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all of the girls you loved

A/N: i am a SUCKER for a good song fic and obvi a sucker for some good Taylor content (gif creds: @merakiaes)

Pairings: George Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Every woman that he knew brought him here. You want to teach him how forever feels. 2.6k words.

Warnings: so much crying why am i in a mood, fluff mostly!, song fic, song lyrics, pet names (poppet, dear), heartbreak, brief angst, ONE FUCKING CURSE WORD. jealousy, being stood up

1984

"your mother brought you up loyal and kind"

You'd been chasing the little red haired boy through the train station for the better part of the last ten minutes. But only because he tugged at your hair and stuck his tongue out at you. He started it. He's got this worn grey sweater, and you can tell his jeans were hand-me-downs from the patchwork in the knees. Probably from the boy, his older brother, with the wavy red hair carrying far too many books and stumbling up the train's steps.

Your antagonist giggles and ducks behind the brick pillar in the center of the station. You roll your eyes and round the otherside, tapping on his shoulder with a grin. He yelps and skitters away behind his mother. She has a small baby tucked in her arm and another cooing from a pram decorated with ribbons, lace, and wicker.

"Georgie!" She scolds him for tugging on her skirt before looking down to see your little face staring back at her. "Hello, dear, what's your name?"

The boy peeks his head out from behind her leg, round cheeks flushed a soft pink from all the running. You fold your arms over your chest and scowl at him.

"Determined little thing, aren't you?" she says with a sweet smile and kind eyes, "Have you been terrorizing this young lady?"

"It's not my fault, mum! She looks funny!"

"George. That's not how we talk about other people, now, is it?" she warns.

"No, mum."

"No, of course it's not. Now, you apologize this instant. Your brothers give me enough grief as is."

His wicked gaze meets yours, and you scowl hard as you can back at him. He squints. You purse your lips.

"I'm sorry because my mum told me so!"

You pout, "apology not accepted! I hope I never see you again!"

And with that, he watched the little girl with the wild hair and the polka-dotted pinafore skip away. Never to be seen again. Until the next year. And each year following the last.

1994

"teenage love taught you there's good in goodbye"

George has got a mouth full of the loudest bubblegum in existence when he comes roaring up behind you in the hallway, laying his arm across your shoulders.

"Evening, poppet. I assume you've heard the news," he chirps, smacking his gum in your ear proudly.

"You're disgusting, George," you say, shrugging his arm away but still matching his pace, "and I don't care that you bribed Niamh Ward into being your date to the Yule Ball."

"I didn't bribe her! She asked me and I said 'yes'"—he blows a gummy bubble in your face, and it bursts with a ringing pop—"D'you reckon she'll kiss me if I dance well enough?"

He twirls off down the hallway, ending his mini routine with a flourish of jazz hands.

"I don't reckon any girl will ever want to kiss you with moves like that."

"Oh, you're just a cynic. I'm perfectly snoggable, whether I can dance or not." He takes your wrist and drapes your arm in the crook of his own, and you scoff when he leans in to pop another bubble in your face. "Who's taking you to the ball, anyway? That Durmstrang halfwit?"

You yank your arm away and stop dead in your tracks. It's a well-known fact that you'd been waiting for George to ask you to the Yule Ball since first year. You thought for sure he'd ask you. But the time came and went and you each found other dates, other outfits, other plans. And you hate that deep down, a small part of you is still waiting for him to ask you. But you'd never do that to Niamh. Not even for George.

"As a matter of fact, yes," you say, "and his name is Johan—"

"What kind of name is Johan?"

He's still smacking his gum like he knows exactly how to get on your nerves. And after all these years, it's no wonder.

"You're so immature. I'll see you later."

"Oh, come on—"

"No, George," you huff, not turning around until you clear the corner and wipe your wet cheek with the sleeve of your robes.

...

The Great Hall has never looked more decadent. Draped in glitz and the magic of the holidays. Everyone's absolutely buzzing with excitement, ever-present gossip, and the beauty of students dressed to the nines. And in the midst of it all, you still spot him from across the room.

Of course, Johan is the perfect gentleman. He even asked if you'd like to match your gown to his traditional red dress robes. It was a lovely idea, and it wasn't hard to pick out a lovely chiffon, maroon dress. He said you looked beautiful and danced with you most of the night, but there was still that sickly ache in your chest like flesh and tendon left split by two cold hands. George's hands.

After you told Johan you didn't feel well, he left you alone at one of the shimmering tables. You felt bad practically leading him on, but it's not like you'd been lying about your attraction to him. Just about your attraction to George.

You don't turn to face the person who plops onto the stool beside you. You're pretty dedicated to flicking the thin straw around the rim of your glass at this point.

"I left my date to come talk to you, so you better have a stellar reason for looking so glum."

George. You know he's trying to cheer you up. And he knows it's not exactly working how he'd hoped. "Come on, poppet. It's the Yule Ball. You've been looking forward to this for, what, six years?"

He hates that when you turn to face him, you've got tears dripping from your chin, jaw, nose, lashes. He hates that there's a small part of him that wishes he could have fixed it for you.

"What's wrong?" he whispers, scooting closer and catching a slow tear slipping over your cheekbone. You flinch away and lean your head in your hand, closing your eyes.

"You have no idea."

George chortles and shrugs, "well, yeah. That's sort of why I'm asking." You land a hearty wallop on his arm, not even looking when you swing your fist at him. "Alright, that was deserved. Now, tell me. I don't like it when you shut me out."

"Why are you doing this, George? Why don't you just leave me alone? Go hang out with Niamh or something," you say. It's accusatory, sure, but that's the point. The inflection was aimed for the heart. Spear tipped with arsenic just to make it sting more.

He chews the inside of his cheek, rubbing the back of his neck when you dodge his gaze and sniffle.

"That might be a tad difficult seeing how she stood me up."

Shit.

"George, I didn't mean—"

"No, no, it's okay. She caught a... a stomach bug, or something. Spent all morning hunched over the girl’s toilet," he mumbles, loosening his tie. And you catch just the smallest smirk tugging the corner of his mouth. Like there's some kind of amusement in his own misery. "I feel bad for her, honestly."

"I'm so sorry, I had no idea." You grab his hand and lean closer. He looks tired up close. Like the light usually at home in his eyes as twinkled out and left him dimmed.

"You've nothing to be sorry for. Fate is fate, after all." He brushes his hair out of his face and takes a deep breath, squeezing your hand. "Dance with me?"

Yes, of course, you want to shriek. I'd love nothing more from the boy who used to yank on my hair and call me names and tell me he loved my sparkly shoes. An honor, you think, but the words don't reach. Just a smile.

"Sure," you say, letting him tug you in the direction of the crowd. The right direction, you think, the direction you've longed for. Then he spins you into his chest, and you feel the shallow rumble of his laugh in your fingertips.

"Was Johan a better dancer than me?" he says, swaying your bodies like tender obligation. You cock an eyebrow.

"Johan stepped on my toes every four steps and nearly tore my dress."

"...So?"

"Yes," you tease.

"Shut up. Let me make this dance a good one. For you."

You look up at him and he thinks he's never seen someone look so clueless and yet so completely beautiful. From the gloss on your lips to the gems on your shoes and even now, mascara smudged and hands shaky, he thinks he'd like to look at you for as long as you'll let him. And when you shuffle closer between songs, he has to catch his breath against your temple.

"Your hair's gotten so long, Georgie," you whisper, slipping your hand up and over his shoulder, to the back of his neck with a smile pressed to his warm cheek.

"Like it?"

"I’ll always like it."

He pleads to Merlin you can't feel the rattletrap pounding of his heart. His hand moves of its own volition, spread across the small of your back like he's seen in some romance films. The slow dance scene is always the most romantic. The pinnacle of their love thus far. The event to dissolve any prejudice leftover in their heads, and any pride hidden in the last cracks in their hearts.

"George, I have to tell you something important—"

"Shh, poppet, just dance with me a little longer."

And you suppose. It could wait that little while longer. Another dance. Another day. It'd come up again and break your heart, but it'd be too pressing to put off eventually.

So you let him hold your hand a little tighter, sway you in circles a little slower, and keep your heart beating a little louder.

1996

"every woman that you knew brought you here // i wanna teach you how forever feels"

The something important you had tried to tell George that night was that you'd be staying with your estranged aunt in Spain over the course of the next school year. Your final school year. You'd be leaving Hogwarts—leaving George—and spending the year homeschooling over in Spain.

You left that Spring to spend your days in the Spanish countryside, drinking in the sunshine and dancing to the music of the cicadas. It had devastated George. It had devastated all of the Weasleys. They were so used to housing you most summers, and the change was quite unwelcome. Less place settings, less baggage clunking up the stairs, less laughter. He could only hope you were happy. And that he'd be able to see you again one day in the future.

"Georgie?"

You caught him off guard. He nearly tripped and cracked a tooth on the steps when you called his name. He and his twin brother had made a spectacle of Ninety-three Diagon Alley in the time you'd been away. And you had just happened to wander in and find him hurrying up the technicolor stairs after his brother.

Nothing felt real when he met your eyes for the first time in a year and change. The sirens and bells and sparklers went fuzzy as he realized just how beautiful you'd gotten since he last saw you. Beautiful enough to make him wildly nervous. Enough to make him sweat.

"My Poppet." He says it gently, grinning when you bat your lashes and hold your arms out.

"Christ, I've missed you, George," you huff, burying your face in his shoulder when he wraps his arms around you.

"You have no idea."

You tease him with a laugh, "Well, yeah," pulling away to wrap your lithe fingers around his tie. "Look at your hair! It's so short!"

"Like it?" He runs his fingers through the scruff at the back of his head. You squint and pat the soft tufts at the top of his head.

"I love it. You know I do."

He sighs, ushering you to the back of the shop all while trying to conceal a giddy smile.

"I've had an entire year to reflect on all the reasons why you abandoned me, poppet. I made a list"—He takes your wrist and drapes your arm in the crook of his own—"Starting with that time I told you your unicorn shirt was quote, unquote, 'for babies'."

"You have to include my stunning defense, Weasley"—you clear your throat—"'I am a baby, and you're just a rotten little boy!'"

"How could I forget?" He pushes open a door to the very neglected office towards the back of the building. Papers stacked on the desk, a cobweb in the corner. Well-loved. "A little privacy, mademoiselle?"

"I'd be delighted."

He sweeps the dust off a brown leather chair by the desk, offering the seat to you with a shy smile.

"Oh, George," you whisper, fiddling with the clasp of your purse with watery eyes and a pout like the one you gave him the first time he saw you.

"Come here, sweetheart," he says, hurrying you into his embrace with the feeling of being gutted by your sad eyes weighing heavy on him.

"There's just so much"—you gasp and cover your mouth when you sob—"So much I've missed and so much I want to tell you and so much I wish I had seen and done with you..."

"I know. I know, I feel the same," he huffs, "I missed you more than words can describe. I didn't know what to do with myself."

"I'm so sorry, I never meant to hurt you, I thought—"

"No. No, poppet, of course not"—he holds you tighter, pressing you to the curves of his body, holding you like clay and hot glass—"You came back, that's all I could ever ask for."

You pull back and let him wipe the tears from your cheeks, leaving faint kisses on each temple. And when he finally tears himself away from your skin, he's only left desperate for the contact. His thumb brushes you cheek, and you hold his wrist, lashes fluttering to meet his soft gaze. Desperation. Exhaustion. Relief. It's all there in the palm of your hand, and just at his fingertips.

Twelve years is far too long to be loving anyone the way you love each other. Completely but without the parts of love we sometimes need most. The honesty and openness, the comfort, and more than ever, the kisses. He curses his wild eyes for sweeping the length of your parted lips. His wild eyes giving away his secrets and calling him a damned fool.

You catch his mouth with yours, innocent at first peck, but he kisses you back, unsure of where his hands should go, wanting perfection, especially when your nose bumps his and makes you smile into the wetness of the kisses.

"I want everything," you whisper, forced to choose between air and George, "I have loved you since the day we met."

"That's very cheesy, my dear." He rests his forehead against yours, cupping the side of your neck, thumb resting gingerly over the column of your throat. Just to hold something delicate. Fragile. His.

"Think you can do better?"

"Hmm," he clears his throat, "You stole my heart and... I don't think I want it back."

"Gross! You win."

"I meant it."

He winks and pecks your bottom lip sweetly, only to realize you're tearing up, head tilted back and hands fanning at your eyes. He holds your waist and you shake your head with a defeated laugh.

"I'm such a crybaby."

"My favorite."

"You're awful, Georgie."

"I know," he says, finally, "I know."

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Chapter 5:

Coriolanus is at the PK Base in the communications center, sitting in one of the video phone booths. He's holding the receiver to his ear and watching the staticy small screen; waiting for Tigris to answer. He has so much to tell her. In fact, he's over the moon to tell her all about the love of his life: you. He's absolutely positive that she'll be happy for him.

When the static breaks and then clears slightly to show his cousin, he smiles like a madman. “Tigris, it's so good to see you!” Coriolanus exclaims, so much excitement in his baritone.

Tigris' gentle blue eyes widened slightly at her cousin's chipper demeanor. He was usually sullen during their sporatic calls. “Oh, Coryo, you look so much happier since the last time we talked. Did something happen?” The blonde girl asked, curious to know why her cousin was suddenly in a better mood.

“Yes.” Coryo nodded. Beaming, he blurted out, “I got a girl, Y/N, and she's just a perfect sweet darling.” His baby blues were sparkling with pride as he added in, “We’re serious, have our own place and when I pass the Elite Officer's Examine we’ll be able to leave 8.”

“Oh…” Tigris trailed off, her face full of shock. She wasn't expecting her cousin to be so serious with somebody so soon. Especially after he seemed so heartbroken about never being able to see Lucy Gray ever again.

Was Tigris wrong in her assumption that Coryo loved the songbird? If so, then she truly hopes that he's found love with you. But she also knows that her cousin has the genetics that can easily make him become like his father: General Crassus Snow.

Hearing him say that he's taking an Elite Officer's Exam makes her skin crawl. Tigris knows how cold the officers are in the various branches of Panem's military; she doesn't want her sweet cousin to be turned into a cold, heartless, hateful man to be used as a tool for the country.

A country that kills tweens and teens for entertainment disguised as punishment. Gosh, everything about Panem makes Tigris sick. And to think that her cousin, her sweet little Coryo who's a good person, could be used in a way to support the country's propaganda and skewed outlook bothers her. Makes her blood freeze up in her veins.

“Isn’t it great news, Tigris?” The platinum blonde peacekeeper asked, fishing for praises.

“Yes, yes it is, Coryo.” Tigris replied, her smile a bit too tight, too forced, and her voice a bit flat.

Coryo's face fell at his cousin's overly fake reply. “I thought you'd be happy for me Tigris.”

“I am happy for you, Coryo. I am.” Tigris weakly assured her cousin.

“I've found somebody that makes me happy, who needs me; makes me feel powerful, and I'm one step closer to getting us back home, to the Capitol. But, you don't sound as happy about it as you claim to be.”

“Coryo…” Tigris sighed, trying to find the right words to tell him about the hardships that have fallen upon their family within the last few weeks.

“Is Grandma’am around?” Asked the platinum peacekeeper. “I'm sure that she'd be happy to hear about my accomplishments.”

“Coryo, Grandma'am’s in hospice.” Tigris revealed, her tone sad as her face twitched with sorrow.

“Hospice! What do you mean she's in hospice? She was fine a month ago, what the hell did you do to her, Tigris?!”

“Me? Oh, Coriolanus, do you hear yourself right now?” The blonde aspiring fashionista snipped. Shaking her head, Tigris started to explain, “Grandma’am just shut down and started to wither away after we lost the penthouse-”

Coriolanus icy eyes popped out of his head. “Y-you lost the penthouse?! When were you going to tell me this, Tigris? Huh?”

“The back taxes were just too much to pay, so the penthouse was put on the market. But, Pluribus is letting me stay in the apartment above his club.”

“Okay, but what does any of this have to do with Grandma'am being admitted to hospice care?”

“Coryo, having to declare bankruptcy and sell the penthouse; letting all of the Capitol know that the Snow's are poor just broke her dear old heart.”

“She's dying from a broken heart? Really?” Coriolanus asked in disbelief.

“Yes.” Tigris nods. “The doctor said that Grandma’am lost the will to live; that it'll only be a short matter of time before she goes. And she's already in a catatonic state.”

“Are you still working for Fabricia Whatnot?” Coryo asked, his baritone colder than it had been mere minutes ago.

“Yes, I'm still working for her.” His cousin confirms with a nod.

“Good, because I won't be sending half of my pay to you anymore. The Grandma’am will be dead soon, due to her own pride and self induced delusions, and my money, honestly, is better suited taking care of my girl here in 8.” Coriolanus told Tigris in a chilly tone. One so chilly that it'd cause hell to freeze over.

“Coryo-” Tigris began, confusion all over her makeup slathered face, only to be cut off by Coriolanus’ icily steady voice saying, “I'm all my girl’s got, Tigris. I have to take care of her.” Looking at his cousin like he didn't even know her anymore, he remarked, “Unlike you, Y/N doesn't lie to me about how bad things are. At least she's honest, but you've had to have known for months about the past due back taxes on the penthouse and you never said a damn word to me about it.”

“Coryo…I didn't want you to worry about us. I was taking care of everything.”

“Time’s about up, Tigris.” The platinum peacekeeper announced, feeling betrayed and lied to by his cousin, who he viewed as more of a sister then a cousin.

“Coriolanus, you sound just like your father right now.” Tigris pointed out, her heart breaking at hearing the frostiness in his baritone and seeing cold deadness in his eyes.

“Well, I am his son. Perhaps I'll follow in his footsteps; rise to military greatness.” Private Snow told his cousin before saying a curt goodbye and hanging up on her.

It's getting close to the time that Coryo usually comes home from work and you're in the small kitchenette making dinner. It's nothing too fancy, just a simple stew. But your platinum peacekeeper never complained about what you made. He always ate his supper with a smile plastered on his face. In fact, he'd usually get seconds; pester you into eating another share too (he always said it was in order to build up your strength so you'll heal faster).

You're stirring the pot, making sure that nothing sticks to the bottom, whenever a faint knock appears at your door. You almost don't hear it over the sound of the radio, that's how light the knock is. Not wanting the stew you worked so hard on this afternoon to burn, you turn off the stove before going to answer the door.

“Ashlie, what're you doing here?” You asked your brother’s former girlfriend as she stood in front of you.

“Some of the girls at the factory are worried about you; I said I'd stop by and check up on you after my shift.” Ashlie answered as you heard the sound of Coryo's boots clambering up the building’s staircase.

Nodding, you simply said, “I'm fine.”

“Are you, Y/N?” Ashlie pressed.

Nice of her to worry about you now, but where was she before?

“There's been rumors that you've taken up with that blonde peacekeeper. That he's been living with you.” Ashlie all but hissed in a shameful tone.

“It's not a rumor.” You told her while noticing Coryo's tall denim clad frame appear at the top of the stairs, right down the hall.

“Look, Y/N, I'm sorry about not being around as often as I should, but if you need help gettin’ away from that peacekeeper I'm sure that Declan can help smuggle you out of the district.”

Smuggle you out where? You don't have any money and you're all alone. How are you going to survive hiding out in another district? Districts you're sure are just as bad if not worse than 8. The poor, lower end districts are all clumped together and, frankly, they seem to get worse and worse as you start going between them.

At least with Coryo your rent's paid, you've got enough food to eat, and you're not cold anymore. He’s decent company, when he's not in a condescending mood, and he seems to be devoted to you despite not knowing you that long. With Coryo you're comfortable for the first time in a long time. For once since moving to 8 you're not tempted to do a swan dive off the bridge into the toxic river surrounding the district.

You'll take your chances with your peacekeeper.

Shaking your head, as Coriolanus trudged down the hall, you told Ashlie, “I'm fine here with Coryo. He takes good care of me, so you don't need to worry.”

“And what happens when he gets bored of you; tosses you aside for another girl?” Ashlie asked as your boyfriend got closer. “Y/N, sweetheart, don't be a fool and trust him. He's a Peacekeeper for Christ’s sakes.” Berates your once sister. “One bred straight from the Capitol as I understand too.” The brunette spat out in disgust, right as your platinum peacekeeper appeared behind the girl that's slandering him.

“Darling, is this ratty whore bothering you?” Coryo coldly asked, his icy eyes narrowed at the girl blocking his way into the apartment, as he came to a stop right by the door.

His frosty timbre startles Ashlie; has her jumping out of her skin. Coryo's tone of voice doesn't bother you one bit. Why should it? His coldness isn't aimed at you.

“She was just leaving.” You assure your boyfriend, only to give Ashlie a look that reads ‘you need to go, now'.

“Well the girls at the factory are worried about you; hopefully you'll be able to return to work soon.” Ashlie remarked instead of leaving, like she should’ve done.

“She won't be returning to work at the factory.” Coryo bluntly announced, pushing himself by Ashlie and literally shoving you inside of the apartment. He blocked your view with his tall, sinewy frame while standing right in the doorway.

The platinum blonde's head lifted up in superiority. His glacier blue eyes bore into the former Seam girl with disdain as he explained, “As Y/N’s man, I take care of her and pride myself in treating her the way a proper Capitol born man treats his girl.” Gripping the door so hard that the wood began to splinter and crack, he barked out, “You're not needed around here. She's got me, so leave or else I'll bring you to base and turn you in as a rebel.”

Ashlie's Seam grey eyes widened in fear and horror at hearing Coriolanus’ words. With the rumors that she's heard about you being kept under lock and key by the platinum blonde peacekeeper, who by now everyone knew was sent from the Capitol; was a second generation military man, Ashlie was starting to worry about you. And when the girls that worked with you on the looms in the PK uniform factory’s weaving room started to express their worries to Ashlie, well she decided to pay you a visit.

Offer you some much needed support. A lifeline out of the predicament you're in.

But the brunette wasn't expecting you to turn down her help, to insist on staying with your oppressor. She also didn't think she'd be threatened by said oppressor, the pretty boy peacekeeper from hell itself. Ashlie feared for both her own safety and yours.

Maybe she should've came around more often, then maybe you wouldn't have become such easy prey for a peacekeeper with a cold hateful glint in his eyes.

“And the next time you show up to my house I'll have you hanged off the bridge’s trestle.” Coriolanus darkly promised, his face a mask showing no feelings, before slamming the door shut in Ashlie's face.

Coryo was quiet as he shed his coat, hanging it up on the hook near the door. “I made stew. I'll go dip it up.” You told him while he began to unlace his boots.

“It smells good, darling.” Coriolanus complimented, slipping out of his black boots, as you grabbed some bowls from the cabinet.

“You say that about everything I make.” You teased, portioning out the stew into a pair of bowls as Coryo pulled off his denim fatigue shirt.

Walking over to the table and laying his denim overshirt on the back of his chair, the platinum blonde simply said, “Because it's true.”

The atmosphere in the room wasn't heavy per say, but it wasn't light either. You felt like something happened today, something to put him in a sort of mood. And not a good one either. You really didn't want to stoke his mood into a roaring fire of unliveable sassy attitude, so you didn't say a teasing word back to him.

No, you just carried the bowls of stew over to the small table as Coryo took his seat at it. You couldn't help, but slip on a smile at the sight of your giant of a boyfriend dwarfing the sorry excuse for a kitchen table you had. Hell, the table looked more like a small school desk as he sat at it.

Silently, Coryo followed your every move with his icy eyes. He watched as you set the food on the table before fetching the bottle of milk from the fridge. Coryo knows how luxurious fresh milk is, so he's proud that he can buy it for you. He himself went without it for so many years in the Capitol.

The Snow family always seemed to go without; to struggle within the safe borders of the Capitol. Something that he was supposed to change. Coriolanus was supposed to dig his family out of poverty, but instead his family's been torn apart.

All because Tigris lied to him about how bad things really were.

Fuck!

He would've found a way to get her the money for the back taxes, to avoid a foreclosure on the Snow ancestral home, if she would've only told him that she couldn't pay.

How could Tigris, his own cousin, do that to Grandma’am; to him? And most of all to you.

You!

Who he promised to whisk away to the Capitol once he was able to. Now where are the both of you going to go when he gets clearance as an Elite Officer to return home: to the Capitol? He sure as hell can't bring you to the above club shoebox apartment Pluribus gave Tigris.

And to think that his Grandma’am's dying from a broken heart because her home was taken from her. Her beloved rooftop rose garden that was her joy is now withered if not destroyed by the highest bidder. To think that the old lady's in hospice, due to no will to live, all because Tigris couldn't be honest about the back taxes.

Damnit, fucking bitch should've worked a few corners to come up with the money. Anything to pay the past due taxes; keep the Snow family penthouse in the Snow family.

Where it belongs.

The sound of the milk glasses lightly clinking against the warped wooden table tore Coriolanus out of his thoughts. Watching you sit down next to him, he grabbed his spoon and told you, “Darling, let's promise not to lie to each other. Shall we?”

Oh boy, something definitely happened to him today. You didn't know what, but his remark about lying to each other tipped you off that he was lied to and he's upset about it.

Picking up your own spoon, you tell him, “I promise I won't lie to you, Coryo.”

“And I won't lie to you, Y/N. Which is why I have to tell you something very unsettling.”

Something very unsettling? What the hell did he do, shoot somebody during target practice? Murder somebody for a spot on the Elite Officer's Examine roster? Hell, the suspense is killing you.

Not literally, just figuratively.

“Today I talked to my cousin, Tigris, on the phone in the base’s communications center and I learned that things are worse than I thought they were back home: in the Capitol.” He revealed in between eating his stew.

Having a bad feeling, you asked, “What's wrong, Coryo?”

“The Snow penthouse has been seized and put into foreclosure for unpaid back taxes.” Coryo spat out, his eyes full of anger, as he held his spoon so hard that it was about to bend between his fingers.

His family home foreclosed due to back taxes. Oh boy… You weren't expecting to hear that. You can only imagine how high priced the taxes are in the Capitol considering how pricey things are in the districts. Capitol City, Panem is full of rich elites or wannabe rich elites, so…Yea…The price tag on things in the Gem of Panem, the Capitol, is surely higher than in the rest of the country.

“Tigris told me that everything was fine, but she lied.” Shaking his head, he tossed his spoon in his bowl, causing a loud clang to ring out. “I've been sending home money, assuming that Tigris was using it wisely, but now I don't even know what she did with it.” Reaching for his milk glass, he dryly added, “She didn't pay the taxes, that much I know.”

Reaching forward and placing your hand on top of his, you gave him an empathetic look. You felt for him, for his family. “Coryo, I'm sorry she lied; made you think everything’s ok when it isn't.”

Your boyfriend threads your fingers together, holding your hand, as he sips on his milk. He can't help, but feel lucky to have you. You're being so supportive and understanding about his family's fall from grace.

About him losing the Snow ancestral home. The home that he was supposed to take you to.

Placing his glass down after drinking from it, Coryo shook his head while gritting out, “And now Grandma’am's in hospice, dying of a broken heart, because she was forced out of her home.”

Poor Coryo…

To lose his home, his grandma, and to be lied to by his cousin.

“Seems like we've got more in common than what meets the eye.” You told him, letting him know that you sympathized with his situation.

“It seems we do, darling.” Coryo nodded. Picking his spoon up and scooping a portion of stew out of his bowl, he repeated, “It seems we do.”

You're washing the dishes whenever you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist. Coryo's right behind you, hanging on you, but you don't pay him any mind. You just keep on washing the bowl in your hand with the sponge- a sponge that has seen better days.

Your boyfriend nuzzles his nose into your temple, inhaling your scent. Kissing your cheek, he swears, “I promise, once I'm an officer and get into a wealthy position I'll buy back our home. We'll live in it once again.”

“Don't make promises that you can't keep, Coryo.” You advised him, rinsing out the bowl and setting it aside on the makeshift drying rack (which was a cookie cooling rack resting on a dishtowel).

“I intend to keep that promise, baby.” He told you in between peppering kisses up and down your neck.

“Coryo, stop that. I still have dishes to do.” You sighed, trying and failing to wiggle out of his hold while starting on the second dirty bowl.

“One day when I become President and make you my First Lady you won't ever have to lift a finger to wash a dish ever again.” Coryo smoothly murmured, kissing the sweet spot right below your ear.

“To make me your First Lady you'll have to marry me, Mister President.” You sarcastically pointed out, rinsing soap suds and bubbles out of the bowl.

You're placing the bowl onto the drying rack whenever Coryo spins you around. Tipping your chin up, making your eyes lock onto his baby blues, he seriously tells you, “Once I get my officer’s stripes I'm going to marry you.”

The weight of his words comes crashing down on your head like an anvil in an old cartoon. “You really want to marry me?” You asked, not quite believing the situation to be real.

You're just some district girl that he got into trouble and felt pity for. Yes, he takes care of you, but making you his wife's a whole other story. That's a lifetime commitment considering divorce was abolished in the early years of Panem's creation- which was after the end of both WW3 and the 2nd Civil War, which coincided.

“Yes, baby.” The platinum blonde nodded. A wide smile spread across his face as he cemented his fate with the words of, “I'm going to marry you and give you the life that we both deserve as Snows once I get my officer's commission.”

“You know, people in the districts have different ceremonies then Capitolites do for marriages.” You informed him; knowing that you're going down a path you can't turn off of as you do. “Couples in 12 do a toasting by breaking bread at the hearth over a fire they stoke.”

“Too bad we don't have a fireplace.” Coriolanus seriously pouted.

Oh wow, he's serious about this marriage thing. Lucky you.

“Yes, too bad.” You half heartedly agreed with him. Resting your hands on his chest, you decided to explain what you learned about weddings in District 8. “I've heard that here in 8 most weddings are typically held on Tuesdays and Thursdays in November and December.”

Your boyfriend’s brow rose with interest. “December you say?”

“Yes.” You confirm as he strokes your cheek with his thumb. “The bride sews her own dress, which is typically blue or purple, and makes a large amount of food for the guests who stay for dinner and then a late supper. While family and friends are gathered at the house, the couple’s joined hands are bound by a strip of cloth; then they recite words or poetry to complete the ritual.”

“And this ritual’s binding in the eyes of District 8?” Coriolanus asked, holding your gaze with his icy eyes. Eyes that were filled with both trepidation and hope.

“It's binding in all of the districts. I'm not sure about the Capitol tho.”

Bringing his forehead to rest against yours, he simply said, “Mary me on Thursday. I'll bring Sejanus home with me and we'll do the 8 ceremony.”

Believing it impossible to marry so soon, you react with, “But that's in 2 days, Coryo. I'll barely have enough time to make a dress. Plus I have to cook food.”

Bringing his other hand up to your face, so he was cradling it between his large calloused hands, the platinum blonde told you, “I'll bring home some material for your dress tomorrow and the only guest you need to cook for is Sejanus. You don't need to cook up our entire pantry.” His lips ghosted over yours. “Let me take care of you; marry me, baby.”

If you say yes to this sudden spur of the moment wedding you'll be giving up your freedom. In the districts’ eyes you'll become Mrs. Snow, wife of a Peacekeeper. One who's certain he'll become an Elite Officer. Is that what you want?

Hell…

You honestly don't even know what you want. But you do know that you refuse to go cold and hungry ever again because you're alone and can barely get by.

So, for survival purposes, you give Coryo a smile and tell him, “I’ll marry you.”

Without warning, Coryo kisses you. His lips hungrily pressed against yours, as if he was a man starved and his only fulfillment came from your mouth. You moved your lips against his, which only caused him to deepen the kiss by slipping his tongue into your mouth. Your fingers twisted and dug into his white T-shirt as your tongues intimately danced while your lips clashed, pushing and pulling for purchase.

You let out a little breathless sigh as Coryo broke the kiss, pulling back slightly so the two of you could catch your breath.

Coryo's icy blue eyes were nearly black with lust as he looked into the windows of your soul. His large hands still cup your face as he confessed, “I’d love nothing more than to bring you to our bed and fuck you right now, but since we're to be married in 2 days I'll wait til the wedding night.”

“Oh, so you're going to make an honest woman out of me first before you corrupt me?” You asked, your tone a bit light and teasing.

What difference was a couple of days? It wasn't like you're from a rich aristocratic family that needs to see the sheets in the morning for proof of innocence lost and consummation.of marriage. You're a district girl, nobody in the districts care about purity til marriage, etc.

Besides, even before you agreed to marry him you knew you'd be fucking Coriolanus. He's your boyfriend, it comes with the territory. The only question was when.

Now you have your answer: this Thursday night- your district style wedding night.

Leaning his forehead against yours, Coryo steadfastly declared, “You can't corrupt someone who's willing to drink from the silver cup, my darling.”

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ivymarquis · 5 months

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Garnish

Pairing| Alex Keller x F!Reader Rating| M Content/Warnings| Free use smut (pre-negotiated terms), dirty talk, a brief sprinkle of dummification

For @glitterypirateduck's Alex Keller Challenge!!! lmao idk why I was so intimidated writing this. I haven't really been the biggest Keller girlie so I had no idea where to go with his voice. Obviously the best way to try and get a handle on it was to write a filthy PWP :) "I bet the neighbors know my name"

Alex would know those earrings anywhere.

They are, without question, his favorite pair of hers. And while a part of him has hoped she would decide to don them after his return home, until this morning the jewelry’d remained sitting in her jewelry box.

Of course they are his favorite for a very specific reason.

The idea of roleplaying a free use housewife fantasy just scratches a deep seated itch inside the both of them. He's already got plans- one day in the very near future- for how he wants to put a ring on that pretty finger. Take the 'house wife' part out of the fantasy by entrenching it firmly in reality where it belongs.

But right now his thoughts are focused less on the engagement band and more on the pair of earrings dangling with every tilt and move of her head. She's taunting him.

The "rules'' are pretty simple. If she's wearing the earrings, Alex has full rein to treat her to like a personal fuck doll whenever and wherever the mood strikes him and she'll go along with it. When she's done playing, the earrings go back in the jewelry box and their sex life is the same as any other couples.

The second he sees her- having walked from the mutual bedroom to their kitchen where he found her upon waking up- he decides that today will be a lot more fun if he takes a slightly different approach to start.

He gives zero acknowledgement of the dangly jewelry despite the fact that he knows she knows there's no way he didn't see them. Just gives a half-sleepy smile and presses an affectionate peck to her temple while murmuring "Good morning, pumpkin." and it takes everything in him to not crack a grin at the indignant look on her face.

No doubt she expects him to jump the moment she gives the go ahead. To pin her down against the cabinets with one arm, lift her skirt with the other and have his wicked wicked way with her.

Oh no, dear heart.

They sit and have a perfectly normal breakfast. Or at least Alex does. His pumpkin looks wild eyed and a little suspicious at his newfound self control. Clearly not expecting it and doesn't know what to do with herself about it.

"Did you sleep alright last night?" he poses the perfectly innocent question. He's being an asshole- he knows it, but he's having too much fun. He knows damn well she slept fine last night because he wore her ass out. Could barely keep her awake long enough to clean everything up.

"Yes, did you?"

"Like a baby. You seem a little jumpy though this morning- might want to watch the caffeine."

Oh she's watching something but it sure as shit wasn't the coffee.

After collecting the dishes and placing them in the sink, Alex whistled to himself while getting ready for the day. Nothing too exciting- just a few 'Honey Do's, after he put his poor girl out of her misery.

She's finding any reason she can to be in the same room as him and it's adorable. Looking for this, needing to place that- she flits in and around like she's worried he'll forget she's there if not in his line of sight.

Eventually an actual task takes her attention off of Alex and that's when he strikes.

She's bent over in front of the dryer, no doubt fishing some far-flung sock that refused to come along quietly with the rest of the laundry.

Well fuck, he can't refuse a sight like that.

He knows her well enough that as one heavy hand lands to grab her wrist, the other fists the back of her hair with enough force to keep her from banging her head against the dryer in case she startles- which she does.

Huh. He'd of thought for sure that maybe a part of her was playing up the whole 'being bent in half in front of the dryer' thing, but from that reaction he's starting to think she was actually just focused on the laundry for a split second.

He doesn't miss the way she relaxes against his hold now that his little game is up. "What a desperate little thing you are. I haven't even done anything and you're ready to roll on your back for me."

Now that he knows she's not going to split her head open on the edge of the dryer he releases her hair, his newly freed hand now reaching down to flip her skirt up.

The sight that greets him is enough to draw a low whistle from the man. "No panties? Naughty girl. Almost like you were expecting to get fucked today." he teases, chuckling to himself as she nods and presses her hips against the stiffening bulge in his pants. "And here I was being a mean, mean man and making my poor girl wait. Surprised you didn't have to clean up your seat after breakfast this morning."

"I was starting to wonder if you were ever going to actually do anything today," she can't help herself but to lightly grouse at him.

"That's the fun of me being in charge of when you get fucked today, pumpkin. I might bend you over every singular solid surface that can hold your weight, or I might make you wait. Choice is all mine."

Well, until she says otherwise. Or if she outright safewords. But that is a given.

His pretty girl is getting spoiled though if she's got time to be grumpy about not being bent over to her satisfaction.

One hand trails over her hip, teasing the exposed skin as he revels in how twitchy she is.

It takes prep- always does, always will. But they'd been at it for a good amount yesterday and with her presently about to melt into a puddle of desire and neglect after this morning, Alex is mindful but not too apprehensive as he opens his pretty girlfriend up on his fingers.

First one, just to confirm his suspicions- she's primed and wants to go, pressing back against him in anticipation as one becomes two. He knows that two of his is something akin to three of her own, and that finally seems to settle her down as his fingers stroke that spot inside of her that has her grabbing at the dryer for leverage and pushing back against it to press further into him.

"That's it, baby. Nice and fucking wet for me. You know what your job is, hm?" he purrs behind her.

"Yes," she pants quietly. "Alex, please-"

"You're spoiled, you know that?" he still ends up pressing an affectionate peck to her temple again, pulling out of her warm body to work on freeing himself one handed.

She's all too eager to help get things rolling- standing on her tip toes and arching her back. It makes it easy to slide into her, taking a few shallow, rolling thrusts to work himself all the way inside.

Rewarded with the sound of her pleased moans, Alex is quick to settle into a pace that he knows will get the pair of them rolling their eyes in no time. At this point he knows how to get her going as certainly as he does to get himself off.

"Oh my God- right there," she moans, her own hands scrambling for purchase against the dryer to brace. Alex bands one arm across her waist while the other continues to knead her hip, keeping her close to him as he thrusts.

'Yeah? That's the spot right there pumpkin?" he asks despite knowing the answer. He just likes watching how she'll go from a smart, capable woman to a dumb little cocksleave desperate for his cum with the right kind of prompting.

"Ye-ye-yeah," she confirms as he stays steadfast in his tempo.

"Fuck,” he groans at the wet heat of her clinging to him like she never wants him to leave her.

Letting go of her hip with one hand but keeping his other banded across her waist, Alex is all too happy to grope at her chest. Fingers plucking at her pebbled nipples- rolling and pinching one before switching to pay attention to the other. Those hitching breaths work in time to his ministrations as he works her up just to pull his hand away from her bust in favor of her clit.

Now that got her attention, each thrust of his hips and slow stroke of his fingers being rewarded with his name a constant chant in her mouth- Alex Alex Alex Alex-

“That good, pumpkin? You gonna- fuck- make a mess for me? Come on, honey, ask me for it,” he goads.

She’s sputtering and scrambling to get her brain in working order- trying to be a good girl. Fucking adorable.

“Alex- fuck,- hgn- Alex- please! Let me- let me,” her brain struggling to play catch up.

“All ya gotta do is ask, honey. You can do that, can’t you?” Pressing another chase kiss to her temple, the dichotomy is not lost on him paired with the absolute filthy noises coming from where they’re joined. She’s gagging for it- literally can’t get the words out of her mouth in the right order. “Must be fucking you good if you can’t even talk properly,” he teases, a grin escaping him when she shoots him a glare over her shoulder. “I bet the neighbors know my name,” the uppity ones who seem to think they’re above socializing with any of the other tenants in the building- brushing off anyone who tries to get to know them.

God they must fucking hate Alex when he’s home after being sent out on mission.

“Alex please! Let me cum, please!”

His fingers kept up that maddening pace until his ears finally register that she did, in fact, use her words.

And Alex is nothing if not a man of his word.

He knows exactly how to change the quiet strumming of his stroking fingertips from the teasing touches meant to ramp her up, and the ones meant to drag her across the finish line.

Those pretty thighs are trembling as Alex plays her like a fiddle. She cums with a cry, seemingly caught off guard by how intense it is.

It doesn’t take much more to get Alex chasing his own end.

He finishes without much fanfare Pulls out, tucks himself away, pulls her skirt down and kisses her temple again before leaving a shaking mess left to sort out the laundry.

Much like breaking the seal on a night out of drinking- now that he’s given into the temptation he just cannot stop the rest of the day. The second his refractory period is up and he feels ready to go another round, he’s seeking her out within the house and can’t wait to climb on top of her.

He may or may not be the reason that lunch burns that day a few hours later. It’s a worthy reason though, and he happily orders takeout as an apology.

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honeybleed · 4 months

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thorns ⋆ caesar zeppeli

part one

content & warnings: fem!reader, canon compliant, joseph is a childhood friend, speedwagon is reader’s adoptive father, fluff, smut (virginity loss) mdni & happy ending

author’s note: reupload LAWL also dis fanart fye af ALSOOO part one of this was my very first fic on this blog? (meaning the smut was terrible) time flies fr bc i legit remember in january every time i came on here it was like an echo chamber of me talking to myself, my page was hideous asf, fic layouts raggedy now i’ve made so much good mutuals n memories ☹️ eee but weirdly enough i actually prefer the older fics compared to my latest ones.

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You were bored beyond your mind.

And you've been bored since those two had taken off for their Hamon training. You'd lost track of time.

Speedwagon drops by here and there, but he's always busy regardless.

You can't do anything about it. It's been an endless cycle of sunbathing at the hotel's pool, getting hit on by random guests, and mustering poor Italian to say you don't speak the language with a thank you but no thank you.

Today, you decided to do things differently and sit in the living room of the suite and quietly settle down with a book.

But you started to feel fidgety and restless. Usually, you had a good attention span when it came to reading. It was your favorite thing to do. However, you catch yourself reminiscing a lot about the day you had spent with Caesar.

Hell, you'd even put up with Caesar and Joseph's incessant bickering since the silence was driving you up the wall.

Caesar.

You found yourself daydreaming about him more often than you should.

It was bad enough that the man was so devastatingly gorgeous he'd make a nun rethink her vows but to have felt his hands on your body, those forest green eyes that gazed at you with adoration and warmth.

"Y/N!" You hear a familiar resolute voice boom, dragging you out of your slightly crude thoughts.

While Speedwagon had been a lot more stressed resulting in his jolly manner withering slightly, you could see he was returning to his old self once again. "My sunshine!"

"Ew, I have not heard that nickname in nearly a decade, let's keep it that way." You snarked as he bustled towards you.

"What happened to my little girl, huh?" He countered.

"Life. Anyways, you seem to be in an awfully good mood. Care to enlighten me?"

"I noticed how reclusive you've become since Jojo's departure-"

"What-"

"I noticed how reclusive you've become since Jojo's departure-"

"What-"

"So I took the liberty of getting you an invite to Caesar and Jojo's mentor's home. Usually, they are a pretty private person but you know me!"

"Yep, the man, the legend himself, Robert E.O Speedwagon." You grinned as you reached up to clasp his shoulder.

"Dad to you." He chastised.

Soon enough, a tall, elegant woman with dark brown hair that cascaded past her shoulders, eyes blue as the ocean, and fair skin that looked like porcelain greeted you and Speedwagon.

They exchanged pleasantries. It seemed like they knew each other well.

She turned to focus on you with her piercing gaze as if she were analysing you.

"Ah, you must be Speedwagon's daughter. He doesn't know how to shut up about you." She snickered as she put a hand on her hip. You looked at Speedwagon who shook his head.

"Nice to meet you." You said, with a polite smile.

"I can't possibly begin to imagine how a timid thing like you was dealing with Joseph for that long." She said, with a brow raised.

"On the contrary." Speedwagon interjected. "She developed a venomous tongue being stuck with him for so long."

"What?! No, I haven't-"

"Lies."

As you followed after the woman, whose stride maintained grace and elegance, she described the grand manor but you knew she was withholding pretty big information. however, you knew better than to pry.

"Suzi Q!" She called out, and a young lady bounded towards her, smiling from ear to ear.

"Yes, Madam Lisa Lisa?"

"This is Y/N, she'll be our guest for the day so cater to her. I have business elsewhere to take care of but I'll be back tomorrow morning. Is that alright?" She told the lady who nodded enthusiastically.

"Go ahead Madam, I'll take good care of the house. Just leave it to me!" Suzi affirmed.

"I'll show you around, then we can have lunch!" She smiled at you.

"So...you're friends of Jojo and Caesar?" She asked as you walked with her side by side.

"Well, I met Caesar fairly recently.." You muttered, butterflies bursting in your stomach as you remembered the day you spent with him as well as your daydreams. "And Jojo has been by my side for some years now. How are you finding them?"

"Oh." Suzi gasped. "I guess I don't talk to them much since I'm occupied with errands..."

"But Caesar is a sweetheart! Jojo seems moody around him but he's sorta eye candy." She giggled, cheeks dusted with pink.

You snorted to yourself.

You saw many girls crush on Joseph throughout the years. In the beginning, he was pretty oblivious, and still in the childhood mindset of "yucky".

Then you became adolescents and he didn't retain any of the famous gentlemanly charm of his grandfather's that Speedwagon and Erina gushed about.

He then morphed into the textbook stereotype pervert who made jokes about being a Peeping Tom and panty raids. But you were both in your early twenties now, so you hoped he'd grown out of that.

As cynical as you were.

"Well, a sweet girl like you is too good for him." You stated as you sat at the tea table adorned with doilies on the balcony, which overlooked the glimmering, turquoise sea.

"Hey! I don't like him or anything!" She quipped, defensive.

"My bad." You responded with hands in the air. "Your body language seems to be telling a different story though." You teased as soon as she was out of earshot.

She brought a tray with a large jug of lemonade and ice with some small bite-sized snacks and conversed with you.

Small talk usually seemed tedious but with Suzi Q's eccentric and ditzy demeanor, it was lively, to say the least.

You returned the vigor and asked her about working for Lisa Lisa, which she didn't have much to say other than she was grateful.

"OI! TEACH, WHERE ARE YOU?!" A voice called out. In swaggered none other than Joseph, who froze and did a double take when he saw you sat opposite Suzi.

"Jojo..!" Suzi tittered. "How many times do I have to tell you to refer to Madam Lisa Lisa formally?!"

"Gah! What is she doing here?!" Jojo exclaimed as he gestured towards you.

"Hello to you too, Jojo." You responded, wryly. It was almost as if he liked to act dense on purpose.

"She's a guest! And you better show some manners." Suzi said, firmly.

"Or what?" Joseph questioned, a smirk on his face.

"Ignore him."

"Where's Caesar?" You asked. You purposely asked now to get under Joseph's skin but you were curious nonetheless.

"Oh...I haven't seen him today." She said. "I wish I could help."

"Don't worry. You've been a gracious host." You reassured her as you reached out to pat her shoulder.

"Typical. She visits and doesn't even check on me." Joseph said, scathingly.

"You just got here, you numbskull." You said, haughtily as you elbowed his side. As you and Suzi sat opposite each other on the round, small table, Joseph had been looming over the two of you.

"I just think you just like to compete with Caesar over everything." You snapped.

Suzi burst into hysterics.

"Oh my god, how did I not notice that before?" She cackled. "Even at dinner, he tries to finish first!"

"Suzi!" Joseph called out. "Why are you telling her that...?!"

"Just an observation." Suzi responded nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders.

It was a ridiculous sight, a six-foot-five man sulking like a toddler. Which made it all the more funnier.

"How's training for...whatever." You asked, turning to face Joseph in your chair.

"None of your business!" He retorted.

"Forget I even asked."

"It's super secret Hamon business. Non-Hamon users aren't allowed to know." He continued.

"I got it the first time." You said, drily.

"Yep, powerless humans have no jurisdiction in this-"

"WE GET IT!" You and Suzi both exclaimed in unison, then stared at each other wide-eyed. The surreality of it made the two of you double over in laughter.

"So you two bond over bullying me?!" He cried out.

You stood up from the seat to reach out a hand to pinch his cheek which was an arduous task in itself with how chiseled his face was, but you still managed to tug on some skin causing him to yelp out in pain.

"What's the matter? I thought powerless humans-"

"Okay, okay, I apologise! Let go." He whined and you obliged.

"Your boyfriend is on the rooftop. I beat him." He said triumphantly with a smug look on his face.

"Oh, I'm sure you did." You drawled. "Does Jojo want a cookie?" causing Suzi to snort.

"Your venom-laced tongue will not take away from my achievement, harpy!"

You hooked your fingers to replicate a claw and did a slashing motion as you hissed. Then turned on your heel to head to the rooftop.

"Be gone!" He called out.

You made your way up onto the rooftop as the sunset. The sky was painted with magnificent shades of oranges and yellows.

It was a familiar setting when you had approached him on the balcony at the hotel which seemed like forever ago.

He sat with one leg stretched out, the other knee bent.

"Hello, stranger." You grinned. His eyes widened at the sight of you.

He choked out your name.

"What are you doing here? I thought-"

For a split second, it seemed as if he was scrambling to discreetly dispose of the cigarette, much to no avail.

"You smoke?" You spoke up.

He gave you a sheepish look.

"Bad habit of mine.." He muttered as he rubbed the back of his neck. "It comes and goes. More so when I'm stressed."

"Can't be good for you." You remarked. "But you didn't need to try and hide it from me, I don't judge."

He snorted.

"Yeah, I guess that was pretty foolish of me. I shouldn't tell you but I asked Jojo about you here and there since you two are childhood friends. He's not the best I know but I missed you a lot. He said you're pretty uppity and picky about things. And hate the smell of cigarettes."

"That Jojo.." You mumbled under your breath. "Well, what's wrong with having standards?" You said, a little irritated as you folded your arms.

"Nothing, nothing!" Caesar chuckled, his eyes curled up into crescents as he held out his palms.

"You can ask me anything you want to know about me. Don't ask that idiot." You said, airily.

"Next time. When this is all over I want to know all about you." He said, adamantly. He seemed so serious, your heart swelled a bit.

You cleared your throat.

"I missed you too." You said. "There's not much to do at the hotel, most people would be grateful to be at a five-star hotel in Rome but I'm bored. I miss my tour guide."

"Yeah, maybe after all this I'll go into tourism or something." He snickered.

"Oh, absolutely not. All those women would be drooling over you, not paying attention to a word you gotta say about the tourist attractions."

"Hmm?" Caesar raised a brow. "Do I hear a hint of jealousy?"

You spluttered in disbelief.

"No! And I'll have you know back at the hotel I have a lot of admirers too." You responded.

"So now I have to fight for your affection?" He questioned.

"No way." You said, rather earnestly.

"I'm all about you, Caesar." You thought to yourself but didn't dare to utter those words aloud.

"Why are you stressed out?" You changed the subject, eyes boring into his.

"Huh?"

"You said you smoke when you're stressed, so.."

"I've been thinking a lot. More than I usually do. I didn't know you were coming to visit but when I saw you I had some foreign feeling of anxiety. I never feel anxious around women."

You bit your tongue. You hoped he wasn't going to start talking about other women. Otherwise, that dimwit Joseph was going to be right. And you wouldn't hear the end of it.

"Caesar, don't say it." You snorted.

"What was I going to say?"

You did your best attempt at a husky male voice.

"But you're not like other women."

He stared at you stunned for a moment, jaw slack.

"...But why not?" He asked, with a stifled laugh.

"Well, it's just sloppy."

"But what if that's how I feel about you?"

"That I'm not like other women? I am like other women. I want to be loved. I want to be acknowledged. I want the man I have feelings for, to be honest and vulnerable with me."

His eyes darkened. He rose from where he sat and stood directly in front of you. Towering over you. So close, his fragrance like the ocean wafted to your nose. So close, you could see the texture of his skin.

"What has being honest ever gotten anybody, Y/N? People use it to their advantage and against you." He responded, in a scornful tone.

You winced a little.

There were the walls he built up. You remember that day again. Where he laughed it off. But you and Caesar were only twenty. He spent his early years suffering abandonment and neglect.

"So you think going around being so shielded is beneficial to you, Caesar? Yeah, it's daunting to open up to anybody. That fear of betrayal will be there but once you do, it's unlike anything in this world. If anything, it makes intimacy so much better."

He was at a loss for words. He turned away again, to face out towards the sunset.

"We are going to a private island, tomorrow tonight. Most of Lisa Lisa's students never make it back. I don't doubt my skills whatsoever but I'm...thinking of those who came before me."

It was your turn to remain silent as you listened.

"I need to avenge my family."

There was a lot that you wanted to say to Caesar. But his voice was full of a lot of things.

Resolve, determination, anguish but the largest component of them all was fury.

Speedwagon had given you very little information on what exactly Caesar and Joseph were doing. You knew it linked to his abduction and the work of the Speedwagon Foundation.

But he said the less you knew the better. The last thing anybody wanted was for you to be entangled, especially considering you had little to no combat skills.

"If that's what you feel like you must do...then go ahead."

"What, you're not going to advise me against it? Tell me it's pointless and it's suicide?"

"I can't...change your mind on something you feel so strongly about." You stated.

"Y/N!" You heard Suzi call out. "Your driver is here!"

"Okay, I'm coming!" you called back out to her.

"Well, that's me." you said to Caesar. "It's a shame we didn't get to spend too long together."

"Why can't you stay longer...?" He questioned.

"I said I'd go back. So.."

"But an hour with Caesar feels like seconds." bounced in your mind as you sat in the backseat of the car.

"Is something the matter, Miss?" The chauffeur asked, catching a glimpse of your worried expression in the rearview mirror.

"I need to do something, I'll be right back." You said, hurriedly as you pushed the car door open. You shut it and began to rush towards the building you had just left.

As you hurried with a million thoughts running through your head, you cursed yourself for wearing suede pumps.

Caesar squinted his eyes when he saw a familiar figure bounding towards him.

"...Y/N?" Caesar questioned. "What's wrong, oof!-"

He was immediately cut off as you threw yourself onto him. Arms draped around his shoulders, chests flush against each others. You crushed your lips against his own, not knowing the right words.

First, he was frozen.

When you pulled away, you blinked worried that this had been a bad decision.

You should've asked, damn it.

Then it was his turn to envelop your lips with his own and kiss you feverishly as he cradled the sides of your face.

Whilst your kiss had been impulsive, and albeit unskilled. His was beyond passionate.

Which sent jolts throughout your body and made you groan against his mouth. Undignified to say the least but at that very moment in time you could care less about your image.

It was all him. You couldn't get enough of him.

"I’ll stay over, I don't care if i'm crashing." You sighed.

"I can't bear to be apart from you any longer, Y/N." Caesar said, voice grave as he clasped your hands. "If that makes me greedy, then so be it."

After your little over top scene, you followed back to his room to talk properly once more.

"I want to build something great with you but it scares me thinking I could fall victim to my father and grandfather's tragic fate. I'm not scared of death but to leave you heartbroken would destroy me." Caesar declared, voice wavering.

The entirety of his statement, he didn't take his eyes off of you.

"Stop it." You choked out.

"Stop what?"

"If...you have these feelings for me like the way you say you do then let me make my choice. Don't push me away because you think it's for my own good." You insisted.

"But Y/N..." Caesar groaned.

"Enough Caesar! Damn it, you can't protect everybody. You can't always be there to stop-"

Your rant stopped when you felt him take the hand that was on your lap up to his lips to interlock his fingers with your own and press his lips against the back of your hand.

"You're really adorable when you're angry, you know?" He said, softly as he beamed at you.

Your brows knitted together in frustration. He clearly was used to smooth talking his way out of heated situations. And you hated how this was working as the tips of your ears began to burn.

"Be thankful I have a headache and don't want to argue with you anymore. You’re annoying." You retorted, pulling out of his grasp and standing up from the seat.

"What's the problem, my love? Have you eaten?" He asked, a little concernedly and it dawned on you the last time you'd consumed anything was noon when Suzi brought the tray.

"Drop the pet names-"

"Over my dead body-"

"Caesar." You said through gritted teeth.

"Okay, over my alive body with beautiful formed pecs and-" He paused as you narrowed your eyes at him.

"I ate when I came here." You stated.

"That was almost twelve hours ago, Jesus Christ!" He exclaimed. "Go downstairs, we need to get you dinner stat." He said, ushering you out of the room.

"Caesar!" You protested.

"No ifs and buts about it!"

"You can't just drop statement of the century and expect me to stomach dinner." You grumbled. "And that was nine hours ago, you big baby."

"Key word, almost." He snapped.

Soon enough, you watched Caesar having a civil conversation with Joseph and Suzi across the dining table.

Well, Joseph seemed to be ranting but that was nothing out of the ordinary.

You're four young adults in this giant manor, you're not unruly teenagers.

There isn't this expectation of you guys to wreck Lisa Lisa's estate. Well, unless Suzi wanted to lose her job and Caesar and Joseph wanted their mentor to kick their asses with her advanced level Hamon skills.

Caesar catches you gazing at him, as he swirls around the wine in his cup and in return gives you a wink. A gesture that would normally have you rolling your eyes but instead it makes your heart leap to your throat.

You pulled a face at him and went back to your thoughts as they continued their heated debate. Knowing Suzi for a day, you wish you knew how her brain worked.

Would it really be so wrong to let loose with Caesar? The only person who was making such a big fuss about his player ways was Joseph and you were sure he probably had caught a case of the green eyed monster regarding that.

What would be worst case scenario if you did let yourself be 'seduced' by the man? He was easy on the eyes, and that was putting it lightly.

Though you'd only known each other for a short period of time, there was no denying that he had strong feelings for you and cared about you.

You'd prided yourself on your image as a lady since being adopted. You sneered and turned your nose up at dozens of admirers. Deeming them not good enough for your standards.

There was a particular trait that you held close to your heart. Attentiveness.

You bid all three good night as you made your way to the guest bedroom Suzi showed you, but began to stall in the hallway when you could see Caesar.

It was slightly humiliating how you seemed to be drawn towards him like magnets no matter what. He caught your glance for what seemed like the umpteenth time that night and gestured for you to go towards him.

"Am I that dashing?" He asked with his familiar, cocky grin.

"You know the answer." You snorted.

"You need to rest." He said, tentatively as he reached out a finger to stroke the side of your face.

"Says the one who does rigorous training for days on end." You scoffed.

"My point still stands." He said, firmly. "Sleep."

"How the hell do you even do this thing?!" You muttered under your breath.

"What...are you talking about?" He said, desperately trying to keep in his laughter.

"How the hell do you initiate sex?!" You blurted out, the two last words of the sentence feeling gross in your mouth.

Caesar's eyes immediately widened as he stared at you, absolutely dumbstruck at what came out of your mouth.

"This...this was a bad idea. I’ll go now, forget this ever happened." You said hurriedly as you turned on your head to rush away.

Suddenly, you felt a heavy force yank you in the opposite direction of where you were heading.

"Caesar!" You hissed. "What are you-"

Your body was flush against his own which seemed to add fuel to the uncontrollable inferno that was your humiliation.

He cupped your face tenderly as he chuckled at you.

"I hope you don't go to other people's bedrooms asking how to 'initiate sex.'" He said, a little lowly.

"...No." You responded, lowering your gaze in an attempt to avoid eye contact. He tilted your chin upwards with his forefinger.

"So only for me?" He asked in his honeyed voice.

You were sure he was trying to kill you with this. He had to be.

"...I guess."

"What’s the hurry?" He grinned, then began to usher you into his bedroom this time.

"I just...wanted to do it with somebody I like."

"Hmm? Was Jojo a contender?"

"Caesar." You deadpanned. "Gross."

"Fine, fine. so i'm just an experiment to you?"

"No!" You protested. "That's not, I-"

"I’m just kidding, cara mia." He snickered.

"Pet name-"

"Learn to live with it." He interjected. "I guess there's no solid rulebook of how to initiate sex but I guess the term you meant was how to make a move." He said imitating your voice causing you to shove him.

"But what made you decide that?"

"I’ve abided by rules all this time and quite honestly this entire trip made me realize its just held me back." You stated.

"And quite honestly, I'm crazy about you Caesar Zeppeli." You thought to yourself.

You swallowed thickly as caesar leaned closer and closer to mould his lips against yours. The only sound in the room was him lewdly smacking your lips which made you hum slightly.

He smelt so pleasant. He always had this aroma of sea salt and and soapy bubbles. It wafted to your nose and entranced you.

He ran his nose against your neck causing you to shiver.

"Caesar...I-"

"What is it?" He asked, voice barely an octave as his lush lips gently made a trail upwards from your collarbone to your jawline.

"I'm just nervous...that I won't be good at this at all.." You stuttered.

He pulled away from his ministrations to make intense eye contact with you, and somehow his eyes piercing deep into yours seemed even more intimate than him suckling on your neck a few seconds ago.

"Y/N, there's no such thing about being good at intimacy." He said, voice slightly firm.

"...Huh?"

"If you’re worried that you won't be able to make me feel good, well that's just not possible. You letting me touch and feel you is all I need, you understand?"

"...Caesar." You breathed out, shakily.

You hated this.

You hated how much he could reduce you to a nervous, bumbling mess. You were a woman with thoughts and intellect. But a conversation with Caesar would always leave your mind blank.

"I'll take the lead, okay? Don't feel any pressure. And if you don't want this I’m more than willing to stop-"

"No!" You blurted out, instantly regretting it. His eyes widened. "No. I want this, I want you. I’d be a fool to let this chance go, I’ve been dreaming about this for so long."

"Well, I'm truly honoured. And I would do anything to make you happy." He said, gently as he curled his index finger and gently stroked it against your cheek.

He reached out to take your hand in his own, and brought it to his lips as he gazed at you intently.

"So..will you let be your first?"

"Yes. Please, Caesar."

And with that, you were hauled onto his lap with absolute ease from his end. He began to undress you, unzipping your dress. You pulled it over your head, tossing it to the ground.

Revealing your black, lacy bra, you felt your cheeks heat up as he took in the sight.

You were half naked, and you were soon going to be shed of all garments soon, which caused a pang of nervousness. You tensed slightly, which caesar immediately noticed.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes..I should probably help you out of your clothes too.." You tittered as your hands hesitantly reached the hem of his tight pastel blue t-shirt.

He let out a chuckle.

"See, you worried for nothing. You know what you're doing. Just, follow your instincts. Whatever you want to do, I’m sure I’ll enjoy."

You simply blinked at him.

You pondered, there was one thing you'd always wanted to do since laying eyes on him.

Your hands began to skim across his well defined abdominals, then paused at his pectorals, cupping them. They were so cushy, you wanted to giggle.

He let out a snort, finding you absolutely adorable. Your thumb circled his nipple, making him hiss a little.

"Sorry! Did that hurt?!" You gasped, horrified.

"Y/N, relax...you just caught me off guard." Caesar chortled as he clamped your wrist in an attempt to stop you scuttling off like a scared forest animal.

"Okay...okay."

You draped your free arm around his broad shoulders, and leaned in close to envelop his lips with yours. He reciprocated the gesture, moving against your own.

Your other hand made its way to the back of his head, softly gripping the roots of his blonde locks causing him to groan into your mouth. You massaged his scalp as you felt his large, calloused hand settle on the small of your back.

He licked your bottom lip as if he was requesting entrance and you willingly obliged. You swore you almost lost your balance and toppled over when his warm, wet tongue began to massage your own.

As much as you wanted to go slow, and Caesar by all costs did not want to rush you, the sensations you were experiencing were making you beyond flustered.

Your lower abdomen felt a spring begin to coil and your nether regions by its own accord was beginning to throb.

Pulling away for air, you ran your palms across his biceps and laid down on the pillow. He caged you between his arms, his large figure entrapping you.

He still managed to balance himself where you could feel some of his weight but not the point where you were suffocated.

His hand slowly slid up your arm and interlocked with your fingers.

"I’ve wanted you like this for so long." He murmured between kisses. "Always thinking of you, only you."

"You're killing me here, Caesar." You sighed.

Your body was on fire, tingling everywhere. The man was serious. Ensuring no part of you was left untouched.

Biting and tugging on your ear lobe, which made you squeak and dissolve into giggles. Gliding his tongue against your lower abdominals, maintaining eye contact which made you need him even more.

Kissing your neck, the tops of your breasts, hand running up and down your back. He was everywhere and it was perfect. You were losing yourself in this moment with Caesar.

"Sit up." He said, voice assertive and you wordlessly obliged.

His hands slid to undo your bra. It was long time coming but he knew you were shy.

Being naked in front of him felt beyond daunting but he had put so much effort in comforting you and putting your arousal first it seemed pointless in shying away.

The bra clattered onto your lap, then he dashed it onto the floor. He pushed you back down again and began to tenderly plant kisses on your right breast as his hand kneaded the left one.

Your back immediately arched and you let out a gasp. You knew your breasts were sensitive but having a him touching and kissing them was in a different ball park.

Minutes of attention from Caesar's end felt like hours and you felt damp stickiness cling to the fabric of your underwear as well as how hard he was which he seemed to be ignoring.

He pulled away from what was the dozenth kiss, strings of saliva connecting the two of you as he gazed at you, eyes blown with lust.

"I'm gonna go get...protection." He said, voice deeper than you've ever heard. Usually Caesar's voice was light and airy.

He reached over to the bedside table then suddenly yanked the covers away.

"Sorry, I just need to see..."

"Jesus." He said in awe after he pulled down your underwear and flung it across the room.

"...What?"

"No, I just did a good job I suppose." He chuckled darkly.

"Not his cocky side coming out during sex." You thought to yourself. Well it was fine, it made him sexier.

He pried your legs open and slowly inserted one finger into your warmth. The pad of his thumb began to trace circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves which caused you to jerk.

You let out a pathetic mewl at the feeling. It was overwhelming to say the least. And the longer he wasn't inside of you, the more torturous it felt.

"Caesar, please." You said, nearly in tears.

"What's the problem?" He asked, feigning ignorance.

"I want you so bad, please."

"Hearing you beg is cute, but I won't tease you any longer. You poor thing." He snorted as he yanked off his own underwear and lined himself against you.

Your eyes widened as he pushed himself into your plush, velvety walls and stretched you out. You'd never felt this feeling before.

"...Fuck." Caesar grunted against your ear, warm breath tickling the shell. You let out another gasp as he began to thrust slowly.

"Sorry for cursing..." He said in a strangled tone. "But you feel so fucking good.."

Your hands flew to grip against the bare skin of his broad shoulders and your nails anchored into the flesh of his skin.

You winced at the ache.

"Caesar, it hurts.." You whined.

"I know...just breathe, okay? It’s...gonna fade away, darling i promise." He murmured.

Meeting your lips once again, in an attempt to soothe the pain.

He began to pick up his pace before you said anything. It was almost as if he could read your mind.

Your right hand trailed up to settle on the nape of his neck and entangled your fingers in his hair.

"God, you're perfect.." He choked out. "Are you close?"

You nodded without hesitation.

"I'm..."

You hated how dazed you were throughout it all. You were reduced to some sort of babbling mess who couldn't even string coherent sentences together.

The feeling came in waves, the way his hips rolled deliciously against you was the final push and a cry tore from your throat as your body went limp.

Caesar came close, seconds apart from you as he let out strangled gasps and buried his face into your neck.

"Thank you for making me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world." You said, shyly.

"Why would you thank me, beauty? You shouldn't need me to feel that." He said, firmly as he tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear and leaned in to give a long, languid kiss which ignited your insides again.

You pushed him away with a hand on his chest as you laughed.

Hs looked a little surprised at the shove.

"You're too much for me." You sighed happily.

"Is that so?" He murmured as he pulled your face in with a hand and enveloped your top lip.

"Yep!" You nodded, giggles taking over.

"Bye Caesar, bye Jojo!" You chirped happily out from the back seat as the windows were rolled down. "Thank you for everything, Suzi!"

"No problem at all!" She called out, beaming.

Joseph turned his nose up at you, Caesar gave a wave as your car began to drive off.

"I have never seen her so...over the moon." Joseph stated, arms folded. He turned to Caesar.

"You happy?" He said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Caesar responded, pulling a face.

"I'm sure the whole neighborhood could hear you two."

"Don't tell her that, I'm sure she'll tear her hair out." Caesar sighed as he shook his head.

"...You better treat her right, you know." Joseph said, voice frosty.

"She means the world to me, Jojo. The day I mistreat her is the day I’ve lost my senses." He said firmly, emerald eyes stormy. "I want to marry her when we get back."

"Not if I get married first!" Joseph exclaimed.

Caesar wrinkled his nose at Joseph and walked away from him.

"Caesar, come back! I was only joking! You better let me be your groomsman then!" Joseph said as he chased up to Caesar and attempted to headlock him.

Caesar tried to maintain a face in disgust as he squirmed away from Joseph’s grip but a smile tugged at his lips, regardless.

Twelve years later

You leaned against the doorway of your kitchen after you kicked off your heels in the hallway.

"What's cookin', good lookin'?" You grinned.

"Who would've thought my wife would become a cornball, huh?" Caesar chuckled.

"You definitely rubbed off on me." You sighed as he placed the pot on a dormant stove and pulled you in for a hug.

"How dare you? I’m furtherest thing from corny!" He cried out, causing you to snicker.

"How's work? You tired?" He asked, softly.

"I can't remember a time where I wasn't tired.." You laughed as you rested your head against his chest.

"My poor baby.." He tutted as he swayed you side to side. You felt his palms begin to slide downwards to the curve of your backside.

"I just knew there was an ulterior motive to this hug." You snickered then gasped loudly as he pinched the flesh causing you to jolt.

"Mmh, you know I can't get enough of you." He said lowly, as he rested his forehead against yours. He trailed open mouth kisses along the column of your throat, sending shudders down your spine.

"Caesar.." you sighed against his lips.

"Yes, my love?"

"You know...we have guests...soon...we can't..." You murmured between his constant kisses.

"You don't think I know?" He chuckled, then released you from his firm grip. "I'll lay off for now, but I'm holding you to that later."

"If I'm even awake.." You muttered, out of his earshot.

You heard a familiar pounding from the stairs as the little boy bounded towards you.

"Mommy! I missed you!" The boy exclaimed as he draped his arms around your neck.

"Hi baby! I missed you even more!" You cooed as you showered your beloved son with kisses. "What did you do today? Tell me, tell me!"

"Cleaned my room for Holly!" He said, triumphantly.

"That's my good boy!" You grinned.

"Hey!" Caesar pouted. "How come Daddy doesn't get this type of response...?"

"Cos you're home all the time, duh!" Your son retorted.

"Oh, he got you good." You cackled as you threw your head back.

"Whatever." Caesar muttered as he went back to preparing food.

"What time did Suzi say they were coming over again?" You asked.

"Like six-ish. Joseph's work schedule is a nightmare." Caesar stated. The doorbell rang.

"Speak of the devil, huh?"

"I'm gonna go to my room! I can't wait to show Holly my new toys!" He said excitedly.

"Okay honey! Have fun!" You said as he zoomed back up the stairs.

You opened the door to see Suzi, Joseph and their little girl at your door step. You and Suzi immediately hugged each other and squealed with delight seeing each other after so long.

Joseph had an indifferent attitude seeing you but warmed up when he set eyes on Caesar. You ushered the trio in immediately.

"Ah! There's my big girl!" Caesar grinned as he swooped Holly in his arms and twirled her around.

"Faster, faster!" Holly cried out.

"Nope, I need you to not hurl before you eat dinner tonight." Caesar remarked after he set her down and ruffled her hair.

"I wanna go again! I won't puke, seriously." She protested as she stomped her foot.

"She's real spoiled nowadays." Suzi giggled.

"Takes after her father, I suppose." You stated as you shot Joseph a look.

"Hmph. Where's Julian?" Joseph asked with his arms folded, referring to your son.

"In his room, Holly you can go play with him upstairs if you want!" You said, changing your tone. "He's been excited to see you ever since I said you were coming over this morning."

"I wanna see him too! Okay, Auntie Y/N!"

"Make sure to come downstairs when I call you guys." Caesar stated.

"Uh huh, Uncle Caesar I promise!" Holly grinned as she bolted to julian's room.

"What kind of nerdy name is Julian?" Joseph remarked.

"Kiss my ass, Joseph."

"Y/N." Caesar hissed through gritted teeth.

"What? We go through this every time, the kids are nearly ten for god's sake."

"Einstein here wanted to name him Julius but I thought that would put a target on his back for bullies so I opted for the normal one." You shrugged.

"Whatever." Caesar snorted. "I'm sure with a name like Julius he would've gone on to great things."

"Not a great ending though." Suzi stated, earning an eerie silence from the three adults. "...What?"

Everybody burst into hysterics at the morbid statement. In true Suzi Q fashion she blinked at everybody's reaction but joined in the laughter nonetheless.

Things were a little frosty between you and Joseph since you worked for his rivals in at an estate agency but you both still retained deep care and love for each other. Despite Joseph's pettiness.

Caesar had connections with the Speedwagon Foundation and worked alongside Joseph if there was any bizarre going on in the world but he mostly stayed at home and did the upkeep since you were so busy all the time.

But he was planning on opening restaurants and café's across town just like his beloved maternal figure had done.

Your children attended different schools but still were close and spent free time together.

It was hard to believe this was the future you were living. With both Caesar and Joseph being missing and gravely injured that year, you would've never thought you'd be having dinner dates and living in marital bliss.

There was ups and downs of course, but Caesar had made a specific vow to you that he intended to follow through no matter what.

That he would do anything to keep that smile on your face.

author’s note: yes i made caesar a malewife 😭

#jojo's bizzare adventure x reader #jjba x reader #jjba x y/n #jjba x female reader #caesar anthonio zeppeli #caesar zeppeli x reader #caesar anthonio zeppeli x reader #jjba fanfic #⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ nara scribbles

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yvannahaleth · 4 months

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Kokichi Ouma, Rantaro Amami, & Miu Iruma x Sad! Reader

When you're feeling down, they're here, for you and you only. Do you feel loved now? Fluff, SFW, GN! Reader

Note: Speedran this when i was in a bad mood. They're my faves in DRV3.

Kokichi Ouma:

I think he's the type of person that IMMEDIATELY knows when you're not feeling like yourself and will IMMEDIATELY act right away

Like, you could be denying the fact that you need a hug right now yet he will still tease you, knowing your true need.

He will act funsie and all if you're still denial, he'll joke about how closeted you are to *him* of all people. Maybe he's a little offended that you don't have the need to tell him what you truly feel.

Yet, if you stay silent, which confirmed his guess of you feeling down, then afraid not! He's here.

What do you need? A hug? A kiss? A cuddle? Or just a reassurance? A rational solution to your problem? Someone to listen?

He won't show it, but he'll do anything this instant.

"Well, if that's what you really wanted. I'm your leader, after all. Who am i to reject a wish from my second in command?"

The frown on your face sickens him. It throbs his heart to see you feeling down.

So, even if you deny it, he wants to get rid of it. Anything that upsets you. Or, just that feeling. Whatever you choose.

Rantaro Amami:

He has plenty of younger sisters, of course he had times where one of his sisters is in a bad mood. Which is why, he can tell when you're in one.

You don't need to tell him, he'll know.

He might do a little run to the kitchen as soon as he sees you feeling sad. Then came back with your favorite drink or food! Well, maybe both! Who knows?

He'll set your favorite series or movie, "I just feel like watching this. Is it okay?"

Then, as he holds you in his arms, resting his head on yours, watching the TV, he'll wait for you to open up, for him to listen to you rambling. If you don't feel like it, then you could cuddle until the screen turns off.

He's here for you, he needs you to know that. He wants you to know that you could open up to him. What else is he here for if he's not going to assure you that you did your best?

His fingers traces your hair, putting it behind your ear as he leans in, kissing your forehead. He's here to listen.

He'd give advices and solutions to your problems, he'll lend his ear to listen, he'll pat your hair if you need comfort. He's here. Especially when you're sad.

Miu Iruma:

Somehow, i could sense that she's bad at comforting others. Like, not that bad, but definitely not good either. She'd panic and won't know what to do when she's in the presence of someone who needs comfort.

I could imagine her comforting others even when she doesn't mean to, though. Like if she said something positive in a worrying situation and assured the others. While actually, it's just how she think, rationally. It's just so happen to be something good.

Yet, ever since she met you, she may or may not had practiced comforting someone. Just so that she won't upset you even more. Just so she could be there when you need her the most.

God, sometimes she feels that it's ridiculous how she feels this way.

But, she brushed it off.

After all, it's you.

With her--more than enough--practices, she'll stay by your side, ready to hug you or just to lend an ear to listen.

She'll feel embarrassed for herself to get this far for you, but oh why does it matter?

You were there when she needed you, so she needs to be there when you need her. This is what she believes. Miu Iruma hates owing to people, you see. Especially you.

She'll try to be as silent as possible when she hugs you, staying by your side, in case the silence calms you. If you prefer it when she talks, then your girlfriend who is as red as a tomato now will start her spontaneous podcast just for you to listen!

"H- Hah! Of course you'd like for me to speak that much! My voice is that amazing, huh? I bet you were longing for this, weren't you?"

She'll rest your head on her chest, with her fingers caressing your hair as she rambles non stop. I don't think it's any different if she's the one who's in a bad mood.

Hm, maybe an idea of a recording her voice into a tape will run into her mind, in case you need it when she's not around. Who knows if she's going to do it? For now, she's yours.

#kokichi x reader #danganronpa x reader #drv3 x reader #kokichi oma x reader #kokichi ouma x reader #miu iruma x reader #rantaro x reader #rantaro amami x reader #danganronpa #drv3 headcanons

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dragonjesterwrites · 2 months

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Animatronic Hug Rating Chart 🫂✨️

Happy Valentine's Day! 🩷 Actually wanted to write this awhile back but I wanted to finish some of the requests in my inbox first. Can be read as platonic or romantic! Also only did the Funtimes, Mediocre Melodies, and Glamrocks + Sun/Moon + DJMM to keep it short, but feel free to request any others!

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Funtimes:

Funtime Freddy: Fully embraces the concept of bear hugging, might crush you accidentally lmao, and has a hard time knowing when to let go. Other than that, very solid hugs, will pick you up off the floor into an all encompassing embrace while laughing in delight (7/10)

BonBon: Likes to give hugs, hard for him though because he's only like, a foot tall (short king) and attached to Freddy most of the time. But he does his best! (8/10)

Funtime Foxy: Actually pretty touch averse, much prefers to interact with others from the stage, but if you're upset and want a hug, they'll do their best. An awkward and probably short hug, but a well-intentioned one. (4/10)

Circus Baby: Will probably not realize you want a hug at first (too busy scheming lmao), but she'll give you one! Like Freddy, very solid, just straight up picks you off the floor and holds you tight. A bit odd, but comforting. (6/10)

Ballora: She keeps her eyes closed 99% of the time, so she might accidentally bump into you as she reaches out for you, but otherwise a pretty good hugger. Gentle, but firm enough that you feel comforted. (8/10)

Funtime Chica: Cross between a motherly hug and an excitable one; will pick you up and squeeze you tight, but not so tight that you're at risk of being crushed. Might forget to end the hug and start talking though, just kind of carries you around. Congrats, you're now her emotional support human 👍 get lovingly kidnapped nerd (7/10)

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Mediocre Melodies:

Happy Frog: Honestly a fantastic hugger. Very solid, loves hugs tbh. Whether you need a comfort hug, a shoulder to cry on, a congratulations hug, or you're a hugger yourself, she's got you (10/10)

Mr. Hippo: Won't initiate, he's more a talker than a touchy person, but will happily give you a hug if asked. Gentle, very safe. He will absolutely take it as permission to start telling you stories, though (9/10)

Orville: Also won't initiate, though its more because he's a bit shy and very excited to give hugs (he's a wee bit touch-starved), doesn't want to hurt you accidentally with his enthusiasm. Shame because he's a very good hugger, very warm and solid hug (9/10)

Pigpatch: Honestly not a huge hug person, but will give you a side-hug if you ask. More likely to just pat you on the back lol (2/10)

Nedd Bear: Big goofy lad, will absolutely give you a hug. Won't pick you up but will bear-hug you regardless, squeeze you tight- maybe a little too tight though, you might have to remind him you have organs and bones you'd like to keep intact lmao (5/10)

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Glamrocks, Sun/Moon, + DJMM:

Glamrock Freddy: Very good, comforting hugs. If you're significantly shorter than him he'll kneel down and hug you. Very gentle if you need, very firm if you need, and always asks first. (11/10)

Glamrock Chica: Pretty decent hugger! Probably has pizza grease on her hands though. Will pick you up and swing you about if she's excited enough. (6/10)

Glamrock Bonnie: Always excited to give hugs! Will pick you up and squeeze you tight, forgets his own strength sometimes. But his ears twitch and his lil bunny tail wags when he hugs you, so you can excuse your spine being turned to dust (6/10)

Monty: Surprised and secretly delighted to get offered/be asked for a hug. A little unsure at first, but ends up giving a very enthusiastic hug, RIP your bones and organs (7/10)

Roxy: Might roll her eyes and call you sappy, but actually bawling inside because she can't remember the last time someone wasn't too intimidated to offer/ask for a hug from her. Puts everything into that hug, and doesn't let go (7/10)

Sun: Will pick you up and spin you around if he's in a good mood, if he's in a bad one you're being kidnapped and dragged off to the blanket fort for emergency cuddles. Ditto if you're in a bad mood. Lanky but still a good hugger, very clingy though, won't let you go until you ask, and even then he'll whine and droop like a dying flower. Sun is a master of emotional manipulation (6/10)

Moon: The most gentle hug you've ever received in your life. Very soothing and calming, you feel very safe. But watch out! Sometimes he'll "fall asleep" (a lie; you can tell because he's started giggling) so he can hug you longer. And then he "sleep-uses the cable" to "sleep-kidnap" you and before you know it, you've been blanket-burrito'd and laid down in the pillow fort in their room, with him still hugging you. Can't complain though, literally the comfiest you've ever be... zzz (7/10)

DJMM: Okay, so he can't actually hug, but he does his best 😭 very gentle and inviting, opens one of his hands and sets it down so you can climb in, will carefully enclose you (or let you hug his finger if you're claustrophobic) and if you're cool with it, he'll let you splay yourself out on his back and hug him like that. Gentle giant, loves hugs, cursed with being an absolute unit though (9/10)

#funtime animatronics #mediocre melodies #glamrock animatronics #sun fnaf #moon fnaf #djmm fnaf #its been awhile since i did headcanons this was fun #i mean i guess these count as headcanons lmao #anyway yeah youre basically the animatronics emotional support human. get kidnapped 🤖❤️

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contentloadingandstuff · 1 year

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hello, I wanted to make an ask, if you are accepting of course. How about the women of Inazuma being caught on a bad day by the male reader looking deep into their eyes and talking "I need you to sit on my face, no time for explanations" and if they do, he stays there serving them until they get better

Facesitting headcanons with Inazuma girls!

A/N: Hi Anon! Thank you for the request, and I hope you enjoy!

Characters: Raiden Ei // Sangonomiya Kokomi // Nagonahara Yoimiya // Yae Miko // Kuki Shinobu // Kujou Sara // Kamisato Ayaka

CW: Male!Reader

NSFW under the cut.

"Listen. I need you to sit on my face, right now. No time to explain."

Yae Miko

“Hm… I will take you up on that offer, little one.”

Miko steps closer, and pulls your chin up with her hand. As you see the pure thirst in her eyes, you feel all the confidence you once had leave your body. She grabs your collar, and pulls you by it towards the bed.

Your tongue was numb by the time Miko was feeling better.

Kujou Sara

“Alright… ? Lead the way…”

Poor Sara, she’s so oblivious. She realizes what this is about only when you pull her panties aside and dive in.

“What are you d- Ah!”

Five minutes of clit sucking were able to make her forget not only the troubles of the day, but her name as well.

Sangonomiya Kokomi

She gets a little shy and scurries away, returning with two of her favorite toys - a leashed collar and a pair of handcuffs.

"Just don't hold back, please."

You need a strong pair of arms for this. She'll get very squirmy after two orgasm, desperate to get her overstimulated pussy away from your merciless tongue. Kokomi wants you to stop only when she literally passes out from your assault on her folds.

Kuki Shinobu

She nods, and leads you to the couch. After you get into position and start serving her cunt, she can't help but notice that tent you pitch in your pants. She sets your cock free so she gets something nice to look at while you work your tongue.

Yet Shinobu has quite a lot of frustration to get rid of, and your dick seems so lonely. It's just standing there, hard and throbbing with a perfect pair or round, sensitive balls at the base, just begging for her attention. Her Vision lights up, and you know how it goes from here…

"Ugh, stop crying! Or do you want me to give you a real reason to cry?"

Nagonahara Yoimiya

Her mood instantly lifts. She chuckles, and drags you by the wrist to the bed. No point wasting time, she thinks.

“T-thanks y/n… ah… m-means a lot…”

Being the good girl she is, Yoimiya will feel a little guilty about having all the pleasure to herself. So, she’ll lean down and voluntarily choke on your cock (as much as your tongue allows her to). Every oral session with her turns into a sixty-nine, as the girl just can’t keep her hands and throat away from you.

Raiden Ei

She licks her lips, and approaches you. Her hands start to circle around your chest, lightly teasing your clothed nipples.

“How thoughtful of you, my love. But I’m afraid…”

You gasp as she presses against you, hand clasped firmly around your hardening length. She leans down to your ear.

“... that your nimble tongue is the least you can offer me, yes?”

The archon will pull you into her Plain of Euthymia. After she’s done with you, your unconscious, limp and completely fucked out body will be dropped right on your bed.

Kamisato Ayaka

Ayaka blushes, and looks down.

“Would you… really do it for me?”

She doesn’t want to take off her dress, so you’ll be working underneath the fabric. Ayaka really likes it, because it makes her imagination work. And the filthy, wet noises of you sucking and just devouring her folds certainly make her mind work overtime. She’s going to try and pleasure you as well, but her pussy is just too sensitive, so your dick will be left alone, leaking precum and throbbing at every beautiful whine that falls from her lips.

Thanks for reading!

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bouquetshark · 8 months

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hiii! love your blog! is there any chance you can do kid regressor Hydrnagea and caregiver Lotus dragon? no pressure of course!

Kid Regressor!Hydrangea Cookie Headcanons

Aa a general baseline, Hydrangea Cookie is a energetic young kid --and as such, is usually with Lotus Dragon Cookie or playing in the hydrangea gardens. But, just because of her high energy, doesn't mean that she isn't down for some non-active play too; I mean, when you're the Legendary Blue Dragon's favorite Cookie and little one—the possibilities are endless! And when all of your bullies mysteriously go missing...you really don't need to worry.

• Hydrangea Cookie regresses from ages 6-8, more or less depending on her mood or health. When sick, she'll usually regress to 4. But that is rare.

• Hydrangea is very talkative, and will speak your ear off about the flowers, book's, and scroll's of the palace. Especially the book's, she is such a bookworm!

• Despite her high energy, she blow's it quickly—so she naps 1-3 time's a day.

• Love's to be picked up by Lotus Dragon Cookie, and will ask to be held frequently. Lotus does not mind, in fact--they like it more than they'd ever admit.

• Has a barrage of toy's and pacifiers from Lotus themselves —the latest rattle? She has it. The most luxurious pacifier? She's had it before it came into store's. She's very spoilt, clearly. And she knows it too.

• When Lotus Dragon Cookie is busy or sleeping, only the most high ranking servant's will be trusted to care for her. She'll always have at least a guard or two on standby in case someone tries to hurt her.

• Has a little crown she wears that Lotus gifted her, all of the gem's are real! Which, honestly, probably wasn't a good idea considering she trips over her hanbok a lot...

Caregiver!Lotus Dragon Cookie Headcanons

As a general baseline, Lotus Dragon Cookie is still a conniving and manipulative Dragon--and it's good to note that they do, in fact, have favorite's. Hydrangea Cookie is very precious to them, and a scratch on her dough from a measly Cookie will invoke their wrath. But, to Hydrangea, they are a caring supportive mantle of love and affection, and that is how it should be. Hydrangea is their little princess, after all. Only the finest for her!

• Lotus Dragon Cookie assumes that age regression is just a normal Cookie thing some of them do, like how some dog's watch TV. They are encouraging towards Hydrangea, but the same can't be said for other's.

• Sings lullabies on their mandolin for Hydrangea every night, and usually ends up falling asleep with her in their arm's.

• Adorns Hydrangea in only the most beautiful golden jewel's, which can get quite heavy and overwhelming for the kiddo—so she wears the golden jewel's when she's big instead. Lotus is glad she appreciates the gift's.

• Calls Hydrangea Cookie by her name or "princess". Usually doesn't diverge from that, but sometimes they'll slip out the word's: "my little flower".

• All of the food that is fed to Hydrangea is personally tested by Lotus Dragon Cookie first, as they want to make sure it's cooked properly (and because their also hungry).

• Will order puppet shows and shadow dance's for Hydrangea to watch, or read her stories from their personal library —which contains historical fiction that has been lost to time and rubble. There very literate pieces, but Hydrangea likes the adult book's.

#ahhh!! i love ur blog to! this was very fun lol :)#cookie run #cookie run headcanons #cookie run ovenbreak #cookie run agere #sfw agere #agere post #agere positivity #age dreaming #sfw interaction only #agere caregiver #sfw caregiver #hydrangea cookie #lotus dragon cookie

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lokislynx · 11 months

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Cats an' dogs

Erik has been in a darker mood for some time now. Still gentle and loving, but there is darkness in his eyes. And he has been composing more funeral music. It is nothing out of the ordinary. It's a part of him and I love him just as he is. But it pains me to see him depressed.

Perhaps I have been overly excited lately, taking him out too often. He doesn't like people. He prefers animals.

Hmmm...

Erik had a lot of animals when we were still in Persia. I think he picked up every injured creature he could find and nursed them to health. His rooms resembled a zoo...

What if...? He seemed happier with all those animals around. I have a severe cat allergy but...

*******--------********~~~~~~*******....

"Mon cher, are you going somewhere?"

He put his jacket on as he spoke: "I won't be long, beloved."

He gave me a kiss before hurrying out the door. Oh, Nadir... my man of action. What on earth came into him now?

I continued playing the piano. My latest piece... more funeral music, as he puts it and he isn't wrong. How I wish I could shake myself out of this gloomy mood I've been in lately. There is no reason for it. Everything is as perfect as it could ever be. Life is good for once. I am in love and am loved by the most wonderful human being ever to have walked upon this planet. And thinking about walks, I had just gotten used to our long walks, the open air and people... and then this happened.

If I told him he'd understand. He always does. He'd say it's not my fault... that these moments of darkness are just a part of life... that we'll get through them just like we get through everything; together, standing by each other always.

How can I feel like I am longing for something more when I finally have everything?

It took over an hour for him to return. I felt such relief when I heard the door open and close, his keys jingle in that overly familiar way... which I still adored. The way he came in and walked told me I should remain seated by the piano. And surely enough he came to the door way of the livingroom and told me: "Close your eyes, my love."

I obeyed. I heard him move closer.

"No peeking until I tell you it's okey to open them."

"Your wish is my command, mon cher."

He lay something warm, small and furry on to lap. I could smell the wonderful scent of the creature and knew at once what it was and even its race.

"It's yours, Erik."

"What is it?"

"A kitten."

I laughed. Joy was suddenly bubling inside of me. The little one in my lap was kissing my jaw and neck eagerly. When it's tounge wandered into the holes of the nose of my mask, an "eeep" escaped from me. It tickled gloriously.

"Nadir... may I see your kitten now."

It was hard to talk for the kitten in question tried to lick my teeth as I spoke.

"You may."

I did. Small, pink tounge. Dark nose, dark back. Brown little ears that still hadn't risen. Uncontrollable tail. It was gorgeous.

"She is glorious but no kitten, mon cher."

"Of course it is. The seller assured me."

He cannot tell a lie even to save his life. Not that he wanted or needed to now.

"This little princess is a fierce, little cairn terrier. No kitten."

He smiled: "I know. Disappointed?"

"Oh, she is much better than a kitten, mon cher. You are not allergic to her. And I am already in love... as are you, I see."

"I admit she stole my heart the moment I saw her."

We sat on the floor and watched the puppy explore. It didn't go far and soon returned to show us her affection. It was then that Nadir silently said: "I hope this wasn't a bad idea, my love."

"Not at all."

"I wanted to cheer you up..."

"I know, Nadir. And you did. She will do good for us both, I think. You know how much I adore animals."

"That's why..."

I kissed him. The puppy climed in my lap but then charged at Nadir's socks which were still in his feet. Nadir cried out: "Hey! No stealing my socks, you little beasty!"

She only got more excited.

"This is our life now, mon cher. She'll pull your socks off your feet, pee on the carpet until she learns not to... sleep in our bed..."

He smiled like the happiest fool: "I know."

He took off his socks and made a ball out of them throwing it to the puppy. I watched her run after it. Warmth filled me from head to toes.

"Shall we name her Kitten," I asked amused toned. Nadir laughed and kissed me. Perhaps not the best of names. It would come once we get to know each other.

@zayachan "adopting a kitten". Sorry 🧡 I may still play with the subject and write a new one... which may or may not go entirely off the subject again 🤗

#my story #pharoga

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just-an-ari · 2 years

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I *would* like to ask about your headcanons pls

especially about Lena's scars

(also you'll have me going 🥺🥺🥺 all week with the new comic)

and

this is also for you guys :) SO- we'll start w/ Lena's scars- also known as (insecure Lena) (scroll for fluffier ones) I feel that in the show we see a good amount of Lena getting into trouble and I would honestly be surprised if after 5 years (canon-compliant time) she wouldn't have any scars on her. Of course, since in the canon-compliant timeline she doesn't actually get seriously injured so they're not very noticeable once they fade (but in my post-canon au I do think she would have slightly more noticeable ones). Anywho- Lena also strikes me as the type of person who is (deep, deep, deep down- god she buries it so far down) pretty insecure. I think sometimes, although she'll go to work in a sleeveless dress or in a shirt that shows off her forearms and just be an all-powerful badass bitch boss, she'll wake up that morning- look at herself, and hate what she sees. She'll be taking a break from work and see a few scars littering her forearms. She'll put another layer on that covers them and tries not to cry (this is why for a while she'll also more frequently wear suits/more masculine coded outfits in my post-canon au). Lena is also definitely very soft and has tummy rolls- and this fuels her physical self-hatred/discontentment. BUT- our beloved Kara comes to the rescue! Kara would just hold Lena sometimes before bed and take the opportunity to tell her how beautiful she is and how much she loves her. Of course, she makes sure to tell Lena all of this at every chance she gets, but on quiet, slow evenings, she'll take the time to kiss each and every single blemish on the brunette's body and make sure she understands how wonderful she is. Kara is also in love with her tummy rolls and takes every chance she gets to kiss her stomach.

Which leads me to my next headcanon! (overwhelmed Lena) Lena (especially at the beginning of their relationship) easily gets overwhelmed by happy feels when she's with Kara cuddling (wow look it's my comic asdjakdja), or it's a lazy Sunday, and Kara's whispering sweet nothings into her ears as she tried to watch a movie or read a book. Kara, once realizing Lena's getting overwhelmed, tries to calm her down and once hearing her heartbeat return to normal- asks what she wants. Lena has two reactions to happy feels overload; "kiss me Kara Zor-El or so help me-" or something along those lines, and, "give me a minute". Kara of course always makes sure to respect all of her wishes. If Lena wants space, Kara goes and gets her a small snack usually. Relating into this, I also think Lena gets uncomfortable with touch on occasion- getting chills or starts mildly panicking when one of her friends brings her into a hug, or pats her back. This also applies to Kara- sometimes gets tense when, without warning, Kara will take her hand in hers, or hug her waist. Of course, Kara picks up on it relatively quickly (the first time it happens she makes sure that Lena knows to talk to her about it, and Lena does) and makes sure to give her space until Lena comes to her. I'll talk about one more darker one and then move on to just some short, cute fluffy ones- (nightmares and grieving)

THE CW DID THEM SO DIRTY. Both Kara and Lena have suffered through so much shit and the CW just skipped over it like how I do with my breakfast. Both Kara and Lena have nightmares. Especially right after the end of s6, they get them more often than not. And they find themselves calling each other after nightmares, and talking (either about them or just other things to lighten the mood). And for a while, Lena cries and grieves Lillian (I think everything that happened right before she died- in those few minutes- just sent Lena into a spiral of emotions she didn't know how to process). It's then that Lena asks Kelly about therapy, and starts getting it. Things aren't immediately better, nor is progress linear, but as the years progress, the pain she feels blends into the background. Kara, on the other hand, does not go to therapy and it takes longer for her to heal. But once Lena starts living with her, she's there and helping her through her grief and pain, and Kara's nightmares slowly become less and less frequent.

NOW ONTO SHORT N FLUFFY -Lena sometimes steals Kara's cape and uses it as a weighted blanket when sleeping (Kara gets and extra one made because she cant seem to take it off of her) -Kara steals various clothes from Lena's wardrobe (we know they swap clothes in the series as well) and the fit shouldn't go well together but IT DOES and Lena (along with half of CATCO is confused)

-After getting married: Kara and Lena wear both wedding rings and bracelets. The human population has absolutely zero clue as to what the bracelets are- and a lot of them speculate they were wedding gifts. But since they are more important to the couple than the rings, sometimes one of them (or both) forgets their ring at home and some of the other media corporations get super confused about it and start speculating every time it happens "LUTHOR-DANVERS: THE DIVORCE OF THE DECADE?" .

-Lena and Kara absolutely love ABBA (but hate Mamma Mia the movies) and have a record player as well as 3 boxes of old records they put on from time to time while cleaning up around the apartment - A not so fun one: (angry) yelling is quite triggering for Lena- and tells Kara so. If they argue, its usually just a heated conversation. -Lena sleeps on the left side of the bed. (Kara loves seeing the sun filtered through glass and creating a halo around the brunette and Kara is so gay). -Kara buys her own merch, but Lena is always the one who ends up wearing it and Kara really can't seem to find it in herself to care. - Lena definitely steals Kara's potstickers (Kara lets her) and the first time it happens at game night all hell breaks loose -Lena sleep talks but usually unintelligibly "ahh ausfnsdfiuefsj and I don't wanna.... asjdkdjskf why australia?". Kara usually wakes up when it happens, and jots down everything she said to tell her in the morning. -Lena makes grabby hands at Kara to show she wants cuddles -While doing the dishes, or other household chores, Kara usually sings about what she's doing (but doesn't realize she does it) "washin the dishes, mmm mhm mhm! aaaaandddd towelin em dry! woo!" and Lena wants to marry her all over again -Kara loves painting (this we see) and tried to convince lena to paint w/ her. Lena can't do art to save her life. - Kara goes out to fight in a supergirl onesie because crime interrupted their game night and everyone flips "What! It was Onesie Wednesday!"

-sometimes for fun, Kara gives Lena piggyback rides and asks lena to make noises like a jetpack or engine- the superfriends are so done with their bullshit

-kara and lena get a cat (streaky) and kara takes the opportunity to; first- do that trend where you let your cat pick their political party, pronouns, etc. (streaky uses he/they pronouns) and then dress him up in the most absurd outfits (streaky doesnt seem to mind, but lena groans and walks away every time Kara bring home a new fit). And for now- this is the last one because I've already been writing for like two hours (im sorry its so long ajsdkasdaskdajsd)

-Kara starts wearing the House of El crest on her clothing more and more often, and works her way up to wearing formal kryptonian attire to galas and events (once getting married Lena asks Kara if it's alright to wear similar attire- with Kara of course being really happy and saying yes). Anyways- asdasjkdaskdjaksd i went overboard and i apologize but uh- ill leave this here :)

#my headcanons #supercorp #lena luthor #kara danvers #supergirl #sc #kara zor el #kara x lena #sueprcorp headcanons #thanks you guys for asking asjdkasjd #and also im rlly happy you enjoyed the comic!! :)#sorry about the insane amount of headcanons #i self indulged a little (a lot)

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chaos-proffesa · 11 months

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Hey guys thought I'd post some of my oc's here and some info about them too

Top left is Onyx, 20, he/him

He is pretty monotone and doesent talk often he can be snarky however and is the closest to Riely his best friend, he has a septum percing aswel as a few ear percings aswell

◇the goods◇

He has a sharp nose sloped down, around normal size maybe a little larger than average, he has a septum percing, he has a terrible immune system, usually gets sick at least 3 to 4 times a year, he has afew allergies dust being the most aggressive then pollen and least is dark chocolate wich can sometimes send him into a small fit,

He has rapid almost kitten-ish sneezes (I'm nit the best with spellings but I imagine something like this)

HihhhH-Tch! IhhH'TchiEw! IHhH'TSh!!

Usually one after another in fits of 3-6

The next one is on the top right, Riely, 20, He/him

He is pretty exitable and optimistic, he's verry touchy in the way we're He likes to be next to or leaning on someone, it's not uncommon to see him hanging off someone's shoulders, he's also pretty accident prone it's pretty common to see ehim with a scrape or brush somewhere

◇the goods◇

Riely has a smaller button nose, with a small bump on the bridge, he's pretty sensitive to touch so if you were to touch his nose 2 out of 3 times its likely to irritate it and sometimes coux out a sneeze, he usually stifles his sneezes out of habit he can hand free stifle but if he's gone into a fit he usually pinches with his fingers or covers with his hands, it's pretty rare to see riely sick but if he is he usually gets it pretty rough, no allergies but really sensitive to physical stimuli and sometimes strong scents.

He has louder sneezes when unstifled with quick little build-ups with almost no warning

Stifled: hEh'Ngtx!-Ngx! IhhH'Thx! HEhH'NGtch!!

Un stifled: HehHH'GTshHHYYUUU!! IhIH'DSHEW!

Bottom left is Emily, 22, she/her

She is verry protective of her friends, a mother bear type of person, she's verry offectionate and the mum of the friend group, she's verry close to Zee her best friend (and crush), and she has a southern accent.

◇the goods◇

She has a Roman type nose with a strong bridge, with a clump of freckles dotting the bridge of her nose and cheeks, she doesent get sick often like maybe once a year she'll get sniffly but that's about it, usually carries tissues and other sick people stuff with her incase her friends get or feel sick, big h8je remedy person, you feel sick she has her grandmothers soup in the freezer, you feel naustiouse? No problem she has you covered with a ginger and orange juice, she doesent really have allergies but strong perfumes tend to get to her a little bit

She has softer sneezes that usually come one and done style unless she stuck her nose In a strong candle then usually two to three and done

EhheH'TshhiEw! IHhIH'DSshyyew!

Bottom right is Zee, she/her/they/them, 21

Zee is a generally happy person she can be bubbly and exitable, but knows when to bring the mood down and quiet, verry empathetic, they love bright colours and usually sticks to bright colours and sometimes puts in colourful hair extensions or some colourful hair wax, they love stars and the sky, she's verry close to her best friend (and crush) Emily (they don't know they like each other)

◇the goods◇

They have a small wide nose close to her face, not verry sensitive but has a few allergies, pollen specifically lavender and ragweed get to them the most, aswell as eucalyptus scented stuff, she gets sick not too often but maybe like 2 times a year or so, She is a sympathetic sneezer

She has small quick but harsh sneezes, little bit of a build up before and between them

HiHhh hhH eH'ShiEw! EhhIh hIhH'TChiew! EhhH heH'Ch!

Alright that's it for now

#sneeze kink #sneeze blog #sneeze thoughts #snz #sneezeblr #sneeze scenario #chaos thoughts #snz kink #snz ocs

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loorain · 8 months

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Sims 4 Fontenot Legacy - Seeing Double

Sigrid and Robin decided that the girls should get to know their twin cousins a little more, so the two packed up and made a visit to Sigrid's sister Yolanda's house, where she cares for three of the four siblings.

Sigrid: Hey sis, good to see you.

Yolanda: Great to see you, too. So glad you guys could come.

Sigrid: Well we haven't been to your new place yet, it's about time. By the way, looks pretty nice in here.

Yolanda: We're still getting settled and all, but the necessities and a couple of fun things are here, so that's what matters.

Yolanda: Even more importantly, I'm glad the twins are finally getting some cousin bonding time with each other! It's been a long time coming!

Sigrid: Tell me about it! Who knew there'd be THREE sets of twins in our family!

Yolanda: You and Virginia must've drank some special potion or something.

For anyone new or who may have forgotten, Sigrid and Yolanda have another sister, Virginia. She gave birth to two sets of twins, boy-boy, and girl-girl, before her untimely death thanks to neighborhood stories. Her ex-husband gained custody of one of the boys during the divorce process, while Virginia got the other son and the girls, who were born after the divorce process was complete. Yolanda lived with her to help care for the brood before she passed, and she took on the responsibility of caring for them exclusively afterward.

Meanwhile, Alma makes her first official introduction to her big cousin and fellow twin, Camila. She's... a little less than impressed 😆

But the family has a good time together! Alma eventually grows comfortable around the bigger kids and Audrey spends time talking people's ears off with her sweet little voice and bountiful imagination.

Robin: It's really nice that the girls get this time with their cousins.

Yolanda: Tell me about it. Seems like the girls especially seem to be bonding well. It's a shame Kirk's twin couldn't be here today.

Robin: How does that work out usually? I'm sure Kirk feels a little weird not being with his twin when he's surrounded by reminders.

Yolanda: It's... a sensitive point for him. He may not say it, but I can tell he feels like a part of him is missing. What can I do though? Sergio was granted custody after the divorce. I'm doing what I can to care for the three others but... adding another to the mix? I'm not sure I could handle it.

Robin: It's a difficult situation. I can only imagine the impact it's having on you guys. But I want you to know we've got your back.

Yolanda: That means a lot, Robin. Thanks.

Robin: Of course. That's what family's for.

Yolanda: Speaking of family, you know I have to ask, when are you finally going to tie the knot with my sister?

Robin chuckles.

Robin: We're working on that. We wanted to wait for the girls to get a little older so they could enjoy the festivities too.

Yolanda: Well don't wait too long. I wanna see my sister married before the grays start coming in. She's not getting any younger!

Robin: Well she'll always be young and beautiful in my eyes.

Yolanda smirks.

Yolanda: Smooth. That gets you some brownie points.

As the evening progresses, Kirk finds himself sitting in the kitchen away from the rest of the family. Audrey ends up coming into the room to keep him company. Though Kirk is a kid of few words, his expression shows that he enjoys the company of his little cousin.

Sigrid finds that Alma is being extra loving today too, being in a seemingly much better mood. She chalks it up to the increased activity and attention of her cousins, but she enjoys the affection nonetheless. Robin notices it too and can't help but smile.

All-in-all, the visit to Yolanda's house is a success, and the two households look forward to the next time everyone can get together, hopefully with all sets of twins together.

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picking teams- chapter 3: janis

helloooo everyone happy wednesday wooooo!!

we’re back with this yaaaay! some of you might notice there’s a pretty major change from the last janis chapter (nothing that impacts the plot dw) which is fun!! the fun part of this is that y’all basically get to see this book happen in real time so i might occasionalllyyyyy do that as the plot develops just to make sure everything lines up :) sorry :p

anyhoo!! into this woo

tw for

homo/lesbophobia

abuse mention

discussion of bullying

and as always if i’ve missed something please let me know so i can add it :)

enjoy!

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Janis continues suffering through first period math. It's only day two, but still.

The girl wasn't there this morning, so she has nothing to fret over and keep her awake. She tries to pay attention, but she already doesn't know what's going on. Polynomials? Variables? Nothing is clicking.

Janis jumps a bit when the bell rings, signaling the end of class. She grabs her spiky backpack from the ground and shoves her notebook into it. Her pencil gets tucked behind her ear, and she's off. Or so she thinks.

"Janis, can I talk to you for a second?" Ms. Norbury asks gently. Janis freezes and turns around just before she makes it out of the classroom.

Damian turns as well, but Janis waves him off. He gives her a joking salute and heads off on his way to his next class. Janis heads over to the teacher's desk, fiddling with the end of her backpack strap and refusing to meet her eye.

"What do you need?" she mumbles.

"Is everything okay? You seem distracted," Ms. Norbury says. Janis loathes the amount of concern in her tone. "It's only the second day, I don't want to see you slipping. Especially not with you on the football team this year. A lot of people are really proud of you, you know. I'd hate to see you lose that."

"Lose it?"

"If your grade slips below a C in any class you're benched," Ms. Norbury says. "School policy, it's that way for all the sports. If you can't get it back up after a month you'll be kicked off the team."

Shit, Janis thinks. She cannot lose her place now. And especially not like this.

"I-I'm fine," she says hastily. "I'll do better."

"Everything's okay at home?" Ms. Norbury asks gently. "If something is going on we have people to talk to."

"Yeah, whole lotta good they do," Janis scoffs under her breath. "Look, everything's fine. It's just... early. I'm gonna be late for art."

"Of course, go ahead," Ms. Norbury says. "And Janis." Janis pauses to look at her. "We can help you, if you need. You just have to ask."

Janis nods, turning on her heel and heading out.

"You just have to ask," she mocks under her breath.

She hadn't technically lied. Everything is okay at home, now. Her dad finally got enough money together to kick her homophobic and abusive mother to the curb for good. Janis got a cat. Her sister loves her, and her dad has been her rock like always.

The problems are at school.

Regina may not target her directly anymore, but she's still the head bitch in charge. Of everyone.

Ever the dictator, she has every single clique in the school wrapped around her finger. They'll bend over backwards to do whatever she wants. And for what? Fifteen minutes of fame?

Janis is reminded of her power as soon as she steps foot into the halls. Her so called teammates shoving her against the lockers, the girls Regina wouldn't even wipe her shoes with looking in disgust at her clothes and hair and makeup. Like their opinions matter.

But Janis has been through worse. And she knows she'll make it through this.

Just two more years.

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"Oh!" Damian says around a mouthful of his tuna sandwich at lunch. "You'll never guess who was at tryouts yesterday."

"Dolly Parton."

"Oh my god, I wish," Damian sighs dramatically. "But no."

"Jolene," Janis says. A glare is her only response. "I give up, who?" she sighs. She's really not in the mood for this sort of thing today, but she'll always humor Damian.

"Your little crush. Her name is Cady, by the way." Damian says.

"She's not my crush!"

"You were totally ogling her the first day!" Damian retaliates. "Not that I blame you. Little slice like that."

"So was she any good?" Janis asks, attempting to steer the conversation away from any hint of crushes.

"Yes, oh my god she's incredible," Damian says, dramatically reaching across the table. "She can do all this crazy tumbling stuff, she's been practicing since she was really little. She didn't even need mats, coach just asked her to show some stuff and she tumbled from one end of the gym to the other. She's our head flyer this year."

"Yeah, I'm sure Regina isn't biased at all," Janis huffs, peeking around him to the Plastics table. Cady is sitting there looking very tense, but smiling and nodding along with the other three. "But if she's good enough then I guess it's not so bad."

"Just wait," Damian says. "It's crazy. She's like one of those wind up toys."

"I'll have to see for myself," Janis chuckles. "Can I have your pickle?"

"Paws off, pickle whore," Damian says, batting her hands away. "Mine."

Janis grabs it anyway and takes a bite, grinning mischievously. "Ours."

"You're so mean to me."

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There are three decent places in school, according to Janis.

The art room, which has always been Janis' safe haven. Everyone in there knows her. They're on her side. None of Regina's little cronies.

The gym. Specifically, for football practices. Damian was right, most of her teammates suck. They're merciless, and they don't listen, and think that she's incapable. But she's found an... acquaintance, in Aaron Samuels. And she always gets to work on tackling. Sometimes getting her rage out is extra fun.

She likes to think her old therapist would be proud. Probably not, but she can dream.

The last place, surprisingly, is her chemistry class. The work doesn't necessarily come easy to her. At least not as easily as it does to Damian. But it's interesting stuff, and right after lunch, which makes it easier to focus on.

Or it would be, if not for a certain girl.

Janis doesn't even know her name. All she knows is that she sits directly in front of her. That she has the most beautiful auburn curls which are apparently totally natural. That she's absolutely brilliant.

Oh, and that she's Regina's latest prized catch.

It would be almost perfect if not for that. None of the other Plastics are in their chemistry class, nobody who reports to them. It's a perfect haven. If only Regina hadn't gotten to her first.

Janis doesn't even know if she should risk it. Talking to her. God only knows what twisted tales Regina has put in her head already. What she already knows about her.

So much for chemistry.

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Janis grumbles quietly to herself as she gets changed in the locker room after school. She really is not in the mood for practice today. At least they don't have to wear all the padding yet.

She texts her dad to let her know when she'll be home as she exits the locker room and heads into the main gym.

"Heads up!"

Janis snaps her head up from her phone when she hears the scattered warnings from around the gym. One of the cheerleaders is working on a tumbling pass and heading right towards her. She doesn't have enough time to get out of the way, so, instinctively, Janis drops her phone and holds her arms out.

The girl winds up landing in them perfectly, leaving Janis holding her bridal style and both of them blinking at each other in surprise. It turns out to be the new girl Janis saw on their first day. The one from chemistry class. The one that Damian teases her so mercilessly about. Of course.

"Nice catch!" the girl chirps. What did Damian say her name was? "Sorry about that, are you okay?"

"Uh... yeah. Yeah, I'm fine," Janis replies as she gently sets the girl back down on her feet. "Nice... um... flippy thing."

"Thanks," the girl giggles. She spies Janis' phone on the ground and bends to pick it up. "I really am sorry, I should've paid more attention before I started tumbling."

"No, I wasn't here when you started. My fault," Janis chuckles shyly, dusting off her phone and sliding it back into her pocket. "I was in the locker room and walked in your way."

"Locker room? Are you on the team too?"

"Not this one," Janis says. "I'm on the football team."

"Really?"

"Yep. First girl ever on the team," Janis mumbles, trying not to show how proud of herself she is.

"That's really cool, um..."

"Janis."

"That's really cool, Janis," the girl grins. "I'm Cady."

"That's it!" Janis says. Cady looks at her in confusion. "Sorry, uh... Damian, there, is my best friend. He tells me about you guys sometimes. I couldn't remember what he said your name was."

"Oh!" Cady says with a nod. "He's really nice."

"Yeah," Janis sighs, begrudgingly waving back as Damian waves at her. He gestures between the two of them and wags his eyebrows. "He can be."

"Cady, stop talking to that dyke and get over here, we need to get back to work," Regina yells. Cady looks apologetic as she starts making her way back over.

"Sorry," she mouths. Janis shrugs.

"It's fine. I have my own practice I'm late for anyway," she says back. Cady grins and turns around to run back to her team. Janis flips Damian off as she heads outside to the field for warm ups. He blows her a kiss in return and starts stretching.

Janis is deep in thought during conditioning. She only really met the girl twenty minutes ago, but something just felt... right. Cady fit into her arms so well. Her giggles were so sweet, her eyes so green. And she even apologized for Regina being mean.

Damn it, not again.

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"So you finally met Cady," Damian says as they walk home together.

"Yeah."

"Thoughts?"

"No."

"Mood," Damian says. "But really, what did you think of her?"

"What does it matter? Regina already has her under her wing, she'll be brainwashed against me before much longer," Janis huffs, adjusting her bag of gear. "She already knows I'm gay, too, that's not gonna do me any favors."

"Just because Regina called you a... that, doesn't mean Cady thinks it's true," Damian says. "I don't even think Cady would know what it means."

"How could she not know?"

"She's from Africa," Damian says. Janis stops in her tracks.

"She what?!" she says. "Then why is she-"

"Her parents are, like, animal scientists or something, they were there for research. Cady said her mom got a new job and they had to move back here," Damian says.

"Oh. That's... kinda cool, actually," Janis says, resuming their trek home.

"So Regina aside, how do we feel about her?" Damian urges.

"Again, why does it matter? She's probably straight," Janis sighs.

"No straight person wears that much flannel," Damian says. "Just humor me, come on."

"Fine. She seemed sweet, and I think she's cute," Janis says. "But again, nothing is gonna happen, because she's probably straight and she's been kidnapped by Regina."

"Ooooooh," Damian teases, decidedly ignoring the second half of her sentence. "You think she's cuuuuuuuute. Janis likes a giiiiiiiiiirl."

"I didn't stand a chance, she literally fell into my arms," Janis says pleadingly. "She's so tiny. And her hair is so pretty, and her eyes are this really pretty green. And she's nice."

"Damn," Damian chuckles. "You're in deep."

"I only talked to her once, shut up," Janis huffs, unlocking her front door and dropping all her gear in a pile. "I have chem homework, help me."

"Bossy."

"I'll help you with English."

"Fine," Damian grumbles. "Will you at least feed me first?"

"Yeah, come on," Janis sighs. Damian claps and follows her to the kitchen. Janis lets him raid the fridge while she grabs a few of her protein packs to snack on.

"Do you have any classes with the Plastics this year?" Damian asks as he pours himself some cereal.

"Well, Gretchen is in our algebra class, you've seen her," Janis replies around some almonds. "And Karen is in my study hall. But no Regina, luckily."

"Any Cady?"

"Would you give it a rest?" Janis huffs. "I don't even like her that much."

"That implies that you like her," Damian says. "Dish, bitch, c'mon. Chop chop."

"If you must know, we have chemistry together," Janis sighs.

"Hell yeah you do."

"Get out of my house," Janis huffs.

"You can't get rid of me," Damian teases. "You need me for my brains."

"Yeah right," Janis chuckles. "I need you for your hugs."

"Come here," Damian coaxes. Janis shuffles over and leans into him lazily. Damian wraps his arms around her and gives her his best hug. "Not to, like, reiterate my point or anything, but if you ever want Cady's number..."

"Oh my god!"

"Janny?" a voice calls, accompanying footsteps on the stairs. "Is that you?"

"No, I'm a robber," Janis calls back. Her little sister, Stevie, glares at her as she makes her way to the kitchen. "Hey, TV."

"Hey, doofus," Stevie says.

"How was school?" Janis says, ruffling her hair as Stevie shuffles up for a hug. Stevie shrugs.

"School."

"Fair enough. Homework?" Janis hums.

"Already done," Stevie beams. "It's fourth grade. Not like it's hard."

"Alright, Elle Woods," Janis snorts. Realization dawns on her and she glares at Damian, who waggles his eyebrows in delight. "Fuck you, that's your fault."

Stevie gasps in horror at the profanity. "Janny, you have to put a dollar in the swear jar."

"Oh, do I?" Janis hums teasingly. "I don't see Dad anywhere. Unless... you're gonna snitch."

"I might," Stevie hums. "What's in it for me?"

"You're getting too clever for your own good," Janis sighs. "I'll make dinner."

"Deal," Stevie grins, extending a hand for her to shake. Janis takes it and rolls her eyes.

"Dad working late again?"

"Yeah. He left a note, he should be home by eight," Stevie sighs. Janis grins sadly.

Their dad is a lawyer, often working strange hours or long days. He's always home in time to tuck them in, but beyond that, they can never be sure when he'll be home. Janis is happy to step in to help with Stevie whenever she can. Stevie is less happy with the arrangement, but knows complaining won't help anything. Plus, it gives her ample opportunity to annoy her big sister.

"What do you want to eat?" Janis asks.

"We have dino nuggets," Stevie offers.

"I can't feed you dino nuggets every time, Steve," Janis hums. "Something healthy this time, c'mon."

"You guys have chicken and some vegetables," Damian offers, rifling through their fridge again.

"That and I get to watch a horror movie," Stevie insists.

"No way. You're nine, go watch... Disney Channel or something," Janis says. "You're not getting another deal out of me."

"Fiiiiine," Stevie sighs, picking up their cat and huffing off to the living room to go watch TV.

"I love you!" Janis calls, almost teasing.

"Yeah, yeah," Stevie huffs. "Love you too."

"Ever the charmer," Damian grins.

"Runs in the family," Janis smirks back. "Alright, help me while I cook and you get dinner too."

"Works for me."

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"I'm home! Jan, you got a package, sweetheart," Janis' dad calls as he opens the door a few hours later. Janis peeks up from her algebra homework she and Damian had been struggling through.

"Ooh, package," Damian teases. "Sweetheart."

"Shut up," Janis scoffs, shoving him slightly and going to greet her father. "Hey, Papa."

"Hey, rock star," her father grins.

"How was work? Any murderers?"

"You know I'm not that kind of lawyer, Janis," her father hums with a chuckle.

"Doesn't mean I can't hope," Janis grins. "Dinner's in the fridge. Steve's in the shower."

"Thank you, hon," her dad says, relief visible in his eyes as he pecks Janis' forehead and heads to the kitchen. "Hi, Damian, how are you, son?"

"I'm good, thanks, Mr. Sarkisian," Damian says back. "Jan, I gotta go home. Curfew."

"Okay. Goodnight," Janis says. Damian gives her a hug goodbye and grabs his bag before he heads out.

"How was school, rock star?" her father asks, sitting next to her at the table with his reheated dinner while Janis tries to keep going with her homework.

"Fine," Janis says, refusing to meet his eye.

"You teenagers and your one word answers," her dad huffs. "You have that Ms. Norbury again? My coworker handled her latest divorce. Poor woman."

"Yeah. Algebra," Janis sighs, tapping the end of her pencil against her workbook.

"How's that going?"

"Kind of like a baby giraffe taking its first steps," Janis sighs. "I'm two days in and I already got a talking to."

"Well, baby giraffes all learn to walk eventually. You'll get there," her dad says. "Why don't you take a break? Open your box?"

"Okay," Janis says. Her dad offers the knife he has yet to use on his dinner. Janis takes it to slice through the tape on the box and pulls the flaps open.

Her dad grins as she pulls out her official jersey and varsity jacket for the year. "Put it on."

Janis tugs the soft fabric over her shoulders, shrugging her way into blue and yellow. She holds her arms out and does a spin so her dad can assess it.

"Look at that quarterback," her dad says. "Best that school ever did see."

"I dunno about that," Janis chuckles sardonically.

"What makes you say that?"

"Nothing," Janis says hastily. Her dad raises an eyebrow, and Janis crumbles. "My teammates... don't exactly like me."

"Are they hurting you?" her dad asks in concern, gently grabbing her arm.

"Not... really," Janis says. "I get... shoved around. Stuff on my locker. Y'know, normal stuff."

"That's not normal, pumpkin," her dad says.

"Can we drop it? Please? There's nothing we can do about it. You can't pull me out of school and save the day again," Janis huffs. Her dad blinks at her in shock. "Sorry. I'm sorry, I just... I don't wanna talk about it."

"Alright," her dad murmurs, gently brushing Janis' hair out of her face. "If you change your mind..."

"I know where to find you," Janis replies.

"Good," her dad says gently. Janis sneaks one of his green beans, and promptly chokes on it when her father asks, "So are there any cute girls around this year?"

"What?!"

"That's not a no," her dad teases gently.

"Not you too," Janis groans. She catches onto her mistake as soon as her dad raises an eyebrow. "Forget I said that."

"Whatever you say, hon," her dad says knowingly.

"There is... one," Janis mumbles. "She's new."

"Oh?" her dad hums. "Tell me more."

"She's head cheerleader," Janis sighs. "Regina already got to her."

"Doesn't mean you can't get to her too," her dad says. "Show her the right way. If she's new this year she's gonna need a good friend to show her what Regina's really about."

"I don't know how to talk to her, though," Janis whines. "Like, 'hey, your friend is a scum sucking fart mouth life ruiner who almost killed me, you should come be my friend instead'? She'd think I'm nuts!"

"Well, maybe don't come off quite that strong," her dad chuckles, swallowing his last bite and heading to wash his dishes. Janis follows, perching on the counter and pouting down at her tights-covered legs. "Just... be a friend. Nothing says you have to replace Regina. If this girl has any sense she'll catch on soon enough."

"But how do I even start talking to her? We only spoke for the first time today and it was, like, four sentences before Regina called me a dyke and I had to go to practice," Janis says.

"I think you can work that out on your own," her dad says, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "You're a big girl."

"But-"

"But for now, I think you need to get back to that algebra, missy."

"Fiiiine."

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