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Day 18

The Last Dance

(close ups/ gore the under cut)

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Day 17

Viewer request! Buckets and Bovines...

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Just realized I did 1 day twice 🤦‍♂️

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Day 16

Slime rancher doodle hehe boom slimes and hunter slimes

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Day 15

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I've been lagging behind on posting, but here's a nice change of format. Let me know if you do or don't like the oneshots, or if you have ideas for some prompts!

(this is SFW, but there is casual nudity mentioned, and TW for Emetophobia)

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The sun bled through the curtains, spilling like warm honey onto the floor. It was early in the morning, but Soldier was awake. The headache had kept him from getting any decent sleep, but he was finally starting to feel somewhat human again.

His head felt like it had been stuffed with cotton and he was dehydrated, but he was alive and functioning. Barely. He turned over in his bed, trying to avoid the light. Soldier groaned as the sudden movement made his stomach flip. He was still very hungover, but at least he didn't have to get up and run out to the battlefield, staring at his best friend' back as the sunlight shifted on the darker toned man's bare skin.

Tavish stirred a bit next to him, rolling over onto his back. His chest was rising and falling with each breath he took and his face was calm. His eye was still closed and his hair was a mess, but somehow it just made him more attractive. Soldier stared at the Scot, studying the lines and curves of his face. His eyes trailed down to Tavish' neck, following the line of his Adam's apple and then down to his collar bone. He followed it all the way down until his hips met the fabric, but that was as far as his eyes would travel. He sighed and looked back up, the man was now looking at him.

"What's the matter lad? Couldnae sleep?" He asked, his voice was heavy and groggy, it was clear that he had woken up less than a minute ago.

"No, my head is pounding. How can you just lie there like it's no problem? You drank almost twice as much as I did last night and you are completely fine!" Soldier replied.

"Aye, that's cuz I've been drinkin' a lot moor an' a lot more frequently than ye have. Ye dinnae build up an alcohol resistance like tha' in a day. It takes time." Tavish explained. He sat up and stretched, groaning as his back popped.

Soldier's eyes were drawn to his exposed skin, scars, stretch marks, pimples, moles, and other such blemishes were present, but it didn't deter the American in the slightest. He liked the sight of Tavish like this. He liked him without the usual layers of clothes, and his hair not perfectly in place.

He liked how he looked in the morning, when the sunlight caught his face, bringing out the gold in his skin and eyes. Jane liked how he could see his muscles ripple under his skin despite the decent amount of fat on his body. He liked the way the dark black hairs covered his arms and legs. Jane loved every detail of Tavish' body.

"Jane, are ye alrigh' lad?" The Scotsman asked.

"Affirmative! Just... thinking."

"Och, dinnae go awn do tha' ye may hurt yeself-" Tavish snickered as Soldier playfully punched him. Immediately, he regretted it, the sudden movement made his stuff shift uncomfortably in his stomach.

"Shit..." he swore, leaning over the side of the bed and clutching his gut.

"Ah, ye feelin' alrigh' mate?" Tavish asked, patting him on the back.

"My guts are trying to kill me! It is like they are rebelling against my body! It's an inside job!" Soldier groaned.

"Awwwlrigh' aff tae tha' toilets wit ye-" the Scot helped his friend up, guiding him to the restroom.

As soon as Soldier entered, he ran to the toilet and proceeded to empty the contents of his stomach into the bowl. He gagged, choking and sputtering, spitting bile into the water.

Tavish walked in behind him, rubbing his back. He coughed and dry heaved, nothing else was coming up.

"Feelin' better lad?" The Scot asked.

"No. But there is nothing left for my stomach to rebel against." Jane said, sitting up. He spat into the bowl again, trying to get rid of the taste before reaching a shaky hand up to flush.

"Ye alrigh' tae stand?"

"I think so." Soldier got up, still shaky.

"Here, lemme help ye." Tavish said, extending a hand. Soldier grabbed it and was hoisted to his feet.

"Thanks..." Soldier groaned, still not feeling very good. He scrunched up his face for a moment, reaching behind his back to pull his sweat soaked night shirt off, throwing it onto the tile floor.

"Och, shower time, eh? Go brush yer teeth I'll warm tha' water." Tavish said, walking past the American, patting his bare chest as he went.

Jane watched him, not moving for a few moments. Then he shook himself and turned on the tap, brushing his teeth vigorously, trying to get rid of the horrible acidic taste.

By the time he had finished rinsing his mouth, Tavish was done getting the temperature of the water to be nice and warm. The connected communal showers left little privacy, similarly styled to styled to sento communal bath houses.

He had set the two of them up on the furthest wall, the heat of the water evidenced by the steam it put off. Tavish sat waiting for him in the nude, free of any hiding- eyepatch included. The bit of sunlight that soaked through the foggy flat and short windows high up on the wall casted a warm glow upon the Scotsman's naked body.

Jane was quick to strip himself of his remaining clothes, leaving them in a messy pile next to the other's at the door, entering the bath house.

He sat down, letting the hot water soak into his tired muscles.

"I know a wee bit aboot hangovers. Here, lemme do tha' back aye?" Tavish asked.

"Do what?"

"This-" Tavish said, running his hands up Soldier's back and then down, kneading the sore and tired muscle.

"Oh." Soldier hummed in approval, "That is...nice. Thanks."

"No problem, lad. Now lean forward."

Jane complied, letting the larger man wash his back, massaging the tension away. Tavish rubbed soap into the other's skin, making it slick. Soldier hummed and leaned into the touch, his sore and tired muscles were grateful for the attention.

"Hey, Jane."

"Hmm?"

"Yer awfully quiet. What's up? Is yer stomach still actin' up?"

"No. It feels okay. My head does too. You have fingers like magic, Tav. That is all."

"Magic, huh? I have been called many things, but never that." Tavish said, smiling and chuckling, his hands continued their work.

"Yeah, magic." Jane mumbled. He closed his eyes and leaned back.

"Dinnae fall asleep on me now."

"I'm not. Just resting my eyes."

"Ah, aye. Tha' is why they're closed." Tavish teased, pulling him back and washing his chest.

"You're very touchy today. Is it because you're feeling bad, or is it because you're happy?" The Scotsman asked.

"Happy- I think." Jane said, "I like waking up next to you." That comment made Tavish's hands pause, they lingered for a moment, then began their motions again.

"Och, tha' is...sweet, Jane. I like wakin' up next to ye too."

The two sat in a comfortable silence for a while, just enjoying the hot water and the company. The only sounds were the running of the showers and the soft splashing of the water against their bodies. Tavish finished up with Jane, who then offered to return the favor. The Scotsman complied, and Jane returned the earlier gesture.

He scrubbed the larger man's back, and when he was done, the two of them sat together, letting the water pour over them, the warmth seeping into their tired muscles and aching joints.

Soldier scooted closer to his lover, laying his head on his shoulder. Tavish smiled, closing his eye and leaning against the American.

"Mmm, this is nice." Jane murmured, his head was finally starting to clear.

"Aye, 'tis. I would love to stay, but if we are going to have enough time fer breakfast, we should get up and go." Tavish said, sitting up and stretching.

"Right." Soldier agreed, getting up and turning the water off.

Tavish handed him a towel and the two dried themselves off. After getting dressed, they headed off to the mess Hall.

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Day 14

I'm lagging behind fellas, I've been sick and I'm still working on that big piece, sorry! (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

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Sorry I haven't been as active fellas, I'm working on something pretty big for y'all!

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Day 13

More boots n boobs or whatever

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do you read bnb fics (any website works) cause if you do, ya got any recommendations?

So, funny story actually. BNB isn't even my favorite ship, (it's up there though!), and I rarely read fanfics based on them, but I've written a few one shots about them. Would you guys be interested in having a oneshot in the future for BNB daily? (I'm a fanfic writer as well!)

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Day 12

Silly shitty doodle

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Day 11

I'm actually behind by a day so I'm posting two bnb works today, remember that my ask box is open and you guys are allowed to request things for the next day!

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Day 10

idk furries or wtv

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Day 9

Domestic scene, viewer request.

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Day 8

inspired by the cover of the sixth comic, by request.

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YOU CANT JUST POST ON THIS LIKE U DIDNT JUST MAKE CAZ TEAR BOOTS N BOMBS UP 😭😭😭😭

i'm doing god's work here 🫡

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Day 7

I was gonna use this one but it's a lot lower quality, I couldn't get the trails right in gmod sadly.

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Day 6

Class swap