if only i could forget some of the emotional trauma these two have caused me

shitfacedanon  asked:

companions react to say a drunken sole revealing their parents were abusive as fuck and getting upset and emotional about it

Trigger warning for mention/discussion of abuse.


Cait: She understands all too well. But the only way she knows how to deal with those feelings is with substance abuse. She sits Sole down with an assortment of drugs and pours them both a glass of liquor, pausing to take a swig from the bottle before setting it aside. “It doesn’t go away,” she states, more serious than Sole has ever seen her. “But they’re fuckin’ dead now, and we’re not. Now we drink ‘til we forget they ever existed. Sláinte.”

Codsworth: “Oh, Mx. Sole…” He was programmed with the knowledge of how to deal with Sole’s particular issues, but hadn’t ever thought to wonder what caused those issues. Codsworth speaks gently as he escorts Sole to bed, holding their hair back when they vomit and tucking them in. He has hangover cures in the morning, and a hot bath prepared. “Good morning, Mx. Sole,” he says. “Ready to face a new day?”

Curie: She listens as Sole sobs out their trauma, and when they’re more coherent, she speaks. “I have never thought I could hate someone,” she says, a delicate furrow to her brow. “But I believe I may hate your parents, even if that is a terrible thing to say.” She shakes her head, and leans forward to place her hand over Sole’s. “I do not know how much help I can give, but as your nurse, and as your friend, I will help you, however you will let me.”

Danse: Normally he doesn’t care for inebriation. “Sole, this behavior is not-” But this time, he sees Sole’s eyes. Sees the years of struggling and crying, of burying terrible things deep inside oneself to try and cope. He makes a choked, angry noise, and rushes forward to hold them close. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs into their hair. “So sorry, Sole.” He doesn’t know what else to say. He hugs tighter, whispering those words over again, trying to drown out Sole’s demons.

Deacon: He struggles, for a moment, to find the right answer, the right joke or piece of advice to make it all better. That evades him, and he sighs, taking a breath and speaking honestly - for once. “I hate to see you beat yourself up like this, boss. Whatever they did to you, they don’t own you. You gotta remember that. Everything you’ve done, here, now? Shows you don’t need to be scared. They have no power over you. You’re safe.”

Dogmeat: At first he thinks Sole’s agitated movements are a sign of play. But when Sole starts to cry, he understands, ears drooping as he whines, bumping his nose against their leg. He doesn’t leave their side, pacing around them in circles and making noises at them until they stop and pet him. Then he jumps up and licks their face, trying to get rid of their salty tears, trying to distract them from whatever’s made them sad.

Hancock: At first, an irrational rage takes him. Anybody who’d hurt a kid like that - let alone Sole like that - deserves an immediate stabbing. But comforting Sole takes precedent. “Hey, now. Come on.” He takes their cheek in one rough hand, pulling them to him with the other. “What do some bastards from two hundred years ago matter. You and me? We got the whole world ahead of us. I won’t let anybody hurt you.”

Nick Valentine: “Alright, I think that’s enough of that.” He takes away the liquor despite Sole’s protests, taking them home with a hand on their back. “Guess it was only a matter of time before you confessed - and yes, I had an inkling.” He gives them a gentle, bittersweet smile, ruffling their hair with his claw. “Let’s get you to bed, kid. We can talk about this tomorrow.” He sighs, shaking his head. “Sometimes I can’t stand how Justice is so fickle.”

MacCready: “Goddamn.” For a moment, he forgets not to swear. “I’ve heard of Commonwealth discipline, but… Jesus. That’s a little much.” He shakes his head, awkwardly reaching over to rest his hand on Sole’s shoulder. “That sucks. I, uh… I never really had parents, so I don’t know what that’d be like, but. That doesn’t deserve to happen to anybody.” He presses his lips together, and holds up a liquor bottle. “What do you say we get even more drunk?”

Piper: Tears appear in the corner of her eyes, and she comes forward, gripping Sole in a tight hug. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, Sole. I can’t believe something like that happened to you.” She’s not sure what to do in this kind of situation, but she insists on doing something for Sole. “Come on, Blue. Anything. We gotta do something positive together. Gotta show those bastards that we’re better than them. We gotta try and be happy.” 

Preston: He nods solemnly. “A lot of the young kids who joined the Minutemen had home lives like that,” he says. “They joined up to get away from their parents. I can’t imagine what it was like having to live through that, Sole. I’m sorry. If there’s anything I can do, you let me know.” He gives a weak chuckle, observing Sole’s drunken form. “If you remember this in the morning, that is. … I will, though. I won’t forget.” 

Strong: PARENTS? ABUSE? Super Mutants have no concept of family aside from all other mutants being their ‘brothers.’ But that’s more in a clan sense than a family unit sense. Sole goes on and on, slurring their words the more they drink, and Strong isn’t sure what they mean by all this, but nods when Sole looks at him for input. That’s the best he can do. 

X6-88: “I understand.” He stares blankly at them as Sole lifts their head, surprise showing through their drunken stupor. X6 hesitates, displaying a rare emotion. “Courser training procedures are… intense,” he says at last. He offers no other explanation, but. Perhaps that is enough. Sole nods, slowly, and gestures to the seat next to them, taking out another glass as if to pour into it. X6 nods in turn, takes the seat, and they drink, quietly, together.

29 May 2107

[Outside the Mill with Robert, Aaron and Victoria]

ROBERT: *Sighs* I really don’t need this Vic. I’m so tired of this storyline and I don’t want to talk about it anymore.

VICTORIA: Baby. I was worried about you. Baby.

ROBERT: Why?

VICTORIA: Baby. You’re gonna be a dad. Baby. We must talk about this. Baby.

ROBERT: I really don’t want to talk about it. (Fandom: Let him not talk about it. No one wants to hear about it.)

VICTORIA: Baby. Of course there is. Baby.

ROBERT: I don’t want to be involved in this storyline. Rebecca doesn’t want me involved. I’m not sure she wants to be involved either considering how wishy washy the Plot has made her about it.

VICTORIA: Baby. Aaron, please talk some sense into him. Baby. I mean I know he cheated on you and you only just found out about that and the pregnancy but clearly you care more about this potential Baby than anything else. Have I mentioned that there’s a Baby? Because…Baby.

AARON: *laughs* (Fandom: Hey Aaron, looking good in that new but slightly different black hoodie you’re wearing. We’re laughing at all this too.)

VICTORIA: Baby. What? That’s all you’ve got? Baby.

*Aaron stares off into the distance, wishing he had never learned about the Plot*

ROBERT: Happy now? Stop upsetting my #BeautifulHusband. I’m doing that enough for everyone right now. Just let me get on with it. So…now if everyone is done telling me how I should be feeling…

AARON: That’s not what I was doing… (Fandom: Wait…what?)

VICTORIA: BABY! BABY! BABY! NO ROBERT! I WANT TO TALK ABOUT THE BABY! I DON’T CARE IF THIS IS NOT A RATIONAL REACTION IN ANY WAY!!! *Fandom Eyeroll*

ROBERT: NO! I’m not wasting anymore of my life or screen time on this!

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My Idol: Part Seventeen

My Idol
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

My Idol is a South Korean competitive reality dating game show. It currently airs on Wednesday nights on Jae-bummer’s blog. First broadcast in 2016, the show offers the opportunity for a lucky fan to go on seven blind dates with seven idols. The idol plans the date with the show throwing in specific missions to complete during the day. At the end of the initial dates, the show opens up an audience vote to decide what three idols will move on to the second date.

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Communication | Zen/Hyun Ryu x Reader

Rating: Teen
Word Count: 1,822
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Summary: You have difficulty explaining something to Zen, so you write a letter instead.
Author’s Comment: A bit of a more personal piece, but one I want to share all the same.

They say that scars eventually fade with time, but that wasn’t always necessarily the case. Some scars stayed with you forever, deeply rooted into your heart from a time long ago that you wish you could forget. There were days you could pretend that those scars were never there, hiding behind smiles and laughter, but they still lingered in the depths of your mind. They were there in those small actions and careful choice of words or lack thereof, even if you were never fully conscious of them.

“Hey, babe?” Zen spoke up, breaking the comfortable silence in the living room as the two of you sat nestled together on the couch with you between his legs, your nose buried into a book while the actor absentmindedly ran his fingers through your hair from behind you.

“Hm?” You made a small sound of acknowledgement of having heard the young man, but you were still somewhat distracted in the story you were reading.

Zen hummed as he contemplated on how to phrase his question. “I’m not pressuring you or anything, but do you think you could introduce me to your family some time?”

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So this could be a series or something buuuuut yeah this is what I’ve got so far😌 ~

‘Dad…dad, look’

Luke casts a glance over to the top of the table where his youngest of the 8 rambunctious but well-meaning children, Junior, has sat in a normal seat for dinner for the first time. Gone is the high chair and somewhat of a throne amongst the elder peasants -siblings - of his home, Junior is an equal, just as much as he is equal to his brothers and sister’s big blue eyes which are currently all focused on the food prepared for the meal they’re scoffing down.

As the smallest of the bunch, Luke can’t help but feel a sense of primal protection spike within him towards Luke Junior. To put it kindly; his baby had not been born to last much time on the Earth. Every move, every heartbeat, every grin from ear to ear was constituted as miraculous (more so to Luke than the doctors) and after a tiring 2 years of constant watching and holding your breaths, as Luke Junior continued to break through the barriers of development similarly to his seven brothers and sisters before him, it became a relief that he didn’t need a careful eye watching him from the end of the table.

There is a total of 10 at the table for once, what with Luke’s eldest three now joining the later soccer practice team which was to be scheduled for after dinner, and his only daughter had ended her seemingly never-ending strike of eating with her dolls and dinosaurs, finally returning downstairs to enjoy the company of the rest of her family.

A good homemade beef casserole had been prepared, courtesy of the kids’ favourite Grandmumma. However with Junior only being little, gifted with a passionate interest and fine desire for mashed potatoes, his plate had been piled high with a fluffy mountain of the food. Luke had been in charge, clearly, as half the kids didn’t have vegetables, and Patrick had completely forgone the beef and stacked a giant lump of sliced sandwich ham on his plate and covered it with gravy.

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The Silver Lining: Part Three

Summary: The reader is not a fan of the show, but gets dragged to a convention and catches Jensen’s eye.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Word Count: 1950
Warnings: Medical environment, mentions of death. 

If you do not want to read the medical and death part of this, skip the bolded text in the fic. All you need to know from that part is that the reader loses a patient and takes it pretty hard. 

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Frida Kahlo gives no fucks

Frida and Diego But Mostly Frida

I always get this irrationally irate feeling whenever I see those girls on Tumblr posting pics of their Frida Kahlo tattoos. Correction: I get this irrationally irate feeling whenever I see white girls on Tumblr posting pics of their Frida tattoos. Because the thing is that while I as a white person love her art and enjoy studying it, I don’t have a right to any part of Frida. (Arguably nobody does, but that’s another discussion for another day.) The thing is that so much of Frida’s work was celebrating her particular Mexican identity; and isn’t that super important? Isn’t it remarkable that in our obsessed-with-white-people world one of the most influential artists of the twentieth century was not only female but Mexican?

So, like, could you not tattoo her face onto your lily-white ass?

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Who Should You Fight: Check, Please! Edition

Not really sure why anyone would want to fight any of these boys, but just in case, I’ve made a comprehensive list of whether or not it would be a good idea.

(done in alphabetical order cause that’s the order they’re in on the wiki and I wanted to make sure I didn’t forget anyone)

(under the cut cause this got long)

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I’m getting pretty sick of this “you want a 40yr old to fuck a teenager” shit that antis like to spew out all the time, so I need a rant.

No. N O. That is not all I want. Sure I wouldn’t complain if the time ever came where Daryl and Beth wanted to get down and dirty of course i wouldn’t, i’d sing with joy, but I don’t physically need it to “live my fantasies through Beth to get to fuck Daryl.”

No. (inserting a read more cause I get ranty)

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Because Eruriren is the next best thing after Ereri (for me) SETTING TWO

It was ten months ago when Erwin and Levi met Eren, in a pure chance by accident. Erwin, even with all the unbreakable impression, potent build and sharp ice blues, collapsed while exiting the concert hall where he had forced Levi to come with him in a rare day off.

In sheer panic and running on absolutely no knowledge on medical situations like that-

he’s not a damn doctor!

 -Levi had hovered over Erwin like a protective mother. The opera hasn’t finished yet so there wasn’t much people in the halls, and the people who were around couldn’t help out with Levi growling irately not to touch Erwin.

It took a tentative touch on his shoulder, a gently smiling young male with captivating pair of eyes saying, “He’ll be alright. I’m a medical student. If you want, I can check on him?"  for him to relax a bit.

He was sure it was the light tone that wasn’t lying, the quiet confidence of the smile and the determination that challenged Levi’s own narrowed ones that made it natural to hand Erwin over to the cheeky med kid. The kid made quick work of setting Erwin’s body properly and comfortably, and checking the larger male vitals, and as much as Levi wanted to be worried about Erwin’s condition, the methodological movements confidently executed made it hard to really be apprehensive. When he snapped out of his daze (he blamed shock), it was to get their driver while Eren fed Erwin with chocolate.

Erwin became aware of himself in time to see the medical student crouching over the open car window while assuring Levi that Erwin just needed a little rest,

no, he wasn’t dying of old age

yes, he just needs sleep

no, it wasn’t that serious

and that if he doesn’t feel good in the morning still, he can go see a doctor. Erwin quickly snapped the circumstances in place and insisted he needed to be thanked properly, but the younger male just smiled and said that it was going to be his job to take care of people anyway. Hastily so that even Erwin was surprised, just before the driver moved the car, Levi demanded to know his name at least.

Widened eyes softened at him and they were both struck by how enchanting the bright colors of his eyes were. Mouth twisting in that bright smile, he had said. "Eren Jaeger.”

Levi was annoyed to have been left in a daze for the second time that night. He pushed it back in his mind so he can focus on making Erwin feel sorry for not taking care of himself properly. Erwin used the entire ride home just to make Levi’s mood lighten up.

Unabashedly, when Erwin was resting properly in their home, Levi told Erwin he probably fell a little for the kid’s smile. Erwin agreed that he probably did too and confessed he wondered if he was in heaven post-faint. Levi ordered Erwin to find the kid and invite him for dinner, while Erwin wondered if they could adopt him as a pet at least, and a lover at most.  

It was funny how so far along the relationship they already are that they can expose their true desires to the other in utmost trust and confidence. They did have a history of petty jealousies and childish revenge antics, after all.

The purity they saw told not of innocence, but of a black and white vision that made the kid look like the goddamn sun. They both lack that, you know. They have tainted hands, and cunning perspectives. In the little world that protected them from the world, was the label that only include Levi and Erwin. The rest were outsiders; they were people they would not and cannot trust.

They had an election though-

the nominee was a certain Eren Jaeger-

-and the result was a crushing victory. Majority won and gears turned. They both know what they wanted and why. Call them shallow, but they swore they had a joint love (lust) at first sight.

That, and Eren was seriously a walking genetic party of gods.

-

It took one ‘investigation’ from Erwin, one stalking from Levi like you wouldn’t believe and one ambush from both in the form of a Ferrari in the University gates to get Eren to at least have coffee. It took another chance encounter with Levi in a teahouse, and another forced encounter from an envious Erwin to get Eren to go to their home for a home cooked dinner. Eren wouldn’t let them pay food for anything over 10 bucks and Levi’s meticulous cooking is as luxurious as they can get to call it a date. Eren must’ve missed the memo by the shock they saw in his face when Erwin kissed him. The adorable sputtering must’ve done them in, or the wide emerald eyes that darkened to the color of a stormy ocean, but either way, they showed Eren exactly how it was a date. That was six months ago.

-

It was already four months into their relationship, but Erwin and Levi are constantly worried for their younger lover who strives to be independent. The strong sense of self Eren has was one of his charming points but every time he would resolutely say no to any help they want to give, claiming he already has enough of Mikasa to coddle him and that he can take care of himself.

Eren who relies on himself. Eren who wants to accomplish his goals with his own strength. Eren who grapples for what he wants with his own two hands.

All of what makes Eren is exactly what had drawn them to the ocean eyed teen, but Eren is yet to understand that a relationship does not limit itself to the four corners of their shared bedroom, which is the only place he really exposes all of himself to them.

'I wish he’d talk about what’s on his mind, even the dumb and juvenile stuff,’ Erwin would tell Levi sometimes, with a small sad smile. Eren, for all his free grins and predictable reactions, could rival Levi in obscuring his deepest, darkest fears.

'He might be afraid that his weakness will disappoint you.’ Armin had told Levi in confidence, still finding he can’t trust Erwin’s mutual cunning.

Eren is strong, but it was somewhat frustrating that he couldn’t draw strength from Levi and Erwin’s combined strength.

A kid should just act like a spoiled brat when still a kid.

They try give him time to realize this- realize the true meaning of love and relationship, patiently trying to convey it-

I’m fucking trying, Erwin, even if I’m too old for this shit.

-because one can only grow when one is ready to accept.

The years Eren had after losing his parents and the strength he had to build from it is something that helped him survive and made him what he is today. They love him so much that they did not want to ruin the Eren he himself found before he met Erwin and Levi, because that was the Eren they fell in love with. Eren was trying too. They can see it. He’s building down his defences slowly, and they think Eren trusts them enough to trust himself to them.

Imagine their surprise when Armin called Erwin to remind them that Eren would not go to class on that certain day. It was his mother’s death anniversary. Erwin’s delayed reaction and Levi’s stony reply told Armin what they didn’t know. Mikasa realized this as well and threatened them immediately, while Armin calmly informed them that Eren shouldn’t be left alone on that day, as he had some tendencies that was caused by the trauma of witnessing his mother burn to death.

Levi bodily dragged Erwin to the car. Erwin let himself be dragged so callously.

For the first time, Erwin ignored street lights and speed limits. Levi wasn’t in the mood for shitty taunts. They were both out of the car and up their home with a mission and without a word.

It didn’t take long to find their precious lover, their strong willed lover whose feet were always planted firmly on the ground, curled in a small ball of a child who was lost-

Oh, Eren…


- so lost that he had not noticed their presence until Levi touched his brow lightly, hesitantly brushing the cascading tears from his usually brilliant eyes, cheeks red and swollen with marks of scratches right under his lower lashes.

He straightened up with wide eyes, shock registering first before anger.

Naked.

He felt naked in the most pitiable sense of the word- one thing he never allows himself to be.

Weak.

They’re seeing him at his weakest, and the fear of left behind again spurred his emotions to the only way he knew. He slapped Levi’s hand away and motioned to hurt even when he couldn’t (knows he can’t physically hurt them even if he tries) and spat out hurtful words with eyes fiercely glaring, bright with tears.

Go away. Go away.

goawaygoawayawayawayaway

He was willing them to leave him alone, trying to force their hand and do something against him. Or leave him. Anything.

Don’t look at me. I’m a monster.

He tried throwing things at them, tried punching the wall when they did not budge in frustration… Tried bodily pushing them away with anger spiking at their unbending bodies and faces that did not hurt or get mad, with no ounce of sympathy or pity-

-their expressions remained entirely Erwin and Levi with all of Erwin’s knowing blue eyes and Levi’s immovable silvers.

What else? How to make them leave?

Hopeless- he’s feeling feeble and hopeless, his hands bleeding with his abuse, his throat hurting, him crying.

Why won’t they fucking leave? I’m not worth-

He tried insulting Erwin but Erwin’s calmness stoked a fire of frustration. Erwin was lightning, striking powerfully and gracefully in flashes.

Erwin was cunning. He was the unbreakable impression, potent build and sharp ice blues.

Maybe I’m not even enough to affront with poorly thought insults.

Livid, he turned to Levi whom he knew would rise to the goading he had mastered from their playful banters.

But Levi was thunder, intense and overwhelming. His eyes spoke volumes, his presence the obnoxious little reminder of an existence your wouldn’t forget. He would respond, would grumble even when Erwin would silently expose.

Shit. They’re just perfect.

Between the two of them, they make an exciting, impeccably absolute thunderstorm.

Where would he fit?

Even he was hurt by the words he threw to Levi, cringing at the secrets-

that Levi had murmured to him, like he didn’t have the strength to say it out loud yet

-and the break he felt when he realized he had used Isabel and Farlan in a manner that reopened tightly bound wounds.

They don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve them.

They would leave now. They would leave him now, alone, with the memories of a precious mother he could’ve saved if he wasn’t weak, still is, still can’t find the strength to hurt people so wholly, still hesitating to really push people away when he knew he should because he knows he wouldn’t be strong enough to protect them against fire and pain and death that must’ve hurt so much that his mother had screamed in so much pain.

I did this to myself. This, pushing them away. Hurting them.

And then he was scratching his cheeks again, biting his hands, trying to hurt but so, so pathetic he can’t even damage the legacy his mother left him, his eyes that held the ocean and the image of a burning body.

But then Levi gave him a soft smile and enveloped his shaking fist with both his hands, kissing the knuckles he had abused. The blood painted Levi’s thin lips red, and Eren found his eyes drawn to the crimson dye. He watched Levi’s mouth open in morbid fascination, seeing the words before hearing the velvet voice murmur,

“darling.”

Darling: greatly loved.

Not brat, with its condescending affection. Not babe, which was downright degrading. Not honey, not sweetheart. And as much as Eren wants to bark an insulting cackle at the disgustingly affectionate term, he found himself exhaling sharply in an airy imitation of a laugh instead, brows furrowed as he tried to decide what expression to show. But Levi already had his arms around their youngest, soothingly caressing his face in a rare tender gesture. “We’re here.”

We…

are here.

Simply put, simply phrased, with a simple tone that held simple sentiments. The elegance of those three words, the straightforward statement that was both Levi and Erwin, from Levi’s mouth to Erwin’s unyielding presence was like the gentle sunshine after the cold violent storm.

We’re here, Levi had said, as if it was enough to release his burdens.

It wasn’t- not even close. But even so… even so….

Those mere words took so much burden from his heart that Eren sobbed openly then, finding comfort in Levi’s sudden sweetness. He had seen so much coldness in the man, so much unyielding strength and overwhelming clarity that the sudden change of pace took him off guard enough to open the doors a little wider, eyes finding the strength to meet Erwin’s gentle blues albeit ashamedly. The knowledge of Erwin who didn’t blink away, look away and was decidedly watching and focusing on only him took his breath away.

Erwin slowly raised his hand towards him and Eren met him with one of his. The warmth that enveloped his fingers comforted him and surrounded him as he found himself succumbing to Levi’s strong arms.

-

That brat wouldn’t know, within those childish metaphors of me and thunder, and, you and lightning, was Eren and the stupid sun watching over the stupid thunderstorm who just knows how to cause havoc to shitty people who couldn’t reach them.

I think it would be easier for us to say 'I love you’, Levi. Not that your sentiment is not commendable.

Cold As Ice (Part 1/2)

Inspired by the song Freak by Lana Del Rey

“You’re cold as ice, baby, but when you’re nice baby, you’re so amazing”

Summary: Kylo is just all around giving everyone, including you, the cold shoulder for a few days now. You originally decide to just ignore it because knowing Kylo he is rather moody and usually opens up to you by the end of the day but this has been going on for 3 days now. Feeling upset and fed up with this charade you decide its best to take a break. 

Characters: Kylo Ren x Reader (female), Hux

Warnings: language (swearing)

Word count: 2,019

A/N: Sooooo this is my first Kylo fic! *slow clap* Be nice pls. It will probably only have 2 parts so I guess its more of an imagine, dunno. There will be fluff in the next part so just hang in there, champ. Feedback is much appreciated I want more suggestions. FOLLOW for more updates! Enjoy! <3

Outfit inspired by a jumpsuit in this post

Part 2 here


You sit in a comfortable position on your shared bed with Kylo beside a small window looking out into the wintery abyss that is Starkiller Base as the morning light rests on your tired face. You’re thinking about the past few days and how Kylo has barely talked to you and how it brings an unwanted frown to your lips.

He just randomly one day shut down. He didn’t even really showcase why. You had guesses but most of them were things he always dealt with like stress, conflict, or Hux. Hux was another story.

Kylo was making himself drift apart from you and you knew he didn’t even want to. At night when he would come to bed, he didn’t even kiss you goodnight. He just crawled in bed and put his back to yours much to your annoyance but you let it slide. After all, when you woke up for a moment in the middle of the night his arm had found its way around you.
He needed you even in your sleep.

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Because Makoto’s habit of barging into Haru’s house every morning was bound to blow up in their faces at some point.  (And Makoto is a gift to the world and the most perfect best friend anyone could ask for).

Haru, we have to go!  

Haru!  

Okay, I’m coming in-

Haruka blinks his eyes open, staring around his room in a daze.  The first thing he recognizes is the feeling of a warm arm thrown over his lower back, and he subconsciously leans into the body beside him, letting out a contented breath of air.  

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