#i started a new med and its like.. really nice

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Paper cuts and cheek kisses: Minho tmr x Med jack!fem!reader

Summary: Minho was never one to go the med jacks' cabin often. On the contrary actually, you had to drag him into it whenever he got hurt in order to patch him up. Oh girl, but things changed when you two started dating, and now he comes up with the silliest excuses just to see your face. At least being his fave med jack means some special treatment

Warnings: None, except that Minho is madly in love and reader is slightly sarcastic (got it from her mother, aka me)

Requested: yes

Words: Around 1300

Author's rambles: As someone who had the biggest crush on Minho growing up (Who I want to fool with this? I still do) and who imagined her role in the Maze would be med jack this request was so cute to write. Hope you like it!

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Everyone needed to prove their worth in the maze, from the youngest and oldest boys to you, the only girl. And being honest, your passed that test with excellent marks. Living in a place full of the most stubborn and reckless shanks you have ever known (not that you remembered meeting anyone before them, but that was not the point) proving that you were strong enough wasn’t a choice, but a need. However, most of them shown them a new kind of strength they hadn’t seem until then. The strength you used to calm Chuck down when he was crying during his first night in the glazeThe strength which was necessary to always be the one who introduced first to new greenies, to do it with a sincere smile as saying “Yeah, this place is a clunk, but it’s our clunk. Our place”. The same one that helped you become a med-jack.

You loved your role, somehow you were really good at it as the girl you were before being trapped there had some knowledge about it. But you would be lying if you said it didn’t have its downsides, one of them being… Well, him.

“Minho, slinthead, go to the med-jack's cabin right now. That cut doesn’t look good” you demanded as soon as you saw him on the gardens talking with Newt after he came back from the maze.

“Nice to see you too, princess” That condescending pet names he used on you, you swear one day your eyes would fall from your face just because of the times you had rolled them. Since your first day you had to deal with his teasing (not flirting, as you had corrected Newt when he asked about it once) “And don’t worry, Clint and Jeff already saw it and told me it was fine as long as I cleaned today in the shower”

“Clint and Jeff only let you get away with no treating any of your wound properly because they are scared you will fight them if they said otherwise” You crossed your arms “Unfortunately for you, you don’t have the same effect on me. To the cabin, now. I will be the one who binds it”

“You are lucky I can’t say no to you, darling” He started following you towards the med-jack’s, not without smiling sheepishly first.

Sitting in the hammock, Minho looked at your face as you gently rubbed a cotton soaked in iodine. So focused on your work and yet so beautiful, he thought to himself. He was enjoying the view, but your words snapped him from his thoughts.

“Can I ask why the hell you never want us to see your injuries?”

“Pretty girl, you are smart, way more than me, but you don’t get me. It’s not that I don’t want you to do your job, I have my reasons for it” He smirked, if he wasn’t so stupid sometimes you would admit he looked handsome right now.

“Please, enlighten me” You turned around to look for the necessary equipment to patch him up.

“Do you know that before you arrived, I never protested when it came to the med-jacks? That Clint or Jeff would treat me, and I wouldn’t utter a word?”

“If that is your way of saying that I am bad at my job, you should be more careful. Do I have to remind you that I am the one here who has a scalpel nearby?”

You were so done with his shit, if you remembered right there was a phrase that said something like “Don’t bite the hand that feeds you” and same way he shouldn’t annoy the person who was responsible for his health. The scalpel thing was a joke, more or less, but you were starting to rethink it.

“Not really darling” He chuckled, and you found yourself liking the sound of it “Maybe I just convinced Clint and Jeff to wait to heal this because I knew you wouldn’t want me to be injured. So, you would take me then and I would get to spend some time with my favourite med-jack”

“You are unbearable” And you were completely sure you mean what you said, but you couldn’t bring yourself not to smile at his silly plan “Please, tell me you didn’t get the cut just to see me” You asked while wrapping his strong (Were you thinking about that right now? Really?) arm with the bandage.

“You shouldn’t think too low of me, y/n” He shook his head “The injury was an accident, Newt came up with the plan when he saw it on the Garden”

“I knew that you couldn’t come up with all of that on your own” You smirked and stared at him. Had his eyes always been that deep or was the light that passed through the windows what made them look like that? “By the way, the patch up is done, just be sure you don’t drench it and come her to change it every two days until it scars. I would also recommend that you take a day off running, but you would ignore me anyway, and I won’t waste my saliva”

“You look really good when you are mad at someone, has anyone ever told you that?” He blurted out, not even thinking it twice, and he was surprised when instead of telling him to fuck off you blushed. Neither of you had expected it. You needed a few seconds to recover your mind and your ability to speak.

“Whatever, you can go now” You hadn’t realized how close you had been to him until then “Come on, what are you expecting? A good job sticker or something?”

“I have a better plan in mind” Another smirk, his hands guiding yours to rest on his shoulders, his comfortably around your waist. His face coming closer to yours, threatening to close the gasp… Woah, you had to admit that this bastard was handsome. And finally, his lips on yours. Slightly nervous at first, as he was afraid you would pull away at any given moment. Then sweet turning more and more passionate by seconds.

News always flied in the glaze, you two being “a thing” now was not. an exception. By the time the next bonfire arrived, no one, not even the greenie, wasn’t aware of it. Newt was glad, Minho had been rambling about you way too long and he couldn’t stand it anymore. Alby was a little bit angry, his rules had been broken again after all, but that was something you could deal with later. Minho was over the moon. You finally assumed that the line between annoyance and love is really thin. But there were two people who weren’t so happy about it…

“Here he comes again” Clint claimed as he saw a familiar tall and dark-haired boy entering the cabin.

“What happened this time?” Jeff asked as he placed some liquids on the shelves “Did he touch some poison ivy? Or did he catch a cold?” Being honest, they were growing tired of your Minho coming over with some stupid excuse to see you.

“A paper cut thanks to the map’s room, actually” He answered as he came closer to the desk where you were writing down the inventory before the next box arrived. “Afternoon, princess”

“Afternoon you too, my lovely clumsy bastard” You joked, placing a soft kiss on his lips

“Y/n, we will be running off band-aids if you keep putting one on your boyfriend every time he wants to see you” Clint protested as Jeff faked to be throwing up because of your small gestures of affection.

“Fine, a get-well kiss will be enough I guess” Minho accepted, and you wasted no time and kissed his cheek.

The rest of the med-jacks were more than annoyed with him, but he didn’t seem to care. After all, you were his favorite med-jack, the only one whose opinion mattered to him.

#minho tmr x reader #miho x reader #the maze runner #minho x y/n #minho tmr x y/n

[pocketramblr]

AU where Hisashi calls Izuku regularly while he works overseas and one day Hisashi tells Izuku about his new boyfriend who is very sweet to him and unfortunately got into a bad accident many years ago that left him disabled so Hisashi helps care for him.Izuku later finds out this boyfriend is AFO.

why would you leave inko for afo. 'hold on yeah i think i'll leave this priceless bahia emerald and skip town and then i found a broken piece of chalk instead.' my guy. you deserve all might stealing your son.

1- ok so. Hisashi is an accountant who moves to new york to make more money. He and inko officially divorce, which means Izuku takes the Midoriya name and Inko has sole custody, but while Hisashi does not have to pay child support or alimony, he does opt to send them some support and tries to stay in contact because i guess his taste in men was so bad that he and inko just work better as friends. good for them ig.

2- actually Hisashi is just straight up color-blind: he can't see any red flags. Its not just his personal tastes. this man has worked for four separate blatant money laundering schemes since he went abroad. he has no clue. this is how he ends up coming into contact with AfO, but AfO's job offering is too indirect and vague, and Hisashi is like 'are you... flirting with me?' instead, but AfO can work with that. And while Hisashi certainly isn't a genius with people or warning signs, i will give him (and inko) this: he's a great lay.

3- He's also a very caring boyfriend, which was part of the problem with inko, they ended up really inciting each other's anxieties, but AfO likes being pampered so he decides to keep Hisashi around even if he isn't a employee. even better really, that he doesn't have to pay, bribe, quirkify, dequirkify, or threaten him. Hisashi, as a bit of a doting boyfriend, also has a lot to say about the man to others, so Izuku ends up hearing a lot of gushing over the phone as he's training with weights and is a bit too out of breath to change the topic. plus, he doesn't want to bring up going to UA until its a sure thing, his dad will definitely freak out about it not being safe. finally he tells his dad he got in, and hisashi is like 'oh yeah, cuz they changed the rules, which track?' and izuku goes 'oh uh hero track and alsoihaveaquirknowitscalledsuperpower oh look at that moms calling me for dinner sorry bye.'

4. Dazed, Hisashi gushes about his son to his boyfriend later, dropping that izuku's going to become a hero at ua, what a surprise- but, well, he supposes his son has always loved to watch heroes...

AfO is like 'hm. being a hero isn't very safe...' ('i know...') 'why don't you try to push him to visit you? keep him safe. maybe in a safe. don't you just wanna keep a hold of him?' ("i do, but that'll only drive him away. he's growing up... besides, if i was busy only keeping watch over him, who'd take care of you?") 'mm, good point. keep prioritizing me, i will neither put a hit on the kid as competition nor do anything to keep him safer.'

5. Reveal... uh yeah so Hisashi does mention to Izuku when his boyfriend goes missing, sometimes he gets called to work suddenly but he's never been gone this long, he's worried, is he restocking his meds, where is he? oh yeah, he vanished around Kamino. unfortunate, but not incriminating on its own. What IS incriminating is rewound!AfO, looking at Izuku with a tilted head. "I can see bits of Hisashi in you, hm. Just the worst bits, luckily." Izuku starts realizing what this means. Bakugo distracts him and blasts him to the Shigaraki fight, because he also started to realize what it meant and simply did not want to deal with hearing anymore of that. Over at the ShigarAfO fight, AfO tries to keep throwing Izuku (and tomura) off their game by wondering if Hisashi will find this new, younger body nice as well- probably, its not like the man had the highest standards. Izuku and Tomura are united in such abosolute done-ness with AfO that he's immediately snuffed out of Tomura's head and nothing remains behind. Tomura is like 'uh, do you want a day's break and then a rematch because i need to bleach my brain' but izuku is like 'oh no i need to punch someone through a mountain rn, lets keep going while i reform you with the power of friendship and incredible violence.' (By unspoken agreement, neither Izuku, Bakugo, or Tomura ever breathe a word about it to anyone, much less to Hisashi.)

#anon #pocket talks to people #ask game

[fakeuwus]

RECKLESS | lee heeseung

now playing ☾⋆⁺₊🎧✩°｡ reckless by madison beer

"how could you be, so reckless with my heart?"

⁺ ⋆˚ genre: idol!hee x nonidol/university student!femreader, pure angst sorry lol, established relationship

⁺ ⋆˚ warnings: cursing, lowercase intended, barely proofread, mention of i-land LOL, lots of dialouge and idk if thats even a warning but had to put it out there, use of nicknames like babe/baby, infidelity

⁺ ⋆˚ word count: ~1k

⁺ ⋆˚ message from nic: wanted to put smth out while working on my jay fic!! got inspired by this show i was watching called "the game" (dont watch it its like highkey misogynistic and a bit racist and just overall so bad 😭) i wanted to rewatch it bc i used to watch it as a kid and now i realize how bad it was skdkd. but basically the bf is a pro football player while the gf is in med school and a certain plotline in the show inspired this 😁 also this is my first writing piece so pls be nice and feedback is appreciated!

heeseung slowly opened the front door to the apartment you and him shared, trying to be as quiet as possible since you were most likely sleeping. once he made it in he tip toe'd his way to your guys' bedroom. "did you have fun tonight hee?" you asked, while sitting on the couch with nothing but the lamp on. heeseung jumps, "holy shit you scared me! baby what are you doing up? come on let's get you to bed."

he walks over and tries to give you a kiss. you turned your head down only allowing him to press it to your forehead. you were pissed. actually, you were beyond that. words could not describe what you were even feeling at the moment.

you get up from the couch and stand before him, "you didn't answer my question. did you have fun tonight hee?" heeseung is perplexed by your tone. you sounded... hurt? angry? annoyed? all of the above? he tried to proceed with caution, racking his brain of all the possibilities of why you could be acting like this.

"uh... yeah babe, i had a lot of fun tonight. sorry i stayed out so late by the way. you really didn't have to wait up for me, you're probably tired." he was hopeful this was the right answer. it's gotta be, right? all you could do was stifle a cold laugh.

why the hell were you laughing? what was so funny? heeseung can feel his heartbeat in his ears and his skin was turning hot. you had never once acted this way in all of the years you guys had been together. it may not seem like a big deal to others, but you had always been so caring and sweet towards him.

even when you guys were arguing, your soft voice never changed. this was new. this was scary. you had a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes now and it seemed like you were staring into his soul.

"yeah heeseung. it's 2 am," you say sounding almost condescending, "but no i'm not mad that you stayed out so late. i mean i WAS, but after someone sent me a little something i realized there are worse things to be mad about." suddenly your phone is shoved into heeseung's hands. his jaw dropped. no. there's no way.

"who sent you this?! wait no it doesn't matter baby you can't believe this can you?" he reaches out for you but you pull away and start walking towards the front door to gather your jacket and bag, "so you're not even going to try to deny it? huh. i guess my friends were right." it makes him sick how you seem so calm on the outside, your words and actions treating this like one big joke while he's freaking out. he'd rather you be a crying, screaming mess than whatever behavior you're exhibiting at the moment.

you turn back around to him, "you think i don’t know who you’re giggling with on the phone while i’m sitting in the room studying for hours? that i’m stupid enough to believe that you’re not making out with her in that video? that i’m blind enough to not see the heart eyes you two make at each other while in the same room?” your words drip with venom and they shoot heeseung straight in the heart.

he feels like the room is spinning and he wants to faint. he wants to go up to you and hold you and tell you that she doesn’t matter, that you’re the only important thing in his life. but that’s not what happens. heeseung is too wrapped up in the moment to admit his wrongs.

frankly, he’s disgusted with himself and at a loss for words right now. he wants to convince not only you but more importantly to himself that he didn’t do anything wrong. and so he does. what comes out of his mouth next are words he’d soon regret. “WHAT DID YOU WANT ME TO DO YN?! i’ve been so lonely lately because you’re so wrapped up in school and she’s THERE FOR ME. she’s been there when you weren’t. i wouldn’t have made out with her if YOU were at the afterparty with ME like i asked you to! we won four fucking awards tonight and i just wanted my girlfriend there to celebrate with me.”

and just like that, you snap. the jacket and bag in your hands are now thrown to the ground and heeseung flinches. “YOU ARE SO FUCKING UNBELIEVABLE! do you hear the words that are coming out of your mouth right now?! i told you i have an exam tomorrow there was no way i was going to that damn party.”

tears are blurring your vision and your breath is becoming uneven. you don’t even recognize the man standing in front of you. “i have a life too heeseung. while you’re out chasing your dreams so am i. do you even acknowledge the sacrifices i have made for you over the past five years? tell me, was she there for you when you first became a trainee? was she crying for you every fucking episode of i-land? was she there every step of the way supporting your career?!"

heeseung doesn’t speak. he doesn’t move an inch yet his brain is moving a million miles per minute. he knows you’re right. he knows that you decline going out with your friends so you can wait for him to come home from practice. that your life only revolves around school and him. and he’s so eternally grateful for you. his heart yearns to express all the love he has for you and that he fucked up so badly. he just wants to fast forward to the part where you guys work through it and everything is okay again.

but that time is never going to come because you walk up to him with a heavy heart, placing the promise ring he gave you all those years ago in his hands.

he stares at the pretty diamond that shines in the moonlight, the only thing illuminating the darkness that’s consumed the space you both once filled with love. “i hope she was worth it,” you say as you open the door and walk out into the cold night. leaving heeseung and all of the memories of your relationship behind.

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Doctor, Doctor

pairing: Husband!Henry x Doctor!Reader

summary: Fans retell their favourite moments from Henry and Dr. Y/n's wedding movie

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@/supermansdogg: Bro are we really going to ignore Y/n's magazine cover where she’s in her customised pink scrubs 😭😭 She’s so beautiful. No wonder she won most inspiring woman of the year

@/lizardburns: IS ANYONE ELSE FREAKING OUT, Y/NS WEDDING DRESS IS SO FUCKING PRETTY OMG, HENRY IS ONE LUCKY MAN

> @/heartlesspaine: Apparently the photographer had to put his camera away a few times because Henry got a bit “too handsy” WHATEVER THAT MEANS 🫣🫣

@/Trishathelion: Okay but I love how their wedding was tangled theme, the flowers in her hair and the veil with the imprint of a golden sun 😭 ps: heard Y/n and Henry discussing babies but ya didn’t hear it from me

> @/marvelsmarvel: WHERE DID YOU HEAR IT THOUGH?!

>> @/evanscavill: HENRY SAID IT IN AN INTERVIEW AFTER THE WEDDING LOLOL, YOU CAN FIND IT ON YOUTUBE

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@/crissywakeup: No one gonna mention how Y/n lit fell asleep on Henry’s shoulder during the reception in the wedding movie they released. Henry just get stroking her hair and kissing her forehead AND MISS GIRL WAS LITERALLY SMILING IN HER SLEEP. The highway seems nice tonight

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@/Simbaawo: How about in the movie when Y/n couldn’t be bothered to get her food from the buffet so Henry went and got her a plate first before he got his own♥️♥️

> @/draculauraaa: Ok but my favourite part was when he had to kneel down and get her garter from under her skirt in front of their families, and their reaction when he pulled it off with his teeth ☠️☠️

>> @/eddiemuns: Let’s not forget the man we’re talking about here, we have heard costars of Henry say they saw poor Y/n limping about set so many times :3

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@/chimmy101: When Y/n’s nephew was sitting on her lap and Henry was spoon feeding him cake, they so looked like a cute little family

> @/christ1na: Or when the little guy fell asleep on Henry’s shoulder that he didn’t move for a good 20 minutes before the mum came and got him

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@/Henrysnumberuno: Henry had a piece of purple fabric in his breast pocket and I was wondering what it was??

> @/pinkpaintednail: It’s a piece of the scrubs Y/n wore when she first graduated med school, Henry and her had been dating for around a year at that point. He was so proud of her and he still is ♥️

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@/donkeyswamp: Did anyone else notice one hour into the film, where Henry snuck in a packet of biscuits and him and Y/n were sneaking them into their mouths trying not to laugh. I want that. HE EVEN GAVE HER THE LAST COOKIE.

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@/Rainbowpuffers: I saw Y/n a few days ago after the release of the movie and let me just say, that woman is glowing. She was out buying flowers and she looked so beautiful, Henry i’m jealous

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@/HenryCavill: I’m glad you all enjoyed our wedding movie! Y/n and I are now well on our way to our honeymoon destination to do some extra loving ♥️

> @Y/nCavill: It’s ok hun, they know you mean sexy time

>> @/visionsalive: OMG SHE CHANGED HER USER TO CAVILL AND OMG THEYRE SO WINEUDJD

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@/DailyNews: Trending! Henry Cavill and Y/n seen getting intimate on Hawaii beach, is it the start of a Cavill expansion?!

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@/Lisatrure: I’m from Hawaii and I think I just saw Henry and Y/n on the beach, mans hands were not trying to hide his grip on her ass. Don’t even get me started on the way he was kissing all over her too😭😭

> @/fairyglowpic: I SAW THEM TOO!! HENRY HAS A NEW TATTOO ON HIS CHEST AND ITS OF Y/NS INITIALS. I AM GONNA CRY THEYRE SO CUTE AND LOVING

>> @/33userjwuje: I swear Y/n has a new tattoo too? It’s on her upper thigh and you can see it in her bikini post on insta, it says “H.C”

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@/spanishmission: In the reflection of Y/n’s sunglasses on her insta post, you can literally see Henry’s face going like this 😮 when she poses with her ass facing the camera

> @/poppylong: MANS WAS CAUGHT LACKIN

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@/Twistedknots: My mum works with Dr Y/n in the hospital and apparently Henry still comes everyday to sit and eat lunch with her in their staff room. He brings her homemade stuff like pasta and even bring her an extra jacket because it gets colder on the wards at night

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@/swiftie2836: When Y/n started walking down the aisle and Henry started crying 😭😭😭 Bro got me near in tears too with the way he was looking at her with so much love. HE DID NOT HESITATE TO KISS HER BEFORE HE WAS EVEN ALLOWED TOO GODDAMN

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> @/zizitobe: DURING THE GAME WHERE THEY HAD TO HOLD A SHOE UP FOR THE ANSWER, AND BOTH OF THEM SAID Y/N WAS THE BOSS🫣🫣 ALSO I DID NOT KNOW HENRY WAS THE FIRST ONE TO SAY I LOVE YOU IN THEIR RELATIONSHIP. IS NO ONE ELSE CRYING AT THE FACT THAT HENRY CHOSE HER FOR THE MOST LIKELY TO LEAD THE BEDROOM

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@/listennlearn: The photobooth photos from their wedding are so magical, the photo where Y/n is on his lap and he’s kissing her cheek 🥺🥺

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@/butterflytruck: When Y/n's dress got too heavy for her so he literally helped to carry her skirt at the back for her, and he let her sit on his lap for the reception too so he could kiss her shoulders. Plus the way in the after scenes where we took such gentle care taking out each of her hair pins, WHICH THERE WERE HUNDREDS BY THE WAY

>> @/lisbonprincessa: well we all know what happened afterwards cus I could clearly see Henry’s paws venturing under her silk robe a bit TOO OFTEN

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Coming from puff puffs blog 🤧🤥 hope you don't mind 😝🙈🙉 ur also totally gaining a new follower..

WHAT ARE YOUR HEADCANONS ON SOAP? 🥰🥰🥰 unless you've already done this before then I am so sorry 😓

relationship with soap headcanons

warnings: sfw, fluff, some angst, relationship arguments, family trauma mentioned, religious trauma, homophobia, bad dad

a/n: my fav cod man is soap so this took my top priority!!! i think about this man a lot, 09 and reboot version. reboot is my fav though, realistically, he's who i would actually get with. here’s all the things i’ve thought about him, there’s probably more tbh… OK OK HERE :))

childhood hcs

johnny soap mactavish comes from a large family of 5 siblings, he's the second oldest. it's elsie, him, blair, callum, and olivia.

growing up in a family of mainly girls got him on that respect women juice. he would always have to make sure his younger siblings are ok and aren't you know, being bullied. his parents were adamant on 2 year age gaps between them all.

his cousin, jack, was an sas operator and that was what made him want to join. they had to call security forces to arrest him out at some point because he kept sneaking in to watch them do stuff lol

elsie left for uni with her bf to live in soho when johnny was 16, the same year he would talk to recruiters around his hometown, driving hours and then getting rejected the same day due to his age

9th grade (year 10) chemistry got him obsessed with stem and its *explosive* results. he aced chemistry and then took advanced chemistry and physics just because he loved it so much

after this, as soon as he turned 18, he went to sign his papers THEN graduated school (he's just like me fr). his mom was so worried for him, especially when her sister told her about the danger that jack would get himself into. in the end, he promised he'll always call her and his siblings

his dad's an ass, hes an alcoholic, a cheater, a *bitch*... he would always take the kids to church on sundays and twisted the religion into a reason for his behavior. claiming that johnny's mom being at home was just "their culture"

she makes a killer shepherd's pie though

always had had some sort of love-hate relationship with the catholic faith. on one hand, it was nice to know there's always at least someone watching out for him, but after hearing the constant belittlement from his father, claiming he wasn't "manly enough" for not willing to give his life up in the service, he started to resent the “all merciful”.

he ended up blaming god for all his faults, letting him take accountability. this especially happened when he got diagnosed with adhd when he was 17, his dad didn’t believe in mental health. his mom was only a bit better about it, they both refused meds for him.

he's bisexual, leans towards women though. found this out after a truth or dare game in junior year (year 12) and some beers in a closet

at one point, callum acccidently let it slip at dinner when johnny had first moved out that he had met a cute guy and their dad screamed and yelled at the whole family, especially their mom, about "raising a fucking whore of a son, dragging the family down to shite"

blair called and told johnny a few days later and johnny rushed his work as quickly as possible and begged his chain of command for a few days off to go back home to his family

his family gets loud…like really loud. there’s 7 people what do you expect?

it gets especially bad when it’s sunday morning and you gotta get 7 people awake and looking their church best for an hour and a half 😔

johnny is the quickest everything there is, which has its downsides too. he could run and swim the fastest in the family, but he was also the quickest eater…meaning he’s on dish washing duty. he’s quick at that too so by the time everyone’s finished, he’s washed all the other dishes that took to make dinner

broke his arm chasing a cat through someone’s yard (he was 14)

had a goat scream and kicked him because he wanted to give it a hug

he got a part time job at a local bakery in 10th grade (year 11). the pay wasn’t much but neither was the work really. olivia, who was 9 at the time, made him promise that he’ll get her a doll to have tea with. her tea set had 4 cups but only one of her, so she must get another one to join her! he kept his promise; he ended up getting three dolls for her

he can make amazing soda bread and brioche loafs now too, still keeps a starter from the owner of the bakery to this day

he had a mountain bicycle that he would take everywhere. had room behind his seat for packages and his backpack, which he would tie down. that thing had such a loud bell too, would ring constantly to “let people know hes coming and get ready”

was terrified of selkies for some reason, always had the window closed and made callum sleep by it while he slept by the door

wasn’t much of a troublemaker, but would get into trouble with his adventurous heart.

got lost in the woods once and after a while of fake courage, he sat down and cried until elsie found him. he was 20 yards (13 meters) away from the clearing 😭😭

laugh at that guys, mf was 15

personality & relationship hcs

johnny is such a fun lover. he’s handsome yeah, but what makes ppl flaunt over him is his humor. he’s what jessica rabbit said “he makes me laugh”

such a charismatic and charming person, gets it from his dad. he could talk about just about anything, also the type to strike up a conversation with a stranger at the grocery store. then end up with their number and a date or helping them dog sit

this isn’t always a good thing though, one time before he was medicated, he would talk on and on, his story becoming incoherent due to the amount of self-interruptions he made, that a group of guys got so annoyed at that pub, they punched him.

he was young, 19, and couldn’t fight, so he didn’t win and came back to the barracks with a nasty black eye

he likes to be the big spoon, has to hold something in order to sleep

feel like he’s the type to wrap his arms around a pillow and lay on his stomach to sleep

speaking of sleeping, he HATES sleeping with socks on. he tried it one day and he just shivered at the feel of it, woke up and his socks were missing (he found them under the bed)

i also feel like he sleeps like a log, unmoving once he finds his comfort, i also think it's because he had to sleep in the same bed as his siblings at one point and he didn't want to wake them by moving, so he got accustomed to being a still sleeper

one time he accidentally got into a fight at a bar when a guy kept being misogynistic and was arrested and kept in jail for the whole night until one of his civilian friends bailed him out

johnny's the type to race you in the rain to the car. again, he's quick so he's always ahead of you but then he slips from the rain and ends up all wet and muddy and in the car.

his favorite thing to do is hear you laugh. he'll do anything to hear you laugh.

whenever you're sad, he'll purposely stub his toe or trip down the stairs or make you kiss his "owie" (a papercut) to get you to cheer up. like yeah it hurts like a fucking bitch but seeing you sad hurts more than a silly tumble

number one date event is city exploring and hopping. like cafe hopping, pub hopping, museum hopping, restaurant hopping, anything that makes you get up and get going with time to sit and chill at the same time.

feels like he can eat a lot, he's the type to eat your food if you end up not liking it or being too full

when he gets home from missions and the initial excitement of seeing you dies down, he also dies down and nap for hours until it's the middle of the night and he gets up to eat something.

he loves naps. feels like he needs a nap time every day if it was possible

he's a very kind lover, he's easy going so its not hard that sometimes people take advantage of this and push his buttons until he can't take it anymore

causes a huge blowup because he can have a nasty temper whenever he bottles stuff up and pushes things aside

not a physical manifestation of anger, but definitely a verbal anger, will say things he doesn't really mean just to say it and realize right after the words leave his lips that he fucked up

but he'll stake out in front of the guest bedroom in which you've locked yourself in until you come out and he gets the chance to forgive you

the type to stand in the rain and hold a sign saying sorry right outside your window, a very cheesy romcom style (gaz made him watch them)

he loves you more than anything and loves you even more than you can keep up with him and laugh at his jokes, no matter how awful they are

he wants 4 kids by the way

#cod mw2 #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mwii #cod #modern warfare 2 #fanfic #john soap mactavish #captain john mactavish #john mactavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish x reader #soap call of duty #soap mactavish #soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #soap cod #soap mw2 #johnny mactavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish #johnny mactavish #call of duty modern warfare #katzwrites

[nrdmssgs]

Hi! I love your writing! Could you please write some more angst? I love fics where the reader is in danger/peril. Platonic or romantic is fine!

Before he snaps

Masterlist Angst with an open ending

Pairing: Soap x reader

Summary: Soap finds a new face on the base, that wakes his utmost interest. Your face. There is only one problem: you have a rule to never date military men.

TW: heavy swearing, implied abuse (physical and psychological)

AN: sorry for taking forever, I needed to gather a bit strength to formulate and share this one.

Johnny smiles widely in surprise, when he discovers a new face in the office. He stops on his tracks, turns around and heads straight to you. "Never seen ya here before, lass. I'm Soap, nice to meet you!” You are taking aback by his assertiveness, since you didn't await for anyone to come to your office on your first day here. Nevertheless, you answer. “Soap? Is it because you always smell nice?” “Check it yourself if you want.” He moves closer and hovers over your table so that you really can feel the deep fresh aroma with slight notes of spice emanating from his skin. You frown and laugh in surprise. And just like that, Johnny, who had a million things to do today, suddenly finds a whole hour to distract you from onboarding.

***

You know the golden rule: “don't date military men”. Even if mankind extincts and there is only you and that handsome sergeant with his endearing accent and eyes, you could easily drown in, are left alive - don't date military men. But it will do no harm to have a little chat with him time to time, right? And It's certainly not your fault, he has so much paperwork, he needs your help with. You always have time for Soap.

***

“Gaz, no time for explaining, I need your forms 17-A-41 and 17-A.1-41!” Johnny rushes into Kyles room with a speed of a freshly unleashed greyhound. Gaz doesn't even manage to reply, while Soap roams through the papers on his table. “Soap, don't tell me you drank coffee from the captain's mug before bed again…” But Johnny completely ignores his friends words and grabs papers. “Here they are! I'll fill these in for you, dinnae worry, pal!” Kyle still processes, what has just happened, when Johnny disappears behind his door, barely closing it. It's only a week later, when he notices, who exactly in the office verifies these forms. By that time, Soap manages to steal and fill these papers for the whole TF. 

You are warned very soon that Captain John Price's crew need not be disturbed, even if they owe you some documents. Their work is different from the tasks of the rest of the soldiers on the base, and their incredible workload must be treated with understanding. But Johnny keeps visiting your office every other evening, when they are not deployed. He may be tired, may struggle to stay awake, but stopping by your desk is a ritual, and it's not to be broken. When he brings you form 17-A-41 from Price himself, you take the same one out of your table and show him. “Johnny, you are overworking. You've already brought me Prices version last week. Now, I do not accuse you of forging documents, I know that you fill out everything conscientiously. But don't you think it's time to take a break? Because at this point, your work starts losing its point.”

Other guys on his place would be embarrassed, but not him. You never see him down, in fact, even when he comes to you obviously straight out of the med bay.  “I can find more soldiers, who still are not done with these forms, you are waiting to validate. Or we can skip all paper work and go on a date already.” He is pretty straight forward, but one can afford such boldness, having an absolute disarming smile. A smile so beautiful, it's a pity, you have to brush it off from his face. “Sorry, Soap. It's better if we stick to the paper work.” Despite your fears, his smile doesn't disappear, as if his face could never be sad or angry. “As you wish, lassie.”

***

You two keep it friendly yet professional. Even when you start attending little gatherings, the 141 has every now and then at a small pub in the nearest town to the base. Although every time you come there, whoever was seating next to Johnny, finds something very urgent to tend to on an opposite side of the table. 

“It is still not a date,” you note every time, and Johnny makes a funny face, bringing his brows together. “Of course, bonnie. Not dating military guys, I remember. It's a complete ordinary work meeting. Now you get those documents ready and I'll bring you a pint.” His smile still shines ever so bright, it feels, as if someone brought an extra lamp to your table. 

***

“Still not a date?” His mischievous eyes narrow, when you freeze a few inches away from his face. This year you've gradually become so used to such evenings, you didn't even notice, how others left you two alone. Didn't even notice, how you two spent a whole hour talking, how you laughed at his jokes, head thrown back, how you gradually leaned closer, until his hand rested on your shoulder. 

“Yeah, you're right, sorry.” You instantly remember the №1 rule and all the reasoning behind it. A wave of fear washes down your body, you move away from Johnny and clasp your fingers around your arms.

***

At first, Johnny thought, it's a matter of principle for you to not start any romantic intercourse inside the military. It was not the first time, he came across someone with such a rule, so he isn't surprised. But slowly a different thought develops at the back of his mind: something led you to this principle. Something unsettling, something, he doesn't like at all. But you never told him anything, never let him question you on that topic. So Johnny waits and tries to be somewhere near you, just in case you'll need his help.

You try to not let it slip, but there are tiny cracks in your demeanor here and there. Stories cut off in mid-sentence, your restless glances around when the two of you go out of any building. Johnny never shows it, but he remembers every time, something like that happens. And despite his ever-blooming smile, it accumulates anger and concerns deep inside him. 

***

Soap regrets, you two are not dating when you disappear from the office for a week and return with a medical mask on your face. “Caught bad cold, I'm afraid I'm still contagious.” Your explanation reeks of lies a mile away. But Johnny accepts it without questions. After all, he only wants for you to feel safe around him. Of course, it pains Soap a bit, that you obviously keep secrets from him, but who was he to ask you to always be honest to him? So he keeps smiling like an idiot and only lets himself touch your hand and remind, that you can always reach out to him, no matter what.

And you actually contact him in some time. It is late, the whole base was sleeping. “Johnny, you there?” A short message, to which he immediately responds, wondering, why aren't you asleep at this late hour. “Can you walk me from the office?”

Walk you from the office? Now? Something doesn't add up. It's too late even for after hours at work. What made you stay that long at the office? Or maybe… (And this is when Johnny remembers your frightened eyes, when you two exited any building.) Or maybe, who kept you from going out of the office? Soap throws on his jacket and almost runs towards the offices. He is met by a dark building with one alive window - yours. Johnny almost flies up the stairs and knocks on your door. 

You open the door and thank all the gods, it's Johnny with his warm, caring smile. “I'm sorry, I promise, I'll explain everything, just please let's go out of here! I want home, I'm so tired.” Soap doesn't protest and lets you take him down a dark hallway, then up empty flights of stairs, and finally out into the street. "It's probably all right! I just thought, I've seen something... We'll just get to my apartment and everything will be all right." You mutter incessantly when Johnny stops abruptly and takes your hand.

“Wait-wait. Look at me, please.” Johnny still smiles, but his voice is now low, rumbling, menacing. “Whatever is happening here with you - this is not ok. And I want to help. But you'll need to tell me, what exactly is going on.”

You stand before him, gathering all your strength to speak up. But when you finally open your mouth, Johnny's gaze darts somewhere behind you, and he automatically steps forward, shielding you from something, you have not yet seen. But you recognize, what, or rather who, is coming at you. He is your pain, your fear, everything, you thought, you've left behind, your #1 rule. For a short moment, you press your whole body against Johnny and plead him. “Please ignore him, let's just walk away, please.”

“Leave her be, mate. You can find yourself something much more fancy.” The painfully familiar voice makes you freeze. You clench to Soaps jacket and mumble ‘please-please-please ignore him’. 

“This whore is my cross to bear, you don't need her. You can do much better than a stupid twat, that apparently ‘needs more attention when her man is not deployed’, but still won't abandon her useless work to spend more time with me.” Soap doesn't answer, doesn't even flinch, only covers one of your hands with his. “You don't need a useless slut, that accepts your attention only to abandon you, because you apparently didn't match some image of a prince Charming, that she bears in her fucking head!” You could not make yourself lift your gaze to the man speaking to Soap. You only beg Johnny to leave. And when it feels like he is almost convinced to not start a fight, the man adds: “You, boy, can do so much better than a fruitless tree, that throws a tantrum when its “bark” is slightly scratched.” Johnny looks down at you. Forgotten, that you still have your medical mask on, you cover your mouth with your hand, as if trying to hide something from him. Soap doesn't ask you to remove the mask - there is no need. He turns back to the man, takes a deep breath. 

And then Johnny snaps.

#cod #cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod x reader #soap mctavish #john soap mactavish #soap cod #soap mw2 #soap modern warfare #call of duty #johnny soap mactavish #soap mactavish #soap x reader #soap x y/n #soap x you #sergeant mactavish #johnny mactavish #soap mactavish x reader

[yeahyeahchloe]

It Wasnt in my Head (3)

(a/n: pls lmk if u see any typos! )

Summary: Abby is the starting linebacker at UW and when her team starts to falter her coach decides to get the team into ballet, in order to teach them that grace and stability is important in football too. Abby is just as upset about her teammates about this, until she sees her pretty new ballet teacher...

dancer!reader x football!abby

!!ABBY IS STRAIGHT IN THE BEGINNING. READER IS HER GAY AWAKENING!!

˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖

This whole house smelled like total ass.

Dina was excitedly walking next to me trying to guide me to the alcohol, as Ellie looked for her friend.

"Abby!" Ellie exclaimed from my left.

I turned to look into the direction she was facing and just about shit my pants.

It was the pretty blonde from the football team.

She smiled at Ellie and they gave eachother a one armed hug in greeting.

"So this is Dina and Y/n, guys this is Abby," Ellie introduced us both.

Abby nodded her head at Dina in greeting before turning to me and hesitating.

"Hey, yeah no we've met," She said to Ellie signaling at me.

"Oh? Where?" Ellie inquired curiously.

"She is the little ballerina that got stuck teaching the varsity starters," Abby told her with a smirk.

"Y/n, you didn't tell me you were teaching the varsity starters,"

"I, uh, I guess I didn't think I would be running into one like this," I answered Ellie before turning to Abby, "Well, Abby, its nice to properly meet you,"

"Pleasures all mine," She answered with a friendly smile and a slight head nod.

Oh wow fuck me.

"Okay, well were gonna go get drunk. Bye!" Dina said, pulling my arm and dragging me away towards the kitchen.

I decided to just pour a vodka soda for me and Dina while we chatted.

"So what do you think of Ellie's friend?" She asked, sending a smirk my way.

"Oh, god, was is that obvious?" I reddened and hid my face with my hands.

Dina guffawed before answering, "Only to me I think, but I get it. She's totally your type,"

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Oh c'mon! She's tall, super built, big nose, commanding presence, athlete. She was basically made just for you,"

"Ok ok fine, she's perfect, but I am way to awkward to ever initiate anything,"

"Well, maaybe just try talking to h-" Dina cut herself off with a large gasp, "Ohmygod Jesse is right there!!" She gasped, pointing to the boy across the room. "I'm gonna go talk to him,"

"No Dina don't leave me,"

"I'm going in,"

"No, D, please!" I begged her as she strutted off.

I turned around and started digging for stuff to make myself a drink, but the stupid grenadine was too high on the shelf.

A hand reached above my own and grabbed and handed it to me.

"Thank yo- oh its you!" I said, turning around to face the person who had helped me.

"What, wishing for someone cooler?" Abby teased with a smirk.

"Ugh, no. Dina is off with Jesse now, so, I'm gonna drink it off," I told her, gesturing to Dina and Jesse making out on a couch.

"Oh god lame. But I kinda get it, I was the same with this one boyfriend,"

My head snapped back to her with a look of disbelief, and before my brain could catch up to my mouth, I blurted; "You aren't gay??"

"No? What, you are?" She asked, matching my disbelief.

"Well, yeah," I said as if it was obvious.

It really isn't, but I'm trying.

"Ah, well, you had me fooled," She said, face tinged slightly pink.

"Yeah, me too" I answered her, exhaling through my nose in an awkward laugh.

"Well aren't we a pair, breaking our stereotypes and whatever," She told me, confidence fully back on. I laughed a little before she continued, "So do you, like, have a girlfriend?"

"Oh, uh, not at the moment, no. Trying to take it easy right now," I responded, before following it with "You must have a boyfriend, though"

"Nah, no. You could say I'm taking it easy too, real focused on grades and sports,"

"What are you studying?"

"Pre-med. My dad's a surgeon, so its kinda in the genes,"

I was shocked by her answer, its not often you see a football player spending their time actually studying something useful instead of doing drugs and partying.

"What about you?" She asked.

"Oh, uh, the arts. I do painting and stuff. And obviously dance, uh, and also law, I'm looking to go FBI," I said, getting embarrassed by my much lamer response.

"Oh, that actually sounds really cool. I bet you have a shit ton of work," She told me, seeming genuinely interested.

"Yeah, well, you only get a scholarship once,"

"Yeah, yeah, true,"

The conversation was starting to falter so I told her to follow me.

"Hey Ellie!" I greeted as we approached the girl.

"Hey, are you ready to..." She made a signal with two fingers signing she wanted to smoke.

"Hell yeah," I answered before turning to Abby, "Wanna join?"

"Of course I do," She responded with an excited glint in her eyes.

We squeezed our way through sweaty bodies and makeout sessions all the way to the back of the large house where the yard was.

Ellie reached in to her right pocket, dug around for a bit, scowled and then reached into her left pocket where she took out a small joint and a lighter.

"Y/n?" She said my name, gesturing the blunt to me, "Wanna light it?"

"My pleasure" I held the joint up to my lips, the flicked the lighter and lit it. I instantly felt the hot smoke flow through my throat into my lungs. I turned my head away from the two in front of me out of politeness and blew out the smoke.

15 minutes later we were all stoned.

"Hey. Hey, beautiful, aren't you like not 'sposed to do this? Cuz you, like, are gonna be a doctor or whatever?" I spoke while turning to Abby.

"Maybe, but I think all be ok," She chuckled at my state.

She held her weed good.

I didn't.

Ellie held hers good.

I really didnt.

I went to answer Abby when Dina came running up to us.

"Hey guys!" She greeted us.

"Heyyy D," I said to her elongating every syllable.

Dina took one look at me before turning to Ellie with the look a mom would have after her kids stole a cookie from the jar.

"Ellie, come on. I told you not to let her do stupid shit like this anymore, you know she's a total lightweight,"

Ellie looked around defensively and held her hands up in surrender, "Hey man, she asked for it. Besides I didn't do any, yaknow, for protection,"

Dina sighed, grabbed my arm, grabbed Ellie's, and told us were going home. I shouted a goodbye to Abby that was somewhere along the lines of "Bye gorgeous see you in class!" and shuffled alongside Dina out the door.

The drive home was filled with Ellies playlist, and when me and Dina climbed up the stairs and into out apartment we bid our goodnights.

My mind was fuzzy the whole time though.

It was full of one thing.

Abby Anderson.

a/n: this took forever to get out, whoops. working on pt 4 asap, might post later tonight if im feeling spicy.

#tlou #ellie williams #x reader #abby anderson #joel miller #abby anderson x reader #abbyanderson #dinatlou #jessetlou #abby x reader

[possibilistfanfiction]

Prompt for your little Hallmark AU: Christmas market (You know, those markets where there are booths who sell Glühwein and Punsch, Im not sure how to correctly translate it in English in Austria we call it Christkindlmarkt)

it’s grey outside, the clouds heavy but not quite snowing yet; it’s warmer than it’s been on clearer days, still cold but almost pleasant, and quiet.

you make sure to give yourself extra time to do your stretches in the morning after you go to camila’s to get breakfast. the atmospheric pressure of the incoming storm is, unsurprisingly, causing your back to ache, but that’s not new and it doesn’t really faze you at this point. if things get bad enough — and they do, sometimes — you just reschedule your plans and take pain meds and muscle relaxers from dr salvius after you do your physical therapy exercises. but your hands don’t ache and you don’t have any numbness in your feet, your temperature is normal, and so you go through your routine and feel better by the end of it.

beatrice picks you up at eleven on the dot, as she confirmed twice over text the evening before with perfect punctuation that made you feel a little bit like you were in trouble but was charming anyway. 

‘hey stranger,’ you say when she knocks on your door, and she blushes and smiles and you’re delighted by the effect you have on her, almost immediately — this exceedingly smart and competent person stumbling over herself the second you smile. it makes you feel powerful and it also makes you want to treat her kindly, to make her laugh.

‘good morning, ava.’ she fidgets, for a moment, and you’re curious why you’re not just going to her truck, but then she takes a hand out of the pocket of her peacoat and opens her palm. ‘i, uh, i noticed your cane was getting stuck in the snow.’

‘oh.’ your first instinct is to be embarrassed, eleven years of abuse rearing its ugly, awful head, but then you look at what she’s actually holding.

‘i already had it,’ she explains, slightly rushed like she’s trying to make sure you’re not upset, like it was just a thoughtful aside of hers. ‘i tore my acl a few years ago and used both on my crutches, and so, i just figured, well… if it doesn’t work, that’s fine, but maybe worth a try?’

you take the winter cane tip attachment from her outstretched hand and it really does feel like some kind of offering for a moment. it’s nice, the crampon itself retractable, and easy enough to put on your cane. when you try it outside the door on the way to her truck, you can’t help but smile, remember a little bit of the joy that first came with movement as you started receiving proper care and accessibility and mobility aids. you don’t take healing for granted, even now. ’thank you,’ you tell her as she unlocks her truck and goes around to the driver’s side. 

she nods. ‘like i said, i already had it sitting around. not a problem at all.’

‘still,’ you say, climbing up and twisting around to greet a suddenly very excited theo in her kennel strapped into the backseat. ‘not many people have been particularly thoughtful in my life, especially not at this.’

she frowns at your admission, her jaw clenching, her face stormy. she’s handsome in her rich maroon scarf and camel wool coat, careful hands on the wheel.

‘anyway,’ you say, a little overcome, ‘how’d you tear your acl?’

she immediately reddens, pulling out of the driveway and trying to act like she’s concentrating very hard on her turn signal to merge onto the completely empty road. 

‘bea, please.’

she sighs, refusing to look at you even at the red light. ‘i was training with theo,’ she says.

‘that’s not horribly embarrassing on its own.’ you grin. ‘there’s got to be more to it.’

‘fine,’ she says, mostly just to humor you, you’re pretty sure. ‘she was small, and we were both learning how to herd. i, well — i tripped over one of the sheep.’

you wait a beat to picture it and then laugh, not unkindly but without any remorse. ‘thank you truly so much for telling me.’

she rolls her eyes. ‘you’re so welcome,’ she says flatly, and you laugh again.

/

you’re confused if your little outing to the christmas market is a date or not for the two minutes it takes for beatrice to park the car, get the small pack holding treats that she carries around for theo buckled around her waist — a little nerdy and totally adorable — and then letting theo out of the kennel. she’s in a little green coat, the same as the other day, and it kind of makes you feel like you’re going to scream, she’s so cute. she greets you fully now, with happy little wiggles, and then situates herself at beatrice’s side. she has a leash connected to her harness, the other half slung over beatrice’s shoulder and across her chest so her hands are free; you think theo doesn’t need it at all, but beatrice explains, ‘in crowded public access areas, it’s appropriate.’ theo, for her part, is busy sniffing a few treats beatrice scattered around her feet in the snow, and then she smiles at you and gestures to head inside.

you’re confused no longer when you see camila’s booth, advertising hot chocolate, apple cider, and egg nog, and she whistles. ‘beatrice, you look so nice with your fancy jacket.’

beatrice glares. 

camila turns to face you fully, a smirk on her face. ‘she never wears that unless it’s a special occasion.’

you can’t help yourself: ‘well, i am a special occasion, if i do say so myself.’

’no one else is saying it,’ lilith grumbles from her seat behind camila, and beatrice fights a laugh while you pout.

‘you look nice too, ava,’ camila says, keeping the peace as you’ve quickly figured out she always does. 

you preen a little, just for the fun of it. ‘why thank you. i love your sweater.’

camila looks down at her jesus was palestinian sweater. ‘’tis the season and all that.’ she beams at you, then beatrice. ‘well, what can i get you both on this romantic outing?’

beatrice sighs in defeat but you grin and look at the menu. ‘well, i’m on vacation and bea picked me up—‘ camila perks up even more at this— ‘so i’m going to do your bailey’s hot chocolate.’

‘i’ll have a cider,’ bea says, and you shoo away her attempt to pay for things, which brings a blush back to her cheeks when you tap your card with a pointed flourish. 

you go through the market with your warm drinks, your cane not sinking into the snow as it had been the past few days, making everything easier, simpler, less nervous with every step. once you have half of your hot chocolate, you lean into beatrice with a smile, and she offers her arm, all clove and pine and her soft scarf. there are booths with ornaments, knitted coasters; you convince her to buy a pretty wreath for the front door of her cabin, which you kind of hope she’ll invite you to see.

it starts to snow when you’re about to leave, the sky darkening early, and she feed theo a few treats before she situates her in the kennel. 

it’s quiet when she starts the truck, and she seems nervous, her hands white knuckled around the steering wheel. ‘i apologize if i was presumptuous.’

you soften. ‘that was a really wonderful date, bea. you can be as presumptuous as you want.’

her smile is shy, bathed in the waning light. ‘well, in that case, would you like to come to my house for dinner?’

‘yes, obviously.’

 she laughs. ‘alright then.’

#hallmark au #avatrice #wn fic #avatrice fic #prompts #first date!!! #butch bea 🥺🫡

[ghostlythunderbird]

How they show their love ~ Task Force 141 

Pairings: Simon Riley, John MacTavish, Kyle Garrick, John Price X Fem! Reader

Warnings: Sugar (SFW), Little bit of Spice (NSFW), and everything nice!

Author Notes: My brain do be shutting down while writing these HCs but that’s ok cause a little violence and sleep deprivation never fully hurts anyone, right?

Simon “Ghost” Riley

So to start things off personally Simon isn’t one to really go out with his love due to his past but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t show his love in general. Simon’s love language is gift giving but he actually does it more subtly, in ways not many can see even when watching him do these things. 

Believe it or not but this big guy loves to leave small gifts in places that only you would know to look at. These small gifts include but not pertained to Candy, Favorite Drinks, a Single Flower, etc. If one day you have a headache/migraine and don’t have any pain meds, a random bottle of your preferred pain killers appear randomly in your backpack.

I’ll add this in but all of this starts once Simon starts to feel comfortable around you, maybe even trust you outside of a mission. It becomes deeper once you catch him in the act of leaving a candy bar you’ve been “Whining” about for the last week according to him. Having caught this looming giant in the act seemed to paint the picture that this guy isn’t as subtle as he seems.

You can’t help but smile seeing only small streams of who he really is. Of course you don’t want to make the poor guy melt into the floor in front of you, but he didn’t seem to stop you as you stepped towards him. Reaching up to touch his covered cheek you couldn’t stop the words pouring from your mouth “You know Ghost, I’m starting to think that heart isn’t as cold as you let on.”

John “Soap” MacTavish 

This man is a teddy bear when it comes to showing his unconditional love for you. His way he shows his love is not just with quality time but physical touch too, like good luck getting this man off of you when he’s home. Johnny just loves to be around you but he will respect your space if you say you need to take a break from him.

Another way this man will show his love is by pranking you, whether it be small pranks or full on scares you better be cautious of this cheeky gremlin.

His best one he’s done was him placing EVERYTHING in different spots and acting as if it was normal. The dishes are now in the refrigerator, the pantry food is now in the cupboard with your favorite snacks in the very top, all the frozen stuff is now in the sink on ice. It may be a small harmless joke but it was still irritating regardless, mostly because now you couldn’t find your snacks.

If you end up being a little angry at him he will cling to you afterwards asking for forgiveness “Come on Bonnie I thought it was funny.” Does this end up with apology sex? You're goddamn right it does.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick 

Now this sweet human here I feel like is a mix between a few of the love languages, he loves to give you small gifts that he’s collected off of his missions. While he’s off on missions for months at a time he ends up having a whole bag to bring back to you consisting of necklaces, bracelets, clothes, and small trinkets that he would think you would love.

Kyle also loves to help you whenever he can, he often feels that if he can’t help with anything that he’s not doing anything productive. Even after you tell him you don’t need help he will give you puppy dog eyes until you decide there is something he can help out with. No matter how small the task is he will see it to the end.

His favorite thing to do is help you redecorate your shared flat. From picking out new paint to new furniture if something in the flat has lost its functionality he loves to be part of the whole process. If anyone says that they don’t like your style you choose, prepare to hold him back cause this man will fight for you.

John Price

All I can truly say what johns love languages are both Physical Touch and Quality Time and y’all can fight me on that. Due to his job he can’t be home as often as he would like so the best way to get around it is with phone calls and face time. Of course if our dear captain if feeling more wound up than usual its bound to end up with phone sex.

But once he returns home after however long your not gonna be leaving the bed for the first week. While yes this might be a different form of quality time and personal touch, it still is the basic form of him showing how much he loves and has missed you. After the first week though he will be more doting on you more than usual.

Weather its watching T.V., cooking, going shopping in town, he has a hand on you as much as possible. It also grounds him, reminding him that he’s returned home safe for now. As much as he would like nothing more than to be cuddled up on the couch with you in your home, he understands if you want to go out during his time home so he’s willing when you drag him off to who knows where.

Sorry if this is super short, my brain isn’t as functional today. But if you enjoyed this post please leave a like and a reblog!

#simon riley x reader #simon riley #john price x reader #john price #john soap mctavish x reader #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick #cod modern warfare #cod mw2

[msfcatlover]

I have been thinking so much about Jean-Paul Valley in my Reverse!Robins AU. Specifically, how he’d react to Steph’s return.

Because, listen: here is a man who had his autonomy stripped from him. Had his identity stripped from him. By the cult his father secretly raised him to serve, while letting Jean-Paul think he was having a normal childhood (and he did. That is one of the things I like about JPV as a character; in the original “Azrael: Fallen Angel” & “Knightfall” stories, he had a perfectly normal childhood… aside from the hypnotic brainwashing implanted while he slept.) This guy who was tricked into murdering several people, when he never, ever wanted that.

He gets saved by the Bats. And they help him. They really, genuinely help him, and sure, Duke & Damian are still teenagers (JPV’s like… 20-22 at this point in my mind,) but they’re also his anchors to reality. Damian, who also was raised to be a weapon by someone he should’ve been able to trust. Damian, who has experience with cults & rebuilding your identity after losing everything. Damian, who’s basically JPV’s “Brainwashed Cult Assassins Anonymous” sponsor. Duke, who also had a normal childhood. Duke, who knows Gotham like only a kid who was raised in its heart can. Duke, who agrees that this whole situation is certifiably fucked, but never hesitates to help Jean-Paul potentially recover a lost memory or find a new one, because it’s not just about who Jean-Paul was before the cult of St Dumas got their hands on him, it’s about remembering that he’s a living human being right now.

They take him in. They save him. They help him save himself. Bruce offers to pay for him to go back to college, for fuck’s sake!

They gave him his life back.

Jean-Paul can never, ever repay them. They tell him they don’t need it, but he wants to and he can’t. He feels so selfish to take & take without giving back, but how do you pay someone back for all that?

So his couch is always open to them, whenever they want. He’ll be their ally, their friend, their confessor, their confidant, their homework editor if need be. And when newer batkids join, well, Jean-Paul would’ve done his best anyway, but the fact he’s entrusted with Duke & Damian’s apprentices is just. It’s something else. And it’s hardly a hardship—the kids are a delight. Obnoxious, sure, and messy, and pushy, and constantly interrupting, and sometimes they break his stuff, and always they eat all his food, but Jean-Paul has more civilian friends now, and they tell him that’s just what kids are like.

What matters is that he loves them. He loves them because Duke & Damian love them, and then he loves them for being them.

And then. Stephanie. Dies. (Because Jean-Paul is broken, he’s a sinner, he can never make up for what he’s done, what he is, and he can never have nice things. Because Steph was sunshine & rage & stubbornness, because she joked that “We blondes have to stick together!” Because no one was there for her when it mattered most. This has to be punishment, right? He got too close, and Steph paid the price.) (His therapist says he’s being irrational again, but it doesn’t feel irrational. They say they need to adjust his medications. Jean-Paul knows better than to trust himself, but he can trust in Bruce to make sure the therapist is safe, so Jean-Paul doesn’t fight it. He’s not happy, but he doesn’t fight it. Because if he starts hallucinating again, he knows it won’t just be his father hovering over him, demanding to know why Azrael refused to avenge them. So yeah, sure, adjust the meds if you think it’s needed—he doesn’t miss Steph that badly. Yet.)

And then. Steph. Comes. Back.

She’s not dead. She’s not dead, but she’s different, she’s so very, very different. Damian says she fights like she spent time with the LoA, that same cult that raised Damian which he’s told Jean-Paul so much about over the years. Training like that takes time, but it’s been 6yrs, and she’s back, risen & gifted back to them! And she’s killing, but Jean-Paul’s killed before, and he’s been kidnapped by a cult before, and he thinks he knows how this goes. Death Mask isn’t Azrael, but he thinks it’s close enough.

And. And. And. He can save her. Because he knows what to do now, after nearly a decade in recovery. He can make up for his sins, he can bring her home again, and maybe, finally, he’ll have finally managed to pay them all back! He can give Steph her self back to make up for—(“You didn’t kill Stephanie,” his therapist reminds him, “you never laid a finger on her. Remember? You didn’t hurt her. It’s not your fault.” But it feels like it is, it feels like it, he can’t shake the idea that he did)—and he can give the Bats their sister back to make up for all that they’ve given him over all this time! A life for a life, and yes! This feels right!

He cooks up scenarios, imagines Steph reaching out in a moment of lucidity, or showing up injured on his doorstep guided by muscle memory, or running into her on the street or in a cafe and the look of alarm & recognition in her eyes as she—like he did, still does occasionally—knows that she knows him but can’t remember. He imagines the conversations they could have, all the different variations, and knows that it will take time, but patience is a virtue and Jean-Paul’s gotten rather good at it. He can be her anchor.

He just needs to figure out how to start.

(And meanwhile, Steph’s on the other side of Gotham like, “Why are my ears burning, and why do I feel like I’m staring down a tsunami-level wave of second-hand embarrassment right now?”)

#red hood steph #red hood!steph #red hood stephanie brown #red hood!stephanie brown #Villain Stephanie brown #Antihero Stephanie brown #jean paul valley #jean Paul valley #jeanpaul valley #azbats #dc azrael #Dc azreal #Reverse!robins #reverse robins au #reverse robins #reverse order robins #Reverse order betkids #Reverse batkids #reverse batfam #reverse batfamily #Batfamily #batfam #batkids #stephanie brown #batman #my writing #mine #// #I actually like him a whole lot—just not in any comic I’ve read so far. #JPV you are so fun & interesting on a conceptual level! Sure hope the DC writers do something fun & interesting with you at some point!

[olderthannetfic]

https://www.tumblr.com/olderthannetfic/744798398911266817/a-question-a-bit-out-of-the-usual-ones-but-do-you?source=share

NB, vagina owner, sensory processing issues haver, took several years of effort to learn to orgasm, heres some tips;

Psychology is a BIG aspect of being able to get off for some people. Some people really need to be 'in the mood' at first. The Need To Be Horny. Really into what they are doing and what they are imagining. You need to be able to let go and lean into the sensation, mentally. Try watching or reading things that turn you on, really wind yourself up for a bit, then ensure you arent going to be interrupted and give it a shot. Really focus on your fantasy, try to really focus on the sensation and don't get sidetracked. It can make a difference for sure. Its why some people can 'cum on command'- the frame of mind is important.

Being used to the sensation you need to lean into can take work. When I first started jerking off it was so intense it 'hurt' because I have sensory processing issues and it was new weird stimulus my brain decided to register stupid, so id slow down or stop or get distracted and not get off. I had to teach my body to accept the feeling and do it in a way that didnt mess with my sensory processing as much (which ironically involved causing a little pain and being a little rough because phsyical-pain isnt severely uncomfortable the way discomfort-pain is). When you are used to it you also relax more and get into the right frame of mind. The feeling like your guts are tensing and building towards something, maybe a hazy sort of liquid fire in your skull going down your spine? Keep chasing that, really focus on it. That means you are heading in the right direction. It took me several years of dedicated kind-of edging before the feeling stopped being so intense it prevented me from making it to the other side.

Try different stuff. You might not like how you are doing things right now. If all youve done is penetration with your fingers, try clitoral. If all you've done is a gentle stroking motion, try a jerk-off motion if you can get your fingers around your clit, or a kinda rough grinding. If you usually keep your body still, try humping the whatever for the heady 'lose yourself in the moment'. If you usually move around, try being still so you dont distract yourself too much from the intensity. If you are always on your back, try your stomach or side or kneeling upright. Toys! Try rubbing different textures on your clit or getting a real toy like a strong vibrator or sucker. Cheap 20$ vibrators can do the job if you need something a bit better than your hands, but you may have to step up for the good intense shit or a fancy vibrating dildo or something. Try different kink stuff you imagine or do or watch like self-ties for bondage or hypno kink audio files* or whatever, try some 'foreplay' (touch your tits or somesuch). Some people like anal also. Figure out what feels nice -what puts you in that tense shivery-hot coiled-spring sorta feeling- and do that- dont just do what you think you 'should' do.

/* For safety prelisten to these in chunks or look at a script to be sure its what you want and always keep scissors near you if you are self-tying to get free if there is issues, do kink safety right dont stick anything up your ass you could lose, etc etc

Finally, some people just cant cum for whatever reason (meds, trauma, etc) and thats ok. So long as you are enjoying the sensation and having fun, you are masturbating 'correctly'.

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[neonbuck]

its nice to wake up not feeling as much like ive been hit by a truck for once. the new nightmare meds I'm on dont even start fully working for 3-7 days but this is already much better. i wasnt fully aware how badly the chronic nightmares were affecting me physically until now. post traumatic stress really is hard on the body it turns out

i can already tell this will make a big difference in my life; I'll be able to do a lot more and feel less tired/shitty throughout the day

#.txt #chronic pain was bad enough to deal with on its own #but with the stress from the nightmares/resulting hypervigilance it had really gotten unbearable #didnt even realize how much of a factor that was until i woke up this morning #i know ive had stress set off and exacerbate flare ups before but i didnt realize it was doing that like. almost every morning apparently #not severe ones every morning but almost always lesser-but-still-painful ones

[iggy5055]

Platonic Yandere!Batfam with a poor darling, P.8

Summary: (Y/N) spends time with Dick and Damian and has a little talk with Bruce.

Let you dirty minds run free even if its platonic, because I do the same damn thing, there is no shame on this page all are welcome, loved and excepted.

I don’t add anything like weight or hair length/texture, skin color or anything like that so all feel included, I try to make my work as inclusive as possible, if I missed something please contact me if you where offended either way, If I do offend you I am so sorry none of this was meant to be offensive.

TW: This is platonic but that doesn’t mean it’s not suggestive, kidnapping, manipulation, fear, drugging, humiliation. y’all best get ready,  

“ = talking

‘ = thinking

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“Come on baby bird, you need to eat something.”

I look up at Dick with watery eyes. He was concerned, I could tell by the constant light touches and calming words that did nothing to help my current situation. 

We where currently in the kitchen sitting at the Island trying to get me to eat something, I wanted to but my throat decided I didn’t. 

I wanted to eat I really did, the hunger was so bad that I felt like my stomach was starting to eat itself but my throat hurt so much I couldn't swallow the food with out my throat closing and burning causing me to cough up anything I tried to eat.

It was pasta, ravioli to be exact, I love pasta but despite the soft texture of the food I still couldn’t eat it.

Dick looked at me with a sad face, He knew I was in pain just not how much but it was clear he hated it as much as I did, maybe even more.

I take deep breath avoiding his constant stare and try to eat another piece but as soon as I try and swallow I cough it up again, but this time blood came with it.

I kept coughing up the blood, it wasn't a lot but it was still very uncomfortable.

My throat felt hot, not burning but still very hot, the other pain meds Tim gave me hadn't worn off just yet but it was coming and I didn’t want to see how that felt. I was already in a lot of pain but without the pain meds I have no doubt it would be pure torture. 

Dick was already siting beside me at the kitchen island, one hand resting on the small of my back, but then I started to cough up the blood he pulled me into a his lap. 

He always liked me being close, all of them did but it was clear Dick was the most needy of my new ‘family.’

What freaked me out the most thought is how he effortlessly lifted me with one arm as if I weighed nothing into the air and onto his lap.

“Oh baby, there you go, I know it hurts but I can’t give you your meds if you don’t have any food in you.”

I was relived I didn’t need another needle but the oral medication needed to be taken with food witch led to our current predicament, he had tried all kinds of methods to helping me eat with none of them giving us the desired result. So here we where almost an hour later and not one bit of food had made it down my throat. 

How inconvenient. 

Some blood was trailing down my chin as I hunch over trying to breath evenly trying my best to calm down, my freaking out was not going to get anyone anywhere so I just needed to stay calm, lucky for me, if there was on thing I learned while living here it was how to pretend calm. I knew that they knew how I was always feeling but it gave me some comfort knowing I was able to hold some of it in and not freak out on the outside as much as I was on the inside. Of course this didn’t make the pain go away.

‘I hate this, I want the pain to stop!’

I hiccup and sob, covering my face with my hands my endeavor to remain calm failing from the pain. I knew how to be calm, just not when I was in so much pain.

‘Please. Someone make it stop.’

Dick moves his hand to my forehead pulling the back of my head to rest in the junction of his shoulder and neck His cool touch feeling nice on my pain fevered head.

I relax, the contact feels good and right now I needed some comforting contact and Dick was definitely the right person for the job, him being as touchy as he is. If I ever wanted some love, he was definitely the one to go to, unfortunately getting out of his grip is much harder then getting in it.

Dick take’s the sleeve of his sweater and wiped the blood off my face. Apparently seeing no problem with getting what I can only imagine being a very expensive sweater dirty with blood, Luckily it was a navy blue one so it wouldn’t show to much if at all.

I turn my head into his neck, It felt so good and so wrong but i’m not going to fight him on this not that I would win even if I did. 

Dick would be nothing but pleased with my reaction if I wasn't in so much pain. But he knew that the only reason I was nuzzling into him was because I was hurt and needed some contact. But he still liked that I was giving into him as much as I was, his only problem was that I was doing it for the wrong reasons in his opinion. 

Dick hold’s me in his arms for a while before I finally got any idea.

I waited till I was breathing normally and the pain dulled a little till I try and move.

Dick’s head was resting on the top of my head and his arm wrapped securely around my middle with both my hands resting on his sturdy forearms, I push down on his forearms knowing fully well that I couldn’t forcefully push him off, it was more like my way of asking. I squirmed off of his lap sluggishly, the meds Jason gave me still in effect trying to get him to let me go.

Dick was disappointing and tightened his arms around me but when I look up at him with teary eyes he looses his grip again, I squirm a little more and this time was was disappointed at the loss of contact but didn’t make a move to stop me.

I was so slow and tired with my movements I wouldn’t get far even if I was trying to get away, Dick knew this and had very little problem letting me wander around because I wouldn’t get far, aside from no being able to hold me, as long as he had his eyes on me and could get to me quickly, I could go where I want.

Dick was leaning on the island with on elbow propped on the counter with his hand holding the side of his head and his other resting on the island.  

His sharp blue eyes following me with a light smile on his face. He didn’t like not holding me but he loved to watch me when holding wasn’t an option. Once he was visiting me when I was locked in the room in the Batcave and he would like to just watch me and I asked him why, He said I looked like a beautiful bird floating around with every movement I make, He said it was graceful and he liked to watch me, he even said he couldn't help but stare at me when he first met me. I figured that's where the nickname baby bird came from.  

I walk around the island and start to look for my desired object all around the kitchen. I had been here for several months and yet I still had no idea how to get around the huge kitchen or the manor for that matter.

Dick looks at me very confused at what I was looking for but he never stopped smiling softly at me.

“Baby bird, what are you looking for?”

‘I cant talk, how on earth do I tell him?’

I turn to him after closing a cupboard beside the fridge not finding what I want.

I move my hand and point one finger up spinning it really fast.

Dick tilts his head even more on his hand clearly not understanding my motion, He chuckles at me closing his eyes and shaking his head a little but doesn’t say anything letting me continue my search his eyes following me with a look of what could only be called deep love and obsession.

I ignore him and keep looking until I reach a bottom cupboard in the corner.

After practically destroying the kitchen I finally open the last cupboard and find a bunch of appliances, a toaster, a air fryer and what I was looking for.

 A blender. 

I smile and grab it holding it up to Dick.

His eyes widen at my happy look and he laughs at me lightly finally getting what I was trying to do.

I go and plug in the blender and grab my plain of food of the island, I end up laying flat on the counter my toes barely on the ground.

Dick laughs at me again.

“Baby bird”

He doesn’t say anything else but by his light tone I could tell he thought I was being the cutest thing in the world, and in their eyes I was.

I scrape the food off the black plate with a fork into the blender the smile never leaving my face at my minor success.

I press power after placing the lid on the blender and the machine does its thing, I place my fork and plate in the sink washing them quickly and placing them in the other sink to let them dry.

I grab a spoon and place it beside the blender, the food looks like mush now but I don’t want to take any chances so I let it run while I go to the cupboard by the pantry and to get a bowl. 

Dick was following me with soft eyes enjoying watching me work out my little plan to eat the food I so desperately needed.

The bowls where at the very top of the cupboard and I couldn’t quite reach it, I was about to jump up on the counter like any normal human being until I feel two strong, hard hands on either side of my waist keeping me firmly in place and my feet planted firmly on the ground. It took me by surprise and scared the shit out of me, if I could yelp I would have. I look up and see a very displeased Dick standing behind me, his smile know completely gone and replaced with a hard frown, but what scared my most was his eye’s. It looked like a fire had been lit in them, they burned with rage not necessarily at me but at what I was about to do.

“Baby bird, if you need something you tell us, you don’t try gymnastics to get what you need, ‘kay?

I frown up at him but he glares right back at me with a an even hotter fire in his eyes.

I lower my head and nod giving in, not wanting to be on his bad side or piss him off worried about what he would do to me.

I was jumping on the counter, not doing flips off the chandelier like him but with a look like that on his face, I wouldn’t dare go against him. It was another cold hard reminder of who really was in charge.

Dick lifts me with one arm holding me hard against his chest and grabs the bowl with the other but keeps holding it out of my reach when I try to grab it, I wasn't in a hurry it was more a hesitant reach.

I could feel his forearm flex under my butt as he holds me in place so I cant lean forward, the added weight seemed like nothing to him, in fact he was always in a better mood when he held me so I didn’t fight him not wanting to piss me off. I held my hands to my chest hunching over lightly knowing force was defiantly not the way to get what I needed

“I would say you need to use your words but you can’t so instead look me in my eyes and nod.”

I whimper a little at his harsh tone.

I look up at him, his face was soft looking down at me waiting patiently despite his tone. He smiles even wider at me when I nod giving him the eye contact he wanted, agreeing not to do anything like that again. 

He smiles at me but doesn't hand me the bowl, He sets me down in my chair and moves to the blender, I didn’t even notice he had already turned it off before he grabbed me.

He then pour’s the ravioli mush into the bowl and places it in front of me again.

I pick up my spoon and start to eat.

I wince worried about what i’ll do if my plan doesn’t work but it goes down without a problem and almost no pain. 

Dick was back in his spot beside me with his hand once again resting on the small of my back.

“How does it feel baby bird?”

I look at his smiling and nod.

I was so relived I could finally eat something, the stomach pain started to fad the more I ate the food.

Dick chuckled at me as I eat my food, I was making a bit of a mess, I was eating so fast I didn’t even notice, too consumed with my hunger.

He gets up and grabs a cloth and runs it under warm water a smile still firmly plastered.

He walks over to me and wipes my mouth take the spoon away from me.

I wine little, half the food was still there I didn’t want to stop, the ache in my stomach lessened but still there.

He laughs again. He goes and gets a cup of water and two pills set aside earlier for after I was done eating.

He hands me the cup but kept the pills.

I look at him confused.

I try to reach out for the pills but he pulls his hand out of my reach.

He smirks at me.

“Open your mouth”

My eyes widen and I shake my head. 

‘No, no way in hell, I can put pills in my own mouth thank you very much.’

I look back up at him and flinch back.

Dick had a look on his face that could kill.

“Baby bird, you hurt yourself, the least you can do is do everything we tell you to, understand?”

His face was terrifying and I shrink into myself. It was the face I imagined him using to interrogate a criminal, I knew he was serious and I wanted to avoid punishment as much as possible so I open wide turning my eyes away in shame refusing to make eye contact.

“Stick out your tongue.”

I blush hard and close my mouth looking up at him with pleading eyes.

‘God please no, haven't I been through enough, this is cruel.’

 I look away feeling humiliated, I didn’t want to, but I felt so helpless.

“Come on baby bird, don’t make me force you.”

I look back at him when he said ‘force.’

And shake my head scared of what using force would entail and wondering if he would make my humiliate myself even more if I didn’t obey here and now.

Dick was nice, but if you push him the wrong way he wasn’t Dick Grayson, he was Nightwing and you where that bad guy.

He tilted his head in return, clearly waiting for me to open wide or accept punishment. He wasn't glaring anymore but his face was still hard.

I open wide and stick my tongue out a little lowering my eyes, to humiliated to look at him.

Dick places one pill on my tongue and takes the cup from my hand and has me drink some water.

I look down and to the side when he’s done but he gently grabs my chin squishing my cheeks a little to force me to look at him after he placed the cup down beside us.

I look up confused, he had given me the pill and I did what he wanted despite my hesitance, he clearly understood and lessened his grip a little but didn’t let me go knowing I wasn’t trying to be defiant clearly confused at his actions.

He holds up his free hand, in between his thumb and pointer finger was the second pill that I had completely forgot about. 

I whine a little but open my mouth again slowly not needing him to tell me to, He smiled lightly and put the pill in my mouth and gives me some more water, running his thumb lightly across my bottom lip as I swallow another gulp of water. 

His hand let go of my face and picks my up again once I was done.

I wrap my legs around his torso to keep me in place at he pulls me close, my chest flush with his. One of his arms was under my butt and the other was holding my cheek.

He was holding me as close to his chest as he possible could cooing about how good of a little girl I was for him. 

A shiver runs down my spine and chills my whole body, I didn’t realize how cold the manor was til now, I snuggle into Dicks sweater looking for some warmth. 

Dick smirked at me.

“There, that wasn't so hard was it?”

Again he never wanted a response, I rub my noise into his neck, he was radiating heat and I wanted as much of it as I could get.

Being half naked was not good for this kind of weather but I have a feeling this was their plan all along, being dressing in only a pair of underwear and a thin tea shirt wasn't good close for anyone especially with 10 inches of snow on the ground outside even if the shirt went all the way down to the middle of my thighs.

I shiver again and warp my arms even tighter around his neck shaking hard.

‘How the hell didn’t I notice how damn cold it was.’

Dick kisses my cheek and nose.

“Damn baby bird, your freezing.”

I nod and place my head back onto his neck. He chuckles at me and places his hand on the back of my head holding me there.

“How about a movie, we’ll get lots of warm blankets and snuggle for a bit.”

I nod, liking how getting warm sounded.

Dick walks to the movie theater, he takes his sweet time clearly liking me holding on to him so desperately. 

When we finally get to the screening room Dick goes to the front and sits down.

There was already about three large fuzzy blankets waiting for us.

Dick warps me tightly in one and places another over his shoulders.

He warped me so tight I could barley move, he had me so I was siting sideways on his lap with my head resting firmly on his chest.

He was clearly happy about our current position and started flipping through a few movies eventually deciding on an action movie. 

I lean into Dick more and more, my body completely pressed to him. The blanket was warm but it was so cold it felt like the ac was on full blast.

Dick was watching the movie as much as I was, he just stared down at me with the most loving look he could muster. His soft eyes and smile would make any girls knees weak and I couldn’t help but feel safe. It was a complete change from the look he had given me a little while ago in the kitchen

After a while the movie was almost done but I could feel Dick start to shift a little.

I had my eyes closed enjoying the warmth of him but I open them to see his smile was gone, he looked kind of worried.

“It’s time baby bird.”

He didn’t need to clarify, I knew what he was talking about. 

He starts to unwrap me from my little cocoon and reaches for my arm.

I whimper a little looking away when he take my forearm in a light grip.

“I know, I don’t like it either, but it wont hurt I swear.”

From his back pocket he fish out a alcohol pad and a syringe. 

He cleans my arm and gives my temple a long loving kiss.

He kisses me for a minute on my cheek and my temple, then when I was finally fully relaxed I felt a very light prick in my arm, it was gone as quick as it started.

“There, all done, how you feeling baby bird?”

I raise my head a little and shake it side to side.

“Does it hurt anywhere?”

I shake my head again.

It took him a minute but then he seemed to understand.

“Oh, it’s probably not the best sensation in the world”

I nod, it didn't hurt or make you feel sick but it did make me uncomfortable being so vulnerable, it the first few minute’s the drug makes it nearly impossible to move and that wasn't a nice feeling for anyone. 

Dick turns me on his lap and keeps watching the last few minutes of the movie lightly rubbing my arm, the meds didn’t make my arm sore after but it was comforting knowing he cared enough to make sure. 

“Feeling better?”

I could move a little better know but it still felt heavy, but I nod anyway.

After a while he stopped the gentle rubbing and seemed to stiffen again, this time much harder but instead of shifting around he was as still as a statue.

I look up at him to see what was wrong but he’s not looking at me. He’s looking at the door.

Standing in the door was Damian, A very displeased looking Damian at that.

Clad in a long sleeve skin tight turtle neck and some black pants.

but unlike Dick he wasn't looking at him, he was looking at me.

He raised his hand and made a come hither motion with his finger.

His green eyes where sharp as always but otherwise he was looking calm. But I knew better then to trust his outward expression, he was probably seething with rage.

I get up to move off of Dick’s lap but he tighten his hold around my waist and held me down.

Damian was not pleased at his older brothers reaction and started to walk forward practically growling at Dick.

I squirm off of Dicks lap so that they wont fight mostly because I didn’t want to be caught in the cross hairs.   

I walk as fast as I can to Damian when I finally get out of his grasp. Damian had his arms out waiting for me. 

I move into his arms and he picks me up. I would have ran but with the drugs it was very much impossible.

“Hello, beloved.”

I rest my head on his shoulder closing my eyes, his voice was full of love. But then he turned to Dick and his voice was full of nothing but venom.

“Try and keep her longer ever again and she won’t be able to save you next time.”

I look at the time, all the boys usually had about seven or so hours with me, but it seems Dick kept me a little longer just changing the movie with out my notice, it made sense, I had my eyes closed the whole time more focused on absorbing as much warmth as I could and not the movie.

Dick glares at his younger brother but doesn't move to fight him or make a snide comment opting to just clench his fist at his side.

Damian walks out of the theater leaving a fairly pissed off Dick Grayson behind us. I wave to him and he smiles at me waving back his other hand still firmly clutched at his side.

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Damian takes me to his room, a fire was already lit and the room felt very warm and welcoming.

He placed me on the bed and went to the bathroom.

I  look at the clock by the side of the fire and fall back onto the bed, when I was looking at the clocks in the theater and kitchen it was to tell how much time passed not to see what time it was. It was late, very late, but I wasn't tired, my mind was running wondering what the rest of my life would look like.

Damian came back with some kind of cream rubbing alcohol, cotton pads and two long gauze bandage’s.

I sit up when he kneels down in front of me taking my ankle in his hands, The bruise was just a light yellow now mostly blending into my skin. 

He examines my ankle for a bit and presses down on the bruise very lightly.

“Does this hurt, beloved?”

I shake my head, all I could fee was his warm hands.

He presses down a little harder, in a darker place.

“This?”

I shake my head again.

He smiled at me, happy I wasn't in pain, or at least my ankle wasn't. Regardless he took my ankle in hand and rubbed the cream all over it slowly and gently, massaging lightly to help the blood flow.

“With this the bruise should be completely gone by morning.”

He then moves to my neck standing after he wraps it. But he was still bending over lightly to be relatively at eyes height. My knees where pressed together and trapped between his legs, he was so much taller then me even when I was also standing but with me sitting he towered over me like a giant even if he was bending down.

He leaned down and gently tracing his rough fingers over my bandaged neck.

“I know it is sore right know, will you let me take care of you?”

I hesitate, Jason was mad enough about my self harm injuries even if the self harm was unintentional but Damian always had a feel about him that told me he could wrestle a bear and still walk away unharmed. 

I didn’t want that kind of ferocity directed at me. 

When He first drugged me and brought me to my new ‘home’ was proof enough he could easily overpower me. I could fight with all my might and he would probably laugh at me not breaking a sweat or even letting out a huff of air keeping me right where he wanted me.

At my hesitation he decided to ease my clear inner turmoil. 

“I swear, beloved, I would never, and I mean ever, do anything to hurt you, all I want to do is help you, it pains me to see you hurt, so let me take the pain away.”

His words where nothing but honest.

I look up eyes wide at his words, I nod looking down again. I had no Idea what I would say even if I could.

Damian run’s his fingers over the bandage and started to unravel it from my neck, he tsk’s disappointingly at the state of my neck.

“How on earth could you manage to do this much damage in under a minute?”

I wince when he runs over a particularly raw spot. His words where harsh but his tone was nothing but concerned. 

He tsk’s again when he see’s the really bad spots on either side of my neck where I did most of the scratching. 

“Oh beloved.”

He coo’s at me and kisses my temple and hugs me for a moment. He holds me close to his chest, his heart beat was steady and calm, suddenly all the thoughts running in my mind were gone as I melt to his heartbeat. 

After a while he lets go and grabs the cotton pads and rubbing alcohol and a fresh gauze bandage he left on the nightstand.

I wince thinking about what was coming next. 

Damian comes close and looks at me with a sorry look in his eyes.

He lays me down onto the bed after siding down beside me placing my head in his lap ruining his fingers through my hair giving my scalp a massage. 

“I need you to be relaxed beloved, just take some deep breaths for me and it will be over before you know it.”

I close my eyes and take some deep breaths.

Damian, despite being a bulky and terrifying man to anyone who didn’t know him was very gentle with me. But in all honesty he would terrify anyone even if they where his closest friend.

I whimper and try to yell out but my throat wouldn't let me when he started to lightly dab the alcohol soaked pads on my raw neck. The cuts where still fresh and burned with a vengeance. 

I tremble in his arms and try to get up  and run away from him but his right arm was over my torso holding me down,  not that he really had to try very hard with me being all drugged up. I grip his shirt as tight as I can to try and ease the pain. To him it probably felt like a light grip of a newborn baby but to me, I was holding on with all my strength.

“I know, I know just relax, your doing so well, just bare with me a little longer.”

He cleaned my neck for about three minutes until he finally stop’s, satisfied with his work.

There where about five cotton pads beside us covered in my blood resting on the nightstand.

I whimper as he wraps my neck with some gauze. 

“There we go, all done.”

He kisses my head again and then moves down to my neck and kisses me few times. I blush so hard I must have look redder then a tomato.

Damian smirks and chuckles at me and my embarrassment.

“My baby sister has no need to be embarrassed, I was raised that kissing is a way to show affection in many ways, to both family and lovers.”

I nod, my blush diapering, I knew Damian was different from his other brother, he was certainly a gentlemen and I knew he would never do anything like that to me. I knew none of them would, they loved me like a sister and I knew there was nothing wrong with kissing a sibling or parent. In fact, I couldn't help but start to consider them family. I never felt safer them when I was with them but at the same time I’ve never felt more scared at the same time. 

Damian moved me under the sheets after kissing away my stray tears on my cheeks that I hadn’t wiped away.

He kisses my eyelids and I didn’t open them again once he pulled away, I was ready for some sleep.

Damian got up and through away the blood soaked cotton and sat down by the fire with a book that was left on the coffee table in front of him.

I lay there and listen, the crackle of the fire and the light turning of a page was so calming. But I couldn't fall asleep. I kept thinking about what was going to happen in the future, part of me was desperate to know the other part of me was content in the mystery to scared of my possible answer.

Damian kept flipping through his book on the couch by the fire, I tossed and turned but I did it slowly and tried not to do it to often so that he wouldn't get worried or suspicious. 

I finally groan and get up. But in all honesty it wasn't really a groan, my voice still seemed content on not working so it was more of a annoyed quite moan.

Damian looks at me, I get up and walk towards him. He closes his book and sets it on the glass coffee table in front of him. 

I sit beside him and lean on his shoulder.

“Cant sleep?”

I nod and point to my head.

“To much on your mind?”

I nod again, it was odd how the boys always seemed to know what I was thinking. But I guess that what made them so good at what they do. 

“Well, If you cant sleep Father did want to talk with you, he would still be awake in his study, why don’t we go see what he wants?”

I look up at him kind of nervous.

Damian just chuckles at my expression.

“Beloved, you have no reason to worry about what he wants, You have been nothing but well behaved, I’m sure he just wants to have a little chat with is favorite daughter.”

I nod slowly agreeing.

Bruce was definitely the scariest of all the members of my new family, but I also knew he was the first to love and care for me, so it was very unlikely he would ever hurt me. 

At least intentionally. 

Damian stands up and holds out his hand to me. I take it but instead of lifting me up to carry me he just keeps our hands interlocked and walks away.

I was walking a little behind him so he couldn’t see my face. I was smiling.

‘Finally, I can walk by myself, at this point I thought my legs would atrophy.’

Damian would glance back at me every-so-often to make sure I was ok despite holding my hand knowing very well I was right behind him.

The walk was quiet for the most part aside for the sound of our footsteps. Damian was as quiet as a mouse regardless of his tall, strong stature. It was kind of chilling.

When we got to Bruce’s office door Damian rapped on the door two time but didn’t wait for a response and walked right in with me in tow. I was definitely hesitant, I didn’t want to see anything I wasn't supposed to, If I had to live here I would rather be oblivious of the possible violent things they could be doing behind closed doors.

After Damian opened the door just and crack before he looked back at me seeing my face.

He bent down to my ear and whispered.

“What are you so scared of, beloved?”

I was staring with a terrified expression on my face, scared of what I might see. But I was knocked out of my trance when Damian asked me what I was scared of. I didn’t realize my emotion where on display for him to see.

I look at his face, He was worried.

I shrug lightly, in the dark of the room he wouldn’t have been able to see if it wasn’t for the hand he place on my shoulder giving it comforting squeeze. 

He wasn’t happy with my answer so he got down on one knee, His head was now in line with mine.

‘How the fuck is he so damn tall?’

“What are you scared of?”

I look at his green eyes. They were dead serious, I imagine he already knew the answer he just wanted me to admit my fears to him. 

I point to the slightly opened door.

Damian chuckles at me.

“Silly girl, you never have to be scared of us, especially him, you're too precious to us.”

I nod, but I was still tense, Damian stood letting out a sigh.

He grabbed my hand again and led me into the room.

Bruce was invested in some kind of paperwork. I doubt he even heard the knocking or us coming in.

Damian as me down on the couches to the side of the room where another fire was burning. 

Damian didn’t it down instead he went over to bruce and slammed his hand down on the old dark wood carved desk making me yelp pretty loudly.

Bruce’s head shot to me worry on his face hearing the yelp and immediately recognised the sound of his daughter in distress. But once he gave me a one over and realized the sudden sound of Damian’s hand was what scared me he looked at Damian clearly pissed that he scared me.

“You wanted to talk to her.”

“She should be asleep, Damian.”

“She couldn't sleep, to worried about her future.”

I blush and turn my head to look at the fire embarrassed at me revealed secret. Bruce on the other had had no problem with the brazed explanation.

Bruce stood up, both of them where the same height and aside from the difference in eye color, Damian was the spitting image of Bruce. 

Bruce nodded at Damian and started to walk over to me. Damian, to my dismay, left.

I was still staring at the fire to embarrassed to look up at him when he came over, he sat in front of me blocking my view of the fire with his large, intimidating frame.

I keep my head down staring at my hands that were nervously picking at the skin by my nails. It was a bad habit I got when I first came here, But I only ever did it with Bruce, probably because he made me the most nervous. When I was in the room Bruce always held my hands when we talked because I had picked at the skin so bad they started to bleed, so to prevent the self harm he always held my hands.

Bruce looked down at my hands and saw what I was doing and sighed deeply.

I took both of my hand in on of his and used his other to tilt up my head to look him in the eyes.

I moved closer to me and kissed my forehead.

“You have no need to be so nervous, little one. I merely wished to talk to you about an event coming up.”

I look at him confused.

He smiled happy I was looking up at him by myself and dropped his hand to hold both of mine in each of his hands rubbing my knuckles lovingly. 

“The winter gala is coming up in about a week, all the boys and myself are going, aside from jason of course, and we all think it would be a wonderful time to introduce you to Gotham as the newest member of our family.”

I was shocked, it had been months since I was here but everything seemed to be moving so fast.

“We are all anxious to show you off, and bring you into Gotham high society as my beautiful new daughter.”

I started to shake viciously.

I knew Gotham high society was full of two faced bastards and crime lords on reason why I was happy with how I lived before I met the Wayne family. But they also scared me.

‘Going to a Gala like that is essentially being thrown into the lion's den.’

Bruce reacted to my fear quickly, bringing me into a warm secure hug and pulling me into his lap in the process.

“Shhh, little one, you have no need to be sacred, we will be with you the entire time, nothing will hurt you my dear, we would never let that happen.”

I start to cry, I didn't’ know why but the tears just kept flowing. I cling to Bruce, the comfort of being able to hold onto something too strong, even if it was him.

He shushed me a few more time’s as I cry myself to sleep in his warm arms shaking as if I was naked in the snow outside.

I didn’t realise it at the time but at his words it became painfully clear, I will never be leaving their side for the rest of my days.

At least.

Not alive.

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[trxppedmind]

Episodes

First of all, English isn´t my first language. Secondly, please be aware that every Borderline Personality Feels different. Lastly, Triggerwarning! i am not sure how this affects others.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "I can handle your Episodes!" They say,

Until they experience the first Depression episode, realising that i may accept their hugs but won´t feel better. Perhaps trying to say nice words, unfortunately triggering a Rage Episode.

They realise, that they actually can´t really help and that (surprise surprise) Episodes do change the Personality. Until they experience the first splitting episode, realising that i won´t insult them or hurt them physically. They will feel like i hate them, because with this episode having the upperhand, i do.

until they realise that i am not the girl they started to like anymore, perhaps i don´t even know myself who i am at some points. And if i get back to the person they got to know first, back in the infinite emptyness i found comfort in and have my own mind back, feeling guilty and sorry. Are they able to handle it? every single day?

because i can´t. i am trying to help myself, get therapy, taking meds. i don´t want them to suffer because of me, i am scared of getting emotionally attached again. scared to loose them before i even got them.

But i don´t judge them for leaving again neither, because i am aware of how rough it can get. Yet i can´t change it, everything getting numb with a new episode. My own head yelling at me, insulting me on the worst way possible.

How could they understand without having it themselves? the feeling of fire inside of you, the pressure, the pain, the helplessness, the anxiety, the overwhelming emotion rolling over your body, daring to crush you.

so much the touch of others scares you to death, scared they would let you explode, their voices blurred and seemingly only there to judge even if they aren´t.

Its just to much.

Do they still think they can handle my episodes? even if, do they truly want to?

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Maybe, just maybe we all can figure our way out of hell alive some day. Find a person who can handle any of our personalitys, without letting it crush themselve. Don´t give up. Thanks for reading, have a nice day <;3

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[frownyalfred]

the new chapter is great!!!! Its so nice to see jason experience all the emotional levels of presenting too, I've never really thought about it but YEAH what DOES packprotectmine smell like anyway 😂 idk i like that the ability to discern those complex emotions is a separate process from beginning to feel and sort them out himself, like ofc a new omega will be overwhelmed by the new volley of scents and be clumsy trying to project them, especially since it felt so different on his alpha meds

Thank you! Yes, it’s definitely a steep learning curve. I wanted to show how Jason doesn’t immediately just wake up and master being an omega. Even Bruce, who suppressed himself to high heaven, lived for years as an omega and got used to the scents and instincts.

Lex is particularly adept at projecting scents and Clark, Lex and Bruce all have highly sensitive noses. So Jason is really playing in the big leagues just as he starts out.

But yes. It’s SO different from when he was an alpha, and I think he’s starting to realize how much he was playing with one hand unknowingly tied behind his back.

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[spoopydooblr]

The Ken and Stella pregnancy blurb was so good could you write one where they find out that she’s pregnant?

ive been thinking about this scenario a lot and i cant really decide how i want this to go . . .

i think a year or so after they get married (stella is like 30ish) they start to really do their research and find the best fertility clinic in the city. its been almost 20 years since kendall and rava struggled to get pregnant, but still, he's not feeling optimistic.

stella gets a clean bill of health from the doctor, but ken isn't so lucky. just as he suspected, he was the problem. again.

was it the drugs? he was clean now, but he used so much...could he have ruined his chances forever?

stella assures him that it'll be okay, but she never went through what he had to 20 years ago.

they decide on a couple of treatments. they're both taking shots every day and pills at night and its exhausting. most of the meds go to kendall, but stella has to take some too, just in case.

they begin with intrauterine insemination, which is pretty simple and painless, but stella gets her period two weeks later. its hard on both of them, but especially kendall because he knows it's him, not her.

next they try ivf, which is a lot more complicated and expensive (not that money is an issue). now they both have to do injections and stella goes in for her egg retrieval.

the egg retrieval goes better than expected and they're left with 10. ken's sample has some relatively viable sperm so they pull the trigger and try to make some embryos.

the waiting is by-far the worst part, because deep down kendall knows there's no way those embryos are going to get made with his shitty sperm. he's right, unfortunately, and they're back to square one with zero embryos and ten now-frozen eggs.

kendall suggests a donor, like they did with iverson. stella's heartbroken, but they start to look into other options.

because they have the best doctors, however, they get into a trial for a new drug that increases sperm count and viability. stella is thrilled and insists kendall try it, but it's another injection and he's not super happy about it. nothing has ever worked for him, why now?

it's nice to have a break from more intense treatments, so they agree and kendall marks his torso up with injection pricks again.

three months later, ken and stella are enjoying some time off from surgery and tiny, microscopic cells that control their lives. kendall's in new york for the week, working on some financials for their production company (i imagine them making something rival to waystar and completely taking over the media scene), and stella is holding it down in los angeles, or at least trying to.

it's flu season and she's been to so many fancy parties in the last few weeks, stella is sick as a dog. she's a little worried, but the nausea, vomiting and headaches are typical for the flu, right?

she also chalks her late period up to stress. but it's been at least a few weeks...

the day before kendall is supposed to come home, stella drives herself to the hospital after she can't stop throwing up.

"when did the symptoms start?" the doctor asks.

"a week ago, i think, but ive been feeling kind of off for a while."

"and there's no chance you're pregnant? when was your last period?"

stella's heart skips a beat.

"um, i'm not sure. we're trying, uh, but it's been unsuccessful. my period is really irregular and i've been stressed so--" she trails off. "we've been trying for a couple of years."

"and are you taking medication?"

"i did, but it's not really..." she thinks for a bit. "it's not a uterus issue, it's my husband."

"and what is he taking?"

she tells the doctor about the new medication kendall is taking. "it's only been three months, so we're still hopeful. or at least i am."

"i've heard some great things about that new drug. it's really changing people's lives." the doctor smiles, turning away from stella and writing something down. "i'm going to order some tests, but i think you're fine."

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kendall, obviously, sprints to his jet when stella tells him she's sick. she insists she's fine, but wants him to come home as soon as he can, which stresses him out to no avail.

he bursts through the door four hours later, finding stella reading a magazine on the couch.

"stell!" he says, running towards her.

"hey baby." she hugs him, bringing him down to the couch with her. stella presses her lips to his, but kendall is confused.

"aren't you sick?" he pulls away.

her face breaks into a huge smile. "about that..." stella gets up from the couch and walks to the kitchen.

kendall looks at her quizzically, as she comes back with a piece of paper in her hands.

"i have something to show you." she says, holding the paper close to her.

"okay..." kendall smiles at her, utterly confused.

stella carefully sits next to him on the couch. "here."

kendall recognizes the picture immediately. he used to frame them when rava was pregnant with iverson.

"what is this?" he holds up the ultrasound. it's too good to be true, right? tears prick his eyes.

stella is crying already, and takes his hand. "that's inside of me."

he looks down at the black and white photo again. a fuzzy, bean-looking object sits, next to another, smaller object. he's speechless for the first time in his life.

"what is that?" he whispers, pointing to the smaller object on the page.

stella looks at him, and he really can't read her for once.

"this surprise comes with another surprise." she laughs.

kendall's crying, but he takes another look. "is that..."

"yeah."

"two?" he smiles wide.

"i'm pregnant." she finally says, putting her hands on his cheeks. "baby, we're having twins."

they both burst out into crying giggles, hugging. kendall kisses her all over, stopping at her stomach. it's still pretty flat, but he knows her body so well he swears he can see a tiny bump growing.

THIS WAS SO FUN AND LOVELY TO WRITE I LOVE THEM AND I HOPE U DO TOO

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