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whalesforhands · 10 months

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This is the same anon with the truth or dare idea and I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT!! Got me all giggling and kicking my feet (from the quick reply AND the fic hehe) wanna say rq that I love how wholesome and cute your fics are❤️😭😭 they're healing my soul from the manga

Anyways I was thinking of something similar but with 7 minutes in heaven😗

Imagine playing 7 minutes in heaven with the trio in the classroom after class (I doubt the closets in their dorm is big enough) and stsg are both picked to go into the supply closet first, leaving reader and shoko alone. While the duo are doing god knows what in that closet, reader and shoko are just casually flirting and the longer it went on the handsier (is that even a word) she got. She couldn't really help it with the way that stocking was hugging the fat of your thighs, you can't blame her for wanting to give it a good squeeze, to which she eventually did. Reader just let out a whine of shokos name and brushed it off, though it did fluster her a little with how bold shoko is.

After the 7 minutes, stsg came out with their hair and clothes a bit disheveled (nobody questions it). Though they both had this look, lowkey glaring at shoko for getting to spend alone time with you and even getting you to let out such a cute call of her name. Cue their usual banter with shoko fighting over who gets to spend time with you and eventually everyone does get back to the game, this time reader and suguru getting paired up.

If there was anyone you'd wanna be locked in a dark closet with, it's probably suguru. He's so nice and thoughtful, always making sure you're feeling comfortable and that you're not too tensed. Though with how small the closet it, the both of you are pressed up against each other. Now usually suguru is one to keep his composure, but it's just a tad bit hard to do so when he can feel your soft breathing, and your chest pressed against his. Whenever you squirmed, he'd tell you to stay still, but the more you tried not to do something the more you couldn't help but do it😭 so now we have a fustered suguru trying to keep his hands to himself and reader who's squirming around and apologizing profusely. Eventually tho, suguru hugs reader in place to stop the squirming, tho I think he underestimated your height a little, seeing as how his arms are wrapped around your ass and not your waist, with his hands resting at the back of your thighs, and a surprised reader lets out a loud cry, which surprised suguru as much as you, and the two outside of the closet, who opened the closet door immediately after only to be greeted with the sight of your compromising position. Needless to say it took both you and suguru a while to actually look each other in the eye afterwards.

This is kinda long sry😓

this ask brings me back to 2014 creepypasta boyfriend scenario core. but it’s totally something that stsg would pull though LMFAO. and sorry, i picked the closet. a whole spacious classroom vs a tiny, dark enclosed space, which would u pick? hehe

party games are my way into your heart ii (shoko x reader, geto x gojo, gojo x reader x geto)

warnings: gets kind of spicy, 17+, third year au, i got slightly carried away writing, i am definitely showing favouritism towards geto in recent fics, gojo stans time to step up that creativity of yours and not just in porn, reader is a loser virgin

‘Party @ MY room!!! tell shoko too!! btw if u both miss it i’m eating all the pudding in the fridge!!’ - The Great Gojo Satoru

Two options were given for you to circle.

Yes or YES

Satoru had surreptitiously handed the note to you.

By that, he rolled a ball of crushed up paper towards you via the ground, past Suguru’s legs and eventually hitting your shoe as you slightly jolted from the sudden distraction from your literature review of The Tale of Genji.

He had coughed, albeit a bit loudly into his hand when you ignored it, choosing to focus on your essay, until you heard him cough even louder.

“Gojo, are you experiencing a cold?” Yaga-sensei had asked, out of concern for his student as a teacher, and out of worried annoyance because it was Gojo.

“Ahhh~ Sensei, ahem! Just feeling under the weather today!” He had coughed out, the back of his hand pressed to his forehead for melodramatic effect, leaning back and slumping down in his seat.

“You seem perfectly fine if you’re playing up such theatrics. Focus on your work.”

“Yes sir!”

You saw Suguru roll his eyes as Shoko audibly snickers at the situation.

(You smile just a little at his silliness. Maybe you will pick up his note.)

You snatch up the paper, gently unfolding it as Shoko peeks at it from beside you.

She smirked, reading the note before mouthing something to you.

“See you there.”

(Anything for Shoko.)

——

“Ugh, of course I get you.”

“Pfft, you should be proud, darling!” Gojo leaned against a huffing Geto’s shoulder, snuggling his head against him.

“I’ll be sure to show you a good time, sweetie~!” Gojo had puckered his lips, aiming to land an obnoxiously wet kiss on Geto’s cheek before his forehead was held back by the said victim’s palm.

“Save it.” Suguru grimaced, getting up.

Wrapping his arm around Suguru’s waist, Satoru lead them both to the closet, sending a wink towards you and Shoko before he slid the closet door shut.

…

“Ahnnn! Suguru you’re such a naughty boy!”

“Good god- Shut the fuck up!”

“Ooh~, I like it when you’re so mean to m- Ack!”

You heard fumbling, cursing from Suguru when he whacked his arm against something, Satoru growing strangely quiet.

You turned to Shoko, cheeks burning and embarrassment written all over your face as you tried to ignore, tried to stop your mind from imagining what was happening in there.

“Is… Is this normal for people our age…?” Your hands were pressed bashfully to your face, your shame apparent as Shoko downed another sip from her glass.

(“It’s special grape juice, don’t worry.” She had smiled, “You can have a sip, though.”)

“Totally normal if you’re as ‘active’ as those two. Haven’t seen them go a day without touching each other.”

(“Is it… Really that good?” You watch her down it. It looked kind of sweet.)

“…”

“Aren’t you curious about what it would feel like?” She paused, a devious smirk overtaking her face. “With me, of course.”

(“Try it, babe.” She had pressed the rim of the glass against your lips gently, about a single sip left inside. “Maybe you’ll like it.”)

——

Perhaps that was how you ended up in this situation.

Sitting on the ground, your thighs parted just enough for Shoko to be inbetween them, her lips pressed against your neck, her hand on your thigh as you squirmed at the feeling of her sweet tongue on your bare skin.

It felt good.

“Shoko…” Your hand comes up to her shoulder, gripping and trying to pull her closer as you felt her knee inch closer to your core.

It made you feel so… Warm and fuzzy. You can’t tell if it was the sip of alcohol you had, or maybe it was Shoko herself.

“Ah, Shoko!” You felt her bite down as your voice came out unexpectedly loudly in the form of a moan.

The closet door slammed open.

A haphazardly dressed Satoru and Suguru stepping out, almost hurriedly, causing Shoko to smirk, slowly separating from you but not without ensuring that your unbuttoned dress shirt exposed the mark she had left on you.

Satoru’s smile was tight eyes flitting between your neck and your face behind his sunglasses as Suguru kept his usual serene expression, albeit it looked a little forced.

A little angry.

“Why don’t we have our beloved (name) go next?”

——

“Suguru? I-I’m sorry I got you… I-I know you prefer Satoru so-“

“No, no.” He sounded a bit panicked, his hands pressed against the wall to prevent any ‘accidents’.

“You’re… Wonderful. I’m actually quite glad I got you.”

You perked up, your heart jumping at his words.

“R…really?”

You hear him chuckle. “Really. I’m fine with just chatting with you for the next 7 minutes.”

You hope he couldn’t tell that you were blushing.

Pressing your head against his chest, you uttered your soft thanks, feeling his hand gently stroking your head.

Your hands blindly shifted around, trying to feel for something to hold on to so that you could give Suguru some space, so that he wouldn’t feel uncomfortable touching you.

“Ah, p-please don’t move around so much.”

“S-sorry-! I’m trying to- ah!” You fell forward, your chest pressing even closer to Suguru, your thigh brushing against a certain area that causes him to freeze up.

You continue to squirm as you try to regain your balance, unknowingly rubbing against a slowly hardening-

“I’m sorry-! I’m going to hold you, okay?” You hear his hands moving away from the wall, trying to politely find purchase on your body before-

“S-Suguru…! That’s- That’s…!” His hands had unfortunately settled themselves on the globes of your ass, almost as if he had forgotten the height difference between the both of you.

“I-I’m very sorry!” His hands aimed to move up to your waist, but with your squirming, his hands only slipped further down, brushing against the skin of your exposed inner thighs as you suddenly moaned at the euphoric sensation.

(Another embarrassing sound from you…! Are you trying to kill off your social life?!)

The door is suddenly jolted open, a pouty, flustered Satoru gulping as he took in the sight.

The hem of your skirt had caught onto one of the many hangers, leaving it slightly flipped up, giving Satoru an eyeful of your panties.

Suguru’s face was bright red, his hands still on the back of your upper thigh, his grip had tightened protectively on instinct when the door was slid open, as if trying to defend you.

(It didn’t work. If anything, it added more tension to the scene.)

You were doing no better, panting and slightly sweaty, your hair a mess as you leaned against Suguru’s chest, hands wrapped around his waist.

You looked euphoric. Your eyes unfocused, the embarrassment making you cling even more onto Suguru, hiding your face in his chest.

“Get out, Satoru!” You felt Suguru’s chest rumble with displeasure, your face burning bright.

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Notes:

You and Suguru found it hard to look at each other without blushing up a storm for 3 days straight.

Shoko couldn’t stop laughing with every awkward interaction she watched between you 2.

You accidentally fell on top of him during one of the 3 days. Suguru nearly passed out.

Satoru was extremely pouty. He begged for a final round after you and Suguru got out of the closet. Just before it could land on you, Yaga had burst in, asking what all the racket was. That was the end of the party.

Satoru was refusing to cuddle with Suguru for a whole day out of pettiness.

Satoru, out of pettiness yet again, refused to talk to you civilly. You ended up cuddling with him in place of Suguru to, in his words ‘Make it even!’.

#geto x reader #geto x reader x gojo #gojo x reader #getou suguru x reader x gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #whalewrites #getou suguru x reader #shoko ieiri x reader #geto suguru x reader x gojo satoru #satosugu x reader #dyf au

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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 8 months

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I know theres a lot ot talk of Hobie's past and I love the idea of BigFamily!Hobie. But may I PLEASE add to the table:

StreetKid!Hobie -

It's not as happy or wholesome of a backstory as Hobie with a big family, and a big community - but there's still tenderness there I PROMISE.

Like - Maybe Hobie understood what Gwen was going through because he's been through it himself. He knows what it's like.

I like the headcanon that Hobie just...didn't have a family. No tragic backstory or anything. Just the sharp reality that the system lets some kids fall through the cracks.

Because it's a story or reality we hardly ever see, but it's one that exists - being a homeless street kid. We hardly see that story in it's entirety, rather than just the dramatic scenes.

But like STREETKID!HOBIE

He doesn't have anyone to take him to school or buy him uniforms - so he went to the library to teach himself. He doesn't have much money, but the men at the kebab shops know him, the kid that comes in asking for 'anything they've got' , with 2 pounds 50 pence. So they start feeding him, free of charge.

He helps run errands for the old ladies, and they make sure he has clothes for the winter. They'll knit him sweaters and scarves, and give them to him, telling him to run home and get inside, not knowing that might not be an option for him.

But even if they don't know the whole story, the know Hobie the streetkid, who looks tough but has a heart of gold and will help with anything - the kid who'll feed the stray cats before himself.

Most nights, he sleeps at F.E.A.S.T - because we always talk about how great F.E.A.S.T is but never what it's like to actually have to live there as a homeless person for an extended period of time.

The adults know his face, they worry if they don't see him in a bit. They set blankets aside for him, ask him if he's eaten, and for the first time in forever, maybe in his life, he has people who cares - people who want to help.

F.E.A.S.T makes Hobie wanna help people.

And THAT's where he finds his family.

He starts finding other kids too. Older Streetkids start helping him out. They let him squat with them, and show him how to do things like steal electronics, and which shops throw out a bunch of good food at night.

And he starts meeting people, and seeing the teens that'll make him person he is later.

He starts hanging out with them more and more - and they start calling him Hobie.

The take him under their wing. They looked out for him, made sure nobody messed with the youngest of the bunch.

Anywhere they sleep or squat - Hobie does too. And on the nights that it's the worse, that's it too much, or too scary - or the nights where he's just angry at the world,

They're there to remind him there's kindness in the world.

That kindness and joy and having a laugh with the mandem is RADICAL, it's an act of defiance, and a form of power. And that you don't need a big house with the picket fence and 2.5 kids to grow up 'right'.

One of the street kids give him his first patches. They snag him the leather vest he wears today, back when he was tiny and short and he had grow into it.

They taught him everything he knows - from laces code to how to stud a jacket. They start taking him to protests, starts explaining why things are the way they are, how the system is meant to keep people like them down.

They teach him what ACAB means and true anarchy

The first person he ever met wearing blue laces - was a Streetkid. An older kid that Hobie couldn't help but look up to, or even be a little jealous of. A cooler kid with tall leather boots and blue laces.

And when the kid smirked and told him what they meant, Hobie couldn't help but think 'That's SO kickass'.

One night, one of the kids brings a record they stole. They play it on the player - and it's Ramones. Hobie, maybe only 13, hearing rock for the first time.

And he's wide eyed and asking who that is, who's playing the guitar, what's the song name, and the older kids just smirk and chuckle cause they KNOW -

That's when Hobie falls in love with rock.

And Hobie spends his teens with these people, becoming the punk rock anarchist god he is. He learns how to help people like they help him.

Some of those kids are still around, some on their feet now, and some living free, sticking with the life of a Streetkid by choice. Some he sees often - they're the ones he has a laugh with at the pub.

Others, have moved on, or passed away.

And one day Hobie looks around and realizes he's the oldest one now. He looks around and realizes he's the older street kid now. He's the big bro - and he loves it.

Gwen wasn't the only one staying there when she lived with him. She's not the first Society recruit either.

Because of the streetkids that gave him a family, Hobie is who he is - he has a houseboat that always has at least one or two kids staying there, just looking for a place to stay or a meal to eat.

No matter what - Hobie will help.

At to all the StreetKids that came before, Hobie remembers them all - all the help they gave him and all the times they saved him. He hopes that one day, there are people to remember him too, the same way.

Because that's what he wants to be remembered for.

Because he's not a hero - SpiderPunk isn't the hero. Those streetkids were the heroes.

They way they helped him - is the way he helped Gwen.

I need more StreetKid!Hobie SO BAD S OBADDDDLLY

What if Hobie's brown ideology and fashion and beliefs and his love for everyone around him is a reflection of the very teens who raised him and kept him safe and they're the reason why he does any of this to begin with for the streetkids MY GOODDDDDD

HOBIE BROWN - THE PATRON SAINT OF WARWARD TEENS

#BACK ON MY HOBIE SHIT #i was never off it #also no proofread lol #spiderman #atsv #marvel #spider man #across the spiderverse #hobie brown #spider punk #spiderpunk #Hobie headcanons #hobie brainrot

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thisismeracing · 11 months

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King of my heart | MS47 | part. 13

Pairing: mick schumacher x hamilton!reader (she/her)

Warnings: curse words, twitter environment, mention of food, not proofread etc, etc. Minors DNI!

summary: The media is getting enough content to make Yn decide to take a step back from social media and everything that can further expose her personal life. Besides that, she has to deal with ghosts from the past and the curious gazes of fans who start to connect the dots when enough data is gathered.

a/n: none of the pictures used are mine, they are all from Pinterest and other apps. everything else is made up by me and I do not give permission for it to be published on a different platform. I would appreciate it if those things could be taken into consideration 💛

a/n2: I tried some new tolls on this chapter (gossip websites and other social media profiles), so please let me know if you guys like it or if it was better the way I was doing it before.

a/n3: The angsty season is about to begin, so get ready!!! I have the next chapter almost ready, so we're gonna try something new: as soon as this chapter hits 100 notes I'm posting the new one.

ALSO, I'm really thankful for all the likes, reblogs, and comments on Komh, it means a lot and it motivates me to keep writing. Thank you, guys! *mwah* 💖💗

part. 12 | series masterlist | part. 14 | taglist

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theofficialyn recharging the energies with the fam 🤍

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hammertim3 Forever thankful to you for feeding us some wholesome Lewis content 🙏🏾

mickshoemaker not to start drama or anything, but the first picture…and the sixth…am I the only one seeing Mick’s hands?

⤷ parisyn you guys are reaching, this is getting out of hand. just top

lewishamilton I love you to infinity, bitsy 🖤

swiftieeras Yn wearing skinny jeans is something else 😍

summerseasonf1 It’s so good to see them happy

roscoelovescoco I love’s spending’s time’s with you’s, aunties Yns 🧡🧡

user1999 why are the polaroids face down in the fourth pic?

⤷ mickceded because it's none of our business. y’all too curious

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user0 These heels look lowkey ugly, and let's not even get on the unsafe portion

lewishamilton so proud of you ❤️

queenyn I loved how she went full mode on the colours, there are just enough options and they are all so pretty aaaaa

francisca.cgomes I am so ready for those boots to come out!!!! Loving everything, Yn 😍

⤷ hammermilton all the wags supporting Yn, brb I'm gonna cry

hater12 those green heels are horrendous 🤢🤢

user45 those are regular shoes, nothing much about them...I don't see why everyone praises Yn, honestly

user1 overrated.

huser99 🤮🤮🤮🤮

leferrariclerc We rarely get mickyn interactions anymore and I blame it on the lack of limits from some of you on the fandom 😭

⤷ schumini he doesn't even like her stuff anymore 💔

username3 Those all jeans outfit lmao you guys call it style? she dress as bad as lewis 🤡🤣

ynfrance whats up with all the hate?????????? Yn deserves better!

⤷ swiftieracing I think the haters finally were able to catch up with the news that she's lewis sister and so she got his fans but his haters as well.

⤷ verstopping I honestly don't understand why people hate on Lewis, much less on Yn now

taglist: @sachaa-ff @ferrariloverr @kenanlotus0 @mickslover @mellowpizzapuppy @dalsuwaha @formulakay3 @mishaandthebrits @iloveyou3000morgan @crimeshowjunkie

DRAMA IS ABOUT TO BEGIN AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Get ready for some angsty chapters <3

I have the next one almost ready, so we're gonna try something new: as soon as this chapter hits 100 notes I'm posting the new one. Let's do this, I'm excited (but also kinda insecure) about the next one, fingers crossed you guys will like it 😘.

#mick schumacher #mick schumacher imagine #f1 imagines #f1 imagine #ms47 #black!reader #mick schumacher x reader #millie writes #mick schumacher social media au #mick schumacher x black!reader #mick schumacher x you #f1 social media au #mick schumacher imagines #mick schumacher one shot

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ysljoon · 9 months

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john price dad headcannons

wc: 1.3k warnings: fluff, angst, feelings of abandonment, found family trope, afab reader, inaccurate descriptions of adoption, tf141 cameo a/n: i have been going thorugh it ya'll and i just needed something self indulgent, but pt 2 for roommate konig is coming soon! MINORS DNI (have your age in your bio or you're getting blocked)

Price knew he wanted to be a dad from his early twenties, but he felt like a partner was off the table due to his line of work

He was so wary of adoption because if a partner wasn’t an option for him how would he feel about abandoning a child???

Nonetheless Price knew what he wanted in life and a child was all he needed and more

He started the adoption process once he turned 30

Oh man when he saw you for the first time he knew in his heart that he would give you the world! You had that man wrapped around your little finger before you even knew it

You had been in the foster system since you were 4 years old and you had just turned 10 around the time the time that Price was interested in adopting

Needless to say it was more and more disheartening as the years went on and nobody was interested in making you part of their family especially since you were now on the older side

The day that Price had come in and the social work case manager had come in to tell you that the man wanted to see you, oh your heart was beating a 100 miles a minute trying to culminate the best strategy to make the best first impression

The social case work manager left you two alone to get comfortable and feel out how the two of you would get along

Price is embarrassed to this day about how nervous he was to talk to a 10 year old LMAO he was sweating

You guys got along great in no time and there were wholesome laughs for the whole hour

Right before he left he gave you a pat on your head and said “I’m coming right back for you sweetheart, just you wait.”

And man did you wait

Two months to be exact and it was a devastating feeling

You felt abandoned again and it hurt even more since you thought you really found a forever home

Once he finally did come back you just couldn’t hold back the tears and you wrapped your arms around his torso and refused to let go until the social worker has to pry you off so Price could proceed with the paperwork

Two weeks after that is when you officially moved into his home and you were vibrating with excitement in the backseat the whole car ride

He scooped you up from the backseat and piggybacked you into the home and your eyes were glimmering both from tears and from how happy you were to have a place called home

Price commemorated your first day home with a selfie of you two make silly faces and his bucket hat placed on your head that was much too big on you

He printed that picture immediately to put it on the fridge

Price was a superstellar dad for you

(You were a little bit spoiled, but Price would never admit to that)

He would watch youtube videos on how to do different hairstyles for you, he tried to attend all your sports competitions, and was there for your first orchestra recital!

The first time you properly called him dad instead of John was when he came to see your flute solo that you had in your sixth grade winter concert

Once you were done you frantically left backstage to look for him and he snuck up behind you to pick you up into a bear hug

He brought a bouquet of flowers for you and placed a kiss on the top of your head

“I’m so proud of you sweetheart.” Oh man did that open the floodgates for you

You hugged him so tight and it was muffled into his shirt but Price would hear it as clear as day: “I love you so much dad. Thanks for everything.”

The both you were sniveling messes the whole way home that night

Though when he did miss your school and extracurricular events there was always stung a bit more than you would care to admit

He would always apologize to you about his work duties and then leave you in the care of a trusted, live-in babysitter

It got even more annoying as you got older because he was very secretive about his job and never disclosed anything he did and you just wanted to know something

What does he do that makes him gone for weeks to MONTHS at a time???

The first time you met Task Force 141 was an accident and it was when you were 16

You were home after school hanging out with Price watching movies and was waiting for pizza to come

Once he heard the knock on the door he went to go get it, but he was taking a lot longer than expected and your stomach was starting to hurt from how hungry you were

“Dad, what's taking so long with the pizza?”

You reached the foyer and saw three very large men standing at the door and one of them was wearing a mask (???)

“Who are these people, dad? Am I Interrupting something?” You had a very weary eye on them and took a step back

They all looked at you then each other with the widest eyes and Price just stood there letting out the biggest sigh

“Boys, this is my daughter. Sweetheart this is Gaz, Ghost, and Soap.”

Oh these people were weird

The two unmasked ones were grinning at you and the masked one was looking at you with such a scrutinizing look and it made you squirm

You quickly made it over to your dad and got on your tippy toes to whisper something in his ear

“Dad, you have weird friends. I don’t like them at all.” He let out a cough that you’re pretty sure was used to cover up a laugh

“They’re also my…coworkers.”

This made you raise your eyebrow out of curiosity

“I see…so what is it that you guys do?”

The one with the mohawk was about to speak until Price told you to wait in your room until him and his coworkers were done speaking

You sighed and locked yourself upstairs

“Mates, I want not a single word uttered about this in the slightest.” He pointed a firm finger at each of the men

“What’s the lassie’s name at least?”

“Y/N, Mactavish now leave it alone!”

Needless to say Soap nor the rest of the 141 left it alone and you practically became their little sister

They watched you grow up and were there for the night of your prom

They scared the piss out of your date and you got so angry

Your dad escorted them all inside to let you have privacy with your date

Price mostly rushed inside because he was about to start tearing up and he didn't want you to see him cry

They were there at your high school graduation too and you have a framed picture on your desk of all of them with big smiles holding you close with your diploma in hand

Now that you're in college it’s a lot harder to be away from them and especially your dad and there are nights where you just stare at the ceiling and clutch the stuffed teddy bear Price got you when you were younger and just look forward to when you’ll see them again

They try and make visits at least once every 2-3 months and it’s never boring whenever they come

Gaz and Soap try and gossip with you about any new boys you’ve met in college and Price likes to act uninterested but you know he has his ear angled in the direction of all three of you to see what you say

No matter the distance you know you have your forever family and they are your home no matter where you are or where they are.

#john price x reader #john price fluff #cod headcanons #john price x you #john price #captain john price #price x reader #price x you #call of duty x reader #tf 141 #price headcanons #captain price x female reader #cod mw2

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silent-stories · 1 year

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The best babysitter

(Eddie Munson x F!reader)

That day, you were supposed to babysit your four-year-old cousin, Alice, but you'd completely forgotten that Max had asked you to help with a school project.

So, before you went to see Max, you left the kid with Eddie, saying you'd be back soon.

Eddie had been nervous all morning: he didn't have much experience with children and, knowing that many people thought he was scary, he was afraid she would get scared or started crying when she saw him.

"Alice, this is Eddie. He's a friend of mine. Eddie, this is Alice, my cousin." You introduced them leaving the kid in Eddie's arms, right out of his trailer.

He tried to hide the sigh of relief he let out when, holding her in his arms, she simply grabbed the pick attached to his necklace, played with it, turned it over in her little hands and looked at him curiously.

"Will you guys be okay?" You asked.

"Yeah, sure. Don't worry." He said as the little girl tugged at a strand of Eddie's curly hair, causing him to chuckle.

You thanked one last time and headed into the trailer in front of Eddie's to meet Max. Her project took longer than expected and after several hours, you went back to Eddie's trailer door, hoping everything went well.

You knocked hearing voices coming from inside but nobody opened the door. You lowered the handle, discovering that the door was not locked and you entered, to find yourself in front of one of the most wholesome scenes you'd ever witnessed.

Eddie and Alice were sitting on the floor, some books, pencils and markers scattered around them.

He was reading from a book a conversation between two characters, for the first he emitted a deep, low voice and for the second one more acute and high, making the little girl burst out laughing every time.

You closed the door behind you, without announcing your presence yet and you leaned against the wall observing the scene with a smile on your lips.

You noticed that there were two messy pigtails on the little girl's head. They weren't there when you brought her to Eddie so the only option was that he made them.

You giggled at the image that popped into your head. The tattoos on Eddie's arms had been colored in, probably with the markers on the floor, and there was pink nail polish on his nails. You wondered why the hell Eddie owned pink nail polish.

"Y/N!" The kid suddenly exclaimed, pointing at you.

Eddie turned to you. "Hey, you're just in time! We need the princess."

You joined them, sitting next to Eddie who offered you an amused smile. "I am already the ogre, the witch and the knight. Please be the princess."

You chuckled. "Okay."

"Finally the princess has graced us mere mortals with her presence!" He exclaimed theatrically, making Alice burst out laughing again.

"This is the moment when the knight declares his undying love to the princess, swearing allegiance to her until the end of his days!"

That was also the moment you realized you didn't just have a crush on your best friend; you were completely in love with him, but you didn't say anything yet.

There was a kingdom to save for the moment.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson drabble

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intimidating-fettuccine · 11 months

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Hello 👋 I have not sent requests before to an author so I hope I am doing this correctly. I would like to ask for a short scenario where tween/new resident reader gets their first period but it happens when all of the responsible creeps are out of the house so they need to rely on the ones who are not very knowledgable on periods? I know there are many interpretations on who is considered the "responsible" ones so I will leave it up to your judgement to decide who the irresponsible ones are and how many you include. Please have a good day and do not worry if you need to skip this one for any reason ❤

You did do this correctly! I think this is a pretty wholesome ask/situation, so thanks for letting me write it ^^

No pronouns used as always, but the reader is AFAB and the creeps are aware of this, obviously. This got longer than I meant it to, but I wanted the wholesomeness.

They knew that it would be coming at some point. While none of them were very invasive to your health and the status of the puberty your body was now going through, Slender and EJ did make it very clear to all residents that when you did finally get your period if you asked any of them for help, they were to help you. While this was done in a discreet manner, that also meant that you weren't sure who to go to first, and with most of the mansion out for personal or work reasons, that left your options fairly slim when it hit you for the first time.

Making your way delicately but quickly downstairs, you weighed your options as you started to look for someone, anyone that might be able to aid you in your time of need, hoping that at least one of the girls might be in the mansion, but alas, fate would have it against you today. As you stumbled into the kitchen, you discovered the only remaining creeps in the mansion were Jason, LJ, Toby, and BEN. The four of them were sat very unsuspectingly, having a laugh together over a game of cards. Toby noticed you first, eagerly looking up and smiling, giving you a greeting, before his face faltered, and the other three turned to look at you as well, panic and concern immediately springing to their faces as you stood there, uncomfortable, panicking, almost on the verge of tears. Finally, the words you'd been waiting to say came out of you all at once, that you'd gotten your period.

The four of them sat there in silence for about thirty seconds, processing your words, before panic began to erupt between them over what they should do about the situation to try and help you with none of the more knowledgeable creeps there.

"Don't they need pads or something?? Like a tampon, right?? But what's better? What do we even have??? Do we use those cup things?? I don't know how to use any of those, what if they don't know??" Toby yelled out in a hurry.

"I remember Jane saying that pads would be the best way to start out since they're the easiest to use and most commonly on hand here." Jason's voice was level, but it was clear that he was in deep concern for you.

"Well, then shouldn't we go get some pads from Jane's room? Surely she's got some, right? That would be good, right?" Came Jack's quick response to Jason, already preparing to leap up and rush to Jane's room.

"Wouldn't Jane totally kill us if we went into her room and through her stuff though?! We don't even know where she keeps them, and she has so many products in her bathroom!!" Toby's panicked voice rang out once again.

"Well, then what else do you recommend we do, genius??" Jack shot back at him.

As they continued to bicker, BEN's eyes flashed between all of them, growing more concerned by the second, and as his eyes finally settled on you, embarrassment all over your face, he sighed, floating over with a comforting smile.

"I might not be the most knowledgeable person here, but I'll help you, okay?" His words calmed you down as you nodded, and BEN quickly escorted you to the medical area of the mansion.

Having been aware of all the things the mansion orders medical-wise, BEN was able to search around and find a freshly unopened package of pads, picking the most basic looking one he could find, before floating back down to you.

"These have instructions on them, okay?" He said calmly, pointing them out on the package. "You're a smart kid, and I know you can figure it out, but if you need any help, let me know, okay?" You nodded in response to his question, and he took you back up to your room, allowing you to get changed and attempt to use a pad for the first time.

When you emerge from your bedroom looking more settled, BEN smiles, asking you if everything went okay, and when you smile and nod, thanking him for his help, he dismisses you, saying it's the least he could do. BEN was a bit too embarrassed to admit it, but despite not being the most responsible or knowledgeable, he had asked both Jane and EJ for any advice on how to help you, should you end up in a situation like this. By the time BEN had finished speaking, the other three had dashed upstairs by that point, worry all over their faces, although you told them that BEN had helped you figure everything out, and they all sighed, apologizing for their earlier panic.

"I picked these out for you, I've been told they can help," Jason says as he steps closer, holding out some chocolates for you, which you eagerly accepted.

"I found these too, Natalie normally keeps an extra downstairs, and I don't know if you need them, but I thought they'd help!!" Toby exclaims, bounding over to hand you a bottle of menstrual pain pills.

"I had been meaning to get this to you anyway, and I figured you could use its comfort now more than ever," Jack speaks up, handing you a giant plushie, one he had been knitting for you as a gift.

They might not all be the most responsible or level-headed, but really, everyone in the mansion had your best interests at heart, and they would do their best to care for you, even if there was a bit of momentary panic involved. They'd always be your big brothers and sisters, and they'd always lend a helping hand to you, whenever you needed it.

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Obey me! Lucifer loses MC the worst way (Part 1/3)

Attention: not short attention spane friendly, angst, spoilers

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Being in an established relationship with the strongest demon of the Devildom after the kings is all fun and wholesome untill you realise how lonely it really is.

Since you and Lucifer started dating almost 3 months ago you went on 2 dates only and spent hardly any time together with the brothers always causing troubles and Diavolo making the most out of the demon's oath.

It is not that you haven't tried. You did. You understood the importance he has in this realm and that being the demanding partner isn't an option. But not seeing him nor hearing from him for the fifth day in a row was going beyound reasonable tolerance.

it is with all these doubts and heartaches that you gathered with Mammon and Belphegor in the planetarium that day.

"Ya lookin' a lil' bit sadder every day ya know?. Havin' debts problems?" Mammon says his face shoved into yours.

"Quit playing." You answer as you push him away. "I am just ... reconsidering stuff."

"It's Lucifer, isn't it?" Belphie says seriously.

"Who else?" You say in a surrender.

"This A'hole causing ya trouble? UUUGH told ya I am better." Mammon tries to make you laugh.

"He is an A'hole. But don't say it like that. He is just too busy to even remember I exist."

"Well, it isn't a surprise to anyone. I mean, you knew all along who he was and what he does. It is unfair to expect otherwise now." Belphie wasn't wrong. But he wasn't right either.

"You think remembering to send me a good morning or a how are you or an I miss you once a day is unfair? Come on."

"Yup, He ain't even eating with us for a few days now. Thinking he is SOOO important. Pleasing his one and only true love, Diavolo." Mammon laughs hysterically before realizing your mortified face expression. "Oie .. MC. Listen, it was just a stupid joke." He suddenly becomes serious. "Those kindda things need to be talked about. Ya can't just expect them to be magically fixed only through patience. Ya guys are a couple after all. Even if I persist that choosing him over me was a SIN" He finishes in a laugh.

"Would you stop that Mammon, you are embarassing yourself." Belphie interrupts. "As much as I hate to admit, but Mammon is right. You guys need to sit and talk."

"Both of you are right" You say as you gather your courage and stand up all motivated. "If it is fixable it needs to be addressed now. If it isn't we at least could break up with dignity and not keep dragging this more than we should. I am going to him now." You turn your back to the boys and leave rapidly.

"Oie ... Can't ya wait untill he comes out of his retreat at least? He is dangerous ya know!" Mammon screams as you run off. "Don't worry! Lucifer would never harm me." You say from afar as you enter the house. Not knowing you couldn't be further from reality.

Lucifer was a dark soul with rays of lights. Sometimes the light shines bright enough to leave only shadows. Some others, any sparkle is hardly found. What was it like to be the eldest of the 7 most powerful and problematic demons? To have lived thousands of years in service only to live even more still serving? To be the connection between two realms where you are a source of fear in one and hatred in the other, ending up in love with someone from the third? Was it hard to be him? No. It wasn't. It was impossible to be him. Simply impossible.

Somewhere between the hundredth cup of coffee and the 3rd bottle of Demonus, Lucifer couldn't make sense of the letters between the authorities of the three realms discussing current and future trades anymore. Those letters written in diffrent languages, diffrent alphabets. Each discussing a diffrent topic and all must fall in the right laws of Devildom and correspond to the budget allocated by Diavolo. You know, easiest thing on Earth ... or hell should I say really. Several days after starting, Lucifer just doesn't seem to see the end of it. *Beep* oh great another fax from Diavolo, only the 4th since this morning. The letter sent from the Castle falls on a pile of other faxes on the floor accumulated for days. *Beep* oh a fifth one. No, this one isn't from Diavolo. With a side eye Lucifer recognizes the redish words on the paper. This is yet another notification from the family bank. "How much debts are you able to generate Mammon?" Lucifer thinks to himself.

It was amid this atmosphere that you knocked on Lucifer's study before letting yourself in the dark room without waiting for an answer from the demon. There you saw him. Tie loose, bags under his eyes as if he took a punsh on the face, messy hair, red eyes. He was sitting at his desk, more like thrown at his desk, between buildings of files. He doesn't even raise his head to the intruder.

"Luce!" You say.

"What brings you?" He says without looking at you.

"I am doing fine, thanks." You respond coldly. "I was hoping we could talk a moment."

"Now is not the time." Yet not looking at you.

You approach and stand in front of his desk.

"No. Now is the perfect time." you say as you reach to his face with your hands lifting it for a forced eye contact. "Hi!" You say smiling.

"You don't understand MC, I said no." He answers as he gently takes your hands off.

"Luce, I .."

"NO!"

The last NO was loud, very loud. What was that you just felt? Fear? Did you just get scared of your loved one? No. Not you. If everyone is scared of him, you know better than anyone that Luce is more than just a pile of power and pride. You shake the feeling away and go straight to the curtains of the huge to the ceiling window and open them wide. An avalanche of light invades the room filling every corner. You turn all smiles to your lover. Lucifer was up looking at you ... in his demon form.

in a brush of wing he sends the papers flying across the room and throws his desk to the wall.

"YOU FOOLISH HUMAN!" He screams at you.

The feeling came back stronger than ever. Heart pounding, body shaking, eyes filled with tears, you were freightened. You were terrified. No, no you refuse. Remember. This is Lucifer, the one who saved you so many times, the one caring for a bunch of ungrateful brothers, the one who sold himself to save Lilith. The one who just wants to be useful. You refuse to let the fear win.

"I refuse, I refuse to be scared of you. I love you!" You yell as you run towards him and hug him tight.

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Barbatos goes out of your room with bloddy pieces of cotton.

"She will be alright Lucifer." He says to a mortified Lucifer leaning on the wall across the corridor. "She didn't lose much blood, the stitches won't leave any scar."

"I want to see her."

"It probably won't be a good idea." Barbatos responds as he looks at the 6 demons garding your door all fists tight, throwing threatening looks to their brother on the other side. "Besides, she is asleep now. You should get some rest yourself. You look terrible."

"Yes, go away murderer." Levi says between two sobs.

"How could you?" Asmo throws in-between his teeth.

"She loves you. You unworthy!" Belphie adds.

"You just had to, didn't you?" Satan joins the rest.

Beel growls as he steps towards his brother eyes on fire.

"Enough!" Mammon says. To his voice everyone of the brothers stops and Beel gets back. "This isn't time to make a mess. MC just slept after tremendous pain. Disturbing her won't do any good. Lucifer, go to your room. No need to feed the tension here. I will let you know when MC wakes up."

"But he tried to ..." Satan objects.

"I KNOW. not now Satan." Mammon interrupts Satan. "Lucifer, go!"

Lucifer looks at his younger brother whom caused him troubles for centeries and whom he punished more than he can remember. He was sending him to his room. Mammon was sending Lucifer to his room. He looks another time to his brothers surrounding Mammon, following his orders. To Barbatos avoiding to be too much involved in something he certainly qualifies as private matters. A final look to your door with a pain in the chest. Then goes away in the most painful, ashamed and miserable walk out.

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"How is she doing?" Diavolo asks Barbatos as soon as this one enters the young Prince's office.

"She is stable. Hurt but not dying."

"How is Lucifer?"

"Dying but not hurt."

"Hm ..." Diavolo puts his hand under his chin. "What happened exacly? You left me with no further details earlier after Mammon called you."

"My apologies my Lord, the situation needed urgent assistance. Lucifer apparently threw MC very violently against a wall and was transperced by one of the items on it."

"So there is an element of accident to this all."

"It would have been if Lucifer didn't try to throw her again against the same wall with the decorative horns on. I chose not to reveal, but without my ancestral knowledge of healing magic, she would have been long gone by now."

"This changes everything, doesn't it?"

"Well, fortunately Mammon wasn't at ease the moment MC went to the study and stayed nearby. He could rescue her before the second attack which would have certainly been fatal. He even overpowered Lucifer."

"Mammon overpowered Lucifer?"

"It appears so, yes. Lucifer was in a mess. He allegedly haven't slept nor eaten for nearly a week. This helped weaken him enough for Mammon to force him out of his rage mode. He is the second born after all."

"We could bet the sight of MC's injuries contributed shocking him out of it as well."

"Perhaps. Nonetheless, Mammon was able to control him without damaging him too much or himself. He even had the rest of the brothers stay away from any revenge attack and managed everything so well I arrived to a very tense yet somehow peaceful atmosphere in the house with MC already well assisted."

"Well well well, won't you look at that? It appears that our little Mammon matured and became the reliable brother Lucifer always wanted him to be."

"He has always been so. You know very well that he chooses to be the way he is. Not because he cannot be something else. It is just that he has a lifestyle that he chose and likes. On contrary to Lucifer." The Buttler says while serving to his master a cup of tea hinting to the only one who could comprehend those words.

"Well, future events won't be easy. We need to make sure to be of great support to the whole family. And especially to MC."

"At your orders my Lord."

Part 2/3 here

#obey me #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me imagines #obey me lucifer #obey me angst #diavolo obey me #lucifer obey me #obey me brothers #obey me fanfic #obey me diavolo #obey me mammon #obey me shall we date #obey me belphegor #obey me asmodeus #obey me headcanon #lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar #mammon x mc

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I started whb recently and frankly I’m glad I found blogs like yours that focus on headcanons, lore and writing. This sounds dumb but I find the actual WHB MC from the game really unrelateable but I think it’s not because they’re a blank slate(which would be better in this case), but they’re just two things: Solomon descendent and 24/7 horny. Nothing else, no sense of self or decision in anything. It feels railroady with zero choice in dialogue.

Like we’ll use Raphael’s first story because that was available for preview: I personally wouldn’t be happy that Beel gave us very….interesting items as a gift. The game makes you elated to have them but like that isn’t my cup of tea yknow? I mean that section would have been perfect for a dialogue choice to show that you love it or are weirded out, which could make the story interesting because you end up using them on Raph so it’s like, better use of the present sort of scenario. I get this is a h-oriented game but not everyone is into certain things, or hypersexual and that’s where I feel the story falls flat and I just ignore the mc and pay attention to everything else. I hope that makes sense.

Hi anon, welcome welcome!! I hope you find everything you need with the blogs you interact with, including my own because believe it or not I understand what you mean here about the MC. I rarely run into MCs that are relatable, and when I do it's such a breath of fresh air. In this case, this is why I made my own because the MC for WHB is just...phew idk they disappoint me sometimes and then the 'choices' we get in the game are barely there. In the exmaple you provided, I literally made this reaction when I found out he gave that to MC

because like Beel, honey...did you even check to see if MC even likes anal beads? Or even wanted a sexy outfit when everyone else got like wholesome gifts that matched their interests? But...Beel is Beel and I'm sure that's why Bael is always stressed out in the first place lol. Back to your point though, MC just brushes it off and made the best of it, which fine, but I would of liked to see the option of rejecting the gift because I really wanna see how the Kings react when you tell them 'no' and who actually respects boundaries. Just like I got excited when MC showed a bit of backbone with Satan telling him "he's done worse" when he got all pissy at them for interrupting him without meaning to. But they backed down at the end and I was like NO KEEP THE ENERGY TELL HIM ABOUT HIMSELF. I would. I know what's happening later for being mouthy, but still he's gonna hear it. I think I'd like MC more if they were like "I'm literally only doing this because I wanted my friend back alive, so I'm not just gonna roll over because you're demons." and then use the fact that their the descendant as further proof that no one else can do this or break the bonds but me, so ya'll act up if you want to I've got time. You know? I went on a ramble anon, sorry but I totally get it.

#jwhbasks❓#whb #welcome anon!#i totally get it

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I kinda have this comfort headcanon that Mike is genderfluid cause I like projecting my own identity/sexuality onto my fav characters and cause I need some wholesome and gender accepting content (More under the cut)

I feel like Mike has just recently discovered he was genderfluid because he never really thought about questioning his identity cause really...his mind was always full with other things. Maybe he randomly read the word and the definition somewhere and it just...clicked. Or Ness, who's really into the subject rambled about some terms anf what they meant and he went like: "Hold on, thats me!"

He usually just sticks with hoodies/plain shirts no matter what he's feeling like cause it's the safest option...and because he cant afford that many outfits anyways.

When he told Abby, he struggled to find the right words, afraid she wouldn't understand but she does. Kids are smart

Mike told her over dinner and it probably went sth like: "So sometimes I have a big brother and sometimes I have a big sister?" "Uh, yes..." "And sometimes you're neither?" "...yes." "Cool. Can I have some more soup?"

We already know she's creative and likes to draw, maybe she's interested in anything that has to do with crafting and makes pins/bracelets in different colors or sth for Mike in school that he can wear so she knows which pronouns to use.

And to throw in some securitywaiter:

Mike was already dating Ness when he found out he was genderfluid because Ness is really invested with everything that has to do with the LGBT community. He's loud and proud and loves to go to pride parades and stuff. He also introduced him to all the different terms.

When Mike told him, he was really supportive. He even lets Freddie wear a bandana with the genderfluid flag most of the rime to show his support and Mike still wonders where he got it.

Ness changes pet names and compliments depending on how Mike feels

Mike feeling pretty euphoric when she hears a "Hey beautiful" or simply the word "girlfriend" on a girl day

Mike cant really choose a good name for such days, she'd just stick with Mikey or Michel, but feels like they're too plain. Abby and Ness saw it as their job to pick the perfect name and have already spent enough time doing research on different names and their meaning

For some reason I feel like Ness would be good with Make Up and would offer to do her Make Up or help her when she wants to try out something else

Mike actually struggles most days to detect what they're feeling like and just groans in frustration when Ness asks them (cause thats a whole mood) and Ness sticks with neutral terms of endearment when that is the case or uses the funniest pet names ever lmao "Okay, today is just a cute potatoe day then." "Hello my beloved gremlin." etc

#fnaf #fnaf movie 2023 #mike schmidt #abby schmidt #ness the waiter #mike x ness #securitywaiter #genderfluid #headcanon

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gaybae1021 · 8 months

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Kiki’s Rainbow Baby

Tw: Mentions of abortion and miscarriage

So I’ve had a lot of thoughts about motherhood in mcd. With Jess having a lot of kids, Aphmau the character ending up with 4 children by season 3, and Irene’s og title being “the Matron”, I think motherhood is a big theme in mcd. By itself that isn’t a bad thing, I love parental relationships, and the prevalence of adopted families is very wholesome. That being said, this theme of motherhood sometimes clashes with the actual content of the story. Specifically in regards to Travis’s mother, and Kiki.

Both of them ended up pregnant by absolutely despicable people, and at least for Kiki, came as a complete surprise. Despite this, the story can’t even fathom the idea that they wouldn’t want these children. They aren’t even allowed to have complicated feelings about it. I know abortion is a heavy topic that might’ve not have been appropriate for the age of the audience, but not only were the characters not offered a choice, another option just fully does not exist within the story. They are assumed to be baby-crazy, probably because that’s what Jess feels.

I’m going to largely focus on Kiki because Travis’s mom was never really much of a character, and my rewrite of her is still in progress. So here’s my thoughts about Kiki.

The amulet from the og mcd is the most terrifying thing I’ve seen outside of a horror movie. At least with sex people recognize that pregnancy is a risk. But Kiki was given a piece of jewelry, something she assumed was just a gift. And because of that simple act she experienced severe pregnancy symptoms had a child to take care of. As someone with a fear of getting pregnant this would absolutely cause me to have a complete mental breakdown. Because of this I’ve removed the amulet from the story entirely.

In my rewrite, Zane and Kiki just have a normal one-night stand. Zane is less of an outright evil monster in my version, but that being said, his fling with Kiki was still built entirely off of deception, disguising both his identity and appearance. So I still wanted Kiki to have a strong reason to keep the pregnancy.

Shoutout to jurygarroth’s trans Kiki comic, not only is it wholesome, I also think it’s an excellent explanation for why Kiki would be excited about being a mom separate from her feelings about Zane. I definitely wanted to do something along those lines. Though obviously without the amulet, trans Kiki isn’t an option for me, so I had to come up with something else.

So I imagine Kiki is one of the slightly older characters, around late twenties during season 1. After the events surrounding Donna and Logan’s wedding, Kiki started to feel off. After this feeling persisted for a few weeks she went to Zoey, who confirmed that she was pregnant. Despite the unfortunate circumstances surrounding it, after the initial shock Kiki was actually very happy about the news. However, as time went on Kiki began acting strangely. She isolated herself from her friends and brother. Her only significant interactions were her frequent check-ups with Zoey, with her growing more and more paranoid over every little thing.

Aph, growing increasingly concerned about Kiki, went to Brendan. He admitted that knew what was bothering Kiki, but also said it wasn’t his place to talk about it without her there. So Aph decided to pay Kiki a visit.

After some pushing, Kiki revealed that she was married when she was younger, but that marriage had fallen apart after a series of infertility issues and multiple miscarriages. Kiki had come to Phoenix Drop as a way to start over, a new place where she could focus on finding new things that made her happy, rather than hoping for something that just wasn’t meant to be. It’s why she got interested in animal care and handling. But even after finding her passion, it didn’t make her losses hurt any less.

Kiki had gotten into other romances while staying in Phoenix Drop, but always cut things off before they got too serious. To her, being alone was easier than risking more loss, both in terms of her lost children and her first partner’s rejection of her.

But now, she was pregnant again. And unlike the first times, she hadn’t even had to try. She took this as a sign, that if the pregnancy had come so easy then maybe this time, it would work. But she was so determined to not lose it that she was scared to do anything that might cause her physical or emotional stress. But of course, isolating herself with just her thoughts during this delicate time was only causing her harm.

Aph was, of course, heartbroken that Kiki had been going through this by herself. She eventually convinces Kiki to talk to Zoey about it, who gets Kiki to start going outside again. Kiki starts to open up to the rest of the village, and builds a good support system.

Leona was ultimately very premature, and had several complications. Zoey didn’t have much hope for Leona surviving beyond a few days, but Kiki was absolutely unwilling to accept that. The day after literally giving birth she took Leona to Bodolf’s tribe, in the hopes that turning Leona would give her the extra strength she needed. The turn was successful, and Leona’s health improved. Kiki finally got to see her child open their eyes.

#aphmau #aphblr #aphverse #mcd #minecraft diaries #mcd rewrite #Aphmau mcd #mcd Kiki #aphmau kiki #tw abortion #tw miscarriage

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“Tomorow” John ‘Soap’Mactavish x fem!reader

A/N: HI GUYS! Recently went through a really REALLY rough breakup and I’ve been spending a lot of time just sitting outside and thinking. So imagine: reader and soap end up meeting each other every single day and then suddenly Soap disappears. GAH I LOVE IT

cw/ literally none. it’s just wholesome fun, cute, if i continue this reader is gonna be an addict in recovery, implied sexual stuff if you really look, fem!reader, no use of y/n

Every day like clockwork, you dedicate a half hour to sit on a bench across from your favorite sandwhich shop a few blocks down from what would be considered the exact middle of town. Your therapist had recommended getting out more and allowing yourself to think. You took that rather literally and have stuck to the routine for almost 6 months now. This time of reflection has promoted much thought, providing you vital insight you’d been desperate for. Subconsciously, you had become rather reliant on this time. It was something to look forward to every single day. You learned that you couldn’t control everything in your life but this, you could.

So imagine the internal panic that consumes you when you lay eyes on the first person you’ve seen sit on that bench aside from yourself. Never in the 168 days you sat at this spot had you encountered anybody on this bench. You’re here for 30 minutes out of the day, and there just had to be somebody sitting there. Once again, another loss of control that you weren’t ready to tackle. Your mind raced as it questioned your options; ask him to move, or sit there anyways. The prospect of leaving was out of the question.

You’d been staring at him from about 20 feet away for almost a minute straight now. A new source of anxiety came into play as you realized how creepy you most likely looked right now. In a split second decision you began walking towards the bench.

As you got closer, the details of this guy became visible. Shit, he’s hot. He was a rugged looking man, absolutely built, with a little mohawk. He didn’t look up from his sketchbook until you were within 4 feet of him. He looked up at you with piercing blue eyes, a vague look of sadness deep within them. He was absolutely gorgeous, so goregous that you realized you should be a hell of a lot more nervous than you were right now.

“Uh,” You began, quickly realizing you hadn’t thought of what to say. “Sorry, hi, sorry. Um, I sit here every day, is it okay if-“ You awkwardly gesture towards the bench and mentally berate yourself for the awkward request.

“Oh, go right ahead!” He chuckles and shifts himself down the bench a few inches. The Scottish accent caught you off gaurd. You blink and sit down next to him, folding your hands tightly in your lap.

“So you sit here every single day? That’s some serious dedication.” He comments, shutting his sketchbook and tucking it in his pocket.

Unprepared and shocked by his attempt at conversation, you snicker out of nervousness. “Yeah. Everyday like clockwork for almost 6 months now.”

“Impressive!” With a grin he angles his body towards you, indicating clear interest in conversing. “I’m surprised we haven’t crossed paths before, I’m here pretty often myself.”

“Really? How often?” You ask, facing out yet turning your head to look at him.

“Not nearly as much as you. Maybe once a week. Not in town too often though.”

“How haven’t we seen each other yet?” You laugh.

“Good question. I’m John by the way.” He leans back in his seat.

You give him your name in response and any previous anxieties seem to melt away with more conversation. He was charming and his humor meshed with yours scarily well. You somehow had everything to talk about. You he conversation ranging from what your favorite food was to what you hoped to achieve in your life. Before you had even realized it, your 30 minutes had passed long ago. About an hour into conversation, he gets a call.

“Shite! I was supposed to meet my pals a half hour ago.” He stood up suddenly, glancing at his phone.

“I’ll see you tomorrow!” He calls out, hurrying off to wherever he came from.

Tomorrow? You figured he just said that by mistake and took that as your cue to head back home as well. You found yourself disappointed, you didn’t even grab his number. Reflecting on your hour, you find yourself looping around his confident yet courteous manner. The two of you clicked well, yours and his laugher playing on repeat in your mind.

He wasn’t joking about tomorrow. As you headed towards your bench the next day, there he sat waiting for you. As soon as he laid his eyes on you, the both of you grinned.

Your time on that bench slowly turned into both of yours’ time. As weeks went on he slowly started showing up every single day. The shared time became something to look forward to for the both of you. Despite your desires, it never progressed past the bench. Neither of you had requested anything more and neither of you seemed to mind. Despite your clear feelings for him, you figured this was better than nothing at all. A month passed since that first interaction and at that point the two of you hung out every single day. It was comfort. It was routine.

Suddenly for the first time in weeks, Johnny wasn’t there before you. You assumed he would get there later but no luck. You waited for an embarrassing amount of time with no luck. It’s okay, he would be there tomorrow.

He wasn’t. Day after day, he didn’t show up. Each day more disheartening than the last. The time on the bench has morphed back into exclusively your time to think. Of course, you really only thought about him and justifications for his sudden absence. Regardless, you showed up every single day. It was your coping mechanism to begin with. You didn’t want to admit that you missed him. You didn’t want to admit that his unforeseen disappearance was concerning to you.

It wasn’t until 3 weeks later that you saw him sitting on the bench again. You didn’t register that it was him at first, just another random. Then you realized the mohawk looked too familiar. With that realization you hurried over, excitement bubbling up in you. As you approached he stood up and turned to look at you, immediately engulfing you in an unexpected hug. An eager smile spread across your face. You were taken aback to say the least, but you hugged him back. This was the greatest extent of physical affection the two of you had exchanged. Aside from the occasional hand on the leg or grab to the shoulder, you guys never were physically affectionate.

“Johnny..” You had to repeat his name and squeeze him tighter, like he might disappear if you don’t repeatedly acknowledge his existence.

New interaction aside, he didn’t dare let you go until he felt you pull back, letting his hands linger on your waist. “Where the hell did you go?!” You give him a light hit to the chest. No intention of actually hurting him, but needing to communicate your point. You stared up into the blue eyes you’d missed so much.

“Work I’m sorry. We had to-“ He begins then stops himself. He’d always hated the secretive nature of his job. “I got called away I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay don’t apologize.” You sighed as you stepped away from him and sat down, crossing your arms. The two of you had talked about his job before but he refused to go into detail past ‘SAS, get called away for missions’. “You don’t have to tell me… I just wish I had some warning.” You declare before sitting down on the bench. “I was worried about you.”

Johnny crouches down in front of you, perpendicular to you and the bench. “That’s my fault. For never giving you my number. Or inviting you somewhere aside from this bench.” He places both his hands on your knees. He oozed sincerity, something you had rarely gotten before.

“Why didn’t you?” You asked, a twinge of hurt in your tone.

Johnny went quiet for a moment, his gaze dropping to where his hands sat on your legs. He pushed himself up and sat next to you on the bench. You watched him intently. One thing you’d noticed over the weeks was that he seemed to need to move in order to think. You remained patient in await for an explanation.

“I didn’t wanna start anything. My job makes it hard.” He finally says, his eyes coming back up to yours.

“Start anything?” You inquire.

“With us. Because I’m-“ He huffs, shifting his position. “I want to work around my job. For you. But I didn’t know if…”

“If I wanted to work around it too?” You interject, trying to assist him. You’d never seen him have this much trouble verbalizing his thoughts.

“Exactly.” He gestures.

“Well… Do you know what I did every day for the last 3 weeks?” You asked him, expecting a very different answer than what he said.

“I’m guessing you came here. This is your spot.” He responds.

You just gazed into his eyes, a slight smile on your face. “I came to our spot and hoped that you would show up.”

His eyes lit up at the acknowledgment of the shared space. You both couldn’t help but stare at each other for a beat or two. The air grew still and he reached up, his calloused yet gentle hand cupping your cheek and jaw. He moved in slowly, taking his time to nonverbally confirm this was okay with you. You pushed forward slightly, pressing your lips to his for the first time. The kids was gentle yet long awaited. It was evident in every tiny movement.

After a bit, he pulled away to look at you once again. “Do you wanna come back to my place?”

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split open, i'm going down (j.s. x reader)

Warnings: Angst, mention of losing a parent to cancer

The title comes from the song “circle the drain” by Soccer Mommy.

Please excuse any spelling and grammar mistakes and tense changing. Also there are probably some military/Navy inaccuracies if you look for them.

Please give me all your thoughts and feelings. This one wasn’t just for me, it’s for you too. (How do we feel about reconcilation? Is there a way they can get back together? Does Jake deserve it?)

also, I've always pictured Jake's mom as the most wholesome, sweetest human being who would adopt anybody in a second, so.... that seeps through in this part.

Happy Saturday! Enjoy and all my love xo

If you’ve missed the previous installments:

Part 1 / Part 1.5

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You softly knock on the apartment door three times.

It’s an intimidating thing, standing here by yourself.

In the times you’d been to Jake’s apartment previously, it had always been with him. You’ve never had to worry about being on the opposite side of the door from him before.

The silence seems to echo your knocks, and you wait a few more seconds to see if the door will swing open on the first go around.

You’re not a very patient person by nature, so waiting for him to come to the door feels like an acute kind of torture. You begin to anxiously roll your ankles as you stand there, fiddling with the item in your hands. You had found it stuffed down in the very bottom of your dirty laundry basket. When the realization came that you needed to give it back (not just to return something lost, but purge it from your life) all you could do was sink down and press your head to the floor, stifling the urge to cry.

You knock again, a little louder this time. You tried texting, but all your texts were left unread and unanswered. You tried calling too, but it went straight to voicemail, and you had figured out enough by then to know not to leave a message. This was the last thing you had wanted to do after the unspoken break-up, but with no way to directly contact Jake to give him the one shirt he had let you keep, you were left with no other option.

You begin to step back to head down the hall, resigning to finding a thrift shop on the way home where you could give the t-shirt away as a donation, right as the doorknob is fiddled with, slightly shaking and rotating, before the door quickly swings open on its hinges.

But it’s not Jake standing in the doorway.

Instead, it’s a middle-aged woman. She has a wide mouth and there are slight crow’s feet around her eyes.

“Oh, hi,” Her eyes slightly widen, you can’t tell if she’s surprised or taken aback, before returning to normal, “How can I help you?”

“Oh, um,” You step forward, just slightly, holding the flimsy piece of fabric out in front of you with one hand, “I came to give this back to Jake. Is he around?”

She smiles softly. “You’re the one he won’t tell me about.”

Your brows furrow but you choose not to answer. The woman tries again.

“You’re the one he’s seeing, and I know he’s been trying to hide it from me. Jake’s always been one to keep things close to his chest when they mean a lot to him.” She smiles softly, her eyes glazing over with memories you can’t see. Her hands finally reach to collect the t-shirt you’ve been holding out to her in your hand.

There’s a violent crack suddenly splitting the heart you’ve spent weeks putting back together into two separate pieces. The jagged edges from the break scrape your throat as the words come out, “We’re not seeing each other anymore.”

Your watch unnamed emotions roll over the woman’s face, taking in the tone of your voice and the painful expression probably clearly displayed on your face, and the assumption you reach is that Jake not only didn’t tell her about the relationship, if that’s what it even was, but he obviously hadn’t told her about how you both had split ways either. (Although it’s more like Jake deserted you and you just decided to pack up and try to move on.)

You have to grab her phone from her hand as she's pulling it from her pants pocket before she does something like call Jake,

“Please don’t,” Your voice comes out as firmly as it can, despite the tears gathering in your eyes and down your throat. It feels a little harder to breathe now. You feel exposed, standing in front of her like this.

The woman is staring at you, eyes darting between your face and the phone in your hand.

“I’m really trying my best to leave all of this behind me, and the only reason I came here today is because he won’t answer my texts or calls. I haven’t seen him in weeks, and I really don’t want to see him now. Do you understand?”

You slowly hold out the hand holding this woman’s phone and she tentatively grabs it and puts it in her pocket.

“Oh honey,” Her arms softly wrap around you in a hug.

It takes everything in you to keep from sobbing into her shoulder. You thought you had been making progress and now it just feels like your heart has been ripped open all over again. Coming here was a bad idea It not only resurfaces memories of Jake, it resurfaces memories about your own mom.

She pulls away after a long moment. She has Jake’s eyes and gives you the same kind of warm, safe feeling you felt when your mom hugged you.

“Listen,” She scrambles down the hallway and you avoid looking into the apartment, her voice echoing as you can her rustling around for something. You don’t want to know what has changed or what has stayed the same. You keep your eyes on the ground. “I know you don’t know me. My name’s Sheila, I'm Jake's mom, and this is my number. It may be strange, especially because we never met while you and my Jake were together, but know that you can text or call me if ever you need anything.”

There are ten digits scribbled in pretty cursive writing across a blank piece of paper. You take the paper and hold it in between your fingers for a second before you fold it and put it in the back pocket of your jeans.

Jake never told you about his mom, though you told him plenty about how yours had died from cancer when you were just a teenager.

“Thank you,” You say, your nerves beginning to fray just slightly. “Um, I really just came by to drop off the shirt, so I really should…” You gesture towards the area where the elevators and stairway are.

“Of course, of course,” Shiela's voice grows a little louder and echoes against the hallway walls as you begin to head towards the elevators. “Seriously, text or call if you ever need anything. ”

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The color of the ocean used to be something you could stare at for hours. You could just watch the still movement of the water passing by from the deck or from any porthole or window available to see through on the various ships you had called home throughout your deployments. By the end of this one, however, you’re ready for a break. You want to go somewhere far away from the color blue, from water, from all of it.

The measly letter he had given to you via your dormmate sits on the small desk in your tiny dorm and collects dust for the rest of your time at sea. You hadn’t wanted to store it with your personal things, which included pictures from your family and letters from Shiela. You assumed she had never told him that you had met her and had stayed in contact with her all these years. And you're not going to mention it now, not to Jake. You don't want to give him another way to try and accomplish whatever it is he's trying to do with you.

The rage you feel towards Jake is what pulls you through the last few weeks on the ship, which pisses you off even more.

After years of only hearing about him via word of mouth, he has the audacity to pull this kind of stunt?

He couldn’t have just left you alone and been on his merry way, far away from you?

You take your time gathering your things before assembling at gangway with all your fellow sailors. The disembarking with its ceremony and process takes some time, but soon enough you're on solid ground after months of being at sea. Getting back your land legs is your least favorite thing after a deployment.

It's not hard to find Jake, not when you know how he looks now. He’s situated towards the edge of the humongous crowd, so you have to struggle and push through the groups of sobbing partners and cheering children and smiling parents to do this. It only riles you up more, hardening your heart and tensing your muscles. Almost like your mind is telling your body: brace for impact.

Your seabag drops onto the pavement with a loud thud, and you let the sound echo as Jake turns around, pulling himself away from a conversation with what looks like a fellow aviator. It’s been years since you’ve been this close to him, but you’re already starting to feel the pull of his magnetic field.

Think of him without forgiveness, is the mantra you’ve been repeating to yourself since you spotted him and started to make the long walk over. You're going to get this over with and then hopefully never see or hear from him again.

He seems a little taller since the last time you saw him, a week before you sat down and wrote that goodbye letter to him in his apartment. But you are taller now, too, and there’s less of a distance to close this time around.

Jake’s face is stoic, but you can tell you’ve piqued his curiosity. You know he assumes that you would rather choose to avoid conflict, that you don’t have the guts; they’re assumptions based on how he knew you before. But he hasn’t been there to see how your time in the Navy has changed and grown you.

“What the hell is this?” You hold the folded piece of paper, with a measly five words written on it, in your hand, waving it around in the air.

The man never claimed to be a poet, but come on.

Jake doesn’t say anything. No confessions of sorrow or repentance. If he had wanted a chance to try and patch things up, smooth things over, this would have been his real opportunity. This would have been his moment to shine. Instead, he says nothing.

His expression doesn’t change, eyes remaining steady on you. Unwavering. If you didn’t know better it would almost look like a perusal of sorts, or maybe like he’s drinking you in.

But you do know better.

You take a few steps closer and despite the raucous noise of the families and friends greeting their loved ones, and the heavy, overwhelming smell of the sea and metal from the ship, a sharpness of longing pierces your heart. A thought of what it would have been like if things had played out differently. If you had been wiser, if you had held on longer.

If Jake hadn’t been such a selfish asshole.

The anger is back, swiped away by something else for a quick second, and it’s the fuel you need to get through the next words coming out of your mouth.

“I don’t want it.” You press the paper hard against his chest, his hand moving to keep it there before it flies away with the wind as you pull your hand away. The breeze pushes against his back while you’re mostly protected from it as you stand in front of him.

You step back and move to turn away, but Jake’s words stop you. “It’s yours.”

It’s been a long time since you’ve heard his voice, longer still since it’s been directed at you.

His voice is weathered, weary. Rough like a piece of worn leather.

You turn back around to him and allow yourself one moment of weakness. Just one.

One long glance at his face, in his eyes.

Jake does look older, despite this idea you had when you were together that he would retain his youthfulness and bachelor lifestyle far beyond what was normal. He looks like he’s carried the weight of the world at least once since he hung you out to dry.

Good, your inner monologue thinks, maybe he’s finally had to grow up a little.

“God, even after all this time, you still refuse to listen to me. I don’t want this,” You scoff and then snort, the outrage escaping you. You don't want to keep it, not when it had mocked you from its space on your desk for the past several weeks. “It’s yours.”

“It’s something you deserved from me a long time ago,” There’s finally a crack forming in his expression. The straight line of his mouth tips down and the space between his eyebrows furrows ever so slightly. You’ve never seen his face take this shape before, so you don’t know what to do with it.

You tried to give yourself a week when you walked out of his apartment for the last time. A week to cry and eat an unlimited amount of dessert and watch bad romcoms and bad thrillers and bad action movies. A week to linger in the damage Jake did to your relationship. A week to watch the part of your heart that had housed him turn to ash and rubble. (It ended up being much longer.)

Then you tried to move on, and you promised yourself you would never cry over him again.

You know you’re going to have to hightail it to an empty space in the next few moments when you feel the hot tears filling your eyes and blurring your vision. You cry when you’re sad, but you also cry when you’re angry. You hate it but you can’t help it. You have to blink hard a few times to push them back.

“You don’t know anything about what I deserve,” You take the same steps back toward him that you did just a few minutes ago. It’s always been like this, you moving toward him while he stays in the same place. Even now, when it’s been years and you two are on more level ground, he still waits for you to come to him. “And if you even had the slightest idea, you would know I deserve much more than that.”

You gesture one last time to the pathetic excuse of a letter he gave you via your dormmate that he’s still holding against his chest. And then you turn around, grab your seabag from its place sitting on the cement, and walk away.

#top gun fic rec #hangman fic rec #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #jake seresin fic #hangman angst #hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin #hangman imagine #jake seresin x oc

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potential-fool · 1 year

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How would sage react to reader refusing to get healed by her or Skye? Reader doesn’t want them wasting energy and much rather just patch themselves up and go (even if it’s a shit job).

How would Sage react to after countless times of reader turning down the healing and slowly recovering her finding out why they refused?

A/N: First of all, I love me some sage x reader so thank you for requesting this ;-; Second- where are my dom!sage enjoyers?? I need to collect y'all so I can be surrounded by dom!sage content This became a lot more wholesome than originally intended but yk what we chillin

Tags: Established relationship, fluff, GN!reader

"Let me help you love" Sage x Reader

You were not one to ask for help, or accept it when it was offered. As a child you were praised for this trait, people would tell you how strong or tough you were because of it. And while this wasn't done with any malicious intent it still had a negative affect on your life to this day.

You were a Radiant, with an ability you called "blood-bending." The name alone being fairly self explanatory you could manipulate the blood of yourself and other creatures. You tried not to use your own blood... though... you didn't always have other options.

Lately you haven't had other options.

You were dedicated to the protocol, already having accepted that each mission you took could very well be your last. This, along with your refusal for help led to a lot of.. well.. you refusing to accept the help of your fellow healers.

At first you were able to pass it off as needing easy access to your own blood, and most of the time it works, even if they don't like you exerting yourself like this.

It was another long mission, you were engaging enemies on a map dubbed Haven, it was a grueling mission and another instance where you'd been forced to use your own blood to fuel your abilities. It was a long.. very long.. and very hard battle.

Though your victory was ever more satisfying.

Sage was checking in with everyone over the coms as you all headed back to the rendezvous point.

"(Y/N)..? you're awfully silent, are you okay?" Sage's voice rang through your earpiece and the deadly projectile you made of your own blood changed from a hard object to liquid as you released your focus from it; the blood splattering down onto the ground and making your uniform stain red.

"I'm..." You struggled to speak through the dizziness in your head "I'm fine Sage... really.."

Sage did not believe you and unbeknownst to you while she had the others make their way back onto the ship she went out to your location, meeting you half way to the pick up spot.

You'd wrapped a crude bandage around your arm where you'd drawn your own blood but it was hard to do even a half decent job when the pounding in your skull was all you could think about.

Sage's pace quickened as she spotted you "Oh my darling.." She cupped your cheek, worry flooding her tone "I can patch you up, let's get back to the ship"

"It's okay.." You heaved, each breath feeling like a task to complete "I..- I can do it myself,, you look tired... don't waste your energy on me... I ca...." Your voice faded, trialing off and you fought for consciousness. "I can do it... do it...." Your head was spinning, and the spinning soon morphed into darkness as blood loss and exhaustion took over.

Sage caught you in her arms, more worried now than ever before, she called for Sova to come help carry you--she knew she could carry you herself--however--not while trying to heal you at the same time.

Sova arrived quickly a concerned look on his face as he saw the state you were in "Again...? It's getting bad Sage.. you must talk with them.."

Sage sighed, nodding a small nod. Sage was fixing the bandage on your arm and patching up the major cuts on your body before simply healing the smaller ones; cyan fog emitting from her hand as she used her gift to help you.

The next time you awoke it was in the infirmary of the Protocol's home base. Sage was by your side when consciousness finally returned to you, "...mmph.." You managed to pull yourself up into a sitting position, the sound of movement alerting Sage that you were awake "..shit...I'm sorry Ling- you shouldn't have to-"

You were quickly cut off with a soft kiss from your lover, a quick and loving kiss, though one that did the job Ling needed it to.

"Don't ever apologize for needing help, it's okay my love.. let me help you, let Skye help you.. I could've lost you-" Her voice began to break, as she cupped your face, tears pricking her eyes, "You may be okay with death but It's my job to keep you alive. My love.. I need you.. and I need you alive.. please... why do you refuse my aid?"

The desperation in her tone.. in her eyes.. it was a look you couldn't stand to see and as the tears began to roll down her face you felt them in your eyes as well

"I just..- I.." "I don't wanna burden you- waste your energy- it should go to anyone other than me... gods know I don't deserve it.."

You'd never admitted that to anyone before.. it felt.. nice... to get it off your chest.

Ling's expression shifted to one of grim determination, "My love.. my darling, my starlight, you are far from a burden. You are my north star, my guide in the night, and you are anything but a burden. This ends, no more feeling like this, the next time you feel like this please tell me, we can work it out... it may not be easy but.. you must try... for me...?"

The tears rolled down your face and you pulled Ling closer to you in a warm and loving embrace,, "oh'kay... for you.... thank you.."

"Anytime starlight"

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