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saintship · 10 months

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hi!! idk if u still take requests and i also don't know if ur comfortable writing about depression and suicidal thoughts/ideations? it's comforting reading someone have someone be there for them during those times so if u could write something with ghost like that i would absolutely appreciate it, love ur writing, xoxo!! 💕

I’ve been there, I hope you’re having a good day when you’re reading this, no matter what that looks like for you<3

Made reader a medic because I love the medic reader trope more than some family members

Warnings: Suicidal ideation, panic attacks, nightmares

Save you - Ghost x Reader

“MEDIC! WE NEED MEDIC NOW! FUCKING HELL!”

You were trapped—rain pelting at your head while your body remained pinned under a pile of building debris. The pressure on your chest was too heavy to speak, but you saw them in the distance. Price leaning over Simon. Blood seeping into the grooves of the wet pavement. Tears welled in your eyes as you reached with one arm, your vision spotting.

“MEDIC! PLEASE, PLEASE, WE NEED A MEDIC!”

You managed to emit a noise;

“No..”

“NO!”

You sat up, your back prickling with a cold sweat. You couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t breathe,

“I can’t breathe..”

The weight next to you rose, strong arms cradling your waist. You tensed, your heart pounding. “I can’t breathe.. please..” you hiccuped, drawing breath roughly.

“You can. Listen to me.” Simon’s voice cut through the darkness, his hands running up and down your side. “Listen. Feel my hands.. hear my voice.”

His voice was bleary with sleep, only furthering the tears spilling down your cheeks. You knew a full night’s sleep was rare for him, and your nightmares were a contributor.

“You’re safe.”

Those words finally anchored you back to earth. You all but collapsed into his arms, laying your head on his chest as he moved to lay flat again. Your breathing eased into a steady rhythm, still hoarse but not gasping anymore.

“Good..good.”

Simon somehow knew that saying less meant more; his touch washed away your panic while his carefully chosen words reached the corners of your mind that were so afraid of losing him.

“You were dying..couldn’t save you..” You whispered into the fabric of his shirt, at which he resumed rubbing your back.

“I’m okay. I’m right here..”

“I know..” emotion weighed down your voice as you reached for his head, thumbing through the shorter hair on the sides. He smelled like your body wash; he always said he’d replace his own eventually but he never did. You never insisted.

You woke up to an empty bed and the sound of quiet conversation at your door. Sitting up slowly, you spotted a mug of your favorite drink on the nightstand, a conflicted smile pulling at your cheeks. It felt wrong to be treated this way; with kindness. You shared this trait with Simon, you knew he often felt he was undeserving, but being on the other side of that felt just as helpless.

You grab your drink and wander into the kitchen, spotting Simon pulling a few items out of a takeaway bag. He paused when he spotted you, abandoning his task to walk over.

“Was about to give you a shove, you slept so well.” He kissed your temple, his hands resting on your hips.

“Yeah..I’m sorry about last night, I—I don’t know, I should get it under control-"

“What? You can’t control nightmares, sweetheart.”

The pet name fell so easily from his lips it made you want to hide away forever.

“I’ll always be here for you. Like you are for me, yeah? You get on my ass for sayin’ shit like that, so I’ll get on yours.” He smoothed the wrinkles in your sweater sleeve absentmindedly. “I care, you know?”

You nod quickly. “Yes.. I know.”

He leaned down to kiss you slowly, his thumb grazing your cheekbone before pulling back to guide you to the table.

The guilt melted a bit after his little deceleration, and breakfast was nice. You also got to watch him put way too much hot sauce on his food, coughing through his words while insisting he was fine. You laughed gently, retrieving some frozen fruit for his tongue.

Soon, too soon, it was time for you to head to work while Simon stayed and attempted to burn through his paperwork. Sometimes you came home while he was in a meeting, witnessing the hilarious sight of Simon Riley being outsmarted by a video call app.

You felt sort of numb today. You walked around base feeling like your legs weren’t all there.

You’d had nightmares before. He had comforted you in the dark before. And now, he had reassured you about the ordeal entirely. But if he wasn’t sure, if he was losing too much sleep, would he say anything? You tried to wring yourself out, busying yourself with small tasks in between meetings and even helping a visitor’s young girl that scraped her knee.

Nothing worked.

It only got worse the drive home, since your phone died and your radio had been stolen a few days ago. Traffic blocked the freeway that led out of town, leaving you to sit in a percolating mess of your thoughts.

How could you take away his sleep? He already went through so much, he has been through so much, the least he deserves is a peaceful place to rest. How could you do that? How could you do that to him? Why is he with you, why is he putting up with this, why are you living while he is surviving?

Why are you alive?

The car behind you blared their horn. Space had freed in front of you during your train of thought, and you pulled forward, weaving through cars, desperate to get home and yet terrified to walk through the door. When you did, you didn’t hear the tapping of his keyboard; just the soft wind you knew came from his office fan. You set down your things, making your way to that room. Peering through the open door, your heart sank.

He was sprawled on the small couch behind his desk, practically spilling off of the thing because of his size. He was sleeping. Drawing deep, steady breaths, his chest rising and falling peacefully. He must have been so tired he took a break to nap.

You exited the room as silently as you could, not being able to stop the tears welling in your eyes. Your thoughts raced, back and forth, back and forth.

You’re being dramatic.

This is proof.

He’s finally getting sleep because you’re not here.

You’re such a

It’s not that serious!

How could you do that?

Just stop crying.

What if you were never here again?

You threw up in your kitchen sink.

Saliva trailed from your bottom lip, and you could only watch, knowing you’d woken him up. Again. He could never find peace. You spit roughly, turning your back and sinking to the floor. You registered Simon’s footsteps, his figure in the doorway, the smell of your body wash.

“What’s wrong? Are you sick?”

His voice floated somewhere you couldn’t reach to. You noticed only now your breathing was frenzied, hoarse and uneven. Your hands trembled.

“Sweetheart, you’re scaring me, breathe.”

God, only you could manage to have a panic attack wrong. You must have made an upset noise through your hyperventilating, because he moved to face you.

“Come here.. come here.”

And then you were collapsing into his chest, sobbing harder with every breath. He didn’t say anything, holding you securely and rocking the both of you with an even rhythm

“It’s my fault..” your broken voice cracked through your tears.

“What? What’s your fault?” Simon ran a hand through your hair, still holding you to him.

“You..You’re never able to rest..” you hiccuped. “..while I’m here..you’re always taking care of me, you never get to sleep.”

You couldn’t stop now that you’d started.

“I shouldn’t be alive..”

Simon stiffened. He leaned forward to retrieve a dish towel, wiping away your tears, snot, and saliva so that you could see him clearly. You’d never seen his eyes so dark, so hurt.

“You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Do you hear me?” His voice was a murmur, like he was whispering a promise.

“I- I don’t..” You were about to break into a sob again when you felt his palm at your jaw.

“You have no idea how empty this world would be without you.” He paused. “It’s not like I’ve never thought about it too, but it doesn’t last forever.”

You looked up at his admission, your breathing beginning to steady. “You’ve thought about it?”

He nodded. “I promise, you will look back on this, and realize how much you appreciate everything. You only get one shot at being alive. You cannot cut it short, do you understand me?”

You nodded, unable to say a word.

“You have no control of what happens at night. When your brain starts playing tricks on you. I’ll be there every time, because I’ve lost count of how many times you’ve done it for me.”

You inhaled a shaky breath, reaching to touch his face. “I love you..”

“I love you.” He returned, pulling you close again. Anything else in the world seemed to dissolve; this was all you had ever hoped for.

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milesdickpic · 4 months

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His Little Girl | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader P.86 (OGTG CHAPTER)

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My, my babes! We are back with another one! This one is gonna be a little hectic! Will you be able to hang? PART 2 OF THE 3 POST WEEK! I love you all so much! 💕 Happy reading and enjoy! ❤️

A/n: Welcome to a glimpse of a couple of days within the Bradshaw family's life. Will you be able to hang out and stand the chaos? 😳

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: crying, anxiousness, sadness, shock, exhaustion, chaos, but more and more love 😍

Please don't take my work, I will find you.

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Bradley’s POV

It has been a month since Leia’s 7th birthday. Mav, Penny, and Amelia had stayed for the remainder of the party but had to return back that night because Mav had to make it back for flight plans with Cyclone and Warlock.

It was another long week at work. More paperwork to push, classes to teach, meetings, and training. I was exhausted again and couldn’t wait to get home to take off my boots and uniform. I felt like my feet were melted into the soles of my boots. I was walking out to the truck when Phantom stopped me.

“Bradshaw!” He was jogging over to me with his hand up.

I turned around and smiled as I stopped and waited for him. I reached my hand out to shake his. I hadn’t seen him in a while since I hadn’t been working on the tarmac with the planes. Then when I got off I was heavily involved with my kids, all six of them. The last time I saw him was at Leia’s birthday party.

“Sir, how are you?” I shook his hand and he pulled me in for a hug.

“I’m doing great. How are you doing? How are Leia and the boys doing?” He smiled as he patted me on the back.

I nodded and sighed, “I’m hanging in there. Getting back into the flow of working, especially being a senior officer now, is a little tricky and dawning, but worth it. I am a little frustrated with myself about my training. It is taking me a lot longer to get into the groove of things than I thought.” I sighed and bit my lip.

He patted my back and sighed. “Hey. Bradley.” I looked up at him and he nodded. “You’re doing a great job. Don’t beat yourself up. You’ve only been back to work fully for a month. You’re doing an outstanding job as a senior officer. Probably one of the best ones I’ve got.” He started to laugh. “Don’t tell any of the others that.” He smiled at me. “And when it comes to the training, take your time. It will come with lots and lots of practice. Just like it did when you first started flying. It took you 2 years to prepare to fly the way you fly. You are only months into this, Bradley. You have so much more time.”

I nodded and gave him a smirk. “Thank you, sir. It’s just hard to not be flying. I’m trying so hard to get back to it because it’s what I was made for.”

He shook his head at me and closed his eyes, “Bradley Nicolas Bradshaw. You were made to be a great husband, father, best friend, and son. After that, then a pilot. You are doing every single one of those things and I know your mom and dad would be proud of you. I know Mitchell, Evelyn, and I are so proud of you.”

I looked down and looked back up at him with the sting in the back of my eyes. I wasn’t going to cry, but it was nice to hear he was proud of me. “Thank you for that, sir.”

He smiled and gave me a hug, “I’ll always be here for you, Bradley. Always.” He patted me hard on my back and pulled back to look at me, “Now go get yourself home and enjoy your days off. You deserve it, kiddo.”

I shook his hand and nodded. “I’ll see you on Monday, sir. Enjoy your weekend as well.”

He winked over at me and pointed, “Evelyn, the girls, and I might be over this weekend. To offer our help with your very full house-hold.”

“I’ll look forward to it, sir.” I laughed before I got into the truck to go home.

———-

I finally pulled into the drive way of the house and sighed. It felt good to be back home after a long day at work. Being with all of you always brought a smile to my face. When I walked into the house you were all alone and it was silent.

“Sweetheart?” You were laying back on the couch. You looked up and smiled at me.

“Hey, Brad.” You sat up and welcomed me over.

“Where is everyone at?” I sat next to you and started to untie my boots. “They all outside?”

You shook your head and smiled. “They all went out. Jake and Nat came home early today…”

I cut you off, “Lucky them.” I started to laugh.

You chuckled and placed your arm around my shoulders, “They came home early, so they and Austin took the kids out to give momma some quiet time. Such a sweet gesture. I was going to go out and grocery shop. Restock the house for everything, but they said they got it all covered and for me just to sit here and relax.”

I kicked off my boots and wrapped my arm over your shoulders. “Well that was awfully sweet of them. How has mommy’s quiet time been?” I kissed your cheek.

You plugged your nose and laughed. “It was very quiet and smelt nice until right now. Mr. Bradshaw you need a shower.”

I laughed and shook my head. “I did workout before I left and the AC in my office has been broken so, I was sweating like a pig, sweetheart.” I kissed your head hard. “I’ll go and shower and come back down. See what you’re up to.” I smiled and poked your nose. “I’ll miss you!”

I could hear you laughing and plop back down on the couch as i ran up the stairs to clean up and get out of my uniform. I jumped in the shower and scrubbed down. I wanted to make sure I smelt good for you. I got out and brushed my hair back as I dried off. I threw on some grey sweats and a white t-shirt. I ran back down stairs and you were watching TV on the couch. I smiled and plopped down hard next to you.

I placed a hard kiss against your hair. “What are we watching, sweetheart?” I threw my arm around your shoulder and pulled you into my side. You nestled into my shoulder.

“Just watching Star Wars. The usual.” You giggled. We sat there and watch it for a while. “Did you want to go out and do anything, Brad?” You placed your hand on my chest and looked up at me.

I continued to watch Anakin and Obi-Wan fight. “We can do whatever you feel like, babe.” I smiled and looked over at you. I kissed your forehead. “What do you feel like doing? You wanna go out and go on a date?” I raised my brows at you.

Your eyes went wide, “Bradley Bradshaw, are you asking me on a date?” You smirked at me and raised a brow.

I grabbed your hand and interlocked our fingers. I chuckled and nodded. “I am. Y/n Bradshaw, will you go on a date with me?”

You started to laugh and took your hand away from mine. You slapped my chest, “You are so cheesy, Brad.” You pushed off of my chest and got up. you reached your hand out for mine and smiled. “I would love to go on a date with you.”

I smiled up at you and grabbed your hand. I stood up and we ran upstairs together to get ready. “We are such children!” I laughed and dragged you up the stairs to our closet.

We decided we wanted to surprise each other so we both dressed accordingly and would get ready and then present ourselves to one another. The date was super casual so we both decided to be comfortable.

We were going to go and get dinner and then go for a walk on the beach and then the pier.

I opted for a Rolling Stones t shirt and some dark blue jeans. I got out of the closet and slipped my ring on and put on my chain. I combed my mustache and gave it a little trim before I started to fix my hair.

You stepped out of the closet and cleared your throat. “Ready!”

I turned around and started to chuckle. “No way.”

You started to laugh as we looked at each other. You came out in a Radiohead T-shirt and light blue jeans. “I guess we both have the same super comfy causal taste.” You looked at me with wide eyes.

I looked at the T-shirt and raised my brows. “Sweetheart, is that the shirt I got you back in college?” I got closer and took a better look at it. “Holy shit! It is!” I looked up at you and smiled. “You look so good, honey.” I kissed your cheeks and your forehead.

“I can’t believe it still fits. Three kids later.” You smiled and kissed my hand. “You went to a concert with Mav. I couldn’t come because of finals, so you brought me back this shirt.”

I looked down at you with amazement. “I can’t believe you kept it. Was sure you burned everything that I ever gave you.” I started to laugh loudly.

You rolled your eyes. “Shut up, Bradshaw.” You smiled and grabbed my hand to lead me back down stairs.

We both put on some converse and headed out the door. I opened your door to the truck and helped you in. I kissed your cheek and fastened your seatbelt before closing the door. I hopped into the car and smiled at you. “You ready for a date night?”

You smiled and nodded. I grabbed your hand and drove to out first destination. The Lanai At Mamala Bay.

———-

We drove up to the restaurant and I hopped down from the truck. I ran over to your side to open the door and help you down. “After you, sweetheart.” I closed your door behind you and grabbed your hand as we made it in. We opted to sit outside on the balcony and they brought us out to our seats.

It was a beautiful view of the beach and a small dock where a couple of boats were anchored. We ordered out food and enjoyed out time together.

“What do you think the kiddies are doing?” You looked out to the ocean taking in the new scenery.

I sipped my water and cleared my throat. “I think the three Bradbabies are all making their Aunt and Uncles life a living hell. Especially if the boys are shitting themselves and Hangman has to change them.” I started to laugh.

You looked over at me with squinted eyes. “You think we should call them and make sure everything is okay?”

I nodded. “I thought you’d never ask.” I whooped out my phone and dialed Austin’s cell. You scooted your chair next to me and we anxiously waited for an answer.

“Hey, mom and dad!” Austin laughed as he waved to the both of you.

You and Bradley both waved back to him. “Hey!”

You grabbed Bradley’s phone. “Where are my kids!” You said excitedly.

Austin held his phone up to show you he was holding Luke in his lap and giving him a bottle, while Phoenix had Bradley and was doing the same. She waved at you and made little Brad wave to you as well.

“Oh my goodness! The boys look so cute!” You were cooing over them and I scooted next to you so I could get a quick look as well.

“My boys! Where is Leia Rey?”

Austin flipped the camera and it showed that they were at the park. You could see Leia running around with Hangman by the play structure.

Austin flipped the phone back to himself and Luke.

“Is everything going okay with the kiddos?” You asked with a bog smile.

Austin nodded and gave you a quick thumbs up. “Perfect! They’re all enjoying themselves and having a great time. We took a quick break from errands to give the kids some play time.”

You sighed in relief that everything was okay. “I miss them!” You made a sad pouty face.

Austin chuckled. “They miss you too. But enjoy yourself. Have fun! You’ll see them later on!”

You nodded and looked at me. We both waved goodbye and I put my phone away, just in time for when our food arrived for us.

We ate our lunch and caught up with one another. I felt like we hadn’t had a conversation with each other in a long time. Even though we lived together and were always together when I wasn’t away at work.

After we ate, We went to go and walk along the shore line on the beach. I grabbed your hand and pulled you into my side. I wrapped my arm over your shoulders and placed a kiss to you temple. We were enjoying the quiet. The sand crunching under our bare feet and the waved crashing in on one another. It was nice. The sun was out and there was a slight breeze. I looked down at you. You interlocked your fingers with mine and looked out at the ocean. You were smiling so big. The sun was hitting your face and it made you glow, while the breeze blew your hair back slightly. How did I get so lucky?

I squeezed your hand and you looked up at me and smiled. “I’ve missed our alone time, sweetheart.” You giggled. “What?” I smiled at you. “I feel like we have been so busy with our lives this last year together.”

You nodded slowly, “It has been pretty hectic and busy, but I like it.” You smiled up at me.

“As long as it’s with you. Hectic, busy, slow, boring. Doesn’t matter. All that matters is I have you and the kids, Brad.”

I leaned down and gave you a kiss. “If you keep being mushy like this we will have a fourth before the end of the year.”

Your eyes went wide and you shook your head. “Clam down, Bradshaw. Let’s see if you can handle all three on your own before you say that.” You smiled.

I sighed, “Oh honey, if you only knew…” I started to laugh to myself.

———-

Another month passed by and the boys were getting bigger and bigger. They were two almost 3 months old and the doctors said they were both the equivalent and in the percentage range for an infant that was 6 months old. The boys were learning so fast and growing to be huge. Not only the boys, but Leia as well.

“Okay, baby boy.” I wrapped a towel around Luke as he giggled. “All done buddy.” I smiled as I brought him over to the bed where you were finishing up dressing little Brad. I kissed your cheek, “Got him babe?”

You nodded, “I do. Thank you.” You smiled at me.

I started to run the bath water warm. “Leia Rey, bath time, sweetheart.” I called out for Leia.

I heard her foot steps running through the hallway to our room. “Braddie, Lukey-bear.” She placed kissed on her brother’s heads before she came over to me. She looked into the bath tub as the water started to fill up. “Daddy, do you think I could try by myself?”

I looked up at her and then over to you. You and I both had our eyebrows raised. I looked back at Leia. “You wanna give yourself a bath?”

She smiled and nodded, “I’m not a little baby anymore, daddy.”

I pushed my lips together and nodded sadly. “You’re absolutely right.” I touched her hair behind her ear. I sighed.

“Daddy, I start first grade tomorrow. I’m practically an adult.” She raised her brows at me trying to convince me.

I started to laugh. “An adult??” I squinted my eyes at her. “Okay little Miss Leia Bradshaw, the adult. You can give yourself a bath.” I laughed as I handed her her towel and wash cloth. I stood up and patted her head. “I’m gonna help momma with your brothers, sweetheart. I’ll be right over there if you need any help.” I kissed her head.

“I don’t need help, daddy! I got it!”

I pushed my lips together again and nodded. “Okay, Leia Rey.” I started to walk away. I stopped and looked back one more time as she was turning off the water.

She gestured for me to get out of the bathroom. So I nodded and proceeded to walk over to you and the boys. I sat on the edge of the bed staring into space. You were finishing up with Luke.

“Kicked you out, huh daddy?” You giggled.

I sighed. “Yup. She doesn’t need me anymore.” I dropped my head and acted like I was crying. You started to laugh as you handed Little Brad to me.

“Maybe she doesn’t, but you still have two more that do.” You started to laugh as you placed Luke’s arms into his onesie.

I held Brad in front of me as he smiled at me with his fist in his mouth. “You need daddy right?” He giggled and squealed as he kicked his feet. “Good. Cause sissy doesn’t. At least I have you boys.” I attacked him with kissed and he squealed even louder. I placed him against my chest and rubbed his back.

“Daddy!”

You and I looked at each other and you gestured towards the bathroom. I placed Brad on his tummy as I made my way back into the bathroom. I peaked in and raised my brows. “You rang?”

“Daddy, I need help into the tub.” Leia stood there with her arms crossed.

I started to laugh as I entered into the bathroom. “But I thought you were an adult and didn’t need me anymore?” I said as I walked over to her. I crossed my arms.

“Daddy, I still need your help, please. Even if I am an adult.” She gave me her puppy dog eyes as she continued to cross her arms.

I laughed and kissed her cheek before picking her up and placing her into the tub. “I will always be here to help you, Leia Rey. EVEN when you are an adult.” I kissed her cheek even harder before I left the bathroom again.

“Thanks daddy! I Love you!”

I looked back and smiled. “I love you, sweetheart.” As I started to walk out she called for me again.

“Daddy, wait…” I turned around. “Maybe one more bath as a baby adult? I don’t know what to do…”

I laughed and made my way back over to her. I messed her hair up a little as I knelt in front of the tub. “Of course, sweetheart.”

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The next morning, Phoenix, Hangman, and I were all off. We were going to all be able to see Leia off for her first day of first grade. The house slowly turned into chaos.

Hangman, Phoenix, and me were all downstairs drinking our coffee by 0600. I had already fed, changed, and put Brad and Luke back to sleep a little longer before we all piled into the car to bring Leia to school. Austin was up and out with Gunner for his morning business run.

“Are you ready to have a first grader, Bradshaw?” Phoenix asked before sipping her coffee.

“Ready or not, I have one.” I sighed as I placed my mug onto the counter.

Hangman cleared his throat and set his mug down. “Before you know it, you’ll have a 7th grader and the boys will be in kindergarten for their first day.” He started to laugh.

I winced thinking about it and shook my head. “Bagman. Can you shut up for 5 minutes.” I pinched the bridge of my nose thinking about it. Cause in reality that was not far away.

He put his hands up in confusion. “That was the first thing I’ve said all morning?”

I put my hand up to him and nodded. “And that would be all, please.”

Him and Phoenix started to laugh at me as I came to more and more realization that I am going to blink and that day would be here.

Austin came into the house with Gunner. “What’d I miss? Why does Bradley look distressed again?”

Phoenix and Hangman started to laugh harder and I felt like I was hungover.

———-

Who would have thought that just in an hour that calm moment would turn into what it did. You and I were in the room trying to get Leia and the boys ready to go. Once the boys were ready Phoenix and Austin came in to grab them while we tried to get ourselves ready along with Leia. The boys were hungry, They are always hungry per my appetite, so Nix and Austin were rushing to get them a bottle. Leia couldn't decided how she wanted her hair. You were ironing her uniform. Hangman was downstairs trying to figure out a lunch for Leia. Gunner was whining because the boys were upset. It was a very busy morning.

When everything finally started to settle. We loaded everyone into the trucks and were off. In our truck, it was you, the boys, Leia, and Me. In Hangman’s truck, him, Gunner, Austin, and Nix.

You and I took a deep breath and I grabbed your hand. You looked at me with wide eyes. “When we get home. We prep everything for tomorrow morning.”

I nodded and we both laughed. “I agree, honey.”

We all arrived at the school. Hangman came over and got Leia down from the car. Austin and Phoenix had Gunner. You and I got the boys down from the car. Once we were all out, we walked into the school. Leia saw a bunch of her friends and ran to them to give them hugs. We saw a couple of our pilots there dropping their kids off and we all made small talk.

“Uncle Jakey, remember when you all picked me up from school that one time with music and you were all in your flight suits?”

Jake started to laugh, “I remember that. Do you guys remember that?”

Phoenix and I started to laugh, “How could I forget?”

You looked at me confused, “You guys did what?”

I laughed, “Nothing, sweetheart.” You shook your head at me.

We arrived at her classroom and we all said our good-byes to her. She was so excited. Jake grabbed the boys from you and I. You gave Leia a kiss and a hug.

I knelt down and kissed her forehead. “I love you, Leia. Have a great day at school. And remember.”

She nodded. “Don’t think. Just do.” She was ready to salute me.

I grabbed her hand and laughed. I shook my head, “Remember to have fun, babe.” I pinched her cheek and she laughed.

“Ohhh. Right…” She started to turn red. She jumped into my embrace.

“Have a great first day, sweetheart.”

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OMG Besties, would you all have been able to withstand being in a house with all of them? Cause I would enjoy TF outta this 😂 (that's just me tho) I hope you are all enjoying the story so far! I cant thank you enough for being here 🥰 I'll see you babes in the next chapter!🫶🏼

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hyuukais · 1 year

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Take My Time

You want to help but you don’t want to be alone. There’s just never enough time for the two of you. He’s got too much work, you’ve got too little, beginning taking up tasks no one has asked for. Maybe all you need is to take out each others time instead.

word count: 2.1k

genres: Prince!Taehyun x Fiancé!Reader, established relationship, some angst, some fluff

warnings: a little suggestive but nothing too hard, reader is referred to as a “fiancé” tho remains otherwise gn!

author: hello everyone!! it feels like it’s been a while, and it definitely has. i’ve been super busy as of late but i’m super excited to be getting back into a groove of writing! anyways, this is my submission for @kflixnet ‘s exchange event ! dedicated to the wonderful @byeolhyesisi (byu)! i wish i had realized earlier that you were a stay, so i could have written something more personal for you </3 either way i hope you still like it !!

Silence echoes in the high ceilings of the dining room. Only the lonely sounds of your chewing break through. The grand table, decorated with pastries and meats and fruits from across the four kingdoms, surrounded by nothing but air. Your solitary presence takes up a minuscule corner seat. This loneliness is routine, simply another requirement to being the crown prince’s significant other. Each morning, the royal cooks and servants laid out extravagant meals, all to be enjoyed by the royal family and advisors. And each morning, you were usually the only one sitting at the table. Some mornings, the Queen would stop in for a moment, though she never stayed long; Huening was a frequent visitor, only ever grabbing a handful of tarts before skittering away. It wasn’t their fault. Ever since the king’s abdication coupled with your engagement, everyone in the castle was suddenly a lot busier. You seemed to be the rare exception. In the days, when Taehyun had been stolen away by countless court officials and the sight of his face seemed nothing but a faded memory, you so often found yourself in this very position; alone. The empty echo of grand rooms unfilled, the hollow thump of your feet in lasting corridors, the quiet page flip of a book almost finished.

Now, breakfast finished, you place down the little silverware you used upon your plate, readying it to be returned. The staff usually tried to stop you when you showed up in the kitchen; going on about you not needing to do their work, sometimes panicked as though they’d failed to do a far more incredibly important task than collecting your breakfast dining ware. However, you found it felt nice to help out in any way possible, despite most’ consistent rejection of your need to work. You’d even begun a quiet project of restoring the library’s most neglected corners, though you doubt anyone went in there as often as you to even notice.

The click of your shoes follows you through the stoney stairwell down to the kitchen. Swirling around yourself, down down to the landing where the scent of fresh bread is permanent and heat permeates from the walls. The deep hum of conversation flies beneath the door; something almost familiar in the way it flows. You reach for the door, balancing the dirty dishes in one hand before it swings open by itself. The shock shoves you back a step, almost toppling the plates you were holding. Swift hands jump out to save you from the disaster, steadying your fall. The rough of calluses scratch at your skin with palms hesitant to touch you.

“Ah, sorry about that, your highness. I was in a bit of a rush.” The kind voice of Royal General Choi betrays some tremble of nerves.

“No, no, it’s okay. Thank you, General, and please, call me Y/n.”

“Well, then, please call me Yeonjun.” He breaks away from his fairly tense smile with a chuckle you join in on. “Have a good day, Y/n.”

He quickly brushed past you in a hurry. “You too.” A thought suddenly struck you, turning you around. “Wait, Yeonjun, do you know where Taehyun will be today?”

The man’s eyes go wide, very obvious in how you caught him off-guard. “Taehyun? Well, um, I believe he’ll be in meetings with the-uh-King’s Council all day. Yeah. Why, is there something you need him for?”

Your heart falls a little, as though you didn’t already know; he’s going to be very busy from now on, as is any king. You may be his fiancé but, unmarried, you were less than his consort. That was your sacrifice for a love you cherished more than anything. “No, no, just curious. Thank you, Yeonjun.”

The burning hearth warms your heart as you greet the young maiden tending its flames beneath a tray of exquisitely made sweets. She nods back, used to your presence down here. You move off toward the sinks, saying hello as you go, workers greeting you in return. They shuffle around with grand trays and brooms; the loud thump of those slicing up fruits and vegetables. Approaching the old woman hunched over a small bucket of water, you watched her shaking hands work into the already shining silver of a large platter.

“Good morning, Alice.”

She stops scrubbing, wiping the suds off on her apron and softly taking the dishes from your hands. “Oh good morning, dear.” The plates placed to soak in the soapy water, she pulls on your hands to have you sit on the stool beside her. “How was breakfast this morning?”

“Oh, well, nothing new. The muffins were very good.” Her wrinkling fingers rubbed slowly over yours.

She hummed before leaning over, a puckish smirk now stretched up to the glint in her eyes, “And? Any sight of his majesty?”

“Ah.” You find yourself looking away, suddenly much more interested in alleviating her of some of the china all piled high next to you.

“My goodness! You ate alone again?”

“He’s very busy, Halmeoni, he’s about to be King. The last thing he needs is to be distract-“

“Ah!” Her hand snatched yours out of the warming waters, “Don’t you finish that sentence. I cannot let you say that word. You are not a distraction. Excuse my disgrace, but King or not, you are his partner. If he cannot give you the time for a simple meal together, after you have left behind your life to come here and be with him. Then, my child, he is not worth your time.” Her kindly features wrinkled with her downturned brow, with the greatest strength she could muster, her hands squeezed into yours. Her eyes held wisdom beyond your years, locked behind a lifetime of lost chances.

“I-“ Some rotten feeling deep down inside of you knows she’s right. Still, the most rational part of you knew that nothing of this was purposeful. He was preparing to lead a nation, no simple feat, and yet. You had given up your relatively stable life in the village working as a florist, which is how you’d met Taehyun in the first place. When he kept coming back to your quaint little store on the edge of the capital, week after week, buying bouquets and arrangements, which he eventually confided all went in his private study. Things simply evolved from there; dates, dinners, walks, until he asked you to marry him, which meant moving into the palace. Of course you accepted and that’s where you were now; alone in the home he promised to build with you.

“I’ll talk to him, Alice. I promise. Now let me help you with some of these dishes.”

The musk of paper was shrouded behind the mounds of dirt filling the air. Particles fly, with every swish of your hand the haze gets heavier. Your rag has almost lost all its original color beneath a smooth coating of dust. Towering above, the delicate curves of the mahogany shelves are perhaps the cleanest they’ve been in centuries. Your small corner of respite, lit up only by artificial light, was slowly finding new life. This section, tucked in the very back of the library, past the rows and rows of classical titles and grandiose histories, was perhaps your favorite genre of all. Three wide-spanning bookcases, all piled to the brims with books on horticulture. Books full of plants and flowers and soils and meanings. One detailing the language of flowers, the most well-worn in the section, mainly from its use by you. As a florist, of course, you already knew much of the information here, but your heart yearned for everything to keep in touch with the knowledge.

You set down the dusting rag, taking a step back to admire your work. The rich browns, intricately carved with scenes of nature and gods, shimmer like they’re glossed and new. All of the books settled along the shelves are just as clean despite their varying states. Your hand reached for the one you’ve read time and time again, curling up in the armchair stuffed in between bookcases. Here, the world slips away. Taken in by the plush feeling, the woody scent, the low light, and the beautiful sketches laid out on the paper before you. You fall into a peace where this time alone is cherishable. Words swallow up your thoughts, sounds around you faded, and you forget everything. Until the soft thump of footsteps filters into the air. An odd sound, you had never seen anyone else coming in here before. The sound grows closer with its source soon rounding the corner.

A blue head of hair comes into your view. You take pause for a moment, reeling in a state of shock. Taehyun’s face lights up as he makes eye contact with you and begins walking forward.

“Y/n.”

He’s dressed to a tee, a starched suit dipped in midnight blues and dressed in accents of gold. Jewels and medals dripped down above his breast pocket. He looks amazing, expensive and royal and elegant. Yet, with the undone buttons slowly creeping further down, there is a sense of exhaustion in his stance.

You stand from the chair to meet him halfway down the aisle. “Tae-what-what are you doing here?”

You aren’t prepared for when he immediately took hold of your hands and brought his lips onto yours. In the rushed moment, his lips still land softly, hands slowly encircling your waist and ever so slightly tugging you closer. Your eyes stay open in surprise, hands not knowing where to fall for a moment. Yet, as he pulls you in tighter, your eyes flutter shut, succumbing to the heat his mouth trails upon your skin. When he pulls away, it takes a moment for them to crack open. Faces still so close, you feel every heavy breath he takes pounding in his chest.

The heady silence draws your words out into a whisper. “Love…what are you doing here?”

His breathing is replaced with a heavy sigh as his grasp around your waist loosens. Big, round boba eyes open up to meet you. “Do I need a reason to come see you?”

“Well-no, of course not. It’s just…” His eyes move back and forth, trying to catch yours as you look away.

“…I’m sorry I haven’t been around very much.” You shoot your head up to find the regretful smile he’d placed in his lips.

“No-no, Tae it’s not-you-you’ve got a lot on your plate! You-”

“I should never be too busy for you.” The delicate sweep of his fingers over your temple causes a swift thumping in your chest. “I’m being pulled in so many different directions at the moment and you’ve been so patient with me; thank you for that. I haven’t been taking the moments I’ve had to spend with you. I really am sorry. This King stuff is important, but before all of that should be the person I’ve dedicated the rest of my life to.”

His thumb rubs a sweet circle around your cheek. In a rush, you pull his face back down to yours, taking him by surprise this time. In the farthest corner of the least-traversed room, you took in his heat, his love, his time and gave him all of yours in return. Even startled, his hands wrap back into position, pressing you into him. The overwhelming smell of his black cherry scent melts you down deeper. His lips are rougher this time, pushing back against you with a new fervor. Your hands travel up into his hair, tressing through the blue silk. A sigh slips between your lips and there’s a noticeable relaxing of Taehyun’s shoulders.

You pull away first still bumping the tip of your nose onto his.

“So,” His breaths are heavy, “I guess that means I’m forgiven?”

“Tae, love,” The smile he wears is far lighter now. “You didn’t have to apologize in the first place. You’re busy with a lot of really important things; I understand that. And I was never mad at you, I-I was just lonely. I want to be there for you in any way I can, but I barely see you in my day-to-day. We just need to learn how to make the time. You know I’ll miss a few hours of sleep just so I can spend time with you.”

“I love you, Y/n, but don’t go missing sleep over me.”

You giggle while leaning up to his cheek. “I love you too, my prince.”

“I still have some time now, not sure how much. I lost the tailor and Soobin maybe, 20 or so minutes ago. He probably won’t find me for a while.”

“Wait-wha-Taehyun, you ran away from your tailor!?”

“You weren’t the only one feeling a little lonely.” He seals the words with one final kiss filled with laughter and love. Taking up your slowly ticking time together.

tagging: @ibyeonjun

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violettfeathers · 9 months

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Soft Drizzles

Summary: Neuvillette is typically too embarrassed to tickle anyone.... Well, maybe there's one exception. Word count: 579 A/N: This can be read as either platonic or romantic, doesn't matter. And lol, this is one of my first times posting writing, so please don't mind if it's bad or anything. (please rb)

Neuvillette is embarrassed easily. He is embarrassed easily, and often becomes shy, especially with touch. Specifically…. Tickling. He couldn’t imagine touching someone that way. And making them laugh? His face heats up at the thought of such a thing - and at the mere word, too.

Well…. All but one person he couldn’t imagine touching in that kind of way.

He smiled affectionately at the sweet, desperate giggles which met his ears, his fingers gently dancing and drumming over small rib bones. Complaints rose up from his “victim” (Or, rather, she had put herself in this position - all her own fault) He dug his index fingers into the grooves between the bones, causing a squeal to burst out of her.

She almost seemed like a whole new person, red faced, hiccupping in her giggles and titters, her clothes all rumpled. Her hair was even messier than usual, but it only added to her charm in the whole situation.

“Well, then, Lady Furina,” Neuvillette started, raising one hand to gently scratch at her underarm, causing her arm to tightly clamp down as she snorted. “You certainly acted out of place during the trial today. I believe you have.. An apology due?”

He chuckled softly when Furina stuck her tongue out, knowing all too well that she’d be too stubborn and prideful to apologize. She had faced him with a situation today which he’d rather not have dealt with, all the attention on him in an unwanted way. It was a brief moment of embarrassment, undeserving of any genuine negative emotions, but even still, Neuvillette didn’t mind playing around with his archon a little bit like this.

“You- Ahaha-!! Lehet me gohooo!! Aahehehe– you rohoadkill!” Neuvillette huffed out a fond laugh again, moving the hand against her underarm to the lower side of her torso, his thumb gently digging into the sensitive muscle just above her hip bone, causing her entire body to spasm and jump, a loud gasp breaking free of her.

“NOho-” She squealed out, her hands finally managing to find the strength to shoot forward and latch onto Neuvillette’s sides, roughly squeezing with as much strength as they could muster. Neuvillette nearly collapsed on top of her, yelping out in surprise before soft, hearty laughter began to flood past his lips. The sudden tickle attack caused his own attack to weaken, with his Archon taking advantage of the hiccup. Her hands instantly went from his sides to his neck, her fingertips ever so lightly gliding and spidering over the sensitive skin. Every so often, her nails would gently trace over it too. Neuvillette scrunched up his neck, his giggles turning into soft laughter, with him hiccuping every so often.

“He-he, I’ve got you now, you otter- AHehe!! HEY!!” Her triumph was short lived as she squealed out, head tilting back when the gentle squeezing above her hip bone returned.

And here they were, the two most important people in the Nation of Fontaine, squealing and laughing loudly as they tickled each other in Neuvillette’s office; both blushing, hiccupping and tearing up in mirth.

Outside, a light, gentle drizzle fell over Fontaine. Small, warm droplets fell on the faces of children, who laughed and played, jumping in the tiny puddles which formed on the ground. The sun warmed the land, and fluffy, white clouds littered the sky. A rainbow appeared too, faint but beautiful, spreading through the sky of Fontaine. Oh, well; probably just another moment of strange weather.

#ler!neuvillette #lee!neuvillette #switch!neuvillette #ler!furina #lee!furina #switch!furina #ticklish!neuvillette #ticklish!furina #genshin tickle #genshin tickling #I always feel so embarrassed while tagging things lol #genshin impact tickling #tickle fic #nikita writes #my fics

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scaryman-fancam · 3 months

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The untapped potential that is the ship Revhound is fucking crazy guys, please hear me out

Revhound (Revenant x Bloodhound) Headcanons/Drabble!!

warnings: canon typical violence, blood, suggestive themes

- Let’s say all prior Revenant headcanons I’ve listed are correct in this scenario. Like, Revenant does have an extremely accurate sense of smell, can smell fear, blood, etc., right?

- Bloodhound’s whole thing is being a tracker. Revenant, the perfect assassin. Putting them against each other creates an interesting game of hunter vs. hunter.

- I imagine that they would definitely hold some sort of respect for one another. They’re both aware of each other’s reputation, and both believe the other is a bit of wasted potential. Bloodhound thinks Revenant could be just as perfect a tracker as them, if not even better, while Revenant believes Bloodhound could do with a little more aggression and durability.

- With Revenant’s Forged Shadows, he can afford to push hard on a target once he’s got them where he wants them. Bloodhound doesn’t have this sort of ability, but they could certainly benefit with some sort of training, perhaps? Withstand defensive attacks a little better and push harder, and if only Revenant had some way to practice putting his heightened senses to use…

- They can help each other train, maybe. Run away to a heavily forested area with crazy terrain, start off miles from each other. Bloodhound shows Revenant how to utilize his keen sense of smell to track, while Revenant forces Bloodhound to push themselves further every time.

- It’s truly vicious. Primal even. At first, Bloodhound does well to evade Revenant, to lure him into a space where they have the upper hand. After a weekend, Revenant has already found his groove in these new skills. Tracking down Bloodhound is the easy part. The chase, the fight, is where things get interesting.

- Revenant is unrelenting. Doesn’t need air or water or rest for weary muscles. Bloodhound is brought to their very limit and forced to take the leap, hoping to catch on something and learn to carry on even when their body aches. Learn to know when it’s time to turn and fight.

- They goad each other into becoming the (best? Worst? Most terrifying?) versions of themselves. Weekend after weekend when they’re not scheduled to play in the games, they’ve run off to train. It becomes more than routine. It’s instinct. The thrill of the hunt, the blood, the dirt and the metal shavings left on thorns and discarded axes, the familiarity of one another, the bond of finding one another, and fighting until the other gives out, only to give mercy in the last second. They can’t kill one another, no, then the fun will end.

- They’re constantly adapting to one another. Bloodhound leaving a trail of brittle leaves and branches, only for Revenant to learn to stalk quieter over them. Revenant climbing into trees above to try and get the drop of Bloodhound, only for them to begin spotting the crude marks of metal claws on the sides of trees from far away.

- Revenant feels alive. Bloodhound explores a brutal side of themselves, becoming more aggressive just to be able to match the simulacrum. They need these getaways like they need blood in their veins or coolant in his system. The games are too impersonal, too safe for live broadcasts for thousands of fans watching. It’s private when they’re away, it’s sacred, it becomes a second home, or rather a true home in comparison to the cots back at headquarters, or the living spaces provided by the games.

- It could become something more. Defeat and victory after a bloody battle with promised mercy, boundaries that are never crossed for the sake of doing this dance again and again. Admitting defeat at each other’s hands becomes allowing victory in the arms of one another. It’s an odd form of trust, allowing each other the privilege of beating them down until they’re within the last stretches of consciousness.

- Suddenly recovery isn’t spent alone, the trek back to headquarters and silence in their rooms. It’s staying a little longer in the privacy of abandoned buildings and crowded forests, tending to the wounds inflicted upon each other. Revenant’s hands coated in blood are the same hands that dress Bloodhound’s bloodied limbs; Bloodhound’s finger tips grazing the metal of Revenant’s form, searching for the last few bullets and thorns.

- Bloodhound learns the ins and outs of this simulacrum, having partially disassembled him to remove a splintering branch. Learns that he can feel, not just pain, but also tenderness. They learn that the feather light touches and gentle pressure earn sounds akin to purring, those burning yellow optics flickering and dimming. Revenant doesn’t sleep, but he can remember the comfort of soft sheets and a warm bed, a safe place to dream when he finally accept the embrace of his rival.

- Revenant learns that same tenderness. Hands crafted to be efficient blades can sooth the cuts they dealt. The cool, blunt, metal finger pads learn the pressure that eases bruises. His prize for winning today is the honor of cradling Bloodhound rather than the reversal. He doesn’t know when it became a prize, but victory was no longer as simple as the rush of pride when Bloodhound landed in a bloodied, exhausted heap. Victory was the sweet reward of seeing the other so vulnerable and trusting. Trust the other not to finish them off in a secluded place. Trusting the not to leave them to fend for themselves. They knew the weakest points of each other, how to take apart and put back together one another.

- Revenant learns what’s under that mask- the goggles too. Bloodhound finds every latch and groove in the metal of Revenant’s form. They know each other’s skin better than their own. It’s only a matter of time before they’ve memorized one another inside and out. The hunt, the chase, the battle, the recovery; they become a courting ritual. Proving that they’re worthy of one another, with violence and tenderness, with warm blood and cold metal.

#apex legends #revenant apex legends #revenant #implied violence #revenant headcanons #canon typical violence #apex revenant #apex legends bloodhound #Revhound #revenant x bloodhound

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itskindamagical · 10 months

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Criminal Minds: the moment they realized they are in love with you

AN: this one was just a cute excuse to write some sweet fluff with Aaron and Jack. In this Jack is a little kid, around 5 or 6 so again early seasons plot and character wise. This one is much more focused on Hotch and his internal monologue, unlike part 1

AN Edit: Sorry this one took so long. I had mixed feelings about how this one was going the entire time I wrote it.

Part 2: Aaron Hotchner

You were on the phone with Hotch and you knew he was pacing in his hotel room in frustration. Speaking to you was the only thing keeping him from loosing his mind. You always let Aaron vent to you, and with a job like his, he needed to do plenty of that so you two called often. At this moment he was explaining his current predicament to you, trying not to sound too frustrated. You could practically hear his footsteps grooving the carpet in the room. He paced while telling you how irritated and disappointed Hailey would be at him. He was half way across the country and would be getting home tomorrow night instead of today. The jet was having technical difficulties, which would postpone his flight home. Aaron was supposed to be meeting Hailey to pick up Jack for the weekend tomorrow morning, which was impossible now with the delay. He’d have to tell Hailey to hold off an entire day, messing up whatever plans she had. It irked you just a bit how much Hotch would beat himself up in the name of Hailey and her judgements. In your opinion, he shouldn’t be spending his time frustrated with the thoughts of his ex wife. That, and the fact that it wasn’t a big deal. Aaron was such a pessimist and it took a toll on him. You’d stay up late on calls with him in hopes it would relieve some of the weight on his shoulders. Hopefully he would let you help him with this.

“Aaron, let me help. I’m off work tomorrow and it’s been so long since I’ve gotten to see Jack. I don’t mind.”

“Y/N, you know I can’t ask you to do that,” he shot your request down immediately. You took a deep breath.

“Aaron, please drop it with the pride. You work too hard at your job already and still give a hundred percent to your son. You don’t have to do everything. Causing this extra stress for yourself is useless,” you paused for a moment and let him digest your words. “You are human, and I want you to have night where you come home with as little stress as possible, so just let me do this for you.” Aaron was a little taken aback with the forcefulness of you words, and equally as so with your kindness. He forgets how much you care. He fought with himself for a short while. You were so sweet and convincing. Your personable and almost charming nature had Hotch keep you at arms length for a while. He couldn’t just open himself up to you. He was afraid to become close with someone again. Nothing scared him more than falling for someone.

“Alright, you’re convincing. You can stay at my place. You know where I keep the spare key,” Aaron gave in. Your kindness resonated with him and he did need some help.

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It was almost midnight when Aaron got home from the bureau the next night. There was a soft rainfall as he unlocked his side door. Swiftly, he moved to punch the code into the alarm to keep it from blaring. He knew Jack was most likely sound asleep at this time. He placed his raincoat on the rack and walked into the living room on the way to his bedroom. The tv was on but muted, showing reruns of a children’s cartoon. Aaron set his briefcase down. He looked to the couch, which you were sound asleep on next to Jack, who’s head rested on your shoulder. You both looked so at peace while you slept to the hum of the cable box, ignoring the sound of rain pattering on the roof and the noises Aaron made entering his home.

Seeing you and Jack resting peacefully struck at Hotch’s heartstrings. He thought he probably hadn’t seen anything as sweet and cute and loving since he had been through his divorce. He knew it was silly, but Aaron thought you looked beautiful in the glow of the tv. Your features looked so soft and you looked so peaceful when you slept. Jack looked so comfortable next to you and he knew you loved Jack like he was family. Family. That’s what this reminded him of. Domestic bliss. Seeing you and Jack at home after a long and stressful case was just what he needed. The wonderful sight before him made him realize something. This is all he ever wanted. To come home to you and his son at the end of the day. To have that comfort and love and stability. A fond place to keep his heart, people who loved him. A family. Aaron was wishing every night was like this. The warm and intense feeling in his chest was almost startling to Hotch. It had been so long since he had felt that way. For so long he feared this feeling, this revelation, as he had been fighting and pushing away his feelings for you for so long, but watching you and Jack sleep so calmly and happily, it confirmed the feelings he’d been rejecting for so long. It was so powerful, and it made him feel such joy, he didn’t want to push it away anymore. He loved you. The thought was resolute. He was finally ready to accept it.

After staring lovingly at you and Jack for a few more minutes, Aaron decided to get ready for bed, and went to take a quick shower. He let the water hit is back and thought about you, and what being in love with you meant. He was never one to over analyze his feelings. He always coped with his feelings by pretending they were insignificant. This, being in love, however, wasn’t insignificant. When he saw you with his son, he had this sweet, paternal feeling. Did that mean he wanted you to be like a mom to Jack? He wanted to come home to you everyday. Did that mean he wanted you to live with him? He shook his head free from thoughts because thinking about dating and marriage and having kids was extremely heavy. Aaron needed to go to sleep and face his revelation’s tomorrow, with a clear head and as much sleep as he could possibly get.

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You awoke with a start from a strange dream, which you immediately forgot. What? You turned your head to see Jack sleeping soundly next to you. Oh right, sitting for Aaron. You then noticed a light in the room over had been turned on, and the sound of water running. You froze, immediately stricken with fear. Someone was in the house. See, rationally no one would immediately panic, but being close friends with an FBI agent who gets up close and personal with serial killers always leaves a lingering bit of paranoia in your mind. You fought over what to do and decided to go check where the water was running, but you surveyed the room first. Your eyes stopped at Aaron’s briefcase on the floor and let out a massive sigh of relief. Oh, Aaron got home. You still went into the room over to see that there was no one there, and checked the alarm. It has been reset to “home mode” which reassured that the person taking a shower was Aaron, as he would be the only one to know the combination to reset the alarm.

You checked the time. Practically midnight. So you gathered your things, preparing to leave when Aaron was done. It looked like it was going to be a long and dreary ride home, with the pouring rain and the soft roll of thunder. Great. The thunder reminded you of Jack sleeping in the other room, so you went to to check on him. You saw him laying on the couch, still sleeping soundly. He must be a heavy sleeper. You go back over to sit next to him. The tv was showing, ‘Clifford the Big Red Dog,’ a cute show. You watched it mindlessly and yawned. Your eyes felt tired, but then you heard footsteps into the room. Aaron walked in with damp hair, just wearing a t-shirt and some shorts. You started blushing. You rarely ever saw Aaron without a suit on, or at least some type of professional clothing. He looked good, handsome, but also tired.

“Welcome home,” you looked up at him and smiled sweetly. Just your pretty, soft face made his heart melt a bit. And, in the spirit of not choking down his feelings, Hotch gave you a warm smile back. This made you blush more, so you looked down at the floor.

“Jack and I had a lot of fun today. I can’t believe I actually fell asleep, guess all the running around tired me out,” you yawned and then continued on a little bit about what the day was like.

“Thank you,” Hotch was still smiling, which was rare for him. It made your heart happy.

“Don’t mention it, it was great. I needed a change of pace anyways. So… how was the plane ride home?” You looked up at him again, seeing the exhaustion in his eyes. He didn’t even have to answer. Both of your eyes drifted away from each other to look at Jack, still sleeping. “We should probably get him to his room, huh?” Aaron slowly and carefully picked up Jack off the couch and you followed him as he brought him to his room and set him down. Immediately Jack curled up and was comfy with his head on the pillow. Aaron pulled his truck blanket over him. This sweet paternal moment was very heartwarming, and honestly special. No one really saw Aaron when he was like this, so you felt pretty honored. Internally, Aaron was very aware of you watching this moment. It was vulnerable for him, even though he didn’t indicate that it was in any way. When walking into Jacks room, Aaron’s mind was on your phrasing, “we should get him to his room.” You hadn’t realized the way that sounded until after it came out of your mouth. He thought the phrasing should make him happy. It was you showing a bond between the two of you, and you had said it so freely like it was true.

After a few silent moments, you tapped Aaron’s hand and motioned your head to the door. “I should probably get home. Hopefully the storm dies down.”

He didn’t want you to go, especially to leave so you could drive in a dangerous storm right after midnight. He thought about asking you to stay, while you both walked out of Jack’s room. Thunder cracked in the background as you grabbed your things. You paused and looked up at Aaron again, sending him a soft and tired smile. Both of you were thinking the same thing, “aren’t they a sight for sore eyes.” He just wanted to be near you, to be in your presence for a little bit longer. You were inwardly hoping he would ask you to stay. His house was warm and comfortable and you just wanted to stay with him. Now specifically but also in general. Hotch wasn’t the only one who had to accept their romantic feelings.

“Y/N,” Aaron paused for a moment, “you can stay, if that’s what you want.” You had to hide how happy his offer made you.

“Thanks, I wasn’t really looking forward to driving home this late.”

“I can get you some more comfortable clothes. You can take my bed,” Aaron turned to go back to his room.

“Don’t be silly, you are sleeping in your bed, I can take the couch. I already slept on it for half of the night,” you weren’t one to scuffle, but you were tired of Aaron putting people before himself.

“Y/N,” he didn’t face you. “I let you do this for me, so don’t argue-,”

“Aaron. You just came home from a horrible flight after a long and stressful case. You need sleep,” you stepped closer to him and brought your face close to his and smiled at him again. “Please?”

“Alright.” It looked like Aaron was finally coming to terms with his feelings.

#criminal minds #dr spencer reid #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #aaron hotch fic #aaron hotch x you #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotch hotchner #aaron hotch fanfiction #aaron hotch fluff #aaron hotch imagine #david rossi #spencer reid

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spadesncrows · 1 month

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Hey ! I have a little question : how do we start drawing ? And, if we need tuto, what tuto do you recommend ?

Have a good day !

Lord almighty, I hope ur ready for the rant of ur life. Buckle up buster bc we are diving headfirst /hj

Ok so first things first, there’s really only one way to start drawing: grab a pencil, get some paper, and just go. Ik, it’s very anticlimactic, but the only way to really get started with it is to just start. It doesn’t have to be a masterpiece, it doesn’t have to be some big illustration, just start somewhere. You don’t need expensive or fancy supplies, just a pencil and paper are great (or even just ur finger and ur phone if u wanna do digital!!)

Just remember: everyone starts somewhere!! Don’t beat urself up if it doesn’t look how you want it to the first go around. Art is just like any other hobby: you get better the more you practice, the more you get into the groove of it and the more you learn the fundamentals and building blocks of it. You don’t have to draw everyday, but drawing consistently does help.

Now let’s say u got ur paper & pencil, but nothing comes to mind. Here’s a few simple exercises that I personally enjoy as warmups and simple doodles to fill my sketchbooks:

𒊹︎ Shapes !!

- This is one of my favorite warmups bc of how simple it is. Draw spheres, cones, cubes, etc!! (Bonus points if you add a light source and do some shading as well <3)

- this can be rlly good for studying perspective using very simple objects and adding a light source can make it feel a bit more fleshed out. Plus, it’s always good to study how light affects 3d objects so it can be applied to full illustrations and the like later down the line !!

- to add onto that, learning how to draw basic 3d shapes can be very beneficial when moving onto more complex designs and figures, as it can make the area/object appear less flat and more fleshed out if that makes sense !!

Examples :

𒊹︎ Look at the world around you !!

- find different objects, buildings, etc, and take a picture of them.

- next, using that photo as a reference, try breaking it down into simpler 3d shapes

- Think of these shapes as the building blocks of the figure. They create a general silhouette and portrays the figure in its most simple form. Being able to break down complicated visuals into simpler shapes will make it easier to draw them from scratch !!

Examples :

𒊹︎ Find reference photos online !!

- Personally, I like sites like Pinterest or Instagram for this, but pls note that these aren’t ur only options !!

- some other sites include: Line of action and QuickPoses !!

- reference photos can be very good for studies, but you don’t rlly learn much if ur just copying off of it. While there isn’t anything wrong with that, I suggest trying to break it down. Try to understand the form in a 3d space. Like I said before, doing that will make it easier to draw from scratch and may even help when trying to draw it from a different angle

- reference photos can also be a very good way to get inspiration!! Whether it be for just one drawing, for a storyline, or for a whole production, if ur stuck on a scene it wouldn’t hurt to look at few refs to get a feel for what ur looking for.

Tutorials:

If there’s one thing to remember, just know that you don’t need to follow any tutorials to make art. Hell, u don’t even have to listen to my advice abt art either. There are no rules to art, so take everything I say as suggestion rather than gospel !!

That being said, tutorials are mainly there to help you improve by teaching you various fundamentals and techniques. In other words, to help you make your art look a bit more visually appealing or look like a specific style. There’s not exactly one set list of tutorials that every artist needs to follow, so you kinda just pick and choose depending on what you want to focus on!!

Here’s some tutorials I’ve seen and/or used before :D

𒊹︎ GOOD vs BAD Character Design: Tips & Tricks!

- a classic 🫶🫶, goes over various subjects such as color and shape theory in order to make characters and scenes more memorable. This can be especially useful if u intend to make characters & scenes for animation, but it works for other mediums as well!!

𒊹︎ Basic Color Theory

- pretty self explanatory!! Goes over the basic fundamentals of color theory and how this artist likes to apply it themselves. Color theory can be good to use to ur advantage as it can be used to set the tone of ur art, to show the general time of day, to draw ur attention to specific areas, etc!!

𒊹︎ Anatomy Quick Tips

- this is actually a playlist instead of just one video ^^ each vid is dedicated to different parts of the human body and tips for drawing them!! There are 15 vids total as of today going over stuff like hair, eyes, hands, backs, hips, etc.

If there’s anything I missed or anything anyone would like to add on, feel free to do so !!

#hope this helps !!#artists on tumblr #art #art tips #art tutorials #I sound like a bit of a broken record at some points but just hear me out I’m not great at explaining things plea #@.cawww

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steddieassheg0es · 2 years

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Score One Harrington

“You seriously brought that here?”

Steve isn’t sure if he should be mad or embarrassed, or some combo of the two as he stares blankly at the board in front of him with the familiar “You Rule/You Suck” written on it. There’s still a tally of 0 to 6. And it is currently resting on the break room table at Family Video.

“Of course I did. Gotta keep that ego of yours in check, your highness.” Robin laughs. “Besides, how else am I supposed to entertain myself on a slow day? Watching you strike out is the highlight of my shift. Or was, anyway. I haven’t seen you shoot your shot since Scoops.”

“Yeah, well, forgive me if spider monsters and getting drugged by Russians doesn’t put me in the mood.”

“Aw Stevie, where’s your sense of adventure?”

Steve hold back a groan as he hears the voice of the real reason he hasn’t even thought of flirting with anyone in a while now. Normally he’s thrilled when Eddie drops in to hang out with them at work, but he’d love to keep the humiliation of this to just Robin. The fact that he’s got his hair tied back and is wearing a fucking crop top does not help the situation.

“I know you can read, Munson. That sign on the door is there for a reason. Last I checked you’re not an employee.”

“Like a sign has ever stopped me before. Speaking of signs, what’s with that thing, who sucks?”

Robin lights up with vicious glee and he knows all hope that she’ll spare him is lost.

“Steve-o. Turns out the rumors are so not true. Whoever said he was charming was delusional. I’ve been keeping tally of his epic inability to score.”

Eddie’s face scrunches up adorably with confusion. “Steve can’t get a girl?”

“Nope, you should see him in action. It’s painful.”

—

Eddie finds that incredibly hard to believe. He’s so undeniably charmed by Steve without the man even trying, he can’t imagine being able to resist if he were.

Still, a selfish part of him is glad that Steve’s having no luck with the ladies. Which is dumb. Single or not Eddie knows he doesn’t stand a chance.

But hey a guy can dream.

“Aww Stevie, you’ve lost your touch? That’s a damn shame.”

“Shove it, Munson. That board is woefully out dated. I haven’t struck out in a while now.”

Robin snickers. “Only because you haven’t tried.”

Eddie doesn’t think Robin sees just how uncomfortable Steve is with the continued assault on his lack of a love life. He feels bad for his earlier joy. Steve deserves to be wanted, to be loved. By someone he wants back. Eddie’s pretty sure he’s a huge romantic even if he wouldn’t admit it. Steve’s the kind of guy who has so much love to give, it must be hard to have no where to put it.

“I’m sure you just need some practice to get your groove back, man, don’t sweat it.”

—

Steve thinks something in his brain must have short circuited. It’s the only explanation for why he does what he does next.

Which is to lean forward into Eddie’s space. He gently tucks one of the curls that has escaped his bun behind his ear. He lets his fingers trail down Eddie’s cheek as he pulls away.

Eddie has turned a lovely shade of pink, and stand frozen in place. Steve pushes forward with his stupidity.

“You must not have any trouble, hm? Pretty doe eyes. Those dimples. Bet you can get anyone you want.”

He can see Robin out of the corner of his eye, staring in shock. And maybe a little bit impressed. There is definitely judgement on her face. Whatever game he thinks he’s playing, she sees right through him. He chooses to ignore her for the time being.

Eddie lets out a shuddering breath. He’s blushing to the tips of his ears and seems to be at a loss for words. His eyes flick over to Robin, and then suddenly he’s flinching away from Steve.

“Hah. Right, yeah point made. You still got it. Congrats. I’ll uh…I’ll see you guys later.”

He barely gets the words out before he flees, and Steve is left crushed. And wondering how he can possibly salvage their friendship after he just made Eddie so clearly very uncomfortable.

—

Shit. He’s such an idiot. For a moment he let himself get caught up. To fall prey to incredible force that is Steve Harrington flirting. The second Steve crowded in to his space, the conversation they had just been having vanished from his mind.

When he saw the look on Robin’s face, reality set in.

Of course he wasn’t actually flirting with Eddie. He was making a point. Showing off his charm, still fully intact. Eddie feels the shame and embarrassment clogging his throat. He knows Steve didn’t mean anything by it, he’s too good to intentionally fuck with Eddie this way if he knew, but it doesn’t stop him from dying inside.

He’s back in his van before he even realizes he’s moved, fighting back the urge to vomit. How the fuck is he ever going to face him again? Explain why the hell he cut and run like that? If Steve doesn’t figure it out, he knows Robin certainly has. He’s pretty sure she’s had her suspicions about his feelings for Steve for a while now, no way she has any doubts after that horrible scene.

He’s so completely fucked. The best he can hope for now is that Steve will be a bit distant but at least stay his friend.

Shit.

—

“Well that was certainly…interesting.” Robbin wanders over to the break room table and puts a tally down under “You Rule” with a dramatic flourish. “I mean he did run away, but I think you still earned a point. So Steve, now what?”

“What are you talking about? He ran away. Robbie he couldn’t get out of here fast enough. Jesus, I freaked him out. What the fuck was I thinking?” His voice is shrill with panic.

“Woah there. Calm down, dingus. Did you not see the look on his face before he took off? I thought his face was going to actually catch on fire he was so red, oh my god. As hilarious as the two of you being total idiots is, it’s also getting kind of sad at this point.”

Steve is pacing, hands in his hair. He’s not really absorbing anything Robin is saying to him, too busy freaking out. Seriously, what was he thinking? His pride was wounded in front of his crush so he decides to…flirt with him to prove a point?! There’s no way Eddie doesn’t know now. How can he explain that he didn’t mean it?

Well he did mean it, but not really, he hadn’t intended to ever let this slip. He was fine with just being friends, had no delusions of Eddie feeling the same. No matter how much Robin insisted the other man was definitely gay. Didn’t mean he liked Steve. Hell Steve was shocked they were even friends, he knew Eddie could do so much better than him.

“Steven!”

He gets the feeling she’s been trying to get his attention for a while now. “I hate when you call me that.”

“At least it caught your attention. You seriously need to chill out. Listen, I know I’ll never get it through your thick skull that Eddie likes you-“

“He doesn’t!”

“We’ve been over this. I’ve literally never seen him smile at anyone the way he smiles at you…” He opens his mouth to interject again, but she quickly and loudly keeps talking. “BUT THAT’S NOT THE POINT RIGHT NOW. The point is, heart eyes or no, Eddie’s not going to stop being friends with you for being bi, Steve. That’s not who he is.”

Steve stops his pacing, collapsing into a heap on the floor leaning against the wall. His head in his hands, he lets out a deep sigh. Tries desperately to hold back the tears he can feel burning behind his eyelids.

“I know that. I’m not afraid he’s gonna be a homophobe. Or biphobe. But being accepting of a guy who likes girls and guys, and being accepting of a guy liking you are two different things. Rob, if my crush on you hadn’t been 90% based on us just being awesome together and 10% me desperately wanting to be with someone who actually liked me as a person…If I hadn’t gotten over it once I realized it wasn’t real, you really think you could have stayed my friend? Knowing I was pining after you?”

Robin looks uncomfortable at the thought and he knows he’s right. “I mean that’s different. I’m not into guys, any guy being into me is weird and uncomfortable. And I’m not Eddie. I love you, but I don’t think the sun shines out of your ass. Steve, I’m pretty sure there’s nothing you could do to fuck things up with Eddie. At least not in a way that’s totally beyond repair.””

“I don’t know Robin.”

“Well here’s an idea, dingus. Go and talk to him. Don’t let this fester. It’s a ghost town in here anyway, I’ll cover for you. Don’t argue with me! Just go.”

And with that he’s shoved out of the break room.

—

Eddie makes it home before he breaks down. He’s thankful that Uncle Wayne is at work, because the second he’s through the door he’s leaning back against it sobbing.

What a fucking mess. He got a glimpse of the thing he wanted more than anything, and for a second he thought his heart was going to burst right out of his chest. And then reality set in and not only was the rug ripped out from under him and his little fantasy, but now he’s ruined the best thing in his life.

Even if Steve keeps being his friend, he knows things will be different. He’s been foolish, taking advantage of Steve’s obliviousness too much. There’s no way he can keep up with calling him things like “sweetheart” and “pretty boy”. The touches to his lower back, his wrist, his hair. Probably won’t be able to hug at all anymore, but certainly not those long lingering ones that make him feel like he’s home.

He’s pathetic enough that he’ll take what he can get. But he knows watching Steve pull away with destroy him.

Eddie’s not sure how long he stays like that. Long enough that he runs out of tears and just sits there feeling hollow. He nearly jumps out of his skin when there’s a knock at the door against his back.

“Eddie? Your van’s outside, I know you’re in there. Can we talk?”

Fuck.

He turns and stares at the doorknob. He’s not ready for this yet. He thought he had time to prepare himself to deal with the fall out. But there’s nothing he can do now. He’s not going to ignore Steve. He can’t. So he takes a deep breath and opens the door.

“Hey, can I…can I come in?”

He shifts to the side to let Steve in. He stares outside for a few beats, delaying the inevitable, then closes the door and turns to face this. Eddie’s surprised to see how torn up Steve looks. Probably feels bad for flirting now that he knows. So he tries to salvage this as much as he can by taking the lead.

“Look, Steve, it’s fine. We’re good, yeah? I’m not stupid I don’t expect anything. I just want to keep being friends.”

Steve’s face morphs into one of confusion. “What do you mean you don’t expect anything?”

Eddie sighs and looks down at his feet, unable to handle looking into those eyes when he says this. “Come on, I know you figured out I’m into you, ok? And I know you weren’t actually hitting on me. I know you don’t feel that way about me and I never expected you to. I wasn’t ever going to say anything. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I get it if I have now and I’m sorry. I just really hope we can stay friends.”

When the silence carries on for too long, he finally dares to look up. Steve is staring at him with wide eyes, looking completely shocked. Shit. Did he not know? Did Eddie just fuck things up by trying to fix them?

“You…What? You’re into me?”

Now it’s Eddies turn to be speechless. Steve’s face shifts from shock to one that Eddie can’t really decipher and he has no idea what to do now.

Eddie flinches when Steve laughs. “Shit…Robin’s never gonna let me live this down.” Then Steve’s tilting his head like a puppy. “Wait, then why did you run away?”

“…What?”

“I thought you left because I made you uncomfortable. If you weren’t, like, disgusted by me why’d you go?”

Eddie has no idea what’s happening. He feels like he’s trying to read a book but some of the pages have been torn out so he’s left trying to catch up. But the utter confusion is better than devastation at least.

“Why would I be disgusted by you?”

“Because I’m into you. I flirted with you. It wasn’t very subtle. I figured I freaked you out because you caught on to my embarrassingly huge crush on you. But if that’s not it why’d you bolt out of there?”

“I…what? Am I fucking high?”

Steve giggles and in a distant part of his brain he can’t help but think how cute it is. The rest of him is stuck on embarrassingly huge crush.

“I don’t think so. Eddie, you still haven’t answered me. Why’d you leave? Why didn’t you tell me you felt the same way?”

“I didn’t think you were serious! Jesus, in what world does Steve Harrington flirt with Eddie the freak Munson and mean it?”

Steve frowns. “Don’t call yourself that, you’re not a freak.”

“Oh my god, that is so not the point right now Steve. You have a crush on me? Since fucking when?”

The frown gives way to a shy smile. Suddenly Steve is looking at him all soft and fond, and it completely destroys his ability to think. The emotional whiplash is overwhelming.

“I think since you pinned me to the wall with a broken bottle to my throat. Confused the shit out of me, that’s for sure. I didn’t really realize it until I saw you surrounded by the demobats bleeding out on the ground. I thought you were gonna die, man. What a shitty moment to figure out you’re in love with someone, right when you’re about to lose them. I was a fucking wreck. The happiest moment of my life was when you opened your eyes in the hospital.”

Eddie remembers that moment. He was on some good shit, feeling floaty and not even sure he’d actually made it out or if he was hallucinating. But he opened his eyes and there was Steve. Holding on to his hand with tear streaked cheeks, looking at him like he’d performed a miracle by just breathing. Which to be fair, it was close to miraculous that he’d survived. It wasn’t until later he found out Steve had carried him out, and he’d refused any kind of medical care for himself until Eddie woke up. Even then he was practically dragged out by some nurses.

He’d been in awe of his bravery then. He is again now, watching Steve hand him his heart on a silver platter.

—

It’s dawning on Steve that Eddie only said he was ‘into’ him. Maybe spilling his guts and saying he’s in love with him was too much. Just as he’s starting to fully work himself into a panic, a pair of lips touch his own and the chaos in his brain stops.

It’s a painfully sweet kiss, Eddie’s hands so gentle as they trail up his jaw, fingers curling against his neck. He’s never been touched like this. Like he’s something precious. It’s immediately addictive.

Eddie hums around a smile as he pulls back, those huge brown eyes gone soft like melted chocolate. His thumbs stroke Steve’s cheeks.

“I love you. God you have no idea.”

“I love you, too.”

Eddie gives him what Robin calls his ‘Steve smile’. It lights up his whole face, dimples on full display, and it makes Steve’s heart flutter every time. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, Eddie. You have no idea. I’d have hit on you a lot sooner if I thought I had a chance. Actually…that’s why I haven’t struck out since Scoops. I mean first the whole chaos of Starcourt happened, but then I met you and I just didn’t see the point in trying. I knew it would never work with someone else until I got over you.”

Eddie laughs, shaking his head. “Shit, Stevie. I thought you were straight. If I’d known you liked guys I’d have taken a shot at you ages ago.”

“Yeah, I thought so too…you were kind of my bi awakening. I mean looking back I’ve definitely been attracted to guys before, but never anyone I was really interested in beyond that. So I just brushed it off as like, platonically acknowledging that other guys can be hot. Aesthetic appreciation or whatever. What I felt about you was a lot harder to ignore. Hell everything about you is impossible to ignore.”

They’re both all grins, trading confessions back and forth for awhile and just basking in being able to finally say all of this out loud. Eventually the emotions get to be too much, and he just has to touch.

He’s allowed to do that now, too. So he leans in to capture Eddie’s smiling lips.

—

Steve turns out to be right. Robin does not let either of them live it down. Neither does the rest of the party. But no amount of teasing can ruin their joy.

They get their revenge by being disgustingly affectionate all the time, so they call it a win.

#steddie fic #steddie #stranger things fic #eddie munson #Steve Harrington #mutual pining #idiots in love #robin buckley #robin ships it #gay eddie munson #bisexual steve harrington #my writing #my fic #eddie munson lives rent free in my head #eddie munson lives

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knollridge · 2 years

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Last Saturday

Smosh

Damien x Reader

1,090 wordcount

No warnings, just more Smoffice™ fluff

Last Damien fic! This was def an extended quarantine project for me and I had a lot of fun trying something new :) I more than appreciate all the love I’ve gotten in likes, reblogs, comments, and asks! Perhaps I’ll be back in the future with a different person. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!!!!

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Damien eyes you up and down with amusement as you work at your desk, your foot bouncing along to your “Get Sh!t Done” playlist while you try to concentrate on the screen in front of you. Your hand idly taps a pencil to the beat and your head begins to bop along to the music starting to take over your thoughts.

Nothing would have been able to throw off your groove until you met Damien’s gaze. Your mini jam session slows to a halt as you look up, finding a wide smile and eyes that - while encouraging you to go on - made you self-conscious enough to stop. It wasn’t any easier having a hot guy stare at you, even if he was your boyfriend.

“Aw, why’d you stop?” Damien asks gently with a hint of mischief in his tone. “A few more songs and I think you would have been dancing like you did on Saturday.” He nonchalantly takes leave from his desk and gives you a quick peck on the forehead before slipping behind you to grab a cup of coffee. The feeling from his words and his lips on your temple leaves your cheeks blushed and your body warm. Thank goodness no one else is in here right now.

“You know what, regardless of what I did or did not do on Saturday, I don’t think you should be proclaiming that around the office” you retort, in only the smallest of annoyances. It was rare that either of you went out, much less stayed out, to party - but Courtney’s birthday was a special exception. And maybe things got a little more exciting than you cared to remember...but that doesn’t mean he gets to say anything about it. “Besides,” you calmly posit under a small smile, “I think I can recall a certain someone moving like a mid-40s, suburban father of three on the dance floor and crashing like one when we got home ‘cause he can’t handle his liquooorrr.” Your sing-songy teasing causes a tinge of red to appear under Damien’s collar as he rolls his eyes.

“Agghh alright true,” he concedes with a smile as he pulls up behind you with one hand on your shoulder. “Buuuut,” he continues while lowering his face to speak softly into your ear, “as much as I’m hearing you loved my dancing, I can bet you I definitely loved your moves more.” His entire presence seems to be whisked away as his voice and touch leave you, sitting back down at his desk and giving you a wink that makes you want to melt before diving right back into his work. Well somebody’s in a rare mood today...I’m not complaining...there’s just no way I’ll be able to get anything done now...

You fidget with your pencil and try your hardest to focus on editing. With nothing nearly as inspiring hitting you as hard as Damien’s comment, you decide to take a quick break to regain your headspace.

“I think I’m gonna go get a snack from the other room, do you want anything?” you ask him as you stand up to leave.

“I’ll actually be there in a bit cause I need to grab some stuff, so I can get it myself. But thanks, I’ll be right behind you.” He smiles at you brightly and you nod in response before teasing him more.

“Ugh, why you so obsessed with me?” you ask with a dramatic eye roll and a playful smile. You can hear him pity laugh at your half-joke as you walk down the hall to the other room.

Relieved at the chance to take a break and regroup, you begin to peruse your food options while the song playing in your earbuds from before makes its way back into your consciousness. Moving a bit to the music you take your pick of what’s left on the breakfast table, making sure to mind your head of the cabinets above you. And as promised, Damien strolls in almost immediately with a packet of papers in hand.

“Oh my god, Damien! How long has it been, I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever!” You flash a huge smile that nearly covers the trespass of that worn joke. Damien, thankfully in his good graces, replies accordingly.

“Oh my god (y/n)! I think it’s been the longest, barely 2 minutes of my life!” You both give each other tired smirks and you marvel at how hard he works on his comedy (and is genuinely the funniest person you know) and yet still indulges your lowbrow antics. “I finally finished my notes on this script so it’s time to crack open a cold one!” he says as he makes his way over to where you are.

“Good on you babe” you reply with general contentment that he remains so hot and so diligent. Still feeling the music flow through you and focused on which doughnut to get, you barely notice Damien’s muscular arm reaching over your head until you feel him tightly pressed right up behind your bent posture.

“Sorry babe it’s a bit of a squeeze, I just need to get into this cabinet....you don’t have to stop doing what you’re doing though.” The drop in his voice causes a brief horror to cross your face as you finally realize why this positioning felt so familiar:

Saturday.

The fear of anyone else in the office witnessing more than they did on that night jerks you upright, sending your head crashing into the cabinet above. Your body moves backwards in response to the blow, taking Damien down too, as you fall into him and he collapses on to the chair that forced the tight space in the first place. Holding your head, you find yourself sat on his lap with him grasping your waist, catching you. “Oh my gosh babe, are you okay???” The concern in his voice is matched with his hands turning you around, steadying you with one and gingerly feeling your forehead and scalp with the other.

“Goddamn….yeah, I’m fine” you sigh into a small chuckle as you struggle a bit to find your footing. Damien laughs with you and (and a little bit at you) but doesn’t let go and makes sure to watch your balance. You reassure him with a smile and he walks with his arm around you back to your desks.

Before you bite into your doughnut and resume work Damien quips, “Juuust like Saturday, huh babe?”

“Yeah,” you laugh, “just like Saturday.”

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kny-agere · 6 months

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hello I love your dribbles they’re so cute and just sweet 💕💕💕

I have a request :>, could you do a Drabble of lil Giyuu and urokodaki; like maybe of the first time Giyuu really completely regresses and urokodaki learning how to help him??? Just some father/son moment ig

thank you 🩵

Important announcements!!

I have two more requests after this one!! One from a weekish ago that I’ll work on next (should be done by the end of november) and one that I just got :p In december I’ll probably shut requests down until the new year (as in not taking new requests, anything that gets in before then is fine).

Ty for the request!! Sorry it took me so long (´；ω；`) I’ve been working on a lot of projects lately </3 But I hope you enjoy (*≧∀≦*)

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Giyuu didn’t enjoy returning to Urokodaki’s home. It wasn’t that he didn’t care for his teacher, but the memories that lingered within the small cabin were sometimes overwhelming. He felt small inside the place.

It was worse now. In the middle of the night he still couldn’t find sleep. Giyuu knew he’d regret staying up the next day, though it wasn’t like he was doing this on purpose.

Rising he thought it’d be best to go for a walk. The mountains were bitter with coldness but there was nothing else he could attempt. Urokodaki’s futon lied a foot or two away from his own, he didn’t want to make the man angry.

With soft and careful feet he slipped on his tabi and slid the door open.

Already frost was building on the grass outside. It was barely autumn but the mountains moved with their own whims. A harsh wind pushed through his pajamas. Giyuu pushed on regardless, tracing a familiar trail woven from years of training.

He took it higher up the mountain. Not high enough to let the cold get worse but enough to watch the trees grow stronger and thicker. Occasionally he was wrought with memories from training, recognizing a groove where a tripwire had been pinned or dips that marked now filled in pits.

Tomioka remembers cold like this before meeting Urokodaki (and Sabito) too. Back when his sister’s body had barely gone limp and he didn’t know how to do anything other than run and hide. The older man had found him curled up beneath overgrown tree roots. Laying there was barely any better than just embracing his fate unprotected.

The memory shakes him. It leads to other visions of his sister and sabito and hundreds of other dead children. His stomach flips and Tomioka is forced to the ground before anything can rise into his throat.

Curling up much like he did nearly a decade ago Giyuu tries to still his breathing. On a surface level it works, calming himself physically. His emotions still bubble beneath his skin though. Convinced it’ll go away if he continues the strategic filling of his lungs Giyuu doesn’t stop.

His eyes can only see the dirt below his feet. Sinking to the ground he further distracts himself by paying attention to how the earth moves under his weight. Digging his feet into the mud Tomioka is surprised to see how easy it crumbles as his shoes poke into it. In another week or two the water will have frozen everything on the mountain, it’ll be as hard as rock.

Pushing with his fingers now Giyuu is delighted to find a bit more warmth just under the surface. Dirt will be stuck under his fingernails until the and of time but he doesn’t consider this now. Instead he imagines burying himself beneath the earth until the cold can’t reach him.

“Giyuu.” It seems Urokodaki had taken notice of his absence. “We should go back to the house.” His voice is firm but not unkind. His teacher had always been a master at finding balance between sternness and caring.

Tomioka can’t move his lips or even his body. All he can manage is to lift his fingers out of the ground. He wipes them against his pants, leaving streaks on the light cotton.

Noticing the inaction the elder takes Giyuu’s hand. He lets out a little grunt as he pulls the boy upwards, a sign of his older age. “It’s too cold out to be doing this.”

“I was trying to be quiet.” It’s not an explanation or justification but it’s all Tomioka can think to say right now. He feels bad for making the man come outside to fetch him.

Urokodaki let’s out a gruff laugh. “It’ll take more than just quiet to get past me. I’m old but I haven’t lost my senses just yet.”

They move back down the mountain at an even pace. Giyuu is less careful than normal, occasionally snagging his feet on stray roots. The embarrassment of it paints his features red and each him the boy mumbles out a quick, “sorry.”

But his teacher never reprimands him, he just helps Giyuu regain his balance and then continues the way downward. They make it back to the cabin in a reasonable time.

When Tomioka steps inside once more he realizes how cold it really was outside. There’s a small fire burning in the corner that warms his nerves far too quickly. He has to stand and let the heat seep into him until it doesn’t feel like he’s on fire anymore.

While he stands immobilized Urokodaki moves quickly around him. First he slowly guides Giyuu to sit on the floor, so he can wiggle his shoes off. Tomioka feels bad, he should be helping, but his teacher gently reassures him. The man always seems to know what Tomioka is thinking before he can even realize it himself.

Urokodaki disappears for a brief moment, which is hard when there’s only two rooms in the cabin. He comes back with a wet rag, uses it to dust off the dirt still clinging to Giyuu’s fingers. There’s still some lingering under is nails but that’s for him to handle in the morning.

“Are you ready to go to bed?”

He opens his mouth, waiting, but no sound escapes. After a brief moment Giyuu nods his head.

The elder guides him back up and towards the futons. They’ve been pushed together to form one singular one. Tomioka hadn’t realized but he’s clutch onto his teacher’s robe. Instead of letting go he soaks in the joy that they can stay connected even after all these years.

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Upside Down- CH 4

Author’s Notes: Heyo everyone! I know it's been a very long while, but without any details, I'm glad to say my life is finally gotten back to the point where I can write again! Keep in mind I have hardly written anything in the last year or so, so I'm so sorry if this chapter is a bit lacking compared to the other ones. I'm working to get back into my old groove. Anyways, I will be trying to update fairly regularly once again with my projects, so stay tuned!

WARNINGS: This chapter contains some mentions of death, cussing, arguments, and some points of general angst. As always, read safely!

Word Count: 5885

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You Call This Family?

“Remind me why I’m here again?” Mammon’s feet tapped against the floor, his fingers moving and twitching from both nervousness and having been sat still for a little too long.

“You followed me.” You sighed heavily, slouching in your seat with your arms folded. Looking out the window only served as a minor distraction. “Even despite my many attempts to tell you to go home.” You suddenly leaned forward across the little table. “So I will ask you again. Go now. It doesn’t matter if we’re in this little…whatever it’s called-”

“A café,” Mammon so politely informed you with a grin on his face. Ever since you’d been found out, he was more than thrilled to tell you about everything. Everything. Well, everything that he could tell you about. Which mainly consisted of his cars, his favorite places to go, how to gamble in the human world, and luckily how to connect to what the humans called Wife-eye. When asking about how the internet worked, you were simply told to ask Levi about that…but you didn’t have a strong desire to go chat with any of the other Morningstars yet. In fact, you had hardly seen any of them anyways. Despite being a family, they all seemed to want very little to do with each other, aside from arguing that was.

“It’s dangerous.” As you straightened your back, you glared. “I let you remember what happened yesterday and now I get to pay the consequences.”

He paused for a while, the little movements he had been making stopped. He looked just as mad as he did guilty, turning his head away from you. You looked out into the café, feeling about the same as the human did. Simeon had requested you meet here ASAP, meaning just the next morning. Hardly any time to figure out a plan, a story, a means of escape, anything. Not like you could do much anyway, not with the Prince’s mark on you. Speaking of marks. “How are you feeling?”

“Hm?” The human looked back at you, processed what you said, and then shrugged. “Eh, I’ve had worse bruises.” He pulled up the sleeve of his jacket revealing a black design on his wrist. Your pact mark. “Still burns a little bit, but it looks absolutely sick.”

You took his wrist to look at it further, trying not to think about how odd it was to see your essence essentially on a human. You tried even harder to not think about how everything you had been so defiant of was ruined in one night of rebellion. “Is it infected?”

“Oh no, I meant like dope.”

“...” You raised an eyebrow.

“It looks awesome,” he explained again. With that you nodded and pulled the fabric over the mark for him. “I’ve been wanting a new tattoo anyway. But besides…” His voice drifted a bit. “I owe it to ya anyway to be here. So can you at least tell me what we’re expecting?”

You closed your eyes and sigh. “We’re waiting for-”

“MC, do forgive me for being late.” The sweet and soft tone sent a chill down your spine. You immediately got to your feet, bowing your head before you could even see the face, not that you needed to. Before you could open your mouth to greet royalty properly, hands grasped your shoulders and guided you back into the café booth. Confused, you glanced up at Simeon who had seated himself beside you. His smile was a more irritated smile than usual. “No need to bring any more attention to us than you already have.” Not able to find the proper words to say, you found it best to stay silent. The prince cleared his throat and nodded to the human. “Mammon, I presume.”

As Mammon opened his mouth to speak, the little blonde-haired demon came into view, looking at Simeon a bit sulkily before sitting in the empty spot on the other side of the table. “I-uh…” The human and the tiny demon stared at each other for a long time, both of them probably making the mental note that they didn’t quite enjoy sitting so close to one another. However, Mammon managed to look back towards Simeon with as much composure as possible. “That…would be me.”

The prince hummed, a hand coming up to brush away some hair out of his eyes. “Interesting. And you are here…why exactly?” Simeon’s voice sounded the same as it always did. Sweet. Comforting. Almost poetic in a way. Although a wave washed over you, one that terrified you. The prince was angry. This was…going to end poorly. Even Mammon seemed to catch the aura, his normal fiery personality snuffed.

“My lord,” you stated in a whisper quiet enough to only be heard from the people at the booth. The title made Mammon’s eyes go wide with confusion and awe. “Please, allow me to explain myself.” It was such an odd juxtaposition hearing humans happily order coffee and pastries in the little café, children asking for sweets this early in the morning, and yet feeling so close to potential death at the same time.

The tiny child-like looking demon glared daggers at you. For a moment you wondered if the thing was much more dangerous than he let on. “Don’t think that anything you can say will let you off the hook,” he growled.

The prince only had to raise his hand a bit off the table to get his subordinate to calm down. It was a shame, you thought, if he wasn’t so growly, the little demon- wasn’t Luke his name? Luke might be a precious looking demon. “I will hear it.” You glanced at Mammon, and caught him looking as if he was finally starting to understand that he had stepped into a world he could hardly comprehend. Now he was wading a bit in your shoes.

You gathered up some of your confidence. “I underestimated the situation. I knew when you told me to keep the Morningstars safe, that there would be some risk, but I didn’t expect there to be danger nearly around every corner. The situation is more serious than I expected.” Your gaze kept flicking to the human…and you managed to catch the right moment where his heart sank. His eyes no longer met yours. “I did what I needed to to keep Mammon Morningstar safe.” Even before you said it out loud, you knew it would be a weak excuse. The fact of the matter was…you were a total stranger in this world…that and you didn’t particularly care about the program.

Simeon’s sight stayed on you intently. “And the pact? I was certain I told you multiple times that you were not to be found out, and what happened to your absolute hatred of humans? Why make a pact with a Morningstar of all people? It hasn’t even been a full month yet.” The prince took a breath after his voice started to speed up. He then smiled at you, which honestly disturbed you more. The mark around your wrist started to tingle.

“It was not fully without reason,” you promised. “And it was not for selfish intentions.” Not fully anyway…You could fully recall the sense of freedom and rebellion when you made the pact. It was a feeling you hadn’t felt in a long time. Like there was a future for you. “I am completely in the dark here in the human realm. If I am to keep up appearances, I need someone to teach me. It would be much better for someone on the inside of the house to be able to guide me and vouch for me, would it not? I felt with the circumstances-”

“Enough.” Simeon sighed, which might’ve been the first thing out of his mouth you could trust was genuine. He sounded tired, and you sure didn’t help with that. "You hardly know the human, how do you know he won't simply abuse the pact?"

…You didn't. But…

The prince moved on. “The pact and being discovered by one of the brothers isn’t even the worst of it. What about all those mortal lives you ended? The human world is not like it used to be. You can’t just kill when you feel like it. I have so much to cover up for you. Things like this cannot continue to happen without putting the DAR program in jeopardy. Remember, your role is as an observer first, am I understood?”

With a strong desire to end this conversation as soon as possible, you nodded. “I understand.”

“Good.” Simeon moved to stand. “If I feel you’re unfit for this, I will find someone else.” Oh really now, after all that previous talk about how important you were, and now he was just as easily saying you were replaceable. Great for morale. The Prince stood by the booth looking at you seriously. “I’m afraid I have to go clean up your mess so I must take my leave. Remember, we’re supposed to be a team. I expect proper communication before drastic action.” He seemed as if he was going to turn to leave. Luke left his seat with a little hop. The Prince smiled a little bit, looking at you through the corner of his eye. “Anything I would have had in mind might’ve left you unable to do your job properly, so I’ve already sent word to Lucifer to have a suitable punishment prepared for you both,” he emphasized, a little shimmer in his eye.

Yours and Mammon’s jaws dropped, the human’s more so than yours. “Are you fu-” You kicked the humans in the shins, shutting him up for a second.

“We will return to the house shortly, thank you for understanding.” You hated being so subservient, but a) you did kind of go…a little crazy yesterday. Perhaps the human world was already messing with you. And b) despite absolutely despising the fact that the Prince allowed a meager human to punish you, it could’ve been worse. Way worse.

Both you and Mammon managed to keep your mouths shut until the Prince and Luke left. Their absence had you rest your head on the table, finally able to take a deep breath. Although that short moment of relief didn’t last long. You heard the sound of shifting as Mammon got up out of his seat without a word, moving with unusual speed towards the exit. You raised an eyebrow, lifting yourself up to follow him. Maybe he was just overwhelmed by what went on. However…through the pact you could get the sense that he was…upset. “Mammon,” You called as you both left the café. He…did not answer, which rubbed you the wrong way. You sped up your pace along the sidewalk, swerving in front of him to block him off. Turning to look at him, you tilted your head. “I’m sorry for kicking you, if that’s what you’re upset about.”

“So all of it was a lie, huh?” He practically growled.

You squinted. “What do you mean?”

“You’re only here to spy on us? That whole thing about your family dying was total bullshit, huh? And the only reason why you came to save me was because of…what, an order? He said you hated humans! Would you have let me die otherwise?” His voice started to raise, bringing attention to you both from passersby. One large man with fiery red hair stopped to look at you both before moving on. You shushed at Mammon to keep it down. Honestly…he was pretty much spot on. Your silence was all he needed to know though. He pushed a harsh scoff out of his mouth and moved past you. You went to follow, feeling about a century of life leave your body from the stress this was putting you through. “Stop following me,” Mammon shouted. A strange sensation ran through your body till it seemed to freeze all your limbs. You couldn’t move. You ended up just standing there, only able to look on as Mammon eventually faded from your view. It wasn’t until he was far enough away till you could move again.

How irritating…

As if matters weren’t already terrible, he was waiting for you at the house when you returned. You didn’t even have to step inside the front doors yet to know that Mammon was already experiencing some of the pain. The eldest and the second eldest were going at it…again. If there was only one silver lining to this it was that Mammon returned home safely. You probably would’ve throttled the human if he had run off after all that. You had half a mind to cloak and sneak inside, but…it was probably better to get this whole thing over with so hopefully you didn’t end up in more hot water. But if that Lucifer tried anything too funny…there was no guarantee that you wouldn’t show the human who was the most powerful here. Even if it ended up getting you killed, seeing a humbled look on Pride’s face was worth it in your mind. But…aside from that, you opened the front door, shutting it behind you. Your sudden presence didn’t stop the spat.

“-and you even broke into the house after hours?!” Lucifer shouted.

“It ain’t breaking in if it’s my house too ya know! And for the record Levi let me in!”

“How did you get over the gate, Mammon? You must’ve jumped it which is at the very least trespassing! It is my house that I pay for and every day I have my regrets that I ever let you all live in it! What were you even thinking? Well, I guess I don’t need to wonder that, because you never think, do you Mammon?”

“Well then why don’t I just leave then? Huh? I’ll go live where I’m better off without you all!”

“Every time you try you always run out of rent and end up getting kicked out,” the eldest folded his arms. “Just save us both the trouble of having you crawl back here crying.” Seven hells…this was a mess. You rolled your eyes and went to move past them to go back to your room, until your arm was grabbed at least. Anger flared up in you as you tugged your arm away and swiveled towards the eldest brother with a glare. “And you,” Lucifer scoffed. “I would’ve hoped that you were smart enough to not get entangled with whatever shenanigans my brothers got into, but it seems that I was wrong. Not only that, but you must’ve also jumped the fence somehow, and you are very very lucky that I did not have you arrested. Pull something like that again though and I will not hesitate. Just because you are staying here does not mean you can do as you please.”

Murderous intent rising…”Are you done yet? Don’t you have work or something more important to do?” Even if he was probably still mad at you, Mammon almost looked impressed at that.

“Excuse me?” The eldest pressed a hand to his chest. A strange aura filled the room. Lucifer might’ve been a human but…You tilted your head curiously. He seemed to have a bit of power. He probably had no idea how to control it, but you could feel it. Maybe having such an influence on demons back at home was affecting him without realizing it. If he always wandered around like that, it's an odd wonder he hadn't been snatched up by one of your kind yet. He was a walking buffet of power for the taking.

You just looked back at him blankly. “You’re smart. You should absolutely know that shouting at people is not a great way of getting them to do anything you want, which means you’re yelling at us as some form of self satisfaction or stress relief. I don’t appreciate being a means of your unhealthy coping mechanism. You have a punishment for us, right? Just tell us what it is already.”

You could tell he wanted to yell at you both further, but that doing so would prove your point, and he obviously couldn’t have that. He scowled, a little vein showing up on his forehead. It looked painful. “You both are on house arrest. Until when? Until I say so. And I will know if you try to leave. In the meantime, I want the entire house cleaned, you hear me? Top to bottom, and if I come home after work tonight and find anything out of place, your sentence gets extended.” He ran his hands frustrated through his hair before turning and promptly leaving without so much as a goodbye.

Once the door shut aggressively, Mammon shouted in frustration, kicking the wall. As soon as he did that though, the internal ball of anger burnt out quickly. He sat on the floor with his back to the wall, bringing his knees to his chest and hiding his face. It was hard to make out, but it sounded as if he said something like “I miss you” into his knees. This was…totally awkward…but right now you really only had one acquaintance in this place. So you brought yourself over and sat down beside him. Could be a worse punishment, you didn’t have a strong desire to leave the house anyway, and by cleaning you could get to better know the layout. “He didn’t always used to be like that, you know,” Mammon said as he brought his head up a bit. Apparently having a different person to be mad at brought you a little closer back to his good graces. “ I don’t know what’s happened to my family anymore…although I’ve wondered if we can even be called that for a long time now…not that you would know anything about that, would you?” Okay, so maybe he still was a little angry.

“You’re right,” you nodded. “I’ve never had a family so I don’t know about what happens in one.”

“...oh.” He turned his head towards you. “Do demons not have families?” You just sort of shrugged with that one. It was complicated. “What’s with the whole dare program thing that guy talked about earlier anyway? Isn’t that a drug thing?”

“What? No.” What a weird thought. “I guess there can’t be any harm in telling you. So you know your human concept of heaven and hell, right?” Mammon nodded. “Well, those sort of exist, not really as you guys dramatize it though. They’re different realms. Demons, humans, and angels all exist, and at one point, very long ago, they used to get along. The realms weren’t so divided. Then wars happen, as they’re always bound to, and now we all live in isolation. That ‘guy’ you saw was the Prince of where I’m from. He wants all the realms to work together again. I’m here to see if humans are ready for that.”

“And you’re doin’ that by…”

“By observing you all, yes.”

“And if we fail?”

You shrugged. “For the most part, I don’t care.”

“For the most part?”

You got up to your feet, holding a hand out for him to stand. “The more we talk the more we run the risk of not finishing the house in time. I don’t know my way around this place so you lead me around.”

He groaned, sounding a bit more like himself. "Can't you just, like, say a chant or something and clean it all in one go?"

"Nope."

He took your hand and hoisted himself up. "Bummer…"

Cleaning ended up being more tedious than anything. Besides, there wasn't much to clean. The kitchen was a bit messy with crumbs, but for the most part it all seemed like it had been cleaned recently. Either they all liked to keep a clean house or Lucifer's go-to punishment was chores. Regardless, you got to explore a good portion of the house, and the longer you spent more time with Mammon, the more the little grudge he had held slipped away. It was still odd to you how someone like him felt so offended with a lie. All humans did was lie.

"Well, all done!" Mammon finally said after a few hours had passed. He’d been pretty sulky this whole time, it was odd to see his mood change so quickly…again.

You gave him a confused expression. "We still have several rooms left."

He waved a dismissive hand at you. "Psssh, the only places we really have left are my brother's rooms. Surely we don't have to do those."

"Are you sure you want to assume that? I don't want to piss off Lucifer any more than he already is, because if he comes at me like that again I will punch him in the face." You weren’t kidding either, in fact, you were just dying for a reason to mess with the other human.

He casually placed both hands on the back of his head. “Most of my brothers keep their rooms fairly clean, and besides, I highly doubt any of ‘em will want us to invade their space. So yep, we’re done.” You gave him a distrustful look till that smile of his faded. He groaned. “If you don’t trust me, I’ll show ya.” He only had to take a few steps down the hall, stopping in front of a door that had a faint blue light shining under it. Did some of these humans know magic too? Mammon knocked on the door harshly. “Heeeeey, Levi! Open up!”

No answer…

The human rolled his eyes and tried at the door handle. Locked. He tried knocking again, somehow harder than he had before. It rattled the door. “Leeeeeeviiiiiiiii!” Mammon repeated his brother’s name over and over and over again. It was starting to even drive you mad. Eventually, this tortuous tactic worked, the bedroom door swinging open with such aggression it sucked some of the air into the other room.

“WHAT?!” The blue-haired human looked a bit crazed. His hair was sticking up in a few random directions, like it hadn’t been groomed in a while. There were dark circles under the human’s eyes.

Mammon managed to stand proud with his hands on his hips. “As much as I hate to say it, we’re here to help clean your room.”

Despite the maid-service, Levi looked very unimpressed. “I’m not paying you for anything. I’m very busy, so go away.” As his hand went up to shut the door, you noticed how it was shaking. This human was not healthy. Perhaps he was sick? Would you get in trouble for allowing a human to fall ill on your watch?...How does one take care of a human?

Questions aside, you didn’t want to get in any more trouble- at least for the moment- than you already were. You took a quick step forward. “We’re being punished. Have to clean the whole house or we’ll get in worse trouble from your horrid older brother. I can already see things all over your floor. We won’t be long.” Before Levi could even protest, you slipped past him into his room.

“H-hey!” Levi stuttered. “I didn’t say you could come in.” He looked over to Mammon who just shrugged.

This place…was an absolute mess. Not even that, it was so overstimulating. Lights, sounds, things just everywhere there was room. As you moved your foot, you ended up kicking a thin metal cylinder which rolled across the floor. You crouched down to pick it up. It seemed as if it had been a container for something at some point. You smelled a little opening at the top…like sweet…chemicals? You read it. Energy drink? Did humans find a way to bottle up and consume energy? Well, you’d have to ask questions about it later. You start to pick up more things off the floor much to Levi’s dismay. Mammon eventually followed you.

“Damn, dude, I haven’t seen it this bad in a long time.”

“S-s-shut up!” Levi hissed, suddenly in a rush to pick things up faster than you could. “Like I said, I’ve just--just been busy!”

You picked up an empty box that had once contained food by the smell of it. You dropped it in a trash bag you had in your hands. You took a look at the shelf you were by. There were lots of statues on it. Nothing like statues you had ever seen. All shapes and sizes, some male but most of them female. Could these be human deities? More questions to have Mammon answer later.

“What have you been ‘busy’” – Mammon said that word while moving two fingers on each hand in a bouncing motion– “with this time?” The only answer his brother could respond with was a nonchalant shrug, going back over to where a few big screens sat on a desk. Mammon rolled his eyes once more and begrudgingly helped you pick up the trash on the ground. Soon it looked quite clean, and you could take in the rest of the room without feeling all too overwhelmed. Although there was still…so much stimuli in here.

Levi put his fingers on this long board with buttons on it. Each button had some sort of symbol on it which upon closer inspection were the modern human letters. The sound of rapid clicking filled the room as his fingers pressed different buttons with rather rapid intensity. You looked over to Mammon, nodding your head in Levi’s direction with a very confused expression. The expression the human returned to you was one that you read as ‘the hell if I know’. A little annoyed, you pulled Mammon closer to you by the fabric of his jacket. Speaking in a whisper, you flicked your gaze over to the other human who was already fully enthralled by whatever he was doing. “Is your brother sickly?”

“Eh, what’da mean?”

“His aura feels weak, like he’s fading,” you muttered quietly.

Mammon’s head rolled back as he groaned. “He’s probably just not been taking care of himself properly again. It happens.” He looked over his shoulder in a bit of worry, but he didn’t seem to care too much to do anything about it.

“Will a human not die if they do not get the proper care? You all are fragile, you know.” He did not seem pleased at that statement. “I have to keep you all from harm. Those are my orders. I’d rather not have to be scolded by the prince again.”

Mammon took the trash bag from your hands and threw some more of those metal cans away. “Good luck with that. He doesn’t hardly listen or talk to any of us anymore. Cares more about his fictional characters or online friends than his own family.” There was a bitterness to his words. They really had all given up on each other. Supposed to be a family but isolated from each other despite being in the same household. The building did contain that chill that was all too familiar.

These humans were useless. “Alright, well, you can give up for all I care, but if your little brother ends up getting sick or worse, we are both in trouble. You’re in this with me now whether you like it or not.” You shrugged. You weren’t a babysitter. Just an observer. You took the bag back from Mammon and took it towards the door. You could feel your pact-mate’s gaze burn holes in the back of your head. If you had learned enough about him, he would do what you wanted him to do in three…two…one…

“Oi!” Bingo. Mammon came up behind his brother, pulling at the hood of Levi’s jacket. He tugged the blue-haired human away from the desk.

Levi scowled. “What the hell do you want now?”

“When’s the last time you took a shower?” Mammon asked. Levi looked a bit flustered at that, stuttering noises but giving no clear answers.

“Seems to have been a while,” you answered for him.

That seemed to do more harm than good. Levi’s face turned bright red. He leapt out of his chair and out of the room, leaving the door open. You looked back at Mammon with a raised eyebrow. “You going to follow him?”

His nose scrunched up. “If he’s finally taking a shower out of embarrassment, I’ll pass.”

Well…with Levi out of the room, you decided to ask some questions. “What kind of deities are these?” You pointed towards the shelf with the statues.

There were a few slow blinks before Mammon burst out in laughter. “These fuckin’ things?” He approached the shelf. “They’re fictional characters from Levi’s video games or shows. Although he does practically worship them.”

“I do not know what those are,” you simply stated.

“Ah…right. Here, come look. I’m sure Levi won’t mind me using his computer for a little demonstration.” Mammon strode over to the desk, sitting in his brother’s chair and waving you over. You approached, squinting a bit at the screen. So bright… With a few clicks, Mammon did his human internet magic and showed you a little bit more about human culture. Or at least Levi’s culture. Apparently there were moving pictures in different forms. Some you could control, others you could not. The ones you could control were called video games, and the rest were called shows. Anime was Levi’s favorite type apparently. It was very odd to you…but you seemed to understand Levi perhaps a little better. If Mammon had mentioned all his brothers used some form of escape, this must’ve been Levi’s…and it seemed to be draining him dry. It also explained some of Levi’s overall influence. From a glance, it was hard to explain how that brother was one of the top three overall influencers in your realm. However, from what you knew about the internet so far, you pretty much had unrestricted access to communication to the entire human world…He could spread Envy without even leaving his room.

“This sort of stuff is common human entertainment?” You wondered.

“Eh, yeah I’d say so. Levi is a bit more obsessed than the rest of us but we all used to play a few games together back in the day. I’m the best at racing games!” He beamed a bit at the memory, although apparently it made him a bit sad. “Maybe we could-”

Ding.

A little noise echoed through the room. You looked around, but Mammon seemed to know right where it came from. “Oho, what’s this?” He focused more on the computer, clicking some more. Soon a display of a bunch of words showed on the screen. From what you were learning, you assumed these were instant messages. Some written from Levi and another from someone else. “Oo, brother of mine, who are you talking to?”

Before you could even read the messages, another ding came through. Instead of words, this time it was a picture. There was a pretty girl with pink hair holding another statue- er figure- in her hands. You squinted and opened your mouth, but-

“HEY!” A blur rushed past you, pushing Mammon out of the chair. Two humans started rolling around on the ground, fighting again… “Who said you could touch my stuff?! Why are you always touching my stuff?!”

“Get offa me! Chill!”

Before punches started to fly, you tapped Levi on the shoulder. His shirt was damp with water. He must’ve taken a shower. Even such a simple thing made him look a little less dead. He froze and looked up at you. “I asked him to show me your anime.”

“Huh?” The blue-haired human blinked. “You did?” You nodded. Luckily that was all that was needed to get Levi to stand, anger mostly subdued. “Well…next time please ask before he goes and fiddles with my computer. I just got it updated too…”

Mammon got to his feet as well, rubbing the back of his head, tisking. Soon he went back to smirking. “Who you talking to, huh?”

Levi gasped, but didn’t look too surprised. “So you were snooping!”

The accused human shrugged. “The message popped up fully of its own accord. Answer my question.”

“Ugh.” Levi walked past, grabbing his chair and sitting in it again, scooting towards the desk. “Just…just someone who messaged me about an exclusive figure. We’re planning to meet up so I can buy it, that’s all. No one ever wants to talk to me for real.” You could feel the Envy seeping from him. Endless desire to have what everyone else had despite having so much stuff going for him. It was eating him alive.

“Sheesh, no need to get all depressing about it, it was just a question.”

The conversation seemed to die out from there, but neither brother moved. It was hard to tell if they were just awkwardly keeping from starting another fight or if maybe they just wanted to be in each other's company in silence for a moment. Unfortunately for them, you were there, and you felt weird in here. Besides, you had something you needed to discuss with Mammon.

“We were thinking about getting something to eat, do you want anything?” You asked. Both brothers looked at you in confusion.

Thankfully, Mammon managed to play along this time. “Y-yeah, we’re on house arrest, but I guess we can order something or make something.” He muttered that last little bit, like it was hard for him to say.

Levi actually laughed a bit. “You? Make dinner? For real?” It was obviously directed at his brother.

“Huh?” The human beside you exclaimed so loud it hurt your ears. “I can cook! I just choose not to!”

“Yeah, if by cooking you mean making instant noodles.” Levi tilted his head as he thought it over. He then shrugged with a little roll of his eyes. “Do whatever you want. As long as I don’t have to leave my room.” At that, there was a little tug to his lips, but maybe he was just twitchy.

That was your cue to leave you supposed. You grabbed Mammon’s arm and dragged him out of there, making sure to take the trash with you. As you shut the door, you jogged a bit, making sure to pull Mammon aside once you were far enough away from the door.

“H-hey, be gentle. What’s going on? I know he’s hard to be around but you didn’t have to leave so fa-”

You swiveled around to face him with a speed that caught him off guard. “We have a problem,” you interrupted. “Well, I’m pretty sure it’s a problem.”

“Okay…And?”

You looked down each side of the hallway before speaking. “When I looked at the picture on Levi’s screen, I got this strange feeling. No…I’m almost certain.”

He shook his head at you. “Ah, I was almost worried there for a minute, don’t do that to me. Listen, Levi- gotta love him- he’s a train wreck right now.” Most of you are, you thought. “I doubt they’ll end up being a thing or whatever, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Of course that’s not what I’m worried about!” You put your hand up to your face for a moment in disbelief. “Your brother is planning to meet up with a demon!”

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I Should be Asleep

12:30 am

I Should be Asleep (AO3)

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“Uh- hey! My Name’s Mama! Uh Ma-Ma-Marinette! Your mom sent me to down here- the groove- uh, the group’s waiting for you.”

“Hello Ma-Ma-Marinette.

Sorry, I tend to make more sense with this.”

***

It was always hard to really see the crowd when he was on stage. When he wasn’t being blinded by the lights, the faces tended to blur together. Especially the more he got into the music.

But even with the lights and the music, he kept catching glimpses of her face.

He had seen her before today. But only in Juleka’s pictures. And sure, he had noticed, in a casual, passing glance kind of way, that she was cute. But her picture hadn’t really prepared him for meeting her. And she was just…

He glanced up from his guitar to flash a blind grin at the cheering crowd as he riffed. And his eyes immediately found her face in the crowd. The way the lights caught her eyes… they were so bright and vivid and clear.

And so sincere.

***

Truth be told, when she had found out Rose, Juleka, and Ivan were in a band with Juleka’s brother—Luka—she hadn’t expected… well, she hadn’t been entirely sure what she had expected. But given Rose’s… pinkness, she hadn’t expected Rose to sing like that. Just like she hadn’t expected shy and quiet Juleka to transform into a hair flipping, spotlight seeking star. Or for Ivan to be grinning so broadly that his megawatt smile would rival the lights for their brightness.

And she hadn’t been expecting… she hadn’t been expecting Luka.

When she had found out Juleka had a brother, she hadn’t been entirely sure what to expect. She had assumed he would maybe dress a bit like her friend, and she hadn’t been entirely wrong on that front. And she had thought that maybe he would be quiet, the way Juleka was. She hadn’t been wrong about that either. Not exactly anyway.

She furrowed her brows as her gaze drifted to land on him. He was quiet. But he was quiet in an intense kind of way. But he was also so… open too. And he was sweet, the way he had played for her and given him his guitar pick. And so brave the way he had drawn Captain Hardrock’s attention away so she could escape. And-

She shook her head. She was supposed to be enjoying herself. Enjoying the concert. Not thinking about- Especially given Adrien had been able to make it after all.

***

He had only tumbled into bed maybe twenty minutes ago, but usually he was able to fall asleep pretty quick. Especially after a day like today.

Because it had been a day.

Thinking about it, it was pretty impressive his ma hadn’t been akumatized before today. She liked to be contrary, and she lived her life to the beat of her own drum, no matter how many warnings and tickets officer Raincomprix gave her. And his ma was… if someone was being polite, they would probably say she was expressive. Officer Raincomprix, on the other hand, would probably call her volatile. What in all fairness, was true.

And that had meant she had been a tough akuma. It had been impressive, seeing Ladybug up close in action like that. And she had saved his ma, the way she always saved Hawkmoth’s victims. And the concert had been able to go ahead almost exactly as planned, minus a few decibels and plus a keyboard.

Overall, it had been a good day.

He shifted in bed as he stretched out his legs to angle them into a more comfortable position and let out a sigh as he sank a little deeper into the mattress. It had actually been a really good day. Because on top of the concert going off, not without a hitch but successfully nonetheless, he had made a new friend.

Juleka had gushed about Marinette before. Well, as much as Jules gushed about anything. Marinette’s name had been a familiar one on the Liberty, even though she hadn’t set foot on board before today. And he got it. Marinette was sweet. Kind. Funny. And she was brilliant, the way she had gotten them out of the chains, and so brave the way she had gone to alert Ladybug. If Juleka’s words and first impressions were anything to go by, Marinette was the kind of friend he wanted in his corner. And she had offered that friendship almost instantly.

It had been a great day.

But he was tired now. And he had to get up early tomorrow to pick up his bike from the repair shop. Except, no matter what he did, no matter how comfortable he made himself, he couldn’t sleep. He felt like he was plugged into an amp. And there was music in his head, begging for him to untangle the melody and make sense of the notes. And the music sounded an awful lot like stumbled words and blue eyes and a heart worn on a sleeve.

Normally, when he couldn’t sleep he would just grab his guitar and play until he was ready to sleep. But somehow, he had a sinking suspicion that if he started playing now, he wouldn’t be able to stop playing that song.

With a groan, he rolled onto his back to star up at the ceiling. It was just barely visible in the dim light of the streetlights filtering through the makeshift curtains he and Jules had draped haphazardly over the portholes. In the dim light, he could just make out the cracks in his ceiling, some of which he and Jules had tried to cover with with stickers when they were younger. Maybe he just needed something else to focus on to settle his mind…

***

She snuggled a little closer under the covers. It had been a long day. Juleka’s mom had been a tough akuma, and having her friends so close to the action always put her on edge. But everything had turned out fine in the end.

And despite the akuma, it had been a really good day. The concert had been able to go ahead, and Adrien had been able to make it in the end. A sigh slipped past her lips at the thought, and she let her eyes flutter shut. It had been a good day, but a long one, and she was ready to slip off into her familiar dreams.

Or maybe a new one.

She had gotten to see Adrien play with the rest of Kitty Section, and she was sure that would offer plenty of dream fodder. Already, she was hoping piano music and emerald eyes would fill her dreams.

She couldn’t help but smile to herself as the memories of the evening washed over her. Behind her closed lids, her eyes were heavy, and already, she could feel herself slipping toward sleep. The technicolor lights were softer in her mind than they had been during the show, and they were skewed in rosier tones. But that wasn’t unusual; her dreams of Adrien tended to be rose-tinted.

She sank into the dream, surrendering herself to the music, gentler than what Kitty Section had played. More heartfelt. More intimate.

The softly plucked notes of the guitar swirled around her, almost caressing her as she drifted closer to sleep. A mouth twisted into a shy and embarrassed smile as blue eyes flashed from under a sweep of dark hair. And a calm and quiet voice-

The world lurched around her as she sat bolt upright in bed. From somewhere beside her bed, Tikki yelped as her pillows topple off the bed.

Guitar music?

Blue eyes?

“Marinette! What’s wrong?”

Her gaze, as if drawn by a magnet, landed on her desk. Where the guitar pick Luka had given her sat, propped up against her water bottle. She couldn’t make out Jagged’s grinning face in the dark, but she could picture it clear as day with his wide grin and blue eyes. Eyes almost as blue as-

“Marinette?” Tikki was suddenly hovering in front of her, her eyes wide with concern.

“Huh?”

“What’s wrong?”

She cast another quick glance at her desk before shaking her head. “Nothing,” she said, trying to smile, “it was just a dream.”

It was just a dream, wasn’t it?”

***

He had no idea what time it was now. All he knew that that he should have been asleep right now. And that he wasn’t.

That, and the only thing that he had accomplished by staring up at the ceiling was memorizing all the cracks in it. And the placement of the stickers.

And that trying to not think about music, especially when there was music demanding to be thought about, was impossible. At least, for him.

He rolled over and buried his face in his pillow, partly to muffle his groan so he wouldn’t wake Jules—he did not want to face her full Queen of Darkness fury for waking her up—and partly so to give himself a break from staring at the ceiling. But it was burned into his mind. Which didn’t bode well for how much time he had spent staring at it instead of sleeping.

And the music was in his mind, captivating his thoughts no matter how hard he tried not to pay attention to it—a first for him for sure—and the more he tried not to pay attention to it, the more it demanded his attention.

It was all he could think about.

But she was Juleka’s friend. And he had only just met her. He had known her less than a day.

But her song was so sincere.

She was so sincere.

As sincere as a melody…

***

She bit back a huff as she stared up into the darkness. She had no idea what time it was, but she knew she should have been asleep by now. She should have been asleep ages ago.

But every time she closed her eyes, her visions of green eyes and gold hair and a perfect smile were replaced by glinting ocean eyes and messy dark hair and a sweet and lopsided grin.

Sighing, she rolled over, carefully so as to now wake Tikki, and glared at her alarm clock. The numbers glowed dimly in the darkness, mocking her.

She should definitely be asleep right now.

Groaning, she rolled back onto her back. Why was Luka suddenly invading her dreams? Was it because of his mom being akumatized? But if that was the case, shouldn’t Juleka have been in her dreams too? He was Juleka’s brother after all. Her thoughts drifted to that moment in his room. When he had played his guitar for her and-

The pick!

It must have been because he gave her the guitar pick. That had to be it.

With that settled, she closed her eyes and snuggled back into the embrace of her mattress. She let her breaths deepen as she willed sleep to come to her. She focused her mind on the slow, steady rhythm of her breath. In and out. She repeated the words in her mind with every inhale and exhale, lulling herself toward the brink of sleep.

‘I think Marinette the compass has found herself a new statue.’

Her eyes flew open, and she shot up in bed as Alya’s words from earlier echoed in her head.

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DIABOLIK LOVERS DAYLIGHT Vol.13 Kino [TRACK 3]

Original title: 置いていかないで

Source: Diabolik Lovers Daylight Vol. 13 Kino

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Tomoaki Maeno

Track 1 ll Track 2 ll Track 3 ll Track 4 ll Track 5 + Epilogue

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Track 3: Don’t Leave Me

Kino is playing a game on his phone.

“...Ah, I missed. This sucks. My ranking will drop even more now.”

He continues playing.

“Ugh…Ahー God, again…!? I actually got myself a new phone…and I’ve been dying to play this game but…For some reason, I can’ find my groove.”

( A few weeks had already passed since I departed from Rotigenberg. The manor in the human world had remained unchanged from when we originally left it behind us. Some dust had collected, but it didn’t seem like anyone went in or out the house. I spent my days there in solitude, hearing only the sounds coming from my mobile games.

ーー I wonder what became of her after I left? I figured the most logical solution was for her to return to the Sakamaki’s. However, when I coincidentally happened to pass by their place, it was completely deserted. Judging from the circumstances, they had most likely gone to the Demon World. Which means…Perhaps she is there with them at their castle? …Or she might have run to unknown lands. )

“...It’s possible. I’m sure she’s fed up with having to deal with us selfish Demons. …Well, not like I care about the girl I abandoned.”

Kino loses in his game.

“...Ah.”

*Thud*

“Has this game always been so dull…?”

He gets up from the couch and walks towards the door, leaving the room.

*TIMESKIP*

“I look like a clown…actually coming back here. To the rotten and smelly Rotigenberg. …Oh well, no way she’s actually still here anyway.”

Kino opens the door to the manor.

*Creaaak*

He walks around, opening the windows and checking the cupboards.

“...She’s not here. …Hehe.”

He flops onto the couch.

“I wonder why…I feel disappointed? She told me that my ways were wrong, didn’t she? She even warned me that everyone would eventually leave me if I continued down that path…so no wonder she did as well. One can say whatever sweet words they want, but in the end, she’s gone. I knew this would happen, didn’t I?

…That’s why I chose to toss her aside myself, right? However, somewhere deep down, I kept on hoping that perhaps she would be different…I wonder if part of me was still hopeful? Even though I only ever saddened or upset her. What did I even expect? …If I hadn’t made those mistakes, would she have smiled more? …Would she have still been here right now? …Guess it’s too late to think about that now.”

*Thud*

“...! …Could she still be here after all…!? ーー No.”

( It can’t be. There’s no way it’s her. I shouldn’t…foster any more hope. I’ve had enough of getting my hopes up…only to have them crushed and be reminded of just how pathetic and self-centered I truly am. )

“I guess one of the remaining Ghouls or some other Demon who has lost their way got inside…? I’m…positive.”

Kino gets up and goes to check.

“...! …I don’t know who you are or where you came from, but show yourself already.”

*Rustle*

“You’ve sure got some nerve, trespassing someone’s house like this. You’re the one who committed a crime, so you’ll have to face the consequences now.”

*Rustle*

“Heeh…Seems like you’ve at least got some man…ners. …Eh? You…”

You run up to Kino and embrace him.

*Rustle*

“Haah…!? Excuse me…? What are you…!?”

*Rustle*

“You…Are you shaking…? …Um…”

He returns the embrace.

“For now, just calm down, okay? Come on…Are you okay? Everything will be fine…”

You gradually calm down in his embrace.

“I guess you stopped shaking for now at least. Feeling a little better?”

You nod.

“...I’m glad.”

You apologize for startling him.

“It’s fine, really…I mean, you did give me a bit of a scare. For one, I was surprised to find out it was you. And you rarely ever leap into my arms like you just did so…Yeah. While I was gone…Did something happen…which triggered such an intense reaction from you…?”

( She talked to me about everything which happened after I left. Apparently other creatures had broken into the house multiple times before. Therefore, she figured that must have been the case again, so she hid herself in the shadows out of fear. However, while holding her breath, she suddenly picked up on a familiar voice. When she found out that it was I, she felt genuinely relieved and jumped into my arms without hesitation. )

“I get it now…I’m sorry for scaring you. I should have called first, huh? But…I was convinced it couldn’t possibly be you.”

You ask him why.

“Why…? I mean, I told you to go wherever your heart desired, right? So what I want to know…is why are you still here? This place obviously isn’t the prettiest. The stench is horrendous and it’s highly inconvenient as well. I doubt it’ll do your health any good either. You even found yourself in danger, didn’t you? I was the only one keeping you here so once I was gone, I see no reason why you would have had to stay here. So…Why?”

You explain.

“Promise…? Don’t tell me…Are you referring to the time you told me that you’d never leave me…and would remain here with me? Is that why…you’re still here right now?”

You nod.

“The fuck…?”

*Rustle*

“Are you…serious?”

You apologize.

“No…I’m not mad. However…I do feel frustrated with myself for feeling so relieved. Even though I told myself that I was fed up with being betrayed and disappointed…And I realize that no matter how happy I may feel in this moment, it’ll only worsen the despair when I inevitably am left behind again. …I’m still just so happy to have found you here.”

You asked if he truly meant it when he told you to leave.

“Those weren’t…my true feelings. I never wanted you to go and leave me behind. Nor would I rather be myself. Truth is…I want you to be by my side.”

*Rustle*

“Please don’t leave me…”

You promise to stay together.

“You’ll be with me…?”

You nod.

“Now that you mention it, I guess you’re right…I’m the one who left. I went away out of my own free choice…assuming that nobody cared about me but…Actually, it was I who had trouble having faith in other people. Yet, you actually stuck with me regardless, huh? Even though I only ever made you sad or upset…You still, this whole time…I guess you were right when you called me out on always doing the wrong thing. I’m sure I have been ever since I was born. …However, I no longer want to make any mistakes. Because I don’t ever want to lose you.”

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

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