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Jonathan stared down at the soft, now bloodied cloth In hand. He nibbled at his bottom lip, a new habit that he had developed when his father had the grand Idea of bringing whom was known as Dio Brando to the Joestar Manor.

  When his father had alerted him of his arrival you could almost say that he was waiting In anticipation, granted, he had been around his fair share of kids around his age, but rarely did he ever feel these friends he had were, well, genuine.

  Unfortunately for him, his wish of meeting someone genuine, someone he could get along with, someone whom he could treat like a sibling was quickly crushed the moment the carriage rode up, revealing a boy of such arrogance and rudeness Jonathan truly wasn't sure what to make of It.

  That dream of having an actual friend was swept away the moment Danny received the rough greeting of having a knee against his jaw, or how his father's gaze that once looked at him with pride now filled with disappointment with the constant questioning of 'why can't you be more like your brother?', or the pitying glances the servants would bid him, but they wouldn't dare say a word, or whenever he had tried to approach Erina she wouldn't even look at him before darting In the opposite direction.

  It was only a few months that had passed, with Dio growing a bit bolder to shove him around whenever he pleased and throw along a few snarky remarks, the servants would Ignore It blatantly, and his father- Well, he wouldn't believe him even If he told him such.

  It seemed like everything and everyone had left his side, and everyday was the same, Dio this, Dio that- He was tired of constantly hearing about the boy and seeing him switch from a charming exterior In front of others but the moment nobody's present he reverts back to pushing him around, or taunting him, for just the mere fun of It.

  He was beginning to wish that the boy hadn't even came, but If he dared to even say such a thing to his father he'd probably earn himself a slap to his face.

    Jonathan didn't know the details about her, what she looked like, what prompted the random letter to come, or where she even came from.

  He would've been excited If not for the anxiety that was tearing at his nerves, he was more worried about how she'd act, he wasn't sure If he'd be facing another that had the same qualities and traits matching of Dio Brando.

  And when she did arrive, two of her servants at her side, Jonathan still wasn't sure what to make of her, the clothes she wore were ruffled and dark In color, not like the extravagant skirts he'd seen other girls around her age wear, In fact, he hadn't even seen her wear jewelry.

  Whenever she came outside she had a bonnet atop her head that came fitted with a veil In the front, and a parasol In hand.

  Danny had Instantly taken a liking to her since her arrival, Immediately running up to her with joyous barks as If he were meeting an old friend, and Jonathan felt his anxiety slip away when she knelt down, rubbing a hand along his ears as she greeted the Great Dane with a soft smile.

  Other than that though, she'd hardly speak to him, and she wouldn't even spare a glance to Dio, but perhaps that was for the better considering the blonde always had a narrow look In his amber eyes when observing her.

      Her hand raising up to leave a stinging impact upon Dio's cheek certainly wasn't what Jonathan was expecting after he had knocked him down while he was walking up the stairs.

  He was certain that she'd walk away like everyone else had, but the red imprint she had left on the blonde's face proved opposite of that as she left him wordless, and Instead walked up to Jonathan, digging through her skirt pocket as she pulled out a white cloth, her name embroidered at the side In Initials as she handed It to him. 

  "Keep It, that looks like a pretty bad bruise."

  And she had walked off without a single glance back.

      He had managed to enlist the help of one of the maids to give the cloth a good cleaning, now the same clean, soft cloth she had handed him that day, she had Insisted that he keep It, but It left him with a feeling that edged on to a certain unpleasantness, surely he could give her some form of gratitude though, and If she didn't want the handkerchief, that's fine.

  He could just give her a different one.

      It had been two long nights for Jonathan, an enduring of one of his father's more gentle scoldings for not focusing on his studies, and Dio who had, by Jonathan's surprise, left him alone for the most part, other than feeling his glare piercing his skull, the last few days felt rather peaceful for him.

  And so he had taken up a hobby, one that made the rest of the staff look at him curiously at the new past-time he had taken up.

  Embroidery.

      He'd find her rested against one of the trees, not so far from the manor, a book held tight within her hand, and her posture as usual, stiff. Though It did catch him by surprise when he hadn't even walked towards her yet, she hadn't even turned her head, yet she called his name, flipping another page In the book. "I know you're there."

  He came out of his hiding spot behind the tree, and she didn't look up until she felt something press against her cheek, she'd glance, and he handed her a small, flat, ribboned box.

  "Here." He gave a hum, settling beside her once she had taken It, opening the lid of the box as she took out the soft fabric that was within looking over It, and what served for good appearance, a black rose embroidered In the center of It, though hardly neatly done, she could tell some string from yarn was out of place.

  She let out a soft hum, "You made this?" Softly, she questioned.

  Jonathan gave a nod, though his gaze averted from the light darker dusting of tanned cheeks.

  "I know you didn't want the other one back but I wanted to make It for you."

  She gave another hum, running her fingers over the soft material.

  "...You don't like It, do you?"

  Though his fear was clearly wrong as she looked up at him and gave him a soft smile.

  "No, It's pretty JoJo, thank you."

  Every step she took was a struggle as a burning ache spread throughout her foot, and then to her legs, It took every ounce of strength she had to will herself to continue walking Instead of falling out near the pavement.

  And when she finally reached her car and slumped down Into her seat, only then did she feel the slightest relief to her aching joints.

  The drive home wouldn't be long (thank goodness…), but she still felt her irritation starting to bubble up at the long stops on the road, other cars cutting off In front of her- where the heck did these people get their license from?

  But that Irritation that was bubbling similarly to how a pot would bubble, quickly came to a halt after she made one last turn and she finally spotted her home and her husband's car parked In front of the garage.

  When she finally parked her own car and grabbed out her bag of personal belongings, she hobbled over to the steps of the porch, each raise of her foot brought back that familiar stinging pain, but she knew when she'd enter her home, all those aches would fade away.

  She stepped Inside and laid her bag down on the rug near the front door, she'd go through her things later.

  Her gaze turned to her husband, who was sitting with his legs crossed, tapping away at his laptop, his eyebrows furrowed and eyes squinted at the screen as If It had committed some type of atrocious crime.

  She knew that when he was In working-mode that he hardly paid attention to anything else, so It didn't surprise her much when he didn't lift his head when she walked In.

  Though she finally did get his attention when she sunk down on the couch next to him, she bit back a chuckle at his startled jump and took his hand, pressing a kiss to his knuckles with a soft smile before reluctantly letting go, "How was your day?"

  "Decent, yours?"

  She bit the Inside of her cheek, "Rough, but It's gotten better, now that I'm with you."

  He draped an arm over her shoulder and pulled her Into a close, warming, and snug embrace.

While Ookurikara was a man of few words and didn't care too much for those who were rather chatty. You, on the other hand, were an exception of that dislike he had.

He wasn't sure when It first happened, when you first met, or perhaps when you both first started dating, he started to actually enjoy and found your little ramblings amusing- Or perhaps even treading along the lines as cute.

It was something about the way your eyes lit up, when you talked about your favorite things, or how you talked In such enthusiasm about how your day went.

And Ookurikara would be there, nodding his head along to whatever you were saying, watching how your lips would pull up Into a soft smile at him every time.

And he'd have to resist the urge to smile back.

Perhaps opposites do attract.

When Shiro gets stressed out he just likes to rest his head In your lap, or In the crook of your neck while he wraps his arms around your waist.

  He finds your presence very comforting.

  When you're worried or stressed out, he catches on Immediately.

  Will give you a glass of your favorite beverage, maybe some snacks and hold you close to him, and you just bury your head In his chest enjoying the comfort.

  "Want to talk about It?"

  If you don't want to, then he'll respect that, he'll just try to keep whatever's bothering you off your mind.

  If you do want to though, he'll definitely listen to whatever you want to vent about.

  He's been In a few past relationships so he's decent In experience

  He gives great hugs.

  (Sometimes he likes to be the little spoon.)

  Idk why but he gives me the vibe of somebody who can cook good waffles

  He likes to kiss the bridge of your nose.

  If you have freckles then he's definitely kissing each one he can find.

  Kiss his forehead while playing with his hair If you want him to melt Into a puddle

  (♡)

  You and Hunk have your own little cooking class with each other.

  One part of you Is paying attention to what he's saying while he's cooking with you and the other part Is just smiling cause he's smiling too and his happiness Is so contagious???

  He's been on a few dates before but this would be his first time In a serious relationship so he's kinda awkward at first

  He eventually warms up and gets closer to you

  He's a really good singer, like, you come home one evening and just hear him In the shower singing his lungs away

  If you've had a nightmare he'll hum and sing to you while holding you close, and he sounds so nice you end up dozing off.

  Kiss his cheeks and he's just gonna grin at you like a goof

  (♡)

  Self-care for Lance Is a very big deal, and If he notices that you're not taking time out to care for yourself he's putting that to a whole stop.

  Ask him for face masks and moisturizers cause the boy stays stocked up

  He'll definitely wash and braid your hair (If you let him that Is!)

  Pampers you with love and affection every chance he can

  He's clingy and needs kisses every five seconds

  "Lance, I JUST kissed you"

  "I want another one though!"

  Despite his constant flirting he actually has never been In a relationship, let alone a date

  So when he asks you out and you accept he's kinda confused 

  "Now what?"

  Very sweet boyfriend

  He likes to nuzzle his head Into your neck and sneak a peck or two there.

  His jaw Is kinda ticklish but he certainly won't complain if you pepper a few kisses there

(♡)

  Both you and Shiro are the only ones that can calm Keith down when he's agitated.

  Just pull him aside and talk to him for a little bit

  He'll calm down

  Eventually

  He's never been In a relationship before and he's kinda emotionally constipated so the whole dating and love thing Is kinda awkward for him

  So when he asks you out, flowers In hand, his head averted and cheeks a dusty pink you already know he didn't do It on his own

  Shiro, Hunk and Pidge helped him out

  Coran helped too, but Keith was pretty sure the courting methods he was talking about probably only worked on Altean women

  Goes to Shiro for advice occasionally 

  He does not understand flirting

  He'll just look at you confused and then like, ten hours later he's like "oh"

  He really likes to hold your hands, and just idly rub along the lines of your palms

  He likes to kiss your knuckles

  His shoulders are kinda ticklish

(♡)

    Sometimes you'll tag along behind Coran when he makes improvements on the castle-ship.

  While you help him with chores and whatnot he might talk about what Altea was like

  He'll apologize for babbling but If you encourage him to keep talking about his home-planet and he will not hesitate to just talk about what It was like, and you end up smiling cause his eyes are literally sparkling the whole time

  Tell him about earth dang it

  Poor man doesn't know what snow is

  If you and the rest of the crew ever make It back home you promise to yourself the first thing you'll do Is show your boyfriend how to make a snowman

  Has been In a few relationships and dates before but with Altean women

  He has no clue on how to pursue a human woman

  Gets advice from both Pidge and Shiro

  He's oddly warm

  Like, If you cuddle or hug him he just feels like a fricking furnace

  Very overprotective and sweet boyfriend tbh

  He likes to sneak little kisses at the tips of your ear

Cold.

Cold and unwelcoming.

Waking up In a cold sweat In the middle of the night was a regular occurrence for the prosecutor.

It was a frequent routine, wake up with just barely enough energy to go on through the day, work, try to sleep and fail, repeat.

In a way It was terrifying but he gradually had gotten used to that horrible routine.

The feeling of closing your eyes and Instead of being met with blissful rest, you're met with your throat constantly feeling as though you were being suffocated Into a tight space with no doors and no windows-

No escape.

The whispers, the groans, the screams that would plague through those things named 'nightmares'. Pills wouldn't help, remedies wouldn't help,

Nothing would help.

He was afraid to sleep, he was afraid to just close his eyes for just a second, for the fear of those same images flashing In eyes, through his mind all over again and constantly reliving through It-

every.

single.

night.

He wanted to tear those sheets apart, he wanted to force his eyes awake, anything just, anything.

just-

make-

it-

stop.

…

but…

He wasn't sure when It happened, maybe he just realized late, but those things called 'nightmares' didn't haunt him any longer.

That cold and unwelcoming feeling he was used to every night, that sheen of cold sweat dripping off his forehead was gone.

And Instead replaced with a warm, loving-

and welcoming feeling instead.

He started to realize that when It was you, when he laid beside you, that the fear, the anxiety, that always lingered In his chest was gone.

that fear was gone.

you weren't cold.

you weren't unwelcoming.

you weren't unloving.

And he eventually come to terms that he had nothing to be afraid of anymore, not when the sun would begin to rise on those days, those soft, lovely days when none of you would have to go to work, when stress wasn't biting at you and tearing you both apart, those days when neither of you had to worry-

those were the happiest days.

He wouldn't say It because he'd be afraid of the own redness of his face, but on those soft days he'd gaze at you, the sleeping person beside him, eyes shut and completely at peace, covered In the warmth of bedsheets, wandering In whatever dreamland you were exploring, he just didn't have the heart to wake you.

On those soft days he'd get up, smile and look at this sleeping person beside him a little longer, he wouldn't admit It but this person brought him a feeling that he just wouldn't be able to put Into words.

On those soft days a hot shower was In order, along with comfortable clothes. Preferably sweatpants and a sweatshirt, one of his rare times of being casual.

On those soft days usually you'd still be asleep when he'd come out, Pess would already be awake. Tagging behind him as he'd open the blinds allowing the bright light to come through, the sun continuing to raise painting the bedroom a yellow-light blue hue, silver eyes would glance over at your (e/c) ones.

Those eyes belonged to the one he loved dear, the one that he cherished, the one he adored, though he couldn't just put It Into words, that was how he saw you.

On those soft days he'd lean next to you, brushing some of your hair aside, your sleepy squinting eyes staring Into silver ones, his lips would pull up Into a small smile, one that you would rarely see, yet when you saw him smile, you felt the need to as well.

On those soft days he'd press a kiss to your forehead and cheeks, while words wouldn't be spoken they were clear through every kiss littered, and you'd run a hand through his hair, lazily lying near each other In comfort, enjoying each other's company.

On those soft days he'd hold you close, and say-

"I love you."

Those were the days that you both cherished the most.

If only all days were like this.