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[bigfatbimbo]

Hi, I just want to say your writing is amazing! Like I myself personally am a switch but your Dom fics fill me up with so much goodness it keeps me existing. (Also you've now converted me to a Vox simo as well how dare)

I do have a small request if you don't mind ofc. I'd love to see some sub!Lucifer and with one of the ideas with his shapeshifting boy cunt.

Perhaps he off handedly mentions he can change his sex if he wants and reader takes him up on the offer?

No pressure if you don't do this request! Please take care of yourself first and all the wonderful things

a/n — I love your profile pic! Also this shit is so hot to me but… unless you frequent this blog. I genuinely don’t know who this is for. Lowkey in my flop era.

warnings — boycunt, dom reader, sub Lucifer, oral sex, implied afab reader, use of a strap, aggressive fingering

summary — Lucifer alerts the reader that with his shapeshifting powers, he can also shapeshift his sex. This leads to the reader suggesting a fun night of toying with his pussy.

“I’m sorry, you can what?” You had asked in utter disbelief. 

“Change sex,” Lucifer said, far too nonchalantly, “Wait, you didn’t pick up on that? With the whole shapeshifting thing—”

He waves his hand around as if to jog your memory. 

“I mean, no, I did not pick up on that. It’s not exactly a common practice, Luci,” You laugh in genuine shock, and utter arousal at the idea.

“Well, what can I say?” Lucifer rubbed his chin as if he was thinking, before turning to you with a proud smile, “I’m a man of many talents.”

“You got that right,” You say, “So, we’re trying this out then tonight, right?”

He pauses, rubbing his neck, “I don’t know, it’s really been a minute since—“

“Come on, Luci, it’ll be fun,” you smile, “And very interesting. Oh, and hot, by the way.”

He pauses, considering the idea.

“You know, what the hell? Only if you really want to test it out, sweetie,” he chirps.

Oh, you really did. 

Later that night, after what felt like an agonizingly long day, it doesn’t take long for you to pull him aside from the hotel, into your shared bedroom. You kiss each other hungrily, not tearing into his clothes yet, but instead giving your attention to his lips and jawline.

He wraps his arms around your neck as you hoist him up and sit him down on the bed. Finally, then you start to unbutton his shirt.

He scoots back further on the bed, unclothed on the top half of his body and legs slightly open, inviting you.

You don’t hesitate to crawl towards him, fingers lightly grazing the area on his thighs closest to his crotch, before finally unbuttoning his pants.

You’re slow with your movements though, taking it one moment at a time, kissing him gently as you pull his pants down.

He catches your hand right before you tug down his boxer, “Oh, and darling. Don’t hold back.”

You smile slightly before feeling down the crotch of his underwear, making him suck in breath, “Wouldn’t dream of it, baby.”

The bottom of his boxers are damp, you rub your fingers against the patch, “Wet already? I haven’t even done anything.” He hissed slightly at your teasing.

“A-ah, hurry up then,” he adds quickly, “Please.” 

You pull the waistband down, and sit back to look at what you’re dealing with.

You can’t help but gasp when you see his wet pussy, open and waiting for you. 

“Something wrong?” Lucifer sits up slightly, brows furrowing.

“You’re beautiful,” you say softly, meeting his eyes only for him to turn away.

Before he could give you a response, your fingers tease the outside of his cunt, making him softly whine in anticipation.

You make a show of bringing your fingers up to your lips and licking them slowly. Finally, bringing one down and easing it into Lucifer’s already glistening pussy.

“Oh god,” he whimpers, squirming slightly. You shush him and move your hand gently, swirling it around and relaxing him into it.

It doesn’t take long for you to tease his entrance with a second finger, looking at him first for reassurance.

When you get a shaky nod, you plunge your second finger in, stretching him out and making him whine.

Another finger is added, and Lucifer squirms restlessly, letting out breathy whines and you work your fingers in him, moving faster and faster than before.

“Oh fuck,” He moans, squeezing his eyes shut, “More, dammit, I need more. Please.”

He wasn’t fully gone, but if you kept going at the pace you were going at he would be soon. Unfortunately, you were running out of fingers.

You kept going for another few more moments, movements becoming more and more aggressive because, Lucifer couldn’t help but beg for it to be ‘harder’ or ‘faster.’

“Deeper, oh my god. Deeper, please,” he pleads, voice getting louder, surely carrying over from a few hallways.

Instead of immediately obliging, you pull your hand out of his pussy completely. He whines and practically tears up at the emptiness. 

“Patience, Luci. I won’t just leave you high and dry, don’t worry.” Well, maybe high and dry wasn’t the best analogy. 

You quickly reach over to the bedside table and open a drawer, pulling out your strap and getting situated.

Lucifer watches and whines with every movement you make, becoming more desperate the more he waits.

Finally you lean down to his legs, and kiss up his thighs. You suck at the soft skin on the upper hidden parts, drawing out whimpers from him.

“Please,” he whispers.

“Please, what?”

“Please, fuck me,” he whimpers and throws his head back into the pillow, arching his back when you lick up his hickeys, and almost make it to his cunt, before pulling away.

“All in good time, sweetheart,” you abruptly throw his legs over your shoulders and plunge into his tight cunt.

He lets out a loud moan and arches his back, hands coming up to his hair. You lap up his pussy hungrily and it doesn’t take long for him to fully wrap his legs around your head, pushing you in deeper.

You suck his swollen, soaking clit, eliciting excited whines from the other side of the bed. Subconsciously, your nails dig into to skin of his already bruised thighs while you eagerly eat him out.

He was babbling anything he could think of, and loudly at that, “More, more, darling. Don’t stop!”

You wouldn’t dare. Or at least not right now, your tongue buried deeply in him, sucking at his puffy clit, soaking him up completely.

Lucifer writhes beneath you, moaning and thrashing around rapidly. Although you don’t notice, his wings sprout out, making terribly flapping motions and causing a large breeze of him in the room.

You’re aware of this, and yet, you don’t pull away, yet. You wanted to keep tasting him, lick him dry, milk him for all he’s worth. 

He moaned wildly, practically wailing from the way your tongue continuously slammed against his clit.

“Close. Fuck, honey, i’m so close,” He cries, tearing boiling over his eyes and spilling through his fluttering lashes.

Finally, you pull away from him. He looks up at you in disbelief. He was Absolutely horrified at your neglect towards his pussy, if only for seconds. 

You only smile and lick your lips, positioning yourself to finally use the strap Lucifer had long forgotten about.

“Oh my god, finally. Yes please—“ 

You cut him off by thrusting into him in one slick motion, the cum coating his pulsing pussy making it easy. 

He yelps and whines, leaning up to you and wrapping his arms around your neck once again. You position him on your lap momentarily, letting his legs wrap around your torso.

Then you lean him back on the mattress, legs still slinked around your middle. You lean into his neck while you thrust into him at a rough pace. 

“Oh my, nngh, deeper. God, deeper,” Lucifer babbled incoherently.

You respond in gently shushes and praise, “That’s right sweetie, taking it so well. Your pretty pussy’s taking me so well, baby.” 

He whines, growling loudly, wings once again flapping rapidly and tossing objects every way off of nightstands. His eyes are bright red, but not noticeable when paired with how close his eyelids are to fluttering shut. 

Tears stain his pretty cheeks and he cries out for more, and you deliver. You go thrust quickly and aggressively, just as requested.

“My pretty boy. My princess. My sweet baby,” you coo sweet nothings into his ear while you fuck him roughly, breath becoming ragged from the friction and the restless motions.

His claws dig into your back and carve down it, “Oh, ‘m so close, so close. Nngh—“ 

You slam yourself further into his pussy, almost animalistically, evoking demonic and wild noises from Lucifer. You were sure people from down the street of the hotel could hear him, and you were glad.

Finally, he let out one final, deafeningly loud moan and released all over your strap. He clung onto you for long moments, catching his breath.

At last, he pulled back, looking at you starry eyed and lying back down on the mattress.

“We should…” he sighs dreamily, “…do that more often.

“Oh, honey,” you pull out but then drag your hand from his stomach to his hips, nearing his crotch. “What makes you think we’re done?”

He hisses in a breath, “Oh, wait too— too much. I can’t—“ 

“What is it you said to me earlier?” You tease his clit softly with your pointer finger, “You remember don’t you?”

He hesitates, blush rising as he looks at you.

“Don’t hold back.” 

a/n — I really hope this doesn’t flop guys 😰 lately I haven’t been doing as swell as usual, I dunno. 🤷‍♀️

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[bits-and-babs]

𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐈𝐌 — 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 ‘𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓’ 𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘

↳ summary: prompt: “That’s so fucking hot.” — Paired with Ghost on a 'drill' mission, you get to witness his sniping prowess first hand.

↳ pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x f!Reader (Delta)

↳ [1k] content: 18+ MDNI. Utterly self-indulgent. Shy reader (because I fancied something different), firing guns, very vague power play, very light degradation (barely there but it’s there), fingering, cum eating (don’t know if this counts but I’ll put it anyway), Ghost is very skilled with a gun.

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Easterly winds trace the curve of your cheek and gently waft your hair across your forehead. The pitch blackness that hangs in the nighttime desert air swallows you whole, your defensive spot illuminated only by the waning crescent moon. It's fucking freezing, you're tired, and you'd been staring down a sniper's scope for over six hours.

You’d already decided that whoever thought a sniper drill was a good idea was going to face your wrath in the morning.

Settled into the sand grains beside you is Ghost's hulking frame. His patience is remarkable, settled on his front with his finger fixed on the hairpin trigger of the HDR. He's not moved once since getting into position, the vaguest sign he was even alive being the blink of his eyelids. He doesn’t even need to practise, and you’re convinced he’s been paired with you simply because he pities you being a shit shot. 

"Do you not have pins and needles?" You grumble, the crosshair in your field of vision blurring into a shapeless mush after gazing at it for so long, "I swear I've got a dead leg."

"No." Simon's answer is definitive. You're unsure if you believe him at first, but he squeezes the trigger without warning. The gun cracks, firing its round, and you almost jump out of your skin at the sudden break of silence. "What the fuck, Simo-"

Disbelief stalls your loud complaint, the image of a body-shaped target with a bullet hole dead centre of the cross in the inner circle's fixed point making your jaw drop. 

Simon settles back, shedding the shell casing from the HDR and effortlessly loading a second round. It's like breathing for him, the sniper rifle like a body part that worked as seamlessly as his arms or legs. 

It slips out, your inner dialogue somehow managing to worm its way out of your lips before you can swallow down the mortifying comment. 

"That's so fucking hot..."

Simon doesn't seem to respond at first, but your cheeks are already heating up in embarrassment as you try to backpedal. "I mean- I mean, I'm sure most girls at home would find that really hot! You must have so many girls asking you out when you go home- Half of Manchester, I bet!" 

You laugh awkwardly, holding your own sniper weapon in a death grip. You wish the sand would sink beneath you, dropping you into the depths below. 

"Not really," Simon's rumbling voice cuts through the desert silence. It makes your humiliation even worse, and you squeeze your eyes shut and plan to request a transfer with Captain Price the moment you return to base. Or even hand in your resignation letter. You'd never have to fear running into Simon on another team that way—

"Delta," Ghost's gruff voice cuts through your downward spiral. You open your eyes and glance over at him apprehensively. He's still staring down the scope of his rifle, mask concealing his expression from you. Undoubtedly he was enjoying making you feel stupid.

A heavy hand settles on the back of your thigh, and you suddenly exhale the oxygen in your lungs as though someone has popped the membrane with a pin. Ghost doesn't look up from the scope; his attention is focused on the target over seven-hundred meters away. 

"G-Ghost-" Your voice tremors, and you wish you could blame it on the chill in the desert air. Instead, it's Simon's palm slowly tracing up your thigh, palm squeezing gently at the globe of your ass. 

"Quiet," he orders, and you nod quickly, falling in line at the sound of his authoritative 'lieutenant voice'. He continues his advance, pushing his fingertips under the waistband of your khaki cargos at the small of your back. 

Simon hesitates. He offers you a chance to wave him off, but you can't think of anything worse— he's touching you, sparking your skin hot beneath his slow, deliberate touches. 

Breaching the waistband of your pants, he ensures that he inches his hand below your panties, too, fingertips tracing the naked curve of your ass as they continue their descent. You whimper softly, impatient, but the sound dies in your throat when you see Ghost's irises flick to you in a warning. 

Quiet, I said. 

Swallowing back any more noises of complaint, you spread your legs ever so slightly for him. A rumble of content sound from his chest, and Simon aims his sight down the scope of his rifle again. 

Simon's fingers sink into your fluttering cunt from behind. The stretch alone has you biting down on your knuckles in an attempt to smother the yelp that threatens to breach your mouth. 

What makes it worse is Simon's blatant nonchalance. He adjusts the positioning of his Sniper to mitigate the desert breeze with one hand. Meanwhile, his fingers sink deeper into you, easing in and out until you hear the slick sounds of your cunt swallowing his digits. 

It's pathetic. Ghost'll probably taunt you relentlessly for it, but you rock back onto his hand as his fingers tease your spasming walls. 

"O-Oh, fuck-" you choke out, breathless, as you lower your head and brace against the rising bliss in your abdomen. Again, Ghost's eyes flick over, cautioning you. 

"I'm tryin'a focus," he scolds you flatly, pushing his thumb into your clit harshly. You yelp at the sudden pressure, the arc of pleasure that whips up your spine. 

"W-What can you possibly be fo-ohh-" you moan out, losing your sentence as he slowly begins to circle your clit with his battle-calloused thumb. 

"On this," Simon hums, and again the crack of his sniper rifle jolts your body in shock. Fuck- but he keeps rubbing at your clit, sinking his fingers deeper into you as he searches for your g-spot. 

Your head whips up as your cunt flutters around his digits, looking down the scope. Again, Ghost has hit the target perfectly— slap bang in the middle of its forehead. 

Honestly, you could have cum from that alone, but Ghost's fingers are retreating just as your orgasm surges. You whine loudly, looking over your shoulder to see him remove his hands from your pants despite your protests and use his thumb to push the bottom of his ski mask over his mouth. 

Sinking his fingers into his mouth, he groans as he tastes you. It's the most sordid sound you've ever heard, the noise settling deep into your abdomen as you watch him lick his fingers clean. 

Simon knows what he's doing, knows he has you on the edge of a mind-shattering orgasm, but ignores your heavy breathing and desperate gaze to nod his head at the target. 

"Your turn. Best stop your hands from shaking, love. Get him between the eyes, and I might let you cum."

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[ragingbookdragon]

But Are You Really?

COD Boys x Reader Blurbs

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Price:

She frowned at the guards before her who were too busy chittering to notice her. “Excuse me,” she repeated herself for what seemed like the millionth time. “I’m here to see Jon. Can you please call him?”

One of the guards looked at her and rolled his eyes. “Look love, we were born at night, but it wasn’t last night. Fuck off.”

“I’m telling you, he works here! Jon!”

“There’s a fuck-ton of John’s here, lady, be specific!” the other griped and before she could respond, a voice echoed across the gate.

“Missus Price!”

The guards spun as she made eye contact with the Scotsman jogging over; relief flooded her. “Oh, John, thank goodness.”

Soap looked over the guards. “Is everything alright here?”

One of the men snorted. “Ah, you must be the John she’s looking for, Sergeant. Keeps telling us a John is waiting for her.”

The Scot cocked a brow. “Because the Captain is.”

The two went white. “Wait—you mean, she’s…?”

“Captain Price’s girlfriend? She is.” Soap took her arm in his like a gentleman. “C’mon, Missus Price, I’ll take you to the Skipper.”

Gaz:

“I’m telling you that Kyle is my boyfriend,” she sighed for what seemed like the millionth time.

“Bullshit,” one retorted. “You’re too sexy for a guy like him.”

“First of all, sexy coming from you isn’t a compliment. Secondly, what the fuck is that supposed to mean? ‘A guy like him?’” she glared at them. “Kyle’s a fucking hero and one badass motherfucker who works hand-in-hand with the Captain Jonathan Price while your asses are sitting here guarding a fucking gate.”

The other guard held his gun and took a step towards her. “What did you just say to us?”

She inhaled sharply, suddenly aware that she was very much so unarmed against two armed guards. “I—uh, I—”

“There you are, babe, I thought you got lost.”

They turned to see Gaz coming through the gate, a grin on his face; her sour expression flipped into a dazzling smile, and she greeted him with a kiss that had the guards looking away, and Gaz blushing when they pulled away.

“Nah, the modeling shoot just took a bit longer than I thought.” She took his hand as he walked her through. “Wanna see the promo-shots?”

“Always.”

Soap:

She cocked a hand on her hip and glared at the guards. “Look, I’m not even going to try and be nice. Call John MacTavish down here now.”

“We aren’t privy to taking orders from civilians,” the guard griped. “Get lost, lady.”

“JOHN MACTAVISH! BRING YOUR ASS DOWN HERE NOW!” she bellowed from outside the gates, cupping her hands to her mouth for added distance. “IF I HAVE TO COME IN THERE TO FIND YOU, I’M GOING TO—!”

The guards tried to shush her when a yell echoed from the courtyard, “OR YOU’LL WHAT!” they all spun around to see Soap stomping over. “BEING YOUR BOYFRIEND IS LIKE BEING IN HELL ITSELF!”

“OH, THAT’S RICH CONSIDERING THE FACT THAT YOU KEEP MY FUCKING APARTMENT SEVENTY-SIX WHEN YOU’RE THERE!”

The guards weren’t even going to try and pry the two apart as they yelled in each other’s faces about leaving the toilet seat up and forgetting to unload the dishwasher, but while she had that on him, he seemed to have the fact that she moved his shit around the apartment as revenge.

She tried to walk away, but Soap’s hand shot out and wrapped around her wrist, tugging her back over the base line and into the base. “You let go—”

“Aye, shut ‘ur trap,” he retorted. “Nattering like a fucking cicada in my goddamn ear. Might as well chatted it off.”

“Oh, you fucking bas—”

Ghost:

She could feel the weight of their stares on her, and their laughter chipped away at her mood. “I’m being serious,” she muttered. “Simo—Ghost, and I are dating.”

The guard cackled. “Yeah, and I’m the fucking Queen of England.” He waved her off. “That bastard doesn’t have a girlfriend. Look at him. He doesn’t even have any friends.”

Indignation shot through her, and she got up in the guard’s face. “Simon has friends. He has Price, and Gaz, and Soap. He doesn’t have many, but he does have friends. And he has me. I am Simon’s girlfriend.” Fear dripped in her veins as the guards seemed to stand offensively at her, and she added with her heart pounding in her chest, “And I’m as cowardly as they come, but if it came to it, I…I would lay down my life for him. The world needs Simon. I need Simon. He’s a hero and a better man than either of you.”

One raised their hand at her, either to strike her or intimidate her with a feint but his hand didn’t get farther than beside his head when someone grabbed it, spun him around and slammed him against the wall. “You gonna strike a civilian, soldier?” a cold voice rumbled behind his ear. “That’s an offense I’d see you punished for. Even more so for it being my lover.”

Her expression eased as she saw Ghost appear before her. “Simon,” she murmured, and his eyes darted to hers, softening a quick moment before turning frigid again.

“If you ever raise a hand to her again, I’ll cut it off and make you eat it one finger at a time. Am I clear?”

“Crystal!” the guard hurried and Ghost shoved him to the ground and secured a hand around her waist, bringing her over the gate.

“C’mon, love.” His voice was low and gravelly. “Sorry about that. Tried to come earlier but the meeting ran late.”

“You were there when I needed you,” she replied, leaning her head against his chest. “Like a knight in masked armor.”

He looked at her, eyes shining in a way that told her he was smiling at her.

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[hecateslore]

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supervisor!Simon

You get back to the office. Crossing your fingers no one saw you and Simon eating each other's face before you guys walked in. You huff and groan as you sit back down. Getting ready to stare at the screen for three and half more hours. 

Were you shitting where you eat? People always say don’t date your coworker or sleep with them or do anything with them because it’s a recipe for disaster. Which is kind of true, You and Johnny are a prime example. Maybe he was a little awkward, maybe you read too much into your guy’s dinner, it was just dinner. 

Maybe it wasn’t to you. Did you like Johnny? Do you like Johnny? It’s hard to tell. You always find yourself talking too much around him, not in a good way either. Half of the time you don’t even know if he’s listening. He told you he was hitting on you when you trained him. You guys would talk almost everyday, So what happened? 

It was Simon, of course it was Simon. He’s loud sometimes, very straightforward and loves to make people uncomfortable. It was definitely Simon. You can’t help your attraction. And you really can’t help it now when he’s always kissing you and being so touchy. 

You’re shitting where you eat. all over it. 

-

Simon sat in his office twiddling his thumbs, just dickin’ off. He thought about your guy’s conversation at lunch. ‘Johnny’s such a kiss ass’ was his initial thought, then he actually thought about it, does Johnny know about the gala? 

Do you still talk to Johnny that way? Simon sits up in his chair. The thought sat uneasy with him. You weren’t his girlfriend, he wasn’t your boyfriend. Of course he’s attracted to you and maybe he has thought about you a couple times before bed and So what? He was the one who kissed you, you kissed him back. Kisses sometimes mean a great deal– to simon. You said you weren’t going, but you can always change your mind. 

So he walks out of his office to your desk. There you were lost in thought. He taps your desk to get your attention, “Hello?” you ask, “You’re not busy this weekend?” he asks. You shake your head no, “We talked about this already.” you intone, Simon rolls his eyes, but then starts scanning the room for Johnny. “Why don’t we hang out?” he suggests, “I see what you’re doing.” you chuckle. “I’m not doing anything, I just want to see you this weekend, or this week– doesn’t matter.” he shrugs. “Simon,” you warn quietly. Simon didn’t like that, he knows you’re catching on. “You didn’t tell him no.” He mentions, “I didn’t say yes either.” you mention. “Just drop it.” you finish. 

Simon walks back into his office, he could see Johnny getting up to talk to you. He wished he could make out what you two were saying, probably making plans. Simon rolls his eyes and sits back on his desk. 

-

Tuesday, Simon sits at Victor's desk. Johnny was being very chatty. Especially with you. It was probably a part of his whole scheme to “get you back”. Simon could feel his eye twitch. He lets out a big sigh and goes back to watching victor continuously screw up. “You messed up the date,” he notes. He only rolls his eyes again, and stares at the back of your head. 

Johnny goes back to his seat and Simon gets up dragging the plastic chair behind him. Sitting right behind johny, “weekly monitoring”. 

“You’re watching me now?” Johnny chuckles, “just need a reason to get rid of you.” Simon responds. “I bet you do.” He ribs. “You’re funny.” Simon crosses his arms.”I get that a lot these days.” Simon watches Johnny fill out spreadsheets, exactly how you do, It makes him want to vomit. “People are telling you this?” he jabs, Johnny only chuckles at Simon. “a specific person, maybe.”  He looks at Simon. “And who’s that?” Simon cocks a brow. Johnny only sits up in his seat. “A good friend.” His blue eyes drift to where you're sitting. Simon sits back in the chair,A scowl on his face as he watches the monitor over Johnny’s shoulder. 

If Johnny wanted to be funny Simon could be hilarious. Simon could be comedian of the year. 

SImon leaves the chair at Johnny’s desk and walks over to you, he hovers over you and you look up at him and smile, “hi.” you say with a small grin. Simon places his hand in the middle of your back and starts to rub circles. Simon is a genius. He might lose his job, but he’s a genius. “You okay?” he asks with the softest tone he could muster up. Obviously seething with annoyance and agitation from Johnny. “Someone is gonna see.” you warn quietly. Simon looks over his shoulder at Johnny, his brown eyes dead set on set on him. 

“I’ll fire them.” Simon looks back at you, who’s already looking at him. Your eyes big with worry, Simon sighs at you and takes his hand off. He was still hovering, and super sure Johnny was staring. You're quiet for a minute, Simon thinks he pissed you off. 

“Meet me by the bathroom in like 5.” you say and move him out of the way with your chair, bumping into his legs. 

And that's exactly what he did. In 5 minutes he was standing by the water fountain checking his watch. You come out of the bathroom with a paper towel in your hands, drying it, “I had to use the bathroom.” you nod. Simon liked when you did that, overshared whenever you wanted. 

You go in for a hug wrapping your arms around his torso, taking in his clean smell and cologne. You let out a big breath and Simon chuckles at you. “You smelling me?” he asks. “I’m having a day.” You mumble, Taking another long sniff. He kisses the top of your head and then rests on top of yours, “I thought we were gonna do something risky.” he admits. You sigh, “This is good too.” he assures you. 

“This better be good.” you swat his back playfully. “Ouch.” he teases. “Let me see you.” he cups your cheeks, “What’s the matter?” He asks softly. You can feel your frown and the heat around your eyes from the tears that threaten to come up. “I’m just having a weird day.” you wipe your eyes before the tears fall. He hums and kisses your left cheek, “I hate those.” he kisses the other. 

You let go first, “I should get back to work.” You sniff. Simon watches you adjust your sweater and wipe your face. “Thanks for the hug.” you smile meekly. Going in for another one, a side hug this time, reaching up a bit to kiss Simon's cheek. He smiles at your action, “Just tell me whenever.” he shrugs.  You chuckle softly and walk back to your desk. 

Simon stands in the middle of the hall for a bit. All alone. 

-

Wednesday you didn’t come in, you said you needed a break and that your head was hurting all morning, which was half true. You needed a break, from Johnny’s constant pestering, “did you make your mind up yet?” “Are you free to go?”. It’s exactly like how he was when you two first started talking. Always around, always asking questions, being overly flirty and then stopping random, very hot and cold. Whatever Simon and you had going on didn’t help either. Especially tuesday by the bathrooms. He was so warm, so calm.  

You lounged around all day, laying on your couch, then back to your bed, to the shower and then back to bed. Grabbing snacks here and then. You wished you were laying with Simon again. His big body pressed against yours, his big hand resting carelessly on your thigh. You missed him, and it only was one day. 

You shift around in bed trying to get comfortable, you grab your phone to check the time. It was an hour after everyone got off. You think about calling Simon, just to hear his voice, listen to him complain about people he should fire. You go to your contacts, your thumb hovers over his name. You click on it and put your phone to your ear, squeezing your eyes tight just in case he doesn’t answer. The phone rings twice, “Hello,” he says. 

He sounds tired, annoyed, bothered. Or you were reading too much into it. “Hi.” you say, You can hear him shuffling around on his end, probably looking around for something. “How was today?” you ask. “It was okay,” he sighs, “How’re you?” 

“I’m alright, just hanging around.” You look around your room, and start to feel around your bed, wondering if Simon could fit on your mattress, he probably has an Alaskan king. “The office was quiet today,” You smile at his comment, “Quiet huh?” you grin. “You coming tomorrow?” he asks. “I guess.” you sigh, “What’s that for?” he says. “I want to sleep in again.” you chuckle. 

-

You wonder what Simon wore on wednesday, what he said first thing in the morning, which shoe he put on first. It was getting to be so much, “He’s only a man” you try to convince yourself. A man that takes up your mind 24/7. Sometimes you want to step out of your skin, shake it and step right back in. You swear you’re going mad the way you look for him in everything. You miss him when you’re not at work, you miss him at lunch or when he’s in his office during a meeting. You want to be near him as much as you can. 

You never say anything, you two just sneak away and kiss. You pretend it’s not getting to you, endless days of him holding you and smothering you with affection in private. You act as though it’s natural, and that you crave nothing more. And boy are you feeling it. 

-

When Friday comes Simon stood at the back of the office, watching Johnny sit on his phone. You sat at your desk waiting for time to pass until lunch. You wanted to go home, Simon and Johnny were being weird, constantly making Jabs at each other in passing. Saying snarky comments everytime you would try to talk to either of them, and it was giving you a headache.

Johnny stops by your desk and asks if you want to grab lunch and that was a quick and polite no. You wanted to say hell no, but that’s unprofessional. Simon asked what you were doing for lunch and you said nothing, which was true. You sat with your headphones trying to block everyone from your mind.  You had your head down and from afar it looked concerning. Linda tapped your shoulder and you almost snapped on her, but held it together, some people were sending concerned looks. 

But no one was more concerned than Simon, he was staring, trying not to bother you, but he could see something was wrong. He’s seen this picture before. 

-

Over the weekend you ignored Johnny’s text messages and Simon’s calls that stopped after saturday. You layed in bed and slept all day. You wanted to go back home and be with your mom and dad. You hear a knock at your door, and maybe it's one of your neighbors asking you to move your car. When you go to unlock it, you check the peep hole and see Simon, with a potted plant and a plastic convenience store bag.

 You sigh and open your door. “Hi.” his voice hoarse. “hi.” you say, He looks over you and frowns, “I wanted to check on you.” You nod, “Thanks.” you say inviting him in. “It’s spotless in here. '' he looks around. You snort, “that’s what happens.” you say grabbing the bag he handed to you. 

“You okay?” He looks at you again. “I’m alright.” you say avoiding conversation. You guys sit in silence for some time. Simon notices your puffy eyes, and how disheveled you look as if you’d been sleeping all day. “You want to go lay down?” he asks, You can feel the tears well in your eyes, “Sure.” you say, voice wobbling a bit. 

Simon takes his hood off, only in his compression shirt (slut!) and sweats, You get under your covers quickly and try to bury yourself in your pillows. “I was gonna go to the gym,” he lifts up the blanket and slides in, “But I was worried about you.” He finally gets comfortable and pulls you close. You lay in his side, his big arms around holding you. 

“You don’t have to worry.” You look up at him, “I know, but I do.” his thumb rubs the skin of your arms, “Sometimes it’s nice to have people to worry about.” He sighs. 

“I missed you.” you say quietly, “I missed you too.” 

He squeezes you, and your hand comes up to his abdomen and you rub it softly. You both lay on your bed, trying to match each other's breathing. 

“Simon, I want this to go somewhere,” you admit. 

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#Supervisor!Simon #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost mw2 #ghost cod #ghost fanfiction #simon riley x you #cod mw2 #ghost x reader

[whatdoyoumeanitsnotcanon]

The Sequel: You and Your Not-So-Ticklish-But-Probably-Ticklish Humans

Qin Shi Huang - You really thought you did something there, didn't you? Of course you did. And of course, it doesn't faze him. Of course. He is the most powerful Emperor after all. You pout. He smirks. Checkmate. But he will get you back, my dear...

Nikola Tesla - You tickle him and he proceeds to tickle you ten times over in the name of science. May or may not proceed to other... experiments... in the name of science of course.

Jack the Ripper - Okay, for real, are you okay? You and I both know that he—oh shit, he just smirked. Oh shit. Shitshitshitshit, run like hell— 

Sasaki Kojiro - Teehee. You tickle him and he's surprisingly receptive. It's a bit on the lazy side of receptive, however. For your efforts, you get a lecherous grin and the promise of a tickle fest and more. And true to his word, the lazy bastard delivers.

Lu Bu - Ummmm... didn't do anything but make him yawn but at least you got him to finally look at you? Like really look at you. For a long time. With a slow blink or two. Then he pulled you close. Oooh. I bet his chest feels niiiiiccceee...

Raiden Tameemon - Baby, just know some 'sumo wrestling' may or may not be had. Teehee.

Simo Häyhä - Well... that was cute. An attempt was made. It earned you an affectionate pat on the head.

Buddha - Makes an appearance again because fuck you, Zeus, that's why. Kisses and giggles galore. Again. Suck it, Zeus.

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #record of ragnarok x reader #ror lu bu #ror kojiro sasaki #ror raiden tameemon #ror simo hayha #ror jack the ripper #ror qin shi huang #ror nikola tesla

[11queensupreme11]

With the rounds nearing the end in the manga, how do you think the fighters left will be matched? Personally, I think is gonna be Anubis x Simo Hayha, Loki x Rasputin and Odin x Nostradamus. Not for any particular reason, just a feeling.

Which leaves poor Sakata Kintoki to cheer on the sidelines I guess…

okay so i already talked about my predictions in a very old ask..... but i can no longer find it 💀💀

i DO remember that i guessed the last round would be odin x nostradamus, but i said that solely because i think it'd be funny to have a round that's basically gilf vs twink 😭😭😭

BUT BUT BUT, now that we have the latest development of odin scheming to bring back arche or whatever, i now DOUBLY believe that nostradamus would be the one to fight him solely because i think nostradamus actually got a vision that something like that would happen. remember, he was sent to helheim as punishment for destroying the bifrost and when asked why, he said it was for shits and giggles

HOWEVER, i now believe he did that because it had something to do with odin's plans. he saw it and he wanted to prevent it, thus why he had to destroy helheim (maybe arche rises from helheim and in order to keep midgard and valhalla safe, he tried to destroy the bifrost to keep them disconnected???)

as for the leftover human fighter, i also remember saying that i believe there would be a tie in one of the rounds, which would lead to an ADDITIONAL round being made to act as a tie-breaker. this way, ALL the fighters would be utilized. the humans would get to bring out the leftover fighter whereas the gods would send out another fighter (i also think it'll be siegfried, poor brunhilde lol)

also, i'm like.... 90% certain that this current round (susanoo vs okita) would be the one that ends in a tie. right now, the ending seems way too predictable. the gods have had too many wins recently, so it's almost certain that the human fighter would win this time. but literally all of us are already aware of it, so i feel like the mangaka's gonna pull a SIKE and make it end in a tie

#👸🏻| asks #👸🏻| arsenic blues

[operationslipperypuppet]

top 5 unsleeping city (s1 or 2) moments :)

it's been so long since i watched either season so i'm gonna pull from both.

Sofie bringing Dale back to life. The whole fight at Grammercy is so cool, and I fucking hate Tony Simos. this fight was actually one of the first d20 episodes i watched live. i was not caught up. it's just such a beautiful moment and Emily is trying so hard to figure out what Brennan is trying to tell her but it ends up so soft and perfect. incredible. "I heard you at the airport" (line that seems like it shouldn't make you cry but does).

Kug choosing to eat the bagel. Just the perfect ending to his arc. And so tragically terrible. He tried to apologize but didn't quite get the chance. So he became the universe. And saved his friends. Guy of all time.

Liz and Kingston in the hospital. He makes it clear he doesn't want to be anywhere else. There's so much left to say. Nothing is fixed. But for that moment, it's okay. And it's clear that, eventually, everything it will be okay. They can sit and enjoy themselves for a bit though. First.

Kingston telling Liz about the dragon egg. Lou brings an intense, slightly insane, energy to the scene. Liz just sits in it, allows everything to wash over her. Her only qualms are logistical, and Kingston is so ready for her to just say no. It genuinely builds on my number 3, clearly they were able to work things out in the in between to get to that point. And their dream they left behind can finally come true.

"My love. For you are my love. My one true love." Rowan Berry. Holy shit. The whole ordeal with the American Dream was A Lot and was also so beautiful. I think about this all the time.

ask me my top 5 anything

#the fact that i couldn't get ricky or pete on this list feels so wrong and for that i am sorry #asks #anon #top 5 #the unsleeping city

[tamorisana]

Just a little bit more, please.

Tags :Fluffy, sleeping together, little suggestive??

Pairing :Ghostsoap

Notes :It's just a light one before the nuclear second part of 'After'.

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Waking up isn't exactly nice.

Soap absolutely fucking hates mornings. And waking up.

He hates leaving his little secure world of dreams for routine. Boring, monotonous, dull routine. New task, new mission, new possible injuries. Like the one on his right shoulder.

But today is different. Fundamentally different.

You see, waking up half-naked, being spooned by his lieutenant isn't exactly a usual thing. But not unappreciative. Hearing Simon's breathing again his hair, arms and warmth around him is... something.

Besides it all was wonderful.

Until it wasn't.

A knock on the door was so loud it felt inappropriate.

"Soap? Everything alright? Can I come in?" Is heard from the other side of the door. Darn you, Price. Oh God, how much he hates it, Johnny just wants to sleep, to forget about the wound on his shoulder, to cuddle with Simo— And then it hits. He is half naked, snuggling with his lieutenant and Captain is about to walk on them.

Holy shit.

They are fucked.

He doesn't think he ever got up, dressed, and at least somehow presentable that fast. Five seconds and he opens the door before Captain, right on fucking time because the man behind it is already reaching for it.

"G'morning, you need something?" Oh god, he hates this. He wants to go back to bed and his shoulder is acting up again.

"No, just needed to check on you. You didn't show up for breakfast, thought your cut opened and bled out. Figured out you might use one." Price leans on one shoulder using the door frame as support. God, he probably looks like a mess. A sleepy one too.

"So caring, Cap, I'm touched. Everything is alright, just slept in" Soap rubs the back of his head, going through his now long, uncombed hair. Simon said it's nice, so he keeps it this way. He needs a good shower once the stitches are healed.

"Alright, alright. You are desperate for sleep and rest so go do that, medic wants to see you and stitches in the evening by the way" He pushes himself up and moves away, Price turns away starting to move suddenly stopping "Did you see Ghost?"

Huh?

Oh, he did.

Different poses, angles and even his face on his own coc—

Shush. Answer.

"Aye, he went back to his room yesterday, didn't he?"

He didn't.

"Probably, didn't see him anywhere today. Okay, sleep. Now."

Oh no. His dad mode is on.

"Yes, sir. Good night..? Good morning??"

Soap stepped a couple steps back, chuckling as he did so. Already closing the door, going straight to bed, sliding under warm covers next to the still-laying body giving all of that warmth. Fucking furnace.

"Where were you" grumpily heard from Ghost– no. Simon as he turned to face Johnny, snuggling closer, showing and letting him see the men behind the skull mask. Trusting him so much and probably praying for him not to destroy what's left of Simon.

"Price got scared I reopened the wound and died from blood loss since I didn't show up for breakfast " answer was quick to roll of Johnny's lips as he started gently rubbing circles on the bigger man's back, trying to get him to relax and get more sleep as it's a rare occasion for Simon to actually sleep. "He is looking for you, by the way"

"Old man can wait. Sleep." there was not even a pause between the two sentences but Scotsman doesn't focus on that, breathing on his neck and big hot hands on his waist and hips are way more... interesting.

He definitely will try his best to put pieces of what's left of Simon together and fill in the missing parts.

[——————————————————————————————————————————]

Look at me working. Working hard to please yall the best I can.

For the love of god its 3:20 as i write this. I need sleep not hyperfixation.

#mw2 2022 #cod #cod mwii #ghostsoap #simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #soapghost #soap mw2 #johnny soap mactavish #soap call of duty

[space-coyote-remix]

Dumbass Record of Ragnarok modern A/U Whoopee: (feel free to ignore, this is just me brain dumping here)

All the fighters are stuck living together due to insane cost of living (probably in Southern California near the Bay Area but I haven't thought that part out in too much detail tbh.)

Two possible directions this can take depending on just how bad the cost of living is in whoop-de-doo fuck-ass universe #293423823423 and something: Either they all live together in one house or they're all split up into 3 different houses. The fighters from Rounds 1-4 live in one house, the fighters from Rounds 5-8 all live in another house, and the fighters from Rounds 9-13 all live in yet another house.

Absolutely none of them have a proper sense of how time works like at all.

Any house where Tesla spends any amount of time at all will randomly get a wall blown out at some random ass time when he's busy tinkering with some mechanical shit and accidentally forgets he's handling potentially explosive devices/materials.

Adam, Kojiro, Heracles, and Simo are probably the only people in the whole bunch who are actually tolerable to live with who actually spend any amount of time there.

Odin just fucking hangs himself from a tree (like he does in Norse Mythology,) and nobody ever sees him again. He's still perfectly alive, he just can't handle the bullshit of living with everyone else anymore.

Thor does almost nothing but garden, he plants tons of vegetables at a local community garden where he meets a nice woman who he befriends.

Leonidas will bitch about any inaccuracies on any History Channel show involving military history to anyone who will listen (and also those who don't care.) And don't get him started on Ancient Aliens.

Raiden will interrupt Leonidas when he's bitching about Ancient Aliens to theorize out loud about how big and fat and jiggly alien titties and ass-cheeks gotta be and goes on an unhinged hour long rant about how great it would be to get to fuck alien bitches with fat titties and fat asses.

Zeus got arrested in like 5 minutes after sexually harassing a door to door salesperson, but not before he purposely clogged all the toilets by pouring unleaded gasoline into them. Nobody's seen him since and nobody complains about it. At all.

Qin, Loki, Okita, Nostradamus, and Anubis are chronic TikTok users and use insufferable zoomer slang like constantly.

As a result, Tesla, Susanoo, Heracles, Thor, and Leonidas can barely communicate with them.

Leonidas still talks like he spent 5 day straight on Xbox Live Chat when he gets pissed off though.

Susanoo sometimes sprays Anubis with a hose like an actual dog. Nobody stops him because they either don't give a fuck or they're too scared of him to say anything.

Anubis climbs on the furniture, licks the walls, and occasionally eats dog treats like Shaggy from Scooby Doo.

Buddha takes Zero to shit like Electric Forest and Burning Man despite Zero likely not being mature enough to do that kind of shit.

Raiden steals Hajun's laptop at one point, finds out that he got "fat bitches fighting over food" on pornhub bookmarked on his computer and laughs at Hajun for it, Hajun responds by throwing a fire hydrant he stole from a random street at him.

Raiden unironically enjoys pro-wrestling.

Lu Bu, Chen Gong, the other random members of the Chinese army, Shiva, and Qin absolutely crush it in DDR.

Rasputin does nothing but post horrible edgy/racist shit on 4chan. Nobody ever sees him. Ever. He most definitely has piss bottles in his room. Heracles and Zero are terrified to even walk near there and honestly nobody blames them.

Jack bakes pies at suspicious times. Anyone who asks him what's in the pies never gets a straight answer. He always smells vaguely like cologne.

Susanoo works some horrible soul-sucking C-suite corporate job 100 hours a week and has a terrible cocaine habit so he can spend less time sleeping and work as much as possible so he can try to find someplace else to live asap. He always has bags under his eyes which he has to resort to hiding with concealer so people don't think he's some kind of deranged serial killer or something.

Susanoo may be able to hide his cocaine addiction surprisingly well, but he fails (entirely on accident,) to hide the fact that he has one of those mildly uninteresting/questionable secret NSFW daddy dom type tumblr accounts that you suspect are run by some middle aged cishet dude who has absolutely no idea what the rest of Tumblr's userbase actually uses the site for from Anubis and Okita.

Anubis and Okita roast him for it, Susanoo responds by pulling up Anubis's Sonic the Hedgehog/furry porn DeviantArt account and basically asking him "This you?" (though he talks too formally to actually say that exact phrase) and proceeds to doxx Anubis on the spot.

Anubis hisses at him and leaps out the nearest window.

Despite his best efforts to avoid reckless spending, Susanoo bought a hunting rifle and occasionally tries to shoot Anubis when he's getting on his nerves. Anubis always manages to dodge it though.

Poseidon, Hajun, and Beelzebub eat everyone's food whenever they feel like it.

Zero is usually the main target. Buddha always buys extra snacks for him though. He also takes fruit off of trees and brings it home with him for the same reason.

#judal speaks #the coyote talks #not tagging this further so random normal people in this fandom don't have to see this shit lol #sometimes I dump my autism out in a notebook sometimes I dump it out here lmfao

[strykingback]

Location: Balders Island, Off Of the Atlesian Archipelago Time: 7:00 PM Atlesian time Zone. OST: Enemy Base (Warning For Autoplay!)

_____________________________

A timid man was currently approaching the doors of the CEO's office as he gulped a bit holding some files and papers in place from everyone. Feeling his own heart racing as the doors opened.

"Come in." A young but deep and burly voice said with the man walking in timidly as the doors closed behind him. As he tried to keep his composure as he was not expecting himself to be the one delivering the news the CEO of the Solitas Liberation LLC. Yet, he took a deep breath in and exhaled carefully.

"S-Sir. As you may know I have brought the reports you have asked for from the counterhacking team who sadly failed to contain the hacker that managed to steal some important data, plus some of the bills from the ships we have smuggled from the Atlesian Military and modified to our own benefit." He said holding up two of the papers.

"And?" the CEO continued.

"O-O-Oh yes! There is also the fact that after much toiling from the S-S-Science Department that we have finally found a 99.8% chance of bringing back the dead with no other defects shown with Project Immortalis after a two week levy. As for creating immortal soldiers.... its still a fifty percent chance, S-Sir." The Timid man said while a huff was seen with a strong hand putting his cigar on his ashtray for a minute.

"Ahh..... I remember it like it was yesterday... back fifteen years ago. I was merely but an old man at that point. Seeking out his own reasons to start a war.... and yet I wanted to dance upon a pyre of those Brumelian whelps..... witholding all that dust to themselves and much more....." the CEO said leaning back against his chair the back still being faced towards the Timid employee.

"S-Sir?"

"Ahaha.... Then when I simply requested Dr. Democritus a new way of energy little did he know I had him create a weapon.... a weapon that would revolutionize war. Shame the weak crybaby had to off himself... I could have used him for this..... and Jacques Schnee my young protege... he is still as weak as ever from what I heard. Yet, when I came up with Project Immortalis it was originally born out of my own greed..... to create immortal soldiers to slow down the Brumelian march on Atlas.... fuck those Mantlean weaklings." He said picking up his cigar.

"Now when I "died"... heh. Lets just say I still had plenty of supporters who were willing to pick up the slack.. you included. Soon we gained more benefactors and sponsors as we grew. While I was in "incubation." Heh. Its funny ain't it, but then though that damn traitor who used a blizzard against us and used it well against us.... did you find out his name?" The CEO continued.

"U-Uh! Yes sir... his name is Zek Sunna Simo...." The Employee said with the CEO chuckling. "And who is up next for testing of Project Immortalis....." he asked.

"A Mrs. Atya Sunna......Zeks mother... sir."

"Heheheh. She's his mother? Well if she dies we can send her body to him as a way of saying how hard he fucked up.....because now. We're just going to make sure she suffers...." The CEO said.

"Y-Yes Sir.... but aside from this dont you think it is possible that it is p-p-possible that the Atelier Paladins will a-a-attack..?" the Timid employee asked.

"Please no need to call me Sir." The CEO said turning around to be a strong looking man with a smirk on his face as he took a huff of his cigarette.

"Just Nero will do, son."

CLONE OF THE DISGRACED GRAND COUNCIL MAN OF ATLAS, CEO OF THE SOLITAS LIBERATION LLC, NERO BASILLICUS.

"And if those pieces of shit want me... they'll have to get through a lot to get to me...."

EVENT DATE WILL BE REVEALED SHORTLY!

#[The Disgraced Councilman- Nero] #[Mission Details Being Revealed- Event Teasers] #//Oh right He's going to be a TEMPORARY MUSE/ EVENT ONLY MUSE #//So I may post a bio here and not on the muse pages

[broomswept-thoughts]

I feel so stressed with telling rafa that I want to leave the lab. I’m so scared that he’s going to go ballistic on me because I had previously said I would leave in May. I’m also terrified of Simo and having to meet her to go over the “project” (ugh). I’m so sick of going into lab and I hate it so much. Even if my parents don’t want me to quit until next month, I’m going to quit by the end of this month and just live like a mouse until I can move back away. I can’t I can’t I can’t stay. I would rather just not eat, not go out, not do anything that costs any money at all if it meant that I wouldn’t have to go to lab. I hate being scared and anxious and nauseous about work, at this point I’ve been burned so bad that I’m just ready to pass out if it means I don’t have to go into work. I know it’s weak of me, probably to my parents’ eyes, that I can’t stay for just a whole month longer, but I just do not want to deal with the whole drama that is and will be my presentation unless I at all have to.

I’m so scared of people yelling and screaming at me and going off about how I’m such a disappointment, mistake, taking advantage of the lab, etc. I’m so tired of people saying whatever they want at me and hurting me just to hurt me. I don’t want to deal with it anymore, I’m so tired of people hurting me and getting away with it all the damn time because I’m in a lower position of power and can’t afford to go against them. I hate it so much and I can’t deal with it. I can barely deal with it for two weeks, much less a month. I can’t. Like I promise I’ll take such good care of my health and everything, just I don’t want to go back. It drains me to be in lab, and especially when Simo is storming around in my aisle. I forgot the absolute stress and hell that is being in close proximity to this angry lady, like I just can’t deal with it. It makes me want to crumple up and die. It makes me high key anxious and on high alert at every hour of every day. I don’t want to deal with her so bad. I just can’t. Sigh.

I just need to tear off the bandage on this talk though. Or I’ll literally never leave. It’s either I address this feeling of being sick inside so I can finally be free, or endure and die inside emotionally every day, every week, for another four months. four month, like holy SHIT I think I would just not be able to deal with that.

#reflection

[a-pirate]

#cyberpunk 2077 #teddy simos #i kind of have this headcanon that teddy has a tent but rarely actually uses for more than like...storage #he'll fall asleep literally anywhere else #a couch #a random chair #a table #even under a car #which is dangerous as all fuck but that'll neve stop him from letting it happen #cassidy's probably dragged him out from under one more than once #so there's probably a cot set up in his tent but it's piled with shit or just anyone else will pass out on it from time to time #which makes him wanting an rv kinda funny against that #like would he use it? #vendrik would make him use it lololol #but old habits die hard and all that #it started from being unable to actually sleep for a period of time and it just......became a thing #and he's a *heavy* sleeper #ridiculously sluggish in the morning #if an emergency isn't immediately happening good luck getting him up and at 'em #of course after the raid on saka he probably doesnt sleep well all over again

[absent-o-minded]

What's this....A-Another underrated scene analysis? After dissapearing off the map? But it's been plaguing my mind? Absolutely. So I wanted to speak about this lil' bit in 1x03 with Simon (my beloved):

This episode in particular is a gem for interesting small scenes and this one where Simon confronts August, or rather the time after that is no exception.

Bjärstad at night looks beautiful. The way in which they've given us small glimpses of the Town (City? Town? Citytowncitytown?-) through Simon's home street and Rosh's football game scene with things like the petrol station and shop, the conveniance store littered with young kids, the silver-hued streetlamps really emulate the urban environment that Simon lives in. This is in contrast to Wilhelm, who isn't used to the cosy denseness of working class/middle class cities. That's bEsidE the point, that's a whole other tangent, but look at this:

After Rosh (my beLoVed) manages to get Simon off of August, they take him home. Already, a shift is established because we get a repeat of the scene an episode before where Wille and Simon were on the mopeds after the game, but here it's different. It seems more regretful, and even lonely. The streetlamps are on, and they're riding past all of the housing complex's, but otherwise it's fairly dark. And they're riding in silence. No one is speaking or laughing or WOOING like they were before.

We can tell that something's not right with this close-up of Simon especially, where the background is more of a backdrop - out of focus and blurred so that we are more inclined to focus on his expression. Which is, well...look at it. You would think that after getting some sort of "revenge" on August, by literally whipping out an UNO Reverse card and making him feel small and intimidated, Simon would be gratified right? He got August to confess something vulnerable, something self-damaging, and most of all gave a command to him, like August has been doing this entire fucking time. So why isn't he happy? Or unbothered, at least?

Because that's not who Simon is. And he knows that.

Here he looks all soppy and crestfallen and sad, because he is. I think that Simon regrets what he did, and knows that even though he was so angry, it was wrong. Even me, who was ready to full on become a Boxing Ring narrator with my mic and everything felt weird after that scene, because it felt so...out of character? Which was deliberate. And because I love pain, it made me think;

Do you think that in this moment, riding home in silence in Bjärstad, that Simon thought of his father? Do you think that he reflected on what he'd just done and felt too close, too similar to Micke for comfort?

Ayub and Rosh (My BeLoVED. They are all my beloveds.) have that close of a friendship that they can call eachother out if they're acting out of line. And that's exactly what Rosh does. Am I crying and on my knees for nothing but happiness and joy and love in Season 2? Yes. Am I also a fool for thinking I would get that? Yes. Is what Rosh says necessary? Absolutely.

It's not malicious or hurtful, what Rosh is saying comes from a place of nothing but love and care for Simon, and that's what makes it even more painful, like genuinely, we're only on Episode 3 and the will to put a stake through my chest is so great. But what she says/they say is so important. She recognises that whatever that was, whatever Simon just did was not the Simon that she knew, and she is willing to give their perspective on things. "You're no better than him." Simon didn't get back at August, he just stooped to the domineering, degrading standards of him. The environment of boarding school revolves around conformity and is prone to change people, but Rosh knows that Simon will prevail, because he's not like that. He's not a part of that whole perverse rich-kid cult shit. He's caring. He's kind.

Simon is left alone in the street after Ayub and Rosh drive away, and the reason why this feels so unnatural is because Simon is inherently family-orientated, and always seems to be surrounded by his friends or family when not at school. We've only ever seen this kind of shot composition with Wille (MY BELOV-I'll stop) - where he is alone and pitted against his surroundings central to the camera frame. That's why we, as an audience, know that Simon has fucked up (as every single character in the show does). As gratifying as it might have been for us to see August get his face shoved into the mud, it really wasn't Simon. We know that. And that's settled on Simon too, before Ayub leaves Simon goes to apologise, but Ayub doesn't want to hear it. Even after he goes into his home, it's quiet.

I watched Lisa's Permanant Press interview earlier on today (If you haven't watched it, please do. It's a brilliant insight into how YR was crafted and come on now, who wouldn't want to watch the Queen of the Clowns herself talk about writing for an hour?? Mad ting.) But, she mentioned an old, very well-know Swedish book (I didn't catch the name) that is similar to YR in respects of focussing on a Boarding School, except it deals with the more violent, brutal asepcts, and it made me wonder if this abrupt outburst of rage that results in contemplation is a comment on that? In the sense of, within YR, people use their words to gain or to take or manipulate or girlboss, you know? It's mostly about language. I mean, look at August and the Queen. Really, it's only Micke who uses any form of physicality against someone else, but even that is very minute. So, I view this particular section of 1x03 as the possible "what could've been". Worst come to worst, armaggedon, sobbing, throwing up, all of that.

What if Simon had followed Sara's pursuit and let Hillerska mould him? How would their newly adopted personas differ, if at all, because of their gender (give me the gender.) or their sexuality? What if, for example, Lisa and the writers had gone down the violent route, where the only way to make a place for yourself was to connect your fist with a jaw? Or if they HAD gone down the Elite-esque style?

I'm really sorry that this is SO LONG, that's my bad, but it's late and the last crumbs of serotonin and adrenaline were wearing off <3

#young royals #young royals netflix #edvin ryding #omar rudberg #lisa ambjörn #frida argento #nikita uggla #malte gårdinger #It's the way that I will find any excuse to talk about this show #the amount of brain rot i have just from rewatching clips #or just in general #if you scanned my brain you could see that 3/4 has caved in on itself and was decaying #fuckin turning blue and yellow and haunted by the Duolingo Owl #but genuinely #Lisa and Rojda and the cinematography and the location scout? #THEY WENT SO HARD #IT SLAPS #AND SEASON 2? #IMAGINE THE BEAUTY S2 WILL BE #young royals season 2 #tv analysis #young royals analysis

[storiesforallfandoms]

stop simping in the smp ~ swaggersouls

word count: 1340

request?: yes!

“Hey I’m not 100% sure who you write for but could I request something for Swaggersouls? Like you’re on the Epic SMP and he’s just super nice but like only to you and you go around telling everyone that he’s sweet and they’re like ‘I’m getting taxed to hell and he’s giving you stuff for free?’ And he gets called out for it? Maybe? Please?”

description: in which he gives his girlfriend preferential treatment within the smp

pairing: swaggersouls x female!reader

warnings: swearing, i don’t know a lot about minecraft or smps but i’m gonna try my best!

masterlist (one, two)

“MINX!” came the voice of your boyfriend in the next room, followed by Minx’s shocked shriek. You giggled to yourself as you continued to put together the apartment you had been given in the Epic SMP.

You weren’t one for Minecraft, you never had been, but Swagger and all of his friends as well as your fans had been begging you to join the SMP ever since you had announced that you and Swagger were together. Finally, you caved and made a character.

You soon came to learn that Swagger and Schlatt were basically the leaders of the SMP - the self appointed leaders at that. They liked to play two very greedy leaders, which included a “diamond tax” that they collected every morning in the SMP, which was what Swagger was doing in the next room to Minx.

You prepared for your own virtual door to be kicked open, however it ended up not being as violent as you expected. Instead, he politely opened the door and raced right up to you, getting his character right up in your face.

“Hi honey,” he said in an exaggerated cheerful voice. “How are you settling into the SMP?”

“Settling pretty well I think,” you responded with a chuckle. “Are you here to collect my diamond tax? Because I haven’t even mined yet.”

“Oh no, I’m not going to tax you. You’re only new to the SMP! Show me around your apartment here.”

You looked at him, suspiciously. This seemed like an act. You had a feeling once you showed him around he would find something to take for the tax. Against your better judgement, you did show him around the small place that would become your Minecraft home.

“Looks great, babe!” he said. “I’m gonna go continue my duties. Have a good day!”

He left, closing the door behind him as he went. You giggled to yourself as you went back to putting your apartment together.

After a while, you went next door and - unlike your boyfriend - politely knocked on Minx’s door. She opened it for you and allowed you to walk in.

“Hello new neighbor,” you said. “I am new to the SMP and was wondering if you could show me to the mines so I can mine and then craft.”

Minx laughed. “Yeah, I can show you. I was gonna go mining today anyways. Swagger took my last two diamonds. Do you have any tools?”

“I do not.”

“Here, you can have my old ones until you have what you need to make your own.”

She threw you an axe, a pickaxe, and a sword. You added them to your inventory and went off on your adventure to find the mines.

“So what did Swagger take from you since you didn’t have diamonds for the tax yet?” Minx asked.

“Nothing,” you responded.

“What?!” Minx stopped suddenly. “He didn’t take anything? Not even some blocks of dirt?”

You shook your head, then realized Minx couldn’t actually see you, so you figured out how to shake your character’s head instead. “I figure he’s waiting until I get diamonds before he starts taxing me.”

“That’s very unlike Swagger. He’ll tax you no matter what you have.”

The two of you continued to the mines. When you got there, you found Selma and Ethan already mining. Even though you already knew them in real life, Minx introduced you to them again as the “new resident of the SMP”.

“Get this guys,” Minx said as you started in on your mining. “Swagger didn’t tax (Y/N)!”

“Wait, not at all?” Selma asked. You shook your character’s head again. “What the fuck?! He took all the coal I had when I didn’t have diamonds! He and Schlatt still tax me and I don’t even live in the tower anymore!”

“Swagger is totally simping,” Ethan said. “He’s not taxing (Y/N) because she’s his girlfriend.”

You laughed as Minx and Selma agreed. You assured them that wasn’t true and that you were sure Swagger would start taxing you once you actually had stuff worth taxing.

To your surprise, Swagger continued to be nice to you and didn’t tax you on anything, even when you started mining diamonds. He would even make a point of taxing Minx in front of you when you would be in her apartment, but not ask you for anything.

One day, as you started up your stream and joined the SMP, you could hear Swagger in his own streaming room. He was arguing over the taxing with someone, which caused you to giggle.

“What am I about to spawn into, chat?” you asked as the loading screen popped up. Messages came in so quickly you could barley read them, but there were mainly a lot of warnings for when you entered the SMP.

You spawned into your apartment. Near seconds later, the door opened and Schlatt walked in.

“(Y/N),” he said, “please follow me to the town square.”

You held back your laughter at his seriousness as you followed him. There was a small crowd in the town square already. You recognized Swagger, Minx, Selma, Ethan, Fitz, and Ross. There was a podium in front of everyone, which Schlatt stood as once the two of you had arrived.

“Thank you all for coming,” he started. “We are gathered here today because it has been brought to my attention that my business partner, SwaggerSouls, has been committing the cardinal sin: he has been simoing in the SMP.”

The group gasped dramatically and turned to look at Swagger.

“I am not simping!” Swagger argued.

“Then why aren’t you taxing (Y/N)?” Fitz asked. “I’m being taxed to hell and he’s just letting his girlfriend live in the tower rent free!”

“She’s new!”

“She’s been playing with us for nearly two weeks!”

“Everyone calm down!” Schlatt called. “This is an easy fix. I hereby make it SMP law that no one, especially myself or Swagger, can pick favorites within the EpicSMP. Swagger, you are going to go to (Y/N)’s apartment and get the diamonds she owes us.”

Everyone started to talk at once, applauding the decision. Swagger turned to you, exchanging a look for a moment before you both started back to your apartment.

“Well, that was a great five minutes,” you joked. “I don’t think I needed to be there for that, but I’m glad I got to witness like a trial or something.”

You walked into your apartment and realized that Swagger’s character had stopped following you some time back. You looked out the windows in the tower’s hallway, trying to find out where he could’ve gone, when the door to your streaming room opened suddenly. Swagger walked in, sans his familiar chainmail and knight helmet as you usually streamed with face cam off while he was home.

“I really tried, babe,” he said as he walked closer to you. “I was trying to make it so you could live in the SMP tax free, but I guess no one else was having it.”

“Of course they weren’t,” you laughed as he leaned down to your level to wrap his arms around you. “You and Schlatt taxed the hell out of everyone, they’re not gonna be happy that you’re not taxing me. It’s partially my fault since I told Minx first that you hadn’t taxed me, but you could’ve tried to make it less obvious, too.”

“Nope, you’ve admitted to partial blame, I no longer feel bad.”

He kissed your cheek and whispered a quick, “Love you” in your ear before going back to his own room, slamming the door shut loud enough for your chat to know he was gone. Everyone started messaging about how cute it was that Swagger wanted you to join the SMP without taxing, and in general about how cute the two of you were as a couple.

“I have a feeling he’s going to be making those surprise appearances a lot when he starts having to tax me and shit,” you said to the chat.

#swaggersouls #swaggersouls imagine #swaggersouls x reader #epic smp #misfits #imagine #one shot #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

[thevalleyisjolly]

Wishlist for the next TUC episode:

Esther gets free of whatever restraints she’s in and Ricky tosses her the bat in a very “Go get him, babe, I’ll hold your flower” moment

Esther and Ricky battle couple

I’m just saying, “Ceremony” is a cleric/paladin spell so either Kingston or Cody (I know it would be hilarious if it were Cody but come on, it’s gotta be Kingston) casts it and Ricky and Esther just get married in the middle of the battle, Pirates of the Caribbean style

Ricky: “Esther!  Will you marry me?” *Esther bats a monk out of the air* Esther: “Honey, I don’t think now’s the best time!” *the Umbral Engine shudders ominously* Ricky: “Now may be the only time!  I love you.  I’ve made my choice.  What’s yours?” Esther: “...KINGSTON!  MARRY US!” *Kingston Brown, pretty much born too old for this shit, dealing out those heals and making sure no one dies* Kingston: “I’M A LITTLE BUSY AT THE MOMENT!”

Hilarious baby planning talk in the middle of a very serious battle.  Look, Null wants to destroy the future, the most important thing they can do right now is to start planning what colour the baby room is gonna be

Esther and Sofia fucking up Tony Simos

Esther and Sofia planning baby play dates while fucking up Tony Simos

Esther and Sofia sharing the killing blow on Tony Simos

JJ gets a good hit in (it’s what he deserves)

The rest of the Order of the Concrete Fist shows up and beats up Tony’s interloping ass, their monastery does not exist for some toxic white guy to cherrypick and manipulate for his own ends

Alejandro just gets to have fun.  Give the man a mace or something!  He spent so long being a wizard, he deserves to get into that melee fight and enjoy himself

“Esther!  You never told me hitting people with a stick was like this!  Kingston, you need to call me more often, I am happy to help any time, my friend!”

Dale shows up, having broken out of heaven all on his own, because all the forces of heaven aren’t going to stand between him and Sofia and the baby

Again, and I cannot reiterate this enough, Esther and Ricky battle couple

#dimension 20 #the unsleeping city #d20 spoilers #tuc ii spoilers #manifesting rickyesther battle couple for the next episode #i am actually not very stressed about the upcoming combat #i genuinely do not believe that brennan will kill esther or harm her completely human fetus with no special celestial protections #esther will be fine; tony may be an asshole and null may be terrifying but esther will be ok

[majimemegoro]

When Saejima drifted to consciousness and opened his eyes to see the well-worn beams of a traditional house, with dried fish hanging from its rafters and a pot over the hearth, he was more surprised at the fact that he was anywhere at all than at the particular surroundings he found himself in.

It only took a few more seconds of his blinking at the ceiling before a voice beside him said, “Ah, you’re awake.”

Saejima groaned and somehow managed to sit up despite the fact that every muscle in his body felt like it had been pulverized. Then he realized that between the brawl in the prison, the tumble from the snowmobile, the fight with the bear (had that been real?), and whatever effects he was suffering from exposure to the elements, every muscle in his body probably had been pulverized. The skin, bones, and organs, too.

The person who had spoken sat across from Saejima, on the other side of the little hearth and hanging pot, from which a delicious smell was emanating. His hair and beard were grey.

“You can call me Okudera,” the man said. “I brought you down from the mountain. You’re lucky to be alive.” And without pausing: “Here.” He pushed a bowl of hot stew into Saejima’s hands.

Saejima looked down at it, and then back up at the man - Okudera. His expression was calm and clear, but Saejima couldn’t help dwelling on all the ways this situation was strange and had the potential to become terrible. Did this guy not realize that Saejima had escaped from Abashiri?

“It’s good,” Okudera said impatiently. “Now go on, eat.”

Carefully Saejima took a piece of meat in his chopsticks and put it in his mouth. His eyes widened.

Okudera cracked a grin. “That was made by the best damn cook in Hokkaido,” he said.

Saejima attacked the meal. He was inclined to believe Okudera was right.

As he finished scraping the last of the sauce into his mouth, there was a sliding sound and the whistle of wind, and a second man entered the house. The man hesitated for a moment when he saw that Saejima was awake, but his eyes weren’t fearful. There was something animal-like in the placid intensity of his gaze, as though he were a predator looking at something that wasn’t food, something it wasn’t planning on devouring. It was unnerving. Then he turned away and began shedding his hat and coat.

“Ah, you’re back,” Okudera said. “Our guest has awoken.”

“I can see that,” the second man said expressionlessly. His voice was soft, but hoarse. “How are you feeling?”

Saejima opened his mouth to answer, but Okudera beat him to it. “I said I’m fine,” Okudera said, in the mild tone of a man who had gotten tired of pretending to be offended at inquiries into his well-being. “It will take more than a little weight-bearing hike to put me out of commission. Didn’t even muss my ponytail.”

The other man shrugged. He took a stool and sat down by the wall, facing towards Saejima and hunched over with his elbows on his knees. The single light bulb hanging from the ceiling did little to illuminate the harsh planes of his face, only hollowed his cheekbones and turned his eye sockets into dark holes, making his grim stare unsettling indeed.

“Ah...” Okudera said. He turned back to Saejima. “Well, you’ve already heard who I am. And this is my-”

“I’m his hunting partner,” the other man broke in, deadpan. “Suzuki.”

“Uh, yeah, this is my hunting partner... Suzuki,” Okudera repeated, looking at him. “He can be a bit unfriendly, but he’s a good guy, really. Suzuki - cheer up!”

Suzuki didn’t take his eyes off Saejima, and his expression didn’t soften.

Saejima nodded slowly. “I’m Saejima,” he said. “Thank you for rescuin’ me. I owe you my life.”

“Not a big deal,” Okudera said. “Besides, if the bears eat human flesh they get all fucked up, apparently, and we already have a demon bear on the loose around here, so...”

Recalling the bear he had fought, Saejima nodded again, darkly. He could very well imagine that thing being a man-eater. He was really lucky to be alive.

And then he remembered, and ice shot through his veins.

“Oh no!” Saejima said. “Baba-chan! My - I came here with a friend, did either of you see-?!”

Okudera’s brow creased with worry as he shook his head. “There was someone else with you?”

“Yeah! Baba, he’s - I have to go get him-!” Saejima tried to rise.

“Oh no, stop moving!” Okudera said. “You’ll damage your flesh, remember? I didn’t see anyone else out there, but I’ll go back and look-”

“I’ll go,” Suzuki said, standing up. “You’re exhausted, you should rest.”

“I’m a better tracker,” Okudera protested, also rising.

“You might as well have recently carried a deer down from the mountain,” Suzuki said bluntly. “You’re pretending to be fine, but your back is acting up, no? I’m faster than you, anyway. And furthermore, Yama-oroshi is out. I’m better off on my own.”

For a moment Okudera’s mouth twisted, as though he were tasting the fact that Suzuki was right, and hated the flavor. Then, “Fine, Simo,” Okudera said, sitting back down. “Do what you want.”

Suzuki had already turned away and begun outfitting himself in winter gear by the time Okudera finished giving his grudging permission.

“Simo?” Saejima echoed. “Yama-oroshi?”

“Simo is just a nickname,” Okudera said morosely, watching Suzuki tie a pale yellow animal pelt over his shoulders and back. “Because Suzuki is such a fucking amazing sniper or whatever. Yama-oroshi is what the villagers call the demon bear.”

“Ah.”

As Suzuki finished pulling a dark green hat down over his ears, Okudera climbed off the wooden floor and took the rifle off the hooks where it hung by the door. He handed it to Suzuki.

Suzuki took it with a nod of thanks, and stood there, ready. Okudera reached down to adjust the cords holding Suzuki’s pelt in place.

“Be careful,” he murmured.

“I will,” Suzuki replied, almost as softly. Then he moved away and slid the door open. A gust of cold wind whistled through, making Saejima shiver.

“Come back alive!” Okudera said.

“I will,” Suzuki said, and the door slid shut.

For a moment Okudera stayed by the entrance. Then, with a heavy sigh, he returned to his cushion by the fire and settled down.

“He’ll be pissed that I’m telling you this,” Okudera said, “But Sa- Suzuki is like you.”

“Huh?”

“He escaped from Abashiri. Ten years ago.”

“Oh!” It made sense, then, why Okudera and Suzuki weren’t rushing to turn Saejima in - apparently Okudera had long ago made a decision about how to react to escaped convicts, and that reaction didn’t involve running to the police. It might have made Saejima suspicious, but he found he could only be grateful for the fact that the two men were generous enough - odd enough - to take in a man in prison garb without question, and even to go out after his comrade, in what sounded like dangerous conditions. “I’m really so grateful for all you’ve done,” Saejima said.

“Ha. What was I going to do, leave you to die?” Okudera dismissed. “Anyone would have done the same.” He got up again and walked over to the shelves on one side of the room. He rifled around, and Saejima heard clinking. Okudera returned with two cups in one hand and a bottle of Block Party bourbon dangling between the fingers of the other hand.

“I know just what you need,” he said, wiggling the bottle invitingly. “Nothing like a good drink to warm you up after a brush with death on the mountain.” He poured out two cups, and Saejima accepted gratefully.

The bourbon burned going down, but it set a welcome glow in Saejima’s chest.

Okudera took a long drink. “Ah,” he said appreciatively. “Bet you missed that in jail, huh?”

Saejima nodded. “Shit’s dehumanizing. No cigarettes, no booze, disgustin’ food.”

Okudera leaned forward. “Some guys get cigarettes and booze in jail, though.”

“Well, sure,” Saejima said. “But I was on my best behavior. Tryin’ to get out fast. Couldn’t break the rules except in real serious cases.”

“Were you in for a long time?” Okudera asked.

Saejima paused before answering. “I was in for a long time on false charges,” he said. “Then I was out for a bit. Then I was in for two years on true charges.”

“No shit? False charges?”

“Yes.”

“Can I ask-?”

“Murder,” Saejima said. “The real charge was on assault.”

Impressed, Okudera whistled. “I bet you’ve got a hell of a story, huh?”

“I’ll drink to that,” Saejima said, and finished his bourbon.

Okduera raised his cup and did likewise. After tossing back the rest of his drink, he refilled his cup halfway, and then, “That’s all,” he said, screwing the bottle shut. “I can’t get drunk while - Suzuki is up on the mountain. It doesn’t feel right.”

Saejima agreed. Intoxication would be a welcome respite from worry about Baba, but it wasn’t a respite Saejima would willingly seek. “Um, Okudera-han,” he said, “What do you think the chances are that Suzuki-han will find Baba?”

The look on Okudera’s face was full of sympathy, and it made Saejima’s heart sink. “He’ll definitely find him, I think,” Okudera said gently. “Just hope that your friend was able to find some kind of shelter, otherwise...”

Tears pricked at Saejima’s eyes. If only he hadn’t fallen unconscious after fighting the bear, he might have saved Baba himself. As it was - “How long has it been?” he asked. “Since you found me?”

“...You slept for a few hours after I got you back,” Okudera admitted. “But think on the bright side!” he exclaimed. “Sa- Suzuki wasn’t kidding when he said he’s fast, and he’s observant and tenacious as hell, too. There’s no one better to have looking for you if you’re in trouble on the mountain. So don’t you get all mopey on me, okay?”

“There’s also a demon bear out there, you said.”

“Uh, yeah.” Okudera raked a hand through his hair, nearly ruining the ponytail.

“It sure is dangerous up in the mountains,” Saejima said morosely.

Okudera sighed heavily. “Yeah. Shit.” A pause. He fidgeted, playing with his still half-full cup of bourbon. “Are you usually the responsible type or the impulsive type?”

“Uh... depends who I’m with,” Saejima replied. “Compared to some people I’m responsible, I guess, but plenty of folks seem to think I make dumb decisions, so-”

Okudera let out a sound of relief. “Oh, thank fuck,” he said. “So you wouldn’t stop me from going out after my hunting partner even though he told me not to?”

“...Nope.”

“Great.” Okudera slapped his knees and then rose. “I’m going after him. He might need help.” He bent back down to grab his cup, and threw back the remaining alcohol like a shot.

“Hey, Okudera-han, are you the type to stop me from taggin’ along to help my partner?”

“Ah...” Okudera paused in his flurry of activity, and his face twisted. “You really could die if you exert yourself too much right now,” he said regretfully. “Or get permanent tissue damage.”

“The booze thawed me out. You said so yourself.”

Still Okudera hesitated. “Suzuki would bite my ass off if I let you come with me,” he said at last. “He’s the responsible type through and through... most of the time. As much as I know he can handle himself, I can’t just sit on my ass while he might be facing off against that monster. But you’re another matter. I’d love to bring you with me, guns blazing and all, but it’s also true that having a novice with me will slow us way down-”

“Fine,” Saejima grunted in frustration. He didn’t like it, but Okudera was right. It was for the best, however painful, that Saejima sit here uselessly while Baba was rescued.

Okudera pulled on a blue parka and tied off the sleeves, then attached a fur cape across his shoulders with rope, the same as Suzuki had done.

“Suzuki-han said somethin’ about your back-?” Saejima broke in.

“I already took painkillers,” Okudera said. “I’ll be fine. And it’s not like your friend can possibly be as heavy as you... right?” Apprehension evident in his tone.

Saejima shook his head. “He’s a skinny guy, actually.”

“Good. That will be no problem, then.” Okudera fastened an ammo belt over his coat.

“Okay. Are you sure there ain’t anythin’ I can do to help?”

“Keep the hearth warm, I guess,” Okudera said distractedly, hopping around as he pulled on rubber boots. “Just stick some new logs in if it starts to burn too low. Oh, and you should put some proper clothes on, you’ll freeze if you stay in that dumb prison jumpsuit.”

“I don’t got a change of clothes,” Saejima said.

“You can wear some of my old stuff - in that basket.” Okudera pointed at it. “It should fit okay. By the way, I know you said you were on your best behavior, but do you have any contraband with you?”

“Contraband?”

“Like cigarettes or... other stuff. From jail. You know. Drugs.”

“Uh, I might have a few ibuprofen.

“Never mind, never mind,” Okudera said hurriedly. He straightened up and adjusted his pelt one last time before heading to the door and pulling the rifle from the upper set of hooks there. “Okay,” he said. “Wish me luck. For the bear and all, but also so that - Suzuki doesn’t get too pissed at me for disobeying orders.”

“Good luck,” Saejima said, and then with a stiff nod, Okudera was gone.

Saejima drummed his fingers on his knee. The wind whistled mournfully against the cracks of the door. Even near the fire it was a bit chilly, as he was dressed only in the thin prison uniform. He decided to get changed, as Okudera had suggested.

In the basket he was able to find a decent outfit. First thing, a pair of thick woollen socks. The black t-shirt was pretty tight and the pants were a little too short in the leg, but tucking them into the sturdy leather boots got rid of the problem just fine. Best of all, Saejima found a heavy parka with fur trim, and it was in army green - just his color. He happily slid it on, and it fit perfectly.

He started pacing the floor.

For a few minutes he walked around, examining the items hanging on the wall and stored carefully on the various shelves. He briefly picked up a book of poetry and flipped through it.

Then he ran out of self-control and walked out the door.

A helpful villager pointed him in the direction of the trailhead, and Saejima was soon heading uphill, the river rushing beside him. Snowflakes blew into his face, stinging his skin. He fumbled with the zipper on the jacket, but a few seconds made it clear that the zipper was broken. He gave up trying to close it, and began to walk faster. He couldn’t get frostbite if he wasn’t outside for long.

The wind was bitterly cold. After a few minutes Saejima’s face and neck went numb. He pulled the collar of the green parka closer around his throat and kept walking. Snow got into the top of his boots.

He was just beginning to think that maybe it was stupid to go up into the mountain completely unprepared and with no idea where he was going when he spied Okudera coming the other direction. He was hunched, and on his broad shoulders-

“Baba!” Saejima exclaimed, running harder to meet them. Baba was slung over Okudera’s back, looking frighteningly white and still. His lips were blue. “Baba! Is he-?”

“He’s alive,” Okudera said, stopping. There was a smear of blood at the corner of his mouth, above the scrubby beard. “But he’s in shit shape. And Sato’s in trouble.”

“Who?”

“Suzuki!” Okudera corrected hurriedly. “Sato is his given name. But never mind that! Now listen.” He spoke quickly. “Baba’s going to die if he doesn’t get to proper shelter fast. Really fast. So as much as I hate it, I have to be the one to take him back to the house. But Sat- Suzuki was attacked by that fucking bear and he’s holding it off for us.”

“Shit-”

“He can handle the fight, but he was injured and I’m worried about him getting back; Saejima, go find him - just follow the tracks. There isn’t anything an unarmed person can do against that thing, so don’t try to help Sato. Just don’t get in his way.”

“But you want me to help him get back?”

“Yes!” Okudera hefted Baba higher on his shoulders, and started walking sideways back towards the village. “He’s incredibly stubborn and he probably won’t want any support. But promise me you’ll at least take his arm! His side was all torn up - it looked deep-”

The frantic worry in Okudera’s voice was something Saejima was intimately familiar with, in the same way he was all too familiar with the problem of a companion who was unwilling to admit weakness or accept help.

“I promise!” Saejima said. “And - take good care of Baba-chan!”

With only a bob of the head for confirmation, Okudera turned away and headed off again. For a few seconds Saejima stood reluctantly watching him retreat into the falling snow with Baba’s body. Then Saejima turned around and set off again, following Okudera’s tracks.

After only a few more minutes of trudging through the snow, Suzuki appeared in the near distance. He was hunched in a sturdy shooting stance, and there was blood splattered all along the pelt he was wearing. As Saejima watched, a shot cracked out and an an unearthly roar emanated from somewhere beyond the haze of swirling snow, but not far enough for safety.

Suzuki split his gun open, deftly reloaded two bullets into the chambers, and in an instant had the gun braced on his shoulder, ready to shoot again.

“Suzuki-han!” Saejima called. “Suzuki-han!”

Suzuki’s attention only flickered towards Saejima for an instant, then the roar came out of the woods and Suzuki fired once more. There were parallel gashes carved in his cheek, no doubt a lucky outcome given that one swipe of a bear’s paw could take off a man’s face if he wasn’t fast enough.

“Stay back,” Suzuki said, not removing his eyes from the space between the trees where Yama-oroshi lurked just beyond eyesight. Saejima hovered anxiously behind Suzuki. The wind blew harder, and Saejima was racked with shivers he was unable to suppress.

“What are you doing here?” Suzuki said, still keeping his attention focused on the bear. “Return to the village.”

“But I promised-”

At that moment the unearthly roar came a third time, and Suzuki fired a third shot. This time Suzuki let out a short cry of triumph and stepped forward. “Ojisan is retreating! I can give chase,” he said, already starting in the direction from which the roar had emanated.

“Wait-” Saejima said desperately. “Suzuki-han, you’re already hurt and I promised Okudera-han I’d bring you back safe and sound. Can’t the bear wait?”

Suzuki wavered. “You promised?” he demanded.

Saejima nodded.

For another moment Suzuki stood still, frozen in mid-stride, gritting his teeth. Then he lowered the rifle. “Fine,” he said. “So Okudera and Baba got back okay?”

“I don’t know if they got all the way back, but they got to where I was, at least, yeah.”

“...That’s good,” Suzuki said. He eyed Saejima critically, lingering over his exposed face and neck. “Well, I guess we had better get back before you get all frostbitten again.”

Nodding, Saejima reached for Suzuki’s elbow, to support him.

As though he had been stung, Suzuki pulled his arm very far away, and fixed Saejima with a look that was at once questioning and accusatory, a how dare you?

“Okudera-han said I should help you walk...” Saejima explained.

“Tch. I’m not a senior citizen in a retirement home,” Suzuki said acerbically. “I carried your friend all the way down from the ice grove, I think I’m capable of walking on my own-” At that moment Suzuki bent double in pain and let out a cough, and a trickle of blood made its way down his chin, stark against the light grey stubble.

“Hell,” Saejima said worriedly. “You got internal bleedin’ or somethin’, Suzuki-han. We gotta get you to a doctor.”

Suzuki hissed through his teeth. “It’s not that serious,” he said jerkily. “I just-” He swayed on his feet and Saejima leapt forward to catch his arm.

“You got like this protectin’ my friend, now let me help,” Saejima insisted. “Okudera-han said you were stubborn, but if I’d known you were gonna be this stubborn I woulda conked you on the head five minutes ago so that you’d come quietly.”

“I just bit my tongue in half when I tripped over a rock while trying to keep my eye on the bear and carry your friend,” Suzuki snapped. “I don’t think I have internal bleeding.” He spat a gob of bloody saliva onto the ground, shook off Saejima’s grip once more, took a few steps back towards the village, and keeled over face-first into the snow.

Saejima rushed to his side and helped him up. This time Suzuki didn’t complain.

“Now, where are you hurt, Suzuki-han?”

With a grunt Suzuki gestured at his right side, under the ribs. Saejima stepped around to the right, and wound his arm around Suzuki’s waist on the uninjured side. Suzuki held onto Saejima’s left shoulder. Suzuki was a good fifty centimeters shorter than Saejima, so the position was awkward, but it would work. Carrying Suzuki would have been easier, but Saejima didn’t want to know how that suggestion would have gone over. The man was - independent, to put it politely.

In silence save for Suzuki’s ragged breaths, they made their way back down the mountain to the village.

Finally they reached the house. Saejima helped Suzuki up the stairs, and then slid the door open and all at once they were enveloped by the warmth of the indoors.

“Ah!” Okudera exclaimed in the tone of a very relieved grandmother. He leapt up and came rushing over to them and began to fuss over Suzuki. “Thank the fucking mountain gods! How are you doing, Sato?” he said.

There was a pause wherein Suzuki (Sato?) gave Okudera a truly icy glare.

“Ahaha!” Okudera laughed fakely. “You’re so formal, Suzuki, what does it matter if I use your given name around Saejima-san? He doesn’t care, do you, Saejima?”

“Uh, no, it’s fine,” Saejima said, gladly relinquishing the ornery Suzuki to Okudera’s care.

Saejima kicked off his boots and went to Baba’s side.

Okudera and Suzuki had begun whispering furiously by the door, but Saejima could only focus on Baba. He lay stretched out beside the fire on his back, the same heavy quilt that had kept Saejima warm pulled up to his chin. Baba’s face remained very pale, but there were spots of red on his cheeks and his lips were no longer blue. Saejima hoped it was a good sign.

“Hang in there, Baba-chan,” he muttered. “You’re safe now. You just focus on recoverin’.”

Behind him, Okudera and Suzuki had moved onto the wooden floor and were bickering about how to treat Suzuki’s wounds.

“Don’t cut the shirt,” Suzuki was saying in annoyance. “I don’t want to have to mend it again, I can get it off - fuck!” The phrase ended in a hiss of pain.

“I’ll mend it,” Okudera said, and then there was a loud ripping noise, a cry of dismay from Suzuki, and a string of grumbling.

Saejima looked over to see Suzuki sitting shirtless with Okudera dabbing at the place on his side where Yama-oroshi’s claws had raked across his ribs. It looked like some fabric and bits of fur from Suzuki’s outerwear had been embedded in the wound. Saejima grimaced and quickly looked away.

He gently took one of Baba’s frostbitten hands in his own and held it, careful not to rub against the damaged skin. For a few minutes he just sat there, trying to convey strength via telepathy into Baba’s body. It was Saejima’s fault that Baba had almost died; Baba was shorter than Saejima, so Saejima might have put him in front on the snowmobile. And after the crash, Saejima should have defeated that bear faster, saved his energy for searching for Baba -

A creak on the floorboards announced Okudera’s arrival behind Saejima. Saejima didn’t take his eyes off Baba’s face: the peaceful expression, the brush of dark eyelashes against his cheeks. Saejima couldn’t wait for him to wake up and show life, for him to smile or for his brow to furrow in thought.

“He should pull through,” Okudera said. “Suzuki found him just in time.” The last sentence was said with a little bit of pride evident in the tone, pride in his partner’s skill.

“Yeah,” Saejima said. “I don’t know how to thank you two enough. By rights you shoulda just called up Abashiri to take us back. But I’m grateful.”

“Oh, well...” Okudera said. “We don’t have a phone, so...” He laughed. Then, “Suzuki,” he called over his shoulder, moving back to his fireside cushion, “Come eat something.”

Suzuki - now wearing a black zip-up fleece that was much too big for him - came over and sat down stiffly, his mouth set tight with the sternness of a person concealing pain. “Not really hungry,” he mumbled.

“I know,” Okudera said, rubbing his shoulder. “I know. Just please eat? It’s after lunchtime. And you’ve been through a lot.”

With a grunt Suzuki shook off Okudera’s hand and bent forward to serve a small bowl of stew. Okudera sat down comfortably beside him and filled up his own bowl when Suzuki was done.

“You should eat, too, Saejima,” Okudera said around a mouthful of food. “It’s even better now. It gets more tender the longer you simmer it. Right, Sa- Suzuki?”

“Yes,” Suzuki said briefly before continuing to eat in silence.

With reluctance Saejima turned away from Baba’s prone form and faced the fire. He accepted a bowl of stew and chopsticks from Okudera.

“How’s Suzuki-han?�� he asked, judging that it would be more productive to ask Okudera than Suzuki himself.

“He’s a tough bastard,” Okudera said fondly. “He’ll be fine. Right, Suzuki?”

Suzuki just grunted again.

“Though I guess he won’t be as pretty from now on-” Okudera went to wipe a thumb alongside one of the gashes on Suzuki’s cheek, but Suzuki flinched away.

“Stop it,” he hissed at Okudera.

Okudera drew away, looking hurt and offended. Suzuki turned to Saejima.

“Saejima,” he said. “You escaped from Abashiri. What were you in for?”

“He was in for assault,” Okudera said, definitely sounding annoyed.

“Oh?” Suzuki said coldly, still directing his attention at Saejima. “What kind of assault?”

“Brawlin’, I guess,” Saejima said. He couldn’t remember the details of what precisely he had agreed to get nailed on. “I got into a lotta fights on the street.”

“And what about your friend there? Baba?”

Saejima paused. “That ain’t my place to say,” he said. “I’ll just tell you that he went in young, when he was just twenty, and he wasn’t actin’ of his own volition, really.”

Unexpectedly Okudera’s face lit up. “He’s a yakuza?” he asked excitedly. “He did a hit for the yakuza, right?” He pulled excitedly on Suzuki’s sleeve. “A hit for the yakuza, Suzuki!”

Again Suzuki shook him off with a growl of frustration. “Is that supposed to be a good thing?”

Okudera deflated, but only a little. “Well, it’s interesting, because-”

“-Well, this stew sure hit the spot-” Suzuki said loudly.

“-We’re yakuza too! Or, we were.”

“For fuck’s sake!” Suzuki cried, banging his bowl down on the floor. “Okudera, what is the matter with you?”

“What’s the matter with you?” Okudera shot back. “You haven’t been this wound up for years, you’re giving me war flashbacks to when you were fucking-”

“Enough!” Suzuki said. “Enough! Fucking enough!” And then, dangerously polite, “Okudera, could we speak outside, please?” He stood up and left.

Saejima, who had been following the exchange with the enraptured bafflement of a dog at a baseball game, watched the door slide shut with a bang.

“Uh, sorry about that, Saejima,” Okudera said, rising to his feet. “The wife is being pissy again. I’d better deal with it. Let’s show each other our tattoos later, yeah?” Without waiting for an answer he followed Suzuki outside.

the end, for now

thank you for reading. please let me know what you thought, especially any questions you have - theres a lot here that is not stated overtly so im interested to know if its coming across properly. im not sure where or how far ill go with this WIP but i wrote it up because i came up with the whole thing one night while i couldnt sleep, and since it existed it would be a shame not to instantiate it in writing and throw it at some people..

#saejima taiga #okudera #baba shigeki #sato kiyoshi #saejima #yakuza #frozen roar #frozen roar spoilers #memecomradeoriginal #i hope the read more works lol #y5 spoilers