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Tenacious D in The Pick of Destiny

2006. Musical Fantasy Comedy

By Liam Lynch

Starring: Jack Black, Kyle Gass, Troy Gentile, Ronnie James Dio, Dave Grohl, Meat Loaf, JR Reed, Ben Stiller, Paul F. Tompkins, Tim Robbins, John C. Reilly, Cynthia Ettinger, Andrew Caldwell, Amy Pohler...

Country: United States

Language: English

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The Disability Library

I love books, I love literature, and I love this blog, but it's only been recently that I've really been given the option to explore disabled literature, and I hate that. When I was a kid, all I wanted was to be able to read about characters like me, and now as an adult, all I want is to be able to read a book that takes us seriously.

And so, friends, Romans, countrymen, I present, a special disability and chronic illness booklist, compiled by myself and through the contributions of wonderful members from this site!

As always, if there are any at all that you want me to add, please just say. I'm always looking for more!

Edit 20/10/2023: You can now suggest books using the google form at the bottom!

Updated: 31/08/2023

Articles and Chapters

The Drifting Language of Architectural Accessibility in Victor Hugo's Notre-Dame de Paris, Essaka Joshua, 2012

Early Modern Literature and Disability Studies, Allison P. Hobgood, David Houston Wood, 2017

How Do You Develop Whole Object Relations as an Adult?, Elinor Greenburg, 2019

Making Do with What You Don't Have: Disabled Black Motherhood in Octavia E. Butler's Parable of the Sower and Parable of the Talents, Anna Hinton, 2018

Necropolitics, Achille Mbeme, 2003 OR Necropolitics, Achille Mbeme, 2019

Wasted Lives: Modernity and Its Outcasts, Zygmunt Bauman, 2004

Witchcraft and deformity in early modern English Literature, Scott Eaton, 2020

Books

Fiction:

Misc:

10 Things I Can See From Here, Carrie Mac

A-F:

A Curse So Dark and Lonely, (Series), Brigid Kemmerer

Akata Witch, (Series), Nnedi Okorafor

A Mango-Shaped Space, Wendy Mass

Ancillary Justice, (Series), Ann Leckie

An Unkindness of Ghosts, Rivers Solomon

An Unseen Attraction, (Series), K. J. Charles

A Shot in the Dark, Victoria Lee

A Snicker of Magic, Natalie Lloyd

A Song of Ice and Fire, (series), George R. R. Martin

A Spindle Splintered, (Series), Alix E. Harrow

A Time to Dance, Padma Venkatraman

Bath Haus, P. J. Vernon

Beasts of Prey, (Series), Ayana Gray

The Bedlam Stacks, (Series), Natasha Pulley

Black Bird, Blue Road, Sofiya Pasternack

Black Sun, (Series), Rebecca Roanhorse

Blood Price, (Series), Tanya Huff

Borderline, (Series), Mishell Baker

Breath, Donna Jo Napoli

The Broken Kingdoms, (Series), N.K. Jemisin

Brute, Kim Fielding

Cafe con Lychee, Emery Lee

Carry the Ocean, (Series), Heidi Cullinan

Challenger Deep, Neal Shusterman

Cinder, (Series), Marissa Meyer

Clean, Amy Reed

Connection Error, (Series), Annabeth Albert

Cosima Unfortunate Steals A Star, Laura Noakes

Crazy, Benjamin Lebert

Crooked Kingdom, (Series), Leigh Bardugo

Daniel Cabot Puts Down Roots, (Series), Cat Sebastian

Daniel, Deconstructed, James Ramos

Dead in the Garden, (Series), Dahlia Donovan

Dear Fang, With Love, Rufi Thorpe

Deathless Divide, (Series), Justina Ireland

The Degenerates, J. Albert Mann

The Doctor's Discretion, E.E. Ottoman

Earth Girl, (Series), Janet Edwards

Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead, Emily R. Austin

The Extraordinaries, (Series), T. J. Klune

The Extraordinary Education of Nicholas Benedict, (Series), Trenton Lee Stewart

Fight + Flight, Jules Machias

The Final Girl Support Group, Grady Hendrix

Finding My Voice, (Series), Aoife Dooley

The First Thing About You, Chaz Hayden

Follow My Leader, James B. Garfield

Forever Is Now, Mariama J. Lockington

Fortune Favours the Dead, (Series), Stephen Spotswood

Fresh, Margot Wood

H-0:

Harmony, London Price

Harrow the Ninth, (series), Tamsyn Muir

Hench, (Series), Natalia Zina Walschots

Highly Illogical Behaviour, John Corey Whaley

Honey Girl, Morgan Rogers

How to Become a Planet, Nicole Melleby

How to Bite Your Neighbor and Win a Wager, (Series), D. N. Bryn

How to Sell Your Blood & Fall in Love, (Series), D. N. Bryn

Hunger Pangs: True Love Bites, Joy Demorra

I Am Not Alone, Francisco X. Stork

The Immeasurable Depth of You, Maria Ingrande Mora

In the Ring, Sierra Isley

Into The Drowning Deep, (Series), Mira Grant

Iron Widow, (Series), Xiran Jay Zhao

Izzy at the End of the World, K. A. Reynolds

Jodie's Journey, Colin Thiele

Just by Looking at Him, Ryan O'Connell

Kissing Doorknobs, Terry Spencer Hesser

Lakelore, Anna-Marie McLemore

Learning Curves, (Series), Ceillie Simkiss

Let's Call It a Doomsday, Katie Henry

The Library of the Dead, (Series), TL Huchu

The Lion Hunter, (Series), Elizabeth Wein

Lirael, (Series), Garth Nix

Long Macchiatos and Monsters, Alison Evans

Love from A to Z, (Series), S.K. Ali

Lycanthropy and Other Chronic Illnesses, Kristen O'Neal

Never Let Me Go, Kazuo Ishiguro

The Never Tilting World, (Series), Rin Chupeco

The No-Girlfriend Rule, Christen Randall

Nona the Ninth, (series), Tamsyn Muir

Noor, Nnedi Okorafor

Odder Still, (Series), D. N. Bryn

Once Stolen, (Series), D. N. Bryn

One For All, Lillie Lainoff

On the Edge of Gone, Corinne Duyvis

Origami Striptease, Peggy Munson

Our Bloody Pearl, (Series), D. N. Bryn

Out of My Mind, Sharon M. Draper

P-T:

Parable of the Sower, (Series), Octavia E. Butler

Parable of the Talents, (Series), Octavia E. Butler

Percy Jackson & the Olympians, (series), Rick Riordan

Pomegranate, Helen Elaine Lee

The Prey of Gods, Nicky Drayden

The Pursuit Of..., (Series), Courtney Milan

The Queen's Thief, (Series), Megan Whalen Turner

The Quiet and the Loud, Helena Fox

The Raging Quiet, Sheryl Jordan

The Reanimator's Heart, (Series), Kara Jorgensen

The Remaking of Corbin Wale, Joan Parrish

Roll with It, (Series), Jamie Sumner

Russian Doll, (Series), Cristelle Comby

The Second Mango, (Series), Shira Glassman

Scar of the Bamboo Leaf, Sieni A.M

Shaman, (Series), Noah Gordon

Sick Kids in Love, Hannah Moskowitz

The Silent Boy, Lois Lowry

Six of Crows, (Series) Leigh Bardugo

Sizzle Reel, Carlyn Greenwald

The Spare Man, Mary Robinette Kowal

The Stagsblood Prince, (Series), Gideon E. Wood

Stake Sauce, Arc 1: The Secret Ingredient is Love. No, Really, (Series), RoAnna Sylver

Stars in Your Eyes, Kacen Callender [Expected release: Oct 2023]

The Storm Runner, (Series), J. C. Cervantes

Stronger Still, (Series), D. N. Bryn

Sweetblood, Pete Hautman

Tarnished Are the Stars, Rosiee Thor

The Theft of Sunlight, (Series), Intisar Khanani

Throwaway Girls, Andrea Contos

Top Ten, Katie Cotugno

Torch, Lyn Miller-Lachmann

Treasure, Rebekah Weatherspoon

Turtles All the Way Down, John Green

U-Z:

Unlicensed Delivery, Will Soulsby-McCreath Expected release October 2023

Verona Comics, Jennifer Dugan

Vorkosigan Saga, (Series), Lois McMaster Bujold

We Are the Ants, (Series), Shaun David Hutchinson

The Weight of Our Sky, Hanna Alkaf

Whip, Stir and Serve, Caitlyn Frost and Henry Drake

The Whispering Dark, Kelly Andrew

Wicked Sweet, Chelsea M. Cameron

Wonder, (Series), R. J. Palacio

Wrong to Need You, (Series), Alisha Rai

Ziggy, Stardust and Me, James Brandon

Graphic Novels:

A Quick & Easy Guide to Sex & Disability, (Non-Fiction), A. Andrews

Constellations, Kate Glasheen

Dancing After TEN: a graphic memoir, (memoir) (Non-Fiction), Vivian Chong, Georgia Webber

Everything Is an Emergency: An OCD Story in Words Pictures, (memoir) (Non-Fiction), Jason Adam Katzenstein

Frankie's World: A Graphic Novel, (Series), Aoife Dooley

The Golden Hour, Niki Smith

Nimona, N. D. Stevenson

The Third Person, (memoir) (Non-Fiction), Emma Grove

Magazines and Anthologies:

Artificial Divide, (Anthology), Robert Kingett, Randy Lacey

Beneath Ceaseless Skies #175: Grandmother-nai-Leylit's Cloth of Winds, (Article), R. B. Lemburg

Defying Doomsday, (Anthology), edited by Tsana Dolichva and Holly Kench

Josee, the Tiger and the Fish, (short story) (anthology), Seiko Tanabe

Nothing Without Us, edited by Cait Gordon and Talia C. Johnson

Nothing Without Us Too, edited by Cait Gordon and Talia C. Johnson

Unbroken: 13 Stories Starring Disabled Teens, (Anthology), edited by Marieke Nijkamp

Uncanny #24: Disabled People Destroy Science Fiction, (Anthology), edited by: Elsa Sjunneson-Henry, Dominik Parisien et al.

Uncanny #30: Disabled People Destroy Fantasy, (Anthology), edited by: Nicolette Barischoff, Lisa M. Bradley, Katharine Duckett

We Shall Be Monsters, edited by Derek Newman-Stille

Manga:

Perfect World, (Series), Rie Aruga

The Sky is Blue with a Single Cloud, (Short Stories), Kuniko Tsurita

Non-Fiction:

Academic Ableism: Disability and Higher Education, Jay Timothy Dolmage

A Disability History of the United States, Kim E, Nielsen

The Architecture of Disability: Buildings, Cities, and Landscapes beyond Access, David Gissen

Being Seen: One Deafblind Woman's Fight to End Ableism, Elsa Sjunneson

Black Disability Politics, Sami Schalk

Borderline, Narcissistic, and Schizoid Adaptations: The Pursuit of Love, Admiration, and Safety, Dr. Elinor Greenburg

Brilliant Imperfection: Grappling with Cure, Eli Clare

The Cambridge Companion to Literature and Disability, Barker, Clare and Stuart Murray, editors.

The Capacity Contract: Intellectual Disability and the Question of Citizenship, Stacy Clifford Simplican

Capitalism and Disability, Martha Russel

Care work: Dreaming Disability Justice, Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha

Catatonia, Shutdown and Breakdown in Autism: A Psycho-Ecological Approach, Dr Amitta Shah

The Collected Schizophrenias: Essays, Esme Weijun Wang

Crip Kinship, Shayda Kafai

Crip Up the Kitchen: Tools, Tips and Recipes for the Disabled Cook, Jules Sherred

Culture – Theory – Disability: Encounters between Disability Studies and Cultural Studies, Anne Waldschmidt, Hanjo Berressem, Moritz Ingwersen

Decarcerating Disability: Deinstitutionalization and Prison Abolition, Liat Ben-Moshe

Demystifying Disability: What to Know, What to Say, and How to Be an Ally, Emily Ladau

Dirty River: A Queer Femme of Color Dreaming Her Way Home, Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha

Disability Pride: Dispatches from a Post-ADA World, Ben Mattlin

Disability Visibility: First-Person Stories From the Twenty-First Century, Alice Wong

Disfigured: On Fairy Tales, Disability and Making Space, Amanda Leduc

Every Cripple a Superhero, Christoph Keller

Exile and Pride: Disability, Queerness and Liberation, Eli Clare

Feminist Queer Crip, Alison Kafer

The Future Is Disabled: Prophecies, Love Notes, and Mourning Songs, Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha

Growing Up Disabled in Australia, Carly Findlay

It's Just Nerves: Notes on a Disability, Kelly Davio

The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks, Rebecca Skloot

Language Deprivation & Deaf Mental Health, Neil S. Glickman, Wyatte C. Hall

The Minority Body: A Theory of Disability, Elizabeth Barnes

My Body and Other Crumbling Empires: Lessons for Healing in a World That Is Sick, Lyndsey Medford

No Right to Be Idle: The Invention of Disability, 1840s-1930s, Sarah F. Rose

Nothing About Us Without Us: Disability Oppression and Empowerment, James I. Charlton

The Pedagogy of Pathologization Dis/abled Girls of Color in the School-prison Nexus, Subini Ancy Annamma

Physical Disability in British Romantic Literature, Essaka Joshua

QDA: A Queer Disability Anthology, Raymond Luczak, Editor.

The Right to Maim: Debility, Capacity, Disability, Jasbir K. Puar

Sitting Pretty, (memoir), Rebecca Taussig

Sounds Like Home: Growing Up Black & Deaf in the South, Mary Herring Wright

Surviving and Thriving with an Invisible Chronic Illness: How to Stay Sane and Live One Step Ahead of Your Symptoms, Ilana Jacqueline

The Things We Don't Say: An Anthology of Chronic Illness Truths, Julie Morgenlender

Uncanny Bodies: Superhero Comics and Disability, Scott T. Smith, José Alaniz 

Uncomfortable Labels: My Life as a Gay Autistic Trans Woman, (memoir), Laura Kate Dale

Unmasking Autism, Devon Price

The War on Disabled People: Capitalism, Welfare and the Making of a Human Catastrophe, Ellen Clifford

We've Got This: Essays by Disabled Parents, Eliza Hull

Year of the Tiger: An Activist's Life, (memoir) (essays) Alice Wong

Picture Books:

A Day With No Words, Tiffany Hammond, Kate Cosgrove-

A Friend for Henry, Jenn Bailey, Mika Song

Ali and the Sea Stars, Ali Stroker, Gillian Reid

All Are Welcome, Alexandra Penfold, Suzanne Kaufman

All the Way to the Top, Annette Bay Pimentel, Jennifer Keelan-Chaffins, Nabi Ali

Can Bears Ski?, Raymond Antrobus, Polly Dunbar

Different -- A Great Thing to Be!, Heather Alvis, Sarah Mensinga

Everyone Belongs, Heather Alvis, Sarah Mensinga

I Talk Like a River, Jordan Scott, Sydney Smith

Jubilee: The First Therapy Horse and an Olympic Dream, K. T. Johnson, Anabella Ortiz

Just Ask!, Sonia Sotomayor, Rafael López

Kami and the Yaks, Andrea Stenn Stryer, Bert Dodson

My Three Best Friends and Me, Zulay, Cari Best, Vanessa Brantley-Newton

Rescue & Jessica: A Life-Changing Friendship, Jessica Kensky, Patrick Downes, Scott Magoon

Sam's Super Seats, Keah Brown, Sharee Miller

Small Knight and the Anxiety Monster, Manka Kasha

We Move Together, Kelly Fritsch, Anne McGuire, Eduardo Trejos

We're Different, We're the Same, and We're All Wonderful!, Bobbi Jane Kates, Joe Mathieu

What Happened to You?, James Catchpole, Karen George

The World Needs More Purple People, Kristen Bell, Benjamin Hart, Daniel Wiseman

You Are Enough: A Book About Inclusion, Margaret O'Hair, Sofia Sanchez, Sofia Cardoso

You Are Loved: A Book About Families, Margaret O'Hair, Sofia Sanchez, Sofia Cardoso

The You Kind of Kind, Nina West, Hayden Evans

Zoom!, Robert Munsch, Michael Martchenko

Plays:

Peeling, Kate O'Reilly

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[sofasoap]

Teddy bear - 2

Pairing: John Price x F! Reader

Summary: A quiet home date with the handsome mutton chop. Part 1 here

Warning: M Theme. Alcohol use. otherwise generalised fluff.

A/N: Part of the 141Challenge!! Thank you @glitterypirateduck the wonderful CoD fanfic and fanart curator for organising another festival :D you are awesome.

Prompt used:

Kitchen

Thunderstorm/Rain

Caught in the rain

Trust me

John Price Masterlist

Masterlist

“Hello teddy bear lady, we really should stop meeting like this.”

The handsome stranger, later introduced himself as John Price, ended up exchanging numbers after you bump into him ( again ) at the pub. 

Your niblings, especially your niece, were happy to see the “furry man” again, They couldn’t stop retelling the stories for days until your sister told them to give her a bit of peace and quiet. 

Your sister was quite surprised when he showed up on the doorstep, picking you up for the date. 

“Oh.. so.. He exists.” your sister elbowed you, she couldn’t contain the surprise on her face. 

“.. you think I made up the whole story with the kids just to pull a prank on you??” you rolled your eyes. 

“OHHHHH… your furry face feels so nice..!” Lizzy, your niece was again amazed by John’s facial hair and arm hair. 

John smiled at her as he held his arms out and let your niece poke and probe at his hair and mutton chop. 

“How about your legs? You say your legs are hairy too? Can I have a look?”

“Lizzy!” you chided. “Where are your manners! You don’t just go around and ask people to expose their body parts!” 

“Well… you went on and on about it for days after about it too… Remember?” Your sister mumbled under her breath.

“I did not!!!” you retorted, face started to burn up with embarrassment. Shooting a look at John, who is quite amused by the conversation between the three of you.  

Oh heavens. He must be thinking how strange your whole family is. Great. He is probably thinking of ways to bail out on you right now. But he just laughed as he retracted his arm and stood back up. 

Surprisingly, he didn’t bail out on you. At the end of the night, he gently took hold of your hands, gazing softly at you with his beautiful blue eyes, quietly asking you on another date. 

“I had a lovely time tonight. Can I see you again? I’ll cook for you. I can’t guarantee it will be michelin star quality but I promise you it is a lot better than the MRE ”

A man offers to cook for you? Who can say no to that?

You flinched as you felt the droplet of rain start hitting your face. Damn it, you thought, should have listened to the weather report and brought my brolly.  Now I probably have to call for a cab to get to the station afterwards. You huffed. Shrugging off the tote bag around your shoulder, and cradling it under the long coat like some valuable treasure to prevent it getting wet. 

Or maybe he would ask you to stay for the night, and you might get lucky for once…..

Shaking your head to get that dirty thought out of your brain, This is only the second date! Maybe I need to bleach my brain. Ugh, better run faster, hair is getting wet. You quicken your pace to run towards the destination before the rain starts pelting down on you. 

Double checking the address on your phone as you come up to an unassuming house at the end of a row of terrace houses. Adjusting your hold on the tote bag, you took a deep breath in before you knocked on the plain looking dark brown door, and took a step back, squaring your shoulder, waiting for him to answer the door. Few seconds later you heard the hurrying footsteps before the door opened.

There stands John Price, in a black dress pants and simple navy blue shirt, sleeves rolled up, tea towel slung over his shoulder. How does a man always make the simplest clothing look so good?

Your eyes quickly flick down towards the half apron he had on. Tight around his waist.

That slutty waist. 

Ok, you really need to get yourself into a nunnery after this to cleanse all these unholy thoughts. 

Taking one look at your slightly damp coat and wet hair, John frowned. "I should have gone and picked you up, I am sorry." He apologises as he quickly ushers you inside. "I was too caught up in the cooking to notice the weather outside." 

"No need to apologise, I should have heeded the warning from the weather bureau." you replied as he helped you to take off the coat and hang it up by the door. “I won’t melt like the wicked witch of the west with a little bit of rain.” you joked. 

“I got the heater going, come inside and you should warm up, you must be cold.” John commented as he gently put his hand on the small of your back as he led you inside.

You glance around as you walk past the corridor and living room. It's a minimalistically decorated flat.  There’s no television, a simple bookshelf, a three seater couch with a plain coffee table. 

A bachelor’s pad that he hardly lives in. 

“I don’t stay in this place a lot,” he said, as if sensing the question floating in your mind. “I also have a room I stayed in on site at the base if I work too late. Which is most of the time.”He chuckled. 

“Bit of a workaholic?” You teased, remembering what the three other men’s words about their Captain the night at the pub.

“You sure you want to date him bonnie?” the mohawk man who the others called Soap asked. “The Captain is an absolute workaholic, if he isn’t out on the field training with the crew, he is stuck in the office, nose deep in paperwork. Sorry Captain. Not trying to interfere with your chance at luring a bonnie into bed…”

The other two nodded their heads in agreement. John just groaned and shook his head, clearly not amused at Soap’s jabbing. You actually find it quite endearing, how close the four of them are just from their interaction, despite the differences in ranks. 

“Red or white?” 

“Um. uh, red please…” you hastily replied as you broke out from your reverie, realising you are now standing in front of the kitchen. Setting down the container of baked goods onto the kitchen bench, you fidget your hand nervously as he pours you a glass of wine.

“Can I.. Can I help with anything?” you offered meekly, wanting to do something to distract yourself. 

Shaking his head, he recorked the bottle and guided you to sit down on the stool. “I got it all under control. Trust me. I wouldn’t burn the kitchen down.” he smirked. “Just relax. Dinner shouldn’t be too long.” he reassures you before turning around and walking towards the oven. 

A pleasant savoury aroma wafting through the air as he opens the open door to check the food inside. 

“That smells really good.” you lean forward, inhaling the scent. “What’s on the menu?”

“Shepherd's Pie. with sides of vegetables and salad.” 

He chuckles as your eyes brighten with the mentioning of the dish. “I know it’s your favourite. It’s the first time I made it.I hope It won’t disappoint.” 

How does he know it’s your favourite? 

The dinner turns out to be absolutely delicious. He was, you have to admit, quite a decent cook. you couldn’t help to let out a moan as you took a bite of the steaming hot pie. 

The pie was well seasoned, the broccolini was well pan fried, and the salad was well dressed. 

Everything was simple, but well done to perfection.

He chuckled as you quickly inhaled the portion of your pie. “I am taking that is a good sign that I have done this right?”

You took a sip of the red wine, washing down the delicious food, as you shyly smiled at him, slightly embarrassed. You are still slightly tense and nervous in a private environment.Just you, and him. You never had anyone else invite you to a date at their house before. 

But part of you is glad he invited you over tonight. You get to see the real, more relaxed John Price side of him, without other people’s prying eyes, without him having to put up a front of being the Captain. 

“Oh dear, it’s really bucketing down outside now..” you mumbled as the sound of rain hitting the window caught your attention. The two of you shifted yourself from the dining table onto the couch after dinner, to get more comfortable as you sip on the hot herbal tea, nibbling on the chocolate biscuits you have baked as a simple dessert. You reach forward towards the coffee table for your phone, checking for the next train timetable.

Your heart dropped when the pop up notice on the website shows all trains have been suspended due to the severe weather and heavy rain. 

“Damn..nothing is running…” you groaned. You quickly open the ride share app to see if there are any rides nearby, it’s going to cost you a bit, but that’s probably your only way home now. Nothing was showing up either. You guess with how bad the weather is and even the public transports are all suspended, no one is going to risk their life driving on the road. 

“Stay for the night?” He offered in a quiet voice as he saw your worried face, struggling to decide what to do. 

“You take my bed, I’ll sleep on the couch.” he quickly added as your eyes grew wide at his previous suggestions, as if afraid he’s giving you the wrong idea. 

Forever a gentleman. 

You shook your head as you replied, “Um, I’ll take the couch, this is your home, I can’t kick a host onto the couch!”  

“I insist.” you were ready to debate with him, but one look from him ( the same look he gave to Soap and Gaz at the pub when they started to get a bit too rowdy) had you swallow down the words back in again. 

So now, you are sitting on top of his freshly made bed with crisp clean linen. Wearing some old t-shirts and sweatpants he managed to dig up in the death of his closet. . You subconsciously bring the overhanging sleep up towards your face, taking sniff. Smells exactly like him. Slight faint cigar and cologne smell. Making you feel really relaxed, and safe. 

“This looks very military style. Did you even manage to iron the bed while I was in the shower??” you teased as you inspected the crease free bed sheet. 

“Old habit dies hard.” he blushed as he turned his face away, not looking at you. “If you need me. I’m just down the hallway.” he cleared his throat, trying to cover up his fluster as he bid goodnight to you. “Have a good sleep. I will see you in the morning.” 

“John.”

“Hmm?” he turned towards you as he rested his hand on  the door knob, eyebrow raised. 

You shuffle yourself to the end of the bed, and walk towards him. Feeling brave, you reach your hands up, gently tugging him down to your height, and press a light kiss on his cheek, feeling his mutton chop tickle your face. 

“Goodnight. And thank you for letting me stay.” you whispered, looking into his beautiful blue eyes after you reluctantly pulled yourself away from him. 

His eyes flicker with emotion. Lips press tight, as if trying to control himself. Slowly letting out a breath, he pulls you into his embrace, kissing you gently on the head.

“Don’t mention it. Sleep tight, don’t let the bed bug bites.” 

The only thing that was biting you that night was a bug called love. 

“Captain, you let her sleep alone on your bed??? Oh these biscuits are good” 

“What a gentleman.”

“.. I’ll go make some tea. I hope you at least made her breakfast the next day.”

“Shut up you muppets. Get back to work.” 

Sorry I was half brain dead writing this. Part 3 might come out... sometime... later.

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@a-small-writer-in-a-big-world@homicidal-slvt

@floral-force @okayyadriana @cumikering @siilvan

@random-thot-generator @random0lover @devcica @jynxmirage @nrdmssgs @glitterypirateduck @mmyrrhh, @gamergirlbones

@mistydeyes, @groguspicklejar,

@whydoilikewhump @captainpriceslover, @tapioca-marzipan @glitterypirateduck @caramlizedtomatoes

[l-just-want-to-see]

the sea & the stars

as both an escape from and a return to oneself (home lies infinity infinities away from here)

vocabulary.com, definition of astronaut / ? / Altered Carbon, S1 E3: In a Lonely Place / Swirling Magnetic Field around Our Galaxy’s Central Black Hole, EHT Collaboration + Scylla & Charybdis, ? / Rocket Man, Elton John + Ad Astra (2019) / Drops of Jupiter (Tell Me), Train + Life of Pi (2012) / How Far I’ll Go, Auli’i Cravalho/ The Farthest Shore, Ursula K. Le Guin + Odyssey over Martian Sunrise, 3-D (Artist Concept), NASA + The Odyssey, Homer / Pluto, Sleeping at Last / @theedorksinlove + Artist’s Rendition of NASA’s Cassini before it entered Saturn’s atmosphere / Cosmos, Carl Sagan / Olympics.com + Solar Sail, Bert Willemsen / The Farthest Shore, Ursula K. Le Guin / Star Trek (original series) narrative introduction / Where no man has gone before, Wikipedia / Space Oddity, David Bowie + Interstellar (2014) + Seascape Great Ofean Waves Rock Before Storm, ? / The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry / Story People, Brian Andreas + One Piece (anime) / ? / @ghostwriterofthemachine / Chinese Satellite, Phoebe Bridgers / We’re Finally Landing, Home / Ad Astra (2019) / John F. Kennedy / @heypvrker / Astronomical Tidbits: A Layperson’s Guide to Astronomy, Gerald D. Waxman + Made of Star Stuff, Samrae Duke

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Things I Won't Write: ❌

Sex Crimes of ANY KIND, Super Violent/Xtreme Kinks, Inflation, Feederism, Abuse, Puke, Shit, DDLG, Age Play, Raceplay, Wound Fucking, Gore, Vore, Misgendering/Detrans, Lesbian x Man, Gay Man x Woman, CBT, Sounding, Fisting, Gunplay, Drugging, Stepcest etc... no exceptions! :D

Fluff, Angst, Platonic. (Go to my other fanfic blog for that.)

Things I Will Write: ✔️

Genderbent Characters, Mild Yandere, Daddy/Mommy Kink, Cheating, Mild BDSM, CNC, Dubcon, Monsters, Hybrids, Sex Pollen, Legal Age Gap, Power Imbalance (Prof/Student, Boss/Employee), Feet, Armpits, Piss, Breeding, Mild Blood/Knifeplay, Cock Warming, Dry Humping, Voyeur, Public Sex, Orgy, 3somes, Sex Toys, Overstim, Edging, etc... etc... :P

Trans Reader, Chubby/Tall/Short/Curvy/Fat/Buff Reader, Other Specific Characteristics. ✔️

(Because I Was Asked About This): Gay Man x Trans Man / Lesbian x Trans Woman. ✔️

*if you aren't sure, just ask!* :)

HC's, One Shots, Multi-Chapter, Drabbles, F/O Imagines.

Canon-friendly, AU's, Canon Divergence, Out of Character.

Ch x Ch / Ch x Reader / Ch x OC / OC x Reader / Poly Ships of any kind.

F/F, M/M, F/M, GN/F, GN/M, Poly Ships of any kind.

Now that that's out of the way, here's the list of fandoms and characters i'm familiar with and will happily take requests on! (you can request other characters from these fandoms, but it might take me longer!)

Adventure Time/Fiona & Cake: PB, Marceline, Marshall Lee, Winter King, Candy Queen, Simon, Ice King, Fiona.

Attack On Titan: Armin, Eren, Mikasa, Sasha, Levi, Hanji, Annie, Historia, Reiner, Erwin, Ymir. 

Avatar: Jake, Neytiri.

Batman Begins Triology: Batman, Catwoman, Bane, Joker, Scarecrow.

Bee & Puppycat: Bee, Deckard, Cass, Toast.

BigBang Theory: Raj, Leonard, Penny, Amy.

Black Dynamite: Honeybee, Black Dynamite.

BNA: Michiru, Shirou.

Bob’s Burgers: Bob, Linda.

Breaking Bad: Jesse, Skylar.

Call of Duty: Konig, Ghost, Mace, Keegan, Krueger, Valeria, Farah.

Creepypasta: Jeff, Jane, Ben, Toby, EJ, LJ, Slenderman, Splendorman, Clockwork, Kate, Masky, Hoodie,

Desperate Housewives: Bree, Gabi, Edie, Lynette, Carlos, John.

Dirty Dancing: Johnny, Baby.

Earth Girls Are Easy: Mac, Zeebo, Wiploc, Valerie.

Elemental: Wade, Ember.

Encanto: Isabela, Bruno, Dolores, Julieta.

FNAF Movie: Vanessa, Mike, William/Steve.

Frozen: Elsa, Anna, Kristoff.

Futurama: Leela, Fry, Amy, Bender.

Gravity Falls: Ford, Stan, Soos, Melody, Giffany, Bill.

Jane The Virgin: Jane, Michael, Petra, Luisa, Rose, Rogelio, Xiomara.

Jurassic Park (1993): Ian Malcolm, Ellie Sattler.

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo, Choso, Nanami, Sukuna.

King of the Hill: Hank, Peggy, Luane, Nancy, Dale, Khan, Min, John Redcorn.

Lisa Frankenstein: Lisa, Creature, Taffy.

Little Mermaid (2022): Ariel, Eric.

MHA: Dabi, Hawks, Aizawa.

Moon Knight: Moon System, Layla, Khonshu.

Mulan: Mulan, Li Shang.

National Treasure: Benjamin, Riley.

Nintendo: Link, Zelda, Peach, Daisy, Rosalina, Luigi, Bowser, Waluigi.

Norbit: Rasputia, Norbit.

Princess & The Frog: Tiana, Lottie, Naveen, Shadow Man.

Ratatouille: Colette, Linguini. 

Regular Show: Mordecai, Margret, Eileen, CJ, Benson.

Resident Evil: Karl Heisenberg, Carlos Oiliveria, Lady Dimitrescu.

Rick and Morty: Rick, Jerry, Beth, Doofus Rick.

Riverdale: FP Jones, Hiram.

Scott Pilgrim vs. The World: Kim, Ramona, Gideon, Wallace.

Serial Mom: Chip, Beverly.

Silverado: Slick, Rae, Mal, Paden.

Shallow Hal: Rosemary, Hal.

Shameless: Lip, Fiona, Kev, V.

SheRa (2018): All Adults.

Sherlock (2010): Sherlock, John Watson.

Slashers & DBD: Brahms, Ghostface, Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, Pyramid Head, The Spirit, Huntress, Trapper, Wraith, Trickster, Pearl, Jennifer Check, Stu Matcher, Billy Loomis, Tiffany Valentine, Patrick Bateman, Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair, Eric Draven, The Artist, Amanda Young.

Spiderverse: Miguel, Jessica Drew.

Spongebob: Dennis, Man Ray.

Squid Games: Gi-Hun, Sae-Byeok, Ali, Sang Woo.

Steven Universe: Garnet, Amethyst, Peridot, Lapis, Jasper, Blue Diamond, Rose, Greg.

Stardew Valley: All Adult Humans (Except George & Evelyn)

Stranger Things: Robin, Billy Eddie, Chrissy, Hopper.

Supernatural: Sam, Dean, Castiel.

Super Store: Amy, Jonah, Dina, Garrett, Cheyenne.

Tangled: Flynn, Rapunzel, Mother Gothell.

The Batman (2022): Batman, Riddler.

The Breakfast Club: John Bender, Allison Reynolds.

The Nanny: C.C, Fran, Maxwell.

Total Drama Island: S1 Contestants, Chris, Chef, Blainley.

Triple Frontier: Frankie, Santiago.

Turning Red: Ming Lee, Jin Lee.

Twilight: Edward, Carlisle, Alice, Charlie.

WWE: Rhea Ripley, Roman Reigns.

YOU: Beck, Joe, Peach, Love.

Young Sheldon: Mary, Connie.

Abel Morales (A Most Violent Year)

Astarion (Baulder’s Gate 3)

Babbo Natale (Violent Night)

Barbie (Barbie 2023)

Basil Stitt (Lightning Face)

Beverly Goldberg (The Goldbergs)

Bruce (Beyond Therapy)

Charles Ingalls (Little House on the Praire)

Charlie Dompler (Smiling Friends)

Chel (Road to El Dorado)

Dale Kobble (Longlegs)

Dan Conner (Rosanne)

David Levinson (Independence Day)

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Doug Remer (Baseketball)

Duke Leto Atreides (Dune)

Fezzik (Princess Bride)

Francine (American Dad)

Fujimoto (Ponyo)

Georgia Miller (Ginny & Georgia)

Jack Harrison (Translyvania 6-5000)

Jackson Rippner (Red Eye)

Jon Arbuckle (Garfield 2024)

John Doe (John Doe Game)

Jonathan Levy (Scenes from a Marriage)

John Wick (John Wick 4)

King Baldwin (Kingdom of Heaven)

Kitten (Breakfast on Pluto)

Laurent LeClaire (In Secret)

Linda Gunderson (Rio)

Llewyn Davis (Inside Lleywn Davis)

Master Chief (Halo)

Mike (5lbs of Pressure)

Moe Doodle (Doodle Bops)

Nani Palekai (Lilo & Stitch)

Nathan Bateman (Ex Machina)

Outcome-3 (The Bourne Legacy)

Orestes (Agora)

Paul Blart (Paul Blart: Mall Cop)

Paul Cable (Last Stand at Saber River)

Peggy Bundy (Married With Children)

Peter Mitchell (3 Men & A Baby)

Poe Dameron (Star Wars)

Prince John (Robin Hood 2010)

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd (Top Gun: Maverick)

Rose Tyler (Doctor Who)

Shiv (Pu-239)

Stanley Ipkiss (The Mask)

Star-Lord (Gaurdians of the Galaxy)

Tate Langdon (AHS: Murder House)

The Janitor (Willy’s Wonderland)

Thomas Magnum (Magnum, P.I 1980)

William Tell (The Card Counter)

[raatart]

a complete boycott list in alphabetical order

a complete list of companies / brands / franchises to boycott in support of palestine that i have been working on putting together for a while now.

remember to support your local businesses

stand with palestine against genocide

(Food & Beverages)

A

Activia

Acqua Panna

Akmina

Absolute Vodka

Algida

A&W

Aquafina

Alpro

Actimel

B

Burger King

Baskin Robbins

Ben & Jerry's

Bugles

Betty Crocker

Badoit

Becel

C

Coca Cola

Costa Coffee

Cadbury

Cheerios

Cheetos

Campbells

Calve

Cappy

Chiquita

D

Dominos

Dasani

Dunkin' Donuts

Doritos

Dr Pepper

Danone

Dolcela

Damla

Dogadan

E

Evian

Eden

F

Fanta

Frito-lay

Fruit by the Foot Roll Ups

Falim

Fresca

G

Gatorade

Greggs

H

Hardees

Haagen Dazs

Heinz Ketchup

Hershey's

Hard Rock Cafe

Heinz

I

Innocent

Israeli Fruits & Vegetables

J

Jacob's

Jaffa

K

KitKat

KFC

Kbueno

Kraft Mac & Cheese

Kellogg's

Kraft

L

Lipton

Lays

M

McDonald's

Mars

Marks & Spencers

Maggi

Marila

Monster

Mountain Dew

Mehadrin

Minute Maid

Milk Bar

M&M's

Magnum Ice Cream

Milka Chocolates

N

Nestle

Nestle Cereals

Nescafe

Nesquik

Nespresso

Nido

Nutella

Nature Valley

Nestle Milo

Nestle Carnation

Nestle Coffee Mate

Nestle Nestum

Nimbooz

Nestea

O

Orea

Original Shredded Wheat

P

Papa John's

Pepsi

Pringles

Pizza Hut

Perrier

Pillsbury

Popeyes

Pretty a Manager

Pure Life

Powerade

Popup Bagels

Q

Quality Street

Quaker

R

Redbull

Ruffles

S

Starbucks

Subway

Smartwater

Sweetgreen

Snickers

Sprite

Sabra

Sunkist

Strauss

Smarties

S.pellegrino

Schweppes

Sana

Sirma

Sara Lee

T

Toblerone

Tang

Twix

Tesco

Tropicana

U

V

Vittle

Volvic

W

Wall's

Walmart

Walkers

Wrigley's

X

Y

Z

7Up

(Clothing)

A

America Eagle

Adidas

Alo

Adina Eden Jewelry

B

C

Converse

Calvin Klein

Cat

Castro

D

Drew

Diesel

E

F

G

Good American

GAP

H

H&M

I

J

K

Kamili

L

Levi's

Lumberjack

M

Mango

N

Nike

O

Oasis

P

Puma

Q

R

River Island

S

Skims

Skinny Dip

St. Mark

Style Nadia

T

Timberland

U

V

Victoria's Secret

Vakko

W

We Wore That

Wyeth

X

Y

Z

Zara

(Beauty)

A

Aveda

Amika

Avon

Aussie

Aveeno

Always

Aesop

Ahava

B

Bobbi Brown

Blistex

Bath & Body Works

Britney Spears Fragrance

Becca

Biotherm

Beauty Blender

C

Clinique

Covergirl

Colgate

Calgon

Camay

CeraVe

Christina Aguilera Perfumes

Clean & Clear

Crest

CND

Cacharel

D

Dr. Jart+

Dove

Dettol

Darphin Paris

Dark & Lovely

E

Essie

Elidor

F

Fenty Beauty

Fair & Lovely

G

Garnier

Gillette

Glam Glow

H

Honest Beauty

Haci Sakir

Herbal Essences

Head & Shoulders

Hugo Boss

I

J

Jo Malone

Johnson & Johnsom

K

Kerastase

Kiehl's

Kylie Cosmetics

Kylie Skin

Kotex

L

L'Oreal

Lacome

La Roche-Posey

Lifebuoy

Lux

Lubiderm

M

Maybelline

MAC

Moroccan Oil

Maui

Matrix

Max Factor

N

Nyx

Neutrogena

Nivea

Nature's Beauty

Niely

O

Olay

Origins

Orkid

Oral-B

Oax

P

Pepsodent

Pantene

Q

R

Revlon

Rimmel

Rexona

Rhode

S

Summer Fridays

Schick

Smashbox

Sephora

Sensodyne

Skinceuticals

Skin Better Science

T

The Body Shop

Too Faced Cosmetics

The Ordinary

Tom Ford Beauty

Tampax

Takami

U

Urban Decay

Ulta Beauty

V

Vichy

Vaseline

Veet

W

X

Y

Yes to

Yuesai

Z

(Luxury)

A

B

C

Chanel

D

E

Estee Lauder

F

G

Georgio Armani

H

I

J

K

L

LVMH

Louis Vuitton

La Mer

Lavs

Le Labo

M

Mugler

Maison Margiela

N

O

P

Prada

Q

R

Raplh Lauren

S

T

Tiffany & Co.

Tom Ford

Tommy Hilfiger

U

V

Valentino

W

X

Y

Yves Saint Laurent

Z

(Tech & Entertainment)

A

Aol

Amazon

AirBnB

Apple

B

BBC

Buxton

Barbie

Booking.com

C

CNN

D

Disney+

Dell

E

Energizer

F

Ford

Fiverr

G

Galaxy

H

HP

Hyundai

Hulu

I

IBM

Intel

J

K

L

Lego

M

Motorola

Movenpick

Mattel

Microsoft

N

National Geographic

Nokia

Netflix

O

Oracle

Oxi

P

Philips

Q

R

Rolls Royce

S

Siemens

Sodastream

T

Toys R Us

U

V

Volvo

Valvoline

W

Wix

X

Y

Z

(Other)

A

Axa

Ariel

Aero

Ambi Pur

Airwick

Aroma

AVC

Amway

Ace Hardware

Andrex

American Express

B

Bounty

Black & Decker

Bonux

Bref

Braun

Benadryl

Band-aid

Barclays

Blue Cross Blue Shield

Better Help

C

Caltex

Chevron

Culligan

Citi Bank

Chicco

Cravola

Clearblue

Capital One

D

Dash

Drynites

Dosmestos

Doona

E

Expedia

F

Finish

Febreeze

Fixodent

Fairy

G

Goop

Gerber

Gys

H

HSBC

Huggies

Hayat

I

Imodium

J

JCB

K

Kimberly-Clark

Kleenex

L

Lion

Little Swimmers

Lenor

M

Mr Muscle

Minidou

Monsanto

N

Nicorette

O

Omo

P

Pampers

Purina Felix

Payoneer

Palmolive

Protex

Pull-ups

P&G

Prima

Pril

Paramount Pictures

Q

R

Rejoice

Rinso

Rogaine

S

Signal

Sensus

Sudafed

T

Tide

U

Unilever

Us Cellular

V

Vim

Vanish

Vicks

W

X

Y

Yumus

Z

(Places)

A

B

C

D

Disney

E

F

G

H

I

J

K

L

M

N

O

P

Q

R

S

T

U

V

W

X

Y

Z

(People)

A

Ashley Tisdale

Amy Schumer

Andy Beshear

B

Bono

Ben Savage

Bella Thorne

Beyonce

C

Chris Evans

Claire Holt

Ciara

Chris Rock

Chris Pine

D

Demi Lovato

Dwayne Johnson

DJ Khaled

E

Eva Longoria

F

G

Gal Gadot

H

I

Ian Somerhalder

J

Jamie Lee Curtis

James Maslow

Justin Bieber

Jennifer Aniston

Jaclyn Hill

Jack Harlow

Jordan Peele

Joseph Quinn

Jack Black

K

Kylie Jenner

Kim Kardashian

Kris Jenner

Kerry Washington

Katie Perry

Karlie Kloss

Khloe Kardashian

Kat Graham

Kendall Jenner

Kourtney Kardashian

L

Lebron James

Lana Condor

Lana Del Rey

M

Millie Bobby Brown

Malala

Mindy Kaling

Mark Hamill

Madonna

N

NFL

Nina Dobrev

Natalie Portman

Nabela

Nicole Richie

Noah Schnapp

O

Octovia Spencer

P

Perez Hilton

Paul Wesley

Phoebe Tonkin

Pia Mia

P!nk

Q

R

Ronaldinho

Rihanna

S

Sofia Richie

Shaquir O'neal

Selena Gomez

T

Tara Strong

Taika Waititi

Taylor Swift

Tyler Perry

U

Usher

U2

V

Vanessa Hudgens

Viola Davis

W

X

Y

Z

[firsttimewriter92]

To be injured

Captain John Price x f!reader Part 1/5

Summary: Your handsome neighbour is back and you decide to do something nice for him. This gesture ends up with you actually patching him up and him, involuntarily, opening up old wounds. But both of you are determined to explore the way you feel for each other.

Warnings: patching up wounds, angst, hurt/comfort, intimacy problems, hints of past sexual trauma, toxic ex (please, please don´t read it if these trigger you, I mean it), touch starved reader, fluff, hints of sexual innuendos, fluffy ending

Part two is out: To be healed, check it out ;)

Wordcount: 4.599

„Come on, come on…“ you mumbled while fishing for your keys. You tried to balance the heavy bag of groceries on one knee, failing, stumbling, cursing and trying yet again. “Aha!” you exclaimed victoriously as you finally got hold of your keychain and opened your apartment door with a huge grin. It´s the little achievements. Especially after a very tiring day at your work. You were looking forward to a nice evening, cooking your favourite pasta dish, drinking wine and playing video games. Heavily you set down the groceries onto your kitchen island and began storing everything away. While your JBL Box played Nick Lowe´s The Beast in Me, you took a refreshing shower. Clad in an impossibly fluffy dark green bathrobe and your wet hair plastered around your face you started to prepare dinner. You got the sauce going and while it was happily simmering away you started up your gaming console.

Suddenly, you heard a loud bang right outside your front door and some muffled cursing. Your heart picked up quickly. But not out of fear. You knew who that was. The deep dark timber of his voice even recognisable through the door. He was back! John Price. You had met him several times since you moved into your new home nearly a year ago. He was a quiet neighbour. Maybe because he was away for work most of the time. You didn´t exactly know what he did, you never asked. But he always came back exhausted, battered and bruised. You had your suspicions of what his occupation might be. If you were right however, you´d do well not to ask too many questions. The two of you had shared some nice conversations across the hall or at the laundromat. Every time, one or both of you were quite reluctant to get back into your respective apartments. At least you were reluctant every time.

John Price was devastatingly handsome. Given, you had never met a man with a beard like his and you found it a little old fashioned but it didn´t take away from the deep cerulean swirl of his eyes, his beautiful lips or sinful voice. Yea, you had it bad for him. It didn´t hurt either that he was build like your filthiest dreams come true. Broad shoulders, his arms defined and strong. A light dusting of hair on his forearms. You were still mentally drooling thinking about his meaty thighs and his narrow waist. More than once you wondered in the late ours of the night how it would feel to wrap your legs around it. Shaking your head to try and keep your mind from going places, you huffed a laugh at yourself and checked on your food.

You knew what you wanted to do. Every time John came back home, he was only in his apartment for maybe an hour before leaving to go get groceries. The man deserved a nice cooked meal when he came home from wherever. You cooked your pasta and put together a portion with sauce and some parmigiano riggiano on the side. With your container in hand, you grabbed your keys and opened your apartment door. Your stomach doing somersaults you crossed the hallway and knocked on John´s door. You heard something moving behind the door and then silence. You almost thought he wouldn´t open the door but then the lock clicked and it swung open. There he stood and your heart sank uncomfortably. Battered and bruised again, worse than you had seen yet. He wore a black T-shirt that hugged his bulging form perfectly but also reveiled his arms. Several bandaged cuts and scrapes adorned them. He looked a little guiltily at you when you let out a small startled breath.

“John” you began, looking him in the eyes. “You´re back” you whispered. He smiled. Small and kindly at you and nodded. “Good evening,___” he said calmly. “I was making dinner and thought you might…you´ve been gone for a while so I thought….you´re hurt!” He chuckled a little at your stammering and leaned his shoulder to the doorframe crossing his arms across his chest. “Just a few scrapes, nothin´ too bad” he said lowly. You nodded nervously and again let your eyes wonder across his body. This time though not to appreciate but because you worried.

Suddenly you remembered why you even came to his door. Blushing furiously you lifted the still warm container and said “Pasta. I made pasta and I thought you should have something to eat when you get home. The shops are closing soon.” He stood tall again and took the dish from you. His face showed slight bewilderment. His eyes were opened wider than normal and his eyebrows were slightly raised. “That´s awfully thoughtful of you,__. Thank you” he said almost in awe. Your heart sang and you had a silly little grin on your face. “No worries. Erm…enjoy” you said and were turning around. “___,” John said your name quickly. You turned again, seeing him looking almost nervous himself rubbing his neck with his free hand. “There´s…There´s one spot”, he gestured with his patched up arm. “I can´t reach it. It´s bleeding though. Would you mind terribly-“ “Absolutely not, I´ll help!” you quickly answered. He still looked a little uncomfortable but stepped aside.

You entered his apartment without a second thought. Only helping him, patching him up in mind. His apartment was clean and to your surprise and joy, stuffed with books. He had a huge bookcase adorning one complete wall top to bottom. Some of them were even stacked on the floor. It was cosy and warm.

You could already see medical supplies strewn across his coffee table, so you made your way over to the couch. When you turned around yet again to tell him to sit down, you saw he was already looking intently at you. It was like being trapped, but in a way you would gladly be trapped for ages. Time began to slow down, you heart thumping like thunder in your chest when he moved again. Slowly coming over to you, holding your eyes with his. He looked so gently at you it was hard to tell if he even felt the cuts on his skin. He placed the food on his respective kitchen island, took three long strides and came to a stop right in front of you.

He was taller than you, so when you leaned your head back to look at his face you could see his beard from up close. Some little streaks of grey were already visible but you couldn´t care less. It looked so soft. All you wanted was to feel it on the tips of your fingers, your lips…”It´s on my back” he whispered. You nodded your head. “Shirt” you barely squeaked out. The corners of his eyes crinkled when he stepped back a little and with a strained hiss lifted his shirt over his head. If you didn´t know that you were about to see his injury, your body would react differently. Even knowing that you were about to patch him up, denying that he was worth drooling over was futile. It was as you had imagined. A wide chest with strong pectorals, dark chest hair creeping down his muscles and disappearing into his sweatpants. You were surprised to see that he didn´t have the defined abbs you always envisioned. It was a softer version, perfectly accentuating his narrow waist. All too quickly you had to avert your eyes again as his shirt fell to the ground.

He looked at you a bit sheepishly and you smiled at him. He huffed a little embarrassed and turned around. “Holy fuck, John!” you exclaimed almost angrily. Your head and mind immediately sobered up from the heavy hue of attraction and pining. “Why are you not in hospital? That´s not a scratch, that´s a gash!” Right underneath his left shoulder blade was a deep cut. It wasn´t very big or long but it looked very painful. “No need for a hospital, love. I´ve been injured worse. Just use the…erm…the glue.” Not questioning him you nodded and got to work. You had no idea if what you were doing was right, but there were logical points to follow. So you did. He didn’t interrupt you, standing still like a statue even when you began to disinfect the wound. His freckled skin was soft and warm under your touch.

When you finished and  sealed the glued shut cut with a bandage, your hand hovered over it for a second longer. “All done” you said softly. He turned his head first, then his whole body. “Thank you, sweetheart” he rumbled. “No problem” you said and swished your hand in front of your face dismissively. “No, I mean it” he said with a stern and honest voice. He was standing in front of you and slowly lifted his hand taking yours in his. You felt the roughness of his fingers enveloping yours and a bolt of electricity ran through your arm. You had to close your eyes for just a second to gather your thoughts again. “Not everyone just patches up their neighbour without asking questions and even cooks them dinner. I´m a lucky man.” Damn him and his smile. You felt like any moment you would dissolve into a puddle. “Would you like to join me for dinner?” he asked hesitantly.

Suddenly you felt your stomach drop. He was still holding onto your hand but dropped it when he saw your hesitant face. “I…I should really go to bed….it´s late and you must be exhausted. I´ll get out of your hair.” He looked at you quizzically but nodded his head. Embarrassment filled your lungs when you made your way to your door, opened it and vanished into your own apartment.

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John just stared at your closed door with a feeling of nervousness and regret. You were an enigma to him and he was utterly drawn to you. Your sweet and caring nature, your bubbly personality such a stark contrast to what he was. It could never be, he knew that. And still, every now and again (recently more often then not) his nights were filled with the thought of you. And tonight there you went again. Completely making him act out of character, making him feel warm and welcome. You patched him up, for crying out loud and didn´t even ask questions. You cooked him dinner!

Ruffling his hair and pulling his hand over his face he turned and returned to his open living space. Heating up the pasta you made for him, he mused about what could have changed your demeanour so much. Did he make you uncomfortable by holding your hand? By all the gods, he wasn´t able to stop himself. He felt like he was about to lose his mind if he didn’t feel your skin on his again at that moment. Was it his dinner invitation? Probably. He couldn’t think of anything else. She had seen and tended to his injury without blinking an eye, so that wasn’t it either.

One bite into the pasta and his eyes rolled back while an appreciative moan left his lips. That must be the best thing he has ever eaten in the last couple of years. He felt his chest expand with warmth and gratitude and shortly after constrict with uncertainty. Practically inhaling your delicious pasta and getting ready for bed, he made a decision. Tomorrow he would bring back your container and try to find out what happened.

Whilst staring at the ceiling of his bedroom, he was more sure every second, that he wanted more of you. More of your time, more of your sweet smile, more of your touch. If he didn’t completely misread the situation, and he was pretty sure you were as infatuated as he was, he should at least try to make it right. Years in the military had not only taught him how to read people but also not to let go once he had a certain feeling about something. He sighed deeply and turned on his side. He knew he should stay away. Not get you involved. But the way his heart squeezed thinking about your expression when you left….No, he couldn’t let it go like that. He would talk to you in the morning.

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You stared at your reflection in the mirror, shaking your head and mentally cursing yourself. Your hand still tingled from his touch and you were sure, absolutely sure that you wanted him to be the one to help you. Cure you from overthinking his intentions, cure you from pining for his touch so badly you almost broke into tears when he held your hand. It was frustrating, so frustrating. You almost forgot what it felt like to be held, touched gently or even intimately without the other person waiting to state their want. Your past partner had the habit of only giving you the sort of affection you wanted when he either relented with an eyeroll or wanted something bigger from you. At the end it was so bad that he only touched you or became intimate with you when he had to excuse one of his many flaws. You caught him lying? He cried and hugged you tight to his chest. You mentioned you wanted to spend time together? He complained the whole evening about your choice of restaurant. He forgot about every plan you or he made, so you had to constantly run after him? He said sorry by giving you what he starved you of. Intimacy. Stability. Sex. The only thing that you thought was solid prove he still wanted you. In the end he even verbally spat in your face. Those were pity fucks,___! It´s so pathetic that you always throw yourself at me whenever I want you to. You can never say no, can you? What´s up with that?

Angry tears made their way down your face. It had been four years since then and you did the work. Did the healing. The tears were more directed at your anger. How did you let it come to this? When was the moment you decided that walking over you like this was alright? Although you since grew a stronger backbone and were doing really well for yourself (independence and all that good shit), you still caught yourself overthinking small gestures from men. Usually you ignored them but with him? With John, it was too important to ignore. You needed to work on that! You wanted his touch. You needed these thoughts redirected. With a determined feeling in your gut, you washed your face once again and got into bed. When you were comfortable and warm you yet again thought of his crinkling eyes, warm smile and gorgeous features. You felt the negativity leave your body and you really hoped that your awkward leaving wouldn’t stop him from talking to you tomorrow. You were determined to make things right. No longer would you let your former partners words determine whether you took your chance or not. He was worth it! You were sure of it. John was different. He was kind. You would talk to him in the morning.

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The next morning you felt more nervous than you had ever felt. Somehow you had to explain your exit last night without telling him too much about you past. Great. Coffee first. You sleepily made your way over to your kitchen and started the coffee machine. The calming sound of grinding beans filled your living space and you almost missed it. Three knocks on your door. Oh no, ohhhh no, you weren´t ready yet. And in your pyjamas still. If you didn´t open the door though he would surely see it as a rejection. He damn sure heard the coffee machine going. “One sec” you yelled towards the door while in a hurry trying to find something to wear over your tank top. Was that a chuckle outside your door? Hurriedly you pulled a beige, woollen sweater over your head and scrambled over to your door. Checking the state of your hair in the mirror in your small hallway you saw that, as usual, it was a mess. Sighing but giddy at the same time you opened the door. Crap, crap, crap, crap…..

The small grin he wore on his lips made your knees buckle. “Good morning” he drawled. Again he was wearing a black shirt that seemed way too tight, stretching over his arms and chest. His jeans however seemed comfortably loose although not being able to hide his massive thighs all that well. Swallowing you looked him in the eyes and tried a small smile. “Your pasta? Most delicious thing I´ve ever eaten” he said in an appreciative tone. You felt your cheeks burn like fire. “I´m really glad you liked it.” He nodded and held the clean container in front of him. “Just wanted to return that”, he said. Your throat constricted. Of course he was only here for that. He wasn´t interested in any explanation. You tried to look unaffected. “Yeah, right. Thanks” you said and took the container from him, looking anywhere but him. Suddenly, he took a deep breath. “I don´t know what happened yesterday but if I made you feel uncomfortable in any way, please let me apologise” he rushed out. Your head snapped up to look at him and the guilty look on his face made your stomach clench.

“Would you like to come in?” you asked, trying to sound not too timid. His eyes grew wide and unsure. “Only if you want me to.” You smiled wider now and stepped aside to let him in. This conversation needed to happen. Grow some balls,___. He came inside and looked around. “So Cosy” he said with a smirk. “I like the décor.” You giggled a little and got another mug from the cupboard. “Coffee?” you asked and swung the mug in front of you. “The moment you´ll ever hear me say no to coffee, you might as well shoot me.” His voice was playful now. Playful John Price, gods help me! It made you feel so at ease. Huffing a laugh you gestured for him to take a seat at your kitchen island and turned to make his coffee.

Smiling at your back he carefully sat down at one of the high chairs not being really sure if it would hold him well. Leaning onto the island he really tried hard not to let his eyes wander over your figure. To no avail as he realised. His eyes were already trained on your neck, your waist and hips. Trailing downwards he swallowed when his eyes stopped at the exact spot your thighs peeked from your sleep shorts. Damn, he was trying to find out what he did wrong, what spooked you so much last night and here he was, ogling again. When you turned around with a pleasant smile on your face his eyes immediately snapped to your face. Beautiful, he thought.

“I´m guessing black?” you said cheerfully. He laughed out loud. A joyous, boisterous sound that made your heart jump. “You would´ve guessed absolutely right, love. Am I that transparent?” His tone was friendly and an little teasing and goosebumps erupted on your skin as a result. Grinning, you pushed the mug towards him and took your own in hand. Taking a sip and watching him do the same, the low appreciative hum that came from his throat stirred something inside your belly. Something you had almost forgotten. The sheer pull and need to hear that again. Maybe invoked by something different than coffee. Your thighs for example…Jesus, get a grip! But you were already on cloud nine at this point. You felt elated by the fact that you could just be attracted to him. Not questioning his little flirtatious attempts and what he might try to get with them. You just…enjoyed him. And that alone made your confidence spark like fireworks.

“I´m sorry about me just bolting yesterday” you said while warming your hands on your mug. His eyes snapped up at you and he shook his head a little. “Let me explain, please” you said quickly and watched his response glide down his throat again while he sat up and nodded encouragingly.

You leaned against the island and took a deep breath. “It had nothing to do with you or your injury, I promise you.” He looked a little disbelieving but didn´t interrupt you. “I have…Sometimes I get really jumpy when someone…touches me.” He closed his eyes and made a small sound, like he was kicking himself. “I´m so, so sorry-“ he started. “Don’t, John. Please. It´s not your fault. I mean…you´re not the cause of it.” He looked at you curiously. “We all have our histories, John. Mine just happens to end up with me having trouble accepting fond gestures. Doesn´t mean I don´t want them. It´s contradicting, I know. And it pisses me off sometimes that my body reacts the way it does. That fondness and all that is so-“ “Overwhelming” he finished your sentence in a low voice but clear for you to hear. You nodded, wondering when he would get up and leave. When he would decide that it was too much of a hassle.

He was quiet for a long time but never broke eye contact with you. You didn´t feel uncomfortable by it. It was more like a quiet conversation. His eyes were warm and understanding. Trying to make you understand something you couldn´t quite grasp yet.

“I´m in the military. When I leave, it´s for missions. Any kind.” His answer was so pure, simple and honest, you simply nodded because it did explain what it needed to explain. But still he spoke again. “So when you say you are overwhelmed by fond touches, most of the time it´s the same for us. Just…we´re overwhelmed because the touches never come or we just have no time or sense to seek them out, not because we expect something bad to happen.” You looked at him with wide eyes. He actually tried and somehow succeeded to try and understand where you were coming from.

Your heart almost couldn’t take it and you felt the familiar sting behind your eyes. “I´m sorry you had to make those experiences. I won´t touch you again.” The shock that ran through your body was visible even to him. Your eyes went wide as he tried to find the correct words. “I mean unless-“

“Have you even listened to what I just said?” you said in a high pitched voice.

“Yes I did, so-“

“Then why would you say that?”

Suddenly he started grinning wide. Your whole body heated up by the mischievousness of it. He screamed trouble when he stood, forgoing his coffee and came around the island towards you. Your eyes betrayed you yet again, wandering along his body. The one he steered towards you slowly. Grin transforming into a kind smile he realised you weren’t backing away. He came to a stop in front of you and suddenly you got a whiff. Clean skin, spicy wood and something like moss penetrated your nose and you took an involuntary deep breath. You hoped to all the existing entities out there that that was what he smelled like all the time.

“___” your name fell from his lips so gently. You looked at him expectantly, hopeful. “___, do you want me to touch you?” You nodded instantly. A brilliant smile made it´s way onto his features. One you would kill to see every day. “If that´s okey with you” you whispered. “___, you have no idea. I was thinking about you for a long time. I´ll touch you if you want me to. We can move as slowly as you need to.”

The joy and gratitude you felt almost made you dizzy. With a hearty chuckle you lifted your hand and carefully touched his bearded cheek. He took a deep, deep breath through his nose and leaned in. His own hand came up to yours completely covering it, holding it to his face. “Hmm” he hummed. “Feels nice.” His eyes bore into yours again when you stepped even closer. “You want to touch me more?” you asked, hinting to his other hand just limb hanging by his side. He just raised one brow and squeezed the hand he was holding. “Careful, little one.” He rasped turning your bones to jelly. “The way I want to touch you, I feel like, needs a bit more trainin´.” You swallowed hard and felt the heat creep up your neck, covering your face. Giggling however you lifted your other hand stroking your fingertips over his surprisingly soft beard. Encouraged by your willingness to be close to him, he too lifted his remaining hand and placed it softly onto your back waiting for your reaction.

When all you did was smile at him and admiring the crinkles that formed around his eyes he slowly leaned forward. You never thought a man would be able to make you feel so at ease in his arms ever again but here he was. His forehead landed on yours gently and he breathed you in for a second. A brilliant smile made its way onto your face.

“There you are” he smiled just as brilliantly. “You truly are mesmerising, do you know that?” You closed your eyes and pressed yourself closer to him. His grip on you getting stronger. “How long ´till you´re called in again?” you asked, raking your fingers down his beard onto the back of his neck. “Don´t know” he said. “But we have time, little one.” He brushed his nose with yours and exhaled slowly. “Let me show you that I want nothing more than your touch and your consent. I´m willing to earn it. Will you let me?” A single tear left your eye which was immediately brushed away ever so softly by his lips. Your skin prickled and you nodded quickly. “Words, darlin´” he said. “Yes, John. I´ll let you.” Another brush of his nose against yours, you felt his pulse at the tip of your fingers quicken.

Lifting your chin a little bit, his lips carefully touched yours for a brief moment. Then for a second time with more pressure. By the time your brain stopped short circuiting, you were still standing in your kitchen, in the arms of a man that singlehandedly began to take your wall down brick by brick. Kissing him happily, being kissed carefully and honestly.

You knew the possibility that he had to leave again soon was hanging heavy in the air between you but for some reason you didn´t worry. One day after the other, one touch after the other you would learn about him. With him. And while he lovingly stroked his hand up and down your back, you decided that you wanted him more than anything else. Wanted to see what he had in store for you. And in return you would be there for him. A steadfast point in his life to return to. He broke the kiss with a small laugh, hugging you close. Your face pressed to his neck, his big arms enveloped you fully and lifted you shorty off the ground. And with his own adorable giggle in your ears you knew, letting this man into your apartment was the beginning of a new chapter. One you needed. One you wanted more than anything.

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Does this scream for a part 2 or not? Let me know ;) As always thanky ou very much for reading. Comments, reblogs and likes are of course appreciated.

[remusoldsuitcase]

Marauders playlists masterlist

hi, i have A LOT of playlists inspired by the marauders and i want to share them here :)

I shall divide them by theme

Marauders

Gryffindor party - marauders edition: this one is my baby, everything is pre summer 1978 (AKA last Hogwarts year for the boys (and gr8 for a 70´s party))

a Marauder playlist: songs that fit them

Characters

Remus

Sirius:

James:

Peter:

Marlene <3

Lily

Grant Chapman:

Relationships

Jegulus/StarChaser/James+Reggie - jegulus daily dosis

Sirius and Regulus as brothers not a ship - toujours pur

Wolfstar: we can divide them by feelings i guess

Angsty - mr. tell me a f***ing secret Happy - wolfstar but is actually happy Sad - remus thinking about sirius at 3AM; but is post-war 1993-1994 (or Prisoner of Azkaban) - wolfstar 1993

Moments

Post Halloween: :D yeah I... i can´t say that much about this one, pretty self explanatory - remus, something awful has happened

And that´s all, i´ll edit this post if i make more, bye

[multific]

Soap NSFW Alphabet

John “Soap” MacTavish x Reader

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Johnny's aftercare is just perfect, he gets all soft and gentle, kissing the bruises that are yet to form, kissing you, running his hands up your thighs and back, softly talking about how much he loves you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of their partner’s)

Ass. 

John would hardly be able to choose a part which is his favourite, he loves all of you, but he had a thing for your ass. And taking you from behind was something he absolutely adored.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

On your ass is one of his things, coating you in his cum is a proof of who you belong to.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

John likes roleplay.

And he has a hero kink.

If he can play with the thought that he is saving you and you call him your hero, he would get hard in an instant.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re 

doing?)

Before he joined the team, he had many lovers, not too many though. He would know what he's doing but he wouldn't call himself that experienced.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy style. From behind.

Taking you from behind so he can see your ass bounce as he pounds you or as you move back on him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Serious, always but he could be goofy if he wants to.

He prefers to be serious because he has so limited time with you, he doesn't want to waste any.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Dark hair for sure, but he always take the time to shave before he goes to see you. He does let it grow out during missions though.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Very intimate. 

Love-making is his speciality he would often say, and he does not lie.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Of course, it happens during lonely nights. 

He would touch himself imagining you are with him and doing it to him. He would be quiet, or as quiet as he can be.

One of the sexiest sights to see his pants by his ankle, his shirt rolled up as he bites down on the fabric while he fists his cock.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding.

Even if he has a condom on, the thought of filling you to the brim and watching it slowly ooze out of you is a sight to behold.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your shared bed.

Something extremely domestic about how he is so fixated on having you in bed. 

But he does like quickies though. He likes to bend you over the table or put you up on the countertop.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you wearing his shirt. But he does have a favourite dress of yours. A beautiful nice black short dress. 

But the domestic sight of you in the kitchen preparing food or just ironing his shirts can turn him on.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Hurting you in any form. One time you tried choking, and it left bruises. He hated the sight. So, while you liked when he was rough, he would never do things like choking after that day. He was too afraid he would lose control one day.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Of course, he loves to see you on your knees for him but he prefers to get lost in your cunt. He loves giving oral, making you feel amazing, and smelling your arousal.

He always eats you out before he fucks you. He's like a starved man.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Limited by the time and depending on his mood he changes the pace.

When he arrives home after a long mission, he is always slow and sensual, making sure you feel absolutely every snap of his hips.

But when he is about to leave, he is quick and a little rough. 

Fucking you into the mattress so you do not think of any other men ever.

Not like you would.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not too often but it does happen.

For him, quickies are mainly when he suddenly feels possessive or you just look way too good in his shirt one morning and he just has to have you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He would be open if you wanted to try something out, and he is not shy to bring in his own ideas. 

As long as you are both comfortable, he is down.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Many.

Too many. So many in fact he can still go after you black out. He could go for rounds and rounds not letting you catch a break.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or 

themselves?)

He is not big on toys.

He prefers to use his own cock instead of a dildo but he is not opposed to you having some. He understands you need them when he's not there to help. 

One thing he does like is the buttplugs. Seeing you have one in or even just the thought drives him wild.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn't like to tease or be teased.

But it does make things a lot more interesting whenever you are out and you or he start it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Lots and lots of grunts.

His voice in your ear, with that accent of his calling your name. He likes it when you are loud but he does make noise himself.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Johnny's extremely possessive.

He knows you'd never leave him, yet he still has a feeling in his stomach whenever you laugh at one of Ghost's terrible jokes.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Nice thick and long cock. 

Johnny knows he is big and he knows how to use his impressive member.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Given his line of work, he knows how to control himself. But it's hard when you are right there.

During those times he always has to touch you in some way.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He always waits for you to fall asleep on his chest first. He prefers to make sure you are warm and comfortable after sex.

But it does happen sometimes that he falls asleep first. During those times, you just watch him as he sleeps. 

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[thegreatnterrible]

Could you possibly write a fluff alphabet for doe?

John Doe’s fluff alphabet!

I was glad to write this one for my beloved Doe :)

♡ A — activities

He loves going on picnics with you. He finds something unreal exciting in nature around him, especially at night. You don't go for walks during the day; he doesn't really like the heat and the sun. Doe dreams of lying in the grass with you on a summer evening, watching the birds. Also, he just melts when you play with his hair, run your hands into it and scratch his scalp. At this moment, your entire wrist is deep in black curls.

Bonus: Doe plays with butterflies like a kitten every time he sees them. Watch your child carefully so that he does not swallow the butterfly (he always tries to).

But Doe is also a fan of staying home and cuddling in bed/on the couch all day. He will never get bored.

♡ B — beauty

He adores you all. Especially in his weird way when you're dirty and disheveled. Doe pays the most attention to your eyes. He does not understand human non-verbal communication or the meaning of gestures or movements, but he understands everything from your eyes.

Doe does not pay much attention to his appearance, but out of great love, he allows you to do so. He behaves like a good boy when once a month you persuade him to brush his hair. In return, he demands a sweet kiss, a chocolate medal (he likes to gnaw the foil) and cute hair clips.

♡ C — comfort

Will not leave you a single step when you’re upset. And it will take a couple of hours after you calm down to make sure that you are absolutely fine. Usually, his way of comforting you is a tight hug and a lying position. Also, be prepared for a billion questions, because he will not rest until he is sure that everything is fine.

"Are you okay? Is everything alright? Is this normal for humans? Yeah? Everything is good? Well. Are you telling the truth? Is everything DEFINITELY normal? You aren’t sad?"

♡ D — dreams

Doe has not yet integrated into society enough to get the concept of plans for the future. His plans are usually either very short-term, for example, he plans to look out the window tomorrow morning, or they are too delayed, like "we will be together all our lives, yes, for a hundred years together."

♡ E — equal

He is indeed more active in the relationship, but not dominant. For Doe, it is more convenient to rely on your rules in the relationship and trust your management. At the same time, he actively performs executive work.

♡ F — fight

Doe doesn't take offense for anything longer than three seconds. Also, he practically does not argue with you, he is too afraid to upset you.

The only thing that can make him angry and worried is when you deny your relationship or refuse him. But he will not argue, he firmly believes that things are as he sees them, and no other way.

♡ G — gratitude

Doe appreciates anything you do. And his reaction is always equally exaggerated, he squeals with joy when you simply kiss him on the cheek or take his hand.

♡ H — honesty

Doe doesn't fully understand what a secret is and why he has to hide something, so he usually says even more than you want to know.

♡ I — inspiration

Thanks to you, he learns to understand human habits and human norms. So you explained to him why stalking someone is not acceptable, why stabbing someone is dangerous, and now you are teaching him the alphabet and writing.

bonus headcanon: Doe is ambidextrous, able to write with both left and right hands.

♡ J — jealousy

Doe doesn't know what that feeling is, the closest he can describe it is "I get angry when someone is standing next to you." He would never suspect you of cheating, but he will always be jealous of other people who talk to you/touch you. Doe realizes that you have your own life and other people besides him and he doesn't really want to be the only person in your life and force you, but he definitely gets nervous when someone talks to you.

♡ K — kiss

Doe never kissed before he met you. He doesn't know any techniques, doesn't know where to put his hands or how to move his tongue. But he always kisses as if it is the last kiss in his life — and this passion of his really hits you to the core and makes your heart skip a beat. He's barely breathing, kissing on the last breath, his mouth is too hot, he's drooling too much and clinging to every part of the body within his reach.

Your first kiss was like two third graders who had just discovered what a kiss was and decided to give it a try.

Doe just leaned closer to you while you watched TV. And he froze. His eyes almost beg you to guess his intentions and take the first step. Yours and Doe's lips just touch for a couple of seconds, his lips are incredibly hot and dry for some reason.

♡ L — love confession

He never really stops confessing. Doe tells you that he loves you from the first day of acquaintance and does not stop for a day, declaring his love at suitable and not moments.

♡ M — marriage

Doe hardly understands what marriage is, but he definitely wants to marry you. He is the type of person who on the first day of a relationship has already chosen a beautiful white wedding dress.

♡ N — nicknames

Top choices are Love, Darling and Dear.

You also talked him out of the most disturbing names, such as: doll, cutie pie, cupcake, pumpkin and others.

After Doe watched romantic French films, the name "mon cher" appeared in the lexicon.

♡ O — on Cloud Nine

The fact that Doe fell in love is always obvious. Obvious to everyone, always and immediately. And you can't stop him. Especially to stop him from saying it every four seconds.

♡ P — PDA

Talking about your relationship is his favorite topic. Doe wears an "I love y/n" t-shirt and this is a fact that is 100% confirmed. Social norms are too complex and new for him to understand, and he always wants to kiss and touch you, so everything here will be at the choice of his partner. Doe respects any of your boundaries and wouldn't go for a kiss if you didn't want to.

But he absolutely cannot walk without holding your hand.

(or at least sticking his finger in the belt loop of your jeans)

♡ Q — quirk

You won't find anyone as interested in a relationship as Doe. Literally. He will do everything for you and thank you for giving him the opportunity to serve you.

♡ R — romance

Once he gave you a bouquet of flowers with the note "I know where you live" attached to it. I think this sentence says it all.

♡ S — support

Doe ignores the fact that you have a life apart from him, but he still sincerely wishes you success and supports you in everything, even if he does not understand why you need it.

He is not very happy that you work at a gas station, but on your lunch break he always comes here and brings you sandwiches (two pieces of bread on which he tried to draw hearts with red jam, or whatever substance it might be, you will never guess what ingredients Doe chose today)

♡ T — thrill

No, he will definitely not get bored in a relationship. Doe could do the same thing with you every day and he would never get bored.

But Doe quite likes it when you show him some common human things that he's never had. Going to an amusement park or going rollerblading gives him so many new emotions that he recovers after that for a couple of weeks. Thus, he had an existential crisis for a whole month after going to the cinema for the first time to see a 3D movie.

♡ U — understanding

Doe is not very empathetic toward other people. I think that society did not treat him very well, because to ordinary passersby he is just a weirdo and a creep. Therefore, he usually does not like strangers and would never worry about their problems.

But he is too sensitive about you. He worries about you, takes any problem seriously, and gets worried too much when you just cut your finger while turning the page of a book.

Also, Doe is addicted to knowing every little detail about you. As soon as he learned to write, he got himself a notebook to write down all the little things about you, but later it became unnecessary, he remembers everything anyway, so marking it down is unnecessary work.

♡ V — value

A relationship with you comes first. He doesn't have to work or even clean the room he lives in, so he has no other business than being your partner. He is not interested in anything in life other than this.

♡ W — wild card

Doe loves when you braid his hair and weave flowers into his curls. And he likes when you paint his nails black. Godheneedsomeonetotakecareofhim.

♡ X — xoxo

VERY affectionate. VERY.

He loves and needs it always and everywhere. Doe can't go walking without your hand in his, he can't sleep without you in bed, he isn't so happy to watch TV without you.

♡ Y — yearning

Doe begins to miss you in the fourth minute of your absence. For five minutes, he goes crazy without you. Ten minutes later, he puts up posters saying "MISSING. My partner. Have you seen this person? Identifying characteristics: the most beautiful creature in the world"

It was a big problem before you explained to him what a phone was. Doe is much more relaxed when he can call you at any minute, and he also likes to send you tons of messages. And, of course, he takes pictures of you all the time. He is proud to have an album with photos of you sleeping.

♡ Z — zeal

Doe does not think far ahead, but he has confidence that you will always be together.

And today, he always imagines how he will spend tomorrow with you.

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Thanks for reading! Open requests.

[astra-ravana]

Basic Numerology

Every letter of the alphabet holds a numerical weight. These numbers each vibrate with a different frequency and affect our energies and lives in different ways. The value of each letter is:

1: A, J, S

2: B, K, T

3: C, L, U

4: D, M, V

5: E, N, W

6: F, O, X

7: G, P, Y

8: H, Q, Z

9: I, R

Each person has their own set of numerical frequencies which influence our lives in various ways. The most significant influences are as follows:

Life Path Number-

Arguably the most important numbers in your personal numerology. Represents one's path in life, their greatest lessons, and their greatest areas for opportunity and growth. This number is calculated using only your date of birth.

Example: A birthday of January 1st, 1999 would equate to: 01/01/1999= 0+1+0+1+1+9+9+9=30 =3+0=3. So the life path number is 3.

Note: Never reduce the numbers 11, 22, or 33. These are master numbers.

Soul Number-

Your soul number reflects your innermost thoughts, habits, and instinctual reactions. It is also representative of your talents, innermost desires, and the subconscious. Similar to the Moon placement of astrology. To calculate your soul number add together the values of all the vowels in your full birth name.

Example: Ann Marie Smith, vowels and values are- A(1), A(1), I(9), E(5), I(9), so 1+1+9+5+9=25=2+5=7. The soul number is 7.

Personality Number-

The personality number is like your book's cover or mask and reveals insights into your social persona and how we present ourselves to others. It can be calculated by adding together the value of all the consonants in your full birth name.

Example: John Allen Dover, consonants and values are- J(1), H(8), N(5), L (3), L(3), N(5), D(4), V(4), R(9), so 1+8+5+3+3+5+4+4+9=42=4+2=6. In this case the personality number is a 6.

Destiny Number-

Destiny numbers can help reveal our life's purpose, our reason to keep going, even our greatest goals and desires. To calculate this valuable number, add the values of all the letters in your full birth name.

Example: Tasha Lynn Cole, values of letters are- T(2), A(1), S(1), H(8), A(1), L(3), Y(7), N(5), N(5), C(3), O(6), L(3), E(5), which becomes 2+1+1+8+1+3+7+5+5+3+6+3+5=50=5+0=5. So this destiny number is 5.

Name Numbers-

You can also calculate the numerological value of your preferred name, nickname, witch name, alias, etc. This will reveal the hidden power behind the chosen name as well as that aspect of yourself.

Example: Astra Ravana, values of the letters are- A(1), S(1), T(2), R(9), A(1), R(9), A(1), V(4), A(1), N(5), A(1), this becomes 1+1+2+9+1+9+1+4+1+5+1=35=3+5=8. So the name's number is 8.

Number Meanings

1

Element: Fire

Planet: Mercury/Sun

Color: Orange/black

Positive Traits: Leadership, intelligence, courage, creative, positive, independent, focused, drive, confidence

Negative Traits: Stubborn, selfish, tactless, egotistical

Keywords: New beginnings, innovation, manifestation

2

Element: Water

Planet: Moon

Color: Green/pink

Positive Traits: Patient, tolerant, agreeable, diplomatic, charming, supportive, nurturing

Negative Traits: Shy, unmotivated, oversensitive

Keywords: Trust, harmony, partnership, balance

3

Element: Fire

Planet: Mars/Jupiter/Mercury

Color: Red

Positive Traits: Popular, friendly, passionate, artistic, versatile, strong, hardworker

Negative Traits: Self centered, critical, vain

Keywords: Abundance, adventure, raising consciousness level

4

Element: Earth

Planet: Mercury/Uranus

Color: Blue/magenta

Positive Traits: Proud, reliable, dedicated, loyal, patient, down-to-earth

Negative Traits: Stubborn, jealous, stingy, extremists, disruptive

Keywords: Trust, inner wisdom, practicality, guardians, stability

5

Element: Air

Planet: Jupiter/Mercury

Color: Yellow

Positive Traits: Adventurous, dramatic, passionate, free-thinking, intelligent, humorous

Negative Traits: Unreliable, greedy, envious

Keywords: Change, life lessons, adaptability, resourcefulness

6

Element: Earth

Planet: Venus

Color: Grey/light blue

Positive Traits: Peacemaker, charming, artistic, loyal, intelligent, kind

Negative Traits: Selfish, picky, nagging, brooding

Keywords: Love, home, family, temperance, balance, equalibrium

7

Element: Water

Planet: Saturn/Neptune

Color: White/silver

Positive Traits: Mystical, thoughtful, intuitive, quiet, analytical, spiritual, philosophical

Negative Traits: Shy, moody, critical

Keywords: Psychic abilities, introspection, learning, spiritual awakening

8

Element: Earth

Planet: Uranus/Saturn

Color: Teal

Positive Traits: Power and fortune, wise, charitable, brave, confident, successful

Negative Traits: Egotistical, materialistic, depressed

Keywords: Struggle/delay, research, wealth, infinite possibilities

9

Element: Fire

Planet: Mars/Pluto

Color: Purple

Positive Traits: Pioneering, adventurous, inspirational, curious, emotionally intelligent,  heroic

Negative Traits: Unconcerned, lost in thought, self-pittying, guarded

Keywords: Courage, energy, major events, conclusions, prosperity, rewards

Master Numbers

Less is known in regard to the (sometimes controversial) master numbers, but the following information is what is generally agreed upon.

11

Positive Traits: Psychic, intuitive, visionary, deep thinker, powerful, influential a

Negative Traits: Perfectionist, impatient, reactive

Keywords: Gifts, answered prayers, wishes, good luck, aligned karma, synchronicities, serendipity, enlightenment, validation of beliefs

22

Positive Traits: Master manifester, lucky, practical, creative, innovative, talented, dynamic, successful

Negative Traits: Materialistic, workaholic, stubborn

Keywords: Ideas, creative vision, new projects, home/where you belong, influential conversation, growth, good choices, manifestation

33

Positive Traits: Compassionate, determined, courageous, altruistic, generous, wise, brilliant, kind

Negative Traits: Moody, picky, critical

Keywords: Deep spiritual knowledge, the occult, the beauty in life, self-love/care, perfection, peace, significant improvement, Spirit's support

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The Black & Blues: Musical Inpsiration

this is a little playlist I made of the kinds of music The Black & Blues would play! it's a mix of ska, punk, pop punk, and more! just imagine all of these songs played as ska covers and you'll get the gist of what their music is like. :)

this is a living playlist so music is being added all the time! this is the tracklist at the date of this posting. please accept this as my apology for forgetting to update yesterday. ;-;

bomb the music industry! - side projects are never successful // css - music is my hot, hot sex // trashbag ponchos - you never asked for this // the orion experience, orion, linka xo - the cult of dionysus // dog park dissidents - s*xual // super cassette - be gay, do drugs, hail satan // against me! - i was a teenage anarchist // she/her/hers - kill the boy band // they might be giants - the communists have the music // cheekface - "listen to your heart." "no." // days n daze - my darling dopamine //

the format - tune out // world / inferno friendship society - only anarchists are pretty // big d and the kids table - doped up on dollies on a one way ticket to blood // the war lovers - steal shit from walmart // pansy division - i'm gonna be a slut // dog park dissidents - rev your motor // the interrupters - title holder // atom and his package - i am downright amazed at what i can destroy with just a hammer //defiance, ohio - i'm against the government //

five iron frenzy - get your riot gear // bis - kill yr boyfriend // fire ant season - steal from walmart // mischief brew - bury me in analog // worriers - yes all cops // bad moves - cool generator // le tigre - punker plus // green day - king for a day // troy's bucket - chad likes goth girls // riley! - fight milk! // rocket surgeons - whistle //

hummusvacuum - steal from corporations // ghost mice - free pizza for life // the garages - we'll suck forever // gender chores - night in the woods // afi - i wanna get a mohawk (but mom won't let me get one) // liam lynch - happy // the interrupters feat. rancid - got each other // good charlotte - waldorlfworldwide // the vandals - if the government could read my mind // they might be giants - damn good times // sam stone - call acab //

the northern boys - f the world // sesamoid - adventricular // john daues - piece of trash // liam lynch- united states of whatever // death - politicians in my eyes // spoonboy - stab yer dad // night gaunts - trippin' in the basement // splendora - you're standing on my neck // big d and the kids table - l.a.x // night gaunts - post party depression

escape from the zoo - learnin' curve // kitsch club - 12 foot home depot skeleton // confetti - right now // good charlotte - little things // the npcs - we're all dudes // doug & the beets - bangin' on a trash can

cut into smaller chunks to make the titles easier to read :)

listen here on spotify!

read it here on ao3!

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@drippingmoon @athenswrites @magic-is-something-we-create @idreamonpaper @winterandwords

@revenantlore @mr-orion

Black & Blues taglist: @lynnedwardswrites

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[strwbrrykss]

nsfw a-z | john b. routledge

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He definitely tries his best, but I think he'd be focused on sorting himself out first and it'd take a few times for him to realise that you need taking care of too; be it with a bottle of water and a damp cloth or a hot shower afterwards. He learns and he goes.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

I think he favours his hands a lot of the time; they fish, fix boats, are incredibly skilled at most of what he does. Bedroom activities are no exception. The sounds you make when his fingers push and curl inside you, when he's got you backed into some corner of the Chateau or tucked away at a party in the Boneyard.

He loves your thighs/legs and everything that comes with them; biting them, kissing the highest point between them and making himself comfortable between them to devour you.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

He's a nasty boy and definitely loves to leave his load on your stomach or in your mouth/across your face.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

John B has a stash of all the panties he's stolen from you. He keeps them in a box under his bed and when he's horny enough, he takes a pair or two out at a time and jacks off to the soft material and patterns.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Not overly experienced but he does know his way around if you catch my drift. He can make you feel good in so many different ways and if you were more serious, he'd learn everything he could about you; your cues, preferences etc to be the best you've ever had

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

He strikes me as the type to like doggy style, or cowgirl, there's something that just feels so different compared to the likes of missionary etc

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Surprisingly, I think he's well-balanced. He can be serious and broody if he needs to be but I think if it's sleepy morning sex or a cheeky hookup at a party/in the shower/etc he leans more towards being soft and tender

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He doesn't go the whole nine yards but he does make an effort to keep everything neat and clean, for your benefit and his

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

Oh he can be such a romantic when the time calls for it and he goes all out to try and woo you as best as he can. He's all for any kind of physical intimacy during sex; holding hands, praise and affirmations, etc everything he can think of to make the experience even more romantic and intimate. Definitely also breaks out a stash of candles every now and again.

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

He won't turn down the opportunity to get himself off if you're not around to help. Shamelessly, almost. Though he doesn't mind getting off by himself, he does 100% prefer having you there if he can

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

I think he'd be into bondage; he'd love nothing more than to be tied up and completely at your mercy whilst you used him for your own pleasure, but if you were willing, he'd definitely want to have you tied up too, even just the once to see how crazy he could drive you without your ability to touch him

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

The Chateau is his number one favourite place but honestly, anywhere you're willing to sneak off with him gets added to the list haha

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Watching you surf, seeing you tie your hair up if its long enough, honestly just watching you in your natural environment, having a good time is reason enough to pop a stiffy he's just so head over heels for you

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Not into CNC. For him, everything has to be black and white when it comes to consent. Either you're up for it, or your not and the grey area of CNC is too much for him to try and navigate. You might have tried it once, but he was so worried about you not being able to actually tap out that he couldn't go through with it

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He LOVES getting head. He'd do anything for the sight of you on your knees between his legs, making an absolute mess on his dick

But that's not to say he won't willingly return the favour and enjoy it

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Normally I think he's fast-paced but not necessarily rough, though he can get carried away and will manhandle you more than he normally would. He just wants to have his way with you as much as possible and leave you a shaking, whining mess

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

as previously mentioned I think he'd be game - especially when the opportunity presents itself and you're making eyes at him ;)

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Would probably be open to trying something if you were into it, though I think he's a little more reserved in revealing what he wants to try

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Two or maybe three at most before he's unable to give you anymore and normally that has you tired and satisfied for the rest of the night

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

I think he'd be really interested actually in seeing the way you get yourself off when he's not around, the different patterns/speeds and how you use it to make your legs shake - and he probably tugs one out whilst watching you

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

He can dish it out but he can't take it. The moment you start giving it back to him he's a needy mess and he can't try hard enough to get you away behind a closed door or shady space away from company

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's loud. Shamelessly. There's no way he can dampen the noises you're pulling from him when it feels so fucking good that sometimes you have to gag him to stop someone from catching you both

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

Strikes me as the type to have an oral fixation and will always settle down when he's got your fingers to suck on whilst your riding him or giving him head

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

A grower, not a show-er but he does know how to use it ;)

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Almost constant I think lmao

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Like I said earlier, he normally taps out after 2-3 rounds if he's been the one railing you into the mattress and is asleep after about 5-10 minutes. But if you've been on top for most of the night, he could maybe push 4 rounds but then is almost immediately asleep the moment you climb off of him, exhausted

[thoughtsandbones]

Our fellow hidden humorous

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!MedicDoc (codename: Blue)

WARNINGS: Mention of alcohol, mental health/self harm scars, fluff, just getting the POV of our friendly neighbourhood masked menace.

(shall we speed up with the fluff? 💀💙)

Song inspo: Goodbye Yellow Brick Road - Elton John and

Word count: 5.1K

I grew up with the OG MW2 game, so there are some references to the old one, so kind of a mix of both the OG and the new timeline... (Also I'm ignoring the OG Shepherd betrayal and keeping in line the one with the new timeline..)

All rights reserved to the rightful owners of Call of Duty Modern Warfare.

spelling and some grammar mistakes as I am bad at times... :/

(FYI: bold sentences... that are like this... are supposed to describe redacted data/info to the plot... ;] .. )

Please do let me know how you all are finding this fanfic! :D

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4 and PART 5

Part 6

~A 141 pub outing~

This time last week you had set foot back on this base. 7 days. It has been 7 days and you were slowly making yourself blend back into the military regime.

You feel the joy of routine that was brought with the army. Getting up early, exercise, join in on the occasional drill, practise shooting and then the rest of the day in the infirmary as the 141's in house doctor and as a liaison doctor with the Royal Medical Corps on base. The previous experience you had with the 141 had made you a valued asset again for the team.

The infirmary no longer barren but upon near completion. Semi-operational you had started to compose a list of tasks that needed to completed. Both in your head and in your black journal that had been a staple in your medical career. Tasks written down on each page, occupying each of the minutes that passed each day. 20 minute run. Surgery for 3 hours. Rotations that needed to done. Focusing on the task at hand.

It was exactly 17:05pm today. Thursday. This exact time last week you landed here at base. Your new place of rest. The next chapter of your life.

You now realise how tense you were last week. The first few days you scrunched your shoulders. Contracting the muscles in your back, on edge and rigid. No longer feeling rigid, but you remain stoic and composed.

Soap invited you out this evening to the local pub that the team frequented. You vaguely remember it. It had been a long time, and honestly you were not that much of drinker back then.

Exercise had helped ease the tension. Drills had helped you ease the looming anxiety by focusing. Sinking into the moment.

Price, Soap and even Ghost had been impressed by your eagerness to attend these drills and practise shootings.

"Shame you can't come with us on missions and patch us up there and then." Soap had said after you unloaded your last mag on the L96 sniper rifle and were placing the rifle back in its storage.

You smirked and shook your head.

A deep grunt came from Ghost next to him as he placed his weapons away.

"Come to the Anchor this evening" Soap had suggested as the three of you left the shooting range.

You mulled over the thought a feeble "hmmm" comes out of you

"Lt is coming, Gaz is back today and Price will be there too" Soap continues, adamant in his attempt to join them

You look up over to Ghost, who was a few paces behind you, who was looking at you. You could feel his eyes drilling at the back of your skull. You then turned back to Soap

"Maybe, need a few things to finish up in the infirmary" You say finally

"Lassie you work too hard" Soap says trying swat you. You dodge his attempt and give a small laugh.

Ghost watched on as he saw Soap talk to you. How could he talk to you with such ease was beyond him. The past week he could not keep himself from looking at you whenever you entered the mess hall, passed each other in the hall; you'd always give a smile, not the one he remembered, not the one the one that brightened your eyes and made them crinkle in the corner, but a small one that only used the left corner of your lips, and was quick, as if your lacked the energy to smile properly.

He still hadn't told you who is really was. That the man walking behind you, under the mask was Simon. Simon Riley. But now he was no longer the Simon who was a sergeant under The Captain, not the same Simon you knew. Not the one who you used to tease along with the other four cadets. He was now just Ghost.

The three of you headed back to your rooms, crossing the near empty tarmac of base. The sun setting low in the horizon. Ghost watched as you turned your head to the sunset, he could see the side of your face, a smile creeping across your lips as you gaze at the sun, the rays making your brown skin more radiant.

On the way to your room, situated just two doors down from the infirmary you turn to both Ghost and Soap

"I'll see you guys down at the Archer then" you finally give Soap his much awaited answer as you unlock the door to your room.

Soap turns towards you "Aye lassie knew you'd come" he glees

"See ya later" Ghost says to you, you turn to him and smile nod your head to him and then close the door to your room.

Collapsing on your bed. Briefly recharging your social battery for this evening. You convince yourself that this evening will help you bond with the team and gain their trust.

"A hot shower seems perfect right now" You say to yourself

Price and Soap seem to have taken you in warmly. Yet Ghost... You couldn't shake the nagging feeling that he did not like you...

Later on that evening

It was 20:30pm, you walked down to the pub, hands in the pockets of your leather jacket. A quick google map search showed it was only 10 minutes away outside base.

Your hair was wavy as a result of the braids you put in earlier during the practice shooting session, letting your hair loose this evening. Wearing black skinny jeans and a baggier grey t-shirt covered by a leather jacket. Opting for your trainers this evening.

Once you were near the pub you spot Price, taking a drag of a cigar, and Ghost outside, next to the other smokers as they both conversed with one another.

One stark difference you notice is that Ghost had swapped his hard skull mask for a black balaclava that had a skull print in white on it. He had the hood of his hoodie up. You notice the black paint wearing off around his eyes.

"Evening" you say to them as you approach the both of them

"Hari! Price exclaims before taking another drag of his cigar

You look over to Ghost who gives you a nod hello. Nodding back and giving him a smile, noticing in the street lights above that his eyes. They were blue, surrounded by long blonde eyelashes. Your eyes drew into his like a magnet.

"Soap and Gaz are inside, we'll join you in a bit" Price said, continuing to take a drag.

You nod at him and walk through the door. You see Soap and Gaz in the corner. Walking over to them, they both look up at you, Soap starts grinning

"Alrigh' lassie?" Soap says

"All good, yourself" You reply back smiling as you sit down, Gaz gives you a nod whilst he took a sip of his pint

"Good" Soap responds.

You hold out your hand towards Gaz "Nice to meet you sir, I'm Hari" you say

Gaz nearly chokes on his drink when you call him sir

"Please, call me Gaz, sir is reserved for Price" he says laughing "Nice to meet you Doc"

You smile at him

"Let me get yer a drink Hari? Wine?" Soap presumes

"No thank you, I'm not drinking alcohol this evening, I'm assisting in a surgery tomorrow with the RMC" You reply

Price and Ghost came back inside, Price sitting next to you and Ghost opposite of you, you smile at the both of them.

"Surely you can have one glass of wine? I'll get you one!" Soap says placing his hands on his thighs ready to get up.

"Bold of you to assume I like wine" You quipped at Soap and give him a playful smirk.

Price and Gaz laugh, Soap gaped at you and Ghost smirked under his mask.

"I'm going to grab a drink , anyone want anything?" You say as you get back up, hoping no one will follow you as you look around the four men.

"I'm alright thanks" Gaz says giving you a nod

"Got my pint, cheers Hari" Price says

"Nee' ter fini--s' this -brew" Soap says suppressing an upcoming burp tapping his pint.

"All good 'ere" Ghost says looking at you. You smile back at them and turn to walk to the bar. Ghost's gaze follows you, he noticed you rotate your right shoulder two times as you walked to the bar clenching and then unclenching your fist.

"New doc seems nice" Gaz said as he surveyed you, taking a sip from his pint.

"Aye, lassie is a nice one, a wee bit puzzlin' though" Soap says

"How so?" Gaz asks, confusion taking ahold of his face looking at Soap and then Price

Soap drops his head and brings his hand up to cover his mouth and ~quietly~ burps.

"Soap relax, she is just settling back into military life, and has done extremely well over the past week" Price said, his face brightening. "Infirmary looks amazing, and she's joining in on drills and practice sessions." He adds.

"Wow, considering the shit state it was before, hope it looks good" Gaz says.

"Does look really goo'" Soap says, his words slurring a bit. "Like a hospital" he adds.

Ghost kept his eye on Soap, and then looked down at the two other empty glasses besides his half-finished pint in his hand.

He's part pissed already Ghost thinks and reverts his eyes to you standing at the bar. Your brown hair loose and wavy cascading down your back. You shift between one leg and the other, left hand in your jacket pocket, your fingers on your right hand tapping against your thigh as you wait for the barman to finish serving a group of ladies on the left of you, several of whom kept glancing over to him.

You lift your right arm and flick the shorter strands of hair back and turn around to look behind you and you meet Ghost's gaze, and take a deep inhale through your nose and smile at him. Ghost diverts his gaze down to his drink and swirls the ice in his glass.

You turn back around facing the bar, no longer feeling Ghost's eyes drilling in your back.

"Sorry, I'll be with you in a few moments" the barman says towards

"No worries mate, take your time" you respond, giving him a weak smile.

Thinking back to his eyes. The wearing off the paint had shown his true eye colour. Blue. An enigmatic deep blue that left you bewildered and drew you in like a magnet, somehow, you don't know how, those eyes have looked at you before.

I wonder what kind of person he is you think to yourself. Who are you behind those blue eyes. What thoughts linger along the grey matter enclosed by your cranial bones.

Once you get your drink, pint of Coca Cola, with a lime wedge and ice, you head back over to the table where the rest of the team sat.

Ghost looks back up over to you and sees you looking right back, your drink in hand.

You keep your eyes locked on him as you make your way over to the table; continuing to think about the voice of his inner workings seeping through his spinal fluid

You grab a cardboard coaster that lay near Price, and place your drink on top.

"Wha-t'd yer ge'?" Soap asks, heavy Scottish accent looms

"Pint of coke" You say dryly, bringing up the cold glass up to your mouth and taking a sip, relishing in the sudden rush of the cold coke moistening your tongue that became dry.

"How was leave Gaz?" Price asked Gaz

"It was good, nice to relax a bit" He replied

"Do anything nice?" You ask him. Gaz looks at you and smiles,

"Saw few mates back home and played bit of football" He said

"Thin' we sho-ud' shots" Soap suggests out loud

You and Gaz look up to Soap, he was slightly swaying and wide eyed. Is he pissed? Thinking to yourself.

"Wouldn't mind one" Gaz said, giving Soap a pat with his right hand on his back.

"I'll have one too then Soap" Price says

A few moments later 5 shot glasses appeared on the table as Soap and Gaz place them in the centre of the table

Soap moves each of the shots in front of Gaz, Ghost, Price and you.

"Ah Soap" You say groaning, as he moves the shot towards you.

"C'mon Hari" Soap says noticing your grimaced face.

You take another sip of your coke and look at the shot in front of you. The unknown 25 mL colourless liquid.

Lifting up the shot to your nose, you instantly identify the liquid from the strong anise-flavoured smell. Sambuca.

"Nope" you say and slide the shot back into the middle of the table.

"C'mon" Soap said again

"I don't do sambuca, it's vile!" You explain, giving the shot a disgusted look and pushing it further away

"Okay then" Soap says huffing.

"Right lads" Price says picking up his shot, the other three follow his move "Welcome back to 141 Hari" Price resumed nodding to you as you meet his eyes.

You pick up your coke and join in the cheers, laughing slightly as the big glass towered over the shot glasses.

As you took a sip of your drink you noticed Ghost pull up his balaclava with his left hand whilst holding the shot in the other, and placed the edge of the shot in his mouth tilting his head back. This glance revealed his pale skin, dry lips that moistened with drops of sambuca, you noticed blonde stubble across his jaw. You diverted your eyes back down to your glass as he brought his mask and head down.

Ghost looks at you as you take another sip of your drink, you look back at him, locking him in with those glassy brown eyes, a few strands of your short hair fall, the ends touching the warm brown skin, near the edge of your cheek, he noticed they have pink hue. Another strand touched the corner of your lips, lips that were glossy and a slight pale red. His eyes spanned across those lips, noticing two very small brown moles, on the edge of the top lip on the left, and the other just above.

Soap and Gaz grimace after taking their shot, Gaz chases the shot down with a sip of his pint.

Feeling flushed all of a sudden, you take off your jacket and place it on the back of the chair, bringing your bare right arm on to the table and holding your glass and placing your left arm on your left thigh.

"Who's gonna have the spare shot?" You ask around the table smiling at the guys.

"Not me" Gaz says "Hari you're right, that stuff is vile" he adds

Price chuckles at Gaz and then takes a sip of his pint. You laugh at Gaz's comment.

"Aye, I'll 'ave it" Soap says grabbing the shot and downs it.

Leaning back in the chair and lifting your right arm, you run your fingers through your hair, pushing the shorts strands away from your face.

Ghost notices a black bone tattoo on your upper arm on the back, starting near your elbow and disappeared up your arm covered by your t-shirt. He traced his eyes back down your arm and then back up to your face. His eyes meet yours, locked in as you lower your arm down on the table again.

Soap also took note of your tattoo

"Nice tat'oo" He said slurring his words. You turn your gaze to Soap, you noticed his eyes became super wide. The alcohol was thoroughly coursing his body. "Why a bone?" He adds

"Never knew you had a tattoo" Price said looking at you arm as you lifted it up, pointing your elbow to the sky, your biceps flexed as you lifted the sleeve of your t-shirt down near your underarm, showing your tattoo in its entirety to the team.

"Cor lassie you have some muscles!" Soap blurted out pointing towards your arm. Gaz shakes his head and laughs.

"Johnny's drunk" Ghost said as he looked at him disapprovingly.

You were taken aback by Soap's comment and lowered you arm.

"It's the humerus bone" you say smiling, showing your teeth, looking at the tattoo

Soap was surprised by your smile, the same one who showed briefly on your first day. He felt a warm feeling spread across his chest. To be honest, think that was the alcohol

"Yer real pretty" Soap says gazing at you

Price and Gaz look at Soap with shocked looks and then turn to you. Ghost narrowed his eyes at Soap and then looked at you.

You snorted and then scoffed, shaking your head.

"Soap's off his trolley" you say to Ghost, who nods in agreement.

"Come off it Soap" Price says "Getting you some water" he adds and then gets up from his chair heading to the bar.

"'Onest-ly, yer are" Soap adds "Yer got a fella back home?" Soap asks grinning, his head bobbing.

"Fucks sake Johnny" Ghost gruffs, nudging him slightly in the sides and looks back over to you with cautioned eyes. Why did he have to get this pissed tonight he thought.

He saw how your face changed from that smile to annoyance. Your eyes wide as you come to grasp what Soap said.

"Nope, no one back home" You say say looking at Soap and then back to your half finished pint of coke, and take another sip, you meet Ghosts gaze again, you look back down as you lower the glass.

Soap tried to reach over to you, Ghost pushed him back slightly with his left arm, as Soap nearly knocked an empty glass over. Price walked over with a glass of water to Soap and set it in front of him.

"Drink up sergeant, you'll have a killer hangover tomorrow" Price says to him shaking his shoulder. Soap takes a sip of water. "Doc ain't going to be looking after you tomorrow" He adds looking over at you.

Price took in your face full of concern, your dark thick eyebrows burrowed close together. He suppressed a chuckle when he looked back over to Soap who started to hug the glass of water.

"You alrigh'?" Ghost asks noticing your face still was stern. You look up at Ghost, eyebrows still furrowed and lips pursed.

"All good" You say giving him a smile. "What you drinking lieutenant?" You add, nodding your head towards his glass, where the ice nearly melted

"Bourbon" he said picking it up and swirling the glass.

"A man of corn whiskey eh?" You say back to him, smiling.

"I love Kentucky" He says taking in your warm smile, and then felt the edge of his mouth curve a bit under his mask.

"Speakin' o' love" Soap butts in, sliding closer to Ghost, with his glass of water in hand pointing at you. Ghost turns to him in annoyance whilst you look on, bracing yourself for another drunk comment.

"Here we go" Price huffs, eyeing Soap as he watches the sergeant continue his drunken behaviour he'll surely regret tomorrow. Gaz places a hand over his mouth to stifle a laugh.

"Ever been in love?" Soap says towards you

You scoff again at his bluntness, shaking your head.

"Long time ago" you reply taking a longer sip of coke, placing the glass back down, continuing to stare at the last remnants of ice in Ghost's drink.

"Awh did he break yer hear'" Soap said eyeing you, leaning across to Ghost who tried to nudge him off his shoulder.

You look up, and smirk at Soap's remark. He takes a sip of his water

"Yeah... she kind of did" You said, looking straight at Soap to take in his reaction.

Ghost's eyes widen at you. Soap chokes and spits out some water, some of it on Ghost who shoved Soap away from him. Price and Gaz laughed.

"Fucks sake Johnny, get a hol' yourself" Ghost grunts. You reach in your jacket pocket for a pack of tissues and hand one to Ghost.

"Thanks" He says grabbing the tissue and wiping his jacket.

"Time for us to head back now Soap" Price said chuckling and checking his watch, getting up from his seat and moving towards Soap who tried to get up by himself but was struggling.

"Gaz gimme a hand" Price says attempting to help Soap stand up and grab his jacket. Gaz gets up and moves towards Soap and Price.

You still sit and grab your drink, taking another sip. You eyes meet Ghost's who was still sitting as well.

"You two coming?" Gaz asks looking at you and Ghost.

"I'm gonna finish my drink" You say, lifting your glass.

"I'll walk back with you" Ghost says, looking at you.

"Don't have to, base isn't far" You say back to him

"Don't min'" Ghost says as he watches Price and Gaz carry a drunk Soap off his seat and put his jacket on. He notices Price staring at him and then mouth "Tell her!" He sighs and looks back at you. Don't want you walking back by yourself this late he thinks to himself as he checks his watch. 11:05pm.

As Price and Gaz steady Soap, their arms wrapped around his shoulders, you hear a small whelp "She broke her hear'?" coming from Soap as they walk off behind you.

Laughing, you turn to Ghost who had his eyes on you. Still watching me are you? You think.

"Do I have something on my face?" You say, moving your left hand up and scratching your cheek.

"No" Ghost says, still looking at you.

"Then why are you staring?" You say back, giving him a smile, as you place you left arm on the table, wrapping your fingers around the glass.

Ghost looks down, trails his eyes on your fingers curved around the glass and moves his eyes up your wrist. His eyes narrow as he notices long white scars spreading from your wrist to the top of your lower arm. White scars in contrast to your brown skin. You followed his eyes, and removed your arm from the table, and placed your arm on your thigh.

You became so used to the scars on your arm that you forgot they were there until other people stare or made comments about them.

"Bad habit of mine" Ghost says finally "Sorry" he says looking up at you. The blue eyes drawing you in.

"Listen, I know you have reasons to be cautious" You begin "Price told me about Shepherd" You add sympathetically.

That fucking traitor you think scowling to yourself.

Ghost takes a deep breathe and leans back in his chair. A chill overtook his body. He grabbed his drink and then lifted his balaclava to take a sip. Liquid courage he thinks hoping it'll help ease the upcoming confession.

You briefly look at the exposed skin, so pale and dull. When was the last time your skin felt the sun you wonder.

"My file is probably a piece of shit" You say, breaking the silence. You couldn't stand a potential mentor hating you. Suddenly, without the alcohol, you found the courage to just blurt your thoughts.

"It's only logical to be suspicious, but I mean no harm. I'm just here to help and want to be values member of the team" You confess.

Ghost looks at you, a feeling of slight guilt overrides him. A lump was forming in his throat. Why is it so hard to tell you he thinks

"I know" He says at last, clearing is throat, yet the lump persists. He leans forward, his blue eyes darting over your now worried face. Eyebrows furrowed, but your eyes have a sad glaze to them.

"Shall we start fresh lieutenant?" You say, offering your right hand towards him and giving him a smile, a smile that made your eyes crinkle. The smile Ghost recognised.

He extends his hand out, and shakes yours, your soft warm hands wrapped and engulfed his calloused cold hand. Ghost noted the firmness of your shake, gripping his hand. You start to let go and Ghost follows your move. Sitting up and leaning a bit closer to you.

You pick up your glass and take the last long sip of coke and remaining ice, crushing it between your teeth and letting it flow through. Lifting your phone out your inner jacket pocket you realise it's nearly midnight.

"Shoot" You say and then look up to Ghost "Is it alright if we go? Have surgery tomorrow morning" you add

"Course" Ghost says leaning back and getting up. You follow through, grabbing your jacket and putting it on.

Ghost comes round the table and stands near you and watches as you slip your arms in your jacket and then look up at him.

"Ready?" You say giving him a smile

"Yeah" Ghost says, placing his hands in his jacket pockets and readjusting the hood of his hoodie, even though nothing else could hide would already hid with the mask of Ghost.

"Thank you!" You say to the barman as you head to the door

"Cheers guys!" He replies looking at both you and Ghost, Ghost nods back and follows you out. He takes a longer stride to reach the door before you to open it, letting you walk through first into the darkness outside.

"Thank you" You say as turn round facing Ghost once outside, waiting for him to close the door. You both start walking side by side on the pavement, under the glow of the orange the street lights.

"You've been good in drills." Ghost says turning to you. The only compliment that was able to come out of his mouth. You grin at him, and then look down at your shoes walking on along side him.

"They're good, tough but good." You say smiling at him, you lift your head up view the night sky. Unable to make out any stars, no moon this late... The orange street lamps did not help at all.

Ghost follows your gaze, curious as to what you were looking at.

"Somethin' wrong?" He asks looking back down at you, you turn to look at him, a puzzled look swept across your face.

"No, just trying to see the stars" You say pointing to the sky

"Oh" Ghost says "Why?" he asks

You turn to look at him, disbelief was the next look that took ahold of you as you scoffed

"Because..." you start motioning towards the dark sky, trying to see any stars, but had no luck due to the street lights. Looking around you try and find an area that wasn't near any artificial lights. Up ahead you see a small wooden area.

"C'mon let me show you" You say turning to Ghost and then walking up ahead, your pace quickening. Ghost follows, taking his long strides that match your slight jog.

As you both reach the wooded area you walk in a bit whilst Ghost watches you continue to look up in the sky.

Away from the lights, your eyes focus on the night sky, you see three dots in a slight bent line. Orion's belt.

"Look here" You say pointing to the stars. Ghost looks up, waiting for his eyes adjust, and tries to navigate them to where you are roughly pointing. He sees the bright white speckles coming out against the deep dark blue of the night. No clouds in view. He sees three dots.

"Those three dots?" He asks keeping his eyes on them

"Yeah, that's Orion's belt" You say, getting a bit close to Ghost, looking at the belt as well "Then if you look up, you'll see two other stars, same as you go down" You add pointing with your finger. Ghost follows your instructions and looks at the additional four stars, two at the top and two at the bottom.

"It's like a body" He whispers and looks down at you, seeing a look of awe transform your face as you look up at him.

"That's the constellation Orion, it's about 2000 light years away" You start, looking back up at the night sky. Ghost looks back, taking in the stars that scatter the night sky. Both of you stand there in silence, taking it in, surrounded by the woods whilst a gentle wind flows through the leaves of the trees.

"What about the other ones?" Ghosts asks turning around and noticing the other stars that have become visible. Never before had he looked at the night sky like this.

"Urm, not sure" You say. "Shit, it's past midnight" you say checking your phone again, you look up at Ghost "Maybe another time, sorry I need sleep" You say

"Course" He adds and starts walking back down out of the woodlands with you. You quicken your pace. "Thank you... Hari" Ghost says, turning to look at you. You smile back at him

"Made you interested in the sky now" You say smirking and turned to look ahead.

Ghost nodded "Yeah" he whispered

The both of you headed back to base, enjoying the silent walk back, the night sky now obscured by the flood lights, making any view of the stars impossible.

Heading to your quarters, Ghost follows you, just a few paces behind, and watches as you take your key out the jacket and unlock the door. You turn towards him.

"Good night lieutenant" You say, Ghost notices your eyes become weary and tired.

"Good night Hari" He says, nodding. You give him a smile and close the door.

Ghost walks down the corridor to his room, unlocking the door and walks. He locks the door and takes his hoodie, top, jeans and balaclava off, heading to the bathroom. He looks at the reflection in the mirror. Looks at the person starring back. Simon Riley. But it wasn't the Simon Riley you knew.

Fuck

How could you bewitch him and make him forget to tell the one important thing that Price kept bringing up to him each day in the past week you had arrived.

Simon splashed cold water on his face, grabbing a bit of soap and washing the remaining black paint off his face. He dried his face with a towel and looked at himself again. The scars running across his nose, his left temple, and his cheek.

You had scars too he said, remembering those white scars scattered on your arm. Did you do it yourself or was it in Siberia? Ghost thought as he shuffled to his bed and collapsed. His mind now full of thoughts and questions of you.

Who was that woman who broke your heart? He thought as he buried his face into the pillow, the remnant feeling of your firm grip of the handshake you gave pulsed through his hand. He remembered how soft your hand was against his rough calloused war torn hand.

He drifted off to sleep, recalling the image of the Orion constellation in the night sky, Simon felt a part of himself open up a bit more...

[princesssarisa]

Who was the US president when each Disney Animated Canon movie was released

That video I watched today about who was president when each president was born has stirred up my autistic list-making instinct.

So now I'm applying it to the Disney Animated Canon, just to put each movie in its historical context.

Franklin D. Roosevelt:

Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs

Pinocchio

Fantasia

Dumbo

Bambi

Saludos Amigos

The Three Caballeros

Harry S. Truman:

Make Mine Music

Fun and Fancy Free

Melody Time

The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad

Cinderella

Alice in Wonderland

Dwight D. Eisenhower:

Peter Pan

Lady and the Tramp

Sleeping Beauty

John F. Kennedy:

101 Dalmatians

Lyndon B. Johnson:

The Sword in the Stone

The Jungle Book

Richard Nixon:

The Aristocats

Robin Hood

Gerald Ford:

None

Jimmy Carter:

The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh

The Rescuers

Ronald Reagan:

The Fox and the Hound

The Black Cauldron

The Great Mouse Detective

Oliver and Company

George H.W. Bush:

The Little Mermaid

The Rescuers Down Under

Beauty and the Beast

Aladdin

Bill Clinton

The Lion King

Pocahontas

The Hunchback of Notre Dame

Hercules

Mulan

Tarzan

Fantasia 2000

Dinosaur

The Emperor's New Groove

George W. Bush:

Atlantis: The Lost Empire

Lilo and Stitch

Treasure Planet

Brother Bear

Home on the Range

Chicken Little

Meet the Robinsons

Bolt

Barack Obama:

The Princess and the Frog

Tangled

Winnie the Pooh

Wreck-It Ralph

Frozen

Big Hero 6

Zootopia

Moana

Donald Trump:

Ralph Breaks the Internet

Frozen II

Joe Biden:

Raya and the Last Dragon

Encanto

Strange World

Wish

Just for the heck of it, I also looked up who was president when each of the six American Disney theme parks opened. As it turns out, each park opened under a different president!

Disneyland opened during Eisenhower's presidency, Walt Disney World's Magic Kingdom during Nixon's, EPCOT during Reagan's, Disney MGM Studios (now Disney Hollywood Studios) during Bush Sr.'s, Animal Kingdom during Clinton's, and California Adventure during Bush Jr.'s

[zmediaoutlet]

Oh Z go OFF why don't you ship Sam/John?

ahaha, anon starting off the friday night wine party by choosing violence <3

how don't I ship Sam/John? Let me count the ways --

first of all have you seen the sam/john content out there? I'm negatively interested in shitbird lolita sam with his crystal heart-shaped buttplug and the overemphasis on his pink lips and his mewling or whatever. like the puss becomes the sahara. I need a Great Wall of No between whatever's going on with that particular kink and the actual character. As always, a division: 'this is so hawttt omg' is good and fine, but please can we have a little moat between that and character-based canon-feeling stuff.

so all that stuff aside, on a plot level, John's Quest is based around protecting Sam, and like... way to not do it, bud. That is if you believe that John is ultimately flawed but kinda trying, which I do because 'pure monster' and 'hero daddy' takes are equally boring. Sam is left behind, is overprotected, is taught some hunting stuff but comparatively coddled -- in the wee!era, I see absolutely no way that John would go there on any kind of purpose, especially given the fact that Dean's also always there and it would be very embarrassing for your devoted older sonwife to stab you in the brain. (Caveat: I guess there are those times when John would "send Dean away" for disobeying, so that opens a window. But honestly, Sam was probably just abandoned in a motel room alone while John got on with work. I don't think it was a secret fuck-cation.)

on a sadness level: John wants something better for Sam. Dean's a lost cause, although John does super vaguely gesture at like 'eh he could have a house maybe' -- despite the college fight, Sam's untouchable in a way because John has this mad idea that maybe they'll actually win somehow, and Sam can have a future. That doesn't jive with bouncing him on the Dad D. And, again, if John's not purely insane, then--?

on just a vibes level: once Sam gets older, he and John are just way too much alike, and that's why they piss each other off so much. They're the thing of two magnets of the same polarity bouncing apart. Now there are ships where that can be fun, in the kind of slap-slap-kiss model, but in the specific (characterful) case of these two... no. I can see Sam losing his shit and throwing a punch; I aaaaabsolutely don't see him following it up with like, passion. Though I am literally loling here at my computer thinking about it. I'm doing my absolute best here not to compare to other ship options, but like -- this is not the son who'd fold and be like, aw daddy let me take care of you, you know what I'm saying?

on a taste level: like... can you see Sam actually wanting to? Any emotional/physical weirdness he has I feel like would get automatically turned to a different member of the three-part family unit. Non-con is blah, sex pollen is too easy (although with that said, I imagine a no-romance sex pollen f-o-d would be a good way to crack open those dynamics and see how they operated). Part of the massive issue here is that Sam has an oedipus complex, not an elektra complex -- he wants to fight his dad, not fuck him. He has daddy issues but they're of the tough masc black sheep son who goes off and has to get heroes' journeyed back into the fold; it's not 'oh daddy please say you're proud of me please let me be a good son,' unlike Some People We Could Name. It just doesn't have any entré into the kind of tangled up fuckery that makes vertical incest interesting for me. So...

That's probably enough, lol. That said, again: if you love to jill to babby Sammy slurping on daddy John's big meaty dadcock, go on with your bad self. Especially if Sam's inexplicably femme. But like. I'm good.