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coffeeghoulie · 5 months

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Could we get something where Phantom/Aeon realizes for the first time he is truly safe and loved in the new pack

I sprinkled some of my Aeon headcanons/lore on this one, I hope you don't mind.

Aeon had a rough time in the Pit and is afraid the other ghouls will hurt him, he does have sensory issues and a meltdown, but all ends well.

Aeon is summoned, brought Topside, in a particularly chaotic time.

He's rushed through practices, learns to harness his magick and play guitar, and is thrown into a tour that lasts several months. Sure, he's in tight quarters with a bunch of strange ghouls, he gets to know them, grows to like them even, but he's constantly on his guard. He knows what other ghouls are like, especially to a runt of a quintessence ghoul like him, and has the scars and marks to prove it. He spends the entire tour doing his best to keep up, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Getting back to the Abbey after the tour ends is just as drastic a change. Aeon's a ghoul who thrives on routines. In the Pit, it was simple: Scavenge enough food and clean water to survive, avoid the roaming packs of ghouls looking for easy pickings, repeat. Tour is similar enough, try to get enough sleep, keep his energy up, perform his best every night, crash on the bus, repeat.

When the tour ends, Aeon is faced with a daunting amount of free time. Sure, he has chores and duties, but nothing as demanding as the touring he's grown accustomed to. He doesn't deal with change well, throws everything off rhythm and makes it so much easier to overload him. Aeon spends most of his free time holed up in his room, door locked to the rest of the ghouls.

It's a shitty morning to begin with. The neckline of his pajama shirt rests against his throat, nearly setting off his gag reflex as he wakes up. Aeon changes into somebody else's hoodie that made its way into his room. The smell isn't quite right, doesn't fit him the way he likes, but it's the only clean top he has, and Aeon can't bring himself to go do laundry. The lights are too bright, and Aeon hisses, pulling the hood over his shaggy hair to shield his eyes.

Aeon slinks out of his room, trying to avoid the others as he heads to the kitchen. He just wants to grab some food, some fruit or something, and dart back to the safety of his room.

Naturally, that isn't what happens.

Cirrus, Swiss, and Dew are all in the kitchen, talking loudly and laughing with each other as Cirrus slips out, steaming mugs in their hands. The fire and multi ghouls turn and swivel to face him as he enters. Aeon gulps, pinned in place by their gazes.

"Morning, sleepyhead. Nice hoodie," Swiss teases, tail swishing behind him lazily. He grins wide, and Aeon does his best to hide his flinch as Swiss bares his fangs.

"We haven't seen much of you lately," Dew observes, taking a long drink from his mug, locking eyes with Aeon as he drinks.

Aeon burrows further into the hoodie, claws worrying at hangnails as he tucks his hands in the front pocket. "Sorry," he whispers, tail flicking behind him. He shudders as the sensitive spade scrapes against the tile. Aeon shrinks back

"You're always hiding in your room," Dew says, brows furrowed slightly. "What, are you afraid of us?"

"We spent months in real tight quarters, buggy," Swiss says, reaching out and setting a hand on Aeon's shoulder. "I know you value your privacy, but you can't hide in there forever."

Aeon flinches, jerking his shoulder back from Swiss's hand. "I just want to get something to eat. Don't wanna get in anybody's hair."

"You're not," Swiss says, frowning slightly, and Lucifer, that stings. "We just wanna know why you don't want to spend time with us."

"Yeah, voidling, we were all buddy-buddy on tour," Dew adds on. "What happened? We didn't upset you, didn't we?" Dew reaches out, touches his chest, and Aeon feels himself pushed over the edge, past an overload and hurtling towards a meltdown.

"Why won't you all leave me the fuck alone?" Aeon snarls, eyes flashing white-hot silver. His ears pin flat to his head, his tail lashing behind him. He snaps his fangs at Dew's outstretched hand, quintessence crackling in purple bolts like static electricity along his skin, looking for all the world like a feral ghoul straight out of the deepest, darkest parts of the Pit.

Dew flinches back, eyes wide with an expression that Aeon wishes more than anything he could read. Swiss takes a step back, swallowing hard as he holds his hands up placatingly. Aeon feels his stomach flip, eyes blurring with tears.

He takes a shaking step back, away from the fire ghoul. He ignores the others calling his name. He can't tell if they're calling for him out of anger, itching to put him in his place for disturbing their tentative peace.

His brain tells him he's back in the Pit, alone and in danger, surrounded by bigger, stronger ghouls, and his body acts accordingly. His hands dig into his hair, covering his ringing ears, claws biting into his scalp. He shrinks away from them, squeezing his eyes shut as he backs himself into the corner, back sliding down the wall as he makes himself as small as he can.

Aeon opens his mouth to beg, to plead with them for forgiveness, but can't find his words, human language escaping him, stuck in his throat. He hears Cirrus step back into the room, butting past Dew and Swiss, and feels her presence as she crouches down near him.

"Darling," she whispers. "Sweetheart, can you tell me what's wrong? It's okay if you can't."

"Please don't hurt me," he chitters, the ghoulish easier on his tongue. "I'm sorry, please don't hurt me."

Cirrus straightens, turning back to the other ghouls as she shifts backwards, giving Aeon a little more space. "Boys, I need you to take three steps back."

Aeon can hear their footsteps, breathes a little easier. He keeps muttering in ghoulish, pleading her, waiting to feel her sharp claws make contact. Tears streak down his cheeks, and he can't control his sobs as he feels three pairs of eyes on him.

"We're not going to hurt you, Aeon," she says, voice soft like a breeze. "Why would we hurt you? Darling, you're pack."

That's enough to shock Aeon out of his tears, opening his eyes to meet hers. "I'm not anybody's pack," He says, voice shaking as Cirrus's face falls. "I've never been anybody's pack."

"You're our pack, Aeon," she breathes. "Darling, you are as much our pack as any of us here. I'm sorry we haven't been clear about it."

Dew nods, taking a hesitant step forward. "Voidling, we all love you. I swear to the Father Below, none of us will ever hurt you," he says, sinking to his knees by Cirrus's side, his hands palm up and open on his thighs. "I'm sorry we kept pushing you."

Aeon wipes his eyes with the oversized sleeves of his hoodies, sniffling as Swiss kneels at Cirrus's other side. There's enough distance between the three of them and him that he doesn't feel cornered, but something in him feels right having them close.

"What did you mean, buggy, that you've never been anybody's pack?" Swiss asks, gold eyes full of something Aeon realizes with a start is concern. "You don't have to tell us, we just want to understand."

Aeon makes eye contact with Swiss for the first time since he lashed out. "Nobody wants a quintessence runt," he whispers. "Been on my own for a long time."

"Aeon, voidling," Dew says. "You're not alone anymore. You don't have to be."

"Besides, we do want you, buggy," Swiss says. "We want you in our pack so much. We want to see you, more than just glances. We're not solitary creatures, you know."

Cirrus reaches out hesitantly, her hand open and non-threatening, claws glamoured away. "Can I touch you, darling boy?"

Aeon nods and launches himself into her arms, burying his face in the crook of her neck, breathing her honeysuckle-jasmine scent. "You promise you're not gonna hurt me?" he whispers.

"May I be banished to the Pits if I break that promise, darling," she whispers in his ear. She notices the chunk missing from the shell of his ear, holds him closer as she purrs soothingly. Swiss sets a gentle hand on the small of his back, and Dew runs glamoured fingers through his shaggy hair. "You'll never be hurt again."

They kneel there on the kitchen floor for a while, until Aeon shifts uncomfortably. Cirrus moves to let him go, and he clings harder, whimpering. "Please," he whispers. "Just, my knees hurt."

Cirrus chuckles, shifting herself. "Mine too. Are you alright if we go to the couches in the common room? Far more comfortable than the kitchen floor."

He tenses, but nods, hesitantly extricating himself from Cirrus's arms. Swiss helps him to his feet, leading the group to the oversized futon in the common room. Aeon and Swiss lay down, Aeon curled up to the multi-ghoul's warm chest, his arms wrapped tight around him. Cirrus sidles up against Aeon's back, rubbing soft patterns along his bicep over the hoodie. Dew lays horizontal to them, letting Aeon rest his head on the softness of his stomach, purring like a rusty motor.

One by one, the other ghouls join the cuddle pile, Aeon in the center, and he's never felt safer in his life. He chuffs, safe and content, drifting off to sleep, surrounded by the soft breathing of his pack.

#dot's writing #aeon ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghoul #cirrus ghoul #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction #anon request

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xtrafluffyteddy · 6 months

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Home for Christmas

Pairing: John “soap” mactavish x reader

Warnings: pregnancy, angst, major character death, bittersweet ending

You were in the throws of decorating for soaps upcoming return and Christmas right around the corner, when you heard a soft knocking at you door, quickly climbing down the small step ladder you waddle your way to the door excitement bubbling in your chest wondering if somehow Johnny was able to get home earlier than expected mind running with thoughts of finishing decorating the nursery with him, putting up the tree, and doing all the sappy Christmas stuff you both have grown to love throughout the years.

Oh how wrong you were. Flinging open the door bright smile on your face only to be met by Price and Ghost standing before you with somber looks in their eyes. Not wanting to expect the worst you look past them hoping to catch a glimpse of Johnnys familiar mohawk and boisterous voice “Where’s Johnny” you ask looking at the two men before you “did he take a separate car? Got held up by paperwork?” The two men share a quick look before stepping inside leading you to the couch where they help you sit down.

“Sweetheart” Ghost begins as he looks away not ready to see your excitement turn to grief at what he’s about to say “I’ll take it from here Simon” Price assures the man patting the lieutenants shoulder before taking your hands in his scarred ones “Price, Simon, your scaring me where’s Johnny” you ask already feeling a pit of dread in your stomach. “Lass” Price begins “Soap- John, he isn’t coming home” he squeezes your hand gently “did he get held up or something did the mission extend?” You tried to come up with any reason as to why Johnny’s not coming home other than the one you dread the most. “Johnny was killed in action sweetheart, he would’ve tore the world apart with his bare hands if it meant coming home to you and him” he points to your stomach. You place a gentle hand on your stomach where you and johnnys son is safely nestled not knowing that he’ll never meet his dad.

“Lass” Proce inquired as he reached out to rub your arm “you still with us?” Everything sounded like it was underwater your mind running a mile a minute Johnnys not coming home, he was killed in action, you’ll raise the child you tried so hard for alone, you’ll never have another Christmas with him. “Sweetheart” Ghosts call of your name snapped you out of it “is there anything we can do to make this easier” you shook your head mouth dry, words caught in your throat.

After that day Price and Ghost had been there everyday to make sure you were eating well, drinking water, making it to your appointments just like Soap would’ve done. “It’s time lass” price murmured as he and ghost waited by the car door wearing full black, “coming” you whisper as you get out of the vehicle Johnnys ashes clutched in your arms black veil covering your face “we’ve got you sweetheart” Ghost murmured as he lead you towards the cliff side where Gaz was waiting “rest easy soap” ghost grunted eyes staring out at the crashing waves “goodbye my darling” you whisper voice cracking as you released his ashes watching as the waves swallowed them up. It was almost comforting knowing Johnny made it home where he belonged.

Not the best I made myself sad :(

#john mactavish x reader #john mactavish #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #soap x pregnant reader #soap x reader angst #john mactavish x reader angst #cod modern warfare #cod mwii

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ninapi · 15 days

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┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺╚══ Upper Moon Four╝

Premise: Obsessive emotions can rut anyone away, appreciating love with fear, anger, joy, pleasure and sadness can overwhelm even the purest of hearts.

Word Count: 2638

Note: You can read the first installment of this story here, this was requested by the lovely @star-dust-wanderer, sorry it took so long for me to finish this! 🫣

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Fear is an incredibly powerful emotion.

It’s very much needed for survival, that is a fact, as it helps you keeping yourself safe and away from all dangers life can bring your way.

But when it comes to love and those sort of complicated feelings, fear can become your worst enemy.

While the rest of the clones had their fair share of excitement with this flower girl, Hantengu hasn’t stopped shaking since the moment you escaped.

Were you safe?

Were you able to escape from this awful series of unfortunate events?

Were you sad and alone waiting for someone to come and get you from a hidden cave in the woods?

Just why he kept thinking about all this was entirely a mystery for him. But he couldn’t sleep, couldn’t even drink blood anymore. He was in physical pain from all this irrational fear to a point where Muzan told him to take a break, sort of…

“Get out of my sight, you useless creature…if I see you once more shivering in a corner today I swear I’ll crush your skull…”

His harsh words only made the grunting and shaking worse, if this wasn’t enough on it’s own he managed to anger his lordship. Why did his clones get him in this mess? Is not like he did willingly, he just absorbed them back, this never happened before, never their emotions were so high they would end up rubbing on him, this was a first and he didn’t know how to fix this.

“I need this to go away before Muzan-sama ends up eating us all…” quivering behind a rock he summoned them four, while all he could feel was fear, annoyance was as clear as water in his eyes.

“Fix this now!”

Sekido as usual was the first one to talk, “This is all your fault to begin with! YOU sent us her way, you agreed on taking this mission! And now you want US to fix it?” scoffing he just paced around said rock, “So easy of you to say…you never take on the dirty work…”

Karaku on the other hand was delighted with the news, “Do we know where she is? I can’t wait to see that gorgeous body of hers again…ahhhhh….my love….I hope she’s dying to meet me just the same way I am…” loud scoffs was all that could be heard in the background, presumably coming from Sekido.

“I just hope she’s still alive…poor girl…she didn’t do anything wrong and she’s so nice…so kind…” Aizetsu kept sighing from his place underneath a tall tree.

“She’s fine, I’m sure. I’ve never seen a stronger woman before. She even likes Sekido!” Urogi was circling them all from above, happily flying with excitement.

“I don’t know where the woman is, just go find her. Don’t come back until you get rid of her!”

“WHAT?” the four of them said in unison, dumbfounded by their counterpart’s instructions.

“I can’t keep living like this, you need to make sure this stops right now. I need her out of our life!”

“I don’t think getting rid of her would fix this problem…if any…my own emotions will drown you further…” Aizetsu rarely has any valuable input in a problem, being driven by sadness isn’t the solution to any problem, but this sounded about right.

“Sekido will consume you from the inside too…”

“Ugh…We won’t kill her…but I’ll think of a way of fixing the problem.” without acknowledging their higher self, they followed their self imposed leader, at least he didn’t want you dead.

“Aizetsu, can you track her scent?”

Pulling a little piece of cloth from his pocket, he sniffs it like a pup. “You had a piece of her kimono with you all this time? You disgust me…”

“Don’t listen to him, he’s just jealous because he doesn’t have one himself.”

“She’s in that direction…” he pointed south, the familiar scent he’s been craving so much filling his lungs causing a few tears to roll down his face.

“Urogi…”

“Yes sir!” flying as fast as he could through the vast forest, an immense amount of excitement filled his chest. While he’s the most calm of the bunch, just thinking of being able to see you once more was enough to make him forget about how hungry he was.

The night was dark, the moon kept hidden by pesky water filled clouds. Of course nothing that would stop Urogi from finding his prize, yet a bit troublesome to say the least. Storm winds kept pushing him on the opposite direction, washing away the soft floral scent he got to love so much.

“(Y/N)!! (Y/N) baby can you hear me? It’s Urogi! (Y/N)??? C’mon love stop hiding!” he screamed at the top of his lungs while flying low. He knew you were there somewhere, he could literally feel it, yet you were nowhere to be seen.

A little branch cracking caught his attention, his eyes glowing brightly in the darkness as the figure he’s been dying to see again finally reveals in front of him.

“Urogi-san? Is it really you?” unlike him, you couldn’t see in the dark, yet the powerful sound of his wings was a memory you treasured dearly and would recognize anywhere.

“(Y/N)!!!” a loud thud could be heard as your body hit the ground, a very heavy mass of muscle and wings crushing you and smothering you with kisses.

“Urogi-san! I thought I’d never see you again! Why are you here?”

“We were a bit restless thinking of what became of you. Are you hurt? Have you been eating?”

Giving him that lovely smile of yours, you just shook your head. “I’m not hurt, all thanks to you all. Aizetsu-san made sure I got to escape safely. Are you four ok?”

“We’re fine just worried about cha. Let’s go find the others, shall we?” he didn’t really gave you time to answer, scooping you in his strong arms and giving you forehead a soft loving kiss while he crossed the forest once more, with you in his arms the storm winds were nothing to him, pure joy elated his heart and that was more he could ever wish for.

Once he managed to get back to others, he put you down puffing his chest proudly, “Found her~”

“Sekido-san!!!” you tackled the demon, wrapping him in a warm embrace, while the others knew you were quite fond of him, they never expected to see such a thing.

“Are you ok? You’re such a dumb woman, I’m sure you’re hurt everywhere, aren’t you? Show me your injuries, you idiotic pest!”

His angry outburst made you giggle, even if he was angry he was worried about you, that much was clear. “I’m fine. Don’t worry, I’m tough, remember?”

Scoffing he stopped resisting your snuggling, “Yeah right, like a useless human could do anything on their own…”

“I wasn’t on my own though…Aizetsu-san helped me get out of there unscratched.” reaching a hand over to Aizetsu, you pulled him into the warm mess of tangled limbs you called hug.

“I missed you…” the sadness in his voice was palpable, while the other three missed you as well, they were incapable of showing it the way he could.

“I missed you too. Did you manage to escape alright too?” you cupped his cheek, tenderly caressing it with your thumb, while he couldn’t smile, his eyes watered with intensity from your soft loving touch, nobody had ever shown such tenderness to him, he was a demon, undeserving of such delicacy.

“Yeah…we are all fine. Better now that you’re here…”

Karaku was enjoying the show from up a tree branch, drinking some sake while admiring your beauty from afar, “We need to get you back to safety, sweetheart. Otherwise our emotions won’t be at peace. Though, I still want to strip you naked and drink from your-“

“Shut your mouth if you ever want to use it again.”

Sekido’s outburst made you giggle once more and snuggle further onto him. “Are we going back to the cottage? Or is it still not safe?”

“The cottage should be fine, right boss?”

“Yeah the demon corps left the area a while back, even if they did a human living there on her own wouldn’t be suspicious.”

“As long as we aren’t there, that is. We would only bring her troubles…” Aizetsu sighed heavily, sinking further into your embrace as if trying to engrave this moment in his memory for eternity. The warmth of your body, your little squeezes, the soft touch of your loving kisses…in all honesty he wished he could enjoy those all his life.

But there was no way he could.

“Let’s go, gorgeous. I’ll carry you in my arms so you don’t have to walk.” flying with Urogi was quite thrilling, though it was also pretty fast to arrive to wherever the aim was and that was something you didn’t want right now. “As much as I enjoy that, I think I would like to walk with all of you, if you don’t mind.”

They were all as surprised as the other by your response. It almost sounded like you wanted to spend time with them. But that couldn’t be true, they were your captors, they literally kidnapped you and forbid you to return to your home town, not even to retrieve the corpses of your departed family.

Aizetsu held one of your hands in his, gently caressing your knuckles with his thumb, “Let’s go.”

Taking the lead was never reserved for Aizetsu, he lacked assertiveness, but even sadness can be useful when it comes to real love.

He had the most intense feelings out of the rest, while some might think Sekido was the obvious answer, sadness is more powerful than anger, it tears you apart from within, it makes you take stupid decisions, clouds your view of every possible positive outcome. But it also clings to the beautiful feeling of love, craves it like no other as it soothes their lonely heart.

Aizetsu was the one who triggered such anxiety in Hantengu, he was the sole reason for his constant breakdowns.

While the other three contributed to this, Aizetsu kept flooding his mind with insanity.

The moment you smiled at him and held his hand back, his heart just couldn’t take it anymore, sobbing, he kept on walking north, he needed to bring you back to safety, back to a place he could always find you at.

“Oi Sekido…If we bring her to the cottage…does that mean we can just visit her whenever we want?”

“Ugh…I guess…but try to suppress your joy or he will notice…”

Urogi danced in the gloomy night sky, even if Aizetsu had the best interaction with you this time around, there was always a chance to see you again, he could come and smother you with kisses whenever he wanted, he could just stop feeling like he was drowning. Being happy all the time can be as exhausting as being sad or angry, it makes you question your own choices, your own words, your own truthfulness, yet with you around he never had to question anything, he could utterly enjoy his joyful self, making you giggle, causing you to smile, being a source of happiness to you was more than enough for him.

Sekido on the other hand, had his mind filled with uncertainty.

While he knew you being safe would bring order to his messy thoughts, he also knew it was very unlike him to enjoy your company, your touch, your smile. He was in rage with his own self, he wanted to kick himself real bad, rip his own head off, he couldn’t fathom anger itself could bring something like love to bloom.

What angered him most was the fact that you didn’t mind any of this. You were surrounded by demons, demons that could eat you alive at any point in time, you were facing Karaku who could ravish you to pieces, and all you did was giggle like a fair maiden, blush at their words, cuddle them like they were a bunch of puppies. You’d end up dead at this rate…if you accepted them just fine, you could accept any other demon, they would not think twice and dismember you like a chicken for supper, drink your delicious blood like nectar from the gods.

“Woman. You can’t let anyone enter the cottage but us, you hear me?”

“What do you mean?”

“You…your scent…calls creatures like us…they won’t be as generous…”

“Ah….yes…anyone would party in that beautiful body of yours, my muse…I would if Sekido wasn’t as noisy…” the scowl in Sekido’s face was almost comical, yet he was absolutely right and that was a terrifyingly infuriating thought.

“Got it. Will you guys bring food to me then? If I can’t go out?”

“You can go out, dumbass. Just not at night.”

“Oh…that makes things easier, yes. But you will come and visit me, right?” the pleading look in your eyes made him feel somewhat light headed, an unusual sensation at that.

“Yeah yeah…”

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The cottage was still the same way you left it, remains of the rope that held you captive, charred coal from Karaku’s bonfire…Urogi’s scratches on the floor, it held so many dear memories, even if they were fleeting, they were all very much treasured memories of yours.

They were hard at work reinforcing the door and windows, setting traps around the cottage, making sure no demon would dare to touch their prey.

Aizetsu though, couldn’t bare being away from you and was currently laying his head on your lap while you caressed his long fluffy hair.

While he was still sad about leaving you here on your own, he knew there was noting he could do, he couldn’t stay here to protect you, though he could come at any time, see your face, have your soft soothing touch all to himself.

“Aizetsu-san…I wanted to thank you…” your voice was nothing but a whisper, yet he could hear all of it and it made his stomach drop with anticipation.

“You were always so kind to me, from the start. Gave me a sense of safety I never felt before…” your words turned to silence yet your loving touch said more than your words, he could feel how much you cared for him, for the others, how you accepted them even knowing what they truly were, a sense of belonging bloomed in his chest the same way it did on the others.

“I’ll come visit when I can…will you…will you caress my hair like this when I do?”

“Of course, sweet stuff. As much as you want…”

Unbeknownst to you both, the other three were watching the entire interaction.

They were connected after all, they were one.

That sense of belonging bloomed in all of them at once, and not an ounce of jealousy could be felt within any of them, not even Sekido.

This is where they belonged.

Not by Muzan’s side, not fighting demon hunters, but in your arms.

A realization that was not only worrying but wholesome, as much as troubling.

Demons can’t fall in love, can they?

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joenotexotic99 · 8 months

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How they are when you have a hangover.

A/n I want to thank you all for the support. It's helps me a lot and I appreciate it so much. Thank you <3

Warnings: fluffff, vomit (nothing wild but just to put it out there) drinking themes, some language.

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Eugene roe

-when you came home from drinking he knew from your slurred speech and your extra flirty behavior that you were going to have a nasty hangover. He made you drink lots of water before you went to bed as well as some pain killers and toast in hopes of an easier morning. Yet you woke up with a nasty migraine and nauseous. He's there with you as you slowly get through it. Blocking out the light and helping you rehydrate yourself. Making sure you take another dose of pain medication when its time.

"You don't have to do this you know"

"Yes I do, drink up"

Dick winters

- will get you anything you might need. No second thoughts. Holds back your hair when you are over the toilet. He makes sure you are back safely in bed with a glass of water. He then makes his way to the store getting everything and anything. Pain medication, cold patches for your head, electrolytes, comfort meals, favorite snacks. He makes sure you rest and feel taken care of. So sweet omg.

"I know this sucks but it will be over shortly ok sweetheart"

Bull Randleman

-he's been around the block once or twice. He's not afraid to help. You don't make it to the toilet at one point he goes to clean up without protest. You try to stop him. Making a point on how gross your situation is. He just chuckles and continues. You want to be stubborn with this but you hurt everywhere so you sorta just let him. If you ever feel good enough I feel like he would take you out to breakfast to eat a good warm meel.

"I am the grossest human on the planet right now. You have no need to be here right now"

"I'm going to pretend like I didn't hear that"

Lewis nixon

-lets be honest here, he's hungover too. This is definitely not your first time around. You too are like matches and gasoline. As soon as alcohol comes around, having a hangover is set in stone. You might even have to just sit in nature if it gets bad. you know? He will do his very best though don't worry. He knows very well how to treat hangovers. He has it down to a t. Will pass his wisdom to you. By the end of the day it was like you never drank.

"Holy shit nix I love you"

"I love me to"

"Shut up"

Babe heffron

-He isn't as experienced as the rest of easy company but that doesn't mean he hasn't had a hangover before. He doesn't have the "wisdom" of Lewis but you bet your ass he's going to try his very hardest. He knows the feeling of hangovers and he's well aware that they aren't fun. Will pull your hair back and put a cool rag on your head. Help you relax in the shower when you don't feel as much as a sack of dehydrated shit. Cook a good breakfast and eat with you on the couch.

"Sorry i was a mess today, you shouldn't go through all this effort for me"

"You're stuck with me for the rest of your life, better start getting used to it"

#band of brothers #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers headcanon #band of brothers x reader #eugene roe #babe heffron #dick winters #bull randleman #lewis nixon #eugene roe x reader #dick winters x reader #bull randleman x reader #lewis nixon x reader #babe heffron x reader

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kwnnys · 1 year

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— main 4 fasting for the first time!

hcs : g/n reader a/n : for my muslim brothers nd sisters 🙏🙏 reader is muslim and asks the boys to try fasting w them for ramadan :D

— stan marsh

quite intrigued when you first bring it up, also pretty hesitant to try it

"wait so like- no food or water? for a whole day? are you sure I wont die..."

but with a little bit convincing, stan will eventually agree!

he starts off strong and confident 💪 bragging to the group and telling them all about fasting

but that confidence slowly dies as the hours pass... and poor boy gets so tired

he knows you said that while fasting that you should be as productive as possible, but hes just so tired and drowsy he cant help it 😭

he tries to play basketball with his friends, or even doing his homework. but he just can't focus on anything

he ends up sleeping the rest of the day till iftar

he apologizes and feels so bad 😓, but you tell him its fine since its his first time

I dont' think he'd do it again the next day or anytime soon, but maybe give it a few years and he might be able to fast all 30 days :D

— kyle broflovski

like stan also very intrigued and curious

he'll ask you alot of questions and take a few notes, before ultimately agreeing

hes a little nervous at first, but you manage to ease him with some words of affirmation!

tries to just distract himself for the whole day. studying, chores, video games, etc.

he doesn't make a big deal about it, but is definitely suffering on the inside

tbh the hardest part for him isn't the actual fasting, but not being able to swear or be mad (especially considering kyle has a short temper) 💀

cartman definitley takes advantage of this and calls him every name in the book. also purposely eats infront of him.

"hey stupid jew. look what I've got, a chocolate cake. you want some? oh wait, YOU CANT!" "...I swear to god cartman."

almost broke his fast cause of him. 😭

but anyways, he manages to successfully finish his fast!

he would do it again, maybe in a few days if you asked.

— eric cartman

when you first tell him about fasting and ramadan, he'll literally be SO flabberghasted.

"wait wait wait, so you're telling me you can't EAT or even drink WATER for 30 days? you trying to get me killed or something?"

it'll take alot of convincing to get him to fast with you

alooot of convincing.

but when he eventually agrees, he will be SO dramatic about it and overexaggerates everything

"oh my god, I think Im dying. tell kyel.. I hope he gets cancer.."

refuses to go to school or even get out his room

liane gets very concerned about him, and'll constantly ask you if he'll be okay and won't die

you assure her that its completely fine, especially considering he ate almost half the fridge during suhoor.

he talks to his stuffed animals to try and cope.

tried to secretly eat a piece of candy while you weren't looking 💀you'll have to keep a close eye on him if you want him to actually finish his fast.

he'll definitely hold a grudge against you the whole day and refuse to talk to you.

but don't worry, you make it up to him by taking him to kfc for iftar 😋

bro literally ordered half the menu and gobbled everything up in a matter of minutes.

safe to say he won't be fasting again anytime soon. or ever again,

— kenny mccormick

the only one in the group who manages to fast with little to no problem

kenny doesn't usually eat much food anyway, so hes all down

the hardest part for him is not being able to have 'dirty' thoughts or look at porno magazines 💀

the guys probably don't even notice that kennys fasting since they know kenny usually eat till you or he brings it up

cartman also takes advantage of this and tries to get him to break his fast with money. (which fails cause you're there to shut him off)

doesn't really have a change in his routine or life, he just does what he normally does

you're surprised by how easy hes taking it tbh

when its time for iftar, you decide to invite him over your house to eat :D

hes shocked at all the food you had prepared by you and your parents, and extremely grateful too

that day he had the biggest meal for the first time in probably a few years 😭

definitely took home some leftovers after for his family.

overall he'd definitely wouldn't mind doing it again! especially if it means being able to go to your house to eat again.

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idk6123 · 19 days

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A Vulnerable Leader (Shiro X Male Reader)

Living on a remote planet isn’t the most ideal, but it was far better then being revolved around the war that is happening in the cosmos. The scavenger often sees crashed spacecrafts on the planet. Most of the time, getting something good out of it. It wasn’t too exciting after a while, and living to see another day doesn’t seem a worry anymore. One day though, a spacecraft crashed on the solitude planet. Once Y/N get to the crash site, he’s quick to realized this is something else. Doing this for a long time, he knows Galra and other spaceships. This is something else entirely. It’s looks like an animal, with black and white colors.

Once he checked the spaceship out for danger, Y/N infiltrated in to see the driver. When he get to him, he notices that his vitals are still active, but it looks like he’s hurt, extremely. Once he carefully removed the helmet carefully, he sees that the man is a human, just like him. Curious as he is, he takes the fellow human to his shelter.

Days has passed. Shiro slowly opens his eyes, only to see a blur. He’s fully undressed, only down to his underwear. Once he get conscious, he notices the pain in his body as well and grunt out in pain.

“S-Shit…!” He hears a male voice, though a bit fainting. Some seconds later, he sees whoever it is. That’s when he sees a human man, around his age, though definitely younger. Shiro can’t help but wonder to think he’s back on Earth. “Give me a sec.”

His face disappears. After a few seconds, he feels a piercing pain in his neck. As his eyes move to the left, he realized that the man putted him to sleep. That’s the last thing he thought before getting back to sleep.

The second time Shiro wakes up, he instantly feels sluggish, though alive. Remembering what happened before the crash, Shiro tries his best to fully awake. He moves his head to the left, seeing the stranger’s back of a man. He tries to speak up, but can only make out some noise. Luckily, it did the trick and the scavenger looks back before walking over to him.

“Hey.” The man crouches next to the lying man. “Do you feel pain?” Shiro thinks about it, but only feel numb. He shakes his head a little. “Good. …It looks like I gave you too much and made you numb. Sorry, I got paranoid and thought you were going to die. It should be over around a day.” Shiro hums in respond, but he still wonders who he is, but can’t ask.

The scavenger notices his gaze looking at him, checking him out. “You’re safe. Don’t worry. I’m Y/N. I saw your spacecraft crashed and found you. Though I couldn’t flew it to here, sorry.” Y/N smiles a little, trying to make the other human feel a bit better. “Anyway, if you need something to eat or drink, just hum.”

A day later, and Y/N wake up once he heard a thud. He get out of his bed and to the other room, to see Shiro on the ground, panting tiredly. Y/N is quick to help him. “What happened!?” He helps Shiro stand up to see him sweat, despite the weather being chilly. Having a bad feeling, Y/N put the paladin back on the couch, put the blanket over his body and put his hand on his head. “You’re sick.”

“I’m… fine…” Shiro respond with some pants. He tries to stand up, but Y/N won’t allow him. “I need to go…”

“You just fell. No way I’m going to let you leave.” Y/N stands up to get some water.

“You don’t understand…” Shiro tiredly speaks up. “My friends are… looking for me… I’m a Paladin.”

“I dunno what that is.” Y/N walks back to Shiro and try to have the man drink, though Shiro merely grabs the bottle. “But I’m sure your friends find you dead in a ditch when they see you crashed in another planet.”

Shiro frowns as he drinks. “Do you got a radio or something else to contact-?”

“Nothing of the sort.” Y/N responds. Shiro looks disappointed. “I live here alone. Just take it easy and rest.”

Shiro wants to protest, but he doesn’t have the energy for it. Because of it, he merely closes his eyes as he right now he’s fighting his sickness instead of fighting the war.

The next day, Y/N checks up with the sick man. He’s still sick, sweating furiously and exhausted. But it’s better than yesterday, which is an improvement. Not just that, it appears Shiro could talk better.

“You feel a bit better?”

“I feel hazy…” Shiro mutters. His panting is less heavy. “But besides that, better…”

“Good.” Y/N grabs something to eat and drink for his temporary roommate.

As he does, Shiro looks at him. He still wonders about Y/N and where he is. But he asks before doing something else… “I’m Shiro…”

Y/N turns back. “Nice to meet you.” He continues grabbing the food. After putting in on a plate, he walks back to Shiro. He put the food down to the side, helping the man sit up before putting the plate on his lap.

In front of Shiro he sees something similar he eats back at the Castle, now confirming he isn’t on Earth. “Where are we?”

“On a planet. Dunno what it called. I just live here.” Y/N grabs a chair to sit besides Shiro, as he begins eating the food.

“But you’re human…”

“Got kidnapped by some aliens, but I escaped. You?”

Shiro hums. “Same…” He takes another bite from the food. “So… how long do you live here?”

“…I lost count.”

“Oh.” Shiro awkwardly looks at him. “Feel free when I’m better to join me…”

This reminds Y/N of something. “You said something about being a Paladin?”

Shiro hums softly. “Let me see how to explain this… You seen my Lion? My spacecraft.” Y/N hums. “Basically, there are 5 of them… each one has a pilot… We’re basically a squad that helps people across the universe.”

“So you’re a hero? That’s pretty cool.”

“Thanks.” Shiro smiles. “You’re one too, since you saved me…”

“You say that, but I would’ve just left you if you died.”

The Black Paladin chuckles. “Luckily I didn’t.”

The next day, and Shiro has his breakfast. Today, his disease managed to decreases a bit. He lost his haziness view, but he’s still sweating. With the lack of walking, his legs are a bit stiff. Still, things are looking up.

“I think tomorrow may be the day.”

“I hope so.” Shiro responds. “My friends are probably worrying sick about me. Still, I prefer looking a bit better.” He then sniffs, noticing something stinking. He then looks a bit embarrassed. “And maybe a shower… or two.”

Y/N chuckles. “I didn’t want to be rude… but I started breathing from my mouth two days ago.” Shiro laughs along, but is still embarrassed. “I don’t have a shower perse. I do have a bath, some water and a sponge.”

“That will do.”

In another room of the shelter, Shiro is in the bath with Y/N helping him clean up. The Black Paladin stays quiet, finding it a bit awkward being naked with someone he just met. Because of that, he makes a joke to lighten up the mood.

“Usually guys bathe me after the third date.”

Y/N laughs. “And how many baths are that? 100?”

Shiro looks up. “What do you mean by that?”

“Nothing. I just imagine someone with your appearance to be popular. That’s all.”

Shiro hums, looking back. “You could say that, but I prefer having a normal relationship instead of guy hunting.” That’s when Shiro remembers Adam, wondering how much he’s missing him. “I had a boyfriend back home.”

“Oh?”

“I haven’t seen him in so long.” Shiro begins sharing his trouble. “I wonder if he thinks I died.”

“Why would he think that?”

“Because I got caught by the Galra.” Shiro answers. “Nobody back on Earth knows what happened to me, but it’s likely they think I died during my mission.” He let out a sigh. “Do you think there is a chance he moved on?”

Y/N doesn’t know how to respond. “I’m not…”

“It’s alright.” Shiro mutters. He looks back at Y/N. “I’m sorry I had to put you on the spot. I shouldn’t said anything.”

“It’s alright. You can talk to me.”

“…I usually don’t talk about my problems.” Shiro confessed. “Since I’m the leader, I have to remain calm so others won’t panic. This is the first chance I could just say something about it.”

“I understand.” Y/N gives an reassuring smile. “I’m always here with open ears.”

Shiro smiles. He looks back at Y/N, his face close to his friend. “Thank you Y/N. You’re a kind guy.”

The two quietly look at each other. It didn’t take Shiro long to have his instincts kick in and kiss Y/N. Despite the nudity, the Black Paladin isn’t bothered with his position and merely let the purity of it take the wheel. He appreciate someone looking after him, after a long time looking for other people himself. It feels nice for a chance to be taken care of.

Shiro pulls back after kissing Y/N. With a nervous smirk, the man blushes a bit. “Sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

Luckily, Y/N merely smiles. “Not at all.”

The next day, it’s time to leave the planet. Inside of the Black Lion, Shiro is finally wearing his clothes. Y/N stands besides him, grabbing the chair for support.

“Are you going to miss this place?”

“Years of isolation and survival? Not at all.” Y/N looks quiet excited to leave. “And now I can finally get back to other people.”

“About that… You know we’re just with 5 people in total, in terms of humans.”

“Still better than being alone.”

Shiro smiles, agreeing with him. “Then we leave. Any last one words?”

“No.”

“Then let’s go.”

#voltron #voltron legendary defender #takashi shirogane #shiro #shiro x male reader #voltron x male reader

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romanestuffsposts · 10 months

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Hey loves! Can you do one with the reader and her daddies runnng errands?

Hi there loves! 💜

Thank you for the request! and thank you for being so patient toward me. I'm sorry it took me so long babe!❤️

I hope you like how I turned it

Enjoy <3

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Warnings : none

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : a cute afternoon with your Daddies

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"what do you want like veggies, sweetness ?" your Papa asks, looking down at you. You're currently standing in between him and the shopping cart, pretending to pushing it yourself when it fact it's your Papa who's pushing it.

"Caot, tomato, I wanna cucumbe too pwease" you ask, peering up at him with a little smile. He looks down at you and nods "Carrot, tomato and cucumber. Let's go get it then" he winks

You help your Papa pushing the shopping cart and wonders around the store until you finally find the vegetables hallway "you take the ones you want, please ?" he asks and watches you leaving his side to go chose the perfect veggies.

'Is' hose ones awe toot ?" you ask, coming back toward him with a little bag full of veggies. Your Papa checks each one of them to see if you won't get sick while eating them and once he's sure you're safe, he nods and puts them on the cart

"Daddy ?" you ask as you sneak back between your Papa's hands and starts pushing the cart "he's coming, sweetie. He went to look for the bottles of water" he says kissing the top of your hair

"we go get wha now ?" you ask, looking around all the food who are around you as you walk "we go get some fruits now, princess"

Once you're infront of all the fruits, you wonder your eyes at each one of them with open mouhth. That's a lot of fruits. Your Papa brought the shopping cart closer to he can looks with you "you take the ones you want, baby" he says, as he analyses a melon. "Otay!" you happily sneak away from the cart and stop infront of your favorite fruit.

You peer up at your Papa and analyse the fruit just like he does. You don't know why, you don't know what's that for but you do like your Papa.

After some minutes, Steve has the fruits he want and the one he knows Bucky loves and is waiting for you at the shopping cart. He tilts his head and smiles sweetly at you when he sees you coming back with two bags of fruits.

You really like them

"You found everything you wanted, babygirl ?" you hear your Daddy's voice. You look behind your Papa and see your Daddy coming back with water and other drinks in his hands. You squeal and watch him happily coming toward you.

You don't go hug him right away because he has his arms busy so you wait until he drops everything in the cart. You put your fruits in the cart and go hug your Daddy "took you so long" you complain making him laugh

"yea, took you soo long" your Papa says, smirking at his husband who simply rolls his eyes "well yea, no really easy to go faster when you have only two arms and have to hold and grab all the drinks by yourself" now he's the one complaining

You rest your chin against his chest, your arms still around his waist "but Daddy, you have a super arm" you remind him and his face fell. He brings his face closer to yours and bump his forehead with yours "which side your on, little one" he teases and you giggle

"What's left ?" he asks wrapping his arms around you and swinging from side to side as he looks at Steve. Your back at hiding your face in his shirt now.

"We just have to grab some snaks and then we're good" Steve says looking down at his little list.

"Perfect!" Bucky says, tapping your back slowly, signaling you that you're gonna all move.

"Yay snacks!!" you squeal and your Papa is quick to stop you "slow down, little trouble" he says grabbing you little chin to make you look up at him "you can have three different kind of snacks, alright ?"

When you go to do the big errands, your Daddies always tell you to chose snacks. Sometimes it's one, four, two or three like today. Sometime they say only one because the week before you took three differents snacks but weren't feeling well so you didn't ate all of them. And other times it's because you were braty toward them and they had to punish you in a way or another so in the end, either it's no snacks or just a few

They talked about it together and then with you. They don't want to private you from snacks. It's important that you have a little bit of sugar in your body. But they always make sure that you don't exaggerated either.

You nod, happy with his answer. You all start to walk toward the hallway of sugar, you still pushing the cart with your Papa behind you and now your Daddy beside the cart.

When you're infont of the hallway. Your eyes widen at all the choices and all the good things in front of you. You hear your Daddy chuckles behind you and don't have time to react that he lifts you in his arms and rests you on his hip "I can see you drooling" he teases.

You giggle and take his shirt to dry your mouth, just incase, making him laugh "you little snake" his fingers spider your side making you squirming and laughing in his arms

"if she peed herself, you clean it" Your Papa smirks from beside you and your Papa stops his attack "rabageois" he mumbles, rolling his eyes at him making you giggle.

You love how playful they are

"did you chose, sweet thing ?" your Papa asks as he puts his ow snacks in the cart. You nod and squirm out of your Daddy's arms who carefuly puts you back down.

You grab the three snacks you can have and come back toward them. You show them your three treasures and they nod in approval "those are perfect, baby" your Daddy says and helps you putting them in the cart.

They always want you to show them what you chose because it's their money and they want to know what they buy and because they now you. They know you won't take four snacks if you're alowed to just take three but sometimes, you take snacks your Daddies know you won't eat because you don't really like them.

It's depend on how you're feeling but it happens so they explain and remind you that you don't really like them. Sometimes you remeber and go chose other ones and other times you really want the ones you chose, and your Daddies let you have them. Maybe you'll like it better after trying it again ?

You walk toward the box to pay and help your Daddies putting all your food and drinks on the little things who move by itself. You always love that thing.

You greet the ma'am who's scanning your things and watch her putting everyhting in you bags. Your Daddy gives you the lightest bag you were complaining that you didn't have anything to hold and happily take it from him

You help them packing everything in the car and then your Daddy helps you climbing in the car. He makes sure you're secured and after dropping a kiss on your nose, he closes the door and makes his way toward his side

"thank you for the help today, princess" your Papa says. You peer up at his through the little mirror and watch him pulling out of the parking lot, his sunglasses on his nose.

"You're weltomeee" you sing making them smile "did you found everything you wanted ?" your Daddy asks, peering at you behind his shoulder. He sees you nodding and looks back infront of him with a satisfied smile

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ctitan98official · 3 months

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Anonymous: Got my wisdom teeth taken out today and have been resting for awhile now. Pain isn’t too bad, jaw feels a little stiff and of course achy in the back gum area. The situation got me wondering. How would the Dimitrescu ladies care for their s/o after wisdom teeth removal (or just any surgery aftermath)? I’m particularly curious about Dani, as I and many others, headcanon her as a very caring and doting lover. PS - love your work and hope your day is going well. Stay safe and stay cool💕

I hope it went well! Kind of projecting from when I broke my jaw and imagined how they would take care of me lol. Let’s get into it!

Alcina:

Alcina had always been a doting partner, and she knew that taking care of you after your wisdom teeth removal was crucial. She wanted to make sure that you were as comfortable and pain-free as possible, so she put together a care package that included everything she thought you might need.

Firstly, she made sure that you had plenty of soft and easy-to-eat foods like soup, yogurt, and mashed potatoes. She also stocked up on lots of cold drinks and ice packs to help reduce any swelling or pain. She knew that hydration was important, so she made sure you had water bottles at the ready.

Alcina also made sure to pick up the prescribed medication and kept track of when it was time for the next dose. She helped you set up a comfortable area to rest in, with plenty of pillows and blankets to make you as cozy as possible. She also made sure to remind you to take it easy and avoid any strenuous activities.

As the day wore on, Alcina was quick to jump into action whenever you needed anything. She would offer to get you anything you needed, whether it was a refill on your water or a fresh ice pack. She also took care of the small things, like wiping your mouth or applying lip balm to keep your lips moisturized.

Throughout the day, Alcina checked in with you often to make sure you were doing okay. She listened to your concerns and made sure to address any questions or worries you had. She also made sure to keep you entertained by reading to you, watching movies, or playing board games together.

As the days passed, Alcina continued to be a devoted caretaker, helping you in any way she could. She knew that the road to recovery could be long and challenging, but with her support and care, you would be back to your normal self in no time.

She also made a comfy pillow to lie on as well.

Bela:

Bela Dimitrescu, being a cultured and sophisticated lady, would want to make sure that you had the best possible care after your wisdom teeth removal. She would start by making sure that you had all the necessary items, such as soft foods, cold drinks, and pain medication, ready and available.

She would then create a relaxing and comfortable environment for you, complete with a soft bed, fluffy pillows, and plenty of blankets. Bela would also place some soothing essential oils around the room to help calm your nerves and promote restful sleep.

Knowing that hydration is essential for recovery, Bela would offer you plenty of fluids, such as water, herbal tea, and fruit juices. She would also make sure that you had ice packs to help reduce swelling and discomfort.

Bela would be attentive to your needs and make sure that you were comfortable at all times. She would offer to help with anything you needed, such as helping you get dressed, preparing meals, or running errands. She would also make sure that you were taking your medication on time and as directed.

In addition to practical care, Bela would also provide emotional support for you. She would spend time talking to you, listening to your concerns, and reassuring you that everything would be okay. She would offer words of encouragement and positive affirmations to boost your mood and help you stay positive during your recovery.

Bela would also make sure that you were entertained and had plenty of distractions to help pass the time during your recovery. She might suggest reading books so you could listen and rest.

Throughout the recovery process, Bela would continue to be a loving and caring partner, providing whatever you needed to feel comfortable and at ease. Her nurturing and supportive nature would help you recover quickly and with as little discomfort as possible.

Cassandra:

After the surgery, Cass would make sure you were resting comfortably. She would ensure that the room is quiet and dimly lit to avoid any disturbance and would provide pillows and a cozy blanket to help you feel comfortable. (She also gave you a favorite stuffed animal of hers to cuddle with, but don’t tell anybody.)

Cass made you take the prescribed pain medication as directed by the doctor. She also kept track of the medication schedule and always gave you enough water to stay hydrated. None of that “I feel fine, I don’t need anymore pain medicine.” With her. She knew you were just sucking it up. Just listen to her, okay? She loves you and you don’t need to put up a brave face.

After wisdom teeth removal or any surgery, it’s essential to eat soft foods that are easy to chew. Cass took charge of the kitchen and cooked nutritious yet soft foods for you. She made you lots of different things: A bowl of warm soup, mashed potatoes, and scrambled eggs to name a few.

Throughout the recovery period, Cass would check in on you regularly. She would ask how you are feeling and if you needed anything. She brought you warm tea or a cool glass of water to help you better.

She also insisted on flushing your surgery sites with saltwater herself… She just found the process satisfying. She is morbid, but you already knew that.

Cass was your shoulder to lean on during the recovery period. She would offer a listening ear and provide emotional support. She would always remind you that you were loved and that everything would be alright.

Daniela:

Despite being the youngest, Dani has always been nurturing and good at taking care of others.

Dani would offer to help you with any personal care needs you may have after surgery. She assisted you with changing your dressings helped you with your oral hygiene routine.

Throughout the recovery period, Dani gave you plenty of affection. She gave you warm hugs and held your hand to provide comfort as she snuggled into your side. She would also remind you how much she loves you and how grateful she is to have you in her life.

After the surgery, Dani easily kept you entertained. She brought you your favorite book and movie to enjoy while you rested. She also made sure that the TV was set up with your favorite shows and streaming services so you had plenty of options to choose from.

Dani has a great sense of humor and used it to make you laugh during your recovery period. She told you funny stories or jokes to lift your spirits and bring some levity to the situation.

Not to be gross, but she kept sniffing your jaw like a puppy when you first got home. She could smell your blood and it made her eyes roll back in pleasure. She may have also (Gently) tipped your mouth open while you slept a few times so she could take a big whiff of your healing surgery sites… She’ll never admit to it, though.

Masterlist

#alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #re8 #re8 village #re8 lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitriscu x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x y/n #bela dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu x reader

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awakenthebeing · 11 months

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Piepoe, and Keppino color swap?

Here you are!! And a bonus outfit swap for them both too :3!

#thank you for this suggestion/request tho!! i enjoy these 2 so much rn so doodling these two arts was quite fun for me!!#make sure to eat food and to drink water and rest ok? take it easy and be safe!! thank you again so much!!#sending LOTS AND LOTS of love your way!#💖💘💓💘💖💘💓💘💖💖💘💓💘💖💘💖💘💖💘💘💖💖💘💓💘💖💘💓💘💓💘💖💘💓💖💘💖💘💖💘💓💘💖💓💘💖💘💓💘‼️‼️‼️‼️#Piepoe arts #Keppino arts

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chaotic-super · 11 months

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The Vampire Woman - 20

Read The Vampire Woman on AO3 here!

Kara looks just about ready to collapse and Lena is worried. She hasn’t answered her question on what she was doing trying to drink the few drops of blood left in the blood bag Lena just devoured and she’s just silently swaying where she stands, her hands reaching out behind her to find the top of the island so she can lean against it.

“Kara, what’s going on? Are you ok?” Lena’s voice softens from the previous harsh tone, her shock and anger being pushed aside by her worry. “Kara, you don’t look so good.”

Her eyes are unfocused and she’s sweating. A literal bead of sweat drips down the side of her face for Lena’s eyes to track the path of, afraid to even touch her because she looks so delicate.

Kara backs up even further until her spine is pressed firmly to the counter and at that point, Lena moves one of the stools closer to her and directs her to take a seat. “Kara, come on, sit down.”

There’s no hesitation, Kara does as she’s told, albeit very slowly, so slowly that Lena only worries more. “I just want to help you, Kara. You can’t drink blood, that’s what vampires…do.” Lena pauses partway through her sentence, coming to the realisation that just because Kara is still mostly human, she still has vampire tendencies too, meaning that she likely has to drink blood along with eating food, she has to fuel both sets of her DNA and that’s probably why she’s ill now, she’s only been feeding her human half.

There’s no real reaction to anything she’s saying because from the look of things, Kara is struggling just to keep her eyes open, the fatigue too much for her. Lena stays close to her side, careful to not take her eyes off Kara just in case she slips and falls.

If she’s right about Kara needing blood to feed her vampire side then she needs to get her some but it’s strange. Kara has been eating normally for a human and hasn’t shown any signs of aggression or violence the way Lena does when she’s starving, she’s got no outward desire to hunt and that’s something she needs to delve deeper into with Kara. For now though, they need to get to her lab so they can test Kara, they can’t just have her drinking blood if it turns out she’s wrong, they need to test her cells against blood deprived cells of a vampire. The only problem with that is the fact that she can’t test herself because she’s just had a blood bag so she’s got to call in a favour or two.

“Let’s get you somewhere comfier, huh?” Lena carefully wraps her arms around Kara’s waist, nervous about getting too close for comfort but seeing that it’s necessary for Kara’s safety. “The couch looks good, let’s go over there.”

Kara is malleable and easy to encourage movement in but it has downsides, Lena has to keep a tight grip on her waist to keep her legs from crumpling beneath her and she has to plan out each and every step because Kara’s feet are barely moving forward and when they do, it’s at an unreliable pace and it makes it impossible for Lena to judge where they will land each time so she has to be extra vigilant to make sure she doesn’t step on them.

Kara isn’t much help but Lena at least has the clarity to understand that she isn’t doing it on purpose, she’s become weak and her health has taken a rapid decline that she can’t control. The rate of the decline is what scares Lena the most though. She watched the footage of Kara coming into the apartment and waving to the camera, she seemed fine, but then she goes to sleep and then she is somehow this bad. She needs to figure out how to help her safely and quickly.

She drops Kara onto the couch, helping her lie down with her head resting on a cushion, propped up the slightest bit. She then covers her with a blanket and goes to fetch Kara some water. Kara’s eyes are barely open when she gets back to her just moments later and she has to gently cradle the back of her head to help her drink the water, something Kara eagerly does, her throat dry and uncomfortable, scratchy even.

“That’s it, just take it slow.” Lena encourages her to drink as much as she can. “I’m going to call your sister for you, ok?”

“Ok.” Kara mumbles. “Lena, I don’t feel good.”

“I can’t imagine you do.”

Lena tucks the blanket tighter around Kara before she stands so she can call Alex. The phone call is quick, an urgency to her words stopping Alex from prolonging it in favour of heading right over to get to Kara. Lena calls Jess too, it’s becoming quite apparent that Jess and Kara have become good friends and she’d probably be yelled at for a week straight if she didn’t let her know what’s going on.

As soon as the calls have been made, Lena is sitting at Kara’s side, perched on the floor beside her, testing her temperature with a cool hand and watching her chest rise and fall with steady breaths, the only thing keeping her from becoming too worried. If her breathing changes, she might just end up having a panic attack or two though because it’s the only tangible thing keeping her sane.

It’s strange, Lena acknowledges, how this is one of the only times since she turned that she’s actually felt emotions this strong, this kind of fear.

She’s spent so long being shut off from the world, only developing surface relations, careful to never give too much away and always on the outside that now she’s unwittingly found herself in a situation that is the polar opposite of that, she feels completely out of her depth and she’s forced to reach out for help where she’s never had to do that before, she’s always been able to solve her own issues but now she’s realizing that she doesn’t have to take everything on alone. The only person she’s ever relied on is Jess and that was only ever trivial things so this is a whole new ball game and she’s finding that while it’s frightening, she doesn’t mind playing too much.

At the very least, Kara seems to be aware of her presence, her head tilted towards her and her lips making shapes of words she doesn’t have the energy to mutter. Lena watches, attempting the make sense of it and wishing that over the past few centuries, she had devoted time to learning how to lip read.

“Don’t try to talk, Kara. Just save your energy, you’re going to need it.” Lena mutters to her, debating whether or not to get her another blanket.

She doesn’t get her another blanket, she does stay beside her until Alex and Jess arrive though, not standing from her spot until she hears hurried knocking from the door and even then, she leads both Alex and Jess right over to Kara and then places herself back down in the spot that never had the chance to cool.

“Lena, what happened?” Alex chases her down to Kara’s side, her hands immediately cupping Kara’s face.

Lena shrugs. “She was fine when she was at L-Corp and she seemed alright when she got here based on the footage but then she went to sleep and has been like this since.”

“Something must be happening; we have to get her to the lab.”

“That’s not all.” Lena breathes.

Both Jess and Alex look tired, probably because of the never-ending amount of bad shit that keeps happening to them. Jess clears her throat. “What is it?”

“I left my blood bag on the counter when I was done with it, I found her trying to drink the few drops left in the bottom of it. I managed to stop her in time but I’m starting to wonder if this is happening because she’s only been feeding her human side, not her vampire side.”

“How do we figure that out?”

“We have to compare her cells to that of a starving vampire and see if they are similar, if they are then we know she needs to add blood into her diet and if not, then I have no clue how to help her.”

Alex shakes her head, her fingers pressing into Kara’s cheeks like she’s hoping to somehow transfer all of her energy and warmth into her sister to heal her. “So our problems are that it’s daytime so we have to try and figure out how to get you back to L-Corp and we have to find a hungry vampire, if you just ate then it can’t be you.”

“That’s right. I have someone I can call but if they say yes, you can’t be there when they come by because a hungry vampire and two humans are not a good mix. We can’t do anything until nightfall, if my… acquaintance, is willing to make the trip, they won’t come until nightfall anyway, we just have to keep her stable until then but her heartrate is strong, it seems as though the main issue is her energy levels.”

“I can see that.” Alex watches Kara’s eyelids flutter. “Hey, you.”

“Alex?”

“Yeah, it’s me.” Kara wrestles her hand free from beneath the blanket and reaches out towards her sister and Alex meets her halfway, their hands clasping when they meet. Alex tucks the blanket back down where Kara’s movements pushed it away and whispers to her. “We’re going to help you, don’t worry. Lena’s going to call someone and we’re going to get you back to L-Corp and everything will be alright. You just rest, ok?”

Kara has never heard sweeter words. She’s more than happy to just sit and rest while everyone else does the work, she’s desperate for sleep and is ecstatic to go back to the land of the dreamers, even if her sleep is a little restless at times. “Ok.”

Jess feels completely useless, she’s just standing off the side and trying not to get in the way of Alex getting to Kara since she knows that as much as she wants to be beside Kara to make sure she’s alright, Alex is a better fit for the situation, Kara will want Alex.

As Kara settles back down and closes her eyes once more, the three of them back away from her, still watching her out of the corner of their eyes, worried something else will go wrong but not wanting to stand right over her when she’s trying to rest.

Lena takes them into the kitchen where she promptly leaves them to go and make a couple of phone calls she’d really rather not make.

Alex and Jess are just casually pacing around the island, both walking in the same direction in their loop so they never overlap as they try to come up with solutions and reasons for things they have no idea about and that’s how Lena finds them when she gets back.

“I’m not even going to ask. I just made some calls and thanks to the shortage of blood, we’re going to have two hungry vampires over at L-Corp tonight. They are going to head over as soon as it’s safe to do so and we have to make sure that we’re ready for them because they are not too happy to be our test subjects and they have very short fuses so one wrong word and they are gone. We should head over to L-Corp before nightfall and get things sorted and then you two need to head out and lay low because it’s not safe for you there while they are there.”

Alex is not about to let her baby sister, the one that is currently in really bad shape, be alone in a room with several vampires, even if Lena is one of those vampires and she trusts her now. “I’m staying. I’m not leaving her side.”

“Same goes for me. We’re in this together. I’m not leaving.”

“You could get hurt, especially where starving vampires are involved. Like me, they buy blood bags but you saw what happened to me when I was starving, that could very easily happen to them, even if they don’t want that to happen.”

Jess nods. “Alright, so we’ll stay in the safe room off the lab, we’ll be close and you know we’ll be safe.”

Lena blinks. “Oh, that’s not too bad of an idea.”

“I know, I am capable of some intellectual thoughts every now and again.” Jess smiles. “The question now is about how we get to the lab now when it’s light out.”

“That’s simple, I’ll simply get Frank to come here and then I’ll just have to make a break for it and run as fast as I can to the car. It’s not the most dignified method of getting from point A to point B but it will have to do.”

Jess frowns and frowns hard. “That’ll hurt you.”

“Like a bitch.” Lena agrees. “Not as much as it will hurt Kara if we prioritise the wrong things and don’t get her the help she needs. Within a few minutes of being out of the sun, I’ll be right as rain. Even better if I can cover a good portion of my skin on the way out.”

Alex doesn’t know how to nicely portray that while she doesn’t want Lena to be in pain, she’d happily throw her out into the middle of the street on a sunny day if it means that Kara gets help so she keeps her mouth shut, letting Lena and Jess make the plan and standing there witnessing it going down.

Jess manages to convince Lena to cover up really well before running outside, that’s all Alex is taking in, her focus on her sister, whose chest is still rising and falling in a steady rhythm, a good sign if there ever was one.

Lena and Jess don’t push her to talk or even acknowledge the fact that she’s not looking anywhere other than her sister. After a while, she decides to move back to the living room and steadies herself into one of the chairs beside the couch, settling down to sit there for however long she needs to be there.

She doesn’t move when Lena and Jess start planning out the tests they need to do and she doesn’t move through two offered cups of coffee, both of which she declines so she can avoid as many bathroom breaks as she possibly can.

“Hey.” Lena walks around the back of her chair and leans close to her ear to mumble. “Frank is going to come by in a couple of hours. We don’t need to go just yet, we’d just be moving Kara to somewhere more uncomfortable when we don’t need to if we go sooner than that. Why don’t you go and get a drink and something to eat and I’ll sit with her in the meantime?”

“I’m good for a while longer,” Alex murmurs back to her.

“I’ll take a drink.” Kara’s sleepy voice cuts through the room, silencing all of them as they lean in closer to her groggy form.

Alex is out of the chair on her knees at Kara’s side in two seconds flat and gently stroking her cheek. “Kara, open your eyes for me.”

They all see the struggle that overtakes Kara as she tries her best but she does manage it, her eyes sensitive to the light until she blinks away the discomfort.

“Good job, now, what do you want to drink? Tea? Coffee? Water?” Alex offers despite not knowing what Lena actually has in her apartment, she’ll head to any store Kara wants as long as it means she’s being cared for. Her sister is the most important person in her life and she’ll do anything for her, even if she does enjoy lightly bullying her from time to time, certainly not when she’s in bad shape though, only when she’s having a good day that Alex can ruin because it’s against sibling code to let her sister have a good day if she can help it.

“Throat hurts.” Kara whimpers in lieu of deciding.

“I have some honey tea that might help with that.” Lena offers but she knows it won’t help. Her own throat gets dry and scratchy when she hasn’t had blood in a while. She’s not sure exactly how it works but she knows that with each new bit of information she’s learning about Kara, it looks like they are going to have to adapt her diet and not for the better.

Alex answers for Kara. “That sounds good, get her that.”

Lena is halfway to the kitchen when another sound brings them all to silence, this one being Kara’s stomach rumbling.

“Get her something to eat too,” Alex demands.

“I don’t want—” Kara goes to argue.

“You’re sick and you’re weak. I’ll force-feed you if I have to so it’s better if you just eat whatever we put in front of you and say thank you like the well-mannered woman mom raised you to be.”

“She clearly didn’t raise you to be well-mannered, meanie.” Kara croaks, forcing her tired limbs to help her sit up, something Alex realizes she’s got to help with after just a moment.

Alex shuffles her into place, stacking cushions around her to keep her upright. “Shut up, you. Let’s just focus on getting you better.”

Kara doesn’t fight her. She’s still exhausted, her body longing for rest she knows she doesn’t need since she’s been asleep for so long already and she’s desperately thirsty. Just waiting for Lena feels like waiting a lifetime.

Alex has a tight grip on her hand, one bordering on painful as her fingernails dig into her skin without her realizing and Kara’s not pointing it out because it’s the perfect distraction for her, exactly what she needs to take her mind off of the several horrible feelings circling around her body at the minute, very few of them easily identifiable because her body is a mixture of achy and numb.

Lena finishes the tea first whilst leaving Jess in the kitchen working on getting her something to eat, some tinned soup and some sandwiches from the looks of things.

“Here, it’s hot so take it slow. I brought you more water too in the meantime.”

“Thanks.” Kara forces out, happily taking the water, her hand shaking as she does so, making it a hard task getting the glass to her mouth. Taking notice of that fact, Lena gently covers Kara’s hand and helps to guide it to her mouth.

Kara’s cheeks flush, not liking how weak she is and terrified too because it was just yesterday she was being passive-aggressive towards Frank and having no issues packing her things up and now she’s lying on the couch barely able to so much as take a drink without help.

Jess speed-walks over with the tray of food, her steps hurried but her hands steady as she makes a conscious effort not to spill anything anywhere. “Here we go, try to eat something, Kara. It’s not pizza but it should make you feel a little bit better.”

Kara forces her lips up into a smile, appreciating the call back to when she was being annoying and purposefully asked for pizza after she donated her blood to Lena. “Thanks, Jess.”

“You’re welcome.” Jess places the tray on Kara’s lap, Alex helping to keep it steady when it lands, and then tucks a strand of Kara’s hair back behind her ear. “I’ll go find you a hair tie so you don’t get soup in your hair.”

“In the bathroom, I have some in a dish beside the mirror, they are easy to spot.” Lena directs her, not bothering with any further instructions because Jess has been here so many times picking things up for her that she knows the layout well, maybe even better than Lena herself.

Alex and Lena aren’t letting Kara take a moment before they are practically throwing the sandwiches at her, Alex literally lifting one of them up to her lips for her before Kara snatches it out of her hand and she takes a small bite to placate them. She chews slowly and swallows harshly, struggling to get it down her sore throat but once she does, she’s suddenly all too aware of how hungry she was and instantly takes another bite, one that’s much bigger this time.

She talks around her half-chewed bite. “Are you two just going to stare at me while I’m eating?”

“Probably.” Alex deadpans and then recoils when Kara opens her mouth and lets her take a good look at the mush in her mouth, a truly revolting sight. “You’re gross.”

Kara nods, agreeing and shoves more of the sandwich into her mouth, before dropping the rest of it onto the plate so she can go for the soup next.

There’s mild amusement and a whole bunch of relief in Alex’s eyes at the sight of Kara digging into the food so ravenously and it soothes her nerves enough that she moves from where she was kneeling to head for a chair, Lena doing the same with the other chair.

Jess marches back in, hair tie perched between a finger and thumb triumphantly. “I got one…oh, you’re really going at that.” She looks slightly horrified at the speed at which Kara is consuming the food. “Do I need to make more sandwiches?”

“Yes please.” It comes out muffled but Jess definitely gets the message and heads for the kitchen, handing Kara the hair tie before she goes, which Kara just slips onto her wrist and promptly ignores the existence of.

Somehow, they have all been sitting around for going on a half hour and Kara hasn’t slowed her intake of food at all. It’s worrying in a totally different way than before.

“Kara, are you full yet?” Alex asks, tired of seeing Kara stuffing her face with the third set of sandwiches Jess has made her.

Kara shakes her head. “No, I’m starving.”

Lena presses her lips together nervously. “How’s your throat? Any better?”

“A little.” Kara shrugs. “I’m not as tired now though.”

“That’s good. Do you think you’ll be able to walk down to the car?”

“Yeah, probably. It helps there’s an elevator, I probably couldn’t manage the stairs right now, my legs feel a little bit like jelly but I’m feeling much better for having something to eat.”

“Interesting.” Lena tilts her head, watching Kara even more closely.

Kara’s eyebrows scrunch. “What’s interesting?”

“You. Your human appetite and your vampire appetite are linked somewhat, I can tell. You’re managing to quench your vampire thirst for blood by eating so much food but not to the extent of fully regaining your strength. That’s on top of how long it has taken you to actually have an appetite for blood. It’s taken you a while to get to this point but it came on fast, your body doesn’t give you the same warnings it does to full vampires.”

“So this is a weird hybrid thing?”

Lena finds herself nodding slowly. “It looks like it. I obviously can’t confirm anything just yet, not until we’ve got you in for some tests but it’s looking like it’s something we can probably figure out a way to get a handle on your body’s reactions and how to prevent situations like this in the future.”

“Do you think I’ll need to drink blood?”

Lena hesitates. Drinking blood isn’t something she wants Kara to have to do but it’s looking like there aren’t going to be any other options. “I think so but we’ll see what happens with the test results.”

“Right.” Kara eats her feelings away with another bite of her food, continuing to shovel it into her mouth and chewing away, her stomach feeling dreadfully empty even though she knows she’s eating a lot.

The three women looking after her take it in turns grabbing her more food every now and again, all of them completely astonished by the vast amount she’s managing to put away and only refuse when they know they have to start getting ready to leave for L-Corp.

Lena is escorted to her bedroom by Jess, who rifles through her closet to try and find her some clothes that will cover up as much of her skin as possible to try and reduce the pain she’s going to be in making a run for the car.

Jess hands her several layers of clothes and Lena just takes them with an eye roll. She knows she’s not wearing all of these, there are way too many and she’ll only be out there for a few seconds so she’ll probably be fine. Most likely. It’s a high possibility. Like fifty-fifty chance. Alright, she’ll wear the clothes.

“Thank you for the help, Jess.”

“Not at all. I’m going to make sure you’re in the best condition possible by the time we get you across town. Shall I check with Frank and see where he is?”

“Yes please, I’ll start getting changed into every item of clothes in my closet, I guess.”

“Please do.”

Alex is working on getting Kara ready in the meantime, helping her into her room and then sitting her on the bed so she can slowly manoeuvre herself into fresh sweatpants, her back turned but staying in the room in case Kara manages to get herself into a pickle. “You good?”

“I’m good. Almost done. Can you take me to brush my teeth after?”

Alex answers. “Yeah, I’ll grab you a stool from the kitchen so you can sit while you brush them.”

Kara expects her to just go and get it but she doesn’t move and it becomes obvious that Alex is waiting for her to finish first so she’s not left in a dangerous situation, if getting dressed counts as a dangerous situation, that is.

“Done.”

Alex turns, checking on her and then nodding when she’s certain Kara hasn’t managed to choke herself out with her pants or something. She takes a couple of strides towards her before planting her palm in the middle of Kara’s chest, shoving her until she falls back on the bed in more of a lying position, her legs dangling off the edge.

“Oof.”

“Stay there and relax, I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Relax? You just assaulted me.”

“Dramatic.” Alex tuts, striding away.

Lena holds Kara up on one side and Alex on the other, each with their arms wrapped around her waist so that when they walk through the lobby, they just look like they are walking together rather than holding up a woman that walked through there perfectly fine just the day before.

Jess leads the way, checking that Frank is just outside the building as he informed them he would be. The car is waiting for them. Jess has them wait at the door and rushes to get the car door open so Lena can just dive right in.

She heads back over to them and swaps places with Lena, taking Kara’s side and the three of them make their way to the car, Kara being tossed inside with as much care as they can manage given the awkward stoop they have to do to get inside.

Once they are inside, Lena takes a deep breath and goes for it, her strides long and her stubbornness active in full force as she practically leaps into the car, her skin burning from each millisecond she spent in the sun.

She lands on the floor, her hands coming up to touch the burning skin of her face as she cries out. “Fuck!”

“Lena?” Kara goes to lean forward in her seat but can’t because of the seatbelt strapped across her and Alex’s arm holding her back.

Lena writhes for a moment more, her eyes pressed tightly shut and every muscle in her body held tight, the tension making her ache just as much as she’s burning. She keeps her face aimed towards the ground because she can’t bear to see the worried faces she can tell are surrounding her.

It takes several minutes for her to get her breath back. She was only in the sun for a few seconds but it was much longer than she’s spent out there in years. The two seconds she was out there whilst making Kara test her powers before was enough to rattle her so the ten seconds of running to the car were a lot more than she would usually ever allow herself to try and handle.

It seems worse because she knows she’s got to do the same thing again to get out of the car but it won’t be as bad because Frank will pull up right beside the side door of L-Corp and she’ll get inside much faster and have the chance to recover where she’s not in the field of vision of people counting on her.

By the time she’s composed herself, they are over halfway there and at that point, she heaves herself up into one of the spare seats, puts on her seatbelt and stares out of the window so she doesn’t have to look anyone in the eyes.

She might have been the one to offer to do what she did but that doesn’t mean she fully thought through the consequences of her actions. She knew it would hurt but she forgot that she wouldn’t have anywhere to hide when she was handling the pain, that she has to be on show for them to see her in a rare vulnerable moment.

She can feel the eyes of all of the other women on the side of her head but she’s determined not to look, not to see their faces now they have seen how weak she is when she’s exposed to sunlight, her greatest enemy, one she can’t fight.

Lena feels their stares all the way to L-Corp and she knows they see her for her weakness now because the moment the car pulls up, Alex tugs off her coat and holds it in her hands. “I’m going to run with you and try to block some of the light.”

All she manages is a nod. They think she’s weak, she’ll just look weaker if she fights and lets herself be reduced back to the state she was just in, it’s better to let Alex try and shield her. “Ok, get Kara inside first though.”

“Will do.”

Alex and Jess take an arm each, leading Kara just inside the door. Lena surveys Kara’s footsteps, making a mental note that she’s doing a thousand times better than when she had to pretty much drag her across the floor before because she was so weak. It does make her feel a little better in a selfish kind of way that Kara is weaker than her, that she’s worse off in this situation, because it means she’s not the weakest link in the bunch, she’s not the one everyone will pity, Kara has taken that role off her hands, shielding her from the full effects of being someone with a major flaw.

Alex comes back for her just seconds after Lena sees them disappear inside the door, her hands fidgeting with her coat to find the best way to hold it up for her. “Ok, Ms Luthor. Ready to make a break for it?”

“Yep.” Lena clambers to the door and on her way out, rests her palm against Alex’s spine, pushing her forward so they stay together on their sprint. There’s less pain this time because of the cover but there are still several places on her body that are screaming in agony but this time, Lena has the chance to dart around the corner and take the time to breathe without anyone watching her.

Jess and Alex don’t wait for her, they can see Kara once again losing her energy, she’s relying on them a little more with each step she takes and her breathing is getting heavier with the effort she’s putting into walking so they just head right for the lab. Lena can catch up soon enough anyway.

They put her on the bed down there, the one that might as well be reserved for her at this point. “Just relax, Kara,” Jess instructs and immediately starts getting the equipment they need ready, Alex helping where she can too.

Lena joins them not long after and she does so with her façade firmly in place, the one that screams power, so much so that if they didn’t know better, they would assume that she wasn’t just rolling around in pain on the floor of a car.

“Alright, we only have so much time so let’s get what tests we need done ready now and then I can get started right away when our guests of honour arrive.”

Alex looks up from what she’s doing. “Who are these people anyway?”

“Old friends.”

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Author: @helladirections Pairing: Harry x YN Word Count: 2k Contains: Smut

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Summary: Harry and YN’s cabins go for the campout in tents, but they’re much more concerned with keeping each other warm than supervising campers. This is relatively unedited. I originally wrote this in one of the drafts of this fic but decided to take it out. It was supposed to take place after they got together but before the final smut scene.

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He kissed her then, gently and carefully, much like he had the very first time their lips touched. She sighed into it, bringing her hands up and around his body to feel his warmth close to her. “We should get into the tent,” Harry mumbled against her lips. Y/N whined. “Not done with you yet, though.” “Never said I was done with you either. But can’t do what I wanna do out here, now can I?”

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But trouble came for them in the form of the campout.

It started out like normal - they hiked to site with the campers, taking up the back of the pack to make sure no one got left behind. Y/N remembered her water bottle this time and Harry had filled it for her, but he still had to remind her to stop walking and take a drink every now and then. They were far enough back from the campers and the campout staff that they could have their own conversation without really bothering anybody. And their conversation was completely tame too - mostly talking about TV shows that they really missed watching but had almost no access to because they were at camp.

The campers didn’t complain too much on the hike, and they participated in the team building activities when they got to the site. The biggest complainer before dinner actually wasn’t a camper, but was Harry.

“‘M so hungry,” he whined.

Y/N looked around for a moment before standing on her toes to whisper in his ear. “Could just eat me.”

After dinner they sang around the campfire as the sun started to go down and the staff made smores for all the kids (who weren’t allowed that close to the fire, no matter how much they complained). Harry even brought out his guitar and led some songs as they snacked.

Most of the kids even went to bed without too much of a struggle. They were in gender separated tents on opposite ends of the campsite, and even though Y/N’s campers had been giggling for weeks about how they would get to see the cute boys around bed time, none of them really seemed to try anything.

Y/N, Harry, Sarah, and Niall stayed up a little longer. Still sitting around the campfire, Harry finally felt it was safe enough to put his arm around Y/N. She melted into his side like she always did, resting her head on his shoulder. When she shivered (even though she was wearing a coat), he rubbed his hand up and down her arm to try and warm her up. The conversation was casual and easy, and Y/N was really genuinely enjoying herself.

There were two staff tents, and no official rules on who was supposed to sleep where. So it made sense that when Sarah and Niall wanted to go to bed early, they would set themselves up in the same tent. They took the one closest to the campers since they were mostly already sleeping.

And then it was just Y/N and Harry.

Sitting around the fire with him was nice. They looked up at the stars together and talked about the universe. Its size is infinite, there’s billions of people in this world, and somehow they had found each other as children. The odds of that happening were so low, and yet that’s exactly what happened. Y/N felt like the luckiest person on the planet.

“So glad you’re in my universe,” Harry whispered to her like a secret.

Y/N couldn't help but smile, a soft blush spreading across her face that luckily he couldn’t see because of the campfire in front of them.

“Me too.”

He kissed her then, gently and carefully, much like he had the very first time their lips touched. She sighed into it, bringing her hands up and around his body to feel his warmth close to her.

“We should get into the tent,” Harry mumbled against her lips.

Y/N whined. “Not done with you yet, though.”

“Never said I was done with you either. But can’t do what I wanna do out here, now can I?”

Giggling, she followed his lead into the last tent, furthest from all the campers and other staff. It wasn’t big, but big enough for two people and their small backpacks. The camp provided sleeping bags were already set up for them on the cold, hard ground.

Immediately she took off her sweatshirt, rolling it up and placing it near the top of her sleeping bag to use as a pillow. Harry followed suit and they began getting ready for bed, changing into the pajamas they had brought with them. Y/N’s pants and shirt were thin, which was great for hot nights in a cabin that had no air circulation but was really inconvenient for a night in a cold tent.

“Love that shirt on you,” Harry admitted.

Y/N completely ignored his comment. “Come close to me, I’m cold.” She grabbed Harry by his shoulder, noticing then that he wasn’t wearing a shirt. “Put on a shirt, H. You’re gonna get so cold... Geez, when did I start taking care of you.”

“Not planning on putting more clothes on right now, sweetheart,” he teased with a smile.

Even though she was shivering, a heat ran across the apples of her cheeks. And she knew this time that Harry could see it in the light of the lantern they had left on.

“Don’t be embarrassed baby,” he said softly, lifting his hand to rest on her cheek and keep her gaze focused on him. “Gonna make you feel good, I promise.”

She nodded her head. “But it’s so cold. Can we... Can we at least get under the sleeping bags?”

Harry laughed then, giving in to her request. While she waited on the side of the tent, he carefully unzipped both sleeping bags all the way, spreading them out so one had the inside facing up and one had the inside facing down. He lifted up the top one and she happily crawled in. He followed her, turning on his side and wrapping his body around hers, fully encasing her with his arms.

“Warm enough now?” he whispered.

“Mhmm...”

“Good. Because you might be dealing with some cold air when I...”

His sentence drifted off as he lowered the hand that had been resting on her stomach. It traveled slowly, finding the top of her sleep pants. He dragged one finger back and forth across the seam until she was wiggling, just dying for him to do something. Teasingly, he dipped his finger tips inside to find she wasn’t wearing any panties, only to remove them just as quickly.

But when they were interrupted by the sound of a camper laughing about something in the distance, they knew they were in some trouble.

“Gotta be quiet for me, ok? Can you do that?”

“Yes,” she answered through a heavy breath.

“Good girl, keep being good for me,” he encouraged.

His hand dipped back down underneath the waistband of her pants, and he used his leverage on her body to roll her onto her back. With one hand at work, the other arm was supporting his body against the bumpy ground beneath them. From that angle she felt so seen, even though it was dark out. There was no hiding from his prying eyes, not that she felt like she had to anymore anyway.

His fingers got to work, much in the same way they had been working the past several days. He knew what she liked most at this point, and he used that to his advantage. He knew the speed to rub her clit and how to reach her g-spot. He knew when to take a little break and when to go faster. And he knew just how to take her to the edge and then bring her back down again.

“Open your eyes for me, love” he whispered.

She followed his request and found him staring right back at her. His usually bright green eyes, reminiscent of a bottle of rosemary, were blown out by his pupils and relegated to a small sliver.

“Y’got stars in your eyes,” he told her.

Y/N wasn’t sure what that meant, but it felt sweet.

“You know, I don’t think I ever need to go stargazing with you again,” he said, not stopping his ministrations down below.

“You... you... what? Why n-not?” she stammered out between soft pants.

“Can just look into your eyes instead,” he said with a shrug, like it was the simplest thing in the world.

And Y/N wanted to tease him for that answer, she really did. She wanted to shove him away and make fun of him for how much of a sap he was being. Rub his flimsy metaphor in his face and laugh it off. But she couldn’t. Not when he was hard at work making her feel so good and she could barely get any real words out.

At one point she actually tried to say something, opened her mouth and everything. But she quickly realized that if she said anything at all she was going to scream it and they couldn’t have campers and staff waking up to those kinds of noises, so she closed her mouth again instead.

“Feels good?” he asked.

She nodded her head.

“Too good to speak?”

Another nod.

“Good. Means I’m doing my job right... you feel like letting out some noise?”

“Yes,” she whispered, desperately.

“Well you better muffle yourself with that pillow then because I’m not stopping any time soon,” he reminded her.

And it wasn’t fair, not really. Not when his voice was deep with arousal and his face was so close to hers and his words came out in a way that made her feel like mashed potatoes. Not when she knew he loved to hear her noises because it meant he was doing a good job. Not when he was deliberately teasing her with his fingers, somehow managing to give her too much and not enough at the exact same time. None of it was fair at all.

So to level the playing field, Y/N reached over to Harry’s bare stomach. His muscles were tense and hard and his skin was warm. She let her fingers lightly trail over his butterfly tattoo, tracing the delicate outline. His hand never stopped working, but she heard his breath catch in his throat.

When she pushed his shorts beneath his hips, she found his cock hard and aching. He hissed at the first touch. She grasped the base first appreciating his girth. And although she had seen his dick several times over the last few days, they were always in a rush so she never really got to appreciate it. She knew it was big, and pretty, but touching it under the sleeping bag where she couldn’t see it gave her a whole new appreciation.

Using only her hand, Y/N stroked him up and down, giving attention to his tip and playing with his balls. She let her palm dance over the head as he started leaking precum, and heard his gasps as she continued to play with him. His jaw was clenched and he was practically growling in her ear, his forearm so tense the veins were popping out as he thrust his fingers inside of her.

“Babe,” he said through gritted teeth. “I’m...fuck I’m gonna cum.”

“Not yet... me first then... fuck... then I’ll swallow so we don’t a m-mess.”

Harry groaned in response before adjusting his hand so the heel of his palm rubbed on her clit as his fingers worked inside of her. She could feel herself clenching around him, the knot in her stomach getting tighter, her eyes squeezing closed. He was good at what he was doing - really good.

Her grip on him loosened before she warned him, “I’m close... Harry...”

“Come on baby, let go. You’re doing such a good job... almost there...” he encouraged her.

He had been whispering in her ear, but when he stopped and bit down on her earlobe, that’s when she lost it. Her entire body went stiff as her muscles clenched, there was white behind her eyes, and her mouth flew open though she was able to keep any sound from coming out. She could hardly even breath.

His movements worked her through her high until she was too sensitive and started wiggling her hips away from him.

“Was so good Harry.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah... now let’s take care of you.”

She sat up on her knees, the unzipped sleeping bag still around her shoulders like a cape to keep her warm. Finding her place between his legs, Y/N leaned down and took him into her mouth. She used her tongue to circle around the head, swiping over the slit just to feel his thighs tighten beneath her grasp. She took him as deep as she could, his tip hitting the back of her throat making Harry groan in response.

She could tell he was close. Bobbing her head up and down, she used one hand to stroke the part of his cock she couldn’t reach with her mouth and the other to play with his balls. He started making little noises above her, clearly trying to keep himself quiet but struggling.

He gave her a short warning before he finished, but she wasn’t prepared for how much cum there would be. It shot down the back of her throat in ropes as she continued to milk him for all he was worth.

When he was done and the last little dribbles had landed on her tongue, she took a second to appreciate the taste in her mouth. And maybe all the other guys she had been with ate really badly or maybe her brain was playing tricks on her because she liked Harry so much, but she could swear that it actually tasted good for once.

When she told him as much, his smile reappeared on his exhausted face.

“Good, glad you like it. You’ll be getting a lot more of it, if I have anything to say about it.”

She giggled at that before adjusting the open sleeping bag like a blanket over herself and resting her head on Harry’s chest. Her hand rested on his stomach, and his lay on her shoulder and in her hair, keeping her close. They were in old sleeping bags, in a tattered tent, on cold hard ground, but Y/N could swear she never slept so well in her life.

MASTERLIST | PATREON | UNDER SUMMER SKIES | USS TAG | WRITING TAG

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takiberry · 6 months

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If there is one thing I'm legally skilled at, it's feeding delusions, and I got more where that came from. Enjoy getting your Yuma and Nicholas delusions on tonight.

Starting with Yuma, I said nonsexual dominance, he definitely has a thing for sexual dominance as well, but we're discussing nonsexual right now. He isn't going to be the type that needs to control each and every aspect of your life, he isn't going to the extent of telling you what to eat and what not to eat, but he's going to tell you to eat, would even feed you to make sure you eat, makes sure you never skip meals and you never feel hungry throughout the day, would immediately order in or start cooking if you say you are hungry or want something. The type to order for you when you are in a cafe or restaurant, and never lets you pay for anything, actually the type to remove your wallet from your purse before you go anywhere with him, so you have no choice but to let him take care of you. Will notice things around the house and replace them without needing to be told, like he notices you are almost out of eggs so he'd buy more, or he notices you are almost out of your favorite snack so he would buy you more. He would most enjoy the idea of you allowing him to do things like pick your clothing, do your hair, help you with your makeup, things like that. He's the type to brush your hair for you and put it up in a style he thinks is cute or that he thinks would look good. Fixes your hair if any of it is messed up or out of place. He would pick your clothing for you, often times picking something that will match or looks similar to what he himself is wearing. Would kneel down to help you tie your shoelaces, to do the clasp on your heels, and also to take your shoes off when you get back home. Puts your jewelry on for you and makes sure to kiss each spot the jewelry goes, like kissing along your neck before fastening your necklace, kissing your wrist before slipping a bracelet on, and kissing each finger a ring goes on. He would watch as you do your makeup, and would do something like taking your lipstick and putting it on for you. He would make sure your hands never touch a door when he's around, since his little one should never have to worry about things like that. Always has a hand on your back to lead you where to go, not one for extreme pda, but his hand would always be around your waist in some way. Always has to be touching you when he's sitting by you, it could just be his hand resting on your thigh, holding your hand, or playing with your hair, but he always has to be touching you; preferable you sitting in his lap though, he likes that more than anything. Wants to know where you are and if you are safe any time you are away from him, even if you were just running to the grocery store, expect text every 5 minutes to make sure you are okay. Helps you do all sorts of little things so your don't have to use your own energy. Like refill your cup, nope he's already on it. Buckle your own seat belt, nope he's already doing it. Daily reminder text, reminding you to do little things like drink some water, take a breath don't overwork yourself, remember to brush your teeth. Won't tolerate any sort of attitude you try to give him, would simply sternly tell you no, and you know you have no chance at whatever it was you wanted. If you are mad at him, he's the type to force you to make eye contact with him when he's talking, holding your chin with one hand and forcing you to look at him. Always makes sure to praise you, wants to always let you know how good you are for him, how good you treat him, and how much he loves you.

Nicholas would love to give his s/o prince/ss treatment, especially if they are shorter than him, which him being 183cm tall, being shorter than him is easy. Would call you his little prince/ss and make sure always keep an eye on you and take care of you. The type to always need to be touching you when out in public, would put his hand in your back pocket to help you stay by his side, and if the area was crowded, he would just wrap his arms around your waist and make you walk in front of him. The type of carry you over puddles or muddy places, doesn't want you to possibly fall or trip or get your shoes messed up. If your shoes start to hurt your feet, he would just carry you wherever you were headed without a second thought, like make you continue walking despite your feet hurting, never. Not the one to pick your hair or outfit, but would definitely check your outfit to make sure you are wearing something appropriate; the type to make you put on a cardigan since he knows you are going to be inside all night with your friends, but it'll be cold when you leave, and he doesn't want you to get a cold. Buys you clothing he wants to see you wearing, to the point your closet becomes only items he bought and his sweaters. The type to make you wear one of his sweaters if you are hanging out with friends, just so if any guys see you, they'll realize you're taken since you are in his hoodie. Puts things you need on high shelves so you have to ask him for help, charges for his help as well, each item is exactly one kiss, but you know that kiss will quickly turn into a makeout session, and now you have to ask him again since he never got the item you wanted down to start with. The type to remember little things you like, buys you that necklace he saw you eyeing the other day at the mall, buys you that album from your favorite group, always puts your favorite songs on a playlist to play when he's driving you somewhere. Does not let you drive anywhere, you are his passenger prince/ss and he will not have it any other way; the type to carry you out of the car and into the house, when you fall asleep on the way home. Plays games you like or want to learn with you, always lets you win the first time, but will absolutely destroy you the times after and tease you about it. The type to set you on the counter so you watch as he attempts to cook, usually you telling him what to do and him attempting to do it for you. Would know your favorite flower and makes sure to surprise you with a bouquet of them once a week, but always says you're his favorite flower of all. Will buy you anything and everything you like, you can't look at something while shopping without him asking which color you like it in, he would know your sizes in everything, so he could just grab it and buy it while you are telling him you don't need a fourth leather purse. Teases you about your height constantly, does things like rest his chin on the top of your head, rest his arm on your head, and definitely would kiss the top of your head. Despite how much he would tease you for your height, he would also always make sure to compliment you for something, whether it be how beautiful he thinks you are, how amazing he thinks you are, or just reminding you how much he loves you.

ANON WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME NOW IM IN YUMA AND NICHO BRAINROT :((

(if u dont open a blog rn.)

#renè’s talking teddy 🧸#renè is taki’s bby🐰#renè’s 🍓 anons!#nakakita yuma x reader #nicholas x reader

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bowdre · 6 months

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Dear, Don. My beloved

February 7th, 1942.

Dear, Don. My beloved.

You haven't been gone for very long, but it already feels like a lifetime. The baby moves a lot, I think it misses it's daddy more than I do. I'll be sure to write you as soon as I give birth.

How are you? Are they treating you okay? You've always been a strong man, I have not a doubt you'll be okay. Please, try not to think about the accident too much. About your brother, God rest his soul. He would want you to carry on, he was never a vengeful person.

I miss you terribly. The house is so lonely. My dad and brother came by to finish painting the nursery and building the crib. Alex tried to enlist in the Army after you went away, but because of his eyesight he wasn't approved. I have a feeling he envies you, because you get to fight for America. But he's only 19, so naive still.

I'm sure you're very busy, I won't eat up any more of your time.

I love you so very much, Don. Be safe out there, wherever you are.

Your beloved, Susannah.

February 20th, 1942.

Dear, Susannah. My beautiful wife.

No words can express how much I miss you and our baby. Not a day goes by that I don't think of you, and the mistakes I made.

I haven't touched a drop of alcohol since the accident.

My crewmates are named Boyd, Gary, Gordo and Red. We call Boyd Bible, since he was in divinity college before he was drafted. Gary is called Grady and Red prefers his nickname over his real name.

We are being shipped to Africa. My crew fights in a tank, I'm the sergeant. We call the tank Fury. The guys found your picture when I accidently left it in the tank. They say you are quite beautiful.

I love you more than anything, my darling, Susannah. Take care of yourself and our baby.

Your beloved, Don.

March 10th, 1942.

Dear, Don. My beloved.

I gave birth today, to a healthy and happy baby girl. Her name is Anastasia Grace Collier. She weights 6 pounds and 2 ounces. My parents are here, my mother will stay with me for a few weeks to help with Ana. Your parents haven't visited or called.

I hope I can go home soon. It hurts to walk. I wish you were here.

How are you? How's Africa? I bet it's hotter than the sun. Try and make sure you boys are eating and drinking water, though I can't imagine it's easy.

I try not to imagine the conditions you're in. My sweet husband, you don't deserve this. Come home to me, I beg you. Baby Ana deserves to meet her father.

Much love to you and your crew.

Your beloved, Susannah.

May 5th, 1942

Dear, Susannah. My beautiful wife.

Anastasia Grace, my beautiful daughter is very lucky to have such a wonderful mother. I wish I could hold you both right now.

There's word we'll be leaving Africa soon, but no one truly knows. It's hot here, disgustingly hot. I can't seem to find the words to tell you much else than that.

Bible says he'll pray for you and our baby girl. He also says he prays for our crew to all go home. He means well, but ever since the accident I find it hard to believe in faith. Though, I hope you continue going to Sunday Church. I do miss the church, it always reminds me of our wedding day.

How long are these dear babe letters supposed to be?

I miss you.

Your beloved, Don.

April 10th, 1942.

Dear, Don. My beloved.

Ana is growing like a weed, and she smiles a lot. She cries all night, I'm not quite sure what to do with her during those hours. I fear she'll get sick, my momma says it'll happen eventually.

My dad was in the hospital, I think it had something to do with his lungs. Those damned factories, he ought to retire.

I don't have much free time, my love. Ana is a full time job. I hope you're doing well, I miss you more than anything.

Your beloved, Susannah.

May 30th, 1942.

Dear, Susannah. My beautiful wife.

We're in France now. We spend a lot of time in little towns.

How's your father? I hope he's well. Grady caught a bad bug on the boat and shit himself practically every night. It was quite funny.

How's our little Ana? I bet she's growing to be as beautiful as her mother.

There's a lot of work to be done here. I don't have much time.

I love you, my darling.

Your beloved, Don.

June 25th, 1942.

Dear, Don. My beloved.

Daddy died today. The funeral is next week. Ana babbles a lot, I think her first word will be dada.

Momma said I should get a job at the factories. She says I won't be able to live off daddy's inheritance forever, and with you being away, it's almost guaranteed we'll lose the house.

I'm always sad, Don. I hardly have enough will to feed and change Ana. What's wrong with me?

I hope you're well. Be safe.

Your beloved, Susannah.

August 6th, 1942.

Dear, Susannah. My beautiful wife.

We're still in France. I think we'll be here for a while. I miss you. Please take care of yourself, and our baby girl.

There's so much to do, I hardly have time to write.

I love you, my precious girl.

Your beloved, Don.

January 1st, 1943.

Dear, Don. My beloved.

Our first Christmas and New Years without you. Almost a year since you left us.

Momma sewed Anastasia a lot of different clothes. My favorite is a little pink dress that she's still a bit too small for.

It snowed a lot during the holidays. It was lonely without you and daddy. Alex spent Christmas in the hospital, he broke his leg on a ski trip. How was your Christmas?

I think I'll get a job at one of the factories, my mom said she'll take care of Ana during the day.

I love you so much, my handsome husband.

Your beloved, Susannah.

February 3rd, 1943

Dear, Susannah. My beautiful wife.

Christmas and New Years was lonely. Bible sang hymns and Gordo got drunk.

Why haven't you sent a picture of my beautiful daughter yet? I love her more than my own life and yet I don't know what she looks like.

This war is hell.

Your beloved, Don.

May 25th, 1943.

Dear, Don. My beloved.

Here's a photo of our beautiful baby. She's growing and changing everyday. She looks just like her daddy. She's already 14 months old, can you believe it?

I work a lot. I volunteered as a nurse at the hospital but it was just too much blood. Blood and screaming. I can't imagine what you have to endure, my love.

A new neighbor moved in. Madame Smith passed away nearly 6 months ago, and this new neighbor took over her house. A young man, not married. Mama thinks he's handsome. Mama practically lives with me and Ana now.

I love you, Don.

Your beloved, Susannah.

July 4th, 1943

Dear, Susannah. My beautiful wife.

Anastasia Grace is beautiful. I think about you two often. Bible prays for Ana a lot. Gordo and Grady say she's the cutest baby they've ever seen. Red says she reminds him of his own daughter, Mary. I've hung her picture up in the tank. She's my motivation. I think she's everybody's motivation, even though the boys have their own families. Ana is lucky to have such caring uncles. I hope we can all meet her soon.

Your beloved, Don.

January 1st, 1944

Dear, Don. My beloved.

I haven't received a letter from you for months. I fear that you've died.

Please, write to me.

Your beloved, Susannah.

March 10th, 1944

Dear, Susannah. My beautiful wife.

Happy second birthday to my darling daughter, Anastasia Grace.

Your beloved, Don.

June 3rd, 1944.

Dear, Don. My beloved.

It's my birthday today. Did you forget? I turn 26 today.

Your parents called. The first time since you've left us. They wished me a happy birthday and requested to meet Ana. I'm seeing them next weekend. They want to visit your brother's grave.

Our neighbor, Mark Blanch has invited me for dinner. I told him no. I think that made him quite angry.

Come home to your family, Don. You're missed very much.

Your beloved, Susannah.

October 24th, 1944.

Dear, Susannah. My beautiful wife.

We're in Germany now.

This war has ruined us.

Your beloved, Don.

December 25th, 1944.

Dear, Don. My beloved.

Merry Christmas. I miss you.

Ana asks lots of questions about her daddy. I don't know what to tell her, what's appropriate to tell her. Your father has told her that her daddy is away in a fantasy land, fighting bad guys. I wish he didn't tell her that.

I hate this war. Probably not as much as you do, but I hate it. I have a hard time getting out of bed most mornings.

Please, come home.

Your beloved, Susannah.

March 10th, 1945.

Happy 3rd birthday to my darling daughter, Ana.

The boys wanted to send her a gift. Gifts are hard to come by in Nazi Germany.

I love you both.

Your beloved, Don.

April 24th, 1945.

Dear, Susannah. My beautiful wife.

I'm going to die. I know it. Gordo, Grady and Bible are dead. Red died a long time ago. We got this new kid, Norman. He looks like my Norman. He reminds me of my little brother.

I want to die, Susannah. My time has come. I have done nothing right in life besides make you my wife. I killed my brother. I couldn't keep my crew alive. I never got to meet my own daughter. I deserve to die.

I have loved you since we children, Susannah. I have never loved anyone more than you. I miss you so much. I've missed you for the last 3 years. I thought about you 24/7. You were my light, my will to keep living.

I'm sorry I can't keep living. Keep living for me.

I love you, Susannah.

Your beloved, Don.

Susannah received Don's final letter in the mail nearly a month after it was written. She wrote dozens of letter back to him, never getting a reply. She tried her darndest to find any information she could about her husband, and his crew mates. Upon her failure, Susannah fell into a two year long depressive state.

Ana's grandmother raised her for these two years.

Susannah never forgot her beloved husband, Don Collier. When Anastasia was old enough, in 1957 when Ana was 15 to be exact, Susannah told her everything there was to know about her father. That he accidently killed his brother, that he went to war instead of prison, that he died at war.

Susannah remarried in 1960 at the age of 42. She married Mark Blanch, who was 50. Anastasia never called him dad.

Susannah never changed her name to Blanch.

She died in 2004 at the age of 86.

She was buried beside the gravestone marked for Don Collier in their home town in Oklahoma.

Her gravestone read;

Here lies Susannah Collier. 1918-2004. Beloved wife and mother.

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