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This id a little Ray x You thing. A stand alone story! Sweet and sad I suppose! Not reread more than once. No warnings except for a little horn dog behavior! A bit of an announcement at the end! Enjoy my friens!

Comfort in you without you here

(Ray x You)

Dog days. Was that even the right way to describe how you have felt these past few days? Every passing moment felt too long, lonely with Ray gone so much, worried about him, your family, the possibility of double coming back sometime down the road. Everything just felt heavy with no help. No outlet. Just you.

After moving in with Ray that’s what you called this silence space now. Home. Keys discarded, jacket tossed aside in the otherwise clean apartment. Today felt lonelier than ever. There are only so many family phone calls to fill the void, friends are busy with their own lives and you HATE feeling like a burden. Comfort. That’s what you needed, comfort. Something familiar to you that can offer that. What could you do? It’s not like there is anything that could possibly make up for the loneliness. Not completely anyway. That’s how you found yourself here. Digging through Ray’s closet holding sweaters close. None felt or smelled like him. Didn’t bring the comfort you sought out. That’s when you had an idea, not exactly a sane one in your mind but Ray was a really hygienic person so it should be fine.

Many discarded sweaters pooled on the floor like a carpet as you dug through the laundry. Tossing things left and right, searching until you found it. The holy grail. Not his signature maroon sweater but his Deep blue sweater. Drawing it close to you, you inhale a deep breath. Yes, this is it. Smelled like him, your comfort. Your Ray. Holding it didn’t offer as much as you wanted so you wore it as if it was your own. Attempting to nap didn’t work, the bed just felt empty and cold. Too big for a single body. Moving to the couch felt better, as if the back of the sofa added a sort of barrier to you. As if another person's back touched your own. How pathetic you think to yourself as tears welt up in your eyes. Why did everything have to feel so heavy? Why? Did it really matter though? Life will still go on. Work, eat, sleep, basics in living will still have to be met. Why not just let yourself cry till you fall asleep? Seemed like a good idea.

Ray POV

Richard, the new PR representative for Ray just. Kept. Talking. Work was supposed to be over at least fifteen minutes ago right now. I had half a mind not to just take his head off right here and now. My body feels exhausted and I am way past done for today. Training newbies, still saving the world, not to mention the tedious makeup and gearing up that take well over an hour. Maybe even two. I don’t care about this scheduling meeting, the PR people just fill up my schedule anyway, my input be damned. There isn’t much I control in my life as far as the oh so glorious hero kingdom goes. Maybe it’s the opposite? There is only ONE person in my life who keeps ME in control. You. “Mr. Star…” If I didn’t have them, this world would burn by my own hand. “Mr. Star…!” Truly just you. Only. You. “Ray!”

The sound of my own name industry makes me feel irritated even further. “What?” I say with a slight involuntary growl. “This Saturday, we need to do that partner interview.” A sigh can even express my distaste. Never a Saturday off. By mouth I just agree to it. “Fine, I’ll do that.” Standing up with a stretch first, I adjust the duffle bag strap with my hero suit stuffed in over my shoulder. “Do whatever you want, it doesn’t really matter to me. As long as I just don’t work on Saturday.” I shoot Hershal a knowing glare. “I’m leaving, this meeting is adjusting, you two can do whatever you need to without me.” Richard gets to his feet. “Ah! No! You can’t leave! We still have so much to discuss!” I ignored him heading off the door till he spoke up again with a tone that certainly didn’t match his stature. “If you leave, I will make your schedule so full you won’t have even a good night's sleep!”

Hearshal sighs, I smile at the door, pause, turn to face him, the moment my gaze meets Richard's, his smug smile evaporates. “I know your are…new here. I don’t know who you worked with before but that won’t work on me Richard. So, let me just say this in a way so straight forward you will never have to guess where you stand with me. Richard.” He sinks down into his chair, Hershal rubbing his temples. “You only have this job because of me. Someone had to fill the position after I-“ I let my eyes fill in the blanks with the threat of Red Diamond. “-I’ll let you guess.” Richard went pale. “Ray, please, if you want to leave just leave. Don’t make this into something.” Hershal says with a sigh pushing his hand through his balding silver hair. “That I can do.” With that I left the room. Did I actually kill my last PR lead? No, she left on maternity leave but no one knew why. After all, she worked from home after work. Out she was pregnant because it’s supposedly a hazard for others who work at the company to know. Especially since people suspected she hooked up with a hero.

It didn’t take long to get home, taking a “speed walk” though back alleys until I made it home to the elevator ride up to the hall at the top that leads to my apartment. “Star, I’m home.” I say as I close the door. No response. I can hear them snoring softly though so, no worry there. My suit needed to be washed and as much as I wanted to cuddle them close, responsibly did need to be done lest I never get to it. The more I think about it, the less I want to do it. With a sigh I toss the duffle on the ground of the laundry room and toss the stinking suit into the wash on its own. Leaving the laundry room I head to our room craving sweatpants and a long sleeve compression t-shirt. Having showered at work I could just hop into my own clothes at home- why is my laundry on the floor? “Star? What are you even looking for?” I say to myself. A small smile, maybe they are looking for a ring? “I will, just wait for me a little longer, my Star.”

Picking up the laundry was quick work and now it was time off my favorite part of the day. You. His Star. His reason for being. His obsession. His- ew no. Keep the weird to a minimum. I'm still trying to not get ahead of myself like I did before. In respect and adoration for you of course. I knew you weren’t in bed, your snoring was too close to the door, the couch was a new spot but hey, people spice things up in different ways anyway. There you were. Huddled in a fetal position with- oh. I see. A familiar sweater adored you. Oh you poor, sweet, deprived little thing. How pretty, how cute you looked in my- the moment of building arousal stopped when I saw your face. Tear stained and still puffy with a flushed red. There was clearly more to this than I thought. Leaning down, sitting on my knees I rest my head close to your face. Reaching out, pushing hair back from your sweet face. My own heart sinks. Why are you so distraught? Did I miss something? I’ve been so busy, have I been neglecting you? No, I would never do that. Not on purpose of course.

My rapidly frowning anxious thoughts come to halt when your eyes flutter open as you look at me. No expression yet, you don’t always wake up too well. “Hey Star,” I say sweetly. “Are you okay my love? What’s wrong?” I inquire as they sit up rubbing their eyes. I moved with them sitting next to them and pulled them into my lap. “You were crying? Why?” I could read their mind but I agreed to try not to, granted for some reason I can read their mind clearly when they first wake up. Maybe because they can’t even think clearly. Looking up at me, your eyes are already water. “It’s, stupid.” Of course, such a thing to say. Don’t you know that nothing you say could ever be stupid to me? With exceptions of course but emotionally, I always want to know and hear it. “You aren’t being honest with me.” It was a little more gruff and forceful than I meant it to be but you did seem too bothered. “I just feel…lonely I guess, everything feels like there is emotional weight to it, I’m worried about my family and I just- I can’t- I feel like I want to fall apart but I can’t let myself do it.”

Ugh, the hurt and despair in your trembling voice makes me feel aching in my own heart. I hold you closely, your cheek on mine, my fingers rubbing soothing. Circles on your back. “Fall apart star. I will hold you together…with my very strong arms that you like so much.” My light humor makes you actually laugh a little as you half cry wrapping your arms tight around me. We stay like this for a long time. Hell, I’d do it forever if that meant you’d be okay. I would ignore everything else just to make sure you feel better. You deserve it. You deserve all that is good. Your tears eventually fade out to sniffles, that being my que I pull away from you to look at you. “You will always have me, I’m sorry if things didn’t go the way you needed them to be, loneliness and stress together create a nasty mix. I will always be here for you when you need to fall apart.” You nodded with a smile and I kissed your puffy lips. You always say you have a ugly crying face but I think it’s beautiful. You. Are. beautiful.

I kiss you again, “How about some midnight grilled cheese?” You think about it, and agree. “Great, come with me. You can just-“ I sigh, tucking a hair back behind your ear. “-sit on the counter close by in my sweater.” Your eyebrow quirks and I know something witty is about to be said. “That sounds like a strangely kinky thing,” I scoff, “only you would think of that, but even so, you’ll never know. Granted you do look good, maybe you don’t even need clothes of your own.” You shake your head and laugh with an immediate no. I carry you to the kitchen and set you on the counter just as I said. You looked just as I had envisioned. A beauty in my own clothing. Together, we chat away as I make the grilled cheese sandwiches. I can’t wait for you to be mine permanently, my Star.

Announcement

So, small announcement, I love Binary Star! It has been my outlet to actually start posting my writings and get myself out there. The pivotal moment where my life changed in a brave way. I have been given support by all of you and I love it! All this to say, as much as I love BSH, I would like to write other things. I set myself up in a way where BSH was what I wrote about and I struggled with posting things that weren’t that. I wanted to keep going went I didn’t have any ideas or things to keep going or the motivation. I’m not worried anymore. I’m giving myself grace. I have lots of other things and people I want to draw and write about and I have here and there. As you saw Daigo is a prominent character I am focusing on as well. BSH won’t be my main focus anymore. Ray will still be here, requests can still be made but my posts won’t be just him. Not moving on completely, just moving forward! I can’t thank you guys enough for helping and being apart of this with me! That’s is all my friens! Enjoy the rest of your day!

(Have this silly reaction picture!

Death is truly inevitable. It come one day or another. Ray knows this and I believe that he is definitely the worrying type. It may not be on his mind every second but he thinks about you dying often enough that it’s a worry. Even if he doesn’t say it out loud. What if you died in childbirth? Got smashed by a building? Getting hit by a car? Car crash?! Disease?! Anything could kill you?! Trust me, it’s on his mind. He does everything in his power to avoid it for you. As said though, death is unavoidable but it it was a person it would hate Ray because it would be hard to take MC’s life. 😂

when it does happen, he will let the world burn. Specially if we go off the mentally unhealthy ending. Without you in his world, why should the would exist when you aren’t in it? Will he destroy it himself? Let the aliens destroy it? Man will let the world burn….and then himself. 😔

If we had the mentally healthy ending, he’d still be torn. Absolutely shredded, he’d be a shell of a man for a long time. Feeling like he lost all direction. Of course, the NAHA doesn’t let him break, heck, he’ll throw himself into his work. Leaving little time for else. May even work himself to the point the NAHA might be afraid he’d die and then crow him into confinement for a while, give him therapy, (which only helps so much) and eventually he’d fine a new “normal”. Coffee, work, sleep, coffee, work, cook a home made meal, sleep. (More like a schedule that makes him not think too much.) maybe a special someone comes and makes his world feel better again. (Maybe a cat can even come in and help him. A therapy cat.)

As for MC if Ray died???

Unfortunately, if Ray were to die it would be televised. No media would be untouched at the loss of the NAHA’s golden boy. Mourning would be deeper for MC because MC loved Ray. I also strongly believe that mourning would feel as if you don’t really get to because everyone is morning Binary Star, some are loud about it, crazy fans saying they’ll miss their husband, the candle shows. Man would it be lonely. On you knew Ray and actually cared about him. The NAHA? Nah, he’s clearly not strong enough of a weapon to protect himself or others. He died cause he was weak. In short, a mourning MC would be a lonely one and Ultimately, we are MC, how we deal with grief is how we would react in the story. Anger, hate, sadness. All of it. I typically look at these kinds of questions as a “MC is me, MC is you, how we behave and respond is how things would go.”

Honestly, I think Ray wouldn’t care either way, I mean yes he’d think it’s cute BUT, he sees it ALL the time, little kids playing with action figures of Binary Star being smacked into villains, kids dressed up. I feel like he’d be a little weirded out about it actually but then eventually didn’t care so much. When the kid switches to liking a different hero he won’t be hurt. He knows kids change their mind like a bored man scrolling through tv channels. He won’t take it to heart, he’d still probably ask “So why did you change your mind?” but the kid will stuff their face with apple sauce and be like “I don’t know.” Normal kid stuff. 😂

Ray would probably be more bothered with Miles Binary star collection, be even more horrified when he plays with them. Bro, the amount of adults that would have and play with Binary Star figures he’d be more concerned with. 😂

Thank you dear, honestly, I love this place so much. I love Ray even more. Idk, he’s like my Jason Todd. I was LOCKED IN with Jason Todd for a long time but Ray is now joking that ranks!

While I’m here I’m gonna do a little announcement. So, as you know I got the job BUT, the next 11 freaking days are going to be training. Like…yikes!😔 it won’t be all day training but as much as I’d like to think I’ll still post as much as usual I know that isn’t happening. 😭 I’ll still do asks and stuff but no story posting, (I’m still writing it though don’t worry I just ain’t posting it) I don’t know what these next 11 days hold but, I hope things will go smooth. Like I said before with the change I’ll find a new rhythm.

On the bright side, I will be posting the next voice video soon. 😖 it’s almost done and I will try to get it out but tomorrow or Tuesday!

👁️🫦👁️ anyway babes! Stay hydrated, eat well, and enjoy yourself. If you gotta job, get that money! LETS GO!!!!!!!

We all know but art is by concreteparisite!

There is NO such thing as too much love for Ray. Man can barely contain himself of his own love for you! Think of it this way, you pour into his cup till it over flows and you do the same. Your cup will never empty. In fact, your love for him will further bring him to believe that he really can be loved, that he IS loved. It will be a major confidence boost for him, and if you anything like me, it will be a boost for you too on the receiving end.

MC: “I can’t imagine loving anyone else. You are…everything to me. You know that?” (Nat 20 rolled in charisma)

Ray: “oh…I- well….i know. I…love you too. With everything.” *tented red cheeks.*

*inside Rays mind MC has gained.*

HELLO!!💞 I hope you're okay💫. Just to reaffirm, I love your content 💟and I hope you always keep in mind that there are people who love it too. As long as you have the passion, the desire, and the time, please never stop those hands, they make art.💅🎨🖌

My questions!✨ (I don't know how much will come out this time)

— Considering how overprotective Ray is of MC, I can't imagine what it would be like if MC were pregnant; it would be chaos. XD. I have the crazy idea that Ray would be even more intense and stubborn if MC were carrying more than one baby.

Random doctor: Congratulations! They're having triplets.

Man, war three will break out right there. Ray wouldn't let MC do ANYTHING. MC would have to be like this all the time:

MC: Honey, I'm pregnant, not disabled.

I imagine Ray being able to leave the city to its fate just because MC texted him, "I have a little cramp, but I'm already lying down with my legs up like the doctor said" (because Ray makes him tell him absolutely EVERYTHING that's going on, otherwise he'll go crazy), and when MC arrives, he scolds him for letting the aliens almost destroy an entire district. MC would have to be VERY PATIENT with this man XD.

— What would Ray be like with an MC who has prosopagnosia? Basically, she can't distinguish faces.👀

— What would he be like if MC had 4 or 5 pet cats?🐱

— What would Ray have done if MC had panic attacks from the trauma of the fires🔥? What would he have done if MC had been paralyzed, unable to move or speak (probably not even able to think clearly) during the scene where MC's apartment burns down?

— Would Ray be willing to go on a road trip with MC🚗🏕🧳? Assuming it's something MC really enjoyed, and visiting places along the way.

— An MC with an irrational fear of storms⚡💧?

— Sometimes I wonder what Ray would be like if MC had a history of domestic abuse💔? That MC had scars from violence (such as lacerations, burns, bruises, etc.), and even symptoms of PTSD such as getting upset by loud noises, never standing with his back to doors, insomnia, intrusive thoughts, etc.? If MC took Ray to a family event and they ran into the parents or core family who were abusive to MC, how would he react💥?

— What would Ray be like if, at the beginning of the game, when he reunited with MC, he realized he now uses a wheelchair 👩‍🦽because his legs don't work properly?

— Sometimes I wonder what he would be like if MC couldn't really die? 💀 (I actually have OC like that) that he literally dies and comes back to life with his body intact as if nothing had happened. Even worse! An MC with an ability that allows her to hide her deepest thoughts, and when she enters that state, what Ray hears is like white noise, as if she's dissociating🧠?

— What would Ray be capable of if MC were dependent on a medication she needs to stay healthy and stable 💊, and that medication were discontinued? Literally, without that medication, her health declines, she could die at any moment, and her mind begins to slip, with dissociations, hallucinations, lack of concentration, fatigue, etc.

— Would Ray learn to dance salsa if MC offered to teach him 💃?

— What would Ray be like with an MC who usually speaks her mind? Like, if she thinks Ray is a little cheeky, she just says so.

That's all for now. Honestly, I have so many questions, but these are the ones that come to mind right now. How have you been? I send you a kiss 💋 from Colombia 💌 and I hope you have a good day✨. Bye 🐻

Ya know, this time I think tumblr did actually eat your question this time. 😭

1. It’s funny you say that, if MC was pregnant he is definitely in high alert. Not just for you but for others. If anyone finds out that you are pregnant by him? Ooooh boy he’s thinking that someone always trying to assassinate you. He was always worried about that before you were pregnant but now that you are with child he’s on the fence. He’s over analyzing every little thing. Every little wince of pain, every back crack, all of it. You definitely would have to remind him that you aren’t a hurt animal and you certainly aren’t disabled. You’re just pregnant. Granted even with assurance he’d still be watching you and for others like a hawk. Ray definitely need a patient MC.

2. You can recognize scents, touch and sound so I don’t think he’d be too worried about it, granted he’ll put effort into making sure you know it’s him. He might even have a little jingle or phrase he’ll say so you know it’s him and no one else.

3. Ray has wanted a cat, for the longest time. He’s definitely a cat man. Imagine his joy when he comes over for the first time and you have five cats. Man is in heaven! He even gets attached to cute cartoon cats too. He may even sneak in when you aren’t home. I also think cats naturally are drawn to him too. Cats can feel drawn to people and like certain people. Ray is one of those people that cats like.

MC: *just came home and puts keys away and hears snoring.* “what?”

Ray: *asleep on the couch with ALL five cats sitting on him all sleeping.*

4. You know, the darker side of things, that fire was a test. Would you try to make it out yourself? Would you call out to him like he desires? Would you call someone else for help. The less lovey dovey side says that Ray would leave you to burn. You didn’t call out to him, you can even remember in your time of need that he’s there for you. Quite frankly it happens. When you slip and fall out of the window? What did Ray do? Nothing. He watched you fall. He let the consequences of your own actions fall into place. Being in the fire is no different. Don’t think for a second it doesn’t hurt him emotionally BUT, you failed the test. He messed up test of loyalty. So I really don’t think even with trauma from it, you didn’t pass the test. He’d let you burn. Probably detaching from the moment.

5. When Ray has the time he’d love to travel with you, go to landmarks and camping. He definitely would enjoy that stuff I think. He’ll enjoy the one on one time; the snacks, the jamming out to music. It would be a good time. It’s a bonding experience and he loves it.

6. Fear of storms? He’ll hold you tight, you never have to fear around him. He would take a lightning bolt for you. If a tornado showed up, he’ll take you far away. If there is a hurricane on the way? He’s already gotten you out of there. However, in those nights where the storms are so bad it makes you tremble, he hold you close. Murmuring in your ear hoe it’s okay and he’ll protect you. How no storm will ever hurt you. Not while he’s around.

7. Mmmm, ugh, I just can imagine it. He first realized it when you would get uncomfortable around balloons and fireworks. How when kids held on to balloons there was a worried look in your eyes and you plugged your ears. How you’d jump out of your skin when they popped. Then he realized you do that with loud sounds in general. Then the time he looks at you, really looks at you and sees there’s a small chunk missing from your upper left cheek. Obviously you hoped he’d just never notice cause who wants to actually talk about there scars when you think they are terrible to look at. He does ask though. “It was from when I was younger. My grandpa hit me with the metal part of the belt taking some of the skin.” (Which absolutely can happen. I would know. 😬) Ray is disgusted with how they could be such a monster to you. The feelings intensify when he sees the faces of those who dare hurt you in such a way. Only on your command does he not hurt/ kill home. However, if you did ask him to…he would.

8. Things wouldn’t be any different, Ray would actually be more helpful, he’d still worry over you the way he does in the main game. Nothing would change, the love and desire for connection would still be there! There isn’t much that would push Ray from you!

10. If the MC couldn’t die that would be…awkward. Especially since he kinda…tried to kill you in a few of the endings. The only one that you wouldn’t survive is if he absorbs you. The. He gets your power and you are taken into himself. 😂 Ray would certainly be frustrated if he couldn’t read your mind or thoughts. Like, “what do you mean I can read your mind? How will I know the things that you know and that I want to know?” It wouldn’t be fair in his opinion but the healthy Ray would be like “alright, we did agree that I wouldn’t read your mind anymore.” And that would make it easier to keep his agreement.

11. Man would search the world to find someone to manufacture it. He’d even go to the dark web to find the meds cause some definitely will still make it and he’ll get it from them. He’d even learn to make it himself if he had to. You aren’t dying. Not if he can help it.

12. I imagine Ray has two left feet, but I thinks he’d try. He’d try to salsa dance with you. It would take patients and time but, when he can do the steps it’s decent. Man just looks a little stiff because he doesn’t have a single bit of rhythm in his body. 😂😭 he wasn’t made for dancing with fluid motion.

13. He’d like that, he likes someone who can challenge him a bit. He’s a brat tamer So, you can be mouthy but be aware, he certainly has ways to keep you in check or to ‘pay back in kindness’ for your words. 😉 He also appreciates someone who’s honest with him and call him out when he’s acting like a jerk.