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ushiko · 3 years ago

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ಌ cute turtle sticker on a train | aone takanobu

aone x gn! reader

synopsis: five moments on the train with aone where loved bloomed under the train lights with turtle stickers on phone cases.

word count: 3.0k+

a/n: i had to use the time skip photo for the banner, he's just so cute in it!

Riding the train every day wasn’t my favorite thing to do but people watching was a favorite pass time of mine. Seeing all the different people and aspects of life surrounding me. The tired woman probably going to her second job, the man who sleeps with his arms crossed from working all night, and the little girl playing on her tablet while her mom talks loudly on the phone next to her.

Then, there is him.

The boy with bright, white hair reflects off his pale skin and brightens his light green eyes. His eyes are sharp as he stares down at his phone which had a little turtle sticker on his clear phone case. He always wore a small frown on his face as he tightly held onto the school bag next to him as his eyes stared strictly down on the phone screen in front of him. The colors of his uniform told me that he went to the same school as me, Date Tech High. I’d never seen him before though most of the time I could barely remember anyone’s faces at school. However, I feel like I would remember someone like him. He had a strong build and seemed to have a tall stature since he was towering over everyone on the train. I couldn’t get over that such a stoic man had such a cute, turtle sticker with hearts all around it laying on his case.

The train stopped as most people prepared to gather their bags to get off. The white-haired boy shut off his phone and picked up his bag to his lap, throwing his phone inside. Moving my bag to my lap, I watch over the train to see the same people as always getting off the train. Except for this time, my focus was more on the brooding man standing as the train came to a stop with the doors opening widely. I was right, he was tall through as I got up to see him leave, I lost him in the crowd. I sigh and pull my bag higher on my shoulder as I move towards school, the same steps that he and his cute sticker are taking.

ಌ ONE

It was the next morning, and the train was lighter than most mornings. I decided to take one of the better sears on the train since it was easier that way. I settle into the seat while setting my bag on my lap and wait for the doors to close to move to the next stop.

“You go to Date Tech?” a deep-vibrating voice asks next to me.

My body jumps slightly with a silent squeal passes my lips to see the white-haired boy sitting next to me. I didn’t even notice he was there. Has he been there the whole time?

“Ah yes, I do,” I answer hesitantly.

I didn’t mean to answer so nervously but it was rare to talk to anyone at school or the train. He nods once and turns back to his phone on whatever video he was watching. I stare blankly at him as I try to process the last few moments between me and him.

How did he know I go to Date Tech High? I look around at myself to see nothing particular that wouldn’t indicate I went there until I saw the pin on my bag. In big bold letters says ‘Date Tech’ with the school's colors surrounding it. Now that question makes more sense but still…

How did I not even notice he was sitting next to me? I mean he is so big and tall I think it would be hard to miss him.

Either way, this gave me the chance to see him up close. His hair almost appeared brighter up close and his skin was flawless alabaster that made everything come together perfectly. The jacket stretched across his shoulders and his chest showing off his stronger stature. I feel my cheeks brighten as I realized I was staring at him with no self-regard. I turn back forward and try to focus on anything but the man next to me. If I had looked, I would have seen his skin turn a shade of light pink while he gripped tightly onto this phone that still laid a cute, turtle sticker.

ಌ TWO

It has been about a week and the white-haired boy from school hasn’t talked to each other since that first interaction. Those were the only words he has ever said to me and I was craving more. When we both got off, all he did was nod at me and leave the train into the crowd. Every time I would somehow lose sight of the tall man in the crowd and scramble to see where he went with no luck. I just wanted to at least get to know one classmate since we rode the train together every morning. How can someone lose a 6’3 man in a crowd?!

Today, the train was packed and there were barely any seats available. Everyone looking for a seat and scrambling to find one, but they kept missing one seat or more light they were avoiding it altogether.

Next to him. White-haired boy.

It appeared that everyone was avoiding sitting next to him as they refused to even look at the seat next to him. It was probably because of that unnatural frown all over his face. Well, I wanted to seat since my bag was extra heavy today with all the textbooks I had to carry for school. I wasn’t scared to sit next to him. He is not that scary or intimidating, he is softer than he appears to be. He just looks like someone not well aware of how his appearance can come off to some people. Last time, I didn’t even notice I was sitting next to him.

“Excuse me, is this seat taken?” I ask while pointing to the seat next to him.

He snaps his head up and shakes his head while shifting his body slightly to make some room though there was very little change.

“Thank you,” I whisper as I set down my bag on the ground and try to get comfortable in the seat.

“You’re welcome,” a small voice beside me whispers.

I glance over to him to see his eyes focused on his phone again like every morning. He was too cute as I watched his eyes shift over to mine every few moments. I couldn’t help the smile that passes my lips as the train creaked and speeds past the sunlight.

ಌ THREE

I wanted to know his name.

After about a month of riding on the train with him and even sitting next to each other from time to time, I still didn’t know his name. We even went to the same school, and I had no idea what his name even started with. My goal today was to at least get one part of his name. My head swivels around as I look for him eventually my eyes land on a bright, white piece of hair. Quickly, I move towards the back where he is sitting to see no one sitting around him, like usual, sadly. It broke my heart every time I saw people scurrying away after seeing that the open spot was next to him. He wasn’t that intimidating, to be honest, he just appeared to be like a shy, teddy bear. Without even asking, I sit down next to him and tap his shoulder lightly. Glancing up from his phone, he furrows his brows and stares widely at me.

“Hi, I know this is so random but what is your name? You know we ride this train together every morning and go to the same school so I thought we should know each other’s names. Mine’s (Y/N)!”

He keeps staring at me with a blank look in his eyes as the video on his phone fills up the silence surrounding us. My heart picks up as I finally look him in the eye to see the brightest green eyes I’ve ever seen. His eyes were even prettier up close. They had specks of yellow and brown in them that made me want to stare into them all day, they were beautiful.

“Aone,” he simply states.

I shake my head and pull myself out of the green pools of his eyes and the daydream that they pull me into.

“I’m sorry, what was it?” I ask shyly, rubbing the back of my neck.

“Aone, that’s my name,” he answers.

My lips split into a smile as he turns his attention back to his video, but I was focusing on the light-pink color that was illuminated on his pale skin.

Aone, perfect.

“Well, Aone, it’s very nice to meet you.”

ಌ FOUR

Everything was pretty much the same ever since learning his name. Though every time I got on the train, I would sit next to Aone and we would sit in a comfortable silence as he continued to watch his phone and I would people watch. There was a rare time that words were passed between us. I wanted to change that. I wanted to know what was behind that rough exterior and get to know who he truly was.

“I like your sticker, by the way. It’s very cute,” I tell him as I point to his case. It was a small sticker with a small turtle having little pink hearts surrounding it while smiling. I believe this was his true being on the inside. Just a small turtle waiting for someone to bring him out of his shell. That baby pink blush covers his cheeks as he glances up at me.

“Thank you,” he whispers before going back to the video on his phone. I hum and decide to be noisy and see what was on his screen. What is always watching every morning on his phone? Seeing out of the small corner on his phone to see a volleyball game on it.

“You like volleyball too?!” I enthusiastically ask.

I lean closer to him to see which game he was watching on his screen. I tried playing the game but I never got the knack for it and the skills never developed naturally. For years and years, I trained until one day I realized that I just didn’t have the skill to play it so I would watch game after game but that made it worse.

“I play it, actually,” he answers while pointing the small words on his jacket. The small words said, ‘Date Tech Volleyball Team’. I read the words over and over again. I swear I need glasses; how do I not notice these things?!

“Oh wow! If I knew you were playing for Date Tech, I would have come to watch a game a long time ago!”

I rarely went to any games since the school was always in the way and crowds were never my favorite thing plus watching volleyball made me realize what I couldn’t do which was play it. But now that I know someone amazing playing it, I couldn’t wait to watch.

The next few moments were silent as Aone slowly moved his phone lower that way we both could watch the game playing across his screen. I was so enamored by the video that if I had looked up, I would have seen Aone flushed with color contrasting against his skin and silently hoping you couldn’t hear the way his heart was pounding out his chest.

ಌ FIVE

“Aone, look at this!”

I shove my phone in his face to show him the Karasuno v. Date Tech game again. I couldn’t get over the game and kept watching it over and over again. Aone looked so graceful in the game even though it was mostly just blocks and spikes, but his speed and timing were so perfect.

“Mhm, yes. That was a hard spike to block from their ace,” he states flatly.

I pout and pull the phone to my lap, “You should be more excited, Aone. You looked so cool! I can’t believe you shut that spike down like that!”

He blushes and rubs the back of his neck, “It wasn’t that good.”

“Yes, it was, Aone! You were amazing! I can’t wait to see the next game!”

“You want to come to the next game?” he asks shyly as his cheeks turned brighter.

I nod enthusiastically, “Of course! I have to cheer on my train bestie!”

The color of his face turned darker as his blush deepened on his skin as the train creaks to a stop and people came off and on. Aone and I both grab our bags and head off the train. We walk next to each other as our steps match together and the back of our hands brush against each other. My heart skipped every time I felt his hand touch mine and feel our skin touch for one moment. Every moment with him felt lighter than the next, I never wanted this to end.

“Aone?” I ask quietly.

He hums while looking down at me with those green eyes I always got lost in.

“Can we be friends?” I shyly ask while smiling up at him.

He stops in his tracks as the bag almost slips off his shoulder to the ground. His eyes widen as the redness covers his cheeks to his ears making him look even cuter than before.

All of a sudden, he bows and loudly states, “I accept your friendship, greatly.”

I giggle lightly as I watch him bow in the middle of the station. People were giving us strange glances, but I didn’t care, I was too focused on the person in front of me.

“Thank you, Aone. I’m glad we are friends now but let’s go we don’t want to be late to class,” I chuckle as he stands firmly back up and nods harshly. He stands beside me again as we move away from the station to Date Tech. The sun shined brightly above us as we left the memories of the station behind and began news ones under a new light.

ಌ FUTURE

"Takanobu! Dinner is ready!” I yell across the home as Aone came from work and was ready to lay down flat on the couch, but he first needed food before any of that. I hear his groans as he makes his way into the kitchen as I set the steaming plate on the counter. He sat with a bright, white shirt on and grey sweatpants laying on his legs. He was still as perfect as he was in high school even though throughout the years his muscles have softened but he was still as beautiful as he was on the train when I first saw him.

“Thank you, love,” he says as he starts digging into the bowl.

I smile sweetly at him and press a small kiss on top of his head and sit across from him.

Over the past couple of years, our relationship has grown slowly after that day on the train where I asked him to be friends. We rode the train together, walked to school together, and I would try to come to every game Date Tech had if I could. As time went on, we became attached at the hip and feelings blossomed till they toppled over one day. It happened on a rainy day to school where Aone gave me a matching sticker as he has on his case. The feelings were overwhelming and bubbling to the surface when I announced my love for him. He was silent for a few moments until the same words spoke from his lips that day where he asked me to be his in the middle of the train station. It was also the day when it became traditional to get the cute turtle sticker on every phone case we got.

“What are you thinking about?” a deep, flowing voice asks.

I snap my eyes up from the bowl to see Aone already looking at me with those bright green eyes staring back at me. I could stare at them forever its like I have nature in front of me forever.

“Nothing, just thinking about the past.”

“Mhm? What about the past?”

“Just when you gave me one of your stickers,” I say as I point to the sticker on the back of my case.

He smiles slightly and pokes at the turtle sticker on my phone that was a small one with its lips shaped in the form of a kiss and lip stains of kisses all over. He also had the same sticker on his phone since he allowed me to decide on which one to get for the both of us.

“I’m very glad you accepted it. I was so nervous that day. I was scared that you weren’t going to accept it,” he reveals honestly.

Aone wasn’t one to talk about his feelings but when he did it was beautiful. It was hard to keep my heart from racing when he whispered those words to me late at night when the moon reflected off our skin and we would talk low to each other till we were wrapped up in one another and our heartbeats lulled us to sleep. Now, under the sunlight, my heart still pounded just the same and my face warmed with my fingers tingling from the words leaving his lips. The words flowed so naturally for him it was hard to believe that he was so shy when he is so perfect with his words.

A small giggle passes my lips and puts my hand over his, “I would never. It might not have been obvious, but I liked you a lot back then. My heart jumped out of my chest when you gave me this. It felt like you were giving me a piece of you.”

He blushes and intertwines his fingers into mine, “I give you everything and more, my love.”

He always had a way with romantic words that flowed seamlessly from his lips and it makes my heart race each time.

“I wouldn’t want anything less. And I’ll give you all of me.”

He smiles brightly at me and presses a kiss to my palm as we look at each other and think of the old times. The moments when words weren’t spoken, and only small looks and actions were displays of our love. The moments when your hearts pounded in silence and glances were our form of looking at each other without each other finding out.

Now, we showed our love through turtle stickers and words that bloomed under the lights of a creaky train.

©️ushiko; do not copy, steal, or plagiarize my work!!

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yes-this-account-is-alive · 3 years ago

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college au kinda modern au volo x reader? hmmmnnn

There was this man, he always sat in the same spot in the café close to campus. His favorite colors were marigold and cyan, judging by his wardrobe. You rarely saw him sporting any other color, only some neutral tones.

As he sipped on his coffee, he would type away at his laptop. While the bags under his eyes were dark, his stormy orbs were always shining with determination and curiosity at whatever was on his screen. There was also this... air of loneliness around him, you've observed.

Now as you sat across the room, you recalled that you only saw a few people who--you guessed were his friends--approach him. He'd light up around them but revert back after they left. Did he genuinely feel happier when he was with them or was he putting up a façade? You couldn't tell. The only times where you thought he was truly happy were when his pokémon were out.

The alarm notification on your phone snapped you out of your unintentional daily observation, you looked down at the screen and sigh. You had better get going before you were late for a class. Emptying your cup, you kept your papers and belongings. As you walked to the entrance, droplets of rain fell from the sky. Unamused, you pulled out your umbrella.

You were about to leave until you felt a light tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you find the blonde looking at you rather flustered. He averted his gaze immediately when you tried to meet his. He stuttered out a request as he fiddled with the edge of his sweater.

"S-sorry to bother, I forgot my umbrella... Is it alright if I could share yours...?"

You blinked, he was quite blessed in the beauty height department.

"Sure, I think you're gonna have to hold it though. You're uh... kinda tall."

He smiled, this one was similar to the ones he shared with his pokémon. Something thuds against your ribcage, pink lightly dusting your cheeks.

"Thank- thank you so much! I'll make sure to repay you after this, uhm-"

"[Name], and you're...?" you asked as you handed the transparent umbrella over to him.

"Volo, nice to meet you."

A few days had passed since then, he remembered to bring his umbrella when it rained as well. Every time you entered the café, he would send you a wave. You returned it of course, how could you not show your manners? However, when you walked in this morning there was a pair of twins sitting on your spot. Gripping your tote bag a bit pissed, you exhaled sharply as you went over to Volo's table. He waved a little weakly, your annoyed expression was intimidating.

"Hey, Volo. Sorry, you mind if I sit with you today? There are..." you trailed off, glancing at your usual spot.

His eyes followed yours and he nodded.

"O-of course, please sit."

He moved his backpack to rest against his chair as you took your seat, you placed your tablet on the table and stretched your arms.

"Uhm-" he started.

You turned your attention to him, head tilted slightly as you looked up from the text you were reading. He moved his gaze away, fingers drumming on the wooden surface as he tried to get the words out of his throat. You waited patiently, he seemed to be bad with conversations.

"Would you like a cup of coffee? I still need to repay you for letting me use your umbrella... I could get your order for you..."

Ah, he did say he wanted to repay you yes. You just happened to forget about it since lending an umbrella really wasn't a big deal to you. But, when you remembered he always seemed lonely, you thought the gesture may have meant something. You grinned to yourself, shaking your head as you suggested a better alternative.

"Don't waste your money on coffee for me, please. How about you give me your number and we become friends?"

You wondered to yourself how you even said that, being forward wasn't exactly your shtick. Volo, feeling a bit emotional, responded a bit loudly.

"S-SURE!"

The silence that followed after had him reeling in embarrassment. He hid in his cap as he covered his face. You tried to keep your laughter in, not wanting to fluster him any further.

As you strolled down the sidewalk in the direction of Amity Square, you once again found yourself puzzled at the courage that popped out of thin air. You had texted Volo in the morning, asking him if he wanted to walk his pokémon and perhaps grab a bite later together. He responded a minute after you sent it, a little 'Really? I'd love to ^^' popped up on your phone. He seemed to enjoy using emoticons, 'cute' was what you thought when you read it.

You stopped in front of a pokémon center, waiting for him to show up. Absentmindedly, you scrolled through your feed. Then, you receive a text. It read, 'Boo! >:)' Quirking your eyebrow, you turned your head slightly to find the culprit himself, nearly falling over in the process at the close proximity. His arms steadied your body, an apologetic expression on his face.

"Are you alright?"

Calming your heart, you let out a sigh. You had never seen him up so close before and by Arceus was it too much to handle. He had his hair in a loose braid today. The sun bounced off it just right and you found your face warming up once more. His ivory shirt was under a buttercup yellow button up, jeans the same cyan you know he wore often. All in all, his outfit was casual but you had to admit-

"You cleaned up quite nice."

His face exploded into a crimson red, hand coming up to cover his mouth.

"Y-you look nice, too."

When the two of you reached a clearing, you released your team which greeted you with enthusiasm. Then, they stared at your companion. Your Gallade sorry he's my favorite pokémon stood in front of you, silently evaluating him. Volo, unsure of what to do shuffled awkwardly on his spot. You sighed, resting your hand on the blade pokémon's shoulder.

"C'mon, Kei. He's a friend," you attempted to coax your partner pokémon. He looked at you blankly before standing back in line with the others, you felt yourself getting mildly annoyed.

"Sorry, he's very protective... I'm going to kick his ass later."

Volo smiled, flustered. He waved his hands as he tried to stop you from bowing profusely. Letting out his own crew, the pokémon seemed to mingle amongst themselves as you two observed them.

"I-It's quite alright, really. It just goes to show how much he cares for you!"

You both talked as you followed the path around the square, your whole entourage trailing behind. As you laughed and smiled at him, he was trying not to let his apprehension show with the pair of eyes he felt burning his back. All was well until you heard some commotion coming from the back.

Fist clenched, you felt the irritation building up when you saw Kei and Volo's Lucario bickering. Rubbing your temples, you were about to head over when Lucario threw a punch. The others were trying to calm them down but the two fighting types were having none of it. As you stood next to the blonde, you contemplated joining the fight so you could hand their asses to them. And then you decided, you would. Your friend watched with wide eyes as you rolled your sleeves up and started power walking to them.

"Uh- [Name]! I don't think that's a good idea-" he tried to reason with you.

"Hey, you two."

They looked up at you indignantly, you grinned and grabbed their heads, bashing them against each other. You then faced them toward Volo, hands still gripping onto them.

"Today was supposed to be a nice and relaxing day at the park. Why are we fighting, hmm? We're ruining a nice day out with Volo... apologize, now."

Lucario let out what seemed to be an apology, but Kei was still being a brat. You let go of the aura pokémon but still held yours, he was definitely not going to say sorry. You sighed.

"Sorry Volo, he acts like a child sometimes."

"N-no, it's quite alright. I think he just doesn't like me..." his face fell as he softly replied.

His pokémon turn to him at that sentence, letting out cries in response. He spared them a weak smile, returning them to their balls. You do the same, sensing the dampened mood. Gently grabbing his hand, you lead him to a restaurant nearby. You lightly swung your hands as you tried to cheer him up.

"It's okay, even if he doesn't like you, I do."

He smiled, squeezing your hand a little.

"...thanks."

Somehow, Volo found himself waiting in the living room of your dorm space with Kei. The tension in the air was heavy, it weighed down on his tall stature. He didn't know what to say at all. Ever since that day in Amity Square, he never got a chance to talk to your partner pokémon until now.

He ran through his speech multiple times when he was practicing with togepi, trying to get his words out as straight as he could. Eventually, he managed to do it but when faced with the real deal, ruby eyes glaring into his soul, he couldn't help the tremor in his voice as he tried to speak.

"I-I know you don't like me being around [Name], you probably don't trust me and I understand that... but I really, really care for them- I really do! They've been more than kind to me and I haven't met someone like that in a long while. I swear I won't try to hurt them or anything... I just want them to be happy. S-So, if there's anything I can do to prove my worth to you...? I would do it. They don't like it when you get mad so I think it's best that we-"

"Shut up."

He recoiled at the harsh voice in his head.

"Spare me the sappy stuff, I get it. You like my trainer, I hear it all the time when you're near them" Kei huffed, looking in the other direction.

"Arceus, I've never seen two idiots more oblivious to each other. They get all giddy and stupid whenever they're around you, so you better take care of them. When you intend on courting them, it'd do you a favor if you could get your bearings together. If you make them cry, I'll be the first to punch that face of yours."

"Y-yes," Volo stuttered, but upon remembering the psychic type's words, he cleared his throat. "Yes, sir."

As soon as that conversation ended, you came back into the room holding a box of cookies and pokébeans each. Handing them over to him, you grinned.

"Cookies for you and treats for your team, I made them myself."

He blushed, holding them close to his chest.

"Thank you," he said as he walked over to the door. Turning around to bid you goodbye, he took a deep breath. "I'll be heading back to my dorm to work on an assignment... Are you perhaps free this weekend?"

You thought about it, and nodded. He looked to Kei, then back to you.

"Ah, then, would you like to have dinner with me...?"

His face was searing hot, his hands were sweaty. You didn't reply immediately, still trying to process the question. Then, a blinding grin spreaded across your face.

"Let's call it a date!"

Two dumbasses were pacing back and forth in their rooms, rummaging through their closets to find something nice to wear. Their pokémon are unfortunately the stylists, some are up to the task while the others are trying to figure out what was the big deal. Eventually, they had to rush out their trainers before they would be late for the date.

As Volo ran to the restaurant he picked, he had to pinch himself to make sure this was real and not a figment of his imagination. He really was going on a date with you! He hoped he looked presentable, given the outfit was chosen last minute due to him thinking what he picked initially wasn't good enough.

When he arrived at the entrance, he found you with your hands grabbing onto your knees in a half squat. It seemed that you just ran over as well. You were probably still winded, not registering that your date was here. He went up behind you and tapped your shoulder.

"Boo!"

You nearly tripped over, but he secured his arms around your waist. Lightly elbowing his side, you threw him a smile. In his head, all he could think about was how perfect you looked. His heart soared as you held him by the hand, interlocking your fingers with his. You pressed a kiss to the back of his hand, flustering him.

"Why, you look absolutely stunning," you jested.

He laughed, jovial in tone. Pulling you toward himself, he cupped your chin.

"I could say the same about you," he teased.

A cherry red bloomed across your face, you weren't expecting him to quip back. He lead you into the restaurant with an arm wrapped around your shoulder. As you found your table, you thought of a way to get back at him. Then, you moved his arm down to your waist and looked at him to see his reaction. To your pleasure, he was blushing just as hard as you were earlier.

You both enjoyed the dinner, sharing a nice conversation and all the sappy, sweet and icky stuff that Kei would roll his eyes about. Volo was a lot more confident, his stutters were less frequent and he even tried to feed you a piece of his ravioli which unfortunately fell onto your plate before you could eat it from his fork. He was embarrassed after but he laughed it off.

When it was time to go, you found yourselves staring at the rain coming down from above. Inwardly, you curse. You both had already paid so you couldn't go back in. Just as you were about to run out into the rain, your... soon to be boyfriend? Grabbed onto your arm. He smirked mischievously as he pulled something out from the small bag he brought.

"Shall we share this umbrella?"

#volo x reader #volo #pokemon volo #pokemon x reader #pokemon legends arceus #do you not see how down bad i am for him #god fucking damn it #i spent 3 hrs on this instead of my hw #worthiajbdsjwahdbkabda

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incorrectnessduskwood · 4 years ago

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A/N: Alright, here it is! Part two of the story I posted here (I guess I should come up with a title for it, huh?) There a few hundred words less than the other one but I liked the way it ended and I decided to go with it. I still have ideas to keep it going so let me know if you're interested in it. Hope y'all enjoy it!

Pairing: Jake x MC

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: spoilers for ep. 8 (still), a little jealous!Jake, and you can see some of my own theories there but nothing much

Falling asleep was never something that came easily to Jake; the constant fear and anxiety of being found were always in his head and every little noise outside of his room would startle him awake, no matter how long he had been sleeping. Even when things were relatively safe and he knew there wasn’t anyone after him, sleeping was something Jake rarely did. He would sleep as little as humanly possible and usually only when he couldn’t bear to be awake any longer.

So it was a pleasant surprise when he quickly fell asleep by MC’s side. She had asked him to lay with her so she wouldn’t be alone because she was afraid of having more nightmares and Jake could never deny MC anything if there was the possibility of saying yes. They laid side by side, MC resting her head on his arm, her own over his waist, one leg between his, and her face mostly hidden in his chest. Jake had threaded his fingers through her hair, heard her sigh and relax against him, and she was asleep within minutes. She looked like the most gorgeous person he had ever seen and he was more than content in watching her throughout the night, to just keep her safe.

Still, Jake’s eyelids got heavy half an hour in, his hand tiring and resting on MC’s shoulder just before he finally gave in and let himself fall asleep, not wanting to fight to stay awake one more night.

When he woke up, it was to the smell of coffee and food, two things Jake wasn’t used to. His heart beat fastly as he sat up, looking around the room with wide eyes until he spotted MC sitting on the table with a mug in her hands and her tablet in front of her, and he remembered her showing up there the last night. She only raised one questioning brow, taking a sip from her mug as Jake finally breathed out, allowing himself to relax, and laid back on the bed. He heard MC chuckle and he only waved her off, closing his eyes and placing his arm over them. The bed was soft and still warm and Jake wouldn’t say no to getting some more sleep, even if he felt more rested than he had ever felt in years; he also wanted to bask in the feeling of being relaxed for a while longer.

A few minutes had passed when he felt the bed weigh down by his side and Jake felt MC’s hand in his hair, so he moved his face until her hand cupped his cheek. He took his arm off his face to look at her, smiling when he noticed the soft blush that covered her cheeks and placing one of his hands on her knees, running his fingers in random patterns.

Neither of them said anything for a while and Jake was more than content to just watch her, to memorize the soft lines of her face, the way her hair fell over her eyes, making them slightly darker but all the more beautiful. Her presence still didn’t feel real and Jake was afraid of it all being a dream—even if he wasn’t creative enough to come up with all of that—so he would take all the chances of having the reassurance that she was indeed there, he would take all the touches she deemed him worthy of having, he would enjoy all the looks she would spare him; anything that would allow him to have her as close as possible. He’d be happy to just look at her from across the room, to just know she was there with him and that she was real and safe and—

“Jake?” MC’s voice broke through his concentration and he blinked a few times to focus on her face again, finding a smirk on her lips.

“I’m sorry, MC. You were saying?”

“I just asked if you were hungry,” she answered through chuckles. “I made breakfast with some of the stuff you had in the fridge. I’d guess you’re just as hungry as I was when I woke up.”

Jake smiled, nodding before sitting up again. “Starving, actually. Do I smell coffee, too?”

“Of course you do. What do you think I am, a savage?” she pointed at the coffee pot on the table she was sitting at. “I wasn’t sure how you’d take your coffee and I didn’t try and guess it either.”

MC stood up and offered him one of her hands. Jake took it and let himself be pulled up by her, finding it all the better when she didn’t let go of his hand and walked with him to the table. She sat at the chair she was before, grabbing her mug once again. Jake poured himself some coffee on another mug and slowly sipped it as he watched MC read something on her tablet, her brows furrowing as she went along whatever text she had open. She would sometimes write something on the piece of paper she had by her side, then she would stare at it as she tapped her pen on the table, her lips moving as she reread some sentence or tried to make sense of something.

Jake realized he could stare at her all day, just watch as she did nothing out of the ordinary but still looked like the most amazing person in the whole world. That was until his stomach growled and he realized he actually needed to eat something and that he should get back to work. MC smiled at him when he raised from the table and walked to the kitchen. She had managed to put together some eggs with what seemed melted cheese and tomatoes, and Jake would be lying if he said it didn’t smell amazing. He took the whole pan and a fork with him before walking to his computer and turning it on.

There were a bunch of notifications from the group chat, mostly everyone keeping each other up to speed about how they were doing and that they were okay. MC had answered for both of them without actually saying they were together, but it seemed to be good enough for the rest of the group; she never ceased to amaze him with how well she dealt with people and how quickly and strongly she had managed to earn the trust from the group. Not that it should surprise him so much when he was also between the ones that had started to trust her so easily.

He hadn’t gotten any notifications about his persecutors nor any news about the police. Apparently, they were still investigating Hanson’s house and trying to find anything because, unsurprisingly, everything was gone by the time the police had gotten there. Good thing Jessica thought of taking pictures of everything so they could at least have some kind of proof; Jake wouldn’t be surprised if the police tried to turn it around and blame it all on the group. He opened Thomas’s videocall to try and see if anything stood out, if he could better the image of the kidnapper’s physique or face or anything that could tell them who it was behind the mask.

Sadly, there wasn’t much he could; even his extensive knowledge couldn’t magically unblurry the whole video or get rid of the mask. There were a few things he could take from the writings and pictures on the walls—not everything because it moved too fast—and he could say for sure that the kidnapper was strong and quick. Thomas had a hard time holding him when he yelled for Jessica and the kidnapper ran almost as fast as the two of them. Even if Michael had kept up with taking care of his physique and trained, he still would have a hard time keeping up with Thomas and Jessica.

Staring at the better screenshot he had managed to take from the kidnapper, he called out, “MC? Could you do me a favour?”

There was no answer and Jake turned his head to look at her. MC seemed deeply concentrated on whatever she was writing on the paper, her hand moving quickly and her head moving from the tablet to the paper and back to the tablet. He quietly stood up and made his way to her side, looking over her shoulder at the paper. Her handwriting was messy and things didn’t seem to follow an order Jake knew about, so he had no idea what she was writing. On the tablet, however, she seemed to be going through some police reports and their discoveries from the cloud. The only thing that stood out to him was the name ‘Phil Hawkins’.

Jake sighed, sitting on the chair next to her and placing a hand on top of the paper she was writing. MC pushed his hand enough so she could finish writing whatever she was writing before raising her head to face him, placing the pen on the paper.

“Everything okay, Jake?”

“I called you and you didn’t answer, thought I could take a look at what you were doing.” She dropped her eyes to the tablet and seemed to realize Jake knew she was searching for something about Phil. “What are you looking for, MC?”

“I’m trying to find out what they arrested Phil for and if we have anything that could prove his innocence.” She hesitated for a few seconds, her eyes darting down to her tablet before focusing on him again. “And I actually wanna ask a favour from you. Could you give me access to Phil’s phone?”

“Why?” Jake heaved a heavy sigh out his mouth, pulling his hand closer to him and staring at her. “Why are you so worried about him?”

She closed her eyes for a few seconds, straightening her back before looking back to him. “He trusted me enough to call me for help, Jake. Not a lawyer or his sisters, me. We still don’t know for sure what his connection to Michael is or how much they actually knew each other back then, but I believe him.” MC sighed, running a hand through her hair. “I know you don’t like him and I truly appreciate the fact that you want to protect me, but there’s a reason why you trusted me to help find Hannah.” She turned fully to him, placing a hand over his, her eyes soft and caring. “But you also have to trust my intuition. We both know it’s been right when you weren’t and I truly believe Phil is innocent concerning Hannah and Amy.”

“But you don’t know the whole truth either, MC. How can you be so sure you can trust him and that you won’t be helping a murderer get out of jail?”

MC smiled sadly, her eyes dropping to their hands. “You know, a while ago, when we first started researching about the man without a face, Richy asked me to be careful and not to turn it into a bigger thing than it was and I told him that I’m looking for facts and not monsters, and I am. I won’t get Phil out of jail by my intuition only. I need proof for the police to actually let him go and for me to be right. But I also need to look for the proof, I need to go through everything I can to make sure I’m right and for my conscience to be clean about freeing him. And if we’re going for not knowing the whole truth about something or someone,” she raised her eyes to him and Jake had never seen her look so serious before, “I also don’t know the whole truth about you but that doesn’t stop me from trusting you, does it?”

Jake didn’t have an answer to that and he couldn’t take looking at her eyes and seeing the hurt there. He knew she was right; he was, indeed, hiding things from her and, even if it was to protect her, it didn’t make it any less of a lie or an omission. How could he judge someone about hiding something when he was doing exactly the same, especially to her?

“Hey,” she placed a hand under his chin and raised his head so she could look at him. “I’m not saying it to make you feel bad. I’m sure you have your reasons to be hiding things from me, even if it’s just because of your hero complex, though it doesn’t make it any easier. But I also know everyone in the group is lying about something to me, too, just like you and Phil are. No one is one hundred percent honest all the time and I can’t force anyone to be. It just doesn’t stop me from wanting to help any of them or you. None of them have given me a bad enough reason not to try to help or to trust them. Even Lilly did her best to show she’s trustworthy. I don’t see any reason why it should be any different for Phil, especially if your only excuse is not liking him. As much of a flirt as he can be, it’s not enough for us to just let him rot in prison for a crime he didn’t commit, don’t you think?”

He sighed, nodding against her hand before turning his head to rest it on her palm, her thumb caressing his cheek. “Would you believe me if I said I’m actually feeling slightly guilty of going against proving Phil’s innocence, now?”

She chuckled, leaning in to kiss his forehead. “Have you forgotten who you’re talking to? Of course I believe you.” MC’s fingers trailed over his arm, leaving goosebumps in their trail, her eyes soft as she stared at him. “Will you give me access to Phil’s phone, then?”

“That’s not fair. You know I couldn’t deny you that, MC.”

“I know you can’t but it doesn’t mean I can’t ask nicely. Me proving Phil’s innocent isn’t about choosing between him and you, Jake. Believe me, Phil may be nice and flirty, but he’s not my type. I’d rather keep insisting on this stubborn hacker I know.”

Jake chuckled, placing his hand over MC’s and turning his head so he could kiss her palm. “If he’s as stubborn as you are, I’m sure you’ll have a hard time getting through him.”

“You have no idea.” MC smiled, tilting her head. “Will you do it?”

“Of course I will, on one condition.” She sighed and muttered something Jake couldn’t make out, though he was sure it was something sarcastic. “Promise you won’t put yourself in danger over this. Or in any more danger than you already are. Freeing Phil will never be more important than keeping you safe to me.”

“I promise. I mean, if we’re both careless, who the hell is going to make sure we’re not caught?” Jake laughed and shook his head at her. MC leaned closer to him, their foreheads touching, her other hand sliding up his arm until she placed it on his shoulder. “Jake?” He hummed, not being able to look anywhere but her eyes. “Can I kiss you?”

“Not if I kiss you first.”

But MC was faster in closing the distance between them and Jake got caught in how soft her lips felt under his and in how her hands moved to wrap around his neck and play with his hair. He moved one of his to MC’s waist and the other to her cheek, wanting to pull her as close as he physically could, wanting to share the same space with her, to keep her from moving away from him.

Sadly, his lungs didn’t seem to get the memo and they soon burned and forced him to part from her. When they broke apart, Jake panted a little, letting his forehead rest against hers and keeping his eyes closed. It took a few seconds before MC talked again, “You know, making out with me won’t rid you of hacking into Phil’s phone for me.”

Jake chuckled, opening his eyes to stare at MC, and he thought he had never felt as happy as he did at that moment.

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theradioghost · 5 years ago

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random unsolicited basic, cheapo advice for home recording of audio for podcast VAs who have no experience with recording. from me, a person with some experience recording

you need muffling. not for sounds outside but for your voice, so it doesn’t sound too echoey -- that’s why people record in closets full of clothes or under a duvet. if you can get one of these type of things cheap and drape blankets over it I find that’s a pretty good, mobile little fake recording booth setup that is slightly less suffocating than a closet

(basically this is because voices echo to different degrees in different kinds of spaces, and it’s easy to add that and impossible to remove it, so you want to cancel it out as much as possible. basic is fine -- the magnus archives started under a duvet, alice isn’t dead was recorded entirely inside a closet. i’ve heard podcasters who record in a blanket fort held up by a toilet plunger. whatever works)

whatever you do it’s probably gonna get horribly warm, though, so watch for that

also try not to be hunched over too much if possible, if you’re under a blanket -- it changes the sound of your voice

have water with you. drink the water.

also eat a slice of untoasted bread or a green apple, it helps to cut down on all the little wet noises and clicking sounds that your mouth makes.

don’t have computers too close, especially laptops, the fans make too much noise. if you’re reading from a script it can be helpful to have it on a phone or tablet, or to print it out (in which case spending $15 on a cheapo music stand can also be massively useful)

if you splay out the fingers of your hand and have your pinky touching the mic and your thumb touching your lips, that’s usually a good distance for recording

have a pop filter somewhere in that space, otherwise your plosives (p and b sounds) are gonna blow out the audio. theyre pretty cheap but there’s a lot of guides online to making one from stuff you’ve probably got around the house

also really helpful with this: instead of speaking with your mouth directly facing the mic, angle just a little bit so you’re kind of speaking past it

watch your levels, which if like me you really don’t understand technical audio terms basically just means not speaking so loud so that the little waveform or moving bar doesn’t go into the red or hit the top and flatten out

record like 30 seconds of silence along with everything else, it’s really helpful for cleaning up the kind of ambient tone of the room you’re in

essentially something that i’ve heard ad naseum since I started learning the basics of audio editing, & in editing my own podcast, is that it is way way easier to do these things & get nice audio than it is to try to clean it up later. basically if you do these things then audio editors will love you, and it can make stuff recorded even on a really inexpensive mic sound a lot better

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eternalsimp · 4 years ago

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Cursed Fears

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 3096

Warnings: aged up Megumi, use of female pronouns, swearing, mentions of violence, spoilers for episodes 5 and 6, mention of character death, slight sexual themes toward the end, angst, minors dni.

The sound of the rain steadily increasing was the only sound in your apartment as you waited patiently for your boyfriend. Your laptop displayed that it was midnight as you lazily scribbled statistics solutions onto the notes app of your tablet. Once you felt you reached a stopping point you got up to find a long sleeve to stave off the cold that seeped into the apartment from the storm. Striding over to your closet to pull out something to remind you of him. As you grabbed his signature grey shirt, you were immediately hit with the soft scent of cedar-wood. It was thin and soft from years of use. It hung loosely and brought you a sort of comfort as you counted down the minutes ‘til he got home. You weren’t a sorcerer, but you were well aware of the dangers that your friends went out and faced, and the panic in the back of your mind grew louder as the hours passed since Megumi had walked out of the door.

You stifled a yawn as you finally heard the lock to your front door click open and shut. You closed your eyes and stretched your back to loosen the knots that formed from doing your homework on the living room floor. As you made your way to the door to greet your boyfriend, he was frantically kicking his shoes off and stripping himself of his jacket.

“Hey love, how was it?” you said softly while reaching for his rain-soaked torso. He flinched away from your touch, eyes wide and afraid. His blue eyes scan your confused face before he blinks slowly and takes a shuddering breath.

“Sorry, I didn’t expect you to still be up.” He pressed a quick kiss to your forehead before retreating to the bathroom. The smell of blood, dirt, and god knows what else isn’t lost on you as he tries to pass you quickly. You bend to pick his jacket off of the floor where he had tossed it in his haste, and walk to your shared bedroom to put it in the laundry basket. You open the drawers to his side of the dresser to pull out his favorite sweats and a plain white tee-shirt, before gently placing them on the bathroom counter where he is aggressively scrubbing his face.

“You’re gonna get sick if you stay in those wet clothes much longer,” you say oh so matter of factly before pushing up on your toes to kiss the corner of his jaw. Your movements take him slightly off guard, which you use to your advantage to nudge him to a sitting position on the bench next to the shower. You run a washcloth under the warm water of the sink, move to stand between his legs, and gently brush the cloth against his temple. He closes his eyes and leans into your touch. You both sit in silence as you wipe the remnants of sweat and blood off of his face and neck. You notice the way he's holding your waist, hands so light his touch is barely there. Like he’s afraid you'll break if he makes a wrong move. After you finish wiping his face and neck, you tug at the hem of his soaked shirt and he complies with your wordless command to take it off. You step back out of the bathroom to toss it into the basket with his Jujustu Tech jacket.

When you walk back in, his head is leaning against the cool wall, letting you fully take stock of the bruises and cuts adorning the top half of his body. The worst of it looks like a slight split at the corner of his bottom lip and a shallow cut above one of his brows. You stride over to him and run your fingers through his black hair. “Baby,” you crooned softly. He gave a soft hum in acknowledgment as you nuzzled your nose into the top of his head. “I love you but you smell like a sewer, can you please shower before you fall asleep?” He sticks his tongue out playfully as you back away from him so he can stand up and move towards the shower.

Though his normal stoic behavior wouldn’t concern you, you still can’t shake the terrified look on his face when he first entered the apartment. How tense he’s holding himself and the way that he’s obviously trying not to worry you. His eyes linger on your face like he’s trying to memorize every aspect of it before he drops his gaze and shakes whatever thought he had out of his head.

You settle back on the living room floor between the coffee table and the couch and turn your attention back to your college notes. You only have time to pick your stylus back up before your phone starts vibrating in your pocket. You look down and see Itadori’s name scrawled across the screen along with a picture of him smiling next to your grouchy-looking boyfriend.

“Hey Yuuji, what’s up?”

“Hey y/n, I know it's late but I just wanted to make sure Fushiguro got back okay.”

“Yeah, he’s in the shower. Do you want me to have him call you when he’s out?”

“No… I just… did he seem okay when he got back?”

You chewed on the corner of your mouth for a second, “I mean, he seemed kinda unsettled but that’s not unusual for when he comes back from your guys' missions.”

“Yeah… yeah you’re right. I don’t know, he just seemed off after everything. Never mind.”

You hear the water shut off in the other room and quirk a brow. “Yuuji you better spit it out or else I’m gonna come over there and start cutting your fingers off! What are you not telling me?”

“On that note, I gotta go. Just talk to him, okay?”

“Wait Yuuji-” the line goes dead before you can press him with more questions. You stuff your phone back into your pocket and tap your stylus on your tablet for a couple of minutes. Just talk to him. Gore and violence are nothing new to Megumi, and he isn’t easily fazed, so what would shake him so bad that even Yuuji is worried?

You’re pulled from your thoughts both literally and figuratively when you feel a pair of muscular arms lift you onto the couch behind you. You are once again settled between your boyfriend's legs as you’re pressed against his strong chest. You yelp and try to wiggle out of his grasp but his years of training with the other Jujustu Sorcerers, even after graduating, leave him with an iron grip on your hips.

“Hang on let me grab my notes,” you protest. He presses his face into your neck and whines. After a few moments of struggling against him, you manage to snatch your tablet and pen off the ground and open it to your last question. You adjust yourself so your shoulder is against his chest and you can lazily drape your legs over his thigh. He rests his cheek against the crown of your head and readjusts his arms around you so he can still hold you tightly while not blocking your view of your classwork. You scribble notes for a few more minutes before deciding that him falling asleep in this position will mean him complaining of a sore neck in the morning, what with the awkward way it's twisted to lean against you. You could feel his body getting heavier against your own. You remembered what Yuuji had told you, and in an effort to keep him awake, you decided to ask what had been nagging you since he got back home.

“Are you okay?” All you get in response is another hum from your barely awake boyfriend. You shift again and reach up to run your fingers through his still-damp hair, “‘Gumi, baby, you shouldn't fall asleep here. Let’s go to bed.” He chuckles lightly at the nickname you gave him way back when you first started dating, and how you save it for private moments like this.

“I just wanna hold you for a bit longer, I promise we’ll get up soon.” Megumi finally murmurs. You don’t miss the way his jaw clenches as you try to fix your gaze upon him. You sigh and set your tablet down before turning to straddle Megumi’s lap and force him to look at you.

“What’s wrong, you’re more distant than usual?” You rest your hands on either side of his face and turn him to look at you. He avoids eye contact and suddenly you’re looking at the guarded 16-year-old boy who refused to open up to anyone when you first met. You lean to rest your forehead against his as he focuses his gaze somewhere between your jaw and the base of your throat. “Please talk to me? What happened out there?”

Megumi struggles internally on how much to tell you. You mindlessly stroke his cheeks with your thumbs and he finds himself settling his hands back on your waist again, with the same feather-light touch that you would use with glass. Finally, you get his answer in the form of a whisper.

“I’m scared I’m gonna lose you…”

You immediately pull your head back to look at him straight on only to be met with a faraway gaze. You furrow your brows together and squeeze his face just enough to get his attention. His eyes snap to yours and you can see the tears starting to prick at the corners. “I’m not going anywhere ��Gumi.” You smile at him before pulling him closer to you and he buries his face into your neck.

“Fuck, that’s not what I meant. I’m scared I’m putting you in danger,” his voice is starting to waver, “You didn’t ask for this, any of this. I’m gone all the time, always on missions constantly putting both our lives in danger. I can’t even imagine what would happen if one of the special grades were to find out about you. It’s bad enough Sukuna knows you.” His voice cracked at the end of his sentence and you feel his chest shudder.

He wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer to him. You nudge his face away from your shoulder and see the tears he’s been holding back finally fall. The only other time you can remember him crying like this was when he thought Yuji died. You go back to stroking his face and shushing him but it's too late, the dam is broken and he can no longer hold back the sobs.

“What if I can’t protect you?” He continues to choke out his fears while you keep stroking his face lovingly and whispering soft reassurances to him that everything is going to be okay and you’re both safe. You let him cry into your chest until his strangled sobs slowly turn into soft sniffles.

“Feeling any better baby?” You gently push at his shoulders and lean him back again so you can look at him. He nods hesitantly and lets you wipe any remaining tears from under his now puffy eyes.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, I’m just tired and I guess everything kinda boiled over all at once,” he sighs. You lean down to press a soft kiss to his lips and he instantly melts into it.

“Don’t be sorry Megumi, you can talk to me about anything.” You press another kiss to his forehead and continue rubbing small circles into his jaw to loosen the tension there. After a few moments of holding each other silently, you pipe your voice up again. “Yuji called, he seemed worried. Did something happen tonight?”

You felt Megumi go stiff underneath you before quickly relaxing into your touch again. “Itadori started to lose control and Sukuna was just being a dick, per usual.” You inhale sharply and try to remove yourself from his grasp, you are gonna kill those two one of these days. As if he could read your mind Megumi quickly grabbed your wrists effectively pinning you against his chest once again. “Okay no, stop it. Nothing happened, he was just being mouthy and trying to wind me up. Obviously, it worked...”

“I don’t give a shit what Sukuna says and neither should you. If by some miracle he is able to get out of their pact, Gojo and Yuji would never let anything happen, and neither would you.” You press your forehead against his again since he still has a firm grip on your wrists to keep you from moving away from him. “I don’t care what you think, the safest place for me is right here with you. Sukuna is just bitter that he’s in a cage so he’s decided to make it everyone else's problem.” Megumi chuckles lightly again before releasing your hands and replacing his arms around your waist.

“We should go to bed, you have class in the morning.” He sighs. You crane your neck to see it’s well past 2 am, you stretch again to release the last couple of cracks in your spine and your boyfriend takes the opportunity to nip at your collarbones and make you squirm against him.

“If you stop doing that I’ll stay home with you instead, deal?” He jerks his face away from your chest and gives you the biggest puppy dog eyes you’ve ever seen.

“Are you sure? You have exams this week right?”

“There’s no point in going to a lecture if I’m just gonna fall asleep. I’ll study for my exams tomorrow after I wake up, but I’m planning on sleeping in tomorrow. Both of us need it.” He hums in agreement before trying to lift himself off the couch with you still in his arms. You gasp in surprise as you feel him wobble and stumble back into the couch cushions, tucking you into his neck with a hand to the back of your head to keep your faces from colliding.

You look at each other and let out a chorus of laughter. You shake your head before pinching his nose gently. “For someone so smart, you are so fucking dumb sometimes.” He scrunches up his face and swats your hand away as you peel yourself out of his arms and off his lap.

“You know, I’ve done it before and I was confident I could do it again. Also, I gotta keep my pretty girl on her toes.” This time it was your turn to swat his hand away as he grabbed at your thighs and rear. You rolled your eyes comically at him and moved towards the bedroom. He jumps up, throws you over his shoulder, before unceremoniously plopping you on the bed with a speed you’ve only ever seen him possess. He hovers over you as he presses his mouth against you in a rushed, teeth-clashing kiss. You push at his shoulder so he can dramatically flop on his back and open his arms expectantly.

“Give me a sec to change, I’ll be right back.” He whines like a child when you grab your pajama shorts and a tank top from the top of the dresser and stride into the bathroom. You’ve never known anyone to be as handsy as Megumi. He hates PDA and would never in a million years let strangers see through his cold, tough exterior. In the comfort of your home though, you quickly learned that he can never keep his hands to himself and they tend to wander on their own. He always wants to be touching you when you’re home together and he’ll whine and pout if he can’t. You can never find it in your heart to turn down his affection, especially on nights like this when he is feeling vulnerable and needs reassurance. Those nights are few and far between but you indulge your boyfriend in anything he needs whenever his facade starts to crack and you get glimpses of the version of him that he keeps carefully tucked away.

You pull your jeans and his sweater off and quickly throw your pajamas on. You toss your clothes into the basket from the door and find your boyfriend sprawled on your side of the bed scrolling through his phone. You poke the middle of his back and yank the blanket, covering him from the waist down, to what's supposed to be his side of the bed. His jaw drops in mock offense before he's pulling your front flush against his chest once again.

His lips latch onto yours again as he's tangling his legs with yours and threading his hands through your hair. You bring your hands under his shirt to stroke your fingertips lightly against his sides as his kisses grow needier and more urgent. One of his hands leaves your hair to grip your hips as he rolls his own into you desperately. You bring one hand to press against his chest lightly and move away from him for air.

“Baby please…” he looks like he's on the verge of begging. His heart pounds heavily under your fingers on his chest. You press a quick kiss to the tip of his nose.

“‘Gumi, you’re exhausted and very emotional right now, just go to sleep.” His bottom lip sticks out in a cute pout and you lift your hand to run your thumb over his protruding bottom lip. “I promise I will be here in the morning and we have all day tomorrow to hang out and do anything you want.”

His brows quirk up and his mouth pulls into a smirk. “Anything?” He drops his head to try and catch your lips again but you evade him.

“Anything, if you go to sleep right now and wait ‘til morning.” He scrunches his nose up and huffs pathetically before moving to tuck one arm under your head and wrap the other around your waist protectively. You nuzzle your face into his chest to breathe in the usual smell of cedar-wood and a lingering scent of rain. One of your hands is tucked under his jaw while the other slips back beneath his shirt to keep tracing patterns up and down his sides. He shivers at the featherlight touch of your fingertips but melts into the hand you have on his face.

You can feel his breath growing more rhythmic and you glance up to see his eyes fluttering shut. You press one last kiss to his jaw before murmuring a quiet “I love you” into his chest. He squeezes the arm that's around your waist to pull you impossibly closer to him before you drift to sleep.

“I love you too baby. I promise I’ll always protect you.”

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sequinsmile-x · 3 years ago

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Day-to-Day

Chapter 5: The Hotchners

Part of my Whatever Tomorrow Brings universe

Words: 5k

Warnings: sickness/hospitalisation

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MARCH 2010

She arrives home from a case to what felt like a warzone, every member of her family taken down by the flu. Aaron had sounded out of sorts on the phone when she had last spoken to him, his throat sounding scratchy, his nose blocked, but he’d waved off her concern. Assuring her that he and the kids were all fine.

That, it turned out, was a lie. A well meaning one, not wanting to panic her when she was on the other side of the country, but a lie nonetheless.

Jack had picked it up in school. The virus rolling around his high school like it had a hall pass. He was already mostly better, a lingering cough and a slight temperature that improved almost immediately when he took medication. He was grumpy when he was sick, essentially grunting at her when she got home, a wry smile on her face as she took in the scruffy looking teenager, sending him back to bed as soon as she saw him.

She sent Aaron to shower, the sweat on his clammy forehead clear across the room, as she handled the kids. He tried to argue with her, saying that it was unfair for her to come back home from a long flight to this disaster, but she had shut him up with an arched eyebrow.

He went upstairs without further argument.

Theo was clingy, as he always had been when he was sick. The 7 year old pressed himself up against her in his bed, his sweaty skin against her as she read him a story, sitting with him until he was asleep. She slipped out of his room, as quiet as she possibly could. Amelia cried on cue from her room as soon as Emily was in the hallway.

Out of all of them Ameila was the easiest. The toddler was content to take the baby tylenol Emily offered her before she fell asleep again in her arms.

Emily knew that her biggest challenge would be her husband. Second only to her in pretending he was ok when he wasn’t. It didn’t surprise her when he refused the medication she held out for him, already removed from the packet in their medicine cabinet.

“Ameila took her medicine without fussing.” Emily complains, her eyebrow raised at her husband as she perches on the bed next to him.

“Ameila is 14 months old, Emily.” He grumbles, ignoring the way his head throbs as he sniffs to try and clear his nose. “She’ll put anything in her mouth.”

“If you don’t take the damn meds, I can name one thing that isn’t going near my mouth anytime soon.” She says, staring at him, hand out with the flu meds in her palm, as if she was daring him to argue with her.

He stares back at her, his face blank before he looks at her hand and takes the tablets from her, swallowing them quickly.

“Good boy.” She teases, smirking when he glares at her. She kisses his forehead before climbing into bed properly next to him. “I swear you are worse than our actual children.”

“Are they all ok?” He rasps, his throat raw from the ragged coughs that had torn through him the last few days.

“They’re all fine, baby.” She says, pulling him to her chest, frowning when she feels the heat of his forehead against her skin. “Jack’s through the worst of it. Theo and Amelia will be better in a couple of days.”

“I think they just needed their mom.” He mumbles against her. It makes her flush, her love for him and their children spreading through her.

“Yeah?”

He hums against her. “Us Hotchners need you.”

Emily kisses the top of his head, her nails scratching through his hair.

“Good. Because I need all of you too.” _____________________

FEBRUARY 2016

She wakes up one morning, the day before their wedding anniversary, feeling slightly off. An ache in her stomach that didn’t feel too dissimilar to period cramps, and bloating that was uncomfortable when she sat up in her empty bed. She ignores it at first, wondering if she had eaten something the day before that could have caused it, a late night in the office meaning a trip home via Taco Bell for dinner.

Emily makes her way downstairs to the chaos of a typical morning in the Hotchner household. Theo and Amelia were sitting next to each other in silence, the little girl watching something on an iPad as she ate breakfast, both of them having inherited her hatred for early mornings. Her husband was watching them with a bemused look on his face as he waited for the coffee pot to fill. He looks up as she walks in, a fond smile on his face that always took her back to when they were first dating. That feeling of affection had never faded, and had now morphed into something entirely different. Something safe and warm, the thing she called home.

“Morning, sweetheart.” He says, leaning down when she joins him at the counter to stamp a quick kiss on her lips. “Coffee?”

Emily smiles as she pulls away, a groan of disgust from her 14 year old son, Amelia quietly sitting next to him with Aaron’s tablet and a pair of headphones on, watching an episode of her favourite show.

“I don’t know what you are complaining about.” She says, rounding the counter to press a kiss to Amelia’s forehead and wrap an arm around Theo. “You only exist because me and your dad love each other.”

“Oh gross, Mom.” Theo says, dropping his spoon back into his cereal bowl. “It’s too early for this.”

“What?” She says, a mischievous glint in her eye. The discomfort she had woken up with was temporarily forgotten as she made sure Amelia couldn’t hear her as she teased her son. “You were made with love.”

“Technically I was made in a petri dish.”

Emily turns to raise an eyebrow at Aaron as he chokes out a laugh, almost spitting his coffee out in the process. He smiles apologetically before handing her the mug meant for her, empty splenda packets on the counter.

She takes a sip, only for it to immediately turn her stomach. She places the mug down before putting a hand on Amelia and Theo’s shoulders, the former taking off her headphones and turning to her mother.

“You two better go get ready for school, ok?”

“Do you want me to make you anything before I go?” Aaron asks as the kids leave the kitchen, stepping around the counter to put his arm around her. A moment alone in their circus of a life.

“No thanks, I’m not really hungry this morning.”

“You ok? It’s not like you to not eat breakfast.” He asks, concern colouring his expression, eyebrows furrowing in a way that makes a crease appear in the middle of his forehead. Her thumb automatically comes up to soothe it.

“I’m fine.” She replies, kissing him quickly before he can question her further. “You’d better go get changed so you can get the kids to school.”

He looks like he wants to push it, clearly not believing her, but he nods instead, pressing a kiss to her lips quickly before making it up the stairs to get ready for the day. Once he was out of sight she dumps her coffee down the sink, turning to the tea kettle to switch it on before searching for the peppermint tea bags she hopes will help her stomach. ____________________

The day drags on, and she feels progressively worse as time stretches out. Minutes and hours blurring until she feels like she has been sitting in her office for far too long. By the time she gets home her stomach hurts, and she’s sure she’s coming down with something.

She hates when she's sick. Not just for the obvious reasons, the frustration that came with being unwell. The aches and pains, the exhaustion. But her family couldn’t handle it. Aaron always treated her like glass. Like something that could shatter in his hands if he wasn’t careful enough. Jack would always look so worried. The memories of watching his mother get progressively sicker, of sitting with her as she died, haunting him. Coming right back to the forefront the second Emily did something as small as cough. It was a fear he had passed on to his siblings, Theo and Ameila always looking at her like she could disappear at any second.

Conversations about Haley were not unusual in their house, the traditions they had to keep her memory alive for Jack, who had now lived much longer without her than the time he had with her. It was nice, something Emily was pleased she could do for her eldest, the son she loved just as fiercely as the ones she had carried herself.

When she gets home she covers the pain she’s in, a white lie on her tongue about grabbing something to eat with the team before she left the office. She looks tired, the fluorescent lighting in the bathroom at work not letting her forget that for a second, so she uses that as an excuse to duck out of the evening early. She heads to bed alone, leaving her family to watch a movie of Amelia’s choosing. A kiss pressed to her children’s heads and a quick one to her husband's lips.

She wakes an undetermined amount of time later to Aaron slipping into bed with her, his arms looping around her. The warmth of his hands a balm to her aching stomach.

“Are you sure you’re ok, love?” He asks, his voice a whisper as he kisses her temple.

“I’m fine.” She says, hoping she would be by morning. “Tired.”

“Well, you’d better get back to sleep then. Conserve your energy for tomorrow.” He says, his smile pressed into her hair.

She hums. “Tomorrow?” She jokes, voice thick as she starts to fall back to sleep. “What’s tomorrow again?”

“Our wedding anniversary.” He says, pulling her closer, and she’s glad it's dark so he misses the wince on her face at the pressure on her stomach. “As you well know.”

“Oh yeah.” She replies, still teasing him. “Now I remember.”

“Go to sleep, Em.” He says, kissing her temple again before settling down on his pillow.

“Love you.” She murmurs, falling asleep before she hears his response. _____________________

He briefly woke her up when he got out of bed. A cup of coffee that remained untouched on her bedside table and a kiss to her forehead as he wished her a happy anniversary. He explained that he was going to finish marking some papers for work so she could have his undivided attention for the rest of the day, and implored her to continue sleeping.

When she wakes up an hour later the pain is worse, the right side of her body tense with it, coursing from her belly button to what felt like her entire body. She bolts out of bed, just making it to the bathroom before she throws up, the heaving making everything hurt more. Her body burning with it.

“Mommy?”

She turns to see Amelia at the door, still in her pajamas. Her hair is a mess from sleeping, neat braids that Aaron had done for her the night before askew.

“Hi sweetie.” She says, trying to act nonchalant. As if her daughter hadn’t just caught her throwing up. “Were you in Mommy’s bed?”

Amelia nods. “Are you sick? I’ll get Daddy”

“No, I’m ok.” She replies, smiling at her. “Don’t worry your daddy.” Amelia looks unsure, her expression matching Aaron’s when he didn’t believe whatever Emily was saying. “You head down and I’ll be downstairs in a minute ok?”

“Ok.” Amelia stares at her for another second before nodding again, turning and walking out of the room.

As soon as she was alone Emily slumped back over the toilet, breathing out slowly as she tried to relieve some of the pain she was in. _____________________

Aaron was stressed. More papers and finals to mark than he can count, and the thought of how this was meant to be less work than the bureau itching at the back of his mind.

“Daddy?”

Aaron looks up to see Amelia at his office door, the 7 year old standing there with her head tilted at him in curiosity. He tries not to sigh, he really does, but he desperately wants this work finished so he can celebrate his wedding anniversary with his wife as planned.

“Amelia, sweetheart, Daddy is busy right now.”

“Mommy’s sick.” She says matter of factly, her eyebrows furrowed in a way he knew she had picked up from him. “She said not to tell you.”

“What do you mean she’s sick, honey?” He asks as he tries to keep his voice even, not wanting to alarm his little girl.

“She was in the bathroom. She was being sick.”

Aaron stands up from his desk and walks over to her, kneeling down to her level and pulling her into a hug, concern radiating off of her.

“I’ll go check on Mommy, ok?” He says as he hugs her. “You go get changed, and make sure Theo is up and dressed too ok?”

The idea of being able to wake her brother up, something she usually wasn’t allowed to do on a Saturday, makes delight flood her face. Her mischievous smile is the same Emily’s, the one he fell in love with across the foyer of Elizabeth’s house all those years ago.

“Ok!” She says, skipping off, shouting her brother's name at the top of her voice.

Aaron groans as he stands, a little too old to kneel down these days, and he heads towards the master bedroom. The light in the bedroom is off, sunlight filtering into the room through the slit in the curtains. The ensuite light is on with the door wide open. He walks in to find Emily still in her pajamas, made of sweatpants and one of his old t-shirts. She was sitting on the floor, leaning on the wall next to the toilet, her arms clutching her abdomen.

“Em, sweetheart?” He ignores the way his knees protest when they meet the floor again, by her side before he has even registered what had happened.

“Aaron, I’m fine.”

“Baby, you clearly aren’t.” He says, pushing hair back from her face and grimacing at the temperature of her skin. Her forehead is on fire beneath his hand, and she sighs with relief at the coolness of his palm against her skin. He watches as she shifts on the bathroom floor, unable to hold back the groan of pain. “I think we should go to the hospital.”

“No, no hospital I’ll be ok.”

“Emily, I’m not arguing with you about this. I’m taking you.”

“But it’s our wedding anniversary.” Emily says. “We have plans. 20 years, Aaron.” She says as if he doesn’t know, as if he hasn’t felt grateful for every single second. “It’s a big deal.” She tries, and fails, to hide another grimace from him as she barely moves her body, the tiniest movement clearly causing pain to flare through her abdomen. “We can’t get a refund on the hotel.”

He smiles at her, affection for her for her blooming in his chest. Somehow more in love with her now than he was when they got married 20 years before, everything that they have lived through since forging them together. An unbreakable bond that he knew he couldn’t live without, the brief taste he got of life without her all those years ago when Foyet was after them still bitter on his tongue.

“Sweetheart, we’ve had 19 other anniversaries. We’ll have plenty more. Right now I’m more worried about you than I am about dinner reservations and a non-refundable hotel suite.” He cups her cheek, her skin hot against his palm. “Please let me take you to the hospital. Even if it’s just to prove me wrong.”

She narrows her eyes slightly, staring him down for a moment until she sighs. “Well played.”

“I have been with you for a long time, love. I know how to convince you to do something.” He says as he stands, trying to figure out how to get her up without causing her significant pain.

“Nice to know you’ve spent the last several years manipulating me, Hotchner.” She jokes, offering him her hand and nodding, her body going tense at the thought of being lifted from the floor.

“Like you don’t do the exact same thing.” He says, an eyebrow raised as he takes her hands and nods at her as he lifts her to her feet. She groans in pain, leaning against him as if she can’t bear to stand up straight. She breathes slowly against him, her forehead pressing into his chest as she tries to ground herself.

“Maybe the hospital isn’t such a bad idea.” She says, her voice thick with pain. “Just to check.”

“Great call, Em.” _____________________

Emily can feel the nervous energy rolling off of her husband and children. The journey to the hospital had been rough, every bump to the car causing agony to roll through her body. Pain lancing through her that made her want to throw up again. Aaron kept glancing at her as he drove, his hand grasping hers tightly over the centre console.

Theo and Amelia were silent in the back of the car. They usually argued over what music they would play, both taking one of their parents' phones and switching playlists as they let one song barely finish. Emily catches Theo’s eyes in the rear view mirror and smiles at him. He smiles back, but she sees it tremble and for a second she thinks it hurts more than her stomach does.

“Mommy, are you ok?” Amelia asks quietly, her sweet voice sounding loud in the quiet car.

Emily turns the best she can, the movement stilted. “I’m ok, sweetie.”

“Then why are we going to the hospital?” Theo asks, an edge to his voice. His first instinct when he was concerned was to put his defences up, something that neither Aaron or Emily could deny he got from both of them.

“The doctors just need to check her out, that's all.” Aaron says, throwing Theo a look in the rear view mirror. The 14 year old concedes, a quick look at his younger sister as he sighs, the look on Amelia’s face makes her fear clear even for him.

“Hey, Mills.” Theo says, digging his cell phone out of his pocket and unlocking it, handing it to her. “Why don’t you pick a song?”

Her face lights up as she takes his phone, looking through the music available until she makes her selection.

Theo manages to suppress his sigh as ‘Can’t Stop the Feeling’ by Justin Timberlake flooded the car. _____________________

Appendicitis.

She groans when the doctor tells her, her head already swimming with the pain killers they had given her. A slight disconnect to what was going on around her as she was told she would imminently need surgery, her appendix close to bursting because she had ignored it for so long.

“Can I see my family first?” She asks, her main concern being her husband and her children, wanting to reassure them she was ok before she was taken to the operating room.

“Of course you can, Mrs Hotchner.” The doctor says, a kind smile on her face. “Your husband has practically worn a hole in the waiting room floor from all of his pacing.”

Emily laughs, before grimacing at the pain it causes. “That sounds about right.”

“I’ll send them right in for you, but we can’t wait too long before we send you down.”

Emily nods in response, a grateful smile on her face as the doctor walks away. It feels like her eyes have only been closed for a second when the door opens again. She looks towards it to see her husband standing there with Theo and Amelia, Jack now with them too. She feels bad, knowing he’s meant to be studying right now, his last semester of pre-med disappearing fast.

“Hi guys.” She says, hoping she doesn’t sound as rough as she feels. “Hi sweetheart.” Aaron says, walking over and holding her hand. The others stay by the door, all looking worried. “How are you feeling?”

“Ok.” She replies, smiling when he raises an eyebrow at her in disbelief. “They gave me something for the pain.”

He smirks at her kissing her before leaning forward to whisper in her ear. “You haven’t been telling any of the nurses about me again have you?” He asks, remembering when she had her tonsils removed years ago. The moment that had made him finally propose to her.

“I always brag about you.” She replies as an attempted wink turns into a blink. She looks past him to her children. “Are you guys going to come over and hug me?”

Theo is the first to move, walking over to the bed quickly, taking Aaron’s place as he steps back on her left side and hugging her.

“Jack says it’s a really simple surgery.” He murmurs, sounding as if that news hadn’t calmed him down at all. She can feel his chin quiver against her through the thin hospital gown and her heart constricts. She winces as she holds him tighter and kisses the top of his head.

“Jack’s right.” She says, looking over at her oldest and smiling at him. “The doctor said I’ll feel so much better once they’ve done it.”

Theo holds her for a few more seconds before letting go, wiping tears from his face subtly before standing next to Aaron.

Jack comes over next, holding her more gently than Theo had, a little more aware of the pain she must be in. She kisses the top of his head also, and wonders where the years have gone. How the 9 year old she had met was now just one month shy of his 23rd birthday.

When Jack steps back she sees Amelia is still standing by the door, her body practically vibrating with the emotion she was trying to hold back. Her eyes wet with tears and her chin wobbling as she tries not to cy. Emily wonders what Aaron said to her in the waiting room, how the boys might have tried to keep the little girl's mind off of her mother being sick.

“Millie, sweet girl. Come over here.”

It’s the only invitation the girl needs, before she's bounding across the room. Aaron catches her, clearly worried she’s going to hit the bed at a force that would hurt Emily. He rests her on his hip even though she's slightly too old for it, and he sits on the edge of the bed himself, helping Amelia lean down and hug her mother.

There’s a small knock on the door, Emily’s doctor letting herself into the room.

“I’m really sorry, Mrs Hotchner but we should take you down.”

Emily nods at her before turning to Amelia again, the little girl wrapping her arms tightly around her neck. “I’ll see you in a little while ok, baby? Emily says kissing Amelia’s cheek before Aaron pulls her back, standing with their little girl in his arms. He turns to Jack.

“Can you take her?” He asks, handing Amelia over to his eldest son, tilting his head towards the door. Silently telling his son he wanted a moment alone with his wife.

“Come on, let's give Mom and Dad a minute.”

Emily exchanges I love you’s with her children, keeping a reassuring smile on her face the whole time, only letting it slip ever so slightly when they were no longer in view. She turns to look at her husband, and she sighs when she sees the worry on his face.

“I’ll be fine, honey.” She cups his face, the IV delivering painkillers into the back of her arm pulling. “I’ll be home and demand you bring me ice cream in bed before you know it.”

The door opens again and the porters are ready to take her down to surgery. Emily looks back at her husband.

“I love you.” She says, smiling at him before she kisses him.

“I love you too, I’ll be here when you wake up.” _____________________

The first thing Emily is aware of when she wakes up is soft murmuring, the sound of her husband's voice. He’s talking quietly, but after so many years together she’s regonise his voice anywhere. She blearily opens her eyes and blinks against the harshness of the fluorescent lighting.

“Oh, she’s awake.” Aaron says, his voice still quiet. “I’d better go.” She looks over at him and he smiles, ending the call on his cell phone before putting it in his pocket. He stands, making his way over to her bed and holding her hand. “How are you feeling?”

She takes stock of how she feels. She’s in less pain than she was before, the agony in her abdomen dulled in comparison to that same morning.

“Sore. But better.” She answers, smiling up at him as he smoothes hair out of her face. “Where are the kids?”

“The boys took Amelia to the canteen.” He answers, reaching back to pull his chair closer to her bed, sitting down but keeping her hand in his. “Why didn’t you tell me you felt like crap, Em?”

She sighs. “I didn’t want you to worry.” She strokes her thumb over the back of his hand. “You all always worry so much.”

“And our 7 year old finding you on the bathroom floor is the better option?” He asks, an eyebrow raised, his voice free of judgement.

“Admittedly I didn’t think that far ahead.” She admits, a slight flush to her face. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologise, love.” He says, squeezing her hand. “Just tell me next time.”

“Well, my appendix is gone now so it’s not like it can almost burst again.” She replies, a sly smile on her face.

The door to her room opens and the kids are there, Jack with two coffee cups in hand, Theo holding a soda can and Amelia a juice box.

“Mommy!” Amelia exclaims as makes a beeline for her bed, already climbing on before Aaron can stop her.

“Amelia, be careful of Mommy, ok?”

“She’s fine, Aaron.” Emily says, a warm smile on her face as she looks at their daughter. “Come sit on this side honey.” She directs Amelia to her left side, and Aaron helps get her into position. The little girl snuggling tightly into her mothers side, burying her face into her neck. Emily throws Aaron a look, her eyebrows knitting together as she takes in her daughters slightly uncharacteristic clinginess. Aaron shakes his head slightly, a silent promise he would tell her later.

Emily can see the way her sons visibly relax as they sit in the empty seats next to Aaron.

“Are you feeling better, Mom? Jack asks as he passes Aaron his coffee.

“Yes, sweetie. I’m feeling much better.”

They sit and discuss everything and nothing, her children making her laugh until it hurts, Aaron making them stop. Worried she was going to pop a stitch. When he notices her getting tired, too many yawns in a row to ignore, he asks Jack to take Theo and Amelia home, the plan always having been for him to stay at the house that night anyway. He’d promised to look after them whilst Emily and Aaron were meant to be out for their anniversary.

When they are alone he settles on the edge of her bed, his hand trailing through her hair.

“Is Amelia ok?” She asks, exhaustion making her voice crack.

“She’s ok. She was worried about you, she brought up Haley.”

It’s the closest Emily has come to crying all day. The thought of her daughter worrying about her in that way made her heart tighten in her chest. Aaron shushes her immediately, soothing words as he kisses her forehead.

“She’s fine, Em.” He assures her. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m ok.”

“You’ve said that so many times today it’s lost all meaning.” He laughs, his thumb running over her cheekbone, her eyes drifting shut. He feels her resist it, the way she tries to shake herself awake to look at him. “Take a nap, Em.” He continues to gently stroke her cheek until she drifts off.

When she wakes up, he’s made a picnic for her out of food from the canteen and what the nurses have given him. More types of jello and pudding than she realised were available on the table over her bed.

“What's all of this?” She croaks, wincing as she sits up in bed slightly.

“Our anniversary dinner.” Aaron answers, a sheepish smile on his face.

Emily smiles brightly at him, the same smile that always made his heart feel like it came to a stop in his chest. “You’re sweet.”

They eat jello in companionable silence, gently squeezed together in her hospital bed.

“Strangely, I don’t think this is the worst anniversary we’ve ever had.” She says as she spoons the last of her strawberry jello into her mouth.

“No?” He asks, tilting his head to look at her. “Which one was worse than you having emergency surgery?”

“Remember when Mother made us go to that benefit on our first anniversary? That was worse.”

Aaron laughs, loud enough that it makes a nurse from the station outside of Emily’s room look at him. He waves an apology and Emily leans on him.

“I remember.” He says, taking the empty jello pot out of her hand. He links their fingers. “You don’t have to do what you did today, you know?”

“I don’t have to do what?”

“Make the rest of us feel better when you’re sick.”

“Of course I do. You’re my family.” She says, dismissing his point immediately, smiling as he kisses her temple.

“I love you.” He says, knowing there is nothing else he can say in reply. Another argument between them he would never win.

“I love you too.”

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bratkook · 4 years ago

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one chance. (m) knj. teaser.

pairing. flash!namjoon x reader genre. fluff, angst, smut, superhero!au word count. approx 20k warnings. light hearted, some fighting (not graphic), mentions of character death (also not graphic...or permanent), mutual pining, namjoon is an adorably sweet dork !! smut: tbd as i write! but ofc filthy summary. namjoon knows he only has one chance to go back and make things right, but is he prepared to live with the potential consequences that his actions could cause? note. this was going to be part of a bts super hero collab that fell through (& i hope the author’s involved still post their fics) i’m about halfway through writing it and hope this will give me the motivation to finish it lmao. i might do a tag list if anyone is interested?? lmk muah.

The searing pain is felt before Namjoon even hits the floor, shooting down his fingertips when he attempts to move them, making his shoulder ache with each breath he takes. The plastic drums he had just collided into—an impact at a speed they weren’t designed to withhold—lay tattered in bits and chunks all around him, cold water that would typically be held inside them now spilled out and soaking into his suit.

A hiss escapes his lips as he remains on the wet floor, already hearing the rushing footsteps approaching him. “It’s broken!” he shouts out, wincing when he once again attempts to move his arm. “Why isn’t it healing if it’s broken?”

When you and Hoseok finally reach him, you breathe a sigh of relief. From the absolute chaos his crash had caused, you were expecting to see him a lot more battered and bruised. Instead he lay on his side, hand gently cradling his aching shoulder with a grimace on his face.

“Holy shit, that was awesome.” Hoseok barely spares a glance at Namjoon, overstepping him to assess the damage caused, tapping away at the screen of his tablet as he does so, checking the speed data he had captured.

“You told me these would hold,” Namjoon grumbles, foot kicking a nearby scrap of plastic, another groan leaving him when his shoulder throbs.

“That was just a guess.” Hoseok brushes him off, continuing to type away as he circles the crash scene. He only approaches Namjoon to pluck the Go-pro off his head, pocketing it with a sheepish smile on his face.

With a subtle eye roll, you’re crouching down to meet Namjoon’s body, hands gently reaching out to see what the problem was. He lets his hand fall from it’s protective position, eyes squeezing shut as he waits for the burst of pain to come, jaw clenching when your fingers press along his shoulder, clearly feeling the way it had popped out of place.

“It’s not healing because it’s not broken.” Namjoon finally opens his eyes now, peering up at you and gulping when he realizes just how close you are. He can clearly see the worry in your eyes as you try to see just how bad it is, a crease between your brows that he wants to rub out with the pad of his thumb, small frown on your lips that only makes him feel worse for going against your warning of this being a bad idea.

A small huff spills from your lips once you realize you won’t be able to help him until you’re back at the lab without this suit—a suit that Hoseok calls his pride and joy—covering him up. “It’s dislocated. You probably tore some ligaments and tendons, but those will heal up just fine once we pop it back into place.”

“Wait, is that gonna hurt?” he whines out, huffing out the strands of his brown hair that had fallen over his face and gasping in pain when you purposely prod at the swollen joint with a small glare.

“I’ll make sure it does so you remember to never go against my warnings.”

“Oh god, you’re doing this on purpose!” Namjoon yells, sat on the cold chair, knees pulled up as he braces for the pain.

“I told you I was,” you smirk, extending his arm out, hands placed against his palm with the other on his trap muscle to get a good grip. The loose threads of his suit tickle his skin, a product of you cutting the fabric to double check that the only thing wrong was in fact his dislocated shoulder.

Did you actually have to cut it? No. This was just your childish way of getting back at Hoseok for convincing Namjoon to do this.

The grimace never leaves his face as you stretch the limb out, twisting it slowly to the right angle before pulling back with a slight pop once it settles back into its rightful spot.

He feels the relief instantly, tense muscles relaxing as he sags back into the chair, face no longer contorted in pain when you gently lower his arm. Namjoon swears he’s never felt better, already able to lift his arms as if nothing ever happened, the torn tendons quickly repaired and back to normal thanks to his regenerative ability.

“Good to go. If you pop it out of place again you’re gonna have to do it yourself.”

“Yeah right. I’ll just have Hoseok do it for me.”

Right on cue, a crash sounds out behind you, followed by a shout and an apology as Hoseok picks up whatever gadget he was currently working on.

“You sure about that?” you question with a smug smile, crossing your arms under your chest as you step back. As smart and helpful as Hoseok was, his mind was far too focused on the technology surrounding him. If Namjoon seriously injured himself, the only person who would know what to do, was you.

He knew this, and sometimes he liked that fact, not opposed to the way you’d constantly worry about him—totally choosing to ignore the reason why you did so was because it was your job. That tiny factor in the equation was tucked into the back of his mind. His small crush was innocent, and if looking forward to seeing what color lipstick you’d wear that day helped him deal with getting poked, questioned, and forced to run on a treadmill to document his speed, then that's fine by him.

“I won’t dislocate my shoulder again. I promise.”

Something about the smile on his face does nothing to ease your worry, and as Hoseok emerges from his room with a giddy laugh, you feel the need to pry.

“What the hell were you trying to do anyway?”

“I think we’re close!” Hoseok announces, your question being brushed aside as he thrusts his tablet into Namjoon’s now fully mobile arms. The only thing lighting up the screen is a skew of numbers along with a diagram and some fancy looking animated figure that slightly resembled himself. It meant nothing to Namjoon so he doesn’t bother trying to decipher it, looking back up at Hoseok with a confused expression.

“I don’t think me making those plastic drums explode got us any closer.” A small shiver courses through him as he recalls the pain from his shoulder once more.

“Oh yeah, that was pointless. But I think I figured out another way.” Hoseok grabs the tablet once more, tapping a few more times before another animation fills the screen. Peering over his shoulder you spot what it is, a golden animation of what looks to be a treadmill, swirls flowing on either side of them that you believe to represent wind.

“Another way for what?” You question again, not liking the sly look on Hoseok’s face.

“Time travel.” He says it so casually, not even sparing you a glance as he flips the tablet over to show Namjoon.

That wasn’t what you were expecting. When you had walked in on Hoseok pitching the idea to Namjoon, wanting to document his full speed, push it further to see what more he was capable of, you thought it was just to gather information to help when it came to figuring out a plan of action the next time a meta-human decided to torment the city.

“Time travel?” you repeat, a displeased look on your face that Namjoon spots instantly. The small wrinkle between your brows is back and he can’t even allow himself to find it adorable because the small glare you were giving Hoseok changes course and stares directly at him.

“Yeah,” he quietly admits, pressing his lips together gently. His saving grace comes in the form of his phone ringing loudly, cutting through the tense silence and making him jolt in his seat, hands fumbling for the device.

He has never been more thankful to get a call from work, your scolding being directed at Hoseok now, but Namjoon can hear it through his current conversation. The worried tone in your voice is clear as you question Hoseok’s sanity, stating how dangerous time travel could be in the grand scheme of things. Hoseok can only stumble over his words, flustered at being on the receiving end of your lecture.

Namjoon ends the phone call right on time to hear you shout, “Are you trying to start World War three?!”

“I gotta go…” he whispers, slowly sliding off the chair trying to be as quiet as possible, hoping he wouldn’t be detected. But before he can flash out of there, you’re looking at him again.

“Not so fast.” He freezes instantly, hands lifted up in front of him. “We’re not done talking about this—“

“I know, but I gotta go. I do have an actual job after all.”

Hoseok glares at Namjoon, “So you’re gonna leave me here to get yelled at...alone?”

Namjoon gives him a guilty smile, shrugging and mumbling out a quick apology before bolting out of there—literally. Your hair flows up at the speed, Hoseok’s shirt flapping wildly, and nearby documents scatter around from the gust of air he had caused. The only thing left behind is the red suit draped across the chair he had been sitting on, flashing out of it and into his regular clothes before leaving to work.

“What was the Gopro for?” you question. As much as you didn’t like the idea of time travel, you were slightly curious about the entire situation.

“Just thought it’d be sick to film it. Like imagine if it actually works and we have solid proof?” Hoseok’s eyes glimmer at the prospect of it all, tapping at the screen to replay the footage captured earlier. The two of you have front row seats of Namjoon’s earlier crash, and seeing the chaos along with hearing Namjoon’s grunts of pain a second time makes you glare at Hoseok once again.

You reach forward and grab the discarded red suit from the chair, balling it up and tossing it at Hoseok’s face. “Patch it up. I had to rip the sleeve to properly see his shoulder.”

He whines loudly as he peels the material off of his face, fingers clutching the precious suit and gasping when he spots the torn area. “You monster!”

#namjoon fluff #namjoon angst #namjoon smut #bts fics #new #teaser

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pascalpanic · 4 years ago

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Here for the sentence starters!! "I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater" and "I’m so in love with her/him, I don’t know what do do." Feel free to do both or either or whatever you prefer with either of the Marcuses! I'm in such a fluffy mood rn and these will make my day :)) (PS I adore you and I hope you have a good day xx)

Making Moves (Marcus Moreno x f!Reader)

Summary: Your neighborhood superhero, Marcus Moreno, is being nagged by his daughter to find love. Lucky for him, just the right woman moves in down the street.

W/C: 2.7k

Warnings: language, brief talks of death (just to refer to Marcus’s wife who passed away), brief mentions of sexual stuff. it’s tame.

A/N: THIS WAS SO FUN. I love some good Marcus Moreno. He’s such a cutie and these prompts made it so fun! You can still send me prompts from this list with a character, just mind the taken ones! p.s. my emotional support Brit @maxlordsgf see how I used patio/backyard??

The Moreno household was cozy. You wondered if it was Marcus who’d decorated the beautiful home, or if his late wife. You supposed it didn’t matter. You would’ve liked the former Mrs. Moreno, if Marcus could love her like he did.

He lived a few houses down from you. You’d moved in a couple of months ago, into the nice Craftsman style home you currently rented. The best thing about the house was the beautiful front porch, which exposed the lovely suburban neighborhood. The porch had come with a swing, and you’d decided that it’d have to be your new morning coffee spot. After all, this is California, where the sun was plentiful and the air was just cold enough to be refreshing in the mornings.

The time that you drank your coffee on the porch also happened to be the time that your neighborhood Heroic, Marcus, went for his morning runs. He’d been excited to see that the house was sold, and Missy was too. They planned on bringing over some sweets once you were settled. Several weeks after the sold sign went up, he saw you for the first time.

You looked like an angel, he thought. You wore a fuzzy robe with patterned capri pajama pants peeking from beneath it. Your glasses rested on the bridge of your nose, slightly fogged from the steam of your coffee. You sat on your porch swing, knees pulled to your chest, reading from your tablet. He was immediately caught off-guard. Your new home was at the beginning of his running path, but his breath was already gone from his lungs from your beauty.

Pushing his own glasses up his nose, he gave you a little wave as you looked up. You’d smiled at him, a grin with your teeth visible. The man was handsome, you’d noticed. Dark hair, a little scruff, eyes that scrunched when he smiled at you. He was fit, too, his muscles evident beneath his tight t-shirt and running shorts. He kept running, unsure what he could say to you.

Marcus returned home some thirty minutes later to find Missy awake. “Hey, the new neighbor moved in,” he told her as he walked to the counter, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

“Ooh, tell me all about them.”

“Well, we didn’t talk. I still don’t know if it’s a family or anything,” he admitted. “But there was a woman sitting on the porch.”

Missy’s eyes lit up. “How old?”

Marcus shook his head. “I don’t know, muñeca,” he told her and kissed her head as he walked past her to sit at the table.

“Old enough to date?” she asked, raising an eyebrow and stuffing her mouth full of cereal.��“Did she seem single?”

“Stay out of it,” he teased her and poked her forehead, right between the eyes.

She flinched back a bit but laughed. “Dad, come on.”

He shook his head. “We can bring over a housewarming gift tonight, huh? Then we can see.” -

Well, it turned out that night was too busy to do so for the Morenos.

You saw him the next morning as he ran past again. You wore different pajamas but sat in the same position. You’d waved back.

That’s how the next couple mornings went for the two of you. Every day, Marcus could swear you looked prettier. With you looking like that in your pajamas, he couldn’t imagine how beautiful you’d be at any other time.

Finally, Friday night, he and Missy put on some music and got to baking.

“What does she look like?” Missy asked curiously as she cracked an egg into the bowl- she’d learned the hard way that her father was not to be trusted with egg duty.

Marcus described you to his daughter, his eyes far off and a small smile on his face. “She’s very pretty.”

“Well, duh. You’re simping over her, of course she is.”

“What’s a simp?” He’d asked, brow furrowing.

The knock came an hour or two later. You’d gotten home from work an hour or so earlier, so you were in relaxed clothing, the remnants of your makeup on your face.

Behind the door stood the handsome runner you saw every morning, and a miniature, carbon-copied version of him with longer hair and more feminine features. “Hi! We’re the Morenos. We live in the blue house down the street. I’m Missy, and this is my dad, Marcus,” she introduced herself cheerfully. She held a tray of brownies. He held a bouquet.

“We just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood,” the man- Marcus- says with a warm smile on his face.

“Oh, thank you!” You grinned and took the tray Missy held out. “Well, come in, please,” you invite them. “Do you drink, Marcus? I was just having some wine. Oh, and Missy, I have some soda if you’d like that.”

The three of you sat in your half-constructed living room for a while and chatted. You learned about the former Mrs. Moreno and how she’d passed a few years ago. You shared that you were living alone and single, due to a bad breakup that led you to move here. The two were good company, you learned quickly, bantering back and forth more like siblings than a father and daughter.

As they stood up to leave, you apologized for the mess. “Sorry. I’ve been trying to hook up my TV lately, and I haven’t done anything else yet. I want to get the TV up first, but I’m practically useless with electronic stuff,” you admitted with a chuckle.

“Oh, Dad is great with electronics,” Missy told you with a grin.

“Not great. Competent would be a better word,” he chuckled. “I could help you set it up, if you’d like that.”

“I would, if it’s not too much trouble.”

“No trouble at all. Here, we can exchange numbers, you can text me when you’d like me to come over,” he offered and pulled out his phone.

“Sure,” you said and told him your number, which he enters into his phone and sends you a text. “Perfect,” you nodded and saved his phone number. “I’ll see you two soon, hopefully.”

They said goodbye and you heard Missy giggling as the door shut behind him. It’s muffled, but you thought you can hear Missy anyway: “That was smooth, Dad!”

That was months ago now. You’d developed a relationship with the both of them, visiting each others’ houses often for dinner or just to chat.

When summer rolled around, Missy invited you over for days at their pool. You two had enjoyed yourselves, Marcus playing the role of your butler for the day, serving you mocktails and teasing his daughter. It became a common occurrence during the summer. You even had a reverse day on Marcus’s birthday (July 12th) where Missy served the two of you. It was almost like a date. That was the day you both realized you’d fallen hard for the other.

As much as you spent time with Marcus, the girl positively adored you, and always sent you texts from her father’s phone.

We’re having pizza tonight! Wanna come over?

Dad says he sucks at math. Can you help me with my homework?

My friends canceled on me. Are you free to eat Ben and Jerry’s and watch Mamma Mia with me?

You’d become like a mother figure to her, helping her when she got her first period, taking her shopping for middle-school dances, giving her boy advice.

Marcus liked you just as much, if not more. You liked him too. He was a funny man, kindhearted and warm. He’d listen to you talk when you’d had a shitty day, bring over a bottle of wine when he needed some comfort, cook dinner for the two of you when Missy was at Anita’s.

One night, you’re eating dinner with them on their patio. It’s nice, overlooking their backyard and their pool. Missy is going to a friend’s later, to sleep over, but Marcus had cooked food for the three of you on the grill, something you’d learned he was fantastic at, and you’re inside getting more food. The door is slightly cracked, and you can hear the two of them talking.

“Dad. You have to make your move, and you gotta do it tonight! Otherwise, she’ll go for Kent a couple doors down. You don’t want that, do you?” she asks in a hushed voice.

“It’s not that easy, muñeca. I’m so in love with her I don’t know what to do.”

Your heart catches in your chest, fluttering. Marcus likes you. Not only that, he’s in love with you. The past few months race through your head, and you hyper-analyze every little interaction the two of you have had. It’s clear now, in hindsight. You swallow hard, putting back down the skewer of vegetables.

He’s been the only thing on your mind the past few weeks, you have to admit. Your visits to each others’ homes had increased, with you spending more and more nights a week at the Morenos’. His laugh makes your stomach flutter as Missy says something else to him outside. You bite your lip. Tonight’s the night. If he doesn’t make his move like Missy insisted, you’ll do it first.

The conversation is light for the rest of dinner, and you’re a bit detached. Marcus can tell, but he doesn’t comment on it. You simply stare out into their pool, listening to Missy ramble on about the plans that she and her friends have for tonight.

A while later, her friends’ parents pick her up. You stand in the driveway and wave a thank-you to the girl’s parents as they drive off with Missy and her friend in tow. “Love you guys,” she shouts out of the window. You grin and shout it back, in sync with Marcus.

The two of you return to the backyard. You walk a little farther apart from Marcus than normal. “Hey,” he says and stands right next to you, his shoulder nudging yours. “What’s wrong? You’ve been off all night,” he mumbles softly.

You shake your head. “It’s nothing, really,” you chuckle, looking down at your feet.

Marcus is oblivious to the fact that you heard the two of them earlier. You and Marcus have always had a playful relationship, and the idea strikes him to help cheer you up. “Hey, vecina.”

“What- ah!” You squeal as Marcus lifts you in his strong arms. He walks the two of you to the side of the pool as you wriggle in his grip, laughing. “Goddamnit, Marcus! Let go of me!” You screech as he holds you over the pool, though you’re giggling the whole time.

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong,” he laughs, your feet kicking as they dangle over the chlorinated water.

“No, you asshole!” You laugh, wriggling. “Put me down, Moreno, or God help your poor soul when I-”

He sets you down on the edge, backing up a bit. “There, fine. Just trying to help,” he teases. He did, he thinks to himself. You’re smiling again.

You’re painfully close to him. Your hands find his hips and he looks down at your hands in confusion as you pat the pockets of his shorts. No phone. Perfect. There’s a devilish grin as you wrap him in a bear hug and fall backwards into the pool, taking him with you.

You let go once you’re underwater, shooting up to the surface from under him and laughing. He comes up moments later, wiping his eyes and pushing his hair back. Your laugh is maniacal and loud, completely content and proud of yourself. “There, I cheered you up at least,” he shakes his head and smiles. He walks to the shallower end of the pool, and you follow.

“I wasn’t in a bad mood,” you shoot back.

“Well, something was off. Will you tell me now?” He asks, your eyes wandering to his- oh, he’s ripped, goddamn- abs beneath his wet t-shirt. His eyes remained trained on yours, ever the gentleman.

Swallowing hard, you nod and walk closer to him with a smile. “I heard you and Missy when I was inside getting more food,” you tell him, biting on your lip to hold back an excited giggle.

His brows furrow in confusion then lift in surprise as it hits him. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” you nod, wading a little closer and then even closer. You can hear his heavy breathing and look into those big brown eyes with a grin.

“Well, I-” he starts stammering, unsure of what to say, until you place your hands on his shoulders.

“It’s okay, Marcus,” you mumble soothingly, your arms wrapping around his neck. “I know you said it’s not that easy. Why don’t you let me take the reins then, hm?” You ask teasingly, bringing your face close to his.

He grins, taking the opportunity as he sees it. His lips crash to yours happily, his hands finding your waist over your sopping wet clothing. You smile softly against his lips. They’re so soft and warm, the very lips you’ve been staring at for a long time, imagining this. He’s gentle but loving and you deepen it. He follows immediately, parting his lips against yours and he sighs into your mouth.

The two of you stand there, in his pool, making out, for quite a while. Finally, when he breaks away, looking at you through his water-drop-stained glasses, you grin. “This is your fault, you know. I’m gonna have to go home and change into dry clothing.”

“Or you could borrow some of mine,” he offers with a shy smile, and you grin.

“That works too.”

He kisses you one more time. “Will you stay the night? We don’t even have to… to do anything. I don’t even really want to yet. I just want to keep holding on to you.”

You nod and kiss him softly, for just a moment. “Of course I will.” -

You awaken in the morning to the smell of cooking. You live alone, and it makes your brow furrow in confusion, eyes still shut, until they open and you find yourself in Marcus’ home. His bed, specifically.

You smell like chlorine and your hair is damp still, but you’re wearing a big black sweater that smells like detergent and cologne and sleep. It’s Marcus’s, you realize with a smile.

Last night was truly perfect. No, you didn’t sleep with him yet, but it was still perfectly intimate, the way you held each other and whispered sweet words and pressed soft kisses all over each others’ faces and torsos. You’d made out for a fair amount of time too, just like teenagers again, but it was meaningful.

You pad down the stairs, wearing just your underwear and one of Marcus’s big sweaters. He’s cooking breakfast in the kitchen, and your heart melts as you see him. “Good morning, superhero,” you coo as you wrap your arms around him from behind and press a kiss into his neck.

His body warms and melts into your touch. “Good morning, beautiful. How did you sleep?”

“Amazing. Your bed is insanely comfortable,” you chuckle and snuggle in against him, resting your head against his back.

“I’m glad. Go sit down, breakfast will be ready in a bit.”

You nod and do exactly that, sitting across the kitchen island from him. He puts some pancakes on a plate, drizzles them with syrup, and slides it to you. “Bon appetit.”

“Thank you,” you grin and waste no time in cutting into them with a fork and taking a bite.

You sigh happily and Marcus’s heart can barely take the sight of it. “I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”

“I can’t get over how cute you are,” you tease and pop another bite in your mouth. “The good news is that you can get over it, because I’m coming over here for breakfast in your clothes every day now.”

“Or you could live here.”

The proposal is so quiet, so sudden and nonchalant that it takes you aback for a minute. “What?”

He shrugs. “I know we’ve only been together for, what, 10 hours now, but Missy and I both adore you. You’re over here all the time anyway. Why don’t you? Save us both some money, too.”

You bite your lip to hold back a grin. “I might have to think about it.”

He nods. “I get that, I-“

“Done thinking. I’ll do it,” you grin happily.

“Really?”

“Really,” you nod, giggling excitedly.

Marcus leans across the kitchen counter and kisses you softly. “Be prepared for a lot of Moreno loving. Missy’s a cuddler.”

“I think I can take it,” you smile and press another kiss to his lips, with all of the love in your heart.

translations:

vecina- neighbor (female)

muñeca- in this context, doll

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missymurphy1985 · 4 years ago

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Miracles (sequel to Reminiscing)

You'd been trying for a baby with Cillian for over a year now without success - he isn't getting any younger... What's next for the two of you?

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@being-worthy @peakyscillian @queenshelby @noctvrnalmoth @margoo0 @janelongxox

"Baby it'll happen when it happens..." Cillian soothed your tears as he held you on the bedroom floor. Your period had just arrived, which meant only one thing. No baby. You'd been trying now for nearly 15 months and nothing but negative pregnancy tests and more sanitary products. You'd tried changing your diets.. you'd both cut out alcohol and caffeine.. but nothing.

"What if it doesn't, Cill? What if it never happens?" You dried your tears on the sleeve of your t shirt and sank into his arms.

"Let's book in with that fertility doctor yeah? Get some tests run, find out what's stopping us having a baby?" He lifted you back to kiss you. You nodded, reluctantly. You were dreading this.. what if you were the problem? Clearly Cillian was fine, he had the two boys.. if you weren't able to give him a baby you'd never forgive yourself.. would he even stay with you? The baby had been his idea... The thought alone made you feel sick.

"How about a weekend away? Just you and me, we'll head to Kerry and just relax for a few days?" You smiled. He always knew how to make you feel better. Nodding your head, he pulled you up from the floor and held you close. "Let's just get away from it all - no more talk of babies, just us, agreed?"

"Okay.. agreed."

The following day you woke feeling sore and achy. Your lower back feeling like you'd been kicked by a horse. Grimacing slightly, you lifted yourself out of bed to the kitchen where Cillian was making coffee.

"Hey, you okay?" He saw you limping slightly.

"Yeah, must've slept funny, my back is so sore!"

"Why don't you go lie down, I'll bring your coffee through?"

"I need to get ready, I'm meeting Lisa for a coffee this afternoon."

"I'm sure she'll understand if you're not feeling great y/n?"

"It's just a bit of back pain, I'll be fine once I've stretched it out. Don't worry," you smiled, kissing his lips and taking the decaf coffee from him. You pulled away suddenly as a sharp pain suddenly washed over your lower abdomen.

"And now we have period pain too... Wonderful..." You felt your eyes watering at the harsh reminder that you weren't pregnant and Cillian pulled you into his arms again.

"I'll call Lisa, go get back in bed." You rolled your eyes in annoyance. "I'm not asking, y/n." Feeling irritated, you made your way back upstairs and got under the covers. Cillian joining you shortly after with a hot water bottle, glass of water and some paracetamol. You took the tablets and Cillian placed the water bottle on your lower belly, before climbing in behind you and holding you close. He could feel your body tense every now and again.

"Hey, you okay?" He rubbed a hand up and down your arm to soothe you.

"My back keeps spasming babe, must've really done a number on it.." he pulled back from you slightly and ran a hand over your lower back trying to soothe it. He could feel the spasms as they came off and on every few minutes, the worry growing in his stomach. You were normally so fit, working out in your basement gym downstairs three times a week, yoga every Saturday.. pulling a muscle sleeping didn't sound likely to him.

You felt yourself drifting off to sleep as Cillian's hands massaged your lower back. The heat from the hot water bottle easing the cramps in your tummy.

You woke a few hours later to a white hot pain across your stomach and you cried out, clutching your belly. The pressure in your stomach was so intense you called out.

"Cillian!! Baby you there??" No answer. You reached for your phone on the bedside table and called him.

"Hey, you're awake -"

"Cillian come home.. please it hurts!!!" You heard the car screech to a halt.

"What hurts? Baby where are you? I'm on my way, 10 minutes okay?"

"Please... God it hurts!!!" Cillian stayed on the phone but you heard him talking to his sister in the passenger seat.

"Orla, call an ambulance, you're gonna have to come with me. Y/n stay on the phone until I get there baby okay?" You were panting now, the pain was unbearable. You could hear Cillian swearing at other cars, he must've been driving like a maniac... You didn't care, you just needed him now.. Orla was talking now, she must've been on the phone to the ambulance service, you heard her give them your address before you screamed as another white hot pain shot across your belly.

Panting through the pain, you felt the pressure in your pelvis start to increase in intensity. You pulled yourself to your feet slowly, and made your way to the bathroom. You were sweating from every where, your temperature soaring to new heights. You pulled your underwear down and sat on the toilet, convinced whatever it was you'd eaten that was causing this was about to make a dramatic exit. In that moment you heard Cillian and Orla burst into the bedroom, Cillian making his way into the bathroom to you. You didn't even feel embarrassed that you were sat on the toilet you were just grateful that he was there.

"It hurts so bad Cill... Please make it stop!!!!" You screamed, as a sudden need to push took over you. Cillian was frozen in panic, completely helpless, he didn't know what to do. Orla suddenly took charge, pushing Cillian to the side to check you over. You stood up slightly, your body taking over completely.

"Holy shit..... y/n lie down on the floor, come on... Cillian, get a fucking towel!!" Orla guided you slowly to the bathroom floor and opened your legs, Cillian quickly grabbing a towel that she placed under your hips.

"Fuck... Okay y/n look at me.. you're going to feel a need to push and I need you go with it okay? Just breathe... You're gonna be fine.."

"The fuck is happening Orla??" You screamed.

"You having a baby y/n.. right now.. Cillian get that end and hold her.. Get your shit together y/n and push!!" Cillian didn't have time to react before Orla pulled him to sit behind you holding you, your back to his chest as you gripped his hands and bore down as hard as you could. There was no time to think about anything else. The pain was like nothing you'd felt before in your life. Cillian breathed with you, grimacing slightly as his knuckles were being gripped like a vice but focusing his attention on getting you through this.

Within seconds the paramedics had arrived through the door Cillian had left open downstairs and taken over from Orla, giving you a mouthpiece to breathe into.

"Gas and air babe, it'll help, just breathe in and out okay?" Cillian whispered in your ear as you did as you were told and instantly felt the pain subside slightly. One paramedic was between your legs, the other radioing the hospital to let them know what was happening and to expect a mum and baby imminently.

The room was filled with the sound of a baby's cry. You heard Orla burst into tears, whilst you and Cillian were still too in shock to fully process what was happening. The paramedics offered Cillian a pair of surgical scissors to cut the cord, before placing the tiny baby girl in your arms. At that moment you both cried, looking down at the tiny bundle who was starting to settle, searching for your breast. You instinctively fed her, and Cillian gently stroked her head.

"Where the hell were you hiding her??" You looked up at him and laughed.

"I was about to ask you, when did you put her in there?!"

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Opening your eyes, you felt hands roaming over your body as you lay in bed pretending you were still asleep. Those hands knew you better though and teased between your legs making your body shudder.

"I reckon we've got 10minutes before the 'threenager' wakes up... You'd better make this quick Cillian..." You turned onto your side and opened your legs inviting his now rock hard cock to rest between them. His fingers skilfully toying your clit making you moan softly. Easing himself inside from behind you, he began thrusting slowly. The only position available to you, your swollen belly now too large for any other.

"Fuck.. y/n.. still so tight..." You arched your back into his thrusts from behind you, both of you knowing this could be the last time before you had your new baby, due any time now. This pregnancy being much less of a shock than the first - you found out about 7 weeks in and you'd blossomed quickly. You'd loved feeling the little kicks, seeing your baby on the monitors at your scans, choosing names... You'd experienced it all and had relished every single second of it, making up for missing the first one's milestones.

"This really isn't going to last long.. you feel too good... Full of my child..."

"Cill keep talking to me.. I'm close..."

"Watching your body grow... Fuck you have no idea what that's done to me.."

Your hips rocked back against him almost frantically, his fingers still pressing on that bundle of nerves drawing your orgasm even closer. Before long you came hard against him, muffling your cries into the pillow so as not to wake your daughter in the next room. He followed not long after, spilling deep inside you.

Kissing your shoulder he pulled out, running his hands over your belly again and holding you close. A sudden giggle of your daughter emitting from the doorway.

"Mama!! What was Daddy doing behind you?" You pulled the duvet over you and Cillian helped you into a sitting position, your daughter climbing in-between you.

"Ready for some breakfast Niamh?" Cillian said as he booped his daughters nose and she moved to bite him playfully.

"Baby?" She pointed to your belly.

"Not yet little lady, soon though we promise." Cillian climbed out of bed and pulled his jeans on, picking the little girl up in his arms he playfully swung her over his shoulder, her legs in the air. You laughed watching Cillian bounce her over his shoulder, blowing raspberries into her waist making her squirm and giggle. Feeling another twinge in your lower abdomen you smiled.

"Maybe sooner rather than later Niamh, I think it might be time for that sleepover at Aunty Orla's house!"

The look of shock in Cillian's eyes made you laugh. "They do say it speeds things along Cill, don't look so surprised," you winced as he called his sister.

"You ready for this?" He kissed your head as he dialled the number.

"Definitely more ready than last time!" You laughed and tweaked your daughter's nose. "Let's get your bag shall we little lady?"

"No you don't, you stay there. I'll sort her out and Orla will come pick her up. You feeling okay?"

"Yep - I'm okay, they're not too bad for now. Her bag's on the hook behind her bedroom door already packed. My bag is in the closet downstairs ready. Just need to call the midwife and we're grand okay?"

"Love you... So much..." He kissed you gently and called Orla to come pick Niamh up. Your heart felt completely full and you couldn't wait to meet your latest addition.

#cillian fanfic #cillian murphy x reader #cillian x fem!reader #cillian x childbirth

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captain039 · 3 years ago

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We can take care of each other PART 3

Hank x reader x Connor

Warnings: ABO, poly relationship, swearing, police things, Intimate, sexual, harassment, Daddy Hank, anxiety, angst

Previous chapter <-

PART 3

You awoke to Hanks phone ringing and him cursing it as he answered.

“What?” He grumbled as you heard a distant voice. You hadn’t moved from your spot on Connor. You yawned and rolled onto your back stretching.

“Did you sleep well detective?” He asked and you nodded dazed.

“Can’t Reed handle it the pricks there” Hank snapped.

“Yeah, whatever” he hung up and laid back down.

“Assholes” he muttered and you chuckled softly. He laid down with a soft thud from the mattress. You still cuddled into Connor he must’ve put his heaters on or something because you were toasty warm.

“Did you put your heaters on?” You asked.

“Is it too warm?” Connor asked and you shook your head.

“No, just making me not wanna move” you chuckled.

“Fine by me” Hank sighed as you heard Sumo bark.

“There isn’t enough room buddy” Hank said and you heard Sumo whine.

“Aw, Sumo” you sat up slowly crossing your legs and pet the bed lightly. He jumped up, in your face licking and making weird noises. You laughed trying to control the big beast as he finally laid down.

“What time is it?” You asked frowning.

“It’s currently 2:33 pm” Connor said.

“Geez” you said realising you had napped for a while.

“You were rather exhausted detective” Connor said and you flushed. You glanced to Hank who smirked almost proud and you glared slightly huffing. Hank was relaxed for once, a small smile on his lips, eyes closed as he leant against the head rest, his breathing even and his scent inviting. You leant back to lean against his side and he chuckled softly.

“My phone on your table?” You asked and he grunted handing it to you.

“Thanks” you said opening it. You had a few messages and emails but ignored them for now as you scrolled through social media. Connor sat up also, stiff in his movements and not relaxing back, you guess he didn’t need to relax back his body wouldn’t hurt. Hanks arm draped around your middle while Connor stared.

“What are you doing?” Hank asked.

“In a sense I’m making a memory” Connor said.

“I can record certain things and save them” he added.

“You show this to anyone-“ you elbowed him gently.

“Thank you detective” Connor smiled and you smirked.

“Great” Hank sighed.

“Two against the old grumpy alpha” he grumbled and you laughed. Connor cracked a grin, laughing wasn’t his strongest suit yet.

The day went on with you staying in Hanks bed. You had relaxed and calmed down after what had happened this morning, you were content in the soft blanket and leaning against Hank. Connor made you some food which was nice before sitting down again. It was going smoothly till your job demanded attention.

You all headed to the crime scene three stabbings in a club. Upon entering the room you gulped it was a private room on the sex side of the club. One android, two humans. The android was in the corner looking beat up and ruined by a bat or something, then stabbed, the two humans were on the other wall with stab wounds on their chest area. You got their identity’s, the android was called Kyla the humans were Mason and Fay. Kyla was designed as a sex robot and stayed that way voluntarily. The other two were also workers here Fay a beta and Mason an omega.

“What you got Connor?” Hank called as Connor stood by the door analysing.

“It was the android that went first, hit with the bat then stabbed on that wall, the other two tried to stop it, signs of struggle, possible fight before being stabbed themselves” Connor said as he walked to the android and looked over it.

“I can probe it’s memory to see what happened” he said.

“Go ahead” Hank said leaving the room to brief. You looked over the body’s again, there was a fight, something had gone very wrong or the killer just got his victims in one room perfectly.

“The android wasn’t supposed to be here” Connor spoke.

“How come?” You asked as he stood.

“The android came in to check on the suspicious noise before being dragged in and beaten to death” you sighed nodding, poor thing.

“Any traces where our killer went or who they are?” You asked.

“There are traces of DNA under the victims nails, matching a Gen Collins” you nodded.

“Send me her information” you said grabbing a spare tablet. You looked through her profile, 30, alpha female, she was tall and built like she was in military. You glanced through her past, she was in military, got kicked out for violent tendencies. She’s been prescribed by a doctor for anger management medication and therapy though she never took.

“We got one anger issued alpha on the run “ you sighed to Hank.

“Yep” he grumbled.

“We got any leads?” He asked as Connor came over.

“Not yet” Connor said and you and Hank nodded.

“Right come on” Hank said to you and Connor and you both followed.

Back at the station you all went through files hoping to find her whereabouts, she was no doubt dangerous and pissed about something.

You were at your desk for hours, it was nighttime when you decided to look outside. You stopped your task and leant back stretching. Your back popped slightly and you sighed hunching back over before sitting up. Connor came over to you and you gave him your attention.

“Are you alright detective?” He asked a slight frown on his face.

“I’m alright” you smiled.

“I need food and a shower though” you said yawning.

“I’ll drive you home” Hank said from his desk.

“You got anything?” You asked talking about the case.

“A whole lot of fuck all” he grumbled shutting down the screen and stretching.

“I need a drink” he grumbled making you chuckle.

“Home it is” you said shutting off your screen also and standing.

Hank dropped you off like he said, Connor following you in your house again while Hank drove off.

“He’ll be ok, won’t be?” You asked hanging your coat up.

“I do believe the Lieutenant has cut down on drinking, so, yes he will” Connor assured and you nodded. You shook your head laughing slightly as you took out a quick microwave meal.

You sat and ate happy to get some food in your stomach even if it tasted horrible. Connor sat and watched TV, well at least you think he was.

“I’m gonna have a shower” you called placing your rubbish in the bin.

“Ok” was all Connor said and you nodded.

You washed and dried before getting dressed into your PJ’s, Connor was still on the couch. You stood by him but he hadn’t taken notice.

“Connor?” You asked, he blinked and looked to you.

“Sorry detective” he said.

“It’s alright” you chuckled.

“You ok?” You asked.

“Yes, just going through some files is all, I apologise” you shook your head and sat by him.

“Don’t apologise” you smiled.

“Find anything?” You asked curiously.

“It wasn’t for the case” he admitted and you frowned curious.

“What was it for?” You asked head tilting.

“If you wanna tell me” you added. If you didn’t know any better you’d say the blue in his cheeks represented a blush.

“I am required to fulfill my roll in taking care of you and Hank both emotionally and physically” you flushed a little as he spoke.

“You don’t have to take care of us, we take care of each other” you said.

“It’s not all on you, I’m just not good with this” you sighed.

“It’s new to me and though Hank was-“ you flushed remembering what happened earlier.

“Eager, we’re gonna have some issues” you mumbled.

“What issues?” Connor asked frowning slightly.

“Well me, I overthink overthinking, Hank Is insecure even if he doesn’t admit it, I’m trying to please both you and Hank, Hanks the only one with experience!” you rambled a bit realising you hadn’t thought this through.

“And Hanks distant” you sighed sagging into the couch.

“Maybe it was a bad idea” you said sadly.

“Y/n” Connor said and you looked to him, he rarely said your name.

“This wasn’t a bad idea, this will take time to get used to and figure our mission out together” you smiled at him.

“Though I don’t understand many things I am willing to learn” he added.

“And try” he said another blue tint to his cheeks.

“May I kiss you detective?” He asked and you smiled as your heart pounded. You nodded and he leant forward, you closed your eyes as he pressed his synthetic lips to yours. It felt like real ones only smoother, you hummed softly leaning up body eager again. He pulled back eyes in a daze as you smiled slightly.

“I have to return to cyber life for some adjustments soon” he said and you frowned.

“Are you ok?” You asked worried.

“I’m ok, they’re going to add features to my body and system” you frowned.

“I’ll be better equipped like a male alpha” you flushed at his words and leant back into the seat avoiding his eyes.

“Oh” you stuttered out.

“When- when is this?” You asked.

“Tomorrow” you nodded embarrassed.

“How long will you be gone?” You asked.

“Only for the night” you nodded again.

“Ok” you said softly.

You frowned as your phone buzzed. You answered and frowned when you heard a familiar voice.

“Jimmy?” You questioned and he sighed confirming. Connor frowned also leaning in.

“Can you come get Hank please” you glanced to Connor at his words.

“Mans messed up again” your heart sank.

“Im on my way” you hung up.

You quickly got dressed sort of and drove to Jimmy’s. Connor followed you as you walked in spotting Hank in the corner slumped over.

“What happened?” You asked Jimmy.

“He got drunk started babbling on about you and Connor before breaking down and passing out” you processed and sighed.

“Thanks” you muttered going to him.

“Hank” you said as you slid into the booth next to him.

“Hank” you dragged out. He gurgled out a sound and you raised an eyebrow.

“Perhaps I should support him to the car” Connor said.

“Yep” you agreed getting out of the seat.

“Hank” Connor said and Hank grumbled. He helped the man up who groaned and grumbled eyes opening and closing. He finally focused on you, your arms were on your hips.

“Why’re you glaring at me?” He said like a child.

“We’re going home” you rolled your eyes handing Jimmy some money as a tip.

“I’m sorry” you said and he shrugged.

As you drove Hank home the man grumbled the whole way there. You unlocked your door before taking him to the bathroom.

“Hank” you said as Connor sat him down on the toilet. The alpha looked around taking in his surroundings before taking you and Connor in.

“Fuck” Hank toppled over and you jumped back a bit.

You looked away as he threw up in the toilet. You held down your stomach and sighed going to get him a drink while Connor watched him.

The toilet flushed and you went back in with a glass of water.

“Thanks” he mumbled sipping it. He leant back against the cold tiles as did you as you sat down staring at him.

“Stop staring” Hank sighed.

“Hank we’re concerned” Connor said.

“Well be unconcerned” he slurred.

“Hank” you sighed sadly.

“What?” He scoffed slightly.

“You’re not my mum” he chuckled at his joke.

“No I’m your partner” you said.

“That’s unfortunate for you” he smirked.

“Hank” Connor said almost in warning.

“Shut up tin can” Hank huffed.

“Look at you both sad faced over me, it’s depressing shit man” he sighed.

“You know you’re probably better off leaving me here and going off with Connor” although he was drunk his words hurt.

“Hank-“ you said startled.

“I mean the fuck you want me for? Disgusting old, alpha, pervert with a pretty omega and perfect robocop over here” you bit back tears.

“I can’t give you a family, can’t give you what you need” you felt a tear roll don your face as he continued.

“I don’t want a family I just want you two” you said taking a deep breath.

“Maybe you’re fucked in the head too” you flinched at his words and clenched your jaw, he was just drunk.

“The fucked amigos!” He cheered and you glared at the floor.

“Hank you’ve upset the detective and me” Connor said.

“Yeah? And?” You stood and quickly left at his words.

You curled up in your bed tears rolling down your face. He didn’t want this, he didn’t want the three of you to be together, your alpha didn’t want you or Connor. You hugged your pillow tightly before a light knock came.

“Detective” it was Connor who called.

You didn’t answer so he let himself in.

“I’ve let the Lieutenant rest on your pull out couch, he’s unconscious I’m afraid” you sniffled and nodded.

“He’s just drunk” he muttered.

“Is he?” You turned to face him. Connor couldn’t answer.

“He doesn’t want me or you! Or us! Maybe I am fucked in the head, we’re all fucked in the head” you cried.

“I’m stupid for ever dreaming” you laid down again, back to Connor as you cried. Your mind was going wild you couldn’t handle the rejection he had just said. You tried to reason but there wasn’t anything to reason with.

The bed shifted but you didn’t move as Connor laid behind you. He slipped his arm under your head and another around your waist. You clutched your pillow tightly and cried softly.

Your tears dried and stuck to your face, your eyes were droopy as you tried to stay awake.

“Sleep” you heard Connor mutter as he pulled the blanket over you both. Your eyes closed and you sighed letting darkness take over.

Next chapter ->

#x reader #Hank x reader x Connor #hankcon #Hank x reader #Connor x reader #abo #DBH #detroit become human #poly

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yannowhatigiveup · 4 years ago

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My One And Only - Chapter 18

Previous | Next | Master List

Hey! Welcome back to another chapter of MOaO! I won’t be able to update this as much as I want to (I’m not really updating it as fast as I won’t to right now but I’m trying) as exams are coming up as well as other various things. (I just realized that I haven’t said this earlier I’m so sorry, Ramadan Kareem to those who celebrate it!) Also, thank you so much for 128 followers!

"...I believe I found a way to subdue Hawkmoth"

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Her eyes repeatedly scanned the page, making sure she was reading it correctly.

"It won't defeat Hawkmoth" Damian carefully pointed out, not wanting to diminish her excitement. "But it'll be able to stop him for some time, a month or two at most"

"Do you know what this means?" Her voice was barely above a whisper. "We'll be able to have some peace of mind! We'll be able to prepare ourselves! The whole of Paris! Who know, maybe we'll be able to get some clues on his identity as well as Mayura's as well!"

By the end, Marinette was spinning around the room, her slight giggles of happiness appeared here and there. Damian chuckled at her delight, seeing her happy was probably one of his most favourite sites in the world, that and seeing her flustered.

"I understand that you're excited but what do these cryptic messages mean, 'a tear of joy'? Did I translate that correctly"

She giggled at his confusion. "No that's one of the ingredients for the power up. Speaking of ingredients, I need to get some" Her bluebell eyes quickly scanned over the tablet again before she speed walked out of the hotel with Damian on her arm. "We're going to Master Fu's old place, he still has some ingredients we could use"

The two walked in silence, there was a topic that they needed to discuss, the end of the week was approaching fast.

"Maybe in the small time of peace, I can get Father and my brothers to help"

The bluenette chuckled slightly but not out of amusement. "I almost forgot, you'll be leaving in a few days" her gaze fell to the ground before she looked up at her boyfriend, solemnly. "It's gonna be a lot different, huh?"

He squeezed her hand gently with a comforting smile on his face. "It will be but I'm sure we'll handle it"

The couple grabbed the necessary ingredients and made their way back to the hotel. They dropped them off at the hotel room before making their way upper to the restaurant to get some food. Their dinner was quickly interrupted by a rockstar coming to congratulate his niece.

"Nettie! You're rock'n'roll! Your song is a huge hit!" Jagged exclaimed once he reached the table, he only seemed to register there was another person there once he sat down. His moderate cyan eyes widened in recognition when his gaze landed on the green-eyed boy. "You must be Damian, you look just like you're old man Brucie"

Damian shook his hand when the rockstar had offered it. "I am, Mr Stone"

"Uncle Jagged-"

"You break my niece's heart, I'll send Fang to eat you"

"Uncle Jagged!-"

"And I will gladly let you"

"I approve of your relationship, I just wanted to give the shovel talk since it sounded fun"

Marinette gaped at the two males on her table. "Dami, don't encourage him! I've already got Gami waiting to spar with you"

"Ah yes, my son's girlfriend is just as scary as Penny" Jagged visibly shuddered in good nature.

"Wait, Luka and Gami got together? Without telling me?!" The bluenette huffed, offended. "And to think I'm his honorary cousin"

Jagged chortled at her reaction while Damian had a faint smile playing on his lips. The rockstar decided to take his leave shortly after that, not wanting to draw some unwanted attention. He did manage to leave a pair of blushing teens as he told them to "Use protection!" before departing. Marinette was utterly embarrassed while Damian was flustered. Once dinner was finished, the couple went back to Damian's hotel room to discuss what they were going to do next.

Doing his best to help, Damian passed the ingredients to his girlfriend who then mixed up said ingredients in a pot.

"Can you get the Tear of Joy, Dami?"

The green-eyed boy looked through the ingredients until he found the slim bottle with a minuscule amount of clear liquid. He eyed the water as it squished in the bottle, it seemed so ordinary despite the great magic it could create. Damian could almost see the water taunting him with its mystic properties, he could just about feel it as he brought the bottle closer to the cauldron.

"This is it, correct?" The ravenette showed the blue-eyed girl the bottle in his hand

Her eyes lit up when presented with the vial. "Yes, that's it" As she removed the cork that was sealing the bottle shut, Damian asked a question that was lingering in the back of his mind.

"What exactly is the tear of joy?"

Marinette turned to smile at him. "It's a tear of joy"

"So a tear caused by laughter?"

"Precisely" She looked up at the ceiling wistfully. "I remember, when Syren attacked, Master Fu was trying to decode what a 'tear of joy' was. It took some time but we managed to figure it out in the end" She sighed. "It's great that we managed to find out about 'power-ups' but if we found out about them sooner, maybe more people would've been saved."

He put his hands comfortably on her shoulders. "What did Syren do exactly?"

She stopped dead in her tracks. That wasn't the reaction that Damian was expecting, whatever had happened with this Akuma must have been bad to induce this response.

The bluenette sighed and looked at the green-eyed boy straight into his emerald eyes. "Syren was one of the most dangerous Akumas we've ever had to deal with. She flooded all of Paris with her tears, only a few hundred people managed to reach the rooftops in time"

A breath quickly sucked in through his lips, the scene itself sounded horrible, imagining it even more so, having to actually see it must have been... traumatic.

"But Ondine is doing much better with Kim. And it's all in the past, we've learnt how to deal with the memories!" Her smile hurt to look at. His girlfriend had to deal with so much and she couldn't even express her negativity without fear of becoming an akuma. Damian placed a kiss on her head as she finally got the lid off of the bottle.

Both teens watched in anticipation as the droplet rolled down to the bottle's lip, teetering over the edge. It fell in. The concoction then shimmered a silvery blue. Grabbing a bottle, Marinette poured some of the liquid inside it, looked at the bottle and hummed in satisfaction. She quickly put all the equipment used back in a box and cleaned up any mess made. Once she was finished, she turned to the boy standing over her.

"I'll bring these back to Master Fu's old apartment then I'll drop this bottle off at my house, you can tell Tikki and Plagg that they can come out now"

The contents of the box shifted to one side, Damian helped steady both the bluenette and the box before going to the kwamis. Once the kwamis where comfortably with their owners, Tikki in Marinette's purse and Plagg in Damian's hoodie pocket, they made their way to the apartment. It still technically belonged to Master Fu, he rest hadn't rented it out so they were free to roam around. After putting the equipment away, the couple strolled to Marinette's house hand in hand. The bluenette went up to her balcony, with Damian close behind, and hid the bottle under her pink-striped deck chair, away from the sunlight.

"It needs to 'mature' in the moonlight, I guess. So when the moon is out, I'll take the bottle out" Marinette gestured for Damian to follow her as she went back down to the bakery portion of her house. "I'll give you some Camembert with the power ups infused. But I'll have to make it first!"

She hummed as she went upside to retrieve other substances that Master Fu had taught her to create. In the moment she was gone, Plagg appeared.

"I hate transforming!" The black kwami whined, settling in the boy's hair.

"What's so bad about it?" Damian raised an eyebrow at Plagg's outburst.

"It ruins the beautiful taste of Camembert, and it tastes weird"

"Quit your whining Plagg" Tikki's squeaky, but still relatively scary, voice rang out as both she and her owner returned.

"But Sugarcube-"

"No 'but's Stinky Sock!"

Damian watched with quiet amusement while Marinette giggled, handing him a wheel of Camembert.

"The cheese is cut up in different slices, each representing a different power up. I'll explain which is which on the way back to the hotel"

Damian put the wheel in his pocket before taking the bluenette's hand. "I look forward to it"

~~~

Each power up was simple enough, they all had a different colour corresponding with it's ability, making it easier to memorize. The couple walked by a dark alley as Damian check the time. Passing his phone to the bluenette next to him, Marinette took one glance at the time before dragging the two of them into said dark alley. It was time for patrol. Once both were done transforming, Noir and Ladybug made their to the assigned rooftop. When landing, Noir took his staff and looked through the help guide to get a better idea of what weapon he was working with. Spinning the staff with his hands, he separated the staff into two separate batons. He hummed in contentment.

"Grayson never gave me his escrima sticks for missions. I suppose this is good training if I ever want to use them"

The two rods snapped back together with a satisfying snap. Continuing to look through the articles on his now full staff, Noir didn't even notice when Ladybug moved to stand behind him. In one swift motion, the spotted heroine pulled down the black hood that was shielding the black cat-themed hero's face.

"La-"

Her covered fingers stroked his black cat ears, she giggled as his cheeks flushed. The feeling itself was unusual to the green-eyed hero, he had never felt anything remotely similar before but he wouldn't say he didn't enjoy it. It was just... unexpected. The spotted heroine, however, quite liked making the stoic Noir flustered. His ears felt so much like a real cat's that Ladybug was nearly taken aback, she got used to it after her shock, though. Noir found himself leaning into her touch but looking at everything but her in embarrassment.

Had his ears not been occupied he probably would've heard the two other heroes arriving, he only knew they were here as he saw them in his peripheral vision, rolling his eyes as he noticed them snickering.

'Angel, Rena and Chien are here'

Ladybug's head snapped in the direction of the two other heroes, one of her hands left his head as she she greeted the fox and the dog.

"Hello Rena Rouge, Chien" Ladybug greeted them casually, something Noir knew he couldn't do at that moment.

"Hello to you too LB! Hey Noir, did the bug find a way to tame you?

He mumbled a reply.

Ladybug giggled before turning to properly address the other heroes. "I've been thinking of adding three more members. I know it's a lot since you, Rena, have only just been announced as a permanent user and you, Chien, have basically just joined. But Noir and I found something that will require their help. I have a hunch that Hawkmoth might try something like Guerrier but with the same level as Syren"

The fox-themed hero nodded. "You need all the help you can get. So who do you have in mind?"

"A Snake, a Bee and a Dragon" The spotted heroine answered with no hesitation. "We'll need a snake as it is... intuitive"

Upon registering the description, Chien chuckled. "Isn't that the point?"

"Perhaps" Ladybug hummed with a smile on her face. "A dragon can control elements, a strong power would be useful. The bee miraculous's power is immobilization-"

"Paralysis can be very beneficial when trying to stop an akuma" Noir provided his input.

"Yes. So what do you think?" The spotted heroine looked between the three heroes standing on the rooftop with her. Noir hummed approval while Chien gave her a thumbs up.

"You always have the best ideas, Bug!" Rena voiced out her agreement, Ladybug let out a sigh of relief she didn't know she was holding.

"Then I'll go get them now shall I? We gotta teach them as fast as we can" The blue-eyed heroine took the yo-yo from her hip, spinning it with a flick of her wrist. "I'll send them here and then you show them the ropes"

"Aye aye Captain!" Chien saluted and Rena followed suit, only after a quick laugh. Noir rolled his eyes in good nature while pulling his hood back up, flicking his cat ears before doing so.

Hurling her yo-yo at a nearby building, Ladybug hissed through the air, her yo-yo latching onto another building as she neared the previous. Soon enough, she landed gracefully in a quiet area where two familiar figures were strolling hand in hand.

"Ladybug?" A boy with dyed hair questioned, a bluenette with short hair and almond eyes next to him.

She nodded before pulling out two miraculous from her yo-yo with, presumably, unlimited storage. "Luka Couffaine, Kagami Tsurugi, these are the miraculous of the Snake and the miraculous of the Dragon. They grant you the powers of Intuition and Perfection. You will use these miraculouses for the greater good, can I trust you?"

Luka and Kagami shared a knowing look then turned to the heroine in front of them.

"You can count on use Ladybug"

"We're honored to be chosen to fight by your side, my Ladybug"

She gave them the miraculous and watched as they both transformed into Viperion and Ryuko. "The others are waiting at this location." She showed them a map on her yo-yo. "I'll meet you there once I finish with a task a have to do." She hissed through the air once more, thanks to her yo-yo, and landed on a rooftop that was very familiar now. There stood a blonde, leaning on the banister.

"Ladybug?" Chloe's confused voice rang out.

"Hello Chloe Bourgeois" Ladybug took something from her yo-yo. "This is the Bee miraculous, it grants the power to immobilise your opponents. Should you choose to help us-"

"I can't"

"Pardon?"

"I said I can't" The blonde looked solemnly at the heroine. "I've been an utterly horrible person, I don't deserve to be a hero. Especially after... Queen Bee"

"People can change Chloe" Ladybug put a hand on the blonde's shoulder. "As long as they are given the chance to. Do you want to take this chancep?"

Chloe stared at the miraculous before looking at the heroine with a determined expression.

"I won't let you down, Ladybug"

~~~

Ladybug soon returned with a bee-themed heroine, named Honey Bee, by her side. After a brief reintroduction, the patrol began. Rena Rouge took the west side with Honey Bee and Viperion, Chien and Ladybug took the East while Ryuko and Noir took the North, they had already checked the South. Most of the patrol was done in silence, other than the odd 'nothing wrong here'. Ryuko had been the one to start a conversation

"You're the new wielder of black cat miraculous, correct?" The dragon user questioned Noir. He recognised it as the beginning of an interrogation.

"It certainly seems that way" Ryuko hummed.

"You fancy Ladybug, don't you" The question obviously took him aback. "Do you consider yourself... worthy?

The cat-themed hero didn't hesitate. "No"

He saw her raise her eyebrows.

"Ladybug is too virtuous for this world, there's not a soul in this entire universe worthy of her affection"

The dragon hummed in satisfaction. "You remind me of the boyfriend of one of my friends. Though I have yet to be convinced that he should date said friend, you have proved yourself worthy of Ladybug. I approve of your relationship even though it isn't my place to make such a decision"

"I am pleased" Despite the fact that he is a leader in this team, he's content with the fact he has the great dragon user's approval as she is the most intimidating of the team, other than Ladybug herself.

"Also don't mess this up, Ladybug is a Queen " Ryuko casually pointed out.

"Glad I am not the only one that thinks so"

"How can you not? Have you seen her?!"

"She's a goddess"

"You have my approval again"

~~~

Noir and Ryuko were first to arrive as they had finished their patrol early, the rest of the team weren't too far behind, however.

"Alright" Ladybug began once everyone returned. "Honey Bee, Viperion, Ryuko, it'll be best if you memorize all of Paris. That way, when there's trouble, you'll know your way around."

"I found that an aerial view is the fastest way to know the city like the back of your hand!" Rena Rouge pointed out.

"That's also the way I did it!" Chien chimed in,

"Yep! If you don't mind, there's something I'd like to discuss with both Rena Rouge and Chien. Noir, will you join us?" The spotted heroine turned to the heroes named.

"I ought to" He replied flatly.

"Alright then, follow me!" Ladybug hissed through the air followed by Noir with his staff and Rena and Chien with their enhanced abilities. Soon they landed in an alley. "I know you already know this, Rena, but I think it's fair if Chien knows too"

"Fair that I know what?" His gaze moved between the two heroines before landing on the black cat hero, silently begging for answers, to which Noir returned with an unconvincing shrug.

"That you know this. Tikki, spots off!" A blinding red light filled the narrow corner they were in, Rena shut one of her eyes while Chien shut both, Noir was shielded from the light thanks to his hoodie. Then, a certain Marinette Dupain-Cheng stood where the spotted heroine once was.

"Wh- Bu- How-" Chien spluttered as his brain combusted with all the information that was flowing through it at once. Marinette giggled at his confusion, Rena full on laughed, clutching her stomach while Noir merely smirked. "But, but I saw you standing next to Ladybug! Wait no, yourself? My brain is melting! Wait, you two knew?!" The dog-themed hero screeched.

"She's my best friend" Rena shrugged with an innocent expression, her transformation dropped. Chien stared in shock.

"She's my girlfriend" Noir mimicked Rena Rounge's shrug while letting his transformation fall too, leaving Chien the only one transformed.

"Okay THAT makes sense, you're both deathly attr- Wait, did you say best fRIEND?!" Chien shrieked and detransformed.

"ADRIEN?!" Alya exclaimed, Marinette and Damian watched in amusement.

"As entertaining as this is-" The green-eyed boy cut in before the pair would attract unwanted attention. "-Marinette needs to explain the reason why she revealed her identity to you"

The bluenette nodded. "You see early today, at school, I had this 'miraculous burn' I guess you could say from Guerrier's attack. Thanks to Alya I'm feeling better but that resulted in getting my identity revealed. So to avoid anymore incidents like that, I also told you Adrien. I can't tell the rest of the team yet as I don't want them to go all protective over me, you'll three will have enough overprotectiveness"

"Not wrong there, girl" Alya said without shame.

"I know I have to tell them my true identity at some point but right now it's better just to have you three know."

"We understand" Alya and Adrien said in unison.

"Great, now let's go back to the others so we can tell them patrol is over"

~~~

It was sunset, the orange cotton clouds contrasted beautifully with the darkening blue sky. A cool wind blew through the air, cold enough to make one shiver but not enough to catch a cold. Walking hand in hand, a couple made their way to Le Grand Paris. The bluenette looked up to the noirette next to her, leaning onto his arm covered by the Robin-themed hoodie and smiling while doing so, she closed her eyes to savor the moment.

"Angel?" Damian brushed the stray hairs on her face as she pulled away to look at him properly.

"You know, I'm really going to miss this" Marinette raised their conjoined hands as they approached the hotel doors.

He hummed and in response, put his arm around her waist to pull her closer while going through the elevator doors. "I am too"

They soon reached the hotel room, the kwamis roaming around for food once they got inside. Food in hand, Tikki and Plagg sat of the coffee table, leaning on one another as Damian turned on the screen to watch a movie. Once he was comfortably seated, Marinette joined him, snuggling into his side. He brushed his fingers through her silky midnight hair. He was going to miss this, deeply. What would life be like going back, without the beautiful bluenette physically next to him?

'I do not want to find out'

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Provisional Cessation, It was created for the purpose of temporarily stopping a miraculous from being used if any harm were to come to the user. It would also deem it unusable for a certain period of time if the miraculous were ever come into the wrong hands. The reason Master Fu didn't tell Marinette this information was because the last time a user tried this power up, they were put into a magical induced coma, it was too risky.

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scorsoneamelia · 3 years ago

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HIIII!! i wrote something fun and cute about amelia bringing scout to work with her :)))

It was only two days, three nights without Link but according to Scout he has been gone foooorever. Scout says it’s been years since he’s seen his father, even though it has been two days and he even saw Link over Facetime the day before. He had to fly out of Seattle for a surgery because the patient wasn’t stable enough to travel to the orthopaedic surgeon, so Link had to go to them. Scout was upset, saying he hadn’t seen daddy in a very long time and that he missed him, so Amelia let Scout share the bed with her that night.

She was woken up from the morning sunrise rays creeping through a space in the closed curtains, the little bit of sunlight managing to light up the bedroom. There was a soft breathing beside her and it was Scout, in the middle of the bed and curled into her side as if he didn’t have any room on the other side of the bed. The corner of the blanket was only covering his legs, the rest of his body uncovered and he was laying on his back. One of his arms was laid across his belly, and the other was laying flat above his head and his shirt was slightly bunched up, revealing his belly button.

He looked so calm and peaceful, and his sandy brown hair was messy, pieces of it falling in front of his closed eyes. The day before, Scout refused to go to school because he didn’t want to, and his excuse would be because daddy wasn’t here, and that was all he would say when Amelia would ask why. It took her to promise him that he could join her at work for the day if it meant he would go to school, so today, as she promised, it was bring your kid to work day.

“Angel,” Amelia whispered softly, sitting up from the bed and sitting up, her back against the head board. “Scout.” She said a bit louder this time, a free hand brushing through his hair.

His long eyes lashes revealed his deep blue eyes, matching Amelia’s, (she likes to think he has her eye color, even though Link would disagree saying they both had blue eyes) and he was letting out a huff, before stretching his body out. “Good morning, angel.” She saw Link in him so much, and no matter how many people said they saw her in him as well, all she could see was a mini Link and it made her heart flutter everytime.

“As I promised, you’ll be coming to work with me today,” she said, the corners of her lips curling into a soft smile. “But we have to get ready.”

There was excitement all of his face and it was like he forgot why he was so sad the previous night, because he was already jumping—-literally jumping out of bed. He squealed out a yay and was already running to his bedroom to try and find himself some clothes, even though Amelia knew she’d soon have to go and help him because the clothes he’d be pick would be awful.

After the two of them finished getting ready for their day, they both stood facing the mirror and Scout was standing on a stool because otherwise he would have barely reached the sink. (His height is definitely from her.) Scout pulled out his own toothbrush and mirrored his mom, the two of them brushing their teeth and Scout was messy, but at least he was doing it. There was toothpaste all over his face and it was running down his hands and he wasn’t exactly clean when he was spitting it into the sink. He made sure to match his mom, brushing his teeth for the same amount of time as she did before they had to leave.

She gave him the run down on the way to work, saying he had to be on his best behaviour because she was working and that sometimes her job can be busy. She’s never had an issue with Scout misbehaving but sometimes, his energy, especially when he’s excited, can be high and around patients she needed him to know that he had to be good.

She didn’t have any surgeries scheduled today, she made sure that her day was light, a couple consults and follow-up on post-ops. Scout was going to be her lefthand, assisting her whenever she needed, or at least she was going to let him think he was helping her.

He wore a white coat, Link’s to be specific, and he was drowning in it. It came down past his knees and the sleeves were longer than his own arms but Scout insisted he continued to wear it because it was his dad’s.

He came with her on rounds, and she allowed him to carry around the tablet, it being too big for him to carry with one hand. They were stopped in between patients because nurses and other doctors would stop them, introducing themselves and because some would just squeal and talk about how cute he was.

There was a consult in the pit that she got paged to, and she brought him along. He was no longer carrying the tablet, instead he put both hands in the front coat (very large) pockets because his mom had her hands in her coat pockets and he wanted to be like her.

“What do we got?” Amelia asked, pulling the curtain open to reveal a patient on the table, a few scratches and bruises covering his body and Meredith was there, giving a consult as well.

“MVC,” Meredith started, pulling her blue gloves off of her hands. “Has a head lac.” Turning around, she bent down to get eye level with Scout before he was giggling and throwing his arms around her neck.

“Auntie Mer!” He was yelling now, excitement flooding his face. Amelia was examining the patient, using her flashlight to check his pupils.

“It just looks like a mild concussion, but order a head CT to rule out any bleeding, just in case.” She told the nurse, her hand was put back into her pocket along with her small flashlight.

“Dr. Shepherd-Lincoln,” Meredith nodded, a smile pulling at her face because the look of her nephew in an oversized white coat was too cute. Meredith could see Link in him, as well, but he had some of Amelia’s qualities.

“He looks so much like Link,” Meredith commented before she stood up, facing Amelia. “He’s got your smile though.”

Scout went to stand next to his mom, matching her posture, (trying to) with arms crossed over his chest, just like she was. Amelia looked down at him while Scout was looking between the two, happiness radiating from him. “He’s definitely going to be a heartbreaker.” Amelia joked, causing a chuckle to come from Meredith.

“Mommy let me come to work with her today, instead of school!” He was cheering, his smile reaching his eyes.

“Well, I think you’re going to have a lot of fun here!” Meredith replied, her smile was warm and her eyes met Amelia’s. They were both thinking the same thing; if only Derek were here to see this.

After they shared their goodbyes, they were leaving the emergency room and making their way to the attendings lounge, because she needed a coffee. Upon entering, Scout was talking about her job as if he was a doctor, saying that he was the best worker in the whole building, better than her, too. In the attendings lounge they were met up with Bailey, Webber and Jo, who squealed and immediately stood from her seat.

“Oh ..my ...god,” Jo said, pulling out her phone to take a picture. “He’s a mini Link!” Bailey and Webber adverted their eyes from each other, to look over at Scout who was smiling for the camera, the smile taking over his face and one arm of the jacket falling off of his shoulder.

Pouring herself a coffee, she also grabbed one of the doughnuts that were provided and handed it to Scout, who looked like he had just won the lottery. “Someone is one lucky guy.” Bailey spoke up, walking over to the three of them. “I’m Miranda—Dr. Bailey.” She held her hand out as a casual greeting, as Scout’s small hand grabbed her and they were shaking hands.

“I’m Scout!” He introduced himself, as if nobody in the building knew him. “Dr. Shepherd-Lincoln!!”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Dr. Shepherd-Lincoln.” Bailey was laughing, Scout gently shaking her hand. He was making his way around the room, going up to each person to show them the flashlight he borrowed from Amelia, and showing off his jacket.

She was watching him in awe, he was perfect. She never imagined her life with kids, but now she can’t imagine her life without him. It was crazy to her that it was possible for her— anyone, to love someone this much. Sometimes she could feel all of her love in her entire body, she just wanted to hug him so tightly and never let him go. He is her entire world.

“Alright, well,” Amelia was heading towards the door. “We’ve got work to do.”

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It was her lunch break, Link made sure to call at least twice today because he wanted to talk to Scout and he wanted to remind Amelia that he loved her. The two of them had rounded on her post-up patients, Scout putting a smile on all of her patients faces. For most of her patients, Scout would try and repeat whatever his mom was telling them although he failed because he couldn’t pronounce half of the words; nor did he understand. Amelia ended up finding a second flashlight and she let Scout hold onto it, shining it into peoples eyes at the same time she did it, pretending he knew what he was looking for.

At the table sat her and Scout, as well as Meredith and Maggie. Scout was telling Maggie about her day, and the sleeve of the jacket was getting into the ketchup and fries that was on his plate, and she’ll made a mental note to wash it before Link saw it. “Baby, let’s take Daddy’s jacket off before it gets dirty.” She was reaching over now, pulling the jacket off of both of his arms and placed it in her lap where it will be safe.

Link called just before he had gone into surgery, mentioning that Jo had sent him the photos of Scout earlier and he made sure to tell Scout that the jacket looked better on him than it did on himself. So now, Scout was telling everyone that the jacket was no longer Link’s but that it was his. He told Maggie about how he looked into everyone’s eyes and how he helped her treat a patient (even though he didn’t), and he also told her that he was the best doctor in the whole entire world.

Before she had a chance to finish her lunch, her pager was going off and she was being paged to a surgery, her now light day not being so light. “I’m being paged to OR 3,” she was standing from her chair. “Okay, Scout, you’re going to have to stay with Aunt Maggie just for a bit because I’m needed somewhere and you can’t come with me.” She was glancing over at Maggie now. “That’s okay, right?

“Perfectly fine.” Maggie nodded and she was kissing Scout before she left, making her way to the OR. Scout continued talking about his day with Meredith and Maggie, completely forgetting about the french fries and hot dog that he begged Amelia for.

#amelink #ameliashepherd #link and amelia #atticus link #amelinkfics #ameliafics #amelia #link x amelia #amelia x link #greysanatomyfics #greys anatomy #stories

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bogkeep · 3 years ago

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Hey! I'm the one who asked the poorly worded art process question. I'm here to give it another try by being more specific. The problem is . . . that's hard. Because that was about a specific as I can get, since I kind of want to know everything about how your art works.

Big things, like how you come up with ideas, or how you design characters. But small things, too, like what tools you use for drawing, how you balance between traditional and digital art, and how you decide what color to use for your unique and beautiful line art.

I want to be more specific so you can answer, but the question in my head is too vague and broad for me to be specific about it. So . . . here are some subquestions of my question, I guess! Maybe that helps?

Sorry this is so weird, and thank you, your art is amazing

first of all, thank you so much <3

and yes, this is far more answerable! i hope i can satiate some of your hunger for insight without writing a whole book.

HOW DO I COME UP WITH IDEAS?

this is obviously going to be very different for everyone. i very rarely have to dig for ideas or sit down and brainstorm, unless of course i am trying to achieve something very specific, like fulfill art contest criteria or working on a commission. my brain is very visually wired, so a lot of my ideas literally just pop up in my head (i know of several artists with aphantasia - some people don't have any visuals in their head at all and I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THAT'S LIKE AND I AM IN AWE OF THESE ARTISTS), sometimes i see a character or character design and im like HNNNG i need to draw them, or i just... have a concept i really want to Exist and i'm going to figure out how.

my biggest problem is that often, when i get an idea i want to DRAW IT, NOW NOW NOWNOWNOW, and that's just Not Feasible. sometimes because i'm Literally In Bed, sometimes because i have too many things i need to do or draw first... but i need to clear up space in my head, because my Urge To Draw will be like, beeping and whirring until i satisfy it... so i write it down on my TO DRAW-list! it's a real list that exists on my phone and i have to use it frequently. if i keep scrolling down i start finding weird notes that i have NO idea are supposed to mean anymore, but that's fine. i can't satisfy every Art Urge. sometimes i need to let them pass.

HOW DO I DESIGN CHARACTERS?

this one might vary a bit, but it can often be boiled down to "i sketch around until i figure something that Works." many of my characters, especially my older characters, became characters by accident when i kept drawing them over and over and i was like Ah I Like Drawing You... You Exist Now. that's how sparrow spellcaster happened, at the very least. this could happen because i had school and i would focus in school by doodling/sketching while listening to class. since i no longer go to school, pretty much all of my new characters are far more intentional. Timian and Vinta specifically exist as a result of a "favourite character fusion" challenge, and a lot of iphimery characters started with a Purpose rather than just harnessing the vibe of something i drew multiple times without thinking.

it helps to write down elements or tropes i want to include, like "sturdy-looking" or "VILLAIN OF EVIL SCARY MAGICS but it's a little girl and the dark magic is bright lightning and not shadows" or something. it can vary from a tiny visual detail to their role in the story. whatever i want to Achieve. my Intent. because my brain works so visually, i just really need to sketch somethign repeatedly until i nail it and can be like Yes That's It.

sketchbooks look a little messy but that’s what they’re for.

WHAT TOOLS DO I USE

for digital art, i’m currently using an ipad pro and procreate. i use a lot of the brushes that came installed, like Mercury is my primary lineart brush, and Moorilla is my primary sketching brush, but i also buy a lot of custom brushes on the hunt for More Delicious Textures (DAUB has a lot of good ones, especially if you want some that imitate traditional art). i have also used Huion and XP-pen tablets and generally recommend them, as well as clip studio paint as an art program (i love it very much and if it wasn’t subscription-based on ipad i would still be using it).

for traditional art, mostly just whatever sketchbook i have + my trusty mechanical pencil. i mean i have two: one with softer lead (it comes out darker) and 0,7 mm thickness, and one that’s 0,5 and harder lead for more light sketching, or if i’m going to line it with ink.

i also have a trusty pentel brush pen that i love DEARLY and feel bad for not having used in a while for reasons i will get to.

when i work on calendar pieces traditionally, i like to draw lines with ink - i use a dip pen with exchangeable nibs - and then color with watercolors. i have several sets because they’re all slightly different and i want the Range.

i sometimes travel with a little sketchbook in my bag and an assortment of pens, so that i can sketch Anytime, Anywhere. i think doodling with a pen can be very useful because you gotta become comfortable with the mistakes and imperfections and keep going anyway. if i doodle at work that’s the tools i have - regular ball pens and a bunch of paper lying around.

HOW DO I BALANCE BETWEEN DIGITAL AND TRADITIONAL ART?

currently, i... don’t, really. it was easier when i had school, and i would just doodle freely and then maybe use some of my sketches as thumbnails or concept ideas. it’s harder now that i need to intentionally sit down with my sketchbook, and tbh... the ipad works very well for sketching. it’s so CONVENIENT and i have WORK all the time and my time to create art has become much more limited than it was. i miss going to my weirdo art high school where we would try out a whole bunch of different tools and methods. sure, yes, i had to paint with Acrylics My Beloathed, but getting to play around in different mediums is VERY valuable.

i genuinely want to be able to make more time and space for non-digital art again, but i just don’t have the ability to right now. it’s also different now that i’ve moved away from my parent’s place - i used to have an enormous desk and my mother has a large collection of art tools and there was a lot more storage space for whatever i created. digital art is very convenient and very accessible. ah well!

HOW DO I DECIDE ON THE COLOR FOR MY LINEART?

i usually line in black or a very dark color, and when i’m done coloring + shading i might play around with the colors and see what works. if you lock the layer you can just throw all the spaghetti at the wall you want. i decide on whatever fits the piece. i tend to be pretty fast and loose about it too, sometimes you can probably spot parts of my lineart that have slightly mismatchy color, but it’s like... done is better than perfect! i don’t have the energy to overlook every single pixel of my piece or else i would drive myself utterly mad.

HOPE THIS ANSWERS ANYTHING AT ALL!! THANKS FOR ASKING!!!

#art advice #(tag for archival purposes not to imply my methods are gospel)#everyone has their own ways!!!

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