#It's genuinely not a bit. I could get so badly screwed over by this and I'd probably still be glad to have the Minty boy

[flarefighters-fr]

I genuinely want the triple mint G1 so badly- I've been trying for a wind eyes Mint triple G1 almost the entire time I've been on Flight Rising.

If you get them and want to sell, the only 2 dragons I wouldn't give up are my dragonsonas - I will open my hoard, rip apart outfits, remove familiars like the Sprites (only one I don't have is a light sprite) from permas, remove skins from glitch skin dragons, and trade Permas I wouldn't have ever considered selling/trading otherwise.

#flight rising #flightrising #if I get this I will actually be the most happy person in the universe #I think it was my 3rd month on FR where I wanted to get a triple mint G1 with wind eyes #I got so many of my doubles from scattering Wind eyed G1s from eggs I hatched #It's genuinely not a bit. I could get so badly screwed over by this and I'd probably still be glad to have the Minty boy

[phoenixyfriend]

This is a bit of a silly question, but you honestly seem to know a lot about political, business, and economics, so I thought I would ask.

So I’m seventeen, soon to be applying to universities, but I’m already so disillusioned with the world. Like, don’t get me wrong, I still have hope in collective action and volunteering and voting and all that, it just makes me sad that the entire world has kind of gone to hell. I like english literature and I like history and I like studying them, so I used to hop to study both at uni. I wanted to get a job as a teacher, because I want to make a difference in the world and have more variety than a typical desk job.

However. Being on Tumblr since the age of thirteen has taught me that no matter how kind or good or hardworking one person is, or even a lot of people are, one politician can still screw things up for entire groups of people. I mean… a few politicians overturned Roe Vs Wade and that sort of thing. The disability benefits bank account thing. Politicians have an enormous amount of sway over the world, and that area seems to be where someone could make the most difference.

From what I’ve seen of a political science degree, I genuinely don’t think I would enjoy it much, but I could get through it. I want to make a difference in the world very badly — it’s the only sort of legacy I care about leaving behind. And I thought being a teacher could do that for me, but the scale of being a teacher and a politician are on entirely different levels, and Tumblr has really shown me that.

So I guess I’m just asking, since you seem to be passionate making the world better too. Do you think I should study politics, so that I can try and change things on a large scale? Or study what I love and make a much smaller impact.

I honestly don't think I'm the best person to ask this question. A lot of how I ended up where I am was a matter of luck, including the luck of having parents who let me live with them rent free while I put together some savings (and even while I was unemployed).

I don't know a whole lot about polisci. I was a business major and, honestly, that major did not come in useful when hunting for a job after college... partly because all the jobs it was a foot in the door for were uhhhhhh let's go with Not The Right Fit. Most polisci majors are... I guess probably pre-law and intending to become lawyers, and lawyers do in fact often become politicians, so there's that.

My first instinct is actually 'learn a trade and join a union.' The last few years have been pretty evidential of the impact that unions can still have on both the business world and politics in general: see the impact that UAW is having, at least in the media, on the presidential election. Unions are also a pretty solid option for local networking, which is pretty key when it comes to having an impact on local or regional politics. A trade job is also something that is in high demand, stable, and pays reasonably well in most places, including paid apprenticeships, so it would give you the financial stability to focus your free time on what you want instead of on stretching to pay the bills, or having to worry about student loans. It also gives you an expertise or specialty that you can then leverage as 'evidence' of understanding the working class as a unit when engaging in something like a town hall.

Being in a union or other local organization will also give you a more hands-on understanding of how politics and things like that work, as you'll have things like contract negotiations, union votes, and policy debates going on regularly.

If you aren't the kind of person who thinks they're a fit for trade work (I'm definitely not), then college might be the right fit! But I'd definitely consider going into it with a plan for how you want to impact the world. Look up some charities or impact organizations and see what it is that they need. A lot of places are looking for grants writers or financial coordinators, or just someone who can do the accounting. It's not glamorous, and it's not like you'll be held up as a hero the way a doctor in a warzone is, but keeping track of funds or writing letters requesting funding from the government, for something like Doctors Without Borders or Planned Parenthood or Coalition for the Homeless is still an important part of the process.

Local volunteer work is also often a lot more personally satisfying and requires less overhead, so more of the money goes directly into the community you want to help, e.g. the grant writers and accountants do need a salary in a huge organization, but a local soup kitchen can probably just hire someone from the local tax office once every few months and call it good. Doing volunteer work once a month, for a soup kitchen or a homeless shelter or summer childcare program, can make way more of an impact than maybe getting a position as a staffer for a politician you may not even like that much.

That said, if you think you're good at polisci, that you'd be good at law, or that you can get a different degree with polisci as a minor that would then help you enter politics directly... maybe college for polisci is the right choice for you. Maybe you have the finances to not worry about loans, you have parents that would be supportive, and you can find an effective position after you graduate.

I can't make that decision for you. If you have a guidance counselor and they're any good--not a guarantee, but let's hope--talk to them. If you don't have a guidance counselor, maybe find a trusted teacher, or a local librarian, something like that. I don't really know you or your situation well enough to tell you what to do, but hopefully I've given you something to think about.

#Anonymous #phoenix answers asks #economics #adulthood #college #unions #vocational training

[yourwildsimp]

blood stains and butterflies

includes: Soap, Ghost warnings: PTSD, panic attack, vomiting, gore length: 4,000 some words summary: Ghost isn't all too happy that Christmas showed up months early. A/N: uh... Boo. I'm alive! Anyways, new obsession time. Also, ik tumblr goes crazy with bots but where did they all swarm me from?? Enjoy though, and please give me feedback.

Ghost stumbles, nearly slipping in the pummeling rain. His gloved hand hardly catches traction on the slick side of their stupid fucking safe house that's spat up 30 miles past bum fuck nowhere.

The sky is as dark as the field that surrounds him, clouds hiding the moon away like it's something shameful.

I'm shameful, Ghost's brain spits as he gasps as quietly as he can. He can feel his throat closing up tight- too tight- tighter than anything he can handle.

Oh sure, because waterboarding and gasoline is nothing compared to stupid, god awful-

"Creepin' Jesus, L.t.-"

Ghost hardly has the wherewithal to yank his mask just over the bridge of his crooked, fucked up nose before he's spilling what little bit of lunch he ate before they were sent on this lousy mission.

"Ghost, what's goin' oan? Ye alright?"

Shut up. Shut the hell up. Shut up, shut up, shut up.

He's dry heaving so much that something is stinging somewhere deep behind his eyes.

A hand, steady yet uncertain, touches his shoulder and Ghost feels flames licking at his skin, even through the ever persistent rain storm.

"Don't fucking touch me," he seethes, baring his teeth like a rabid animal, feet clumsily scrambling further away, leaving his arms to weakly try to compensate. The last thing he needs is to bust his ass on his own throw up.

Soap jerks his hand away like he is the one being burned. The rain is so loud, but not even shelling could drown out the sound of Soap's breath catching in his throat.

"I'm fine," Ghost rasps, sounding impossibly fragile even to his own ringing ears. "Go back inside before you get yourself sick, Soap."

"Sick like ye?"

Ghost is gagging on bile before he can spit fire back. Instead, he spits up the last of his pathetic lunch.

"I said I'm fine. They're just-" Christ, he's shaking so hard he might slip again- "fucking Christmas lights. Nothing's wrong with me."

If Ghost would stop being a little bitch for a second, he'd see the way Soap's eyebrows furrow in genuine confusion with a single blink.

"This is aboot th' holiday decor?" Soap asks desperately. Ghost can hear a puddle splash as Soap inches closer.

Ghost would rather be buried alive again than admit that he is having a breakdown over some lights speckled with blood. Hell, he'd rather gulp down gasoline than speak anything ever again.

Ghost screws his eyes shut in hopes of- of what? Hiding? He's such a shameless coward.

"L.t. please. What's goin' oan? I don't understand- what's wrong with th' lights?"

The door was kicked open, windows smashed in, and they were dead long before he jerked his car in park.

He wanted- needed- them to be alive so badly, so desperately, he skimmed over the fact that more of Joseph's brains were on the wall than in his skull for fuck's sake-

He's retching again, but tears are making his vision too blurry to see what he's hurling onto the muddied clump of grass beneath his feet. Rain, actually. The rain is making his vision blurry.

"Come back inside 'fore ye hurt yerself more. Please, Ghost." There is a noticeable hesitation and Ghost hopes Soap will just go back inside and leave him in shambles.

Soap doesn't go anywhere, but Ghost crumbles anyway from what he says.

"Ye're scarin' me…"

"You're scaring me! Tommy, stop it! Please- please stop!"

Tommy sneered behind the cracked skull mask, and Simon felt his lower bunk dip with his brother's weight. The pillow under his head was snatched from him.

"Don't ever beg anyone for anything, Simon. Hasn't dad taught you that?" The sneer bled into a sickening grin. "Here, let's practice."

His pillow was shoved over his face before he could even choke out the word 'no'.

Ghost loses his footing and falls to his knees, hands weakly grasping for any leverage on the side of the safe house. There isn't any. His left knee digs into the mud as he stumbles.

Soap, the persistent, heaven-sent bastard, is by his side before Ghost slips any further.

"I don't-" Soap hovers by Ghost like a lost dog, buzzing with confusion and concern. "A'll take it doon, Lt. A'll get rid of it all."

Ghost vaguely hears Soap's footsteps trailing off, the pummeling of the rain and the rushing in his ears nearly drowning it out. But then Soap stops and the footsteps rush back his way. Ghost shudders in the rain, in his thoughts, fingers weakly dragging against the dirt as he presses his back against the side of the shelter. Soap is so quiet that Ghost can almost pretend he isn't there.

But, fuck, he is. Standing right there, thinking God knows what, and Ghost's mask is still above his scarred, vomit-laced mouth-

Ghost drags his soaked sleeve over his mouth and chin so rough he feels a strap jerk against a scar. He grits his teeth and bares it and yanks his mask back over the rest of his face.

"Give me yer knives."

Ghost startles- fucking jumps out of his skin. He thought Soap was gone. Scratch that- he hoped Soap was gone.

Ghost slaps together the meanest glare he can muster. He's pathetic like this; a mess in the mud, his own vomit washing away in the rain next to him, being waterboarded by his mask.

Soap doesn't even flinch. Hell, he reaches his hand out, expectant.

"Ye might…" Soap takes a breath, his fingers curling into his palm just a little. "I don't want to come back oot 'ere to find that ye did something stupid to yerself."

"You think-" Ghost has to take a short breath, his voice shredded and raw and so god damn fragile. "You think that I'm-"

"I don't know what t' think," Soap rushes, sounding as desperate as Ghost hates to feel. "Just promise me ye won't."

Ghost screws his eyes shut, wondering if a promise like this only counts for the moment, or if he has to keep it for the rest of his miserable life.

"Am beggin' ye, Ghost."

"Did you beg them, Tommy? Did you?" Simon heard himself say as he stared at his brother's limp body dangling in a bloody mess of Christmas lights from the rafters. Fitting it was, that he suffocated. "Or did not have the chance to?"

"Simon-"

"Don't you- Don't fucking call me that," Ghost rasps.

Soap opens his mouth, desperate as a drowned man gasping for air, but Ghost beats him to it.

"I won't, fuck. I'm not bloody insane." Although he sure as hell felt that way.

Soap's jaw tightens, teeth clenching against each other as he draws his hand back. He is still hesitant to leave Ghost alone; alone with his thoughts and feelings. And knives.

"I won't," Ghost breathes quietly, Adam's apple bobbing as he gathers what little pieces of him were left. "I wouldn't, Soap."

Soap nods, gaze lingering as he turns his body away towards the shelter. "A'll kill ye, if ye do."

Ghost chuckles, heartless and hurt and so pitifully wrapped in his head. What a perfect way to go, that would be. That's the only way he can see himself dying, being taken out by Soap. Ghost wonders how he would do it.

Soap hasn't moved.

"I promise, Johnny."

That seems to do the trick because seconds later, Soap is taking off through the rain and heading inside the house.

Ghost is, blessedly, devastatingly, alone. But he's left with his thoughts. And they begin to wander before he beats them down.

The whole fucking shelter is done up with Christmas decorations, and it makes him wonder how many layers of dust are on every light and ornament. It makes him wonder what happened to the people who strung them up.

He doesn't wonder, however, how the blood splatters got there.

It's not even near the holiday season, either, which really pisses him off because it's just his luck. He thought he'd be safe from his holiday horrors, months away from Christmas. Of course the world slams a curveball right in his face and spits on him while he's down.

He doesn't notice that his hands are gripping at the top of his mask. They would be tugging on his hair, but he's a spineless, faceless coward. No wonder everyone thought Tom was the better brother. They were fucking right to, weren't they?

Christ, they're all he can see. Tom, hanging from the rafters by the Christmas tree lights, his throat a mangled mess. Beth, a crumpled mop of blinding white ribs and heavy dark blood, her Santa hat mostly red and somewhere underneath what was left of her. His mom, stabbed in the neck, blood soaking into her newest ugly sweater she was so proud of. Joseph's head and reindeer antlers headband was blown off with a bullet, his blood and brains and matter covering the various paint splotches on the wall where Tom and Beth couldn't decide on a new color.

Joseph's toy airplane kicked to the side, forgotten white wings stained with pieces of the boy.

He wanted to be a pilot when he grew up, Joseph did. He used to make Simon hold him above his head so he could stick his little arms out real far like they were wings on a plane. Simon would carry him all around the house; pretended to be the panicked control tower, telling pilot Joseph that he couldn't use the runway- the hallway- because there were fallen trees- a broom and a mop- blocking his path. Pilot Joseph was always a quick thinker, and he would land his plane further down the way, on an empty back road- the couch. And Simon would toss his beaming nephew on the ratty old brown couch and listen to his giggles as he shouted, "Again, Uncle Simon! Again!"

God, the pure joy on the kids face whenever Simon bought him that little toy plane for Christmas one year was burning at the back of his brain. Fucks sake, all Simon could afford at the time was a little figurine. It wasn't remote controlled, no doors could open- hell, the propeller couldn't even spin. But Joseph loved it more than anything in the world.

The sound of glass shattering behind the shelter has Ghost choking on his breath.

Simon would've killed to have been deaf when he took Tom down from the rafters. Glass shattered, body thumped, glass shattered, glass shattered, glass-

Bile scorches the back of his throat as his memory supplies the imagine of blood splattered Christmas ornaments. He tumbles forwards onto his hands and knees, frantically tugging his mask above his lips again. One hand claws at the dirt, the other, supported by his elbow in the mud, holding the bottom part of his mask out of the way as he retches and dry heaves until he swears he could be spitting up blood.

Ghost curls in on himself and falls to his side, a deflated, crumpled heap of shame.

It's all his fault. It is. If he had gotten there sooner, if he had seen it all coming, if he had never gotten compromised, if he had never joined the fucking military- none of it would have happend. It's his fault, all his fault.

"My fault," he heaves, blurry eyes boring into where the dark, starless sky seamlessly bleeds into the black, rocky mud. He's drowning in the stifling nothingness.

Tom could be coming home from work, kissing Beth hello, playing 'pilot' with Joseph. But he's not. He's a rotted corpse six-feet under the dirt. That's how Simon should be. It's his fault that it didn't turn out that way. His fault, all his fault.

"I'm sorry," he breaks, shaking his head, bringing his muddy glove to his face, pressing the heel of his palm into his forehead. The other half hides, burying into the ground, like he could dig his own grave like this.

Joseph would've been in high school by now, driving and going to meet friends. But he's not. He's stuck in a wooden box next to his parents. That's how Simon should be. It's his fault-

"Please-"

"Ghost?"

Ghost's eye snap open, body tense and frozen. He vaguely notices that he's hyperventilating. Christ alive, he's breathing so fast but he can't get any air. He can't breathe, no matter how hard he tries. He might as well be buried alive again-

"…-ost, look at me. I need ye to look at me Lt."

Ghost's blood shot eyes snap in Soap's direction- when was he sat up against the shack's wall?- and his breath hitches somewhere deep in his throat before he feels his heart pitter faster. It's trying to break out of his ribcage, slamming into his cracking bones, threatening to bleed openly into Soap's hands. Soap has such nice hands. He'd hate to soil them.

"Where are we reit now?' Soap asks, carefully crouching in front of him, both hands resting open palm facing up on his knees.

Ghost feels his eyebrows furrow at that one. Has Soap forgotten? Your location seems like an awfully important thing to know.

"Ghost, I need ye to tell me where we are," Soap insists, the tendons in his neck pulled so taunt. Ghost worries. He worries that Soap will hurt his neck, straining how he is.

"Manchester?" he murmurs so low that he can feel how his vocal cords vibrate with it. Soap's neck pulls over his Adam's apple as it bobs rough. Ghost wonders what it would take to snap the stretched tendons there. Ghost thinks he'll kill anything that dares to graze them.

"Nae. Nae, Ghost. Look around. Look around ye an' then tell me where we are."

Ghost's eyes carefully draw away from Soap's vulnerable, tense throat, and move to meet his gaze. Soap is scared, he realizes slowly, the thought dawning on him as slow as the sun rises. Ghost furrows his eyebrows, a frown tugs his lips down at the side. Hesitantly, his eyes drift to the trees surrounding him. He can hardly pick up anything distinctive through the rain, but he feels his eyes widen.

"We're at a safe house. But- but then I-"

"That's reit, Ghost. We're on a mission waitin' for exfil. Do ye remember what our mission was?" Soap speaks like a kindergarten teacher. One who wears long, gray skirts and a yellow button-up blouse, has the thinnest heels on her black shoes, and always has her hair done up in a relaxed bun. Ghost vaguely remembers hating his kindergarten classes; he could never focus. Ghost thinks he would hang on every word if Soap was his teacher. "Stay with me, Ghost," Mr. Soap snaps his fingers once or twice, the sound dancing away through the rain.

"Gather intel on the terrorists' bio-weapons… Destroy the sample. Get out with no one the wiser." Ghost holds his breath for praise, for Soap to tell him he's right. Tell him thats he's not a fuck up, not weak or stupid or not masculine enough. To tell him that maybe, he deserved everything that happened to him

"Yeah, that's right. There ye go, Ghost." Soap's lips twist into a pitiful, beautiful thin-lipped smile. "Thought I lost ye for good there, L.T."

"Never," Ghost rasps before he can shut his big fat mouth.

Soaps lips quirk up more at that, and Ghost has half the mind to get on his knees and ask for repentance. Acceptance, even.

"Are ye alright to come inside?" Soap asks carefully, words treading carefully like Ghost was a minefield.

Sometimes he feels that way, if he were ever honest with himself. He feels like a wired ticking time bomb, bound to explode at the smallest of missteps.

Well, Soap just happens to be a demolition expert, doesn't he?

"Ghost? Did ye hear me?"

Ghost feels himself blink, and when he opens his eyes, he can only look at Soap's lips.

It's unfair, really, how it all slams into him at once, after everything.

He thinks about it. He thinks about it so vividly that he can almost feeling his rough lips against Soap's, feel his clean shaven jaw rub against Soap's stubble.

He takes a shuddering breath when the thought of betrayal and blood and Christmas lights flood his mind.

He doesn't deserve that. He doesn't deserve Soap's lips or stubble or- hell- his being. He isn't good enough.

Besides, it'll only get Soap killed faster. More brutal. They'd make Ghost watch, too. He couldn't shoulder that.

Ghost startles slightly when Soap's gloved hand waves in front of his eyes once or twice.

"Don't get in yer heid. Stay with me, L.T."

Ghost feels his lips tremble. Soap always knows his tells.

" 'm sorry, Johnny," Simon murmurs, blinking against the shine in Soap's eyes.

Soap softens at that, concerned frown morphing into a lopsided grin that doesn't quite reach his eyes.

"No need to apologize, Ghost. Ain't yer fault," Soap hums.

Ghost grunts at that, and if it was in acceptance or disagreement, Soap could only hope to flip a coin.

Soap takes off one of his gloves, his pale skin free from the inky, filthy glove. He holds this hand out like an offering, palm up and fingers outstretched, inches away from Ghost's chest.

"Ready to dry off, L.T? I mean, we could keep showerin' out here if ye want to, but…" Soap trails off, eyes following the dark, angry clouds moving in from the west.

Soap has the bluest eyes. Like Scorpion grasses. Those invasive beautiful bastards spread like wildfire in his mother's dingy little garden one year and she could never get rid of them. Hell, she made the whole damn garden full of Scorpion grass.

Ghost leans his head closer- ever so minutely- to get a closer look at Soap's eyes.

Yeah. Soap's exactly like Scorpion grass.

He's certainly invasive. Ghost didn't want him at first, but he kept coming back. Over and over and over again. And, well, Ghost certainly can't stand to get rid of him now. Soap calms his jumpy fucking nerves too, just like the flowers. He smoothes out Ghost's worries like it's as easy as spreading melted butter on toast.

Forget-me-nots.

That's right- they're also called forget-me-nots.

Ghost couldn't forget Soap for anything. He'd know him anywhere, anywhere at all. On earth, in hell, somewhere in the gray in between. Ghost could be blind and deaf, yet still know Soap if the man was near him.

Scorpion grass might just be his favorite flower if he allows himself that much.

"…Ghost? Ye alright?"

Ghost blinks, ripping his gaze away from the vast ocean he almost drowned in. With another, deliberate, blink, he realizes Soap is blushing. Pink dusts over his cheeks, his eyes struggling to hold their place on Ghost.

"Somethin' on my face?" Soap chuckles, the sound high and tense.

Ghost swallows, breath catching in his throat so suddenly his mouth dries up. He tugs his mask all the way down again, and fixes it firmly in place.

None of it matters anyway. Not a single bit of it. Not the way Soap looks at him like he's the most important thing in the room, not the way his face heats up when Soap punches his shoulder before they load out on a mission, and definitely not the way his heart pitter-patters oh-so quickly when Soap smiles at him when he says a stupid, corny joke.

None of that matters because the Scorpion grass in his dead mother's garden flopped over and went to hell when Ghost tried to care for them after she was gone, and so will Soap.

"Get out of yer head, Ghost."

Ghost flinches his head back, the sternness in Soap's tone sending him reeling.

"I'm was not-"

"Ye were. Ye had that 1,000-yard-stare glossed over yer eyes," Soap squints at him.

"I always have that stare, Soap. It's part of the fucking job," Ghost bites back.

"Sure, but when ye're out of it, it looks different."

"It does not-"

"Yes, it bloody does!" Soap sneers, the genuine anger in his face catching Ghost off guard. Ghost watches Soap as he sucks in a deep breath, clenching and unclenching his jaw, before swallowing behind the perfect columns in his neck. "It does. And I am sick and tired of losin' ye to yerself."

Ghost looks at him, really looks at him for any sign of- hell, he doesn't fucking know anymore. Resentment, maybe? Soap has every right to hate him.

Soap sighs, running his ungloved hand through his hair. His shoulders seem so weighted. Ghost wants to hold it all for him; carry everything even if the weight of it all breaks his bones twice over.

"Let's get inside, L.T." Soap reaches out his hand again, stronger this time and no longer shaking. "Before the rain makes ye more sick. We're both soaked to the bone and the fuckin' shack doesn't have any heating. Nothing 'sides a little fireplace. Hope ye don't mind strippin' down to yer tighty-whities near me."

It kills Ghost. It kills him that Soap doesn't speak a word of Ghost's several outbursts and breakdowns that have happened in the span of… of- Christ above, what time is it? How long has he been smothered in his head over Christmas lights?

Ghost takes a weary breath before he fully gets 'lost in his head' again.

The look of relief that breaks across Soap's face when Ghost strongly grasps his hand is enough to make the man's knees weak.

"Can't wait to see your Hello Kitty briefs again, Johnny," Ghost deadpans as Soap pulls them both to their feet. He knows Soap sees the way he sways with the rain, the way he uses the wall for support- Ghost can see it in his eyes. He's thankful, graciously thankful, when Soap doesn't mention it.

"That was one bloody time. Was Gaz's fault anyway," Soap grumbles, still holding Ghost's hand in his as he leads them inside.

As Ghost tentatively steps into the safehouse again, he realizes that Soap is a saint. Even though he's technically a mass murder, his sins are washed away with the simple act of rearranging a small shack.

Everything remotely Christmas themed is out of sight. No ornaments, no tree, no stockings, no snowmen, no Santas, no paper snowflakes- and not one single Christmas light. Ghost feels his face warm up a stupid amount as he tracks his eyes over the firepit.

The blood is gone.

Soap cleaned the fucking blood.

Ghost whips his head around, and in a rare moment- one of many so far tonight- his mouth is open without a sound coming out.

He wants to say something, really he does, but what can he say when Soap is busying himself with acting as if nothing has changed. As if this is the first time they've walked into the dump.

As if he isn't making a vile, almost forgotten feeling crescendo up in the empty void behind Ghost's sternum.

"Let's raid the place, yeah?" Soap says, looking over the layout. "There's the kitchen, living room, and bedroom. Though, that's fucking generous to call it that, eh?"

Soap is right; the living room and kitchen combined couldn't be more than 12 feet across and 10 feet wide. The bedroom is more of a closet with a pile of blankets against the wall. But, still, the kitchen has cabinets and the living room has a fireplace… that hopefully works.

"You search the kitchen, I'll see if the pit is functional," Ghost murmurs, ignoring how the words grate against his raw throat. Away from the rain, the chill of his soaked clothes is settling on his skin. He's ready to get warm and sleep away the pounding in his head.

"Copy that, L.T." Soap beams, sparing one brief glance before turning on his heels to ramble through the cabinets.

"And Johnny?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

Johnny gives a lopsided smile that makes his eyes shine. "Of course, Simon."

#soapghost #ghostsoap #ghoap #soast #Literally what is their ship name #soap x ghost #ghost x soap #cod mw2 #Angst #hurt/comfort #Please I just want to hold their hands and tell them it's all okay #Also lmao hey I'm alive

[teecupangel]

The Desmond can take things from his ancestors continuation that has the slightly yandere Desmond hit my brain and now I'm thinking of the AC1 story but all of Altaïr's targets are already dead by the time he gets to them with a list of their crimes and messages that read like love letters on the bodies because Desmond got it into his head this would be a good way of helping (Desmond didn't mean for the messages to be so romantic but he's not complaining about how Altaïr is already half in love with him when they meet, even if Altaïr is also annoyed about the kill stealing)

The AltDes continuation of Desmond being able to steal from his ancestors that has a slight yandere!Desmond added in.

Let’s be honest, Desmond would try to keep the letters professional but everyone who reads it (the Rafiqs, Malik, and Al Mualim) could clearly see the little bits here and there that shows how much this ‘killer’ was doing it for Altaïr’s benefit.

Hell, he’s so open about it that Altaïr believes Desmond is in love with him.

And maybe… just maybe… Altaïr hides the secret second letters that Desmond always leaves somewhere close by. Letters that are more personal and addressed directly to him.

Letters that feels like water being dripped into the dying sprout that had been severely neglected all these years because of his status in the Brotherhood and the strained relationship he has with many of his brothers.

Desmond leaves letters that makes Altaïr believe someone does care about him more than because he was an Assassin or because he was strong.

Desmond’s letters are light but genuine and they’re more candid than the ones he leaves in the scene of the murder itself. They were…

Letters from one person to another.

Personal.

And they always start the same way.

My dear Altaïr…

(Which is actually a mistranslation in Desmond’s part. He was trying to write ‘Dear Altaïr’ but he writes ‘My dear Altaïr’ instead which could be unintentional or a subconscious decision on Desmond’s part)

The letters always asks how he’s doing and always reminds him to eat and rest. It could have been patronizing but Altaïr couldn’t help but feel… something more to it.

He’s still annoyed by the kill stealing but… at the same time…

This was probably the grandest ‘romantic’ gesture anyone had ever did for him.

(Smashcut back to Jerusalem Bureau, Malik shivers, feeling a disturbance in the air that makes him think… ‘aw, crap. Altaïr is doing or going to do something stupid and I’ll be the one suffering because of it’)

And because Desmond is doing everything for Altaïr (“Everything I do, I do for you, Altaïr. That much you can trust. Although I would suggest not trusting me in general.”), he’s going to screw up the timeline so badly that the Calculations would go kaput even before September 1191 hits.

How?

Well, for one, he saved Kadar although nobody knows that because Kadar is still bedridden and healing from his wounds.

It’s actually Kadar who suggests that Desmond leaves letters explaining his actions.

Kadar was trying to help his savior because… well… it was clear Desmond was a bit lost on what to do.

Although, because Kadar was Altaïr’s number one fan, he’s also the one that pushed Desmond to address the letter directly to Altaïr and write as if he’s talking to Altaïr.

In Kadar’s defense, he was trying to make them friends. He didn’t know that Desmond isn’t really the most… uuhhh… stable at the moment.

So Desmond starts actually obsessing over Altaïr.

Enough to try and ‘fix’ things.

Like…

Well, Abbas had an accident during one of his patrols and the healers believe his leg would not recover and he’d walk with a limp for the rest of his life, his Assassin 'career' destroyed in the process.

Maria Thorpe had disappeared and Kadar had gotten a new roommate who definitely did not appreciate being kidnapped. Desmond’s “tell her the truth about the Templar Order” plan did not go as he had planned but he can’t let Maria escape now since she’d seen his face and know where he lives. Soooo… Kadar is unofficially tasked with making sure Maria doesn’t get away and try to uuuhh… do his best in converting Maria to their side. (Whether this ends as KadMar or Kadar and Maria being besties is up to you XD)

And then…

Desmond and Altaïr actually meet for the first time.

Their eyes meet and it was like the entire world simply… fell away.

Disappeared into nothing.

For nothing was more important than this moment.

They felt like they knew one another even though they had not uttered a word to each other.

They felt like this moment, this very time and place, existed so they could finally meet.

… which really didn’t have a good timing because Altaïr had barged into the room while Desmond had just killed his latest target so blood was pooling into the floor and the guards were on their way because they heard strange noises thanks to Altaïr forgetting to minimize his noise because he had been too busy staring at Desmond.

#they are both #disaster human beings #have yandere tendencies #friends with kadar #the banes of malik’s existence #and most importantly #in love with each other #ask and answer #no usual tags because #altdes

[leofiat-bunny]

ChenYi/AiDi from Chen Yi's POV

As mad as I'm going to be at Chen Yi, I do have some symapthy for him:

Unattainable DILF who saved you, you seek the approval of, and is always around makes for obvious baby gay's first crush

The first time "best friend" and "desire" share space you run away at warp speed because 3 years is a lot at that age (and if somebody else your age tried something with him they'd still be finding pieces in 20 years)

Run right back to the safety of first crush and settle in comfortably

Genuinely seeking his approval and being jealous of his relationship confirming to you that you're "in love with him"

Best friend pokes fun at your feelings? Obviously that indicates a lack of interest so there's no need to acknowledge that thing that never happened then and has never happened since and look at your feelings for Boss - you know what love is really like, so don't worry about it (just don't notice how much it looks like he wants to cry when "poking fun")

Hell, he's even moving away from you; he's refused to spend your birthday together for 4 years now (you've avoided spending it alone with him for 4 years, but that's totally different). Now he's gone off alone and dropped out of contact. He seems to spend more time with A'Ruei than he does you.

Possessive over him? No you're not. He's just annoying you, you just have to protect him, you're just helping them by taking him off their hands

And NOW:

WHY DID A'RUEI HAVE TO SAY THAT?

"Tell me, how can I get him?" Have you figured out who "him" IS boy?

And Ai Di's response is to stop "tucking him in" 🥺

You've kissed him, he hated it. Drop it

He's dissappeared. How could you fuck up so badly

Chen Yi gets injured on his first "mission" without Ai Di. "Useless" indeed... I just can't decide if:

he was distracted by Ai Di's abscence (though he knew Ai Di was with A'Ruei by this point),

Ai Di is that important to him in a fight (he's screwed while Ai Di is in prison) or

he kind of LET himself get a litte bit injured because "ways to get Ai Di to come back 101"

"I prefer you dressed like this" "What?" "Nothing." Shit. STOP DOING THAT

"I thought you didn't treat me as a brother anymore" - please Ai Di, forget I did that, let us go back before I screwed everything up (and that I only just realised how this looked from Chen Yi's POV just shows how strong Ai Di's POV is, it's overwhelming 😅)

"Do you want to keep going to school?" - I can let you go / it will keep you safe; please be happy / safe / don't leave me completely. You have to know I'd give you anything ("If you like it, it wouldn't be work." 😉)

Boss is dissappointed in you

You must prove yourself

he left. he's in prison. he didn't say goodbye. he's chose someone over you. he did say goodbye but you didn't understand. he left. he's not here. he left. how could he leave? he left

How does Ai Di's confession fit into this?

Either there's at least a modicum of leeway for misinterpretation or - I think -

Chen Yi has so fully committed to having slammed that door that it's not so easy to pry it back open.

Possibly even seeing A'Ruei and Zongyi's situation has him wanting to push Ai Di away from gang life (away from him)

(We should take the fall... yes, the gang should. But not Ai Di. Never Ai Di. If protecting Ai Di means letting him go...)

#kiseki: dear to me #chen yi x ai di

[troblsomtwins829]

I think I'm finally getting burned out from retail...

I've worked retail since my very first job. Customer facing, picking/packing orders, cashiering, zoning, product care and merchandising, inventory.

And I LIKE Retail! For all the bad moments with really awful and entitled schmucks, it's genuinely fun and satisfying being able to track down and account for all the little things that make a store run, even if no one thinks they're important.

Cooperate had their weekly district call with our area and evidently, the store didn't perform satisfactorily enough to justify having the number of lead positions we previously did. So they cut them out. And unless we make a TON of sales this year (or recover an equal amount) there is no way those positions will ever be available again. So all the current leads, myself included, are being shuffled around to different areas.

I really didn't want to give up my position in Inventory Control. I love doing the job, making charts, processing damages, accounting for items, running reports, the entire job is just tedious little things. A job I've barely gotten to do for over three months because I've been forced to cover other areas of the store. A job that is now reflecting badly on not just me, but the store as a whole because I am not actively doing it. A job that HAS that potential to recover the amount of revenue to keep those lost positions open.

A job that no one is blaming me for not accomplishing, but I feel nonetheless frustrated and upset that I cannot, and will no longer be able to do.

I can't say that I'm hopeful that the lead replacing me will be consistent enough to understand and maintain the level of dedication needed to make sure everything ruins the way it needs to, but I don't believe in screwing someone over just because they're essentially kicking me out of my corner. Beyond having to figure out a new department I have no training for, I'll need to train my replacement as best I can and give them every resource they could possibly need to perform the job.

Days like this, I find myself missing my plants more than anything. I miss the simple caretaking, planting, potting, repotting, watering, pruning. I miss holding each little seedling as it grows and gently squeezing their leaves to know how they're doing and what they need. I miss finding the perfect pot for a rescue and giving them the chance to come back from nothing with just a little bit of care. I miss knowing they appreciate my efforts by growing and blooming out of season to show how strong and healthy they are.

I'm going to try. To keep trying. I have a feeling I already know the days are numbered until my store sees the results of this decision. And I really hope I'm not called on to help them make up for it.

I'm so tired.

I miss my plants ;3;

#troblsomthots #troblsomlife #I don't want to hate my job #I feel like I'm going to at this point #I miss my plants

[lamarckianenterprises]

It’d probably be a disaster, but it’d be our disaster right? (Dream)

Henrietta Head of HЯ — 09/06/2020 6:56 AM

Had a nice dream where I and an old friend was playing in a server wide rp thing in a setting where almost lego like constructs are common and used by just about everyone. We were both criminals looking forward to get out of the business and head into something more legit, transporters of some renown, for some odd reason my friend's character has gotten semi obsessed with this one painting we found in a flea market type deal, and my elven person, who simped hard for my friend's character, got it for them as a gift. They mounted it on their rig, which was just an armored reddish truck.

As it turns out the painting was really valuable, like 'a king was willing to send his daughter to embed with us in order to obtain it because an Oracle said that doing so would be the only way to stop the deaths of his people' valuable, and there was a uh, really long quest line where it was just getting the painting back, finding out just how valuable it was, and having our weird half friend half possibly something more relationship tested by this new gal who seemed more into me than they were.

My friend was also getting pissed off at me irl, it was over something petty, they had presumed that their character would survive this quest line set in the relatively distant past of the main RP, and had started talking as their character in a free RP chat, and they got the feeling that I was being too reckless and unstable, that I was going to get us all killed with my route choices or something, and most importantly of all, they just didn't trust me all that much.

So now we get to the last mission, we each have our respective crews, and the king's daughter offers me an alliance, if I do one last job for her, take the entire group to an obvious trap that was supposedly a meeting point for our next job, where parts of her army would be waiting, I was supposed to take out my friend, to betray him both in game and out.

Henrietta Head of HЯ — 09/06/2020 7:03 AM

But see, dream me was a devious bastard, and knowing full well that my friend would hate me for this either way, I planned to at least try and screw the daughter over, and thus negotiated for half the pay to be made in advance. 

She just, gave me the cash, I was pretty nervous, used most of my take to upgrade my rig and crew, thought I would need it for the difficult battle ahead.

And I was right, it all went pretty badly as the session went on, our rigs were getting slowly whittled down, my friend sounded progressively more pissed as they became steadily aware of who could have screwed them like this, and I was genuinely wondering if I should just make the call and take out their rig, to get the rest of the pay and maybe see about breaking them out of prison later. It really felt like the DM was trying to kill us.

Well that didn't happen, I don't remember the exact series of events, but somehow our group got surrounded and cut off at a cliff or something, and we were forced out of our vehicles one and all. Lined up as the princess met up with one of her father's generals, and pat herself on her back for this glorious victory, see she was planning on killing all of us, just to cover her tracks you know. I found myself noting how smart that actually was as my friend cursed me for existing both in game and out.

There genuinely didn't seem like there was going to be a way out, our rigs were down and out, and the enemy's army was bearing down on us in their vehicles, vehicles that my character was designed to take control of...

Henrietta Head of HЯ — 09/06/2020 7:21 AM

This is the bit where I genuinely started to realize that this was in fact, a dream. Because it was a bit too perfect, my character revealed that they had powers that they never revealed up until this point, and took control of the enemy's all too mechanized army, and used them to lay waste on the princess and all her men, causing a chaotic battle that left the remains of my and my friend's crew standing in a dusty, elephant's graveyard of charred skeletons and broken rigs. 

I laughed at how close we were to dying out of character, my friend just said that I was one bold motherfucker. They chewed me out IC, although I think it was partly OOC as well, about how irresponsible that was, about how I didn't warn them, about how close we both got to dying just now. 

I honestly didn't need to hear any of that, not when I've heard or thought it all before. So I just kissed them, handed over the sack with their cut of the profits, and mumbled something about how it was a nice painting. They said something about how they never wanted to see me again, how they'd probably still kill me for this the next time we met. I just said alright, went inside of my rig, and drove away. It was still an awkward way to end a session, and possibly a friendship.

The GM gave us an epilogue afterwards, the king had went on to visit the battlefield, the previously strong man breaking down to wail and cry at the sight of so many dead. Unable to bring anything back that could identify any individual as his daughter or one of his top generals. I think he asked why any of this happened to no one in particular, and how he was supposed to save his people now to the oracle. The oracle answered in something that I don't remember exactly it was something to the effect of "The path ahead is unclear," but more taunting, and personal, as if she knew this would happen, and was laughing as the king devolved into madness.

I don't think they ever buried anyone on that day.

By this point the story cuts to the present timeline with all that implies, I think most of the metaplot for this point in the story was us fighting against some damned or doomed king invading surrounding lands, which in hindsight, was probably our fault.

My friend hadn't spoken to me much in the week or so that passed, or maybe I didn't really talk to them much? I remember feeling like absolute trash, like I've stumbled onto something beautiful, and ruined it with my ham hands while trying to make it mine.

Anyway, I noticed them regaling some of the lower level guild peeps IC with the tale of something desert (names are hard to glean in dreams), it was a fictionalized account, I was more of a bastard than I really was, (but also more beautiful) and they really played up how down on their luck and desperate the tale's version of their character was. It was cute, but I still didn't know if we were friends, or even anything really.

I think the dream ended with me hopping on chat after a good long while, and writing up a long description of a hooded elven figure entering the room just as they finished telling that story, order the same drink I always did, and slowly turn to gaze at their direction, and smile awkwardly. It was probably going to be another disaster, but it'd be our disaster, right?.

#journaling #writing #dream #dreams #lucid dreaming #dream log #dream journal

[fumblingmusings]

What is going through francis' mind when evelyn pushes him away from matthew? Is he just annoyed with evelyn for acting like he would somehow make things worse when he was trying to help or does it sting a bit that he is no longer seen as even being an older brother to matthew? What are their interactions like? I know they're preoccupied with the war and are all allies but having the whole face family together at that point seems like it would be incredibly awkward. At least evelyn and francis had a sweet moment but i imagine it's strained at times.

He thinks she's being very childish and unhelpful. She isn't pushing him away because it's Francis particularly - she's just lashing out and in that instinctive maternal 'anyone who touches my kid wants to harm them' mindset - like what you see in things like swans when they think their babies are going to be hurt. Oftentimes it is very unhelpful to have the parent flapping and hissing in the background, but they genuinely don't know any better, or they're just in a complete blind panic.

At the same time, she let's Alfred get closer, so again, it's obvious she is not exactly facing up to facts on who is on her side, and at this point in time it is not America. I think it's rather undervalued how much the French and British troops really needed and relied on each other and worked together. The Americans and the (lack of) integration into Allied Forces was a real bone of contention. Evelyn's not got her right head screwed on in that moment - she's in Eva mode, not England mode, if that makes sense. It annoys Francis because she always has the wrong head on at the wrong moment. She can be excellent in a crisis, but only when it pertains to herself. The minute someone else gets involved she is a bit useless.

I think they were both kind of surprised that the Entente ended up working out as well as it did. They are both old as fuck as they are both prone to melancholia, so there are times were they just sit and bond over going 'what the fuck have we done to the world?' you know? But then Francis is more likely to go 'Ah. C'est la vie' and get going whereas Evelyn is more likely to not let it go.

Having said that... The French really went through it in WWI. 70% of those who went off to fight came back injured, or never came back at all. The British Empire's figure, as far as I can see, is around 35%. (The US stat is 8% - like I really can't explain how much WWI wrecked Europe). So for France it's: a fifth of the entire population goes off to fight, and 15% of the entire population are either dead or injured one way or another by the end, and those that do come back 'unharmed' may be carrying trauma of their own. My numbers are probably off. But. Considering France already had an ageing population in 1914... like it's just really hard to verbalise how much the war completely fucked with France's people, and its land.

Francis is hurting badly, and he's getting like no emotional support from the woman who's his closest ally, because she's flapping around being generally unhelpful giving doe eyes towards a kid who's still really wary of her. Francis is more practical than her, but we all know in canon Francis loves to be known as big brother. His actual attempts to act brotherly however... need work. But the big brother angle can very much be read as 'exerting influence without having having to do any actual caretaking'. He wants to have his cake and eat it too without putting in any of the emotional labour that... well. He's a bit sad that Matthew isn't exactly clamouring for his attention, but he's not vain enough to not understand why. For all Evelyn's faults, she certainly allows herself to be weak for her kids. Over and over again sentimentality is her downfall. No-one could ever accuse Francis of the same.

Francis has a better grip on what it is to be a nation and is more compelling on a larger group; Evelyn has a better grasp on what it is to be human and is more compelling one on one. I think that's a neat way to differentiate them.

#q&a #fanfic ask #hws france #hws england #fem!england #hetalia

[eternalpassions]

Do you personally like Yuki's character apart from her relationship with the two male leads , she doesn't even feel like a good mother to me , she leaves Ai alone to go threaten vampires bothering zero , for me she is one of the most selfish characters i have come across who are said to be protagonist .

Hello,

I was kinda hoping for this kind of question lol

It’s complicated honestly. When I was like 13 when I got into this story I didn’t like hate her or anything but I also thought she was kinda dumb lmao

Now when I read the manga I think she had some likable qualities in arc 1. She tried her best, she was pretty cute and you could tell she was a lot more genuine than she is now. Yes, she was still stupid and annoying lmao but she had potential. She was a human girl. She had her own beliefs like wanting humans and vampires to get along. Yes, she was weak but she was actually working towards her big ideals in her own ways by being a guardian and she was only 16 at the time. I really wish Hino had given her more of an individualist arc besides revolving around the love triangle 😒

Then she became beautiful physically which I liked in arc 2. She chilled out a bit but her personality basically became almost a an apathetic zombie. She was kinda lost and just aimlessly trying to make a difference.

VKM was a big opportunity to actually give her development as a heroine. But it didn’t happen. Basically yes she loves Ai but even then she still screws her over with her selfishness. Not caring about how Ai had to make an adult decision at 8 years old that caused her heartbreak. Like damn it at least talk to her about it 😂She raised Ai for her childhood but yea at times neglects her to defend zero to a group a boujee vampires which I don’t know how that did anything lol… But I mean parents make mistakes so yea and she was a young mother. I loved seeing her and Ai moments tbh. I think it’s cool how she made herself react from depression and focused on Ai especially given how young she was when she went through all that. Given she was raising Ai while working and still dealing with depression. Which brings me to my next point…

She says she’s focusing on work but what did she really accomplish? Vampire society never stopped looking at her with disdain until it got to the point where he own daughter had to do her job for her. And she runs off with zero to play with sand dunes for the next decade or so. Like damn it even Ren did more lol. VKM said she grew to be a capable adult young woman and I was like ???? I think the only useful thing she did was running away and leaving Ai to take over lmao

So to answer your question besides the love triangle she had some potential in the beginning. But she never grew out of being immature selfish and just incompetent. Hino never really bothered to focus on her character much as an indivdual and it was mostly always tied to the male leads. Maybe the most she did was being a loving mom to Ai in the best way she could. She’s just very badly written heroine imo lol which really disappoints me cuz I wanted to root for her lol

Thanks

#vampire knight #Yuuki kuran #analysis

[pynkhues]

Oooh would love to hear your thoughts on the bear!!? I tried to watch not to be dramatic but it honestly gave me anxiety lol is it worth giving a second shot in your opinion?

I was expecting it to be anxiety-inducing after what everyone was saying about it, but it didn't really affect me in that way, funnily enough. Maybe I've just worked too long in hospitality and events, haha.

And yeah! I have quite a few thoughts about it, which I've put below the cut because they're both disorganised, haha, and pretty mixed, and I know a lot of my mutuals love it.

I found it to be a situation-driven show masquerading as a character-driven one, which ultimately is something that I found disappointing.

I'd gone in expecting to enjoy it a lot - I love stories that are centred around grief and created family, I love food porn, haha, and I've loved Jeremy Allen White in everything I've ever seen him in, but while the acting is great in The Bear, I found the writing pretty weak.

It's a lot of telling instead of showing that diminishes the story over all, every episode feels ripe with plot contrivances, and I found the pacing to be a bit of a mess. Plus everything kept getting resolved too quickly.

In many ways, I think it's all just symptomatic of inexperienced writers. It reminds me a bit of when I teach sometimes when people like their characters too much to let them suffer for too long, and so are constantly fixing problems as soon as they create them. As a result though, interpersonal conflict between characters feels shallow, and the tension, for me at least, totally falls apart.

I think it wants to have a lot of heart, and there are genuine moments where it does, but it also spends a lot of time telling us how to feel about the characters and the dynamics between them instead of showing us. Carmy's sister for instance seems to only really exist to tell us things about Carmy instead of as a character in her own right, which bothers me, and even outside of her in the main cast, there's a lot of positioning of characters in both dialogue and plot.

This often happens where a character behaves badly and the show quickly over-corrects by going too far the other way and having a character behave so sweetly it borders on saccharine (the example that springs to mind is with Richie screwing up with the health inspection and then having a very contrived phone call beside a character he has friction with where he's doting on his daughter). It makes it feel disingenuous to me, which is a bummer, because there are moments too where these characters really sing.

As for whether or not it's worth giving it a second shot - - I'd say sure, because the episodes are short, and the performances are great, and I do think the overarching plot of the show is compelling. I'm hopeful that if it gets picked up for s2, they'll be able to deepen the characters a bit and balance that light and shade better, because the potential's there, I just don't think it's delivering what it could yet.

#tv asks #fx the bear #welcome to my ama

[fasterthanmydemons]

[ Speedster of the Galaxy ]

The Guardians did not know what to expect after Pietro took off with the murderous Flerken. They knew the human speedster would be fine, as Mantis had used her powers to make sure the Flerken wouldn’t hurt him. Nevertheless, he was the new addition to the team, and there was a slight, unspoken feeling of uncertainty. They had welcomed him just like they welcomed Mantis, and they hoped they would not regret it.

Quill, Gamora and Drax rushed to the showers after hearing Rocket’s threats. Groot yawned as he started looking for his favorite device to play video games.

“Dealing with a Flerken before breakfast… Tsk,” Rocket snarked and clicked his tongue, idly scratching at his ear. “And Quill’s dumb ass thinkin’ it was a cat. Unbelievable.” He glanced at Mantis. “Next time I tell ya to get out of the way, get out of the way.”

“Oh, okay. Understood.” Mantis smiled. Rocket didn’t want her to get hurt. “You are such a good friend…”

“Shut up. I’m not.”

The two were startled when Pietro returned sooner than expected, leaving the floating blue substance behind him, and Mantis’ eyes followed it. When Pietro asked how fast that had been, Rocket let out a hum of approval.

“Ninety seconds,” he replied. “That’s less than two minutes. Not bad, racer boy. Not bad.”

Mantis beamed and clapped her hands. Groot heard her and started clapping as well before he continued playing his game.

“Very well, then.” Rocket stretched a little. “Your first mission is over. It seems to be pretty early here on this planet, so… have breakfast, go for a walk, blah blah blah. Do whatever you do in the morning.”

Mantis simply approached Pietro, visibly happy for him. It surprised her that Rocket did not ask her to check whether Pietro was lying, but… that meant he knew Mantis would tell the Guardians if that was the case. It made her really happy, knowing that Rocket trusted her; he didn’t trust others easily.

“You did a really good job,” Mantis told Pietro. A part of her knew this mission had been a bit difficult, but she was sure Quill and Rocket were trying to test Pietro’s speed and see what he could do with little to no information. It took him less than two minutes to get it done. “It’s not easy to impress Rocket and you did. Congratulations.”

_________

Pietro didn’t know he was being tested. All he knew was that this weird little animal-cat-thing needed to be taken home, this was his very first mission, and he was eager to please. He really didn’t overthink it beyond that point. It had been easy enough to get the Flerken home, but he definitely wanted to impress on his first mission and complete it quickly too. Not too quickly, because it had to be done right, but as quick as humanly possible.

When he got back and saw Mantis and Rocket startle a bit, he grinned. “Sorry. I should... stop maybe back there and shout first,” he suggested, instead of running up on them. That might’ve been a better thing to do, but he’d just been a little excited to see his time. Rocket seemed impressed and even said it wasn’t bad, and Pietro beamed. Coming from Rocket, he had a feeling like that was a big compliment. “Thank you,” he said with genuine happiness. “I tried.”

And then Mantis and Groot clapped for him? “Thank you,” he repeated. “Is very nice of you...” he said rather humbly. He started to blush a little, feeling suddenly shy. Pietro kept grinning as he looked down at his feet, shifting idly from one to the other. Maybe it was just that he wanted so badly for them to like him and to impress them and he’d actually done something right and it felt good to be praised for it and-

“Thanks, is much appreciated,” he said again when Mantis told him he’d done a really good job. Savor the moment, because once you start screwing things up, they’ll be yelling at you instead of telling you you’re doing well, he couldn’t help but think, and that was a real fear for him, but he kept it to himself. Maybe Mantis would still know how he felt, but that was okay, he was fine with that. “It wasn’t that hard. I just wanted to help,” he said, unable to shake the shyness for the time being. Feeling a little awkward, he decided to turn the conversation around on Mantis for a bit and take the focus off of himself. “Am sure you’ve impressed Rocket lots of times, right? He seems to really like you, even if he doesn’t say it.”

“Welp... I guess we have orders to go eat breakfast, and my stomach is eating itself, so...” he said, but then he realized Mantis might freak out because she always took things so literally. “Is just a phrase, don’t worry. Means that it’s... you know, rumbling and churning because there is no food in it, that’s all,” he explained. “Plus I left Mr. Dibbles in the bathtub in my room, so I should go help him out if he is done playing for a while.”

#pietro rp #{ speedster of the galaxy } #{poor pi having some insecurity issues} #{in some ways he's incredibly overconfident} #{and in others he really just wants to be told he's the goodest of good boys} #{and that's a little sad because pi... my dude... you are enough}

[larathia]

Anime Review: Golden Time

This is, on the face of it, a kind of 'coming of age' story about the changes one goes through in the shift from high school to college.

It's also a romance, and a story about brain damage, and the way those two things should probably not combine. And, for the most part, it doesn't do too badly at this.

I liked this anime, but did not love it. The shortest nonspoilery review would be, "Pretty good, but bit off more than it could chew, and kinda screwed up the ending".

You clicked the readmore, you're okay with being spoiled.

A year or so before the series starts, there was a boy named Banri Tada. He was very much in love with a girl named Linda, who was a lifelong friend, but he was shy and anxious and didn't say a word to her about this until they graduated high school. She asked for time to think over her answer, and he said he'd wait for her on a wooden bridge at the edge of town. While he waited, a motorcycle ran him right off the bridge and he was badly hurt. He lost all memories of his life prior to that day, and spent several months hospitalized.

That boy is the 'old banri', or the ghost.

The series begins with 'new banri', the version of this boy who made it out of the hospital, rebuilt his life, and is now going to law school. (Don't worry, that's actually not important.) New Banri is energetic, outgoing, and thinks fast on his feet, and is quite good at faking remembering having a life. New Banri falls quickly in love with Koko, a brash, insecure, clingy, jealous girl. When he meets her, she's a stalker and she's after a guy he just met.

Yeah, I don't really get that either.

For a while, this new romance goes well. But the ghost of 'old Banri' is still around, and still in love with Linda - who happens to be going to the same college - and....that's a little bit weird.

Banri has actual, literal brain damage, as a result of actually literally hitting his head WAY too hard when he fell off that bridge. He forgets things (and events, and people) and remembers them, and he has no real control over what his mind is going to let him know or do at any given moment. This makes telling people what's wrong with him rather difficult, as that's a high-stress situation and high-stress situations tend to make the symptoms worse. A lot of the relationship drama in this anime boils down to him having a memory slip at a bad time, and people (who don't know it's genuine brain damage, or that he knew Linda before the accident and she actually KNOWS what's going on with him) misinterpreting what they see.

For the most part, this anime plays the ghost off as basically a persona in Banri's subconscious; there, just not remembered. But where the anime gets a bit odd is when it starts treating the ghost as a separate soul, and not just a soul but an angry spirit. The ghost is able to put people to sleep, for example. Create storms where none were predicted. And, at the very end, manifest such that people other than Banri can see it. And then it goes off into the light, which leaves one wondering just who (or what) the hell 'new Banri' is - if there's a second soul in there, or if the ghost is right and Koko's in love with a 'soulless husk' (he's a remarkably empathic soulless husk if so), or just what the hell has happened here.

This is where I say the anime kinda screws up the ending. Oh, it's neatly tied up with a bow, in the end - Linda confesses to the ghost, the ghost takes that confession and Goes Into The Light, leaving new!Banri with Koko and Linda free to love the guy Koko was initially stalking, but ...well. It kind of comes off to me as the writers realizing that they'd done a bit too good a job portraying the brain damage and realizing that really there isn't a quick or easy fix, and in reality Koko would probably need Linda's help for maybe years to come as Banri worked through it all, and deciding that wouldn't be a good show so here, have a magic ghost.

It's a pretty good series in terms of the more mundane aspects - dealing with brain trauma, for example. Or going away to college. It's just the way they combine that gets a little weird.

I'd give it maybe a seven out of ten. Worth a watch, maybe not worth it to own.

#golden time #anime review

[violetlunette]

So I've asked about character your meh on like Shinsou, but who are some of your faves?

Well, since you asked!

My favorites are All Might, Aizawa, and Present Mic.

These three are tied for #1. I love them all differently but the same.

All Might: First off, All Might is adorable. He may be conventionally attractive, but he’s still a sweet sunflower man that I adore. I don’t care that he looks like a skeleton or a nutcracker in his Small Might form, and looks a bit weird in his Big Might form, he’s cute! And that cuteness all comes from his personality.

He’s sweet, kind, gentle, loving, and genuine in all that he does. All Might treats everyone he meets with kindness and respect—minus a select few—while showing honest appreciation. Despite all his wonderful qualities though, he’s not perfect. He’s too self-sacrificing, he can’t always read people properly, and as a teacher, he made more than a few mistakes. But he doesn’t give up; he admits when he screwed up and takes steps to get better. This brings me to his arc;

For all the crap I give the story about Bakagou’s arc, I adore the detail and attention to All Might’s. He started out as nobody and became the most notable and powerful hero in the world—now he’s losing his power and going back to being a “nobody.” Instead of killing All Might—like most mentors—the story gives All Might a new chapter with new challenges to overcome. His time as a hero is over, and he can’t do what he did before, but All Might still has a purpose, and he can still help. He can pass along his knowledge, he can support others, he can use his All Might brain to help.

That’s another thing I love, All Might isn’t just a dumb “himbo.” He’s got muscles, but he’s got brains too. Big brains that he puts to use helping people. He’s not kind because he’s naive or ignorant, he’s kind because he chooses to be. And uses his brains to find value in all his fellow heroes, like Present Mic; Mic is a hero who gets zero respect despite being great at what he does. All Might sees the effort in what he does as an entertainment hero and genuinely admires Mic for it.

He’s also very funny. Despite having the weight of the world on his back like Atlas, he’s not all gloom and doom, in fact, he’s a very cheerful person with a good sense of humor. I also like how he’s not “innocent.” He’s nice, but he swears, he’s mischievous, he’ll tease people, and if pushed too far, he’ll kick ass.

I could go on, but I got two other characters to talk about. All Might is someone who could have been ruined so badly, but the story put the work needed into him, and I appreciate it.

Aizawa: I’ve talked about Zawa here;

Hizashi Yamada: Hizashi is someone who surprised me with how much I relate to him. At first, he was just someone everyone paired with Aizawa, but then I looked into his character and saw a lot of things I relate to. At first, we see that he has a wild and eccentric personality that’s extremely flamboyant. However, throughout the story, we see that while Mic is energetic, and a bit loud, a lot is going on in his head. He has deep emotions, but they’re pushed under a mask. He’s also the one more willing to confront hard truths such as there being a traitor in their mitts (not that anyone was willing to listen to him). He’s a loyal friend, and I wish we had more moments where someone—anyone at this point—would return the favor. I think there was only one moment in the entire series where someone asked if he was okay and only two—maybe three moments where anyone showed concern for him.

He’s a bit of a mystery with the real Hizashi hiding so well under Present Mic. I like watching his character trying to figure out who he is. In a way, he’s a puzzle, and there are things that pull me towards him that even I don’t know.

#my thoughts #all might #bnha #mha #present mic #yamada hizashi #hizashi yamada #aizawa shouta #eraserhead #toshinori yagi #yagi toshinori #thanks for the ask!

[beann-e]

Haikyuu! Characters reacting to their s/o Fighting for them

Also i’m taking request !! go put something in the box :4

Tendou

he would enjoy it so much like he’d have a full on conversation while your doing it. He’d even start hyping you up In the back because he knows that’s all it takes to fuel your fire.

Only for you to find out the person who was hitting on him wasn’t talking about him but was talking about another guy and tendou only made it seem like they were so he could piss you off because he finds it so hot when your upset

Your eyes went pointed to the scene in front of you when you walked down from the bleachers. Feet heavy on the ground as you tried to contain your anger.

How did this chick get down here faster than you and why the hell was she talking to your boyfriend once again faster than you ?

You steps slowed as you walked up to them hoping to hear a little bit of the conversation “ yeah I thought it was really hot and I just wanted to say wow up close and personal y’know “

Your eyes widened hot ?

what the hell did she think was hot ?

“ I was uh I was up in the stands and I was honestly a little bit intimidated to come down here and talk to anyone actually —in the first place “ she laughed clutching her bag a little tighter when your boyfriend licked his lips before his teeth came down to nibble on his bottom one lightly, eyes feigning innocence as he listened to her “ especially you so this is like a big milestone for me “

you watched as your boyfriend smiled softly “ yeah I get it — really i’d be the exact same way with a crush I wouldn’t know how to act or even how to talk to them i’ve actually been there before so “

good good you thought praising tendou in your head at the fact that he was trying to slowly bring up the fact that he had a s/o. clapping for him in your head for trying to let the girl in front of him down easily

your body darting to hide behind a group of teenagers when you saw your boyfriends eyes lift up from the girl and look around as if he was checking for someone he must have been wondering where you were. breathing out a sigh of relief that he turned to look over your way too slowly only missing you by a second

“ oh really I assumed that— “

“ no no your good i’m not saying it in that way “

your face dropped ‘in what way ? ‘

“ I understand the fear of talking to your crush but trust me “ he nodded his head towards the girl In front him before he took a sip of water and smiled down on her “ you’ve got no reason to be nervous i’m right her—“

“ hi “ you waved steps quick on the floor beneath you and voice loud to show your presence “ yes y— yes you do “ you laughed reaching your hand out to shake the girls own in front of you

“ i’m y/n — the s/o— of 3 years —is there ? is there anything wrong did something happen to where he needed an emergency check up or something ? “

the sarcasm in your voice making your boyfriend smirk to himself at the way you just jumped into the situation all to protect your relationship it made him feel secure, happy even

it made him in a way feel greedy

your head coming up to look at tendou as you snaked an arm around his waist like he’d done to you in similar situations. Your other one moving to place itself on his chest “ babe are you ok ? are you hurt ? how badly to call a stranger over here ? “

“ baby no nothing like that she just wanted to congratulate me“ he locked eyes with you the slight smirk he still wore ignored by you due to anger at the drama unfolding before you and his next statement. His words coming out soft and sweet though they were meant to encourage his evil agenda “ before you “

“i’m sorry I wasn’t down here to congratulate him on his win so he must have looked lonely “

you shook your head in sadness at the girl “ and open but “ you smiled “ no he’s not—I understand the confusion you must be going through right now but its just miscommunication from your classmates—which leads me to wonder—please tell me what’s your name ? i’ve never seen you before and I bet your not aware of who I am either so introductions could help both of us out here “

“ oh uh i’m niccolo” the girl shook her head softly and wearily as you pulled back quickly

“ mm niccolo— niccolo “ you spoke rubbing the same hand youd just shook niccolos with down your shirt causing your boyfriend to smile to himself and his eyebrows to raise at all the knowing looks from his teammates about the shit storm he’d just put into motion as he planted a small innocent kiss to your forehead while winking to his teammates behind you

“ never heard of it you must be a first year ? “ your boyfriends head shook slightly as he looked to the floor thinking about how that might have been a little bit rude considering she was just a young girl maybe 16 at most.

His mind rolling with thoughts of maybe cutting the game he was playing short because of her age only for him to side eye you and take a sip from his water bottle again ‘ nah they’ve got it ‘

“ oh y-yes i’m new here—i’ve taken the phrase first year a bit too literal “ she joked smile seeming to be forced her hands twitching in nervousness

“ mm — I never would’ve thought “ you spoke sarcastically. Almost every first year knew not to talk to tendou after a game not unless you were down there already.

The both of you had established that as soon as the game is over your the only person who gets to say congratulations to him first since he explained that it means more to him to know that you’ll always be there no matter what he does

no matter if he wins or loses he’ll get to walk off that court and the first thing he sees is the person he loves most with their hands out waiting for a hug. he’s told you that in the moment he wants to feel like your the only one watching because it’s a private game played for you because he believes your so lucky to get to see your smoking hot boyfriend do blocks.

“ oh thank you no ones ever told me that I look older before may I ask why you thin— “

“ because your dum— “

“ haha um “ tendou stretched before speaking again “ because your just really pretty for a first year “ your body went rigid you almost felt like you couldn’t feel anything not even the heat that was radiating off your body

“ aw thank you so much that means a lot y/n was it? “ she smiled genuinely before laughing “ tendous so nice i’m really glad I came down here first before y’know all the fangirls came down “

she shook her head “ y’know I actually got scared because I thought you were one — I was like ahhhh here comes one of those scary stalker girls “ she laughed “ tendou was telling me not to be afraid since he knew you but I was telling him to be careful when talking to people like you —- once again I thought you were a fan girl so I mean you can’t blame me right?”

Yeah she was screwed this had went too far he was too late

“ y/n “ his voice was warning but you waved him off listening to the girl in front of you her voice sounding so confident and honest believing in everything she was saying. Voice pouring through and mouth still moving almost as if she had no filter

she looked to her feet “I doubt any of them would even have a chance with tendou though because— “

your body roared as she explained her reasoning.

You were only feeling this angry at her words because not only did she call you a tendou fangirl but she explained that even if you were one you would have no chance with him even though that’s actually how you two started dating.

Then for her to turn around and rub it in your face how she got downstairs before you oh god you were gonna have a field day with this little twerp if you didn’t find a way to put her in her place respectfully

“ hey um tendou do you think me and my fellow fan girl here can have some alone time just a small chat “

“ oh wow i’ve never had one of those before “ she smiled as tendou stood still wondering if he’d done the right thing by encouraging all of this or if he should just drop it or maybe even sit down and enjoy it

looking down at you cautiously a slight smirk on his face thinking about your face when he would get the chance to you the truth of the situation but only for it to drop as the girl across from him stole his attention away from you causing him to perk up a bit honestly surprised that she spoke again

Was she suicidal or ?

“ I think he may not be leaving because he isn’t comfortable with you yet—he told me earlier that we could be best friends so , he may listen to me more “ she smiled “ tendou I wanna talk to um —y/n so could you maybe give us some time alone —“ her smiling wider almost as if happy to call him her friend —before speaking “ I wanted to help you out “

‘ holy shit she’s testing my patience’

tendous loud laugh ripped through the gym as he grabbed goshiki and turned the both of them around to walk off words heavy and holding meaning “ yeah I know em’ —I know em’ real well physically and mentally trust me your going to have a bestie number two soon enough “

you watched as your boyfriend went to sit on the bench talking softly with goshiki as he put his hands in his pants pockets not paying attention to you two anymore

“ so wha— “

“ look “ you smiled “ i’m gonna be real sweet about this so we can tie this up in a neat little bow “ you pointed towards tendou

“ ‘m not a fan anymore he’s my boyfriend — we’ve been dating for 3 years now ever since we were first years. I met him through a fan club because he saw the art I drew for their game posters and enjoyed it. I told him I liked how passionate he was about something and how he had his own thing and did it in his own unique way that worked for him and then boom we ended up getting closer—closer then need be sometimes “

you sighed as you moved to close the conversation out “ look just please — I understand your a first year you may not know and that’s ok but ; me and my boyfriend like for me to be the first one who gives him a congratulations at the end of a match he never talks to anyone except his team until I do it — he says it’s like reassurance tht he’s doing good he’s had some stuff happen in the past that just — he needs praise and reminders that he’s doing good with his sport and I supply that he doesn’t want it from anyone else and I don’t want anyone else to give it “

you looked to the girl with sympathy in your eyes hoping you didn’t hurt her feelings she really was just a young kid “ it’s ok to have a crush I had one we all do at a point in our lives but right now your hitting on someone in a secure relationship ok ? start asking first please just to be safe in your future years “

her eyes went wide as she moved to speak “ mm I guess I was wrong “

you shook your head “ wrong ? excuse me for not understanding but wrong how“

“ I uh I assumed you weren’t one of those fan girls and I was wrong I did not mean to get in between your weird obsession just please do not harm him or anything like you guys tend to do “

your body blazed eyes lit up in a hard stare at everyone who now turned to face you hearing the girls loud words

“ again with the fan shit “

“ that is what you guys are called I will not call you his s/o if he does not know you “

“ HES MY BOYFRIEND YOU ASSHOLE “

“ wh— “

“ I tried to be nice to you but your not accepting it it’s like you want me to scream at you “

“ yeah babe she totally does “ tendous smile spreading slowly across his face at the way your hips moved to work with your mouth in showing off your evident pissed off mood

“ I know “ you screamed “ she just wants to make this harder for me “

“ duh “ his tongue coming out to swipe across his bottom lip eyes falling down to your hands that were clenched so tightly in anger waving around widely your pissed off expression sending heat traveling across his body

“ you have a child’s crush on him and I keep telling you I don’t mind but I explained to you to just be respectful and then you go and disrespect me again“

“ they are very lenient when it comes to crushes on me “

“ thank you baby —I try not to be rude because I myself was once a fan in a club for the team so trust me I understand but everyone is usually respectful I don’t understand how you “

“ she’s just a first year babe you have to explain it to her more “ he smiled thinking up a new way to see how far you would go for him “ like in depth “

“ I DID “

“ no baby you gotta get rough with her “

you turned with your eyebrows furrowed “ like fight “

he smirked at you body shaking at the way you whimpered out the words but moved to put your hair up anyways yet, again putting him first and your cloudy anger ridden mind second

god you were so hot whenever you showed everyone you’d do anything for him “ fuck — yeah baby your doing the right thing —don’t think about it too much “

you shook your head softly as you battled through it in your head tendou always knew how to get a rise out of you and how to make you do what he wanted you to more so for fun.

It didn’t take much for you to listen to him especially when you couldn’t think clearly because he was the only person there who cared for you and anything he did you knew would only be for his own entertainment purposes he’d never have you do anything bad or that put your safety at risk.

when you were angry —and had someone hyping you up and adding fuel onto the fire it was only 10x worse and tendou knew this

“ here y/n baby—let’s take this outside I don’t want you to get hurt by fighting in here come on you can do it out there “

“ tendou you asshole quit encouraging this shit“ semi whispered

“ I do not understand what is going on —i find myself with a loss of knowledge in this situation but I do feel as though tendou is in the wrong it is only a gut feeling “

the girl in front of you trembled at ushijimas voice—before looking to goshiki who held wide eyes as he waved to the girl hesitantly her eyes darting away and back to him eyebrows coming together as she looked around the gym embarrassed “ but he — he didn’t say anything about you—I didn’t know he didnt tell me “

“ wh—what babe — liar I call liar she’s lying baby — pleas— ow “

your head finally clearing up as you listened to his team talk about how much of a prick he was you reaching out and grabbing the top of his ear and bringing it down to your height while he screamed out in pain “ BECAUSE HES AN ASSHOLE “

“ hey baby I’m sorry i’m sorry but that’s — thats “ his hair went down to cover his face as he looked at you “ thats not cool “

“ I — I didn’t know “

“ but I told you twice “

“ and I — I haven’t had the best experienc— “ her bottom lip trembled before she took off crying when she met the young boys eyes behind her.

Goshiki shaking softly eyes lit up in confusion before he shook his head and pulled himself away from the embarrassing situation to run after her your boyfriend moving to wrap his arms around your waist from the back “ your so hot “

“ but I “

“ you were wrong though so I see looks don’t always pair up with smarts “

“ huh “

“ she wasn’t hitting on me “

“ but she “

“ she has a crush on goshiki this is her first time attending a volley’ game and she accidentally came down the wrong way so it landed her down here faster than everyone else”

your body stiffened “ she only ended up talking to me because I was going into the hallway towards the locker rooms when she for some reason was coming down the opposite way crying to me about how she was lost “

“ then you — you two were talking abo— “

“ she’s a bit fragile —- and she was explaining it and I saw how we were the same because she’s had a hard past too so she’s a bit wary around others—and hates confrontation due to drama at ‘er old school and she doesn’t know much of the people here because she’s a first year also she doesn’t talk much which kinda threw me off when she started having full conversations with you and trying her best to connect with you“ he shrugged “ must’ve thought you were cool —wanted to be your friend or some shit”

he smiled proudly at the fact that you could make people other than himself feel that comfortable around you him peppering kisses all around your face “ she was telling me how she thought goshiki was hot and when I brought up that I was his amazingly beautiful senpai she just wanted me to introduce her to him — she said she’s afraid of people and fangirls because she hasn’t had the best experiences with them she explained one time in middle school she got a bento box thrown at her because a guy from the volleyball team said hi to her “

your body immediately dropped “ you knew her whole life story and then some and let me embarrass myself “

“ well honestly you both did you just a bit more than her “

oikawa

he would praise you so much the whole time. He has fangirls and he loves when you show him why your more important than them. he loves for you to stop him and put them in their place while showing him his own.

He knows it’s not right to flirt with other girls but the excitement and pure happiness he gets when he watches you fight for him with such passion similar to his own for volley he loves it

“ oikawa ~~” A small voice called out before tucking a strand of hair behind their ear “ can we maybe get some photos ? “

holy shit it’s like everyday at this point

“ baby can I ? “

“ just go “ his eyes darted to the group before he looked back at you “ really —swear i’ll be right behind you pretty boy “

He smiled before running off to the group grabbing the pen someone held out for him and writing all over the billions of notepads girls waved in front of his face.

You knew it looked wrong for him to have a s/o and still entertain other girls or guys for that matter but, you knew oikawa. You knew exactly how he felt about them it wasn’t that he was interested or liked them it was that he liked their comments

he liked the attention.

He was someone who needed constant praise to feel like he was doing his best. Hearing all the cheers , all of the shouts of his name, seeing the signs and people that would come to games specifically for him only made him feel like he was human like he was real and talented—appreciated

You would never take that away from him you could never, when you two started dating you explained to him you knew how important his fans were to him and as long as he kept a certain line that couldn’t be crossed— that he would always come back to you. Everything would be ok.

You slowly walked up behind him leaving space for people to have a hard time differentiating if you were apart of the crowd or with him but you were still close enough to hear the whispers of how hot he was and honestly he was.

He had the muscles—the beautifully glowing skin that others around you two dreamed of and to put a topping on the cake he was still sporting his ruffled hair from his earlier game. He was your dream man and you were lucky to even be able to stare at him behind closed doors or at least that’s what he told you whenever you walked into his room.

“ oikawa-san “

“hmm “ he spoke staring down on the girl that reached out to grab his arm as he was turning to leave

“ could I talk to you please “

his eyes darted to find yours locking on them when he finally found them. His mouth now moving to mouth a question as you shook your head lightly you’d give him five more minutes he deserved it and you wanted him to feel like he’d done a good job at his game today ,which he really did do, him only going back to the girl in front of you two

“ oh well I really wanna — i’m supposed to —“ he sighed out before he collected himself “ I want to take my s/o home before it gets too late I don’t want them walking alone at night “

“ oh s/o “ her voice dropped as he shook his head up and down “ correct of 2 years “

“ oh my um congratulations— to many more to many more with many more “ she rushed out quickly reaching in her backpack

“ thank you our anniver— “

“ could we get a picture “

he sighed before his smile spread only growing into a fake one lips going tight on his face “ yes of course just one i’d like to get on the ro— “

His breathing stopped as he felt the girl next to him lay her lips on his. The click of the camera making his eyes go wide as he shook. Oikawa to most wasnt one who was as submissive as he was with you. He was a bit more ‘ manly ‘ to other people but around you he always fell into submission especially when he knew he fucked up

His eyes slowly moved to find yours that flaming as you stared down the girl in front of him . You leaning against the wall only making him feel a shiver move down his spine.

Had he fucked up that badly that you weren’t even moving.

He kept looking between you and the girl in front of him eyes trying to convey his thoughts as they screamed

‘ look y/n she’s still talking to me — at this point she’s fucking with me not the other way around ‘

His mind went blank as you walked over your face made up into a stoic one voice coming out monotoned devoid of annoyance or any feeling at all “ your lips must be magnets or some shit“

“ excuse me “

“ oh no it’s just that Insee you’ve put your lips on my boyfriend“ your eyes creased at the girl before looking up and down in curiosity “ so I was just wondering if your big mouth was hiding a magnet or something — anything really to explain why you would put your dirty ass mouth on my rather pristine boyfriend “

Pristine ? his body went upright standing a bit taller ‘ hell yeah i’m pristine keep em coming babe ‘

“ are you not going to apologize ? “

“ I uh “ her eyes went up into sadness and fear as the courage that once swirled through her left upon seeing your emotionless stare. She’d just kissed your boyfriend and you looked like you were walking dogs or doing an everyday house chore “ i’m sor—sorry “

“ oh not to me “ you let out a small head nod over to oikawa “ I meant him “

“ oh oh um yes “ she coughed before she made eye contact with oikawa whos eyes were creasing as he stared down on the frail girl before him

“ i’m sorry “

“ no go on take your time “

“ i apologize that “

“ really I know it’s hard to apologize to someone as pristine as me“ your boyfriend moved to nudge you softly “ isn’t that right y/n“ he spoke as he tried and failed to wink down at you

“ uh yeah babe um “ you shook your head as your eyebrows furrowed before you returned to your earlier self “ wait what oikawa stop playing and fix this shit “

“ oh uh “ he straightened himself up at your words “ what were you suppose to be saying again “

“ oh I just wanted to um “ she turned to make eye contact with you before jumping a bit and turning away squeaking out her words “ i’m sorry for hitting on you knowing that you had a s/o “

“ oh ok that’s it? ” his body sulked as he looked to the floor

“ that’s it ? — you don’t care that she hit on you asshole“ you slapping his arm harshly before he whimpered at the contact

“ what’s wrong baby “ your hand came up to rub his back and arm while he pouted turning away from the both of you

“ I just wanted her to she was sorry “

“ ‘kawa she did we can go home now “

“ no she didn’t say it the way I wanted her to “

your hands fell from him as you let out a huff of air before turning to the girl in front of you and moving to whisper in her ear as she sat confused unmoving In her spot before smiling softly and speaking uncomfortably and regretting her decision to ask the male out

“ oikawa “ she coughed his eyes looking over at her while still holding up his dramatic show “ I just wanted to say i’m sorry for hitting on your s/o’s “

Her eyebrows furrowed before she looked to you who was mouthing the words and shaking her head in an ok motion “ pretty boy —“ he perked up at the words “I will never hit on someone of your elegantly pure , flawlessly clean , stature ever again “

Yes he made her embarrass herself by asking for more kind uplifting words more so to make himself feel better than for you. All the while he enjoyed the praise he received from not only the person he loved but the person he didn’t.

#hq tendou #tendou x y/n #tendou x reader #tendou imagine #haikyuu tendou #tendou fluff #tendou satori #satori tendo x y/n #satori tendo x you #hq satori #satori x reader #haikyuu satori #oikawa toru x reader #oikawa scenarios #oikawa headcanons #oikawa imagine #oikawa x y/n #oikawa torū #oikawa tōru #oikawa hcs #haikyuu oikawa #oikawa x reader #haikyuu #haikyu x reader #haikyuu!! #toru oikawa x reader #toruu #oikawa toruu #hq angst #hq fluff

[yourtamaki]

tu me manques

kiba x f!reader

word count: 2.3k

warnings: established relationship, breeding kink, bunny as a nickname, mutual masturbation, fingering, creampie, scratching, marking, premature ejaculation, lactation kink mentioned but not featured

dedicated to: @onyxoverride

he was on you the moment he walked through the door. 

kiba had been away for weeks on a tracking mission. the target was better connected to the underground crime rings then they’d anticipated, disappearing in one country just to pop up in another. you’d resigned yourself to a long wait when a hastily written note from your husband came a few days after his departure explaining the situation. 

this was far from the first time you’d spent time apart but that didn’t make it any easier. your home was too quiet without him and akamaru and nothing you did could fill the silence. the nights were the worst, when you had only your too small fingers for company. nothing could ease the ache between your legs. kiba had ruined you long ago, ensuring that the only way you could find release was with his help. it made missions like these all the more torturous for you. 

you were getting ready for bed after another lonely day when you heard the front door slam open as though it had been kicked in. your body moved before your brain could catch up, grabbing a kunai from under your bed and clutching it in a shaky hand the way kiba had taught you. you were no shinobi by any means but he had refused to take any missions outside of the village until you could hold your own with a dagger. he had even entertained the idea of leaving akamaru behind just to protect you in his absence. you had shot down the idea but it brought tears to your eyes knowing kiba loved you so deeply, so much so that he’d go without his partner for you.  

as heavy footsteps drew near you steeled your nerves, all the lessons you’d learned flooding back in your mind. the bedroom door opened and you had only a moment to recognize who it was that just walked through before he was on you, kissing you with a ferocity that screamed kiba. you dropped the kunai in favour of bunching his jonin vest in your fists. he was home, he came back to you and you couldn’t stop from smiling into the kiss. you broke apart from each other only when your lungs started to ache, your hands trailing down his body in search of injuries.

“i just got here and you're already feeling me up, sweetheart?” 

“says you, you practically jumped me just now.” he took your wandering hand and placed it over his crotch, letting you feel his growing bulge. 

“i fucking missed you, baby. one look at you and you got me like this.” your face warmed as he used your hand to palm himself over his pants. his forwardness still managed to make you shy all these years later. “i can see you squeezing those thighs together, you miss me too? gonna let me take care of us both?” 

“y-yes please i missed you so much.” there was more you wanted to say, to ask about his mission, his well-being but it was lost as you both began to pull your clothes off between rough kisses, stumbling naked backwards into bed. 

“yeah? did you miss me or this?” he growled as he bit into your neck, leaving a stinging path in his wake and grinding his length against your already glistening folds. 

“both, kiba ‘m so empty it hurts.” you whined when he pulled away, sitting back on his heels and gripping the base of his cock. 

“show me how my baby took care of herself while i was gone. can you do that for me, bunny?” the nickname never failed to make you clench around nothing but it was the sheer desperation in his voice that urged you to do as he asked despite the shyness that crept in the corner of your mind. a hand drifted between your legs and began rubbing small circles on your clit. there was a bit of relief but you couldn’t help but let out an irritated groan, eyes closed shut in concentration. it felt nothing like when kiba touched you, when he played with your pussy and had you seeing stars from his fingers alone. it was made all the more worse knowing he was so close and still not touching you. you couldn’t mimic him no matter how hard you tried and tears of frustration pricked the corner of your eyes. 

“kiba help me ‘s not enough.” you glanced at him through wet eyelashes and felt your whole body flush at the sight of him stroking his drooling cock, eyes glued to your wet cunt. 

“don’t even know how to touch yourself right, do you? that’s okay baby that’s why this is my cunt, huh? only i know how to treat it right.” 

with that he batted your hand away, replacing it with his own and your hips lifted off the bed as he slid one long digit inside you that reached deeper than yours ever could, slick from your arousal and his. he kept two nails blunt just to always get a chance to pump and curl them inside you. a swell of adoration rose in you knowing he’d been thoughtful enough to shorten them before coming home despite being tired from his mission. “you’re so tight, bunny. how’re you gonna take me when i can barely fit a finger in?” 

he ignored your babbling about how you didn’t care, you wanted him now and pushed a second finger inside you, slowly scissoring you open. no one in the village would put kiba and patient in the same sentence yet when it came to prepping you he always took his time. his care for you never dulled no matter how much he wanted to fuck himself dumb with your cunt. he’d neglect his own want that hung heavy between his legs until he was sure you wouldn’t feel an ounce of discomfort and you loved him all the more for it. you swallowed down your impatience and did your best to relax for him, keeping your legs spread as wide as you could. 

“good girl.” he pulled his fingers from you and spat on your pussy before you could whimper at the loss of contact, laughing at how you jolted at the sensation. he lined himself up with your entrance, running his blunt tip along your folds and smearing the spit over your clit. “deep breath, baby.”

that was all the warning you got before he buried his thick cock inside you in one stroke, your mouth falling open as an orgasm tore through you when he bottomed out. all the prep had left you more sensitive then you realized and kiba rocked his hips against yours, grinding against your clit to help you ride out your high. kiba watched you with a wild light dancing behind his eyes and he threw your legs over his shoulder as he waited for you to adjust to him, turning his head slightly to nip at your calf.  

“so fucking pretty. you missed me that bad that you cum as soon as i’m inside you?”

“please move, baby. please.” you whispered as the ringing faded from your ears and kiba was pounding away at you a moment later, heavy balls slapping against your ass almost as loud as the squelch that came from where you were connected. but with kiba’s hot pants in the shell of your ear, you could hear him clear as day over it all.

“fuck you take me so well don’t you? this sloppy cunt sucking me in. this is all i fucking thought about the whole damn mission, princess. fucking your pretty little pussy the way you deserve. gonna let me do that? gonna let me make up for all that lost time? wanna hear you say it, bunny.”

“please!” you could feel your thoughts slipping from your head with every harsh thrust, so full it was impossible for him not to hit every sensitive spot, but you fought to do as he said. “need you so bad kiba, i hate when you’re gone.” 

his hips slowed to a stop as he captured your lips in a messy, desperate kiss that had him licking the roof of your mouth and sucking on your bottom lip before pulling away. “when we finally caught the bastard, i wanted to gut him for keeping me away from you for so long. nearly did until shika got his shadows on me. i hated thinking of you alone in this damn house.”

his words rang in your head for a moment, thoughts swirling so fast you almost didn’t realize what conclusion you came to until you’re blurting out, “i don’t… have to be alone.” 

“you know i’d stay in the village if i could, love but-”

“no, i know i meant…” you trailed off, searching for the right words for the sudden intense desire that overtook you. “you could leave someone here with me.”

kiba cocked his head in confusion. “i thought you said it’s a bad idea leaving akamaru here.” 

“not akamaru.” you said with a whisper. “a baby.”

his cock twitched so hard inside you your hips bucked up instinctively to meet his before he pinned you down, settling more of his weight on you. “wa-wait fuck i almost came don’t do that.” 

this isn’t how you thought you’d be having this conversation, with kiba balls deep inside you but it didn’t take away from how badly you wanted this. it felt right, expanding your family to include a little one. someone to ease the deathly silence when your husband was gone. someone to pour all the love and care and attention you housed that would wither away otherwise. 

“kiba.” you said, cupping his face so his wide eyes met yours and smoothing your thumbs over his clan marks. “i want your babies.”

his eyes screwed shut as a familiar warmth spilled deep inside you, his hips stuttering weakly once, twice before he let out a low groan. a bubble of laughter escaped before you could stop it, half giddy that he liked the idea as much as you and half genuine amusement that he came from the thought alone. the sound died in your throat just as fast as it came as kiba levelled a glare at you. 

“you don’t think we’re done, do you?” 

he untangled himself from you, cock slipping out with a lewd pop and heat bloomed across your face and down your chest when you saw how hard he was despite just emptying himself, soaked in both your cum and his. you let out a squeak as kiba began to manhandle you in a way he’s only done when he’s truly worked up, rotating your body to face the edge of the bed and setting you up on your hands and knees. 

“if i’m gonna breed you, bunny, i’m gonna do it the right way.” the word sent a thrill shooting down your spine, stoking the fire in your belly. “oh look at you squirming. you like that, huh? already got cum dripping out of you and you still want more?” 

you looked back and nodded eagerly, nearly delirious with need. “wanna be filled up so bad, kiba please. fuck me till ‘m full.” 

he settled between your legs, using his tip to collect some of the cum that had leaked down your thigh and pushed it back into your sopping hole. kiba had been rough with you before but never like this and you craved more every time his hips pressed flush to yours, fat balls slapping your clit so hard it made your eyes roll back and drool escape the corners of your mouth. you felt him settle over your back, both hands reaching around to grope at your chest. 

“can’t wait till these get nice and heavy.” he pinched and rolled your nipples, playing with them the way he knew you liked best. “i’ll help you out when they hurt, bunny. suck you dry if you want.”

you didn’t recognize the sound you make, a cross between a scream as he battered against that soft spot inside you that had black spots bounce across your vision and a moan at the delicious image kiba conjured in your mind. you wanted to tell him that yes, you would like that very much please and thank you but then he was straightening back up, sharp nails digging into the flesh of your hips so deep you knew you’d wake up with throbbing scratches littered on you as a reminder of tonight. he fucked you with enough force to push you further and further off the bed with every thrust. your hands shot out to brace yourself against the floor when your torso left the bed and still kiba pounded away at your poor cunt, the same intense, single minded focus he used during missions to catch his prey now targeted at you. 

“cum for me, sweetheart. cum so i can fuck you full of my babies.” 

your arms gave out as the coil in your gut snapped, letting out a strangled cry of his name. before you could crumble in a heap on the floor, kiba wrapped a burly arm around you, keeping you pressed to him with ease, thrusts never slowing. 

“good girl. ‘m gonna fill you up nice and deep, bunny. gonna give you everything you fucking deserve. as many kids as you want a whole fucking litter i love you i love you shit-!”

you were sure he’d somehow cum more this time, endless heat spilling inside you. kiba was slow to stop his hips, making sure to fuck his cum as deep inside you as he could before he stilled, softening cock still buried within you. you waited for you both to catch your breath before groaning at the uncomfortable position. 

“pull me up, baby.” 

“let gravity do its thing. i wanna get you pregnant first try.” 

“but if you don’t, that just means we have to keep trying till it takes.” 

you could feel his smile when he pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “you’re a smart one, aren't you? knew there was a reason i married you.” 

“just one?”  

“i’ve got all night to tell you the others.”

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Lavender Lace

Pairings: Tom Holland x Femdom!Reader

Summary: Edging Tom (no plot whatsoever which is super rare here cause I’m a slut for plot)

Warnings: Edging (male receiving), unprotected sex (because it’s a fic and there is no pregnancy or STD’s unless I say lol), Dom!Reader-Sub!Tom, Creampie, Cockwarming, Reader doesn’t cum (sorry)

Word Count: 1860

A/N: I wrote most of this on my phone so I’m sorry if there are any words that autocorrect changed. I looked through and changed the ones I saw but just in case I missed any, my apologies!

Part 2 out now!

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Tom lied on the bed, hands tied up above his head to the bed frame. His beautiful body was on full display against the sheets, small freckles adorning his taut skin. A glistening layer of sweat made every dip and rise of his body shine deliciously, his defined muscles exaggerated by the light shining off it. His chest heaved up and down as he attempted to calm himself down yet again and his biceps flexed as he pulled against his restraints. “Fuck! Please, please please…” His voice was broken and desperate- but not quite desperate enough.

“Awe, Tommy. You’re doing so well,” you cooed, rubbing your hand lovingly across his firm thigh, “But I think you can go a little longer.“

Tom groaned in frustration, his cock already painfully hard and leaking precum. He hissed and bucked up into your hand when your hand went back down to pump his impressive length. Your hand glided up and down, adding a twist at the top around the tip. “Please-”

You stopped your movement but kept your hand still on his member, shaking your head, “No cumming until I say.” You chided, voice gentle in stark contrast to the torture you’d been putting him through for the last hour. Tom’s hips bucked upwards again, desperate for release, making you chuckle, “Look at you. So handsome. So desperate.” After a few moments, his breathing calmed down and your fingers circled feather light across his pelvis and down over his thighs, “Let’s get you a little more desperate.”

Tom shook his head, “I need to cum. Please, please let me!”

You almost felt bad for your boyfriend. He looked almost in pain and you really did want to please him more than anything but you also knew that he loved this torture. If he really wanted you to stop, he only had to say the safe word. That weird simple little word had yet to leave his lips, which meant the fun could go on, guilt free.

Your middle finger circled his tip, so agonizingly light that he couldn’t tell if you were there or his brain was just creating sensations to cope with the torture. “Just a few more, love. Think of how good it will feel when you finally get to cum.” With that, you licked a long, slow stripe up the underside of his length before taking only his tip into your mouth and swirling your tongue, lapping up the abundant pre-cum that had been practically pouring out at this point.

Tom pulled at his hand restraints aggressively, “Agh!” He almost screamed out as you brought him to the edge yet again with only small kitten licks to his tip while you stroked his shift with your hand. Tom was so painfully close, it only took mere seconds before he was crying out again.

“I’m gonna cum!” He warned and you took your hand off completely, causing him to cry out. You crawled up his body, kissing a line up along the way. You made sure that his cock rubbed through the valley of your breasts, concealed by a lacey lavender push up bra that did wonders for your chest. When you made your way to his lips, you straddled his waist, just above where he needed you most, and kissed his lips.

“What number was that?” You whispered lightly into his ear.

His eyes opened to find yours only mere inches away and he could have cried. You looked beautiful. Sultry, sexy, confident. Tom, on the other hand, appeared to be a few seconds from tears. His big beautiful chocolate eyes were practically black, pupils blown so wide they nearly overwhelmed his entire irises. His brown curls stuck to his forehead from where he’d attempted to desperately bury his head in the pillows. “Nine.” Tom managed barely, only able to focus on the intense pressure between his legs.

You kissed him again, lifting yourself off him just enough to move the thin fabric of your thong aside before sitting back down, his length sliding between your slick folds as you rocked your hips.

“Fuck!” He hissed out, eyes screwed shut. He had already been so close that this alone almost sent him over the edge.

Your nails scratched lightly over his chest as your ground on him. You moaned a little when his head bumped your clit as he passed through your folds, so close to finally being inside you. “You’ve been such a good boy, Tommy. Where do you want to cum?” You asked, reaching over his head to untie the scarf you’d had him bound by. Immediately, his hands were on your hips.

He timidly asked, “Inside you?” Even after all these years together and the fact you were on birth control, it was still a request he felt weird making.

You smiled against his skin as you licked up his neck, still moving your hips against him, “You can cum inside me when I hit ten, understand?”

“I don’t think I’ll make it. I’m already s-so close.” Tom stuttered when he felt the tip of his cock finally slide into your warmth.

You squeezed your walls around him, just to torture him a little more, “You’re gonna have to, love. If you cum before I say, I’m gonna have to stop and ruin it.”

A genuine look of fear ran through Tom’s eyes and you knew he’d behave for you. He wanted this - nay, needed this - so badly. You began to bounce on his length, his cock rubbing against every wonderful spot inside you. Your hands came to your breasts, palming them through the thick fabric of your bra. “One.”

Tom’s hands struggled to stay on your hips, knowing you might edge him longer if he stepped out of line, “Let me touch you.” He begged and you only nodded, reaching for his hands and placing them on your breasts. He pulled the fabric down and raked his nails gently over your nipples, making you breathe out in pleasure.

“Two,” You moaned out, “Three.” You kept bouncing and you could feel him twitch inside you. “Four. Five.”

“I’m not gonna make it. I’m so close.” Tom was almost crying, legs struggling to stay still as he used every ounce of willpower to not let go here and no. He was so close, all it would take was a millisecond of losing concentration to snap.

You slowed down and just sat on him yet again, not moving but clenching your walls around his aching member and he audibly whined, “You’re gonna make it or I’m gonna get off and leave you writhing on the bed. Then you can watch while I finish myself off. That what you want?”

He shook his head aggressively, his hands moving back down to your hips to keep you in place, “No, no, no! I’ll make it to ten!” You noted the movement of his hands and maybe if he hadn’t been so well behaved all this time, you would have punished him a little more for trying to take control but you could see in his eyes how painfully desperate he was, how hard he was trying to be good. You wouldn’t punish him for it - this time.

“Good.” You began to swivel your hips, just like you knew he loved it and he threw his head back into the pillows, eyes shut tight as he struggled to keep his composure. “Six. Seven.” You reached down and ran your thumb gently across his cheek where an actual tear slid down, still moving on his cock, still drawing this out, “Eyes open, love.” Tom struggled to comply, knowing that one of the only things keeping him from busting right this second was trying to take his mind anywhere but this situation. Seeing you looking so damn sexy bouncing on his cock was sure to send him over. But he managed to pry his lids open and lock eyes with your blown out orbs. You bit your lip and smiled, “You’re doing such a good job. Eight.”

“Shit!” A broken moan tumbled from his lips as he flexed every muscle in his body to keep it at bay. He was gonna snap and there was nothing he could do about it, especially at this painfully slow pace you’d been counting at.

“Nine.”

Tom’s heart raced as he waited for that last number, that last bit of permission before you would let him finally release. He didn’t think he’d ever been this painfully hard and it made him look back at every other time he ever thought he had blue balls and smack his past self. He had no idea what it was like to be this achingly close. “Please, please-”

“Ten. Cum for me baby.” You finally allowed, raking your fingers down his body, making sure to graze over his nipples.

The orgasm hit him like a semi, crashing into across his body hard and fast the very moment you permitted it. “Agh! Fucking hell!”! He was nearly sobbing, his hands squeezing tightly into your hips and bouncing you up and down at just the right pace. Again, something you let slide. He had just been so good for you, he deserved it. His seed shot deep into you, warm and overflowing and waves of pleasure just kept coming. Tom didn’t think he’d ever cum this hard or long in his life, himself surprised when more and more hot ribbons seemed to just. Keep. coming.

Finally, he slowed down, arms slackening weakly against your thighs as he came down from his high. He was still sheathed inside you, his seed leaking out around his cock, down his cock and along your inner thighs. You had never been so full and you didn’t want it to end. You leaned forward, coming to lay on his chest, head in the crook of his neck. When you moved, your walls instinctively fluttered around his sensitive cock and Tom hissed, his grip suddenly tightening on you as the stimulation became too much.

Once you had positioned yourself comfortably on his chest, he wrapped an arm around your body, rubbing large stripes up and down your side. You twirled his hair in your fingers and listened to his wrecked breathing with a bit of pride knowing you made him feel this good. “You did so good for me, Tommy.”

He sighed heavily, “Thank you.” You giggled a little, knowing his brain was still moving a little slow. He wasn’t thanking you for the compliment- he was thanking you for finally letting him cum.

“Wasn’t too much?” You asked, hoping you didn’t go overboard. Logically, you knew he’d use the safe word if it was too much but you just wanted to be sure you hadn’t gotten a little too lost in the power.

Tom shook his head with a chuckle, pulling you closer into his body, hissing yet again when your heat shifted around his overstimulated softening length. “Just right. Any more and I might have died, though.”

You both laughed at his joke before you cooed in his ear, “Oh, love, you can take it. We’ll just have to break your record next time.”

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