#daisy soap

[y2kbeautyandother2000sstuff]

Bath and Body Works Happy Daisy Special Edition Soap

1990s

Found on Ebay, user treasfinds

this is so fucking cute!!! I don't remember this scent sadly.

[vampire-matcha]

Everyone always talks about John "share my wife" Price but what about Kyle "our girlfriend" Garrick???

18+

It starts with you and him on the couch together. You've got your hand in his pants and he's got his tongue down your throat. You're pumping his cock while he pants into your mouth when his phone rings- someone is video calling him. You glance at his phone sitting beside him, discarded on the couch cushion when you first crawled over to him to kiss his neck. The icon on the screen is a familiar one: a mischievous grin with a mohawk on top.

"Answer it," you say as you slide down the couch and onto your knees in front of him.

"What?" He asks, his eyes wide as saucers as you hand him the phone.

"Answer it," you say again with a devilish grin, still stroking him slowly. With a shaky breath to school his expression, he answers it.

Gaz tries his best to stay nonchalant, not even listening to Soap's chatter through the phone, but you have other plans. Gaz let's out a surprised grunt and jerks when you take his cockhead into your mouth.

"You alright mate?" Soap asks after a momentary pause.

"Yeah-yeah," Gaz answers too quickly. "Muscle spasm. Got a- ah- knot in my shoulder." You can't help but smile around his dick as you bob your head up and down his shaft. He glances down at you with a frustrated huff. Soap makes a noise on the phone.

"That's rough, mate. You should ask your girl to help you rub it out." You nearly choke at the unintended double entendre. "Where is she anyway? Wanna say hi."

"Uh... she's-" whatever half-baked excuse Gaz was about to spout off is cut off by the sudden sucking noise your lips made on "accident". Gaz freezes, looking past the phone at you, and Soap is silent on the other line. You continue to swirl your tongue around Gaz's tip.

"...Gaz?" Soap asks slowly. Gaz doesn't answer, his chest heaving in an effort to maintain his composure. "What's going on?" Gaz's eyes darted back and forth between you and the phone, silently willing you to stop so he wont get caught. Instead, you make yourself gag on his length, causing him to grunt involuntarily.

"Holy shite, Gaz... are you...?" Soap sounds suddenly breathless at the sounds he hears on his phone. They aren't unfamiliar to him, but usually they're accompanied by a little orange logo, not by his best mate on FaceTime. "Turn the camera around."

Gaz's jaw drops with a pant. Oh, he's so caught. He stares down at you, and you nod your head before sucking hard. With a shaky hand, he taps the screen, and you hear Soap groan over the speaker. You suck off Gaz's tip with a wet pop and smile.

"Hi Soap," you say conversationally, as if Gaz's cock wasn't there right in your face, as if you didn't have drool and precum dripping down your chin. You stare up into the camera phone as you stick your tongue out and lick up and down the shaft.

"Steamin' Jesus," Soap says, and there's a rustling over the speaker. "Garrick, you dog," he growls. You put on a show for him, pumping Gaz in your hand while you mouth at his balls, making him moan out loud. He's already been caught, no use hiding it anymore.

Soap gets himself off to it. You can hear his groans of pleasure over the phone mixing with Gaz's, can hear the wet sounds of him stroking himself. When you finally get Gaz to cum on your face, you smile at the pleasured moan Soap let's out. Gaz smears his cum over your lips with his thumb and with a smirk he says,

"What are you doing tonight, Tav?"

"I'll be over in an hour," Soap replies.

The three of you go at it for hours, round after round, multiple positions, every combination. And while you were the center of their attention for most of it, it was also incredible hot to watch them together, making out above you, jerking each other's cocks. By the end of the night, when everyone's needs had been met and you all were exhausted, you all agree it was the best sex of any of your lives. And you all three agree: there's no going back after this.

Soap comes over more and more often for threesomes, but a couple times it was just you and him, or him and Gaz. The three of you find a rhythm and balance together, happy and very well satisfied.

Gaz is out of the country when Ghost finds out. And. He. Is. Livid.

He'd borrowed Soap's phone for something, he doesn't remember what he needed, because once he saw the video of you and Soap on his phone he swears he saw red.

Soap had never seen his LT so angry, especially not toward him. Ghost has him backed into the wall, face in his face, barking at him like a mad dog.

"Have you gone fucking mad? You've got a lot of fucking nerve, Sergeant! Showin' your face to Gaz while you're giving him the runaround! Fucking his girl behind his back! You should be ashamed! He's our teammate, he's our BROTHER!" And in a blind panic, Soap shouts out:

"He knows!" It's enough to make Ghost pause his tirade for a moment, giving the shorter man an incredulous look.

"Bullshit."

"He does! He knows, I can prove it!" Soap pleads, and slowly holds out his hand. Ghost pins him with a glare but hands him the phone anyway.

Soap opens up the group chat the three of you share and turns the phone to show to Ghost. There's a variety of messages, some casual, some flirtatious, but what really catches Ghost's eye are the videos.

The first is the one that sent him into a fit in the first place: you're bent over in front of a mirror while Soap rams into you from behind. The video is sent with a message reading "taking care of our girl while you're gone x" The next video is sent from your POV as you bounce on Gaz’s cock. Then a video sent from Gaz's number that seems to be in the barracks shower of all places, the phone propped up somehow capturing the two Sergeants wet and naked. Gaz steps back from the camera and embraces Soap with a heated kiss. They each wrap a hand around both their cocks together and jerk themselves off to a simultaneous finish.

As Ghost scrolls through the chat, Soap, still pinned to the wall, takes notice of the way Ghost's breathing steadily gets heavier and heavier. And he DEFINITELY notices the growing weight pressed against his stomach. He gives an experimental grind of his hips. Ghost's eyes snap back up to him. They're still full of fire, but for a completely different reason.

"You got me stuck between a rock and a hard place, here, LT." He jokes with a gravelly voice. "But you know what they say... the more the merrier." In a matter of minutes, Ghost had Soap turned around, and both their pants are down by their ankles.

Gaz gets a new message in the chat later that night. The video starts focused on your face, your mouth deepthroating Soap and your eyes rolled back in your head as your body gets jostled roughly by... someone else. The camera pans down your body, showing you on your hands and knees, and a thick, wide body fucking into you from behind. A familiar tattoo sleeve catches Gaz's eye, and finally the camera pans up to show that infamous skull mask that he knows so well. The video is captioned: "found a new playmate for us... don't tell the captain ;)"

The captain, of course, does find out sooner rather than later. The team is gathered at you and Gaz’s home to watch a football game. Most of the sports terminology goes over your head, but you're glad to have all your boys together... plus their captain.

You think you're being subtle about everything, but Price notices. His job is noticing things. Countless life-or-death situations have counted on Price noticing little things. So of course he notices your heated glances at Soap, the way you leave lingering touches on Ghost when you pass by him. You, nestled into your boyfriend's side with his arm around you while you make eyes at his teammates. It makes his blood boil.

He confronts you in the kitchen. You got up to fetch yourself a drink and he waits a moment before he follows you in. You turn around from the fridge to see him standing behind you. His face is impassive and unreadable. You linger there a moment in confusion. He's usually so friendly toward you. Finally he breaks the silence first.

"You know, Kyle really cares about you. Talks about you all the time, talks about how much he loves you. You've got that poor boy wrapped around your little finger, you know that?"

"Th-thank you...?" You stutter, completely caught off-guard. The cold tone of his voice doesn't match his kind words. There's an edge to it, a dangerous one. He shakes his head at you.

"He doesn't deserve this. He's a good man."

"Doesn't deserve what?" You ask, glancing down at the extra beer in your hand that you'd gotten for Gaz. He doesn't deserve beer?

"You think I don't know what's going on?" He accuses with a step forward. "You think I don't see it?"

"See what?" You ask, growing more and more worried with every passing second. Price scoffs.

"You know, I've seen this a lot. Men in the service go out and risk their lives, all the while back home their girl is running circles around them." He huffs, giving you a look you'd never seen before. It makes you feel... gross. "Thought you were different, though. Thought you could be trusted. And to do it with his teammates?" His eyes narrow and his nose wrinkles in disgust. You gasp in realization. He thinks you're cheating!

"John, you don't understand-"

"You think I'm stupid?"

"No!"

"What's going on?" Gaz asks from the doorway. He was wondering what was taking you both so long, but he didn't expect to find you close to tears cornered by his captain. Price turns his body toward him, but keeps his eyes on you.

"Do you want to tell him, or should I?" He asks. You open and close your mouth but nothing comes out. Your brain is overworking trying to figure out an answer. You can't tell him the truth, you'd get your boys in trouble! Should you just admit to it? Take the blame to protect them? Before you can come up with the words, Soap and Ghost enter the room behind Gaz. Price turns his attention to them, and you breathe out in relief to have his glare off you.

"Or maybe you two would like to tell him?" He proposes, voice slightly raised. The tension in the room is suffocating. Price stares the other two down as Gaz looks from one person to the other, putting the pieces together.

"Price it's not what you think," he says with his hands out in a placating gesture. Price tilts his head.

"Kyle, I'm sorry to have to tell you-"

"They're not going round my back, Price. I know." Price shuffles his feet a bit.

"You... know?"

"The four of us have... an arrangement." Gaz walks over to you and wraps an arm around you. "She's done nothing wrong, don't be cross with her. Neither have Ghost or Soap. She's not just my girlfriend, she's our girlfriend." Gaz holds Price's eyes.

"And the four of you are..."

"Together. Is that a problem, Captain?" Price quirks an eyebrow at his sergeant's challenge, but after a moment shakes his head.

"No. No, not a problem. Just keep it tactical on the field. Copy?"

"Yes sir." Price turns to Soap and Ghost.

"Copy?"

"Yes sir," they answer in unison. Price looks at you again and his expression softens, dropping his Captain persona for your sake.

"I owe you an apology," he starts.

"It's alright," you interrupt, giving him a shy smile. "You were just looking out for Kyle."

"You should've seen Ghost when he found out. Nearly bit my head off," Soap says, lightening the mood. But Price's eyes still linger.

"Game's still on," Ghost says, "if you all are done being dramatic." The five of you file back into the living room to finish out the game with you still nestled into Gaz's side, this time openly joined by Soap on your other side. Throughout the game, as the men banter about whose team is better, Price kept glancing over at you.

The game ends and as everybody winds down, Price watches the affection you gave the other three.

"I have to wonder, though," he starts, "what it is that's got all three of my men so wrapped up in you..." Your eyes dart from one man to the other as each of them catch onto Price's meaning.

"Well... it'd be a shame not to include that captain, right boys?" Gaz teases.

"The more the merrier-"

"Shut up MacTavish, fucks sake," Ghost huffs, still with a smirk.

"I still owe you a proper apology, sweetheart," Price says, beckoning you to sit on his lap.

And apologize, he does, in the form of his face between your thighs, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you. Eventually, the five of you wind up in the bedroom, tasting and teasing and fucking one another.

"We're going to need a bigger bed..."

[cod-dump]

Gaz: I just watched Soap kill a spider with a remote control car while he was on top his dresser

Gaz: Even under pressure he can be creative

[daisyofwaterdeep]

Could I request Accidental Confessions Part Two where Femcis Reader got the antidote for Rolan and both of them just sat down & talked properly to each other after he's no longer under influence of the love potion? With apologies & a happy ending!

I had already planned to write a second part but im using your ask as a vessel to post it ╰(￣ω￣)

~~~~~~ Read the first part here!

Accidental Confessions (Part 2)

Rolan/femcis!Reader

~~~~~~~

You stand in front of the portal, close enough that the swirling magical energy draws strands of your hair forward.

You desperately want to step forward. You desperately want to run away. You have no idea which one is the best choice.

It's been two days since the incident. You haven't seen Rolan since then, and he's all that's been on your mind. You keep replaying the last moment with him, pulled together but still deissheveled as you handed the vial of antidote to him. The way he sat on the stairs, hands shaking, head hanging, eyes never raising to meet yours. And the terse words he spoke as he snatched the bottle from you.

"Thanks. Now leave."

The words weren't angry or sorrowful or pained. They were cold, closed off. You had no choice but to obey.

Rolan knew. That was the only explanation. Everything that happened, everything you allowed to happen, that you encouraged to happen...Rolan knew that you had taken advantage of the situation, and now he hates you. As he should.

Gods, what's wrong with you?

You take in a deep, sobering breath and step into the portal. Your vision goes dark for a brief moment before melting away into the familiar scenery of Ramazith's tower. Your eyes immediately land on Rolan, his back towards a shelf but already turning as you step from the pull of the portal. Golden eyes land on you, curious at first but hardening as he realizes who his visitor is.

"I've been expecting you." Rolan blindly shelves the book he had been thumbing through and descends the stairs, straightening his robe before folding his hands behind his back pertly. "It's best we get this over with."

Having him come toward you makes you want to dive back through the portal but you stay your ground, even if your knees shake. You cast your eyes to the floor, fighting the urge to bunch your hands in your dress as the tips of his shoes come into the field of your vision before stopping.

"Go ahead. Say your piece," He says after a moment of silence, voice curt.

The lump in your throat is so large that you're not sure anything will come out when you open your mouth, but it does, even if your words are small and wavering.

"I'm... resigning from my position."

You can hear Rolan exhale softly but with your eyes on the ground, you can't quite decipher why. "Alright. I'll have your final pay ready by the end of the day."

A dark, greedy part of you recoils at that. Even after everything, there was still a delusional hope that he'd push back-- that he'd protest you leaving.

There's another small stretch of silence, and you watch Rolan's feet shift.

"Well, there's obviously more you need to say, so say it already."

There is more you need to say, but you're fighting for your life to keep tears from blurring your eyes and choking your throat. You've rehearsed this in your mind hundreds of times, thought of the best words to show your sincerity, pictured every sort of scenario...and everything is lined up perfectly. It's the absolute ideal set-up for you to apologize. But the enormity of your remorse is swallowing you, and the only thing you can think is 'don't cry, don't cry, don't cry'.

Rolan's feet shift again. You can't stand here forever, and you know it. So you take in a deep breath and manage out two pitiful words.

"I'm...sorry."

Despite your best efforts, your vision instantly swims and hot tears trail down your cheeks. Damnit.

"Wh-" Rolan sputters, goes silent, then starts again. "You're sorry?"

"I'm sorry," you say again, throat tight and voice high and wavering, "I didn't stop you...I could have stopped you, but I didn't." The tears are coming full force now, a hot tirade that makes your eyes feel puffy and swollen. "I'm s-sorry, Rolan." Your words are hiccuping, toeing the line of full sobbing, "I d-don't expect you to forgive me, just p-please--" As much as it hurts, you finally raise your gaze to meet his eyes. "Please d-don't hate me..."

Looking at him face-to-face makes you want to crumple to the floor and bawl. It looks as if he hasn't slept since the last time you saw him-- dark circles crescent under his eyes, his clothes are wrinkled, and his hair is loosely and hapharzardly pulled back. But more than that, he looks dumbfounded, like he's completely shocked that you're standing in front of him crying. It makes you feel even more pathetic, which only makes the tears continue.

"I don't--" Rolan reaches his hands out to you, thinks better of it, then retracts them to his chest, "I'd never hate you."

The earnestness in which he says it should make you feel better, but it does the opposite. By all rights, he should hate you-- who are you to stand here before him, blubbering and grovelling, when you're the one who took advantage of him? Resigning from your post was supposed to be a small penance from you to Rolan, but instead, he's comforting you. You're disgusted with yourself.

Your despair must be written on your face, because Rolan takes a step forward, his voice trembling around the edges as he speaks.

"Y-you know, I had assumed... that you were here to yell at me. To tell me what a horrible man I am." Rolan lets out a short, nervous laugh, "I was fully prepared to take a punch or two."

He thought that you were mad at him? The thought is so absurd that you find your tears stopping as you stare at him, surely mirroring his dumbfounded expression from earlier.

"You'd have every right to, you know." Rolan continues, his jaw tightening as he straightens his arms by his sides, "To think I'm terrible. To hate me, even. Because what I did to you..."

"It wasn't your fault," You cut him off with a croak, wiping at your eyes with your sleeves, "You weren't yourself. But me, th-there was nothing controlling me...It was my responsibility, b-but I--"

"Stop." Rolan's voice raises, anger lighting his eyes, "Stop trying to take the blame for this. You are not the one at fault here!" He stares hard at you for a few moments before his shoulders slump and the tension in his face melts away, leaving him looking tired and small. Vulnerable, even. And his voice falls too, nothing more than a whisper. "There were times of clarity...times where I could have fought against it. If I had tried harder, I could have stopped a dozen times over. But there was a part of me, a part not influenced by the potion, that didn't want to fight it." A thread of anger edges it's way back to his words, but now you understand that it's edge isn't pointed at you. "So yes, it is my fault. I'm a terrible...horrible man."

You don't know what the right thing to do is-- in such an unprecedented situation, you're not sure if there even is a 'right thing'. But seeing Rolan standing before you, askew in both looks and mind, there's only one thing you can fathom doing, damned if it's wrong or right.

Rolan stiffens as you rush forward and throw your arms around him. Your heart hammers fast and loud in your ears and you feel breathless at your own bold action that seemed to come out of nowhere, but there's no way in the nine hells that you're going to let go.

"You're not horrible," You say against his chest, voice tight and runny as your tears begin anew, "N-not in the slightest. So don't s-say such things."

Rolan's body trembles in your embrace and you worry that he might try to push you away. After a few long seconds, though, he wraps his arms around you and returns the hug.

"I'm sorry," Rolan squeezes you tight as he says it, and you wonder if it has to do with how watery his voice sounds, "For putting you through that...f-for hurting you."

The vulnerability of it all makes is terrifying, but it's also liberating. A moment of pain and sorrow shared between the two of you--it's a feeling more intimate than sex.

"I wanted it." The confession falls from your lips without a thought, and you know that you've crossed a boundary that you'll never be able to return from, for better or worse. "I wanted to hear those things from you. To have you touch me...I wanted all of it."

Rolan lets out a choked noise above you and you feel his chest hitch. "D-don't lie to me."

"I'm not." You hold him tighter, as if trying to still your trembling muscles. "Having you need me in such a way, even if it was fake...I was happy."

You can feel every inch of the shiver that runs through Rolan's body. His chin touches the side of your forehead in something close to a cuddle as the hands on your back slide down, nearly cradling your hips.

"If you're being honest...I'd like to say something." You can hear Rolan swallow thickly before continuing, voice hushed and hesitant, "But please, you musn't think any less of me."

You try to pull away, wanting to see his face as he speaks, but the fingers on your waist dig in, as if begging you to stay in place. Curious, nervous, you comply.

"I'd never think less of you."

Rolan heaves in a deep breath and lets it out slowly, the warmth of it tickling the top of your ear. "I..." He starts his sentence, stops, then starts again. "The potion. I took it."

"Took it?" You were determined to stay silent and let him say his piece, but your confusion gets the better of you.

"I drank it." You feel Rolan's body tense as he inhales sharply again, letting the rest of his words fall out on his exhale, "I knew you'd be coming, and I wanted to-- it was only a small sip, I thought it would give me a push, just enough to be honest, confident--to say the things I was too cowardly to say. But it was potent, far more potent than I had realized--"

You can't think, can't breathe. A blanket of surrealness falls over you, making everything around you feel padded and dreamlike. Because this must be a dream, right? Your tired mind has supplied this sweet little scenario for you, has tailored it to your wildest imagination.

But the shaking man in your arms isn't a dream, as much as it seems. The hurried, scared breaths puffing against your hair are real, as are the hands, anxiously holding you tight. If those things are real, then the words Rolan has said...the confession he has laid at your feet must be real as well.

The courage it took for him to admit to such a thing seems to seep into you, and you find yourself pulling your head back, forcing him to finally confront you. His eyes are glassy and drying tear streaks shine against the hollows of his cheeks. He looks devastated, terrified-- and more beautiful than you've ever seen him.

This is Rolan. Not your crush. Not the wizard. Not the older brother. Not the owner of Ramazith's Tower. This is him, stripped bare, beyond titles and prestige and pomp. This is Rolan, raw and true and baring himself to you.

You kiss him. It's a stark contrast to the kiss shared just days before-- it's clumsy, nervous, hesitant. But that's what makes it so grand. The insecurities that Rolan had tried to hide behind a potion are all there, beneath your lips, your fingers. Every brush and breath sings of honesty, of a flourishing love that threatens to build into something momentous-- of the terror such a thing could bring. The enormity of the unknown.

But as Rolan's hands relax on your hips, as his lips part and soften on your own, you know that he's offering you a chance to explore that unknown together.

And you couldn't be happier.

[deadboystims]

ᯓ★ ┊ flo water can palm pal stimboard!

1 , 2 , 3 ┊ 4 , 5 , 6 ┊ 7 , 8 , 9

[ghcstao3]

feeling evil today. cw MCD

angst but it’s a soulmate au where everyone is born without the ability to see colour, but upon meeting your soulmate you can see everything. the only thing is, if you’ve met your soulmate, gained all that colour—if they die after that, you slowly lose it, as well as your vision entirely.

>:)

Soulmates were common enough, sure, but it wasn’t something so common that someone would feel left out if they went their entire lives seeing in only black and white.

That’s Soap’s philosophy about it, anyway. If one never knows colour, then how can it be mourned? If it can’t ever really be imagined with the naturally-imposed state of being human, then why should Soap ever go to bed at night wishing, praying he could find whoever fate had assigned to him, if he ever so happened to encounter them.

It’s his philosophy, at least, until he meets Ghost.

Until he meets Ghost like they aren’t moments from heading toward a possible death, like they aren’t in the midst of soldiers and weapons and nighttime where colours would hardly ever be as vibrant as they could be. Until he meets Ghost and foolishly reaches out to touch him in greeting, and ends up stumbling as his eyes and brain and everything else are forced to adapt to new sights.

Ghost hides it better than he does, but the look he throws Soap’s way is entirely too telling.

They don’t talk about it until they’re finally home safe, after weeks of gruelling work and near-death, after they’ve had the chance to adjust to this new change in their life. They don’t talk about it until they’ve both come to the conclusion that they’re more than willing to try and follow what the universe had given them.

And it works. It works so well. Soap’s thrown aside his old mentality entirely for this new, incredible, wonderful thing, because he’s not sure how he’d feel, if he ever had to go back. If he ever had to lose this new liveliness to the world and return to grey, grey, grey.

But for men like them, men like him, he should’ve known such a good thing would have to come to an end. It’s a natural cycle.

It’s still upsetting, however, when Ghost dies in the field despite his insistence, his promise to make it out of all this alive. To escape the military one day, when they’ve both seen enough conflict and blood, once their souls have truly been tainted beyond repair.

Soap was supposed to retire with him, only a few months later when their contracts reached their ends, but instead finds himself renewing his own for however many years while Ghost’s body lies cremated, interred, dead and gone.

When colours suddenly begin to look less vibrant, Soap just attributes it to his general mood, as of late. To the numbness and anger and everything else he’s been surviving off of since Ghost’s death.

But then colours are sapped from his life entirely, suddenly and gradually all at once, and he realizes it’s just because his soulmate is dead. His soulmate is dead, and the universe has since realized that he is no longer deserving of its colours, its life.

He strains so hard to remember the colour of Ghost’s—Simon’s eyes in those moments it hits him hardest. Strains and fails to remember the pink of his lips, the colour of the freckles and beauty marks that littered his face. Soap can’t even remember the colour of the ink pen he uses to sketch.

Then his vision itself starts to decline. He doesn’t know why, is just suddenly terrified, losing the last of his eyes. The blur becomes too much, he has to be discharged from his career, all he’s ever truly known, and then Soap is at home with his parents and their eternally-grey hair until he can’t even see black and white anymore, and his life is over.

He’s blind. Years after Ghost’s death and he’s lost the love of his life and the colour it gave to him, he’s list his career over something he can’t control, something doctors call unfortunate but irreparable, incurable. Fated to go completely blind, they tell him, since losing his soulmate.

It happens, son. We’re sorry. You’re not alone.

But how could he know that? How could Soap believe that, when his entire world has been stolen from him?

He wishes he could return to his younger, naive self. Return to a world prior to Ghost, and everything that came with him.

Because he’d been right. He wouldn’t have ever felt left out, if he knew this was all his future would ever hold for him.

[sweeties-heart]

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍓❤️ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

[heartz4shauna]

i have this old toothbrush That i no longer brush my teeth with and i use it for cleaning my nails and hands . is this weird

[vaultdamned]

13.     to do list. for Vincent

A PEAK AT ...

Vincent's to do list: PREWAR

Document daily data sheets regarding Sugar Bomb floor stock inventory & state-wide distribution. (double check floor stock: suspicious amount missing. 3-4 boxes)

Buy suit for Evelyn's father's birthday; preferably blue. ADD handkerchief. (Hopefully she's chosen a dress color..)

Lunch at 11 with Daisy (discuss seasonal flavors -- Candy corn? Cranberry Jam? People will eat anything. (STAY on topic)

Book event center (ask for available openings -- Christmas party? Need space for ice sculpture contest)

Cigar with Richard. You like it. You like it.

Check on Rose.

Submit Chemistry work. (submit page to Prof. Ivorson being WRONG!)

Contact JJ -- inquire about mentat shortage.

Vincent's to do list: POST WAR

Take vitamin shot.

Stomach Sugar Bombs (they couldn't have given us yum yum's?)

Check on Vault 94 -- document individual reports (inquire about Jackson. Last known contact detailed suicidal thoughts from chem withdrawal.)

10am meet with Vault scientists. (keep Dr. Orion in line...)

Ask about a sleep study (still not sleeping. 2 days now. Probably shot side effects)

Run through of local vaults --- reach out if problems arise ( how though??)

Vitamin shot.

Drink with Overseer

Start Nuka Cola project -- boil, take syrup, mix with melted soap, mold new soap?

no.

PREWAR is incredibly, corporately mundane. Someone's obviously stealing from the factory, he just has to prove it. Matching clothing is expected for wealthy elite couples. Vincent is a good looking man, & Daisy is a woman who oversees the flavor branch (similar to what his mom and dad worked on), and there's always a subtle flirtiness to their interactions. Vincent notices, but not in the obvious way. He just knows they need to stay on track, not talk about their personal lives. Event Center -- typical cookie cutter expectations. He likes time with Richard, just hates cigars. If refused, Richard has been known to call out for "not embracing true masculinity." Has to check on mom; make sure she's not dead. He found a flaw in his prof's solution, but this isn't the first time. He might not actually be right this time, but he just wants to be an ass again. JJ has to know when the mentat shortage is said to end. Some scandal nationwide by some mob group slowed production. He's getting agro.

VAULT LIFE is as equally boring, and Vincent definitely writes a to do list just because it helps him find meaning in his day. Typical stuff. Vitamin shots, complain about eating Sugar Bombs for the last 27 fucking years. Concerns regarding Vault 94 are suspicious at best, but his job only documents the data; the Overseer takes care of any resource inquiries. 10am is their daily huddle where they can share any achievements or air out their grievances; Vincent is typically the one to respond. Dr. Orion repeatedly voices doubts about their work for Vault Tec, stating that none of it matters. The world's wasted. Vincent's not sleeping -- indeed a side effect from the shots, but normal, he's assured. Drink with the Overseer is just another ploy to use up time & dig up any dirt about the other Vaults -- gossip justified when documenting certain data (A happened because B happened type deal). Lastly, the nuka cola soap project is because he's fucking bored & (because he's not in his designated Vault) he does not have the resources promised to him, so he's filling up time.

Eventually he stops making lists.

[isabellaofparma]

Just watching some telly.

[cod-dump]

*Soap screaming from the living room of the safe house*

Gaz, running in with a gun: WHAT’S WRONG?!

Soap, literally crying: THERE’S A FUCKING SPIDER

Gaz: … are you fucking serious?

Soap: YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND! THE FUCKER WAS AS BIG AS MY HAND

Ghost, walking in: Johnny, Kyle— have you seen Daisy?

Soap, turning to look at Ghost while actively crying: Who the FUCK is Daisy??

Ghost: Oh, you have seen her

Soap: PLEASE TELL ME THAT YOU’RE NOT TALKING ABOUT THAT FUCKING SPIDER

Ghost: Yes? Please tell me you didn’t hurt her!

Soap: *incoherent noises while crying*

Gaz: … I’m going back to bed

[daisyducklover2021]

Daisy Shuffle

Note: Every time when I hear this on the radio, Daisy spins herself in my thoughts.

[muchadorks]

I recognized that I have missed so many (there's a lot out there lol). I didn't want any sequel to ones that are animated, so here are some others I thought about but didn't ultimately include:

The Water Dragon's Bride

W-Juliet

From Far Away (Kanata Kara)

Zettai Heiwa Daisakusen

St. Dragon Girl / St. Dragon Girl Miracle

Sakura Hime

NG Life

Shoujo Tenshi Milcute

Mugen Spiral

Demon Love Spell

[honeybeesoap]

daisy soap ✿ MountainhouseSoaps

[goldshadows]

@soapfcrce cont. from here.

it didn't hurt too bad, she's definitely had worse but she figured it was better to mention now before she lost all feeling in her arm because he wrapped it too tight. " thank you. " mumbled as she watches him fix it while she keeps the short sleeve of her croptop rolled up to her shoulder.

brief glance over to the men he ended up taking care of, they truly got the shorter end of the stick. eyes end up back on Soap and she can't help a small grin. " nothing, i was just trying to start a conversation. " an obvious lie and they both probably know it. no, she's drunk and almost got into a fight. at his offer, she shakes her head though. " you're sweet but you don't have to. i feel like you've done more than enough already. "

[two-sides-samecoin]

the way daisy jones and the six easily became one of my favorite books