that cigar too

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older!Corvo and older!Daud meeting someplace out-of-the-way for a smoke for @yellowcandy

so u know how ppl bring stuff to andromeda to keep from being homesick? well i hc that’s what cigars are to reyes. he doesn’t even like em - they just remind him of home. 

they’re also rare as fuck so u best bet he killed someone for that shit.

heartbeat

◇ Taeil begins to get more protective, and you have no idea why.

◇ Taeil x reader

◇ vampire!au

◇ requested by anon; mate vamp au with NCT taeil?

◇ asdfghjkl for some reason I’m not that happy with this one… Taeil is so hard to write for!! I hope this is enjoyable anyway!

•••

It wasn’t often that you’d have the pleasure of waking up next to Moon Taeil — and that’s the first sign that something’s off.

He usually awoke in the very early hours of the morning to begin business with his brothers (he was very fond of the whole early bird catches the best worm phrase, too), the only trace of his existence the ghost of a kiss on your forehead and — normally — a note explaining his absence and wishing you a wonderful day.

You weren’t sure what made this day different than any other, but when your eyes opened at 8AM Taeil was still laying behind you — and fully awake, too.

“Taeil?” You murmur in disbelief, eyes groggy and voice murky with sleep. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, taking in how he had his arms around your form, a hand laying on your stomach — he never usually spooned you, he much preferred having you lay on his chest.

You brush that minor detail off, rolling over to face him. He smiles in greeting, brushing his thumb over your cheek fondly. “You’re… still here?”

Keep reading

I couldn’t get my hair into a mohawk, so I went with the Biker Invention hairstyle.

Not too shabby.

Watchu lookin at?

Whoa, what the-

oH MY GOD WHAT HAPPENED

Wait, hang on. I gotta get into character.

Ugh. I’m manly. I hate bright colors. I need some beer. Where’s my cigar?

Not too bad, but something’s missing…

Lemme just…

Almooost…

There we go.

OH GOD GET IT OUT

HELP

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Escort [PV] - Kato Shigeaki

anonymous asked:

Secret Santa! who gets who and what do they get them?

Everyone buys a little something for Dogmeat. Not Including Sole as everyone’s Sole is different.

Ada: Preston, she finds a new hat on her travels and gifts that to him, also some energy cells for his musket including a surprise crank modification

Cait: Gage, she gets him a modded combat knife, some 7.62 ammo and a bottle of whiskey

Codsworth: Danse, he finds some brand new paint and some material for Danse to mod his armour and weapons

Curie: Nick, she sews his jacket to make it look as good as new and provides Nick with some new reading material for in his spare time

Danse: Curie, Danse gets Curie some research and scientific reading material both what he finds on his travels and some courtesy of Scribe Haylen

Deacon: Strong, he gets strong an aviator cap, sunglasses and empty milk bottles

Gage: Piper, he gets her a crate of Nuka Cola, courtesy of the gangs of Nuka World and some sweet rolls

Hancock: X6-88, some flashy red boots and a new coat to replace his ghastly courser uniform. X6 is unimpressed by this but welcomes the spare energy cells and polished combat knife. Though why Hancock included the lieutenants hat is beyond him

MacCready: Deacon, he gets Deacon a box full of pompadour wigs and hair dye to “Fix those eyebrows”

Nick: Old Longfellow. Nick is able to sweet talk his way into getting a now 400 year old bottle of whiskey off Vadim and some vintage cigars, which he wraps up and gifts to the old sea dog

Old Longfellow: Cait, he manages to find some vintage Whiskey and Bourbon, with a few shotgun shells thrown into the mix

Piper: Hancock, refrains from getting him any sort of drugs, but a few beers can’t hurt, some sugar bombs, sweet rolls and that slice of preserved pie that he’s had his eye one for a while.

Preston: Maxson. With Danse’s advice, Preston gets Maxson a bottle of red wine and some cigars, nothing too revolutionary, but nothing that will ensue the wrath of the Brotherhood either

Strong: MacCready, he gets him an assorted pile of scrap ammunition, some bones and pieces of radstag hide. Mac is not too impressed

X6-88: Ada, using his charming charisma, he is able to rustle up some improvements and modifications to gift to Ada

Maxson: Codsworth, military upgrades found on most Mr Gutsy models, saying it will improve efficiency and fighting capability instead of a standard Mr Handy

Player - Bobby scenario (angst)

Originally posted by drawien

A/N: Something for you all simce I have some free time! Enjoy 

Members: Bobby x You
Genre: angst
Warnings: cussing, drinking, yelling
Word count: 2167


“Don’t do it“ your friend looks at you , you nervously bit your lip and look away
“I won’t let him fool me twice” 
“He actually did it twice and you went back to him” she laughs 
“Tonight is a game changer” you smiled and looked at Bobby. Boy who got into your head, made you catch feelings.

It was a drunk night when you fell for his actions and words. He took you home. He made “Love to you“. Next morning you knew what you done.
He was sleeping, sheets over his lower back, arm over your waist, his face almost in back of your neck.
You slowly moved his hand away and sat up, grabbing your clothes on the floor, putting them on. Lastly you took your phone and looked back at a beautiful guy sleeping.
Smiling you looked away and walked out of the room and his home.


Both of you never saw each other again.
Friend called you at night to come and hang out with her and few more people, you said yes.
You got on a black crop top, skinny ripped jeans on and converse. You walked out and to the place where you all will meet.

“Y/N!” she shouted as you approached all of them, she runs forwards and hugs you. You smiled widely and looked at the crew, you knew few people and two of them you didn’t.
Two guys turn around, it was him. His curly/ wavy hair, pouty lips, jawline, eyes. You could barely see his eye clearly because of his hair. But you knew it was him. Two of you stared up and down at each other.
“Y/N, Mike and Bobby… Guys Y/N” she smiled
You awkwardly smiled and shaked their hands.


Walking down the street, everyone was enjoying and laughing.
“Damnnn I wanna party!” Mike takes a deep breath
“We could’ve just bought drinks and go to kids park and sit around on swings and whatever” one of them said

Everyone looked at each other. All of agreed and walked to the nearest shop.
You stayed outside to smoke a cigar. You leaned against the wall, lighting up the cigar. Bobby stayed outside too, so he walked up to you slowly.
You look at him and cross your arm on your stomach and lean your elbow on you hand as you inhale the smoke.
Bobby kept looking around with his hands in his pockets.
Silence filled up the lonely air. How did you guys get here. Met up again after a while? It was weird, but also a good type of a feeling for it. You liked it.
You throw the cigar on the ground and step on it.

You look to the side, and Bobby does too and you two look at each other.
“This is funny” you said and smiled
Bobby licks his lips and shrugs his shoulders.
“You left” he said
“What was I supposed to do? It was just one time” you look at him, being actually surprised on his words
“Maybe I wanted your number or something”
“Oh shut up” you laugh and shake your head
“So you could fuck me again?” you added and looked to the side at him
“Maybe…” Bobby said in his raspy voice, looking at you
You just shaked your head smiling and walked away as you saw everyone walking out of the store.

As said, you walked to the kids park and raced to the swings, because there was only three of those.
You managed to run as fast and catch one. Your friend and one more sat down, only boys were standing in front of you.
You smiled and took a bottle of strong alcohol and drank. You passed the bottle to the next person and it went on like that.

“Mike, come!” you smiled and held your phone in the air

He stood next to you and put his chin on your shoulder, and you took a picture.
Everyone then gathered around you and you took a group photo.
You smiled and stood up and started to dance around and spin laughing. Alcohol was getting you.
“Here” Mike passed you the bottle and there was not many left so you finished it.

“You definitely know how to drink” Bobby looks at you
“I am the expert” you smiled and put your arm on his shoulder

Bobby walked over to Mike and made him stand up so he could sit down for a bit.
He kept looking at you dancing, fooling around, laughing. You had sparks in your eyes because of the light, your were pretty. He licked his lips smiling.
He remembered your naked body against his, your voice, moans. Slowly he bit his lip, wanting you again.

“I can’t stand anymore” you said putting your hand on your forehead
“Come here” Bobby said and you walked over to him, sat on his thigh, putting your arm around his shoulders.
His hand slid around your back and waist, holding you.
“Two of you are so cute” your friend smiled
“Awww” you laughed

She took a picture of you two, you hid your face with your hand.
“Let me see it” you said and she showed you the picture
“Nice” you smiled looking up at her

Something got into you. Maybe it was alcohol, maybe not. But you wanted to be with Bobby, be held by him forever. You wanted to kiss those lips non stop. Have his body as yours, that your body is his and that he knows it. Knows that he has you.
“What you staring at me for?” he whispers looking at you
“I don’t know. I want to” you smiled and ran your index finger down his jaw, your eyes falling down on his lips.
Bobby had a half smile on his lips and looked up and down at your eyes, lips.
“LET’S GO GUYSS!” Mike shouts walking but almost tripping
“I want you.” Bobby whispers and you smiled biting your lip, standing up

You took his hand in his, didn’t let go of it.
“Y/N are you gonna go home or?” your friend asked
“Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow or whatever” you smiled and waved at everyone, letting go of Bobby’s hand.
“Bye!” you shout and throw your hands in the air walking away


You had a feeling that Bobby will follow you. You just felt it, you didn’t want to turn around and see if he’s walking behind you. But you hoped he did.

“Y/N” you smiled and turned around
“What are you doing?” you asked, acting like you didn’t know he’ll stop you
“My home is that way too” Bobby points
“Are you lying?” you raised an eyebrow
“Yes” he smiled, you shaked your head and continued to walk

As you unlocked the front door, you let Bobby inside. Closing the door and turning around, Bobby pushes you against the door and kisses you hard.
You smiled under the kiss and just let him do everything.
His hand falls down on your ass and Bobby lifts you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist, holding his face, kissing him.

He walked to the living room, and put you down on the couch. Taking off his T-shirt and climbing on top of you.

You took the pleasure, took it with pain.
Your voice filled up the room, both of you felt fire, heat in your bodies.


After some time, he stood up, putting that black T-shirt over his head again. You watched him getting dressed up again as you layed.
Bobby walked over to you and placed a kiss on your lips and finally took his jacket and just walked out of the house.

You sigh and sit up, walking to the bathroom and taking a shower.




Next morning you then realized what you done again. But you didn’t mind at all. In a way you felt attracted to him, wanted to see him again. He is so good.

You thought it happened, you were drunk. But he kept talking to you, texting you. 

On the end you end up being friends with benefits. Every week on same day you meet up.
It was like love, but you both actually pretended to be in it. 
Especially him. 
You knew he used you that night, and the second one. Rest of the nights.

Laying in bed alone, you could smell his perfume on your pillow, sheets. Imagine his face on your pillow.



Finding out, listening to stories of him getting with other girls made you mad.
You thought that If he’s your friend with benefits, it’s only just you two. No one doesn’t get with other people.

That proves, all the nights he said he liked you a lot, he lied. Only played. You knew he did, but you didn’t know he’s such a player.

You weren’t supposed to fall for him. But you did. As every girl would. But why him, why Bobby. Why did he walked into your life.

You looked away from Bobby and watched the crowd. Trying to find the best looking guy you could. Smiling you stood up, leaving your drink on the table and walked over to the guy you spotted.
You didn’t approach him. You just started to dance near by. You shaked your ass, kept swinging your hips, moving.
The guy walked behind you, and as a dirty girl you kept swinging your hips on his waist, going down and up.
He threw his head back, biting on his lip. Taking your hands he turns you around and places a kiss on your lips right away. Your hands wrap around his neck and kiss back.

“WHAT THE FUCK!?” Bobby shouts looking at you, standing next to your friend
“Bobby-“
“IS SHE FUCKING FOR REAL?!” he shouts again looking at her
“YOU DID THE FUCKING SAME THING” she shouts at him and Bobby looks at her
“What you gonna say now?” she added
“I.. Can’t. Stay. Away. From Y/N” he points at himself
“I am attracted to her” he added
Your friend looks at him in shock
“Then why do all the stuff? I mean you two were friends with benefits” she looks at him
“AND you KNOW she had feelings for you” she added
“I know she did. Since day one.”
“You fucked her up so bad Bobby. You shouldn’t fucked her that night” she sighs
“Well, that is what player’s do. Right?” Bobby smiled
“But you know yourself, you are so fucking jealous right now”

Bobby looks in your way and you were smiling at the guy.
“Let’s bet she’ll be with me tonight” he looks back at her and your friend just nods her head

Bobby smiled and walked through the crowd and puts his hand around some girl’s waist and pulls her close towards him.
You noticed Bobby with a girl. But you wanted to keep on focusing on guy, so you kissed him.
Looking again, Bobby’s tongue was already in her mouth. His strong arms going around her body. Her hand falling on his pants.

You didn’t want to be jealous, but you were. You thought your plan will work, but you just realized it won’t. You walked away from the guy and went to stand with your friend.
“Whats wrong?” she asked
“Nothing” you said biting on your lip as you watched Bobby still enjoying his time with the girl.

You couldn’t look anymore, so you looked everywhere but him.
Minutes later Bobby walked to both of you. He leans against the wall, noticing you not even trying to look at him.
“Someone’s mad?” he said looking at you
“Who’s mad? I am sure not” you said
“No, I said a wrong word. Jealous”
“What?” you shake your head
“Someone tried to make me jealous” Bobby whispers looking at you, and you just look at him

“See? I am telling the truth” he said and you got annoyed
“You already did same thing like thousands of times” you look at him and face him
“Well sorry bout’ that” he laughs
“SO you basically used me?”

Bobby gets close to your face, like was about to kiss you but puts his lips on your ear.
“You like it. You know you do” he whispers and you get chills all over your body
You close your eyes and sigh. Bobby smiles and lifts his shoulders up.
“I knew you will do that. I was actually shocked you did. But damn, he doesn’t touch you like I do…” he said putting his hand on your waist

Your friend just walked away so she leaves you two to be alone.

“Fuck you, like I do” he said to your ear and look at your eyes
“Or kiss you like I do” he smiled and pressed his lips against yours.

You couldn’t resist. Couldn’t back off or push him away. It was just him. Bobby.
Player, a player who got you and has your heart.

Incessant Infatuation

Synopsis: Fareeha has a crush on super cool big-kid Angela, and she goes to McCree of all people for help.


The midday sun cast its rays upon the desert field, sending shadows directly underneath the figures that owned them. Small reptiles crawled out of their hiding spots to bask in the sunlight, while many of the mammals refuge from the blazing heat in their burrows and holes. A small woodpecker started to cut out a hole in a thick Saguaro, hoping to create a shelter to reside in.

Crack.

The percussive noise reverberated along the sand, echoing off rocks, being sent in every direction.

Another crack.

Jesse McCree looked down range at his target, and walked out towards the paper cutout for closer inspection. While two shots were fired, only one hole seemed to be made. It was not until the paper was in Jesse’s hands was the imperfection shown. A small crescent deviated from the original circumference, another circle offset by millimeters, with barely any paper to puncture. Jesse smirked and flicked the paper with his finger, letting out a puff of his cigar. “Not too bad for warming up” he said to himself, making his way back towards the shooting station. He set the paper target aside on the small wooden table beside him, and he picked up six fresh victims to set out in the range.

When all the cutouts were put on their posts, he situated himself at the station. He clicked the release mechanism to his revolver, flicking the cylinder open. As he tilted the revolver upwards, two casings dropped to the gravel below, smoke still gently rising from their entry points. This time, Jesse readied six rounds to be fired, carefully placing each one in its proper slot. With a smooth motion, he flipped the cylinder back up into the revolver, the locking mechanism snapping in place with a click.

He glanced down at his wrist before checking his surroundings to make sure he was alone. Seeing nobody nearby, he smirked and placed his revolver in his holster, keeping it unlatched. He bent his right arm, hand hovering over the pistol, his left arm in front, ready for rapid fire.

“It’s high noon” he let out in a low drawl.

The low wind picked up, sending a lone tumbleweed across the horizon. McCree lined up each target in his sights, composing himself. With a sudden motion, Jesse drew the weapon from its holster. “Draw!” He shot each target along the horizon in a swift motion, his left hand cocking the hammer in between each sequential fire. When it was done, Jesse flipped the revolver about his finger before swiftly placing it back in the holster. He surveyed the scene, all targets had a sizzling hole right through the skull. He tucked his thumbs in his belt loops, “Heh, not so bad”

His reverie was cut short.

“Ugh, Jesse. So lame” A giggle came from behind. McCree snapped around on his heel, and saw little Fareeha jump down from her perch. He suddenly became quite flustered, especially now that Fareeha had seen him. She always liked to give him grief for his self-indulgent grandeur, not to mention the BAMF buckle he liked to keep fastened around his waist.

“Fareeha! What are you doing here? You know your Mom would kill you if she found out you were at the gun range” McCree said, emptying the casings just as before, and swiveled the pistol back into its holster.                    

“Mmm is the ‘BAMF’ scared of momma?” Fareeha said with a sly smile, “It is just you and me after all, she doesn’t need to find out. Besides, I wanted to ask you something.”

Jesse sighed, knowing he wouldn’t be able to shake her loose until he paid the ransom. “Alright, what is it then?”

“You’re good with the ladies, right Jesse?”

McCree tugged at his collar awkwardly. No beating around the bush with this one. “I wouldn’t say the ladies per se.”

“Okay, fine. But you know how to sweet-talk them, right? I know you use that silver-tongue of yours to kiss mother’s ass, God help her.”

McCree rolled his eyes. “I guess if you put it that way. To be honest, though, this line of work doesn’t lend many opportunities to speak with many people outside of those in Overwatch. The only women I really know well besides my own mother are your Ma and Angela.”

At the latter’s name, Fareeha started shifted the sand around her feet, looking down the entire time. “What if I were to say that I wasn’t talking about anybody off-base?” Fareeha asked nervously.

Realization began to dawn on McCree, the corner of his lips turned upwards into a sly grin. “Heh heh, does little Fareeha Amari have her eyes set on a certain someone?”

Fareeha didn’t look up to meet McCree’s cheeky expression.

“A certain German lady, by chance?”

“Ugh, Jesse, she’s Swiss!” Uh oh. Now the cat was out of the bag. “I mean… no?” she said, trying to backpedal out of her previous statement, tapping the tips of her index fingers together.

McCree slapped his knee and let out a bought of laughter. He gave her a few teasing nudges with his elbow, while Fareeha tried to bat him away.

“Hah! A crush on Miss Angela Ziegler. I gotta say, kid, you have a mighty fine taste in women.” He said, not trying to fight down the grin that seemed to get broader and broader.

“…Shut up” Fareeha pleaded sheepishly, with heat rising to her cheeks.

“Heh” McCree grunted as his laughter started to subside. “So have you tried working the ol’ Amari charm?”

Fareeha shuffled her feet over one another. “I wouldn’t say that”

“Looks like we’ll need to fix that, then!” Jesse stood up and rotated his hat slightly. “Here, I got a few tricks up my sleeve…”

Angela nervously chewed on the cap to her pen, her foot bobbing up and down as her crossed legs moved about. She had already spent five hours tucked away in her cramped living quarters, trying to work on an article she had been drafting that dealt with the preliminary research in the usage of microscopic machines and how they could be used in the medical field. Juggling that and her responsibilities on base was proving to be a challenge, but it was something she found she could solve by holing herself up in her room. Not many people had access to Angela when she was busy with her workload, which to be fair was nearly every moment of her day. Being an unusually young age for her work, Angela was denied permission by Commander Morrison to look after her own patients. To keep herself busy in the times she wasn’t assisting the current medical director of Overwatch, she had taken to pouring through multitudes of published academic literature and research papers, hoping to gain some insight into the developing field of the nanobiology.

She heard the door creak, but she paid no mind to it. She was intent to carry on with her research, and didn’t want to get bogged down in any distractions.

“Hey Angela” a small voice came from behind, one that could only come from Fareeha.

“Hey Far” Angela said without turning around, still trying to focus on doing her work.

Angela was about to ask how Fareeha’s day was going, but she was interrupted by prying fingers at the collar of her turtleneck. “Fareeha?” She continued to try to turn the collar inside out. “Fareeha what are you doing?” She turned to face Fareeha.

“I’m uhh.. I’m umm..” Fareeha paused as if trying to remember something. “I’m trying to find the tag that says ‘Made in Heaven.’”

Angela paused for a moment, but realization spread across her face. Laughter came forth in droves. “Where did you get that one from?”

Fareeha was a little taken back, and her face flushed with embarrassment. She still wanted to continue, and she looked down at the piece of paper in her hand. Fumbling with the words she was trying to say, she stuttered out the next line “d-do you have a camera?”

Angela was taken aback at the strange request. “Um yes but I don-”

“So I can show my friends proof angels exist.”

Angela let out another fit of giggles before reigning herself back in. “You know you are just adorable, right? Did Jesse put you up to this to annoy me?” She said with a giggle.

Fareeha felt like she wanted to die of embarrassment at that moment. She couldn’t help but stare at her shoes. “Right… to annoy you” she said, defeated.

“Hmm! Typical. I’m going to go knock some sense into that troublemaker.”

Angela sauntered out the door, and Fareeha crumpled the piece of paper in her hand, throwing it out as she sulked back to her room.

~~Twenty years later~~

With a loud hissing noise, the carrier’s ramp opened and lowered itself onto the platform below, forming a rudimentary walkway for the passengers exiting the aircraft. Fareeha slung the duffel bag she was carrying over her shoulder, and stepped out into the midday sun. Looking around, the revitalized Watchpoint looked just like had twenty years ago. The atmosphere felt very similar to how she remembered it. She brought her gaze forward, locking on to the man who was approaching her, clipboard in hand.

“Captain Amari! It is good to meet you. I do hope your flight over was okay.” Not being one for idle conversation, Fareeha smiled and gave a small nod in recognition.

“If you would follow me, I will show you to your living quarters.”

The attendant ducked his head to enter the doorway to one of the entrances. Fareeha followed suit, smiling as she remembered the countless times Jack Morrison had hit his head there, too busy with paperwork to pay attention.

“Winston informed me to tell you to meet him in the officer’s quarters at 0400. Am I correct in assuming you know where that is?”

Fareeha returned her attention to the man beside her, coming out of her small trip down memory lane. “Yes, I do. Thank you.” She glanced down at her watch, just past noon.

Looks like I will have time to explore more around the Watchpoint, and see if anything has changed in the past two decades.

The man lead her to her room, a plaque was placed on the center of the door reading ‘Capt. Fareeha Amari.’

“So this is where you’ll be staying. If you want to request any additions or changes you can contact me and I’ll see what I can do.” He turned to give her space, but then added one last thing, “Oh, and Captain? Welcome to Overwatch.” Fareeha nodded, and he went on his way.

Less than an half hour later, Fareeha had her things set out and tucked away. She was not one to pack heavy, for all she needed were her different military uniforms, her workout clothing, and the other bare essentials. Much of the structured, militaristic attitude she had developed during her time in the Egyptian armed forces carried over through her time working for HSI and to the present. It made things easy for her to stay mobile, not being tied down to any location with mementos of home, but it would be untrue to say Fareeha did not secretly wish to possess said trinkets.

Feeling curious, Fareeha left the comfort of her bed to explore the corridors of the Watchpoint.

Many happy memories were made here, even in the short time her mother had been stationed at this Watchpoint. Whether it was hearing stories about the ‘Good ol’ days’ from Reinhardt, pestering Gabriel to play with her, or just hanging out with Angela while she worked on her computer, Fareeha had definitely made this place her home, even if it wasn’t for as long as she hoped.

As she walked down the corridor, a cracked door caught her attention, a faint pale blue light emanated from the cracks. A sudden giddiness filled her body as she read the owner of the room. She silently opened the door, and was greeted by the figure hunched over the desk, typing something at a furious pace. Fareeha leaned against the doorframe.

“Hmm, I really wish I had brought my camera with me” Angela swiveled around to face the unfamiliar voice, “So I can show my friends proof angels exist.”

Angela’s mouth crept up into a smile. “Fareeha,” she said fondly, “it has been far to long.” She picked her self out of the chair and walked towards Fareeha, bringing her into an embrace.

“It’s good to see that some habits never change” Fareeha said with a smirk, motioning her head towards the numerous papers strewn about her desk, byproducts of becoming a part of so many different research groups.

“It’s not work if you love doing it. And I can’t believe you remembered that horrible line,” she gave Fareeha a teasing slap on the chest, “I still remember the first you said it to me. It was so adorable!”

Fareeha rubbed the back of her neck. “To be fair, Angela, you wouldn’t let me live it down.”

Angela lightly touched Fareeha’s forearm, and the giggle she let out made Fareeha’s heart jump. “And I don’t think I ever will.” She let her giggling pause for a moment, and she looked into the deep brown eyes looking down to her. “It’s really good to see you.” She gave Fareeha a quick once-over. “You’ve gotten so tall too! It looks like the army really beefed you up as well, eh?” Now that she was thinking about it, Fareeha had changed drastically. Gone was the frail little Fareeha who bounced around wearing bright dresses her mother bought for her (much to Fareeha’s chagrin). The woman that stood before her had an aura of dignity, enforced by the muscular biceps put on display with her tank top. Angela allowed herself to glance over her frame, and she was impressed at how well she seemed to take care of herself and her body. Uh oh. Angela caught herself. She’s hot.

“You know,” Angela brought her eyes back up, and met Fareeha’s sea of deep brown, “Jesse never put me up to it. Quite the opposite.”

Angela’s face made an ‘O’ at the realization, and she slapped her forehead. “Oh my god. I laughed in your face! Oh my Fareeha I apologize for that.”

Fareeha softly laughed, “It is no matter, Doctor. It was twenty years ago. However…” a smirk crept on her face. “You can make it up to me by giving a tour around the Watchpoint. I have a few hours before I need to report to anyone, and I wanted to explore and see what has changed.”

“Well then, I guess it is only fair,” they both headed for the door. “After you.”

Fareeha gave her a thankful smile, which when straight to Angela’s heart, the beat picking up.

I wonder if she still kept her crush? Angela blushed at the wistful thought as they walked side by side, just as they had done so decades ago as best friends.

Author’s Note: So in other news I’ve recently converted to the lord and savior Scrivener. It’s just so useful. And I can get it on my phone too oh my god. Google drive we had a good run.

I also forgot to think of a title when I first posted it. Oops.

redsvsblus  asked:

Talk Death to Me

:Define a Good Kill

 A grin is ever present on Michael’s face as he reclines back in his seat, reminicing about every kill, every death that he’s witnessed and done in his entire life. It’s a far long way back to go, or is it? Are all the best deaths and murders he’s done really that far to look back on?

“I’ve done some pretty messed up shit, ya know.” He starts it off like that, turning the unlit cigar over in his too large hands. “Things that normal people would cringe at in fear. But I guess I can let out just one little story…” He chuckles darkly, turning around in his seat to gaze out the nearest window. The sun was beginning to set over the horizon…

“The year was in 1926. I wasn’t so fresh out of boot camp but, by that time, I was already doing all the shit I’ve wanted and earning my paycheck in the military. But nothing at all ever made me happy. Ya know? My fiance, get this, had died the week before I was charted off to learn how to kill people…they wouldn’t take no for an answer. Especially the recruitment commander. Said ‘your need in the military is more than needed. Sorry about your trauma, sir’.”

After all these years, it’s almost as if Michael can joke about this now. There was still anger and hatred for what happened to Natalie, but he knew that, wherever she was, she was better. Not sickly or dying. No more pain and fear. 

“As it turns out, the SAME GUY is the leader of my branch. One of them at least. And he was aallways to focused on me. My effort. Worked me like a dog for years and years…until 1926. The people who lived from that said I snapped. Turned into some wild dog or some crazy shit like that.” A twisted grin began to take shape and form, marring the corner of his lips.

“I won’t ever forget that day. I snapped…yeah, but there was nothing more exciting than ripping a man’s throat open. The blood spilling across your hands and clothes. Flesh is weak…it was so easy to end him; still gives me goosebumps today just thinking about it.”

Rolling his shoulders, Michael places the cigar between his teeth, carefully gnawing and drawing out the tobacco within. The taste that went across his tongue didn’t make him cringe or spit. “I spent three years in prison, a life sentence really, before Helen picked me up. And working for an old idiot seemed a better idea than rotting in prison.”

some things i love about boys:

•sheepish smiles

•HAPPY TRAILS

•big sweaters/hoodies u can steal and its the comfiest thing in the world

•smell of cologne on ur pillow after they leave

•the way their skin feels on yours, bare chest to bare chest

•boys w tiny waists and big hips + thighs???? yes pls

•the way their mouths taste when they kiss u after smoking a cigar (is this too specific?? it’s a good taste)

•i love boys so much