#he also spends his share of time in the sin bin and we love a bad boy

[leafs-lover]

This non-leafs fan is starting to become a bunting fan so I'm very excited for your bunting fic!!

On top of having a genuinely beautiful smile, he has a cute puppy and wears fun socks to games! How could you not like him?

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Devotional Hours Within the Bible

by J.R. Miller

Worldliness and Trust (Matthew 6:19-34)

The Christian life is very simple - if only we understand it. It has only one principle - single-hearted devotion to Christ. Paul stated this principle when he said, "To me to live is Christ" (Philippians 1:21) Jesus states it here also when He says, "Seek first His kingdom, and His righteousness."

In our present passage, we have a whole scheme of life.

To begin with, we must find something real and permanent to live for. It concerns the matter of possessions. Earth's banks are not absolutely safe ; and even if they were, they are not eternal. We are immortal, and we must find a place of deposit secure for immortal years. "Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal."

How can we lay up treasures in heaven? By living for God, by committing our lives to Jesus Christ, by spending our money for the glory of God. There are men who possess little money or property when they leave this world - but are rich in treasures laid up in heaven. Paul had only the clothes he wore, an old cloak and a few sacred parchments when his martyrdom came - but he was rich beyond measure in glory! There are millionaires here - who will be beggars in the next life; and there are poor men here - who will have an inheritance of glory in heaven.

Single-heartedness is the secret of true godly living. "No one can serve two masters. Either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and Money." Some people seem to think they can keep on safe terns with God - and at the same time maintain close relations with the world. The Master's teaching here shows us that it is impossible to be half God's - and half the world's. There is room for only one lord in our life, and we must settle who this will be. If we belong to God, the world is our servant. It seems strange indeed that anyone with an immortal soul, should be willing to have mammon - money - for his god. Money may do much good and be a great blessing, if it is used for God - but when a man gets down upon his knees to his money, crawls in the dust for its sake, and sells his manhood to get it - it has only curse for him. One who truly serves God - cannot give money half his heart. God will not share a human heart with any other master.

A great many people are talking now about the secret of happy living. The Master gives it here. "Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life." Anxiety is very common. There is a great deal of worrying in the world, even among good people. One does not meet very many whose faces shine always with the light of a perfect peace. The majority of faces show lines of care. Not many people pass undisturbed through all manner of experiences. Is worrying a sin - or is it only an infirmity ? There certainly are a great many cautions and warnings in the Bible against worrying.

But how can we help it? Paul tells us how to keep worry out of our life. "In nothing be anxious." But how can we obey this counsel? What shall we do with the things that we would naturally worry about? Here is the answer: "In everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known unto God." That is, instead of worrying about matters that would naturally fret us - we are to put them out of our own hands - into God's hands, by prayer. Then we have this assurance: "The peace of God, which passes all understanding, shall guard your hearts and your thoughts in Christ Jesus" (Philippians 4:6-7).

It will help us with our lesson, if we look carefully at the connections of the words as they stand in the Gospel. "You cannot serve God and mammon. Therefore I say unto you, Be not anxious." That is, anxiety comes from serving mammon. We say we are God's children - yet when mammon seems to be failing, and then we begin to worry. That is, we trust mammon more than we trust our Father. We feel safer when mammon's abundance fills our hands - than when mammon threatens to fail and we have only God. If we truly served God only, we should not be afraid, though we have nothing of mammon, not even bread for tomorrow.

Jesus illustrates His teaching: "Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them." Elsewhere Jesus says that not even a sparrow is forgotten by our Father. The sparrows are the most useless and the most troublesome of all birds. You can buy two of them for a farthing. Yet God watches over them, and not one of them shall fall to the ground without His permission. If God so cares for quarrelsome sparrows, He will care much more for His own children. We are of more value than many sparrows. Souls are of great worth - it took the blood of the Son of God to buy us back from bondage. Birds do not bear the Divine image. They have no spiritual nature. The God who cares for the soulless little birds - will surely care much more thoughtfully, more tenderly, for a thinking, immortal being, capable of eternal life. God is our Father - He is not the birds' father; He is their creator and provider - but they are not His children. A woman will give more thought to her baby - than to her canary. Our heavenly Father will provide more certainly for His children - than for His birds.

Worrying is also most useless. "Which of you by being anxious, can add one cubit unto the measure of his life?" A short person cannot, by any amount of anxiety, make himself and inch taller. Therefore, why should he waste his energy and fret his life away - in wishing he were taller, and in worrying because he is not?

Worrying about a coming trouble - does not keep the trouble away! Worrying over a loss - does not bring back that which is gone. People find obstacles, difficulties and hindrances in their life. There are hard conditions in their lot. But is there any use in worrying over these things? Will it make them any easier? Will anxiety cure the lame foot, remove the ugly mole, reduce the undesired tumor, or put flesh on the thin body? Will fretting make the heavy burden lighter, the hard work easier, the rough way smoother? Will anxiety keep the winter away, put coal in the bin, or bread in the pantry, or get clothes for the children?

Even philosophy shows the uselessness of worrying, since it helps nothing, and only wastes one's strength, unfitting one for doing his best. But religion goes father than philosophy, and tells us that even the hard things, the drawbacks, the obstacles, may be changed into blessings - if we meet them in the right spirit. So we learn that we should quietly and with faith accept life as it comes to us, fretting at nothing, changing hard conditions to easier if we can - but if not, using them as a means for growth and advancement.

The fact that God cares for us - ought to keep us from worry. "And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these." Does God really care for the flowers? Yes, He weaves for them their matchless garments and fills their little cups with fragrance. Yet they live but for a day. If God clothes these frail plants so gloriously for only a few hours' beauty - will He not far more surely clothe His own children?

It is told of Mungo Park the great traveler, that once in the desert he was famishing for drink, and could find no water. In his exhaustion he had sunk down in the hot sands of despair, and had given up to die. He saw a tiny shoot of moss growing in the sand, and the thought came to him, "God tends this little plant. He placed it here and He is watering it. Surely, then, He will not forget me - but will provide for me, too." He roused up from his despair and passed on and was saved.

Here we come upon the great principle of Christian living. "Seek first His kingdom, and His righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you." That is, we are to put all the energy of our thought and life into one effort - to do God's will. We are not to worry about our clothing or food - that is God's matter, not ours at all. We are to take thought, however, about our duty, our work, the doing of God's will, and the filling of our place in the world. Too many people worry far more about their food and clothing, lest they shall be left to need, than they do about doing well their whole duty. That is, they are more anxious about God's part in their life - than about their own! They fear that God may not take care of them - but they do not have any fear that they may fail in faithfulness to Him.

It will be a great point gained, if we learn here once and for all that providing for our needs - is God's matter, not ours; and that our first and only care should be our duty, the doing of our work. This God will never do for us - but if we are true to Him we shall never have any occasion to fret ourselves about our care. Suppose we are nearly starving? Well, we must go on, doing our duty in the circumstances, and not worrying; and in due time, perhaps at the last moment - but somehow or other, and in some way, the Lord will provide. Or if not, He will take us home.

[birlcholtz]

How about snowy and parse?

S N A R S E

okay so. it starts after That One Game. you know the one. the one where parse rushes the goal, almost injures snowy, and promptly gets dogpiled by half of the falconers and a decent number of aces as well (to be fair, his teammates weren't aiming for him). tater yanks him out of it by the jersey, parse feels a little too much like a lost kitten, and then all of a sudden he's halfway across the ice (tater pushed him)

WELL. that night parse watches a replay of it on espn because he doesn't know how to take a break from hockey and he's like oh damn. oh damn i really did almost hurt snow. that's rough. and he decides he's gotta figure out some way to talk to snow so he can apologize

so he instagram DMs him 

(let it be known parse's instagram is about one quarter thirst traps, one quarter pics of him and kit, and fully one half of just kit. snowy doesn't post as often and he's a bit more professional about the whole thing— like, lots of pictures with teammates, pics of the rink and of cool places in providence, but his captions are works of art)

snowy also posts the occasional espn screencap of tater in the sin bin and chirps him brutally in the caption. once he quotes cell block tango and the approximately 10 people who are into both hockey and musical theater go wild

okay enough about their respective instagrams. my pOINT is that parse ig dms snowy, who is mildly ashamed to admit (to himself, not out loud, never out loud) that his genuine first thought was 'wow kent parson is sliding into my dms'

and parse is like hey sorry i rushed you in that game, didn't realize how risky it was until i saw a replay later

and snowy can't help being his sardonic self and winds up sending back something witty and then parse replies and then snowy replies again and before either of them know it they're having a Conversation that they're actually?? both enjoying??

at one point snowy admits he likes cats and he immediately regrets it because parse sends him 6 videos of kit immediately, like within 5 seconds, but then he watches the videos and finds himself unwillingly liking them and then he finds himself requesting more and snowy is like what the fuck is happening in my brain but parse supplies 8 more cat videos and he watches all of them and comments on each one

he also reveals his sister has a cat and parse makes him promise to send photos and/or videos next time he sees her

they DM each other all the time until they finally just exchange phone numbers and at one point parse is like snow. dustin. can u facetime rn i need ur thoughts on kits halloween costume and snowy's like sure why not and that starts a tradition of facetiming every so often that eventually becomes less and less about kit

snowy is preeeeetty sure that jack and parse were together in juniors but he's never confirmed it because that's not his business you know? but he finds himself thinking more and more about whether parse might be into guys. but pride night w the falcs happens and he finds himself sending parse a pic of his newly rainbow-taped stick and adding 'best stick tape' after it

a few minutes later parse replies with a thumbs up and says 'i firmly agree' and they both breathe a little easier

also a few days later snowy accidentally likes one of parse's thirst trap pics from 6 months ago (shirtless pic on the balcony of his apartment) and he immediately unlikes it but it's too late parse sends him a screenshot of his notifications with the most recent one being snowy liking that post, and he also sends a ;) and snowy's like oh. my fucking god. and he replies 'jealous that u actually get to see the sun year round'

and parse reads it and starts typing and stops typing and starts typing and stops typing and eventually thinks 'fuck it' and sends a whole string of winky faces

so snowy's like fine. let's do this. and then this string of conversations happens:

snowy: jack what's your process for taking thirst trap selfies for instagram

jack: what's my process for... what???? what's a thirst trap

snowy: never mind ask bitty

snowy: tater how do i take thirst trap selfies for instagram

(tater is a lot more helpful and snowy relates his conversation with jack and tater chirps jack endlessly for it. at one point jack is like I'M ESL TOO TATER and tater's like YOU HAVE DEGREE FROM SAMWELL. IN THE UNITED STATES.)

so a few days later snowy (with mild trepidation) posts a fairly subtle post-workout pic (jack may not know what a thirst trap is but that doesn't mean half his instagram isn't full of them. snowy has observed the techniques of the master)

his comments explode but he doesn't care. parse likes the pic and snowy screenshots it INSTANTLY (he may have been constantly checking his notifications for this specifically) and sends it to parse like 'not so smug now are you' and parse spends literally 10 minutes trying to come up with a witty response

anyway eventually the sexual tension explodes, neither of them are out so they still have to be kinda. under the radar. but sending cat pictures is their love language, snowy funnels some jam and pie to parse, they argue about kombucha, half their conversations are still chirping but we all know what chirping is, eventually parse does meet snowy's sister's cat and it's amazing, they're approximately the same size so they do share and swap clothes (never anything with team logos on it, even once they're out, because the Disloyalty), jack is literally never questioned about his history with parse again because everyone's more curious about what it's like when parse and snowy play each other. especially since parse is a forward and snowy is a goalie. (there are some truly horrific 'score' jokes made in both locker rooms, and by horrific i mean so unfunny that they're hilarious)

tater is not allowed to answer questions about parse and snowy anymore because once some reporter did ask him and he said 'good for them but i think snowy can do better' and it went viral (bitty texted him 16 crying laughing emojis)

holidays and vacations with parse and snowy look like this: sweatpants in the winter and matching sunglasses in the summer, falling asleep together on the couch, cat toys literally everywhere, more arguing about kombucha, parse teaching snowy the finer points of instagram thirst traps and immediately regretting it, watching terrible horror movies together, adopting more cats

you have two wolves inside of you. one says 'parsnow'. the other says 'snarse'. also known as help i'm laughing my ass off about 'snarse'

okay so. it starts after That One Game. you know the one. the one where parse rushes the goal, almost injures snowy, and promptly gets dogpiled by half of the falconers and a decent number of aces as well (to be fair, his teammates weren't aiming for him). tater yanks him out of it by the jersey, parse feels a little too much like a lost kitten, and then all of a sudden he's halfway across the ice (tater pushed him)

WELL. that night parse watches a replay of it on espn because he doesn't know how to take a break from hockey and he's like oh damn. oh damn i really did almost hurt snow. that's rough. and he decides he's gotta figure out some way to talk to snow so he can apologize

so he instagram DMs him 

(let it be known parse's instagram is about one quarter thirst traps, one quarter pics of him and kit, and fully one half of just kit. snowy doesn't post as often and he's a bit more professional about the whole thing— like, lots of pictures with teammates, pics of the rink and of cool places in providence, but his captions are works of art)

snowy also posts the occasional espn screencap of tater in the sin bin and chirps him brutally in the caption. once he quotes cell block tango and the approximately 10 people who are into both hockey and musical theater go wild

okay enough about their respective instagrams. my pOINT is that parse ig dms snowy, who is mildly ashamed to admit (to himself, not out loud, never out loud) that his genuine first thought was 'wow kent parson is sliding into my dms'

and parse is like hey sorry i rushed you in that game, didn't realize how risky it was until i saw a replay later

and snowy can't help being his sardonic self and winds up sending back something witty and then parse replies and then snowy replies again and before either of them know it they're having a Conversation that they're actually?? both enjoying??

at one point snowy admits he likes cats and he immediately regrets it because parse sends him 6 videos of kit immediately, like within 5 seconds, but then he watches the videos and finds himself unwillingly liking them and then he finds himself requesting more and snowy is like what the fuck is happening in my brain but parse supplies 8 more cat videos and he watches all of them and comments on each one

he also reveals his sister has a cat and parse makes him promise to send photos and/or videos next time he sees her

they DM each other all the time until they finally just exchange phone numbers and at one point parse is like snow. dustin. can u facetime rn i need ur thoughts on kits halloween costume and snowy's like sure why not and that starts a tradition of facetiming every so often that eventually becomes less and less about kit

snowy is preeeeetty sure that jack and parse were together in juniors but he's never confirmed it because that's not his business you know? but he finds himself thinking more and more about whether parse might be into guys. but pride night w the falcs happens and he finds himself sending parse a pic of his newly rainbow-taped stick and adding 'best stick tape' after it

a few minutes later parse replies with a thumbs up and says 'i firmly agree' and they both breathe a little easier

also a few days later snowy accidentally likes one of parse's thirst trap pics from 6 months ago (shirtless pic on the balcony of his apartment) and he immediately unlikes it but it's too late parse sends him a screenshot of his notifications with the most recent one being snowy liking that post, and he also sends a ;) and snowy's like oh. my fucking god. and he replies 'jealous that u actually get to see the sun year round'

and parse reads it and starts typing and stops typing and starts typing and stops typing and eventually thinks 'fuck it' and sends a whole string of winky faces

so snowy's like fine. let's do this. and then this string of conversations happens:

snowy: jack what's your process for taking thirst trap selfies for instagram

jack: what's my process for... what???? what's a thirst trap

snowy: never mind ask bitty

snowy: tater how do i take thirst trap selfies for instagram

(tater is a lot more helpful and snowy relates his conversation with jack and tater chirps jack endlessly for it. at one point jack is like I'M ESL TOO TATER and tater's like YOU HAVE DEGREE FROM SAMWELL. IN THE UNITED STATES.)

so a few days later snowy (with mild trepidation) posts a fairly subtle post-workout pic (jack may not know what a thirst trap is but that doesn't mean half his instagram isn't full of them. snowy has observed the techniques of the master)

his comments explode but he doesn't care. parse likes the pic and snowy screenshots it INSTANTLY (he may have been constantly checking his notifications for this specifically) and sends it to parse like 'not so smug now are you' and parse spends literally 10 minutes trying to come up with a witty response

anyway eventually the sexual tension explodes, neither of them are out so they still have to be kinda. under the radar. but sending cat pictures is their love language, snowy funnels some jam and pie to parse, they argue about kombucha, half their conversations are still chirping but we all know what chirping is, eventually parse does meet snowy's sister's cat and it's amazing, they're approximately the same size so they do share and swap clothes (never anything with team logos on it, even once they're out, because the Disloyalty), jack is literally never questioned about his history with parse again because everyone's more curious about what it's like when parse and snowy play each other. especially since parse is a forward and snowy is a goalie. (there are some truly horrific 'score' jokes made in both locker rooms, and by horrific i mean so unfunny that they're hilarious)

tater is not allowed to answer questions about parse and snowy anymore because once some reporter did ask him and he said 'good for them but i think snowy can do better' and it went viral (bitty texted him 16 crying laughing emojis)

holidays and vacations with parse and snowy look like this: sweatpants in the winter and matching sunglasses in the summer, falling asleep together on the couch, cat toys literally everywhere, more arguing about kombucha, parse teaching snowy the finer points of instagram thirst traps and immediately regretting it, watching terrible horror movies together, adopting more cats

[judgement-free-sideblog]

Ghosts from the rainforest

Captain James Conrad x Reader

Summary: A simple rescue mission will bring him back to a place full of nightmares, and maybe this time he could find redemption. Situated in 1975, 2 years after the events of Skull Island.

Warnings: Violence, blood, wounds, mentions of war, cursing, implied smut, smoking, angst.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

I finally manage to write the end to this tiny fic, I hope you like it, and I'm going to start on my ideas for a Jonathan Pine adventure, but I haven't decide yet.

Chapter 7: Fever [Final]

The helicopter was already on motion, and the rescue crew that Brooks had sent for you were charging everything for the trip. The guys were excited to finally going back home, the Celebes Sea was ahead of you in the military base you were staying, and waiting in the Pacific the majestic USS Constellation  (CV-64) waiting to take all of you home.

Home? A country that had make more damage and taken everything from you, your family, and had force you to live away to mend some of the atrocities they had committed in the name of freedom.

"Not looking so charming today are we?" You said to him once he walked in your room to pick up your bags, you have finally stop the hostilities after he had offered you his shoulder to cry while you mourned Shukri on his funeral and after all the physical torture he had endured so you could safely leave Borneo.

He had been clear about letting you stay if that was what you wanted, and even when the rest of the crew asume you were coming back to USA, he knew you would have to say goodbye sooner or later, so instead of telling him all the things your heart was keeping from him you kept teasing him and pretending the chopper was not waiting for him.

"I have a minor headache love, but it's okay, are you ready to say goodbye?" He said and you noted how his temple had a few wrinkles, he was trying to smile over the pain in his head "It's a shame you don't come with us, I have a lot of things I wanted to show you" he grabbed your hand and all your alarms started to scream.

"Conrad are you okay?" Those words were all you have hoped for, however the radiant heat from his skin told you he was not exactly fine. "Dear God you are burning up" You said touching his head and looking desperately for a thermometer in your belongings.

"I like you too doctor, but why don't we wait until we get to the ship, we can share a bunk bed" He was definitely not himself.

"103° damn it Conrad!" You said, and for some oddly reason remember the night he told you about Randa and how much he complained about mosquitoes while he was dressing "Look at me, I'm not kidding, did you take Chloroquine before we leave Malaysia? I told you guys you had to..."

He nodded negative, and before he could speak he simply throw up in the nearest trash bin, making you suspect of the worst, specially since all the medicine was now gone and the only viable solution now was the aircraft carrier in the middle of the Pacific waiting for you.

"Also you have perfect legs you know that? I could spend my life sleeping on them." He kept saying things like that while you helped him to the heliport "Come here princess your prince charming needs your love" he said trying to kiss you.

"Later dear, preferably when you're not dying or smelling like vomit" you tried to stop him.

"Well you didn't mind me covered in dirt and sweat" He tried again but he stopped to scream "Reg! I love you man, you are like a son to me" and also tried to kiss the boy on the forehead.

"What happened to the Captain?" Slivko asked concerned once you help him to board the chopper while carrying his luggage and your medical bag.

"I have no idea, but I'm afraid it might be Malaria" you said bluntly and all of them looked concerned at you, while he vomited again "Do you have medical equipment here?" You asked the pilot and he only raised his thumb while you make sure he was steady on the helicopter floor, and almost didn't feel the machine take off while you tried to put an IV on his arm.

After one hour that felt like ten you could no longer see the island, only the immensity of the Pacific, and growing in the horizon the USS Constellation, even when you despised war and everything it represented the enormous carrier was enough to let you speechless, specially when a team of nurses and a doctor was already with a stretcher waiting for him.

"It's going to be ok James" you told him holding his hand while the experts rushed him inside.

"You really like men to die quite literally for you right?" He tried to joke, fighting the impulse of vomiting again, "Hey it's okay, I have to take care of you remember?" He smiled and you hold his hand trying to not get on the way of the medical staff, but he was too weak and fall asleep.

After they had stabilized his temperature, and take samples of his blood to determine the pathogen they let you in, the beds inside the medical bay of the ship were oddly spacious, and you could be sited next to him without any other person listening.

"Y/N?" He asked opening his beautiful eyes, "Hey it's okay love, I'm feeling better" He said and tried to reach for the glass of water on the table.

"Let me" You said and put it closer to him, "I know, once they identify the plasmodium they will know what is the best treatment for you, they take test and interrogate all of us, don't tell him I told you but Reles almost passed out when he saw the needle " He attempt to laugh but was still weak so he only smiled.

"Well is rewarding seen you on my dead bed, I'm quite honored, tears look oddly beautiful on you" He said and a small smile form in your lips.

"And you are still delirious" You said looking for a piece of cloth, and cold water from the sink to put on his head. "Here, try to rest, I'll come see you later" you told him but before your hand could leave his head he hold you still "What?"

"I might be dying, so you owe me at least listening me like adults" He said forcing you to stay next to him.

"You are not dying" you said trying to sound like it didn't matter and failing miserably "you are not, but fine. Let's talk" you concede.

"I'm sorry" he started contrary to what you had expected. "I had no idea how you looked before we met, and i was under no circumstances trying to seduce you to lure you back to America" you blush and regret your decision to stay by his side.

"I'm sorry too" You responded after a while "You have done so much helping me, even when half of the trouble I caused was preventable if I haven't trusted in the wrong people." You said and he hold your hand softly, he didn't want to hear about that, and you knew it so you took all the courage you have to continue. "And I'm sorry I over reacted, I am so used to people coming to me with second intentions that I just pushed you away to avoid getting hurt, and I just end up making other people hurt you"

"I'm sorry I make you come to the ship, I knew you wanted to stay" he said sincerely.

"It's okay, I have to make sure you stay alive, you know for the boys, maybe working at Monarch with you and Brooks won't be so bad"

"Well you can always run away from us in Hawaii, or maybe... we could run away together" He gave you a pleading look, and for moment you could imagine that life, keep running away, by his side, the soldier that never came home, and the idealist doctor, and keep leaving ghosts in every island, trying to find happiness apart from the world, but together. He kissed you, but this time it wasn't a lusty hunger kiss, nor passionate and angry like before, it was reassuring and you knew no matter what your answer was, he was on your side, for the first time you had someone on your side "So what do you say?"

But you couldn't answer because out of nowhere your stomach make you nauseous and you rush to the toilet to empty its content.

"Are you okay dear?" He screamed from the bed "I'm trying bloody hard to not take this as criticism"

"I'm okay, but I'm going to check your tests and start taking the pills before I end up confessing my sins on the fever like you" you said and walked out of the bathroom to saw him "We can talk later" you assure him.

You marched inside the medical office and started to look in the cabinets, when the young doctor that had received Conrad walked in.

"I'm sorry, I start feeling the symptoms and I thought it would be better if I start on the chloroquine before it gets worse" you excuse yourself.

"That would be great, if any of you had Malaria" he said offering you a seat that you take since he speak with a Texan accent and an authoritarian voice that made up from his young face "But we test all of you and what our SAS friend has is more likely a stomach flu from some bad shrimp, I was just on my way to tell him." He said and you sigh in relief, but also concerned about your own symptoms

"Oh that's great, but I start barfing too, and I didn't had the shrimp last night" you said and he took out a small file with your name that the nurses had put together earlier.

"Well it may be motion sickness, we are in a boat after all, or maybe... you told the nurse you didn't remember when was your last period?" He said looking the file.

"Well we have been in the jungle almost a month so I wasn't exactly counting" you tried to joke.

"The change of environment can trigger the vomit, or if you had sex in the past three weeks you might be pregnant" He smiled and all the weight of the world fall into your shoulders instantly. "In any case you should rest and let alone my medical cabinets, go with nurse Matthews she will give you some vitamins" he said but you were not longer listening.

No, it couldn't be that, right? You tried to convince your mind, but deep down you knew it was true, what would he think? He was a soldier, a man of the field, not a father, and you were obviously not a mother, what will happen now? Now that he wanted to run away in the world next to you, a baby had a place on that plan?.

Two days later Conrad was out of the medical bay and trying to approach you, offering you a fresh start from the afternoon you pause all those weeks ago in Malaysia.

But the stolen kisses on the hallways, and his nightly incursions on your cabin only made it harder for you to find a way to come clean about your news, even when the idea had already sink in your mind, because it was a baby, and it was his baby, how could you not be happy and grateful? Yet you haven't say anything to him.

Four days later he had spend the whole day walking on the deck with you, like if the planes and choppers were an appropriate sighting for a date.

"We'll be in Hawaii soon" He started "If you want to go out for a walk in the morning and get lost in the jungle we have to star planning now" he said and you were looking at the ocean trying to make up your mind.

"Maybe... I was wondering about the work you do at Monarch, maybe I will give it a chance" you start not sure how the whole we are having a baby situation will fit in your speech "I mean if you want to travel the world it might help to have a paying job for a while" you were nervously touching your hands.

"Of course, also when the baby comes I would like to have a proper house for him to be... or she, I don't care you know? as long as they're healthy" he said and you nodded yes.

"Yeah of course... what??" You look at him and he had the most radiant smile on his face, and he was clearly holding his laugh and apparently tears, of joy? "How do you know?

"Well nurse Matthews saw us kissing and then she complained about how Children this days keep having children out of wedlock" he said and you hide your face on your hands.

"I was really going to tell you... for real is just..." but you didn't have the words in you, and the tears were running on your face

"I know, it's fine, I mean is a little soon but if I'm honest I'm tired of running, and after all we've been trough I couldn't imagine a single person to share this experience with" He said cleaning the tears from your face.

"You sure?" You asked again, needing to hear it from his mouth.

"I'm sure, I fall in love with you when I saw you scaring local vendors in Malaysia and then fighting guerilla liders in Borneo, I even loved you when you vomit after kissing me for real, I'm completely taken by you Y/N"

"I fall in love with you too James" you said, and his expression got serious for a moment. "What?"

"Nothing, is just that I'm going to miss Prince Charming" he said giving you again the disarming smile that had started all this adventure.

The end

@damalseer

@kinghiddlestonanddixon (I hope you like the end)

[dreepydrabbles]

you wanted Milo asks, you get Milo asks! how about some HCs for both a dense Milo and dense s/o not realizing their attractions to each other? and also that Milo voice message ask hit me on a deeply visceral level I don't want to revisit again but GOD I LOVE IT IN THE WORST WAY... can we have more bychance?

TUMBLR YOU BITCH DID YOU REALLY TRY TO HIDE THIS MASTERPIECE OF A REQUEST FOR PINING DOPES-

ALSO, I'M GLAD TO HEAR I HAVE DRAGGED YET ANOTHER VICTIM TO MY SIN-BIN OF SHAME. ALL NEW MEMBERS RECEIVE A COOKIE AND ACCESS TO THE GOOGLE DRIVE FOLDER OF SAVED MILO FANART

milo - dense, meet denser

you and milo had met during your little brother's journey across galar. most made the journey on their own, but your little bro, dakota, had asked you to come along. he was ecstatic when you'd accepted, almost too consumed by his anxieties to join the gym challenge in the first place.

both milo and your brother were down to their last pokemon, and things weren't looking too good for dakota's sobble. but there you were in the very front row of the crowd, chanting encouragements along with your roserade that he could still win, that you knew he could do it.

luckily, milo had already decided to let your brother win, sluffing off a couple of stat boosting moves so sobble could get the final hit. he can't say he regretted it when he saw the young boy break down into happy tears, holding sobble to his chest like it was the most precious thing to him in this world. strangely enough, he reminded milo of his own brother in that moment...

he found you in the stadium lobby, swinging dakota around in what he can only assume was a bewear hug and cooing about how proud of him you were. milo couldn't help his lighthearted giggle at your brother's expression as he tried to get you to put him back down.

milo took the opportunity and formally introduced himself to you, admittedly shaking your hand for a few moments longer than what's usually appropriate. he'd complimented dakota on his already great progress and how determined his sobble was in battle. he'll never forget how your brother's eyes lit up, your hand coming down to ruffle dakota's hair as you chuckled. "see? i told you that you were doing amazing! even the great fighting farmer himself thinks so!"

milo will never admit how that made his heart skip a beat, the lightest of flushes coming to his face.

you and milo spoke up until it was time for the next challenger's turn. he gave you a league card with his number on it, mentioning how much he enjoyed you and your brother's company and that you were welcome back anytime.

as it turns out, it took a long while for dakota to be confident enough to challenge the next gym, so until then, you two end up spending a great deal of time around turffield while your brother trains. milo frequently ran into you two, maybe while setting up camp and would offer his help.

as time went on, he'd really look forward to helping you make curry as your brother and sobble played with the kind wild pokemon of the area.

your roserade, ivy, was surprisingly protective of you and dakota around milo at first, keeping a close eye on his every move. milo had never had such difficulty winning over the trust of a grass type!

once he did though (oh jeez, it'd taken the poor farmer WEEKS), it became clear that the pokemon had picked up on your shared feelings before either of you did, "accidentally" bumping milo closer to you every so often as you two cooked or put up the tent. it seems that ivy was almost irritated by how dense you two were to your own feelings.

one sunny afternoon, milo, you and your brother were all sat under a big oak tree, laying in the grass and enjoying the fresh, crisp air. dakota had fallen asleep with sobble on his chest, both you and milo quietly "awww"ing at the sight.

the sleepy afternoon soon claimed you as well, milo not even noticing until you'd unconsciously moved closer to his warmth, lightly snuggling into his side.

the poor farmer had been so startled, taking a good moment to allow himself to relax. but when he did, he looked over you and your brother's sleeping forms, and couldn't help but think how he wanted it to last forever.

[papa-rhys]

The Morning After (Rhys X Reader)

Note: Kind of a part 2 to Shared Empires, but can also be read separately!

Warnings: none unless you count heavy smoochin as a cardinal sin

Word count: 2000 (ish)

Just gone 6 am. It’s so early you might actually cry and the constant tick tick tick of the clock in Rhys’ bedroom is slowly pushing you over the edge, seemingly just to spite you.

             Rhys sleeps peacefully beside you, one arm draped over you. Soft snores leaving his lips, stirring up that god-awful moustache ruining his face. Not for the first time, you contemplate shaving it off while he sleeps. Or maybe setting it on fire? No, that’d probably hurt him. You watch him sleeping for a moment longer before the clock's tedious taunts begin grating on your nerves again.

             That’s it, you think, I gotta kill it.

             You sit up and gently shove the sheets off - silk, grey in colour to match the industrial metal of Rhys’ room and damn near everything else on Promethea. It’s a break from the sand and rock colours of Pandora, at least. You’ve never thought that grey could be so refreshing, but after spending a significant amount of time on a planet that literally has a place called The Dust, you’re just thankful that it’s not frigging beige.

             You have to stand on an armchair to reach the clock on Rhys’ wall and once or twice you almost fall, your legs still wobbly from sleep and the celebratory bloody mary’s you and Rhys had thrown down your necks last night. Memories surface, albeit blurry ones; Rhys’ smile, his dumb jokes landing better than usual thanks to the ethanol, hands wandering under the table while Atlas soldiers booze it up on the other side of the room.

             The clock tumbles off the wall when you smack it, vengefully, and Rhys pretty much leaves his body when it clatters to the floor. Bless him, but he looks like he might have just had an aneurysm. There’s a few moments of silence as he blinks away the fogginess, sitting up and looking around the room like he’s just been born.

             “You okay?” you ask. He nods, slightly confused. He looks like he might be trying to remember his name. “Good,” you say, holding back a giggle.

             Rhys rubs his eyes with his knuckles, digging in deep enough to spark a kaleidoscope, no doubt. He’s shirtless and his hair is a mess - his locks having dried curly and shaggy after you’d drunkenly (and totally playfully) dunked each other in the indoor fountain on the way through the lobby last night - but it suits him a lot more than his usual business getup, you think. He looks less work and more play, which is always the way to be.

             “You want some coffee for that hangover, Mr CEO?” you ask, hopping down from the armchair and landing on the metal floor, barefooted.

             “Coffee sounds amazing,” he replies, giving you a sleepy smile. He frowns when he spies you picking up the cracked remains of his clock from the floor. “What happened to my clock?” he asks.

             “I killed it.”

             “Why?”

             “It was ticking,” you say simply, flashing the object a look of disgust before heading towards the buzzer on the door and nonchalantly dropping the blasted clock into the rubbish bin on your way past. You thumb the pad on the wall beside the door and speak into the comms. “Two coffees with extra cinnamon when you’re ready, Butler Bot. Throw in a little ethanol if you’re feeling generous.”

             “I’ll be right with you!” the robotic voice complies, way too cheerfully for this hour of the morning.

             As you pad your way back over to the bed on the balls of your feet, Rhys sits at the foot of the mattress, still wrapped up in the sheets at his waist. He waits for you to approach with his arms open and you stand between his legs, the pair of you still warm and toasty with sleep. He hugs your waist and looks up at you through eyes that at least seem a little more alert now.

             “How did you end up here?” he asks as you comb his hair back from his forehead.

             “You offered to pay me otherworldly amounts of money for the rest of my life,” you reply. “And as a Vault Hunter, I’m legally and morally required to do anything for money.”

             “I mean here,” he clarifies, smiling. “In my bed. With one of my shirts on.”

             You look up at the ceiling, pressing a finger to your chin under the pretence of searching for an answer. A hum and a shake of the head draws Rhys’ smile up even further at the corners. “Can’t think of any reason in particular,” you say. “Maybe it’s just your dashing wit.”

             “And my wonderful fashion sense,” he says, straightening a little.

             “The alcohol helped, too.”

             Rhys pulls you in against him and you topple, the pair of you landing with a bouncy thwump on the mattress. You giggle and sigh while he places a few strategic kisses on your throat and the sweet tickling of that bloody ‘stache is the one and only thing worth keeping it around for. Lord knows the pash rash down under makes a good argument for shaving it off, though. Eugh.

             Rhys rolls sideways and you land beside him with his arm draped over you once again. It seems like you’ve spent the last 48 hours doing anything but moving - the whole time, you’ve been hanging off him like the punters at the bar hang off Moxxi. He hasn’t seemed to mind so far. His eyes haven’t left you in a solid three weeks. If you didn’t find him so innocently charming, then you’d probably have shot him in the face by now, in all honesty.

             “We can stay here all day if you want,” he mumbles quietly, only a hairbreadth away.

             “Screw the war and let them take Promethea?” you say. 

             Rhys props his head up on his hand and leans over you. “Well,” he says, shrugging, “we could always save the planet tomorrow instead. I am the CEO of Atlas, you know. I can pretty much do what I want.”

             “That sounds like a very shady way of looking at it.” 

             You smile, but it’s tinged with sadness. You both know letting Maliwan and the bloody Children of The Corn take over Promethea isn’t on the cards. Hell, it isn’t even written on the throw-aways. If this damn war weren’t raging overhead, then you and Rhys would have all the time you wanted. But alas, it is. Another villain taking up your time, another stranger who needs your help, another wrong that needs to be righted. 

             “I can stay until noon,” you tell him, craning your neck to deliver a swift and equally sweet kiss to his lips. “But then I have to go. You know how it is.”

             “Yeah,” he sighs, tracing circles around the edge of the button on your borrowed shirt. “I know. I just hate that we can’t spend enough time together.”

             You push up onto your elbows and sit up, gaining height on him (for once) and revelling in the way he looks up at you with that sparkle in his eyes. That sparkle comes when he watches you do two things; when you kill and when you boss him around. You’re beginning to think he has a little bit of a fetish for those two things and you’re not so certain which one is stranger.

             With a pointed finger tip pressed to his chest, you push him down further into the mattress and swing a leg over him, straddling his waist. “Why, Mr CEO, you should know that it’s not about the amount of time spent,” you tell him, summoning the most painfully flirtatious tone that drips off your tongue with each word. You lean down and he watches you with those wide sparkling eyes, hardly believing his luck. “It’s about what you do with it,” you add.

             Rhys swallows, the pounding in his chest visible. He doesn’t get a word out before you kiss him, but you doubt he’d be much more than speechless anyway. A few second of waiting for a response would have probably only earned you a little drool and a murmur that you imagine would have sounded a lot like “murrmuhnuhnuh?”

             The kiss is all kinds of lovely now that last night’s booze has mostly worn off and you pray to the Maker that Butler Bot doesn’t interrupt with that coffee. In an ideal world, it would conveniently take him the next two hours to prepare those piping hot cups of bean water, but realistically you know you have a little over five minutes before he comes zooming in with a tray in hand, offering cheery commentary on your sexual performance. Robots don’t have a grasp on social etiquette. 

             Still, you can’t quite bring yourself to stop Rhys from flipping you over, despite the embarrassment that is surely on the way up the stairs this very moment.

             Rhys breaks the kiss, hovering over you with your legs wrapped around his waist. “Is this okay?” he asks, that cute, bumbly nervousness creeping in. “This is what you want, right?”

             You smile up at him, pearly whites on show. He returns the smile even though you haven’t given him an answer yet. Bless him, he really likes you.

             “This is exactly what I want,” you tell him. “But if you’d be a doll and hurry up before Butler Bot barges in with those coffees, that’d be amazing.”

             He leans down and gets right back to it, laying down kisses like they’re landmines in a field of Eridium clusters. There’s no way in hell that something that feels this good is legal. Or even morally sound. You’ve gotten a lot of kicks in your time but this is on another level. You're a tad bit lightheaded, only it feels good, not dangerous. The thumping in your rib cage thrums through your ears, too, and your breath comes quick and heavy. All of this feels a little bit like heaven, if you’re honest - not that you’d ever get up there after all the things you’ve done for money. Still, you can afford to enjoy this little taste of it, right?

             You lose your fingers in the hair at the back of Rhys’ head and grip the slightest bit tighter when his hand squeezes your thigh. His whiskers tickle at your collar bone as he leaves his kisses across your chest. You can tell that some of them will have left hickies in their wake come tonight and you look forward to wearing them on the battlefield. There’s something deliciously petty about letting Maliwan and those COV losers know that you still have the time to get laid in between putting them under the dirt.

             Rhys comes up to take a breather, his cheeks pink and breath slightly laboured. “This is more than just good fun, right?” he asks.

             You tilt your head to one side, trying to pin his meaning. Watching his breaths come and go, stirring up that moustache, you speak. “What do you mean?”

             “I mean you’re… you’re waaaay cooler than me and I - I just figure maybe you’re just having fun while you’re on the job and I was just hoping that maybe it’s more than just… that.” He swallows between breaths. “Is it?”

             A slow smile creeps up to the corners of your eyes and you reach a hand up to smooth out his dumb frigging moustache that you’re shamefully beginning to like. In a weird, love/hate kinda way. “If I wanted fun, I definitely wouldn’t be fighting yet another corporate war on a planet in the arse end of the galaxy,” you say. “I think I could find better ways to get my kicks if that’s what I was looking for.”

             “And that means…”

             You cup his face with both hands. “It means I like you, you idiot,” you giggle. “For reasons that may never be known.”

             Rhys grins like a Rakkshire Cat and that sparkle is back to twinkling in his eyes with a hot vengeance. He leans down and presses his lips to yours once, twice, three times. And with a soft sigh, you flop your arms onto the mattress on either side of you and let the moment take you.

[vcngttpt-a]

ALL OF THEM. @mun meme ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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||you are. the bane. of my existence. 

☯ Is there a muse you’ve always wanted to play?

hmm ig i’ll go with canon for this one because i have many ocs, but uh i really wanna write for seto from fragile dreams. i used to have an ask blog for him back in the day but that died quickly seeing as how dead the fandom is so- but i do love him with all my heart and i would love to be able to someday write him or something

♣ Is there an author(s) that you look up to with your writing skills?

rick riordan, marissa meyer and michelle rowen. i’ve read their books throughout middle school and high school and i still find myself going back to reread their books because i just love how their words flow as well as how engaging their plots are. i honestly hope i can reach rick riordan levels of skill whenever i get around to finishing my own novel!

♧ Is there an RP partner(s) that you credit for becoming a better writer?

one would have to be an old rp friend that we sadly don’t talk to anymore since she was the first one i started writing with a lot more back in high school as well as the one who would give me advice on how to improve and just be patient with me when i go stuck with writing our threads and also mikey (@snw-cnvs) since he also supports me outside of rp’ing to get me to write actually fiction drabbles. i just wish i could finish them lmao

♥ What’s your favorite ship with your muse?

all of my ships with mikey no i’m joking lolol i really love my ship with haneul because i’ve had him for two years now and he’s grown a lot because of his ship. he’s someone whose never believed that love was real and sure their relationship is a little rocky, but they both don’t really have the proper understanding for love until waaaay later. i also really love how whenever he’s with obe, he’s able to pull out this different side of haneul, someone whose so overconfident and quick to words, becomes at a loss for words and questioning himself a lot. i just love them best otp 

♡ Would you ever write a poly ship?

sure, i’d be down for it as long as our muses have the right chemistry as well as if i know both muns pretty well and if they’re also comfortable with it.

♦ What’s an AU that you’ve always wanted?

answered

♢ What’s an AU that you think just won’t work with your muse?

any au that causes too much of a shift in my muses’ personality. i’m usually willing to try any au but if it becomes too much that my muse basically becomes a different person i don’t like it. 

♔ What’s your opinion on teacher/student verses? Do you have any of these as threads?

eeeeh i dont really care, but i work at a school so the thought makes me like uncomfy because i don’t wanna think about work lolol but its also like fiction and i’m able to tell the difference between fiction and reality so yea. also no i don’t have any threads like that

♕ Do you like magic!anons? Why or why not?

not really. it became too much of a thing to deal with back in the day. i just like the simple things

⚜ What is the best time to write for you? Why?

nighttime because i’m fuckin nocturnal even tho i have a day job rip my sleep schedule and ever growing eye bags

★ What type of historical AU would you like to do one day?

Victorian era, or the prohibition era don’t ask me why i like them i don’t even know myself i just know i wouldn’t mind

☆ What type of fantasy AU would you like to do one day?

all of them. i’m a huge slut for fantasy in general. its one of the best things i love the most. 

☄ Do you think your muse would have liked going to high school sports games? Do you or did you go to high school sports games?

haneul: no, he’s not into those things, but also he was home schooled until he went to college

eiji: he used to play soccer in high school so yea

reese: do magic tournaments count? cause if so then yes

sage: no, i was the loser who hung out at the library with friends to sit around and read books and manga 

☾ Do you like writing smut? Why or why not?

okay, if it wasn’t obvious i used to rp back in middle school through high school and on tumblr and i have done my fair share of the sin once i turned 18. nowadays i’m pretty much like eh, but ig i could try again if the need arises, but it also depends on my mood ig? i’d have to write it with someone i’m completely comfortable writing with but also even then it’s gotten to the point i’m more like ig we can just fade to black yea? 

tbh i feel i got all the urges to write sin outta me when i was on my old en blog lmao i had so many smut threads on there i’m ashamed 

☽ Do you like writing angst? Why or why not?

yes god i love being able to break my muses because it’s so fun. like yea it also hurts because that’s my kid i’m hurting but i’m okay with that. it’s just something that adds realness to them because the world sure as fuck ain’t rainbow and sunshine

☼ What’s an FC that you’re dying to use? Why?

i have these icons that i squirreled away for awhile now and i really wanna use them but my brain is too dead to figure out who he could work for. like he was my first thought for reese but he didn’t really give off the right reese vibes so maybe i’ll dig around my oc bin and see who looks the closest to him 

or i cave and just make a brand new oc for him

☀ What’s an FC that you desperately want to play with? Why?

i’m not really picky about what fc write with tbh 

☁ What’s an FC that you refuse to play with? Why?

not really refuse to play - more like i’m eh with. if only because en used to be my main chara for a long time like, i was so deep into the magical boy lore that a good chunk of my headcanons became canon. but also it just…leaves a bad taste in my mouth even more so since the drama that happened in that fandom left me filled with fear and hesitance to rp for a good chunk like before. it just brings back bad memories and i thought i was moving past it when i was thinking about using him for reese but alas. some memories don’t leave

maybe one day i’ll either get to write en again or i can use his face as fc but we’ll see

☂ How does your muse spend a rainy day? How do you spend a rainy day?

haneul: he loves the rain and he’ll spend it either under an umbrella or just sitting there in the rain just letting it wash away his thoughts and fears for a little bit 

eiji: he’d spend it indoors playing a video game or playing with seto

reese: he’d prob be dumb and splash in the puddles because he likes to enjoy the little things. other times he’ll just ignore it and stay indoors either hanging with friends or studying and practicing his magic for his school’s next tournament 

sage: i like to spend it just lookin out my window with my kitty on my chest. i love the sound of it against the sidewalk and streets. 

☃ If your muse was cartoonized, what would their FC be? Why?

uh idk how to answer this tbh 

☺ What’s a character that you desperately want your muse to play with? Why?

toshi @ haneul *stares at @snw-cnvs* and also reese @ momo *stares at @deceptivetreat* but also i just want everyone to bother my boys i love them so much. 

☹ What’s a character that you refuse to play with? Why?

idk i’m pretty open for any character

☢ Are there any ships that you would like to write for one day? Any that you wouldn’t?

uh dunno. i’m open for any ships that have the right chemistry tbh just not haneul since he’s already taken

☣ What’s one thing that will make you drop a thread?

useless drama and or if i can’t seem to figure out where the thread is going for our muses. like if they don’t clash well i don’t wanna give tryin to grasp at straws. but i’m always down to try again unless it ends up the same than welp

♨ What’s a muse that you wished had lasted, but didn’t?

aaaah my supernatural brothers!!! i love them so much but they didn’t last and i’m not sure if i’m goin to add them on here or leave them in the void. 

❀ Do you like reblog karma? Why or why not?

i’m gonna sound old but i don’t know what that is hold on. *googles* oh okay yea no. that seems like too much pressure to do and i have too much anxiety to do that i’m sorry. 

✿ Do you have a mun FC? If so why did you choose that as your FC, and if not who would you choose?

yes. because i have so many icons it’s not even funny, but also before i got my  hair cut she looked the most like me and also i thought it’d be fun to be able to tell the difference between me and my boys 

see, back in the day i was the loser who would make ooc posts that included my muses and it was easy to have mun fc so you could do that and it was a lot fun, but it’s somethin i won’t so nowadays.

♪♩♫ Does music inspire your muse? What’s one song on your playlist that reminds you of your muse?

haneul: mirror part II

any of weiss’ songs work for him tbvh

eiji: rpg

reese: havent found one that works for him yet, so come back later

✂ Do you like to format your posts? Why or why not?

yes it’s all for the aesthetic 

✆ Other than RPing, what’s a hobby of yours?

i love to write and draw. lmao sometimes i don’t write drafts so i can write more of my novel or little drabbles that’s for friends. 

✉ Do you RP on any other platforms?

nope

❤ Have you or are you currently in love?

answered

❥ Has something ever happened for you to hate a ship? Why?

uh nope can’t say there has been.

ツ Who has been your favorite muse to play so far? Why?

haneul, eiji, lifty and shifty, and en

han and eiji because they’re both my ocs and it’s so much fun to see them develop and grow their characters more. 

en because i was able to write a lot of different aus, headcanons, and just develop a canon character until he pretty much just became my own character

lifty and shifty were my roots. i started in the htf fandom and had so much fun writing those lil shits. it was just my go fuckin crazy shit. i still have their icons and their old blog is still up and i do kinda miss them some days.

回 Which muse was the worst to play? Why?

i used to have an oc named harley who was a living doll and i haha came to hate him because i made him around the same time i created haneul and i always loved haneul because i put a lot of effort into him and not much in harley and i got annoyed and jealous that back then everyone seemed to love harley more him. so i pretty much tossed him to the curve adfhsdkfjh

sorry harley but you were also hard to write because you were too sweet and cliche for me 

✘ People come in a group. If I were to look on your blog, who would I see you interacting with the most?

@snw-cnvs and @deceptivetreat

ღ Do you have a personal blog? Do you share it with your followers or do you keep it private?

nah i haven’t used tumblr in years until now. i do have one but i don’t use it so idc it’s called @shouyoutheworld but again i don’t use it it’s…v old

▼ Do you keep your character in character even if they are one of the worst people in the world?

yes. what’s the point of writing and creating said character if you’re gonna sugar coat them?

▽ Why did you create this muse?

haneul: i wanted an oc who was really jaded and brat. i wanted to see him grow into something more even if its difficult 

eiji: i pretty much wanted a muse that i could dump all my useless game infos on

reese: i wanted a witch oc who had a rival that they both hated their guts for and eventually fall in love I’M SO RR Y THAT’S REALLY WHY HE WAS MADE FORGIVE ME BUT NOW I DEVELOPED HIM A LOT MORE FOR RP’ING PURPOSES BUT Y’KN OW

[rookisaknight]

MBTI and the Seeds

Religious bullshit, meet personality bullshit. I took to 16personalities for a direction on this and was actually pretty convinced by the majority of the results (which is whack because 16personalities almost always gets at least one letter off), but I have an unfathomably large amount of information about this test stored in my grey matter so I’ll be hopping off a bit to fill in my own blanks. Also notable is the severe trauma each of the Seeds have been through

This is going under a cut because it's a long post and honestly might be more worthwhile as a reference for myself and how I write the Seeds, but I can’t be the only personality nerd in this fanbase.

Jacob Seed: ISTJ. The Logistician

I wasn’t sold on this one initially given that Jacob seems far more comfortable with out of control situations than most Js generally are, but I find the overall profile fits him better than ISTP. My explanation is that his time in the juvie, the military, and the foster system has forced a maturation of this particular function due to constantly feeling out of control, which makes him more open to adaptation than he would have been otherwise. 

Strengths:

Honest and Direct: Notably Jacob is arguably the least manipulative Seed. He “tricks” you in a sense with the conditioning but that is more a strategic concealment than any deception. Unlike the other three, Jacob does not pretend that his actions come from any sense of love or divine calling. He is always straightforward with the deputy, even if that doesn’t restrain his cruelty.

Strong-willed and Dutiful: Basically see all of the Book of Joseph, as well as his “you think I care if I die” comments. I lump very responsible under this. 

Calm and Practical: I don’t think I have to explain this part. Jacob never reacts from an explicitly emotional place. The “did you think you were free” is the closest to losing his temper I think we see from him. He has expectations, and failure to meet them will be punished. He doesn’t see a need to get emotional about it, preferring to detach himself

Create and Enforce Order: Well, culling the herd is an unconventional tactic, but...

Weaknesses: 

Stubborn: As Joseph said, Jacob has been getting into it since he was a kid. Even with the brother, he’s willing to die for, he explicitly argues with him. And even in the face of his own death, he refuses to rescind his own philosophy, or even demonstrate any regret for the path he’s chosen.

Insensitive and Judgemental: Jacob’s a shithead no I will not elaborate

Always By the Book: an illegal paramilitary cult, yes, but one that holds to Jacob’s exacting standards. 

Often Unreasonably Blames Themselves: Loath as I am to woobify Jacob at all, there’s a pathos to him. As Joseph says, he thinks of himself as a “weapon without a purpose. A soldier without a legacy”. As a child, he protected his siblings and as an adult, he views himself as little more than a meatshield. There’s a sense that he objectifies himself, reduces himself down to simply the function of violence and protection, and those high standards mean that he views death as simply another failure.

can bastard be a personality type

Joseph Seed: ISFP- The Observer

The test originally gave me INFP, but I find that unconvincing for two reasons. One, INFP’s are predominantly defined by an open-minded approach to life and to ideas, which doesn’t fit well with a guy so convinced he got religion right that he was willing to kidnap and murder people. Two, while Joseph is definitely contemplative and deals with the symbolic, his “visions” are not flights of fancy but are in some sense practical. He doesn’t really appear to engage in thought experiments, merely interpret sensory (or in this case extrasensory) information that he is presented with.

Strengths:

Charming: The man runs a successful church for a reason, and it can’t just be good cheekbones and dogwhistling

Sensitive to Others: Joseph has a keen insight into other people’s emotional state, which is what makes him so effective at manipulating them. He tends to meet people where they’re at with a certain deftness that would be impressive if he didn’t use it the way he did

Passionate: about the LORD. No, but I’ll give this to the man, he’s certainly got a vision, and sticks to it with intensity.

Curious: I think anyone working in the business of people has to have an inherently curious mind, and while Joseph may believe he has all the answers, his fascination with the Deputy to me indicates that he has an inherent draw to things that disrupt his world. I also think about how he would get in trouble as a child for seeking out forbidden material, such as Spiderman comics. those Satanic webs...

Weaknesses:

Fiercely Independent: He’s developed a supportive community now but Joseph has always marched to the beat of his own awful, awful drum, which has gotten him kicked out of at least one job and lost him at least one set of foster parents. He doesn’t seem to need people as much as he acquires them 

Unpredictable: Sometimes with blood, sometimes with forgiveness, it's hard to say how Joseph will respond to disruption on any given day. Where the spirit leads, I suppose. 

Easily Stressed: This one I’ll actually argue that his turbulent history and the demands of his job have at least taught him to cover this up, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t cracks in the armor. “yOU HAVE TO BELIEVE ME!!!!!”

Overly Competitive: He’s a sore loser with a tendency to punish people for failing him (see: Faith and the statue)

Fluctuating Self-Esteem: He’s dealing with a joint worldview where he is at once God’s chosen and a “no one from nowhere with nothing”. How much of that is genuine we may never know, but I don’t think the fluctuation is outside the realm of possibility

John Seed: ESFJ-The Consul

I was a little on the fence about N vs S but ultimately found that John’s a bit more concrete than conceptual.

Strengths:

Strong Practical Skills: I mean, the man orchestrated a hostile takeover of an entire county, he knows how to get things done when he wants

Strong Sense of Duty, Very Loyal: This part is likely underdeveloped given how tempestuous forming relationships was for most of his life, but given how bound he feels to Joseph its clearly in him.

Good at Connecting With Others: He’s a shitstain, but according to Joseph he had business connections everywhere and was basically a walking secret storage bin. John can probably be very charming if you don’t know how he spends his weekends in the bunker. 

Sensitive and Warm: again, underdeveloped given his background, but there’s clearly a lot of emotions broiling just below the surface given how volatile he can be and how easily Joseph can access them. Joseph also describes him as a very sensitive kid, for what that’s worth

Weaknesses

Worried About Their Social Status: The boy is a climber

Inflexible:  He holds pretty firmly to his headcanons on Hope County (for fuck’s sake John Nick’s sin isn’t Greed, its Sloth) and has a very definite view on how things should be. Not to mention he seems very particular, just based on the state of his home and his clothes. He has rituals and habits, and will not deviate.

Vulnerable to Criticism: If you say anything about his future receding hairline he will cry. He just will. Not to mention I’m citing that look he gives you when you’re apparently costing him paradise by not converting

Often Too Needy: He will either get attention or he will die trying. 

Too Selfless: Honestly, selfless isn’t the right word here, but I’ll copy the way 16 personalities describes it because I think it fits really well for John. “ Consuls sometimes try to establish their value with doting attention, something that can quickly overwhelm those who don’t need it, making it ultimately unwelcome. Furthermore, Consuls often neglect their own needs in the process.” John is a deeply selfish person but he does act like someone who tries to get affection by giving everything of himself, often to the point that he makes the other person uncomfortable.

I literally love this dramatic edit it's so good

Faith Seed/Rachel Jessop: ENFP-The Campaigner

I have nothing to add, it just fits. At the most, I think Faith is a little more pragmatic than she lets on (given that whole “if violence is the only language you choose to speak”) but to me, that can easily be an extension of the ENFP’s ability to connect emotionally. It means they know how to cut people off 

Strength

Curious: I mean you don’t end up in a cult willingly without a little curiosity. Faith also seems mildly intrigued by the Deputy’s resistance, and while this eventually culminates in frustration with our intractability, I believe there’s a genuine investment in the journey to conversion

Observant: Faith is cued into her public perception, both from the resistance and the cult, and consciously constructs it. She also shares Joseph’s ability to tune into emotions and exploit them.

Energetic and Enthusiastic: How much of her ray of sunshine persona is constructed for the benefit of converting people will probably never be answered, but I don’t believe it can be constructed whole cloth. I think Rachel always was a person with a lot of heart and enthusiasm for her passions, even if it's not as constant as Faith Seed wants you to believe

Excellent Communicators: There’s a reason she’s regarded as the Siren. She can talk people into things even they don’t want to do. Certainly left me shook

Know How To Relax: *insert weed joke here*

Very Popular and Friendly: Again, her Siren persona may not be 100% genuine, but you can’t fake that level of charisma

Weaknesses:

Poor Practical Skills: Listen, Rachel is smart as hell (definitely smart enough to develop a drug and orchestrate mass production thereof), but her planning skills? Not great. Up until Burke gets taken out of the Bliss her plan seemed to be “talk with the Deputy over and over until they change their mind”. She kicks it up a notch after she finally gets annoyed with us but it seems a bit more “making it up as she goes”, and she falls back on strategies that have worked for her before but aren’t really effective for the Deputy. In fairness, I don’t think any of the Seeds are strong in the planning department

Overthink Things, Get Stressed Easily: Unlike with John and Jacob, Faith doesn’t really let us in to see her darker side. She prefers to speak of her flaws in the past tense. Yet clearly anxiety has been an issue in her life, given how deeply her isolation sat with her and her sense of worthlessness. Using drugs as an escape from stress also makes sense for her character, at least from my perspective

Highly Emotional: Faith communicates in emotional terms, manipulates people through emotions, and unlike someone like Jacob Faith loses her temper. She shouts at us, demonstrates her frustration very openly, even screams at us that we couldn’t possibly understand her.

Independent to a Fault: Her personal history gives her some interesting codependent issues with Joseph but based on what we hear of her from Tracey Rachel resented anyone trying to control her, even if they had her best interests at heart, and was perfectly willing to burn bridges over people questioning her choices. 

If people are interested I can develop these out more. I may eventually do these for the police force members too but frankly, we’re given less to deal with for them, in particular with Joey and Staci, so who knows.

[punkscowardschampions]

Ali & Ro

Ali: One of your kids is here??? Ro: Oh no! Ro: I double checked everyone was aware of the cancellations and everything Ali: You know what people are like, probably received but didn't actually read/listen to the message, like Ali: I'll quickly get in before ma can be her charming self any harder Ro: Thank you Ali: [allow time for that] Ali: Done Ali: Why'd you have to cancel anyway? Ro: Sadly I have yet to master being able to be in two places at once, especially when one of those places is so ridiculously far away Ro: What's more surprising though is that you've remained at home for long enough shepherd my pupil in and out for me without assumedly cursing Tess Ali: Ugh, I feel that Ali: until we're blessed with time-turners, we'll all have to muddle through Ali: and I've been there enough myself to guess where you are, so I won't pout about any potential adventures you could've been on Ali: everyone is DOA and MIA today, plus if I let her shout at me for long enough she might not ground me forever 🤞 Ro: Indeed Ro: Well, I can't deny that would be very much appreciated as I've been subjected to plenty of pouting already as things stand Ro: You can let her know that I'll be making my grand return soon enough which will at the very least give her another target should she desire one Ali: You can probably ignore him, he's just feeling the ill-effects of a 3-day bender, like Ali: some hydration and vitamin c and he'll be over it Ali: can't say the same of mother but my sins definitely outweigh yours Ali: though the offer is appreciated 💚 Ro: He's very much fine in that regard I'd been assured prior to my arrival and of course did my part to truly make it so by making him a late lunch or early dinner once I got there Ro: Regrettably, that offer was taken very much not in the manner it was intended Ro: The tally of my sins therefore apparently exceed the number of yours, in Drew's eyes at any rate Ali: Sounds like Drew Ali: you spoil him Ali: Caleb's mum made him work today, as he was too sick for school Ro: All I've spoilt is his afternoon seemingly Ro: Yet again, I'm a waste of time Ali: Hey Ali: don't take on his bad mood just 'cos he's mad he didn't get what he wanted Ali: you know it's bullshit Ro: None of his grievances are unfounded Ro: I shouldn't break promises Ro: Even if I did make them for less than ideal reasons Ali: No, but you know Ali: you have those reasons regardless Ro: And he has his own reasons to be upset Ali: Which you're clearly giving a fuck about Ali: so he owes you the same in return, yeah Ro: Of course, but his anger is fuelled by how much he does care, obviously Ro: It's because he likes me so much that he wants to take things further than they are Ali: Partly Ali: but I don't think anyone can say that that's all it is Ali: not to discredit how he feels in any way Ali: if anything, it takes into consideration all aspects Ro: He is the only one who can address that with any degree of clarity but its a conversation we're unlikely to have for a while Ali: I'm sure it won't be anything like that long Ro: That almost sounds as if you are in fact discrediting how he feels but I have no desire to get into a disagreement with you about the one I just had with him Ali: No, I'm saying he's nothing if not persistent Ali: trust me, he'll get over it if he has any sense Ro: It's less about the sense he possesses and more about the degree to which my own has abandoned me Ali: Do you regret the fact you didn't or regret the fact you were considering it? Ro: Both regrets somehow exist side by side and I have no idea how that can be Ro: Or which of the many internal voices vocalising my many mistakes I should begin to listen to Ali: Sounds about right Ali: are you in love with him? Ro: Yes Ali: Yeah Ali: it's Ali: the worst kind of headfuck Ali: amongst many other things Ro: What would you do in my place? Ali: About what Ali: specifically Ro: My next move Ro: He says I won't lose him but I know it's more likely than not Ro: Especially now that Carly has her own caravan to host in Ali: You shouldn't do it if that's the only reason why Ali: doing it because you're fearful of any outcome is just a bad idea Ali: it should always be primarily that you want to Ro: I do want to but I also don't want to Ro: It's complicated Ali: It is Ali: it might stop being complicated Ali: or you might do it before it does Ali: either of those is fine and valid Ro: What if it doesn't and I can't? Ali: You will Ali: if you want to, then you will Ali: I said it was the most important factor but definitely not the only, not even close Ali: it's complex but you know, like most things, stressing upon it will never make it less so Ro: I suppose Ali: It's like all this stuff isn't it Ali: thinking you'll never get your period and then it just happens Ali: we've all got our own pace for all of it Ro: And my pace is several steps behind always Ro: Maybe next time I should just go to the party Ali: Well his is coming up so Ali: you will be at that one Ro: Oh my god, don't remind me I haven't even begun brainstorming gifts yet Ali: 😂 Ali: you do have time Ali: but it might distract you from this worry so have at it Ro: You're so fortunate that Caleb's is ages away Ali: I know Ali: so much of me cannot hack that, I'd actually die Ro: After emerging from Carly's mostly unscathed, you could be forgiven for believing yourself immortal, I'm sure Ali: It was pretty hectic Ali: not sure if I'd say life-threateningly so but keep that between us Ali: could tell ma though Ali: keep her from hysteria Ro: I'll use that as my conversational opener when I come in if you'd like Ali: Subtle, cheers Ali: tell her there were no recreational drugs or pre-maritial relations too, whilst you're at it Ro: Carly would appreciate the lack of, I'm certain Ro: More so than Tess would my attempts at such a clearly crafted lie Ali: Can't win with her, like Ali: don't lead with that though Ali: even if that's a truth Ro: It's the kind of day I'm having Ro: I'll simply wish on everything possible that the losses extend to calories as well Ali: Don't waste the magic Ali: I know you skipped lunch Ro: You know because I told you I was busy running around after Drew Ali: Exactly Ro: Nonetheless, I've spent more time on this bus than anything else Ro: It's a pity I can't transfigure my bike here Ali: it seems like a good idea until it starts chucking it down halfway Ro: True, I'd be unlikely to garner any sympathy or permission for more time off from Tess even if I caught my death Ali: Seriously Ali: if she has to see any of us tomorrow at all, she might actually lose it completely Ali: what with Bea and Fraze being their delightful selves all weekend too Ali: the only ones not on the shit list rn are Tommy and Joe and that's only through absence Ro: Precisely Ro: Much like how the idea of finding birthday gifts for Drew is favorable after the nightmarish pursuit we all have to endure in order to provide something that Bea will undoubtedly dislike and return where possible Ali: 😂 s'why I kick it homemade Ali: good luck finding any takers for my sentimental tat, babe Ali: bless Ro: Alas the memory of my childish homemade cards finding their way to the recycling bin earlier than I feel necessary haunts me still Ro: Did Carly like what you made for her though? Ali: 😞 Ali: Yes, thankfully she's far more receptive and forthcoming with her thanks Ali: and the caravan looks amazing Ali: looked, I HOPE everyone kept out Ro: It would be difficult for her not to be, Bea, of course, is without competition in that regard Ro: I was impressed by the pictures despite being well aware of your artistic eye and resourcefulness in gathering materials Ro: Perhaps you should take and utilise all the magic yourself immediately Ro: Protection spells have been employed and succeeded for less Ali: True Ali: and a good idea to boot Ali: I better do it remotely Ali: aside from me leaving the house for anything but school and work rn being a deathwish, I'm not sure of the state I'd find the residents in, like Ro: Hm, yes arguably that is an even better idea Ali: Obviously, I do not plan to be her prisoner for long Ali: but for a great escape, I need even greater plans on the outside Ro: It would be my pleasure to extend such an offer, dear sister, but my own flight of fancy earlier did little else but backfire so it's best I stay under lock and key until I feel suitably chastised Ro: Either by Tess or myself Ali: Self-flagellation is next to godliness, of course Ali: I'll think of something Ro: I have no doubt that you will Ro: But whilst the subject of faltering has been raised, can I ask you something? Ali: of course Ali: scientia potentia est Ro: I was just wondering if you spent much time with Drew this weekend, that's all Ali: Not a huge amount Ali: but I saw him about, doing his thing Ali: if I saw anything like that I would've kicked his arse and told you Ali: in that exact order Ro: Okay Ro: Well, thank you Ali: Of course Ali: sisterhood before everything Ali: especially boys Ro: My favorite religion and the one to which I've been devoted to for the longest and most faithfully Ali: 💚 Ali: What's your ETA? Ro: 13 and a half minutes Ali: Ooh precise Ali: that'll please the jailer Ali: tell her 15 and you'll be back in the good books when you're arse is up the table without her even having to shout up the stairs Ali: 👍 Ro: I already told her 21 minutes so I have enough time to fix my face somewhere that isn't a very full bus Ro: She doesn't need to know that I've been crying Ali: 😕 Ali: Cold water fixes all Ali: we can talk about it properly after Ali: feels like forever Ro: It's not too late to pray for a summer storm Ro: Though it seems everyone misses me until they get the opportunity to spend time with me, so I might be wise to adjust my prayers accordingly actually Ali: Not everyone Ali: just him Ali: and just because he's mad Ali: we'll tea and talk, promise Ro: As long as you share too Ali: I gotcha Ali: you wanna hear all the fantastical and sordid exploits Ro: Fantastical yes, sordid not so much Ali: 😂 Ali: I'll do my best to spin the yarn into something comfortable and befitting Ali: don't worry Ro: Being guaranteed one less thing to overthink about will forever be appreciated Ali: That's my job Ali: one of Ali: labour of love, really Ro: tá mé i ngrá leat freisin Ali: 💚💚💚 Ali: right, I got a table to set Ali: not gonna know what's hit her Ali: Rock even agreed not to throw any spaghetti up the wall Ali: providing I buy him sweets for a week Ro: I'm in awe of your power whether or not she will be Ali: whether a six-year-old can stick to a deal is another thing Ali: did threaten him with a broken pinkie so 🤞 Ro: I'll likewise threaten him with the type of hex befitting a 6 year old promise breaker if needs be Ali: 💀🐸🐀🕯🥀💀 Ro: Our minds have always worked in similar ways, that's a truth which deserves to be universally acknowledged Ro: But for now, go Ro: There will be plenty of time for talking later

[iamrheaspeaks]

Two For One Special

A/N: This is a One-Shot for my Birthday Twin @hearteyes-for-killmonger. I tried to get this out before our day ended but alas here it is regardless. Lightly proofread/ edited as always 💋I hope you had a bomb ass day love 🤞🏾

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: There will be smut 😈

There’s something to be said about what you experience when you spend a birthday in Vegas! The only time Rhea had been to Vegas was passing through it as a child on her way to visit family in Richmond, CA during the summer. Slipping out of grasp like sand through her fingers. But finally this East Coast girl trekked it across country solo dolo to celebrate her birthday. Nothing could kill the joy of this independent adventure. Not the airport check in, the delayed boarding, the very opinioned white woman who insisted that she couldn’t possibly afford her first class ticket and was in the wrong line. Nope as far as Rhea was concerned she’s a mere few hours away from the best long weekend of her life. Those medicated gummies helped too.

Pumpkin was excited to one up her last time in Vegas. She knew which spots she liked and which she didn’t really care for. And how to avoid the multitude of people insisting she’d have more fun if high, drunk or gambling. With no offense to anyone else of course, it just wasn’t her vice. That being said Pumpkin glad to be returning to the city of sin so that the darker side of her got to come out and play. The allure of being somewhere far from home and the fact that she’d chosen to take this trip alone were a plus. The only things and people that would be influencing her energy would be of her choosing.

When Rhea reached her seat there was a woman sitting in the window seat headphones already in typing away at her phone. Rhea stole quick glances at her while loading her carry on into the overhead bin after fishing out her own headphones and old iPod touch, choosing to power down her phone for the flight. The girl had golden brown skin that rivaled hers and deep chocolate brown eyes that gave off an undertone of honey when the sunlight caught them. Her hair was natural. In a side part with the fronts flat twisted back into a high bun with flowers adorning either side. Looking at the deep purple that stained her lips Rhea felt a jolt travel through her. At that she lightly shook her head breathing out a brush of air before sitting down.  

Pumpkin was so engrossed in her phone she hadn’t realized the frame that filled the seat to her right. With no work to worry about and no distractions she had thrown herself into her writing. The woman was smaller in size but undeniably cute. High cheekbones making her smile even more prominent. Gently swaying side to side in her seat in response to whatever she was listening to as she watched all the fuss on the plane die down the closer they got to departure. Her hair was covered in a woven hat and she wore big hoop earrings with a fresh face. Pumpkin liked the happy vibe that she gave off.

A little ways into the flight is when it happened. Pumpkin had removed her headphones to give her ears a rest. Rhea had just caught the attention of a flight attendant asking for something to drink. Anticipating being carded she had her Driver’s License out already. As Rhea and the attendants’ exchange came to a close, “Oh! Happy Birthday by the way!” In unison both Rhea and Pumpkin replied ‘Thank You’ before staring bug eyed at each other. The flight attendant chuckled lowly to herself at the girls’ reaction to what just happened, letting Rhea know she’d be back with her drink shortly. The rest of the flight the two of them slowly opened up more to each other. Sharing stories the more they realized they had in common. They agreed to tag team it to the baggage claim when they landed.

Desperately waiting to see her black suitcase Rhea watched the bout of luggage circling around intently addressing Pumpkin, “It was dope to meet a birthday twin on this trip. We should totally get up and do dinner or something.” 

“Yeah sure! What hotel are you at?”

“Uh…the Palazzo. I kinda saved up and went full tourist.”

“That can’t be a coincidence.”

Rhea popped her head up to look at Pumpkin who amazingly already had her bags, “No way! You’re there too?”

Pumpkin just shook her head in response as they started on their way to the cab terminal.

Hours later Rhea and Pumpkin decided to hit the buffet in the hotel for dinner before trying to catch a show. That pulse was back the moment Rhea seen Pumpkin in her black wrap dress and heeled ankle boots. She paired it with a thin green camouflage military jacket, the same one from earlier on the plane. Must have been an east Coast thing because Rhea also was wearing a dress with a military jacket although she opted for platform heels. Reveling in the opportunity to be taller than she really was if only for a few hours. They didn’t know it yet but their night about to get very interesting.

~~~

“Hey to E!” Jordyn exclaimed a little too eagerly meaning only one thing, challenge time.

“Wassup? What you see?”

“Two birthday girls. Straight ahead.”

“Tiara and sash in matching jackets? Whatcho thinkin’?” Erik asked already licking his lips scheming.

“Bet you can’t get both of them”

“What I get when you lose nigga?”

“Shit you already got everything. You’ll get a bomb ass story out of it though.”

Chuckling deeply Erik side eyed his friend before advancing towards his targets for the night, “Challenge accepted.”

Erik was kissing Pumpkin drawing a hungry moan out of her throat, his lips curving up into a smile before he backed out the kiss. Hearing a hungry sigh come from Rhea as her tiny fingers gripped his thigh Erik switched his gaze from Pumpkin to her. Erik leaned hovering his lips by her ear “I want you to wait”, he whispered before looking her sternly and turning to kiss Pumpkin again. The whimper that came from behind him confirmed his suspensions, Rhea liked to watch. And just like Erik, Pumpkin’s figure was a plus. Even if she didn’t act on it he could see it in her. The want. That combined with the sensation of his lips on Pumpkin’s was causing his pants to tent.

Once Pumpkin pulled out of the kiss to catch her breathe he gives Pumpkin that signature smirk before he turns to Rhea again. When their lips finally collided Rhea saw stars as her eyes fell shut, suddenly glad she actually put on underwear. Before long she couldn’t take how rise in temperature anymore and started to peel out her dress with Erik and Pumpkin following closing behind. Pumpkin stood there feeling slightly exposed before the switch happened. Beckoning Rhea to come to her as Erik went and sat down to enjoy the show. Seeing Rhea totally submitting to Pumpkin’s demand Erik couldn’t wait to bend her to his will.

Their shared moans as their hands explored each other was truly a sight to see. Jordyn may have thought this was a dare but it was turning out to be the best night of Erik’s life. He was sitting in the hotel chair of Pumpkin’s hotel room when Pumpkin caught a glimpse of him slow strocking his freed erection. Commanding Rhea to stop then making her way over to Erik. “I can take care of that for you,” Pumpkin hummed replacing Erik’s hand on his throbbing member with her own before sinking to her knees and taking him into her mouth. His hips thrust up in response to her warm mouth swallowing him down. 

At first Rhea just stood where Pumpkin left her watching the scene in front of her. Her thighs being the only thing keeping her essence from dropping to the carpet below and played with her nipples struggling to keep her eyes open but being overcome by the sound of Erik and Pumpkin’s synchronized moans as she sucked him off. Feeling her mouth go dry but not wanting to interrupt the ride they were on Rhea found herself dropping to her knees, crawling over and turning on her back underneath them coming face to face with Pumpkin’s women hood. Dying for a taste.

“Fuck!” Pumpkin groaned as Rhea’s mouth suctioned around her needy bundle of nerves.

“She hungry. Let her eat” Erik smirked as he watched the dominate side slip away and Pumpkin began to come undone by the smaller woman beneath her who had a death grip on her thick thighs. Drowning in the ecstasy of it all. Had it not been for his stamina these two definitely would’ve given Erik a run for his money. Them moaning in tandem under each others and his own touch alike. Creating his favorite song of flesh and desire. This was definitely a night to remember.

As they moved into their final position it was evident that both the women he was currently bedding were on their last leg. Rhea rode Erik’s face as Pumpkin bounced beautifully up and down on his dick. Both of them gripping at his sides for balance as they made out above him swallowing each other’s moans. The bands in their bellies were tightening, threatening to snap at a moments notice.

“I-I’m”

“Gonna”

“CUM!” they both screamed as they squirted. Erik lapped at Rhea’s folds while simultaneously pounding up into Pumpkin a few more times chasing his own release.

Looking at the birthday girls totally spent passed out in the bed Erik pulled out his phone and snapped a photo before sending it to Jordyn before making his leave.

Challenge: Two for One Special complete. Pay up nigga! I’m the King!

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[chirp-chirp-hockey]

@ Canucks Fans:

Please, please take good care of our beloved Fighting Frenchman. If you’re paying attention to free agency, you are probably going ‘who is this antoine guy?’ ‘Why should I love him?’ (okay, maybe not the second one, but that’s why I’m here)

On that note, I’ve prepped a list of a few things you should know.

1. He may try and start a Cat Club when he gets to Vancouver. Please humor him (we’re pretty sure Minou is past his biting phase).

2. He will spend a lot of time in the sin bin.  It sometimes gets boring in there, and big hockey boys get hungry. If you could supply chocolate chip cookies, he will appreciate it.

3. He likes to collect sticks from other players. Sadly, no one wants to share with a known agitator him... so he has, like, two (2).

4. He didn’t have a great year this year, (tho really, what Star did?), but you can likely count on him to be where you need him for a solid 10+ creative goals next season.

5. We promise, his English is much better that it used to be. Still, we don’t always understand what he’s saying (and you probably won’t either). This is okay - just smile and nod. 

6. He tries so hard. He is always willing to learn, to get better. 💗💗💗

7. He may be known as an agitator on the ice,  (even when he hasn’t done anything), but he’s also so much more: the NHL’s highest-scoring french player of all time. A bit of a goof ball. And a real sweetheart. 

8. PLEASE LOVE HIM FOR ME

❤️❤️❤️❤️, 

a heartbroken in denial sobbing Dallas Stars Antoine Rousell fan (b/c when they say he’s a fan favorite, they don’t lie.)

P.S. the best way to show him your love: turning the sound of a booo into ROOOOOUUUUUUUUUSSS

[holtbaest]

lmaoooo but tom wilson is a goon, hes a dirty player and nothing about him says "power forward"or whatever the fuck you were talking about. tom wilson sucks and its time you and the rest of the girls on here who are in love with him just because you think hes "hot" need to realize that

ok LISTEN. first of all, keep your tom wilson hate out of my inbox. let’s just get that out of the way right now. alright, moving on.

clearly you have no idea what a power forward is, because you said, and I quote, “whatever the fuck you were talking about”, so let’s review that first. according to wikipedia, a power forward is “a forward who is big and strong, equally capable of playing physically or scoring goals and would most likely have high totals in both points and penalties.” wikipedia ALSO mentions that power forwards are also often referred to as the ‘complete’ hockey player.“ (source) wikipedia not a good enough source? ok, let’s look at a bleacher report article, where the author defines power forward as “a big guy who puts up points and likes to throw his weight around.” (source) let’s throw in another definition, just for good measure…oh, how about one from former NHL head coach Barry Melrose: “There is a certain criteria a player has to fulfill to meet my definition of a great power forward. He has to be a frontline player, he has to be very physical and he has to fight. A power forward to me is not just a big guy who scores goals. He is a big, mean, nasty, physical, tough guy to play against as well as being a very good hockey player.” specifically, they “have a lot of penalty minutes, they have a lot of goals, but they [are] also the type of guy the other team didn’t like to play against.” (source) so, to put it neatly, the main components of a power forward in the NHL are:

1. high point production2. physicality3. lots of PIM

now that we’re all clear on the definition of a power forward, let’s move into what we all came here to talk about, tom wilson. let’s look at his stats from the past 3 years and compare them.

(source) (these stats haven’t been updated after tonight’s game, so his GP is at 66 and he tallied another assist tonight which brings him to 20 on the season and 100 career points)

even just looking at his goals, assists, and point totals you can see the offensive improvement. PLUS the 15-16 and 16-17 stats are for a full 82-game season, but he’s only played 66 games so far this year. he’s ALREADY surpassed all 3 of those stats. additionally, look at the MASSIVE increase in shooting percentage he’s had this season! he went from 7.4% last year to 11.1% this year. that’s a team-wide top-10 stat.

speaking of team-wide stats, let’s check on a few other stats and see where he falls this season (team stats accurate prior to tonight’s game):average TOI: 10th (15:50)points: 7th (30)+/-: 6th (+7)

another interesting stat to look at is point shares, or an estimate of the number of points contributed by a player. his PS for this season is 2.8, ranked 12th on the team! and then we have OPS (points contributed by a player due to his offense) and DPS (points contributed by a player due to his defense). wilson’s OPS is 1.3 and his DPS is 1.4, ranked 10th and 8th on the team respectively. those are great stats!

(team stats source)

still not convinced on his offensive production? let’s look at an article RMNB published titled “Tom Wilson is the new bacon bits” (source) where they discussed Wilson’s top-line production. I could re-type the important points but I think a screenshot will suffice, no? here are some fun stats on how wilson has improved the two lines he’s skated with the most this season:

but point production and good offense isn’t the only marker of a power forward, right? I know what you must be saying right about now: “but what about his penalties?! he’s such a dirty player! he spends so much time in the box!!” yeah. yeah he does. but remember the second and third points we listed at the beginning? physicality and lots of PIM. wilson is currently ranked 2nd in the league in PIM with 166 on the season (source). he is ranked 8th in the league in hits with 207 (source). so yeah. but I would like to point something out about his penalties. some of the calls against him are due to what I like to call the “Skating While Tom Wilson Effect”. wilson gets called on some things that other players don’t because of his reputation. and whose fault is that, you may ask? yeah, it’s his. because in prior seasons, he was more of a goon. but this season I think he’s trying to distance himself from that label and grow into the player we thought and hoped he would be when he was drafted. he doesn’t take nearly as many boneheaded penalties as he used to. and I am by no means trying to excuse every time he gets sent to the sin bin, because sometimes he does something stupid or blatant and you’re like “oh that’s definitely 2 minutes.” but tom wilson is by NO means the only player to whom that applies. you’re telling me that your fave player has never done something stupid to get sent to the box? I don’t think so.

I would ALSO like to add something that not a lot of people (especially people who share your opinions, anon) talk about, and that is the fact that while tom wilson spends a lot of time in the box, he also draws a lot of penalties. wilson has drawn 30 penalties this season, which not only leads the team, but is also tied for 7th in the league so far. so yes, he spends a lot of time in the box, but he offsets it by drawing on average .462 penalties a game. (source)

bottom line, tom wilson has been playing top-6 minutes this season and he deserves it.

ok so. we’ve talked about tom wilson a lot. now I would like to talk about something else. don’t you DARE insinuate that I, or any of my friends, only like players because of how they look, or that we don’t know what we’re talking about, or that we are lesser fans than you. I am so fucking tired of being looked down on as a female sports fan. we do not have to prove ourselves to anyone, we do not have to show you how much we know, because, quite frankly, we don’t owe you shit.

also, SO FUCKING WHAT if people like to look at players because they think they’re pretty? you think male sports fans have never looked at, oh I don’t know, women’s beach volleyball players and gone “oh yeah, she’s hot”? you can bet your fucking sexist ass they have. so, with no due respect, shut the fuck up.

don’t you fucking dare come at me with this sexist shit again. I am so over it.

[givenurseyabookstore]

from your last fic. bitty wanting to go to providence to surprise jack but he has no money and lots of homework. the team steps in. even tango helps and maybe for dibs.

And so it begins! I’m actually going to answer these prompts :D

…

Jam profits only go so far, Bitty realizes as he stares at his bank account. Holster had been on the whole team’s ass about learning to budget and being more responsible with money after catching the frogs spending a month’s paycheck to buy a Slip-N-Slide and fill it with cheap vodka for a kegster. Holster and Ransom had high-fived them, called Shitty to let him know that he could come play on it, and then sat Chowder, Dex, and Nursey down at the kitchen table and made them promise to never spend $1500 on alcohol again. Dex and Nursey had sheepishly started out filling out a budget spreadsheet that Ransom had drawn up, but Chowder pushed the paper back at the co-captains and looked at them incredulously.

“Why are we the only ones doing this?”

Holster and Ransom shared a glance. Holster tentatively spoke.

“Chow, it’s not like what you did wasn’t like..”

Ransom cut in.

“TOTALLY ‘swasome.”

Holster nodded gratefully at him.

“Yeah, totally! But also sorta illegal since you guys aren’t 21-“

“And we don’t know how you got $1500 of vodka smuggled into the Haus-“

“But like, none of that is responsible Chowder, so we want you guys to learn responsibility, little bros.”

Chowder laughed.

“Literally no one on this team is responsible with money except Lardo, and even she spends like, 90% of her money on art supplies.”

He pointed at the D-men, looking to Dex and Nursey for support.

“I mean, you and Ransom go on bro dates all the time, but neither of you guys have jobs. Holster, you bought Ransom a giant Costco bear for your ‘Friendiversary’ and he bought you a signed copy of the 30 Rock script. That stuff isn’t cheap! Whiskey and Tango needed a second car to carry all their stuff home when they went to the Nike outlet last month, and Ford’s been bragging about going to New York for Hamilton, and those tickets are $500 minimum, plus food and hotels. Jack has a multi-million-dollar contract but you know he probably still spends most of that on stuff for Bitty. But Bitty won’t ask Jack for anything and Jack has no concept of money, so Bitty’s the one who pays for all those trips to Providence, and his primary source of income is jam!”

Chowder huffed and sat back down. Holster looked at him, a little shell-shocked. Ransom, however, grinned and leaned across the table to give the frog a fist bump.

“Yknow what Chowder? You’re right. Team budget meeting, ASAP!”

So there Bitty was, staring at his bank account, facing the hard truth that he wasn’t going to be able to visit Jack this month without Jack paying for the train up, and he couldn’t ask Jack for money. He loved the flowers, the attention, the affection and adoration that Jack showed him, but Bitty couldn’t be someone’s kept thing, like one of the girls from back home who married young and never got a job or had any kind of independence. He couldn’t be that kind of burden on Jack, and he couldn’t be happy as a house-husband, with nothing to show for his life but a boy. That meant no Jack until Bitty could find the money himself, which sucked. Bitty put his head down on the table and groaned. He needed to call Jack and let him know he couldn’t come up.

Jack Zimmermann put down the phone and poured himself a glass of water. Bitty couldn’t come up, which meant there wouldn’t be anyone by his side for the team dinner Friday night except Tater. It meant he could probably give away the ticket he had reserved for Bitty, and let Marty know he wasn’t going to have a plus-one to his dinner party Sunday night. He could call off the florist who was going to fill his apartment with sunflowers that matched the blond of Bitty’s hair and the brown of his eyes, and he could let Snowy know that he would be available to wingman for him sometime after the game. Jack looked over to where his cell phone was sitting on the countertop. He had a lot of calls to make to get his weekend in order. Or, he could just skype Shitty and complain.

Now, B. Shitty Knight is a lot of things. He is a committed, intelligent law student. He is the captain of a coed hockey team in Boston. He is secretly engaged to the love of his life, Larissa Duan, and he is a straight, white man estranged from his wealthy family because they still refuse to call him anything but his deadname. However, he is first and foremost a very good friend, and a wannabe fixer, so as soon as Jack hung up on him over Skype, he called up Lardo. Lardo then grabbed Ransom and Holster by the proverbial ear and had them call a team meeting, where Ransom and Holster let the team know that they heard from Lardo, who heard from Shitty, who heard from Jack that Bitty couldn’t afford to go to Providence anymore. The cocaptains looked out at their team, and sighed.

“Listen guys, we’ve been reviewing the budgets you guys gave us, and Chowder’s right. We are all very bad with money. Extremely bad.”

The team nodded, shifting around uncomfortably. Holster took a deep breath and continued.

“But guys, Bitty does a lot for us. He cooks for us, he cleans up after us, and he totally kicks ass on the ice. And like, a lot of us take all that for granted, even though he’s the only reason that any of us got laid last kegster. Girls really dug the fact that we have curtains and shit-“

“And food that isn’t pizza rolls!” Chowder interrupted, as Dex and Whiskey nodded sagely. The rest of the team murmured in agreement. Holster grinned.

“Totally! That too! So I think we should all chip in and get him a plane ticket to Providence this weekend.”

One of the second-string guys started grumbling. Ransom snapped around and pointed at him.

“Hey! Icer! How many free pies have you eaten this week?”

Icer looked down at his Nike slides.

“Four.”

Ransom snorted.

“Yeah, you don’t have any room to talk. Listen guys, between the 20 of us? A plane ticket to Providence is like, fourteen bucks each.”

Nursey pulled out his wallet and tossed a twenty at Holster. Chowder followed suit and Dex had fourteen one dollar bills exactly. The tadpoles had to be convinced that no major airlines would accept their Starbuck gift cards as valid legal tender, but then they ponied up as well. The rest of the team slowly put cash in front of the two defensemen. Ransom smiled back at them.

“Great job guys! Nursey, way to be a leader, you’re exempt from Sin Bin fines for the rest of the year.”

Nursey grinned and gave Dex a fist bump as they left the room. The rest of the team filed out behind them, Holster turned to Ransom as he counted the money on the floor.

“Man, Bitty’s gonna cry when we give this to him.”

Ransom took the bundles of money, organizing them into small piles of twenties.

“I vote we just buy him the ticket and drop him off at the airport.”

Holster nodded.

“Yeah, he’ll just spend it on fruit if we give him the cash. I’ll buy the ticket and deposit the cash tomorrow.”

Ransom checked his watch and startled.

“Oh shit Holtzy, we’re gonna be late to our reservation.”

Holster jumped to his feet and grabbed his phone.

“I’ll get changed and meet you at the car. The reservation is for 7, right?”

Ransom nodded and started to run out to the car when he turned back to Holster with a grin.

“Hey Adam?”

“Yeah Rans?”

“Can you believe we’re graduating in a few months?”

Holster shrugged and laughed.

“Can you believe that we have to go apartment shopping?”

Ransom leaned against the doorframe, looking at Holster with a soft smile, all bright teeth and happy eyes. Holster called back to Ransom as he dashed up the stairs.

“Let’s talk about it over dinner Rans, my turn to buy!”

Ransom called after him as Holster climbed the stairway.

“We both know that’s not in the budget!”

Holster laughed loudly enough at that that Ransom could hear it from the car.

[chocolatequeennk]

Meta Monday: Rose Tyler Defence

Today’s Meta Monday post is brought to you by the person who left a full-fledged rant against Rose Tyler in a comment on one of my fics. For the record, if you spend 500 words putting down one half of my OTP, you cannot say you respect that I ship Ten/Rose. Also, RUDE.

So, I’m going to break down the comment point by point. This was left on my ficlet about Martha, and about halfway through, it switches to ranting about how Martha was treated by the Doctor. For the sake of length, I’ll cover that part next week. Bullet points in quotes are taken directly from the review.

1) Rose was selfish.

At times, yes. Because Rose was human and humans have flaws. She was a well-written character who didn’t always do the right thing for the right reason.

Can we talk for a minute about why Rose is selfish? She’d recently ended a relationship with someone who took advantage of her. Jimmy Stone took off and left her £800 in debt. When you’re used like that, you learn to look out for yourself first, because no one else will. It’s a habit that takes time to break. 

Now, this accusation often includes, “Rose was selfish to leave her family to travel,” and I will argue against that with my dying breath. It is not selfish for a young woman to decide to leave her family and create her own life. That is natural. I know Jackie and Mickey struggled with it, but that’s their thing to deal with. Honestly, them expecting Rose to never change and always be the same Rose they remembered is more selfish than Rose choosing to create her own life.

Don’t we tell girls all the time that they should plan their lives based on what would make them happy, not on what people expect them to do? Isn’t that part of what feminism is? So why do we insist it’s selfish when a young woman is actually bold enough to flout expectations and forge her own path?

2) “She ditched Mickey immediately when she heard the Doctor telling her that Tardis is a time travel machine.”

Why is it so horrible that Rose jumped at an amazing opportunity for a better life? She was obviously bored and dissatisfied before meeting the Doctor. (Look at her face when she’s working at Henrik’s. That is not the face of someone content with their life.) 

And let’s get rid of the notion that Mickey was a perfect boyfriend. Do you remember the part in “Rose” where she asks if she can borrow his laptop? And he says yes, but then in a panic tells her not to look at his email? That’s supposed to be a hint that he was cheating on her--another sign that her life was not ideal, meaning she was at a perfect spot for a change.

I understand that it hurts to be the person left behind. I’ll even agree that Rose should have said a bit more of a goodbye to Mickey than she did. (Though since the Doctor had already left once, I don’t blame her if she thought there was a clock ticking.) However, I refuse to blame Rose for wanting a different life. That’s grossly unfair. 

Think about this: Donna pitched the keys to the car she shared with her mother in a bin, then took off without saying a word about travelling. And yet, I’ve never heard anyone say anything bad about the way she left her family. Why is what Rose did so much worse?

3) “She also not only made Jackie grieve over her, therefore making her get Mickey go to police 5 times the whole year.”

Oh boy. One of my favourites. 

THE MISSING YEAR IS NOT ROSE’S FAULT.

We don’t know how long Rose had been with the Doctor when they landed at the beginning of “Aliens of London.” If we go strictly by time we’ve seen, it’s less than a week. If we believe there are adventures that happen offscreen, then maybe 2-3 weeks. 

Not only that, but she had been assured that to her mum, only 12 hours would have passed. She walked into that flat thinking she’d been gone overnight, thinking her phone call from Platform One would have been plenty to ease any worries. 

It is not Rose Tyler’s fault that the TARDIS, purposely or not, skipped a full year.

That means none of the things that happened to people on Earth during that time are her fault. It’s not her fault that her mum thought she was dead. It’s not her fault that Mickey was dragged in for questioning. Jackie and Mickey resenting Rose for the missing year does not make it actually Rose’s fault. 

4) “She flirted with Adam and Jack and broke up with Mickey, making him feel like crap.”

Right. Mickey who told Rose--in the middle of trying to chat her up--that he was seeing Trisha Delaney? Which he told her purposely to make her angry? Mickey is not superior here, so don’t even try to make it out like Rose is the horrible tramp and Mickey is the long-suffering boyfriend. 

And if she’d broken up with Mickey, what does it matter that she flirted with Adam and Jack? This kind of slut-shaming needs to end. Flirting is not a sin.

5) “She ripped Tardis console to become Bad Wolf, despite the fact that Tardis was an sentient being.” 

I see this thrown out as a horrible thing all the time. Do you know who did not get angry at Rose for opening the TARDIS? The Doctor. Not once in his explanation to Jack during “Utopia” does he say anything bad about Rose opening the TARDIS. Not once does his voice betray anything but awe at what she became. 

No one knows and loves the TARDIS more than the Doctor. If he wasn’t upset with Rose for opening her heart, maybe it wasn’t a bad thing for her to do. 

Also, if you’re thinking Bad Wolf was a selfish choice, then you’re purposely reading your opinion that Rose was selfish into the text. Rose knew looking into the heart of the TARDIS could kill her--she’d seen what had happened to Margaret the Slitheen. But she chose to do it anyway, because it was the only way to save the Doctor. 

Rose becoming Bad Wolf is not about her pouting because he sent her away. That is the wrongest interpretation of that scene I have ever seen, and it makes me angry every time. In the diner, when she’s trying to explain to Jackie and Mickey why she’s so upset, she starts with, “Two hundred thousand years in the future, he’s dying, and there’s nothing I can do.” And when Bad Wolf explains her choice and her purpose to the Doctor? "I want you safe. My Doctor. Protected from the false god.” 

Not to mention her glorious speech in the diner, which is entirely about understanding that life is better when you live it for other people. Bad Wolf is Rose Tyler at her least selfish and she is absolutely brilliant. 

6) “Martha actually worked hard to become a doctor, while Rose could not even get herself a job after getting her job blown off.” 

Wow. There’s so much classist garbage in here, I don’t even know where to start.

Yes, Martha worked hard. That doesn’t mean Rose didn’t. Stop putting down one companion to praise another. 

You don’t have to have an upper class job like doctor to be a hard worker. Poor people work their tails off, doing things no one else wants to do. Even Martha complained that she had to work in a shop. (Blink)

Rose left with the Doctor twenty-four hours after Henrik’s blew up. 

No, she didn’t go out job hunting the day after almost dying. 

Lucky she didn’t, because if she hadn’t spent the day looking up the Doctor, she might not have been there when he faced the Nestene Consciousness. And the Doctor himself admitted that he would have died if it wasn’t for her.

What you’re really saying is that instead of going off to have a fabulous life, Rose should have stayed on the Estate. I’m being kind and not adding, “where she belonged” to the end of that statement, but really--that’s what you’re implying. That as a young woman from the Estate, Rose didn’t deserve the kind of life she found with the Doctor.

Why not? 

Rose Tyler was clever. Practically the first thing the Doctor says to her is a compliment because she’d come up with a logical explanation for the Autons. It was wrong, but he was impressed by her logic. 

Rose Tyler was brave. She saved the Doctor that first day, she ran into the TARDIS even though he told her it would be dangerous, she ran after the ghost in “The Unquiet Dead...” Do I need to go on? Rose Tyler shot out the window of the rocket she was on so she could kill Satan. How’s that?

Rose Tyler was compassionate. She objected strenuously to the Doctor asking Gwyneth to channel to Gelth. She saw a little boy calling for his Mummy and tried to help him. She refused to let the Doctor kill a Dalek. She was outraged by the slavery of the Ood.

Rose Tyler stood up for what she believed in, no matter what the cost. She never hesitated to tell the Doctor if she thought what he was doing was wrong, even though she knew he could always take her home if he got annoyed with her. When he was passed out from regeneration sickness, she stood up to the Sycorax in his place. She got in Mr. Connolly’s face in Idiot’s Lantern when he was being a sexist jerk, talking down to his wife. 

Rose Tyler was clever, brave, and compassionate. When she was gone, the Doctor missed her ability to spot things he missed. “Rose would know,” was not just a sentimental comment--the solution to their adventures often started with Rose spotting something out of place and pointing it out to the Doctor. (The Unquiet Dead, The Long Game, Empty Child/The Doctor Dances, School Reunion, Idiot’s Lantern and Fear Her, just off the top of my head.)

So no, random reviewer, Rose is not flawless. But she’s also not the selfish girl you insist she is.

[fanaste]

I Miss You

Intended fan fic for Feb 11th of PataterWeek = Cuddling/Snuggling.  But I missed the deadline.  So it’s here now and that’s just the way it’s gotta be.

Fandom: OMGCheckplease

Pairing: Alexei Mashkov/Kent Parson

Rating: PG-13

Word count: 2869

(Also on AO3)

The apartment is quiet when Alexei opens the door.  He listens out for signs of life but there's nothing save for the hum of the refrigerator followed shortly by a slight tinkling sound and then soft thudding across the hardwood.  Alexei crouches, folding his huge body nearly in half to greet the tiny animal who captured his boyfriends heart long before Alexei tried for it.  Kit mewls softly as she rubs her face along his extended hand, letting him pay her due attention before she winds her body through his long legs, brushing her side against his ankles.  When she's done she takes off for the kitchen pausing only long enough to send back a look that clearly says 'come along then'.  Not one to ignore the cat even though objectively he knows it's ridiculous to let an animal call the shots, he follows stopping with an amused smile when he sees Kit staring up at the cupboard where they keep her food. She's clever he'll give her that.  Genius even, because Alexei didn't think he was a cat person at all until he met Kit.  Alexei is pretty certain he's in Kent's heart but Kit is still making him work for it and seeing as he loves Kent as much as Kent loves his cat he takes the bowl out and fills it up.  She rewards him by dipping her face delicately into the bowl, eating a few pebbles and then sauntering away as if she didn't really want it. "You just like to see men dance." he whispers accusingly.  He swears he sees the cat shrug.

Coming back into the hallway he toes off his sneakers and strides to the living room.  Because of his size Alexei can't seem to walk anywhere quietly so when he reaches the warmest room in the house Kent's squinting up at him sleepy eyed and ruffled.  He has a pillow scar on his cheek and he looks so adorable Alexei has to take a breath. "Hey." Kent croaks. "Hi." he tips his head to the side, "Tired?" "Practice was tough." "You hurt?" A gentle bolt of concern pierces him. Kent makes a face, "No.  Just old." Hockey players are terrible at admitting when they're hurt.  Like any career athlete injury is the difference between sitting out a few games and ending their career.  Most of the time guys cover it up hoping that an ice bath, massage or rest will cure whatever phantom ache they've picked up.  They rub some dirt on it and carry on hoping no one is the wiser and if asked point blank about it they'll lie.  Their coaches and PR are just as bad.  The key to handling an injury is misdirection.  Which means that when Kent says he's fine Alexei doesn't believe him but he doesn't want to argue so instead he says, "Still a few years left in you."

"For hockey or for you?" Alexei grins, "Both." "Be nice to me." Kent groans. "I always nice to you.  Very nice." He gives Kent a hot look and the other man, too tried to check himself, blushes.  It's a good look on a man who frequently has more front than Brighton.  He nods towards the sofa, "Room for me?" Kent nods and Alexei shrugs out of his jacket and unbuckles his belt, pulling it mock seductively through the loops. "Take it off." Kent says in a funny voice looking more awake now. "Easy." Alexei breaths crawling over his boyfriends form and easing into the gap between the back of the sofa and Kent's sleep warm body.  Without prompt Kent lifts his head so Alexei can slide his arm under it, providing a nice bicep pillow.  His height makes him the perfect big spoon, a role he plays often and eagerly.  He loves it, the feel of Kent curled up against his hard muscles, pressed fully into every dent and ridge like the spaces were made just for him.  He inhales the smell of Kent's shampoo and nuzzles the soft skin at his nape pressing his lips there, tasting him. Sometimes they make love like this, their bodies so close they can't even really move, they just breathe together' Alexei savouring the feel of himself inside Kent's body and Kent savouring the feel of Alexei inside him, around him.  In those moments Alexei thinks their bodies must have been made for one another, there's no other explanation for how well they fit together.  It's a powerful feeling he’ll never get enough of. "You're cold." Kent bitches with no real feeling. Just to be a brat - usually Kent's job - he rubs his cold nose against Kent's skin.  "You're warm." He sighs. Kent grabs his hand pulling it over to rest on his firm sculpted belly.  Alexei spreads his fingers out letting the tips of them dip just slightly beneath the sweatband of the grey joggers that stretch deliciously over Kent's backside.  He doesn't make a move to tuck his hand in further or reach for Kent's dick, it's enough to tease, to just be this close and know that when they wake they'll still be together. "Missed you." Alexei rumbles. "It was only a few days." He freezes.  These are not Kent's words they're Alexei's and he said them with an exasperated sigh just before walking out of the apartment for four days to go to Dallas.  He doesn't know what Kent means by this, they both know that being together while their teams tour and train is difficult.  Hell it took them a year to get to this point, with Alexei essentially squatting at Kent's when he's near Vegas and Kent living out of a giant suitcase when he's near Providence.  During their long drawn out courtship there was a whole four months where they just missed each other coming in and out of states.  Kent would text Alexei that he'd be in town just as Alexei was watching it fade from view. Kent: Just arrived in Detroit. Alexei: Bus just cross state line.

He wasn't used to being the mopey one on the bus. "Kent." he tries not to sigh but he doesn't want to argue.  He's missed him too much to spend the time they have together arguing about something that neither of them can or even really wants to change.  Well, that's not strictly true.  Alexei does want to change the way it feels like they're always just snatching time together but in order to do so one or both of them would have to give up hockey and as much as they love each other they also love hockey.  It's who they are not just what they do.  It's what makes them great players. Kent's given up so much to get where he is now.  To give up hockey too would make all that sacrifice for nothing.  Alexei doesn't want either of them to give up what they love but it does kill him to know that every visit starts a countdown.  He loves Kent, he wants to move in with him or have Kent move in with him but they've both been putting it off because they're training grounds are in two different states meaning it's cheaper to keep two apartments rather than stay in hotels or wear out their friends sofa's. Even if they can afford to room hop at nice hotels Alexei hates hotels.  Everything is too small for his giant hands and as nice as it is to have your breakfast cooked for you he likes cooking his own breakfast thank you very much. It's just hard because they miss each other and rather than talk about it (because really, how many times can you argue about something that you can't ever change?) they find themselves sniping and snarling.  Maybe it's an effort to stave off the hurt of departure.  To prompt the pain before it can surprise attack you.  Stupidly they think that parting on a fight means they'll both be too mad to be sad about missing one another but it never works that way.  The anger just piggybacks onto the sadness making them feel worse. For Kent it's worse.  Alexei knows this because he knows him.  Kent is a stewer.  He lashes out over fights and arguments he doesn't really care about, hell he spends his fair share of time in the sin bin so he's not afraid to throw down and be seen to throw down but when it comes to arguing with the ones he loves an onlooker could be forgiven for thinking it never happens.  Alexei knows better.  He and Kent fight, they fight about being apart, they fight about their apartments and their future with the NHL and after it, but it's a quiet fight.  It's a resentful grumble beneath the breath.  It's a door slammed in one of their apartments.  It's a strained exchange before they turn in for bed, sleeping next to one another but on opposite sides as far as they can get without falling off.  They might exchange a few words about the actual problem and, yeah okay, they blow up at each other and shout but for the most part Kent will keep what bothers him about their situation to himself. With a breaking heart Alexei knows it's because Kent is afraid he won't care.  That one day he'll turn around and say something like, 'You are right.  I am sick of this fight.  I don't want to have it anymore because I am tired of you.'.   Alexei would never brush off Kent's fears like that because they are his own but Kent is very used to people turning from him.  Wound tightly together in bed after some particularly intense sex Kent had admitted, with his face buried in Alexei's chest, that he doesn't like to tell the ones he loves that he's upset with them or frustrated by something they do because they don't need him as much as he needs them so it would be easy for them to decide to up and walk away, to decide that they were tired of how needy he was.  Kent is very insecure about his place in other people's worlds.  Even the teams. Alexei still gets mad when he thinks about it and yes a little frustrated because he doesn't know how to tell or show Kent enough just how important he is to him, how loved he is by him.  It's not that Kent is constantly moving the goal it's that he doesn't even bother setting one up on his ice because he doesn't think anyone would wanna score. Alexei wants to score. He loves Kent so much it makes him breathless and he can't stand the knowledge that Kent will have spent four days festering about their last fight but not mention it because he's afraid Alexei will leave. "We should talk about before I left." Alexei feels Kent stiffen in his arms. "It's fine.  It was silly." he shrugs his broad shoulders to illustrate how not big of a deal it was. It wasn't a big deal, they didn't say things they would regret or be unable to come back from but it was deal enough that he thinks they should talk about it.  "You were upset." "I'm over it." "Are you?"  Kent doesn't say anything and that feels like progress because though he doesn't say anything he isn't lying either.  "I'm sorry I stormed out.  I know you were upset.  Me too." "I know." he whispers his breath fanning out over his forearm. "Away is difficult." "It's only going to get tougher." "Is okay." Kent turns in his arms and the forlorn look on his face makes Alexei's heart beat out of time.  "What if it's not?" He pauses a little scared.  Is Kent asking him or telling him? "What you mean?" Kent opens his mouth to answer and Alexei inhales subtly not because he's steeling himself (well maybe he is a little bit) because he doesn't want to spook Kent back into silence.  Except it doesn't work.  Kent closes his mouth then lies and says, "Don't worry about it." He can't help the growl of frustration that leaves him.  "Kenny.  I am here now." "I know babe and I'm loving it trust me." he throws a leg over his hip pushing their groins together trying to prompt the sort of reaction that guarantees no talking for...thirty minutes at least. Alexei stills him with a hand on his thigh fighting the urge to slide it up and over his firm bubble butt.  "Kenny stop." Kent blinks at him self-consciously.  He blushes, embarrassed not turned on.  "Okay." he tries to withdraw his leg but despite the theme of the situation Alexei quite likes it there so he holds on. "You were upset about my leaving.  I was upset too-" "I know." "You still upset?" At length he replies, "Yes.  I just-" he breaks off with a sigh and Alexei prompts him with a gentle but insistent look.  "It's hard to keep doing this.  Six months of not seeing each other for more than a few days.  Weeks apart while we play tournaments.  Staying in hotels...alone?" The implication is not subtle and Alexei bristles.  "I am alone." "I know, I know!" Kent presses his palms against Alexei's chest.  "But I'm just saying that if you wanted to, you know not be alone...I'd get how that happened."

"I never cheat on you.  I never ever cheat on you." he can't even believe Kent is saying this right now.  There is no one else Alexei wants.  He has what he wants right here and he's so Goddamn happy.  "Do you want? Other men?" The thought makes him sick.  Kent isn’t the only one who can make secrets of his feelings.  Alexei has a secret fear, the kind of fear you can visualise clearly when you realise how real it’s potential is, that Kent will break his heart.  He doesn’t know how he’ll do it, intentionally or unintentionally, reluctantly or eagerly but he knows he can.  Kent thinks he’s the only one with fears but he’s not. "No, God no."

"Then why say it?"  Kent shrugs but Alexei knows why.  "I love you." "I love you too."

"No, Kent." he whips out the use of his full and proper name.  "We are apart for long time.  A lot I know and I miss you, painfully.  But there is and can never be anyone else.  If you want others you tell me now but I want you only and I want you to want me only too." "I do.  I do want you only.  I get...scared." he says the word like he had to pry it from the iron vice of his throat.  "It's lonely on the road." "Are you lonely?" Kent nods and Alexei feels like he’s been hollowed out.  "But only for you.  I miss you."  The words don’t sound as nice as they did a moment ago.

"I am lonely too.  But I miss you.  I don't miss other men.  I miss you." He ducks to meet his boyfriend’s gaze hoping that it helps Kent to believe him. "Okay." Alexei really hopes it is okay because he doesn’t want to have this conversation again.  Long distance is hard but Kent is worth it.  What they have together is worth the late night face times, the fumbling skype sex and the quiet phone calls on the bus as they drive through the night.  When he’s on the phone he catches eyes with Jack who gives him a sympathetic smile.  He remembers these days.  The days when he and little B were stuck in separate time zones with the date of their reunions seeming so elusive even as they drew nearer.  It’s not even just about keeping the relationship a secret.  They’re not intentionally hiding the relationship from the public but their own expectations can be challenging enough without the expectations of perfect strangers leaping out at them through twitter or at their games.  Alexei has never once thought of cheating on Kent no matter how lonely he felt.  No matter how hard things seem Alexei knows that it’s all worth it for this man. "Okay?" Kent nods.  "Yes okay." "No cheating.  From me or you.  Promise me?" Kent looks him right in the eyes, the pale absorbing blue of them drawing him in looking happier than a minute ago.  More confident.  "I promise." He presses their lips together and they kiss slowly, deeply.  Alexei kisses him like he missed him.  Passionately.  When they break away they’re both panting.

"I missed you." Kent sighs dazedly. "Oh yeah?" Finally, finally! Alexei dips his hands into Kent's joggers giving him a teasing stroke through his briefs.  His dick twitches to life beneath his palm immediately.  "How much?" Kent bites his bottom lip.  "You can't tell?" Alexei can definitely tell yet still teases, "I not sure.  Could be morning wood."

"It's the evening." Kent smirks.

He works his hand beneath the boxers and curls his fist around the warm hardening, pulsing flesh.  With a wicked grin he decides, "Then we should go to bed.