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[bloggingboutburgers]

hello! I was wondering about QPR relationships? Like how do you know if it's a crush or smth like a huge huge friend likeness thing? And like some examples(if its fine!) Thank you!

Sorry for the late reply! Hmmm... I've talked about it before on this tag, and I can only ever really talk about my own experience, but I'll try to give examples that are as concrete as possible that sorta clue me in on the fact that it's not romance from what I can understand of my own situation :

I don't feel jealousy or possessiveness when it comes to my partner and it's mutual. We like spending time together but we're perfectly alright with the other spending their time with another person without getting worried about it. It doesn't feel lonely either – it's just nice to know they're vibing.

In fact we're very much encouraging each other not to put each other at the dead center of our own lives. It would feel like too much if that was the case.

If it ends someday, it'll feel lonely, sure, but not world-shattering. Not any more world-shattering than a friendship ending at least – which yeah, granted, IS pretty world-shattering, but it wouldn't get worse than that, at least as far as I can imagine.

I never really felt extra nervous towards my partner personally, like no heart-beating-faster kinda thing or losing sleep over it.

We have some physical affection, with boundaries, and pet names, with boundaries, but one of our favorite things past that is chatting and bursting into laughter over something we find funny mutually.

When I call them "my" something, I always feel the urgent need to specify "just as a matter of speech, 'cus you're not mine, you don't belong to me".

Also some two cents from my partner @civiart who was the one bringing up the fact they had a squish on me, and that I feel might be more useful:

They can see themselves having key life events with me, like moving in together or whatnot, or traveling together or such, but they have trouble picturing ourselves in typical "romantic situations" for what it's worth. They say that was helpful in figuring that out for themselves, although it was a year-long process in their case.

It doesn't depend on orientation strictly, since anyone from any orientation can have a squish, and some people on the aromantic spectrum can feel romantic attraction depending on their place on the spectrum.

One last thing I very much agree with: it's a very personal thing and at the end no one can make that call but yourself. It's about what feels right to you and what it feels right to label yourself as – if it feels right to use a label to you in the first place!

[aro-culture-is]

aro culture is sporting facts about nirvana?(me perhaps? I like kurt cobain!!)

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[olahelal]

Hello everybody ,

I really appreciate your last help and need for you to be beside me till end.

It is the right time for you to do good , All of you know the results of the genocide war on Gaza ,which stall every dream we had stated away .

I lost my home ,every thing is destroyed by Jewish army and had been stealled.

My daughters are suffering, my second daughter Razan was born with one kidney and she is sensitive for nonclear water and needs for private nessisities ,there are noo food to be eated in north Gaza were my family live.

Can you imagine that my little girl Yara she have 3 years only ,she still remember the Jewish soldier with his gun directed to her face directly,she still cried everynight she remember them.

Every sent you donate has big effect for my family .

Please make your efforts for help my family and arrive my goal to bring them to me a abroad.

Thank you very much.

For more details show this post:https://www.tumblr.com/olahelal/757165747900432384/donate-to-help-me-save-my-family-and-bring-them-to

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[cupheadchaliceadoption-askblog]

Hey chalice! How exactly did you meet your fathers?

“OHOAD / Chalice Adoption” Q&A Nr. 003

Poor First Impressions 😒😓

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“How exactly did you meet your fathers?” - @screamfome

[unknownperson246]

Kurt Cobain

@screamfome 🩵

[junoisthecoolest]

@screamfome kurry cobain

[airam1quhs]

requested by @screamfome [request: kurt with pancakes that you made for him])

A/N: I hope fem reader is ok? I'm really sorry if that's not what you meant so if someone would like a fic to be gn I would really appreciate that to be specified T-T

She stacked the last pancake on the plate she’d grabbed, before reaching into the fridge to get the syrup. Unscrewing the cap, she poured the golden liquid on generously, trailing thickly down the sides of the stack. The last touch was a few blueberries carefully placed in what she deemed to be flattering positions, and she stood back to admire her work on the kitchen counter. The sunlight was streaming through the windows now, bright light replacing the hazy glow of an hour prior when she’d woken up, having gotten out of bed soundlessly and slipped out while the mass of bedhead and deep breathing she loved laid sideways with hair splayed across his pillow.

Speaking of, just as she placed the plate on the table in front of his seat, the man in question came walking out of the bedroom still in his striped pajamas, with a groggy grin painting his face in shades of sunlight. She couldn’t help but match it with her own, full of mirth and warmth as she admired the sight that he was.

Kurt was perfect to her. Even with his shaggy hair and disheveled appearance, he was perfect.

Her trance was broken when he came closer, and she shook herself out of it, instead offering him an endearing smile as she waved him over to his seat.

Upon spotting the pancakes, he was slightly taken aback, but his grin was ever present as he pulled out his chair and sat down eagerly.

“Love… you didn’t have to do this.”

“I’m not hearing any of that. You deserve this. Now c’mon, seeing you happy is the best gift I could ask for.”

Her words seemed to melt something, as he let out a contented sigh, leaning his cheek on his palm and staring at her with an expression she couldn’t describe.

The sun was high in the sky now, bathing the room in quiet warmth as they enjoyed each other’s presence.

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Kurt Cobain -> Staring Contest

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1990

scenario :

it was one of those lazy sunday afternoons in seattle. the sun shining bright through the open window even though the day was coming to an end. you and kurt were both huddled up on your shared bed as kurt smoked a cigarette, some ash falling onto the sheets at times.

the tv was on, showing an old movie that kurt had put on. however the two of you weren't even watching it.

the comfortable silence broke when kurt put out his cigarette on an ashtray on the bedside table. "wanna play a game?" as he turned to you he already had a big grin on his face.

you raise an eyebrow at him curiously, tracing small patterns over his ribs with your fingertips. "what kind of game?"

"a staring contest." kurt declares with a smirk, giving away that he was up to something.

"a staring contest? really kurt?" you laugh lightly. "what are you planning..."

"nothing, just c'mon..." he sits up and pulls you up to sit up too. "please? whoever wins gets to choose what we do for the rest of the day." once he says the last part, you agree. you sit up slightly straighter to look down at him as he didn't have the best posture.

"okay on three..." kurt says, holding up his fingers. "one, two, three." the two of you locked eyes and the contest began. you just stared into his blue eyes.

as you did, all the moments of the two of you rushed to your head and you just got lost in them. for a few moments, neither of you moved. all to be heard was the faint chatter of the still going movie.

"you're gonna lose..." kurt whispers teasingly, his eyes never leaving your's, not even for a measley milisecond.

"no way." you held back your chuckle, not wanting to get distracted. you could easily tell that he was trying to distract you. that was made more obvious when he leaned closer to you, barely leaving any space between the two of you.

"lost in my eyes?" he teases once again, you could smell the cigarette he had smoked earlier that lingered on his breath.

you felt your heart rate quicken as you feel his breath on your cheek. even though you had been together for almost a year you never got rid of those butterflies that you got around him.

finally, after what felt like an eternity, your eyes began to sting. despite your best efforts, you couldn't hold out any longer. you blinked, and kurt's triumphant laugh filled the room.

"ha! knew it!" he exclaims happily, like he had won the most important game of his life. "i win!"

you couldn't help but laugh along with him. "alright, you win. what do you want to do?"

instead of answering right away, kurt scooted closer, his eyes locked onto yours but now filled with a different kind of intensity. his hands cupped your face gently, and he leaned in, his breath warm against your lips.

"how about this?" he whispered, just before closing the remaining distance and capturing your lips in a tender kiss. kurt's lips were soft and his kiss was both gentle and passionate, filled with all the love and affection he held in his heart for you.

as you pulled back slightly, your foreheads resting together, he mutters short of breath. "perfect..."

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okay okay.i KNOW it’s my fav(John Bender) again but I just a loved your fic!(same person) but what if reader and John are in love with each other and after a serious and horrible(abus!ve situation) event that had happened to John. They run to an abandoned house where they stay together.(t4t as a bonus because I HC that John is trans if that’s fine?) thank you!

Hello againnnn @screamfome . IK I WAS GONE FOR A MONTH I am sooo sorry. Hopefully since it's summer I'll have more free time lol. Also yes I love this concept, you Fr have the best ideas:D also this is so outsiders coded LMAO like the abandoned house just reminded me of that.

Transmasc John Bender (The Breakfast Club) x Transmasc reader

Disclaimer/warning: this goes into John’s home life, which as we know isn’t a good one. Abusive family members, frequently mentioned physical violence, transphobia, smoking (it’s John), Just read at your own comfort level.

Approx 4.1k word count. I was on a ROLL lol

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It had been a long day. It wasn’t just you, even the hallways at school had felt even more lifeless today. If that was even possible. You sighed, leaning back into the mattress beneath you. You barely remembered a thing after your head hit the pillows, so tired you were practically dead.      

The darkness that awaited you carried you to a soft, dreamless slumber. You were out like a light, so much so that you weren’t even bothered by how cold it was in your room this time of year. Unawakened bliss awaited you, welcoming as ever.    

No sleep that good can last forever. You felt as if not even a minute had passed since you’d fallen asleep. And yet, here you were, disturbed into consciousness. All you could hear was a distant ringing noise, rhythmic beats emanating from a few rooms away.    You begrudgingly turned over on your side, an irritated gaze cast towards your alarm clock on the bedside table.     

Twelve-thirty in the morning, who the hell would call at this time? You decided to let the phone keep ringing, it was probably just a mistake. But it went on… and on… and on.      You groaned, turning back onto your side to try and sleep. But the mystery caller just wouldn’t let up. You sighed, annoyed out of your mind.      

You trudged into the kitchen, the landline still ringing. It was dark, so of course you accidentally walked into the side of the dining room table. Your hip ran into the corner, a dull stabbing feeling ran into your side. You had to use every ounce of strength to not shout out in pain.      

You were fully prepared to curse at some prank caller, insult their mother, the works. You picked up the phone off of its hook, giving a sharp exhale through your nose so whoever this was knew you were pissed off.     “Uh, hello?” You mumbled, the irritation was evident in your tone.      

“Oh thank fuck you picked up.” It took you a minute to recognize who this mystery caller was. The voice was familiar, you just couldn’t pinpoint it in your half-awake state.   

“Wait, wait, Bender is that you?” You were glad it was just him, but still a little pissed that he was calling you in the middle of the night. “John, why are you calling me in the middle of the night…” You loved him, but you were not awake enough for this.       

“I- I don’t know. I’m in trouble, I need help.” The shakiness in his voice definitely caught your attention, it wasn’t something you were used to hearing in him at all. You could hear his heavy breathing from the other side, he sounded scared and out of breath. You had to find out what happened        

“What happened, sweetheart?” You lowered your voice so as to not be too loud for anyone possibly listening in on his side. You dropped the annoyed tone, replacing it with a softer sort of sound.         

“I don’t know- I just,” You heard a frustrated sigh from his end. It sounded like he couldn’t even stop to gather his thoughts, it only made you more worried for him. “Can you come pick me up?” His quiet whisper made him sound like a scared little kid. Seeing this scared, vulnerable side of him just made your heart ache.       

“Of course, I’ll be there in five. Okay?” You told him firmly. If you let it show that you were scared for him, it might make things worse. You always tried to be a source of stability for him, no matter what the situation was.       

But things had never been so bad that he’d asked you to come get him. You were freaked out, to be honest.     

“Okay, I love you.” He maintained the whisper. He just sounded so… small right now. It was so unlike him, it almost sounded like someone else.      

“I love you too, see you soon.” And with that you hung up the phone, rushing to find your shoes and keys. You weren’t going to bother putting on different clothes, it might take too long. So, pjs it was.    

The sleepiness still had a light hold on you as you tripped over nothing a couple times. The only thing you could think to do was go to the kitchen sink and splash some water on your face. The icy tap water hit your face like a train. If you weren't awake before, you definitely were now.

You rushed outside to your car, fumbling with the keys. Your car wasn’t new by any means, but it worked. You were just lucky you had one, you felt bad for John not having one. You knew how some nights got, especially when his dad got home late. 

As you drove, all you thought of was your hatred for John’s father. He was an absolute dirtbag. You could recall countless stories of John’s childhood, how loud his house always seemed. How much he just wanted to get away.      

After a few blocks you could see his house. A slightly run-down two story house near the edge of town. The chipped and faded gray paint had a blue cast to it in the moonlight. At night, John’s house looked as sad as his eyes were during the day. If you took more than a glance at him, you could see the pained look in his eyes.      

He never let anyone see past his rough exterior of course, but you could still sense it. You pulled up to the side of the road, next to his yard. You didn’t even have a second to put the car in park, you could already see John climbing out of a window. The one in his room, you assumed.       

His room was on the second floor, so it had a bit of a drop to it. He had the bottom half of the window pushed up. He steadily shifted towards the ledge, nearly giving you a heart attack. He jumped down to the ground with ease, a practiced motion from numerous nights of sneaking out.       

He practically ran to your car, not wasting a second. You blinked and he was right in front of you in the passenger seat.   

“Drive, please.” His voice came out hard and raspy, like he was out of breath. You didn’t even have time to check on him, to see if he had any new marks.    

“Okay, okay. I’m driving.” You raised a hand, a little startled by how abrupt he was. You hit the gas, not really sure where you were driving off to. You decided to just head down some of the wooded backroads away from town. 

There were these old trails that had been blocked off outside of town. Technically, the land belonged to the state, but it wasn’t public ground. You and John had always ignored the ‘Do Not Trespass’ signs stapled to the trees near the edge of the forest. How could the two of you not take advantage of such a perfect hiding spot?   

You two had a theory that it was some old property the state had seized and had no idea what to do with. It wasn’t big enough to be a park itself or close enough to one to be added to another.    

You turned onto a rough gravel road, just off of where your town stopped and the highway started. It wasn’t the smoothest drive, but you couldn’t complain too much. It was a secluded area, far away from anyone or anything to bother you.    

You had stayed silent thus far, giving John a minute to himself. His labored breath had only let up so much, you could still hear how on edge he was. You glanced over at him, seeing the slight shake in his shoulders. His arms were crossed upon his chest, his eyes fixed on the road ahead of you.    

“Johnny? You okay baby?” You took your right hand off of the wheel, laying it on his knee. This seemed to snap him out of his daze. 

He flinched slightly, his gaze snapping over to you. You sensed the sudden jerk of his head in your direction, which made you retract your hand. Had it been too soon? Had whatever happened shaken him up that badly?

“Sorry.” You gave a quick apology, beginning to move your hand back to the wheel.

“No, no, it’s okay.” He reached for your hand, grasping it firmly. You could feel the way he shook like a scared animal. “Stay with me. Please…” He held your hand in his own, leading it back to his knee. You let him place it there, giving his hand a soft squeeze. This seemed to ease his nerves just a bit. You could hear him let out a deep sigh as he squeezed  the top of your hand back.

You continued down the gravel road into the woods. You drove deeper into the trees, the shadows your headlights made twisting their shape as you passed them. The forest was always a little creepy, even more so in the middle of the night. 

You passed by countless maples and oaks, keeping your hand on his knee. You decided to stop after a couple minutes, you were deep enough into the woods now.

You put the car in park, switching off your headlights. You then turned to John, finally getting an opportunity to look at him properly. The look in his eyes absolutely broke your heart.

He was like a dog on the Fourth of July; his eyes wide and scared, a slight shake to his body, and an expression that made you wonder if he was about to cry.

“John?” You leaned across the center console, getting a bit closer. “Can I take a look at you?” You whispered softly, just loud enough to be heard over the car engine in the background. He finally made eye contact with you. His gaze softened ever so slightly as he saw the unease written all over your face. You weren't going to ask him what happened, not right now at least. Although it would burn questions in your mind, you wouldn't until you knew he was okay. Physically, at least.

He gave a small nod, still looking you in the eyes. You withdrew your hand from his knee. You took his hands in your own, checking for any signs of a fight. The skin of his knuckles were clear as day, no signs of blood or bruising in the slightest. 

He turned to the side to face you, giving you a better opportunity to look him over. Your gaze traveled up his arms, turning them over to check the backs of his arms. You frowned when you saw a bruise starting to form on his elbow. John was quiet as you inspected him. He was even somewhat surprised when he saw the bruise on his arm, soon frowning as well.

He turned his face away from you, no longer wanting eye contact as you looked him over. This was too embarrassing for him. Yes, it was a regular occurrence. And yes, you were always there to take care of him after a situation at his house. 

But it was different this time. It was more painful to look at himself, to look at how visible his weakness was to him now.

The strain of thoughts in John’s head were currently babbling on about how pathetic and weak he was, almost akin to the drunken babbling of his father not too many hours ago. He couldn’t help the way his breath hitched at a particularly brutal phrase that echoed in his head.

You immediately looked up from his arms, barely hearing the little choked sound that came out of him.

“John?” You whispered his name, it was like a request for him to look you in the eyes again. But he knew he couldn’t. He couldn’t let you see how weak he was, how pathetic he felt now.

“John, can you look at me? Please?” You kept your voice lowered. You were soft and caring in every aspect, you knew something was different this time. He slowly turned to face you, reluctantly so. The sight of tears pricking his eyes and the red mark under his left eye caused you to let out a quiet gasp. 

Your immediate reaction was to pull him closer to you. Your instincts told you to protect him from whatever had happened, even though you knew that wasn’t entirely possible. Time had passed, what had happened couldn’t be reversed no matter how hard you wanted it to.

You felt John’s arms around you almost immediately, holding you back. He hadn’t gotten a look at himself yet, but he could assume what you’d seen. He didn’t have to see to know what was there; he could feel it.

You sat there holding him for a minute, almost feeling like crying yourself. He didn’t deserve this. You were scared for him. You wanted to make it all better. A million thoughts buzzed through your head, loud uncontrolled. You pulled away from him for a moment to get a better look at the mark.

You brought a hand up to his cheek, making sure not to directly touch the red spot. “Did he do this?” You both already knew who you were referring to. And you both already knew the answer to your question. You just needed confirmation from him.

“Yeah.” John’s voice was still just above a whisper. It hurt you to see him so reserved like this. Usually after something happened with his dad, he would quickly find something for the two of you to do to distract him. Something like goofing off at the grocery store, driving around with the radio on too loud, or just having a smoke together. Now his silence spoke volumes.

“Here, why don’t we go on a walk. It’s a nice night.” You suggested, still keeping that same gentle tone of voice. He nodded quietly, and with that you took your keys out of the ignition and got out of the car. 

You met John on the other side and had neglected to notice the fact that he only had a t-shirt. You were right when you said it was a nice night; it was a nice night for the fact that it was October. You cursed quietly to yourself before taking off your hoodie and offering it to him.

“Shit, sorry, it’s cold. Here, take this.” You didn’t really give him a chance to respond before you placed the hoodie in his arms. Freezing wasn’t going to be an option, and you would make sure of it.

“You sure?” John quirked a brow at you. He was probably going to refuse your offer and say something about you getting cold, but you didn’t care. 

“Shh, just take it.” You assured him, smiling softly at him and waving your hand dismissively. Without another word, he slipped it over his head. His usual cocky attitude had been set to the side for now, so he complied.

You linked an arm around his, taking his hand in yours. His hand was warm like it always was, even with the chill of the night. You two walked down the beaten down dirt trail, deeper into the woods. The moon shined brightly enough for you to be able to see where you were going, but not without stepping on the occasional stick or dead leaf.

You let a comfortable silence hang between you two for a few minutes, for John’s sake. But soon your concern got the best of you, and you were tempted to know what exactly had happened.

“Johnny, baby. You wanna talk about things?” You turned to look at him as you walked along the trail. You were fully prepared for him to say no, it was understandable considering how quiet he’d been thus far.

“Maybe… I don’t know. Jus’ give me a minute, maybe…?” He let out a deep sigh, running a hand through his hair. 

“You don’t have to, just thought you might want to.” You squeezed his hand, reassuring him that he didn’t have to talk about what happened with his dad. 

“No, no, I think I want to. Could help since it’s you.” He squeezed your hand back. You couldn’t help but smile at what he said. Ever since he started opening up about what he went through, he seemed a little less uptight. Around you at least. But sometimes you notice it with other people, too.

He nudged you with elbow, motioning to something in the distance you two had been approaching. A look of surprise and confusion came across your face as you looked at the old, dilapidated house in front of you. How had you never noticed this before? You supposed you and John had never walked this far into the forest, but still. It was odd.

“Wanna check it out?” He asked. There was that little sense of adventure back in him. You smiled at him, leading him towards the house.

“Oh hell, why not. We could crash here if there aren’t any squatters that beat us to it.” You approached the old wooden door, pushing it open with ease. You cringed at the way its hinges creaked and groaned. It was an awful sound, but you toughed it out.

You called out, trying to see if anyone was there already. John checked a couple rooms, finding no one. With the confirmation that nobody else would interrupt you two, you sat on the floor, against the wall in the main room.

“Alright, c’mere.” You waved John over, letting him sit in front of you between your legs. He was facing away from you so he could lean back into you, letting you hold him tightly. You sighed contentedly, just relieved that he was in your arms instead of in his house.

“So,” You began. But before you could say anything else, John held up a finger to signal for you to pause. You obliged him, closing your mouth. You watched him pull out his cigarettes and lighter. He flicked the lighter to life, pressing the flame to the end of a cigarette. Once he was certain it was lit, he put his lighter back in his pocket and brought the cigarette to his lips. He took a long drag, closing his eyes as he took in the warmth of the smoke.

He exhaled after a moment, leaning back onto your chest with a sigh. You wrapped an arm around him as he took a few more drags. He leaned into your touch, which only made you want to hold him tighter.

“So,” John’s voice was firmer this time. He was grounded now, bordering on relaxed. It was an unfortunate coping mechanism to have, but smoking really did seem to help him.

“As you could definitely already tell, the old shitbag hit me again.” He sighed. You nodded in understanding, not really surprised but livid nonetheless. You didn’t show how pissed off that made you, John had probably already been around enough pissed off people today. Instead, you rubbed his arm soothingly.

“Can I ask what it was about this time?” You wanted to be considerate of him still. This was fresh, you weren’t going to press him for a story. You wouldn’t have to though, as he nodded in response.

“I was makin’ dinner; didn’t feel like going out and getting something. Not too sure I got the cash for it either…” He sighed again, more smoke in his exhale. “The fucker comes up behind me all like 

‘Oh look at you bein’ independent. Man of the fuckin’ house, huh?’, 

and y’know I could tell he was drunk.” He paused to take another drag of his cigarette. The impression of his father was pretty accurate, you had to admit.

“And I’m just standing there, tryna do my shit. I say

 ‘Dad, I’ve got a burner on. Don’t try anything.’, 

‘cause I don’t want him to burn the fuckin’ house down.” He ran his hand through his hair again before letting his hand settle on top of yours. He interlocked your fingers, settling them back on his stomach. You kept his hand in yours as you listened to him.

“Then he goes 

‘You know it’s a shame you gotta be so butchy ‘bout everything. If you weren’t playin’ pretend all the time, you could make some guy real fuckin’ happy. Least I could be proud of ‘ya for bein’ a wife, not whatever the fuck you’re doin’ to yourself.’” 

John repeated his father’s words, laced with just as much cruelty as the man who first said them. The words of his father disgusted you, and you could tell things would quickly go south from here.

John went on. “So I say 

‘Dad, don’t say that.’ 

And then he grabs the back of my shirt, throws me backwards, like, away from the stove. And he just starts yellin’ at me, saying all this shit about how he’d treat me better if I was normal. If I just dropped the act and lived like everyone else does.” Johns voice got a little quieter as he spoke. You could tell this got to him. It hit him like a punch to the gut. 

You knew he hated the idea of getting hitched, even if he got to be a man in the relationship. Too many outside opinions and expectations, he said. 

You cringed at his father’s mention of ‘dropping the act’. At this point, neither you or John had any doubts about yourselves or each other. It was hell existing as it was, but standing your ground about who you were was a whole other thing. You were proud of him for not suppressing who he was, but at the same time you couldn’t stand how he was treated for it.

“Mhm. God I hate that…” You agreed with him, letting him know you were still listening. He took another drag of his cigarette before continuing.

“So he gets me near the wall, like almost throws me against it. And I think that’s when my elbow got hit, now that I think about it. I don’t know, it’s a little blurry,” He paused to let out a small yawn. You could imagine how tired he was, with it still being the middle of the night. And the obvious.

“And I just wasn’t in the fuckin’ mood, right? So I didn’t say shit, didn’t look at him, nothin’. I kinda just took it so I could get it over with. And then he hit me." You knew that was coming but it still broke your heart to hear. The pained sound of his voice came through, you could tell he was so tired of his father. He was tired of all the shit this man put him through. You held John a little tighter, feeling a sudden surge of protectiveness over him. 

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry," Your voice held such sincerity. It was such a comfort to the man, who needed it desperately. Your soft way of speaking to him and the way you held him, coupled with the cigarette, had him feeling so far away from the situation. Like he was safe from it now, like nothing could even hurt him. You leaned down to press a kiss to his cheek, sweet and considerate.

"I've got you now, I can make it better." You assured him of your presence. Even though you could only temporarily make things better, you would try to ease his pain for as long as you possibly could. You ran your fingers through his hair methodically, occasionally playing with a few strands. The sensation could do wonders to put him at ease. You could feel him relax as he finished the last of his cigarette. He snuffed it into the ground beneath you, then flicked it away. He sighed, turning around slightly in your hold so he could face you.

"Hey. I love you. Don't forget it." He sounded a little more drowsy now, like he could fall asleep in your arms any minute.

You leaned it to place a soft, tender kiss on his forehead. A goodnight kiss of sorts. "I love you too. Never forgetting it. Ever." You couldn't help but smile as you saw his face again. He looked adorable, all tired and warm, like he felt safe. 

You'd stay happy like this for the night, holding John in your arms and protecting him. You'd be there again and again, no matter the reason. No matter how bad he was hurt, you'd be there to make it better.

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