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Translation - Heart no Kuni no Alice - The Scent of Roses - Chapter 3: Midnight Guest

Summary as copied from Wonderful Wonder World wiki: On a bright Sunday afternoon, a rabbit in clothes appears in front of a sleeping Alice. Did you mean “Alice in Wonderland”? On the contrary, the rabbit transforms into a handsome man! Suddenly Alice gets swept into the man’s arms and they jump down into a hole that leads them to the Country of Hearts. Even though there’s a fairy tale atmosphere, Wonderland is an incredible and dangerous world. How can Alice return to her world?

Author: Quinrose and Uozumi Yukiko

ISBN: 978-4042865142

Even after waking from the dream, she was still in a dream.

As she got out of bed, the first thing that caught her eye was a lamp shaped like a hat. This does not belong in Alice's room in the real world. Realizing that the dream world was still in progress, she sighed deeply.

Still, she felt somewhat calmer than yesterday. Rather than calm, perhaps it would be better to say she had resigned herself to it. If this isn't real anyway, she might as well enjoy it, she thought.

... Was she this careless of a person? But I can't handle this world with a sane mindset.

This world, being as absurd as it is, also has time flowing in an erratic manner. As I stood up and opened the curtains, the time shifted from evening to midday. The heart-wrenchingly beautiful crimson sky was swiftly overtaken by a clear blue.

She had no idea when it will be day again or when night will break. If there's not a single certainty in this world, it makes sense that the inhabitants act in a disorderly fashion.

After getting ready, Alice left her room.

Escaping the maze-like mansion and stepping into the garden, she spotted a man with distinctive ears walking around.

He was known as "Chick Rabbit" Elliot. Perhaps remembering the fear from when she was aimed at with a gun, she instinctively braced myself.

"Hey, Alice!"

She intended to pretend that she didn't notice him and pass by, but he came running up to her with a beaming smile. He looked more like a loyal dog than a rabbit.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm doing nothing. If I had to say, I was just thinking about going outside."

As she spoke, Alice gradually widened the distance between them. She had to make sure she had an escape route in case he decided to pull out his gun.

"Hey, why are you running away?"

When she was about twice his height away, Elliot raised his voice in annoyance. Just as she managed to create some distance, he started closing in again with his dog-like persistence.

"Hey, what's got you so scared? Did I do something to you?"

"You did! You tried to kill me!"

"Oh, that? Forget about it." Elliot brushed it off casually. "You sure cling to boring stuff."

Alice felt an impulse to grab his unnecessarily long ears and pull them off.

"Yes, I cling to things. By the way, I'm the type who holds grudges for a long time."

"Ah, I'm sorry then. I won't do something like that again."

"Really?"

"I promise. If you think I'm lying, you can bet on the carrot burger for dinner."

"That’s not a bet at all. I don’t want a carrot burger."

"Come on, don’t force yourself! It’s a carrot burger with thick carrot between carrot bread! Just imagining it makes you drool, right?"

Alice almost said, “That’s only you,” but stopped herself. Elliot, lost in thoughts of the carrot burger, had a pure gaze like a lovestruck girl.

It was throwing her off her rhythm. Despite her first impression, Alice couldn’t help but feel like he was actually a friendly guy, which was troubling.

"Hey, is Elliot a bad guy?"

"Huh? Oh, I'm a major villain. I mean, isn’t there any mafia that isn’t bad?"

"That’s a rather blunt way to put it."

"In my world, there are mafias too, but what do the mafias in this world do?"

"Well, let’s see. They get angry, kill, and do various things."

"................... So concise."

"There are things in this world that are better left unknown," Elliot said with a light wink. "But don't worry. The grounds of the Mad Hatter Family are safe. I won’t allow you to come to any harm."

Alice couldn't help but wonder where the safety was in a place where all the servants carried guns.

On the flip side, it might be frightening if she were to become an enemy, but there’s probably no other organization as reassuring as this one if you count them as allies.

"But listen, when you go outside, be careful. We're in the midst of a turf war. If you wander around carelessly, you might get killed."

"Turf war? Who's fighting whom?"

"You really don't know anything, do you? This world is in conflict between the three forces: the Castle of Hearts, the Amusement Park, and the Mad Hatter Family."

The Castle of Hearts. The Amusement Park. The Mad Hatter Family.

A question mark floated above Alice's head. The first and the last seemed fine, but the "Amusement Park" in the middle felt out of place. Why would a facility meant for entertainment have to participate in a turf war?

"It’s a rather complicated world here."

"Really? When you meet an enemy, it’s just bang! It’s a simple rule."

He made a gun shape with his fingers and pretended to shoot at Alice’s chest. It may be a simple rule, but if possible, she’d rather not get too involved.

"So, when you go outside, you might want to ask Blood first. He’ll arrange for transportation or provide a bodyguard, among other things."

It might be safe, but that would also be a troublesome consideration. However, having decided to enjoy the dream world, Alice felt a desire to see what lay outside the grounds. As long as it was to a degree where she wouldn’t get killed. "Hey, where is Blood now? Is he working?"

"No, I think he's in his room. But if you're going to see him at this time, be careful. He's in a really bad mood."

—

Going to see someone known to be in a bad mood isn’t exactly a thrilling prospect.

After having breakfast in the dining room, Alice headed to Blood's room with scones baked by the in-house chef as a gift. According to the servants, he would at least be cheerful as long as he had delicious tea and scones.

“Blood. It’s me, Alice.”

She knocked on the largest door at the end of the hallway. However, there was no reply.

After hesitating for a moment, she decided to try turning the doorknob. To her surprise, the door opened without resistance.

“... Blood?”

She peeked inside cautiously.

There was a comforting, nostalgic scent in the air. It was the distinctive smell of a room filled with an extensive collection of books. In a world that was otherwise strange and bizarre, it felt as if she had found a commonality with reality.

Drawn to the books, Alice took a step into the room.

It was then that she finally noticed the presence of another person. Blood was lying on the sofa, asleep.

... What is this man doing, sleeping in the middle of the day?

Still holding the scone bag tightly, Alice recalled how her pet cat, Dinah, walked and approached Blood quietly to avoid making any noise. The sofa was spacious, but there was a magnificent canopied bed at the back of the room. She couldn’t help but think that he would catch a cold if he slept here.

Peering at his peaceful sleeping face, she noticed his azure eyes were framed by surprisingly long eyelashes. He had a well-defined nose and beautifully shaped lips with a clean jawline.

The more she looked, the more he resembled that person, and Alice felt disappointed in herself once again. Was she trying to entrust the unfulfilled romance of her reality to this dream world? If so, what a simplistic thought process she had.

... But he is entirely different from that person.

Suddenly, a faint fragrance wafted by her nose, a rose scent that tingled sweetly in her brain.

"Is there something on my face?"

"Ah!"

She was suddenly pulled by her right arm and drawn close, losing her balance and falling against Blood’s chest.

"Or did you come to take my life? I commend you for your courage to challenge me without weapons."

"It’s not like that; let go!"

Despite the smile on his lips, his eyes retained a cold, icy blue gaze. The sharpness of an icy blade felt like it was pressed against her neck, sending a shiver down her spine.

How could she have thought of him as a good person?

She felt like a powerless insect. In front of him, her existence felt lighter. She knew that with just a flick of his hand, he could take her life, which seemed trivial and insignificant.

Feeling an unfathomable presence, Alice was struck by the realization that she found Blood terrifying. Just aiming a gun and directing clear murderous intent made Elliot seem easier to understand.

"I'll say it again. Let go of my hand."

Yet, Alice continued to act bravely. The hardness of his chest felt solid through his shirt, and warmth spread from her trembling fingers.

"You know I have no intention of killing you."

"If you have no intent, then why have you been staring at my face for so long? With that kind of passionate gaze, one might misunderstand that you were going to kiss me."

"Why would I have to kiss you?"

"Was I mistaken? You do seem to tease me."

He whispered in her ear, and she resisted more fiercely. Blood watched her with a smile as if he found it amusing. She felt as though she had been teased since the moment she opened the door to this room.

"You closely resemble someone I know," she said, turning her face away. "That’s why I was looking. There’s no other reason."

"Is he an acquaintance? ... I see. What’s your relationship with that man?"

"What relationship? He was my former tutor, and I'm his student."

Upon saying that, Blood clicked his tongue.

"What a depraved man."

"... Huh?"

"To make a move on his pupil, that’s quite despicable. Or did you tempt him?"

Blood's fingers traced Alice’s jawline. For some reason, it felt like she was being interrogated.

"It’s not like that at all! ... I just developed feelings on my own. It’s not the relationship you’re thinking of."

As she spoke, her words grew weaker. Looking back, Alice doubted whether it was even a relationship that could be called romantic. She had no intention of denying her past self, but perhaps she had merely fallen in love with the idea of love.

But she did love him. Just the mere kiss made her heart race, enough to keep her awake at nights. "Having him overlap with another man doesn't feel very good."

His voice tone dropped slightly.

"I'm sorry. You’re right; I was being rude too. But…"

"You're already broken up, right?"

The scenery turned upside down.

She was pushed down by Blood, and her back sank into the sofa. His face was so close that she could feel his breath. He held her wrist tightly, making it impossible for her to resist no matter how hard she tried.

... What? What is this situation?

Alice looked up into his azure eyes.

"You’re trying to enjoy this world to some extent. If you had a lover in your original world, you would be too desperate to return, seeking any clues about this 'game.'"

That was certainly true, as Blood had said. She wanted to return to her original world, but on the other hand, she couldn’t deny her interest in this world. If she still had strong feelings for that person, she would be desperately searching for clues to “the game” to somehow get back.

"What a crazy man. To let go of a woman who gazes at him so earnestly. If it were me... I would never let her go."

His lips slowly drew closer.

"W-Wait a minute!"

Just as it seemed he would kiss her, she turned her face away. Blood buried his face in Alice's hair, chuckling softly.

"You're unfriendly. You were the one who came to me for a night visit."

"I'm not joking!" she glared at him. "Besides, you call it a night visit, but it’s daytime, isn’t it? As the boss, skipping work is questionable."

"Daytime makes me sleepy and lazy."

He released her wrist, getting up effortlessly.

Alice hurried to get up as well, staring in astonishment at the man who was stifling a yawn. She had been considering kicking him if he did anything more, so it was a bit of a letdown that he so easily released her from his grasp.

"Don’t worry, I don’t intend to replace your old boyfriend. I dislike troublesome matters. You feel the same, right?"

... What’s wrong with this guy? He’s mocking and teasing her.

"Yes, that's right. I'm not in the mood for romance. Especially not with you."

She said it clearly, feeling a bit relieved.

"Haha, you really are a delightful and peculiar girl."

"I don't want to hear that from you."

"I've heard that outsiders are charming beings, and that might indeed be true."

Blood rang a bell to call a servant and had them prepare a set of afternoon tea for one. Without even being asked, scones and cakes were laid out in front of Alice.

"You came to read a book, right? Before night falls, I’m going to take another nap, so you just take your time."

"I'm not here to disrupt your nap. Besides, I didn't come here to read today..."

"Just stay here."

He strongly grabbed her arm, preventing her from getting up.

As Alice returned to the sofa, Blood crossed his legs and closed his eyes contentedly, despite there being a perfectly good bed just a short distance away.

Really, what exactly does he want? Alice thought.

"Hey, if you’re holding my arm, I can’t read my book."

"Oh, is that so? That’s unfortunate."

He showed no sign of releasing her arm. She wasn’t so idle or generous to indulge the whims of this boss.

Eventually, Blood began to breathe softly.

It didn’t seem like he was pretending this time. She couldn’t understand what he was thinking. One moment he would shoot her a frosty glare, and the next, he would say something selfish to keep Alice close, like a child who had acquired a rare toy.

... Yes, he’s an adult, but he’s like a child.

A cynical, whimsical, somewhat detached child. She could understand him because she saw similar traits in herself. How many toys had he picked up and discarded until now?

Alice let out a sigh. "Goodnight, cute child, until summer comes again. … No, that’s not right. In your case, it would be until night comes."

She used to murmur this to her cat, Dinah, when she napped, kissing her forehead. She would wrap her in a white feather blanket and watch his tail gather sunlight.

Sweet Dinah. If she had known it would turn out like this, she should have brought her along. If she had known it would be a while before they met again, she wouldn’t have gotten mad about her playing with the yarn.

His breathing seemed to serve as a lullaby, and gradually, drowsiness began to wash over Alice. With her hand still connected to Blood’s, she closed her eyelids.

And once more, she dreamed that dream.

By the second time, she had grown accustomed to the sensation of floating.

"You seem to have adjusted to this world."

The gloomy, pallid eyepatch man floated beside Alice. For some reason, it seemed he was wearing a slightly happier expression.

"Yes. Now that I've accepted it’s a dream, I’ve started to find many things unimportant. Everyone is kind, and as long as I stay in that mansion, I feel like I can somehow survive."

"That’s good. Get to know this world more and more, and come to love it. To the point where you can’t think of anything else."

"Is that so?"

While she thought the treatment wasn’t bad, it didn’t change her desire to return. For Alice, this world felt akin to staying at an amusement park. If there’s an opening time, there must also be a closing time. No matter how fun and exciting it is, everyone will eventually go home.

"... That's true. Fine, you might think that way for now."

"So, I told you not to read my thoughts."

"I can’t help it. That’s how nightmares are."

He said without remorse.

"Hey."

Alice looked up at him.

"You said everyone here would come to like me, right?"

"Yeah. That’s why you’re here."

"If that’s the case, I should be safe no matter where I go in this world, right?"

"I didn't say that much. In fact, you’ve almost been killed a couple of times, haven’t you?"

Alice tilted her head slightly. It felt like there was a contradiction in what he was saying.

"You don’t instantly become liked upon first meeting. In the beginning, there will be those who harbor hostility or murderous intent towards you, like that March Hare."

"March Hare?"

"Elliot March."

"Oh..."

Now that she thought about it, during their first meeting, he had tried to shoot her down like she was a bug.

"Under normal circumstances, you would have been dead by now. It was dangerous."

He began to say something unsettling.

"Not everyone likes people unconditionally. They like you because of who you are. However, it doesn’t mean they’ll suddenly be fond of you, and there’s no denying that this world is filled with danger."

"Hmm… So, essentially, it means I could still be killed plenty of times?"

In response to Alice’s question, the Nightmare remained silent. In other words, "Yes." Even in dreams, it appeared that not everything would go according to plan. Regardless, she absolutely hated the thought of experiencing pain.

"That's terrifying. There are three major forces fighting for territory in this place, right? So no matter where I go, it’s always in a state of conflict."

"That can’t be helped; it’s that kind of game. Everyone has roles, and they participate with that understanding... But you are different."

ightmare floated around Alice, whispering in a low voice. His breath was cold, making the temperature drop. It felt as though the darkness deepened.

"Their game doesn’t concern you. You are here to advance your own game."

—Her own game.

"That's right. Before the contents of the small bottle are filled."

Day follows night and night follows evening. Evening follows day.

Time in this world is capricious. She had long since given up the idea of living a regular life.

But the adaptability of humans is terrifying, and as she spent random times, her body became accustomed to it. There was no longer any discomfort in sleeping during the day or evening. The only problem was finding the right timing to do laundry.

"Hey, how much are you getting paid?"

On that day, which marked the return of daylight after roughly five time periods, the twin gatekeepers came by while she was hanging out laundry in the courtyard. Even though they were supposed to be working, they casually slacked off.

"Um… are you Dum?"

"Yeah."

The gatekeeper in the red uniform raised his hand. It would be easier to identify them if they wore the same color every day, but since they occasionally switched, it was a hassle. However, if one looked closely, their eye colors were different, so as Alice kept seeing them almost every day, she felt like she was starting to tell them apart… she thought.

"Listen, Dum, talking about money is a sensitive topic. It’s not something you outright ask someone to their face."

"But I’m curious. If you’re getting paid more than us, then we need to go negotiate for a raise right away. Right, brother?"

"I think so too, brother. We also need to propose further improvements to our benefits."

Sitting on the grass, the two of them were discussing employment improvements. Since very few people visited the mansion, they probably had some spare time on their hands.

In exchange for being allowed to stay at the mansion, Alice had begun helping the servants with their work. When daytime came, she did the laundry, and by evening, she cleaned the great hall. Fortunately, the grounds were large, so there was plenty of work to be done.

Having things to do was wonderful. As Blood would say, boredom is the enemy.

In truth, she was receiving a salary from him. At first, she had declined, but he said, "If you think you’re not doing work worthy of the pay, you should quit. If not, then you should accept it," which made her reconsider.

Blood was undoubtedly an irritating man, but as a boss, he was competent. Many families stationed in the mansion admired him. He had a good eye for people and accurately assessed their work. However, on the flip side, he mercilessly cut ties with those he deemed useless.

"... But that guy doesn’t seem very boss-like."

While hanging the sheets, she muttered to herself.

During the day, they mostly seemed lethargic and spent their nights doing desk work. It was quite different from Alice's imagined image of a mafia.

"Hey, is the Mad Hatter Family really managing to get by?"

"It would be a problem if we weren't."

"That’s true, you’d get laid off."

The twins reacted immediately.

"But when I see Blood, I can’t help but worry a bit. He seems to be so laid-back, carefree, or something like that."

"That's mostly because Elliot takes care of the fieldwork."

"There’s hardly any work that requires the boss to get his hands dirty."

"The fieldwork..." A sudden, bloody scene came to mind. "Right. That’s true. Elliot gives off a hands-on vibe."

Elliot works for Blood. He trusts Blood and has sworn absolute loyalty to him.

Certainly, the head of an organization must be protected. If something were to happen to Blood, not only would the organization be shaken, but the balance among the three forces would also collapse. The three-way stalemate would undergo a significant change, and their game would reach some kind of turning point.

Alice couldn’t comprehend the rules of this world. However, she understood that Blood played an important role in the game known as the turf war. If compared to a deck of cards, he would be considered a strong card, one used as a trump card.

"Hey, big sis, you should skip the laundry and come play with us!"

As he ducked under the sheets, Dee wrapped around Alice’s skirt. "Adults have a duty to take care of children."

"Exactly. Abandoning your duties will affect your evaluation. If you do, your pay might decrease."

"Y-You little... I still don't know when the next daytime will come, so I have to hang the laundry now!"

"Well, you can hang it next time the day comes." With a snap of his fingers, Dee said it like it was a great idea.

"Then let’s play until then, okay? Right, big sis?"

The two chimed in together, insisting on playing. It was irritating to have her work interrupted, but it felt genuinely nice to be adored. After living under the same roof, Alice realized that although they had their dark sides, they also displayed childlike qualities.

"Hey, you two! What do you think you’re doing slacking off?!"

Elliot appeared, twirling a gun with his fingers. His proud rabbit ears were twitching, a gesture of anger.

"That’s right, brother. Well then, sister, let’s play again later."

The two of them picked up their axes and dashed off like rabbits. Elliot ignored them and fired his gun wildly, but such scenes had already become part of daily life.

Alice truly thought adaptation was frightening. If she stayed in this world, would she eventually be able to handle a gun with ease?

"Ugh, those wage thiefs."

Returning his gun to his belt, Elliot clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"By the way, you are their supervisor, right? I completely forgot."

"Hey, don’t forget! That'll just make me sad. Besides, those guys definitely look down on me."

Elliot slumped down on the spot.

"Are you okay? You look tired."

"Ah, I've been pretty busy with work lately."

His ears twitched. Why did she feel an urge to grab long things?

"Is Blood working you too hard?"

"It's fine. I'm working because I want to," Elliot said, a bit smug. "There's a big job coming up next night shift too. I need to be pumped for it."

"… That sounds like a life-threatening job." Alice asked just to be sure.

"Well, yeah."

As expected, he didn't say much about his work. However, with that brief response, Alice had come to be able to make some guesses.

The inhabitants of this world all seemed to take life lightly. Not just the lives of others, but their own lives as well. At first, Alice thought it was because of the mafia profession, but after staying for a while, she began to feel that the fundamental values were inherently different.

"Wait, are you actually worried about me?"

"Of course I am. If you die, I won’t be able to touch you anymore."

Unable to hold back, Alice roughly grabbed Elliot's ears. The velvety, plush texture was so pleasant that it made her blush without thinking.

"Ouch! Ouch, ouch, ouch!"

"Why are your ears so cute? Are you trying to lure me in? Hey, you are trying to lure me in, right?"

"Cute!! No, they’re not cute! This is ridiculous, Alice! Ouch, ouch, ouch!"

The big man, with his orange hair, looked like he was about to cry. It was a strange story that a professional killer would lose all resolve just from having his ears pulled.

After enjoying the sensation for a while, Alice finally released her grip. Looking at his ears made her lose her composure. She certainly was not at all inclined to animal abuse.

"That’s harsh… so harsh, Alice."

"I'm sorry! I didn’t mean to bully you. I just wanted to express my concern for you."

She apologized while patting his head affectionately. At first, she thought he was a scary person, but now she felt close enough to grab his ears without hesitation. Living together made it natural to develop feelings of fondness.

"Hey, Alice, do you dislike me?"

He looked at her with pleading eyes.

"I don’t dislike you."

"Really? … That’s good. I like you too!"

She hadn’t exactly said she liked him, but his beaming smile was so bright that she didn’t feel like nitpicking about the details.

"I can kind of understand why Blood likes you."

"Huh? Stop joking around."

"I'm not joking. If he didn’t like you, he wouldn’t let you stay in the mansion or invite you to tea parties. It means he has acknowledged you as a family member."

"That’s a pretty bad joke."

What on earth is so tragic that she has to debut as a mafia member? She was grateful for being provided a room, but she did not have the slightest intention of getting deeply involved with the organization.

"Don't you want to become one of us?"

"If you're asking whether I want to become a mafia member, then of course I don't. I want nothing to do with a job that operates through violence. Our values are just too different."

"Values, huh? I get it; you're a well-bred young lady." But then…

"Please don’t say it’s a necessary evil."

Alice knew the world wasn't all pretty words. She also understood that the mafia functions as a part of the system in this world. Still, it wasn’t an occupation to wholeheartedly embrace, and she doubted they desired that either. An organization is feared by people for a reason. Its value lies in its notoriety. Therefore, even while being indebted to them, Alice could condemn them openly.

"I don’t think of it as a necessary evil, and I don’t care about that stuff. I’m just satisfied being needed by Blood. I don’t need anything else."

He stated it clearly, expressing a loyalty that could be considered admirable, resembling a mirror of his devotion.

“... Ah, wait a minute, Alice. When I said I don’t need anything else, you’re not included in that, okay?”

"I’m fine. You don’t need to rush to add that."

For Elliot, it was impossible for anyone to be on the same level as himself and Blood. He had every right to be concerned in that regard.

"That's not what I mean! I like you!"

The large figure leaned closer, blocking out the sun and casting a shadow over Alice's head. She instinctively took three steps back.

"Okay, okay... I get it, so calm down."

"Do you really get it?"

"With you being so clear about it, there’s no way I wouldn’t understand."

Alice said soothingly. Almost immediately, Elliot cheered up and moved his ears in excitement. He expressed his emotions straightforwardly without any gimmick. It was simply about whether he liked or disliked someone; there was no ambiguity in that.

Alice didn’t wish to become like him, but she felt a little envious. There wasn’t a single person who wouldn’t feel something when they saw a smile that said, "I like you." It was certainly better than being told, "I dislike you." She didn’t think too deeply about what he meant by "like." Whether it was as an outsider fond of her or if he truly felt affection... she decided to refrain from thinking about things that wouldn’t yield answers for now.

"Thank you, Elliot."

Alice stretched up and patted his head again. For a brief moment, he made a disgruntled face, but soon enough, he leaned into her hand.

"You’re kind, Alice."

"That’s not true. It’s just normal."

"No, you’re kind. Even though you're saying you don’t want to be one of us, you are still kind to me, the kids, and the servants. Because of that, I think Blood won’t let you go easily... not just Blood, but me too."

After saying that, Elliot paused for a moment. He captured the hand that was patting his head and looked down at her with a wistful expression.

Alice felt weak against this person, against those eyes. They provoked a desire to protect him, that timid gaze making her want to embrace him and reassure him. After comforting him, she would want to pull his ears again and tease him. In many ways, he was a dangerous presence for her.

"Stay in this mansion forever... If Alice disappears, it’ll be lonely."

"Isn’t the probability of you disappearing higher than mine? You’re doing dangerous work that wouldn’t allow you to get life insurance."

It wasn't unusual for Elliot to be hit by a stray bullet, and the likelihood of being killed with clear malice was even higher.

"I’ve been worried about you this whole time," she said.

"I'm happy you're worried about me, but I'm okay," Elliot replied with a confident face as if to say, ‘Leave it to me.’ "You think you can’t be killed that easily? Well, even if something happens to me, Blood will make sure to put me out of my misery."

"... Huh?"

Alice looked up, bewildered.

"He promised that he would make sure I won’t be replaced. So I don’t have anything to fear."

Alice didn’t understand the meaning of his words. If something were to happen to Elliot, the first thing to do would be to take him to the hospital. What did putting him out of his misery mean?

Yet Elliot, after saying that, entered the mansion.

—

Time slowly shifted from day to night.

Alice absentmindedly watched the clear blue sky change into the colors of twilight from the window of her room. Suddenly, she remembered and reached into the pocket of her skirt.

Unconsciously, she had been carrying the small bottle with her at all times. It was a horrifying memory, but she remembered that rabbit man, Peter White, had made her drink its contents all at once. Yet, somehow, the bottle now held about a third of its liquid.

Could it be that Peter secretly refilled the contents without her noticing? No, that thought was absurd. He was said to be the chancellor of the Castle of Hearts, so it would be nearly impossible for him to step into this mansion uninvited.

What on earth is going on? Why are the contents increasing on its own? Without even understanding the rules of this game, Alice just continued to live her daily life.

She was getting along well with the servants, and both the twin gatekeepers and Elliot were kind to her. During the day, she read books in Blood's room, spreading her wings in a world that was neither dream nor reality. Whenever Alice visited, Blood would always greet her with a happy smile. She had been comparing him to her former lover less and less.

To her surprise, she had quickly adapted to this world. In other words, she had found a place to belong.

... It was Blood who created that place for her. There was no denying that.

After confirming that it had grown completely dark outside, Alice left her room. She had decided to visit Blood's room at night. She didn't want to disturb him while he was napping and end up entangled with him like before.

However, Blood was not in his room.

It was unusual, so Alice decided to take a stroll in search of him. Not finding him inside the mansion, she extended her search to the garden, softly lit by elegant outdoor lamps. She navigated through the silent trees but still couldn’t find him. Alice headed toward the mansion's gate and called out to the twins who were sitting on the ground, engrossed in knife-throwing practice.

"... What will you do if you accidentally hit a passerby with those things?"

"Oh, it’s the big sis!"

As soon as the twins saw Alice, they ran over with smiles, joyfully welcoming her as if their mother had just come home from work.

"Hey, did you come to play? Yeah, you promised earlier." Dum clung to her arm.

"But you’re on duty, right? You’re going to get scolded by Elliot again."

"It’s fine. He’s not here." Dum smiled slyly and continued. "Not only is he not here, but he might never come back."

"Huh?"

Alice echoed, confused.

"Speaking of which... you mentioned there’s a big job coming up next night."

"Yeah, that’s right," Dee replied this time. "A kill-or-be-killed situation. With the boss."

Kill-or-be-killed.

It was a word that, while ordinary in this world, felt utterly unreal to Alice as it raced through her mind at high speed.

That’s right, that’s the job of the mafia. Alice thought she understood that Elliot lived in a world where pretty words wouldn’t suffice. But,

"Why is Blood involved too? You just said most jobs don’t require the boss to get involved."

"Sometimes there are jobs that require the boss to take action."

Dee said it with a nonchalant expression.

"Wait a minute. In that case, what would happen if something were to happen to Blood?"

"Hmm, I guess we’d lose the one who pays us, right? Brother?"

"But someone else will come to take their place. We could just get paid by that person, right, brother?"

"You two are... "

The twins started exchanging opinions about their future plans, completely ignoring Alice’s distress.

Come to think of it, there were notably fewer family members around tonight. This must mean that this "job" is quite significant.

Alice turned on her heel and headed back toward the mansion.

It’s fine; with Elliot around, Blood should be safe. There’s no need to worry. I shouldn’t feel anxious about anything.

After all, this is a dream. Every time I confront something I can’t understand, I’ve always managed to get through it with that mantra. Whether it’s evening following night, bullets flying during tea parties, or the contents of the bottle increasing on their own, it’s all a dream. It was easy to accept that these were events in a dream world.

However, I had never considered the possibility of Blood disappearing. If something were to happen to him tonight...

Would I still be able to look at the situation from above with my usual detached perspective of "it’s a dream"?

... I don’t know. Because my feelings are definitely here. At the very least, I certainly feel gratitude toward Blood, and the death of someone close would be sad. Yes, the feeling of sadness would surely remain.

"What’s wrong with you… at least say goodbye before you go."

Despite my nature of disliking interference, I felt irritated. No, perhaps I was trying to disguise my anxiety by turning it into irritation.

—Sister, you’re so cold.

My little sister Edith murmured. She looked at me with the same spirited eyes.

—Aren't you sad at all?

There’s no way I wouldn’t be sad. After all, Mother has died. There’s no way I wouldn’t be sad.

"You’re terrible, sister. Not crying at a time like this. I want to cry. But I don’t have the right to cry.

—It’s your fault, sister.

That’s right. It’s my fault. Will I hurt people no matter where I go? I’m sorry, Edith.

I’m sorry... sister.

___

"……Hmm."

In the dim light, I reached out my hand.

Instead of grasping at emptiness, warmth was layered over it. Gaining an unexpected warmth, Alice slowly opened her eyelids. The scent brushing against her nose was somehow nostalgic and sweet, reminiscent of a May rose garden.

“To think you would seek me out even in dreams, what an honor.”

... Huh?

As my blurred vision gradually became clearer, I realized that a man was sitting on the bed, looking down at Alice. His azure eyes peeked out from beneath his fringe, and he had a faint smile on his lips. Everything about him was familiar.

“Blood...?”

“Good evening, my lady.”

“Eh!?!?”

Alice jumped up from the bed in a panic. The camisole-style nightgown was rather revealing, accentuating her slender collarbone and shoulders, but now was not the time to worry about that.

Blood was in Alice's room.

With a relaxed smile, he held Alice's hand while seated on the bed.

“Why are you here...?”

“You are my guest. What’s wrong with visiting a guest?”

“What’s wrong is… you don’t think this situation is bad? You must be out of your mind.”

Her head was spinning. She was sure she had locked the door. Yet there was one obvious reason why this man could easily enter her room.

“... The master key.”

“I can get in without using something like that. Of course, I won’t reveal how.”

He slowly crossed his legs and kissed Alice's hand.

“That’s disgusting.” She shook her hand away and glared at him. “Is that what a gentleman does? Just because you're the highest-ranking one, it doesn’t mean you can invade someone’s room!”

“I was merely looking at your sleeping face. If I were not a gentleman, it would not have ended there.”

He continued with a nonchalant tone.

“Furthermore, it was you who first made a nighttime visit.”

“You know...”

That was pushing the limits of reasoning. It was so infuriating that she found herself addressing the homeowner as "you."

“Since you're here, it means your work is done, right?”

“Yeah, that’s right. But how do you know that?”

“That doesn’t matter, does it?”

Looking at him, he seemed uninjured and perfectly fine. He appeared as if he had just come back from grocery shopping for dinner. If he returned out of breath, it would be troublesome, but being too energetic was just as irritating.

Why did Alice even worry about a man like this, even for a moment? When she really thought about it, a brazen man like him wouldn't die so easily. Even if she shot him in the heart a million times with a machine gun, he’d probably still order tea with a calm face. Alice let out a big sigh.

"So, is Elliot safe?"

"Why?"

"I'm asking because I’m worried. That guy is always covered in injuries; he should think a little more..."

Just like that, Alice was pushed down.

She could see the ceiling beyond Blood’s face. Hadn’t she found herself in a similar situation just the other day?

"... Are you more worried about Elliot than me?"

His voice was calm, yet chilling.

To give someone a feeling of awe with a mere glance is quite something. How many strong individuals has he made tremble with those eyes?

"You’re looking as healthy as can be. If you wanted me to worry that much, you could have at least taken a bullet."

"That’s true; I suppose you’re right. I’ll consider that for next time."

She hoped he wouldn’t take that suggestion seriously. With him, there was a genuine fear that he might actually do it.

"However, I didn’t know you and Elliot were that close."

Is he still going on about that?

"Did you seduce him? Just like you did with that man who's so much like me?"

"…!"

It felt like all the blood in her body was boiling.

But if she lost her temper here, it would mean defeat. She knew it was just a provocation. He was simply enjoying her reaction. Still, Alice thought: to hear that from someone with a face so similar to his...

She didn’t want her relationship with that person to be used as bait for such provocations.

She hated men like this.

She’s not the cute type who would worry about a man she disliked, especially one who resembles the man she adored while being fundamentally gloomy, negative, and cold-hearted.

"Let go of my hand."

"What if I say no?"

"I’ll scream at the top of my lungs."

"Go ahead, but it’d be futile. I wouldn’t recommend it."

Alice bit her lower lip. This was Blood's stage. Calling for help would be pointless. She knew that.

"What’s wrong? Why don’t you call your beloved Elliot?"

"Seriously, you’re such an infuriating man. Do you think Elliot will protect me from you?"

The one Elliot trusts above all else in this world is Blood. If it was Blood’s order, he would mercilessly kill Alice without hesitation.

No matter how often Elliot said he "liked" her, no matter how close they became, that would always be the case.

"Why are you so fixated on Elliot anyway?"

"I’m not fixated."

Blood lowered his voice, feigning indignation.

"You are my guest, not Elliot's. You can do as you please in this mansion, but I don’t find it amusing that you only care about my underlings. That’s all there is to it."

"?"

Alice replayed Blood’s words in her mind.

Finding it amusing that she only cared about the underlings? ... What’s with this guy? Is he sulking or something?

"There's no way," Alice thought. A man who is a mafia boss wouldn’t sulk just because he’s being ignored by a young girl. Probably.

"What’s wrong? What are you staring at?"

"Nothing," She replied curtly. "Or do you think I’d say that you’re the only one in my sights?"

He slightly loosened his grip on her wrist and smiled.

"If you say something like that, I can't help but wonder what kind of trap you’ve set. ... Of course, if it’s your trap, I’d gladly fall for it."

With a faint smile, Blood placed his hand on Alice's throat. His thumb pressed slightly into the carotid artery.

For a moment, Alice thought she was going to be killed.

Her body tensed, but instead of harming Alice, Blood gently ran his fingers through her long chestnut hair, as one would do when putting a child to sleep.

... So what does that even mean?

Just because she was treated kindly, Alice wouldn’t falter. She wouldn't entrust her heart to a man who reeked of gunpowder while barging into a woman's room.

"... W-What is it?"

A sudden look of agitation crossed Blood's face.

"Why are you going to cry?"

"I'm not crying."

Alice felt on the verge of tears; but she was not actually crying. A whirlwind of emotions had mixed together, and she was simply feeling that way. She certainly didn’t think of herself as the type of woman who openly weeps.

"Why do you panic just because it seems like I might cry?"

"You’re usually calm. You’re not the type to cry."

Alice looked up at him with a puzzled expression. She was completely at a loss. He could frighten and control people with various methods, yet he panicked at the mere thought of her having tears in her eyes.

"Could it be that someone is treating you poorly?"

“What are you talking about?”

She was beyond exasperation; she could only laugh.

"How can you not realize that you're doing something terrible yourself?"

"Is it my fault?"

"Of course it is. It's remarkable that you can say such a thing in this situation."

"If it’s my fault, then fine. But I can’t allow anyone else to do anything terrible to you."

What in the world is that? Alice felt utterly deflated.

He was acting like a child who was moody at the thought of having his newly acquired toy taken away. That wasn’t affection or goodwill; it was nothing but sheer possessiveness.

If he wanted to monopolize her, he could threaten her with a gun or raise his fists. If he resorted to violence, she could hate him without hesitation.

"... Don’t cry."

And yet, Blood was rubbing Alice's cheeks desperately with an agitated expression. It wasn’t a smooth way to gently wipe away tears; it looked like he was literally trying to scrub them away. As a result, her face hurt. He probably thought he was trying to comfort her.

"Okay, okay, that’s enough. More importantly, you look tired, right? You should get some rest soon."

Alice couldn’t be pinned down forever. This kind of scenario was a major problem, especially when they weren’t even lovers.

"… Yeah, I’m definitely tired."

As if he had just thought of it, Blood nodded. Then, without warning, he flopped down next to Alice.

"Why are you sleeping here!?!?"

"You told me to rest."

That wasn’t what she meant. She had intended to subtly suggest he should return to his own room. But apparently, that message hadn’t gotten through.

"Stay by my side, Alice."

With a firm grip on Alice's slender wrist, Blood whispered to her.

"If you have a scary dream, I’ll wake you up just like before. In return, you will sleep beside me tonight."

Blood's fingers intertwined with Alice's. Their gazes locked, with her hand being held rather forcefully.

"I don’t want to. I don’t want to sleep surrounded by the smell of gunpowder."

Amidst the refined scent of roses, there was a faint undercurrent of iron and gunpowder. Hey, Blood, how many people have you killed tonight? She didn’t have the courage to ask that question with those azure eyes staring back. As Elliot had said, there are some things it’s better not to know. The more she learned, the more burdensome thoughts would weigh her down.

"Don't worry about it. You’ll get used to it soon."

"I don’t want to get used to it."

"I’ll make you accustomed to it. ... For example, like this."

"...!"

With a strong tug, he pulled her into an embrace.

It was no small matter; Alice felt a sense of danger instead. She tried to push back against his broad chest, but she was bound tightly and couldn’t move. Breath from Blood’s mouth brushed against her wide-open neckline, and his lips grazed her neck, barely touching. A shiver ran down her spine, and she unintentionally relaxed her body. Being held by a man on the bed was an experience she had never had before.

"Now, how shall we enjoy this long night, my lady?"

"There’s no need to enjoy anything! I just want to sleep soundly!"

"There are things more important than sleep... Or are you deliberately teasing me? You’re a sinful woman."

As he kissed behind her earlobe, Alice clutched tightly to Blood's shirt.

Please, please don’t let him hear her heartbeat. Alice didn’t want to be misunderstood as being excited. It’s just a surprise at being embraced like this.

"Don’t be so cautious."

"Don’t say unreasonable things. You’re the one doing things that make me cautious!"

With the way he held her and whispered in her ear, she couldn’t maintain her composure. As if to tease Alice, Blood traced the exposed skin of her shoulder with his finger. Gradually, that finger slipped down her arm and into her armpit.

"I thought as much. You’re very pleasant to hold." With a sigh, Blood said this. "But as you pointed out, I’m somewhat tired tonight. And very sleepy."

"Huh?"

"Sweet dreams, Alice."

"Wait, wait a minute, Blood?"

Ignoring Alice, who was in a daze, Blood closed his eyes. It was as if a switch had been turned off; his body relaxed, and that beautiful sleeping face sank into the plush pillow.

“Blood...?”

She called his name several times, but he showed no reaction.

After turning her life upside down, he had fallen asleep, holding Alice tight.

What a selfish, willful, and whimsical man. It was a relief that he was sleeping quietly, but she couldn’t help but feel anger bubbling inside her.

"I can't believe this... you..."

He barged into her room, teased her, and then fell asleep in her bed as if he owned the place. He thought he could indulge in whatever whimsy he wanted, not just with his subordinates but even with Alice, a stranger.

As a freeloader, it was natural for her to follow the rules of the master and this mansion. However, there are still limits to that.

If he thought she would always remain in the position of a freeloader, he was gravely mistaken.

... A grave mistake indeed. Sorry, but,

She was not a caged bird. In her heart, Alice raised her middle finger at the sleeping tyrant.

[ruvviks]

idk what emojis have or havent been sent anymore so if there are any you REEAAALLLYY wanna answer for either of your guys here is your opportunity hehe [:

oc asks!

🎮 VIDEO GAME CONTROLLER — what are three of your oc's favorite hobbies?

heavenly likes keeping a journal! he writes in it a lot and also keeps several notebooks full of vampire encounters and any new information he can gather on them. he enjoys making list and gathering data and this is a very nice and organized way of keeping his brain busy in quieter moments. he also likes to code in his free time, building websites and online games and stuff! also enjoys drawing a lot but he sucks ass at it but he doesn't care, he's still having fun with it

🩸 DROP OF BLOOD — what is your oc's blood type?

heavenly's blood type is AB- :^) it's a rare blood type in the united states which makes his blood very attractive to a lot of vamps which is kind of a bummer for them since heavenly is one of the best vampire hunters in the united states. but also he likes getting his blood sucked so if the vampires would just ask him nicely instead of attacking him they would have a much better shot at getting a taste of that

💤 SLEEPING SIGN — is your oc a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper? how are their sleeping habits?

heavenly is a pretty light sleeper but can very easily fall right back asleep when he's been woken up by something. he tends to sleep throughout most of the morning, wakes up for some lunch/dinner type meal, goes back to bed to take a nap and then spends most of the night up and moving either on a job or running errands and such. sometimes a job will take him into the early morning hours and then he tends to stay up to get some breakfast, and then he will sleep from late morning to early evening instead

🚫 PROHIBITED — does your oc drink/smoke? do they do it regularly, or is it more on occasion or for special events?

heavenly drinks a lot more than he probably should but doesn't smoke because it makes him nauseous. he doesn't like beer or wine so he never touches any of that but he likes cocktails a lot :^) or a good old cola and rum or some other mixed drink. he rarely drinks strong liquors straight from the bottle but if he had to pick something it would be vodka to give his brain a reset

🍝 SPAGHETTI — what is/are your oc's favorite food(s)?

heavenly loves a good stir fry or some really good pasta. adds entirely too much cheese and garlic on almost everything he eats. absolutely addicted to garlic bread. would probably put hot sauce on most things as well and also loves tossing pineapple through meals. he's got interesting eating habits but it's essentially all his comfort foods mixed into one and it fucks severely every single time

🤒 FACE WITH THERMOMETER — does your oc get sick easily?

heavenly gets sick pretty regularly but usually nothing more than a common cold and he gets over it pretty fast as well. it's mostly due to him being outside a lot especially at night and he's not always properly dressed for the occasion because he never checks the weather forecast

💍 RING — does your oc have any piercings? do they want any (more) piercings?

isaac has an earring in his left ear! he rarely wears it anymore but will occasionally put it in again for special occasions :^) he hasn't actively thought about getting more piercings but if he would think about it he would spin around the idea of getting his nipples pierced for entirely too long. baby girl you are a priest

🩹 ADHESIVE BANDAGE — does your oc have any physical and/or mental disabilities?

isaac has asthma, recurring sciatica in his right leg, and autism. he had hoped being a vampire would fix the first two problems but it has not :/ he's got medication for his asthma but never sees a doctor for the sciatica because it goes away on its own most of the time anyway. the autism is undiagnosed and i don't think he would be aware of it himself either but it's there alright trust me

🐶 DOG FACE — does your oc have any pets?

isaac does not have a pet right now but i'm planning on giving him a cat during the story events :^) cats usually don't mix well with vampires but this is a very brave little kitty who will not leave isaac alone so he has no choice but to adopt it

💙 BLUE HEART — does your oc have any cool/special powers and/or abilities? how are they with magic, if it exists in their world?

i still don't have a name for isaac's bloodline but his bloodline has a couple of traits that make it unique. for starters, they're the most dangerous bloodline when feral because of their speed and how many victims they leave behind. their eyes go white entirely when they're feral which has something to do with their eyes adjusting to their surroundings so they can target victims easier. while they cannot transform into a bat or any other animal for that matter, they ARE capable of flight and also possess slight telekinetic powers :^)

[frogsister87]

Do you know where the last person you kissed is?

Yeah, he’s at the gym

Who did you last call?

My gamma

Who was the last person you danced with?

Like slow danced? Ryan I think

Why did you kiss the last person you kissed?

I was leaving his house so he kissed me goodbye

When was the last time you ate a cupcake?

Friday

Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today?

No

Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush?

Probably

Do you tan in the nude?

I don't tan

If you could, would you take back your last kiss?

No

Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night?

Yes

Who was the last person to call you?

My grandma

Do you sing in the shower?

Not usually

Do you dance in the car?

Sometimes

Ever used a bow and arrow?

Yeah

Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?

Over the summer

Do you think musicals are cheesy?

Nah

Is Christmas stressful?

Yes

Ever eat a pierogi?

I don’t know what that is

Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?

Teacher or author

Do you believe in ghosts?

I don’t really know

Ever have a Deja-vu feeling?

Yes

Wear slippers?

Sometimes

Wear a bath robe?

Every morning

What do you wear to bed?

Pajamas usually

Have you ever been enrolled in private school? 

Nope

What is the last thing you ate? 

Hot dish

Do you buy your lingerie at Victoria’s Secret? 

Yep

Who is your favorite person to spend time with? 

I don’t have a favorite

What brand of face wash do you use? 

Neutrogena

Do you know how to grill a steak? 

Nope

What were you wearing the last time you were kissed? 

I don’t remember

Are you considered a “clingy girlfriend”? 

I’m not considered a “girlfriend” so

Have you ever been to a purse party? 

No? Lol

Would you ever use an online dating service? 

I have tinder but I don’t really… “use it”

Are you good at multitasking? 

Yes

When’s the last time you went to a nightclub? 

Never

Do you have a large dog? 

Nope

If not, are you afraid of them? 

No

What is more annoying: A sore throat or a headache? 

Sore throat

Do you like walking places? 

I’d rather drive

What time is it right now? 

8:12pm

Have you ever been to Europe? 

Nope

Can you legally consume alcohol? If not, do you anyways? 

Of course I can

Do you like zebra print and would you wear it? 

It’s not really my favorite

Do you have friends in other states than your own? 

Yes

Have you ever fake tanned? (Spray or bed) 

Nope

Are you one to ditch set plans? 

Not really

Have you ever sent an X-Rated picture to someone? 

All the time

What bothers you the most about your town? 

Nothing really

Can you actually play an instrument or do you say it to be cool? 

I used to be able to.. I was never really great at reading music tho so I highly doubt I’d be able to do it now

Do you like breaded chicken sandwiches? 

Sure

What kind of vitamins did you take as a kid?

Flinstones

Did you get any compliments today?

I don’t think so

Have you ever gone to court?

When I got divorced

Are you friends with your neighbours?

Nope

Favorite color?

Yellow

How long has it been since you’ve seen the Lion King?

No idea

When did you last hold hands with someone?

Friday

Who could that have been?

Lala, we were roller skating and holding hands while we did lol

Have you ever thrown up from drinking?

Yes

Have you ever smoked weed?

Well yeah

How good is your eyesight?

Good

Would you ever want to swim with the sharks?

I don’t know

Who was the last person you took a picture with?

Lala

What’s the longest amount of time you’ve been on an airplane without changing flights?

Only a few hours

What’s the best wedding you’ve been to?

I don’t know

Would you rather eat all day or exercise all day?

Eat

What kind of cookie is your favorite?

Sugar or chocolate chip

What do you think of guys who ask girls out over via text message or internet?

I don’t really care

What time do you normally go to sleep on weekdays?

Like 10 or 11

Would you say you’re a nice person?

I can be

Would you rather hold hands or link arms with your significant other?

Hold hands

Have you ever had a churro?

Yeah

How is/was your chemistry class in high school?

I didn’t take chemistry

What’s your zodiac sign?

Cancer

Would you rather eat rice or bread?

Rice

Have you ever been completely alone with a guy in their bedroom?

Uh yeah?

Is your bed against more than one of your walls?

No

Are you there for your friends?

Ofcourse

Are you currently looking forward to anything?

Not really

What were you doing at 12 AM last night?

Sleeping

Is there anything, any event, you wish you could remember more clearly?

I don’t know

Do you respond to the people that yell out their car windows at you?

No one really does that

What’s your biggest priority right now?

Myself.

If you’ve stayed overnight in a hospital, how did you entertain yourself?

By sleeping I guess

What is a common sleeping position for you?

My side or back

Have you ever rubbed anyone’s feet?

I don’t think so

Is there a food that makes you sick just thinking about it?

Cheeseburgers

Do you know anyone that’s kind of stuck in another generation?

I don’t think so

When was the last time you were on a swing set?

November

Have you ever had “perfect attendance” in school?

Lol no

Do you find extreme body builders’ bodies to be attractive?

Not even a little bit

What are your feelings regarding shopping?

I have to be in the mood

Are your hands unsteady?

Sometimes

Are you envious of anyone’s artistic abilities?

No one specific comes to mind but I def wish that I could draw

What age would you like to have children?

I think that age has passed

What game consoles do you have?

PS4

Do you like playing the Sims 3?

Sure

Do you have a Twitter?

Not anymore

Have you ever been the victim of an ingrown toenail?

No

Do you think you could handle a long-distance relationship?

Probably not

If I were to search under your bed, what would I find?

Nothing

You’re afraid of needles: true or false?

False

Have you ever had a pregnancy or STD scare?

Yeah

Are your boobs a good size?

Haven’t had any complaints

Has anyone ever made fun of your taste in music? 

Probably

What’s your favorite season of the year? 

Summer I guess

Do you have pop-tarts in your house right now? 

Nope

Is anyone’s birthday coming up? 

Alicia’s is sundays!

Who would you allow to read your thoughts for one day?

No one

Does someone owe you over twenty dollars? 

Yeah my brother does actually

Do you remember who you liked in grade eight?

Yeah

What are the last three songs you listened to? 

I have no idea

Are you dressing up for Halloween this year? 

I always do. I’m not sure yet what I’ll be but I was thinking mrs potts

Have you ever called somebody doll face?

I don’t think so

Have you ever thrown food at a stranger in a movie theater? 

Nope

Are you up later than you should be? 

Not yet

Does/did either of your parents serve in the military? 

No

Are you somewhat of a perfectionist? 

Yes

Do you like sour candy? 

Yeah

Is there anybody you’re not ashamed to tell anything to?

Lala

Do you see the value in education?

Yeah

Do you use a full length mirror daily? 

No I don’t have one but I wish I did

Are you one to sneak food into movie theaters?

I have before

Do you have any ‘naughty’ photos on your phone?

Yeah

In the past week, have you cried hysterically?

Sunday night I had a good cry actually

Have you ever gone out of your way to make someone happy?

Yeah

What were you doing before you started this survey?

A diamond painting

Are you wearing anything blue?

Yes

Last person you talked to, and through what you talked to them.

Xayvion on snap

What email service do you use?

Hotmail.

Last text in your inbox?

“Bahahaha good”

Does it annoy you when someone takes ages to text back?

Sometimes

Can you tie a cherry stem in a knot with your tongue?

No

[bemylord]

ᴊᴜᴊᴜᴛꜱᴜ ᴋᴀɪꜱᴇɴ ʙᴏʏꜱ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄʟɪɴɢʏ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱ/ᴏ

characters: yuuji, megumi, toji, satoru, kento, sukuna.

warnings: nothing actually but sukuna. aged up.

a/n: i already made s/o being clingy where s/o got into 'argument' with the characters. today is almost similar, only their reaction to the fact that you always need attention. or they being clingy.

ɪᴛᴀᴅᴏʀɪ ʏᴜᴜᴊɪ:

you and yuuji are too needy buns.

whenever both of you may cuddle - you cuddle.

to be honest, yuuji is freaky amazing as you always need some physical contact - whether it's a momentary kiss on the cheek or you get a chance to ruffle his pink hair, he's always happy as a child.

the one who would be happy to be the little or big spoon - what's the difference anyway? both of you will be stuck together like a sandwich, so he doesn't care whom to be.

you wake him up with ticklish and playful kisses in the neck area. 'mm, y/n, why don't you kiss my lips'

yuuji being himself annoying after training or mission, sluggishly jumping under the blanket, pulling you closer. 'kisses. i wanna kisses. y/n, you kissed me only once today!'

when itadori is tired, his clinginess [?] indicator rises rapidly, demanding a lot of attention.

if you half-mutter 'i wanna cuddle' or 'yuujii~ let's watch a movie together.' expect him to combine these two acts into one, cuddling you on the couch while watching the show.

kissing as a pleasant surprise <3

ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ:

megumi isn't good at showing his emotions.

he wouldn't call himself pesky yet calling himself a little-eager-to-get-your-attention man.

megumi likes when you sneak under his cardigan to get extra kisses from him, feeling the warmth radiating from his body.

he likes spending evenings playing computer games with you, he gives in to you to see your radiant smile and your smug look. 'yes, gumi-gumi, it was i who won you.' 'but the loser gets a dozen kisses.'

you guys sometimes walk in the park near to the dorms with his shikigami dogs. although the dogs don't need a walk but watching as to how you pet and play with them, megumi couldn't reject it.

it melts fushiguro as you ruffle his naughty hair, as he lays on your knees on the couch.

he likes the way you gradually but confidently melt his heart with kisses in the morning.

i think megumi's a manifestation of love would be cute, little gifts like a bar of chocolate.

ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ɢᴏᴊᴏᴜ:

i think you and gojou annoy the others. cause you're the kind of couple that takes selfies at any second. in the middle of a fight with a dangerous curse - you'll post it on instagram. do you have a new haircut? gojo takes a million photos and puts the best one on his lock screen.

i'm certain he'd be the clingiest in the couple.

and when i said the clingiest i mean it.

and naturally, you're both so cocky - he can kiss you all over the place while you hug him from behind 24/7.

at the home, you always do everything together, it may seem you can't keep your hands off each other.

he likes to tease you while you are his mini-copy.

actually, gojo lives to tease you.

you might think that gojo is acting more clingy than you are - he's like a spy following in your footsteps, trying to get all your attention. 'your lips are in the wrong place.' '??' 'they should be right on my lips.'

and more such foolish jokes from gojo.

ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴋᴇɴᴛᴏ:

the first phrase would be: 'darling, i have to finish my report.'

the second would be: 'don't go away, just.. could you massage my shoulders?'

kento loves when you came to his desk to rest him a bit by doing a massage or cup his face with your small palms, coating cheeks with small smooches.

you and kento love to bake bread or try to cook something new.

while cooking, there's a lot, no, a hell of a lot of kissing and uncomplicated dancing - he has both hands on your belly, standing behind you, kissing the top of your head.

nanami isn't good at making food, yet certainly good at kissing.

sunday morning you spend by cooking new recipes, the day you spend by eating the food, whilst the evening..

you're cuddling. just cuddle. hugs in the bed or the bathroom.

if that is might be counted as the clinginess the sorcerer likes to call you darling and never miss the chance to show how much he loves you.

ʀʏᴏᴍᴇɴ ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ:

you are the one sukuna allows to sit on his throne.

actually, he will do everything for you, only for you.

he allows you to cup his tattoed face with your palms, tantalizingly staring at his mouth yet no kissing the enticing lips. 'don't tease me, girl.'

with one finger he connected your lips, kissing eagerly you.

on the one hand, he gets sooo furious when you ain't coming at his domain after a mission. on another hand, it excites him - he obviously knows how much you needed his embrace.

like toji, he won't admit he also is clingy.

can't describe sukuna being a clingy type around you, but definitely needs your arms around his neck as he takes you to bed.

well, he.. secretly l-likes, when you grab his face in your palms with all your sincere love, kissing the tip of his nose. he wrinkles, because you are so funny. 'i know you need something more than kisses.'

ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ ᴛᴏᴊɪ:

yeah, i've replaced toji to the end bc, i've something to say.

toji fushiguro is disgruntled and angry when you ask him to kiss you for the hundredth time on the day.

once toji called a demanding puppy, you didn't talk with him for two days, as the man is used to fall asleep to your barely audible mumbling.

toji was irritated when saw you fall asleep on the couch. he's already used to being hugged in his sleep, what the hell?

although toji will deny the fact he loves when you're being pesky and annoying and also bothersome by kissing his face.

nevertheless, the thing you've started to notice as you didn't give him good night or good morning kiss, the sorcerer killer will be grumpy.

no! of course, he isn't clingy. never. well, it's one percent of toji being clingy. okay, fine, it's two but not more! 'give me the goodnight kiss.' 'ask more politely, toji.'

he tsks, bringing you closer and kissing you with undisguised greed. after all, it's your fault - you didn't give toji his kiss.

↳ back to the main game menu.

kudos and reblogs are welcome <3

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Do you have any HCs about mercs adopting that bread tumor as a team mascot?

oh boy do I!

Scout: he was the one who BEGGED to keep it, everyone would assume it was Pyro but no it was him, he’s always wanted a dog and dammit this is as close as he’s gonna get, he spends literal hours whining about it and pleading and bargaining like a 8 year old for a puppy (”PLEASE, I swear I’ll look after it!!”), he has a dog bed in his bedroom for it to sleep in and literally treats it like a dog

Soldier: for the longest time he’s not allowed near it, not until he is sure he understands the “no more teleporting bread” rule, once he promises he won’t do it again - and especially not with that little guy - he’s actually just as excited to play with it, he just has to keep his raccoons from trying to eat it

Pyro: they help Scout look after it, the two of them play with it all day and even got it a collar and leash to walk it, Pyro was the one who discovered it enjoys eating very burnt toast while they were trying to help Scout figure out what it would eat

Demoman: he gets excited when Scout and Pyro declare they’ve taught it how to fetch and immediately sets to building a baseball cannon for them to use to launch the balls farther away since surprisingly it’s VERY fast and will zoom off and back and cough the ball back up, other than that he actually really likes it, it’s like their own little living cryptid, he actually stuck a loose page into his book on cryptids in there with details about their bread monster

Heavy: he’s the most hands-off of everyone, not because he dislikes it but because he finds it kinda creepy, it took him forever to start eating sandwiches again and he still has trouble eating one in front of the little guy because it makes him feel guilty, he’d still be one of the first ones to fight someone if they hurt it on purpose

Engineer: as expected, Scout didn’t actually clean up after it for long, and he picks up the slack.. no, not because it has bodily functions, it just won’t stop wrecking things and someone’s gotta fix it, he actually “bread proofs” certain areas of the base to stop it from getting in and tearing things up, namely the kitchen

Medic: he wanted to keep it anyway, but not as a pet, for experiments, everyone was very against this knowing no good could come of it, he was however talked into adding it to the respawn system like Medic had done for his doves by Spy, not because HE cared but.. well, we would all have to hear Scout whine if something happened, Medic knows better and that he was doing it as a precaution

Sniper: won’t ever admit it out loud but he actually thinks it’s kinda cute in a creepy way, he can turn on the laser on his rifle and it’ll chase the dot around on the floor, someone on the base snapped a photo of him sleeping in front of a campfire with it on his lap

Spy: he won’t go out of his way to hurt it or be mean, but he also won’t go out of his way to be nice, he’s indifferent, but it brings a smile to his face to see how much fun Scout is having with it

[kaunis-sielu]

Fire Dogs

The fires had been blazing for weeks now, inching closer and closer to your home and firefighters were pouring in. You’d decided to stay, the fire was mostly moving away from town, thank god. The mayor had said that people who were willing to stay and help care for the hordes of firefighters pouring into town were appreciated. So even though you were a single Omega, you’d signed up. You could take in 2-6 firefighters depending on if they were willing to share a bed with one another and if you needed to sleep on the couch. You’d been assigned 3 men, all from New York City, one a Captain and all of them Alphas.

When you open the door as they walk up your sidewalk the first, a man with light hair and blue eyes, gives you a tight smile.

“Hi, welcome. I have a dog, is that okay?” The three men don’t even have to look at one another before all nodding yes. “Great, come on in.” You move out of the doorway and the three men come into the house.

“Thank you so much for opening your home to us.” The first man says, god he smells good, like sandalwood and lavender.

“It’s the least I could do.” You introduce yourself as your dog comes trotting into the room, Cooper’s tail wagging wildly. “But you can call me Fawn, and this is Cooper.”

“Sorry, I’m Steve Rogers, this is Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson.” The first man says introducing himself and the two men with him.

“It’s a pleasure. I’ll show you guys to your rooms.” You lead them upstairs and show them each to a room. Bucky takes your first spare room, Sam the second and Steve is in the master.

“Buck, you’ve got third shift, Sam you’re on first and I’m on second.”

“Do we start today?” Bucky asks as you make your way downstairs, you were given a small packet for the guys, things you would need to know like allergies, presentation, emergency contacts and dietary restrictions. All three are simple, no dietary issues, no allergies, Alphas, Sam has his wife Carol as his emergency contact but Steve and Bucky, or James as he’s listed, both have Rebecca Barnes, Bucky’s sister.

You get started on dinner and Sam wanders down into the kitchen bringing his

“So, why didn’t you leave town?”

“Nowhere to go. And the fire is heading away from here so hopefully everything will stay away from town.”

“The smoke doesn’t bother you?”

“I mean it’s not great but as long as Coop and I are okay I plan on staying. I’ve got some stuff packed up in my car and ready to go but I just haven’t pulled the trigger yet.”

“That’s fair. We do really appreciate you doing this. Letting us stay here.” He’s got such a soothing presence about him that you forget he’s an Alpha until his scent washes over you.

“It’s the least I can do,” you tell him with a smile, “so what does first shift mean?”

“Oh, it’s the really early shift, like 4am. Steve will be out running a crew since he’s a Captain back home and he’s around 10am then Bucky is 4pm.”

“What will I need for you in the morning? Breakfast? Coffee? Energy bars?”

“Coffee would be great. I usually take it with milk.” You jot down coffee and milk on a sheet of paper.

“How do the other two take their coffee?”

“Barnes likes it black, like a psychopath and Steve likes it with cream and sugar so he can’t taste the coffee.” You laugh and jot down creamer.

“Any chance you know what kind of creamer he likes?”

“Caramel I think.”

“I can always ask him too. I’ll set the coffee to go off at 3:15 for you.”

“Thank you.” Sam says as he sits down at the island. “What are you making for dinner?”

“Spaghetti. I make the sauce from scratch, from the garden.”

“It smells great.”

“Thanks, should be about a half hour. I’ve got meatballs in the oven and will have some garlic bread and green beans from my garden too.”

“You’re going to spoil us huh?” He says with a grin and you laugh, hoping that your suppressants work like they’re supposed to and keep you presenting as a Beta.

“I don’t get to cook for others often so I’m being a little selfish. Let me know if you need anything from town or want me to get anything. I’ll go shopping for the week tomorrow.”

“Are they paying you to host us?”

“No, but I don’t mind getting you guys stuff.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely, I wouldn’t offer if it was a problem.” You assure him and after studying you he nods.

“I’ll be sure to let the guys know.” You chat with Sam while you cook. You learn that his wife Carol is an Alpha and a doctor. The Alpha/Alpha pair is uncommon but if it works for them that’s wonderful. You also learn that he, Bucky and Steve served together and that Carol had outranked all three.

It seems that Steve has always been the one to lead their little trio, and when the smell of dinner lures him and Bucky down you include them in the conversation. Bucky, whose scent is oranges and cedar wood, is more chatty and flirty than Steve is but there’s this quiet strength about Steve that’s impossible not to notice.

Sam goes to bed immediately after dinner but Steve and Bucky stay up and watch the news with you. You set the coffee machine for Sam and leave him a note to help himself to anything he wants to eat. Then you bring Cooper outside, he wanders your wildfire lit backyard, the orange glow is spooky and the smell of smoke is thick in the air.

“Come on Coop, it’s bedtime.” You tell him leading him to the living room. Both Steve and Bucky are gone so you change into your pajamas and get ready for bed in the bathroom then head back to the couch where Cooper is laying dead center. “Move it Coop.” He grumbles but gets down, once you’re settled you let him back up on the couch between your feet.

You wake up as Sam closes the fridge.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” He says softly. When he turns and sees you sitting up on the couch.

“No it’s okay.” You tell him as Cooper hops off of the couch. You follow him to the back door and let him out.

“Why are you sleeping on the couch?”

“They needed three more beds so I gave them three more beds.”

“We put you out of your room?” He asks with a small frown.

“I sleep more on the couch anyway, I usually fall asleep to one baking show or another.” You tell him with a sleepy smile, you hadn’t meant to tell them they’d taken all your beds but it was too late now.

“This is your home.”

“Seriously Sam don’t worry about it.” You say letting Cooper back into the house. “Be safe.”

“Thanks.” He says and you go back to bed on the couch.

The next time you wake it’s 9:00 and you want to make sure that you’ve got something ready for Bucky and Steve for breakfast so you get up. You feed Cooper then let him out again, if there wasn’t the fire you’d let him stay outside as long as he wanted. You sit down on the couch and pull your tablet into your lap. Cooper joins you on the couch as you start to draw your characters.

“Morning.” Steve’s voice is low and soft when he greets you.

“Good morning. There are pancakes, scrambled eggs, hash browns and bacon in the oven. The pans will be warm.”

“Thanks,” you hear him help himself to food and coffee then he comes out into the living room. “Do you mind if I join you?”

“Not at all. Don’t let Coop fool you into any food though.”

“No people food for him?”

“Just some fruit and veggies.” You tell him glancing up at the fire captain. “So Sam said you guys were on a 4-10-4 start time but what time are you all home?”

“We’re doing 12 hour shifts, so Sam and Buck don’t overlap but I will with both.”

“Okay, I’ll have dinner ready when you get back. Is there anything that I don’t have that you need? Sam said you liked a certain flavor of creamer.”

“The French vanilla is fine.”

“He said caramel?” You glance over at him again and he has this little shy smile on his face. “I don’t mind, I need to go get groceries anyway.”

“Caramel is my favorite.” He admits and you nod then get back to your drawing. He finishes his breakfast in silence then puts his dishes into the dishwasher, Steve heads back upstairs and you hear him finish getting ready before he comes back down.

“Be safe.”

“Thanks.” He says before closing the door softly behind him.

Bucky sleeps until almost noon, you’ve taken breakfast out of the oven and put it in the fridge. He somehow looks groggy still and you’re worried he didn’t sleep well.

“Good morning.”

“Morning. How are you?” His voice is low and husky.

“Good. Did you sleep okay?”

“Yea I slept great. I could still be asleep to be honest but I might get called in early.”

“Why?”

“There are less guys at base camp right now. Apparently a group of them had some trouble on the way? I don’t know but Steve called.”

“Breakfast is in the fridge if you wanna heat it otherwise I have lunch meat and stuff for sandwiches.”

“I love breakfast food.” He says making his way to the fridge. He starts a cup of coffee then opens the fridge.

You find out that Bucky is a chatter. Which is fine but you’re glad that you’re illustrating today rather than writing because there’s no way you’d be able to focus on writing. He asks you about living in the small town, how you ended up here, about your job, when he finds out you’re an author and illustrator of children’s books he promises to buy his niece a couple books. You tell him to leave his address and you’ll send him a signed copy of the one you’re working on, he excitedly does.

When he leaves at 3:30, not being called in early, you take a break and start on dinner. You want to make sure you’ve got food ready for Sam when he gets back.

Sam comes in at 4:45, Cooper barks excitedly and Sam sinks to the ground and Cooper immediately calms allowing Sam to wrap his arms around him. You don’t say anything, just continue to cook while Sam hugs Cooper to him. You hear him talking softly but you ignore him, whatever he’s saying to Coop is none of your business.

“I’m gonna go take a shower before I eat.” Sam says at full volume, the side of his face still pressed to Cooper’s side.

“That’s fine,” you assure him, “I’ve got about twenty minutes before the rice is done.”

“Okay.” He disappears then Cooper comes wandering into the kitchen. You give him a couple of treats and tell him what a good boy he is.

Sam eats in silence then goes up to his room, you’re pretty sure he goes to bed by 7 but after the day he’s had you can’t blame him.

At 10 you start reheating food for when Steve comes in. Sure enough, 10:30 rolls in and so does Steve. Cooper greets Steve with a wagging tail, Steve gives him a little pat and heads upstairs. You hear the shower turn on and after around 10 minutes Steve is back dropping down on the couch as Cooper puts a head in his lap. Steve absently pets Cooper and you place a plate of food in front of him.

“Thank you.” His tired eyes meet yours and he gives you a little half smile.

“It’s the least I can do.” You tell him sincerely. Cooper stays with his head in Steve’s lap until Steve goes upstairs to bed. You set up your bed on the couch and set your alarm for 3:30 in the morning so you can get food heated for Bucky and coffee and food started for Sam.

You fall asleep still smelling Steve on your couch.

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Rebuilding Family

Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

Masterlist

Chapter 14

“Crack it on the counter carefully, Baby J. Try to get no shells in the bowl please,” you handed her an egg.

Jo gently hit the egg on the edge of the counter as Spencer held up a bowl with vanilla and cinnamon already in it for her to place the egg into.

“Good job!” you praised.

Jo beamed, gesturing for you to hand her another egg.

“Sorry baby, the recipe only calls for one egg. You can help Daddy add the milk if you ask nicely though,” you kissed her on the head.

The three of you were making French toast on a lazy Sunday morning. You had felt better after a good night’s sleep and the medicine Spencer brought you so Jo and Spencer came back over on Saturday night. Yes, you already missed Spencer’s arms wrapped around you and he was more than happy to stay the night.

“Daddy, can I please help?” Jo looked up at him from where she was sitting on the counter with puppy dog eyes.

“Of course, you can, Princess. Thank you for using your manners,” he handed her the measuring cup.

“We need to fill the milk up to that line so you tell me when to stop,” he explained and began pouring.

“Stop!” Jo chirped.

“What a perfect little helper!” you smiled at Jo.

You and Spencer dipped the pieces of bread into the mixture as Jo watched curiously. You placed the bread into the skillet and it began to sizzle. Spencer cut up a watermelon into bite-sized pieces and placed it in a bowl in the center of the kitchen table.

Once breakfast was all ready, you all dug in. Everyone having a second piece.

“That was delicious,” Spencer stated, clearing your empty plates and giving you both kisses on the head.

“I think it was because the egg was perfectly cracked and there was the exact right amount of milk,” you smiled at Jo.

“I was thinking the same thing,” Spencer agreed as he loaded the dirty plates into the dishwasher.

“I have somewhere I want to stop before we go to the park today,” Spencer announced to you both.

“Okay, sure thing. Where?” you asked.

“It’s a surprise but I need both of your opinions on it,” he smiled.

-

Spencer pulled up to a gated area about ten minutes from your house with a condo complex inside.

“You’re moving?” you asked.

“Well, I figured I’m going to need more space if Jo ever needs to come to my place again. A one bedroom apartment on the second floor of an apartment complex isn’t really ideal for a kid. But, I’m not moving in anywhere until I have you and Jo’s approval,” he parked in front of one of the condos.

“The owner gave me a key to check it out,” he smiled, getting out of the car and unbuckling Jo.

He unlocked the front door and set Jo down to go explore inside.

“This would be your bedroom, Jo,” he pointed into a room down the hall from his.

“Cool!” Jo exclaimed, running inside it.

Spencer found you in the kitchen, staring into space rather than exploring the condo. You had been uncharacteristically quiet since you arrived at the complex.

“It has a little gated backyard and the park is only a short walk away,” he said, trying to sell you on the place.

“Mmh,” you gave a little hum of approval but it seemed half-hearted.

Spencer was going to have to figure out what wasn’t meeting your requirements so he could make sure the next place he looked at was more suitable for Jo.

-

After watching and singing along to Lion King again, you tucked a sleepy Jo into bed.

When you went back downstairs, Spencer was still seated on the couch with his hands folded in his lap, looking up at you expectedly.

“What?” you furrowed your brow.

“I could tell you didn’t actually like the condo which is fine but could you just make me a list of things you need so I can find a better place,” Spencer asked.

You took a deep breath and sat down on the couch.

“My list would narrow it down to only one place,” you spoke softly.

“That’s fine, sweetheart. You just tell me where,” he took your hands in his.

You looked at the man in front of you, so willing and eager to do anything for you and Jo.

“Here,” you whispered.

“Here?”

Spencer surely couldn’t be hearing this right. You wanted him to move into the house and be with you and Jo 24/7. It seemed too good to be true.

“I don’t want to have you and Jo in some condo down the street when we could all just live here. I have an office upstairs but I mainly do my grading on the couch or the kitchen table so I don’t mind clearing the stuff out of there for you to move in,” you explained.

“You’re sure?” he confirmed.

“If you want to move in, we would be more than happy to have you,” you smiled softly.

You barely got the sentence out before you were pulled in for a kiss by Spencer. You could practically feel his smile against your lips. When he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours.

“I also have a question for you,” his warm breath fanned out across your face.

“I don’t think you ever officially answered my question but ask away, Dr. Reid,” you smiled.

He chuckled, “Yes, I’ll move in with you… and will you be my girlfriend?”

“I don’t think any relationship has ever asked those questions in that order,” you giggled, planting a kiss on his nose.

“Yes, Spence, I would love to be your girlfriend.”

-

It was lunchtime at the office and the whole BAU team was eating their lunch in the break room.

“Guys, my lease ends in two weeks but I want to get most of the moving done this weekend so any help would be appreciated. I will provide pizza,” Spencer announced to the group.

“Yay! Y/N and Jo liked the condo. I’ll be there, Boy Wonder,” Penelope chirped.

“Not quite,” he smiled softly.

Now, Spencer had their undivided attention. Hotch put down his sandwich and Prentiss stopped the sink faucet while in the middle of washing out a mug.

“I am moving in with my girlfriend and daughter,” he grinned, taking a sip of his coffee.

“My man!” Derek slapped his back.

“I think we will all be there to help,” JJ smiled.

-

“Josephine, please stop taking things out of boxes or Daddy will never be able to move and come live with us,” you chided, knowing how excited she was for Spencer to move into the house.

“Sorry, Mommy. I will help,” Jo put the random knick-knacks that she had taken out of the box back inside.

“If you don’t want to pack any more, you can go with Auntie Penelope to the house. Henry is going to be there shortly,” you added.

Jo nodded enthusiastically and you lifted her up, carrying her downstairs to where Derek, Hotch, Spencer, and Penelope were loading boxes into their cars.

“Jo wants to head home now,” you said.

“Perfect timing!” Penelope chirped, closing her car trunk, “She can ride with me.”

“I’ll grab the car seat out of my car,” Spencer said.

“We should be over soon. I think Rossi, Emily, and JJ with Henry and Jack are already there,” you transferred Jo into Penelope’s arms.

After you had finished packing all the boxes, it was just you and Spencer left in the empty apartment.

“Are you going to miss it?” you asked.

“Not really,” he said, looking around, “I am looking forward to the next chapter of my life way too much to be sad right now,” he smiled, wrapping his arm around you and pressing a kiss on your head.

“Me too and I can’t speak for Jo but she was practically buzzing with excitement this morning,” you giggled.

-

Spencer was officially all moved in. He returned his keys to the landlord and all of his belongings were now in the house. He still had some boxes left to unpack but he was grateful for everyone’s help.

He was unpacking his clothes when he heard a light knock at the door. He opened it to find you standing there, guiltily.

“I know I gave you your own room so you could have some space to yourself but I want to sleep with my boyfriend,” you smiled softly.

Spencer opened the door all the way.

“I was going to come to your room anyways once I finished this box,” he chuckled, “but I think I’m done unpacking for the night.”

He followed you to the bed, getting under the comforters.

“You make me the happiest man on Earth, you know that, right?” he asked, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling his face into the top of your head, breathing in the faint scent of your eucalyptus shampoo.

“Thank you for being a great dad and boyfriend,” you whispered.

“The pleasure is all mine.”

There was another soft knock at the already open door.

You and Spencer both sat up to see Jo, standing there in her PJs with her stuffed stegosaurus in hand.

“Is something wrong, Baby J?” you asked, concerned.

“I want to sleep with Mommy and Daddy,” she said, walking towards the bed.

“Come up here, Princess,” Spencer lifted the girl up and placed her in between you both, “Just for tonight though, okay? You have to sleep in your big girl bed.”

“Night night. Love you,” Jo snuggled into her stegosaurus.

“Love you too,” you both replied, still looking at each other.

[jaehyunfirstlove]

Highway to Heaven - Ch. 7

Your best friend Johnny wants to go on a road trip. The only catch? He wants to bring his roommate, Jeong Jaehyun, someone you just couldn’t stand.

Genre: e2l, fluff, angst, smut (18+ only)

Warnings: unprotected sex, dirty talk, swearing

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A/N: So here it is, the smut chapter :)

The next morning you were the last to wake up again, Johnny and Jaehyun running the suitcases back to the car. You were alone in the room, so you sat up in the bed to take stock of yourself. Were you really willing to go there? Were you really willing to do it? Were you really willing to open up your heart again? The pain of your breakup came back again, but you noticed it wasn’t as strong as it had been. Instead of a stabbing feeling in your chest, it was more of a dull throb, like a bout of indigestion that didn’t linger. You heard Johnny and Jaehyun talking and laughing outside, and you were filled with an overwhelming sense of happiness. Your best friend who could always lift your mood and loved you like family, and his roommate, someone who knew how (wrongly) you felt about him but still treated you kindly and respectfully. They certainly weren’t the solution to everything, but they helped you see that there was more to life than heartache.

“You better get out here before we leave without you!” Johnny yelled from outside, and you smiled. You got out of bed, dressed hurriedly and walked out the door.

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You drove the first shift, with the window down so the wind could blow through your hair. It was a beautiful late summer day, the sun warm on your face from the open sunroof. Johnny sat in the passenger seat, drumming on the dash with his fingers and singing along loudly to the song playing. Jaehyun sat behind you, the wind fluttering his bangs into his face but he didn’t seem to mind. He sang along with Johnny, and even though they were exaggerating and playing around, their voices blended beautifully.

“You guys sing so well,” you exclaimed, “I’m jealous.”

Jaehyun laughed, “No way, we were terrible!”

“No I’m serious! I know you guys were just joking around but your voices are beautiful.”

Johnny started to rib you again, but Jaehyun was quiet. You snuck a look in the rearview to see him smiling to himself, staring out the window, the tips of his ears a bright red.

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You spent that afternoon at the beach, the two of them managing to convince you to add an extra day to your trip. You could’ve been home in your bed that night, but the weather was too nice to spend it cooped up in the car.

“Just one more day,” Johnny pleaded, “We’ll camp tonight so we don’t have to agonize over motel rooms again. Please?”

He didn’t have to work so hard, you were already convinced, but you made him work for it anyway just to amuse yourself. When you made a big show of giving in, he yelled in triumph, picking you up for a bear hug and kissing you on the cheek, before he ran off towards the beach, stripping his clothes off as he went.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Jaehyun didn’t know you as well as Johnny and took your reluctance seriously. “I’m sure I can convince him to just head home.”

“Oh I wanted to stay,” you giggled conspiratorially, “I just did that to make him suffer.”

Jaehyun laughed, before looking over at you and smiling. His cheeks puffed out, dimples deep, the bright afternoon sun making his eyes sparkle. You smiled back, something in your chest shifting. He swept out his arm, motioning for you to walk on ahead of him, and together you made your way towards the ocean.

This time, you joined them in the water, and even though the water was cold you couldn’t help but have a great time. You tried not to go deeper than your waist, or even get your hair wet, but Johnny had different plans for you, dunking you or splashing water whenever you got too close. You eventually gave up and dove in, swimming towards the crashing waves. Jaehyun was already there, the waves cresting over his shoulders, his wet skin glistening in the afternoon sun. His arms were outspread, his face turned towards the sky, eyes closed. The water crashed over him, running in rivulets down his chest, but he was immovable. It was a sight you couldn’t take your eyes off of.

“Isn’t he hot?” Johnny teased, coming to stand beside you in the water.

You rolled your eyes at Johnny, but it was definitely something you couldn’t deny. “Yeah, he is.” You sighed.

“So? What are you waiting for? Go get him!” He nudged you with his broad shoulder, almost making you lose your balance and fall into the water.

“I don’t know, Johnny,” you hesitated, “What if it doesn’t work out?”

“Well then it doesn’t work out? Then you eat two tubs of rocky road with me and call me at three o’clock with your drunken rants.” He shrugged.

“I don’t think my waistline can handle that anymore,” you joked.

“Listen, Y/N,” he took on a rare serious tone which made you perk up, “I know both of you really well, and I happen to think you two would be amazing together. Not that I think you ‘need a man’ or anything like that, but your personalities just fit, you know? Besides, I need you to get over that asshole of an ex you had, so even if you just use Jaehyun for sex I wouldn’t mind.”

You elbowed him in the ribs and he laughed.

“But seriously, Y/N, let yourself be happy. You deserve it.” He patted you on the shoulder, and then dove into the water and swam to where Jaehyun was standing.

You watched them again, your heart swelling in your chest. Overcome by emotion you let the tears fall, thankful that your face was already wet so it wouldn’t be so evident that you were crying.

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The campfire that night took a little longer to light, probably because your hand shook like a leaf and you had trouble calming yourself down. You didn’t know why you were so nervous, until Jaehyun sat down beside you and your heart rate skyrocketed.

“Need some help?” he asked, sweeping his damp hair away from his face. You were aware that he was handsome, you weren’t blind, but you had never really looked at his face before, like really looked at it. He had eyes that could hold the depths of the universe but were still kind, a perfectly shaped nose, and cheeks that looked like soft bread that you wanted to squish. He was the weird, perfect blend of hot, sexy, cute, and goofy. To look like that, and then be sweet, humble, and thoughtful too, it had to be illegal.

“Uh, yeah, thanks,” you handed him the matches, and when your hands touched you felt a jolt of electricity run through your body, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me tonight,” you laughed nervously, rubbing your hand where his hand had touched.

He lit the fire with ease, before he handed you back the matches and regarded you with concern. “Do you feel sick or anything?” He lifted up his arm and made to touch your forehead with the back of his hand but before he did, he asked you for permission. You nodded, and the warmth of his hand against your head did wonders to soothe you.

“You don’t feel hot, that’s good,” he determined.

“You don’t think I’m hot?” you couldn’t resist the joke, but he just smiled.

“Oh I know you’re hot,” he leaned close to you and whispered, because Johnny was walking into earshot. You choked on air.

“Tents are up, hot dogs are here, and no beer for Y/N tonight!” Johnny exclaimed as he plopped himself down and divvied out the hot dogs.

“I don’t want any beer tonight anyway,” you scoffed, as much as you wanted to defy his self-righteous ass you wanted your head to be clear.

“Good, because we only had two left!” Johnny laughed, passing the other beer to Jaehyun.

“You sure, Y/N? I’m sure one beer would be fine.” Jaehyun held out his beer to you.

“No really, I’m good,” you smiled at Jaehyun, “Thanks for offering though.” You gave Johnny a pointed look but he just scoffed.

“Ignore Jaehyun, he just wants to get you drunk so he can get into your pants.”

Both you and Jaehyun started coughing, before exchanging guilty looks. Johnny stared between the two of you.

“Is there something I should know?” he narrowed his eyes at both of you, “have you guys been screwing around behind my back? Please don’t tell me, I actually don’t want to know.” He took a swig of his beer and stuck his hot dog into the fire.

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The three of you stayed up late into the night, talking about anything and everything, laughing till  your sides hurt at Johnny’s jokes and stories, and sometimes had quiet bouts where the crackling of the fire was all that was heard. It was during one of these quiet times that Johnny finally stood up.

“Well, that’s it for me. I have first shift tomorrow so I’m going to bed,” he mock-saluted you and Jaehyun, “Good night, losers.”

You watched him walking away, shaking your head, as Jaehyun laughed and wished him a good night.

“What about you, Y/N, you tired?” he asked.

“Not really,” you poked at the fire with your stick, the embers were dying and you tried to get them going again. You shivered at the lack of heat, and Jaehyun came over and draped a blanket around your shoulders.

“I guess I’ll go to bed,” he said, turning towards the tents.

“Actually, do you mind staying?” you didn’t look at him as you asked, but you were glad when you noticed him turn back and take his place beside you.

“I don’t mind,” he said, helping you restart the fire again. The two of you were quiet for some time before you finally spoke up.

“Can I ask you a question?” you started.

“You already did, but I’ll let you ask another one,” he replied cheekily. You nudged him playfully with your shoulder and he smiled. “Of course. What is it?”

“Do you think I would make a good girlfriend?” your question took him off guard, because he looked at you for a long time before answering.

“Do you think you would make a good girlfriend?” he countered.

“You’re not supposed to answer a question with a question,” you grumbled.

“Okay fine, since you’re asking my opinion, I’ll say yes.” He stated firmly.

“Why, though? I thought I was good enough, I thought we were happy, I thought he was happy, but it still didn’t work out. So was I really a good girlfriend then, in the end?”

“I can’t speak for him,” Jaehyun said quietly, “I can only speak for myself. And all I can say is that you may not have been good enough for him, but you are more than good enough for me, leagues more, galaxies more.” He made figure-eights with his stick in the sand so he wouldn’t have to look at you. “Theoretically speaking, of course.”

You couldn’t help it, you couldn’t believe you were that easy, but in your defense he had been breaking down your walls for the entire trip. You turned to him, took his face in your hands and looked deeply into his eyes. He started at the sudden contact, his eyes swimming with apprehension and wonderment.

“I want to kiss you,” you said resolutely, “is that okay?”

He broke into a wide grin and nodded, so you jumped off the proverbial cliff and pressed your lips to his. His lips felt exactly the way you thought they would feel, all those times you permitted yourself to wonder. He moved softly against you, his lips gentle, and except for your hands on his face you weren’t touching each other anywhere else. Yet it ignited something in you. You pulled away, knowing yourself and how you could get carried away. He was breathing heavily, his eyes closed, lips kiss-stung. He was so beautiful in that moment you wanted to cry.

“Do you want to be my boyfriend?” you asked, feeling like a middle-schooler asking out her crush. He still hadn’t opened his eyes but he smiled widely and nodded.

“Yes I do, I really, really do.”

Your heart soared at that moment, and he finally opened his eyes. He looked at you with so much admiration that you thought you would melt on the spot. He took your hands in his, bringing them down to your lap before he leaned in and kissed you again. He started out gentle again, but when you tentatively swiped your tongue into his mouth his movements became more urgent. He slipped his arms around your waist and your hands went up to clasp around his neck. He deepened the kiss, his tongue in your mouth heating up your body more than any campfire ever could. He moved to lay you on the blanket but you stopped him.

“Not here,” you breathed, and he looked at you questioningly. Standing up, you took his hand and led him towards your tent.

You went in first, lying down on top of the sleeping bag, and he followed you in, carefully lowering his body on top of yours. He propped himself up on his elbows, mindful of not resting his entire weight on you.

“Is this okay?” he asked, his eyes roaming over your face, “I know it’s not the most comfortable place.”

You didn’t care at that point, you’d lie down with him in a canoe if this was how it felt. You just nodded, pulling him more towards you, wanting to feel more of him because you knew he was holding back.

“Careful,” he laughed, “I don’t want to squish you.”

“Squish me, I don’t care, you feel too good,” you answered, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing. He nuzzled into your neck, the tip of his nose ghosting lightly on your skin.

“Mm, you smell so good,” he whispered, and soon his lips were on your neck. You shuddered as his lips painted a trail on your skin. When he swiped his tongue goosebumps erupted and you inhaled sharply. “Taste good, too.”

You involuntarily bucked your hips, and felt him hard against your core. He groaned at the contact, sucking harshly at the skin on the base of your neck. The sound of him groaning and the feeling of the mark he was probably leaving on you turned your brain to hazy mush. The only thing you knew was that you needed more.

“Take this off,” you ordered, tugging at the hem of his t-shirt. He reached back with one hand and pulled it off with one go, and you would never get over how sexy he looked doing it. You put your palms on his chest, wanting to feel the firm muscle there, moving down to his abs, down his stomach, past his belly button to the trail that led down. You gripped the waistband of his jeans and he groaned again. “These too.”

He leaned away from you to pull his jeans off, leaving him in only his boxers, his eyes never leaving you the entire time. You took that opportunity to flip him onto his back on the sleeping bag, thankful for the years of martial arts training that gave you the ability to do it. He yelped in surprise before breaking out into a wide grin.

“Shit, that was hot,” he admitted, and you straddled him, pulling your own shirt off in the process. You reached back to unclasp your bra, but he suddenly sat up and stopped you.

“Can I?” he asked, and you nodded. He started kissing your neck again, making you throw your head back at the feeling, while he reached behind you and unclasped your bra, throwing it to a corner of the tent. His hands moved over your bare breasts, cupping them in his hands. Your breathing picked up as he held them, chest heaving when he rubbed the pads of his thumbs over your nipples.

“Jaehyun,” you breathed, grabbing his shoulders to keep yourself steady. You wrapped your legs around his back, grinding your hips against him and he groaned loudly in your ear. He tugged at the waistband of your jeans.

“Your turn to take these off,” he growled, and you sat back, taking your jeans and panties off in one go. He took that opportunity to pull off his boxers, and even in the dim light you could see the tip of his cock glistening with precum. He looked at you with hooded eyes but didn’t make a move, as if to say you could still stop this if you wanted to. But you knew in that moment there was nothing else in the world you wanted but him. You straddled him again, your hands on his shoulders, kissing him deeply. When you pulled away you were both panting.

“I want you,” you said firmly, a different ache in your chest forming, “I want you, Jae.” He looked into your eyes with so much emotion you wanted to cry, so you just grabbed his face and kissed him again, this time rubbing your pussy against his cock. You were so wet you slid easily against his hardness, and he moaned into your mouth at the sensation. On the next pass you caught his tip against your opening, and pushed down.

You broke from the kiss to moan loudly as the tip of his cock parted you. You moved your hips slowly so you could feel every inch of him enter you, stretching you so deliciously you couldn’t stop the moans coming from your mouth. His hands were on your ass, gripping the flesh there, watching your face as you lowered yourself onto him.

“Oh Jae,” you moaned, the pleasure almost too much for you to handle. He filled you so well, you could feel the tip of his cock touching your sweet spot and you knew once you started moving it would make you crazy. You started a slow rhythm at first, his cock dragging in and out of you at a measured pace. But when he started moaning, his voice low and sexy, you lost yourself.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he groaned, his head dropping to the crook of your neck. You snapped your hips harder, grabbing his shoulders as you could feel the knot in the pit of your stomach forming. Your thighs were burning which made your hips stutter, so he grabbed a hold of your hips and decided to help out, pumping upwards into you. The combined force ramped up your pleasure, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Oh Jae!” you screamed, his cock hitting your sweet spot repeatedly.

“Hey! Keep it down over there, some of us are trying to sleep!” Johnny suddenly yelled from the other tent. That made Jaehyun stop his movement completely, which made you want to kill Johnny.

“Put your airpods in and go back to sleep!” you yelled back. You heard him grumble before he was silent again, presumably asleep. You sighed in frustration, dropping your forehead onto Jaehyun’s shoulder. He laughed softly, kissing you on the side of the head.

“This isn’t over,” he whispered, holding you and flipping you onto your back. He was still hard inside you and he gave you a moment, staring at you with that look again, caressing your cheek with his hand, before he started to slam into you again.

You bit your lip to keep from screaming, wrapping your legs around him, your fingers digging into his back. It all felt so good, and along with your oncoming orgasm you felt something shifting in your chest. As he held you, his eyes on yours, it felt like your heart was being pulled from your body. A panic filled you, your eyes pooling with tears, pleasure still coursing through you at the same time, threatening to explode. You didn’t realize it but you were whimpering, from pleasure or heartache you couldn’t decipher.

He watched all of this play out on your face, before he kissed you softly. When he pulled away, he whispered low in your ear, “It’s okay, baby, let it go. I’m here. I’ve got you.”

You came with a cry then, not caring if Johnny heard you. It was the most intense orgasm you’d ever had in your life, and with it came a release of a different kind. The tears that had pooled in your eyes finally fell, your chest finally light again. Jaehyun cradled your face in his hands, kissing your tears away.

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A/N: I know it’s not a commonly held notion that Jaehyun is a sub in any way, but I just liked the idea of Y/N just throwing him for a loop and turning his world upside down like that (literally, lol). So anyway, just suspend your disbelief for that moment :)

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Can i request how different idv characters would act as roommates? Eli, Helena, Luca, Edgar, Vera, Norton and Fiona if thats alright with you :DDD

warnings? kinda suggestive, crack fic, cussing

mod toby and mod bread helped me do this fic, its a bit all over the place but it was fun so no regrets

Eli Clark

I feel like being roommates with eli would be pretty pleasant

everything would be clean all the time

he’s the type of kid that everyone wants on their team because of how good he is at everything

so if you scored a roomie like him, you got super lucky

if you left a mess he wouldn’t get mad, he would probably just clean it up himself and leave a sticky note that said to clean up ur mess next time(but not like, passive aggressively)

ofc you would clean up after the cute sticky note, bc who can say no to this bb? 

If you don’t clean up tho, brooke rose will probably shit on your hair when u sleep

tbh you’ve always wondered what eli looked like without his eye mask

so one time when Eli was sleeping, you went next to his bed to try and take his eye mask off and see what he looks like.

You took off the mask and found out it was a dummy 

a few seconds later you heard footsteps and you turned around

Eli came up behind you and knocked you out with a bat

you two don’t speak of that day.

Brooke kept screeching last night, and you got no sleep at all, so I guess we’re having chicken for dinner 

Unless you had a good reason, then eli and brooke prob won’t mind cleaning up after u

I can imagine you going back to your shared room in the manor after a rough match and seeing eli just sweeping the room in an apron and a cloth covering his hair looking like cinderella

“Honey, I’m home!”

basically if you lived with eli, you basically had a husband/mom/wife???

If you came back to the manor, beaten up and bruised from the last match he would prob pester you and nag you

while cleaning up you wounds he would prob say, “You have to be more careful, im always worrying. You’re gonna give your mom a heart attack!”

seriously tho, don’t worry this bb, he would actually have a heart attack

Helena Adams

i think living with helena would probably feel like some sort of kdrama

she might be a bit clumsy and trip over a few things, falling into your arms bc of her blindness

though she might be doing it on purpose

If you moved things in the room without telling her, she would probably get mad

for example, you move the sofa chair a little bit to the right bc you thought it looked better

helena walks in the room, sits down on the sofa chair and ends up accidentally sitting on the sofa chair arm rest instead

resulting in her bottom hurting and a very long talk with you

she got her revenge weeks later

she had asked you to check under her bed for monsters because she couldn’t do it herself

you were teasing her for still being afraid of monsters but looked underneath anyways

low and behold, 

she put a mirror there.

will even wack you with her cane if you’re being annoying

Her cane is pretty affective in shutting you up lol only sometimes

“Hey Helena, are you braille? ‘cause i can read you like a book when i touch yo-” *wack* *moans*

helena: ...

you: ...

helena: ...im leaving

you: heleNA WAIT-

One time everyone at the manor was celebrating Helena’s birthday with a piñata, 2 seconds later she was beating the shit out of Luca with her cane

even after everyone’s been yelling that he wasn’t the piñata

One time you and Helena had a staring contest because you were both bored.

She won.

sometimes to get her close to you, you would sit on the sofa chair super quietly and still

And then you’d wait for her to come and sit on your lap thinking it was the chair

and it would work 

she would probably sit on your lap for a few minutes, confused as to why the chair felt elevated

and then she would feel your arms snake around her waist

and she would- “whAT THE FUCK- SCREEEEEEE”

she would probably make a cute bird noise and then just sit there, not knowing if she should leave or not

in her head, “THEIR LAP IS SO WARM OH MY GOD WHY DIDN’T THIS HAPPEN SOONER”

in real life, “let go of me you pathetic mortal”

you’d beg her to stay on ur lap longer and she would cave in

but she didn’t stay because she liked you! baka

Luca Balsa

living with luca will probably be the opposite of eli’s

messes, everywhere

inventions, everywhere

at one point though you had a sneaking suspicion he might be a bunch of rats.

 you saw him outside crouching beside you guys’ room with a bunch of rats coming out his sleeve and running into a crack in the building

“its for science!”

he’s also super scared of helena

Luca doesn’t like to admit it, but he got his purple eye from Helena after he made a bad pick-up line for the blind. 

She’s been chanting “one of us” and threatening to “finish the job” ever since.

he’s basically a big baby that needs to be taken care of

i feel like he might break down sometimes from not doing his invention right, or feeling insecure

but i guess his rats are there to help

but since he had a roomie, he wouldn’t be able to cry on his own

and its a good thing because he doesnt have to do everything by himself anymore

he learns to ask for help when living with you

you’d help him through his episodes and he would slowly start to become more reliant on you

if he was feeling a bit moody, he would unconsciously try to find you to cuddle with

if you lived with him, you’d probably have to be very responsible

luca would have his own bed that he would never sleep in because he wouldn’t be able to sleep without you in his arms

everytime he shifts in bed, you’d feel a tiny shock

it kinda bothered you so

you pranked Luca by touching him with those zappy ring things you’d get from a dollar store.

You just wanted that mother fucker to get a taste of his own medicine

he would basically be a puppy that follow you around, he would constantly old your head

probably refers to you as his

like if you downed a shot that barmaid made for you, he would be like, “EYYYY THATS MY BABy-heurghrhgh”

now you have a drunk baby that you have to take care of

You tried giving luca a shower afterwards, now you know how it feels getting electrocuted.

And trust me, Luca and water do not mix.

good luck have fun

Edgar Valden

living with edgar would consist of 

1. edgar being super specific of what was his and what you can’t touch

2. big tsundere baby

3. sketches of you hiding in his sketch book

if you lived with edgar, you’d have to be super patient with his nagging or else you’d have to find a new roomie

he’s constantly nagging you

but if you are tired of it and give him the silent treatment, he’d probably just nag you even more for attention

you need to give this man attention or else

you ignored him for a whole day once because he said something mean

he decided to give you some milk and cookies as an apology

the ‘milk’ was his muddy paint water and the cookies were expired

i feel like one day you two would be arguing about who moved his stuff, your argument being he unconsciously moved his stuff, his argument being you moved his stuff

you guys were so heated up you didn’t notice how close you two were getting

edgar ended up pouncing on you like a feral dog

though when you woke up, you both agreed that you ended up winning the argument

when you’re reading or just doing nothing, he’d ask to sketch you or paint you

i-its not because he thinks you’re beautiful or anything

its just because he thinks that your whole self is aesthetically pleasing and pleasing to the eye- but not because he thinks you’re pretty!

sometimes when he was super focused on his art, he wouldn’t notice your figure slowly approach him

you’d boop his nose and watch as he froze

wh- hoW DARE YOU LAY YOUR HANDS ON A VALDEN

secretly tho, he really loves it when you do that.

like

do it more

please or not whatever

Vera Nair

Vera would probably be a bit anxious when she heard she was gonna get a roomie

but she would do her best to be at her best behaviour

she’s very well mannered and is very polite

she’d kinda be the type to silently care for you

like, she’d notice the little things that bothered you and made sure they wouldn’t bother you ever again

like, if you stubbed your toe alot, she would give everything that you could stub your toe with, rubber covers or socks

but she wouldn’t tell you it was her even though it was obviously her

if you fell asleep on your desk instead of your bed, she would probably but a blanket on ur shoulders and a pillow underneath where you left your head

she’s the thoughtful type

before you went for matches, she’d give you a cheek kiss for good luck

and if you did the same, she would probably play it cool but then panic a second later.

theykissedmetheykissedmetheykissedme-

im sorry this is short idk what to do for her-

Norton Campbell

oh BOY

once norton starts to warm up to you, you guys are basically married

like there was no proposal, just “do you take this man to be your husband- you can’t say no”

he would probably take care of you alot

even when you didn’t need it

i can do it mysel- no

but actually, before he warmed up to you he was pretty cold, 

he felt himself growing feelings for you

and he didn’t want to because he was afraid he would lose you and he would have to go through the heartbreak of losing someone all over again

he would leave the room to go hang out somewhere else

he would keep his distance and not talk with you much

but there was this one time where you woke up with him around you, you just pretended you didn’t wake up and relished in the feeling

it took some time, but eventually he warmed up to you

though he still constantly worries about you, he doesn’t want you to get hurt

during matches he would always take hits for you, and just stay closer to you in general

he wanted to make sure you got back to the manor safely, it didn’t matter if he was sent back via rocket chair

he always put you as his #1 priority

he also gets jealous super easily, he’s scared someone will swoop you away from him

so to make sure everyone knows that you belong to him, he’d give you his clothes to wear

not only do his clothes look adorable on you, everyone will know that you’re his

probably pester you a lot if you tripped or got a paper cut

“yoU COULD HAVE DIED” “IT WAS A PAPER CUT”

Once, Norton got stuck to the fridge like a magnet for 5 hours

He’s been using that as an excuse to force you to bring him his snacks every since.

pick up lines are a definite yes

sometimes you’d be shitting and you’d hear outside the bathroom door a faint,

“My love for you is like Diarrhea.” “norton what the fuck im shitting-” “i just can’t hold it in” cue camera zooming in on his face and him smirking into the camera “OH MY GOD WHY”

like Luca, his bed is useless. he always needs you in his arms when sleeping, he wants to protect you and just feel you closer to him

puts him at ease

kisses? hell yes.

if you had to go to a match without him he would send you off with a ton of gross wet kisses on your face ew

He might even try to seduce you into staying

“norton I’m gonna lose morality points!” “fuck your morality points, i wanna smash”

Fiona Gilman

I feel like fiona would probably super psyched when she heard about sharing rooms with you

I headcanon her to be super bubbly and social but when she is alone with her thoughts she’d probably regret everything 

“why did i say that why did i say that why did i say that-”

probably prays to god, “please kill me”

she tries her best to make sure you’re comfortable

she doesnt make a big mess and she makes sure she cleans up after herself, overall a pretty cool roommate

except for those times for when she tries to babtize you while you’re showering-

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING” “THE LORD SHALL CLEANSE YOUR SOUL WITH HOLY WATER-” “what the f- iS THIS ALCOHOL???”

this has happened too many times^^^

one time she accidentally created an ultra portal in the toilet. 

Y’all still have no idea where it leads, and no intent of finding out. 

Although, Kreacher has been complaining of some nasty stuff appearing in his room

i feel like during matches she would always call you with her portals to say hi or just give you a small kiss

it stopped being cute when she went through the portal and ended up seeing the hunter instead of you

mentally scarred from that

sometimes things would disappear in your shared room too, not only the toilet

you’re convinced she has a bunch of hidden portals in the room

like, one time you dropped a pencil and it went through the ground.

you never saw it again

Or you know that missing sock?

Portaled.

i dont know what this turned into

[manianart]

Unlikely Alliance pt2

He woke up due to light shining into the room he was in. His first reaction was to sit up fast and look around, fearing he had overslept and the light had been turned on by someone to get him. But nobody was there-

That’s strange. Why was there light if nobody had used the light switch, he didn’t have a window in his room after all.

Then it hit him, he wasn’t in his room at the facility.

This was a different room. Memories of the previous day came flooding back into his mind and he took a deep breath. Oh, right!

He changed his position, letting his legs hang over the edge of the bed, and looked around the room some more. It wasn’t a bad room. A table with two chairs, a heater, a small carpet, two doors leading to different rooms and a window. The window looked big but when he looked again Sheriff saw that it had bars in front of it. Not that he would really know where to go anyway even if he got the chance to escape. And with the chain around his ankle even the thought of fleeing felt ridiculous. 

Sheriff looked out the window for a bit. It was nice to see the sun rise again. When it went missing the first time he had felt something missing but somehow they had gotten a second chance. He didn’t know how it happened or why but he was happy for it.

He didn’t know how long he had been sitting on the bed staring out when one of the doors suddenly opened and Hank stepped inside.

H: “...you’re awake early.” Sheriff gave an uncertain half smile at that. Sh: “Yeah...I’m used to not sleeping much.” Hank stared at him for a second or two after that. Did he say something wrong? Before he could ask any questions Hank sat down in one of the chairs at the table, motioning for him to come closer and sit as well.

Sheriff swallowed, not sure what was about to come. He quickly got up to follow the others orders, too quickly. Grabbing his middle fast as the stinging signaled the wounds on his stomach opening back up again. Looking down he saw some blood start soaking into his clothes and suddenly Hank was there, holding onto his wrists with his hands and looking at the blood.

H: “What did you do?!”

Sheriff blinked a few times, the harsh tone of the other bringing tears to his eyes.

Sh: “N-nothing! I’ve had these for a while! I think I just moved too fast.”

Hank stared into his eyes with an intensity that made Sheriffs knees feel weak. Would he believe that? It wasn’t a lie after all but what would he do if Hank didn’t believe him?

H: “How?”

Sh: “Wh-what?”

H: “How did this happen?!”

Sh: “O-oh...uhm...remember when...your friends, the rebels, stole that crate? I was tasked with keeping that… there was a locator chip in there that was...pretty important. When Phobos found out I had fucked up...this...this was part of the punishment.”

Hanks eyes showed a huge amount of disbelieve at that, giving Sheriff a few slow blinks before his hands let go of the others wrists and moved down to his shirt so fast Sheriff couldn’t even get out a word of protest. Two of the cuts had opened back up again, seeping out blood and stinging as fresh air hit them.

H: “You didn’t even bandage them!”

Sh: “They were doing okay up until right now! Something must’ve rubbed up against them to cause this…”

Hank sighed, a pang of guilt hitting him in the back of his head as he thought back to the way he carried the Sheriff. Over his shoulder with the others stomach rubbing against his shoulder pads.

H: “This will need to be cleaned and bandaged.” Sheriff felt his face heat up before swiftly covering his midst with his arms. Sh: “Didn’t you just tell me the other day that you don’t want to waste any medical supplies on me?” Anger was leaking out of that statement and Hank stopped for a second. Sheriff was looking away, not able to look at the other at the moment, until Hank started to stand up. He looked unhappy, his eyes cold and his stare and voice leaving no way for discussion as he spoke again.

H: “I said that so you wouldn’t do something stupid! THIS needs to be attended to and you WILL comply with what is about to happen, Un-der-STOOD?!”

Sheriff gave a whimpered response, nodding to show he understood.

Hank nodded as well, leaving the room after staring at the other for a few seconds longer to see if the point really was made clear.

When he was satisfied with the resulting shiver he got from the Sheriff he left and got back inside the room a few minutes later, a medi-kit in one hand and Sheriffs beloved hat in the other.

H: “Forgot to give this back yesterday. Here.” Hank swiftly placed the hat on top of Sheriffs head, covering his eyes with it by placing it wonky.

A snicker came from the taller man as Sheriff grabbed for the hat, a bit disoriented at that since he was under the impression he’d never see it again. Rearranging his hat so he could see again he sucked in some air as Hank was really close now, staring at the cuts and getting out some cotton balls, a flask with some liquid and some bandages.

The moment the flask was opened the room was filled with the strong smell of the disinfectant.

H: “Hold still and it’ll be over soon.” Sheriff nodded and bit his lower lip as a cotton ball doused in the disinfectant was pressed to one of the cuts.

The coldness of it hit him first and then the bruning started. Fucking damn this hurt.

Hank worked fast, making sure all the cuts were taken care of before taking the bandages and putting them around Sheriffs mid section. He pulled them a little too tight for Sheriffs liking but the smaller man didn’t dare say anything. Once done Hank looked at his work, making sure nothing looked out of place or bad. When he was happy with it all he packed away the left over supplies, recapping the flask and putting away the clean cotton balls before grabbing the bloodied supplies to discard of them.

H: “You can close that now. I’ll get some food.” Sheriff quickly got to buttoning up his shirt again before halting his actions.

Sh: “Wait. Food? How did you get that? I mean...if medical supplies are so low HOW do you have food?”

Hank turned around, looking at Sheriff for a second or two, probably contemplating on if he could tell the other or not, before deciding that there was no danger to it.

H: “Your organization likes to raid peoples homes, right?”

Sh: “Don’t...don’t call them my...uhm… yeah I guess.”

H: “When you guys kidnap these people your underlings always take most of the med supplies in the house or apartment they raid but they never take the food. We just have to wait a bit and then there’s basically free food just sitting around.”

Sheriff nodded, that made sense.

He felt kind of bad now, hearing how careless the foot soldiers of the Nexus were truly being.

Sh: “Oh...okay.”

With that the other man left the room, leaving the Sheriff sitting at the table to ponder what he had been told.

About 10 minutes later Hank reentered the room with a plate and a glass. Sheriff was lost in thought, looking out the window again and holding his midriff while looking like he was having a conniption.

He flinched away when Hank placed down the plate and glass, looking up fast and wondering how someone so tall and big could be this silent.

Sh: “Th-thanks.”

Hank nodded.

Looking down Sheriff saw a piece of bread with a fried egg on top and a glass of water. His stomach reminded him that he hadn’t eaten in a while, not being able to stomach much while inside the Nexus headquarters.

He picked up the water first though, happy to have some liquid for his dry throat before turning his attention to the food. His first bite felt heavenly. The food was good.

Everything was gone in no time and Sheriff looked to his side to see Hank was watching him with a strange look on his face.

Sh: “Uhm..thank you. It was really good.”

H: “You looked like a starving dog eating that. Do they not feed you or what?”

Sheriff felt himself shrink a bit, his shoulders moving up to somewhat hide his face.

Sh: “We get food, yeah. Just...wasn’t hungry in a while so I never got any from the mess hall.”

Hanks eyes became slits at that, making Sheriff shrink in on himself even more.

H: “How long did you not eat for?”

Sheriff had to think about that for a second.

Sh: “About..two days plus yesterday..I think? I didn’t really think about it at the time. Just drank a lot of water and juice.”

Hanks eyes went wide at that.

H: “Three days?! Did nobody notice you not eating?!”

Sh: “Nobody cared.”

Hank felt himself tense, breathing out hard and giving a growl.

H: “Fucking hell those idiots are incompetent.” Sheriff felt himself smile but it was a bitter smile.

Sh: “Perfect for me then, isn’t it?”

Hank looked down at the other, self deprecating humor the last thing he thought would come from the other at a time like this. Sh: “Where do I put the plate?” H: “I’ll bring it to the kitchen.” Sh: “A kitchen?” H: “Yeah, normal apartments tend to have one of those.”

Sh: “Can I see?”

Hank looked at him for a long moment.

H:”The chain isn’t long enough.”

Sheriff sighed.

Sh: “That’s a no...fine. I get it.”

Hank sighed before grabbing the plate, leaving the glass with Sheriff. Sheriff looked back out the window, nothing else to do really getting lost in his own thoughts again but right as he was slowly turning off the world around him Hank suddenly put a hand on his shoulder.

Sh: “Wuah!”

H: “Calm down, it’s just me. I’ll need to get in contact with the others now so I brought you a book and something to write with. Just be quiet and don’t disturb me for the next few hours, okay? The chain is long enough to go to the bathroom or the hallway and the hallway closet if you need anything to clean if you want to. We haven’t used this hide out in a while so you might need that. Just be quiet, okay?” Sh: “Y-yeah, sure.” Sheriff held his chest as his heart was racing. Hank really did surprise him.

He felt the taller man hold onto his shoulder a little longer before leaving the room again, leaving him with the book and some paper and pens.

The call to his comrades took about 3 hours, explaining what happened, his situation now and what he had done or more specific, who he had taken along and why. 2B was skeptical and so was Sanford, with Deimos alone giving the benefit of the doubt. They couldn’t get to Hank any time soon sadly. He was rather far from their normal headquarters, too far into the city for them to not be noticed. Hank nodded, understanding their stance and started to make more plans with them.

Once everything was said and done he decided to go take a shower. Feeling refreshed after that he looked over to the door that lead to the room Sheriff was in. He had kept quiet alright. Maybe Hank should check up on the man.

Walking over he knocked on the door, halfway out of reflex after hearing 2Bs voice and halfway because he didn’t want to catch Sheriff off guard again. The man looked so pitiful when he got startled and it messed with Hanks head.

Hearing no answer from the other Hank opened the door to look inside the room. He found Sheriff sleeping at the table, his body hunched over some drawings and his hand still somewhat holding onto the pen he had been using. Hank felt a smile tug at the corners of his mouth, being reminded of 2B or Deimos when they’d make plans for the team.

His curiosity somewhat peaked at what the other was drawing. Slowly walking up to the table and peeking over the others shoulder he saw a picture of the room Sheriff was staying in. It looked...good. Real good actually. Hank grabbed at the paper, waking Sheriff in the process.

Sh: “Hmh? Is your meeting already over?”

H: “Yah...you draw this?” Sh: “Yeah, already finished the book so I thought that that could keep me busy.”

Hanks eyes went wide at that.

H: “You already finished the book?”

Sh: “Yeah, I always was a fast reader. It’s one of the reasons I moved up the ranks so fast. I could remember about anything you gave me to read so the work I did was almost always good if it was just paperwork.”

H: “Huh. That...weirdly makes sense.”

Sheriff gave a half smile at that before turning to the table again, grabbing his glass to drink but finding it empty. Hank saw it and silently took it from him, going away and returning with a full glass and a plastic bottle with water in it.

H: “Here you go. This should make it easier.”

Sheriff looked up, his expression unreadable to Hank.

Sh: “Thank you. ....what is going to happen to me now?”

H: “Well, 2B wanted me to kill you right away before you cause trouble-”

Sheriff flinched at that. His heart beginning to pick up it’s pace he swallowed hard.

H: “But Deimos and Sanford mentioned that you could maybe help us out with some things so 2B let it slide and just told me to keep an eye on you.”

Sheriff sighed, releasing the breath he had been holding.

Sh: “Yeah sure, I can try.”

Hank gave him a funny look now.

H: “Just like that? I don’t even have to torture you?”

Sh: “Please no. I mean...what else can I even do? If I try to do something stupid you kill me. If I were to escape, Phobos will probably get me and then...I don’t really want to think about that possibility to be honest. And if I were to set you up you either die and I slowly starve to death or you get hurt and come back and kill me then. So...my best option...my only option really, is to help you guys to end this whole mess.”

Hank listened to the other man, noting how broken he truly sounded. Once the other stopped talking Hank thought about what he said. It was true, the best thing to do would be to help out and end this chaos. Still, Hank didn’t fully trust the man in front of him yet. He’d start asking questions he already knew the answers to for now before relying on the info he got.

“Okay, then lets talk a bit.”, Hank said, grabbing the other chair provided and sitting down opposite of the other.

For the next half hour they talked, Hank asking questions about menial stuff he knew already and Sheriff answering everything truthfully up until one question.

H: “What circuit do I need to short to get the east door to building deta to open?”

Sh: “...upper left in the control panel.”

Hanks eyes lit up for a second, knowing that the right answer would be the lower left panel.

H: “Wrong! That was a test.”

Sheriff looked at him confused for a second before he flinched back and brought his hands up to shield himself from Hank as he stood up slowly.

Sh: “NO WAIT! The plans for that building were updated after one of the techs found traces of a hacker in our system viewing the plans to the building! I told you the truth I SWEAR!”

Hank halted in his movement, cocking his head to one side.

H: “What?”

Sh: “We recently updated some of our plans as well as some codes and passwords after a hacker attack was detected. That was about 2 weeks ago. I got the new plans memorized the moment they were given to me. Please. What would I get out of lying to you?!”

Hank thought back to the time he watched 2B hack into one of the systems of a branch of the Nexus organizations. How long had it been since then?

Right, two weeks. Looking up at the others' face he looked for traces of guilt or manipulation but all he found was fear and uncertainty.

H: “What else was changed?!” Sh: “U-uhm...17 different passcodes, 3 door panels, 9 groupings of guards were updated on their weapons and the main door to Phobos quarters was reinforced so it could withstand weapons up to the strength of a grenade...w-why? Do you...believe me?”

Hank ran a hand over his face and head.

H: “Not sure yet, but if what you are saying is true it complicates things.” Sheriff looked down, looking somewhat defeated now.

Sh: “Oh..okay.”

H: “I’ll have to talk to the others again. Don’t try anything while I’m gone. We’ll talk again later.”

With that Hank walked out of the room leaving behind a scared and uncertain Sheriff.

Sheriff wanted to say something, to try and get Hank to believe him, but he knew better than to try, so all he did was look after the other with a dejected look on his face, a single “okay” leaving his mouth before the door to the room he was in was shut and he was alone once more.

[firefly464]

The Real World - Chapter 4

Uhhh so I may have gotten a bit carried away writing this chapter... Oh well! I had lots of fun writing it :D

Made in collaboration with @i-have-this-now

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Tommy stared out the window of his small wooden shack. He had been relocated from the broken down van to a new, hastily put together room in the corner of L’manberg. Everyone had figured that the van was due to collapse at any second, and they didn’t exactly want the teenager in there when it did. After all, it wasn’t like he could just go back to his own base. That was directly in the middle of the Dream SMP. Going back there would be like signing a death warrant. 

He understood his friends thought process, he really did. But just because he understood it didn’t mean he was happy about it. Ever since he arrived in this strange world, the broken down van had been his home away from home. He knew that just being in it was dangerous, but that didn’t really matter. It was important to him. He was just glad they hadn’t forced him to stay in the underground bunker with everyone else. 

He sighed as he stared up at the night sky. What time was it now anyways. 2am? Maybe 3? Didn’t really matter either way. His mind was too full for sleep. He kept thinking about his home. His real home. He thought about his family and friends. He thought about his dogs, his favorite foods. How long had it been since he last slept in his own bed? Since he had eaten something that wasn’t just bread and steak? 

A tear slid down his face. He wanted to go home… But he had no idea how he had even gotten to this world, much less how to get out. Hell, there wasn’t even anyone who he could talk to about it. Unless…

A thought crossed his mind. He recalled how Dream had acted during the duel, in the seconds before he had lost consciousness. He had screamed and ran over to his side, as if trying to check on him. It was something that didn’t match up with the stories tubbo had told him. Whenever Tubbo had brought up Dream, his eyes filled with genuine anger and hatred. He spoke of a ruthless man who had destroyed their lives. A man who wasted no time in attempting to blow them all up. A man who had laid down explosives just to prove a point. It was a story that just hadn’t made sense to Tommy. 

Dream was a nice guy, and a friend. Sure he would tease and poke fun, but that didn’t change the fact that he meant well. It also didn’t make sense with what he had seen. After the duel, Tommy hadn’t seen Dream at all. If the stories Tubbo told were true, then it would have made sense for him to attack while he was unconscious or wounded. 

Maybe… Maybe Dream was connected to what was happening to him? He knew that it was a stretch, but at this point he had no other leads. He just wanted to figure out what was going on and how he could leave. 

He scanned the dark L’manberg property. Empty. Not a single torch or lantern was lit. Which meant… it was clear for him to make a run for it. He knew for a fact that none of his friends would support him going to visit the enemy. If they had any idea what he was trying to do, they would lock him inside the wooden shack until the nether froze over.

Quietly, he slipped out into the warm summer night. As quietly as he could, Tommy crept across the terrain to a small hole in the wall. He couldn’t go out the main entrance, it was completely caved in from the explosion. Trying to climb it would only end poorly. 

He was nearly out of the L’manberg property when a voice cut through the silent night air. “Tommy? Where are you going?”

The teenager swore under his breath. Of course Wilbur was out here. He had even said earlier that he was going to try to keep watch. Tommy turned to where the voice had come from, and nearly shrieked. In the pale moonlight, Wilbur looked like a monster straight out of a story book. His eyes were blood-shot and puffy. Pale, almost translucent looking skin was stretched across his face. His cheeks were sunken in , giving him a ghostly appearance. 

Tommy stepped closer to the older man, now feeling concerned more than anything “I was just… going for a walk…” he said, trying to make the lie sound convincing. 

Wilbur scoffed. “At 2 in the morning? I thought you were supposed to be resting.” he raised an eyebrow 

“I um… got better?” he responded, running his hand through his hair, “and I just wanted to go look around a bit… I’ve been inside for the past week.” he chuckles nervously

“Chugging 5 health potions if not enough to be considered ‘better,’ Tommy. I thought you already learned your lesson.” He made air quotes with his fingers to send his message across.

Tommy’s eyes widened “how did you…” his voice trailed off

His friend laughed at his confusion. “I saw you on the roof of the van earlier. No way would you have been able to make it up there if you were still injured. A quick check on our potion supply was all it took to confirm my suspicions.” 

“W-well then you should know that I’m perfectly capable of going on there on my own! I’m healed up now!” 

“Tommy, I don’t care how healed you are. You aren’t going out there on your own. Understood?”

Tommy’s jaw dropped open “What? Why the fuck not?”

“Because it's dangerous! Who knows what could happen to you if you went out there. Dream already tried to kill you once, who's to say that it won't happen again?” 

“I can take care of myself! I’m not going to do anything stupid” 

“Do you really expect me to believe that? You literally challenged Dream to a fucking duel while we tried negotiating peace treaties. If that isn’t idiotic then I don’t know what is.”

Tommy took a deep breath. Of course Wilbur didn’t trust him to go out on his own. Pretty much every other choice he had made was rash and dumb. Even if it had been mostly for the sake of entertainment in the real world, that wasn’t the case in this world. He was just a brash teenager here. “Will, I’ll be fine. I promise. I just need a chance to go and clear my head. We both know that I won’t get a chance to during the day.” 

Wilbur closed his eyes, considering Tommy’s offer. He did understand where he was coming from. The L’manberg territory wasn’t that big, and it could feel suffocating at times. Besides, he needed to trust his second in command, didn’t he? “Fine. But I expect you to be back by dawn. And I want you to come back and report to me immediately if you see anything suspicious. Understood?” 

He nodded, releasing a breath that he didn’t know he had been holding. “Of course,” he said, taking a step towards the hold in the wall. “Go get some rest Wilbur. You look terrible” 

He shook his head “I’m fine. I just need to keep everyone safe”

“You can’t keep people safe if you’re passed out. Go rest. I’ll wake you up if I see anything.” 

“... Fine. Just be careful” Wilbur stood and walked away from the tree he was sitting against. Tommy stared at his friend’s retreating figure for a moment, before walking out into the crisp summer night. 

As soon as he knew Tommy had left, Wilbur turned and rushed towards the hole in the wall. Like hell was he going to let Tommy go off on his own. The kid was going to do something stupid with no one to back him up. Will wasn’t going to let that happen.

~~~

Dream stood in the training grounds above his home. With a wooden training sword in his hand, he attempted to practice some of the techniques that George had used earlier that day. God, why was he so fucking useless? 

24 seconds. That was how long the longest bout had lasted. 24 seconds before Dream surrendered. It had taken George 4 different bouts before he had called it a day. Dream had refused. He begged his friend to teach him how to use the sword, making up some bull shit excuse about the lingering effects from the poison to justify it. He wanted to learn how to fight. After all, he was apparently the best at combat in the smp. It made sense. After all, he was a world record holder. So why on earth was he so useless?!

“Because its not a fucking game anymore,” he said out loud, frustration seeping into his voice. He was glad no one was around to hear him, or to see him stumbling around with the practice sword. 

“Here I thought you were supposed to be good at PVP,” said a voice behind him. Tommy's voice… Dream whirled around, still holding the sword. 

On one hand, he felt a rush of relief at the words. Tommy had survived. He was ok. But on the other, he was still the second in command of L’manberg. For all Dream knew, Tommy could have been sent to assassinate him. It was a theory that was only made more likely when he considered his failure from earlier that day. Wilbur had somehow heard about how weak and pathetic he had become, and sent Tommy to kill him while he couldn’t fight back. 

Dream locked eyes with his friend. Tommy stood at the opposite side of the small training grounds, watching Dream practice. The teenager stepped onto the wooden floor and picked up one of the practice swords. He held it in his hand for a moment, before making a couple swings and stabs. He may not have fallen over, but he still looked like a dork. 

Tommy let out a laugh, “This is so cool. This is so fucking cool!” he spun and pointed the sword at Dream. His face had a massive grin on it, making him look like a little kid. “Come at me bitch boy, I’ve got a knife! What are you gonna do about it!” 

Dream raised an eyebrow. Tommy was acting as if he had never held a sword in his life. But that didn’t make sense. In this world, sword fighting seemed to be rather common. And Tommy had been rather skilled at minecraft PVP. That should have translated to his combat abilities in this world. So why was he acting like a 5 year old? “You act like you’ve never held a sword before,” Dream said. 

Tommy stared at Dream, trying to gauge his reaction. He tried to figure out the best response. He had heard Dream muttering about it not being a game anymore, but that wasn’t nearly enough to risk revealing himself. So instead he pushed just a little more. “Says the one flailing around like a headless chicken. Aren’t you supposed to be the Minecraft god? Or are you just bad?”

Dream froze. No one had even mentioned the word Minecraft since he had arrived here. Whenever he tried bringing it up in conversation, his friends had just looked at him like he was crazy. But here Tommy was just saying it like it was nothing. “How do you-” he began to ask, but was cut off by the sound of metal. 

Tommy’s eyes narrowed. Dream knew something. And he wasn’t sharing. In a single motion, he drew his netherite sword and pointed it at Dream’s throat. He took a deep breath, trying to keep his hand from trembling. Dream dropped his practice sword and raised his hands in the air. Tommy was seething with anger. “I fucking knew it! You stupid son of a bitch I knew you had something to do with this! What did you do to me?! Where am I?! Why can’t I go home?!”

“I-”

“What are you planning Dream? What are you trying to get out of this?” He growled. 

“I don’t know!” Dream said desperately “I don’t know what's going on!” 

“Bullshit! You’re the only one who’s even remotely reacted to something from the real world. You must know something!” 

“Tommy I just want to go home!” Dream shouts “I don’t fucking belong here! Don’t you think if I knew how to leave, I would?!” 

“Give me one good reason why I should believe you,” he said, stepping forward slightly so that the tip of the blade rested against Dream’s throat. 

“Because you’re my friend!” he yelled. “If I knew how to help you, or what to do, then I would!”

Tommy considered Dream’s words. He had a point… the two of them were friends, weren’t they? Tommy should at least give him the courtesy of listening to his side of the story before jumping to any conclusions. Dream’s appearance only solidified his decision. His eyes were red and swollen from lack of sleep. He looked like he was in a similar condition to Wilbur. Except instead of stress and worry, Dream’s declining health was due to frustration and fear. 

He lowered the blade to his side and stepped back. “Fine. I’ll believe you for now.” He looked down at his hand “When were you brought here?” 

Dream let out a breath of relief. He knew that if Tommy had really wanted to, he could have run him through, no questions asked. And Dream didn’t even know how to defend himself. “About a week ago I think? It was during the bow duel…” 

Tommy nodded. “Same. All I remember was being on the computer, and then suddenly I held a bow and had an arrow through my chest.”

Dream winced “Are you ok now at least? I’ve been really scared that I actually killed you…” 

“Fine. I drank a couple health pots earlier today, so at least my wound is healed. It’s been more boring than anything else” he was silent for a moment, thinking. “Dream… How much do you know about the war?” 

“Um, wasn’t it pretty much the same as it was in game?” 

Tommy shook his head “No. According to Tubbo, it was so much worse here… Apparently the war has been going on for over half a year now. I guess the only reason everyone lasted so long was because they were constantly downing health and regen pots. But even so, I guess it was a bloodbath…” his voice trailed off, remembering the pained and weary expression on Tubbo’s face when he had talked about it. 

“Are you serious…?” 

“Yeah. Everyone back in L’manberg is terrified of you. They all despise you for what you’ve done to them. I guess the other you was a ruthless monster…” 

The concerned look on Dream's face only grew more and more as Tommy continued talking. The two of them stood in silence once Tommy had finished. After a couple minutes of thinking, he finally spoke. “Tomorrow, I’ll be calling a council to negotiate a peace treaty. I’m going to put an end to this war, once and for all.”

Tommy nodded “that sounds… good. It’ll be nice to not have everyone look so fucking scared all the time” He glanced up at the moon in the sky. “I need to be heading back. Will is gonna be worried if I’m not back soon.”

“Oh yeah, isn’t it past your bedtime?” he asked with a chuckle

A smile broke out onto tommys face “I’ll have you know, I am far too old and mature for bedtimes.” 

“Right. I’m sure that everyone would agree with that” 

“Oh they most definitely would. After all, I’m the second in command to Wilbur! It takes a lot of maturity to do that.” 

“Uh huh. Get going you freaking child” 

“Sorry, I can’t hear you over the sound of your stupidity!” Tommy called out as he walked away from Dream and back to L’manberg. For the first time since he had woken up, he felt actually hopeful. Hopeful that he would find a way home. Hopeful that maybe things would turn out ok. He grinned to himself as he jogged down the wooden path, mostly just grateful that he was no longer all alone.

~~~ Wilbur paced in his small room, trying to figure out what to do. The conversation between Tommy and Dream echoed in his mind. At first, he had been following Tommy to protect him and make sure he didn’t do anything rash. He had very nearly revealed himself to the teenager when he had approached the training grounds. But then he had heard him start to speak.

Tommy may have baited and attacked Dream at first, but then Dream had claimed to be a friend. Wilbur wasn’t sure what bothered him more. The fact that Dream was claiming to be an ally, or the fact that those words had caused Tommy to spare him. Just last week, Tommy had sworn to kill Dream, no matter what. Why on earth had he suddenly changed his mind? 

Unless… Unless it was all an act. An act to get close to them, then stab them in the backs. No. No Tommy would never do that. There had to be some other explanation. Some other reasoning for his behavior. 

Wilbur hadn’t heard the conversation after Tommy had spared Dream. He knew that he should have stayed, but he couldn’t bear watching his friend betray him. Better to live in the dark. He would just have to keep an eye on him. Yeah. Keep an eye on him, and make sure that he didn’t do anything to hurt them. 

It would be fine. Everything would be fine.

~~~

“Look. If you’re here to ask about Tommy or Dream, then you can piss off. I came back to streaming for a break from all that,” Tubbo told his viewers. His eyes involuntarily drifted towards his other monitor, as they often did when he thinking about his missing friends. His second monitor was where he had Discord open. Where Tommy and Dream still sat in the main voice channel, completely silent. Neither of their families had the heart to turn off their computers, so they just sat there, exactly as they were before they vanished. Tubbo liked to sit in the vc whenever he was streaming. Something about it was… comforting to him. He wasn’t sure why. 

His attention was drawn back to the stream chat by a donation. It was filled with questions about his missing friends.

He let out a groan of frustration. “All right, we’re going on sub only mode for a bit. I can’t deal with this shit right now. Thanks mods,” he told the chat, “I know, I know, I don’t like it either. But I just can’t deal with questions about them right now. Sorry guys.” 

That was when it happened. A rustling sound. A voice very quietly saying, “what the…” 

Tubbo frowned in confusion. “Can you guys hear that? Or is it just me?” he asked. 

That was when he heard it. Tommy's voice. Tommy’s voice coming in from the discord vc. All he said were two words. “Hello? Tubbo?” 

The stream went offline.

~~~

Master Post

First - Previous - Next

[puckinghell]

"I don't want to ruin your party" with Jake Virts?

Losing a friend is harder than breaking up with a lover.

You’re 100% convinced of this, and the reason that that’s true is because when you go through a break up, your friends are understanding.

When you have a fight with a friend, your other friends are gonna be dicks about it.

“You didn’t tell me we were going to Jake’s birthday party,” you hiss, clutching Brock’s hoodie as you try to stop him walking.

It doesn’t work; Brock is a lot stronger than you, and he’s a stubborn asshole, at that.

“Boes,” you continue, trying to dig your heels in. “Brock! I’m not going!”

“Yes you are,” he says. “You are going to Jake’s birthday party. This whole thing with Jake is dumb, and you’re gonna get over it.”

He finally stands still, crosses his arms and stares at you with a frown on his face. His voice is sharp when he speaks. “You’re my friend. You’re Petey’s friend. Bo loves you. Quinn misses you. And I don’t give a rat’s ass if Jake said some stupid shit and now you can’t even look at him anymore, you’re gonna get over it, because I don’t like that I can’t see two of my best friends at the same time.” He raises an eyebrow. “Besides, if you don’t come, Huggy is gonna be very upset. Do you wanna upset Huggy, Y/N?”

No, you don’t wanna upset Quinn. He’s kinda your rookie, or it feels like that anyway, when he came into the league wide eyed and nervous and you were the very first person to make him laugh and do three tequila shots, after which he threw up in Brock’s bathroom.

No team bonding like tequila bonding.

So, the threat of upsetting Quinn and the fact that Brock won’t let go of your wrist means you end up standing in Jake’s apartment, which is filled to the brim with teammates, and it’s so familiar it’s painful.

You haven’t been over there in 6 months. Ever since Halloween, since you were flirting with one of Jake’s non-hockey friends in a futile attempt to get over your pathetic crush on your absolutely-not-interested-in-that best friend, and Jake got unreasonably upset and said some messed up things.

Donny is sitting at your feet, wagging his tail. He got really excited when you came in and you’ve missed the dogs maybe even more than you’ve missed Jake himself, miss the way they would curl up on the couch with you when you watched Jake’s games on his television, miss how happy they got when you took them on walks, or how they would always sleep in the bed with you when you took care of them on Jake’s roadtrips.

“What did he even say?”

It’s Petey, who asks, suddenly and cutting through the loud music and the boisterous noises of hockey players playing drinking games. Of course it’s Petey; he’s always been able to look straight through people, and you’re no exception.

He can tell that you’re moping.

“He said that I can’t date his friends.” The words still sting, even months later. “He thinks I’m not good enough for them.”

Petey raises an eyebrow, looks like he doesn’t believe you. That stings, too, because you know they’re Jake’s teammates and you would never expect them to be angry at him on your account, but they’re your friends too and shouldn’t they at least believe you?

“Did he say that?” Petey presses. “Those words?”

“No, he said I’m not right for them.” Those words have haunted you every night since that Halloween.

“Ah,” Petey nods, as if that makes more sense.

“Tuna, birthday boy, come join me!” Troy calls out, and you watch as Jake makes his way towards the beer pong table. He’s wearing his snapback backwards, his shirt a little too tight, and there’s a few days worth of stubble on his chin. He looks like a fratboy. He looks good.

God, you miss him.

“I think you’re both dumb,” Petey declares. That’s not surprising; Petey thinks most people are dumb, except for Brock, who actually is dumb but has somehow managed to convince Petey he’s the best thing since sliced bread. It’s the hair, you think.

“Thanks, Alien,” you mumble, and Petey shoots you a dagger of a glare at the use of that nickname. You quickly ruffle his hair, and the glare softens.

“Talk to him,” he says, and you don’t bother to respond to that.

“Gonna get another drink.” You make your way into the kitchen. Donny follows you and suddenly Bruce appears, too, trotting into the kitchen with you.

You’re just rummaging through the fridge when a familiar voice sounds, making all the hairs in your neck stand up.

“They’ve missed you, you know.”

You stand back, close the fridge. “I’ve missed them too.”

When you turn to Jake, he’s leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. His eyes are fixed on the cabinets behind you. He looks awkward, which is probably not fair, since this is his party.

“I can go, if you want,” you blurt out. “I don’t want to ruin your party.”

Jake’s frown, if anything, deepens.

It just makes you nervous, which makes you talk more. “Brock forced me to come, and I wasn’t gonna stay but I was talking to Huggy and then Petey and the dogs were there and…”

“I remember when you gave me my nickname.” Jake’s smile is small, private. “Everyone still calls me Tuna. Nobody still knows why.”

Your mouth shuts with a clack.

Jake sighs. “Look, I know we’re not okay, and you don’t wanna be in the same place as me, but these are your friends too. And, you know… You were gonna be my end game. So.” He shrugs. 

Before you can wonder what the hell that means, he continues. 

“We can just pretend to be friends for right now, and you can have a fun night with the guys, and then you can go back to hating me tomorrow. Just don’t leave, okay? Stay.”

“I don’t hate you.” Another thing you blurt out that you didn’t necessarily wanna say, but you don’t hate him.

It’s the opposite problem, in fact.

“It just wasn’t fun to hear that my best friend doesn’t think I’m good enough to date his friends, you know? Even though I wasn’t even planning to date them, I wasn’t flirting, really, I was just talking, and…”

“Not good enough?” Jake looks baffled. “That is what you thought I meant?”

You immediately go into defense, cross your arms around yourself to protect against the hurt that’s building up.

“That’s what you said.”

“I said you weren’t right for them.” Suddenly, Jake starts laughing.

Great, now you’re getting upset again.

“It’s not funny,” you bite, and you’re wondering whether you can push through him and reach the front door before Brock or Petey stop you, except then Jake steps forward and reaches out.

Suddenly his hands are on yours, carefully tugging them loose from where they’ve crossed under your arms.

“It’s a little funny,” he says, and his voice is fond, “that I somehow messed up telling you that I want to date you so much that you ended up thinking I think you suck.”

Something short circuits in your brain.

“You… want to date me?”

Jake sounds a little sheepish when he says: “That Halloween, I was jealous and kinda drunk. So it’s possible that I wasn’t entirely clear on my intentions.”

“Not entirely…” you sputter. “Jake, you sounded like you hated me!”

“I don’t.” Jake takes a step closer. “I really, really don’t. When I said you weren’t right for them, I meant to say you’re right for me.”

You can’t do much else than press up on your tiptoes and kiss him.

Somewhere in the background, someone yells: “Happy birthday, Tuna!”

[jojo-fantasy-aus]

Fantasy au!

Josuke x F! reader- ch 5

It takes Two

So I just realized after a month that I forgot to upload ch5 here-

Anyway! No TW today! We've escaped the era of creepy men.

It wasn't over as soon as you would've liked, but the moment they popped that lid back open it was possibly the greatest feeling you ever had.

"Oh thank god." You stood up a little too quickly, and stumbled for your balance for just a moment.

"Please, never make me do that again." Josuke laughed a bit, helping you out of the barrel gently. It felt so nice to stretch your legs, arms, and everything really. You had made it out of that godforsaken barrel. Night was still well overhead, and the cold breeze remained as awful as ever. Okuyasu had sat back in the front seat, complaining about the late night endeavor. Josuke scoffed at his behavior.

"You're tired. We get it, but we still need to go over the plan with her, dumbass." Your face shifted in confusion.

"Ouch bro!"

"Plan?" You said over Okuyasu's fake offended words. Josuke nodded, taking his satchel out of the back of the cart and pulling something out. You recognized it as a map as he unfurled it.

"The good News is, Jotaro and the Foundation have been on the search for the Princess and Koichi as well. But…" You felt your heart drop.

"There's bad news?" Josuke nodded solemnly.

"...That man from the alleyway gave us false information. The town he named doesn't actually exist. Jotaro believed that the direction was correct though, so we're going to rendezvous with an old friend that believes the kidnapping has to do with some Duke in his town." He pointed at the town on the paper, it looked like it was at least a few hours away. You might make it there by dawn if you travel through the night without stopping. There was hope, but exhaustion was weighing you down.

"It's good that we have a lead," you yawned, wiping at your eyes in a feeble attempt to keep yourself awake. "Are we traveling through till daylight?" Josuke smiled softly at you, nodding. You couldn't figure out why his smile was so infectious.

"Since you're tired, Okuyasu and I will take the first shift." You couldn't protest that! Josuke went around front as you happily hopped into the back. Okuyasu's tired groans made you feel at least a little guilty, but soon enough you felt yourself slipping away into sleep.

 

Slowly blinking yourself awake was harder than you expected it to be. You were so tired...

"I've never seen you look so soft around someone, Jo. Hehe. After acting so annoyed at all the girls after you too! you've-"

"Shut up, Okuyasu!"

It was hard for you to understand what the two men were saying. You still felt exhausted from the night before. Wait a second, did they ever wake you up to drive the cart? The sleep-deprived brain started to fade away, and cleared up completely when the cart came to a stop. You sat up as Josuke called your name.

"Yeah?"

"We've made it." Your back popped as you sat up, evidently sleeping on a rickety wooden cart wasn't that comfortable. With daylight finally overhead, you realized that your dress was clean..? You figured it had to do with Josuke, his powers baffled you to a great extent. Okuyasu was the one to help you out of the back this time, you didn't see the smirk he sent towards Josuke. Your group had stopped just outside the town, where a little farmhouse stood. It was a little shabby, and certainly not much to look at. What really baffled you was the extravagant carriage just outside.

"Josuke! Punk! Its good to see you!" You instantly recognized who it was, even if you had never officially met, you had seen him be announced at royal events many times. Shigekiyo Yangu, usually referred to as shigetchi, was 17. After having a bad accident In his early youth, the kid had wanted to make a better neighborhood for his parents, and did so by buying the entire town. This teenage landlord was richer than most of the royalty you had met, and being Yukako's right hand, that said a lot. You never expected Josuke to know someone like this.

He ran up to the two, excitedly shaking their hands. Josuke and okuyasu looked happy to see him as well. Shigetchi glanced over at you when he had calmed.

"Oh? Who's this?" You introduced yourself, and he smiled wide.

"It's good to meet you, what's a nice girl like you doing with these thugs?" You suppressed a laugh as the two in question bristled in annoyance. You could almost feel the heat that the two hot-headed men produced. You waved him off, desperate to relieve the tension even if it was hilarious. Josuke was the one who calmed himself first, sighing.

"Shigetchi, I'm desperate to sleep on an actual bed, can you please just let us in?"

"Oh! Sorry I had almost forgotten!" He fished around in his pockets for a bit, before finding it in a triumphant moment. He was such a funny little man.

"So when can I expect payment from Jotaro's foundation, huh?" Shigetchi said the words so casually, smile still bright on his face as he reached a hand out to give Josuke the keys. Both Okuyasu and Josuke stiffened up.

"Uhh, well…" It was like a flip switched, and Shigetchi snatched the keys back immediately. You yourself might've been intimidated at the dark look on his face if he wasn't so… small and pudgy. Josuke immediately panicked.

"You little turd! I should grind you into dust!" Okuyasu's threat was ignored.

"Hey, hey! Don't get so greedy now! Jotaro had to finish some business but said he'd be here by the end of the week ok?!" Shigetchi had a funny, whistle of a laugh. Switching back to a happy-go-lucky persona within seconds.

"Alright!" The keys jingled in his hands as he held them out to Josuke. "I'll be expecting you guys for lunch, we'll talk about business then." Shigetchi winked at you, blowing a kiss before hopping back into his awaiting carrige. You shuddered, this kid was a little too young to be flirting with you. Josuke slipped the keys into your hands in a weird way, his hand lingering around yours just enough to make Shigetchi scowl and stick his tongue out at him as the carriage rolled away.

"What was that, Josuke?" He huffed, turning his head away to avoid your face.

"I was handing the keys to you." He murmured, muttering "what a creep" as he walked over to the door. Okuyasu had been rooted in place since Shigetchi left. Was he… crying?

"Okuyasu, whats wrong?" Josuke rushed over in a flash, covering his mouth before he could speak.

"He's fine! Haha! Let's just get inside shall we?"

"Okay?"

Delicious smells filled the air of the farmhouse when you got back from settling the horses in the stable outside. You hadn't actually realized how hungry you were until just then. When was the last time you ate? Your stomach growled embarrassingly loud as you entered the kitchen, whoever was making breakfast was an angel.

"Aha! I see my bread has claimed another victim! Hehehe." Okuyasu bragged. He was indeed, baking in the small kitchen. You smiled at the surprise, you'd never thought that Okuyasu of all people would be a baker.

"Smells really good Okuyasu." He smiled brightly, and you immediately knew that this was a puppy dog of a man.

"Thanks! I started to bake after getting roped into helping Tonio while he was understaffed. 'Found out that I'm pretty good at it, so I've been making my stuff for a while now!" He chattered excitedly. You nodded along as you searched the kitchen drawers, happy when you managed to find some plates and utensils.

As ridiculous as it sounded, it felt good to set the table, to pretend to be normal again. You never thought such a simple action would help you relax so much. Of course, you knew it wasn't going to last, but it was nice in the moment.

 

After breakfast, you and Josuke headed over to the stables to feed the horses. It felt so nice to do everyday things again.

"Do you need any help with that?" You shook your head, lifting the heavy bag of feed onto your hip. Josuke nodded, you guessed he understood that you just needed to do things yourself, and headed off to the well just outside the big doors. The horses were blissfully calm now that they were under a nice, stable roof. You laughed a bit as you poured their feed, you supposed that you would be too if it weren't for the looming anxiety.

Josuke returned with a heavy bucket of water to put in their troughs, and you couldn't help but eye his shoulders a bit as he lifted the bucket high enough to do so. You blinked, startled only a bit by the nose and tongue of a horse against your hands, trying desperately to take the rest of the feed.

"Oh no you don't!" You laughed, setting the feed down on the other side of the stables, out of his reach by quite a bit.

"Is he trying to steal the feed again?" Josuke's smile just about lit up the room as you returned to the horses, gently petting the muzzle of the one in question.

"Yeah, he's just a bit of a glutton, isn't he?" Your voice lifted into an awful high-pitched baby talk that made Josuke laugh. The noise made your stomach feel all fuzzy, and you hoped it was just a little too dark in here for him to tell you were blushing.

Still, there seemed to be something hanging in the air. Something that Josuke really wanted to talk about. You could tell by the funny way his face shifted every once in a while that he was thinking hard. You had seen Yukako do the same thing, and you wondered if you would have to fish the thought out of him like you always had to do with her.

"Is there anything on your mind, Josuke?" He hummed.

"There is, but you're not going to like it." Your heart catches in your throat. You're nervous, and he could tell. But what did you have to be nervous about?

"Jotaro said something to us in the tent that I didn't actually tell you about... The reason he didn't want you to go, was because he was worried that you'd get hurt." You quirked an eyebrow. Worried? It really seemed like he was just misogynistic.

"...I thought it was just him implying that Okuyasu and I couldn't protect you, but I've been thinking," He stepped closer to you, just a bit, and reached out to pet the horse's side.

"I just want you to know that this is much more complicated- much more dangerous than you are aware of. We've been in tight places before, but there is nothing that could prepare you for what's to come." You scoffed, almost offended. You were so tired of this! Tired of them thinking you were helpless, tired of them skirting around almost everything about the kidnapping. It felt so awful to know about the secrets that were being kept from you, and still having no idea what they were about.

"Josuke." You warned. "I am not going back." You left it at that, almost afraid that you'd snap and say something that you would regret. Josuke nodded, eyes cast downward. Only in this moment did you realize he still had bruises on his face. He spoke up when you started to pull the supplies you "borrowed" from tonio out of your pocket.

"Okay. I figured you were- hey, what are you doing?" He laughed as you pressed the soaked cloth to his face. The sound made you smile.

"What does it look like?" You brought your other hand up to keep his face still as you delicately patted his cheek, making sure to run the cloth over the small cuts left by that man's nails. Josuke was smiling even when he had to wince from the sting. He brought a hand up to hold the wrist that wasn't working, his gentle, warm signature hold burning into your memory.

"You're much nicer than you give yourself credit for." You glanced at his eyes and back with a smile, gaze catching on his lips for just a moment. But you didn't say anything in reply. You removed your hands once you were satisfied, shoving the cloth and such back in your pockets.

The short walk back into the house felt really nice. Just the two of you enjoying the cool weather of late fall. You didn't know what dangers lie ahead, but you felt safe as long as he was by your side.

[hillbillied]

I'm about to be a basic bitch and ask for andyeddie for the domestic ship meme please and thank you?! 💜

fuck yeah you can, i want all of these!! and if this means we’re basic then call me bottom-line PH neutral, my dude - this is an andyeddie brain rot zone, you know this and i thank you so much for it!!

DOMESTIC SHIP MEME - AndyEddie

who reaches out to new neighbors

Andy. mr personality over here got it all. smooth voice, soft accent, award-winning smile. some neighbours take a while to even realise the tall, scary-looking guy in the blue pickup lives in the same house.

who remembers to buy healthy food

Andy, sort of. he buys a range but he does love his fresh fruit and veg. Eddie, on the other hand, shops simultaneously like he’s only got $5 and is on death row. not necessarily unhealthy just… bread. pasta. bacon. ready meal shit. bags of snacks. buy in bulk, Andy, it’s cheaper.

who fixes the oven when it breaks

Eddie, more practical knowledge from the machines. Andy would rather just call someone but has accepted just watching. (Eddie wears a dirty vest when he’s fixing it. got it tucked into his jeans with that big ol’ belt he wears and his tattooed arms are out so Andy just sips his drinks like cool, cool, please hurry up or this is going to turn into a bad porno.)

who waters the plants/feeds their pet(s)

Andy waters the plants because he loves his plants. he has a flowerbed when they get a garden but even in an apartment he had flowerpots on the windowsills; he loves gardening. (pet wise, when they get a dog, they both feed it. they share cleaning, though Eddie is more maintenance and Andy more cleaning.)

who wakes up earlier

Eddie. six in the morning, without fail. marine clock, baby, that shit will never die. (not without heavy drinking or an all-nighter anyway.)

who makes the bed

Eddie. because Andy’s shit at it. military-corners Eddie’s fucking ass; Andy’s terrible at keeping things tidy. he’s clean but he’s not neat.

who burns breakfast

Andy. Eddie is a great cook, he does deliciously simple comfort foods and he makes dinner every night. full-on stereotypical house-husband in that regard, because Andy’s the breadwinner of the two in the boring hetero sense. Andy can cook, as in he can follow instructions and not set the kitchen on fire, but he’s the only one who’ll burn anything.

how do they let each other know they’re leaving the house

Andy always kisses Eddie on the forehead. he’ll probably smooch him properly first – or worse, because he’s a a bastard, and will grab his ass before leaving – but he always marks that he’s actually leaving by kissing his forehead. he will go find Eddie specifically to give him his goodbye kiss.

Eddie shouts. hollers he’s going out in the shortest, blunted transfer of information. a grunted “Goin’ work” kind of deal. unless it’s spontaneous, he’ll also give Andy a kiss. it’s always on the lips and its chaste but heavy, pressing hard like he’s trying to remember the sensation. then he’ll get out of bed or grab his keys or go shower or whatever, and leave with a shout to mark him actually opening the door.

how do they greet each other when one of them gets home

Andy’s talkative. he’s “You have a good day?” or “You’ll never guess who turned up this afternoon!”. first one is default if nothing interesting’s happened. he wants to start a conversation, even if he talks and Eddie grunts. he doesn’t get up to greet; he knows Eddie will come find him and either sit down in his lap or come up behind him and wrap two strong arms around his waist. whatever suits, no rules

Eddie wanders out to meet Andy. he’ll come downstairs or walk into the entrance hallway. he’ll always have his arms folded, because he wants Andy to tell him what happened while he was out. (he doesn’t consider himself very interesting, yet he always wants to hear about the most basic shit Andy does.) normally he’ll add a “How was it?” or “Evenin’”. then he’ll wait because Andy usually answers him but not before he’s given him a greeting kiss.

who brings home little gifts like flowers/chocolates more often

both. Andy on the chocolates, Eddie on the flowers.

Andy knows the flavours Eddie enjoys and likes popping them into his mouth while Eddie berates him about wasting money. Andy buys things he thinks Eddie likes, but he also buys things Eddie needs and will not buy himself. lighters, jeans, shoes, wallets, picture frames, glasses cases. things that are worn down to the bone and need replacing. but also things like books and records.

Eddie’s a traditionalist, even if his reasoning might be a little tainted by heterosexual bullshit and toxic masculinity. he thinks flowers are beautiful, he knows Andy loves them, even memorised what kind he loves most, but there’s a-whole-nother level of gears in his mind about buying them. eventually he does because he desperately wants the ‘romance he can never have’. it’s a semi-special occasion the first time, like he’s picking Andy up from the station. he brings his bouquet and he looks way more uncomfortable holding it than Andy ever could be receiving it. (Andy, of course, is overwhelmed with joy. he puts them in the front window so everybody can see and he prunes them daily and he changes the water so they last longer and he plays with Eddie’s hair while looking at them and talks about how much he loves them. Eddie starts buying him flowers a fair bit after that.)

their favorite kind of movie to watch

I’ve been doing these for canon-era (1950s) so for that it’s any western movie and specifically The King and I. (they’re a couple of gays who love a good musical.) they don’t enjoy all the war movies, particularly since most of them are about Europe and are just completely surreal.

modern AU: shitty horror movies – they’ve seen every Final Destination and can rate them in order of ‘watchability’ – and 1990s classics like Jurassic Park and Jumanji, they’re simple guys.)

who first suggests a pillow fort

Andy. he secretly wants to give Eddie the childhood he’s certain, by piecing together a lot of clipped information, the man never had. so, he’ll make sure he’s already halfway down with it in the living room when Eddie comes home because then they might as well finish it and sleep there, right?

who builds the pillow fort

Andy starts it, Eddie watches and considers whether he’s going to participate. then Andy smiles at him and asks if he can help tie up a blanket to make one of the walls and yeah, Eddie’s building it too.

who tries to distract the other during the movie

Andrew Fucking Haldane. stupid fucking horny man does not have the attention span for movies. he’s impossible. luckily, he’s polite and will just entertain himself, running his hands up Eddie’s sides and kissing his neck even if Eddie himself wants to know whether Dorothy makes it to the Emerald City or not.

who falls asleep first

Eddie. in the marines, you have a time when you sleep and it is limited. he lays down, shuts his eyes, switches off his problems, and sleeps. dead to the world, he’ll be up at six. Andy doesn’t have trouble falling asleep usually but he can be known to lie awake and think too hard. Eddie’s occasionally found him downstairs reading the newspaper or pacing or sipping tea at the early hours when he’s really stressed. (and hiding it as best he can.)

who is big spoon/little spoon

both. Eddie will happily wrap himself around Andy protectively and just listen to the man talk. he’ll squeeze him tight and breathe deeply so Andy can feel it and simply let him know he’s there, he’ll keep them safe. when Andy’s the big spoon, he’ll kiss the back of Eddie’s neck and whisper in his ear and thread their fingers together. he tells Eddie that there’s nowhere else he’d rather be and how warm he feels and wonder what they’ll get up to tomorrow.  they also both like to come up behind each other for a standing-spoon, if you will.

coffee, junkfood, movie night pick ones here

[srhlsx]

Semi Eita x Reader

Best Friend’s Brother request made by the sweet @oikawannabeyourbabie

Even laying in your bed, the stiff standard issue bunk bed of the Shiratorizawa dorms, you felt the weight of disappointment settling down on your heart. You let out a sigh and turned your head to face your roommate, her chin resting on her hands that were lifted up to your top bunk. She watched you with sad eyes, asking if you needed anything while you wallowed in your own self-pity. 

A knocking sound broke you both out of the sad stupor and your roommate gave your head a soft pat before stepping off her own bed and taking a few short steps to the door. You craned your neck backwards to see who the visitor was, and when the door opened to reveal your roommate’s older brother you felt your eyes widen and a small blush creep up your cheeks. With another sigh, you made a point to turn away from the door and face the plain gray wall your bunk bed was pushed up against, not wanting your puffy eyes to be seen.

“Hey, mom stopped by and left this for you.” Your roommate, Eiko, said as she stepped aside to let him in, handing him the paper bag that had been resting by your shared door. “How was practice?”

“Fine, usual.” Semi Eita’s voice was as familiar to you as your own, having grown up with him and his sister. You continued to face away from the siblings even as the conversation was turned to you. “Hey (Y/n), didn’t you have that big date toni- ow!”

“Eita, shut the fuck up,” Your roommate harshly whispered, although in the small dorms of your school there was no such thing as whispering. “They broke up.”

You heard Eiko mumble something about going down to the vending machines for some snacks before the sound of the door shutting echoed in the room. Figuring you were alone, you let out a heavy sigh and squeezed the plush figure you were holding a little tighter to your chest. The feeling of the bunk bed frame getting jostled as someone climbed up the side bars made you immediately stiffen and hold your breath.

Semi grunted a little as he shifted his weight and tucked himself behind you on the top bunk, nearly hitting his head on the ceiling until he laid flat. You only relaxed once he had settled against your back, one arm used as a pillow for his head so he wouldn’t get yours wet from his dripping, post-shower hair. “Do you want to talk about it?” He mumbled softly, using his free hand to gently brush your hair away from tickling his face.

You paused, settling yourself further into your bed and shut your eyes tightly, forcefully willing yourself not to get upset again over something as silly as a breakup. “He said I hang out with you and the other guys too much,” You finally said, voice a little hoarse from your previous emotional episode before he arrived. “He wanted a girlfriend whose attention he doesn’t have to compete for.”

Semi couldn’t help the smile that had formed on his lip, glad that you were facing the opposite direction from him so you couldn’t see. “That kid was a loser anyways,” He said, reaching to wrap an arm around you. 

“Maybe,” You mumbled, absently playing with the fingers of Semi’s hand that had draped across your hip. “I guess no guys are ever going to measure up to you, huh Eita?”

Semi was not always the most talkative person when it came to emotions, he usually let things boil deep down in his chest instead of talking them through. But he felt his chest tighten slightly at your mild confession. He had harbored feelings for you for as long as he can remember and it never got easier when you talked like that to him. 

In this case, he was happy to just lay with you and let you feel sad - he knew that sometimes being able to be sad was all the comfort you needed. He’d never admit out loud to you that he was glad you weren’t on your date, that things didn’t work out with that second year - who actually was a loser. Of course he hated seeing you sad, it broke his heart, but he was more than happy to be the one to comfort you.

Feeling you relax more and your breathing even out, Semi leaned forward and pressed his lips against your hair. Your scent washed over him and soon he too was relaxing against your numerous pillows, the hum of the air conditioning unit the only sound between the two of you.

The sound of Eiko opening the door was missed as you and Semi had fallen into a comfortable sleep, your breaths matching as his arms were still wrapped around you on the top bunk. A knowing smirk etched its way onto her face, seeing her brother and best friend snuggled comfortably close. Turning to close the door behind her, figuring it wouldn’t hurt to let you two linger together until official curfew, Eiko sighed to herself and wondering silently if or when the two of you would ever admit your feelings for each other.

-

“Semi-Semi, you have a visitor~”

Tendou nudging him caused Semi to look up from his meal to where his friend and teammate was pointing. A rare smile started to form on Semi’s face as you made your way towards him across the cafeteria. As always, your smile made the room seem a little brighter than it had been only a moment ago - or maybe that was just the effect of the stars that appeared in his eyes.

A chorus of hello’s and hey’s greeted you as you walked up to the table of volleyball players and you waved at each of them as you came to stand behind Semi. Reaching around him, you placed the foil-wrapped loaf of banana bread you had made in front of him then wrapped your arms around his neck. “Thanks for the other night,” You said, shutting your eyes and burying your face in his shoulder as you felt his hands reach up and give your arms a gentle squeeze. 

“Of course, (Y/n).” He mumbled, clearly embarrassed by your blatant display of affection. He let go of you, though he didn’t mind that your arms lingered around him, and reached for the foil wrapping and taking a whiff of what was inside. “Is this what I think it is?”

“Sure is!” You nodded, even though he couldn’t see you from behind.

“How’d you manage to make it?”

“You know your girl has that baking club hook up.” You joked, smiling proudly when you noticed the other volleyball players eyeing the treat with drooling expressions.

“(Y/n),” You turned to see Tendou whining from across the table. “Where’s my treat?”

You let out an airy laugh, leaning forward so your chin rested on Semi’s shoulder as you moved to wrap your arms under his own and around his chest. “Had you been the one to comfort me during my time of need, then you would’ve gotten a treat, Tendou.”

“But that’s not fair, Semi always gets first dibs on you!” Tendou pouted, his head falling dramatically to the table as he continued to eye the banana bread with hungry eyes. 

His reaction made you laugh again, the sound right in Semi’s ear nearly making him break out in goosebumps. As you stood up and detangled yourself from him he couldn’t help the disappointed look that came across his face. “Well, I’m sure if you ask nicely Eita will share.” You said, fixing your uniform jacket that had gotten a little twisted. “Anyways, good luck at your practice match tonight!”

“You won’t be there?” Semi asked, finally turning around as best he could in his seat on the lunch table bench. His eyebrows furrowed together and without really realizing what he was doing, Semi reached out and grabbed the back of your jacket to pull you back towards him.

Stepping into the familiar embrace, your hands came up to play with the wayward locks of hair that fell across his forehead. You had always thought his hair was so cool, as kids you were always jealous of the Semi siblings having such great natural hair color. As your fingers glided through the soft tufts you explained how you wouldn’t be at the match later that day.

“We had like seven new people sign up for tutoring this week so we’re kind of swamped,” You told him, feeling his eyes on you as you continued to tease his hair. “I’m sure you’ll do great though.”

You peeled yourself away, taking a step away and waving to the rest of the team who all said their goodbyes. Semi’s hand lingered around you until you reached back and grasped it in your own, giving it a gentle squeeze and flashing a bright smile in his direction before taking your leave from their table and back to the doors of the cafeteria. He watched as you left, stopping to say hi to a few fellow second years, until you disappeared through the double doors.

“Are you ever going to ask her out, Semi-Semi?”

Semi turned back to Tendou’s expectation look, seeing it mirrored on the faces of some of his other teammates as well when he tried looking for some reassurance. The smile on his face, still thinking of you even in your absence, faded to a softer one as he looked back down at the food you had brought him.

“She just went through a break up.” He reasoned.

“So?” Tendou asked, making a dramatically confused face at Semi. “I mean come on, Goshiki over there was redder than a tomato watching you two just now!”

“Hey!” The first year cried out, clearly still flustered and doing a poor job of hiding it. Tendou waved him off dismissively, making Goshiki sulk at the end of the table.

Semi sighed and shrugged his shoulders, unwrapping the treat in front of him and taking a bite of the pre-sliced loaf of heaven you’d made. “I don’t know, I will eventually.” He mumbled around the mouthful of food. “I’m just waiting for her to figure things out.”

“Figure things out?” Tendou asked, doing a proper imitation of a confused dog as his head tilted to the side and his eyes narrowed. 

“I mean, I’m going to marry her.” Semi said, his tone so casual yet so confident about something so serious, it managed to catch even Ushijima’s attention. “I just always figured I'd give her some time to, you know, get there.” 

-

Some time later you found yourself buried under your fluffy comforter, the glow of your laptop screen reflecting on your face as your favorite anime played. The dorms were quiet, Saturday nights were usually times where students either went home or out with friends - since you had not made plans for either of those options, you decided to rewatch a few episodes while you had the room to yourself.

The knocking at your door surprised you, making you jump a little bit and quickly hit the spacebar to pause your show. “Come in!” You called out.

A familiar mop of ash blonde hair peeked around the door, brown eyes looking around the room for a moment before landing on you. “I uh, wasn’t expecting anyone to be here.” Semi said, coming into the room.

“But you came over anyway?” You teased, sitting up in your bed, the blanket you had wrapped yourself up in falling to your lap and leaving your hair slightly messy. 

“Eiko said she needed my laundry card,” Semi waved the small piece of plastic in the air before setting it on the desk he knew belonged to his sister. “Didn’t feel like going out tonight?”

“You know, the weird thing about group dates,” You paused, flicking a finger to your head as if you were thinking of something brilliant. “Kinda need a date to go on them with.”

Semi had moved a few steps to stand by your bed. Being much taller than his sister, it was easy for him to rest his arms on your mattress, enveloping either side of your laptop and resting on your knees. He looked at you over the screen of your laptop, gaze holding a softer edge to it than normal. “I would’ve been your date,” He said.

You smiled down at him, one side of your mouth scrunching up along with your nose as you reached a hand out to cup his cheek in a gentle caress. You couldn’t ignore the way your heart lept a little in your chest as he leaned into your touch, but that had always happened when you touched Semi and by now the feeling was pretty normal. “You’re sweet,” You told him.

Pulling back, you shifted around in your bed to get comfortable once again and resume your show. Semi watched for a moment before deciding to kick off his shoes and haul himself up to your top bunk. Honestly it was a nuisance that you were on the top, considering this was his second time in a week where he found himself pulling his weight up to join you. 

“What are you-“

“Scoot over,” He grunted, crawling over you awkwardly. He managed not to knock his head against the ceiling but only just barely as he hovered over you, weight resting on his forearms that had caged you in on both sides.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you looked up at Semi with wide eyes and a little bit of an amazed smile. “By all means, make yourself comfortable Eita.”

“Well, I’m trying.” He grunted again with a roll of his eyes. While his grumpy side was never far away, Semi was never prickly towards you - teasing for sure, but he’d rather watch The Ring on repeat with Tendou than ever imagine being mean to you. “Here, move.”

Semi grabbed your upper arms, shifting you slightly to the side so he could slide under you. He easily manhandled you so your positions had switched and now he was laying with his head on your pillow and you were resting most of your weight against him as he tucked you nicely under his arm. He reached for your laptop, setting it on his stomach and hitting the play button before bending his arm back to rest behind his head. 

You watch his movements, noting how at ease he seemed with the whole situation. His eyes were focused on the screen but his voice cut through the music and pulled you out of your daze. “You’re seriously watching this again?” The glow of the screen illuminated Semi’s face, shadows showing off his cheekbones and lighting up his smile. “Seriously, how many times can you see the same twelve year old kid-“

You pressed a finger to Semi’s lips to shut him up, “I know you are not talking about my son Gon like that.”

His laugh made his chest shake, effectively making you shake against him since he was still holding you fairly tightly to his side. Semi grabbed your hand and pulled it away from his mouth, then with the hand that had been wrapped around you grabbed the hood of your sweatshirt and pulled it up and over your head. He tugged it down enough to completely cover your eyes and prevent you from seeing anything, making you laugh and cry out in dramatic dismay. “Eita, stop!”

As you pushed the hood back he returned his arm back around you, wrapping around your neck and grabbing onto your shoulder to pull you close once again. You did your best to not let your heart beat too erratically, and you were thankful for the only lighting in the room being the dim lamp on your desk so Semi wouldn’t be able to see the heated color of your face as you both turned back to focus on your laptop. 

-

“Why don’t we go to my parent’s lake house?”

Eiko looked up from the textbook she had open in front of her on her bed. You had turned around in the chair at your desk, propping your elbow up on the flat surface and resting your chin in the palm of your hand. Peering over her glasses at you, Eiko nodded. “When?” She asked. 

“Oh, ah next… weekend?” You tried to answer casually. 

Your roommate set her pencil and notebook down and gave you a knowing look. “The weekend of the dance? No.” She said, shaking her head. 

“But we have no one to go with,” You groaned, allowing your head to fall into the crook of your elbow. 

“Speak for yourself,” Eiko scoffed, intending to return back to her studies. Glancing up at you, she saw the look of disbelief on your face and decided to answer. “I asked Tendou today.”

“You what?” You cried. 

She rolled her eyes and turned back to her notebook. There was a tug in your chest, a feeling of mixed disappointment and embarrassment starting to grow. You felt like you had a million thoughts whirling in your head but really you just felt… blank. Eyes going empty and staring at nothing but the wall in front of you, Eiko noticed your silence. Wadding up a piece of paper and tossing it at your head, she knocked you back into reality. “What?” She asked. 

“I have no one to ask,” You mumbled, propping your chin back in your palm. The summer dance was traditionally once where roles were reversed and girls asked boys to be their dates. A week ago, you had someone who you knew you could ask - but after being blatantly dumped on your ass, you felt like the boys of your school had actively avoided you. “Eiko, what am I doing that is driving every guy away?”

“Uh, practically dating my brother?” The tone of her question was teasing, almost incredulous as she looked at you with an eyebrow raised. 

“W-what?” You stuttered out. 

“Oh please,” Eiko pursed her lips together as she sent a pointed glare in your direction. “As if you haven’t always known you two would end up together? Thank Gods too, heaven knows we can’t trust Eita to find a girl on his own that would be a good sister in law.”

You chewed at the inside of your cheek, mulling over the words. “I always thought everyone was joking,” You hummed. 

“Of course we were,” Eiko shrugged, slipping off her glasses and tilting her head as she looked at you. “But, we’re also serious. You two are made for each other.”

You stared at her, mind going blank for a moment as you formulated your thoughts. “So,” You started, licking your lips which felt like they had suddenly gone bone dry. “Are you saying I should… ask him out?”

“I’m saying,” She said with a sigh, a mix of frustration and amazement in her eyes and she looked at you. “That everyone, including Eita, has been waiting the last two years for you to figure this shit out. So yeah, ask him to the dance, idiot.”

Later that night you found yourself wide awake in bed, staring at the ceiling as Eiko slept soundly below you. Your mind was whirling with thoughts of what the two of you had talked about only hours earlier. Had you really been so blind to the very obvious feelings you had for Semi while everyone else in your life just watched and waited?

Semi had always been in your life, for as long as you could remember he was just there. Of course, as far as cliches went, you’d always had a mild crush on your best friend’s older brother - but you’d always written it off as something like a rite of passage. You were supposed to think the older brother was cute. You had had boyfriends before, and Semi had had girlfriends, how could you have reasoned that the jokes your parents and friends made were to be taken seriously? That the two of you really were going to end up together anyways?

The last week in particular, your fondness for Semi had grown exponentially. He’d been there for you at times where you least expected him to be. Thinking back on the hours you’d spent with him in your bed with nothing but his arms wrapped around you made you smile. You thought about his hands raking through your hair, his breath on your neck, his eyes watching you. 

You had always thought that when you realized you loved someone, it would be like what you see in movies - fireworks, butterflies, blushing cheeks, romantic confessions.

As you lay in your bed, cuddled up with your pillow that still slightly smelled like Semi, and you came to realize that you were definitely in love with him - you felt none of those things. You felt rather calm, albeit a little foolish that it took you so long to realize that your affections had turned into love.

Flipping to your side, you reached your hand around blindly in the basket hanging from your bunk bed until you grasped your phone. The screen nearly blinded you as you unlocked it, scrolling through your messages until you landed on the name you were looking for.

Create New Message: 12:37AM

To *Eita*: Hey sorry it’s late, can I ask you something?

-

Spinning out and then getting pulled back into Semi’s chest, you laughed loudly with your head thrown back and eyes closed. You’d been surprised to find out that Semi actually was a fabulous dancer, knowing more than just the basics of bumping, grinding, and swaying back and forth. He had spent the night of the summer dance twirling you around in his arms, making your cheeks flush and hair billow around you with every twist and turn.

Regardless of what Eiko had told you, you had still been a bundle of nerves when you asked Semi to the dance. You felt dumb asking him through text of course, but he had answered immediately and it turned out you had been worried for nothing. Now, as the last song played and you sang along to the words with your arms wrapped around Semi’s neck you felt like it was the most natural thing in the world to be this way with him.

Following behind the rest of the group you’d gone to the dance with, you scrolled through the pictures on your phone you had all taken before. The trees around campus were lush and provided the perfect backdrop for a photo shoot, the evening lighting working miracles on your skin and complimenting the light pink color of your dress. Your focus was on a particular photo of you and Semi, making you distracted, he noticed you had slowed down considerably and soon you were so far behind the group heading off campus to get something to eat that you couldn’t even see or hear them.

“Look,” You shoved the phone right in Semi’s face, making him blink back a few times. 

He wrapped a hand around the one you held your phone with, pulling away slightly to get a look at the photo you wanted him to see. It was a picture of just the two of you, not paying attention to the camera at all and instead looking at one another. Your arms were wrapped around his waist, his hands holding yours since he had been the one to pull you into him. Your smile was glowing as you looked up at him in the picture and Semi remembered back to that moment when he wished he could capture that look to keep forever, he was going to have to thank whoever had taken this picture.

“We look like a couple,” You giggled as he handed you back your phone and you tucked it away into the bust of your dress. 

“Well, we could be.” He said, standing with his hands in his pockets.

Under the light of the lamppost the two of you stood near, Semi watched as you looked up at him with a soft smile and he knew he couldn’t wait any longer. Reaching out, he gently grabbed your hand and laced your fingers together. He pulled you against him, and with his other hand on your cheek laid the sweetest, softest kiss to your lips.

The wind blew around you and pushed your hair around your faces, making the two of you laugh as you pulled away. He swept a hand across your forehead, brushing back the wayward strands that had gotten in the way, his fingers lingering down the side of your face as he gazed down at you.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” He admitted. 

You looked up at him sweetly, squeezing his hand you were still holding onto. “Everyone says I’ve been making you wait,” You whispered.

“I didn’t mind,” He smiled, his fingers moving to grasp your chin and tracing your lower lip with his thumb. “I knew you’d figure it out.”

“Sorry for taking so long,” You laughed, the sound like bells to Semi’s ears. Your arm had moved to wrap around his waist, leaning your weight against him as you lifted up on the tips of your toes in the heels you wore to smile brightly up at him.

He took in a deep breath and his expression turning slightly more serious as the two of you stood there looking at one another. “(Y/n), I plan on being with you forever.”

You reached up, pressing your lips to his again. When you pulled away, your noses were still touching as he leaned down to press his forehead against yours. “I can do forever.”