#“Our first mission 💙” ???? what if i cried

[lanasgirlfr]

this made me emotional ngl🫶🏻💔

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Mac and Cheese

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Natasha comes home from work and everything seems to fall apart until it falls back into place

Note: Soft Nat 💙 Enjoy!

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The first time you made Natasha cry was one of the worst moments of your life.

It was a typical Tuesday evening. You got home from work before Natasha and decided to cook some dinner for the both of you. You were no chef, so you got out some simple ingredients and got to work.

When Nat got home, that’s when everything changed. She sighed as she closed the front door of your apartment behind her. It had been a long day and she was exhausted.

“Babe, is that you?” You asked from the kitchen.

“Yeah, it’s me,” came the simple reply. Nat slipped off her shoes and walked in the direction of your voice.

“Hey Natasha!” You greeted her. “I’m making mac and cheese. It’ll be done in-“ You were interrupted by Natasha excusing herself to the bathroom. Her face was pale and her head hung low as she turned away from you. “Nat?” You called after her. But you got no response.

After a few minutes, you turned off the stove and followed the path to the bathroom. Right before you could knock on the door, you heard a stifled sob from your girlfriend.

You hadn’t heard or seen Natasha cry before. You wondered how many times she had cried by herself in the bathroom just like this.

“Natasha, baby, are you okay?” You asked through the closed door. Your palms were placed on the door as if Nat could see through it and see your opened arms for her.

“I’m fine,” she said. Her voice betrayed her with its brokenness.

“Open the door, please,” you asked her. There was no response. “Natasha, open the door. You don’t need to be alone in there, my love. Whatever is going on, I’m here for you.”

And then the door clicked open. Natasha was standing there with her head low and her chin wobbly as she fought back more tears.

“Oh, baby,” you pulled her into a hug immediately. “I’m so sorry. I’m so so so sorry.”

You rubbed her back with your hand as she cried against you. You took her face in your hands and kissed her forehead.

“Before you say anything, Nat, I’m so sorry. I don’t know exactly what I did to upset you, but please tell me and I’ll fix it.”

“No, it’s not you. I just had a shitty day at work and was reminded of-“ she broke to sniffle and you gave her an encouraging nod to keep going. “Mac and cheese was my little sister’s favorite.”

“Little sister?” You asked her in confusion.

“Yelena. She was my sister during our time in Ohio. I’ve been trying to find her again, but it seems like an impossible task,” Natasha explained.

“That’s why you’ve been working so much, yeah?”

“Yeah. I’m sorry the mac and cheese set me off. I’m just exhausted,” Natasha said.

“I know, my love,” you kissed her softly. “Tell me more about this sister of yours.”

And so you and Natasha spent the evening eating mac and cheese as she told you of her little sister. She laughed and she cried as she recounted her time on Ohio with Yelena, Melina, and Alexei. Joking that she liked them in that order.

It’s two years later when your now wife comes home from a mission with a blonde girl standing beside her. You don’t have to ask who she is. The look on Natasha’s face says it all.

“Come on in, Yelena,” you say. The blonde smiles at you. You realize Natasha must’ve told her about you.

They sit on the couch as you go to the kitchen. You make the two women a snack.

“Mac and cheese?” Yelena asks.

“You remembered?” Nat asks you. She stands to hug you.

“Of course, baby.”

“I love you,” she says as she holds you close.

“I love you too, Natasha. Forever and ever,” you reply.

She tears up as she feels the gravity of the situation. Her sister is back and she married the perfect someone for her. You’re so happy she found her sister again.

This time when you make Natasha cry it’s one of the best moments of your life.

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[im-akira]

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 - « 𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑀𝑦 𝐷𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟 »

Stephen Strange / Christine Palmer / Hope Strange

Summary : A warm moment between Stephen and Hope, his daughter. Based on the chorus of "For My Daughter" by Kane Brown.

Warnings : Nothing.

Universe :  Marvel

Song : Kane Brown - For My Daughter

Do not : Claim, Repost, Copy, or Translate my stories anywhere else.

I apologize in advance but English is not my mother tongue and it is also my first story. 💙

It has now been several days since the Strange family fully lived their days. The Sanctum has become quite different since the arrival of this little angel in the life of Stephen and Christine. She had a lot in common with both her parents, and Christine was sure to point that out to her husband and vice versa. But unfortunately, it was way too good to last, that night Hope had a hard time falling asleep, once one of her nightmares decided to show some horrible things.

The Sanctuary was quiet, as it is every night, even when Stephen returned from his missions very late at night, or even early in the morning. As usual, Stephen will quietly go to his room and settle down next to his wife, once he has removed the dirty clothes he was wearing and he has equipped himself with an appropriate outfit for the night that awaited him. Christine had arrived here much earlier, according to her silhouette, she was in a deep sleep, the last days at the hospital had not been at all easy for the young mother.

Stephen could deduce that his body needed a lot of rest, she had been much too tense lately, it was also his case with the mystical missions, the learnings for the new students and everything else. Fortunately for them, their little girl was there to make them live from any time other than sweat, physical and mental exhaustion, at last almost.

After this quick analysis, Stephen will slip into the sheets and land little by little against Christine’s back. He absolutely did not want to wake her, because of sudden gestures, his trembling fingers will put him in a delicate position, but Stephen will not let himself be done thanks to the magic and the last force he has left before falling into the arms of sleep. His rough fingers were placed around his waist, as for his head, he had positioned it just above his own, a simple way for him to have it close to him and to know it was safe. Faced with this gesture, Christine will simply make small movements to place herself properly in the embrace that her husband offers her and fully immerse herself in a deep sleep.

A few minutes after Stephen was settled in, cries could be heard on the other side of the room, it was Hope. Immediately, Christine opens her eyes painfully, Stephen’s arms hold her firmly, preventing her from making as few movements as possible in bed. For his part, Stephen did not move a finger, he was too much posed by the heat of the sheets.

-   «  Mmh... I think our little princess is asking for you, my love. » Said Christine, coming to intertwine her fingers with his, her eyes closing slowly.

-   «  It's not just her who's asking me tonight. And then tell me, how do you know it's not you she's asking for ? » Unlike his wife, Stephen had his eyes wide open, despite the darkness of the room, he could observe her silhouette.

-   « Because I’m her mother, and I know it, I feel it, it’s kind of my duty as a mom, Stephen. I don’t know if you noticed, but in the last few days, she’s been asking a lot more from you. » Christine will let out a little laugh, the behavior her husband had amused her. The great Doctor Stephen Strange who cares about what he has around him, it was no longer a myth in his last years. -   « She’s got plenty to hold on to. If it is as demanding as you are, I think that at some point I will not be able to cut myself into several pieces, we will surely have to make a choice. » After his words, Stephen will come and give a light kiss on the top of his head.

-   « A preference, you mean, isn't it ?  »  

-   «  Yes, that's correct. »

- As Stephen answers her, she will in turn withdraw her husband's hands with a gentle gesture in order to be able to turn in his direction and face him, eyes in eyes.  « Who would you choose between your wife and your daughter, Stephen ? »

-   «  I will not make a choice, because you are both what brings me the most happiness on this planet. You two are the best part of me, you are my saving grace. Even if one day fate asks me to make a choice on this, I would rather give my life than choose. »   Her words will come to put a great silence, leaving Christine with her mouth wide open, unable to say anything at the moment. But Hope’s  cries will bring the young couple out of this silence.

-   « And can you explain to me what we will become without you, who will be there to scare away the monsters that lurk in his room ?  ».   With the little light the evening moon provides through the large windows of the bedroom, a gleam could be read through Christine's eyes.

- Stephen had noticed the look she wore when asking this question, it is by addressing a smile to her that he will come to answer with the greatest sincerity that can be. «   His mom, my wife. And even if one day it happens, which it will, I will always be there, in your hearts, by your side, watching you. »

-   « You always had the last word, Stephen.  » Letting a small tear run down her cheek, Christine will then come and lay her forehead against his and enjoy this short moment with him.

-   « Always, my love. » Stephen gladly accepts Christine’s gesture, letting her do it and accompanying her in a gentle embrace.

After this intimate moment between them, Stephen will leave with a certain sensitivity the embrace of his wife and will quietly let her fall into a deep sleep. Then wearing a nightgown, Stephen prepares to leave the room to join his daughter’s, but Cloak will come to make a short interruption. Although he was only a mystical object to some, to Stephen and the rest of his family, he was more than an object. In his rather clumsy way, Cloak showed affection for Hope, she was the offspring of his master, so he had to do everything to protect her during her parents' absences. Without saying a word, Stephen makes a gesture to Cloak to offer him to come and rest on his shoulders, it will allow him to say hello to Hope. The course accepted with joy and rushed on his shoulders. Then, after that little moment, Stephen leaves the room with his best teammate.

Her crying had always been so intense lately. Hope had nightmares, she saw things that frightened her. Stephen had managed to see through certain spells what fed his phenomena. Despite her age, Hope has seen many things, both fantastic and horrifying. Her mind was highly developed and inquisitive, a small gift left by her father, who he sometimes regrets that she inherited it.

-   «  Don't cry, I'm here, your daddy is here. » Instantly Hope heard her father's voice, immediately her crying stoppedHe had this power over her, his words were enough to reassure her. Stephen is going to come and lean against the edge of his cradle, his gaze is focused on this little being. Hope was doing the same, she had regained her composure and was making small movements that she was used to doing. Cloak leaves Stephen's shoulders to stand on the right side of the cradle, he's never far from her. The little one had noticed it and smiled when she saw the cape floating right next to her.

Once she was completely calmed down, Stephen will come and take her in his arms and make small gestures against her back. He held her tightly to his chest and in his arms, he paced around the room trying to get her to sleep. With the help of her little hands, Hope will come and grab hold of Stephen's t-shirt and lay her head against him.

Between him and Christine, she was the best placed to put the words to it when it came to talking to her daughter. Stephen would never have thought he would have a child, but it seems that the future decided otherwise and introduced him to a whole new life. Today, he didn't regret for a single second having set foot there, even through the lack of sleep, Hope managed to make him forget everything and soothe him. It is by taking a little inspiration that Stephen will come to mumble a few words, all in a calm tone to be able to rock her. -  Someone to play catch with, out in the backyard,

To pick up the pieces of your first broken heart,

Someone to say slow down when you turn sixteen,

I'm gonna be the best one I can be,

Someone to scare the monsters when it's dark in your room,

And not just say I love you, but show you what it means,

I knew what I wouldn't do if I ever had a kid,

They say history repeats itself,

Well, I guess that's up to me,

I'm gonna be the best one I can be,

Someone to let you fall down and teach you how to get back up,

And teach you how to be sweet like mama and how to be tough,

Yeah, I'll never be perfect, but sure as those lines are pink,

Love you, baby girl.

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Thank you so much for reading ! ☺️

[fueledbysano]

Just Us

summary: after the female titan incident, Levi finds you suffering the same pain he was on a couple years ago.

✧ pairing: Captain!Levi x gn!reader

✧ includes: character death, angst, fluff, soft Levi, humour, very fluffy

✧ a/n: y'all love soft Levi, huh? I do too 🥴 requests are open as of now, feel free to send in anything or if you just wanna hmu <3

✧ wc: 2,920

levi pic from @ mrsackermanx 💙

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It has only been four hours since you got back from that dreadful mission yet, it felt like months, heck even years already. You've already cried all your tears out with nothing to spare, leaving you seated all alone in the kitchens.

The steam from the newly-poured tea diffused through the air as your eyes blankly stared into your lonely surroundings; Petra and Oluo aren't here with you anymore. It felt straight up dreary.

Until you heard one of the doors open, revealing the Caption who looked tired as usual. His presence somehow had lightened your mood as you immediately sit up straight, clearing your throat.

“Can't sleep too?” You ask in attempt to initiate a conversation.

“Thanks for pointing out the obvious.” He replies, taking a sit across from you and pouring himself a cup of tea from the pitcher you were using.

They say death is hardest on the living. It’s tough to actually say goodbye. Sometimes it’s impossible. You never really stop feeling the loss.

It really is true when they said you never know how some things are when you've experienced it yourself.

It's crazy to think that one moment, you may be here, and then suddenly, you're just not. But that comes with your job. You knew that, but you never anticipated it would be this painful.

“I thought I can handle it when these stuff happens. Turns out, I can't. I'm pathetic.” You spoke, still staring into space while Levi listened.

“No one ever is.” Levi remarked. He now started to realize how painful this is for you. Petra and Oluo were your batch mates since your training days. And since then, you've formed an amazing friendship with them that didn't compare to anyone's. and this– Levi knows. It started to remind him of his early days as a scout, precisely his friendship with Isabel and Furlan.

“It will hurt everytime you think of them. But over time, it will hurt less and less. Eventually, you'll remember them and it will only hurt a little.” He spoke.

“That's very insightful of you, captain.” You nodded. “Before I made captain, I had friends too.” You realized he is currently telling you something that may be a delicate topic for him, and so you attentively listened.

“They were recruited with me from the underground. Eventually, we went out to our first mission beyond the walls. But sadly, it was their last one as well.” He tells before sipping from his cup of tea.

“I'm sorry.”

“Tch, don't apologize. You didn't know.” And with that, the two of you sat in comfortable silence, just indulging on the tea you've prepared. You made Levi a couple cups of tea before, but this one perhaps may be one of the best ones he's had. He didn't admit it, rather, just tried to pick up what flavor it is.

“It's chamomile.” You take notice of his constant sipping and sniffing of the beverage. He nods, finishing his drink and getting up from his seat before gently pushing the chair back and walking towards you.

“Get your ass up. I'll show you somewhere.” Levi couldn't believe he was doing this, but he didn't mind it either. He carefully grabbed you by the collar of your cropped jacket from the back, now making your way outside the headquarters and onto the roof.

The whole walk (and climbing) to it was silent, Levi not even giving you a single clue on what you were doing. Until you've finally reached your destination on the hard bricked roof, the cold night breeze immediately hitting your body as you and Levi settled onto one spot by the peak and made yourselves comfortable.

The glow of the moon was very clear and predominantly illuminated the clear, night sky. Sitting above the hard bricks can really put your world into a new perspective, gazing up into the night sky.

From your frame of reference, you can easily spot each beautiful constellation and billions of stars shining, seeming to waltz throughout the sky.

“I hope this helps you like it did to me. I find looking at the stars theraputic.” Ever since your little talk from the kitchen, you noticed how talkative Levi was being. You realized, he's just as affected as you are. and so you listened and tried your best to return the same energy too.

“I've never seen the sky this clear, it's beautiful.” You remark.

“I heard a tale from some villagers saying that when your loved ones pass, they become one with the stars.” He tells.

“You seriously don't buy that.”

“I don't, it's damn crazy. Although, that would be a beautiful phenomenon.” He remarks, earning a laugh from you. Even when upset, he never fails to deliver those blunt remarks.

“Well, here's something you can buy– apparently, some stars have names. I saw it on Armin's book.” You gaze up the sky and looked for one particular glowing set of stars, remembering what it looked like.

“That– those bright ones, are called Orion's belt.” You finally spot the arrangement of stars the stood out among the rest and gestured with your hand.

“So you do listen to that brat's stories.” His eyes follow your finger, spotting the beautiful constellation.

“For the record, they are very interesting.” You defend.

“I see.” Levi nodded, before you continue scanning your eyes through the stars sprawled all over the sky, trying to find a set of stars yourself.

“Y/N.” Levi's voice breaks you from your search, as you look back at him.

“Hm?”

“While we find ways to survive the unbearable pain, there are pieces of them that will never truly die, because we carry them with us for the rest of our lives. Grief isn't something that people get over, so much as something that they eventually learn to live with.” He implored.

If you live long enough, you will eventually have to suffer the loss of someone you love. Anyone who’s been through this knows that death is, indeed, hardest on the living. and it just so happens that Levi exactly knew how that feels.

“I knew how much those two meant to you. But as much as they meant to me, the three of you had a remarkable bond. You trusted each other with your lives.” He spoke.

“So, if you like, need someone to bitch on or whatever, I'm... I'm right here.” He confided, bringing a soft smile on your face.

“If you need someone to bitch on, I'm right here too.” You vouched, and he almost immediately returns the warm smile, taking his hand up your hair and gently running his fingers through them.

“I know you are.” A chuckle escaped his lips as he continued to gently ruffle your locks, taking his eyes back to the endless stars sputtered in the sky.

This is your life now. You are a soldier bound to face death every single day. It happens, and it's hard.

But you find your people, you lean on them, you learn from them, and sure as hell try your very best to do the same for them.

i loved writing this 🥺🌌 I hope you loved reading it too 💖

[scribesofcalamity]

Hello, 31-35 from the GW2 asks!

Thanks for the ask! 💙

31. Your favorite character from personal story?

My favorite characters from the personal story were probably Tybalt & Demmi! Out of Dragon's Watch,I'm quite partial to Rytlock and Eir.

32. Your favorite character from ls & hot?

Aurene! I fell in love with our little crystal daughter the moment she hatched. Taimi and Gorrik have also really grown on me.

33. Your favorite ship?

I don't really have any ships in Guild Wars...so I suppose my favorite couple would of course be Marjory and Kasmeer.

34. Have you ever cried because of the story?

Oh yes. I cried during my first playthrough of Tybalt's death and Trahearne's. And Almorra. ಥ_ಥ

35. What was the worst experience in story?

Can I say the dragon response missions? Those drove me up the wall haha.

[bloodanddiscoballs]

I was tagged by that absolutely beautiful and wonderful @honeydipped-crystaltipped

Here we go!

1.) are you named after someone?

No! But my name does have meaning; my mom had cervical and vaginal cancer and was told she would never have a baby. So, when she got pregnant with me, it was a bonafide miracle. She named me Desireé because she desired me so much and prayed for me day and night

2.) when was the last time you cried?

I'm kinda a softie so I cried when I watched Longmire tonight cause they were discussing some particular hard realities that surround the stealing of native children by white folks who deem our families unfit to raise them. My own family has seen how the corrupt child protective services fails the kids they say they're there to protect so it hit home.

3.) do you have kids?

No and I cannot because of the fusion of my pelvis and lower back. If I were to carry, it would paralyze me and the child would probably not make it.

4.) do you use sarcasm a lot?

I do! Because I deal with chronic pain 24/7 I use humor to deflect and to get me through each day. Sarcasm just kinda comes naturally.

5.) what is the first thing you notice about people?

Usually their teeth. I read lips cause it helps me focus in on the conversation so I naturally look at the person's mouth. Past that, it's hands. I get freaked out over veins so hands are kinda a thing for me.

6.) what is your eye color?

Super dark brown. Kinda chestnuty cause they have a redish hue to them. I've always had a hard time with people seeing my pupils cause my eyes are so dark.

7.) scary movies or happy endings?

Definitely happy endings. I don't like depressing stories or when the ending is 'too realistic’. I already have enough sad stuff in my life, I don't wanna be bombarded with sad stuff when I'm trying to be entertained.

8.) any special talents?

I can draw and write well. I like to think that I have a talent for articulating my thoughts even under pressure. Not always, but even when I'm mad I still feel like I can form the sentences that I need.

9.) where were you born?

In a little town called Mission Viejo. Been in the surrounding area all my life.

10.) what are your hobbies?

I love collecting crystals, stones, and fossils. I enjoy painting and drawing (outside of work) and writing (also outside of work). I like reading sci-fi and thriller novels. I listen to podcasts like Sawbones and MBMBAM and WTNV. I create playlists for fellow writers or artists. I spend time taking pictures of the local wildlife in the canyon by my house.

11.) have any pets?

I have a miniature dachshund named Twinkie and a Ragdoll cat named Castiel.

12.) how tall are you?

I am 5’4”!

13.) what sports do you play/have you played?

I spent 15 years in karate growing up. Now, I cannot participate because of my back.

14.) favorite school subject?

I always loved English and History. I did well in those classes probably cause it was mostly reading and writing.

15.) dream job?

To work on movies that celebrate diversity and include people who are often cast aside in favor of the same old same old.

I'm gonna taaaaag (no pressure though, it's just fun!) @idiotsavantscapades @soulholders @nmkfl @33heather @handsomejackass @illgiveyoumygavichal

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