasted no time nodding and grabbing his best friend under his arms to drag him to his room. Rafe protested again but after stumbling decided to keep his mouth shut and accept the help. He could still walk to an extent so Mac didn't need her help, managing to get him to his room fairly quick helping him down on his bed.

"I'm sorry." He kept apologizing, feeling bad for ruining the night. She disagreed. She'd had plenty of fun with him tonight and him being drunk was but a minor inconveniece to an overall good time. She explained this to him, kissing his cheek in reassurance.

Mac had made himself scarce quickly and she was thankful for the privacy and the quiet of the room. She ordered them both a burger and fries and played with his hair while they waited. It didn't take long for him to doze off.

Once her phone pinged, she snuck out not to wake him and made her way outside to get the food, pushing past the rest of the drunken party downstairs. When she came back his eyes were barely open, it seemed he had woken up by her absence. She smiled showing him the food and he returned it, stomach grumbling with hunger.

They finished their food quite quickly, given how hungry they were, throwing the trash in the bag to be dealt with tomorrow. She changed into his t-shirt and despite the sleepiness overcoming him, his eyes still stared at her body, unable to control himself when she was so damn beautiful. She caught him staring and chuckled at his awestruck expression. He had the same look on every time he saw her undress.

"Come on baby, lets get you changed, hm?" She helped him pull his shirt off and struggled to take off his pants but eventually managed. He had an adorable grin on his face as she made herself comfortable beside him. She reached for him and he immediately made himself at home in her arms. Sleeping with her had become one of his absolute favorite things in the world. He never sleeps better than when he's wrapped up in her arms.

"Good night." He whispered into her hair and she laid a light kiss on his temple as the exhaustion finally caught up to her.

"Good night, my angel."

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[hyukalyptus]

thinking about kai with an older!femme!fwb.

cw. older!femme!chubby!reader x inexperienced!kai, sex (protection not mentioned), clit play, nipple play, cock drunk, "mommy," friends with benefits with a hint of sugar mommy vibes, reader drives a car, reader twirls hair and blushes, "good boy," "i love you," kissing.

fucking you in missionary with his thumb on ur clit, tits bouncing. he feels so so so good inside you, you can hardly control urself, melting underneath him, drunk on his cock, eyes rolled back.

am i making you feel good mommy? hm? does my cock feel good?

nodding is all you can do, but it gets the point across. he chuckles under his breath, licking his thumb before moving to ur nipple, shivers rolling down ur spine at how delicious he feels.

fuck, mommy, you looked so sexy tonight. love it when you take me out to show everyone im yours.

this fwb situation has been getting a little grey. some may see you as more of a sugar mommy than a friend, but y'all preferred the other label. the benefits being sex ...and you took him out on dates every once in a while. friend dates you'd call them. but they were a bit extravagant to be just friend dates.

regardless, you'd never tie urself down to a monogamous relationship. ur too sexy, too busy for a boyfriend. someone like you would never fall in love...let alone fall for a younger guy that was so lost before you started fucking.

so why was he making you twirl ur hair when he'd hold the door open for you? why were you so giddy when he walked outside his apartment door when you picked him up? why do you feel like crying right now? it's just that the dick is so good, you tell yourself.

kiss me. you didn't kiss much, apart from foreplay. too romantic. but he loved it. he loved feeling your lips against his, so he was happy to oblige.

the knot in your stomach tightens more and more by the second. you gasp, breaking the kiss and he knows. knows how fucking close you are. that was one thing he'd gotten really good at. knowing just when ur about to come.

are you gonna come for me, mommy? have i been a good boy? making you feel so good?

fuck..yes, yes, kai, you've been such a good boy, you whisper. his thumb finds ur clit again and fuck youre in heaven. orgasm washing over you like a waterfall, your body trembles, fingers grip the bedsheets, back arching.

fuck, kai..ohmygod, fuck, head still thrown back and i love you, kai, fuck, i love you. god fucking dammit i love you.

coming down from your high, everything comes to a slow stop and you finally open ur eyes to see his bright ones staring back at you with a smile- you love me?

shit. did u say that out loud? you definitely didn't mean to. you didn't even mean to think it, let alone speak it, and while you're coming? that's the worst possible time.

huh?

you just said you love me.

fuck, do you love him. love him with everything in you. at least you think it's love. you don't know. you've never been in love before.

yeah.. you avoid eye contact and before either of you can say anything, his lips crash into yours and fuck, i love you too.

[dualdeixis]

[Image description: Digital drawings of two original characters in black and white. The Ferrier wears a black, wide-brimmed hat; a shirt with puffy sleeves and an embroidered collar, cuffs, and hem; a vest with geometric patterns; a black, sleeveless overcoat with two lighter stripes near the hem; loose pants; and black sandals. They appear to have short, messy black hair, and their hat casts a shadow over their eyes.

The Sacrifice's clothes are almost entirely white and intricately embroidered. They wear a loose, long-sleeved shirt; a cropped and wide-collared vest which is buttoned together; dimije (voluminous pants which are gathered at the ankle); a cap with coins sewn into the sides; a very long veil which ends in tassels and is pinned to the cap; a necklace of coins; a belt of large metallic roundels; and black shoes. They have long, curly black hair and several moles on their face.

In the first drawing, the Ferrier stands while wringing their hands with an extremely flat expression. The Sacrifice stands behind them and carries a bag, looking off to the side with a small smile.

Next is a comic featuring the two of them, with all of the speech bubbles being cut out from Discord screenshots. There are full descriptions of all of the pages under the cut. End image description.]

first drawing based on this painting of a peasant and nun going to the market by amedeo preziosi; comic based on a convo between me and @wildcatfourteen that reads uncannily like our ocs LOL. happy birthday my friend <33

[Image description: Page one. The Ferrier has a small smirk as they point to an image which reads, "some of y'all would melt down in this situation. ONE HAS GOT TO GO: THE EYE, THE FORMLESS, THE ECSTATIC, THE SUN, THE WOUND, THE EGG." The Sacrifice replies with a carefree smile, "how can you choose ?? are they not all as g_d ordained ??" The next panel shows that the two are sitting on opposite sides of a rowboat, which is stopped at the bank of a river going through a forest. The Sacrifice says, "i mean i guess if youre talking like which motifs i personally like to use in my hymns … i dont do much with the egg so that one" The Ferrier frowns and says, "I don't know if I can forgive u for saying that. Egg… U GET RID OF EGG?" The Sacrifice: "WHICH ONE WOULD U GET RID OF??" The Ferrier: "The ecstatic"

Page two. The Sacrifice stares in astonished silence for a moment, and then says with a cartoony vein popping from their cheek, "I think ur saying that on purpose to piss me off. to get back at me for saying ehg. Why do u hold such hate in your heart" The Ferrier closes their eyes and says nonchalantly, "I'm sorry it's not out of hate." They look off to the side and mutter, "Except u started this with ur egg slander" The Sacrifice glares at them with dismay and says, "THE HATE IN YOUR HEART IS OVERTAKING YOU" The Ferrier glares back, smiling through gritted teeth, and replies, "LOOK IN THR MIRROR"

Page three. The Ferrier pinches the bridge of their nose and says, "I can't believe this is what's causing an argument" The Sacrifice puts their hands on their hips and snaps, "I WASNT EVEN SLANDERING EGGS? IM JUST SAYING PERSONALLY IF YOU FORCED ME? I HAVE NOTHING AGAINST EGGS I EAT THEM ALL THE TIME" The Ferrier: "ITS NOT ABOUT EATINF THEM EVEN THO THEY ARE DELICIOUS AND VERSATILE." They roll their eyes and add, "Sorry for wanting to shatter my shell and be birthed anew" The Sacrifice clasps their hands together with a smile, their eyes hidden by their speech bubble, and says, "see thats the thing for me there is no rebirth only resurrection . its not dying and being birthed anew its about dying and then undying . coming back from death with none of the catharsis of newness just being forced to hold on to the old and what you once were ." The Ferrier pulls their hat down over their eyes and argues, "You say that and yet that is the whole point there is never any real birth of newness but just the illusion of it and the necessity to keep that illusion bc there is no coming back anew but taking whatever dead pieces u have and reconstructing some choppy form of a fresh creature"

Page four. The two sit in silence for a moment. Then the Ferrier says matter-of-factly, "Just like how ecstatic state is fake" The Sacrifice glares at them and says, "how DARE you say ecstatic state is fake ." The background turns black as the Ferrier's eyes go wide, gazing dramatically down at the viewer. They thunder, "ITS TEMPORARY" The Sacrifice, also on a black background, holds their palms up with an ecstatic grin. One of their eyes is teary and a bright halo flashes around their head. They answer, "AS ARE ALL THINGS."

Page five. The Ferrier, looking irritated with a cartoony vein popping from their temple, says, "fine. Fine whatever." They turn away with gritted teeth. "I'm gonna go in my egg shell and not come out EVER !!!!" The Sacrifice smiles with a thumbs up and says, "ok you do that im gonna be out here achieving union with the Beloved 👍" The Ferrier turns as far away from the Sacrifice as they can and crosses their arms. "U go do that. Hmph!" The Sacrifice does the same. "HMPH -_-" A school of black fish swims through the river. A line at the bottom of the panel reads, "THEY STAYED LIKE THIS FOR THE NEXT 24 HOURS." End image description.]

[httpknjoon]

(re)starting over again | kth; special chapter

plot | Your four-year relationship with Taehyung was going well and strong. Until he was involved in a car accident, resulting to him losing some memories. By some, it means everything that happened five years ago. Things he remember? His friends, his bakeshop, and his ex girlfriend from the past. With that, you tried to keep up, restarting over again.

words | 1.5k

genres | fluff, angst, amnesia au

pairing | taehyung x reader

warning/s | -

note | the best way to celebrate my birthday is through writing angst lol this is the lastpain for mc and tae for now. see y'all in chapter 11! enjoy reading!

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This is probably the closest you two have ever been after the accident. His hand was on your waist while the other held yours. He looked at your eyes looking back at him too. No words were said under the starlit night sky. But it was strangely comfortable this time. He finds it strange not in a bad way. It was strange because slow dancing with you was just so easy. 

How did you even end up in this situation?

Earlier, Taehyung saw you leaving the reception after talking with the newlywed couple. You hugged both Jisoo and Namjoon before he heard you saying you were going. But a lot of guests were still at the reception event, he probably noticed just a few ones going like Julia and her date. Still, everyone is enjoying the celebration when you walk away with your clutch and bouquet of tulips. He followed after you.

“YN,” he called behind you.

You stopped, turning around, “Yes?”

Then, a familiar soft instrumental played in the background, indicating the newlyweds making their first dance inside the venue. As if he hadn’t learned anything from last night, he said the first thing he could,

“Can we dance?”

“Sorry?” you said with an awkward chuckle.

But Taehyung went on. Based on what you said from the night before, this might be his last chance. Might as well take a risk.

He gulped before answering, “Please? Before you go?”

You blinked before sighing, “Okay… Here?”

Taehyung looked around. Since his invite was unplanned, he pointed to the first space he spotted. The space where the wedding ceremony occurred hours ago. The chairs and the whole set-up were still there. You accepted when Taehyung offered his arm to assist you as you two walked to the spot.

“Okay, you put this here. It’s fine.” 

Feeling lighter now, you chuckled when you noticed him being unsure if he should hold your waist. You see his hand lift but he puts it down. So you took it yourself and put it on your waist and just like a long-lost bracelet you wore on your wrist again, his hand on your waist brought waves of nostalgia in you. And Taehyung felt the same thing. Nostalgia. Even though his earliest memory of you is you in his hospital room. Touching you, looking at you, and slow dancing– everything just felt right with you in it.

And he knew that there was something special with you. But he cannot just really point it out now. But he can say how your eyes spark brighter now than last night or days before this.

But I promise you this

I'll always look out for you

Yeah, that's what I'll do

The lyrics play in your head as your thumb draws circles on Taehyung’s shoulder. His soft gaze can surely make you melt but you knew you needed to be strong. 

Looking at Taehyung in this light reminds you of how much he made you love slow dancing. Before meeting him, you always thought it was too cheesy. But this man would always pull your hand to sway you in a song he played or hummed. He would do it unexpectedly; in the times you didn’t know you needed it. And God knows how much you need it now even though the Taehyung in front of you didn’t know anything about these endless memories you have with him.

“And if I accidentally step on your toe?” you asked randomly when he pulled you in for a slow dance on a random Wednesday night.

He smiled as he shook his head, “Don’t worry, you won’t.”

“I will,” you said, looking down to watch your feet.

“My love,” he calls for you, softly pulling your chin up so you can meet his eyes. “You know me so well and so do I to you.”

“So?” you asked, pursing your lips.

“It means we have this wonderful connection and understanding to one another. You can just look into my eyes to know what my next move is. You’ll feel it.” he rested his forehead on yours before he whispered, “Just follow what you feel.”

Now, slow dancing with Taehyung is a bittersweet reminder for you of old memories you’ve been wanting to have again. You miss slow dancing at the most unanticipated time of your day. You miss his blueberry cheesecake. You miss opening your eyes in the morning, just to be greeted by his puckered lips and small snores. You miss hearing old jazz, coming back home. You miss drinking tea with him late at night while talking about each other’s day. You just miss him.

Although the moon and stars are your only light at the moment, Taehyung can see the glistening in your eyes, along with pain and sadness. You turned your head down while biting your lower lip as tears began slipping down. Gently, Taehyung places his chin above your head, listening to your quiet sobs, as you sway along the soft melody in the background. A crack was beginning to form in his heart, and he felt helpless. He wished that the accident just never happened. He knew you and what you two had was more than special. It’s awful to get you through this hurt.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered the words he knew he should say, voice breaking. “I’m so sorry.”

He whispered it over and over again, hoping it could make what you feel less heavy, as he planted kisses on your hair. You just listened to his apologies, closing your eyes. Tears continuously slipped down your cheeks. In every sorry he lets out; you nod. It was like your way of telling him that it’s fine. Because he knows that is who you are: patient and understanding. 

“I’m sorry. Let me apologize. I have my faults too from the start.”

You can feel Taehyung’s hand moving from your waist to your back. This time, he’s just hugging you, still swaying.

“I will try harder. Please, please don’t get tired of me yet. I’m sorry.”

This time, you didn’t nod. It took you a few minutes to pull away and look up at him again. Your hands moved from his shoulders down to his arms until you held his hands. It made him feel warm for a second. With tear-stained cheeks, you smiled at him.

“Thank you for this, Taehyung.” you began, softly squeezing his hands. “But I need to go.”

You closed your eyes as Taehyung turned his head down, his heart breaking at the process. You continued,

“I appreciate you trying and giving me a chance to take care of you. But I just really have to go. I need to do this.”

You sniffed, chuckling with a bitter taste in your mouth,  “I really thought I could last months without you saying I love you to me… But how can I do that if you always made me feel loved? I got used to you doing the love part for me that I forgot how to do it myself when you also forgot about me… Now, I needed to learn that on my own.” 

Taehyung is still not meeting your gaze. So you softly lift his chin. Then, you held his cheek with your thumb feeling his cheekbone, comforting him as you told him,

“I’ll go with Julia and Chanyeol tonight since they are driving back home. I’ll make sure I’m gone by the time you get home. Please don’t come after me or contact me. It will be easier for me. We can talk about the house when I get back on my feet again. But for the moment, you can do whatever you want with– Please don’t cry, Tae.” Your voice shakes when tears run down her cheeks. “Please. We need to be apart,”

“A-Am I going to see you again?” he murmured, in a sob.

You pursed your lips before answering, “I don’t know. I honestly hope so. I hope our roads cross sometime, someday.”

Taehyung’s lips formed into a frown and he closed his eyes, tears just streaming freely. When he opens his eyes, he sees you staring at him endearingly with the same sadness in your eyes. With his cheek still in your palm, you stepped closer. Taehyung can feel his heart beating heavier but faster. Everything around him is silent except for the rustling of the leaves nearby and he can only focus on you. He can feel knots being formed in his stomach as your other hand holds his chest. Your touch simply brings warmth and coziness to him. You leaned in slowly and Taehyung closed his eyes. 

Soft and sweet. Those were the first words in his head as he felt your lips on his. He felt a spark of electricity in his system at that moment. It felt right and perfect. He wanted to touch you and pull you closer but you pulled away before he even could. It felt long and short at the same time. Unexpectedly, you two both had tears slipping down your cheeks. His heartbeats were loud, he feared you even heard it. Your lips quivered as you told him with a heavy heart,

“I love you. I love you so much than you could remember, Taehyung.”

With that, you turned your back and walked away.

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Hiiii!!

Can I get a friends to lovers scenario with some of the Harry Potter boys (particularly George Weasley and Remus Lupin if you do those two characters ❤️❤️)? Any specifics will do, I’m just a sucker for the trope. Please and Thank you!!!

George Weasley - Friends to Lovers Trope HCs

I know you guys are looking for probably actual writing but right now making bulleted headcanons are just so much easier on me and my melting brain, so for now, take this semi detailed scenario hcs about being friends to lovers with George :))

I'm so sorry I'm advance!! these really are just me rambling about how I think it would go,,, I hope y'all enjoy,,

I promise I'll actually write something better for this soon

•So friends to lovers with the one and only George Weasley. Honestly I see this trope as like,,, you're just best friends with him and he's the one to fall first. And believe me, he falls HARD.

•This man doesn't fall easily for people. At least, not like this. Sure he's had a few fling crushes here and there that he might have hyper fixated on a tiny bit just because he craves the attention. HOWEVER - once he realizes he's falling for his best friend? He's a mess.

•One day he was just listening to you talk to him, Fred, Lee and Angelina and all of a sudden when you laughed about something stupid he said? It made him feel different. It pulled at his heartstrings in the most beautiful way that he was almost sure he imagined it because you never stirred up this reaction out of him before?? So he was very confused.

•No doubt he tried to brush it off but as time went on in the span of the 30 minutes you and everyone else was chatting in the Commons, it dawned on him.

•O h. I'm gaining feelings for my best friend.

•Insert him excusing himself to go do… something else. Probably go try to work on WWW inventions or something. He just needed to take a quick breather and distraction. Everyone thought it was normal but Fred could sense something was off with his twin. So he followed after him? He went to their dorm to see George kind of flustered and freaking out and asked what was wrong.

•Naturally, George is great with words /sar so what ended up coming out of his mouth? Complete gibberish. Fred normally could understand his brother's incessant ramblings but not this time.

•"Woah Georgie, slow down. I can't understand you when you're spilling your words all over the floor like this." He normally would have tried to make light of the situation and he still does. Thankfully, George was able to actually get out what he was trying to say.

•"I think - I think I might be falling for them!"

•Que Fred laughing. Also que George punching him in the arm while yelling "BLOODY HELL FRED THIS ISN'T FUNNY!!!"

•Oh but it is. He knew his brother was rather soft when it came to the mushy feelings of romance, but he didn't think he was this bad.

•So naturally Fred has to talk him through processing these feelings (not that he could really handle his own feelings if he ever liked someone like his twin is currently)

•They're both horrible with their feelings. Despite having a big family, I don't think Molly really was there to help them process their own feelings due to having their younger siblings to take care of. And you know Arthur was always working so it was quite literally just the two of them. Not that they don't appreciate their family but c'mon now.

•ANYWAYS I'm getting off track here. George eventually figures out his feelings and yes, its very apparent he feels something for you.

•So he and Fred try to plan accordingly about how to bring it up to you. But you're so… you. George doesn't want to mess whatever you guys have up.

•I will say however that you've noticed him acting a bit different. So the plan the twins had goes out the window once you confront and ask George about his behavior in the next coming weeks.

•He cracks, because he just can't lie to you! Not when you're looking at him like that. So he ends up spilling a confession of which almost gets missed by how hesitant and quiet he gets.

•Thankfully your ears work (unlike mine lmao) and you take his confession in pride. You tell him you appreciate it (which he swears he's about to be rejected just because of those words alone-) but then you tell him that you'd be willing to try. Because recently you had started to see him in a different light.

•He's ecstatic tbh and SO relieved. Like when I tell you he let out the biggest sigh of relief? I MEAN IT.

•This is how your relationship with him starts. Yeah it's a little messy, but not in a bad way! George has next to no idea what he's doing because he REALLY does care for you and he doesn't want to let you down or hurt you.

•Just be patient with him, okay? I promise he makes it all worth it <33

[daisygirlwrites]

early hours of the morning

summary: spending time with König before he leaves

note: No use of (Y/N). This is a part of my Crash series but this can be read as a standalone. Plus, there's no mention of the reader's gender, so this can be read as GN. warnings: Angst and Fluff

pairings: König x Reader

a/n: hey, sorry for being mia these past couple weeks. it's just been overwhelming for me. i actually wrote this based on what i experienced last week. um, hope y'all like it and thank you for reading. hopefully should get another work posted sometime this weekend.

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gif credit: @leonkennedy-s

In another life, you would get to experience this every day. To have him in your arms, sleeping peacefully against your chest as you run your fingers through his red hair. In another life, you would have all the time in the world to count all of the freckles that’s scattered across his skin. You would have kissed them all too. In another life, your relationship wouldn’t be a secret. There wouldn’t be any sneaking around the hallways or hearts breaking as the other person leaves. You would have held his hand, no questions asked by others. Both of you could have a normal relationship and maybe, just maybe, would have married each other in the future. But instead, the man you fell in love with will be leaving by daybreak. All of the rescue missions were completed with success, so König and his team are no longer needed.

There was a going away party at the same bar everyone went to on the night of their first mission. The same one where both of you admitted that you liked each other. It seemed so far away but it really was just a few months. How quickly you fall for one other. And yet, you didn’t feel like celebrating. The pain in knowing that the person you love is leaving was too much to ignore for a night. König felt the same way, he didn’t have the energy in him to pretend that everything was okay.

After making some bullshit excuse to your captains, both of you watched the group drive away from the base. And it was just the two of you. In any other situation, you would have jumped for joy for having a night to yourselves but all you could do was walk into his arms and hug him tight, not wanting to let go.

His hold on you was firm but gentle, as always. Both of you stood in the kitchen, enjoying the embrace. König places a kiss on top of your head and lifts your face up. Your cheeks were hot and tear stained, you wouldn’t meet his eyes, because you knew it would break his heart. And it did. He couldn’t help but feel his own tears forming as well.

Walking hand in hand, both of you make way to his dorm. Once the door is closed, you begin to unbutton your pants as he takes off his, a familiar dance you do every time you spend the night with him. Keeping your shirts on, you climb into bed, König’s hands automatically flying to your thighs . You wrap your arms around his upper body, pulling yourself to his chest, taking in his scent.

Neither of you know how much time has passed in the dimly lit room and neither of you wanted to look at the alarm clock on his desk. The red numbers glare at them, a reminder of their dwindling time. But after a while, you lift your head up to gaze at him. His eyes were slightly red as he smiled at you. You watched as a single tear ran down his cheek. Sliding your hand onto the side of his face, you quickly wiped it away with your thumb

König mirrors your actions, wiping away your tears before pulling you to a kiss. It was heavenly. His lips are soft and plush, something that surprised you during the first time and all the times after, it still does. You melt into him, bringing him closer. But as you break away, your tears never stopped.

“I love you,” you whispered to him.

“I love you more,” he smiles back.

Neither of you slept that night but you continued your quiet confessions and kisses, not letting the other one lose from their grip, until the early hours of the morning.

[gallilovesf1]

P5 Into You: Confession (1)

🏁 Character Introductory 🏁

MASTERLIST

Pairings (applied to the whole fic): Sergio Pérez x FemHorner!Reader, Toto Wolff x FemHorner!Reader, Platonic Lewis Hamilton x FemHorner!Reader

Warnings: Jealous Sergio, maybe some typos?

Author's Note: Hi guys this looks so rushed:( but anyways I have a little surprise in the fic, I think y'all know him;)💙

Checo opened the door, “After you-” “Thank you.” You smiled at him, the smile that always makes Sergio blush and smile to himself, “So..what are you saying earlier?” you look at checo who cleared his throat, He needs to think of something to say he doesn't want the situation to be awkward “Oh, well I was thinking if you would like to go on a dinner with me tonight, because..well it's summer break and we need to rest and have fun before the season starts again.” He tried to put on his most convincing smile about the dinner.

Of course it's not dinner, he almost told her that he likes you…god knows what will you think of him being your boyfriend, he's already jealous enough of toto, he gets to touch you, have some ‘intimate’ time with you..and who knows maybe fuck you..

“Oh..” you weren't expecting what he just said, because deep down you know what he says, he said it but not quite clearly because of that damn phone call, “I understand if you can't go, I know you're tired and probably need a lot of rest.” Checo said as the two of you entered the elevator, He pressed the ground floor button and smiled at you, god that smile always makes you melt, you chuckled “Of course I'll go on a dinner with you, but maybe not today, Is tomorrow good?” “Yes, of course.” He understands that you will say tomorrow because he knows you're probably exhausted, he smiled as the elevator goes ‘ding’ opening the door as you head out first then checo, “Oh shit wait–” you hold onto Checo's biceps as you fix your heels, “Let me do it.” He says as he kneels down looking up at you, he looks down on your heels, fixing the lock “is this good?” You nodded, “Yes, Thank you.” You smiled down at him, god this view is amazing he looks fuckable down there, he stands up smiling at you, as you grab his arms and walk out of the hotel lobby, seeing your father and your brother Jonathan inside the car, “Finally! You love birds, get in here already.” Your brother teased you and checo chuckled, checo opened the door of the backseat, “After you” he said motioning that you should go first, you went inside as Checo followed before he closed the door.

All four of you arrive at the restaurant, it's not that fancy, but the place is stunning, the interior design is minimalist, there's plenty of people dining in, “Go find us a seat, Y/n.” Your father says as you nodded, taking checo with you “This place is beautiful!” You chuckled as you and Checo wandered around the restaurant, “It is beautiful.” He says looking at you, meanwhile your father and your brother are talking with someone, he's tall, middle aged, his hair is grayish…it feels like you've seen him before..”Hey, look over there–” checo says pointing at the window seat, you and checo sat down, you can't help but think about the mystery man, “Checo, do you know who that guy is?” You said looking at your father and your brother with the mystery man, “Ah, that's my former teammate, Jense.” Your eyes widened, “That's Jenson Button?!” Checo chuckled, “Yes, how come you don't know him?” checo says curiously, “I don't know..he looks familiar at first, isn't he the ambassador for Williams?” Checo nodded, “Yes and also a 1 time world champion.” You hummed as you saw your father, your brother and Jenson approaching the table, “Shit” you mumbled, “Mate, Checo–” Jenson says as he greets checo who stands up and gave Jenson a quick hug, “ How are you man?” Says the Mexican, “Well I've been good I came across with Christian and Johnathan, I wasn't expecting to see you here too!” He says as he sat down beside you, “Who's this lovely woman?” Says Jenson who gave you a grin and winks at you which made you blush, “She's my daughter, Y/N, he's Jenson, Jenson she's Y/N.” says your father who sat down besides checo and your brother, “Well hello there, Y/n.” He says grinning at you.

Checo felt a little jealous, he doesn't like what Jenson’s been doing, he's flirting with you— ‘Fuck, this is stupid why am I getting jealous!’ he thought, as he saw you smiling at every joke Jenson tells you, he's getting a little touchy too, he hates the fact that he's getting jealous he doesn't want to be like this, he's just your best friend for god sake! He snapped himself out of his thoughts as you call his name, “Earth to checo?” You chuckled as you saw him come back to reality “What..?” He said feeling a little awkward, “I said what do you like to eat?” You said, passing him the menu, “Oh, I'll have what you have.” you nodded as you informed your father about your order and Checo's.

The lunch went well as you said your goodbye to Jenson whom you gave a kiss on the cheek, “I'll see you around, darling” Jenson says as he went on his own, the four of you went to the parking to grab the car and went on the road, the drive on the way to the hotel is quiet, Checo's been quiet which is unusual of him, he usually talks a lot with you, ask about your day, talks about the race predictions and everything, but this time he's just staring outside, watching the cars pass by. Finally, the four of you arrived at the hotel as you got out of the car and so as the three men you've been with, Checo stayed quiet, you wonder why…

“I'll see the three of you tomorrow.” Your father says as he went on his own, “Well, I should go too I need to sleep–” you brother says hugging you, “Happy birthday again, Johnathan.” You said pulling away from him, “Happy birthday kid.” Checo says as he gives him a quick hug, “Thank you! Have a goodnight!” He says as he went on his own leaving you and checo in the lobby, “So..are you coming up or what?” “I'll be up later, you go take a rest, goodnight.” He says going out of the hotel lobby leaving you standing there, you sigh to yourself as you went to the elevator to go to your floor maybe he's just tired.

You watched a couple of movies since you arrived at your hotel room, while doing a quick sketch of some people you know, you love doing things like this. It makes you calm, relaxed, and peaceful. Then you thought of checo, you smiled to yourself as you grab your phone, finding a picture of checo with his race suit tied on his waist, all sweaty and worked up, you decided to draw him, then there's a knock on your door, you got up “Hang on a sec!” You opened the door shocked to see Checo, “Hey.” says the Mexican, he sounds drunk..smells like alcohol, “Jesus, checo are you ok?” You opened the door widely so he can get in, “I'm ok I just..” his eyebrow raised as he saw what's on your phone, it's his picture during qualifying at Singapore, “I- don't mind that— I was..” you grabbed the phone and your sketchbook, “I was bored..” the Mexican hummed as he slowly walks towards you, “checo..” you can smell the alcohol as he walks towards you, you can't help but find it hot, his hair is all messy, his face is a little red, you can see the hair of his chest from the unbuttoned shirt he's wearing, you were walking backwards as you hit the wall behind you, “Sergio..” you moaned as he closed the gap between you, he lowered his head to your neck, as he enjoyed the way you smell like he hummed, you felt his lips on your skin it's warm, soft…he whispered something “Y/n.. I'm sorry..” he says as he brings up his head to look you in the eye, “For what..?” You pressed your thighs together as you felt a familiar feeling down there, “I've.. I've been stupid, a fool.. we've been friends for many years..i–” his hands gripped your waist, “Sergio, please..” you can't take it anymore it feels so wrong yet it feels so right too, “Y/n, just listen to me please..” he put his thumb on your chin, you look at him directly in the eyes, ‘is he crying?’ you thought, tears started to trail down on Checo's cheeks, “I..I like you, since I saw you that day, when your brother introduced me to you.. you're so beautiful, so bright so.. perfect, Cada vez que te veo con otra persona siento celos (Every time I see you with someone else I feel jealous.)” he sobbed, “I've always wanted to tell you that I like you..I just couldn't, I'm afraid that you'll never like me back…whenever I'm with you, I feel complete..” he put his head on your shoulder as he sobbed, You started caressing his hair, trying to make him stop crying, you don't know what to say, you like checo too, you're just afraid… “Say something, Luz solar.. Please say something..” he brought up his head to look at you once again, “Sergio.. you're drunk, let's get you to sleep…you need to rest.” You smiled weakly at him, “I'm sorry..I shouldn't have told you.. just forget about it.. I'm really sorry.” He said stepping back at you, he wipes his tears and as he walks towards the door, “I'm sorry, Y/n, Have a goodnight.” He said coldly as he opened the door and left.

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[tired-reader-writer]

Because the AO3 author's note box has a character limit and my author's note was way too long even when I split it into two (honestly crying right now like literally I'm legitimately distressed), here's the full fucking thing in all its glory.

This is the fic it was supposed to be attached to.

Sooooo, yeah! This is the first chapter of what will be a longfic following Hoshiori— it's functionally a prologue I realize but I didn't want to name it a prologue because I didn't want to deal with the thing where it turns out like “Chapter 2: Chapter 1” because it hurts my delicate sensibilities, LOL.

Many, MANY thanks to my dear friend wolfghost who kindly agreed to beta this fic… *checks time-stamp* six entire months ago! Oh wow I really took forever in actually delivering the chapter to you, my fucking god.

First things first, I would like to say that the worldbuilding here might be very unfamiliar to y'all because of how much it departs from other fics— heavily inspired by wolfghost's Drag My Dark Into The Dawn series (please do check it out, it's very good, realistic exploration of war and trauma) the dynamics between civilian and shinobi are… well. It'll get explored in more detail in the future, please look forward to it! I will note that this isn't supposed to bash civilians. I know they're causing problems right now and will continue to, at least some of them (a specific subset of civilians), but I want to give the civilians a proper chance in this fic because they rarely do ever get the chance to shine! In a similar vein, I seek to not bash any character in this fic (well I think it's impossible to truly bash Hiruzen because man's just That Bad from the outset but I digress), not Hashirama, not Tobirama, not Madara, not even Jiraiya, no one, even as they have caused problems and will continue to cause problems down the line (particularly with Jiraiya). The choices they make will inevitably impact someone in a negative manner. The narrators will end up disliking one person or another. It will happen. I just hope y'all enjoy this absolute hot mess of a web.

Marigolds symbolize… a whole lot of things, both positive and negative. I felt that they were a fitting flower for many reasons which I won't state here because I want to hear you guy's thoughts! I will give you a hint in that “万寿菊” consisting of kanji for thousand, longevity, and chrysanthemum respectively, means marigold. Let me know what you think they represent here!

As for the name Uzunoshima… well, the island had to have a name before it became Uzushiogakure, before the Hidden Village system was established here, and I decided on this name to imitate Japan's island names such as Tokunoshima, Tanegashima, Kagoshima, Hikoshima, Kamishima, Tomogashima, almost said Hitogashima before realizing that's a fictional island but it *is* based on a real island, specifically Tomogashima, so yeah! Funnily enough, I originally wanted to name it Zokunoshima meaning “island of thieves” because the Uzumaki were originally pirates and that just sounded like a name the rest of the world would give them and the Uzumaki would have their own endonym for it but I feared it might've gotten too confusing for my readers, so I decided against it.

Toyonabe and Niezaki are, of course, not names or places found in canon because I guess I have to do all the work establishing place names here. The name Toyonabe consists of the kanji 豊 (abundant, lush, bountiful, plenty) and 鍋 (pot), because it's a bit of a melting pot port city situation, and the region it's in, Niezaki, consists of kanji 沸 (to boil, to cook) and 崎 (peninsula). It was originally part of Yu no Kuni who trades openly with Uzunoshima despite everybody else being afraid of the Uzumaki, before Hi no Kuni would eventually annex the area. They still bear the name. I also like to think that the region has volcanoes and the hot currents from the region meet the colder waters from other places and the temperature shenanigans gave the Sanzu strait its signature whirlpools along with some quirks on the ocean floor probably, but it's not important so I didn't mention it. Just a fun thought.

My sincerest thanks for my good friend reipastuminen on ao3 for helping me name Niezaki and Toyonabe. Truly, you were a godsend.

As for the Sanzu strait, it's named for the Sanzu river in Japanese Buddhist belief, one that souls of the dead must cross to get to the “far shore” (Higan) aka the afterlife. Why do you think I named it Sanzu strait? Tell me about it!

Imo-mochi is a type of mochi made of potatoes.

I headcanon that Tobirama is an albino man rather than it being just Anime Logic™, and so I ended up incorporating that headcanon into the fic. Yes, his eyelashes are black, but everyone has black eyelashes in Naruto, I think it's just the artstyle. It's a bit of an unusual headcanon, I know, but please don't try to pick a fight with me over it. I've already seen people try to discredit the headcanon and it's exhausting.

The Natsuboshi festival is… about four celebrations rolled into one. The Tanabata festival, of course, and the Bon Odori festival, also the celebration of the ocean, and the Shichi-go-san celebration. Shichi-go-san because it just felt appropriate to smudge it a little for the seventh year ceremony for children here, and ocean day because it happened to be in the same month as Tanabata (July), and Bon Odori because… Actually, it's interesting how Bon Odori and Tanabata were originally the same celebration historically in Japan, held in the seventh month of the traditional Japanese calendar, but eventually drifted apart because Tanabata moved to the western calendar's July, and Bon Odori stayed in its original month which was the seventh month in the Japanese calendar but fell on August. Some places in Japan do celebrate it in August still, though. And since I decided well there's no reason for there to be two calendars I just smushed the two festivals back into one. I've already cried bitter tears wrangling calendars in my other fic, Winds of Wolfsong, if I have to do it for this fic too I will start to cry. The name of this festival consists of the kanji 夏 “summer” and 星 “star”.

The tale of Orihime and Hikoboshi will be symbolically important for Hoshiori!

Uzunoshima has two time systems, the 24-hour system for everything else, and the traditional Japanese time system (which has varying hour lengths according to season) for the shrine, just like how many cultures today have a western calendar and a traditional calendar, just on a smaller scale. The hours were counted from nine to four, backwards from noon until midnight, and the numbers one, two, and three were not used because those were the times used for Buddhist monks to call to prayer. Uzunoshima is primarily Shinto though, but I wanted to keep this irl Japanese tradition. Dawn and dusk are marked as the sixth hour in this time system. Each hour is assigned an animal from the Japanese zodiac as it is irl, and I won't go into detail but the two hours mentioned in this chapter were: usagi-ji (hour of the rabbit, dawn, six strikes), and tatsu-ji (hour of the dragon, five strikes). Now I have no proof the hours were called like that irl, I just wanted to do this because I found it neat.

The bell strikes would come from the island's shrine here, and Kazuma compares the prayer voices to the tremor of the tsurigane, which are also called oogane irl but I realized, hey, the “tsuri/釣” in the word means “to strung up/to fish” and Uzunoshima is an island, it felt fitting so I went with the term tsurigane.

The gods Fuchi-no-Kami and Uzu-no-Mikoto aren't irl Shinto deities, obviously, I found that the gods from the usual pantheon didn't click with me, and in Shintoism which is an offspring of animism, a mountain can be a kami, a tree can be a kami, a rock can be a kami, almost anything can be a kami, really, so I felt comfortable in just making new gods up. Fuchi-no-Kami is the goddess of the sea (only to the Uzumaki though, Susanoo fills that role for others which makes up for funny religious conflict as the Uzumaki insist Susanoo and other such ocean deities are actually Fuchi-no-Kami's children LMAO) and Uzu-no-Mikoto are her daughters, representing the whirlpools. Uzu-no-Mikoto's name is pretty self-explanatory, but the word “fuchi/淵” means abyss/depth/deep pool/deep waters and I thought it was appropriate for both the sea between the Kiri archipelago and the Continent. Also yeah the archipelago is named Kiri for the mist that envelopes all its islands, Mizu no Kuni as a collective has not been properly established at this point in time though it will start to do so eventually.

The Shinigami… actually, it's quite the interesting case. I always did think the term Shinigami sounded odd for a single deity, it sounded plural, so I looked into it and… yeah! Shintoism does not have a singular death deity, and historically, Shinigami were depicted as many death gods or as youkai-like vengeful spirits who possess people and drive them to suicide. Obviously, the Naruto world seem to have a singular death god, so I kept it that way, but made a small nod to the historical portrayal of Shinigami as vengeful spirits via the detail of ayakashi (phantoms) serving him. And since the Shinigami mask came from the Uzumaki in canon, I thought why not, and made him the consort of Fuchi-no-Kami. The ayakashi… their name can be translated as “strange phenomenon of the sea” and they're said to be phantoms who appear on the water's surface, and there are many types. Though interestingly, the ayakashi in Noh theater where their name is written in kanji (the non-Noh ones are written entirely in hiragana, I know, it's confusing) 怪士 meaning “strange warrior”. I decided to stick with the sea phantoms interpretation for my sanity's sake.

Though a lot of the Uzumaki's faith is a certified me-original (as is their matriarchy, I know canon featured a dude next to Hashirama, shush, if Kishimoto can retcon his own stuff I can retcon his stuff as well), the belief that a child is not fully human until the age of 7 and “belongs to the gods” is not! It's a belief found in Japan's history, where they had a practice called “mabiki/間引き” meaning “thinning out an overgrown garden” which is slang for… infanticide. Yeah. It was such a common practice, too. I'm not putting it in the story, though. Other such beliefs will be making an appearance in the future as well, particularly with the Hyuuga. Do look forward to it!

Both miko and kannushi are women here, they can marry, miko can become kannushi on Uzunoshima. No, it is not how it works irl, but I'm doing this to simplify it and keep my sanity. The prayer chanted during the ceremony is based on what little I could find of Shinto prayers called “norito/祝詞”, also the beginning of one of the poems “divine gods noble and fearsome” is also based on my feeble attempt at translating the beginning of a norito addressing the gods. AGH! I'm not gonna go into the kagura dance because this author's note is unmanageably long already.

Chitose-ame (千歳飴, thousand-year candy) is given out to children at the shichi-go-san celebration, meant to symbolize healthy growth and a long life. The bags typically have cranes and turtles on them, two animals which will be important to Hoshiori. The lines “A thousand years for the graceful cranes, ten thousand for the gliding turtles” are based on a saying “鶴は千年、亀は万年” (cranes live for a thousand years, turtles live for ten thousand years).

The civilian-shinobi relations on Uzunoshima are decidedly less well-defined and distant compared to their mainland counterparts, mainly because the Uzumaki did not regard themselves as shinobi in the first place and did not see fit to adopt those labels before the reforms, but also because they are a small island nation and so relations are gonna be more intimate whether Kokuen likes it or not. Mainland relations will take on a slightly different flavor. You'll see.

The fuuinjutsu rankings are based on the Japanese martial arts “dan/段” ranking system, going from shodan (first dan, lowest) to juudan (tenth dan, highest), and the Uzumaki wear these waist sash tassels to signify what rank they are. The ornaments are jinbu, an actual accessory seen with Chinese hanfu garments.

I am aware hanafuda refers to the cards and not the game, you can play many games with those cards, I just didn't feel like specifying a particular game. Also, the symbolism in those cards… yum.

I ended up inserting little poem snippets between scenes, this is my first real attempt at poetry, and I do not think I can keep it up for other chapters, so it'll have to be a prologue-exclusive! They're not based on any Japanese poetic structure, as I am not learned in that area (my Japanese is barely N4! I can't even keigo! 😭) The first one and the last are based on Japanese songs I've heard, though! Keep an eye on the mention of yorimashi, human vessels that attract the kami and allow the kami to dwell in them for rituals and ceremonies. Doesn't it remind you of… jinchuuriki? 👀

And, yeah, this fic is absolutely infested with OCs, and that's a feature not a bug because Kishimoto did not see fit to give us Uzumaki characters and so I have to fill in the space myself. Let's talk about their names!

Hoshiori: 星織, “star-weaver” or “to weave the stars”, a direct reference to the folktale figure Orihime

(Senju) Kazuma: 和守, 和 meaning “harmony, peace, concord, sum/add” and 守 meaning “protect, defend, obey, guardian”, together it can mean something like “to protect peace”. It just sounded like something Hashirama would name his child.

Tsurue: 鶴衣, 鶴 meaning “crane” and 衣 meaning “clothing, garment”, and so her name is a reference to The Crane Wife folktale

Tsurue and Kazuma's names represent… aspects of their daughter.

Kiho: 祈帆, 祈 meaning “prayer” and “帆” meaning sail, so her name would mean “prayer to sail”

Haine: 波音, meaning “the sound of waves”, it's a Summertime Render reference

Kofune: 小船, meaning “small ship/boat”, also a Summertime Render reference

Kokuen: 黒炎, meaning “black flames”, a recycled Magi OC LOL

Gyokuen: 玉炎, 玉 meaning “ball, sphere, jewel, gem” and 炎 meaning “flames”

Mana and Shinpei's names don't have kanji, sorry kids I kinda gave up (Shinpei's name is a reference to Summertime Render. Again.)

Unusual though the worldbuilding choices may be, I *am* basing them on the little snippets we got in the Chuunin exam arc, such as: this, this, this, this, this, this, this and this

Also recommended is The Weaver by concernedbrownbread! The politics in that fic takes a very different flavor from mine and wolfghost's, but captivating nonetheless! Please give both a try, I promise you it is very worth it.

[kylarsugarlife]

SFW alphabet– kyju

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Juno: Constant affirmations to those she loves, staying by their side. Holding hands, taking pictures, spending off time with them, and trying to help with whatever she can. With Kylar she also nuzzles up to her and purrs, sends sweet texts and things that remind her of her. Sometimes she spontaneously buys something, beit a trinket, food, or something for the house, just because she thought of her.

Kylar: Sometimes she sneaks into Juno's room and leaves notes, gifts or flowers. When Juno has to pay Bailey she tries her best to help out with scrounging up money. Material things aside, she also is basically glued to Juno's side. Constantly flirts and tells her how much she loves her. Texts every time she thinks of her.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Juno: Fiercly loyal. Will fight for you, try to help with everything she can, chat about anything and everything. Food y'all get is on her.

Kylar: So we need to pretend she hasn't experienced The Horrors. Would also be very loyal to her bestie, expect plenty of infodumps about her current interests as well as gushing over her lover. She isn't always the best at reading situations, but she would try to be supportive in times you would need it.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Juno: Absolute cuddlebug. Loves cuddling with friends, it's her way to comfort others. Usually opts for spooning or hugging each other.

Kylar: Makes any physical contact with Juno possible, of course she loves cuddling. Even the most awkward positions are perfect so long as their bodies touch each other as much as possible. Fuck, why can't she just melt into her lover's skin?

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Both of them want to settle down to start a family. Juno simply can't do it while they're in town. She teaches Kylar to cook and clean since those are skills she learned at the orphanage. Kylar's working on getting better at those.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Break up? What breakup? Both would rather die.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Juno: Never thought about commitment in a romantic sense before dating Kylar. Like, she does feel committed to Robin and fellow orphans. Is that something you have to think about? Then realizing she's in love with Kylar made her jump head first into the concept. Genuinely doesn't understand people who say they're afraid of it. As for marriage, it's not something she thinks about too much. She would love to marry Kylar but she would rather do so when she's got their lives out of the town prepared. The actual wedding would still be in dolville since Kylar wants her parents to attend.

Kylar: Commitment is her middle name. She wanted to marry Juno since they first met. She needs her lover to need her just as much. Literally that pic of that bride and groom where the bride has the red string on her pinky and the groom basically tied up with it.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Juno: Being a bit muscular and having rough hands, as well as being someone who fights, she's paranoid about whether she isn't gentle enough when she cuddles or holds hands. Robin never had any complaints, some of the younger orphans feel her hands are too scratchy, and Kylar loves every embrace, even when Juno forgets her own strength. Juno might blurt out something insensitive sometimes, though she tries not to. She does try her best to be gentle with her words, and other orphans appreciate her comfort.

Kylar: Really doesn't give a shit if it's anyone that isn't Juno. She's too timid to do or say things in attempt to fight back against bullies, but every time something happens she fantasizes about being their downfall. Sometimes she says something vile to Robin about her unrequited love. But when she's with Juno she's an angel. She doesn't have any experience comforting others but she'll try! And her embraces are not very gentle at all. Squeezing squeezing until Juno feels like her ribs are gonna break. Surprising strength coming from such a small skinny girl.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Juno: Loves hugs :) She'd hug Robin before work every day, before splitting up at school, at birthdays... Also hugs other orphans if they want to. Her arms go all the way around her hugging partner if they can. She hugs Kylar from behind if she sees her in the hallway (it makes her girlfriend shiver– it's delightful)

Kylar: Hasn't had a hug since a while before her parents got turned. Getting into an angsty phase in her tweens meant she didn't like it. But, when she saw the pale monsters wearing remains of her parents' clothing, all she wanted was a hug. No one at school would touch her unless they were assaulting her. Touch starvation was eating away at her being. Feeling Juno's hand on hers while she handed her pencils from the floor, her strong arm supporting her on the way to the nurse... It's a surprise she didn't fucking explode. She doesn't take it for granted. She touches and hugs Juno whenever she can. Smothering, rib crushing hugs.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Juno: It takes a while for her to realize she's in love. Like. A year. So it's not that she held back from saying it, she simply didn't understand her feelings. Robin was no help (sore loser). But she said it right after Kylar first did, and does so every time they meet.

Kylar: Told her every night, every time she opened her locker, every day she makes sure she gets home safe. Didn't mean for her to hear it though... not yet. Too scared, shy. It was on accident. She just suddenly woke up... But it was all history from there :)

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Juno: Doesn't get very jealous. Given how isolated Kylar is she doesn't have anything to be jealous about anyway. Does she get jealous of other people? Well, there were times when she'd see feminine women and girls and want to be them. Especially while she was at work. In a masculine role while girls gawked sometimes. God, she wanted to be them. Pretty, dolled up for wherever they were going, soft curves...

Kylar: It's a mess. She gets jealous of anyone interacting with her girlfriend. She's driven Juno's best friend, Robin, away. Though that has more to do with her having feelings for her. Shame on Robin, trying to take advantage of a girl with good intentions! All she did was show her a little lesson (no she didn't actually do anything I can post a talk they had later). Of course when her jealousy was at its peak she kidnapped Juno. It got violent, and in her hysteria she took all the frustration and anger out on her. Ensured every part of Juno belonged to her, that she took everything Juno had to offer. Did she hurt her? Yeah. Did she forgive her? Of course :)

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Juno: Her lips are usually a bit chapped so kisses may come with a little discomfort. When she got with Kylar she tried to start making a habit of using chapstick. Usually she does soft kisses, loves making out slowly and lovingly. When she grows comfortable with tongue she enjoys tasting every part of her lover's mouth. If it's not the lips, it's the neck and any part of Kylar's face. Also loves kissing her fingers, maybe "slipping" and sucking the digits a tiny bit. She enjoys being kissed on the face, neck, back and thighs. Never fails to send a shiver up her spine and make her purr.

Kylar: Does this girl even drink water? Her lips are cracked half the time. Maybe she and Juno can sandpaper down each other's lips by kissing. Juno does try to get her to use chapstick though. Entices her with lip balm she used already or a flavor Kylar tasted in their kisses. Anyway. Her kisses are very passionate and sensual. Only ever chaste when she's caught off guard, honestly. Like it says in-game, practically fucks with her tongue. It's kinda gross to see as an outsider. The contrast between their styles makes some problems, so they agree to do Juno's in public and Kylar's in private most of the time. Also loves kissing her beloved everywhere else, particularly her neck and spine. And inner thighs. And boobs. The parts she loves being kissed at are her breasts, hands and arms.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Juno: Very good with kids! Sometimes she gets along too well with them and enables misbehavior. Caretakers in the youth ward scold her for it all the time.

Kylar: Kids are scared of her to be honest. Her demeanor is unusual, and if they're raised by temple folks, then they'd also have the idea that she and her family are wicked. And her appearance, being so pale, thin, and having dark circles under her eyes. They think she's a ghost.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Juno: When she's at the orphanage she'll get dressed, blow a kiss to the owl (though she knows her girl isn't awake yet), and help with breakfast if it's her turn to cook, or take a bath if not. Then breakfast time! She makes sure she's full and heads off to where she needs to be. If it's an off day she'll go to Kylar's home and cook breakfast for her and do a little cleaning. It takes a while for Kylar to get outta bed but she's consistent, so Juno knows how to time it so the foods still hot when she comes downstairs.

Kylar: On school days she's rushing to get herself dressed most of the time. Barely has time to grab a candy bar for breakfast before racing out. When there isn't school she lets herself sleep in for a while. Usually once she's out of bed she's on her computer checking her camera and doing stuff online. If Juno doesn't have work she can definitely smell it. It's a big house but the smell of sausage or bacon manages to waft its way upstairs. When she goes down, there's her beloved cleaning up the kitchen with a couple plates of food on the table.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Juno: Bath pretty much as soon as she gets home, usually. Dinner, or helping with making dinner. Cleaning duties. Homework. Watching stuff on her phone. Sex with Kylar. She enjoys the nighttime, it's very quiet. Her evenings follow a routine that scarcely gets interrupted.

Kylar: Computer. Bath if she remembers it. Drawing and adding to the growing collection of images of her girlfriend. She could curate a museum dedicated to Juno at this point. Half of her is considering converting the basement for that purpose. Booty calling Juno, making sure to put on cute underwear before seeing her. Or she'll just appear in her girlfriend's room and they have sex. Either way sex almost every night.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Juno: She doesn't feel like she has anything to hide, so she talks to Kylar about whatever while trying to get closer to her. I mean, she hides her insecurities about her femininity and feeling of obligation to "save" people, but aside from those all is fair game. She does accidentally slip up about those things when they're a lot closer. Really would rather not let anyone know though.

Kylar: Despite her zeal toward her crush, she was very slow to open up to her. What would she do if she scared her away? She's slightly aware that the way she loves her isn't the norm, and there's obviously the stuff with her parents. She felt bad though. She basically knew everything about her but didn't tell anything about herself! When they started dating she gradually opened up, though. She still doesn't really like talking about her past, though.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Juno: She can take a lot before genuinely getting pissed off. Sure she'll scowl or make a threat, but those don't necessarily mean she's angry. Honestly the best way to anger her is to have power and abuse it. Think: Bailey. Think: Negligent school staff. Bullies hurting those that are weaker. The apathetic so-called law enforcement in the town that is more alarmed by her picking flowers than rapists assaulting people in the open. The police are rapists themselves, what am I even saying.

Kylar: No patience for anyone that isn't Juno! She may not lash out but seething hatred does boil deep within. She's grown to be less resentful nowadays, but she still finds herself imagining her payback. If it's Juno, she's more forgiving. Especially after she completely lost herself when kidnapping her beloved. She never meant to hurt her. Whitney lied, and she believed it. Didn't trust her girlfriend enough. Sometimes the jealousy threatens to boil over, her chest tightens and the urge to isolate Juno comes back. Then she shakes her head and thinks of advice she gave. Something about telling her about what she's feeling and what's causing it. She's still working on making it a habit, but she truly wants the best with her lover.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about people? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Juno: It might take a bit for something to stick. She does try to remember! She's good at remembering things that happened when she looks at photos she's taken. "Oh, this one, it's from a few years ago. Some volunteers took some of us older orphans to the beach and made barbecue. They were from this organization in another town. Think they said something about a two hour drive."

Kylar: Random people, she doesn't bother. Doesn't even know the names of her classmates. Juno? Well, as mentioned before, she could dedicate an entire museum to her. Logs every habit, anything she mentions in passing, dang she even bothered to remember some stuff about Robin since they're rather close.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in their relationship?)

Juno: Their first date. Huge milestone. Thinking about it makes her mushy. Kylar introducing her to some of her interests, both of them being all dressed up cute for each other for the first time. It was a good day in that no one bothered them either! Just a relaxing time hitting a cafe and window shopping while sharing Kylar's earbuds.

Kylar: When her feelings developed. It's like a high she never comes down from. Is this bad or good? You decide :) But when the high does subside the lows are extreme.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect each other? How would they like to be protected?)

Juno: Very protective in general! Always defends other kids. I've gone over this so many times now lol. As for being protected... She really doesn't get much of it. Big reason she was completely fine with Kylar stalking her was that Kylar protected her from creeps. Blow darts that knocked them out immediately. What a dream. It really does feel like having a guardian angel, especially the times she'd grab her from behind before blowing the dart.

Kylar: Also went over this a lot already. Extremely protective and possessive. She loves the warm fuzzy feeling she gets when Juno swoops in to rescue her from situations. Strong arms holding her up, straightening her tie. Why must Juno be this intimate with everyone she rescues...? She should be the only one Juno protects from now on. Her personal knight.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Juno: on special days she makes herself look cute and buys gifts for Kylar. Isn't really sure about what else to do for it though. Kylar's enthusiasm makes her feel a little guilty but her girlfriend always reassures her. She does still do so much for her any other day! Has been trying to learn how to cook chinese dishes Kylar's parents would make in the past, but it's difficult since she can't read the recipes they have and she has no way of knowing if recipes online are any good. She does make moon cakes for lunar new year, though.

Kylar: Always going the extra mile for the one she loves. Every holiday and anniversary and birthday she prepares a surprise for her beloved. When it comes to normal dates she doesn't do as much, but she does most of the planning. Gifts are always very personal and thought out.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Juno: Being stubborn about most things. It ends up hurting her and those around her. She feels bad about it (sometimes) but it's something she hasn't put effort into fixing.

Kylar: Her jealousy will be her downfall. Sometimes it makes her do and say things without thinking. Even though Juno is loving, adoring and completely loyal, she can't help but feel peeved seeing her interact with others. Kids, okay fine. But she'll scare them off if they have a crush on her. But anyone around their age, or god forbid, older... they have a target on their back.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Juno: Used to be self conscious about not being able to express herself well through her appearance. Didn't really know how to articulate this so she thought it was about being too boyish. When she took Kylar out to get better wardrobes and haircuts, she realized it was a matter of choosing how she looks. Guess living in the orphanage didn't give her the chance to express her individuality.

Kylar: Pre–Juno barely even took care of herself. This got her bullied harder. Greasy hair with split ends galore, overgrown bangs, ill fitting clothes (especially her cardigan, which also has stains that never come out and numerous tears she fixed herself. Cant bring herself to stop wearing it though since it was her mother's.) So yeah didn't really care. She started caring a bit more both for her body and her appearance after meeting Juno.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without each other?)

Juno: Honestly, it always felt like something was missing. Her reckless behavior played a part in trying to figure that out. Since meeting and befriending Kylar she's found more of herself and feels more secure. So... yeah.

Kylar: Well, she's always unwillingly alone. Her world collapsed and never recovered. Her best friend, then her only family. Then absolutely no one would acknowledge her without it being ridicule. Juno finally became the light in her life, finally broke through the fog and grabbed her hand to lead her out. Juno's the only one she has. If she didn't have her anymore, she'd...

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Juno: She enjoys getting pets. Only from other orphans and Kylar though. Others might take advantage. But yeah, after finishing up homework for the day she'll rest her head on Robin's shoulder until she pets her. Massages behind the ears feel especially good. Kylar knows all the best spots to pet and massage.

Kylar: Surprisingly good with her hands. She can do basic sewing just for repairs but could probably get good at it if she wanted to. Honestly, if she had more resources she could do a lot of things. She mainly tinkers with cheap electronics though, such as the camera in the owl.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Juno: An inflated ego, apathy, and someone who takes advantage of others. Anyone with those traits becomes her nemesis. Whitney perfectly falls into all three.

Kylar: A lack of sincerity and not taking things seriously. Good thing she doesn't bother getting to know other people.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Juno: Can't sleep while clothed. Simply impossible for her. She can live with wearing panties but nothing else.

Kylar: Always needs to cuddle something. A pillow, then her Juno body pillow, then Juno. Most nights she has to sleep alone though, due to her parents. So the body pillow is still handy. Also never sleeps at the right angle of the bed. Horizontal, diagonal, sometimes limbs hang off the edge.

[baskervilleshound]

You're Not Stupid - A Fionna and Cake Fanfiction

((FIONNA AND CAKE SPOILERS MY DUDES. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!

This is written to be completely platonic/familial, and if you think otherwise, I'm gonna have to take your kneecaps, okay?

Anyways. This is how I wish that one scene went in episode 8. You know. The one with Fionna crying in the most heartbreaking way ever. Please enjoy pain, tears, and Simon being very soft. I told y'all I have no self control. Let me know if you enjoyed it, and maybe I'll write more ;D

Enjoy!))

“BMO was wrong!”

“And so was Fionna! We blew it, we blew it!!”

The sound of Cake’s furious yowling as the cat smashed bits of the dilapidated lab equipment echoed in Fionna’s head. This was her own fault. Everything, as always, was her fault.

Her friends at home knew her as flighty. And now, all the people in this terrible, abandoned lab, knew her as a failure, too. She was no adventurer, no knight in shining armor, and hell, not even a good friend. On top of all of that, she was a liar, too.

No one knew that Fionna had the crown in her backpack. She didn’t dare tell Cake, and especially, not Simon. In the days that she had traveled with the gentleman, Fionna had quickly learned that Simon was willing to do anything in his power to keep both her, and Cake safe- even if it meant putting on some cursed object that would render his brain jelly in a matter of minutes, perhaps.

She didn’t want to see Simon deteriorate, and act as he was in those miserable tapes. Delusional. Insane. Depraved. No, she couldn’t do that to him. She couldn’t. She couldn’t tell him about the crown…!

“My office supplies!” BMO’s high little voice rang out as Cake proceeded to push every object on the desk onto the floor.

Fionna’s cheeks flushed red, and tears stung her eyes as the situation escalated. A lump formed in her throat, and before she knew it, she was running out the doorway and onto a balcony as guilt sunk its teeth into her like a viper.

She hadn’t even noticed that Simon’s head had whipped to look in her direction, and that he had immediately noticed that something was wrong.

Once she was in the open air, she let out a couple of heartbroken sobs as bubbly tears dripped down her burning cheeks. She could barely see the dead and abysmal landscape as the tears kept flowing.

However, she wasn’t alone out there for long.

“Fionna, it’s okay,” came Simon’s calm but concerned voice from behind her.

Immediately, Fionna shrank down onto the ground, turning away from him in shame as she pulled her knees up to her chest.

“Simon, I’m so stupid! I’m sorry,” she sobbed. “Why did I think I could do this?!”

Why was she so stupid? Why did she always mess everything up? And on top of that, why was she still lying to Simon and Cake about having the crown?

Her shoulders shook as she buried her face in her hands, her breath coming in short gasps and hiccups.

She felt an arm wrap around her, and then another.

“You’re not stupid,” Simon murmured.

Fionna froze for a moment. She didn’t feel like she deserved the kindness that she was being given, but truly, she couldn’t help but give in to it. Regardless of being an adult and feeling like she needed to be grown and handle everything on her own, she still needed support. She still needed someone to make her feel like everything was going to be okay. She needed Simon.

She needed him never to put that horrible crown on his head. He didn’t deserve it.

Fionna melted into him, and threw her own arms around him, burying her face in his shoulder. The lingering smell of coffee on his clothing was comforting, and reminded her all too much of home. She was at a loss for words as all her worries and concerns tumbled out of her in a torrent of tears, which collected on Simon’s suit jacket.

“It’s going to be okay, Fionna. We’re going to figure something out,” the man spoke softly to her as he gently rubbed her back. “It’s okay.”

But would it be okay? Would it really?

After some time, Fionna managed to collect her emotions, and tuck them all back inside of her where they belonged. When she pulled back from Simon, the man wiped away her tears with his thumbs.

“T-thanks for that, Simon,” Fionna hiccupped. “Sorry, I probably got snot all over your jacket.”

Simon shook his head and smirked.

“Oh, I could have worse things on this jacket,” he chuckled.

Simon smiled at her and tilted his head as he cozied himself up against the wall of the balcony.

“Are you feeling any better?” he asked.

Fionna nodded and wiped her nose on her sleeve, sniffling.

“Y-yeah. You know, Simon, I get why that vampire girl turned out so bad in that one dimension. You’d…you were a really good dad. I can tell.”

The tender look in Simon’s eyes said more than words ever could convey the moment those words left the girl’s mouth.

“Thank you, Fionna,” he said, clearing his throat. “I appreciate that.”

[eggsaladsandwhic]

College AU! Poly! Vash x (Reader) x Knives: Pre Relationship Headcannons/Drabbles (SFW)

IM ALIVE - Actually I just got extremely backed up between work and playing Persona 5R( Very important activities) Sorry if these are rusty. Have some word vomit.

You were originally a classmate of Nai's and had come over a couple times for group projects. Vash was surprised finding out Nai had found a human he didn't have problems with

Nai only admited to Vash he tolerated your presence, but the way you came over an hour later to help cook dinner says otherwise

Vash understood pretty quickly what "tolerated" meant after you came in with a box of cookies (Nai told you how to gain his brothers trust and you took it as a challenge to make the best batch ever)

Wanting to interact with Vash but he's got a golden lab personality and if you're shy it's probably overwhelming

Nai could probably handle a high energy person, but a low energy ambivert is probably this guy's best match

Visits came more frequently, and eventually you were practically a part-time resident

Movie Nights, Hobby Days, Cooking Lessons, Chores ( Both the boys always tried stoping you to no avail), sometimes you'd come over just to exist in their presence and talk

Vash made you keep some of your things at their place just in case you ever slept over. At least twice a week you were an honorary couch crasher, but Vash did joke about you sharing the bed with him (he's not joking come snuggle him)

Nai became more soft around you and it would seem to brighten up his mood when you walked through the door. Vash would tease him constantly about it when you were out of earshot

Nai started letting you hang out in his room and he would play his electric piano softly while you were curled up in his bed (probs a great time to study, read, write, draw, and the nap is probably magnificent)

Touch was rare but it did happen from time to time, hand on your back, a teasing head pat, both of you laying on your stomachs side by side elbows touching. Nothing too close for his comfort.

Vash loved being around you and likely starting initiating physical affection first. He'd put his head on your lap and ramble, throw his arms around your shoulders, lean on you during movies, etc..

Vash took you on "fake dates" but really it was just while he loves hanging out with his usual friend group, sometimes he just needs one on one time because he enjoys your company

Y'all became each other's biggest cheerleader

Nai would watch his brother in envy, but he enjoyed seeing both of you happy nonetheless. He wishes he was closer but has a hard time trying to act on his emotions or how he wants to convey them.

After a particularly stressful day he had walked into your apartment while you were on the couch and just layed himself on you? No words, no build up, just walked in like he owned the place.

Nai feels like the kind of guy that's all or nothing and depending on the situation it's either or. You gotta sculpt him a little to get out of this mindset probably.

Progress I guess? Nai didn't want to talk but pretty much melted when you started scratching at his scalp and undercut. You got the jist of his issues and worked your hands through the knotted up muscle on his back. He wrapped his arms around your midsection and just stayed there in silence for almost 3 hours. Honestly he probably wanted to stay awake but kept drifting in and out of sleep every 15 to 20 mins

Goes home after you make dinner, has an absolute conniption fit because he shouldn't be acting like this. Feels like he's taking advantage of your kindness constantly, especially after that. Takes his anger out and yells at Vash. (Nai hasn't yelled at him like that in ages, so Vash leaves the apartment to avoid it)

Cue Vash showing up 20mins later at your place, asking if he could stay a couple days. Of course you said yes, but....your couch cannot fit a whole Vash. BED SHARING

Asks your boundaries before hand and y'all were down for cuddling. Woke up the next morning practically glued together, his head in the crook of your neck and a leg and arm thrown over you. Dear lord he's probably so warm, you somehow get out of his grip and he makes some disappointed noises.

You make him breakfast while he's still asleep, and when he wakes up to you cooking pancakes in the sunlight he swears he could marry you. (This man makes me so domestic)

Accidentally says the last part out loud and gets all embarrassed

Y'all lounge around watching shitty tv or playing video games in your PJs for the rest of the morning

TIME TO FACE THE CONSEQUENCES

Nai sends you a text asking if you two could talk, says he's also going to apologize to his brother in a little bit. You tell him to man up and apologize first beforehand then talking is on the table

You go get lunch while Vash and Nai talk it out. Nai ended up admitting to Vash he has feelings for you. Vash went "No shit really?.......me too". Both of them have a whatever happens happens mindset about the situation. Feel like both of them wouldn't want to rush a relationship with you and would probably keep it to platonic/verging on romantic attention for a hot while. Sharing isn't even on the table yet and Nai is definitely the more possessive one out of the brothers.

This doesn't mean they're not gonna be affectionate, but they will respect each other wanting alone time with you. Along with not making each other feel like the whole ordeal is a contest on who's better.

THESE BOYS COMMUNICATE ABOUT THE FACT THEY BOTH WANT TO COURT YOUR ASS.

(I wonder if plants would have any courting methods like birds or something...hmmm I have ideas)

[in-need-of-gally-content]

|Chapter•Thirty•Four|

•|Masterlist|•

With a chuckle and feeling his face warming up, (M/n) stepped away from Gally and began making his way to where their friends were busy getting the bonfire ready. The weekly bonfires weren't as big as the greenie bonfires were, so there wasn't much to be done, however, the Builders always found a way to get distracted when they weren't working, so it took a while to get them to set it up.

However today seemed to be a different occasion as it did look like a greenie bonfire.

Approaching Alec and Mikah, he looked around for what he could do and spotted the chopped logs scattered nearby, so he crouched down to pick them up, but a foreign hand did it for him instead.

"What...?" Looking up, he saw Gally bending over to pick up those logs, glancing at him for a moment, "Really?"

"You're still recovering, you're not lifting heavy stuff yet, bean," (M/n) huffed and looked around them for a moment, noticing how the guys around immediately went back to what they were doing, making it too obvious that they were paying attention to what was happening between them.

"Clint said I'm okay, Gally, I can help," Gally stood straight once more, and (M/n) saw him reaching his hand out to him, which he took and stood next to the tall blond.

"Hm," Gally hummed with a sceptical expression as his green eyes looked at (M/n) up and down for a few seconds, "Yeah well... I'll be the judge of that, bean," and like always, he ruffled (M/n)'s (curly/wavy/straight) hair, chuckling at the sound of him huffing.

Crossing his arms, he watched how Gally walked toward the bonfire and began placing the logs in place. (M/n) sighed and made his way to one of the logs, sitting on it and watching his friends with a smile on his face. This situation has happened quite a few times, so he knew that arguing with Gally about being able to do work around wouldn't have a different result, so he gave in and simply watched.

Plus, he got to watch him playing around while doing some lifting, it was a win in his book as far as he's concerned.

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The Glade was buzzing with energy as dinner was served and everyone gathered around the fire, talking and laughing with each other.

Gally had made some of his non-alcoholic drink and was sitting with (M/n), telling him about his day.

He was rambling about how he got to play with Chuck and Bark for a while, before continuing to teach him some more wood carving and why keeping the wood chips was helpful around the Glade. (M/n) listened attentively and stared at him.

He looked so happy, his smile was wide and he was so cheerful, it made (M/n) melt internally, to him, there was nothing better than hearing Gally happily ramble about his day and seeing him smiling so brightly.

Gally continued talking for a while, until he realized the way he was being stared at, which made him stop abruptly, looking down slightly ashamed, "Uh, sorry... I talked too much..."

At that, (M/n) reached to hold Gally's hand, and maintained eye contact with the blond, "Don't apologize, big guy, actually... You can keep going," Gally looked at him, slightly puzzled.

"What... What do you mean, bean?" (M/n) chuckled and smiled at Gally.

"I like it when you're happy, Gally, and rambling looks good on you," he watched how, under the warm glow of the bonfire, Gally's face began turning slightly pink, but he turned away, feeling his stomach tingling and his heart beating faster.

"Oh... That's nice to hear..." He mumbled with a shy smile and a quiet giggle.

"Alright, everyone," the sound of Alby's grumbly voice caught everyone's attention as he stood up from his spot. Suddenly, the Glade was quiet, only the sound of the wood burning as it crackled was heard, accompanied by the occasional cricket chirping, "It's been a week since some of y'all did something incredibly stupid and immature," he looked at the Sloppers and the twins, who avoided Alby's stare, "Thankfully, we didn't lose anyone because of that, but I hope that this would serve as a lesson, a reminder... Of why the Glade changed and became what it is now."

(M/n) looked at Alby, a few images flashing in his mind at his words, images from the past, from before waking up in the box, memories that faded away when he felt Gally holding his hand, maybe just a little too tight but not enough to cause him pain.

"We're stuck here together. We only have each other. We've been through this before, so let's not keep repeating the same mistake," he announced while raising his cup, and everyone did as well. (M/n) and Gally used their free hand to raise their half-full cup in the air, "Let's become more understanding and respectful from now on, shanks."

The Glade cheered, some of them enthusiastically, and some not so much, but they cheered nonetheless.

As Alby sat back down, Newt stood up and the cheering slowly ceased. He fidgeted with his cup for a few seconds.

"I just wanna say..." His brown eyes landed on (M/n) and he pursed his lips," I'm glad you're okay, (M/n)."

There was something about Newt's voice that made him feel like tearing up, he wasn't sure what it was, but he could hear sincerity in Newt's words.

"And uh... I'm sorry."

With those last words, Newt sat back down in complete silence. Everyone wondered why Newt apologized to (M/n), and even (M/n) did, but... Something told that apology was meant for several things that, while not physically shown or done, Newt felt guilty about, maybe they were just passing thoughts he had, but he smiled and accepted the apology.

"Well... Who wants more food?" Fry exclaimed as he stood up, probably as a way to ease the slightly tense air that filled the Glade, and it was followed by a crowd of 'Me!'s.

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The next day, (M/n) realized one of his stitches had fallen off, so he went over to Clint to get the other ones removed, which went pretty well. He did have some issues lifting his arm and a few spots felt numb to the touch, which he figured was gonna happen anyway, so he thanked Clint for his job and they left the Homestead, immediately heading separate ways.

With the new weapon shed built, the Builders and Baggers had been helping around to carry the weapons from the basement to the shed. That's when he spotted Billy carrying a wooden bow.

He felt interested in that weapon and wondered if he could possibly learn some archery, after all, he hadn't really learned how to use a weapon yet.

(M/n) stood by the swing for a short while, maybe he could spot Gally and ask him, but he found himself making eye contact with... The twins.

He forced himself to smile at them, nodding as a greeting, and while they were surprised at his gesture, they nodded back, albeit with a frown on their faces. In moments like that, it was obvious they were twins, they were so perfectly in sync it was almost creepy.

And then Billy stopped by.

"Hey, (M/n)," they smiled at each other, but this time it was genuine, "How's your shoulder? And your leg?"

He looked down at himself, completely forgetting he had been stung until now. He didn't feel discomfort or pain, so he dismissed it. "I actually forgot about my leg, which is funny," he chuckled and so did Billy in response, "And my shoulder is getting better, it'll... Take a while before I can do stuff around normally, but I'm doing fine, Billy, thank you for asking," the Keeper nodded slowly and subtly nibbled on his bottom lip.

(M/n) glanced away, overlooking the way he was being stared at by Billy.

"Well, I have... Stuff to do, so, see you around," (M/n) watched as Billy began walking backwards, leaving him alone by the trees. He gave a small wave toward the Keeper before turning back to stare into the Deadheads, waiting for Gally to come by.

And... There he was.

"Gally," he turned his head at the sound of his name, his focus now turned to (M/n) who was making his way toward him.

"What's wrong, bean?" He saw (M/n) smiling for an instant, and that made him smile as well.

"Nothing's wrong, but I... Wanted to ask you something," Gally frowned and crossed his arms, changing his stance but keeping quiet to allow (M/n) to continue, "Can I practice with the bow?"

He sighed and stared into (M/n)'s eyes, "Can your shoulder handle the strain?"

Oh, he hadn't thought about that...

"I mean... We can check, can't we?" A cheeky smile grew on (M/n)'s face, and Gally shook his head from side to side a few times.

"Fine, but you're helping us make the arrows if any of them break," standing straight, he saluted and began following after the blond.

He was hoping for a few things, one, that his shoulder could take the strain, and two, that the arrows would stay in perfect-ish condition.

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Of course, neither of those things came true. He found out his shoulder wasn't quite ready to wield a bow, and he ended up breaking quite a few arrowheads as he was unable to hold the bow straight and aim correctly.

However, thankfully, he didn't have to work on making new arrows just yet because dinner was called, so Gally decided to get stuff fixed and done tomorrow after work.

After each grabbing their food, they sat at the Builders' table and began their unstoppable chattering. Everyone had a good time, even if there were times when he could feel heavy stares on him, and swiftly looking around the Dining area, he would find himself making eye contact with either Stan, Jason or Peter, amongst other Sloppers, thankfully, Lucas never looked his way, and if he did, (M/n) never caught him.

But whenever he would stare into their eyes, he would show them a small smile, trying to look as friendly as he could. Deciding to try and be friends with them was a tough decision, but it was the morally correct one, people do stupid klunk for stupid reasons, and he hoped that they would turn themselves right after what they did.

Maybe it was a lot to ask, or foolish of him to believe they would, but... He had hope.

Dinner went by just like that, slowly but surely being able to just ignore the stares and enjoy the time with his friends for the remaining hours of another day in the Glade.

Once they were done eating, (M/n) took a step outside the Homestead, ready to head over to his treehouse, needing the comfort and safety of his own room, immediately hearing the sound of heavy footsteps behind him. He knew who it was without even glancing behind him.

"Need anything, Gally?" The blond hummed and took longer strides until they were walking side to side.

"Nope, not really, why?" (M/n) grinned and looked at him, slightly confused yet amused.

"Then why are you following me?" Those words seemed to make Gally realize where they were as he looked around for a few seconds, "Let me guess... A habit?"

He chuckled and scratched the back of his head, "Yeah, I got used to walking you to your room... Sorry..." He laughed nervously while avoiding eye contact.

(M/n) smiled at that.

"I mean, I might need help raising that ladder so... It's nice that you came after me," he bumped his side into Gally, making sure the blond knew he wasn't weirded out or mad at him, which worked to ease Gally's mind.

Soon enough, they arrived at (M/n)'s treehouse, greeting Bark who simply poked his snout out of his doghouse before snuggling back inside, and (M/n) did his best to climb up the stairs, holding most of his weight with his good arm, while Gally made sure he wouldn't fall off and hurt himself more.

Arriving at the balcony, he turned around with a huff and moved his hair away from his face, looking down at Gally, who had a tight grip on the wooden ladder, "You ready?" (M/n) nodded and held the top step of the ladder, getting ready to lift it.

Surprisingly, it was easier than he expected, and he didn't feel much pain in his shoulder, probably because Gally was the one doing most of the lifting, even when he could only reach upward so far.

"You good, bean?" (M/n) looked down at Gally, barely visible under the moonlight shining through the leaves of the trees, and he nodded as he sighed.

"Yep, thank you, Gal," they smiled at each other, despite knowing that the other couldn't see it, and (M/n) reached back to his door, "Well, good night."

"Yeah... Sleep well, see you tomorrow."

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"What about this one?" (M/n) grabbed a couple of stones and showed them to Gally, who glanced at each quickly, before pointing at the biggest one.

"That one works."

It was a new day in the Glade, and after being done with their daily work, or the majority of it, Gally and (M/n) had gone deep into the Deadheads to find stones and rocks, any kind that could work as an arrowhead and possibly other tools. They were searching for them near one of the few creeks that were in the woods and were having quite a chill, relaxing time, being able to be together in silence.

Which was unfortunately broken by the sound of rapid footsteps heading their way.

They stood straight and looked around, before noticing the approaching silhouettes of the Sloppers, more specifically, Stan, Peter and Lucas.

Both he and Gally got ready for a possible confrontation with them, and the blond stood slightly in front of (M/n) as a way to protect him from them. They frowned and watched how Stan came to a stop in front of them, and they waited for anything to happen.

"Why?!" Stan exclaimed while glaring at (M/n), whose frown deepened, "Why are you being such a bitch?! Uh?! Letting us go without a punishment?!" Gally and he glanced at each other momentarily before the arguing continued.

Stan kept yelling, angry at (M/n), exclaiming that he kept trying to fix things in the Glade with his understanding personality, constantly forgiving their slinthead behaviour for whatever reason.

(M/n) was beyond confused. Why was he mad, exactly? Stan almost sounded as if he wanted to be punished for his actions, which was weird, in a way. Or maybe he learned the meaning of "guilt" or "remorse", mayhaps, but that wasn't all he had to say.

"But you never understood how we felt with you around! A shucking girl!" Up until this point, (M/n) wasn't even mad or angry at Stan for what he was saying, but well...

He was now.

His jaw clenched and his hands closed in tight fists, taking a step forward and standing in front of Gally, getting closer to the Keeper of the Sloppers, "Maybe you're right, Stan, but you can't say that. Neither of you tried to understand how I felt here either, Stan." Confusion flashed in Stan's eyes for a moment, mostly hidden by the annoyance clear in them, "I woke up here like all of you did, I didn't choose to be here, okay? That's something you have no right blaming me for."

Before anyone could add anything, the sound of sticks breaking and crunchy leaves reached their ears.

Alby was standing there, arms crossed with Chuck and Ty peeking behind him. It was clear that both of them had called the Leader over, probably having heard Stan's voice as he yelled at them.

"Everything alright over here?" Stan looked away with a clenched jaw and huffed before turning around and leaving the same way he came. All pairs of eyes stayed on the Keeper until he disappeared behind the trees and (M/n) released a deep breath he didn't know he was holding, closing his head and tilting his head down.

"Yeah, just... A misunderstanding, I guess."

//////

The remaining time of the day, (M/n) tried to distract himself from what had happened earlier, and focused on what Gally and Kurt were explaining to him as they made the new arrowheads. They did it so quickly, it let (M/n) know just how accustomed they were to doing this, and he was kind of impressed.

For now, however, he was practicing on some of the "worse" stones and rocks they found, just to make sure he would learn and not ruin a good stone by accident, which he was grateful for because he did shucked up a couple of them, but he felt like he was getting there... Somehow.

He will be great at this one day, he can feel it.

He briefly looked up at both guys in front of him, and realized they were already assembling the heads onto the wood, while he was still figuring out how to make the correct shape without shattering the whole thing.

"I will get better at this..." He muttered, catching their attention, "One day..." They chuckled and Kurt shook his head before continuing what he was doing, while Gally observed how (M/n) focused back on the stone in his hands, concentrating on getting it as perfect as he could.

He let out a sigh and finished up with his arrow, just to stand up and make his way over to (M/n) sitting next to him, "Let me help you, bean."

(M/n) chuckled, slightly ashamed, "Sorry, big guy."

"Hm, it's okay, I like helping you," they made eye contact, but felt too embarrassed to do anything when one of their friends was literally sitting in front of them, so they looked away and focused back on making the arrows.

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[Ever fallen? — Abby x Reader]

[drabble, unrequited love, smut, MDNI]

a/n: so... here's another drabble to ease my system. it's inspired by the song Ever Fallen? by Kate Peytavin, I was listening to it and i HAD TO put it out. ALSO I'm currently working on a sevika oneshot for an ask i received, it's not ready but anon, whoever you are, take this as a treat (if you enjoy abby anderson) 🫶🏾🫶🏾🤲🏾✨✨

anyways, hope y'all like it! reblogs are highly appreciated!

cw: smut, name-calling, reader is down bad for Abby but it's not requited (idk if it can be angsty too)

word count: 813 | not proof read

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Deep down, you knew it was a one-way situation. The touches didn't have true feelings, the intoxicating sensations only confused you. Going on that path could get you in a lot of problems, but right now, as she pulled you close again, it didn't seem to matter that much. 

Abby kissed you again, melting under the way you pressed her muscles in response. Your taste hadn't faded away from her mouth yet, but she wanted more. Her fingers pressed that place between your thighs, the warm and wet space that throbbed and called for her attention again and again. You moaned against her lips, pulling her hair as your legs spread more and that gut rotting feeling traveled across your chest with a heavy breath. 

"So welcoming", she said, smirking. Some hair strands fell around her face and you could swear that made her look even better. Freckled skin sweaty and slightly blushed. "Guess you can take another one, right?" 

"Yes, yes, please", you blurted, hips moving along with her tortuous ministrations. Fuck, she was so hot. 

That situation was a trap to yourself. You wouldn't get anything more from her, but still you came back. A vicious cycle that ended and started with need, yearn.

She was so beautiful. 

"Will you be good for me, baby?" Abby asked between kisses she'd spread on your neck, hand lightly going through the skin on the inside of your thighs on a caressing rhythm. 

You'd nod and whisper "yes" a million times, before she finally decided to touch you there again, blessing you with blissful sensations and dangerous feelings of your own. Her kisses would bloom heat on your skin, across your neck and chest, like a road of sinuous, empty promises. Abby licked your nipples as her digits pressed your clit, massaging while you panted and fell deeply into a fogged state of mind.

And so she'd continue. Because you were the one to blame for keeping coming back, even though you knew she wouldn't give you more than that. She kept with the circling ministrations on your soaked wet core, drinking the sight of your body contorting and pleading for more. As you got closer and closer to the high, step by step. 

"Look at you, fucking begging for another orgasm after just having one", she touched your foreheads, letting you pull the hair on the back of her neck. "Wanna hear you, baby, come on"

The noises coming out of your mouth were strangled, you tried to not be so loud but that was almost impossible. As you got closer to the orgasm, you just wanted to call her name so everyone could hear what she was doing. Let everybody know how Abby could fuck you into devastation. 

"Fuck- Abby…!" You gasped when the position of her hand got just so right, and she noticed, using that to keep this way. "Abby, Abby, Abby-" you hissed, frowning as your hips moved fast. 

Your body started to shake, trembling, the sight of her strong, naked body making you drool. Her arm muscles contracting with her ministrations on your pussy, that image alone could make you come. 

"You like when I make you feel so good? When I get you all pretty and senseless, screaming, dripping wet?"

All you could do was nod again and again, whining. She knew how to break you apart and she would do that every fucking time. With one of your legs between hers, you felt her own moistures pooling on your skin. The way she'd get off on the vision of you absolutely out of control for her, it made you insane. 

"Please, please, please, please", you whispered, almost crying. You were about to cry. 

"You look so good begging to come, baby", Abby chuckled, making a tear fall down your face. "Aw, are you crying?" 

Your back arched, a hand came down so you could grab the sheets as you kept moving the hips in spasms now. More tears came down, you could swear Abby got wetter. 

"Fuck, baby, come for me", she murmured before kissing your jaw. "Come for me, pretty slut"

That was the breaking point. 

Every neighbor would hear you shouting her name and letting out pathetic whines and pleads, as everything on your body kept sensing too much. The air was colder, her body was warmer, you needed to breathe more and all you wanted was to keep her close. As she hissed incentives to you, called you unholy names and her fingers and hand got soaked on your excessive moistures. 

"Fuck, Abby, fuck", you couldn't think of anything else to say, the ceiling would start to spin.

“Stupidly wet”, she whispered, hips twitching so her own wetness got more on your skin. “Do you want more?”

You nodded, gasping with despair as your pussy throbbed.

When wouldn't you want more of her?

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[divider by @froopis]

[crab-instruments]

What’s Coming to Me Part 17

Master <Part 16 Part 18>

Pairing: Crosshair x Sniper Reader (GN)

Rating and warning: killing and ambivalence to killing, hella angst

Beta Reader: @unfocusedfish

a/n: This one's rough, y'all. We be semi canon compliant

Kamino was an awful planet, you decided. Maybe it wasn’t so much the planet was a drag but the fact that you were stuck here, sitting on the bench and a majority of the population looked exactly like the next guy. There were a few clones that didn’t suck but many didn’t like The Bad Batch to begin with, so your association with them along with being a nat-born made you unsavory company in their eyes. These regs, as The Batch referred to them, kept their distance from you.  

Still, some soldiers saw you as a challenge, wanting to see what the legendary bounty hunter could do. It was easy to ignore the snide, petty comments, having never cared before. Being nonverbal sucked the fun out of their taunting as you never responded. Your novelty never fully wore off since the clones were in constant rotation.

One clone started to become friendly. He was stuck in a similar medical situation, practically healed but the squad was off-world. He seemed more mature than most, in attitude and age. His skin was tattered with blaster burns and scars and many of the other clones shut their mouths in his presence. His Dallas style mustache and somewhat contained mop hairstyle stood out against the other clones who were mostly clean shaven and well kept. Gator was what he had asked you to call him, before realizing he would never hear the name come out of your mouth. He said he wasn’t a big shot, but he had fancier armor than others, a green pauldron and kama. Gator’s helmet was well worn but had triangle teeth along the edges, yellow eyes on the sides, and faded scales on the back. Some referred to him as an ARC Trooper, but the classification meant nothing to you.

You stayed willfully ignorant of rank, treating everyone with the same amount of respect you felt they deserved, which wasn’t much. The longer you stayed in the GAR without understanding how the hierarchy worked, the funnier it became. What, only one pauldron? Come talk to me when you have two.

Gator enjoyed talking to you during down time, glad to have someone who wasn’t intimidated by him or just wouldn’t tell him to shut his mouth. Of all the clones you’d met on this waterlogged planet, he had the most charisma and cheeky smile, but it was a very low bar. His friendship also confirmed that The Bad Batch wasn’t oddly loyal to you; when a clone decides you’re friends, you’re vode. Gator made a point of sitting next to you in the mess hall and hung around during check-ups.

You expected he would eventually give up, your indifference never fading on the outside, but he would walk up with a toothy grin, make the same joke about how oddly quiet you were that day, and then ask to spar. You rarely ever turned down his offer.

The clone preferred to practice with living beings rather than training simulations. There was always a bit of distrust in his voice when he talked about the simulations, how life can’t be predicted by an algorithm. His happy expression melted into something serious and unreadable. “Machines are gonna fail and the system's gonna fail... then, survival. Who has the ability to survive? That's the game - survive.” Gator would say that to himself a lot and look off in the distance for a moment, as if reminiscing over something tragic and overwhelming.

The sparring room only had two other clones in it today, but the Jedi from before was watching from the observation room. Allora monitored your practice with a keen eye, either to observe your progress or to catch you red handed doing something wrong. You enjoyed the brief moments she directly interacted with you, a break from the constant flow of stoic clones. She always had a calm exterior but you could tell how much power bubbled like lava just below the surface. The bounty hunter-turned-trainer next to her looked less than impressed with you, though he had been smart enough not to challenge you.

After throwing Gator on the ground, winning another match, Gator chuckled. “One day I’m going to figure out how you always throw off my balance right when I think I got ya. Just not today.” He grunted before speaking again, eyes mischievous. “Maybe saying nothin’ has its advantages. Loose lips sink ships, eh?” You huffed and offered him a hand to help him up.

As you pulled him up to his feet, something felt wrong. Bad. It hurt, a pain that you had never felt before. Despair and hopelessness. You started to fold in on yourself and it became hard to breathe. Gator would have fallen to the ground with you if he hadn’t sensed something was off with you.

“Something wrong, Shev’la?” You could hear Gator but his voice was drowned out by the overwhelming feeling of dread and turmoil. Just as you couldn’t bear the feeling and your knees gave out, Gator caught you. He was speaking but you couldn’t comprehend what he was saying. The sound of a transmission came in from the observation room above, the only clear noise in the fuzziness you were experiencing. Only a few moments later did you hear blaster shots and the sound of a lightsaber igniting.

Both you and Gator spun around to see Allora on guard with her lightsaber backing up in the small space in the observation room above. The Jedi blocked incoming shots from clones, but the bounty hunter was caught completely off guard. He fell to the ground, lifeless.

“What the kriff is goin’ on?” Gator asked under his breath. You couldn’t move, eyes locked onto the scene unfolding. Allora continued to retreat, the other clones following hastily.

You made eye contact with Gator, pleading with your eyes for a rational explanation. Was this a training exercise? Is this real?

Gator only shook his head in disbelief, “Those shots weren’t on stun… They intended to kill—”

One of the two other clones in the room, forgotten up until now, opened a comm. The message relayed was given by a gravelly voice, ringing in your ears like a siren. You didn’t know what the message meant but it felt like nails on a chalkboard.

“Execute Order 66.”

You didn’t have time to turn to Gator to find out what that meant before arms wrapped around your neck, crushing your throat. Your fingers clawed at the arms, the lack of air making it hard to focus. A panicked noise escaped and you thrashed your legs. Once you gained some footing on the ground, you threw your head back into your assailant’s face, crushing his nose. It was hard enough that he let go and stumbled back. When you finally got a look at him, your mind went blank and you stumbled.

Gator.

It was Gator.

Gator turned on you. He tried to kill you. The man—who just moments ago was joking with you— attempted to strangle you.

Your blood ran cold, eyes wide.

He was still stumbling backwards, shaking his head. When the two of you made eye contact, for a moment, you still saw the clone you knew, who was confused and scared. It faded away to a dull, far away look.

Gator was gone.

No. No. No no no no no no! The Jedi will know what to do. Find Allora, she will explain this. She will fix this!

Shaking, you forced yourself to focus, winding up a punch to one of the clones in the face as they closed the distance. With a step forward, you roundhouse kicked the other clone in the gut, sending him flying into a punching bag. Gator threw a punch, you side stepped as his hand almost grazed your face. You grabbed his extended arm and used his momentum to throw his body towards the first clone. Gator was easily throwable, it was lucky you never helped him improve that.

All three clones were knocked down momentarily and you made your escape, slinking around the corner and down the hallway. Alarms and flashing lights filled the air, the sensation of being crushed under the weight of the water on this planet had never been more prevalent. You were sore, confused, and forsaken.

The sound of Allora yelling in pain caught your attention, coming from the next room. You watched a clone get hit by his own rebounded blaster shot and fall through the doorway, slumping dead against the wall. His blaster fell towards you so you snatched it up, glad to have a weapon. Leaving the sparring room empty handed was a rookie mistake you had never made before, but today was all about new experiences.

Peaking around the corner, the Jedi was… not faring well. She could only block so many incoming shots by herself. Allora was getting tired and it showed in how her movements became sluggish. One accurate shot and she could no longer stand. It only took a few more shots before she was down.

Your body moved before your brain told it to, finger pulling the trigger faster than the clones could register another hostile target. The room became quiet as you eliminated each clone in the vicinity, the blaster shots reverberating in the open room.

The Jedi was still breathing but she wasn’t… She didn’t…

You crumbled down next to Allora, hands hovering over her body, unsure of what to do or where to start. Her eyes fluttered open and she realized you weren’t trying to kill her. With the last of her strength, she pushed her lightsaber into your hand.

With the remaining life she had left, she gave you an order. “Run. Survive.”

The fire in Allora’s eyes was snuffed out, flames smothered with betrayal dealt by the very men she trusted.

A water droplet fell on your shaky hand. You looked around to find the source. Oh. It came from your eyes, you were crying. It had been so long you forgot the sensation. The slow tears felt hot on your cheeks. This is what defeat felt like.

Weaver’s last words echoed in your mind:

“… Oh, it’s almost tragic when you think about it. The clones you now care for as your own will turn against you one day and very soon. It’s written in the stars… or rather, their programming, but the stars sounds more striking…

“… I wish I could be there when it happens, the look on your face when you realize everything you’ve acquired the past few months will come crashing down with one measly command…

“… I had hoped to take you with me when the Republic fell, but this is a fitting end for someone like you; to die completely and utterly alone. You’ll get what’s coming to you.”

You released a deep, low growl and slammed your fist into the ground. This was all planned! And Weaver rubbed it in your face! All of the clones were programmed to turn against the Republic at the whim of some horrific mastermind…

It felt like all the air in the room evaporated and you felt dizzy.

… All? Did that include The Bad Batch? Would they try to kill you too? More importantly… Was this their choice? If they were programmed… Could they be deprogrammed? If that was possible… I need to find the medical wing where they make the clones.

Clone voices kicked you into action, diving to dodge blaster shots. You ignited Allora’s saber and used it to block the next couple of shots until you could fire your own blaster. The Jedi was more talented at the weapon, the weight was lighter than you anticipated and you couldn’t round the shots like she had earlier. Your swings were clumsy but it was enough. When the two hostiles fell, you took a moment to look at the blaster in your other hand.

No wonder they need several to take out a Jedi, thing’s a piece of kark. Amazing that I’ve managed to hit anything at all.

Before looking for answers, you’d need your equipment. You headed towards The Batch’s barracks.

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Getting to the barracks was straightforward, not having to duck around many clones. Most were running towards different sectors, taking care of other hostiles. It also helped that The Batch’s room was further away from the rest. When the door opened, the stale stench greeted you like an old friend, oddly familiar and comforting. Since being discharged, you stayed here, taking over Crosshair’s bunk. You had cleaned up the trash and mysterious objects that stunk the most, but the smell lingered, integrating with the walls.

Quietly, you put on your armor and packed your bag with the small amount of items you could claim as your own. You hesitated when you looked at the few things Crosshair had by his bed. His designated area was a reflection of himself. It was sparse and aloof, but if you took the time to explore, you’d find the treasures Crosshair cared for most. Your favorite piece was a broken scope that once resided on his Firepuncher. It was from the forth or fifth time you challenged The Bad Batch that you got the closest to killing Crosshair, but he moved out of the way at the last second. His scope didn’t survive.

You softly smiled at the memory and the influence the moment had on Crosshair to hold onto the scope. You held it in your hand, contemplating on taking it. If The Bad Batch wasn’t affected by the same order as all the rest, the scope would continue to be a marker of how far you’ve come. However, if they were affected, this would only serve as a reminder for what you lost; the squad you saw as your family, the person you cared the most for, and the ability to trust. You shoved the scope in the bag, deciding you could get rid of it later if you changed your mind. Maybe bury it in the desert or on the planet you broke it on.

A dark figure reflecting on one of Crosshair’s sniper mirrors caught your eye, causing you to freeze in place. You decided you weren’t going to make the same mistakes as you had before, broken and vulnerable. If they saw you as an enemy, you’d passionately play the part. In one fluid movement, you grabbed your sniper, spun around into a kneeling position, and shot straight through the heart.

The blood drained from your face as your conflicting emotions fought for dominance. It was only a few days ago that you were trying to think before shooting. None of that mattered now, the ones who preached critical thinking were nothing but mindless killing machines. You’d be a fool to extend the same kindness after they so rudely stabbed you in the back and twisted the knife without mercy.

Grabbing your bag, you slowly walked towards the body in the doorway, listening for others. No other footfalls were heard, no other signs of life. Whoever laid dead in the doorway was after you and knew where to find you. As you stood next to the clone, the bitter spark of repulsion rose inside you and you allowed yourself to give into the desire to kill anyone who stood in your way. It wasn’t the same numbness you felt before as a bounty hunter, it was a red hot demand for vengeance.

You unceremoniously stepped over Gator’s body, not taking a second look at the man you once might consider a friend. In truth, this was a more merciful ending for Gator. If it was true that the clones weren’t in control, killing them would be the last kindness you could give to the clones. Gator was free now.

“That's the game – survive.”

Gator’s words left a hollow feeling as they rang in your ears.

It was eerily quiet as you walked down the hall. You pulled out your holopad, opening the blueprints of the facility you downloaded from Tech’s datapad a few days prior. The medical wing was on the other side of the base and you’d face more hostiles along the way. Knowing the Kaminoans with their dubious morals, the information you were looking for would be hidden extremely well. It would take time to uncover, so you found a dataport you could access in a small, unsuspecting room.

You did your best to sneak around, avoiding security camera sightlines and main hallways. If you came across any other beings, it was only clones, no Kaminoans. Your disgust of the species only grew as you experienced their cowardice. Of course they wouldn’t participate in the battle they helped create. Not all the clones were hunting, some cleaning up bodies and removing machines. Their faces held no emotions and their eyes felt far away, not in control.

However, you didn’t hesitate to take out any clone or droid that got in your way, not bothering to hide the evidence. They should feel the same misery for the deaths of their vode as you did. Each kill never satisfied the animosity you felt, emotions bleeding into your normally detached professionalism. Every fallen soldier was another notch in your fragile sanity. You preferred to use Allora’s lightsaber, each kill became a tiny bit of personal retribution.

When you made it to the medical bay, you did a quick sweep for cameras and personnel before slicing the terminal. You were sweaty, tired, and unhinged. The terminal screen flashed with different windows as your program worked its magic. You could only hear your heart beat and the sound of your nervous shallow breaths. Minutes ticked by but you had nothing to show for it, you couldn’t find anything about what could be controlling the clones or this Order 66. You checked every digital nook and cranny but everything came up empty. Desperate, you slammed your fist on the panel.

What if… there is no way to reverse this? What if everything was a lie?

You groaned in frustration, refusing to face the reality of being a helpless bystander in all of this. Your foot kicked a lower panel, denting the metal. There had to be something, anything, or you would take everyone down by yourself, even if it cost losing yourself in the process.

“You won’t find what you’re looking for on that terminal.”

The small voice came from behind you. In a second, you ignited Allora’s lightsaber and spun around, facing the being who escaped your sweep. The green reflected back onto a child’s scared face and you hesitated. She was blonde, half your height, and in an outfit you hadn’t seen before. The girl stumbled back but didn’t have much space to do so, her back hitting a wall. Your resolve waivered, unable to hurt a child without a reason and you lowered the saber a tiny bit. She was most likely hiding from the chaos.

“You’re Shev’la, right? A part of The Bad Batch?” You flinched, suspicious. Her accent was similar to that of the clones, but it was possible she picked it up living here. Paranoia was starting to creep in. “My name’s Omega, and I want to be part of The Bad Batch too. They’re different from the rest.” A battle raged in your head, scolding yourself for faltering after having been stabbed in the back by the entire Republic army but pointing a weapon at someone who was most likely swept up into this mess unknowingly. She was obviously scared of you but forced herself to breathe evenly.

Was she… stalling? She sounded sincere. I’ve never encountered someone so small that wasn’t a clone…

“You’re looking for information on the chips, yeah?” Unsure what she was talking about specifically, you nodded slowly. “The chips are what they used to control them. The Kaminoans hid their existence at first but then said it was to control the clones’ aggression once a rogue clone found them.” Each word weighed on you, making you more exhausted as the secrets spilled from her mouth. You weren’t even sure if she was telling the truth, but the look of determination in her eyes in comparison to all the clones told you she wasn’t lying.

When Omega moved, you tightened your grip on the lightsaber. She backed up again. “I can show you… We’ll need to go to a different terminal, though.” You didn’t move. “It-it’s in a room more secluded than this, so we won’t be found by any clones.”

… She’s the only lead I have, I have no choice. My future depends on a child. Well played, Force, well played.

You holstered the lightsaber and swung your rifle around front, gesturing for Omega to lead but showing her you wouldn’t allow any funny business. She gave a sheepish smile before leading you down the hall. The hallways became more narrow and circular. Tunnel was a better way to describe them, like you were burrowing deep into the earth but there was only water on the outside. You contemplated the likelihood this was a well executed trap but if that was true, you’d have to give her credit. Omega seemed so innocent and sincere. She activated the same protective instinct in you Siari did.

“Here we are.” Omega led you into a small, cramped room that had long been forgotten. It wasn’t noted on your map, something unsuspecting to be the cave of a child. You hesitated before crossing the threshold. It felt like you were invading her personal space, but this was no time for courtesy.

The ceiling was lower, so you had to lean awkwardly and there wasn’t much room for you sniper. You slung it on your back to keep it out of the way. There wasn’t much lighting, just a dim bulb connected with haphazard wires. There was an older terminal in the corner Omega booted up. “I disconnected this from the network a while back. It’s a bit slow but it stores data I need it to.” As she continued fiddling, you looked around, studying the items she’s collected over time. Broken bits and pieces you couldn’t name, so probably not weapons. The walls had sketches etched in them, different customizations that you had seen on the clones and many you had not seen.

What stood out was a corner that was dedicated to The Bad Batch. The symbols of each member and a sketch of their face were on the wall. Well, you assumed that’s what the sketches were. They weren’t clear but you conceded Omega was a child who had worked all her life and did the best she could to etch into the metal. There was a scrap of red fabric and broken goggles near the sketches, too.

“I pulled the data about the chips when I overheard them lie about it to the Jedi. I didn’t… I didn’t know it would lead to this.” Her voice cracked before quiet tears rolled down her cheeks. You were overcome with an emotion you weren’t familiar with. You were… uncomfortable? Omega looked gloomy and broken, and you were unsure how to handle this. There was no amount of training that could have prepared you for this. You didn’t necessarily care to console her, you just needed the data, but that led to a sharp pang of guilt. How does one comfort a child when they themselves didn’t have a gentle bone in their body?

You kneeled so you were at her sight level. With extreme hesitation, you reached out with an unsteady hand, pulling back a few times before making it to the destination of her head. Omega froze and made eye contact. Unsure of what to do now, you patted her head a few times awkwardly before taking your hand back. You tried to keep your face even, but you were sure it was clear you had no idea what you were doing.

“You’re going to save The Bad Batch, right?” You didn’t even know if they could be saved but you sighed and nodded in agreement, exhausted. You handed her a data stick and she took it, discreetly wiping a tear away. “What will you do until they get back?”

Kid, I don’t know anything anymore. I didn’t have time to think anything through and I can barely deal with what’s happening right in front of me.

Omega sniffled. “You could hide out here. I know it’s small but no one would come back here but me. I’ll bring you rations when I can… It might be difficult for me when… if things become normal again.” The terminal pinged and Omega handed the data stick back to you.

Well, this isn’t the worst place I’ve camped out.

Finagling your sniper off your body and leaned against the wall, you sat on the floor and shut down to the sound of Omega chatting. You imagined being swallowed by the waves of Kamino, allowing the loneliness to creep in, the emptiness being filled with salty water.

Part 18

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Gator is based off of Burt Reynolds, because I had been watching many of his movies. The quote is his line from Deliverance.

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Janus cant cook shit

Roceit Week 2023, Day 4: Comfort

Content Warning: Food mention

Author's Note: Ngl, i just recycled this lil thing. Idk if it relates to the prompt but meh ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Hope y'all like it though!

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He was almost done writing his script, now all he had to do was proofread and revise and he will be done with it in no time. Roman just needed to add some extra dialogue and other details so it would be perfectly perfect. But it seems that destiny wouldn't let him do so when he suddenly heard a loud thud and clattering coming from the kitchen followed by a foul smell... was something burning!? Well, this is not good… he thought. He immediately got up from his chair and rushed to the kitchen to check out the situation there, but what greeted him on the other side made him stop dead on his track. He froze like a statue and just stared at the scene before him. 

“What the hell are you doing?” Roman asked incredulously as he watched his lover, Janus gingerly trying to put out a small fire that was raging in the pan on top of the stove, dumping a glass of water on it and completely extinguishing the fire before looking at Roman. And Roman had just noticed what Janus' current state was. He didn't have his bowler hat on and his hair was a mess, half covered with what looked like flour. The apron he was wearing was stained and dirtied and so were his clothes for some reason. 

"... hi. I was just, cooking you something, darling." Janus said nonchalantly, leaning close on the counter and batting their eyelashes at their boyfriend. "I might have made a slight mess in the kitchen though". They added sheepishly. 

" Jan... You almost burned down our kitchen." Roman sighed exasperatedly, shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his nose between his index finger and thumb. "And how did you even get that butter up the ceiling!?" He wondered aloud and pointed at the ceiling, where said butter was.

Janus blinked owlishly for a moment at him, "Magic?—".

Roman sighs again and approached his beloved, " Why are you even cooking? Not gonna lie, you suck at it.". That made Janus pause for a bit and he pouted at Roman, "Well, duh. Cooking isn't my thing... I was trying to do something for you." He says and Roman has to bite his lip to keep from smiling. It seemed like Janus did try to do something for him, but it seemed like they did not succeed at that. 

“You didn’t need to cook me anything," They said coyly fluttered their eyelashes once more, making Roman smile fondly. "You can, but next time, don't burn down the kitchen." He says as he gently places his hands on Janus' hips.

"You're starting to sound like Logan–"

"Oh shut up, bananaconda."

"But actually though, what were you trying to cook?" Roman added curiously, looking at Janus intently, his gaze softening a little. Janus looked away and blushed, hiding behind his hair.

"Oh... it's something you like," Janus replied with an almost shy smile. "I was trying to cook your favorite pasta. Had to ask Patton for the recipe."  They admitted sheepishly and Roman felt like melting on the spot. Janus wanted to cook him his favorite dish.  Well, he didn't know if he deserved this kind of treatment after everything. But then again, he couldn't help but think about it. Maybe Janus does care about him. 

"Goddamn, I love you." Roman blurts out as he stared lovingly at Janus who looked away again, embarrassed at Roman's sudden outburst but also happy. Roman leaned forward and kissed their cheek, "Come here, let's clean the kitchen then I can help you cook the pasta.". He murmured softly. 

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The aroma of marinara sauce filled the kitchen as it was heated up in a pan, Roman was stirring it carefully while Janus watched him like a lovestruck fool (which he indeed is). Roman hummed happily as he stirred the sauce while Janus stood right beside him. Roman glanced sideways at his beloved, "Are you just going to stand there and be pretty instead of giving me a hand?" Roman asked playfully. 

"Why yes~" Janus purred and wrapped his arm around Roman's waist to pull him closer, resting his chin on Roman's shoulder. "I love a man who can cook. And I absolutely adore seeing this side of you where you're not being loud and obnoxious, it feels surreal." He added with a teasing smile. Roman rolled his eyes but smiled anyway. 

"Are you trying to insult me, Janus?" Roman asks amused and turns off the burner before he turns towards Janus, placing their foreheads together, "If that's the case then I'm afraid you're going to have to pay a price for it." Roman threatened as his hands slowly moved upwards to cup their face tenderly, caressing it with a soft touch. Janus leaned closer to try and kiss Roman but the other suddenly pulled away. 

"Anyway, why don't you get the pasta for me, mi amor?" Roman suggested with a cheeky smile on his lips. Janus huffed in slight annoyance after being left hanging but complied, walking over to the counter where they left aside the pasta and handing it over to Roman.  Roman took it and thanked him before continuing to prepare the marinara pasta. 

"I, for one, didn't even think you had the ability to cook," Janus commented as he hopped onto the counter while they continue to admire each other. 

Roman hums in response, getting some plates from the cupboards. "How so". He questioned and Janus shrugged nonchalantly before replying. “I don't know… I thought you're too much of a dumbass to know how to cook.”. Janus snickered at the end and Roman turned to glare at them softly. "Hey!" He protested softly and Janus giggled. "Stop laughing at me." He grumbled, causing Janus to burst out in laughter. Roman was quick to follow, joining Janus in laughter.

When their laughter subsided, Roman spoke again. "Anyway, I'm done with the pasta, why don't you try it?" He says, setting a plate of marinara pasta beside Janus before handing him a fork. Janus takes the offered utensil and dug into the food, making a noise of delight when they tasted it. Roman grinned as he watched Janus eat. 

"Is it good?"

"No, it sucks." Janus chirps but continued to eat the pasta. Roman looked at him unimpressed by his answer. 

Janus smirked, waving the other off. "Of-fucking-course, it tastes good. It's delicious, like the cook." He teased him playfully. "Mmhm… sure…" Roman scoffed and rolled his eyes as Janus giggled. He then took the fork from Janus' hand (earning him a complaint from the other) and tasted the pasta. 

"It is indeed, delicious. I'm such a great cook, unlike a certain snek boi." Roman grins proudly while side-eyeing the deceitful façet who let out a gasp at his statement. "Excuse you! How dare you accuse me of being a terrible cook!" Janus whined with mock offense. "I still haven't shown my hidden cooking skill yet!". 

"Oh yeah?" Roman raised an eyebrow challengingly at them, crossing his arms across his chest. "Almost burning down the kitchen is definitely a cooking skill." he points out with amusement and Janus let out another whine pouting playfully. "Oh, you wound me, Roman! How could you!" He exclaimed dramatically, causing Roman to laugh again.

Janus jumped off the counter and wrapped his arms around the other's neck. "But I guess I can't deny the fact that you are an amazing cook," Janus admits, looking up at Roman with a soft smile. Roman chuckled and wrapped his arms around Janus' waist.

"Good, because I plan on cooking for you more often," Roman said with a grin. "And maybe teach you too, heh.". Janus leaned in and placed a kiss on Roman's lips, causing the other to blush.

"I would love that," Janus said, pressing a feather-light kiss on the other's jaw. They pulled away from each other after a moment and went to eat the pasta they cooked then clean up the kitchen, the two of them working in comfortable silence.

As they finished up, Janus leaned against the counter and watched as Roman washed the dishes. "You know, I'm glad we did this," Janus said, breaking the silence. "It was nice to spend time with you like this.". Roman looked up at him and smiled. "I'm glad too, Janus. I always have a good time with you."

Janus smiled back and walked over to Roman, wrapping his arms around the other's waist. "I love you," Janus whispered, resting his head against Roman's shoulder.

Roman wrapped his arms around Janus and leaned into him. "I love you too," he replied, pressing a kiss to Janus' forehead. The two of them stayed like that for a moment, enjoying each other's company before finally pulling away and finishing up the last of the dishes.

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