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BRUH when I saw these characters and the timestamp I almost screamed and woke up all my roommates bc I thought it was new content from Hanneskun…but no…it’s 5 year old fanart….. 😭

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It’s Never Silent in the Nursery

This story is fictional and meant for mature audiences only. All characters are 18+.

  CW: ABDL, DDL, Impact Play, Diapers, Wetting, Little POV

It’s Never Silent in the Nursery

I whimper as I hear Daddy come up behind me while I’m standing in the corner.  I hear him sigh with disappointment and the clink and rustle of his belt coming undone.

  “I’m sorry Daddy…”

  “Hush,” Daddy says sternly.  He gently grabs my arm and leads me to the bed, bending me over at the waist and pushing my face into the blankets.  He maneuvers my arms into position, with my hands resting on the small of my back.  “Keep them there, I don’t want to hit your fingers by accident.”

  I nod as I turn my head to lay on my cheek, just in time to see Daddy lay his belt down next to me.  I feel his hands around my waist, gently tugging my jeans down.

  “Step out.”

  I obey.  I feel Daddy’s hands at my waist again, this time wedging my pullup in between my buttcheeks, exposing as much flesh as possible.  His hands return to mine as he ensures my arms haven’t moved.  He leans forward and kisses the top of my head.

  “You know the drill, 20 spanks, then a break…Ok?” His hands move up to my back as he rubs my back soothingly.  “If you have a good enough apology, we end there… if not, 20 more.”

  I nod and immediately tense up as I hear him stand. The floorboards creak and his hand appears in front of me, grabbing the belt and holding it out for me.��  

  “Kiss for comfort?” He asks.  I can almost hear the smile on his face as I pucker my lips and press them against the belt.  The smell of leather embeds itself in my mind, making me recall all the previous times I disappointed him.

  I am quickly dragged back to the present moment as I feel Daddy gently caress my thigh, right before hearing him wind up, the whistle of the belt, and the loud SMACK that precedes the jolt of pain and the recoil throughout my body.  

  I respond immediately, burying my face into the blankets on the bed, and whimpering intensely into them.  

  “Let’s work on your counting Babykins.  Can you count for me?” Daddy says from behind me. 

  “One” I say my voice still muffled by the blankets

  “I need to hear you.”

  I bring my head up to repeat myself, only for Daddy to take the opportunity to hear me cry out unmuffled.  I hear the belt whistle through the air again and make contact.  My reaction is uncontrollable.  I cry out ��Aughhh! OWIE,” almost against my will. 

  I hear Daddy stifle a laugh, my childlike reaction causing him to briefly break the intensity of the scene.  Quickly recovering he asks me again, “How many was that?” 

  “Two” I say returning my head to its normal position with my face buried back in the blankets.

  The rest of the spanks carried on without much fanfare, with us carrying out our normal routine.  Halfway through Daddy gently takes my hand and I squeeze it, letting him know I am ok to continue.  With five to go Daddy slows down, giving me more time to recover.  The last two Daddy tells me to start thinking about my apology.  

  Then the last one.  Daddy loves taking his time on this one, letting me simmer with the stings of all the previous spanks still fresh on my mind.  With my head still buried in the blankets I do my best to try and deduce what he is planning next. 

  I hear him take a step forward and place his hand on the bed next to me.  I feel his lips on the back of my head as he kisses me, then stands up.  “Sit tight for me.  I’ll be back in a bit” 

  I hear Daddy’s footsteps go towards the door, then the sound of the door closing and the latch securing, locking me in.  For the first time since we started I relax.  I move my arms up to the bed next to me and unclench muscles that I didn’t realize were clenched.  

  I know better than to move from my position, but my curious mind was getting the better of me.  I tilt my head sideways again to see the belt laying next to me again.  I do my best to look around some more without moving that much, keeping my head down and my rear sticking out as instructed.  Unfortunately there was nothing within my eyeline to entertain me, leaving me alone with my thoughts.  

  I hear Daddy moving around in the other room, the clinking of a glass, then footsteps, then… silence.

  I strain my ears, eager to hear something else, some sort of indication of his presence… his return… but there is nothing.    

  It’s never silent in the Nursery.  

  I shudder as it hits me how quiet it actually is.  It’s never like this.  This space is usually brimming with the clink of my toys, gently droning of my cartoons, my giggles and Daddy’s reassurances.  But now simply lies enveloped in silence… and it’s incredibly overwhelming.  

  I shift my footing uncomfortably. The floor creaks under the change in pressure, the sound echoing like a gunshot, endlessly through the room.  Slowly I feel the tension in my ears growing.  I am longing to hear something…anything from the other room.  Any sign that my Daddy is returning, is present…is at least thinking of me?  

  Nothing…Until…

  Tick…Tick…Tick…

  What is that? I think to myself as I strain my ears to hear again.  

  Tick…Tick…Tick…

  The clock! I think to myself.  I can count the ticks! 

  I start counting, excited to have something to do.

  121…122…123… That got boring fast. I return back to looking around trying to find something to capture my attention.  Boredom setting in fast the pressure of the silence grows in my ears again.  

  And now there was another pressure starting to grow…

See, I had been out the night before, something that doesn’t happen often without Daddy because my shy little self usually can’t be dragged out of the house. But I had the chance to reconnect with some old friends, so I decided to go for it.

Unfortunately, I ended up being out way past my curfew, which normally, that wouldn’t be a problem if I’d just let Daddy know.  Instead, I made the brilliant decision to turn off my phone, not wanting to spoil the fun for myself and my friends.

Three hours after my curfew, I stumbled home half-drunk, only to find Daddy waiting for me… and he was not pleased.  He cleaned me up, stripped me of my going-out outfit, and locked me in my room with Advil, a large water bottle, and a pullup “Just in case.”

Tick…Tick…Tick…

  I eagerly listen for any sign of movement in the other room…but again…nothing

I start shifting around uncomfortably, hoping Daddy would come back soon and tell me what to do.  I whimper as even my movements weren’t helping the pressure on my bladder.

I start to panic some more, the growing urge to go setting off alarm bells in my head..  

“…Daddy?” I whisper into the silence.

  I hear a *whirr* behind me. The Nanny Cam! I hear a *click* as it locks into position

  “Yes?” I hear Daddy’s voice, mechanized by the nanny cams speaker.

  “I…Uh…Hafta pee Daddy!” I say hopefully.

  I hear the camera whirr and click again, then silence.

  “Daddy…?”

  Nothing.  No movement, no footsteps, nothing.  

  It’s never silent in the nursery.  

  I whimper again, almost as if to provide myself with some comfort from the silence as it sets back in. 

  Still in the agonizing position daddy put me in, I start gently releasing my pee into the pullup, hoping it won’t overflow. 

  The gentle hissing noise slowly fills the room, pushing away the silence slightly.

  Tick…Hiss…Tick…Hiss…Tick…Hiss

  My confidence grows as time goes on, but eventually my control gives way, the full contents of my bladder flowing torrentially into my pullup…down my leg…onto the floor.

  Hissssssssssss….drip…drip…drip

  Eventually, what feels like after an eternity, the stream of water down my leg slows to a as the last of the pee drips from my leg.  

  The silence returns, accented by the tick of the clock and the drips of my pee.

  Tick drip…Tick drip…Tick drip…

  “Daddy?” I whisper again anxiously. 

  Whirrrrrrr…Click…

  “…Yes?” The mechanized voice says again.

  “I…uh…had an accident”

  A sigh comes through the speaker.

  “And..?” The voice says

  “andddddd…Uhh…I love you Daddy!” I whisper, not sure what else to say. 

  More silence follows.

  “And…I’m sorry I stayed out too late…and didn’t check in with you…and for turning off my phone so you couldn’t track me…and for calling an uber instead of you to pick me up…and for drinking too much with my friends..and for being bratty when I got back…and for telling you you are a horrible daddy…and…and…and…” I babble on and on until I hear the click of the door open behind me.

  I quickly straighten up, moving my arms back, head forward, and sticking my rear end out again.

  I hear Daddy slowly walk over to me and feel the bed dip down.  I turn my head to see him sitting next to me.  He puts his hand on my cheek.

  Tick drip…Tick drip…Tick drip…

  “It’s ok Babykins,” He whispers, comforting me “I know you weren’t thinking straight last night.”

  I start to stand up straight only for him to put his hand on my back to keep me pinned down.

  “No no no,” Daddy murmurs quietly.  “You still have at least one more spank little one.  And I don’t want you spreading your mess all over the place” 

  Tick drip…Tick drip…Tick drip…

  I look anxiously at him as he gets back up, He lowers the belt to my lips once more.

  “Kiss for comfort?” 

  Tick drip…Tick drip…Tick drip…

I pucker my lips again and brace for the last hit, knowing Daddy won’t hold back with this being the final one. 

  “Ok Daddy, I’m ready,” I whisper quietly

  Tick drip…Tick drip…Tick drip…

  Daddy repositions himself behind me and gently grazes my thighs with the belt, before bringing the belt down a final time.

  Tick drip…Tick drip…Tick drip… SMACK.

  The sound fills the room, breaking the silent tension that had been building since he left.  My cry echos in response, because as predicted, he did not hold back.  

  @#$%!…Mmph…Nnh…Tick drip…Tick drip…Tick drip…

  “…20” I whimper out painfully, my pain muffled by the blankets.  

  The simmering of my rear end had left me very sensitive, with the welts and bruises forming from the previous nineteen spanks making everything nice and tender. Immediately feel Daddy’s hand is back in mine, squeezing it, making sure I’m ok.  I squeeze back.

  “Ok Babykins that’s it,” Daddy says soothingly,” I think you learned your lesson,” He places his belt down next to me and gently removes my arms from my back while helping me stand up straight.  “Stay here, I’ll go get the towels,”  he says, leaving the room to gather the necessary supplies.

  Alone again, but this time, the atmosphere had changed.  I look down at the puddle I made, seeing how far it had spread across the floor.  

  My eyes then make contact with the mirror.  I turn my rear end towards it trying to see the extent of the damage.  I let out a slight grin as I see the welts and bruises starting to form.  As much as the spankings hurt, I do like how well they show up on my skin.

  My eyes then move over to my desk, where my new lego set lays half built, having been interrupted by my antics the night before.  

  My eyes then move to the doorway, left open by Daddy.  I see him closing the hall closet, with a towel thrown over his shoulder, my favorite stuffie tucked under his arm, and a cup of hot chocolate in his hand.  A warmth spreads through my chest as I know that Daddy was thinking about how to comfort me, even as he was punishing me.  

  Daddy comes back in and sees me smiling.  He looks curiously at me.

  “What’s up Babykins?” He says, setting down the cup of hot chocolate on the table and handing my stuffie to me.

  “Nothing.  Just thinking about how lucky I am to have a Daddy like you.” I say sweetly, beaming up at him, eagerly grabbing my stuffie and pulling it close to my chest.

  “Awww,” he smiles back, kissing me on the cheek in response. He gently tears my soggy pullup and starts to clean me up. 

  Tick…Tick…Tick…

  Daddy grabs a fresh pullup from my closet and sits down on the bed, holding it open for me.  “Step in,” He says, his eyes warmly meeting mine.

  I meet his gaze, I lift my foot and step in, letting him raise the pull up into position.  I can’t help but smile a little more as he helps adjust it around my waist.  

  Tick…Tick…Tick…

I playfully run around the room, testing the fit, causing Daddy to chuckle.  “I think this might be some of your best work yet Daddy” I say, running back to show him the marks.

“Oh yeah?” He says spinning me around for a better look. “Hmmm you might be right.  This one will bruise nicely” He says pressing down on it with his thumb.

  “Hey hey hey!” I say wiggling away from him. “Stop it!”

  “Nuh-uh.  Come here.” He says grabbing my arm as I try to escape.  He pulls me onto the bed with him.  I happily settle next to him, resting my head on his shoulder, feeling the warmth and comfort of his presence surrounding me.  

  Tick…Tick…Tick…

  “…did you really say owie?  Like was that on purpose or a reflex?”

  I blush and nod, my head still resting on his shoulder. “…I’ll leave it up to your imagination…”

  He chuckles again, putting his arm around me and resting his head on mine.

  Tick…Tick…Tick…

  “…I actually am sorry.  It was stupid for me not to text you back.  I can understand how worried you were.” I whisper quietly after a bit.  

  Daddy says nothing at first, but pulls me further onto the bed so we are both comfortably laying down, my head resting on his chest, his arms tightly around me.  

  “I know sweetie,” He says, “Just tell me next time, ok?  I just want to know you are safe.”

  I nod, wrapping my arms around my stuffie, holding him the same way Daddy holds me.

  Tick…Pum-pum…Tick…Pum-pum…Tick…Pum-pum…

  Daddy’s heartbeat rhythmically playing with the tick of the clock.  The gentle rise of his chest comforting me as I feel his breath against my head, hear it run through my hair, brush past my ear.

  Tick…Pum-pum-woosh…Tick…Pum-pum-woosh…Pum-pum-woosh…Pum-pum-woosh…

  I close my eyes, embracing my tiredness leftover from the night before.  I slowly feel myself drifting off to sleep.

  Pum-pum-woosh…Pum-pum-woosh…Pum-pum-woosh…Pum-pum-woosh…

It’s never silent in the Nursery when Daddy’s around.   

[ihavemanyhusbands]

Ettie. My partner in crime. My Darling. My Beloved.

For The Bear requests... Definitely don't think about Richie catching chef!reader crying on the floor in the walk-in fridge right after her bf broke up with her. And don't think about him sitting down next to her and comforting her with a hug, but mostly just by going into the uncensored rant about how the guy is an asshole anyways, and how amazing she is, and how she deserves much better. <3

Love, G.

MY MOST PRECIOUS G!!!!!! this is sosososososos good AUGHHH 😭 i need this EXPEDITIOUSLY!!! ❤️

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“Yeah, give me one sec— Oh, woah, hey,” Richie exclaimed as soon as he saw you, curled into a ball on the floor and hugging your knees, your shoulders shaking slightly.

“Shit,” you murmured, quickly swiping the tears away from your face, trying and failing to pretend nothing was amiss. “Um, sorry Rich. I just needed a moment. I’ll be right out.”

“What’s going on, sweetheart?” He asked, bending lower to get a better look at you. “Which one of these jagoffs made you cry? Was it Carmen?”

You let out an amused huff.

“Not this time. It’s stupid but…” you sighed, keeping your gaze averted. “I guess I’m officially single now. Couldn’t even get dumped in person.”

“That fucking asshole,” He said, frowning. “He fucking dumped you over the phone? That’s a real dick move. I’m so sorry, sweetheart. You don’t deserve that shit.”

You shrugged a little, sniffling softly, unsure of what to say.

“C’mere,” he added as he sat down next to you, putting an arm around your shoulders and pulling you to his side.

You leaned against his shoulder and he set his chin atop your head. He smelled of cooking oil, cheap aftershave, and cigarettes, but it wasn’t unpleasant. It was familiar and therefore comforting.

“You’re not gonna yell at me for slacking off?” You joked half-heartedly.

He rolled his eyes, but he was relieved to see even the slightest smile on your face.

“‘Course not,” he said, squeezing your arm. “I just hate seeing you cry over this fucking stronzo. You know? I never liked him. He was a fucking prick. I’m not gonna lie, whenever you brought him around, we all kinda wanted to strangle him, but especially me.”

It was then that Carmen decided to poke his head into the fridge, catching you both on the floor. He put his hands on his hips, raising an eyebrow.

“The fuck’s going on here? Why are you crying?” He asked a little too harshly, and yet you could tell he was still concerned in his own way. “Did I do this?”

“Not everything’s about you, jagoff!” Richie said. “Now get the fuck outta here. Can’t you see we’re talking?”

“Alright, shit, quit fuckin’ yellin’ at me!” Carmen huffed, giving you a look that said he was going to ask again later before leaving the fridge.

You couldn’t help but laugh, which in turn made Richie laugh too. You pulled away just to look at him appreciatively, reaching up to take the hand that was on your shoulder.

“Thank you, Rich. I really appreciate you,” you said, smiling a little.

He reached up with his free hand to wipe an errant tear from your cheek, keeping eye contact with you.

“No more cryin’, okay?” He said. “You are worth so much more than that. He’s fucking blind for not seeing how amazing you are.”

Your smile widened some, and you leaned in to kiss his cheek.

“You know, you can be real sweet when you wanna be,” you teased.

“Don’t get used to it,” he said, fighting off a grin.

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[hiscloakmydaggers]

Pranking, Taste -less or -ful?

Deanic Prompt Generator Week

Day 3 - “Nic princess carrying Deacon”

deacon tricks his husband into thinking hes dying to get carried and kissed. everybody knows hes lying abt it. thats it thats the fluff. something funny and silly bc of what i wrote yesterday 😭😭 my apology here!!

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Deacon and Nic had been out longer than usual.

Dez thought, scratching the end of her cigarette over the table. Her eyes scanned over the map, locking onto the location she sent the pair to.

That’s, like, only ten minutes away. Where the hell are they?

Just then she heard the door swing open, with some crying and overdramatic groaning.

“Desdemona is- oh, what the hell?” Even Drummer Boy was shocked. He stood aside as Nic - carrying Deacon like a little princess - pushed his way through to the table.

Deacon was laying limp, hand over his forehead and tongue hanging out his mouth. Blood was on his clothes but he had no injuries. He clearly wasn’t seriously hurt. But Nic thought otherwise; he held the spy tight to his chest, literally crying.

Dez rolled her eyes, “can you explain what’s going on here?”

“It’s Deacon. I-I stepped away for a couple minutes, I came back and he’s on the floor…” Nic grumbled and patted his husband’s back.

The edges of Deacon’s open mouth curved into a small mischievous smile. “Blehhh..”

“Fuck, what the hell’s going on with him? I checked all over, h-he’s breathing just fine, but he won’t get up!”

Dez narrowed her eyes at Deacon, he winked at her in response. “Shhh,” he pressed his index finger to his lips, then resumed his performance. “Aughhh, the painnn… blehhhg…”

“Well then… Carrington, can you come help? Deacon seems to be out.”

The exasperated doctor walked over, cracking his knuckles. He took one look at Deacon and sighed. “There’s clearly nothing wrong with him?”

“What are you talking about?” Nic growled and walked over to Carrington. “You’re a professional, aren’t you? He’s hurt!”

“Ah, well of course. I’ll administer some medicine then.” He gestured for Deacon to be set down. Annoyingly careful, Nic laid his husband across the table and kissed his forehead. Impossible how he didn’t realize the spy smirk a bit. Carrington stepped over, raised his hand, and-

SMACK!

“O-Ow, oww! Shit, what the hell?” Deacon shot up, rubbing his cheek. Everybody but Nic laughed at him.

“What?! Were… weren’t you just?”

“Uhhh…” Deacon flopped back onto the table again. His voice naturally returned to its grogginess, “didn’t work. It still hurts…”

“Deacon, get up now,” Dez crossed her arms. Nic was still somehow convinced this was real, albeit a bit suspicious. Leaning over Deacon and checking his temperature with a hand to the forehead.

Is he just that stupid?

“Can’t… Dez, this might b-be my,” he coughed, “final day here. They got me…”

“What? Honey, can you hear me?”

“Nic, m-my beautiful husband,” Nic blushed in response, “I think I-I know the cure to save me.”

“You’re a doctor too now? I mean, shit, tell me. I’ll do anything.”

Deacon slightly opened his right eye. There was a crowd of other agents here, watching his performance. “I saw it in a magazine from b-before the war… true love’s ki- MMPH!”

No reluctance, Nic smashed his lips onto Deacon’s. Carrington immediately walked away, fake-gagging.

Nic picked Deacon up in a bridal carry again, lips still connected. “Mmp.. mmhh, ho-“

“Alright, alright! It’s been a bit too long now,” Dez clapped her hands. “Quit it!”

Deacon pulled away, glasses askew on his face. “Wow,” he slowly opened his eyes, “you saved me, Nic. I feel perfectly fine again… I love you.”

“I love you too, my dear,” and as if Dez hadn’t just told them to stop, they started basically making out again.

These two are idiots.

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i just wrote about the loml in serious pain yesterday so i need to do something unserious to soothe the burn. nic isnt actually gullible, i just think hes so protective of deacon that even if its fake he’ll take it so seriously. deacon takes that to his advantage

site 4 prompt: https://atsuzaki-playground.neocities.org/

[eggrolls-and-fandoms]

Sunny hadn’t always been afraid of the animatronics. It just seemed as if one day he suddenly became terrified of them. As always, their parents did nothing about this. Didn’t care at all. It’s always Mari who has to comfort him, who has to get him up for school, who has to feed him, who has to keep track of him.

Mari squirms in excitement under the bed, finally having heard the tell-tale sound of feet scuffing across the floor. She secures her Foxy mask to her face again, getting ready to pounce. Wait for it, wait for it…

(Rest of fic under cut, ao3 link)

“AUGHHH!!” Mari jumps out and screams at Sunny. Immediately, he clutches his stupid little Fredbear closer to his chest and bursts into tears.

It was a little like aloe on the fire of Mari’s rage. Yeah, she wasn’t powerless. Look at that stupid kid, who thinks he has the right to be so sensitive. He always has it so easy. He has no idea what it’s really like.

She laughs mercilessly at him as he sobs into his plushie. It’s always Mari who has to comfort him, who has to make him shut up.

She takes off the mask, holding it by the straps. “Oh, come on.” She eventually says when the crying starts to make an uncomfortable twinge grow in her heart.

“Don’t be afraid, Sunny,” Mari rolls her eyes, tugging him into a hug. “It’s not as scary as you think.”

Not her fault he was so easy to scare. Really, he should be thanking her. Not just for being the only actual parent around, but for making him stronger. He’ll never survive in this world so soft. Mari never had the luxury of being that soft - why should he?

(2 days until the party.)

Fredbear’s Family Diner was like a second home to Mari. That was not a good thing whatsoever.

It was home in the way you resent that familiar spot of mold in the bathroom, home as in the cold locked door to Father’s study, home like crying and unwashed sheets, home like walking past a step on the stair and seeing the blood stain where you cut your foot on a nail that never really washed out. Horrible things, even delightful things, all becoming so familiar it’s just a place that exists and holds you within it. A place you will never escape.

Sunny’s been hiding for his whole stupid birthday party.

Father insisted on it, no matter what Mari said. He’s not even here. He didn’t care at all when Mari kept saying Sunny wouldn’t like it, that it’d be pointless, that he’d cry the whole time, that he was scared. Just got mad at her, acting like he knows everything. And of course, he couldn’t even bother to fucking show up. Not even watch over all these kids. No, that was Mari’s job. Like always.

There’s a new Spaceboy movie out. Her friends even got her a ticket. She’s had to skip it for this. This loud, greasy, obnoxious hell. She will smile today if it kills her. It’s a miracle she got some of her friends to come along.

“Why’s he so afraid of them, anyway?” Hero asks. Thank God for Hero, always by her side.

“No idea. He won’t talk about it. Just decided to be a coward one day, I guess. Maybe at least this’ll put an end to it. Now, put on that Bonnie mask, boy!”

Hero laughs, doing as he’s told. He’d been hesitant at first, but Mari has always been able to drag him into anything. Oh, she can’t wait!

Sunny’s always been so easy for her to pick up. She nuzzles her face to his crying cheek. “Awww, is baby scared? Don’t worry! Big sister Mari is always here! Oh, I know what’ll make you feel better… a visit to your very best friend!”

“Oh, what’s that? I think the little guy said he wants to give Fredbear a big ole kiss!”

Mari laughs, holding Sunny’s squirming, sobbing body. “Don’t be afraid, Sunny,” she says, placing him inside Fredbear’s gaping mouth. “It’s not as scary as you think!”

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God, Mari hates this place. She stands stock still, barely breathing, blood frozen in her racing heart.

“Ballora, no, no,” says the voice. Achingly, terrifyingly familiar. “She’s a friend! She’s helping us! She’s going to get us out of here, she’s not like the others.”

It feels a little like home, this hell, dark and rancid and tense. Blueprints and dust, cold locks, hiding under a desk and waiting patiently for the tell-tale shuffle of inhuman feet. Shocks and eyes following her home.

“Yes, that’s it, that’s it,” encourages the voice. He had always sounded so distant, in a way, so stone-faced, except when he was crying. Crying and crying and crying and c- “Let her pass. She’s our friend.”

The mass of weirdly wet sounding wires slowly dances away. She can’t see in the dark, only guided by the voice she’d follow into Hell. Mari could cry. That’s the thing, she supposes. They’d both always been crybabies.

“She is right behind you, but she won’t follow. She is afraid,” whispers the voice. “The scooping room is right in front of you.”

Mari had sometimes hallucinated and dreamt of that voice. Had ever since the party. She’d wander the hall aimlessly, hearing far off crying and pleading. Never could find the source. She’d do anything to hug him again.

Mari’s hands aren’t shaking. They haven’t done that since night 3. Terror can become a home. Home was always terrifying, anyway. Her whole body is tense, and she feels like there’s a caged bird in her stomach trying to get out.

For Sunny. If not for anyone else, if not for anything else, for Sunny.

(It’s always Sunny.)

She walks forward steady, fast, silent, and opens the door. Something feels wrong. But something feels wrong constantly, so she just breathes through it.

It’s a little brighter here, but not by much. Dim light glints off the scooper, rust like dried blood on its edges. The door closes behind her with a damning thud.

“Don’t be afraid, Mari,” she whispers to herself, an empty, desperate comfort. She doesn’t notice the wires wrapping around her arms and legs, prepared to squeeze tight at a moment’s notice. “It’s not as scary as you think.”

[laminy]

Rami reaches out and takes Joe’s hand in his, giving him a gentle squeeze. “You’ve been so kind to me,” he says softly. “I hope you know that I wouldn’t be able to do any of this without you. But you know that you can talk to me too, right?”

Joe looks up at Rami, meeting his eyes again, and then his eyes quickly flick down, maybe to Rami’s mouth, and then Joe clears his throat and nods. “Thank you,” he says, withdrawing his hand from Rami’s.

“You’re welcome,” Rami says, settling back in his seat. He looks up at the ceiling as the lights start to dim, and the advertisements start, excitement bubbling up as he looks over at Joe. He can't help but feel that this night is pretty special.

Look I know I’m supposed to be offline but I cannot PASS UP THE OPPORTUNITY to tell you I’m reading itbasm again and omfg I need you to stop being so amazing at writing 😭 that moment made me so soft :,) just their tenderness for each other. CRY. and their whole mini adventure to get popcorn and snacks and chatting made me grin the whole time. literally. 

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Rami pulls his jacket closer around his body as he and Joe make their way towards Joe’s flat, the night air cool around them. He thinks he hears a noise behind them, and then he quickly looks back, jumping. He isn’t really sure if the film was that good or not, but there were a lot of scares in it. He’s glad to not be going home alone tonight. For more than one reason.

STOP THAT RIGHT NOW. STOP IT. HE’S GLAD TO NOT BE GOING HOME ALONE TONIGHT FOR MORE THAN ONE REASON, STOP IT. YOU ARE OVER HERE TRYNA KILL ME

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“I wasn’t going to say that,” Rami says quickly, trying to speed up.

“Oh ho, this is great,” Joe says, matching Rami’s speed. In turn, Rami just speeds up again until the two of them are running through the streets of Perth, landing at the front door of Joe’s building, laughing loudly as Joe searches for his keys.

“See?” Rami says. “You are a runner.”

Joe’s taking deep breaths, looking at Rami who barely seems bothered by it, and unlocks the front door. “Shut up,” he pants, “I can’t believe you tricked me.”

STOP STOP STOP STOP THIS SHIT IS SO FUCKING CUTE 😭 I WANT TO SCREAM. it’s too wholesome omfg. 😭 just. rami over here tricking joe into running, i’m fucking dead 💀😂

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He’s not focusing on the TV at all, because he can’t stop thinking about what Joe said outside. About them going to a film, then going home together. And Joe’s right, Rami was about to call him fit. He really was. He’d like to tell himself that he was just joking, but he’s not. He does find Joe attractive. He loves the colour of his hair. The ways his eyes crinkle when he smiles. Oddly enough, he likes his nose? Something that Rami can say he’s never really noticed on anyone else before. Most of all he likes his laugh. And how nice Joe is. Rami can almost feel the prickle of tears in his eyes as he starts to get overwhelmed. Being around Joe now makes him so nervous, when really, he just wants to tell him the truth. Whatever the truth is, Rami’s not entirely sure. Does he want Joe to be his boyfriend? Does he just want to kiss him? Or just hold his hand? Rami bites down on his lip as he thinks.

🔫 i cannot believe you. it’s so fucking, aughhh ❤️❤️❤️ ramiiiiiiiiiiiiiii RAMIIIIIIIIIII. STOP THAT HE’S SO IN LOVE HOLYSHIT. THE WAY HE FEELS ABOUT JOE AND EVERYTHING HE LOVES ABOUT JOE IS JUST SO FREAKING CUTE. DAMN YOUR AMAZING WRITER ASS, LAMINY.

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Rami takes a few deep breaths. He can do it, he thinks. He can do it. He can say something. They spent all day together, and it was lovely. Rami thinks back on Joe’s words at the museum, calling it a date. Telling him he was happy Rami was there. It would be a perfect way to end it, if Rami said something. It would make Joe so happy. But it might also be the perfect way to ruin it, if Joe rejects him, if those words had just been…Joe being nice. But, Rami thinks, Ben and Gwil won’t be back for another couple of days. If Joe turns him down, Rami can go hide in his flat until Gwil comes back. And things will be better by then. They’ll be over it. Maybe this is the best chance he’s ever going to get. Ben and Gwil won’t just be running off to London all the time, and Rami really doesn’t think he could ever do this with Ben and Gwil around.

LMFAOOO NOT HIM READY TO HIDE 💀 KISS HIM. FUCKING DO IT RAMI YOU PUSSY

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“Rami, do you wanna go on a date with me?” Joe asks.

Rami looks back up at him, smiling. “Really?” he asks. “I’d love to. That’s still a thing people do?” Rami asks, and Joe laughs loudly.

“Yeah, dating’s still a thing,” Joe replies, still chuckling.

“Good,” Rami says, leaning his weight against Joe. “I was worried.” He sighs. “I was worried about a lot of things,” he admits softly.

Joe reaches up, brushing a curl off Rami’s forehead, then leans down to press a kiss to the top of his head. “You don’t have to worry anymore, okay? I’ve got you.”

“I’ve got you.” LAMINY 😭 I CANNOT WITH THESE TWO. Not Rami questioning if dating was still a thing 😂 but I get it, my guy literally didn’t see YEARS AND YEARS go by-

me:🤡🔫

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Joe lifts his hands to his face, still grinning. He honestly can’t believe it. Not even a little bit. Rami, who’s so smart, and kind, and sweet, and loveable…likes him? Him, Joe. Joe Mazzello. Joe’s sure there must have been a misunderstanding somewhere. Surely, Rami meant to have a crush on Gwil? Tall, great accent, even better hair. Or Ben. Equally great accent, killer body. What’s Rami want with him?

Aww Joe’s thoughts just make me want to die 😭 Joe finding it so hard to understand why Rami loves him makes me feel things and when he thinks Gwil or Ben are better and tries to think of an excuse as to why Rami would possibly love him, sigh 😔 

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Joe clears his throat and gently places one hand on Rami’s waist, reaching up with the other to cup his cheek, and then leans in. Joe’s careful to not crowd too close against him, worried that he’ll make Rami feel uncomfortable, and their lips just barely brush before he tilts his head and kisses him harder.

Rami lets out a surprised sound, and jerks back slightly, bumping against the counter, but after a moment, Joe can feel a hand tentatively reach out and grab onto his hip.

Joe pulls back for a moment, smiling, then kisses him again, taking his face with both hands this time. He’s not sure how long they stand there kissing for. Long enough for Rami to reach out with his other hand, tugging him in, making Joe groan softly. Long enough for the kettle to start whistling, and Joe jerks back, glancing over at the stove. “Sorry,” he says, stepping away from Rami to turn off the burner.

LAMINYYYYY YOU CAN’T BE DOING THIS TO ME OKAY? NOT RIGHT NOW. I should not be reading this cute romantic fic while moving on from a breakup 💀 but I like to make myself suffer so yayyy!!! You’re killing me over here with this romantic make out scene 😂 but I love it.

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“Uh, how handsome I am, obviously,” Joe says, and Rami laughs and shakes his head. “So that’s a no, huh? Dammit. I knew Ben had the sexier accent. That’s why I don’t let him anywhere near the rovers. Aliens would be flocking in here left and right for that guy.”

i cackled. yes i did. “That’s why I don’t let him anywhere near the rovers. Aliens would be flocking in here left and right for that guy.” 😂😂😂 yeah definitely killing me out here, laminy. the amount of love I have for this fic and your spectacular writing is beyond comprehension. I just had to come to your inbox and send this since I’m going back and reading this amazing work, love you to bits, laminy ❤️ (also i hope your novel story is going good!! ☺️)

oh my goshhhhh I did not expect to get a message from you about this story right now and your comments are always so in depth and kind and lovely.

god Rami and Joe were so soft haha I remember writing this and just, I want to wrap myself up in a blanket of it, really. like when I started writing this fic, in my head it was a Ben/Gwil fic but then Rami and Joe were so delightful and lovely and soft together. I loved writing Rami. they're so in love. I wrote it and I'm still like awwww haha.

thank god dating is still a thing people do or poor Rami lol. Joe would've brought it back for him though, I'm 100 percent sure.

thank you so much for coming back to my inbox for this, it means the world <3 please take care of yourself!

(I am still writing my novel, I'm about 1/3 of the way through the second draft and right now I love the characters and their vibes but I kind of hate the plot so I'm not sure yet how to fix that lol)

[i-need-air]

Katsuki with daughter hc? I'm dead (x-x) that piece is so precious I can't!!!! Imagine him with a twin both boys with different personalities, the other one is energetic and the other one is shy but they are both angels (like a kirshima and deku) he loves them all and and andd aughhh!😭 my heart can't take it!! -🧸🎂

Yes. This. Yes. Yes. Aha. This is it. This is my life juice. This right here. Fuck me up. Give me. I need this now. Bakugou with twin boys is the dream.

Hybrid!Bakugou with twin boys HCs:

× so we established his daughter would be just like him but;

× i live for this ask right now because it's absolutely precious!

× imagine his surprise when be finds out you're having twins

× absolutely adores them and will pamper them so much

× [ thanks the lord, the heavens, the old gods and all the stars in the galaxy because they're more chill akdjjwjdj ]

× if his daughter is daddy's little girl, the twins are glued to you and he's lowkey jealous but doesn't know if he's jealous of you since you're getting all of their attention or on them since they're getting all of your attention

× big family snuggling on the couch; everyone sprawled everywhere, the kids snuggling into you and he'd just... he'd be in his element, man;

× pulls such a soft face bc he's living for this moment

× his pack; that's it, this is his pack.

× as the twins are laid back and just smol sunshines, he'd be a little worried but both of them have each other's backs!

× one would be the one doing all the socializing while the other would calm the situation even from an early age

× they wouldn't fight and that's a relief; I feel that combo of personalities would make such a great team, for real.

× [ part 2 of thanking the heavens but ok ]

× he'd play with them and also teach them how to growl

× imagine one growling lively and the other letting out a very shy rawr then cry bc he didn't make it

× Katsuki would pat his head and reassure him; "It's ok, kid, you'll get it someday. Now show me your teeth!"

× he makes a face at smol bean until he starts laughing through the tears

× this man will feel so accomplished it's surreal

× the twins will also be his biggest fans too; think about them talking with other kids at the playground and saying "My dad is the strongest!" and "Yeah, he's so cool."; meanwhile Bakugou, who was just keeping an eye on them, grins like a mad man bc FUCK YES HE IS DAMMIT!

× instantly sends you messages about it to make you feel jealous but blushes bright red if you say something along the lines of "Of course you are!"

× that being said—

× Katsuki will always make sure they have their favorite food prepared and that's a hassle to say at least! Both have completely different tastes too

× bitches about the kids but with no backbone

× akdjskdjdj everyone, gather around in a circle and let's have an imagining exercise: Bakugou manhandling them; never ever hurts them but let's say he throws one on his shoulder and picks the other in his hand like a baggage, limbs dangling and both laughing at their dad 💕

× or just grabs one by the hood of his tiny hoodie and another from his ankle and just places them on the couch until he finishes cleaning or something

× if they run up to you and jump on you he's again showing that soft look and it's so adorable...

× THEIR TAILS WOULD BE WAGGING WHEN RUNNING TO YOU AND IT'S HNNNGGNGNNNN— 💕💞💕💞💕💞

× you can tell them apart just by their tails bc the more outgoing bean wiggles it like crazy knocking stuff in his path and the shy one would just— 🥺 wave it slowly— or just the tip would wiggle a little bit;;;;

× they're still his kids so they're little shits; as much as they're normally sweet angels, they do have their moments and I'm not even sorry about it

× let's say they do blame each other for something bc they'd be terrified to blame it on their bigger sister akddjdkkd at the end they're still a team but it turns out to be ridiculous...

× "No, he did it!"

× "Wasn't me..."

× "Fine, it was—uh... An alien!"

× "Y-yeah—!"

× starts bitching and cussing like a sailor: "See these brats?! Saying fuckin' E.T. broke into the fucking house and colored the walls!" He's irritated as hell but smirking at his dumbass children. [ spoiler alert: both of them did it and they fucking signed it— 💀 ]

× you all go hiking and Bakugou has a stroke bc everyone is doing their thing, running around in too many directions and he's fuming but loving it

× very active so good thing he has the energy for that even if you don't

× drops in bed at night and sighs

× hides a small smile off his face when he says "Knew you'd torture me with more devils."

× he loves them so, so much

[ccsthemovie2]

OK, scratch that other and let me replace with Kero & Yue and an abandoned or empty place!

Kero + Yue + V

"Knewww you'd be here!" Kero shakes himself out till he's a more comfortable size.

"Keroberos. We're outside."

"Like you blend in."

Yue looks away, and the win goes to Kero. It's true, he's following Sakura's rules with his mouth, but acting like it's much longer ago. Clow didn't care. Lie around, wings out, in full view of the neighbors, whatever. Anyone could call him a witch, and he'd agree wholeheartedly. So straightforward, right? A bit of an oddball, but honest.

Or something.

Kero makes no attempt to go into the house.

"Anyway," he stalls, "Do I know you or what? The second they move out, bam, there you are-"

"I was invited."

"Wait, what?"

Yue glides past him through the doorway. Kero hangs back as much as he can.

"When was this, I never got a call!"

"Earlier. He said to let everyone know to take what they want now, because all the furniture's being shipped over to him in a few days. And then..."

"And then?"

"And then the house is being torn down."

Kero whistles.

"Man. I can't believe it. Are Sakura and the cards already here?"

Yue pauses in his tracks, looks over his shoulder guiltily.

"She's in school right now. I'm going to let her know as soon as that's over."

"Ahh, I see. Safety-checking first. Smart."

Yue raises an eyebrow.

"What's there to safety-check?"

Kero gives him a look that says What, are you stupid?

"Uhhhh, because it's been a while? We knew what not to touch when we were used to it but, A, we super aren't anymore, and B, our good friend Eriol may have inherited the tendency to leave a surprise behind him?"

"He said it would be safe," Yue says, like that confirms everything, and Kero only lets it go because it means he asked.

The house, inside, is new and old and old and new and undeniably heavy on their heads. The longer they spend in the house the less of his cheerful self Kero is. His shoulders grow hunched, his tail tense, pointing sharply outward, keeping his balance, his ears flattened.

He stalks around the empty kitchen, paws through cabinets, commenting- "Oh, Sakura would love these little plates." "Score, he left like, a full cabinet of spices!" "Eeeeyuck, aughhh, that's not ketchup, that's a potion."

"I thought you were the one worried about safety?" Yue says. He nearly smiles.

"Exactly! And now Sakura won't make my mistakes." Kero crosses his eyes, sticks out his tongue- it's changing colors rapidly. Nearly laughs, nearly relaxes his posture, then thinks better of it. Yue actually giggles. God, everything goes topsy turvy in this place.

"Hey, Yue," Kero says, a bit unkindly, "You want your old mug back?"

"He kept it?" Yue asks, breathless. It's an old joke. Little more than a handle on a ceramic crescent moon.

"Sure did. Kept most of his old stuff, from the look of it-" (suddenly Yue has gone from picking at the corner of a tablecloth to directly over Kero's shoulder) "-and added a lotta things, too. Oooh, butterfly cookie cutters!"

Yue, elbow deep in a cutlery drawer (Yukito might want this ladle), loses interest as soon as he sees how much is unfamiliar.

This place changes him too, not just Kero. Feet on the ground and the house feels even larger for doing so, or he feels smaller, doesn't matter. He holds a new pan over an old stove, mimics flipping something as if to try and understand the last person who did so, looking somewhere between awe and joy and misery.

Kero decides, and this is how you know he's really shaken, that he's had enough of poking around the kitchen. He pads into the living room.

"Hey, he took the chair!"

That gets Yue's attention.

"So he did."

"He took the chair with him immediately. Didn't wanna risk any of us taking his bad vibes chair. The guy's a hoot."

There isn't a single photo of the old crowd, Kero notices. Lots of art, most new, and a few pictures of Spinel and Ruby in old frames. He doesn't say anything about that.

"I'm glad we're doing this together," he says instead. "Nobody should be in this house alone. Even Eriol knew that, bet that's why he made those two. Probably why it'll get torn down now."

"I can't believe it..." Yue says. "Torn down." He realizes fully what will happen and grows mournful, like the house is about to be executed. "He's never done this before."

This is true. Clow and his- household? Creations? Disciples? Kiddos? Roommates? Clow and his roommates have moved many times, but the empty houses generally got taken over by some relative or other, or occasionally preserved for a later return. There's one, at least, that's a proper haunted house now, and these days it sells tickets every October. Clow always, always, built things with eternity in mind. This is a first. When Kero reaches the end of that thought, he understands.

"To distinguish himself, I guess. But in a way I actually agree with him there. Maybe I'm just biased..." he thinks about hopping up in his old window seat- in Spinel's old window seat. He doesn't. "But I'll be glad to see it go."

"Why?" Yue whispers. He's daring Kero to say something he'll disagree with. Kero knows it, takes the bait anyway- is it bait if you know good and well what you're doing?

"It's a bad place, Yue. Bad things happened here. It's full of that feeling."

"Don't say that," Yue says, near begging, "about one of our homes."

"It stopped being my home when it was taken from me," Kero says sharply.

"It was given back."

Kero hisses.

"Oh, I'm so glad-" he starts, full of fire and poison, and then cuts himself off. He looks away from Yue, takes a deep breath. Yue hasn't seen him do that in a long, long time. Sometimes, when it's obvious to even someone oblivious and hotheaded as Keroberos....

"All right." he agrees, flatly, defeated. It's worse to be given up on entirely than to be argued with. "It was given back to us."

"Tell me when you want to go upstairs," Yue says, staring deep into the empty fireplace, basking in the warmth of the fire that was here decades ago, avoiding the burn of the one that was there a few months before. "I'll go with you."

"Do you want to?" Kero's voice is low, quiet. He bumps Yue's leg with his cheek. "You could stay at the foot of the stairs."

"Mmm... yes. I'll go."

"Cry it out before the others get here too. Smart."

"I'm not going to cry."

"You'd better, or Yukito'll be bawling on your behalf."

[allmycrushesaredead]

Sad

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24480694/chapters/59088052

Summary:  

Patton needs help, and finally, he gets it. Can be seen as a continuation of my previous fic, Happy.

Warnings: suicidal thoughts, self-hatred, self-esteem issues, self-harm, panic attacks, cutting

ANGST!! You have been warned!

Originally published on 06-01-2020

Words: 2828

Chapters: 1/?

Patton didn't think that anyone noticed.

After all, he had done this several times before, although never to this extent.

But, if they hadn't noticed it before, they wouldn't notice now. At least, that's what Patton told himself.

He knew that a part of him wanted them to notice, wanted them to help him, to make him stop…

He wanted to stop…

Except he didn't.

He didn't want them to find out, didn't want them to take this away from him, not now that he was so dependent on it.

Patton shook his head in an attempt to clear it, stowing his razor away in his sock drawer.

Stop feeling bad for yourself , he thought, wrapping his arm with his bandages and pulling on a long sleeve shirt. You did this to yourself so suck it up. Put on that smile everyone expects you to have and go out there and take care of the others.

Patton spared one last glance at his reflection before plastering on the smile and stepping out to greet the other sides.

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Logan was the first to notice.

To be fair, he wasn't particularly prone to notice changes in emotion, or even to recognize emotion in general, but he was quite skilled at recognizing changes in patterns, behaviors, and routines.

Thus, it was reasonable that he would be the first to notice that something was abnormal.

At first, Logan only had suspicions that something was amiss. Nevertheless, he could not gather enough evidence that anything was truly out of the ordinary for quite some time. That is, until this morning.

He knew immediately when he woke at exactly 6:30 a.m. that something was off in the mind palace. Call it what you wish, a hunch, intuition, a sixth sense, something in the air did not feel right. Something was different, and he was not looking forward to witnessing the consequences of such a detour from routine.

Seven minutes later, Logan stepped out of his room, trivia book in one hand. He quietly shut the door behind him before turning to go down the stairs to the kitchen.

Before he could take more than two steps, Patton's door opened with a click, the moral side stepping into the hallway, dressed in… a long sleeve shirt? Confused by this unusual choice of clothing, Logan forgot to greet the side, only to be refocused by Patton's greeting of, "Morning, Logan!"

"Salutations, Patton. Did you sleep adequately?"

Patton twisted the end of his sleeve between his fingers before replying, "I slept alright. How about you?"

Logan's eyes locked on the nervous movement, confused. It was unlike Patton to present such behaviors. In fact, the nervous fidgeting was a behavior that Virgil expressed frequently.

Logan took mental note of this discovery before replying, "I slept the recommended amount for someone of our age, so I am suitability well rested."

"Oh. Good," was Patton's weak reply.

Under further examination, Logan noticed the dark marks blemishing the skin under Patton's eyes. Despite his claims, Patton clearly had not slept well, possibly not at all. Furthermore, Patton was always bright and bubbly, no matter how early he woke up, so his quiet demeanor was concerning.

Analyzing these findings in his computer-like mind, Logan decided to question Patton further in order to gather more information.

"Are you cold, Patton? I noticed you are not wearing your usual outfit."

Patton let out a nervous laugh. "Yeah, I'm just a little chilly," he remarked, not meeting Logan's eyes. "Don't worry, though, I'm fine. I'm nice and toasty in this shirt."

Logan watched as a bead of sweat traced a path down his neck. "Of course," Logan replied, deciding not to question the side any further at the moment. Unnecessary prying would only make it more difficult for him to determine the problem.

Taking a step towards the stairs, Logan turned to Patton. "Would you care to accompany me to make breakfast for the others?"

"Of course!" Patton replied. "Maybe the smell of food will lure the kiddos out of bed before noon!"

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Several minutes later, Patton had procured a heaping stack of pancakes, along with a pan of bacon and scrambled eggs.

Logan gazed fondly at the fatherly side, whose tongue was poking between his teeth in concentration. He always seemed most in his element when he was taking care of others. It was quite endearing--

AUGHHH! Logan screwed his eyes shut, shaking his head. Bad Logic. Emotional attachment serves only as a barrier to advancement. Stop it.

He took a sip of his coffee to hide his frustrated blush. Glancing back at Patton, he noticed another peculiar detail. He had not rolled his sleeves up, despite the fact that he was cooking and, quite frankly, they were in the way. Even now, with flour coating the fabric, he made no effort to move them.

"Patton?" Logan called curiously. "Why are you not rolling up your sleeves? Surely it cannot be comfortable for them to be in the way and getting covered in food."

Patton froze, eyes widening, staring blankly at the pan in front of him. "Um… uh- it's not that b-big of a deal," he stuttered, still not meeting Logan's gaze.

Time seemed to stop as the puzzle pieces clicked into place. Logan's breath caught in his throat as he came to a conclusion. For the first time, he desperately hoped he was not correct.

"Patton," Logan said slowly, "show me your arm."

Patton dropped the spatula with a clatter, backing into the cabinet. Now he met Logan's eyes, panic clear in his face, even to Logan. "Please… please don't be mad at me. I'm sorry, please! Don't- don't- I- no-"

"Patton. Just breathe. I am not mad at you. I just want to help you and understand what is going on. So, please. Show me your arm."

Patton drew in a shaky breath, screwing his eyes closed and nodding. After a moment, he thrust out his sleeved arm, turning his face to the side, eyes still screwed shut.

Logan took a cautious step forward before gently gripping his extended hand and peeling back the sleeve. He breathed a small side of relief at the fact that it was bandaged, but quickly changed his mind when he noticed the supplies that Patton had used. He appeared to have used toilet paper that had been folded a few times over and secured with medical tape. No. This would not do.

Logan moved to remove the makeshift bandage before hesitating. "Patton?" he called gently.

The moral side made a small noise in response, cracking an eye open.

"Would you prefer to move this to a more private area, as well as one not in the same region as where we cook and eat?"

Patton gave a slight nod, gripping the logical side's hand tightly.

Slowly, Logan sank out of the kitchen, rising again in his own bathroom.

"Is this location adequate? I have more supplies in here that I can utilize than somewhere else."

Patton nodded again, opening his eyes slightly more.

"I am going to remove the bandage now," Logan said softly. "I will need both my hands, however, as well as a moment to wash them before I begin."

Reluctantly, Patton loosened his grip on Logan's hand, moving to clutch his thighs, digging his nails into the flesh before wincing, a hiss of pain escaping his lips.

Logan dried his hands on a towel before rummaging in the medicine cabinet and removing a few labeled and meticulously organized first aid kits and tubs.

He turned to Patton, who was still standing, staring blankly at the tiled floor. "Do you have any other wounds on other areas of your body?" Logan asked gently. "I noticed you seemed pained when you touched your thighs. I will not be mad if there were other areas, I merely wish to tend to any and all of your needs to assist you in any way I can."

"Arms and thighs," Patton murmured.

Logan nodded, pain and sympathy flaring up in his chest. The fire licked at his eyes, threatening to tear up. Taking a slow breath, Logan refocused.

"Could you remove the articles of clothing that are covering said areas?"

Patton nodded once more, wincing as he pulled his arms free of the shirt, tossing it on the floor before attempting to wriggle out of his pants. He didn't get very far before his belt scraped against his thigh, dragging a strangled cry from his lips. He teetered slightly from the rush of pain, almost toppling to the floor before Logan grasped his sides with two steady hands.

"I have you, you are alright," Logan assured, being careful not to bump Patton's arms.

Patton nodded again before shucking his pants off the rest of the way.

Logan continued to support him with one hand as he closed the toilet lid, pulling a towel from the rack to cover it.

"If you would sit here," he requested, guiding the side to the seat.

Snapping his fingers, Logan summoned a small stool. He hated summoning, but in a time such as this, it was the most logical decision.

Seating himself in front of Patton, Logan eyed the twin bandages on both his arms and legs before noticing Patton's hands frantically clenching and shaking. Reaching out his mind, he found a tool that would aid this problem. Snapping again, he summoned a stress ball shaped like an atom, Logan's personal favorite. Silently, he handed it to Patton, who took it gratefully. Now Logan began to remove the bandages on Patton's right arm. 

Despite his attempts to remain calm and passive, Logan felt his eyes widen at the sheer amount of cuts littering Patton's arm. From about an inch and a half from his wrist to about an inch from the crease in his arm, Patton's skin was utterly covered in cuts. There wasn't so much as a sliver of skin free from a mark, to the point where it appeared to be more cut than skin.

He also saw the remnants of old cuts above and below the fresh wounds. This was not the first time this has happened.

Tightening his grip on Patton's hand, Logan reached to the counter to grab an alcohol wipe. "I apologize in advance, Patton. This is going to hurt, but I need to ensure that you do not run the risk of an infection by not cleaning the wound."

Patton nodded again, screwing his face up in anticipation and clutching both Logan's hand and the stress ball like lifelines.

"One… two… three."

Logan swiped at the skin both as quickly and as effectively as he could, all the while trying to inflict as little pain as possible.

Patton let out a strangled scream, both from the burning alcohol and the pressure on the sensitive skin.

Logan began blowing cool air in the skin, hoping to quench the fire burning in Patton's arm. He watched, pain tight in his chest, as the veins stood out in Patton's neck, beads of sweat forming on his brow.

After a moment, Patton slumped back, taking a shaky breath.

Pulling out another tube, Logan squeezed a large dollop onto his fingers. "This is an antibiotic ointment," he informed the other side. "It also has a pain reliever in it, so this should not hurt as much." Slowly, he began spreading the ointment onto Patton's skin, covering each inch of skin with a thin layer before wiping the excess onto the towel.

"Now I am going to bandage it."

He took out a roll of medical tape, securing a length to each side of Patton's arm on either side of the wounds.

"What's that for?" Patton wondered aloud 

"This is just to secure the bandage so it does not slide around. It is placed under the bandage wrap to secure it to the skin, and in a few steps, I will twist the remaining tape around to attach to the top of the bandage itself."

Patton nodded thoughtfully, relaxing slightly at the knowledge that Logan was more experienced and knowledgeable than himself. He knew he was in good hands.

Logan placed a tongue depressor to either end of the tape. "This is just so the remainder of the tape does not stick to the skin, as I will use it later to tape the bandage."

Now he took out two non-adhesive pads, placing them over the cuts. "Do not move your arm," he warned. "Those are not secured in any way and I do not want them to fall."

Reaching again to his first aid kit, he pulled out a roll of cotton gauze. He slowly wrapped around the arm, then tore the end and set the roll back on the counter.

Now he took a roll of elastic gauze to secure the cotton one. This gauze was very thin and was basically just elastic strings fashioned into a fishnet pattern. However, it did its job well, holding down the fluffy earlier and somehow sticking to itself to secure it.

Now Logan removed the tongue depressors from the tape, twisting it where it stuck out under the gauze and taping it to the top.

"Almost done," he assured Patton, who seemed to be distracted from any pain caused by Logan's actions, seeming entranced by Logan's movement, watching him with fascination.

Logan smiled slightly to himself as he procured a cohesive wrap decorated with cartoon dogs and cats.

Patton let out a gasp of excitement, his eyes lighting up for the first time that day.

Logan chuckled lightly before freezing, slowly looking up at Patton.

"Did you just-"

"No, I did not, and whatever it is that you are asking, I do not know what you mean."

"But you-"

"No, I did not."

"You did! You just laughed!"

Logan groaned. "This stays between us, agreed?" He couldn't handle the looks he would receive from the other sides if they knew he was not the stone cold person he made himself out to be.

Patton's smile widened as he held out his pinky. "I pinky promise."

On any other day, Logan would have protested such childish activities, but he conceded, figuring that it would make Patton happy, which he needed desperately right now. "Pinky promise," Logan agreed, linking his pinky with Patton's. "Now, can I finish your wrap?"

Patton nodded, a smile still lingering on his face.

"This will stick to itself so it can stay in place," he informed the moral side.

As he began wrapping the bandages, Patton cheerfully announced, "You do have a cute little laugh, y'know."

Logan blushed furiously. "I thought that we had retired that topic of conversation."

"Nope!" Patton replied, popping the P. "I'm just so gosh-darn happy that you can laugh, kiddo! You hardly ever do it, so I thought that maybe your giggle box was broken or something!" Patton continued, a giggle of his own punctuating his statement.

Logan's face burned as he muttered, "Can we please talk about something else?"

"Sure thing, but we are gonna talk about this later, kiddo!"

Logan groaned again, but continued wrapping the father side's arm.

After a moment, he continued on to the next arm, repeating the steps as Patton rambled on about seemingly unimportant topics. Logan gave input every so often as he finished cleaning and wrapping all the cuts on Patton skin. The conversation helped distract Patton, which allowed the process to speed along uninterrupted.

Once Logan finished, he packed up his supplies, placing them into the medicine cabinet and helping Patton out of the bathroom and into Logan's room, all while he chattered happily about this and that.

Sitting down on the edge of Logan's bed, Patton watched as Logan rummaged through his drawers in search of something. Finally, he found what he was looking for, and he presented a pair of thin sweatpants and a thin, breathable long sleeve shirt to Patton.

"You can wear these," Logan explained when Patton looked confused. "They are looser and less stuffy and oppressive than what you were wearing."

Patton nodded. "Thank you."

"Of course. I will also wear a similar style outfit so as not to draw unnecessary attention to the fact that you are wearing long sleeves. I will also turn the air conditioning down a few degrees so neither of us overheat."

"I really appreciate it, Logan. Thank you for…" he paused, tears welling in his eyes. "For everything."

Logan nodded, then quickly changed into the comfortable clothes before helping Patton into his. "I do wish to talk with you about this. Not immediately, however," he added, saying panic flare up in Patton's eyes again. "Just... Sometime later. As for right now, I believe breakfast is still waiting for us downstairs. Let us go and get some food before the others finish it all."

Patton gave a small smile before taking Logan's arm once again and sinking back into the kitchen.

[kaidans-alenko]

Chocolate kisses

Just a little valentines one shot based in the universe of the long fic i’m working on “willow”  

Summery: Valentines day is coming up and Lily has the perfect plan to win Kaidan’s heart: homemade chocolate

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"Aughhh!" Lily yelled, resulting in a very alarmed  Aiden dashing into their kitchen.  

"What? What's wrong?" He asked, concerned.

Lily slammed the pan of what he assumed was chocolate down onto the counter, she had been holed up in their apartment all day and wouldn't tell him why "What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to bake." She said, glaring at the pan.

"Bake what?"

Lily tensed up "Nothing, none of your business!"

Aiden picked up her pink recipe book, looking at the page it was opened on "Heart shaped dark chocolate...I didn't know you had a boyfriend." It's not like he was privy to every aspect of her life but they told each other everything and after Nate she had practically ruled out relationships.

Lily blushed, yanking the book from him "I don't."

"Then who are you making it for?"

Lily crossed her arms looking away from him "Maybe it's for you and you ruined the surprise."

"Me?"

"Yeah, you always get me flowers so why can't I give you something?"

"You cook for me every year and besides I hate dark chocolate."

"Well then maybe it's for me!"

"You hate dark chocolate."

"Ugh! Listen, did you just come in to interrogate me?"

"No, I came in because I was worried, you're the one being difficult."

"Fine! I'm making it for someone happy?"

"Who?"

"Why does it matter?"

Aiden shrugged "I'm just curious."

"Well...don't be!" She turned him around, pushing him out of the kitchen. "Now why don’t you focus on your own love life and leave me alone." Lily huffed walking back into the kitchen, leaving Aiden standing in their living room confused.

As much as it aggravated her to admit Aiden was right, she was trying to make chocolate for someone and that someone was her fellow soldier and sentinel, Kaidan Alenko. It was stupid, they weren't dating and she wasn't even sure he liked her so why she was stressing herself like this she didn't know but she was bad with words and everyone liked getting chocolates on valentines day right?

Lily gasped, what if he had a girlfriend? He hadn't mentioned anything but he was also a private person so he probably wouldn't have anyway. Lily fixed her ponytail "Whatever, if he puts all my good work to waste I'll kill him, asshole." She grumbled as she went back to work. 

Kaidan shuddered "You okay LT?" Ashley asked.

"Yeah, just a sudden chill." He told her, a troubled look on his face.

"You know they often say that happens when someone is talking about you, maybe Lily is the reason?" She teased. Ashley knew about Lily and Kaidan's respective crushes on each other, her only problem was she couldn't tell either of them. Lily was her best friend and if she wanted her to keep it a secret she would and Ashley was no gossip but damn if it wasn't hard.

Kaidan rolled his eyes "Please, she doesn't even like me."

Oh if only he knew "Then why did you drag me, her best friend on to the Citadel just to pick out a gift for her huh?" Kaidan was silent "if you truly believed she didn't like you, any old box of chocolate would do, wouldn't it?"

"Just tell me what kind of flowers she likes."

"Aiden already gets her flowers."

Kaidan sighed "Of course…"

"She likes stuffed animals though.” Ashley informed him.

"You're kidding." Her? Miss shoot up a colony just because they don't have the time to throw a couple gas grenades. She collects stuffed animals? 

Ashley shook her head "Swear on my life, she has quite the collection."

"If you say so." If anyone were to know it’d either be Ashley or Aiden and he certainly wasn’t about to ask him how to win his sister’s heart. 

"Come on, I'll even help you pick one out." Ashley grabbed his wrist and pulled him over to shelves filled to the brim with pink, red and white stuffed toys.

"They're cute but they all have 'I love you' written on them." He said as he put one back on the shelf.

"Well are they wrong?" She pried.

"I'm not answering that." Kaidan picked up a white dog with red hearts all over it "aren't hearts a little...forward?"

"Kaidan."

He looked over at her "Yeah?"

"It's Valentine's Day, that's the whole point." Kaidan was definitely the endearingly awkward type and Lily was just awkward. They'd be a match made in heaven if they'd just knock it off and be honest with each other.

"Success!" Lily cried out collapsing to her knees on the kitchen floor, exhaustion finally washing over her. She had been trapped in her kitchen all morning and afternoon trying to get this chocolate to mold correctly and she finally did. "I'm never fucking making chocolate again." She said as she stood up "so he better enjoy it while he can."

Lily hummed happily as she set the heart shaped candy into a small pink box, wrapping a bow around it, trying to push the thought that Kaidan may not feel the same way to the back of her mind "It's fine, I'll just order a heart shaped pizza and cry alone while Aiden has a nice evening with Liara It's okay." She laughed to herself, aware of how crazy she probably sounded. She hoped that didn’t happen but she stopped being an optimist a long time ago.

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Kaidan sat at the table in the mass hall, the stuffed dog he had gotten for Lily laid in front of him, he felt silly as he waited for her to finish getting ready, the rest of the crew was either on dates or at Flux but he had stayed behind to wait for her. Kaidan might have sorta kinda forgot to ask her out on a date so he had to do it last minute when she probably already had one. He was an adult he could handle rejection, it would suck but he’d get over it, he just needed to get it out of the way so he could get over it. Kaidan gently flicked the dog's ear “Hopefully she’ll think you’re cute enough to forget that she hates me.” at least that’s what she liked to tell him, she was aloof one day but flirted with him the next it made no sense, Ashley liked to tease him by saying he didn’t understand women but maybe he just didn’t understand Lily. It’s not that she was all that easy to read.

Lily peaked over at Kaidan from behind the elevator, her hands behind her back holding the pink box containing the chocolate she made for him, he had a present in front of him too, they were the only two left on the ship was it for her? She didn’t want to assume things but she really hoped it was, she had fantasizing all day in between bouts of chocolate related anger. Taking a deep breath and steeling herself she slowly walked over to him “Kaidan?”

He looked up upon hearing his name, breath catching in his throat at the sight of her, he had never seen her in a skirt before and her gorgeous raven black hair was out of its usual tight ponytail and instead tied into a braid laid over her bare shoulders. At the age of thirty-two here he was blushing like a school boy on valentines day because of his CO’s younger sister. When was the last time he was on shore leave? “Lily you...uh...you look beautif-nice! You look very nice…” he said as he stood up to greet her, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. 

Any other time she would’ve teased him but not now, she didn’t feel like it now, it’s not that she wanted a relationship really, she hadn’t for a long time but she didn’t want to have a just sex relationship with him either, ignoring the fact Kaidan wasn’t the type, what she felt for him wasn’t just physical attraction it went deeper and that terrified her. “I uh...I made these for you.” she said, blushing as she handed him the box of candy. 

“You made it?” He asked, surprised as he opened the box.

“Yeah, it’s always a hit or miss with store bought chocolate so I thought i’d give it a try.” she told him as she started tugging on her skirt, the ship suddenly feeling very hot and the more she thought about it the more she realized homemade, heart shaped chocolate may have been too forward.

Kaidan smiled down at her “Thank you Lily, I can’t wait to try them,” he turned around, picking up the dog and holding it out to her “I got you something too, I had heard you liked stuffed animals so…” now it was his turn to blush.

Lily’s face lit up “For me?” she gently took the stuffed down in her hands, looking at it briefly before hugging it to her chest with a smile on her face “I love it, thank you!” Kaidan had never seen her smile, not at him anyway all he got was a smirk at most but not this time, this time she gave him a genuine smile and it was gorgeous. Kaidan didn’t know her history, he didn’t know why she rarely smiled but he wanted to. It’s not like he was big on smiling either but someone like Lily...someone like her deserved to always be happy, to always smile from the bottom of her heart, even if he wasn’t the reason behind it. 

“I know it’s very last minute but if you don’t have a date I would like to take you to dinner.” It had been a long time since he had asked someone on a date, probably before he even enlisted and he hadn’t anticipated doing it again for a long time yet here he was jittery with butterflies in stomach as he asked the woman he had a crush on out on a date. God crush...such a juvenile term for him to use but that was the best way to describe it and for as much as they bickered it was probably a long shot but something deep down told him he’d regret it if he didn’t. 

“I’d love to, I actually didn’t have any plans either.” She was hoping he’d give her some but she wasn’t going to say that out loud. 

Kaidan let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding “Great, that’s uh...great.” he hadn’t planned past this mainly because he hadn’t anticipated her saying yes but before he could trip over his words again Lily took his hand, pulling him along.

“There’s a restaurant I've been wanting to try but I haven’t had anyone to go with.” She said, it was an obvious lie, she could’ve dragged Aiden along but she didn’t because she was holding out hope that she’d be able to go with Kaidan, they weren’t dating, not even a little so to have such hope was silly but she was nothing if not a hopeless romantic, a side of herself she hadn’t seen in a long time. 

“What restaurant?” He asked as he was rather willingly led up the stairs.

“Apollo’s? I don’t remember but it’s named after one of those Greek gods, it’s on the presidium I know that much.”

Kaidan chuckled “I’m sure we’ll find it.”

“I hope so! I’m starving Kaidan, absolutely wasting away as we speak.” she said, her tone over dramatic and dragging her feet as if she was about to pass out on the stairs.

It was rare for her to joke with him like this but he liked it and as much as he was getting his hopes up it had him wanting more nites like this but for now he was going to savor this one. The sound of her giggling, something he didn’t expect to hear from her, the sight of her smile, the one she was only directing at him, the smell of her floral perfume, it was light but so very Lily and most of all, the feeling of his hand in hers. Lily’s hands, like the rest of her, were much smaller than his and they fit together like puzzle pieces. He wasn’t about to be sappy and say they were made for each other, he didn’t know that yet but it sure was a nice thought. 

[i-write-fanfics-to-procrastinate]

Gruvia, 14 (Juvia saying I hate you)

Aughhh. I thought this was great and then I sat downto try and write it. I couldn’t figure out what to do! This is super freakingangsty and I dislike angst, but… I’m imagining in my head that in the end Juvia saves the love of her life just in time. 

           Exhaustion threatened to pull Graydown to his knees. He struggled to keep his body standing, his hands rough andhis knuckles swollen. His heart pounding in his ears, his cuts and bruisesthrobbing. Before him stood his enemy: wild hair; familiar, angry eyes; jawtaught. Her stance was untamed—unfocused. Whatdid they do to you? He tasted blood in his mouth, tried to steady hisbreathing.

           “Juvia…”

           “Shut up!” Her hands clenched into fists, her pretty face twisted withrage. What did they do to you? Hecould see her smile in his mind’s eye. How long had it been since he’d lastseen it? I miss you… I miss you…

           “How can I bring you back… home…safe?”He whispered, “Please, I don’t want to hurt you.”

           “Juvia said, shut up! You don’t knowJuvia! You don’t understand Juvia!”

           “I did!” Gray said, desperately clinging to one final hope. I can bring her back, if I just… If I canonly make her remember… “I knew you… as best as I dared, I think. And you… you knew me better than anyone else.”

           A smile touched Juvia’s lips, but itwas unfamiliar. Her eyes were still clouded with maniacal emotion. “Yes,” shenodded, taking several steps forward, her hands engulfed with water. “Juvia knows you, Gray. You are Juvia’s hated enemy. Juvia knows you very well. Juvia knows your weakness,and with them Juvia will destroy you.”She burst into a sprint, running straight for him, laughing. I can’t move. If I move I’ll collapse. Maybeit was better this way.

           It’sgoing to be okay, Juvia. He could see her, just beyond the shadow that thedark guild had poisoned her with. She was there, somewhere. I know you’ll be okay. They’ll take care ofyou at the guild. He reached out, as she came colliding into him, grabbingher shoulders. And as her water blade sliced through his side he kissed her.

           They fell backwards to the ground,Gray coughing on blood. Juvia, spluttering, gasping trying to pull herself offof him—but when they landed with a thud against packed dirt—her hair wild, Grayshivering… she froze, staring down at him—her eyes wide. They were bothbreathing heavily. Gray could feel blood soaking into the clothes at his side, forthe first time in a long time he felt cold.

           “W-why…” Juvia’s hands were shaking,pressed against the ground on either side of his head. Her eyes were full oftears. “Why does J-Juvia… feel….?” She let out a choking gasp, “Juvia hates you!”

           “No,” Gray whispered, “No, you don’t.”

           Juvia closed her eyes, tears rollingdown her cheeks. “Juvia… Juvia…!” She sat up, and leaned over Gray’s wound,pressing her hands against his side—trying to stop the blood.

           “Juvia, it’s okay,” he said, “I camehere to bring you back home. The others… they’ll finish for me.”

           “H-home?”

           “The guild,” Gray smiled.

           “N-no,” Juvia shook her head. Don’t cry, Juvia. “No, Juvia’s home iswith you.” What? Gray froze, eyes wide. “J-Juvia remembers.”

           Isthis a dream? He had long waited for this moment, but he hadn’t imagined itwould take him getting killed for her to remember everything. What the darkguild did to her—tearing her apart, stealing her memories… was it that easilyremedied?

           “Juvia is going to save you. Andthen we can go home together. Juvia is going to save you.” Gray closed his eyes,breathing was growing more and more difficult. It’s okay, Juvia. To know you’re safe, that makes it alright. Everything…is going to be… okay…

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[cosmosfated]

Family Vacation, 2.

@cosmosfated:

He's been nervous all through dinner.

Fleur really went the distance with this. No return payment either? Gods that's frightening. Maybe he's the one who's betting on yes. ...wait so that'd imply others are betting no. Damn it he's making himself want to bail on this. Augh but he can't let it go to waste... This is the best moment to do it, he has to at least get the courage to do so... Where is advice from Cayden when you need it? Aughhh!!!

He manages his usual smile as he leans back in his seat. "So are you enjoying the restaurant?" This place is reminiscent of the old days, where restaurants took the sea in stride and made it a focal point of their trade. It's beauty and it's mystery, it's grace and it's chaos. Truly this is why the sea was cleaned and left alone, back home. None would challenge fate in such a direct manner. "There's a lovely view of the sea on a balcony over there. The sunset from here is wonderful."

@blondctraincr:

Surprised Syph quite a bit with the fact her outfit of choice seem to fit with the restaurant's theme.

She'd been enjoying the dinner so much so, as well as the scenery around them. It was so beautiful that, in her mind, it just didn't seem to be real. But they were enjoying the meal before them, and even more so the excellent service they've been provided. Oh she knew that this was a reservation but, whether it was Doc that set it up or not, she didn't know. She glanced up towards him with a smile and a nod, giggling even," Mhm, its so beautiful here, and the food is amazing!"

She perked up though with the mention of a balcony, wanting to get up and see it for herself. "Shall we then? I want to see!"

Doc was too taken by the sight of his long time girlfriend to even recognize how delicious the food was. And it was truly delicious, he just couldn't focus. His mind was racing with how to ask, what to do, if he couls be suave. He feels like that twenty six year old Arcanist he was when he first proposed, clumsy and tripping over his words, fumbling to collect himself and be cooler than he is.

He nods and smiles a little brighter, standing up so that he can offer his arm to her. Ever the gentleman. "I think you'll truly love it, kekasihku." And with that he leads her to the balcony in question.

It is a gorgeous sight to behold. The Orange Islands have always been something of a gift from the gods, though they were called something else in their old world, their HOME timeline. Words could not put to imagination of how sensational the blends of pinks and reds and golds and oranges give everything such a warm hue. It's only early spring but by gods if it isn't quite the lovely time of year. The sea is reflecting the sunset's hues as the red moonlight is refracting off the water's surface. If only everybody could see what they see. Truly a memory to behold. But his eyes are on Syphoria when he speaks, now. "I told you that the sight is something extraordinary."

She finished up her drink a moment before she got up from her chair, taking his offered arm to wrap her own around it. She had high hopes for this lovely view that he spoke of but, now seeing it herself....she was practically blown away.

Her mismatched eyes widened in true awe at the scene laid out in front of them and the lovely colors of the sunset reflecting off of the waters, truly a sight that she'd never get tired of. In a way, she almost wanted to cry with how gorgeous it was. Truly, he wasn't kidding about it. "It is..you weren't kidding at all." Even the colors of the sunset seem to radiate off of the both of them and the light brought a soft, warm shine to her hair and eyes, a trickle of prussian blue being seen. Her heart, her SOUL, definitely was enjoying it.

"I could look at this all day.."

His free hand reaches into the pocket of his jacket, finely pressed and matching her dress by accident (or luck?). He knows it's there, hyperaware of its existence currently, but he's worried that things won't... go the way he hopes. He's never been great at the whole, commitment thing. He's been trying! He's only ever been committed to his studies and his work before as much as he has been to Syphoria since they started dating.

He glances up towards the moon and smiles. A red moon to reflect a blue tide and a gentle lover's night. B'aww. His goddess IS shipping them. Brat. He chuckles and looks back down at his beloved.

"Kekasihku?"

Her eyes stared up at the sky and all the wonderful colors, blinking curiously towards the moon. It sure was a nice shade of red, to go along with the sunset. Syph was always so fond of watching the sunrise and sunset, but her favorite definitely had to be the sunset.

"Hm?" Syph blinked and turned her attention upward towards her boyfriend, tilting her head with a curious glance. The blue within her eyes were still there and seemed to shadow her normal hues, only for the color and magic to vanish. "Yes, Myūjishan?"

Ooookay. Okay. FUCK. OKAY! Calm down you moron the worst she can say is no. ... I feel like a highschool boy on White Day. Fuck!

He lets go of her arm and reaches into his pocket. He swears she could hear his Soul racing in his chest. "We've known each other for quite some time now, and that time has been... the best of my life. You've shown me so many wonderful things, and taught me more about both what I already thought I knew and what I never thought existed. You've helped me through so much and brought such a wonderful light to my life."

He takes out the ring box and gets down on one knee. He opens up the box to reveal a ring that looks simple yet more elegant than anything you'd see at a jeweler's. It's a band decorated with petrified wood, a showing of the element of earth and a symbol of grounding, and a centerpiece of orange sapphire, a testament to her optimism and friendliness as a person.

"Syphoria Elm, will you marry me?"

Syph had no idea what Doc had been planning, only knowing that he had this reservation done for them to have a nice, quiet dinner together. She hadn't expected this at all....

She should of noticed the signs, the reservation, the dinner, all of it. She should of seen it coming, having been through it once before already. So this completely caught her out of left field. She swore that she heard her heart thumping within her ears as it was a reminder long ago of someone else doing the same, and yet.....it didn't compare to this. This was Doc though, Garamond, the one that she had spent so much time with and could never see herself without. Just thinking on how close she almost forgot about him made her heart ache.

Her eyes now radiated with the colorful hues of her SOUL and she wasn't sure what to say, still struck in a state of shock from this. At first, her silence seemed to be a bad sign, however, her smile only grew, a hand covering her mouth while tears formed in her eyes.

Suffice to say, her SOUL practically spoke for her.

"...Yes......yes I will."

He couldn't deny the anxiety, the worry that maybe he took it too far. Maybe it was too fast. They'd know each other only two years now, maybe that wasn't enough time for her... He knows that she was hurt before so maybe....

That worry disappears when she says yes.

He hasn't felt this happy in ages. It feels like forever, since he was this truly happy for the way his life is going.

He slips the ring onto her ring finger, and slowly stands up, eyes adoring. "You've made me the luckiest, happiest man in the world." Something he punctuates with a kiss.

She watched as he slipped the ring onto her finger and how natural it felt there as well. This was it, her time to move on, and enjoy the rest of her life with the man she loved. She didn't care if he was a monster, human, or anything outer worldly, this was Doc, the one she loved.

She gazed up with that bright smile and the tears still in her eyes, but she looked so happy about it all. It felt so natural just to say yes.

"And you make me the happiest woman..." She tried not to cry but, instead, was happy to welcome the distracting kiss, kissing him back and even wrapping her arms tightly around him. The planning, the vacation and everything, now she could see it all led up to this.

And for once, she didn't mind it one bit..

He pulls away from the kiss and finds himself grinning like a fool. Tears in his eyes and yet he couldn't feel more overjoyed. He settles his arms around her waist and picks her up, twirling around with her in his arms.

He sets her down and laughs, a deep rich and true laugh that doesn't come out often but has become a bit more than before. "Sami is going to be all too thrilled about this."

She was giggling and just as delighted as he was, arms wrapped around his neck as he twirled around. Maybe it was a sign of luck that the both of them seem to match, and the onlooking of the staff were thrilled to bits of the news.

"Oh she sure will be, and Pixie too." Syph loved hearing his laugh and, she too joined in, nearly bouncing about in her step. She'll have some calls to make later to tell of the news.

".....I love you, Doc..."

The staff, well they already knew. When Fleur was making the reservation, they know him well enough from taking Katie here several times before that they can hear a romantic dinner before much else is spoken. Fleur has a way with tone that gives away more than his words do, curse or boon. Plus they love setting up engagement dinners! It's always heartwarming to see the good ones pan out.

"And I love you, Syphoria." He leans his forehead against hers, expression nothing short of absolutely moonstruck. "Nothing in this world or any other is going to change that."

"Nothing at all.." She agreed.

Syphoria was smiling from ear to ear, delighted of the surprise and now proclaiming him as her fiance, of all things. Her SOUL was brimming bright with energy, more so than it had from just arriving here in the islands. Though she glanced up again, bemused.

"...So how long you've been planning this mister? We have quite a few folks to tell the news to." Can't leave out Licifo or Cayden in this. No siree.

He laughs nervously, one hand moving to the back of his neck. "Three months?" He's had this in mind since before he got the ring but that's when he decided to go to this length, yes.

He huffs out a bit of chortling. "Some were expecting it a while ago, you know."

"Something tells me that's the case." She mused. Oh how curious she was of who, but then again, probably wouldn't be too difficult to guess. Still, telling others could wait. After all, they're still on vacation!

She's smiling all the while and leans upward, just to place another kiss to his lips. "Looks like we have a whole world to explore love....together."

His smile softens again as he takes her left hand, and kisses the back of it. "Together."

[futureofdestiel]

What about me?

Summary:

“Rick watched, shocked, as both of her arms flew out in front of her, and she threw all of her weight into shoving Daryl to the ground.” ——————————————————————-

Seriously?” Carol thought to herself as she left Aaron’s house and walked down the block in Alexandria. “He thought no one would notice? He’s got to be kidding.” With every step towards her house, she moved further away from being incredulous and slid further into anger.

“Where is he?” Carol snapped at Michonne, who was sitting on the porch of the house that she, Carol, Daryl and Rick’s family shared. The samurai was reading a book, and barely looked up as she pointed over her shoulder towards the side street where the garage was attached to their house.

She knew exactly who Carol was referring to, even without the luxury of a name, and she raised an eyebrow as Carol hurried around the corner of the house. She smirked, wondering what Daryl had done to piss her friend off. The flare of Carol’s nostrils and the tone of her voice told Michonne it was something big.

As she walked around the house, Carol saw Daryl squatting beside his motorcycle at the curb, tinkering with the engine. Rick was standing close by, and Carol could tell by Rick’s posture, hands on his hips, that they were discussing “business”- Supply runs, security or recruiting. Carol did not care in the least that she would be interrupting.

“Excuse me, Rick,” Carol apologized as she charged into the four feet of space between him and Daryl. Rick watched, shocked, as both of her arms flew out in front of her, and she threw all of her weight into shoving Daryl to the ground.

Daryl, surprised by the attack, didn’t even have time to reach out and break his fall. He lay exactly as he had been squatting, on his side, on the ground.

“What about me!?” Carol barked at him as she bent over him. She poked him roughly in the arm with the fingers of one hand, emphasizing each word.

“What the hell, Carol?” Daryl looked up at her with a look of both shock and amusement. What the hell was she talking about?

Rick watched with fascination, as his stupid, stupid brother smirked at Carol. Uh oh. He was sure that any second he would see steam coming out of her ears. Everyone knew rule number one in the man code manual stated, Thou shall NEVER, EVER laugh at a woman when she is angry. He backed himself down the sidewalk several steps before he turned and high tailed it towards the front of the house, knowing he didn’t want to be present for what might ensue.

When Daryl’s smirk registered with Carol, she dropped her weight onto him, straddling his hip. One hand flashed out and she gripped his cheeks between her fingers, smooshing the grin right off his face. Then she pinched his side with her free hand. Just because.

Daryl looked like a fish, she realized. A startled fish. It would have been amusing, really, if she wasn’t so angry.

Carol would never truly try to hurt him. They both knew it. Daryl was surprised at her fervor, though. He would simply let her play this out until she was ready to talk about whatever was aggravating her. He was getting a kick out of sassy Carol. He wouldn’t dare smirk at her again, though. Her pinch hurt.

“Oo wanna tell mw but bis is oll abvt?” he tried to ask her.

He looked so fucking cute in his attempt to speak, she could have throttled him. She squeezed his cheeks together harder, instead.

“Bvjesus!” Daryl grunted in discomfort, grabbing her hands and pulling them off his face.

“Aughhh!” Carol gave a guttural yell of frustration and slapped his hands away. She pushed the palms of both of her hands into his face, kneading it like play doh, just to make the point that she could put her hands on his face if she wanted to, whether he liked it or not. Daryl slapped her hands away this time.

“What. About. Me?!” Carol yelled at him. Her own intensity seemed to startle her and she sat back, removing her hands from his face.

Daryl watched her, perplexed, her chest suddenly heaving as she sucked in a staccato breath.

Her lip quivered.

A single tear trailed down her cheek as she stared at him.

He waited. He knew she was close. He shifted onto his back on the ground, so that she was sitting on his stomach, making it easier to look her in the eye. It killed him to see her cry, more so because it seemed he was the cause. He wanted to comfort her, but he knew her well enough to know she wasn’t ready yet, so he put a hand on each of her hips and waited.

Carol reached out with one finger and played with one of the buttons on the chest of his sleeveless shirt, while she pulled her thoughts together.

“Aaron told me what you did,” she finally spoke, “and I know why you did it.”

Ugh. Aaron had a big mouth. Daryl knew exactly what she was talking about. It was the fact that he was going to sacrifice himself in the Wolves’ trap, drawing away walkers, so that Aaron would have a chance to save himself. He gave her the smallest of nods, and then had to look away from her intense gaze. She knew him so well.

Carol knew he was willing to sacrifice himself because he felt Aaron’s life had more value than his own. It broke her heart.

“You can’t see it, can you?” she asked him. “You can’t see how important you are to this group. None of us would have survived all this time without you, Daryl! You provided our whole family with food when we would have starved. Judith wouldn’t be here without your formula run. Sasha and Glenn would have died if you hadn’t made the run to the veterinary college. Rick told me how he would have been bitten during the Governor’s first attack on the prison if it wasn’t for one of your bolts killing the walker attacking him!”

She reached out and cupped his cheek, turning his head so he met her eyes again. “And you do it all without asking for anything in return.”

“You are so, so good,” she told him as she patted his heart with her hand. “And you can’t even see it.” She let out a little sob at the thought.

Daryl shrugged his shoulders as he looked at her. She could see the struggle in his eyes as he tried to believe her.

“But Aaron has Eric…” he started, as if it was a reason to shrug off everything she’d just said. As if Aaron’s relationship justified his sacrifice.

Carol shook her head in exasperation and grabbed his face with one hand again, squeezing his cheeks more gently, in frustration, as she had before. “Oh, my god, Daryl Dixon! You are so dense!” She let go of his face and fell forward so they were chest to chest, nose to nose.

“What about me?” she breathed against his lips. He stared at her for several seconds, and suddenly a look of understanding and then wonder crossed his face.

“Yeah?” he marveled.

“Yeah.” She smiled.