#rip this was longer than intended 💀

[callofdudes]

Dying in their arms - 141

CW: Death, blood, might put you in a coma.

Don't ask me why I made this... Because I have no good excuse other than I absolutely LIVE for writing angst 😌 it will be short but I intend to try and at least sadden you for even a moment.

Can be seen as romantic or platonic.

Soap 🧼

Johnny still remembers the sound. Or lack there of...

"Y/n? How copy, what are your coordinates?"

Silence.

"Y/n!! I heard heavy fire from the east, how copy?"

"Y/n answer me please!!"

Johnny rushes through an old building. He'd be searching for you for hours. Were the comms down? His insides tighten at the idea of where you were. Hopefully safe and alive.

He moves out of the house just as two military trucks pull away. "Y/n, two trucks leaving. Where are you??"

He follows the side of the building to where the trucks were and freezes

"Y/n?"

You were laying in the street. In your own blood.

"Y/N!!" Johnny runs over. His blood boiling and then freezing when he sees you. "No no no no no-"

He drops to his knees and pulls your limp body off the ground and into his arms. Blood drips from the corner of your mouth. Your eyes full of life for a mere second. Your body seems to give up when Johnny finally reaches you, and the light fades from your eyes. Your eyelids close as blood continued to pool around Johnny.

"Y/n wakeup... Y/n come on, wake up!"

He starts to shake when you don't respond. You don't open your eyes, you don't breathe. Tears swell in his eyes. "Come back..."

"Please... Open your eyes... It'll be ok..." He wheezes.

Johnny wails. heavy tears ruin his face as he sobs. "Come back- COME BAAACK!!" He screams. Pain destroys his voice and rips open his throat. He holds you tightly, trying to shake you awake.

"PleEeEase!!! Come back!" He couldn't lose you. He couldn't. Your soft features tear his big heart into shreds. His whole body quivers and shakes. The bloody wound stares at him like a monster. With teeth and fiery eyes, taking you away from him.

His hand finds his comm before he can think.

"GHOST!! Please I need backup now! PLEASE!!!!" He screams again, fingers tightening in your hair. "I can't let you go..." He hicks. "I-I can't let you go..." He runs his fingers through your hair, choking on sobs.

"Anybody!! Help me!!" His comm was empty. "Please..."

Ghost 💀

Ghost had lost sight of you. It was only for a minute.

"Alright, take it slow, don't rush, don't rush. You're so close."

"Thanks Lt. It's really great to have you at my-"

He heard a shot.

Ghost bolts up. That wasn't him. "Y/n!?"

No response.

"Y/n how copy are you safe!?"

Silence.

"Shit-! No!! No!!" He abandons his gun and runs down the embankment. His heart pounding in his chest. There you are, laying in the road. "SERGEANT!" He runs to you and falls to his knees. You were toppled sideways, a bullet clean through your head.

Simon feels the wind knocked out of him. "No... NO! No nonononono-!" He pulls you up into his arms, limp and quickly growing cold.

"Look at me. Y/n look at me..."

"LOOK AT ME!!" He yells out of desperation. "You were so close please! Come on! Wake up... Wake up please-!"

He quivers and tears start to form. "Oh God..."

"Oh please no- please come back..." He grabs your hand and pulls it to his chest. everything seems slow. His eyes are seeing you but his brain isn't catching up that this is happening. That you're gone.

He cradles your body against the back of the alley wall and looks at you.

"Come back..."

"You're ok..."

His hand drops and rests on your cheek. Pain squeezes his chest and a great weight presses against his throat. Tears swell in his eyes as he holds you tightly. "You can't go..."

He whimpers, pressing his face into your messy hair. He starts to shake violently, no longer sure what to do. If he had made it... If he had noticed the sniper maybe he could have saved you.

He rips off his mask and hugs your body as tightly as he can. "You're the only family I have left- I can't lose you! Please Y/n for me!! For me! I can't go back to them without you!!"

"We're teammates y/n please!"

"I've taken care of you as best I could. I-I treat you like my sibling, you are like family- PLEASE!! DONT DIE!"

He screams for the first time in years. His body shakes with sobs, tears streaming unprovoked down his cheeks into your hairline. "Please don't leave me alone out here..."

Gaz ⚽

You'd been hit with a bullet. Gaz pulled your arm over his shoulders and walked you to the safety of a small hut just outside of your target zone. It wasn't safe but it would have to work.

He places you down on the floor and gets down next to you. "How's the wound?" He asks.

You breathe out heavily and pull your hand away, blood squelching from your side. You groan in pain. "Not good..."

"Let me go find some proper bandages ok? I'll be right back." He takes his gun and starts to search the cabin.

You feel cold and shaky. Your eyelids are heavy and you've lost too much blood to recover from quickly. "Kyle!" You call out desperately.

He returns with a few bandages and kneels at your side. "What's up? You ok?" You take his hand and shudder, tears swelling in your eyes. "Can you hold me..?"

"Yeah, I guess, just let me bandage-" you grab his wrist. "Don't bother..."

His eyes widen. "Y/n no I need to get you out of here." You grab his vest and pull him closer, his warm body sending shivers across your own. "Take off my gear..." You whisper. Kyle doesn't hesitate, stripping you down to your t-shirt and pants.

Tears are already swelling in his eyes. "I can't- no-!"

"Hold me, Kyle."

Kyle sniffles and pulls you into his arms. You rest against his warm chest, quaking hand grabbing the hem of his shirt. he closes his arms around you and presses a short kiss to the top of your head.

"Do it... Finish the mission... For both of us ok?"

He sobs and nods. You wipe away his tears and squeeze him tightly. You slowly close your eyes and rest back against his chest.

Kyle sits there. He sits there for what feels like hours. He sobs. He wails. He screams until his insides hurt and his voice gives out.

He hugs you in his arms, begging you tell him what he did wrong. His body moves and he brings you into the bedroom. He lays you on the bed and holds your hand tightly, a shaking, sobbing mess.

Price 🥃

You had your back leaned up against a building, heaving in the darkness. Your leg was shot full of pain, twisted and broken from your fall out of a military truck and you were losing blood quickly.

"Captain..." You shudder into your comm.

"Hang on y/n, almost there. Just a little longer."

"I don't know how much longer I have..." You cough blood up onto your uniform and down your chin.

"Hang on soldier, I'm coming. I'm gonna be right there."

You drop the comms and close your eyes. It feels heavy and cold. Your own blood the only warmth against your cold tactical gear.

Price wasn't far away, you knew that. You just had to try and hang on.

Price slams on the brakes of his vehicle when he reaches you. The empty dark streets make him want to move quickly. "Come on y/n!" He rushes over and grabs you. You're bleeding beyond repair but your eyes flutter open enough to see him.

"come on, I'll carry you-!"

You cup his cheek and run your thumb over his rough skin. "John..."

"It's ok- it's going to be ok!"

You ignore him. You have little time left and so many things still to say. A tear runs down your cheek as you shudder out a final breath.

John holds onto you tightly. His hands dig into your forearms even as your hand drops away from his face and your eyes close.

"Y/n..."

He presses his forehead against yours, feeling the life leave your body. His jaw clenches and tears form in his eyes. His body shakes with rage before he starts to cry. Tears slip down his cheeks, overcome with rage and sadness.

"I'm sorry..." He hugs your neck and lays your head on his shoulder and cries. He couldn't lose you. He'd lost so many good men and women he couldn't let you die too.

"Give me one more chance... Give me one more chance I know I'll do it right-!"

He shakes, his body throwing him out of sorts. "I can't lose you all..!"

He sits there alone in the darkness. He was all alone now. No one to come back home to. All he could do was mourn your death in the darkness.

"It was an honor serving with you..." He whispers shakily. He presses a soft kiss to your temple and lays you on your side. He salutes and climbs back in his truck, the sound of enemy patrol on its way...

Hi. No, if this hurt you, I do not apologize 😊

#simon ghost riley #call of duty #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #captain john price #ghost x reader #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #captain price x reader #captain john price x reader #simon riley x reader #john soap mactavish x reader

[annikasevenshots]

Star Trek Picard: Season 3 Episode 9 Reaction (spoilers)

sorry i missed the previous few i just lowkey did not care i guess

Can't believe I'm watching Troi do FREUDIAN psychoanalysis like that shit would have died out in clinical psychology ages ago

3 guesses as to what Matalas' favourite colour is

Watching Troi on the big screen Deanna you're so pretty

"You will not be alone" me when i lie

Why are they lowkey assassinating Troi's character like this she's stronger than that

"Wait... the Borg have sex?" Raffi Musiker, 1.5 years earlier

Why is Jack awakening so much like Dahj activating bro TM really copied S1's homework but made it white and male

Jack scenes do be taking way too long. Stop monologuing bro no one has time for that

Kind of really don't care about his angst like sir this is literally a wendys you're in space being weird comes with the fucking job now sit down

He literally was never issued the protocols of a father JACK YOU MADE THAT CHOICE FOR HIM WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU

"Futility" jack thought he did something huh 💀💀💀

Jack listen to your mother pls i am begging

Why is Beverly just standing there you people are so lame she can literally do so much more than this

Why are these people just allowed into Shaw's ready room whenever tf

Got distracted trying to figure out why the Borg Cube didn't look like a lone Borg Cube but

MMMMMMMMM ENT-F SHIP P*RN WITH FIREWORKS MY FAVOURITE

My mom casually watching with me: OMG IS THIS DATA? :D why is his face no longer gold? :D

DID THEY FUCKING ASSIMILATE RAFFI LMAOOOOOO IM DOWNING THE BOTTLE

wait hold on lemme watch

Speaking of Raffi where tf is she

Oh hey Seven ❤️

THE BORG 🐸🐸🐸 giggling

Bro wtf is going in at Borg HQ

Can't believe you have a literal xB on board and instead of turning to her for help you just give her a headache

Ngl the youngins being assimilated gives huge boomer energy

Bro I can't w yall stop being so unserious

Doesn't escape my notice that everyone on the Titan bridge who's assimilated is a poc 🐸

meanwhile every sober/unassimilated person is white. sure. nice. wonderful. amazing.

We get it you want to please the Star Trek Discovery haters why tf are you like this

grease monkey activate!!!

Sorry i had a minor breakdown over the fact that gen z and poc are synonymous for hive minded enemies in their eyes

sure the villains can be so diverse that white people aren't the villains but the heroes are majority white

sorry for salty

rip shaw

giggled over Saffi i'm going back to rewatch it later

It's the fact that Raffi never intended to leave in the first place for me

"Not a chance" should i make this the new tag for this dumbass ship because i cry every time

aw enterprise <3

deanna yelling at worf <3

In conclusion, I leave you this review from my dad:

"How the hell are they going to fly that big ship with 7 people?"

#very long very deep sigh #salt level: dead sea #reaction #star trek picard #picard spoilers #s3e9

[slightlyrebelliouswriter23]

helloo so from what i understand, you’re bi right? if so, how did u know you were bi? cause i am very lost bc sometimes guys are hot but rarely ever the ones actually in my life, but most girls are just so pretty, and idk if my head is omg pretty or omg pretty🥵

hi there, lovely! i do indeed identify as bi. 🥰

i actually figured this out in the most on-brand way possible, and that was by reading a book wherein the main character figures out they're bi. i identified with many of the thoughts that led them to this realisation, and after some consideration, i decided it wasn't just the thoughts i was identifying with. it was the identity itself. (this is hard and takes a lot of introspection and asking yourself "why" and "what if" and "would i" over and over again, but it'll feel more natural to ask these things the more you do it).

but my sexuality is actually a lot more complicated than that. i've identified as demisexual for a lot longer than i've identified as bi. which is probably why it took me so long to really parse out my attraction to more than just men. i don't experience attraction the way most people do.

i didn't identify with the "normal" teenage experiences of getting flustered by the popular kids just because they were pretty, or getting worked up over a celebrity i didn't know much about. i can count on one hand the number of boys i had a crush on in high school, and most of them were people i was already on friendly terms with before i realised i liked them. i don't get butterflies in my stomach when i look at pretty strangers, and though i can appreciate and acknowledge their beauty, it doesn't make me want to like...... bone them lmao.

even now, openly bi as i am for 3ish years, i still question myself. am i actually attracted to women or do i just appreciate their aesthetic beauty because we're (typically) socialised to put more effort into our appearance than men? do i want to be with a woman or do i just want to be her? being someone who 1) has never been with a woman and 2) doesn't experience instantaneous attraction, no answer is easily wrested.

but this line of thought is also part of the bi experience, i'm told, so it doesn't feel wrong, just confusing sometimes, and i just try to remind myself that the questioning is good. it is so, so good. because it led me here, to a place where i'm more confident and comfortable with myself than ever.

my advice to anyone questioning their sexuality is first to remember that you don't ever have to identify as anything if it doesn't serve you. labels are there if you want them and if they help you feel more connected to yourself. they are less labels, really, and more tools to help you see yourself, to help other people see you (if you want them to).

and second, remember that you can ALWAYS change your mind. sexuality is fluid, not static. we're not things to fit into neat little boxes with labels about who we'll sleep with or who we'll want to plan our lives with, wrapped up in a pretty bow forever. we're messy and nebulous and ever-changing. even the cells in our body dictate that we are entirely different people every 7 years, so why would our preferences remain completely unchanged?

so i think "bi" works for me now, but maybe in ten years i'll feel more connected to "pan" and maybe ten years after that they'll have come up with some other word that i'll feel more aligned with. and maybe i won't, who knows? only me, whenever i get there.

anyways, nonnie, sorry for this tangential ramble. i hope this helped even a little. and i'm wishing you much luck and love in wherever your questioning takes you ❤️❤️❤️

#rip this was longer than intended 💀 #anygayyyssss #happy pride 🌈 #lgbt #bisexual #demisexual #asked and answered #nonnie #personal