#wanna go out to eat with us? you should come by our stall!

[millidew]

if the p4 the magician manga gave us anything it was yosuke canonically using kaomojis

[devastatedloyallute]

// Bigger Than The Whole Sky // GuitarSpear - Adam x Lute

Summary: “Alright, so here we go, in order. Lilith went and cheated on me with Lucifer, then Lucifer convinced Eve to eat the one fucking thing we were told not to eat, got us both in deep shit, she started to get distant with me, then officially left me when one of our twins killed the other. The end, goodnight.”

Warnings: 🤷🏽‍♀️ I dunno

nah but in all seriousness, there is Major Character Death, but mainly it's a lot of fluff!

Note: Hey there peoples! Long post incoming! This will be the entirety of my GuitarSpear fic, if you'd like to read it in chapters you can go to my AO3 here! Hope you enjoy! Thank you again @shinynewboots 💕

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Lute and Adam lay on the couch watching some movie he had put on, some cheesy rom-com or something. It had been a week or so after that pretentious meeting with the Hell Princess. It was one of their casual nights in: a movie, snacks, PJs on, masks off, prime cuddling time. One of Adam’s arms was being used as a pillow for his head, the other around Lute’s waist as she lay in front of him. 

Lute, having lost interest in the movie a while ago, was off in her own thoughts. ‘ What makes me so different? Why did Adam choose me? Romantically speaking, that is. He could have anyone he wants…So why ?’

“Sir, why did you choose me?” She asks tilting her head back to look up to him.

“Huh?” He looks down at her puzzled, “Whadda mean?”

“What makes me different from your ex-wives?”

“What brought this on, Babe? You suddenly jealous or somethin’? That isn’t fuckin’ like you,” He grins and pokes her belly.

“Of course not! I was just curious, is all. You could have anyone, but here I am.” She says, playfully swatting his hand from her stomach.

“Well, ya know, I’ve told you both of them betrayed and left me. And you haven’t done that, and we’ve been hooked up for what, decades now? Longer? Who the fuck knows, but I know, that you’re the best damn thing I’ve got. And you’ve gotta be real fucking stupid to think I’d let you go,” He says as he squeezes her and nuzzles her cheek. “This movie is kinda dragging on, ready for bed?”

Lute nods as they get up to stretch and head off down the hallways towards their room. They stop at the bathroom to take a piss and brush their teeth. Spitting out her toothpaste, Lute asks, “So, you gonna continue to tell me what makes me so different? Go on, tell me how special I am~” She didn’t need the reassurance, she’s just teasing at this point, stalling bedtime.

“Fine, if you’re gonna be so adamant about it, let’s make it a story time. At my expense. You really wanna hear my sob story?” he replied with sarcasm. Lute stared up at him with puppy eyes and a pleading smile on her face. Adam rolled his eyes and ruffled her hair. “Come on then.”

The two get settled into bed, lying facing each other. Lute was still looking at him waiting. Adam gave a defeated sigh as he knew she wasn’t going to drop this topic until she got whatever answer she was looking for. 

“Alright, so here we go, in order. Lilith went and cheated on me with Lucifer, then Lucifer convinced Eve to eat the one fucking thing we were told not to eat, got us both in deep shit, she started to get distant with me, then officially left me when one of our twins killed the other. The end, goodnight.” He sped out in one breath.

Lute was dumbfounded, “That… gave me more questions than answers. I’m sorry, what the fuck?” She rubbed her forehead, trying to process all of that. “I was aware of the Lucifer shit, but what was that about your kid killing your other kid?!”

“Yup, and Eve tried to tell me it was all my fault and that I should have known better, yadda yadda- whatever. I wasn’t the one who ate that stupid apple and gained knowledge of shit. She did, and all the kids were born with that shit too. Not fucking me!”

“Wait, so what happened? Was she just super naive before the whole apple incident?”

“Yeah, she was the complete opposite of Lilith. She was real sweet, but emotionally too soft. The main problem with Lilith was she was defiant as shit. Eve, on the other hand, was entirely compliant. Was awesome at first, but she wouldn’t stand up for herself. She was such a sensitive baby. She took everything I said to heart, even when I was joking. Worst part was that she wouldn’t ever tell me if her feelings got hurt, but I could tell by the look in her eyes. I had felt horrible, but you know, it was my way of messing around. But I became afraid to say anything to her, in fear of hurting her. She was literally made for me, and I pushed her away. Big reason I was set on the whole ‘not going to fall in love again’ thing.” His tone was full of melancholy.

“But even after her fucking up our eternal paradise, we still stayed together. There was nobody else. She changed after eating that fucking apple. She became cold and distant. We did what we had to to survive, no longer in Eden where there were no dangers. ‘Course we fucked ‘cause you know, boredom. It was vanilla as fuck though, nothing like us,” He smirked at Lute with a wink. She responded with an eye roll and a smirk of her own.

“Then the twins were born, Cain and Abel. I loved those little shits. We had other kids too but they’re not important to this story,” He said as he waved his hand up.

Lute nodded, and then realized just how old Adam’s soul really is. ‘ Holy fuck, he’s ancient. And a dilf. Wow. Anyway ’ she thought.

“Anyway, as soon as they started walking on their own there was no fuckin’ stopping them. They were off playing their make believe games. I managed to at least keep them within ear shot if anything happened, but we had secured our home base pretty well. Not as safe as Eden, but as close as we could get. Eve was always off doing her own thing, and didn't want to be anywhere around me. At sunset I’d shout for the boys to come back and they’d tell me all about their adventures.”

“Did you ever join them?” Lute asked.

“Of fuckin’ ‘course I did! Good way to keep an eye on ‘em and have fun and form bonds with them,” he chuckled. “The boys were around eight years old when it happened. Cain told me he had ‘pretend’ killed his brother during their game. I guess I should have known something was up when he came back alone.”

-

“Okay, I won, you can stop being dead now. Come on, it’s starting to get dark. Dad’s gonna call for us any minute,” Cain says as he nudges his brother with his foot. “Abel, I get it, you’re a great pretender, but games over, let’s go home.” 

After Abel’s refusal to move, Cain grabs the stick he had used as his weapon in their game, ready to poke him. “I’m gonna poke you again if you don’t get up right now.” He looked down the pointed stick, noticing there was red liquid at its tip. Then it all clicked. He looked Abel over and saw the matching red liquid coming from his chest. He carefully moves his brother's hand over the wound to hide it. ‘Oh no’ was Cain’s only thought as he ran to hide the blood-stained stick off in a bush, before running to get his father.

“DAD! Dad, dad-” Cain came panting, “Abel stopped playing with me, will you come help?”

“What? What’s wrong?” Adam questioned. ‘That’s not like them, they always get along with their games,’ he thought.

“I can’t explain it, you gotta come get him!” as Cain sped off.

As the two arrive at Abel's body, Cain awkwardly looks around, making sure his accidental weapon couldn’t be seen. Adam looks Abel over, unsure of why he wasn’t responding. Adam kneels down and picks him up to carry him home, “He’ll be fine, must just be tuckered out from playing so hard. So what game were you playing this time?”

“We were playing hunters. I was the hunter and he was a bear! Like when we saw mom fight a bear that time, remember? Yeah, so we were playing, and I jabbed the bear ‘cause he was chasing after me. And then Abel stopped playing. Even after I said the game was done, he didn’t get up. I dunno why, maybe he was really tired like you said, I dunno.” Cain said with a nervous shrug.

They made it back to their home shelter, Adam set Abel down on the makeshift bed mat. Cain hurried beside his brother, watching him cautiously. ‘I am gonna be in so much trouble…what do I do?’

The night passed without incident.

In the morning when Abel still did not rise, his skin looking a lot paler as well, Cain grew more anxious. He knew he had done something wrong, but had no way to fix it. Guilt was eating at him, he had to tell someone. He had to tell his mother, she would know what to do.

“Mom? Can I tell you something?” Cain said sheepishly with his eyes looking at his feet.

“Of course, honey, what is the matter?” Eve asked as she knelt to his eye level.

“I…I think I did a bad. A really big bad. I think yesterday while Abel and I were playing, I hurt him really bad. I didn’t mean to! It was just pretend! But…I think I killed him.”

“Killed? Why do you think that?” Eve asked in a skeptical tone.

“It was like when you killed that bear that was attacking us. You poked it really hard and then it stopped moving. We were playing hunters and he was the bear. After I poked him he was bleeding, I think.”

“Oh my,” Eve brought her hand to her mouth, “Where was your father during this?!”

“He was at home, why?” Cain questioned.

“He should have been watching you two! If he was, this wouldn't have happened!” Eve stood, and headed off towards home.

“ADAM!” Hearing such an aggressive tone, one that he had only ever heard her use when defending against the wildlife, Adam’s head snapped in the direction of her voice. Eve was heading at him, enraged. He’d never seen such rage in her eyes before.

“Eve? I’ve been giving you your space, what did I do??” His hands raised and a tinge of fear in his voice. She had never raised her voice at him or even confronted him, much less aggressively.

“Where’s Abel?” Eve asked, though it was less of a question and more of a demand.

“He’s still asleep! He musta been really tired from yesterday,” Adam stated as Eve began to look for her son. She found him, pale and cold to the touch. 

“He isn’t sleeping you dunce, he’s dead!” Eve uncovered the wound hidden under Abel's hand. Adam had come over to see for himself, and sure enough, there was a small gaping hole in Abel’s chest.

“I swear that wasn’t there yesterday. How did that even happen?!” Adam stared in shock and disbelief.

“You weren’t watching the boys, that’s how! You’re supposed to watch over them, keep them safe! Cain stabbed him with a stick during their game!”

“How was I to know this would happen?! They’ve always been fine without much supervision before, why would this time have been different? And by that, he learned it from you, after watching you kill that bear,” Adam gestured to her.

“Oh, so, what was I meant to do? Let the bear kill all of us?” Eve threw her arms up in a huff.

Cain watched his parents back and forth as they continued to argue. This was his fault, but he didn’t think he would really kill his brother when reenacting their mother’s bear fight. It really was an accident.

Eve grabbed Cain by the wrist, “We’re leaving, you will not be seeing us again. Oh, and you might want to start digging a hole to bury him. I will not stand to bury my own son.”

Cain followed his mother but looked over his shoulder to see his father. Adam stood defeated, his shoulders slouched, and looking at Abel’s body.

 “I’m sorry.” Cain pouted.

“This isn’t your fault, sweetheart. But you will have to live with this for the rest of your life.” Eve tried to comfort him. 

“Can I fix it somehow?” He looked at her with pleading eyes.

“I don’t think so, honey,” she squeezed his hand, “but I’ll be with you through it.”

Adam watched as they left, an emptiness growing in his chest. As reality set in he fell to his knees. He was alone yet again. After a bit of collecting himself, he brings himself to the body of his son. He felt pains in his heart, now understanding that his son was gone. 

He sets a large stone at the head of the hole he had spent the last hour digging, before slowly lowering Abel into it. He felt hot tears run down his cheeks as he began filling the hole. ‘What did I do wrong? What did I do to deserve this? Why?!’

Years passed, but Adam never left the place he had called home, despite the horrible memories. Day and night, in and out, he grieved at his lost son’s grave. He rarely ate, and couldn’t bear to go too far from the grave, in fear that a wild animal would come and dig Abel out of the ground while he was gone and Adam would have to deal with the emotions of burying him again. 

When Adam awoke, he was no longer beside his son’s grave. He was now in the clouds. “What is this? Where am I?”

“Welcome first man, Adam. This is Heaven. You are the first human soul to arrive.” Said the angel who appeared in front of him.

“Huh? How did I get here? What about my home?” He questioned frantically, looking around.

“You must have passed in your sleep. You died.” The angel avoided eye contact, and disregarded his questions. 

“Oh. Alright, so I guess nothing down there matters anymore. So what do I do here?”

“Whatever you like,” The angel gestured to the rest of Heaven.

“Great, so a whole lot of nothing. Being alone again. Forever. Cool,” Adam rolled his eyes in contempt.

“Not quite, there are other angels here. Soon enough there will be other souls here,”

“Wait, so, will my family be here too? What about my son? He died before me, is he here?”

“Unfortunately, not everyone comes here. Those who have committed sins do not. Your wife, Eve, did commit the first sin, which is what got you removed from paradise. She will not be here. One of your sons, Cain, will also not be here when he dies. He committed the first murder.”

“But that was an accident! He never meant to do that, they were children playing a game. They were good kids.” Adam argued.

“Accident or not, it makes no difference. Sin is sin. You will understand that in time. Those who belong here will be here.”

The angel left in a flash of light, leaving Adam feeling conflicted. Maybe they were right. He must have done something right if he ended up here. 

-

“But yeah, that’s that story, ya happy now?” Adam said as he scooted closer to Lute.

“That does clear that up.” She draped her arm over his shoulder, pulling him in. “You good? Something else on your mind, Sir?” 

“Ya know, this wasn’t it but it’s pretty fucking weird you keep calling me ‘Sir’ even when we aren’t on the job, Babe.” He muttered into her chest.

“And you calling me ‘Babe’ even though you tend to call nearly every woman babe, isn’t?” She smirked, curling a bit of his hair around her finger.

“...yeah okay, fair point. Anyway, I fuckin’ love you. I’m so fucking scared to lose you. I’ve somehow fucked up every legitimate relationship I’ve been in. I mean yeah, before you came along, I’d messed around with angels and stuff. There was that one and only time Sera let me down on Earth, and I fucked around with human ladies, yeah she wasn’t impressed with me on that one. But none of those were genuine feelings, you know?” Adam recounted his times as Lute petted his hair down. “I didn’t want to let myself get feelings for fucking anyone. Didn’t need to go through heartbreak in fucking Heaven, am I right?”

He looked up at her with soft eyes, “But when I met you, things felt different. I wanted to force those thoughts and feelings away. You climbed those ranks and soon you were appointed as lieutenant. I figured I could do one of two things: either give in and try to swoon you, or push you away. Can’t get rejected if I never try right? To be real, trying to push you away only backfired.”

Lute looked a little taken aback, “You were pushing me away? Couldn’t tell,” she shrugged.

“Me being an asshole seemed to only pull you in, you crazy bitch. You’re a masochist or somethin’, Babe,” He cupped her cheek and booped her nose with his thumb.

“What really makes you different is that you’re everything they were but better. I’m not afraid to pester you, and if I do go too far you put me in my fuckin’ place. You don’t take shit, and can dish it out. We have practically the same humor, we can bully each other but know it’s not serious. But we also have these soft and sensitive times. Not to mention our awesome as fuck sex life. You’re a kinky bitch.” He grins as he kisses her. Lute wraps her arms around his head as they kiss, breaking for air only to go in again. Smiles on both their faces, this truly was paradise.

“You know, I’ve got some insecurities too, now seems to be the time to voice them,” Lute brushed her now messy bangs out of her face.

“I just spilled my guts, so go for it, Babe,” He leaned back, ready to listen.

“It’s nothing spectacular, just that even though I’m well respected among the exorcists, I can’t shake the feeling of being outcasted. Not that I don’t get along with the others, but there’s this weighing feeling of judgment from them.”

“Eh, they’re just fuckin’ jealous of your position.”

“That’s just it, it’s not just that. I’ve heard them whisper about how I’m ‘the bosses’ favorite’.”

“Fucking true though-” He chirped, only to be met with a glare from Lute.

“You’re all I’ve got, Sir. Because of my position, and our status, the other exorcists are…intimated. So it’s been difficult to make…friends.” Lute appeared dejected. Adam sat up and scooped her into his lap. 

“Aw, don’t be down, Lute. You’ve got me and I’ve got you, who needs anyone else?” He squeezed her and nuzzled his forehead to hers. She nuzzled him back and kissed his cheek.

Someone had initiated a tickle war. There was a dramatic *THUD* as said someone hit the floor.

Lute tried to catch her breath, recovering from the laughing fit brought on by Adam flinging himself off the bed. 

“You okay?” She managed to chuckle out, wiping the tears from her eyes.

“Hah, fuck, yeah, yeah I’m good,” He huffed out as he brought himself to the edge of the bed.

“Hey, did you ever get an answer to what happened to Abel? Is he in Heaven or not?”

“Yeah he’s up here. Like how the fuck do you forget about the kid running around up here somewhere? How they managed to keep him a secret is beyond me.”

“So, where is he?” Lute questioned as Adam crawled up onto the bed rubbing the back of his head.

“He’s uh, now he’s in that district where the young kids go. Kids who died from neglect and shit. It’s basically a giant playground daycare sorta place. Emily decided she really didn’t want it looking like a school ‘cause it wouldn’t be the best memories for the ones who were killed in those fucking school shootings. They still learn a few things but yeah it’s mainly a playplace.” Adam said as he awkwardly fixed his pajamas and straightened his feathers.

“...Have you ever gone to see him?”

“I did, once…It was a few years after I got here, I had just learned that he was up here. I hadn’t really thought he’d be up here since I was told I was the first human here, so when Sera told me, I went to go see him. When he saw me though he was terrified. I tried to be like ‘hey it’s me, your dad!’ only for him to make the saddest fucking face I’d ever seen and his little voice go ‘You let me die.’ It felt like being stabbed, set on fire, then thrown down an endless pit. It fucking sucked. I already had to bury this kid, just for him to also blame me for his death in the afterlife.” Adam faceplanted himself into his pillow with a groan. 

Lute pat his back in an attempt to comfort him. “It’s been a while, maybe you could try seeing him again? He’s eight, I don’t think he’ll have held a grudge this long.”

“Ughhh but what if he has? What if he doesn’t even want to see me? I have ultimately failed as a dad. You don’t know the pain of being rejected so coldly by your own kid. That shit stays with you.” Adam whined, turning his head to look at her. “You gonna come with me?”

“Of course, Sir. We don’t have any meetings tomorrow so we can go then.” She plants a small kiss on his temple. He groaned in response. Of course, he would want to see his son again, but doesn’t want to feel guilt tripped again. “Let’s get some rest.” 

Coming up to the entrance, the large sign reads ‘Heaven’s Forever Daycare’. Adam shoved his hands into his pockets, still regretting letting Lute convince him to do this. Lute brushed her hand over his arm in reassurance.

“Don’t worry, Sir. The important thing is you’re here. I’ll do the talking. Come on,” Lute lead the way into the building, with Adam cautiously following her inside. At the desk stood an angel whose name tag read ‘Elle - Nanny’, their clothes were covered in stickers, presumably from the children.

“Good morning, we are here to see Abel,” Lute said as she stepped up to the desk.

“Good morning, ma’am. Unfortunately, you will have to be a little more specific. We have about 30 ‘Abels’ here. Last name?” The nanny smiled politely at her.

Lute looked over to Adam who had his back turned to them, fiddling with the horns of his mask, and his feathers ruffled. She sighed and looked back at the worker, “There isn’t a last name. The first man, Adam’s son, that Abel.”

The angel looked past Lute, at Adam, giving him a look of concern. “Ah, I see…one moment.”

Lute stepped back to console the anxious Adam, “You should probably remove your mask, Sir. He might not be able to recognize you with it.”

Adam removed his mask with a sigh, “Fuck…yeah, yeah you’re right. Fuck, I already hate this.”

A voice cried out “DAD!” followed by running footsteps. They turn to see a small boy with soft brown hair and golden eyes, running at them with arms held wide. Abel stops short of the pair, startled by Lute. 

“Wait, who are you?” He tilted his head at her in confusion.

Lute knelt down to his eye level, “I’m Lute, your, uh-” she glances over at Adam, looking for an answer, only to be given a confused shrug. “Uh, I guess sort of like a stepmom? Sure, we’ll go with that.” She fumbled her way through that sentence.

 “Stepmom? That’s so cool!! I have a mom again! Wait, mom would be confusing ‘cause I used to have one of those…can I call you mama instead?” He says as he hugs her enthusiastically.  

Lute fights back the tears that threaten to fall that sting at the corner of her eyes. ‘ This kid is adorable ’ she thinks. “Uh, sure, buddy, Mama works.” She pat his head, looking over his features, “You look so much like your dad, it’s uncanny.”

Abel stepped toward Adam, looking up at him expectantly with his arms raised. Adam took a deep breath and picked his son up. “Hey kiddo, so…you still mad at me?” 

Abel shook his head, “No not anymore, Dad. I’ve learned a lot of things and one of those is forgiveness. People make mistakes, they’re just human after all. Sometimes all they need is a second chance, right?” 

Adam and Lute look at each other wide-eyed, sharing the same thought,  ‘ Oh shit, we are gonna be horrible parents to this kid. He’s too pure. ’ 

Abel wrapped his little arms around Adam’s neck and Adam put his hand on his kid’s back. “Thanks kiddo. Hey wanna go back with us? Or maybe just spend the day getting caught up and you can get to know your new mom?” 

Abel looked to the nanny as if asking if it were okay to go with them, to be given a nod in response. He sees his friends in the distance, them watching him with his dad. “Yeah but…I want to come back here. I can’t leave my friends, dad. They don’t have their moms or dads here with them. But sometimes one of their parents will come to get them, and then they don’t come back. We all miss them when they leave. We know they are with family again but we never see them again. It’s really sad.” 

Lute comes to stand beside them, “Okay buddy we can do that, if you want to stay here we can always come and visit if you’d like,”  Abel nods in agreement and pulls out his fist, and Lute returns the fist bump. The kid’s eyes lit up and a smile grew on his face. 

“Here, take this for a sec,” Adam says as he hands Abel to Lute so he could put his mask back on. Abel giggles as he's passed to Lute. “So where ya wanna go, squirt?”

No response. 

“Hey? Hello?” Adam made confused faces, waving his hand over the kid’s face to get his attention.

Lute chuckles, “He’s watching how your mask changes”  

“Ooh yeah that tracks, it’s pretty fuckin cool, huh?” Abel nods in amazement. “So now will ya tell me where you wanna go? The zoo? Ice cream shop? Anywhere, you name it.” 

“Oooh, ice cream! Ice cream!” He chanted.

Adam puts Abel on his back, “Aight, hold on tight kid. You ever flown before?”

The kid shook his head. “Nuh-uh, my wings are too small,” He pouted.

“Well, you’re gonna now, at least as a passenger anyway. Get ready for the coolest time you’ve ever fuckin’ had!” With the flap of mighty wings, they were off. 

Heading to the ice cream shop, Adam made a loop in the air, only for Abel to have slipped off half way around. “OH SHIT” Adam mid-panic, managed to grab him quickly, “Whoops, you fucking good, kiddo?”

Abel stared up at his father with wide eyes, clearly shaken. “Y-yeah. That was scary. Fun, but scary. Please don’t do that again.”

“Holy fuck. Trust me little man, that was not planned. Fuckin’ gave me a heart attack.”

Lute hovered close by, disappointingly reminding herself, ‘ Boys will be boys. Boys will be boys .”

Back at home, they ordered pizza and wings for dinner. Sitting at the kitchen table, Adam asks, “So bud, did you have fun today? Anything we forgot?”

“Yeah I did have lots of fun. But I do have a question. The adults won’t tell me, but you’re my dad so you would know, right?” Abel questions as he bites more of his pizza slice.

“Yeah! I know everything, hit me.” Adam boasted as he stuffed a wing in his mouth and pulled it back out clean.

“Where did mom and brother go? Why aren’t they here in Heaven with us?”

Silence. 

“Uh, well…Um…” Adam fumbled his hands around trying to form the way to word things. “Well, ya see…There are good people, and then there are not so good people. The not so good people go to a different place. So..” He shrugged, hoping to drop this topic.

Abel furrowed his brow and frowned. After a bit he asked, “Can we go visit them?” 

Lute put her hand on his shoulder, “Sorry buddy, we can’t do that.”

 “They’re probably not there anymore anyway,” Adam said under his breath not so quietly, which got met with a glare from Lute. 

“What does he mean, mama?” Abel looked at her with pleading eyes, hurt and confused.

Lute searched her mind for a way to answer without saying, ‘ We go down and purge the bad souls on a now bi annual schedule.’ That’s not a good idea.  “That place is full of violence, bad people killing just because they can. They could have fallen by any of those people. It’s not safe down there.” 

Adam realized her little lie and chimed in, “Yeah and there’s also this curse that clears out random souls who have been there for years and years. So that Hell doesn’t get too crowded. There’s a lot, and I mean a lot, of bad, horrible fuckin’ people who go to Hell every year.”

Lute gives him a look of disbelief as if to say, ‘ that was a little on the nose, don’t you think? ’ 

Abel is quiet for a while. “I guess that does make sense. Not everyone comes to Heaven…So there has to be a place for the others to go. But what if there’s some people in Hell who only made small mistakes or just one big mistake? Can’t they eventually be forgiven for them?” 

The pair look at each other with unease. They need to find a way to get off of this topic and fast. It was very uncomfortable. Kid is spouting facts but they go against their entire job and everything they believe in. The silence was becoming deafening, what could they say that would be convincing enough to change the topic?

“How ‘bout we watch a movie?” Adam clapped his hands together, “When the movie’s done we can bring you back to the playcare.”

“Okay! Any movie? Even if I’ve watched it before?” Abel was practically bouncing in his seat. Adam and Lute shared a quick sigh of relief.

“‘Course! So whatcha wanna put on?” Adam, pleased with himself for changing the topic. 

“All Dogs Go To Heaven! I’ve only seen it once, the caretakers didn’t want to put it on again for some reason. I really liked it though! Charlie was a bad doggy, but he sacrificed himself for a little girl and got a second chance to get into Heaven!”

 Lute and Adam shared the same agonizing thought. ‘ It’s gonna be a long night. ’

“Oh you know, Hell is mentioned in the movie but I never thought it was real. Just a movie thing, but now I know that it's not. Maybe that’s why they wouldn’t play it again…But I really enjoyed it!” Abel realized.

As the movie ends, Adam gets up to stretch. ‘ Yeah I can see why they didn’t wanna fucking play that movie again. Yeesh. Fuckin’ tear jerker ending though, damn. ’ Turning back to look at Lute who was picking up the leftovers from dinner, “What did you think, Babe?”

“It was…definitely something. That dog showed great loyalty, I respect it.” 

“Yeah! He became a better dog and got to go back to Heaven! Now do you think bad people can change?” Abel bounced with his little fists balled in excitement.

“Eh it’s just a movie, kiddo. It ain’t real. Anywho, you guys ready to go?”

“Mama, will you carry me this time? I don’t wanna fall again.”

“Come on, I said I was sorry!” 

“You actually didn’t, Sir,” Lute came over to join the two, turning the TV off. “We don’t have to fly there if you don’t want to, can always walk there.”

“Oh okay! Let’s go! I can’t wait to see my friends and tell them what we did today!”

“Sheesh, kid, how do you still have so much fuckin’ energy?” Adam watched as Abel bounced on his toes, just raring to go.

Coming back to the daycare and checking in again with Elle at the desk, Abel gives the pair hugs before he runs off to greet his friends who were waiting for him. “Bye Mama! Bye Dad! Come visit again!” Lute and Adam wave back as they watch his friends look questionably at them. They wave goodbye to the nanny at the desk before heading home.

“Why did your parents bring you back? Did they not want to keep you?” One of the kids asked worriedly.

“No, no! I wanted to come back to be with you guys! I’m lucky to still have my dad but I’d feel bad ditching you guys. I don’t want to just leave and never come back,” Abel says as he waves his hands at his friends. “It’s okay! They’re gonna come visit when they can, they’re really busy with important angel stuff. He’s like a higher up, he’s so cool, my dad’s the best!”

Adam collapsed face first onto the couch, “That was fucking rough.”

“You’re telling me,” Lute said as she grabs a drink for each of them from the fridge. Sett his drink on the coffee table, and nudged him to move over so she can sit on the couch as she took a sip of her drink. “Being called ‘mama’ sure is a super weird feeling. You feel better now that you’ve reunited with Abel?”

Adam raised his head and pat the cushion, wanting to use her lap as a pillow. “You know, yeah. Today was mostly fun. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen any of my kids, but he hasn’t changed a bit. Well, other than the whole thinking sinners can be redeemed shit. He’s too smart for his own good. Gets it from me, ya know.” 

“Uh huh, of course he does, Sir.” Lute said as she ran her fingers through his hair.

“Are you for real sassing me right now, bitch?”

“Me? Whaat nooo, I would never,” She said with a mischievous grin.

“You are so lucking I’m so fucking tired.”

“Oh yeah? What would you do if you weren’t?” She cocked her eyebrow at him.

“...”

“Nothing? Giving me the silent treatment now?” 

Still no reaction. Was he really so tired he fell asleep? 

“Hey, dick for brains. I’m gonna push you on the floor if you don’t answer me,”

“...”

“Sir?” She leaned over him to check if his eyes are closed. “Adam?” 

He lunged at her, frivolously peppering her face with kisses. “No! No more! Stop it!” Her retaliations fell on deaf ears. She laughed as she tried to push him off her but he’s holding her down as he continued to bully her with his affections. 

“Nope, not gonna happen, Babe. You’re gonna get all these fucking kisses and you are gonna like ‘em,” He dove in to aggressively kiss her, but instead plants a soft kiss on her lips. “Betcha thought I was gonna do it again, huh?” He snuggled into her chest, making himself comfy. 

“We’re not sleeping out here on the couch. Come on, let's get ready for bed.”

“Mmh…no. Comfy here,” He mumbled against her. 

She rolled her eyes, and pat his shoulder, “The bed is much comfier, just have to get there first.”

Adam whined as he reluctantly rolled himself off the couch. “Alriiight…fine let’s go.” The two once again head off down the hallway, going about their nightly routine, before laying down for the night.

It had been a few weeks since the last extermination. Lute was currently alone at their home. Emily had been coming over on occasion to check on her and make sure she was doing as well as she could be. Emily doesn’t agree with or like the exterminations and the practices of the exorcists, but she still cares for her people. Lute was adjusting to doing things without her left arm.

She debated on if she should tell Abel that Adam had been killed. Would that even be a good idea? Could she bring herself to do that? He may have been in Heaven for centuries now, but he’s still a child. How can you tell a child their parent is dead?

Lute made up her mind and when she had collected herself well enough to go out in public, she went to pick up Abel. Keeping it together enough to speak to Elle, the nanny from before, and ask for Abel. Soon after an excited Abel came running out, happy to see his parents again, to only see Lute standing alone.

“Mama! What happened to your arm?! Where’s dad?!” Abel came running to her and hugged her. Lute knelt down and covered them both with her wings, attempting to hide herself from the shame of her emotions. 

“Adam was…he was killed. He’s gone…” Her voice cracked as she held Abel tightly against her, tears stinging her eyes.

“What? No! How? How did that happen? Tell me you’re lying, Mama, angels don’t die!” His pleading and horrified expression only made Lute’s heart sink further into her stomach.

“I’m so sorry,” She choked as the tears rolled down her cheeks.

Abel sniffles and brushes his tears away, then wipes Lute’s tears. “I’m gonna come home with you, Mama. I can be strong. Strong for both of us.” He hugs her before taking a few steps back, “I gotta go tell my friends that I’m leaving, I’ll be right back!”

Lute stands and recollects herself, before stepping over to the registry desk. “Is there any paperwork or anything I have to sign to take him?”

Elle looked at her sorrowfully, “There is just this one ma’am,” as they pulled out the kid’s file from the desk drawer. “Just states that you’re a legal guardian so we know he went to the right parents. I’m sorry for your loss, ma’am.”

Lute took in a shallow breath, “Thank you.” 

Abel came running back, with his friends in tow. His friends hugged him goodbye as they said farewells. “I’m ready, Mama. I brought some of my favorite stuffies to give you. They’re to make you feel better, they made me feel better when I was upset.” Abel held up a stuffed baby penguin.

Lute’s face scrunched in a pout, trying to fight back tearing up again. ‘ How is this kid so fucking sweet? He’s just been told his dad is dead but he’s more concerned for me. ’ Abel stuffed the penguin into his backpack and held out his hand to take hers.

Four months had passed since bringing Abel home from the daycare. Lute and Abel lay on the floor in the collapsed remnants of what was once a pillow fort in the center of the living room. A knock at the door came unexpectedly. 

“It’s unlocked!” Lute announced from the floor.

“I can get it,” Abel scrambles to his feet and dashes for the door, opening it to find Emily looking disheveled.

“Woah, you okay? Where’s the fire?” Lute says as she rights herself and makes her way to Emily in the doorway.

Emily shook her head and pointed to her phone frantically, “I just talked to Charlie. It took me a while to sneak into Sera’s phone to get Lucifer’s number, but I needed to so that I could get Charlie’s number.” 

Lute looked at her like she was nuts, “Why did you come all the way here just to tell me you spoke to the Hell Princess?”

“I had to let Charlie know that her hotel really works!” 

“A hotel?” Abel looked between the two angels, perplexed.

Lute’s jaw dropped, “What? How is that even possible?” 

Emily shook her head again, “I’m not sure, but someone who was a resident there has arrived here! Sera told me to keep it a secret but I just couldn’t, I really needed to let Charlie know about this.”

Lute looked at her skeptically, “And you came to me because…?”

“Charlie told me that Adam has been staying at the hotel!” 

Lute felt her heart drop and an intense chill cover her body. ‘ Adam is alive? But how? I watched him die. I was there. He died. ’

Lute’s feathers ruffled as she grew agitated,  “Are you fucking with me? Is this some kind of sick joke?”  

“Will someone tell me what’s going on?!” Abel cried, not having any clue what they’re talking about. He turns to Emily, hoping for an answer. “Is my dad really alive? How? Why isn't he here?”

“I don’t know how, but Charlie and I agree that if a soul in Hell can be redeemed, then the opposite is also true. A soul in Heaven could be condemned to Hell.” Emily explained.

“Redeemed? Like, they were forgiven?” His face lit up when the angel nodded in agreement. “ I knew it! I knew it was possible! That’s awesome, right, Mama?” 

He looked over to see Lute still processing the information that was received. Her face was void of expression while she contemplated.

 “Mama?” Abel reached out to her, his touch snapping her out of her trance.

She looked at Emily with determination in her eyes, “…Will you take me to him?”

Emily tensed her hands into fists, “Um, yeah I think I can! I’m not too skilled at portals but I can give it my best shot!”

“I’m coming too!” Abel shared in the enthusiasm, but as Lute set her hand on his shoulder and knelt beside him, he knew she was going to tell him no.

“I’m sorry buddy, but Hell isn’t a safe place. There are still bad people down there. They don’t like people like us down there.”

“So what am I supposed to do? Stay here by myself?”

“I can get a hold of one of my...coworkers, and have her come stay with you. Or you could go visit your friends at the daycare while I’m away?”

“I’ll go see my friends...Are you going to come back for me?” Abel’s eyes didn’t leave the floor as he spoke.

“Of course I will. And if Adam is alive, I’m going to drag his sorry ass back up here,” She rose to meet Emily’s gaze. “I just need to see this for myself, until then I’m not believing a word of it. If this is some sort of trap, so help me…”

“It’s not, I promise! I’m just as shocked as you!” Emily put her hands up defensively. “At least…I don’t think it is, why would Charlie lie to me?” 

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[jujumin-translates]

Event | Ayakashi Summer Festival | Chapter 6

Izumi: The summer festival has finally begun. Fufu, the atmosphere combined with everyone’s outfits is incredible.

Hisoka: It’s not just us, the people from the shopping district are wearing ayakashi costumes and accessories too…

Omi: I saw a couple I usually see at the grocery store earlier and they were wearing ayakashi masks and looked happy while getting ready for the event.

Azuma: Your costumes are very fitting and cute on you, Haruto and Shift.

Shift: Hehe, thanks!

Haruto: Thanks.

Shift: By the way, is Omi-san the only one not wearing any makeup?

Haruto: It’s because of his role, isn’t it?

Omi: Yeah, it’s because I’m a tsuchigumo. Plus my character has a lot of human qualities in the play.

Shift: Makes sense!

Masumi: Seems like the festive is really popular because of the ayakashi theme.

Misumi: Kazu said that too~!

Guy: I’m sure we’ll get lots of visitors then.

Shopping District Chairman: Thank you, everyone, for your help with the preparation so far. Today’s finally the day for the summer festival.

Shopping District Chairman: Let’s make sure to do our best so there will be no injuries and everyone who comes will leave with a smile on their face. Do your best, everyone.

Izumi: Well then, Misumi-kun, Azuma-san, and Guy-san can start by patrolling around and Hisoka-san, Omi-kun, and Masumi-kun can help out at the stalls.

Izumi: I’ll go around the whole festival and help out wherever people need it.

Masumi: I want to help with you. I’m coming with you.

Izumi: I’ll come and check on you and the others when I’m free, Masumi-kun. For now, make sure you help with the stalls so that all the attendees can have fun.

Masumi: Got it. I’ll do my best.

Haruto: Ugh… Usui really never changes, huh…

Shift: Well, we’ve got a contest to get ready for, so we’re headin’ to the stage.

Haruto: You all better be ready to bring it.

Misumi: Kaaay!

Izumi: Good luck, guys!

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Azuma: Seems like no one is injured or unwell.

Guy: Yes, it does appear that way.

Misumi: Ah! Omi and the others are helping out at the chocolate-covered banana stall!

Masumi: Welcome. We’ve got ayakashi chocolate-covered bananas.

Hisoka: Would you like a sweet and cute ayakashi chocolate-covered banana?

Attendee A: Waah, cute! They’re decorated to look like youkai!

Attendee B: This one even has marshmallows on it! That’s so Inste-able~!

Attendee C: Mama! I wanna eat a chocolate-covered banana!

Omi: Here you go, two chocolate-covered bananas. Thank you for your patronage.

Azuma: Looks like they’re getting lots of business.

Guy: It’s started to get crowded. Perhaps we should help organize the line.

Misumi: Right! Anyone who’s getting a chocolate-covered banana, please line up over he~re.

Azuma: The line for the chocolate-covered bananas starts here.

Guy: We will inform you where to get into line.

Attendee D: I’ll take one ayakashi chocolate-covered banana, please!

Omi: Thank you so much! Here you are.

Azuma: Now the line has been rearranged and the walkway is easier to get through.

Guy: Yes, there should be no problems with things like this.

Misumi: This shop is really popular, so Masumi and the others are gonna have to work super hard~.

Azuma: They are. They look quite busy now, so we can talk to them later.

Guy: Yes. For now, let’s try and head over by the stage.

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Misumi: Waah, there’s a lotta people~!

Azuma: The contest is about to start and it seems to be getting people excited.

Madoka: Ah, Nii-san.

Misumi: Madoka~!

Madoka: Your costume is amazing.

Misumi: It’s a daidarabotchi costume. Yuki made it~!

Madoka: I see. It really fits you, Nii-san.

Misumi: Ehehe, I’m glad you think so~!

Guy: I thought your promise to meet up with Ikaruga was later, but you’re already at the stage.

Madoka: It was. But watching plays is also a good way to study for scriptwriting, so I decided to watch some of the plays.

Azuma: You’re quite studious, Madoka.

Misumi: I’ll give you a reward for being so hardworking, Madoka!

Madoka: Eh, a reward…?

Guy: I see, that’s a good idea.

Azuma: Fufu, I think so too.

Misumi: Ah, it’s almost time to go and help out at the stalls.

Misumi: Madoka, I’ll send you a LIME later, so come to the place I send you on LIME when you get hungry!

Madoka: ? O-Okay, got it.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Misumi: Hmhmhm~m ♪

Azuma: You seem to be having fun helping out, Misumi.

Misumi: Yeah, I am! And it makes me even more happy seeing other people go around the festival looking happy too~.

Azuma: I feel that way too. I hope Guy is having fun going around the festival on his break.

Madoka: There you are, Nii-san.

Misumi: Madoka! Welcome~.

Madoka: This is the stall you told me to come to on LIME and this is… A donut stall?

Madoka: A donut stall at a festival…

Azuma: Unusual, isn’t it?

Misumi: They’re decorated to look like ayakashi~. Here’s one for you, Madoka!

Madoka: Thank you, Nii-san. Umm… How much do I owe?

Misumi: It’s on me!

Madoka: Eh, are you sure?

Misumi: It’s okay, I wanna do this!

Madoka: But…

Azuma: I think Misumi would be happier if you let him spoil you, Madoka.

Misumi: Yeah, yeah!

Madoka: …I’ll take your word for it, then. Thank you, it looks good.

Misumi: Ehehe, you’re welcome!

Attendee A: Excuse me, I’d like three ayakashi donuts!

Misumi: Welcome, coming right up!

Madoka: Well then, I’ll go back to my seat by the stage…

Azuma: Ah, wait a moment.

Azuma: I thought you should know that this stall was actually Misumi’s idea.

Madoka: Eh, it was Nii-san’s idea…?

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[spicykaraage]

Wisteria Flowers Dancing in the Breeze - Story Translation

[Prologue]

Oishi: Okay, we should all be done with our shopping now.

Tezuka: No, Fuji’s not back yet.

Kikumaru: Oh, looks like he’s heading this way.

Fuji: You’re all back already. Sorry I’m late.

Inui: There was still time left. Don’t worry about it.

Kawamura: I saw you in the camera shop. You looked pretty busy in there…

Fuji: Yeah. The guy at the camera store was very knowledgeable about lenses and methods on taking photos.

Fuji: We were talking so much, I lost track of the time.

Tezuka: That sounds like you, Fuji.

Fuji: Even though photography’s my hobby, I still wanna improve in anyway I can.

Fuji: He told me the wisteria flowers are in full bloom right now, and he showed me all kinds of photos.

Tezuka: Right, we were also discussing that earlier.

Fuji: About the wisteria flowers…?

Tezuka: There’s been talk of these beautiful wisteria trellises at the shrine nearby. Apparently many people have been visiting there to view the flowers.

Kawamura: The shopping district’s gonna hold an event and have stalls set up there over the weekend.

Inui: It appears the shopping district is sponsoring the event. There’s posters of it all over the place.

Fuji: Wow…

Fuji: (Wisteria flowers… I’m curious now, especially after talking about flower photography earlier.)

Tezuka: We get half a day off this weekend.

Tezuka: I think we should check it out.

Fuji: Huh?

Inui: Oh, so you’ve taken interest, Tezuka…

Oishi: It’s a great idea, isn’t it? Now that we know about it, why don’t we all go?

Kikumaru: Yeah. Let’s eat some delicious food from one of stalls.

Inui: Choosing food over flowers as usual, Eiji.

Kikumaru: Food, flowers, either way is fine!

Kawamura: Let’s invite Echizen and the others when they get back.

Fuji: Right…

Tezuka: What is it, Fuji. You want to go, don’t you?

Fuji: Of course I wanna go… Don’t I?

Tezuka: “Don’t I?”

Fuji: Nevermind. Fufu… This’ll be fun.

[Episode 1]

Tezuka: …A few more people won’t make much of a difference.

Fuji: Okay then, I’ll invite Yuuta too.

Gakuto: You guys heading out somewhere?

Yuushi: Pretty late for that, isn’t it.

Fuji: Oh, no. We’re talking about the weekend.

Tezuka: All of us from Seigaku are going to see the wisteria flowers at the shrine.

Gakuto: Wisteria flowers at the shrine…? Sounds like a field trip if you ask me.

Yuushi: That sounds nice and sentimental.

Fuji: There’s gonna be an event with stalls and everything. Kinda like a cherry blossom festival.

Gakuto: Huh, that actually sounds fun.

Yuushi: Food over flowers…

Gakuto: Shut up.

Fuji: Fufu… We were saying the same thing about Eiji.

Gakuto: Wha…

Yuuta: Huh, Big Bro?

Fuji: Yuuta, perfect timing. Are you gonna be free this weekend?

Yuuta: Why, what’s going on…

Mizuki: Yuuta-kun has already made plans for the weekend.

Fuji: Oh, you’re here too.

Mizuki: How could you not see me when I am literally standing right here!?

Yuuta: Well, I already have plans to go the shopping district with Mizuki-san. There’s a shop I kinda want to check out.

Fuji: We were talking about going to the shopping district too. How about we go together?

Yuuta: Huh…

Mizuki: I don’t mind. Even though it’s not ideal, we may as well go together since we’ll run into each other anyway.

Fuji: You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.

Mizuki: Did you forget I’m the one who made plans with Yuuta-kun first!?

Yuuta: Haha… It’ll be nice hanging out with you that day, Tezuka-san.

Tezuka: Right, I look forward to it as well.

Gakuto: Hey, Yuushi. Why don’t we go too?

Yuushi: Sure. Let’s go tell Atobe and the others.

[Episode 2]

Tezuka: Everyone should be here by now…

Kawamura: Looks like there’s some people missing though.

Kabaji: Atobe-san received an urgent phone call… He says you can go on ahead.

Jirou: A phone call won’t take that long. I’ll get something to drink before Atobe gets here.

Choutarou: Ah, Jirou-san, where are you going?

Jirou: The vending machines!

Tezuka: …Right. Let’s wait a bit.

Choutarou: Um, Hyotei’s gonna be late anyway, so you can go on ahead…

Kawamura: It’s fine, we’re not in any rush so we can all go together.

Jirou: Kaba-chan!

Kabaji: ?

Tezuka: That was certainly quick.

Jirou: I have something for you!

Kabaji: This is…

Tezuka: A ten yen coin…?

Kawamura: That’s a giza coin, isn’t it. What a rare find.

Jirou: Whenever I get a ten yen coin, I always “C” what kind it is. I collect them for Kaba-chan.

Gakuto: You’re strangely dedicated, Jirou.

Jirou: Hehe, thanks.

Shishido: …Was that even a compliment?

Kabaji: …Jirou-senpai, thank you very much.

Jirou: Don’t mention it!

Atobe: What’s going on, you were all supposed to go on ahead.

Tezuka: You’re here.

Atobe: Yeah, sorry for the delay. Did these guys give you any trouble?

Tezuka: No. If anything, they’re pleasant to be around.

Atobe: ?

[Episode 3]

*click!*

Kikumaru: Fuji. What’re you taking photos of?

Fuji: The scenery.

Kikumaru: But I’m pretty sure we see it all the time~

Fuji: No matter how many photos I take, I’ll never get tired of it since they show different faces in different places.

Fuji: Oh, this is a great shot.

*click!*

Tezuka: …What.

Fuji: Were you just holding back a yawn?

Tezuka: I don’t know about that.

Ryoma: Fuji-senpai, show me that photo later.

Fuji: Fufu… I’ll think about it.

Tezuka: Fuji…

Oishi: Haha. I get why you’d yawn, though.

Oishi: This nice weather and beautiful scenery, it’s really relaxing.

Ryoma: Too relaxing, it’s making me sleepy.

Kikumaru: Heyy…

Ryoma: …Hm? Where’s that coming from…

Kikumaru: Over here. Look, slooowly… at my fingertips.

Oishi: It’s a ladybug. Where’d it come from?

Kikumaru: There’s a field of canola flowers over there. I was checking them out, and it suddenly flew in and landed on my finger.

*click!*

Kikumaru: Oh.

Ryoma: Oh, it flew off.

Fuji: Sorry, Eiji. I was trying not to startle it, but…

Kikumaru: It’s okay. Pretty sure it was about to fly off, anyway.

Kikumaru: But we’ll always be together in the photo, send me it later!

Fuji: Yeah, of course.

Tezuka: You’ve been taking a lot of photos today.

Fuji: That’s what I came to do. My plan is to take a lot of photos of the scenery, flowers and people.

Fuji: And I plan on taking a lot of photos of you too, Tezuka, so you better be ready.

Tezuka: …Go easy on me.

[Episode 4]

Kaidoh: Pss pss pss… Here, come on.

Momoshiro: …Hm?

Kaidoh: Come on, don’t be afraid.

Momoshiro: Kaidoh, who you talking to?

Kaidoh: …!

Cat: Meow…

Momoshiro: Oh, a cat. You’re fond of them, aren’t ya.

Kaidoh: Shut up. I just… happened to see it.

Momoshiro: Oh whatever, you were going out of your way to talk to it.

Kaidoh: Huh? And what’s wrong with that?

Momoshiro: Did I say there was anything wrong with it? You’re insecure, totally insecure!

Kaidoh: Quit yelling, you idiot! You’re gonna scare the cat!

Ryoma: The cat’s already gone.

Kaidoh: Oh…

Ryoma: You guys never learn, do you…

—

Jirou: …Mm. I heard a cat meow…

Atobe: Huhh? Already falling asleep, Jirou.

Jirou: Wanna nap with a cat… *snore*…

Atobe: …Figures. Kabaji, carry him.

Kabaji: Right.

Momoshiro: …Huh. Akutagawa-san’s fallen asleep?

Ryoma: Wow, that’s nice. Being able to sleep and still be on the move.

Atobe: What Echizen, do you wish to be carried as well?

Ryoma: No thanks.

Ryoma: But isn’t he heavy, Kabaji-san?

Kabaji: I’m used to it…

Atobe: Don’t underestimate Kabaji’s strength.

Ryoma: I wasn’t.

Momoshiro: But being able to carry a middle school boy so easily, I don’t even have half that kind of strength.

Kaidoh: If he does it all the time then he’s probably getting some good training in.

Momoshiro: Yeah, true…

Momoshiro: Hey Echizen, lemme carry you.

Ryoma: I just said I didn’t want to…

[Episode 5]

Tezuka: Quite the turnout. There’s more than I was expecting.

Fuji: Guess the wisteria trellises at the shrine are pretty popular.

Mizuki: There’s also wisteria flowers on display throughout the shopping district.

Yuuta: They’ve got some on the front of that store.

Yuuta: Hey, Big Bro. Look.

Fuji: Hm?

Yuuta: The front of that store would make a good photo, wouldn’t it? Especially with the wisteria flowers.

Fuji: You’re right. Okay, smile, Yuuta.

Yuuta: Huh?

*click!*

Fuji: Mm, you weren’t smiling, but it’s still a good expression.

Yuuta: Hey, why you taking photos of me?

Fuji: I’m taking photos of the wisteria flowers too.

Yuuta: Yeah, like I’ll believe that…

Fuji: Fufu…

Fuji: This place certainly is picturesque. Since we’re here, let’s take a group photo.

Tezuka: Wouldn’t it be better to take it at the shrine?

Fuji: That’s what I thought too, but I think it’ll be hard since it’s probably crowded over there.

Tezuka: True. Okay everyone, gather around.

Mizuki: Us as well?

Fuji: If you wanna join then you can?

Mizuki: Well when you put it that way, maybe I won’t…

Yuuta: Hey, now… Let’s make this a happy memory.

Tezuka: Everyone, be mindful of the people passing by.

Fuji: Okay, I’m taking it. Say “cheese”.

*click!*

—

Shishido: …Let’s grab some grub first.

Gakuto: I thought we were flower-viewing first?

Shishido: They’re selling cheese sandwiches over there. It’s rare to see that at a stall.

Gakuto: Oh, there’s a karaage stall too.

Fuji: I think I’m gonna swing by the camera store I visited the other day.

Yuuta: There’s somewhere else I wanna check out…

Mizuki: Let us make haste then, Yuuta-kun.

Tezuka: …It’s definitely hard trying to do things as a group with this many people.

Tezuka: In that case, let’s all go at our own discretion. We’ll all meet up again at the shrine’s precincts in two hours, around 5:00 p.m.

All: Okay!

[Episode 6]

Fuji: …Okay. What to do now…

Tezuka: Fuji.

Fuji: Tezuka. I thought you went to the bookstore.

Tezuka: The store had some kind of event going on, it wasn’t a very welcoming atmosphere.

Fuji: Yeah, it’s crowded over here too.

Tezuka: Didn’t you say you were going to the camera store.

Fuji: I already went. I also ended up talking to that guy at the store again…

—

Tezuka: …A photo contest sponsored by the shopping district?

Fuji: Yeah, I remember he asked me to join the last time I was there when he was showing me how to take photos.

Fuji: He seemed really eager when he brought it up, but I dunno…

Tezuka: Are there conditions to participate?

Fuji: Not that I know of. All you have to do is submit a photo you’ve taken at the shopping district before the deadline.

Fuji: But the judges are professional photographers. So they might be a tough crowd.

Tezuka: You’re unsure of yourself.

Fuji: Yeah… I mean I am glad he asked me to join.

Fuji: But my favorite photo may end up being a disappointment, you know.

Tezuka: But that would only be a technical evaluation, they don’t judge them based on sentimental value.

Fuji: …

Fuji: Yeah, you’re right. Guess I was stressing over it a little too much.

Fuji: Okay, I’m gonna join then.

Tezuka: Right. Is there a particular photo you’re going to submit?

Fuji: I have one in mind. But I’ve only got about an hour before the deadline, so I’m gonna take as many photos as I can until then.

Fuji: Would you like to join me, Tezuka?

Tezuka: Let’s go together.

Fuji: You’re amazing you know that, Tezuka.

Tezuka: …? How so?

Fuji: What you just said. Alright, let’s go get some photos of the wisteria trellises first.

[Episode 7]

Fuji: There’s a ton of people here to see the wisteria trellises as I expected.

Tezuka: It appears you won’t be able to take photos so easily…

Fuji: Huh? That sweets shop over there…

—

Yuuta: …Wow, this is so good…

Mizuki: There’s… an elegant sweetness to it, how delicious.

Fuji: Hey, so you’re here.

Yuuta: Oh, Big Bro and Tezuka-san.

Tezuka: So they put a sweets shop over here.

Mizuki: Nhm, it’s a famous locally owned Japanese confectionery that branches out over here only during this season.

Mizuki: Their black tea manjuu is a popular item. They knead the tea leaves into both the dough and red bean paste, it’s absolutely delicious.

Yuuta: Oh check it out, they’ve got a limited-edition wisteria manjuu. Look, the dough’s purple.

Fuji: Huh, never seen that before. Is this the place you wanted to go to, Yuuta?

Yuuta: Yeah. I was gonna go by myself at first, but then I’d feel awkward eating all these sweets, y’know?

Yuuta: So I invited Mizuki-san since I thought he’d be interested in the black tea manjuu.

Mizuki: Yes, the combination of Japanese sweets and tea go hand in hand.

Fuji: Hmm…

Fuji: Okay, then to commemorate today… Cheese.

*click!*

Mizuki: Wha…

Yuuta: Back at it again… At least give us a warning if you’re gonna take a photo.

Fuji: You’d tense up if I did told you. I wanted to get a natural look.

Mizuki: That photo you took…

Fuji: Yeah, I’ll share it with you later.

Mizuki: R-Right. Thank you for that.

Fuji: Don’t mention it.

Yuuta: Huh…? So you two are starting to get along…

Tezuka: Mizuki, a moment.

Mizuki: Yes?

Tezuka: The left side of your mouth has bean paste on it.

Mizuki: Huh…

Yuuta: Ah…

Mizuki: Fuji-kun, you knew, didn’t you!?

Fuji: Fufu…

Yuuta: *sigh*… Never mind…

[Episode 8]

Yuuta: …Photo contest?

Fuji: Yep. I decided to apply for it.

Mizuki: Fuji-kun, you’re not going to submit that photo you just took, are you?

Fuji: Who knows?

Mizuki: Hey…

Tezuka: He already decided which photo he’ll submit before we even got here.

Mizuki: …You could’ve told me that sooner. Honestly…

Jirou: Ah, there’s a sweets shop over there!

Kabaji: …It’s a branch.

Mizuki: Oh, Akutagawa-kun and Kabaji-kun.

Jirou: Huh, you guys are here now. Is it time already?

Fuji: No, there’s still time.

Yuuta: We were eating the sweets at that shop earlier. They’re really delicious.

Jirou: Really? Kaba-chan, what should we do.

Kabaji: We’ve already had yakisoba, and karaage, and a cheese sandwich and french fries…

Tezuka: You’ve eaten a lot.

Kabaji: We all shared our food and ate together.

Fuji: Wow. Everyone at Hyotei sharing their food would’ve been a great photo.

Jirou: Oh, that’s right. Hey there, Fuji.

Fuji & Yuuta: ?

Jirou: Oh right, gotta say which one. Big Fuji!

Jirou: Y’know that photo you took at the shopping district earlier? Send me it later.

Fuji: Yes, of course. I plan on sending it to all of you.

Fuji: Oh, and about that photo, I have a favor to ask you all.

Jirou: A favor?

Mizuki & Yuuta: …?

[Episode 9]

Hiyoshi: …Oh, a photo contest huh.

Yuushi: They’ll be announcing the results later.

Tezuka: All right. Looks like everyone’s here.

Fuji: Five o’clock on the dot.

Yuushi: I heard you guys were hanging around here for a while.

Fuji: Yeah. I was taking photos.

Hiyoshi: I heard you entered the contest.

Fuji: I did. I wasn’t able to get the OK from everyone beforehand, but—

Jirou: Hey guys, the results of the photo contest are being announced!

Yuushi: …Whoa Jirou, you’re really worked up.

Fuji: He really like the photo I submitted. So he must be curious on how it turned out.

Tezuka: Let’s get going.

—

Yuushi: …I don’t see them.

Kabaji: …Right.

Jirou: Huh~, but they were such good photos, I thought for sure they’d win!

Hiyoshi: The winner’s a photo of a cat.

Jirou: Ugh~. That’s a good photo too, I guess~

Tezuka: …That’s too bad.

Fuji: Yeah. But…

Fuji: Even with these results, it was a good memory. If there’s a next time, I’d love to win the prize.

Tezuka: Right.

Jirou: There it is!

Fuji: Huh?

Jirou: The participant section! Over here, I “C” us over here!

Yuushi: Oh, isn’t that the first group photo we took?

Fuji: Sorry for just submitting it. I couldn’t check with you all beforehand.

Jirou: You asked us for a favor though, didn’t you. To use this photo, right.

Hiyoshi: You don’t really need our permission, it’s your photo isn’t it.

Yuushi: Everyone’s got a nice smile.

Fuji: Don’t they. That’s why I wanted everyone to see it.

Jirou: This is the true winner in my opinion. Right, Kaba-chan.

Kabaji: Right.

Fuji: Fufu… I’m happy to hear that.

Fuji: I’m definitely glad I joined this contest.

Tezuka: …So it appears.

[Episode 10]

Tezuka: …The trellises at night?

Fuji: I heard they’re beautiful when they’re all lit up. I’d like to take photos of it to commemorate.

Fuji: The guy at the camera store recommended I take photos at night since there’ll be less people around.

Tezuka: Echizen and the others are already heading back. Let’s divide into two groups of who’s staying and who’s going.

Fuji: I’m fine staying by myself. I don’t want anyone staying if they don’t want to.

Tezuka: There are some of us who are interested in seeing the wisteria at night. I’m one of them.

Fuji: Tezuka…

Yuuta: Yeah, I’ll stay too. I heard the wisteria at night is awesome to see.

Mizuki: The clerk at the sweets shop mention it as well. They said it’s a whole different world at night.

Atobe: A whole different world, huh. Hearing you say that has piqued my interest…

Shishido: Sorry, but I’m heading out. Training over flowers.

Shishido: Wakashi and the others said they’re gonna jog on the way home, so I’m going with them.

Atobe: Then I’m going too. We’ll check out the wisteria at night some other time.

Atobe: Tezuka, I entrust them to you.

Tezuka: And I trust you with the ones leaving, Atobe.

Shishido: …Huh? Hey, where’d Jirou go?

Atobe: Probably asleep somewhere. As always.

Shishido: Christ, forget “food over flowers” it’s all about sleep for him…

—

Mizuki: …It’s nighttime now.

Yuuta: Kinda spooky since there’s not that many lights around the shrine…

Tezuka: Maybe it’s so the wisteria will look better at night.

Fuji: By the way, I’ve been thinking about this since we saw the wisteria in the afternoon…

Fuji: The flowers have a strong fragrance, don’t they?

Yuuta: I knew something smelled good as soon as we came to the shopping district.

Yuuta: I just wasn’t sure what it was at first.

Mizuki: They were all around the entire district, so of course that’s what we’ve been smelling.

Tezuka: The scent has gotten even stronger.

Fuji: There it is…!

[Episode 11]

Mizuki: This is…

Mizuki: Magnificent. It truly is a fantastical world…

Yuuta: Incredible… This doesn’t even feel real.

Mizuki: Nhm, the clerk did say it’s a different world at night, now I understand.

Fuji: …

Tezuka: You’re not going to take any?

Fuji: Huh?

Tezuka: Photos.

Fuji: Oh, I forgot… I just couldn’t stop looking.

Fuji: I think I’ll look some more before taking any photos. It’d be a shame to only look at this through a lens.

Tezuka: Right… It is good to calmly observe.

Jirou: Whoaa! Awesome!

Yuuta: Oh, I thought everyone from Hyotei left…

Jirou: I kinda got left behind. Hehe.

Mizuki: I don’t think that’s something to laugh over.

Mizuki: And you too?

Kabaji: No…

Kabaji: Atobe-san left me in charge of Jirou-senpai today.

Jirou: Kaba-chan, thanks for sticking with me.

Kabaji: Right.

Fuji: Tezuka—

Fuji: Oh…

Tezuka: …

Fuji: …

*click!*

Tezuka: …Fuji.

Fuji: Sorry, didn’t mean to disturb you.

Tezuka: No, it’s fine.

Fuji: I just couldn’t resist. Seeing you like—

Tezuka: …?

Fuji: Mmm, never mind.

Fuji: Fufu… Another memory for me.

Tezuka: Speaking of memories… Fuji.

[Episode 12]

Tezuka: Speaking of memories… Fuji.

Fuji: ?

Tezuka: There hasn’t been any good photos taken of you, Fuji.

Fuji: Yeah, since I’m the one with the camera.

Fuji: But Eiji and Momo took photos on their phones. They’ll send them to me later.

Jirou: Oh yeah! Now that you mention it, you weren’t in the group photo, Fuji.

Jirou: And you were stuck taking all the photos. It’s too bad we didn’t notice sooner…

Yuuta: Big Bro, you’re always the one taking the photos aren’t you.

Fuji: It’s fine. That’s how it is when you’re the one holding the camera.

Kabaji: …I’ll take one then.

Kabaji: Everyone please line up.

Jirou: Huh, but you should be in the photo too, Kaba-chan.

Mizuki: Then perhaps we can ask someone else to do it.

Mizuki: Our group isn’t that big, so there shouldn’t be an issue.

Tezuka: Right. We may as well take a photo with everyone present.

Fuji: You guys…

—

Fuji: …Thank you. Another memory added my collection.

Tezuka: There’s one more, actually.

Fuji: Huh…

Tezuka: You’ve taken plenty. Now allow me to take one.

Fuji: It’s fine. I was just doing it because I wanted to.

Tezuka: If you don’t wish to be photographed, then that’s fine.

Tezuka: Even though you went and took all those ones of me earlier.

Fuji: Payback?

Tezuka: Returning the favor.

Fuji: …It’s kind of embarrassing now that I’m the one being photographed.

Tezuka: Now you’ll understand how we felt.

Fuji: You were embarrassed too, Tezuka?

Tezuka: …Taking it.

*click!*

—

Mizuki: …Yuuta-kun, don’t forget the souvenirs.

Yuuta: Of course. Most of these sweets are for me, though…

Jirou: So sleepy…

Jirou: But I’ll be fine. Let’s walk home together!

Kabaji: Right.

Fuji: I hope we can all come back to visit again.

Tezuka: It’s the shopping district, you’re free to come here anytime you want.

Fuji: That’s not exactly what I meant…

Fuji: Well, it’s fine. We should do this again sometime.

Tezuka: …Yeah.

[Epilogue]

Yuuta: Oh, look! They just showed the shrine!

Jirou: Huh, really?

Kabaji: …I believe that was the shrine.

Mizuki: Maybe they’ll do a segment on it after this.

Tezuka: Looks lively in here.

Yuuta: Oh, Tezuka-san. They were showing those wisteria trellises we saw yesterday on the TV.

Tezuka: Oh…?

Mizuki: It’s a special program showcasing the beauty of the wisteria flowers.

Yuuta: They showed it earlier, so I think they’re gonna show it again.

Fuji: Oh, you’re all here.

Fuji: Perfect timing actually. I wanted to give you all these photos.

Yuuta: You already printed them out, Big Bro? Weren’t there a lot of them?

Fuji: Yeah, but I chose carefully. It’s good to see them when they’re still fresh in your memory.

Tezuka: You did well on these… It was a lot of work though, wasn’t it?

Fuji: Of course. But for me, it’s a fun process.

Jirou: Hey, check out this photo. You can “C” Mizuki has bean paste on his mouth.

Yuuta: Ah…

Mizuki: Hey, Fuji-kun! Didn’t you just say you chose carefully!?

Fuji: It’s a great photo, isn’t it.

Fuji: Tezuka, this photo is for you.

Tezuka: This is…

Fuji: Fufu… It’s a great shot, right?

Jirou: Huh, what photo?

Fuji: I caught Tezuka almost yawn—

Tezuka: Fuji.

Jirou: What, what? I wanna know!

Kabaji: Ah… On the TV…

Yuuta: Oh, there’s the shrine! They’re introducing it!

Mizuki: Those wisteria trellises have made a mark.

Fuji: Everyone’s distracted now.

Tezuka: Good grief…

Fuji: I really like that photo. I think it’s good to let your guard down sometimes, at least on your days off.

Tezuka: …Maybe so.

Tezuka: By the way, I didn’t see that photo I took.

Fuji: Yeah, it’s only me in that photo, but… did you want it?

Tezuka: I am the one who took it.

Fuji: Fufu… That’s a weird answer.

Fuji: Okay, I’ll give you it later.

[STORY END]

Nothing more heartwarming than… unsolicited photography… I guess…

[demonslayelover]

THE BOYS TABLE: CHAPTER 3

This is chapter 3 of The Boys Table!

The Heartsteel one shot is coming soon! I just thought I’d post this since I uploaded a new chapter to this book on Wattpad. It’s under the same name and my name is Partygirls45. I lose inspiration a lot so I don’t really update. Also I’ve been working on an actual story inspired by Jeff the Killer.

Hope you enjoyyy!!!

My eyes widen as I start pacing back and forth.

'How the hell did Michael know where I lived?'

'I never told him so how would he know?'

'Wait maybe Tyrone told him." I tell myself.

I quickly run to the house phone and call Tyrone's number.

"Hello?" He answers the phone.

"Did you, by any chance, perhaps, tell Michael where I live?" I ask hopefully.

"Ummm... no." Tyrone says.

"Really? Like it never slipped out during a conversation or anything?" I ask.

"No." Tyrone says.

"Is everything all right?" He asks clearly worried for me.

"Yeah. Yeah. Everything's fine I just need a minute." I say hanging the phone up.

"How the hell did he know where I lived?"

'I need answers but their is only one way I can think to get them.'

"Oh sweetie it's so nice that you wanted to come here to celebrate your sisters birthday!" My mom cheers as we pull into the parking lot of a Freddy Fazbear's place.

"Yeah super nice." I groan hopping out of the car.

'Find Michael, ask him how he knew where I lived and get the fuck out of here.' I tell myself repeatedly.

Once inside a rush of memories fill my head.

"I'm gonna go find us a table and some food you go have fun and play all those arcade games." My mom tells me kissing my cheek.

I nod my head and walk off to find Michael.

"I guess it's someone's birthday today."

I walked for a while until a little boy in a striped shirt runs up to me.

"Hello are you here for my party?" He asks me.

"What's your name?" I ask.

"Evan Afton." He says smiling.

"Yes I am here for your birthday." I says smiling.

He nods his head and leads me to a table full of gifts.

"Mikey! Mikey! Look another kid came for my party!!" Evan cries running towards Michael.

He turns around and locks eyes with me.

I smirk and wave at him.

"Whatever runt. Why don't you go play some more games while me and him 'talk'." Michael says.

'I did not like the way he said talk.'

Evan nods and runs off.

Michael frowns at me and drags me into a bathroom stall.

"Why are you here?" He asks pinning me to the wall of the stall.

"My mom wanted to celebrate my sisters birthday here. Just a coincidence it's on the same day as your brothers." I say.

He lets out a loud sigh and leans in to my face.

"What do you want from me?" He asks.

"For you to answer some questions." I say.

He nods his head as if telling me to continue.

"How did you know where I lived?" I ask.

His face goes blank for a few minutes before he looks at me dumbfounded.

My dad keeps a list of all the people who come here to eat so I just checked his list." He says.

"Oh. Was it really that simple?" I ask.

He nods his head.

"Damn really had me thinking you were some sort of yandere." I chuckled under my breath.

We just kinda stood there for minute contemplating who should make the first move.

He slightly leans in and my eyes close.

He was about to get closer but then....

"MICHAEL!!!!!! OWENNNNN!!!!!" Two voices interrupted our moment kicking down the bathroom door.

Me and Michael start panicking knowing that if they caught us we would be in so much trouble.

Somehow in the midst of our panic the door unlocked and Michael leaned on it pulling me down with him.

So there we were, two male teenagers, panting, I was straddling Michael's lap, hair disheveled, and clothes ruffled up.

"I KNEW IT!!!! You didn't wanna come here for your sister you just wanted to be here so you could sneak off and be with this Michael boy!!!!!!!" My mom shouts while grabbing me by my ear.

"And you I thought I told you no shenanigans on your brothers birthday!!" Mr. Afton yells at Michael.

"It's your sons birthday?" My mom asks.

"Yeah." Mr. Afton says.

"Todays my daughters birthday as well." My mom says.

"I guess we can stay for the birthday party but then we'll never be back here again." My mom says directing the last bit at me.

"Thanks mom." I say snatching my ear from out of her demon time grip.

The two adults then walk out leaving me and Michael in the bathroom.

"So, me and my friends are gonna play a prank on my brother wanna join?" Michael asks.

"No thanks though I will help myself to some of that pizza." I chuckle helping him up off the floor.

He then drags me out the bathroom and takes me to a table full of pizza.

"Eat up." He tells me before walking off to probably find his brother and friends.

A few moments later...

I had eaten a shit ton of pizza and was staring to get really bored so I set off to find my mom.

I walked around for some minutes when I walked passed a stage where everyone was.

I spotted my mom standing directly in front of the stage.

I walked over to her and was about to put my hand on her shoulder when I heard Michael's voice.

"You wanna give Freddy a big kiss don't you?" He asks as he and his friends pick his brother up.

"Mike put me down!!!" Evan cries.

"Not until you give Freddy a kiss." Michael laughs.

He then puts Evan in Freddy's mouth.

I then realize that this prank was going to far so I decided to step in.

I hop onto the stage and grab Evan by shoulders.

"Alright guys that was a real funny prank now let's get him out of there." I chuckle while pulling on Evan's shoulders.

I almost had his head out when...

Freddy's jaw clamped down on my arms and Evan's head.

[dream-meister-translations]

FLUTTERING FLOWERS ASAHI - VOICE COLLECTION

━

"The scars of war are slowly fading away. People can enjoy festivals without worry again. Peace is the most precious thing."

"The annual festival is here! Let's work together to make it a memorable event for all!"

"Why don't you take a rest here? I've prepared some cold sweets, let's split them in half."

"There's no doubt that this year's Hundred Flowers Festival will be even more lively than usual. I am a little worried about my performance though…"

"Listen to the sounds of festival music! Everyone is smiling and having fun together!"

"It's a waste of time to sleep. Even more so when you are near me. I want to enjoy the scenery all day!"

"Forget everything else right now. Just for this moment…Would you take my hand?"

"I have to work hard to make this festival a success."

"Dancing in the evening, lured in by the night breeze, it sounds wonderful. Let's go! The festival has just begun!"

"There are a lot of people here, so I'm gonna need you to stay as close to me as you can today."

"It was a pleasure touring with you. If I could do it again next year…No, it's too soon to tell."

"Tamayura seemed interested in the Hundred Flowers Festival. He asked me to tell him a story about it when I get back."

"Shiranui and I had a lively conversation about what kinds of floats and stalls would make people the most happy."

"During this time of year, requests for festivals increase and Mikage disappears as soon as he senses any sign of work."

"I got a gift from a guy in town. He said he was grateful to us for putting this festival together. Those words alone fill me with joy."

"I will do everything in my power as a member of Eternal Flower to not bring shame upon the guild. First and foremost: The Hundred Flowers Festival must be a success!"

"When Heath-dono and I first practiced together, I was speechless…"

"Heath-dono is a kind-hearted person. No matter how much I stumble over my lines."

"I was impressed by Heath-dono's willingness to learn all about our culture."

"Come to think of it, Heath-dono had a hard time handling chopsticks and brushes at first…I wonder if he has gotten used to it now?"

"Many people visit the Eternal Flower Guild, I am sure that every single one of them must remember Aoi-sama's existence."

"The other day, Aoi-sama took time out of his busy schedule to accompany me to the rehearsal for the play. I would like to thank him, but what would be the best way?"

"Aoi-sama asks me to speak in a more informal tone, but…As expected, I am afraid."

"Hmm, the sweet treats in that stall are the kind Aoi-sama likes. We should all share them!"

"I thought I'd gotten used to standing this close to you, but when I look into your eyes, my heart beats relentlessly."

"Ha, did I get something on my face? I ate a lot of food at all the stalls. I need to be careful to keep in shape."

"Let's go to your favorite stall. I want you to have a good time today, to thank you for all your hard work."

"I can't help but wish that the present time would last just a little longer… I feel like a child again."

"Shaved ice tastes better when it's so hot out……No, I think it's because I'm eating it with you."

"Do you want a taste of my shaved ice? Go ahead, try it. It's sweet just like fruit."

"I know it will melt if I eat it too slowly, but it's a pity to finish it."

"With my diet and training I don't get to eat this sort of thing often. I really want to savor it."

"I'm not sure why you're letting me choose what mask you wear. It's nerve-wracking, but it's a pleasure."

"Well, how about this mask? It's similar to mine, but the color is warmer just like you."

"Oh, I knew it would look good on you. It's very pretty…I think…"

"Now, I'm going to string on the mask, so please stay still."

"That was real close. If you aim a little higher on the target, I think you'll get the angle just right."

"I'm pretty good at these kinds of games. If there's any prizes you want, I'd be happy to help."

"You wanna know how I hit the target so accurately? It's…Hard to explain in words…"

"Here, I'll help you. Maybe you'll get a feel for what I'm talking about."

"I'm glad you have forgiven me, but on the other hand I still feel guilt in my heart…"

"I'm so sorry, I got carried away visiting stalls. Lean on me and take a rest."

"You want to go out together? And you got me a gift? This is the best day of my life."

"Your feelings have been well received. Both my hands are full, so I'll refrain from taking any more gifts."

"How did you know what I like? I'm a little embarrassed, but also flattered. I'll take it gratefully."

"I'm sure someone else will like it."

━

AOI : "I can count on you, Asahi. Your honest personality will surely open the hearts of the people." ASAHI : "I never thought I would recieve such kind words of appreciation from Aoi-sama! I'll remember them forever in my heart!"

━

ASAHI : "I've been wondering about it for a few minutes now, but why are you staring at my arm?" HEATH : "Tio told me that muscles can talk to each other, so I'm using you as a reference."

━

ASAHI : "Tio, why don't you take a little breather? Having fun is one of the best parts of a festival. We can do a ring toss or target practice or all sorts of things!" TIO : "All right! Let's prove our stunning muscles will get the best results!"

[robinismywifee]

Back to the Old House - Chapter 7:

September 9th, 2034

[ 4 days after last chapter]

Raines age: 16 years, 6 months

Ellies age: 15 years, 3 months

CW: trouble with eating

Words: 1796

Masterlist

Raines POV:

“So me and Tommy are gonna head out to Joels place for dinner tonight,”

Maria started, I already rolled my eyes. She saw and sighed, placing her fork down, which made a small clanking noise from her glass plate.

"Look, I know you and.."

I watched Marias face as she thought for an extra second if she should say her name.

"Ellie.." she said slowly, watching my expression to see if it was too far or not, I stayed silent, and she continued, "Are not on the best terms.. i'm

not quite sure why or what happened at all, and i'm not sure if i'm allowed to ask you, so I won't, but she clearly-"

"—Can you just get to the fucking point already?"

She pressed her lips together, and nodded. "Right.. well, you're more then welcome to come with me and Tommy. And we would both really appreciate it if you did.." Maria finished

"Look kid, I have a feeling you're gonna be stuck with us for awhile and Joel means alot to the both of us, hes our family, and we might not be family with you, but you're damn near it, and we think it'd be best if you got along with that household, we ain't gonna force you to come along or nothin, but.. we'd love for you to come, even if you don't speak a single word"

Tommy explained his thoughts. I picked at the remainder of my eggs, suddenly feeling sick to my stomach.

After a moment of awkward silence and glances, I spoke up, "I'm gonna head to Jesses before patrol. Thanks for the food" I got out of my chair, grabbing my bag off the floor, swinging it over my shoulders and left the front door, accidentally slamming it shut from my anger.

I took a deep breath when I existed, feeling the chilly summer morning breeze.

I had woken up almost 3 hours before patrol started and couldnt fall back asleep, so i've been ready for patrol for 2 hours now and I dont leave for another hour. I know I told Maria I was gonna go to Jesses but do I really want to? I mean, I know he would be up by now..

I decided to slowly walk to his house, stalling on knocking on his door. As I walked, I kept on thinking of her. Its like I couldn't even control it, my mind just always fell back to her.

I had gone through the first week of school already, I went the second day to actually learn but kept on going because I was enjoying the art class and Miss Collins' classes.

Everyday I tried my best to ignore Ellie, I also never replied to her paper she passed me, the reason being, I had no idea why. I also didn't know which thing she was referring to, but my guess was that it was about me being nice to her out of the blue and then immediately leaving.

I had no clue why. I just did. It was like my body moved faster then my brain. I don't know why I followed after her or why I gave her my food. I had no idea.

Before I knew it, I was standing infront of Jesses door. I knocked lightly on it.

A minute passed and I heard jogging footsteps, then I heard something fall from the inside and a small- "ow!"

and then, the door opened. "Oh! Hey Raine, oh shoot— is it time to go already?" he asked frantically

"No- no, we still have about 45 minutes, I just.. came early since I had nothing else to do.."

"Oh! that's sick! Miss me already, huh?" Jesse said sarcastically, before he left back inside for a minute, yelling goodbye to his mother, and came back outside, shutting his door, now with his backpack.

"I was just about to head to tipsy bison, wanna come with?"

"Uh, yeah sure, but i'm not gonna eat- I just had breakfast" I quickly explained, he looked at me, a look I couldn't tell what it meant, he then sighed and started walking.

"Well.. suit yourself then" he mumbled, I followed to his side.

Over this week, me and Jesse have gotten alot closer, since anytime I was out I was with him; patrol and school.

It was only a 5 minute walk and we were at the food bar.

People greeted Jesse as usual, but the sound of someone greeting me caught me off guard, until I saw it was Dina and I immediately greeted her back.

"Come sit! I just got here and was waiting for Jesse to show, it's nice to see you with him Raine"

"Oh, thanks Dina.." I hummed, sitting beside Dina with Jesse across

Jesse ordered his food and so did Dina—

"Are you sure you don't want anything? I mean, you never eat lunch at school and I never see you eat breakfast?"

"Oh.. it's nothing, I just prefer to eat at Marias" I shrugged, Dina nodded, believing it.

"Fuck.. it's so freezing this morning.." i hummed to myself, feeling the hairs on my arms lift, and before I knew it, hands were placing a warm fabric around my shoulders. I looked over to see Dina, know not wearing a jacket, and the wool jacket she wore wrapped around me, ontop of my cold leather jacket.

"Oh- Dina, you dont have to-"

"No! Trust me it's fine! Keep it for the day, I was actually starting to sweat" she smiled sweatly

"A- are you sure? I mean, if we run into infected or maybe even people, I could easily stain it.."

"Trust me, I don't care, as long as your comfortable!"

I went to protest again but before I could Jesse and Dinas breakfast was being placed on the table.

I washed my hands of the dirt scraped onto them, and splashed my face with cold water, rubbing my eyes tiredly, turning off the fossett and patting my face dry with a towel.

I looked into the mirror and sighed.

Todays patrol was tiring. We only ran into one clicker, but we also ran into the clicker by both of us falling through the floor of a building and spending an hour on trying to get out.

My legs hurt from how I fell and I gained multiple new cuts and bruises. I had just spent an hour patching myself up and washing my body from the blood and dirt. I had even changed out of my dirty clothes and wore freshly washed ones. All I wanted to do was fall into bed and let my body rest, but I still had to give Dina her jacket back.

I was actually very thankful Dina had lended me her thick wool jacket, because the morning chill had ended up staying the same throughout all patrol and it still was chilly. Even if it was still summer, it was on the cusk of fall, and the autumn weather was starting to show.

I tied on my shoes, and slipped on my jacket, and had Dinas jacket in my arm. I left the empty house— since Maria and Tommy were both still out— and began to walk to Dinas house.

Thankfully, I knew were Dina lived from when we'd walk home from school, and I would see her enter her house.

It was closer to my house then Jesses house was, so it should be a short walk.

As I walked, I made sure to keep a careful eye for her house, alot of the homes in Jackson looked the same and blended together.

I silently cheered to myself when I recognized her house. I walked up to the door and softly knocked, hoping she was home.

I could hear voices from inside but they were from afar and very muffled, I couldn't hear what they were saying or who was saying it, but it sounded like two people breifly aurging.

I knocked again, unsure if the people inside heard me. It was silent for a minute before I heard footsteps, and then a way too familiar voice—

"Why the fuck are you making us get up Jess-"

The door opened and the voice matched the face. She stood with her arms crossed with an annoyed expression on her face, but when her eyes met mine, her face softened and reddened. Her mouth was opened slightly, from how she stopped talking mid sentence.

I could tell that my face was red from the heat flash I suddenly got, I stared into her eyes, my lips slightly parted aswell, and my eyes widened. We both stared at eachother, in a trance.

She was the first to break the eye contact. She seemed to have processed who she was staring at, and immediately looked to the ground, "Uh.." she awkwardly said..

"I.." I started, but felt my voice start to shake, I gulped and looked to the ground, trying to think of what to say, but it was hard when my brain was thinking a million other thoughts all at once.

"Uhm.." She said, still looking down at her feet.

"Wh- Where.. Dina.." I couldn't even make out a complete sentance from how nervous I felt, it felt like I was getting punched in the stomach and kicked in the eye.

"O- oh- right.. uh.. i- ill.. get.... get her" Ellie stuttered, and turned around, the door still half opened, I watched as she faded into the halls.

Why is Ellie at Dinas house?

A minute later, Dina came out. Her face was a bit red and she seemed embarrassed, "Hey- i'm really sorry about that.. we both thought you were Jesse.. uh, what- what did you need?" Dina explained,

"J- just.. wanted to.." I still couldn't complete a sentance, my voice was shakey and my face was burning red. I lifted up Dinas jacket I had in my hand.

"Oh! Right! Yeah- I should have remembered.. thank you.." Dina said, taking it out of my hand.

"Uh- Hey, i'm really sorry I didn't mean to- I- uh- also sorry for not telling you that we're friends with her.. we just didn't want you to.. get nervous or anything.."

Friends? We? So Jesse is too? Is that what Cat meant when she said 'everyone was gonna be there'? Her, Ellie, and Dina? Thats Jesses friend group? And he never fucking told me?

I nodded to Dina. "Kay.. i'm.. i'm gonna go now.." I quickly turned around and sped walked home, not looking back.

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A/n:

this wasnt proof read, i didnt have time since i just got back to school so sorry if theres mistakes. please gimmie notes and comments and comment to be in taglist:

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@amloury

[your-averagewriter]

"The Maine are f*cking here!"

Summary: (y/n)'s band are going to a festival, but most importantly - The Maine are going to the same festival and (y/n) can't wait to meet them but she's not exactly prepared (John O'Callaghan x fem!reader).

Word count: 1.5K

Warnings: swearing, sexual jokes

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There's a one-day festival held in Britain each year, an alternative music one, obviously, called Slam Dunk and it's on in a few days and I can't wait. There are some really awesome bands there and it's so cool that it's so close to where I come from. The Offspring, Enter Shikari, Bowling For Soup, The Academy Is… who we're friends with and have toured with before and then a personal favourite: The Maine. In the lists of bands we ranked pretty high, we're on stage just after Yellowcard which is pretty cool because I've liked their music since I was a teenager.

I'm most excited though to see The Maine's performance and I'm hoping that they're going to the signing tent - fingers crossed.

I spend the next few days practising with my band (I'm the singer and I sometimes play the guitar as well), preparing for the show then the last day is spent travelling to the grounds as we were playing some concerts up North. So here I am sitting in our tour bus with my headphones on trying to ignore the bickering between Zack and Ben about the littering of clothes scattered around the bus. Rolling my eyes I swipe through Instagram looking at all the posts about the festival and the excited people, fans and bands alike. 

Finally, we get there, much to my relief. I push open the bus door and breathe in the fresh air after four hours of non-stop driving and bickering from the others. I drop down, feeling my boots hit the floor and I'm met with the view of a massive field filled with various different stages and stalls. We've parked somewhere more private like the other bands and I can see stagehands and managers rushing around along with some unfussed band members that I recognise. Rou Reynolds (Enter Shikari), the Yellowcard group and a couple of guys from Hawthorne Heights and then William Beckett whom I am good friends with so I decide to go meet him.

I jog over to him and sling my arm around his shoulders with a grin. This is what I love about this festival - the people you meet!

"Bilvy! Long time no see!" I say using my nickname for him. 

"(y/n)!" He says turning to look at me then he hugs me. "How are you?" He asks pulling back.

"I'm good, tired though after spending hours with that lot cooped up in the bus." I sigh remembering the torturous time.

"Same, I left the rest of the guys to grab some food so I could get a bit of a break."

"Smart," I say and take a mental note. "Have you had lunch yet?" He shakes his head.

"I only got here 20 minutes or so ago."

"Do you wanna grab something to eat? I'm sure there are some good food stalls here."

"Yeah, sounds good, I saw an intriguing food stall on the way here, wanna check it out?" I nod and we walk around the park until we make it to the stall. We grab some food and head to the benches with our drinks. We chat and catch up, you don't tend to have much free time when you're in a band to meet up with band friends 'cause every one is always touring. 

I watch as more bands turn up and everyone finds their own place to get lunch. Whilst we're having lunch Spencer from Underoath (who I'm also friends with) comes up to us and chats for a bit before reuniting with some others. 

But whilst I'm sitting on the bench with Bilvy I see John from The Maine grab some food from the same place we did with a couple of his bandmates. I hit Bill on the shoulder gently and lean in to whisper to him.

"The Maine are fucking here!" I say both extremely excited and terrified. "John is right over there!" I say and he looks over to see them.

"The guy you're literally in love with?"

"I'm not in love with him!"

"You should talk to him." He suggests biting a chip.

"I'm gonna watch their set tomorrow, I might try and say hi," I say excitedly. "You should come with?"

"I would but we’re on a bit after they are so I don't have time. Sorry to leave you hanging." He says and I assure him that it's okay before we finish off our meals and walk off to look around the park.

After a while, we all head in as it gets late and we have a big day tomorrow. I wake up quite early, not wanting to miss anything. I get changed and put on a basic black crop top and some denim shorts because it's really hot, especially for May! I sort out my hair and head out on my way to nowhere in particular. I wander around and meet up with various people, I even met some of the guys from Enter Shikari which is cool because they’re actually all really nice guys.

Lots of bands are out early setting up their merch stands before doors open and fans start flooding in. I see John again, setting up the merch stall for The Maine and I breathe deeply before gathering the confidence to go over to him and the stand.

"Hey." I clear my throat. "Can I buy a couple of things?" I ask slightly timidly and he turns around, a look of shock on his face.

"Y-yeah, of course." He says with a small smile. "Umm, what do you want?" He asks going behind the counter.

"Could I buy the butterfly hoodie and blue tie-dye top please?" I ask and he passed them over the counter. "Sorry, how much is that?" I ask him rattling through my wallet.

"Oh, you don't have to pay, it's fine."

"No, I want to pay, I like supporting my favourite bands." I say with a smile and pass him about £100.

"Oh okay." He says and takes the money, he tries to protest when he realises how much I gave him but I walk away, smiling all the way back to my bus.

Later on in the day, it's The Maine's set and obviously, I go. It's amazing, they play my favourites and their stage presence is great. The energy in the crowd is crazy for a band of their size.

I have to quickly scurry away though because my set isn't that long after theirs, about half an hour so I hurry to the right stage

Sneaking backstage, I pull on my new Maine tie-dye t-shirt for the show and prepare for the show. It was a good show, the crowd were entertained.

"Thank you, Slam Dunk, you've been great! For those of you who don't know us we're Midmorning Apocalypse and we can't wait to see you again next time!" I finish the show running off stage along with the rest of my band.

After a few minutes of pure cooling down I descend from the stage and start to walk around the site again on the hunt for some good food. I don't find any as I'm distracted by the signing tent I was so excited for. I check who's in the tent and John's name is on the list, I guess they had a few minutes to spare for the fans so I get in the queue. It's not too long because some big bands are on right now but it is by no means a short queue.

After like half an hour's wait I get to the front and I observe as a light pink haze falls on the tall man's cheeks.

"Hey," I say nervously as I walk forward towards the table.

"Hey again." He chuckles quietly.

"You guys put on a really good show," I say with a smile. "It was a great set."

"I was just about to say the same to you." He replies and we both laugh. "I'm honoured that you're a fan of ours."

"I should be saying that. Umm… I'm (y/n)." I say holding out my hand to him.

"I know, I'm John." He shakes my hand.

"I know," I mimic his response and then smile at him before removing my Maine t-shirt that I bought earlier the tie-dye one. "Sorry, I'm not stripping," I assure and laugh nervously. "I was, umm, wondering whether you could sign it for me?" I ask, timidly holding out the shirt. He takes it graciously.

"I wouldn't mind if you were but of course." He says with a smile before turning to the shirt and signing it in a permanent marker.

"Thank you so much!" I say grabbing the shirt back afterwards. 

"You're welcome." He says slightly dazed. "Hey, after the festival do you wanna come to get some drinks with me and the band, that's what we usually do after festivals to celebrate?" He asks, standing up.

"Yeah, is this an offer for me or for the band?"

"Both, you're all welcome." He says smiling.

"Well, then I'll see you after then." I leave with a small wave and my shirt in hand. After I’m a little while away from the stand I let out a sigh of relief and a massive smile stays sewn to my face. Fuck yeah.

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AN: I literally have no idea whether any of these singers are in demand but I like writing them anyways. If you have any musician requests then even if they're not on my master list just check if I will write for them (I probably will) then you can send them in.

I fucking love The Maine.

[tihgnari]

ꕤ 26. only for today

tw: none / wc: 1k

while counting down the seconds until ayato appears, you wonder if indulging ayaka like this was a good idea. after all, you were trying your hardest to limit interactions with him as much as possible but it seems the universe is on ayato's side.

"just accompany him around the booths. i promised him i'd do it but something came up with one of the stalls i was watching over."

"do i really have to? can't you guys just reschedule or something?”

"please? you're the only person i can trust to do it. and you're the first person he met from my friends! i'm sure he won't mind! plus, it's a good way for you guys to grow closer, you know!"

the flutter in your heart died down as soon as it appeared because you know ayaka meant "growing closer" as in a sister-brother sort of way, something she had told you the night after meeting ayato in his apartment. you'd do well to keep that in mind and not think that this is her giving you her blessing.

"oh, yn, didn't expect to see you here. where's ayaka?" you jump when you hear his voice. he chuckles, finding you amusing.

"something came up on ayaka's side of the campus, so she asked me for a favor to stand in as your guide until she's free. don't worry! it won't take long."

he nods slowly, hands digging into his pocket. "i don't mind your company. in fact, ayaka can take all the time she needs."

"oh but–"

ayato approaches you in long strides, catching you off guard as he wraps an arm around your shoulder and drags you into one of the booths.

"now! off we go! i swear i saw a stall selling takoyaki, let's go there first!"

maybe you can forget about the promise you made to ayaka–only for today.

—

first, he dragged you towards one of the shooting games after eating his takoyaki. he wanted to win you the biggest plushie and nearly had a fight with the student manning the booth.

"okay, my aim was perfect! the cans should've toppled over! this game is rigged!"

your eyes widen, immediately stepping in front of ayato and the student to salvage the situation.

"hey, don't–"

"yeah? well life is rigged, mr. kamisato."

"excuse me?!"

long story short, ayato did get what he wanted and ended up "winning" you that plushie.

you ask him about the extra amount of cash he slipped across the counter upon paying the fixed participation fee, together with a subtle "keep the change" under his breath.

but ayato merely tilts his head.

"hm? i can't possibly know what you mean."

due to the plushie being too heavy to carry while walking along the stalls, ayato offered to put it away in his car for the time being and you can't help the giddy smile on your face seeing him put the seatbelt around the plushie as he settled it on the passenger seat.

—

"i'm thirsty, should we buy ourselves some drinks?"

he feels parched after making that trek from the parking lot back to the campus grounds, so he pulled you into one of the café that a class of freshmen was doing.

"oh, it's our SC secretary!" the girl behind the counter exclaimed. eyes shining as she looks at you, completely ignoring ayato standing next to you. "omg, you're so pretty up close! i daresay the air around you almost feels regal! what would you like to have? it's on the house!"

ayato clears his throat. "right… how kind of you to treat us to some free drinks! i knew i made the right decision coming–"

"ah, no. only the secretary's drink is on the house. you're paying for your drink."

"WHAT?!"

you asked him if he wanted to walk around while sipping on your boba but ayato insisted on settling in one of the tables and taking advantage of the air conditioning in the room.

"what's the name of your drink again?" he asks.

"oh i think it's blueberry blues…? not sure."

"wanna taste each other's drinks?"

"uhm–"

"here taste mine! the flavor's name is happy honeydew! it's delicious!"

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the day felt amazing and you've never felt this happy in your entire life. you may or may not have neglected your duties in looking out for a few stalls that were assigned to you but you were ordered by ayaka herself to show her brother around! this was an order from the president herself, you can't possibly go against that.

plus, you've reached out to some students and said they were A-okay in their booths and that you had nothing to worry about.

watching the sunset on one of the rooftops felt like a nice way to end the day. worrying about ayaka was a distant thing in your mind.

"yn?" he calls out.

"yeah?"

"i like you."

you freeze. this shouldn't be happening. this day was amazing, yes, and you might have forgotten about ayaka and your promises but you swore you'll only forget it today, right now. ayato confessing to you was a thing you never thought would happen so soon. not that you'd ever wanted it to happen.

you almost want to smack yourself for what you're about to do, but it has to be done. both for your sake and ayato's.

"i like you and i want–"

"i like you too, ayato!" the shimmer in his eyes before you crush his heart to pieces will forever haunt your nightmares. "ayaka means so much to me, so i'm glad we're able to get along great as friends! i'm sure ayaka will be very happy!"

"no, i don't mean–"

your phone rings and you don't know whether to laugh or scoff at the contact name on your screen.

"hey, ayaka… we're here on the rooftop of narukami building… ah, you've sorted it out? i see… okay! so will you be coming?… oh really? dean hayashi wants to see me? okay! i'll be right over!"

after the call you shoot your hansome companion an apologetic smile. "sorry, duty calls–literally. i had fun today! i'm glad i got to spend time with you."

his smiling face against the setting sun was nothing short of immaculate. "yeah, me too. i hope we can do this again sometime… preferably outside campus?"

you force a laugh.

"of course! we can even invite ayaka and the rest of the council, or your friends! anyway, see you!"

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a kamisato ayato social media au

summary — it was only recently you found out kamisato ayaka was, in fact, not an only child after all! seeing ayato for the first time gave you the severest case of the butterflies but according to ayaka, he’s off limits, especially to you as her most treasured friend. well, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt, right?

notes — friendzone AWTS.

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[the-iceni-bitch]

Fighting All Night

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader

Words: 2k? Don’t really know, typed this up on mobile

Summary: Ransom officially introduces you to his frat boy friends.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, mentions of pegging), chauvinism, alcohol consumption, SMUT, 18+ ONLY!!!!

A/N: Finally over my writer’s block!!! Ransom will usually do that for me. Only thing was dumblr deleted my first draft of the smutty portion so this is a little later than I originally planned. Will post later with tags since I’m on mobile,

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Ransom watched you toss back a shot of vodka before balancing the drinks for the table on your forearms and heading back to the booth with a determined look on your face. You put on a strained smile as you approached, trying to put on a friendly face as you sat down beside him to listen to his friends drone on about some other rich boy pastime.

“C’mon Ran, we haven’t done a ski weekend in a while! We should go up to Ludlow, hit the slopes!”

“I dunno, Chaz.” He said around a grin, kicking you under the table as you snorted into your drink, again, at the frat boy moniker. “What d’you think, baby? You think you can get the weekend off?”

Dylan and Logan groaned softly and rolled their eyes into their drinks as they watched him grin at you. Who would’ve thought Ransom Drysdale would end up pussy whipped?

“I can maybe come up on Saturday, babe, but you don’t need to wait for me.” You said around your straw, giving him a wink.

“I have the weekend off, Dylan.” Lexi- you were pretty sure that was right- whined at her date, batting her eyelashes and sticking out her lower lip slightly.

“What? Fine, whatever. You guys wanna see some pics of the new boat?”

The poor girl let out a huff and stood up suddenly, pulling her skirt over her thighs as she pouted.

“I’m going to the bathroom. Jessica? Brittney?” The two other girls stood up to join her before Jessica cleared her throat and rolled her eyes towards you. “Oh, Y/N? You coming?”

“Oh, sure!” You said, a little surprised at being included.

“Really? A group bathroom break?” Ransom teased you as you stood up to join the other girls, bending over his to grab your bag.

“Well, if I have to listen to Dylan talk about his boat any more, I’m going to gouge out my own eyeballs.” You murmured at him before following after the girls at your own pace.

“That’s a tight piece of ass, Ran.” Logan teased as all four of them watched you walk away. “Her pussy game must be fucking amazing to have kept you snatched up for this long.”

Ransom felt the muscles in his jaw clench as they started in on him. He had almost forgot what assholes his friends were.

“Aww, lay off Logan. I’m sure our boy is keeping plenty of side pieces.” Chaz- fuck what a stupid name that was- said with a wink as he sipped his beer.

“Don’t really feel the need for side pieces anymore, boys.” Ransom said as he took a swig of scotch, anxious for you to get back. He was struggling to remember why he ever hung out with these idiots.

“Damn, she’s that good huh?” Dylan said with a snort as the other two cracked up. “You gonna share her with the group?”

“She’d eat you alive, asshole.” Ransom hissed at him.

“Oho, don’t tease! I bet that mouth feels amazing. You think she could take all four of us at once?”

Ransom’s grip on his glass turned painful as his knuckles whitened with restraint. The thought of any of these morons touching you was filling him with rage.

You were having your own issues navigating the territory in the bathroom.

“So Logan still hasn’t even cleared out a drawer for me in his place.” Jessica said as she closed the door to the stall, moving to wash her hands. “It’s been 4 months.”

“That’s so rough, honey.” Brittney said sympathetically as she reapplied her lipstick. “Has he at least gone down on you yet?”

You couldn’t stop yourself, you let out an incredulous laugh, causing the three of them to stare at you.

“Wait, seriously?” You asked, noting the serious looks on their faces. “You’ve been together for four months and he hasn’t eaten you out?”

“Oh, I know Ransom Drysdale’s bitch of the week is not feeling sorry for me. You mean to tell me that asshole eats pussy?” Jessica said with a snort.

You felt the right side of your face twitch with irritation. “First off, try bitch of three months. And that asshole calls it his fucking favorite meal.” You said with a roll of your eyes, still annoyed about his goddamn food puns.

“You’re such a liar!” Lexi said with a scandalized laugh.

“Think what you want, but if I had to go through four months of a relationship with any of these idiots without my pussy getting licked once, I’d get out so fast. Tell me he at least makes you cum.”

You turned back to Jessica to see her lower lip wobbling and cursed yourself in your head.

“Oh no, Jess!” Brittney cooed at the poor girl.

“Not even once?!” Lexi said, shocked.

“Maybe a few times, but mostly he just wants head or anal.” Jess said around a sob.

“Oh fuck, your giving him head and anal and he refuses to reciprocate?” You said as you handed her a paper towel to dab at her eyes. “You need to get out sweetie.”

“How do you reciprocate anal?” Britt asked with a confused look on her face.

“Pegging.” You said absentmindedly, your focus still on Jess.

“Wait, you’ve pegged Ransom?!?!” All three of them were giving you a look of awe now as you cursed your big mouth.

“Ummm...”

“I haven’t had a significant orgasm in 3 months, and the new bitch on the block is pegging arguably the biggest asshole of the bunch?” Jessica was almost shouting now, her resigned frustration turning to seething anger.

She stood up suddenly and moved to storm out of the bathroom, but not before you managed to slip in front of her and almost ran back to the booth.

“Hey babe!” Ransom greeted you with a relieved sigh before he had a chance to register your urgency.

“We need to leave.” You hissed at him as you pulled on your coat.

“Thank god.” He muttered, standing up after you and winding his scarf around his neck. “See ya, assholes.” He said to his idiot friends as he dragged his coat over his shoulders.

“Logan!” Jessica yelled as she wobbled back to the table. “You owe me an orgasm!”

“What did you do?” Ransom asked you with a grin as he watched all the blood drain from the moron’s face.

“I haven’t cum in almost four months you son of a bitch!” The other two girls were trying to shush her as she bent over the table to jab her finger into the frat boy’s chest and almost toppled over. “You haven’t eaten me out once, and then I find out that Ransom... Ransom! Apparently his favorite meal is pussy now, did you know that?”

You leaned back against Ransom as you felt his chest rumbling with laughter behind you. You screwed your eyes closed and silently willed the woman to stop talking.

“We can talk about this later baby.” Logan said, finally gaining some semblance of composure as he stood up to try to wrangle his drunk date.

“Don’t you call me baby, ass wipe.” She hissed at him before pointing at you and Ransom. “He lets her fuck him in the ass, and you won’t even eat my pussy, you dick!”

“What?!?!” It seemed like every eye is the bar turned to you two as you let out a moan and buried your face in Ransom’s chest. “What the fuck did this bitch tell you?”

“Watch it, Logan.” Ransom growled as you whipped around, giving the idiot a venomous glare.

“Oh, fuck off Ran!” Logan yelled as he still struggled to wrangle Jessica. “That pussy must be fucking magic, cause I can’t think of any other reason you’d put up with this cunt.”

You grabbed your drink and threw it in his face at the same time Ran stepped forward and punched him in the mouth, dropping him like a stone.

“What the fuck?” Chaz hissed, standing up so fast he almost knocked the table over.

“You and your bitch better get out of here, Drysdale!” Dylan warned as he moved between you and the slug of a man who was rolling on the floor.

Ransom had to hold you back as he moved to the bar and slapped down cash to pay for your drinks. He shoved you out the door before turning back to his dumbass companions.

“That’s right, assholes. I let her fuck me up the ass and it was fucking amazing! Maybe spend less time on your damn boats and give your poor girlfriends some orgasms, you dicks!”

You were laughing breathlessly as he joined you outside, your breath fogging the air.

“I can’t believe you punched him, baby.” You said as he wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his forehead against yours, slowly pushing you back against the wall.

“I’m the only one who gets to call you a cunt, sweetheart.” He growled against your lips, making you laugh. “And only on special occasions.”

He hooked his hand under your knee and lifted it to wrap around his hips, burying his face in your neck. You moaned in his ear as he started to grind against you, the growing bulge in his jeans rubbing against your clit.

“Fuck, baby.” You moaned as he slipped a hand between the two of you, teasing his fingers through your slick folds, his mouth moving down the line of your jaw to your neck.

“Don’t you ever wear underwear?” He teased as his teeth ran over your throat, his hands fumbling with the fly of his jeans.

“Do you really want me to... fuck!” You wrapped your fingers in his hair painfully as he speared into you easily, sheathing himself to the hilt in one quick motion.

“Guess I can’t really complain about easy access to this pussy.” He teased against your shoulder as he started moving his hips at a languid pace, grinding against you each time his hips met yours. “Remind me whose pussy this is baby?”

“Fuck off, Hugh.” You purred into his ear before sucking his lobe between your lips. Your whine devolved into a yelp when he ripped open your blouse and bent his head to roll your nipple between his teeth through the lace of your bra.

“She sure seems to know who she belongs to. Squeezing me so good.” He drew himself out halfway, dragging his dick against your g-spot before slamming into you again and making you whimper as the tip of his cock nudged against your cervix. “If you say it, I’ll fuck you like you deserve.” He emphasized his request by grinding against your clit.

“Shit, it’s yours.” You murmured, your fingers digging into the back of his neck as he started fucking into you harshly. It only took a few thrusts before you were falling apart, your pussy fluttering around him as you let out a sob and your release seeped out around his cock.

“Oh, what a good girl.” He muttered against your chest as his hands kept you from collapsing, hooking under your knees to wrap them around his hips.

“Shut up and fuck me.” You hissed as he moved one hand from your hips to press your chest to his face, laving his tongue over your nipple and making you keen.

His hips set a punishing pace, driving into you violently and dragging his cock over your g-spot with each drive. You leaned your head back against the brick wall and screwed your eyes shut as you felt the coil in your abdomen tightening again.

He retracted his lips and rolled your sensitive bud between his teeth and you lost it. Your fingers dug painfully into his shoulders as you swallowed a shriek, your cunt clamping down on him as your torso rolled against his.

“God, you feel so fucking good.” Ransom muttered against your skin as his mouth moved up the column of your neck. “I’m gonna give you one more, the I’m gonna fill you up.”

“Mmm, give it to me.” You murmured as he moved his hands to wrap around your waist and leaned back to give himself more leverage.

“Yeah, you want my cum pretty girl?” He asked around a grin as he watched your face contort in bliss, your hands gripping his hair painfully as he did his best to draw another one out of you.

“Shit, yes. I’m so fucking close.” You whined as his hips slapped against yours. He moved one hand between the two of you and started to strum at your clit.

“Fuck, say my name.” He growled before pressing his thumb into you one more time, his cock twitching inside you as his own end loomed.

You screamed it as your body went rigid for a beat before spasming uncontrollably around him, your release flowing out of you and soaking the front of his jeans. He was right behind you, his breath coming out in a hiss as his spend coated your slick walls, warming you from the inside.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N.” He muttered as you started to untangle yourself from him, straightening your wobbly legs. “I knew bringing you here was a good idea.”

You beamed at him as you tugged your skirt down over your hips, squeezing your thighs together to keep his cum from leaking down the inside of your legs.

“Are you really gonna make me spend a whole weekend with those assholes?” You teased as you watched him tuck himself back into his jeans.

“Aww, c’mon baby.” He said, burying his face in your hair and wrapping an arm around your waist as he guided you back to the beemer. “I’ll let you bring the strap on.”

[sunshine-overload]

[BSTS] Taiga Summer 2022 4* Card Story

taiga is all of us :’)

chapter 1 -festival stall area-

taiga: Soz for making you hang out with someone like me, I’m not exactly used to this sorta thing so let me know if you’re bored.

saki: That’s not the case, I’m having fun.

taiga: Normally I wouldn’t set foot near such an extroverted event like this, but being with you right now should give me plenty of luck.

saki: Luck, you say?

taiga: Yep yep, whenever I pull a gacha with you beside me somehow I’m able to pull SSR’s easily. And there’s currently a limited time event gacha going on, so. Oh great goddess of good fortune! Please bless me once more!

saki: Huh? But um, I can’t exactly do anything…?

taiga: All you need to do is stay nearby, think of it like jinxing me in a good way.

saki: O-ok.

taiga: I feel like my luck will accumulate more if you’re enjoying yourself, so let me know if there’s anything you wanna do.

saki: Umm, then, why don’t we get something to eat for the time being?

taiga: Alrighty, let’s go.

-time pass-

taiga: Man~ You pick up a bite to eat here and there and you’re full before you know it.

saki: Right? I’ve eaten plenty.

taiga: I feel like my luck stat has risen, maybe I should try a pull. But if I get a dud pull now all the gems I’ve saved up might just end up going down the drain… I want one more good luck charm… 

That’s it! Let’s do that, water balloon fishing! I’ll play, feel free to just watch me Saki-san.

saki: Sure, is water balloon fishing your specialty Taiga-san?

taiga: Uh, no, not really, I’ve never done it before. I have a secret weapon though, you’ll see in a moment.

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chapter 2 -stall area-

taiga: Ahh, I get it now, so you aim for there.

saki: Are you not going to give it a try Taiga-san?

taiga: In a moment, I’m just watching a catching strategy video for some image training of how to play.

saki: Is this what you meant by ‘secret weapon’…?

taiga: The wisdom of our ancestors on the internet increases infinitely day by day… Alright, I’m ready! Here I go! What I’m aiming for is that rainbow coloured one and the golden one.

saki: Good luck!

taiga: Just leave it to me, I’ve got this in the bag. …Now!

-cg, taiga with the water balloons 

taiga: Heck yeah!

saki: Amazing, you managed to get the exact ones you were aiming for.

taiga: Heh heh heh, the trick is knowing where to aim and how to hold the string. Mhm, these two really are the ideal colours, there’s no doubt my luck’s gone up.

saki: Are they your favourite colours?

taiga: Not quite, these are the colours the screen flashes when you get an SSR in the game. With this it’s basically decided that I’ll get a god pull.

saki: I see…?

taiga: Alright, the time has come! The limited SSR will definitely come home! 3, 2, 1…

(he pulls his gacha)

taiga: Ngh…!

saki: What happened?

taiga: Guh… it was a dud… Was my luck stat still lacking?

saki: Um, I don’t really understand but, that’s a shame.

taiga: No, this ain’t over yet. I still have some gems saved up. Could you hang out with me a little longer? I’m sure that if I just stock up on a bit more luck I’ll surely get that card! Where would you like to go next Saki-san? I’ll do the rest of my pulls wherever it is you wanna be!

—end

*water balloon fishing - literally ‘yo-yo fishing’, a common japanese festival game where you have to fish water balloons out of a small pool of water, google for a better idea of what it looks like w

[devastatedloyallute]

Chapter 1 of Bigger Than The Whole Sky -GuitarSpear Fic

Story Summary: Lute never intended on being a mother, especially not a single one. But when Adam perishes in the failed Extermination Day, Lute must navigate through her grief of losing her partner and raising his son, Abel, alone. Everything is not as always as it seems, however, as the ones we love have a way of coming back to us in the end. Read here on AO3 💕

Lute and Adam lay on the couch watching some movie he had put on, some cheesy rom-com or something. It had been a week or so after that pretentious meeting with the Hell Princess. It was one of their casual nights in: a movie, snacks, PJs on, masks off, prime cuddling time. One of Adam’s arms was being used as a pillow for his head, the other around Lute’s waist as she lay in front of him. 

Lute, having lost interest in the movie a while ago, was off in her own thoughts. ‘ What makes me so different? Why did Adam choose me? Romantically speaking, that is. He could have anyone he wants…So why ?’

“Sir, why did you choose me?” She asked, tilting her head back to look up to him.

“Huh?” He looked down at her puzzled, “Whadda mean?”

“What makes me different from your ex-wives?”

“What brought this on, Babe? You suddenly jealous or somethin’? That isn’t fuckin’ like you,” he grinned and poked her belly.

“Of course not! I was just curious, is all. You could have anyone, but here I am,” she said, playfully swatting his hand from her stomach.

“Well, ya know, I’ve told you both of them betrayed and left me. And you haven’t done that, and we’ve been hooked up for what, decades now? Longer? Who the fuck knows, but I know, that you’re the best damn thing I’ve got. And you’ve gotta be real fucking stupid to think I’d let you go,” he said as he squeezed her and nuzzled her cheek. “This movie is kinda dragging on, ready for bed?”

Lute nodded as they got up to stretch and they headed off down the hallway toward their room. They stopped at the bathroom to take a piss and brush their teeth.

Spitting out her toothpaste, Lute asked, “So, you gonna continue to tell me what makes me so different? Go on, tell me how special I am~” She didn’t need the reassurance, she was just teasing at this point, stalling bedtime.

“Fine, if you’re gonna be so adamant about it, let’s make it a story time. At my expense. You really wanna hear my sob story?” He replied with sarcasm. Lute stared up at him with puppy eyes and a pleading smile on her face. Adam rolled his eyes and ruffled her hair, “Come on then.”

The two get settled into bed, lying facing each other. Lute was still looking at him waiting. Adam gave a defeated sigh as he knew she wasn’t going to drop this topic until she got whatever answer she was looking for. 

“Alright, so here we go, in order. Lilith went and cheated on me with Lucifer, then Lucifer convinced Eve to eat the one fucking thing we were told not to eat, got us both in deep shit, she started to get distant with me, then officially left me when one of our twins killed the other. The end, goodnight,” he sped out in one breath.

Lute was dumbfounded, “That… gave me more questions than answers. I’m sorry, what the fuck?” She rubbed her forehead, trying to process all of that. “I was aware of the Lucifer shit, but what was that about your kid killing your other kid?!”

“Yup, and Eve tried to tell me it was all my fault and that I should have known better, yadda yadda- whatever. I wasn’t the one who ate that stupid fucking apple and gained knowledge and shit. She did, and all the kids were born with that shit too. Not fucking me!”

“Wait, so what happened? Was she just super naive before the whole apple incident?”

“Yeah, she was the complete opposite of Lilith. She was real sweet, but emotionally too soft. The main problem with Lilith was she was defiant as shit. Eve, on the other hand, was entirely compliant. Was awesome at first, but she wouldn’t stand up for herself. She was such a sensitive baby. She took everything I said to heart, even when I was joking. Worst part was that she wouldn’t ever tell me if her feelings got hurt, but I could tell by the look in her eyes. I had felt horrible, but you know, it was my way of messing around. But I became afraid to say anything to her, in fear of hurting her. She was literally made for me, and I pushed her away. Big reason I was set on the whole ‘not going to fall in love again’ thing,” his tone was full of melancholy.

“But even after her fucking up our eternal paradise, we still stayed together. There was nobody else. She changed after eating that fucking apple. She became cold and distant. We did what we had to to survive, no longer in Eden where there were no dangers. ‘Course we fucked ‘cause you know, boredom. It was vanilla as fuck though, nothing like us,” he smirked at Lute with a wink. She responded with an eye roll and a smirk of her own.

“Then the twins were born, Cain and Abel. I loved those little shits. We had other kids too but they’re not important to this story,” he said as he waved his hand up.

Lute nodded, and then realized just how old Adam’s soul really is. ‘ Holy fuck, he’s ancient. And a dilf. Wow. Anyway. ’

“Anyway, as soon as they started walking on their own there was no fuckin’ stopping them. They were off playing their make believe games. I managed to at least keep them within ear shot if anything happened, but we had secured our home base pretty well. Not as safe as Eden, but as close as we could get. Eve was always off doing her own thing, and didn't want to be anywhere around me. At sunset I’d shout for the boys to come back and they’d tell me all about their adventures.”

“Did you ever join them?” Lute asked.

“Of fuckin’ ‘course I did! Good way to keep an eye on ‘em and have fun and form bonds with them,” he chuckled. “The boys were around eight years old when it happened. Cain told me he had ‘pretend’ killed his brother during their game. I guess I should have known something was up when he came back alone.”

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[the-butterfly-blues]

The Company’s Reaction to a Chaotically Invincible Reader

A/n: The ‘Deadpool’ kind of invincible just for cracks and giggles cause why not. Just in that silly goofy mood. Let me know if you’d like a part two!

Gandalf is the one to introduce you to The Company of Thorin Oakenshield.

“This is [Name], they’re rather… peculiar.”

Not even him or Galadriel know how you’re still alive, but having you on this quest sounds like a great idea to him, and he knows that you’ll join no matter how dangerous it is.

The Company is hesitant at first about allowing someone from the Race of Men to join their group, especially one so young, but Gandalf always gets what he wants and he wants you to join them. (Race of Men can live to be 100 years or more)

Though, they were hesitant, they couldn’t deny that they enjoyed your chaotic nature. It spices up their travels when it gets boring.

The first time they witness your invincibility is before the incident with the trolls. You’re sent to look for wood with Fili and Kili, in which is obviously not a good idea as you all goof around. That’s when you trip over a log and break your ankle. Awesome, I know.

“Ah, fuck!”

The dwarves princes, though they started out laughing, quickly worry as you curse and grip onto your ankle. Yeah, you heal quickly, but that doesn’t mean it hurts less. Not knowing what to do, they pick you up and carry you back to the group.

“Maybe I should break shit more just to get carried. This is fun!”

Ignoring you for the time being, they set you down next to Óin who takes a look at it, though it’s nearly healed.

“You’re all over exaggerating a sprain, nothing more. Just keep your weight off of it for a few hours and you’ll be good.”

“What?! But it was totally broken, like facing the other way!”

“Impossible. It’s sprained, that’s all.”

“Nah, Kee’s right! It definitely was the other way! Hurt like a bitch there for a second, but I’m all good now!”

You hop up, easily placing pressure on your previously broken ankle. This is when Gandalf explains your situation, confusing the dwarves but they’re also in awe.

They now worry about you less and ask what they can about it, but there’s not much you can really explain to them.

“[Name], don’t eat that.”

“[Name], get down from there.”

“[Name], stop it.”

These are things constantly said by Thorin, Bilbo, Dwalin, and Balin throughout the adventure, even after they figure out your weird power.

It isn’t stated aloud, but both Thorin and Bilbo have easily taken the roles as your guardians considering you respect them the most out of the group. You respect all of them, but those two are on a different level, almost like parental figures.

They make sure you don’t get into things that you shouldn’t be getting into, though a little less than half the time, you still do it which causes you to get an earful from both of them after your injuries heal.

Now, the troll incident is one of the less comical ones because Bilbo is threatened, so you can’t really do anything about it, but you do stall them.

“Hey! Hey! Mister Troll!”

Moving to stand up in your sack, you hop closer to the three only to be picked up and dangled in the air as the dwarves all yell at him to put you down.

“What do you want?”

“I wanna know how you’re gonna cook us! Maybe I can give a few tips. My mother was the best cook in Bree before she moved to Lake-town!”

“Oh, really?”

This leads on to a fifteen minute discussion about cooking dwarves, nearly traumatizing all of them as you happily talk about which spice would go best with which dwarf before Gandalf finally comes along and turns the trolls to stone.

Having still been dangling from the trolls grasp, you wriggle about to get loose, but to no luck.

“A little help, please?”

“No. You stay there until we gather our things.”

Basically in timeout for talking about cooking dwarves, a burgla-hobbit, and yourself, you pout and hang there until they’re ready.

[junko-and-riri-domain]

₊·˚♤˚· inconvenient | lhs ˚₊·˚♤˚·

↬ part of: 500 followers event <33 ↬ pairing: lee heeseung x reader ↬ genre: fluff | slight angst (happy ending dw) | idol!au  ↬ warnings: slight angst in that reader feels as if hee doesn’t have enough time for them bc of hee’s busy schedule and heeseung calls reader’s efforts inconvenient w/o realizing the weight of his words :( ↬ w/c: 1.4k ↬ requested by: anon, no specific name

As your eyes settled on the screen of your phone, reading Heeseung’s text message, you couldn’t help but scoff at it. You looked out the window of the cafe you were supposed to meet your boyfriend for your lunch date but he sent a text, canceling for what felt like the hundredth time this month. You could feel him slipping away from you with the other half of the bed empty almost every night, your dates constantly canceled, and your texts going unread. You decided not to respond to Heeseung, after all, what was the point? As you finished the remainder of your drink, you decided that you were going to enjoy the day to yourself regardless of whether or not Heeseung was going to be with you.

And that’s exactly what you did.

You explored the city and took your own pictures, found a new favorite trail to walk on, and bought yourself a new bag. Despite all the texts and calls from Heeseung, you ignored them all to give him a little taste of his own medicine. When you got home, you were more surprised than anything to see Heeseung waiting for you.

“Where the hell have you been?” he asked. You looked at him, noticing how his eyes narrowed in on you and his arms crossed over his chest which caused his biceps to bulge out.

“Oh, so you care about me?”

“Of course I care, why wouldn’t I?”

“Well you canceled for the hundredth time today, I decided to have fun by myself.” His eyes cast to the floor, unable to look at you. You heard him let out a sigh as he muttered,

“I’m sorry.” You knew that when Heeseung became an idol, he’d have a busy schedule. You supported his dreams, had been there from the start but what good was your efforts when right now it felt as if you weren’t even in a relationship? Sure, Heeseung was sorry but you had heard the words thousands of times that you felt nothing anymore.

“How many times am I supposed to forgive you?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“Babe, I’ve just been busy. You know how important promotion season is, I just don’t have the time for things like I used to.”

“I know that but you can’t even go on one damn date the entire month?”

“We spend all night practicing for performances that I’m better off spending the night at Jay or Jake’s instead of coming home. With the events we have along with the dates you wanna go on and your constant texts, it’s just inconvenient.”

“Inconvenient?” It was with Heeseung’s words that you realized, you had had enough. If your constant attempts to keep the relationship, well, a relationship turned out to be inconvenient to Heeseung then there was no point to it. If all the time you spent checking up on him turned out to be inconvenient then you had no reason to put in any effort anymore. You knew that work and his dreams were important but so were you.

“I didn’t mean it like that, there are things that I need to do and responsibilities I need to focus on-”

“Am I not important to you anymore?” As your ears were met with silence you felt your breathing caught up in your throat. Waiting for Heeseung to answer only to be met with no reply, through his hesitance you found your answer.

“Baby, I-”

“Forget I asked.” You walked past him, heading into your room and in the process shoving his shoulder. As the door slammed and you flopped onto the bed you waited. Waited for Heeseung to knock on the door, waited for him to say something, anything, but waiting only led to self-given heartbreak. You heard the opening of a door ringing throughout your ears but it wasn’t the door you had hoped. After hearing the key, you came to a realization. Heeseung decided to walk out.

Following the next few days, you and Heeseung entered a stage of your relationship you weren’t quite sure what to label as. It wasn’t that you broke up per se, but you weren’t exactly together either. Sure, you exchanged a few messages here and there but you could feel Heeseung slipping away or maybe it was you slipping away, you weren’t quite sure. Throughout the week, you found yourself unable to sleep. But one Friday night, that inability to sleep turned into a 3 am movie marathon spent on the living room couch curled up under your blankets and one of Heeseung’s shirts. You heard the front door open, glanced over to see the light turn on and Heeseung taking off his shoes.

“You’re up?” he asked, slight worry filling his tone.

“Couldn’t sleep,” was all you could bring yourself to say.

“Should I make us some ramen?” he offered.

“Yeah, if you want.” You stayed in the living room while Heeseung made his way to the kitchen. You didn’t know what to say, how were you even supposed to start? With your eyes settled on the tv, you entered a sort of daze where your head felt heavy and clouded with thoughts but your throat was unable to get any words out. It wasn’t until Heeseung was in front of you, blocking the tv that you drifted back to reality. You let out a small “thank you,” as the warmth of the bowl of ramen met your palms, couldn’t hold back your small smile as you saw that Heeseung had given you one and a half soft boiled eggs. When the both of you finished eating, you found yourself almost scared to talk to Heeseung about what went on that night. Your relationship was either going to continue, or it was going to end. As Heeseung reached towards the coffee table, about to take the bowls to the kitchen, your hand reached out to hold his arm, stopping him.

“Stay,” you whispered. Heeseung only nodded, settling himself so that he was laying on the couch with you. Face to face with him, you moved so that your head was laying on his chest. His heartbeat was calming, embrace comfortable, and scent making you feel complete. The next step in your relationship, or its end, whichever it was, you’d find out tomorrow. Closing your eyes, all you could do was wait.

When you woke up, your ears were met with a slight groan and the hold around you tightened. As you lifted your head up, a hard sort of knock was heard paired with an,

“Oww, what the hell?” from Heeseung. You brought up a hand to massage his chin while you felt him kiss the top of your head,

“Sorry, I wasn’t expecting you to be here when I woke up.”

“I, uhh, have something planned for us today. If you’re up for it?” Heeseung seemed kind of nervous as he spoke, avoiding your eyes and rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

“You do?”

“A date, as an apology, because I’m sorry.”

“What about work?”

“I told our manager that I was taking today off.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re important to me and I hate that it’s taken so damn long for me to show it to you.”

While you got ready for whatever it was Heeseung had planned, he was making breakfast. After breakfast, he brought you to a festival you didn’t even know was going on. While you walked past the stalls set up, occasionally stopping to look at something that caught your eye, Heeseung’s hand stayed intertwine with yours. You had missed it, being with Heeseung, and feeling loved by him. When lunchtime came around, you ended at the park. There were both couples and families with a towel, eating food they had packed, but all of a sudden, Heeseung was leading you to a towel with a picnic basket.

“This is our spot,” he said. Your eyes went wide,

“You set this up?”

“Mhm. I know how much you love picnics and I figured… let’s go on one.” You sat down, unable to hold back your smile as Heeseung sat next to you. You really did love picnics, but more so with Heeseung. After eating, you laid down and looked up at sky feeling as if the world was so vast and wide. You found yourself looking at Heeseung,

“Y’know, keeping my head on the ground is really inconvenient right now.” Heeseung’s eyes filled with alarm,

“I’m sorry, I never should’ve said that.”

“It’s ok,” you said. And you meant it. “It’d be less inconvenient if I could use your arm as a pillow though.” As Heeseung’s arm extended, you rested your head on it while you wrapped an arm around his chest. Waiting often led to self-given heartbreak, but sometimes, it was worth it.

❦ written by riri ( @enhykkul ) | main blog masterlist | 500 followers masterlist 

tagging: @bloom-bloom-pow | @markleepooh​ | @sunshineshouchan​ (permanent taglist open if anyone wants to be on it !!)

[raziroo]

Cotton Candy

Pairing: Lotor x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Saying "Shit" twice

Word count: 2,076 (yay) (also, I edited this, I still need to update the word count)

Author’s Note: I'm crap at writing dialogues, and this is my first time writing for a gay couple. I'm so sorry if it seems forced or unnatural or shitty. Don't be afraid to call me out.

Story Moodboard!

It’s with a grunt of effort that I manage to lift the carton containing the cotton-candy-maker.

‘Here, dad,’ I say as my dad takes the box from my hands. ‘That’s all?’

‘Yep, that’s all of it. We’ll conquer this carnival with our delicious cotton candy,’ I nod, doing jazz hands while saying the last part. Dad chuckles. I grin.

‘Hey, Honey!’ I turn back, squinting to spot where my other dad is in the crowd of bustling people. Where, where…? Yep, there he is – in his embarrassingly brilliant sunshine yellow and bottle green striped shirt and hot pink trousers, a sharp contrast to his natural bright red hair. Don’t say that it can’t look that bright; you’ll never know just how blindingly bright bottle green can really be until you see the shirt my dad’s wearing. And trust me, he usually dresses in simpler tones; such bland tones that you’d be surprised to know he was capable of wearing colourful hues as well. It’s only that he’s very passionate about his job, and so whenever we set up a booth in fetes such as the current one, he never misses to match the shop logo.

‘Hul-lo, father dearest, how seems to go your day?’

‘Oh, quite lovely, if I do say so.’

‘Well, that’s simply charming –’

‘Alright, enough,’ my other, not redhead dad snaps with an exasperated sort of smile on his visage. You see, my not redhead, a.k.a. brown-haired dad happens to be British. And that means that me and dad would rather paint our teeth blue than to not tease him. ‘You both need to shut it and start helping me with the decorations, now. You know I’m trash at all that.’

‘Aw, now don’t get discouraged,’ I say, patting dad on the back. ‘After all, not everyone can be as blessed as me, can they?’

‘Hey, why don’t you go look around for a bit? You’ve been helping out since before I have.’

‘Yeah, he’s right, pet. You should.’

I huff, rubbing my palms on the fabric of my jeans. ‘You guys sure? I’m not tired, if that’s what you’re worried about.’

‘We’re not worried, we’re just saying you should also get a look, you know? There’s a lot of surprising booths this time around. I mean, there are aliens participating too, so…’

‘Hmm,’ I play with my bottom lip a little, then, ‘yeah, okay. I’ll be back in like, an hour? Forty five minutes? Sound okay?’

‘Sounds great.’

‘Bye, then.’ And with that, I turn on the heels of my Converse, wandering about the pretty stalls and eager children and kissy couples and aliens with curious features.

It really feels bizarre, just how astonishingly fast mankind has accepted the existence of aliens. It seems simultaneously ages and just a day before when conspiracy theorists raged all around the world, presenting baseless theories and concepts as to why and how the three-man squad on the Kerberos mission disappeared. Then came the Galra, bringing along with them global terror – because alien life, intelligent alien life existed and humanity remained oblivious all these millennia, and now they were actually attacking us. It could’ve been, perhaps even was, in some other dimension, the end of Earth. But then a defender appeared; Voltron appeared in all its glory, bringing along with it proof that however much these purple aliens claim that humans are scum of the universe, humans were, in the grand scheme of things, the ones that saved the universe too.

It feels even more puzzling to actually be on a first-name basis with the leader of Voltron; that’s right, I’m personally acquainted with Keith Kogane. It was around six months after him leaving the Garrison did I come across him. He’d been loitering around the neighbourhood, had ended up in a fistfight with some other kids, and along with that a split lip and bruised cheek. I’d been watching. When the fight ended, I (somehow) persuaded him to come along so that I could at the very least provide him with a band-aid.

Long story short, we’d bonded over how our moms were no-shows and how dads were the best and we became surprisingly close friends; the only difference was that after the death of his old man, he lived alone. I’d been adopted by my two current fathers. I told him about how when they’d initially adopted me, I was excruciatingly shy. I wouldn’t even come out of my room except meals. It was only when I came to know that they knew how to make candy floss had I timidly approached them if I could have some, because previously I’d always been grossed out at the thought of having to eat that. I’d overheard this group of kids saying that cotton candy was actually just dyed granny hair, so that’s where that came from.

I love cotton candy now. So much so, that even at the age of twenty-six, I will pout if someone takes some of mine without my permission. As if I’d ever allow them to.

Speaking of Keith, I haven’t seen him in years. We lost all contact when he turned eighteen, and then he went off into space, and even when he came back, I didn’t get a chance to meet him. I bear no ill will, though. He must have formed some close relationships. Our past friendship is comparatively much more trivial.

I spot a booth selling grilled corn. I instantly head there.

As I’m about join the crowd of humans and aliens who also want corn, a familiar call of my name leads me to pull a three sixty.

Lo and behold. Keith Kogane.

Despite him having obviously grown a lot, the face was still the same. I’m sure that, if he gets a split lip and bruise on his cheek right now, he won’t look all that different.

There’s a questioning hesitance on his features; he’s probably wondering if he’s got the right person. My pleasantly surprised smile and raised eyebrows assure him. As I step away from the grilled corn stall, I notice a motley crowd behind him; some are purple, some are holding Voltron plushies, and some look way too curious to be in a carnival. The introduction is going to be fun.

‘Keith! You're gonna live a hundred years - I was just thinking about you. But anyways, it’s – it’s great to see you,’ I say with a little giggle. ‘Though I am kind of surprised you actually approached me. The sixteen-year-old you would never.’

He smiles awkwardly in return. ‘Y – yeah… I, just… oh God, this is – I’m sorry,’ he says, his inner turmoil evident.

‘It’s all good. I know you’re shit at small talk, so… like, introduce me? Maybe?’

He nods rapidly, brows furrowed. ‘Yeah, um,’ he turns to the people behind him, telling them my name, how we met, the whole affair. I give them a wave. Most of them greet me back.

‘And, this is Shiro and Curtis,’ he points to the tall, white-haired yet young man, holding hands with a tanner guy, ‘Lance, Pidge and Hunk,’ he points to a lanky, bright-smiled guy, a buffer, kind-seeming person, and a short chestnut-haired woman who, despite wearing baggy jeans and a baggier tee, looks somehow better dressed than me. ‘Then that’s Allura, Coran, and Romelle, they’re Alteans,’ a woman with enchanting beauty and a regal aura surrounding her, a redhead who’s significantly older than the rest with an impressive moustache, and a youthful appearing girl with a big grin, ‘and Lotor, he’s Galran. The Galran Emperor, in fact.’ Lotor is a tall, lilac-skinned man with aristocratic features who shares the same cheek markings as the Alteans. Oh, and he’s unfairly gorgeous, his hair a luscious mane of white which I just know will be soft. It’s hard not to stare. You remember how I said Allura looked like royalty? Yeah, the way this man carries himself, he has the aura and visage of a God. Even in a white tee-shirt and jeans he looks way better than should be legal.

I rip my eyes away.

‘So…are Noah and Oliver here too? I’d love to see them. I mean, I never did get to thank them to permit a possible criminal to sleep in their house.’

I laugh. ‘Never mind that, but we actually sit up a stall here. I could, you know, maybe even get you guys something to eat.’

‘Free? Please don’t.’

‘It’s nothing, really, just… I don’t know, accept it as a small thank you present for not letting the planet go to shit.’

A bit of thinking. Even after a nod from Shiro, it was Lance who said yes. Good ol’ Keith.

When we reach the stall, my British dad is the only one we find there. He looks up, about to say something to me, when he notices Keith.

‘Dad. You remember Keith?’

‘Your possible criminal friend who turned out to be the saviour of the universe Keith?’

‘That Keith. He wanted to see you.’

‘Oh? Well then,’ he dusts his hands, stands up, and greets Keith. Both of them engage in a conversation.

‘You guys wanna try something?’

‘What do you got?’ asks Pidge.

‘What do we got? Um, we got chocolates, candy, marshmallows, jellybeans, tortilla chips, ice cream, popcorn – butter, cheese, caramel, peri peri – Lays, like, a lot of Lays, and the good old cotton candy. What d’you want?’

So, after providing the humans with two Cream n’ Onion Lays, a pack of tortilla chips, a double scoop of butterscotch and chocolate, a small tub of popcorn, and three cotton candy sticks, I turned to the aliens.

‘I’m assuming you guys aren’t familiar with a lot of this stuff, so you could either pick whatever looks to be good, ask your friends, or I could recommend something. What’ll it be?’

Romelle was the one who asked, ‘What’s ice cream like?’

‘It’s sweet. It’s cold. And it’s like… heaven in mouth.’

‘Ooh. I want an ice cream. The… pink one?’

‘That’s strawberry. You can eat it in a cone, or in a cup.

‘What’s the difference?’

‘Well, the cup you can’t eat. The cone is like a crispy biscuit,’ judging by her face, she didn’t know what biscuit was. ‘I’ll just give you a cone. It’s all on the house, so no worries if you don’t like it.’

I watched eagerly as she licked the ice cream. An unreadable look crossed her face. Then – ‘This is almost as good as Hunk’s cookies!’

‘Really?’ Coran asked, twirling his moustache. ‘Well, then…’ he squinted to read the names of the various flavours. ‘I would like “cookies and cream”. Yes.’ A cone of cookies n’ cream was served.

‘Allura?’

‘Do you have something that isn’t sweet?’ That was a plot twist. I’d have taken her as someone who appreciated sweeter foods.

‘We do. You want spicy?’

‘…Sure.’ Peri Peri popcorn was given and enjoyed.

And last… ‘Lotor. What would you like to have?’

It takes me a lot of will to not laugh at Lotor’s way too analytical expression. ‘What would you recommend?’

‘Me?’

‘Yes.’

‘Out of all this stuff, candy floss is my favourite.’

‘Candy floss… the item that looks simultaneously like a cloud and an old woman’s hair?’

‘Yeah.’

‘I would like a helping of candy floss, then.’

As I hand Lotor a stick of cotton candy, I wait with anticipation for his reaction.

‘How am I supposed to eat this?’

It takes me a moment to process that. ‘Uh, you just… pinch a little of the stuff in between your fingers, then eat it. Or you could just, um, go in directly, which I’m thinking isn’t really your style.’

He narrows his eyes, but follows my instructions nonetheless. Only a second after putting the stuff in his mouth, Lotor purrs.

Everyone around him, being me, Coran and Romelle (Allura’s off telling Lance how great Earth food is), looks with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. Lotor appears as if he’s just died inside. The berry-shaded blush on his face is adorable, though.

'I didn't, like, poison you or something, right?'

'No. It's that... I would never in my lifetimes have expected something so tooth-rottingly sweet to be this delicious.'

'So you're okay?'

‘Yes. In fact, I quite like… this cotton candy.’

I grin.

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Cooking in the Crest (Din Djarin x gn!Reader)

Summary: You become sick of the endless prepackaged food you eat while living on the Razor Crest. From a holovid, you and Din try to learn how to cook.

W/C: 3.2k

Warnings: FOOD is a big warning here; this is all about food, cooking, and eating; some language, and mentions of violence and blood because Din is a hunter.

A/N: this was a request by lovely @binarydanvvers !! I hope you guys like it too :))

The Razor Crest was not exactly built to be a home. The beat up old ship, a pre-Imperial piece of garbage, was mainly meant to be a freighter, to carry loads and supplies around. It had a bunk, yes, but that was mainly for the pilot to sleep. Some ships were elaborately built and crafted to house people, even families; this was not one of them.

You could tell that from the moment you walked aboard. This was not built to be a home, but the Mandalorian and his little green child had made it one. It was endearing, really. It was still cold and harsh, not exactly welcoming, but there were little touches. A sling for the baby to sleep in above the man’s bunk. A few scattered toys for the kid. Extra clothing tucked away, and what seemed to be a makeshift kitchen.

It can hardly be called a kitchen. It’s more of a food storage area. The Mandalorian man has stored packets of food, dried or wrapped, water, and other assorted food necessities in a small corner of the ship. There’s also a device for heating meals, like the just-add-water foods he carries so many of.

The baby doesn’t complain. Well, he really can’t, considering that he cannot speak yet, but he never pushes away the food. Of course, his favorites are frogs and occasional organic things he picks up on the surface of the latest planet, but he’s never refused a nutrient bar or an instant bread loaf. The kid is always hungry; he’ll take anything.

You’ve been traveling with Din for a while now. He entrusted you with his name not long after he entrusted you with the care of his foundling. He’s a kind man, surprising beneath the layer of impenetrable beskar, with a warm laugh even through the modulator.

In this time, you’ve become exhausted over the endless routine of microwavable carbohydrate packs with dried proteins. A nutrient bar is a nice switch, but it’s endless days and nights of bland food. “Do you even eat? Does your species photosynthesize or something?” You’d asked Din once, teasingly knocking on his beskar.

“I’m human,” he assured you, voice dry. He presents himself as tired of your endless teasing, but you both know he could never be. You’re the energy, the entertainment to him and his little green child.

“I doubt that,” you teased, nudging his hip with your own as you walked past, the baby on your other side, giggling at your words.

The kid is smart. He can’t yet speak, but he can recognize meaning in words and the emotions you convey with your tones. You’ve been steadily working on teaching him the right morphemes to form words, but he’s just not quite there yet. He made a little babbling noise at his father, then turned and looked up at you, grinning with tiny white teeth.

Din must eat, you’ve come to notice. He never takes the helmet off; you’ve never heard his voice without the modulator, you’ve never seen him eat. But the stock of food dwindles at a quicker pace than it would for one and a half people, so he must consume some of it. You’ve noticed that the dried proteins or instant spicy grains go quicker- those must be his favorite. You’ve made mental notes several times to pick up extra when shopping.

As the three of you take off from the last planet, a lively and populous city center, your stomach is happy with its contents: you and the baby had gone on a culinary tour, trying different local delicacies. You glance at the kitchenette in the corner and wince at the protein bars. Surely you’ll be reduced to eating the dry and chalky sustenance the next time you’re hungry.

The baby sits in your lap, bouncing excitedly as the ship lifts off. He coos and waves his hands excitedly as Din turns and navigates, though it’s nothing too bumpy for the little thing to handle. There’s a jolt when you leave the atmosphere, and the baby squeals as the stars rush past when Din maneuvers the Crest into hyperspace.

Once the course is set, Din turns to you. You wonder what he’s thinking; it’s a shame you can’t see his face. “We should be at our next location in about a day.”

Your curiosity gets the better of you, heightened over the prospect of eating more dried, flavorless food. “Do you know how to cook?”

“Do I know how to what?” Din asks, cocking his head.

“Cook. You know, make food in a way other than using the microwave.”

Din stares at you for a minute. “No, I really don’t. I’ve never had reason to.”

“You don’t consider eating this bland shit eternally a reason?” You ask, folding your arms. The little green baby on your lap mirrors your actions, looking at his father. “I don’t either, but I think we both need to learn. I’m sick of this endless dried food and nutrient bars and instant grains.”

His shoulders rise and fall as he takes a deep breath. “Fine. How?”

“How what?” You ask, taunting him back from his earlier sarcastic question.

“How are we going to learn how to cook?”

You shrug. “We could take a cooking class on some populous planet. They have them for couples.”

Din looks at you, sharply even though you can’t see his face. “Okay, well, two people,” you chuckle, though you can’t help but notice the rigidity of his body. You’re skilled at reading his body language by now; something changed in him when you said couple. “Why the hell not?”

“Because, cyar’ika, I am a Mandalorian. I’m not exactly going to fit in with the happy honeymooners at a cooking class, searing bantha for my beloved.”

You frown at him. “You’re such a pain in the ass, Din. Work with me here.”

Din is frowning beneath the helmet. You can just tell. “I don’t exactly take orders from you.”

“It’s not an order,” you roll your eyes. “It’s a request. Please.”

Din sighs. He’s quiet for a minute. Then: “Fine.”

“Yay!” You grin and brace his beskar helmet in one hand, pressing a kiss to the visor. “It’ll be fun, come on.”

“I don’t know how fun that can be,” he grumbles.

-

The holonet turns out to be a surprisingly vast resource for cooking and recipes. You’d never expected this much to be uploaded to it. There are traditional dishes from Tatooine, Naboo, anywhere really. The first struggle is deciding what to cook.

You stop at another populous planet next. Thank the Maker, you mumble as you put the baby in the wrap carrier that straps him to your chest. “We’re gonna make something good, huh kiddo?” You ask and smooch the baby’s little green head. He just coos in return.

Wandering through the planet, you find various little specialty shops, and you mark off the list you’ve created. Spices from the shop specializing in them, fresh vegetables at a stall, meat from a grocer. When the foods are all collected, you return to the ship, where Din has purchased a portable heat source to be used for cooking.

The business Din has on the planet goes quickly and he’s back before you know it. You’ve barely had time to clean the vegetables under the small refresher sink before you hear the clink of beskar and the baby’s excited laughter at his return.

You carry the bowl of vegetables and grin as you spot Din on a crate in the corner, wiping down his armor of blood. “Welcome home, bounty hunter,” you tease as you arrange some crates to form a table and chairs and set the holoprojector in the center. “How’d we do today?”

“Wonderful,” he grumbles as he wipes a smear of mud off his chest plate. He finishes then looks at your arms, holding the ingredients. You set them down and the hot plate as well. “We’re cooking now?”

“I’m hungry,” you shrug.

Din nods. “I suppose. Do you want me to get piloting us out of here and then we can start?”

You shrug again. “We paid for a full day and night. Might as well use it.”

He nods and begins removing his beskar, leaving him in just his flight suit and helmet. You cock an eyebrow at him and tilt your head in confusion. “Don’t wanna get any food on the beskar.”

This makes you genuinely laugh, throwing your head back. “Oh, blood and dirt and mud are okay but no food? You have some odd standards, Din.”

No one has called him by his name since he was a child. You’ve never even said it aloud save for once or twice. The sound of your voice saying it is like the sweetest music; he could listen to it eternally. He’s a little nervous inside, tingly and fluttery from the feeling. Thank the Maker his helmet doesn’t let it show.

“Go wash your hands and let’s get going,” you order him, stacking two extra crates and setting the child on top so he’s the same height as the two of you. He’s delighted by the view, looking around.

You put the vessel on the hot plate then turn it on, unsure of how quickly it heats. Din returns not long later, sitting on his crate across from you. “First step?”

To answer his question, you turn on the holovid. A cheerful Zabrak narrates for you and shows you the steps, starting with the first: to chop the ingredients. Din reaches for his leg and you shoot him a glare, pausing the video. “You were not about to use that knife to prepare our dinner.”

Din just looks at you. “Why not?”

“God, you’re impossible,” you laugh, though it’s lighthearted teasing. “No, use this, a clean one.” You hand it over along with a few vegetables. Din starts cutting with neat precision, the yellow tuber vegetable falling in perfectly round slices to the surface you’d laid down before.

The baby whines in protest; he wants in. Looking around, you scramble for something before giving him the softest vegetable and a plastic utensil. “How’s that?” You ask him.

He’s delighted, slicing his vegetable and mirroring his parents and the video. When the step is finished, you press play again and it informs you to add some of the oil and cook the vegetables first.

Din pours them in, causing a sizzle from the hot cooking vessel. “Ooh, it must be ready,” you grin and drizzle some oil over the top.

“I don’t think that’s the order we were supposed to do it,” he points out, rewinding the video.

“Oh well,” you shrug and stir the vegetables. The aromatic plants waft from the steam, making you sigh in happiness at how wonderful the recipe smells, even now. “Can you smell under there?”

Din shakes his head.

You frown. “I’ll close my eyes. Lift your helmet and take a smell, it’s delicious.” You squeeze them shut as if to prove you’ll do it.

He would never trust anyone else like this. He’s surprised he even trusts you enough, but he unlatches his helmet and lifts it just enough to catch a whiff of the delicious smell. He sighs happily too and puts the helmet back on. “You can look again.”

You open your eyes and smile at him. “Well, we’re not doing terribly! What’s next?”

The video plays a little longer, telling you the next steps: add the spices to the cooking vegetables, stirring them in, then the broth you’ve purchased.

Picking up the bag, you rummage through for the intended spices. “You wanna do this part?” You ask Din.

“I’ll probably mess up.”

“Give it a shot,” you say with a warm smile and hand him several small pouches of spices and a measuring stick.

His fingers are thick and worn without the gloves, and the sight of them pinching the bright orange powder and sprinkling some in the pot is truly humanizing, indicative that this man is Din, not The Mandalorian like you knew him as before. He does that with the required spices, choosing to go by heart rather than the measured values.

You go next, adding the broth to the pot and closing your eyes to listen to the beautiful hiss of the liquid against the hot metal. “Do you think you could cook on beskar?” You tease Din. The man just shakes his head.

The recipe then indicates for you to cut up the meat and add it before covering and letting it boil. Din uses the sharp knife you’ve provided to once again, neatly slice the meat and add it to the pan. “You’re quite precise with that thing,” you inform him with an impressed nod.

He snorts. “I know the ten quickest ways to kill someone with it.”

“Still, precise to do that,” you laugh. You cover the pot and sigh, setting a timer on the holopad to the amount of time needed before the meal will be ready; thanks to the specialized tech in the hot plate, it won’t take long at all.

The baby shows you his knife work with the mushed vegetable. It’s considerably less impressive than Din’s, but you ooh and ahh over it all the same, making the baby beam with pride. “Your knife work rivals your father’s, little man,” you tease the baby and poke his side.

“Yeah right,” he snorts again and leans back against the metal wall of the Razor Crest’s hull.

While the food carries on its quick cooking, you prepare three bowls and spoons to eat with, setting each in front of where the three of you sit. The bowl is much smaller for the child, but he seems just as pleased.

The timer dings and you clap your hands together in excitement. “Let’s see!”

Lifting the lid, the smell that wafts out makes your stomach growl. “Oh, this is going to be good,” you sigh, setting the lid aside on the heatproof surface and scooping some into each bowl. “Careful, it’s hot,” you warn your boys as you a hand them their respectful bowls.

“It sounds wonderful but… you know I can’t eat it,” Din reminds you.

That makes you frown. “Of course you can. We made it together.”

“No,” he sighs. “I can’t eat it because I’d have to remove my helmet.”

The idea crosses your mind as quickly as his words. “Well then.” You stand and push your crate aside, then pull him up and do the same. With your bowl of stew in hand, you plop down on the floor and turn your back to him. “Now you sit with your back to me.”

“Cyare, I-“

“Just humor me, Din. Please.”

He sighs and gets on the floor, groaning at the creak of his joints and popping of his back. Din presses his back to yours, sitting with his legs splayed carelessly to either side. “There. This what you wanted?”

“Yes,” you nod. “Now eat. I won’t look, and the kid is your foundling, he can see you.”

Din is hesitant at first. He sits there for a moment while the baby slurps his dinner, pondering what to do. Then he remembers how much he trusts yoh. How you’d do anything for him and he’d do anything for you.

He removes his helmet, setting it to the floor with a heavy clunk. “There we go,” you smile and reach behind you to pat his chest. “Eat up. I bet you’re hungry from that hunt.”

“Hungrier from making this,” he grumbles as he scoops a spoonful, ungracefully shoving it in his mouth and moaning in content. “Oh, that’s damn good.”

“Isn’t it?” You laugh, eating some yourself and smiling at the flavor. “Seasoned just right,” you affirm him, resting your head back against his own. You can feel that he has hair- well, now you know he isn’t bald.

“Cooked properly thanks to you,” he reminds you.

“Ha! I don’t know shit about cooking. Thank that holovid,” you chuckle, nestling your back against his. You can feel every little notch of his spine, the lumps in a perfect line cascading down his body, as his back presses against yours. He’s warm, and you can feel him breathe in and out slowly- he’s relaxed. Good.

There’s a comfortable silence between the two of you as you eat your meals. The kid has long finished his tiny bowl and has passed out in his seat, which makes you laugh. He’s missing the sight of his helmetless father thanks to a post-meal nap.

No words need to be exchanged. There’s meaning in the silence, in the fact that you can hear his breathing and his real voice, the hard gulp of his throat as he swallows yet another bite. Maker, he’s so wonderfully human. You absolutely adore it.

When you’re done with your stew, you set your bowl to the side. Din does the same, and his back relaxes against yours. Neither of you are quite ready for him to put the helmet back on, so you breathe the unfiltered air with him, listen and feel him breathing, try to take in every detail of what his body feels like pressed to yours, even if it’s back to back.

“Din?” You ask softly after a few moments.

“Yes, cyare?”

“I promise my eyes are closed,” you tell him.

“What do you mean-“

Din is cut off when you close your eyes but turn, kissing his cheek. You can feel stubble beneath your lips, and above it smooth skin. God, he feels so damn warm. With your eyes still closed, you hug his neck. “Thank you for putting up with me.��

Din breathes slowly, forcing his heart rate not to accelerate into hyperspeed. “It’s not putting up with you,” he admits. “It’s enjoying you. I really do.”

The words make you flushed and flustered, honored that this strong and silent type has used such eloquent words to compliment you. “Thank you. For all of this, Din. Thank you for letting me know you.”

He’s grinning ear to ear, and he turns his face to kiss your cheek back. “You can know me all you want to, mesh’la.” Din puts his hands over your arms and takes one last moment in your arms. “Well, we need to put the child to bed, and I’m legally supposed to be wearing my helmet right now.”

You turn and sit with your back to him, smiling and nearly giddy from the moment. “Who’s gonna yell at you if you don’t? Mando police?”

Din groans and puts his helmet back on, ignoring you. When you both stand, you hug him for real this time, chests pressed together. “Thank you for a wonderful meal,” he mumbles through the modulator and presses his forehead to yours in a keldabe kiss. “Let’s do this more often.”

“I agree,” you nod and kiss his helmet one last time.

-

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