#and i was just sitting there head in hands like. blease... how do i find the specifics...

[unnonexistence]

progress on my "ok what kind of math is hermann actually doing" quest: found a keyword! for his predictive models he'd be working with a lot of time series data. like with whatever readings he can get from the breach. seismic data, temperature readings, etc.

so The Math there would be whatever's used in time series analysis & time series forecasting. probably some stochastic models (which is good news for me because i know what those are). possibly also some machine learning models? not sure. i'll be poking around a bit to see if i can figure out anything else.

he also almost certainly does physics calculations about the breach, but that is WAY out of my area haha

[calcifermovesthecastle]

S/o that asks for affection unconsciously when they wake up without even noticing (nsfw?), how would the Bucci gang + josuke + young joseph+ giorno react? :>

So I don’t age up characters for NSFW, so I’ll just do fluff for Narancia, Josuke, Fugo, Giorno and Trish, but I will add some Adult Characters with NSFW for your troubles. :) I’ll add a cut for the NSFW as well so anyone can read before the cut, but only 18+ after please!

Warnings: Language

Bucciarati (Fluff):

-He’s surprised when you hug him from behind when just standing around, or when you slip your hand in his just sitting, or stand behind him while he’s sitting and scratch his back (BLEASE DO THIS FOR HIM he will on god love you forever) 

-So when you two decide to move in, he’s also surprised to find that this carries over into sleeping. 

-He’ll wake up with you literally splayed out on top of him, And he blushes so hard. He’ll try to gently push you off of him back onto the bed, because surely you can’t be comfortable like that.

-Will immediately stop when you tighten your grip and stir, instead allowing his hands to rest on your back.

-He’s honestly not used to it but he will indulge you because god you’re so warm, and so soft and so beautiful in his arms. 

-You’ll notice when you’re awake that he’ll start to return your touches, leaning into your back scratches, squeezing your hand when you slip yours into his, Place his hands over your arms when you hug him from behind. 

-Will never say why, though. It’s his secret. 

Abbacchio (Fluff):

-You may not notice, but god, does he.

-He Panic. You’re half awake, and you just reach out and pull yourself closer to him, nuzzling your face into his chest, Your breath evening out. 

-Oh god what does he do with his hands are you even comfortable there’s no way you’re comfortable jesus what the hell

-He opts to push you away, but you tighten your hold, babbling something out in your sleep about being warm. 

-(He do be warm tho ngl) 

-It takes everything, and I mean, E v e r y t h i n g in him to give in and rest his arms around you, but once he does, and you snuggle even closer? God he’s in love. You’re literally the most precious thing to him. 

-When you’re awake tho he will absolutely push you off the bed without remorse. (Expect a top of the head kiss from him though he’s soft.) 

Mista (Fluff):

-He’s laying awake, tracing his finger along the wall, making damn sure the sex pistols don’t wake you. 

-In his distraction, you reach out, grasping his arm and hugging it. 

-(Arcana reference but Julian laugh) Oh ho ho!

-He takes note that you’re still asleep, and pulls you on top of him, securing his arms around you so that you don’t slip off. 

-Instead of tracing the wall, he will now be trailing his fingers up and down your arms and back, and through your hair. 

-His heart is melting you’re so god damn cute. He’ll tighten his grip, just gazing down at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes. 

-He will tease the everloving shit out of you when you wake up. Like he will not stfu about it. 

-He will also be a million times more physically affectionate with you during the day lol it’s sickening

-He is NOT stinky JFC

Fugo: 

-Whaaaaat are you doing?

-Oh, you’re asleep.

-WHAAATTT ARE YOU DOIIINNNGGGGG

-He’ll stiffen up, but oh no you’re sleeping he cant just...push you away... he’s not heartless....

-He is confused to say the least, and a lil bit uncomfy, but he trusts you. 

-Watches as your features relax as your face presses into the crook of his neck and your arm tightens around his middle. Oh fuck you’re cute

-you’ve won him over. 

-He’ll wrap an arm around your waist, (So you don’t fall dsjdsjdsj) and let you be close to him. He enjoys it too, if he’s being honest. You’re so cute. 

-When you wake up, he’s much kinder and softer towards you. He’ll make any excuse to gently bump knees while you’re sitting or to brush his hand against yours while reaching for something. 

-Only because you asked for it tho

Narancia:

-Nani in tarnation is goin on?

-He’s completely taken by surprise. You’re asleep? And you want him? To hold you? ???? ?????? *Windows start up sounds* 

-He literally doesn’t know what to do He’s so soft and so confused with his negative brain cells (I do hate him but I will admit he does have a big heart he is a sweetie) 

-He will, a little too eagerly, hug you back. His tenacity may or may not wake you up. (It does. Sorry.) 

-You wake up to a surprise hug though so win win?

-The more you subconsciously ask, the more he gives, until you two are literally glued together. (Social distancing whomst? We don’t know her.) 

-Expect sloppy kisses everywhere. On the other hand, funnily enough, you will have to initiate the hugging. He’s so scared. What if he hugs you too tight? What if he wakes you up again? What if he suffocates you? What if you don’t like his hugs

-Hug him jfc he needs reassurance that you want to be held. 

-Sleepy morning hugs where you two are just breathing in sync and there’s not a care in the world are his favorite

Giorno-

-He is a light sleeper. I know I’ve said this before, but he is a very, very, very light sleeper. 

-So when you reach out and grasp at any piece of him you can reach, trying to close the gap between you (It’s a cold winter morning, come on) 

-He’ll startle awake and look over at you to check and see if you’re okay. 

-Oh, you are okay. Oh, you just want held? Alright. He’s up for that. Oh. You’re asleep? He’ll have to be especially careful to not wake you. 

-He will pull you close and rub circles into your back, pressing his cheek against the top of your head. He might even fall back asleep. If you stir, it’s not for long. His warmth and soothing movements lull you back to sleep in the safety of his arms. 

-When you’re awake, he’ll definitely be more affectionate, pressing tiny flowers into your hands, brushing your hair back, k i s s i n g y o u r k n u c k l e s (Im so fucking soft) 

-But seriously imagine Giorno getting down on one knee, taking your hand, and brushing his lips against your knuckles while looking up at you with literally nothing but love and affection in his eyes im going to cry

-Anything he does will have you a blushing mess

Trish:

-Who tf is waking her up? 

-oh, it’s you

-Oh, you’re hugging her

-OH, You’re still asleep.

-O H, you’re fucking cute!

-She’ll study you for a minute, before reaching up to lightly cup your cheek in her hand, careful not to wake you up. Her fingers will flutter over your face, tracing your features. She absolutely adores how precious you look snuggled up against her. 

-When you wake up, expect to have your hand held all day. Trish is the queen of hand holding. She will also take your face in her hands and kiss the corners of your lips, and rest her head on your shoulder when you two are sitting next to each other.  

-She’ll have this smug look on her face the whole time too dsjdsjdsjdsjds 

-Will absolutely do the disgusting feeding each other thing. “Babe, try this!” *Proceeds to hold forkful of food in front of your mouth. “Oh, that looks good, can I have some?” *Lets you do the same* 

-It’s revolting and I love it. 

Joseph (Fluff):

-He’s already awake. He’s got to get up early and train (Viva reverie reference: “With these tall hat guys for a looooong time!”)  But oops, you just so happened to burrow against him, and your arm seems to have found its way across his stomach. What a predicament, you’re still asleep! He can’t wake you!

-He decides that he just doesn’t have the heart to move you, and wraps his arms around you to pull you even closer. What if you get cold? He’s warm, you’ll be warm next to him!

-He will hold you against him until you wake up, no matter how late it makes him. Punishments be damned. You’re way too cute and this opportunity is way too good to pass up. 

-In all honesty though he’s elated that you want him to hold you. This carries over into you being awake. He’ll be hanging off of you. Hell, He’ll carry you around if you give the okay. He will absolutely kneel so he can carry you around on his shoulders. 

-He’s very handsy, so rip to your personal space. You asked for it, after all. You wanna sit in that chair over there? Aww, that’s too bad. He’s your chair now. 

-Are you complaining tho? He’s got some thicc thighs, you’ll be pretty comfy. 

-Psst his hands are gonna be like twice your size compare hand sizes he will love it

Josuke:

-He’s already cuddly bb

-But if on the rarest of rare occasions he either 1.) wakes up before you or 2.) Isnt already holding you, and you press closer to him in your sleep, just maybe ball his shirt up in your fists as you clutch at him, yearning for the affection you’re too scared to ask for when you’re awake

-Oh god he cry

-He cry so hard

-He is the (Parker James’ Steven Voice) CEO of bear hugs. Especially if someone as adorable as you is cuddling up against him.

-He will pull you up against him and bury his face in your hair, maybe even falling back asleep himself. (good luck getting out of his embrace when he’s asleep lol There’s no chance.) 

-it is always a nice surprise to wake up cocooned in his arms, his entire body wrapped around you. 

-When you’re both awake, He’ll do lots of little things for you. Absentmindedly rub your back and shoulders, sling an arm around your shoulders, link pinkies, hold hands, forehead kisses

-He will lift you up and spin you around and kiss you but shh don’t tell anyone

-He is

-so GOD damn soft I love him 

NSFW BELOW THE CUT

18+ ONLY

BUCCIARATI:

-He’s in the midst of registering being awake, getting prepared for the day, when he notices that you’re uh

-he can’t help his erection when he sees you bury your face in his neck and grind your hips against him. You’re still asleep, what could you possibly be dreaming about? 

-Oh god if he hears you whimper his name it’s all over for you. 

-Shakes your shoulder, peering into your sleep-gripped eyes and smiles nervously. 

-”Tesoro, would you mind if I made love to you before I left for work?” 

-Your lips on his are answer enough. He’ll thrust into you at a slow, sensual speed, showering you in praises, leaving soft kisses all over your body. Never marking, but always making sure the feeling of his mouth lingers on your skin. 

-He will speak only in italian during this time, so unless you know italian, don’t count on understanding anything he says. (You’ll have a pretty good Idea of what he means tho 👀)

-He will absolutely make sure you won’t be getting out of bed for the rest of the day. He definitely has a way of making your body melt under his touch. He’s never rough. He’s so, so gentle with you, and you’d be surprised how quickly he can have you cumming because of it. 

-If you ask nicely, he’ll stay in bed with you for a little longer afterwards, pressing kisses into your hair and telling you how much he cherishes you

-”You don’t have to be afraid, dolcezza. My arms are always open for you. You’ll find in them nothing but home.” 

ABBACCHIO: 

-Did you just grab his tiddies?

-He’s in the middle of telling you off when he sees that you’re asleep, mumbling about how you want him to take you, grinding against him. 

-Something feral awakens in him at the sight of you, unknowingly begging for him, and he grabs your wrists, flipping you fast, waking you, and leaning over you, his breath hot against your ear. 

-”Dolcezza, Is it okay if I fuck you?” 

-The answer is yesssssssss

-Oh bby he is R o u g h. He’ll use his stand to hold your arms above your head and push your legs up so far that your thighs will be pressed against your chest, and he will pound into you with a speed and force that’s almost inhuman

-He will kiss you hard, and long, so that when he pulls away, you’re gasping for air, your lips bruised, your eyes rolled into the back of your head. 

-Any qualms he has about being this close to you are out the door. You’ll have deep handprints in your legs from where he was holding them, and the darker the bruise he leaves with his mouth, the happier he is. He doesn’t care where he leaves them, either. Expect some on your chin, your neck, your chest, anywhere he can reach, honestly. But if your lips are bruised, that’s what satisfies him the most. 

-You’ll definitely cum more than once, and once he cums, it’s hard, and he’ll pull you flush against him, breathing heavily, burying his face in your shoulder. Tell him it’s okay, because once he’s come down from his high, his fear that he hurt you is overwhelming. He loves you, after all. Reassure him. Hold him close, and don’t let go. 

MISTA: 

-(Once again Julian laugh) Oh ho ho! 

-He’s gonna watch for a minute, but wake you up if the pressure becomes too much for him. He’ll give you a moment to wake up, and then ask you to fuck. 

-(Yes yes yes) 

-He’s like a mix of Abbacchio and Bucciarati. Rough and kinky, but will literally shower you in praise and affection. 

-He likes tugging your hair while taking you from behind (If you have hair. If not, his hands will grip your waist, or reach around to rub your clit/stroke your cock depending. 

-He will kiss down your back while leaning over you, making sure to leave little marks that’ll last, but not long 

-Definitely makes you cum before he does, but if he can, really enjoys cumming together. To him, it adds to the intimacy of the moment. 

-”Oh, Bombolone, do you need me so much that You want me even in your dreams? I’ll wake you each time, I need you more than you know. You are so perfect. You are so wonderful, and adorable, and I love you so much.” 

-He will literally not shut the fuck up during sex but it’s okay because it’s all sweet and loving. 

JOSEPH: 

-Oh jesus christ stroke his ego why dontcha

-if you’ve discussed it beforehand, and you’re into Somnophilia, he’ll fuck you right there. But if not, He’ll take the time to wake you, his ears burning red. 

-”Oi, babe, You were holding onto me kinda tight and grinding your hips against my leg. If you want me that bad, say something.”  

-He will destroy you. Something about seeing you want him when you’re not even aware of what you’re doing? OOF. 

-He also has a bad case of not shutting the fuck up during sex. 

-The best remedy to this is to just pull him down into a kiss while he’s snapping his hips against yours. Hold it for as long as possible. It’ll make his heart happy if you’re bold enough to initiate a kiss as well. 

-He cums before you but will help you cum as well, whether it be eating you out/blowjob or fingering you/handjob. (If you’re AMAB then he’ll let you return the favor tbh) 

-Will shamelessly ask you for a blowjob. If you indulge him, he’s on cloud nine, His hands weaved into your hair, watching your every move as your mouth closes around his cock and your tongue swirls around him. It takes all of his self control not to throat fuck you. 

-Once you’ve reached your limit, he’ll help you into the shower and massage wherever’s sore, washing you off with a gentleness that’s a stark contrast to his movements prior. 

BONUS GYRO

-When did you end up in his sleeping bag? 

-He’s awake before you or Johnny, and he notices you’ve burrowed yourself close to him. You’re also

-Nyo-ho. Oh are you also. 

-He’ll shake your shoulder, and once you’re awake, he’ll flash his grill and lean in, whispering in your ear

-”D’you wanna fuck me that bad that you’re doing it in your sleep, doll?” 

-Who cares if johnny’s sleeping right over there, with your consent, he’s inside of you faster than anything. He’ll give you a moment to adjust to him, and then start off slow, massaging your hips and thighs, whispering how amazing you are. 

-He goes slow, but makes sure he’s down to his full length with every thrust, pressing his lips into the corners of your mouth, then crashing them directly against your lips, not letting you come up for air until your legs are trembling around him. 

-He won’t change things up until he hears a “Please” 

-That’s his favorite word. If you groan out a “Please, Gyro,” And your voice cracks, oh, are you in for a t r e a t. 

-He’ll make you see stars, but shh, don’t get too loud, doll. Johnny’s asleep. If you’re being too loud, he’ll cover your mouth with his hand. 

-Please hold onto him. Wrap your arms and legs around him while he fucks you. He loves it so much. 

-Once you’ve cum, he tumbles not long after, blurting out something in italian that you can only hope to understand if you don’t speak it. (Hint: It’s praises for you and your body.) 

-Once he’s done, he falls back down next to you, pulling you close and pressing his lips to your forehead, deciding that It can be a later start than usual today. Besides, you look so cute curled up against him like that, doll. 

[tteokdoroki]

So I don't know where the fuck this came from, but after being awake for like 28hrs and finding out covid made the DMV a worse experience than it already was my brain came up with this total crack scenario.

Imagine if you will:

You're dating Kiri. It's been a few months but he's never been to your place and insists he'd like to see it (if you'd let him, if not no biggie). He assumes maybe you're just a little messy or you're place isn't the nicest and for some reason you feel self conscious about it.

But finally you relent. The day would come eventually, and may as well show him.

He cocks his head to the side as you drive up to your place, confused. He had simply assumed you lived in an apartment or townhome. He was not expecting to be driving through what looked like a high end campground.

You pull up to one that looks more like a fancy garden shed than anything. It doesn't take more than 30 seconds for you to be reminded why you had waited so long to bring the nearly 7ft tall mountain of man that is Kirishima Eijiro to you're home and he accidentally knocks some stuff off the wall.

See you're overall decently neat, and keep your cute little place quite clean. Frankly it's easy. You only have 150sqft to worry about in you're perfect, quaint tiny home. Up till now it's been nearly perfect in every way.

But you didn't factor dating (and falling in love) with a man that could reach his arms out and touch both walls of you're house at the same time.

As you flick on the light all you can do is laugh a little as Kiri holds the stuff he knocked off the wall and accidentally bumps into the beam holding the loft up because he's so damn tall.

Kiri being kiri takes it in stride, telling you how nice you've decorated the place and how you ended up here. He is fully committed to trying to spend the night at your place like you've done at his and watching him try to cram himself into the tiny loft that hold your *full* sized bed, is laughable but he isn't detoured by the fact that his feet stick off the end of the bed by at least a foot. It's only when he sits up in the middle of the night, and smacks his head into the low ceiling that (only with you coaxing it out of him) maybe, staying overnight at your place is a logistical nightmare for him. He hates to admit it but also can't afford to be concussed everytime he sleeps over.

#I don't even know what this is #It's 4am #And my brain made me vomit this out #Welcome to my ted talk about why tiny home may be impractical despite what hgtv tells you #No one ever plans on dating a man that takes up the same amount of floorspace as a car #and yet #here you are #thak you got listening #also #i know asks don't have tags but my brain thinks this is the best format I guess #🦊

IVE BEEN WAITING FOR DAYS TO ANSWER THIS ONE BLEASE YOU MAY HAVE BEEN SLEEPY BUT GALAXY BRAIN WAS ALIVE WND WELL FOXY

alright so big beefy eijirou in your tiny liddol bungalow is so funny because you can tell he’s trying so so hard not to break anything. the walls shake every time he takes a step further into your home, making the few pictures you have up fall from their place. kirishima would be blushing as red as his hair, when he catches all of the knick knacks he knocks over and offers you one of his beautiful sheepish smiles :( he’s not usually this clumsy!!! just a big boy who takes up a lot of room and makes your floorboards creek!!

when you make him breakfast, even your little plates and cups feel small— eijirou’s hands are huge and it baffles your fucking mind that he practically swallows your poor China tea cups when you serve him some along with his hefty servings of bacon and eggs because kiri is a big man and he needs to eat. honestly don’t be surprised if he ends up shattering a few plates here and there from brute force of trying to cute his good up, he feels pretty awful honestly— swearing to replace anything that he breaks.

which he does and with the most expensive shit because being the pro hero red riot pays really well and eijirou kirishima’s s/o deserves only the greatest if he can afford it !!! i think kirishima would politely let you down and say that he’d much rather prefer to stay at his place because he genuinely had a headache from how many times he bumped into your lighting arrangements or how much he was avoiding shattering another picture frame from one of your first dates 🥺🥺

[echo-three-one]

i saw requests were open!! mayhaps i request soap/male!reader fluff blease

hi I'm sorry this took too long. I was too busy with gaming. sorry anyways here I go.

Making a difference

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For everyone else, high school seemed to be the most colorful moment of their lives. It was a time period where they grew, learned a lot of stuff and engaged into different activities that soon defined their future. Some even find the love of their lives while others used this period of experimenting on how they would approach relationships.

In your case, this was the most confusing time of your life. You are hundreds of miles away from home and honestly have no idea what's going on inside you, especially when around him.

You clearly remember the first day you met him, it was the first day of admissions and you were still unpacking your clothes from your bag.

"Hey man." his low somewhat foreign accent registered to your ear, making you a little bit scared and somewhat excited. You always found men attractive and questioning yourself ever since.

You slowly turn to observe the man looming behind you, his athletic build was already intimidating and his hair looked like he should be in the army. After a quick glance you turned back to your clothes and gulped, following a deep inhale as you stood up, put on a serious face and turned around.

"Hey. I'm Y/N. You must be John… my roommate." you replied, trying not to maintain eye contact for too long as you realized his icy blue eyes were scanning around your face.

"Yeah. John MacTavish. Nice to meet you Y/N. I hope you could tolerate loud snoring." he chuckled, finishing the handshake as he quickly tossed himself on his bed and looked at the ceiling.

"What brings you to this boarding school? Overly concerned parents? Were you bullied? Are you the bully?" He asked as you turned around to him while he started to arrange his stuff on his side of the room.

"None of the above." You sighed.

"Some rich family owed my parents something and now they're helping me get back up on my feet when they died." You muttered as your shoulders sank. Moments later and you felt a warm hand on it as you tensed in surprise.

"I'm sorry about that." he muttered as you turned around to face him.

"It's okay." you replied as he gave you a kind smile and tried to cheer you up.

"Hey, we got like… a week before school starts. I suggest we drive to the nearest town and enjoy some ladies' company before we get busy with our studies, huh?" he roared, trying to light up the mood and you smiled to make him feel great about his suggestion. You could use a breather before everything got serious and you couldn't resist an offer from this guy, so you nodded your head as he picked up his keys and led you to his car.

~

"Well, I haven't thought that far ahead…" he muttered as he parked the car in front of a convenience store. The radio was softly playing Taylor Swift's Our Song and you were imagining the same scene as the lyrics. Mentally slapping yourself at your delusions.

"Any other great ideas?" He asked, looking around the small town. It was awfully quiet due to a town-wide camping trip where most people their age participated, therefore shops were almost empty. Bars were bustling with activity but they didn't have fake IDs and John wasn't going to act as a bad influence for you. Which made you feel a little more special and besides, he was supposed to drive back home later.

"Why don't we just get something to eat and like, eat it somewhere… Sometimes peaceful areas cleanse the mind before incoming stress." you suggested, hoping he wouldn't see it as a date or something, but you knew he wouldn't feel it that way.

"Good idea. Stay here while I go get something to eat." He muttered as he unclasped his seatbelt and got off the car, his musk slowly dissipated as it followed him. You took a deep breath as you felt your heart express what it felt all while you're alone.

"Holy shit." you whispered to yourself as you tried to calm yourself down. You once felt like this back when you were with your ex girlfriend and shared your first kiss. But this was just sitting on a shotgun of his car and you're already losing your mind.

While your head was wandering about how you're going to survive the whole semester sharing a room with this man, you never noticed that he was already tapping the closed window. You quickly rolled it open and helped him get a few stuff as you wondered how long you were daydreaming.

The guy bought a lot of chips and drinks that could feed ten people and you were shocked at how you two could possibly consume all of these.

"That's a lot." you commented as he closed the door.

"Is it?" He asked with a chuckle and drove off to a park overlooking the small town.

The sun was slowly setting as you opened the third bag of chips for the both of you, wondering what he felt when you simultaneously reached for it and felt each other's hands just moments ago.

"What about you? Why go to an all male boarding school?" you asked as he dipped his hand on the bag and scooped a handful of chips.

"Parents want what's best for me." he muttered, as loud crunching noises followed.

"Isn't that good?" You asked and he looked at you.

"Yeah it is… But I wanted to make a difference to the world… Something… heroic." he mused, his eyes almost looked like it sparkled when he said heroic. You felt that it'd fit him.

"Like a policeman?"

"Something greater and less public. I always felt like I was meant to save the world discreetly." He laughed at his dream.

"It's possible y'know…" you defended and he looked you in the eye.

"Yeah. You're right. It could be. And I have this whole semester to muster up courage and tell my parents what I really want." he smiled as if he's thanking you for a thought you just blurted.

"Wait what?!" you raised your eyebrow, confused.

"I'm thinking of going back home to Scotland after this. Enlist myself into the army. Make myself useful." He stood up and placed his hands on his hips, staring at the sun. You looked at him in amazement at how brave he was to choose such a risky decision. It almost inspired you to do something brave too.

"Hey John?" you asked. Your heart started thumping loud enough that you couldn't hear anything else.

"Aye?" he replied, his blue eyes locked against yours.

"I… I like… your shirt. Where did you buy that?" You exhaled as you failed to express yourself miserably. He'll only be here for a semester. You decide not to make anything more awkward.

"Yeah, my mom got this for me. You know, you can have it. As a remembrance of this day when I decided to change the world." he said, tossing it to you, you caught the shirt in surprise as you secretly admired his whole form while he looked for an extra shirt at the back of his car.

"Worth it." you muttered to yourself as you took a secret whiff on it.

~~

US - RUSSIAN PEACE NEGOTIATIONS

The headline read as you sat on the couch and stared at the screen while it flashed pictures of the devastating effects of war.

"Uncle Y/N. What are you watching?" Your friend's daughter asked as you quickly turned it to the next channel, showing an episode of a soap opera. You were babysitting her today as a favor.

"Just some drama, Haley." You replied, trying not to croak as you slowly wiped off a tear that ran across your face.

"Is it really that sad that it made you cry?" She asked.

"I guess so… It was a great story." you lied as your mind wondered if he got involved in this in any way possible, and also can't help but worry if he was okay.

"I hope you did save the world…" you whispered, looking at the sky, remembering those times where he helped you more than anyone could.

[tothemeadow]

praying i’m not too late- day 5 kinktober with tanjiro, scenario, and fem!reader blease and thank you-

Day 5: femdom / leather/latex / orgasm denial

warnings: NSFW, photography, videotaping, slight degradation, ball gag, blowjobs

words: 1,143

(a/n): Tanjiro is 18+ in this, art is not mine

A pathetic whimper breaks through the silence.

You eye the ball gag settled between his lips, the saliva spilling from the corners off his mouth and dripping onto his thighs and the sheets. Tanjiro forces himself to stay completely still, his hands balled into fists and his thighs. His entire body trembles, though; you can hear the buzzing of the vibrator inside him, the ragged pants of his breath. Your eyes drift downwards, over his rigid muscles and beads of sweat sticking to his golden skin. His cock stands tall against his stomach, angrily flushed and spewing precum. Your eyes lock onto the black band wrapped around his cock and smile.

“I think I want to take a picture,” you say. Drumming your manicured nails on the arm of your chair, you cock your head to the side. “What do you think of that, angel?”

Tanjiro keens. Another bubble of saliva pushes past the gag and drips down his chin. He swallows thickly, his Adam’s apple catching on the smooth material of the collar you put on him. Picking up your phone, you draw yourself to a stand and step over to the edge of the mattress. Tanjiro’s eyes watch your every movement, his eyelashes fluttering.

Dropping onto your knees, you lean over him, your phone almost in his face. You snap a couple pictures – his flushed face, his hungry eyes, the bright red ball hanging out his mouth. Looking through the screen, you lower the camera, your eyes hungrily drinking in the sight of his swollen cock. He twitches under the attention, his cock kicking back and grazing his stomach.

“Look at you, angel. Look at your little cock posing for the camera,” you say with a giggle. Reaching out, you drag your finger up the underside of his cock, watching in pure delight as another bead of precum swells from the tip. “You’re so messy,” you say, clicking your tongue.

A jumbled mess of gargling comes as your only response.

The leather of your boots squeak as you reposition yourself; Tanjiro’s cock twitches one more. Urging him onto his back, you press the phone into his hands and sit between his legs. “I want you to record me,” you breathe.

Leaning down, you press a kiss to the underside of the head of his cock. A squeak erupts from the back of Tanjiro’s throat. You watch as he scrambles around with your phone, almost dropping it in the process. His hands violently shake as he switches to the video setting. He mutters something, but it’s completely undecipherable due to the gag.

“Do you like watching me suck your little cock, angel?” you purr. “You want to have a video for later, right?”

Tanjiro frantically nods his head yes. A muffled scream immediately breaks free the moment you slip his cock into your mouth; you don’t waste a single moment, choosing to take his cock in its entirety until the head is buried in your throat. His hips buck upwards, successfully driving his cock further down your throat. You gag around his cock and send him a glare. The rapid muffling tells you that Tanjiro is trying to profusely apologize.

You deliver a swift slap to his inner thigh. Tanjiro squirms, a yelp emerging from the depths of his chest. Again, you force him down your throat, taking a moment to relax and breathe through your nose. Your eyes latch onto the camera’s lenses, making a show of fluttering your eyelashes and hollowing your cheeks around him. Your tongue traces the vein on the underside of his cock, flicks against the glans. Tanjiro moans throatily around the ball gag. His cock twitches against your tongue and a choked noise follows suit. You grin wickedly around him – your pretty little angel just had a dry orgasm. Poor thing.

As you pull off of him, a string of saliva trails from your plump lower lip to the tip of his cock. Tanjiro whimpers at the sight; his hands scramble with the phone again, turning the screen off and tossing it to the side. You coo at him, sitting back up and leaning over his trembling frame. His eyes drift down to your breasts, all pretty and voluptuous. The lacy one-piece you wear leaves nothing to the imagination, leaving your delicious curves on display.

“Poor angel,” you purr, taking his wrists in your hands and holding them over his head. “You wanna cum so badly, don’t you?” You cock your head to the side and flash him a mock pout. “I guess sucking you off is too much for you to handle, isn’t it?”

Tanjiro shakes his head no. His eyes shine at you with unshed tears and hope. His face is contorted into one of pure desperation. He looks so pained, so unbelievably aroused that it’s hard not to feel hot yourself. Shifting your hips, you grind down against him, causing the two of you to moan. His cock feels incredibly hot against your clothed pussy; it makes you dizzy, feeling it barely pressed your slit as you steadily rock against it.

“You wanna fuck me, Tanjiro?” you pant. “Does my angel want to fuck me with his tiny cock?” Reaching down, you grasp onto his hardened cock. Moan after sinful moan spill from his lips, along with wet trails of saliva. Your fingers on your other hand loop around his collar; you tug him forward, your noses bumping against each other. “Tell me you wanna fuck me, angel.”

Fat tears finally slide down his cheeks. He gargles on a yes, his chest heaving with every pant. You mutter a ‘good boy’ and release your hold on him; slipping the crotch of your one-piece to the side, you guide his cock into your sopping cunt. Your hands find his wrists once more, your nails digging into the flesh as you fuck yourself on his cock. Tanjiro wildly bucks his hips into you, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing throughout the room.

The head of his cock fucks against the sensitive, spongy area in you, causing loud moans and curses to burst from your mouth. Clenching around his cock, you bury your face in the crook of his neck, your mouth brushing over the edges of his collar. A high-pitched keen fills your ears and Tanjiro flexes his wrists beneath your hands. He furiously thrusts against that sensitive spot, way too eager to have you cum around his cock. After a couple of moments, you finally reach your orgasm, a whine of his name leaving your lips. You kiss the underside of his jaw, muttering how good his cock fucked you.

He whimpers when you pull off of him, his cock kicking and flushed purple. “Oh, angel,” you coo, reaching down and freeing his cock of the ring, “let’s get you to cum, alright?”

[grayfilmsandstuff]

Can I get a romantic match up blease,,,

I’m a white, short black haired crypticgender who’s panromantic, I’m chaotic most of the time but also understanding and try my best to help others, I’m severely mentally ill and have slight anger issues that I try to manage, and I really like nature things like photography and looking at the scenery, as well as drawing and playing video games. I have a problem with showing proper emotions, so I may sound dull or come off as snarky sometimes when I really don’t mean to.

sure!! you sent this in when matchups were closed but i'm doing it anyways because i only had one request left to do and i didn't want to delete this only to open up the inbox minutes later SO here you go

i match you wiiiiiiiiith...

Deimos!

- you and him met when you were going up the mountains of Nevada. he drove past you, noticed you walking, and asked if you needed a ride. you've been really close ever since

- he matches your chaotic energy perfectly. both of you are the crackheads of the team, constantly pulling dumb pranks, doing dangerous stunts, and never shutting up about deez nuts jokes

- you do have a soft side, though, and Deimos is the only one who really gets to see it. he loves that you trust him enough to show it to him, and that's when you're the softest and most intimate with each other

- he understands that you have anger issues and that you can get frustrated easier than others, so whenever he notices your annoyance and knows you're going to do something you regret, he'll take your hand and squeeze it as a gentle reminder that everything is fine

- you spend a lot of your time on the roof of the bunker, gazing at the beautiful Nevadean sunrises/sunsets or just enjoying being outside. the red sun can actually be really, really pretty, and it can be perfect for photo opportunities

- it's the cutest thing ever when Deimos finds you on the roof during a sunset. he'll come and sit behind you, his chest against your back and his arms, and his arms around your waist. he rests his chin on your shoulder and points out all of the colors and kisses your cheek and it's just so sweet

- there have been a few times where he's fallen asleep, his head resting against your back. you've had to carry him back into the bunker every time because he's the soundest sleeper you've ever met

- he enjoys watching you draw because he knows that he's crap at it. it's amazing to him how you can create something so cool and so intricate out of nothing

- he also plays video games with you. a lot. he's fairly good at it too, so playing with him often results in the two of you teasing each other and trash talking while trying to win. most of the time Deimos wins, but you get a victory in there every now and again

- "ha! you call that a good shot?! watch this!" *jumps off of a building and headshots you from hundreds of feet up*

- "how in the- where are you?! i can't even see your character! oh now i- hOW DID YOU GET UP THERE"

idk if you can tell but.. . ..i love writing deimos so much agdjdgsjhf

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Still doing 5-sentence Sunday? “How many times am I going to have to remind you just how extraordinarily beautiful you are?” with Syverson blease!! 😘

Still doing them. This brain needs a jump start to finally write again 🙈

“How many times am I going to have to remind you just how extraordinarily beautiful you are?” Sy asked. You had been sitting in silence for a while, hanging on to your own thoughts. He was holding your hand as he drove you back home. You had just left the restaurant in town where you had invited your whole family to tell them that you would be getting married.

You never had the best relationship with your family, but that they chose this day over all of the days to remind you just how lucky you were, that someone like Sy had chosen you... The disappointment of the family. The ugly one. They had said nothing you haven’t heard before but still..

“As often as you want to.” You squeezed his hand, looking at him. You never thought you would find the one. The one person that made you feel whole. Yet here he was. In all his glory, and wearing a suit because he wanted to make a good impression on your family.

“I know we never really talked about our wedding but I was thinking.... Vegas is only a three hour drive.”

“You still wanna marry me?” You teasingly asked.

“The sooner the better.” He kissed the back of your hand.

“Lead the way.” You whispered, leaning over to him, intending to kiss his cheek when he turned his head to kiss you quickly.

[jgvfhl]

Number Lads! AKA me taking a hammer to canon :)

Well now we see some actual plot being affected by the character choices in this here little ol' story I'm writing. Damn this list is getting long... wonderful! (Read Part 1 - Part 2- Part 3)

Some gentle warnings for injury descriptions--specifically burns

ARC-0000 = Zero = d0nut man

CT-2222 = Do-si-do = Double Trouble

CT-3333 = Trees = Leafs

CT-4444 = Fours = Submarine

ARC-5555 = Fives = high fives

ARC-1409 = Echo = BetterDomino

CC-6666 = Sixes/Death = DEATH

ARC-7777 = Sevenset = RedBoiiiii

CT-8888 = Loops = Loopy

high fives: GUYS guys guys i think echo and i can get our hands on nines soon

d0nut man: “get our hands on nines”

d0nut man: well. I’ve heard stranger things out of one of our medics

BetterDomino: lol yeah us too

Leafs: nines? 212th yeah?

high fives: yeah echo and i just got the rundown for a mission with cmdr cody and gen kenobi and there was definitely a CT-9999 on the list

Double Trouble: oo what kinda mission??

BetterDomino: the kind you’re not allowed to know about

high fives: yeah :3

BetterDomino: and technically he shouldn’t even have mentioned it >_>

Double Trouble: oh ho ho

Leafs: do si do, gossip is not worth breaking classified information

high fives: but nines!!

RedBoiiiii: WE’RE GETTING A NEW NUMBER????

high fives: MAYBE

BetterDomino: very strong maybe

DEATH: classified missions = death trap

DEATH: the new guy might not even make it out, don’t get too excited

RedBoiiiii: life of the party, as usual

Leafs: well he is the more experienced of us in these things… so…

high fives: we’re not gonna die guys

Loopy: you better not :(

DEATH: you want some advice? if the seps point a gun at something, they’re going to shoot

DEATH: doesn’t matter how important it is to them or their cause. they will shoot it.

high fives: … noted sir

BetterDomino: thank you

RedBoiiiii: OYA DOMINO I LOVE YOUUUUUUU blease come back safe *bonk*

high fives: *bonk*

BetterDomino: *bonk*

____

Had Nines not been a member of the 212th for nearly two years, he’d probably be wondering if all of his general’s missions went this muja-shaped so fast. Well. Actually, he’d probably be dead. He rather liked not being dead, and hoped to keep it that way, despite the absolute and utter chaos happening around the Citadel’s lower airfield at the moment. The air was a haze of colors as blue, red, and green blaster bolts zipped through the air, combined with the five lightsabers whirling about the generals and commander. But right now, Nines was really trying not to die while pinned down behind this cargo crate.

The noise of a door drew his attention--ever so briefly--as yet more clankers emerged from the hellish prison. He could only take a glance before he had to duck back behind the large cargo crate he and two ARCs were using for cover. He looked over at the pair, watching one--Echo or Fives, he couldn’t quite recall at the moment--launch a charge at the new droids. Nines felt the detonation, and twisted back around to send some bolts towards the scattered droids. Kriffing hells, commando droids? Again? Stars, he really hated those buggers.

“General Skywalker!” Nines barely caught the tail end of the ARC’s warning as he returned to cover. “A droid is manning one of those turrets. They’re gonna blow up the shuttle, sir.”

Oh, hells no. Nines looked up, locating General Skywalker and General Peill on the little flying craft they’d commandeered from incoming assailants. It looked like they were heading towards the turret, then they disappeared over the edge of the cargo crate.

“This is our only chance!” Nines heard behind him from the same ARC. “We have to stop him.” He looked over just as one of the pair disappeared around the side of the crate, the other close on his heels.

“Echo no!”

Nines jogged over, hoping to cover the pair. Echo was running towards the shuttle’s ramp with a shield dropped by one of the commandos. Nines looked and saw at the same time as Fives--if that was Echo, the one still standing here was Fives--the commando droid at the turret’s controls turning the blaster barrels towards the shuttle.

Nines felt a horribly familiar cold lump sink into his gut as the seconds seemed to slow, green turret rounds creeping closer and closer to Echo and their only way out of this Maker-abandoned pit. But it seemed time hadn’t slowed for Fives, who was suddenly reaching to the ascension cable at the back of his utility belt.

He attached it to his blaster, aimed at his brother, and fired.

There was the distinct sound of the cable striking plastoid. A huge noise followed, managing to drown out the whizz of blaster fire. A wave of light and heat washed over the immediate area as the shuttle exploded. Nines’ eyes followed a chunk of the ship as it flew over the landing pad and destroyed the turret and the droid manning it, but then his attention was back on Fives. Fives, who was drawing in his ascension cable desperately as the rest of the strike team collected by the last way out of the landing pad.

“We need to go,” General Kenobi said, and no one was going to argue. “Now.”

“Fives,” Captain Rex stood next to his ARCs.

Fives was kneeling on one knee over Echo’s unmoving, singed, and smoking form, hastily detaching the cable from his brother’s chestplate. “I got him,” he said, and even for all the training he had, anyone would hear the distress underlining the urgency of his actions.

Nines cast his eyes over the fallen ARC. The plastoid of Echo’s boot had melted in the intense heat of the shuttle’s explosion. It wasn’t coming off until a medic was there to cut it off. Nines was grateful now for the filters in his bucket, keeping the smell of burning blacks and probably flesh out of his nose. Taking another look, he saw Echo’s right arm had suffered similar injuries--the side unprotected by the shield. But, judging by Fives’ concerted efforts, he was still alive.

As the team retreated, Fives finally stowed his cable and his blaster on his belt, hefting his brother across his shoulders and hauling them both up. Nines lagged between the two parties, waiting until Fives had caught up before picking up his pace.

“No man left behind, right?” Nines said, low enough to keep it between them.

“Not a kriffing chance,” Fives huffed.

_____

In a whirlwind of sulfurous stench, near misses, anoobas, crawling over lethal lava lakes, and the unfortunate death of General Peill, the greatly reduced strike team was finally aboard General Koon’s gunship. Fives carefully lowered his brother to the floor, leaning him against the wall. Captain Rex maneuvered over to them, standing between them and the other occupants like a human privacy screen as the gunship flew far, far away from the stinking hell that was The Citadel.

It was another hour or so before Nines had the chance to find them again. Echo’s injuries were the worst to come out of the mission, mostly because of the sheer number of casualties. Nines himself only suffered some relatively superficial bumps and bruises, so he was cleared from medical quickly.

“Where are you off to, Nines?”

The commander, too, had been quickly cleared, it seemed. Nines turned and waited for Commander Cody before starting for the other medbay rooms again. “Sir, I thought I’d check on the two ARCs. Fives and Echo?”

The commander nodded, switching his helmet to under his other arm. “I was gonna check on Rex, and he’s probably with them. I’ll come with.”

“The captain’s pretty fond of them, then?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” the commander smiled, though there was something bittersweet in the expression.

As he’d predicted, they found the captain and Fives outside one of the medbay rooms. Rex was seated on the bench between doorways, his bucket on the floor between his feet, a water bottle in one hand. Fives was on his feet, pacing back and forth in front of the room, his eyes only leaving the windows briefly at every pass. His bucket was resting on the ground near the captain’s.

When the two caught sight of Nines and Cody approaching, Rex made to stand, but the commander gave him a sharp look. “Sit down, Rex.” The captain slumped back down on the bench, where the commander soon joined him. “What’s the word?”

“There hasn’t been any kriffing word,” Fives growled, still pacing.

The commander’s brows scrunched. “It’s been over an hour.”

“I know,” Fives shot back with far more force than Nines would ever use towards a commander.

But Cody took it in stride, barely reacting to the added bite in the ARC’s words. He just nodded and leaned back against the wall like Captain Rex, whom he asked, “Have you both been looked over?”

The captain nodded. “Yeah, we’ve been cleared.”

Nines watched Fives pacing back and forth. He hadn’t gotten much of a chance to talk to Echo or Fives before the whole strike team went into carbonite. But, clearly, Fives needed a distraction. Nines had been around long enough, battle after battle, to recognize that.

He took a step forward, clearing his throat. “Hey, uh… Fives. What was it you were telling me about before we left? That… number group?”

Fives paused in his pacing, and some of the stress on his face replaced by slight confusion, then recognition. “Right. Yeah.”

The captain raised an eyebrow at them both. “Number group? Fives, how many people are you gonna tell about those guys?”

“Well,” Nines began, “he had a good reason. I’m CT-9999. Nines, sir.”

The captain chuckled. “I see.”

“Yeah, he didn’t get much out before we had to go under. Anything else I should know about these guys?”

Fives finally stopped pacing and sighed quietly, looking over through the medbay windows. “Yeah, okay.” He rubbed his eyes, his shoulders lowering as some of the fight left his system. It appeared he’d realized Nines was only trying to take his mind off his injured brother, and was giving in to the plan.

“Why don’t you get cleaned up while you’re at it, Fives,” Captain Rex told him, and despite the wording, it wasn’t a question.

“But--”

“Echo’s not going anywhere,” the captain said, cutting off Fives’ protests. “I’ll stay here, and I’ll comm you the second I hear anything.”

Fives sighed again. The captain had won, Nines knew. The ARC trudged over to collect his helmet from the floor by his captain’s boots. As he straighted up, the captain caught the back of his neck and pressed their foreheads together long enough to murmur something inaudible. Nines knew it wasn’t for him to hear anyway. But Fives nodded when he was released, and even Cody reached up to pat his chestplate. Huh.

“Food first or shower first?” Nines asked when he walked over to him. “‘Cause I’m starving.”

“Yeah, me too,” Fives admitted. “But, I think I wanna get the stink of that place out of my armor before I try eating anything.”

_____

After a fast shower, even by GAR standards, Nines found Fives sitting on the floor outside the ‘freshers in just his blacks and boots with his kit and a wet cloth, in the middle of wiping off the worst of the grime from the mission. He had paused, however, and was now fiddling with his wrist comm. Nines sat down next to him with his own kit to do the same.

“Any news?”

“No, I just remembered something…” Fives replied, clearly occupied. Finally, his comm blinked green as it connected with someone else’s. “Loops?”

There was a hesitant answer. “Fives…? Why can you comm me while I’m in hyperspace?”

Fives smiled triumphantly. “Don’t worry about it. Are you busy right now?”

“I mean… it can wait an hour or so. Why?”

“You wanna pop down to the mess hall for a bit?”

There was a pause. “Are you onboard?”

“Maybe.”

Loops stuttered out a few indignant syllables before demanding, “Did we just haul ass across hyperspace to pull you out of The Citadel?”

“Well, not just me, but yeah. Thanks, by the way, for whatever small part you played in getting us the hell out of there.”

“What in the nine hells were you doing in The Citadel, Fives?”

Fives rolled his eyes. “Can you just meet me in the mess and I’ll tell you?”

Another pause. “Fine, but I’m not happy about it.”

Even if Fives hadn’t filled Nines in on who Loops was on their way to the mess hall, it would have been fairly obvious by the large eight tattooed on his cheek, much the way Fives’ tattoo was obvious. Loops was CT-8888, and his face only dropped its suspicious scowl at Fives when Nines introduced himself.

“Nines? Really?”

“Hey, I said we could get our hands on him,” Fives said around a mouthful of rations. He and Nines had gotten their food and found a table before Loops had shown up.

“Yeah, and the commander said he’d be dead by the end of the mission,” Loops shot back across the table.

Nines raised an eyebrow. “Well, I’m not dead…”

“Which is wonderful,” Loops assured him.

“And… which commander?”

Loops looked at Fives, who took the opportunity to take a long drink. “You didn’t tell him about the commander?”

When he finished, Fives shrugged, wiping his mouth and smiling. “I think it’s better when you find out organically.”

“Maker, you and Sevenset are two of a kind,” Loops said, shaking his head. “Hey, where’s Echo?”

“Medbay.”

“Is he okay?”

Nines watched the shadow of worry fall across Fives’ face, but he seemed to shake it off. “I don’t know yet.”

Loops dipped his chin, looking sympathetic. “Oh. I’m sorry.”

Fives tried to give an assuring smile, but it didn’t quite land. “Yeah, well… it’s not gonna kill him. So.” He poked the remaining cubes of food on his tray with his fork.

His friend nodded, understanding that, sometimes, injuries weren’t so straightforward to fix. Clones had been decommissioned for some pretty mundane reasons, and everyone knew it. “Well, hey,” he said, “you’re both alive, and so is Nines. You can prove the commander wrong if nothing else.”

“Well, you’ve got a point there.”

“Do you wanna do that now, or…?” Loops asked, slowly raising his wrist comm and opening a text channel.

“We’re in hyperspace,” Nines reminded him.

He frowned, putting his arm back on the table and resting his chin on it. “I hate hyperspace.”

Nines could understand. Usually, he was too busy to complain, but now he was a bit at odd ends. But before he could voice his commiseration, Fives’ comm pinged, and a second later, Fives sprang up from the table, food and tray almost forgotten.

“That was Rex, I gotta go,” he said, already hurrying away to deposit his tray before dashing out the door.

Loops had made no move to follow him, and Nines knew there would be no room in the medbay for them regardless. “Hope it’s good news,” Loops said. Nines nodded.

_____

Fives skidded to a stop, narrowly avoiding crashing directly into Rex in front of Echo’s room in the medbay. Rex grabbed his upper arms to help him stop.

“What is it? What happened?” Fives demanded, only just noticing the Wolfpack medic standing by. He looked regulation except for a large geometric tattoo on the left side of his neck.

“Take a breath, Fives,” Rex told him. “This is Bolt, he was just about to tell us.”

Bolt gestured them into the room, allowing Fives to move past him to stand next to his twin. Echo was still unconscious, although Fives didn’t know if that was because of the extent of his injuries or because of something the medics had done. A blanket was drawn up to his chest, his arms laid out at his sides. His right arm was swathed in bandages almost to the shoulder joint, and Fives could see by the outline of his right leg that it was wrapped up similarly. He reached over to put a hand on his brother’s head, feeling some of the tension he’d still been carrying fade as he ran gentle fingers through his brother’s hair.

“So, how is he?” Rex asked.

“Why is he still unconscious?” Fives added.

Bolt folded his arms, tucking his datapad under one arm. “He’s medically sedated. The burns on his leg are extensive and severe, and it’s better for him to be unconscious for the pain. Most of the time we spent today was getting his leg out of his boots and blacks. They’d melted on in some places. There are some third-degree burns around his knees and ankles where his armor didn’t protect him, but for the most part, they’re all second- and first-degree.”

“But his--it’ll all heal, right?” Fives wanted to know. Batchmate aside, Echo was his partner on the field. He needed to know Echo could still be that, or else Jesse might be getting a bit of informal ARC training to make up for it.

The medic nodded. “It should heal. There might be some nerve damage that will take longer than the rest, but it should be a functional result. Whatever surgeries or grafts will be minor, which is good. As soon as we come out of hyperspace, I will contact your medics, Captain, and let them know to have a bacta tank ready for him when you arrive.”

Rex nodded back, and Fives could see a similar shedding of worries from his shoulders. “Thank you.”

“It’ll still be a couple months until he’s ready for action, but he should be able to return to full duties eventually.” He unfolded his arms and moved towards the door. “You can stay as long as you want.”

Fives nodded, his focus back on Echo now the medic was done. He didn’t notice the captain moving until Rex’s hand landed on his shoulder, and he looked over. “Have a seat. I know you’re gonna be here a while.”

An empty supply crate had appeared behind him. He sat, his hand moving to grasp his brother’s. “I thought I was gonna be the one getting hurt doing something stupid like that.”

Rex breathed a short laugh. “Yeah. Well. Good on you for pulling him out like that. Ascension cable--don’t think I would have thought of that one.”

A tiny smile appeared on Fives’ face. “Guess the ARC training was good for something.”

“Mm… I think that was more Domino training than ARC training.” Rex ruffled Fives’ curls. “Maybe get some sleep while you’re keeping him company, okay?”

He didn’t have any arguments for that. Once Rex was gone, however, he stood up so he could lean over Echo to put their foreheads together, resting his left hand on the side of his brother’s face. He remained like that for a short moment, where he could feel his brother’s slow, even breaths across his face, and to finally let it sink in that Echo was okay. That explosion had been terrifying to watch, and the sight of Echo’s body landing limply on the ground on the end of the cable would have debilitated Fives before ARC training. Then again, they wouldn’t be ARCs if they didn’t have the potential to be better than themselves.

Echo was okay. That was the important thing.

“You’re gonna be right as rain in a few,” he murmured before moving to kiss the spot where their heads had touched. “And I’ll be there the whole time, okay?”

He pulled the crate a bit closer to the bed before he sat back down so he could lay his arms down and rest his head on top of them. He took Echo’s hand in his own, tucked their clasped hands against his cheek, and closed his eyes. Sleep wasn’t far behind.

_____

high fives: guess who’s not dead commander

RedBoiiiii: FIVES!!!! YOU’RE OKAY!!!

DEATH: what do you want, a medal?

high fives: already have one, thanks

Leafs: is everyone else alive too, or just you

Double Trouble: YOU LIVE!!! Now do we get all the goss about the mission??

Leafs: do si do you are a hazard to the gar

Double Trouble: why thank you trees <3

high fives: anyway nines is *also* alive

RedBoiiiii: NINES??

Loopy: and so is echo

d0nut man: oh good nox and pixel were worried about their “handprint buddy”

high fives: that’s adorable he’ll be glad to hear it

DEATH: Where is your plus one?

high fives: … medbay

high fives: also sevenset, i sent you nines’ comm code? didn’t you get it?

RedBoiiiii: oh whoops hang on

d0nut man: what happened to echo???

Leafs: is he okay?

high fives: he got caught in an explosion, got some nasty burns. he’s still in bacta for another half-day, but the medics seem pleased with the progress so… yay?

Double Trouble: damn i’m sorry that sounds awful

RedBoiiiii: nu ;-; fives that sucks but i’m glad the medics are keeping an eye on him

Loopy: yeah that’s good to hear

Loopy: sevens did you get nines in here yet i wanna say hi to my number neighbor

Orangio: hello i’m nines

Orangio: please tell me i can change my own name here

Loopy: nines! hiiii, yeah you can change it

high fives: hey nines

Leafs: welcome to the madness

Double Trouble: we’re not *that* bad :)

d0nut man: … arguable, but welcome anyway

Double Trouble: >:(

DressedtotheNines: thanks guys

Submarine: sorry to hear about your batcher, fives. hi nines

RedBoiiiii: IS THAT FOURS???

Loopy: fours!!

Submarine: yeah sorry i’m not here a lot, but i read all of it

RedBoiiiii: no apologies!! only love!!

Double Trouble: yeah there’s no pressure to use the chat, don’t worry about it

DressedtotheNines: so if i happen to get good footage of cmdr cody like spin kicking grievous or smth, you guys want to see that, yeah?

RedBoiiiii: YES

high fives: pleeeaassseee rex hoards his footage the bastard >:(

d0nut man: i would like to see it

Submarine: yeah me too. general mundi is… he doesn’t do that

DEATH: i’ll bet i could get cadet pictures of cody from some of the alphas

DressedtotheNines: commander death sir i would be honored to help blackmail him for you if you ever need it

DEATH: noted

RedBoiiiii: wait

Double Trouble: anyone else see that

RedBoiiiii: DID WE FINALLY FIND A NUMBER SIXES LIKES????

DEATH: no and while you’re at it kriff off

RedBoiiiii: nines you are magical

DressedtotheNines: ………… cool

I love these lads so much :) @darth-void @23-bears @theultimatesandwich @nintendolover13 @peacefulwizardfox @glubtheflyingfish (lmk if you don't want to be tagged anymore 👍 or if you'd like to be tagged in the future!)

[plaidbooks]

Nyquil

A/N: This is just a short, mostly fluff piece, in which Rafael Barba takes care of a sick reader. Based on true events (note: please take medications as prescribed)

Tags: briefest mention of rape, cold medication (and taking too much of it, though not an overdose)

You groaned as you woke up, rolling over and slowly opening your eyes. You felt a soreness in your throat that wasn’t there the night before, and one nostril was clogged. No, you thought, refusing to even acknowledge how your body may or may not be feeling. You rolled over to look at the empty spot beside you; Rafael, your boyfriend, had already left for the day. You groaned again as you got out of bed, dragging your feet to the bathroom. You looked in the mirror, but your eyes caught the bright orange sticky note stuck to the glass.

Hope you have a wonderful day. See you for dinner - Love Raf

You smiled, butterflies in your stomach. You’d been dating for months now, and he left these notes often, but they still made you fall a little more in love with him every time.

Eyes now focusing on your reflection, you winced; you looked exactly how you had felt when you woke up. Maybe a shower would help. You showered quickly, enjoying the warm water on your skin, letting the warmth awaken you. The steam was even able to help unclog your nose, though your throat was still hurting, your head still not feeling right. But you knew that you were already running a little late, and you needed to get going. Before you left the apartment, though, you grabbed the little package of DayQuil, cursing yourself, seeing it as an admission of weakness; if you didn’t let yourself acknowledge your illness, then you wouldn’t be sick! 

You made it to precinct 16, coffee in hand, apology to your boss, Lieutenant Olivia Benson, on your lips. She waved you off; you were very rarely late, and you always had a legit reason. Thankfully, she didn’t ask for one today, because the only excuse you had was maybe coming down with something.

The day seemed to drag on and on, and you felt no better as the hours stretched. Eventually, it came up that there was to be a stake out that night.

“[Y/L/N], Carisi, you two take tonight. Rollins, Fin, you two will take the second shift in the morning,” Olivia ordered.  Your heart sank; a whole night? Feeling like this?

“Sure thing, Lieu,” Sonny replied, shooting you a goofy smile and thumbs up. He wasn’t quite the new guy anymore, but sometimes, he still acted like it. If you were feeling normal, you would’ve smiled and rolled your eyes playfully at him. But now you just sat there, silently thankful you grabbed the DayQuil earlier. You took out your phone and sent a text to Rafael, telling him not to wait up for you. At least it was a Friday, and you’d be off all weekend, after this one night.

*****************

“So, what did this guy do again?” you asked, huddled in the passenger seat, sipping at your coffee for warmth.

Sonny was watching the apartment that housed the man you were tasked in staking out, watching for any signs of life. “He raped his wife, and is now trying to threaten her to keep her from testifying.”

You nodded, sighing. You glanced at the clock. It read 3:40am. Got another hour and 20 minutes until Fin and Rollins switched with you two. You had taken another round of DayQuil at midnight, and it was already wearing off. There was no more denying it; you were definitely coming down with a cold. You only hoped that you wouldn’t be getting Sonny sick. Your plan for the weekend was to try and sleep it off; you had some severe NyQuil at home, something you’d never tried before. You weren’t much on medication, especially liquids, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

You were nodding off in your seat when there was a knock on your window. You were so out of it, you didn’t even jump. Turning, you could see Rollins outside the car door. You shuffled out, letting Rollins take your seat, Sonny switching with Fin on the other side.

“Need a ride?” Sonny asked once you were out of sight of the apartment.

“Blease,” you replied, your nose now completely clogged, making the word come out weird. Sonny cocked his brow at you, but didn’t bring it up as he drove you home.

***************

You put your key in the door, unlocking it, and pushing your way in. You felt yourself descend into sickness with every step you took as you shuffled into the living room, unwilling to shed your jacket--you were suddenly freezing and you wrapped the garment around yourself tighter. You walked over to the couch and fell face-first onto the cushions

“Cariño?” you heard Rafael call from the kitchen. You didn’t even notice he was awake; your senses were completely clouded at this point. You grunted, the cushions muffling your voice. You heard his hurried footsteps as he came over to you.

“Are you okay, mi amor?” he asked, crouching down by your head. You turned to face him. His bright green eyes were full of concern, and he placed a comforting hand on your back, rubbing soft circles there.

“I think I’m sick,” you muttered. “I feel like shit.”

He gave your face one more look before he stood, heading for the kitchen. “Let me get you some ginger ale, and then I’ll make you some of my Mami’s famous soup; you’ll feel better instantly.”

You smiled despite yourself; god you loved this man. “I’ll take the ginger ale. But right now, I think I’m just going to have some NyQuil and try and sleep. I’ve been up for almost 24 hours. Can you make me soup when I wake up?”

Rafael was back instantly, ginger ale in his hand. “Of course. Let’s get you to bed.” He helped you stand, then led you to your shared bedroom.

“I don’t want to get you sick,” you protested as he started to help you undress.

He smirked at that. “Don’t worry, Cariño. I don’t get sick.” Now that you thought about it, you had never seen the man sick before. It was true that you, too, rarely got sick, but to never be sick?

“Lucky,” you huffed. He chuckled before helping you climb into bed, tucking you in. He went to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, grabbed the NyQuil, then poured a cap-full for you. You drank it, trying not to gag on the gross taste, drinking the ginger ale after words.

“Sleep, baby. I’m off today; call me if you need me, okay?” he said, leaning in to kiss your forehead. You smiled, resting your head on the soft pillows, while he went back out of the room. 

You laid there, comfortable except for the illness in your head, congesting your nose, making your throat sore. But sleep never came for you. After an hour, you decided to try and take another cap-full of the disgusting cold medicine. Nothing. After yet another hour, you took a third cap-full, praying for some sort of sleep. Finally, darkness overtook you.

You woke up, groggy, unaware of your surroundings, with a terrible pain in your stomach. It felt like you hadn’t eaten in days. Suddenly remembering the cold medicine, you whipped to look at the clock, wondering how long you could’ve slept to be this hungry. You were stunned to see that only 2 hours had passed.

Maybe I’ve slept a whole day? you thought. But Rafael would’ve woken you...right? After waiting for another painful cramp to subside, you climbed out of bed. You shuffled out of the room, somewhere between sick, hungry, and floating through space. You could hear running water; Rafael was taking a shower in the guest bathroom, probably trying to not wake you. Same day, then.

You made your way to the kitchen, hoping to find something easy to eat, but all you could think of was soup--probably because Rafael had mentioned it. Though, he hadn’t started it, yet, since he didn’t know when to expect you. No worries, you thought, I’ll just make some shitty ramen. You grabbed a pot, filled it with water, and started the stove. Once the water was boiling, you put the noodles in, stirring it. Suddenly, your vision went black. You blinked a few times, but your vision didn’t return. In your drug-induced state, this didn’t seem particularly alarming; you simply sat on the ground, knees pulled up to your chest, arms wrapped around them as you waited for your vision to return.

Slowly, your eyesight returned to you. You blinked, making sure it wasn’t going away again, before you stood and continued cooking your noodles.

“[Y/N]! What the hell are you doing up?” Rafael was in the entrance to the kitchen, wearing only sweatpants, his hair still damp from his shower.

“Hungry,” you murmured back, stirring in the flavor packet. There must’ve been something weird in your voice, because he came over, turned off the stove, and led you away, out of the kitchen, and to the couch.

“Sit,” he commanded. “Stay.” He disappeared and you sat there, staring at the carpeted floor, not quite remembering how you got there or what you were waiting for.

Rafael came back, a bowl in his hands. He handed it to you, and you looked inside at the noodles you had been cooking. Remembering your hunger, you went to take a bite before he stopped you.

“It’s probably hot,” he cautioned, that concern never leaving his expression. He took the bowl from you, and you let out a sad whimper at the loss of food. Instead, he twirled the fork in the noodles, collecting a small amount, and blew on them before holding the fork out to you. He fed you like this until the bowl was empty, blowing on every fork-full.

“Feel better?” he asked, a small smile tugging on his lips, but that concern still deep within his green eyes.

You nodded. “I think I’m going to try and sleep again.” You stood up and he was instantly beside you, leading you back to bed. This time, however, he climbed in bed with you, pulling your body close to his.

“I’m going to make sure you stay here longer than 2 hours this time,” he explained, wrapping his arms around you protectively. You didn’t mind, melting into his touch, his warmth. He kissed your shoulder, his lips warm even through the fabric of your nightshirt. You were asleep before you could even reply.

[illfoandillfie]

Oh my gosh what about 40 except it’s her who texts the wrong person? With any of the boys I can’t choose lol

40. Called/texted the wrong person but she he was into it anyway.

Okay babe, this was a Very Good prompt. Originally didn’t plan to have quite so much smut but hhhhhhhh its midnight and i am worked the fuck up after a day of writing these things. Also it’s like 1500 words so I’m gonna chuck this one under a cut.

Also also, I went with Gwil because I haven’t had any gwil recs so blease be kind I don’t write him so often.

~~~

“u up? I need u” you sent the text quickly, hoping the guyyou’d had an off and on fuck buddy setup with would be around to answer.

“It’s 1am, why do you need me?”

More words than you’d expected. Normally he’d reply with athumbs up or down. But you didn’t think about it too much before replying. “myvibes out of batteries and my fingers aren’t working”

There was a long pause. Also unusual. Normally if he wasfree he’d reply within seconds. You glanced back up at the previous messages.Why was there a text in there about leaving your sweater at his place? You hadn’tbeen to his place recently. Your brain ticked over, slowly putting the piecesof the puzzle together until you realised your mistake. You took another lookat the name of the person you’d texted. GWILYM. Oh fuck. With all the speed youcould muster you began typing out a quick apology and explanation but beforeyou could hit send he’d responded.

“Poor baby girl. Can’t leave you like that, can we. Yours ormine?”

That was the last thing you’d expected him to say. Youshould let him know you’d texted him by accident though, shouldn’t you? Thatwas the polite thing to do. Your thumb hovered over the send button but youdrew it back again. The thing was, he was apparently not opposed to the idea.And if you told him you’d been thinking of someone else then he’d probably loosehis nerve or his interest. And really that would just leave you to booty call aguy who may or may not respond. But this was an almost guaranteed fuck. Sure,the potential for awkwardness was much higher but Gwil was very attractive andit wasn’t like you hadn’t considered it before. You deleted half the apologymessage and stopped again, reconsidering. Maybe he’d been joking. You retypedthe next three words of the apology. But he didn’t sound like he was joking. Sofuck it. Right? Yeah, fuck it. You’d just fuck Gwil instead of the guy younormally went to. You finished deleting the apology quickly typing back “mine?”

“I’ll be there in 10,” It came through a lot faster than theprevious messages. Okay. So he was coming over and he was eager. You lookedaround your room to make sure it was tidy enough for company, swinging yourlegs out of bed and walking towards your front door to wait. You stood, armsfolded over your chest for a couple of minutes, but the chill of the tiles creptup your bare legs, so you began pacing up and down the corridor, waiting forGwil to arrive. Around ten minutes later you heard a knock on your door, startlingyou from your reverie. You didn’t bother pretending to wait a few minutes,instead opening the front door before he’d managed to lower his fist. You weretoo worked up to worry about whether or not you looked desperate.

“Hi,” he said as soon as he saw you, “apparently you needme?”

All you could manage was to nod as you stepped out of thewalkway, letting him in.

“You that needy you can’t even talk?” He chuckled softly,dropping his overnight bag by the door and stepping in close to drag his thumbover your lips. You watched his eyes slowly creep up your body, taking in your nakedlegs and the oversized shirt you wore, “Good thing I’m here then, isn’t itdarling? Your room’s down this way, if I remember correctly?”

“Yeah,”

He laughed again as he let you go, turning to walk towardsyour room, trusting you’d follow. Which you did, of course.

“I think I know what the answer to this is but I’ve gottaask anyway, I was a wrong number right?”

“Yeah,” you said sheepishly, closing your bedroom doorbehind you.

“But you’re still okay with me being here?”

“Yes. I just really really need a good fuck,”

“Don’t worry about that, darling, you’ll get what you want.But you need to understand something. I’m not just some fuck. I don’t expect usto date after tonight or even for this to happen again. But I’m not just arandom booty call you can use and then lose. Okay? So if that’s a problem foryou, speak up now.”

“No, there’s no problem. I understand.”

“Good girl,”

You felt a shiver run through you with his praise. Or maybethat was because he was once again standing in your personal space, slippinghis hands under the hem of your shirt. You had to grab onto his arm forstability when his elegant fingers came into contact with your core.

“You poor desperate little thing. Completely soaked already.”

“Please Gwil, I want you so bad.”

“I know sweetheart. But, while you might be ready, I’m not. Youable to help me out?”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth you were droppingto your knees, making short work of his fly and pushing his pants down hislegs. He calmly told you to wait as he stepped out of them and added his shirtto the pile before finally allowing you to touch him. With a look up at him tomake sure he was okay with the morning’s events you leaned in and ran yourtongue along his half hard length. You went as slow as you could manage consideringyou were running on pure need, trailing hot open-mouthed kisses up and down hisshaft until he grew impatient enough to warningly say your name. You took thehint, switching to suck on his tip as you pumped him slowly. He tangled his fingersinto your hair, making you hum as you slowly bobbed your head over him. He hadto remind you to be patient n a few times, his voice a low growl and his gripon your hair tightening slightly. But you could hardly be blamed for want tomove things along a little faster. You were just about dripping with how badlyyou wanted him in your pussy.

Eventually he relented, praising you for being such a goodlittle cockslut, sucking him off so well.

“But you want more, don’t you darling? Want me to fuck yourneedy little pussy?”

“God yes Gwil, please.”

He held his hand out to help pull you to your feet, “How doyou want me?”

“I don’t care,”

“Alright, I suppose you’ve waited long enough. On the bed,on your back. I’m going to watch your pretty face when you cum and I expect tohear you moaning my name.”

He didn’t have to wait long to hear it, a rough, “oh fuckGwil,” falling from your lips as soon as he entered you. The slight burn fromthe stretch only made it more delicious as you finally got what you’d so badlyneeded. Another shaky moan was pulled from you as he readjusted your position,lifting your legs up over his shoulders, letting him sink even deeper. Hestarted carefully, giving you a moment or two to adjust to him before he beganrolling his hips against yours. Almost gentle at first but your pleading formore, faster, harder had him changing his pace, thrusting into you roughly,making you cry out with every one. And he kept up a string of praise, callingyou a good girl for being so vocal for him, telling you how turned on he wasbut how fucking wet you were, how good you felt. You shook when you finally came,finally got the release you’d been craving, Your voice caught in your throatand you grabbed at the sheets so tight you thought you might have ripped themwith your nails. He kept fucking you through it, even when his own release hit,his grunts puncturing the air until you were choking out his name.

Carefully he pulled out of you. You were vaguely aware thathe’d got up, left the room, half expecting to find him gone when you finallysummoned the strength to move. But he returned a minute later with a glass ofwater and a warm cloth.

“Do you mind?” He asked, holding the cloth up. You shookyour head, and he cleaned you up as carefully as he could. When he was done hegave you a hand to sit up and handed you the water.

“Drink, Y/N.”

You mumbled a small thank you and gulped down the entireglass.

“Better?”

“Yes, thanks. Are you staying?”

“If that’s alright. I brought an overnight bag but I wasn’tsure.”

“I’d like it if you did. Plus, you must be tired after that,can’t ask you to drive now.”

He smiled and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“I’m gonna go pee. I’ll grab a change of sheets on my wayback.”

“Wait, put this back on,” He handed you the shirt you’d beenwearing when he arrived and you noticed his underpants were back in place.

Together you managed to get the sheets changed, and thencollapsed onto the bed, snuggling in close to each other.

“I don’t know if I want to know but can I ask how I compareto the guy you meant to text?”

“So much better. He usually leaves as soon as we’re done.”

“Maybe you should forget his number. Call me again.”

[secretblog1212]

All in Good Humor

BLEASE can I get “You think you’re funny?” with Geralt & Jaskier? -Amazingmsme

Of freaking COURSE! this turned out way longer than I expected it to but like y’know oops. Hope you like it!!!

Okay, so Jaskier should have known that going after Roach would be taking things a bit too far, but he didn’t happen to be thinking of that at the time. No, instead his only thought process was ‘this will get Geralt back for even thinking of touching my lute.’ Roach seemed perfectly content with it as well, so jaskier didn’t quite see what all the problem was, but by the time Geralt had gotten back from fighting some monster on their way to the next town over he had been put in a mood.

Jaskier was tuning his money maker when Geralt walked up to where he had left the two of his companions together less than an hour ago. The crunching of sticks and leaves as he made his way closer had Jaskier barely keeping his grin off his face. He couldn’t wait to see what his Witcher would do. 

The snapping stopped all at once and the air was silent waiting for some response to be had. Geralt walked towards his beautiful steed, patting her nose and bringing his hands up towards her hair which had been braided with forest wildflowers. He hummed at her and she snorted back, pushing herself against his shoulder. 

Now, this is where Jaskier started to think he might have gotten away with it. Geralt seemed to appreciate that Roach approved. At least, that was what he thought until Geralt turned away from his horse and the Witcher and his Bard were face to face. 

Geralt took slow, strong steps to where Jaskier was sitting against a tree. Panic began to boil in Jaskiers belly. Surely Geralt wouldn’t do anything horrible, maybe tell him off for putting Roach in the cross hairs of their games, but no harm no foul right? Those thoughts began to turn more fearful and questioning with every rustle of the leaves beneath Geralt's feet. Perhaps using Roach was a no no he hadn’t thought of before, but he had thought it was a cute idea. She was truly a beautiful horse and deserved to be pampered from time to time. 

Jaskier looked his doom face on as Geralt stood towering over top of him. He’d allow Geralt to make the first move, caution would be needed until he knew how deep he had gotten himself. 

Geralt's voice was gravely, raspy like he got after fighting a good fight. The adrenaline was still pumping its way through his veins. 

“You think you’re funny?” He asked. The question itself showed that although he may not be angry at Jaskier, he wouldn’t let him get away with any of his actions. 

If Jaskier had any sense of self preservation he would have made the smart choice of either apologizing, or switching the conversation to how beautiful Roach looked. But sadly, Jaskier did not have a single cautionary bone in his body. 

“I think I’m quite hilarious actually.”

“Hmm.” 

Jaskier, as he always did, kept going. “Honestly surprised I haven’t started to take up being a comedian yet, perhaps a jester or something if i were to ever settle down?”

“More like a town foul to me.”

With a gasp of shock, more for dramatic effect now than anything, “Why I am offended Geralt! Wh- How dare you call me a foul. A *foul*!”

Geralt just hummed at him again, not even dignifying him with a response, honestly the nerve of some people. 

Jaskier carefully set his lute on the ground, he would need his arms for this performance. “Just because you have a bad sense of humor,” he began as he got himself to his feet, ignoring how Geralt still towered over him. “Does not mean that others would not find my jokes funny. And if you believe so, oh, you are sadly mistaken! You couldn’t make a hyena laugh if you tried you-you always serious big Mr.Tough guy!”

Geralt just tilted his head as if contemplating something. “I have my own methods.”

Jaskier had to laugh at that. “Methods? How, boring people to death till they give you pity laughs?”

That was the wrong thing to say. Geralt wasn’t angry, of course not over some playful dispute, but Jaskier had seen how his eyes shifted from bored and slightly annoyed to playful and observant. He had started a competition he wasn’t ready to handle. 

Geralt set his shoulders back. “Alright. How about we make a deal then Jaskier, if I can make you laugh before we sleep for the day then you will have to complete a request of mine.”

A double edged sword if Jaskier had ever seen one, a deal that he knew he would lose, but what was pride if it didn’t make you make poor decisions in order to prove a point. 

He narrowed his eyes, he was curious as to what Geralt would do anyway so why not.

“Deal.”

Geralt smirked, and then backed away without saying another word. 

“Uhh, hello there?” Jaskier grumpily asked as he followed the taller man. “Are you going to do anything or just give up?”

Geralt looked over his shoulder, then up at the beaming sun in the sky. “Well, since I have all day and night before I need to complete my task I figured I could take my time. I am going to head down to the lake about half a mile to the east to wash up now.”

Jaskier was dumbfounded, although he should have expected Geralt to drag this out as long as he could. Instead he scoffed and crossed his arms as Geralt gathered a set of new clothes to change into. 

He didn’t notice when the Witcher had walked up behind him until he was leaning down with a hand on his waist to whisper in his ear causing goose bumps to crawl across his whole body. 

“Don’t worry, I will put my full focus on you here soon my love.”

To say that Jaskier was on edge was an understatement. After Geralt had left it had taken him almost the full hour he was washing to get the blush to leave his face. What exactly Geralt was playing at Jaskier didn’t know, but it hadn’t made him want to laugh. All it made him want to do was find the nearest hotel. 

When Geralt came back, hair damp and skin washed of the dirt and grime of the past week Jaskier was sure he was trying to seduce him rather than make him laugh. But instead of making a move Geralt just went to go fetch some firewood for the night.

Things continued on in a similar fashion for hours, the taunting actions Geralt showed, well aware that Jaskier couldn’t take his eyes off of him, began to be more than just visually distracting. By the time he was getting ready for bed he had forgotten entirely about their whole little competition. 

    Jaskier was pulled close to Geralt, sitting sideways across his lap by the end of the night. Geralt held him with one hand on his back and the other across Jaskier’s legs, watching as the younger bard began to blush light pink across his cheeks. 

‘Get yourself together,’ Jaskier told himself, ‘He shouldn’t be able to fluster you so easily.’

But the bard's face only gained more color as Geralt began to hum in his ear, teasing him about how perfectly the two seemed to fit together. “My hand fits in your hand, and on your head like ale in a tumbler. And even now you sit in my lap as if it were a chair made specifically for you.” Geralt pulled him in closer.

“Any my hand right here, fits perfectly against your side,” he said, but something was different about his voice. It was lower, but not in the way he spoke to the things he fought. No, it was more like he was imitating a monster himself. 

His voice was a growl, sending shivers from his neck to his toes once his next words finally hit him with the force of a mountain troll.

“Just perfect to make you like, like music to my ears.”

In his defense, Jaskier was much too taken aback to properly respond in time. It was a rude trick, a dirty rotten cheating trick. Although the realization had hit him it was too late to try to escape the Witchers hands and wiggling fingers. 

With a squawk of betrayal he tried to push himself further into Geralt, away from the hand that had snuck around his side to squeeze and poke the squishy meat of his body. 

He was able to bite down the giggles that tried to jump out of his chest, and focus on squirming away from the feeling. Memories of earlier that day came rushing back, of fuck why did he make a bet against a Witcher, Geralt none the less. Was he a fucking idiot, no just a town foul. 

He in his squirming he brought himself to have his back against Geralt's chest, best for rolling over to escape right? Well not so much. Instead it just so happened to give Geralt his whole chest to explore, and freed his other hand up from where it had been holding him from flopping backwards out of reach. He tossed his head back onto Geralt's shoulder as he valiantly fought the losing end of his internal war, laughter was sitting right behind his teeth trying to desperately pry his lips apart. 

“Come on Jask, you know you won’t be able to hold out much longer. If you break now maybe I’ll take it easy on you for insulting my humor.”

Jaskier knew he was asking for it, really, but again his pride decided now would be a good time to take the map out of his hands and go off road. He shook his head, ending with his face pressed firmly into Geralt's neck to hide the fact that he was smiling, although Geralt could have figured that one out himself, and blushing more than a maiden at a bar. 

His hands began to wander away from just his sides, one heading toward his center, poking around at the squishy section of his stomach while the other went off on its own down past his hip and to the top of his thigh. 

The sudden shift was enough to break the seal of his lips with a yell. 

“FUHuhucKIHING Gerahahlt!”

Jaskier felt himself losing control, his leg kicked out and he did his best to curl up in an attempt to get away from the devilish fingers, but Geralt easily just held him back against himself. 

Geralt could have stopped there, he had already won so what was the point in continuing. Oh, right, Geralt liked to watch Jaskier suffer. How could he have forgotten. 

Geralt just held him there, occasionally switching spots to test which ones got different reactions. He made little comments too, just little “Oh your ribs must be a bad place if you tried to fling yourself away that hard.” or “Remind me to go for your knees when you start to act up on Roach next time, that should get you acting right.”. The little things like that, or how he analyzed Jaskiers different laughs that he had depending on where he was being tickled. 

Geralt learned that when he dug into Jaskier’s legs he would cackle and kick out a lot, but if he went for a softer spot like his stomach he would giggle and melt almost immediately. He loved to see how they made him blush too, even without the little comments areas that were softer tended to make the man much more red in the face than just laughing could explain. With one hand tilting his head up, too weak to try to really fight him off, Geralt was able to see how Jaskiers eyes squinted shut, and his face was dusted with a light pink which disappeared below the collar of his undershirt. He looked almost graceful, like a Nymph from some of the older stories Geralt had heard. Innocent and playful as he seemed Jaskier began to peek an eye open through his laughter.

Now that wouldn't do, Geralt didn’t like to be caught looking as hypocritical as that sounded. As quickly as he could recover, which was much too quick for Jaskier to even notice what was going on in the first place, Geralt had found his escape plan. 

“I know I’ve already won, but I know you love a big finish.”

He wedged both of his hands underneath Jaskiers arms and began to press against the top most rib with vigor. The rapid switch caused Jaskier to let out an honest to god snort which Geralt would have to come back to later seeing how Jaskier moved to cover his mouth at the sound rather than to get the hands away from him. 

It only lasted a few seconds, but it was enough to get Jaskier cackling like some witch in a wooden cabin. 

His fingers stilled and Geralt held his huffing Bard against his chest while he caught his breath. Jaskier didn’t try to move away, even after the same person had just attacked him, he knew the threat was over now. Geralt put a hand in his hair and gently rubbed at his scalp, occasionally pulling at the tangles that had found a way into his precious locks. His other hand held onto Jaskiers own, the fingers intertwined. 

Geralt leaned them both back together, Jaskier malleable like dough in his hands. Geralt was preparing to sleep now, Jaskier almost fully dead to the world himself when he heard the faint whispers of his bards voice. “Your humor still sucks though.”

He chuckled deeply from inside his chest. Jaskier might never learn his lesson, but they could always try again tomorrow if he wished to be stubborn.

[snowslasherr]

here's a little something i’m making for all of you because you deserve it ♥️ if you don’t have a valentine you have all of these babies and me as well ♥️ i love you all so much, stay safe and take care of yourselves! i'm sorry if this is too short to be a holiday special :')

i'll add a read more thing later im sorry for clogging up ur dash

Dwight Fairfield

poor boy he'd be so nervous

dwight's really good at keeping track of the days in the fog, so he'd have extra time to prepare

he just wants to make you happy : )!!

he'll nervously tug at your sleeve at the campfire. go along with it and follow him blease

after near 20 minutes of walking in the woods you were about to ask where you're going, but before the words slip out of your mouth you see what he's been leading you to

a couple dark vines are concealing a small space, with a little creek running through the middle. the trees loomed over it, much taller than some of the other trees. crows were settled on some branches but flew away when you stepped in. the whole area was littered with flowers that dwight had planted himself, with the help of claudette. he wanted to make the perfect spot just for you.

"do you like it?"

what a stupid question. of course you like it. smh ❤

theoretically you can both sit there for hours, but trials get in the way. either way, it's perfect. he's perfect.

although he wasn't expecting anything from you it was a pleasant surprise when you whipped out a little gift. you'd gotten meg to help you force convince danny to let her borrow his camera, so she could take pictures of you both. of course, dwight didn't know this

meg was a surprisingly good photographer. the photos weren't blurry and they would make a good gift even in the normal world.

when you gave them to him he teared up and spent the next half hour quickly stuttering out how much he loves and appreciates you : )

Meg Thomas

oh boy

meg is a lil bundle of energy

you'll just be chilling at the campfire, maybe lounging around talking to nancy or jeff, when meg just nyooms in and grabs your hand. you squeak and she just starts zooming away, dragging you along with her.

meg tends to keep her offerings in a secluded place (a hollow tree trunk) because sometimes the other survivors tend to get the offerings mixed up. unfortunately, meg found this specific tree while on a run. she looked like she was having the time of her life, her braids flying behind her. she was fast.

she finally stopped and you could have a well deserved break. but that break was unfortunately cut short, because meg only stopped to pick up a small photo, before she burst back into a run.

when you got back to the campfire, she barely looked phased. you were panting, trying to catch your breath, and she looked relatively calm. she slipped the photo into the fire and then skipped off to the woods with you, to avoid passing out in front of the others.

when you woke up, the both of you were in the ormond resort. the entity had accepted the offer. you didn't even want to ask how she'd gotten the legion to stay out of their realm for you two

neither of you were dressed properly, but like almost everything in the fog, the temperature was fake.

which led to the most obvious situation

snowball fight!

she's so extra with it. she'll build a whole fort while you're pelting her with snowballs, paying no mind to it.

she makes it so big that you could hide in her fort and attack her with snowballs from the inside.

eventually, the girl gets worn out. it takes a while. but she still wants to keep going, so you two make snow angels with connected wings.

after you're both too tired to do anything else, you're pulled back to the campfire, grinning and tired

Claudette Morel

sweet baby. absolute sweetie.

smol lil claudette just pokes you on the arm, gesturing for you to follow her.

of course, you do. don't deny her she's babey

she's taking you down a long homemade path that you've never seen before. maybe because claudette spent hours between trials clearing it out just for this day, and finished it before she came to get you.

Jake Park

he didn't really have big plans for valentines day. dwight reminded him and he kinda just shrugged it off

he probably won't ever have a huge celebration for valentines day, it's not his style. he's a chill guy.

he'll probably sit with you in a clearing near the forest, holding his arm out for the crows to perch on, and showing you how to do that as well

he'll want to just lounge around, comfy day. you wanna get up? nah. comfy day. not today amigo.

consider yourself extremely special if he gives you a bouquet. it's rare, but he might!

the crows will dance around and bob their heads when you cuddle. they don't know what they're doing but let's just say they support your relationship. he totally didn't train them to do that.

he cares, kind of. he knows it's a day to be sappy but again, not really his style. he'll take the opportunity for a bit of affection though.

Nea Karlsson

nea has been planning this for a while, lets say.

every trial that you go in without her is an opportunity! she's been making a detailed mural with the few spray paints she's been allowed by the entity.

she's sure you'll be proud of her. and to top it all off, she finished just in time for valentines day. what a coincidence!

after you get back from a surprisingly laid back trial, you don't get a chance to rest before nea's smiling and telling you to follow her. you complain for a moment, but gave in anyway. you always do

she jumps over a couple logs and puddles, before coming across a couple lone brick walls. they look like nothing at first, but then you walk around to the other side.

nea's smirking as you're in awe, looking at her and then the mural.

"it's beautiful," you whisper, eyes shining. "but not more beautiful than you."

she does a complete double take at the cheesy generic line. she crosses her arms, looking away. but you can see the smile that she was trying to hide. she looked so pretty when she smiled.

Laurie Strode

she'll organize a little something :)

if you can imagine a party room, maybe one similar to one you'd see at a young kids birthday party, that's the kind of thing she'd set up.

it's just a comforting and safe scene, so she thought it'd be best

she collected a lot of offerings for this, please like it : (

she would've baked something but there's no ingredients in the fog besides corn

if you want corn though go for it

it has the vibes of one of those really good cookies from Walmart or something (okay i googled it they're called lofthouse cookies)

in the end she just wants a comfy safe environment,, it's so nice compared to the brutal things that happen in trials

Ace Visconti

do not let this man near flowers or anything of the sort. he'll take a bunch and

so cheesy

he'll take some random thing off the ground that looks cool (like a dandelion or a shiny rock) and say it's a luck charm, and pass it to you.

ace, handing you a flower tied to a funky rock with a piece of grass: happy valentines day :)

he'll set up a whole area beside the campfire for you two and if anyone steps into it he'll kick them out

if he finds a heart shaped rock he'll riot and get nea to spray paint it red. ultimate luck charm. because it's a reminder of him.

Feng Min

small little gamer :)

i'm convinced feng will take you on a romantic trip to taunt killers

myers is tired of it. susie thinks you guys are cute. evan is not having a good time. sally is supporting you. it's chaos

feng is just holding your hand, walking you around the autohaven wreckers. philip is cloaked and is too scared to be hit in the face with a pallet to uncloak.

feng is really short and she's climbing on things to be taller than you, just for the fun of it.

piggy back rides!! she loves piggy back rides. yeehaw

pick her up and carry her around? heart eyes motherfucker

Quentin Smith

aw what a cutie

he forgot about valentines day, but no fear! you didn't

after you guys swim he'll act like he's really tired so that he can rest his head on your lap. you know he's lying cause he keeps silently laughing as if he's a genius sneaky trickster

when you just happily say happy valentines day he's like 😳

he panics

just reassure him it's fine and you did something!

he's still upset about forgetting, but he's quickly distracted by you.

you've found a secluded spot in the woods, the only disturbance being the occasional core popping in to see what's up

you set up a blanket fort. you'd burned quite a few offerings for this. it worked out better than you expected it to, and you were pretty happy with it overall.

you spent as much time there as you could before being pulled into a trial

the time spent together made up for the offerings burned

Kate Denson

both of you set it up together

you stayed at the campfire, nothing crazy

kate played her guitar, and she showed you how to play a song or two (assuming you don't know how to already)

if you want to sing you are welcome to :)

kate will encourage you all the way even if you sound like nails on a chalkboard

she'll make anyone who comments negatively on your voice have a time out. no questions asked. they're older than her? don't care time out.

it's just,, nice and cozy,, and uninterrupted by trials

Jeff Johansen

big cuddly man!

like nea he'll also do something art related!

but it'll still be unique of course

instead of a mural, he'd do a small-ish but still breathtaking painting.

the rest of your day would be spent just chillin. if you're unlucky enough to be ripped into a trial, he'll bring a toolbox to get out as soon as possible. yknow. for more chillin.

Jane Romero

she'd be pretty extra

again, meg would force convince danny to let her use her camera. she'd have a big photoshoot, as best as she can with the limited resources. claudette would set up a scene, and you and jane would pose for the pictures

they turned out really good!

jane keeps them in a secure place and she won't tell you where if you say anything negative about how you looked. not risking it babe!

(phew finally done! i'm super sorry i was a couple survivors short, i didn't wanna burn myself out. if you like it please reblog? i made this in less than 24 hours to surprise you guys. i hope this is a decent special!)

[calcifermovesthecastle]

Ooh you're lookin for requests? Ok imma hit u up. How bout reacting to reader having a wardrobe malfunction and immediately grabbing them to cover up? (Foe example, if their shirt comes off, they hug them tightly to avoid anyone else seeing but now theres a half naked reader clinging to them 😂) You can write for whoever you want! I'd love to see some CaeJose, Pol, and Mista especially 🥰

Are Caesar and Joseph together for this? Yes? No? Im doing both anyways because I want to. I originally was going to add other characters but I had an allergic reaction when I went to the gas station today and I had to take benedryl so I'm tired. 

Another PSA, theres no limit to amount of characters or how many requests you send in. I’ll write it all.

Also, I’m currently reading Jojolion so as soon as I finish that, I’ll let you guys know so you can send in requests but i s2g dont ever make me write for Joshu i fuggin hate him.

Im also assuming it’s an AFAB reader because of the situation, I’m going to use they them pronouns though but BLEASE if I am wrong PLEASE tell me and I will edit the whole thing no problem.

CAESAR:

Okay so Caesar was my favorite Jobro for the longest time until Bucciarati came in and then Bucciarati was my favorite until Gyro and literally Gyro is the greatest character ever in anything but anyways

-Your shirt snags on the back of your chair, or a pole when you’re walking. And rips off. (Or someone else rips it off) 

-You immediately grab him and press into him, trying to cover up. He notices, looks down to see your shirt in tatters, and B L U S H. His face gets so red. 

-He immediately takes his jacket off and covers you with it, making sure you’re decent. 

-”Oh, what happened, Cara?” His voice S h a k e s it’s actually cute.

-Your face is also flushed in embarrassment, so it doesn’t matter what you were in the middle of. He gets you home soooo fast, blushing the whole while, so that you can get a change of clothes. 

-At this point it doesn’t matter anymore, so you invite him back to your room and just change in front of him, telling him “Well I guess now’s a good of a time as ever to let you see, huh?” 

-Oh? 

-Really?

-You don’t even get a chance to pull the new shirt over your head as he’s pressing you against the wall, kissing you with a heat you’ve never seen from him before. 

-You had plans? Not anymore. 👀

JOSEPH: 

-Oh surprise hug? 

-Oh

-He will tease you but only because you’re embarrassed and because you are h a l f n a k e y and pressed up against him. His heart is pounding. 

-”Well if you wanted this kind of attention you should have asked!” 

-Will cover you up though pretty much immediately, securing his jacket around you, getting you home in no time at all. 

-Joseph is not respectful. He will watch you change clothes because it’s hot. 

-You tease him a little too, just to get back at him. 

-”Well if this is the show you wanted to see we should have just stayed home in the first place, Jojo.” 

-When he gets up, you shake your head at him, your eyebrows shooting up. 

-”No sir, no touching. You just sit there and watch.” 

-”Baaaabeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.” His voice is whiny at first, but keep teasing and he’ll change his tune.

-”You’re so needy, aren’t you, Jojo? This is probably a dream come true for you.” You go to slip the new shirt over your head, and he’s on top of you in a moment, leaning close, pressing You into the wall. 

-”Keep running your mouth and I’ll show you exactly what I want from you.” 

-Rip

CAEJOSE

-The moment it happens you grab whoever’s closest and shield yourself with their body, flushing with embarrassment. 

-The other one will probably threaten or beat up the perpetrator, depending on who it is that you’re not holding on to. 

-They’ll cover you up and get you home so that you can change, but god help you because they’ll tease the hell out of you. This situation caught all of you off guard.

-”You didn’t tell us how attractive you are, Cara.” Caesar eyes you, a smile playing on his lips. Joseph will run his hands up your sides while Caesar talks, kissing the back of your neck. 

-”Well if you wanted to see you should have just asked, tesoros”  you make it a p o i n t to use Caesars mother tongue, making a big show about picking out a new shirt, discarding the ripped, tattered one.

-Rip to you honestly because you're teasing 2 men who are probably twice your size. You won't win this round. 

-Caesar's eyebrow quirks up when you use the italian phrase, and Joseph will grab you and set you on the former's lap. Unfortunately for you, Caesar's arms will wrap around your waist and lock you into place while joseph leans in close, his face centimeters from yours.

-You're in for one hell of a night with them if you're down. (If you aren't, they'll let you get dressed and sit with you at home playing cards or something) 

POLNAREFF

-Will be a blushing BLUSHING mess the moment you hug him out of nowhere. 

-His sould will proceed to leave his body when he sees that your shirt has, uh, 

-"Oh, jesus christ, mon ange, Let's get you home?"

-He'll help you cover up as soon as you can, glaring Daggers at anyone who just so happens to even glance in your direction. 

-Will make it more obvious in an attempt to make it less obvious. 

-Literally shouting "Oi, oi, oi, don't look at them! Look away!" While covering your chest. Cut him some slack. He means well. 

-Once you're home, getting re-dressed, you tease him to no end. 

-"Jean-Pierre, you seemed to really enjoy yourself today." You flash a grin at him, relishing in the heat that rises on his cheeks. 

-He can't help but stare as you pull the shirt over your head and down your body, clearly finding the words he wants to say. You grin at him, fully dressed, and plop yourself in his lap. His arms find their way around you, securing you in place, and he presses a kiss to your nose, a lopsided grin on his face. 

-"If you're up to it later, maybe I'll let you see me some more." You're obviously embarrassed at what happened, and you want to crawl into a hole and hide from the public eye for at least 10 years, but he's being so cute that you can't help but joke around. 

-His arms tighten around you, and he presses a kiss to your cheek, grinning. 

-"Maybe let me see more now?" 

MISTA: 

-He knows the feeling of skin, so when you press against him, he immediately recognizes the skin on skin contact. (He wears a crop top ffs) 

-Speaking of the crop top, it's off in a heartbeat when he sees your situation. He'll walk around shirtless, he doesn't mind. At the very least, you can wear that until you two can get home so that you can change. 

-"Oh, no, Zabaione!" (Rips shirt off of his body and yanks it down over yours, keeping you covered the whole time.) "Here, wear this." 

-He does not stink despite what Trish says. You know how some people have a distinct smell? He smells like gunpowder. 

-What's more embarrassing? Having your chest accidentally exposed, or wearing your boyfriend's shirt while he walks around half naked with a gun sticking out of his pants right above his crotch. 

-Your face is pretty red, but he's honestly living for this. 

-"Oh my god, Bombolone, you look so cute in my shirt. You should wear it more often." 

-"Yeah? And what are you gonna wear?"

-"What, you think I don't have other clothes?" He snakes an arm around your waist, leaning in close, murmuring in your ear. "Do you mind seeing me exposed like this?" 

-He'll laugh good naturedly, getting you home and putting a shirt on himself, preventing you from changing yours because he continues to insist how absolutely adorable you look in his shirt. 

-Indulge him BLEASE he's so cute when he's flirty.

[foxerice]

Can we have some uhhhh sethvin hc blease (god don’t snipe me)

i never thought this day would come honest to god

this is more like a fic in list format im so sorry

-

- seth doesn’t fight kevin anymore

- they’ll shout and push at each other. kevin will start something by criticizing or insulting seth’s game which has been terrible recently (due to Something no one can figure out) 

- kevin is always ready for a Fight for when their arguments eventually escalate

- but they never do. seth has suddenly started to listen to dan when she tells him to drop it. sometimes he’ll just scoff and drop the fight himself. the foxes are convinced hell has frozen over.

(nicky, watching seth walk away from kevin: they havent hit each other for two weeks) (matt, shaking: this isn’t the right timeline)

-

- the last time they fought was a while ago

- they were doing drills and kevin had called seth a good for nothing. seth drove a fist into his jaw and they fell to the floor 

- just as seth was about to land another hit he froze at the look on kevins face and decided he never wanted to see it again

-

- seth had taken kevin by surprise, and when kevin fell to the floor he’d forgotten he wasn’t in evermore, for a split second

- he got a hold of himself immediately but seth was looking at him like he just kicked a puppy and promptly walked off the fucking court 

-

- anyway! he never hits kevin again 

- he actually starts to avoid kevin at all costs

- seth is always on the other side of the gym and scarce in the dorms. he hasn’t looked kevin in the face for weeks and ignores kevin completely on the court. kevin is fucking livid

- when neil fails at getting anything out of seth (unrealistic i know) kevin decides to seek him out. he corners seth in the changing rooms or an empty dorm room and probably says something like ‘what is your fucking problem’ and etc etc

-

- the next day seth is sporting a bruised rib from andrew and kevin is extremely aware of seth’s freckles and cologne. 

- he doesn’t know what to do with any of this information

-

- maybe nicky asks kevin about how he swings and kevin (who is Drunk) tells him he’s bi and nicky loses his fucking mind

“ok if you had to have someone on our team—” (aaron in the bg: gross) “—who would it be?”

“seth. probably.” 

(violent coughing)

kev: hey. he’s good! and pretty

nicky, holding his head in his hands: seth gordon… pretty…….

kev: LISTEN

aaron: (out of service)

-

- maybe he invites seth to columbia 

- (to the cousins dismay ofc) (neil is actually happy about it)

(andrew slams the car door closed a little harder than usual) (nicky is having a fucking field day after that display) (aaron is tired) 

(neil is in the trunk?)

neil: you know i always assumed id be dead for this

andrew: me too 

(andrew slams the trunk shut as neil laughs) (seth aaron and nicky flinch)

-

this is probably the first time kevin hasn’t gotten pissed drunk at edens. 

even andrew is fucking weirded out

- seth and kevin are tipsy. aaron and nicky are shitfaced. neil is sober and andrew is andrew.

- kevin and seth have a short conversation. he asks seth about allison in passing and kevin studies his reaction to the question but seth is undeterred 

- “yeah we broke it off and decided we were better as friends a while ago.” he smiles wide around the rim of his drink and kevin’s mouth is dry “but she is interested in someone else on the team now. you’d never be able to fucking guess who.” 

- nicky (who was eavesdropping) swoops in and immediately tries to get answers out of seth. seth groans and nicky shakes him and kevin gets himself another drink

-

- they make it to the house and yeah kev you didn’t think this through did ya

- andrew makes a beeline to the porch while neil and kevin drag aaron out of the car (what is he MADE of) seth hoists up nicky with ease and asks for directions to nicky’s room. neil and kevin gape at him.

- kevin: so. they’re friends now. (neil mumbles incoherently and slaps aaron) 

- by the time they get aaron into the general vicinity of his bed seth is out cold on the couch. kevin sighs.

-

- it’s 5 in the morning and everyone is asleep except for kevin, who is in the kitchen quietly making coffee

- to his surprise seth walks in with a sleepy ‘your couch is shit’ that earns him an amused look from kevin. seth flips him off and leans on the counter behind kevin like this is routine.

- kevin places another mug next to his and seth mumbles a ‘thanks’ and they sit in comfortable silence. 

kevin remembers andrew and neil. he thinks of how he’d see them standing shoulder to shoulder in their dorms kitchen eating ice cream out of the corner of his eye. he’d always find them smoking in silence. always side by side.

he’d quietly, occasionally, think to himself ‘that must be nice.’

- kevin looks at seth just as he jolts awake from almost falling asleep on the counter and kevin almost laughs. he feels his chest expand a little.

- the coffee machine gurgles and he feels nothing but light inside.

[sheriffofmagic]

em can we blease get some angst? vang0 calling burger in the middle of the night to pick him up after he went by himself to investigate a lead about his past, but it turned out to be nothing [he had the money to take a taxi but.... you know ;) ]

ok so i have written angst approximately one (1) time so idk how well this turned out but i sure did try (as per usual i didnt proofread because im lazy)

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Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Vang0 Bang0 paces the wet pavement of a deserted street. The grey steel buildings looming high overhead. Between the smog and the storm clouds brewing overhead it might as well have been nighttime. Vang0 wasn’t concerned with the scenery though. Instead he was breathing deeply, blinking furiously to hold back the hot tears clouding his vision.

Why are you even so upset? You knew this wouldn’t go anywhere, he thought bitterly. It didn’t help.

It doesn’t matter. Just another dead end in a string of false leads. He contemplates calling for a cab but he didn’t want some stranger to see him on the verge of a panic attack. Wouldn’t be good for his image… Before he can think too much about it he calls Burger Chainz. Tries to make himself sound normal as he asks for a ride. Burger doesn’t ask questions just tells Vang0 he’ll be there.

Vang0 sits down right in the middle of the sidewalk, not a person in sight. He runs his manicured hands over his face. Wills himself to not let this be a big deal. Wills himself to ignore the pain and the disappointment. He closes his eyes, some stray tears leak down his cheeks and he quickly brushes them away. He tries to separate himself from these feelings, this moment, this lifetime, to make himself an observer. Capable of locking this shit down and tucking it away. It’s not working out.

It’s practically no time before Burger’s van rolls to a stop at the curb. Wordlessly, Vang0 gets in and keeps his head downturned. There’s a nondescript acoustic track playing at such a low volume it takes Vang0 a minute to realize what the noise is. He can feel Burger’s eyes on him for a moment before the van pulls away.

Burger and Vang0 are close, really close, maybe an abnormal amount based on what Dasha said(not that Vang0 has a great frame of reference). But they don’t talk about real stuff. Not as a rule, it’s just never been something they do. And after Burger hadn’t pressed him for details on the phone Vang0 just thought this would be another thing they pretend to forget. 

Burger didn’t seem to have the same idea.

“You want to, ah, tell me what’s going on?”

Vang0 just stayed silent.

Burger continued casually, “Why were you all the way out here by yourself?”

For a minute, Vang0 thinks about just ignoring him. Pretending to be too caught up in his thoughts or too much of an asshole to respond. But he sees Burger glance at him, earnest, concern plain on his face and thinks if anyone deserves an explanation, it’s him.

“I thought I had a lead. About me. Turned out to be nothing. It was dumb anyway, I don’t know why I thought I’d find anything.”

He stares straight forward as he speaks struggling to keep his tone neutral, not let his stupid emotions leak through.

“You coulda told me you’d found something. I woulda come with you.”

Vang0 can’t stop the small, bitter laugh that escapes him, “I didn’t find anything. It was a dead end. Months, I spent months researching this shit. Most of what I found was useless and anything useful turned out to be a dead end. This was the one thing that seemed like it might have a chance of being real. Of course it wasn’t.”

“I didn’t know you were looking into this stuff.”

“I don’t even know why I am. Or was. It’s- it’s stupid I should just move on I’m obviously not going to figure out anything about who I was or why someone did this to me…”

Burger was quiet for a moment, “Didn’t think you cared that much about that stuff.”

“I don’t want. I just do. It’s like- I don’t know who I used to be but I miss them? Sometimes I don’t even feel like I’m a whole person. Like I’m not quite real. Or maybe I was never real in the first place. I don’t know…”

Vang0 squeezed his eyes shut, forcing his eyes to stop welling. There’s a hollow silence that surrounds them briefly, it could be seconds or hours, it’s agonizing.

“What was it?” Burger asks, “The lead.”

Vang0 brushes at his bangs, eyes tracking the passing streetlights for a moment before he responds, “Cosmetics shop. Underground. Not legally sanctioned. No public records of patients but from what I found their clientele is pretty upscale. Figured someone who powerful enough to wipe a memory clean wouldn’t just half-ass it.”

“Oh,” Burger said, looking at him again, that annoying concerned look still on his face, “You never…”

Vang0 shrugs, “I can’t know for sure. ‘S just a feeling. It’s like, sometimes when I look in the mirror I don’t recognize myself. Like this isn’t my face, even though it’s the only one I’ve ever known. I look at it and I just know that’s not me. And I get startled like I’m wearing a mask I can’t take off. Even if I could… Who would I be? I mean, who am I without what they made me? Don’t even know if I am anything.”

He rubs a hand over his face, “This probably doesn’t even make sense. But it’s sort of like my skin doesn’t fit right and I know that but everything else is a big blank spot. I wish I could just let it go and move on but I can’t. I need to find out what happened but there’s no trail. As if I just blinked into existence in that warehouse.”

The car had stopped. How long had the car been stopped? Burger had a soft look in his eye as he listened. Now that he’d started talking he felt like he couldn’t stop though he desperately wanted to. Vang0 wanted to bury this deep down and ignore it. Lock it away until it disappeared. Didn’t want to have to talk about this. He hated the vulnerable feeling in his chest and how every word he spoke felt like it was cutting him open. But he couldn’t stop.

“I’d spent months looking and found nothing. And then I had this lead. This one lead. And I knew better than to get my hopes up but I did anyway. Everything I’d found about that place felt like it was leading to something and I wanted to believe so badly that it was. Whole way there, my heart was beating out of my chest. And when I finally got there? It was empty. The place just wiped clean. Like it had been empty for years. ‘Spent two hours looking around for anything, searched nearly the entire building and got nothing.”

Vang0 didn’t realize he was crying again until a tear fell on his arm, startling him. He rubbed at his cheeks furiously, shaking his head, “It was stupid. I should’ve known better than going. And going alone was a dumb risk. Shit, this is ridiculous. I’m so stupid-”

“Hey,” Burger reached out and laid his hand on Vang0’s, “don’t say that. I didn’t know you before but I know you now. You’re smart and wicked good with a gun and you’re my friend, whether you wanna be or not. You’ve been through a lot on your own but it doesn’t have to be like that. You’ve got people who want to help you. Words and stuff, that’s hard for me. But I can try and help. If what you look like doesn’t feel like you, I’ll help ya can change it. And if feelin’ like yourself is less ‘bout looks and more just how you feel, figuring out what happened, who you were? Then I’ll help you with that too. All you gotta do is ask. I’ll be there.”

Vang0 eyes are still wet and his mouth his hanging slightly open. His brain short-circuiting at how damn earnest Burger sounds. It was hard to trust anyone in this city but he knew he could trust Burger. Before either of them realize it’s happening, Vang0’s leaned across the center console and pressed his lips firmly against Burger’s. It lasts only an instant before Vang0’s brain turns back on and starts blasting alarm bells. He pulls back slowly, rubbing at the still-damp spots beneath his eyes. A dumbfounded look contorts Burger’s face and before the big guy gets a chance to speak (or Vang0 a chance to put his foot in his mouth) Vang0 opens his door.

“Thank you,” he says as he slides out of the door, “for everything.”

They just stare at each other through the open door. Not for long. Some unspoken sense of understanding settling over them. But Vang0 doesn’t want to dwell on all of this right now. Panic over the many vulnerabilities he has just exposed is already setting in. Looking at Burger though, he knows he has nothing to worry about.

Vang0 takes a deep, shuddering breath, reminds himself that he’s here, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

And he shuts the door.

[astudyingreer]

blease,,,, tell me some day to day things mhar did. what was his morning routine, his favorite activities, the ways he’d joke around with nenet to make her flustered. how late did he sleep in, did he like animals? give me,,,,,,, soft mhar details

-Mhar loves the garden. It’s in the center of his temple and is perpetually full of lush grass, dozens of flowers, and birds. It constantly smells like nectar and there’s a spring in the middle where the servants draw water. He’ll take walks there and the servants love to spend their time there, singing or doing busywork in the sun. He’ll often go there and even sit with the servants on occasion, listening to them chatter happily amongst themselves.

-If he notices something is bothering one of the servants, he will often send them on errands out of the temple into the villages (he knows they all love that) or maybe just ask them to take a walk with him so he can prod them gently about what’s on their mind.

-Fun fact, because Mhar is a god incarnate, he is technically a pharaoh and validly holds that title. 

-He LOVES animals. One of his favorite things to do is watch the birds in the garden. Catch him out there like Disney princess holding them in his very gentle hands.

-Mhar also loves to tease Nenet. It’s one of his favorite things, because she’s so jumpy and clumsy and nervous all the time. Most of the servants keep to themselves, but she’s so fascinated with him he’ll often catch her following him or purposefully putting herself in his way. He’ll often “give her a hard time” good-naturedly over a broken pot or forgotten unfinished task, just to watch her stutter for an excuse. Maybe it’s because he also wants a reason to spend more time with HER…

-Despite teasing Nenet, they also have a lot of times where they’ll joke together or have very light, fun conversations. Obviously later when they grow closer this happens more often.

-Mhar wanted to make Nenet his queen right before she died, and was seriously considering giving her immortality despite the obvious reasons not to.

-Mhar is very good with children !! So good !! The children wouldn’t dare pet him in his cat state (cats were holy in ancient Egypt) but he still will spend time with them when he’s in villages visiting, if he can.

-He’s also always wanted a human child of his own.

-He only shows his face to the servants and occupants of the temple. Otherwise he wears his mask. Even then, the servants will try not to make eye contact, but mostly because his eyes are so intense: not in an angry way, but just in a powerful way. In truth he has very kind, gentle features, and his smile is like a warm hug.

-Mhar’s morning routine consists of “waking up” very early (he doesn’t really sleep, meditation is a better word for it) and taking a walk outside of the temple to take time by himself (maybe he’ll go for a swim, or visit a secluded part of the area) until food has been prepared for him. He’s actually kind of a loner, and you’ll find him keeping to himself or going off to be alone a lot.

-Mhar doesn’t give hugs often, but he actually really loves hugging. And a hug from Mhar is…. literally the best feeling in the world.

-When Mhar laughs his eyes crinkle up and he’ll laugh through his nose a little first but then he’ll tilt his head back and laugh louder and it’s incredibly contagious.

-Mhar wears that ceremonial makeup and jewelry when he goes into public or has people come to the temple to bring offerings, but he doesn’t get ready himself. Now I want you to imagine Nenet–or someone else–putting kohl on his eyes and stuff. (kohl being the word for that black eyeliner stuff)