our Kuro Crest Story that was released today to reach 22,000 copies through
only furage day!!!! We even received 2nd on the Oricon Daily
chart! This is so amazing, it’s because of everyone so thank you (｀；ω；´)(｀；ω；´)
It’s really amazing I had been afraid (of the sale count) this whole time so I’m
for 2nd place in Oricon
2 2, 0 0 0 c o p I e s o n t
h e f i r s t d a y
Kuro Crest Story / After the Rain
We did it aaa―――!!!
Thank you very much!!! Really!!!!! (
Last Note: “It’s a
super nice album so it’s great that it has reached many people’s hands!! Right
now, I like “Moumoku Shoujo to Grisaille” the most but more importantly I heard
a rumor that there’s a confidential panty-showing scene in the hot springs DVD so
I’ll search for it, okay”
you so much yah… I’m also quite pleased with “Moumoku Shoujo to Grisaille”! If
you’re going to do that, I will include Last Note’s home address in all of my
lyrics and create a song.”
to Soraru-san and Mafumafu-san! I couldn’t wait for Amazon so I went to Animate
for the 2nd time in my life to get it. I even put on a cap and
glasses for no reason and wore a puzzling disguise but the store clerk at
Animate was really nice, Lon was in a flurry mochi”
thank you very much… you even went to the store didn’t you… I’m very happy!
Congratulations for Goma-chan!”
congratulations Mafumafu-san! The truth is, I wanted to sneak into the
handshake event, but I was denied by Soraru-san! I’ll listen to it lei－surely－!”
Soraru: “Eh, what
happened to ordering it online ww Thanks for going out of your way to do this! I’m
glad you weren’t exposed, Lon-san!”
Lon: “I didn’t
want to call the delivery staff about redelivery so! I was nearly exposed!”
with this bonus DVD!!?! Hot springs!!?! Could this possibly be questionable
footage!!?! (Watching with half-opened eyes)”
Request where the reader watches cartoons on breaks and days off (Bee and Puppycat, baman piderman) to get rid of nightmares and triggers of her job, soon she recruits everyone to watch, Spencer first ( even JJ and Henry, Hotch and Jack.) Big cuddles
This is a cute idea! I will be using different cartoons, mostly ones that I’m familiar with, but I hope you enjoy your story nonetheless, because here it is, comin’ ‘atcha!
Throwing the door open to your apartment, you drop your go-bag at your feet as you jump, shaking your coat off as your breathing begins to pick up. You felt your temperature rising and your legs were already beginning to shake.
It had been a long case. 13 days from home was enough to drive anyone insane, but when you were exactly what the unsub was looking for, looking over your shoulder became exhausting and paranoia-inducing.
And that’s not always the greatest combination for someone struggling with anxiety.
Dashing over to your television set-up, you throw open a drawer as you dig through, finding the self-made disk with hours of cartoon videos on it. Mashing buttons on your DVD player as it finally springs to life, your trembling fingers shove the DVD into the slot as you lay back onto the floor, the whirring of the disk spinning in its cage settling your nerves as the TV begins to glare into the dark room, the sound of the Tom and Jerry theme song striking up as a relieved smile begins to creep across your cheeks.
Your favorite childhood memories.
The things you set alarms for on Saturday mornings before scrambling to make yourself a bowl of cereal.
That was a good idea.
Rising to your feet as you head into your kitchen, you throw open your cabinet dedicated to your sugary addiction as your fingers drift over the boxes before settling on the oh-so-delicious Reese’s Pieces.
You were feeling a barrel tumbler.
Grasping your gigantic to-go cup, you pour the cereal into it as it clinks on the sides, the smell of the peanut-butter and chocolate-y mix causing your mouth to water as you place the box down before heading to the fridge and throwing it open for the milk.
And much to your dismay, there was absolutely no milk.
“Fuck!” you exclaim, slamming the door as you feel the tears brewing behind your eyes.
Charging into the TV room as you pick up the remote and jam the pause button, you grab your keys as tears spring to your eyes, your breathing picking back up as your hands begin to shake.
Throwing your sunglasses on at 8 o’clock at night, you barge into the grocery store as you make a beeline for the milk in the back, making a mental note to grab two gallons instead of only one.
Wrenching the door open as you thrust your hands into the refrigerated enclosure, you hear a rough, familiar voice emanate from behind you.
Whipping around as your eyes widen behind your sunglasses, you hold two gallons of milk at your sides as your boss and his son stare at you, confusion wafting across both of their faces.
“You alright?” Hotch asks.
Nodding slowly, you lift the gallons of milk as you say, “Needed more milk for my cereal.”
Your voice cracked at the tail end, much to your disappointment.
And you could tell by your boss’s face that he caught it.
“Cereal for dinner?” he asks, his eyebrows stitching closer together.
“Mhm,” you murmur, lowering them to your sides, “cereal and cartoons.”
“Cartoons!” Jack exclaims, “Daddy, can we go watch cartoons at her house?”
The sentiment made your cheek twitch lightly with a grin.
“No son, I’m sure that Miss Y/L/N doesn’t want to be bothered right now…” he meanders off, his eyes side-glancing you as you take in a sharp breath through your nose.
“If it’s alright with your father, then it’s alright with me. But rest assured, the only thing I have to eat right now is cereal,” you say, your sunglasses slipping down the bridge of your nose just long enough for Hotch to catch your reddened, puffy eyes.
“Cereal for dinner sounds awesome!” Henry interjects, running around the corner as the two boys embrace each other, with J.J. and Spencer close on his heels.
“Oh, hey guys!” Spencer breathes as you whip your head to him.
“Needed milk, I see?” he says, throwing you a little smirk as your face hardens again.
You felt your breathing slowly begin to pick up again.
“Y/N?” J.J. asks.
You felt your head begin to buzz.
You needed to get home.
You needed to decompress.
You needed to be able to breathe again.
“Miss Y/N?” Jack asks as you clench your jaw and swallow deep.
“Whoever wants cereal and cartoons is more than welcome at my apartment, but please you guys…I gotta get out of here.”
And with that, you pushed through the overwhelming crowd growing as you scurry to the counter, your tears slipping underneath your sunglasses as you throw a $10 dollar bill at the cashier and grab your milk, jogging quickly out of the grocery store as you leave your team and their kids in the dust, confusion and worry spread across their faces.
Leaving your door wide open as you run into your kitchen, you throw open your fridge as you toss one gallon into the door and sling the other up onto the counter.
Your anxiety was running high, and you could barely get the top off of the milk.
Feeling your glasses slip the rest of the way off of your nose, they clatter to your feet as the tears continue to pour down your face, your hand slipping as the cap to the gallon of milk goes crashing to the ground, rolling away as your eyes dart for it frantically.
You hadn’t even realized that everyone from the grocery store had pulled up, parked, and come through your front door.
“Hey kids,” Spencer coos as he dips down in front of Jack and Henry, “why don’t you guys go press play on the cartoons? We will bring you guys your cereal.”
“Ok,” Henry says, going in search of the remote as Jack follows suit.
Picking it up in your trembling fingers as your vision begins to tunnel, your hand outstretches to grasp the wall as you try to pull in big, long breaths.
Until you heard the sound of Tom and Jerry rolling in the background.
Slowly rolling your eyes over towards the sound, you see Hotch, Spencer, and J.J. taking close stock of you, your swollen face and your red-rimmed eyes giving away your anxiety as you slowly rise up, rolling your shoulders back a you clear your throat.
“Um…bowls are, are up here,” you say as you point beside you, “and that cabinet right there,” you continue as you move your finger in front of you, “is filled with the cereals.”
Walking towards your huge tumbler of cereal as you reach for the gallon of milk, your unsteady hand begins to drop it as Hotch comes rushing to your side, grasping it before it can hit the floor as tears begin to pour from your eyes once more.
“We’ve got this,” J.J. coos, grasping your shoulders as she pushes you slowly towards Spencer, “we can bring in everyone’s cereal as we get it ready.”
Feeling Spencer take your hands, his worried eyes running over your body, he slowly leads you into the room as the sounds of the Rugrats theme song wafts through your ears, along with the belly-laughter of two beautifully naive little boys.
You wanted them to stay that way forever.
Feeling Spencer sit you down on the couch, you feel him sit beside you, his leg propping up and pressing into the back of the couch as he puts his arms up under yours, pulling you to him as he holds you close.
“Just breathe…” he murmurs lowly, his hands stroking your arms as the trembling in your body slowly dissipates.
“Who wants cereal!?” J.J. taunts, coming into the room with bowls for the boys as they squeal with delight.
“Best dinner ever!” Henry says as he takes the bowl from his mom.
“Thanks, kid,” she mocks, rolling her eyes as a grin spreads across your cheeks.
“Here, Reid,” Hotch says, handing him a bowl as you sit up slightly.
“And for the big kid…” Hotch says, his eyes dancing across you softly as he hands you your tumblr.
“Wow! That’s a really big bowl,” Jack says.
“Well, I have a really big tummy,” you say, winking at the boy as he giggles.
“Oo! Oo! Oo!” Henry exclaims as he points at the TV, “Bugs Bunny!”
“Yeah!” Jack exclaims.
“You’re the coolest, Miss Y/N!” Henry yelps as he begins to munch on his cereal.
You felt your smile broaden as you watch J.J. take up residence with the boys on the opposite couch.
“Mind if I sit?” Hotch asks, motioning to the cushion that your legs were covering as you raise your eyes to him.
Raising your legs, you curl them towards you as he sits, balancing his bowl of cereal in his hand as he drops down before ushering to your legs.
“Come on,” he says, patting his lap as you tentatively lower your legs back onto him.
Turning your perplexed gaze back to the screen, you laugh along with the boys as you feel Spencer chuckle behind you, a smile gracing both J.J. and Hotch’s faces as everyone munches on their cereal, their eyes glued to the television screen.
Drinking your milk from your tumbler as J.J. begins to gather the boys’ empty bowls, you try to wave her off as she locks her eyes with you.
“I’ve got it,” she enunciates.
“Is this how you unwind from cases?” Spencer asks as you cock your head back to look at him.
“Just the rough ones,” you say, slowly turning your head to the forefront as you feel Hotch’s stare permeate your face.
“Are you alright?” he asks, his hand mindlessly caressing your legs on his lap as you try desperately to blink back tears.
“A few more cartoons and I’ll be ready for bed,” you snicker, swallowing hard as you clench your jaw.
“Doggy pile!” you hear the boys scream, jumping up and flopping down onto you as you laugh, your hands flying everywhere as you tickle the boys.
“Biiiiiiiiig mistake!” you roar, a smile encompassing your face as J.J. gets in on the tickle action.
“We’ve got you pinned now!” she yelps.
“I surrender! I surrender!” Jack exclaims breathlessly, his face red as he holds his hands to his stomach.
“We give up!” Henry pants.
“Can we watch a few more, Miss Y/N?” Jack asks, his eyes pleading as you cup his sweaty face in your hands.
“You guys like Power Rangers?” you ask, a smile spreading across your face.
“Yeah!” the both exclaim.
“Do you like Power Rangers?” Hotch asks, his eyebrow cocked in the air as you giggle lightly.
“Yep,” you say, popping the “p” as you reach for the remote.
And as the boys sit on the floor in front of the couch, with J.J. in the middle as she wraps her arms around them both, the group of you watch through three episodes before the boys’ eyes start to droop.
“Looks like you guys nee a bed,” J.J. coos, her hands rubbing their backs as they shake their heads lazily.
“We’re not tired…” Henry trails off.
“Speak for yourself…” Jack lulls.
You felt Spencer’s stomach jump behind you as he chuckled at the boys.
“We better get these guys home,” Hotch says, patting your legs as you slowly rear them up.
“Thank you so much for having us,” J.J. says, smiling kindly at you as she picks Henry up in her arms.
“You gonna be alright?” Hotch asks, picking up Jack as his eyes connect with yours.
“I’m always alright,” you muse, throwing him a tired smile as he scolds you silently.
“I know, I know…” you trail off, feeling your own eyes begin to lazily drop closed as Spencer pulls you ever so closer to him.
“You comin’, Reid?” J.J. asks as they open your front door.
“I’m gonna catch a couple more, just to make sure she’s alright,” he says, his hand coming up to smooth down your hair as his other arm holds your stomach tight.
“Alright,” Hotch says, smiling lightly as he ushers everyone out the door, closing the door behind him as Spencer hears it click.
“Wanna turn it back to Bugs Bunny?” Spencer asks, turning his attention back to you as he reaches for the remote in your lap.
But your chest was rising and falling, and your eyes were screwed tightly shut.
And as Spencer smiles lightly, his body wiggling as he slowly shifts himself down onto the couch, he scrolls through and begins playing the Bugs Bunny cartoons as he grabs the blanket off of the back of the couch, spreading it over the two of you as he holds you close to him in his arm.
I really hope they make a DVD of the Spring Awakening revival for all the deaf people out there who can’t go to Broadway to see the show. Just imagine them being able to see it, to finally be able to feel what we all feel when we see or listen to that musical…