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[soul-eater-novel]

p20 驚くティルの横をすり抜けざまにビクトールが言ったが、 Viktor cackled gleefully, slipping past Tir, who was still reeling.

彼はその直後マッシ��に「ビクトールには話が…」と呼ばれたので、踵を返し部屋に戻った。 Mathiu followed and called out, “I need to talk to you, Viktor!” So Viktor turned on his heel and the pair went back to Mathiu’s rooms.

「ティル様…」 部屋を出ようとしたティルに、カスミが声を掛ける。 Just as Tir was about to leave, Kasumi called out to him. “Lord Tir.”

「たまには戦いから離れて旅をするのもいいものです。ロリマー地方は今、いい季節ですし」 “It is good, sometimes, to take a trip and distance oneself from battle. Lorimar is beautiful this time of year.”

「そうだね、そうするよ」ティルはそう答えて部屋を出た。 “That’s true. I’ll be sure to keep my eyes open,” Tir replied absently on his way out.

ソウルイーターの謎を解くきっかけに出会えるかもーー Maybe this is the perfect excuse to try to unravel the mystery of the Soul Eater.

と期待に胸をはずませて。 Tir’s hopes rose and his heart started to beat a little faster.

＊＊＊

次の日、ティルたちは城の船着き場からクナン地方へと船を走らせた。 The next day, Tir and the others took a boat from the castle docks, heading toward the Kunan region.

ロリマー地方はクナン地方を縦断し、ロリマーの城塞を越えたところにある。 The Lorimar region lay alongside the Kunan region, accessible by the Lorimar Fortress.

フリックが言うには、馬でも一週間はかかるということだった。 Flik thought that, even on horseback, the trip would take about a week.

ティルの護衛にはビクトールとフリック、そしてクレオの三人がついた。 Tir’s guard was composed of Flik, Viktor, and Cleo.

ティルは最初はビクトールとフリックだけのつもりだったが、クレオが同行を願い出た。 At first Tir had just planned to go with the two men, but Cleo asked to come along as well.

ティルもグレミオとテオの死後、心にぽっかりと穴が空いたような気がしていたので、クレオの気持ちを察し、結局四人で戦士の村を目指すことになった。 Gremio and Teo’s deaths had left gaping holes in Tir’s heart, and he thought Cleo must be feeling similarly. So it was decided, in the end, that the four of them would go together to Warrior’s Village.

トラン湖沿いのテイエンの街に船を停め、船から馬や荷を降ろす。 They docked at the town of Teien off Lake Toran and offloaded their horses and cargo.

準備を整えて街を出、草原に馬を走らせた時、ティルはそこにフリックが言っていた外の風、城にはない風を感じた。 Once they had everything ready, the left the town. Galloping across the fields, Tir saw what Flik had meant—the wind here felt different than at the castle.

P21 もう、夏なんだーー。 It’s summer already…

父テオとの戦いから約四カ月、久々に訪れたクナン地方には、草の香りを含んだ爽やかな初夏の風が吹いていた。 This was the first time he had visited Kunan in the four months or so since the battle with his father, Teo. A pleasant, early summer wind blew here, laden with the scent of grass.

スカーレティシア城を攻めた時はくすんでいた草原も、今は青々として生気に満ち、まるで別の場所のようだった。 The field at Scarleticia Castle that had run dark with blood during the battle now burst with fresh life, looking like a completely different place.

広い草原を進み、焚き火を囲んで野宿をし、旅を続けているうちにいつの間にかティルにもクレオにも、少しずつてはあるが笑顔が戻るようになっていた。 As they continued their journey, traveling across the wide fields, camping outside, sitting around the fire, Cleo and Tir both slowly began to smile again.

それは暖かな季節のおかげだったかもしれないし、気の置けないビクトールとフリックのおかげだったかもしれない。 Maybe this change was due to the warm, pleasant weather, or maybe it was thanks to Viktor and Flik’s easygoing, amiable company.

旅のさなかでティルは、フリックから戦士の村についてもいろいろと話を聞いた。 During their trip, Tir asked Flik more about Warrior’s Village.

村長はゾラックという男で、剣の腕は立つのだが、無類のお喋り好きだという。 Flik told him that the leader of the village was a man named Zorak, unrivaled with the sword, but also unmatched in his love of chatting endlessly.

また、戦士の村の男は成人と認められると剣に自分の大切なものの名前をつけることがてきると話してくれた。 He also told him that once a man of the village was recognized as an adult, he could give his sword a name.

ティルはフリックに剣の名前を何とつけたのか尋ねたが、ただ寂しげに笑うだけで、答えてはくれなかった。 Tir asked Flik what he had named his sword, but the older man just smiled sadly and didn’t answer.

クナン地方を馬で四日、無人となったロリマー城塞を通過し、さらに三日旅を続けて、四人はようやく戦士の村にたどり着いた。 The Kunan region was four days on horseback. They passed through Lorimar Fortress, eerily empty, and continued on for three days. At last, the four arrived at Warrior’s Village.

萌える緑に囲まれた戦士の村は、静かなたたずまいだった。 Nestled in lush greenery, the village felt quiet.

そこかしこに建ち並ぶ素朴な藁葺き屋根の家。 Simple huts with straw-thatched roofs dotted the village.

どこからかカンカンと響いてくるのは、刀鍛冶が剣を鍛える音だろうか。 A clanging sound came from somewhere, perhaps a blacksmith at work.

のどかな雰囲気に、四人の心は自然と和んでいった。 The four travelers felt their hearts relax in this peaceful environment.

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[plogieplogie]

Keroro fans when a dub slightly changes the dialogue to account for timing

Sorry I couldn't find a fitting reaction image so here's a picture of takeshi kusao

[aesthetic-uni]

Oh. God.

[eggdrawsthings]

"I've accepted my darkness What have you done with yours?"

[multongsisig]

started this game a few days ago and i think im giong insane

[baravaggio]

don’t piss me off

[alchemistc]

The voice echoes. He's coming in and out of it, desperate to open his eyes, desperate to make sure he can actually feel all his fingers and toes, but it's hard.

He knows that voice though. He knows he does.

The building hadn't been as stable as they thought it was. Probably in the investigation later on they'll discover building codes not up to standard, faulty evacuation plans. He got the kid out, though. He knows he got the kid out.

Eddie too, he's pretty sure.

".. uck!" The voice yells. It's kind of funny, he thinks to himself, as he can feel the strings of consciousness slipping, how much his name sounds like a curse when you're having a hard time keeping things straight. And then everything fades to black.

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"Buck, please. Just wake up."

He wants to, is the thing. It's not like he's not trying, he wants to tell the voice, wants to be a little petulant about it too. That feels like the right attitude to have, for some reason.

It's hard to breathe. Might be something has him pinned. He'd seen beams falling, he's pretty sure.

"Goddamnit!" the voice yells, and Buck strains to remember. "I can't move this fucking thing unless you're able to get out from under it on your own, so wake the hell up. C'mon. Give me something to work with."

Buck wiggles a toe. Fucking ow.

Fingers, next, and that - that's a whole new ballgame of pain, but holy shit he can feel it all. Jesus Christ it hurts.

"For fucks sake, Evan, I'll take anything, at this point. Please."

Buck's lips suddenly feel a lot less numb. He does know that voice.

Hasn't heard it in three weeks, except for on the voicemail he'd left three months ago complaining about downtown parking for the hundredth time and letting Buck know he was gonna circle the block again, but -

"T- Tommy?"

Buck blinks his eyes open just in time to see Tommy drop to his knees near Buck's head, a relief filled sob echoing around the space. Buck takes the opportunity to stare.

"Hey," Tommy says, breathless, the corners of his eyes wet, his turnouts fully covered in dusty debris. It's an achingly familiar sight, even if he's significantly less sooty than the last time.

"You swear a lot more on the job," Buck notes, and Tommy bites out a desperate laugh, slipping a hand from a glove to reach for Buck's cheek.

"How are you feeling?" Tommy asks, and Buck crinkles his nose, widens his eyes. He laughs again, and Buck - God Buck has missed this but he's still having trouble taking in a full breath and - Tommy pulls a hand away from Buck's neck. "Your pulse is steady. Elevated, but you should be - can you wiggle fingers and toes?'

"Hurts like hell, but yeah."

"Well. A building just fell on you. So that tracks."

Buck takes stock of himself, even though he feels goddamn miserable taking his eyes away from Tommy.

Sure enough, there's a beam barred low across his chest. Definitely at least bruised ribs, if not broken ones. He can't see much over it, but it feels like he's got full, painful movement in his legs. "Tommy, I think my halligan's pinned with me."

He snorts. There's nothing funny about this, but Buck finds himself snorting back, the two of them bouncing off each other until Buck eventually winces at the pressure and Tommy gets himself under control. He's fully crying now, wet fat tears streaked through the dust on his face. "Thank fuck I am also a firefighter," Tommy says, and Buck prepares himself for the moment Tommy gets the tool under the beam at the right angle to lift. "How's your pain?" Tommy asks, when he's situated.

"On a scale from ladder pinning my ankle to lightning strike?"

Tommy scowls.

"I'll be able to move if you make room. If that's what you're asking."

Tommy eyes the space. The beam. The settling dust and the only real angle he's got with enough leverage to make space for Buck to slide himself free. He won't be able to help Buck pull himself out. "The moment you have an inch you move backward as fast as you can. There's at least two yards of clearance behind you, and I'm not dropping this thing on your fucking head by accident."

Buck nods.

Tommy grabs his chin. "Verbal confirmation, Evan," he demands, suddenly so serious Buck has to swallow back a bratty retort.

"One inch, pull myself backwards."

Tommy nods. Situates his hands. "Good." And then before Buck can brace for the pain he's lifting the beam.

It's fast. So fast Buck doesn't have time to scream, or listen to the signals from his brain telling him he's fucking dying. Tommy lifts, Buck scrambles, and he has just enough room to clear his legs before rubble shifts to their left and Tommy's dropping the halligan to roll his entire body over Buck's.

A few broken pieces of concrete roll to a stop before they reach the two of them, and Buck beams up at Tommy. "Little bit of an overreaction, don't you think?"

Tommy settles his weight. Tips his chin so that he can see Buck beyond his visor. "I feel like maybe you aren't taking this as seriously as you should."

Buck shoves a shoulder against Tommy's weight, and he rolls right off, lays side to side with Buck while they both catch their breath. It's such a fucking familiar position that Buck fails to stifle a laugh.

"What are you doing here?" he asks, when he's calmed down enough that Tommy has stopped asking him concussion protocol questions.

Tommy sighs. Turns to his side, and Buck knows this position, too. They never did it in turnouts, though. "They grounded us an hour before the collapse."

"I heard," Buck presses. "I also heard the 217 was working fire suppression on the perimeter."

Tommy looks guilty. He rolls his neck, reaches out under the guise of checking Buck's pulse again.

Buck doesn't stop him.

"Yeah I might be fired," he says, and then shrugs a shoulder. "They called for full evac and when Eddie came out with that kid but you didn't -."

Buck feels a little breathless again. He almost asks Tommy how much he's got in his tank - Bucks's ran out a while ago. But they seem - pretty firmly trapped. Buck can't see an exit point, and he's almost positive there's not enough room for both of them to stand at the same time. They'll need that oxygen. "You came after me?"

Tommy sighs. Seems satisfied that Buck's heart is still doing what it's supposed to, and that he's not leaking internally. When he shifts his hand, it's not away - callused hands catch the underside of Buck's chin, fingers curl over his cheek. "I'd tell you not to read into it, but..."

Buck's breath catches. He holds it. There's - he has no idea how much air they have. They don't have time (or enough air, maybe) for Buck to lean up and kiss him. "Tommy."

"We'll talk about it when we're both safely out of here and bundled in our shiny blankets. If the 118 doesn't kill me first."

"What...?" Buck doesn't know what that means. They did everything they could to convince him not to reach out but they also weren't, like, calling for his head. He wants to know what it means. Tommy's brow goes up.

He shifts to his knees, holds out a hand. "Help me look around. See if we can find an air pocket."

He helps Buck to a kneel of his own like it's nothing, and despite the creaks and groans and the sting of sore muscles, Buck doesn't think there's anything permanently damaged. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It'll keep, Evan."

More than anything, Buck wants to call him out on that. The implication that Tommy knows more about the 118's current feelings on Tommy than Buck does. His name, suddenly back in play like Tommy hadn't used the lack of it to dig the knife in.

Buck shifts his weight and checks for his flashlight. Aims up, first, as high as the beam of light will go. There's really not much room in this little pocket of space.

He can hear Tommy shifting on his knees behind him. They need to be smart. Conserve air, conserve energy. Buck had been near a sidewall when the building came down, but who knows how long it'll take for the building to be stable enough to attempt a rescue. Maybe they're still gonna die in here, after all.

God, he doesn't want Tommy to die.

"Back to Evan, I noticed," Buck comments, doing a terrible job of not sounding eager, and he can hear the heaving breath Tommy takes, the way the shift of his body just pauses.

"The thing is, the moment I realized I might not have any more time, all I wanted was another five minutes. Just to hear you breathe. See your face. You wouldn't even have to know I'd done it, just -." He sucks a breath in through his nose. "I just realized the pain is still worth it."

That spurs Buck into action, because - because they're not gonna die - not here, not now, not for as many years as Buck can squeeze out of this life. He shifts. He pokes. He checks for light beyond the pockets between rubble. He takes even, measured breaths around the rapidly tightening muscles around his ribs and the moment he feels a draft he almost cries.

"Tommy!"

He turns to catch his eye, thrilled, ready to drag him over and -

"Tommy?"

He's slumped on his side. And - and god damnit, Buck is so fucking stupid, he should have checked Tommy too, should have known if he was hurt he'd hide it like the massive asshole he is.

There's nothing obvious until Buck pulls at his turnouts, and then he has to hold in a scream so he doesn't bring the rest of the place down on them.

---

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The paramedics don't fight him when he shoves his way into the ambulance behind them. No one does, not as he's shoving Hen and Chim away from him while they desperately try to check his vitals, not when Eddie takes one look at the rebar sticking through Tommy's side and his face goes fucking white.

He crashes twice on the way to the hospital.

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Buck comes to slowly, and is immediately pissed, because he's in a fucking hospital bed.

Eddie leans over him when he sits up. "Take a second, man."

"Did you drug me?"

The eyebrow raise is a little condescending. "You passed the fuck out in the middle of the waiting room when they told us Tommy's surgery went well."

Well that's - that's - oh God, Tommy's okay. He remembers now. Tommy pulled through. Tommy was out of surgery and they were setting him up in a room and it'd be a while before he woke up but he was -

"I wanna see him."

Eddie chuckles, and Buck seriously considers throwing something at him, but before he can find something to toss Eddie's leaning sideways in his seat to pull the curtain divider away. "Even the nurses were taking bets that you'd kill a man if they put you in separate rooms."

He'll have to thank Gina later.

Tommy's still asleep. In repose, he breathes deep and even, eyes fluttering behind his lids, and Buck remembers what an active fucking sleeper he is, how much it had infuriated him that Tommy could never remember his dreams. God.

He's bruised around the eyes, there's a clean shave on the side of his head where he'd taken falling rubble in his mad dash past the kid Buck had sent ahead of him. The hospital gown looks so stupid on him.

Buck glares when Eddie tries to wrangle him back under his thin blanket - swings his legs over the side and tries not to wince when he puts his weight down and feels exactly how fucked up his ribs are. The bindings are tight. He's gonna need help rewrapping them.

"Tommy said something about you guys wanting to kill him. Know anything about that?"

It's a little accusatory. A lot, actually. Eddie sighs. "He tried to bring your shit by the station a week later when he knew you were off shift. Chim and Hen weren't, uh ... particularly nice about it."

Buck blinks. He still hasn't gotten any of that back.

"So he just ...took it back? Didn't leave it behind?"

"Oh he took about fifteen minutes of having his head bit off and then grabbed the box and shoved it back in his bed before he left."

Despite how absolutely ridiculous that all sounds, it makes something sizzle under his skin. If it was all just adrenaline, all just heat of the moment panic, Tommy would have left that box anyway.

They know so much and still so little about each other.

He's pretty sure he might actually get the chance to know more now. Even if he has to pry it from Tommy piece by piece for another decade or five.

Buck shoves that thought right down and gives himself the next two days to think about.

"And what'd you do, while they were berating him?"

"Oh, I threw like three loaves of bread in there with your stuff while he wasn't looking."

"You gave him my moping bread?"

"Two of the sourdoughs and an Irish soda bread."

"What if he didn't open the box back up?"

Eddie shrugs. "I hedged my bets. Either he opened that box back up to do his own moping or eventually there'd be some moldy ass bread in there."

"I hate raisins, by the way," comes the croaky voice to Buck's left, and Buck doesn't hesitate to wheel his saline bag the extra foot to reach the bedside. Buck knows that already. He'd made the soda bread out of spite, at three in the morning when he realized the second pillow still smelled like Tommy's shampoo and he'd remembered the almost-argument they'd had about wet hair on the pillows.

Tommy's hand meets Buck's halfway, and his smile is tired and magnificent.

Eddie smirks. "So you opened the box, then."

Tommy doesn't look away from Buck. His fingers squeeze. "I opened the box."

"Eddie, I need you to go distract Gina for like, three and a half minutes."

"...I know I'm going to regret asking," Eddie says.

"Tommy's hooked up to a bunch of monitors that are gonna make some extra noise in a second here, and they've already seen us making out in this hospital, they don't need to be alerted to another free show."

Eddie's out of his seat immediately, and halfway out the door when he turns back. "Just so we're all on the same page, this is not me encouraging this. You two are just walking talking piles of trauma and you can't just kiss about it and suddenly everything is fine."

Buck can taste the bitchy comment on the tip of Tommy's tongue. He squeezes Tommy's fingers and counts himself lucky when all Tommy does is make a dismissive noise in the back of his throat.

It's not like Eddie's wrong.

The door clicks shut behind him.

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Tommy sets aside a third jello cup and stares at the cards in his hand. He glances through his lashes as he sets two cards down on the pile. "Two sevens."

"Bullshit."

His eyes gleam with challenge as he flips them both over and Buck has to take another loss. He doesn't care, is the thing. He'll happily lose at cards to Tommy for the next -

Six months is a reasonable length of time, probably. They've hit that mark once before.

Tommy shifts his weight, grimaces, and Buck is on his feet in a heartbeat. "You need another pillow? Change the angle of the bed?"

He laughs, soft and warm, rolls his eyes. "That joke I made about you guys needing your own ward? You may not have it named after you, but it's practically the Ritz around here. All the nurses have come by like six times just to see if I needed my pillow fluffed. I'm good, Evan." Buck settles back into his seat. "I just have a hole the size of a boba straw in my side."

"It was significantly wider than a boba straw."

"Could still suck a tapioca pearl through it," Tommy reminds him, almost petulantly. It's been a treat discovering that Tommy can throw it back almost as well as Buck when he's ornery about being bedridden for a full two days.

Buck finishes rearranging his cards. Grabs three random ones and sets them atop the pile. "Three eights."

Tommy stares at his cards. Glances up at Buck. Turns his gaze to his cards one more time.

"One nine," he declares, and Buck doesn't even complain that he'd fully let him off the hook there.

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Tommy is actually the worst patient in the world. They have to have Eddie over to wrap Buck's ribs for at least a week, and Tommy refused to take any pain meds home with him, and every morning when Buck fusses with the dressings on Tommy's side Tommy stares in the mirror and complains that the scar isn't even symmetrical to the one on his ribs. Buck spends twenty minutes reminding him he'd have a punctured lung, if that was the case, and that seems to shut him up for a little while, at least.

"Hey," Tommy says, on day eleven, when Buck leans over him on the sofa to say goodbye and head back to the loft. Tommy's fine, really. He needs rest and leaving for the night isn't going to kill either one of them. Still, he tugs at Buck's belt loops until Buck allows a knee to bend and press into the cushion beside him. "This is not me asking you to move in with me."

"What -?"

Tommy presses something into his hand. It's warm, like Tommy's been smoothing it in his palm for a while, grooved along the edge facing Buck's fingers. "Yet," he says, softer than before, watching Buck palm it with a smile that Buck is beginning to fully understand the implications of.

It's a key.

Buck blinks. The years stretch ahead of him. Grumpy grizzled Tommy bitching about the towel rack having too many wet towels on it. Silver fox Tommy grinning over some flirty kids head at Buck as he tries to make it back to the booth they got to the bar early to camp at. Tommy, tomorrow, fondly annoyed when Buck confesses he can't watch another true crime documentary or it'll actually kill him.

"I love you," Buck blurts, and feels like crying when Tommy tugs him close for a kiss.

[kirbles]

[chie-thinks-what-to-draw]

The Singular Voice

(Pokey design by @atomicwrongs )

[yandere-romanticaa]

The General was a man whose reputation often took a hit due to his disposition for rest and love for games such as Star Chess, which if given the opportunity, the man would play with just about anyone, truthfully you did not even need to be a skilled player at this point. His seat gave him power but it all meant endless boredom. Cut the man some slack, okay? Geez.

The Dozing General soon found himself with a brand spanking new title in a matter of weeks though, one which brought him endless amusement.

The Lovesick General.

Ah, it sounded so pleasing to his ear. Jing Yuan sat in his office, the paperwork pushed to the side in favor of reading the news which people on the Lofu had started to spread around like candy- the General had taken in a lover and said lover simply preoccupied his time far too much!! Lots of sources recommend that his lover should not be present in any sort of meeting lest everyone in the room wished to see their General turn into a lovestruck fool. He was known to get very handsy as one gossip site stated while others pondered the identity of this mysterious lover of his.

Jing Yuan absolutely devoured absolutely every single article with a wolfish grin on his face. He was so eager to show them to you but he also was not sure how you would react to them. Things were still slow, so to speak. You still were not quite accustomed to this new way of living. He knew all too well just how dull it could get to just sit around with nothing to do, more so with a collar around your neck but precautions needed to be taken.

Jing Yuan saved some of the articles on his phone, even taking screenshots of some for his own personal use later on. He usually did not mingle with such mindless gossip but the endless sea of tips and tricks gave the general so many ideas on how to woo you.

Who was he to just throw away this treasure? He would be a fool!

With a pep in his step, the general's white hair swished back and forth as he walked out of his office, his heart beating harder in his chest than it had any right to do so. He couldn't wait to show you everything, it was all too good.

Oh how sweet, people even started drawing the two of you!

[bunnieswithknives]

Okay but does Peri KNOW that Dev has a robotic leg when he shows up? Something about the fact that Peri's wand is a cane and the fact that Dev could have kept his leg and just had a cane for the rest of his life instead tickles my brain.

I mean he doesn't know immediately, he wasn't like briefed or anything, but he basically lives in Dev's house so he definitely finds out. Peri doesn't comment on or react to it all though really, there's no reason for him to think anything of it, plenty of people have missing limbs, a lot of people are born without them, it doesn't necessarily mean anything sinister happened. He had no reason to pry or ask and I think Peri's lack of reaction to it helped Dev feel a bit more comfortable in his skin. (Not by much but.. a little bit.)

[turtleblogatlast]

Every day I’m haunted by the fact the boys happily swim in sewer water

Even if it’s filtered somehow there’s no way it’s not still nasty 😭 Bet they can defeat any of their villains just by accidentally giving them diseases I swear

[murdrdocs]

uhmm not to add to ur torture but art does this after patrick finishes inside of u

https://x.com/yul_erotica/status/1567267102502912001?s=46&t=7TmegSCVL2oWlJID6RaplQ

sorry if this is too gross bye ily

this is not too gross at all. link (twt porn link, MDNI 18+)

i absolutely agree w u. i think that with art, it takes him a second to warm up to the idea of cleaning you up like this, but once he does, he's all in. however, this rlly speaks to me as patrick cleaning you up after art cums in you.

patrick is nastier, less restrained with his displays of desire. you and art have both called him gross with the biggest smiles on your faces, so he's leaned into it by now. that's who he is, the Gross One. he takes on the characteristic whenever he gently nudges art out from between your legs while he's trying to calm down. you're in the same boat as art, eyes focused on the ceiling and blinking slowly. and then you feel him, his presence and warmth between your legs.

"patrick," you warn, not even looking at him as you shake your head. patrick just protests in a whisper.

"'m just gonna help you out. clean you up a little, okay?" and then his head is between your legs and he's absolutely brutal with it. he adds to your stimulation instead of takes away from it.

when art has done it in the past, he was gentle. you knew what to expect from art, you knew he would swipe his fingers through the leaking cum and bring it to his lips. he would work his tongue in wide, long stripes, maximized space to minimize the time.

but when patrick does it, it's like he's giving you head. after a minute or so, when you get that wanton feeling low in your gut, you figure he is giving you head.

[shotmrmiller]

So I've been thinking about an au where the 141 are basically the only cops/law enforcement in a small town. And reader has just moved in, and for one reason or another, somehow manages to capture the attention of soap. He tries to flirt but she's not interested, and every time she turns him down, she'd suddenly slapped with a ticket. (It's not that he isn't handsome, bc he certainly is... it's just that he kinda gives off manic vibes...)

Completely illegal and immoral, reader goes to the station to complain to his captain about his obsessive behavior, but his captain is kinda like "boys will be boys, if you were a little nicer to him, this wouldn't have happened in the first place" type shit (bc price is also bullying flirting with a different harassed shy school teacher).

Soon after meeting with price and "tattling" on soap, you start to notice his lumbering, stoic coworker trailing you everywhere. He nearly gives you a heart attack when he catches up to you one night and demands you "play noice wiv jawny" bc he's been moping around their flat "like a roight twat" and he's sick and tired of his whining. (Ghost kinda wants you to kick up a fuss bc he's been itching to use policy brutality to wrangle you into his trunk, so he's a little disappointed when you just stare up at him wide-eyed with your purse between you like a makeshift shield.)

After weeks of this stalking and harassment, you happen upon another officer helping an old lady across the street. He's a new face you haven't seen (he's just been off training new recruits the next town over), so you rush to him and explain the situation. He looks so gentle and kind, so it's a complete whiplash when he says "ah yeah, the fellas told me about soap's new girl, nice to finally meet you!" As you stand there gobsmacked, he tuts softly and his gentle gaze turns a touch sharper. "You know, I bet cap would be willing to forget all those tickets, if you just went on a date with his sargent. Whaddya say, one little date couldn't hurt?" (Gaz is trying to usher you off bc he's so eager to get back home and watch the live feed from the cameras he installed in his victim's girlfriend's house from the next town over.)

that's so disgusting cuz i had been thinking of one mr. 141 cop who just keeps pulling you over and how many times must it take for you to realize it's not mere coincidence??? he's willing to listen to any suggestion you might have to take off those tickets and whenever you need the body cam off just let him know.

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