#I can't sleep can't eat can't exist happily

[ariesvibe]

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[reignpage]

Hi!! If you have the time- how would the jjk guys react to the reader giving them the silent treatment?

I hope you're having a wonderful day!

Gojo:

Would try to make you laugh at first When that doesn't work and he notices you're just getting more irritated, he'd start bribing you Buys you flowers, handbags, dresses, jewellery you name it If you're still silent, then he'll go deadly serious Would confront you in the dark, sitting on the sofa like he's been waiting for hours 'Is there nothing I can do? Are we done for good? Are you leaving me too?'

Geto:

Gets snarky Two can play that game He's not the calm and patient guy everyone thinks he is He just reacts in subtle ways Makes passive-aggressive comments But eventually will get tired, sighs and just asks you straight up what he did wrong 'Alright, what happened? Let me inside that head of yours.'

Choso:

Keeps asking you what's wrong Gets really sad and depressed Very much kicked puppy vibes Just follows you around everywhere Until you crack 'I didn't know what I did but I'm sorry. Please talk to me? I'm scared'

Toji:

LOL LMFAO ROFL This man would be soooo annoying He'd be smug as hell at first Says shit like 'It's nice to have peace and quiet here' 'You should get mad at me more often ma' BUT eventually realising you're not gonna crack He'll start to get nervous Starts cleaning up after himself Double checks to make sure the trash is out, he hasn't left any dishes in the sink, didn't miss any appointments or anniversaries etc etc Would send Megumi in to get a feel for your mood 'make yourself extra cute kid' 'ask her why she isn't speaking to me. no don't tell her I told you to. whose side are you on?'

Nanami:

Would ask you immediately if there's something wrong Is so mature and healthy it's irritating 'please communicate with me, darling. I can't apologise and fix whatever I ruined if you don't talk to me.' Eventually, he'll give you space But then you'll start feeling really bad because he'll assume that you hate him or something Like, he'll start buying sandwiches to take to work cause he thinks you won't make lunch for him like normal or sleeps on the couch eats dinner and watches shows by himself so you cave first and the smile he gives you is so worth it

Sukuna:

Doesn't notice a thing at first He isn't the type to be clingy, he's not the affectionate one, he mostly returns it So there'll just be a period of silence Until he begins to feel your absence in which case he'll seek you out and then becomes the clingy one 'it is a pleasant day out, would you care to join me for a stroll? gets sooo offended if you don't say anything 'no? would you prefer to stroll with someone else? tell me who and they will be killed. in fact, continue to remain in silence and everyone will be killed.'

Yuji:

Confused :0 asks Nobara for advice 'you're a girl, she's a girl. so tell me what's going on' 'is it the time of the month?' uses loads of different tricks to make you break performs dances and skits gets Gojo involved tries to get Megumi involved (no chance) he's so stupid you just have to cave and explain he's an idiot and he'll nod happily

Megumi:

yeahhhhhh you'll be having a silent off for days and weeks you'll both continue to co-exist in silence it's just not smart

Inumaki:

annoying as hell texts you shit like: 'when she copies you' 'ho is u good?' 'can you be original at least?' when that doesn't work he'll break into your social media or gaming accounts right in front of you and threatens to release a post pretending to be you like 'you know, hitler wasn't that bad' or an ugly picture of you then you'll have to cave and he gets so caught up in the victory, he'll accidentally post it yep, he's a dead man walking

[spideyriki]

sub kitty hybrid jungwon? or just ignore the hybrid part if ur not comfy!

kitty! jungwon hcs

c. warnings: sub!jungwon, cat hybrid jungwon breeding kink, pegging, collars, scent kink

a. note: my first ask! was genuinely so happy to receive this, trust me i'll remember you, anon, for the rest of my life <3 thank you so much! hope you like this n i'll definitely write a proper full length kitty won fic when i have the time :(

nsfw utc

sfw

being in a relationship with kitty jungwon is like having a personal little shadow, jungwon follows you all over the house and he has to nearly always be touching you, even just simple touches like sitting up really close to you as you both are doing work so your thighs are touching or walking near you so your hands grace eachother.

wonie loves head pats. but only from you. the moment he sees you, he's cutely leaning his head towards you expecting a quick pet as a greeting, his cat ears will twitch happily when you do. one time, jay jokingly reached out to pat jungwon's head after seeing you do it, jungwon quickly swatted his hand away and furrowed his eyebrows to feign annoyance.

jungwon is a huge purrer, he can't help but purr whenever he's around you. especially in the morning, when he wakes up next to you. as he nuzzles up into your neck, his loud content purrs filling the silence.

it's in a cat's nature to gift their owners things and it is no different for cat hybrids. jungwon loves bearing you simple little gifts all the time. nearly every week, a bouquet of flowers will be found in your living room as you come home from work or a new plushie placed neatly in your bed. no matter if there's an occasion or not, jungwon loves giving you gifts.

you know how cats like to disturb you as you work, like for example, sitting on your laptop keyboard and stuff. jungwon is just the same! whenever you are working he likes to curl up next to you and cuddle with you, pleading for you to pet him. if you don't acknowledge it, he'll just get up and sit on your lap until you have no choice but to pay attention to him. purring when you run your fingers through his hair and stroke his cat ears.

but like any other cat, kitty jungwon can get pretty grumpy when he is lacking sleep. when he's sleepy jungwon gets cranky and his responses get pretty sassy. although, when he wakes up energised again, he shyly apologises and nudges his head into you, nosing your neck and purring at you as he bats his pretty long eyelashes so you forgive him.

nsfw

jungwon is obsessed with your scent, like he genuinely believes that you have the most beautiful scent on earth. so, he Loves to eat you out. his face burried deep between your legs and your scent surrounding him. the way your thighs circle his head engulfing him in your scent and your hands gently pat his little cat ears. when you cum, covering his face with your juices, he moans in your pussy and always cums untouched himself.

jungwon loves to be collared during sex (and to be honest even when not). he loves the feeling of ownership you have on him, the mere thought of having you own him makes jungwon orgasm so quickly. so, when he's feeling horny, he will bring you his collar and flash his prettiest eyes and you being you, can never deny him, so you secure the pretty pink collar right above his adam's apple making sure it's not pressing on too tight but just enough to send blood rushing to his needy cock. even the simple feeling of your gentle fingers near his throat makes jungwon whimper.

kitty jungwon loves getting pegged. on all fours, his back arched and tight little hole on display for you. you are always so gentle with him, your hands petting his lower back and massaging the base of his tail which leaves him so needy, his hips start moving back against you so you can fuck into him deeper and reach spots he never even knew existed.

jungwon's tail is really sensitive so when you delicately run your hand over his tail, he will moan out so loud and possibly even cum because the feeling of his tail getting toyed with sends the most pleasurable shivers down his spine. his moans turning into adorable little mewls as you stroke his tail through his orgasm.

when i said jungwon is a big purrer, hes a Purrer. when he's really into it, jungwon will accidentally release a few purrs which gradually increases in volume. he can't help it, you treat him so gently and he's just so content to be with you, even during sex and he just loves you so much he can't help but purr when he's with you.

he is pretty possessive over you. so, when you come home from work and smell like other people or even worse, other hybrids, he will be all over you, grinding his hard on against you when he has the chance, groping you here and there to get your attention. before you leave for work, he will scent you to make sure everyone knows you have a kitten waiting for you at home or on days when you have a little more extra time, he will ride your thigh, his hands roaming wherever he reach and he is continuously mouthing at your neck, leaving his scent for other hybrids to smell and hickeys for regular humans to see, making sure everybody knows you are off limits. he loves the thought that you're his, just as much as he's yours. you are his girlfriend and his owner.

jungwon has the biggest breeding kink especially when he's in heat, he will be crying and begging you to allow him to breed you and fill you up to the brim with his cum. he's aware that you can't actually get pregnant but the thought of you being full of his cum makes him dizzy and it drives him to thrust into you and make you feel good so you will reward him by allowing him to cum inside you. "please let me fill you up with my kittens please, i'll be a good boy, please let me make you a mommy", jungwon would whine out to you. and when he pulls out he's so mesmerised at the sight of his thick white cum spilling out of you and down your thighs, he'll lean down and kitten lick you clean.

jungwon is usually a well behaved boy because he loves how gently you treat him but in the occasional moments where he decides to be a brat, he loves when you punish him by attaching a leash to his collar and pulling on it to choke him as you fuck into him from the back. his choked out moans and whimpers only fuel you to go rougher on him until he is crying out and pretty tears are falling over his pink cheeks. his little collar bell jingling from the force of your rough thrusts.

all in all, jungwon is (mostly) your good little kitten and he loves you so much!!

© spideyriki

jungwon is so orange kitty, i love him :')

[mariclerc]

betrayal and rescue | cl16

Summary: your ex betrays you, but luckily your teammate has your back.

Warnings: angst, mentions of domestic abuse, ferrari driver!reader, single mom reader, fluff.

a/n: let me know if you like this!!

Your life as an F1 driver has been a massive roller coaster of emotions, but you don't deny that it has been the best adventure of your life... Being the first female driver in a long time in the category is a pretty big and important title, but no title is as important as being a mother.

In your second season in the category, and while you were racing for Haas, you became a mother in a way... not so pleasant, to say at least, but you will not deny that the love you feel for your little girl is enormous. And the atmosphere of familiarity that exists between the drivers is something very nice, since almost all of them were very attentive to you during your pregnancy, especially the one who would be your future teammate...

You are currently leaving the Ferrari hospitality with your three-year-old Mia, who is very loved by everyone in the paddock, when walking through the paddock you meet George Russell, he started playing with Mia.

“But hi there pretty ladies! Where are you going looking so pretty at night, huh?” he says with a little smile, Mia lets out a giggle.

“Dad! Eat!” Mia says happily.

George chuckled. “Are you going to eat your daddy? That's not very good Mia.”

You shake your head. “Oh, no, no George, her dad is here for the weekend and... well, he thought that the three of us should go out to eat.” you say softly.

“Oh, I hope you're doing well girls! See you tomorrow in qualifying y/n.” says George, saying goodbye with a hug and walking towards the Mercedes hospitality.

You and Mia walk towards the car that the team lent you to go around Melbourne, the truth is that things between you and your partner have not been on better terms, but because he wanted to have dinner with the two of you, you decided to give him a chance to see if he once and for all decides to be a good partner and a good father... But of course you had pretty high expectations and obviously he just kept screwing up more and more every single time...

Now you find yourself with Mia in the hotel room, the two of you had already had dinner but obviously your partner never showed up, you find yourself calling him incessantly while you caress the hair of a more than sleeping Mia, just so he doesn't answer you. A little tired of the situation you decide to check if he posted an update on his social media or something like that, which he did... He posted a photo having dinner with another woman. "What a pleasant surprise" you think.

Just when you thought about calling him back once again, there's a knock on the door. You hesitantly open it to find your partner standing there, looking a little guilty.

“Hey, I'm so sorry about earlier love... There was a lot of traffic and it was...” he said trying to smile.

You interrupt him with trembling voice. “I don't want your empty apology.” you speak up. “I saw you had a very important date with other woman instead of having the dinner you promised with your daughter and girlfriend as you promised.” you say harshly.

He step into the room. “No, no, let me explain...”

“There's nothing to explain! I'm tired of your incompetence as a partner and also as a father. I'm tired of all the damn abuse all this years!” you said raising your voice, which unleashed his fury. “I'm breaking up with you, and this time I won't have any mercy on you.”

He backed you against the wall, grabbing one of your wrists with his hand, his grip is quite strong. “You can't do this you little brat. You and that little shit are mine and only mine!”

“Let go of me!” you scream while struggling to break free.

Your partner's grip tightens once more on your wrist, and you start to cry out and scream for help, begging for someone to listen to you. Suddenly you hear the door of the room beside yours being opened abruptly, Charles, hearing the commotion, has gone out into the hallway, his face filled with concern by the cries that emanate from you.

“What's happening?” says Charles rushing towards you.

“It's none of your business you pretty face.” your partner says a little startled.

“Of course it's my problem, you're hurting her, you idiot.” says Charles protecting you.

Your partner gets angry and furious. “You think you can just...”

Charles pushes your partner back, and he stumbles against the wall. You collapse onto the floor, sobbing, you feel so lost and hopeless.

“Listen to me, you get close to either of them two again and I won't hesitate for a second to hit you, is that clear?” says Charles in a deep voice while looking towards your partner angrily, he nods in fear and slips out of the room like a coward. Then, Charles turns around and kneels beside you. “Are you okay, y/n?”

You nod, barely able to speak. “He... He was going to hurt me.”

He holds your hand tightly. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I don't know, not yet. I just... I can't.” you shake your head while you tremble.

He nodded understandingly. “I know and it's okay if you don't want to talk about it yet, it's a lot to take in. But you and Mia are safe now... I'm here for you.” he said while he pulled you into his arms.

“Thank you Charles, I don't know what I would do if you didn't came in.” you say as you bury your face in his chest.

He smiled and kissed the top of your head. “You're welcome y/n, you're so stronger.”

As you and Charles get up from the floor, Mia stirs awake, you pick her up and hold her close.

“Mommy!” she babbled happily, unaware of the situation.

Charles smiled at her. “She's a lucky girl to have you as her mommy.”

You smile shyly at him and he looks up to smile back. You never thought that the betrayal from your ex-partner and the comfort — or rescue, from your teammate would happen in the same night, maybe it doesn't bother you that Charles is the person who knows about this.

***

The next day you wake up super early to prepare for quali day, you get ready and carefully prepare Mia's bag with her stuff, you approach her bed and start giving her small kisses all over her face.

“It's time to wake up my little sunshine! The sun has already come out to play!” you say in a soft voice, she shifts in bed and babbles.

“Mommy...” she mumbled.

You stroke her hair. “My pretty girl, you have to wake up! Mommy has to go to work and you're going to spend some quality and fun time playing with Joris, you know? Charlie's friend.” you tell her that and she starts to squeeze her eyes and she finally wakes up.

Gently, you pick her up and take her to the bathroom where you bathe her carefully and dress her in a cute butterfly outfit. She smiles when she sees you combing her hair, she is a happy girl and you do what is necessary to give her a good life.

With everything ready, you two go down to the hotel buffet for breakfast, once you two had already chosen breakfast, you both sit at the same table as Charles.

He smiled as he saw the two of you coming towards him. “Good morning ladies, did you sleep well?”

You nodded. “A little bit, Mia woke up a few times, but it was okay.”

Mia smiled. “Hi Charlie!” she said while waving her hand.

He waved his hand. “Hi Mia!” he looked at her. “She's such a little sweetheart.”

You smiled back. “Yeah, she really is.”

As you all sit down and start to eat, you decide to tell Charles the full story of your relationship with your ex-partner, or at least a context of reason why last night's argument between your ex-partner and you happened.

You take a deep breath. “Charles, I... I want to tell you something.”

He looks at you with concern. “Sure, what is it?”

“It's... It's about my ex.” you say a little hesitant.

He nodded. “Go ahead, I'm listening.”

You start to speak, slowly. “Well... we met at a party a few years ago, he was charming and funny, and I was immediately attracted to him, I mean, I think it was more than obvious since that's where Mia came from... Although I think it didn't mean anything to him. We started dating, and everything seemed perfect.”

Charles nodded. “Sounds like a typical love story.”

You smile sadly. “He was charming and flattering at first, sweep me off my feet with compliments and gifts. But it didn't take long for the cracks to show.” you feel your voice trembling. “It was with little things at first - jealous comments if I spoke to other men, accusing me of cheating for no reason... Then the anger started, over smaller and smaller things, like throwing and breaking things during fights.”

Charles reached out, grasping your quivering hand in his steady one. You took comfort in his presence, continuing.

“When I found out that I was pregnant with Mia, at first he seemed happy... But that's when the physical abuse began.” your eyes welled with tears at the painful memories. “Pushing and shoving that left bruises, slapping me hard across the face when I 'talked back.' Kicking and punching me when he'd been drinking.”

A comfortable silence develops between the two of you, Charles was quiet for a moment, anger and sadness evident in his green eyes. After a while Charles decides to speak.

“I can't believe he did those things to you.” he says softly, he holds your hand softly. “You did nothing to deserve that, you and Mia... You both deserve so much better.”

“Me neither, but I thought he was different.” you sighed tiredly.

Charles takes your hand. “It's not your fault, he's the one who made the choice to cheat.” he caressed the back of your hand.

“I know, but still hurts.” you nodded.

Suddenly Mia decides to throw a small piece of watermelon to Charles, he lets out a giggle and puts the piece of watermelon in his mouth while smiling at her.

You giggled. “Oh, Mia, you're such a distraction.”

“Mama! Fruits!” she says while holding a small piece of strawberry in her little hand.

Charles chuckled. “She's a lifesaver.” he said while looking at her.

As you continue to eat and talk, you feel a sense of relief. Sharing your story with Charles has helped you to process your emotions and feel less alone.

His words, and steadfast support, can give you courage and hope that things would only get better from here on.

***

After qualifying, in which you will start 4th in the race, you and Mia were snuggled on the hotel bed watching a kids movie... But her little brow was furrowed in thought.

“Mommy? Where daddy?” she asked softly.

You sighed softly. “Daddy... he did some bad things... He won't be living with us anymore sweetie.”

Her lower lip trembled. “He yelled at mama?” she asked shyly.

Your heart ached at having to explain such adult problems to her. But somehow she deserved the truth.

“Daddy was mean sometimes to mama... But it's not your fault, sweetheart. Mommy and Charles will protect you now, okay?”

She nodded uncertainly just as a knock came, you opened it to find Charles with a little shy smile on his face.

“Hi y/n, just stopping by to see how you're doing?” he says softly.

“Well, everything is fine for now, just that...” you say a little quietly, you glanced back at Mia now distracted by the movie again. “She started asking about her father after last night... And I tried to explain it simply.”

“You did well, I'm sure!” Charles assured you while he cocked his head thoughtfully. “Have you thought more about what you'll do now? Do you have somewhere safe to stay?”

You hadn't thought about that situation, I mean, going back to the shared apartment you had with your ex is not the best idea, because it would mean going back to the same old routine, but you can't stay living in a hotel either...

You sighed heavily. “I've been trying not to think that far, I mean, my family is so far away, and I don't feel comfortable at my apartment anymore because, he would be there too, so...” you say while playing with your trembling hands.

Charles caught you trembling hands in his steady ones. “You don't need to worry about any of that. I want you both to stay with me, for as long as you need.”

You gazed into his kind eyes, feeling tears well up with gratitude. “Charles, are you sure? I don't want to be any trouble...”

He shake his head. “It would put my mind at ease knowing the two of you are protected and safe.” he insisted gently. “Please, let me do this for you... Both of you.”

His heartfelt offer was too much, and you broke down sobbing as he gathered you close to him. In that moment you knew you two had each found the strength and comfort you both desperately needed.

“Oh my... Charles, thank you... I.” you whispered and he smiled softly, he kissed your forehead.

“Don't worry about anything, you two are going to be okay.” he whispered and you nodded.

***

One week later...

After the Australian race weekend, Charles insisted on driving the two of you to his home to settle in. Pulling up the long driveway, you gazed at the spacious house nervously.

“Whoa, this is a little bit bigger than I expected.” you admitted shyly as Charles helped with your bags.

You were able to get all your belongings out of your now old apartment thanks to some friends who helped you recover all of your and Mia's belongings.

He smiled warmly. “I want you both to feel comfortable here, this is your home too now.”

Mia clung shyly to your leg as Charles gave you a home tour: the spacious bedrooms, well-stocked kitchen, and gorgeous backyard took your breath away.

“Mia, look - it's a playroom just for you! Isn't that amazing?” Charles said excitedly, her little face lit up and smiled at the toys and books.

In that moment, the tension eased from your shoulders. This house, and Charles' kindness, offered you two the safe haven you'd desperately sought.

That very first night, Charles cooked you two a decadent welcome meal as you helped Mia adjust to her new surroundings. She warmed up to Charles quickly thanks to his playful, gentle and caring nature.

Over the following days, Charles went out of his way to make you and Mia feel at home - helping decorate Mia's room, taking both of you shopping to refill the pantry, entertaining Mia for hours so you could have a well deserved rest.

His generosity and compassion left you in awe, because, despite of being your teammate, the famous athlete that could have any woman, yet he chose to open his heart and home to a struggling single mother and daughter.

As the few weeks passed, you found yourself smiling and laughing more than you had in years. Mia bloomed under Charles' care, and you felt falling for this beautiful soul who gave you both everything without question or complaint.

One night over a candlelit dinner, Charles took your hand gently and gazed into your eyes. “I know this is so fast, but... my heart is yours, if you want to have it.”

Tears filled your eyes, you smiled and squeezed his hand, for the first time, your future seemed full of hope, happiness, and the love you knew that both of you really deserved.

***

You and Charles had been cautiously exploring a romantic relationship over the past few weeks. And him, being true to his word, he never pressed or rushed you at all, he's happy to take things at whatever pace you desired.

One sunny afternoon, you were reading in the bedroom when laughter and giggles floated in from outside. Stepping onto the balcony, your heart swelled at the sight before you...

Charles lay relaxing on a lounge chair, Mia snuggled contentedly on his chest, he popped slices of strawberry into her smiling mouth between fits of giggles.

“There's ma petite princesse!” Charles cooed, tapping her nose playfully and she beamed up at him, her hazel eyes sparkling. (my little princess)

Mia smiled. “Princess!” she says with her mouth full with strawberries and Charles nodded.

Charles looks up from Mia and looks at you, tilting his head back with a radiant smile.

“Mon coeur, come join us!” he patted the space beside him invitingly. (my heart)

You settled in under his strong arm with a sigh, stealing a grape from the fruit bowl and Charles pressed a tender kiss to your forehead.

Mia babbled happily about the cartoons they'd been watching and Charles listened with rapt attention, praising her vivid and creative imagination.

You gazed between them, heart full to bursting. Here in this perfect little moment, surrounded by the love and acceptance of this wonderful man, you felt yourself starting to heal.

While the circumstances weren't simple or traditional, Charles made your unconventional little family feel like the most natural thing in the world with his unwavering devotion. For the first time in years, you began to let yourself believe that you both deserved all the joy and happiness you found in each other's arms.

[moomoog017]

headcannons ᯓᡣ𐭩 commander wolffe

commander wolffe x gn!reader

Guys this wasn't supposed to be so long... Enjoy!

One of his favorite things to do in private is for you to feel his muscles. Arms, chest, back, whatever it is he adores it. It boosts his ego and makes him feel special. He loves when you dote on how strong he is, it really gets him going. If you're muscular in places he will hype you up and tell you how strong you are. Feeling your muscles and pushing down on them he smirks. "Woah look atchu! So much muscle now (Y/n)!"

When he is in depth in a plan or thought, he comes to you for support and suggestions. When it's battle plans, he likes hearing your thoughts about it and will usually take your advice. He can't help but notice when you drop everything to help him. When it's NOT battle plans he likes to talk about life. He's not a big fan of the past but he will philosophize with you. He's quite the intellectual despite his exterior.

The man is a sucker for you when you take charge of literally anything. He likes it when you challenge his ideas or know something he doesn't. He would never admit it but he likes when you teach him something new. "Give it here, I'll show you." Wolffe rolls his eyes handing over the weapon. "There isn't a weapon I couldn't use." He states as a 'matter of fact. ' You chuckle. "Watch." A smirk crept on your face and you use the weapon with incredible accuracy. Wolffe's eyes widen. A blush is pushed onto his face, "yeah whatever, lucky shot."

Wolffe isn't exactly an empathetic person he's a tough love kinda guy. If you say anything bad about yourself he literally doesn't understand why because when he sees you, you're perfect. He genuinely gets confused and tries to tell you that your statements make no sense and are inaccurate. He will nag you until you think otherwise, if it's a real problem for you he's gonna catch on, he's smart.

If you are forcing yourself to stay awake especially for his sake he will put you to bed. Forcefully if he must. He cares so much and when you're healthy you're happy, that's all he wants for you. He sometimes neglects his health like sleeping for you, he will always provide for you first. He is selfless. "Wolffe! I'm fine." Wolffe sighs, you wanna play? Let's play." His gruff voice and dangerous eyes burning through you. He lunges and grabs you, hoisting you in his arms. Wolffe happily smirks at his victory.

OMFG STRUT YOUR STUFF. HE WILL EAT THAT SHIT UP. He loves when you're confident in yourself it makes him crazy, like bro is barking.

When you're stubborn he's all over you he can't stand it when you challenge him or don't do what you're told he kinda enjoys it but he won't tell you that.

You can't peck him on the lips without him pulling you back and embracing in a passionate kiss, living in war is always risky, one day it's possible he won't come back. He needs to make sure you know he loves you every time him or you leaves.

When you work up a sweat whether just existing or doing something physically he loses it. Just the smell of you makes him wanna grab and make out with you. ESPECIALLY if it's sparing with him.

Wolffe is always grateful when you give him stuff but no matter how expensive or cool it is nothing beats the experiences you guys have together. He will remember those forever and they mean so much to him.

He has developed this habit of grabbing your cheek and pinching it. He doesn't do it hard but it's a way for him to say 'I love you' without saying it in front of the other men. He gets a little embarrassed sometimes, he's got to maintain his tough guy image.

At first he was self conscious about his scar, it brings him bad memories but he always plays it off that he doesn't care but it still haunts him sometimes. When you two were close enough to feel comfortable with touching each other, the first place you felt was his scar. He knew he wasn't 'pretty' but you didn't care. He felt the softness of his scar and he felt something he hadn't in a very long time. Security. But when you kissed his scar all the way down his face, he just about lost it. He felt your care and compassion through your kisses and he never wanted it to stop.

Whenever you're passionate he's passionate. He might not show it very well but the way he looks at you says it all. The slight smirk in his face, like it's going to turn into a smile. The scrunch of his eyes shows you happiness. The same goes for when you're fired up because of something, he LOVES when you speak your mind, get a little cocky or sarcastic.

[seren1tyhaze]

of grocery lists and spilled (oat) milk

PAIRING: mark lee x afab reader

WORD COUNT: 3.2K

SUMMARY: sure, keeping your grocery list in Mark Lee's dms may seem like next level delusional but it can't do any harm, right?

AUTHOR’S NOTE: for my lovely @strwbrysunday who inspired this and for being there always for every step of my delusional writing process <3 In case I don’t pull something together in time, we can count this as a VERY early bday tribute to Markly

WARNINGS: fluff, romantic meet cute, light swearing, rekindling romance, childhood friends to lovers

PLAYLIST: Broken Melodies and Like We Just Met by NCT Dream

Life is but a dream, we got history

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Your alarm is blaring in your ear as your cat licks the tip of your nose, jolting you awake to see hot sun streaming in your bedroom window. How bright the room is has you scrambling for your phone, desperately hoping you hadn’t overslept (again).

Your phone screen confirms the worst as you whip back the covers and slide into fluffy slippers next to your bed, knocking a cup over as you reach for your cat’s food in the kitchen and spilling some of it in the process. She happily purrs against your bare legs before starting to eat slowly out of the small tray and you realize you’re going to have to drink the shitty office coffee since you’re both out of espresso pods and oat milk.

You quickly shower and are out the door in record time, thanking yourself that you hadn’t unpacked your work bag when you had gotten home late the night before. Work has been brutal lately, giving you barely any time in the evenings to yourself and you’ve never been one to wake up early in the morning. You know you have to go to the store today so you plan to try to sneak out a bit early to get your essentials.

Once you’re settled in the train car for your twenty seven minute ride, you work through a couple emails to get a head start on work before turning to your grocery list.

You glance to your side to see if anyone is looking over your shoulder at your phone, knowing the unconventional location of said list would seem questionable to a passerby.

Even you can admit that your delusional habit you had started ages ago was a little strange, but it felt comforting at this point and wasn’t hurting anyone. You opened up your Instagram DMs and tapped into the extremely one sided conversation with a charming, smiley rapper with 11.5M followers who did not know you existed.

Yes, you kept your grocery lists (and other important info you needed to find quickly) in Mark Lee’s DMs. 

It had started as a joke a few years ago when you had finally admitted to your closest friend in the city that you and Mark had gone to summer camp together when you were kids. It had only been for a couple years but you remembered it like it was yesterday. The early morning kayak trips, knocking bare knees around a late night campfire, and how he used to sing you to sleep accompanied by the soft strumming of his guitar from the steps of your cabin. 

You had followed his career ever since, listening to new songs as they were released, watching him on variety shows, and flipping through magazines whenever you saw his stunning face and bold style gracing the covers. You enjoyed seeing the short poems he would post on his stories or read out loud on the rare live he would do after shows.

Your friend had encouraged you to slide into his DMs at the time, purely motivated by her desire to meet his dancer best friend that he was sometimes spotted with at the most exclusive clubs. You had tapped open the message conversation with him and in typing quickly, accidentally pasted your short grocery list into the chat. She had laughed at you and you sent the message anyways, knowing that there was no way he would reply or ever even see it in his message requests.

You had a solid amount of followers for someone who didn’t work in the entertainment industry due to the app you had helped develop rising in popularity in the past few months. You sometimes helped out with filming vlog content for the website or TikToks but mostly kept to yourself and didn’t really have any interest in being internet famous.

Since you had first put your grocery list in Mark’s DMs, you had used the space to put little notes to yourself, including a drunken ramble one night about how 16 Personalities has royally fucked up everyone’s perception of MBTI.

Today, you opened up the message to add in your latest essentials, putting oat milk in all caps since the last few times you went you somehow managed to forget it. You needed food for the week, chicken and veggies, some other basics like mascara and tampons and remembered running low on cat treats.

Sliding your phone back into the front pocket of your bag, you let your eyes flutter shut for the rest of the ride to work, finally feeling the adrenaline of waking up late wear off.

Many hours later you are angrily typing on your computer, finishing up some code review for the development team, eyes flicking repeatedly to the clock in the bottom of your screen.

“I’m sorry you had to stay late, you should head out soon before it starts raining harder,” your coworker messages you, leaning from behind their monitor across the open office space, offering you a small smile.

You send off a couple frustrated emojis before typing up your feedback for the team in an email, feet already sliding into your rain boots you kept under your desk for gloomy days like today.

Checking your watch, you realize you are barely going to make it to the grocery store if you don’t leave now. The only benefit will be that it should be pretty empty this late at night. After a short train ride, you’re pushing a cart through the empty aisles, grabbing what you need and humming lightly to yourself. There are a few fellow late night shoppers milling about alongside the workers stocking the shelves for the next morning.

You grab the last item on your list just as a series of yawns hit you, making your way to the self-checkout area. You are about to scan your first item when you glance down at your cart, noticing you’ve managed to forget the oat milk again.

“Fucking…” you murmur under your breath, dropping your pack of tampons back into the cart and spinning on your heel, heading towards the back of the store to quickly grab the milk.

You’re almost back to your cart when you hit a wet spot on the floor, slipping in a dramatic, banana peel comedy sketch moment, falling hard on your back, managing to catch the back of your head with your hand before it collides with the linoleum floor.

The oat milk cartons in your hands crash to the floor, one of them starting to leak out in a milky puddle next to you.

Suddenly a masked face appears over you, white cloth covering most of his features, dark eyes holding a confused look. You are breathing heavily and blink a couple times to clear your vision.

“Yo…are you okay?” comes a loud and worried voice, holding a hand out in an offer of help.

You feel a little light headed but accept the hand anyways, allowing yourself to sit up and meet the eyes of the young man now crouching next to you on the wet floor.

“Uh yeah…yeah…the floor was we-” your speech is cut off suddenly as he pulls down his mask, shaking dark hair from his eyes and making eye contact with you again.

Kneeling in a puddle of rainwater and oat milk was none other than the man whose DMs you had monopolized for the past few years and the name you had moaned late at night with your hand shoved under your covers. It was the face you had studied countless times in high resolution photos from the airport posted on Twitter, a face that you had memorized down to the prominent mole on his cheek and the curves of his shining white teeth. Mark Lee had just watched you bite it on the floor of the grocery store right before closing.

You can barely keep eye contact with Mark as you stand up, looking down to see damp pants and your shirt rumpled. Embarrassed, you thank him under your breath, reaching down to pick up the milk cartons and tossing them in a nearby trash can. You quickly begin scanning the items from your cart with shaky hands, placing them in your tote bag, hoping to get out of there as soon as possible.

“Did you remember the cat treats?” he asks quietly, pushing the black hood off his head and stepping closer to you, handing you a carton of strawberries from your basket.

You lift up your gaze to meet his, mouth falling open at his question. His eyes are big and kind and he has a shy but warm expression on his face, plump pink lips settling into a pout as he finishes his question.

“You…read those messages? I’m uh…Mark…Lee…Mark Lee. I’m so sorry…” you ramble, brain scrambled and swimming with all other reasons why he could have asked that, praying that he somehow hadn’t been reading your messages all these years.

“How could I not when the cute girl from summer camp kept me informed on every little detail of her life,” he replied, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, smiling bashfully as his fingertips made contact with your now flushed cheek.

“I’m so sorry, Mark, I didn’t think there was any way you would remember me and it just kind of became a habit,” you stuttered out, scanning your last item and reaching for your wallet. You were acutely aware of how close he had gotten and silently hoped your makeup still looked good and that your hair had stayed lightly curled from yesterday’s styling. Every inch of your skin felt like it was on fire and you knew how red your neck had to be getting.

“I got it, but don’t forget the oat milk,” he offers as he scans a carton of the same brand from his own cart before swiping his card on the reader to pay for your groceries. You are once again stunned but tip your head down in a silent thanks.

“But for real, thank you for recommending this brand, it’s the best!” he laughs, scratching the back of his head awkwardly and grabbing your bags for you.

“I can’t believe you remember me,” you say quietly, a grin settling across your face as the two of you walk out of the store. His hand is brushing up against the back of yours as he keeps close to your side, popping open an umbrella to shield you from the light rain that hasn’t quite cleared yet.

“I’ve thought about you a lot over the years, but also know our lives took us in different directions. But I always hoped you were supporting me from a distance,” he replies candidly, tapping into his phone before handing it to you with an open contact card screen.

“Now, can you please give me your number so I can call you and we can go on a real date that doesn’t involve you laying a puddle of milk?”

“Hey, maybe that’s my idea of a perfect first date!” you laugh out, quickly adding yourself as a contact in his phone before handing it back to him. Your heart is pounding as your fingers brush against his, unable to believe that this is happening. You half expect to sit up in your bed any moment, thinking that all the videos you studied about lucid dreaming must have finally paid off.

He chuckles, closing the umbrella as the rain comes to a stop at the most picture perfect moment. The air smelled fresh in the post storm haze, fog settling lightly around you amongst flickering streetlights and the hum of city sounds. He reaches back to pull his hood up, covering dark and piecey short hair, hanging perfectly at the sides of his forehead. Whenever he turns his head, you catch a glimpse of an intricate pattern buzzed into the shorter sides, exposing flashes of his scalp in contrast to his dark hair. 

Your eyes trail down his face and take in his full frame for the first moment since you first encountered him in the store. He’s broader than you had imagined, your height difference the same as when you had known him as a kid, but his arms look strong and tight jeans leaving little to the imagination. His face is bare but immaculate, brows perfectly coiffed and lips plump and moisturized.

He clears his throat lightly at you ogling him and you meet his sparkling eyes again as he sits your bags gently on the ground next to him, placing a tentative hand on your lower back.

“Yes?” you ask teasingly, batting your eyelashes a little for good measure, suddenly feeling confidence bloom within you. He sighs before speaking again and you feel the tension and nervousness between the two of you start to melt away.

“Ever since you sent me those videos on Halloween, I’ve been having to stop myself from sliding into your DMs like some sleazy asshole,” he mutters, voice suddenly lower and strained as his pinky finger brushes up against yours, linking with it and swinging lightly.

You knit your eyebrows together in confusion, trying to think back to what videos he could be talking about. Hazy memories of your drunken night out to multiple bars and house parties start flooding in as you begin to remember what you wore that night. 

Golden fabric and black strappy laces from below your navel up to your neck flash in your mind and you suddenly remember your cheetah costume that was less than safe for work. Those heels went straight in the trash when you got home because while they made your legs look amazing, they gave you the worst blisters of your entire life.

“...I did not send you videos that night,” you start cautiously, placing a hand on his chest to ground yourself. You are trying to force the memories forward but all you can think of is the countless shots you took with your friend and some sloppy make out sessions on the dance floor.

He chuckles, nodding silently and letting his forehead fall towards yours, pressing against yours tenderly. It did bring you comfort but also made your heart skip a beat.

“I am…mortified,” you sigh, blinking up at him from the awkward angle.

“Don’t be, you looked fucking hot,” he breathes out, warm breath minty and fanning out across your lips.

His lips are on yours seconds later, hand sliding down towards your ass and pulling you closer into him. He breaks away from you, inches from your lips, checking your face for any sign of discomfort, only to find lust laden, hooded eyes blinking rapidly.

You surge forward to capture his lips again, bringing your hand up to his neck and digging your nails into the skin there. His tongue presses against your lips eagerly and you give him access instantly, a soft whine buzzing against his mouth. You lose all concept of time and space, forgetting you are standing on the empty downtown streets in front of the market, in the arms of one of the most famous musicians in the world.

You break away first, having to calm your breathing pattern and releasing the material you were gripping on his chest.

He chuckles and slides his hand up your back, massaging your shoulder lightly through your raincoat. He’s so much more gentle and tender than you could have ever imagined and you struggle to maintain eye contact with him.

“I can’t believe all I had to do was buy a carton of oat milk to finally kiss my first crush after all these years,” he laughs out, leaning in to gently nuzzle at your hair.

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“Do you need me to add anything to our grocery list? You know, it’s almost been two years since we started it, I think,” Mark laughed out a little loudly, despite being close to your ear in Taeyong’s crowded apartment.

“Wait, I thought you two just moved in together recently?” Jaemin cackles, taking a long sip of beer. You didn’t realize he was eavesdropping on your conversation, assuming he had been too focused on Jeno’s karaoke performance happening in the center of the room.

You dip your head down, embarrassed by the fact that Mark’s closest friends still didn’t know the full details of your reunion and start of your relationship. You had sworn him to secrecy, telling him he could fill them in on the past camp days and make up some story about how the two of you had met at an art gallery opening.

“Oh Jaem, haven’t you heard of our adorable meet cute?” Mark asks mischievously, nudging your knee with his and dragging his lips over your ear. His eyes tell you everything, just as they always had, just like when you first met.

“Oh do tell,” he gushed, letting his chin drop into his hand with his elbow propped up on his crossed legs. He tapped his cheek with his fingers, wiggling his eyebrows at the two of you.

While you refused to let Mark share the story of years of grocery lists and your fall at the market check out, you did let him share how he asked you to move in with him a few months prior.

On a normal Friday morning you had pulled open the fridge, reaching in without looking, and feeling your hand brush against an unfamiliar piece of paper on the oat milk. 

A watermelon shaped post-it note (that had seemingly been “borrowed” from your desk) was taped to the front of the carton with hurried handwriting in a statement that made your heart flutter.

I hate this distance and I hate singing broken melodies. Move in with me &lt;3

The carton almost slips from your fingers but you manage to catch it and pour some with a shaky hand into your waiting tumbler.

Pulling your phone from your jeans pocket, you lean your back against the counter, petting your cat’s head as she emerges from her favorite spot behind the toaster oven. 

Opening Instagram, you tap into your conversation, adding a to do list in the same format you usually used for your grocery lists.

To Do List: Help my new roommate pick out more comfortable pillows for the bed -.-

Typing bubbles appear almost immediately, and a string of sappy emojis and voice notes start flooding in from Mark.

It’s still surreal to see replies from the message thread that had been one-sided for so long. You still message in Instagram from time to time, finding comfort in the space, despite spending hours on the phone each day and being in almost constant contact via other messaging apps.

A knock at your door pulls your attention and you have to dab your eyes with the back of your hand where tears have pricked up. A couple large boxes are waiting outside your door and you drag them inside before snapping a picture to send to Mark. You had planned a camping trip for later in the summer, looking forward to reliving those muggy summer nights spent chasing fireflies, spending your days reading in a hammock and falling even deeper in love with the boy who first made you feel special all those years ago.

[tassodelmiele]

Noisy little mess

Hi sweetie ⁓

I swear to god i'm dreaming about the future plot lately, and I chukle in my sleep since it's so funny dealing with (stalking) the Task Force even if i shouldn't laugh about the things i'm thinking about and i'm so happy to see you've got the same problem as me.

Send hugs to wherever you are ⁓

DISCLAIMERS: clean from smut, but a lot of ignoring feelings and responsabilities; GhostxReader and his will to pretend she doesn't exist (spoiler, he fails); how-to-not-doing-a-mission-safely; a sprinkle of paternal chat; Task Force being misterious about their Lt.; ghosts scared of gnomes.

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Third part here:

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You don't know how you've managed to come back safely to your room.

What you do know is that, since yesterday, your Lt is nowhere to be found.

Oh, and you've finally got menstruations. Soap is the first one who gets aware of this, welcoming you at the breakfast table with the sweetest:

«Ye're finally bleeding, aren't ye?»

Gaz throws him a bunch of towels before Price manages to save the few left, hiding them under his plate.

You sit next to Johnny. It is so rare to have the Captain at breakfast, and it is even…suspicious. You swallow your oatmeal silently, gazing at Price till he murmurs: «What is it?» that smells like coffee and late night work.

«Mmmnothin'» 

He sighs, finally raising his sight at you.

«Spit it out. What's wrong?» 

«Mmmh…»

He sips his black coffee while exchanging a sight war with you, who're looking at him through the spoonful of chocolate oatmeal, eyes sharpened as a knife. Price leans toward you, willing to win the challenge, when Gaz suddenly asks:

«Have someone seen the Lt? I need to give him a-»

«Speaking of him-» you suddenly burst, breaking the eye contact with Price just to make him sighs for the second times in five minutes. He raises an hand toward your face.

«If you're seeking revenge for your injury-»

«I'm not» you reply almost immediately. «Even if he was a dick»

Price scolds you immediately with a threatening: «language, rookie»

You scroll your shoulders, knowing well you can push yourself so far just 'cause they don't really care about discipline towards each other. At least not at breakfast. 

«He's disappeared. So: either he really is a ghost, and he vanished; or he's hiding from me»

Gaz was about to make a joke on your words, but he suddenly stops, with his fork still stuck on the omelet.

«…what? Why from you?»

«Ye'r not that scary»

«I bet i am»

«Hold on, hold on» 

Price makes his way through the speech, raising his hands to gain silence. Then he looks at you like he's watching a child trying to convince an ice cream he's not about to eat it.

«So that's what it's going on» and murmurs to himself: «that bloody liar…»

You gasp in surprise, just to make some drama, and Johnny follows your move like a Victorian damoiselle. You slam your hands on the table before Price could speak again, or try to run away from his own words, and you suddenly remember about your elbow. Painful moans are choked in your guts as you spit out a too loud:

«Explain»

And Price answer with an abrupt:

«No»

And Johnny puts out his best puppy eyes, leaning on the table toward his Captain:

«Please! We need to know!»

«We?» John looks at him like he's surrounded by chatty widows. «Why in the bloody hell would you like to know somethin' you're not even involved in?»

«At this point 's a matter of principle»

«A what?»

«We're a team, secrets can't tear us apart»

«That's not a secret»

«Than speak»

«Is it about the fact that Ghost is either tryna kill or getting acquainted with her?»

Three pairs of eyes suddenly glare toward Gaz, who once again freezes with his fork balanced toward his mouth. He smiles nervously.

«…am I allowed to feel in danger?»

Johnny answer with a too sudden: «yes»

Price takes out a cigar with nonchalance, pointing it at Garryk « So you've noticed. At least one brain in my team is not totally burnt»

«Waitwaitwait» you bring back to you the attention, raising an hand to take the floor. «Is he really scared of me? That's why I haven't seen him around in 24 hours?»

«He told me he needed to figure something out 'cause of a problem you've made». Price gives you a look. «I've thought of talking to you about it, but… I'm not blind, rookie. And now that you've speak about him fearing you…i kinda understand what it's passing through his mind»

Gaz nods in agreement. Johnny takes his time to think about it, and after ten seconds of the other two staring at him he eventually realizes something.

Something that you're not getting.

Your eyes jump on their faces with the urge of the only gamer in the team who doesn't know how to cheat. Your fingers dig deeper in the cuticles as you see the three men stand up and make their way out of the dining hall.

«Hey! You can't leave with the secret all to yourself!»

«Sorry kid»

Price pat your head before waving at you, leaving you with what's left of your oatmeal and a few, terse words:

«If he'll feels like it, he'll tell you»

He stops. He suddenly turns serious.

«Do you think you're ready to show us how reliable you are?»

You falter, mumbling: «…yeah…?»

«Good. I've got a work for you, rookie»

Documents are on his desk. Not just any pile of paper: the pile of paper, the intel they were waiting for, the information they've searched for for almost three months.

Ghost is reading the sheets again and again. Yeah, there's no doubt: it's what they've needed, and it is there, on his desk, spawned out of nowhere when he was away for a…mission. Let's call it a mission.

He should be pleased. Happy to say the least, since this kinda intel's like food from heaven for the task force.

But he's…kinda lost in his thoughts. Almost annoyed. 

«Who in the bloody hell…» he murmurs as he takes a look at the sheets, not even realizing that someone else has entered the room. 

«your fav rookie» 

Price's voice makes him fall from his thought's tree. Ghost glares at him through the mask, inspecting his Cap who's clinging on the door frame with a lot of nonchalance, arms crossed and an amused smile on his face. 

«…ya'r not meaning-»

«I am»

«Mh»

«surprised? She did an hell of a job, in a good way» he comes in, shutting the door. «She's a good one»

«yeah…»

«That's all you've got?»

Ghost almost stops to breath; his gaze at Price's like laser beam, and he has to collect enough air to blow out a stern:

«Do ya need something else? 'Ve got work to do»

And Price waste no time to smile back a:

«Old demons eat your tongue?»

To what Ghost' s answer's a growl: «mh»

Price shakes his shoulders, approaching the door to go out. «Just an impression of mine»

Ghost's voice stops him at the door knob: 

«Ya'r wrong»

«Mmm, yeah? About what?»

«Stop thinking about it, i know you are»

«Tell me what to think then»

«She's not like that»

«Oh, so there is a "she" in your brain»

«Don't read into it»

«You know what's fun?» the Captain comes back, taking a seat in front of Ghost, pointing at him with his judgmental finger «You're dealing with her like she's blackmailing you, or something. Nervous smiles, stupid revenges…»

«Bullshits»

«'S that so? And how do ya call the little problem during training session?»

«A problem. That's all»

«Ghost-»

«No»

He stands, turning his back at the Captain. And that, for him, was the end of the chat. 

But not for Price.

«Is not a shame falling for someone»

And the Lt. gives him the coldest glare, jerking his sight at his Cap.

«I'm not» he spit with a harsh voice.

Price doesn't move. He checks his pocket, taking his first cigar of the day just to put it through his lips and chewing the tip lightly, eyes glued to Ghost's. The Cap. nods.

«Good to know» he murmurs. 

That was the end of the story. Or at least Ghost has hoped so.

Three days later, he can't help but walk through the base with his eyes fixed on every rookie who stands in his way. He had searched the dining room every morning, checked the training field, the goddamn gym in the evening, even waited for a few minutes every time he passed by her room.

Nothing.

None.

No sign of aggressive gnomes around. 

Ghost sips his black coffee in complete silence, glaring at everyone for no apparent reason. He needed to end that odd feeling, those annoying jumps of adrenaline, the bad sensation that something hostile was growing within his stern, cold behavior, breaking it from the inside, scratching away the metal wrap he had built to better control every inch of himself.

And he needed to have her in front of him, speaking out loud the reasons why she was eating his insides like a virus, and asking her, gently or not, to try her best and pretend the two of them do not know each other. 

Feeling things for others, either bad or good…it wasn't for him. 

«Bloody little idiot…»

«Hope ye'r not talking 'bout me»

Ghost's gaze raises as Johnny joins his solitary coffee-sipping ritual. He put his mug on the table, spreading around chocolate aroma.

The Lt. recognizes it immediately: «That's her goddamn pudding»

«I'm addicted»

Breakfast brings back silent eating and mumbling on caffeine. Soap devours his oatmeal, waiting. 

'Cause he knows he just has to wait.

It takes Ghost just one minute and a half to burst out a pretended unselfish:

«Maybe she has eaten that much chocolate that she's become one bar»

«Mh?»

«She's nowhere to be found in person, it seems»

«Are ye searching for her?»

«'Cause of the intel she'd collected» he rushes a justification that Soap doesn't really buy. Johnny almost absorbs his last spoonful, chewing out words mixed with chocolate:

«Price's sent her on a mission. Confidential» he adds. «Dunno 'bout details»

Oh.

That was unexpected; so unexpected that Ghost bites his tongue after rushing out a too fast:

«When?»

The spoon falls in the mug with a metal tingle; Soap's side eyes reach Ghost.

«…are ye worried?»

«No» he bursts. 

«Well, we are. Me and Gaz»

That doesn't sound like a lie, and Simon has to lower his shield made of pretending-not-to-think-about-her stuff. Soap keeps on, his eyes wandering around the crowded room:

«Maybe Price's overestimated her skills, dunno…or maybe she's just not ready. 'S strange not having news after three days»

«You two do like her»

Soap sighs, shaking away from his shoulders the morning stiffness.

«She's a good one. She's fun. But she's not so skilled on the field»

«You don't get worried about every rookie's first time. Sooner or later they'll have to be kicked out of the nest»

«If the one that's been kicked out 's ma fav sparrow chick, at least i hope that it'll fall on something soft»

«She's no chick, and not my fav» he rushes again, eagerly to end the conversation and get the fuck out of there. He stands, with a chuckling Soap next to him, who knows his Lt. too well and knows he just has to wait a little more, to give him time to elaborate his thoughts in a more sensible way.

Ghost's first impulse is always imposing himself as a threatening and leading figure. It's an habit. 

But this time he doesn't have time to retry his answer.

A worried Gaz appears in the dining room, rushing toward them in some sort of urgency. 

«You two» he breathes out, clinging on the table while regaining some air in his lungs «Do you want the good news, or the it-could-be-better news?»

«Were ye runnin' a bloody marathon at the fucking six in the morning?» 

«Good new» Ghost answer, still holding his empty coffee mug. «Always good news first»

Gaz gazes at them, elaborating his words as best as he could: «…do ya remember the no-one's-going-to-do-that-mission topic in our last meeting?»

«That sort of suicidal duty 'bout sneaking alone in a mafia boss dirty party?»

Gaz nods. «That one»

«With none to cover your arse?»

«Yeah»

«That one Laswell was tryna to figure out so bad 'cause the goddamn boss had valuable infos 'bout big weapons traffic?»

«Aha»

«But none was that stupid to try it?»

«Soap». Ghost stops his Sergeant's stream of thoughts with a glare through the balaclava. «Cut it. What's the bloody good news 'bout it Garryk?»

«Mission's been accomplished» he spits, with neither a smile nor optimism, and a strange, worried look. Soap's eyes get wider.

«Are ye fucking kidding? Who's the idiot who tried it in the first place?»

Gaz sighs.

«'S our idiot»

It takes a bunch of seconds to link the description with a face, but your silly little smile rushes through their brain almost immediately. Soap stands up so fast the chair almost falls.

«WHAT-»

«The other news » Ghost's harsh voice talks over him, with a hint of hurriness, an almost audible tip of concern that he swallows.

And Gaz wastes no time:

«Now she can drain pasta with her arm»

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[all-pacas]

bg3 characters ranked by how awful i think they'd be to live with

HALSIN: Incredible. Helps out around the house, brings up any concerns in a helpful way, gardens, rescues animals. Probably not always the best at "general communication." Like he'll just go out for groceries, runs into someone he knows, they're on their way to a meeting about cleaning up a recent oil spill, of course he'd love to tag along, and then it's been four hours and you're still waiting for him to come home with eggs?

JAHEIRA: Takes care of things, Very Much expects you to do the same and will not tolerate laziness. Doesn't think to fill you in on every aspect of her life, and doesn't expect that from you. Absolutely not clingy. A surprisingly soft touch. She will come home with a new pet or child and not take no for an answer. In fact, she'll be pissed as hell with you if you suggest you can't foster a new kid.

WYLL: Considerate, good natured, great as a roommate or as a partner. I get the vibe he'd be a little scattered, though. Like, he's not always gonna be 100% up to date on the chores, he leaves his laundry to pile up. He's an okay but not fantastic cook. He's definitely accidentally ruined a pan or two. Doesn't want to "bother" you if he's in a bad mood or troubled or upset, but probably also isn't as subtle as he thinks he is, leading to some stomping around and "I said I am FINE" annoyances, but he always gets over himself sooner rather than later. Always wants to Engage: you can't just both be sitting and doing your own thing; he wants to talk and check in.

SHADOWHEART: Absolutely Competent. Takes care of her shit and assumes you will take care of yours. Is probably the type to wash her dishes and leave yours to rot. Is capable of great passive-aggressiveness. That said, is friendly and perfectly cool with existing independently. Likes cuddling on the sofa, but only sometimes or for a little while.

KARLACH: Enthusiastic but messy. She does not keep on top of things. She cannot cook. Gives everything 120%, overwaters all the plants into oblivion. Most likely to sleep on a mattress on the floor instead of buying a bedframe. Almost always in a good mood; the times she isn't she gets over it fast. A little clingy. Has trouble letting you read or watch TV in peace, she always wants to chat or hang or sing to herself. No quiet in this house.

GALE: On the one hand, a fantastic cook. He will make sure you are always well fed. He can entertain himself, and is perfectly happy to be left alone with his books. On the other hand, every meal probably uses half the bowls and pots and pans in the house, and he does not clean. Piles of Stuff everywhere. Will go on research binges and forget the world exists. Is always super considerate and happy to pitch in, but you WILL need to remind him. Every single time. He's both wonderful and super annoying to live with.

LAE'ZEL: Bossy. Wants things just so, and you WILL do what she says. No compromises, no debate. Her standards are pretty reasonable (although she does seem like she's probably a clean freak), it's just that you have no say in it. Not a good cook. Big on Health Food/Food is Fuel.

MINSC: You're gonna parent this man. He is always good humored and cheerful and eager, but you are gonna have to remind him what to do constantly. Probably surprisingly diligent about one thing. Like he ALWAYS does laundry daily and perfectly, something like that. But putting it away? Cooking? Cleaning? Whomst?

ASTARION: Fully expects you are going to clean and tend house for him. Doesn't eat food and doesn't see the point in buying or preparing it. Has exacting standards he will not at all help maintain. Feels that the pleasure of his companionship is more than enough reward for your services. Will probably happily buy you clothes and keep you well dressed, but his tastes are incredibly gaudy so is that really a win?

[meadowdaydreams]

My dad sent me a text saying he was very worried about my physical and mental health... WHAT? I had to reread it because I couldn't believe it was about me. I was always the one who was okay and had it all together no matter what. How could I allow a man to hurt me this much? My whole family has commented on my weightloss too.... I cant help it if I'm scared to eat now because my waist isn't as small as the girls he looks at. I'm also scared not to eat because then my bum will get even flatter. But I don't have an appetite anymore and I don't have time between working 6 days a week and spending time with my son and having daily mental breakdowns and doing butt workouts. 😭 yall... im so exhausted! I wish I could stop caring about what my husband thinks. I wish he loved me. I wish I was a stay at home mom so I wouldn't cry at work because I miss my baby and have to rush so much in hopes of getting to spend at least 2 hours of time with him before he goes to sleep. I wish he had a mom that he didn't have to see crying a lot. I wish his mom was stronger. I wish my husband would help me carry this yoke we share and I wouldn't be crushed under this weight. I wish that that sweet, loving young lady that used to run this blog had found a man that would truly love her like she loved him and they'd live happily ever after. Does that girl even exist anymore? How did this all even happen? How could someone hurt her this deeply? How did he break her when she was once rooted so deeply in God? Was her faith not strong enough? I don't understand. Why does it keep hurting and how do i keep going knowing I'll always bear this pain? Other older women in my shoes tell me it softens in time but what kind of hope is that? This pain will still be there! I need a time machine! 😭 I have been raped of my heart, mind, life, everything. How could he do this to me when I would've done anything for him? Almost two years later and I still can't process it.

[kaycapo]

casually creates a writing series I wrote for the sticks and sending specifically to you

(this is also me practicing my writing, I hope you don’t mind me sending you this stuff)

“Hey Purple!” Red sprouted happily.

Ever since Green had Purple join the color gang, everything seemed to be going so much better for everyone.

Purple didn’t seem as energetic as everyone else in the color gang, but still, Purple was more energetic than Second. But Purple couldn’t be as tired as Second, because the color gang had so much to show them.

At the time, Purple was just waking up from sleeping, and waved at Red.

Blue, who had already been up for hours, shoved a plate of Minecraft lasagna (which exists now) into Purple’s hands, encouraging them to eat. But Purple shoved the plate away.

“Come on Purple, you haven’t ate in a while.” Yellow said in concern, sitting at the table eating his food. “Yeah!” Red butted in. “You haven’t eaten in 3 days so far! What’s up with you?”

Purple was fine the week after saving Minecraft, but now, they didn’t feel like eating? They were almost as tired as Second. Purple wasn’t that tired that first week.

Purple didn’t respond, but instead just stared down at his plate. Purple had, surprisingly, not felt hungry for those 3 days at all. Purple just got back up to leave. Yellow whispered something to Red and Blue in concern.

Oh no, what's going on with purple? 😦 come on, you can't keep me waiting I have to know! 😔

(I don't mind you sending me this stuff at all, I encourage it ^^)

[anulithots]

"I love you!"

Thank you @awleeofficial for the tag!

Just doing the Land of the Fallen Fairies characters <3 (And I am weak for characters saying they love each other without saying they love each other so thank you for tagging me in this!)

Kamari:

"I love you!"

"You're so sweet. I can see why the others like you."

"Do you need a hug, little one?"

"How about we watch the sunset together before we leave. Does that sound nice?"

"Can we be the exception?"

"What if - and I mean this with utmost sincerity - I don't go back to being the High Protector and I just shower you with compliments until I die?"

"Why would I need to be 'practical' when you're so good with everything?" (Kamari for "Don't leave me ever")

Always asks things like 'okay?' or 'right?', especially to Anuli because Anuli tends to zone off.

Has a song for everyone fae loves. Anuli knows this as Kamari's lullaby. Ankh knows this as faer favorite song. (They both can't remember how their song goes without Kamari around).

Goes along with Anuli's fantasies as if they were perfectly normal and logical discussions. (this would need a longer scene hence why I'm not writing it)

"Don't make me choose. I can't." (Kamari when referring to how Ankh thinks Anuli would be better off dead.)

Ankh: "You have the self-care abilities of a rock." *Brandishes flowers and plants* "These should fix that. As long as you don't act dumb and DON'T EAT TOO MUCH - I'm talking to you Kamari - then the cut you've been neglecting should heal within a moon."

Also:

"It's not your fault. You weren't there. How could your presence affect the outcome?" *Ankh thinks that should solve any overpowering emotions, because ~logic~*

always makes sure to address Kamari by faer name whenever possible

"If the system killed you, I'd destroy in your name" (Ankh for "nothing will hurt you")

"You should listen to the birds seven times before the sun sets. It does not fix things. But it helps."

"Stop being an idiot and go to sleep."

The reason Ankh wants Anuli to die is because fae thinks that Anuli's survival is dangerous to Kamari's future. (tree-less dryad and such and such.)

Anuli: "The characters don't die! I promise! The story ends happily and there's no conflict whatsoever!" (Anuli for "don't leave, I'm trying to make you happy.")

Imagines a whole fantasy world in which fae can stay with Kamari forever

distances faerself from Kamari because fae agrees with Ankh

The definition of Happy Ending to Anuli is "Kamari".

Constantly cuddling. (Kamari didn't know fae was touch-starved until fae met Anuli.)

Honestly this is especially hard to write for Anuli, because faer best way of caring for others is to tell them stories and physical touch. Fae doesn't really know how to help any other way. (And that's part of the problem :)

And as usual I overdid this. /pos Thanks for the tag!

Gently tagging: @mylee-sketches @holdmyteaplease @the-stray-storyteller @fenatics @emabatis @imslowlydisintegrating @osbob-the-existent

I'd like to know how you're characters would say:

"Don't blame yourself"

[justsomecookie]

I'm writing a story, but before I publish it I wanna see what you guys think, tell me how it looks please :3

TWs: Death, reanimation, identity issues, [I'm not good at listing TWs sorry]

Living Corpse

I Got Better.

Light. Darkness. Pain. Sleep. I'm trying to remember what just happened, but it's blurry right now. Where am I? I close my eyes again and try to recall the last thing I remember.

Car. I was sitting in the car, we were driving somewhere. I was messaging my boyfriend, or playing games I think. My mom was driving, but we didn't have anything to talk about.

I remember thinking about myself. Who I was. Do I remember who I am? Of course I do. I'm Alex. I'm 15 and happily taken, temporarily long distance. I'm genderfluid and gay, I have friends.

There was something else that I remember... A crash? Broken glass? It feels so blurry, I think... I think I’d rather not think about it right now.

I open my eyes again. Dim LED lights. White walls, maybe a bit dirty. 10 beds. I'm on one of them. People are on the others, covered with blankets like they're...

I wasn't always this pale.

3 years later

"Morning, mom," I greet. My mom's not a terrible person, she cares about her children a lot. She's also hurt us a lot, and I've tried forgiving her, but if she's not willing to accept she's done something wrong then I don't think I can.

"Good morning, Alex," she replied. "I didn't think I'd see you up again so early. It's not even 12 yet, haha."

"Well I actually went to bed on time, I slept like a... like a baby." What's wrong with me? It's been years, yet I still... 'I slept like a corpse.

I'm not 100% sure if I still need to eat, but I do anyways. Honestly, I'm scared of... myself. It'll be fine if I pretend everything's the same though, I don't even need to tell my friends.

I'll heat up some pizza rolls, counting by threes to make sure I have 12 on there, like it says to have on the package. Three, three, three, three.

I'm not sure how to describe it, but everything's off. As if it's dull, yet full flavor. All my senses are like that, and it doesn't make sense. I eat anyways.

I tug on my hoodie strings. Today's going to be one of those days I suppose. I don't know what I'm supposed to do with my life. I feel unable to move on, unable to continue.

I'm not going to dump it all on my boyfriend, I feel like my family wants to cover it up, and my friends don't need to know. And my... 'condition...' is so rare it's impossible to find anyone else to relate too.

All I can think of to do right now is watch my comfort Let's Player. His videos are different. They're not over the top, exaggerated, faked, and they're really comfortable. And he's showed me the best horror I've seen.

Like him, it's not over the top, not even "this scary monster is coming after you." It's a mod of a popular building game. It changes the things you build, it builds its own things, it sometimes shows up and scares you, but it doesn't rely on cheap jumpscares, it relies on driving you insane.

Sometimes, insanity is very difficult to imagine. Other times, I wonder how similiar it is to a 'normal' mind.

-----

As I lie awake at night, my thoughts wander aimlessly. I think about everything that's changed since then. I don't dream. I'm not sure if I need to eat or sleep, or if I even age. My hair is lighter but it's dyed anyways. I'm pale and cold. I have scars and markings from broken glass impaling my stomach, from my legs being crushed under a dislodged car seat. I can't feel pain down there but I can anywhere else.

Some nights, I'm so cold. I feel so alone. So empty. Nobody else, not a single soul, knows what it's like to live on the veil of life and death. Not quite dead, not quite living, but for sure I'm still existing.

Can I ever cross the barrier? To either side, I barely care anymore. Maybe I'll start poetry. What's good symbolism for death? I feel like a skull would be too on-the-nose, maybe a raven?

I drift off to sleep.

-----

The raven calls my name

The one I taught it to speak

Yet I don't respond

I'm far too weak

[ficreadergirl]

Welcome to my Sweetheart

Ep3

You woke up early the next morning. You stretched out your arms and yawned loudly, allowing your joints to release. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and climbed out of bed. As you made your way to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of coffee you noticed that the clock on the microwave was telling you it was only 6:00 am. "Just 6 am? Why did I wake up this early?" you wondered aloud. As soon as you'd sat down on your favourite bar stool, your cat padded inside the kitchen. She meowed at you and jumped on top of your legs. You scratched her soft fur behind her ears and smiled. As she purred, you took a sip of your coffee. It tasted wonderful.

"Morning baby." you cooed as you placed her empty food bowl on the floor next to your stool. She mewled happily and quickly finished eating before jumping up on the counter and resting her chin on her paws. You giggled as you watched her closely, admiring every single little detail about her. You remembered how happy you were when you first met her at the shelter. Dick was the one encouraged you to adopt her. Now thinking about it Dick almost always brought joy to your life. Not only was he beautiful and sexy but also incredibly caring and thoughtful. Just as you were about to say goodbye to your pet, you heard someone knocking on the door.

"One second!" you called, taking a final sip of your coffee before heading to open the door.

"Good morning Y/n." Dick greeted.

"Good morning to you too." you replied. "What brings you by so early?" you asked with a curious look on your face as you stepped aside to let him in.

"I have great news for you. Guess who's coming to Bludhaven?" he asked excitedly, grinning widely. His eyes sparkled.

"Who?" you asked curiously.

"Babs is gonna visit us next week!" he announced.

"Barbara coming here? Omg!" you exclaimed excitedly. "When was the last time we saw her?"

"Well... I was kind of working with her in Gotham. But you probably never saw her after you moved in here." he explained sheepishly.

"Shit! Is she angry at me?" you questioned worriedly.

"Let's hope she's not." he said chuckling.

"Dick!" you groaned.

"Oh come on, it's no big deal. Let's just relax and enjoy the fact that we'll have so much fun together." he continued with his stupid grin plastered all over his handsome face.

"Fine... by the way chief texted me last night. He says-" you started.

"Wait! Chief? He texted you middle of the night?" Dick interrupted you.

"Uhm... yes." you responded.

"He shouldn't have done that!" he protested.

"I know but-" you tried explaining.

"No buts. He can't text or call you or any of the officers out of hours." he said, sounding annoyed.

"I know that already genius. But it is the Bludhaven and this rule unfortunately doesn't exist here." you said as you shrugged. You turned your attention away from him, focusing on your cat instead.

"Hey Gloria. How is it going huh?" Dick asked stroking her cheek. She purred and rubbed her head against his palm.

"Stay away from my cat! Stop stealing her attention from me!" you yelled at him playfully. He chuckled.

"Sorry Y/n but she made her choice." he joked and winked at you.

"Yeah. Right." you replied and rolled your eyes. "Do you want anything to eat?" you asked him.

"No thanks. I was actually gonna take you to a place nearby. Breakfast place. Very good waffles." he suggested enthusiastically.

"Waffles sound awesome!" you exclaimed excitedly.

"Who's taking care of Gloria when you're not around by the way?" he asked suddenly.

"I have a flatmate. She takes care of her when I'm not around." you replied.

"So you don't live alone?" Dick asked surprised.

"No. Why are you surprised?" you asked him curiously.

"I didn't surprised." he lied. "It's just... well... I thought you live alone. That's all." he said with a shrug. He turned away from you, hiding his embarrassed expression.

"Whatever. I'm gonna get ready. You can get yourself coffee." you told him and started walking towards your bedroom.

Other eps

[renalex]

Saw a post on here that was full of so much disdain for dogs that i nearly unfollowed the mutual that posted it.

The comments were such a mess of things i've heard many times. And because the comments were universally negative the op proclaimed that they were clearly the silent majority.

Leave your dog at home (people are allergic and phobic). Don't take them to parks (they make them unclean for children) Just the usual dogs are disgusting and untrained and dangerous kinda stuff.

Those are well and good and true and also opinions that people have so that's fair. But one thing that I saw a lot of and have heard many times from people I consider dear friends I just find so confusing. The notion that "it's cruel for people who live in cities to own dogs because apartments are small and there are no yards" The comment that got under my skin sated that we shouldn't even allow people in cities to own dogs.

So I'm fully bias on this right. I live in Toronto and I have a dog. In fact, I live in a studio/bachelor apartment with my medium sized dog perfectly happily. I've had dear friends look me in the eye and tell me that apartment living for dogs is bad for them. "I could never have a dog in a bachelor! There's no space!" I don't know how to explain, without seeming defensive, that dogs can be abused and neglected anywhere regardless of the existence of a yard or not. Growing up in rural Canada, where people have loads of property, it was not uncommon for me to see people have their dogs tied up outside all year long. My family had indoor dogs my entire childhood who only had outside access to a small fenced in part of our yard. The world of most of our pets is incredibly small. What matters is how loved they are and the amount of care you give them.

I do realize what they're saying to me is that they could never have a dog in the city and that is good. If you feel like you couldn't provide a good environment for a dog I think it's good that you not have one in that case. A very responsible decision indeed. But I do have to consciously make the effort to not take it as a judgment. Because stating that apartment living for dogs is cruelty sure feels like a judgment at times. To me it seems cruel to leave a dog in a shelter when I have the space in my heart and life to have one. I've always had dogs. I love having dogs. Dogs make more sense to me than people. Are there bad, neglectful owners out there? of course. But dogs existing in cities do not have it worse off than dogs existing in the country.

My dog lives happily in my small apartment with me. Even though I don't even have space for seating I have multiple beds for him and many toys. He eats breakfast and dinner with plenty of treats in between. The first thing I do when I wake up and the last thing I do before bed is walk him. He gets 4-5 long walks a day where he gets to sniff everything he wants. because we live in a city he has many many different dog friends he gets to say hi to and play with. Then at night he has his own little blanket at the end of my bed he gets to curl up on and sleep. He goes with me on transit and sits under my seat. He gets to come with me to some of my friends' places when I go. And when he can't join me he gets to stay at home and he does well by himself even though he has separation anxiety. I think he's got it pretty good.

Would I like to take him literally everywhere with me? sure. Do I? no. There are places he shouldn't be and that's ok.

Most importantly he has been there with me unconditionally. Through some legit awful times. Through people treating me badly. And he has nothing but love for me even though I'm not perfect. I would do anything to make sure he lives the best life I can give him because that's my responsibility. he gives me so much it's the least I can

I don't know man. I guess seeing such blatant dog hate on my dash got me in a mood but dogs are good. Dogs are happy so long as you're doing your best by them.

Some pics of the best boy

[lostonehero]

Here's some more

Heads up Meili came back with Ingo

Meili is a trans man and will fight anyone who tries to say he isn't a man

Emmet sighs he can't lay down anymore. He uses his tendrils to pick up Volo as he quietly steps out. He smiles at Lisa's sleeping and heads to the tree.

He jumps up and starts sping pull-ups on the branch to clear his head, but quickly, he realizes he isn't alone at this crack of dawn.

Besides using a sleeping Volo as a weight as he does pull ups.

A man who shares his face is doing push-ups with his drilber on his back.

They stare at each other and then break the silence with a laugh.

"We never did stray far from sharing our habits?" Emmet smiles.

"Of course not. However, I couldn't pull my partner out to use him as a weight he doesn't want to uh strain himself." Ingo hums.

"Well, let's stay on track."

They leave a lot unsaid

Volo is still asleep when Meili walks out he is obviously pregnant he is crossing his arms annoyed. "How many times do I have to tell you Ingo to not leave me alone in bed?"

Ingo rubs the back of his head and sighs. "I didn't want to wake you." He knew these were the wrong words immediately .

"Hi, i am Emmet." Emmet stepped in between them, holding his hand out.

Meili pauses. "Ah, right.. I am the great Melli, and... "He sighs as his stomach rumbles. "My apologies."

Emmet shakes his head. "I'm sure I can cook you something up, and it will wake up my partner on my back." He points to Volo drooling on his shoulder.

Meili raises his brow to Ingo, who shrugs. He hasn't figured out like Meili that the man on Emmet's back is Volo. "I can cook for myself. I merely am eating for two extras, and your distraction won't save your brother." He smirks. "He's still in trouble, but I wouldn't mind an exchange of childhood stories for my forgiveness."

Emmet nods. "Of course I will happily tell you some just got to head to old stations."

......

The patterning of footsteps towards the smell of breakfast fill the air as they are suddenly stopped.

"Piper and Axel, you have to wash your hands before you come into the kitchen to eat." Emmet smiles, directing them to the bathroom to show them what to do.

They return. "Now go take your seats, and don't stare."

"But that man looks just like you." Piper huffs.

"And dad didn't let us ask any questions." Axel adds.

"Your dad didn't want you scaring the poor man." Volo yawns leaning back in his chair. "People of the past don't take too kindly to two kids covered in blood and guts."

The twins huff and sit next to each other.

Emmet smiles, sitting next to Ingo, trying very hard not to eat with his hands or tendrils.

Ingo gives the twins both a player of food they look at it curiously. "It's not going to bite you."

"Loud." Piper hums.

"Frown." Axel nods.

Ingo sighs and heads back to his seat.

Volo gives a stern look. "Girls, I told you to be nice to Emmet's twin."

The twins just poke at their food.

Volo sighs. "Sorry about them, they are normally better behaved."

Meili chuckles. "Didn't think you would have kids Volo."

Volo raises his brow and then sighs, recalling something. "They aren't mine. They were abandoned newborns. I just happened to find them." He smiles. "Granted, I did have kids of my own a few times, but I dunno it's been a while, I guess. How far along are you, Meili?"

Meili pauses, taking a sip of his drink. "I'm due in a fortnight, hopefully."

The twins stare at Meili, then get up, and Volo jumps out of his chair, grabbing each by the ear. "Absolutely not. He is not in danger, and he will not leave them. Are we in the wasteland."

"No..." the twins respond together.

"Is there a recruiter nearby?"

"No"

"Good now, go eat your breakfast." Volo sighs. "Sorry, sorry, in the future, expecting people are exactly the safest. The twins get a little protective, which is fine if we were there, but here, hospitals exist, and nobody is poaching newborns to grow a settlement or a cult." He frowns seeing Melli's concern face. "No, I didn't steal them they were left to die because they didn't fit the settlement standards."

"Not why I'm concerned." Meili rubs his temples. "What happened to cause that? Ingo refused to tell me what you told them."

"It's a long story..... but uh think..." He pauses. "Think diamond and pearl clan conflict, but it devastated the region, and small groups had to rebuild with nothing. Like.that but kind of worse."

Meili stops and nods. "You will tell me the full details, but that is good enough for now." He doesn't fully trust Volo, but he knows he would never take that conflict lightly he knows Volo's own home along with most of his people was destroyed in the conflict. He also can see how protective he is of his girls, which makes him feel better.

Ingo grabs Melli's hand from under the table, as to say I'm here and I will explain.

[the-mxster]

Tensimm + Donna incorrect quotes (Pt 5)

Pt1 Pt4

Doctor: What are you up to?

Master: Boiling eggs

Donna: Those are ping pong balls

Master: Im not sure, it just feel like I’m living in the past.

Doctor: Awh :(

Donna: We literally traveled back in time

Master: *laying on the floor, covered in blood*

Donna: Omg what happened to them?

Doctor: They got run over by a car again

Donna: Why aren’t they in hosp-AGAIN?!?!?

Donna: I love sarcasm! It’s like punching people in the face, but with words!

Master: Every zoo is a petting zoo unless you’re a coward.

Doctor: I’m worried about you.

Master: I wish I could help you, but I shorn’t.

Donna: Master, please!

Master: What part of shorn’t don’t you understand?

Master: I regret getting dragged into your heterosexual tomfoolery.

Master on Monday: *glues a dime to the sidewalk* Heh heh heh.

Master on Wednesday: *walking down the street* Ooh hey! A dime!

Master: Oh, so when crows remember people who wronged them and hold grudges, its “intelligent” and “really cool”.

Master: But when I do it, I’m “petty” and “need to let it go”.

Donna: I made this friendship bracelet for you.

Master: You know, I’m not really a jewelry person.

Donna: You don’t have to wear…

Master: No, I’m gonna wear it forever. Back off.

Master: Maybe the true treasure was friendship all along. But I hope not, because I can’t spend friendship on new clothes

Doctor: WHOEVER CAUSED THIS MESS IS GOING TO-

Master: It was me...

Doctor: ...Is going to be forgiven because everyone deserves a second chance.

Donna : I intend to stay pissed at you forever.

Donna : Even if I seem helpful.

Master: Then you're in luck.

Master: Because you don't.

Master: Why is it so hard for you to believe me?!

Doctor: ...

Master: Oh, right. The lying.

Donna: You're violent.

Master: Yeah but I'm also short and that's adorable.

Donna: You know, people treat me like a god.

Doctor: How?

Donna: They ignore my existence unless they need something.

Donna: I’d like to live through a week that’s not a whole new verse of “We Didn’t Start the Fire.”

Donna: Can we go to a haunted house?

Doctor: What’s wrong with the one we live in?

Donna: Wh-what?

Doctor: Goodnight, Donna.

Master: Gatekeep, girlboss, and what's the other one again?

Donna: There isn't another one. You're crazy.

Doctor: Anyone else feel good when their brain releases a bunch of endorphins?

Master: Can't relate.

Donna : Why would my brain release a bunch of dolphins?

Doctor walking into the kitchen and seeing all their limes peeled: Master, I love you but, what the h-e-double FUCK.

Master, sipping coffee happily: I love you too :)

Master: Donna, what does IDK, ILY, and TTYL mean?

Donna: I don’t know, I love you, talk to you later.

Master: Alright, I love you too, I'll ask the Doctor.

Donna: Wait- Master, no-

Donna : Would you take a bullet for me?

Doctor: ...yes?

*Master angrily burst into the room*

Donna : *running away* Great, thanks!

Master: I want to be like a caterpillar.

Doctor: Explain.

Master: Eat a lot, sleep for a while, wake up beautiful.

Donna : You know they have a lifespan of a week, right?

Master:

Master: That's just another highlight!

Master: Thanks for not telling the Doctor what happened.

Donna , dumbfounded: I wouldn’t even know where to begin trying to explain this.

Donna : But what about the Master?

Doctor: Don't worry about them.

Doctor: I once watched them fall down 5 flights of stairs, stand up, and keep eating their hotdog like nothing happened.

Donna: I keep a picture of all of us in my wallet. Whenever I face difficulties, I take it out and stare at the picture.

Doctor: Awwww-

Donna: And I tell myself "If I can deal with these idiots, then I can deal with anything."

Master: Oh.

Donna: What’s the straightest thing you’ve ever done?

Master: *sighs*

Master: I killed a man.

Doctor: It was difficult, so you’ve just given up. You might fail, so why bother trying?

Donna : Exactly.

Donna , to Master: I told you they’d understand.

Master: I can be your partner for the next race.

Donna : Sorry, Master. It's a sibling race.

Doctor: Maybe there's a contest for lonely children after this.

Donna : It's only children, Doctor. A lonely child is what you're gonna be when I sell you!

Master: I'm allergic to death.

Doctor: The ritual. To preform it requires a sacrifice.

Master: Sacrifice? I nominate Donna .

Donna : Wait, what?

Master: Because you're little, you'll fit on a barbecue.

Donna : I'm 5'5, it's like average height for women in most of the world!

Doctor: Its not that kind of of sacrifice guys!

Donna : Hey, Master, are you free on Friday? Like around eight?

Master: Yeah.

Donna : And you, Doctor?

Doctor: Umm... yes?

Donna : Great! Because I'm not. You two go out without me. Enjoy your date!

Doctor: Did they just-

Doctor: What’s sexting?

Donna: I'm not having this conversation with you.

Master: We have a problem.

Doctor: No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps making them.

Master: There's beer in the cooler.

Doctor: What about for the children?

Master: You can get water from that water fountain and use it to water down the beer.

Donna : Why don't we just give the kids water?

Master, angrily: I suppose you could do that!

Doctor: Guys, I have a question.

Donna : kys <3

Doctor: I love you too.

Master: Ah, yes. Siblings.

Master: Some people are like slinkies.

Donna : What?

Master: Not really good for much but bring a smile to your face when you push them down the stairs.

Donna :

Donna : Please don't push the Doctor down the stairs.

Master, pushing Doctor down the stairs: Too late.

Donna : Who knew getting in trouble would be so impossible?

Doctor: I gotta give you credit, Master. You make it look easy.

Master: Years of practice.

Donna : Self care is stuff like taking a bubble bath or putting on a lot of make up if you like that, or taking a nice warm nap and stuff like that basically.

Master: Self care is the burning heat when rage washes over you. self care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists. self care is the fear in your enemies eyes.

Doctor: Self care is stealing someones birthday cake just to eat the frosting.

Master: If you touch my birthday cake I’ll make you eat your hands.

Donna : There are three ways to handle a difficult situation. The right way, the wrong way, and the Doctor way.

Master: Isn't that the wrong way?

Donna : Yes, but it's faster.

Doctor: Ask me anything. Go ahead, I'll give you a straight answer.

Donna: Why are we so fucking awesome?

Doctor: That's the best fucking question anybody's ever asked.

Doctor: Yeah, well I've never died so how do I know that god is real.

Master: Why am I the bad guy?

Donna: I don't know, why am I the pretty one? We all have our thing.

Master: *sighs* I have no friends...

Donna:

Donna: *coughs* Bitch, what am I? A roach?!

Donna : What is everyone for Halloween?

Doctor: I’m superman.

Master: A clown.

Donna : So I’m guessing we don’t need to get you a costume then?

Master: Bet you can’t eat 15 crayons!

Donna : Bet you I can!

Doctor: *sips coffee, checks to make sure 911 is still on speed dial, and goes back to reading the paper*

Master: I have one foot in the grave but in a kind of fun flirty way, the way one might slip on a fishnet stocking.

Doctor: Life could be worse, Master.

Master: Life could be a lot better too!

Donna: That was a joke. Say ha.

Master: Ha.

Donna: Now do it again.

Master: Ha.

Donna: Congratulations, you are officially the life of the party.

Doctor: They say that the most valuable things cost nothing.

Master: They also say that being cheap is an annoying trait, so don’t overuse that excuse.

Donna : Wow, great work on the Halloween decorations. Where did you get the fake skeletons?

Master: Fake?

Donna : Thanks for pulling the fire alarm, you saved me from giving an oral report about The Scarlet Web.

Doctor: You were too lazy to read the book?!

Donna : I was too lazy to watch the movie.

Doctor, disappointingly, after security arrives to escort the Master and Donna out: So, do you wanna walk out of here or do you wanna be carried out?

Master, in defeat: Let’s go.

Donna : Wait.

Master: What?

Donna : I’d kinda like to be carried out...

Donna : Hey, Master you're smart, tell me what would happen if I chugged 3 gallons of chloroform.

Master: Have you ever been to a mortuary?

Donna : Yea, my grandma lives there.

Doctor: That is the worst response to that question.

Master: We’re about to do the taser challenge. You want in?

Donna : What's the taser challenge?

Doctor: We tase eachother, then drink.

Donna : How do you win?

Master: What are you, a lawyer? You want in or not?

Master: It's pretty cold outside.. wanna hold hands? We should stay close.

Doctor, blushing: Okay.

Donna : It's fucking summer.

Donna : Everyone, calm down! We're grown-ups, let's deal with this like adults!

Master: So, we're just going to wing it and hope for the best?

Donna : Obviously. Now, Doctor, pass the shovel.

Donna : What's worse than a heartbreak?

Master: Stepping on a cat's tail and not being able to explain that you're sorry.

Donna : You really believe in the Master?

Doctor: Luckily, they believe in themself enough for the both of us.

Doctor: So when are we gonna tell them?

Donna : Just give them a minute.

Master: *Pulling on a door that clearly says push.*

Donna: Do you ever think? Because I do not.

Donna: *cooking*

Master: *kicks down door*

Master: *grabs knife from Donna's hand*

Master: WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT DESTRUCTIVE BEHAVIOUR?

Donna:

Donna: What.

Doctor: They're trying to tell you they want to cook.

Donna (brainstorming ideas for pranking the Doctor): How much would a serial killer mask possibly cost?

Master: Well it’s hard to find a high-quality one made out of leather or silicone, but if you did find a good one like that it’d be a couple thousands of dollars. I can try to hook you up with one but I don’t know if I’d be very successful.

Donna: Huh, that’s pretty interesting actually- Wait, how the hell do you know that?

Master: …I am very passionate about Halloween, Donna.

Donna: Is there anyone here who’s actually straight?

Doctor: *raises hand*

Master: *puts their hand down*

Master: Aww, what's your dog's name?

Doctor: K-9.

Master, yelling to Donna: TRY K-9!

Donna, on the computer: DIDN'T WORK!

Doctor:

Master: What's your favourite number?

Doctor: The salary of a clown is 51,000 dollars.

Doctor, gesturing to Master and Donna fighting: And yet these idiots do it daily, and for free!

Pt6