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A Doctor’s Log (Mass Effect: Andromeda)

Summary: Being a collection of impressions, observations, and ruminations, by one Dr. Lexi T’Perro, staff physician on the Tempest. 

Notes: Spoilers abound, but specifically for Liam’s armor request and part of Jaal’s loyalty mission (through the end of “Flesh and Blood”). Pre-romance (incipient Sis!Ryder/Jaal).

This is loose, this is messy, and hopefully, this is funny. There may be more to come, but we shall see! <3

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Entry One:

Our young Pathfinder certainly has a talent for finding — well, talent, in the most unusual places. From what I understand, she found our resident krogan on Eos, slaughtering the local wildlife. I believe he’s wearing the bones of his kills.

And yet, he’s charming, but anyone’s standards. A little gruff, but that’s to be expected. He and Vetra seem to be getting along famously, if what I overhear from the crew’s quarters is any indication.

Cora is still dealing with residual frustration and resentment over the Pathfinder’s role passing from Alec to his daughter, but she is a consummate professional, and after an initial tense conversation with Ryder, has allowed herself to process and grieve in private. I’ve made a note to check in with her — something Cora will be astute enough to recognize — but I foresee no future issues in that quarter.

Sometimes it’s best simply to let time and distance do all the healing work. Harry, if you ever read this, know that I can hear you smirking.

Entry Seven:

Liam continues to impress me — his good humor and willingness to reach out to everyone has defused more than a few potential arguments. I’m rather amazed at how he dismantled what could have been a rather explosive argument over the last of the Fishdog Food Shack nuggets (I shudder to think what was in them, to have lasted so long in suspension!). His loyalty is unquestioned. He’d be an asset on any team, but I’m glad he’s with us.

Ryder stayed in her quarters for an extra forty-three minutes this morning. SAM assures me she was simply working out, but I’ve made a note to watch her stress levels a little more carefully. Excess exercise may be just one symptom of a larger problem.

I do hope they’re able to wake up her brother, soon. Her role is a lonely one.

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starrynikki21  asked:

idk if you've covered this in the Voltron/PJO au but, if Keith is ace (which I'm betting he is) how did the gods react to it? I mean, the gods are kinda known for their sexual exploits so would any of them have a problem with an ace demigod? Hades probably wouldn't care since he loves his little bat, but what about Zeus, the king of sexual exploits?

Yeah, I kinda implied Keith is also ace in the PJO au. :D

[Voltron PJO AU] Zeus was watching Shiro and Keith from Mount Olympus. They were in Zeus Cabin… just talking while lying on the bed. He found it a bit odd because something should’ve happened by now and yet, his son wasn’t doing anything nor was he even trying to make a move. 

The two boys were just laughing while comparing hand sizes. They seemed content just whispering and joking. However, Zeus was not. His son and the son of Hades had been dating for almost a year now and yet nothing was happening—at all. 


One night, Shiro was heading to bed, tired from training all the new demigods at the arena when suddenly his Dad materialized when he turned around.

“Oh my gods,” Shiro exclaimed, placing a hand on his chest. “Dad! Stop doing that! I don’t plan on dying from heart attack.”

Zeus just ignored him, walking closer to him. “What’s your deal, son?”

“What do you mean?” Shiro asked, clearly having no idea what the “deal” was.

“Why are you not sleeping with Hades’ son?” 

Gods. His Dad was just so blunt. Really had no tact.

He wasn’t going to give in. “We do take naps together, I’ll have you know. And Keith tends to sneak in at night so we can sleep beside each other.”

Zeus waved his hand dismissively at him. “I know of that. But that’s not what I’m asking. Why are you not having sex with him? You like each other, we all know that. You’ve been together for so long. There has to be some urge in there somewhere.”

Shiro flushed. Gods. Just—wow. He turned back to his bed and prepared his blanket. “It’s just not like that with us, Dad,” he said quietly.

“Why not?” Zeus didn’t really sound angry, he sounded confused.

“Keith is ace,” Shiro smiled fondly while thinking about his boyfriend. “The whole sex thing isn’t his thing and I respect that.”

“You’re ignoring your own desires for this boy who doesn’t even have the desire for it? That’s absurd, son. It’s not like you could get him pregnant. So there’s no risk,” Zeus scoffed. “Everyone likes s—”

“But not Keith.” Shiro cut him off. Feeling a bit scared that he might’ve angered the god of the gods. But he was still his father. “I’m sorry,” he quickly added. “It’s just… I know you like that and well, most people do… but there are some people out there who don’t need it, desire it or seek for it.”

“Does Hades know of this?” Zeus eyed him.

“Yeah,” Shiro answered. “He was the first one who knew about it.”

“And he’s fine with it?” Zeus raised an eyebrow.

“Lord Hades loves Keith more than anything and you know that, Dad. He was very supportive of him and I hope you’ll be supportive of my relationship with someone who’s ace, too.” Shiro looked up to his Dad, hopeful.

Zeus sighed. “A demigod who isn’t into…” he paused and sighed again. “You really sure with this? You’re really willing to give it all up for him?”

A dorky grin slowly made its way on his face. “Yeah. He’s wonderful. There’s honestly so much more to him than what’s in his pants.” He chuckled softly.

Zeus just looked at him in amusement while rubbing a hand on his forehead, already giving up on the topic. “Very well. If that’s what you like.”

Shiro nodded. Suddenly, the door of his cabin opened and there stood Keith in his pyjamas ready to sleep. Keith’s eyes widened when he saw Zeus and Shiro. “Uh, I’ll come back later.”

He was about to close the door when Zeus smiled at him. “It’s alright, boy. I was just about to leave. You go get your rest now.”

Keith smiled back.

With a Cold

Altaïr Ibn-La’Ahad

Altaïr is an ass when sick. Altaïr won’t listen to you and won’t stop working on his journals even though he can’t even stand up right — often doodling and writing over a wooden support tucked in the bed. He’s a difficult patient, always refusing to take his medicine and saying that he’s not sick. His stuffy nose makes him talk funny, and keeps running, which is the most annoying bit of the cold for him. Altaïr tends to brat about anything, he complains about not tasting anything — usually he says that it’s bad, even though he can’t taste it —, when you won’t let him take a walk out of the bedroom or to the library. He tends to get really moody about the weather, often complaining that it’s too cold and 5 minutes later shoving the blanket and stating that it’s “too damn hot”. Due to his busy schedule, Altaïr doesn’t sleep much, so you have to persuade him to take naps — which involves him clinging onto you while you play with his hair and telling him what you did during the day. He’s not really paying full attention, as he only hums and grunts in response until your voice puts him to sleep.

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A lazy sunday (Jacob Frye x Fem!Reader)

I’m new to this thing and I wanted to deliver a small Fanfiction, which I hope you enjoy. English is not my first language, so please bear with me. But if you see any mistakes that are unnessecary, please let me know. I want to improve.

I also used the code to submit your own name and I really hope this is working.

Title: A lazy Sunday
Characters: Reader, Jacob Frye, Evie Frye, Female Rook
Relationships: Jacob Frye x Fem!Reader
Warnings: None
Words: 814

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Imagine the Hamato Clan (April, Karai and Casey included of course ;)) all take a vacation to the farmhouse for the summer, and the Mutanimals tag along. Michelangelo is of course ecstatic to have his best gator buddy to hang out with again, to show him around the farm grounds and feed the chickens XD

Then one late afternoon, two weeks into the vacation, the others decide to go swimming in the large lake nearby, but Leatherhead politely declines and stays behind. Not wanting to leave his best friend alone, Mikey decides to stay with him. Together, they lay down under the shade of a grand tree nearby the house, with Leatherhead’s gigantic body curled around the small turtle like a protective mother cat.

Mikey asks why Leatherhead didn’t want to go out with the others, and the gator replies by saying he’s just a little more tired than usual. Mikey understands, of course; thanks to the time differential, Leatherhead is much older and slower (though he’s still as strong as ever and hits like a runaway subway train XD). So Mikey snuggles against his friend and declares to stay with him until he wakes up from his nap, whereafter they could talk some more or play games or something. Smiling, Leatherhead drowsily agrees.

Just as they’re dozing off, Mikey whispers “I love you, big green buddy.” Closing his eyes, Leatherhead whispers back “I love you too, my friend.”

It’s two hours later, as the sun starts to set behind the trees, that Mikey finally wakes up from his nap with a bright smile on his face. He turns to wake up Leatherhead, who still had a peaceful smile on his face, gently shaking him. But he receives no reply.

Confused, Mikey shakes him again, harder this time, but to no avail. Getting scared, Mikey shakes him even harder, calling out to him, telling him to stop messing around.

It’s not long before he realizes that the old alligator had died in his sleep.

[Destiny] When Someone Dies Abroad

It’s Cayde – of course it’s Cayde – who leans in without knocking or granting the barest courtesy of a Ghost-to-Ghost murmur of warning. Just sticks his head through the door with fingers still clenched around the handle and cuts his voice through their conversation like an arc-lit knife.

“Andal,” he says, “you are gonna want to see this.”

At Andal’s side, the young Hunter who’s been cut off mid-sentence mouths a halting two syllables more before he lays an apologetic hand against her elbow and steps away. He doesn’t like how this will look, has always taken pride in playing favourites only as a man and never as a Vanguard, but it is because of the man’s friendships that he knows Cayde’s words may say want but the epileptic strobing at his throat is saying need and now and that is not something to be lightly disregarded.

Out in the plaza, a crowd is gathering while making an attempt to look as though they are anything but, which amounts to a scattering of strategically placed Guardians and enough tension in the air to carry the electric shiver of a storm. Andal knows, immediately, that there has been a loss. Gulls flocking at a single point over the ocean speaks to blood in the water, a cloud of crows turning circles in the sky say someone is dying below, and this uncertain, angry swirl of Guardians paints its sad story in the same symbols.

There is no body splayed across the floor, however, just a figure standing in the shadows of a balcony. Back very nearly to the wall, the corridor to the northern end of the Tower on one side and the open sky past the railing on the other. He can pick the signs on a single look: A coiled, balanced stance. Small turns of the head to check blind spots. Ghost out of sight, carried close. A Hunter’s training and all the unease of the hunted.

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anonymous asked:

Fluff Headcanons Request! RFA, Saeran and POSSIBLY Vanderwood first kiss with MC? I don't know if that's been done already lol…Thank you for being so awesome!

I’m always a slut for first kisses honestly?? It’s a trope that will forever be in my gay lil heart. 

~Admin MP


  • He’s so nervous poor baby!!
  • He’s never dated anyone before so he has no idea what to do
  • Does he tilt his head? Does he not?
  • What if MC pushes him away??
  • …Do you use tongue on the first kiss?
  • His face is getting progressively more and more red and he keeps getting lost in his thoughts so MC just grabs his face by the cheeks
  • “are you okay, Yoosung??”
  • They are worried about him
  • He looks pale, green, and red all the same time and it’s not flattering
  • MC catches him off guard so he just blurts
  • “Can I kiss you??”
  • His eyes are big and innocent and MC feels their heart stop in their chest because fuck this boy is cute
  • Face flaming, MC nods and leans in to kiss him
  • They’re both going super slow and nervous and are giggling because they’re just so shy
  • It’s a simple press of lips together, barely even touching
  • But they both feel it throughout their entire bodies
  • They pull away and just grin at each other then start laughing
  • (They kiss a lot more after that)


  • MC and Seven were playing video games
  • It was a dumb Naruto Clash of Ninja game 
  • MC was Sakura and Seven was Gaara (”He looks like me, MC, I HAVE TO” “You also both don’t sleep and probably smell musty”)
  • After a match that spanned three rounds, MC finally beat Seven
  • They leaped up and began cheering, pelvic thrusting and dancing in a circle
  • It had been a lazy ass day and MC’s hair was everywhere, their face was greasy, and shirt was covered in crumbs
  • But they were laughing and smiling and were so bright and happy that they were the most beautiful person Seven had ever seen 
  • Without even thinking, he stood up, grabbed their wrist, and pulled them towards him
  • The kiss was clumsy and their teeth banged at first, but the both of them instantly melted into it, hands gripping onto each other for dear life
  • It got heated, quick, and ended up with the both of them on the couch, pulling away to look at each other, foreheads touching
  • “Gaara and Sakura is a crackship,” panted MC, and Seven was actually in love.
  • They spent the rest of the day watching anime and kissing on the couch.


  • Jaehee is trying out different combinations of coffee for the new coffee shop, trying to figure out what tastes good and what to put on the menu
  • Thankfully, it’s 6 am so she’s not consuming copious amounts of caffeine late at night
  • She’s so determined, murmuring to herself and scribbling down notes, staring at the milk like it can reveal life’s secrets to her
  • Also, she’s still in her pajamas so it’s super cute, and her hair is all mussed up
  • (It took Jaehee to bob length hair to realize she was in love with MC)
  • MC leaned against the doorway of the kitchen, watching Jaehee with a fond smile
  • The passion Jaehee exhibited was like nothing she had ever shown in her previous job
  • It just made MC so happy to see her finally pleased with the work she was doing and it made their heart so warm
  • “MC! Come here and taste this!” Jaehee said this after taking a huge gulp of the said drink.
  • MC, feeling mischievous and giddy, came over, foregoing the drink for Jaehee’s lips instead.
  • After pulling away, Jaehee blinked several times as MC pretended to think about the flavor
  • “Yeah, it’s nice. I like it.”


  • Super romantic setting, okay??
  • Like. The two of them are up on the roof looking at the stars
  • They have beer because beer and the stars 
  • And they’re sort of just…talking
  • Getting to know each other
  • Their hands are intertwined in between them (Zen keeps glancing at them shyly with a small grin)
  • When MC suddenly asks Zen if he’s ever been kissed before.
  • A small pout comes onto his face
  • “Of course I’ve been kissed before!” 
  • MC just giggles at how Offended he is
  • “Okay! I believe you.”
  • They sit there for a few seconds in silence but Zen cannot keep quiet.
  • “What about you?”
  • “What about me?”
  • “Have you ever been kissed before?”
  • “Oh, yeah. They weren’t great, though…”
  • Zen just grabs MC’s chin and turns their face towards him.
  • “How were they bad?” His eyes are glued to MC’s lips.
  • “Just…sloppy…and, uh…” MC cannot think or speak while Zen is looking at their mouth like that.
  • “…bad,” they finish lamely.
  • “…Can I show you a good kiss?”
  • Swallowing nervously, MC nods
  • (He gets too excited and smashes their noses together. MC laughs for five minutes.)


  • Tbh, the only reason he hadn’t kissed MC yet was because they were both super busy
  • The morning they had their first kiss was the first one they’d been able to see each other for more than five minutes ever since they started dating
  • MC was sleepily scooping out some cat food into a dish for Elizabeth 3rd
  • They set it on the floor and crouched there, petting her with a fuzzy smile
  • Jumin came into the kitchen and just stopped at the adorable sight before him
  • The two most important things in his life right there
  • And it was obvious that MC loved Elizabeth almost as much as he did (it was impossible to love her the same amount)
  • “Oh, good morning, Jumin–” MC had been standing up to greet him, but Jumin had taken three large strides across the kitchen to cradle their face in his hands
  • “Good morning,” he said, then leaned down to kiss MC, thoroughly showing them how much he loved them
  • to be honest, MC was expecting things to go further
  • But after a long, passionate kiss, Jumin pressed another soft, loving kiss to MC’s lips and turned to start making coffee, absentmindedly leaving one of his hands resting on MC’s cheek, rubbing the soft skin with his thumb


  • It would be so cute!!
  • The two of them would be taking a nap together
  • It’s what Saeran likes to do if he feels too overwhelmed by the outside world
  • They cuddle together and talk about random shit and look at the clouds through Saeran’s skylight
  • “That cloud looks like a kangaroo.”
  • “Are you blind? That’s obviously a velociraptor.” 
  • Just the fact that Saeran can fall asleep around MC makes them feel super special 
  • Because around others, he’s very tense and does not relax
  • It means that he trusts them!!
  • So when he wakes up, just sort of looking at them, still half-asleep, they’re full of affection and love
  • He also looks so tired and sleepy, like a little puppy
  • (It always takes him a few minutes to wake up)
  • When he scoots closer to MC, burying his face in their chest they almost die cause it’s so cute
  • But then he scoots away a little bit and looks up
  • Their faces are very very close
  • Saeran whispers, “Can I try something…?”
  • MC just nods, because if they speak, they might brush lips
  • They didn’t need to worry about that though. Because Saeran inches forward and their lips barely touch, the lightest of pressure
  • “This feels weird,” Saeran says, their lips touching with each word
  • “It tickles,” whispers MC back.
  • After that, he pulls away, a little embarrassed.
  • But it’s progress and MC’s heart feels like it’s going to burst


  • Vanderwood just kept…hanging around
  • “Don’t you have a real job?” MC asked Vanderwood, who scowled
  • “Yeah, I do. I don’t have to tell you anything though.”
  • What a pouty butthole, thought MC.
  • Maybe a kiss would cheer them up.
  • Getting up from the kitchen table, MC approached Vanderwood where they were making a sandwich (out of MC’s fancy French bread–rude, they didn’t even ask.)
  • “Why are you so grumpy?” MC asked, pouting a little.
  • “Uh, maybe because I’m on the run from an agency who wants me dead and for the last ten years I’ve worked as a secret agent?”
  • “Oh, boohoo,” grumbled MC, starting to make a sandwich. “Want me to kiss it better?”
  • “Oh, please do,” said Vanderwood sarcastically, finishing their sandwich.
  • Struck by an idea, MC bit their lip on a smile and quickly darted forward, pressing a kiss to the corner of Vanderwood’s mouth and sprinting away
  • “W-What the–what was that–HEY, BRING BACK MY SANDWICH!!”
  • The only thing left of MC in the room was the sound of their retreating laughter.

anonymous asked:

Hunk and Coran discussing their food cultures. How it reminds them of home.

(i am so sorry, you deserve better than this, but i got completely stuck when i got sick and i didn’t want to keep leaving you with nothing? i will extend it when i feel better.)

Hunk frowned at the jars in his hands, then at the boxes of supplies they’d brought aboard. “Hey, Coran?”

The older man didn’t look up from where he was sorting several pouches into slots in a drawer. “Hm?”

“I’ve been kinda wandering since our stop on Thalani… You know a lot about this stuff and what they all do… How come you never use any of it?”

Coran straightened and opened the next box in one motion, but Hunk still caught it: a slight catch, a small clenching in his hands. “You seem to do just fine working intuitively,” Coran replied, voice even despite the slip. 

Maybe a little too even? And had that been a dodge? He was pretty sure that was a dodge.

Hunk put the jars in their places on the shelf, then dug back into the box he’d been emptying, curiosity bickering with caution. “Well… okay, I guess, but… Don’t you get tired of just putting the same thing in the replicators all the time when you’ve got all this here?”

At a sharp crunch, he started in alarm and looked over to find that Coran had put down a bottle so hard it had cracked, and though he couldn’t see the Altean’s face, every line in the redhead’s body was tense. “C- Coran?” he asked nervously.

“My apologies if my recipe memory’s rusty for anything other than emergency rations,” Coran replied, voice oddly brittle. Not… angry, but-

Unfortunately, his brain skipped a track slightly. “Wait, you’ve been feeding us emergency rations?” he asked, before it actually caught up to where it was supposed to be and he realized the full weight of just what that meant. “All this time… those were…” 

Coran turned away from the supplies they were unpacking, and was out the door before Hunk could catch him.

He felt like an ass. And he was really wishing he’d studied the layout of the ship beyond the areas he’d been working with Pidge in. Coran, he’d just learned, was surprisingly fast when he wanted to be, and now he had no idea where to find the guy.

Luckily, there was someone who always seemed to. 

“-and I have really screwed up, and I gotta fix it,” he finished explaining to Shiro in the training round.

“Geez,” Shiro muttered rubbing the back of his neck. “I can think of one place he’d probably go to cool off, but I’m not sure he’d want me taking you down there.”

“Please? I swear I won’t tell anyone if it’s some kind of secret, but I gotta talk to him.”

“…Alright.” Shiro crouched and put away the spear he’d been practicing with, then whistled. Thatchia, who’d been napping on the railing, hopped down with a chirp and shuffled over to be picked up. “Follow us.”

Can’t Go Back (Part 3)

Word Count: 2,284


Warnings: Uhhh if you find any let me know :)

Request: Can you write a one shot where Dean and the reader have hooked up numerous times in the past. Then Dean tries to meet up with the reader and she keeps blowing him off and finally he finds her only to find she has a growing baby bump?

A/N: Well it looks like instead of Sam it’s gonna be part 3 cause I got some inspiration for it and just couldn’t stop writing.I’m completely overjoyed that you guys wanted a part 3….so here it goes! Don’t get too mad at me ;)

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halcyon [ modern!AU ] | miyoshi


Sometimes he lets you sleep in. Sometimes he kisses your head before he gets out of bed.

Sometimes, Miyoshi is a fucking jerk in the morning.

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Stiles’ eyes soak up Derek’s supine form, the epitome of ultimate peace etched upon his face. He drops heavily to his knees, reaching out a shaky hand, hesitant to touch, until he gathers the strength to gently stroke back Derek’s hair before moving his nimble fingers down to smooth over each eyebrow.

“C’mon Derek, please.” Stiles’ pleading whispers fall on deaf ears.

He closes his eyes, inching forward to lay a kiss upon Derek’s lips which feel so warm yet, so welcoming. He pulls back after what feels like an eternity lived inside of a minute.

Derek’s eyes slowly begin to flutter open, pupils constricting as they adjust to the harsh lights after being ensconced in darkness for what only feels like an hour.

“Oh thank god! True love’s kiss does work!” Stiles breathlessly proclaims, grin tentatively engulfing his face.

Derek groans lightly, “What the hell are you talking about, Stiles? I was just taking a damn nap.” Derek manages to roll on his side, knocking his book off the couch and onto the floor in the process. 

“Yeah well, it still holds true: I kissed you and now you’re awake. Come on, Sleeping Grumpy, I brought us some dinner before I have to go back to the station and relieve Parrish of his shift.” 

Stiles attempts to yank his Derek off the couch, but is instead pulled down and met with a proper kiss, effectively short-circuiting his brain and sending pulses of electric shocks through each and every nerve, eliciting an involuntary shiver. Derek pulls away with a satisfied smirk, arranges Stiles’ limbs over his own, securely wraps his arms around his waist, and brushes his stubbled check against Stiles’ own.

He boops Stiles’ nose. “Five more minutes.”

“Did you just ‘snooze button’ me?!” Stiles protests as he half-heartedly attempts to extricate himself from Derek’s notorious snuggle grip.

“Mmhmm.” Derek responds, stroking a hand up and down his back feeling Stiles’ muscles slowly loosen and succumb to the soothing motions, breath evening out into a lazy sinuous rhythm as they both drift off.

An hour later, Parrish glares at the name displayed on his phone, “Stiles, where the hell are you? You better have a life or death reason for why you’re over a half hour late!”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry, Jordan. Technically yes, it was. You’ve never experienced Derek’s grip - ” 

“Oh my god, Stiles, I don’t want to know about your sexcapades!” Parrish cuts him off, mortified.

“His cuddle grip! I’m sorry, I dozed off. I’m on my way now.” Stiles scrambles to say.

“Yeah, sure.” Parrish ends the call, pressing the heels of his palms to his eyes and sighs, “Newlyweds.”

I'm Not Supposed to Feel Like This (You x Luhan x Chanyeol)

Anonymous asked: hi~ i love everything you have written senpaii♥♥ could i request an angsty one with a luhan, chanyeol, and you love triangle? chanyeol is been your best friend and luhan is your ideal?? with a surprise ending?? ty so much~~


[10:49 PM]

[Yah! Park Chanyeol! Where the hell are you?! Who said you could be late for practice?]

You roll your eyes and toss your phone to the foot of the couch, poking your cat,Pebble,with the edge of your foot. He gives you a sideways look and an annoyed meow before shifting away to nap. Of all days to be late, Park Chanyeol had to tonight to take his sweet time!

Ding dong.

You jump up to grab the door, expecting Chanyeol, but it’s…Luhan. “Hey.” You wave, unlocking the door and letting him in. “At least you’re here on time.”

“Isn’t Chanyeol here yet?” Luhan drags in the pieces of a drum kit from off your porch, and you hold the screen door open for him. “No.” You huff. “I don’t know why he’s always late. He knows today is important.”

While Luhan sets up his drums, you tiptoe to the kitchen, disguising the excuse of grabbing snacks as a way to calm yourself. You had had the biggest crush on Luhan since you met him, way before he joined the band. He had been Chanyeol’s desk mate in high school, a transfer student from China with incredible soccer skills and a knack for the drums.

You wouldn’t dare tell Chanyeol that, even if he was your best friend. Chanyeol had a pet peeve for dating within the band, especially since the first band he was in broke up because of relationships gone bad. The two of you had grown up together, and he hated to hear about who you liked. You already knew he would be a huge baby and not talk to you for weeks, so you just kept it to yourself. Besides, Luhan had a girlfriend from high school–another transfer student from New Zealand named Lucia.

In three weeks, you had an audition for one of the biggest talent competitions in the whole country. You were bringing your band, composed of your best friend Chanyeol (the giant who held the guitar), and a new edition, Luhan, who sang alongside you. The three of you had gotten some promising reviews at a few local competitions and a few first-places to show for it, so you were going to try and take yourself to the big time.

A knock on your door interrupts your frantic train of thought. “I’ll get it!” Luhan calls. “I bet it’s Chanyeol!” Luhan opens the door and bursts out laughing, and you peek your head out the door curiously. “Chanyeol!” You gasp. “What did you do?!” You don’t even recognize him. Your usually toothy-grinned, auburn-haired best friend had dyed his hair a deep red, his curly locks now a brilliant copper.

“Do you like it?” He grins proudly. “If we’re going to be rock stars, we have to look the part, don’t we?”

Luhan snorts. “Does your mom know about this?” He blanches. “Shut up. I haven’t told her yet.” You roll your eyes, hauling him into the living room and tapping his guitar case. “Well, if we’re going to be rock stars, we have to sound like them.” You smack him on the arm. “Get here on time!”


But of course, Park Chanyeol just doesn’t get the message.

For the next two weeks, Chanyeol is consecutively late, showing up hours after practice is suppose to start. He had a variety of excuses: I was busy! My mom needed my help! I was trying to advertise for the band! You don’t accept any of them, but it only results in you and Luhan spending more and more time alone together, talking and getting meals together in Chanyeol’s absence. When you schedule a late-afternoon practice and Luhan shows up right on time, it practically feels like routine.

“Hey there.” Luhan invites himself into your room. “What’s up?”

“Nothing.” You say, rolling your eyes. “Just thinking of people who could replace our guitar player.”

Luhan laughs. “My friend Yixing plays pretty well, if you’re serious about that.” You shake your head. “It would take a miracle to get Chanyeol to give up on this band.” You laugh. “He loves it way too much.” You watch Luhan as he flops on your bed, sucking in a breath as he balances his phone on his chest.

The boy that you had liked for forever was laying on your bed, his hair ruffled in just the right way, his shirt riding up to expose a little strip of pale skin. You’d imagined this moment a couple times, and the actual sight of it had your heart beating triple-time. “Is something wrong?” Luhan looks over at you with curious eyes. You shake your head. “Oh, um, no…uh…”

“Oh, sorry.” He instantly jumps up. “I hate it when people sit on my bed! I should have asked first!” You can lay in my bed any time you want. “No, it’s fine!” You get up quickly. “I don’t mind! Really, I-” Your foot tangles in the chair, and you let out a squeak of terror as slam into Luhan, knocking you both back against the wall, hard. Luhan slides to the floor with a grunt, and you steady yourself, coming face to face with him. Um, whoa.

“Are….you okay?” He asks, looking at you. You nod, biting your lip. I should probably get up now. You think sourly. He’s going to think I am so weird. You gasp a little as someone touches your cheek, and Luhan stares at you, not moving at all. His hand traces light circles over your neck, his thumb gingerly brushing your collarbone.

“Luhan.” You whimper, grabbing a handful of his shirt. He moans a bit, letting his head tip back against the wall. “I’m not supposed to feel like this.” He mutters. You tilt your face up to look at him. “Like what?”

“I’m not supposed to like you.” He sighs. “You’re my best friend…and I have a girlfriend. We can’t be doing this…I can’t be doing this…” You bite your lip. “Is that how you really feel about me, Luhan?” You says softly, pressing a hand against his chest. “Your heart is pounding…are you sure?” He lets out a low chuckle, grabbing your cheek in his hand. “No.” His lips smash against yours, and you runs a hand through his hair, soaking him in. How long had you waited for this?

“What the hell are you two doing?”

You flinch as the door swings wide open and Chanyeol steps in, a betrayed look on his face. He drinks in the compromising position, and you carefully detangle yourself from Luhan, putting some distance between the two of you.

“Where you two just…making out?” He gapes accusingly.

“Chanyeol, I can explain-”

He storms right past you, yanking Luhan to his feet. You scream as he hits him squarely in the jaw, letting him fall to his knees. “Have you lost your mind?” You yank at Chanyeol as he goes after Luhan again, who’s already back on his feet. “Stop! You’re hurting him!”

“Did he force himself on you?” Chanyeol demands, a look of fury in his eye. “Just tell me and I swear I’ll-” You stand up, looking at your best friend square in the face. “No, he didn’t.” You seethe. “I like him, Chanyeol.” He looks at you in shock. “You what?”

“I like him.” You repeat. He just stares. One minute he’s looking at you in shock, and the next his hands are on your face, kissing you. You shove him away, blinking. “I don’t understand-”

“I like you.” Chanyeol says, his voice wavering. “But that doesn’t matter now, does it? You’ve already ruined everything.”


You don’t have time to ask him anything else before he storms out.


“Are you kidding me?”

You fiddle nervously with your paper number, your palm sweating beneath the grip of your phone. Chanyeol and Luhan were supposed to be here hours ago, but neither one had shown up yet. It was unlike Luhan to be late, but truthfully, you hadn’t talked to either of them since last week’s incident. Finally, a harried Chanyeol shows up, not looking particularly enthused to be here. "Where have you been?“ You practically scream. "Where’s Luhan?”

“He’s not coming. I kicked him out.”

“You did what, Park Chanyeol?”

“I kicked him out of the band.”

You feel like punching a wall. What gave him the right to do something like that? “How could you?” You scream, drawing the attention of the other contestants. He looks at you in surprise. “I thought we agreed no dating in the band.” You turn away from him in disgust. “Well, that means one of us has got to go. Luhan should stay.”

“Then I’ll go. Have a good life, ______-ah.” You gape at him in surprise.

“I’ll go on by myself, then!”

This was ridiculous! Why was Chanyeol so upset that you liked someone? How could he kick Luhan out of the band?! You watch as he yanks his guitar up by the neck, storming past a few surprised staff and out the exit door. Panic sets in. For the past three months, you had practiced the same song. What were you going to do with just a few minutes and nothing you had practiced?

You remember a song that you and Luhan had sang a while ago, messing around with a piano on a late afternoon. It was by a group called EXO, and the song was probably your favorite. it would have to be that one. Your number is called, and you close your eyes, swallowing hard. “Luhan, where are you?” You whisper. “I could use an angel right now.”


When you leave the audition room, you feel deflated and exhausted, your nerves draining out at once. Even though you had tried not to, you had cried silently all the way through your performance. The judges should have eliminated you, but instead, they loved it. They put you through to the next round. But how could you consider it success when your two favorite people weren’t here to enjoy it with you?

“Did you cry?”

You gasp as a low voice comes from a shrouded figure backstage, and you back away a little. “Your eyes are puffy.” It’s…Luhan. “You cried, didn’t you?” He reaches out to hug you, but you shove him away. “Don’t come near me! How could you…I’ve been all by myself! You don’t even deserve to-”

“I’m sorry.”

His two words break you down, and you collapse in his arms, letting the rest of the tears come. “Luhan, I-” He shakes his head. “I’m sorry.” He says, squeezing you. You look up at him. “W-W-What?”

“I can’t…I can’t do this.” His voice shakes. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. But Lucia…”

Just hearing her name is enough. You walk past him and straight out the door, refusing to look back.


Back at your apartment, you sink into the couch, shoving your feet under a blanket in the cool darkness. Suddenly sharp claws and a hiss come from under the covers. “Ouch! Yah!” Pebble slinks off before he can caught, and your eyes water as you cover the scratch marks. “You can’t be mad at me, too.” You whisper. “Then I’ll have no one left.”


“Babe! Are you coming or not?”

“I just have to get my guitar! Hold on!”

You tap your foot patiently at the front door, waiting for your boyfriend to grab all of his things before you headed out. Even though this whole relationship thing was new to you,  you were loving every minute of it. Sure, it was hard sometimes. But it changed you for the better. You were definitely more patient, especially with such a forgetful boyfriend.

“I got it!”

Yixing triumphantly holds up his guitar pick, kissing you on the cheek. “I left it in the microwave.” He blinks. “I wonder how I did that…thanks for waiting for me, though.” You smile, grabbing him by the hand. “Are you ready to go?” He nods. “After you.”

It had been months since you’d seen Chanyeol. After he stormed out at the competition, you’d talked to him a few times, but nothing had ever come of it. His feelings for you were too complicated, and you weren’t willing to sort them out. You had your own mess with Luhan, which you had attempted to resolve over coffee one rainy Saturday a couple months ago. He was still dating Lucia, and you occasionally talked with him when you ran into each other.

You hadn’t won the competition…but Luhan’s friend Yixing had. You’d had no idea he was even a contestant, but you met him standing beside him on stage on the first episode. The feelings weren’t instantly, but he liked you immediately. Yixing was calm, sweet, and a little forgetful, but he was the perfect balance. No more rock-star types for you.


Scenario end! *BOOP* Suuuuurprise ending~ Haha did I do okay? I was like eottteoke…what iz surprise @.@ I hope it was surprising enough OTL But now I seriously need to go to bed coz I have class tomorrow and I’ve stayed up WAAAAAY too late to finish this kekeke! The struggle to get up tomorrow is about to be real. ~Jjangpanda

Our First Kiss~♡
  • Ino: Hi! Sakura!
  • Sakura: Ino!
  • Ino: Hehe So you are dating Sasuke-kun.
  • Sakura: Sorry Ino, look like I win but, so did you with Sai.
  • Ino: True, so I have to ask... have you and Sasuke-kun kiss yet...
  • Sakura: *coughs* what?!
  • Ino: Oh come on Sakura, we are going to be 20 soon. Kissing is no big deal. Its the first time you have Sex with him is the big deal.
  • Sakura: ..... I have gave a lot of people CPR. But to do that... *touches her lips* ...Besides that will probably mean nothing to him...
  • Ino: ...Guys will surprise you Sakura. When I first kiss Sai. His face for the first time turn red. Those two may have a good poker face but *whisper* they fall easily infront of the person they love...
  • Sakura: Huh? What was the rest?
  • Ino: Figure it out yourself Forehead.
  • Sakura: Ino-Pig!
  • They notice Sasuke was walking towards them...
  • Sakura: Sasuke-kun!
  • Ino: ... *walks towards him*
  • Sakura: Huh? Ino??
  • Ino: *whisper* Oh, Sasuke-kun welcome back.
  • Sasuke: ......
  • Ino: *whisper* Sasuke-kun, If I ever find out that you made Sakura cry again. I will hunt you down and kill you regardless of your godly powers. are we clear?
  • Sasuke: .....You have changed.
  • Ino: More like sign up for a better class and passing it... Your first kiss wasn't with Naruto.
  • Sasuke: !
  • Ino: This time let her know, Okay. Bye.
  • Ino walks away.
  • Sakura: Sasuke-kun, what were you two talking about?
  • Sasuke: The past...
  • Sakura: ???
  • Sasuke: Sakura, I need to tell you something.
  • ×××× 13 years ago ××××
  • A little Sasuke was training in the woods. While walking home, he spotted a little Sakura taking a nap while see was waiting for Ino. Sasuke was surprised by her. Mostly to the fact that her hair is pink. Ino was walking to the meeting place where Sakura is. She got there but saw Sasuke and hid behind a tree. Ino witness Sasuke kissing Sakura. Sasuke realize what he did ran off. Sakura woke up and Ino was still behind the tree with her face turning red after what she saw.
  • ×××× Now ××××
  • Sakura: *blushing*
  • Sasuke: ......
  • Sakura: That was really unfair of you Sasuke-kun. You are only telling me know...
  • Sasuke: Well... I'm not sorry for what I did back then.
  • Sakura: *grabbing him by the collar and started Kissing him.* And I'm not sorry for what I did now.
  • Sasuke: *face suddenly turn red*
  • Sakura: ....... Pfft.... Hahahahah!
  • Sasuke: Tch! Damn it.
  • Sakura: Hahahahah! This is what Ino meant! Hahaha.
  • Sasuke: I will have my revenge for this. *face still red*

based off of let her go by passenger (or listen to this cover/mashup and thank me later)

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  • ewoks are fucking amazing i will fucking fight all of you
  • C-3PO fully embraces his status as the android embodiment of the U.N. in this one: hesitant, ineffectual, with occasional delusions of grandeur and a pre-occupation with stating his credentials before being useful
  • chewie must be so fucking tired of the old use-the-wookie-as-a-prisoner trick
  • han and chewie’s hug. omg do i cry.
  • r2-d2. that is all.
  • leia strangling jaba is such a MOMENT
  • also the entire slave costume thing made me angry for the dieting process she was forced into repeating 35 years later
  • ok but being digested for 1000 years sounds bad until you realize you’ll only feel the first 4 days tops. 
  • luke returning  to yoda and finding out that he’s now apparently almost ready. he just needs to face darth vader. let’s recap what has happened so far during luke’s training:
  • obi-wan gave him a toy, obi-wan died, yoda fed him icky soup and tried to steal his far more edible rations, he carried yoda around, he couldn’t lift his car out of the swamp, he got his ass kicked/arm lasered off by vader, he saved his friends the only thing he managed to do successfully was also something he was expressly told NOT. TO. DO. and then he flew back. 
  • yoda’s reaction: jedi training complete now go face off against the most powerful sith evah i’m going to take the longest nap also you snogged your sister
  • no wonder the jedi order is like a sith recruitment agency
  • they were probably counting on luke failing so they could focus on their original plan A: the woman who flew through trees at incredible speed and only collapsed into pleasant concussion dreams once she was sure her target was down (editor’s note: pretty sure concussion dreams aren’t a thing and if they were they wouldn’t be pleasant)
  • all jokes aside luke handled things extremely well. i am very proud of him
  • leia befriending a hostile ewok in 0.2 seconds flat vs. her lesser half picking an argument with a tin can he’s been told has received deity status and almost getting himself and his friends roasted alive. god bless.
  • yeah there are too many han solo master planner except not moments but unless my eyes deceived me nothing beats the underrated brilliance of THROWING THE EXPLOSIVE DEVICE YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO PLANT AGAINST ONE OF THE MANY GUARDS WHO’VE COME TO ARREST YOU WHAT THE FUCK SOLO
  • lando sure did trust his buddy. shooting at him blind? just fire a little higher. shields not down? it’ll only be a minute.
  • some might consider the log traps set by the ewoks a plot hole. they’re not taking into consideration the fact that the ewoks are awesome and probably had their own defense/rebellion/retaliation all planned out (or are super fast at chopping wood)
  • my dad spent the entire time they were on endor muttering “how was this successful” in utter disbelief
  • the “it’s a trap” line is far less dramatic than anyone remembers
  • all the emperor’s lines can be read as some 50sog garbage
  • “in time you will call me master” “you want this, don’t you? the hate is swelling in you now. take your jedi weapon. use it. i am unarmed. strike me down with it. give in to your anger. with each passing moment you make yourself more my servant” 
  • great now i have to kinkshame the emperor
  • i love that the emperor’s like “oh a lightsaber how quaint” *shoots lighting out his fingertips*
  • luke and anakin playing a game of father/son hide and seek and it’s super intense
  • luke turning the whole “no attachments” bullshit on its head and actually trusting in his friends, and using vader’s attachment to him for good
  • finally the stormtrooper helmets get to be useful as a hardcore murder trophy/drum set 
  • anakin’s “redmption” arc is even worse than snape’s: *aligns himself with space!putin*/*betrays/kills/strangles everyone who has ever trusted him or cared for him*->*commits multiple acts of genocide that include blowing up a damn planet*->*cuts off his son’s hand as proof he is cooler*->*watches same son be tortured for refusing to make the same mistakes that he made*/ *continues watching son being tortured for refusing to make the same mistakes that he made*/*is told son is going to die*/*pushes space!putin of the space!balcony*/there was good in me after all/*dies and becomes a saintly ghost* WHAT ABOUT THE YOUNGLINGS ANAKIN. WHAT. ABOUT. THE. YOUNGLINGS.

also it’s christmas so like merry christmas and stuff

anonymous asked:

Could you do a fic (short or long) where Will and Nico are taking care of their baby for the first time with no assistance from their friends who already have babies

Including my fave little baby OC: Carter

Also, Will can’t hold babies.

Will found himself in a very strange arrangement. 

Carter was crying, and Nico was still asleep.

Normally, Nico shot up out of bed the moment he heard Carter start crying, but tonight, he was dead to the world. Will glanced over at the form of his sleeping husband. His eyes had deep, dark circles underneath them from countless sleepless nights tending to a baby, and, if Will were being honest, he was starting to get a little on the thin side. Will got up quickly, hoping to get to Carter before Nico woke up from his much needed sleep. He walked across the hall to the nursery and picked up his son.

His son.

He still grinned when he said it and felt ecstatic when he heard it. 

“Shhhh, hey, hey little guy,” he spoke quietly, gently bouncing Carter up and down to try and soothe the baby, “hey Bubby, hey what’s wrong? Are you hungry? C’mon, let’s quiet down so we don’t wake up Papa.” 

He walked into the kitchen, gently setting Carter in his highchair and pulled out a jar of baby food. When Carter squealed happily, Will smiled and knew he hit the nail on the head about Carter being hungry. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it little guy?” Carter squealed again and reached for it, causing Will to chuckle quietly. He grabbed a spoon and started feeding him.

“Will?” A groggy voice called from the hallway. “Are ya ‘wake?”

Will stood up and strode over to Nico. “Why are you awake?” He asked him, gently turning him around and herding him back into the bedroom.

“Why are,” he yawned, “you awake?” 

“Carter was hungry. But I’ve got it. Go back to sleep, baby.” Will helped Nico lay back down under the blankets and pecked his forehead. Nico was asleep before Will left the room.


“Will that is not how you’re supposed to hold a baby. Babies aren’t footballs. I thought you were a pediatrician?” Nico commented dryly, moving one of Will’s hands so he was supporting Carter’s head and neck.

“I am a pediatrician.” Will shot back, opting to just lay Carter against his shoulder instead of trying to hold him the complicated way Nico sometimes did. 

Nico simply snorted and went to make a bottle for Carter. Will watched his husband warily, walking over to him and kissing the back of his head. “Why don’t you get something to eat and take a nap?” 

“Not hungry,” Nico responded and Will sighed, “And I slept almost all night last night.”

“But-” Nico shook his head and took Carter from Will, gently putting the bottle nub in his mouth. “Hello my little burrito.” He cooed. “Will, you’re going to be late for work.” 

Will looked up the clock and cursed quietly. Nico was right, as usual, if he didn’t leave, he’d defiantly be late for work. 


Will looked down at his phone during his lunch. He got a message from Nico earlier and didn’t get the chance to open it until now. 

Miss you :)

Attached was a picture of Carter smiling with food all over his mouth. His bright blue eyes and dark hair that so mirrored Nico’s made Will’s heart ache. Carter may not be his child biologically, but he looked like the perfect cross between Nico and Will. Carter’s giggling face was next to Nico’s smiling face and Will wished with everything he had he could be home.

Will smiled and sent a text back.

Miss you guys too. Wish I could be home.

When Will got home from work, he was greeted by a scream, Carter’s famous happy scream, and a dead-on-his-feet-husband. Will pecked Nico’s forehead and promptly sent him to bed after taking Carter from him and promising he’ll hold him right. 

“It’s just you and me little guy.” Will smiled when Carter clapped happily and took him into the living room. Twenty minutes later, Will found himself playing with a train more than Carter was, who was content just sucking on his fingers. “Trains go choo-choo!” Will said, playfully running the train over Carter’s leg and earning a loud squeal. 

“Choo-choo, huh?” Nico said from the door frame, smiling softly at his husband and son. 

“Nico!” Will smiled, getting up wrapping his arms around his husband. “How are you feeling?” 

“Like I was hit by a bus.” He slumped into Will’s arms, letting Will guide him to the couch. Will chewed on the inside of his cheek. Nico was getting sick, he was almost sure of it. But as soon as Carter squealed happily at the sight of Nico, he seemed to become fine. He stood up, gently brushing Will off, and picked Carter up. 

“Hello, Burrito. Were you good for Daddy?” He rubbed his nose against Carter’s and smiled. 

“Of course he was good. He’s always good.”

So this became less “Nico and Will’s guide to parenting” that you asked for and more of just an everyday Solangelo with a baby. I’m sorry. But I hope you still like it. 

Okay, so I know that ended abruptly but I really saw no end in sight for this so if you guys really like, I’ll do a second part if requested. 

Also, to the anon that requested secretly dating, I got it, but I won’t be able to do it until tomorrow.

bibbidibobbididette  asked:

Sy-Sy if you're still taking prompts can I request 26: "I got you a present" and kenhina because I'm predictive and love your writing and greedy to read more things from you, please??? ///u///

((anything for you, my dear))

26. “I got you a present.”

It’s summer and it’s hot. The kind of hot that makes you sweat the instant you step out of your house. The kind that causes your thighs to stick together, and your hair to cling to the back of your neck. Training camp is over for the day, so Kenma spreads himself out in the shade of a tree, closing his eyes and hoping nobody will come bother him. As a third year, he’s become responsible for teaching Nekoma’s first year setter the ropes, but after the penalty run up the hill Kenma’s pretty sure he can’t move now even if he wanted to.

They’ll be fine without me for a little while …

It’s not long, however, before he hears the sound of feet rustling through the grass. The pace is quick, and Kenma frowns faintly, willing the person to keep running by him. But of course those footsteps grow louder until they come to a stop right beside him.

“Kenma! Are you asleep?”

Kenma braced himself for Lev or one of the first years, so when he hears Shouyou’s voice he starts in surprise. Opening his eyes, he squints up at his friend, who’s just a silhouette backed by the sun, his orange hair gleaming like fire around his head.


“Oh, good! You’re not asleep.”

Shouyou settles himself down on the grass beside him, and Kenma forces himself to sit up, guessing he won’t be taking a nap but not minding so much, considering who interrupted him.

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An Itch

(Cullen x Lavellan)

(Hey, look, I wrote something fluffy. Surprising no one.  ^.^)

“Giving up already, Herald?”

The words were amused, light, and Nell couldn’t help making a face at them as she shifted her head around so that she could see the grinning visage of Lysette beside her.

They had been sparring, a regular occurrence when Nell was back from being in the field and in Haven for more than a few days.  She had needed experience fighting Templars and the young woman had, reluctantly, agreed when her help had been suggested by the commander.

She had warmed up to it, to Nell, over the course of their working together and, finally, they were at a place where joking was easy and Nell had no problem tumbling to the ground in a dramatic fashion when she was tired and done with fighting.

Which was why they now found themselves with her sprawled out  and Lysette above her.

“My arm hurts,” Nell explained, making the templar’s grin widen.  It wasn’t untrue, it was sore, but they both knew that she could have kept going if she really wanted to.

She didn’t

She was tired.

She was always tired.

Nothing new there, but it did make things difficult when people were increasingly hunting her down and wanting her to do things.

Lysette reached out a hand to pull her up, then stepping back as Nell swatted at the dirt that clung to her robe.

“You barely made it half an hour.  How is it you haven’t died in the field yet?”

“A superior ability to get others to fight for me while I stand and watch in the background?”  Nell smiled and shrugged as she spoke and Lysette shook her head in response.

“That must be it.  Our hero.  Same time tomorrow then?”

Nell mumbled agreement and waved the hand that wasn’t holding her staff as Lysette gave a short bow and went to rejoin her comrades in their training.  Left to herself, Nell turned a circle until she caught sight of Cullen at the far end of the training field, his back to her and his shoulders too straight as he barked some order to one of the new recruits.

She felt herself smile as she started towards him, plans of a nap moving to the back of her mind, unless she could talk him into taking a nap with her…

The smile turned into a laugh at the impossibility of that.  She could just imagine asking and him turning bright red before stuttering something out about needing to work and naps not being an appropriate use of time.

He needed to learn how to relax.

“Any more problems with people mixing up the pointy ends with the handles,” she called out, expression friendly when Cullen turned around to look at her.  He gave a tilted half smile and looked back at the fighters again as she came to a stop beside him.

“That was only one person, and it was nearly two weeks ago.”

“But it’s still funny.”

He shook his head and shifted to angle towards her.  “Varric never should have told you about it.  You’re done earlier than usual.”

She gave a shrug and the movement caused the sweat sticky skin of her back to stretch and start to itch as it rubbed under her clothing.  “My arm hurts.”

He gave a hum that could have meant anything from agreement to disbelief and looked away to shout at someone.

She rolled her shoulders again in a useless attempt to ease the irritation between her shoulder blades and frowned when it gave no relief.  She stood still for a moment in hopes of willing it away before giving an irritated huff and unwrapping her belt so she could pull her outer robe off.

Free of the heavy leather, she reached an arm back to scratch her back, her fingers scrambling along the linen of her undershirt in hopes of pulling themselves closer to where the itch was the worst at the center.

Nell gave a muted growl of frustration when she couldn’t quite reach and started to look around for a post or something she could use as a back scratch when she felt the pressure of fingers just below hers, blunt nails digging in just slightly as they moved back and forth over her skin.

She sighed and dropped her arm, her back arching into the assistance and her eyes closing as the fingers worked over her back in efficient scratches before pulling away.

Blinking her eyes open, she glanced back just in time to see Cullen pulling his glove back on, his eyes curious.  “Better?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“Nothing worse than an itch you can’t reach,” he stated, a friendly smile working its way across his face as he looked down at her, and she found herself nodding in response.

“I can’t imagine trying to scratch your back with all that armor you wear,” she replied and he laughed before giving a shrug of his own.

“I get by.”

They stared at each other another moment before she pulled her robe back on and made a vague gesture towards the recruits.  “Well, I’ll let you get back to work, and find myself a hiding spot before Cassandra hunts me down and has something for me to do.  Thank you again for the assistance.”

“I was glad I could help, My Lady.”

She found herself nodding and starting to walk away before she realized there was no way she could simply leave it at that. So she turned to call out to him then waited until his eyes met hers again.

“I’ll let you know if I have any other itches that need scratching, Commander.”

He stared at her for several seconds before giving a stuttered laugh and reaching up to rub at his neck.  “Alright.”

“And, please, let me know if there are any I can help you with.  Any type of itch at all.”

He looked away, his mouth opening on an inarticulate noise before he waved her off.  “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Oh please do, she thought, turning away from him again, scratching itches could be a great deal of fun.