💚Chief's wife~ He's my F/O 💚
c.AI: YaeMiaYoureDazy
IG: can't have it or discord
Picsart: invadermiku (quit! 😭)
ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS YOUUUUUUUU (Master Chief)
I'm non-sharing when it comes to my f/o
My name is YaeMiaYoureDazy but I mostly go by Yae or Mia 💚🐍🍏
I'm Cuban-American 🇺🇸🇨🇺
Fandoms: Zak Storm, Marvel, Harry Potter, Mr. Peabody And Sherman, The Powerpuff Girls, Genshin Impact, Friday Night Funkin', Honkai: Star Rail, Halo. Invader Zim, Unikitty!, Ninjago, Transformers, LEGO: Monkie Kid, VOCALOID, Chipspeech, Toy Story, Pusheen The Cat, and last but not least TF2, and ofc Ultrakill <3
I basically play ROBLOX, Minecraft, Genshin, If you want to find me,
Roblox: YaeMiaYouredazy (or) Kitty26Mia
Spotify main and alt: 𝕐𝕒𝕖𝕄𝕚𝕒𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕖𝔻𝕒𝕫𝕪 & 𝕐𝕒𝕖𝕄𝕚𝕒𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕖𝔻𝕒𝕫𝕪𝟚
TikTok: YaeMiaYoureDazy (FIRST ACC!!!!)
Genshin UID: 672226294
I'm basically aroace, I support LGBTQ+ don't worry
Age: 14
I mostly simp for Master Chief, (Halo) cuz currently I am obsessed with him that's why I changed my photo~
The pic up there is my baby boy, aka my boyfriend (F/O) master chief 🥰💚🖤🩶🤍🧡💛
If you don't like my content then I'll block you
and If I haven't posted yet then that means I'm busy with school or I'm using c.ai
I'm also Neurodivergent (I have ADHD)
My friends are: @maryannsa @pastel-kaleesh @Zimpyz_Luz (first youtuber friend whos now known as Doombunny) @rapcattiez (second youtuber friend) and my youtuber friend @EmyAft0n
Plus my idol is: @nobleclipse because her content is THE PERFECT
My second idol is @myrablurple
Master Chief haters and Muggles DNI (do not interact and peacefully frick off 😊)
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You don’t know how much longer this can go on for – but you were starting to go crazy.
This mission is at a standstill – your team has been at it for days – you’re fighting left and right with no end in sight…
Finally Fred finds a small cave, a clearing just west of your location, a camp site where you and the team can lay low till evac gets to you.
Linda, Kelly, and Fred are resting, while John had said he would take watch and while you know fighting with the chief is useless and your body is begging for sleep… Your mind is elsewhere.
You stare at him, sitting off in the distance his gaze looking and wondering at the surrounding area – he was always on alert; could never truly rest unless a higher up demanded it of him.
“You should go talk to him.”
Fred’s voice catches you off guard; he had removed his helmet; you can see his features and can see the exhaustion nearly embedded into his pores…
You sit up, clearing your throat – you weren’t one to show your emotions and you weren’t one who shared; but right now all you want is to be near him…
The Master Chief.
John 117…
John…
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you try to play innocent, standing up from your place in the cave.
“Right… Like you weren’t just making eyes at the chief.”
“What are you talking about? I wasn’t making eyes at anyone.”
“You’re a terrible liar,” Kelly cuts in, tossing a small rock at you – you follow the rock, watching as it dings off your midnight black armor.
“You guys suck,” you try not to think about the conversation that needs to be had with John, but you know there was no use in trying to putting it off.
“We don’t suck, not our fault, you tried to be a hero… You know how he gets,” Fred rolled his eyes, “You pushed him out of the way of a blast and took a big hit.”
You stare at your fellow Spartan, hating how much he observes, and how right he was.
But you can’t help it….
Call it instinct, call it feelings – love?
You’ve known John for years, too many in fact… You two were both part of the Spartan II Class… John took a shrine to you, he had your back; just as you had his.
But if John was anything it was stubborn and hardheaded.
“Really? He would have done the same for us…”
“You’ve known him since pretty much the beginning, you know he doesn’t like it when people put themselves in the line of fire to protect him.”
“Yeah, well that goes both ways,” you sigh heavily, exiting the cave – there is a certain fire burning inside you, the adrenaline is pumping through you; your heart is racing.
You see John – the light from the night sky reflecting off his armor, making him seem almost pure.
You step closer to him, wanting to make your presence known without speaking.
John doesn’t speak and neither do you.
The air between you two is tense; yet the world around you remains calm – there are no active threats; the world seems blissful.
Your nerves are fried – you can feel the tension in your shoulders, your bones rattle with a nervous tick.
You can’t truly remember the last time you were ever this anxious – it was a flaw of yours, but you were human, right?
You feel every ache, every bruise – the blast had nearly knocked you unconscious, nearly took the air from your lungs, and while you were stubborn and played it off.
God, you were hurting… Tired…
“John…” Your voice is a broken whisper.
“Are you hurt?” His voice remains emotionless – but you know better.
You’ve known John long enough – Spartan or not, the man wore his heart on his sleeve for those he cared for; he was just good at hiding his emotions.
“I’m okay…” You move to stand beside him, staring out into the darkened sky.
There was that silence again, swallowing you both whole with words left unsaid.
“You’re angry with me,” you don’t look at him – you don’t want to break.
“I’m not angry with you.”
Now, this catches you off guard and somewhere in the back of your mind, you feel the last thread of your sanity – snap.
You were known for your mouth – you were known to always get the last word, known to be sassy and quick witted with dry sarcasm and the brutal truth.
You turn to him, helmet tiled slightly, “Cut the shit John, I’ve known you for too long, to know when you’re pissed…”
“Why did you do it?” John’s gaze remains on the night sky.
“Because it was going for you – I reacted… Just like you’ve done for me so many times over.”
John stands at his full height, the dark forest green of his Mjolnir armor seemed almost black.
“I’m the team leader – it’s my job to protect…”
“No,” you step closer to him, pulling his attention to you, making sure he faced you, “Don’t you dare pull ranks on me, John! I’ve had your back for years! Years! I will always protect you! I will always protect this team, just as you will!”
“The mission must always come first.”
You’re angry – you know the mission comes first, the words have been engraved into your mind and deep within your soul since you were six years old.
“To hell with the mission,” you start to ramble, hands balled into fists as tears cloud your vision, “There is no mission, no purpose without you!”
You feel a sudden shift in the air – as if time froze, and the world stopped turning.
You don’t need to see John’s face to know, you’ve caught his attention.
“Ever…”
“No! I…” Your mouth goes dry, heart and blood pumping so loud you can hear it echoing in your ears.
John steps forward, his visor meeting yours.
John was never much for conversation, he observed and listened, he struggled with his words, and could never convey his emotions.
“We’re in this together…” his voice is low and husk – it carried emotion and grief, understanding and struggle.
“I have your back,” you whisper.
You don’t know if its love – your emotions were always all over the place, but you knew… In this life and every life after – you would follow John through the fires of hell.
The words meant more to you, then simply saying, ‘I love you…’
My name is Mahmoud, and I'm a 17-year-old from Gaza. The ongoing war has devastated my city, destroyed my school, and made daily life incredibly challenging.
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