#spec-b

[untouchvbles]

Subaru Impreza WRX (GC8)

#stance #stanced #jdm #japan #tokyo #subaru #impreza #wrx #wrx sti #sti #2.5 rs #outback #sport #crosstrek #xv #gc8 #legacy #gt #spec-b #forester #xt #brz #brat #brumby #baja #svx #xt6 #loyale #dl #gl

[whiitemateria]

❛ you owe me a dinner. a very nice dinner. ❜

— ( random dialogue prompts )

So, there they stood, covered in mud near from head to toe, a scrawny, and very ill-content cat dangling in Aerith's arms as she tries to gently smooth her hand over the feline's wet fur. It looks about as happy as Cloud does, actually, and she supposes she can't blame either of them.

In fact, she didn't really look any better, now did she? Except, she got what she wanted - a cat was rescued and now she got to hold it, so even despite that she was as wet and miserable as the rest of them, she still wore a great, wide smile.

"Aw, c'mon, Cloud ... the satisfaction of rescuing a poor, defenseless kitten from a tree in the pouring rain wasn't payment enough?" Aerith's voice barely constrains her mirth. Never mind that the cat had launched itself at Cloud just as he'd reached it and rather than rescuing it, he'd more scared it from its place, and it'd used the ex-SOLDIER as a springboard by which to leap into Aerith's arms.

If you thought about it, it rescued itself! Of course, she's not going to say that. It would only add insult to injury - injury being the scratches she thinks she can see blossoming red on his unenthused face.

"... Okay, okay! I'll buy you dinner. But you have to wear a really nice dress, okay?"

#asks; #spec-b

[ofdeference]

@spec-b asked: do you ever think about anyone other than yourself?  ❜

Could he, in good conscience, say he had? Were not deeds more vocal than words? And if this were his truth he might attest to the selflessness in his attempt to find them.

The pen in his hand balances precariously unheld atop the skin between thumb and index where in thought he'd spin it. If this question warranted thought, he might have. Instead, it arrested. The only word which can form under the accusation is a name. Four lettered and dagger shaped.

However his lips press paper thin against one another to display his condemnation, furrowed brows sharpening to a point in the wrinkles above his nose.

"You should be the last person to judge." A merc for hire, damn the planet, fill his pockets as it were? Wasn't that what started his crusade? It just so happened that the pests in the slums were persistent enough to wear him down.

"And no. I don't." Never again he means. The agony of being too late comes nightly, walking dreamscapes hand in hand with guilt and oceans of blood in the middle of a battlefield, a bastion, awash in the acrid bite of gunpowder. At least he knows where He is buried. That he is buried.

Tseng does not dream of the same luxury.

#spec-b #Now this one hurt. #Destroy him.

[meteodrives]

the only noise to be heard was the gentle, yet pitiful fan that turned in slow motion on the ceiling above. her body had lain flat on the bed, meek desperation that she may soon give in to that budding exhaustion. one thing after another. from the minor troubles, such as ensuring denzel had put away his laundry, to the greater ones, like keeping up with the rush hour only to dive headfirst into mapping out future expenses — it weighed on her, a throbbing sensation beating against her brain. every light in the room had been shut off ;  it was too bright nonetheless. eyes, heavy as they were, closed to offer some relief. a vain attempt. her body shifted, resting her forehead directly onto the pillow — though she found laying on her stomach to be far more uncomfortable. 

          thoughts of plenty had crossed her mind in the dreamless minutes that followed. did everyone get enough to eat? had she been a little too awkward when greeting that customer? when would cloud come back? had he eaten? did he — she intentionally forced all concern to cease, saving herself from a headache far worse. cloud was cloud. he seldom ran into trouble while out on delivery. on the rare chance he did, handling it was hardly an issue. still, despite being well aware of his capabilities, she found it difficult not to fret over him. another string of worry had begun to start up again — placed on the backburner when the door had creaked open. heavy footsteps sauntered closer ;  the thud of boots being kicked off were muffled if not completely silent. someone was under the impression she had been asleep. there's a moment between heartbeats when a sigh, not coming from her, had broken free. 

   𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚄𝙳   :      [ blanket ]  sender wraps a blanket around receiver .

warmth, emanating from the blanket, covered her figure. the chill hadn't been at the forefront of her issues — not until the feeling of mellowing heat graced her skin. she contemplated who it might've been when a soft, tender, & innocent kiss placed itself on the back of her head. it's lost within the array of hair, each strand loosely falling every which way, but it's felt & it becomes apparent that her quiet caretaker had been cloud. an unconscious movement :  her hand having reached out for his. it was far too easy to find him.  ( through shut eyes or otherwise blind ,  their palms had no trouble reaching one another . )  words aren't the only way to tell someone how you feel. he had learned, taking every syllable to heart, because he knew what she had silently asked for :  someplace to burrow her head, allowing him to handle every troubling thought for a while. another shift in position, making enough room for his figure to lay beside her. the dip in the bed had been a sign of relief. arms, strength having been laced within each muscle & a devotion that ran alongside her bloodstream, stretched — all to wrap themselves around his waist. a miracle, he was, feeling just the right amount of ease for that dull ache when she pressed her face against his chest. the fabric of his shirt tickled against her eyelids ;  it provided a comfort in itself. she hummed in acknowledgement, vocal cords causing a vibration tifa knew he could feel. welcome home, she hoped to convey. 

*      ◞      @spec-b            |​            prompted !

#spec-b #verse ( 𝐚𝐜 ) —— ⋆ ･ﾟ * // that sanguine expectation of happiness which is happiness itself . #u wanted soft yesterday ... THIS IS WHAT U GET

[evcryopeneye]

@spec-b asked: ❛ are you trying to get us in trouble? ❜ YUFFIE :V

The shuriken in her hand was wordlessly flung, aimed at one of the struts overhead. With a loud crash, the metal came crashing down, sparks flying and electricity wires inside it ripped apart. It was not stealthy, in anyway shape or form, but frankly Yuffie was quite proud of it. The mangled mess of sharp metal landed right on target, dead on top of the fiend. “Ha!”

Quickly, her attitude changed.

“What?!” The loud protest was annoyed more than anything, she didn’t see the problem he had with what had happened. The fiend was dead. They were still alive. They were still in the facility. What more did he want from her? “It would have taken your head off if I hadn’t attacked it. You’re so ungrateful sometimes,” while her last statement was accompanied by a huff, she only really half meant it, the other half she was just at a loss with. She didn’t understand his thoughts sometimes. 

While Yuffie wanted to argue with him, she was also aware that they needed to keep their eye on the job at hand. Sure, she had initially come into this with stealth as a plan, it was much easier to quietly sneak into somewhere than it was to brute force yourself into it but sometimes plans didn’t quite work out. “Do you know your way around in here?”

#&&char: yuffie #spec-b #the worst part of this is yuffies actually good at stealth and its ike you have to actively try to fuck this up like this yuffie

[unforestalledreturn]

‘ that sounds dangerous. i’m in!’

「   RP MEME :  RANDOM DIALOGUE 2.0   」     || Status : Accepting!

"Somehow... I feel like I should not be the one saying this, but..." Genesis pinched the bridge of his nose. "Danger will get you killed, cadet." There, he said it. Angeal could not haunt him for not giving disclosure. Once that was out of the way, Genesis went from exasperated to outright devious. Gesturing for Cloud to follow, Genesis grinned "But, it is a lot of fun."

#spec-b #verse: Crisis Core #ty for this #Genesis being responsible and irresponsible as he can be #simultaneously

[umbral-stigmata-unbound]

Non-Sexual Acts of Dominance | Open

@spec-b asked: [ enough ] your muse commanding mine to stop talking . // Reno

"And really, Soldier Boy, there's only so much you can handle given the muddle you have dug your way through like us Turks have--face it, we're better equipped, we're better prepared, we're just better as it is--"

"Stop talking."

Reno counter intuitively managed to do what Cloud demanded, but purely out of surprise of the abrupt command. There was no respect and he would not abide by the request for many more seconds. But the obnoxiously red colored agent couldn't help but gawk, eyes wide, before he scoffed and wore a wide, crooked, and slightly unhinged grin.

"....Wanna run that by me again, asshole? We're deep in shit, shit you've just pretended to understand, and here I am trying to do my part, save your worthless ass and myself the aggrevation of keeping up with you, and you think you can shut me up? Nah, bud... You wanna shut me up, you can do that with your bare hands. Otherwise, get some sense into that thick, chocobo fluffed head of yours, and realize you're out of your depth and now, its my turn to run this show. Got it? Good."

#spec-b #number one red bastard ~ Reno #ask meme #ask answered #onewinged meme

[marie-dufresne]

What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

[taken from the merc-verse]

Photography. It was one of the things she was actually allowed to do almost with no limitations. Her favourite subjects were things forbidden to her: indulgent foods, families—mothers with their babies in particular.

Once she hired Cloud, she’s been far too on edge to even consider being able to relax and hasn’t touched her camera in ages.

#now you know 💖 #spec-b

[untouchvbles]

Subaru Impreza (GC)

#jdm #japan #tokyo #stance #stanced #subaru #impreza #wrx #wrx sti #2.5 rs #outback #sport #crosstrek #xv #legacy #gt #spec-b #forester #xt #brz #baja #brat #brumby #loyale #dl #gl #gc8 #rsti #justy

[whiitemateria]

❛ you are better than i am. ❜

— ( princess bride starters. )

"... You know, I wish you wouldn't say things like that." Aerith says, at first sounding a little somber, and then more firm. Like, if she told him not to do it enough, maybe he'd listen?

It was odd, too, to hear him say it. After all, he was the confident and collected SOLDIER, wasn't he? But, Aerith was smarter than that. She knew when someone was using a shield to hide behind - and Cloud's sword did double duty. Beyond that? She didn't want him to put her on a pedestal, to see her as anything other than herself, something she at times worried he perhaps did. Something others had done, time and time again.

The Cetra, the Ancient, the pretty poised girl ... of course she was supposed to be better than people, right? No, she hated thinking like that, and she hated when other people did it, too. She could be just as bitter, just as angry as anyone else.

Reaching out, she suddenly looks a little more determined, grasping both his larger hands in hers. Her brows furrow as she looks up at him, a slight pout pursing at her lips. "So don't, okay? You're just fine the way you are."

#spec-b #I REACH FOR YOU AND GIVE YOU A NOOGIE #asks;

[ofgeneticperfection]

Continued from HERE:

The smile fades from her face. She's been staring evil in the face since the moment she was first captured and lived to tell the tale. Cloud could speculate all he wanted, they all could, but they'd never know the full depth of her story. There was resilience in her, an undying flame.

"There is merit in being able to stare evil in the face and withstand. I merely know how to play his game." She played her hand to become more than just a scared, little experiment. She had her own reasons for her loyalty but it was not without its conditions. She holds some sway in what he does, some people she's managed to let slip from his radar, and that's far more than most can claim.

"So then. Whose side of the chessboard will you choose to stand upon?" Still and silent does she hold her gaze upon him.

@spec-b

#spec-b #Cloud #Cant help it #She plays to win

[ofdeference]

@spec-b asked: ❛ why should i believe you now when you've told nothing but lies? ❜

"You haven't got a choice, have you? It's why you're still here, standing there listening to me." Still he gives pause. In sheer strength alone he's outmatched, far outgunned in stamina, speed, but what he has is range. Range and intelligence. Getting through to brutes too reliant on the strength of their muscles alone is not ideal but... It's the only option he has.

"You admit you need allies, more than what you've got. Our goal, in the end, is the same. Survival."

#spec-b

[meteodrives]

dw guys @spec-b is doing just fine <3

#crack . #spec-b #THIS IS SO SCUFFED BUT YKW #ACCEPT IT DGSH #i was gonna post on ciss but i am Lazy :)

[apomaro-mellow]

Every Baby Needs a Daddy 12

Part 11

@spectrum-spectre before you say anything, there's no smut in this one so go to sleep and read it at a more reasonable hour

In Eddie's fantasy world, he took off in a plane with Steve, escorted him back to Indiana, dropped him off at the door of the home he'd be staying at, giving him a very thorough scenting before letting him go.

But Eddie had work to take care of and Steve said he would be fine. And Eddie had gotten the hang of figuring out when Steve meant what he said. It wasn't hard. Whenever he wanted to be spoiled, he put that bratty lilt to his voice. They parted ways, Eddie having rubbed himself all over Steve before they exited the car, then again before getting to the check out counter.

Eddie was avoiding notice by wearing his hair in a braided bun and big sunglasses. He insisted on getting Steve a first class ticket. It was the only way to keep too many people from rubbing against him and thus making his scent fade sooner.

"Don't miss me too much", Eddie teased, looking over the rim of his shades.

Steve wrapped his arms around his neck. "I already do, Daddy", he whispered. He kissed him and then murmured against his lips. "Can't stop thinking about it. In less than ten days..."

Eddie put his hands to Steve's waist. He couldn't wait either. They'd be reuniting for Steve's heat. But they weren't coming back together just for that. While Steve was pretty regular and was 99% it would come when he said it did, Eddie would have Steve on the first jet to Texas on January 1st.

Steve thoroughly enjoyed the luxury of first class and landed back home with less than half the stress of a normal plane flight. Eddie had been a little zealous in spending on him sometimes, and it reflected in how much money he sent to Steve so that he could get a ride at the airport. Steve had specifically told him that Lucas could have picked him up and then he'd be with family for the rest of the time.

Eddie must've heard something different because when Steve checked his venmo, he was several hundred dollars richer. When Lucas picked him up, he decided that money could be well spent doing some last minute shopping.

"You know, I'm actually kind of relieved", Lucas said as they packed the last of the stuff into his trunk.

"Why?", Steve asked.

"I thought when you started being a sugar baby and junk you'd turn into a different person. But you're still Steve."

Steve smiled. "Didn't go through a name change last I checked."

"You know what I mean. You were still cursing out the ref at the game back in DC. And you got Robin a mug with a weird picture, not like a diamond encrusted dog bowl or something."

"She's gonna love the mug more than that. And the ref had his blinders on for the whole first half."

Steve didn't realize how relieved he was to hear that though, that he had retained the real parts of himself even though he felt completely changed by Eddie. Would he start to change in time? How long would it take? His reverie was broken when Lucas pulled into the driveway of his home.

"Okay, so Dustin told my parents you were seeing someone and Mike told them it was someone famous but they don't know it's Eddie Munson."

Steve felt his stomach drop. "Do they know that I'm?"

Lucas shook his head. "You get to tell them that."

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me", Steve groaned.

The last thing he wanted to tell the people who helped him through the final years of high school and the first couple of college was that he was getting dicked down by a celebrity and was falling for him too. The Sinclairs were more like his parents than his actual mom and dad.

They didn't hold back either, bringing it up the moment he entered and they got their hugs.

"Dustin told us you're seeing someone?", Mrs. Sinclair said.

Steve snuck an ear twist as Dustin walked by with a grin, one that the Sinclairs definitely noticed but let him get away with. He had to be honest not just because of how important they were, but because they'd find out everything sooner or later. New traveled fast online and he was honestly surprised they didn't know more already.

"I met him one night at a bar. He covered my dinner when I was a little short", Steve said as his hands were kept busy helping with the food preparation.

"Sounds like a gentleman", Mr. Sinclair said.

Lucas and his friends were sitting in the living room, which Steve was thankful for. He knew they'd want to spill every last bean. He got away with giving them minimal info: Eddie's first name, the fact he was a musician, an alpha, and that they'd been on a few dates.

That night, he cornered Dustin and Mike and made them swear to keep their mouths shut about anything else.

"Lucas got basketball tickets. We should get something to", Mike said.

"How's about you don't get a tanned hide?", Steve offered, eyes hard.

Christmas went as usual, Steve spent the day of and day after in the Sinclair home, then returned to his own apartment where Robin was already waiting to celebrate New Years. He didn't get two feet into the door before she was feeling his stomach.

He rolled his eyes. "I'm not-"

"But you could be. I know you and your cumslut tendencies. So I know you're not making him wrap it up."

"But I'm still taking my birth control", Steve said.

"You just know that if you get knocked up I'll have no choice but to move back in with you and help you raise this pup", Robin said.

"There is no pup. And I wouldn't make you do that."

"I would though. For you", she promised.

"I know Robs. That's why I'm not gonna let it happen. If I wanna have his baby, you'll get a six month notice before we conceive."

"Thank you for that."

They spent December 31st ordering take out from three different places and binging Empire. When it got to the time for real festivities to begin, they turned the tv to where Eddie said he was going to be performing.

"So that's your beau. He's not bad", Robin complimented. "How's the rest of the band?"

"They're great. I think you and Jeff would really get along. He's actually really into brass instruments too. And Gareth knows a bunch of nerd languages."

"You mean like Klingon and Elvish?"

"And apparently he's learning Atlantean."

Midnight came and Steve kissed her forehead and Robin kissed his cheek.

--------------------

The next day, he was packed and ready to hop on his flight. Robin dropped him off and hugged him tight enough to hold him over until the next time they met. His ticket was first class again and when he landed in Austin, he was already feeling a tingling under his skin. He missed his alpha. Need his scent, his touch, the rumble of his voice.

Because of this, while he loved the other CC boys, he was a little disappointed to see them awaiting his arrival and not Eddie.

"The Ed-man had to finish something in the studio last minute", Gareth explained as they led Steve to the car.

"Thanks for picking me up, guys", Steve certainly preferred them over a stranger from Uber.

Grant drove the way back, taking them to a mansion that had Steve's jaw dropping. He was no stranger to big houses, but he was used to them being simply for status. They'd been grand but sterile, devoid of any personality. The moment Steve stepped in, he could see that wasn't true for this place. He could pick out each of the resident's scents, could see each of their quirks as he was given a tour of the place.

They saved Eddie's room for last and he found out when Eddie barreled down the hallway to meet them at his door.

"They're really good pack", Steve said as Jeff, Grant, and Gareth left the two of them alone.

"I knew I could trust them with you." Then Eddie kissed him about six times. "For all the missed mistletoe." Then again. "For New Year's."

Steve laughed against his lips. "You gonna show me the bedroom anytime soon? I'd love to lie down, Daddy."

Eddie bit his lip, looking nervous all of a sudden as he slowly opened the door. Steve wanted to take in everything. After all, a bedroom could tell you a lot about a person. But his attention was immediately grabbed by the bed situation and what was sitting on the bench in front of it. There was a thin quilt turning it into a canopy bed, much like the den Eddie had made in their hotel room back in New York.

Steve recognized the pattern from what he'd heard before. Jeff's handiwork. And by the foot of the bed was a small bench where a collection of clothes sat. Steve went right to them and took a whiff of the first shirt. It was so undeniably Eddie, he would have thought his neck was pressed to his nose were he not still by the door.

Then he picked up a tank top and caught notes of lemon and ginger. "Are these...?"

"I tried to scent a lot of stuff before you got here, the boys helped out too. I hope that was okay?" His hands were stuck in his pockets and his back was tensed like he might run.

"It's more than okay", Steve reassured him.

"And the den? You like it? I can always change it if you don't. We've got tons of linens here, all that can be scented in a moment's notice and-"

"Eddie", Steve put a hand to his arm. "It's great. Now...", he held up one of the garments. "Help me nest?"

Eddie swallowed and nodded. He followed Steve's lead as they arranged everything on the bed for maximum comfort. Once Steve was satisfied, he sank down into it, smirking when he saw the way Eddie gingerly lied down next to him.

"Your first time doing a heat?", Steve asked.

"I've been around omegas in heat before. Just not as the uh, let's say star alpha", Eddie admitted.

Steve turned so his back was against Eddie's chest and pulled his arm over him. It took Eddie a moment, but he got comfortable and melted against his body. The exhaustion from the flight and being up for hours finally got to him and Steve closed his eyes.

When he opened them hours later, his body was warm and he felt a wetness between his legs.

Part 13

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#apo writes #stranger things #steddie #omegaverse #a/b/o #i literally checked the clock b4 posting #bc i know now i have the uncanny ability to post smut #and therefore keep specs up at all hours of the night #but this time there's no smut so haha! #there will be a healthy dose of debauchery in the next one tho

[unforestalledreturn]

‘ who do you fight for? ’

「   RP MEME :  RANDOM DIALOGUE 2.0   」     || Status : Accepting! "Depends whose asking." The crimson elite shrugged nonchalantly, as though the question were as morally important as what one's favorite color was or least favorite taste. "If you're ShinRa, I fight for the company. If you're a citizen, I fight for you. If you're a critic, I fight for myself." "I don't think it really matters, does it? So long as everyone gets what they want, they'll let you do just about anything..." "So, you can think what you like, I'm sure its true."

#spec-b #verse: Crisis Core #just a slippery lil snek here #ironically there is a real answer to this question #he is a butt tho #tysm for the ask!!