#the past few days i wake up in the middle of the night but im able to go back to sleep fairly quickly. but i STILL feel exhausted.

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Thinking back to a post you once made about Aeon Sunday… Imagine being someone who knew Sunday in the past before his ascension, only to then receive the gaze of Aeon Sunday later in life

Oh my god. I love this. This is simultaneously creepy AND oddly romantic.

Theres a lot of possibilities for this – was reader sunday's crush? A suitor? Maybe just someone he shared small talk with and actually liked it more than usual? Ooohohoho

Im not sure if its yan or not, so i just kinda.. kept it variable(?)

This ones a bit longer because i desperatley need to wordvomti . Thanks.

Achieving an aeon's gaze is strange, your discipline, morals, ideals, lifestyle, something has to deeply resonate with their followed path. Let us assume Sunday is something similar to a "dreamlike" aeon [maybe it's mentioned in his boss form description, all i remember is the embryo of Philosophy ;;]

But again, it's not exactly stated how you'd be able to achieve an aeon's gaze; i still have no idea how acheron did it [IX is literally a black hole??], because i cant for the life of me read through those huge blocks of texts in the dialogue.

So lets say Sunday's able to pull his own strings and maybe even force you on that path. He's an aeon – who's stopping him?

Its the middle of the night, you're awake in bed, tossing and turning. It feels like something in your chest is pulling, a weird sensation you've been trying to put off. Your eyes are burning from the lack of sleep, but your mind seems restless. You try to calm yourself down and think about one thing and then another, one by one, until you remember Sunday. You wonder what was going through his mind, his in-between words in that one conversation, what he could have meant..

And like that, you fall asleep. Your bones sink into the bed, your weight relaxes into the pliant surface.

And then you awake. But somewhere else. It's not your bedroom – not the familiar ceiling, nor the corner of your room with piled clothes or a messy table. It's the cosmos, littered with stars. It's strange. You almost don't notice until you try to move – you're floating in space.

You turn, and he's there. That recognizable golden halo, stretching out into the dark expanse like the inside of a star plunging into the depths, golden eyes that peer down at you; with recognition, understanding, almost sympathy, and something you can't quite place. Your ribs ache and your lungs burn when you're reminded to breathe – this is the man you were thinking about before you slept.

You wake up, panting, shooting up in bed. The familiar space of your room greets you this time. The night is young outside your window ‐ not much time seems to have passed in that brilliant moment.

You were ready to chalk it up to a dream, like the ones where you feel like you're falling and wake up with a racing heart. But then you look down, and see a strange symbol on your body, something akin to an eye.

It seems you've earned his blessing to follow his path.

And even more? It seems like you're the first person to actually follow this path.

It's strange and isolating in a way. You can awaken from the sweetdream paradise your beloved Aeon seems to have put penacony under. You gain this strange, superflous, iridescent ghost of a halo, and you realise you can use it to communicate.

You can communicate with Sunday.

But a part of you finds it pointless. you can't understand what he's saying anymore; Aeons' existence transcends language. You can only hear whispers of people speaking to you, as though it's from the corner of a room, somewhere in the distance, with one barely audible male voice standing out in the whispering; it might be sunday's real voice, but you're not sure. At least, to some degree, you've managed to make out a few words.

Some words give you information. You can monitor the true handiwork of your aeon this way. Every person's dream — sweet, deep slumbers, exquisitely woven by deft fingers, all in 7 days. You figured this when you phased out of the dream, looking down at your own sleeping body and freaking out, when Sunday communicated with you for the first time, instantly calming you down. Dream. Woven. 7 days. Those words were evident in the cacophony of whispers.

Some words carry warnings. Or rather, they're not exactly words.

When your curious hands boldly trace the surface of a particularly fragile dream, you hear breathing. In close proximity, too, as if its right behind your ear. Sometimes, if you try to wake someone, you feel the breathing; warm, and languidly flowing down the back of your collar. You've chosen to not find out what happens when you don't listen.

Sometimes, when you decide to simply phase out of the dream to take a look at your own body in reality – you talk to Sunday. You tell him what you think, who you met in the dreamscape, what he can do to make it better [since.. well, you can't exactly do much to awaken anyone or oppose an aeon]. You assume he doesn't hear you, since you don't get your whispery response, but after you catch a few glimpses of your suggestions in the dreamscape, you realise he's just a good listener.

Perhaps, even if you may be the only follower of this path for now.. it may not be as isolating as you think.

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

Hi!! Can i request a hurt/comfort hotch x reader?

Reader is starting to feel lonely in the relationship cause for the past 2 months hotch has only been home for a week total and she really misses him. They haven’t had time to themselves cause even when hotch is in virginia he’s in the office and him getting called out on a case during his day off happens more often than the both of them want to. and even when they text and call it’s not the same.

anyway hotch comes home in the middle of the night after a case and he just finds reader on the sofa crying cause she just really misses her boyfriend and the two of them finally talk about it.

You have permission to break my heart with the angst and put it back together. I know its long and i have no clue if it made sense so im sorry😭😭 enjoy your day💕

༉‧₊˚. 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭 || 𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐞𝐫

― pairing: aaron hotchner x plus size!reader

― summary: you knew that being with aaron meant that his job came first, you just hadn't realized how badly it would actually affect you. now, your life and love is on the line.

― warnings: ANGST ANGST ANGST!!! you have been warned!, thoughts of breaking up, established relationship, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, hints of depression.

― wc: 905

⋆ a/n: my first long fic back being angst LMAOOOO. i'm not going to lie, writing this kind of bummed me out a bit but that's how i knew it was going to be good LOL. but never fear, i got a few smutty things in the works, so keep a silly little eye out for that!! i love you guys so so much and thank you for your request!

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The room felt melancholic. Empty. 

The sounds of laughter that had once bounced off of the walls of your home now rang silently, one of the only people that knew of the joy that once made your house a home was long gone on a case right now.

You don’t know what to do. How could you last like this? How could your relationship? How could Jack?

Jack, the precious little boy that you had taken under your wing even before you and Aaron had ever made it official. You knew he missed his father dearly, but with every large life milestone the boy had completed, Aaron had missed out on. It had gotten to the point where Jack doesn’t bother to ask you if he could call his dad to tell him about it, because nine times out of ten, he knew that Aaron wouldn’t answer.

So now as you sit here on the couch in the dark with your head in your hands, you can’t help but think that maybe this was it, that it was time to consider the very dreaded other option. 

You tried your best to make your relationship with Aaron work, God did you try, but having to sit there and endure weeks of radio silence, of not knowing whether or not he was alive was excruciating. When he did have time to text or call you, every conversation was more and more distant. 

Hot tears rolled down your cheeks, and your bottom lip trembled. You crossed your arms and placed them on your knees where you leaned on them, staring out into the abyss of your dimly lit living room. You had just put Jack to sleep, and you didn’t want to risk waking him up.

Your eyes solemnly scaled the walls where the pictures of your little family hung, frames upon frames of happy smiling faces. 

What happened?

It was the fact you were absolutely drowning in your thoughts that you didn’t hear your front door unlock – something that your boyfriend would deeply frown upon. 

Aaron wasn’t surprised to find the apartment quiet, what he was surprised to find was your silhouette illuminated by a single lamp. What really set off the alarms in his brain was your shivering shoulders, which could only mean one thing.

“Sweetheart?” His deep voice pierced the thin air hovering above you. You just shook your head, any happiness that would have left your mouth died in your throat, the words leaving you was, “We have to talk.”

You hated doing this, but who’s to say he won’t get called in tomorrow? No, you had to do this now.

Aaron felt his heart fall into his stomach as he made his way over towards you, gently sitting down on the cushion next to yours, almost as if he was afraid to scare you.

“Of course. Are you okay?” He inquired in concern. You just shook your head again. “This isn’t working, Aaron.” The pain lacing your voice was unmissable. “What?” He’s completely caught off guard, because this was the last thing he’d expected to come home to.

“I can’t do this anymore… unless – unless we can figure something out but even then I-” He rushes to grab your hand, and it lays limp and cold in his warm and calloused one. “Honey please, what’s wrong? Tell me what I can do.” Holy shit, he’s panicking. 

“You’re never here anymore! I - I can’t remember the last time in the past two months that we’ve been able to have any alone time together! Most of the time you’re either gone in a whole different state or stuck in the office!” You couldn’t stop the word vomit from leaving, all kinds of emotions that had been kept dormant finally coming up to the surface.

You heaved out a deep breath, your body slumping in defeat. “Did you know that Jack learned how to ride a bike today?” You asked quietly. “No.” Aaron gulped, “I didn’t.”

A heavy silence settled between the two of you.

“What do you need me to do?” Finally, you looked at him.

There were unshed tears in your eyes, “What I want you to do, you can’t make it happen.” His eyebrows furrowed. “You want me to quit my job?”

“No,” You said with a disbelieving laugh. “I just want you to be there.”

“Who says I can’t do that?” His head tilts, his eyes boring into yours, desperately trying to read you. It was like his profiler skills didn’t exist. “Every time you’ve had a day off you’ve been called into the office one way or another.” Your tone is hopeless, like your situation can’t be helped. 

With a harsh squeeze of your eyelids, the tears began to fall, but Aaron was quick to swipe them away.

“Honey, look at me,” He cups the side of your cheek, his thumb brushing away the liquid. Hesitantly you did, and you instantly fell victim to the warmness of his irises. “I will fix this, because I am not losing you. My behavior has been completely unacceptable, and I swear that I will be here for you and Jack more consistently, I promise.”

“How do I know if this won’t happen again?

“I’ll make sure of it.” 

It was the finality in his voice that fizzled out the anxiety in your gut, setting your nerves at ease.

“Don’t make me regret this, Hotchner.”

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Leave Her Out Of This

This is a new Nick Amaro imagine from SVU, requested by a lovely anon. I loved this idea and I hope you will all like it. Any feedback is always lovely to get.

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Summary: Nick comes back to work but he can't contain himself when he finds his wife up on their board of victims. He won't have the team dragging up her past and upsetting her.

Enjoy.

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"Hey stranger, how are you?"

A tired smile formed on Nick's face when he sluggishly walked into the squad room, trying not to drag his feet behind him and act a little more human today.

"Better," He felt much better than he did last week when he went off sick. He had barely been able to keep his eyes open and when he started to run a fever, Olivia sent him home. They didn't need him collapsing on the job or crumbling behind his desk when he wasn't well.

It had been oddly strange for Nick to spend five full days at home with (Y/n) and not have to set an alarm or wake up to a phone call in the middle of the night asking him to come in. He didn't get one call or message or even a voicemail asking for his help or for him to come back and it was the weirdest feeling in the world. The team must have realised how run down he felt to not message him at all.

He didn't feel one hundred percent just yet, but he felt better than he had done and he was well enough to come back.

Spending a few days between the bed and the couch had done him a lot of good, and being with his wife just made him feel that much better.

As he approached his desk, Nick shrugged off his overcoat and draped it on the back of his chair. He didn't want to sit down just yet because he knew if he did, he wouldn't be likely to get up again. It was best for him to keep moving and keep busy to wake himself up.

"So, what have we got?" His hands fell to his hips and he took a sweeping look around, waiting for someone to tell him what the plans were. They had just finished up on a case last week when Nick went off sick. He didn't know if they had a new case yet, if they had a victim to talk to or if they had a big case building up that they needed to work on.

"We're building up an old case with three new victims. Come see what we've got, then we can head out and speak to the latest vic."

Amanda waved a file in the air towards Nick before she got up from her desk and beckoned him to follow her.

He had missed the beginning of this case opening back up, but he could jump in and help since they hadn't spoken to any of the latest victims yet. They needed the usual statements, witnesses, coroborating stories and alibis. It was going to be a busy few days around the station.

Nick could feel himself wishing he was back home already and he had barely been here two minutes. But he tried to push those feelings down as he followed Amanda past the desks and towards the back of the squad room where the computers and the crime boards were.

They had been busy.

"New vics on the right, old ones on the left. We're still searching for more potential vics."

"So, what's the case?" Nick leaned back and sat down on the edge of the table as his arms folded over his chest and he studied the new victims. They always had better chances with new victims, old ones had the statue of limitations hanging over their heads and memories could change and fade and warp. Details could be missed as well.

"Glad to see you back," Olivia commented as she approached the boards and started pointing. "Local parish priest, Jonathon. Three girls between ten and fifteen have come forward with allegations of abuse. Looking back, we've found six previous victims, Finn is still searching for any others. He takes them under his wing, gets them helping in church after school, then progresses to attack them repeatedly."

A wave of unease washed over Nick as he tried his best to listen to what Olivia was saying. But it was hard to concentrate when a familiar sense of knowing lingered in the back of his mind and he could feel his skin starting to prickle with goosebumps.

It was as if there was an invisible hand in front of him that reached through his chest and fisted around his heart when he dared to look over at the board on the left.

Oh God no.

No, that wasn't fair. This couldn't be right.

A subtle trembling set in over Nick's body and he found himself pushing off the table to take a few steps closer to the board he was now inspecting.

It was the same man. It was the same priest. The one Nick fortunately had never met, but had heard all about over the course of a decade. This was the man that Nick had envisioned countless times when he laid awake in the dead of night, unable to sleep or think or do anything but wonder what he was like and if he had been caught out.

"…Are you familiar with the old cases?" Olivia kept her voice quiet because it seemed like Nick was caught up in a trance he couldn't break out of.

He was stood right in front of the board of old victims, but it didn't make sense. Nick wasn't old enough to have been there to work on the old cases. If he was familiar with them, it would have to be due to a fairly recent victim or because he knew someone else who had worked on this case before.

Nick's fingers twitched at his sides and his right hand jerked up before he managed to control himself and drop his hands back to his sides. He let his hands clench into fists until his short nails were puncturing into his palms, creating deep crescent moons in the skin.

"Yeah… I… I need a coffee." He turned on his heels and backed away from the board before he did something he shouldn't.

He made his way through towards the cells and moved to the small kitchen at the side. He needed a coffee to wake up and calm himself down.

His wife was on that board.

Trembles set in through his hands when he tried to pour some fresh coffee into a takeaway cup. He spilt more on the side than he got in the cup and he added three sugars to try and settle his system and his nerves.

They had (Y/n)'s picture up on that board. They had gone raking through past cases and old reports and they had dug out (Y/n)'s file.

While he had been off, they had found the few reports (Y/n) had made when she was younger.

That was why Nick knew this case back to front, he knew what that priest was capable of because it had happened to his wife. Nick knew (Y/n) had made at least three separate reports to the police, but because her parents thought so highly of the priest and didn't believe her, nothing was done. (Y/n) had no evidence of abuse and the police wouldn't file charges or make an arrest on a man of God. Not unless they had solid evidence and more witnesses.

The other girls who came forward didn't have solid cases either. Nothing was done about it.

"So, what do you know about this case, anything we can use?"

Nick glared daggers down into his cup when he trailed back towards the table and heaved down into one of the chairs opposite the boards. He slouched back and crossed one leg over the other, but he couldn't stop staring up at that board.

(Y/n) looked so young. The picture had to be her when she was thirteen or fourteen. There was something in her eyes that made Nick's stomach churn. A desperate need to be listened to; they were made of glass that was splintering and about to break. The world was hidden within those eyes that had seen far too much for someone so young.

"He grooms them first… makes them feel comfortable, preys on any family issues. He usually makes them give confession before he tries anything, then he had a hold over them. Sick fucker."

His eyes stayed on the brown paper cup in his hand that was slowly burning into his skin, creating a delicious tension that made Nick feel calmer.

He knew what the priest did, from what (Y/n) said, his motives became very clear. He wormed his way into their lives and made sure he knew their friends and family and that everyone liked him enough to never believe any of these accusations. He made the girls feel vulnerable and like they would be defying God and going against everyone if they ever spoke out.

Nick couldn't help himself, he couldn't help but look up at that picture again. He wasn't used to seeing photos of (Y/n) from when she was younger, she didn't have many photos she liked that didn't plague her with bad memories. And after she left home and went to college where she met Nick, she cut off ties with her parents. They didn't support her, they didn't help her and whether or not a small part of them believed what she had gone through, they still did nothing about it.

(Y/n) didn't want to be around them anymore when they had let her down so badly.

"I want you both to go over the old victims with Finn, get new statements, any details we can use to make a new case. The statute of limitations may have run out, but some of these girls did make reports and file complaints and we can use those."

No!

No, they were not doing this. They were not going to victimise (Y/n) all over again and put her through that trauma. Nick wouldn't allow it.

No good would come of this, he had consoled too many victims who couldn't put the past behind them. He had talked to so many victims and all of them felt worse after re-living events like this. Getting justice may help, but the process to do that didn't. No one was doing this to his wife.

Nick wouldn't see (Y/n) tell her tale to more people when she had been through it before. She had talked to her parents. She had gone through every event with the police. She had relived it when she opened up to Nick about what she had been through. She wasn't doing that again.

"Amanda, I want you to start with-"

Olivia took a step away from the board and leaned back when Nick suddenly got up. He rounded the side of the table and before either of them could speak, he slammed his hand down on the board.

Nick snatched the picture of (Y/n) from the board, tearing a crease in the top left corner where it didn't come apart from the blue tac properly. His chest heaved and his shoulders strained against his shirt as he stared down at the picture he desperately wanted to tear up into pieces but couldn't. This wasn't the girl that Nick knew. This wasn't the woman he had fallen in love with, this was a piece of her past he had seem glimpses of but never ventured into.

This was the part of (Y/n) that she wanted to bury and forget and Nick would do absolutely anything in his power to do that for her.

He reached down and snatched the eraser on the bottom of the board and set a fast pace, scrubbing the black marker from the board. He wiped away his wife's maiden name, her date of birth and the dates of her attacks. He cleaned away the information about her allegations and what she had gone through.

He wiped the slate clean, wishing this could rebound into her life and smudge away her past so it never happened.

"We have five old victims, not six. You don't use this one."

Amanda leaned back in her seat and twirled her pen between her fingers. They had gone through all these victims and they all seemed credible. He couldn't just walk in and wipe them clean and demand no one talk to them or use their statements.

"Nick, we've got statements that coroborate her story, she's a good lead-"

"She's my wife."

Silence fell over the end of the squad room just as Finn walked through with a thin paper file in his hands. No one had anything to say to that. What were they supposed to say? What were they supposed to do now?

For a few more seconds, no one spoke. All eyes landed on Nick as he stood in front of the board, his short nails puncturing holes into the eraser in his hand. His biceps strained against his sleeves from how tense he was holding himself. The veins in his neck started to push out and come on display and his jaw ground down so deeply the muscles around his neck and chin began to flex.

"Nick, I'm so sorry." Olivia held her hands in front of her and started to move the ring around her finger. "You know the way this goes, we comb through old victims to find things to help put this man away. We can leave (Y/n) down to you, we won't go near her-"

"No, you won't. You don't get it, (Y/n) went through all of this and she didn't get help. It's too late for her now, she doesn't want anything to do with this so we get this guy with the victims and the evidence we do have. No one goes near my wife, don't even mention her in any part of this."

They couldn't force their way into (Y/n)'s life.

She was done with this. It was a decade ago and (Y/n) was trying to move on. Some victims couldn't move on unless they had closure, but (Y/n) didn't feel that way. She tried to get help, she moved on, she got her life together and she was finally somewhere that she was happy and proud and pleased with herself. No one was going to run in and ruin that for her.

Testifying or making statements and reliving everything was going to burden (Y/n) and make her feel down and drag her all the way back down when she had done so well putting herself back together. If they caught this guy, great, (Y/n) could rest easy knowing no one else would get hurt.

But at the end of the day, (Y/n) was a victim, she didn't have to think of anyone else. She had tried to help, she had done her part in this. They had her statements and her files, that was all they needed from her, talking to her wasn't going to help her.

"We've got five other victims, surely that's enough?" Amanda rolled her lips into a thin line and looked over at Olivia for confirmation.

If this was Amanda's significant other, she would feel the same way. She wouldn't want the team going to talk to her partner ot combing through their life to pick it apart and get them to retell their story. She would want her partner as far away from this mess as possible and Amanda could see where Nick was coming from.

Did they really need (Y/n) if they had the rest of these girls and their case would be built solidly around the new victims?

"Nick, are you sure this is what (Y/n) wants?"

"It took her months to open up to me, she doesn't want to keep living this nightmare. Liv… she's pregnant, you think stressing her out is a good idea right now? I know everything, whatever questions you have, I can answer. Leave her out of this."

His hand planted down on his hip, crushing his wife's picture against his trouser leg while his other hand moved to cup his chin. He scratched his nails down his jaw and rubbed until it felt like he was going to tear off a layer of skin.

This was what (Y/n) wanted, Nick knew that and he knew what would go through his wife's head when she found out about the investigation.

She would want nothing to do with this.

If they spoke to her about this, it would drag up all the past and send her spiralling down when she was finally back to a good place in her life. She wasn't having nightmares or sleepless nights anymore. She wasn't afraid to be around other people and she didn't flinch when in close contact with others.

Since the moment Nick met her back in college, he had done everything he could to help her. He moved at her pace, let her slowly open up to him over the course of almost eight months. They worked through things together, he had been there when she went to therapy and every part of her recovery, Nick had tried to be there by her side.

And (Y/n) was six and a half months pregnant now.

They were finally at a place in their lives where (Y/n) felt happy and able to start a family and have the life she always wanted. With Nick.

(Y/n) was even going to church with Nick and his family now. After everything she had gone through, she was going to church and keeping some of the little faith she had left. This case would set her back years in her recovery and when this went to trial, (Y/n) would undoubtedly be near her due date.

There was no chance in Hell that Nick would let Barba put his pregnant wife up on the stand and risk stressing her out and pushing her into labour.

It wasn't worth the risk.

***

Nick could feel all the energy draining out of him as he dragged his feet and plodded up the stairs. His fingers worked at the buttons on his sleeves and he rolled them up to his elbows as his chin tucked down into his chest and he sighed.

He could feel all the energy dwindling away from him like someone was draining him down to twenty percent. Less than a week back at work was draining him to his last reserves and he felt like he would be taking another week off sick as he still wasn't fully recovered yet.

He had shed his blazer jacket the moment he walked through the door and as he reached the top of the stairs, Nick undid the tie from his collar and whipped it off from around his neck.

"Carino?" He leaned in the bedroom and tossed his tie on the bed before he turned around and headed back into the hallway when he saw the room was empty.

A soft smile pulled at his tired lips when he noticed the light was on in the spare room.

When he poked his head around the door, he let his arms fold over his chest and he leaned his body into the door frame. One leg crossed over the other and his smile softened into something sweet as his eyes locked on his wife.

(Y/n) was sat cross-legged on the floor in the middle of the room with small piles of clothes surrounding her. Blankets stacked up near her right knee, onesies and vests in front of her and the few handmade boots she had made sat proudly in front of her legs.

"You've been busy," Nick's quiet comment caused (Y/n) to lift her head and when her eyes locked on him, she bit down no her lip, obscuring a charmingly sweet smile that made his heart melt.

She placed down the boots in her hand and ran her hands along her knees, but her heart sped up and she pressed her lips together tightly when she watched her husband. He seemed to grin down at her before something caught his eye and he tilted his head back. His eyes swept around the room a few times before his head turned to the left and he looked over the wall beside him.

"Have you painted again?" The sigh was visible in the way his chest puffed out then deflated. Nick moved away from the doorframe and took a few steps into the room so he could look up at the walls.

They had painted the first coat on the walls two days before he went off sick from work. They spent the next few days lounging around the house with Nick too tired and run down to do anything. And when he had gone back to work, he didn't think about the second coat of paint that the walls needed. The room was a very pale shade of grey that had hints of lilac mixed in. It was a neutral colour since they were keeping the gender a secret.

"Maybe," (Y/n) tilted her head down and shrugged when Nick huffed.

"And you thought it would be safe to get up on the ladder without me home? What if you fell?"

If she wanted to paint, Nick would of preferred (Y/n) just painted the part of the walls she could reach and leave the skirting edges at the ceiling for him to do. He didn't like the thought of her getting up on a ladder without him here, especially when she was home alone. If she fell or hurt herself or knocked herself out she wouldn't have a way to get help.

(Y/n) lifted her head when Nick crouched down in front of her, being mindful of the clothes she was trying to sort out and had piled around her like a circle of protection.

Her lips curved up and a shiver ran down her spine when his hand cupped her chin so he could plant a soft kiss on her lips.

"Sorry… I got the crib out too but I got a bit sidetracked." She let her eyes dance across to the side of the room before she looked back at Nick and gently traced her hand across his neck.

She could feel the growl that vibrated through his shirt and up his neck which made his jaw shudder. He leaned forward to steal another kiss before his eyes locked on the right side of the room. The crib should have been flat-packed and still in the box he had leant up against the wall. Instead, the instructions were on the floor beneath the window, the tool box was at the ready and all the pieces were set out into rows very neatly.

"You know that's my job, you should be resting."

He spoke against her lips, letting each word fan across her dark lips before he gave in to temptation and kissed her again, pulling her lower lip between his teeth. He didn't want (Y/n) doing everything and he didn't want her overworking herself when his back was turned and he left the house.

"Come on, I think you've earned a break." Nick moved his hands round until he was holding the back of (Y/n)'s elbows and he let her hands fall on his shoulders.

He slowly eased her up to her feet with him but his brows raised and his eyes widened when (Y/n) leaned forward. Her hands moved from his shoulders to wrap around his neck and her face buried forward in his chest near his collar bone.

A tender look crossed his face and his lips quirked into a sideways smile as (Y/n) leaned forward into him. He slid his hands down to her waist and planted his hands flat on her lower back with his arms pressing lovingly into her sides. Nick held her against his chest for a little while with his cheek pressed on the top of her head.

He began to sway them from side to side as if soft music was lulling in the background.

His hand moved to rub up and down her back and his other hand slid further down to cup her bum while he pressed his lips longingly to the top of her head. They stayed like that for another minute or more, but Nick could feel his smile starting to fade when (Y/n) didn't let him go.

She tightened her arms around his neck when he tried to lean back to look down at her.

"Carino… is everything okay?" The words vibrated through her hair and he pressed another kiss against her temple while his hand stopped against the middle of her back. His thumb began to glide up and down over the back of her shirt but he kept swaying them from side to side to try and keep the serenity around them.

"Did you see the news today?"

(Y/n)'s voice came out as quiet as a whisper on the wind but she didn't want to pull away. Not yet. She could feel the first few buttons of Nick's shirt were undone and she nuzzled her nose against his chest until she could rest her cheek against his bare skin, nudging his shirt out the way.

"No, we were driving round town all day doing interviews, why? What did it say?" Nick had been driving for the best part of his twelve hour shift and when he wasn't in the car, he was asking questions and taking down notes. Two out of the five previous victims they were talking to had refused to talk to them and clammed up when they arrived.

It hadn't been a very productive day and Nick was glad to be home. He didn't have time to watch the news.

"A reporter has confirmation that… that a priest in the area is under suspicion of sexual allegations… it's him."

(Y/n) kept her face buried into Nick's chest and she felt the sharp breath he took and how his stomach tensed and pulled inwards against her. His hand pressed down deeper into her back and he tilted his head so he could rest his chin on top of her hair.

As soon as she saw it on the news, (Y/n) hurriedly turned the tv off. She didn't dare turn it back on after that and when she did, she had gone straight to the movie channels so no news would pop up.

(Y/n) didn't want to listen or read whatever they were spouting. She didn't want to see his picture pop up on the screen and remind her of the nightmares she had tried to forget. She didn't need his face back in her memory when she had finally started to forget what he looked like and in her dreams, he appeared as a faceless blurr.

Nor did (Y/n) want to hear what he was accused of and hear how old the other girls were. She didn't need to be reminded that this predator was still out on the streets because no one had taken her seriously or listened to her as a teenager.

"The case landed on Liv's desk when I went off sick. I have to work the case and look into it." Nick knew he needed to tell (Y/n), but he thought he would have another few weeks before any reports got leaked and the media found out what and who they were investigating. He wanted to sit (Y/n) down and calmly tell her about this so she had some forwarning instead of finding out like this.

He felt the shudder than ran through her body and seemed to pass right into him. He could feel the sharp breaths she took but instead of pulling out of his arms, she held him tighter. (Y/n) unlocked her arms from his neck and slid her hands down so she could loop them beneath his arms and bound them tightly around his chest.

"Do I… Nick, I don't wanna…" Tears burned in the corners of (Y/n)'s eyes as she finally pulled back enough to look up at him.

Her chin pressed down into his chest so her head could tip back and stare up at her husband. She could see the emotions pooling deep in his brown eyes and his lips parted for a few seconds while he tried to think of something to say.

"Shh, carino it's okay. You don't have to do anything, I swear. You're not part of this investigation, no one will talk to you and you're not going anywhere near that trial when it starts."

His hand moved up from her bum and curled loosely around the back of her neck so he could lean down and smother his lips against her forehead. He could feel the heat radiating from her skin and the light trembling that settled in her bones. This is what he was afraid of. This is what Nick tried to tell the team. He knew (Y/n) like the back of his hand and he knew she wouldn't want any part of this.

"Really?" (Y/n) hated how much her voice wobbled and her nails dug into Nick's back when he replaced his lips with his temple against hers.

As soon as it came on the news, (Y/n) had fought hard not to go into a panic and she stopped herself from going down to the station to talk to Nick. She didn't want to bother him at work but to distract herself, she had spent the day in the nursery. The thought of their impending baby had been a great distraction to (Y/n), she painted the nursery, got the crib out into sections and started on the clothes.

(Y/n) didn't want to testify.

She didn't want to open up to anyone else about the torment she had gone through as a teen. She didn't want the sympathy looks she got from others and she didn't want the people her husband worked with to look at her like that or hear the gruesome details of her abuse.

It happened a long time ago and (Y/n) wanted to move on. She and Nick were happy, they were having a baby and starting their family together; this was the last thing they needed.

"Really. For you, this is over. That shit on the news has nothing to do with you Carino."

"Do they know?"

The pain in her voice was more than clear and it made Nick's lungs seize up. He wanted to tell her no. He wanted to say the team had no idea what she had gone through, but he could never lie to her.

None of their friends knew what (Y/n) had gone through and Nick's family only found out a few small details after they got engaged. While she had been his girlfriend, his family had no idea what she had gone through and all Nick disclosed to his parents and sister was that (Y/n) had gone through a degree of abuse as a teenager. He didn't say an specifics or who it had involved, when, where or how long for.

They knew the basics and only what they desperately needed to know. That was how they both wanted it to be.

(Y/n) leaned her head to the right when both Nick's hands moved to cup her face. His thumb swiped across her cheek and cleared away a tear that started to fall and he tipped her head down so he could press a longing kiss to her forehead.

"They had your name and the old reports. I took it down before they could look any further into it. As far as they're concerned, your name's been erased."

Nick was glad he got to the board before any of the team looked through all of (Y/n)'s case files and before they got to speak to her. As far as the team were concerned, when Nick scrubbed (Y/n)'s name off the board, he was erasing her from the entire investigation.

Olivia had agreed not to tell Barba that they had a sixth past victim. They hadn't told him that they had a victim who refused to speak to them, they hadn't told him Nick had a personal link to this investigation. As far as everyone else knew, (Y/n) wasn't involved in this, her name wouldn't come up. And now she was married to Nick, her last name was officially Amaro and had been for the last two years. She wasn't connected to this case anymore.

"You have nothing to worry about, carino. Okay?"

The small, tepid smile that graced (Y/n)'s lips was enough to calm her down and stop her from falling into floods of tears. She nodded her head in his hands and reached up to grip his wrists, as if silently telling him not to dare let go.

She pushed up on her toes and connected their lips, mumbling a quiet 'thank you' into his mouth which he swallowed up as he devoured her lips.

"Anything for you, carino."

[literaila]

HI! Would you want to write about tasm peter and a reader who is in a band?? I have realized on character ai that I can just tell characters that I'm in a band and I love to see their reaction. I just love the idea of being one of those cool people that play and sing

THANK YOU!!

singing

tasm!peter x reader

a/n: i know nothing about bands but i do know lots about singing in the shower

*

peter enjoys standing by the sink—pretending to brush his teeth—while you’re singing in the shower (even though you deny it every time he brings it up). he’ll run the water softly and take extra precautions over the health of his teeth. his dentist will be pleased.

he’s used to your voice. you sing everything.

you sing while you’re cleaning, or when you’re cooking dinner for the two of you. you’re always singing along to buzzing music when he meets you at your favorite coffee shop every thursday for lunch. you sing when putting your shoes on, and when dabbing at a fresh cut on his face.

you make up ridiculous songs about the things you’re doing, and laugh when peter walks in the room like you hadn’t noticed he was there. you change your voice and dance along and, honestly, peters not even sure if you’re aware you’re doing any of it.

he loves it all; if he knew as much music as you did, or was any less tone deaf, he would gladly sing along, and for once be apart of the sweet serenading rather than just flushing every time he knows you’re singing a song about him.

peter could listen to you and your voice and your silly little songs for days on end.

but he’s come to love you singing his name the most.

when you’re the first to wake up in the morning, and peter can feel you hum his name onto the skin of his cheek while you kiss him. when he comes home from a late night and you’re still awake, still happy to see him, and smile while you sing like he’s been away for longer than just a few hours.

when you’re messing with him, sing-songing peter just so he’ll frown at you. or when he interrupts you in the middle of your singing, his name becoming a slightly off pitch, slightly surprised exclamation.

if peter walks in the door and you’re not singing, then something is very wrong.

he’s listening to you now, adding toothpaste to his toothbrush for the second time. just to be safe.

when he hears the water turn off, he frowns and a dribble of minty spit falls from his mouth.

you startle when you open the shower door, eyes bright and skin glowing from the water. “peter,” you say—hum—soft and harsh. “why are you just standing there?”

peter mumbles something incoherent through his toothbrush.

you shake your head, but your lip twitches. “we talked about this. i’m tired of having to pick up new toothpaste every other week.”

peter grumbles.

“if you really miss me that much,” you tell him, purposefully bumping into him while you grab lotion from the cabinet, “you can just join me.”

peter spits and frowns. “you don’t sing when we shower together.”

he watches you glance at him from the corner of your eyes.

“i think you mean to say that i don’t sing in the shower ever, peter. it’s okay, we all get confused.”

“i’ve been standing here for the past ten minutes. i heard your rendition of it’s all coming back to me.”

you tilt your head at him, reaching a moisturized hand to touch his temple. “did you hit your head a bit too hard yesterday?”

peter laughs. “i don’t know why you’re so weird about it. i love it.”

“because you’re confused, peter. that’s why.”

“im confused,” he nods solemnly, “about why you continue to deny this.”

you sigh dramatically, turning back to the mirror and beginning to hum again—which peter might point out just proves his point, but he’s a bit too distracted to notice.

he could listen to your voice all day, or he could stare at you, like right now. watching your eyelashes brush your cheek and your smile reach the tip of your nose. he could just admire the slight glow of your skin under the light, or the amusement you’re trying to keep out of your eyes.

he could just wait for you to sing his name again.

“yes, peter?” you ask, after he’s been staring at you for thirty seconds too long.

“i was just wondering if i could join your band?”

your brows furrow inward and you laugh at him, subconsciously leaning your body towards him, and indiscreetly staring back at him in the mirror.

“i play a mean triangle.”

you wince. “ooh, yikes. we just hired a new triangle player. i’ll let you know how it works out.”

peter pretends to think for a moment. “it’s also been said that i’m pretty good with my mouth—“

you push him, laughing as he pushes you back. “that so?”

he nods.

“are you sure?” you ask, sounding doubtful. peters brows furrow at your tone.

he starts to say something but you cut him off. “you know,” you say, voice sly and soft. “we do have one position we need to fill.”

“what?”

“a new muse, of course.”

*

[bravrdm]

I’ve been feeling very dark lately so here’s an interesting idea I had…

Azriel would do anything for his sweet little human wife.

He would kill anyone for his sweet little human wife.

Including the annoying fucking men who gamble and drink outside of your apartment at 2 am.

You slammed your book closed In anger, and adjusted your bonnet. absolutely fuming at the group of idiots who have been showing up in front of your apartment complex almost every night for the past month now.

They do absolutely nothing but drink,gamble,and scream at the top of their lungs.

It didn’t help that the past few weeks you kept waking up with your bonnet and headscarf halfway across the bed trying to escape in the middle of the night.

You complained yet again to your husband. The poor shadowsinger hated seeing you upset. He hated that after a long day of stressing you couldn’t even relax and finish your book.

“I’m sorry pet.” Azriel looked offer to his beautiful wife admiring he dark skin and drinking in her beauty.

You sighed, and clinched your hands tightly all the way to the bedroom. Something told Azriel that his response wasn’t sufficient enough to settle your nerves.

So after you finally drifted to sleep Azriel snuck his way out of the apartment and waltzed his way down the stairs stopping in-front of the gaggle of men throwing their fists around and chugging their liquor.

Azriel is always a gentleman when it comes to affairs involving his wife. He knew If he jumped straight to murder you would feel guilty once you found out.

He would hide it from you for as long as he could but you would find out eventually.You always do.

So after sauntering up to the gang of rowdy men he politely asked if they would quiet down.

Well, he asked as politely as he could be.

“Im guessing you are all aware of the time”

The group of men all turned to you husband, displeased to be interrupted.

“You know maybe if you put all this energy into getting a fucking job you all would actually have someplace to be instead of disturbing everyone else’s peace.”

The men were not pleased by his suggestion.

They approached Azriel at once prepared to fight for their rights to disturb the peace.

Azriel only cared about his wife’s peace and the look on you face as you stomped into the bedroom upset and unsatisfied with his empty apology.

That’s the only thing he cared about : pleasing you.

There was a philosopher who once said that going to be angry wasn’t good for your health.

It probably wasn’t good for your marriage either.

So he didn’t mind doing things like this.

For you he didn’t mind going out of his way even if it meant he would suffer for it.

Just like he didn’t mind killing the entire group of males in less than a few moments.

He didn’t mind chasing after one of the males that tried to get away either.

He certainly didn’t mind cleaning up the carnage that was left behind after the massacre.

And as he fished cleaning and soon climbed into bed after you, a strong sense of satisfaction filled his heart knowing his mate would never have to go to bed angry again.

Sorry if this shit was ass it’s been a while since I’ve written.

[im-just-a-boy-guys]

Naga bf that wakes up in the middle of the night, feeling very cold, and their human mate is right there, suffering from mild cold, feverish and super warm (asleep or not, it's up to you :3)

@slightly-knot-insane

NAGA/SNAKE HYBRID BF/ MASC/ X / ANY READER

I actually want a Naga bf so badly, @slightly-knot-insane . Ty.

(Just like usual, I'm going to do my best to make this gender/sex/size neutral (not ALL of my stories are byt yk. <3 if you have tips on how to do this better lmk <3)

(Imagine this but with purple instead of green :3)

I had been sick for the past week. It was a miserable cold, sinus blockage accompanied by cold sweats and excessive feverish shaking.

My boyfriend, Inferno, did his best to tend to me. He'd bring me soup and various things he thought would help. At night or any time I'd lay down to sleep, he'd wrap around me - his cold skin pressing desperately against my burning flesh.

It was one of the most relaxing feelings, and I couldn't help but keep as close to him as possible. Last night, however, he seemed extra needy, staying in bed with me all day, holding me there and telling me repeatedly to "Rest."

I woke to the moon shining brightly off of Inferno's beautiful, iridescent, purple scales. his pupils dilated as he watched me, my eyes opening softly to take in his appearance.

I could feel his cold tail creeping up my chin and gripping my ankle as my beloved stared deeply into my eyes. I pressed myself into his cold chest and sighed happily, melting against him.

Inferno ran his hands over my sides to my hips and dug his claws into me as herolled me over onto my side and gently pressed his newly found hardened cock against my panties, teasing himself into desperation for my wet warmth.

He'd been trying to contain himself while I was sick, but my constant fever drove him crazy.

He gripped the thin faneric and tore me out of my panties before thrusting his stiff length into my un-prepped hole. thankfully, his body made sure he was covered in his one lubrication before letting himself become fully erect enough to mate.

My beloved Naga couldn't resist letting his tongue lay against my skin. Sliding it all over my shoulder and neck, filling his senses with my scent and flavor.

His tail slinked up my leg further and gently rubbed over my clit as he plunged himself into me.

The violation was so unexpected but seemed well needed. My sinuses cleared slightly as we moved, and he held me tighter. I could feel his claws digging into tender flesh.

My body betrayed me and seemed to coat Inferno's length even more, making his movements much easier as he sped up. He breathed heavily over your shoulder and soon slipped his tongue down to your nipple, wrapping around it and flicking over it.

I panted and moaned, my breath syncing up with his as he moved inside of me. Within just a few minuites I was already squiriting on his cock, but he refused to stop, only throbbing in he as I rode out my orgasm.

"Oh my gooooood!", I whined, trying to press my hips back into the pleasure.

Inferno grunted in my ear before pinning me face down and ramming himself into me.

"Mine.." he groaned, pushing my face into the pillow. My hot breath was pushed back against my face as I felt his claws pressing against my skull.

His knot threatened to enter me, and he seemed to be trying to force it in.

"Im going to breed you - you've been driving me crazy-"

I tried to whine in protest and it only caused him to push me harder into the pillow, muffling my sounds.

I felt his cock throb against my walls and my body reacted well, contracting around him and gripping his length inside of me.

He pushed his knot into me and teased me, pulling his knot back against my g spot as he rode out his own orgasm, his hot, thick cum coating my walls.

The warmth felt amazing, and he just kept milking himself. I came harshly around him again as he pushed himself right up against my cervix screaming out.

We both breathed hard, and he laid across my back, holding onto me tightly.

We both laughed alittle as I moved my hair out of my face and cought my breath away from the pillow.

"You're going to be stuck for a second." After a moment he carefully worked his way out of me as his knot started to go down and curled around me, his tail wrapping around my lower calf as he spooned me.

Inferno rested his hand on my stomach and nuzzled my neck. "My beautiful mate."

I sighed and shook my head as I held his arms around me. I couldn't wait to be the mother to his children, however, that would play out.

(This one wasn't very long or descriptive but if you'd like a longer one let me know!)

[lethalchiralium]

No More | [7] | Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader

a/n: I AM SO SORRY IM TAKING FOREVER - mega thanks to @as-is-above-so-below for always delulu-ing with me

warnings: mentions of death, cancer, past trauma. cussing, cod and top gun canon violence is a given!

summary: You could hear the bells, calling you home as you sat in the plane. Even when Ghost kept you close, those bells beckoned - and not just for you. OR, you’re at the beck and call of the US Military.

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Eyes flickered to the alarm clock, the numbers blaring red - practically silently screaming 3:37AM.

You shouldn’t be whimpering.

He had sat up at 3:25, hoping you would wake from what seemed to be a bad dream and just roll over, grumble something about him stealing the blanket and fall back asleep. You didn’t even budge when he rested his hand on your chest to feel you breathe at 3:30. The whimpers began at 3:34, your arms moving to your chest as if to shield yourself, perhaps make yourself smaller.

He tried humming, whispering your name. He didn’t want to wake you, in the real morning was a long day and he had you up until way past midnight. There was just something that sounded like fear in the way you mumbled, the way fear began to curl around you like a deadly snake.

He was going to speak louder this time, but maybe make sure you wouldn’t try to kill him again. It was 3:38AM when his hands gently tucked your wrists into his one handed grasp.

“Love.”

Nothing but a silent murmur escaped your lips, eyes perfectly relaxed and still. Your arm jutted a bit, an eyebrow twitched but nothing more than the mumbling.

“Mercy.”

His hand rubbed soft circles into your collarbone and chest, the pads of his beaten hands worked softness into the skin of a martyr - you.

“Darling, c’mon.”

Gentle patting from his fingers, your eyebrows twitched a bit more. A twitch of your wrist and your eyes squeezed tight. With the hand holding your wrists, he rocked you gently, still speaking words louder than whispers.

“Mercy, c’mon, wake up.”

It was 3:41AM when you woke in a cold sweat, heart pounding and hands pressed together by a grip. Panic ran through your body as you pushed on the hand, even as you heard the soft,

“Y/N, it’s okay. It’s Simon. You’re okay.”

“Let-Let go-“ You whimpered, pushing more against Simon’s hands with your arms, but he was about to keep your wrists flush to the ratty t-shirt he had thrown on you earlier in the night.

“No, not until you calm down.” The hand rubbing circles on your chest ceased, settling in the middle of your chest to feel your rapid breaths. He had dealt with panic attacks like this for far too long, but sleeping next to you for as long as he has, he has never seen you wake up panicked. It was like the one before was the beginning of something.

Your hands stretched upwards, you tried to push them out of his grip but you couldn’t, you were trying to breathe but he wasn’t helping. “I-I can’t-“

“You can, love. Breathe f’me.” Simon would be lying if he said he didn’t take notes from what you did with him when he was like this. Get you to breathe, get you to listen to him, sit you up, get you something to drink. It was easy in theory - maybe not so much in practice for him. After a few moments, your chest rose for a while before you let out a long breath, trying to steady yourself. “Good, good girl.”

It only took a few more moments before you really calmed down, your heart still racing but that was fine enough for Simon. You knew he was there, you hopefully knew where you were, and you were calming down. Your eyes closed, you were breathing deeper when he finally let go.

“‘m sorry.” The voice that left your lips did not sound like your own, something that seemed to start become normal now. He knew you as a strong person, bold and fearless - it seemed like you had suddenly heard thunder and ducked under the covers, just like a little kid.

His hand gently patted your chest, one of your hands settled upon it. He breathed a little easier underneath his balaclava, knowing he could barely see you with the moonlight but he knew your face. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” His hand settled on your cheek, knowing exactly where it was. You sniffled, moving to kiss his palm.

“Let’s get ready to go now.”

Simon looked over to the clock. 3:45AM. You didn’t have to be at base until 5:30. He looked back to you, his thumb threaded across your cheek.

“Okay.”

•••

There was a moment when Ghost realized you had fallen victim to slumber on the plane ride to Miramar, California, and it was when your arms tightened around his without warning. He was staring at Soap, who had rolled over in his sleep thirteen times in the last ten minutes. Gaz was as still as a boulder so he had no need to worry about him falling off the seats. So, he looked down at you.

With Cerberus tucked into a ball at your feet, your face wasn’t contorted with pain or fear - you were calm. It was such a stark contrast to what he had witnessed in the early morning. He had never seen your gaze so wild, terrified; You were a trained killer, stoic and confident in your abilities. He has seen nothing faze you, absolutely nothing.

You were changed on that mission with the Ghosts, something came undone and he didn’t know how to fix it - how to fix you. The part that had come loose was something he’s never dealt with before, something you keep so close that it mirrored how closely he kept his secrets. It had been a year and almost nine months and it was growing more and more difficult to understand you; Especially now that he knows something’s wrong and he can’t help you the way he wants to, he knows you’re hurting and he has no remedy to take away your pain. All he wanted was to make you okay again, make you happy. Because this hollow shell was not you.

You were protecting yourself, just like he does. Rip apart the two beings and shield only one, letting the other take the bullet holes, take the hits, take the pain. Ghost protects Simon, Mercy protects you. You two were one in the same - fucked to all hell. Yet, he still hoped your hurt didn’t run as deep as his, that it’s something he can help you heal from. Lord knows what you’ve unconsciously done to help him heal.

He spent the rest of the flight watching over his fellow soldiers, noting that Alejandro was a soundless sleeper and that Soap kicked in his sleep when he was laying on his stomach. He always knew he was a snorer, them being friends and exes, having to sleep in the same bed sometimes during missions. Price only moved if he woke up, so seeing the man in the same position he had been for the last couple of hours meant he was out like a light. And of course, your hellhound was silent as he slept.

You usually made no sounds when you slept, only the occasional movement but the grip you had on his arm had never diminished since you had fallen asleep. It was unusual, it made Simon feel anxious. It worried him, especially the way you were terrified when you woke up in the night. By the time everyone had woken up when the plane landed, your hands had left his arm. He watched through hazel eyes as you stared at your pants, counting your equipment and keeping a hand on his knife in your thigh sheath; if he didn’t know better, he’d say it was a comfort. But it wasn’t, he knew it wasn’t - it was a reminder that you had physically hurt him, unconscious or not. And that he hurt you by pushing you away those weeks ago. It almost seemed like you two were bad for each other, two people who should get away from each other but can’t.

His gloved hand gently patted your lower back, you turned your head to look at him and the hair on the back of his neck stood up. The look in your eye was fear - something he has only seen in the dark of your shared bedroom.

“Y/N-“

“Mercy,” Price’s voice boomed from his seat towards the front of the plane, you were quick to stand. His hand instantly retracted to his side as Cerberus stood, instantly moving out of the way as Ghost watched you with intent when Price continued, “Laswell says the safe house isn’t cleared yet, got a place to lay low?”

“Lay low, sir?” You sort of chuckled as you slung your duffle over your shoulder. “This isn’t exactly a fully fledged mission.”

“It is your hometown.” He countered. “We’re here under the orders of the US Navy.”

You shrugged. “I mean, I do but I’ve got a bit of business before we head out.”

“Pray tell.” Soap snickered but Alejandro elbowed him in the ribs, muttering something in Spanish that you couldn’t quite hear.

“Anyway, look, keep your head down and don’t cause a scene. They’re a bit weird about foreigners.” Your eyes moved to Soap, who was biting his tongue to stop himself from bursting into laughter. The hand at your side was poked by Cerberus’s wet nose, you didn’t even glance.

“Isn’t that normal from Americans?” Gaz piped up, you shrugged.

“It’s more of that this is quite literally the best of the best American fighter pilots you’ll ever meet. They don’t like any outsiders, even if they are brothers in arms.” You moved away from Simon and towards the back of the plane and Alejandro. “Get yourself acquainted with the base, gentlemen.” The sunshine you had grown up in began to infect the cargo bay of the plane, painting you and your teammates in golden glimmer. You watched the cargo ramp descend and the shapes of vehicles and personnel appear on the tarmac. “And let me be the first to welcome you to Fightertown, USA.”

Price had his duffle on his shoulders and was standing beside you as the ramp finally hit the ground, you two walked towards the personnel that began to rush up the ramp to unload the strapped in cargo. The silhouettes left were dressed in khaki, aviator sunglasses perched high on noses, and dress shoes polished to shine like the sun they baked in. The only problem was that of the two officers waiting for your arrival included a man who desperately hated your father, which meant he desperately despised you.

Vice Admiral Beau “Cyclone” Simpson, the Air Boss.

“Admiral Simpson.” You called out to the man, hands now settled on your hips, just above one hip holster - you could practically feel Cerberus’s need to pounce on him to rip him to shreds as he stood beside you. The man wore mirrored aviator sunglasses, a permanent frown etched upon his face - it wasn’t hard to guess that he was assessing you, like he always does. You’re always a threat to his cushy job.

“You were supposed to be dead, Y/N Mitchell.”

You bit back the raging urge to tell him off, speaking with an even voice, “Sorry, sir. As my track record states, I’m hard to kill.”

He gave a half-hearted chuckle before stepping forwards, putting his hand out for Price to take - which he does. “Vice Admiral Beau Simpson, you’re-?“

“Captain John Price with British SAS.” You were surprised by the bite in your captain’s tone, something you could catch but you were certain Simpson could not. Price took Simpson’s hand, shaking it before letting go - you didn’t even move your hand to meet Simpson’s since you knew the only time he had ever shook your hand was before he knew you were the adopted spawn of Peter “Maverick” Mitchell. ‘Anyone associated with Maverick is trouble’, he had said. Sure, dickhead. At least he has more of a heart than you do.

The Admiral was known for being a judgmental dickhead, but you were great at observing his micro expressions - he was sizing up your captain, most likely trying uncover a weakness or just purely bully Price under his thumb. Luckily for you, you know Price is a man who will defy authority to do what was right, so he wouldn’t listen to the bullshit that would definitely spew from Simpson’s mouth.

“Where is the other Captain?” He questioned, moving his head to look behind both of you. “A Captain L/N. I was told he was going to be joining as well.” He then looked to you, the mirrored reflection in his sunglasses smiled. “What’s so funny, Lieutenant Mitchell?”

You cleared your throat. “Nothing, sir. Just thinking about my precious statement of being hard to kill.”

There was a minuscule movement of the Admiral’s nostrils flaring as he spoke, “‘Hard to kill’, you say. Despite my best efforts, both of you Mavericks refuse to retire, and by your best efforts, you both refuse to die.”

“It’s the Mitchell way, sir.”

He hardly gave you a murmur of fake laughter. “And that includes being a pain in my ass, Reaper?”

Your smile got bigger. “Mercy, sir.”

“Excuse me?”

“My call sign is Mercy.” You stood a little straighter, one hand digging out your dog tags to show to the Admiral. “And no, sir.”

The Admiral barely glanced at your new dog tags. “No?”

“The Mitchell way does not include being a pain in the ass, sir. But I am Captain L/N, sir.” You answered, one hand subtly gripping the handle of your pistol as the other came back to rest on your belt. “Medical Captain Y/N ‘Mercy’ L/N.”

The Admiral’s facial expression didn’t change, but you knew he was surprised. Everyone was surprised you hadn’t gotten yourself killed the last time you flew a F-18. “Never would’ve thought I’d see a pilot like you get a promotion.” He mocked you, but it bounced off of your mental armor. All the damage he could even think about inflicting on you would not affect your performance, you didn’t seek praise anymore. You kept a sharp glare, staring directly into his sunglasses as he continued. “Lieutenant Seresin will escort you to the Commander’s office, he’s waiting for you.”

Your heart lurched into your throat. You had barely touched down and Ice was already here to see you? Something had to be going on, especially if they’re making your career-long rival, Jake “Hangman” Seresin, escort you.

Simpson then turned back to Price. “Then I will personally escort your team on a tour of our North Island Air Base.”

You looked to Price, now noticing that Ghost was standing off to the side of the Captain - if he was a dog, you’d be able to see all of his hair standing up, his hackles raised and teeth bared, ready for a fight. A guard dog, but for who? You or Price?

“Mitchell.” You then looked back at the Admiral. “You’re dismissed.”

“Yes sir.” Nodding to him, you turned to Cerberus and spoke sternly, “Follow Price.” And as the smart dog he was, your search and rescue dog moved to sit next to Price, you then departed from your team - only getting a few feet’s before you heard Alejandro call out, “Hermana.”

You turned to the Colonel. He held his hand out, saying, “Dame tu bolso. ¿Qué está pasando? ¿Estás en problemas?”

You shook your head, pulling your duffle off of your shoulder and moving to hand it to him. “No te preocupes. Me odian por muchas razones.” Alejandro gave you a crazed look as he took your duffle, almost going to speak again but you had turned away, “Gracias, hermano!” You walked a few feet behind the Admiral and towards the open top Jeep. Beside it stood the other aviator, the one you chose to ignore because he has been a dick to you and your two best friends since you three had started flight school.

“Hangman. As I live and breathe.”

Jake Seresin gave you a once over, anger bubbling in your stomach as he smiled with his pearly white teeth. “I’ll be damned, Mitchell, you look…” Another glance up and down your figure and your hand settled on your pistol. “Good.”

A faux innocent smile appeared on your lips. Play it cool, keep your head down, and you’ll get out quicker. “I am good, Hangman. I’m very good.”

He held a hand out with his signature fake ass smile on his lips, “After you, princess.”

You gave one last glance to your team; both Alejandro and Price had their eyes on Simpson, but Soap and Gaz were more focused on Seresin, while Simon stared at you. You mouthed, “Sorry.” before starting to walk beside Hangman. The California heat was almost suffocating, but you knew you’d manage, even with your insulated pants. You had survived the heat almost all your life, you just had to get used it.

“Didn’t expect you to still be in the military.” Hangman broke the silence, his voice held no malice, no mocking tone that he always used with you. You looked at him through your peripheral vision, his head was kept straight as you two walked towards the largest building on base. “Thought you went AWOL after your crash.” A pause before he spoke quieter. “Since you broke it off with Chicken.”

You turned your head to stare at Hangman, the anger in your chest began to flood your blood, thumping through your heart. “And when has that ever been your business?”

Hangman smiled at you, it was friendly but still tense. “Since I had to deal with Rooster for seven years without a fuck you or what do you need from you.”

“As if you’d ask for help from me.” You looked straight ahead again, the weight of your gear felt heavier as you approached the main building. “And Rooster’s been fine.”

He scoffed, half of a laugh came from his throat. “Sure, and I’m a billionaire.”

If you weren’t already in deep shit with the Navy for even stepping foot on an American base, you would’ve tripped Hangman’s sorry ass and beat him to a pulp. You were just coming back for a favor with your dad and maybe something connecting to Makarov, but now you were being sent to the principal’s office. But, to be quite frank, you’re the principal’s favorite, so something else has to be going on since you almost never got in trouble with Iceman.

Hangman used to be a threat; more of a menace to your ego, but now, he’s a bug that you could easily flick off your arm. Being rivals with him for almost all of your flying career was not fun, he made your life and Rooster’s Hell - it was a good thing your backbone grew stronger since you left.

The elevator ride was awkward and quiet. You pondered if you were even allowed to have all of these weapons on base; you were back in England and every other military installation the 141 had been deployed to. Two guns, four knives strapped to your chest, two large knives strapped to the sides of your thighs - not to mention the plethora of magazines on your belt. You were a walking nightmare, you found it intriguing how Hangman didn’t seem intimidated - if he was, he kept it well hidden. Your eyes were kept on the silver doors, only going up four levels to the fifth floor. The amount of times you had used this elevator to walk to your godfather’s office with lunch in hand, or behind an admiral or three. As much as your dad had done to piss off as many admirals as fast as he could, he was the only Mitchell kicked around the entire West Coast and not kicked out. Ice had kept you as his right hand aviator, and no matter how much you pissed off an admiral, you still had your job and home in Miramar. It was a privilege to still be in the military, you knew that. You would never take Ice’s kindness for granted.

Unlike some people.

By the time you had reached the receptionist, you felt uneasy. Maybe it was the regret of not saying goodbye when you left, maybe it was the thought that Ice hated you for leaving him without his best weapon, maybe it was the fact that everything you had dreaded for seven years and had packed away was about to be ripped open. You hated feeling nervous, you felt that it made you sloppy, unfocused - nervous used to mean good, nervous used to mean you did well. Now, nervous means death.

You focused back in on your surroundings, now seeing that the receptionist looked up at you, the smile disappearing from their face. “Uh, Lieutenant Mitchell-“

“I was told the Commander’s expecting me.” You spoke, hands settling on your hips. The small man pushed his Coke-bottle glasses up his nose farther, looking somewhat nervous as he looked to Hangman.

“Well?” Hangman spoke, gesturing to you. “Don’t leave a lady waiting.”

He sprung to his feet, the scuffle of his shoes were loud against the linoleum as he made his way towards the office you always felt safe in.

You glanced at the beach tanned asshole, a snide smirk on his handsomely punchable face. “Didn’t need the back up.”

“It’s called manners, little man like him should know them.”

You rolled your eyes. “That’s rich coming from you, Seresin.”

You watched the receptionist nod towards you, you gave Hangman one last look. Be the bigger person. “It was nice to see you, Hangman.”

The blond smiled. “Good luck, kid.”

It was like the walk of shame to the principal’s office, but you somehow weren’t as nervous as you were before. This was your Uncle, a man you’ve known all your life - a man who has never let you down, one who always had your back.

As soon as you made it to his door, you read the placard you have read for years before. Commander of the US Pacific Fleet, Tom Kazansky. You knocked on the door before entering, ready to tackle him in a hug. But as you pushed the door open, your heart dropped. You took a moment to take in the image before you.

Who used to be a tall, healthy, and vibrant man now sat withered in a fancy leather chair. Your heart wilted like a flower that hasn’t seen rain in weeks. He still smiled at you, your godfather - his favorite scarf tucked around his neck, a nice comfy coat on him.

It reminded you of when he was first diagnosed with cancer, you had never seen someone so sick before you saw your Uncle Tom in a hospital bed, hooked up to hundreds of wires and tubes. You were a kid then, unaware that even though your favorite uncle would live, and your surrogate mother would die of cancer instead.

Your voice wavered as you spoke, “Hi, Uncle Ice.”

It took him a moment to stand, he looked frail and it broke your heart, yet he still outstretched his arms. It didn’t even take you more than half a second to embrace him; it’s been years and you truly missed Ice. He was warm, a comforting soul that always made you feel safe.

He pulled away, looking back to his chair to make sure he was able to sit down. You instantly held his hands, helping him down. The part of you that still was that happy-go-lucky Naval Aviator shattered into a million pieces. It didn’t take you more than a moment after you saw him to know that the cancer was back.

“How are you?” Your voice didn’t waver as you pulled your own chair from the other side of the desk, you set it a couple feet from him. He smiled at you, nodding before he turned to his computer screen.

His last bout of cancer had placed pressure on his vocal cords, but he had surgery to fix them. You knew he was at risk for the cancer to come back, but you thought after all of this time that it wouldn’t. If he wasn’t able to speak now, that meant the cancer was back. The little kid in your heart was sobbing, you remembered how worried your dad and Rooster’s mom were when he had cancer - you were only ten, Rooster a couple years older. If anything, you were grateful that he beat it. You have had many great memories with him, from going on vacations with him and his kids to training for Top Gun. He was your mentor, and to know that he could be taken away from you so soon hurt you in a way that no bullet hole or plane crash ever could.

I’m doing well. I’ve been so excited to see you again. |

The smile that tugged at your lips hurt your cheeks, that meant the world to know that at least someone didn’t hate you. “I’m happy to see you too. Are you… What’s going on with you?”

Don’t worry about me. You must be curious as to why I asked you to be here.|

You gave him a confused look. “Well, I’m not usually summoned via military transport.”

He smiled, a little huff of air from nose hinted to you that he had laughed. But the smile had dropped almost instantly after as he typed again.

I need you in the air. |

Your eyebrows furrowed, your heart began to race. “Ice, I don’t… I haven’t flown in almost seven years.”

He waved his hand, a dismissive expression on his face as he began to type again.

It doesn’t matter. I have faith in you. |

“I’ll fuck up.” You answered simply, a chill ran up your spine as you had a flash of Ukraine in the back of your head. The bitter cold of your pistol in your hand, the terror you felt when you heard enemy fire.

He gave with a look full of warmth, understanding.

It’s a six man mission. I need my best. |

The back of your hand instinctively went up to tap your nose, trying to pull yourself from the deep hole you were close to free falling in. You met Ice’s eyes, worry in your eye - he must truly be losing it.

“Ice, if you needed your best, you should have called Rooster and Rodeo.” Your voice was small, reserved. Much different than your typical confidence that oozed from you now that you were an accomplished captain.

He furrowed his brows, typing again.

You’re not here because of the Ball. You’re here because I want you on this mission. You are my best. |

You shook your head, almost standing if it wasn’t for your uncle gently putting a hand out - he then went back to the computer.

It’s you or it’s Mav. |

Your heart skipped a beat.

“Why wouldn’t you put both of us on?”

He gave you a somber look and the church bell that tolled in your head sounded, echoed of your impending doom. Heart rate increased, body heating up as your hands squeezed each other.

The clicking of keys and he had said it.

I’m not sure if he will come back. But I know you would. |

“From my assignment?”

His eyes softened.

From a crash. |

Your eyes stung instantly. Your skin became dotted with goose flesh underneath all of your gear, you felt sick.

I know it doesn’t mean much, but I believe in you. I always have. I always will. |

Your stomach swirled, tying into a tight knot. Fighting down the urge to throw up then, you spoke.“You mean a lot to me, Ice.” The tears that fell down your face were little, barely there but he still frowned.

I’m so sorry, ladybug.|

Your heartbeat was fast, it made you nauseous. You have seen bloodshed, have snapped necks and popped eyes with your thumbs, yet the thought of flying has you nauseous; you hated that feeling, but it was normal. You were scared.

There is a dufflebag next to the door. New flight suit, dog tags, and helmet with your callsign on it. You’re going to be training with the other candidates, but you will ultimately have the lead. Do you understand? |

A small nod, your head filled up with cotton. This was your worst nightmare, literally being played out like the worst hand of cards you’ve ever been dealt. You stood, he stood too. There was just a pause, a knowing glance. He didn’t want to force you to be here, but he had to. There was no resentment in your heart. He was doing his job. You hugged him again, whispering your goodbye before grabbing your bag. Your hand grabbed the door, when a weak voice spoke your name.

You instantly turned to face Ice again, he gave you a smile.

“Knock ‘em dead, kid.”

•••

Hangman was nowhere to be found when you left the office. The tight grip you had on the small Navy-issued dufflebag made you feel nauseous. You had hoped and prayed for so long that you would never have to be under the Fightertown sun because of military orders, yet here you were - walking out of the main building and feeling the sunshine you used to love with so much of your soul. The sunshine that used to feel like fun, what used to taste like sugar now gave you a bitter taste in your mouth.

You didn’t belong here. Not anymore.

Sweat beaded on your hairline, your skin felt too hot, yet it felt like you had walked into your memory. You could almost pinpoint every step you took on this hot tarmac, every streak your jet’s tires had left when you took off. You could remember every argument you had with your superiors, every time you flew two-seater with Rooster or your shared best friend, Rhett “Rodeo” Abbott. You needed someone to make you feel safe.

Your phone was in your hand before you knew it.

YOU: Are you awake?

There was only a beat before Rooster texted back.

ROOS: What’s up

YOU: Can I call you

ROOS: Yes

“Why didn’t you tell me about Ice?”

A yawn. “What about ‘im?”

You gripped the dufflebag tighter to stop yourself from snapping at him. “I-“ You instantly remembered that Rooster was not to know that you were here. If he saw you, he would freak out. You couldn’t handle him freaking out, much less freaking out about Simon being here too. “Dad sent me a picture of him, why does he look like he had cancer again?” Your lie was smooth, you gazed around the tarmac, trying to find your team.

“I… Yeah. Yeah, he does. Won’t tell me if it’s terminal or not.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“And why would you care? It’s not like you’ve ever been back to Miramar to even see anyone.”

You bit your tongue for just a second. “Please don’t be that way.”

“What? Truthful?”

“Please don’t be that way when you know why I can’t come back.”

There was a pause, you heard him moving on the line. “I’m sorry.” Another moment. “I just… I miss having you around. I didn’t mean it.”

Your heart squeezed in your chest, your eyes finally settled on the the inky body of your dog beside the intimidating posture of one Captain Price from across the tarmac. “Sorry I haven’t been back.”

“I don’t come back either. Not really any point to being here when my favorite person isn’t.”

“Rooster, stop saying that.”

“I’m not lying.”

You gripped the dufflebag tighter than you ever have.

“It’s not a lie. Can’t I just miss my best friend?”

“Of course you can.” Another beat, your voice quieter than before as you kept walking towards the 141. “I just don’t wanna be here.”

You could almost see his confused face from that sentence, you knew him very well. “Be where?”

“I’m here.” Another pause, a heartbeat before you murmured, “I’m here with my team.”

“No, you’re not.”

Simon’s gaze instantly locked on you and it felt bone-crushing. The weight of the guilt above your head made you feel even more nauseous than before, he felt like your lighthouse in the midst of the hurricane.

“Hard Deck. Two days. 6pm.”

“Bet your ass I’ll see you there.”

You ended the call as you watched Simpson finish whatever boring speech he gave your team, you could see poor Soap begging you with his eyes to save him. He nodded at your team before turning around, his gaze full of venom - one that would have terrified you when you were a young pilot. But now? He just looked childish.

He walked towards you, your hands clenched as he spoke to you, quiet enough so your team wouldn’t hear. “I’m not sure why Iceman, in all of his infinite wisdom, would choose you. So don’t blow the test run, it would be… disappointing.” Simpson patted your shoulder before sneering, “Let’s hope you don’t waste another jet.”

Don’t touch him. Don’t fucking punch him. Stay calm. Stay fucking calm.

You clenched your jaw so hard, you thought your molars could have snapped in half. But with a fake smile, you took a step away from him. “And you acting like a child is exactly why your wife divorced you, Simpson.” You briskly walked past him, your hand fell to your hip where you used your recall gesture - Cerberus came running. He heeled right beside you, walking in line with you as you grew closer to your team. Your lighthouse was almost in reach, the tide was breaking in the rocks and you could finally reach land.

“Ready to go, kid?” Price asked, your grip on your new and smaller dufflebag loosened. Safety. A little nod sent his way and the 141 turned away towards the main gates, your friends making small talk about the size of the base and the proximity to the sunny California waters.

Simon slowed his stride, falling in line with you. He kept your pace, you looked up at him. He gazed at you from the corner of his eye, keeping his face forward.

“Know any place to get a good drink ‘round ‘ere?”

A true smile drew at your lips underneath the warm American Sun for the first time in years.

“I know just the place.”

•••

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- Time spent together -

Pairing: Agedup!Tsireya x Fem!Metkayina!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Request: [ @iluvpandorawomen ] Hey gorgeous 🤗 , just got back on here after a break im almost done with my kiri fic part two but i was here to ask how are you ? and if you could do a small drabble for kiri or tsireya ?? 🥰

Synopsis: You and Tsireya spend some quality time together

Content: Pure Fluff, established relationship, them just being cute

Author’s Note: my first ever drabble & Tsireya fic, I was so excited to write it! I hope it meets your expectations @iluvpandorawomen!

Word Count: 444

Glossary: Tanhì - Star; bioluminescent freckle || Yawne - Beloved

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"Come on y/n." Tsireya whispered to you as she stood in the entryway of your mauri.

It's the middle of the night and both of you decided to sneak off and have one of your nightly dates like you've been doing over the past few weeks.

"Okay, okay, I'm coming." you whisper back as you try to slowly step around your family who were sleeping peacefully on their mats trying your best not to wake them up.

You were finally able to make your way to the entryway, "Are you ready to go tanhì?" Tsireya reached out her hand for you to take, ready to intertwine her hand with yours.

"Yes, let's go." and with that, you grabbed her hand and both of you began walking toward the beach. As both of you walked hand in hand Tsireya felt all giddy inside, even though both of you have been dating for a year it still feels like the first time both of you went on a date.

Tsireya loved spending this time with you, being able to be alone at night as the moonlight shined so perfectly on your teal-green skin and how your light blue eyes shined with love.

The beach was beautiful at this time of day, from how the stars were shining in the night sky to the water that was glowing from the bioluminescent flora and fauna within it. After a while of walking along the shore both of you decided to settle down near a palm tree.

You sat down first, leaning against the tree as Tsireya sat on your lap. You wrap your arms around her torso, loving every moment you got to touch her. As Tsireya felt you snake your arms around her frame, a redness spreads across her cheeks. She loves when you touch her just as much as you did. She loves the feeling of your fingertips gliding against her body and the way your hands roam in places that were only accessible to you.

“I love you y/n, you know that? You make me feel so loved and protected.” Tsireya leans back, resting her body against yours and placing her head in the crook of your neck.

“I love you too yawne, you make me the happiest na’vi on Pandora. My life wouldn’t be complete if you weren’t in it.” You end your statement by planting a loving kiss on her cheek. Times like this made you feel so lucky to have Tsireya by your side.

Both of you continue stargazing, looking around at the world that Eywa created. The atmosphere was filled with a warmth that you never wanted to end, you wanted to bask in this feeling forever.

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SECURITY ⋯ ♡ᵎ (I did say I was going to write about sevika&anxiety so. I'm also adding things i do when im anxious, we're all different so these might be different from someone else.)

☆ Sevika deals with enough stress, every single day she breathes. So to her, it was just another part of her job. Or she thought.

☆ It wasn't exactly hard for you to understand that she wasn't exactly feeling 100% herself. Her answers were short, or more irritable replies.

☆ "Can you just, let it go? I'm perfectly fine"

☆ Easier said than done, she looked anything but fine whenever she would get home. The small voice in your head always told you to leave it. You couldn't, you worried, and you cared.

☆ She's a pro at covering up any emotion she has. The only thing she will show is her anger and hatred though, she was silent even when she was mad about something. That is what worried you. A silent Sevika isn't a good sign.

☆ It was the first time you noticed her behavior was a little different on an early morning. Making coffee was never something Sevika had trouble with, but it was out of the blue when you stumbled into the kitchen, seeing her standing by the window, her hands trembling.

☆ Her breathing got a lot heavier during these times.

☆ "Vika, are you alright?"

☆ In all your months of dating, she's been easy with her emotions, but sometimes she can't help but push you away when it came to them or anything that involved her wellbeing. She loved you so much, but she was scared. So, pushing you away seemed the best option. Because she's 'supposed' to be strong.

☆ "Yeah, I'll be home late tonight. Don't worry about little old me"

☆ That's always the wrong thing to say to you because it makes you worry about her even more. It was unusual but some mornings she's a lot more snarky and rude towards you. Not that she meant to be.

☆ Frankly, she didn't even fucking know what was going on with herself either.

☆ She always got home at weird and random times of the night, but it was one particular night when she somehow managed to wake you up by stumbling through the door, the slamming making you worried, again.

☆ It was the first time in your life that you found Sevika standing in the middle of the living room, breathing heavier again, trembling. Note that she didn't tremble, ever.

☆ "Sev, what's going on? are you alright? did something happen?"

☆ "No, just⎯ go back to sleep, okay?"

☆ You, being you were used to ignoring her snarky attitude and barely gave her a chance to ignore you.

☆ You're also known to be very touchy towards Sevika, and she didn't mind that. Of course though, when she flinched away from you, you panicked.

☆ "Hey, it's just me, I'm not going to hurt you. What's wrong?"

☆ Sevika didn't cry. She never cried, over anything.

☆ But she cried.

☆ She always felt safe whenever you were around, but sometimes she just felt so fucking scared, worried.

☆ "Vika, hey, look at me"

☆ This was different from anything else. It was hard to control and calm down an angry Sevika, but trying to comfort a crying one? she's never cried so you had no idea what to do, but you had an inkling.

☆ You were a lot shorter than she was, but it didn't stop that you needed to be there for her. You needed to calm her down and help her.

☆ "Just breathe. Everything is okay. You're having a panic attack Vika, just focus on me and your breathing"

☆ Even if you've said them, the words still made no sense to her, she's never had one before. Fuck, she's never felt anxious before until the past few weeks.

☆ Out of the two of you, Sevika wasn't as touchy like you were. She loved holding your hand and hugging you but the comfort you give her broke all the walls she had up, down.

☆ "Nothing is wrong with you, it's alright you just need to focus on your breathing"

☆ "Im scared"

☆ Her trembled voice broke your heart.

☆ If she's angry, she just loves to hold you to calm down. She's never hurt you and she wouldn't. But she held tightly onto you, afraid to let go of you. Still trembling in your arms. crying.

☆ "I know, but it's okay. I'm right here, right here to help you"

☆ She worked a lot, so you can only gather it's because of that. Nothing usually makes her this worried, or anxious.

☆ "There you go, just keep focusing on breathing. We can stay here as long as you'd like"

☆ Won't openly admit it, but she didn't mind when you would lay on the blankets and pillows on the floor, making a bed fort just for her to feel safe. Because she loved it. She loved that you would do anything for her. To keep her safe.

☆ You figured out that she really enjoyed it when you would run your fingers through her hair when she felt like this. Resting her head in your lap, fumbling with your fingers on your free hand, keeping her breathing steady.

☆ She panics when her hands start to tremble in yours again, but you're there, reassuring her that's she safe, and that you're here for her.

☆ When she starts to feel like she's having another one, you place her hand on your chest, just so she can feel your heart beating. It calms her down and she focuses. Like you practiced together.

☆ "I feel like I'm a child"

☆ "You're not a child, you're just dealing with something new. It's okay though, you're perfect the way you are"

☆ From the start, you've had a habit of humming random songs wherever you are and she really fucking loves when you do it because it makes her aware she's here, and okay.

☆ "Can you sing that song? from a few weeks ago?"

☆ "Of course, Sweetheart"

☆ As cheesy as it sounds, you are her security blanket.

Sorry, this is so fuckin long. This is more like a fic and a head cannon, idk what happened but :) my computer had a major seizure, so i had to write half this again, im lowkey pissed.

[thedisablednaturalist]

Just being around my family stresses me out. Which in turn causes my pain levels to rise. Everyone is so nasty to each other. I can't ask for help without being ridiculed so I just have to fight through the pain to make my dinner. And then I have to flee to my room or risk being chastised for the unhealthiness of whatever I manage to make before falling over. I just needed to eat a safe food that was quick, filling, and didn't trigger my nausea. But because box mac and cheese will make me fat my mom has to tear me apart over it. Also I only ate 1.5 meals today because my mom gets mad when I'm in the kitchen.

And the bathrooms? My brother spends 20 minutes taking a sink bath every half hour in the bathroom across from my room, so I have to use my parents bathroom if I don't get to it in time. I try to pee quickly but I have to pee frequently due to fibromyalgia bladder. My mom yells at me for using "her" bathroom. "Go downstairs!" she yells. Why can't my able-bodied brother go downstairs to take his sink baths then?? why do I have to painfully crawl down the stairs every time I want to take a piss?? Also he does this in the middle of the night too which wakes me up. Don't get me started on him filling the toilet with shit and not flushing so the smell wafts into my room 🤢

Oh and god forbid I have to take my weekly shower. Then EVERYONE is mad at me for "hogging the bathroom". I only shower once or twice a week due to pain and both my brothers literally showering twice a day (thus no hot water, it's impossible to take a cold shower with fibro). I have to fight to get a timeslot. And then my mom makes fun of me for looking "unkempt".

But according to everyone IM the bully, IM overreacting. My mom "almost died to birth me" so her behavior gets excused. My one brother has severe autism/OCD and my parents dont do anything to help or manage it so his needs are always above mine since I'm able to "push past it" (re: forced). Fun fact the "witch doctor" my parents took my brother to cut off my brothers meds cold turkey this week so its all been 200x worse due to withdrawal (who the fuck cuts someone off of WELLBUTRIN AND ZOLOFT cold turkey????).

I keep telling myself its only a few more weeks but I still haven't heard back about my housing application being approved and I'm getting worried.

How am I supposed to live, let alone work, in this environment?

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

hai ariiiiii :3 guess whos SICK . me . im sick

ANYWAY thinking abt sugubooboo taking care of u while sick ,,,,,,,,

u kno when u get that feeling ur gonna b sick in the morning the night b4 it all hits ? i think sugu picks up on that after u blow ur nose one 2 many times n he asks if ur okay

ur not. obviously . so he heats up some nice peppermint tea, and something my mom does when im sick is take some honey, mix it w ginger powder + some other stuff thats good 4 ur throat and make me eat a spoonful of it [its gross as HELLLL i hate it but i feel a lil better afterwards] then tucks u in2 bed [later after uve fallen asleep he calls out of work for tomorrow, he REFUSES to leave u alone + sick]

the next morning ur properly Sick and suguru wakes u up w breakfast in bed, all warm foods infused with clove, mint, ginger, and sets a few packs of tissues next 2 the bed

after uve eaten he lays in bed w u 4 a bit, kissing your head and fiddling w ur hands. eventually u ask abt work, he said he called out 4 both u n him.

he trusts u 2 take a shower on ur own, but when u get out hes holding a towel and wraps u in it immediately then just hovers around u as u do ur morning routine, making sure youre okay n not abt 2 like . pass out or smthn

once ur dressed and fully cocooned in the bed once again, suguru pours out some cold medicine 4 u and hands u water once that NASTY liquid slides down ur throat. he gives u a lil candy as a palate cleanser tho, hes not mean

i think after that u just fall in and out of sleep 4 teh rest of the day until u get hungry again or need another dose of medicine. sometimes u wake up 2 suguru humming and playing w ur hair while he reads a book, sometimes he joins u and takes a nap w u. the only time u wake up alone is when its lunch or dinner n hes in the kitchen making smthn spicy 2 open ur sinuses

everytime u take a dose of medicine, he kisses you on the lips then pushes a glass of water in one hand n some candy in the other. hed probably mumble 'good job' or smthn like that in2 the top of ur head as he cuddles u while ur trying 2 get the taste out of ur mouth

he does NOT care if u sneeze n get snot all over him, puke on him if u have a stomach bug, cough in his face, or r generally disheveled. u could never disgust him.

if its sunny out, hell offer 2 take u outside just 4 a lil bit. if u dont think u can walk hes gonna pick u up. no complaining u NEED that sun, hell argue while sliding the patio door open

youll sit out 4 a bit, soaking up the sunshine then when u want 2 go back 2 bed hell carry u back and gently tuck u in2 bed

if ur 2 weak 2 even blow ur nose, hes holding the tissue 2 ur nose n waiting 4 u 2 blow. the chapstick might b all the way across the room n ur savior ends up being suguru and his long legs. the temp in the house is 2 hot? hes turning the a/c down and all the fans r coming 2 ur room bcuz he knows how slow the heating n cooling takes 2 change.

also everytime he walks in2 the room, hes asking how r u? do u need anything? does anything hurt too much? and he probably has smthn 4 u 2 do so ur not on ur phone all day [guess . guess who was on their phone all day . ME]

at the very end of the day, hes got u curled up in his lap on the bed, INCREDIBLY comfortable, and theres some movie on the tv in the bedroom. like juno or some other feel good indie movie. sugurus just kissing u everywhere on ur face and clutching u tight 2 him because u got super clingy after he had 2 run out 4 last minute groceries. since its past dinner time, he gives u lil candied ginger pieces 2 help w ur throat n other snacks 2 go w the movie.

eventually u fall asleep in his arms in the middle of the movie, smothered in warmth on all sides.

OKAY . WOW . moving on, HOW WAS UR DAY ARI ??? tell me abt that book ur reading rn !! u seem very enthusiastic abt it, id luv 2 know y ^_^ ! [personally my day was . ouchie . and ive got a book abt decolonialism checked out from the library rn :3]

ASHLEY !!!!!!!!! i’m answering this kinda late i hope your cold is gone by now 😔😔😔

BUT . GODDDDDDDDDD ARE YOU OUT TO KILL ME 😭😭😭😭😭😭 BE HONEST . how did you know sugu sickfics are my greatest weakness………… (i actually have . a whole fic just like this that i wrote a year ago or so 😭😭 YOU MADE ME WANNA GO BACK N READ IT HHHH this is very bad for my weak suguloving heart….) I’M JUST. I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO SAYY. you keep serving me meals on a silver platter n i’m just?!?!! eating gratefully …. thank you……

NO BC YOU’RE SOOOOO RIGHT YOU’RE SO OBJECTIVELY CORRECT :((((((( HE’S. THE SWEETEST. the best bf around !!!!!! he’s so good at caring for you when you’re sick…. sniffle……. AND OFCCCC HE’D PICK UP ON IT INSTANTLY TOO. his sixth sense is so crazy accurate when it comes to his baby </33333 and wahhh him making you tea and tucking you in and calling in sick for you 🥺🥺🥺 he just wants you to feel better……

WAKING YOU UP . W BREAKFAST IN BED. WHAT IF I CRYYYYY THIS CONCEPT IS SO DEAR TO MY HEART ASHLEY ….. and him just. hovering around you. i feel like he would stand outside the bathroom while you shower just in case you were to fall over or smth…….. he’s so caring :(((( and wrapping you up in a towel…… cocooning you into bed. sniffle. i need him to baby me sooooo bad it’s not a want it’s a need …… he rlly would stay by your side the Whole time………… cooks for you and tends to you and makes sure you’re okay . he’s so good. i feel like he kind of really loves it too….. he doesn’t love that you’re sick BUT . he loves being allowed to take care of you :’3 loves making you feel better.

ALSOOO him kissing you and praising you whenever you take your medicine T_T oughhhhhhhh one kiss on the forehead + ”good girl/boy” from him and i would be OUT like a light. collapsed. fainted. he would be so good at coaxing you into taking it ……… ANDDDDD the part abt you never disgusting him. SO true. you could never ever disgust him he just wants you to be okay…….. forcing you out into the sunlight………… asking if you need anything……………. making sure you aren’t bored…………………. ohhhhh he’s 2 perfect we need to put him down.

sugurus just kissing u everywhere on ur face and clutching u tight 2 him because u got super clingy after he had 2 run out 4 last minute groceries.

AND THEN . YOU TOP IT OFF WITH THIS. ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️ THIS MADE ME MELT….. i’m so…………. i have so many thoughts abt this. sugu would LOVE a clingy s/o but i keep specifically thinking of him w an s/o who’s shy w physical affection.,,,, and how he’d react when they get sick and suddenly get all cuddly . 🥺 he would love it so much. kisses you all over and holds you soooo tight and he’s just!!!!! so enamored!!!!!!!!! you’re like a lil koala. he loves you. sob.

WAHHHHH THANK YOU FOR THE ABSOLUTE MEAL MY BELOVED i’m not exaggerating btw this is gonna feed my sugu thoughts for weeks to come…… AND MY DAY WAS GOOD!!!! i’m sorry to hear your day was ouchie </3 i hope it’s all better now!!! pls make sure to rest and eat properly <33 it’s what sugu would want for you!!!!!

AND . THE BOOK. YES. it’s called giovanni’s room by james baldwin and it’s sooooo <33333 yeah. it’s so good. i LOVE baldwin’s prose so much??????? and the story is just . AUGH. i’m still not finished but i’m so obsessed. it’s basically abt a closeted guy in like … the 1800s-1900s? who goes on vacation in paris while his girlfriend is in spain. and he meets this rlly mysterious charming italan barman called giovanni……….. the book is abt their relationship + their own experiences w homosexuality + their tragic ending (it’s revealed at the very beginning of the book that giovanni will meet his end by the guillotine)…..

so it’s just . yeah. it’s such a gorgeous book :’3 and just so . idk. raw? visceral?? i love giovanni a lot. and more than anything i loves james baldwin <333 i’m planning to buy another of his books too!!!! it’s called tell me how long the train’s been gone :3 I RLLY RECOMMEND BOTH OF THEM!!! i hope the book you just got ends up being good too <33

[earlgreyinpajamas]

I have never watched a single James bond movie (I followed for merthur) but I thought since you had such good taste with Merlin fics I should try out a 00q fic just to see what's up and now I've done nothing but delve deeper and deeper in 00q fic for the past few weeks (already read all the ones off your masterlist and am now perusing ao3 on my lonesome) 😭

So thank you! But also goddamn 😂

I will however ask if you know any good amnesia/memory loss fics? For both of them?? ❤️❤️❤️

ahhh thank you im glad you enjoyed my recs

00q

Remember Me by Jen (ConsultingWriters) (@consultingwriters)

Bond has lost his memory. Q has lost his love.

"What have I forgotten?” Bond asked; Q watched him, trying to find the James he knew.

“Nothing that you won’t work out on your own, if it’s really important,” Q said carefully, before returning every fraction of his attention to the computer in front of him.

~~~

ahhh the ending!!!

2. Upon Remembering by secondstar

Surrounded by faces he no longer recognizes, Bond finds solace in Q's voice.

~~~

q is the voice in his ear q is the voice in his mind ahhhhhh i cant i cant i cant

3. Take It All, But Not My Love by withthekeyisking (@withthekeyisking-writer)

"You know, I thought about doing this to you, and I thought about doing it to Dr. Swann. But then I realized - hurting you would not compare to hurting the one you love. And though you put up a good show, Dr. Swann isn't the one you love. He is."

~~~

the genre is HURT

merthur

That Burning Torch of Kingship by Imagined (@burglarhobbit)

He always wakes up with his heart pounding out of his chest in the middle of the night, when he has the dreams, and loathes his father more than anything when he does. He only recalls a flash of midnight blue eyes; perfectly arched lips that could tilt into a disrespectful grin; unblemished pale hands that touched, touched, touched.

But at least he remembers on those days, even if the dreams fade. All Arthur is left with is this crushing sense of loss and the cursive glances of the court; they all whisper of the prince who loved a sorcerer so much that the king resorted to magic to make him forget. The heresy. The hypocrisy. The burning shame; Arthur is the one who can still meet his father’s gaze and his father is the one who drops his own.

This is not the king that Arthur will be.

~~~

in this house we hate uther

2. ask me why (my heart's inside my throat) by Scarlet_Ribbons (@silk-scarlet-ribbons)

“You’re hurt.”

“What gave you that impression,” Arthur says as he smiles at another couple, this pair far less egregious than the first. “I’m doing perfectly alright.”

Merlin snorts. “The next time you lie, my Lord, perhaps try to be more convincing?”

[Arthur's overcome with a temporary bout of amnesia. He has no idea why Merlin's acting so odd, but knowing him, it can't be good.]

~~~

fdhaskhlj they're so cute

3. Rubbing Wine Stains Into Rugs by PinkGold (@sparkly-angell)

For the prompt: Merlin gets a bad head injury and forgets that King Arthur doesn't know about his magic yet.

"My head is just fine, your highness." 

Arthur snorted good naturally, "It's your majesty, you idiot."

Merlin's thoughts all came into a screeching halt. "When did you become king?"

~~~

they're in love your honour

[twice-inamillion]

Welcome to the family little tofu

Part 167 (TIS)

It is the middle of the night and Dahyun has woken up from her sleep and she wanted to use the bathroom. Next to her was he partner, Y/n. He was asleep and hasn’t left your side in the past few days.

Wanting to use the bathroom, Dahyun silently tries to get off the bed but her hands feel something wet, a large puddle of pee. “Ahh… no! I peed on myself” as she begins to cry.

You wake up from from Dahyun’s crying and tryto console her. “It’s okay, it happens. Let me help you to the bathroom” as you help her get up from the bed.

When she uses the bathroom you give her a change of clothes “here, are some new pjs that you can change in to.”

“Thank you, y/n.”

She comes out from the bathroom and walks back to bed, but suddenly you noticed her frozen in place. “Are you okay, dahyun?”

She doesn’t respond but instead holds her tummy with both hands. “Y/n, i think my water just broke.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, my pjs are are wet and so are legs… ahhh my tummy hurts” she says as she begins to feel contractions coming in.

“Are you okay?’

“No… my stomach hurts a lot… i think im going into labor” as she leans on the bed for support.

“Let me call Nayeon for help” as you grab your phone and call her.” It doesn’t take two minutes as you see Nayeon and Jeongyeon rush into the room.

You were aware that this might happened based on what both Jihyo and Mina told you about their experience, so you wouldn’t panic but watching dahyun in labor was something completely different.

“Y/n, I will call the clinic that we will be taking dahyun to the hospital. You pull up with the car so we can take. Jeongyeon will stay with Dahyun and help her with her breathing.”

As Nayeon takes the lead, all of you do the roles that she assigned to you. You pull up the the car in front of the house and make your way to the clinic with Nayeon, Dahyun and Jeongyeon in the back.

Arriving at the clinic you see that there are two nurses waiting outside with a wheelchair for Dahyun. You park in front of the clinic and both nayeon and Jeongyeon help Dahyun get out of the car and onto the wheelchair.

You immediately park your car and rush into the clinic to make sure that everything is okay and see that Nayeon and Jeongyeon are pacing back and forth in the waiting area.

“Is everything okay? you ask.

“Yes, they just took Dahyun inside to heck her condition and the nurse will give us an update.

All three of you take a seat and wait for the nurse to come out with some news. After some time of waiting the nurse arrives and lets you know of Dahyun’s condition.

“Dahyun seems to be okay as of now and will be in her own private room until she is dilated enough for labor. I remember that she came in a couple of days ago and she was not as dilated as she is now, did she happen to do the recommended exercises?”

Nayeon and Jeongyeon automatically turn to you and give you a dead look. “Yes, she was very diligent with following the workouts that the doctor recommended.”

Satisfied with the answer, the nurses walks all three of your to the private room that Dahyun was staying in.

“How are you feeling” asked Nayeon and Jeongyeon.

“I’m going okay, the nurses said it might be a couple of hours until I’m dilated enough to give birth.

“Get some rest Dahyun while you can, you’re going to need it” said jeongyeon.

Jeongyeon was right because five hours into her sleep she woke up in pain, crying from the increase of contractions.

“Owww… it hurts” as she begins to grab her belly. The pain increases as the time goes by and says “it hurts so much… the pain is getting stronger” she cries as grabs onto your arm.

Her cries continue until and she begins to “fuck… it feels like the baby is going to rip me apart… i want it out already!”

“Jihyo unnie said it was going to hurt but didn’t know it was going to be this bad…” She continues to yell profanities until the nurse comes back to check up on her.

“I’m going to check and see if your ready, okay? Please hold still.” After confirming that she is ready she calls for the female doctor and some additional nurses.

“Okay, Dahyun seems like she is ready, so we are going to start” as she puts on her gear.

The nurses get get Dahyun prepped and ready as they place two supports to hold her legs.

“Are you going to stay for the birthing? asks the doctor.

“Yes, he’s staying. He would dare to leave, right?’ while holding onto your arm tightly.

The birth is too quite a while and was pretty graphic that you wanted to look away but dahyun made sure that you were attentive since you were the one responsible in putting her in the situation in the first place.

You heard her breath heavily and yell as she pushed the baby out, but eventually there was a moment of silence as dahyun became exhausted. It didn’t even last a couple of seconds as the silence was replaced with a dramatic cry, a cry of a new life.

The doctor hands over the baby to the nurses and ensure that she is okay. “I want to see my baby” said dahyun as she was visibly tired from labor. “Please let me see my baby.”

The nurses wrap the small child in a small blanket and hand her over to dahyun with much care.

Dahyun struggles to contain her tears as she sees her baby for the first time. “You’re here, you are finally here with me” as tears flow down her face.

Wanting to congratulate Dahyun for a good job, you kiss her forehead and say “you did a great job, dahyun. Our baby girl is finally here.”

“Yes, our beautiful baby girl is finally with us.”

Dahyun is finally moved to a different room that is big enough to have the mother, the child and some visitors. Dahyun is currently sleeping from the labor and the baby is with the nurses for her checkup.

Nayeon and Jeongyeon are with dahyun for when she wakes up. You on the other hand go back home and get some items that dahyun is going to need during her stay at the clinic.

You arrive home, take a shower and gather some extra clothes for dahyun and her bag of belongings. As you walk out of the room you see Jihyo and she rushes to give you a warm hug. “Congrats on the baby girl. How is she? How is dahyun doing?”

“Thank you, the baby is healthy and dahyun was asleep when i left. She did a good job even though she had are rough time in the beginning.”

“Yeah, i know how that feels. When I had Jisoo it was so easy but lucky she was a fast one and only had to wait an hour until she was born. By the way are you going back, already?”

“Yes, I just took a quick shower and im heading back. Are you all coming later on?”

“Yes, i called my mom and sister to come over here and watch Jisoo and the twins before we all go visit Dahyun. So you should expect us in a couple of hours.”

“Okay, ill let Nayeon and Jeongyeon know then. They must be tired from staying up all night.” You talk a bit more but eventually you leave and head back to the clinic.

You finally arrive to the clinic and see that dahyun is awake. She is eating some food that was brought by the nurses.

“I’m back, dahyun.” “Welcome back, y/n. Were you able to bring my duffel bag that I mentioned to you about? “Yes, its right here.”

After finishing her food she talks to nayeon and jeongyeon as she waits for the baby to arrive.

The nurses push a large bassinet and place alongside of Dahyun’s bed. The nurse talks to her about some details, but overall the baby is very healthy.

Dahyun asks if its okay to pick her up and the nurses replies that she is okay and they she can even feed her if she would like.

Dahyun picks up the baby and makes herself comfortable on the bed. She looks at the baby and says “she’s so small… i can’t believe i was able to carry her inside of me these past nine months. I so happy she’s finally here.”

Im glad she’s here with us too.”

It was then when you could hear multiple footsteps coming closer to the room. The doors slides open and you could see the rest of the members walk in.

“Congratulations on your baby girl, dahyun” says everyone is sync.

“Thank you, thank you for visiting me” replies Dahyun.

“We want to see that baby” says Chaeyoung with enthusiasm.

“Yes, we want to see. We want to see the baby” says Tzuyu.

Dahyun fixes her blanket to expose her face and say “here she is.”

“Aww… she’s so beautiful!”

“She’s so small too, just like you Dahyun” says momo.

Mina then says “she looks like you too.”

“We have two tofus now” says Jihyo.

Sana makes her way to Dahyun and says “I’m very happy for you Dahyun. I wish you the best, please take care of her.”

“Thank you sana, that means a lot.”

Saba walks back to the back and whispers to you “that’s going to be me next okay.” Chills run through your spine.

The members keep on causing noise that it wakes up the baby. She slightly opens her eyes but has a hard time keeping them halfway up and begins to cry.

“I think she’s hungry” says Mina.

“Aww… are you hungry little one?” Dahyun then unbuttons the gown to expose her breast.

Dahyun then stimulates her pink inverted nipple and waits for it to get hard. She then aligns it to the baby’s mouth and begins to suckle.

“Aww… she looks so cute.”

“Do you know what you are going to name her, Dahyun?” asks Mina.

“Ohh call her baby tofu or dubu” said Chaeyoung.

“Don’t listen to her Dahyun. Chaeyoung is just kidding.”

“It’s okay. I’ve actually thought of a name a while back with y/n and I think it’s perfect for her.”

“Her name is going to be Da-Eun.”

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[eternalwritess]

hello, dearie! i saw your matchups, and i think what you’re doing is just the cutest thing! so i’m hopping in with a request of mine, if that’s alright!

general stuff/preferences: i’m an 18 year old cisgender woman and am bisexual, not too sure of my gender preference yet if i’m being real. not too picky about who i’m paired with although i would not like to be shipped with the following: valentino, niffty, alastor, mimzy, angel dust, sera, saint peter

personality: honestly i can get pretty cold and sharp around folks i don’t know well, i don’t trust until you’ve proven that you’re worth trusting, but once you get past that first initial stage… i’m honestly just a big ball of sun (according to my close ones)! i’m fairly mouthy and have a bit of an attitude, both jokingly and seriously. my humor is very sarcastic and quite a bit cynical, which matches who i am, i guess. if i love you, then i love you whole heartedly, i’m very protective yet loyal to those i love, and despite my small stature i won’t hesitate to throw literal hands if you fuck with my friends, partner, family, etc. despite my highkey bitch persona, when i’m with someone who i value (like a partner), i really let go more. i’m just more light hearted and goofy with my partner, and it’s just easier for me to be comfortable with them over anybody else, i’m a fair bit shy when it comes to handling compliments, both in a romantic and platonic setting, but i won’t deny them. if you’re into this kinda stuff or if it helps, i’m a pisces and my mbti type is infj (i think).

love languages: in terms of giving love, i’m an acts of service and physical affection sorta gal. i’m not great with my words, especially when it comes to love, although i do try. i honestly just love doing things for my partner to take the weight of their shoulders, like for an irl example, i’ll sneak into my boyfriend’s apartment to clean it up a bit for him while he’s at work — or if i stay the night at his i’ll wake him up with breakfast, simple things. i’m also big on physical affection, i hate pda though, but behind closed doors im all yours, kisses or cuddles or whatever ya want, your wish is my command.

appearance: i’d say i’m fairly basic appearance wise, honestly i’m short, at about 5”1. i have tan skin and dark brown (borderline auburn) curly hair with (dark) blue eyes. i have dimples, which i always hated throughout my years because i thought they made me look childish. i’d say i’m in the middle weight wise, i’m not skinny, but i’m not plus-size (no hate to my plus size peeps, ily mwauh mwauh), but i’ve got a bit of bone to me, and i feel no shame in admitting that i am infact chubby. i’ve also got a few moles and freckles on my face and neck.

ideal date: an ideal date for me consists of sitting on our asses at home while a movie is on that we’re not paying any mind to while we just talk about everything that comes to us. or like a lazy day during a hot summer or something. can you tell i have depression? /hj /lh

kins: (if you couldn’t quite a grasp on my personality, i recommend reading these to get a better idea, i also only included hazbin/helluva kins because my matchup is hazbin)

blitzø (helluva boss), vaggie (hazbin hotel), octavia (helluva boss), angel dust (hazbin hotel), fizzarolli (helluva boss), charlie morningstar (hazbin hotel), ozzie (helluva boss), husk (hazbin hotel), moxxie (helluva boss), adam (hazbin hotel)

style: lowkey i dress like a hobo ngl. an every day fit for me consists of sweatpants or leggings, a baggy sweatshirt or hoodie, with either birkenstocks, ugg slippers, or nike sneakers. sometimes i can’t tell if i dress like a basic white girl or hobo, or both who knows damnit.

so yeah, that’s my matchup! i hope this was enough, or hopefully isn’t too long! tysm if you do this! take care and drink some water, and remember to take breaks 🤍

- 🤖

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➸ I'm not one hundred percent sure and how you two would meet. but if I had to guess I'd say that Saint Peter was out on break and you came up to heaven during that time and he was told to man the gates (despite his protests). He wouldn't be the kindest letting you in, most likely rudely asking for you name and rolling his eyes whenever you gave him a response.

➸ Until you had enough of it, you would snap at him telling him to just do his job and then he'd be more interested in you, messing with you and playing with you teasingly just to get a reaction. I'd imagine that you'd soon grow tired of it and just started to not speak to him and once you were let into heaven you were relieved hoping that you would never see him again.

➸ However fate had different plans for you, he bothered you constantly he wasn't even trying to constantly see you or meet up with you, but whenever he saw you he instantly found some way to annoy the shit out of you. Talking louder than usual, sometimes leaning on you and acting like it was an accident. He thought that you were interesting, more so than any of the other people in heaven and he was going to make sure that he got to know you.

➸ Sooner or later you'd ask him what his deal was with you and all he'd do was smile and simply state that you were interesting and didn't seem like the other 'goody two shoes' that managed to spring up around there. Not to mention he liked the sarcasm you would use to deal with him, he found it endearing and hilarious.

➸ Whether you liked it or not he began hanging out around you more and slowly you became friends and the more you became friends the more he would sling an arm around your shoulder or grab you and pull you places. Soon enough he was constantly touching you in one way or another, brushing hands, or grabbing your wrist to take you somewhere else.

➸ Soon enough he began figuring out that he liked you and began making it his mission to make sure that you liked him back. He'd ask you all sorts of questions and try to figure you out, pick you apart just so that he'd be sure you were in love with him back. Although he just gave up on those tests and straight up asked you out.

➸ At first you weren't sure when it came to going out with him but he didn't stop trying. He kept going and soon enough you agreed. It wasn't that romantic of a date because Adam doesn't really know romance and you both just watched movies the entire time with him cuddling up to you

➸ In the end he fell asleep on you and you stayed the night at his house. In the morning you both watched a few more flicks and soon enough you had to leave. Which he was not fond of. He kept trying to find excuses for you to stay but you told him that you had to go and he reluctantly agreed.

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Whenever you cleaned his room or stuff up he would get really thankful for that because he can be kind of a mess at times and you had to get at him a few times for his messy room before he decided to actually do something about it

You're not great with words? Great, cause neither is he. Whenever he tries to compliment the way that you look or act, it comes off almost as either an insult, as if he was sarcastic, or just a train of stuttering. So instead he likes getting you stuff instead. He'll leave gifts on your desk or in your room but don't mention it cause he gets sensitive about being all sappy

Surprisingly I don't think Adam is into pda too much, he'd say that its bad for his 'brand' when in reality he also thinks that pda would put too much attention on you and he wouldn't be too fond of that as he might get a little possessive at times

He doesn't mind the way you dress, honestly he thinks that baggy stuff look way better on you anyways and will lend you some of his clothes from time to time. Not to mention that he dresses the exact same way and doesn't seem to care too much for 'fancier' tastes

I feel like you two would mess around quite a bit, he would have the more extreme ideas and you would dial it back a bit telling him when and when not to do something. You would also probably help him prank a few people sometimes as long as it wasn't too harmful to them

[jamisonwritestf2trash]

part 6!!! get ready for a heapload of angst. hhehe :3 sorry if the german is butchered im tired lolol

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Jacques Murnau was born into the extremely wealthy Murnau family in Paris, France, on August 25th, 1921. He had two elder sisters and an elder brother. But his family was not an ordinary family. Both of his parents were experts in espionage, and from a young age, Jacques learned how to be a spy. His family regularly held competetions and held events within the family to see who was the best spy in the Murnau family.

Jacques won every single time.

When he was only 14, he entered real espionage for the first time, and recieved his first contract: Kill the CEO of a corrupt company.

It took him only two days to track down and murder the CEO. He was paid handsomely. His family was pleased, but his elder siblings became jealous of his natural ease with being a spy. His eldest sister, Marie, tried to kill him on numerous occassions. Jacques assumed it was just his parent's testing him, and easily beat her every time, telling her to practice her technique.

In 1939, when he was 19, he met a girl named Paulette, and started seeing her without telling his parents. They found out about this affair, and sent Marie to kill Paulette.

Jacques killed Marie in an angry rage. And then his two elder siblings, and then his parents.

When the anger faded and reality set in, Jacques became horrified at what he had done and fled from France, burning the Murnau Manor behind him, and went to America for a fresh start as a corporate spy and double agent.

He met a woman named Heather Murnau in 1940, and began dating her. In 1941, married, then welcomed their son, Jeremy, into the world. All was well.

Until the paranoia started to set in.

Jacqued became afraid. Afraid that somehow, the past would repeat itself. Another member of the Murnau family would take his new family away. He tried to tell himself he was just being paranoid, but the paranoia kept growing. And finally, in the middle of the night, Jacques abandoned his family. He burned all the photos that Heather had of him (except a select few that he hid in his suitcase), burned the clothes and other belongings that didn't fit, and ran.

He travelled across the country after that, trying to forget about Heather and Jeremy. And for a long time, he was able to. He returned to taking mercenary missions as a spy, and rebuilt his wealth over time.

Until he took a contract from Mann Co, and found his son again.

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Scout can hear people arguing. It sounds like they're underwater. Where am I? He opens his eyes, only to be blinded by the white, bright lights.

A hospital? The last thing he can remember is the sound of a car horn.

"Oh! He's waking up!" A familiar voice with a German accent says.

Oh. He's back in the base. Memories flood back in like a water from a broken dam.

Spy. The locket. The mask. His father. The fire.

"Scout?" Medic shakes him lightly. "Are you okay?"

"Jeremy." Spy's voice is like a knife stabbing Scout in the heart. "Jeremy, wake up."

Scout forces his eyes open again. Medic has dimmed the lights, and looking at him, Scout sees Archimedes sitting on his shoulder. The bird flutters down and lands on Scout's chest.

"Welcome back to the land of the living, mein fruend. You've been out for a bit." Medic smiles. Scout doesn't.

"Scout." Spy puts his hand on the edge of the bed. Scout looks at it, then looks away.

"I don't wanna talk to ya." Scout growls. Medic looks at Spy, and Scout hears the Frenchman sigh.

"Scout, please." Spy tries again, but Scout ignores him. "It's about your mother."

The last part stuns Scout, and he finally looks at Spy. And is horrified. Spy doesn't look like Spy. He looks tired and sad, and he isn't wearing his mask. Or his fancy suit coat. Or gloves.

"Wh- What?" Scout looks at Spy, swallowing the lump in his throat.

"Your mother died. Jonah's en route to the base." Spy's voice is quieter than Scout had ever heard it.

Ma's dead.

"She can't be dead. She can't be! She's only 49! She's too young ta die!" Scout protests, staring at Spy in anger. Medic and Spy stare at each other silently.

"Strokes can happen to anyone, regardless of age." Medic explains calmly. "Your mother had one and died."

Scout's vision blurs. Why's it blurry? What happened? He wants to go home. He wants to go back to Boston. He wants to open the front door of the housr and smell Ma's cookies.

Scout's older siblings always called him a stupid crybaby. That's how he feels now, like a stupid crybaby, sobbing in front of Medic and Spy. Crying, unable to control himself, angry at the world. At everything.

Spy hugs him. A wordless action that speaks so much it stuns Scout for a moment.

Spy hates hugs. And he hates people that cry. He always says tears ruin his suit.

But now it seems he doesn't care about his suit anymore. There's only one thing in the world he cares about more than anything right now: his son.

Scout had been so very wrong. And that just makes him feel worse. Spy loved his ma, too, Scout knows now.

He kept the wedding ring on underneath his gloves.

Scout always wanted a father. It's never too late to find one. And now, he's found his father.

He can't ask for anything else.

Anyways