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aviandistressmachine · 6 months

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On-the-fly Leiasong headcanons because I'm committed to the bit now (Mainly focusing on their youth because that line about them knowing each other since childhood is eating my brain)

Being the daughter of the delegates of Dantooine (who were friends and close associates of Bail and Breha), Seren got to meet Leia at a young age (which is pretty much stated so in the comic). Breha brought along her nine or so year old heir to the planet during a semi-official, semi-casual meeting with her mother (about what, I haven't worked out the details of. Planetwide agriculture commerce? I'm not good at writing political matters). The two women got down to business while Leia was left to wander the grounds of the Song family estate. In the main courtyard she found Seren sitting on a wall overlooking the landscaping and typing on a small handheld data pad.

When asked what she was doing by this new girl, she promptly replied she was creating her own language. She was going to become a spy when she grew up. "For the Empire?" Leia asked. The girl, around her age, narrowed her eyes and wrinkled her nose. "No," she said. "Like on the holodramas. They have cooler outfits."

Leia eventually joined her in making up words. They especially had fun creating various insults and rude phrases together.

"Okay. 'Niano' should be code for 'Stinkhead'." "Niano?" "That's my cousin's name." "Why?" "Because he's a Stinkhead :3."

Later the girls got bored and decide to try out what it would be like to actually be spies, which included scaling a large tree in the same courtyard. Needless to say, Seren ended up with a sprained wrist and Leia got herself a cut knee (which she still bears the scar of). The meeting between their parents was cut short after that. It didn't stop them from trying the same thing during future visits.

"Alderaan has better trees anyway..."

Most of their following "play dates" (They insist the meetings are serious) take place there or on Alderaan. Seren even swore she was going to live there one day so she and Leia could see each other all the time, but each of their parents just chalked this up to the fact that she didn't have many peers to visit anyway. Of course, Seren didn't realize she was developing a harmless youthful crush.

Dantooine is a world known for its agriculture and thus Seren is always interested in roaming the royal garden whenever she visits, just to see if anything new has been planted.

Weaving flower crowns and vine bracelets was a favorite pastime of the girls during the warmer months. Seren's admittedly the one with more knowledge of various plants (her knack for compartmentalizing things; even trivial as a child, was one of the things that helped her when working with Alliance Intelligence as an adult). Leia's the better weaver.

Leia's favorite flowers are candlewick flowers (obviously because their glow reminds her of the light in her mum's chest (for those not in the know: Breha Organa survived having her lungs and heart replaced after a horrific accident and it turns out she's an ABSOLUTE baddie and she elected to have her body SEE-THROUGH so she could set an example for her people). Seren's are blueblossoms. They remind her of "fragments of the sky".

Unlike Leia, Seren loved the vegetable rucia. She loves a particular delicacy that's similar to creamed spinach. It makes Leia want to hurl. She'd be forced to bear it when Seren came over for visits and slumber parties.

Seren has spit chewed up casserole all over the banquet table more than once as a result of laughing too hard at Bail's stories.

They both hacked into Niano's datapad that he keeps on himself (probably during a social event when his father was giving a speech about his acceptance into a private Imperial university) and played a section from an automated recital of various Huttese expletives

As young teenagers they began seeing each other less and less (especially when Leia joined the Apprentice Legislature) until AFTER the events of L:POA. But that'll come later ;)

#My Post #Ave's Fandom Rambles #My Headcanons #Shipping #Star Wars #The Classic Trilogy #SW Expanded Universe #Leia Organa #Seren Song #Leiasong #Breha Organa #Bail Organa #Alderaan #Organa Family #Rarepairs #World Building #Fictional Planets #I'm cooking. Brewing even.

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fumifooms · 1 year

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Kimbliza is such a good ship for a Sun & moon motif because of his arrays… Is she his sun and he her moon? Golden as she is, a beacon of light in his life, a fire that offers a warmth no one else has given him except his explosions, while he is her soothing anchor, a constant and reliable presence, cool enough to heal her burns.

Or is she the moon, likewise a presence that grounds him and holds him back with an even-tempered attitude enough for him to be less impulsive and reckless, and he is her sun giving her comforting warmth? Is her night deadly cold devoid of life and hope, is his passion’s fire burning searingly until it scorches her like flames?

Or maybe like the celestial bodies they are never meant to come together, only gaze at the other from a distance and dance around each other, and if they were to collide they would violently explode exactly like the instability his alchemy works with. A cycle of night and day of turning and spinning around and around. A cycle of tragedy? Or perhaps of rebirth, like a lotus flower.

Lol Riza calls Kimblee "serene" once and everyone laughs

I wrote a ficlet about Riza having nightmares (with kimbliza on the side) if anyone want to check it out! Sun of my Nights: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44567506

#Fullmetal alchemist #riza hawkeye #solf j. Kimblee #kimbliza #riza calls Kimblee a serene presence once and everyone laughs #Solf is soft for Riza Hawkeye only /hj #prose #i just posted a kimbliza ficlet i’m in the feels rn #fumi rambles #my fanfics #fumiku fanfic #fuumiku fics

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countv0ncunt · 1 year

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Feeling incredibly mentally ill rn and the only thing I'm capable of doing is watchinh Dimension 20 videos while drawing. Feeling like an emo panhandle slim except there's no history or portraits of famous people here just me

#lolll #art #mental health rambling #me and my half dozen mental illnesses are already regretting posting this #grant me the serenity to accept the things i cannot change #thats an aa mantra i think? idk my therapist told it to me #chronic depression #bdd #cptsd #ocd #depression #dissociation #anxiety

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euphor1a · 1 year

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📱 ꒰ lockscreen tag! ꒱˖♡

=͟͟͞⚝ INSTRUCTIONS: share your lockscreen and home screen, then tag people to do the same!

=͟͟͞⚝ TAGGED BY: syria 💫 @baljinciaga & dani @jjunis ✨ ageeeeees ago; tysm for thinking of me, frens! 💗 n i’m sorry for doing this after months oof 🥺

not sharing my exact home screen cause it’s mostly empty except a clock/weather and the google search widget and i would rather not disclose my exact location thx... 😐

=͟͟͞⚝ TAGGING: anyone who sees this and would like to share!! feel free to tag me if you do 💕!! i mean it!! look at me trying to disregard the fact that i do not have the courage to tag anyone 🤡✌🏼

#🎮; tag games!#dani if you are seeing this: yes i saw your post and remembered that i have had this in my drafts since forever 🥴#anyway i actually changed my theme weeks ago after 2 whole freaking years so it’s a win-win situation 🤭#i try to be astetic yea 😃 hope it’s not too shitty or smth #wow wait how long has it been since i last participated in a tag game... 💀#😦 my procrastination needs to be fixed somehow wtf #anywayyyy.... me thinks my phone is vv pretty 😚😚 this pale greyish blue is the base and the accents are #rose quartz and serenity 💖💎#okay i will stop rambling

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teakoodrawz · 25 days

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Nightmare Apocalypse yada yada I did some concepts during break from class

[ SCC ]

Sweet [ He/They - Adult ]

:: the energetic one. commander of the group, Fighter, Hunter, and Engineer. His main mission is to survive and find his best friend, Sunny. Sweet and Sunny have been best friends from their childhood life ever since. formed a band when they met Cap’n and Cakes

Cap’n [ He/Him - Filipino Adult ]

:: the smooth one. scavenger and look out. tagging along with Sweet to find Sunny. he met the twin brothers, Mark and Seren first and introduced them to his partners.

Cakes [ He/They/It - Adult ]

:: The Silly one. scavenger, medical specialist and mechanic. comforts his partners and helps them get distracted from their sorrows. the driver of their pick-up truck. he also cooks anything best for them

Sunny [ She/Her - Adult ]

:: The Medical specialist, veterinarian, agricultural and the Advisor. She and Sweet were best friends but Sunny split up when she got a highly important job that made Sweet and all of their friends miss her alot. Then the attack happened. Sunny finally contacted the SCC where she is and said the location of the shelter she’s in where everyone is safe.

Mark [ He/Him - Adult ]

:: Twin brother of Seren. scavenger, look-out, Fighter and healer. has a large claw mark on his chest as a scar that actually almost made him meet his demise and lose his fate. helping Seren survive together until they met the scc and tagged along to be on their mission because he needed new friends to be with and he thinks the band are interesting. plus going to find Sunny will make them stay in her safety

Seren [ He/It - Adult ]

:: Twin brother of Mark. The Guard, hunter and fighter (does all sorts of killing). Duo with Sweet. His primary duty is to protect his brother and survive because he’s the only family he’s got. and Family is his priority just like their mother did. He’s the one who saved Mark. He argued with Mark that tagging along with the scc would be dangerous because sometimes they used to be in the wrong people that made him lose trust in anyone. (they were betrayed)

[Story concept]

exposition :: sci-fi. Intergalactic aliens planning to invade earth but crashed into a private building by the government. exploded by toxic radiation that made the aliens deformed into intrusive monstrous man-killing species. Some are still stable and continue to attack earth. exterminating humans with years had already passed (maybe 7 years). The shelter Sunny’s in is in a large zoo and luckily it has a dome and built a double wall for security. she’s a special veterinarian and was once a nurse who takes good care of animals and human beings

Mark and Seren are twin brothers who only had each other. their family and their close friend, Derek were killed after the invasion attack right in front of them. Mark was almost killed when he got attacked with a large claw slashed on his chest. luckily Seren saved him with all he could ever do but it takes a lot of time to wait for Mark to recover

They soon met the SCC band. The brothers tagged along because they needed to be on a new adventure (at least it’s what Mark had wanted), so it means they became the new recruits. Their mission is to find Sunny who’s in a private secured evacuation center where anyone they rescued are completely safe and protected. with peace and fulfillment of common needs.

#[records]#scc #Sweet #Mark #Seren #Sunny #Cap'n #Cakes #Sweet Cap'n Cakes #Nightmare Apocalypse #Made this au a month ago actually and only now to post its concept #there are still plenty to ramble about but I'll only publish the highlights first #the scratched connection with Sunny. Mark and Seren are not yet decided because its a recruit arc #and they havent met yet

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gemharvest · 10 months

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Every1 wish me luck I have like 8 attacks I need to revenge and that's excluding anything I could get between tonight and whenever i wake up in the morning and actually start drawing again...... rahhhhh...

#ramblings #im so glad i have a lot more art energy this year cuz i think ive already beat my previous years in attacks #(counting revenges/ friendly fire etc)#and i STILL have so many revenges to do AND im gonna try keeping up with revenge chains with a few people #GAHHH i havent even been able to make attacks for my friends tho :((#im gonna try to get down my `needs a revenge` pool to like 3-4 and then work on attacks for my friendsss #i need to draw seren from my friends mind sooo bad its unreal #ONE ATTACK FOR A MUTUAL ON HERE THO. i am almost done and it will be posted hoopefully within 15min.. :3c teehee

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serenofroses · 17 days

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nothing like having your confidence knocked back....

unfortunately my toxic trait was pushing friends away when they're trying to reassure me but im still a fucking letdown.

#seren ramble posts

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shslpunkartist99 · 1 year

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One last random post.. probably

I'm conflicted in making my Keith Hispanic or Japanese. Simply because I easily see him as both

#he can probably be both #like Marie can be Japanese and Adam can be Hispanic #I already have him knowing multiple languages but idk #I barely think of race when making ocs/characterization to existing characters #I just have them know multiple languages besides English if I feel it fits #it's one of those things I don't focus on #it's cuz I'm not familiar with many cultures so I don't want to randomly give a character one without knowing/understanding their history #I'm hispanic myself but I don't know a damn thing about it cuz I was barely taught anything growing up #this would be one of those things I'd let you guys have control of #I just know Nene is Asian and Serenity is Spanish #maybe there's more but I can't think rn #but Keith in particular has boggled my brain for the longest #oh I also see Pico as Spanish too #I make food labels at my job sometimes and one of them is 'Jalapeno de Pico de Gallo' or something like that #makes me smile everytime cuz of fuckin Pico #my brain wanders a loooot #I don't post like this cuz every minute is a new thought #not even kidding #look at this shit #I'm RAMBLING #Punk Posts

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jaeyxns · 1 year

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last day of 2022, it’s set to rain all day and all i’m doing is staying at home. i’m very much at peace right now.

#rambles￩⋆｡˚#the rain puts me at ease #and i have hope in 2023 #i'm just a girl feeling serene right now and it's nice #also will work on my cc's year review and post later !

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 1 month

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Hi! Spencer Reid x reader where reader is kind of panicking because she’s worried Spencer will get tired of her and find someone that’s more like him personality wise? But then Spence reassures her that he loves her and only her? 🎀🚬🤍🤎

fem bimbo!plus size reader, wc: 589.

cw! angst :(

a/n: no i am not going to let bimbo reader sleep, but also i've been posting so much aaron recently, which is funny because i've been so obsessed with spencer recently. thank you for your request!

“I guess opposites really do attract huh?”

It was just a joke. A harmless, well meaning joke that completely spun your world off of its axis.

You were aware of the differences between you and your boyfriend, but you never felt bad about it, nor did he ever make you think that you weren't good enough for him. You would have liked to think that your differences was what made Spencer fall in love with you; but now you’re not too sure.

Yeah, sure, you needed help with understanding certain things, and your processing was a bit slower than others, but that didn’t make you stupid or annoying… right?

What if you talked too much? What about that time that you kept interrupting Spencer while he was reading? Did you irritate him? Did he think about breaking up with you? You’d never had thoughts like these before because you never had a reason to. You always felt secure in your relationship with Spencer, like you were his equal.

Spencer wasn’t used to your silence, it was unusual and quite frankly it raised the red flags in his mind. He was so used to your rambling about anything and everything that the quietness of his apartment was making him itch.

“Sweetheart?” He called out softly.

It was almost as if his words scared you, your body jumping at the sound of him breaking the serene atmosphere of his almost dark academia-esque apartment.

“Yes?” Your voice was hushed and meek and Spencer absolutely hated it.

He set his book down on the side table where he uncurled his legs and patted the spot on the couch next to him. “C’mere.” You looked almost hesitant to move, but nonetheless you got up and sat down.

He grabbed your hand and held it firmly, but you didn’t make any effort to hold it back. It made Spencer nervous; did he do something?

“Sweetheart,” He reiterated. “Is something wrong?”

“Am I too much?” Your panic was quick to build. “What do you mean?” Spencer’s brows were furrowed inquisitively. “Like - like do I talk a lot? Or - or are my clothes too colorful? Do I ask too many questions?” Your speech fired out rapidly, almost as if you didn’t say what you wanted to know you may never do.

“Hey, hey, hey… no, no, stop.” Spencer was quick to shush you, opting to hold your face instead of your hand. “Did someone tell you that?” You shook your head, “No, yes? I don’t know. It - it was just because of that stupid joke Morgan had made.”

Ah, he remembers now.

“The one about opposites attracting?” You nod feebly. “And it got me thinking… what if I’m - what if I’m not a good match for you? You might want someone that’s similar to you, one that knows how to play chess and understands all those super cool facts you know.”

“Honey,” Spencer interrupts with a light laugh. “No.”

He wasn’t laughing at you, he was laughing at the sheer fact that he couldn’t imagine ever wanting someone else.

“I want you. I’ve only ever wanted you. I - I do admit that we are different, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. I like that you aren’t like me. It’s comforting, and I just… I just love everything about you. I love you.”

“You promise?” You asked wetly with a pout. His lithe thumbs swipe at the tears trickling down your cheeks as he nodded, “Of course.”

“I love you too, Spencie.”

There you were. His girl.

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killerpancakeburger · 15 days

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Another Headache

SUMMARY: You get another one of your chronic headaches, and the meds don't don't work. Soap's by your side though.

PAIRING: Soap x F!Reader (Soap calls Reader "pretty girl" once, that's the only mark of gender)

TAGS: Hurt/Comfort, fluff, suggestive at the end, Soft!Soap, Established relationship, Civilian!Reader, Reader works as Price's assistant.

WARNINGS: The suggestiveness at the end, mention of chronic pain.

WORDS COUNT: 1.8k

A/N: Lots of Soaps I like in there... pouting Soap, drawing Soap, needy Soap, Human calculator Soap (because of that one post that I KNOW I REBLOGGED BUT CANT FIND!! CURSE U TUMBLR!)

“1245.87… minus 56.43… divided by 98.62….” you mumble out loud to yourself, painstakingly inputting each digit into your calculator.

“12.06,” pipes up Soap without missing a beat, not looking up from his sketchbook where he's drawing.

You look up from the device and throw him a mildly annoyed glare, assuming he concocted a random number to confuse you. It's the first explanation that comes to your mind, the most logical one, even though it would be out of character for Johnny to make your work harder, even as a joke.

“Very funny.”

Then you press the result touch and your eyes widen as the machine provides the exact same answer.

“How in the hell…?”

You look at your boyfriend again, irritation gone out the window, replaced by amazement and a dash of admiration.

“Do you have a calculator for brain or something?”

“S'basic stuffs for sniping and demolition works.”

The explanation is way too abrupt for anyone who knows how much Johnny enjoys his job, rambling, and rambling about his job. You raise an inquisitive eyebrow.

“Can you develop?”

An amused smirk stretches his lips as he still persists in not looking at you.

“Bonnie, ye need tae focus oan yer work, or ye'll git us in trouble.”

You groan in protest. Being lectured about trouble by Soap “Troublemaker” Mactavish out of all people, you couldn’t make it up. That doesn't make him less right unfortunately.

Your supervisor, John Price, only allowed his Sergeant to hang out in your office during his free time on the express condition that it would not impact your tasks. You initially couldn’t imagine that blue-eyed menace sitting still for hours only for your sake; to do your own thing in your own side of the room in silence, without any physical contact, nor any other sign of acknowledgement? That was Ghost's idea of a good time, but Soap's idea of torture.

However, it turned out you underestimated his willpower, and his determination to take advantage of every moment that could be shared with you. The intimate knowledge that he was holding back this whole time, and that the minute the clock would strike the end of your workday, he would be all over you like usual, warmed your heart and sent pleasing tingles everywhere in your body.

Sympathetic to your plight, Johnny adds with indulgence and cheekiness in his tone:

“Ah ken how much ye like mah voice, but we'll make up fur lost time after.”

You roll your eyes at the suggestive taunt, still recognizing the comment for what it is - a consolation to compensate for his refusal to extend earlier. You bite your tongue to keep yourself from retorting about how distracting he's actually being even when drawing in silence, his biceps bulging with his posture, and the mix of concentration and serenity on his face strangely captivating.

The expression he wears when sketching is one you're particularly fond of. It reveals a different kind of intensity than the one he usually displays, when eager for battle or indignant in front of injustice. It is one not many are privy to, since he tends to favor the solitude of his bedroom to scribble, making this scene all the more special and giving it an intimate tone that's enough to make your heart race.

A loving smile on your face, you throw yourself into your work.

You can feel it coming from miles away.

That accursed headache. Pushing behind your forehead, between your eyebrows and sneaking behind your temples.

Its reasons could very well be everything or nothing; the mix of cold weather and your own tiredness, the acute light from the winter sun blinding your eyes in the absence of sunglasses, the long hours spent in front of a screen.

It is light yet harsh all at once. Muffled pain always felt worse than a sharp one. Yet you know from experience it is only going to hurt more from here on.

Gritting your teeth in a grimace of discomfort, you press your hand against your forehead. The coolness of your fingers provides a respite, albeit a short-term one.

Is there even any painkillers left in your bag? You can’t remember the state of your stock-

A familiar box is suddenly moved in your line of sight. Your usual brand of aspirin.

You look up to see Soap staring at you expectingly. You take the medecine with a grateful smile.

“You really are full of surprises today!”

He pouts as he hands you your water bottle.

“Wi’ how often ye git those bloody things, a'd have tae be a bloody eejit for nae knowing how tae deal with ‘em.”

He sounds like your chronic migraines offended him, personally, and it's both adorable and hilarious.

“That's still very sweet,” you insist after swallowing the treatment.

He brings a lock of hair behind your ear before tenderly kissing your forehead.

“That's me, “Sweet Soap” Mactavish.”

That drags a giggle out of you.

An hour later, as the meds miserably failed, you’re not laughing at all anymore.

At least your work is done for the day, granting you the luxury to suffer on the rec room's couch. Laying on your back, head on the armrest, you’re pressing the heels of your hands into your closed eyelids while groaning in agony. Any bright light or screen increases the pain, so keeping your eyes closed is the only protection conceivable.

Seated right by you, your legs laying over his lap, Soap squeezes your tigh in support, itching to bring you relief but unsure how.

“What can I do?”

You remove your hands from your face to peek at him. If the ache behind your temples wasn’t occupying all space in your thoughts, you would have fussed over his chagrined expression that wasn’t without reminding you of a worried puppy. He was torn between concern for you and frustration of not being able to do anything. Johnny absolutely hated not being capable of remedying a problem. It made you want to cover his face in kisses, not only to placate his frustration, but also because you were filled with cute aggression.

“Well, I have this theory that if someone hit me really hard in the head with a baseball bat, it would help…”

“How the bloody ‘ell would it help!?”

“The pain from the blow would replace the headache.”

“How does replacing pain with pain helps…?”

“I prefer the acute pain of a strike than the dull one of a headache. It's way more bearable.”

“M not hitting you with a baseball bat,” he exclaimed, clearly convinced that the pain had made you go insane.

“I'll just ask Simon instead.”

At this point, you’re insisting more to rile him up rather than out of seriousness.

“Nae yer not,” he retorts vehemently, voice bordering on a growl.

You're about to laugh when he suddenly gets up, still taking care to not send your legs flying off the sofa. Worried that you managed to actually piss him off, you half pick yourself up, raising on your forearms, but he exits the room before you can catch his expression, ordering you to not go anywhere. Not like you were planning to anyway.

You flop back on the couch, closing your eyes and massaging your temples. A moment later, deliciously cold fingers rest on your forehead. You hum in appreciation.

“Better?”

“I love you,” you declare boldly.

The husky laughter Soap emits in response is almost as soothing as his touch.

You suddenly open your eyes as a realization dawns on you.

“Johnny, why are your hands fucking freezing?”

“Put ‘em under cold water,” he retorts casually, like it was evident.

You sigh, closing your eyelids, endeared by his behavior but also a bit fed up.

“You're crazy.”

He chuckles again.

“Crazy in love maybe.”

You don't need to look at him to know the smug smirk he's displaying with that comment.

“Wipe that goofy smile off your face, Mactavish.”

“Make me.”

You playfully slap whatever part of his body is nearby, then sigh once more.

“It's only a temporary solution, though. Unless you intend to spend all night turning your hands into ice cubes.”

“Ah could try-”

“Johnny, no.”

“Johnny, yes.”

“Don't be silly.”

“Will have tae be, unless ye've got a better option.”

“Laying in the dark with a wet cloth could help… or at least it's supposed to.”

This is how you ended up in Soap's bedroom with the lights off, both of you laying on his bed, you nuzzled on his torso with his arm around your waist, a washcloth soaked with freezing water on your forehead.

“Is it working?” he asks, barely a few minutes after settling down.

You cannot contain a smile at the impatience in his voice.

“More or less. But what sucks the most with this method is.. “

“Aye?”

“I'm so freaking bored. Cannot read, cannot use my phone, cannot fall asleep either. And with no distraction, I cannot focus on anything but the pain.”

“Ah could distract ye... If ye wanted.” he immediately suggests.

“What are you thinking of, pretty boy? Surely nothing… inappropriate.’

Despite your playful words, your fingers start idly running down his chest, and the shiver that travels his skin in response doesn't leave you indifferent. You hear him suck in a breath, and he grasps your wandering hand only to press it flat against his pectoral, even raising his breast to deepen the contact. Meanwhile the hand holding you tightens its grip on your flesh before traveling lower to grab your ass.

“Now that yer mentioning it, ah read online that it could help wi’ headaches…”

“That what could help, Johnny?”

“An orgasm, bonnie,” he rasps.

You let out an amused sigh at the bold statement, trying to hide how much effect the rasp of his voice has on you.

“Hear me oot-” he pleads, apparently worried that you’re taking him for a perverted loser obsessed with his own pleasure over your comfort. “A'm not bullshitting ye-”

“I know, baby,” you appease him. “I know about the orgasm being a thing.”

“Ye know?... wait, ye knew this whole time? Why didn’t ye say anythin’?”

“Let's just say I'm skeptical of that method.”

“Did ye already try it?”

“Nope. But I'll believe it when I see it.”

“Then let me make ye a believer, pretty girl. Please? Pretty please? Will make ye feel so, so good, promise. Lemme take away yer pain, hen.”

He punctuates his begging by burning kisses, on your temple, your cheek, your jaw, your neck. His fingers sneak under your shirt, tickling your waist. The neediness in his voice and his touch makes you whine his name helplessly.

“Johnny…”

He echoes your whimper with a moan of your name.

“Alright, alright,” you capitulate. “For the sake of experimentation.”

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