#nmbr1

[jikangai-a]

@nmbr1​ || one-liner call ! 

‘ i wasn’t doing anything !! ‘ 

[axeattitude]

> @nmbr1: 💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment /from nmbr1 aha :) > nonverbal rp starters.

in the low light of the night, kerry feels like he can’t fucking think. 

he doesn’t know where it came from, or why it’s so adamant on staying around: a sliver of unknown dread, a low, harsh thump of a headache right behind his eyes, the realization that his lungs don’t seem to want to cooperate with him as they heave for every hyper-ventilated breath. riker is asleep far as he knows, but stood in the man’s kitchen, he almost hopes he isn’t. at least then, he’d know this is real, not some fucked up figment of some strange nightmare. he’d came here earlier that day on riker’s invitation, and he’s almost glad he isn’t at his own home for this.

leaning over the counter, his elbows resting on it, kerry’s fingers are buried within his hair in a white-knuckled grip. roots burn and cry against the unwanted abuse, but he either doesn’t seem to care or notice - with his watering eyes screwed shut tight and every breath coming far too fast, all he can focus on is the desperate wish for whatever this is to stop. slowly, over the course of the day, it had built itself up--and he hadn’t noticed until it shattered itself, suddenly and without warning. what the fuck is this? he doesn’t understand. he doesn’t know. 

equally unnoticed in his soft-stepped approach is riker. as careful as could be, riker’s large, warm hand spreads across kerry’s heaving back, smoothing up along his spine and across his shoulders, and the rockerboy freezes as he whips his head up and towards the other man with wide eyes. hung briefly in time, everything seems to still... until kerry shrugs riker’s hand off reflexively, defensively, and takes a few jerky steps away, tearing at his hair. just - fuck, walk, he thinks, walk, move this off, but it won’t be that simple, and riker doesn’t give up so easily. 

the jazz man moves towards him again and places his hands heavily on kerry’s shoulders, guiding him to sit nearby, and this time, the rocker doesn’t resist as he seats him. he doesn’t resist when he loosely bumps kerry’s hands from abusing his own hair, either, or when the hand on his back returns. a few long moments pass like that, but eventually, kerry’s breath evens out into something a bit more manageable. not smooth, not normal, but not as emphasized, either, hands curled into fists. calmer. not much, but enough that he doesn’t seem so unexplainably overwhelmed with... something. what, he doesn’t know.

kerry doesn’t speak, but riker’s hand on his back is more welcome than he thinks he could possibly articulate then.

[axeattitude]

> @nmbr1: “anything, just call me, okay?” /from nmbr1!! > five word prompts.

"...yeah. okay.” kerry swallows and it feels like there is glass in his throat as he looks away from riker and lights a cigarette, force of habit, and takes a drag from it. he holds onto the smoke for a few seconds before he blows it off to the side. his gaze noticeably avoids riker. for a few moments longer, at least. 

when kerry glances back to riker, there is something unplacable in his amber-rimmed eyes, within arm’s reach of sadness but not quite that itself. fuck. what’s he ever done to earn that, he wonders. the kindness, loyalty, care, and sincerity, more. riker has placed him leagues ahead of where he thinks he should more rightfully be, but... but he’s grateful all the same. kerry’s expression pinches ever-slightly as he reaches forward and rests his hand on riker’s shoulder, lingering before it pulls away. “i...uh, thank you, will.”

[axeattitude]

> @nmbr1​: [ cover ] /from nmbr1 > word prompts compilation: for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket.

the offices of enterprise records have become something of a haven, riker’s office most of all. listening in on recording sessions, haunting the halls like a quiet ghost, kerry has become a familiar sight. yearning that it was him in the recording booth tickles and begs for attention, never heeded to. he’s considered it, but he contents himself with listening, providing advice or opinions when asked, chatting with those that find themselves moving through. 

it’s... comfortable. kerry had almost forgotten how good a space that is truly safe could feel. he’s written a handful of songs here himself, even (some have been gifted to riker with a high and trusting heart, written out in ink on paper with mistakes, revisions and all, typical discomfort at another seeing the imperfections ignored).

 the quiet of riker’s office holds its own alluring appeal, and one discovery reigning leaps and bounds above the rest: his couch is comfortable as fuck. spread out along it on his side, head resting on a folded arm, kerry lays asleep, his vest and boots tossed onto the floor. when riker carefully drapes a blanket across his form, the rocker stirs only to grab hold of a portion of it to tug it tighter around him, seemingly eager for it even in sleep. and on riker’s couch, now covered by the other man with a blanket kerry hadn’t thought to grab himself, he looks content, his face smooth, expression relaxed.

[wissenfurtha]

❛  do  you  ever  think  of  leaving  it  all  in  the  dust?  the  city,  the  industry,  the  bullshit?  sometimes  it  feels  so  suffocating.  ❜

♡  :  /  /  @nmbr1​.

[halchron]

@nmbr1​​ ♡’d

❝ say, did you ever get your tooth fixed, daichi ? ❞ sugawara imagines not because he surely would’ve been one of the first to hear about it, but he feels the need to ask anyways. it’s pretty funny to think that daichi’s still missing a tooth and just living with it, but that’s probably what was going on.

[kidpariah-blog]

@nmbr1 I can’t believe it finally happened

Well, he was probably overdue for something like this. Be it because he was overconfident, or careless. Though more likely because he was caught off guard, you couldn’t win them all.

Chad had been winning less and less these days to begin with.

Anyone who wasn’t an operative of his caliber might’ve been brawling their eyes out from the way his arm was twisted right now.

Looks like he’d be out of football for awhile.

[kidprophet-blog1]

“I suggest you surrender. There is no ship coming to rescue you.” -g k n d <3

Studio Ghibli Sentence Meme

Battered and bruised Numbuh 5 stood at the end of the corridor, her back back towards a glass panel as she glared down at the other. There’s silence and a thick disdain floating between them. Swallowing thick and bracing herself the girl chuckled before leaning against the wall.

A cocky grin slowly creeping its way over her features as she tipped her hat down, black sunglasses sliding over her eyes. “When has Numbuh 5 ever needed rescue?”

Removing her hat and taking a deep breath Abby throws her legs back against the window frame, smashing it. Hat pressed tightly against her mouth as the draft began to suck them both out.