mr. numbers

indie rp for mr. numbers from fargo. married to wrxnch.

[samanthapanther]

[colonelmorxn]

" … Would it make you feel better if I said I own it? "

[pxrtner-blog]

"Can you get me in and out of there without any paperwork?"

[colonelmorxn]

" I like being alive, so no. I do know a fantastic shooting range, though. "

[pxrtner-blog]

" -- Yeah, thanks for the offer, but no."

[bullshitreigned-a-deactivated20]

“Sir, I think you need to calm down." 

[pxrtner-blog]

"And I think you should mind your own business, ma'am. I'm perfectly calm."

[pxrtner-blog]

"I need a target. Any volunteers?"

[pxrtner-blog]

wrxnch

« Are you seeing this? Why are we even watching this crap? »

[pxrtner-blog]

hi guys i know i havent been around much i'm mostly over at @selfpreserves lately but i want to let you know numbers isn't going anywhere and, more importantly, i'm going away on a trip for a week without internet/laptop, so!!! official hiatus time.

:* have great holidays!!

[cerceos-deactivated20160308]

Alan Herbert

Medium Format

[justrpmemesandmusings]

Send ↯ for my muse's reaction to yours holding a knife to mine's throat

Send “↯ reverse!” for mine doing it to yours

[dayscrazed]

I have feelings for you that can’t be explained any other way…the only conclusion was love.

Sheldon to Amy (via loverofwarmhugs)

[bullshitreigned-a-deactivated20]

  “I can do my job just fine, sir.      The issue is, you’re legally      not allowed to be here. Now,     you can leave on your own,     or I can escort you out.”

[pxrtner-blog]

"You're not going to ask me if I know anything?"

[pxrtner-blog]

wrxnch:

It’s a good thing Wrench has worked out compromises for when they need to breathe: he exhales the last that he can manages whilst still pressing mouth-to-mouth and then kisses skin instead, nuzzles against him whilst he catches his breath - like he has the right to, the right to be there and so close.

He thinks he does. He thinks he’s earned it. He thinks they’ve come far enough from desperately, angrily getting each other off in Wrench’s bedsit that he has a divine right to treat Numbers so softly, sometimes, to kiss just along the hairline of his beard until his lungs are full again, to crane his head back into the fingers pushed against his scalp.

It's almost too soft. Numbers fingers streak through his hair, though, as he stays still under the press of Wrench's lips at his face. Sometimes this happens after a fight, that softness Numbers is starting to -- not resist so much. Sometimes they just keep fighting even when they kiss.

It's obviously the former, today, and Numbers thinks they kind of deserve that. Hopefully things never come to this again, and hopefully the next time he turns his face so Wrench can keep kissing along his skin, it's not after a situation like this.

Numbers' hand grasps at his side, fingers pushing at the shirt there, pressing against his skin just to feel the warmth of him.

[wrxnch-blog-deactivated20221210]

He doesn’t know what to say. When Numbers pulls away from the kiss he’s guilty of chasing it a little before he catches himself, draws back and exhales. He wants more, expects it to fizzle out after a moment, expects that the need will kind of fade off — and it doesn’t. And he feels a little baited.

He absolutely shouldn’t kiss him again. He abandoned heaven, yes, and he has no intention of ever going back, yes, but — but what? Fuck. His jaw works a little. He can’t think of a good enough excuse not to kiss Numbers again. Not when he wants it so much. He can be mad at himself or regret it later or whatever, maybe or maybe he won’t, but right now, he presses his mouth on Numbers’ again, insistent and close.

[pxrtner-blog]

Numbers is for a moment smug that Wrench is kissing him again. For an angel Wrench seems to have little qualms about kissing a demon, which only makes Numbers more into this -- and when Wrench's lips are on his again he doesn't hesitate to kiss him back but gives him the lead, lets him show the way, lets him kiss how he wants to.

Lets Wrench take him where he wants to go, for now.

Part of him thinks he still has control, and the other doesn't care if he's relenting some of it to Wrench. Doesn't care at all.

[wrxnch-blog-deactivated20221210]

This is easier. Gentler. It feels like a trick, and Wrench keeps battling thoughts he’s tried to abandon, about what demons are and what they do, and this — this kissing sets something stirring in his gut and for now, just for a minute, he lets himself tell himself that it’s all Numbers. All demon trickery. That he wants it because Numbers is making him want it. That doesn’t stop him from sighing and returning the kiss.

[pxrtner-blog]

This is actually going well. Better than Numbers expected -- not that he'd thought about this much (or had he?). Whatever it was between them they'd never adressed so directly, and now it was hard to avoid seeing it when it was staring at you in the eyes.

Or kissing you back, sighing against your lips.

Numbers' hand slips back down to Wrench's face as he ends the kiss, kind of wanting to see what Wrench will say, kind of hoping he'll go in and kiss him again himself this time.

[pointclickzoom]

“Oh.”

[pxrtner-blog]

"Think you can handle me just calling you Kayla, then?"

[pxrtner-blog]

tfw u have like 4 threads with someone and 3 of those are just kissing

[pointclickzoom]

"Why not?!"

[pxrtner-blog]

"I don't even call my husband pet names."