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softhe4rted · 9 months
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on loneliness jenny slate / japanese breakfast, posing for cars / corinne von lebusa, big glow / dadushin / alejandra pizarnik, tr. me / fka twings, home with you / avocado_ibuprofen / fiona apple, left alone / anne carson, “the anthropology of water”, plainwater / kiki smith, free fall / alejandra pizarnik, diaries
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pastelbunnelby · 1 year
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Home With You (John “Soap” MacTavish X Fem!Reader)
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Summary ~ After not seeing John for months he shows up at your door in the middle of the night.
Disclaimer ~ I do not own the modern warfare characters
Word Count ~ 1.5k
Warnings ~ mentions of gunshot wound and explosions FLUFF
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Requested by ~ @jedigeneralmollykestis
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You knew what you signed up for when you get into a relationship with John MacTavish, you knew that you would hardly get to see him, and you knew what he did was important even if he couldn't tell you about it. It was normal to go months without hearing from Johnny considering the nature of his job, he tried his best to send you an email every night to at least let you know he was okay, he knew you worried about him and he did what he could to put you at ease while he was away.
When you got an email early one morning from John after not hearing from him for nearly two weeks the invisible weight was lifted from your shoulders, you knew he was alive. At first, the short-worded email informing you that he was coming to Chicago and would try his best to come to see you made you excited.
Your excitement, however, was short-lived when the news of the explosion over downtown Chicago broke. Various news channels claimed that a power surge had been the cause of the explosion and the subsequent blackouts over most of the city, but the pit in your stomach refused to let you believe that knowing John was likely here on some mission.
Unfortunately, your apartment had lost all power like many others, the only light in the small studio was from the many candles you had scattered around. The various scents of each candle mix to create a comforting smell of floral and musk that you had grown used to.
Rain was pouring down outside coating the windows in water droplets that reflected the headlights from the street below, an urban light show covering the floor in front of the glass.
Your phone sat on the coffee table in front of you, the screen dark in an attempt to conserve what little battery you had left in case John tried to contact you. The sound of the street below filled the dark room but wasn't enough to drown out the thoughts rattling around in your brain.
Coming up with every worst-case scenario had always been one of your strong suits, so when given the opportunity to imagine all of the reasons for an explosion and your boyfriend's possible involvement it's safe to say there was no shortage of ideas. Each of them is worse than the previous.
A quiet tapping broke your train of thought and pulled your attention to the source of the noise, the door. You quickly jumped off of the couch and walked to the door, your bare feet padding across the cold wood floor before you stopped in front of the door and peeked through the peephole.
The familiar mohawk on the other side of the door was enough to ease any worries you had and cause you to quickly unlock the door to let him in.
John was not a small man by any means, he stood nearly six foot tall and was practically a wall of muscle yet somehow, standing outside your door in a hoodie and sweatpants he looked small.
“Johnny.” The word fell from your lips as both a question and a greeting.
A small smirk appeared on his face as he looked down at you, “Hope you didn't wait up for me Love.” His thick accent sounded like a low purr in the dark hallway.
You didn't respond to him as you stepped forward and nearly toppled him over as you threw yourself into him, his arms instinctually wrapping around you and holding you tight to his body.
“I got your email and then there was that explosion, the news said it was a power surge but I know it wasn't.” You mumbled into his neck, he lifted your feet off the floor and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he moved forward into your dark apartment, “I was so worried about you Johnny.”
John hummed in response and the noise rumbled down his chest, “You're too smart for your own good huh?” You kept your head on his chest as he carried you to your couch, shifting his hold on you as he sat down and held you in his lap.
“I know you can't tell me anything about your missions and stuff,” You said as you pulled back from him and stared at his face, the bright blue of his eyes taking on a green hue in the candlelight, “But do I need to be worried? About the explosion I mean.”
Johnny’s hands rested just above your hips, his hands squeezing them tightly while his thumbs traced different sets of shapes along your leggings.
“It's been taken care of, you don't need to worry about anything okay?” His brows pressed together as he scanned your face, one of his hands moving up to hold your cheek, “Bloody hell I missed you.”
You leaned forward and kissed him softly which earned a small grunt from him against your lips. Even after not seeing him for over two months he still smelled the same, like cheap cologne and gunpowder, he still smelled like Johnny.
The two of you continued the slow, dance-like make-out session on your couch until John tightened his grip on your waist and pulled your face closer with his hand on the back of your head. As he deepened the kiss your hands found their way to his shoulders where you planted them on either side.
John’s body tensed up as your hand hit the side of his shoulder, a faint wince leaving his lips as he pulled back.
“Are you hurt?” You quickly pulled your arms off of his shoulders and began to look him over.
He rolled his shoulders and rubbed the side of his right arm, “A small puncture wound, nothing big.” He moved to cup your face again but you pulled back.
“Puncture wound? What happened John?” Your brows knit together as you played with the hem of his hoodie.
A long sigh left his lips as he leaned back on the couch, “A bullet punctured my shoulder.”
“You got shot?”
“Okay yes I got shot, but I promise you I'm okay.” He placed both of his arms on either one of your own, “Simon and I got into a bit of a scuffle in Mexico.”
“You were in Mexico?” You looked down at your hands and let out a small chuckle, “Your Spanish is actually horrible how did you survive there?”
“Oi, I'll have you know that I actually learned some Spanish while I was there.” He huffed as you broke into a full-blow laugh.
“Well go ahead then, tell me.” You leaned back on his lap and watched him while biting back your laugh.
“Soy un idiota.” John stumbled over the foreign syllables with a proud smirk on his face.
You laughed aloud once again.
“What did I just say?”
“My Spanish isn't great but Johnny I'm pretty sure you just called yourself an idiot.” You spoke through your laughs.
John stared blankly at you before joining your laughter, “I guess The Ghost does have a sense of humor.”
“I won't even ask about that.” You leaned forward and wrapped your arms around his chest, holding him tight as a comfortable silence fell over you both.
“When do you have to leave?” You dreaded asking him that question but you knew you needed to.
John stayed quiet for a moment, rubbing circles along your back with one hand when he spoke, “Tomorrow morning, zero nine hundred.”
Less than twelve hours from now.
An all too familiar lump formed in your throat as you held onto John, he would have to leave you again in the morning and neither of you knew when you would see each other again.
“I tried to get more time, but Price gave me all he could.”
You held your breath in an attempt to stop the tears that threatened to fall, but John knew you too well to not notice.
His arms shifted down to your waist and he lifted you off of his body for just a moment before twisting himself to lie down on the couch, pulling you to lay on top of him. A shaky breath left your mouth as you lay on top of his chest and listened to the steady beat of his heart.
“I'm sorry,” He whispered.
“I just- I miss you all the time John.” You spoke quietly, your voice only meant for him, “I miss this.” You squeezed him tighter.
You felt him press a kiss on your forehead, “You know I love you right?”
You nodded slowly.
“And that I promise to always come back to you?”
Another nod.
“So let's enjoy the next eleven hours yeah?”
You breathed in a long breath and sat up, bringing your legs to either side so you were now straddling him, “any plans on what to do while you're here sergeant?”
“I've got a few.”
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junglyric · 5 months
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Home with you, inspired by the FKA Twigs song of the same name.
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pairing: Lee know x yn
summary: You’ve been alone for so long, you’ve created your own rhythm. Your boyfriend, Minho, sees through your facade, however, and like some god of love, vows to fix the cracks in your heart.
warnings : mentions of mental health struggles
tags: angst, happy ending, soft smut, body worship,
wc: tbd
Release schedule : tbd
CHAPTERS
Prologue
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FKA Twigs- Home With You
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mother-lee · 3 months
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i didn’t know that you were lonely / if you’d have just told me i’d be home with you
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sckh-visualarchive · 2 months
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m4riners · 6 months
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home with you — fka twigs
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the-pale-goddess · 3 months
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Never not thinking about Home With You🥲🥲🥲
SCREAM!!!!!! MERCY, DARLING JBSKBSKSBSKSBK 🥹 
Please, forgive me for the delay in replying, I missed quite a few asks because my last brain cell finds it hard to distinguish between different types of interactions in the new notification system, and my frequent absences certainly don’t help 🤡
I literally teared up when I saw your message, waterfall down my cheeks and all! Thank you for stopping by to send this, you’ve made my entire week 🥹❤️ My heart is full knowing that HWY has such an impact on you, even after all this time 😭 Fandoms don’t seem to care about the old guard of inactive/barely-hanging-there creators, so I didn’t even dare to hope that this almost forgotten AU I shamefully haven’t updated in years might still live rent-free in someone’s mind.
Of all the WIPs I neglected, this one makes me feel the most guilty after doing so 🥲 But it’s my precioussssss, my baby, and I know that one day I’ll finish the story (I promised Maud I will 😅)—it’s all in my head, every piece of the puzzle just waiting for my move. I just have to find a way to get them out and make them fit jshkshgkgj You certainly gave me a reason to revisit my HWY drafts! 
Bless you, lovely! I hope that 2024 has been treating you well so far ❤️✨
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sadiahakim · 2 years
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Consider building a home within.
Sadia Hakim
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starzalign · 7 months
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Me and FKA twigs are friends in another universe. I just adore her music and sound. I relate so much to it its crazy
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laoren-chen · 2 years
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Today, I cried to the Twigs song and I just want to run down a hill in a house I own with some cute chickens surrounded in a field of gold, Nausicaa-style. 
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almadraws · 1 year
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I didn't know that you were lonely
If you'd have just told me, I'd be home with you
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ebb---andletgo · 2 years
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i’d save a life if i thought it belonged to you.
home with you, dir. fka twigs, 2019.
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junglyric · 5 months
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Home With You: Prologue
In which idol!Minho meets a lonely traveler, who by some force of nature, blows to Korea.
Warnings: none
About a year ago…
A week. That’s how long it would take you to get home. Isn’t this just perfect? You think to yourself, sharing confused groans with the other passengers. You flew from your Southern hometown to visit friends in New York City, and had the perfect week. The only thing that would have made it better was, well, going home on time. Somehow, your airline mis-scheduled two flights, and like some cheesy rom-com, you ended up in Seoul, South Korea.
To make matters worse, you landed at the same time as the K-pop sensation, Stray Kids. Now there are 4K paparazzi photos of the damned flight’s passengers behind the eight radiant men. And just like the rom-com’s lead, your wheel skips a tile and you fall, right into the security at the back, who tumbles straight into the last one of the Stray Kids. You tried to apologize, but the sheer weight of his protective muscles trapped your foot at an awkward angle so all you could do was whimper pathetically, like a wounded deer who intentionally ran into traffic. Lucky for you, the idols’ company doesn’t like bad press, so the paparazzo were strong armed into melting the footage of the fall a domino champion would be jealous of. Unlucky for you, however, you couldn't walk; you couldn’t stand without assistance.
So many apology bouquets were sent to the hospital, you thought you’d be able to rebuild the Garden of Eden. Turns out, your ankle was shattered, and you needed months of rehab to regain your strength. So not only were you not able to board the courtesy flight, you were stuck in a hospital in the capital of a nation you’d only seen on television. You didn't speak the language, but you understood how to count money; the company covered every expense, including language lessons, and offered you a job with a generous salary when your medical leave ran out in your home county. You had scars from the experience, but the unseen ones hurt the most. Months of loneliness, because FaceTime doesn’t feel close enough.
There were letters sent, addressed from the Stray Kid, relentlessly apologizing for tripping you. You recall your cheap suitcase being to blame, so you found it sweet how compassionate he was. He had a way with words, and you were convinced that if you licked the page, it’d taste like honey.
When you finished rehab, and moved into your company-sponsored apartment, you thought that maybe it was time to start over. You had a new career, as an English tutor, because you surprised yourself with how well you took to Korean. Of course, you spoke much more than you wrote, so you enrolled in writing classes, also covered by the company. Your family visited often, and you began to fall into a comfortable rhythm. You had few friends anyways, so it didn’t bother you that your condo was often empty.
It was truly the perfect mix of poor timing, faulty infrastructure and sheer misfortune, but you were determined to make it work here.
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euesworld · 2 years
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"Heaven in your arms, heaven in your hands.. heaven in your eyes, and heaven in your heart. I find my heaven with you, that's the only place it could ever be.."
Heaven is a time.. it's when I'm with you and you are smiling - eUë
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pettybourgeoiz · 1 year
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✰Bourgeoiz Music Discovery✰
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