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[chenziee]

Protect her right

My piece for @opdilfzine!! So honoured to have been able to work on this amazing project with so many talented people <3 Aftersales are open right now but stuff is disapprearing really fast so don't hesitate to check it out!

I wrote two more fics for the digital add-on that i'm excited to share soon as well!! :D

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Making his way through the snow-covered lands of Ringo with fried tofu in hand, Kawamatsu the Kappa couldn’t help but remember the last time he had walked this same path. Back then, he couldn’t appreciate how pretty the winter region looked with its small shrines and toriis, snow sparkling in the sun above.

Thirteen years ago, he was looking only at his feet, searching for a place to rest for the final time. He had ignored the way Sotomuso cried at his waist, the blade knowing its master was ready to atone for his failure, yet unable to do anything.

It was a twist of fate that had brought him to the eternal graves just as the graverobbers had attacked Onimaru. He truly owed the flame-fox—and ironically, the robbers—his life.

Kawamatsu wasn’t expecting Onimaru to still be waiting for him… but he hoped he was doing well despite having been left alone.

He looked up at the sound of steel clashing together. Fighting on the Bandit’s Bridge… that brought back memories. The thought of Gyukimaru and Onimaru protecting the graveyard just beyond—it made Kawamatsu smile.

But, looking at the warrior monk and samurai crossing blades, it didn’t seem like the same scene from years before. His hand closed around Sotomuso’s hilt—the blade’s presence familiar as if it had never left his side—and slowly pulled it out of its scabbard.

“Cease this fight!” he called, throwing Sotomuso towards the battle that lacked any bloodlust.

He only huffed when the samurai stopped the shirasaya as if it were nothing before throwing the blade back. It was reassuring, seeing that the Land of Wano wasn’t completely void of capable samurai after all these years.

A laugh bubbled out of his chest as he caught Sotomuso in his hand once more. “What do I find here? A samurai and a monk, doing battle in this remote place? Yet neither of you is trying to kill the other. A curious sight!”

“Kawamatsu?!” a woman’s voice cried out then. “Is that you?!”

Kawamatsu frowned, his gaze turning in the direction the voice had come from—a young woman hiding behind a tree; her hair long and turquoise in colour, her features soft and pretty, her eyes wide with shock where she stared right at Kawamatsu.

The samurai felt a pang of nostalgia looking at her… but why?

“How do you know my name?” he asked.

Tears appeared in the woman’s eyes when she covered her mouth. “Kawamatsu!” she gasped, taking a step forward, then another, and another. Soon, she was rushing towards him; as soon as she was close enough, she buried her face in Kawamatsu’s chest, her shoulders shaking as she clutched at the fabric of his kimono.

Kawamatsu wasn’t sure what to do. Just who was this person? He had been in prison for thirteen years. If she had known him before… she had to have been quite young.

There was only one young girl who knew him well enough.

Kawamatsu’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open, heart beating fast in his chest. He gulped heavily, his hands coming to gingerly touch the woman’s trembling shoulders.

“Don’t tell me—” he paused, taking a deep breath. “Don’t tell me you’re… Hiyori-sama?”

Immediately, the woman lifted her head. She looked up at him with big eyes that glistened with unshed tears, her lips stretched into a bright smile. “Yes! I’m so happy to see you safe!”

The moment he looked into those eyes, it was like he was thrown back in time.

Suddenly, he was back at Oden Castle with tiny hands clutching at his webbed fingers as the little human girl learned to walk. A smile spreading on his face in response to the adorable grin she would give him any time he’d accept one of her lovingly folded origami creations—a ball, a crane, a fox, or even just a simple boat.

He could almost hear a shamisen playing, the song clumsy and slow, the instrument a little too big for the four year old thrumming at its strings with utmost focus. Even while she was still learning, the melody was already so beautiful. Kawamatsu wondered… How sweet would it sound today?

“Hiyori-sama…” Kawamatsu breathed, barely audible. “To see you alive and well is the greatest gift I could imagine.”

The fists clutching at his kimono tightened momentarily at his words while the Princess buried her face in the fabric, a sob escaping her. “I’m sorry!” she cried. “I’m so sorry for running away!”

With every tearful word from her, Kawamatsu felt the weight that had been resting on his shoulders for the past 13 years lifting little by little. He couldn’t believe how terribly kind Hiyori-sama was even at such a young age—to leave all for fear of her retainer going hungry. A kind of warmth gathered in Kawamatsu’s chest, spreading throughout his body to the very tips of his fingers. He barely felt the chill of the wind blowing past them anymore.

Just to see Hiyori-sama again, grown up into such a wonderful, kind young lady—

Deciding to stay alive for all those years, eating every disgusting, poisonous fish thrown his way… it was all worth it just for that.

He had failed to keep her safe once before.

This time, he was not going to make the same mistake.

No matter how many of Orochi’s or Kaido’s men came after them, no matter how little food he would be able to find, this time…

This time, he was going to protect her right.

And he was going to start with taking Kaido down along with the rest of the Kozuki samurai.

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Kawamatsu wasn’t sure how long he had been sitting at the edges of the ongoing festival, simply watching the crowds celebrate the fall of Orochi and Kaido’s tyrannical rule. He could hardly believe it had only been a little over a week, a mere ten days, since he had been reunited with the Princess.

Even just the battle of Onigashima itself felt like it had happened a lifetime ago. Yet, the remains of the island were still lying beyond the Flower Capital’s borders, a reminder of all the pain, suffering, and loss that they had gone through. A reminder of the disaster that they had barely avoided only thanks to Momonosuke-sama and Luffytaro.

A reminder that dawn had finally come to the Land of Wano.

“Kon!”

Kawamatsu laughed at the happy yip. Turning his head to look at the flame-fox sitting by his side, he placed a hand on Onimaru’s head, running his fingers through his soft fur. “Are you excited, Onimaru? We can put the swords to rest again now.”

With another yip, Onimaru tilted his chin up, leaning into Kawamatsu’s hand for more scratches, and a wide smile spread on Kawamatsu’s face at the sight. It reminded him of the old days—only now, there was no biting cold, no graves to rob, and no danger of capture.

No need for Kawamatsu to hide his face and no need to steal food.

Suddenly, Onimaru jumped up to his feet, fully alert. Kawamatsu almost reached for Sotomuso but then he noticed Onimaru’s tail wagging, his mouth open as he panted happily, his eyes short of sparkling and he could only let go of a relieved sigh as he relaxed again.

He smiled when a young woman carrying a woven basket approached them a minute later, a warm smile of her own on her lips as she kneeled in front of the fox. “Your name is Onimaru, right? Do you like fried tofu?”

“Kon kon!!” Onimaru yipped, tapping his feet in excitement.

Kawamatsu hummed. “Good for you, Onimaru. Your favourite!”

Hiyori-sama chuckled before picking up one of the tofu pieces and handing it to Onimaru—who finished his treat in two bites only to stare intently at the Princess, begging for another piece.

“Here you go,” Hiyori-sama said, placing the basket full of tofu in front of Onimaru.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Princess?” Kawamatsu asked once she sat next to him on the grass.

“I am!” There was a bright smile on her face when she nodded. “It feels like life is coming back to the country.”

“We need to properly thank Luffytaro and his friends!” Kawamatsu laughed.

“What are you talking about?!” Hiyori-sama cried, her cheeks puffing up. “What about you and Denjiro and everyone else?!”

Kawamatsu blinked as she went on, poking the kappa in his chest with her perfectly manicured finger.

“I’m sorry,” Kawamatsu said with barely suppressed amusement at the sight she made right then. Somehow… no matter how old she got, she would always be that little girl pouting because Oden-sama stole her favourite kappamaki at the dinner table.

She huffed defiantly as if reading his thoughts but then her face split in a soft smile once more when she looked at her retainer. “Thank you, Kawamatsu. For everything.”

Kawamatsu blinked, completely stunned for a moment… until a happy laugh bubbled out of his chest. “It’s an honour, Hiyori-sama.”

[greenwing]

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“Sonic the Hedgehog, Hanna Bloom & Monica Glamora watching over London at sunrise” Rough Concept Sketch by (C) Lightningblade1994

Based on this picture here: https://www.deviantart.com/katarinathecat/art/Motherless-Girls-929708950

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[seraphinitegames]

Not a question but I just want to say that I absolutely love this game series. I was never one for romance games but when i discovered all the stuff on hosted games and what not i started to get interested. I only really focused on the sex scenes though, the actual romance was nice but I prefered reading people getting it down. But recently reading the Wayhaven books changed that.

I played through Morgan's path first and having now finished all the current books, I have to say that I love it so much. The sex scenes were nice but I think more about the little side quests and events from going around town and talking with her a lot more interesting. Just seeing the PC's and Morgan's relationship turn from a purely physical one to realising each one has feelings for the other honestly is so heatwarming to see. It's a bit embarrassing to say this but I have gotten so attached to her character that it feels like I'm cheating if I go after any other RO in any other game. Which is a bit of a shame because I really want to try out Nat's path as well.

I think some of the reason why I adore the romance in these games is because other games don't really focus on the small parts such as body language to show that these two are intersted in each other. And a lot of the romantic events don't feel 'romantic' in other games- they just feel purely sexual. I don't really feel that in Wayhaven. Yes Morgan is clearly very thirsty and always wanting sex, but thats mainly in the first two games. In the 3rd I love how the game focuses more on their relationship as a whole, as the detective makes Morgan open up about her feelings with the many events we can have one on one with her.

Anyway that's enough from me, sorry for the long read. I know there is a long time to go until this happens, but I am already dreading the day this whole series ends, as I am already missing the whole of Unit Bravo's antics :( .

Aah, what an incredible message!

And yay for getting into the romance of the series! That's why I'm writing it, after all ;D

The physical scenes are indeed fun, but real connection can extend so much deeper than that. Sometimes the emotional stuff comes before and sometimes it comes later and other times it happens at the same time! That's why it's fun writing all the love interests as they all have different speeds at which can progress.

But yeah, M got the feels a looong time ago, but now they're actually starting to realise it...and that's gonna be real fun to write, hehe! :D

Thank you so much for this amazing message! You have no idea how much it made me smile <3

[jakekiszkasmommy]

💫Starcatcher Nashville💫

Warnings: MINOR DNI, 18+ s m u t, unprotected sex, overstimulation, I'm sure I forgot others

Author's note: Happy Starcatcher my lovely readers! Thank you to Aubrey in thr group chat for this idea! 🫶 Jake made me absolutely feral in Nashville and I had to write something about it!

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You could watch him on stage forever and never get used to it. He looks fucked out of his mind. His lips pouted ever so slightly, his hair starting to curl from the sweat. Tonight was the first night of the Starcatcher World Tour and he was putting on a show. The best one that he could manage. He had this new black Gibson Memphis ES guitar with him on stage tonight. The guitar itself was a work of art. But paired with Jake and his new suit, he looked like a God. Just as the intro for The Archer began, you clenched your thighs together.

You wanted to get the full experience of the show tonight and requested to be in pit with the crowd. You had managed to plop yourself up on barricade right in front of Jake for the best view.

You and Jake had been together for nearly 8 years now, and the fans were very welcoming of you and your relationship. Many of them wanting to take a picture with you. This would always be a strange concept. You were so normal, but I guess dating a rockstar was bound to give you some attention.

Strutting right up to you, Jake was smiling and talking to his guitar. Words you could only dream of hearing later.

The smoke started to roll off of the stage and swirl around you and the other members of the audience and encompassing Jake on stage. As Jake played you could feel the vibrations of the music in your entire body. Every note, every strum, sent a shockwave to your core. It was almost the only thing you could think of. You couldn't take it anymore. You turned around and made your way to the back of pit where you fished your pass out of your purse and showed it to security. They lead you to the side stage where you watched Jake strut down the runway. He sent you a confused look as you pranced right past him with a wink.

Making your way to the side stage, you watched from the stairs. Eager to see him play from a new angle. He strutted back on the main stage before the song ended and the guys started making their way off stage. Ready for the encore.

They run off stage to grab a drink and share some hugs. "We aren't done yet my brothers." Jake declared as he wrapped an arm around your waist from behind. Giving you a small kiss on your temple, "2 more songs and then I'm all yours, my love." With that, he was grabbing his next guitar and running back on stage.

Light My Love was next and as the chorus started, beautiful rainbow lights lit up the arena. You were absolutely at a loss for words. Tears started flowing before you could stop them. Next you saw Pride flags waving back and forth. You clutched your chest. The fans did this. This wasn't organized by the crew. But how?? You were absolutely amazed and looked up just in time to see Josh smiling and swaying with the crowd as his brothers looked at him from their positions on stage with huge smiles. This was for him. The song ended and Josh started crying which made you cry even more. After giving a heatwarming speech and continuing on to the last song, you made your way back to the guys' dressing room.

Not long after, they all piled in. Smiles and tears being shared between all of them. You wrapped Josh into a big hug and kissed his cheek. "I love you, Joshy."

He planted a kiss on your forehead, "I love you too, Y/N. Thank you for being here."

He claps his hands together, "Now let's go celebrate!" They all showered and changed into their normal attire while you scrolled on your phone on the couch. After a beautiful dinner with friends and family, you and Jake said your goodbyes and made the trek home.

As you made it into your shared home, you toed off your shoes and padded down the hall to shower yourself. You didn't hear Jake approach as you turned on the shower and started to take your clothes off. "Care if I join?"

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his nose. "That depends on if you are going to make me feel good or just shower."

He nips at your ear, "I guess you'll have to find out."

As you step under the hot water, your shoulders relax and you tip your head back. Jake joins you and you help one another shower. You were digging your fingers into his scalp, massaging the shampoo into his hair as he let out a small moan. Your fingers stopped their movements. "Oh Jakey, you must be so worked up from tonight." You tip his head back and rinse out the suds. "Keep your eyes closed." He does as he's told and lets you rinse him off.

You stand behind him, your fingers now massaging his tight shoulders and moving down his back. Every curve of his muscles creating little streams of water. He turns around to face you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into the hot water with him. You can already feel his hard cock against your skin. Begging for attention. You snake a hand between the two of you and start slowly moving it up and down his length. A low groan coming from his throat as he closes his eyes. "You looked so good up there, baby. Sounded even better too. It was almost too much for me to handle. I thought about going back to the dressing room to give myself some relief."

His eyes shoot open and his hand cricles around your wrist. "You what. Is that where you were going when you left the pit?"

"M-maybe." You fumble over the word. Realizing you shouldn't have said that part. "That's when I stopped to watch Light My Love. And then I figured I'd wait."

"You know you aren't allowed to please yourself if I'm not around."

You look up at him, water droplets catching on your lashes so you blink them away. "I- I know but-"

"But what? Thought I wouldn't know? You think I wouldn't know when my pussy was being taken care of?" He uses the grip he has on your wrist to place your hand on your own heat.

All you can do is stand there in the shower, staring at him. Unsure of what is next. "Fine. Go ahead. Touch yourself then"

"But Jake-"

He grabs your face in his other hand, smooshing your cheeks until your lips jut out. "Shut your mouth or I'll stick something in it. I said touch yourself." He tightens his grip around your wrist slightly for emphasis.

You slowly move your fingertips up to ghost over your clit. Sighing a little as you add more pressure. He releases his grip and takes a seat on the bench in the corner of your shower. The steam making him look even better in the dim lighting. You stop your movements. "Jakey, I wanted you to."

"Well clearly you didn't care about that earlier did you?" He lounges back against the tile. "Keep going. Make yourself cum."

You feel out of your element. Exposed in the open shower without him next to you.

You snake your hand back down to your center and start making slow circles on your clit before picking up the pace. Tiny moans and whimpers start escaping your lips as you use your other hand to pinch your nipples, giving you more stimulation. Not realizing that you had closed your eyes, you open them to find Jake stroking his cock in the corner of the shower, watching you. A smirk playing at his lips.

"God you look beautiful," he whispers while his fingers ghost over his tip. You can't look away. Both of you now staring at each other and panting. "Come on baby, come on." He coaxes you as he starts pumping his fist faster. The same words he was saying to his guitar on stage tonight. You lean against the opposite wall as him. Spreading your legs so he can see everything. You run your fingers through your folds before inserting one finger and then two. Letting out a loud moan at the stretch. His eyes are locked on your hand.

You use your other hand to draw slow circles on your clit as you pump slowly into yourself. Staring at Jake. Your mind running wild. Only thinking about him and that guitar. You can see how much he is enjoying watching you.

"Mmmm Jakey, I loved watching you on stage tonight." Letting a loud moan slip past your lips as you play with yourself. "I loved that sexy new guitar. Loved watching you rock your hips into it. Makes me want to cum just thinking about it."

His eyes lock with yours as he pumps his hand faster over his angry cock. "Jesus. Look at you. Getting off thinking about my guitar?"

You nod and circle your clit faster. Chasing your end.

"Do it then. Cum while you're thinking about it."

You nod your understanding as your jaw hangs slack. Quickly throwing yourself over the edge of your orgasm while you pant and moan. He stands up and steps towards you. Watching you unravel in front of him. He hitches your legs around his waist and pins you in the corner of the shower. Lining himself up with your entrance, he slowly slides himself to the hilt in you.

You both let out a moan. "Want to know what I named it?" You give him a puzzled look. "The guitar. Do you want to know what I named it?" He asks as he slowly thrusts into you.

"Yes- please," you pant out. Thoughts of him and that guitar still swirling around your mind.

"I named it Y/N. After you. Because it's about time I named one after my girl. It reminds me of you. Mysterious. Beautiful. Curvy." He digs his fingers into the flesh of your hips as he says the last word.

Just him talking about the guitar and about you sends you spiraling into your next orgasm already. This one so hard you screw your eyes shut and see stars.

"Oh my poor baby, you really loved how it looked on stage didn't you? Love the way I talk about it. The way I fuck myself into it on stage, huh?" He thrusts harder into you.

"I talk to it too. The way I talk to you. Working it through a solo the way I work you through your orgasms. Oh and the beautiful sounds it makes is almost as beautiful as the noises you make when you cum."

The way he is pressing you into the tile of the wall gives your hands free reign of everything. His hair. His arms. Your hands are clawing at his chest as you throw your head back while he fucks you beyond belief.

"Come on baby, give me one more. I'm right there with you. But I want you to play with yourself again. I love watching you take care of her."

You right hand flies down to your clit and you make tight fast circles around it. Brigning you closer to the edge. "Please Jake, please please please."

"Fuckkkkkkk- I love hearing you talk when you are being fucked. Tell me how much you love my guitar. And how much you love watching me play."

Loud moans are ripping through you. You can't think. His words are too much and you are thrown into your third orgasm as he isn't far behind you. "I- I-" you try to find the words but can't. You stammer as you continue to clench around him. As he finds his end, he spills into you with a deep moan before stilling his hips.

He brushes his thumb along your cheek and soothes you. "That's ok baby. You said it enough. I know. I just want one more from you. You look too pretty to not. Ok? Can you do that for me? One more?"

Tears are running down your face from the over stimulation as he sets you on the bench. He kneels down in front of you and plunges his fingers into your dripping cunt. Pumping in and out at a relentless pace while his tongue works your clit.

You try and move away from him but are stuck. You want to cum but are feeling weak and overstimulated.

"I can't. I can't, Jakey." You sob out.

He looks up at you and your fucked out expression. Tears streaming down your face. A smile playing on his lips.

"You're already there baby just let go."

With two more pumps of his fingers, you are screaming and clenching around him. "Fuck yes baby, give it to me." The mixture of his cum and your own dripping out of you and onto his fingers. As he continues to fuck you with them. He starts to slow his pace and works you through your orgasm. You close your eyes and lean your head on him as you sob out. He holds you by your shoulders as you slump forward into him, exhausted. "Fuck, Y/N. Are you ok? Was it too much? Fuck. I'm sorry." He is frantic to clean you up with a wash cloth and turn off the now cold water. He wraps you in a towel and scoops you up into his arms before carrying you to the bed. Your eyes are heavy and your body is tired.

"Y/N, are you ok? Please baby talk to me." He begs.

"I'm ok. That was just...a lot. I liked it a lot. And you should use that guitar more. It's sexy." You look up to his eyes carefully watching you.

"You- you really named it after me?" You whisper.

He giggles and tucks you in next to him while he draws shapes and patterns on your skin.

"Yes. My most beautiful girls."

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[alwaysshallow]

coffee at midnight, part 8

John "Soap" MacTavish x f!reader

You come back to base after two months of being on medical leave. Things doesn't seem to change - at first, at least. Johnny acts weird. (5,8k)

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A/N: for those who might be confused by a sudden tense change; the chapters "before" are pretty much the events before this one! hope it's not gonna be too much of a trouble for you to read </3

When you wake up, you feel different than usual. Everything feels different, out of place, but you’d lie if you’d say it’s not a good feeling because it’s the best sleep you had for months.

First, you seem more relaxed; usually, your shoulders are all tensed up. A consequence of your job, a physiotherapist once said. Not very likely to get rid of it, unless you’d feel more safe in your own home, or at least go to several massages a week, which was also unlikely given your deployments, so you learned to live with it. Pain meds, hot baths and showers became your friend quickly.

Secondly, it’s so warm. You usually get up after waking up, a habit of yours, something that you’ve developed after joining the military; after all, no need to stay longer than you are supposed to. Newspapers or books can be read on the couch, you watch TV shows in other rooms, too. 

Now, you just want to curl even more, just to consume this feeling. It’s like standing in the sun that is generous enough to shine just at you. To pick you out of all those people that want this warmness on them.

Thirdly, there’s a nice weight on you. The sun or, it would be more proper to say, heatwarmer; Johnny, as you see, when you look behind your shoulder. For a moment though, as he hugs you so tightly, so possessively that you can’t even move a little without the sense like you’re suffocating yourself or waking him up. He’s sometimes a light sleeper, and you don’t want to be the cause of that.

At least, not right now. Not when you think of everything that happened in the past, and you feel your cheeks burning up like crazy, making you even hotter than you actually are. Seventeen months ago, when the crush on Soap started developing slowly, you wouldn’t believe that you’d find yourself in a situation like this. Your head lying on his arm, his other arm around your waist, legs entangled so carefully, like a braid you’re used to doing in the military.

You try to tell yourself it doesn’t mean anything; how close you are, he could probably do this for anyone in need, and you were in need. Nightmares were something that you’ve experienced too many times in the month, and he was just in the right moment. Maybe someone else would do this for you as well, if they’d see the state you were in. 

MIserable, fragile. Simple empathy, right?

But that explanation doesn’t work very well, when he pushes more of his weight at you, murmuring something under his breath, and you automatically smile. It doesn’t work very well, when he nuzzles his nose into your hair, inhaling your scent with a satisfied groan. His hand on your waist clasps, bringing you closer to his hot, bare chest.

The explanation doesn’t work when he says, “Good mornin’,” in his deep, gravelly voice, which makes you shiver in a split second, and you need to take a breath before actually answering him. The aftermath of letting him sleep with you in your bed hits you like a train.

You still don’t regret it.

“Morning. Slept well?” you ask, still not turning back, as his grip is deadly on you. He seems to understand his mistake, as he props himself a little on his elbow, giving you the space you need to breathe. You can see his face, and he can see yours.

You think that if he would want to kiss you, he’d do it without any trouble, but you put that thought deep inside your mind - not a good moment, not with him right there. 

“Like a bairn.” He grins. Then, his smile drops a little, when he analyzes your expression. His face is the exact same as it is on the field, when he tries to cut the wire, and he needs to put two to two together in order to be successful. “You? Had a good sleep, hen?”

“Good. Don’t worry your head about it.” You smile reassuringly, patting his head. “What you need to worry about, though, is our breakfast.”

“Oh, our breakfast?” He raises his eyebrow, laughing. “So you do like my cookin’, after all? Not burned, as you like to complain?”

You know that he’s referring to your constant comments about burnt food, but it’s not like you’re complaining about little things - pointing out that he shouldn’t burn the whole chicken is something that you have to do. Especially if he’s learning, and he’s not a bad cook, if he’s only watching the oven instead of playing Candy Crush.  “I’m not complaining!” you chuckle, shaking your head. “It’s just trying to make you a better cook, you know? So you’re gonna represent yourself somehow.”

“Represent myself?” His tone is hilariously shocked.

“You know, you’re in my apartment, that comes with responsibilities,” you explain, tilting your head to the side, when you look at him meticulously. “And you have to do things, as we are roommates. Everyone has their special skills.”

“Mm. Ye might me onto something,” he hums. “But, I have other skills. For instance, I am the best at making people laugh.”

And, he is more than eager to show it, as you notice. He immediately starts tickling you, knowing how sensitive you are to them. 

Little shit.

Bigger than you, he could manhandle you into any position he’d want to, but a little shit still. 

When you try to get him off you, you can easily compare your movements to movements of people who were possessed; the intensity and using all of your power, your legs, your hands is funny, to say the least. You laugh like a madman, too.

Memories of previous tickling sessions fall at you like a waterfall. He always did it when you two were alone and he needed to get some steam off, or for no reason at all, just to rile you up. No other guy in the unit was brave enough to do that, especially when you threatened to make them regret their life choices, but Johnny? Hell, Johnny seemed to not care at all.

Not the first time, not the last.

“You’re so unserious,” you laugh, still trying to push him away; that doesn’t work, nor dragging him away from his intentions, as he leans over you, licking your cheek with a long swipe of his tongue. “Johnny!”

“Oh, c’mon, lassie. Ye seen worse. Been in my blood, can’t handle the little lickin’?” He raises his eyebrow, visibly amused at your squirms. You even ignore for a moment how his eyes sparkle, when he glances at your cheek.

“Been in your blood because I care about your well-being, dumbass.” You roll your eyes; in your mind, it’s an obvious fact. “Not because I enjoy being covered in your fluids.”

He chuckles, leaning even closer. “Covered in my fluids, eh? Ye makin’ a list, lassie? If ye want to, I have other fluids too, y’know.”

You have a smart remark in your head, but the moment you understand his words a little better, your cheeks are burning again. You could easily take the proposition, you think. It wouldn’t be that bad.

“You’re so gross.” It’s all you say, before it all falls on you. There’s no awkward silence between you two, but there’s a loud silence, where you can just hear all the thoughts; yours and his combined, making it a little harder to breathe.

He plays with your hair, curling them around his fingers, but his eyes are still on you; his sapphire, divine eyes, sparkling like a finest diamond. You think you look the same, or at least half as interested as he is, aware of the effect Johnny has on you. 

It would be easy to kiss him, you think. It would be easy to grab his neck, bring him close and then let your lips do all the talking. You’d let him know, just from a simple kiss, how long you thought of that. How long you try to ignore the rising feeling in your chest every time he gets closer, and he just gets you without even properly trying to. 

You know for certain that he’d have a laugh or two about it, but it would flatter him so much.

Yet, you don’t kiss him. You don’t tell him any of these things; just because you’re scared and anxious about friendship that could fall into pieces if something wouldn’t work. Sure, Soap is a great best friend - can listen to you for hours, has great opinions, more or less accurate, but you always feel heard. 

Not to mention, his humor can bring you out of your biggest dreariness. No matter what happens, he’d do it with ease, just because he cares. He did it multiple times in the past, and you just know for a fact that he will continue to do it in the near future.

That is holding you back - because he is a good friend that you don’t want to lose, and the chance of doing it if you’d start dating him is high. Just because you two are good friends, doesn’t exactly mean that you and him would get along on a whole situationship thingy. Not even dating, but something that would involve something different. You observed for a long time how he acts around girls, you heard multiple times his ramblings about his dates, when he looked directly at you, even if others were around too. 

You always asked, jokingly, if it’s supposed to make you jealous, but he never actually answered that. Now, you wonder if that was maybe because he indeed wanted to make you jealous.

Would make a lot of sense.

“Okay. Enough of that sleep,” you let out a slightly strained laugh, as you get up from the bed, Soap still watching you. “Gonna take a shower, and—”

“—without me?” 

You groan, rubbing your temples. Response like this from him? Absolute classic, you don’t even want to comment on that further. “Soap.” 

Your best friend laughs, as he gets up a little. “What now, lassie?”

“My shower first, then yours if you want, and then breakfast. Fine with you?” you ask, raising your eyebrow. 

He takes his time to answer you, as he drags his eyes up and down your figure, and you feel like you can melt just from that. The feeling of being observed falls hot on your stomach. “Fine. Would be more efficient if—”

Soap’s words are cut the moment you close the bathroom door - a little too hard, but he doesn’t seem startled by it. More than amused, as he laughs again.

-

It’s time to go back.

Well, maybe not like you’d want to come back to your job, but two weeks after that nightmare fiasco and sleeping with Soap in one bed, you can officially go back to base. Not on a mission, though - you can come back to test your skills, to see how everything’s healing, if you need more time and shit like that.

And, maybe even more important is the second thing - you are supposed to bond with the team that, most certainly, misses you. 

It makes you smile, honestly; the thought of seeing them all, including Johnny. His “vacation” ended a day after your nightmare. Price needed him for a big guy's job, and you couldn’t blame the old man for that. Soap already got a big break from work, and wanted at least one day to come to his mom for Christmas, so he left you (with a big sorrow, but still), promising to write to you.

And, he did. Multiple times, even right now, when you are on the road and you can’t quite answer them, if you don’t want to cause a car accident. 

Given that you started driving again a week ago, it is more possible.

yer alr in the road?

need any help? coulda drive to u.

why yer not answerin:(

probably forgot about old lad huh??

gone only for two weeks and thats what im gettin

All of those messages were sent in the span of thirty minutes - if it would be anyone else, you’d be irritated, but it was Johnny. He’s just like this: annoyingly adorable, so when you stop at the red light, you quickly text him back that you’re on the road and should be in the base soon. 

You’re not surprised when seconds later, your phone lights up again. This time, you don’t even read messages, you just laugh under your nose, knowing that your best friend starts his monologue.

Snow covered everything at this point - as you pass by little suburbs on your way to base, you can’t help but smile at this view. Christmas lights are still here, as well as other decorations, even if it’s after the holidays. From the front yards, you can easily guess where the kids are; mostly because there are multiple snowmen, bigger or smaller, but every is unique in their own way. 

Somehow, making snow figures has a special place in your mind. 

You did a lot of them in your childhood with your moms, taking pictures of them on your rusty polaroid, just to save those moments, precious and very well kept, since Kate’s job was… still is, just like yours. Dangerous, not stable at all, and in every moment you could lose her to some madman that decided to hunt her down.

Eileen, Kate’s wife, was an artist herself, painting a lot, sculpting. When she was alive, she was the one who thought of that tradition. She thought that taking pictures is savoring the moment. Something to think of, when life would give you a hard time, and with just one look, you could remember the good times, instead of completely falling apart.

Her philosophy grew into you. You still have a box under your bed with souvenirs, photos and small gifts that have no place in your apartment, but for whatever reason you still want them. They’re simply too precious to throw away, they hold memories, you even have a couple of things that boys from Task Force 141 gave you when you joined the team.

141. Base. Your home.

Home that you know so well, a home that you associate with warm feelings, with people that you just love seeing.

Well, maybe beds could be better, and furniture not from the 90's, but aside from that, it’s the best place for you to be in. You’re pretty sure that you didn’t feel more welcome anywhere else than between your comrades, on training sessions that kicked your ass, but it was family. People that you could, after some time, trust with your whole life, people that wanted the best for you.

To those people you are coming back right now, as you happily park outside the base, in a special place, reserved just for you. Somehow, that action itself makes your heart warmer.

Keys are dingling in your hand, as you play with them, making your way inside the base, while you look around. Nothing seems different than the environment; recruits work with a shovel, keeping snow away from training tracks. Their supervisors yell at them to do it faster, better, and you almost laugh at it, knowing the feeling a bit too well.

Now, you don’t do shit like that. At least not when you’re good to Price and you don’t cause that much trouble. Soap and Gaz, although, had to do the recruit’s job a few times.

They weren’t exactly happy about that, but observing them was a hilarious experience.

Before you can take your phone out of your pocket to ask Soap where they are, someone snatches you between their arms. Their grip is tight, and your first instinct is to punch whoever that is, but you know those arms. 

Not as well as Johnny’s, but you know them. You sparred with him too many times not to.

“Choking me on my first day back? Thought you can do better, Ale.” You grin, as you hear the familiar, deep laugh. 

Vargas is quick to free you from his arms, and you can see that smile is on his lips as well. Wide, warm. “Bird, it’s been too long without you, I have to express my happiness somehow, eh?”

“Too long? What, got tired of the boys?” you raise an eyebrow. 

You’re not able to grin wider, yet, somehow it feels that you do that, especially when you’re meeting such warm feelings from your comrade.

God, how you missed that.

“We all got a little tired of each other, especially when no one bossed us around.” You hear Kyle’s voice, as he approaches you with shit-eating expression. “My favorite teammate, back on track?”

“Johnny might get jealous in a minute, Gaz,” Ghost murmurs. “Better not to take chances to talk like this, if you don’t want him spirallin’ around.”

“Very funny.”

This whole situation feels like a family reunion straight up from a sitcom; everyone gathers around, just to see a member of the family that was absent for a few years. Except, it’s found family and the military. And, you were out for almost two months, trying to fit into that domestic vibe you had in your apartment, but now it’s not the time for domestic anymore.

You can’t be more excited for that. Corners of your lips hurt in an unforgiving manner, when you glance at everyone, happy that they are here. Happy that they have decided to show up. You know how it works, how busy military can be, especially when you have a mission to take care of. People to take care of, world to take care of, not to mention training ungrateful recruits that sometimes you wanted to just kick out and never look back.

A brief kiss to the top of your hand snaps you out of your thoughts; the man is Soap, of course. You wouldn’t expect anyone else to act like that.

“Yer a dummy for drivin’ here alone. I’d take some time off just to pick you up,” he murmurs, before you can even say anything to him. 

It feels like an accusation, but somehow it doesn’t bother you, like it would in the past. More than that, your stomach fills with a million butterflies, and you need to clear your throat before speaking. You don’t want to show him that even the smallest words affect you.

He’s cute, it’s a fact. Too much.

“I’ve got it covered, Soap. I have to train anyway, it’s nothing,” you explain, shrugging a little, to indicate that you do mean what you’ve just said. He doesn’t seem convinced. 

“Still. Yer wrist—”

“—It’s okay,” you say. Your tone is assuring. Warm, just like honey; you can’t stop the smile that grows a little bigger at how protective he is. In some kind of way, it’s embarrassing to have this situation played right in front of your other comrades, but you can’t care less about this.

Not right now, when he breaks that stern barrier, and smiles too. His hand slides on your waist; possessively, like he needs to mark something, and you barely contain silence. “Right. Still, could’a save me a lot of trouble, y’know?”

“You just need to believe me.” You jokingly nudge him. 

It’s the intention of letting the tension go away here too, since the eyes of your captain are on you two. You just smell a conversation between you and Price, when he tilts his head, his eyes darting between you two, and you definitely don’t need it. 

Not now.

His words about “fraternization in the military” lights up a red lamp in your brain enough. He put out a whole monologue about it, when you joined the military, even made a PowerPoint presentation, and you were certain that your mother whispered the idea to him. 

Captain never mentioned it ever since, didn’t have to anyway, but with your growing feelings to Soap, with carefully testing the waters if he could feel the same…

It’s better to be safe than sorry.

Thankfully, Gaz is here to rescue you from it all - shooting range is his proposition to start training with before you’ll go to more complicated stuff; and that’s on training hand to hand with Soap. It makes enough sense for you, so you follow him, starting the chat about this girl who abandoned him back on the market. 

Apparently, he has a lot to say; he’s not upset anymore, and maybe it should be this way. Not meant to be, he tells you, and it wouldn’t be weird for you, if it wouldn’t be for his small smile that appears on his lips. You know for a fact that he has something on his mind that he doesn’t quite want to say, but you don’t pry. 

He’ll tell you the moment a drink hits his drink, as always. Besides, it’s time for training, not for gossip.

And that training is irritating for you. Garrick knows how to do his job, of course, and he expects you to observe him unload and load gun again, just for you to do the same. Swiftly - because it’s basically in your blood at this point, something that you can do with eyes closed. Yet, he wants you to do it slowly, and you do it like this, even if your need to roll your eyes is evident.

Your aim is more questionable, and you need a moment to think because you want to scream.

It’s not that bad. You’re in the military after all, it’s a muscle memory how to position the weapon and pull the trigger, it has to be, especially when you’re out in the field, drained, and the enemy is on your tail the whole way. 

The moment the back of the rifle touches your arm, your arm twitches and you miss. Bullet doesn’t land in the center like you wanted to, but at eight points which is not a bad score. You don’t think it’s satisfying either - a simple rifle shouldn’t give you that much of a trouble, you had to use it every damn day since you got to Task Force 141. It was also somehow a weapon of choice for you.

And something so simple; embarrassing to admit that you feel like you’re learning it again. Not to mention, Soap watched you for some time now, and the want of looking the best in front of him is high. Just out of simple curiosity, he said, as he leaned against the wall near you with a promise he’s gonna be quiet. 

Of course you didn't believe him. It’s Soap for God’s sake.

“A bit lighter. You feel this?” he asks, and you groan automatically. It feels like he’s babying you. You know that he wants the best, but when you know everything and you’re just unable to do basic things, it irritates you.

“I do. It’s just how I hold this,” you murmur, letting Garrick’s fingers slip under your own. He’s delicate enough to help you loosen that grip, just like you need it to be.

Funny enough, he’s mostly the one who teaches recruits how to use a gun properly, what way is most effective when, and when it’s just better to eliminate with something different than a weapon. You can’t quite imagine who could be better at his spot; Kyle is perfect with his patience, but in the past, you both laughed at the recruits.

Now, being in their position, isn’t that funny anymore. It’s humiliating, to say the least.

“I know you do, but it’s a way not to hurt yourself more. We need you out in the field in no time, Bird.”

“Oh, caring Kyle Garrick? That’s something I didn’t see for quite a while,” you tease him, laughing, as he lets out a huff. “What? Telling you what I see!”

“Suppose so. Can’t really live without you, huh?”

“Of course you can’t.”

“Miss those cookies you used to bake, not gonna lie.” He laughs and you shake your head. Your mom’s recipe; you did it with Eileen many times, and when you started living alone, you started doing it yourself. Apparently, boys loved them too, from the moment you brought them to the base. “Can’t have you out for—”

“—Can you just give her fuckin’ instructions?”

You both look back at Soap, shocked by his harsh interruption - to this moment, he was silent as a mouse, now he seems like he finally had enough of silence. Your cheek lightly grazes against Garrick's shoulder, when you try to take a better look at your best friend, and Johnny’s jaw clenches uncomfortably, his shoulders tightened; you don’t get to see him like this often. 

What is more weird though, is the fact it’s obvious that is bothering him, and yet, you can’t quite put together what, since nothing has happened. Nothing involving him, to be precise. It’s just your and Garrick’s banter, like old times. He had no objections to it earlier, why now?

“What are you on, MacTavish?” Kyle asks, his eyebrow arched; he sounds amused. This whole situation seems funny to him, as see; sheer contrast to your best friend that rolls his eyes.

“She’s wastin’ time on yer talks. Useless, she knows it.”

“I know she does. Just helping her out ‘ere, Soap,” he replies with a small smile. Smile that’s definitely too kind for this behemoth and how he’s acting; Garrick’s front touches your back more in that moment.

“Right,” he hums, eyeing you two up and down. “Do yer thing, then. If there’s anything more to do,” he murmurs the last sentence, and you automatically roll your eyes, absolutely done with his attitude.

He acts like a kid that doesn’t even know why he’s so irritated, you think. Previously, he had this behavior too, but to men that he didn’t know and Kyle? 

Kyle is like a brother from another mother, trustee of his secrets that you aren’t really aware of. Bros thing, he said once, when you confronted him about it when Kyle blabbed about a situation that you weren’t supposed to know of. Some things were just not for you, not for “lady’s ears”, and you learned to accept it over the last two years. Maybe it was even for the better because the things you once or twice heard from these two… horrendous.

That’s why this weird tension confused the shit out of you. Anyone but them.

“Ow! What for?” Soap raises his eyebrow, looking at you after you smacked him. You’re in the training room right now, twenty minutes after the end of your gun practice with Garrick, changed up and ready for combat this time.

“Stupidity,” you murmur, earning a laugh from him. “No need to cause scenes right in front of Gaz, you know.”

“Not a scene. Simple facts for him, facts that he needed to know.” He shrugs, as he “Jus’ dinnae hurt yerself on the training, yeah?”

“On it, captain.”

“Not yet, bonnie. But if ye want to call me yer captain, then I’m happy to—”

You hope he’s gonna lose his cockiness, when you hit him right in his knee without warning, swiftly backing off right after that, so he wouldn’t take advantage of your position. It takes only a moment for you to realize it was wishful thinking.

The heat in his eyes is evident after he stumbles and your eyes cross. You see this kind of expression on Johnny’s face only on the battlefield when he’s in trance, when he just fixates on something. It’s always a special sight to watch, especially in the moments you need to have his back, and he just needs to swiftly move from point A to point B. MacTavish devours adrenaline that comes with his job. 

And his devotion for the job… you could fall in love just because of that.

What comes with that devotion is the fact this man doesn’t know the difference between training and real mission; every time you fought against Soap, you knew it was gonna be a hard job. You might be quick and sly, moving like a cat, but he is the one with greater physical strength than you, he is the one who loves to challenge you and make you furious just because he pins you down every time he has the chance to do that. Mocking, maybe sometimes underestimating you. It usually leads to wrapping your legs around your best friend’s head and one of his arms, bending one knee over the other ankle. Then, you usually flip him, or just choke him, until he’ll drop the attitude.

Yet, right now, nothing like this happens. He’s as fierce, unstoppable fighter as he always is, but you can feel that he’s holding back. Doesn’t do anything particularly dangerous like he does on a daily basis, he doesn’t even try to put you in a headlock or anything. He just blocks your hits, worse or better. Nothing too fancy, nothing in his style, even if the fight is tiring and you can see droplets of sweat on his forehead.

So, you try to press him. To hassle him, get a reaction, to snap him back to that warrior he is; to warrior that doesn’t hold back just because you had an injury. You want him to test you, not to pamper you. 

You’re not a porcelain, but Johnny doesn’t think this way. You even corner him - it wouldn’t happen in normal circumstances, he wouldn’t even let you this close without a fight. Irritated by his behavior, you let out a groan.

“Come on, don’t go easy on me!” you shout angrily, shaking your head with disbelief. He never reacted like this, he was never so incoherent with his moves. Not in the battlefield, nor in sparrings. “Just because I’m after injury, it doesn’t mean you can’t fight back!”

He doesn’t react; he just murmurs something under his breath that you don’t understand. The only difference between now and a few minutes ago is the way he moves, a tiny bit more aggressive, but it’s not it. 

So, you try to rile him up for a few minutes. Go with comments about equality and shit, but he’s insensitive to everything, until you bring up others. Until you bring up Kyle and this training that you two had, implying that maybe you should’ve stayed there and practiced your shots better than play in… whatever this fight is.

Sudden power erupts in him, when he finally gives in and fights instead of pretending to do it. Those moves are calculated, precise, Johnny knows what to do to keep him off you - to make you back off and struggle, just like you wanted to from the very beginning. It’s finally fair, you finally feel like you’ve accomplished something.

Those punches are personal, though; your best friend tries to desperately show you something through them, as you block his moves, just to get to his knees again. Weak spot, you know it and you love to use it against him because it works when you’re under the wall, trying to desperately hold onto something.

Surprisingly, your technique doesn’t work this time - he grabs your foot with ease, pushing you away like it was nothing special for him. He does the same with your right hand as you throw a jab.

You want to offer a break after ten minutes, as you feel how sore your muscles are, but it’s not that easy. Not with a man like him, not with a man that wants to settle who wins this battle, and as stubborn as you are, it's a never ending cycle.

At least, feels like never ending until he pins you down to the mat.

“Johnny—” 

“Because yer after an injury it does mean,” he pants out, “tha’ ‘m not gonna go hard on you, bonnie. Understand, will ye?”

You clear your throat, looking at him. A well-known heat blossoms in your stomach, wrapping around it like an ivy, ruthlessly and quick, making it a bit difficult to breathe. He looks at you, on top, like a predator, trying to intimidate. He’s not even a bit embarrassed, there’s a different person in him right now. Person that he reserved for heated arguments, a person that you could find in him when he wanted something, badly.

His hands lock your wrists above your head, perfectly still, even if you try to move them with a hint of desperation. Position is pretty perspicuous; him, straddling your waist—

—you seriously don’t want to think about it. You prefer not to think about it.

And you try not to think how wet you currently are. 

“Understand?” His voice snaps you back to reality. Cruel one, where you can’t fantasize about possible scenarios that could take place here.

A real shame.

“I understand. Doesn’t change a thing,” you reply, your voice throaty, when he scans your face, focused. You’d kill for a scratch of his thoughts. For a mere millimeter of what is going inside his head.

Is there just as messy as it is in yours? Maybe he knows exactly what to do? Maybe he's torn between two ideas? 

Maybe he’s not affected at all?

“It does.”

“Doesn’t. I just want you to treat me like everyone else, is that hard?”

Soap barks a laugh, shaking his head a second later. “I never treated ye like everyone else. Tha’ might be a problem.”

You want to debate on that, so you try to raise yourself; and without even thinking, you move your hips, completely accidentally, as you’re crushed by his weight.

You don’t move anyway, you don’t have the power to do that. Instead, you feel hardness pressing against you. 

When Johnny locks his eyes with you, pupils dilated, you’re pretty sure you’re gonna faint from the intensity of this interaction. Of him being right there, on top of you, with a perfect occasion, when the two of you are aroused enough to initiate something.

For a minute, you’re pretty sure he’s gonna snap and everything will be different from this moment - including your friendship, but nothing really happens. He just gets up without an intention to give you a hand; he just readjusts his sweats and throws you water, leaving you absolutely confused. 

A lot of questions are going inside your head, more than it was a moment before.

“Ye did good,” he murmurs after you grab a bottle, chugging at least half of it at one sitting. You look at his back - he doesn’t seem like he wants you to see his front. 

Maybe for the better.

“Something to work on? After the injury.”

“Yer mouth, most certainly. But we’ll train ye, I guess.” He looks back at you.

And you just know you’re fucked.

[commonguttersnipe]

Finally got my Ponty Mylon & Co* fancast sorted! Love to hear your personal thoughts on them!

*(if you don't know, Ponty Mylon is the fictional British comedy troupe that's a pseudo-parody of Monty Python & Co, who are also the subject of a documentary about them (but in the inspired style of the Beatles parody mockumentary "The Rutles") and their entire history. The PM members are played by the Six Idiots & Co)

ok, uhh here's the fancast:

The Main Ponty Mylon members:

Simon Farnaby - Jack Cheese; parody of John Cleese

Ben Willbond - Raymond Manchap; parody of Graham Chapman

Mathew Baynton - Derek Theidol; parody of Eric Idle

Jim Howick - Pickle Mallin; parody of Michael Palin

Martha Howe-Douglas - Jerry Groans; parody of Terry Jones

Laurence Rickard - Jerry Fish-Gillysman; parody of Terry Gilliam

The other members of Ponty Mylon + Supporting Cast:

Sarah Hadland - Clara Cragplain; parody of Carol Cleveland

Alice Lowe - Colleen Cubicle; parody of Connie Booth

Lawry Lewin - Noel Outes; parody of Neil Innes

Peter Sandys-Clarke - Darren Holmes; parody of David Sherlock

David Tennant - Ewan MacCrosston; parody of Ian MacNaughton

Michael Sheen - Devon Heatwarmer; parody of David Frost

Geoffrey McGivern - Bishop Stervyn Mockwhool; parody of Bishop Mervyn Stockwood

Carol Cleveland - Warry Wine-a-bout; parody of Mary Whitehouse

Michael Palin - Frank Godman, a famous Documentarian who, well, narrates the documentary about Ponty Mylon. He is also a Critically Acclaimed & Angelically Eccentric Time Travelling Tour Guide

Let me know your thoughts on the fancast on each person here!!

(also uhh, I would appreciate it if you made a photo compilation of the fancast post btw. Thanks!!)

I need this desperately.

Netflix, get on it.

I also love how Carol and Michael have been included!!!

[svg4r8vn]

was having the worst cramps n mlmm was being so sweet to me hnn

he wld kiss my belly n use his hand as a heat warmer for me n j hold it there (espec wen we wld sleep) n wld j shower me n kisses. he even got me pads n a heatwarmer

[busysleeping]

I saw you on my notifications and it so glad to see you back. Used to be kiryukazumas on here. Thought you left Tumblr?

omgg im so honoured that you remember me and tysm this is genuinely heatwarming to hear 🤍 ✨ !! twitter going down the drain tempted me back and its wonderful seeing you again aj !!

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[reannotfound]

Dono: “if you were in Inside Out, what would be one of your core memories?”

Tubbo: “oh! that’s a good one! I’d say one of my core memories would be talking to Tommy for the first time!”

me: 

[bigbabarob]

You never know what someone is going through in their daily life. Sometimes their struggles and pain go unsee and unaddressed. This photo / article is a subtle reminded and it can take one person with an open mind and an open heart to make a tremendous difference in someone's life. As Prince said.... "Dearly Beloved! We are gathered here today... To get through this thing called life." Beautiful and Powerful moment. #Repost @stupidblackgirl (@get_repost) ・・・ ♥️This really touches my heart. I'm a huge proponent of selflessness and altruism but I think folks that go out of their way to this extent are wired with a divine chip. Human angels. The article states "They were up there for almost ten minutes before the fire department arrived. They both crawled back over the ledge...holding hands the entire time. He borrowed a pen from an officer and wrote his information down for her and she put it in her pocket." It always comforting and affirming to know that people like this exist. #kindnessofstrangers #altruism #selflessness #NYCSubway #heros #heatwarming #payitforward #love

[cyancherub]

ARE WE TALKING ABOUT OUR BOYFIES?? I'm 5'2 and he's 6'4. And he won't admit it but he's a Bakugou and Deku kinnie. Legit the love of my life. Spoils me so much it's ridiculous.

THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE AHHHHHHH !!!. also the dynamic IS SOO cute hello I WILL CRY I LOVE THIS SM!!!! i remember u saying he got u the denki sweater ;v; <33333 i am very glad he treats u well <33

[magic-can]

not 2 be a gamer on main but. Halo Reach’s ending