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Routine

Tobias Rogers x reader

Short and sweet, not proofread

Banner credit- @cafekitsune

Her schedule was ingrained in my mind, from how long it took her to brush her teeth in the morning, to the late night cram sessions in the library. I knew she woke up extra early every Wednesday before class, the exact bus route she took just to miss the early morning traffic on her way back from the gym. I had her days down to the minute.

I could always tell the exact mood she was in from the small pin in her hair, each colour a different emotion. A small gateway into her mind.

I had her coffee order memorised like I was the barista who worked the till from 08:12 to 08:17. I knew the exact amount of syrup pumps, whether she wanted it iced or hot, or when she had that yellow pin in her hair- with extra sweet foam.

She was perfect, truly. She was perfect for me.

So why did she have to go and ruin our routine? Why did you ruin it?

Did I not pay you enough attention? I even stood closer to you in the grocery store. Slightly too close in the parking lot. But I was there wasn’t I? You knew I was.

It started with those extra 5 minutes while you were in bed. That wasn’t part of the schedule. You were running into your sleep. Was it him you were texting? Or something else? The once gorgeous and open smile you held, was now tainted. Did you direct it at him? Did he make you smile?

My favourite times together were always the ones where it felt like you saw me. Really saw me. Not just the dark shadow in the corner of your yard.

You needed me. It was so much easier to love you, cause I knew, I knew you needed me. Did you need him?

Those extra 5 minutes really were the turning point for us, weren’t they? After that you changed even more.

How dare you coil around my bleeding heart, squeezing and squeezing. And fucking squeezing. Till the last drop painted your perfect lips. My hand can still feel the wetness. Was it my blood that night? Was it yours? Did we meld together? Did you taste how sweet you really fucking were? Was mine copper? Was it bitter? Did you feel the love?

Those late night cram sessions quickly just became an excuse to sit on your phone, laptop idly staring at you, screen completely black. It gave me the perfect chance to observe you. I’m sure you didn’t see me- you were too busy of course. Still on that goddamn phone. Our reflections looked so perfect together, if only you had just lifted your head.

I remember the first night vividly, your pink pin in your hair, that yellow worn out cardigan on your shoulders, preparing for an English literature exam. But you just couldn’t keep your eyes on your notes, could you? Every few minutes, your eyes, your wandering eyes, they kept drifting to your phone. Was it his notification you were hoping for?

You really made me sick that night.

I forgive you now. It’s in the past after all. I know you won’t do it again. You’re perfect.

Thursday was always our day. The late lie in bed. The slow pace of you reaching for your phone, laughing at whatever was on it. It was your friends, right? Katie and issy? Your face entirely relaxed, hair slightly messy, curtain open just enough for me to savour how the sun shined against your skin. French toast with an excessive amount of powdered sugar, a cup of earl grey with honey, if it was raining- chai.

He doesn’t bring you flowers you know. I do. Amaranthus, daisies and anemones. They make a beautiful bouquet. I’m sure you think so too. I deliver them on our day. Do you like them? Do you see how much I still care?

You always did have a floral scent. The smell of rot doesn’t suit you. But I still bear it. Because I love you.

I loved the sound of your laughter, how it always seemed to cling to my skin. You had a way of filling any uncomfortable silence with ease. Are you laughing now?

I remember the last look you gave me. There was no fear. No surprise. It was like you anticipated this all along. Like you carefully shifted the routine to fit me in. Made all the correct advances for weeks just to feel the cold blades imbed your bones. You didn’t fight it. You didn’t scream. You just looked at me with that innocent smile. Those knowing eyes. And they told me all I needed. You loved me too.

Now as you lay there a few feet away from me, smell disguised by the flowers, I’m telling you about my day. You’re finally there to listen. The game of cat and mouse is finally over. Do you forgive me too?

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Blue hoodie 💙

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✨ kitty ✨

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chat - caseoh x f!reader

sum: case introduced you to his chat (ft.kitty) master list

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“literally three seconds into the the stream and i get called fat, thanks chat. streams over” case spoke with sarcasm. today he wore something out the usual, a plain black t-shirt and some plain joggers, no hat. this was unusual as he wears hoodies, making sure he has his hood up at all time.

as well, he didn’t have his headset on. which was also weird, his chat noticed instantly and called him out for it. “what did this loser just say? ‘what is bro doing’ how bout you give me a moment buddy”

off screen, you nervous played with the jewellery pieces you had on your fingers and wrists. it was about to be the first time you have been introduced to case’s chat, no one really knew who you were. you ran your own streams however, your average was only around three thousand.

case looked over to you and smiled sweetly, calming your nerves a little. “so chat, i have someone to show you” instantly chat started filling up with inquiries.

“it’s his dietitian fr”

“your personal trainer??”

chat didn’t hold back, case threw his hand in the air and waved you over. “come here” he said softly, you waddled over awkwardly and krept into the screen, showing a small wave when you knew you were in screen. case pulled another chair over and you quickly took your seat.

“so guys, everyone welcome y/n. she is m- no chat i’m not going to eat her. she is ma girlfriend, for about eight months now” you nodded along, watching as the chat waffled.

“how tf you pull her?”

“maybe you do spend time outside”

“she fine ash”

you giggled to yourself as you read the chat. “i am she” you spoke, looking at case. he smiled at you and leaned closer to you, getting more comfortable.

“basically, we are gonna be playing some horror games and maybe see how tim and jim are doing” you nodded, wanting to meet the infamous employees of CASEOHS

you gasped as the bundle of fur entered his room

“KITTY!” you said in unison

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In the Court of King CaseOh

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Y/N: What are you doing here?

Toby: I could ask you the same question.

Y/N: I live here. This is my house.

Toby: I should probably ask you a different question.

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okay so this is super important because i need to know if it’s just me or i’m actually insane, but

edit because i can’t edit the poll title: when i say “i don’t mind brushing my teeth,” i mean “can you brush your teeth every day without getting grossed out by toothpaste,” if that makes sense

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i think tumblr is on its bullshit again

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“You don’t have to be the best at something. You just have to be the most determined.”

— Lauren Burns

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prank gone wrong w/ childe

based on a tiktok audio!

HE FUCKING THAT SHIT UPPPPPPP

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the daisies and the drowned

days 5 and 6: nowhere town, apokatastasis

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cw: fluff, afab reader x price, grumpy x sunshine, older man x younger woman

HEADCANON: The team meets Price’s missus. Not expecting it to be a sweet little thing like you

PAIRING: John Price x reader

Captain John Price was a lot of things.

Gruff. Sharp. Tactical. A man who could disarm a room -- or a bomb -- with the same deadpan focus. So when he finally, finally, agreed to let the team meet his wife at a casual pub night, everyone had… expectations.

Soap pictured someone tough -- maybe military herself, someone who could handle the Captain’s brand of grumpy affection. Gaz bet five quid she’d be ex-SAS too. Ghost said nothing, but even he imagined someone stern, serious, maybe with a scar or two.

They were not prepared for what actually walked through the door.

She was wearing a pink sundress. A little cardigan. And carrying a fucking tote bag with a bloody cartoon duck on it.

Bright smile, eyes sparkling, practically skipping over to Price -- who visibly softened the moment he saw her, like someone had pulled the batteries out of a bomb.

"Hi, darling," she chirped, throwing her arms around his neck.

Price -- their Captain Price, grizzled and grumbling and terrifying to entire warlords -- bent down and kissed her forehead like he was the bloody Prince of Wales.

The entire team stared. Mouths slightly open. Brains short-circuiting.

Soap recovered first, elbowing Gaz hard enough to almost knock his beer over. "That's nae his wife, aye?," he whispered, scandalized. "That’s his — his niece. His... his fairy goddaughter, maybe."

Price gave them a look over her head that very clearly said: say one more word and die.

Introductions were made. She was sweet, bright bloody decades younger than Price, asked about their hobbies, and listened earnestly even when Soap described "this absolutely sick drift he pulled in an APC."

But as the evening wore on, something strange began to happen.

She asked Ghost if he liked lemon drizzle cake -- and then pulled out a homemade one. Wrapped in that same floral-patterned foil that they've seen Price carry around in meetings despite Ghost's insistent shake of the head. Said it was “a little treat for the boys yeah? Just a taste love”

She scolded -- gentle parented -- Gaz gently for leaving his pint too close to the edge of the table. “You’ll knock that over, darling. Move it here, where your elbow won’t catch it.” She pulled a crossword puzzle out of her bag, a newspaper crossword, and started muttering about how “they just don’t make them like they used to.”

Soap caught her humming along to a 70s soul track that only Price ever put on the pub jukebox. Ghost watched her separate her chips from her mushy peas with the same quiet care his gran used to.

And suddenly, despite the pink sundress and the tote bag and the glowy, Disney-princess energy -- they all realized:

She was old at heart.

She might’ve looked like she belonged on some cozy campus or fairy-tale book cover, but she moved through the night like someone who’d been here before. Patient. Observant. Steady. She had Price’s tea order memorized ("two sugars, no milk"), reminded him to take his vitamins -- "m'serious John you have to stop missing your medication dear" -- with the same tone one might use to scold a naughty golden retriever.

Price. Captain John fucking Price. Grumbly. Growling. Feared by half the globe, didn’t argue. Just muttered, “Yes, love,” and obediently took the tiny chewable multivitamin she pressed into his hand like it was ammunition.

Soap nearly choked on his beer.

She fussed over Ghost’s sleeves being damp. Asked if Gaz was getting enough fiber. Told Soap she’d found the cutest mug that looked like a little sheep and bought it for him -- “because you always remind me of a sheepdog, with all that energy!”

They were under siege.

By the end of the night, Ghost. Big bad, massive, hulking, and brooding Ghost -- who once broke a man's wrist for looking at him sideways. Cleared through a room with just a pistol. Battered through a man in half -- was sitting very still as she gently lint-rolled his hoodie. Tutting about the pub cat’s fur.

When they finally left, Price tucked her under his arm, pressed a kiss to her temple, and shot the team a look over her head that said, without words: She’s my peace. Touch her and I’ll bury you under the bloody barracks.

And every single one of them -- elite, seasoned, hardened soldiers -- nodded in perfect silence.

Soap leaned in to Gaz, still stunned. “Mate,” he whispered. “She’s got 'im on a leash, nae doubt about it”

Gaz nodded back, wide-eyed. “Pink. Fluffy. And bulletproof”

Even Ghost, unflinching, unbothered and stoic Ghost, gave them the sharpest, most solemn nod of agreement in his life.

Because clearly, Captain Price didn’t command that squad.

She did.

masterlist

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MY APP GLITCHED AND I HAD 7K TUMBLR NOTIFICATIONS 😭😭😭

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For those who have big attachments to f/os who have a love interest or shipped with a lot of canon characters

They only love you. If you especially have a personality disorder (bpd, npd, hpd, etc), they will do everything they can to show you they only love you. They know you deal with a lot of worry about them, fearing everyday that they'll leave you.

No matter how many times they've mentioned said canon character in their source, they'll always tell you they're forced to say that by the creators and they never truly mean it. Youre their only love, their love of their life. nothing will change their mind on that.

They will ALWAYS come home to you, and show you even more love than normal if you ever need it. Youre their safe space and they know you've loved them more than they've ever been paired with said canon character and they will always choose you over them.

Relax, they've got you. They're immensely devoted to you and you alone. No matter how many doubles there are, no matter how many shippers there are, no matter how much hate they'll get, nothing will change and they'll never be angry at you for being like this. It only shows how much you love them and they will only do the same no matter how times they need too for you to feel safe and loved.

You will always be their first choice, no matter how long you've been together. Youve always been there and they've always been there for you even before said shitty canon character was in their life. And thats at least what they want you to remember. They've always loved you even before them and they will always love you.

They'll always be there for you whenever you're paranoid about them betraying, cheating on you, they will never stop reassuring you and giving you the paitence and love you deserve. You will always be very easy to love for them because they know you never wanted this and you make them feel loved and safe, you're their whole world.

They don't care that you can be possessive of them, you don't take them from their loved ones, they know you're only scared and loving of them. They're the same way with you.

Pro.ship, adjacent, neutrals, anti-antis, toxic non-sharers, ableists, nick stokes doubles except for familial dni please! Do not steal.

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i genuinely don’t know how to feel about this because it’s been a day and “i love you” has been said (and not by me)

now what 🧍‍♀️

if i had a dollar for every time i bagged a european and started a long distance relationship, i’d have two dollars, which is a lot, considering it’s happened twice /ref

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if i had a dollar for every time i bagged a european and started a long distance relationship, i’d have two dollars, which is a lot, considering it’s happened twice /ref

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Sally: Do dragons fart fire?

Slender: I don’t know.

Sally: I thought you went to college.