#keegan x jemíma

[thatonesillyducko]

wake up my duckie moots this was supposed to be simple mfing sketch for 14th Feb? Valentine’s Day’s?

Probably I’ll not be able to finish this shi.. bruh

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Sorry for not posting for a while. Stand by!<3 While enjoy this lovebirds Spotify playlist Stay tuned for more posts coming soon! ROCK N' ROLL!

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Oh my god.. 🤨

That’s how he cures my depression

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"a birthday like this"

Summary: Jemíma celebrates Keegan's 18th birthday for him. I legit have 2 braincells left... bye

Characters: Keegan P. Russ and Jemíma Ámbar del Mar Hernández

A/N: Ok, guys. I want to take a break from dark thoughts and angst and write something cozy and peace vibes? Because @ll7esxs has brainwashed me away from angst lol. They literal told me I should start writing fluff and cutie stuff about Jemíma and Keegan cuz' YIPPEEE- so I'm about to fulfil their wish. (!: This is not the part of the lore, just for fun)

"Don't let them catch you crying, boy, if it didn't really hurt."

Today is his 18th birthday and also his first birthday as a member of the Ghost Squad. No one will pay attention to his birthday, even though this day is the most important day of adulthood in his life. Keegan stared at the ground in a daze. This year's life was so thrilling, but he still felt helpless and lonely at this moment.

“Happy birthday, Keegan...” — He muttered to himself. The young soldier was sitting in a daze on the equipment in the training ground, his black hair reflecting golden light in the sunset.

In such a silent environment, Keegan can still feel the presence of someone. So, he turns his head and looks up, only to see Jemíma standing not far away. He raises his eyebrows in surprise and then gives a soft smile. — “Jemíma? What are you doing here?”

Jemíma had been watching him from the side of the building, she blinked a widen eye, her body startled when he asked what she was doing here. She felt her face sweating in fear — “Nothing.. Just wanted to see.. Uhm you”

“To see me?” — This answer is clearly not expected. Keegan is a bit confused, but he still keeps his calm: “If you don't have anything else to do, come here and sit with me for a while.” As he spoke, he shifted on the equipment and patted the space next to him.

Jemíma hesitated for a moment, seeming a little surprised at Keegan's invitation. After a while, she walked over and sat down beside him. There was no one else in the training ground at this time; the only sound was their breathing and the slight sound of equipment swaying in the wind.

For a while, neither of them spoke, but then Keegan broke the silence: “I have a question. How did you know it's my birthday today?” “I guessed it.. Maybe?” — Apparently, she has a good long-term memory. She does not forget things easily and remembers them for too long. A smile appeared on Keegan's lips as he chuckled slightly. — “You guessed it?” He didn't quite believe her, but he didn't intend to pursue this question.

— “You know, you're the only one who knows my birthday today. I bet my teammates don't remember it at all.” — “Really..?” — “Yeah, it's not unusual. Birthdays are just ordinary days for a soldier. We hardly ever have the chance to celebrate birthdays. Everyone is too busy, and there are more important things to consider, so it's no wonder that others forget about my birthday today.”

He lifted his head to look up at the setting sun, and a sense of melancholy in his eyes. Jemíma’s lips pursed up, shaking her head quietly before gazing up at the setting sun too as Keegan did. Of course.. They were youngsters, adolescent teens and deserved better than being in military.

Keegan's eyes locked on the setting sun, the last ray of light shining on his face, his voice quiet but tinged with a hint of sadness. — “I never thought I'd be celebrating my 18th birthday in this way… This isn't what a normal teenager looks like, is it? Instead of going out with friends or doing crazy things, I'm sitting here in this training ground, wearing a uniform with a gun around my waist. I must look pathetic.”

Jemíma looked to the side at him, blinking as she took in his words before hummed in agreement softly. Keegan let out a bitter chuckle, his shoulders shrugging slightly. He glanced at Jemíma, a trace of envy in his eyes as he looked at her young face. — “You, on the other hand, are different. You're only… How old are you, 17?” — “Yeah, a year younger than you are”

Keegan smiled faintly, his voice tinged with a hint of mockery. — “Right.., a year younger. You're just in the right age to be in high school, hanging out with friends, chasing your dreams… But you chose to be here, like me.”

Jemíma’s expression changed for a moment, gazing away as she lowered her head and begin to fiddle with her dog tags around her neck. Noticing Jemíma's change in expression, Keegan immediately realized that he had asked a bit too deep a question. — “Hey, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable... I was just curious. You don't have to answer if you don't want to. I didn't mean to.”

— “You know, we're in the same boat, stuck in this military life. But I can't help being curious about...” — “Well. Let’s not talk negativity on your birthday.. You’re going to be an adult now” — “You're right..., I am an adult now, aren't I?”

Keegan's mouth curled up into a smile. He appreciated Jemíma's attempt to change the topic. He rubbed the back of his head, then ran his fingers through his hair.

“It's still a bit hard to believe. One minute, I'm a teenager, the next, I've got the world's weight on me. But here in the Ghosts Squad, being an adult doesn't sound that different, does it? Same old routine, just with more serious consequences if I mess up.”

“At least I can call you ‘kid’ now. That doesn’t sound too bad, does it?” — He jokingly poked Jemíma on the shoulder. Jemíma was daydreaming in her own thoughts when- she moved slightly away from him when Keegan poked her shoulder and called her a kid. — “I’m NOT a KID!”

Keegan burst into laughter as he watched Jemíma quickly move away from him, surprised by his jokingly attack. “Woah, calm down, kid.” — He laughed even harder, enjoying the sight of her blushing cheeks and pouting lips.

— Sorry, but you're a year younger than me, so you're definitely a kid in my eyes!” — “Shut up, it’s just 89’ and 90’ difference, okay? I’ll rip that grinning face of yours.” “Oh no, you really know how to put me in my place, kid. But I think you'll find it hard to rip this handsome face.” — “Grrr..”

Jemíma clenched and unclenched her fists, no need to create a drama on his Birthday Eve when tomorrow is his actual 18th birthday. Keegan's laughter subsided, and he watched as Jemíma calmed down. He found her cute when she was furious.

— “You're quite different from any girl I've met before, kid. You're tough, and I like that” — “Chingada cabrón..” — “Hey, watch your language, kid. What was that you just called me? Was that some secret swear word” — “It’s called Spanish, pendejo”

Keegan's eyes widened in surprise as he heard the Spanish word. He chuckled heartily and clapped his hands in mock applause. — “Wow, I didn't know you had these secret linguistic skills, kid. I should've known you were hiding something. The way you just threw that Spanish word at me…” He let out a mock sigh before continuing with a smile. — “What other surprises do you have up your sleeve, huh?”

Jemíma took a deep breath, when— she took out a small muffin with a candle from her back. Her expression turned into a warm smile. Keegan's eyes widened in surprise as he saw the small muffin with a candle in Jemíma's hand. He wasn't expecting this at all.

— “Is that for me?” —“Sí. I had to run to the bakery.. to get this because I can’t cook for shit in kitchen” — “Thank you, it’s the best damned muffin I’ve ever seen. You didn’t have to go through that trouble. It doesn’t matter that it’s store-bought or that you’re not a good cook. This is the first Birthday muffin I have received…”

Jemíma scratched behind her neck, feeling slightly guilt felt and ashamed, however she was happy to atleast bring something for someone. She wanted him to be happy.. than her terrible and horrible 16th birthday party trauma she had gone through. Keegan noticed the guilt-like expression on Jemíma’s face and realized that she must have felt bad for not baking the cake herself. He gave her a comforting smile, trying to dispel her guilt. Jemíma smiled back, took a lighter out to light the candle, the small flame dancing on the muffin’s surface.

Keegan stared at the small flame intently. He thought for a moment, wondering what kind of wish he should make. He closed his eyes, feeling a little ridiculous, but he also felt that this act was so meaningful. He opened his eyes, blowing the small flame off the candle and looked at Jemíma, his eyes filled with a mixture of nostalgia and anticipation.

“Yaaay!” — Jemíma exclaimed, clapped and sang a bit of birthday song— of course.. in Spanish, she was bilingual after all. Keegan couldn't help but laugh at Jemíma's enthusiastic response. Her cheerful clapping and the birthday song in Spanish made him feel oddly warm inside. It was a rare feeling that he hadn’t enjoyed in a long time.

— “You know, I only understand a couple of words in Spanish, but even so... I think you sing well, kid.” — “Fuck off, stop calling me kid for 5 minutes. You’re not officially 18 yet! It was your birthday Eve, dumbass” — “Hey, I'm just saying, kid. Even though it's my 'birthday eve' I still have the right to call you kid. So deal with it.”

He teased her with a smirk, using the word 'kid' deliberately to see her reaction again. “Shut the fuck up..” — Jemíma crossed her arms and grumbled like a little brat. Keegan's smirk widened at Jemíma's angry expression. He found her pouting face too adorable to resist teasing further. “Woah, what's that face for? You look like you're about to throw a tantrum.” — He chuckled and ruffled her hair, like a big brother playfully irritating a little sister. When he ruffled her hair, she shoved it away and fumed.

Keegan burst into laughter at Jemíma's reaction. He loved to tease her and get a rise out of the young and fierce girl. — “Haha! Seems like someone's got a bit of a temper, huh?”

— “KEEGAN!” — “Okay, okay, I'll stop— for now... Don't get so mad, little one. I'm just having fun with you, you know” — “First you're calling me kid, then you're calling me a little one...”

— “Yep, little one. I mean, you’re only 17— 1 year younger than me. You’re definitely a little one in my eyes”

— “Still acting like an empty headed hombre…” — “Ah, so I’m an empty-headed man, am I? Ouch, that hurts, little one.. But hey, I’ve noticed you’re quite a feisty little thing. Always trying to act tough and intimidating. It’s kinda cute”

— “And I’ll continue to be like that!”

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Aesthetic board for Legacy: Keegan and Jemíma

@stargazing-sapphire2🫵🫵🫵

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What would Keegan do if he was in love with a girl but wouldn't admit it?

Ah hello there, anon. That’s a great question (nevermind let’s get back to work. Hopefully not fucking this bitch’s persona)

── .✦Keegan would likely be in denial about his feelings, trying to convince himself that it’s just friendship or a passing crush. However, he would also find it difficult to control his emotions and might end up sending mixed signals to the girl. (This old bitch lacks of social skills lbr)

So, he'd probably try to suppress his feelings and convince himself that he didn't feel so strongly for her. It would cause him considerable inner conflict

── .✦In the case of Jemíma, Keegan might initially try to deny his feelings and act aloof or casual in her presence. He'd probably try to downplay any connection or chemistry they had and maintain a facade of indifference. 

However, as time goes on and he spends more time with Jemíma, particularly in intimate or vulnerable situations, his true feelings would start to surface. He might become more protective, more attentive, and more affectionate without even realizing it. And eventually, he'd have to confront the truth and admit to himself – and possibly to Jemíma – that he loves her.

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͙͘͡★𝕶𝖊𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖓+𝕵𝖊𝖒í𝖒𝖆˚ʚ♡ɞ˚-`♡´-

Couldn’t get this song off my head, literal screams them

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My Oc's favourite things⭑.ᐟ:

^Wtf why is he so ugly, no wonder she fell for a bad graphics mf

⟢Name: Jemíma ''La Sombra'' Ámbar del Mar Hernández

⟢Universe: Call of Duty: Ghosts

⟢Favourite Book: "To Kill a Mockingbird" by Harper Lee (and much more)

⟢Favourite Song: Fix You -- Coldplay (Fuckin' angst lore kicks in, I'm not crying, you are🫵)

⟢Favourite piece of clothing they own: None (maybe.. a golden locket counts on?)

⟢Favourite "little treat": Chicken enchiladas and Ensalada Verde (Her mother used to make it specifically for her, and Jemíma later learnt to make it herself if needed.)

⟢Favourite person in their lives: ... She'd choose family if only they were alive.. (except her disowned father, whom she hated the most). But if when asked, she'd kind of torn between her family and Keegan. However, her relationship with Keegan is a constant and important priority in her life as well. So, it's Keegan.

⟢Dream home: [REDACTED]...

⟢Dream life: [REDACTED]...

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͙͘͡★These are THE Keegan & Jemíma songs˚ʚ♡ɞ˚-`♡´-

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OC ask! 21, 25, 26 please? :3

For this ask game! I'm excited to answer from that ask blog! Well,well this will be good >;3. Now let's yap about Keegan and Jemíma's relationship.

── .✦21. What is their worst memory together?

ᯓ★One possible worst memory that Jemíma and Keegan might share together would be an intense battlefield scenario in which a tango (enemy combatant) attempted to shoot Keegan. Jemíma, in her protective and loyal nature, rushes to his side, but in the process she accidentally receives a bullet to her upper arm. Keegan, seeing Jemíma injured and in pain, feels a mix of anger and concern for her well-being, while Jemíma endures the pain and struggles to remain calm and in control. This would be an emotional moment for both of them, as they have to simultaneously deal with the danger of the current situation and the fear of losing each other.

ᯓ★It could also serve as a turning point in their relationship, as they come to realize just how much they care for each other.

── .✦25.If a stranger saw them together, how would they describe their relationship?

ᯓ★If a stranger observed Jemíma and Keegan together, they might describe their relationship as a partnership marked by mutual respect and trust with a hint of tension and attraction. They probably exude an aura of confidence and competence. They might notice that the two have a strong sense working together seamlessly, communicating nonverbally with a quick glance or a signal. Despite their serious demeanour, Keegan and Jemíma have a strong bond and a deep loyalty to each other, They may also pick up on the underlying tension and chemistry between them, as Keegan's intense and serious demeanour contrasts with Jemíma's cool and confident nature.

ᯓ★They might notice that their conversation is often direct and to the point, with little time for small talk or banter (hell even bickering). Overall, they would appear as a tight-knit and effective sniper duo, as well as potential romantic partners.

── .✦26.How would these characters react to being stuck in a small room with each other?

HELP? ᯓ★If Jemíma and Keegan were stuck in a small room together, their initial reactions would likely be different. Keegan would probably remain composed and try to maintain a quiet and professional demeanour or just plan to get the fuck outta here. Meanwhile, Jemíma might make a dry joke or comment to ease the tension.

ᯓ★However, as the time passed, the close quarters and lack of space would likely make them more aware of each other's presence and proximity. Keegan might find himself distracted by Jemíma's presence and feel a strange mix of annoyance and attraction.

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Keegan and Jemíma core── .✦ʚ♡ɞ✦

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"Better in the Dark"

cw!: strong language, angst, depressive related topics, slight mention of loss of someone, the rest is a pure tooth–crushing fluff (I don't fuckin' know how to write fluff man)

Summary: Another stupid one-shot fic of these two bitches, Keegan found out his wife has blonde hair?! *vine boom* nah just kidding. All I can say is "MY SHAYLA!"

Characters: Jemíma Ámbar del Mar Hernández and Keegan P. Russ

"You don't need to hide yourself away, you only need to dye your hair"

Keegan closes the door behind them, and he lets out a long and tired sigh. He tosses his gear onto the floor and collapses onto the bed, his face burying right into the pillow. He mumbles something inaudible into the pillow, before he sits back up, and he stretches his arms, letting out a loud groan as he cranes his head side to side, the crack of his joints ringing into the room.

“Oh man, I'm fuckin'..exhausted..” — Keegan swings his legs up onto the bed, his head lying against the headboard as he finally kicks his boots off.

“Just... a few... minutes.” — He mumbles into the bed, his eyes slowly starting to fall shut, the exhaustion from the previous mission making him feel like he would pass out right there. (Keegan is tired af)

Jemíma closed the bathroom door shut, she stood in front of the mirror of the bathroom, looked at her reflection and examining her dark locks closely. She frowns slightly, noticing some her natural blonde colour starting to show out from her dyed brunette hair. She sighed softly.

“Ugh, not again. I thought I had more time before it started fading.”— She mumbles to herself, reaching for the brunette dye box she has hidden away beneath the sink. She quietly started to get ready. She didn't exactly want to disturb Keegan asleep, since he was probably very tired after the mission.

“I quietly set everything up in the bathroom, the dye box and the brushes laid out on the counter. My natural blonde hair was starting to peek through the dyed chocolate brown colon. It was strange seeing the contrast. I had always been told that blonde hair looked good on me, but honestly, I was told to get rid of it.. There was no turning back. No going back to the way I was before.

I take a deep breath, before beginning to dye my hair, knowing that this would be permanent. As the dye sets in, I couldn't help but feel a sense of finality. I remember the days of being a bright-eyed, free-spirited girl, with hair that was golden under the sun, with a smile that was always on my face. Those days were long gone now. Replaced with something darker, harsher. It felt like I was not only physically changing my appearance but also losing a part of who I once was.

The memory of my mother's words echoed in my head as I continued the process of dyeing my hair. “We live in dangerous times. It's not safe for you to look like yourself anymore.” The words were a constant reminder of the reality I had to face. Her tired, weary eyes looking at with a mix of sadness and.. forgiveness.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of loss as the dark dye took away my natural blonde. It symbolized something I could never get back - innocence, freedom, a life without fear. But I had no choice. I had to blend in, to be safe, even if it meant losing a part of myself. It wasn't fair. Why did I have to hide who I was? Why couldn't I just be myself, without fear? But there was no answer to those questions, no way to change the reality I was trapped in.”

A few minutes later, Keegan slowly woke up from his light sleep, and he opened his eyes, blinking, groaning as he pushed himself into a sitting position. He rubbed his eyes with his hands, his head still feeling groggy from the sleep. He blinked as he looked around and realized that Jemíma wasn't here..

Jemíma finishes dyeing her hair, her fingers running through the strands to make sure every spot was covered. She checks her reflection in the mirror, inspecting her new locks -when she hears a knock on the door.

“Jemí?” — A deep, groggy voice called from the other side of the door. It was Keegan. He was still tired, but he obviously woke up.

Jemíma was busy in her own thoughts, suddenly her heart skipped a beat as she heard Keegan's voice on the other side of the door, dropping the dye bowl and brush in the sink. The bowl splats, the dye spilling and staining the tiles.

She curses under her breath quickly starts to clean up the mess, hoping that Keegan hadn't heard and that the dye didn't get onto her clothes. She could already hear his footsteps coming closer to the bathroom door. She didn't want Keegan to know what she had been up to.

The bathroom door swings open, and Keegan's tired figure appears in the doorway, his eyes still heavy with sleep.

“What was that-”

He stops, his gaze landing on the stained tiles and the spilled dye in the sink. “What the hell happened in here?” — He asks, his voice still rough with sleep.

Jemíma froze as she made eye contact with him through the mirror. She couldn't help but feel like a deer caught in headlights as he took in the scene before him. She quickly averted her gaze, knowing that he would probably give her a hard time for making such a mess.

Keegan steps further into the bathroom, his eyes scanning over the spilled dye and the mess on the tiles. — “Jesus fucking christ, Jem. What were you trying to do, paint the bathroom?”

— “It was an accident, alright? I didn't mean to make such a mess.” — “Uh huh. And what the hell were you doing with the dye, anyway? Trying to cover up your grays?”

— “No, I wasn't trying to cover up grays, you pendejo. I was doing a touch up. I couldn't stand the blonde streaks anymore.”

Keegan's expression turns from one of sarcastic teasing to one of confusion. Blonde streaks? When did she ever have blonde streaks?

His mind starts to put two and two together, and he realizes that Jemíma might have just inadvertently revealed something about her past. She doesn't seem to have noticed what she just said, but Keegan's eyes widen ever so slightly as he takes in the implication of her words. — “Since when the hell did you have blonde hair?”

Jemíma swallows hard, suddenly realizing her slip-up. She didn't mean to reveal that detail from her past.

“It's… it's nothing, okay? Just forget I said anything.” — She tries to brush off his question, hoping he would drop the topic. But Keegan's expression turns even more serious, and he steps closer to her, towering over her frame as he looks down at her.

“Bullshit, it's not nothing. You don't just randomly say something like that and then tell me to forget it. You're hiding something, Jem.”

Jemíma's heart raced as Keegan stepped closer. She could feel his gaze on her, his intense stare making her feel uneasy. “It's really not a big deal, alright? Just… let it be, Keegan. Por favor.” — She pleaded; her voice slightly shaky.

Keegan's expression hardened even more at her pleading. “No, I'm not letting this go. You're hiding something from me, and I want to know what it is.” He reaches out to grab her arm, his grip firm but not painful.

— “Don't even think about lying to me, Jemíma. I can see right through you.”

Jemíma flinches at his grip, her heart pounding even harder now. She tried to keep her voice steady, to remain strong. — “It's... it's complicated, alright? It's something from my past, something I don't want to talk about.”

Keegan's eyebrows furrowed, his grip on her arm not loosening. — “No, I don't understand.” Because that's not how a marriage works. You don't get to just hide things from me, especially something like this. You're my wife, Jem. You're supposed to trust me enough to tell me anything.”

He pauses for a moment before his expression softens just a bit. — “What are you so afraid of? Why won't you talk to me about it?”

Jemíma took a deep breath, her gaze shifting away from him. — “It's… it's just something from my past. Something I don't want to remember or think about.”

“Jemíma, whatever it is, you can tell me.” — Keegan's grip on her arm loosens slightly, his expression softening even more at her words. He steps even closer to her, his voice becoming gentler.

“We've been through a lot together. There's nothing you could tell me that would change how I feel about you.”

Jemíma's heart felt conflicted. On one hand, she wanted to tell him everything, to finally let him in on her past. But on the other hand, she was scared. Scared of how he would react, scared of what he would think of her.

— “You promise you won't think differently of me if I tell you?” — “I promise, Jem. Nothing you say will change how I feel.”

...

— “Back when I was a teenager... I had blonde hair. It's not something I like to talk about. It's a part of my life that was filled with fear and uncertainty. I... I was constantly moving from place to place to evade... evil people... and I had to change my appearance constantly so I wouldn't be easily recognizable.”

Keegan's eyes widened at her confession. His hand on her cheek remained gentle, thumb lightly rubbing her skin in a comforting way — “Jesus, Jemíma… I never knew. You've never mentioned this before.”

Jemíma shook her head slightly, her expression filled with a mix of sadness and fear at the memories resurging. — "It's not something I like to talk about. I've tried to bury that part of my life as deep as possible. But… there are times when I can't escape it, and I end up doing something like this.”

She gestured towards the mess in the sink and the wet dye-covered bathroom.

Keegan's expression softened even more, his gaze never leaving hers. His hand on her cheek trailed down to her chin, gently tilting her face up so their eyes met.

— “I understand that it's difficult to talk about. But you don't have to go through this alone. You have me. We're in this together, remember?”

Jemíma's eyes watered at his comforting words. The weight that had been pressing down on her shoulders for so long… it felt just a little bit lighter. She nodded at his words, a bittersweet smile on her face.

— “I know. I'm just… I'm not used to sharing things like this. I've always preferred to deal with things on my own.”

Keegan's thumb traced along her jawline, his touch gentle and reassuring. He leaned in slightly, his voice soft but sincere. He could see the pain and discomfort in her eyes.

“But just because you can handle things on your own doesn't mean that you should have to. Letting me in... letting me help you... it doesn't make you weak, you know that, right?”

Jemíma's heart ached at his words. She knew he was right. But part of her still grappled with the fear of being vulnerable, of trusting someone so intimately with her secrets. But looking into Keegan's eyes... seeing the care and concern in them... it was hard to resist. Without another word, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug. He held her close, his grip gentle yet firm.

Jemíma melted into his embrace, the tension in her body easing as she leaned into him. Hearing his words... feeling the comfort and warmth of his arms... it made her realize just how much she had been keeping bottled up all this time.

“This feels... nice." She murmured, her voice slightly muffled against his shirt. "I'm not used to it, but... I think I like being with you.

Thanks for being here, for understanding, for... everything..” “You don't have to thank me, sweetheart. I'm always here for you. No matter what. We're a team, remember? We face everything together.”

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I know I’ve not been posting lately 😔

she’ll make a wonderful wife for him

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Country!AU Keegan x Jemíma<3 moodboard Plus the playlist too

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Enjoy I guess?

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Here's the full size doodle of these two millennial bitches?