touching gesture

Respect Her "No"

As a 19 year old girl, I was shy and meek and very bad at standing up for myself. I worked at a Denny’s with a lot of creepy and rude customers, and one day a regular customer came in and he asked to borrow my pen. I was the only hostess on duty at the time, and the host stand only had one pen, which I very much needed almost constantly. We usually had more pens but servers would often lose theirs and come raid the host station for replacements. This particular pen was very excellent and I guarded the thing with my life… you all know the kind of pen I’m talking about, super ergonomic design and never runs out of ink and writes on any surface. This pen wasn’t going anywhere, not if I could help it.


Well anyway I told the customer, “oh I’m sorry, I’ve only got the one pen right now and I need it”. He said “don’t worry I’ll give it back when I’m done” and just took it. Well I sucked at standing up for myself and they drilled all that ‘customer is always right’ nonsense into our brains pretty well so I just resigned myself to having to track down another pen. (Not an easy task in that restaurant, there was some kind of black hole for pens there.)


Well another customer, a woman in her 40’s, saw the whole thing go down. After the guy had seated himself, the woman pulled a pen out of her purse, I thought she was just going to give it to me but she actually walked over to the guy, snagged my pen out of his hand, and smacked her pen down on the table and said very audibly “Respect her no.” And then she brought me my pen back. I was so touched by this simple gesture of coming to my defense that I paid for her lunch myself. The whole thing took less than 3 minutes but it honestly taught me so much, it taught me the importance of standing your ground, defending other women, and not letting men get away with ignoring your No. If a man can’t even respect a no on something as simple as borrowing a pen, how could he be trusted to respect you on even bigger issues? Anyway I just think about that incident a lot, the importance of standing your ground and not letting men feel entitled to take whatever they want. Bless that woman, I hope she is having a really excellent life.

Little details you don’t notice at first (1/?)

-Even most likely comforting Isak and chasing away his fears while having his arms around Isak’s waist (or holding his hand).

There is a little Syrian restaurant right outside the old medina in Rabat that I used to eat at regularly while living in Morocco. My roommate and I would go nearly every night, and sometimes we’d bring friends. They served the most incredible avocado smoothie topped with almonds and spices that you can imagine… I’d do terrible things for the recipe.

The wait staff all recognized us, and while our Arabic was dreadful, we were also very predicable in our orders. One night after a particularly stressful and upsetting day, the main server arrived at our table with a glass of water. People in Morocco (and most parts of the world) do not typically drink ice with their water. I’d grown accustomed to that and didn’t miss it much, but when the waiter produced a single ice cube and dropped it into my glass with a flourish and a beaming smile, I almost burst into tears. It was an unexpectedly touching and thoughtful gesture. It didn’t actually do shit to cool down my water, of course, but it was just so unnecessarily *nice* of him that I remember it as the single most refreshing beverage I had that year.

why we deserve a jung joon hyung/ahn min hyuk in our lives

let me just say something that we all have realised before but never really gotten into talking further:

the similarities between jung joon hyung and ahn min hyuk on the way they treat everyone around them and themselves says a lot about how they are as a person.

both joon hyung and min hyuk have their fair share of pain caused by their family or past relationships and yet it doesnt make them bad people or use it as an excuse to become assholes to everyone especially towards the girl they end up liking, just cause they have been “hurt”.

no matter what happened to them, the moment they met kim bok joo and do bong soon they started off with simple yet touching and genuine, comedic gestures such as teasing them and are so friendly with them in a way that isnt romantic (yet).

joon hyung was bok joo’s best friend before anything else and he respected and supported her so much; he only then realised slowly that he liked her and when he came to terms with that, he wasn’t trying to push her away or tried avoiding her: he tells her he likes her! and he wasn’t even afraid to admit how much he liked her before and throughout the entire time they were dating!!

before even progressing with their relationship, joon hyung even asked for a chance for her to be with him - “don’t like me as your boyfriend? that’s okay, you can tell me that.” he would still respect her wishes even if it means turning him down.

as well as with min hyuk, he’s always wanted someone to protect him from day one and that’s what he saw in bong soon. he wasn’t afraid to admit that he was scared to her, even telling her bits and pieces about his life to her because besides being his bodyguard, she was also a shoulder for him to lean on when he can - he didn’t completely let her in, he had his moments especially when his “brother” kept making death threats, thus resulting in wanting to be alone. as time flew by, he realised how much bong soon meant to him and started opening up to her even more and more, and it was so pure.

min hyuk is as precious as joon hyung is because he also isn’t afraid to show bong soon how much he cares and admires her: him getting hurt was way better than getting bong soon hurt.

lets be real: these two boys don’t possess the most extravagant thing you would expect a typical kdrama lead to have yet they have the most genuine, pure and beautiful personality and that says something: they treat their girls with respect and support them no matter what; joon hyung with bok joo’s weightlifting and family problems, and min hyuk with bong soon’s inability to control her powers. not to mention the way they look at their woman like she’s the universe to them (swoon !!!)

from their strength to their appearances, how they talk and how comfortable the girls are with their own true selves, bok joo with her weightlifting and eating so much, and bong soon with her super powers, joon hyung and min hyuk find them attractive and beautiful no matter WHAT and that, everybody, says it all.

all in all - jung joon hyung and ahn min hyuk are so fucking PERFECT and one reason being is that they showcase what every man, boy, male, whatever should possess on treating their girl/SO and yet it melts our hearts SO MUCH because we rarely see this in real life!

we all deserve a joon hyung/min hyuk in our lives

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hp quotes // #i love this little moment between these two #harry felt utterly lost, overwhelmed, angry and confused but hermione was such a solid support for him throughout the entire hunt for the horcruxes #her love and loyalty towards her friends is so touching #and this tiny gesture just warms my heart becAUSE I LOVE THIS FRIENDSHIP SO MUCH IT’S SO PURE AND GOOD  ಥ‿ಥ

Character Mannerisms

Here’s some considerations for the tiny little details that can add a lot to a character. Figuring out these mannerisms can do a lot for conveying character traits through their normal actions rather than just their thoughts, dialogue, etc.

  • How’s their posture? There are more options than just sitting up straight or slouching a lot. What’s their most comfortable sitting position? Do they have a consistent posture or does it change depending on situation / present company? 
  • How’s their etiquette? Do they hold the door for people behind them? How do they handle handshakes and other kinds of typical contact? Does their language change or become more formal when speaking to strangers? To their elders? To their superiors? 
  • In a crowded space, do they get out of people’s way, or do people get out of THEIR way? 
  • How do they point something out? Pointing their finger? Nodding their head? A flippant wave of the hand?
  • What are their comfort gestures or self-touch gestures? Common comfort gestures include rubbing the back of the neck or gripping their own arms. Can they suppress these gestures or do they do them often?
  • Also consider the character’s common reactions to common emotions. Do they whoop when they’re excited? Do they tremble when angry? 
  • What parts of the body are the most expressive? Do they shuffle and stomp their feet a lot when agitated or excited? Are they a hand talker? Do they have an impressive range of motion with their eyebrows?
  • How do they sound? Do their car keys jingle as they walk? Do they drag their feet? Do their heels clack resoundingly on hard floors? Do they breathe loudly? Do they fidget in ways that make a lot of noise?
  • How do they handle eye contact?
  • Any behaviors they reserve for moments when they’re alone? (Or possibly among family/friends that don’t care?) Do they pick their nose? Do they bite their toenails? Do they sniff their armpits? Or do they not care if people see behavior like this?
  • Apart from comfort gestures, what else do they do to comfort themselves in trying times? What’s their go-to self care? What’s their comfort food? Where’s their safe space?
  • What are they doing with themselves as they’re suppressing emotion? Lip biting, fist clenching, and avoiding eye contact are common methods of coping with strong emotions.

Do you think Derek ever remembers the Stiles that he first met, the loud mouthed, cheerful, quirky, smirking, always moving, always curious Stiles, basically the definition of ALIVE, and he knows Stiles has been through a lot even before that but it never crushed his spirit completely.

Do you think he looks at the Stiles after the nogitsune and everything else he’s had to go through, seeing right in front of him how much quieter Stiles is, how he might flinch at surprise noises or contact, how he doesn’t strive to know everything about anything anymore, how he keeps his head low and approaches things in a more calculating way, a tired way, rather than wholeheartedly.

Do you think he sees the tight lipped smile and the dark eyes and thinks to himself how he should have been more present, how he should’ve been able to do something, ANYTHING, to stop this from happening. Because it happened to himself, he should know how it goes by now, he should’ve seen the signs, he should’ve dared to believe the nagging voice in the back of his head and should’ve stepped forward when he saw that no one else would. But no, he had let himself believe in his self-pity, that Stiles, someone so great could never fall, that he could never experience something like Derek because he was too strong and too precious and too amazing, that he could never need someone like Derek when he has so many people around him.

Do you think he blames himself for not realizing sooner that they are both just people, that he is not some monster who attracts and deserves all the worst for just existing, that what happened to him could happen to anyone, and that Stiles is not an actual angel, who is immune to everything (even if he was Derek’s guardian angel).

Do you think Derek’s heart breaks over and over again every time Stiles half heartedly jokes that they’re all just broken now and that Derek isn’t alone.

Do you think he sees the plea in Stiles’ eyes that he doesn’t dare speak, the way Stiles had seen it in his before he had even known what he wanted, a touch, a hug, unconditional trust, but that he doesn’t know what to do because he still doesn’t trust himself, and all he wants to do is fall to his knees and tell Stiles he’s sorry for letting things go this way, and he knows that it’s pathetic and he’s just being his self-deprecating self again, and that it’s not helping anyone - it never has - but he doesn’t know what to do, all he knows is what Stiles had done for him and he knows he can’t be as great as Stiles, he can’t.

Do you think he tries anyway because he would give his heart and his soul, or what’s left of it anyway (sometimes he doesn’t believe there’s anything left at all but considering he’s alive, and considering the way something beats hard in his chest when Stiles’ eyes meet his there must be SOMETHING there) no matter how small and shattered- he’d give it all for Stiles. And he can’t rewind time and he can’t fix him, and Stiles deserves so much more than his shattered pieces, and one day surely, Stiles will find someone better, someone who serves as a cooling balsam to the pain within, and that thought makes his throat close up and his chest burn and it almost makes him turn away from Stiles because he’s been taught in the past not to give anything if there’s a risk he’ll get burnt- but he does it anyway, because this is Stiles and if he’s not getting what he needs from anyone else, if by chance he’s not letting anyone else in for the moment, if Derek knows where the cracks are and how to warm them, then he’ll be there. And he might not be enough but at least he’s something and maybe, just maybe he can serve some kind of purpose, whichever it may be, to preserve that last part of Stiles that’s hidden behind the cold exterior, maybe he’ll be just enough to help Stiles survive until his life pieces itself back together again and Stiles is back on his own two feet.

Do you think he takes Stiles’ hand, silently because he was never good with words, and because he remembers that most of the time Stiles had comforted him by touch alone, small gestures, rather than his wide vocabulary of words, and that he’s surprised when Stiles isn’t.

Do you think that the tears that form in Stiles’ eyes at the contact take all of the sorrys from Derek’s lips because he loses his breath when Stiles gives his hand a gentle squeeze and sniffles, smiling ever so slightly, not strong enough for an honest full fledged smile, because it would be a lie if he did, but this one is real and it’s the most beautiful thing Derek has ever seen because it means he was right, Stiles is still in there and he might know the one or other thing about getting him out.

Do you think they’re still overly careful around each other and about digging too deep, they’re cautious to protect each other, and they might seem to bicker and argue harshly on the outside about trivial things, but when it comes to words with depth they’re both quiet and calm, and Derek sticks to his silent gestures until they start losing their power.

Do you think the time he sets a hand on Stiles’ back and Stiles pulls away, fear makes his chest tight that he’s reached his limit and he’s not enough anymore, that he’s got nothing more left to give and that this is the point where he has to let Stiles go to find someone better, someone worthy, who will put that real, honest, full fledged, ear to ear grin on Stiles’ face in the most vulnerable of moments.

Do you think Derek remembers that time, where Stiles broke through all his walls and looked straight into his soul with just one word, a seemingly irrelevant word in an irrelevant conversation that had nothing to do with either of them, really, except for fighting off a threat with a paralyzing tail.

Do you think he remembers how Stiles gave everything back then, prior to that word, he used all the energy he had left in him to keep both their heads over water and that he would’ve died to try and save them both, and Derek had found a way to dismiss it, thinking Stiles is the kind of person who would sacrifice himself for anyone, kind of like himself except that Derek did it because he thought he deserves to die much more than anyone else and Stiles probably did it because he thinks no one deserves to die unless they’re trying to kill someone else.

Do you think he takes a step forward to chase the step Stiles took away and tells him simply “you’re not alone”, and it’s three words to Stiles’ one but it’s the best he’s got and he always knew his best is not even close to Stiles’, and he knows he’s got to try everything, give it everything he’s left in him all the way to the end, because Stiles’ would do the same for him if he let him, and he has to take the chance just in case Stiles lets him to the same.

Do you think Derek keeps on talking, thinking about the way he likes hearing Stiles’ voice when he’s down, and talking might not come easy to him but it gets easier when he sees Stiles is listening and his shoulders slump as if he’s finally letting some of the weight of his walls fall.

Do you think Derek envelopes Stiles tightly, not trying to prevent it when he breaks and starts sobbing into his chest, but holding him together so that he doesn’t feel shattered and scattered all over the place when the tears slowly cease, and it hurts, seeing Stiles like this, hearing the sobs that wrenched from him, and maybe it’s such a punch to the gut that Derek tears up himself, but this time he has to be there for Stiles so he keeps talking, making sure Stiles has something to focus on beside the sounds of his sobs.

Do you think that maybe when they both quiet down, exhausted, and Derek sees how reluctant Stiles is to leave his side just for a shower, even if he can’t look Derek in the eyes at the moment, and how they somehow drift back to each other when they lie down, how Stiles grasps onto his shirt tightly when Derek brings his arms back around him, that maybe Derek starts to think maybe there was a reason they kept getting pulled back to each other, maybe there’s a reason they can see past each other’s defenses and see more in each other than either would ever dare to admit, maybe, just maybe, he can be enough for Stiles, the way a scrawny, pale but dotted with moles, sarcastic 147 pounds of skin and bones teenager simply believing in him was enough or him years ago.

12x10: an Episode in “Friendship”

This episode … this freaking episode! All about angels’ relationships with humans, whether it be their vessels, their charges or their actual love interests, it all dealt with how they felt about one another. Yeah, yeah—it could be boiled down to the careful tread between the earthly and the divine; but there was more to it then that … a focus here that was just too specific to be accidental: the mirroring between Ishim and Castiel.

They were the traditional good vs. bad. Like most of these types of stories, the good guy and the bad guy are very similar in a lot of ways, almost exactly the same if given just a simple glance, but it’s usually one small event, one poor choice that turns one of them towards darkness. In this case, it was heartbreak that brought out the evil in Ishim. He fell in love with a human so deeply, that he shared everything with her. He told her all of heaven’s secrets, but when she didn’t necessarily return his affection, he grew enraged and retaliated.

Now, we could say this is its own story and nothing like Castiel’s time on earth nor his experience with humans, except—Ishim himself made this connection!  He said, as Castiel was beaten and bloody on the floor: “So now, I am going to cure you of your human weakness … the same way that I cured my own” and then, he heads for Dean.

Ishim “cured” his human weakness by breaking the heart of his love, because she did the same to him … so if that’s the case, what is he implying about Dean Winchester? What is he saying the man is to Castiel? Whose heart is he planning to break next?

And one could say, “Dean is Castiel’s friend, so his death would be heartbreaking in and of itself” which, yes—of course that’s true; however, did we notice the use of the word “friend” in this episode? Specifically when they were talking about Benjamin and his vessel. Dean was surprised to find that Benjamin was in a female vessel—so Castiel explained that the angel and his vessel weren’t just “partners” in some divine deal, they were … [long pause] “friends”.  Hell, Cas couldn’t even find the words himself, so Sam had to be the one to fill in the blanks, and even as he said it, there seemed to be a slanted emphasis to it all, as if “friends” had a deeper, more profound, and special meaning, apart from the norm. So for Ishim to take Castiel’s “friend” away, specifically Dean … seems a bit more significant, especially when mirrored with his own romantic heartbreak.

According to Ishim, human weakness is love.

To highlight this, everything in this episode was coated with a sense of something more happening between friends than just friendship. The bickering between Dean and Cas … the way Dean charged into that diner and scooted in right next to his “buddy”, just so he could stare down the other angel and play “whose got the bigger blade”. The way Dean kept saying things like “Well, Cas knows who his true friends are “ and “Cas, is different now.”  He defended him, even when he was mad at what he did to Billie– he stood by his side and ran to his rescue and helped him to his feet, touched his shoulder, brought him a beer—which is of course, a very touching Winchester-gesture. Yes, Sam did similar things, but whereas Sam also defended Cas, he was more focused on mending Dean and Cas’s relationship. He worried about how his brother was reacting to their friend, and he even playfully mocked the way Dean just couldn’t stay away from Cas in the end. Yes, Sam was defending someone who has become part of his family, but Dean was defending someone who has gotten under his skin and become part of him. There was a difference.

Overall, this episode felt like a lover’s quarrel, healed by risks of bigger problems … a common enemy, and the fear of losing each other. It was a reflection of what could happen if they allow themselves to become greedy with one another, and a lesson in how important it is to always love and respect each other … even when you feel like the other is wrong. This was more than just an episode about Castiel’s past … it was an episode about his “would be” future, if he hadn’t found the right way to love a human.

After all—Acabel had it right all those years ago when he said: Humans are good … how could one know them and not love them?

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2 times when Even probably took Isak’s hands 

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“Have you seen Betty?”

Kevin looked up from his cellphone to see the dark haired James dean lookalike staring at him expectantly.

“Are you kidding me? That’s the third time you’ve tracked me down to ask me that question , I’m flattered Jughead, really, but if you put half as much time into looking for Betty as you do asking me where she is, I’m sure you would actually find her.” He smirked cockily from his seat in the student lounge.

Jughead rolled his eyes and quirked an eyebrow as Kevin placed his phone down.
“It’s the third of the month, she’s were she is on every third day of every month.” He explained plainly. Clearly Jughead was missing something.

“And where would that be?” The beanie wearing boy asked patiently. Kevin finally looked up at him and frowned confused
“You mean you don’t know? You guys have been dating for three months, haven’t you ever wondered where she goes every third day of the month?” He asked.

“I never noticed, things have been pretty hectic, now that you mention it… so where is she? Where does she go?”

Kevin scratched his neck suddenly nervous and uncomfortable, it wasn’t a secret that Betty hid from anyone but it was a personal story, one Kevin was nervous to share. Jughead sensed Kevin’s tension and nodded encouragingly
“She’s my girlfriend dude.” He said slowly.

Shaking his head Kevin began the story

“On the third day of every month Betty heads out to the poppy fields over in Pembrooke, she spends pretty much the whole night there. She umm… it was her and her brothers special place. Do you remember Chick Cooper?” He asked

Jughead nodded, Chick Cooper was Betty’s older brother, he left Riverdale one day and never came back, everyone assumed he was in college and didn’t have time to make visits.

Kevin continued
“Chick well… Chick was killed a few years back, he was killed in combat. That’s why Betty took that huge break from school. Well anyway, Chicks ashes are spread in the poppy field and Betty goes every month to talk to him, when they were kids they would get dressed up and spend hours out there. Betty continued the tradition on the third of every month, she left school early today to head down there.” Kevin trailed off as his phone began to ring “oh that’s Joaquin! I have to take this” with that the excited boy ran off leaving Jughead alone with his thoughts.

What kind of a boyfriend was he that he didn’t know that about his girlfriend? Her brother, her best friend, he was dead? She never brought it up, never mentioned it. Was she holding all that pain in this whole time. God Jason blossoms murder, that must have hit home with her, that’s why she was always trying to help Cheryl, giving her the benefit of the doubt, he could still remember the soft way she had reminded Veronica

“Remember, She just lost her brother.”
He should have noticed how sad her eyes were, how she seemed to go to a distant place in her mind. She was always there supporting him, confiding in him, and he didn’t even care to know her family story?
Suddenly an idea rang through his mind, hopping over the couch, he ran through the halls before finding Archie in a towel in the boys locker room

“Hey jug! What’s u…”

“I need to borrow your white button down, you keep an extra in here for emergencies right?” Jughead asked digging through Archie’s gym locker.

“Umm yeah sure, why the desperate need for a button down” Archie asked confused.

“I’ve got a date with Betty and her brother.” He stated simply, smiling and holding up the white shirt in victory.
Archie looked confused
“Jug, Betty’s brother, chick.. he’s..”

Jughead ripped his shirt off and pulled Archie’s over his shoulders

“A little big, but it’ll do. Thanks pal, see you tonight.” He slapped a hand to Archie’s shoulder and headed outside towards Fred Andrews old truck, Archie’s dad let him drive it almost all the time, it was crazy having someone who cared about you, it still made Jughead stop and slow down a little, maybe one day he’d get used to it, but for now he was just grateful.

He arrived at the Pembrooke poppy fields in record time, casting a quick look in the mirror, he decided to leave his hat. He didn’t want Chick thinking he was a weirdo, ghost or not.

It was easy to find Betty, she was sitting crouched in the flowers, her long blonde hair left loose just like Jughead liked, the gorgeous black, flowing dress was a dark contrast to the brightly colored Flowers and Jughead was almost certain he would never see anything as beautiful as this scene for the rest of his life. He made his way to her slowly as he heard her talking into the air

“…but Polly is certain it’s a boy, even though the doctor says it’s twins she doesn’t believe him, I’d love a niece but then again having another guy In the house might be nice, ya know with dad not living at home anymore.”

Jughead took that moment to step in
“Hey, what am I chopped liver?” He asked with a small smile, laughing as Betty jumped up, her eyes going wide when she first saw him.

“Juggie?! What are you doing here?” She moved to touch his arm, a gesture she had adopted to let him know she was happy he was here.

“I told you that it’s important for me to meet your family, I meant your whole family.” He finished softly, cupping her cheek with his palm as her eyes filled with tears

“Juggie.” She choked out.

“Plus I get to see you looking like the blackbird of my dreams” he smiled goofily as Betty gave a watery laugh, tugging him by the hand to sit beside her in the poppys.

“Chick loved flowers and he loved photography, I think you two would’ve really gotten along.” She smiled sadly, leaning her head on his shoulder.

“Well Chick, I’m sorry I never got to meet you, I’m sure you were an amazing guy. And patient too, living in a house with all those cooper girls.” He smiled as Betty snorted beside him
“I love your sister, I’m going to take care of her okay. You don’t have to worry about me hurting her, I won’t.” He looked down to see Betty staring up at him, her dark green eyes shining with love
“Also.. I know you would be giving me a really painful pat on the back, so take comfort in the fact that I appreciate the sentiment.” Jughead said up to the sky.

Betty and Jughead sat in that yellow and orange field for hours, talking to each other, talking to her brother and occasionally losing themselves to fits of giggles. This world was filled with sadness and the darkness tended to overwhelm the light these days, but in a poppy field on the third day of the third month, two damaged small town kids found love in each other and that was something to hold onto.

The Last Goodbye

Pathfinder Macen Barro asked Avitus Rix to oversee his entry into cryo. He said he wanted Avi’s face to be the last thing he saw in the Milky Way.

He got his wish.


“Too bad there’s not room in here for two, huh?”

Avitus scoffed, the sound chittering in his throat as he kept his eyes on the console. “Like I’d want to wake up after 600 years of your bony ass digging into me,” he muttered. He glanced up only briefly as Macen chuckled. The Pathfinder looked like he was being packed for shipping, standing idly in the cryo pod while Avitus triple-checked the life support stasis controls. Cushions molded to the shape of Macen’s form, supporting his neck and fringe, hugging snugly against his narrow waist - not unlike the custom-cut foam Avitus was used to seeing in weapons shipments. It made him look ridiculous - even more so with the lopsided grin he was wearing.

“I’ll be sure to be there when they pull you out of cryo,” Macen offered.

“That’s really not necessary,” Avitus said distractedly, pulling up the UI for temperature control.

“Oh, it is. Believe me,” Macen continued. “I’ll be armed with something loaded with caffeine. You’re a cranky bastard in the mornings, Avi. I’d hate to see what you’re like after a half-millenia snooze.”

Avitus merely grumbled, scanning the readings. Macen leaned forward, casting a cursory glance down both ends of the cryo bay before reaching his hand out. “Hey,” he said, his voice softening, “Come here.”

Avitus hesitated, his eyes following the same path Macen’s had a moment before. It wasn’t that he was ashamed. He had no reason to be, refused to be, and anyone who would judge him could go fuck themselves. But Macen was his superior officer and old military habits die hard. No one in the turian forces would have cared if the two of them decided to blow off some steam but this - this thing between them - it went deeper than that. Much deeper.

For now, Avitus wanted to focus on their jobs, to keep their more intimate connection private. At least that way no one could question Macen’s judgement when it came to having Avitus as his second.

Reassured that they were alone, Avitus stepped up to the foot of the pod. Macen leaned forward, bracing himself with one hand on the pod’s frame while the other sought the front of his uniform, tugging him closer. Their brows met and Avitus let his eyes close with a sigh. It was a touching gesture.

A lover’s gesture.

“We’re going to make it through this, Avi,” he whispered, his subvocals buzzing low.

“I’m not worried-”

“Yes. You are,” Macen said firmly. He tilted his head, mandibles twitching as he nuzzled them against his own. “It’s alright to admit that. But everything is going to be fine.”

Avitus squeezed his eyes shut tighter. “You can’t know that.” He wouldn’t go so far as to admit to being afraid. He could handle fear. It was the uncertainty that got to him, that had kept him up this past week, wondering if they were making a mistake.

“I do,” Macen hummed. “You know why?” He pulled back, mandibles flaring in a self-satisfied smirk. “Because I’m in charge.”

Avitus let out a half-hearted laugh, shaking his head. “Pompous ass.”

The insult held no heat. No malice. Avitus let himself return the nuzzling, burying his face against the side of Macen’s neck before letting out a slow sigh.

“It’s just like taking a nap,” Macen reassured him. “And I’ll be there when you wake up. You’ll be the last thing I see in the Milky Way and I’ll be the first thing you see in Andromeda.”

Avitus huffed out a laugh. “I’d like that,” he admitted.

Macen’s arm looped around him, as much of an embrace as he could offer leaning half-out of his pod, his fingers scratching lightly at the back of Avitus’s carapace through his shirt. “And when everything is said and done,” he continued, “you and I will find some quiet little place to ourselves, so you can live out your retirement like an old man.”

Avitus knew it was a joke at his expense, but the idea warmed him all the same. The two of them, a fresh start, somewhere new where they wouldn’t be restricted by the chain of command, where they could just be civilians. Where they could just be. No more covert ops. No more killing for cowards too frightened to do their own dirty work. Just the two of them on a golden world, learning to live the kind of life he’d never allowed himself to have.

Avitus looked up, meeting Macen’s eyes and he could tell the man was thinking the same thing. There would be obstacles to overcome when they got there, but they could make this work. Macen would find them a new home and Avitus would be there, right by his side, every step of the way. And once they left the Milky Way behind, once they left Palaven and turian command and took their first look at Andromeda, things would be different. They would be different.

Macen’s hand moved up into his fringe, stroking only briefly before falling away. “Now tell me goodnight and push the button,” he said, taking a breath as he straightened himself in his pod. “The sooner I go under, the sooner we’ll be there, right?”

“Right.” Avitus cleared his throat, retracing his steps back to the console. Part of him wanted to run the diagnostic again, to make certain everything was properly calibrated, but he knew he’d only be stalling. It was time.

He punched in the sequence, watching as the pod stirred into life, the door beginning to close. “Sleep well, Pathfinder.”

Macen smiled. “Love you, Avi.” He winked. “See you soon.”

Avitus didn’t have time to respond before the pod sealed with a hiss, the small window already starting to crystalize with frost, obscuring Macen’s features. The arms holding the pod lifted, bending outstretched limbs as Avitus watched him slide into place among the other sleeping crewmembers.

“I love you too, Macen,” he whispered.

It was the last time he’d get to say those words.

First Impressions // Barry x Reader

Request: Can there be a smut for you being a new intern at the police department and Barry takes a liking to you, soon you become his assistant and you guys end up having sex all around his lab?

Warnings: I got secondhand butterflies just writing this tbh. Flirty!Barry and steamy smut oooh

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exo reaction to: you waking them up with kisses

request: Hello can I request an exo reaction to you waking them up with kisses.. :)

again, thank you so much for requesting and i hope something great happens to you ❤ !


Originally posted by suhomysuho

suho: smiled against your touch, angling his head so he can pursue your lips and receive a kiss. waking up next to an angel was one thing, but getting kisses first thing in the morning – that was almost too much.

“and that’s how you perfectly start a morning,” he’d murmur sleepily, pulling you against his chest.

Originally posted by theseoks

xiumin: “oh – hello!” was surprised at first; he’d been wondering what that light, fluttering feeling had been and now that he’d discovered it’d been your lips, he felt more than a bit giddy. he struggled not to break into a happy dance as he kissed you back.

Originally posted by kamikoy

baekhyun: “you’re interrupting my beauty sleep!” he’d facetiously exclaim, pulling you close and showering you with kisses. he would playfully spray his morning breath in your face just for laughs, smiling at how cute you were. he would tell all the members about it the moment he saw them. heck, not even just them, but literally any complete stranger who was around, musing about how adorable his girl/boyfriend was.

Originally posted by yourbiaslikesitrough

jongin: would chuckle as your lips fluttered over his cheeks, mechanically folding his arms around you. he thought you were so sweet for waking him up so warmly, letting him know he was loved first thing in the morning.

“sleep well?” he’d inquire, languorously, before offering to fix the both of you breakfast.

Originally posted by exoxoolf

jongdae: “well – good morning to you too.” he would wrap his arms around you, pressing kisses all over your face and neck. he would feel so merry, knowing he had such an amazing angel lying next to him every night. “how does breakfast in bed sound?”

Originally posted by luedeer

sehun: shyly blushed against your touch, praying you wouldn’t notice the rosiness present in his face. “alright, alright,” he’d say, shrugging out of reach of your kisses. internally, he loved them and was melting so profusely he was nearly a puddle. “i would kiss you back, but you have morning breath.”

Originally posted by mauloveskpop

kyungsoo: pretended to be annoyed at you waking him up. “thanks for disturbing my slumber,” he’d mutter, indifferently, rolling over. once he was sure he’d convinced you he was mad, he would surprise you by pouncing on you, pulling you on top of him and peppering your face with nearly a thousand kisses in apology for his joke.

“good morning. did my angel sleep well?”

Originally posted by r-velvets

chanyeol: chuckled under his breath, a broad smile growing on his face. he would hold you tightly against him, exchanging soft, chaste kisses while basking in the sunlight filtering through the curtains, brimming with happiness. he wouldn’t be able to stop smiling throughout the day, relaying the story to all the members.

“i just woke up and she was kissing all over my cheeks and – gah! it was so adorable!”

Originally posted by laygion

yixing: “well, isn’t this a pleasant way to start the morning?” he’d murmur, drowsily, raising his head to peck your lips. “did you sleep alright?” felt so touched at the gesture. he wouldn’t hesitate to pay you back later, whether it was buying you dinner or getting you flowers.

7

What makes Min Hyuk so extraordinary is that whether Bong Soon wants to hide her powers or use them, he is fine with her either way. However, since she chose to fight, instead of preventing her from it, he decides to prepare her so she would be strong enough to face. It’s such a touching, utterly selfless gesture on MH’s part because apart from bruises, light fractures and time spend with her, he has nothing to gain from it - IT’S ALL FOR DO BONG SOON. 

“Strength can only shine if you can control it…Until you can perfectly blend into a crowd, learn to prevent any kind of danger, and reach full security potential.”

It makes complete sense that MH, the man who’s been misjudged by people all his life, would be the one to understand that if BS really wants to use her powers to help people, she needs to restrain them to a level that wouldn’t draw attention. Nowadays, anyone can film her on their phone and there are only so many times MH can commit perjury before he ends up serving a sentence for it.

Min Hyuk sees Bong Soon as a diamond in the rough and considers her strength as something to be admired; not an oddity, but an immense talent, but one which LIKE ALL TALENTS NEEDS TO BE NURTURED, GUIDED, SHAPED, TRAINED AND CONTROLLED. Even the greatest virtuosi needed to practice their skills. And MH wants to adapt it not change it because the way she is right now BS is a little bit like a loose canon.

When Min Hyuk takes it on himself to train Bong Soon, HE IS BASICALLY TAKING RESPONSIBILITY FOR HER AND HER POWERS AND ALL THE CONSEQUENCES THAT COME WITH IT. AND HE ISN’T ASKING FOR ANYTHING IN RETURN. Nor does he want to use it for his own gain. All he wants is to PROTECT THEM and in that way protect BS.