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starryinkart · 6 months

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Hey so a bit of a possible crack theory:

So in the show, we’ve gotten three solver colors already, Red, which stands for Doll, Purple which stands for Uzi/Nori, Yellow which stands for the solver/CYN. But here’s something ALOT of people seemed to miss. After you rewatch the Season 1 trailer, you realize:

There’s a blue solver, most likely a blue solver holder. Hidden right before the infamous yellow of the solver we’ve come to know in the show.

If you watch the trailer, you also notice something else. Right before this symbol quickly shows up, we have a dialogue from N, running away from Uzi from the scene at the end of episode 2 and then him sitting in front of V being sad. But if you listen to that dialogue:

He says “We can’t be around the workers anymore V, we’re too dangerous…”

He eventually begins to hang around them again, but to me this line with the imagery is super important. We know from the most recent episode 7/8 teaser that N is the actual leader of the squad, most likely the strongest and most likely protected by CYN with her admin right before she was completely lost by the solver.

Through out the show, we see him confused at his own power at points, like in episode 4 when he shoots the arrow through another and catches them on fire, cracking the arrow board, proceeding to say:

“Did I do that?” All confused.

N obviously doesn’t know how powerful he is at all, but what if and hear me out, it’s not ONLY because he’s a Disassembly Drone?

We know that CYN blocked the solver from having access to him, V and J to most likely protect them from the fate the solver has for drones who are infected. She didn’t want the same thing happening to N, her brother, who she loved and his friends which he cared about and most likely she cared about before she was taken over completely.

But now, Uzi has unblocked them from being protected from the CYNs admin, which was presumably protecting the squad from the affects of possibly getting the solver, (under the assumption CYN was bad in general) by becoming their administrator. If Uzi is their admin, and she gets taken over by the solver in general, that means that her admin code basically becomes useless to protecting N and the others from being infected too. And remember Tessa found them in the dump and repaired them as well, like CYN so they have a high chance of contracting the solver since they were also disposed of incorrectly.

So here comes the point of this picture that was released as a teaser yesterday:

It’s N, looking down, whether at something or just on the verge of having a breakdown and losing it we are uncertain, but from the posture, the balled fists, he does NOT look okay at all.

The first thing yours eyes are drawn to are the building split in half in front of him, the exoplanets in the sky and N. But, on a more closer look, you see two things:

1. The snow flakes on the bottom left have a ominous blue tint to them, which should only happen if blue light is reflecting off of them…

2. If you didn’t notice on the first look, N has the same blue light, coming from right in front of him. Perhaps maybe the same color as this blue solver symbol we have yet to see with some weird lines and curves jutting out from the sides…

At first, I thought Khan would be the blue solver holder at the beginning of the series, being a surprise twist for him to have activated in him he was so afraid of due to him possibly seeing it with his wife Nori. Honestly while that would’ve been cool, episode 5 debunked this possibility, since Khan was flung out of the room by Doll when she was attempting to get the cyber bug from Uzi. Solver owners can’t effect other solver holders as proven from the series, it can only use items around them to throw or hurt them.

We haven’t seen N be affect by the solver once in the present time or in the flashback of episode 5.

Now I do know the merch video came out today, but it was stated in the video that

1. “It was totally not canonical to the series what so ever” which I HIGHLY doubt. Most of the merch and videos we have seen have been canon and it seems as though the characters have been pulled aside between episodes to “film” these fourth wall breaks.

2. The fact that the title of the video “N’s Final Form” and the thumbnail are most likely not just a joke. Notice his acrylic stand teaser from V’s acrylic stand released recently:

When I first saw this, it looked SUPER weird. Me and my significant other said it looked like N and we thought the two things in the foreground of his body were his wings, meaning he was looking away from the viewer of the stand.

But then we looked closer and I started looking at my King Solver N design you can find in the murder drones link in my FAQ and we drew a more accurate picture of what we were seeing. N was not looking away from the viewer, all the characters are looking at us, and it would be weird to have N be different. So this is what we came up with:

W stands for his wings, T stands for where his tail is, L stands for his legs, F stands for his face and H stands for his hands.

His hands look a-little weird don’t they?

Remember this:

It was mentioned some where on Tumblr that this looks similar to the cocoon that Uzi broke out of in Episode 4 when she transformed into her solver form only N is being dragged in. This is obviously a biomechanical phenomenon of the solver. But why is he being dragged in?

To have his “final transformation” , a “final form” you may say?

The only thing is, after Uzis transformation, is when the solver really started to gain power over her, taking control of her as seen in Episode 4 and recently in Episode 6. As soon as she became biomechanical, the solver gained more control over her.

(Edit: sO this cocoon theory was wrong, but his emotions can still spill over and cause this!!! So its not fully wrong yet!)

Now think of the scene above and what happened to Uzi in Episode 4, but with N. N gets dragged into this cocoon, fighting but not able to escape, while Uzi is fighting inside her mind with the real solver, posing as CYN in the mansion as Uzi is trying not to lose her mind. While she’s stuck, N has his transformation, now not able to be protected by CYNs administration since Uzi is now the administrator of him and V, so he undergoes the transition, the solver not having much to fight against converting him to a biomechanical creature like Uzi. This gives it more power over N, and gives it a chance to take advantage of the situation to bury itself into N’s code, making his solver string: true. Now N has the same thing inside him that has possibly taken everything from him.

After this, he either gets possessed fully and goes on a rampage or the possession is slow, painful after he manages to escape the cocoon and get to the surface. Either by this point Uzi is still fighting in her head and N thinks she’s fully gone or dead OR she has successfully fought the solver and is looking for N. All his repressed emotions, everything that has happened, everything he’s lost…it’s all become too much. He snaps, lashing out on whatever is in front of him, this being the building we see in half in the teaser from yesterday. Before he can stop himself, he angrily swings toward the building, but instead of a sword, his gun or his claws coming out, there is this fleshy, gross growth that emerges, a blue solver symbol appearing in front of him and shooting towards the building, snapping it in half like a toothpick.

There is a moment of either him stopping in pure panic due to this OR his panic, sadness and fear turns into full on anger, him not able to repress anything anymore, taking a turn into a full on uncontrollable breakdown. The reason he had to repress his emotions for all this time, for fear of lashing out and hurting the ones he cares for. But now, as far as he knows, no one is left to care for. After all in the merch teaser today Uzi said really sarcastically:

“You’re meant to be better than us! Don’t become swallowed by the darkness/animal based merchandise (murders) like I have!”

And

“HIS EMOTIONS… CAN NOT BE CONTAINED!”

(which can be very much true)

This could end in either him being used by the solver as a host or Uzi coming back to help him and in turn as he said in the teaser:

“Okay I’m back! I’m better and it’s even deeper down now….haha! “ (basically his repressed emotions being repressed further for an even worst breakdown in a season 2)

That’s one turn it could take, but another could he that when he stops from pure panic due to what he’s become, similar to Uzi, and in the merch trailer today, and realizes he can use his newfound powers to save the ones he loves that are either left alive or find another way to fix what has happened.

(Someone mentioned on here that N’s solver powers could be similar to Time-travel to places he’s been to in the past, (like Dolls in teleportation to only places she has seen and Uzi doesn’t really have one yet, she’s not that far along in development of her solver) to go back and correct what mistakes he has made, fixing the timeline and THAT would be super cool if he does think he has lost everything or really has. If it ever find it on here again, I will tag it.)

Sorry this was SO LONG, but basically, N will have the blue solver due to the final two episodes and he will get a transformation like Uzis, having him grasp the thing that has basically ruined his life several times over being apart of him now, having to use it to save his loved ones. All the while not having a mental breakdown or angry blowup and losing control of his powers. So basically affecting the story and his choices greatly.

#murder drones #I spent an hour typing this #at a soccer game #it’s okay if this isn’t true #when the episode releases #but it’s all good #ALSO I GOT the Uzi sweater #and N pin #I’m getting the rest of the merch #and the N doggo #murder drones theory #sorry if this makes no sense #it’s a rant #starryrants!#starrywrites!

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satorubi · 1 year

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𝟒𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄 — ft. geto suguru

· ₊ ⊹ synopsis — geto loses his virginity.

「❀」 word count ! : 2.7k

「❀」 pairing : geto x fem! reader

「❀」 content warning ! : minors do not interact, virgin killer! reader, soft dom geto, reader instructs geto :p, sort of whiny geto, pussy whipped geto, cowgirl, missionary, slight choking, blowjob, protected sex.

「❀」 author’s note ! : oh my god i’m so so excited to share this. i haven’t written anything for my bby in so long, excuse any mistakes, this hasn’t been beta read. i thought of this randomly after listening to subby asmr yes i did. so so sorry ab the ending, ik it’s rushed, but i needed to finish this </3 special thank you to @venusflytrapstar for helping my tiny writers block. ur a gem.

the majority of geto's evening seemed to be going well. your and geto’s anniversary was a success after a beautiful meal at your preferred restaurant—his treat—and a romantic stargaze in the hill where your first date occurred.

well, that is, up until the two of you made it back home.

without saying anything, you had left the room and entered the bedroom. he trails you in confusion, a twinge of anxiety in his stomach. he’d considered whether he might have upset you in some way, but as soon as he opened the door, a much more exciting surprise greeted him.

his girlfriend—you— naked.

“you look.. fucking beautiful.”

you lift your hands up to your chest, kneading your breasts in your palms as you eye his every move. geto doesn’t take his eyes off of you, his piercing gaze never leaving your own as you part your lips to speak, “and you look nervous. am i making you nervous, geto?”

he swallows, “a little bit, yeah.” he laughed, masking the cracking pitch of his voice, before losing himself in thought. you were aware that he was a virgin. you knew of it months before you started dating. it’s not that he didn't want to—you were absolutely gorgeous—but he was afraid of looking like an idiot. he didn't want you to think of him as an immature, inexperienced loser.

but to him, that’s exactly what he was.

“why’re you nervous? scared you’ll cum too quick?”

well, that was one of the things on the list.

“very funny,” he utters. getting up from your position, you inch your way toward geto, pressing your bare chest against his clothed one. geto couldn’t hold back the sudden arousal sitting in his pants. his cock was practically petting your thigh, and it gave him goosebumps.

“you’re so hard. i can feel it.”

untying the draw strings of his sweatpants, you reach a hand into his boxers, rubbing and cupping his balls in your palms— heavy, “they’re so full, baby. why don’t we fix that, hm?” your question got lost in translation the minute you began to lower down onto your knees. as your skin hits the cool, wooden floor, you kiss him through his boxers. the gray fabric felt soft on your lips, but geto’s hard on simply ruined that.

geto had already reached his peak when you eventually stopped teasing him, leaving you with a stiff cock in your hand. he was big and quite girthy. pretty. his length was further defined by veins that protruded from the base all the way to the skin before his tip. geto was shuddering in your grasp, and although he was trying to shield it, you read right through him.

“god, baby. you’re so handsome like this. i should've done this a long time ago, don’t you think?” your teasing antics seemed to be successful. each syllable you spoke was accompanied by a little groan for the man above you. he had his arms resting beside him with his fist bawled in what looked like anticipation. he was waiting for you to make some sort of movement, but you wanted to take it slow tonight.

“yn, do something please,” he whines we’re humoring you. you begin to pump him at a slow pace. the pre-cum beginning to leak from his tip made the process all the more smoother, the self made lubricant giving you a boost.

“something like what? you have to use your words, geto.”

geto could almost roll his eyes at your games but he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t making him fall apart. you hadn’t even stuck it in your mouth yet and he wondered how difficult it’ll be when he finally gets the chance to cram you full of him. call him a creep, but he always pondered about what it would feel like— your walls, gripping and pulling on him as you cry out his name for more, your tits bouncing with every thrust, and your body reacting to the pressure of an orgasm that he brought you too.

perfect, it would be perfect.

“in your mouth..” he finally answers. it was only a matter of time before your mouth met the tip of his cock, starting off with a slow lick to the slit. you then move to the base, kissing the skin near his shaft and moaning while doing so. geto didn’t know this, but you were getting more pleasure out of this than he was. you just couldn’t wait to see the look in his eyes when he empties himself in your mouth. and hey, depending on the playful mood you’re in, you might even tease him some more.

“you’re so pretty. so, so fuckin’ pretty.”

sappy. typical geto.

you suck on his cock as if it’s a pacifier, placing your hands on his thighs as you bob your head back and forth. the suckling sounds and your grip had geto stumbling back a bit, his hand finding the wall as he leaned back to watch you work your magic. he was as hard as a brick and your enthusiasm about it all wasn’t helping his case.

“wait, wait, wait, baby- fuck!”

you didn’t wait, you just kept going— and now, at a faster pace. you were gawking around him, your throat closing and then opening right back up again. it made everything worse when you made eye contact with him. geto was already in love, but this? this was heaven— his heaven.

“stop looking at me like that,” he mumbles, “i’ll cum soon-“

you release him to catch your breath and share a few words, “that’s the goal, baby. can you be a good boy and cum ‘f me,” you ask, swallowing him once again. as your throat grew accustomed to expanding and shutting around him, it became easier to take in more of him. with tears threatening to spill from your eye sockets, you squeezed your thumbs and did your best to get as much of him into your mouth as you could.

tiny crescent marks tainted your palms and the waterworks were rolling. geto hadn’t said a full sentence in a minute, making your eyes open to shoot him a glance.

and god, was he beautiful.

he hadn’t even gotten the chance to slip inside and he was already so sensitive. his eyebrows were furrowed, his bottom lip was sandwhiched in between his teeth, and his eyes had fallen just enough to look directly into yours. he hadn’t even realized how out of it he was.

you pull your mouth away from him to resume pumping him like earlier. with a drool covered mouth, you smile and politely say, “c’mon suguru, i know you wanna’ let it go.”

“fuck, fuuck! i do, i do. please make me cum, yn- shit!”

begging. it was exactly what you wanted to hear, and now that you’d achieved your goal, it was only right for your good boy to be rewarded, “yeah? i know you do. i can see it all over your pretty face. you’re so cute when you’re needy,” you giggle.

just then, geto started to fuck into your hand, desperate to finally unravel everything he’d composed. deciding to let him have this one, you allow him to ride out his orgasm. you’d done quite enough, and seeing him this way was much, much more entertaining.

“i’m cumming, i’m cumming. fuuuck me- yes!”

you yearned to hear more of the groans coming from his mouth. when his cries finally subsided, you rose from your knees and walked him over to the bed.

now, this was both nerve-wracking and exciting. geto didn’t really have a clue what to do other than the basics; move your hips and keep your rhythm. yes, he’d watched porn before, but those were never true to life. the actors were primarily simply doing what they do best, which is acting. all of it was a scam. the only knowledge to be attained was how to do everything incorrectly.

“i don’t know how to do this,” he blurts out, catching your attention before you could make any further movements, “i really like you- love you, actually. i don’t wanna’ fuck this shit up, y’know?”

you smile, sensitive eyes blinking up at him, “you won’t, trust me. you have an excellent teacher,” you smirk and take your place on the mattress. he was angsty, but he trusted you, and he wouldn’t do anything he wasn’t comfortable with— you wouldn’t allow him to.

he suddenly feels your cool hands cover his cock with a condom. he would’ve surely appreciated a fair warning before hand, because the same rush he felt earlier had returned and so did his boner. “can you take your shirt off for me?” you ask, patting the mattress for him to take a seat soon after. “i don’t want you to do all the work,” he whines, joking you and resting his head against your pink pillow.

“it’s your first time. it’s okay to be a pillow princess.”

“take that back, for real.”

after sharing a laugh, the time finally comes. your pink acrylics wrap around geto’s cock and you feel him flinch at your touch. your hands were still cold, but your pussy would be warming him up soon.

“fuck, geto. look at you, fitting right in, baby.”

putting him inside wasn't difficult, but keeping him inside would surely be challenging. despite how much of a godsend it was, you were just so wet. it was just so sexy seeing him in this position. surely you enjoyed being tossed around occasionally, but controlling a man's orgasm had a distinct quality to it.

“shit, princess.” geto’s hands hold on to your hips as you slowly begin to glide up and down his cock. you started with just the tip first, getting him used to your walls. you were trying your best not to squeeze him too hard, but it was difficult not to.

although it was just the tip, it was driving you absolutely crazy, “how do i feel, suguru?” you ask, hands grazing his chest and shoulders as you gradually accept more of him inside of you. your tits we’re hanging so prettily in his face, nipples harder than ever. the urge to shove one in his mouth came over you quickly but was soon suppressed. you wanted him to make progress on his own.

“so good. s-so motherfuckin’ good,” he groans and it was almost like he read your mind. to your surprise, geto latches his mouth on to one of your breasts. his tongue swirled around your nipple as he sucked and tugged on it like it was his last meal.

and he couldn’t show favorites.

moving his hands from your hips, he cups your tits and his hands and kneads either. sucking on one while massaging the other, “keep going,” he utters, letting go to take a breath, “keep fuckin’ me, just like that.”

that caused you to show out now, your hips rotating in circles as you threw your ass back— now slamming you down onto him a bit harder, “just like this?”

“yes, baby- fuck!” he closes his eyes and wraps his arms around your waist. kisses are placed on your neck and chest before geto quickly buries his head between your tits. his man-bun was starting to fall apart, and so was he. you start to feel geto pulse inside of you and you knew he’d be cumming soon.

“you wanna’ cum? hm? it’s okay, suguru. i know i’m making you feel so good. it’s alright to let go.”

only then did he start to thrust upward to mirror the motion of your hips. his cock was now hitting the sweet spot much more quickly thanks to your power and his combined, “i wanna’ cum, pretty girl. please make me c-cum,” he chants several pleas as he slams your hips down onto his lap. he was more than just needy, he was desperate.

he was so close and you were bouncing on his cock like it was life or death. it became impossible for him to hold back from the buildup. geto hardly gave you a chance to speak before taking the plunge to pin you down. he needed to fuck you, and he was completely bottoming out. while he was shifting positions, he was too greedy to stop. you could still feel him pushing into your cunt even while in the process of laying you against the sheets.

“suguru- baby, you were so close-“

it was his first time and all, and maybe pleasuring him for the night was your goal, but he couldn’t help himself. you looked too good, and you felt even better. you’d already given him an enormous about of pleasure, now it was your turn.

“just let me fuck you, baby. i promise i’ll give it to you right, please open up ‘f me.”

you didn’t know where the wave of confidence came from, but you definitely didn’t hate it. his sensual, yet assertive manner had you ready to submit already, “if you need any help i’ll be right here to- oh fuck!”

your words were abruptly cut short when geto sent you a hard stroke. it was like he already knew exactly where to poke at, “shit, baby. wrappin’ around me like a glove,” he states, keeping a steady eye on your facial expressions.

your expressions were creased with both pleasure and anguish. geto gave you strong, prolonged thrusts that caused the mattress beneath you to squeak, as if forgetting how enormous he was already. your entire body was rocking at the same rhythm of the your skin slapping against one another’s.

“s-suguru, ‘s so deep..inside m-me,” you stutter, lifting your head to look at him continuously fuck you dumb. he was chasing his orgasm and yours, hoping to be able to finish with your cream coating his dick till you had nothing left to give.

“you’re such a sweetheart, aren’t you? letting me fuck you like this to get myself off, but you wanna’ cum too, don’t you?”

you could do nothing more than nod in agreement while biting your bottom lip. by watching his cock move in and out of you, you were nearly put into a trance. more of your essence spilled onto him with each retraction he made.

“‘m gonna’ cum, suguru. i love you- love your dick s-so much.” slurring your speech made it seem as though geto was performing much better than he believed he was. with his hand raised to your neck and a light pressure applied to the side near your ear, geto, whose orgasm was trailing closely behind your own, was making eye contact with you.

he could feel your small hand hold on to his wrist for support. he was fucking you enough to make your eyes cross, whimpers broken just enough to arouse him some more, “m’ cumming, daddy. ‘m cumming-fuck! yess, ooh!”

he spilled everything he had into the condom after hearing the nickname, which was more than enough for him. the warm liquids could still be felt in your stomach even though he wasn't precisely filling you.

“fuuuck, yn. i fuckin’ love you. so much, pretty girl, so much.” hurrying his head into your shoulder, he continues to fuck you until you’re ready to cum again.

and you do.

you felt completely drained, not only from the hard work from earlier, but from geto’s cock basically wringing out all of the cum you could produce. geto pulled out and left a smile on your face, “not too bad for a virgin, huh?”

you smile, “not too bad. not too bad at all.

©️ SUUNMIC 2023

tags : @venusflytrapstar @hiraizens @ryujnn @takemichiluvr

#𓂅 🏹 saturn’s novels ☁️#geto x reader #geto x female reader #geto x fem! reader #geto smut #jjk smut #— jjk <33 #jjk x reader #jjk x fem!reader

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harrypoppinss · 1 year

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Prompt list

Masterlist here

💘𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜:

‘I’m glad you decided to meet up with me.’

‘I love hearing your voice.’

‘You’re my favorite person.’

‘You. Me. Friday night.’

‘I’ll trade you a kiss for a hug.’

‘You look so nice in my clothes.’

‘Is there anything I can do for you?’

‘My favorite part of the day is seeing your face.’

‘Was there something you wanted to tell me?’

‘Do you feel any better?’

‘It’s my turn to cook tonight.’

‘What are we forgetting?’

‘I’ve got something to tell you. It’s a secret, so you can’t tell anyone else..’

‘You’re the only person for me.’

‘You smell nice.’

‘Since we met, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.’

‘Can I kiss you? If not, can I hold your hand?’

Person A: ‘Don’t fall asleep!’ Person B: falls asleep.

‘How did you get up here?’

‘Can I come with you?’

‘I promise I won’t tell anyone.’

‘I wish I could spend more time with you.’

‘As if I could forget your birthday..’

‘Before you go, can you stay a little longer?’

‘I love the warmth of your hugs.’

‘I was looking forward to seeing you all week.’

‘My friends say I talk about you all the time.’

‘I have something really important to ask you..’

‘I can’t believe she said yes!’

‘I never knew you felt this way.’

‘Your eyes are so blue.’

‘How come I haven’t seen you around here before?’

🔥𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜:

I missed you so much.”

“Like what you see?”

“I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

“You’re so perfect. And I’m so fucking lucky.”

“Try to stay quiet, understand?”

“We’re in public, you know.”

“I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

“Don’t be so rough. There can’t be any marks.”

“Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.”

“I like it when you say my name like that.”

“I really don’t care. You still look hot and I’m trying not to kiss you senseless right now.”

“Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.”

“No, I’m supposed to be making you feel good.”

“I thought maybe we can do a little more than just kissing.”

“Make me.”

“Stop teasing me so much…”

“You’re in trouble now.”

“Take off your clothes.”

“I’m waiting.”

“You’re so beautiful.”

“As you wish.”

“First one to make a noise loses.”

“You have no idea what you do to me.”

“I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you?”

“Mine.”

“The night’s still young.”

“We can’t do that here!”

“Behave.”

“What did you just say?”

“Come here.”

💧𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜:

“And that makes it okay?”

“Are you afraid to die?”

“What would you do if I didn’t come back?”

“Do you know what it’s like?”

“Hasn’t this addiction done enough damage already?”

“Why are your eyes so red?”

“How do you think this ends?”

“Why would I ever want to be with you?”

“Is that what you think of me?”

“Do you know what a gunshot wound feels like?”

“How am I supposed to go on?”

“Can’t you see how fucked up this is?”

“If I told you I hate you, what would you do?”

“Should you be drinking that much?”

“What if we just crash this car and make it all stop?”

“Do the drugs still get you high?”

“Am I the reason you cry every night?”

“When did you stop loving me?”

“Don’t you think you’ve done enough?”

“How did things go so wrong?”

“When did things fall apart?”

“Which part of me wasn’t enough?”

“How do I make you love me again?”

“How much does it hurt knowing you lost me?”

“We’re you trying to destroy us?”

“How do you want to die?”

“Is the weight of it all finally too heavy?”

“Are you okay with having blood on your hands?”

“How do you sleep at night?”

“Can you still sleep at night?”

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xoxotria · 4 months

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grief | c.sc

pairing: choi seungcheol x fem!reader

tw: mentions of death, depression and cancer

themes: angst, fluff

note: this one really hits close to home as i wrote it knowing the pain it feels to lose a loved one to breast cancer. remember that it’s okay to grieve longer than others. we all heal at our own pace but don’t be afraid to let yourself be comforted by the people around you.

—cheol knew that you were still grieving the loss of your mother. it had been a couple of months since she had passed and slowly the light that used to shine in your eyes had dulled down. he knew you was hurting and it hurt him to see you hurt..

losing someone was never easy, he knew that but it pained him to see you that way. you and your mother had been very close. you lived a four hour drive away from your mother in which made their time together even more precious as you were always a momma’s girl growing up.

her mother’s diagnosis had shaken their family as her mother was always known to be healthy and someone who took care of themselves. she was there through every doctor’s appointment, the surgery itself, the follow up check ups, the radiation treatment—everything. she was there when her mother’s four year battle ended as she died surrounded by loved ones.

cheol had been there when his mother-in-law passed away peacefully ending her painful battle with the disease, whispering promises of taking care of you before he let you whisper your own promises to her before she took her final breath. he had comforted you as he took you in his arms as he reassured your mother was finally at peace and pain-free with the creator.

he took it upon himself to plan and arrange the funeral and let you spend the last few days with your mother before she was buried. you thanked him endlessly for that as you exchanged tearful kisses during the first night after your mother died. he had given you time to process the events, doting on you for everything you needed.

but it had been months and you were not getting better. sleep was a rarity for you and he could see the circles under your eyes darken with every passing day. you had lost so much weight as your appetite decreased.

“baby, please. you have got to eat,” he begged as he lifted a spoonful of your favorite food to your mouth.

“i’m not hungry right now,” you whispered as you leaned on the couch.

“you haven’t ate anything. it’s already past noon! you can’t starve yourself like this i won’t let you.” his eyes softened as he watched your eyes fill with tears.

“your mom wouldn’t want you to do this baby.”

“what do you know? you aren’t the one who lost her mom!” you snapped as your tears rolled down your cheeks.

“that isn’t fair—”

“life isn’t fair! it wasn’t fair when she got diagnosed with stage 3 breast cancer. it wasn’t fair that it went away only for it to reoccur months later. it wasn’t fair when she lost her appetite after rounds of radiation and chemo therapy. it wasn’t fair when she spent days or months in the hospital to get treated only for it not to work and it wasn’t fair that she was in pain for so long! nothing is ever fair, cheol.” you had tried to move on as everyone in your family did but it was so hard—a part of you died along with her when she took her final breath.

you had known she didn’t have much longer in this earth, her doctors told you as much the week leading up to her death. it did not make losing her easier though knowing her end was near. it was the opposite. knowing she was dying and there was nothing you could do to delay or stop it. guilt drowned your heart as you recalled your moments with her from childhood to early adulthood.

“i promised your mom i would take care of you! i know this is a hard time for you baby but you cannot let yourself waste away like this.” he cooed softly bringing you into her arms as he kissed your temple. “your mom would want you to take care of yourself the way you took care of her all those years.”

“i failed her cheol. god—i shoud’ve done more. i didn’t even speak at her funeral…” your chest heaved as you sobbed harder into his chest. his fingers running through your hair as his other hand rubbed your back comfortingly.

“hey, hey, hey…you did not fail her. you did what you could do with the resources you were given. you may not know it but your mom was strong because of you—not just the thought of you but you. she wanted to beat cancer’s ass because she wanted more time with you.” he reassured her as she pulled away sniffling.

she looked adorable despite her puffy red eyes and runny nose. to him, she could be wearing a potato sack and still find something to complement her and praise her for. he was that in love with her.

“you think so?”

“i know so.”

she thought back to the last few months and realized how selfish she had been. she wasn’t the only one grieving—cheol was too. he loved her mother just as much as she did. he drove her to doctor’s appointments and therapy sessions when she had work and couldn’t. he was at her bedside when she had just gotten out of surgery and helped her around the house as her mother recover for a few weeks. he was there through everything at her side never once complaining about being tired.

“i’m so sorry baby.” you had wrapped your arms around him pulling him down on the couch as sniffles escaped him.

“i can’t see you like this, it hurts me. i promised mom i’d take care of you yet you push me away. i only want to be there for you. let me be there for you, please.”

it was rare that he broke down. your heart broke as cheol wrapped his arms around your waist as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. you realized how much you’ve ignored his feelings whilst drowning in your grief.

“i’ve been selfish baby. i should’ve been there for you the way you were for me. fuck—i’m so sorry cheol.” you kiss the side of his head as you mutter apologies to him.

you don’t know how long you two spent crying and whispering to each other on the couch; minutes or hours? you genuinely didn’t feel the time pass until your stomachs grumbled in hunger. you watched your boyfriend get up to grab his phone and order food with a soft gaze.

cheol was too good for you but you were glad to have him. because in this life, you wouldn’t want anyone else to witness your highs and lows with and he’d say the same.

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waltzingwithspirit · 1 year

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PICK A PILE: WHAT DOES YOUR SOUL WANT TO SAY TO YOU?

Top Left = Pile 1; Top Right = Pile 2; Bottom= Pile 3

Pile 1:

So pile 1, welcome to your reading, remember to take only what resonates and do not force any messages to apply when they don’t.

Lets begin!

I see that you will be presented or have been presented with an opportunity and now are at crossroads. This could be related to a job or a relationship, and the decision is especially hard to make since it will affect others around you as well. It could require re-location for some of you, or a lifestyle change at the least. You may look to your elder sibling or friend for advise. Your soul wants to let you know that it is a decision that must be made. You need movement in your life, you cannot be in a state where you get too comfortable in the ‘I am still thinking about it’ phase. For some of you a lifestyle change is long due, you have been thinking of going minimalistic, FOLLOW IT. You feel life and everything at the moment is too much, too much noise, too much clutter. Start by cleaning out everything that you have no use of. This will bring you more joy, more peace in life. To help you, it is telling you to some self work.

SELF-WORK

At night, close all lights, light a candle, keep it at eye level, and watch the flame.

2.Whenever your are journaling (which you must start, if you haven’t already) do it in sunlight in the day, and with candle light at night. You will feel the difference. Go analog, please do not journal digitally. PLUS write the moon phases with the date, you will get a lot of insight about your own self. If you do this on a new moon day after a day of water fasting(do not do anything your health does not permit, consult a professional), it will help you get connected to the cosmic energy of the universe. During this time, keep your phone and all electronic devices away and before journaling, clean the energy of the space using sage or a bell.

THE 2nd POINT IS VERY VERY POWERFUL ACTIVITY. Keep doing this regularly and see the change yourself, let me know your experience with this as well.

Thank you for letting me read for you, and please provide feedback.

Pile 2:

So pile 2, welcome to your reading, remember to take only what resonates and do not force any messages to apply when they don’t.

Lets begin!

You have been feeling stuck and lost. You as a person are really afraid of losing but since you have been stuck for a while, you have grown comfortable in that environment and are scared and hesitant to go on a new journey because you fear failure. It is a natural thing, please don’t beat yourself up about it. However, now that the problem is known, we can fix it. Start by doing small thing where the outcome is certain, things that you know like the back of your hand. It could be as simple as cooking your favourite dish to knowing the entire lyrics of Single Ladies, literally anything, what we are looking for is building confidence. Now that confidence is built we will push out limits just a little bit, and slowly we will start doing things we are uncomfortable with which involves moving forward. ALWAYS REMEMBER YOU ARE NOT YOUR LIMITING BELIEFS. YOU ARE A CHILD OF THE COSMOS WHO IS AS MAGICAL AS THE UNIVERSE ITSELF.

Thank you for letting me read for you, and please provide feedback.

Pile 3:

So pile 3, welcome to your reading, remember to take only what resonates and do not force any messages to apply when they don’t.

Lethargy, Boredom and Proastination. These were the words channeled for you. You guys need a digital detox and an energy boost. Drink more alkaline water, this will boost your energy instantly. It would be beneficial if you joined ‘Vipassana’ somewhere, it is a 10 day retreat for silent meditation. This will reset your energy and coding system ( by coding I mean, social media=happiness coding will be changed). Oh my, this is so cute: Your soul is telling you to be around puppies, go to your nearest shelter or dog cafes if you don’t have a pet yourself, just be around animals, especially kittens and puppies, but for real, I am getting golden retriever energy. You need that in your life. You know you want to achieve things and be more enthusiastic, and happy and you wanna laugh so so much but you are disconnected to that energy. You might also have fear of failure or you might have been stagnant for a while. Remember, action leads to more action. If you go on a simple walk, it will become easier to fix your bed or fix that light bulb that has been in need of attention for a while. You do have the potential to be discipline. Love yourself enough to be disciplined, it is the greatest form of self Love there is. Do not rely on motivation, it does not work, what works is willpower. If you are kind of person who listens to a bunch of motivation speakers, please stop doing that, it is not useful for you.

Thank you for letting me read for you, and please provide feedback.

Love,

Love.

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anachronistic-falsehood · 6 months

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THIS DISCUSSION. MY GOD. “aren’t you afraid of losing what we’re fighting for?” “haven’t we already lost it?” I’M GOING TO EXPLODE

#liveblogging #qsmp #WE HAVE FRIENDS CELLBIT WE HAVE FAMILY WE HAVE PEOPLE WE CARE ABOUT…….#screaming crying throwing up etc etc

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oh-stars · 3 months

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Guiding Hand

Love is about a hand reaching out to you so you don't get lost.

a @steddielovemonth prompt | 1156 words | CW: PTSD | Rating: T

Thunder roars in the distance. It’s faint, barely noticeable over Eddie’s chords as he practices on his acoustic. “I’m off my game today,” Eddie groans, scrubbing at his face with one hand, the other cradling the neck of the guitar still. “It sounds so out of tune even though I’ve…”

Steve hums as he grabs the candles and flashlights from under the entertainment center.

“Baby?”

The rains picking up, going from a pleasant steady rhythm, to a downpour as the storm grows closer. He’s thankful for the rain, a constant companion to the thunder and Steve’s biggest reminder that they’re in the right side up. It eases some of his anxiety, but the remainder is still too loud.

“I think you should kiss me.”

The thunder seems a bit closer now. He grabs the pack of batteries and the matches, his lighter already in his pocket. He hasn’t used the flashlights since the tornado watch two months ago, the last time the lights flickered. They should still have enough juice, but you can never be sure.

“Can we get a horse?”

Steve checks out the window; the rain’s flooding the driveway and soon they could swim through the lake of his front yard. At least its already late, so they can stay home – and if Eddie tries to go back to the trailer, he’s not afraid to tackle him.

“Do you think Henderson could find us a unicorn?”

They haven’t eaten dinner yet, should Steve heat up something before the storm gets too bad? In case they lose power for a while? The storm is coming quickly though. It’ll take too long to make something and he needs to pick up more canned goods. Do they have enough leftovers?

“Stevie, I’ve grown an extra head, but it’s not mine.”

He heads toward the kitchen and pulls out the casserole he made last night. There’s plenty. Hopefully Eddie doesn’t mind. He goes to ask, but a clap of thunder cracks through the air.

Steve drops the lid to the tupperware – it clatters to the floor as Steve jumps.

“Steve,” Eddie says, his hands on Steve’s hips, pulling him in close so he presses against Steve’s back.

He glares at Eddie over his shoulder.

Eddie raises his hands in defense. “Don’t get mad at me. That’s your name.”

“Not to you.” Steve turns around and crosses his arms.

“I’ve been trying to get your attention for a while, baby,” Eddie says softly. He puts his hands back on Steve’s waist, their hips flush together. “Are you okay?”

Steve shrugs. “Just making dinner.”

Eddie keeps his face neutral; Steve cna see how much effort it's taking him.

“Are you okay with leftovers?”

“Sounds great,” Eddie sighs. “Can I do anything?”

Steve shakes his head and turns back to the cold leftovers. Eddie’s hands stay on his waist as Steve dishes out two healthy servings for their plates.

Another thunderclap and Eddie’s grip tightens. Steve’s entire body feels tight like he’s preparing for something. Which is just bull. He’s making dinner during a thunderstorm. There’s nothing happening. He’s being foolish.

A soft kiss to the side of his neck has Steve letting out a breath. Was he holding it? “I’ve got you,” Eddie whispers.

Steve leans back into him as the first plate heats up in the microwave. He closes his eyes and listens to the rain, to the soothing sound of Eddie’s breathing accompanied by the little gusts against his skin where Eddie’s nose is pressed to his skin.

For a moment, all is well.

With their dinner reheated, Steve takes their plates to the living room where the flashlights and candles wait for them.

“Dinner on the sofa?” Eddie gasps as they settle in. “What would your mother say, Steven?” His smile turns into a grimace. “Not feeling it?”

Steve leans into Eddie’s side. “I’m sorry.”

“Baby,” Eddie says, “it’s okay. I just want to see you smile.”

Well, that does work.

They’re able to eat as they watch Golden Girls reruns in companionable silence, with Eddie crossing his legs over Steve’s. It keeps him grounded as the thunder rolls on.

When the episode ends, Steve takes their plates to the kitchen and starts to clean up. Eddie’s right there with him, talking about the show like he’s gossiping about their neighbors. “And where does Blanche get off saying that shit to Rose?”

“I don’t kno–”

The lights flicker.

Steve shoves Eddie behind him, into the cabinet, as he reaches for the knife block.

He grips a steak knife so tight his knuckles pop. His senses are attuned to the world around them as Steve stands guard. They’re frozen in place, time still as they wait for… something.

No bulging walls.

No flapping wings.

No scratching nails.

All he can hear is rain, thunder, Eddie’s breathing and his own ragged breaths.

Then the lights go out all together with the next flash of lightning.

“Shit,” Eddie hisses.

Steve holds his breath until the next round of thunder has passed. “C’mon,” Steve says, reaching back for Eddie’s hand.

Eddie laces their fingers together with a self-deprecating laugh. “You’d think I’d get over this fear of the dark at my age.”

Steve squeezes his hand. “Kind of hard when you’ve seen what we’ve seen.” Carefully, he walks them both out of the kitchen toward the coffee table. “Don’t let go.”

“Right. Can’t be getting lost in your McMansion,” Eddie quips, as if he isn’t actively cutting off Steve’s circulation.

He kicks the coffee table and uses his leg to put some space between himself and the table to set the knife down. Then he makes quick work of lighting the candles with his lighter, flicking it closed once he’s done.

With that, he drags Eddie to the couch and sinks into the cushions. He’s too tense still, nerves frayed and muscles still fired up to jump into action. Eddie’s hand has eased, though, thumb running over Steve’s knuckles. Soon, Steve knows that his presence, his touch, will spell all of his built up tension – even with the thunder still going overhead and the rain still pelting the windows.

The walkie that lives on the side table clicks on, crackling to life as Max’s voice asks, “Does anyone have power?”

“Zoomer, you’re supposed to say, over. Over,” Henderson says.

“Answer or don’t, curly fries. I don’t have time for this,” Max huffs.

Steve raises an eyebrow at Eddie, only to find him looking back just as confused.

With their hands still linked, Eddie grabs the walkie, holds down the button, and holds it up to Steve’s face.

“Roll call, nerds,” Steve says, then with a sigh, he adds, “over.” He leans against Eddie, tucking himself under Eddie’s arm. He feels anchored, safe in the bubble of candlelight he’s made for him and Eddie.

After everyone else has checked in, Eddie presses the button again and says, “Babysitter and Banished, all clear.”

Thank you @lady-lostmind!

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jelliezellie · 1 year

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ooo~, how about a postwar Levi and Reader fic where they live together and secretly love each other but they are afraid to confess. they don't even know how. maybe they go out on a "date" (aka just walking around town in Marley, shopping, going to the park and secretly admiring each other) andddd... I literally have no idea 😬 I'm sorry, I tried

A/N: I love this <3 It sounds so cute! I’m pretty sure that Levi spends his time with Gabi, Falco, and Onyankopon after he loses the use of his legs so I put them in here. I hope this is good enough for your request. And I'm sorry it took so long, I've had a lot of requests and not a lot of time to write them. Thanks!

Dates in Marley

You and Levi sat together, eating the breakfast that Gabi and Falco made. They were often impudent brats, as Levi described them, but you found them to be friendly enough. You jolted every time the door to your shared house opened. It was always Gabi and Falco (sometimes Onyankopon to apologize for the intrusion) and each time, you let them in. They all seemed to care about Levi just as much as you did, making him breakfast in bed and teasing him a little too much about his condition.

He pretended to hate the banter, but if they didn’t visit for a few days, he’d ask where they were.

“Levi,” Falco exclaimed, sitting with you two, “tell us again—what was the scariest abnormal titan you faced? Other than Zeke and Eren, of course.”

Levi glared at him, rolling his eyes. “I hate repeating myself.”

“Just tell us!” Gabi exclaimed.

You listened in carefully, excited to hear about his war stories whenever he was willing to tell them. When he looked at you, listening intently, he sighed in defeat. “Zeke was the worst titan I went up against. I already told you. It took three tries to kill him.”

“Okay, but what about another titan? One we don’t know?” Gabi pressed.

Levi rolled his eyes. “There was one… significantly annoying one. Rod Reiss—he was bigger than the Colossus Titan, and he only ever crawled around. He was too big and his legs were too weak. But,” he paused, glancing at you to see your excited face, “when he arrived at the Orvud District, he had rubbed off his ribs and face. His titan organs spilled out and it was disgusting.”

Falco shuddered in revulsion, sliding his plate of waffles away. “I lost my appetite…”

Gabi, on the other hand, seemed enthralled. Her eyes were wide and she grinned, nodding excitedly. “And? How’d you kill him?”

“My squad, at the time, cut off his hands. Eren shoved gunpowder barrels into his mouth and he exploded.”

Your jaw dropped. “What?!”

He nodded. “Yeah. We managed to kill him, though.”

Gabi and Falco spoke to each other excitedly, discussing the event they just learned about.

There was a knock at the door and you sprung from your seat, opening it. Onyankopon greeted you with a smile. “Good morning, Y/n. May I come in?”

“Of course! Gabi and Falco are just over there—”

“Actually, I wanted to speak with you.” He pulled you aside and Levi’s head snapped back to the two of you before looking back at the kids. Onyankopon smiled. “Levi hasn’t been outside in a while. I was hoping you could take him to the shopping district while I take Gabi and Falco out to the fair. He needs some time away from them, I think.”

You smiled, your cheeks turning pink. “I mean, I’d love to go shopping with him, but I’m afraid it’ll be awkward.”

“Why’s that?” he teased. Onyankopon knew about your feelings for Levi. You talked about him far too much and when Onyankopon asked, you told him how you felt. “I’m kidding,” he said, nudging you as your face turned red, “just take Levi out. Maybe he feels the same.”

You scoffed. “I doubt it…”

“Go.”

When you turned around, Levi was staring at you from the table. He quickly looked away and gave his plate to Falco so he’d wash it. You sighed, approaching Levi. “Hey, let’s go shopping.”

“What?”

“You haven’t been outside in forever. C’mon, it’ll be fun.”

With little protest, he rolled his chair to you. You grabbed the handles to the back of it and started pushing him out the door. “What are we shopping for?” He asked, looking up at you.

“Whatever we want.” He grunted, squinting as you left the house. The sun shone down on you and you stared up at the fluffy clouds against the blue sky. You smiled. “See, Levi? It’s a beautiful day out. We’ll have fun.”

“Right.”

You grinned and sped up, hurrying to the market. A big fountain made of marble leaked water out of the top. Shopping stands were everywhere and you couldn’t help but inhale the smell of lobster. “So, what do you want to do first? Clothes shopping? Food?”

He sighed. “Let’s go look at the clothes, I guess.” You rolled him to a stand with dresses, suits, and other fancy clothes. You didn’t miss the smile that appeared on his face when you picked up an elegant-looking piece of clothing and held it to your body.

“How do I look?”

Levi cleared his throat, looking away. “Good. You look,” he paused, his eyes flickering to you. “You look really good.”

Your face turned red and you put it back on the hanger. “Do you see any clothes you like?”

He thought for a moment. “If they have a suit that matches that.” He replied, pointing to the article of clothing you had. “I like the colors…” he mumbled, but the pink on his cheeks didn’t lie.

You smiled and found a suit that matched the colors of the clothes you found. Levi gave you a brief nod, biting back a smile as you grinned and bought the clothes. He shoved some money in your pocket and you pretended not to notice. You had to or else he’d insist on paying you.

Next, you saw a stand offering ice cream. “Do you want some ice cream?”

“God, no. It’s so cold… Food is meant to be hot.”

“Alright,” you mumbled, chuckling at his pickiness. “Oh!” You pointed at a small shop with a teacup out front. “It looks like they sell tea. Do you want to go there?”

He looked up at you. “You realize tea isn’t the only thing I like, right? I have hobbies. I have things I could be doing.”

“But you like tea, so we’re going to the tea shop,” you chirped, rolling him inside. He groaned and rolled his eyes, but you didn’t miss the way they lit up when all of the different aromas flooded his senses. He looked around, trying not to make it obvious that he found the shop fascinating. “Oh, they have samples—” He rolled his chair away before you could finish speaking and tried a cup of Marleyan tea.

You followed him with a smile. “Do you like it?”

Levi looked up at you. “It’s… alright. Black tea is better.” His eyes lingered on some teacups and you followed his gaze.

“Do you want those?”

“No.” He’s a poor liar. You smiled softly as his head turned but his eyes stayed on the cups. You picked up two.

“Well, I want them.” You paid for the cups and they were wrapped and placed delicately in a box, then a bag. You smiled and handed them to Levi. His cheeks were tinted pink as he pulled a cup out and examined it. You tilted your head. “Is there a reason why you like fancy teacups so much?”

He hesitated as his hand traced over the simple design. “When I was growing up, we didn’t have teacups.”

“You’re that old?” You teased.

“No!” He snapped. “I had poor living conditions. But when I finally got my hands on a real teacup, I couldn’t believe it. So, I held it,” he picked up the cup in the strange way he always did, struggling a bit with his missing fingers, “and drank from it like that.”

You smiled and rested your chin on his head, looking down at the cup in his lap. “Then I’ll find more fancy teacups for you.”

His smile grew a little. This time, he didn’t suppress it.

“Where to next?” You asked as you left the shop.

He was staring past the market, at a park with a few small benches that looked out at the sea. You grinned and took him there, sitting with him. Seagulls squawked over you two as you sat in comfortable silence, holding the empty cups and watching the waves crash.

“You were right,” Levi murmured. You tilted your head and looked at him. His silver eyes reflected the sun so perfectly—you could stare at them all day. “It was fun.”

You grinned and nudged him. “See? I told you, Marley can be fun.”

“It wasn’t Marley that was fun,” he muttered, clenching his fist. “It was you. You were fun. You took me clothes shopping and to a stupid tea shop and to this stupid, amazing park.” He returned your gaze. “And here I am, with stupid, amazing you.”

You couldn’t fight the blush that came to your face as you tried to respond, but nothing came out. Levi looked out at the sea again. “It’s pretty—the sea.”

“Isn’t it?” You replied, still processing his compliment(?) from his last statement.

His hand rested over yours. “I want to look at the sea with you more often.”

“Me too,” you murmured, scooting closer.

“The sea looks prettier when you’re here,” he said, turning to you with pink cheeks. “Y/n, I want to come here every day with you.”

Your eyes widened. “What?”

“I like,” he paused, trying to get the words out. “I love you. And I know I don’t show it and I know I roll my eyes and I’m rude, but I—”

You cut him off by pressing your lips against his gently. It only lasted for a moment, but God, he could have sworn he saw his entire life flash before his eyes, every moment leading up to you.

And from the distance, you were fairly sure you heard two kids exclaiming and laughing when you kissed, along with a too-polite man trying to calm them down.

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mcflymemes · 1 year

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AS SAID BY KAIDAN ALENKO * assorted dialogue from mass effect

it’s my fault.

i’m glad we didn’t lose you.

you had to push me out of the way.

the blast knocked you out cold.

i’m glad to see you’re okay.

maybe you’re right. things went bad. real bad.

is that why you’re here? because of your family?

i don’t see how we could’ve done any better.

i’ve wasted enough of your time for now.

off the record, i think there’s something wrong here.

there’s writing on the wall here, but someone isn’t reading it.

maybe i was romantic in the beginning.

i’m not question the mission. i’m just concerned.

there was never any proof of that.

we kept our clothes on.

i won’t let you down.

you make a habit of getting this personal with everyone?

i’ll need some time to process that.

do you have time to talk now?

we’ve got some tough calls to make.

i’ve seen what cutting corners can do to someone, and i’d hate to have that happen to you.

you tell me if i’m going too far.

maybe there’s someone else you’d rather confide in.

i don’t want to step on anyone’s toes.

i apologize for bringing it up.

i’m not questioning any decision you’ve made. let me be clear about that.

i want to help you.

if i’m out of line, just say the word.

just think about what i said.

if i ever get a speeding ticket, i want you to be my advocate.

we haven’t had time together since our last chat and... a lot was said.

sorry. not sure where i stand. you seem a bit... uh. distracted.

i don’t want to distract you too much.

maybe my intentions were noble, but i lost control. i killed him.

this is all ancient history. i’m over it.

you don’t have to worry about me. i won’t be a burden on you.

all right, but it’s embarrassing you had to tell me that.

i might need to loosen up a little. i’ll try.

it’s just been a while.

i’ve got a few scratches and dents. i hope they just give me character.

i outgrew the blame game years ago.

they aren’t... malicious. they’re just slow to change.

don’t ream me out for having an opinion.

i thought we respected each other more than that.

i’m here. i’m not going anywhere.

you saved my life. i’m grateful for that.

sorry for anything i said back there. adrenaline.

should i be afraid of them? or in awe of them?

i’m not trying to make anyone uncomfortable.

i’m not jealous. i’m confused.

if you’re not serious about me, it’ll hurt but i’ll get over it.

i’ve got a lot tied up in you.

did i misread you? jeez, what else have i got wrong?

we’re closer than ever, thanks to you.

i don’t think i’ve ever met someone like you.

please, you’ll make me blush.

you know you can count on me.

if i can be of any help, let me know.

i hope i’m not out of line saying that.

i always leave a way out. you know that.

i’m here for you.

that’s what i... appreciate about you.

you’re something else, you know?

i hope we’re close enough after everything we’ve said already.

what happens if this doesn’t work out?

well if i didn’t think you were doing the right thing, i wouldn’t be here.

you know what, you’re right... about everything.

i think about losing you and i can’t stand it.

you make me feel... human.

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48. "Stop cheating!"

Charlie and Nick are playing a game (I don't mind which one, if you're stuck for ideas maybe twister) and one of them keeps tickling the other as a distraction.

Eventually they cave and wreck the cheater as punishment ?

Up to you ☺️

Hope your day is absolutely amazing

- 🐦‍⬛

A/N: ty for the prompt anon! hope your day is going amazing as well! <3

Prompt #48 - “Stop cheating!”

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Cheater, Cheater

“Agh! Charlie, quit it!”

Charlie giggled, withdrawing his hand from Nick’s side. The two boys were currently in the Spring family’s living room, having been sprawled out on the floor with their text books in front of them. This was their near-daily routine; coming back to one of their houses and trying to knock out some of their homework from their day at school, and then spending the rest of their time together watching movies, playing games, and most importantly, making out. Though most times, that plan didn’t go the way it was intended. Nick was easily distracted, and very quickly lost interest in whatever worksheet he was doing. So in order to entertain himself, he’d try to distract Charlie, whether it be laying across his boyfriend’s lap, or whining, or throwing his pens at his head.

Charlie had to bite back a grin when he heard Nick let out a groan, slamming his maths textbook closed. “Charlieeee,” he’d whimpered, pushing his book to the side, “I’m bored.”

“That’s a shocker,” Charlie had replied, chuckling and keeping his eyes trained on his own assignment.

“Come on,” Nick moaned, “let’s take a break. We’ve been working on maths for like an hour now. You especially don’t need to study maths longer than that.”

“Nick, I have a test at the end of the week.” Charlie reminded him, finally glancing up at the older boy.

“And you’re going to ace it! You always have the highest grade out of anyone, and you don’t even need to try!” Nick retorted, moving closer to his boyfriend. When Charlie ignored him, he pouted and rested his head on his shoulder.

“Please, Char? Just for a little bit?”

Charlie contemplated this for a moment, before finally letting out a long yet playful sigh. “Fine. What do you want to do?”

Nick raised his head, smiling brightly. “We should play a game.”

“What game? Mario Kart? Haven’t you learned by now that there’s no way you’ll ever beat me at that?” The younger boy teased, laughing at the incredulous expression on his boyfriend’s face.

“Excuse you, but I happen to remember winning three races last weekend when I was over!”

“Only because I let you win.”

The ginger’s eyes narrowed. “You’re so gonna pay for that later. And anyways, no, not that. I had another game in mind.”

Charlie tilted his head at him, confusion washing over his features. “What game?”

Nick smirked. “Only a game I can finally be the best at. Twister.”

“Twister?” Charlie repeated, raising his eyebrows in surprise. “Why do you wanna play that?”

“Why don’t you want to play?” Nick questioned playfully, “Afraid of losing?”

“No,” Charlie responded, “I’m great at it. You’ve just never brought it up before.”

Charlie was lying. He wasn’t good at Twister. Not only did he lack flexibility, but he had always been the first one to fall during the game when he’d played with his sister or his friends during their annual sleepovers. It wasn’t like he cared that much about the game itself; Charlie was competitive. He didn’t like to lose. That’s why his go-to game had always been Mario Kart. After years of mastering every course, hardly anyone could beat him, except occasionally Tori. But even then, the two siblings were always neck and neck.

“Okay.” Charlie nodded, setting his assignment and books aside. “Let’s play.”

And that’s were the pair were now, having pushed the coffee table to the side of the room in order to have the desired amount of space for the dotted mat. They’d spun a few times already, their positions starting out pretty easy to achieve, until Charlie suddenly had an arm underneath Nick’s body and Nick had under the younger boy’s. By each turn, they were intertwining themselves with each other even more, and Charlie’s balance was getting rather rocky. Nick, however, seemed to be completely stable, hardly ever having to readjust his footing or the placement of his hands to make things easier for himself.

With every spin of the plastic wheel, Charlie seemed to be getting more difficult adjustments to his position, while Nick barely had to move. It just wasn’t fair. Charlie knew his boyfriend was going to win.

“Doing alright, love?” Nick asked periodically, a teasing hint to his tone. “Not feeling too shaky?”

“Perfectly fine,” Charlie answered him through his teeth, choosing to ignore the chuckle that came from the boy above him.

After a few more minutes, Charlie decided he needed to do something to try and get an advantage over his smug boyfriend. And that’s when he reached up with one hand and jabbed him in the stomach.

Nick had flinched, drawing in a small breath, but remaining in the same position as before.

“Charlie,” He said, his voice low, “don’t.”

Charlie snickered, dropping his hand.

After another moment, he reached up again, now squeezing his hip.

Nick yelped, nearly losing his balance, but quickly regaining his composure. “Shit!”

Charlie grinned up at him innocently, trying not to laugh at the glare Nick sent him in return. This was working well for him.

“Charlie, I am warning you,” Nick tried again to be serious, his eyes locked on the boys hands. “Stop cheating!”

“Okay.” Charlie shrugged and reached for the spinner, feeling Nick’s eyes watching his every move.

Nick let out a breath, urging his muscles to relax as much as possible. Hopefully Charlie finally got the message.

He was wrong.

About three minutes later, Charlie was prodding at his side, causing the older boy to let out a shriek in surprise. And to Charlie’s delight, this caused Nick to topple over onto his back.

“Ha!” Charlie pumped his fists into the air victoriously, “I win!”

Nick stared up at his boyfriend, his eyes going wide. “You did not win.”

“Uh, yeah I did,” Charlie said smugly, “The rules are the first person who falls loses. You fell first, loser.”

Nick sat up quickly. “You were cheating!”

“Really? Was I?”

“Yes you were, you were tickling me!”

“Oh boo-hoo,” Charlie playfully rolled his eyes. “You’re just mad cuz you’re a sore loser.”

Nick didn’t answer, his eyes narrowing. Charlie’s smug attitude faltered, his smile fading, and immediately he began to feel as though his boyfriend was angry at him. “Nick, are you okay? I’m sorry, I was just joking… you’re not mad, are you?”

“Mad? No.” Something changed in Nick’s expression, his eyes glinting dangerously. “Vengeful? Very.”

Charlie didn’t even have time to respond, because Nick was launching himself at the boy with inhuman speed, tackling him and sending them rolling on the ground together. Charlie’s immediate instinct was to try and curl in on himself, knowing very well what was about to happen, but Nick was stronger, and easily pinned Charlie underneath him.

“Nick, wait a second,” Charlie tried to plead, attempting to squirm around underneath the rugby lad, but Nick’s hold on him was solid. Completely unmovable.

“Wait a second? Oh no. We’re not even going to think about waiting. I’m gonna tickle the absolute shit out of you, and I’m not gonna stop until I feel like it. I think that’s a proper punishment for someone who thinks cheating is the way to beat another person at a game, right?” Nick’s grin was pure evil as he watched Charlie blush bright red underneath him. “Not that you’d mind.”

“Niiiiick,” Charlie whined, bringing his hands up to cover his blazing cheeks, squealing suddenly at the sensation of Nick squeezing his sides.

“Ah ah! And you can’t hide your face from me, either! I wanna see your adorable smile.” Nick let his fingers slowly spider up and down the boy’s sides, relishing in the frantic giggles escaping his lips. God, he loved that sound.

“Nohoho! Thahat’s nohohot fahahair!” Charlie squeaked out, his giggles growing the higher Nick aimed. “Ihihi cahan’t help ihit!”

Nick chuckled. “Okay. Let me help you then.”

With that, he shot hands up under Charlie’s exposed armpits, drilling torturously into the hallows.

“NO NICK!” Charlie’s arms came flying down and clamped tightly to his sides, his head thrown back with hysteric laughter. “STOHOHOHOP!”

“Stop? Char, I’m only just getting started!” Nick laughed with the younger boy, his heart filled with endearment. “Besides, you deserve this, you dick!”

“I JUHUHUST WAHAHANTED TO WIHIN!”

“Well, cheaters don’t make winners, sweetheart.”

“I CAHAHAN SEHEHEHEE THAHAHAT!”

Nick rolled his eyes playfully. “How about this, Charlie? Just shut up and laugh.”

He pulled his hands out from under the boy’s arms, giving him only a few moments of relief before diving his fingers into his sensitive neck.

“NoO!” Charlie squealed, trying to duck his head, but Nick just laughed. “Charlie, my fingers are stuck now.”

“I dohohon’t cahahahare!” The younger giggled, yelping when he felt Nick beginning to press ticklish kisses along his ears. “Nihihick plehehease!”

“Man, your ears are sensitive as hell, Char.” Nick commented casually, “They seem so neglected. Why don’t you ever let me play with them and love them?”

“Stohohop ihihit!” Charlie whined, trying to move his head away from him, shrieking at the sensation of Nick nibbling on the shell of his ears. “OHOHOH MYHYHYHY GOHOHOD! NOHOHOT THAHAHAT!”

Mixed with the fluttering fingers in his neck and Nick’s merciless attack on his ears, Charlie was in hell (or heaven, though he’d never admit it). The two sensations combined were driving him nuts, and he was sure that Nick knew that. Of course he was.

Charlie’s head jerked to the side, lifting his chin just enough for Nick to remove his hands and let them jump to his ribs, his lips quickly beginning to press kisses along the entirety of Charlie’s neck.

“NOHOHO NIHIHICK! LEHEHEAVE MYHYHY NEHEHECK ALOHOHONE!”

“I don’t think you’re in a position to make demands here,” Nick muttered into the skin, making his laughter rise in pitch.

Charlie was quickly running out of oxygen by the second, and he wasn’t sure if Nick would actually give him a chance to breathe. Normally he was more gentle with him, but as he had said, he was out for revenge. Still, if Charlie wanted to see the sun rise the next morning, he needed to do something.

“NIHIHICK IHI CAHAN’T BREHEHEATHE! PLEHEHEASE!”

Nick drew his head back, his fingers slowing to a stop on the poor boy’s ribs. He looked guilty. “Oh god, okay. Here, just take a minute.”

Charlie was sucking in air like his life depended on it. Nick’s smirk vanished, “Sorry, was I taking it too far? I didn’t mean to-“

“Nick,” His boyfriend interrupted, breathing heavily, “it’s okay. I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” Nick didn’t sound convinced, taking in Charlie’s current state with concern.

“I’m sure,” Charlie told him, then slightly propped himself up on his elbows, “You’re just way too good at getting what you want.”

That finally got a small chuckle out of the older boy, who leaned down and pressed his lips to his in a sweet kiss.

“You are so incredible,” Nick whispered, pressing his forehead to Charlie’s. Charlie hummed, his body finally beginning to calm down. They stayed like that for a moment, before Nick suddenly pushed him back down onto his back. “But there’s one more spot I want to get to before I let you go.”

Charlie’s eyes were nearly popping out of their sockets in realization. “No, Nihihick I thohohought youhou wehehere dohohone!”

Nick just smiled innocently at the boy as he let his fingers walk all the way down to his kneecaps, “I love you.”

And let it be known, Charlie definitely learned a valuable lesson on cheating that day, especially when getting caught by an evil, rugby loving golden retriever.

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Anonymous: Jack eating the reader out after a long day

Bringing back Jack x Lawyer!Reader:

As soon as you walked through the door, Jack picked you up and took you to the bedroom. He already knew you were stressed; you had been sending him passive aggressive texts about your boss to him all day.

He placed you on the bed gently, kissing your forehead.

“Jack, what are you doing?” He ignored your question.

“How was your day?” He slipped your heels off your feet, placing them on the floor next to the bed.

You sighed, “It was fuckin’ awful. I’m afraid we’re gonna lose this case, because my asshole boss won’t help us get a subpoena for the phone records.”

Jack dropped to his knees, unbuttoned your trousers, and slid them down, placing gentle kisses on your thighs.

“I have no idea what any of that means, but I’m sorry you’re so stressed baby.”

He placed a kiss on your lower stomach, making his way down until he hovered over your mound, his breath making you shiver. He slipped a finger into the waistband of your panties, pulling them off and throwing them behind him.

You let out a high pitched moan as he used his tongue to flick your sensitive clit. “Baby, that feels so good.”

“Keep talking.” He directed you, but you had lost your train of thought.

“It’s just so frustrating because this family deserves to get their green cards, and their employer is claiming they haven’t been working for him. They say they don’t have any records for them, which is bullshit.”

“Oh fuck.” You called out as Jack latched onto your clit, applying strong sucking pressure, and slipping two fingers into your pussy.

“What are you going to do?” He looked up at you with a sly smile on his face, knowing there was no way you were going to be able to carry a conversation the way he was pleasuring you.

“We, uh-” your hips bucked into his face, “Fuck, Jack, just finish. I’ll tell you over dinner.” You raked your fingers through his curls, squeezing his face between your thighs. He felt you clench around his fingers as you released, your slick coating his hand.

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I’ll Spend the Rest of My Life Making It Up To You Series

Part 6!! WC: 6.8k

Warnings: Phone Calls, Mentions of physical, emotional, mental and verbal abuse, mentions of rape, mentions of getting help, death, afterlife, sad hours, family fun, pool, swimming, scars, Aaron Hotchner in his dadbod era.

Series Masterlist // Masterlist

After you put Mason down for a nap, Aaron decided to take Jack out for a bike ride. Well, it wasn’t really his decision. You were forcing him to go on a bike ride with Jack. Jack had been asking him to go all morning but Aaron didn’t want to leave you alone.

After much convincing of telling him you’d be alright, he told Jack to get ready, fill up a water bottle, get his bike helmet, and shoes on. You watched Jack get everything he needed while Aaron ran through everything with you.

“Lock the door when we leave. Even the extra lock. Look through the peep hole before you answer the door. If Jake is at the door, go with Mason into the guest room, lock it, call 9-1-1, text me, and I’ll be back. Don’t talk to him, don’t let him in. I can’t-I can’t let anything happen to you or Mason. Please.”

“I know, Aaron. I’m not going to let Jake in or anyone. I promise. Go enjoy the beautiful afternoon with Jack. I’m going to be sitting here on the couch, watching TV, until you come back.”

“I’ll text you when we are heading back home, I’ll call you when we’re right outside the door so that I don’t have to worry about waking Mason up.”

You always loved that about Aaron. He was always so over protective, always so caring of others. He put everyone else’s safety in front of his. He always put everyone over himself. You used to be that way towards Aaron. You would always put him over yourself, but when you two broke up, you put yourself first. That was until you met Jake. Then it was Jake’s needs that needed to come before your own. Now with Mason, you’d always put Mason before you.

“Go, Aaron. Go enjoy a nice afternoon with your son. It sounds like you two don’t get enough quality time with each other as both of you deserve. So go, however long it takes. Mason and I are safe.”

Jack hugged you and Aaron smiled at the scene in front of him. He loved that Jack knew you were his best friend. Aaron was thankful he had always kept pictures of you up, had always talked to Jack about you, even if it was never about you two being in a relationship, but just being best friends.

As the two left for their bike ride, you decided to start researching domestic violence cases and custody battles. You wanted to prepare yourself for the ride you were going to go on. It scared you. It really did. You were afraid that by doing this, you would lose Mason. If you lost Mason to Jake, you don’t know if you’d be able to live with yourself anymore.

After about an hour of reading up on public cases and watching TV, your cell phone pinged with a text message. You saw who it was from. You didn’t know if you should pick it up or let it go. He wasn’t calling, it was just a text. Maybe he got served the restraining order. Maybe Aaron’s divorce attorney was that good and already served him those papers.

Despite thinking, you picked up the phone and opened the message.

“I’m probably the last person you want to talk to right now, and, I know I haven’t been good to you, but, can I please just have 5 minutes with you on the phone?”

It was just a phone call, right? Nothing could happen to you. His words could hurt, but his fist hurt even more. You were safe in the confines of Aaron’s home. You knew your son was still sleeping. Jake only wants 5 minutes, you wouldn’t give him any more.

After a few minutes of contemplating what to do, you turned off the TV, shut the lap top, and took a deep breath. You were going to talk to him. You were going to have to face him sooner than later, you better let him get angry when he was hundreds of miles away, compared to him getting angry when he was a foot away from you.

You decided to call him. After 3 rings, he picked up, saying your name on the other side of the phone.

“Yeah, it’s me. We don’t have a lot of time, Mason’s due to get up from his nap soon.”

“I just want you to listen. Please. I know you don’t owe me anything, but I want you to hear me out.”

“5 minutes, Jake. That’s all I’m giving you.”

“I’m sorry for being a shitty husband. I am so sorry, Y/n. I never meant for it to get this bad. I never wanted to lay my hands on you. I know for 10 years, I have been a shitty husband. I was insecure of myself. You had Aaron, a greater man than I ever was, ever will be. You had him once and then you got me. I thought I’d get over it. Then, when you went to his office, I lost it. I love you, Y/n. I haven’t stopped loving you. We have a freaking baby together. A little boy who you and I love so much. He’s the best thing to happen to us. We’ve been through so much. We’ve been through three miscarriages to get Mason. We went through that together. I know how hard it was on you. I know you wanted children. When we got Mason, I fell harder for you. You are an amazing mom. You work, pick him up from daycare, and you’re always there for him. I’m a shitty husband, a shitty father. I won’t deny that Y/n. But please, come home. I’m leaving the work trip early. If they fire me, they fire me. I want my marriage back with you. I want to raise Mason with you. We’re going to be okay. I promise you I’ll change the way I’ve been. I promise that if I lay a hand on you again, I will call the police myself and have them throw me in jail and sign off on my parental rights. Let me make our marriage right again. Please, Y/n. You deserve better, and I’m telling you, I’m going to be better. I’m going to be better for you an our little boy. So please, come home.”

You were upset. Here is your husband calling you, clearly upset, saying how he’s sorry. You heard his voice thick with emotion. You know this was coming deep from the heart. That’s the one thing about Jake you had loved. He spoke from the heart. He could be sincere.

“Jake, why now? What’s making you call and apologize, now? Why couldn’t you change 10 years ago, on our wedding night?”

“I was out golfing with my buddy today and when we got back to the clubhouse, I saw it, Y/n. I saw a husband hit his wife in the corner of the clubhouse. And you know what she did? She picked herself back up and carried on like it was nothing. It made me realize that the pain that that woman is going through is what you’re going through, I never want to put you through that again.”

You were heartbroken. You fell in love with him for a reason. Part of you wants to give him a second chance. Mason deserves to have a father in his life, he’s just a little boy. Maybe Jake truly has changed. He was being emotional with you, he even said he would call the cops on himself if he laid his hands on you ever again. Maybe he changed. Maybe you’d be alright after all. This was an eye opening experience that Jake needed.

“Jake, I-I need a bit to think about it. You really hurt me, not only physically but mentally, emotionally, you did it all.”

You heard him let out a sob, you felt sorry. Maybe he truly was trying to make up for it. Maybe he realized he had a son that he had to set a better example for. You needed to talk to Aaron about this before anything.

“Jake, I have to go. Mason’s getting up from his nap. We’ll be in touch.”

You hung up before he could get another word it. You couldn’t deal with this right now. 10 minutes ago you were reading about divorce attorneys, court cases, restraining orders, and custody battles. But, maybe you were just overreacting.

You got the text from Aaron that him and Jack were putting their bikes in the garage and coming up. When you had unlocked the door, you waited for Aaron to knock, however the sound of Jack running down the hall had you getting up to open the door for those two.

Jack greeted you with a hug and began telling you all about his bike ride. He sure was a very animated kid. You loved hearing Jack talk about Aaron. Aaron was a very good Dad to Jack, you knew he’d always be a good father, but to have Jack confirm that by speaking so highly about his father, it made you smile. You wanted Mason to have someone to speak so highly about. Maybe you did need to give Jake another chance.

“Is Mason up yet?”

“Not yet, but, I was thinking, when Mason gets up, I want to take him to the pool. What do you think? Should I convince your dad?”

Jack nodded eagerly at you and he whispered, “I’m going to go change into my swimsuit and find my pool toys.”

You chuckled as you watched the little boy run down the hall, trip on his toy, get up and say, “I’m okay!”

“So, Mr. Superhero, when Mason gets up in about 10 minutes, let’s go for a swim? I could use some fresh air but I need a bodyguard.”

“I’ll be your bodyguard until the day I die, Y/n Y/l/n.”

You heard Mason start to wake up so you excused yourself and went to go get him changed and changed yourself. You didn’t realize you even had a swimsuit in your luggage until you realized it was in a pocket you didn’t clean out last year. It was one of your favorite swimsuits that you thought you had lost, but were happy to find it this morning.

When you got yourself changed, you were happy it was just an apartment complex pool, that hadn’t been busy. You were self-concious of your body. You weren’t that way then you were with Aaron, but when you were with Jake, you were overly conscious about everything, but that was because of what he’d say to you.

You walked out of your room with Mason settled on your hip and Aaron had seen you in an oversized t-shirt that was extremely faded and a pair of shorts. It was only when he went to hand you Mason’s bottle that he made that it was actually his shirt from 15 years ago. He remembers giving it to you. Well, more like you stealing it from him.

You and Aaron had just gotten home from a night out. You weren’t planning to be out so late, but you two got caught up in a night of dinner, drinks, and dancing. It was a fun night out, one that both of you needed.

After getting home, you and him decided to change into pajamas, but when you and him decided to have one more drink, you spilled your drink onto your shirt while kissing him on the couch.

You picked up his shirt that had long-been discarded on the side of the couch where you two were making out on. You quickly took off your shirt and put his on.

“Come on, we can’t make out a little bit without your shirt on?”

“No, we can’t. That’s why yours is off.”

After a night of loving Aaron, you got up next morning and made breakfast for him. He heard the dryer going and laughed at the thought of you doing laundry so early in the morning.

“Once my shirt is finished drying, you could have this one back.”

“No, I don’t want it. It looks better on you than it does on me. Keep it.”

And that’s how you got stuck with your comfort tshirt that Aaron never got back the minute you took it from him.

“I remember that shirt.”

You looked down at it and said, “Oh yeah, I guess I didn’t realize I put it on. It’s a comfort tshirt. It’s faded.”

Aaron cut you off and said, “It’s 20 years old! I could give you a new one.”

“This one has more sentimental value to it. Do you remember how you stole it from me.”

He chuckled thinking back to that memory with you. That was one of the best nights he had had with you. You two were young, new and experimenting with your relationship. That was the first night you spend the night with him without having to leave at 6 in the morning.

You sat on the couch, beginning to feed Mason as Aaron changed into a swim suit. When he walked out into his living room, you couldn’t help but take his figure in. He didn’t let himself go by anymean, but the man you were with 15 years ago was definitely not the man who stood in the living room now.

He filled out, it was better looking now than it was 15 years ago. The dadbod he had on him made him more attractive. What you didn’t notice was the way he held the backpack infront of his stomach. He was hiding something, but you didn’t know what.

“Y/n, did you hear me? Do I need to pack something to make another bottle?”

“Uh, no. Sorry. No, he’ll be good until dinner time, if not I’ll feed him from the boob.”

Aaron rolled his eyes at how brazen you were. He loved that you didn’t care. You would just say the most out of pocket things out there that always would make him blush. He really should have known you would’ve said something like that.

After Mason was fed, Aaron filled up some water cups for all of you, and then you were walking your way to the pool in Aaron’s apartment complex. You got set up under an umbrella and Jack ran into the pool and started playing with a couple of his friends. Aaron got in the water and said, “This was your idea, you have to come in now.”

“I’m coming in, relax. Here, hold Mason above the water. I don’t know how he’ll react. This is his first time in a pool.”

You quickly slipped into the water and stood next to Aaron. Looking at each other, you looked back at Mason and fixed Mason’s hat.

“Okay buddy. You ready to go in. Aar, lower him in slowly.”

Aaron had turned Mason around so that Mason’s back was against his chest and facing towards you. Mason was smiling at you and you were telling Aaron to keep lowering him.

Mason immediately started kicking his legs around and waving his arms. Mason was laughing and it sent you and Aaron into a laughing fit. Sooner than later, Mason’s bottom half was in the water and he kept looking at you and Aaron.

“I think you’re going to have a swimmer on your hands, Y/n. Wherever you move to next, you better hope there’s a pool somewhere close.”

“Just like you got your little swimmer over there.”

Jack was doing swimming races with his friends and Aaron said, “He was thrilled when he moved in with me. The pool was a plus for him.”

You grabbed a little pool float to put Mason in so he could still play in the water but Aaron wouldn’t have to hold him. You put Mason in it and he was playing with the water toys attached. It made your heart happy to know that your little boy was happy. That your little boy had no idea what pain was, you never wanted him to experience it.

You held the float in your one hand and said, “Aar, I uh, I need to tell you something. But, you can’t get mad, okay?”

“Okay. What’s up?”

“Jake called me. When you were on your bike ride with Jack. He wants me to meet him again. He wants to work things out. He said he’s changed. He wants to be a father to Mason, he said that I deserve better than he was giving me. He told me that if he laid his hands on me again, he would call the police himself. He’s coming home from his business trip today.”

“No. Don’t even suggest what I know you’re thinking.”

“Aaron, him and I had three miscarriages before we got Mason, he wants to be involved in his life. He wants to fix our marriage. I owe him the respect of at least showing up to talk.”

“No. No way am I letting you go back to him. I’m sorry if you wanted me to tell you to go back to him, but I can’t. I mean, look. He left bruises on you. He left scars! You owe him nothing. You gave him 10 years to figure his shit out. You gave him 6 months to be a father to Mason. You don’t owe him anything.”

You were heartbroken. Aaron always supported you. No matter what crazy idea or decision you had or made, he always supported you, but he wasn’t going to give you his approval on it. He doesn’t know Jake. But at the same time, you guess you didn’t really know him either.

“He’s changed, Aaron.”

“Bullshit, Y/n! I read some of the letters. I saw the photos of what he did to you on your wedding night. God damn it, I picked you up in the middle of the night and drove you to the hospital because he nearly BEAT you to death. How am I supposed to just go by your word of ‘he changed’. He didn’t. No man, who has been ABUSIVE for 10 years, can change in the blink of an eye. I refuse to believe it. Sure, maybe I let jealousy get in the way because I will have lost you, AGAIN, but I also refuse to believe that a fucking coward like him, has changed.”

You were upset. Aaron saw it and you felt your emotions running high with the tears threatening to spill from your eyes. He wanted to calm you down before you were crying, so that’s when he pulled you in for a hug.

“You have to trust me. I’ve dealt with men like this. He’s no good if you go back to him. You have to trust me, Y/n. I usually support you in decisions and ideas that you make or have, but I just can’t support you on this one. You and Mason deserve so much better than he could have ever given you. You need to know that.”

Deep down, you knew Aaron was right, but you wanted him to just be wrong. You wanted to believe Jake was capable of change. Manys loved him, but, you couldn’t love him all the time.

“When we put the kids down tonight, we’ll talk, okay?”

You nodded at him and as time slowly went by, you were closer and closer to dreading that conversation with Aaron. You knew he was going to be honest with you. You needed to trust him. But a piece of you lied with Jake. He was your husband, your son’s father.

While the kids were fast asleep, you moved to sit on the couch, waiting for Aaron to come out of Jack’s room. When he finally did, he went to his office and then came back into the living room. Except he wasn’t alone, he was holding an evidence box.

“Aar, what is-”

“I’m going to give you all the reasons why you should not go back to him.”

Aaron pulled out a stack of letters. You don’t know how he got those. You left those in your car when you went to the bureau. Then you remembered his team went through your car. They must have taken it. You just sat back, knowing in your mind you would not win against Aaron.

“Look at the letters, Y/n. You wrote these. You wrote these to me. They start off find, but you missed the sign of his verbal abuse when he told you that dress didn’t look good on you. You missed it. That was just a starting point.”

Aaron put that letter on the table and then pulled out a letter where you told Aaron he pushed you down the stairs. He pulled out the photos next.

He laid them all out on the table in front of you and he pointed to a picture of the hand print on your face.

“Look, Y/n! This is his handprint he left on your face on your wedding day. You wrote that in the letter to me. Here’s your wedding dress he ripped because he just wanted to get to you, that he didn’t like. Here’s the lingerie he hated even though you loved. Here’s the bite mark he left on your breast.”

He kept going on and on. All you could do was sit on the couch and cry. You were falling apart. You were reliving all through your trauma, but you were reliving it with Aaron. He was pointing this out to you.

“Here’s one. He didn’t physically abuse you. But this is a different sign of domestic abuse. Let me read it to you.

Aaron,

Tomorrow I have to say goodbye to you. I don’t know how I feel about it. Well, I know how I feel about it. I hate it. I’ve been crying, angry, frustrated, throwing up. Jake won’t let me see you anymore.

He thinks there’s something going on, but we both know there isn’t. You and I just sit at the diner for an hour, and if we’re lucky, maybe two hours, and it’s two hours where I can be myself, I know I won’t get judged by you. I can laugh at whatever stupid jokes you say and I can tell stupid jokes back. I can be myself.

But, they say all good things must come to an end. You were the good thing I had in my life, Aaron Hotchner. You always had been and you always will be, I know that. You’re the greatest gift that life has given me, Aaron.

One. More. Day.”

You were still a crying mess on his couch. Jake didn’t deserve you. You didn’t deserve someone as good as Aaron.

“If that still isn’t enough, Y/n, look at me.”

Aaron pulled out his cellphone and took a picture of your face.

“He did this to you last night, Y/n. You can’t tell me that he has miraculously changed in less than 24 hours. What’s next? Will he push you down the stairs harder and you hit your head against the corner of the wall? Will he try to kill you in you sleep? What example does that set for Mason? If you go back to Jake, all it’s going to do is show Mason how to treat his girlfriend and wife someday. And you know what, you’d be just as guilty as Jake if you let that monster raise your son if you go back to him.”

Mason. It’s when everything clicked for you. Aaron’s right. Jake wins if he creates a mini-version of himself. You won’t have that. You know other women in this world are in a domestic abuse situation who can’t get out. They don’t have the resources you do. They don’t have the will-power that you do because their significant other is manipulative. You can get out, you will get out.

You were sobbing now. Aaron was right, you couldn’t go back. Jake’s lying to you. Jake’s trying to manipulate you into saying he’ll be better. But deep down, you know Aaron’s right. Aaron wrapped his arms around you and when you melted into him, sobbing into his shirt, you know that he knew that he had got through to you.

“You deserve better, Y/n. You always have. For the past 10 years, you were in a loveless marriage. He never loved you. You were just a “thing” for him.”

He held you in his arms and he said, “It’s going to be okay. If he texts you again, don’t answer it. If he calls you, let it go to voicemail. We can’t have you calling and talking to him, especially when there’s a custody battle at stake here.”

You nodded your head and you pulled away from him. Wiping your tears, you cleaned up the photos and letters, placing them back into the box.

“Give those to Dave and JJ tomorrow, but, I want them back Aaron. They need to make photocopies of everything and I want the originals.”

“Of course.”

You smiled at him and you said, “Thank you. Goodnight, Aaron.”

While getting into bed, you couldn’t help but cry yourself to sleep. You were so grateful for Aaron. He deserved everything and more in the world. You drifted off to sleep, knowing Mason would be up bright and early.

***

Maybe you were going to die. You couldn’t be so sure. I mean, you know Jake needs you. Deep down, there’s some love somewhere, but it had to be brought to light. Maybe he could change. If Aaron could change his mind about marrying you, the one good man who you loved so deeply, hurt you in the worst way imaginable. The day that Aaron broke off the engagement was the day that you died, maybe not literally, but it was the start of your downfall. It was the beginning of the end. Aaron breaking your heart solidified you getting ready to take your last breath. Would you blame Aaron? No, because you should have fought harder. That’s why you tried to keep your breaths steady so you could see Aaron one last time.

“Y/n! Y/n, oh god, what did he do to you? What did he- I should have never let you go see him. I knew better! Look what he did to you. Look what I did to you.”

Aaron had rushed to your side, placing pressure over the blood that was pooling out of your stomach. He tried to keep his eyes on you, he wanted to see the life still in your eyes, but the blood was coming out faster and faster.

“Aaron, It’s not your fault. Listen to me. It’s not your fault. Aaron, this was Jake’s fault. Promise me you’ll get him. Promise me you’ll take care of Mason. I know he’s not yours. I know we didn’t have kids, but please, Aaron. I can’t let Mason grow up without anyone who loves him. I know you’ll love him as much as you love Jack, as much as you love me. Please Aaron, please tell me Mason will be in good hands.”

“He will be. Because you and I are going to raise him. The paramedics are on their way. Mason’s going to have a mom AND a dad. We’ll raise Mason together, we’ll have a few Hotchner babies. We’re, we’ll get married, we’ll continue to grow our family. Mason, he’ll, he’ll be okay.”

He saw your eyes begin to flutter close, but you needed to tell him you loved him, make him promise that he’s going to take care of Mason. It was your time.

“No, no. Y/n! Wake up! Wake up!”

“Aaron, it’s time. I’ve lost too much blood. Aaron, please. Please promise me you’ll take care of Mason. Give him all the hugs and kisses you can to that kid for as long as he’ll let you from me.”

“I promise, y/n. I promise. I will.”

“And Aaron, I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Death is a weird thing. It’s like you could still hear everything that was happening around you, but you couldn’t move. It’s like an out-of-body experience. One minute, you were watching Aaron fall apart around you, and the next? You’re watching him take care of your son.

You were in this weird transitional state. You briefly remember what had happened when you closed your eyes for what would be the final time, and how you took your last breath shortly after. For some reason, you felt Aaron’s entire body weight hold you in his arms, almost like his weight was on you. Even for being dead, you still felt the final kiss that he gave you write before you closed your eyes for the last time.

You never wanted to know what it was like to dead, but now that you were here, you could still keep an eye on your son, which is what you were doing now. You weren’t haunting them, just looking out for them. Your son was comfortable around Aaron. Aaron looked exhausted carrying Mason around from daycare to daycare. You saw him and Penelope researching daycare places for Mason in the car. A part of you felt guilty for putting this on Aaron, but you couldn’t help it. You didn’t think it’d ever get this far. You didn’t think Jake would have beaten you to death.

It was only a few months later when you were watching over your three boys in the kitchen. All three of them making a mess and baking cupcakes. Aaron letting the boys consume way too much sugar, but they were having a good time. For the first time in a long time, Aaron looked happy. Jack was an amazing big brother to Mason. As Jack was kneeling on the chair, mixing the frosting together, Aaron’s phone screen went off. It was your sign to try and communicate with him that you were there. You were okay even without physically being alive.

When Aaron looked down at his screen, he smiled. He changed his lock screen a while ago from the bureau logo to a pic of you and him when you two got engaged. That was one of the better moments in his life. His home screen was a picture of Jack and Mason sitting on the swings in the park. Mason may not look like Aaron at all, but he didn’t care. He would tell everyone until the day that he died that he had two sons.

When Mason saw his phone light up, he pointed to the picture and smiled, and said, “Mama! Dada!”

Aaron froze slightly, not sure what to feel. It was just then when Jack started getting super excited that Mason had just said his first words. Aaron had teared up and picked up Mason from where he was holding him on the counter.

Aaron kissed his cheek and said, “That’s right. That’s your Mama.”

Jack said, “Dad! He called you dad!”

You began to cry at the sight of your three boys in the kitchen. Your son said his first words. It was mom and dad. You knew they’d be okay. Aaron was doing an amazing job raising two boys as a single father. Aaron was raising a son that wasn’t his, but in that very moment, anyone who would encounter your family would think that Mason was his and Aaron would always make sure of it.

When he got both boys to bed that night, Aaron got in his bed and pulled out a candle.

“Hi, Haley. Usually I do this with Jack, but tonight, I wanted to talk to Y/n. I hope you two are both watching over us. I’ll talk to you soon with Jack. I miss you, Haley and I’m sorry.”

You were in the room watching Aaron sit on his bed with the candle in his hand, back leaning up against the headboard. You really wish you could hug him and tell him how proud you are of him for raising two boys as a single father, for raising one who wasn’t even his.

“Hey Y/n, Mason said his first word today. It was ‘mama’. Jack got so excited when he said it. He called me Dada. I, I don’t know how I feel about it. I mean, I love it. It means he’s got trust. He knows I’m there to take care of him, but at the same time, you should be here, too. You should get to here Mason calling you Mama and calling me, Dada. God, I hate Jake, he did this to you, y/n. You’re gone and he gets to live and sit in prison. You didn’t deserve that. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you.”

Aaron broke down crying and you began to cry yourself. While you weren’t there physically with him, only the ghost of you moved closer to him and wrapped your arms around him while he cried. You could touch him all you wanted, but he wouldn’t feel you there. That’s what hurt the most.

It hurt knowing that Jake won. It hurt knowing that you were gone and Mason would never remember what it felt like to be held by his mom. It hurt knowing you would never marry Aaron, would never get to have a child that was half you and half him. It hurt watching Aaron struggle everyday after losing two people he loved and raising two kids as a single father.

“I miss you, every day, Y/n. I’m sorry I couldn’t do more to protect you. I’m sorry I broke off our engagement all those years ago. But, I’m going to keep my promise. I’m going to keep giving Mason all the hugs and kisses I can. I’m going to take care of him and talk about you everyday. I love you, watch over us, please.”

****

You shot up out of bed, waking up in a sweat. Were you dead? What the heck was going on?

You were breathing really heavy, you were sweaty. When you turned the lamp on, you saw Mason sleeping. You slowed your breathing down. You were okay. You were at Aaron’s. You needed him. You wanted to sleep but were afraid if you fell asleep on your own, you’d have another nightmare.

You brought the baby monitor with you and walked your way into Aaron’s room. You saw him sleeping. You had second thoughts. Should you wake him up? Should you just get in bed with him?

You apparently didn’t think to long, the next thing you were doing was quietly shaking Aaron’s arm, whispering his name.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

He turned on his lamp, sat up, and took a look at the state you were in.

“i-I had a nightmare. I want a restraining order against Jake. I want him to go to jail for what he did to me. I want sole custody of Mason. I can’t let him win, Aaron. I can’t.”

You began to cry and you wrapped your arms around Aaron. He held you in his arms and said, “We’ll take care of it. Let’s get you back to bed. Come on, you can sleep with me.”

You wiped your tears and whispered, “Thank you.”

Aaron got up from his bed and he walked into his bathroom to grab you a cup of water. You got in on the opposite of where Aaron slept and got in. He gave you the glass of water and after you took a sip of it, he got in bed next to you. He turned off the light and adjusted his sheets.

He turned on his side to face you and said, “Do you want to talk about it?”

You turned to face him and you could just make out a little bit of his face in the moonlight. You knew he wasn’t going to let it go until you told him what it was about, but he also knew that he had to let you process it yourself.

“I just know that I had gone to see Jake and he had beat me to death. Aaron, you came to try and save me, but, it was too late. He had already done more than enough damage. You watched me take my last breath. But when I was dead, I was still there with you. I had watched you and Penelope go to multiple daycares, researching the best ones for Mason. I watched you fall apart but keep yourself together for the sake of the boys. I watched you be a father to a child that wasn’t yours. I-I, it must had been a few months since I had passed because I saw an older Mason, older Jack, I watched you light a candle after Mason had said “Mama and Dada” for the first time. I watched you fall apart speaking to me and Haley. Aaron, I can’t do this with Jake. I saw what my future was like and I don’t want to die knowing I didn’t listen to you. I don’t want Jake to win. I-I can’t lose you just yet.”

Aaron saw the look of fright on your face. He grabbed your hand and squeezed it. He kissed your forehead, giving himself a moment to calm you down.

“I don’t want to lose you, but if you died. I would take Mason in in a heartbeat. There are no ifs, ands, and buts about it. It was just a nightmare. You’re going to be okay, y/n. We have a good lawyer, we have the evidence, you have a place to stay. Tell ya what, when we talk to the lawyer tomorrow, we’re going to start moving you out of that house. Okay?”

You nodded your head, thankful for Aaron at that moment.

“I would never kick you out, you know you can stay here for as long as you need. If you want to move out, we’ll look for somewhere safe for you and Mason. If you want to stay for a bit, we’ll fix up the guest room up into however you’ll like.”

You placed your hand on his cheek and began to rub your thumb gently back and forth. 15 years ago you were in bed with a man you had loved more than anything in the world. Here you are 15 years later, with the same man. It’s not how you thought life would have taken you to get back to him, but you had.

“Thank you, Aaron. I mean it.”

“Let’s get some sleep. Come on. Goodnight.”

You had closed your eyes, your hand retreating back to your side of the bed. You didn’t know it, but Aaron didn’t fall back asleep until you had fallen into a deep sleep and heard your little snores. That’s what really gave it away. But that was something he had always loved about you.

He would always love you. To him, you had no flaws, you were perfect. It was him who was a mess. But, right now, getting through these past few days have been rough on him. All the guilt that consumed him for breaking the engagement off led you to this trauma-filled life with Jake.

Just knowing that when this was all said and done with that he was going to propose to you, it made him fall asleep with love in his heart and more excitement than ever. He knew you were going to be his wife when everything was over. He was just grateful that you came to him when you needed help, otherwise, who knows; your nightmare might have became a reality.

He pmoved closer to you that night, proceeding to wrap his arm over you, pulling you into his chest. He just wanted one night where he could hold you in his arms and make sure you were going to feel loved by someone in the morning.

And that’s what he did when you and him woke up in the morning at the sounds of Mason beginning to talk in his pack-and-play. You were greeted with his arms around you, a little squeeze around your waist as he whispered, “Good Morning.”

You felt safe with him. He was your person. You had always wanted to marry this man. You were just hoping that he’d want to marry you, even with all the baggage you had.

Little did you know, he had always loved you and would always love you no matter what happened from here on out.

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title: Hope

summary: "Idia," you lift your gaze, meeting with his. He looks nervous, almost afraid. "I want to be your friend."

ship: Idia x gn!reader

word count: 2,125

note: takes place near the end of ch.6! so spoilers if you haven’t read that far!

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The day, or rather night, comes to an end. Guests lingered about Ramshackle longer than expected as they immersed themselves in competition with video games. Laughter came from victory or misplays, arguments were unavoidable but subdued by another round of gaming, and tips and tricks were given when deemed necessary.

Despite everything, it was a fun evening.

After escaping school and stopping another Overblot, it was nice to see a scene like this play out. Especially after having the dorm renovated. There was nothing to worry about at the moment, only who would play next.

Things felt...normal. And for a moment, you felt like you belonged in this world.

One by one, your guests left until Idia and Ortho were the last ones standing. The experienced gamer and his robotic brother could definitely remain on the couch playing until the sun comes up. While you were fond of the Idia, you were not accustomed to these late-night sessions. You made terribly obvious miss plays and your eyes struggled to stay open and focus on the now blinding screen. Not even Grim lasted this long.

"It's getting really late," Ortho says as this round comes to an end. "We should get going, brother."

Idia looks at his brother then around the room. The lack of people and darkness is comforting until he realizes that he may have overstayed his welcome.

"Yeah, y-you're right."

"I'll walk you guys out," you say, already getting to your feet with a stretch.

"N-No, it's fine! You don't have to," Idia protests. "We've stayed longer than we should have. You can go to bed, you don't have to-"

"It's okay. Another few minutes won't hurt. Besides, I'd be a poor guest if I left you two to leave on your own."

Idia looks like he wants to object, but holds his tongue. He simply nods and waits for you to lead the way.

The walk from the lounge to the entrance of Ramshackle is short. You do your best to hold back a yawn to not seem that tired. You're certain Ortho knows it, he is a robot who can read vitals after all. Maybe that's why he brought it up in the first place? If it weren't for him, who knows when you would have done so.

You were enjoying being in Idia's company. Things felt a little awkward at first as the last time you saw him was during his whole Overblot incident. But you could tell he was trying his best to make things right in his own way. And you were glad that he left his room, a real struggle for him, to be here with a group of people.

"Thanks for...everything," you say to Idia as you lean against the door.

He's only taken a step out before your words make him freeze. The housewarden's gaze turns downward. Glowing yellow eyes glance your way before looking back to the ground.

"I don't think I'm deserving of thanks," he breathes out. "I did a lot to you and the others. I went into total villain mode and almost lost..." He gulps. "It...should really be me thanking you guys."

The last part comes out more as a whisper as he tries to bury his head into his jacket. A part of you thinks you imagined it in your tired state. It's rare to see him so vulnerable.

"Hey, it's no problem! After all, that's what friends are for, right?" You say with a smile as you push yourself off the door frame. "It was nice being able to spend time with you. Ortho to." You pause, a soft gaze in your eyes as you look at the brothers. "I'm glad you're both okay."

Alive, is what you really wanted to say. The fear of losing each person who reached their Overblot state was something that you could not adjust to. And this one had been extremely terrifying considering you could have lost not just one person, but two.

"We are too!" Ortho chirps. He hovers over to you, eyes shining as bright as the stars. "Could we come back another time to play with you again?"

"Of course! Ramshackle's doors are always open!" You chuckle at the thought of how they used to be literally always open. Now, you welcomed everyone. You couldn't- wouldn't turn another student away. Even if it was sometimes forced upon you, you just couldn't say no.

"Then we'll be back! Right, brother?"

"Yeah, we'll be back," he parrots, quietly. He still had yet to fully look at you, mind seeming to be elsewhere in the moment.

"Well, see you guys then. Get back to your dorm safe."

You wave and stay at the door, eyes glued to the brothers as they take their leave. Their hair stands out in the night, allowing a bright blue hue to gently blanket them. Seeing them both puts your heart at ease.

As you turn to go inside, you pause. You bite down on your lip, recalling their earlier conversation. You were sure it was meant to be just between them, but you couldn't help but eavesdrop as the volume in the room lowered.

Loneliness. Hopelessness. Despair.

Strong feelings that had trapped the elder brother for years. There's more to it, you're sure of it. Idia was alone for so long, suffering in silence. Even with Ortho, there was only so much his younger brother could do. And only so much Idia would allow him to.

Would he return to how he once was after tonight? Would he shut himself in his room again? If he had doubts about forming friendships with all of you- couldn't you find a way to make him believe that it's all true? Can't you give him a piece of hope?

You shake your head and turn around. The brothers are at the gates. It's now or never.

"Wait!"

You shout, loud enough for Grim to hear your voice and twitch in his sleep on the couch. Idia is startled by the sudden noise. You see his figure jolt and turn to face you. He pulls his arms in front of his chest, taking a step back as you make a mad dash toward them. In his eyes, a human running at him in the dark is terrifying . Especially when he starts to think that you hate him all of a sudden.

"Eep! Whatever I did, I'm sorry!"

When you catch up to them, you grip the sleeve of his jacket. You hold onto it tightly as you catch your breath. It doesn't do much to support you, but you can keep him from running.

"Prefect?" Ortho tilts his head, curiosity, and worry in his eyes.

"I..." You take in a breath. You didn't really think this through. You're tired and can't formulate proper thoughts, let alone words to sway Idia's negativity. And now that you're here, you have no choice but to follow through on this.

"Idia," you lift your gaze, meeting with his. He looks nervous, almost afraid. "I want to be your friend."

The bold statement catches him off guard, confusion clearly overtaking any fear that stained his face.

"You don't have to believe me. I want you to and there isn't really a way I can prove it." You were regretting opening your mouth now with how 'cringe' this was going, as Idia would say. "But, if I could...just know that I'd be willing to share your curse with you. I'm not even sure if that's possible for someone like me," you let out a laugh. What were you even saying? "Doing that would mean you wouldn't be alone anymore, right? You'd have at least one person by your side and that's better than none. Err, well, one." You couldn't forget Ortho.

Both brothers are silent. It's hard to read Ortho as he stares at you, probably processing what you just said. Meanwhile, Idia has his eyes wide, cheeks tinted with a pink blush. His hair sizzles, the tips changing to a pink hue to match. His mouth wavers, but no words come from him.

Damn. Maybe you said something wrong?

"Y-You can't just go ahead and say something like that!" He shouts and pulls away from your grasp. His eyes are kept on you before he makes a quick turn and runs faster than you thought any gamer could.

"Brother!" Ortho gasps before bowing his head. "Thank you for the kind words. I'm sure my brother appreciates it." He calls out for Idia again before following after him.

"Good night!"

As they disappear, you let your smile fall. You weren't sure what to expect after rambling out the first thing you could think of. Idia isn't one to have a normal conversation and you doubt friendship was something that would be on his mind, especially one that would last a lifetime. Perhaps it was a little too strong to offer something like that? Or maybe you shouldn't have brought up his curse.

"I hope I didn't screw this up..." You mumble before heading back to your dorm.

~...~

"Ortho! Did you hear what they said?!" Idia breathes heavily as he stands in his mess of a room. Used to his own clutter, even in his current state he knows the safest path. "That was some top-tier hero speech! Like they were giving a friendship talk to the final boss. How...How could they say that so casually?! How...could they even consider it? And without knowing the full details..."

His moment of shock had faded, being overtaken by a new feeling. There's a loud pounding in his chest. It should be from overexerting himself from his little run, but this feels different. Even as he regains his composure and evens his breathing, his heart never stops thumping.

You had to be crazy, delusional to even suggest something like that to him. Especially after he was so close to destroying the world. Something like that only happened in fiction. He knows that in reality, he'd be shunned and hated.

And yet...

He can't forget the look in your eyes, the sincerity, and determination. Even in the darkness, you were shining with your words of hope. Not once did your gaze flicker nor did you stumble in your declaration. He definitely had to be hallucinating.

"They were lying, weren't they?"

"Nope!" Ortho answers. "I felt no malicious intent behind the Prefect's words. It seems like an unusual thing to say, but I believe they meant what they said."

Even his brother believed them?!

"Traitor..." he mumbles before falling onto his bed. He lies on his back, raising an arm to cover his eyes. "What a protagonist thing to say. Wanting to share my curse..."

"Isn't that a good thing?" Ortho hovers at his side. "What they said is correct. When you return, you would have someone with you. Someone you know and like!"

"D-Don't blurt that out!" Idia shouts, immediately sitting up in his bed. He shoots a weak glare at his brother before lying back in bed, his back facing him. "I'm sure...they only meant it as friends. Enemies to-to... that doesn't happen so easily."

And not for him. The curse is meant for the Shroud family . Not friends. No matter how much he may like the Prefect, nothing would blossom between them. He just avoided his bad-end route, so how could he jump into a good-end one?

"But declaring to live your life with someone is almost like a proposal. I can go ask them to clarify what they meant."

"Please, don't." Idia doubts that will stop his curious brother. "I...I'll ask them the next time we're over."

"If you are, then I won't!"

He lets out a sigh, grateful that it worked. But now, he has to live up to what he said. And just thinking about it makes his chest flutter, giving him scenarios of a better life, one he'd only dream of. There was a possibility of it becoming true, while as low as pulling an even only SSR, the chance is still there.

Hope is disgusting. It only glimmers like a star before flickering out of existence. As much as he wishes to forget it, the glimpse will always be burned into his being. This shouldn't be any different.

And yet, he feels like this spark of hope will be. Ghastly thoughts linger at the edge of the light yet never dare to enter it. This almost feels like a dream. A day he'd never thought would come, had. An eternal friendship is being formed. A secret route is unlocked.

Maybe he could become the protagonist in his own life and he'd start this new route with you.

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