pls give me any of the ewskers you are willing to share <3
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— when you break a man’s finger for insulting your wife
can't believe no one was curious about this one smh i love when men are insane about their wives but that's okay. so, this happens once they've settled back into the organisation, and some context here is that diana is not well-liked back there. like, not at all. even though she is a key figure in the bioweapons research there, and her position is high up, she may be respected for that, but she is still regarded with a lot of hostility by agents in the company
so, they are in the main hall, where there are a lot of people present, and this guy walks past them and purposefully bumps into diana while calling her something very not nice under his breath. people side-eye her, but as always, she just ignores it and continues walking. wesker, on the other hand, does not
he instantly picks this guy up by his throat with ease and pins him to the nearest wall before saying in the calmest, most collected voice, "i believe you owe her an apology" and diana is standing there like… so, those things you would casually say about protecting me which would be horrifying to most people were definitely not a joke… interesting. this guy tears his eyes from wesker to look over at her before scoffing and saying in this mocking tone that he sees she has a bodyguard now. not a very wise choice on this guy's part
wesker reaches down with the hand not holding this guys throat, which he's been gently squeezing ever so slightly, and he breaks this agent's trigger finger while tilting his head slightly to watch his reaction. the groan and yelp were nice, but not what he wanted. he wished to make this guy scream in agony for ever speaking to diana in such a way, but all he does is remain graceful about it all, and he repeats himself, saying it would be wise for him to apologise or he might end up with more broken fingers, and oh, he wouldn't be very useful then, now would he?
i will not lie to you, this whole display really turns diana on. like, i'm sorry, but that makes her so woozy. but, he only tightens his grip on this guy's neck, testing him, while everyone in the hall watches this unfold. further context here, this agent was a friend of her ex-husband's and there were a lot of rumours that circulated about what happened to him, even though nothing could implicate her, but they all knew how he had made a fool of her, and as ruthless as she is, they wouldn't have been surprised if she offed him, but this all only added to the insults she would receive
this guy finally realises this isn't an empty threat when it gets very hard to breathe, so he weakly mutters something out. wesker turns his head and puts a hand up to his ear, as if to say 'what was that?' while lessening his grip on the man's throat, and he gasps loudly for breath, which makes wesker roll his eyes (fed up lmao). his eyes dart between the two of them before he apologises to diana, and wesker glances over at her before shaking his head, saying that wasn't good enough, so he gets this guy to plead for her forgiveness, and it's such a satisfying sight for diana
wesker lets him go and he stumbles away while holding his neck and gasping some more, then wesker looks back at her properly and the way her eyes have darkened amuses him far too much. but there is also this… appreciation behind it which catches him off guard, and he wonders how often this sort of thing happens. and yes, she may or may not have walked closer to him and whispered in his ear for him to meet her in her lab in a few before walking away, and he delights in how people in the hall can't even look at him
what's lyra's status at the start of the game after the helicopter crashes!!
after she shows up at dutch's bunker with an open side wound that nicely sells the narrative that she was helplessly caught in the crossfire of the reaping kicking off she rummages through his shit to take inventory of both his knowledge and his resources, you know, no real reason, just making sure that in case of an emergency the bunker's fitted out for checks notes seven years or you know some arbitrary number like that. oh yeah where are the prepper stashes in the area? SO helpful ty this will help SO much. oh are your comms down that's soooooo sad. pouring out half a bottle of whiskey on her side like yeah no i'm good i'm really really good.
she crashes there for the rest of the night of the reaping (much to her chagrin, she would have liked to be with her people nailing sinners to telephone polls, but she couldn't very well go back out into the chaos without raising suspicion from dutch about her distressed damsel schtick). the next day is. the most uneventful of anyone in the county for her because she's a target for exactly no one and dutch still has no signal so she can just slip over to the outposts the project already took over and get reports. ends up just strolling off the island and across the bridge into the valley. shit is blowing up around her. oh well. yes, she will be taking boomer, he knows her, scratch brother john's order, yes, she's overruling him, would you like to call him about it? at a time like this? she didn't think so.
she does get holed up in fall's end for a couple days in the initial town stand-off because she once again can't really waltz past the other peggies without blowing her cover, which she's not prepared to do yet. sits there smoking five cigarettes at once and bleeding all over the spread eagle's floor while she takes town inventory to assess how long it would take to starve them out if it came to it and slips supplies to the project members on the outskirts of town at night during ceasefires. she ends up making a break for it after smuggling out enough town artillery that they can passively run surveillance on it without losing more of their people than they have to.
On the second night, Sivala realises that the stars are brighter on Tatooine.
See, there are some things you forget when you live on a city-world, and the sheer beauty of the galaxy whirling above your head is definitely one of them. On Daiyu, the sky is choked with pollution during the day, and when the lights come on after dark like the many eyes of a waking nightdweller, the stars are blinded by their fluorescence.
Honestly, even if that wasn’t the case, Sivala doesn’t remember the last time she looked up for anything but checking for snipers. It’s— nice.
She says as much to Obi-Wan, seated on the ledge beside her with his legs swinging. His knee brushes hers as he shifts position to study the stars, and the minute touch is enough to have her tensing, something she thought was long-dead heaving one more shuddering breath.
If he notices, he says nothing. Only exhales slowly; sets his poor excuse for a plate aside.
“I’m afraid I’ve… gotten rather used to it.”
“You’ll get used to anything after ten years,” she muses. “Still. It’s a prettier sight than anywhere else I’ve been in a while.”
She doesn’t specify where she’s coming from, nor where she’ll be going once her sojourn here is over. But they have an agreement on that front; he doesn’t ask her about her work, and she doesn’t ask him about what ties him here, to this planet peeled down to its bones. Even if she does sometimes wonder.
“I didn’t take you for an astronomer,” Obi-Wan reflects, something wry about the set of his mouth in the moonlight. “I suppose I never had the time to ask. I never thought to.”
She shrugs. “We had… bigger things to worry about, then.”
“We have big things to worry about now,” he mutters, and his smile doesn’t— doesn’t die, exactly, but it withers, dry as the acres of sand and rock around them.
It’s true. They do have big things to worry about now. Jabiim’s lost to them; the Path functions at half its previous size, limiting itself to only the rumour of a whisper. Darth Vader will never leave her people — and that includes Obi-Wan, now — alone.
But the stars are beautiful on Tatooine, and out in the desert like this — with the twin suns tucked away behind the horizon and nothing but the whisper of the wind filling the air — it feels like they’re the only people on the planet. The only people in the galaxy.
So Sivala exhales. Consciously releases the ache in her chest, just for a little while— and points up at random.
“You remember learning the charts, don’t you? What’s that?”
The look he gives her through his lashes is so sardonic she almost laughs.
“I haven’t been quizzed on star charts in decades, Sivala.”
“Then you’re due a test, I imagine,” she retorts, somewhat primly. “Besides, it’s useful information to have. Just in case.”
Just in case. She doesn’t elaborate. She doesn’t want to.
When he looks unconvinced, she rolls her shoulders back, resting her full weight on her palms behind her so she can take in the sky. Then she nods to a radiant patch of stars due north, so bright that they wash the planet with cold light.
“For example, I’d say that’s the Ghost Tide Nebula. It’s some rough navigation, if I remember correctly, but from here, it looks… quite lovely.”
There’s a pause. Then a rustle as — not to be outdone — Obi-Wan heaves a sigh, leans back with her, and gestures west.
“Tyrius. That— that star over the outcropping. The one flickering. It’s Tyrius.”
With her eyes, she follows the long line of his arm, shoulder-to-elbow, elbow-to-pointer-finger, until she finds the sun in question. She remembers little and less about the Tyrius system, but it’s easy to spot now she knows what to look for.
Somehow, she can’t quite smother her triumph at persuading him to join her in something so mundane as star-gazing. It dredges up a rusty smile from somewhere half-forgotten inside her, and she’s so unused to the sensation that she bites down on her lip to contain it.
His presence in the Force flickers slightly in response, amused, but all he says is, “And over there, that’s Neri.”
“Is it?” She frowns at the distant blue light and leans closer, which is silly of her, because she already knows it won’t change the view. “I thought that was Nen.”
“I have been looking at this sky for ten years, Sivala.”
“And you’ve got old eyes, Obi-Wan, so I’ll forgive you your follies.”
When she turns her head in this position, his face is a matter of inches from hers, but that’s not what surprises her. It’s the strange expression she finds there; the furrowed brow, the crinkling of crow’s feet. How the not-quite smile plays so cautiously at his lips.
For a moment, they do nothing but consider each other. She could read his thoughts right now, she realises. This is the most unguarded she’s ever seen him, and Sivala’s always been oddly in-tune with the Force when it came to people. She could.
She doesn’t. It’s— it’s not something you do to the people you love. You shouldn’t, anyway.
As though sensing the path her thoughts have taken himself, Obi-Wan leans away, eyes skittering to the side. His aura — slowly warming all evening — fades away almost physically, like a blanket ripped off her shoulders.
“Ah. And— and that’s Andooweel in the east, by the horizon.”
“Quite,” she says, coming back to herself so suddenly it knocks her back into her earlier position, away from him. “Yes.”
by the time faith crawls through holly’s window, it’s well past 3am. well, at least according to the polka-dot clock on holly’s desk that faith has to squint at to see through the dark.
her leather pants stick uncomfortably to her skin from the heat, and faith’s pretty sure there’s demon ash caught in her hair. her butt also aches from sitting in the passenger seat of willow’s shitty car all the way from san francisco, and honestly faith’s still not sure why rosenberg can’t just use those jazz fingers of hers to teleport them or something even though giles gives her that look every time she suggests it.
he can bite her, honestly. three days away felt like a lifetime.
stripping out of her demon-stained clothes until she’s in her bra and panties, faith slowly crawls onto holly’s too-soft mattress. even through the dark, she spots the twitch of holly’s mouth. she always was a bad actor.
still, faith plays along. she gently lies down, smirking as holly fights against the smile on her own lips. faith ghosts her finger along the exposed skin of holly’s shoulder, tracing between the freckles there, and bites her lip as she feels holly tense. the moment stretches, and faith could drag this on for longer she knows, but the longing in her aches and gnaws at her throat.
stretching across the pillow, she kisses holly on the nose.
she immediately gets the reaction she’d hoped for as holly crinkles her nose with a burst of laughter. the dam within faith bursts at the sound and she pounces, planting a kiss on holly’s forehead and cheeks and collarbone, twisting herself until holly’s a giggling mess beneath her.
“miss me, baby?” faith whispers once she’s straddling holly, hands planted on either side of holly’s head.
holly smiles, stretching the lipstick stains that now litter her face. “obviously.”
“good,” faith says, and kisses her properly this time.
2. Who is the most insecure and what makes them feel better?
I wanna say it’s Janet. She puts up a front most of the time because she doesn’t like being seen as emotional. But she knows she’s not as wild or as experienced as the other girls that Paulie’s probably been with and she knows that she’s not the… nicest person around, so she’s just worried he’ll get tired of that. A nice cuddle and some reassurance from him fixes that right up, though.
3. Who is the most romantic?
Paulie, just because he’s the type to go out of his way to impress her. I’m sure he thinks there’s little that impresses her given her lifestyle (which isn’t true, she’s always blown away by him) so he always goes all out whenever he does something for her.
4. Who can’t keep their hands to themselves?
Paulie, duh. He’s very touchy feely and he just loves pulling Janet in for hugs whenever he can. She pretends she’s bothered but she’s really not. She likes the attention.
5. Who says ‘I love you’ first?
Paulie. Though, technically he said it when he was drunk at the racetrack when he was waving goodbye to Janet (she didn’t think much about it). But he’s still the first to say it in a much more serious setting later, after the events of Trip to the Country. Just a very desperate ‘I love you’ considering the near death experience they just went through.
6. Who would they ask if they ever had a threesome?
Sam, next question. Kidding, I’m not sure if they’d be the type to have one. Jan would rather have him to herself, so… no threesomes. Especially not with Sam.
7. What do they get up to on a night out?
Typical couple stuff. Paulie treats her out to dinner (though sometimes it’s the other way around), they go watch the movies, and sometimes they’ll walk around the city gallery. Paulie’s not too into the arts, but Jan absolutely loves it, so he’ll do it for her.
8. What do they like in bed?
You didn’t hear it from me, but… Choking. Janet likes his hands. He’s also a magician with his fingers but again you didn’t hear that from me.
9. What is the most embarrassing thing they have done in front of each other?
For Paulie, it’s Jan catching him going ‘chicken goes quack’ while he’s drunk lying in the garbage. For Jan, she’s probably laughed so hard she started snorting. It’s only embarrassing for her because no one’s made her laugh that hard. Paulie thinks it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen.
10. What two songs, two books and two luxury items do they take to a desert island?
