and i like your jacket reyes

Get it Reyes, get it?? get it… cuz… you’re a smuggler. get it.

Bad pun crew 

fancifultrash  asked:

I'm always weak for Scott and Reyes so you successfully baited me congrats. What about Scott doing something incredibly stupid on Kadara and coming back to the slums with a pissed off and worried Reyes? Cue Scott being super endeared yet annoyed since he's usually the one stressed out over the others stupid ideas.

This was cute. It’s about 1200 words so I’ll put most of it under a read more. Thanks for the prompt!


Reyes hunched forward, his elbows on his knees and his brow creased in concentration. He touched a finger to his earpiece, “I repeat: Aguila 1, do you have eyes on the objective?”

Again, only static answered, punctuated by the stutter of distant gunfire. Reyes willed himself to remain calm but before he could broadcast again, there was crackle of distortion, “Copy, Charlatan. I have eyes on the prize but it’s getting pretty hairy out here. We’re about a click, click and a half east of the base, it’s– it’s an ambush set up but–”

“Aquila, I’m losing you,” Reyes said. More shots. His hands curled into fists as he tried to stuff down the rising swell of panic in his throat. He couldn’t let his scout hear it, “What’s the Pathfinder’s status? Aguila, can you read me?”

“Ryder looks like he’s– and there’s another drop ship arriving, I can see it coming over the–Roekaar, definitely—” the connection was getting worse, Aguila’s voice was barely audible over the static. The Roekaar must have been using jammers, or they were on the other side of the spiny ridge of mountains near the base and the signal was blocked. Either way, Reyes was struggling to get the full picture. What he did know, sounded bad.

He swore under his breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. His mind raced as he tried to pull enough threads together formulate a plan, but there was nothing he could grasp for; he didn’t know exactly where they were, couldn’t pin down Aguila’s transponder location, and didn’t have any patrols in the area east of the rebel base that could immediately assist.

“The turian– down, it looks like– going after her, that dumb son of a bitch is going to–visual confirmation has been lost, I repeat–”

“Stay with him, Aguila. I need eyes on the Pathfinder, don’t let me down,” Reyes urged. His pulse was jumping, his heart hammering at his ribs.

“Negative, Charlatan–too hot, I’m pulling back to point–” the line crackled for a final time, “–see you back in port. Try not to hate me too much.”

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The Commander’s Babysitter

Part 5!

Thank you to everyone who has enjoyed this. I hope you all enjoy this next part. 

Warnings: none

You were sick. You were vomiting, you had fever, you were sweating so much, the fucking aches and pains left you almost immobile. You were sure you were slowly dying. Dying because you got too close to Sombra and Gabe when they were sick. How Gabe got over the sickness in a day was beyond you. Laying in your bed you were sure you would die. You wouldn’t, but you felt so bad that you wanted to die or expected to.

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The Fisher’s Lure - Chapter 18

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10613898/chapters/23860116

Chapter 18: Bleeding Credits

Feeling came back to Reyes’ body slowly, like dew condensing on his skin. He tried to clear his throat, but his muscles had other ideas; all he managed was a quiet groan. The sound was broken and breathy, like running water over coals. His lips felt puffy and his eyes were dry. He rolled over onto his side, stretching limbs that screamed in protest and a spine that could have been moulded from plaster. His arm no longer hurt, though. That was nice.

“Ugh. What did your doctor give me?”

There was no response. He twisted his neck to look over his shoulder, but Sara was nowhere to be found. He was alone on the bed in his cramped mountainside apartment, though the darkness made it hard to tell; twisted up in the dusty sheets like he planned on being mummified. Someone must have dragged him up here - and now that he thought about it, there was no way it could have been Sara. It would have been too risky.

Whoever it was had left him in full armour - a relief, if Nakmor Drack was who he had to thank for his transportation. The leather creaked as Reyes pushed himself up onto his elbows, fumbling around for the light switch. The slatted blinds covering the window opposite the bed let a few horizontal strips of neon light leak in, but the room was otherwise dark. He’d only stayed in this place a handful of times since he acquired it, and he wasn’t thrilled by the idea of stumbling into the furniture. When the clicking fluorescents filled the room with their anaemic light, Reyes was reminded why he rarely returned. He hauled himself upright, though his head spun a little, feet stinging as he crossed the cold floor.

He found his boots by the entrance to the other room. His shoulder muscles burned when he bent to pull them on. The events of the day were slowly trickling back, and he could have mapped his heart rate with the progress of his sluggish thoughts. Attack, capture, resistance. Sara. Sara. Sara. He remembered falling asleep on her shoulder.

There were only two rooms in this place, and the second was as silent as the first. It wasn’t as dark, though, because someone had raised the hanging end of the blinds in here. The resulting beam of pink-purple-blue sliced the space almost in half. There was a woman sitting on the couch, illuminated from the neck down. She was staring out through the half-bared window, mesmerized by the play of lights below.

She turned around when she heard Reyes enter, and he caught a glimpse of an asari scalp crest. “Good morning,” Lexi said pleasantly. “Or maybe I should say good evening. How are you feeling?”

Reyes smiled at her, though his face still felt like it was made of plasticine. “Like a new man,” he said - and it wasn’t entirely a lie.

Liressa and Agatus were dead, along with the human outlaw he’d put down outside the safe house. By now, he knew better than to trust appearances, because neither appearances nor luck had done him any favours lately - but he suspected the danger was over.

No. He knew it was over, even if he still planned to confirm. Reyes was safe. Sara was safe. They would still need to be discreet, but they didn’t need to fear. They could leave this break-neck pace in the past and work everything else out slowly. Even the thought made him feel a little strange, like his thoughts were coded in an alien language. Slowly.

Lexi smiled. Reyes couldn’t make out her eyes, but her expression seemed a little strained. “And your forearm? Is there any pain?”

“No.”

“Sara -” She paused as if reconsidering her words. “The Pathfinder mentioned you were wounded a few days earlier. She asked me to check your progress before I leave.”

Reyes shrugged. He found it a little strange that she was using Sara’s title, but perhaps she liked to maintain a professional distance. There was no harm in it. He turned his back on her while he peeled away enough leather to give her access to the wound on his upper arm - or what used to be the wound, at any rate. It didn’t hurt anymore, but he could feel the hardened medi-gel clinging to his skin.

“Where’s Sara?” he asked as he shucked his jacket.

“On the Tempest,” Lexi replied. Why did she sound so careful?

“Is she okay?” His bicep finally bared, Reyes turned around and held it out an angle the doctor could work with - but she looked like she wanted to jump out the window.

“Yes, of course. She’s taking the opportunity to rest.”

She used her omni-tool to slice through the old bandage, then held the tool to his arm while some silent frequency jostled the layer of gel. Reyes might have squirmed away - it tickled - but something about the way she spoke made him nervous. She wasn’t telling him everything.

She manipulated the muscle, digging her fingers into his flesh. “Any pain?” Reyes shook his head. “Good. You can wash the remaining gel off the next time you shower.” She gestured to the bandage that covered him from the elbow down. “This should stay wrapped for another three days, but make sure you change the bandage every night. I’ve left some gauze in your room. Once you’re ready, you can destabilize the gel with the frequency I’ve transferred to your omni-tool.”

Reyes worked his arm up, down and around, testing his range of movement. It should have been satisfying - but it wasn’t. “There’s something wrong, isn’t there?”

Lexi was quite clearly holding back a sigh. “I’m not the right person to talk to,” she said quickly. Apparently satisfied that Reyes was in good health, she hurried over to the door, snatching up her bag from the rickety table as she went. “I’m going back to the Tempest.”

“And I should give you a call if it gets worse, right?”

“No.” She paused in the doorway, stripes of neon framing her in a flickering cage of light. “I suspect we’re leaving soon.”

Then she was gone - and the light was branded on the inside of Reyes’ eyelids.

Reyes was confused. Leaving his jacket and chest guard on the floor, he stumbled into the bedroom and heaved open the crate he’d stashed in the corner. It stirred up a cloud of dust - and maybe a bit of mould. He covered his mouth with his forearm, coughing helplessly as he fumbled through the contents.

I suspect we’re leaving soon. What the hell did that mean?

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Her Freackless.

Small, unbeta’ed fics. One for every hiatus day. Mostly canon-verse.
Read the whole collection of fics here.
Day 7: 31 May 2017 √

“You’re so freckless, Bell.” Clarke leans her head to the side and stares at Bellamy’s eyes, “One of the reasons I love you so much.”

Bellamy laughs, pulling Clarke to his side, “You you mean freckled, Clarke.” He grins, taking another slip from his drink.

“You’re so drunk, Griffin.” Raven says, standing up, “Be right back.” she adds and nods at her empty makeshift cup.

Clarke shakes head against Bellamy’s shoulder, “No, no I mean freckless.” She smiles, “You’re freckled and reckless. That makes you freckless.” She explains.

Bellamy can’t hold back his laughter, tilting Clarke’s head to press a kiss on her temple, “You’re so adorable when you’re drunk, princess.”

“I’m not drunk.” Clarke argues, “I’m all good, Bell.”

“Yeah, I’m sure of that.” He smiles as Raven takes a seat opposite of them again.

“What did I miss?” She asks, glancing at Clarke.

Before Bellamy can say anything, Clarke pushes away from Bellamy and climbs on his lap, “I love you, freckless. You know that right?” She whispers, grabbing the collar of his jacket and before he can respond, she pulls him forward and crashes her lips on his.

“YEAAAAH!” Raven shouts from behind them, rising her cup on the air, “Get him girl!” She laughs, making several people turn to look at them but quickly look away.

Clarke only pulls back when she’s out of air and rests her forehead on his. Bellamy smiles, arms going around the lower back to hold her still. “I love you too.” He says lowly, trying to find his breath too.

“Get a room!” Raven chuckles, earning a glare from both Bellamy and Clarke.

“You know what?” Bellamy nods, “You’re right. It’s time for bed.”

Raven smiles, emptying her cup again, “Good.” She beams, leaning back against the chair.

Bellamy gently pushes Clarke back to her seat to sit there and stands up, waving the two girls to follow, “Come on ladies, let’s go.”

Clarke folds her arms against her chest like a child, “No. I want to stay here.” She argues, glaring at Bellamy.

“And you’re not my boyfriend, so leave me out of this.” Raven lifts her arms up like she’s surrounding.

Suddenly Clarke jumps on her feet, fisting Bellamy’s jacket again and looking up to him, “DAMN RIGHT, REYES! He’s my boyfriend and no one else’s!”

Bellamy can’t help but laugh and then grin. “Aha. And your boyfriend says it’s time for bed.”

For a moment Clarke considers arguing again but decides otherwise. She turns back to Raven and says, “See you in the morning, Raven.” And then grabs Bellamy by the wrist and pulls him with her towards the exit.

Miscommunication (Isaac Lahey X Reader)

Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Isaac Lahey X Reader
Word Count: 2,072
Author’s Note: Fic begins when both the reader and Isaac are sophomores (I think that’s how old he’s supposed to be, at least, I’m not 100% sure lmao)!

“My dad thinks I should break up with you.”

The fingers that you were running through Isaac’s hair stilled, and your entire body froze. “Oh, really?” You asked, barely managing to keep your voice from cracking.

Isaac nodded, but didn’t say anything else.

After a moment of uncomfortable silence, you spoke again. “Are you going to?”

Isaac extracted his head from your lap, sat up, and turned to face you. He smiled softly at you, a hand coming up to cup your cheek. You leaned into the touch absentmindedly, one of your hands twining your fingers with his free hand. “No. I love you too much to do that.”

Your eyes snapped open, and before you could say anything, Isaac’s lips captured yours in a gentle kiss. When he pulled away, you blinked at him several times. “Really?”

Isaac grinned at you. “Yes, really. Feels good to finally say it out loud.” Isaac commented, brushing a kiss across your neck. You and Isaac had been dating for almost a year, and you had told him you loved him a couple times, but he had never said it to you.

“Can you say it again?” You asked quietly, and Isaac complied immediately.

“I love you more than anything.” Isaac murmured, and you smiled, mumbling it back, before your lips found his in a firm kiss.

“Why does your dad want you to break up with me anyway?” You questioned curiously, your hands laced together and Isaac’s thumb rubbing circles on your knuckles.

“He thinks you distract me from school work.” Isaac said, shrugging, and you rolled your eyes.

“I help you with school work! I mean, yes, sometimes we get a little distracted, but usually it’s not that bad. What classes do you need the most help in right now?”

Isaac’s shoulders sagged. “Chemistry.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Okay. Come over to my house tomorrow and we’ll study for the mid-term.”

“Seriously?”

“No, not seriously.” You said sarcastically, nudging his shoulder with your own. “Yes. Chemistry’s fun, and drama hasn’t started yet, so I’ll have time.”

“You’re the best.” Isaac said gratefully, kissing you slowly. Your arms wound around his neck, and your hands twisted into his hair while one of his hands dipped down to your hip and squeezed. You yelped against his mouth, and Isaac smiled sheepishly as you pulled away. “Sorry, forget how ticklish you are sometimes.”

He was lying, he knew very well how ticklish you were, and you stuck your tongue out at him. “Sure you did, jerk.” You teased, pressing one more kiss to his lips before pulling away. “I hate to leave, but I actually have some homework that I need to get done. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Of course.” Isaac responded easily, and even though you had just kissed him, he dragged you into one more lingering kiss before he let you go. “I love you.”

Your smile was so bright and impossibly large that it made Isaac smile too, and he couldn’t help it, he hooked a hand around your neck, pulled you towards him, and kissed your forehead. “I love you too.” You murmured sincerely, before climbing to your feet. “I really need to get that homework done, you’ll do the same, yeah?”

Isaac nodded.

“See you tomorrow then, l'amour de ma vie.” You whispered, and Isaac raised an eyebrow at you.

“What does that mean?”

You grinned, a twinkle in your eye that Isaac knew meant you weren’t going to tell him. “I’ll tell you tomorrow. After we study for chemistry.”

You were gone before he could argue, and Isaac smiled to himself before standing up and making his way towards his house.

Sure, his dad kinda sucked, and he wasn’t the most popular person around, but he had you. And you were all he really needed.

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“What do you think?” Isaac asked, spinning so you could take in his outfit fully. He was wearing a white t-shirt that fit him extremely well, dark jeans that clung to his legs, and a black leather jacket.

“I think that you look hot as hell in whatever you’re wearing,” You started, a hand going to the collar of his leather jacket and pulling him down to your height. “But I have always had a thing for leather.” Your lips met his in a not-so chaste kiss while your hands wound into his hair, but you broke the kiss when you heard the sound of a throat clearing.

You looked behind him to see Erica Reyes, someone you knew of but didn’t actually know, tapping her foot impatiently.

“Erica! You look great!” You complimented politely. “I love your jacket.”

She smiled at you, but it didn’t quite seem to reach her eyes. “Thanks. Isaac, you ready to go?” She questioned, raising an eyebrow at him.

He nodded, pressing a kiss to your cheek and murmuring something about an assignment they had to work on. It didn’t sound like the truth, but you didn’t want to call him out on it, so you just nodded and told him that you loved him. It definitely stung a little bit when he didn’t say it back.

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That was how it went for the next couple of weeks.

He hung out with Erica and Vernon Boyd more than you, and it hurt. A lot.

You were glad that Isaac was making friends, he had never really had any aside from you, but you didn’t like being ignored by him.

Even worse was the way Erica acted around him. She didn’t do anything that too outwardly made you think that she liked him, but she was touching him almost constantly. A hand on his shoulder, a thigh brushing his underneath the table, a foot running up and down his leg, and the worst part was that Isaac didn’t stop her. He let her do it, and it was tearing you apart.

But still, you didn’t mention it, just wallowed in silence.

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“You know, if you like Erica, you should ask her out.” You commented idly, your pencil tapping against your deck as Isaac flipped through his chemistry book on your bed.

“Pardon?” Isaac asked in confusion, raising his head to look over at you.

“Never mind.” You said, shaking your head and turning back to your own homework.

“__y/n__,” Isaac said firmly and spun your chair around so that you had to face him. “Tell me. Why would I want to date Erica when I’m already dating you?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged helplessly. “But it certainly seems like you want to.”

“How does it seem like I want to date Erica?” Isaac questioned, and he seemed genuinely confused now.

“You’re just…” You sighed. “You’re always hanging out with her now, and I swear, I am trying really hard to not get jealous, but it’s really hard when she’s so pretty? And, I mean, you missed three of our study dates in the last week to hang out with her and Boyd. It just seems like you like her.” Isaac opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off with more rambling. “And it’s totally okay if you do like her, I totally understand why, I just need you to break up with me so I can work on, you know, actually getting over you.”

“You’re insane.” Isaac announced when you finally stopped talking. You started to protest, and Isaac pressed a finger to your lips as a sign for you to stop talking. “Hush, please, and let me talk for a minute?” When you nodded reluctantly, Isaac started speaking again. “Okay, to start off with, all of that was on accident. I didn’t mean to make you think that I liked Erica, because I don’t, and I certainly don’t want to break up with you, and I am so incredibly sorry that I missed our study dates. It wasn’t intentional. There’s just a lot of stuff going on right now.”

“Are you going to tell me about said stuff?” You asked, and Isaac looked at you for a moment before sighing.

“I don’t think you’ll believe me, but, yeah. I will. You have to promise me you won’t scream, all right?”

Your face was a mixture of confused and amused. “Why would I sc-oh.” You said, blinking in surprise several times as Isaac’s eyes flashed yellow and hair sprouted from his cheeks. When he opened his mouth, you saw that he had long, sharp fangs. “So, werewolf then, right?”

“What?”

“You’re a werewolf, right?”

“Why aren’t you freaking out?”

“I have three classes with Scott and Stiles, and they’re not exactly as quiet as they’d like to think they are. I didn’t really believe them at first, thought they were joking or something, you know? But then Scott got ridiculously good at lacrosse and he started wearing leather and he always acted like he could hear conversations that were super far away and it kind of…made sense? Did not realize that you were a werewolf, I should’ve, though. So, you, Boyd, and Erica, right?”

Isaac nodded.

“So, that’s why you’ve been so distant? Werewolfy stuff?” You questioned, just to clarify.

“Yes. I swear I’m not breaking up with you for Erica. She and Boyd are a thing, anyway.”

“Oh thank god.” You murmured, throwing your arms around his neck and clutching him tightly. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you were. I mean, could I get over it eventually? Yeah. But I really, really didn’t want to. I love you.”

Isaac buried his face in your hair. “I love you too. I’m sorry I worried you. I promise I’ll let you know from now on if it’s a werewolf thing. Study date tomorrow?” Isaac suggested, and you nodded eagerly.

“Yes, please. Actual date on Friday? I can pay.”

Isaac shook his head. “Yes to the actual date, no to you paying. I’ll pay. It’s the least I can do for being such a horrible boyfriend for the last month.”

You huffed. “You weren’t even horrible! You still kissed me and held my hand, you just missed a couple of dates and forgot to say I love you a few times. Seriously. It’s fine.” Isaac looked like he wanted to disagree but you gave him a look that made him reluctantly close his mouth. “And I’ll pay for half. I’ve been babysitting and working at the coffee shop, so I have some extra money.”

“Are you sure? I have money and I’m totally okay with paying for all of it.”

“Yes, Isaac, I’m sure.” You said, rolling your eyes and nudging him fondly with your elbow. “Save it for next time we go out, okay?”

“Okay.”

You smiled. “Good. Now get over here and cuddle me. I missed you.” You dragged him over to your bed and moved his arms around your waist, and you couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of your throat as Isaac pressed a soft kiss to the back of your neck. “I’m sorry I got jealous.”

You weren’t looking at him, but you could feel Isaac shaking his head. “You don’t need to be sorry for that. At all. Jealousy happens to everyone, and you had a really good reason to be jealous.” Isaac trailed kisses down your neck, before moving his lips to your shoulder and sucking a mark on your skin. “I’m sorry for making you jealous.” He apologized sincerely, and your hand found Isaac’s and tangled your fingers with his own.

“It’s okay. I’m not angry.” You whispered, kissing his fingertips. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Isaac breathed, and he ducked his head to leave a kiss right behind your ear. “If there is a next time, tell me when you’re jealous? I don’t want to hurt you just because I’m a dumbass, alright?”

“You’re not a dumbass.” You disagreed, lightly smacking his arm. “But okay. I’ll tell you if something’s bothering me. You need to do that too, by the way. I don’t want either of us to be ticked off or annoyed just because we suck at communicating.”

“Alright.” Isaac agreed, and you smiled happily, snuggling further into his embrace and sighing contentedly.

You had your boyfriend back. Even if he was a werewolf, which was a little weird and would probably take some getting used to, you didn’t care. You had Isaac, your Isaac, back. And it felt fantastic.

End. <3

A little one-shot that takes place after 4x04

pairing: Robbie/Daisy, quakerider (can be seen as platonic or romantic, whatever works~~~)

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the ooatdy au

ooatdy: only one allowed to defeat you. suggested by @dudeblade!

  • they’re in a battle but it’s pretty chill bc by now everyone in talon has a relationship with someone in overwatch
  • but lena’s going to get her ass kicked if she keeps being so annoying
  • buzzing around shit and yelling ‘pew pew pew’
  • mercy sighs. ‘LENA GET OUT OR START BEING USEFUL’
  • ‘ok ok’
  • she flies over and sits on top of the payload, humming to herself
  • but she can’t stay still for very long, so when there’s a bullet that almost blows a hole in her brain, she’s glad to move
  • ‘hiya!’ she shouts, blinking up to widow’s haunt. widow jumps
  • ‘MERDE- oh it’s just you.’
  • ‘not so much of a quick draw anymore, are you?’
  • ‘please. i could easily have you down within seconds.’
  • ‘mm-hmm.’
  • ‘oh, fuck you.’
  • ‘you did that,’ tracer reminds her
  • widow rolls her eyes. ‘as if i need to be reminded of that.’
  • ‘was i that good?’
  • ‘no. it was so terrible it stays firmly implanted in my memory.’
  • ‘well, we’ve got some time. you wanna omelette du fromage?’
  • widow looks at her, suspicious. ‘what is that supposed to mean?’
  • tracer kisses her.
  • ‘oh.’
  • widow’s( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)topping( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)just( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)saying( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
  • suddenly s76′s voice bursts through the carelessly thrown com (she was in a rush, who can blame her), punctuated by gunfire
  • ‘LENA! LENA! WHERE ARE YOU? WE’RE SURROUNDED.’
  • tracer sighs and stands up. ‘fine, fine, yeah, i’m coming.’
  • widow snorts. ‘maybe a minute ago you were.’
  • s76 sounds unnecessarily suspicious. ‘who’s with you?’
  • ‘no one!’ lena squeaks. ‘nope! not at all. all alone!’
  • ‘LENA-’
  • ‘i’ll be right there! i promise! jeez…’
  • she gets there in like five minutes (widow’s fault)
  • her jacket is undone and her suit’s on backwards (also widow’s fault)
  • her accelerator has scratch marks (fucking widow jfc)
  • the moment she enters the fray reaper sighs
  • ‘i hate her.’
  • an already-dressed, perfectly-in-place widow pats his shoulder consolingly. ‘we all do.’
  • their team bonding moment is interrupted by s76 trying to shoot them.
  • ‘goddamnit. control your husband, reyes.’
  • ‘HE’S NOT MY-’
  • ‘sure.’ widow sniggers. ‘sure, reyes. keep telling yourself that.’
  • ‘keep telling yourself that you’re not in love with her.’
  • widow’s slightly shocked. reaper winces a little in the silence. ‘too far?’
  • ‘too far.’
  • ‘ok cool.’
  • lena zooms around at top speed, knocking out some talon suits and making what she thinks are witty sarcastic comments. reaper and widow sigh in unison when she starts yelling ‘zapped!’
  • ‘i’m going to go take care of that,’ reaper says, nodding at lena. ‘back me up.’
  • ‘no.’
  • ‘i’m sorry, what?’
  • ‘uh-uh. not happening.’
  • ‘i don’t understand.’
  • ‘when she goes down, it’s by my hand. in more ways than one.’
  • reaper makes an ‘aw’ sound and hops over to her, poking at her cheek. ‘are you jellllllllllllllyyyyy?’
  • ‘no. i am not jelly.’ widow says shortly. ‘i want to be the one to get rid of her.’
  • ‘well, that’s never happening,’ reaper mutters, but he turns around and goes after pharah instead.
  • widow cackles a little when mercy smashes her staff into his head, enraged by a shot that came a little too close to pharah’s head.
  • ‘don’t mess with that one, reyes. or her wife.’
  • reaper mumbles something unintelligible over the com, but widow’s busy focusing on the sudden swarm of talon agents heading toward lena, who has her back to them
  • ‘oh hell no,’ she whispers, and picks them off one by one.
  • lena turns, surprised at the sound of gunshots, and widow sighs. she’s going to get in so much shit for this. but she doesn’t stop.
  • ‘aw,’ lena coos, blinking into her nest and tangling arms around her midsection. ‘babe, are you protectin’ me?’
  • ‘no.’ widow says shortly. ‘i intend to be the one who kills you. me, and only me.’
  • ‘well, why don’t you do it now?’ tracer asks, pushing herself onto her tiptoes and pressing a kiss to the back of widow’s neck.
  • her hair’s unsurprisingly soft, like the downy feathers on a baby bird
  • ‘you’re so… fuzzy.’ widow notes.
  • tracer blinks at her. ‘um. thanks, love.’
  • widow turns, musses tracer’s hair even more. ‘i can’t kill something this fuzzy.’
  • tracer frowns. ‘are you… high?’
  • ‘no.’ widow leans in and rubs her face in lena’s hair. ‘mm.’
  • ‘oh. okay.’
  • tracer submits to being cuddled and smiles into widow’s neck.
  • ‘but seriously,’ she says. ‘you killed thirty expert soldiers for me?’
  • widow hums. ‘it was an accident.’
  • ‘really. thirty exact headshots.’
  • ‘ssh.’
  • ‘three killed with one bullet? an accident?’
  • ssh.’
  • ‘okay.’
  • they stay like that until the battle’s over.

hey guys!!! here’s a little blind!76 drabble for you, i’m definitely going to revisit this ASAP and work through it a little more– add some detail, make it a bit longer, i MIGHT try to make it a multichapter if you think it’s worth it?? i know there’s already another REALLY stellar one floating around tho, so it might just remain what it is c: let me know if you enjoyed it, please please give me your thoughts on how i could improve!!

gonna put it under a cut here so i don’t clutter up dashes too much C:

edit: okay i found the mastermind behind blind!76, the absolutely wonderful and creative @visor76 / hawkefeathers (it wouldn’t let me tag u either but i stuck a link in there i hope that’s okay) !!!! thank you so much for this beautiful suffering i am endlessly grateful.

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THE 100 REWATCH

2.04 + really neat shots

pensivepixie14  asked:

Could you do a Ravick fanfiction where they get snowed in together? Thanks!!!!

“What’s that piece of crap?” Raven muttered, barely glancing up from her current project as Wick wheeled a rectangualr metal contraption out of the closet in the Engineering room.

“It’s a space heater,” Wick explained, pressing a button on the side and smiling when it came to life with a dull hum. “A prototype actually. But since this one sounds like it’s doing its job perfectly, it looks like no modifications need to be made. Not that I anticipated anything different.”

Raven scoffed. “It doesn’t matter what it sounds like, Wick. It’s job is to warm us up, and if it can’t do that then we’ll all freeze.”

Wick smirked. “I don’t know, Reyes. There are a lot of other ways to warm up.”

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