The Ritalin Is Kicking In, I Am Going To Blog Instead Of Study Hehehhehhehehgehge *rubs Hands*
the ritalin is kicking in, i am going to blog instead of study hehehhehhehehgehge *rubs hands*
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and sorry for not answering asks, i live in shame (again) and i draw very slowly
ah fuck it, thinkin abt: taking public transport with kruger and nikto (especially self indulgent bc i absolutely despise my commute)
going onto a train car hand in hand with nikto and it’s not so bad at first. it’s a little crowded but you’re not shoulder to shoulder with anybody (except nikto).. until the next station over where a whole flood of people get on and it turns into nikto essentially caging you into the train wall with his body.
the thing about nikto is that he and everything about him; from his height, to his built body, and even down to the aura he exudes. it all silently commands respect. so there’s a very, very clear distinction between nikto’s space and everyone else’s. and all other passengers aboard tries their damndest not to step into it, at all costs, even if the train is packed to capacity.
he glances down at you, mirth twinkling in his icey blue eyes. “are you ok, rodnaya?” his eyes never leaving yours, even with the intensity of the moving train and the slight sway of the floor.
a little nod from you has them crinkling in a way you’re intimately familiar with, which is when he’s happy. his heart flutters just a tiny bit, overjoyed at being able to protect you and keep you safe, even in mundane happenings like this.
his eyes then survey the train car again, making sure that no one’s too close to you. he leans his head down, murmuring into your ear, “look at them, khoroshenkaya, packed together like sardines in a tin.” he chuckles (unreasonably hot and dangerous considering the situation you’re in) and gently takes your chin in his hand.
“hm, and you.. my little prince/ss. my sweetheart. i’ll do whatever you ask, yes? anything and everything you want.” pressing a chaste kiss to your lips through his black surgeon’s mask.
by the time you and nikto snap out of your shared reverie you’ve missed your initial stop by three stations.
oops.
ah well, riding the train in the opposite direction now just gives him additional time to sweep you off your feet..even if you’re already dating.
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when the doors of the bus swing open, kruger always ushers you inside first. tapping his card twice on the reader (as if he’d ever allow you to pay for anything) and letting you to grasp his hand to lead him to your desired seat.
if space allows, he’d like for you to sit on one of those single seats, facing the aisle with him standing at your side as if he were your knight.
but if there were only those double seats available he’d assist you to sit in the window seat and him, the aisle seat. his arm wrapped around your shoulder and pulling you closer to his chest whenever the bus swerved a bit too hard.
and if there were no seats available?
kruger held onto the overhead grip, his leisurely stance very out of place with the wild way the bus turned this and that direction. his other arm was wrapped firmly against your waist, squeezing you tightly to his side.
“faring well haschen?” his hand rubs up and down your waist soothingly, eyes flitting to yours to see if you’re doing alright.
“yea—ah!” the bus swerves abruptly again, as if out to specifically ruin your day. kruger adapts easily, catching you before you could go flying (as if you weighed nothing), arm casually readjusting around your waist.
he sighs, exasperated from this god awful driving, coaxing you to cling onto him even more.
“hold tight, mausi.” he nuzzles his mouth into the crown of your head, a kiss through his mask. your arms wrap tightly around him, more akin to a python’s grip than an actual hug (he doesn’t mind, he never does). while bored, your eyes hone in on the way his arm tenses and flexes when he has to adjust his grip on the handle, downright ogling at him and his casual strength.
“enjoying the view, schatzi?” you can hear the smirk in his voice when his comment snaps you out of your daze.
“no.” your curt reply a little too fast, a bit petulantly as you bury your face into his chest, slightly flushed. he can only chuckle as he pats your waist comfortingly.
“ ‘s ok mein liebe. you can have more of this view at home.” he spends the remainder of the bus ride just admiring you and your cute little expressions when you catch him staring.
the rest of the ride goes well without a hitch (ie. you didn’t go flying through the bus’ front windows) even if you did get tossed around a bit.
and when the bus finally stops he wraps an arm around your shoulder, ushering you quickly out of the bus and nearly shoulder checking some poor sap on the way out.
kruger is one mean bastard and impatient to boot, and he’s not afraid to show it. ‘tsk-ing’ when someone’s walking too slowly for his liking or taking up too much room on walk ways
he WILL shoulder check someone for the above mentioned, he absolutely would. he’s more than willing to be rude to someone who’s annoying you (or heaven forbid, being MEAN to you, god help them) and in turn, him as well.
if someone’s standing too close or cuts you off when walking he’ll bark out an authoritative “watch it.” or “move.” it always sends people packing. and if it doesn’t? that nasty glare of his and murderous aura always does the trick.
has and will continue to run with you in his arms up and down the stairs. he got so fed up with the crowded stairs one time that he just scooped you up bridal style and ran up those stairs in 5 seconds flat, without even having to take a breath after.
“what mausi?” he questions, playing dumb and shrugging his shoulders. “you can’t just pick me up and run up the stairs seb!” you smack his chest, embarrassed. he laughs it off “well it worked didn’t it? and besides schatzi, what do i have these muscles for if not to help you, hm? i’m retired now, these are all for you.” and well. you can’t be mad at him after that can you?
god help any other passengers that happen to be nearby if both nikto AND kruger are accompanying you on public transport. everybody else would be maintaining a 6ft (minimum) distance from you three at all times, at all costs. (and, hey, no complaints from you, so. /shrug/)
waaghhhhh, cute!!!!!!! i could share my brushes! but they are procreate brushes, and maybe photoshop importable
he's looking at you, will you kiss his forehead?
Not only do I kiss him, I give him a bouquet of roses!
(I liked your marker brush so much I wanted to do something similar)
Oooh taking off nikto's mask thoooo
when you saw nikto's face for the first time, it was on a balmy night. you were deployed to a small section of the middle east, hunting down one of zakhaev's groups. but it'd been so, so long, and even a man such as himself, one burdened by the need for revenge, can only wait for so long.
so, you set up camp for the night.
you traded cigarettes with one another. he had the cheap, crude kind-- the sort that you smoke only to take the edge off. (really, you only liked them because his chapped lips touched each one before he passed them onto you.)
you still remember the look in his eyes. he was magnetic, this character that disturbed you but drew you in with every little quip and brooding look. there was-- is-- something about him that you just can't shake.
the night set in, and after smoking for quite a while, you both got into the tent. it was small. if a strong wind came through, it would've knock it down with the two of you in it. but you weren't nervous, not with nikto around.
he always wore a face-covering, often a mix of fabrics and tactile material. you knew of the campfire tales from your rookie days of what he endured, of how zakhaev tortured him, each story more exaggerated than the last. you don't really know what happened, you just know it was bad enough for him to always hide behind a mask.
like a fool, you asked him about it. and he answered by turning around, presenting the clasp to you, daring you to release him from the measly pieces keeping the mask together.
you did. your fingers hesitated before undoing the clasp, but you did it. he did not flinch-- he wasn't bluffing or trying to prove a point. he just let you do it, and you weren't sure of why. maybe it was because you were alone, or that he liked that your mouth touched his cigarettes, or maybe he just wanted to give you something to write home about.
was he beautiful, or ugly? was he "atrocious" and "blighted by scars?" maybe. maybe not. this character that people formed, that he played into, was not all it was made out to be. he looked just as tired as everybody else, just as sullen. you saw him as andre that night, not just nikto, the man who kills and terrorizes.
Ooohh but thicker nikto thooo hear me outt
YOU ARE RIGHT
cannot....... lock in.........
i have to lock in right now or i will be so cooked
i don't know what to feel about the new paswg
Krueger notices how nikto now rests the weight of him gun against his chest as he takes his turn to sleep during his lookout shift.
He's trying to replicate the weight of your head resting on his chest.
sweet and silly dessert thoughts with my fave cod men
nikto who would crawl through hell and back for a chance at hand feeding you your favorite chocolate covered strawberries. one hand holding the strawberry and the other delicately positioned underneath incase some chocolate falls. silently fawning over you as he watches your chubby cheeks bounce when you chew, just like a cute hamster, his little one.
nikto who declines having the strawberries himself, instead electing to steal a sweet kiss from your lips, the taste of sweet chocolate and strawberry now lingering on his lips. he simply can’t get enough.
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simon who looks surprised when he snaps back in from his reverie (he was busy staring at your cute face, yes he will deny it) and you’re holding the first bite of your fruit tart in front of his face. a little bit of tart crust, cream and some berries on it. his confusion melts into something more soft, adoring as he allows you to feed him the first bite of your fruit tart.
the bites go back and forth between you and him, until your treat is nearly gone and you’re happily feeding him the last bite. he’s all soft smiles and an even softer gaze as you skip hand in hand with him out the cafe. he casually leans down to press a chaste kiss to your forehead with a quiet but loving, “thanks, birdie.”
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kruger who snatches a bite of HALF of your lobster tail pastry when you’re too distracted by a cute dog. snickering whilst chewing when you turn around again, confusedly looking at your pastry before looking at him. and giving him a slap on the chest when he manages to giggle “boyfriend tax, haschen”. the look on your face is worth the scolding you give him after, just like a little angry kitty he says (he’s not helping his case)
after playfully harrumphing at him and ignoring his affections for two blocks he offers to make amends by buying you a pack of macarons, and pinky swearing he’ll ask first this time. (to his credit he actually does) which earns him a nice big kiss on his cheek in return, see schatzi he can be nice!
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johnny who buys you that slice of rich chocolate cake you were eyeing in the store. a bite or two of it is enough for you, it’s a little too decadent to have all at once but you don’t want it to go to waste. this is where johnny comes in, man is willing to eat just about anything you don’t want anymore, more than happy to in fact.
his only condition to it is that you have to be hand feeding him every bite of it. preferably whilst comfortably seated in his lap, so your day takes a detour to the local park. seated on the green grass whilst johnny hugs your waist and you hand feed him each bite of the cake until it’s all gone. he couldn’t ask for a better way to spend the day if he’s being honest. (maybe a small kiss to sweeten his day even more, bonnie?)
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gary whose eyes light up with excitement at the first bite of japanese strawberry shortcake. hand delicately covering his mouth as he chews, he gives you a cute vigorous nod when you ask him if he likes it. while feeding him another bite you decide to tease him a little.
“y’know what’s in common about you and this cake?”
he cocks his head a bit to the side (much like a cute dog) and shakes his head. you grin at him, “you’re both my favorite!” and the effect is immediate. a cute pink flush spreading across his cheeks and a little flustered giggle escaping him. he’s too adorable to resist, and you press a little kiss to his already pink cheeks.
“how about i make it for your birthday hm? how’s that sound?” he nods excitedly once more, feeding you the last bite of cake whilst nuzzling his head into your neck like a content cat.
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