#ask rc

[dadvans]

omg i don’t know if you do prompts, but i would literally cry so happy if you wrote a little scene of Buck feeling kicks when the tones go off!!

A call comes in mid-afternoon, and it's like the tones set off something inside Buck. It's like gas, bubbles, low in his gut. In the engine he leans forward to eye the others, see if he's the only one feeling some weird sort of churn. "Hey, is lunch not settling right for anyone else? I was just hit with the weirdest wave of gas."

"Buck," Hen says warningly.

"No, not like"--he starts, stops. "Cap, what did you put in that casserole today? Or maybe I pulled something, I dunno. It felt like bubbles popping in my stomach just now."

"Should we be rolling down the windows?" Eddie asks.

"Nothing unusual in the chicken casserole you've had a hundred times, Buck." Bobby looks back at all of them over his shoulder a little unimpressed from the front of the cab, but when his eyes land on Buck, he tilts his head, considering. "How far along did you say you were?"

Buck's only just told everyone, and it's still strange to talk about it out loud without feeling like he's jinxing something. "Uh, seventeen weeks? You think it's a pregnancy thing?"

"Sounds like it could be kicks. Marcy didn't feel Robbie until twenty weeks along, but he was always the shy one. Brooke, on the other hand, Marcy felt her for the first time much earlier. We always used to say she was going to grow up to be a dancer." His smile goes slight, eyes distant for a brief second. "I think you might have a wannabe firefighter riding along."

"Kicks, huh," Buck repeats, feeling a little dumb with the realization. It makes sense. He's maybe been a little obsessive about tracking every change and milestone--Tommy has all but banned direct mention of TheBump at home--he's been expecting it, but even after the tests and the ultrasounds and the morning sickness, something about it hasn't felt really real in the way that this does. He puts a hand on his stomach, looks down at where a life is growing inside him. And kicking, apparently. "That so, little Probie? You heard the alarms go off and you wanted to get out there, just like your dads."

So faint, like the baby is listening, Buck feels a twinge in response.

[larabar]

Silver writing in a journal

<3 <3 <3

[desired-misery]

Leon being a veteran is actually so fucking sad to me. In a "you know Leon isn't actually allowed to say he used to be a soldier under Krauser because of red tape/secrecy" way... and so Leon probably also has never personally identified as a soldier. He never wanted to be. He was a cop. He was forced into the army, forced to join Krauser’s team. And then, when the team was wiped out (and then Krauser "died") the government looked at Leon (who they had just spent years training him as this special operations soldier) goes "okay, nevermind about that." And yoinks him into some secret, vague government agent position.

The government never wanted Leon to be a solider, either. It was just a means to an end. No way does the government consider Leon a soldier, either (you know Leon does not have any real fucking paperwork to get any kind of benefits through the VA or anything. He does not have a military ID, he doesn't fucking exist).

Even if Leon felt like he earned his veteran status... he doesn't have any way to prove it.

[artnfiction]

You wanna do that every day?...🤭🫠

[wanderingblindly]

Trick or treat!! 🫶🏻

omg a trick or treater!!!! love ur costume mwuah mwuah

here's a deleted text convo from Oscar Piastri's (Full Homo) Guide to Fucking Your Boyfriend, chapter 1

[lamieresoul]

MISS SASHA‼️🗣,

Please, in November update, give Greg a kiss scene!

(That's my birth month, tyvm.)

AMEN. 🙏🏽🧎🏾‍♀️

[taemcains]

he really did... stay close...

[laptopcius]

[romance-club-daily]

hey! um, could you explain (if you know) why hell and high water has only 2 seasons? like did ppl not like it or smthng?

Hi!!

They never give an official explanation as to why, but everyone speculates (I don't remember if the author said something too). In the case of HHW, I think it was the low popularity. The first few episodes are a bit dull because there's a lot of language about boats, and some people didn't like it, they found it boring. It's a much "quieter" story too, there's nothing supernatural about it, which may not please a lot of people who like more energetic and "shocking" stories (? idk if this is the right word for this), there's a lot of cool inclusions (which is a positive point, but unfortunately a lot of people still don't see it that way).

It's really a shame, because it's a relaxing, comforting story and the characters are very good! I'd like to know more about this post-apocalyptic world :(

[dystopicjumpsuit]

DJ!!! If it's okay, for the first kiss prompt could I humbly ask for

"are you sure about this" with our voice king, Sev?

Or!!

their hearts stopping when they hear someone's camera click (a friend catching them in the act ?) with Tup?

Whichever one inspires you more! Please and thank you 💙

A/N: Thank you so much for the ask @secondaryrealm! It was so fun to get back into the swing of writing Sev. You’ll notice that I’m incapable of writing him without mentioning his voice. Voice kink gonna voice kink. Prompt is in purple!

Pairing: Sev x Reader (GN)

Rating: T, but minors DNI as always

Wordcount: 519

Warnings and tags: fluff, mentions of vomit

Summary: You do Sev a solid.

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“Are you sure about this?” Sev’s deep voice rumbled in your ear, sending a tingle of awareness across your neck.

You turned to look at him over your shoulder. “Kriff, no.”

He smirked and slid his helmet into place. “Too bad.”

Without warning, he spun you around and tackled you, sending you both flying out of the LAAT/i and into the abyss as his arms clamped around your body.

You shrieked, too terrified to be embarrassed by the sound. “Oh, my gods, I’m gonna die!”

You clung to Sev, burying your face against his chestplate as you squeezed your eyes shut, clenching your jaw to try to keep from screaming again.

Sev’s low, modulated chuckle sounded through his helmet speaker. “Relax, I’ve done this hundreds of times.”

“Carrying another person?!” you demanded raggedly, still not opening your eyes.

“Uh… no,” he admitted. “That’s why we needed volunteers for the training exercise.”

Your eyes snapped open, not that it mattered, since all you could see was Sev’s armor and helmet.

“Sev,” you asked nervously, “how many times have you done this while carrying somebody?”

“This is the first. I think it’s going well.”

“I can’t believe I let Scorch talk me into this,” you groaned.

“Everyone who’s ever met Scorch has said that at some point.”

You felt your weight shift as he adjusted the flight path of his jetpack, and your stomach flip-flopped. Gods, I think I’m gonna hurl. Please, please don’t let me hurl on him, you prayed silently to the Force.

“Don’t drop me,” you begged.

“Even if I did, the tether would keep you close.” Sev seemed to sense you didn’t find that as reassuring as he thought you would, and he tightened his fingers on you briefly. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

True to his word, he soon landed the pair of you safely on the ground. As he released you, your knees buckled, and he caught you just before you collapsed. He yanked off his helmet with his free hand, and you heard it thud to the ground as he tilted your head so he could see your face.

“You okay?” he asked, scanning you quickly for injuries.

“Yeah, sorry,” you said shakily. “I just need a minute.”

You willed your legs to work as you tried not to stare at his deep, gorgeous eyes or his stupid, perfect mouth that you’d been trying to ignore for months. Why does he smell so kriffing good? He has no right to smell like that. 

You cleared your throat. “I, uh, think I can stand now.”

Sev didn’t loosen the arm he had wrapped around your waist, and he stroked your cheek softly with his thumb as he held your head. You gazed into each other’s eyes, as though suspended in time, and then he closed the distance between you as his lips met yours. His lips felt exactly as soft and stupidly perfect as you’d imagined, and you sucked in a tiny, broken gasp when the kiss ended far too soon.

“Wow,” you sighed. “I’m so glad I didn’t hurl on you.”

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[littlenekodraws]

Hands you some RC!ranchers even though I've already sent them to you

Hehee heeheehoo

Thank you girlie

[teto-spotted]

I'm making a yt playlist full of teto, any recommendations

Mmmmm dunnooooooooo i like all the teto songs by sasuke haraguchi!!

[arcsimper5]

Wait he did?? Did that happen in the republic commando books or in the game?

In the game 😂 when they rescue him from the cells, Boss asks him 'did you get the data' and Scorch replies 'yeah they searched me, but I hid it pretty well.'

Boss asks 'where' and the answer is 'you really don't want to know' 😂

It's here from 0:45

[uselessgay10101]