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lo-sulci · 10 months

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tagged by @itshighjuniper to share 5 songs i've been listening to recently!! thank you juni ^u^ i am not including songs that are on the playlist that plays at my work (which I have been listening to ad nauseam but not by choice) or songs from the OSTs of stuff, just because those would probably dominate the list (that said, some of the OSTs I've been listening to lately: Across the Spider-Verse, Revue Starlight, Gatchaman Crowds, fanmade g witch covers). anyways!!

- PRESSURE BOMB 2!!!! by Jhariah: have been listening to a LOT of jhariah lately, super super cool style and I always always always love narrative albums. this song in particular just makes my brain happy and also, like, vibrate aggressively. it's nice!!!! other favorites include ENTER: A BEGINNER'S GUIDE TO FAKING YOUR OWN DEATH (the opening track off the album A BEGINNER'S GUIDE TO FAKING YOUR OWN DEATH), Promises, Needed A Change of Pace, and Flight of the Crows

- Riptide by the Scary Jokes: been a fan of the scary jokes for a whiiiile now, and this has been one of the songs from their newest album that i've been listening to the most (other two favorites from the album probably being Forever In You and Rage). Burn, Pygmalion!!! is still an all timer to me tbh (MEANWHILE ON THE ROOF JEANNIE CONSIDERS THE VASTNESS OF THE COUNTRYSIDE THE DARKNESS OF THE MOUNTAINS-) but I am also enjoying RB and bonus points the cassette looks SICK AS HELL

- Love Me Dead by Ludo: introduced to by way of a podcast and thoroughly wormed its way deep into my brain along with Tick Tick Boom by The Hives, Electric Version by The New Pronographers, and Picture, Picture by Harvey Danger. anywhays, god DAMN that chorus kicks ass. also, the video is pretty fun!!

- Venus Ambassador by Bryan Scary: song that I actually found ages ago and only recently checked out the rest of the album for- it's really good!! i think there's a narrative going on here even if I havent quite figured it out in its entirety but in the meantime gosh the music is good and the vibes are exquisite. other favorites off Flight of the Knife include La Madame on the Moon, Mama Waits, and Son of Stab

- A Better Place, A Better Time by Streetlight Manifesto: Streetlight Manifesto singlehandedly made my opinion of ska as a genre do a 180. one day while cleaning/organizing stuff in my room I decided to listen to, like, almost if not all of their discography, and this one was my favorite. made me cry the first time I listened to it!! anyways, my personal recommendation is to do what I did and listen to the entire Streetlight Manifesto discography just fuxking do it

anyways, tagging @theclairewitch @plaintivemeow @lvnarsapphic @sg-x00-airgetlam @destructix (absolutely no pressure tho yall lol) and, like, anyone who sees this and wants an excuse to do one of these!!

#anyways. as i was saying #JEANNIE'S ACCUSTOMED TO BRIGHT LIGHTS AND PEOPLE SHE FINDS THE QUITE EMPTINESS UNNERVING AND IMPERVIOUS #SHES ONLY STAYING HERE CUZ SYLVIA ASKED HER TO NOW THAT SHES GONE AWAY WHATS SHE SUPPOSED TO DO #TEND TO THE GARDENS AND ADMIRE THE ARCHITECTURE WHILE HER PERSONALITY PILLS LIKE A WORN OUT TEE SHIRT #SHE WAS A JOURNALIST WORKED ON THE SUNDAY PAGES TIL A YOUNG STARLET CAPTURED HER FASCINATION #STILL CAUGHT UP IN THE WHIRLWIND THE PAST MONTHS ARE A BLUR #SHE TRIES TO TRACE THE LINES #THEY TANGLE IN HER MIND #SHE ONLY LOVES HER CUZ SHES BEAUTIFUL AND SWEET #COMPLEX AND MYSTERIOUS AND MILDLY DELIRIOUS SHES ALSO SOMETHING OF. AN EXHIBITIONIST #BUT JEANNIE LOVES HER AND #THATS ALL THAT MATTERS TO HER NOW #wish i could say that was all from memory but unfortunately my brain always interets til a young starlet as 2am starlet #cannot tell you why i love this song so much but gosh i sure do

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sga-owns-my-soul · 7 months

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#i'm the youngest of 3 #i have an older brother and sister #and jeannie is 100% well within her rights to be as mean to rodney as she wants #he was. kind of a terrible brother for years #i don't blame her for telling all his friends about his embarassing childhood stories #he yelled at her and dipped out of her life #bc she fell in love and wanted a kid #and then showed up NO WARNING to convince her to work for the u.s. military #BRO #i would've thrown hands #rodney's lucky the worst she did is tell embarrassing stories lmaoo #love rodney but as an older brother he SUCKS (at first)#(he gets his shit together)#anyways #jeannie miller #rodney mckay #polls #sga

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mostlydaydreaming · 2 months

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Her name is Fionn Camp.

Gene Kelly’s granddaughter. Daughter of Bridget Kelly (Camp) ⬇️

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#gene kelly #thank you for this #fionn camp #granddaughter of Gene & Jeannie #very talented #gk family #I love her songs

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forafcrtnight · 8 months

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JEANNIE WAS RESTLESS. and right now, she didn't believe that would be changing anytime soon, because.. how could it, she wondered? it seemed as if everyone who wore a badge in town was restless these days and after everything that she had seen back home? after losing people in the way that she had? she knew very well that she was certainly included in that list, for sure. right? and so - she had started doing the one thing that she did whenever she could not quiet her thoughts - she went out for a run throughout the park and.. well, it seemed as if it was working. "holy shit. now there's a way to make yourself forget all the shit that troubles you," she laughed, attempting to catch her breath, at the same time that she looked over at the other. "want to join me? promise that i will go easy on you. or.. eh, as much as i can?" @walstarterblog

#jeannie ; talks.#jeannie ; open.#wal: starter #wal: open #pls love her cos she needs everything !!#from spiral/saw !!#death mention tw #mental health tw

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snailcubezz · 8 months

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i cannot for the life of me draw ford to show the image i have in my head but Admire the Architecture is such a ford (and lucy) song to me .

gesturing vaguely at these lyrics Do You Get It

#🐠.txt #psychonauts #''shes only staying here cuz sylvia asked her to'' etc makes me think of. ford just kind of half-mindlessly fucking around camp post-deluge #esp the last ''while her personality pills like a worn out tshirt'' part . like the mind shattering Effects #also The Very Last Bit in the other image #''- but jeannie loves her and thats all that matters to her now'' ford making some fucked up decisions to protect her bc he still loved her #does this make sense . idk it makes more sense in the Lyric Art In My Brain but idk how to draw ford OR lucy i just have Thoughts about them

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acesophiewalten · 9 months

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the feminine urge to start an rp blog

#for jeannie. because i love her to literal death #god guys. it could be so cool.

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gladfang · 10 months

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redoing these one by one to fix their designs and add their uniforms. idky the colours are off but i think its my monitor settings

#yes im using flashpoint to pull up the old anime avatar creator. sue me.#jeannie's is changing the least i love her design as it is #ayl tag

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mariocki · 11 months

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Annette Andre and her enormous eyes once again cross paths with Simon Templar, as Annette, who works "on the newspaper" in The Saint: To Kill a Saint (5.19, ITC, 1967)

#fave spotting #annette andre #randall and hopkirk (deceased)#randall and hopkirk #the saint #to kill a saint #itc #1967 #jeannie hopkirk #actually Annette had already made 3 prior Saint eps‚ only one of which i gave her a fave spotting for (3.6)#not sure why i didnt with the others. perhaps her eyes were not significantly large and doleful (not to go on about it but she does have #remarkable eyes). here she... works on a newspaper. that's all we find out (is she a journalist? a copy writer? an editor? a type setter?)#and even that might not be true. she starts the episode by firing blanks at Simon in an attempt to enrage him and drive him to murder Peter #Dyneley (himself a repeat offender in Saintland‚ making his third and final appearance here). he killed Annette's father during a bank #robbery... or so she says. weirdly the episode is markedly sympathetic to him‚ presenting him as a basically decent man who loves his wife #and maybe works a little too hard. that his work is apparently bank robbing is never really gone into. actually the whole thing feels like #it needs digging into deeper‚ not least bc the ending kind of implies Annette was in with the bad guy... something Simon apparently doesn't #notice. after she shoots at him he tails her to a derelict building where she evades him laughing. at the end of the episode the real bad #guy (remember Dyneley is weirdly positively represented here) takes Simon to the same derelict building to execute him #'i wondered how this place fit in' says Simon which only seems to suggest that Annette is part of the frame up and working with real #bad guy... but nothing more is said and Simon happily reunites with her once Dyneley has saved his life (weird!!) and the adventure is over #so is she part of the plotting?? does he just not care???? what's going on Saint crew??

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ghostcradle · 1 year

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watching anne with an e and one of the small things i’m really enjoying about the series is that i keep subconsciously expecting the casual displays of gender nonconformity to be harshly punished by the narrative but it never is! and it’s still kept very realistic imo like we’ve seen negative period-typical reactions to it from certain characters BUT these characters are generally those whom we already have a negative opinion of (like the teacher) and within the narrative itself nobody ever faces drastic consequences for gender nonconformity… it’s just nice to see

#like when cole tried on the dress and madoka walked in… i expected something terrible to happen but there wasn’t even any embarassment #or when anne went into town dressed as a boy and jeannie recognized her #but it’s fundamentally a show about kindness and understanding and it’s so lovely to see that extend to sexuality and gender expression #taqrir #*marilla not madoka hello??? madoka in anne with an e real?

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fhnqbhhr95 · 2 months

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(fhnqbhhr95.tumblr.com) This slave gets wet between her legs from just the thought of being the subject of a sadistic Master. PROCEED...

#Jeannie Lou shows us how much she loves sex by not only sucking on her stud's cock but trying to deep-throat it and slurping it and rubbing

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thecubes · 1 year

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my headcanons for (alive)marty are that hes largely against cigarettes and alcohol (on principles of health 😤, but he'll indulge in a treat/celebration/party peer pressure) listens to the beatles A LOT (says he thinks he must have been liverpudlian in a past life heeeeehee) + also on account of the fact he finds out jeannie also likes them a lot but she doesnt want to come across like the teenagers that scream at them (and so marty is like well i think paul mccartney is just fine). and i imagine him to be somewhat of an activist type, or at least an advocate. standing up for those easily bullied by society, i imagine him to be a highly principled person

#marty my friend marty :''')#unrelated but jeannies morning pigtails are sosososoos cute #i love her

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chloe-skywalker · 8 months

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A Safe Feeling - Eric Coulter

Eric x fem!reader

Warnings:

Word count: 1,402

Requested: Hi can you do a imagine where the reader is the daughter of Jeannie Matthew and she divergent and she in a relationship with eric and her best froend is four and later tris please and thank you - @rachelcarroll1819

Authors Note: Thank you for requesting!

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“Mathews!” Eric called out with a smirk as he saw Y/n exit the hallway near the dining hall.

“You know I have a first name.” Y/n turned around crossing her arms over her chest. Eric knew she hated her mom’s views and being called by her old last name. She’s not Erudite anymore.

Eric gave a nod as he walked over to her, standing in front of her. “Yeah, but that’s for more intimate-”

“Shut up.” Y/n giggled and slapped him on the bicep as Eric chuckled, moving his hands to her hips.

“Where are you off to?” Eric asked as Y/n moved her arms to wrap around his neck. Normally Eric didn’t like showing PDA, unless it was to show she was taken.

“Need to talk to Four about some stuff.” She answered, tilting her head. It wasn’t easy to have Four as a best friend and date Eric. But the two agreed to be sival for her sake.

“Divergent stuff?” Eric spoke quietly, so no one would hear around him. When she had first told him about being Divergent, Eric didn’t take it well at first but then he realized he didn’t care. He loves her anyway.

“Will you keep it down. You know it could get me killed.” Even though he was quite Y/n still was scared at any possibility of anyone knowing. Being Divergent is a death sentence.

Eric nodded as a sigh of apology, moving his right hand up and down her back to comfort her growing nerves. “Is it about the nightmares?”

Y/n nodded with a grimace. “They have to do with my fears and with what I am, he's the best to talk to about it. And he’s my friend.”

Eric rolled his eyes and bit the inside of his cheek at his sight irritation. “Don’t remind me.”

“You're lucky I know what part of that you're referring to.” Y/n smirked, poking him in the chest.

“Oh, what part?” Eric played along, hoping to stall her a little longer.

“The Four part. He’s my best friend, has been since initiation and it bothers you like no other.” Y/n smirked a little, but in her defense she tried to hide it.

Eric shrugged. “I don’t like sharing.”

Y/n let out an amused soft laugh. “I’ve noticed.”

“You know I love you and I don’t care about the Divergent past, right?” He wanted to make sure she knew, he always made sure. Yeah he got annoyed that she’s friends with Four but her being Divergent? That doesn’t bother him.

y/n smiled. “I know. You always reassure me of that.”

Eric nodded. “And I’ll continue to.”

Y/n moved to leave his embrace, really needing to go see Four. “Love you.”

Eric pulled her into a rough kiss before letting go of her waist and back. “Love ya too.”

“I’ll see you later.” Y/n smiled at him turning around and heading off to figure her nightmare, fear problem out.

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After about an hour Four and Y/n sat down, joined by Tris.

“The only thing I can think of is that your fears are changing.” Four stated leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

“But how can I have less fears then when we first came here? How can they change?” Y/n wondered out loud confused. Shouldn’t she have more over time not less?

“I don’t know, Y/n.” Four wished he could give her an explanation, but he had nothing.

“Maybe its Eric.” Tris said, jumping into the conversation.

“Huh?” Y/n turned to her younger friend with confusion and curiosity. Four looked to Tris with a furrowed expression.

“Well he’s protective of you. He’d kill for you, so what if the feeling of protection he gives you is making some of your fears go away.” Tris explained what she meant.

“She has a good point.” Four looked at Y/n.

“Well that’s a development.” Y/n let out an amused puff of air.

“Bad?” Tris tilted her head, looking at her friend trying to see how she was feeling about this new ‘development’ as she called it.

“No.” Y/n shook her head.

“He’s been worried. You should tell him.” Four stated. He may not get along with Eric but he could tell how worried he’s been over Y/n’s situation. Eric could hide it well but Four could still see it.

“Yeah.” Y/n spoke, grabbing her jacket before standing up and heading towards the door. “Yeah, I’m gonna do that. See ya both tomorrow.”

Once Y/n left Four and Tris she headed to the training room, knowing that Eric was training the intaties today. It wasn’t hard to find him once entering the big room. He stood out.

“Hey handsome.” Y/n said as she came up behind him, wrapping her arms around his torso.

“Hey sexy.” He smirked, and as he expected her reaction was to slap him on his arm. It caused him to chuckle.

“Stop it.” Y/n laughed at his behavior. Always so different with her then around anyone else. “Can we talk?��\

“Yeah,” Eric was trying not to be worried. He turned his focus back to the intimates. “Intaites! We’re done for the day. Get out.”

After that they both headed to their shared apartment. They’d been sharing a living space since a little after they finished initiation. Once inside Eric shut the door behind them for privacy.

“So did you and Four figure out what's going on?” he asked and Y/n could see some concern in his eyes.

y/n nodded and licked her lips. “Yeah, about that.”

“What?” He asked gruffly.

Y/n went over and sat on their couch, Eric followed suit. “My nightmares have been odd. Like you knew and we found a few things out.” Y/n took a deep breath before continuing, looking him in the eyes. “I have less fears now. That’s why I keep reliving some of them. My nightmares seem to be the fears I still have.”

“How's this happening? Is it a Divergent thing?” Eric didn’t know much about Divergent. No one really did know anything about Divergents since they were killed on spot after being found out.

“No it’s not a Divergent thing.” She laughed lightly. Y/n leaned in and pulled him into a kiss. When she pulled away she told him. “Its a you thing.”

“Me?” Eric raised his brows in disbelief.

“Yup. You.” Y/n nodded in confirmation of his question.

“Can you explain?” he asked, still very confused. How is he the cause?

“Trus has this theory and Four and I agree with it.” Y/n scooted closer, grabbing his hands in hers. Smiling shyly up at him. “We think I’m having less face because you make me feel safe.”

“That's the goal.” Eric smirked proudly. That was the goal, to protect her. Make her feel safe. And he was relieved that nothing serious was wrong with her. “So many fears have you lost exactly?”

Y/n laughed in amusement towards his reaction. “Cocky much?”

Eric pulled her by the hips to straddle his lap. “Hey, if I’m responsible…”

He two was amused, but this was because of different reasons.

“Thank you.” Y/n thanked her tattooed brute. With the look of confusion back in his eyes, she continued. “I know you didn’t do it on purpose. Not exactly. You couldn’t. But thanks anyway and for protecting me and making me feel safe in general.”

Eric placed a hand on the back of her head and stared directly in her eyes. “You're mine. No one will harm you on my watch.”

Y/n smiled brightly at his declaration. “Don’t tell my mom.”

Eric scoffed. “I don’t tell your mom shit.”

“That's one of the reasons I love you.” Y/n smirked, leaning her forehead against his.

Eric grabbed her, pulling her closer, holding her tighter in his grip as he kissed the column of her neck. “What are the other reasons?”

Y/n let out a moan as he continued to kiss and suck on her neck. “Well if we head over to the bedroom I could-”

“Done” Eric said, effictley cutting her off. He stood up and carried her to their bedroom. All the while Y/n laughed at his actions and looked forward to the night's activities.

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sga-owns-my-soul · 6 months

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the shrine is good for a lot of reasons but i think my favourite moment is jeannie looking for seatbelts in the jumper when john says it's gonna be a bumpy ride so be prepared

#it's just #it's such a cute little detail #of course she's looking for a seatbelt #that's what you do when you get in any sort of vehicle #gotta buckle up for safety #god i love her #i love jeannie so so so much #in love #jeannie miller #sga #sga the shrine #stargate atlantis

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writeforfandoms · 9 months

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Howlin’ For You - epilogue

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Well, I know people wanted more of these two. And after a conversation with a shameless enabler, this is what I came up with! I hope you all enjoy.

Warnings: Swearing, talk of marriage/mating, talk of children, shifter social norms, shifter behavior

Word count: 2k

You shifted your weight in the seat yet again. “You’re sure they won’t mind?” you asked quietly, unable to keep the anxiety at bay.

“Love, they’re right thrilled to meet ye,” Soap murmured, squeezing the hand held captive between both of his. He was a long line of warmth against your side in the chilly train, pressed up against you from knee to shoulder.

You blew out a breath, noisy but short, venting a bit of your nerves. “Right. Okay.”

He nuzzled your cheek softly, squeezing your hand again. “Ye’ll have fun,” he murmured, a soft promise in his tone. “And if ye donnae, we’ll go. Aye?”

“Right.” You did relax a little at the reminder.

“Never done a meet the family?” The words were gently teasing, even as he tried to tug you closer. You swatted his thigh, because you’d already refused to sit in his lap. Twice. This trip.

“Never.” You bit your lip, wrinkling your nose. “Especially not with, y’know, the rest of the stuff.”

“Stuff.” Soap huffed a little laugh. “Funny way of puttin’ it, love.”

“Oh hush.” You warmed, tucking your head down against his shoulder.

“They’re all excited,” he murmured. “Might get a few rude sniffs, though.”

You couldn’t help it. You laughed quietly, relaxing into him. Which, of course, was his goal all along.

“Promise, love,” he murmured. “Won’t be a problem.”

You nodded, taking a deep breath. You’d just have to trust him for now.

You two got off the train, Soap herding you through the station easily and out to the pickup area. A woman waved at the two of you, dark hair shining in the sunlight, an easy smile on her face.

“‘Bout time,” she called as Soap herded you to her car, taking your bag to put in the back. “How was the trip?”

“Uneventful,” Soap said with a shrug.

"You must be his mate." She smiled at you. "I'm Layla."

You gave her your name, a little shy.

"Ah ken, Johnny willnae shuddup 'bout ye." She flashed a bright grin at you.

You warmed and quickly got into the car. Soap settled next to you, ignoring Layla's snickering.

"She's one o' my big sisters," Soap told you. "Got two more."

"Big family," you murmured.

"Aye." He smiled at you. "Jeannie already has two bairns o' her own."

You nodded, leaning a little into his side, unable to entirely quell your anxiety. Soap hummed softly, twining his fingers with yours.

"Mum has everyone for dinner tonight," Layla said as she drove.

"How many people is everyone?" You were almost afraid to ask.

"No more'n twelve. Ach, no, fourteen, forgot the two littles."

"Oh." You blinked. That… was a lot of people.

"Ye'll be fine," Soap whispered to you. "Promised, aye?"

"Right." You breathed in deep, trying to relax.

Layla chattered the rest of the drive, and you understood most of it. But she used some words you didn't know. Not that you said anything - you got the gist of it. Mostly, she and Soap caught up.

Which worked great for you.

Layla parked the cat outside a big house, and you swallowed.

"C'mon, love." Soap patted your hand before he got out.

One last deep breath and you got out too. The house was lovely, the grounds green and lush.

And then there were four pups crowding around you, yipping and sniffing and (in one case) nipping. You squeaked, a little overwhelmed.

"Behave!" Layla called, heading up to the house. The one that nipped you looked apologetic.

"Uh, that's okay?" You patted the top of that one's head.

All four pups crowded you again, little tails going a mile a minute. They all had that same wolf-husky look that you were used to from Soap, though they varied in color. Two were red and white, much like Soap, while one was mostly gray and the last was black and white.

And all of them still had floofy puppy fur.

"I… oh my god you're all cute," you muttered, looking down at the pups. "Is it okay if I pet you?"

One of the pups immediately flopped over on his back for belly rubs. Which you obliged. Except you only had two hands and there were four pups. It took all of a minute for them to gang up on you and knock you flat on your back on the grass.

A sharp whistle pierced the air, and the pups all scrambled off you. You sat up, pretty sure you looked disheveled now.

"Ah, Mum wants t' see ye." Soap appeared to offer you a hand up, hauling you to your feet easily. His strength didn't surprise you anymore.

He walked you up to the house and around back to a set of chairs and a table. His mum was very clearly his mum, her hair salted but still thick and dark, the same glint of humor in her eyes that you saw in Soap's.

"Be welcome in our home," she said, soft and melodious.

"Thank you." You sat when she waved to the chair across from her.

"So, ye caught Johnny's eye." She gave you a quick once-over.

"Seems that way." You smiled a little, nervous.

"Good. He's a handful, but he's a good man." Her smile was soft and proud.

"He is," you agreed. "Even though he did spring the whole shifter thing on me."

His mum laughed. "Aye, he told us."

"I suppose there was no good way to do it," you admitted. "And at least Captain Price was pretty nice about the whole thing."

"Was he? Good. Ah'd hate t' haveta have 'nother talk with him."

"Another?" Your eyebrows shot up.

"Oh aye." Her smile twinkled with mischievous glee.

"Tell me more?" You leaned forward, intrigued.

"Johnny, be a dear an' go help yer da."

Soap huffed but pressed a quick kiss to the top of your head. And left you alone with his mum.

Who proceeded to tell you all about the time she yelled at Captain John Price and then informed him that the 141 had all been unofficially adopted. You kind of wished you'd been able to see that.

At some point you were ushered inside and seated between Soap's mum and Soap. All three of his sisters were there, along with the five children between them - the four pups you'd sort of met, and one baby. His da was a quiet man that was quick to smile.

It was the best kind of overwhelming, honestly.

Until his sister Jeannie asked, "So when are ye having yer first?"

You coughed as your drink attempted to go down the wrong way. Soap thumped your back, shooting his sister a look.

"We, um, haven't talked about it," you said, gaze flitting between the lot of them.

"Tha's a surprise." Maggie, the third sister, had both eyebrows raised as she looked between you two.

"Maggie," Soap warned, eyes narrowed.

"Just askin'," Maggie said, still looking between you and Soap.

"No need ta growl," Jeannie added.

You blinked and Soap actually did growl. And that was all it took for chaos to descend, the entire table weighing in with their opinion. It quickly became completely unintelligible, accents getting thicker and more completely unrecognizable words getting thrown in.

You quickly gave up on trying to translate anything and just sat there, shoulders a little hunched, watching it all with wide eyes.

His da caught your eye and jerked his head, standing quietly. You followed suit. Nobody even batted an eye, all caught in the argument.

Outside was much quieter, and his da sat in one of the chairs and patted another for you.

"Are ye happy? With my boy?"

"I am." You smiled, a little abashed. "I never expected any of this, and it was definitely a shock at first. But I'm happy."

"That's all that matters." He smiled at you, warm and gentle. "Dinnae fuss 'bout the rest."

"Okay." You relaxed.

There was a shout from inside and then a chorus of puppy barks. His da sighed.

"Is it always like this?" You couldn't help but ask, grinning.

"Och aye. Mated to a hellion, I am." But he looked pleased with himself.

You couldn't help but laugh, just a little. It was actually pretty peaceful out here with just the two of you.

Except then he stood, motioning you to wait. You blinked and watched him walk off to the side. But when he started to strip, you immediately looked away. You knew it wasn't a big deal, not to them, but you couldn't get over the ingrained feeling that you needed to look away.

A big wolf padded over to you, darker brown with a tan underside. He was even bigger than Soap. He sat in front of you and rested his chin on your knee.

"More comfortable that way?" You asked, curious. He huffed softly. "Can I…?" You held out one hand, waiting for him to tip his head in permission. Then you stroked the top of his head softly. "You really don't mind I'm not like you?"

He looked up at you and very deliberately shook his head. You smiled.

"Thank you." You relaxed into your chair, absently stroking the top of his head, listening to the furor inside slowly calm.

"Love?" Soap poked his head out the door and huffed. "There ye are."

"Mmhm." You smiled at him. "Nice and quiet out here. A bit chilly."

That was all it took to have Soap draping himself over the back of your chair to be your personal space heater. His da huffed with doggie laughter.

"Alright, love?" Soap nuzzled the crook of your neck.

"Mmhm." You tipped your head a bit. "Long as nobody else asks about stuff we haven't discussed yet."

The sudden, absolute silence from behind you was damning. You sighed.

"Okay. What else came up?"

"Dinnae matter." Soap tightened his grip on you.

"Hey." You poked his arm. "C'mon. Tell me so I'm prepared."

Soap sighed. "They're wonderin' when we're gettin' mated. Properly."

"Hm." You paused for a moment until his da budged your hand, then continued stroking his fur. "Can we put them off until we've talked about it?"

His da chuffed at you, soft but encouraging. Behind you, Soap chuckled.

"That's a yes," he translated. "He likes ye."

"What can I say? I'm charming." You tipped your head to grin at him.

"Ye charmed me," he agreed.

"I picked you up on the side of the road."

"Charmed me with food."

You laughed, leaning back into him. "Best decision I ever made."

"Ye are right smart." He kissed your cheek. "Ye ready to go to bed?"

You shrugged a little, careful not to disturb him. "In a few minutes. This is pretty nice."

Soap hummed softly, nuzzling the crook of your neck again.

"Full moon is in two nights?"

"Aye. We'll all go." He paused. "Unless ye want–"

"Absolutely not. You're going hunting with your family, sweetheart. I'll read."

His da chuffed again, tail wagging slowly. Soap made a startled noise, and his da chuffed again. You knew you were missing that conversation, but you didn't feel left out. It was hard to feel anything bad when you were so securely between the two, both of them radiating warmth and comfort.

"Da says he'll keep ye company, if ye like."

"That's your choice," you told the wolf, stroking along one velvety ear. "I certainly won't say no, but I don't want to deprive you of the hunt."

His da huffed again and tipped his head into your hand. You didn't need a translation for that. You just smiled.

Maybe his family wasn't so terrifying after all.

#howlin' for you #shifter au #soap x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #f!reader

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