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anonymous asked:

Headcanons for mcree/gengi/hanzo/reaper reacting to their s/o asking to sit on their lap

I just need all these men to sit in a row so I can lay on all of their laps, okay.




McCree

  • Uh, YES
  • His s/o probably wouldn’t even have to ask he would already have them on his lap or be in the process of pulling them to him
  • His s/o cannot walk past him while he’s sitting without an arm snaking around their waist and getting pulled to him
  • On the rare occasion that his s/o does ask though he’ll grin like a fool
    • If his s/o is blushing as they do it he is 10x happier
  • Will put everything aside (paperwork, food, ANYTHING) to make room for his s/o
  • He’ll pull them right against his chest, squeezing them and inhaling deeply
  • Once on his lap there is little chance they will be leaving anytime soon

Genji

  • A little self conscious about having his s/o sit on his lap
    • His body is pretty solid, so wouldn’t it be uncomfortable for them?
    • Will need some convincing to let it happen
  • Isn’t sure if it’s a sensual thing or sexual
    • In his younger days he would pull women onto his lap in the clubs because it made them giggle and he could feel them up easier (he was a playboy after all!)
    • But now with his s/o it’s more than physical so he’s not sure what to expect
  • Isn’t clear on where to put his hands–waist, back, hips, thighs???  
  • His s/o will have to take the lead and place his hands somewhere
    • One hand wrapped around their back and resting on their hip, the other doing whatever Genji wants
    • Hair stroking, resting on the thigh, running over their arms, etc.
  • Will be asking if they’re uncomfortable for a while until they nuzzle into his neck and pull him close
  • He’ll be glad they can’t see his face, because he’s a blushing mess
  • Once comfortable with it he’ll fall back into the playboy days and get flirty
    • His hands will glide over places they probably shouldn’t in public, but only when nobody is looking
  • LOVES to make his s/o blush or laugh
  • Will tickle them a bit

Hanzo

  • Wouldn’t reply right away when his s/o asks
    • He’s not one for PDA or large physical gestures, so he isn’t sure how to answer
    • He’s not saying no, he’s just trying to sort through his emotions because he would love to be close with his s/o like that
  • But he remembers seeing Genji do it all the time with his dates, and so casually too, but that’s his only real example of it
    • Does he have to be as handsy as his brother?  He’s nervous others will look down on the display
    • Remembers what others would say about Genji’s carefree attitude as well as some of the nasty things they said about his dates and doesn’t want anyone saying that about his s/o
  • It’s a no-go publicly.  Privately though???
  • He’ll have his s/o in his lap during some downtime
  • If he’s reading in his room he’s more than happy to have them there reading or doing something quietly as well
  • He’s grateful his s/o asked though he wouldn’t necessarily say that out loud
  • Those moments have become some of his most treasured

Reaper

  • Prefall he would be pulling his s/o into his lap just like McCree
  • Isn’t scared of ruining a tough guy attitude by giving some affection to the love of his life
  • Would love to make them ask though, purposely going out of his way to make it difficult to sit on his lap until they are forced to request it
  • Whispers sweet-nothings in his s/o’s ear
  • After the fall he would never offer it up like he used to
  • It wouldn’t really occur to him until he and his s/o are alone and he’s going over some potential Talon targets and plans when his s/o asks
  • He’ll wish his mask was on because his eyes widen as he looks at them
  • Will slowly nod and open his arms up
  • When his s/o is in his lap, cuddled up, he’ll actually blush
  • He’d forgotten the feeling of having someone close like that
  • Having their weight on him, their body heat and scent surrounding him
  • It gets hard for him to focus on work and eventually he’ll shove the papers away and start to do what he used to
  • Whispering sweet nothings, and sometimes something dirty to rile his s/o up
  • Runs his fingers through their hair or over their face
  • Peppered kisses along the jaw
With You By My Side - Ten (finale)

A/N: FINAL part you guys.. Thank you so much for sticking with me trough this series.  You are all amazing! And I’m sorry….. Shout out to my beta @thorne93.

Characters: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: ALL THE FUCKING ANGST. Character death. Entire part is Jensen’s POV

Worcount: 1660

*not my GIF*

Originally posted by the-tres-geckos

JENSEN’S POV.

It had been a week since we came home from the hospital. The first couple of days she had been fine, moving around in the house, watching movies with me on the couch, but on day four we had to move everything down to the guest room since she was no longer able to climb the stairs. Yesterday she didn’t manage to get out of bed at all, and the doctors are now talking hours, maybe a day.

As I sit by the breakfast table, alone, I call my mom to let her know what’s going on. We don’t talk for long because dad are already packing their bags. He had loaded them in the car before we hang up. My parents love (YN), they always have. I still remember the lecture my mom gave me after I brought (YN) to Dallas for the first time.

“She’s special to you, Jensen. I can tell by the way you look at her and how she looks at you. You should just tell her how you feel now so that you can start your lives together, I guarantee you’re going to regret it if you don’t.”

The all too familiar lump forms in my throat as I replay her words in my head. I know that my mind should be here, in the present, that I should savor every moment we have left, but it’s hard not to dwell on all the things we’ve missed out on in the past, and the things we will miss out on in the future. I shoot a quick text to Jared, telling him that she’s nearing the end of her life, letting him know that if they want to say goodbye they should probably come over soon.

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The ingredients are 
  slow kisses, soft hands and quick smirks
  mixed with a handful of words spoken quickly 
  and almost-meaningful looks from across the room
  You put everything together and let it rest in the mind of someone who feels everything too deeply.
  It’s done.
  “It doesn’t taste like love.

but I’ll have it anyway”

on this episode of “do I go to the hospital and get admitted to a psych ward or do I lay in my room contemplating everything until i fall asleep from exhaustion”

the umbrella threw merle across the room as soon as he touched it but it let taako pick it up…..it didn’t let magnus use it….it cast scorching ray at kravitz on their date….she only felt safe w taako and wanted to protect him…im in tears

Jean has a wardrobe problem

Literally a wardrobe problem, in that she doesn’t seem to have one.

I started off collecting some screencaps of her bedroom, because it’s always fascinated me. It’s so different from the rest of the house, in a way that I think really reflects her personality.

And also, she a forty-something woman living in one room. Everything she has, and everything she has been, is in that one room. Christopher is still there, or at least his medals are.

She has access to the rest of the house, but no real influence over how it is furnished or decorated. It’s Lucien (or perhaps, more realistically, Thomas or even Genevieve) who chose the furniture, the paintings on the walls, and the photos on the piano.

Jean has just one room, and I think I have rarely seen such a feminine room; pink walls, bottles and potions on the dressing table, the wireless, fresh flowers…

The screencaps above are all from 1.2 and 1.3, so really early on in their relationship, but Lucien invites himself in to her (only) private space, and to me it feels almost like an invasion. This is her world, not his.

There’s a wicker trunk under the window that I hadn’t noticed before. Do you think this is Jean’s Trunk of Womanpain? There’s also a blue case to the left of the trunk, and I wondered if it was the sewing machine case that she takes on picnics, but I can’t see a handle, so maybe not.

Jean’s bedroom takes a rest in series 2 and 3, which I found intriguing. In these two series their intimate moments happen out there in the rest of the house: in the garden, by the kitchen sink, at the table.

By series 4 we have Lucien sneaking into her room and stealing her things. All in a good cause, though.

And then later we see Jean retreating to her room. Suddenly it must feel like the only safe place in the house, the only place that doesn’t belong to Mei Lin.

And finally, at least till we get S5, we have The Visit To See Jean’s Pyjamas. It was this scene that made me look for the wardrobe, as I was puzzled by Jean hanging her blouse on the door handle. It doesn’t seem like the sort of thing she would do.

And then it struck me. The only corner of the room I hadn’t seen so far is the one behind Jean’s right shoulder in the last screencap. And there it is - a cupboard, a lamp, a book (I think), but no wardrobe.

So where does she keep her clothes? Where does she hang the Pink Robe of Chastity, the tatty old cardigan she only seems to wear at dawn, the Green Dress of Jealousy, and all the mismatching skirts and blouses?

There’s only one logical conclusion: in Lucien’s room. Don’t tell me I’m wrong. Don’t ruin my dreams.

tobeflyhaikyuu  asked:

dreams with bokuroo

This is probably the best idea I’ve come up with and I’m not sorry

Kuroo was 7 when the dreams first started. He was standing in the living room of an unfamiliar house, two people, a man and a woman, stood in front of him. He knew that he had never seen these people before, yet they seemed familiar, comforting even. They smiled down at him, the man ruffling his hair, before they turned to the door, suitcases in tow. As they got further and further away, the scene changed. He was standing in the isle of a church, people in black all around him. He lifted his head and saw two caskets; it was the man and woman from before. He fell onto the ground, screaming and crying. The scene changed again, this time to total darkness.

Why did they have to go?

The first few times he woke up screaming, his mother would rush into the room, hugging him and telling him everything was okay. She did this for the first two weeks. The dream lasted an entire year. 

He had heard of it, everyone had. It was rare, but not unheard of, sharing memories with your soulmate through dreams. He hoped that this wasn’t the case, for the other person’s sake.

The next time he had a dream, he was 11. He couldn’t see anything, the darkness from the previous dream still evident. It was cool, the air chilled him down to the bone. It started off in silence, but slowly the voices got louder and louder. 

You’re so annoying

Why are you even here? 

Go away

Can’t you see nobody likes you?

He threw his hands over his ears, but no matter how hard he pressed, the voices only got louder.

Stop it! he screamed into the darkness. I know

During the two months this dream occurred, Kuroo felt, empty. Everyone around him knew something was wrong, but he didn’t have a good answer to what. It was just a dream, so why was it affecting him so much? As much as he told himself this wasn’t one of those soulmate instances, it was getting more and more believable. 

When he was 13, the dreams returned. It began in the darkness, a common theme between the last few, however it quickly changed. Out of the darkness, a bright orb of light rolled towards him. He bent down and picked it up, bringing it to his face to examine it. As soon as he recognized it as a volleyball, the entire scene changed. He was in a gym, surrounded by people. Although he didn’t recognize any of them, there was a sense of family. The feeling on the ball in his hands and the teammates around him was nice. Unlike the previous dreams, this one was nice.

For the three weeks he had this dream, he always woke up smiling. He had given up trying to pretend this had nothing to do with his soulmate, so he was glad that the other person finally seemed happy. It also occurred to him that they both enjoyed volleyball, and that made him even happier.

The last dream came only once. He was 17, and it was the night before the Fukurodani Group Training Camp. He started off in a gym, but unlike the other dreams, this gym really was familiar to him. It was the third gym, the gym where he, along with Bokuto, Akaashi, and whoever else they could convince would spend their free practice. He felt happy, it was as if this was his favorite place to be. Although Kuroo knew this gym well, he felt like he was seeing it for the first time. He was standing in the center, alone, just taking it all in when the door opened. He turned to great whoever was coming in when he was startled awake.

The one who entered the gym was himself.

The entire ride to Shinzen was a mess for Kuroo. He didn’t sleep at all after the dream, and instead spent all his time thinking. It was someone he knew, that much was certain. What’s more, it was someone in his small group. The only people he could think of were either Akaashi or Bokuto; they were the only ones who constantly practiced with him. He didn’t know that much about Akaashi, but he just didn’t feel like it was him. That left Bokuto, his best friend. He felt like he had known Bokuto his entire life, but when he actually thought about it, he didn’t know that much about him. Sure, he could tell you his favorite ice cream (strawberry), and where he would travel if he could go anywhere (New Zealand), but he didn’t know anything about him. But, that just made him believe it even more. 

Nekoma was the last team to arrive, and by the time they got situated it was already lunch. 

“Hey Akaashi,” Kuroo greeted when he saw the Fukurodani setter. He looked around, but didn’t see the ace anywhere.

“He’s in the gym still, he said he needed a minute alone,” Akaashi responded, noticing Kuroo’s wandering glances. Akaashi nodded his head towards the third gym and walked off, leaving Kuroo behind. He took a deep breath before turning to walk towards the gym. He wasn’t sure why, but he felt like his whole life had been waiting for this moment, and he was terrified. He took another deep breath before stepping up and sliding the door open.

There, standing in the middle of the gym, was Bokuto. As soon as they locked eyes, everything fell into place. They were soulmates. they always had been, they just hadn’t known it. 

“Bo,” Kuroo sighed, closing the distance between them. He stopped as soon as he was in front of the other boy, looking at him with curious eyes.

“Ya know, I always felt like I knew more about you than I should have,” Bokuto grinned, tilting his head to the side. Kuroo chuckled, yeah, he felt like that too.

“Bo,” Kuroo began, his voice serious. It had just dawned on him that everything he had seen, from the death of his parents to the constant bullying, were all done to the other boy.

“Don’t” Bokuto said, cutting him off. “That’s all in the past now. I’m happy with who I am, I’m happy playing volleyball, and I’m happy with you. I decided long ago that dwelling on the past doesn’t get you anywhere.”

“This is going to sound super cliche, but how would you feel about having new dreams?” Kuroo asked, looking at Bokuto with hopeful eyes.

“As long as we’re together, I’ll do anything.”

Returned Rose AU

Basically, this follows the idea that Garnet never destroyed Pearl’s replicator wand. They got rid of everything with a different setting on the wand that destroyed the replicas. Pearl took the wand back, and everything went normal for a time.

After Storm in the Room, Stevn continued to visit his ‘mom’ in the room, just for the simplicity and feeling of having a mother be there for him. The more he creates her, however, the more of Rose’s memories she gets. They’re.. phantom memories, really, its not really Rose, but over time, through her, Steven learns something unique. He can potentially transfer Rose’s consciousness from him to another gem. (much like his possession powers, but with rose’s consciousness instead of his) Unfortunately, it would have to be a Rose Quartz gem he used, and that presents problems. 

1. there were no other rose quartzes on earth
2. putting rose’s consciousness in another would essentially mean killing the other, and he couldn’t do that.

Unsure of what to do, Steven develops an idea. Using the Room’s help, he’s able to slip into Pearl’s room & steal her replicator. Back in the room, he holds it to his gem, and though he’d nervous, wondering if it’ll duplicate HIM too, it doesn’t, and soon, he just… has an empty Rose Quartz gem at his disposal.

With the room’s Rose guiding him, Steven kisses the gem, his own gem glowing, and begins to transfer Rose into the copy. Unfortunately, he goes too far, giving Rose some of his own human life force. Luckily, he ends it before she gets too much. Then, he waits. She doesn’t reform immediately, & he thinks he’s failed for a few hours before she finally begins to form, and there she is. 

She’s confused & overwhelmed, and when she finds out what Steven did, she’s horrified bc it could have KILLED him, but… she’s alive, and so is he.

Unfortunately, what Steven didn’t know was that the transfer divided their magic. Their powers are split between them, they’re both at half their usual strength, but though they don’t know it now, they need only fuse, and they’ll be at their full power. 

with Rose having some of Steven’s lifeforce, it left her… partially human. She needs to sleep, at least twice a week, and food, though she doesn’t need it, gives her more energy. It’s odd, but she.. likes it? 

now, if the wand is broken, typically, Rose would vanish, but with her life being tied to Steven’s, even with the wand broken, she can live on. Steven’s & Her magic counters the magic of the wand. She can still be shattered, however. 

uranium-glow  asked:

Could I request josuke with a sick s/o? ;w ;

I hope these are okay!

  • When his s/o is sick, Josuke’s really frustrated, because that’s one of the few things Crazy Diamond can’t actively fix.
  • He bounces between wanting to stay away from his s/o because he doesn’t want to get sick, and cuddling them because if he does get sick then he doesn’t have to go to class.
  • He’s as attentive as he can be, stopping by every day after school to check on them, getting things for them if their parents aren’t home. If it comforts them at all, he’ll leave one of his shirts or jackets for his s/o to wear while he’s not around.
  • He buys a few flowers to decorate his s/o’s room and cheer them up; he’ll also bring over a few video games when he’s free for the night, and sets everything up in either the living room or his s/o’s room so they can lounge about and play together.
  • He’s not very good at cooking yet, but he’ll try to make some of the foods his mother makes when he’s sick. If he can’t pull that off, he’s bringing something from Tonio’s in the hopes it fixes his s/o without being too messy.

anonymous asked:

I think I have started this letter to you over a thousand times but I could never finish it nor send it to you. I always felt that my words were discourteous to you. Like I could never express it in words how wonderful your writing was. I remember discovering your old blog and I read your stories in darkly lit room, silently crying over how beautiful everything had been written. And when you suddenly deactivated and disappeared, I was in despair for such a long time,always thinking (1)

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Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.