and you should really go watch it if you haven't already!!

anonymous asked:

HC where RFA+V+Saeran sees MC kissed by a foreigner but it turns out that the foreigner is her cousin and it's like normal gesture for him. (let's make V get his sight back) (The gang haven't confess to MC yet on this one) how will they react?? (Tbh imma slut for Jelly Gang)

Hello~ Ri had a bit of writer’s block with this request so Nao kindly offered her assistance :3

Ri was responsible for Yoosung, Zen, Jumin and Saeran, while Nao wrote Jaehee, Seven and V~!

We hope you enjoy~!

– NaoRi (our name for collabs ;))

Yoosung

  • He was already having a bad enough day after running into a V look-a-alike after school, and then he came home to see you with a stranger!
  • He figured that it was just your friend or something (although he was a bit irritated that it was a guy) so he left you guys alone to talk with each other
  • Of course, Yoosung lurked around in the kitchen, very clearly subtly keeping an eye on the guy
  • He’d be texting Zen as he anxiously watches
  • Yoosung: Zen!! There’s some weird guy in our house… He’s being a bit too friendly with MC, what should I do?? >_
  • Zen: Hah? I don’t think you should worry, Yoosung. MC didn’t even go for ME—ME, this handsome embodiment of perfection!
  • Texting Zen for help was even worse than not texting Zen for help.
  • AND SO, the MATURE, emphasis on MATURE, Yoosung endured.
  • But then that guy kissed you before he left. And you let him.
  • Yoosung stood up immediately, feeling hurt that you hadn’t even turned away from him. Tears were welling up in his eyes.
  • “MC… who was he? Do you… not like me anymore?” he whimpered.
  • You quickly explained that your cousin was visiting, and you were just catching up. You also mentioned that it was a custom to kiss where your cousin came from (he’d been studying in France for the last few years.)
  • Yoosung almost burst into tears again at the revelation. “I was so worried…! I wanted to act like a man and tried not to let it get to me, but I couldn’t help it… I got jealous again. I’m sorry, MC… A-are you disappointed?”
  • He looked so ashamed of himself but he was so adorable right now, you wanted to hug him to death.
  • You reassured him, “I’ll never be disappointed in you, Yoosung. I think it’s really cute that you’re jealous!”
  • “Cute?! I’m not cute! I’m a man!”

Zen

  • He’s never been the jealous type. After all, he has plenty of fans and they cause lots of misunderstandings, so he tries to be as calm as you do.
  • You had been waiting for him to finish a business meeting, so you had gone to a nearby café.
  • Zen was relieved to return to your side—he can’t help but worry about leaving you alone in public. What if fans attacked you? What if other men tried to flirt with you?
  • He was already paranoid about your safety, so when he saw you sitting with a blond, foreign man from the windows of the café, Zen SNAPPED.
  • In a flash, he had crossed the street, entered the café and SLAMMED his hands on the table between you and the foreigner.
  • “Get away from MC!” he shouted, not caring about his public image.
  • The foreigner was shocked at first, but his expression quickly morphed into understanding. In a cheerful, British accent, he said, “Oh, I see. So you’re the actor MC was talking about. I recognize you! Can I have an autograph?!”
  • Zen looked between you and the foreigner, wondering what the connection was.
  • “Zenny, you’ve got it all wrong! He’s my cousin!! But you should be careful around hi-“
  • Too late. The foreigner had kissed Zen’s lips.
  • What the-
  • Well, Zen had been attacked by fans before, so this was not uncommon. But it was just a bit… sudden.
  • “He’s gay,” you finished. “And he’s in love with handsome men.”
  • Oho~! So her cousin thinks I’m handsome!
  • Be prepared for a very intimate, narcissistic discussion between them

Jaehee

  • You went together on one of Zen’s musicals post Christmas
  • Jaehee had been fangirling about Zen’s new role in the play as you went inside the theater
  • You were so immersed in the topic that you bump into a tall, blonde guy and you fall on your ass
  • The guy turns to help you up
  • “I’m sorry, are you al……MC?!? My, what a coincidence, it is MC!!!“
  • “Albert? Ohmaygahd, it is you!!! I missed you so much!!!“
  • He helps you up and he kisses you in the forehead as you hang off him.
  • Meanwhile, Jaehee watches from the sidelines, feeling a mix of emotions.
  • They look so good together, he must be her boyfriend… she did tell me likes Eddie Redmayne, so her type must be British guys after all…?
  • You finally un-dangle yourself from Albert and you loop your arm with Jaehee’s
  • “Jaehee, I’d like to introduce you to Albert, my cousin. Albert, this is Jaehee, my friend…“
  • “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Jaehee; I can call you Jaehee, right?“ he starts, as he takes her hand and kisses the back of it (smooth, dear cousin, VEEEERY SMOOTH)
  • You’ve never seen her blush this much, even when you watched “The Jalapeno topping was pretty spicy“
  • You sit between her and your cousin for fear of him snatching Baehee away from you

Jumin

  • The two of you were visiting France for one of the C&R company’s biggest business partner’s party. He had taken you along to sightsee and let you experience true French cuisine.
  • He had bought you a long, elegant red dress to wear at the party, and he thought it made you look absolutely beautiful.
  • Maybe too beautiful, he thought, when he saw a couple businessmen approaching you.
  • You were laughing, hugging them and conversing casually despite the formal environment.
  • Jumin had his eyebrows furrowed deeply, a bit irritated that you were being over-friendly with them
  • One of the men leaned in for a kiss, and you returned it.

  • He swiftly walks next to your side, casting a cool gaze on the three French men in front of you.
  • “Qu’est-ce que vous faites avec mon amour? (What are you doing with my lover?)” Jumin asks, suppressing his displeasure. “Comprenez-vous que vos actions pourraient avoir un mauvais impact sur notre relation? (Do you understand your actions may have a bad effect on our relationship?”
  • “Jumin, silly!” you giggled. “These three are my cousins! They’re triplets. They grew up in France with their French father, although I never imagined I would meet them here!”
  • Jumin blinked, taking in the new information. The tension in his arms eased, and he nodded in apology towards the men.
  • Well. He’d be sure to stop assuming. He should just trust that you would make the right decisions.
  • “Je suis désolé d'avoir agi ainsi. Comment pourrais-je m'excuser proprement?? (I apologize for my actions. How can I properly apologize?)”
  • Expect an overly fancy dinner in formal banter—it was almost as if Jumin was trying to compete against them and appear brighter than them.
  • Dammit, was this guy still jealous?

Saeyoung / 707

  • The two of you decided to hang out for a movie and a round of games at the arcade
  • You notice a familiar Middle Eastern guy approaching you as you leave the cinema
  • Seven notices this too
  • Recognition dawns on you
  • “MC!!!“
  • “Faris!!!”
  • You run to him and share a hug and a kiss
  • He’s aware that kissing between a man and a woman in Arab countries are only limited to relatives and lovers, but you don’t look alike, so that leaves him with the latter option.
  • A lover, maybe? But…
  • He’s about to (miserably) slink away and just leave you a message as to his whereabouts, when you turn around and pull him towards the intruder
  • “Seven, this is Faris, my cousin and milk-brother…“
  • The rest of the sentence is drowned out the moment he hears the word cousin
  • Is so overjoyed that he excitedly throws his arms out to him and says, “Hello, 707, I’m Faris! kayf Haalak?“
  • Your cousin is amused, and he returns the greeting, along with a kiss.
  • “bi-khayr, al-Hamdu lillah“
  • After the usual courtesies, you both invite Faris to hang out with you.
  • You’re amused because they’re getting along well… maybe a little too well?

V/Jihyun

  • Was talking to a prospective customer during one of the RFA parties when you decided to roam around
  • Hears you squeal, but doesn’t mind it until he hears an unfamiliar voice.
  • “MC!!! Mi amore, it’s so nice to see you again!!!“
  • Turns in time to see a handsome male brunette happily give you a kiss on both cheeks
  • Observes the interaction from the corner of his eye
  • Why isn’t he taking his hands off of MC? Isn’t that longer than necessary?
  • Leaves the conversation without excusing himself
  • Makes his way to you, smoothly grabbing a champagne flute from one of the passing waiters
  • You’re surprised when he suddenly appears right beside you and puts a hand on the small of your back
  • ????
  • “I’ve been looking all over for you, MC. Mind introducing me to your friend?“
  • He’s smiling, but you notice how it looks a bit forced
  • “Oh, yeah, this is Alessandro, my cousin who just came in from Italy. Sandy, this is V…“
  • “…the sunshine to her moonlight,“ he continues, the tension visibly leaving his shoulders and he offers a relaxed smile as he extends a hand for your cousin to shake.
  • Sunshine to my moonlight?!? Eh? Ehh? EHHHHHH?????
  • You are a confused and blushing mess
  • “It’s so nice to meet you; MC has told me so much about you!“
  • “It’s a pleasure to meet you too, but I believe this is the first time I’ve heard that MC has relatives in Italy.“
  • V is surprised when your cousin doesn’t reach for the handshake and instead, gives him a kiss on both cheeks too.
  • But they’re hugging a bit longer than necessary???
  • When they finally separate though, you can feel huge waves of tension radiating from these two, even when engaging in a polite conversation.

Saeran

  • The moment any guy even LOOKS at you, he glares at them. While he’s a softie around you now, he still has his gangster-like tendencies from before.
  • And he can give a good glare that scares people to scramble the hell away immediately.
  • It’s pretty handy when you have to wait in line for amusement parks, movie theatres and restaurant lines.
  • But you never expected him to glare that way at your poor cousin who jumped behind your back.
  • “Saeran, stop scaring my cousin! He’s a good guy,” you said in a worried tone.
  • Cousin? Ah.
  • Saeran puts on a friendly smile, reaching his hand out towards your cousin.
  • “Sorry about that. It’s a habit,” he mumbled, sheepishly rubbing his hand on the back of his neck.
  • Your cousin returns a relieved smile, “Well, I’m glad you’re able to protect MC this way. It’s all good.”
  • Then your cousin kisses your hand in appreciation for explaining the situation before he got killed by your scary boyfriend.
  • Speaking of which.
  • Scary Boyfriend Mode: Activated.
  • Saeran’s gaze turns sadistic, eyeing your cousin with irritation.
  • Cue the screams. Let’s hope your cousin had lived a long life already.
Things you might not know about the production of Sense8

As found in the behind-the-scenes documentary, Sense8: Creating the World

  • All of the scenes were shot in the countries they were shown to be in. So they really did shoot in Mumbai and Seoul and Berlin etc. 
  • They hired local actors and crews for each of the countries, which helped increase the realism of the scenes.
  • Between main, side, and minor characters, there were around 180 speaking roles.
  • When the cast visited each country they wouldn’t break between them. They’d be in one country shooting one day, and then shooting in another in the next. 
  • The scene with Riley and Capheus, and also with Will on the plane to Iceland was literally shot on a plane to Iceland. 
  • The cast described traveling around the world together for 4 months as something that created a family bond between them. They all grew very close and considered the feeling of the few times where they could all be together as ‘electric’.
  • They described being in the different cities as having different vibes and feelings that could only be experienced by really being there, which added a lot to their portrayals and helped them a lot with understanding their characters. 
  • There were scenes that were shot two, three, or even four times due to having to do certain parts in different countries. This often meant that scenes could be changed a little as they had chances to watch over previous takes and see if they could improve it in some way in the new city.
  • The show really shot in the middle of the Gay Pride parade, and the scene where Nomi fell off of the motorbike was in the midst of the ‘Dyke’s on Bikes’ part of the parade.
  • They also had real wide-shots from the Mumbai Ganesh festival, however it would have been impossible to shoot the acting parts because of the vast amount of people that attend.
  • When shooting scenes where the sensates ‘share’, they don’t shoot one character doing the scene, shoot the other, and then put them together through editing. Clever camera shots where the camera pans away for a few seconds meant they would often literally switch places by one doing things like ducking and rolling away on the ground whilst the other jumped in their place.
  • Aml Ameen said that when he played Capheus driving the van, 90% of it was actually him. He got to drive around Nairobi, and was actually pulled over by the police at one point and the crew had to explain what was going on.
  • In Riley’s opening scene that establishes her as a DJ, she was playing to a real audience. She came on between two other real and well known DJ’s, and the audience wasn’t aware that she wasn’t a real DJ.
  • The very first scene Miguel shot as Lito was the sex scene in ‘Demons’.
  • The wrestling match that Lito, Hernando, and Daniela attended was a real match, with a real crowd and fighters.
  • Kala and Rajan’s dance scene was repeatedly shot all in one take rather than in short parts unlike traditional Bollywood movie dance scenes.
  • Brian sustained multiple injuries during the course of the show through Will’s action sequences including hurting his shoulder and his triceps, including an internal bleeding bruise. 
  • Doona Bae was extremely excited about the cast coming to Seoul as that is where she lives, and so she gave them all tours around the city.
  • Similarly, Max Riemelt cooked dinner for his cast mates and showed them around Berlin.
  • Jamie Clayton said that her favorite scene in San Francisco was when Nomi was escaping by bike and decided to try and steal a car to get away before realizing she couldn’t drive, mentioning that she herself doesn’t know how to drive either.

And plenty more. It’s on Netflix. so you guys should definitely watch it if you haven’t already!

{Here.}

It’s an experiment in limitations, unofficially titled how drunk is too drunk for a person who doesn’t do the drunk thing. The mistake had been in thinking that a few extra drinks would do nothing more than loosen a few of Neil’s strings. Andrew had forgotten to consider the unfortunate side effect, that alcohol amplifies natural tendencies, and so as soon as Neil hits one too many, he takes the opportunity to thoroughly roast all of his teammates (with the exception of Andrew, who spends the evening braced for it anyway).

The non-monsters plus Nicky (and baby Foxes, whose existence Andrew ignores on principal) only egg him on, while Neil remains oblivious to the fact that they’re exceedingly entertained and not mortally wounded, like he intends. It’s a mess that Andrew watches silently from the kitchen, carefully nursing his own drink, while making sure Neil doesn’t do or say anything irreversibly stupid, or there would be additional messes for Andrew to clean in the morning.

It’s all well and good, fun and games, no one quite loses an eye, but Neil trips over a chair leg on his merry way to assault Kevin and goes sprawling on the carpet instead, amid a laughing (but concerned) chorus of fellow drunkards.

“Ow.”

Baby.

Neil rolls onto his back and claps a hand to his forehead, even though it was not his head that he hit, but most everything else.

Relinquishing the stormy hold he has on the empty kitchen, Andrew crosses the living room to loom over Neil, unimpressed and ignoring the triumphant cheers and disappointed groans as money exchanges hands behind them. (The game: how badly will Neil’s first drunken adventure end? Provide examples. Nicky whines, “Twenty bucks on Kevin bitch slapping him. So close. Damn chair. You rigged it, Allison, you put that there.” She did not.)

Neil looks up at him through his fingers and with unfocused eyes, but he smiles brilliantly. Andrew considers wiping it off of his face with his foot, but then Neil says, practically sings, “Andrew.”

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anonymous asked:

Adrinette with "I told you not to make fun of me, jerk" please? :)

 A continuation of this drabble because I’m playing with the idea of a bigger Apartment Building AU story and want to fiddle with it to see if it feels like something worth writing more of.


“I told you not to make fun of me, jerk,” Marinette glared, fluffing one of the throw pillows for fifth time.

Alya eyed the pillow and Marinette threw it back to the couch with a huff. “I’m not making fun of you, M. I’m proud of you. Having your boyfriend move in is a big step.”

Marinette’s cheeks flushed red. “Adrien isn’t my boyfriend! He’s a friend who was looking for a place to stay and I happen to have an empty bedroom–”

“Empty because we just spent the last two days putting stuff in storage,” Alya pointed out.

“And,” Marinette continued, ignoring her best friend, “I wanted to help him out.”

“I see.”

“Besides, it was Chat’s idea.”

Alya shook her head. “I don’t think I’m ever going to to get used to the fact that you guys just hang out like it’s no big deal.”

“He’s a big dork. It really isn’t a thing.”

“Uh-huh.”

Marinette narrowed her eyes. “Listen, Miss Assumptions, there isn’t anything going on.”

“Of course not.”

“Chat and I are just friends and Adrien and I are just friends.”

“Right.”

“Alya, I mean it!”

“Sure,” Alya smirked.

__________________________

Adrien collapsed on the couch with an exhausted chuckle. “Moving is hard work.”

Marinette brought two water bottles into the living room and handed him one before settling down in the armchair. “Yeah, it really takes it out of you. Is the room okay?”

He beamed at her. “It’s perfect, Marinette. Thank you so much for this.”

She blushed. “Honestly, I can’t believe you wanted to move in. I know it’s a lot smaller than you’re used to.”

“I think it feels cozy. I’ve never lived anywhere cozy.” He pulled one of the throw pillows into his lap and studied it. “This is really cute. I like the spots. It looks like a Ladybug pillow.”

Marinette ducked her head. “I, uh, I designed it like that. There’s a Chat Noir one too.”

His face lit up and he looked around, grabbing the black pillow with a grin. “This is amazing! You made these?”

“Yep,” she nodded happily.

“I love them.” He hugged both pillows to his chest. “I know I already said it, but seriously, thank you, Marinette. I love it here already.”

“I’m glad. You should be thanking Chat. He’s the one who told me you were looking for a place.”

Adrien tried to hide his smile. “Is that so?”

“He’s a good friend,” she nodded.

Both of their heads shot up as a piercing yelp tore through the air. They jumped up and went to the double doors leading out to the balcony, pulling them open and stepping out. An akumatized man was shooting people with a purple ray and turning them into dogs.

“Uh, I just remembered I left a box downstairs in the lobby,” Adrien lied with a grimace. “A super important box with all my favorite things.” He turned to Marinette, putting his hands on her shoulders. “I’m going to run down and get it. Please promise me you’ll stay here.”

“Of course!” she replied, voice too high. “Please be careful, Adrien.”

“I will,” he nodded, moving towards the front door. 

Marinette watched him disappear through it before slumping. “Tikki, this might be harder than I thought,” she groaned.

Tikki laughed. “I think it might actually be easier.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ll see eventually,” the kwami teased. “I think Adrien will be the perfect roommate after all.” 


Prompt List

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HEADCANONS: SHATT FT. KEITH

- Shiro grew up in Japan for most of his life (because let’s face it, why else would he use his last name?)

- But he moved away to attend the Garrison and that’s where he met Matt

- The two were roommates and the first time Shiro met Matt, the entire room was filled with parts and Matt looked like he hadn’t showered in days (Matt had come earlier because his dad worked at the Garrison)

- This was the start of a beautiful friendship (and the start of Space Dad)

- Matt, being the piece of shit he was, would prank other cadets and even some teachers, and then hide under his bed

- Shiro, being the good friend he was, would always make up an alibi for Matt 

- Like “oh, we’re studying for this killer exam. Oh Matt? he went to get some snacks. he left a minute ago, i’m timing it”

- Somehow, everyone believed him

- After graduating, they would sometimes go to local schools to recruit kids

- This is where Shiro met Keith

- Keith, unsurprisingly, wanted to join 

- But he didn’t exactly like Shiro

- It took one summer camp before starting at the Garrison and one successful attempt at sneaking into one of the simulation rooms before Keith began to properly talk to him

- After that, Keith would kinda just seek Shiro out whenever he knew Shiro was free

- Matt called them “a single dad and his son”

- Keith was super confused, not because Matt was calling Shiro his dad but because

- “if Shiro’s my dad, does that mean you’re my dad too?”

- Matt choked on air and Shiro looked away

- Both were pretty red

- Like Keith’s jacket red

- “why would you think that?” 

- “because you act like it.”

- Needless to say, Matt didn’t recover for a week 

- Keith was worried he’d offended Matt with his subpar socialization

- But when he told Shiro, Shiro said “he’s processing”

- Next week, Matt was shouting something about shared custody and “dammit Shiro, we have to raise our son right”

- Shiro acted like he wasn’t affected but he was totally a flustered mess inside

- Keith acted all scowly but he was actually really open to the thought of family

- Speaking of Keith’s jacket, it was Shiro who bought it for him

- See the thing is, when Keith blushes, he really blushes

- Like his whole face turns red, up to his ears, and it’s not like the ugly tomato kind either

- No, no, no, it’s the really cute kind of bright red blush

- So, when Shiro and Matt were on like a friend date, where they kinda just hung out but flirted all the same

- (Because Matt believed they should also take care of their friendship but it was actually just a way to spend more time with Shiro)

- And Keith wasn’t there because he was studying

- Matt sees this really funny t-shirt and drags Shiro inside the store

- “i have to have that shirt! i just have to”

- And so while Matt is arguing with this girl who wants the same shirt, Shiro wanders off and sees this really bright red in his peripheral vision

- So he walks up to it and thinks of Keith.

-  It’s right before Kerberos too

-  Because Keith is there at the Garrison for a year and a half before he gets kicked out

- And Shiro’s known Keith for about a year and a three quarters, or around two years

- Keith’s 17th birthday is also coming up

- (Let’s pretend Garrison is roughly five years, Voltron is set in the future, and thus, 11th and 12th grade are usually set aside for college like some countries in the world do it)

- So on impulse, he buys it and heads outside to wait for Matt

- Turns out, Matt didn’t get the shirt and it was supposed to be for Keith

- So Matt drags Shiro to another store after he finds that Shiro already has Keith’s gift

- “i refuse to lose my title as best dad in the world”

- “sometimes i think you’d be better suited for best cool uncle in the world”

- Anyway, Matt ends up buying Keith a book on cryptids

- When they give it to Keith, the poor kid looks like he might cry

- But then he like crosses his arms, looks away, and mutters a barely hearable “thanks”

- Matt hugs him really hard after that

- Also, remember when I said Shiro was from Japan

- Yeah, well this plays a huge part for this next part

- It happens randomly, like the three of them are watching an anime movie that Matt really likes

- And Shiro just comes to this realization

- “you guys never call me Takashi”

- “yeah but i thought in japanese culture only really close people could use first names?”

- and Keith nods, even though he’s half-asleep

- And Shiro thinks, ‘but we’re really close aren’t we?’

- This is after Matt basically adopts Keith and Keith all but matchmakes his dads

- So he’s like “call me Takashi”

- And now, you’re wondering, if Keith has permission to call Shiro by his first name, why doesn’t he do it?

- Simple answer: Matt

- Complicated answer: Keith doesn’t think it’s right for him to call Shiro by his first name if Matt isn’t there

- And Keith’s thinking is kind of strange too

- Because he’s like “well, Matt’s equally or probably more important and he’s not there and he was the first person to call Takashi by his first name so”

- But he refers to Shiro as Takashi in his head

- He slips up sometimes and for some reason, Shiro becomes really happy

- Poor Keith doesn’t realize that Shiro wants him to call him by his first name

- And the first time Keith calls him Shiro when Shiro is awake, the man nearly has a heart attack because he thinks Keith’s mad at him 

- Or that Shiro failed him somehow

- Once Keith explains his reasoning, Shiro’s like “oohhh”

- It doesn’t make him happy but he puts up with ut because he misses Matt too

- When they finally come across Matt, he bypasses both Shiro and Pidge 

- And pulls Keith into a bear hug

- “my son what the hell are you doing in space”

- “shiro did it!”

- “what but but i didn’t even do anything!”

- “you encouraged it so you’re responsible”

- And Matt just kinda screeches like “takashi why the fuck did you bring our son to space”

- Everyone else is confused but it’s funny to watch because Matt gets even more angry when he finds out that Shiro put Keith in charge

- And Keith is touched but he also doesn’t want to see Matt rip Shiro a new one/flirt with him aggressively

- So he clears his throat

- “hey, Matt, have you met Pidge?”

- “darling, why is everyone we know and love in space”

- “because voltron?”

- “uh huh, i see”

- He refuses to let go of Keith the entire time

- Something about “losing a life time of hugs”

- Going so far as to cling onto his arm while Keith is piloting the Black Lion

- And the first time Keith calls Shiro “Takashi” after Matt comes back, Shiro doesn’t even bother hiding his tears

- “you are such a sap”

- (Matt totally ships Klance though)

anonymous asked:

could I have some hcs for ma boys Jesse, Jack, Gabe and Hanzo taking care of an injured or sick reader? like reader really wants to go out again but they haven't fully recovered yet? (I know this is basic af but I'm a sucker for these)

No worries, dear Anon, we are suckers for this kind of requests too, we won’t judge! xD 


JESSE MCCREE

  • You got sick with a bad case of a cold that refused to go away and had been bothering you for almost two weeks now. Knowing how highly contagious a cold tends to be, you told Jesse to stay as far away from you as physically possible; he had various tasks to take care of and couldn’t allow himself to get sick because of an impending mission. Did that stop him? No. Could he care any less? No.
  • He desperately wanted to take care of you and refused to leave your side for more than a few minutes at a time even though you kept reassuring him that it was a simple cold that should be gone within the next few days. He wouldn’t have any of it; to him, this illness could have put your life at stake. He made sure that you got the best treatment possible, he also took off his serape and wrapped it around you to make sure you wouldn’t get too cold (though you had already been wrapped in roughly three blankets).
  • This man needs a lot of affection and you soon realized that a cold didn’t stop him from claiming it. You tried to tell him to stay away from you but he kept going in for kisses and cuddles, not caring that he risked his own health in the process. 
  • He even risked getting into a huge argument with Gabe by not showing up to training a few times and instead preparing some soup for you. It just proved how dedicated he is.
    (Gabe would have given him some time off, he’s not that heartless, but since Jesse never actually asked, the cowboy had to prepare for a lot of extra work.) 
  • Since lying in bed all day got boring quickly, you decided to leave your room and at least get some kind of snack even though you still felt like you were about to faint at any moment. You prayed that you wouldn’t run into your boyfriend but, of course, destiny always brought you two together. He seemed a little shocked to see you out of bed, walking around tiredly and grabbing the kitchen counter for support.
    “This ain’t yer bed, sugar. I could have brought ya that cereal bar, ya know?”
    He quickly led you back to your room and made sure you didn’t leave that mattress for the next few hours, at least not without his aid.
  • Remember how you told him not to get too close to you? Guess who got sick the day you fully recovered. You’ll be passing that cold back and forth for ages if you don’t keep him away! 

JACK MORRISON

  • He truly wanted to help you when you got sick with the stomach flu, honestly, but this man was just so extremely busy due to his position. The least he tried to do was send others, preferably Ana, to frequently check up on you. He also called a lot to make sure you were resting properly and send some words of comfort. 
  • When he noticed your condition slightly worsening, he immediately canceled as many meetings as he possibly could to be with you more, he started to worry too much and wouldn’t have been able to concentrate properly anyway. Jack took some of his paperwork with him to finish it in your room to keep you company and let Gabe and Ana handle training the new recruits. Of course, he wasn’t able to spend all his time by your side but he tried his hardest to pass as much of his work as possible to others. 
  • Though he craved affection and attention as much as Jesse did, he knew how important it was that he didn’t get sick; the strike commander being away for even a few days might have resulted in a disaster. He did give you a comforting pat on the back once in a while, but sadly, he wouldn’t get any closer than that. Hugs and kisses would have been pretty problematic with the stomach flu anyway. 
  • His mom taught him how to help with stomach problems by using some home remedies. He got you some snacks that didn’t cause your stomach too much discomfort and made sure you always drank enough.
  • He always held your hair back for you if it got in your way whenever your stomach rioted and you came face to face with the toilet bowl.
  • Of course, the stomach flu had hit you right before a mission that you had been looking forward to for ages. You might have been able to recover until it started but you still missed out on a significant amount of training. So you tried making your way over to the training facility without running into him but in the end, you did bump right into Jack when rounding a corner in one of the many hallways. He looked at you in confusion for a few seconds, processing the situation until he scowled at you, grabbed you by the wrist and gently guided you back to your room.
    He had already assigned someone else to that mission but promised to soon give you a similar one.
    Jack also took that day off to watch you and make sure you didn’t get any other stupid ideas.

GABRIEL REYES

  • You were a little clumsy; everyone knew that very well, so it didn’t come as a surprise when you broke your ankle during a mission after tripping over a branch in the forest. Other than that, you were perfectly fine, no bruises or anything. Gabe didn’t seem too worried; your injury wasn’t life-threatening, he just kept telling you that you should have been more careful of your surroundings. 
  • He also turned out to be a teasing asshole about it.
    You want a hug? Stand up and get it.
    You need some water? What a shame the kitchen is so far away.
    However, as soon as you did stand up to get what you wanted, he freaked out, reminding you that he was only joking and that you had to sit back down and rest immediately.
  • He was actually worrying a lot more than he would have liked to admit, he kept reminding himself that you would be recovering quickly. Still, when he was at work or training with the Blackwatch members, he was always on edge, couldn’t wait to finally check up on you and make sure everything was alright.
    Gabe ordered McCree and Genji around to bring you water, a meal, another pillow, or anything else you requested when he was too busy. 
  • After finishing work, he immediately went over to your room, checking if you needed anything. As he saw you walking around, limping to the door to get some fresh air and finally move your limbs a little, he swiftly picked you up and put you into your bed again. He kept asking way too many questions. Have you eaten anything yet? Did you drink enough water? Was your foot still hurting a lot? Did you need painkillers?
    You had to reassure him that you were fine; it was just a broken ankle and not the end of the world. He must have completely forgotten about your injury not being life-threatening. 
  • Of course, Angela had given you crutches so it wasn’t like you couldn’t walk or at least hop around the headquarters on your own, yet Gabe didn’t let you go anywhere without supervision.
    You could have tripped and gotten hurt even worse, there was no way he was risking that.
    You thought reminding him that you were a grown adult able to take care of yourself helped? Nope, nice try though.
  • After practicing your puppy eyes for a while, you actually got him to carry you around, preferably by giving you a piggyback ride. Gabe might have sent death glares to the people throwing comments about him going soft but he actually enjoyed it. A lot. 

HANZO SHIMADA

  • You almost got shot during a mission, the bullet only grazed your side in the end but it still left a nasty wound. When Hanzo found out about your injury, he completely freaked out on the inside but was able to conceal his panic pretty well. 
  • He was extremely careful, rejecting any kind of physical contact, afraid of hurting you even though you kept insisting that it barely hurt anymore and it shouldn’t have been a problem at all. Still, he refused to get too close to you, worried that he wouldn’t be able to stop himself after initiating anything. He was scared that any movement might have resulted in your wound starting to bleed again. 
  • Hanzo followed you around almost everywhere, almost every time, watching you closely. He kept an eye on you to make sure you didn’t strain yourself and didn’t do anything reckless that might have caused your wound to open. 
  • He was also extremely observant. If you were still hurting but trying to play it cool, he knew. You tried to hide your pain but he always found out, immediately coming to your side as soon as you winced only slightly, barely visible to anyone else. 
  • He kept asking if he could help you with any tasks or bring you food or drinks while also asking you to please just lie down and rest. He aided you with every single thing, even the easiest tasks that you could have finished by yourself without any problems.
    Hanzo wanted to make sure that there was no way you could hurt your side, he couldn’t stand seeing you in pain. You didn’t mind doing any of your chores, you needed some movement but you decided not to complain. 
  • You decided to go to the training room one night, secretly, having had enough of this confinement to your bed. Hanzo almost got a heart attack when he found your side of the bed empty at midnight but had a feeling you went out to train. He probably would have done the same.
    After he found you carefully practicing some basic moves he started to scold you but soon composed himself. He then proceeded to gently wrap his arms around you, careful not to get too close to your injury, and begged you not to make him worry like that again. After seeing that you were able to do some simple training without being in pain, he allowed you to do more things on your own again, still keeping a close eye on you, of course. 

thetimba  asked:

You are always so unfailingly polite to people who suggest things that are either incorrect, deadly for you, or "hello, this is a chonic thing do you REALLY think I haven't tried that?" goals, tbh

I try to operate on the basis that people want to help, and that is a very good and kind thing. They don’t have to care, they don’t need to try and help someone in some small way, but they try anyway, and that’s to be encouraged.

Sometimes the information is wrong or just doesn’t work for me, but however mildly frustrating it is for me to have to repeat myself, it’s infinitely preferable to dealing with people who don’t care and would step over someone suffering, or worse, dig the boot in. 

I get a lot of…bad messages, on tumblr. From people who are willing to show the world just how cruel they can be because I don’t allow for anon messages. So they’re bold in their hatred for a sick person, wishing they would “shut up or die already” because in their mind I either deserve this or I talk about it too much and I’m not their idea of how a sick person should be (whatever that means)…and I tell them sincerely I am sorry for whatever they are going through that prompts them to act as such, and wish them well. Sometimes I’ll get a hearty “fuck you cunt” in return and that’s my cue to hit the block button. Other times it opens up a dialogue that other person has been needing and they will usually apologize and move on. But some of them stay, and I get to watch them learn, and change, and understand what it means to take light into dark places.

I can still lose the rag sometimes and need to vent, but I always try not to lash out directly at that person unless their rhetoric is truly abhorrent. Sometimes I’ll say, you know your message really hurt me, but I thought about it and realized you must be hurting worse to want to do something like that to another person, so whatever you’re going through I hope you find peace.

Because for every awful message, I get ten good ones, from people who want to help. So even if they are wrong, or I know it already, or I’m having to repeat myself for the hundredth time that day…I’ll take the world where people care, rather than one where they don’t.

anonymous asked:

B, Shiro and coran if you haven't closed already?

A glass settled down in front of Coran, startling him from his daze.  He sat up straight, eyes wide, and paused at the sight of Shiro.  He leaned against the side of the table, hip braced on the edge, a glass held delicately in his metal hand.  

“Apologies, Number One.  I didn’t see you come in.”  Coran rubbed over his face and took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure.

“No problem,” Shiro replied, soft.  Casual.  “I figured you could use one of these.”  He held up the glass as if in toast.

Blinking down at the cup again, Coran realized it was about full with something dark colored.  It smelled strong.

Coran swallowed hard.  “I-”  Then all the tension drained out of him.  He leaned back in his chair, shoulders slumped, as he picked up the glass.  “Suppose I could, at that.”

“You know-”  Shiro cut himself off, then shook his head. “You know what I’m going to say.”

Nodding, Coran sighed.  “I do.”

Allura would be alright.  They’d gotten her in the pod in time.  She’d completed the mission before she’d gone down.  She’d saved the entire planet by deactivating the communications tower and preventing reinforcements.  She’d come home.  She knew the job was dangerous, and she’d embraced it anyway.

Yes, Coran knew all that.

It didn’t make it better when the girl he’d helped raise was asleep behind the glass, complexion gray and wane.

Shiro finally sat down at the chair next to Coran’s, still nursing his drink.  “Did I ever tell you about the trip to Kerberos?”

Pausing, Coran slowly shook his head.  “Not much. I know why you went.  Samples, yes?  Matt and his and Pidge’s father were studying the ice.”  It was, on the whole, a mission Coran could appreciate.  Stepping out into the cosmic waters for the sake of curiosity, then to apply it to one’s own past.  A noble pursuit if there ever was one.

“Yes.  I didn’t have much to do with that, except helping to hold the drill in place.  So, you know, irreplaceable.”   Shiro flashed a smile, just slightly wane.  “But humanity hasn’t mastered gravity control yet, so we were floating in our ship the whole way.”

Coran paused, mouth falling open.  “That was- entire movements!”  

Smile growing, Shiro nodded.  “A good while, yeah.  A couple pheobs, I think?  I’m still not 100 percent on the conversion.  You get used to it, really, even if it’s odd.  It’s nice, never being able to drop anything.  The real problem was that you had to strap yourself in to stay anywhere.  But Matt- you know how he is.  Thinks he’s funny.  Any time someone was distracted, he’d try to clip them to whatever they were closest to.  So, about three weeks in…”

Shiro talked.  Just talked.  Inane conversation, silly stories, sprinkled with teasing the team or Matt.  Never about Allura.  Never about Voltron.  Just- just air.

Coran sipped his drink, and he listened, and once he even laughed.

Mostly, he stayed quiet, and let Shiro a distraction from the thoughts in his head.

“I’ll be sure never to trust Pidge with those wrenches again,” Coran said, smiling thinly.  “Thank you for the warning.”

Shiro saluted him with the glass again.  “Just don’t tell her I told you.”

“I would never.”  He tapped the console and winced at the time.  “It’s getting late.  We should sleep.”  Taking the empty bottle, Coran stood with a groan.  while he was certainly not old, sitting for so long had not been good for him.  “And Shiro… Thank you.”

“Of course,” Shiro replied gently.  He didn’t get up, just watched with too sharp eyes.  “You would do the same for us.  Have.  You should get the same in return.”

Coran closed his eyes and nodded.  “I- yes.  Thank you.”  He took a deep breath.  “Have a good night, Shiro.”

“Good night, Coran.”

As he slipped out, Coran rubbed over one eye with the palm of his hand.

Allura would be safe.  She had come home this time.  Her potential loss was still so real, so world-shattering, so consuming.

But she wasn’t the only family Coran had on board.

That meant something too.

anonymous asked:

Hi omg I lover your writings so much and I read your peter Parker imagine where him and the reader say goodbye before leaving for missions and I was wondering if you could do a continuation for them like saying hi after coming back or something and it's just really fluffy cause they haven't seen each other in all those months thanksssss

(Here’s the part where they leave each other! You don’t have to read it to read this though! https://misswinchester221b.tumblr.com/post/164535573345/headcanons-for-peter-saying-goodbye-to-his-avenger )

1. Peter coming home to you

Steve kept glancing at you and trying not to chuckle as the two of you stood a few metres away from the doorway marked “ARRIVALS” in bold, black lettering. Without realising, you had been jumping with nerves every time an announcement came over the airport tannoy system.

“They should be off the plane by now,” you muttered. “Where are they?”

“Calm down, kiddo,” Steve said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and kissing the top of your head. “He’s with Clint, he’ll look after him.”

“Is that supposed to reassure me?” you joked, nudging him playfully. Despite the age gap of almost ninety years, Steve was like a big brother to you. “Where are they?” you repeated desperately as people started to come through the doors.

Steve grinned suddenly, lifting his hand to wave to someone you couldn’t see.

“There.”

“(Y/N)!”

Finally, you caught sight of a familiar grin in the crowd. Weight seemed to lift from your shoulders so quickly, you felt you could fly as you bolted away from Steve’s side towards your boyfriend.

“Peter!” you squealed, crashing into him and making him stumble. He didn’t fall, but wrapped his arms around you tightly and buried his face in your shoulder. The two of you turned on the spot without even meaning to, refusing to let go of each other.

“I missed you so much,” Peter mumbled, his voice thick with emotion.

“I missed you too,” you whispered, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. “Never leave me that long again.”

“Never,” he promised, pulling away just enough to rest his forehead against yours. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you replied immediately, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. A chuckle sounded from a few feet away.

“Come on, kids,” Steve beckoned, smiling slightly as he and Clint watched your reunion. “Let’s go home.”

Peter’s heart settled into a stable pace for the first time since he had left you three long months ago, and as he laced his fingers with yours, he couldn’t help but think that he was already home.

2. You coming home to Peter

The compound appeared to be empty as you stood in the foyer, your duffel bag suddenly incredibly heavy on your shoulder. You let it fall to the ground with a thud, as your feet appeared to cement themselves to the floor.

You wanted to go and find the team, your family, but you were suddenly unsure of yourself; you hadn’t been here for four months, hadn’t spoken to the team at all due to ridiculously strict protocols. What if things had changed without you? God, what if they’d started another war?

“Mr Parker, you requested that I inform you upon Miss (L/N)’s return to the compound,” came F.R.I.D.A.Y’s soft Irish voice. You smiled softly; of course Peter had done that.

Barely a minute later, the elevator doors slid open and a chestnut-haired whirlwind was unleashed, almost knocking you off your feet.

“OHMYGODYOU'REHOME!”

A burst of laughter escaped you as Peter swept you into his arms, lifting you into the air and spinning you around.

“Peter, put me down!” you squealed, unable to stop laughing as you smacked his shoulders playfully.

He finally set you down, and immediately cupped your face to press his lips to yours tenderly. Neither of you could stop smiling into the kiss, your noses kept bumping against each other, and you were both still spinning and stumbling. It was the perfect reunion.

“Welcome home,” Peter grinned eventually, stroking your cheek softly. You placed your hand over his, unable to stop staring into his beautiful brown eyes now that you were finally seeing them again.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, pressing your lips to his again.

Yes, you were finally home.

His Plan (IBVS Errink)

Finally! I did it. Jeez, so much work- So long too. Hope you enjoy, though, I really enjoyed writing it!!

It may be almost midnight for me. Oops.

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AHHH

I FREAKIN LOVE THIS



“So, why did you want me here again?” Error asked, flopping down on the couch and huffing. This was gonna be boring. “I mean, you just wanted to meet Ink-”

“Of course! We’re going to bond.”

“Wait, what,” Ink cut in, actually majorly confused. “I thought I was here to draw cats.”

“Well, you are, but I figured we could become friends, too! All three of us.” ‘Blueberry’ shot a pointed glare at Error, who mumbled something under his breath and turned away, puffing his cheeks out.

There was the strong desire from Ink to just leave now, but seeing how much Error was bothered by it… he couldn’t help but grin, holding out his left hand for Blueberry to shake, after taking off his winter gloves. “Sounds good. Am I drawing out back?”

Blue shook his head, bending down and picking up one of the tiny kittens that had scampered over. “I’ve taken my animals inside for the winter! Who would leave them out in the cold?” He pet the small black and white creature, allowing Ink to reach over and pet it as well.

Ink shrugged, glancing over at Error, who was staring at Ink. He didn’t turn away, as he realized Ink had caught him, narrowing his eyes and scoffing lightly, Ink winking at him. Hadn’t that… happened before? But this time, Error flushed a bright red before he turned away, crossing his arms for a moment, only to bring one hand up to touch his own face gently.

Ink blinked a few times, mostly in confusion, before turning back to Blue. “I wouldn’t. I just didn’t know when you took them in or put them back out,” he explained, eyes lighting up as Blue let him hold the small kitten, about thirteen weeks old now.

“I take them in around the time it starts getting cold, but I might bring a few out if there are some warmer days.” Ink nodded in response, focused on the squirming animal in his grasp. It bit his pinkie finger gently, gnawing on it.

“Are you ready to draw? I had the perfect model… where did he go-? I’ll go look.” Blue walked off, leaving Ink with the wriggling bundle in his arms. He bent down to let it free, as it seemed to be getting a bit antsy.

He began to take off his hat and coat, as well as his winter boots. He shuffled over to the couch, sitting down on it as far away from Error as he could get. He glanced around the interior of the home, pulling the ponytail holder out of his hair and trying to make it look less messy (Error thought he looked really cute with his hair down and quickly looked away, trying to distract himself with his own hair).

Ink looked over, raising a brow. “What are you doi-”

“None of your business!” Error cut in, pulling out his phone to check his hair. But that’s even when he started questioning himself; would Ink like it? Would he care if even one hair was out of place? Was Error handsome to him?

Error’s face flushed once again as he realized what he was thinking, and he shoved his phone back into his pocket. Whatever, didn’t matter. Nope.

Ink was just leaning against the armrest now, watching a few of the cats jump all over the furniture. Some of them were pretty fluffy, leaving a little bit of fur anywhere they sat for… over five minutes? Probably. Blue had been gone for a while now. Ink sighed, resting on the back of the couch instead of the armrest, pulling out his phone to check text messages.

Nope, nothing from Cross.

How long had it been, a month? Yeah, a month.

… He turned off his phone and put it away, looking away for just a second only to feel a weight on his legs. He glanced down, his right eye twitching as he saw what, no, who, was on his legs. Error had just apparently decided it would be a good idea to lay his head on Ink’s lap.

Was that gay? That was really gay to Ink.

He shoved Error off the couch.

“MOTHERF#CKER-”

“Language!” Blue called down from the second floor. There was a thump and a crash, though, and- “F#ck sh#t oW!”

“You really do try, Blue!” Error called, pulling himself off the floor. He sat back down on the couch, this time in the middle, resting his arm on Ink’s shoulder and his chin on Ink’s head.

“What are you doing?” Ink asked, trying to push him off, to no avail.

“Taking advantage of how short and weak you are,” Error replied, wrapping his other arm around Ink and covering his mouth with his sleeve. “now shut up.”

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Mutual Pining

IchiHime Week 2017

Word count: 1605

Rating: T


Ichigo was staring at her hair.

Orihime’s back was to him as she animatedly told Tatsuki and Chad about a customer that had come in to the bakery asking for a large order of her newest creation: mint and lamb filled steam buns. Her boss had told her she was crazy, but lamb was served with mint all time so why not put it in a pastry? She was sure this was the beginning of her great bakery empire, and she would be sure and remember her friends from her lofty position Queen Baker of the Land of the Rising Sun. Her hair was swishing and trembling as excitedly as the rest of her body. She swept back some her hair over her shoulder, and Ichigo seemed to lean in closer and close his eyes a little.

Suddenly, she whipped around to say something to him, and with his battle-honed reflexes, Ichigo straightened and listened to her with calm and cool collection, answering her with only the tiniest of stutters and the slightest blush that could be mistaken for the heat of the day.

Renji snorted and rolled his eyes. And as if sensing his disdain, Ichigo turned and glared suspiciously. Renji crossed his arms and glared right back. The human was an idiot. Didn’t he see how much bullshit he and Rukia had to go through because he didn’t have the guts to be honest with her? Waiting for the right timing and accomplishments and her brother’s approval and blah blah blah. What did any of that matter? Renji uncrossed his arms, and reached for his fiance’s hand under the table. She didn’t even blink as she continued to calmly sip her tea, but he grinned at the red creeping up the back of her neck and the way her fingers curled around his as his thumb gently stroked the back of her hand
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Yep, Ichigo was an idiot.

Of course, he was one to be talking, but he didn’t have an example of almost unrealized love right in front of his face like Ichigo did. There was no excuse for this – “Oh for pity’s sake,” Renji grumbled, as Orihime turned back and Ichigo went back to mooning over the back of her head like a sick puppy.

“Hm?” said Rukia.

“Your protégé is an idiot.”

“Hm, only an idiot if it takes him decades and decades and decades to be honest,” she said.

Renji cleared his throat and shifted at the steel hiding behind her velvet tone. “Right, well, I – he – he’s got me as a bad example, right? Right in front of him! But he’s been swooning for years now! He’s the savior of the world and legal and still hasn’t had a girlfriend.”

“Kurosaki-kun has a girlfriend?” Orihime asked cheerily. Rukia squeezed Renji’s hand so hard he whimpered, and Tatsuki and Chad looked at each other in mutual exasperation. Only Ichigo, whose face dropped with disappointment, didn’t notice that her happy tone was a little too high and like she’d forced her very generous happiness for him through a very tiny needle eye.

“N-No! I don’t…have a girlfriend, I…No, definitely don’t have one.” Ichigo was blushing hard and staring daggers at Renji. “What the hell are you two talking about over there?”

Renji rolled his eyes as he shook out his hand. “I said, you can save the world, but your pathetic ass has the reached the legal human and age and you still haven’t had a girlfriend.” He looped his arm around Rukia’s stiff shoulders. “What’s the good of all that if you ain’t got a girl?”

Orihime glanced between the two of them as Ichigo stewed and tried to think up an appropriate response. “Kurosaki-kun, he’s kind of right, you know.”
Ichigo gaped at her, betrayed.

“I mean!” she remedied, waving her hands. “You’re so busy and stressed with school, you should have…someone to relax with and have fun!”

All the hearts around her cracked a little at her earnestness, except Ichigo’s heart that was cracking for himself.

“Well, I…I don’t really – Hey!” he nearly shouted, startling her. “What about you? When’s the last time you had a boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend?” she asked, pointing to her own chest. “Um…well, I’ve been busy with the bakery and…stuff…no time for boys, eh heh heh heh.”

Rukia narrowed her eyes at the two. “Orihime, didn’t you go on that date a couple of weeks ago with a boy?”

Orihime blinked at her, the blush at the apples of her cheeks beginning to spread. “Um, well…yes.”

Ichigo’s face paled as his adam’s apple bobbed.

Tatsuki nodded. “You guys are meeting again right?”

Orihime dug her thumbnail into the edge of the table. “Well…yes.”

Ichigo continued to stare at her, strain showing around his eyes.

“What’s he like?” Rukia prodded. Renji turned to stare at her, but she elbowed him.

“Well…nice” she said.

The pale, carrot-topped statue next to her crossed its arms. “Well, why don’t you introduce us?”

“What?!” she stared up at him with huge eyes. “Introduce you?”

He grunted. “We’re your friends. We should check this guy out.”

“I already ‘checked him out,’ Ichigo,” Tatuski said with air quotes. “He’s really nice.”

“So, we’ve established he’s nice,” he glowered. “Any other qualities, or is he just a blob of nice?”

Orihime frowned a little. “Kurosaki-kun, I appreciate you looking out for me, but–”

“He’s hot,” Tatsuki stated.

“Tatsuki-chan!” Orihime hissed.

Her best friend shrugged and mouthed “what?”

Rukia chuckled into her tea as Ichigo looked as if he was torn between throwing this guy into the river or curling into a ball of misery.

“So,” he said when he found his voice. “He’s a…hot blob of nice.” Orihime choked. “Doesn’t mean he’s good enough for her.”

Orihime stopped fidgeting and straightened her spine a little, her voice soft and calm as she said, “Thank you for concern, Kurosaki-kun, but I consider myself an excellent judge of character through my highly developed female intuition. If we…get more serious, I’ll introduce you.” With that, she stood, calm and smiling, but with a little something off kilter about her expression and stance. “I’m sorry, I have to get up early in the morning. See you soon.” She smiled broadly at the Renji and Rukia, the subject of their little gathering. “Congratulations again, Rukia, Abarai-kun.”

They both nodded as Ichigo stared unseeingly at his beer. When she left amongst the chorus of goodbyes, Ichigo grabbed his glass and chugged until only bits of foam clung to the sides.

“More serious,” Ichigo grumped. “What the hell does that mean, more serious? More serious than what?” He paused, his glassy eyes growing a bit large under his scowl. “Does that mean they already are serious? You can’t be more serious unless you’re already some serious, right?” He cursed into his empty glass.
Renji and Rukia looked at each other and then simultaneously raised their fingers for more beer.

“Aren’t you two just too adorable,” Ichigo said acidly.

Renji and Rukia looked at each other and then simultaneously whirled their fingers in circles to keep them coming, ignoring the exaggerated gagging noises across the table.

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After several minutes of watching Ichigo and his team practice for their next tournament, Orihime broke the blessed silence.

“Tatsuki-chan,” she sighed.

“Hm?”

“Have you ever noticed?”

“Noticed what?”

“The way Kurosaki-kun’s hair changes to the same colors as the sky as the sun sets.”

With a long, low grown, Tatsuki lowered her head to the soccer ball in her lap and stayed there.

“Something wrong, Tatsuki-chan?”

Her forehead still touching the ball, Tatsuki turned to look up Orihime’s concerned face. “How it’s going with the hot blob of nice?”

Orihime started. “Huh? Oh, well, he…we decided not to see each other anymore.”

“Oh?” asked Tatsuki, completely unsurprised. “What happened?”

“Nothing, nothing. Just…the usual – oh! Did you see the pass Kurosaki-kun made? He’s getting much better about passing and not trying to win the whole game himself, don’t you think?”

“Orihime,” she said, lifting her head finally.

“What?”

“What happened?”

“Well he started to go for the goal himself, but then saw one of his teammates wide open and–“

“For the love of – no! I mean with the nice blob.”

“Oh…you shouldn’t call him that,” Orihime said, managing to frown at her disapprovingly with her eyes still on the sweaty players.

“Well, I can’t remember his name. What was it?”

“It’s, um…aren’t name’s funny though? We should all refer to each other as poignant descriptions rather than names. Like Ishida-kun could be he-who-glints-his-eyeglasses-for-dramatic-effect and – “

“Oh my god, you can’t remember his name?”

Orihime sputtered and glanced at her sideways. “What? That’s silly. We dated for…well for a bit. Why would I forget his name? I just think hot blob of nice is…a nicer name?”

“So, what happened?” Tatsuki tried again. “You talk to nameless one too much about he-whose-hair-reflects-sunsets?”

Orihime sniffed and twisted the fabric of her skirt around her fingers.

“Oh my god.”

“Well, I don’t think I talked about him that much. Honestly…male egos, you know?

“Uh-huh.”

“Anyway,” Orihime said, her attention back on the practice field as the college boys strode back to the side, shaking hands and clapping backs. “It was fun while it last – oh.”

Orihime’s mouth remained stuck as a perfect ‘o’ as the stripping Ichigo pulled his shirt off the rest of the way. Sweat glistened off his naked torso that looked quite fetching in the low evening light, even to Tatsuki. She turned to her friend, who had leaned forward, her mouth still open.

“Hey Orihime? You should probably breathe.”

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anonymous asked:

You are so cool man. Okay, I just got into investing as in I opened an account with bank of america merrill edge for retirement but haven't done anything else. I know I should like buy safe stocks and stuff, but I am so wary of researching this. like i just don't trust sources that i google or magazines (my dad was interested in stocks and lost a lot of money so I just can't trust him or those magazines). I see that you have set up different markets (target retirement, inflation protected), (1/2

(2/2) and other funds. How did you get started? Where did you research? Like books or things. Thank you for your time!

Aw, thank you Anon! So, this is a little bit of a narrative, buckle up. (There is a readmore below! Read more!) 

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anonymous asked:

Saw that you reblogged a Watch Dogs 2 gif set and so had to ask: are you going to play that game (if you haven't started playing it already)? Because if so... I'd love, and would forever be grateful, if you ended up writing some Wrench dating headcanons sometime in the future. ;)

Originally posted by siidereus

how dare you send this while i’m legit writing a thing for him right meow how did you— Here take a few for now

Just dating Wrench things

  • You legit get the best tech ever to use. If you’re in DedSec it makes your work easier, if you aren’t, the people are around you are fucking jealous because you always seem to have the coolest and most up-to-date tech and apps. Like what the hell? They’re always so convenient and everything handles really well? On that note, your digital profile is one of the most secure ever because Wrench cares about your online security. Like, digital bodyguard boyfriend for the win much????
     
  • Pros and cons, Wrench stalks you digitally. He backs off when you tell him you get uncomfortable, but expect some level of digital stalking, okay? But ONLY HE CAN DO IT. No one else can. No one in DedSec is allowed except for him. Because of this little digital stalking habit of his, expect teasing every now and then of past events. Nothing too invasive like bad break ups or anything, but maybe like:
    “Not sure if bangs were your thing when you were twelve.”
    “I think it’s time you visited your rich relatives overseas and you should pack me in your suitcase so I can mooch off them.”
    “Uh, you never told me you had a pastel stage in your life? We have things to discuss.”
    “YOU HAVEN’T SEEN ANY ALIEN vs PREDATOR MOVIES? Nope come home right now it’s movie marathon time. Tell everyone to fuck off because you have to focus. Pop quiz at the end and everything.”
     
  • So you and Wrench more than likely get together because everyone is sick to death of Wrench’s secret-but-really-obvious feelings for you. I mean, love hearts <3 <3 flashing up on his mask display every time you walk by is kind of REALLY OBVIOUS, WRENCH, GET IT TOGETHER. Or kind of how he stops working on projects to kind of sigh dreamily to watch you read on the couch for a bit and when you catch him looking he just waggles his fingers at you. Marcus pretty much shakes you by the shoulders at some point, begging you to date his best friend and save everyone from the cheesiness. Luckily you reciprocate Wrench’s feelings and of course he’s ecstatic, but GUESS WHAT DEDSEC FRANDS it just makes Wrench get even more openly sappy with you. Congratulations, you played yourselves. Marcus is kicking himself.
     
  • During really long work hours you’d expect Wrench to get stand-offish so he can finish whatever the hell he’s doing, but he actually gets more physical? He’ll work on his projects at his bench with you in front of him, reaching around you to work on his tech. You always tell him you can get out of his way, but he won’t let you budge. If Wrench is waiting for his laptop to process something you’ll likely be sitting next to him and he’ll reach for your hand or he’ll just have you sit in lap. “Makes time go faster.” He says by way of explanation with a flash of love hearts <3.  Liar, that’s not how time works, Wrench.

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AnY Chapter 148 Spoilers ➸

(Kouren looks so pretty in this panel, omg~)

Below the cut you will find my personal (and very sloppy) summary of chapter 148 with some pictures without some pictures once again because, once again, the Korean scans came out hella early. If you want to see them please check the AnY tag. There’s uhh… spoilers and stuff (duh) so be careful XD

*sensually sprinkles salt all over this post to remind you to take this summary with a grain of salt* The usual guys, the usual. 

Okay, that’s enough salt, let’s get on with it!

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psiioniichearts  asked:

I love your Mystic Messenger headcanons! If you haven't already, I was wondering if maybe you could do one with the RFA dating the MC but they see them irl and find out the MC is a guy? I played the game and loved it but well ^^;; funny story, I'm a guy. Thank you!

thank you so much for this request, i like it a lot! it’s long so i put it under a cut c:

~headcanon requests closed for now~

Seven thought it would be like, the prank of the century! just tell every MC is a girl, it will be SOOOO funny when they all find out! but, um….he had no idea they were all going to fall in love with MC

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The Future of Voltron: Legendary Defender

I have been re-watching Voltron a lot lately and I’ve noticed a good bunch of small dialogues and quickly passed scenes that might connect into a bigger plotline in the upcoming seasons. 

There is going to be spoilers for the two seasons that are currently available on Netflix, so if you aren’t caught up yet you shouldn’t continue reading. 

First up I’d like to quickly talk about Voltron and foreshadowing. The show has already within the first two seasons foreshadowed major events happening later in the show. Examples of this include Keith’s and Zarkon’s battle in the final episode of season 1 where Zarkon says: “You fight like a Galra soldier.” 
And as we know Galra!Keith was confirmed in the second season. 

Another character known for foreshadowing major events is Coran. In the first season episode 5 ‘Tears of the Balmera’ this conversation happens between Coran and Hunk: 

Hunk: “So this crystal is basically the hardest thing in the universe to get?”
Coran: “I don’t know about the hardest, there is the scaultrite found only in the stomaches of the giant weblums.”

And what happens in season 2? Keith and Hunk have an entire episode dedicated to them obtaining the scaultrite from the weblums. 

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Title: Subtle Jealousy
Character: Danny Rand
A/n: I didn’t wanna make it exclusive so the author character in this is totally made up.

“So, what’s happening again?” Danny asked as he watched you run around the main floor of the shop, shoving books into shelves with impressive speed and accuracy. He had offered help, but you refused, wanting to get it done as soon as possible.

You huffed, placing the last few books where they needed to go and turned to him. “One of my favorite authors came in earlier today, him and I started having small talk whenever I ran him up and he invited me out to coffee whenever I was finished here.”

Danny looked up at you. “I thought you always locked up the shop? Unless it was an emergency.”

“I told Layla about what happened and she offered to cover for me,” You explained, smiling at whenever you were finally finished. “Besides, I think I’ve earned a night off to myself don’t you think?”

Danny gave you a small smile, watching you hop about the shelves. “What’s his name?”

“Neil Melville, he wrote these great couple of books a couple years ago when he was still in college,” You explained, your fingers flittered around a couple shelves until you located the first one and tossed it to him. “But he’s really great, you’d like his stuff.”

Danny looked down at the cover, it was brightly colored and showed various mystical creatures all over it, so he knew it was fantasy.

“Where are you two going?”

There a short humming noise from your end while you tried to get the store situated before you left. “I don’t actually remember the name, I’m gonna give him a ring before I go.”

“You have his number?”

You gave Danny a short smile before passing him with a short nudge on his shoulder. “Listen, I’ll make sure to call you if anything happens. But you really shouldn’t worry.”

Danny looked over to you and saw that you were adjusting the collar of your shirt over your cardigan and fixing up your hair. He didn’t even notice he has started to frown whenever he looked up and saw how grumpy he looked in the mirror.

He hopped down from the counter, sliding the book on to it. “I think I’m gonna head out,” Danny said, placing his hands into his pockets and giving you a small smile. “But lemme know how it all goes.”

“Why exactly does this matter to you so much?” Colleen asked as she tried to measure up how much duct tape she would need to fix the one arm of her punching dummy. “And more importantly, why did you think to come to me? I get I’m your friend, but relationships aren’t exactly my specialty.”

Danny, who was sitting crossed legged on the floor, looked down at the mat and shrugged. “I dunno, you’re the only person besides (Y/n) that I talk to.”

Colleen tore a long peice of duct tape from the roll and turned back to him. “From what I’ve heard, this seems like a textbook example of jealousy, my friend.”

Danny’s posture straightened up and he frowned. “Why would I be jealous? That doesn’t make any sense.”

Colleen gave him a coy smile. “Yes it does. You have feelings for your old childhood friend, simple.” She turned back and began taping the wooden arm to it’s proper place.

Danny jumped to his feet. “No I don’t! I’m just concerned about her well being!”

“Mhm,” Colleen looked up at him skeptically. “Alright then, answer me this,” She started, leaning against the center of the training dummy once the arm was secure. “If (Y/n) were to continue to see this guy,” She instantly saw the shift in Danny’s eyes but kept going. “And eventually she starts spending more time with him than you, how would you feel?”

Colleen smriked at the grumpy frown that started to take up his face. She knew all about Danny’s feelings for you when she saw the way he looked at you when he brought her to your shop one day.

You and her got into a lengthy discussion about some novel and while you were going on a tangent, Colleen glanced over at Danny and saw him giving you the most enamored expression she’d seen on a person that wasn’t in a film.

Danny thought about it, and the answer was pretty simple. He hated the thought, it was bad enought that tonight was when the two of you usually went out into the city to do something together, but now the idea that someone would take up all of your time made him upset.

“I wouldn’t like it at all.”

Colleen nodded, pointing the roll of duct tape at him. “Then I hate to break it you, but you’re jealous.”

Still in denial, Danny looked up at her. “I don’t think she’d start going off with someone all the time, she’s not the type.”

“People change when they’re in love.”

“Who said anything about love?” Danny’s tone might have been a tad more sharp than be anticipated because Colleen was smirking again.

“Oh yeah, classic case of jealousy.”

Danny looked across the street at the coffee shop where you were seeing Neil. Not long after you got there, you sent Danny a small message letting him know where you were and that everything had been fine so he shouldn’t worry.

Still, everything about the situation seemed off to him. There was a nagging feeling in his chest that screamed that it didn’t like what was going on.

But it was all new to him, he had never felt this sort of way before.

But he knew he didn’t like it.

Especially since even across the street he could easily you and Neil sitting at a table next to the window. You and him appeared to be chatting up a storm, and Danny had never seen your eyes light up so much around another person.

Deciding to take the initiative, Danny crossed the street and entered into the busy coffee house, hiding himself behind a tall bookshelf so he could see exactly what was happening.

You two must have been discussing one of Neil’s books, because you began bringng up character arcs and other literary terms Danny didn’t fully understand.

But then, there was a brief moment when Neil’s hand brushed against yours and it prompted Danny immediately to walk over to the table without even thinking.

You saw him instantly due to your seating, and you gave him a confused expression when you did. “Danny? What are you doing here?”

Danny blinked, not exactly sure why he came over or how he was going to talk his way out of it.

“Are you a friend of (Y/n)?” Neil asked, prompting Danny to turn his attention to him instead.

“Yes! I am! A very close childhood friend!” Danny said, introducing himself as the two of them shook hands.

“I hate to interrupt, but Colleen had something happen at the dojo and we could really use another hand.”

You turned back to Neil and gave him an apologetic smile. “I’d hate to cut this short, but would you mind if I stepped out?”

Neil shook his head. “Of course not, we can always make time to talk again.”

Danny watched the two of you bid each other goodbye before Neil left the coffee house.

“So, what’s up with Colleen?”

Danny’s eyes widened for a moment when he remembered his small white lie. But his phone went off and when he looked at the screen it was a message from her asking where he ran off to.

“Actually, she just let me know that she called a guy to come over to look at the thing.”

You looked puzzled again. “Really? Maybe I should call Neil again then.”

Danny perked up. “Well on my way here, I saw that the movie theatre down the street is showing your favorite film, thought you might be interested in going with me since we’re already here.”

You smiled at him. “Today’s when we usually go out isn’t it?” You asked, to which Danny eagerly nodded and held his hand out to you, making you chuckled and placine your hand in his. “Lead the way.”

Danny laughed and the two of you left the coffee house, once outside you gave his hand a small press.

“You don’t have to go through all that trouble and lie to hang out with me, just let me know next time.”

Danny flashed you a guilty smile. “It worked though, didn’t it?”

jujyfru1t  asked:

I haven't played BotW *cries* but idk something popped into my head about them swimming together and I really want it? Maybe in Zora's Domain? (ye goddesses I hope it's as awesome as I thought OoT's was) thank you!! ^o^/

Swimming it is! Note: I decided that this was going to take place some time after my first fic, where they kiss. So there is a bit of a romantic relationship already established between them. Wink wink.


It was hot. They were well into summer, and it was an especially humid day. While originally on ‘business’ at Zora’s Domain, it didn’t take long for them to make their way down to the lake to spend some time with the one and only exuberant Zora prince, Sidon. He had insisted that they stay longer and get some relief from the heat, so they could catch up and enjoy themselves a bit.

“I swear you two never stay long, you’re always on a mission of some sort.”

While they usually might have declined (there was, after all, a lot of work to put forth into rebuilding a fallen kingdom), it was simply to hot outside to argue. And it would be nice to catch up with their old friend.

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anonymous asked:

20 and 12 for mreyder :3

Things you said that I wasn’t meant to hear

Reyes never slept much, that was just how things were. There was always so much to do, so many things requiring his immediate and undivided attention that being dead to the world for more than a bare minimum of hours seemed like a horrible waste of time. His body was so used to this ascetic regime that even on his rare days off he simply couldn’t force himself to sleep in. At the break of dawn, or whatever equivalent it had in deep space, he laid wide awake staring at the quarters’ ceiling, no trace of drowsiness lingering in his mind.

That had its perks though. Reyes turned his head to the right, a fond smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Unlike him, Scott had zero problems with sleeping – he slept, one can even say, with enthusiasm, mouth parted and drooling obliviously at his pillow.

Lo and behold the mighty Pathfinder.

The thought that he was the only one privileged enough to see Scott like this, so vulnerable, unkempt, almost childlike warmed Reyes’s heart to a degree he did not anticipate. The things that man did to him, unbelievable…

A month or so had passed since the Charlatan’s coup d'état in Kadara Port and it was only Reyes’s second night he got to spend on the Tempest. But things were looking good on all fronts, more than Reyes dared to expect even in his most optimistic prognoses. He had been preparing himself mentally that Scott – Scott the paragon of virtue who flew across the galaxy helping people – would reject him as soon as he’d learn the whole truth, of all the shady and questionable things he had done. But no. Scott understood that things were rarely black and white, Scott accepted him for who he was, good and bad. Reyes knew that he was a lucky man to have found someone like Scott. He didn’t deserve him, not by a long shot.

Reyes felt the overwhelming urge to wrap his arms around his lover. Not being the one to refuse himself much, he shifted closer to Scott, his hand resting on his shoulder blade, his lips pressing to his forehead.

Scott stirred, sighing softly. A warm, boneless mass against Reyes’s chest. Barely lucid, he instinctively reached out for his lover, his fingers curling on the tawny hip. Scott didn’t open his eyes yet. Maybe that was for the best – he couldn’t see the embarrassingly mushy expression on Reyes’s face.

“Rey…?” he mumbled, his lips tickling Reyes’s neck as he spoke.

“Yes?” He carded his hand through the mess of hair on Scott’s head, massaging his scalp gently. Scott liked that, the tender motion always seemed to soothe him. It worked like magic even now, making the Pathfinder sigh again with contentment.

“…fee…”

“What?”  

“…coffee…”

“Coffee?” Reyes echoed with amusement. “You want some?”

“…mhm…”

“As you wish.” Reyes chuckled, nuzzling against his cheek. “One coffee coming right up.”

A languid smile curved Scott’s lips.

“Love you,” he said, warm glints of affection flickering in his half-opened, heavy-lidded eyes, still clouded with remnants of whatever dream he was having.

The sight completely melted Reyes’s heart. Smiling like a fool, he kissed Scott’s temple, the corner of his eye, his cheek before finally letting their lips meet in a surprisingly chaste union, almost an antithesis of the lustful kisses they shared in the evening.

“Be right back,” Reyes said, stroking Scott’s chest before finally sliding away from his lover towards the edge of the bed. He let his bare feet fall onto the cold floor and then stood up, stretching his stiff muscles. Although the temperature on the Tempest was optimal for humans and other humanoid species, it still felt chilly against his naked skin, warmed so perfectly by Scott’s pliant body. He missed it already.

No, his thoughts shouldn’t wander off in that direction or he’d just dive in straight back to bed and never leave.

With an inward sigh, he located his pants under a chair, thrown there haphazardly the night before. He picked them up, aware of Scott’s gaze on him.

“Enjoying the view?” he asked, turning to his lover. Just as expected, Scott, still not fully awake, observed him with a relaxed smile playing on his lips.

“Mhm.”

Reyes shook his head and put the pants on.

“I expect something in return for that coffee. I am, after all, a greedy man.”

“I know… a kiss then?”

“Not good enough.”

“Two?”

“At least five.”

“Four and a half,” Scott said with mock sternness. “Final offer.”

Reyes laughed, feeling another burst of sentiment towards that impossible man.

“Deal. You drive a hard bargain.”

“Been taught by the best.”

They exchanged telling glances and smiles like true partners in crime.

This relationship shouldn’t have worked, all evidence and premises pointed to its inevitable destruction. How could love bloom freely between the human Pathfinder, a symbol of hope for the whole of Andromeda, and the Charlatan, the head of a criminal organization ruling over Kadara Port? But somehow it did, against all odds.

“Incredible.”

“Hm?”

“The coffee I’m going to prepare for you,” said Reyes smoothly, giving his lover his signature wink.

Hearing Scott chuckle, Reyes walked across the room to the door. He hesitated before pressing the button though. His current looks were hardly… presentable. Wearing only his pants, with disheveled hair and enough love bites on his skin not to leave much to imagination what he and Scott were doing the night before, he was bound to scandalize the crew, who didn’t have a very high opinion on him in the first place.

Oh well, it was still early, surely no one would be up at this ungodly hour, he thought punching the door open.

As soon as he stepped into the kitchen, he understood how wrong he was. Jaal and Liam were sitting at the table, empty bottle of wine in front of them, and chatting about something animatedly. At least until they spotted Reyes. The atmosphere then soured at once. Both the angara and the human gave him unfriendly stink eyes reserved perhaps for something filthy that stuck to the sole of your shoe.

Well then, an excellent start.

“Morning,” Reyes said in a neutral tone as if he hadn’t noticed the icy cold reception. They didn’t reply. It didn’t bother him too much though. Tons of people hated him, that was basically in the job description. Two more didn’t make too much of a difference, he was used to it.

Unperturbed, he opened the cupboard and took out Scott’s favorite mug – the one with the Brave Heart Lion from the old Care Bears cartoon. What a nerd. Reyes caught himself smiling like a goofball as he started the coffee machine. Scott’s blend of choice contained more milk, caramel syrup and sugar than the coffee itself, he knew that by now. Sweet drink for a sweet boy.

God, he couldn’t believe he had just thought something that cheesy. Scott brought out the worst sap out of him. And Reyes wasn’t entirely sure if he minded that.

Reyes was so caught up in his own musings that he had nearly forgotten that he wasn’t alone in the kitchen. A grunt full of disapproval and even more disapproving words reminded him of that quite successfully.

“I don’t like you,” announced Jaal.

It was hard not to laugh, but Reyes managed to keep a straight face.

“And here I thought we can make s’mores and sing kumbaya together.”

“I don’t understand what you are referring to, but we will certainly not do that.”

“Well, here go my weekend plans…”

“Listen, smartass,” Liam chimed in, openly hostile. “You’re not welcome on this ship.“

“No, really? I can’t believe it, everyone’s so nice to me,“ Reyes deadpanned, casting a brief, almost bored glance at the man. This indifferent reaction only infuriated Liam even more.

“It’s a disgrace that you’re here,“ Liam slurred, the alcohol making him more open with his resentment. “You’re a bloody exile and a criminal, you should be in prison.“

Reyes felt the anger rushing in his veins, but he bit back the reply, not showing that the words had phased him in any way. There was no point trying to engage in a conversation with any of them. All he had to do was to wait until the machine spat out the fancy coffee for Scott and he’d be out of here in a blink of an eye.

But Liam wasn’t done yet, not even close. He scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“Honestly, Scott must be a bigger idiot than we thought to trust you.“

It was as if a thunderbolt hit him straight in the chest. He spun around to face them, his muscles tensed and ready for a fight.

“Leave him out of this,“ he snarled, making Liam and Jaal stare at him with surprise and maybe with fear too. “You don’t like me and insulting me is your new hobby? Fine, I’ve heard worse. But don’t you fucking dare talk shit about Scott.“

“Yeah, as if you care about him,“ Liam said with scorn. “You’re just using him for his connections, we all know that. Only Scott is too naive to see that.“

Reyes narrowed his eyes, seething and truly wounded. It… well, it was a painful thing to hear. If the crew thought that about him, could Scott be swayed too one day?

“We’re watching you. When you hurt him we will eject you into space.“ Jaal wasn’t joking. “With pleasure.“

Reyes grit his teeth, clenched his fists. They went too far. Implying that he was here to hurt Scott? No, he couldn’t stand for it, he wouldn’t.

“Same applies to you,“ he said, his voice sharp like a blade of a knife.

“What?“ Liam replied, puzzled. Reyes smiled, but that smile had no humor in it. It was a warning.

“You’re all so self-righteous, looking down and passing judgment, and yet you seem to forget who I really am. I’m not just some smuggler nobody. I’m the Charlatan. If any of you just as much as look at Scott in a funny way, you’ll have the wrath of the whole Collective on your asses. Just so we’re clear, it’s a two way alley. You may keep an eye on me, but I’m keeping mine on you just as much. Hurt him and you’ll die. Painfully.“

A soft ding cut through the silence that enveloped the room – the coffee was ready. Reyes took the mug and walked out of the room, not deigning Liam and Jaal with even a passing glance. He didn’t have to, he knew they were both staring at him in stunned silence.

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Hearing the sound the machine made, Scott backed away slowly, returning to his room. His heart raced in his chest. He didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but he got bored waiting and decided to join his boyfriend in the kitchen. But what he heard… Reyes’s words resounded with devotion, care and power. Scott was slightly frightened. And touched. And turned on, all at once.

He needed to have a serious talk with his crew though.

Scott kicked off his pants and slipped under the sheets again as if he had never left. Reyes walked in a moment later, a steaming mug in his hands.

Scott looked closely at his lover’s face, trying to read his thoughts on what had happened in the kitchen. Reyes was so good at clamming up, at hiding his emotions, burring them deep beneath the surface of a suave charmer. But Scott couldn’t be fooled. He saw the hurt in his lover’s eyes, despite his efforts to smile.  

“Here you are. One coffee, just as requested,“ Reyes said, sitting at the edge of the bed. Scott sat up as well, taking the mug carefully. The smell told him that Reyes remembered how he liked to take his drink. That was really sweet.

“Thank you.“ Scott hesitated, unsure if he should do it. But he felt like he must. He put the mug away on the nightstand. Reyes looked at him quizzically, thousands of thoughts probably running through his head.

“I love you,“ Scott said, pouring his heart into these words, his hand reaching to Reyes’s cheek. “And nothing and no one can change that. I… I just wanted you to know that,“ he added, a little embarrassed.

But Reyes looked at him with nothing but adoration, his eyes lively and bright again.

“Thank you, Scott. I needed to hear that.“ His words were soft, just as his lips when he gave him a kiss. And then another, locking him in a warm embrace.

The coffee stood on the nightstand completely forgotten.


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