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✦ IS IT TOO LATE NOW?, C. LECLERC

the slip up and the gossip was a problem enough, but what if the situation is more complicated than you imagine it would be? or is it?

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popcrave singer y/n l/n is reportedly breaking up with actor louis partridge after a year of relationship. the sun reported that they were breaking up peacefully and still remain friends even after their lost of love relationship.

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f1wagsupdate charles leclerc and his girlfriend, is reportedly confirming their break-up in their recent photo taken around in his apartment in monaco today. according to the fans who saw them, they were taking a walk together towards the building before charles is accompany her to her place, which leading to the news of their break up.

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imagine this: YEARS in the future gansey finds himself gravitating towards the name noah in an unexplainable way. he sees the name noah written on an underpass wall and can’t help staring at it for so long he’s fixated in place, his mother mentions her friends grandchild noah and he can’t figure out why he can’t get it out of his mind. he reads the name noah in a book and can’t seem to turn the page. and he never figures it out. he never figures out WHO noah is, but he names his child noah anyway.

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Summary: Y/n L/n, callsign Delta – 6, captain of an all-female task force, is introduced to John Price by Kate Laswell. Laswell hopes their teams will collaborate on a high-stakes mission, but instead, the two captains—both equally exhausted by their teams' antics—form an unexpected connection over cigars and shared frustrations. As the mission progresses, they realize they're falling for each other in the quiet moments between the chaos.

CW: Injuries, blood, canon-typical violence

Pairings: Price x Reader

The hum of the helicopter blades faded as Captain Y/n L/n stepped off the transport, boots hitting the ground with a practiced, measured thud. Her gaze swept over the tarmac, eyes narrowing at the rows of military vehicles and the bustling personnel. It had been a long time since she'd worked with a new team, and her instincts were already on high alert. Next to her, Fizz, Shrike, and Dancer moved with the same trained precision—her team, her sisters-in-arms. Each one of them a force to be reckoned with.

"Captain L/n." A familiar voice broke through the noise, and Y/n looked up to see Kate Laswell approaching with her usual no-nonsense stride. "Glad you could make it."

Y/n nodded, shaking her hand firmly. "Laswell. You said it was urgent."

"It is. I’ve got someone for you to meet." Laswell’s eyes glinted with something—was that amusement? "Thought it was time you met Captain Price and his team."

Y/n’s lips quirked, recognizing the name immediately. John Price, the man with a reputation almost as large as his accomplishments. "I've heard of him."

"Good things, I hope," a deep voice cut in. Y/n turned to see the man himself stepping out from the shade of a nearby building. Tall, grizzled, and carrying himself with the weight of countless battles, Captain Price was every bit as formidable as his reputation suggested. His team stood behind him: Soap, Ghost, and Gaz—though their eyes quickly darted to the all-female task force now standing in front of them.

Y/n crossed the distance with a few steps, meeting Price in the middle. "Captain L/n," she introduced herself, extending a hand.

Price took it with a nod of respect. "Captain Price. Heard a lot about your team, L/n."

"And mine about yours," Y/n replied, her eyes flicking to his soldiers. Soap’s gaze was fixed on Fizz, a smirk tugging at his lips. Ghost stood unreadable as ever, but his eyes lingered on Shrike matching her blank gaze in the strangest staring contest ever. Gaz, standing beside Dancer, seemed caught somewhere between curiosity and amusement, measuring each other up.

Laswell clapped her hands, clearly enjoying the tension. "Good. Now that you’re all acquainted, we’ve got a mission brief inside. I’ll let you sort out how to run this operation together."

Price nodded at Laswell, but his eyes stayed on Y/n. "Ladies first."

Y/n smirked, her eyes glittering with mirth. "Then you should get a move on."

Inside the Briefing Room

The briefing was swift, professional, and loaded with tactical jargon, but Y/n and Price barely took their eyes off each other. They weren't rivals, not exactly, but there was something electric in the air—two leaders sizing each other up, assessing strengths, weaknesses, and capabilities.

After the briefing, the teams dispersed, leaving Y/n and Price alone in the room. Price lit a cigar, leaning back against the table as he watched her. "Your team’s got a reputation."

Y/n raised an eyebrow, pulling out her own cigar with a smirk, relishing how his eyebrows jumped up in pleasant suprise. "So does yours."

For a moment, they smoked in silence. The quiet was comfortable, both captains too experienced to feel the need to fill it with meaningless chatter. After a while, Y/n broke the silence, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "So, what’s your secret?"

Price raised an eyebrow. "Secret?"

"How you keep them in line. They look like they could be trouble." Her eyes flicked to where Soap had already wandered off with Fizz, and Shrike was quietly standing beside Ghost.

Price chuckled, low and rough. "Trouble doesn’t even begin to cover it. But they get the job done, ‘n that’s all I ask." He paused, taking another drag of his cigar. "What about you? Heard Fizz can be a bit… unpredictable."

Y/n gave a short laugh. "Unpredictable’s a nice way of putting it. But she’s got the skill to back it up. Shrike, Dancer, the same. We’ve all got each other’s backs."

Price nodded, his gaze softening slightly. "Sounds like we’re both leading a pack of misfits."

Y/n’s eyes glinted in amusement. "Guess so. But they’re our misfits."

For the first time since they’d met, Price genuinely smiled. It was small, barely noticeable under the brim of his hat, but Y/n caught it. "Laswell told me our teams need to work together, but I’m starting to think she had other plans."

Y/n tilted her head, curious. "Oh?"

"Maybe she thought you and I could get along better than we do with most people. Maybe she thought we’d... understand each other."

Y/n took another slow drag from her cigar, mulling that over. "You think we will?"

Price looked at her for a long moment before answering. "I think we already do."

There was a pause, heavy with meaning, as the smoke curled lazily between them. They didn’t need to say it, but both knew that this was the beginning of something more than just a mission briefing. Something that didn’t have to involve firefights and tactical decisions. Something quieter, but no less important.

Y/n exhaled slowly, tapping the ash from her cigar. "Well, Captain Price, I guess we’ll find out soon enough."

Price’s eyes gleamed in the glow of his cigar, his voice rough as he spoke. "S’pose we will."

Mission: Shadow and Mirror

The night sky loomed heavy over the compound, stars blanketed by dark clouds. Task Force 141 and TF 577 moved like shadows, their movements synchronized, despite coming from two very different directions. The objective was clear: infiltrate the facility, secure the intel, and get out.

Captain Y/n L/n kept her eyes on the path ahead, Fizz and Shrike at her flanks. Dancer moved in the shadows behind them, already syncing up with the surveillance equipment she'd placed hours ago. Price’s voice crackled quietly through her comms.

"Bravo – 6, team in position, how copy," he said. The gravel in his voice was reassuring.

"Delta – 6, I copy. Same here," Y/n responded, her own team spread out across the opposite side of the compound.

"Let’s make it happen, Captain."

A small smirk played on Y/n’s lips. “Always, Captain."

On the north side of the facility, Soap and Ghost were already moving through their assigned entry points, Soap setting up a line of explosives along the perimeter fence while Ghost silently eliminated a guard with a well-placed knife to the throat. They worked quickly, methodically - well-rehearsed movements.

On the south side, Fizz mirrored Soap’s motions, expertly placing explosives at key weak points, her movements just as fluid and confident. Shrike, the counterpart to Ghost, was already taking out guards with her preferred knives, moving as silently as a shadow.

Fizz’s voice came through Y/n’s comm. “Explosives set, Cap.”

Y/n moved forward, eyes sharp in the dark. “Good work. Shrike?”

"Perimeter clear," Shrike replied, her voice as cold and unyielding as the blade in her hand.

Y/n glanced at Dancer, who was positioned a few hundred meters away, watching the entire compound from a high vantage point, just like Gaz was doing on the other side. “Dancer, eyes up. What do you see?”

“Movement in the east wing, three guards patrolling,” Dancer’s voice came through the comms, calm and focused. “Gaz’s got a few on his side too.”

"Copy that," Gaz chimed in. “We’ll take them out on our signal.”

Price’s voice cut through the comms, steady and commanding. "On my mark. 3… 2… 1. Go."

Simultaneously, the two teams moved as one. Fizz and Soap triggered their explosives, creating small breaches in the walls. Ghost and Shrike cleared the path of guards, their knives flashing in the darkness like whispers of death. Y/n and Price moved toward the center, their footsteps falling in sync, each one aware of the other’s position without needing to speak.

Once inside, the teams broke off into their assigned sections, weaving through the narrow corridors with deadly precision. Price and Y/n had split off from their teams, moving together through the halls. They passed rooms where intel was stored, weapons caches piled high, and guards were oblivious to their presence.

"You take the left, I’ll clear the right," Price murmured, his eyes flicking to Y/n.

She nodded, drawing her silenced pistol. “Watch your back, Bravo.”

Price grunted in acknowledgment, disappearing into the shadows of the corridor.

Y/n moved quickly, her footsteps silent on the cold concrete floor. She cleared one room after another, neutralizing anyone who might sound the alarm. Each shot was precise, each movement calculated.

Meanwhile, Price worked through his side of the facility with the same ruthless efficiency. The two captains moved like they’d been doing this together for years, even though this was their first joint mission.

In the heart of the compound, Y/n and Price met again at a control room where the intel was being stored. They exchanged a brief glance—one that spoke of mutual respect and an unspoken understanding. There was no need for words as they moved forward together.

Inside the control room, a handful of guards stood watch. Y/n raised her weapon, and Price did the same. In a perfect, fluid motion, they took out the guards, moving in sync like they’d practiced this a thousand times.

Price holstered his weapon, glancing over at Y/n. “You’re good.”

She smirked, tapping her wrist. “You too.”

Together, they hacked into the facility’s mainframe, downloading the intel they came for. The beeping of the computer was the only sound in the room as the data transferred to their device.

"Dancer, give me a sitrep" Y/n asked over the comm.

"Clear. Extraction point’s set," Dancer’s voice replied.

Gaz's voice cut through next. “Ready to move on our side, Cap.”

"Rog," Price said. "Let’s wrap it up."

As they began their exit, the teams were moving in sync, weaving through the dark compound. Explosions were rigged and ready, waiting for the final detonation signal.

"Fizz, status?" Y/n asked as she crept down a hallway, her senses on high alert.

"Charges are set, Cap’n," Fizz replied, voice steady.

"Same ‘ere," Soap echoed.

Everything had gone off without a hitch - Too perfectly.

Just as the teams neared the rendezvous point, a loud, high-pitched whine filled the air. A drone—barely visible in the low light—buzzed overhead, its whirring barely registering before it dropped a payload directly into the facility's main corridor.

"GET DOWN!" Price barked over the comms.

Y/n didn’t have time to react before the explosion ripped through the building. The shockwave sent her flying, slamming her into a nearby wall. A loud ringing filled her ears, her vision swimming as debris scattered across the floor.

“Captain!” Fizz’s voice crackled in her ear.

Y/n groaned, struggling to push herself up. She glanced down at her side, her hand coming away slick with blood from a deep gash torn open by shrapnel. Her breath hitched, but she bit back the pain, reaching for her comms.

“Breathin’,” she lied through gritted teeth. “Keep moving.”

Price’s voice broke through, urgent. “Delta, report.”

“Just a scratch, Bravo.” Y/n pressed a hand against her side, trying to stop the bleeding, though it felt like a losing battle. “Don’t worry about me.”

"Where are you?" he demanded, his tone shifting from professionalism to something rougher, more personal.

Before Y/n could respond, a second explosion rocked the building, this one even closer. The walls buckled, smoke filling the hallway. The entire compound was crumbling around them.

Price cursed over the comms. “I’m coming to you.”

“No,” Y/n snapped, her breath shallow. “Stay with the mission. We need that intel.”

“Not a chance in hell.”

She could hear his footsteps approaching through the chaos, and despite the pain surging through her, she tried to pull herself upright. Her vision blurred as she staggered to her feet, the world spinning around her. “Price, don’t. Just get the team out.”

His shadow loomed through the smoke, and within seconds, Price was beside her, his hands gripping her arm. “Like I said, not a chance.”

Y/n pushed at him weakly, her strength draining with every second. “Leave me. You’ll never make it with me slowing you down.”

Y/n’s vision swam, but she managed a weak glare. “You idiot.”

“Nice to see you too, Captain,” Price muttered, before hoisting her onto his shoulder in a fireman’s carry, his movements smooth and practiced. His free hand kept his weapon trained ahead as he navigated through the smoke-filled halls.

“I’m ordering you,” she rasped, her voice weaker now. “Get out. Save the intel. Save our team.”

Price’s grip only tightened as he began hauling her toward the nearest exit, his face set in a grim, determined expression. “I don’t take orders from you, Captain.”

The ground shook beneath them, more explosions rumbling through the facility. Y/n coughed, smoke filling her lungs as she hung limply on Price, her body barely cooperating. “You’re going to get yourself killed.”

Price met her gaze, his eyes fierce. “Not today, lovie.”

Despite her injuries, despite the chaos around them, Y/n couldn’t help but admire the stubborn determination on his face. She was fading fast, her vision growing dim, but she forced herself to stay still, trusting Price as he carried her toward the exit.

The sounds of gunfire and explosions grew distant as they stumbled through the compound. Y/n’s head swam, her limbs heavy, and the world around her began to blur. She could feel herself slipping, the pain too much to bear.

Price’s voice cut through the fog, low and desperate. “Stay with me, Y/n.”

Every step was a battle, each one harder than the last, but Price didn’t slow down. His pace was steady, his breathing even, though she could tell he was working through his own exhaustion.

She coughed, her head lolling slightly against his back. “This mission… was doomed… from the start.”

“You’re still talking, so I’ll count that as a win,” Price grunted, adjusting his grip on her as they rounded a corner.

They burst out of the crumbling facility, the cold night air hitting them like a slap to the face. Price dragged Y/n toward the extraction point, his grip never faltering despite her growing weight.

“Fizz! Shrike!” Price shouted into the comm. “Get to the exfil point. Now.”

“We’re on our way!” Fizz’s voice crackled back, tension clear. “Dancer’s got eyes on ye!”

Y/n could barely make out the lights of the extraction helicopter ahead. Her vision blurred, her limbs almost numb now, but Price hauled her up again, more firmly onto his shoulders.

“Price,” she slurred, her head lolling against his shoulder. “I’m slowing you down…”

“You’re not slowing me down,” he growled, his grip tightening as if he could will her to stay conscious.

Behind them, the facility erupted in a fiery blaze, the charges Soap and Fizz had placed finally detonating. The force of the explosion sent another shockwave through the air, but Price didn’t falter, his only focus on getting Y/n to safety.

Just a few more feet.

The helicopter touched down, the rotor wash whipping through the air, kicking up dust and debris. Fizz and Shrike ran forward, covering their captain and Price as they closed the final distance.

As Price practically shoved Y/n into the waiting helicopter, Fizz’s voice rang in her ears. “Captain, we’re here. We’ve got ye.”

Y/n felt herself being pulled into the chopper, strong hands catching her as she finally let herself go, her body slumping into the seat.

Price was right behind her, climbing in as the helicopter lifted off. His hand stayed on her shoulder, his breath heavy as he finally let out a long, shaky exhale.

“Mission successful, Captain,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, more for her than for anyone else.

Y/n managed a weak smile, her eyelids heavy. “You’re a stubborn bastard, you know that?”

Price chuckled softly, but there was no humor in his eyes, only relief. “You’re damn right I am.”

As she drifted into unconsciousness, Y/n could feel his hand still resting on her, grounding her, keeping her tethered to the moment. She wasn’t alone, not anymore.

And for once, she allowed herself to trust in that.

The steady beep of medical monitors was the only sound in the sterile room. Y/n lay unconscious on the bed, her breathing even but shallow. The medics had worked quickly—Price had insisted on it—but now there was nothing to do but wait.

John stood at the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, his expression darker than usual. His eyes never left her, watching for any sign of movement. The explosion replayed over and over in his mind—the moment she’d been thrown back, the blood seeping through her vest, the way she had nearly slipped out of his hands.

His fists clenched as he remembered how she had told him to leave her.

"Bloody stubborn," he muttered to himself, more frustration than anger in his voice.

He didn’t even hear Laswell approach until she was standing next to him, peering through the window at Y/n’s still form. "She’s tough, you know."

Price huffed, glancing briefly at Laswell before returning his gaze to Y/n. "Doesn't mean I can't be worried."

Laswell’s lips quirked into a small smile. "I didn’t say you couldn’t be."

Price didn’t respond, his eyes narrowing as Y/n shifted slightly, her fingers twitching as she stirred. He stepped forward, his entire body tense, but she quickly settled again, still unconscious.

Laswell raised an eyebrow at his reaction, folding her arms and leaning against the wall. "You’ve been standing there for hours, John."

“I’ve got time,” he muttered, jaw tightening. His gaze flicked briefly toward Laswell before turning back to Y/n.

Laswell sighed, studying him for a moment. "You know," she started, her voice lighter, "I've seen you worried before. But this—" she gestured to his stiff posture, his constant vigil by the door, "—this is something else."

Price remained silent, though his expression darkened.

Laswell smirked, clearly enjoying the rare opportunity to tease him. "So, should I congratulate you now? Or wait until she wakes up and you finally admit it?"

"Admit what, Laswell?" Price's voice was low and guarded, but the edge in his tone was unmistakable.

"Oh, come on, John," Laswell chuckled softly. "Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about. I’ve seen the way you look at her. Half your team has, too."

Price’s brow furrowed, and he shifted uncomfortably, his arms tightening across his chest. "It’s not like that."

Laswell tilted her head, clearly unconvinced. "Right. Just like it wasn’t ‘like that’ when you practically carried her out of a collapsing building. Or when you haven’t left her side since she got patched up."

Price shot her a sharp look but didn’t respond. He wasn’t exactly one for open conversations about feelings. That much was clear.

Laswell, sensing his resistance, softened her tone just a bit. "John, she’s going to be fine. You don’t need to act like the world’s falling apart."

"I don’t take risks with my people," Price finally said, his voice rough. "She’s a good captain."

Laswell raised an eyebrow. "She is. But this isn’t about just her being a captain, is it?"

Price’s lips pressed into a thin line. He glanced over at Y/n again, watching her chest rise and fall. His shoulders stiffened slightly, his emotions barely restrained.

Laswell pushed off the wall, moving to stand beside him. Her expression was softer now, more knowing. "You care about her, John. It’s obvious. Maybe not to her, but... to the rest of us? It’s clear as day."

Price let out a slow breath, shaking his head. "It’s complicated, Laswell."

"Doesn’t have to be." She said with a small shrug.

For a moment, there was only silence between them, save for the quiet hum of the medical equipment. Price’s eyes remained locked on Y/n, his heart pounding in a way he wasn’t used to.

"She’ll be alright," Laswell said softly, patting him on the shoulder. "But maybe it’s time you stop pretending it’s just about the mission."

Price didn’t respond, his gaze fixed on the steady rise and fall of Y/n’s chest. The tension in his shoulders never left, but something about Laswell’s words settled in the back of his mind, lingering.

Laswell, satisfied with the silence, turned to leave but couldn’t resist one last jab. "Just make sure when she wakes up, you’ve got a better excuse than ‘I’m worried about my people.’ She deserves better than that."

She left the room, leaving Price standing alone, the weight of her words heavy in the air. His eyes never left Y/n, and despite the storm of thoughts swirling in his head, one thing remained clear.

He wasn’t leaving her side anytime soon.

The soft beeping of the heart monitor was the first thing Y/n registered as she slowly drifted back to consciousness. Her eyes fluttered open, taking in the dimly lit medical room. The sterile smell and the gentle hum of the machinery were familiar, but it took a moment for her mind to clear the fog.

Her body felt heavy, and a dull pain radiated from her side, but she managed to turn her head slightly. As she did, she noticed the faint figures of her team members—Fizz, Shrike, and Dancer—standing near the window, speaking in hushed tones. Their expressions were a mix of relief and concern.

"Captain’s awake!" Fizz's voice broke through the quiet, her face lighting up as she moved closer to the bed.

Y/n blinked slowly, trying to focus on the figure that approached. The room seemed warmer now, filled with the familiar presence of her team. But as she scanned the room, her eyes fell upon a different figure—a man slumped in a chair by the door.

John Price was fast asleep, his head tipped back, and his posture slouched. He was still in his tactical gear, though his helmet, gloves, and vest were set aside on a nearby table. The sight of him, so vulnerable and worn out, was a stark contrast to the usually stoic and commanding officer she was accustomed to.

"Price?" Y/n murmured, her voice barely more than a whisper.

The movement of her lips was enough to stir the sleeping man. Price’s eyes fluttered open, and he instantly straightened in his chair, blinking away the remnants of sleep. His gaze locked onto Y/n, and for a moment, his expression softened into a mix of relief and fatigue.

"Y/n," he said, his voice rough but filled with emotion. He pushed himself up from the chair, his movements quick and anxious as he approached her bedside. "You’re awake."

"Yeah," Y/n replied, her voice still weak. "Looks like I made it."

Price’s eyes didn’t leave hers, and he reached out a hand, his rough fingers brushing against hers in a gesture of reassurance. “You gave us quite a scare. How are you feeling?”

“Like I’ve been hit by a truck,” she replied with a small, pained smile. “But I’m alive.”

“You’re more than just alive,” Price said softly. “You’re one tough bastard. I’d have had a hell of a time explaining to your team if something happened to you.”

Y/n chuckled softly, wincing a bit at the pain. “I see you’ve been keeping a close eye on me.”

Price’s lips twitched into a small, weary smile. “Wouldn’t be anywhere else.”

As she continued to take in her surroundings, her team members moved closer. Fizz, Shrike, and Dancer each offered their own words of comfort and relief. Fizz handed her a small gift—a get-well-soon charm with a note that read, “Next time, don’t scare us like that!”

Dancer’s eyes were warm as she said, “The mission’s over. We’re just glad you’re okay.”

Shrike gave a nod of approval, her gaze softer than usual. “Good to see you back with us, Captain.”

Y/n tried to smile, her eyes darting back to Price. His attention was solely on her, but she could see the strain in his features, the concern that hadn’t fully eased. She reached out, her hand gently squeezing his.

“John, you should get some rest,” she said, her voice filled with concern.

Price shook his head, though his eyes were still tired. “I’m fine. You’re the one who needs to focus on getting better.”

Just then, the door to the medical room opened, and the members of Task Force 141 stepped in. Soap, Gaz, and Ghost entered, their expressions a mix of relief and concern. Soap was the first to approach, his face breaking into a wide grin.

“Thought we’d drop by,” Soap said, his voice filled with warmth. “Looks like yer none too worse fer wear.”

Y/n’s eyes lit up as she saw the familiar faces. “Soap, Gaz, Ghost—thanks for coming.”

Gaz stepped closer, his expression serious but with a hint of a smile. “We’re not letting you off easy. Had enough trouble keeping track of you.”

Ghost’s face was as unreadable as ever, but his eyes softened slightly as he nodded. “Glad you’re awake.”

The two teams mingled in the room, exchanging stories and updates. Price remained at Y/n’s side, his hand still holding hers, though he gave her a small nudge when the door creaked open again.

Laswell entered, her gaze flicking between the two teams. She smirked slightly as she saw Price’s protective stance. “Well, well, seems like everyone’s here.”

Price looked up, his expression a mix of exhaustion and embarrassment. “Kate.”

Laswell chuckled softly, moving closer. “John, you’ve been standing guard for hours. It’s nice to see you care, but don’t you think it’s time to take a break?”

Price shook his head, though his eyes were still tired. “I’m fine. Just making sure she’s alright.”

Laswell’s gaze softened as she glanced between Price and Y/n. “And you’ve been making sure she’s more than just alright.”

Y/n managed a weak but warm smile. “John’s been quite the sentinel.”

Laswell raised an eyebrow, her teasing tone still light. “Well, it seems like the Captain’s getting quite a bit of attention. Maybe you’ll get some rest soon, Price.”

As the room filled with laughter and the camaraderie of both teams, Price’s gaze never wavered from Y/n. Despite the jokes and the lighthearted banter, it was clear that his concern ran deep.

Y/n glanced at her team, then back at Price. The room was filled with a sense of camaraderie and relief. Despite the mission’s outcome and the pain she was feeling, there was something comforting about having both teams gathered around her, and about Price’s steadfast presence.

As the nurse came in to check on her, the room began to fill with a more normal hustle and bustle. Price stayed close, his hand still in hers, as if anchoring himself to her.

“You know,�� Y/n said softly, trying to lighten the mood, “If you wanted to keep me company, you didn’t have to wait until I was in the hospital.”

Price’s tired eyes met hers, and he managed a small, genuine smile. “Don’t think I had much of a choice, Captain.”

Y/n’s gaze softened as she looked at him, realizing that despite the chaos and danger, there was something comforting in his presence. For now, she was content to focus on recovering and the quiet reassurance that, for once, someone cared deeply enough to guard her—even in their moments of vulnerability.

[duusheen]

little witch 😤

[vampireballroom]

TMA statement about a guy who’s office is full of different avatars and he never picks up on the tension until he catches one of them doing something insane and he never says anything. and then they all slowly start being more avatarey and he’s like um. okay… until eventually he’s just got clowns and clouds forwarding him emails and he’s like Uhh

[milkbreadandtadpoles]

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[nico-the-overlord]

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Hi, my name is Nicolas!

This blog is centered around fandoms I´m in, although I will reblog a bunch of random stuff since it´s my main blog

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I´m currently mostly into Sanders Sides, Gravity Falls, The World of Mr.Plant, AJR, The Amazing Digital Circus

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[lil-space-king]

Name: Raven Quinlan Pronouns: she/her Sexuality: Lesbian Height: 6'1'' Age: 26

Bio: Imagine a jeff bezos that is a decent person and also non-binary. Their name is Sol Quinlan, and they are the CEO of a very profitable high-tech company. They live a comfortable lifestyle but donate a majority of their bank account to helping queer youth and other charitable endeavors. They also use their estate (complete with well-paid staff to maintain it) as a foster home.

They have a bit of a bleeding heart, bringing home a myriad of kids at any given time, but they only adopt a few that really worm their way into Sol's heart. The kids they do end up keeping are Pelor, Neptune, and Raven.

Raven was an orphan, never having any idea of either of her parents and she grew up bouncing from foster home to foster home. She was AMAB which only made things harder as she insisted on dressing like a girl and being treated by one. She was very lucky to find herself in Sol's home and with two very loving, protective siblings.

Raven was always a stoic and serious girl as well as very gothic and strange. She never had very many friends, choosing mainly to stick to herself and focus on her studies (and her taxidermy hobby). By the time she was in college she had decided she would go into her parent's business.

She graduates with a business degree (mba? who knows?) and starts working at her parent's company where she fucking kicks ass. As an asian trans woman she has to often work twice as hard to get the respect she deserves. Sol does their best to run a safe business, but people are still assholes. Raven know she's got a huge opportunity most people like her wouldn't get and she works extremely hard to take advantage of it.

So busy at work, Raven doesn't have many friends as an adult either. She has a lot of sex on the side, but never anything serious, until Natasha. Natasha is sweet and romantic and sharp as a knife and it isn't long after their first encounter in a sex club that she's managed to drag Raven out of her shell and go on a date with her. It doesn't take too long after that for the two to make it official.

They have a whirlwind romance that complete knocks Raven for a loop. For the first time, ever, she's got something other than work calling for her attention. It's beautiful and it lasts not nearly long enough. Natasha has a terminal illness. She's known about it for the majority of her life, she tells Raven about it on their first date, they both know that it will catch up eventually and eventually it does.

Raven doubles down on her workaholic tendencies not wanting to give her brain the space or time to miss her. She pushes people away, not wanting to get close to anyone after Natasha. But life has a funny way of convincing you to do things you don't want to do.

Sol's company gets targeted in a federal investigation. It's crap, Raven knows it's crap, she knows that the company is completely free of any kind of criminal activity. But her parent hires a lawyer anyway to 'cover their bases'. The lawyer is Andy and she's hired to do her own investigation into the company looking for any hint of white collar crime so the company can get ahead of it.

Raven winds up working very closely with Andy, answering questions and helping her investigate the offices and personnel. Andy is immediately smitten with her and Raven does her best to ignore that, they're working together after all. But as soon as her contract is over Andy asks if they can go out sometime and Raven agrees despite herself.

At first, it's just sex, but Andy is very charming and sweet and her smile is beautifully familiar and soon the two are dating and they move in together.

An old love of Andy's, Deanne's needs a place to stay and Raven doesn't think twice about letting her. Raven has always been poly and she's come to love Andy very dearly and she sees the way Andy's face lights up just talking about her old friend.

Andy and Deanne start dating and it's hard to not fall in love when you see sweet your girlfriend and her other girlfriend are together. Raven gets to know Deanne and her sweet caring nature wins her over. That along with the fact that her eyes have the same shade of golden-brown as Natasha.

[lakanakana]

war never changes

[yumenikkii]

just another average day in gravity falls

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Expertise can't help you here.

[werewolf-transgenderism]

just watched a video of a wildlife rehabber tube-feeding the teeny tiniest orphaned baby opossum and the comments are fucking KILLING me

baby opossum (too teeny, hasn’t finished cooking in the marsupial pouch like it ought to have done, doesn’t even look like it should exist):

the comments:

[mangozic]

my dead goth son and his friendly neighborhood personified concept of insanity

[wasabi-gumdrop]

local ladies man’s signature move totally useless against autistic monster enthusiast. more on Kabru’s fumble era at 6

[adyophene]

Husk's secret weapon

[scurvioli]