Painting In Crimson | Eustass Kid x Reader

The Lovers

Since you had absolutely no recollection of what happened after you fell asleep in Kid's arms, having had that talk after other things, it was safe to assume you completely conked out. Another evident thing was that he must've carried you to bed, which you certainly didn't remember either.

The light streamed in through the window and onto your face, causing you to stir from your slumber. Your head was not on a pillow, rather on a pale chest with rippling muscles. Everything had felt like one big dream, but now that you knew you were in bed with kid, you knew it wasn't.

"Mornin'."

There was a slight weight on your shoulder from where Kid's hand was leaning, his phone in his grip as he scrolled. His chest rose and fell with each breath, your upper body rising with it. You smiled, acknowledging his morning voice which sounded simple delightful to you.

"Good morning." You replied.

"Sleep well, Squeak?" He asked, smirking.

He put his phone to the side, settling for dragging his finger along the length of your spine. The covers of the bed had dragged down until they pooled over your hips, but that was no bad thing as the day was making out to be a little warm.

"Of course, I-"

Your words were thoroughly interrupted by a loud ping, the tone recognisable to you as your phone. Clenching your eyes, you groaned and pressed your face against Kid's chest as if to hide away.

He simply huffed, sparing an irritated glance at the device. "That motherfucker has been going off since I woke up."

"Trust me, I'm used to it. There are some days where I want to smash it into nothingness." You grumbled.

Kid chuckled, his laugh vibrating his body against your cheek. "You're lucky I haven't done that already."

The simple sound had you subconsciously smiling, feeling warm inside.

"Sure am."

Rolling your eyes playfully, you rolled off him to your side of the bed. Your side? Had that been decided? No matter - it was the side which was free. However, you still squashed yourself against him, grabbing your phone from the nightstand.

"What's the deal?" He pushed.

"Well..."

From the looks of it, Twitter was going mad. That wasn't unusual, however you furrowed your brows upon seeing the particular screenshot which had been reposted multiple times. There were even a few articles going on about it, and it had only been less than a day.

"Hm?" Kid looked over your shoulder, sitting up slightly and pulling you even closer so he could see. His eyes landed on a tweet you were reading, narrowing at the content. "That might be an issue."

The picture was of your facecam. That was a normal thing, but the part of it people were focusing on was the background. Your fans who were a little more avid than the others were concerned over your relocation, noticing how the kitchen counter with the alcohol bottles and everything else was not your office. Of course, your office was iconic to your being and wasn't something you streamed away from. There was even a new hashtag which began trending with the name #WhereIsCrimsonSane.

"Fuck, I didn't think about that one..."

You grimaced, a little worried and anxious about what was going on. Kid was soothing that though, his thumb stroking your side tenderly as you glared around your phone.

He hummed. "At least it isn't worse-"

Sighing loudly, you watched as another thread of notifications sat waiting for you to open them.