#they were the sacred bandaids

[motleyfam]

As a self-proclaimed hurt/comfort fic connoisseur, I can’t help but notice that everyone is always “getting out the first aid kit” in fic and it made me wonder—how many of us actually had one of those?

[sorchathered]

Sacred New Beginnings (part 1)

This is a story over the weekend of Mav and Penny’s wedding, you and Bradley had been engaged and it had all gone to shit, with you back in town for the impending nuptials will you find your way back to each other? Or will you realize you were meant to be with someone else all along?

Pairing(s)- Bradley Bradshaw x reader, Jake Seresin x reader

Warnings- drinking, language, mentions of cheating, eventual smut. 18+

Song inspo- I bet you think about me- ts, the story of us- ts, Cornelia street- ts (yes I’m very taylor coded with this series lmao)

You’d begged Jake to keep it to himself, at least until you could get your bearings in North Island and talk to Bradley yourself. It had been 6 months since the two of you split, he’d put his mother’s ring on your finger and promised you a lifetime but it certainly didn’t turn out like either of you planned. Everything crashing and burning before you ever got a chance to say I do. Now you were back in San Diego at the request of Maverick and Penny for their long awaited nuptials and no matter where you looked all you saw was Bradley Bradshaw.

Jake Seresin was your former front seater, the two of you flew a handful of missions together when you’d been stationed here before. You trusted each other in a way most people didn’t, going through countless near death situations will do that to someone. As you stepped out of the airport into the cool night air you could see him leaning against his ridiculous fully kitted Ford F-150, you could take the man out of Texas but he’d be a cowboy no matter where he went.

“There she is! Stormy girl you are a sight for sore eyes!” He scoops you up in a big bear hug and you finally feel yourself relax, tension melting away just being able to be with your best friend like this.

“Hey douchebag, missed you so much” you say punching his shoulder and letting him lead you into the truck, peeling out of the lot and onto the dark highway.

There’s just something about him that calms you down. Everyone gets the big bad “Hangman” persona and while you’ve witnessed it more times than you can count he’s never once treated you that way. Being around him now feels like home and you need that more than ever knowing the heartache that’s bound to seep into what should be a fairytale weekend. You wring your hands nervously, you know you need to ask but you don’t want to pop the happy bubble you both are in. Time to rip off the bandaid.

“So please tell me you kept your damn mouth shut Jakey, last thing I want to do this weekend is cause a scene. Just want to watch Mav and Penny say I do and head back to Florida with no casualties.”

He frowns at you from across the console, mussing your hair with his hand, he loves having you back here, nothing has felt quite the same without you in his daily life. He knew you’d want to know about he who must not be named (yes Jake considers Bradley to be the Voldemort in your story, no he won’t apologize for it) but he had hoped you’d give yourself some time to adapt first.

“I promise darling, haven’t said a word, hand to God. We will make this weekend a blast and send you on back without a hitch, so long as ol’ Rooster keeps his nose clean we shouldn’t have an issue.”

Just hearing his name causes your heart to lurch, you’ve done so good about avoiding him; blocking his socials and refusing to stalk any of the daggers insta’s for pictures of your former lover.

“How is he?” You say quietly, inspecting your hands in your lap now, refusing to look up for fear that Jake will see your tells; he always does though.

He looks at you with furrowed brows, he wasn’t ready to break your heart again, so he rattled off a bare bones list of info you were looking for, not willing to succumb to the rumors floating around that would only rile you up. The last thing you needed was to spend the weekend drowning in what went wrong and what could have been.

“Recently got promoted to lieutenant commander, got a dog a few weeks ago, no I don’t know if he’s dating anyone and no I wouldn’t tell you if I did. We aren’t doing this to ourselves you hear me? You didn’t do anything wrong and self preservation isn’t a bad thing. Now you must be starving so let’s go get you some In and Out to celebrate my favorite girl being back home.”

Across town in a little craftsman style house by the beach, Bradley Bradshaw is pacing his halls. Mav asked him to be best man and he’s determined to make this speech perfect, but every time he tries to sit down and write out the words describing true love and destiny all he can think of is you. The two of you had been so happy, but then he had to go and fuck everything up. He knew you were the one from the minute he met you; all sharp tongue and attitude, truly the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on. It wasn’t easy to get you to come around, you’d made it a rule not to date in your squad but somehow he had broken down your walls. When a particularly dangerous mission left him with substantial injuries you’d been paralyzed with fear. If he was just a friend like you claimed then why did it feel like your heart would explode if you never saw him again? The two of you danced around each others feelings for weeks after until one night of partying at Phoenix and Coyote’s you’d kissed him. Everything felt like it fit in that moment.

A year later he was standing on the beach with roses and Carole Bradshaw’s wedding ring asking you to be his forever, you’d said yes before he could even finish talking; fully confident in the choice you were making. Standing in his house now, no wife and no family he couldn’t help the tears that spilled down his face, regret flooding his senses at how he’d let it all fall apart.

He let his hubris get the best of him. He was the best at what he did, always making sure he went the extra mile to prove himself; constantly fighting living in Goose and Maverick’s shadow. So when a mission came up and you and Jake had been chosen, he’d felt deflated; why hadn’t he been picked? What made Jake the better pilot? What made you more qualified? He went to higher ups to plead his case, never once thinking about the aftermath and how his choices in this would affect you. Needless to say it ended badly, you and Jake being grounded and Bradley flying the mission. Someone unfortunately had let it slip at the bar one night that he’d intervened, costing you an important promotion opportunity and choosing his career over you.

You’d felt betrayed, how could you trust him to be your life partner if he couldn’t even support you in your career? You’d requested an immediate transfer, packed your things and left the ring in your shared home, leaving a note briefly explaining your reasoning and that you’d never wanted it to end this way. He had ruined everything, he tried to convince Jake to give him your new number but Hangman could be ruthless when he wanted to be. Refused to help in any way and made sure Bradley knew that he’d been the getaway car; he would always choose you and your happiness unlike Bradley who’d chosen career over love.

Bradley hated him, but he knew he couldn’t fault him for his decision. If he’d just given that level of care when it counted he’d probably still have you, instead of an empty house and a head full of what ifs. He’d been a terrible fiancé, sure he’d doted on you and always told everyone you were his everything, but he also loved attention. So he’d let girls at the bar flirt sometimes, make excuses that it was just his personality and that he didn’t mean anything by it because of course you were the only one for him. He’d dulled your shine to lift himself up far too many times and he knew deep down he didn’t deserve a second chance. Giving up on his speech for the night he poured another scotch and made his way to bed, there was no mental preparation on earth that would make any of this easier.

Friday morning came bright and early, you stumbled your way through Jake’s apartment letting the smell of coffee carry you to the kitchen. He’d left a post it on the carafe, telling you to be ready by 6 for drinks at the hard deck and you laughed at the familiarity of it all; some things truly did stay the same. Six pm rolled around all too soon and you were dressed in your favorite sundress, your hair and makeup set to perfection as Jake pulled the two of you into the lot of the beloved navy bar. Pulling you from your thoughts he gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

“If you start feeling uncomfortable you just say the word and we’re out, no muss no fuss. You just relax and enjoy tonight with our friends.”

You smiled up at him, grateful that he always seemed to know what you needed to hear.

“Come on Tex let’s get in there and celebrate our friends.”

The bar was closed to only friends and family tonight, everyone near and dear to the happy couple congregating for their rehearsal dinner. Stepping inside it was like being transported back to the past; sounds, smells, everything was the same as it had been when you left. Jake goes in ahead of you, keeping an eye out for a certain mustached aviator but as you both made it to the bar the general consensus was that he hadn’t made it yet. You greeted Penny and Mav with hugs and congratulations, both so glad that you could make it. Mav caught your eye as you ordered a drink from Jimmy, and you knew what he had to say before he even started.

“He-“

“I’m sure he does Pete. I wish it changed anything, but it doesn’t. This is your day, you don’t need to waste it worrying about the past, I’m ok I promise.”

He just wanted his godson to be happy, you knew that. But it wasn’t that easy, too much time had passed and you were uneasy enough thinking about having to see him tonight. So with a squeeze to his arm and a smile you made your way across the bar to the pool tables and your former squad.

Rowdy and full of mischief, that’s the best way you could describe them, whooping and cat calling you as you crossed the threshold as they enveloping you in hugs and remarks at how you’d been missed. Phoenix sidles up to you now, bumps her hip against yours with a Cheshire Cat grin, the two of you had never lost contact during the past 6 months and you were grateful for another person looking out for you tonight.

“I’ve missed you cutie! It’s just not the same around here, still can’t believe you left me to take care of the kids by myself.” You both laugh at that, looking towards your boys now as they play fight and place bets at who can kick the others ass at pool, knowing without a doubt that Jake will take the winnings.

“It feels good to be home ‘Nix, I didn’t realize just how much I missed everyone until I got here. Florida is nice, I love the group I have there but the daggers are my family.” You trail off, trying to suppress the tears threatening to leak from your eyes.

She pulls you in for another hug, kisses the side of your head. “It’s going to be a good weekend buddy, I can feel it.”

Bradley’s late. He knows he should have left earlier but he’d been dragging his feet. Mav had texted to tell him you were here and he had to pull over on the highway to empty his stomach. His nerves are shot, pulling the bronco into the lot with shaking hands he attempts to pull himself together, knowing you are just inside has him feeling faint.

“Get your shit together Bradshaw, don’t lose your cool.”

He sucks in a deep breath and opens the door.

After grabbing a beer and getting two pitifully sympathetic looks from Penny and Mav, he turns towards his group and lays his eyes on you. It’s like a punch to the gut, you have always been breathtaking but after having only the memories on his phone to look at he knows for sure they pale in comparison to the real thing. His feet begin moving of their own accord, brain hasn’t quite caught up to what he’s doing. It feels like a magnet is dragging him towards the one place he has longed to be. You are arm and arm with Coyote, animatedly telling him a story with sparkling eyes and Bradley is falling in love all over again. He skirts the outside of the group, settles in to a seat next to Bob and Fanboy hoping he can keep from startling you. You feel his presence because of course you do, and he can tell the moment your energy shifts. You keep looking at him from the corner of your eye; your arms wrapped tightly around yourself and it breaks his heart. His view is obscured by Hangman all too soon, leaning in to the table to catch his eye.

“Rooster”

“Hangman”

“We aren’t gonna have any issues tonight are we?” Jake asks with his signature smirk and lazy southern drawl, it’s charming to some but to Bradley it’s like nails on a chalkboard.

“I’m not here to make things uncomfortable Bagman, just here to fulfill my duty to Mav as best man. She’s a a big girl and doesn’t need a babysitter, if she wants to talk to me I’m happy to listen to anything she says, I’d be an idiot not to”

“You’re an idiot either way Bradshaw but if you make Stormy girl cry tonight you’ll be showing up to the ceremony tomorrow with a black eye, just keep that in mind.”

“Understood.”

Jake blinks back the shock, didn’t expect Bradley to be amenable towards him at all. They have avoided each other at all costs in social gatherings ever since the split, Jake knew nothing good would come from stirring it back up and Bradley looked like a kicked puppy most of the time. Shrugging it off, Jake nods to the group at the table and heads back to where you are, encouraging hand on your shoulder. He’d be damned if someone ruined your night, so instead of letting you wallow he scooped you up to pick a song on the jukebox and took you to the dance floor. Spinning you and reveling in your giggles and bright eyes, it almost made him forget that he wasn’t supposed to look at you the way he was now. He’s been so good about keeping it together all these years, making sure to have a date to keep him occupied when you were cuddled up to Rooster and firmly planting himself in the friend zone. He knew that’s what you needed and he’d always go above and beyond to make you happy. Even if it meant he couldn’t have you.

You have no idea how long you’ve been here, speeches have been given and far too many shots have been had; the room is too hot and slightly spinning so you make your way outside for some fresh air. He’s there of course, smoking a cigarette and watching the waves. Looking him over now you can see the little changes, he’s not as bulky anymore, face and torso are definitely thinner than they used to be. He looks tired, to the bone judging by the dark circles under his eyes and the way he seems to slouch in on himself, no longer the larger than life persona he used to project. You think for a moment you should go back in, but as he flicks the used up cigarette into the wind you are both face to face, pain clearly etched in his features as he takes you in.

“Hi.” It’s all you can make out, you think of how ludicrous it is that after 6 months of heartbreak the best you can scrounge up is a measly hi.

“Hi Storm, it’s good to see you.”

“Y-yeah it’s good to see you too, it’s been a while.”

He runs his hand over his scarred chin, looking you over and it almost looks like he might reach out for you but he thinks better of it.

“I’m sorry Bradley- I can’t do this, I know what you’re gonna say and I feel it too but it doesn’t change anything. We’re the same people we were 6 months ago, and love isn’t going to fix it.”

You were trembling, tears pouring down your face and Bradley couldn’t stand it. He’d broken your heart and let you go, but he’d never once stopped thinking of you. Just two steps forward and you could be back in his arms, and he thought of Mav’s saying “don’t think, just do.” So he closed the distance and pulled you into his arms, your beautiful face cradled in his hands as he wiped away your tears.

“Baby, my sweet sweet girl I know I fucked it up, and I’ve spent every day of the last 6 months thinking of what went wrong. I don’t deserve it; I know that but please even if it’s just for tonight let me love you.”

You didn’t know if it was the alcohol spurring you on or the fact that you’d missed his touch so much it physically hurt, but pressing his lips to yours felt like the easiest decision you’d ever made.

You heard the door swing open behind you and someone cleared their throat, causing you to jump backwards out of his grasp, moment over as quickly as it had begun. You spun around to find Jake, eyes full of anger directed right at Bradley and then he looked towards you; disappointment clearly etched in his features.

“I couldn’t find you, Payback said you’d gone outside so I came to make sure you’re alright.”

You feel your cheeks redden with embarrassment, you had promised yourself you wouldn’t be alone with Bradley and yet here you are less than 24 hours later letting him kiss you.

Jake is still staring you down, you shift a little feeling extremely small between the two people you love most.

“Everything’s ok Jake, let’s uh- let’s go home ok? It’s late and I’ve had more than I should have.” You grab at his elbow to steer him towards the lot to the truck, steely gaze still focused on Bradley but he lets you move him, starting a fight isn’t going to fix a thing and he knows more than he’s let on. Maybe it was time to play his hand and let you know just how much of a piece of shit your so called “Prince Charming” really was.

The ride back was eerily quiet, tension flooding the cab of the truck while you spent every second overthinking. Why had you let it get that far? You’d done so good, it’d been half a year without any contact and you’d folded fast, it was so embarrassing. Ugh and for Jake to be the one that found you?! You knew he’d be pissed and expected a thorough lashing but he didn’t say a word. Just stoically stared at the road, no smart ass remark to be found as he white knuckled the steering wheel. He pulled into the drive and bolted for the door, didn’t even stop to let you out like he normally does. Taking a deep breath and mentally preparing for a long ass night trying to drag his feelings out, you made your way into his townhouse.

He’s nowhere to be found when you step inside, probably holed up in his room so he won’t pick a fight; you know the routine fairly well. He hates hurting your feelings so he shuts down and lets himself cool off before he talks to you, normally just acts like nothing ever happened because he’d rather not bring it all back up again. But when you go to check his bedroom he’s not there either; door ajar and completely devoid of Jake. Finally you head to the back porch, he’s there slumped in one of the lounge chairs, already cracked open another beer and staring down at his phone, determined to look anywhere but at you.

You plop down into the chair next to him, knocking one of your knees with his, hoping if you needle him enough he’ll tell you what’s wrong.

“Jakey”

“Don’t. Don’t do this right now Stormy, just let me be before I say something we will both regret.”

You know you should just let it go, but the harshness in his tone is so out of character but frankly you’ve had enough of everyone tiptoeing around you.

“No.”

“No?”

“No I want to do this now, what is it that you aren’t telling me? You seem to have forgotten that I know you better than your own mother, I can tell when you’ve been holding back. You looked like you wanted to beat Bradley into the ground earlier and I know I screwed up and let him get to me tonight but I’m a big girl Jake I can make my own mis-“

“You didn’t make any mistakes though!” He boomed, causing you to jump in your seat. “You’ve spent this whole time blaming yourself for leaving, for not communicating but you have NO idea. This was never something to blame yourself for and the fact that you let him back in tonight knowing what I know makes me SICK.” He’s never had an outburst like this with you, chest heaving and shaking hands he can’t seem to stop, he knows it’s all about to bubble up but he can’t stuff the secrets back down.

“What do you mean, what you know? Jake what am I missing?” You whisper softly, you have a sudden glaring realization and it feels like everything is crashing down, it can’t be can it? You need him to say it to confirm but you wish the earth would swallow you both up; everything changes if he says what you think he will.

“He cheated on you. A month before the mission, and he thought he’d gotten away with it but apparently Fanboy caught him and Mirage fucking in the hard deck bathroom. He agreed not to say anything, but when you left she suddenly started showing up more, he wasn’t even trying to hide her! Everyone knew he was taking her home after nights at the bar, and Fanboy couldn’t keep it in anymore so he told me. Bradshaw was jealous of your success, he took the mission away from you and to really stick it to you he fucked a fellow squad mate behind your back. As far as I’m concerned he’s dead to you, he has no right to come crawling back and you deserve to know it all so he doesn’t take advantage of you again.”

It all made perfect sense now, Bradley had had one too many late nights at work claiming he was shooting the shit with Mav, never interested in taking you to bed like he had been before the mission talk started up, but you’d chalked it up to stress. Always making excuses for him, assuring yourself that he wouldn’t dare cheat because why would he have given you his mother’s ring? He’d told you he wanted a love like Goose and Carole had, promised he’d love you forever. Of course he’d lied, he’d always been more concerned about his career path and his accomplishments, any time you did something of merit his congratulations always seemed tinged with something sour, but he was happy for you right? He loved you right? Now you didn’t know for sure.

You reeled back at the realization, all the puzzle pieces fitting together to make a heartbreaking story, and you felt a surge of nausea come up quickly rushing to the side of the yard to throw up. You could feel Jake’s cool hand holding your hair back, the other rubbing circles into your back telling you to breathe. He’d always been a safe haven in your life, steadfast no matter who he was seeing at the time. You came first to him, your friendship and partnership in the air like an unspoken vow between the two of you. You were being hit with one revelation after another tonight, and you jerked away from him suddenly; throat dry as the desert as you quickly made your way inside to the sink to rinse out your mouth.

“Hey hey, talk to me honey. I’m sorry, shit I’m so sorry you had to find out like this; I should have never let it get this far but you seemed happy in Florida and I didn’t want to open old wounds. Please Stormy, look at me baby I need to know we are ok.”

Now he’s the one wringing his hands, Hangman is never nervous, he’s always larger than life and the most confident person in the room. He looks so boyish now, standing in the dim light of the kitchen, the fear on his face so unnatural on his handsome face.

You couldn’t deny that he was beautiful, you’d always seen the way he attracted the attention of everyone in a room, like the definition of the word gorgeous come to life or the hero on the cover of a romance novel. Just classically handsome, and yes he was smug and he knew just how good he looked but he’d never put on any kind of mask when it came to you. Let himself be vulnerable, trusted you would keep his secrets and never make fun of him for his faults. Now looking at him in the quiet of his home, you realized that Bradley may have physically cheated; but maybe he wasn’t the only one that blew up your relationship. Some part of you from the day Jake Seresin had walked into your life had always belonged to him. Admitting it to yourself now was jarring; how long had you let yourself think he wasn’t everything to you? You found yourself terrified and excited at the thought, suddenly hyper aware of how close he was to you, knowing that if you crossed that line with him tonight you’d never be the same. You tilted your head up to look at him, reaching a hand out so he could close the distance, and watched him relax into your touch knowing you weren’t angry with him.

“Stormy-l-“

“Jake…Do you love me?”

He goes cold at the realization, oh God you had figured it out. He’d tried to suppress it for so long, but obviously with the clarity that had been gained tonight you seemed to be able to see the truth. He’d always been in love with you, but decided that having you in his life was more important than getting his feelings out so he’d gallantly put them aside. When he’d found out the truth about Rooster he’d been unmoored by the whole thing. How the hell could anyone ever hurt you like that? What kind of moron has the perfect girl and destroys her happiness? But he’d let you go, knowing you needed to run and find yourself in the aftermath; Jake was just grateful he could continue to be a part of your life in whatever way you needed. But oh God you knew now, he could see it on your face and since it had been a night for truth and honesty he told the consequences to fuck themselves, pulling you into his arms and pressing his forehead to yours.

“I could deny it, and we could just go back to the way things are if that’s what you need. We can continue this weekend like we have been and I’ll let you go back to Florida. Because you matter too much to me to be selfish with you, but oh angel I want *so* badly to be selfish. So you tell me what you need and I’ll do it.”

He’s so open, pouring his heart out to you and you can’t look away, his bright green eyes searching for any kind of reservation on your part, and when he doesn’t see any he grins that perfect lopsided grin of his, the one that makes your heart grow ten sizes. It’s not a rushed or sudden clashing of teeth and tongue, it’s a slow movement of lips molding together, hands mapping each other in a way that’s never been allowed before. It takes your breath away and as you gasp he slides his tongue against yours, reveling in the little noises you make as you grasp at the collar of his shirt, the need to have him closer overwhelming. After a while with the willpower of a god he pulls himself back from you a little, stroking your cheek and chuckling as you stagger forward trying to chase his kisses. He tilts your face to look at him and he’s warm all over, it’s everything he’s ever wanted and he has to tell you before he lets it get too far.

“I do Y/N, I love you. I always have baby. I want it all with you kid, and I know it probably feels sudden, but I can’t lie to you; I want everything with you. I’ll wait as long as you need because I’m in this no matter what, I don’t think I could stop if I tried.” He says with a watery laugh, and you realize he’s got tears in his eyes.

You are pretty sure you turned into a puddle on the floor, arms and legs feel like jello as he holds you up between himself and the counter. You could agree that yes it was sudden, hell you’d just let Bradley kiss you less than two hours ago, but you couldn’t deny that in all the times you’d kissed Rooster it had never felt like this. How were you ever supposed to go back to the way things were? Did you even want to? The thoughts were swirling around in your head now and he could tell you were lost. So he kissed you once more, just a featherlight peck and then stepped back from you.

“We’ve had a lot of big reveals tonight baby girl, how about we take a beat and sleep, let tomorrow figure it all out for us.”

He was right of course, it has been an overwhelming evening and you two should probably look it over with fresh eyes, so you let him lead you down the hall. He thinks you’re going to head to the guest bedroom but you surprise him, stepping into his bedroom and closing the door.

“Stormy, we can’t- not tonight honey you and i are wrung out-“

“Shhh, we aren’t doing anything tonight Jake, just hold me ok? I need to be close to you.”

He peels off his clothes and lets you change into one of his T shirts, tangling his arms and legs with yours as you snuggle up into bed. Drifting off to sleep, not knowing if he hears you, you whisper to him

“Jake I think I love you too.”

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[chipinsolace]

VERSES OF THE DAY, ANALYSIS, AND PRAYER!

“Then God said to him: “Because you have asked this thing, and have not asked long life for yourself, nor have asked riches for yourself, nor have asked the life of your enemies, but have asked for yourself understanding to discern justice, behold, I have done according to your words; see, I have given you a wise and understanding heart, so that there has not been anyone like you before you, nor shall any like you arise after you. And I have also given you what you have not asked: both riches and honor, so that there shall not be anyone like you among the kings all your days.”

‭‭I Kings‬ ‭3‬:‭11‬-‭13‬ ‭NKJV‬‬

Analysis:

Prayer is one of the most important and fundamental parts of our journey, our walk with Jesus Christ. It’s how we talk to Him, it’s how we communicate with Hi just as we would with any other relationship, and because prayer is such a sacred tool, we have to look to the Bible for examples on how it’s done. The Bible gives us many strong examples on this, but my personal favorite and the one that really inspired me was 1 Kings 3:11-13.

In this text, The LORD appears to King Solomon in a dream, and he tells him to ask for whatever he wants. Solomon, knowing he’s about to take on the big role of a king, decides to ask for something much more important than earthly desires; he asks for wisdom and discernment.

God is pleased by this, and tells him that because he’s so selfless, and devoted his asking for a way to benefit others and not himself, not only did God give him that discernment, but He also gives him riches and wealth.

Why does this matter? Throughout the Bible, we see a common theme of how important it is to prioritize God, in Matthew 6:3, Jesus says “But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you.” It’s our fallen human nature to want to put ourselves beyond all things, but we simply can’t! Think about times in the past when you were going through situations and decided to take on everything yourself. Didn’t it turn out horribly? I’m sure you can recall that you were left burnt out, stressed, and confused. We can’t do it all on ourselves, and God asks us very kindly to rely on Him. (Psalms 118:8) He says also that when we ask, we shall receive. (Matthew 7:7-11) And what a joy that’s been to me! God has helped me from my smallest issues like little cuts on my body when I didn’t have a bandaid, to fighting mental illness and abuse. When we pray through all our issues, let’s humble ourselves before Him and acknowledge the truth; We can’t do this on our own. Just like Solomon, if we humble ourselves in front of God, we will be exalted. (Matthew 23:12)

Prayer:

Heavenly Father God, thank you for inclining your ear into my prayer today, thank you for putting me on this Earth to enjoy your creation and your marvelous self. I praise you for the ways you’ve helped me before, corrected me through things, and brought me out of spiritual winters.

Today I pray to ask you to give me a wise heart, a heart that seeks and prioritizes your kingdom first. Lord, I acknowledge that I cannot face my trials alone, that I cannot put my trust in myself. You are my helper through it all, and I ask that you keep helping me.

Do not let me fall astray into the ways of the world, but let me seek your calling for me, and let me have discernment to know what is good and what is not.

In Jesus name I pray, Amen.

[prettyhobii]

LITTLE LOVE CH-5

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Ayana felt her heart pulsate in her throat as she locked eyes with a now fully transformed wolf hybrid, both Jimin and Jungkook sat back in shock as they watched their alpha stalk his way up towards her.

"Hyung! Just stop," Jimin grabbed onto the black fur on his spine, only to be met with a low growl, which echoed its way over to Ayana. "She's nice. She's the one that helped us!"

Namjoon shook his head in frustration, keeping his slow pace, the girls sickly sweet scent overwhelming him. The same scent that infested itself upon his two mates. HIS mates, and he was damn well not sharing them.

Namjoon knew the cruelty of humans, he knew how they were and how they treat hybrids. He was at the brunt of that treatment for seventeen years. There was no good human.

Jimin and Jungkook were just in trouble, this girl had them captive and she manipulated them into thinking they're safe.

The government argues hybrids are the monsters, especially hybrids like Namjoon. A predator.

Namjoon hated humans. And this girl was no exception.

"Hyung please don't do this!" Jungkook yelled out, rushing over to the stalking wolf, moving infront of him, shielding a frozen Ayana who stood there confusion and concern carved onto her face.

"Who's this?" She asked, her voice low and shaky, "Jimin?" She looked over at him, who quickly pulled himself back to reality, rushing forward to usher her inside.

"Just let us deal with it," He muttered, "he's harmless he just."

"Looks like he's going to kill me."

Jimin nodded, "I'll try calm him down, and I'll."

"I'm gonna call Seokjin," Ayana mumbled, rummaging in her pocket to take out her phone.

Panicked Jimin snatched it out of her hands, "please don't. I'll deal with it." He bowed his head, stuffing the phone into his pocket. "I can't risk you or him calling hybrid control on him."

"But," she stuttered, heavily taken aback. "I wouldn't do that, I told you I wouldn't I just-"

"I know, but I can't risk it." He frowned, "I'm sorry."

"Jimin!" Jungkook yelled before he was thrown to the floor by a furious Namjoon.

"I tried to stop him, he just."

Ayana backed away slowly, not taking her eyes off the wolf.

His growl echoed off the walls, making the girls hands shake with nerves.

"I'm not going to hurt any of you," she whispered to the wolf, staring into his beady eyes which narrowed at every word she spoke. "I know you're sacred. But I'm not ever going to hurt you," she kept her voice soft but trembling. "Just don't hurt me."

"Hyung really, she's okay." Jungkook mumbled, walking over to his side, switching the wolf hybrids focus for a split second before he locked his gaze back on Ayana. "She did this," he showed the alpha his arm which was littered with pink and blue bandaids, "she put these on so my cuts don't hurt anymore Hyung."

"And she made us warm food, and gave us a bed," Jimin spoke quietly, "Hyung she really didn't do anything wrong."

"You all can leave, I won't keep you here," her shaking voice echoed around Namjoon's mind. "I can give you guys some food for your journey and you can-" Ayana was interrupted by another growl.

Namjoon had no idea what this girl was doing to him. He felt like he was being put into some sort of psychological trance.

He looked back at Jimin who was anxiously pulling at the sleeves of his jumper.

A jumper he didn't recognise. One that was covered in that girls scent.

He hated it.

He turned his attention over to Jungkook, his youngest mate and watched in a fit rage of jealously as he looked at Ayana with his big brown eyes.

Namjoon could smell his fear, and for once in his life he couldn't read Jungkook.

Normally the boy was so easy to read, but now he didn't know what he was thinking.

It's obvious the boys aren't scared of this girl; his eyes darted back towards Ayana, who he had backed up against a wall.

She hadn't hurt them yet, that was clear by Jimin and Jungkook's new attire and bandaged up bodies.

But she will.

Namjoon knew what humans were capable of. They were cruel, haunting entities that preyed on hybrids. Used them as entertainment or experiments.

Namjoon could see straight through her. She was going to gain his packs trust and keep them as pets.

Make them do horrible things, things he warned them about before.

This is all an act.

Namjoon's eyes narrowed towards Ayana before he slowly turned and exited out the back door.

"Hyung?" Jimin called out, peeking his head out of the door. "Ayana stay here," Namjoon heard him mutter.

"Hyung;" Jungkook sighed, "she's okay-"

"You'll never learn," Namjoon sighed, throwing his shirt over his head, eyes rolling in frustration. "It's all an act Kook," he huffed, "she's going to hurt you. And I won't let that happen," he put a hand on Junkook's head. "I'll kill her before she lays a single finger on you or Jimin."

"Joonie she won't hurt us, I know she won't."

"You've known her a day Jimin," Namjoon snapped, standing up onto his feet as he paced around anxiously. "You can't trust her," Namjoon felt betrayed as he stared at his two mates.

He didn't want to be selfish, he never considered himself to be a selfish person, but he couldn't help himself. They were his mates, and he didn’t appreciate someone else swanning in to take them from him.

"I'll give you a choice."

"Joon we're safe here, Seokjin and Ayana said we can stay as long as we want!"

Namjoon simply ignored the younger boy and continued on with his ultimatum.

"You both can stay here and suffer at their hands. They're human, deep down you know what they're like. You know what they actually want." He couldn't help himself but throw more insults out about Ayana. Jealously flowing through his bloodstream. "You can stay with that," he struggled to find the words, stuttering with upset at the idea of his mates leaving him behind. "That thing, or you can come home with me. I'm your home." He mumbled, "not her. Me."

Jimin's eyes softened as he looked up at the man he admired the most. "Hyung, you are our home, but if you just hear me out."

"No. Jimin you need to make a choice, it's me or her."

"It'll always be you." Jimin sighed, "you know it'll always be you." He grabbed ahold of Namjoon's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as he gave him a small smile. "If you want to leave, I'll go with you."

"But Jimin," Jungkook whispered, "we can't just leave."

"Yes we can," Namjoon glared, "you owe her nothing." He spat out angrily, "you'll never owe her anything."

"But they helped us when we were hurt, they got rid of the men who attacked us."

"Kook it's all a plan, it's all apart of her sick plan to lure you in so she can do whatever she wants to you. Humans are evil," he grabbed Jungkook's hand. "That's how they took me remember?"

Jungkook nodded, his heart thumping with guilt as he watched his two older pack mates get ready to leave.

"I found a new place for us to stay. It's close to. Resturant so we can grab whatever they throw out at the end of the day." Namjoon smiled, "come on." He transformed back into his Wolf form, before trotting further into the garden.

He was soon followed by Jimin, who had a nervous Jungkook hastily behind him.

After around thirty minutes, Ayana the worry in her stomach bubbled up too high. She couldn't take standing here not knowing of Jimin and Jungkook were okay.

She slowly made her way outside, being careful not to scare the hybrids, with her sudden appearance.

But they weren't there.

"Jimin?" She called out, looking out for the small boy, "are you okay?"

The garden was quiet, the occasional chirping off the magpie which guarded her apple tree.

"Jungkook?" She asked after no response from Jimin.

Her anxiety got even worse as she received no response from Jungkook.

Her attention was quickly diverted into a small sparkling object in the grass. She rushed over to the mysterious object, only to find her phone laid facedown on the ground.

Ayana felt her eyes water as she realised the two hybrids were gone.

She knew this day would come, legally she had no right to keep them here, although a big part of her wanted them to stay.

She felt a little bit more whole having the company. Someone to look after, to take care of. It felt good for her and Seokjin to have someone rely on them.

Maybe she was selfish for wanting that, instead of wanting them to be free.

Her heart felt divided.

With shaking hands, she clicked on Seokjin's contact information and hit the call button.

Like always, he answered after three rings.

"Jinnie," her voice cracked as she swallowed back a small cry. "Can you come home please."

"Are you okay darling?" He asked, his tone full of concern.

"Jimin and Jungkook are gone," she mumbled into the phone, anxiously tugging on a long strand of her hair. "They didn't say anything, their friend came and I think he got angry at me, so Jimin took my phone and I couldn't call you," she rambled, her hands shaking with both adrenaline and anxiety. "And then I went to go check that they're okay and they're gone."

"A friend?"

"I don't know," she panicked, "but he didn't like me very much."

Seokjin's heart broke hearing his fiancé's choked up voice, sniffling back tears at the other end of the line.

Seokjin could hold grudges, especially to those who hurt the people he loves most.

But for some reason he felt it hard to find any bad feelings towards the two little hybrids they helped. He still felt that sense of longing; and now a lingering hope that they'd return and join their little family.

But until then, he had to comfort his fiancé. And he had no problem doing that.

"Okay, I'm coming home."

[not-orphaned-account]

You, Only You - Chapter 1

I've been writing this mostly for myself, as a sort of fluff bandaid as I work on Lean On Me. I decided I wanted to share it, but as it's just sort of plotless (for the most part) and more of a comfort thing with no set goal, it's going to be a tumblr-only fic. I hope you enjoy :]

It’s late when Satoru returns, so late that the lamps lining the stairs are illuminated and flickering as he slowly makes his way up. Not for the first time, he swears to himself that he’s going to master his long-distance teleportation before his next mission, so he doesn’t have to climb ten thousand million stairs when he returns with his cursed energy depleted and his body sore from the fight. The assistant supervisor walks a few steps behind him, more winded than he is despite not having been involved in any of the action, and they part ways at the top with a nod and exhausted goodnights. The assistant supervisor heads towards the staff dormitories, while Satoru crosses the courtyard to the student dorms, pace quickening and steps lightening the closer he gets despite his exhaustion.

He walks right past his own room, not even bothering to stop in for a change of clothes, making a beeline for the neighbouring door. It’s closed by not locked, and Satoru doesn’t bother knocking as he cracks it open and slips inside.

The lump in the blankets betrays Suguru’s whereabouts, and he sighs softly. Back when they started getting sent on solo missions, just over two years ago now, they’d wait for each other at the top of the staircase, sometimes with Shoko, for their long established post-mission hug; a sacred tradition from all the way back on their first mission, when they were overwhelmed with adrenaline and on top of the world, and the first thing they thought to do was wrap their arms around each other. After the Star Plasma Vessel, those feelings shifted; they were no longer invincible, and their victories were no longer assured. Their triumphant celebrations turned to something more like reassurance: Any broken bones? Did you eat okay? Whose blood is that?

They still wait for each other, but sometimes, things are different. Sometimes, they’ll be sent out on different missions at the same time, and Suguru will return to an empty staircase while Satoru urges the assistant supervisor to drive faster. Sometimes, one of them will be downstairs with Shoko, getting wounds treated while biting their tongue to keep from pushing her to hurry, they have somewhere to be.

Sometimes, it’s one of these days.

Satoru pulls off his jacket and tosses it to the floor, followed by his shoes, socks, and pants, until he’s kneeling on the edge of the mattress in just his boxers and his sweaty shirt.

Suguru is asleep, hands folded into loose fists on the pillow and hair messy from either sleep or the day he’s had. He looks peaceful like this, the usual weight on his shoulders and in his eyes absent for a time. Satoru almost doesn’t want to disturb him, but he knows that if Suguru found out that he’d come home without waking him up, he’d kill him for sure.

Unable to resist, he reaches out, hand blindingly pale in the dark room, and gently brushes a lock of hair behind Suguru’s ear. His hand lingers, tingling slightly at the sleep-warm skin under his fingertips, hesitating in limbo.

Suguru’s eyes flutter open as if called, and he immediately locks eyes with Satoru. He makes a soft sound and shifts under his blankets, like he’s trying to reach out but isn’t quite awake enough to move.

Satoru meets him in the middle, pulling the blankets back and laying down beside him. They’re close like this, two grown men in a tiny student dorm bed, face to face—well. Face to fabric.

As though reading his mind, Suguru finally moves, lifting a hand slowly as if through molasses and fog. Satoru feels his fingers catch at the edge of his blindfold, gently dragging it up and over his head until the piece of fabric is dangling from his fingers, and their eyes are finally meeting with no barrier.

It’s another tradition. As his powers grew and six eyes became stronger, his glasses started to not be enough. He still wears them sometimes, on calmer days hanging around the school, but on missions now he always wears a blindfold to protect his eyes, growing more sensitive by the day. Suguru removing it for him is like a cleansing, something like turning infinity off; the last person Satoru trusts with the most vulnerable and valuable part of him, unwrapping him and leaving him bare.

Speaking of…

He lets out a long breath as infinity deactivates, eyelids immediately drooping as the tension he’s bee carrying for the last week breaks and leaves him heavy and sluggish. It’s an unpleasant feeling, everything suddenly touching him at once; but he can’t bring himself to feel anything but elated as Suguru’s eyes soften and he seems to relax as well, tilting his face forward a bare inch until their foreheads are touching, no blindfold, no infinity, no spaces between: just Satoru and Suguru, how it’s been since they were kids.

He allows himself a few moments to revel in the warmth and comfort under Suguru’s sheets. Suguru watches him, eyes flitting over his face, and a smile curls at his lips when he realizes what he’s looking for.

“I’m fine,” he whispers; he sees the hint of his breath move Suguru’s bangs slightly. “Just some bumps and scrapes. I probably won’t even need Shoko.”

Suguru doesn’t answer, but he feels him relax further. His smile softens, and he finally allows himself to cup his face, running his thumb over his cheekbone.

This is it; this is what makes it worth keeping up their tradition. Suguru’s skin is warm and soft in his hands, and his breath is even and his eyes glimmer in the darkness, and Satoru can’t help but touch, can’t help but stare, can’t help but memorize everything about the man in front of him and tuck it away in the little corner of his brain that Suguru has unknowingly reserved for himself. Their post-mission hugs have evolved over the years, as the missions themselves have grown more dangerous and every day more precious. As Satoru grew more and more unattainable, infinity strengthening and power reaching monumental levels, Suguru too changed, retreating into himself and his mind. Satoru gained a shield; Suguru, a shell.

Days like these are less common than they were in the time following Riko’s death, but they still happen; days where Suguru is all but unable to get out of bed, when his thoughts are too loud and make his body heavy and his heart heavier. On these days, when he doesn’t meet Satoru at the top of the stairs, when his eyes are red rimmed and bloodshot, the touching is no longer for Satoru.

He runs a hand through Suguru’s hair, mumbling an apology when he catches on a stray knot and makes him jerk. He trails his fingertips gently along the soft skin under Suguru’s eye, runs his hand over his shoulder and down his arm before wrapping his arm around Suguru’s waist and pulling him close. He doesn’t need any more prompting that that to curl into him, burying his face in the junction between Satoru’s neck and shoulder and letting out a long, slightly shaky breath.

They lay like that for a while: Satoru rubbing slow circles into his lower back, Suguru simply being, breathing against him. In times like this, quiet nights with Suguru in his arms, he truly can’t imagine being any more at peace than he is in this moment.

“How are the girls?” he asks after a while. It’s a bit of a code for them; if Suguru doesn’t feel like talking, he’ll give a generic affirmation, and they’ll just hold each other in silence. If he’s up for conversation, though, talking about the twins always opens a  sort of door, inviting him to tell Satoru about everything they’ve been up to, from the moment he left for his mission until Suguru tucked them into bed that night.

He feels Suguru’s lips pull up in a small smile, and he grins into the darkness, his heart swelling.

“Nanako learned how to write her name,” he says. “I don’t know if you noticed, but it’s everywhere: scrap paper, the blackboards, outside. After she wrote it on one of the classroom walls, Yaga dug up some sidewalk chalk from somewhere, and she’s been absolutely obsessed with it.”

Satoru laughs softly, delighted at the mental image.

“I didn’t see,” he says, tracing the bumps of Suguru’s spine with his fingertips. “You’ll have to show me tomorrow.”

“Oh, you’ll see it,” Suguru laughs. “Trust me, as soon as you go outside in the sunlight, it’ll be the first thing you noticed. Mimiko tried to copy her, but she couldn’t get the hang of it and just started drawing. There’s chalk on every conceivable surface.”

Satoru hums. His fingers brush the ends of Suguru’s hair, and he lets himself play with it for a moment, loosely twirling the strands around his fingers.

“They ran into Nanami and Haibara on their way to physical therapy,” Suguru says, voice quieter now, and Satoru pauses. “By the time he was done, they’d covered every inch of pavement outside of the clinic with chalk. You’ll have to get Mimiko to show you tomorrow, she’s very proud of her rainbows.”

The pieces click together in his head, and he holds Suguru a little tighter. The bad days don’t always have a concrete cause or trigger, but when they do…

“How is he doing?” he asks. Suguru chuckles a little, though it sounds strained.

“The same as always. I was outside with the girls the whole time, but he was just as cheerful when he came out as he was when he went in. He let Nanako help push his wheelchair back to the dorms.”

“That’s our Haibara,” Satoru says with a small smile. He adjusts his hold on Suguru, sliding his arm around his shoulder and wrapping a hand gently around the back of his neck, just holding him.

“He’s really good with them,” Suguru murmurs, melting into the touch. “And they absolutely love him. He’ll be a great teacher.”

Satoru hums, rubbing slow circles with his thumb into the edge of Suguru’s hairline. It’s true; though, he does suspect that it has something to do with how much he spoils the kids.

“Oh,” Suguru says, as though he’s read his mind, “Yaga wants to know if Megumi and Tsumiki are coming back here for their school break.”

“Huh? Is that already?”

He can practically feel Suguru rolling his eyes.

“Yes, Satoru. Next week, remember?”

Oh shit. Right. Satoru coughs a little.

“Of course I remember. I was just testing you.”

“Right,” Suguru says, in what seems like the most sarcastic tone of voice he can physically muster. “Have you talked to them about it at all? Or the school, for that matter?”

“Calm down, it’ll be fine,” he says, and Suguru huffs. “Megumi probably doesn’t want to, but I’m sure Tsumiki will, and it’s not like he’s going to stay at the school without her. I’ll just go get them on the weekend.”

“Why don’t I come with?” Suguru asks, slipping his arm over Satoru’s waist and hooking his chin on his shoulder. “We can bring the girls, make a day of it. It would be good for them to get out and see the city, I think.”

The twins’ conditions have improved greatly over the last two years, but it’s still better for them to stay on the campus instead of the boarding school Megumi and Tsumiki attend. Still, they’re able to go on small outings now, as long as Suguru is there and they have lots of opportunities to rest away from crowds.

“Sounds fun,” he says. “Maybe we should ask some of the others if they want to tag along?”

“Megumi might like it if Shoko or Nanami came with.”

“But if Shoko comes, then Utahime’s gonna want to come too.”

“I mean…”

They continue to talk, voices soft in each other’s ears and hands wandering, calming, holding. The exhaustion of the mission weighs him down, but his heart feels light as Suguru tells him little stories from the week they were apart, catching him up on everything that made him smile. Finally, his voice quiets and his breathing evens out, puffing warmly against Satoru’s neck as he goes lax in his arms. It’s only then that Satoru allows his own eyes to close, letting himself hug Suguru closer to his chest like an overgrown teddy bear. He still feels a bit gross in his dirty shirt, but as Suguru mumbles in his sleep and loosely clutches it in his fingers, he can’t bring himself to mind all that much as his thoughts finally begin to slow, and sleep takes him under.

[xamaxenta]

Ace is a high ranking succubus who is summoned and contracted to ruin the career and reputation of Dr. M Newgate a professor and well known academic. Ace of course is like “Hah easy” and enrols himself into “moral dilemmas of immortality and death” at the university. The following week is the most insane that any of the students have experienced (mostly because Ace is being an absolute slut and like who wears ‘that’ to a 6 am lecture? Problem is none of it seems to be working on the esteemed Doctor, it’s as if Ace isn’t putting his whole portagussy on display.

After 2 weeks Ace gets called in to Dr newgates office, this somehow ends in Ace yelling about his honor as a succubus blah blah blah why won’t you fuck me?? Etc etc.

during this rant Dr Newgate removes his glasses and Ace stops as the rooms shifts, strings of reality thrumming. Ace turns to look at the man who now seems.. familiar?

The blonde snorts pulling a silver and sapphire pendant from his collar, one engraved with the symbol of the high angels blessing.

“Hello Acendial,” he purrs “I think it’s time we have a chat about your new contractor hmm?”

Ace grits his teeth as his glamour is pulled from his skin like a million bandaids. “Mar’kho.” He sneers staring down the former high priest of the sacred order. “Made a career change I see.”

The man gives a shrug “the robes were more comfortable if I’m being honest.”

‘Easier access too’ thinks Ace but firmly shoved that though out of his brain and back into the box where he keeps any and all thoughts retaining to his infuriatingly still handsome ex husband.

Ace throws his hands in the air “ya know what Fuck the contract, fuck this and fuck you.”

Marcos mouth twitches in an almost smile. “Sorry to disappoint.”

There’s something almost wistful in his tone that makes Ace pause at the door. He looks down at his shoes “yeah,” he mutters “me too.”

maybe its bc its around that time of the month so im rly emotional bc of it or smth but the exhusbands part HAD ME TEARING UP FR I CANT STAND THE THOUGHT OF THEM LOSING EACH OTHER ITS NOT RIGHT

but

My dick is like diamondhard for the concept and the execution bc its really sexy

But also

IM SAD

[arachnidiots]

"you don't understand."

"no." it hadn't been a long conversation before both of their voices had managed to rise above the sacred gentleness that they first established when laying the foundation of their home. in a matter of stuttered sentences, they'd unleashed something new into the home, a heavy cloud of hot air and misunderstanding. "no, don't tell me that i don't understand! i've always understood it-- i mean we were crazy for thinking that it wasn't going to come down to this eventually."

no more than three months back did they dance on the unfinished floors before any walls had fully come up, light pouring on all sides and burning any shame right out of peter at the thought that maybe this was wrong. they built a house together-- they'd built many, but this one was theirs. there was no history except what they choose to pour into it. they painted the walls with every color that lit up andie's eyes and filled it with just enough furniture to call it home. one day they'd have a garden, that's what they always talked about. something loving would grow all around the perimeter. but maybe the foundation was always cracked and the soil full of sand and rocks. maybe the paint was tainted with the blood of the hundreds that andie and peter had to thank for their chance meeting. neither of their former lovers had ever stepped foot in the house, nor were they dead, still they haunted every room all the same. peter felt like an idiot for thinking it could've been a forever home.

he balled up a t-shirt, the hope that something like that could've ever lasted between either of them, and threw it into the duffle. "i got my hopes up," because everywhere andie eliot went, she brought hope with her. she brought light-- she was light. and one day he let her touch him too. "it was stupid of me." he hears her voice pick up, and he shakes his head, voice begging for mercy. "please don't--" whatever this was between them was a means of ignoring their problems, each running from another love that swallowed them whole for the last decade. andie and peter were bandaids on bandaids on sweaty hands.

"you made your choice." we both made our choice.

⎯⎯⎯⎯ a plotted starter for @lvebug

[dorokora]

Hey daichi can we spar?, now before you say no let me give you a little backstory okay, say, around 7:46 pm, me and moritaka were sparring, a convenient human bystander with red hair and a big belly along with a cup for a sacred artifact may or may not have gotten harmed by the rough bone like extensions of my hands humans call claws, although to prevent immediate death by your hands I indeed did say sorry and gave him a bandaid, do you accept my request?

Daichi: Ryota Protection Squad let’s go! Grab your weapons!

[ne-jamais-pur]

Tortured Slytherin Skittle nation I have a bandaid for you. Consider that Regulus was hunting horcruxes, Evan was a Death Eater with him, Pandora was an experimentalist, Dorcas was killed by Voldemort himself, and Barty was looking for information to find Voldemort after his disappearance. Canonically they were on separate sides of the war, but who's to say they weren't working to find and destroy the horcruxes together?

Evan and Barty as Death Eaters could easily have been doing the same thing as Regulus, helping undercover. Dorcas fought on the front lines with the Order. Pandora, the Ravenclaw, the one with the skill to experiment, could have most definetely been working on gathering ingredients or working on spells to deactivate horcruxes.

Perhaps the reason Barty was working so hard to find Voldemort after the first war was so he could find justice for his friends, for Regulus and Dorcas. He went insane in Azkaban—I dont believe theres evidence he was always like that.

Evan, Barty, and Regulus all had the pureblood "in" to be spies. Dorcas didn't, or she was at least not a Sacred 28, so she fought head on. Pandora wasn't talented at either of these things, so her abilities were used behind the scenes.

It works, doesn't it? We can say so yeah somewhat happier ending for the lot of them

[rezcowgirl]

Images from The Vault. Considered and described by me, 20 years later.

Selected things I thought were worthwhile and important to share on my LiveJournal as a 13-18-year-old (2003-2008).

Terrible. Fascinating. I hate her. I love her.

Pupe Girl screenshots with their titles because I thought they were funny. Pupe Girl completely consumed my life. I never got into Gaia Online like a lot of my friends did, but jfc Pupe was everything and I HAD to have that stupid pixel Lacoste alligator bag. I eventually got it. That was a good day. I insisted on entering the contests naked. I never won. No emojis, just >U and :U (2007)

A bandaid I took the time to scan and share? (circa 2005)

Fanart of 15 year old me!! From online and IRL friends. I had pink hair and it was my whole personality. (2005-2007)

My School Is Crap phone background from a time when you had to pay to download any new backgrounds. (2007)

A picture of two of the most important things in my life: LiveJournal and Pikachu. I designed and coded that layout and was really proud. Remember when putting "don't steal my codes" was a thing you did in your bio? (March 7, 2005)

Hanging out in the basement of the Regina Gay Bar for Gay Youth Group, eating candy, talking shit. Look.at.my.phone. on the right. Flawless. (January 4, 2005)

My favourite book and manga at 15. I've been meaning to re-read Kazuya Minekura's works again. I ended up sending 2 copies of Good Omens to 2 of my LiveJournal friends to make them read it. I wish I still had my first Good Omens. Love how I'm still weird about it 20 years later. (circa 2005)

Listen. Being 13 and gay was gnarly. (I ID'd as a lesbian back then) Being a little queer going to Catholic school, I was completely obsessed with t.A.T.u.. I knew all their songs in English and Russian. Even Lena's version of Yugoslavia. Taken with my first cell phone ever. (circa 2005)

Self portrait lmao. Pokemon. Pokemon everything. Forever. (2005)

Making Indigenous themed gingerbread with a semi-famous ndn chef and I HAD to weeb it up. (December 2006)

My sacred Mashimaro socks that @ayecaptain stole from me. It became a thing to say: "give me back my mashimaro socks bitch" for years. They eventually gave them back when the elastics were all worn out. (2006)

It's so strange and bittersweet to see screenshots of bizarre and highly-specific inside jokes from my online friends that I can't even remember the names of. I remember what your friendship felt like, and that's what matters I think.

fuck my stupid baka life

[cryptid-killjoy]

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((timeline explaination: posted right after his adventure in the Nevers. He'd had a super hard time after Livvy, but that was small change in comparison to choosing to betray his father on so many levels. He already kidnapped him in the door in hopes of better and riding a wobbly fence of "things were better" a soggy bandaid he kept hoping wasn't going to fall off while keeping his mother's memory somewhat sacred. So, the final move in the Nevers was hard... standing in Geppetto's sweater, thinking of Hansel back home in those walls he wanted to hide in himself, wishing he could talk sense into his new found family Auntie Periwinkle. All of it. This is just so Willem right then))

wildwillhawkins - peace

quasibastien - I never try to change. It just happens on it's own. Maybe you shoud try that.

[fabricated-misslieness]

pairing: marc spector x gn reader (main) steven grant x gn reader (little bit) jake lockley x gn reader (mentioned)

req: no | wc: 1k

summary: When Marc asks if he can have some of your favorite milk, your face responds before your voice.

a/n: based off a recent interaction (wrote this last night) update: IT'S FUCKING GONE

Chocolate milk was a sacred drink.

Or, at least, it was for you.

When the day dragged on and on, the nine-to-five felt like a seven-to-eleven. When your coworker made a mistake they didn't bother to correct because they were a couple minutes away from sweet release from their shift, you had to fix it. When your other coworker that worked the next shift called in sick within a couple minutes before the exchange, you had to work overtime. When your supervisor came with the plea, they made a promise: you were going to get paid and it was going to be worth it.

When your eyes set upon the setting sun through dirty, fingerprint-stained bus windows only moments after closing, you had one question in your mind, "What were you going to do when you got back home?"

The answer was simple, "Drink a nice, cold and sweet chocolate milk carton."

The milk was a comfort drink. You started buying it ever since the local grocery store started selling the best offer of your life: three sweet, savory chocolate milk cartons and Sugar Flakes cereal combo. You've been buying it every weekend ever since. At this point you had more cereal boxes than milk.

Of course, you'd never admit to it. To the world, if you came to it, you were buying solely for the offer. It was a childish thing, that milk. It came in cartons, after all, like an elementary school lunch.

Anyway, you were only limited to three cartons a week, so you had to make another question each day, not knowing what would happen in the next. The question being, "Was this day hard?"

Tonight, the answer was also clear, "Yes, absolutely it was."

Of course, you could only treat yourself to this delicacy at the right moment. First, take a shower; clean yourself off of that disgusting, nonexistent grime you've built up over the long workday. After that, dress up in your comfy pajamas. Luckily, everything was comfortable when your boyfriend(s)'s clothes were readily available.

Then, only then, was it the right time.

You made your way to the fridge as you towel dried your hair, only to be interrupted by the aforementioned boyfriend(s), who was slouching over the opened fridge. "(y/n)?"

"Yes, Marc?"

"Can I have one of these?" He turns to you, lovely chocolate milk carton in hand.

"Um.." 

You don't quite respond, but Marc turns back to return it anyway. You can barely catch sight of his face with how fast the interaction goes. "Nevermind, sorry."

"What?" You ask, dumbfounded.

"Hm?" He hums in question, not knowing what you're inquiring about.

"I didn't even respond, Marc."

"Oh." He says, and it's his turn to be confused. "You did, though?"

"I didn't say anything."

"Oh, yeah. Well," He shoves something in his mouth, which obstructs his either way non-eloquent speech, "you gave me this look. I thought that was your response."

"What was the look?"

"I don't know. Sort of, pouty? Furrowed eyebrows and all?"

You purse your lips at yourself, "Did I?"

"Yeah, I think so." He replies nonchalantly, another bite of something in his mouth.

You hum in acknowledgement. "Could you-?"

"Look, I know how much that milk means to you." You hadn't told him that, and he hasn't asked. Marc turns back to you, apple in his hand and a chunk of it in his cheek. You purse your lips again to prevent yourself from objecting. "I understand if you don't want to give any to me."

You can stare at his face now. Clearly, Marc has had a long day too. He's got a bandaid over his nose and a cut along his cheek that's sort of not enough to warrant a bandage or medicinal tape, or perhaps you've run out of all that. His curls are in a mess too, and wet, like he'd only just hopped out of the shower.

"Tough day today?"

Marc shrugs, "I guess. Had to fight this one guy who I had to chase after he started feeling hopeless, which ended up being him leading me into his gang of friends, although they were easy enough to beat. Then there was this other guy…" He trails off into different details of his day.

You take notice of the fact he looks calm through it all as if it were day to day trouble. It also seemed ten times as harsh as your job. Although, you suppose his sort of colorful work beats the monotony of your repetitive tasks.

Yeah. Maybe you were having equally awful days.

"D'ya know what, Marc?"

"Hmm?" He hums curiously.

"There's two left in the fridge, right? We can have both today." Marc's eyebrows raise and you chuckle, "My treat."

He laughs in disbelief, "Really?"

"Yeah."

Marc takes both remaining cartons out of the fridge and, despite it being the middle of the week, you let it happen.

He hands one to you, and silently–despite the crinkle of the plastic wrappers–you pop out the straws at the same time. You stab the protective seal of the opening open together as well.

He holds out his carton to you, you do the same. "Cheers." 

And so, you clink the cartons together as if grand flutes of champagne and drink like champions. (More like Marc downs the little thing in one go and you sit by Gus 2.0 to savor it.)

This little interaction gradually becomes a monthly (generous, for the nectar of gods) tradition. Steven gets to indulge sometimes, too, when his days are his days and he's on inventory again. (Because how can you continue being vegan when the other two who share your body are big fans of the non-vegan?) Jake, on the other hand, agreed that it was a little childish but he wasn't going to get in the way of it.

That is, until one night, you arrive home one tired day to find something treacherous.

The milk carton in the fridge is lukewarm. It's Friday.

It was Marc, of course. Could only be him. Your giftshoppist boyfriend could never be conniving enough for a plan like this.

Marc bought replacement milk cartons so that he could have the cold ones for himself to fool you. He'd dwindled your financial situation by buying the carton outside of a sale, and that was just this week! Who knows if he's been doing this for months?!

"MARC!"

"AH!" Your startled boyfriend shouts at his desk, "MY NAME'S STEVEN WITH A V!"

[anarchy-and-piglins]

"You're hungry," Ranboo said, "you need to eat."

Techno stared at him, crimson eyes sunken and red-rimmed. "I ate two days ago."

Ranboo exhaled. "I know. You need to eat."

Pulling his knees up to his chest, Techno wrapped his arms around them. "It's too early. I can endure longer."

"It's not about what you can endure," Ranboo told him. "It's about what I want you to endure. Or don't want you to, rather." When he stretched out his arm, it was impossible not to notice the way Techno's eye caught on it, unable to pull away from the pale expanse of skin. "Please?"

He thought they were making progress.

When Techno stopped rejecting every attempt of Ranboo's to feed him, he genuinely thought things were improving. Ranboo was keeping his fledgling fed, he was doing his job as a sire.

So that made it all the more frustrating Techno became difficult again immediately, after only having had his blood to drink once.

"It's enough," Techno insisted. His shoulders shook. He was still so weak.

Ranboo considered pressing the issue. Phil wasn't around, neither was Wilbur. Was there anybody to stop him if he decided to take matters into his own hands? Would anybody step in if he wrapped his fingers around his fledgling's throat and pushed him into the bed and forced him to feed? Would it make him a bad sire?

Would it make him a good sire but a bad person?

Ranboo didn't know which one was more important to him anymore.

He dropped his arm instead. Step by step. he had to do this right or he'd risk messing things up forever. It was the short sting of a bandaid versus the long, time-consuming pain of stitches. But only one would be the proper way to treat these wounds.

"Tomorrow then?" Ranboo asked. "I'll leave you alone for today, but you have to promise to eat tomorrow. So you don't become sick."

Techno squinted at him for a moment longer, then sighed and tucked his chin into his chest. He nodded.

"Promise it to me," Ranboo said.

"I promi-"

"No." He reached out, pretended to ignore how techno flinched, and put his hand on the fledgling's shoulder so his thumb could rest on the side of his neck. the bite mark felt warm to the touch. Ranboo could sense their bond. It was a fragile, pitiful thing - but it was strong enough for this.

"I promise," Techno said, but he sounded angrier about it now.

Ranboo didn’t mind. He felt the weight of the words take hold, binding Techno to that promise. A sacred oath to his sire.

Whether he wanted to or not tomorrow, Techno would feed.

[fruitchouli]

which of the zoologist perfumes have you tried, and how did you feel about them? a selection is fine if this is too involved, i don't want this to feel like a nasty homework since there are a lot.

i’ve only tried 4.. the ones i liked were bee which is a great honey but i would never spend that amount of money on a single perfume 😔 but i would really like it. and sacred scarab but i don’t have the words to describe that one.. i really was not into cockatiel which i thought i would like because it’s powdery but the rhubarb was too green and i really didn’t like the green tart with the powdery sweet… but my friend liked it! i also didn’t like moth which like sacred scarab is kind of hard to describe it’s not fully captured by the notes but the overall impression was kind of an unpleasant medicinal bandaid. normally i love medicinal but it just wasn’t working for me..

[itsacrowd]

@secondhandmckie | CONTINUED.

No shit.

Molly lifted a hand to the stinging, split skin and gently dabbed at her brow, her lip. "Huh. Wouldja look at that?" She replied, as casually as if she'd been spotting a funny looking cloud in the sky. She held up a the crimson-tinted finger for him. "You're right!"

"Just a scrap, Castle, don't worry your sweet little shaved head over it." She reached in her bag for a leftover napkin--some fast food place she'd hit up before this happened--and bent to use the truck's side mirror to clean herself up. "I pinky-promised to not be a mess around the baby, and I fully intend on keeping my promise. Pinky promises are sacred and not to be taken lightly." She hissed as it stung, making her eye water slightly. "Sonofabitch. I had this cleaned up before, but they must've opened up. Ran out of bandaids."

A flutter of amusement reaches his features at her response. He watched her with a skeptical look on his face as she tried to stifle the bleeding. Frank was no stranger to blood, and he knew a more severe cut when he saw one. Chances were it didn’t need stiches, just a better job of first aid to keep it clean, and closed. 

“Oh, I’m aware,” He replied in regards to pinky promises before he took a step closer to her, holding out his hand. “Let me take a look.” His eyes met hers, wondering if she’d try to brush off the help. 

[littlepadika]

Any ideas about Maxie and a little who's afraid of needles and getting her covid vacc? ):

this is soooo precious 🥺pls get vaccy even though pokey hurts. I pwomise it's safe and it will protect you and those around you!

Kitten gets the vaccine!

Warnings: DDLG, needles, anxiety, comfort

You did not like needles. Period. End of discussion. You knew it was important to get vaccinated but the first time you tried to go to the pharmacy you ended up running back home because you were too scared. Maxie decided the best thing would be to have one of his nurse friends come to the house to give the vaccine to you. That way you'd be in a space you were familiar with and could have your stuffies and your daddy to protect you.

Maxie had already gotten it (because he is older than you) and he thought that would help convince you but alas, come the day of the appointment you were being especially fussy.

"Please I don't wanna!" You threw yourself on the ground.

"I know." Max felt like such a meanie for making you do this but it was important. "I know but it's important, kitten. And I'm gonna get you a big reward after this. Another pretty cupcake dress and a new dollhouse."

"I don't want shot!" You turned your back to him, bolting to your room and throwing your kitten ears on the ground. Max sighs, knocking on your door after a moment. He picked up your headband, twirling it in his hands nervously.

"Kitten... I know it's scary. But it's important we do this. Daddy had to get one and I was sacred."

"No you weren't!" You grumble though you were listening to his soothing voice.

"I was. I'm not as strong as you think I am, baby. There are things daddies get afraid of too. Like spiders and needles. But you know how I got through it?" He waited, hearing your quiet breaths. Good, you were calming down. "I got through it because I had you with me, kitten. You held my hand remember? And I'm gonna hold your hand today. Can you be brave for me?"

There was no response. "Can I open the door?"

There was a small click as you opened the door and immediately burst into tears again. You felt bad for being difficult even though it was a natural fear. "I'm sowwy daddy. I just hate needles so much."

"Oh kitten... It's okay. It's okay." He pulled you into his arms. You tugged on his shoulders trying to get picked up. He chuckled, lifting you and letting you lock your legs around his hips. It was nearly time. "You want to pick a stuffie to hold?"

You just shook your head.

"Really? Are you sure?"

"Jus' wan' you, daddy." You nuzzled the side of his neck. He felt his heart melt.

"At least put on your kitty ears. There..." He positioned them in your hair.

The nurse arrived a minute later and got everything set up. You had been quiet for the whole time though. your heart was hammering in your chest and you felt lightheaded.

"Daddy's got you." Max reassured you quietly, squeezing the arm wrapped around your waist.

As the nurse approached with the needle you started squirming, turning your head away. But Max didn't let you get away. He felt like the meanest daddy in the world as you struggled and cried. He tucked your face under his chin so that you wouldn't see. The nurse just smiled sympathetically before giving you a quick poke in the arm.

"It's over. It's over." He said as soon as the needle came out. You looked down, realizing you now had a hello kitty bandaid on your arm and the nurse lady had retreated.

"I did it?" You looked up at him.

"Yes you did! I'm so proud of you!" He tickled your sides.

Max bid the nurse farewell and thank you. Once it was just you two he brought out a big red box. Your reward!

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