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sinkovia · 4 months

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He's cheating, isn't he?

Price x Fem!Reader

Angst

As the weeks turned into months, you couldn't ignore the growing unease that had settled in your heart. It had started innocently enough, with Price getting up to take a phone call in the living room. At first, it didn't raise any suspicion, but it soon became a regular occurrence, happening every week, sometimes even multiple times within the week.

You knew deep down that Price would never cheat on you. His love for you was undeniable, and you were well aware of it. However, the constant disappearances for hours on end began to wear on your trust and your self-esteem.

Price would always tell you that he was just going to get groceries, but when he returned, there would only be one bag in his hand. It didn't make sense for him to be gone for hours just to bring back one bag of groceries.

The months went by, and the secret phone calls continued. With each instance, your patience wore thinner, and the restraint you had built was beginning to crumble. You couldn't help but feel that something wasn't right.

When you asked him about the calls, he only mumbled that it was work. But you couldn't help but wonder why he couldn't simply take those calls near you if they were indeed just work-related matters.

The increasing secrecy and lack of transparency were eroding your trust and leaving you with a growing sense of unease. It was clear that something was amiss, and you couldn't help but wonder who Price was hiding from you.

One day, as you lay with your head nestled in Price's lap, his fingers gently brushing through your hair, the soothing rhythm of his touch had started to lull you into a peaceful state. But that tranquility was abruptly interrupted when his phone rang, startling him.

Price quickly moved you off his lap to take the call. You felt a surge of anger bubbling up inside as he did, a sense of rejection and abandonment washing over you. You got up from the couch, the slow, deliberate steps taking you to your bedroom, where you leaned your ear against the door, desperate to eavesdrop.

Through the muffled sound, you heard Price's voice as he spoke on the phone. The words were unclear, but you strained to listen. There was a long pause, and then Price let out a sigh, a heavy and weighted sound that filled you with dread.

"...Four months..." Those two words hung in the air like a storm cloud, and your heart sank as you tried to make sense of what they meant.

It felt like the ground beneath you was slipping away, and you couldn't help but wonder if Price was planning on leaving you in four months, ending your relationship and moving on to someone else. Tears welled up in your eyes as you walked back to the couch, your mind racing.

The thought left you emotionally paralyzed, tears threatening to brim in your eyes as you walked away from the door, quietly retaking your spot on the couch. Your gaze fixed on the television, your mind racing. Price soon entered the living room and took a seat next to you, his concern evident in his voice.

"Love?"

You were lost in your thoughts, not immediately hearing him. It was only when he said your name that you snapped back to reality, forcing a smile and responding, "Sorry, hun, just daydreaming."

Price smiled and placed his hand over yours, "You know I love you, right? More than anything."

Your smile almost faltered, but you managed to keep up the facade, placing your hand over his and gently squeezing. "I know you do."

He kissed your forehead and you leaned your head back into his lap, his hand combing through your hair, while his attention shifted to the TV. But for you, everything else seemed to fade away.

You battled back tears and internal questions. Who was this other woman? When had Price started seeing her? What excuse would he make to end your marriage?

Over the next three months, you worked hard to keep up the facade. Occasionally, it would slip, and you'd find yourself crying in Price's arms, but you always made excuses, blaming it on cramps or a bad day. However, your heart was heavy with the uncertainty and fear of what might be coming.

However, one day during dinner, as you looked up from your plate, you saw blood trickling from Price's nose. Your eyes widened in alarm.

"Oh my god, hun, your nose is bleeding," Concern evident in your voice. Price raised his hand to his nose and saw the blood on his fingertips.

"I'm fine, sweetheart. Let me just clean it up," he assured you. As he got up from the chair, he suddenly collapsed to the ground. Panic set in as you rushed to his side.

"Give me a second; I'm going to get my phone and call 911," you said, running to the other room, your fingers trembling as you dialed for help.

You sat in the hospital room, holding Price's hand while he slept in the hospital bed. The tension was palpable, but you had no idea of the heavy news that was about to be revealed. The doctor entered the room, and you turned your attention to him, your heart already drumming in your chest.

"The tumor has grown significantly over the past three months," the doctor said, his voice laden with sorrow. "I'm very sorry to say, but he only has a few weeks, a month at best."

Your world froze as the words left the doctor's mouth. "What do you mean, tumor? What tumor are you talking about?" you asked in shock, your voice trembling.

The doctor's eyes widened as he realized that Price had never shared this information with you. "I'm very sorry to be the one to tell you this, but your husband has had a brain tumor for the past year. He has been coming here quite frequently for CT scans. I thought he shared the news with you.”

Your heart dropped, and your ears were ringing as the doctor's words sank in. "Thank you, doctor. I think I want some alone time if that's okay with you," you said, turning away to be by Price's side, your hand finding his again.

"Of course," The doctor nodded and left the room, leaving you in silence.

This revelation shattered your world. All those months of misunderstanding, suspicion, and fear, thinking that he was cheating on you, were suddenly replaced with the realization that he had been dealing with a life-threatening condition. And he had hidden it from you, for what reason, you couldn't fathom.

Alone with Price, your hand found his once more. Slowly, his eyes fluttered open, and as they met yours, he saw the tears streaming down your face. Confusion and worry knitted his brows, and tears welled up in his own eyes.

"You know, don't you?" he whispered.

"Why didn't you tell me?" you sobbed, gripping his hand tightly. Price's own tears fell freely now. Using his other hand, he covered yours, squeezing it with all the strength he had left.

"I didn't want it to ruin you. I didn't want you to let it destroy you, for you to count down the days you had left with me. I wanted us to live a normal life together. I wanted your last year with me to be full of happiness. I just wanted you to be happy. I'm so sorry,"

Price confessed, his voice cracking. You dropped your head as you cried out, the weight of his secret too much to bear. Price did his best to sit up, his hands cupping your face, making you look at him.

"I thought you were cheating on me," you cried out as tears ran down your face. Price looked shocked but quickly laughed softly through his own tears.

"Sweetheart, I would never," he assured you. You reached over and hugged him tightly, burying your face in his neck as you sobbed out your anguish.

"I don't want you to die," you choked out as Price's tears streamed down his face, and he held you even tighter.

"I don't want to die either," he whispered back. He cried with you, and you both shared your pain, finding comfort in one another. Eventually, you fell asleep next to him on the hospital bed.

Two weeks later, you found yourself standing in front of Price's casket, a sea of mourners around you. Your eyes were vacant and hollow, lost in a world of pain and sorrow as you gazed at his lifeless form, lying in the casket. The weight of his absence was suffocating, and the pain of losing him was overwhelming, etching deep lines of grief and despair on your face.

The world moved around you, but you felt frozen in time, unable to comprehend that Price was gone. As the solemn ceremony continued, the reality of your loss settled heavily on your shoulders, and the tears flowed freely, reflecting the profound sense of emptiness that had taken root in your heart.

You had been going through the motions of daily life, the absence of Price weighing heavily on your heart. As you checked the mail one afternoon, you noticed a letter that seemed different from the usual bills and advertisements. Your eyes grew wide with curiosity as you recognized the handwriting on the envelope, and your heart raced with anticipation.

Rushing to the living room, you tore open the envelope with trembling hands. Your eyes scanned the familiar words, and tears welled up as you realized it was a letter from Price. Your heart ached as you devoured every word, feeling his presence through his written words, and a bittersweet mix of emotions washed over you.

My Dearest y/n,

As I sit here, pen in hand, I am filled with a mixture of emotions that I'm struggling to put into words. I write this letter in the hope that it reaches you a few days after I'm gone, a small attempt to convey what's in my heart before my time in this world ends.

I want you to know how much I love you. I want you to carry that love with you always. You are the sun, the warmth that has filled my heart, and the love that has given my life meaning.

I want you to understand that my decision to keep my illness from you was not out of deceit or a desire to protect you from pain. It was a misguided attempt to preserve your happiness.

I see now that my silence did more harm than good, and for that, I am truly sorry. The weight of my secret was a heavy burden, and I regret not sharing it with you sooner.

As you face the days without me, I want you to know that it's okay to grieve, to feel anger, sadness, and loss. Emotions are a natural part of life, and there is no right or wrong way to experience them.

I want you to cherish the memories we created together. The laughter, the shared dreams, the quiet moments, they are all a testament to the beautiful life we built. Please, hold on to those memories, for they will keep me alive in your heart.

Live your life, my love. Pursue your dreams, follow your passions, and find joy in the simple pleasures of life. I have always believed in your strength, your resilience, and your ability to make the most of every moment. You have a bright future ahead, and I hope you embrace it with all the enthusiasm and optimism that you have always possessed.

I may be leaving this world, but my love for you will never fade. I will always be with you in spirit, watching over you, guiding you, and protecting you. You are a remarkable person, and you deserve all the love and happiness that life can offer.

I'm grateful for the love you gave me, and I am blessed to have known you. Cherish the life we had together, and as you move forward, carry our love with you in your heart. Until we meet again in a better place, my love, I will be waiting for you, just as you will always be in my heart.

With all the love in my soul,

John Price.

You can almost hear his voice echoing through the written lines. Your heart tightens, and tears roll down your cheeks as you finish reading.

Uncontrollable sobs wrack your body, and the ache in your chest intensifies with each passing moment. You find yourself gasping for breath between heart-wrenching cries. The raw pain of loss washes over you, and each word in the letter feels like a bittersweet echo of the love you shared.

In the days that followed, the words lingered, an ethereal presence in your heart. The letter remained a harbinger of sorrow, a tangible testament to the void Price left behind. Tears now blurred the lines, rendering his words almost unreadable. Yet, within those blurred lines, you found a flicker of resilience.

The pain of loss remained, an unwelcome companion, but within the lines of his letter, there was an urge to honor his memory through living life the way he would have wanted you too.

Slowly, like the tentative bloom of flowers after a harsh winter, you began to unfurl. You traced a path towards healing, stumbling through the fog of sorrow. The world around you seemed dull at first, colors muted and sounds distant. Yet, with each passing day, a glimmer of resilience emerged, a hesitant spark pushing through the darkness.

You found yourself in small moments – a sunrise painting the sky with hues of warmth, a stray cat lying on your porch, the scent of rain on the pavement. In these fragments of life, you began to glimpse a flicker of the light that once danced in your husband's eyes.

Carrying his memory, you navigated the world anew, a hesitant traveler on a journey of healing. His words echoed in your mind, encouraging you to embrace the vibrant symphony of existence. You found fragments of him in unexpected places – a familiar song on the radio, a butterfly dancing in the garden, or the scent of his favorite cologne lingering in the air.

In these moments, you felt a connection beyond the tangible, a comforting presence whispering that he was still with you. It wasn't a cure for the ache of loss, but rather a soothing balm, a reminder that love could transcend the boundaries of life and death.

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ladymelisande · 9 months

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My problem with this implication that Crowley is the Selfish One™ for panicking and wanting to run instead of going with Aziraphale to Heaven and Aziraphale being a supposed saint that wants to save humanity (or fix Heaven just for love of Crowley, which is quite reductive and I will to that in a minute) is that it just acts as ir Aziraphale knew that the Second Coming was happening all along (which he didn't) and that once again just ignores that 1) he was pretty excited at the idea of coming back there, 2) that he did imply he misses reporting to Heaven AKA he is struggling to be part of The Company™ - Michael Sheen also mentioned this before the season started - and 3) Aziraphale was spiraling and in denial of the situations happening around him all season.

There are some points I disagree with so much and they are just... Not in the show?

'That Aziraphale didn't know that Heaven tried to kill him.' Yes, he did, he didn't know the whole dialogue word for word, but Crowley says in the first episode that Gabriel tried to cast him into hellfire.

'That Heaven has good angels and that's why Aziraphale was doing the right thing by going.' Okay, I hate this point with passion. Heaven having nice, innocent angels like Muriel doesn't make it less of a cult/totalitarian environment/dystopia/you pick your metaphor. Just because some angels are good doesn't mean the system is not broken. In any case, those angels deserve to get the fuck out too.

Crowley can't let go of his hate of Heaven and that's bad for some reason. This point is so... victim blamy. Why in the hell should Crowley feel anything but hate for Heaven or God by the matter? Huh?!

The point that argues that Aziraphale only wanted to go back to Heaven because of Crowley and to keep him safe deserves a paragraph of his own because I think it's such a 'reduce into shipping' reading. Aziraphale has been struggling with letting go of Heaven, he hasn't been eating, he is playing humans like fiddles during that ball and denying the danger around him, he accepted Gabriel in his home when anyone with some self-preservation would have thrown him out of in the street. All of this, plus his line in Season 1 when he still hesitated about 'his side' not liking him staying with Crowley, all of this is a build up that goes up to the moment where he presents Metatron's offer to Crowley.

Because as much as I ship them and I do think Crowley going was a mayor factor on making him accept, I don't think it's only about Crowley, it's about Aziraphale's inability to let go of his perception of Heaven as the side of goodness.

Crowley going back to Heaven is how Aziraphale thinks he can have his cake and eat it. Crowley is safe from Hell (because he thinks in terms of Hell being more harmful to Crowley than Heaven) and Aziraphale gets to 'fix' Heaven and never, ever confront the fact that Heaven is not the side of good, most importantly, never confront the fact that God is not a force of good.

Aziraphale's acceptance of the offer is not just doing Good and Save Earth™ (because remember he didn't know about the Second Coming when he accepted), it's him regressing (in the psychological term, not in the character term) and not wanting to accept real change, which sort of goes with his character being the sort of slow and frozen previous eras (contrasting with Crowley 'going too fast'). It's the same thing with him just believing Crowley is a good person because he is fundamentally an angel Deep Down™, and not because he developed his own moral compass.

Like, I'm sorry, but I don't think him accepting that offer had anything to do with some super mega selfless impulse to save Earth. He doesn't mention Earth in his whole speech. He goes around how Heaven is 'the side of truth, of light, of good' and he looks at Crowley confused as if he doesn't get why Crowley wouldn't want to go back to The Side of Truth, Light and Good™. I don't see Earth and humans mentioned there. It's not about them and deep down is not even about Crowley.

It's about Aziraphale and Heaven. It's about how he, as much as he loves Crowley, he still wants Heaven, he still wants their praise, he wants to be needed by them and how he can't and (in that moment) doesn't want to accept what they truly are.

This is why he will fail in Season 3. There won't be growth if he suddenly manages to change an unchangeable system. He needs to fail, he needs to have this view of them and God broken or he will never grow out of it.

#go ahead call me a hater now 🙄#aziraphale #good omens meta #good omens #I swear this relationship therapy speech rubbish applying to fictional characters is just ruining storytelling #fandom always wants to twist situations in 'they are both wrong'#because weirdly they think that if only one of the characters are wrong then that character... Becomes an abuser I guess?#because that's totally how it works I guess!#one person can't be wrong in a relationship ever #it's has to be the two of them exactly in the same level or the relationship is Doomed™#but even then is not about that is about character progression

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barrenclan · 8 months

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ough, i love how Pinepaw kind of apologizes BUT also doesn't. i can't explain that very well, but usually situations like that are resolved in a way where character A apologizes for 'stealing' character's B love interest and how they couldn't help it, turning it into something really.. weird and awkward. sometimes weirdly 'sorry you aren't simply good enough for character C'.

here he acknowledges that she is hurt, basing it on what he saw their interactions to be, but without being particularly.. blamy? he puts his paw down internally, realizing that it's not his' or Corm's fault that Cormorant doesn't love Daffodil, but he doesn't tell her to suck it and move on or anything, only that he hopes she isn't mad at either of them for how it turned out. and that he is sorry it might had hurt her, without necessarily saying 'sorry I and Corm hurt you specifically'.

and she did took that well, after all! it seems like the talk and seeing them happy together made her realize that what she felt towards Corm wasn't quite it, but she clinged to it because she felt like she had to - to fulfill her 'destiny' and because she was scared of growing desperate and that no one else would look her way. and Pinepaw doesn't brush her insecurities and instead gently reminds her of her own worth and that there are already cats that love her, in a family and platonic way.

like. i dont know how much that makes sense exactly, but. i just like how that talk turned out.

I'm glad it came across that way, it's exactly what I was thinking of while writing the scene! I needed a resolution for the Cormorantpaw/Daffodilpaw/Pinepaw tangle, and this is not a place I wanted any needless drama. Both of the siblings are a little older and more mature by this point, and they care for each other deeply.

#ask #anon #daffodilpaw #pinepaw #cormorantpaw

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shittydrawnsollux · 4 days

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Opinions on the girlypops you're close too? Any in depth analysis of there maniacal nature- I mean... fantastic...ness?

TA: no iit2 ok. you were riight the fiir2t tiime.

TA: fiir2t off ii2 obviiou2ly aa... well, 2he2 great. not much el2e two 2ay there.

TA: dunno iif ii wanna "analyze" my friiend2. but ii gue22 for her, iim ju2t glad 2he2 doiing her own thiing now iin2tead of haviing two go off whatever 2grub deciided ii2 2o called iimportant.

TA: ..even iif "her own thiing" doe2nt iinclude me. ii havent really.... 2een her iin a whiile.

TA: anyway next ii2 kk. well frankly he2 a fuckiing iidiiot, and nobody2 falliing for the angry act.

TA: we know you liike u2 kk. but al2o 2top gettiing mad at your2elf for 2hiit.

TA: ye2 you do 2uck at tiime2 but never at the thiing2 that are out of your control, whiich ii2 what you u2ually get actually up2et about. nobody blame2 you.

TA: 2o quiit blamiing your2elf.

TA: fiinally!! kn.

TA: ii dunno, 2he2 cool. even iif her ta2te iin quad2 ii2 kiind of concerniing iim glad 2he2 haviing fun ii gue22??

TA: 2he2 chiill but, youre allowed two have your own problem2 two yknow. iin2tead of dealiing wiith everyone el2e2 2o much.

TA: now *my* que2tiion for *you*, what the fuck doe2 giirlypop even mean?? whatever iim iincludiing kk iin iit anyway.

#ask #anonymous #shittydrawnsollux #bdhs #homestuck #sollux captor #aradia megido #karkat vantas #kanaya maryam

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jenniferjareauwife · 2 months

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Would you please write a continuation where JJ and maybe Emily go with reader to report it to the police and stand up for her if they are being victim blamy

How Is That Relevant?

pairing: jennifer jareau x daughter reader

category: hurt/comfort

warnings: rape

word count: 722

age: 16

summary: you report what happened to the police station but it doesn't go as expected

a/n: i only wrote it for jj since i don't write for emily, i hope it's still ok!

My mom's hand held my own tightly as we sat in the parking lot of the local police station. "Take your time to honey. We have all the time in the world." I nodded and tried to take a few deep breaths but my anxiety wasn't calming down.

"Mom I don't know if I can do this."

"You can do it honey. I'll be right here with you the whole time, ok? I'm right here." She gave my hand an assuring squeeze and I finally mustered up the courage to get out of the car.

She led the way into the police station while holding my hand. "What are you two here for?" A tired looking police officer asked as we walked up to the desk.

"I um...I was raped." He didn't seem phased.

"Ok. Fill out this form then we'll ask you some questions." I looked to my mom who looked a bit ticked off but I dragged her to the comfy chairs, my leg bouncing anxiously.

"It's gonna be ok baby."

"How do you know that?"

"I just know, ok?" She put her hand on my knee to keep it from bouncing.

Ten minutes later I had filled out the form and handed it to the police officer. He un enthusiastically led us to a questioning room so we could have some privacy. My mom held my hand the whole time, knowing how much it helped to keep me grounded.

"What were you wearing?" He asked.

"I was-"

"How is that relevant?" My mom cut in. I looked at her with a shocked expression but I let her talk. "It doesn't matter what she wore, it matters that the person who raped her is locked away. It doesn't fucking matter what she wore." He remained unphased.

"What time of day did it happen?"

"Like...midnight." I knew the exact time but it was clear that he didn't care.

"And what were you doing outside at midnight?"

"You need to stop right now with those questions." My mom cut in again. "Those are not the questions you need to be asking."

"With all due respect ma'am. I don't really care."

"Well you should. Because I work for the FBI and I will report you." His eyes widened a bit. "Now either you victim blame my daughter and lose your job or ask her actual relevant questions that will get her the help he needs and get the dickwad in jail." He nodded.

"Yes ma'am."

After that I just gave him a few word answers, knowing that he really didn't care and I didn't like thinking about it either. My mom squeezed my hand to comfort me which I greatly appreciated but I really just wanted to go back home.

When he was done questioning me I practically dragged my mom out of the station, wanting to be anywhere but there. "That guy was an asshole honey. It wasn't your fault, don't let him put that thought in your head."

"I want to go home." I mumbled.

"Ok hon. We can go home." She started the car as I held back tears.

As soon as I stepped into our house I burst into tears. "Oh honey." My mom whispered, pulling me into her arms. "It's ok. You're safe. You're here with me, nothing can hurt you, ok? You're safe. I've got you."

"Why...why w-was he acting l-like it was m-my fault?"

"Because he's a dipshit, ok? If we had ended up talking to any other officer they would've cared so much more than him. We just got the wrong guy. No one but him thinks it was your fault, ok?" I nodded, holding onto her a tight as I could. "I love you so much honey. What can I do to help you right now?" She rubbed my back slowly.

"Just hold me please."

"Of course." She kissed the top of my head and held me as close to her as possible. "No one's ever going to hurt you again, I'll make sure of it." I sniffled and nodded into her chest.

"Thank you mom. For everything." I looked up at her with teary eyes and she wiped away my tears with a soft smile.

"Of course. Anything for you." She kissed my forehead gently. "I love you baby."

"I love you too."

#criminal minds #jennifer jareau #x reader #jennifer jareau x reader #x daughter reader #x daughter!reader #jennifer jareau x you

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