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Fictober Day 5: A New Beginning
Prompt: "It's a new day, let's go"
After their New Year's kiss, Mulder is ready to start the new day and their new life. Scully on the other hand? Would like some sleep. Rating: T, wc: 1,030
Tagging @today-in-fic @xfficchallenges
âItâs a new day,â Mulderâs voice echoes from somewhere close, âletâs go.â All Scully can do is groan; itâs entirely too early for words. The sun, she thinks, is still hiding, too. And thatâs exactly what sheâs planning on doing, too. Five more minutes is all she needs.
âYou said that five minutes ago.â Minty puffs of air hit her cheek and sheâs reminded of her dog Queequeg, though his breath never smelled this good.
âDidnât,â she says into the pillow, her eyes still firmly closed. If she doesnât open them, she can pretend sheâs still sleeping. This is nothing more than a dream. After all, Mulder stars in most of them. The number of times sheâs woken up after dreaming about Mulder and his mouth is outrageous.
âYou did.â In her dreams, though, his mouth is usually otherwise occupied. They donât talk much then. Or at least he doesnât. She sighs, smiling as she remembers a particularly nice one from a few nights ago when she was missing him at Christmas.
âI heard that.â His voice is warm and so very close. She leans in, craving his closeness, figuring that after last night, she is allowed to indulge. They did, after all, sleep together for the first time. Sleep was all they did, however. Doctorâs orders. Mulderâs arm needs to heal until heâs allowed more strenuous activities. He pouted and she has to admit she almost gave in, but she knows how he gets, and she doesnât want to risk it. Selfishly, she wants their first time to be when Mulder is capable of using both his arms.
âMulder, the new day just started,â she mumbles into her pillow.
âNot just a day new day, Scully. A whole new year and anyway, Iâm awake.â
âWhy? We went to bed late.â It was long after midnight when they finally got here. Helping Mulder with his sling, stealing a few kisses here and there, didnât help. Neither did Mulderâs stomach grumble so loudly that they shared a plate of scrambled eggs at 2 a.m. before Scully took his hand and led him into her bedroom.
It had been dark, but Mulderâs expression, even with painkillers running through his system, was solemn. This was a big step for them. He had made the first one when he kissed her in public at midnight. She was making the next one. The final one, she figured, theyâd take together. Once Mulder was fully healed and not a second sooner (but also not a second later).
âI know youâre not a morning person,â he says softly, and all her exasperation just vanishes. This is the man sheâs been in love with for longer than she cares to admit. She cracks open an eye and he might be a bit blurry, but there he is next to her with a big, toothy smile and spiky hair. His happiness is contagious.
âI started making coffee,â he says, pressing the softest kiss on the corner of her mouth.
âMulder, morning breath,â she complains.
âI brushed my teeth.â
âBut I didnât.â
âI donât care, Scully. Youâre delicious either way.â She laughs at this, feeling freer than she has in a long time. Her laughter dies down, but a soft smile remains on her face, mirroring Mulderâs. Who, quite frankly, looks drugged.
âHave you taken your painkillers yet?â she asks him, her hand on his arm, gently stroking it. He shakes his head.
âWanted to see you wake up.â He smiles sheepishly at her, making her want to kiss him again and again.
âIn how much pain are you?â
âRight now? None. Iâm looking at you.â Any other time, she might have rolled her eyes or call him crazy, but heâs so serious, so earnest.
âYou still need to take them, though, all right?â He nods at her.
âDoing everything you say, Dr. Scully.â
âSince when?â
âSince last night.â Another toothy grin and she finds she canât get enough of them. She canât get enough of Mulder. Being woken up like this â even if itâs too early, even if she does not want to get up just yet â is preferable to him calling her in the middle of the night, saying she needs to get ready for a case in the middle of nowhere.
âIs that your New Yearâs resolution?â she asks, scooting even closer to him. Soon, sheâll be lying on top of him. Somehow she thinks he wouldnât even mind. His shoulder, however, might.
âI want that shoulder to heal as quickly as possible. I have plans.â
âDo you?â He nods, not taking his eyes off of her. He leans closer and captures her lips in a short, but thorough kiss.
âMorning breath, Mulder,â Scully repeated, winded. âAgain, I donât care. I couldnât wait to wake up and kiss you again. Well, I couldnât wait for you to wake up. You took your sweet time.â
âSome of us need more than four hours a night.â
âSo, breakfast is out of the question? Last night youâd say we should go visit your mom today.â âWeâ. That simple word warms her heart. And he had listened to her.
âWe should,â she says softly. âSheâs going to be happy, seeing you.â
âEven with this?â He points at his arm still in its sling. âAnd this?â He gently touches the abrasions on her throat that sheâd forgotten about.
âThatâs what turtlenecks are for.â
âHappy to know you own turtlenecks.â He waggles his eyebrows at her.
âWe donât have time to discuss possible uses of turtlenecks if youâre serious about getting breakfast and visiting my mom.â
âWe could save time showering together?â
âNo shower for you today.â
âDo you think your mom will still accept me when I stink?â
âShe loves you,â Scully says, stretching. Mulderâs eyes follow her every movement, hoping to catch a glimpse of naked skin. âLetâs get you your painkillers and then weâll see what happens today, okay?â
âCan I get a kiss with my painkillers?â Scully bites her lip to stop another smile.
âIf you let me brush my teeth first.â
He lets her; it's not just a new day, she realizes, but a whole new beginning.
#fictober24#it's not fictober until i've written at least one millennium fic#i will make it to 50 stories istg#this is super duper fluffy#i hope you've all been to your dentist appointments#cause this will rot your teeth#it's so damn sweet#msr#xf fanfic#my writing#my fic
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This was supposed to be smut. How did this turn into fluff?
An autobiography by Lumi Olivier.
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Let's get into the shower together... :)
#couple#intimate#intimacy#touch#romantic#desire#kissing#kiss#romance#damn hot#so hot đ„đ„đ„#i need you#need this#want#me n who#need need need#me and who#you and me#eroticlover#tongue kissing#kissing him#kisses#omg#couple goals#so damn sexy#sweet kisses#bathroom#lost in paradise#craving intimacy#passion
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it was a pretty cool dlc, i enjoyed it a lot
#daske art#fnaf#fnaf ruin#dlc ruin#fnaf dlc#fnaf security breach#five nights at freddy's#fnaf sb#five nights at freddy's security breach#security breach ruin#fnaf gregory#fnaf cassie#fanart#digital art#my new sweet daughter#she's so precious???and i love her so much???#she deserves the damn world#also dont at me#gregory did NOT betray his bestie#i dunno what you think that thing was#but that was NOT my son!!!#i need another dlc where we go back to the plex to bring our bestie back as gregory#idc if it repetitive at this point#let my children reunite dammit!!
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@okdeannawrites did it! If you havenât checked it out already, do yourself a favour and go read it!Â
The Way They Were -Â OKDeanna
Stiles is in his office when he gets the call that someone downstairs is asking for him. A little brown-haired boy who claims his father needs his help. It takes a bit to work out exactly who his father is, but once Stiles figures it out, and once he discovers what happened to the kid's dad, he pulls out all the stops to make sure he's found. And that they're both safe...
Imagine Derek taught Eli from when he was little that if heâs ever in trouble or needs help he should got to the FBI and ask for Stiles Stilinski. Come a day when Derek is attacked by hunter and little Eli (4 or 5 years old) toddles into the FBI offices and asks for Biles Inski.
Rafael is downstairs and offers to take Eli up to Stiles but Eli says no, heâs not allowed to talk to strangers, only Stiles. So Stiles comes down to the lobby and finds little Eli.
Eli tells him his dad is in trouble and Stiles asks what his dadâs name is. After a few wrong answers (âMy dadâs name is dadâ), he finally works out that this is Derekâs kid.
Stiles is able to find Derek but heâs not allowed to join the task team to find him because - as Rafael says - Derek trusted him to look after Eli, so Eli is his number one priority.
Derek is saved and taken to the hospital and Stiles takes him there to see Derek. Eli crawls into the hospital bed with Derek and Derek wakes a bit, looking up to see Stiles in his suit.
âItâs a good look on you,â Derek says weakly.
Stiles nods to little Eli curled up against Derekâs side. âThatâs a good look on you.â
#this fic had me smiling the whole day#it's so damn sweet#the way they were#okdeanna#okdeannawrites#sterek#sterek au#sterek fbi au#sterek fanfic#sterek fanfiction#sterek fic#fbi stiles#fbi!stiles#fbi agent stiles#fbi agent!stiles#dad derek#dad!derek#eli hale#baby eli
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these two are so interesting to me
characters belong to @canisalbus
#clenches fists. im so sosososo normal about them. i think about them a normal amount (lying)#actually the 2nd image is based on some sort of anime couple pose template(?????) that i saw a while back and wanted to draw them in it#but i swear to god i CANNOT FUCKING FIND IT. i was literally knee deep in yuri and yaoi fanart for hours trying to find that god damn photo#but i dont even know who the characters were and pinterest just shows me bakugou and deku making out sloppy style whenever i try#so i gave up an tried drawing it from memory and cried the whole time. i hate anatomy.. but they look so happy so its fine#god whenever i see Lore or sweet little tidbits for these two i want to tear into something with my teeth and throw something /pos#i genuinely want to study these gay little renaissance dogs under a microscope#what fucks me up is the fact that we all know it ends horribly but u cant help loving them anyway.. they are so. incoherent hand gestures#my art#myart#others ocs#vasco#machete#vaschete#furry art#fur#anthro
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kirby characters as things my group of 1st graders have said while volunteering
consider this a part 2 of this from last year lol
#seven year olds have so much drama istg. they were very sweet tho#i cant believe its been a full year since the last one?? like damn theres a huge shift in art style#kirby series#veves ultra cool art#kirby#meta knight#king dedede#adeleine kirby#bandana waddle dee#magolor#taranza#dark meta knight#shadow kirby#waddle dee
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Oh, Aang, you're really in it now...
This is ZuâI mean, Jian Li and Katara's second meeting in the Kyoshi Warriors AU. The first proper one, anyway.
Once they get through a minor difference of opinion or two (âI can carry my own basket!â âNever said youââ âI'm not weak!â âI didn'tââ âJust because I'm a girl doesn't meanââ âWould you listen for once, woman?!â ) they'll become nearly inseparable.
For now Jian Li will carry Katara's basket all the way to the Kyoshi Warriors' dojo and, once there, they'll mercilessly tease Sokka when they see him in uniform.
#zutara#atla#zuko#avatar the last airbender#katara#kyoshi warriors au#atla art#atla fanart#prince zuko#katara of the southern water tribe#kyoshi warrior ursa au#kyoshi warrior zuko#zutara fanart#zutara au#zuko fanart#atla zuko#katara fanart#kyoshi warriors#kyoshi island#They're a complete menace once they get going. Breaking hearts all over the Earth Kingdom and turning Sokka's hair grey prematurely#Aang is just a little puppy who made a few sarcastic remarks at the wrong time. But it got Zuko thinking out loud so that works too#Katara heard him and while she very secretly agrees (what did he mean âthat doesn't sound like fun eitherâ? He should've helped her!)...#she's also the Avatar's number one defender and needs to protect his honor. Agni bless the child.#And then poor Zuko offers to carry her basket because he's seen her do all the work alone and the freaking Avatar has just refused to help#And momma Ursa raised a gentleman. So of course he wants to help!#But Katara's had to deal with Sokka's âtraditional views on womenâ all the way to Kyoshi and Aang is busy with his little fanclub#And now this extremely handsome stranger who's really just trying to be nice (he's also so awkward it's adorable) offers to carry her basket#And he's being really nice and sweet and considerate about it damn it#Of course she snaps!#She still thanks him for his help tho. Once they absolutely murder Sokka with their teasing they become a package deal.
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+ bonus:
#it's giving "this new boy I met is kinda cool yet he won't pay attention to me, but whatever I don't care, I don't even like him anyway, he's a loser"
#911 abc#cinematv#filmtvcentral#userthing#smallscreensource#dailyflicks#userstream#filmtvtoday#bucktommy#bucktommyedit#tevan#911 edit#tvarchive#userblorbo#evan buckley#tommy kinard#he's SO embarrassing self awareness who?#all the things he calls him out for are things he thought himself first but the minute he can't spend time with him he drags him instead#this whole episode gets funnier and funnier the more you watch it and the fact this takes place in one day#he truly lost his damn mind my sweet summer child#also b*tchy air quotes buckley my beloved
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I'm not immune to corny tropes
#dirk strider#jake english#dirkjake#homestuck#hom3stuck#hs#galaxicsart#i dont CARE if it's played out#striders being cagey about taking off their shades but letting their partner look at their eyes...#OUGHHH#god DAMN IT#dirk being vulnerable and showing jake his eyes#jake being awestruck by how pretty and orange and unique they are#dirk being flustered by how intently and how in love jake is with him and how handsome he finds him#AHHHHHHHHH#im normal so so normal#theres a reason that its so common#its just so sweet and intimate...
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i just heard one of my favorite youtubers say this meme out loud in a video and the pronounciation FLOORED ME so now i gotta know:
poll is just "which way do you say it"; tags is "which way is right", assuming your answer to "which way is right" is different to "which way do you say it". or i guess tags are also for uhhhhhh if your answer is complicated and if you wanna explain, if you have a diff way of pronouncing (pls tell meeeee), or whatever else you want, im not your parents, idk
#i just.. diDNT THINK THERE WAS ANOTHER WAY TO PRONOUNCE IT???#but i heard [redacted pronounciation] and i just went ''pĂĆÆĂĆ???'' so i tried to think of all possible ones?#forgive me if theres already been a poll on this; i didnt see it and thus didnt know#edit: fuck!!! i just realizied you could combine the last two like i couldve made ''be o bo'' and ''bo be o'' each an option#if oNE OF THOSE TWO ARE THE MAJORITY (not that i expect many votes at all. but still!!) IMMA BE (1) SHOOK AND (2) McFUCKING BAFFLED#edit: wow. i thought id be lucky to get 20 in a week with my follower count. okay. damn. youre sweet ⥠also ''Boo boo''s you are so valid#im sorry i did not think to add you as an option. you are so right
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needed to draw something this year for tomes bday...really wanted to draw her highschool friends
#anybody else get a lil choked up that she was able to find some girl friends and find connections with them... just me?#idk i think its so sweet how focused the spinoff was about this group of normal highschool girls... theyre not even espers or anything#my baby really has grown up!! <- reigen probably after offering her 300 yen an hour#i had to guess the hair colors for 3 of them cuz like well... theres no damn reigen spinoff ova yet...! they dont got official colors!!#wait hoshida doesnt have official colors either... he better be a brunet its canon to me at this point#also after reading the spinoff manga i realize i draw hoshida so small... hes a third year and is probably not nearly as short as i think..#my bad if ur a kid i just assume ur under 5'3 half the time... what a bad habit... ill draw him more taller next time lolo#my art#mp100#mob psycho 100#reigen spinoff#tome kurata#hoshida origo#wait their names...?? i only know keiko and misa... i think the fujos name is yume... i dont know the joke girls name!! sorry i cant tag...
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their matching necklaces đ§žđ©·
#lee felix#hwang hyunjin#hyunlix#skz#i think about these damn necklaces all the time#the spiritual successors to their rings đ„Č#i need them to stop being so sweet for two seconds
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coherent waves | lee anton Ëââ§âșË
people say the first touch of fate feels like a circuit being completed. so why does lee anton's soulmate seem to hate him?
TAGS: soulmate!au, college!au, gn!reader, cute and awkward engineering majors!anton and reader, confessions in the rain, kiss!
A/N: this boy bias wrecked me SO hard i paused writing a sungchan fic for this haha self-indulgent SCREAMiing as always (to clarify, his mark is on his left, our right)
WORDS: ~1700
Everyone knows Lee Anton's face.
No matter what, everyone's got their campus crushes. The people they'd linger around a corner for in hope of seeing, those with soulmarks you wish would line up just perfectly with your own. Somewhere out there, someone's walking around with your first touch of fate around with them. It's for that reason everyone knows Anton as the campus crush.
It's impossible to miss the six feet of cuteness, the shoulders broad enough to span the Californian coast and the tan handprint branded across his left cheek. Lee Anton, the sweetest guy on campus whose soulmate was destined to slap him in the face once they met. Nothing in it spelt destiny for you, but it was definitely curiosity at first sight.
"Hey, are we okay? Just at group studyâŠâ And your brain sputters like a misfiring car. Heâs right behind you, isnât he?
You want to pretend you didnât hear him over the bucketing rain â maybe even your thunderous heart. Without an umbrella, youâre screwed if you run down the library steps into the dark and youâd look insane to push past him back into the library. Damn.
Not once did you dare speak to him during the entire group study. Though the feeling of his curious eyes lingering on you alone lit you up like a fuse about to blow. No wonder he's asking you if you're okay. The entire time you acted like some tween with a stupid crush. Which youâre not. Clearly and obviously not. First year electrical engineering has enough problems to give you a migraine.
Something about being around him sets your brain off like a capacitor discharging. Everything firing off at once, without a thought of where to go. Â
"No? Yes! Yes. Fuck â sorry. Weâre fine." Is what you come up with.
And some boy can apparently render you stupid within two feet of him. Someone needs to remind you how youâre a candidate for the deanâs list again.
Your stilted answer and the ensuing silence cause the corner of Anton's lip to quirk into a grimace. "Ah â okay. Sorry, I'll see you Friday.â When he takes out his umbrella it nearly whacks you in the face before he starts to run down the steps, leaving not a glance behind him.
Ah, shit.
Stunned, youâre left with a) no umbrella and b) a burning sense of mortification about how badly that went. Before you know it, your feet are running you down the path he took. One problem at a time⊠câmon fix this. "Hey! Hey wait up, please! Anton!"
Running in the pouring rain was something you never planned on doing tonight or any day of the week but for fixing whatever youâve got with Anton â it seems worth it.
Whatever they used to say about stem majors being chronically unfit bookworms definitely applies to you, as your heart thuds in your skull and lungs start to give out. Somehow after months of trailing behind his broad back, you underestimated how quickly he can escape you.Â
Finally, like a lighthouse in the night, his blue umbrella is radiant under the light of the bus stop. âAnton!â
Three months of dodging each otherâs eyes and scampering out empty classrooms early, Antonâs eyes are at the edges of almost all your memories. You know his wide eyed look anywhere. But with as much grace of a new-born giraffe, you sidle next to him under his umbrella, unaware of the blush warming Antonâs face.
Thankfully thereâs no one else about apart from him to watch you keel over for a solid minute to gather your breath. Internally you think youâre as bright red as the LEDs you use in the labs. That, and so soaked youâre sure you're waking up with a cold tomorrow. Though, it could be worse. It could be whatever happened earlier.
Caught again in his orbit, you feel it again. The charge crackling under your skin that makes you want to claw at it.
Itâs a moment before anyone speaks, still too busy process what exactly is going on. Eventually you gain your bearings and look into his shifty eyes with resolution.
âHey look â Iâm super sorry about everything,â you blurt. âThe entire thing with the study group and completely dodging you in class. I â well, itâs not on purpose but I donât know why but itâs like I get caught in some interference feed within like a metre of you and I just canât think straight. Everything just sort of fires off in an incoherent mess. Iâm trying, I really do but for once, I just canât explain it.â It pours out in what feels like one breath. You feel like youâre teetering on the spot, on the cusp of embarrassment or sheer confidence. At this point, it might just be both. â⊠Sorry if I made you uncomfortable about anything but youâre top of our year, so damn cool and collected all the time â I feel like my wires get mixed up.âÂ
Thereâs an ache in your neck from looking up to him and watching his reaction. Calm and collected as always. It must be the longest youâve ever got to look him in the eyes properly. Until,
âMe too.â
Huh?
Anton pauses for a moment, worrying the inside of his cheek before admitting, âI⊠I really wished we could talk more but youâre always busy and I feel awkward butting in. Youâre really intimidating in the group studies, you know? You know everything and get along with everyone so easily. I psyche myself out.â
As he talks, your cheeks warm in endearment and you shuffle closer while heâs distracted. The familiar scent of cherries that would haunt you around campus suddenly right under your nose.
âI mean, I thought youâd just be another person put off by this-â he waves a self-conscious hand over his soulmark â-and being avoidant because of that. Though I guess I figured you didnât care because you never lingered on it like⊠like everyone else.â
It comes to you all in pieces. Anton always ducking his head away, never looking anyone straight on, always pursing his lips and turning away whenever someone brought up soulmarks. Those rumours haunt him.
However, standing here youâve never been more confident. You know your what your hand looks like.
Does he?
âI think it has a good story.â The look of disbelief he gives you is priceless but you push on. âI mean, mineâs just on my palm just like seventy percent of the population so it can be boring.â Under the light, you raise your hand to him, showing the contrasting darker skin on your right palm and the small shake of your fingers. Anton locks onto your mark with a laser focus that youâve never seen before. âAnd besides⊠I think you know what your soulmark actually is.â
One step closer: youâre just a hairsbreadth away. So close you can feel is body heat through his hoodie and see your breath leaving goosebumps on the expanse of his exposed neck. In the reflection of his blown pupils you can almost see yourself.
He swallows, eyes never leaving your palm. "You know what everyone says about it." Anton chews at his lip, bitten raw from worry. Itâs stupidly endearing whether he knows it or not. Instead of dropping it, you raise your hand, leaving it to rest on his shoulder in comfort. âThat the only reason I get slapped is because Iâm secretly an asshole?â
"You don't know that itâs a slap for sure.â
"Then what else could it be then.â
"Really, Anton?" you hum. Heâs so tense under your hand you feel like he could shatter from where you touch him. His eyes dazed and lingering where your hand used to be "Weâre both smarter than this.â
Under the streetlight, what he has is clear as day to you while you trace his mark with your eyes. The thumbprint that curls across his left cheekbone, to the fingertips that edge from his hairline to his jaw and even the light shadow that touches the corner of his lip â as if heâs pressing a kiss to the heel of their palm. "Whoever it is, they're holding you."
ââŠWhoever it is⊠?â he murmurs.
Antonâs unwavering gaze finally bores into you. Two interstellar blackholes swallowing you up and bearing down. An infinite number of thoughts or none at all. All behind those eyes, calculating and calibrating. You wonder where he is in that brilliant mind of his.
âDo it.â
Youâre so careful.
You donât know what youâd do with yourself if you hurt him. Maybe this doesnât work out? What if youâre just another person in the crowd watching and waiting for someone else. You knew from the moment you started high school, life was a bunch of problems that you had to solve. The sheer existence of uncertainty guarantees nothing in any aspect of your life. What is guaranteed already, what are the variables, what are you working with. Whatever this is â itâll be another problem but not one you get to calculate â it's one you need to guess.
His skin is too warm, and your hand is too cold. Nothing sparks but something is complete in your heart.
It fades. The marks â yours, his, all of it. It recedes back as if it never existed.
"I told you so."Â Â Â
The clatter of the umbrella is your only warning before his hands cup your face and he kisses you. He kisses you in earnest, softer than you'd expect and warm enough to make your knees weak. With a deceptive strength, Anton presses you back against a railing, and your arms loop around his neck, hands burying in his hair. Hidden muscles you used to wonder about, tense where you touch him.
Eyes closed to the rain, foreheads knocked together and not a care in the world. Youâre pulled into him like air. Both of you are trembling with relief. Like coherent waves, you come together in sync and everything you feel is amplified between you two. Itâs then you know exactly what was racing in his mind.
Smiling into your neck, Anton sighs. "I'm yours." His voice lower and a little bit breathier. It makes your heart skip a beat, and your mouth turns up at the corners.
All across your veins itâs like a current is pushing through your skin. Anton and you, a circuit complete.
blehh i'm rusty but i'm starting uni as a mechEng student soonish so wish me luck đ«Ą a reblog or a like always helps to encourage more thank you! â masterlist
#when i tell you he is so sweet#I MEAN IT#DAMN#sunny forecast: writing nights#lee anton#lee anton x reader#riize fics#riize fluff#riize x reader#lee anton imagines#riize au#anton lee fic#riize drabbles#lee anton drabble#kpop fanfic#riize#romance#soulmate au#crushing#riize chanyoung#kpop x you#anton fic#anton x reader
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soap's whole deal being sniper and demolitions gets me going bc on the surface they sound so different but when you get into it, you realise it's bc soap's smart
sniping is all math; calculating distances and wind interference and bullet drop. something i think people overlook is he was listed as a sniper first so it can be implied that he's better at it than demolitions. he does more sniping in both campaigns than demolitions work; in capture or kill, ghost specifically calls on him to take down the aq snipers
and demolitions is math with a hit of chemistry; knowing what mixes with what, knowing how much to use, recognising environmental factors and adjusting accordingly. it's not just about the boom; so much work goes into contained/ planned explosions. especially when having enough power for a breacher charge and not bringing down the whole building is the difference between mission success and failure
the chemical bombs he makes in alone can't just be any old cleaners, they have to have the correct reaction to each other; he just knew off the top of his head what would mix with what to create what reaction. he would also potentially have to recognise them by sight/smell bc they wouldâve been written in spanish
soap would also have to know architecture; recognising structural integrity and weak points so he knows exactly where to plant a charge to bring it down and how it'll come down
he has an incredible soldier's mind people just forget that bc he's sociable which itself is a skill
we know he tends to buck against orders he doesn't agree with like when he pushes back against ghost in capture or kill and shepherd when he tells them to release hassan
he gets closer to people and sees if he can trust them and that's when he follows them without question. really think about how he talks to alejandro and rudy; he asks about their home and alejandro's family and rudy's relationship with him. those aren't questions you ask a stranger after a few hours of knowing them. that's not even touching on his relationship with ghost
he also deliberately brings people of higher ranks down to his level; talking informally with ghost and giving him a shoulder punch, addressing alejandro (a colonel!!) by his first name and rudy by his nickname despite literally just meeting them. he personalises all of them and itâs in direct opposition to the reason most characters do that; itâs not due to insubordination or lack of respect, the more he respects and trusts someone, the more casual he is with them
he digs into people; he wants to know what makes them tick and that determines if he can one, trust them and two, follow their orders. once he decides that, he's the ultimate soldier; he bleeds loyalty which makes him vicious when that loyalty is taken for granted
he isn't naive or bubbly or insecure; he's an incredibly smart and aware soldier. he's aggressive and bloodthirsty and loyal and intuitive and i love him so much
#i cant believe i never posted the soap meta that got me twitter famousâąïžđ
#as with damn near every piece of characterisation in this franchise soaps is only apparent in subtext and connecting tiny little dots#it is very easy to just pick up his surface personality and think thats all he is#but soaps not a sunshine character#hes not super friendly or bright#hes just willing to talk to people and hes paired up with ghost who never wants to start a conversation#every time i see soap presented as this bubbly airhead thats super sweet and just blows stuff up i lose a year off my life#and i dont blame people for getting this vibe from him but im begging you to look a lil deeper#this isnt getting into his anger or the fact that he is a soldier which automatically makes him a wee bit fucked up#like he is hyperviolent and takes joy in it#we all know ghosts snuff film joke but soaps the one who responds positively to it#he returns the joke and only calls him out on it when he says he wont watch it more than once and even then its teasing not grossed out#and if we take the âhe tried to join the military at 16â factoid from 09 as current canon then he very easily could have a rough home life#no one tries to repeatedly join the military early without having some kind of problems#soap knows his worth and his abilities you dont get to be as good and specialised as he is without being completely sure of yourself#we know ghost has an ego but soap constantly butts up against it with his own affirmations#âyou wanna be better than me johnnyâ âmaybe i already am/i will beâ âa little helps not so bad eh ltâ#being a sniper makes me hate the âcant sit stillâ hc hes literally an sas sniper he wouldnt be complaining after a few hours of overwatch#i like the adhd hc and maybe he fidgets in his day to day life but the second hes at work hes At Work#tldr soap could be just as complex a character as ghost if cod would stop treating their campaigns as an afterthought and actually commit#coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt#weâre a team. ghost team#talk meta to me#john soap mactavish#soap cod#cod mw2#soapghost#save post#call of duty modern warfare#cod meta
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