#firefighter!roach

[thelaisydazy]

Firefighter!Simon Riley x Reader - Locked Out Pt. 2

Johnny drags you inside the station, ignoring the confused looks he gets from the other men inside. He walks you over to the oldest of them, a man with a beard sporting a hat, and introduces you. 

“This is oor captain, Price,” Johnny says, his arm still over your shoulder. “Cap, bonnie ‘ere lost their keys doon th’ drain. Can we gi’ them a hand?”

“I’m sure Gary could get to them,” Price says, offering a warm smile and his hand to shake, which you do. “You rest here mux.” He turned to the couch where a man with dark, curly hair sat. “Kyle, keep our guest company, we’ll be back.” He pats Johnny on the shoulder and the two leave to find Gary and retrieve your keys. 

Kyle stands from the couch and walks over. He’s handsome, pretty you think. He definitely knows it too as he catches you staring, giving you a smile. “Hungry?” he asks.

---

Simon emerged from the showers, wearing only a pair of sweatpants, his damp towel slung over his broad shoulders as his blond hair was still dripping wet. The station house was quiet. Johnny must still be out walking Riley. 

A quiet laugh broke that silence though. One that made his stony heart skip a beat. Simon made his way towards the common area, finding the one thing he never expected. You. 

Kyle was sitting with one arm on the couch behind you, the other on his leg. You hadn’t noticed Simon yet, too engrossed in Kyle’s story about the time Riley climbed into the open window of a cop car to get into a bag of treats the officer had hidden under his seat.

“So Riley was hanging halfway out this cop’s car, an’ Johnny’s trying to get him out before the cop gets back,” Kyle said. “Turns out, the cop had a bag of treats in the car. Found out when Simon called Riley over. Rascal had the bag hanging out his mouth.” 

The sound of your laugh makes Simon’s heart race and he finds himself jealous of the way your fingers gently scratched behind Riley’s ear as the dog’s head lays in your lap. 

Simon can’t help but stare. He’d always known how pretty you were, but seeing you here in the station.. He only wished he was the one you were sitting with. That he was the one making you laugh so easily. 

“Bonnie! We got yer keys!” Johnny calls, coming up behind Simon. 

Your head whips around, catching a glimpse of Simon as he turns on his heels and retreats deeper into the station. 

---

In his room, Simon’s heart pounds in his chest. He runs a large hand through his blond hair, his mind racing. All he’d wanted these past few months was to know you better, though he’d never been able to bring himself to speak more than a few words to you. Never had he thought he’d see you in the firehouse, much less cozied up on their couch. What were you even doing here? 

A knock on his door brought his answer. Simon quickly pulled on his privacy mask, some part of him hoping it was you. Instead he saw Johnny. 

“Aye, Si, did ye see we git a guest?” Johnny asked with that cheeky grin of his. Ah. That was it. Johnny brought you here. 

“I saw..” Simon said, keeping his voice measured despite his urge to to tear Johnny in half for getting up the nerve to talk to you before he could. 

“Ye never told me tha’ wee thing wis so cuit,” Johnny pressed. “S’already git Kyle wrapped ‘round their wee finger.”

Simon’s dark eyes sharpened. Johnny always knew just how to get under his thick skin. 

“Am sure they’d lek t’ see ye,” Johnny continued. “Looked a might fash when ye stormed off.”

“Didn’t ‘ave m’ mask,” Simon muttered. “Wasn’t expecting them..”

“Aye, ha t’ git Gary t’ rescue their keys,” Johnny explained. His blue eyes briefly looked Simon up and down. “Y’should say ‘ello. Am sure they’d lek t’ see ye.”

Johnny was dense but he wasn’t stupid. He knew Simon could get anyone he wanted, he had the looks to make just about anyone, including Johnny himself, melt. If only Simon had the confidence to actually talk to anyone. 

When Simon didn’t budge, Johnny decided to push further. “Aye wis think’n, LT,” he started. “I might ask ‘em oot fer coffee.” Johnny shrugged as he watched Simon tense. 

Simon shoved past Johnny, making his way to the common area again. Leaving Johnny grinning at his door.

---

“Coffee.”

Simon’s gruff voice startles you. You hadn’t seen him enter the room, much less hear him walk up behind where you were sitting on the couch. 

You blink those pretty eyes up at him. “What?”

“With me.” He doesn’t seem to be asking by his tone, but his eyes are almost pleading. 

“Uh.. sure,” you say, unable to keep the smile from your lips. 

The tension in Simon’s shoulders melted away. If he had a tail, it would be wagging.

[pseudolife-archived2]

charity calendar au where the lads do one of those cheeky nudie calendars and meet each other that way.

[ohnoproblems]

indie fps Project Silverfish by @siristhedragon is slated to enter early access on the 26th. it's stalker with scalies. there's bullet drop and gunfeel. there's quiet exploration that shifts suddenly into tense looting amidst chaotic factional firefights. there's physics shenanigans and prop stacking to get into places you shouldn't. there's an unkillable revolutionary leader named mamma roach and you can give her your guns.

this is all in the free demo! i've been helping to playtest the EA version and it's got even more. it's really good, and it promises to only get better! the demo's also on itch and i believe siris is planning on keeping itch updated to parity with the steam releases, if steam isn't your thing.

check it out! wishlist it if you've been grabbed by any of this!

[whateverdraws1008]

2 situations where Roach is the one coming back, not Ghost. fuck im iahusgydvash

Crossfire. Soap tries to push forward through a narrow corridor. He misjudges an enemy grenade. Still goes for it ROACH: (over radio, urgent) SOAP! STOP! It’s too late. The explosion hits too close. Soap is thrown to the ground - alive, but disoriented. Roach runs across the corridor under fire, drags the sergeant into cover. ROACH: (pressing Soap’s wounded shoulder) ARE YOU NUTS!!? I TOLD YOU TO STOP--! SOAP: (coughing, dazed) There was an opening... ROACH: (mix of anger and fear) This is no goddamn game dumbass!! You almost-- Roach trembles for a moment. Breathing heavy. He closes his eyes - flashes back to Ghost dragging him the same way, throwing those same words at him. SOAP: (watching.) ROACH: (Wipes blood off Soap’s face with his sleeve) You’re still lucky. Enjoy it while it lasts, but try a little harder to not die. ------------------------ Soap is disassembling and cleaning a weapon, distracted and humming something softly. Roach approaches silently, observing the rookie. ROACH: (critically watching) You sing during firefights too, Sergeant? SOAP: (smiling, unfazed) If singing keeps my aim steady, why not? (stands up and offers his hand) Sergeant MacTavish, sir. But everyone calls me Soap. ROACH: (looks at the hand, then shakes it) Roach. Just Roach. (pauses) Stay sharp. Around here, even the ground tries to kill you. SOAP: (light but sincere) I’ve heard stories. About you. And… Ghost. I’m not here to replace anyone, sir. ROACH: (harsh, but not hostile) Good. Because no one can.

[caoimhewritesfics]

Masterlist

COD Headcanons/Drabbles: ↓Oldest - Newest↑

Spoiled (TF141 + König)

Johnny's Bad Habit (John Mactavish)

Dad Price (John Price)

Dad Simon (Simon Riley)

Vacation (TF141 + König)

Firefighters (TF141 + König)

Unexpected Addition, Unexpected Addition pt2 (TF141 + König)

Sick Days (TF141 + König)

Accidental Text (TF141 + König + Roach), Accidental Text pt2 (John Price)

Last Name (TF141 + König)

Lazy Sunday (TF141 + König)

First Sight (Tf141 + König)

Missing pt1, Missing pt2, Missing pt3 (TF141 + König)

COD Series:

Undying Ground (Simon Riley zombie apocalypse au)

[gauloiseblue]

Gauloiseblue's Bookmarks

A/N: Since there's no bookmark system like they had in AO3, I decide to make one on this site. Will update the list from time to time.

COD

Price

[The True Me] by @i-am-hungry-24-7 Useless by @syoddeye Lazy Saturday Mornings by @clementine-thedestroyer Price and Beauty Mark by @ohmygraves Growing older with john price. by @obsessivelullabies Growing older with john price; smut. by @obsessivelullabies Ex-husband price, but the “ex” lays on significantly blurred lines now. by @captainfern Ex Husband!Price by @moongreenlight (A/N: you have NO idea what this fic had done to me) The boys all collectively realize that you are the captain’s favourite by @dante-mightdie weird HC by @theycalledhimastar

Gaz

lavender skies by @yeyinde (A/N: Gaz girlie, please read this I'm begging-) I may love Kyle, but I can totally admit when he acts like a total weirdo (he doesn’t, he’s perfect). by @theycalledhimastar

König

Ex-Lover Konig with runaway reader by @diejager Dog Hybrid König by @comfortless Hades!Konig and Persephone!reader by @comfortless Aroura Borealis by @clementine-thedestroyer Underground Fighter!König X Rich!Reader by @melancholic-thing

Soap

Rugby player soap fucks you after a win by @vanderilnde Pushy ass cbf!johnny and benefit pay by @shotmrmiller Valentine Days with Soap by @killerpancakeburger cbf!johnny as the dog he is by @ghouljams

Ghost

soulmate au with ghost but it's the fucking opposite of rainbows and sunshine by @bi-writes

Poly/HC

Fancy (Vampire! Poly! 141 x Plus size! Fem! Reader) by @swordsandholly 141 80’s Arcade AU by @clementine-thedestroyer TF141 and "can I try your drink?" By @syoddeye (A/N: don't @ me) 141 when they need attention by @void-my-warranty TF141 when you gave him hickey when you're drunk by @gloomwitchwrites

The Arcana

Asra's Love by @bahrtofane Teen Asra and puppy love headcanons by @smoke-and-silver Trip adventures with Asra by @smoke-and-silver Arcana and Weddings (fanarts) by @bastart13

Random/Miscellaneous

A/N: I put all of the Ghost Band stuff here bc I'm not officially into the fandom, but they're so irresistible to read hnggg

THEN // if (then) FINAL PART (Ghoap Comic) Roach's puppy eyes Korangi pt. 1 Korangi pt .2 Korangi (sus) pt. 3 Korangi (even more sus) pt. 4 Ghoap food pt. 1 👍👍 Self-care (Ghoap short comic) Capt Price having a cheeky wank (audio) Barry Sloane thirst trap (maybe) Bare chested Barry- Barry ugly ass poems (i'm horny) Barry Sloane seducing clip ASMR Barry talking ASMR Barry (Price) pt. 2 The band Ghost wildin' Ghost band shenanigan: part 1 The Ghouls + Rut Season (HC) Swiss meets red velvet ‘you’ve got to press it on you.’ (Ghost Band HC) Nameless Ghoul NSFW headcanons Swiss relationship and NSFW headcanons .... yeah I'm normal I swear St. Vincent *heart eyes* Miyazaki's Retirement Declarations (chronologically) Hayao Miyazaki's "Inspirational" Quotes The Hand

Web Weave | Poetry

not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing [what would happen between earth and the moon if the earth stopped spinning as illustrated by xkcd randall munroe] - Lyudmilla Ignatenko, the wife of deceased firefighter Vasily Ignatenko, Voices from Chernobyl, by Svetlana Alexeivich (transl. Keith Gessen) Robin Wood, “Psychoanalysis of Psycho” | Stoker (2013) dir. Park Chan-wook Stoker (2013) dir. Park Chan-wook and "The Lady of the House of Love" by Angela Carter This Is Me (Stoker 2013) Rice Paddies Home (What Is Home?) Whenever I see you, I remember AM I MAKING YOU FEEL SICK? // DEVOTION THAT EATS YOU ALIVE

[writeforfandoms]

Waking Lions 23

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Man I feel like I need to take cover now, with how well y'all liked last chapter. We have two chapters to go after this! Just remember that.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of violence, Kate is a BAMF, honest discussions, semi unstable mental state, Ace has a lot going on she's doing her best okay?

Word count: 1.9k

You went home with Kate, after everything. You had no idea what she'd told the firefighters that showed up, or the cops after that. You didn't know how the missions had gone, with the others. 

You'd sat with Roach across the street for hours. Until Kate had cleaned everything up and collected you. 

Neither of you spoke on the way home. You were too exhausted, the weight of the last few days crashing into you. You'd burned everything. Sure, you had funds. You had a few contacts still. 

But you'd spent so much of your life avoiding Gray, had used up contacts and burned aliases to hide. There wasn't much left intact of your life now. 

And maybe that was okay. Or maybe it would be okay. After you'd had a chance to sleep. 

The sun was thinking about rising when Kate parked in front of the house. Still silent, you both grabbed your bags from the back and went inside. 

You locked the door to your room, something you rarely did. Your clothes all dropped in a pile, to be handled later. 

You hit the bed hard and fell asleep. 

The smell of food finally roused you, and you threw on something decent enough before shuffling your way to the kitchen. Kate's wife clucked and cooed over you, pressing a hand to your forehead as if to check for a temperature. 

You allowed it, quiet and adrift in your thoughts. But you did eat the bowl of soup she pushed into your hands, and drank the entire glass of water handed to you. 

You didn't look at Kate when she joined the two of you for dinner. Kate did you the mercy of not trying to talk to you, letting you steep in quiet. 

You escaped after you washed out your dishes, throwing yourself into the shower to scrub away the past days. You'd have thought you'd have a hard time getting back to sleep, after sleeping so long already. 

You were wrong. 

You woke again to gentle morning sun. Finally feeling more human, you shuffled out to see who was around. 

Kate nodded to you over a cup of coffee, laptop open in front of her. “Better today?” She asked. 

“Better,” you agreed, glancing at her. Normally you'd leave - she was clearly working. But… hell with it. What did your rules matter anymore? “He give you anything yet?” 

If Kate was surprised, she didn't show it. “He will,” she said, confident as ever. “Especially once the other teams bring back their evidence.” 

Your lips curled in a bitterly satisfied smile. This was everything that should have happened years ago. “And Captain?”

This time, Kate half-turned to look at you, eyes far too knowing. “Asking after you.” 

You swallowed, chest and face both heating, but didn't look away. “He could text me.” 

Kate held up your phone like she'd been waiting for that. You blinked. “You forgot.” The words were only a little teasing. 

“I had other things on my mind,” you defended yourself, reaching out to take your phone. You froze when she pulled her hand back, just enough to make her point. 

“John is a difficult man, in many ways,” Kate said, holding your gaze. “If this is a deal breaker for you, tell him now.” 

You swallowed and nodded. “I'll figure it out,” you said, throat dry. 

Kate nodded after a moment and held out your phone for you. You snatched it and bolted. You needed privacy to figure this out. 

Your phone turned on, much to your surprise. Fully charged. Kate must have taken care of that. 

Come to think of it, someone must have grabbed it. John, probably. How else would he have known to find you?

You'd have to ask him. If… Well. If. 

You scrolled through your texts first. You'd save the calls and the voicemails until after. 

Two from an unknown number. Glad to hear you're alive, the first one read. This is Gaz. I'm here, if you need a friendly ear. 

You blinked back unexpected tears at the thoughtful gesture. Dammit. You'd tried not to get attached. 

Clearly that hadn't worked. 

You breathed in slowly, looking down at your phone. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you added his number to your saved contacts. There. 

How mad is he? You sent the text off, chewing on your lip. Gaz would probably give it to you straight. Sure, he was loyal first and foremost to John, but he was aware enough to give you the truth. 

Probably. 

You were choosing to believe he would, anyway. 

The answer came surprisingly quickly. Call him yourself. 

You scowled down at your phone. You took back every nice thing you'd ever thought about Gaz. 

Fine. That left the plethora of missed calls, two more texts, and two voicemails. All from John. You started with the missed calls. 

The first few were from the day Gray had grabbed you. Then nothing for almost 48 hours. Two more calls, both from John. Another gap of several hours, overnight last night. Then one more call this morning, before you'd woken up. 

Swallowing hard, you went to your voicemails. 

“Ace,” John breathed in the recording, voice a little thick. “Call me when you get this message, yeah? We have some things to discuss.” A pause then, a deep breath drawn in slowly. Measured. Like he was trying to get his control back. The thought made your throat thick with emotion. “I know a lot happened. I'll understand if…” He paused again, then sighed through his nose. “Well. I'll understand. Gonna be here a few days more, cleaning up still. Call me. Please.” 

You had to pause there, unable to listen to the second voicemail just yet. He'd sounded… You'd never heard him like that. Never. 

This was outside of your experiences. This was… weird. But you couldn't decide if it was good or bad. 

You breathed slowly. Okay. John wanted to talk. That was a good sign, probably. You could figure out your own feelings after you listened to the second message.

“Talked to Kate to make sure you're okay. Least you didn't get shot this time.” There was a short huff of almost laughter. “Tell me to back off if you need me to. Tell me if you need time. Otherwise, I need… I want to talk to you, before we head out again.” John paused for several seconds, long enough that you double checked to make sure the message was still going. “Promise I won't yell at you this time.” 

You grimaced as the click signaled the end of the message. Well. He was still blaming himself, apparently. You… weren't terribly surprised. The timing had been awful. 

But you had no doubt that Gray would have found another way to get to you, if you hadn't left the building when you had. 

The thought of Gray brought a reflexive rush of cold fear, followed by hot anger. You shook out your hands, rolling your shoulders to try to dispel some of the lingering tension. 

Fuck. Okay. You needed to deal with the elephant in your mind before you could call John. 

Gray was still alive. In custody, under constant watch, Kate had assured you. You didn't feel any safer for her assurances. 

John had stopped you from killing Gray, pushing you so your shot went wide. 

The only damage you'd done had been to a window. 

Because of John. 

And you… You weren't entirely sure how you felt about that. 

Oh, sure, you probably would have felt bad about killing Gray while he was disarmed and held down… at some point. But he'd haunted you for so many years it was difficult to drum up any kind of sympathy for him. 

Then again, he was now at Kate's tender mercy. That was probably deserving of some tiny amount of sympathy. 

But he was still alive. So long as he lived, there was a chance of him escaping, of him going after you or Kate or John again. 

So. The biggest question, to you, was if you could live with that knowledge. If you could give John a chance of something more, something permanent. If you could give yourself a chance. 

You hadn't stayed in one place in a long, long time. Not since you'd left Kate's, before she'd married, before you'd gotten into information. You still couldn't see yourself staying in one place. Your feet itched to go, even while your heart luxuriated in the safety and surety of being with Kate. 

John wouldn't demand anything of you. Wouldn't make you do anything. 

But you wanted to give him things. Things you'd never given anyone before. Promises. Assurances. 

Exclusivity. 

You swallowed hard, hands shaking just a little as you toyed with your phone. 

John Price was a dangerous man. But not for the reason most people thought. (Well, okay, for those reasons, too.) 

You sat there for long enough that Kate came to find you. She sat quietly near you after dropping a cold bottle of water onto your lap. 

“We're ordering in,” Kate told you without preamble. “What do you want?” 

You blinked, shaking yourself out a little as you came back to the present. “Uh. Is my favorite place still there?”

She nodded. “Your usual?” 

“Sure. Thanks.” You huffed a little laugh at yourself. For all your running, you still had habits. At least one person still knew you well enough to know your damn takeout order. 

Maybe you'd wasted all those years running, pushing people away. 

“Hey.” Kate kicked the side of your chair. “Get out of your head.” 

“Oi!” You turned an outraged look on her. 

“Don't even try it, kid.” She pointed a threatening finger at you. “You're spiraling. Stop it.” 

“How would you even know?” You snarked, crossing your arms over your chest. 

Kate raised one unimpressed eyebrow at you. “Do I need to run you down again?”

That gave you pause. She would. Physically. Usually somewhat painfully. She hadn't for years, but you had no doubt that she would, if she felt she needed to. “No,” you gave in, slumping into your chair with ill grace. 

Satisfied, Kate returned her attention to her phone, tapping in the order. “Half an hour,” she told you. “You're going with me.” 

“Yeah, alright.” You sighed, though you weren't truly annoyed. It was a front, a way to hide. 

Briefly, it occurred to you that you didn't need to hide so much anymore. You pushed that away to be dealt with later. One life altering thing at a time. 

Kate sat quietly with you, tapping away on her phone, while you looked ahead at the wall without really seeing it. You were distracted still with thoughts of John. 

Kate did force you to go with her, gently pushing you out to her car and then keeping up a steady stream of chatter. Most of it was neighborhood gossip, obtained through her usual sources. Some of it was about goings on. There were only a couple prying questions thrown in, which you dodged with aplomb. 

Dinner continued on the same way, though you felt more and more yourself as the two of you fell into your verbal jousting. It helped, even as you grumbled at Kate. 

Finally, though, the two of you drifted off to do your own things again. Kate went up to her room, to read or work or possibly both. 

You closed the door to your room and leaned back against the door, staring down at your phone. One deep breath in. 

You hit call.

[the-not-so-silent-back-up]

The Love We Choose

Geraskier ModernAU

a big THANK YOU @cherrychapsticksteve for helping me out figuring some stuff out

Summary: Geralt is a Firefighter, but more important he is a single Dad to 4 y/o Ciri. Regularly they go to a cute little Coffeeshop where Jaskier works. And little Ciri is on a mission to help her Dad to find somebody to love.

Chapter - 1 -

Geralt is waiting outside the Kindergarten to pick up his daughter, there are a few other parents who are talking. But Geralt only knows one of them really so he just waits in silence. He has been alone with Ciri for a few months now, but it's still a weird feeling to come home and see Yennefer's desk empty. 

They have loved each other, they really did but he is bound to his hometown and she needed to be flexible and be able to go on Business trips all the time. Geralt believed that after Ciris' birth things would be different, and things were different for a year at best. But then everything went back to the same old routine. Yennefer was in New York or London or Berlin and Geralt sat at home, the only thing that was truly different, Geralt wasn't alone, no there was Ciri, his daughter, his whole world that he needed to protect. 

When Ciri was old enough to go to the Kindergarten Yennefer and Geralt figured out that they needed to go separate ways. Yennefer loves her Job to much, she really was the unpaid intern that made it to the top of this really big Marketing firm. And she isn't a family person, she tried to be one for Ciri, but she was afraid that she will regret that and will blame Ciri for it in the future, and her daughter didn't deserve this. 

So now when Yennefer is in town, the three spend time together as a little family. It wasn't the family Geralt hoped for, but it's real. And some parents might not believe it but they are all really good with this. In the time they spend with Ciri they are really happy, and the phone calls Ciri has with her mother weekly are really good for their relationship. 

Geralt came to the conclusion that having a family that is really happy and working is much better than to force a family together to fit the image everyone has. 

Roach is pulling on the leash, Ciri has to be in sight. This Dog really loved this Child, and she would do anything to protect her. She once growled at a pigeon because it scared Ciri.

"Daddy, Daddy did you know that hedgehogs eat slugs?" 

"No ,I didn't know that, where did you learn this from?" Geralt picked the little backpack up and took Ciris tiny hand. 

"Miss McHall read a book about hedgehogs and there was a list of what they eat. And then in the garden Benni searched for a slug to try it himself, but he didn't find one." 

"Hmm" Geralt didn't know how to reply to that. 

"Daaaad is today a hot chocolate day?"

"sadly not sweetheart, I forgot my wallet at work but tomorrow is a hot chocolate day I promise" 

"Oh Daddy, you really forget everything when I don't remind you" Ciri shakes her head a bit "But this time I wanna try the strawberry pie for real this time"

"I think Benni wanted to impress the girls," Ciri said at the dinner table "with the slug". What a strange topic at dinner. Geralt frowns in surprise.

"He always does those stupid things and then he runs up to the other girls and shows what he did. When Dara and I were spies we saw that." 

Geralt carefully listens to his daughter. 

"I mean finding a slug isn't impressive, and eating one is kinda mean because what will the hedgehog eat ? What you do is impressive Dad, you save people and teach other people how to save people." 

"Thank you darling" Being a Father and a Firefighter isn't always the best mix but everytime Ciri says things like that it makes Geralt so proud.

"Uhm Dad, did you see that woman again, the one you went on a pizza date with?"

"Hmm no, she called me this morning and told me that I am nice but she has some family trouble and needs to focus on her family." 

"Oh okay"

Yeah Geralt had a few dates every now and then. Yeah Ciri is his whole world, but he still is a Human and he misses the Romance in his life. The truth is Geralt hasn't the best dating game. He doesn't know what to talk about, when he doesn't talk about Ciri or his work or his Dog. He doesn't mention his daughter on the first dates, and when they actually reach a second or third date and Geralt tells them he is a single dad, most people refuse to see him again, it's just a big commitment for them. But also some of them just saw the big strong firefighter with all the muscles and not the man behind them and that's when Geralt says this isn't working out. 

Ciri lays awake in bed, she could hear the TV from the living room. For sure her dad is lonely, but all this adult stuff is so confusing. In Kindergarten everything is easier, like you ask someone if you wanna be friends, then they ask you what you like to play and what's your favorite animal and then you are friends. And one day you draw a picture just for them and you are best friends. But adults don't work like that.

"My Dad needs my help to find someone to watch those silly romantic movies." Ciri whispers to herself. And she already has someone in mind and she has a plan, sort of.

The next day Geralt brought Roach back home before he went to pick up Ciri, and he checked for his wallet three times. He waited as usual in front of the kindergarten. Ciri is running right up at him, in her beautiful green dress. This morning they had an argument because Ciri wanted to wear her favorite dress so badly and Geralt was afraid that she would mess it up in the Kindergarten, but as Ciri promised it's all fine and she looks like the little princess she is to Geralt. 

"Hot Chocolate Day!" Ciri is chanting as she is running to her Dad.

"Yes Sweetheart today I am fully prepared for the Coffeeshop."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!"

The Coffeeshop is near the Park where Ciri's favorite playground is. That's how they discovered it. Geralt pushed Ciri on the swing when a heavy rain surprised them. Geralt covered his daughter under his jacket and ran in the next building he found. The sweet little Coffeeshop at the Park. Geralt liked it because it wasn't that big and not many people fit in there and Ciri loved it because it's near her favorite playground and because they have so many beautiful cups and mugs. 

They arrived at the Coffeeshop and because they already became regulars so they got greeted nicely. At first Geralt didn’t like it that strangers knew Ciri’s name, but he got used to it and the staff here is really nice. 

A young tall man came up to their table and Ciri jumps up and ran towards him 

"Jaskier! Look that’s my favorite dress” 

“Oh hi Ciri it’s really beautiful, you look like a princess” 

Geralt watches the scene with eagle eyes, but he knows Jaskier is no harm for his little girl, he is usually their waiter when they are in the Coffeeshop.

Jaskier lets Ciri twirl around herself, so the pretty green dress starts flying. 

“My Daddy says that too.” Ciri stops spinning.

“Your Daddy says what ?” Jaskier seems to be confused with that statement.

“This morning my Daddy also said that I look like a princess. And when I am a princess my Dad must be a king right?”

“Then lead me to your king, princess Ciri.” 

Jaskier could clearly see Geralt sitting at their favorite spot at the window, but he likes to play along with Ciri’s little games. 

“Your Majesty I present to you, your daughter princess Ciri” Jaskier takes a bow in front of Geralt and Ciri tries to stay in character but could resist a little laugh.

“I have been sent directly from the kitchen to ask what the King and his daughter would like to eat and drink today.”

Geralt is a little lost for words, normally these silly games stay between Ciri and Jaskier, but now he is dragged into it like a theater play and he hasn’t learned his lines. Geralt tries his best to play along because he knows how much it means to his little girl if he does.

“May he bring us hot chocolate and strawberry pie for the princess and mint tea and cheesecake for me the King.” 

Ciri giggles again.

“I like Jaskier he always so funny and nice to us”

“Yeah that is true” 

Geralt stares out of the window, and he just enjoys the quiet coffeeshop. It wasn’t actually quiet but it wasn’t stressful like his day at the fire station. There was a fire near in the forest this morning, just because some stupid assholes had Barbeque last night and didn’t end their fire properly. 

He turns around and on the table are the ordered pies and his tea but no hot chocolate is there and Ciri is gone too. 

Panic runs through Geralt's veins, where is she?  He was just looking away for a second. But then he saw her holding on to Jaskier’s hand as they picked a cup for her hot chocolate. How could he forget that she always picks a new beautiful cup to drink her hot chocolate from. She walked back to her Dad and sat next to him on the bench.

“I picked a cup with stars and the moon on it”

Jaskier walks over to their table and places Ciris cup right next to her pie. 

“I saw there was smoke in the forest, was there a fire?”

At first Geralt is confused because he never told Jaskier that he is a Firefighter, but then he remembered that Ciri talks a lot with Jaskier if he has the time.

“Yeah there was a fire, but gladly it was near the forest not directly in there.” Jaskier looks relieved.

“Some people made a barbeque there and the remaining hot ashe lit the dry grass on fire”

Geralt could see the disbelief in Jaskier’s face, he really couldn’t hide his emotions.

“I hope you and your crew are okay”

“We are good, it was just another fire because of careless people”

He didn’t wanna say drunk people in front of Ciri, but the look on Jaskier’s face showed him that he did understand what he meant with “careless”.

“Ciri, your Dad is truly a hero, he and his crew saved the forest”

Ciri grinned and cheered “yes they are all heroes, my Dad, uncle Eskel, uncle Lambert and Vesemir” 

New customers enter the place and Jaskier has to  leave Geralt and Ciri. They eat and drink and Ciri told stories from the Kindergarten and from her best friend Dara. Even more people entered the coffeeshop as they left. They waved Goodbye to Jaskier and left the busy place. With Ciri’s tiny hand in his own he was so happy he had a daughter like her and this little coffeeshop they could call their special place. 

[evelynwinters1]

Gift-less pt.3

Ranpo was informed by Minoura of Mori's predicament. Ranpo told Kunikida and Tanizaki to handle it for him because it's 'too hard riding the train' his words not mine. Kunikida took it as a chance to escape Dazai's torment, but Tanizaki left the job of being Kunikida's companion to you.

Kunikida let me stop at my apartment before we left so I could grab my camera and notepad. Because I don't officially work for the ADA, my tagalongs are sparse but fun nonetheless. I'd have them ready beforehand had I known about the mission back then.

When we got there, there were police cars, paramedics and firefighters everywhere. Mori was in the back of the ambulance as EMTs informed us of Mori's immediate transport to the hospital. Kunikida and I rode to said hospital in the ambulance with Mori and Elise.

Mori's face during the ride was twisted in an immeasurable pain. I was thoroughly impressed that Elise was still manifested. We didn't have to wait long after Mori got emergency stitches because of Kunikida's occupation.

During questioning, the infamous mafia boss had indulged in our curiosity and told us about Ace's disappearance along with his 'subordinates'. We were also told that shortly before then, ace had held a man named Fyodor Dostoevsky captive. Mori was well aware of Ace's fascination of recruiting the people he interogates, so he knew of Ace's plan in forcing Fyodor to be subservient to him.

It was then we also found out about Fyodors' cooperation in the fall of the Moby Dick.

Kunikida wrapped up our interrogation and headed back to the crime scene neatly kept by law enforcement. I take out my camera and started to take necessary pictures. The entirety of the mission let to 9 clues total.

1. Moris' assault

2. Vehicle vandalism with explosives

3. Attacker left unnoticed

4. Bystander effect; the crowd that had apparently developed during the crime made no attempt to help Mori or stop the assailant from running away.

5. Disguise was not found. While not an immediate clue to the investigation, I think it's a relatively good idea to keep a note of it. Lack of evidence can be just as good as a nail in a coffin. Maybe?

6. The assailant who had disguised himself as an officer, was alone. No car or coworkers.

7. Summary of Mori's testament. Fyodor was (supposed to be) in mafia executives 'care' for information extraction and attempted forced servitude.

8. Ace and his minions disappearance (ties with clue 7)

9. Depth of Mori's wound. While normally we wouldn't consider this a clue of any kind, i overheard the nurses not-so-quiet whispering of Mori's wound. The wound was approximately 4-5 inches deep. Likely this was caused by a large folding knife. Something reasonably small when folded making it easy to hide.

When we got back to the agency, Dazai had apparently taken off behind us when we left and has yet to get back. I have to go pick up seeds anyway, just got to hope that the shopping mall is still open after that mess.

Fyodor POV

I sit myself in front of my computers amusingly stressed.

'My encounter with Dazai was surely an oversight on my part. I've met the bandaged man at Mukorotoride with Shibusawa, after all'.

I lean my head back, trying to rid my dizziness. "Dazai" I think aloud. My racing thoughts refusing to still.

'Even now, he manages to be a thorn in my side. A roach that can seem to die'. A message appears on one of the many screens.

'Or mind his own business for that matter' I smile, "I promise, this man will be the bane of my existence".

✉️ Dazai:

Nice attempt at trying to stop me, my formidable rival! Almost killed me there! But unfortunately for you, I choose to die by the side of a beautiful woman. See-ya! 😉🫡🦀

Note: It's rushed. I'm sorry! Please forgive me 🥲 -Eve-chan

P.s. I'm officially open to requests!

[pissandcigarettes]

VSA today

First call of our long long shift.

Firefighters arrived first. Didnt start CPR right away, waited to see what we thought, whether the patient was "workable or not"

Fair decision, it IS our call anyway.

Started resuscitation

Mid-60's, squatters apartment, copious amount of vomit, sitting in a chair, slumped forward. Roaches and bed bugs

Transported to the hospital with a pulse back.

Cleaned up, cup of tea.

On to the next call

[thelaisydazy]

We find out it’s everyone’s favorite puppy’s birthday and bake a dog friendly cake for the best baby

and some cookies for the 141 too I guess

mostly for everyone’s favorite firefighting puppy

The goodest boy NEEDS HIS CAKE

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It was well after closing and you were still at the bakery. You’d heard through Johnny that it was Riley’s birthday today and you wanted to drop off something for the pup. Luckily, your boss was more than happy to let you use the bakery to prepare a little doggy cake and a tray of cookies. 

Covered in flour and icing made from greek yogurt and peanut butter, you admired your work. You weren’t exactly skilled at cake decorating, but even you had to admit the little cake looked cute. It was simple, just some nice icing swirls. The cookies were even simpler, just a batch of plain sugar cookies.

You loaded everything into boxes and balanced them in your arms as you locked the door. You spare a look at the gray sky, you had to hurry up and drop everything off before it started to rain.

It wasn’t easy, but after a while you finally managed to reach the station house. Using the heel of your shoe, you knock on the side door. 

It’s Kyle that greets you, that beautiful smile on his face. “Hello luv,” he says warmly before his eyes flicker to the boxes in your arms. Without asking he reaches to lift them from your arms. “What’re you doing here?”

“Johnny mentioned it was Riley’s birthday,” you say smiling back at him as he takes the boxes. “I wanted to drop off some goodies. There’s a dog-safe cake for Riley and some sugar cookies for the rest of you.”

“Gaz!” You hear Johnny call from further inside. “Is Simon back wi’ Riley?” He rounds the corner, spotting you with a wide grin. “Bonnie!”

“Our sweet thing came to drop off cake and cookies,” Kyle said, shuffling back as Johnny came running up. “I was about to invite them in.”

“Oh, no I don’t wanna impose,” you said. “Besides, I should head home before the rain starts.”

Almost on cue, the sky opened up, dumping buckets of water outside. 

“Or maybe I could stick around..”

“That’s th’ spirit!” Johnny laughed. “C’mon, we’re get’n set upstairs.” 

You follow Kyle and Johnny upstairs, greeting Price and Gary with a smile. Price was standing at the base of a ladder, cigar between his lips as he held the ladder steady for Gary, who was at the top hanging some blue and yellow streamers. “What have we got here?” Price asks, looking you over. 

“Cake for Riley,” Kyle answers, placing the boxes down  on a counter. 

“An’ cookies!” Johnny piped in, opening the cookie box and swiping one for himself. Kyle shooed him away before he could take any more. 

A few moments later, the door opens and Simon comes trudging in, Riley in tow. They’re both soaked, but they perk up as soon as they see you. Riley’s leash slips from Simon’s hand as the dog runs for the cookie in Johnny’s hand.

You grab a dish towel from the kitchen and walk up to Simon, tossing it over his wet hair. “You got rained on,” you giggle. He hums in response, bending so you can dry his hair more easily, just happy to be standing near you.

[disasterarea-podcast]

Some other tidbits about the Texas City explosion:

In “City on Fire,” there’s a story about a kid who was running hand in hand with an adult away from the first explosion. It blew, and they were still running, but when the kid looked up the adult was … uh, missing everything from the neck up.

The tidal wave resulting from the blast sent the barge the Longhorn II about 250 feet inland, where it ended up on top of a “No Parking” sign.

A pair of pilots were offered $10 by people who wanted to go up in the air in their Piper Cubs and watch the burning Grandcamp from above. When it blew, it knocked the wings off both planes, sending them spiraling to the ground and killing all on board.

If you’re super anti-capitalist, you can take a little joy from the fact that the Monsanto plant at Texas City got absolutely WASTED. (One hundred and forty-five people died, which is about a third of the people at work that day, which is the sad part. But the plant … obliterated.)

When the Grandcamp blew, all of the Texas City Fire Department save one were there fighting the fire. The explosions vaporized them; their bodies were never found. The twenty-eighth and sole surviving member ended up having to coordinate for the hundreds of firefighters who showed up from other towns as far away as California.

Because we’re talking about Texas in 1947, when they’d bring patients covered in oil and whatnot from the explosion to local hospitals, they needed to clean them off and check their real skin color to see if they would be put in the nicer ward or not.

There was this priest, Father Bill Roach, who was well-known in Texas City, particularly in helping the Black and Latino community. After the fire, a lot of people saw him going body to body, giving the last rites. Except it wasn’t him they were seeing. It was his identical twin Johnny, who’d come to town to help out. Father Bill Roach was found dead of (presumably) shock or a heart attack, not a scratch on him.

Walter Winchell kept going on the radio and saying there would be a third explosion, scaring the crap out of a lot of people. One of the men assisting with disaster relief called his staff to say that wasn’t true and told them he needed to retract it. He didn’t, and just kept on saying it, because nothing ever changes and time is a circle.

When they were trying to find a place to bury the 63 victims following the disaster, they got turned down by at least one community because the bodies were so destroyed they couldn’t tell their race, and the cemetery didn’t allow white and Black people to be buried together.

After the disaster, epidemiologists were concerned about the spread of disease in the city given all the destruction and dead bodies still around. So the disaster area was sprayed from the skies … with DDT. (To, you know, *ensure* there’d be disease in the city in a couple of decades.)

So here’s the thing. Ammonium nitrate is our old friend on the podcast. Our old arsonist friend who keeps blowing things up, and we go, “Damn it, George, again?” But there’s a big lesson to learn from all this - if you see something on fire, and the smoke is weird colors like yellowish-orange, RUN. DO NOT STAND THERE. YES, IT’S VERY PRETTY. NOW GET THE HELL AWAY. At best, you looked a little silly running for safety. At worst, you escape some egregious destruction and maybe keep all your body parts. (If you watch videos of the Beirut explosion, you can see the different-colored smoke right before it goes off.)

Why no photos? Let’s have some photos!

watching a video about this cargo ship that blew up in texas in the 40’s and it’s like . i know that with a lot of incidents especially older ones like this the reason that the safety standards were so shitty was because they literally did not know that these kinds of disasters COULD happen (and in many cases these disasters are what MADE the safety standards better) but sometimes you just learn about this shit and you think. how could all these people be so stupid

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[mockingnerd]

Say It, Loser: A Griddlehark Playlist That Goes a Little Hard Hello I am sharing this little beast that’s been rattling around my head for a while!! I listen to metal and punk rock almost exclusively and am also a gay nerd so I kept stumbling across stuff that follows their dynamic chronologically through the first two books (and then there’s a “bonus” at the end). Gorgeous cover art by @softbrambles​ used with permission. Tracklist and favourite lyrics below!

1. Death To All But Us! | Blood Command Now we have to do what I say Go where I may or be gone

2. Big Shot | IRONTOM I want your fingerprints all over me Cause if they find me dead they should know who it be

3. Do What You Want | Electric Enemy Galvanisе every part of me whеnever you want You're going to do what you want

4. Wake the Dead | Fit For Rivals Wake the dead, it's time to break down Follow me until, until we waste away

5. Stunner | World War Me (this is my peak griddlehark song, i could put literally every line here) Yeah, I'm a bit of a psycho baby I'm my own worst enemy You keep me lit like a lightbulb feeding off the pain and misery Cause' you were a bad bitch I was a savage Livin' off our own extremities So wе tick like a time bomb set to dеtonate eventually Little did I know you were gonna get the best of me Goddamn!

6. Unspun | Jackie It might be suicide To mix your blood and mine But call me crazy I feel it lately You’re my new favourite thing

7. Misery | Dope, Drama Club I'd kill myself or anyone else for you

8. Blind and Frozen | Beast in Black God, I miss you like hell I was wrong, I can tell For the heart can be blind and frozen

9. Trust Fall | Pinkshift I dug a deep hole to bury you, oh

10. Liar | Papa Roach Take my secrets down to the water 'Cause I can't keep them down any longer I swear to God but he knows that I'm lying Liar, liar your world's on fire

11. Talk to Me | Scarlett O’Hara Are you still around? I can feel the air getting heavy I’ll sit on the ground Beside your hollow soul Sharing your world but I get the feeling that you got nowhere to go Losing the fight inside, locked inside your mind

12. Cynosure | In Flames Who’s at the wheel? Say a word, say anything, I will be healed Who’s at the wheel? Say a word, say something that will make it real

13. Back From the Dead | Royal Republic You, you can bring me back from the dead You just gotta use your pretty head

*BONUS Kiriona song because NtN brought the pain: 14. Exit Wound | Otherwise I'm not thinking this through Living my life like an exit wound Blow back, blown out Throwback, thrown out No more scars left to hide Thrill is gone, still in the firefight

[sunflowersoldat]

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley & Task Force 141

Drabbles/One-Shots-

Embers & Whiskey

Burning Pages - Yurei:

Boots are Made for Walking Red boots are good for psychological warfare Eyes Wide Shut First kiss Alone One step closer to the edge Pretty Little Liar A confrontation More Than We Bargained For Till the Stars Turn to Ash

No Rescue Mission goes belly up

Don't look down A firefight and a deserted teammate

I Fell In Love Journal entry

90 Minutes to Midnight - Kit & Frost:

Baby Sitter Sister Roach's baby sister gets introduced to the team.

Good Fuckin Girl (outside of this AU) Kit, Ghost and Soap destress after a grueling mission.

Secret Mission Kit does recon for Price

Snowball A new friend joins the 141

Bullet for My Valentine - Croc:

Recruit Ghost trains with the new recruit

Death Roll The jungle is no place for games

Loose Ends No one wanted this

Turncoat This didn't go according to plan

Raptor: (within the 90 Minutes to Midnight Au )

Close Call The 141 have a run-in with a deadly merc

Series

Guide to Cheating Death