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girl-lostconnection · 2 months ago

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I'm so sorry you have to deal with people being so demanding, and I hope that they actually listen to your post and stop, cause it's just really rude in general.

On the other hand, I, for some reason, keep thinking about your story of reader dying and the 141 grieving and how, for me personally, when it comes to one of my loved ones, no matter how much time passes, I just can't stop thinking about them, craving their love, the way that they loved, and how you can see the similarities in others but it isn't quite right, it still doesn't feel the same, and you're just never left satisfied when you want their love again and no one else can do that, because it's not them. You're still loved, yes, but it's not the same.

Idk. I just was thinking about that and was wondering if that's what they might feel. They still have each other and love each other, but I wonder if there are times when they want or feel like they need it to be like reader's way to feel better on some days, where little things that upset them were originally made better by something reader did, but now that they're gone they're just left with that feeling to simmer.

You know one of the things I had to learn while dealing with grief — it doesn’t become smaller. You just get bigger, you get more experiences the older you get and all of that grief is still there. But grief is just what is left of your love for the person who is no longer there.

I think for them it would manifest differently but I can definitely see Johnny trying his best to keep going because he knows he has three more partners and they have to keep going and they have to keep living. Because Reader wouldn’t be happy with them just ending it all, because there is so much more time left, so many things they haven’t done. I think for him it would be one of the things that would eventually result in early retirement. He already lost a quarter of his heart when he lost Reader, he doesn’t want it happening again. And as much as he loves being demolitions expert, he knows there is a different type of life out there. One that can give him and his partners stability and safety.

I think Johnny would be the person that despite it all still sometimes talks about Reader like they are still there. He mentions references to movies and music and books, he draws them in his sketchbooks, he mentions that “this is the dessert they always wanted to try”. With time it turns into a warm kind of nostalgia, the love that he carries with him, his grief manifesting in trying to compensate for everything Reader wouldn’t experience by living through it himself. And by living on. When his time comes he hopes to see Reader again and say “see? I did well, didnae i? It was a good life. A long life, like you wanted. Bet you are proud of me”

Like i mentioned before Kyle took it in one of the worst hits, he’d keep holding onto Reader’s clothes and mementos as long as he can. He googles obsessively brands of clothes, he finds exactly the same articles because even if these get ruined or good forbid someone throws them out — he will know what to order. It won’t be the same, but he could pretend that it is. He already pretends that he’s alright, he already pretends that the hoodies he’s wearing with Reader’s name and rank are just part of his standard uniform.

I feel like Kyle is a person who has never experienced a loss this big before. He never lost someone who was this close, someone who’s still in his head, someone whose voice he keeps hearing when he talks to himself. Kyle likes to imagine that Reader never passes on. That they are still there, maybe noncorporeal, maybe he can’t see them, but at this point he’d settle for anything.

I think Kyle was never one for religion but whenever he passes church he’d get in to light a candle and say a quick not even a prayer but sort of a wish. Like that’s the only way he can chat with you, like something holy could really pass his “I’m okay, love, I’m eating well. Last mission was shite, but you know how it is. You no longer come to me when i dream. Are you upset, baby? I’m sorry, I’ll be more careful next time, i know you don’t like me getting injured. Just please, come back. I can’t sleep well without you.”

Simon would probably have the hardest times adjusting to the absence of Reader, because he takes the longest time to accept their death. He tries so hard to pull away from the moment where he would need to actually process the notion that it finds him itself and hits him with the force of minivan.

There is aching that he can’t relief, there is itch he can scratch — there is a person who he could tell any of his jokes and who’d not just joke in return but laugh at it and this person is gone. They are not coming back, he can’t even find them somewhere to watch out of the shadows, he can’t stalk them.

Losing people like that is always the hardest because with living people you at least can call/text/send a letter with a carrier pigeon. You can come back and open old wounds, you can pick up the fight, you can look them in the eyes and get some closure. Simon is not getting any. He fights every step of the way, he drags his feet. He’s easily agitated, he feels like hitting his head on the wall every time something stabs him from inside reminding that you are gone.

He comes up with a joke and yeah, of course he can tell it to anyone out of 141, but he wants to tell it to Reader. He wants to tell it to them specifically because they’d have a funny response which they’d choke out of themselves by laughing so hard he actually starts laughing. He misses it. He misses them. He misses their smell, the feel of them, the way he could talk to them and they would just get him so well like no one else would. He doesn’t just lose a partner when Reader dies — he loses a friend.

Price is…Price is complicated. He’s one to bottle it all up and throw it so deep down it may never come up other in his subconscious habits. He makes tea for five people and not four, he shops for five, he still buys the snacks Reader liked, he starts planning celebration for their birthday just on the back of his mind until he catches himself doing it and just forces it all down deeper.

Price would be a high functioning alcoholic in his grief, but still an alcoholic. He drinks a little more than he should, he forces down a drink he’d previously wouldn’t because he knows his limits. But it burns and it numbs and for a few hours he can breathe again. Alcohol allows himself to loosen a lid on everything he feels, it puts safe distance between his feeling and him and he actually allows himself to process some of them.

He cries, he ruins his office, he punches through the wall, he routinely throws up. Once he gets so drunk he actually starts having hallucinations, intoxication so severe he almost chokes on his own vomit. Soap finds him just in time to get him help. After this he gets out on suicide watch for 72 hours and the team would start actually guard him in shifts.

Price still drinks but now next to him there is always someone who also remembers his limits and doesn’t let him overstep them. John hates it at times. He hates himself much more though. He hates Reader sometimes too, because that’s not fair that they are gone. Because look what a fucking mess he is, love, bloody disgrace to drink himself under the fucking table.

Price has the fastest adjustment to Reader staying deceased but at the same time he can’t fully process his grief. Part of him is scared that he will drive himself mad if he does, another part just doesn’t want to. It’s stubborn and unhealthy but so what. He’s a captain, he lost soldiers before, he’s gonna deal with it this way.

But i think he’s also the second person who retires straight after Soap because he finds a new almost obsessively-desperate purpose in keeping his boys alive and well. He may be a fucked up man but his boys already lost one of their own, he doesn’t want to drag them through his death as well

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these-written-reveries · 3 months ago

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Great Heights

‣ Pairing: Simon Riley (Ghost) x GN!Reader

‣ Genre: Flangst (angst & fluff)

‣ Summary: When Simon realizes he has feelings for you.

‣ Warnings: Avoidant behavior, Simon being a stalker, Simon being completely incompetent at handling his emotions in a normal and healthy way (but we love him anyway, don't we?).

‣ Word Count: 1,214

‣ A/N: Idk about you, but I believe Simon Riley almost always resorts to stalker/creep behavior when he has feelings for someone. It's inevitable. He's either avoiding them like the plague, or going borderline yandere on their ass, with no in between. He doesn't know how to be normal about this at all. Good luck to whoever he falls for, 'cause you're in for a wild ride with this guy.

➼ Simon will distance himself from you almost immediately after realizing he has feelings for you.

• He is an avoidant type; known for burying his emotions and running away from any sign of vulnerability.

• Love makes him vulnerable. Love makes him weak.

• Claims he doesn't have time for love or relationships. That those things would distract him from his job.

• He'll indulge himself in meaningless one night stands on occasion, but that's as far as he ever takes things.

• His job always comes first.

• But then you came into the picture.

• He may not have consciously put the pieces together at first (the man needs AT LEAST 3-5 business WEEKS before he is finally able to truly understand his feelings), but he knew immediately upon meeting you that you were different.

• Not in a bad way, not in a "you stick out like a sore thumb," kind of way…

• More in a "you're so beautiful and your voice is so nice and your laughter is adorable and when you look at me I get all tingly and warm all over and it's kinda hard to breathe and I'm definitely not gonna be able to stop thinking about you anytime soon," kind of way.

• He'd never experienced that with anyone else before. So, to him, meeting you was a total shock to his system.

• After many days of random run-ins and conversations with you, he began to get really freaked out by his feelings and the way he reacted every time he was around you.

• You made him feel like he was free falling from a great height, unable to control the experience and unsure of when it would end, or if he'd survive it.

• It scared the shit out of him.

• Can you believe it? Simon Riley. Ghost. Scared.

• This was definitely uncharted waters for him.

• So, he promptly began avoiding you.

• He made no attempts to keep it subtle either. Every time he so much as caught the smallest glimpse of you, he was spinning on his heels and power walking away from you.

• He knew you knew he was avoiding you, but thankfully, you hadn't tried to bring it up to him.

• (How could you when he was bolting out of any space with you in it faster than you could blink?)

• He buried himself in his work, told himself he didn't care, that this was just a stupid, fleeting crush. He didn't need you. He didn't need anyone. He was better off alone.

• This little avoidance game lasted a good handful of weeks. He was thrilled when he was sent on a mission, hoping the time away would serve as a detox to get you out of his system.

• It didn't. In fact, it made everything worse.

• Now he couldn't even go a second without thinking of you. He wondered how you were doing, what you ate for breakfast, what pretty little outfit you decided to dress yourself in that day, if you had slept well the night before, if you were safe, if you were okay.

• If you were thinking of him too.

• Soon enough, the mere passing thoughts and silly daydreams turned into deep-seated longing. An ache for you that pervaded his chest. An ache to see you, to hear your voice, to protect you, to hold you.

• He needed you.

• He ached for you to need him too.

• You were hit with a wave of whiplash when he got back from his mission.

• Suddenly, he was popping up left and right. Most times from afar, silently keeping an eye on you. You'd catch him in the corner of your eye as you went about your day, or feel his watchful gaze on you, only to spot no sign of him when you turned to look around.

• He was there, though. An ever-looming presence in each and every day.

• If it were anyone else, you'd be frightened. But for some reason, knowing Simon was around, even at a distance, made you feel...safe.

• It also confused you. Why did he go from avoiding you to spending every moment of his spare time around you?

• Why hadn't he attempted to speak to you?

• One day, you'd finally had enough.

• The next time you'd caught him watching you from afar, you beelined straight towards him.

• It would've made you giggle, watching him grow visibly tense as he straightened his spine, eyes darting towards the nearest exit. But, you were committed to appearing serious to him. Him avoiding you for weeks and then stalking you like a creep was no laughing matter!

"Hello, Simon."

Stood rigidly before you, Simon cleared his throat, his mask hiding what you were sure to be a similarly tense and nervous face.

"Hello."

"Whatcha doin'?" you asked in a sing-song tone, though your eyes held an interrogatory intensity as they remained locked on his.

He broke contact with your eyes, and you had to stifle the smirk that tugged at your lips when you caught sight of his throat bobbing beneath his balaclava.

"I-erm, nothing."

You let the silence drag on for a moment, watching as his eyes flickered to and from you as he visibly struggled to decipher what your intentions were, before finally putting him out of his misery.

Simon nearly flinched when you suddenly presented a water bottle to him in your outstretched hand.

"Good. Can you help me open this?"

Your small smile seemed to set his nerves at ease a bit as he silently nodded, grabbing the bottle and giving it a simple twist before handing it back to you.

A sweeter smile was offered to him now as you took the bottle from him. "Thanks!"

Another silent nod from the burly man was enough to make you take things one step further.

He grew tense again when you took his hand and began pulling him towards where you were before.

"Come on, then! If you're gonna be a stalker, you might as well be a useful one."

• The two of you worked on completing your task together, and slowly but surely, you managed to pull Simon out of his shell. He began talking to you more, responding verbally instead of silent nods and quiet hums.

• You'd caught him staring a few times, and simply giggled at him before returning your eyes to what you were focusing on before.

• Normally, this kind of interaction would leave him wanting to run as far away from it as he could.

• Surprisingly though, he found himself enjoying it. Somehow, you'd managed to make him feel...safe.

• A switch had flipped in Simon's heart. Suddenly, he wasn't quite as terrified anymore.

• Maybe this whole relationship thing wasn't such a bad idea, after all? Beats being cold and alone and missing you by a long shot.

• Before, he couldn't stand being around you. Now, he couldn't stand to be away from you.

• Nor could he bear the thought of a future without you in it.

• When he met you, he knew you were different, but never had he expected you to be such a powerful force of change in his life; melting away his cold, steely exterior and exposing his battered heart to your mercy.

• All it took was one soft smile, a gentle touch, a knowing look, to anchor him to you—every fear dissipating as he looked to you as his guiding light.

➼ He decided then that he was alright with falling, so long as you'd be there to catch his heart in the end.

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miserable-individual · 7 months ago

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INTRO TIMEE

Song im obsessed w rn

@miserable-tries studyblr

Also I like this and this I want people to see it

Divider credits in the end

About meee -

She/her

Trilingual

Been learning music since forever

17 (minor) (can male humans be normal on dms and not ask ew shit)

lesbian

What I post -

Poems

Random reblogs

B99

ARCANE

Random art I made ( just started learning how to draw digitally yay)

ALNST

Arguing about random shit with moots (usually @akira-priye)

that's about it

Causes of crisis -

in dire need of mental help

H E L P. M E.

MOOTS

THIS IS NOT GOING TO BE ORGANISED

OKAY SO,

(disclaimer I'm bad at remembering blog names don't feel bad if I forget you i didn't forget you i forgot the @)

HERE WE GO

First moot ever @maramontwrites ( love her stories and writing check her blog out)

THE CULT MEMBERS

@whythiskolaveridiii I think our first full convo was just singing omg penne through reblogs ( FOLLOW HER SHE'S COOL)

@lesbianpoetess unhinged. I support. Whatever chaotic shit she says.

@lalenn dumbass ( yes that's all i have to say)

Jkjk really nice hooman and friend ( follow her)

@clairvoyantly-yours new cult member hehe

THE OFFLINE PEOPLE

@loch-ana @ch3rrybite created a cult and recruited minors also old and offline. old.

@kanha-ki-fangirl also old and offline and shitter upper

@soupdeewoop HAILO TRY TO BE ONLINE ON DC😭

THE OLDIES

@akira-priye old.dadi.bald. @akira-priye @akirapriye

@mona-prithey dadi's wife. way nicer. i like her dadiness unlike akira's.

@desikanya smh tells me not to eat surf excel

@talesinmyhead040122 but i wont call you old im afraid of you. But you do help me by arguing w akira. update - @talesinmyhead040122 is not scary. youre not scary akka hehehee

honourary oldie but i don't call her that cause she's cool and has amazing music taste @anonymouse-is-here

@tum-naam-sochlo-merese-ni-hora NEW OLDIE DADI

ARCANE

@carbernet

@muskwashere

ALNST ( need more people chat)

@mona-prithey

Freaky ahh akka

@neglectedshampoobottle

NEW MOOTS/MOOTS I TALK TO YALL ARE SO COOL

@nazuk-kali ily hooman

@midnight-blues07 agrees w my insanity

@under-the-purple-starsss love the music recs

@songs-of-the-hesperides

@preposterousray @preposterous-reblogs amazing poet yall follow the blogs

@mrignaini my shayla dont deactivate again ill cry

@tehmam HARPIC CULT

@zeherili-ankhein ostrich. self proclaimed clone fucker expert ?

@tum-naam-sochlo-merese-ni-hora pigeon

@hellincarnation

@toomanyfanficsbruh nicest person ever w amazing music recs

@tinyumbrellaz

@yangthejeong

@madigankrauss

@idk-here-for-the-escapism educator. ( that's your tag now hehehe) THE SWEETEST PERSON EVER

KINKY MOOT

last but not and the least cool

@practicalromantic kinky ass child that I like to bully

ik i missed many of yall im going on a mission through my dms to remember your blog names

Divider credits :

@anitalenia

@strangergraphics

@anythingraven

#Intro #desi #desiblr #desi teen #Spotify

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mrsrileywrites · 1 year ago

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Hi! I read lots of your work and im SO IN LOVE!!! Like I absolutely fell so hard for papa simon 😭😭 i wanna give him a babyy! But i was wondering, how would pregnancy be like with his child. I mean bro is HUGE so his baby would probably be not only pretty big and probably weight a little bit more too than an average newborn. If its okay with you would it be possible for you to write a little story maybe add a little bit of angst? (Idk like argument about something that made the reader really sad?) but please a happy ending 🥹

Feel free to ignore if thats not your thing or just not feeling comfortable writing about it!! LOVE YOUU!! Btw sorry for any misspelling English is not my first language.

First of, as a not native English speaker, your English is perfect.

And second, thank you for your kind words, it really encourages me to keep writing and also boosts my ego 😁

You asked in such a nice and respectful way so I really want to make you happy.

Now here's the thing, I'm an adult with lots of responsibilities and sometimes adulting makes me tired, like last night when I was trying to finish this but I fell asleep and I woke up this morning to find half of my writing disappeared, it just vanished 🥲

But I'll give you this to munch on and I promise I'll finish this before the end of the week.

I hope this is what you were expecting... Enjoy 🫶

A little over 700 words.

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You stood in front of the sink of your bathroom, holding a pregnancy test on your shaky hands, two little red lines staring right back at you.

How did this happen? How would you tell him? He doesn't want kids, he made it clear from the beginning and you accepted it without a fuss, that's why you've been taking your pills diligently every day, you didn't forget one, did you?... No, you know you didn't, how did this happen?

"You okay there, love?" Simon knocks on the bathroom door and you jump in surprise, like a child that's been caught red handed.

"Y-yes Si, j-just give me a minute... I'll be right there." Your period is about three weeks late so you bought a pregnancy test, your best friends advice, it wouldn't hurt, it was just to make sure, you certainly were not expecting this.

You hid the test on the cabinet under the sink and washed your face before coming out.

It's been a week since your ob-gyn confirmed a six weeks pregnancy and you still haven't found the courage nor the right time to break the news to Simon, so when he gets a call from Price to get deployed on a long mission you fear it would be too late by the time he comes back.

One month at most he said when he kissed you goodbye almost two months ago, you are 16 weeks into your pregnancy and your bump is starting to show, which only adds to your anxiety, between the morning sickness and your hormones being all over the place you still haven't figured out how to tell him.

As you ponder how to break the news to him, you realize that a simple phone call wouldn't suffice. With him stationed on the other side of the globe, risking his life every day, you hesitate to burden him further. At the same time, you know it wouldn't be ideal for him to return home and suddenly find you waddling around with a baby bump.

So you stay quiet and whenever he calls and asks why you sound so exhausted you blame it on your job, you say you are just stressed out, and he promises he'll take care of you once he's back, he'll relieve you from the stress the way you like it, the way only he knows how to.

You are laying on the couch wearing Simon's t-shirt, stuffing yourself with your favorite ice cream and watching trash tv when you hear fumbling outside your front door before it swings open, a very rugged Simon stands in the threshold , you curse under your breath, he didn't say he was coming home the last time you talked on the phone three days ago so you stand there and look at him overly conscious of the bump hiding under his t-shir and you thank the heavens he is a big man, you think the loose fit of his T-shirt would buy you time, your ice cream long forgotten in the coffee table.

He walks towards you with long strides as he pulls his balaclava over his head running his fingers through his messy hair and you shy away, you step back and freeze, eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights, he stops in his tracks and tilts her head, his eyebrows pinch as his eyes linger on your midsection and you know you're fucked, he noticed, how wouldn't he, and you hope and pray he'd say something, anything, but he doesn't, he turns on his heels ready to walk out.

"Simon wait!" You call for him and he stops, his hand lingers on the door knob, "I can explain, please just hear me out" your voice cracks and you wish you had been brave enough to tell him before, you know about his childhood and his trauma, you know his struggles and why he didn't want children in the first place, he trusted you and you broke his trust, you deceived him from the moment you found out you were pregnant and decided to keep it to yourself because you were too scared to trust him back.

"Explain what?" He shouts turning around and walking towards you again, your hands fly to your belly instinctively, protective. You lower your head, eyes glued to the floor, ashamed.

#simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #ghost cod #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x pregnant reader #angst?#mrsrileywrites

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37-children-of-the-dreams · 4 months ago

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Zenless Zone Zero Tier List Based On The Agent's Families

This is based on whether the current agents are orphans or if they're not orphans. Feel free to say there's a chance I'm wrong.

Tier 1 (Not Orphans): 1. Miyabi still has her father. 2 Lucy, Rina, and Zhu Yuan still have their parents (even if Lucy is estranged from her parents). 3. Seth is currently the only male with both parents.

Tier 2 (Orphan): 1. Soukaku may have been adopted by Yanagi, but only as her sister, not daughter, and her bio family died during the war. 2. Caesar's parents died when she was a child leaving her to be raised by Big Daddy. 3. Grace lost her parents in Hollow incidents. 4. Koleda's mom died when she was young and Khors got murdered (oof). 5. We saw Nekomata's adopted dad turn into an Ethereal, nuff said. 6. Nicole was an orphan but then got adopted, but then she ran away, which might mean she's back to being an orphan? IDK.

Tier 3 (Possibly an orphan): 1. Belle and WIse never say anything about their bio family, only their mother figure who is currently missing. 2. Harumasa was abandoned by his bio family with no idea what happened to them, and then he had to put down his adopted father (oof). 3. The devs kinda retcon giving Lighter a last name (it was originally Lorenz from the leaks) and I am scared to know why after knowing Lighter's backstory. 4. Lycaon's past only showed his ex and the place they used to live, and he doesn't say anything about his bio family. 5. Considering Anby was found by Nicole in a dangerous area with no idea of her past, and S11 often goes on dangerous missions, they're probably orphans (I think these two are also sisters, but like their parents have to be dead for them to go off on life or death missions).

Tier 4 (Where are the relatives?): 1. Piper, Corin, and Ellen have been mentioned as having family, so where are they? 2. Jane is a secret agent, so no info on her family, but we don't know if she's an orphan. 3. Burnice, Ben, and Anton haven't said anything about their families, but we can't count out that they possibly have family members. 4. I didn't know how to get a character between tiers (T4 and T3) because Yanagi probably has family other than Soukaku, but she's also a former soldier from possibly the Obsidian Division (S11's Division) so she might not have one.

Tier 5 (Can they have parents?): Since both Billy and Qingyi are Intelligent Constructs, can they even have parents? Do creators even count as parents? Qingyi possibly had a creator, but we don't know. Actually, Billy doesn't even remember his creators... (Damn, Billy might be an orphan).

Tier 6 (Upcoming Agents): Both Astra and Evelyn are upcoming agents, so we have no info on their families as of now.

I probably will create another one when 2.0 or 2.4 drops because then there will be new characters as well as updated family history.

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talaok · 2 years ago

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In control

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: Joel is the boss of a group of criminals in the QZ, and you're his little bunny everyone knows better than to look at, but Joel seems to have forgotten who's really in control, so you decide to remind him.

warnings: as always this is just porn so...smut| restraints (idk man he's handcuffed), teasing, f masturbation, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, praising, pet naming, and lots of daddy kink of course

btw this is the third part to this but it can be read alone

It all started with one simple sentence.

"You do as I say, bunny, I'm in control here"

That's what Joel had told you last night when you were teasing him a little too much and his patience was running thin.

And sure... in the moment it was hot and made you comply immediately, but as you finally got ready to go to bed...those words echoed in your mind over and over, so much that you couldn't fall asleep.

The thing was that, yes, you did do as he said most of the time, especially when it came to the bedroom, but you did so because you wanted to, not because he had all the power.

Hell no. It was the exact opposite.

You held all the power.

the real power

And as much as you were certain both of you knew that, after last night... you couldn't help but wonder if he was starting to forget

And what do you do when someone forgets something?

You remind them, of course

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You knew he was coming even before he opened the door.

it was hard to miss the sound his boots made with each step. It always amazed you how every single part of him, (his walk, his talk, his demeanor) was rough, but all he's ever been to you was soft, well...except for the times where you didn't want him to be.

"I'm home" he called, as he closed the door behind him and took off his shoes.

You were practically vibrating from how excited you were.

"Hey there," you said nonchalantly as you walked into the living room.

And the moment he saw you- the moment he saw you he looked ready to faint and jump your bones at the same time.

You had put on those tiny white lace panties and matching bra he'd gifted you a little while ago.

Only that

"Did you have a good day?" you asked, biting your lip as you met him halfway, being that he was already stalking towards you.

"It just got a hell of a lot better" he murmured, wasting no time before taking hold of each side of your head and meeting his lips with yours.

"What did I do to deserve this?" he asked, eyeing your outfit

You shrugged "I just wanted to surprise you"

He smirked, picking you up without so much as a warning.

"Well you did bunny" he muttered, in between kisses "Surprised me real good"

He was already hard, his cock was straining against his jeans and you could feel it right against your core.

"Been thinking about you all day, baby" he breathed, as his lips took hold of every piece of skin they could access "And then I come home and find you like this?" he smirked "You might just kill me one of these days, my heart it's not as strong a it used to be, I'm an old man sweetheart"

You giggled, a part of you forgetting your mission for tonight.

"You're not old daddy"

"No, then what am I?" he asked as he kicked the door to the bedroom open.

"Very handsome"

A soft chuckle left his lips

"Well played" he kissed you, as he sat on the bed with you now straddling his lap.

You had put on a red lipstick and it was now smeared all over his mouth too.

His hands were on your ass, guiding you to grind onto him, and forcing a whimper out of your throat.

"god I love the little sounds you make f'me bunny" he groaned, "wish I could listen to them all day" he murmured as he took you by surprise, and in a matter of seconds you were pinned down beneath him, his whole body caging yours.

"Daddy" you whined, as his fingers started to graze against your belly towards the hem of your panties.

His hum was muffled by his work on your neck.

Oh how easy it would have been to just abort your mission and let him take care of you like you knew he was about to.

But a part of you, a part of you still wanted to see the look on his face when he realized what was happening.

and that part of you won.

"Daddy wait" you murmured

"What is it, sweetheart?" he asked, raising his head to look at you.

"I just- I want to take care of you today," you said sweetly, batting your eyelashes.

A smirk pulled at his lips

"Yeah?"

"yes daddy"

"And how would you like to do that?" he taunted

You bit your lip, hiding the grin underneath them "You'll see"

It took a moment for him to agree, but seeing how eager you were at the prospect he didn't have it in him to say no.

"alright" he nodded

A wide smile rose to your lips

"Lay down" you instructed.

And with a groan, he did.

His head was resting on a pillow, and his whole body was now at your disposal.

You took your time getting on top of him, and once again, you felt every cell in your body jump from the excitement.

You smiled as you let your hands explore his chest, still covered by an old flannel.

His hands immediately went to your waist, but you stopped him just in time.

"na-ah" you shook your head "no touching"

He cocked an eyebrow, but let you do your thing as you placed his arms back on each side of him.

Your eyes found his, and as you only found lust and restraint in his, you were sure he could see something else spark in the back of yours, so before he could have time to ask you what exactly that was, you started undoing his shirt, kissing any new piece of skin you uncovered, until his whole broad chest was on display, and his cock was painfully hard.

You stifled a laugh, if only he knew what was about to happen...

"Bunny" he groaned, trying to grind against you "you're killin' me here"

"But Daddy" you pouted, starting to gently stroke his arms "I haven't done anything yet"

"Yeah baby" he chuckled, as you took hold of his wrists, slowly moving his arms above his head, and grinding onto him at the same time so as to distract him "That's the problem"

"'m sorry" you murmured, ghosting his lips "I'll do something now, close your eyes"

"Close my eyes?"

"yes daddy"

And if he hadn't been so completely hypnotized by you and the feel of you, he would have noticed the sound of metal against metal coming from behind him... but as I said, Joel was a bit preoccupied at the moment.

"Alright," he obeyed, closing his eyes.

Now was the time, so as quickly as you could, you wrapped each of his wrists in the cuffs you had hidden, and secured them, being careful not to make them too tight.

You already were gonna torture him, double torture would just have been cruel.

"wha-" his eyes opened immediately as he realized what had happened "bunny..." he growled, now a tint of anger in his tone "What did you do?"

You bit your lips as you watched him struggle beneath you

One of your fingers went to trace his jawline, stroking his beard at the same time.

He really was handsome...

"I think you know what I did" you smiled

"take them off right now baby" he ordered "or I'm gonna spank that pretty ass of yours until every inch of it is red"

You could only smirk in response.

"Where did you even get these?"

"I asked one of your men for a favor..." you explained, caressing his pecs

"Who?"

"Why?" you teased

"I'll need to have a talk with him"

You giggled "A talk... sure" you mocked, before bending down to kiss him, tasting all the frustration and arousal on his tongue.

"What's this about?" he asked once you leaned away.

Now was your time to shine.

"You think you're in control here?" you asked, looking him right in the eyes.

"Take these cuffs off and we'll see who's in control"

You chuckled, rolling your hips on his crotch and making a strangled groan flee his lips.

"no no now" you tutted "Here's how this is gonna work" you explained "I'm not gonna touch you... or make you feel good in any way, until I hear you begging for me," you said "Until you say please"

He watched you, his chest heaving with each deep breath he took.

"oh baby you're in so much trouble"

You smiled "It's easy really" you sweet talked "Just beg me"

He chuckled "You know I'm not gonna do that"

You faked a pout, even though you knew damn well that's what he was gonna say.

"That's too bad" you cooed, as you climbed off of him "'cause I'm just so wet already... and I was really in the mood" you continued, now sitting on the bed "so if you're not up for the job... I guess I'm gonna have to do it myself"

"bunny don't you dare-"

You didn't pay his protests any mind as you took one pillow and propped it behind your head as you lay down in front of him.

You watched as his eyes went wide with anger and his hands desperately tried to free themself.

"y/n" he called your name with a sternness you hadn't heard in a while.

He used your name only when he was really pissed off

"What daddy?" you asked innocently, as you slowly spread your legs, giving him a full view of what he was missing "you don't like it when I touch myself?"

You hooked your fingers in your panties, gradually taking them off until you could discard them on the floor with just a flick of your ankle.

"you know I don't" he growled again.

You smiled as you brought two of your own fingers to your mouth, and without breaking eye contact, gently started sucking on them, wanting them to get as wet as possible.

"mhh" you hummed, watching as he fought his restraints.

"You know you could stop this any time you want" you reminded him, unhurriedly bringing your fingers to your core "You just have to beg"

You waited for him to cave, but all he said was

"I'm gonna make you pay for this bunny"

You let out a low sigh "that's not how you beg daddy" you scolded, starting to slowly circle your clit and causing a soft moan to leave your chest as you shut your eyes.

You could hear his heavy breathing as you started to go faster and faster, and when your fingers traveled downwards, finding your entrance, it was like you could physically feel the anger emanating from him.

You spread your legs even more as you sank your fingers inside of you, having to bite down on your lower lip to stifle an even louder moan.

"feels so good daddy" you whined, as you curled them into your g-spot "so good" you moaned, as he watched every single motion of yours, desperate and mesmerized at the same time.

You let your left-hand travel to your tits, reaching into one of your bra cups until your boob had spilled and you could stroke and grab at it however you wanted, heightening your pleasure.

"Don't you wish you were the one doing this to me?" you teased, as you continued fingering yourself.

Your fingers felt very diffrent from what you were used to

"I know you do," he said "I know those tiny little fingers of yours don't come close to my cock, and you know it too bunny"

"oh trust me" you moaned, fastening your pace just to piss him off "T-they do the job just fine"

"fuck" he groaned "bunny c'mon"

And there it was, his tone had changed, it was softer now, more pleading.

"What?" you teased, your mouth open as you sucked in ragged little breaths "You want me to stop?"

You could feel your orgasm coming, your legs were stretching desperately across the bed as the sound of your slick cunt filled the room and Joel's poor ears.

"Yeah I do" he breathed

"Are you gonna beg?" you asked, building your climax

"I know you want this cock baby"

"That doesn't sound like begging to me" A wicked smile pulled at your lips, as your thumb reached for your clit, making you cry out.

"Oh fuck Daddy" you whined "'m coming" you quickened your pace "I'm-I'm"

"bunny don't even think about-"

but before he could get the full sentence out you were already moaning so loudly any words of him would have been just washed away.

"oh shit" you smiled through a sigh "that felt good"

"yeah? you know what would feel even better?" he asked, watching you crawl closer to him "having my cock deep inside that tight pussy"

"oh yeah that'd feel good too" you admitted, "but you know what you have to do first"

"bunny..." he groaned, as you undid his zipper and pulled down his pants and boxers at the same time before straddling him again.

Your cunt was dripping right onto his manhood, and you could see he was about to give up, so just to give him a slight push...

"whoops" you bit your lip, catching your still glistening fingers "I should probably clean these up shouldn't I?" you cooed, bringing your fingers to your mouth before abruptly stopping "Unless you want to do it..." you considered, offering him your fingers like they were an untouchable prize.

"You know damn well I do baby"

"Yeah?" you asked "All you have to do is say please"

"Bunny-"

"just say it Daddy" You grinded on his cock, making him groan louder than ever before "Just admit that you're not in control"

"fuck-fine" he sighed, making you smile so wide your cheeks hurt.

"please bunny" he murmured

"what was that?" you teased

"You're gonna make me say it again?"

"yes, and put a little enthusiasm in it too"

"or what?" he had the audacity to ask

"or..." you shifted on his lap, making him stifle a moan "I'm not riding your cock" you put simply.

"fuck ok, just- please bunny" he breathed "Please let me taste you, and please ride me, baby"

And again, you smiled wider than ever, as you finally let your fingers in his mouth.

He hummed loudly around them

"who's in control, daddy?" you asked, retracting your fingers and finally taking his cock in your hand

"You bunny, you're in control" he said with no hesitation "Fuck, you've always been"

"Now that's what I like to hear" you giggled, before ultimately sinking down onto his shaft, moaning loudly as you did.

the relief that washed over Joel almost made him pass out, your pussy was squeezing him tight, shooting pleasure through every nerve in his body, and it took all of him not to come right there and then.

"oh my god," you whimpered,

he was so deep you could feel him in your fucking belly

"fuck, you feel so good bunny" he groaned, as you started to bounce up and down his dick, crying out loud every time his cock hit that spot inside you that made you want to scream.

Your hands were firmly planted onto his chest, clawing at him like a cat.

"goddamn baby" he purred "you're so fucking tight f'me"

You could feel a bubble forming in your belly and you had to close your eyes as you started rocking back and forth, using his cock to stimulate your G-spot over and over again.

"Just for you daddy" you promised

"I know sweetheart" he groaned again "I know"

Your eyes were fluttering shut as your orgasm went to take over.

"Come for me sweetheart" he breathed, feeling your walls squeeze him even further as he lost himself in the image above him "'m right behind you" he said, pushing you over the edge.

Your mouth was open and your jaw slack as your climax spread inside of you like wildfire, and Joel... Joel couldn't hold it anymore at the sight, releasing inside of you with a roar of your name.

"fuck" you breathed heavily

"you done?" he asked, cocking a brow

"Maybe..." you smirked

"Bunny, you've tortured me enough for tonight, don't you think?"

"fine, you're right" you smiled "Let me find the keys to these things," you said, reaching to your nightstand and gently undoing the cuffs.

He groaned weakly as you freed him, massaging his own wrists.

You laid down next to him, and he took you in his arms, holding you close against him.

"Did you have fun?" he asked, as you placed your head on his chest.

"Oh yeah" you giggled "did you?" you said, looking up at him.

His not-answer was more of an answer than he could have ever given you.

"You did!" you gasped "you liked it"

"alright fine... I might have liked you taking control a little bit" he admitted "but you cuff me to the bed one more time... and you're gonna regret it bunny"

You bit your lip "Is that a challenge?"

"You just try me..."

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thatoneautisticshark · 3 months ago

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Okays for one I'm just now following and discovering your stuff and I am eating it UPPP I'm vibing with it yes!

Secondly! I loved this blurb of yours in particular! Obv feel free to ignore if you aren't up for requests or anything but I'm so down for this?? Idk how you feel about poly!141 though I think I've seen it mentioned a bit so far, but I would honestly just love to hear more of your ideas regarding that with poly 141.

Maybe Simon amd Price are the beginning of it, Price taking care of Simon and things going from there, then eventually Soap and Gaz get involved because of course they do! Maybe they fond out about Price and Simon's after mission care, maybe Ghost sees that Gaz is beyond stressed and tells him he should go to Price for 'help'! Maybe there could be a litttttle hint of angst and Soap having self esteem issues and he gets a little withdrawn because he can tell something is going on with the others that he isn't a part of, but he doesn't know what, Price would fix that real quick and make sure Soap feels loved and included. They all end up taking care of and looking after eachother, they're used to looking after one another but now there's more to it! They all end up involved with eachother and they get a happy ending because I (and the entire community) say so.

Also random bit of talk, but I just love the idea of 141 retiring together from the military, living together, even working together still! Coffee/tea shop for shits and giggles of course, but I think maybe something like a mechanics shop or even some construction or renovation stuff would suit them more! They're used to keeping busy and using their hands, fixing problems, they do well with the labor involved it's what they're used to.

Anyways!!!! Just thought I'd word vomit all of this out there lmfao, sorry for the novel written 🤣😭 I haven't touched Tumblr in a while which is crazy bc the cod men have not left my brain since I was last here. Anyways!!!! I hope you have a wonderful day thank you for reading this far!!!

hehehe! Thank you so much! I'm glad people are enjoying. None of my baby soap yet, but I wanted to post this before I go to

bed :3

Gaz was the first to know what was happening between his lieutenant and captain, having had the … misfortune, although he wouldn't really call it that, of walking in on Ghost with price's dick in his mouth.

He hadn't even realised it was Ghost at first, with no mask on, and Jesus he was pretty.

And Price all flushed, and god the size of his dick. Gaz was happy for them obviously. But he couldn't say he wasn't a bit jealous.

Not of one or the other in particular, he'd love to be in either of their positions. But it wasn't a clawing nasty jealousy.He didn't get sour seeing them together.

It was just more of a, ‘Well buggar’ I can't get with either now. But all in all, Gaz didn't give a shit, he was happy they were happy.

But right now, he didn't want to think about it, his brain would twist it. He was sitting out by one of the fields in the rain. Just needing the fresh air, the getaway, something.

All the back to back missions, and then family drama did not have him in the best headspace, he was tired and exhausted and just wanted to shut his fucking brain down.

He was so in his head, he didn't even notice Ghost coming up beside him, until a large warm hand was on his shoulder, causing him to jump.

“Alright Kyle?”the voice came soft.

Gaz froze, unsure how to answer, he couldn't exactly be honest, but he didn't want to lie.

He hated lying to those he cared about.“Uhm…. Debatable?”

The hand in his shoulder moved to his hair. “Hm, how about we don't debate your mental state, and instead get you inside and dry.” It was phrased as a suggestion, but Gaz knew it was an order.

He nodded mutely, allowing Ghost to pull him up to his feet. A hand on the small of his back, leading him. Well that was certainly the intention. For Gaz currently it was much more of a grounding force. Had that touch not been there, he genuinely thought he might have burst into tears.

He barely realised where they were going until they were within the Superior officers building, but… they weren't going to Ghosts room?Gaz frankly didn't have the energy to question it. He trusted Ghost, whatever he was doing, Gaz would follow.

He blinked as Ghost led him into Price's room. He hadn't been in here much.but it was cosy, warm toned, many pillows around, blackout curtains, a few candles. All together something that already made Gaz want to relax.

Even as he shivered from the chill settling in. He had no clue why he was being brought here, but didn't argue. Price looked up from his bed, his eyes narrowing, at the state of Gaz.

He was pretty sure he looked shit. Eyes were probably red from crying, whole body drenched and shivering, being led by Ghost.He probably looked pathetic as fuck.

And now his captain was seeing this.

Before his thoughts could spiral more, Price stood up, walking over.Gaz wasn't quite sure what he expected, but it wasn't Price's warm hands gently cupping his face, thumbs rubbing his cheeks.

And it especially wasn't the soft coo “Aw… sweet boy, your soaking. Come on, what's happening?” As the rough hands tugged him gently towards the couch. He vaguely registered that Ghost followed, the hand on his back not moving even as he was sat on the couch. It still being a warm, grounding weight.

Price knelt In Front of him, a hand on his thigh “How long were you in the rain love? You’re freezing cold.” Gaz couldn't even put together enough words to explain, he honestly wasn't sure.

Luckily Ghost spoke. “I know he was out there for at least an hour. The idiot” The last sentence was said fondly.

Price winced. “No wonder you are fully drenched, love. Come on” Price's calloused hands slide under the sergeants shirt. “You'll catch a cold” he murmured before directing his attention to Ghost “Si, you know where my spares are”

Gaz was so out of it, he barely registered he whined slightly when Ghost stood, stopping rubbing his back. Price immediately shushed him, in that same gentle quiet tone. “Shh relax darling, he is just grabbing something for me yeah?”

His tone was soft as he pulled Gaz's shirt off, chucking it aside. His hands trailing the skin warming it up, and gently soothing the younger man.

Soon Ghost returned, slipping one of Price's larger shirts over Gaz's head, and then slipping a larger soft pair of track pants onto him as well.

Gaz simply moved where they prompted, trusting them, as they dressed him in warm, dry clothes.He still wasn't sure what he expected but it wasn't both men then standing and sitting on either side, but he was too tired to question it and just melted against them.

Price voice was sweet like honey in his ear. “That's it Lovie. Settle down, it's okay”Gaz's eyes absently tracked over to Ghost, trying to get a glimpse of his expression.

His… boyfriend? Sex partner? Whatever was calling Gaz love. Was he not bothered?Ghost seemed to immediately understand the look, one of his unique skills. “We aren't monogamous, you know? I mean we don't even technically have a label on it, but price makes really good stress relief, if you like subbing.”

Gaz blinked, finally speaking for the first time since entering the room “I.. are you.. encouraging me to fuck him??”

His lieutenant shrugged “Not necessarily fuck, but he is good. Even if you keep all your clothes on, he can get you relaxed and in a sweet headspace, and you clearly need something Kyle”

They weren't monogamous? Not only that, Ghost was encouraging it, and price wasn't arguing? Gaz felt like his head might explode, he couldn't believe it.

He definitely wanted to.. but.. he didn't want to leave Ghost's side. And then that fucking power of Ghosts kicked in again.

“I can stay, Kyle. I don't have to go anywhere” At the nod he received he continued “just relax and be a good boy yeah? We'll take care of you”

Gaz had never considered himself a bottom, or submissive in any amount, he always topped. Even with soap, when they fooled round, there usually was no one in control, but if anyone was, it was Gaz.

But at those sweet, sweet words of praise, and Ghost gently tugging him onto the thick soft thighs, he melted. Fuck he would do anything they asked.

Price huffed a laugh. “Oh the sweet boy, yeah? You're gonna be so good for us” He murmured, stroking Gaz's hair.

Slowly, gaz's head started to drift off into a much nicer place. It was softer, gentler. Mission reports and recruit files fell to the wayside, briefings and emails were long forgotten.

Family drama, and exhausting missions were not even a thought as he leaned against Ghost's chest as Price's hands trailed across him, gentle.

Treating him as if he was important.A hand made it's way to his hair, he wasn't even sure whose it was, but it scratched the crown of his scalp just right.

The weight a comfort, in his damp hair. He, much to his mild dismay, began to drift off, sandwiched between the two men. He tried to fight it at first, but when Price gently rumbled at him to rest, they could continue another day, his eyes flickered shut.

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halcyone-of-the-sea · 2 years ago

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I've never asked anyone in my entire tumblr presence, I'm excited you'll be the first, even if it doesn't get done 🙏☆♡🥬

Anyways, I feel like there is a very sad amount of Soap content on here so like..idk maybe pining Soap fluff??

He's totally the type of guy to follow someone around like a lovesick puppy and everyone notices except the person of interest LOL

Congrats on the milestone btw!! You deserve it 😼😼

—Oblivious Pining

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╰┈➤ ❝ [Johnny hangs off you like a silent beast. Not that you would notice, of course.] ❞

Everyone had seen it, and at this point, it had just become painful. The soft, gentle eyes—the instantaneous smile whenever your unit showed up, your form not for a second missed to those cobalt blues. The deepening color of his cheeks was another tell, along with how he would clear his throat whenever your eye caught his, quickly looking away as if a teenager sneaking glances at his crush.

Which was what precisely was happening, actually—minus the teenager part.

But the worst of it was that you had absolutely no clue.

Perhaps it was because you’d grown so used to his teasing attitude, or even his touches or his open expressions, but you, truly, hadn’t the faintest clue that those actions were Johnny’s way of saying he was interested in you. You went about your joint missions together, touching shoulders and smiling widely, and everyone was about ready to go right back to war just so the two of you could stop it with the puppy eyes already.

“I’m losing my mind,” Gaz utters, blinking in rapid succession at the two forms as they walk side by side across the tarmac. “I am absolutely losing my damn mind.” The exasperation can be taken and scooped with a spoon. The Sergeant gestures with his hand. “Are they bloody blind? Both of them?”

“Seems like it,” the Captain grunts, eyes narrowed and arms crossed as Soap’s hand comes up and ruffles your hair, you swat him away and playfully punch his shoulder. The Scot fake balks back in imaginary pain.

Price rubs a hand over his beard with a sigh as Ghost blankly stares from behind them, leaning back against the base’s walls. The Lieutenant breathes out, “Fuckin’ hell. Gonna be dead ‘fore these bastards figure it out.”

Your unit was sharing most of the same looks, rolling their eyes and placing bets once more on whether one of you would make a move. Across the way your face is comfortably heated, heart hammering and yearning for something more. Johnny thinks the same as he chuckles, one hand going to itch at the side of his head.

“Well, it was more than good to see you again, Dearie.” He says, and you huff a laugh. “There’s nothing better than watchin’ you work, eh?”

It’s a tease laced with truth, and you shift your feet, trying to hide the sudden flip of your intestines.

“Quit it, MacTavish,” your smile is infectious, and you send a glance at the setting sun before your smirk gradually grows. “In my opinion, you all hot and sweaty beats that out of the park.”

“Oh, aye,” the Scot cockily tilts his head, raising a brow as his stubble moves back. “Know it does.”

You chuff, head looking away in childish glee. “You’re impossible.”

“Ah,” he licks his lips, leaning back on his heels. “Don’t worry now, Little Lady, I’m all yours to figure out—I promise.” The flirting was a constant from both parties, and neither of you tired of it.

A small silence grew, and over the course of the last month or so, the pauses had become more and more frequent when the want to speak prevailed, but no one knew what exactly to say. You both blink at one another, noticing that you’ve both been staring heavily.

Johnny’s throat clears, and he licks his lips before quickly looking away; you awkwardly chuckle and decide that his vest is the most interesting thing in the world.

Both small teams want to bash their heads into a wall.

“I’ll be seeing you?” Johnny sighs softly, speaking as his accent grows deeper with thought. He wanted to scold himself for his cowardness but had no idea that you were doing the same.

“Of course,” you nod firmly. “I’m not as big of a fool to ignore my favorite Demolitions Expert.”

“You’re makin’ go all shy now, ya little beast,” Johnny levels, his cheeks gaining a reddish hue.

You spare a laugh, and that silence once more returns. He wants to tell you, but he’s not sure how, and that itself makes his body tense with indecision—tell you the truth, or live with his own hesitation on your answer. Spare the man, he was too blind to see how much you already adored him.

Blinking away, you clench your jaw and hold out your hand. “Until next time, Sergeant.”

Johnny smiles lightly, eyes going soft. There were so many things he’d accomplished in his life by running head-long into them; by barging down doors and thinking of an exit while his foot was already halfway outside. But this…this he didn’t mind taking his time with.

You were worth every second.

Johnny gently grasps your hand, squeezing it as he hums, lips twitching. The teams would have to wait in their annoyance for another day.

“Until next time, Dearie. Don’t be a stranger.”

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omegastation · 10 months ago

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Hi. I haven’t used Tumblr in such a long time. It's kinda weird. Last time was two years ago...

I went to Valencia in Spain a few months later. Some parts of it reminded me of the Citadel. I wanted to write about it here, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t really come back here because I couldn’t play the game. I couldn’t concentrate at all, couldn’t finish a simple mission, couldn’t just “play”. I’m still in my first Legendary playthrough if you can believe it. I was losing something that brought me joy and didn’t really know what to do.

And the long story short about my time away: I got a Master’s degree while still working (evening & weekend classes). It’s fairly recent, I learned in June that I got a "Grande Distinction" (with great distinction? idk how to translate it well in English, it's just one of the highest marks). So that was nice :)

Less nice: I got a severe pulmonary embolism in November. My lungs are okay but I have to deal with daily hyperventilation now, which means I’m quite tired and need to make an appointment soon for respiratory physiotherapy. If you’re wondering, I don’t smoke and I’m fairly active. What else? I’m about to self-publish (finally!!!) my collection of short stories in French. Mom helped me yesterday, we ordered printed books. So I'm still writing. Reading and knitting all the time. And I’m still working at the same job I was working at, and I’m happy there, though it can be demanding and I have to be careful not to overwork myself.

In the end, I did manage to come back to the game and finish a mission. Not only that, but I played more missions, and that was a real "omg I can do it" moment. And the more I play, the more I want to talk about it. So there you have it, I hope I can come back and just try to enjoy myself in a chill way. I don't know how long, we'll see. I think time has helped me, at least, to look at things differently. I don't want to feel any type of obligation. I want to do things for fun because it's fun, and let that be enough.

It’s been so long, the fandom has probably changed a lot. Some people might be gone. I’ll reintroduce myself one way or another, but right now I’ll just find stuff I like to reblog and talk about all the ideas that come to mind. Bear with me if it has been said recently or so many times before. I just feel like starting all over again and I missed a lot of posts. My memory isn't what it's used to be either tbh...

Finally, I hope you’re all doing well. Thank you to the people who sent me messages. One person wrote that they missed me. I don’t know who they are, it was anon, but that really moved me, because I really did miss this community and all the discussions we had. I also miss, as always, Dustie who has been gone for a while now.

Anyway. Thank you.

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ukranianacearo · 3 months ago

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Hii, can I ask for death the kid x fem reader that likes pissing kid off? Like making her whole entire being symmetrical but at the end, kid still manages to fall for her <3

She's crazy but, she's mine

Fem!Reader

Tw: second-hand embarrassment, maybe but, overall, its chill

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Death, the kid x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: She makes Kid cringe like a spur candy, and also just like a sour candy, Kid can't stop himself from liking her

Author's note: We don't talk about the title. Iykyk, but anyway. Sorry for taking so much time to write this, I just didn't know what to write about this. I do have some ideas, but I'm not too sure about how to write them as a story, so I'll just do head canons about that. I hope you still enjoy it and there might be grammatical mistakes. More undercut!

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ꨄ︎ He is just SO pissed when he sees you

ꨄ︎ Depending of the context of the situation, he may or may not start ranting to you about how you're so asymmetrical and unbalanced

ꨄ︎ You're most certainly are just giggling like a maniac at that

ꨄ︎ From then on, you make an extra effort to piss him off

ꨄ︎ Glasses? Different shapes.

ꨄ︎ Piercings? Different accessories/colors/places

ꨄ︎ Clothes? Different patterns on each side.

ꨄ︎ Pants or skirt? Different sizes on each size

ꨄ︎ You get the idea.

ꨄ︎ It just physically ruins his day and he has to stop himself from ranting about it every single time

ꨄ︎ Tries to avoid you so much, just to make life easier

ꨄ︎ But his father, for some reason, decides to pair you up for missions a lot

ꨄ︎ From what he's heard, it is to "teach him about patience and control his focus"

ꨄ︎ After some time though, he gets used to you

ꨄ︎ Still pissed off every time he sees you with everything asymmetrical but, you're a routine now

ꨄ︎ This is a very slow process though, so be patient

ꨄ︎ Or just like annoying people, idk, you decide

ꨄ︎ After a long time, he'll realize how used he got to you

ꨄ︎ But, he'll need a push for that

ꨄ︎ Like you being gone on a mission for long, or you being in lethal danger

ꨄ︎ Also, bonus point if the lethal wounds come from the battle with his brother

ꨄ︎ Or something similar

ꨄ︎ That might be the moment he'll realize that even you are mortal. That you'll die one day but, he'll continue on living for centuries

ꨄ︎ And he can't just die and not leave someone else to take his post, he's the next Lord of Death

ꨄ︎ When you recover or come back, he will be more patient with you

ꨄ︎ Still, he'll ask you to tone down the asymmetrical thing

ꨄ︎ He'll try to not press on I if you say no but, will appreciate if you tone it down even a little bit

ꨄ︎ After that, you two might start getting closer

ꨄ︎ It's still a slow process tho, be patient

ꨄ︎ Eventually, he might fall for you, and if you do too, you two will start dating

ꨄ︎ I'm not really sure who will ask the other one out first

ꨄ︎ May be him, because he's much more aware of the time you two have together is short

ꨄ︎ Or maybe it's you, for whatever reason, be it because of the same reason, might be because you're more confident, you chose

ꨄ︎ The time you two have together will be priceless to him

ꨄ︎ I'm sure that even after you die, he still thinks of you

ꨄ︎ Either keeps all the stuff because of your memories, or gets rid of all of it for the unbearable pain that he feels when he remembers that you're dead

ꨄ︎ But even though you two seem like complete opposites, you both still love each other

ꨄ︎ Also, about the kids, I think he might be open to a lot of options, but will prefer 1 or 2 kids

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I'm sorry this took so long 🙂 I hope you liked it at least. Also, for some reasons, my asks have been more filled since last post. I'm not sure how fast I'll be able to do them, I have exams now. But like, I have them almost all the time. I will try my best

#anime #manga #anime x reader #dtk #death the kid #death the kid x reader #soul eater #soul eater x reader #manga x reader

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velveteenoutlaw · 16 days ago

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people that say Arthur and John hated each other were not playing the same Red Dead i did. i don't think they even disliked each other.

like there’s concern on Arthur’s face when he hands John off to Javier once they find him. sure he's being a smart ass the whole time, but the second John's back is to him, he's got these damn puppy eyes.

at the start of Who the Hell is Leviticus Cornwall? Arthur's checking on John. the only people in the cabin are Swanson, John, and Arthur. they have a few lines of dialog before Dutch comes barging in, A: "You're still here, then?" J: "I owe you." A: "And you'll pay me...but for the moment, just rest." there was literally no venom in Arthur's greeting to John. like at all. was it sarcastic? sure. but that's all it was. and the way Arthur says just rest is so damn soft. i would have loved more than three lines of dialog between them, but alas. Dutch. just found it of note that Arthur will check up on John, but only when there's no one else around. can't let the others know he still cares about that dumbass.

some of their exchanges can be read as "mean-spirited", but i think Arthur is just...kind of mean. every time Arthur takes a jab, John ignores it and continues their conversation like it's normal. i think that's just how John and Arthur interact. which honestly makes sense for two guys that have known each other for ~15 years.

Arthur is a grouchy bastard for the whole duration of Paying a Social Call, and John even comments to Kieran that if Arthur treats his friends like this, imagine how he treats his enemies. i think Arthur was acting like a banty and puffing out his chest to intimidate Kieran more than anything.

BUT (ok this may be a reach here) Arthur didn't deny him and John being friends, which is something Arthur has absolutely no issue correcting if he feels differently. and here would have been an opportune moment to get one last jab in on John, but he didn't. it was almost like John and Arthur were playing off of each other in the moment: Arthur throws the initial punch, John brushes it off, instead of changing the subject/tone to more joking—Arthur keeps going, John does get a little heated but then makes the remark about friends and enemies. it felt like a show, ooh look how big and bad our enforcer is.

i think the best display of their relationship is the mission The Sheep and the Goats.

John could have gotten Javier, Bill, hell maybe even Hosea to rustle some sheep, but he chose Arthur.

there's a bit of a power play between them the whole time, John is being cagey and evasive about what exactly the plan is, and at the first opportunity Arthur is taking control over the job.

they argue, but it's short lived and neither seem to put much heart into it. Arthur even voices something that could be seen as doubt in Dutch's abilities to John. J: "Dutch says that we—" A: "Dutch says a lot. Now, that's his gift...saying things." J: "Oh yeah? What do you mean by that?" A: "I was the prize pony once, now I'm the workhorse. Listen. Dutch is...but...but, well...you was at that thing in Blackwater."

overall the job goes smoothly. they work well together. even when dealing with the man at the stockyards they work well together. Arthur tries to throw his weight around, and John shuts him down before Arthur can push a little too hard.

i've said it before, but the scene where Cornwall's men have Strauss and John, the way John looks to Arthur—gets me every time. there's irritation on John's face, but not panic. he trusts that Arthur won't let him die.

idk i think a lot of it is that Arthur is the ultimate grudge holder. and i think that John turning tail and running made Arthur face the fact that he isn't any better than John. Arthur was a garbage father, that did pretty much the same thing. only Eliza and Isaac didn't have an entire gang to fall back on, it was probably just her providing and the few bucks Arthur would give her every couple of months.

with how comfortable Abigail is with asking Arthur for things with Jack, i would assume Arthur took on a role that could loosely be labeled "father" in John's absence (and i doubt any of the other men [except Hosea] would be willing to do that).

ok i got off track.

i never felt like their relationship or interactions were anything other than sarcastic banter between old friends. old friends that aren't as close as they used to be, but still they trust each other with their lives.

there might be a little rivalry between them, but i think it's mostly because they're both stubborn, arrogant bastards. and i'm sure Dutch helped fan the flame with their rivalry when it suited him, shifting his favor from Arthur to John.

there's a rift there, and Arthur doesn't let John forget it. John can hardly get a thank you out when Arthur helps him get Jack back, so something like an apology/heart to heart with Arthur is out of the realm of possibility. so they're stuck in this awkward in-between.

friends, but not really. close, but not too close. rivals, but only on the surface.

#no one can ever convince me they hated each other #and it's not the morston brainrot talking i swear #ok maybe a little morston brainrot #i've been like #really sick the last week #and thinking about Them™️#anyway #i love them 💖#morston #rdr2 #arthur morgan #john marston #meta

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spyxfamilyanalysis · 1 month ago

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SPY x FAMILY Chapter 114 SPOILERS

So it's out a few days already, this time, focuses on more on the Briar family!

Well, it's exactly more about Yuri's pov about Yor! :)))

Morning-Noon: Negotiation for unrelated reasons (?) -> Tired :")))

But that tireness can't stop him from Yor's "date", yeah, he elaborated that TOO much :))) typical Yuri :>

Dude, like, as if he hadn't seen her for years🤣🤣🤣

First, take her to shopping, but it kinda backfired (?) Yor takes family problems her top priority, before she herself :')

I think that ever since Yor lived with them, she starting to change a bit (and I think that's very obvious to ALL of you :))))

As a mother-figure to Anya, wife-figure to Loid, she cared so much about them, that she starting to sometimes "sacrificed" for them, to the point she doesn't know what she should get for herself.

That's why Yuri is surprised when Yor actually didn't want anything...

Yet, ofc, he still tried to invite her to a fancy restaurant :3

And Yuri overdramatic 🤣🤣🤣

"Go at it" meaning she went to 'drunk assassin' mode acidentally hit Loid 😅 not the other meaning 🥲

And why is Yuri's voice so loud :)))

As a counterintelligence agent of SSS (State Security Service), he knew mostly everthing about everyone, secret ones, too! Well, except Twilight and WISE :)

Yor really trying her best to confront Yuri and reassured that she's alright without him though😌

This is probably my favorite scene :))

Endo-sensei really know how to add piece-of-life drawings😇 making us feel like eventhough they have to do dangerous missions that could cost them their lifes, they are still human with emotions and their own "normal" life as a normal person.

This is probably everyone (especially your grandparents and parents)'s feeling when you have to go study abroad, move away, after so long... idk how your citizens of your country feels when you starting to move, but well, for me, it's something memorable🥹

After I got an official announcement that I passed and got into university in a different city from my home, we were overjoyed! I started to announce to my friends, teachers to taught me the past years to get me enroll in Medicine major! I started packing, trying to hang out more with by bestie to cover up the past times I couldn't meet her, spend more quality time with my family! Especially eating out in my fav restaurants, because I know that the city where I study might not have better food than home city. And the last meal was hotpot, right before I went to the airport with my dad to settle things in at my relatives' home in the other city once we arrived. It didn't ended up in tears, but in joy, actually. Because my mom contacted me almost everyday how I'm doing and sorts :)) But ofc, I knew that when I'm settled, dad will return home, and I know I will be homesick :")) And my parents and younger sis gonna miss me :"))) @chinp-mint my younger sis won't have anyone else to help her with her homework :")) Mom won't have me to assist her in the kitchen when cooking :) Dad's always busy with meetings and all... But I know we have to get used to it sooner or later :)))

Why Yuri looked so cute in this panel 😭🥺

oh, he's back now with the rampage :DDDD

And their hometown is finally mentioned after a while... I remember their home was first mentioned when Yor first learned cooking from her colleague, Camilla.

I love those sweet moments of the siblings~

It's such a shame that they don't allow to be together like that...

Yuri's true siscon form :")) (well at least he's at least better than Kyoichiro from Mission: Yozakura Family)

Ah ha! New ship unlocked: Yuri x Chloe :))))

Edit: Check how many times he created noise pollution :)))

He's really tryin to win her over :")) Actually a very good younger brother! Though he's a bit dramatic :")))

#spy x family #spy family #spy x family analysis #spy family manga #spyfamily #spyxfamily #spy x family manga #spy x family manga spoilers #spy x family spoilers #chapter 114 #spy x family yor #yor #yor briar #yor briar forger #yor forger #yuri briar #yuri x chloe

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animeomegas · 6 days ago

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Hellooo! How’s it going?!

I’m always anxious about commenting and stuff like this…but I wanted to say that I really like your writing it’s always enjoyable to read them! ��

I kinda have this scenario in my head for Naruto characters (preferably Itachi or Neji) what if their alpha had to leave them for years for whatever reason (like trying to protect them from something idk you can come up with that reasoning if you’d like, anyway😅) and they come back to see them again and hopefully stay and never leave cuz that would be heartbreaking. Oh oh and what if they had a pup too?! How would the interaction be like? (I want bittersweet and fluff mix but up to you I like whatever you write if you ever write this!)

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Hey!! I'm doing well, I hope you are too!

So, my requests are closed right now, but this actually inspired me quite a bit and I wrote it in my head while I was falling asleep 😅 So I'm happy to give you the outline that I dreamt up aha.

Alpha gets called to the Hokage's office and given a special mission, one that is perfectly suited to some kind of skill set that is very rare. The mission will last 18 months.

They try to argue, after all, they have a pup who is only a year old, they'd be on this mission for more of their life than not after it's over.

They are told they have to do it, or it will be considered treason.

Alpha manages to negotiate or perhaps just gets offered a consolation award for doing it though. If they complete the mission, they will get a salary equivalent to their current one but essentially be allowed to retire early.

They will be on the reserves and occasionally get missions, but will be almost permanently in the village and still get paid for it.

So, they go home, conflicted, but ultimately with only one choice they can make.

I imagined it with Neji, so telling him does not go well. He's angry. He's supposed to parent alone and have his pup without an appa for 18 months. That's crazy! He's furious, but not at his alpha.

Alpha has one more night at home, which they spend with Neji, making him feel loved and savouring his presence.

Then they leave at first light.

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By the time they come home, they're crazy shocked at how big their daughter has got! Neji has been showing her pictures of the alpha every day so she didn't forget her appa.

They spend the whole day spoiling their pup and just basking in their family.

And then, that night, Neji has something to ask. He wants another baby.

He had planned on only one so that his daughter didn't have to compete for his attention or resources, but with both parents able to stay at home full time now, he feels confident about having a second and he's been thinking about it a lot.

So Neji wants another pup and alpha is more than down!

And I'm sure they get to trying straight away 😏

But yeah, it would be a very difficult year and a half, but maybe worth it in the long run!

That was the rough outline of my daydream haha. Feel free to send the request in again to get properly filled though, just once my requests are actually open. Shouldn't be too long tbh. I've cleared my inbox now, just working through the 20~ half finished posts in my drafts now!

#headcanons #a/b/o #omegaverse #alpha!reader #neji

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