#also op we are fellow j's who are in their 20s and use any pronouns lol hey

[strangerhands]

god...... god.......... god... god. god i love this so so much. i need this so so heart-wrenchingly badly. immediately. unwaveringly. unconditionally. pure heartedly. lovingly.

i do just really need a good mom right now. and always, probably. that would be nice, i think. really nice.

aaaa i just really do feel this so much. thank you for the tears. thank you for this absolutely beautiful piece of work. thank you for what you do. thank you, op. i am giving you a hug too, cold as i may be myself. 🫂🫶

YOUR MAY/READER FIC I LOVED IT SO MUCH IT WAS TOO SHORT WE NEED MORE OMG IT WAS SO CUTE

your arms were wrapped as tight around your chest as you could make them, it still didn’t block the blistering cold that shocked your system. frozen to the bones, your teeth clacked until you reached the front door.

barley there knocks, too cold and shaky to give a real one.

but, she heard them.

“hello, clarice!” in an instant her smile dropped to a worried frown, “oh dear,” you’re tugged into her chest and that deep down, frozen blue starts to thaw.

you think it’s the unconditional love, no matter what you did, she’d still give it.

“why are you so cold?”

you hug her tighter, it makes her distressed. she’s never seen you so quiet and dark.

“i walked.”

may wants to discipline you, berate you about the weather and your safety. especially walking alone, at night in a next to nothing coat.

but, she figures there’s a reason.

“come in for tea?” it’s the whole reason you’re there. sometimes, you just really needed that deep love. the love that doesn’t come because it grows or stems from elsewhere. the kind of undeniable, only they can see something special kind of love. the parent kind of love.

you nod, your cheeks are still icy to the touch.

may talks while she moves around the kitchen, you listen and though she may not think it, her words of tenderness warm you from the inside out.

a steaming mug is placed in front of you, your hands cup the mug and you wrap the string of a tea bag around your finger.

a gentle hand is placed on yours, “do you want me to call peter?” she’s already pulling away to grab her phone but you stop her by grabbing her hand back.

“no, peter’s great but…” you tried to hold it in but it demanded to be let loose.

eyes wet and bottom lip trembling, may’s heart broke looking right at you.

“… i just really need a mom right now.”

the admission broke you, a sobbing mess. your breaths stuttered.

may’s never felt her heart break like that, a vulnerable truth. you’ve never cried so hard to her before, or asked her to help pick up the pieces of your hurt.

and may is all about helping those who need it most, where do you think peter got it from?

she doesn’t try to stop you, her arms hold you into her shoulder as you blubber, you feel her kiss your head.

“i’m here, sweetheart. i’m always here.”