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reveluving · 5 months

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Ok, so Soap and shy wife. We all know he's the definition of sunshine/happy puppy and has the energy of an entire class of kindengarden. Imagine when they first meet the couple and he's all loud and jolly, and wife quietly shakes their hand and says "Nice to meet you" and he INSTANTLY quiets, because he's proud of his Darling to meet his friends/family, also because they're all wondering how she puts up with him🤣❤

LOSING MY MIND AT "they're all wondering how she puts up with him" BECAUSE THAT IS BASICALLY THEIR DYNAMIC 🤧💗💗

Includes: tooth-rotting fluff!

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You just know this man does not shut up about you every time he meets up with his team for work.

And then, one day, he surprises them with a “she’d love y’all to come over one day.”

“Didn’t you say she’s a lil’ shy?” Kyle voiced out everyone’s thoughts, so to be offered not by the man himself but the meek lady in question was a little surprising, to say the least.

“She is, yeah, but she’s open t’meeting a few pals o’mine.” Johnny meant it to sound casual, but with his mates knowing him for a long time, it wasn’t hard to catch the hint of care in his voice.

And, well, it would be rude to decline a lady’s generous offer, now, would it?

Johnny’s hyped, no doubt, his friends—no, brothers, and his other half finally meeting in person. They didn’t even have to ask, just by the way he was tapping his fingers on the steering wheel or the way he hummed to the radio, likely a playlist the two of you shared.

And with the boys holding some sort of gift for you, just as a thank you for the invite, you greet them by the door as soon as your husband announces his and his friends’ arrival.

With Simon physically being the closest to you, you wiped your hands on your apron before holding your hand out. Simon nearly struggled with his strength, not expecting your lack of hesitation to greet him, out of all of them.

You introduced yourself, “It’s nice to finally meet you guys.”

Ah, such a sweet voice. So sweet that had Johnny not gone on and on about your shyness, they would’ve thought you were scared of them. But, you weren’t and the proud smile on Johnny’s face says it all.

Why wouldn’t he? With your warm smile and even willingness to shake Kyle and John’s hands as well. Albeit, you had a habit of looking down every once in a while, especially if they tried to show their respect, i.e. complimenting your cooking, the decor or you in general, it was hard not to find you endearing.

But God knows how you, of all people, manage to put up with his nonsense.

In the words of Johnny; “Opposites attract, after all.”

And seeing it now, to say Johnny was whipped…. Was putting it lightly.

It’s funny to see Johnny trying his best when it comes to lowering his gruff voice for you, even if you loved it just the way it is.

Though he has a lot of things to tell you, so much love to give you, you have his full attention the moment your lips part.

Each time you open your mouth, he closes his. As if fearing that one word from him would mean talking over you entirely, and he couldn’t bear the thought of that. The hearts in his eyes were tough to miss. He’s expressive, too, hanging on your every word like you were giving him a task when it was just you talking about how you learnt to make the lasagna you served for dinner.

‘SHUT UP, MY BABY HAS SOMETHING TO SAY’ type of beat, but it’s the man who’s saying it that has the loudest voice (and the gentlest heart).

But they’d be lying if they said they didn’t enjoy listening to the stories of how you met and how emo Johnny gets when the dates or outings don’t go his way, even though it all went well in the end.

Why wouldn’t they enjoy seeing his soul leave his body when you mentioned his baby pictures that his mother not only showed you but gave some to you as well?

“Johnny, c’mon, now, she’s a part of the family! She’ll need some photos o’you for when you move in together soon.” Says his mother, gifting you probably a stack of them, as if unfazed by the sight of you and Johnny covering your faces, the temperature of your body heat rising that even you feared you might pass out right then and there. He couldn’t even find the energy to stop his sisters from teasing him.

But besides allowing you to embarrass him a little, even if it wasn’t your intention, your home is another.

A small unit, located on the second floor. The candlelight colour, the cute indoor plants in each room, and the seats.

Oh, the seats.

John nearly passed out just moments after he sat on it.

Just by the way you maximized the apartment space, it’s no wonder Johnny always looked forward to returning home. Not necessarily the apartment, but to you.

Dare they say, the visit felt like a ‘cultural reset’ (is that what the kids are saying these days?). Largely because one; they were able to finally confirm that Mrs MacTavish is a real person and two; one cannot simply ignore the dynamic you and Johnny have. It may be eye-roll-worthy to some, but Johnny learns it isn’t something worth fighting about. So long he has you, those people can yap and nag about it all they want.

Bonus: John’s definitely the type of person to tell Laswell about it like it was some kind of a mission—like it was almost unbelievable to see you, well, you!

“M’tellin’ ya, Laswell. As soon as his wife had something t’say, he shuts up faster than when I tell him to.” He chuckled before taking a sip of his drink.

“Sounds like a keeper to me.”

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xmusyne · 1 year

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Le rêve du Berger, Füssli, huile sur toile, 1793.

#peinture #Détails #fussli #reverie #fantastique #dream #reve #etrange

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myhairpintrigger · 1 year

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Helloooooo hope ur having a nice day

Is it ok if u do a darkling x reader where they get walked in on during a very intimate moment 👀 😏 . Like maybe Alina thinks she has a chance and keeps trying to one up the reader not knowing aleks is in an established relationship and finds out the hard way …..

i hope ur ok with this

thank youuuuu

I luv u anon <3 I hope YOU are having a nice day.

warnings: (very?) mild sexual content, Alina slander if you squint (im sorry baby ur still my queen)

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The Hard Way

(aleksander morozova x fem!reader)

Imaginably so, it took someone of great significance in one way or another to catch the eye of the Black General. So that’s why it was such a shock to see such an ordinary person on his arm.

At the time of your meeting, you had been working as one of the Royal Family’s seamstresses and you’d been tasked with making a very important coat for a very important gala for a very important general. His first impression of you was admittedly not the best, and neither was the second or third, and he was often found ranting to anyone who would listen about the petulant little seamstress that wouldn’t apologize for sticking him with a needle during fittings and would instead tell him to man up. This, he was not used to, and it stunned him a bit. Surely you knew who he was and you had to have known that he happened to command respect and attention with his position and power. And to be fair, you did. You knew very well who General Kirigan was and you knew very well that he was capable of some very unsavory things, but you simply did not care.

And that intrigued him. Very, very much.

So much so that he began to seek you out even after you’d finished making the (very beautiful) coat for him, to converse with you. It started out as little arguments back and forth, and it grew into little stories about yourself and small fragments of his life and what bothered him on a daily basis, and nearly a year into your little friendship with the General, you knew that you’d fallen for him, and he was very aware of the fact that he’d also fallen for you.

You were the first one to speak about your feelings for him, as he simply could not believe anyone could ever want to be around him with nothing to gain except for his favor and the gift of his presence, so when you told him one night after he’d returned from a two week long check in with the troops near The Fold, he could hardly believe you. But he had to, when it came down to it, because when did you ever really care that he was… Him? From there, the two of you only became closer, and eventually he had made it very well known to the King that you were no longer a seamstress for him and his family, but rather a permanent resident of The Little Palace.

Now nearly three years into your relationship, your presence- just as his- commanded respect. Everyone knew exactly who you were and exactly how you were to be treated. Like an absolute queen.

You now sat in your shared bedroom with only your underclothes and a black satin robe on, perched silently in the armchair in your bedroom, reading a book. Your reverie was soon broken by a knock on your door and you slowly tore your eyes away from your book and set it aside, pulling your robe tightly closed before you glanced up at the door.

“Please, come in.” you called and watched as the door swung open to reveal Genya, who walked inside with a large box and closed the door with her foot.

“He’s returned. The General. I figured you’d want to dress yourself and come greet him. He’s brought company.” she stated and laid the box down on the foot of your bed, “It’s nothing fancy. Just a new dress.” she added and motioned delicately to the box on your bed.

You gave the girl a grateful smile as you stood up and you gave her a nod, “Yes. the Sun Summoner. It’s all anyone has talked about for the past two days. Thank you for the dress, Genya.” you replied softly and walked towards the bed. You opened up the box to reveal that the dress was in fact, nothing fancy as Genya had promised and you held the simple silk gown up to examine it and you gave her a little nod, “It’s lovely. Thank you, again.” you said kindly and she gave you a little nod before slipping out of the bedroom.

Once she had gone, you hurriedly dressed yourself in the black dress that had been left for you and you sat down next to the door and in a rush, clumsily yanked on and laced up a pair of boots before you stood and crossed the room to yours and Aleksander’s wardrobe, grabbing out a cloak, not quite sure at this point whether it was his or yours, and you hardly had the mind to care. You simply wanted to see him after missing the man for nearly three weeks now. You ran back to the door and in passing, glanced into a hanging mirror and decided you looked presentable enough before you dashed out the door, fumbling while you ran to get the cloak on. You finished getting the cloak on- which you had quickly found was indeed one of his once you saw it pool on the floor beneath you- just in time to make your way out the doors and down to the courtyard to see your lover dismounting his horse and helping a girl climb off of the animal as well, who you rightfully assumed was the Sun Summoner.

You stood back for just a moment so he could collect his bearings, but the moment he looked up and your eyes met his, all bets were sorely off. You ran towards him as fast as your legs could take you through the gravel and he bent down just a bit to your level and opened up his arms widely. Once you reached him, you launched yourself into his embrace and wrapped your arms around his neck. He wasn’t usually one for displays of affection around everyone, but he’d happily indulge you in times like this when he’d been gone long enough for his absence to become an ache to the both of you. You could hear him inhale sharply as he buried his face in your hair, his arms winding around your waist as he drew you close to him.

“You’re wearing my cloak.” he commented, obviously amused by this.

You simply huffed out a ‘yes’ and closed your eyes as you hid your face against his neck, the ache of missing him in your chest melting into a warm feeling of relief and happiness. He was the first to pull away and you followed his lead and he simply motioned towards the girl at his side.

“This is Alina Starkov. She is the Sun Summoner. Alina, this is my y/n.” he introduced and you turned to the obviously very nervous girl and offered your hand to her.

“It’s such a pleasure to meet you. I assure you, you’re in good hands.” you said enthusiastically and motioned up towards your lover who simply took your hand and guided the two of you inside. He spoke to Alina as you walked, but you tuned the two of them out and laid your head against his arm as you walked inside with them. It wasn’t until it had been silent for a moment that you realized Alina had been directed in her own way. You looked up at Aleksander adoringly as the two of you walked and he let go of your hand, only to wrap his arm around your waist, drawing you into his side.

“You are staring at me.” he remarked, an amused smile forming on his lips.

“Well, I better not hear a hint of a complaint. I’ve missed you so much I haven’t known what to even do with myself. Most days I find myself unable to get out of bed and function like a person.” you admitted and he turned to you and swept you into his arms, carrying you the rest of the way to your bedroom, the ends of his enormous cloak that you wore dragging alongside the two of you.

“I am not complaining, my sweet love. I’m merely observing. And you know,” he began, opening up the door to your bedroom, “I have missed you as well.”

The weeks following Aleksander’s return were spent mainly in your bedroom or out in the courtyard walking, though the outdoor walks never lasted long as he worried about you catching a cold in the wintery weather and he’d always whisk you back inside before it had even been half an hour. His return had put you less on edge and you were finally able to fall back into your daily habits, and you really couldn’t complain about anything… except for the fact that Alina would follow your lover around like a lovestruck puppy every chance she had. You’d gone riding with them just the other day only to find yourself watching the Sun Summoner all but throw herself at Aleksander. Every time you were nearby, she’d make a point to grab his arm. Every time you’d grab his hand, she would try to lead him away or steal his attention. At first you didn’t want to believe it was on purpose, so you began to make a point of calling Aleksander “my love” and “lover” around her and everyone else, so there was no question about the two of you and your relationship status, but even then she would vie for his attention, and that’s when you realized: she was intentionally trying to show you up.

And when he’d told her his name? You’d let out an audible scoff and caught both of their eyes. Alina’s with a persistent determination and Aleksander’s with a look of confusion mixed with a warning. You decided to sit that ride out and rush back inside, tossing an excuse of ‘just tired‘ behind you as you made your way back into the Little Palace.

You didn’t go on any more rides with them after that, and you kept your distance from Alina, as well.

It had gone on like this for weeks; at dinners, at trainings, when he was simply checking up on her, even when you were blatantly at his side with your hand possessively clasped within his own, she still made attempts to pull him away.

You’d been dreading the Winter Fete terribly, knowing what it would bring, and you were considering every possible way to find an excuse to get out of it, not wanting to watch Alina sidle up to Aleksander as if she was meant to be by his side. So now the week before the event, you sat in your bed midday, with your back up against the headboard with a book laying between your legs that you weren’t reading, rather you were sulking. The door opening made you shift your eyes upwards and they fell upon the form of Aleksander, who stood with a worried expression on his face.

“No one has seen you since breakfast. I grew worried. Are you sick?” he asked and closed the door behind him, approaching you gracefully.

He knelt at your bedside and gazed up at you with those big eyes, so dark that often times, you could hardly find his pupil, “I’m not sick.” you replied with the same petulance that he’d become so fond of.

A chuckle made its way out of his mouth and he grabbed your book and set it aside, “Alright then. Why are you sulking in bed, my love?” he asked, as if he was speaking to an irritated child.

You glared down at him and he held his hands up in surrender, “Aleksander,” you began and then you sighed, “It’s stupid. It really is.” you finally said and then looked away from his eyes.

“It cannot be stupid if its’ got you hiding out. The Winter Fete is a week away. Normally before events like this, you’re out criticizing and directing the poor soul making your dress. Then you’re ranting to me about how you wish I’d let you make your own gowns instead.” he remarked and sat down on the bed next to your feet, “So what has you bothered, Pretty?” he asked and reached up to ever so gently take your chin between his fingers.

You studied his face for a moment before sighing and you rubbed your face, “It’s Alina. I know how childish this sounds but she’s always just… tossing herself into your arms every chance she gets, even in front of me! I’m not jealous, I refuse to be so juvenile but she doesn’t stop! It’s so-” you couldn’t even finish your sentence before his lips were capturing yours in a searing kiss. You kissed him back almost immediately, surprised by the sudden intensity of the kiss. When he finally pulled back to allow the two of you to breathe, he only chuckled and shook his head.

“Well, one thing is for certain: I definitely have not kissed Alina like that. Or at all. My love, worry not about her wants and behaviors, for I am yours and yours alone.” he promised and you looked up at him, giving him a bashful nod, “I have been putty in your little hands ever since you impaled my wrist with a sewing needle.” he teased and it was your turn to chuckle.

“I did not impale you, for one, and it is your own fault for moving when I specifically told you to hold still.” You remarked.

To this, he only replied with a hum as he leaned forward to attach his lips to your throat, “My mistake. I never meant to disobey the high and mighty dressmaker.” he teased, but you could barely form a reply as his lips trailed lower down the center of your throat and to the neckline of your dress, “Have I mentioned how much I love it when you wear black?” he asked and slid his hands behind your waist to begin to unlace your dress.

“I think you may have mentioned it a time or two before…” you replied breathlessly and sat up when he tugged you forward and he pulled your dress over your head in one graceful motion. He tossed the garment aside and pulled you away from the headboard to lay you out across the bed, and you reached up to push his heavy kefta off of his shoulders so that it fell onto the floor. Nothing but glances were exchanged between the two of you as he pushed your petticoat up around your waist and he leaned down to press sloppy kisses to your inner thighs, and you bit down on your bottom lip, a soft moan escaping your mouth. The sound egged Aleksander on and he made his way up your inner thighs and reached up with the intention to pull your underwear aside when a knock sounded at the door.

The sound didn’t bother Aleksander and he hooked his fingers in the waistband of your underwear and he gave them a sharp tug when the door swung open and a little laugh was heard, “Aleksander, Genya said you might be in here, but-” when her eyes landed upon you, her jaw dropped and Aleksander quickly moved his head out from between your thighs and he grabbed his kefta off of the floor and tossed it around you in a panic. He turned towards Alina who stood frozen in shock and he blinked a few times.

“Miss Starkov. I believe most people would apologize and leave the room by now.” he said calmly and her eyes darted between the two of you rapidly before her cheeks turned bright red and she blurted out a quiet apology and spun on her heel and left the room, the door slamming shut behind her.

Aleksander turned back to you and then he clicked his tongue, “Well, that might have solved your problem for you. She quite literally saw my head between your thighs.” he stated with raised eyebrows and you scoffed and threw the kefta at him.

“Well, what are you doing up there?” you asked irritatedly, “get back between them.” you huffed, your cheeks nearly as pink as Alina’s had been, and he eagerly complied.

And he happened to be right. The incident did completely solve your Alina problem, because every time you saw her afterwards, she’d blush and scurry away. Almost every Grisha in the Little Palace had since heard about it, and when you saw Genya the day after, she only smirked at you and rolled her eyes, and from that afternoon forward, Aleksander didn’t seem to mind pulling you a little closer when the two of you were around staring eyes.

#the darkling imagine #the darkling x reader #the darkling #aleksander morozova x reader #aleksander morozova #aleksander morozova imagine #general kirigan imagine #general kirigan #shadow and bone #shadow and bone imagine #grishaverse

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ethies · 7 months

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Hello dazed goddess ,, may the digital goddess request names related to digitality && love ( ++ dreams if possible , but no need !! ) , thank you kindly .. ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

of course ...! the Knight Of space hopes the Doll sent from Above enjoys these names ... feel Free to request more If they Are not up to your liking ( or if you would just like More ...! )

𓇼 . . digitality / internet : nano , mp4 / mp3 , byte , bytelle , synthette , rom , zip , nett , chroma , glitchy , webz , pixette , digita , cybelle , vyrus , virette , digi , qwerty , datalia , kizzy , note , medley , chroma , exa / exe , gigi / giga , glitchette

𓇼 . . love / softness : lovette , adore , kisses , cherish , darling , valentine , velvet , crush , kissette , blissy , desirette , doe , ribbon , dovette , lovebug , chu , beauty , lucille , cotton , dollita , softie , damsielle , angelina , seraphim , luvsick , roselle , lovie , sugar , nectar

𓇼 . . dreams / sleepy themes : lucette / lucid , drowsielle , slumberette , bubble , reverie , reve , celeste , celestelle , lumina , luminette , zzz , dusk , nocturne , lunelle , stelle , célestine , lullaby , cham / chamomile , lumi , cloudie , corvus

this Lovesick being hopes these names will Be Cherished ... Schy hopes the Unusual angel enjoys them ...! this Is the pure Of Heart ' s first ever request ^u^ enjoy !

#cher name recommendations ...!#name suggestions #name ideas #themed names #names list #love themed names #digital themed names #dream themed names #sleepy themed names #mogai blog #mogai positivity #mogai friendly #pro mogai #mogai safe #requests open

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princerevelucide · 1 month

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previews/messy wip canvases of everything under the readmore

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24-hours · 2 years

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would i be able to get some georgenotfound sleep inspired names?

What's up George! Mod Boo coming at ya with your sleep inspired names! Thanks for requesting buddy, this was a really fun theme to work with. Hope you like some of the names I picked out! -Your broski, Mod Boo!

Ashling/Ash

Ramiel

Cimon/Kimon

Reve

Lorien

Arien

Almos

Endri

Callum

Paxton/Pax

Galen

Reverie

Milo

Clement

Jonah

#boos requests #name reqs #dsmp kin #dream smp kin #georgenotfound kin #george kin

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taratarotgreene · 10 months

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Neptune Turns Retrograde June 30-December 6

Dreaming.*oil *1860.*signed b.r.: J. Israels Jozef Israëls, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons Reve is the French word for Dreams. This is the time for reverie, to revere your dreams to rewrite, re-enchant, recant, rewire, reveal, regulate, require, rest, renew, all of your dreams and work on the unconscious. Neptune moves from 27 degrees 42 minutes Pisces to 24 degrees 53 minutes. Taking us…

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fougueworld · 1 year

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Souleau

Souleau En dessous Puis de temps Da Unten Vue d’etang Vue du dessous Vue de tetard Rêve de tétard Endormi sous l’eau Rêverie sous l’eau Nage de tétard Tétards et nénuphares Berceau des tétards Garderie d’étang Tranquil Teichträumen Seelenschwum Krippe der kleinen frösche Vue de là Darunter Von da unten So gesehen Tauchtraum Ciel de Tétard Teichhimmel Teichbäume

Teichreich Im reich der kröten Teichtraum Froschtraum Teichbewohner Reve de poisson Reverie d’etang Rêve d’etang Dream pond Betong Froschtraum Sulo Sousleau L’heure bleue Vue d’etang Vue du dessous Vue de tetard Rêve de tétard Endormi sous l’eau Rêverie sous l’eau Nage de tétard Tétard et nénuphares Berceau des tétards Garderie d’étang Eaux sûres Tanquil Nage de nénuphares Teichträumen Baumeln Teichbewohner Maison des tétard Zu hause Seele baumeln lassen Seelenschwum Krippe der kleinen frösche Teichmolch Vue de là Wasser und darunter Darunter Von da unten Tauchtraum So gesehen

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bipolaire-de-rien · 2 years

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La seule chose qui aille plus vite que la lumière, c'est l'imagination.

#reves #imagine #reverie #imagination #citationphilosophique #citationdujour #citationsurlavie #citation #vers #poeme #poesie #poete #ecrits #ecrivain #ecriture #proverbe #aphorisme #philosophie

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reveluving · 5 months

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SHY WIFE AND PRICE....ARE YOU FREAKIN KIDDING ME!!!!!Imagine this Adonis of a man spoiling her from the first date and even her being shy, the 141(plus Kate) KNOW who's the boss( he ALWAYS have a photo and a story about Mrs.Price and it's just the cutest thing how his eyes light up that they also love her)

CUUUUUUTE AAAAAA!! GNAWING ON MY BARS RN!! And thank you for specifying the Adonis of a man bit! Can't forget about that!! ☝🏼😌💗

Includes: tooth-rotting fluff!

COD x shy!wife thots closed! Thank you, everyone, for your time & amazing minds! I sincerely hope I can do this again with y'all soon! 💌

Come & check out my COD m.list!

In any case of our beloved shy!wife fics, especially with his line of work, just expect your husband to have a polaroid or five of you ready.

And John is no different.

You must be a special one if you managed to catch the eyes of the captain, and to clarify, you are!

John knew there was no going back to his mundane yet chaotic lifestyle the second he asked you out. It took everything in him not to chuckle at your look of disbelief, your lips parting just a tad bit. He didn’t want you to think he was making fun of you, you were genuinely adorable with your expressiveness. And though had told him you were open to anything, even specifying that you wouldn’t mind anything small and simple, he didn’t let you.

He took you out to dinner on your first date, nothing too fancy, though that couldn’t be said the same on the later dates, gifted you a small but beautiful bouquet and the rest was history.

And amazingly, he gets even better at spoiling you after he puts a ring on your finger. As if he wasn't already good since your first date!

Kisses or cakes, hugs or huge bouquets, he'll always find a way to spoil you. Because you—your smiles, giggles and laughs, your time and your love for him means so much.

More than you can imagine.

A sweetheart, a gentleman. You couldn’t ask for a better man to fall for you, though, like him, you were mind-blown to even think a man, no, a hunk like him showed interest in you. Made you feel wanted, special—someone he wanted to be with with zero hesitation.

He wouldn’t be able to forget your shy smile, how you’d mindlessly trail your fingers across the table or your lap out of embarrassment, how your fingers curled around his hand, despite averting your gaze from his cheeky smile many dates later.

And though the wedding was small, to him, it felt like a sweet fairytale.

To finally be able to call you Mrs Price.

Laswell had the privilege to meet you first before everyone else. She enjoys the sisterly moments you’d have, a breath of fresh air from the craziness, to say the least, that she has to witness in her lifetime. Always appreciates you checking in on her via messages or if she’s lucky, a quick call. And it becomes a tradition of hers to jokingly remind John to take care of you and not to drive you crazy.

And then, there were the boys.

Johnny was the one who asked about you, catching the man looking at one of the polaroids of you with nothing but love in his eyes. Longing to get it over with and come home to you. Johnny didn’t think he’d be willing to talk about you at all, let alone more than a few sentences, i.e. privacy reasons or he just prefers to be on his own. Take in the quiet moment before any hell breaks loose later on.

Understandable, so imagine not only his surprise but also the rest of the 141 when he talks about you. First, with pure endearment in his tone, then the story gets romantic, cheesier even, but all three of them listened to his stories like no other (read: a father telling his kids how he met their mother), even if they acted like they were just casually fixing their weapons or thinking to themselves.

C’mon, he knows them!

Like John, you treat the boys like your very own. If Johnny, Kyle or Simon wanted to be doted over—to be cared for, something they haven’t felt in a while even if some of them wouldn’t want to admit it, then you’d give them millions! Even something as little as a handwritten message or passing them a few words i.e. take care and good luck via John.

Visiting the Price’s house now feels like a family thing. Again, it’s cheesy, it’s corny, and maybe even childish to some, for a bunch of men to be looking forward to these visits like a child being away from their parents at a dorm during college, none of you cared. Not you. Not John. And most importantly, not his boys.

None of them could have imagined your words to stick in their minds in dire times. A little motivation to return safely. Back to the base, for John, and back the Price’s home, for you.

“Johnny, I’m out of a few things in the kitchen. Could you drop by the store and get these for me, please?” “Can do!”

“Simon, have you seen John’s car keys? I can’t find them anywhere.” “I can help look for it w’you.”

“Kyle, I told you I can handle the fireplace.” “S’not that hard. Don’t worry!”

Home.

Bonus: A lil’ story I’m still working on with the COD men + dogs includes John with an American Akita. Similar to Phillip and Kai, John’s gigantic pupper tends to prefer listening to you to him.

His intolerance for certain people or animals drops in an instant the second he sees you, turning into a baby (your baby, might John add) but he also knows when duty calls. Ears tilting back and growling at a stranger who doesn’t know, or worse; ignores that you're taken.

And in John’s words: good boy.

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La chambre, la demoiselle et les questions (p.2).

Lorsqu’elle se réveilla, il était 9h, elle s’était couchée vers 2h du matin mais elle se sentait en pleine forme, ayant bénéficié d’un bon sommeil réparateur auquel elle n’avait plus eu le droit depuis des lustres. Elle traîna 30 minutes ou peut-être plus sur son portable avant de se lever et d’aller prendre une douche. Chose faite, elle se créma et s’habilla rapidement avant de passer à ses cheveux indomptables et gonflés de partout. Elle avait pris la fâcheuse habitude de ne plus se coiffer, enfin de ne plus les brosser. Elle était épuisée. Elle aimait ses cheveux, elle n’avait jamais eu de complexes par rapport à eux, mais ils subissaient le même traitement que sa chambre. En effet, lorsqu’elle se sentait instable, sur les plans émotionnels et mentales, victime de ses pensées harassantes, elle avait pour habitude de négliger la tenue de sa chambre. Au contraire, lorsqu’elle se décidait à se reprendre en main, toujours assez rapidement entre 3 jours et une semaine, elle rangeait sa chambre, pliait les vêtements qu’elle entassait sur une chaise qui n’était pas prévue à cet effet et enfin elle se peignait et prenait soin de ses cheveux. En fait, c’était simple, c’était comme si pour que sa tête soit ordonnée il fallait que son espace personnel extérieur le soit également. Cette chambre était l’indicateur de sa situation mentale et émotionnelle. Attention, parfois cette technique fonctionnait et d’autres fois non, sa chambre était dans un piteux état uniquement parce que c’est une flemmarde.

Par ailleurs, elle l’avait compris récemment. Pour qu’elle soit rangée dans sa tête, il fallait également que son espace personnel le soit. Ce processus commençait toujours par la tête avant de se refléter extérieurement au travers de sa chambre. Parfois, même à une heure tardive, elle ressentait le besoin de ranger sa chambre, puisqu’elle avait réussi à répondre à ses questions existentielles.

Elle avait aussi remarqué que lorsqu’elle se sentait défaillir sous le poids écrasant de toutes ces questions qui jaillissaient d’elles-mêmes dans son cerveau, elle n’était pas d’humeur. Elle était généralement froide et même méchante. Ce comportement ne passait pas inaperçu. On disait même d’elle qu’elle était bizarre. Le « on » désigne ceux qui sont présents dans sa sphère familiale. Je ne pense pas que ses amis percevaient ces différences. Elle ne vivait plus avec ses parents depuis 10 ans, mais cet aspect de sa personnalité était resté le même depuis son enfance. Elle avait essayé de vivre en colocation, mais ça c’était mal fini à cause de cet « aspect de sa personnalité ».

C’était aussi sensiblement pour cette raison qu’elle se sentait incomprise et ce depuis toujours. Elle avait désormais 30 ans et pourtant elle avait l’impression d’être restée bloquée à ses 13 ans, époque à laquelle ce tournoiement infernal de questions avait débuté. Malgré son âge, elle n’était « toujours » pas mariée. Étant issue d’une culture dans laquelle si aux environs de 25 ans on est toujours célibataire, on est affublé du surnom quelque peu reluisant et même insultant de vieille fille. Cependant, son célibat ne l’a choquait pas, il ne l’effrayait pas non plus d’ailleurs. Elle avait toujours eu l’intime conviction qu’elle ne ferait rien comme les autres. Elle n’était pas contre le mariage mais elle ne s’imaginait pas non plus mère de famille. Elle voulait occuper le statut de concubine ad vitam æternam. En effet, ce statut plus que celui de mariée l’attirait puisqu’elle s’imaginait à travers lui une certaine liberté. Celle de ne pas être catégorisée de bizarre, solitaire ou même marginale par sa famille mais c’était aussi un moyen de fuir sa solitude et toutes ses questions récalcitrantes.

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